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DISTANT EXPLOSIONS

SUDDEN EXPLOSION

SHE SCREAMS

Up again? This is becoming
something of a habit.

I'm a light sleeper.

Make yourself useful.

Matron.

Convoy tonight.
200 men but could be more.

We need more tents,
more beds, more of everything.

New directive from HQ.

Only ten items per requisition order
which has to be

counter-signed in triplicate
by Colonel Purbright before being

sent to the General for approval.

So I'll order today
and with any luck,

it'll all be here by next Easter.

Nurse! He's waking up.

How delightful.
Please say you're looking for me.

No.
HE SIGHS

You do know how to crush a chap's
hopes, don't you?

Excuse me.
You're not allowed in here.

I know... How long have you been
standing there?

Only a moment. Out.

Now!

Your patient's come round.

Name? Or shall I just guess?

Major Crecy. I was sent to find you.

If you're going to the ward, you
might want to take your apron off.

How's the pain?

It's not too bad.

I'll get you another half
grain of morphine.

Byeford...

..are you in one piece?
Right as ninepence.

And the others?

I'll talk to you about that
in a minute, Sir.

We have to keep you as still
as possible. Risk of haemorrhage.

I understand.

We sent a letter to your wife.

Did you think I would die?

To be honest, yes.

You must make sure that she
knows that I'm alive,

I don't want her to be upset.

She'll be able to see for herself.
She's coming.

Here?

We'll speak to her first
so she knows what to expect.

I've been asked to check you
wouldn't prefer to be moved

to an officers' ward.

Absolutely not.

I'll get your shot.

So, the others?

Just you and me left.

Nothing we can do for them now, Sir.

Your wife's coming,
keep thinking of that.

You are turning the engine over
every day, aren't you?

She'll seize up otherwise.

I'm taking the very best care
of your motorcycle, Sister Livesey.

You can be assured of that.
I didn't know she'd be confiscated.

Have you any idea
when I'll get her back?

As I said, I'm doing all I can.

I appreciate it, Sergeant.

Ready?

Um...

..am I snoring?

Why d'you ask that?

There hasn't been one morning
when you've been in your bed.

Am I snoring and waking you up?
Is Rosalie snoring? No.

My brother Barty told me I sound
like a donkey when I'm asleep.

Are you sure you're not
just being nice?

I'm many things, Flora.
Nice isn't one of them.

Then why are you always up so early?

I like to get an early start.
Make a good impression.

Well, can you wake me up too?
Then I can make a good impression

and I might even be allowed within
ten feet of an actual patient.

VEHICLE HONKS

Oh, here comes the mail.
We're bound to get letters today.

Barty's at the front and I haven't
heard from him in ages.

Good morning, Matron Carter.

Where's my husband,
Major Edward Crecy?

Am I too late?

Mrs Crecy, your husband is alive...
Where is he? Take me to him.

Mrs Crecy, there are relatives here
to whom I have to give bad news.

Please do them
the courtesy of waiting.

If you'd like to follow me.

I don't think so.

No, it's all right. Good.

His notes say one of the volunteers
is feeding him.

Yes, Sister.

That's your job.

Sister, I have
over 80 patients on night shift

and I did check with Sister
Livesey... You will do his feeding.

This boy deserves only the best,
make sure you give it to him.

Manage your time better,
Nurse Jesmond.

Yes, Sister.

Did you always know you were
going to do this?

Nursing?
I knew from when I was this high.

I was always putting my toys in beds
and taking their temperatures.

What about you?
What did you want to be?

I wasn't really asked.

My father doesn't approve of women
earning their own money.

He says it's vulgar.

He likes the sound of his own voice,
your pa, doesn't he?

He does rather, yes.

Well, he's going
to have to get used to vulgar women.

The world's changing, Rosalie.
Everything is possible.

You know, when I volunteered,
everyone at home was rather sniffy.

Why's that, then?

Oh, I don't think
they thought I'd stick at it.

But I really believe
I was meant for this.

