All language subtitles for When We Go To War_1x05

My dearest Violet, well the mail

finally arrived today
and with three letters

from you, socks from mom, and a card

from Bea, I feel very spoiled indeed.

It was a beautiful day
today, sunny and warm

with the lights sparkling
on a sea of deepest blue.

One cannot help but feel cheered
despite the circumstances.

Now that the beach at
Anzac Cove is relatively

secure we swim here when we can.

It's a relief from the ghastly heat

and does wonders for the men's morale.

Christ if we could only have a
moment's peace in this place.

I miss you desperately
my darling, but we're all

in good spirits, and look forward

to the day when job
done we can return home.

Manaaki, goodness me,
I'd hardly recognized you.

Miss Bea Smith said she'd write.

Yes, yes, yes, we've been expecting you.

Come in, come in.

Manaaki!

Sorry if I startled you,

Mrs. Smith has invited me to stay.

Yes and you're in Harry's room.

I didn't realize you were
already, but here you are.

Wonderful I'll just...

Look at you, a real soldier.

It is good to see you brother.

You alright in the head now?

I'm well, thank you.

It's come from Wellington with a medal,

from the Governor, Corporal Mark Smith.

Mistaken reporting no doubt.

We're more than happy for
you to share our name.

James, where's your sister?

Fetch her to give me a hand.

Oh, but...

Oh nevermind, what are you wearing?

Well we have a hero to dinner,

I thought I should dress appropriately.

Well you're a very silly girl.

Won't you kindly sit down sir.

I'm sorry, I forgot I
have letters, excuse me.

Your mother's right,
very silly girl indeed.

She looks so thin,
doesn't Bea look thin?

Well I expect it's not a picnic.

All the men in the hospital love her.

They think she's an angel.

They must be in a bad way.

Cissy!

I was joking.

Good evening everybody, sorry

I was held back with business.

Manaaki's been given the DCM,

that's the Distinguished Conduct Medal.

Yes, so I've heard.

I expect that's from
killing loads of Turks.

James, we don't talk about it.

Apologies for my son's rudeness.

Have you heard?

I have my own counter at
the store now and I have

my own flat, you can
come and stay with me.

But he's already been made welcome here.

I won't here of it, Manaaki is our guest

and we owe him more than we can say.

You have a home here
as long as you want it.

Hear, hear, to Manaaki!

Manaaki.

War makes unlikely bedfellows as

they say, today I met the
correspondent for The Telegraph.

An unusual character but he does

stimulate the most lively debates.

I thought there were
limits to human stupidity

but this, this article bears only

a passing resemblance
of that which I wrote.

What do you expect Ellis?

It's their job to protect those at home.

From the truth?

Oh god man, do you want our loved ones

to know what it's really like?

Why not their taxes are paying for it.

You mean to tell them
about the rivers of shit,

the flies, the stink of
bodies bursting in the sun?

If it helps the public to know

what an appalling waste it's all been.

Granted mistakes have been made.

An almighty balls-up.

Many good men have died for
this cause, many good men.

And what cause is that exactly?

The cause of opening up the straits so

the Russians can take
their wheat to market?

How many good men died here knowing that?

It's about much more than that!

For example?

Duty and honor.

Such a simple and heart-warming view.

Who goes there?

New Zealanders, Auckland Rifle.

Go on sir.

Spare a drop of water sir?

We're all out.

Who's your commanding officer?

It's Captain Everett sir.

One in the arm, one in the stomach,

we're still waiting for stretcher-bearers.

What in God's name?

Well they attacked last night sir.

We weren't going to waste the
last of our rations on them.

They were prisoners of war.

They were trying to escape sir.

With their hands tied
behind their backs?

Yeah, determined buggers
I'll give them that.

Turkish trench no more than 20 yards away.

Day and night they keep at us.

None of us have slept for days.

We've got no powder for bombs,

no tools to dig in, no timber,

we're hanging on the best
we can with bugger all sir.

I'll let them know at HQ.

Yeah I won't hold my fucking breath

with all due respect sir.

Come on.

