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[explosion]

[speaking Turkish]

Five minutes, Major?

We'll wait for the sun.

[explosion]

Fetch my binoculars from my dug-out.

But commander...

Do it.

[commander shouting in Turkish]

[explosions continue]

[all chanting in Turkish]

[explosion]

[gunfire]

Stay back.

Booby trap?

Move or die.

-[gunshot] -[all gasp]

Godless bastards.

[man shouting]

The ANZACs are retreating!

[all cheering and shouting]

I couldn't find the binoculars, Commander.

I had them with me. I didn't realize. Sorry.

[laughing]

I think we're close, mate.

I think we're very close.

[grunting]

[groans]

[grunts]

[laughing]

[laughing loudly]

[dog barking]

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

[horse snorts and whinnies]

I told you there was water there, didn't I?

Told ya. [laughs]

Lizzie? Everything all right?

[chuckles] Arthur's worn through the toe of his boot again.

What does he do? [chuckles]

The boys are all in bed.

They're waiting for you to read to them.

-I'm bone-tired, Lizzie. -Oh, come on.

You know this is their favorite time of the day.

[Connor] "Prince Hussain called to the man

and asked him why the carpet he wished to sell was so expensive

saying, 'It must be made of something quite extraordinary.'

The merchant replied, 'My prince,

your amazement will be all the greater when I tell you that it is enchanted.

Whoever sits on this carpet, closes his eyes

and says the magic word 'Tangu'

may be transported through the air in an instant

wherever his heart desires to be.'"

[door opens]

I hit water at 15 feet.

A bit brackish, but good pressure.

You know, with water, we'll be able to put stock in that valley block.

They didn't even wipe the mud off it.

[sniffles]

It's been four years, Liz.

Yeah. You're so clever.

So you can find water,

but you can't even find your own children.

Why can't you find them?

You lost them.

[yelling]

[all shouting]

[Edward] Come on, Art!

You won't win any medals up there, mate.

Yeah, it's two hours back to Rainbow. Got to get a wriggle on.

-You got that? -Yeah, I reckon I got it by now, Dad.

-Arthur. -Look after me brothers,

and keep my bloody head down.

I know.

[all whooping]

-[Arthur] Love ya, Dad! -[Edward] See ya, Dad!

[dog barking]

Lizzie?

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

Lizzie!

[spade striking dirt]

You understand in all conscience

I could not bury your wife in consecrated ground

if I thought she had taken her own life.

Consecrated ground is His promise to the faithful.

She fell in and drowned, so your conscience is clear.

Three sons killed.

That was quite an ordeal for Eliza.

As the Book of Job teaches us, God sets these trials for a reason.

Many families in the district

have made similar sacrifices for King and country.

You know, you have a gall coming in here,

making demands.

You haven't stepped inside this place for four years.

You haven't been to confession.

-You're all but lost to God. -Yes.

And you and God can feed me to the pigs for all I care.

But you knew this woman.

She was here every Sunday.

I've dug the grave. I've made the coffin.

All I'm asking you to do is say some words and throw some dirt.

That cart of yours

would make a useful benefaction for our community.

An offering to God.

Well, He might as well take that, too.

[dog barks]

Come on, boy.

Come on. Come here, boy.

I'll find them, love.

I'll find them and I'll bring them home to you.

[shoveling continues]

Nearly there.

Ah...

Thank you.

Not now. Later, thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

So we need an escort in our own country now.

Why bring us back to this place?

[horse whinnying]

[Greeves] Major Hasan Bey

to see Lieutenant Colonel Hughes at the War Graves--

We know who he is, mate.

Righto!

[Tucker] Four years ago they'd have given me a VC for shooting that bastard.

[greeting in Turkish]

Lieutenant Colonel Hughes, may I present Major Hasan Bey.

Major Bey was Commander of--

Just Major Hasan.

Bey just means "mister."

Yes, indeed.

Mr. Bey gave your boys hell at Lonesome Pine, sir--

We all know who Major Hasan is, Lieutenant, thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

Ah...

English?

I see you have finally taken the Peninsula.

Yes.

Lost the battle, won the war.

Well, Sergeant Tucker here will show you to your accommodations.

Perhaps once you've refreshed we could meet in my tent?

-Thank you. -Right this way.

