1917, Universal Pictures, Entertainment One Films, Reliance Entertainment, DreamWorks Pictures, New Republic Pictures, Mogambo, Neal Street Productions, Amblin Partners

War Hero

Universal Pictures original film 1917 was released digitally this Tuesday March 10, 2020.

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rottentomatoes: 89%

metacritic: 78

imdb: 8.5

oscars: 3 wins

golden globes: 2 wins



Lance Corporal Schofield, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, George MacKay

Lance Corporal Schofield, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, George MacKay

Lance Corporal Schofield, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, George MacKay Lance Corporal Schofield

Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield are given an urgent reconnaissance mission outside of April 6, 1917 EÉcoust, France.


Lance Corporal Schofield, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, George MacKay“No.  Just mail.  No.  Ham and bread.  I have my uses.  Here.  Cheer up.  This time next week, it’ll be chicken dinner.  They say why?  It’s easier to not go back at all.  No.  I’m not taking that bet.  No.  Because you haven’t got ten bob.  So what’s on the cards, then, Sergeant?  Any idea what?” — Lance Corporal Schofield

“Sir, that land is held by the Germans.  It’ll be daylight, sir.  They’ll see us.  Sir, is… is it just us?  Blake, let’s talk about this for a minute.  Blake.  We just need to think about it.  We should at least wait until it’s dark.  Erinmore’s never seen no-man’s-land.  We won’t make it ten yards.  If we just wait… is that why he gave us grenades?  Sorry.  All I’m saying is that we wait.  Look, the last time I was told the Germans were gone, it didn’t end well.  You don’t know, Blake.  You weren’t there.  All right.  Say the Boche have gone.  Nine miles will take us, what, six hours?  Eight at the very most.  So we’ve got time to wait until the sun sets.  Otherwise, we’ll be wide open.  Blake, if we’re not clever about this, no one will get to your brother.  Were on commission.  Orders from the general.  Get out of the way.  It’s bloody quiet.  Don’t remember.  Not really.  Come on.  Don’t have it anymore.  Stay low.  Yorks?  Here.” — Lance Corporal Schofield

“Friday.  Do you think they’re wrong, sir?  Any cover, sir?  Anywhere to jump off from?  Don’t have any, sir.  You sure?  Age before beauty.  Look for cover.  Sap trench.  Put it through an effing German.  Wrong hand.  No good.  Blocked.  You cannot be that hungry.  You could eat this, though.  Boche dog meat.  Trip wire.  Don’t move.  Goes from here to the door.  Oh, no.  I can’t see.  I can’t see!  I can’t.  I can’t see!  Don’t let go of me!  Don’t let go!  Stop!  Stop!  Stop.  Stop.  Just let me stand.  So much dust in my eyes.  I wish you picked some other bloody idiot.  Why in God’s name did you have to choose me?  No, you didn’t.  You never know.  That’s your problem.  Don’t.  Just don’t.  Just fire the fucking flare.  Do you know where we are?  Come on, then.” — Lance Corporal Schofield