Seems such a waste. What does?

The time before this.

You know, when one was feeling
useless and really rather low...

I could have been like you -

riding your motorcycle and speaking
your mind, so much wasted time.

I wish I'd been braver sooner.

Well, you're here.
Proving them all wrong.

And I'll show you how to ride
that motorbike.

Oh, I'd only look silly.
No, you wouldn't.

Well, maybe. That would make them
all sit up at home.

That would make them really sit up!

What are you doing in here, Berwick?
You have duties.

I finished my morning's work,
Sister.

I said she could observe my
dressings round. Be good experience.

I thought they could take
it in turns.

Berwick, we need
an inventory of the linen cupboard.

Don't forget, Matron needs
your probation report on Trevelyan.

Already done.

I'll let you get on, then.

Can we find some time to put
together

a plan for how the volunteers
are going to progress?

Kind of them,
isn't it, to bring us over?

We're supposed to wait!

You know what to ask for? Yes.

Don't let 'em fob you off, cos
I know what they're like in there.

Oh, I won't be fobbed off.

You get this right, they'll see
you've got a head on your shoulders,

worth more than just pushing
trolleys around and delousing.

You're a real pal, Corporal.

Three tins of...

What can I do for you?

Corporal Foley sent me
for a long weight, please.

I can do you two short ones.

No, I'm sorry, Sergeant Soper,
but I'm not going to be fobbed off.

I need a long one.
Two short ones'll do the same job.

Goddamn it, Soper! You heard her!

Fetch the young lady what
she asked for

and quick about it or I'll put
you on a charge! Oh, Sir!

They're right at the back, I'll have
to get the stepladder out...

Yes, Sir. Right away, Sir.

The longest you've got,
please, Sergeant.

Thank you, Captain.

Don't mention it.
You might want to take a seat.

Do I look less trenchy?

Dapper, if I say so myself.

I might take up barbering
when I'm back in civvies.

I think I found my talent.

You look very presentable.

Well, we just have to wait and see.

I'm not sure what to say to her.

What about...

"My dear, the good news is
my dancing days are over.

"Never again will
I crush your toes"?

THEY LAUGH

Just say that you're happy
she's here.

That's all a wife wants to know.
And trust me, I know wives.

I've got three.

True as I'm stood here.
It's because I'm irresistible.

It's my curse. And Nurse here's
going to be my fourth.

Promised to run away with me.

Oh, I'll be running,
I can promise you that.

Adelinde?

Eddie?

SHE GASPS

SHE PANTS

What have you done to him?!
Where's he gone?!

It's a lot to take in.
Really? Do you think so(?)

I received a letter saying my
husband was wounded and dangerously

ill, near death, that I should come
at once, it said nothing about...

Could you not have prepared me?
I believe you were asked to wait.

The surgery was successful.

All necrosis, all infection, was
removed and barring any

haemorrhage, your husband shouldn't
need any further operations.

I wouldn't have thought there was
much more you could take off.

You appear to have been very
thorough, Captain...with your knife.

It's not wilful butchery, Mrs Crecy.
It had to be done.

Why's he in a men's ward? He should
be with those of his own rank.

Mrs Crecy,
when your husband was brought in,

he was insistent that he stayed with
the soldier who'd fetched him in.

But it isn't good for the men to see
an officer so...

..diminished.
He must be with his own kind.

Mrs Crecy...

It is not appropriate.
It is quite scandalous.

KNOCK ON DOOR
Enter.

Mrs Crecy's gloves, Matron.

Could you show Mrs Crecy to the
visitors' accommodation, please?

My husband must be moved.

If you could expedite that
immediately,

I would be most grateful.

I'll be along to visit.

Nothing for Trevelyan?

Mrs Crecy, I wonder if your husband

and Private Byeford should be
separated so suddenly?

They spent months together
under fire the whole time.

He saved your husband's life.
There's a bond.

He's a hunting man, you know.

Every day in the winter...

..all weathers.

The outdoors belonged to him.