While I'm here, I thought I'd make myself useful.

If you have any horses that need any work, I might go for a little ride.

Preferably something with a bit of pep.

Sergeant Tucker, acquaint Lieutenant Greeves with Widow Maker.

She could use a workout.

With pleasure, sir.

[Hughes] Now, we've already started work in this area

from the Nek down to Hill 971.

I assume they briefed you fully at the War Office.

We would appreciate your help locating our dead.

Your dead?

We lost over 10,000 ANZACs here on Gallipoli

and still don't know where half of them are.

Some were buried properly but a lot of the graves have been lost,

overgrown or washed away

or their crosses were pilfered for firewood after we evacuated.

Retreated.

You were here?

First Light Horse.

What do you need of me?

Well, the land has changed but you know the area better than anyone.

I was hoping you could help us locate the companies we lost track of.

We can start in the morning.

We lost 70,000 men here

at Canakkale.

For me, this place is one big grave.

Jemal.

I don't know what you chaps were belly-aching about.

It's a veritable Garden of Eden.

If your troops had taken this hill on the first day,

we would have been finished.

How close did we get?

There.

[thunder rumbling]

There you go, sir.

-Your Garden of Eden. -Hmm.

Joshua! Where are the boys?

Ed, Henry, let's go home. Run!

[panting]

Come on, Ed!

Boys!

Boys!

-[rumbling] -Hurry up!

[Edward] Art! Art!

[Arthur] Ed!

[Arthur] Get down!

[groaning]

[Edward] Art, help!

[boys sobbing]

[Connor] It's all right, boys. It's all right.

Good on you, Art, for not leaving your brothers behind.

Hey, Ed, what's the magic word?

The one that makes the carpet fly?

-Tonga? -Tangu, you wombat.

[Connor] That's it, Tangu.

Come on, cuddle up. Get in tight. Close your eyes.

-Ed's peeping, Dad. -Ed, close your eyes.

It only works if your eyes are closed.

All right, boys. Let's get out of here. All together!

[all] Tangu!

[indistinct chatter]

Mister! This hotel, please. Six rooms, very nice rooms!

Mister, please!

[boy] Mister, for you! Very clean, very cheap!

Bugger off, the pair of you.

Go away. No.

-No? -No.

Anything you want, my mama can make.

-Hot water. No Germans. -No.

-Clear off. -Beautiful hotel. Best room.

I'm going to Gallipoli.

-How do I get to Gallipoli? -Huh?

-I want to go to Gallipoli. -Clean sheets, hot water.

[speaking Turkish]

-Mister! -Gallipoli.

-Mister! -[speaking Turkish]

Come to our hotel!

Beautiful hotel. Beautiful view.

Anything you want, my anne can make.

Maybe you can help me. I'm going to Gallipoli.

No, you're not. No one goes there without a permit.

You'll have to go to the British War Office in Sultanahmet.

Where?

-Sultanahmet. We go! -The Old City. And, uh...

I'd keep an eye on your bag if I were you.

Crafty little buggers.

Oi!

Oi!

[seller shouting in Turkish]

Oi!

Mister! Mister! Where you go?

Little bastard.

Give me my bag, you little bastard.

See? Beautiful hotel.

Clean sheets. Hot water. No Germans.

[panting]

[speaking Turkish]

Mom, Mom. I found a foreigner.

My clever little man. I could eat you.

Hello.

I, uh... [clears throat] I need a room.

You are from England?

No. No, I'm from Australia.

Um, I'm sorry.

Orhan has made a mistake. We have no rooms.

Your son dragged me halfway across this wretched city.

Ah, ah, no, no, no, no, no.

The boy was right.

Our best room is now vacant, Mr...

Connor. Joshua Connor.

[speaking Turkish]

I don't want him here.

We don't have the luxury of choice.

You are most welcome, Mr. Connor.

The room is up the stairs. Break of fast is at 8:00.

Would you like for her to bring the tea?

Ah, no, no thanks.

But your son did mention there might be some hot water.

Ah! It is shameful to lie. You are spoilt mother's boy.

Uh, no, it's all right. I must have just misunderstood.

Uh, please, please. It is his duty.

Thank you very much.

This your room.

You seem to know where everything is.

How about tomorrow you take me to the War Office?

