Anzac Girls (2014–…): Season 1, Episode 4 - Love - full transcript

Oh, Jesus!

I'm Norval.

But everyone calls me Pat.

"A book of verses
underneath the bough,

"a jug of wine,
a loaf of bread and thou."

That's how I feel
about you, Alice.

Our boys are getting
slaughtered at Gallipoli

and the ones that pull through

get sent straight back
to be killed.

I feel like a chewed-up
piece of string most days.

My hair is revolting!



Major Prior, this is Alice,
or Sister Alice Ross King.

- Lovely to meet you, Major.
- And you too, Sister.

Syd's been declared
unfit for all service.

He's being sent away
for three months to recuperate.

- Sent where?
- Home.

Afraid I'm still
a little slow up top.

At home, you'll be with Syd,
able to give him proper care.

So...
whither next, ladies?

I imagine France.
It's something of a hot spot.

Are you going to marry me,
Harry Lowry Moffitt?

If you'll marry me,
Alice Ross King.

"My darling Harry,

"Well, after leaving Egypt
and crossing the Mediterranean,

"we were a week
hanging around Marseilles..."



- Olive!
- I'm mad with boredom!

♪ There is a land where
summer skies are gleaming... ♪

♪ Blending
in witching harmonies

♪ In harmonies... ♪

"We've been three long
days now travelling to Rouen.

"With so much time
spent on the sightings,

"most of the Aussie 1st Division
passed us on the way up.

"But though
I looked and looked,

"none of those hundreds of men
was the one of whom I dream.

"Oh, love of my heart,

"it seems impossible
to live away from you.

"I'm hoping and praying
you are already in France

"and that we will
see each other soon."

- Miss Hilda Steele.
- Thank you.

And, Pete,
your milliner's delight.

- If only! My hats are a fright.
- They've forgotten my grip.

- I'm sure it's here somewhere.
- Come on, blokes. Smoko's over!

Excuse me.
What battalion are you with?

- The 2nd.
- Oh. Um...

You were at Gallipoli?

Can you tell me if the 21st
have arrived in France?

Sister, they could be anywhere
from Salonika to Southampton,

and from what
I've seen of France,

they're better off
staying there.

Alice! Come on.

Come along, Sisters.

Move along. All together.
Yes, before it rains.

Form two lines. That's it.

Come on. That's right.

Queen Alexandra's
Imperials! Hello there.

Skirts.

That must be the CO.
'P's and 'Q's, girls.

Colonel de Crespigny.

The nursing staff of No. 1 AGH,
ready for duty.

And most welcome, Matron,
but I'm afraid

No. 1 isn't ready in return.

Here we go again.

I'd hoped
to be opening tomorrow,

especially with the army
increasing action at the front,

but the site we've been
allotted by High Command is...

It requires some amendments.

My nurses
will be on hand

to stock and open the wards
as they become ready.

And that's what
I'd planned for you too,

but High Command have decided
that until we're open,

you're to be deployed
at British No. 11.

- In their wisdom.
- Yes, sir.

My adjutant will show you
to your living quarters.

So we're not working
at our own hospital?

It seems
we're to help the British.

Working with
the Queen Alexandra's!

Hey! We've gotta unpack.

Are you listening?
Left, left!

Got cotton wool in your ears?
The other left! Left a bit!

Excuse me.
Has any post arrived?

Wait for the bugle call
like everyone else.

Do you know when... It's just...
I'm expecting a letter.

Wait for the bugle call
like everyone else!

Right. Come...
Come back here.

Three colonials on my ward.

What have I done
to deserve this?

Are they staff nurses or VADs?

Sisters Ross King, Haynes and
Steele are all fully qualified.

They can do dressings,
splits, foments?

As I said,
they're fully qualified.

Well, we're expecting
a convoy of convalescents

from the casualty
clearing station.

Have the beds
made up and ready.

- Yes, Sister Bullus.
- WARD Sister Bullus.

Why are we yet again

the last unit to receive
our own facilities?

Honestly, trekking all the way

to the MOs latrine
in this weather...

Do you think that's
one of ours...or theirs?

One of the orderlies told me

there were zeppelins about
the other night

and our anti-aircraft
were firing on 'em.

There's a man by our hut.

Harry!

Harry!

Oh! Major Prior. I...

- Hello.
- G'day, Alice.