The house was mine.

That will be different, now.

As regards this soldier,
of course, we are

grateful but we must take care
it does not become an obligation.

That there is no...incursion.

Incursion? This young man is
not my husband's future...

..I am.

Who is to help me with my hair,
my clothes?

I'm afraid you'll have to
manage by yourself.

Thanks, Sarge.

I'm really sorry, they still haven't
brought it and I've been here ages.

Did you ask for the right thing?
Yes, a long weight.

HE LAUGHS

You don't take me seriously
but you'll see, I've got grit!

Where, in your shoe?!

Oh, God...

Is that Sister Livesey's motorcycle?

What's it doing here?

Confiscated, Sir, by me. Why?

Civilian vehicle drinking
army petrol,

every drop of which has to be
accounted for, Sir,

through my books.

I am waiting to hear from HQ

if aforementioned vehicle
is to be allowed.

I see, some
docket that will be conveniently

lost among a pile of other dockets
in the docket graveyard that is HQ.

Do you have a buyer lined up ready?

You'd get a good price for that.

I'm not sure I take your meaning,
Sir.

I think you do, Soper. I want that
motorcycle returned today.

I shall need some official
clearance...for my books.

I'll make sure you have it.

Don't treat me like a fool.

I might not have caught you
red-handed

but I have a pretty fair
idea of your lucrative sidelines.

Desist with immediate effect.
Do I make myself clear?

Sir.

Eddie, I'm so embarrassed.

I made a complete fool of myself.

No-one minds.

I do.

Meant to introduce you to Byeford.

You must meet Byeford. Oh, I'm sure
there'll be time enough.

It's quite pleasant here,
isn't it? Very clean.

I didn't think you'd be
so close to the sea.

Well, my dear, the good news is
that my dancing days are over.

Eddie,
how can you joke about such a thing?

Please don't joke, I don't like it.

All that matters is that you're
alive. You'll be coming home.

The children will be very proud
of their brave papa.

And everyone, absolutely everyone,
will be...

so terribly, terribly kind.

Everybody reports that
you're competent, polite,

that you work very hard.
Everyone comments on your reserve.

Being unreserved is what put me
on probation in the first place.

So you're biting your tongue?

I'm grateful for the second chance.

Well, apart from constantly finding
you prowling around at night,

your conduct is satisfactory.
I'm signing off your probation.

Thank you.

Was there something else?

Miss Trevelyan, you are aware

that I have to read
all outgoing women's post?

I thought it was random. No.

All letters. And I have to
read each one thoroughly.

I see...

In training we were taught it was
exclusively for censorship purposes

and there would be utmost discretion
and no need to discuss...

But I do think there's a need.

All confidences are kept, but...

..am I to understand
there's a child?

Such a forcible separation
must be very difficult.

It certainly explains
why you don't sleep.

I would really rather not talk...

No woman is a blank sheet of paper.

We all have histories, and I am not
about to start clawing yours apart.

It's the here and now
that concerns me.

In your letters,
you ask for forgiveness.

Call a spade a spade -
I don't ask, I beg.

What are you going to do
if forgiveness doesn't come?

It has to!

WHISPERS: I don't know.

I don't know.

Take some time to compose yourself.
That's an order.

We have a busy night ahead.

SHE SOBS

Miss Trevelyan.

This morning when you came to
get me, I was sharp with you.

It doesn't matter. My patient died.

Well, you could see that.

He started bleeding and there was
nothing I could do to stop it.

So I snapped. I was rude.
As I said, it doesn't matter.

I'm really sorry about your patient.

Can I get past now, please?

You know, most people have
the good grace to accept an apology

when they're owed one.

You don't owe me anything, Captain.
And you haven't actually apologised.

There's a face like thunder.
Cheer up, look on your desk.

Listen to this...

"Mary Pickford has a sunken
bathtub with gold taps

"shaped like dolphins
in her Hollywood mansion."

I'm going to be thinking about that
all day now.

