Break of Day (1976) - full transcript

(thunder cracks)

(energetic drum music)

(waves slosh)

- [Coxswain] Begging your pardon, sir,

but we seem to be closing
onto the picket boat to port.

150 yards apart for the order, sir.

- [Captain] I'm aware of that, Coxswain,

but I'd rather bend the
order than lose touch.

Are the bowmen taking regular soundings?

- [Coxswain] Aye, sir.

It's coming up light.



Looks quiet enough ahead.

- [Captain] Mmm.

They must have heard us.
- Hull catching bottom, sir.

- [Captain] Stop engines.

Prepare to let go aft.

- [Coxswain] Prepare to let go aft.

- [Captain] Half a stand together.

Let go aft.

(waves slosh)

- [Coxswain] Good luck.

- [Captain] Out oars.

Prepare to pull handsomely,
give away together.

Stroke, stroke.

Stroke.



Stroke.

stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

(gull squawks)

Stroke.

Stroke.

Stroke.

Pass oars.

Boat oars.

- [Sergeant] Come on, lads. Come on.

Do what you've been told.
You'll be all right.

(chatting)

(guns fire)

(speaking foreign language)

(guns firing)

(whistle blows)

- [Soldier] I can't see!

- [Soldier] Come on,
mate. You'll be all right.

♪ Rally 'round the
banner of your country ♪

♪ Take the field with
brothers o'er the foam ♪

♪ On land or sea, wherever you be ♪

♪ Keep your eye on liberty ♪

♪ But England, home and beauty ♪

♪ Have no cause to fear ♪

♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Australia will be there ♪

♪ Australia will be there ♪

(shell booms)

(bird sings)

(cow bells jingle)

(birds squawk)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)
(rabbit squeals)

(foreboding music)

- Hello?

Hello.

- I'm sorry, I didn't know that--

- Course, you weren't to know.

I didn't bother to lock
it, seemed no need.

- No, it's pretty quiet.

- Except for the birds.

They woke me up, actually.

Must be very early.

- Yes, it is.

- Do you come here every morning?

- Sometimes.

- The agent didn't mention you.

You must be the owner of the rabbit traps.

- Yes.

- Do you trap for a living?

- No, not really.

- They were very smelly.

Kept tripping over them,
they were all over the floor.

Anyway, they're all out there.

- The foxes have taken most of them.

- I'm sorry.

- Nobody's ever rented this place before,

not this late in the season.

- Always a first time for everything.

- I don't use the traps anymore.

- My name's Alice Hughes.

- Tom Cooper.

- [Alice] I've come up here to paint.

- There's a shed by the side.

Do you mind if I use that
to keep my things in?

- [Alice] Not at all.

- See, the hills are
full of burrows, and--

- No, it's all right.
- Well, it saves me

carrying everything from home.

- Of course.

Good morning, Tom.

- Morning.

(cockatoo squawks)

- Mrs. Cooper's tray is ready, Mr. Cooper.

- Thank you, Susan.

(door opens)

Beth?

Beth.

Good morning, darling.

- Hello.

- [Tom] How are you feeling?
- Oh, good.

I'm feeling good.

- Here you are.

I'll see you at lunchtime.

- Thank you.

- Look after yourself.

- Yes, all right.

Goodbye.

(gags)

(coughs)

- The agent had no business
renting it to you now.

Our local butter is very good, Riverdue.

- Good, I'll try it.

- Fishing parties.
- Oh, and I'd like some cocoa.

- We keep that place for fishing parties.

The scallions cook up very good, all gold.

And there's Bushells.

That's very popular at the moment.

- That'll be lovely.

Thank you.

- Still, what's done's done.

Anything else?

- [Alice] Just a bottle
of brandy, thank you.

- No French, of course, not since the war.

- Australian will do nicely.

Splendid.

- I'm not the man to slide out

of my contractual obligations.

Anything further?
- No, thank you.

Oh yes, there is something else.

I wanted some linseed oil.

- [Lou] Oh, I sold the
last half-pint last week.

- Oh dear.

- None in till next week.

The newspaper office down
the street will have some.

They might sell you a little.

