[water gurgles]
[eerie music plays]
[faint vocalizing]
[eerie music continues]
[muffled] Archie!
[tense music rises]
[thunder rumbling]
[rain pattering]
Hands up who wants to know what happened to me arm.
Okay, okay! Put 'em down.
Just bloody showing off!
No, I left it up in Turkey back in '15.
I was running back to the dug-out
with Percy Sullivan on me back
when a shell popped right next to us.
I lost my arm at the elbow,
Percy lost his head at the neck.
Pretty soon, you boys will be sailing into war.
And in that place, there is no king,
no country,
and there's no fucking honor.
There is only you.
And your mates.
Now, you have
four hours to get back to camp.
And if a single one of you is even one minute late,
you will do it again and again until you get it right!
Now, fall out
and get running.
What the hell are you simple pricks waiting for?
Pick up ya feet and run, you bastards! Run!
- [corporal] Come on! Run! - [soldiers yell indistinctly]
[soldier 1] Get up, mate! Get up!
- [soldier 1] Come on! - [yelling continues]
- [soldier 1] Come on! - [soldier 2] Come on, boys!
Come on!
Come on. Get up there! Get up!
[indistinct yelling]
Come on, lads!
Move, you bastards! Come on!
Come on!
[grunts]
[gasping]
[soldier 3] Mate, give us a hand.
[groans]
Fucking prick!
[grunts]
[soldier in distance] Come on, boys! Let's go!
- Come on! Move it! - Come on, move it!
[grunting]
[yells]
Hey! Hey! Hey!
Help!
[tense music builds]
[straining]
[tense music continues]
[coughs and splutters]
Here. Here.
You're all right, you're all right.
Just breathe. Sit up.
- You all right? - [soldier 4] Oi!
Youse two get the fuck up and get moving!
We're coming!
Well, fucking double-time it, darkie!
Right, listen.
I'm gonna hump your pack for you, all right?
Okay. Here we go.
I need you to stand up, I need you to run.
You all right?
Thanks. I'm Will.
Leo. Move.
[men grunt and gasp]
Come on, fuck youse!
- Keep running! - [overlapping yelling]
[boisterous yelling, cheering]
Ten, nine, eight,
seven, six, five,
four, three, two, one!
Righto, you two.
Head to the mess tent, get some oranges into you.
Take a load off.
The rest of you...
back on your feet.
You still got work to do.
How is it them two get out of it, eh?
Stand to attention!
Do you think anyone here gives a monkey's ass crack
what you think, shit for brains?
That soldier...
He helped his mate, didn't he?
On the battlefield,
all you've got are your mates.
Now, he knows that.
So why don't you?
Move! Now!
Move! Move, you bastards!
[soldiers] Move!
[corporal] Down, up. Down, up,
down, up, down, up, down...
Up... All in time!
Down, up, down.
On guard, thrust!
- [jaunty military music plays] - [soldiers grunt]
Lads, here we have our spike trap.
Here is our tripwire.
Here we go.
[soldiers exclaim]
[men whoop]
Today's lesson is explosives.
I have a bag full of them right here.
When I pull this cord, you will see an explosion.
Fire in the hole!
[explosion]
[corporal] Ready!
Aim!
Fire! Reload!
[explosion]
- [whistle blows] - [soldiers shouting]
[indistinct shouting]
- [soldier] Hey, Bennet! - [Leo groans]
[all whistling "Waltzing Matilda"]
[thunder rumbling]
[thunder rumbling, rain pattering]
[mosquito buzzes]
[Will] You ever killed anyone?
[Leo] Killed a goanna once. Does that count?
You scared?
No.
Yeah.
It's all right to be afraid.
Fear can keep you alive.
Or it can get you killed.
It's up to you to know the difference.
[rain pattering heavily]
- [shouts] - [grunts]
[sighs]
Pull the bag up, you coconut!
[Leo exhales deeply] Here we go.
[Archie] I wanna go down.
[Leo] Archie, come on.
This is deep water now.
And there's very old things out here.
Very old and very dangerous.
You don't dive till you're ready.