Lovely Mary Pickford
and her lovely blonde hair

lying in her sunken bathtub
like a glorious mermaid.

It's not in here.

They didn't print it.

The Royal College of Surgeons
are probably still

reading your magnum opus
on femoral trauma

and talking about
how completely wonderful you are.

You'll be on the board
before you know it.

I, however, will be in Hollywood.

Bottle of champagne in one hand,
bar of scented soap in the other.

It was a good article, Tom.

You know, I never read anything
apart from this and Tarzan,

and I read the whole thing
without dozing off once.

I wish I was Tarzan.

In the jungle with Jane.

I bet Jane's kinder to a fellow
than Miss Trevelyan.

She's a tough nut to crack.

I only want the blasted woman
to give me a smile.

Does she smile at you?

I've never talked to her.

Mrs Crecy...

Private Byeford.
I was with your husband.

How is he?

He's being attended to.

Bit much for a lady. All of this.

Bit too much.
I'm told you've been rather brave.

Fetching a man in's nothing.
Wish I could've fetched 'em all in.

A token of appreciation.

I don't want money.

You can't come any further.
You are intruding.

I'm only saying goodbye. No.

You're not.

All turned out well in the end.
Full clearance.

Thank you very much,
Sergeant Soper, I appreciate it.

Not at all, Sister.
So long as you're happy.

Oh, I am.

Signed out by the Colonel.

Army rules bent for a civilian.

Makes me wonder
what he's thinking sometimes.

Take yourself, Sister.

Should've been you
he recommended for Matron.

Should have been you.

But they do say that him
and Grace Carter is close, so...

It's a topsy-turvy world, Sister.

And nothing more topsy-turvy
than that cocky sort.

Turning up in men's clothes.

Neither fish nor flesh,
if you ask me.

But I didn't.

You've probably got
about ten minutes

before they start thinking
you're AWOL.

Back in khaki?

They need the bed,
so I'm off to training camp.

Keep an eye on this,
few weeks of thrust-twist-withdraw

and then up the road.

You won't know anyone.

Make friends soon enough, Sir.

I envy you.

No, you don't.

You really don't.

DOOR OPENS

Why wouldn't you let them
say goodbye? Why be so cruel?

I am not being cruel.
Is it because he was kind to you?

Was that too much of an incursion?

You are a disrespectful
and impertinent young woman.

Well.

It's been an honour, Byeford.

Sir. You were a good gaffer.

The best.

We would have followed you anywhere.

Whoever I get next
won't be a patch on you.

So you take care of yourself.

And you.

Now, are you sure you don't want to
run away with me?

It's your last chance.

Good luck, Jackie.

Can he talk?

Who?

Your husband. Can he talk to you?

Of course he can talk.

That's good.

George, my boy, he can't talk.

He was hit in the head.

I don't think he sees me.
Doesn't know I'm there.

Of course he does.

I don't think he's going to make it.

I'm sure you're quite wrong.

I'm sure everything will be
perfectly fine.

It will all be as it was before.

I'm quite certain of it.

Do excuse me.

Sister, I don't want you to think
I was treading on your toes

or undermining you this morning.

Of course not.

I think it's really important
that we prepare the volunteers to

take on more responsibility.

200 men we're getting tonight.
Or more.

There's going to be more.
We will cope - we always do.

The volunteers
that we had at Liverpool,

yes, they were green to begin with,
but they became valuable.

You're not in Liverpool now. All
hospitals are essentially the same.

No...they are not.

The reason this hospital

is different from
the Liverpool Infirmary...

..is because the men here
have come from hell.

This is their sanctuary,
and they need to feel safe,

because...they have not been safe.

And what makes them feel safe
is calm, professional expertise,

not the clumsy enthusiasms
of the well-meaning amateur.

These three are the first,
but they won't be the last.

More will come.
What are you going to do?

Put them all in the laundry,
out of sight, out of mind?

Get them doing
endless inventories of linen?

It's just bloody-minded,
and meantime,

your nurses are fit to drop,
and men lie there waiting.