You can start an account if you like.

- All right.

- Down the street, across
the road from the Royal.

- [Alice] Thank you.

- Not at all.

Good morning.

- Good morning.

(baby cries)

(whimsical music)

(typewriter keys click)

(bell chimes)

Well, we meet again.

- Yes.

- I had no idea.

- Can I help you?

- I want some...

They told me at the store
you stock linseed oil.

- Well, we don't sell...

For your paintings?

- Yes.

- Just a moment.

John, I want some linseed oil.

- How much, Mr. Cooper?

- Half a gallon.

Should keep you going for a while.

- How much will that be?

- I've no idea, we don't usually--

- Well, I must pay, really.

- No, that's all right.

Compliments of the firm.

- Thank you.

Thank you very much.

Bye.

- [Tom] Goodbye.

(door closes)

- The lead story.

I've had him set those sentences

you marked separate as running pass.

Your poor old father always said,

"A sentence is a sentence,
a paragraph's a paragraph."

So I've run them on,
following house style.

- Of course.

(dog barks)

(bell tolls)

(children chatter)

- Done ya.

G'day.
- Hello.

- Nice day?
- Yes.

- What's your name?

- Miss, Miss Hughes.

What's yours?

- Billy.

Ta ta.
- Bye bye.

- Camped out at Fogerty's.

- How do you know?

- Everyone knows.

Probably a witch.

Or else she's on the game.

- [Boy] What game?

(foreboding music)

- Can I give you a lift, ma'am?

- Thank you.

- Warm and dusty day to be walking.

- Yes.

(clicks tongue)

- How far you going?

- I'm renting a little
cottage near the river.

Fogerty's, I think they call it.

- Old Fogerty was a miner
here. 40, 50 year ago.

More of a fossicker, really.

Scratching around the old
workings and heaps of talons.

Washing out the odd bit of colour.

He was a fair terror for the drink.

One night he got drunk
as a lord down the local,

then decided to walk home.

While picking his way as best he can,

barely able to put one
foot in front of the other,

let alone find the right path,

suddenly there was a thump.

Fogerty was out like a light.

Anyway, when he wakes up,
he's flat out on his back,

staring straight up a long black hole,

a little patch of moonlit
sky way up above him.

All around him in the
darkness is cold stone.

Course, Fogerty knew what had happened.

He'd stumbled down a mine shaft

and been knocked unconscious.

He carefully felt himself
all over, no bones broken.

Then he started climbing.

Hand over hand up that shaft.

Slipping and sliding,
hanging on for grim death.

He was at it most of the night.

By the time he'd pulled
himself out of the top,

it was just getting light.

Then suddenly, clang, Fogerty's out again.

Well, two days later, they
found him outside his own hut,

unable to move, raging in a fever.

What had actually happened
was Fogerty had got home,

but he'd gone to sleep with
his head in that big fireplace,

and he'd spent the rest of the night

climbing his own chimney.

Then when he'd pulled
himself out at the top,

he fell off the roof and broke both legs.

Well, that's one version of the story.

Course, others will tell you
that he fell off the roof,

broke his neck and died,

and his ghost still comes
back and haunts that hut.

Whoa, Jen.

But if that's what happened,

how does anyone know about
him climbing the chimney?

And who'd have told them?

That track there will take
you through to Fogerty's hut.

- Thank you.

- Later.

(patrons chatter)
- A paragraph is a paragraph,

and a sentence is a sentence.

- Seen the new one yet?

- A paragraph is a distinct passage

dealing with a particular point.

- Painting lady, renting for--
- It's not just a convenient

place to break up a slab of type

just to make a page look pretty.

- [Joe] Gave her a lift this morning.

- [Evans] A paragraph has
a purpose, and that's that.

Even if it keeps going the
length of a full column.

- Artist is she?
- So she says.

- [Evans] So long as it's
making the one particular point,

well, it shouldn't be broken.

- [Joe] Seemed very nice.

- And a paragraph most
definitely isn't a sentence.

- [Robbie] Lonely spot, Fogerty's.

- A sentence is a single thought.

- [Lou] Doesn't seem to worry her.