I thought I'd see
how you're settling in.

- Sisters.
- Have you been in camp long?

Oh, we butchers and bakers
are practically first in.

Soldiers are just digestive
tracts on legs, after all.

Have you...had mail?

Mail from a certain lieutenant
of the 21st?

I haven't heard from Harry
since before we sailed.

I was hoping
he'd be in France, but...

Well, if the way
he spoke of you to me

is anything to go by,
he's raring to get here.

Ladies.

♪..a land where summer skies

♪ Are gleaming
with a thousand dyes

♪ Blending
in witching harmonies

♪ In harmonies

♪ Grassy knoll
and forest height

♪ Are flushing
in the rosy light

♪ And all above, in azure light

♪ Australia, Australia!

♪ Australia!

♪ There is a land
where honey flows

♪ Where laughing corn
luxurious grows

♪ Land of the myrtle and... ♪

Dooley?

Sister Haynes!

You remember me.

Of course I do.

You're looking...

..very hale.

Um... What have you
been doing since Lemnos?

Well, uh,
I was at Tel-el-Kebir,

then I moved on to France,

and I arrived here
a few days ago.

Been uprooting
the entire place ever since.

This is to be our nurses dugout,
I suppose,

to protect us
from the zeppelins.

Uhh...

No, these are to be your, um...

..WCs.

Oh, even better!
We're short on facilities.

And I know after Lemnos

how much one appreciates
a strategically placed latrine.

I'll leave you to it.

Sure.

- Dooley.
- Yeah?

- That song...
- 'Song of Australia'?

Do you know it?

Cheerio.

Carry on, then.

Mechanics.

Butchers and bakers.

NCOs.

- Nurses.
- Yes, please. I'll take it.

Officers.

Quartermasters.

- This can't be all.
- All that came.

Could you have dropped one,
missed it behind the desk...

That's all that came.

I don't understand it.
Harry must be in France by now.

- It needs more linseed.
- It's been weeks.

He most evidently
can't be bothered writing.

The water.

Surely he wouldn't neglect me
if he really cared.

Not that much!

Olive, I do know how to make
linseed poultice.

Well, you're making
a mess of this one.

Concentrate
on the matter at hand.

Who is responsible for this?

You? Or was it another useless
VAD who washed these bowls?

I don't think so,
Ward Sister Bullus.

- I did them.
- You?

But washing's not
the job of a sister.

It isn't? In Australia, both
staff nurses and sisters do it.

I don't know
how you do things in Australia,

but I'd sack my pantry maid

if she left crockery
in this state.

Yes, Ward Sister Bullus.

Honestly - the way
we're being treated here,

you'd think
we were England's enemies

instead of belonging to her.

- Excuse me, Colonel.
- Matron Wilson.

I was wondering
how much longer

until No. 1
will be ready for us.

Drains are dug,
ward marquees are going up.

We'll be another week
fitting them out.

A week? Very well.

How are you finding working
with our Imperial cousins?

My nurses can work anywhere.

- You were on Lemnos?
- Mm-hm.

I've heard you achieved
miraculous things there

under very trying conditions.

Oh, any matron's only as good
as the nurses she leads.

Is...is your dressing
uncomfortable, Private McLeod?

I believe
I've got a bout of cianalas.

Is that Gaelic for 'fever'?

No, Sister.
It's Gaelic for 'homesickness'.

And where is your home?

A wee place called Pettycur.

Pettycur? What a lovely name.

Oh, look,
it's nothing special.

It's just bare hills and
the sea sparkling on the firth.

The firth? Is that the bay?

Aye. The beautiful
Firth of Forth.

I love watching the sun
on the water as well.

It's like...like little
bits of jewels.

It's 3pm - teatime.

Yes. Um, Private McLeod was just
telling me about his home town.

It's 3pm! Teatime!

Oh, yes, good.

The tea's almost ready,
Ward Sister Bullus.

Is this
your idea of a joke?

I...I beg your pardon?

The handles!

Oh, I'll do it myself.

Slapdash.

No sense of order.

You call yourself
a military nurse!

What if the CNO came in?

What if he saw the slovenly way
you present things?

Um...I'm very sorry.

You colonials lack any sense
of what's right and proper.

You're slatterns,
the lot of you,

lowering the standards
of our profession!

