The Adventures of Young Indiana Jones (2002) s01e15 Episode Script

Set your sights
and wait for my order to fire.
New Zealanders, on the left flank.
Wait until they dismount,
then open fire on them.
Dismount!
Billy, get the lead out!
Main batteries, open fire.
Fire!
Look, sir, in the center,
the main British force.
Spread out, men! Keep the pace!
Spread out! Come on!
We're not making any progress.
Perhaps you should consider
sending in the Australians.
Fletcher told me
he doesn't need any help, sir.
Stay in line.
Stay ready.
Don't worry,
we'll see some action this time.
Don't hold your breath.
Order retreat.
Fall back! Let's go!
Retreat. Let's go!
The advance has halted.
The British are on the run.
You will go to Beersheba.
On the way, you will check
every yard of our line.
I am reassigning you
to be my head of intelligence,
- and I'm sending you to Beersheba.
- Yes, sir.
From Beersheba,
you will report to me personally,
on whether more troops
are needed to hold it.
Beersheba has no need
of extra troops, General.
She has the greatest ally of all.
The desert.
Stand down.
Another bloody battle
we bloody missed out on.
What's the bloody point of bloody being
here if they're not gonna let us fight?
Beats me.
We have attacked
the Turks here at Gaza.
Both attacks failed.
I intend to be in Jerusalem
by Christmas.
And how do you propose
to achieve that, sir?
By turning the enemy's flank.
By making what I believe to be
in certain sporting circles
is termed as an end-run.
In other words, gentlemen,
by taking Beersheba.
An attack on Beersheba
means crossing the desert.
There's not a drop of water
between here and there.
There's plenty of water in Beersheba.
Colonel Meinertzhagen.
- If the men travel light
- Travel light?
50,000 men would need
400,000 gallons of water a day.
Not if they make a lightning dash
across the desert
and take Beersheba before
Johnny Turk knows what's hit him.
And the wells in Beersheba
are still intact
when your forces break through.
You don't like the idea,
Major Lawrence?
I like the idea
of Jerusalem by Christmas, sir,
but a march across the desert
will be no picnic.
So then, everything depends
on those wells in Beersheba.
With the right element of surprise,
we can do it.
I shall start
a major espionage campaign
to make them think that we are going to
continue our main attack on Gaza.
You'll need to put somebody
into Beersheba
to keep a watch over those wells.
Well, I have contacts there,
but I'd need to send in
somebody special.
A trained agent.
Somebody who speaks
both Arabic and Turkish.
- Absolutely trustworthy.
- I know the man you want.
He works for
French intelligence in Cairo.
He's one of the best and an old friend.
Get him.
Alms for the poor. Alms for the crippled.
Bless you, fair man.
No beggars. Be off with you.
Ask Allah to forgive you.
Allah will bless you.
Your generosity is profound.
Allah will reward you.
In paradise, I'm sure. Demitasse?
- What's up?
- New orders.
- You've been reassigned.
- Reassigned?
But we're finally making progress here.
What about the operation?
Low priority compared to this.
You've been attached to the British
for a special assignment.
Meinertzhagen is the man in charge.
Report to him in Rafa
by Wednesday at the latest.
Meinertzhagen?
Africa.
Meinertzhagen is
with British intelligence.
He sent me with a bunch of old men
to blow up a German train.
That man's a lunatic.
He almost got me killed.
Well, sounds like this assignment
may prove interesting.
Come on, men. Secure those tents!
So, which camp do you want
to go to, then, sir?
The British over there,
or the Australians over here?
I'm looking for a British officer,
but I think he's working
with the Australians.
Well, I'll let you off here, then.
Thanks. Bye.
Captain Defense, Belgian army,
reporting as ordered, sir.
You made it.
Jolly good to see you again.
Were you surprised to hear from me?
You could say that, sir.
I just did.
Now, where is the blasted thing?
I had it here yesterday, and
Bottom drawer. I should have known.
My binoculars. Here they are.
Now, you're just in time.
Shall we?
- "Shall we" what?
- Bird watching, mate.
And don't you feel silly for asking.
Desert hawk. Beautiful.
Yeah. Beautiful.
If these hills weren't
crawling with Turks.
Tosh! There's no enemy here.
What do you know
about birds, Sergeant?