-I'll pay you. -Yes, you will.

[chicken clucking]

[speaking Turkish]

Father, stop!

Stop! Stop! Stop!

We have not killed it yet, Father.

[knock on door]

Towels for you, Mr. Connor.

I am preparing you a hot bath down the hall.

It will take some time. My son is no liar.

He seems a very resourceful boy.

[chuckles] He is. Very resourceful.

You have children?

Yes. Three sons.

[call to prayer over PA]

-What are they selling? -[chuckles]

They're not selling anything, Mr. Connor.

It's a call to prayer.

Your guide book is out of date.

I didn't come here to sightsee.

You should see the Blue Mosque at least.

Even in my wretched city, it is a beautiful place to find God.

I didn't come here for Him, either. I'm on my way to Gallipoli.

You mean Canakkale.

There's nothing there but ghosts.

My son, he cannot help you tomorrow. He's needed here.

Have your bath and come back.

[door opening and closing]

I regret to inform you we do not issue civilians

travel permits to the Dardanelles.

It remains a very sensitive military zone.

In fact, our friends the Greeks have made things even more complicated

by invading Turkey's western coast.

It will be some time before we bring order to this chaos.

Arthur, Henry

and Edward Connor.

All served with the 7th AIF Battalion.

They all enlisted together

and they died together.

All killed in the one day.

August 7th,

1915 at Lone Pine.

Yes.

We do have the Imperial Graves Unit on the Peninsula as we speak.

They have a formidable task ahead of them.

You must understand, these men on Gallipoli, they are experts.

All I need from you is a piece of paper and a stamp saying that I can go there.

I simply couldn't, Mr. Connor, even if that were my inclination.

I can find them.

How could you possibly hope to do that?

Do you know what the army used to do with the rank and file dead

after Waterloo, Crimea, Khartoum?

They would dig an enormous bloody pit

and rake the whole lot in with a few handfuls of lime.

No names.

Horses, mules

and the men.

All turned into fertilizer.

This is the first war anyone has given a damn.

My boys

should be buried at home beside their mother.

Go home, Mr. Connor.

[chanting in Turkish]

Get out English! Get out English!

Come.

Do you have buildings like this of where you come from?

But he didn't give up.

He kept on fighting for three days.

[speaking Turkish]

He paid me 25 piastas, and bought me this...

I told you my son had work to do here, Mr. Connor.

-Oh, I... -He's ten!

What would you expect him to say?

[speaking Turkish]

Give him back the money.

But, Mama...

Give it back!

Keep it. It's our secret.

[chuckles]

-[piano music playing] -[woman laughing]

[speaking Turkish]

-Good morning. -Mr. Connor.

-Would you like some breakfast? -Please.

[speaking Turkish]

I'm overjoyed by your visit, professor.

I was just examining Sultan Mehmet's hemorrhoids

I'm sorry, I don't understand.

My God, the size of these things...

...and they leak.

What's he saying?

Uh, my father hopes you enjoy your breakfast.

Would you happen to have a...

A boiled egg?

[man speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

I can't bear that room anymore.

It used to be so full of laughter.

The life your father promised was a mirage.

You cannot pretend to be European anymore.

Orhan go and find me one egg.

Ayshe.

You are an Ottoman woman.

It is time you behaved like one.

You know what is expected of you.

You must do the right thing...

if only for the boy.

Removing those baubles will require a delicate hand.

Will you assist me?

[sighs] Thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

So, where is his wife?

How would I know, Dad? Ask him if you're interested.

In English. He speaks nothing else.

English?

Ah.

[sighs]

Your wife. He is asking where she is.

She's dead.

And your sons?

[speaking Turkish]

I can see it in his eyes.

Without papers, you cannot go to Gallipoli.

Take the ferry to the town of Chanak, then find a fisherman.

If you pay him enough, he will sail you across the Straits.

You will have no need for British permits.

Thank you.

[speaking Turkish]

Mr. Joshua!

Please, you find my baba in Canakkale.

Tell him he must come home. Anne needs him.

-This is your father? -Mmm-hmm.

-Who's the man in the hotel? -My uncle.

I'll have a look.

You bring him home!

[Hughes] So, what were you doing before the war?

[Hasan] This is the Ottoman Empire.

There was no "before the war."

In another life, I was an architect.