That's quite enough!

Sister Steele,
you need some fresh air.

Please take a few minutes.

Go back to work, Sister Haynes.

I'll help Ward Sister Bullus
with the teas.

I shouldn't have
raised my voice to her,

but, frankly, ever since
your nurses got here,

this ward has been
in a complete state.

I'm sorry to hear that. Has the
rate of mortality increased?

Well, no.

The morbidity?
Patients failing to thrive?

Order, Miss Wilson.

A hospital needs order,
particularly a military one.

Bed out of line.

Covers misaligned.
Pillows the wrong way.

And they spend far too much
time fraternising with the men.

My nurses are absolutely
committed to their patients.

Well, then, they should know
that a tidy, well-kept ward

is the mental rest
of those who are in it.

I quite agree.

But one wouldn't
want to lay more stress

on the orderliness
of one's ward

and on the care
of the patients within it.

Would one?

Oh, this is a lovely spot.

Miss Wilson,
I'll get back to work.

You can be spared
a little longer.

As of the end of shift, the CO
is recalling us to No. 1.

But...our orders...

He's decided it's important
that we're all together

and up and running
by next Tuesday.

Ohh!

That is such a relief.

I always...wanted to join
the Queen Alexandra's.

Hm.

When I was little,
I saw a picture of one

in a book in her uniform

and I thought,
"I want to be like that" -

calm and competent and useful.

Mmm.

I am so sorry for
letting you down, Miss Wilson.

"How little can be done
under the spirit of fear."

Do you know who said that?

Florence Nightingale herself.

We and the Queen Alexandra's
have rather

different approaches
to getting things done.

That's all.

And remember, Sister Steele,
to do your duty,

you've left your home
halfway around the world.

It's a lot further than
just across the Channel.

Oh...

Return when you're ready.

Thank you.

Miss Wilson! Why next Tuesday?

♪ There is a land
where summer skies

♪ Are gleaming
with a thousand dyes

♪ Blending in
witching harmonies, in harm... ♪

Need a hand there?

Welcome back, Sister Haynes.

Thank you, Dooley.

Can't get the tune
out of your head, eh?

You know that was penned
by your compatriot?

Well, it is called
'The Song of Australia'.

Well... No.

I mean, the author,
she was from Adelaide.

- Was she, now?
- Yeah.

If only I could hold a tune,
we might almost be related.

Well...

You missed a bit.

I don't care if I have to clean
every bedpan No. 1 possesses.

To be at our hospital
amongst our own boys...

Chin up, Sister Steele.

You never have to face
the Bullus again.

Oh, no, it's not that.

It's just...

Next Tuesday is April 25-

a year since
the Gallipoli landing.

A year? Already?

Miss Wilson was saying that CO

was organising a service
for those of us...

..who feel would like one.

A lot of the patients
will want to be there.

A lot of them
WERE there.

And now they're here.

As are we.

We should organise something
ourselves...for the boys.

The shopkeeper must have thought
I was a chain-smoker.

We should be able to make
dozens of gifts up.

Two or three each.

Took the liberty
of collecting these for you.

Oh, mail! Thank you, Mr Dooley.

Sister McNaughton.

- Sister Peters.
- Thanks.

Sister Haynes.

And Sister Ross King.

None from Harry?

Mother and maiden aunts.

What has the prodigal daughter
been sent this time?

Gumleaves?

From my father,
the old muffin!

Oh, it smells like home.

You know, we should put one
with each gift

and write 'Anzac 1916'
on each of them -

make it a real commemoration.

- What a marvellous idea!
- Yes, let's.

No.

Well, not 'no' no.

But the Australian
New Zealand Army Corps?

If we're to have gumleaves,
we should have something...

Well, something New Zealandish
too, shouldn't we?

- Do you see?
- Yes.

Well, aren't you the emphatic
one these days, Sister Steele?

What's a New Zealandish
floral emblem?

Uh, a silver fern.

Ferns grow hereabouts,
and we could paint some silver.

Oh, I have watercolours,

but no silver among them.

Oh.

Never mind.
The gumleaves will do.

Excuse me.

I...I...I might
be able to help.

Isn't that Dooley a champ?

Fancy him
helping us out like that.

He wasn't really
helping US out.

What do you mean?

Olive, he got
this paint for you!

He's sweet on you,
you simpleton.