[corporal] Put your hand up
if you've ever snuck up behind a man in the dark
and killed him with a six-inch blade.
Put your hand down, Dupinski, you bloody idiot!
[chuckles]
Thompson, get over here.
Stand there. Facing away.
Okay.
So, I approach thusly,
I pull my knife,
I grab numbnuts here like this.
And I stab the bastard right... here.
Through the side of the throat near the Adam's apple.
Severs the carotid.
- Kills him instantly. - [grunts, thuds]
Now, you sorry buggers have a crack, eh?
[mock yelling and screaming]
I said silently!
You bloody idiots! Run it again!
Come on, mate.
Don't be shy.
Kelly, what the bloody hell are you doin'?
Sorry, Sarge. Arm slipped.
[groaning]
[whimpers]
Sorry, Sarge. Boot slipped.
[grunts furiously]
[all shout and cheer]
Get the dopey lad!
Kick me in the balls, will you?
Hey! You drop that weapon right now, soldier!
- Get him! - Go on! Get him!
- [yelling, cheering stops] - What the fuck? Where'd he go?
Can't find him, Sarge!
You locate that man on the double,
or you're in some deep shit, son.
Here, darkie, darkie, darkie...
Here, darkie, darkie, darkie.
Maybe a croc took him or something?
[indistinct murmurs]
[laughs]
[exclaims]
[cheering]
Permission to visit the medical tent, Sarge?
[soldiers] Ooh!
Hey, can I visit the medical tent too, Sarge?
- Nah... - [soldiers arguing]
[slow swing music plays]
Don't move your head, Private.
It's Leo.
If I don't move my head, then I can't look at you.
You don't need to look at me, Private.
You need to keep still.
[Leo] What do they call you back at home?
They call me Lieutenant Connell.
Now, please don't move.
Her name's Hazel.
Hazel?
- That's a beautiful name. - M'lady.
Almost as beautiful as you are.
You're a shocker.
[screaming]
Have a go at this bloody dingbat.
[screams]
- Stan! - Huh?
I think he's dead, mate.
[Stan] Now he's dead.
- Yes! - Oh, you prick!
[laughs hysterically]
- Oh, shit. - Piss off, you mongrel dog.
Hey, Bennet!
- You want in on the next hand? - [Des] Don't be stupid.
This, fellas...
is a gentlemen's game.
Be like trying to teach a bush turkey how to drive a tractor.
His money's as good as ours, Des.
Actually, it isn't.
My pay packet's only a third of what you whitefellas get.
So, if you're happy to deal me in on a two-thirds handicap...
It's never gonna happen, sambo.
So, you reckon you're worth more than me, do you, Des?
Damn right, I do.
Knocked you on your ass today, though, didn't I?
[soldiers chuckle]
[clicks tongue]
[Des sighs]
Fuck!
Leave it!
- Leave it, mate! - Come on.
[indistinct dialogue]
[Des] Get the fuck off me.
[birds squawk, creatures chirp]
[grunts softly]
[Will whispers] Leo. Leo!
- What the hell are you doing? - Shh.
Don't...
[Leo] Come on.
[grunts softly]
[swing music plays in distance]
Hey.
Come on.
[women chuckling]
Hazel.
- [indistinct chatter] - [Hazel chuckles]
Will.
Well? Are you just gonna stand in the bushes all night?
[soft music plays]
[indistinct whispering]
So, what's your name?
Guess.
Mildred.
No.
- Agnes. - No.
- Beryl. - Nope.
- Blanche. - God, no.
- Bruce. - [laughs]
No!
- Charlotte. - Yeah.
No.
You're a hard girl to get to know.
Susie.
It's Susie.
You boys be careful out there, okay?
[wind howls]
[foghorn blares]
[soldier] All right, lads, come on.
Let's go. Let's play.
- Rightio. - [clears throat]
Oi, pick 'em up before you put 'em down.
Here we go. No, we don't.
[gasps]
[quiet chatter continues]
Bad dreams?
[foghorn blares]
[Bobby whispers a prayer]
[Des] The fuck are you praying for, sunshine?
Not even halfway there yet.