Perhaps, Sister,
it's you who doesn't feel safe.

The passion of youth.

It's only natural that you should
want to make your mark here.

But you are still very new.

Don't try to run
before you can walk.

Thank you for your time.

DISTANT EXPLOSION

Our first convoy. Any moment now.

Are you nervous, Rosalie?
Not at all.

I can't believe
you're only just opening that.

I wanted to save it.

I would have ripped mine open
straight away. If I'd had any.

Who's it from?

A friend of mine. Miss Tillotson.

How do you know her?

My friend, Miss Tillotson,

is the patroness
of a home for fallen girls.

I used to do some work with her.

I'd love to be a fallen girl.

Everything you were always told
not to do, swept away by love.

So romantic. No, it's not.

The girls are to be pitied,
not admired.

There's always a baby no-one wants.

Men are beasts, but women, well,

morality resides in us.

And are they raised?
I beg your pardon?

The fallen girls. Are they raised?

With some very hard work,

a great many are placed in service
in suitable houses.

Some, of course, are beyond help.

What point are you trying to make,
Kitty?

I'm not making any point.
Just asking a question.

Miss Trevelyan.

What are you doing here,
sitting in the dark?

Ah! I was hoping you were
waiting to pounce on me.

No. Crushed again.

Do you, um, do you play?

No, I don't. I can't think
of anything more futile than golf.

That is the beauty of it.

And it becomes even more futile
played at night.

A sport for our times.

Excuse me, I have to go.

You know, I can't help thinking
we've got off on the wrong foot.

I'm not going to give up, you know.

Captain Hesketh-Thorne,
what do you want from me?

I want you...to smile.

Why?
Because life is a glorious thing.

Because I can get a smile
out of Matron.

I can get a smile out of
Captain Gillan. So this is a red rag

to a bull, and I will not give up
until I see a smile.

And don't call me Captain
Hesketh-Thorne. It's so Army.

Miles. Call me Miles.

BUGLE SOUNDS
There we go.

Miss Trevelyan?
That was almost a conversation.

We're making progress.

INSIDE: Matron,
what would you like me to do?

Over here. All clean? Very good.

Sorry, nurse.

Thank you.

Well done, nurse. Stand by.

I can hear them coming!

HORSES NEIGH

Got him? Take the wounded in
straight away.

Thank you, Sister.

Make up more beds on the floor.

Marshall, there's a gentleman there.

Sister! Stretcher!

Keep the pressure on.
Come with me now. Surgery, now.

You've done this before,
haven't you? Of course.

Take over, then. Wash, change,
pulse and temperature.

I'll be back as soon as I can.
Berwick, you're in charge.

Finally.

I can't manage on my own.>

SHOUTING

Hold this, that's it.>

Hello, I'm Volunteer Berwick.

I'm going to help you wash.

It was the enfilade.

I don't know what that is.

Machine gun.

Men go down like corn
before the scythe.

Row upon row upon row...

I don't want to hear about it.
I thought I would die out there.

DISTANT EXPLOSIONS

Food for the rats.

The size of the rats,
from feeding on corpses...

And when it rains and you can't see
where you're treading,

and you think you've found some
shallow water so you're not up to

your waist and you realise you're
standing on a dead man's face.

I don't want to hear about it!

You think, well, chummy here's not
going to mind, I'll just carry on.

I said, I don't want
to hear about it!

You have to forget about it
because I don't want that.

All that filth and ugliness at home.

But I am it. I am it.

I don't think I will ever be
anything else.

You are not a soldier any more,
Eddie.

Then I'm nothing.

But what would you know?

I mean, what could
you possibly know?

You shouldn't have come, Adelinde.

You really shouldn't have come.

INDISTINCT ORDERS

SCREAMING

Help me, please! Help me!

Back to the trucks.

I'm coming, I'm coming.

GROANING

SHE SOBS

SHE CRIES

HE GROANS

I ain't being washed by no slip
of a girl! I can do meself.