“They destroyed their own trenches, too.  I think they wanted us to go that way.  They wanted to bury us.  I’m not in the mood.  Keep your eyes on the trees.  Top of the ridge.  Yeah.  No.  Heading back home.  I wonder what they saw.  Watch the ridgelines.  Well, that’s your medal sorted, then.  ‘Lance Corporal Blake showed unusual valor rescuing a comrade from certain death.’  Blah, blah, blah.  I do.  I didn’t lose mine.  Why do you care?  I swapped it with a French captain.  Mm-hmm.  Bottle of wine.  I was thirsty.  Look, it’s just a bit of bloody tin.  It doesn’t make you special.  Doesn’t make any difference to anyone.  I hated going home.  I hated it.  When I knew I couldn’t stay, when I knew I had to leave and they might never see… Jesus.  They chopped them all down.  What’s the difference?  Why on earth would you know this?  So these ones are all goners?  Let’s hope so.  I’ll take front.  You take back.  Nothing.  No.  I don’t like this place.  Good.  Looks like it.  Dogfight.  Us, I think.  Two on one.  We should put him out of his misery.  No!  Oh.  We have to stop the bleeding.  It’s all right.  It’s all right.  It’s going to be all right.  We’re going to stand up.  Right?  Okay.  We have to get to an aid post.  I’ll carry you.  It isn’t very far.  We can’t.  We have to go together.  We’re going to get up.  We’re going to get up.  You have to try to keep moving.  No, we can’t.  We have to find the 2nd, remember?  Your brother.  No.  You can’t stay here.  We have to move.  All right?  We have to move.  Come on.  Come on!  Come on.  Come on.  That’s it.  Come on.  Come on.  Come on.  Your brother.  We have to find your brother.  They’re embers.  The barn is on fire.  You were stabbed.  Yes.  Yes, I think you are.  This?  I will.  Anything else?  I know the way.  I’m going to head southeast until I hit EÉcoust.  I’ll pass through the town and out to the east, all the way to Croisilles Wood.  That won’t bother me.  I’ll find the 2nd, I’ll give them the message, and then I’ll find your brother.  Just like you.  A little older.” — Lance Corporal Schofield

“Yeah.  I have an urgent message for the 2nd Devons.  Orders to stop tomorrow morning’s attack.  Just beyond EÉcoust.  Sir.  No, sir.  How did you get here, sir?  You’re going up to the new line?  No, sir.  He should reverse.  Try it in reverse.  Reverse!  No.  Stop.  Stop!  Everyone needs to get out.  All out!  Please.  I have to go now.  Please.  Back in.  Get back in.  Go.  I have to get to the 2nd Devons, just past EÉcoust.  They’re attacking at dawn.  I have orders to stop them.  They’re walking into a trap.  Sixteen hundred.  They didn’t.  There were two of us.  Yes.  Yes, I will.  Thank you.  Looks like I’ll be getting out of here.  Good luck.  Thank you.  I don’t have the time.  Thank you, sir.  They are direct orders, sir.  Thank you, sir.” — Lance Corporal Schofield


Lance Corporal Blake, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Dean-Charles Chapman

Lance Corporal Blake

“Sorry, Sarge.  Yes, Sarge.  No, Sarge.  Did they feed us?  Myrtle’s having puppies.  You get anything?  Oh, I’m bloody starving.  Aren’t you?  Thought we might get some decent grub out here.  It was the only reason I decided against the priesthood.  What you got there?  Where did you find that?  Ugh.  Tastes like old shoe.  Not me.  My leave got cancelled.  No idea.  Something’s up.  Did you hear anything?  Has to be the push, right?  Ten bob says we’re going up.  Why?  ‘Cause you know I’m right?  Is there any news, Sarge?  The big push.  It was supposed to happen weeks ago.  They told us we’d be home by Christmas.  More’s the pity, Sarge.  I could’ve done with some turkey.  Must be something big if the general’s here.” — Lance Corporal Blake

“Sir.  Yes, sir.  Joseph Blake.  Is he… good enough, sir.  I don’t understand, sir.  Yes, sir.  No, sir.  Why?  There’s nothing to think about.  It’s my big brother.  Erinmore said to leave immediately.  You heard him.  He said the Boche have gone.  Oy.  Yes, you would say that, ’cause it’s not your brother, is it?  Excuse me.  Excuse me.  Excuse me.  Orders of the general, sir.  It’s enemy territory.  We’ve got no idea what we’re talking into.  I will.  We’re here.  This is the front line.  Now we need to find the Yorks.  Sorry, mate.  All right, get out of the way, then.  Let go!  Let go of me!  All right, I’m sorry.  All right?  I’m sorry!  Just let me through.  Just let me through.  Yorks.  Was it like this before Thiepval.  You don’t remember the Somme?  Well, you did all right out of it.  At least wear your ribbon.  What?  You lost your medal?” — Lance Corporal Blake