Oh, you never know, mate.
[siren blares]
- What the hell's that? - It's a bloody air raid siren.
[distant gunfire]
[continuous gunfire]
There go the 20 mils.
Don't worry, boys.
Knock them bastards out of the sky in no time, eh?
- [explosion booms] - [soldiers groan and grunt]
[water gurgling]
[explosions and machine gunfire]
[panting]
Help!
Somebody help us!
[torpedo whistles]
[machine gunfire]
[airplanes roaring overhead]
[muffled grunting]
[gasping]
[grunts]
[gunfire continues]
[grunts]
Will!
Will, wake up. Will!
[airplane engine roars]
[distant machine gunfire continues]
[tense music builds]
[distant explosion]
[music rises]
[gasping]
[indistinct shouting]
[indistinct shouting continues]
[machine gunfire continues]
That's it! Yes! Yes!
- That's it, Will! - [Will coughs]
Just breathe. Just breathe. You're all right, mate.
Hey. Hey. Hey. Hey, hey.
- Just breathe. You're all right. - [coughs]
Just breathe. Just breathe.
[shouting in distance]
[explosions in distance]
[screaming in distance]
There goes our ride home.
Hey! No. Hey, listen! Stay with me, Will.
Listen. Hey, stay with me.
I'm gonna jump back in
and start pushing stuff towards you.
You need to tie it all down using this rope.
Cut the lengths to size using this.
Hey! Do you understand?
I need your help.
Okay.
[groaning, screaming in distance]
[groaning, screaming continues]
[machine gunfire]
You fucking dogs!
[man screams]
[gasping]
- [man screams] - Hey! Hey!
Over here! Swim to me!
[splashing subsides]
[splashing]
[tense music builds]
[music fades]
[water bubbling]
Leo?
[creaking]
[gasps]
[coughs, splutters]
Tommo?
[gasping]
[tense music plays]
What are youse two staring at?
- Is that his brains? - What?
No, just bits of skin, I think.
Skull could be cracked, though.
Right, well, I'm going for a walk.
No. You're not going anywhere.
You're gonna stay right here, okay?
- Where's the boat? - She's sunk, Tommo.
There's no boat, mate. Here.
[groans] Ow.
Ow! Ow, ow, ow.
[water lapping, debris creaking]
- [distant rasping shriek] - Jesus Christ!
Leo?
What is that sound?
[distant rasping shriek]
That sounds like a wolf.
It's not a bloody wolf, Tommo. Shut up, will you?
- [shrieking intensifies] - It's getting closer.
It's getting closer!
[shrieking continues]
[imitates the sound]
[Des] Who goes there?
It's Thompson, O'Conner, and Bennet!
What's that god-awful noise?
[Des] Bobby's bloody broken air raid siren!
Can you fellas just keep making noise
so we can find you?
[howls]
How's that?
- [Des] That'll do it. - [Tommo howls]
[Des] Shut that bloody yowling up, will ya?
Tommo. That's enough.
- [Des] Who is that? Tommo? - [groans]
What's up with him?
Head wound. It's pretty bad.
What happened to your float?
Fucking Japs.
Zeroes machine-gunned the shit out of us.
Stan took one in the face. Bobby's gutshot.
Oi. You fellas got any medical supplies?
All we've got is bandages.
You got any morphine?
Sorry, boys. No morphine.
Got any smokes?
No.
It's a pretty sweet-looking raft you got there, boys.
What do you say we jump on board?
Keep everyone together.
Come on up.
We can't be the only ones left.
Nearly 200 men got on that bloody ship.
We gotta find them.
- Hey! - [air siren wails]
- Hey! - [shushing]
What if there's still wounded fellas out there, eh?
Anybody still out there would have made it over to us by now.
Where's the boat?
[unsettling music builds]
[music fades]
[Teddy] Okay. So we've got one Sten gun,
three grenades, tin of peaches, a can of petrol,
a knife, a pair of rescue flares,
and no water.
[Will] Right.
So this is the Timor Sea.
This... is Timor.
This here's Darwin.
I reckon we're here.
How do you figure that, bookworm?