Don't be silly!
Of course he isn't.

He's always bumping into you,
doing you little favours.

That is a coincidence.

He watches you
with very lovelorn eyes.

For goodness sake, Alice,
there is a war on!

Not everyone has
love on the brain.

Have it your way.

Have you permission
to be cutting those?

I asked the quartermaster

and...he told me
it would be alright.

Hmph.

Hmm. Nice work, Sister.

Though a little early
for Christmas.

It's, um, for Anzac Day.

Anzac Day? Never heard of it.

Uh, no. Well...

Today, it's a year
since the start of the campaign

at the Dardanelles.

Did something special
happen there?

Well...

Yes.

It did.

Excuse me.

Many of
you were there, at Gallipoli,

just 12 short months ago,

and those of you who weren't,

doubtless you know someone who
faced those terrible cliffs.

For many, to have actually
been at Gallipoli that day,

carrying out the landing,

facing the Turkish guns,

was an easier thing than it is

to be here
in commemoration of it,

for it is a painful thing

to remember
those brave men of Anzac

we have lost forever.

While words are a poor response
to the sacrifices of war...

Oh, yeah.

..I was struck by this poem.

"They went with songs
to the battle.

"They were young,

"straight of limb, true of eye,

"steady and aglow.

"They were staunch to the end
against odds uncounted.

"They fell
with their faces to the foe.

"They shall grow not old,
as we that are left grow old.

"Age shall not weary them,
nor the years condemn.

"At the going down of the sun
and in the morning,

"we will remember them."

We will remember them.

Ten-hut!

Have you
had your dose today?

That was very decent of you
the other day.

- Pardon?
- The Anzac gifts.

All the other blokes,
they're still talking about it.

Oh, it was nothing.
Was it, girls?

I doubt 10 people in 1,000
would have done what you did...

..kindness and...

..compassion and, uh...

..ki-kindness.

We need more saline.

I, uh...

That is, my mates and I,

we've done something
in return for you.

When you get a moment.

It's not a shower!

You grab a bucket, fetch some
warm water from the copper...

..put the bucket
up on the hook.

Tug or two on this should
give you a reasonable swoosh.

And here...some hooks
for your things.

Oh, it's wonderful!
Thank you, Mr Dooley.

Yes, thank you so much.

Hope you approve too,
Sister Haynes.

I remember on Lemnos you said

you didn't have
proper bathing facilities,

you had to
cut your hair short.

Well...

Now you can be
a regular Rapunzel.

I don't have time
for long hair anymore.

I've long since learned
to make do with a bucket.

But I'm sure
many of the other girls

will avail themselves
of your efforts.

Hadn't we better
be getting back?

- Thank you, Mr Dooley.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

Everyone's talking
of an offensive east of here,

some place called
the Somme Valley.

The boys are saying
we're making a big decisive push

and should break through
in a few days.

Yes, well,
let's hope that's finally true.

Mmm.

Dooley's not here. I haven't
seen him for a couple of days.

You're giving me a disapproving
glower too, are you?

No, not disapproving, but...

..you were rather hard
on the poor old chap.

- I don't know what you mean.
- Oh, for...

You do now concede
that Dooley likes you?

Well...

..possibly, but...

And you like him too?
Of course you do!

Whatever my feelings, this isn't
the time for that sort of thing.

Somehow I don't think
we're going to beat the Germans

any faster if you don't
fall in love with Mr Dooley.

Whatever my feelings, Alice,
there is no point.

I could be shipped
back to Egypt or England.

And Dooley, the army could send
him to India, Greece, anywhere.

- And then where would we be?
- This is love, Olive.

Love? You haven't
seen Harry for weeks.

You don't even know
if he's alive.

That's not love.
That's misery.

Oh, Christ!

The wounded
are from British

as well as
Australian divisions.

Many have been lying
in no-man's-land for days.

Expect gunshot wounds,
shrapnel, tetanus and gangrene.

Clean and prep for surgery
as you go

and the doctors
will be round as they can.

Major Springer?

Can you keep
a lookout for Harry?

Of course we will.

My feet,
they'll be alright, won't they?

Doctor will be here
in a moment.

Alright if I take your
dressings down, have a look?

Now, that sounds like
an American accent.

What were you doing
in the British Army?

I, uh...I jumped a ship,

came to London and joined it.