“Do you know where the Yorks are?  Where’s Major Stevenson?  Where can we find him?  Sir?  Lieutenant Leslie, sir?  We have a message from General Erinmore.  No, sir.  We don’t know, sir, but we’ve got orders to cross here.  We know, sir.  If you’ll just take the letter.  Sir, the general is sure the enemy have withdrawn.  There are aerials of the new line that… where’s the nearest way through, sir?  Yes.  You all right?  There’s a gap, in the wire.  Sco.  Fuck me.  They really have gone.  Your hand all right?  Patch it up.  You’ll be wanking again in no time.  This might be a way through.  Jesus.  Look at this.  It’s massive.  They built all this.  Sco.  How about this.  Bloody hell.  Even their rats are bigger than ours.  What do you think’s in the bags?  Look at him, cocky little bastard.  What is it?  What’s in the other boxes?  What’s wrong?  Where is it?  Oh, Jesus!  Sco!  Sco?  Sco!  Sco!  Sco.  Sco!  Sco.  Sco.  Sco!  Wake up!  Wake up!  Sco!  Sco!  Stand up!  Stand up!  Come on.  Stand up!  Up!  Up!  Up!  Come on. Stand up!  The whole thing’s coming down!  Come on.  You keep hold of me!  We need to keep moving!  Come on!  Oh!  Stop, stop, stop, stop!  Stop!  It’s a mine shaft!  Right, we’ll have to jump.  Come on!  You’re going to have to jump.  Just jump!  You need to trust me.  jump!  Light.  There’s light.  Dirty bastards!  Careful.  They may have left other traps.  Jesus.  Here.  Have some of mine.  I wish I’d shot that rat now.  What?  Well, I didn’t know what I was picking you for.  All right, then, go back.  Nothing’s stopping you.  You can go all the way bloody home if you want.  I-I didn’t know what I was picking you for.  I thought they were going to send us back up the line or for food or something.  I thought it was going to be something easy.  All right?  I never thought it would be this.  So do you want to go back?  Up yours, Lieutenant.  EÉcoust is directly southeast.  and if we keep that bearing, we should make it.” — Lance Corporal Blake

“Look at that.  They destroyed their own guns.  What do you mean?  You bastard rats.  Hey.  Did you hear that story about Wilko?  How he lost his ear.  Bet he told you it was shrapnel.  What was it, then?  Well, you know his girl’s a hairdresser, right?  And he was moaning about the lack of bathing facilities when he wrote to her.  Remember those rancid jakes at Arras?  Anyway, she sends him over this hair oil.  Smells sweet.  Like Golden Syrup.  Wilko loves the smell, but he doesn’t want to cart it around in his pack.  So he slathers it all over his barnet, goes to sleep.  And in the middle of the night, he wakes up, and a rat is sitting on his shoulder, licking the oil off his head.  And when he does, the rat bites clean through his fucking ear and runs off with it.  Oh, he made a hell of a fuss– yelling, screaming.  The best of it was he put so much bloody oil on himself that he couldn’t wash it off.  He was like a magnet.  The rats left us alone, but they couldn’t get enough of him.  Poor bastard.  What do you mean?  You reckon?  Well, that’d be nice.  Since you lost yours.  What happened to it, then?  Why do you not?  Swapped it?  For what?  Well, what did you do that for?  What a waste.  You should’ve taken it home with you.  You should’ve given it to your family.  Men have died for that.  If I got a medal, I’d take it back home.  Why didn’t you just take it home?  Yes, it does.  And it’s not just a bit of tin.  It’s got a ribbon on it.  Cherries.  Lamberts.  They might be dukes.  Hard to tell when they aren’t in fruit.  Well, people think there’s one type.  But there’s lots of them.  Cuthberts, Queen Annes, Montmorencys, sweet ones, sour ones.  Mum’s got an orchard back home.  Only a few trees.  This time of year, it looks like it’s been snowing.  Blossom everywhere.  And then in May, we have to pick them.  Me and Joe.  Takes the whole day.  Oh, no.  They’ll grow again when the stones rot.  You’ll end up with more trees than before.  It looks abandoned.  We have to make sure.  Anything?  Did you find anything?  Map says get over that ridge, and it’s a straight shot to EÉcoust.  Is that our friends again?  Who’s winning?  They got him.  No.  Get him some water.  He needs water.  It’s all right.  It’s all right.  Steady.  St-steady.  Stay still.  Stop.  Stop!  No, no, no!  You bastard!  You bloody bastard.  Oh.  Oh, God, no.  My God, no!  Jes… Jesus, no!  Oh, Je… stop!  Stop it!  Stop it!  Ow.  Yes.  Yes.  No!  I can’t.  I can’t.  Ow!  I can’t!  Just bring a doctor here.  Stop.  Please stop!  Put me down!  Put me down, you bastard!  Please!  Put me down!  Let’s just sit.  Let me sit.  You can start on without me.  I’ll catch up.  You’ll recognize him.  He looks like me.  And he’s a bit older.  What are they?  Are we being shelled?  I’ve been hit.  What was it?  Am I dying?  Oh.  No.  No.  Inside.  Will you write to my mum for me?  Tell her I wasn’t scared.  I love them.  I wish that… I wish that… talk to me.  Tell me you know the way.  It’ll be dark by then.” — Lance Corporal Blake