- One single thought.
(cash register chimes)

- Be pretty broad-minded, being an artist.

- They're the rules.
- Broad mind, broad hips.

- There have to be rules.

- Big ass, loose lips. (laughs)

- Rules about everything.

Any man that breaks the rules
does so at his own risk.

- [Joe] Seemed rather pleasant, I thought.

(men laugh)

(serene music)

- I wasn't sick this morning.

That's the first time.

Tom?

- Hm?
- I wasn't sick this morning.

- That's good.

- Ruby came over this afternoon.

We sorted through Paul's old baby things.

Some of them are very nice.

Ruby's mother does the
loveliest crocheting.

Ruby says she'll ask
her to make me a shawl.

Tom?

- That'll be nice.

- You haven't been listening, have you?

Have you?

Is there something wrong?

- No, no.

- Old Evans again.

- No more than usual.

- You haven't gone out
in the mornings lately.

Has your foot--
- No, my foot

hasn't been hurting.

It doesn't hurt.

It just gets in the bloody
way, but it doesn't hurt!

Ever.

- My.

When we were children, my
father used to sit in his chair

reading the paper.

It seemed like all night.

And he wouldn't listen to
anything we were saying.

If we really wanted to tell him something,

we'd have to practically shout.

When we finally did get through to him,

he'd look over his glasses,
and he'd say very crossly,

"Do what?"

Seems funny now.

But it didn't at the time.

The morning sickness part might be over.

I hope so.

- [Alice] What do you do with them?

- [Tom] You're about early.

- Usually, you caught
me the other morning.

Travelling makes me tired.

I've missed you.

You said you came here most mornings.

- Most mornings I do.

- What do you do with them?

- Well, it was good pocket
money when I was a kid.

The skins, I mean.

Now I just...

The wall of that shed's
practically lined with them.

Might do something with them one day.

- What do you do with the rest?

- Carcass, not much.

Might take one home for next door's dog.

Beth doesn't...

Well, we don't eat them at home.

Mostly I just bury them.

Would you like one?

They're not bad eating.

- Yes. Yes, all right. Thanks.

Why do you kill them?

- I've always had a few
traps along these hills.

Long as I can remember.

A few quiet hours with no one.

Besides, they're vermin.

There you are, underground chicken.

Stewed or baked, whichever you prefer.

- Thank you.

- [Tom] You got somewhere to
keep it, away from the flies?

- [Alice] I'll cook it today.

- [Tom] Would be best if you
let it hang for a few days.

You haven't got anywhere to keep meat?

- No, I haven't.

I'm afraid I'm not very well equipped.

(hammering)

(serene music)

You never cease to amaze me.

A complete camper.

(dramatic music)

Has your family always lived here?

- Yes, my grandfather
founded the newspaper

at the height of the gold rush.

Old Evans taught me the trade.

My father taught me to write.

Or tried to.

But no one taught me the business.

My father died whilst I was away.

The old invincible runs right under us,

right through this hill.

(ominous music)

They took out 1500 ounces
of fine gold in two years.

(bugle playing The Last Post)

- And mud.

Struth the mud was bad.

(chattering)

You try fighting hand
to hand with a bayonet

with mud up to your waist,
and see how long you last.

Could work out where
the shells were falling

by the way the flamin'
great spouts of mud fell up.

Anyway, before I knew a thing,

the whole side of the slip
trench started fallin' in.

Caught me just as I was standing up,

then buried me completely,
from head to toe.

I could feel the stuff on
top, pushing my tin hat down,

forcing my chin down onto my chest.

The brim of the tin hat kept
the stuff out of my nose,

but the weight on top kept
pushing it further down my head.

And that band thing around the inside

kept slipping down my nose,
scraping the skin off with it.

Then I started to
struggle like fury again.

Although I could move
around a little at first,

mud was really starting to set.

Pretty soon I was stuck fast
and couldn't move a fraction.

Then I thought I'd have to stop breathing.

I could hardly move my ribs.

Was just like a flaming iron band

was clamped around my chest, squeezin' in.

(man coughs)

Wouldn't have been as bad
as the gas, of course.