A stowaway? How romantic.

- You're an Aussie?
- I am indeed.

You weren't fighting alongside

any Australian battalions,
were you?

Yeah, the, uh, 45th.

Oh, shoot!

You can fix them,
can't you, Sister?

- What have we got?
- He stepped on a landmine.

Both legs have massive wounds.

Gangrene's having a field day
with the right one.

Prep him - this one
below the knee, this one above.

Is he gonna operate?

- Private Winterhalder...
- Chuck.

Chuck.

The injuries to your legs
are very serious.

Um, so serious,
Major Springer's decided

that the only option
is amputation.

The left will be amputated
below the knee,

but the right
has become gangrenous,

so the amputation
will need to be higher.

But this surgery is
the very best option for you.

It'll stop
the spread of infection

and give you a good chance
of recovery.

Chuck?

Do you understand
what I've told you?

Great. Thank you.

None of these are from
Harry's battalion.

I checked.
The 21st wasn't involved.

What have the Red Cross
sent this time?

Eggs from English girls.

"Dear brave tommy,
whomever you may be.

"Please enjoy this egg
and write back.

"Miss Mabel Bennett,
Guildford, Surrey."

"To a gallant soldier from
a grateful Miss Ruby Stonehaven,

"Ellingham, Hampshire."

The war's clearly good
for egg romances at least.

Another gas gangrene?

Major Springer thinks
he's got all the infection,

but the poor boy's very weak.

Give him Miss Ruby Stonehaven.

Shh, shh, shh.

What on earth?
Where did he come from?

Oh. I found him.
Or...or he found me.

Huh. After they took off my...

After they were done,
I was just lying here

and he jumped up.

Oh. Little tiger, ain't he?

You like cats?

I, uh...I used to bring home
so many strays,

Mom took to calling me Tom.

She must miss you.

Mom and Dad divorced
a few years back.

Ain't taken too much
of an interest in me since.

I'm sure that's not true.

I ain't had any letters
since I left.

That kinda
says it all, don't it?

Perhaps she has written,
but it's got lost in the post.

It doesn't mean
she doesn't care about you.

Do you reckon I can
keep him on my bed?

Sister Ross King?

Late mail came in
from Boulogne.

When I saw this, I thought
I'd save you the trouble

of turning up again
at bugle call,

giving me grief
with them big sad eyes.

Oh!

"My dearest heart,

"I hope all is well
in faraway Rouen.

"As for me, well,
some things change.

"I have been transferred
to the 53rd Battalion

"and been made adjutant.

"We are still in Egypt.
It's very lovely in Ismailia.

"Sunsets - yes, more sunsets -
of orange and gold,

"the scent of cloves and spice

"to keep fresh my memories
of our time together..."

Harry's safe!
He's with a different battalion.

He's still in Egypt,
but he's safe.

- That is wonderful news!
- Ohh!

"We are, however,
to sail for France any day,

"where I hope soon
to get leave

"and see my one and only
Alice in Wonderland."

Oh, he'll be here in France...
very soon.

"I love you
as ever and always.

"You have all my heart.
Harry."

Oh, everything's alright.

Oh.

Come in, Sister Haynes.

I...

I've noticed
that a certain orderly

hasn't been about recently,

and I was just hoping
he wasn't unwell.

Which orderly?

Dooley.

Mr Dooley?
Uh, no, no, he's not unwell.

- Oh, that's good!
- He's gone.

- Gone?
- To England.

He was selected
for officer training.

I... Um, will he
be coming back?

Yes, but not to No. 1,
of course.

As an officer, he'll go
wherever the army decides -

with this current big push,
probably the Somme.

Had you and he become
personal friends?

No. I would have liked
to say goodbye.

Well, we're none of us
masters of our own fates

at the moment, I'm afraid.

These last few days
have been very challenging.

We've had hundreds
of patients admitted.

But, as you have done
since we left Australia,

you have made me proud
to be a nurse

and even prouder
to be your matron...

..which is why
this is so very hard to say.

I am leaving No. 1 AGH.

The AIF matron-in-chief
is taking furlough to Australia

and I am to be
her replacement in London.

We nurses started this war
with battles on two sides -

the enemy, of course,
and the army.

The army's not
always understood us,

and we have
not always understood

the army very well either.