Sergeant Sanders

“Blake.  Blake.  Pick a man.  Bring your kit.  Don’t dawdle.  In your own time, gentlemen.  News of what?  Yes, well, sorry to disrupt your crowded schedule, Blake, but the brass hats didn’t fancy it in the snow.  Well, I’ll make sure to relay your displeasure to command.  The Hun are up to something.  No.  But it’s about to ruin our weekend.  Now, listen.  Erinmore is inside, so tidy yourselves up.  Never know.  Might be mentions in dispatches for this one.  If you don’t bugger it up.  Lance Corporals Blake and Schofield, sir.” — Sergeant Sanders

General Erinmore, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Colin Firth

General Erinmore

“Which one of you is Blake?  You have a brother, a lieutenant in the 2nd Devons?  Alive.  As far as I know.  And with your help, I’d like to keep it that way.  Sanders tells me you’re good with maps.  That true?  So… we are here.  The 2nd Devons are advancing here.  How long will it take you to get here?  Germans have gone.  Don’t get your hopes up.  It appears to be a strategic withdrawal.  They seem to have created a new line, nine miles back here by the looks of it.  Colonel Mackenzie is in command of the 2nd.  He sent word yesterday morning he was going after the retreating Germans.  He is convinced he has them on the run.  That if he can break their lines now, he will turn the tide.  He is wrong.  Colonel Mackenzie has not seen these aerials of the enemy’s new line.  Come around here, gentlemen.  Three miles deep, field fortifications, defenses, artillery the like of which we’ve never seen before.  The 2nd are due to attack the line, shortly after dawn tomorrow.  They have no idea what they’re in for.  And we can’t warn them.  As a parting gift the enemy cut all our telephone lines.  Your orders are to get to the 2nd at Croisilles Wood, one mile southeast of the town EÉcoust.  Give this to Colonel Mackenzie.  It is a direct order to call off tomorrow morning’s attack.  If you don’t, it will be a massacre.  We will lose two battalions– 1,600 men, your brother among them.  You think you can get there in time?  Any questions?  Good.  Over to you, Lieutenant.  There’s no need to be concerned.  You should meet no resistance.  ‘Down to Gehanna or up to the Throne, He travels the fastest who travels alone.’  Wouldn’t you say, Lieutenant?  Good luck.” — General Erinmore

Lieutenant Leslie, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Andrew Scott