Well, a Corvette's cruising speed's 12 knots,
which converts to 13.8 miles per hour.
- We've been at sea-- - Yeah, okay, smart-ass.
How long before they pick us up?
- They gotta find us first. - 'Course they'll bloody find us.
We're in the middle of a fog bank.
You couldn't find us when we were ten yards away.
This shit'll clear up in a couple hours.
Clear up, will it? With what wind?
I'm not feeling any wind, Des.
Listen, sea fog like this can last for days.
Especially out here.
Why don't we just take the boat?
The boat is sunk, Thompson.
I told you, it's not an option.
[metal clangs]
[bell dings]
What the hell was that?
Fish, maybe?
[water lapping, debris creaking]
Current's an issue.
Every hour, we drift further away
from where they'll be looking.
Then again, we are drifting home,
so if we can just survive out here for a few extra days,
then, who knows?
[man, muffled] So you're sayin' all we have to do
is hang out on this thing until we end up back in Darwin?
They'll send rescue planes, but, eh?
Yeah, they'll send the rescue planes, for sure.
- But that's-- - Needle in a haystack.
- Even without this fog. - Right.
Those torpedoes hit pretty hard and fast.
They might not have had time to send out an SOS.
That's what I'm sayin'. If we can just find the boat--
The boat is sunk, you dickhead!
[Des] So, what are youse two bloody saying? Hmm?
That we should just give up?
- Is that what you're saying? - All we're saying is
that it might take them a little longer to find us, that's all.
How far is it to Bathurst Island, you reckon?
Hundred and eighty... 190 miles, maybe?
We got Buckley's chance of paddling that far.
What if we had a motorboat?
What if we had a bloody luxury cruiser,
O'Conner, you turnip?
Don't have a motorboat, do we?
There's one right over there.
That thing might get us home.
All right.
Who's up for a swim, then?
Well, it ain't gonna be me, is it?
[screams]
- [soldiers screaming] - [suspenseful music playing]
Oh, my God!
What the fuck was that?
Shark. Big one.
[whimpers]
Oh, Jesus!
[Des] Did he just...
Did he just get eaten by a shark?
[gasps]
- [Bobby screams] - Bobby!
[screaming continues]
Um...
Any ideas?
Anyone?
Oh! Hey! There he is!
Bobby! Bobby!
Swim! Swim! Bobby, swim! Come on!
[retches]
Well, this is fucked.
[wind howling]
You see how bloody big that thing was?
It's a goddamn monster, that is.
Never seen a shark like that before.
It's a great white.
Female.
[Teddy] How can you tell?
Size.
Twenty-footer, I reckon.
The males don't get that big.
[Des] Oh, you're joking.
So we're standing on a pile of shrapnel,
and you're telling me there's a pissed-off 20-foot fish
- down there? - [whispers] Shh.
Keep your voice down.
Sound travels fast through the water.
[water gurgles]
[Des, muffled] You saying there's a fish
down there listening to us?
[Leo, muffled] She's not just listening, Des.
She's hunting. She's waiting.
She's waiting for a reason to attack.
[normal voice] Sharks are attracted to two things,
blood and movement.
If we stay quiet and still and don't bleed too much,
she might leave us alone.
How do you know so much about 'em?
[Archie screaming]
Archie!
[tense music plays]
[screams]
Stan!
[muffled screams]
Stan, swim to me!
[whimpers repeatedly]
Help me! Please!
- Grab my hand! - I got you!
- Pull me up! Don't let go! - I got you!
[Stan screaming]
[Stan wailing]
Shoot it! Fucking shoot it!
Grenade! Grenade!
Throw the grenade!
[groaning]
[Stan screams repeatedly]
[indistinct dialogue]
The femoral artery's cut. We need to put pressure on it.
[Leo] Then do it! Jesus Christ, just do it!
Hold him down! Hold him the fuck down!
[Stan screams continuously]
- Will, what's next? - I'm not a bloody medic!
Okay, just make a decision and do something.
[Stan screams]
We have to tie it off. Give me your belt.
- Come on! - [grunting, screaming]
[indistinct dialogue]
[grunting]
Tommo! Tommo, get the fuck away!