I was a civil engineer.

Sir!

Are we expecting company?

Whoever they are, bring them to my tent.

Sergeant, grab a couple of blokes and go with Lieutenant Greeves.

Sir.

[shouting and gunfire echoing]

Mr. Connor, I'm at a loss.

You walk off your farm,

you turn up unannounced in this place of horrors and for what?

Gallipoli is eight square miles of collapsed trenches,

bomb craters, barbed wire and more unexploded grenades and shells

than there are pebbles on that beach.

All right? It's not safe.

I know what day my sons were killed

at Lone Pine.

There's a map.

And the last entry in his diary is August the 7th.

Rest assured I aim to put a name next to every man out there,

including your sons.

I'm sorry, but you can't stay.

Tucker.

Escort Mr. Connor back to his boat.

Your sons.

-Sir? Dinner. -Yeah, come in, Dawson.

Wrap your laughing gear around that, sir.

Yum-yum pig's bum, eh?

-Sir? -Hmm.

Something you might want to see.

Damn.

Want me to arrest him, sir?

And then what?

Take some food down to him.

And a blanket.

[speaking Turkish]

Are they all this stubborn?

Yes, it is a matter of national pride for them.

You would do well there.

Not swimming?

No.

What are you doing with your farmer?

There's a supply ship back to Constantinople in two days.

Maybe we could help him until then?

You know what the chances of finding his boys are.

We have the day they were killed.

I know the area.

Yeah, we both know it

but why change everything for one father who can't stay put?

Because he is the only father who came looking.

[sighs]

Sergeant!

Change of plan.

[Connor] Who's the Turk?

Hasan the Assassin.

Saw us land, saw us off.

That dog wiped out half my battalion.

He would have killed your boys.

We're all best friends now.

Get to serve him breakfast every morning.

Don't worry, Mr. Connor.

Abdul's, not ours.

This was our front line here.

You were there. Machine gun here.

Machine gun here. And one more there.

We could see you.

So many blue eyes.

[speaking Turkish]

It is very lucky in Turkey to have blue eyes.

Everywhere except here.

[grunting]

[explosions]

[officer] Listen up, boys! Listen up!

We've got to move up that left flank!

Keep your heads low. Push forward!

Now!

Stick it up the nose of these jokers!

We're gonna take the trench tonight!

[blows whistle]

[explosions]

They're throwing rocks, boys. They're out of ammo!

Let's get into the bastards!

[man] All as one!

Let's do it. Let's do it. Come on!

[all shouting]

Come on, let's go!

You came in from two sides. Here and here.

We built a roof to protect us from shell fire.

Instead, we made a trap for ourselves.

Inside, it was bayonets,

knives, hands,

teeth.

It was so dark and close we did not see who it was we struck.

[grunting]

Three days.

We only stopped because we could not climb over the bodies.

[grunting]

[screaming]

[gunshots]

As long as Allah make me breathe, let me see nothing like these days again.

[Edward] Are you all right, Artie?

Bugger off, you two. Leave me!

[Edward] Yeah, righto, mate!

Whatever you reckon!

[Arthur groaning]

[Arthur] Leave me!

No!

No!

[machine gunfire]

No!

[screaming]

[whimpering]

[men groaning and wailing]

[sobbing]

[exhales]

They're right here.

Sir.

It's your son. Edward.

No, I wouldn't.

The bastards executed him.

He gave the order not to take prisoners.

He killed the sick. He shot the wounded.

One shot through the head. That's how they did it.

Especially him.

He killed your son.

He gave them no chance. That's what he did!

[Hughes] Stop him!

I said stop him!

[screams]

[grunts]

Steady on, Sergeant.

You killed my sons!

You sent them, Mr. Connor. You invaded us.

Take him away. Put him under guard.

I'm most terribly sorry.

He has two more sons.

We should keep looking.

[Hughes] War's over, Sergeant.

We found Henry.

Lying beside him.

How on God's earth did you know they'd be there?

But you haven't found Arthur yet.

Well, we combed the area thoroughly.

Well, he wouldn't leave his brothers, so he must be there.

We'll give Henry and Edward a proper burial tomorrow.

I promised their mother I would find them and...

And bring them home.

This is their home now.

It's not enemy ground anymore.