They got wings.
Australian?
Yeah. John Anders, Fourth Light Horse.
Friends call me Jack.
Henri Defense, mine call me Henry.
Put it there then, Henry.
You don't sound Belgian.
American, I reckon.
I decided to enlist. I want to do my part.
Same as me and Phyllis,
for king and country.
- Phyllis?
- Name of me horse.
Figured we'd travel the world,
see exotic lands,
get shot at by people
with machine guns.
Ain't that right, darling?
So, what is it?
It's a red-breasted hooper.
What luck.
There's your damn red-breasted lancer.
- Bloody hell.
- Oh, my. Turks.
He's hit!
Leave it!
Toss it here!
Drat!
Sergeant, tend to the horses.
The Captain will see that I am
provided with medical attention.
I'll get a doctor.
Keep some pressure on the wound.
Do stop this. It's just a scratch.
In fact, it's not even that.
- Sir, what's
- Calf's blood from the kitchen.
I simply placed the bag under my arm
and gave it a jolly good squeeze.
Quite an illusion. Don't you think?
You had me fooled.
So, what the hell is going on here?
Deception. Trickery.
A flimflam designed
to convince the Turks
that the blood stained haversack
that I left behind was genuine.
The haversack.
Well, it contains certain documents
indicating that we intend to launch
another full-scale attack
on Gaza within the week.
It's a lie,
but if they believe it,
then they will concentrate
all their defenses there
and leave the real target vulnerable.
So, what is the real target?
Beersheba.
Ned?
I can't believe it.
What are you doing here?
Are you in on this?
No. I merely provided Meiner
some information.
The fact that you joined
the intelligence service, for example.
- So, this is your fault?
- Guilty as charged.
News of your little escapade
is spreading through camp.
Excellent.
With all the spies
lurking around the camp,
word is bound to get back to the Turks.
It could be a clever attempt
to mislead us.
Nonsense.
The man who dropped this was shot.
Note the blood.
Also, many of these items are personal.
Money, letters.
Here's one from his wife.
They've just had a baby.
I tell you, these documents are real.
There is no mistaking it.
The British are preparing
a major offensive on Gaza.
They've tried twice and failed
with horrifying losses,
so why try again?
If I were the British, I'd stop trying
to kick the front door in,
and sneak around the back of the house
and enter through the window
right here at Beersheba.
Move a large force
across barren desert?
Don't be absurd.
It's all in here, all the proof I need.
I intend to inform
General von Kressenstein, immediately.
Of course.
You are his head of intelligence.
Let me tell you something, Captain.
While you place your call to Gaza,
I'll order my men to start
rigging the wells with dynamite.
- A waste of effort.
- A last resort.
If you are wrong
and the British do come here,
I'll see that they are deprived
of the very thing they need most.
Water.
An army in the desert travels on it,
men need it, horses need it.
In all things,
water is the difference
between life and death,
and there's not a drop
between here and Beersheba.
I've looked.
Allenby's plan is to march 50,000 men
across the desert in a span of two days.
Mobility is crucial.
So, each man will be issued
with only one canteen of water
and enough ammunition for the assault.
By the time they get there,
their canteens will be empty
and their horses will have been
without water for some 30 hours.
Oh, my God.
They must take Beersheba
that same day, with the wells intact,
or they'll be stranded
in the desert without water.
It's do or die. There's no turning back.
But you're talking about 50,000 men.
That is why victory
must be swift and total.
Surprise is the key.
My haversack and I
have taken the first step,
now it is up to you
to reinforce the illusion.
Tomorrow, you and another agent
will leave for Beersheba,
where you will make contact
with our operative there.
And my mission?
Do everything you can
to protect those wells.
Yeah, I been waiting
over a month for this.
You're lying.
Go on. After you.
"Them ain't birds, sir,
them's bloody bullets!"
"Bullets you say?"
"I had no idea the desert lark
was conversant in firearms."
"How rude."
"Perhaps we should turn back."
- It's good to see you again, Ned.
- And you, too,
though I'm shocked
to find you so grown up.
In my mind's eye,
you're still the little boy
that I used to terrify with tales
of mummies walking the night.
Well, they still scare me, thanks to you.
Then I've done some good in the world,
though I doubt Miss Seymour
would approve.