[Stan whimpers]
Come on, you toothy bastard.
Show us your fin.
- Bandages, Teddy! - Okay.
[Leo] You're all right, mate. You're all right, mate.
Just focus on your breathing.
- Hold him! Hold him! - [Stan screams repeatedly]
[Teddy] Here you go! I'll hold that, I'll hold that.
[Tommo] You lost your leg!
Stopped the flow. He stopped the flow.
It's locked off. It's locked off. It's all right.
[Will] It okay, mate.
Your rugby career's probably fucked, but...
you're gonna live.
- Right, Teddy? - [Stan] I lost my leg!
I lost my leg!
We need to wrap him up in that canvas
and wash the blood off the raft.
Otherwise, it's gonna come straight back.
[Stan] I lost my leg! I lost my leg!
I lost my fucking leg!
[tense music builds]
[breathing heavily]
Maybe that grenade scared it off for good, eh?
Nah.
She'll be back.
[tense music rises]
The sea's glowing.
[Des] Get away from the edge, you dopey bastard.
[chuckling] Looks like the moon's down there!
[Des] Gonna get your head bitten off, you mug!
Bioluminescence.
Chemical reaction makes the water glow.
It's beautiful, eh?
[Stan spluttering weakly]
If he doesn't get help, he's gonna bleed out.
He may not last the night.
Without that boat, Stan's a dead man.
[Des] What are you up to?
I reckon I can get all the way to that motor
without even getting my feet wet.
You're mad, you bastard.
You'll get the chomp before you make it halfway.
Not if I'm quick.
[sighs]
[muffled splashing]
[tense music plays]
- He's gonna fucking die. - Shut up, Des.
[panting]
Come on.
[ominous music playing]
[screaming, shouting]
[Will] Shoot it! Shoot it! Shoot it!
Holy fuck! Fuck!
Shoot it, Des! Fucking shoot it!
[grunts]
[gunfire]
[gasps]
[Will] Leo!
Leo! What are you doing?
Jump!
Pull!
[grunting]
Pull!
[air raid siren shrieks]
Pull!
One, two, three.
[gasping repeatedly]
You lucky, lucky bastard.
Okay.
[motor sputters]
Fuel line's fucked. It's not gonna turn over.
[distant rasping screech]
She's back.
[screeching continues]
What is that?
Bobby's siren. It's lodged in her fin.
The fin? Eh?
You mean it's the bloody shark out there making that sound?
[screeching continues]
What's it doin'?
She's circling.
It's a hunting technique.
Hunting who?
Winston fucking Churchill. Who do you reckon, mate?
[Leo whispers] Quiet.
Don't make a sound.
[rumbles]
- [loud thud] - [soldiers shout and grunt]
[whispers] It's right bloody under us!
It's right bloody under us.
[gasping]
She's testing us.
Seeing if she can break it apart.
The fuck is she picking on us for, eh?
There's dozens of fucking dead bodies out there
for it to munch on.
[Leo] Maybe she likes fresh meat.
Put the lights out. Turn 'em off! Turn 'em off!
[screaming]
[Des] That's it! Give me the grenade!
Give me the fucking grenade!
- I'm gonna blow this fucker up! - Wait! Just wait!
What do you mean, wait?
It's gonna rip this thing apart, and then we are fucked.
There are two grenades left, we need to make them count.
[whispers] Stan!
[explosion]
[screams]
What the fuck was that?
Agh, Jesus!
You blew up Stan, you fucking idiot!
What? How did I do that?
The pin.
You pulled the pin, and you let the grenade go!
Eh? No. No, no, no--
You fucking did! I fucking saw you, you fucking--
Jesus! Look at this shit!
[Will] We have to get this cleaned up.
Yeah.
[coughs]
We just kick him off, then.
[splash]
Don't you kick him off, you dog!
Don't you call me a dog.
- You're the dog, you rock ape! - [Will] Hey!
- Don't you dare call him that! - Piss off, idiot.
That man rolled on a grenade for you.
He saved your fucking life!
What do you want me to do? Sing him a song?