I've seen many acts of
heroism on both sides

and respect the Turk
as a worthy adversary,

but we have work to do and most show that

the New Zealand fighting
man is the equal of anyone.

I always believed there was a plan,

some sort of higher purpose, well you

see the worst of it how do you manage?

Just one step at a
time, it's all we can do.

What in God's name?

If the good General turns around

now he's not gonna be happy.

Have to hand it to Ellis, he may

be a cad but he's no coward.

Permission to speak sir.

There's a problem in that food and water

aren't getting to the
men on the front line.

They're short of ammunition
and other supplies sir.

Their problem's compounded
by the rough terrain

but is also a matter of poor organization.

For instance, there are
stacks of spades ashore

but no one will authorize
their distribution.

Right, well I just thought I'd

appraise you of the situation.

What did you do?

Are you feeling alright?

Would you like a glass of water?

Yes please.

I myself would sign up if it weren't

for the responsibility
of running this emporium.

This leadership here at
home is a cross I must bear.

They took my photograph
once for the newspaper,

when I was gonna be a carnival queen.

Then the news came about Harry.

It strange here, everything's
so commonplace, ordinary.

Well what else would it be?

As though nothing's
changed, I mean since I left.

But everything's changed a great deal,

profession for a start.

Well it's true Violet
Penrose is working in a bank,

imagine that, and we've all had

to tighten our belts and make sacrifices.

You're still laughing at me.

It's good, it's good to laugh.

Ma'am, Detective Lang, I wonder if

I might find a Mr. Mark Smith here?

No, no, I don't, oh,
do you mean Manaaki?

This man, whatever he calls himself now.

Is he here?

It's taken some work
to find you Mr. Kokiri.

Why'd you change your name?

I wanted to enlist with my friend.

I was worried they'd put me in

the native contingent otherwise.

What's his name?

Harry, Harry Smith.

And where can I find him?

My son's dead detective.

My condolences ma'am.

Do let me know if you need anything.

Thank you.

Your sister was staying
at the Windsor Castle Hotel

in August of last year, a porter
recognized your photograph

in the newspaper and he
remembered that we wanted to talk

to you concerning a death
that occurred at the hotel,

Italian chap by the name
of Mr. Alonso Meredi.

Did you know Mr. Meredi?

I met him.

Your sister, Ms. Awa Kokiri,

she didn't say anything to you?

Not that I remember, I
might have signed up by then.

Your sister claims that
she returned to the hotel

after visiting you only to
find Mr. Meredi already dead.

Perhaps he interrupted a burglary.

The same porter also remembers that you

and Mr. Meredi had words, heated words.

A lot's happened since then.

Your sister was living
in an immoral situation.

That must have made you
angry, understandably.

For all I know he might have been

the biggest bastard to walk the earth,

he might have deserved
that bash to the head.

And whatsoever a man soweth
that shall he also reap.

Do you wanna talk about it son?

There's nothing to say.

Oh Manaaki, what are you doing here?

This isn't the best time.

Evening, well everything
seems to be in order.

Thank you for meeting me at such

short notice to expedite this matter.

My pleasure sir.

Well I'll see you at the
shop in the morning no doubt.

No doubt at all.

Nice article in paper by the
way old chap, very patriotic.

What are you doing with him?

Business.

He's a married man.

I know he's a married man.

His family has been so good to me.

We'll be disgraced.

No one needs to know.

After everything,
you'd still be a jezebel?

You think I haven't had to do

worse to put food in our mouths.

I'm looking after things, so that we can

have money, so that we
can get a place together.

A detective came today asking questions.

About what?

The last man who was helping you.

The detective thinks I'm a murderer.

What did you say to him?

He's right I am.

No, it was an accident, Manaaki?

I've killed many men.

You mean Turks, they gave you a medal.

They were all men just the same.

No brother, you listen to
me brother, listen to me.

Look Manaaki, they have
no proof, no proof.

Now we need to stick to
our story and stay strong

or they'll hang us, is that what you want?

I can't lose you brother,
you just got home.

What is home?

I spoke directly to the OC about

the situation regarding supplies.

He seemed quite receptive.