(wheezes)

Well, when I'd just about given it all up,

heard the Sergeant Major yelling,

"Quick, two! Men with shovels!"

They had to take it pretty carefully.

It's easy to injure a man diggin' him out.

Well, they got it all off me in the end.

It's just like comin' back to life again.

But it hurt every time I drew a breath

for a few days after that.

(men laugh)

(men chatter)

Should get that fella
finished, if the weather holds.

- [Robbie] How about some service, Lou?

- Yeah, coming.

(gun fires)

(gentle piano music)

(gun fires)

(gun fires)

(men chatter)

- Tom. Where have you...

- [Alice] Tom?

- Hello.

- [Alice] Come over here.

- I brought you some fish.

- Come over here.

Sit down.

- [Tom] I brought you some fish.

- Thank you.

- They're fresh, I just took
them out of the drum net.

I cleaned them.

(dramatic music)

- I want to paint you.

Want to paint your portrait.

- Not...

Not like this.

- No.

I want you dressed in
those old army clothes.

The true spirit of Anzac.

(dramatic music)

(whimsical music)

- Sean. Stop it!

You're late this morning, Mr. Cooper.

Been fishing out at Fogerty's,
have you, Mr. Cooper?

Did you catch anything, Mr. Cooper?

The only thing he'd be
catching out there is crabs.

- Susan, I'm running a bit late,

so I thought just a piece of toast.

(sizzling)

- Go and sit down.

I'll bring it through.

There, isn't that nice?

Breakfast together for once.

- Yes, it's lovely.

- See, I'm not totally helpless.

Dr. Harvey said everything is quite normal

and exactly how it should be.

- That's good.

- I'll get these quick
little pains, contractions,

regularly spaced.

I've got to time them.

When they get to five minutes
apart, you've got to call him.

The baby is upside-down in
the womb, facing the side,

and as it comes down, the head turns,

first to the back, then to the side again.

Isn't it marvellous?

You don't mind, do you,
Tom? Me telling you?

- No, no, of course not.

- Dr. Harvey's very modern.

He thinks the patient should
know exactly what she's in for.

- [Susan] Shall I serve
the tea now, Mrs. Cooper?

- Yes, thank you, Susan.

(serene music)

(birds chirp)

(giggles)

(clock ticking)

- Morning.
- Morning.

Fred's out of copy.

It is publication day, you know.

(press rattles)

- [Tom] The council story goes in there.

That should wind it up.

- Won't fit.

- [Tom] Then we'll cut it.

Can't be more than an inch or two over.

- Look for yourself.

- It's all been set intro, black caps.

I forgot to mark it
7.5, caps and lowercase.

It's an easy enough thing to do.

He should have queried it.

This stuff's always set light every week!

Should have used his brains.

- You're the one supposed
to have the brains, not him.

It's his job to follow copy, nothing more.

- Follow copy?

Even if it blows out of the bloody window?

It's too late to reset, so
drop a house ad in there.

- What if it won't fit?

- Then recut the bloody
borders until it does!

(sighs)

- This is an unexpected bonus.

I really ought to drive you away.

You're keeping me from my work.

You manage very well for a cripple.

(twig snaps)
What was that?

- [Tom] What was what?

- There was a noise in
the bushes over there.

- I don't know, wallaby I suppose.

There's a few around here.

They won't mind.

They're broadminded, wallabies.

(laughs)

- Before we went to Gallipoli,
we were camped in Egypt.

Go to Cairo on leave.

One night a lot of the troops,
Australians, New Zealanders,

set fire to the brothels.

It was Good Friday.

I saw them burning in Azbekeya Street,

thousands of troops watching.

They were throwing pianos
out of the windows.

The soldiers stopped the
firemen doing anything about it.

I asked one of our chaps
why they were doing it,

and he said, he said he didn't know.

The Battle of the Wazzir, they called it.

- Why did they do such a thing?

- Someone said they were
retrieving the honour

of thousands of young allied soldiers.

We were all confined
to camp for a few days.

Then we learnt that seven
girls had been burned to death.

(sombre music)

(rattling)

(ominous music)

- Tom.

Feel anything?

- It's jumping about.

