Tomorrow, When the War Began

I'm not gonna hold back.

I warned the others

that I wouldn't.

Recording it like this

is so important to us.

I guess it's our way of telling

ourselves that we matter.

That we mean something.

Maybe...

some of the things we've done...

and the friends that we've lost...

hopefully it all makes

a difference somehow.

There's only one way to do this.

And that's to go back

to where it all began.

What, with Kevin? When?

Last night. He came over

to help with the shearing.

Some sheep got out

and dad went after them.

We were all by ourselves

for, like, 20 minutes.

- You did it in a shearing shed?

- In the bed of soft pure merino wool.

My God, you're such a nimpho.

You can talk, Ellie. What about you

and Steve at rehearsals last year.

- Oh please, we never went that far.

- Now... pinky swear not to tell.

Pinky swear? Is that not something

we stopped doing in second grade?

Corrie's been my best mate

for as long as I can remember.

Whenever I had a problem,

I'd go tell Corrie

and somehow, she'd always fix it.

- So, how was it?

- Well, not how I expected.

I feel different somehow.

Like a real woman.

I wanna do more, see more.

I wanna be more.

What would you wanna do?

How about a trip before

we get back to school?

- We haven't been

at the river in ages. - Sure.

Maybe dad will let us

have a Landrover.

Maybe Kevin can come with us?

- I see. You'd like to have more sex,

is that it? - No... Well, yeah.

Look, we'll get a bunch

of us together and...

if your dad lets us

have a Landrover,

we should go further up the river

than we've ever been before.

Even up to Taylor's Stitch.

And all the way into Hell.

Hell is on the other side of

Taylor's Stitch. Nobody goes there.

Yes. Why don't you go up the

river again? You always loved that.

Because we wanna go somewhere

we haven't gone before.

- Make it a real adventure.

- Why Landrover? Why not the bikes?

Or horses even. Like in an old

fashioned camp out. That'd be fun.

Guys, I'm not ten anymore.

Besides, if there was an emergency,

wouldn't you prefer that I had Landrover?

I don't know, Ellie.

It's a pretty big ask.

Like it or not, dad,

I'm turning 18 this year.

Don't you think it's time

I started showing initiative and...

independence and all those

other good things?

C'mon. It's just a couple of days.

What's the worst

that could possibly happen?

- But the show is on this weekend.

- So what?

Do you really care if your mom

wins best decorated cake?

Flip!

I always pictured Kevin in 20 years

being president of the Show Society,

- and bringing up his 3 kids.

- Alright.

- With Corrie, if she got her way.

- Anything for you.

And she usually did.

Please, tell him he can go to

the bloody show if he wants to.

There's plenty of guys

who'd kill to come with us.

- Come on, who else can we ask?

- Somebody fun.

Homer.

I'll see you next weekend, sunshine.

Homer grew up on the farm next to mine.

He was kind of like a brother to me.

He was always getting into trouble.

Both in school and out.

The new police sergeant

arrested him 3 times in one week.

Hey, sarge, how're you going?

Good?

That didn't slow down Homer.

- Alright. -Yeah?

How's the wife, is she good?

I think it was the proud

rebellious greek side of him.

He just didn't care what he did.

Or what anyone thought of him.

How about it?

Are you in or are you out?

Yeah, I'll have a go at that.

Just you girls going?

- Yeah, and Kevin. - It'll be good

for you to have a man around.

To do all the hard work for you.

Well, that's four. Anyone else?

What about Fiona Maxwell?

Fifi, out in the bush? Seriously?

Oh gosh! You really want me?

Fi was the only person I knew

under 60 who said 'gosh'.

Well, no. But our parents said

we had to bring someone along

with a little bit of class.

To balance out all us inbred rurals.

She lived in town,

but we liked her anyway.

Okay. Give me a sec

and I'll ask mom.

Mommy, can I please go camping

with the girls this weekend?

Camping, out in the bush? Seriously?

I'll admit it, Lee was an odd choice.

He was always working in his mom

and dad's restaurant, or of course...

... playing piano.

Everyone else thought he was strange.

I just thought he was interesting.

- May I take your order?

- No, sorry, I don't wanna order anything.

Is this for pick-up or for take-away?

No, I would like to speak to

your son Lee. Is he available?

- You have menu? - No. Yes I do,

but I don't wanna order anything.

- What you want?

- I want Lee.

Your son Lee.

I want Lee.

- I want Lee.

- This is Lee.

Good evening.

This is Ellie Linton.

I sat next to you in geography

last year. It was on tuesdays.

- I have... sort of longish dark hair.

- Yeah, I know who you are, Ellie.

Good. Well, some

friends of mine and I are...

We're skipping the show this weekend

and we're going camping instead.

I was... We were wondering if...

maybe... if you wanted to...

... come with us? Or not?

- No, that would be awesome.

- Really?

Oh, good. I'll put you down then.

- It was actually... - My mom

makes me go help out now.

Can you text me the details?

Yes, I can...

Yes. I'll do that.

- Alright. See you.

- B... bye.

Lee made it six. But dad said

we had to have eight.

Eventually we compromised on 7,

as long as Robyn was the 7th.

Sorry, Robyn.

If it was just you girls...

... but with boys?

Not without an adult present.

Of course, if parents ever had a daughter

they could trust, it was Robyn.

Well, the boys will be

in separate tents, dad.

And besides,

this camping trip isn't about...

... romance or anything. It's more

about getting back to nature.

You know, we're all kind of...

cooped up in this modern environment,

and I think this camping trip

will help me to help my friends

become closer to God.

Because we need to share

a spiritual connection.

If parents were present, I don't think

that I'd be able to reach these girls.

And these boys

as much as I would like to.

Are you alright, Fi?

You're looking a bit pale.

You look like you're gonna...

It's stuck in the back

of your throat, isn't it?

You're trying

to swallow it all down.

But it just keeps coming back up.

Okay, I got it.

- How much stuff do you need?

- Oh my God Ellie, look at this!

Wait, what is this? Makeup?

You never know

who you're going to meet.

Hey, you can see

Cobbler's Bay from here.

You can even see the Heron Bridge.

- How far do you reckon we've come?

- That was the easy part.

From here on, we walk.

Ready? On the count of three. One...

Give me a decent throw, sweetheart.

Let's go.

I meant to do that.

Homer, do you even know

where we're going?

There's a clearing up ahead.

This is very pretty for Hell.

I wonder how long it's been

since anyone's been down here.

I wonder if anyone has

ever been down here, I mean...

- why would anyone else've bothered?

- Maybe we're the first ones to see it.

- There's no reception. - What were

you expecting, broadband?

Couldn't hurt.

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