What news of her?
We exchange letters from time to time.
She's still as blustery as ever.
And your father?
I really haven't had time to write.
Perhaps you should make the effort.
I'm sure he worries.
We've never really had that much to say
to each other, Ned. You know that.
That's not just his failing, surely.
Hey, there's my bloke.
Henry, say hello to my mates.
- Fellas, this is Henry.
- Good day, Henry. Dex.
- Good day. Kevin.
- Dessa.
Come on,
drink up and help us settle this.
These blokes think I'm having them on.
Now, Jack says your Major What's His
nearly got knocked bird watching.
Now, me, I say Jacko's full of beans.
Well, it's true.
That Brit has got to be the silliest
excuse for a major I ever saw.
- That's it!
- Look out.
One more word
out of your Aussie mouth,
and you're in for a pasting.
- Says who, mate?
- Gunnery Sergeant Porter,
A Battery, British artillery,
that's bloody who.
My ears are burning with you
running down our fine British officers.
- Why, I ought to
- Easy, mate, easy, mate. Relax.
There was no offence meant, gunny.
Here. Have a round on us.
It's not your fault
your officers are idiots.
- Watch your mouth, Aussie.
- Truth hurts, eh?
How do you British officers
ever expect to win this war?
Oh, yeah? At least we're in it,
not a bunch of yellow slackers
sitting out of the show.
You're a bunch of dancing girls
tripping over your garters.
Step aside, give us a chance,
we'll win the war for you.
You bloody dingo scoundrel.
I say we give these boys
a battle to write home about.
Teach them some manners.
Hold it. Hold it.
Listen, we're all
on the same side, right?
Nobody wants to get thrown
in the stockade.
I'm sure there's a peaceful way
we can settle this.
Perhaps I may have a suggestion.
- Well, I'd say he was out of bounds.
- That's right. Yeah.
That was a nice effort, Henry.
You almost scored.
Too bad I got pounded
by British artillery.
Now I know how the Turks feel.
So, what did that British officer mean
about you Australians
being left out of the war?
It's the bloody British.
They want all the glory,
so they keep us in reserve
most of the time.
It's like they don't trust us to fight.
Yeah. It makes no sense.
We took a beating at Gallipoli,
but we gave as good as we got.
Didn't we, boys?
Too bloody right.
Well, I think they'd wanna make
use of experienced cavalry.
Oh, we're not cavalry.
Mounted infantry. Big difference, see?
It's all about mobility.
We ride our horses
to where the battle is,
dismount and then proceed on foot.
- That's how we fight.
- If they'd let us.
Thanks.
Jack says you're not
a bad horseman yourself, for a Yank.
What do you say we have a gallop?
Let it go, Dex. The man is tired.
Well, if not, nobody here
will think worse of him.
Will we, fellas?
Ready!
- Go!
- Yeah!
- He's no Aussie.
- Well, I tried.
The cards were stacked
against you, Henry.
My mate Dex is the fastest bugger
west of Warnervale.
You should see his trophy case
back home.
Our fathers' farms are next door.
We grew up together.
I never beat him in a race, either.
Nobody has.
Just a few broken pillars,
that's all that remains.
Yet, when you think of the armies
that marched past here,
men who made history here
The children of Israel.
The Syrians.
Hittites.
The Romans.
Crusaders.
And now us.
Do you think they knew
they were making history?
I think some of them did.
And we will, too,
if we take Jerusalem by Christmas.
And if we don't?
Then we shall fade
with the glories of Nineveh and Tyre,
unheralded, unremembered,
no more.
- Beersheba is that important?
- It's that important.
Does it scare you?
- A little.
- Only a little?
All right, a lot.
There's a well at Beersheba
called the Well of Abraham.
You think Abraham used it?
The Bible says
that he brought his flocks out
of the desert and watered them there,
which, in a way, is what you have to do.
Only I'm no Abraham
and those soldiers aren't sheep.
Well, some of the generals
think they are.
Well, I've been spending a lot of time
with that group of Australians.
They're really a nice bunch of guys.
What are their chances?
Nonexistent, if you fail.
So play up.
Play up and play the game.
I'll try, Ned.
All I want is an end to this war
and then peace,
if Allah wills.