I mean he was ass naked at the time.

You think they don't know?

I think chain of command makes

it quite difficult sometimes but...

We can't afford a war on two fronts.

The Western front naturally
being close to home

will get the lion's share
and bad luck Gallipoli.

Oh shut up Ellis.

Well that's a reasoned
and thoughtful argument.

Do try the pate, it's very good.

It comes down to this,
either you believe Germany

is a threat to the Empire
and that we must fight

to protect all that is
dear to us or you don't.

I used to believe that but

in the face of overwhelming evidence...

Sir Ellis Ashmeade Bartlett.

The same.

Please come us.

I'm in the middle of dinner.

What the dickens get your hands...

Now look here what's going on?

We're arresting him on
suspicion of being a German spy.

That's ludicrous.

General's orders sir, let's go.

Have some water old chap.

I've sent a note to Command
advising them of their error.

And what, did they reply?

I'll keep trying.

Excuse me sir.

Are you releasing him?

No sir.

Prisoner attention!

What are you doing, unhand me.

You've been charged
and found guilty of being

a German spy and have been
sentenced to immediate execution.

What?

No.

Well this is insane.
Let go of me unhand me!

You can't be serious, this man

is a war correspondent for The Telegraph.

I can vouch for him!

We have our orders sir.

This is ludicrous you are
making a mistake, he's innocent!

Step aside!

Corporal you're making...

Step aside Lieutenant.

You are are making...

We have orders.

Please reconsider this,
please, you're making

a mistake, this man is innocent!

Corporal...

On your feet prisoner.

Corporal you are making a mistake here.

Step aside.

You will regret this!

On your feet prisoner.

Take aim.

Ready.

Fire.

Next time be careful who you point

your bloody camera at Bartlett.

You're okay, you're alright.

Those bastards,
those asshole bastards.

You're alright.

I do love to go to work everyday.

I find it so satisfying.

I'd much rather marry
and never work again.

Well I'm sure Arthur is keen.

Mrs. Arthur Buttle, I don't think so.

Shall we go to the gardens for tea.

I should be getting home,
we have Manaaki staying.

Who?

Charles' and Bea's friend.

Oh, the Maori.

He has a medal from the
Governor and the nicest smile.

Well you don't, do you?

What?

You're blushing, you do.

Look at you Miss Cissy Smith,
you're smitten with him.

I am not, although he is
very handsome in his uniform.

But he's not one of us.

Manaaki, Manaaki, mate, out of

the frying pan into the fire I'd say.

Woops.

Manaaki.

Come in.

James said you were feeling poorly.

I get headaches sometimes.

Has this headache got anything to do

with the policeman who was here.

If you're in any kind of
trouble perhaps I can help.

Look you've done more
than enough already.

I'll find somewhere else
to live as soon as I can.

Nonsense, I won't hear of it,

as I said, we're happy to have you.

Well I'll leave you to your thoughts.

I don't want to stir up any bad memories,

you know least said soon is mended,

but if I could just know,
you see well he's on my mind,

I mean, and If could ask,
did he suffer at the end?

He didn't suffer at all.

Well that's good
that's very good to know.

Thank you.

Oh you poor boy, poor boy.

I'm sorry.

It's alright.

I'm sorry.

It's alright dear.

We must take special care of Manaaki,

he's a brave young man
but I know he's suffering.

I could take him out, to the gardens,

I'm sure the fresh air would do him good,

and a picnic if you could talk

to Richard about giving me the day off.

Well, I suppose I could.

Some of us are going to
the pictures this weekend,

Hearts Adrift with Mary Pickford,

it's supposed to be terribly romantic.

Oh romantic, is that good?

That's the best kind of picture.

Your sister was in one wasn't she?

I'd love to be a film star I think

it's the most exciting thing.

I'm sorry have I said something wrong?

No.

Everyone tells me I
babble on and talk pots

of rubbish when there's a war going on

and we should all be more serious.

War, that's the last
thing I wanna talk about.

Really?

Really, please, babble on.

Now you're just teasing me again.

I know Bea's the smart one with
her books and her education.