[both grunting]
Fuck! Jesus! Fuck! Just stop it! Stop it! Stop it!
You've got guts on you.
[Will] Fuck! Fuck! Fuck!
Fellas...
I'm sure there's a way we can get rid of Stan's body
in a respectful fashion.
[tense music plays]
Hell of a way to wake up.
I got a feeling it's gonna be another long, bloody day.
[burps]
We should divvy up some of them peaches.
If we don't get something in our guts soon,
this heat's gonna kill us.
[rattling]
What the hell is this?
Which one of you dirty bastards
ate all the goddamn peaches?
[Tommo burps]
Tommy?
Did you eat all the peaches?
Yeah.
What do you mean? There's heaps of peaches.
There's cans everywhere.
Yeah?
Where's that, Tommy?
- On the boat! - Oh, you've killed us, mate.
You've bloody killed us.
[tense music plays]
Never thought I'd go out like this.
Thought I'd catch a bullet, for sure.
And there's the Sarge, and he's banging on about
your medals and your mates and your honor and...
here we are.
My old man was at Gallipoli.
There was no medal for him.
Did bring home a big bit of shrapnel
stuck in his brain, though.
And that crazy bastard, right?
He used to run around the house at night
screaming, thinking we were all Turks.
He tried to kill me mum and me sisters once.
So I learned how to fight.
What happened?
He hung himself, didn't he?
Best bloody day of my life.
And I sure as shit ain't going out like that.
Here I am.
Big Des Kelly, dying of thirst.
Do you fellas know you can drink your own urine?
Fair dinkum?
Yeah, that's what they reckon.
They say it'll give you a couple extra days, anyway.
No bloody way am I drinking my own piss.
Coupla extra days, they reckon?
Yeah.
That's what they reckon.
[Leo exhales deeply]
[Des] You're kidding me.
[sighs]
Bennet! You're not actually gonna drink your own dick spit,
are you?
Mind your business, Des.
[urine trickling]
Oh, strewth! He's doing it.
He's bloody doing it! He's bloody doing it!
[trickling continues]
You grotty bastard.
This grotty bastard's gonna live a couple of days
longer than you, mate.
[trickling subsides]
[Des] Ah!
Got some color to it, eh?
Like a... [sniffs]
Mmm, like a nice Irish whiskey.
Pungent.
Oh, bit of corkage, yeah? Bit yeasty?
Get it in ya, mate.
[Leo] Cheers, boys.
[rhythmic drum music plays]
[coughs, swallows]
- [Leo burps] - You minging dog.
[sighs]
That's better.
That is the filthiest thing
that I have ever seen a living man do, Bennet.
[gasps]
[sighs]
No way in hell I'm doing that.
So refreshing.
[urine trickling]
[rhythmic drum music plays]
[gags, coughs]
[laughs]
God help us all.
[thunder rumbles]
- [rain patters heavily] - [cackles hysterically]
- You've gotta be bloody kidding! - [laughter continues]
[laughing continues]
[Des] Fill it up, you dog! Fill it up!
[laughter continues]
Fucking... grab these!
[Teddy] What's that gonna do?
[somber music plays]
[breathes deeply]
Archie?
[gasps]
[screaming]
Tommo!
[melancholic music plays]
Archie?
Yeah.
Leo?
What are you doin'?
Archie! [gasping]
Let me go! Archie's down there!
- Who the hell is Archie? - That shark wants me!
What are you talking about, Leo?
What's he on about?
- I have to go down! - Hey! Hey! Hey!
Hey...
Just stop for a second, okay?
I'm not strong like you.
None of us are.
Without you, we're gonna die.
I don't want to die, Leo.
I want to go home.
I just want to go home.
[airplane in distance]
Is that a bloody plane?
[airplane engine whirring]
There!
Hey!
Here!
[laughs maniacally]
- Here! Here! - Here!
The engine...
It's too high-pitched.
It's the wrong sound.
- That's not one of ours. - [airplane approaching]
[rapid gunfire]
[choking and spluttering]
[gasps repeatedly]
[chokes, splutters]
[gasps]
[chokes, splutters]
Help me. For Christ sake, help me!