Well, you might find that pretty difficult.
You know,
you're starting to become famous.
Famous? Me?
Lawrence of Arabia.
That's what they're calling you.
They say you're
Henry, don't. It makes me sick.
I came into the desert
because I was ordered to,
and because I wanted to help
the Bedouin regain their independence.
All the rest,
I never looked for it, I never wanted it,
it just happened.
What's it like,
the desert?
It's like nowhere else on this Earth.
It's the most terrible place there is,
and the most wonderful.
Rise and shine.
We've got a lot of ground to cover
before you leave this morning.
I'm up. I'm up.
Good!
Pay attention.
You will be traveling
disguised as a merchant
carrying goods to Beersheba.
Your contact there will be this man.
Kazim Yoha.
Cafe owner.
One of my more dependable agents.
This contains much of what you'll need.
Clothing, identity papers,
postcards.
They'll come in handy, believe me.
And these are a special item
that I had custom-made for you.
Great. Disgusting old boots.
Not just boots.
The right one contains
a hidden inner sleeve.
It might just give you the extra edge
when you need it most.
Pun intended.
Feel the balance.
Do you throw?
- No.
- Work on it.
You said I'd be traveling
with another agent.
Maya.
A woman?
Her guise will be that of a belly dancer.
You are her escort.
Well, this just got interesting.
You're using too much wrist.
Keep it stiff.
Thanks for the tip.
Just got back from patrol.
Saw some heavy action.
Them or us. Join us for lunch?
There you go, mate.
Compliments of the Fourth Light Horse.
Thanks. Looks pretty good.
So, what kind of outfit you with, Henry?
Well, actually, I'm in the Belgian army,
but right now I'm attached
to French intelligence.
Intelligence?
What do you need to have to be in that?
Brains. Which lets you out for a start.
So, what do you do,
a bit of spying and stuff?
Yeah, sort of.
So, what are you doing here?
Give it a rest, Dex.
Can't you see
the man doesn't want to talk about it?
Is that right?
- Sorry, mate.
- It's all right.
It's a really good rabbit.
Oh, it's nothing
to what we got back in Australia.
In Australia, we got rabbits
as big as kangaroos.
- Really?
- Kangaroos as big as horses.
- Big as horses. Is that right?
- Yeah.
My old man saw one once
big as an elephant.
An elephant?
You don't say.
Oh, well. If you'd ever been to Australia,
you'd know what I was talking about.
Well, actually I have been to Australia
and, well, the kangaroos,
they look pretty normal size to me.
You've been in Australia?
Well, good on you, sport.
Well, God's own country, right?
That's right.
It was great.
Actually, I flew an aeroplane
with Harry Houdini.
- Strewth!
- He's pulling your leg.
Are you?
No. It's true.
It's great though. I love Australia.
Wish I was there now.
You getting homesick?
No. It's just
I miss Mary.
- Is that your girl?
- Sweetest girl in Australia.
- Next to Josie, of course.
- Is that your girl?
No, that's my wife.
I got a little one coming on any day now.
- Really? That's great.
- Yeah.
We'd be doing more good back
with them than sitting around here.
You don't mean that, Dex.
I'm just sick of the sight
of this bloody place.
When are we gonna see a bit of action?
Never, I reckon.
We're stuck here
for the rest of the bloody war.
What do you reckon, Henry?
They got anything planned for us?
I I really couldn't say.
And if he did know, he wouldn't let on.
Not even to his mates?
It's not every day I get invited
by the General for tea, so
Well, whatever they got in mind for us,
it doesn't bother me,
- so long as I got my horse.
- Oh, Dex. Loves his bloody horse.
I just hope if I can't finish the war,
he'll finish it for me.
Well, I really better get going.
Thanks a lot for the meal.
Well, I got a long ride across the desert.
Next time we meet though,
drinks will be on me.
Maybe we should tag along,
make sure there's no trouble.
Not this time.
I've been reassigned.
I appreciate the offer, though.
You fellows take care of yourselves.
Yeah.
Well, maybe we'll see you around.
Maybe.
It's never easy
saying goodbye to friends.
There she is.
Why don't you fellows get ready?
A bit more walnut juice under the chin.
Now the tooth.
- How do I look?
- Sleazy.