If you were strong enough to
go into the bath tent,

you'd be in the bath tent
but you're not.

And I am not a slip of a girl.

I am trained and I have done this
hundreds of times.

Everything all right over there?
Yes, thank you, Corporal.

Sorry.

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE BREATHES HEAVILY

SHE CRIES

Rosalie?

Major Crecy!

Mrs Crecy.

Mrs Crecy. What is it?

Nearly all cleared.

Are you comfy and warm enough?

I'll help you, but

rest now, you'll feel
much better after.

Where's Miss Berwick?

She's ran off.

But she's done a fair job.

Good work.

Told you I had grit.

I only said it was a fair job.

You get the tea trolley,
maybe it'll be a good job.

Why did you run away?

You did your training, how did you
avoid giving blanket baths?

I tidied the linen cupboard.

Nobody seemed to notice
I wasn't there.

Why did you say you'd done
it before?

I didn't want to disappoint you.

It's not the end of the world. We'll
get this sorted out. I promise.

Yes?

Yes, you are still alive.

Bastard.

My pleasure. You can thank me later.

You can't make them want to live.

Where is his wife?

Letter for you, Miss.

Oh, thank you. Thank you so much.

How is he?

You know what he did?

I know he was bleeding.

He did it deliberately.

BIRDSONG

But he is alive?

I sent away a giant of a man.

The children used to
climb on his shoulders

with their hands in his hair.

SHE SOBS

And this is what I get back.

What did you think it was
going to be?

Not this!

Not a ghost with a head
full of horrors.

He would rather be dead in the mud
with his men than at home with me.

But he is coming home with you,

you should be in there with him
not out here.

I can't!

SOBBING: I can't do this.

I'm not prepared for this.

I'm not prepared!

Everything is over.

Read it. This is from my mother.

Can you see what she says?

I'm dead to her.

She says, "I'll never
see my daughter again."

There are people who won't get back
any part of their sons

and their brothers and their
husbands.

They won't get back
anything from the life before.

But you have children.

You have a home,

you have so much more than most.

You're wanted, you're needed.

Everything is not over.

Eddie, you are not nothing.

You're my husband...

..and our children's father.

I can't remember their faces.

You will.

And you must promise me never to do
anything like that again, ever.

Just get better and come home
and we will be waiting

because you are not nothing.

You are everything to us.

See you in England, darling.

I have to go now.

So you be a good
boy for your dad, Georgie.

You be a good boy.

Where are we going?

Rosalie, do you trust me?

You need to trust me. Of course I
do. More than anyone else here.

This poor boy didn't make
the journey,

nothing can hurt him now,
but I'm sure

if he knew this was going to
help his fellows, he wouldn't mind.

What do you mean?

SHE WHIMPERS

Rosalie, this is a man.

I need you to look at him,
all of him...

..and understand
there is no mystery.

It's just his body.

You talked about being brave,
before.

You need to be brave now.

Just look at him, please.
Are you completely depraved?!

Stupid.

Stupid.

Stupid!
What on earth's the matter?

SHE CRIES
Oh, my poor dear.

Come with me.

For the shock, you poor girl.

I'm not surprised you're so upset,

I mean, I know Sister Livesey is
a friend of yours...

No friend of mine.

Never mind. You've got a friend
here, Miss Berwick.

There's always a shoulder
here for you.

OK.

A lock of his hair.

The nurse gave it to me,
to remember him by.

I am so very sorry.

Did you get the news you were
waiting for?

Far from it. Very far.

Then do your job.
The work saves us, Trevelyan.

It saves us.

CAR DOOR SHUTS

SHE SHOUTS

WAVES CRASH

You are here to fight for King
and country.

Ireland spat you out.

Get a man sufficiently healed to
stand trial for cowardice.

I am actually a woman of the world,
even if I've never been kissed.

I appreciate your discretion.

What you do is of no concern to me.

You have someone fighting?

They tell you not to think about it
but I can't stop thinking.

I don't know if he's alive.