They're among friends, probably the closest they ever had.

Leave them and they always will be.

Take them back, they're just a couple of dead blokes in a cemetery.

She wanted them buried in consecrated ground.

How much blood do you need for it to be holy?

You know, we lost over 2,000 men in those four days at Lone Pine?

The Turks lost 7,000.

We didn't take too many prisoners, either.

I don't know if I forgive any of this.

[Connor] "The Prince closed his eyes and said, 'Tangu.'

And he sailed through the night to his father's lands.

As the carpet settled gently on the lawn of the Royal Palace,

the Sultan dropped to his knees.

Salted tears streaked his cheeks.

As he embraced Prince Hussain, he cried, 'My son.

'My son.

After all your rich adventures,

the magic carpet has carried you on the four winds to this,

your home.'"

[speaking Turkish]

Your telegram...

One whole day I wasted...

...standing in line...

...drinking shit tea.

I hear there is a brothel near the post office.

Oh, yeah...

I might have heard that.

The Greeks have taken Smyrna.

The British just stood by and watched.

We have to do something.

Indeed.

Or it will be the British who decide how much of our country we keep.

Why do you care about this farmer?

He wants to kill you.

[Hasan] Forgive my intrusion.

Major Hasan.

I wanted to apologize to you for my outburst.

There is a Persian saying, "May you outlive your children."

It sounds like a blessing,

but it is the worst curse one can place on the head of a man.

I had this list sent from Istanbul.

This is your family name.

What is this list?

If this is your son,

he was taken prisoner.

He did not die here.

He left Canakkale. Alive.

[lively music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

[speaking Turkish]

Why is she not in mourning?

Ayshe still pretends my brother is alive.

I am prepared to take her as my second wife.

Fatma agrees. I can afford it.

Joshua Bey!

Hello.

Did you find my father?

No.

Sorry, am I intruding? Is it his birthday?

No, his Sünnet.

Oh, bloody hell. It's a private thing.

-No! -I'm sorry.

Do you want to see my scar?

Ah, thanks, mate. No.

You have guests.

Welcome back to Stamboul, Mr. Connor.

-You are always welcome. -Thank you.

[chanting in Turkish]

My apologies, Major.

Admiral Calthorpe will have to reschedule your meeting.

Perhaps next Tuesday? Does that suit?

Yes.

If your Admiral could also reschedule the Greeks.

Allow us to handle the Greeks through proper diplomatic channels.

Let us not have another war.

It's the same war. It hasn't ended.

Major Hasan, can you tell me the name--

No.

I have finished helping.

Mr. Connor. Do you have your passport?

You were specifically ordered not to go to Gallipoli.

I'm not in your army.

All I need to know is the name of the prison camp they sent my son to.

If your son did not return home, the sad reality is

he is deceased.

This was the Ottoman Empire,

one of the largest empires the world has ever known

and presently it's being carved up.

The Bolshies, they want the Black Sea.

The French and the Italians, they want the Aegean.

And currently in Anatolia, where the prison camps were, incidentally,

the Turks and the Greeks are turning the place into a complete and utter bloodbath.

So where, pray, in all this madness

would you like us to start looking for your son?

You said the prison camps were in Anatolia?

Who would have those records? The Turk Army?

The camps are gone. They're all gone.

And so are you.

Lieutenant, show Mr. Connor out.

I will be at your hotel 0400 on Thursday

with your passport and a ticket home via Calcutta,

a courtesy of the British Army.

We will make sure you will not miss that boat.

I mean, have you bothered to ask yourself, man,

if your son was still alive, would he not simply come home?

Mr. Connor, please.

[lieutenant] My brother died on that bloody peninsula.

My fiancée works at the Red Cross here.

If it would be helpful, I could arrange an appointment.

That would be very helpful. Thank you.

Well, Mr. Connor, I think you can show yourself out from here.

Good luck.

Thanks again.

[chanting in Turkish]

[music playing]

Major Hasan?

I need to talk to Major Hasan.

[choking]

[speaking Turkish]

He followed you all the way.

He will get us all hanged.

Nobody will tell me what prison camp they sent my son Arthur to.

Your army must have records.

Please, I'm at a dead end.

Then now we are in the same place.

I told you, I cannot help anymore.

You must never come back here, Mr. Connor.