- Kicking.

- Feels funny.

- It's nice.

Tom.

- Better not. Not with the baby in.

- The baby will be all right, Tom.

If you're very careful.

(rain patters)
(thunder cracks)

(laughs)

(thunder rumbles)

(rattling)

- Listen.

- It's only possums.

Making love.

(clattering)

- [Alice] Only possums.

- Big possums.

(rustling)

(clanging)

Bounce up and down.

- Pardon?
(shushes)

- The bed, bounce up and down.

(bed squeaks)

(yelps)

- Mr. Cooper!

Please don't hit me no more, Mr. Cooper!

Please don't hit me no more!

(boy screams)

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry ♪

(children giggle)

♪ Who was the snoop that seen Tom Cooper ♪

♪ Up the bush with his trousers down ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom, Dick, Harry, Jim ♪

♪ Tom ♪

(footsteps approach)

- Good evening, Susan.

- We couldn't wait dinner.
Yours is in the oven.

- Oh.

Where's Mrs. Cooper?

- Messing about in the bedroom.

(Beth gasps)
(thudding)

- Beth?

You all right?

- Yes, I'm all right.

I slipped.

- What were you doing?

- Shifting!

I was getting some extra
blankets for the spare bed.

I was shifting it to the spare room.

- [Tom] What for?

- I...

You've probably noticed

I haven't been sleeping very well.

I seem to be tossing
and turning all night.

I must be disturbing you.

And besides,

with the baby almost due,

I don't want you...

(door closes)

(cries)

(chatting)

- [Joe] Barely touched the side.

- Warm day for the time of the year.

Could be an early summer,
by the look of it.

- Just so long as we don't get
any rain before the weekend.

We want the recreation ground
right for the brewery picnic.

- How do you think they'll go?

- Not a hope.

Might have had a chance before the war

when young Tom Cooper was playing.

Not now.

- Tom Cooper mightn't be all
right for playing cricket,

but he's performing well
in a few other directions.

- [Evans] Tom!

Programme for the picnic.

- Looks all right to me.

(horn beeps)

(clamouring)

- City trippers.

(chatting)

- Turn the left.
- Stay straight ahead.

- [Arthur] It's faster to
take the fork to the left!

- [David] Straight ahead.

- By God, sir, this is mutiny!

Step out of the carriage
and I'll thrash you!

Hold on, hold on. The old girl's got it.

Left it is.
(whooping)

♪ My old man is over there ♪

♪ Don't dilly-dally on the way ♪

(singing raucously)

- Alice, old girl. Lovely to see you!

(laughs)
- Alice!

- You received my letter?

- No!
- Of course you didn't

receive his letter.

He didn't send you one.

(laughs)

- Alice.
- Oh, David.

- (stutters) You haven't met Jean.

- No, I don't think so.

- [David] Alice, Jean.

- Hello.
- Hello.

- All right for a few days,
are we, me old darling?

- Of course.

- Arthur, come and see this!

- I envy you your Shangri La, Alice.

I really do.

- Stunning, isn't it?

Terribly Rupert Bunny.

- David, lend a hand
here, will you old fellow?

There's a good chap.

(chuckles)

Well, Alice old girl, you
have been gainfully employed.

(chuckles)

(applauds)

(upbeat music)

- Beautiful!

(shutter clicks)

(shouts)

(yelping)

(singing raucously)

- We're here, boys.

(chatting)

(horse whinnies)

- All right everybody,
how about three cheers

for the poppy show?

Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

(uplifting music)

(chatting)

(children clamour)

- Here, darling, you want something?

Have you any money?

- No.
- Oh.

Here.

- Drop us a number for charity.

All for a very good cause.

(dogs bark)

(crowd applauds)

(chatting)

- Thank you, Jake.

- [Boy] Hey, that's me, I'm on the wheel!

- A beauty.
(crowd clamours)

- [Joe] Yeah, one up.

(crowd cheers)

(crowd cheers)

- Great shot, Keith.

- Thank you, sir.
- Great shot.

- Now we'll see what he can do.

(crowd cheers)

(birds shriek)

- [Joe] Yes!