Gentlemen, may I present, Maya.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
Likewise, I'm sure.
Well, good luck to you both.
Major Lawrence, until the next time.
Come on.
I guess this is it.
I must get back
to my own little part of the war.
I have overstayed my welcome as it is.
Right.
It's not easy saying goodbye to friends.
Stay alive, Ned.
You too, Indy.
What is our destination?
Gaza or Beersheba?
That is on a need-to-know basis,
and right now you don't need to know.
Sooner or later I must turn my camel
in one direction or the other.
That's when you'll need to know.
- Anything else?
- Yes.
I have not been told
where the attack is coming.
Is that also on a need-to-know basis?
Do you intend to infuriate me
this entire trip?
It's not my idea, it's standard procedure.
If we get captured and tortured,
it cuts the risk
of our spilling information in half.
In other words,
I'll be tortured to death and you won't.
Look, rules are rules.
You'll be briefed when the time comes.
As you wish, oh great sahib.
We're at the crossroads.
Are we going to Gaza or Beersheba?
Well, that must have been difficult.
You're not very good with a knife,
are you?
I guess not.
You know, I've been traveling with you
all afternoon
and I still have no idea
what you look like.
I travel as a Bedouin woman.
We must maintain appearances.
Well, what if you get kidnapped
by bandits?
How can I rescue you
if I don't know what you look like?
It's on a need-to-know basis.
Right now,
you don't need to know.
The army will break camp
and move out into the desert.
The men will carry water
for two days only.
I repeat,
two days only.
Any questions?
And our destination, sir?
For the moment, unknown.
Very well. We march in one hour.
Thanks.
I have one more question for you,
then I'll shut up, I promise.
What brought you out here?
I mean, what made you
wanna become an agent?
My people and their cause.
And what is their cause?
You said one question,
I have answered it.
Right. You answered it.
Looks like a sandstorm is starting up.
Whatever happens, Jack and Dex
will be riding right into the middle of it.
They should be starting about now.
Who's starting?
It's not
It's not important.
We just got orders. Night march.
- Where to?
- They're not saying.
Bloody big, though.
The whole damn camp moves out
in 20 minutes.
Well, don't just gawk. Get on with it.
- Come on, it's time to go.
- I don't think so.
- Who are they?
- I don't know.
Well, could you tell
what tribe they're from?
They may not be from any tribe.
Well, what's that supposed to mean?
- They may be outcasts.
- Outcasts?
Brigands, robbers, murderers.
Oh, great.
Whatever you do, don't offend them.
Just stay here. Watch.
Greetings, lord.
Allah please be with you.
We have some coffee, lord. If it
pleases you, we would be honoured
You have used our water.
Yes, but a teeny little bit.
- This is our water.
- Yes.
A thousand pardons, sir.
I'm an ignorant man.
- I had no idea you
- Where are you from?
We're from Syria, sir.
Where are you going?
Well, where does the poor merchant go
in these troubled times?
- He goes where the market is.
- Do you trade with the English?
A bit with the English. Yes.
- But also with the Turk.
- The Turks?
But only when I'm forced to.
No, the Turk. That is a pig.
You are worse than a pig.
You are right, sir.
I am nothing. I am nothing.
I am but a poor merchant
who wants to feed
the belly of his wife and
Goodbye. Yes
- Great.
- Now you've done it.
What? What did I do?
Why did you have to mention the Turks?
How was I supposed to know?
They could be their allies.
Are you crazy?
They hate the Turks
more than anything.
Welcome, lord. Welcome.
You have drunk our water
and now you must pay.
- Willingly. What do my lords desire?
- Show us.
Yes. Please sit down. I will show you.
My poor goods are truly worthless.
But if something pleases you,
you tell me.
That is woman's work.
You're right, lord.
I'm truly stupid.
Why are you standing there
idle, woman? Come here, quickly.
Were you trying to shame me?
Must I beat you again?
Show him your knife.
- My knife, lord? It is nothing.
- Show it to him.
Yes, lord.
I will show you something better.
You see, lord,
silk from Damascus.
We've got salt, coffee, pans for cooking,
brass pots from the souks of Beirut.
Trash. All of it is trash.
You're right, lord.
I'm the most miserable of men.
- Get ready to make a run for it.
- Don't be stupid.