That's true what's so funny?

You are.

Me, why am I funny this time?

You're not like Bea she's very

serious and you make me laugh.

Well I like to see you
laugh you have a lovely smile.

So do you.

Are you hungry?

Starving.

We should find a nice
spot for our picnic.

Well come on.

I did not eat both the egg sandwiches.

Don't be so saucy.

I have a dilemma Mr. Kokiri.

I've checked your record
and there's no doubt

that you're a war hero, decorated,

a man of integrity, but I have

an unsolved murder on my hands.

You're a sharp shooter
that's right isn't it?

Yes.

How many Turks did
you get, 10, 20, more?

Nobody else wants to know.

They want everything
to be tea and biscuits.

I want to know believe me.

More, I was good at it.

Did you keep a tally?

Answer the question.

I would find a position, hide,

and wait for the enemy to show themselves.

Some days it was a few, some days more.

There was one day I killed nobody at all,

but when I reached 100 I stopped counting.

Would you do it again?

I'm a killer, I killed people.

May they rot in hell
each and every one of them.

My boy Jimmy, he was at
the landing at Gallipoli.

They blew him to pieces.

There wasn't even anything left to bury.

He left a widow and two little ones,

the baby will never even know his father.

So I hope and I pray that
everyone of those bastard Turks

you shot, I hope they
died slow and painful.

So I'll ask you again, if you had

the chance would you do it again?

As far as I'm concerned Mr. Meredi died

at the hands of burglars unknown.

This case is no longer open.

Good day to you Mr. Kokiri.

Good luck with whatever you do next.

Manaaki are you coming to church?

Your friends already gone
I said we'd catch them up.

I don't think I should.

Are you unwell?

I just don't think I'll
be welcome in God's house.

No one will mind if we're a bit late.

Are you sad?

Go to church.

If you're not going then neither am I.

Maybe you're not so
different from your sister.

You're both stubborn as old donkeys.

Well I'm an old donkey
am I, well that's nice.

Not a donkey, a pretty mare.

Do you think I want
to be called a horse?

Every man needs a good horse.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

But I want to, I want to make you happy.

I've never done this before.

Neither have I.

But I assumed, Heather?

Well then it will be special
for both of us if you like.

Thank you private, that's all.

Yes sir.

Everything alright?

Our platoon has been
assigned to ambo duty.

Right.

And that's not a good thing?

Well it's one thing to
have a gun in one's hand

and a sporting chance but we may as well

have a target painted on our backs.

I'm sorry old chap, this obviously

comes of defending me
and I won't forget it.

Actually I don't think that's it at all.

I'll let you gentleman in on a secret.

I'm writing a letter, a
very dangerous letter.

My God, you're going to have

the War Office quivering in their boots.

Oh William, William you're just in time

for the startling news,
Ellis is writing a letter.

Yes, yes, but if you knew
the content and who it's for.

Alright then, tell us.

Very well but this goes no further.

I'm writing a confidential
letter to our Prime Minister

who I'm convinced has no
real idea of the insanity

occurring here, names will
be named, heads will roll,

that imbecile Churchill's already

in the dog box, Hamilton will be next.

You'll never get it past the censors.

I will find a way.

And they won't care.

I tried pointing out the truth

and as a result my men are being punished.

I've put my men at
danger with my reckless...

It won't make a blind
bit of difference either.

I've just come from a briefing,

there's to be a new offensive.

What?

A push to take the high ground.

We've just been told to
expect extensive casualties.

How can they even consider it?

Now you'll have plenty to do
for the glory of the Empire.

Shut up Ellis!

At least I'm trying to do something

about this mess, stand down.

Damn you I said shut up, shut up!

Or I will shoot you myself.

It's alright Charles.

We understand how you feel.

Sit back down, come on.

Yes well, I'll leave you
chaps to mull things over.

We're in no position,
we can't attack now.

It makes no sense, none at all.

Nearly finished?

I woke in a panic last night

couldn't remember the
color of Mary's eyes.

Hazel or green, yeah you'd think a chap

could remember the color
of his wife's eyes.