(crowd cheers)

(bat thuds)

- That's it.

(crowd cheers)

(chatting)

(bat thuds)
(crowd cheers)

- Hello, Tom.

- Hello.

- I have some friends staying
with me for a few days.

Tom, I want you to meet Sandy.

- How do you do?
- Hello.

- Jean?
- Hello.

Sandy, can you give me a hand, please?

- And David and Roger.

- Dave.
- How do you do?

- How do you do?

- Tom runs the local newspaper.

- Oh good, good.

Pink top.
- Ah, no, no thank you.

All right.

- There.
- Thank you.

(crowd cheers)
- So how,

how's it going?

- Well, we, Tetlow hasn't batted yet.

- Hello, what's this?

Local yokels cavorting
on the village green, hm?

- [Alice] Arthur.

This is Tom.

- Oh.

(crowd groans)

(crowd applauds)

(chattering)

- Hey, look there.

Bold as brass.

(coughs)

- What's the score?

- 194 for four.

- Good.

We'll declare at 200.

- [Tetlow] Hang on, I
haven't been in to bat yet.

- Look, it's a social game, isn't it?

And these fellas are
getting a bit hot out there.

They want a drink.

(crowd cheers)

That's it.

All right, Joe, that's it.

Declare it, mate.

(crowd cheers raucously)

(crowd applauds)

- [Billy] Hit it, Joe!

(crowd clamours)

(crowd cheers)
- Good old Joe,

he's muffed it!

- And again!
- All right!

Come on, pick it up!

(crowd applauds)

(laughs)

- Mark that one down.

- Thanks, Robbie.

(crowd cheers)

(bat thuds)

- Get under it!
- Catch it!

- Catch it!

(crowd cheers)

(sighs)

(crowd cheers)

- [Joe] Come on, heave it in!

How's that!

(bat thuds)

- [Bowler] Howzat?

- That's four for 11.

We haven't got a hope.

It's not like it used
to be in the old days

before the war, is it?

(crowd groans)

(crowd groans)
(subdued applause)

- [Bowler] Howzat?

(chatting)

Hold it!

(crowd cheers)

(crowd groans)

(crowd murmurs)

- G'day, Tom.
- I'll put on the pads

if you like.

Someone can run for me.

- Sounds like a good idea to me.

Yeah, next series.

(team applauds)

- Good on ya, Tom.

Now we'll show them.

- [Man] Good on ya, Billy!

- Leg stump.

(crowd cheers)

- [Joe] Great shot.

(crowd applauds)

(crowd cheers)

- Hero's day.

(players shout)

(crowd applauds)

(crowd cheers)

(crowd cheers)

- [Catcher] Over.

- [Man] Give me the ball.

- Hey!
(crowd applauds)

We got them!

We got them! (laughs)

(crowd groans)

(crowd groans)

- Ee God.

- You see what he's trying to do?

Tom can bat, but he can't move fast.

He's creeping them up on him.

(crowd murmurs)

(crowd jeers)

(crowd clamours angrily)

- [Man] Shake him up!

(crowd shouts angrily)
- That's not cricket!

- Come on.

♪ One for Harry, England burned and took ♪

♪ Rally 'round the
mantle of your country ♪

♪ Take your base with
brothers o'er the foam ♪

♪ On land or sea, wherever you be ♪

♪ Keep your eye on Germany ♪

♪ But England, home and beauty ♪

♪ Have no cause to fear ♪

♪ Should auld acquaintance be forgot ♪

♪ No, no, no, no, no ♪

♪ Australia will be there ♪

♪ Australia will be there ♪

(laughs)

- Well now.

All I wanna say is

it's been a good day.

(patrons laugh)

I bet it could've been a worse day

if it hadn't been for Tom here.

- Here, here!
(clamouring)

- Once again Tom showed us

what the Australian
fighting man is made of.

He faced enemy fire fearlessly,

and although he went down,
he went down fighting.

- Backed up by a few reinforcements.

(patrons laugh)

- Three cheers for Tom Cooper

Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip hip!
- Hooray!

- Hip!
- Hooray!

(clamouring)

- Quiet, quiet, quiet!