Look, if we can
We are merciful men. You may go.
Oh, praise be from Allah, lord.
But you must pay for the water.
Yes, lord. Anything.
- We take one camel.
- One camel. Lord, I am honoured.
And the woman.
- And the woman?
- Now, go!
Lord, lord, lord No I
She is lazy.
She is the worst of her kind.
She is good for nothing.
Lord, she brings my life
nothing but misery.
Then you'll be happy to be rid of her.
No, lord. Now, you listen to me
Shut your mouth, dog,
and go while you can.
Obey him.
I said, get out of here! Now!
You're going the wrong way.
What happened?
How did you get away
from those Arabs?
Don't ask.
I believe this knife belongs to you.
How far behind you are they?
I gave them a sleeping potion.
It will be at least another hour
before they wake up.
An hour's head start isn't much.
- They won't come after us.
- Why not?
Because.
Why not?
Because I have their clothes.
Looks like that sandstorm
is getting closer.
That could be dangerous.
We must go west
along the great ravine.
Okay, why don't we cross here?
It will never take the camels.
I think we should do it. I'm not gonna
get caught in that sandstorm.
- No Bedouin would do this.
- Yeah. Well, I'm not a Bedouin.
No! You're a fool.
It's impossible to get those camels
across this bridge.
It's not impossible.
You'll never get them across this bridge.
What are you doing now?
Unloading the camels.
Come across!
Come on!
Come on!
Get down!
Get down, I said!
- That's not bad shooting.
- Thanks.
Now all you have to do
is to catch our camels
and get the rest of our stuff across.
Careful with that blasting cap.
Make certain those wires
are well hidden.
Yes, sir.
What's happened to our agent?
He should have been here hours ago.
This heat is unbearable.
Imagine how much more unbearable
it must be for those out in the desert.
Don't worry, mate.
I'll get you a drink soon.
Sir, we're almost out of water.
How much farther is there to go?
Hopefully, we're about to find out.
Well, it's official.
We're heading for Beersheba.
We're halfway there.
Save your water, mate. You're gonna
need as much as you can get.
Listen, try and get some sleep.
We got a long ride ahead of us.
Who can sleep in this bloody heat?
- Look.
- Yes. It's Beersheba.
State your business.
To provide that which likes.
I'm a trader in fine goods, effendi.
Let them pass.
Stay with the camels.
- Kazim, I have arrived.
- Dear cousin.
Look at you.
How long has it been, eh?
- You brought my cages.
- And your dancer.
Do I always keep my promises?
Mustafa, see to the camels.
Show the woman to her room.
Come. Let me show you
to your quarters, cousin.
What's the situation here?
They've rigged all the wells
with high explosives.
But there's good news.
Colonel Ismet Bey has been repeatedly
denied reinforcements from Gaza.
Gaza's only 35 kilometers up the road,
- so that could change.
- It hasn't yet.
Grab a pigeon. Blue cage.
Wells are rigged.
What about the red cage?
Those you can cook.
Such delicacies.
Only for my most honoured guests.
Watches. Watches.
Pardon, you must see.
Finest quality silver watches.
That is Colonel Ismet Bey,
in charge of the Turkish garrison here.
And that is Captain Schiller,
head of German intelligence.
A most unpleasant man.
Well, I guess I finally get to see
what's underneath all that.
I bet she's really homely.
Most worthy.
I will treasure this.
She still doesn't know
where the attack is coming from.
They haven't told her.
Easy boy.
I'm worried about these horses.
They can't go this long without water.
We should reach water by morning.
These are the wells marked in red.
I'm sure they're all tied
into one detonation point.
- Do you know where it is?
- Could not find out.
We'll have to cut the wires individually.
But not tonight.
There are sentries everywhere.
All right.
Tomorrow, when the shelling starts.
Meet me at the first well
just before dawn.
The Well of the Oath.
It shall be done.
Yeah, well, it better be done right.
If we mess this thing up,
50,000 men could die of thirst.
Captain Defense.
Now that you have seen me,
are you disappointed?
Quite the opposite.
I am pleased.
But there must be more to my role
than entertaining a bunch of Turks.
There is.
Well of Abraham. One hour.
Be careful.
It's delicious.
It's the best I've ever tasted.