Lieutenant Leslie

“What is it?  Well, when the fucking hell are they due?  Are you our relief?  Well, when the fucking hell are they due?  That is the German front line.  Settle a bet.  What day is it?  Friday.  Well, well, well.  None of us was right.  This idiot thought it was Tuesday.  Are they out of their fucking minds?  One slow night, the brass think the Hun have just gone home.  We lost an officer and three men two nights ago.  They were shot to bits patching up wire.  We dragged two of them back here.  Needn’t bothered.  Shut up.  We fought and died over every inch of this fucking place.  Now they suddenly give us miles?  It’s a trap.  But chin up.  There’s a medal in it, for sure.  Nothing like  a scrap of ribbon to cheer up a widow.  All right.  Our wire’s a mess, but there is a path through of sorts.  Rushworth, let him look.  Straight ahead to the left, past the dead horses.  There’s a gap directly behind them.  Useful, because if it’s dark, you follow the stench.  When you get to the second wire, look out for the bowing chap.  There’s a small break just beside him.  The German line is 150-odd yards after that.  Watch out for the craters; they’re deeper than they look.  You fall in, there’s no getting out.  This way.  Wake up, Kilgour.  Bloody waste of space.  No, the sap trench was blown to hell weeks ago.  It was full of bodies, anyway.  Your best bet is to pop over here.  If you do get shot, try to make it back to the wire.  We won’t come after you, not till it’s dark.  And if by some fucking miracle you do make it, send up a flare.  Well, get him one, Kilgour.  Make yourself useful.  Through his holy unction, may the lord pardon you your faults and whatever sins thou has committed.  I do hate losing these to the Hun, so when they start shooting at you, could you be so kind as to throw it back?  There’s a good chap.  Cheerio.” — Lieutenant Leslie

Lieutenant Gordon, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Pip CarterLieutenant Gordon

“Supplies, gentlemen.  Map, torches, grenades, and, uh, a couple if little treats.  Leave immediately.  Take this trench west up on Suahiehall Street, then northwest on Paradise Alley at the front.  Continue along the front line until you find the Yorks.  Give this not to Major Stevenson.  He’s holding the line at the shortest span of no-man’s-land.  You’ll cross there.  Yes, sir, I would.” — Lieutenant Gordon

Private Stokes, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Josef DaviesPrivate Stokes

“Watch who you’re shoving.  Hey, who the fuck do you think you are, pushing wounded soldiers around?!  Arsehole knocked down our sergeant!  The man’s fucking wounded!  Fine.  Just watch where you’re going.” — Private Stokes

Captain Smith, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Mark Strong

Captain Smith

“Go and fetch his things.  A friend?  What are you doing here?  And where are they stationed?  Come with me.  Come with me, Corporal.  It’s an order.  We’re passing through EÉcoust.  We can take you some of the way.  Might be a tight squeeze.  He has an urgent message to deliver to the 2nd Devons, sir.  There’s room in the casuals’ truck, sir.  He has orders.  Crossed no-man’s-land, just outside Bapaume.  Took us the whole night.  Bumped into a couple of Hun stragglers on the way who made a nuisance of themselves.  Attempting to.  The Newfoundlands have pushed forwards and requested reinforcements.  I’m sorry about your friend.  May I tell you something that you probably already know?  It doesn’t do to dwell on it.  Hop on.  Make some space there.  Come on, in you get.” — Captain Smith

“The next bridge is six miles.  We’ll have to divert.  Of course.  Best of luck.  Corporal?  If you do manage to get to Colonel Mackenzie, make sure there are witnesses.  I know.  But some men just want the fight.  Driver!  Move off!” — Captain Smith

Private Cooke, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Anson BoonPrivate Cooke

“All right.  Here we go again, boys.  Is that a dead dog?  Butler.  Carry on with that story.  Was that meant to be Captain Beaufoy?  ‘Men, your rifle stocks are an embarrassment to the entire Expeditionary Force.’  You don’t know.  You barely even speak the bloody language.  Well, go on, then, Jondalar.  Give it a go.  Let’s see it.  Shite.  That is total shit.  Oy.  Could’ve taken my teeth out with that.  Arsehole needs driving lessons.  Yeah.  Here, driver, how about you try to keep it on the bloody road for a change?  How many?  Yeah, they’re probably right around the next corner.  Why don’t they just bloody well give up?  Yeah, they’re probably right around the next corner.  They’re retreating.  They’re miles back.  Got ’em on the ropes, at least.  Not another bloody tree.  Oh.  That’s a shame.  Good luck, Gov.  Don’t balls it up.” — Private Cooke

Private Rossi, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Kenny FullwoodPrivate Rossi