- Help me! Help me! - I don't know what I can do.
[coughs, chokes]
[engine roars in distance]
It's coming back.
[chokes, gasps]
[air raid siren screeches]
[Teddy chokes repeatedly]
[gasping]
[screeching intensifies]
[gunfire]
Oh, fuck it.
- [Will] Des! What are you doing? - [screams]
[screams]
[groans]
[foreboding music plays]
[gasps]
Gutshot...
I need you to check it's gone through.
[grunts]
There's an exit hole. I'll get it wrapped.
[groans]
[airplane motor sputters]
I'll be goddamned!
I think you hit the bloody thing!
[rumbling]
I hope you fucking drown, you mongrel dog.
What happened to Teddy?
Shark got him.
I wasn't asking you, was I?
He got the chomp, mate.
End of.
[Leo] Bloke was covered in blood.
Why'd you take him in?
You pushed him towards it.
To save yourself.
I saw you do it.
He was a goner. Had no chance.
Your own mate?
[Des] He would've bled out in ten minutes.
Your own mate. You used him as a fucking human shield.
What the fuck am I supposed to do?
You're supposed to protect him!
[rumbles]
And you just let him die.
Hey, Leo, just calm down, eh?
Hey.
[both chuckle]
[yells]
[screaming]
[screams]
[screaming in agony]
[screaming fades out]
Will?
Buy you a drink?
Sure.
You get this round.
Next one's on me.
Deal.
That's a drink you owe me.
I'm good for it.
I killed him.
I just killed him.
The sea took him.
Can't get it out of me head.
I'm sorry for what I done.
I don't wanna die.
You're not gonna die, Des.
We're going home, all right?
We're going home.
[suspenseful music plays]
What is that?
Is that...
Oh, you gotta be fucking joking.
Will...
You got that last grenade?
What are you waiting for?
Kill him.
What?
[Des] What do you think he's gonna do when he gets here?
Shake your hand?
Eh!
This is war.
He's surrendering.
They don't surrender.
Will...
You need to make a decision.
No.
[sighs]
It's not right.
Yeah. Righto.
[grunts]
- Give it to me. - Just wait!
- [screams] - [groans]
- [grunting] - [groaning]
[groaning]
[both grunting]
[yells]
[speaking Japanese]
[yelling]
[muffled scream]
- [metal clangs] - [yelling]
[suspenseful music continues]
[air raid siren screeches]
[laughs]
[gasps]
[clicks tongue]
[both gasp repeatedly]
The boat... [indistinct]
[groans]
[Will coughs]
[sniffs deeply]
I reckon it might be time for that last drink, eh?
Where'd you get that?
I told you.
Next round's on me.
Gimme that.
Hoo!
That's got some kick to it.
[coughs]
Oh, God! That's rank!
Give me a cold schooner of Foster's any day.
Foster's?
You dirty bastard.
VB, mate. All the way.
[scoffing chuckle]
Foster's.
I'd rather drink my own piss.
You'd be used to that, wouldn't you, mate?
[laughs]
[coughs]
[ominous music plays]
[Leo sighs] Fog's cleared up.
You can see the sky again.
It's beautiful.
Yeah. I guess.
[tense music plays]
I'm ready.
Is that a toolbox?
Leo, I think it's a bloody toolbox, mate.
[water splashes]
[haunting, ethereal music plays]
[muffled scream]
- [muffled groans] - [tense music builds]
[muffled explosion]
[ethereal music plays]
[screaming]
- [Will] Jesus! Leo! Your arm! - [Leo screams]
[both panting]
[Leo groans]
I did it, Will.
I blew that fucker up.
You crazy bugger.
What the hell were you thinking?
- Hey, Will? - Yeah? Yeah, mate?
You got any of that booze left?
[Will] Shit.
Sorry, mate, I guess I dropped it.
[sighs]
Well, that's another drink you owe me.
[laughs]
Next one's on me, mate.
Next one's on me.
[motor sputters, then turns over]
[motor purring]
Let's go home.
[stirring music plays]
[big band music plays]