You know, this is a very famous well.
I know. The Well of Abraham.
He was the father of the Jewish people.
Abraham was also the father
of the Arab people.
Listen, I need you to dance again
tomorrow for Colonel Bey and Schiller.
And I need you to start
at exactly 1300 hours.
- So, the attack is coming here?
- I didn't say that. I'll tell you as soon
When I need to know.
You are impossible.
Well, don't be angry with me.
You are so beautiful.
I know.
- This is not what we should be doing.
- I know.
- It's not professional. It's too
- No, it's not.
Delicious.
- It's like the water.
- Yes.
Lose something?
We're in trouble. Get dressed.
There it is, mate. Beersheba.
All that lovely water. Lead me to it.
Doesn't look like it's gonna be easy.
- The British are here in force.
- Impossible.
Connect me with Gaza
as soon as possible.
General von Kressenstein's
headquarters.
It is merely a diversion
to make us think they are here in force.
You will cancel that call.
- Captain Schiller
- Cancel the call!
I've gotta get a message out.
Grab one of those pigeons.
The plan has failed.
Kazim arrested.
I didn't want it to be this way,
but here's your briefing.
The real attack is here. Beersheba.
They're bound to get that information
out of Kazim.
There will be massive reinforcements
coming from Gaza within no time.
That's why we gotta warn our people.
God!
New Zealanders will attack
from the center.
What about
the Australian Light Horse, sir?
The Light Horse will be kept in reserve.
Bloody better not be left out this time.
- Give the artillery the order to open fire.
- Right, sir.
Fire!
I don't care!
- Ring me through to Gaza, now!
- What are you doing?
I'm calling General von Kressenstein
for reinforcements. Tell him!
This man
is a spy for the British.
He has confirmed to me
that the real attack is here,
at Beersheba.
You're a traitor.
Not to my cause.
You see, I have excellent spies.
But mine are better.
Rashid, bring in the prisoner.
- Kazim
- Sorry, Indy. I
- What have you told them?
- They beat me. I'm sorry!
Tell the Colonel what you told me.
- Damn it! Keep your mouth shut!
- It's too late, spy.
Your little charade is now truly exposed.
Tell him.
The girl The girl
She's a double agent,
working for Colonel Ismet Bey.
How did you know?
We knew from the start.
That's why she was brought.
It was part of the ploy.
To use her
to feed you false information,
convince you the attack
was at Beersheba.
And the real attack?
Gaza.
No!
Damn it!
Lock him up.
And clean up this mess.
There is the truth of it, Colonel.
The ploy behind the ploy.
You are under attack
by a skillful illusion.
A few artillery pieces lobbing shells,
men and horses kicking up dust.
A trick.
There will be no reinforcements.
Fourth battalion over here.
It worked.
They're not sending
their reinforcements to Beersheba.
And if Chauvel can get through
to the city before nightfall
Jerusalem by Christmas.
Congratulations, sir.
We're not out of the woods yet.
Let's hope
your Captain Defense comes through.
The Anzacs are getting
the stuffing kicked out of them.
This is taking too long, Jack.
We should have been
in that town by now.
I'll go see what I can find out.
Stay low.
- Sir, the men are wondering.
- So am I, Sergeant.
Resistance has been fiercer
than expected.
Damn Turks have got us
at a bit of a standstill.
That's a fact.
Well, how long do you expect us
to hold out?
We've been bloody grilling
in this ravine all morning.
The horses haven't had a drink
in nearly two days.
Wish I had that answer for you, son.
Fall back! Fall back!
The sergeant will accompany you, sir.
Okay, Colonel.
Hopefully, we'll be back with good news.
Sure doesn't look too good over there.
Not much daylight left.
But I've got a bold idea,
and I hope the British go for it.
Good luck, sir.
Our advance on Beersheba
has been seriously delayed.
Fortifications of unknown strength
still face us across a plain
of some three miles.
Gentlemen,
our situation is past desperate.
If we do not take that town by dark,
our men are doomed.
Suggestions.
I think my men could take that town.
I propose a mounted charge
of the Fourth and 12th.
Sir,
Brigadier Grant's suggestion is absurd.
His men are mounted infantry.
If we charge, I insist it be my cavalry.