“Welcome aboard the night bus to fuck-knows-where.  Yeah.  There you go.  Come on, boys.  One, two, three.  Come on, boys!  One last push, yeah?!  One, two three!  Ooh.  Why did they send you on your own?  So now it’s down to you?  You’ll never make it.    Look at it.  Fucking look at it.  Three years fighting over this.  We should’ve just let the bastards keep it.  I mean, who machine-guns cows?  Bastards.  Still bastards.  Yeah.  Piss off.  No, they’re not.  They hate their wives and mothers.  And Germany must be a shithole.  Keep some of that luck for yourself, pal.  Think you’ll be needing it.”  — Private Rossi

Private Butler, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Tommy FrenchPrivate Butler

“You got a fag?  Oy.  Oh, yeah.  Right.  So, when we get off the train, Beaufoy comes up to us, and he’s having a right go.  ‘Lance Corporal, whatever one does, one never lets standards slip.’  Then Scott comes out of the latrine.  He wipes his hand on the back of Beaufoy’s jacket.  Shit all down his back.  Oh, piss off, you.  You can’t do any better.  Nah.  You got somewhere you need to be?  Who the fuck is he?  All right, come on lads.  Come on.  How long gone do you reckon they are?  Right.  Be a bloody miracle at this rate.  Oh, bollocks.  What’s up now?  Good luck, mate.” — Private Butler

Private Malky, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Ryan NolanPrivate Malky

“No.  He’s got a better grasp on it than you, Cooke.  You could do with a new set.  How come?  Huns with extra bullets.  Yeah, it’s not even our bloody country.  Good luck.” — Private Malky

Private Jondalar, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Nabhaan RizwanPrivate Jondalar

“You’re both bloody awful.  ‘Rossi!  Never in my 200 years as a soldier have I seen such a sorry excuse for a latrine pit.’  No.  Are you all right?  Why?  Jesus.  Clever.  They know if they don’t shoot the cow, you will eat it.  Why?  Worried we’ll catch up with them?  No.  We don’t.  I hope you get there.” — Private Jondalar

Private Singer

“Good luck.”

Colonel Collins, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Richard McCabeColonel Collins

“Oh, come on, Sergeant!  Put more men on the base.  At the trunk, it’ll be heavier there.  No, you’re not going to be able to just lift it.  Pivot the front end to the left.  Jesus, they don’t make things easy, do they?  They could at least have retreated with a bit of grace.  Bastards!  Sir.  You’re not one of mine.  Oh, for God’s sake.  Yes, yes, all right.  Come on, now.  You can get through there sideways.”

Private Parry

“You all right, mate?  Come on, help him.  Jesus.  What happened to him?  Was it the plane?  We saw the smoke.  Sir.”

Private Atkins

“Hey, it’s all right.  It’s okay.  Sir.”

Private Harrop

“No, sir.”

Driver

“Oh, piss off.  Bridge is down.”

Colonel Mackenzie, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Benedict Cumberbatch

Colonel Mackenzie

Lieutenant Joseph Blake, 1917, Universal Pictures, DreamWorks Pictures, Reliance Entertainment, New Republic Pictures, Neal Street Productions, Mogambo, Amblin Partners, British Film Commission, Screen Scotland, Richard Madden Lieutenant Joseph Blake


Captain Sandbach

2nd Devons Soldier

Private Kilgour

“Yes, sir.”

German Pilot

“Nein.”

Man in Distance

“Time for some tea!  Tea’s up!”

Comrade 1

“Coming through.”

Comrade 2

“Watch where you’re going.”

Comrade 3

“You’re going up the down trench, you bloody idiot.”

Comrade 4

“Jesus!”

Comrade 5

“Hey, mind us.”

Comrade 6

“Heads down, boys.  Come on, lads.  Keep digging.”

Comrade 7

“For God’s sake.  Careful there.  You’re stepping on the dead.  That’s our sergeant.  Be better washing them out of this dugout with a bloody hose.  The next bend, you’ll be standing on top of half of them.  Shot to hell two nights ago.”

Comrade 8

“Yes, Corp.  He was killed, couple of nights ago, Corporal.  Lieutenant Leslie has command.  Next dugout.”

Comrade 9

“Sorry, sir.”



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