Things have improved a little,

but we're still something
of a disconnected body.

I'm hoping in my new position

to do my part
to bridge that disconnection,

to help the army
better understand

how we work and what we need

so we can better do
what we're here for -

care for our sick
and wounded men.

- Miss Wilson!
- Sisters.

We've, um,
come to drink your health.

Oh!

That's very kind, but...

The army waits for no man,

and certainly no woman.

- Colonel, it has been an honour.
- Matron Wilson, thank you.

- Oh, sorry.
- Sister Steele.

- Thank you, Miss Wilson.
- Thank you.

- Oh, Sister Ross King.
- Goodbye, Miss Wilson.

You've made me very proud.
Keep up the good work.

- Goodbye!
- Goodbye, Miss Wilson!

- Goodbye!
- Good luck, Matron!

Goodbye, Miss Wilson!

Well, we can still
drink to her health,

as it's our day off.

- I want to write to Harry.
- You wrote to him yesterday.

You're hopeless!
What about you?

I'm afraid I can't, Olive.
I have a mountain of mending.

Not a stocking
fit to be seen in.

Kit and I are going
to the engineers concert.

- Jessie?
- I'm on night duty.

I have to sleep.

You lot of wet blankets!

This is Miss Wilson
we're talking about!

To Miss Grace Wilson,

the very best matron
this side of the front line.

This side of the equator.

To Alice's Lieutenant Moffitt.

Go it, Harry.

To Mr Dooley.

You go and become
an officer, Mr Dooley.

Good on you.

Oh, oh...

Oh!

- Olive?
- Ohh...

- Olive!
- Please don't shout.

It's from Harry.
I got a telegram from Harry.

He's in France,
heading to the front,

and he's going
to pass through Rouen.

- Well, that's marvellous.
- Isn't it?

And that's not the best part.

Dear Major Prior
did all in his power

to find out when
the 53rd's train is due.

And...?

It's today, Olive!
I'm going to see Harry today.

Sorry.

Hello.

So long, Rouen,
and goodbye!

- Hello, Australia!
- Oh, hello!

You're a long way
from home too, eh?

- Yes, indeed. Are you the 53rd?
- No, the 9th.

But every man and his dog
are coming north these days.

Oh, thank you, and good luck!

Good luck to you too,
sweetheart.

Troop movements
must have shifted.

Or the 53rd were never coming
through here to begin with.

Five minutes would have done.

Just a glimpse.

Next time.

Kitty? Kitty?

Jessie, the boy in bed six?

The American?

He died just after
I came on shift.

Sepsis.

There was a kitten on his bed.

I tried to catch it,
but it ran away.

Someone should write
to his mother.

"To Mrs M. Winterhalder,

"New York City.

"Dear Mrs Winterhalder,

"By now, you will have received
official notification

"of the passing of your son,
Private Chuck Winterhalder.

"I nursed Private Winterhalder
at No. 1..."

"Dear Mrs Lindsay,

"Your son,
Sapper James Lindsay,

"spent his last days
at No. 1 AGH,

"where it was my privilege
to care for him

"and enjoy his special company
and bright smile.

"He particularly asked me

"to send you
this lock of his hair,

"which I enclose here
with my deep condolences.

"Yours sincerely..."

"..imagine how very hard
his passing will be for you.

"He was most anxious that his

"love for you
to be passed on..."

"..though very frail,

"Corporal Jones still
managed to enjoy his porridge,

"though he confided to me

"it wasn't nearly
as good as yours..."

"..passed away
from wounds received in battle

"but never once complained."

"..Sergeant Abrahams
was always ready with a smile

"for those around him."

"It is with deep regret

"that I write
these few lines to you.

"I only met your brother
when he came..."

"..expressed
a particular fondness

"for the birds he could see
from the trenches.

"Suffering a severe
shell wound to the chest..."

"..known and loved
by all the boys,

"was buried this afternoon
in a military cemetery,

"a happy soul

"whom it was my pleasure
and privilege to nurse."

Olive. There's an officer
asking for you.

If it's Major Springer

with more complaints
about blunt surgical scissors,

tell him I have syphilis.

So how did you find
officers training?

Well,
I learnt to be shouted at

by men with many more
shoulder pips than I.

I'm very clearly
officer material.

Well, we've certainly
missed you around here.

- Have you?
- Oh, yes.