[speaking Turkish]

Take him back to his hotel.

Leave him alive and you put us all at risk.

Why? Forgiveness? Redemption?

You were there.

Some things should never be forgotten.

Come with me.

[Orhan laughing]

He is handsome, eh?

Don't you think? Big, strong.

I do not think about other men. I'm married.

No, of course.

His equipment is all there, Ayshe.

In need of practice but all there!

Phew!

Anne, Joshua Bey is coming with us to the cistern.

Uh, no.

It's just you and me today. Special treat.

I'm sorry, Mr. Connor. This is not possible.

-It would not be proper. -I understand.

Next time.

[speaking Turkish]

Mom. Please.

Oh, Mr. Connor.

Perhaps if you were to follow 20 paces behind?

Then there would be no shame.

[chuckles]

I will get my hat and my coat.

[indistinct chatter]

[Connor] You know where I live? My home?

Sometimes it doesn't rain for three or four years at a time.

We have to find the water that's fallen through the cracks in the earth.

How do you find it underground?

Well, there's the trick.

You have to feel it.

And you feel it every time?

[sighs] No.

I have dug a lot of wells that just turned out to be holes.

I'll show you.

[inaudible]

I have something of yours.

Orhan asked me to find your husband.

[sighs] I hate this photograph.

Turgut is a musician, never a soldier.

How long were you married?

I am married.

Twelve years.

My mother had arranged for me to marry someone else

but my father fought her.

[chuckles] He told her,

"Why would we want our daughter to be as miserable as us?"

It is not easy to marry for love here.

Maybe my mother was right.

Turgut was mad.

Bills to the roof not paid, music all hours, parties, lazy friends.

[laughs]

I miss the chaos.

I wish my mother had arranged my marriage.

You did not love your wife?

Oh, I adored her.

I was just so bad at courting.

I think she only married me out of impatience.

[chuckles]

-But it was happy? -Very.

Until the boys were lost.

It's good to know where they are.

Not lost or nameless anymore.

I was told my oldest son was taken prisoner.

-So he's alive? -I don't know.

But you have hope.

Hope's a necessity where I come from.

Good night, Mr. Connor.

Good night.

[speaking Turkish]

Ayshe, you know what is expected of you.

First, you must observe the traditional mourning

and then we can be married.

You must do the right thing

if only for the boy.

Omer will join you every third night.

I will come this evening and we will tell Orhan.

Allow me one more day.

I want to tell him myself.

In my own way, please.

Take care. Your fate is in there.

It is a silly peasant game. And you have to drink it first.

Now we wait.

We decide everything here by coffee.

Business, holidays, even our husbands.

And that works?

When two families come together to arrange a marriage,

the young girl serves them coffee.

If it is sweet, she approves of the match.

If it is bitter, go away.

The more sugar, the deeper the love.

[chuckles] It is all peasant nonsense.

[speaking Turkish]

You are not dressed in black.

Until I am certain Turgut is dead, I can't...

-Do you take me for a fool? -No...

We both know.

Everyone but Orhan knows.

My brother is in heaven.

I am not ready to remarry.

You came to my house and we agreed.

You would humiliate me in front of my family.

This marriage is not for you. It is for Orhan.

He will become my son.

I have a duty to my brother.

This is our way!

No, this is your way.

Orhan! Come!

No.

Orhan!

Your pride has done this.

Please not like this.

What have I done?

Nothing cherub. Leave us.

Your father has been dead for four years.

Your mother has lied to you.

Don't listen to him.

Your father is a hero.

Be proud.

Mother!

That is why God never gave you a son.

You will never have him.

You will never have me... or this place.

[panting]

You are no better than the slut upstairs.

[grunts]

Stay here.

[grunting]

[Ayshe] Stop!

Stop, you fool! This is not your business!

This is what you want? The enemy?

-It has nothing to do with him! -My brother was a fool!

You disgrace our family!

[speaking Turkish]

This ass doesn't understand one word of our language.

Go!

Go! You have to leave now!

You have offended his honor! He will not forgive this!

-He hit you! -I hit him!

You see, you understand nothing. You will never understand!

-I thought I was doing the right thing. -Yes.

Yes, you and your sons and your armies, all doing the right thing!

All you did was rob Orhan of a father and left me with choices like this!