A charge is exactly what the Turks
would expect from the British cavalry,
and the last thing
they'd expect from my men.
I think we can do it.
Too bloody right.
Grant's men are closer,
already in position.
A mounted charge against
entrenched machine guns and artillery?
It's insane.
It's never been done.
Perhaps because it's never been tried.
Put Grant straight at it.
Mount up and deploy
on the eastern flank!
Fourth squadron, line extended!
- What's going on, Jack?
- We're gonna get some water, mate.
- Where?
- Beersheba.
- Just got orders to charge.
- God almighty.
Since when have we become cavalry?
Since bloody now. Ride!
Allah be praised.
Mounted regiments are deploying
to the eastern flank.
- It looks like they intend to charge.
- They won't.
Put all reserve troops
to the eastern trenches,
just in case.
This could be one hell of a race.
I'm here for the prisoner.
- Where have you been?
- Don't ask.
Next time, you play the dead man.
The Australian Light Horse.
Third rank.
Wait for them to dismount
before opening fire.
Okay.
You take the wells on this side.
I'll go this way
and I'll meet you back at the cafe.
Here. Good luck.
2,800 metres!
2,600 metres.
2,500 metres.
Charge!
They are not stopping.
Charge!
First one over the trench wins!
You're on, you daft bastard.
You'll never beat me!
Fire!
Go!
On the left. Damn you.
They're coming too fast.
2,300 metres.
- 2,100 metres.
- We can't do it.
Fire!
They're under the guns.
They're under the guns!
They've made it!
It's been confirmed.
We're under attack
by at least six divisions.
Get Schiller up here.
Withdraw the artillery!
Withdraw the artillery.
- I got three of them.
- So did I.
The Well of the Oath is the last.
Come with me.
Fire!
There's machine-gun fire
from the Turkish left.
They'll chop them Aussies to pieces.
Sights on their muzzle flashes!
Move up the trench line.
I want those machine guns.
Right! Move faster!
Elevation! Three-five degrees.
Stand by.
Fire!
Have you gone mad?
An old proverb came to mind.
"A skillful liar
will tell his enemy the truth"
"and convince him it's a lie."
What are you babbling about?
Your little illusion
has come to Beersheba,
50,000 strong.
Idiot!
Blow up the wells!
Here it is.
- Six out of seven isn't bad.
- Yeah.
We're gonna have to be sure
they don't rewire the wells.
We have to hold them off
until the Australians arrive.
Only one blew up.
The wires must have been cut
by the shelling.
Get your men out there
and repair them at once.
Bastards!
Are the wells reconnected?
- They're rewiring as fast as they can.
- Well, tell them to work faster!
Send more men. Hurry!
Too many guards.
There's no way of disconnecting
the charges at all the wells.
I saw the main switch board
above Bey's office
when we put on our little performance.
It's our only chance. Come on.
Maya, it's time.
- Where are you going?
- Lining up the strategic retreats.
It's impossible. We'll never get in there.
Come on. Let's try around the back.
But you can't just leave me behind.
I suggest you start
by reconnecting those wires
and blowing up the wells yourself.
No! You will stay here.
- Maya, look out!
- You!
Eat lead, you swine.
Go!
You lose!
You people have captured nothing
but a burned out shell in the desert.
Not a drop of water.
Yeah!
Die!
Blow the wells!
- But our men may not be cleared
- I don't care. Do it!
Blow them up!
Water! There's a well over there.
Come on.
Don't!
Do it now. Hurry!
Stop shooting!
- We are surrendering!
- Drop your guns, men!
Get those Turks. They're getting away!
Come on, Phyllis.
Let's get us some water.
Come on, Phyllis. Come on.
No!
Look how close we came.
Within an inch.
All right. Move the prisoners out.
Okay! Move it!
- Hands up!
- Let's go! Come on.
Keep it moving.
Well, it looks like you blokes did it.
No. No, you blokes did it.
All 800 of you.
Only 31 casualties.
That's gotta be some kind of miracle.
We lost Dex coming in.
His horse made it first to the trenches.
He would have liked that.
Well, Henry, you kept your promise.
Yeah. I guess we'll be
in Jerusalem by Christmas.
I can't think of a better place
I'd rather be at that time.
Come on, fellows.
Let's drink this place dry.
Saddle up, men.