I'll rouse the batman
to fetch us some tea.

Help there's a man in there!

Who is it sir?

It is in the everyday

moments that I miss home the most,

a cup of tea or at
dinnertime with the family,

then I remember where I am and I curse

the Kaiser for taking me from you.

And another.

But Sarge.

A bit of rum will
help take the edge off.

But I don't drink Sarge I
took the pledge for me mum.

It's an order, all of it, and again.

Bloody stupid if you ask me.

We'll be target practice for the Turks.

It's either this or get shot

down in the dark by our own side.

Alright men, gather around.

Our orders are to wait
until the mounted rifles

and the Maoris have cleared the way

for the assault on Chunuk Bair,

then to follow and assist with the wounded

and get them back down
here before daylight.

Any questions?

Walk in the park.

Thank you Sargent Graves.

Infantry Brigade, move out.

Yes sir.

Alright men, let's get into positions.

There you go son, best
you sit this one out.

Tommy get this man down
there and Graves take care

of this man behind me,
assess the situation.

The worst's past we'll get you down there.

Graves, Graves I need light.

Okay we need a stretcher, grab
me a stretcher right away.

Keep moving men.

Leave him, leave him, leave
him, we can't take more.

Manaaki, hi.

What are you doing?

I told James to say I
wasn't feeling very well.

You shouldn't be here.

Mum's doing her knitting
and Dad's in the study.

Do you want me to go?

Yes.

But I don't care if someone find us

and I decided something,
I don't want to be

with Arthur or anybody
else, I want to be with you.

And I'm not ashamed because...

Look you shouldn't do that.

What?

Plan to be with me.

But don't you want to?

Aren't you fond of me?

I don't belong here with normal people,

people who don't know what it's like,

who shouldn't, who shouldn't
be corrupted by me.

I don't understand.

For all of they that take the sword

shall perish by the sword.

I'm requesting a transfer back
to the war as soon as I can.

Well, thank you for telling me.

You are a useless bastard, say it.

Ah, bollocks to you.

Kitchener's useless, bloody army.

We had it, Chunuk Bair, we held it

and you bastard, cowardly
English turned and ran.

What are you talking about?

You're as British as I am.

Bullshit I'm a New Zealander.

Alright man let him go, hej let him go!

We had it, we bloody had it.

My darling Violet,
you will know doubt hear

of fresh acts of outstanding
valor and bravery

following our latest
attempt to drive the Turk

from his stronghold in
the hills and like much

that has come before,
it will mostly be lies.

It's true that we did
take Chunuk Bair but with

enormous and ultimately
futile loss of life

to end up exactly where we were before.

I have a letter I'd like
delivered to my fiancee

and it contains material I'd
rather not the censor see.

Like that is it?

Leave it with me sir.

I have tried to protect you

from the truth but I now
think that the public

of New Zealand has a right to know

what is really going on here.

I have a letter for Miss Violet Penrose.

My dearest Violet,

you'll find enclosed an
open letter to the public

of New Zealand outlining the true nature

of the miserable failure that
is the Gallipoli Campaign.

A campaign that has seen
our youngest and finest

slaughtered through
stupidity and incompetence,

but if we were able to evacuate
Gallipoli before the winter

sets in, at least some
lives will be saved.

I am not naive enough to think that many

of those in power will take heed.

Some will already be
aware of the situation

but have done nothing
for their own reasons,

but there may be some who do take note

and that may be the beginning.

Sign the petition, no
conscription, sign the petition.

What else can I do, I want to help.

I ask you my love

to make copies and send to as many

newspapers and politicians as possible.

I know that this is a
great deal to ask but I will

take full responsibility in
the event of my surviving

and if I am no longer to be
numbered amongst the living

then at least some good
may still come of it.

What am I to do?

I love Charles dearly.

These views are seditious.

As his fiancee I should
do what he asks of me.

Your loyalty is admirable my dear

but it is a matter of the greater good.

There is only one course of action.

I know, war has changed him.

The old Charles would never
have asked me to do this.

You know my dear

that I esteem and miss
you despite this darkness.

I remain forever, your loving, Charles.