Then, please, let me help.

So now you will rescue us?

I didn't mean it like that. I raised three boys.

And where are they now?

This is not your world! Go home, Mr. Connor!

You don't need to go. She gets angry with me all the time.

[grunting]

[Jemal] You would make a good ambassador, Connor Bey.

You know him?

This man has dishonored my family!

My orders are to take him to Major Hasan.

Come here, Connor.

First, we will teach him a lesson about honor.

All four of you?

[speaking Turkish]

You want to fight?

We are still at war. Join the Nationalists.

Come on.

I found your son's name on a list of wounded.

They take him from Canakkale to a camp in Afyon.

After Afyon, we don't know.

Winters are hard.

What, you mean he died there?

[chuckles]

No more records. We are Ottoman, not German.

Tomorrow you will be on a boat, back to Australia.

Jemal and I will travel east to Ankara.

Mustafa Kemal is gathering a Nationalist Army there.

We must pass through Afyon. I will ask if anyone remembers your son.

Could he still be in Afyon?

No.

As a soldier, as a father,

I tell you.

It is past praying.

[Jemal reciting in Turkish] "The wind invisible sweeps us through the world.

Remember God so much that you are forgotten."

Mustafa Kemal!

[all shout]

Who's he toasting?

Turkey's future.

[singing in Turkish]

[Hasan] Look at him.

He is the worst sergeant in the whole Ottoman army.

Three times I have saved this man's life.

-Never once in battle. -[laughs]

Look at him.

Like a peacock with big mustache and gold buttons.

"I love my wife, I love my children, I have a big stick up my arsehole."

[laughing]

Tonight, we kill this man with lion's milk.

[toasting in Turkish] Forget.

[toasting]

[all cheering as song finishes]

First Australian I met, not to shoot at, to talk to,

was a thief at Lone Pine.

This man waves a white cloth,

calls out and walks straight across No Man's Land.

He is carrying something.

A thousand guns are on him,

2,000 eyes, but he walks.

He reaches us

and drops one of our wounded into our hands.

We shared a cigarette and he walked back.

And no one shot him?

I should have.

It's only when he got back I realized he had stolen my cigarettes.

And my lighter.

[Ayshe] Mr. Connor.

I'm sorry if I disturbed you. If I could pick up my bag?

Of course. Orhan put it in your room.

I wish to apologize for all I said.

I was angry.

I meant none of it.

I'm the one who should be apologizing. You're right.

I did fill their heads with heroic nonsense.

God and King and country.

It was my job to steer my boys to manhood

and I failed them.

I measure a man by how much he loves his children,

not by what the world has done to them.

They'll be here for me in the morning.

Well...

You can't travel on an empty stomach.

[inaudible conversation]

[soldier screaming]

[Turkish prayers over PA]

Mr. Connor? Mr. Connor! Good morning!

Come down here, please. We've a very long walk to the dock.

Lieutenant, if you'd be so kind as to go down to the dock

and speak to the captain

and make sure he holds that boat.

Thank you.

[Connor] I saw him.

I saw him clearly. He's not dead.

-You cannot go back. -No.

[Brindley knocking] Connor!

Come on.

Kick that damned door in!

Come on!

Go up onto the roof. You can get to the city wall.

-Move! -[shouting in Turkish]

Where is Connor?

Where is Joshua Connor?

Connor!

Upstairs. Quickly!

Be careful of the tiles.

[soldier] On the roof!

Connor!

Connor!

[groans]

[panting]

He's alive. I know he is.

Please. Take me with you.

[speaking Turkish]

Go!

Run! Run!m

Go jump on the other wagon.

Sergeant.

Soldiers, put on your uniforms!

Ambassador,

what part of Ottoman Empire did Australia get?

It wasn't about land for us.

Always it's about land.

We don't need any more land.

We fought for a principle.

You fight, you die, you get nothing. Good principle.

[speaking Turkish]

We should do business with this country.

A weapon, yes?

-In the right hands. -Yeah?

It's a game called cricket.

-Cricket? -Yes, it's a cricket bat.

You play?

-Yeah. Well, yeah, everybody plays. -Yeah?

Yeah. You need a ball and that's the bat.

Show us.

-Uh, you need a lot of space. -Yeah, yeah.

[speaking Turkish]

Hey boys, make room.