Been in a frightful tear,
convoys coming in at all hours.

We've needed
every orderly we can get.

But I'm so glad
that you've popped back.

I have
to thank you for the...

..for the shower stall.

After my lack of enthusiasm,

I have become
somewhat of a shower hog.

So...

..thank you, Mr...

Lieutenant Dooley.

I wish you'd call me Pat.

Sister Haynes...

Olive.

I have thought
of nothing but you

even since I first saw you
on Lemnos.

And at risk
of being laughed at...

..I believe I am altogether

hopelessly in love with you.

And I was wondering...

..hoping...

..that you might
feel something...for me.

I realise I'm being abrupt,
but there's so little time,

and, given the circumstances,
time is of the essence.

You just have to...
be straight with things.

I'm sorry.

It's not...

It's...it's...

♪ There is a land
where summer skies

♪ Are gleaming
with a thousand dyes

♪ Blending
in witching harmonies

♪ In harm... ♪

Olive!

For God's sake!
Where are you going?

You're not going out
dressed like that, are you?

What's she doing?

Sorry!

- Sorry!
- Sister Haynes!

Dooley!

I mean Lieutenant.

I didn't expect to see you.

Yes - you see,
I'm going to volunteer

for the casualty
clearing station.

There's one quite near...
quite near Trois Arbre.

- I see.
- Do you, though?

You're right.

Sometimes one has to...

..put their fears aside
and seize the moment.

Carpe diem and all that.

Do you really
take my meaning?

I, uh...

I have to go.

Pat!

Steady, mate!

So that's what you mean.

The number of goes you've
had at me for chasing men

and here you are chasing one
practically to the front line?

I can't bear
to be without him!

I hope you don't have any of
my words written down someplace,

because I believe
I owe it to you

to eat quite a lot of them.

They're probably more
nourishing than bully beef.

Hello there, Corporal.

You lie still while
I take your dressings down.

It's alright.
You're quite safe.

- ARGGH!
- Alice!

- Get away from me! Get away!
- Are you alright?

- Hold him!
- Get a...get away!

- Get away from me! Get away!
- Hold still.

Hold still.

Strawberry?

So we're very bucked
and ready for the CCS.

Hello there, Major!

We've had the loveliest picnic.

I wish you could have
joined us.

Would you like a strawberry?

Something wrong?

I, uh...

There was a battle last week

at a place called Fromelles.

The 53rd Battalion

were sent up for it...

..and...

..were heavily involved.

Harry?

Lieutenant Moffitt, uh...

Harry...

Harry was killed.

I'm so sorry, Alice.
I'm so, so sorry.

Alice...

You're off to Trois Arbre?

How is she?

The post came.

Oh, no.

Can you?

- Take care.
- You too.

- And of...Alice.
- Mmm.

Goodbye, Alice.

Alice?

Alice,
something's come for you.

A letter.

"Dearest heart of mine,

"We are right
in the thick of it all again.

"This afternoon,
we had a severe bombardment,

"but as you can see,
I am quite fit.

"All is over now,
and I'll have to get away,

"as I have lots to do.

"If only I could have
one little kiss and one hug,

"how happy I would be."

"Ruins are on every hand

"and the magnificent growth
of poppies and cornflowers

"make a wonderful contrast

"to the surrounding scene
of desolation.

"The trenches
are a great improvement

"to those at Gallipoli,

"but the work, darling,
is long.

"I seem to be going
day and night.

"I get down for a moment
then I am called up.

"I love you long and dearly,
love of mine,

"so think longingly of me

"and dream that I am
as you know I am

"in your waking moments -

"ever your sweetheart, Harry."

"I haven't heard
from his battalion,

"but each day, I pray
that this terrible news

"will be contradicted."

If the Germans found him
and he was dead,

then why isn't his name
on the list?

You're here!
What are you doing here?

Oh, Patski! I can't.

Sister, you'll have to
finish the anaesthetic.

- What if I give him too much?
- A few drops at a time.

- One.
- One.

They announced an anaesthetist
training program for nurses.

It might put a few noses out,
but it's a good initiative.

- That's the gas.
- Help me!

- Jesus.
- Stay here!

If they're moving, talking,
fix them up.

They're needed
back on the front.

But if they're dying?

Our orders are to concentrate
on the ones that aren't.