Hold you responsible!
(laughing)

Where, whoa there, just a minute.

Where, where are the ladies?

(laughs)
No, no, no, no!

Where are the ladies, hm?

Where's...

Where's, where's Alice and err..

and those...

Hm?

(patrons chatter)

Ladies.

Would you care to join the gentlemen?

Lou.

Drinks for the ladies, please.

- Harlots and fancy women in
the other bar, Tom Cooper.

Only men in here.

(chuckles)

- Men, eh?

Dirty old men like you!

I'll bash your bloody brains in!

(clamouring)

- Time, gentlemen!

Closing up now, time, please!

- Time?

You've never closed this
place before midnight!

- No. Well, tonight I am.

- Come on my old hero. Enough
fisticuffs for one day.

- Giddy up!

(chattering)

- I'll drive you home, mate.

- No!

Bugger you.

I'm going with them.

- Come with me.
- It's all right,

we'll look out for him.

- Might be best if you
took him straight home.

- Home?

I'm not going home.

(chuckles) Why should I?

- Night.
- Night.

- Alice?

Roger.

- Eggs, eh?

♪ Round the banner of your country ♪

♪ Take the field with
brothers o'er the foam ♪

♪ On land or sea, wherever you be ♪

♪ Keep your eye on Germany ♪

- Shut up!

- What did you say?

- [Tom] I said shut up.

- Why should I?

- Because I'd prefer you to.

- Come along.

You'll have to do better than that.

- Arthur.
- It's a free country,

you know?

Thanks, we are told, to the likes of you.

So I shall sing what and where I like.

When I like.

Should old acquaintance

be forgot.

No, no, no, no, no.

Australia will be there.

- Because you weren't there.

- Ah, a reason.

So I wasn't there.

And how do you know I wasn't there?

Have I a big yellow streak
running down my back?

Well, have I?

Or perhaps white feathers
sprouting from my ears, hm?

Australia will be there, pom-pom, pom-pom.

Australia will be there.

(upbeat jazz music)

- Tom.

Tom?

Tom?

Tom?
(twig snaps)

Tom!

He's gone.

He's running somehow.

- Well, he is a local. He'll know his way.

- [Arthur] He was drunk, the
cold air will sober him up.

- Mm.

Well, he'll know his way, he's a local.

- Damned touchy.

(tense music)

(shouts)
(bomb bursts)

(guns fire)

(bombs burst)

(men shout)

- I'll go first.

You wait for my signal and
follow right behind, all right?

(guns fire)
(bombs explode)

Wait for my signal!

(guns fire)

(bombs explode)
(guns fire)

(men speak foreign language)

(gun fires)

(men shout)

(sombre music)

(bomb whistles)

(guns fire)

(bomb explodes)

(gun fires)

(foreboding music)

(Arthur snores)

(suspenseful music)

(door closes)

(bird calls)

(cockatoo screeches)

(gate opens)

(upbeat music)

(rooster crows)

- Thank you.

I won't be a moment.

Thank you.

(lock clicks)

(press rattles)

(knocking)

- Tom!

- Hello.
- Hello.

- Wish me luck.

- It's only a checkup.

- Wish him luck, too.

- I've got to go.
- All right.

See you at lunchtime?

- Yeah.

(horn beeps)

- You mug!

Just as well me brakes are working!

- I've gotta cover a family's
union meeting in Bolton.

(crates rattle)

- [Man] Hey Tom.

(bell clangs)

(horse whinnies)

(dog barks)

(train whistle blares)

(train whistle blares)

(serene music)

(train whistle blares)

(guns fire)

(foreboding music)

- [Narrator] The husband.

Wounded, restless, angry.

(gun fires)

- [Alice] Why do you kill them?

- [Narrator] The wife.

Beautiful, pregnant, insecure.

- You haven't been listening, have you?

- [Narrator] The artist.

Sensual.

(laughs)
Worldly.

Mysterious.

- Any man that breaks the
rules does so at his own risk.

- [Narrator] The eternal triangle.

They meet.

- Hello.

- [Narrator] They touch.

They love.

They suffer.

Until the reckoning at the break of day.

(dramatic music)