Mr ANZAC will show us a game.

Tidy up. Clear some space.

[Connor] So the idea is you have the ball

and you bowl it with a straight arm

and you try and hit the wicket.

-Straight arm? -Straight arm.

Ready?

[speaking Turkish]

Here it is. Watch now.

[grunts]

That's the way. Just a straight arm.

Englishers. Always with rules.

[all cheering]

Give me the stick. Give me the stick.

[speaking Turkish]

Sergeant.

Be ready, boys.

The Greeks are deeper inland than I thought.

They terrorize the people and burn the towns.

We used to be one country. Now we are constantly at war.

[brakes screeching]

[speaking Turkish]

Roll up the shades.

[grunts]

Get down!

[indistinct shouting]

Joshua, pick up a gun!

[grunts]

[speaking Greek]

We have an officer.

Take him out...

Shoot him with his own gun.

This man is my prisoner.

He is Australian.

Your ally.

Australian?

Kangaroo?

I'm from Australia, yes.

Leave him for now.

Gather up all their weapons.

Search their bags for gold.

Hurry!

Anzac Bey.

Don't invade a country if you don't know where it is.

[chanting in Turkish]

[grunting]

[speaking Turkish]

God, forgive his sins.

[Hasan] Our horses need rest.

-Raki? -Ouzo.

Same mother.

To Jemal.

It is a miracle Allah turned a blind eye so long.

I will ride with you as far as Afyon.

Joshua! Where are you going? Afyon is this way.

He's here.

[speaking Turkish]

We look for the man who built the windmill.

Arthur!

He paints the icons in the old church.

-Arthur! -Joshua! Come.

Arthur?

Art.

Dad?

Son.

Are you here?

Yes.

Yes.

Time to come home.

I'm not coming back.

None of us are.

They're dead.

I know.

How's Mom?

She's with your brothers.

You told me to take care of them.

You said, "Look after your brothers." I didn't.

Henry had his face shot off.

One minute he was there and then he just wasn't.

Ed bled out for hours.

[moaning]

-Artie. -Hey.

I want Mom.

Hold on.

Someone'll come for us.

I'm a gut-shot rabbit.

Artie.

Yes, mate?

I can't shoot myself or...

they won't let me into heaven.

No, you...

You can't ask me.

-You have to do it. -No.

You're my brother.

[breathing heavily]

[grunts]

[sobbing]

Climb onto the carpet, mate.

Let's get out of here.

Take me home, Artie.

It only works if you close your eyes.

[sobbing]

I love you.

[both] Tangu.

[gunshot]

[sobbing]

[screaming]

I killed them.

They can't come home.

So,

you see...

It's all right to leave me here.

I didn't lift a finger to stop any of you.

I killed your brothers the day I waved you off.

Arthur,

your brothers live on in you.

[shouting and gunfire in distance]

You must go.

It's too dangerous here.

[Hasan] He's right, Joshua. The Greek soldiers are here.

I must leave, now.

How do I thank you?

[speaking Turkish]

[speaking Turkish]

Tell your son, when he is well,

tell him he still owes me a packet of cigarettes.

And one lighter.

[Arthur] Dad!

-Arthur! -Dad!

This way!

[explosion]

[speaking Greek]

Give us a hand.

[grunting]

This will take you across the valley.

Once you're past the village, head north towards the coast and follow it.

I'm not leaving without you.

I've buried your mother,

I've buried your brothers.

If you're not coming with me, I'll have nowhere to go.

Either we leave here together or we'll die here.

Together.

[explosion]

-Is it cold? -No.

It's freezing.

[splashing]

When we finish here,

why don't we see if we can find some fresh clothes?

Righto.

Sounds good.

You want room?

Clean sheets, hot water...

[both] No Germans.

[chuckles]

Joshua Bey!

You came back for me!

Welcome back, Mr. Connor. Is this your son?

Arthur.

Orhan.

Help me show Arthur our second-best room.

She is outside.

[indistinct conversations]

Mr. Connor.

[speaking Turkish]

I hope you are well.

You speak Turkish like a villager.

[chuckles]

Am I welcome here?

All are welcome here.

You don't seem surprised that I'm back.

It was in your coffee. Weeks ago, before you left.

I told you, everything is in the coffee.