All language subtitles for Sunday.Too.Far.Away.1975.1080p.BluRay.x265-RARBG3_English

Can't bugger me.

J the Sundays of my life &

j are all the life I own j

j when Monday is too close for
me j

j to care j

j another view is green j

j and another road was longer j

j and friends always waiting &

j somewhere j

j the roads I didn't take j

j' I bid them all so long &

j while Sunday warms my blood &

j and cools my mind &

j and the dreams I thought were
true j

j are now mud beneath my
footprints j

j ten thousand ages j

j behind j

J but the nights can get you
down j

j and things won't stay
forgotten j

j with Sunday j

j too far away j

Well.

Good day, Ivy.

You're on holiday, I suppose.

On my way to the shed.

You were never ever coming back.

Look at him.

When I was a learner,
old garth was top dog.

He was a bloody shearer.

Someone should shoot the old
bastard.

Someone should
shoot the lot of you.

I'll drink to that.

How's Brisbane?

All right.

Just all right?

Good.

What'd you do up there?

Buy it up.

Gotta mind the ladies.

Afternoon.

I'm looking for Mr. king.

Mr. king?

Yeah.

I'm Michael Simpson.

Yeah?

The roustabout, I wrote to you.

Yeah?

Yes, Harvey.

Jesus.

Look, I'll be right over, all
right?

Vy?

Put lager up on him if you have
to.

I've come back but I'm
not gonna bust my gut.

I'm gonna shear nice and steady.

150 a day.

Ease up on my grog.

Put a little bit away.

Put a lot away.

I reckon in four years I can
have enough,

go down the coast, buy
myself a pony there.

What do you think of that?

Very commendable.

Do you believe me?

Yeah.

Foley?

Didn't Johnny Russell
ring aeromech downs in 51?

Was I there?

Johnny says you were.

If I was there, nobody beat me.

You mean you rung every
shed you worked at in 51?

That's right.

Every shed in the last 10 years.

Now that's stretching it a bit
far.

I don't remember meeting you.

My name's Frankie Davis.

Well, frank,

I don't recall that particular
shed.

Who said I was there?

Johnny Russell.

I was drinking with him last
week.

You know him?

Well he says you were
there and he beat you.

Only by a whisker.

Well, fancy that.

Now here's a man who doesn't
remember being at a shed

but he remembers ringing it.

Not bad, aye?

If I was there, I rung it.

Oh shit.

I was at aeromech downs in 51.

So was foley.

Yeah, so was Johnny Russell.

Who are you?

Frankie Davis from aeromech.

I just trucked some stuck over.

Who do your reckon rung that
shed?

Foley, of course.

You're foley's mate.

Yeah, that's right.

You say you trucked some stuck
over.

Is it your own truck?

Yeah, why?

Ivy?

You can make yourself
some money here, frank.

Look, here's 200 quid.

I'll pay for the call.

Ivy, you can call the cocky at
aeromech.

Ask him to look up his books for
1951.

We want to know who rung the
shed.

Was it foley or Johnny Russell?

Right.

If you can't match that, frank,

just drop your truck keys down.

Are you sure I was there?

Certainly.

80 quid.

I'll have a hundred on it
myself too.

Easy money.

Keys.

Johnny could've been
spinning me a tale, of course.

Either drop your truck keys
or piss off back to aeromech.

Hey.

I'm no gun shearer

and I got a better tally than
Johnny at aeromech downs.

The only fast thing about
Johnny is his mouth.

Foley would have a sheep shorn

before Johnny could remove
the fuzz from his own asshole.

Good to see you.

Stupid prick.

It's not funny.

I know it's not funny, mate.

Now I am really sorry
that I can't help you.

It's not your fault.

Why didn't you tell me
you were coming back?

How the hell was I to
know you're setting up

as a shearing contractor?

Not bloody psychic.

Cost us a fortune in
grog saying goodbye to you.

What do you want, a refund?

How did Trevor Burke get on to
you?

He wrote to me when I decided

to give the fish market the ass.

Trevor Burke?

Used to shear something
terrible.

I wouldn't work for him.

You've shorn for him.

I wouldn't now.

I might as well cut me throat.

Hey, Luigi?

One sharp knife, mate.

I'll use it too.

Look, Tim,

when I've done the shed for
Burke, I'll do one for you.

Fair enough?

You really think I'll
still be in business?

Come Monday, I'll be a laughing
stock.

You've only got yourself to
blame, mate.

Christ, you get a contract to
shed

and you haven't even got bloody
shearers.

I was fussy, that's all.

I wanted the best.

Look, I know you can't break
contracts,

I wouldn't ask you to.

You're right.

I can't break contracts, Tim.

Thanks, man.

Hey, look,

don't worry.

Good stuff.

Hey, foley!

What the bloody hell are you
doing here?

Tommy west.

Where's your mad booming mate?

Thanks, love.

What about foley, then?

Yes.

He's not back shearing.

He'd be a weak bastard.

Poor old Tim.

Giving me the shits.

Poor bugger, you oughta
feel sorry for him.

I've felt all the sorrow I'm
gonna feel.

Now he's giving me the shits.

He's always wanted to
be a shearing contractor.

He's been talking about it for
years.

Yeah, well now he's giving me
the shits.

Ease up.

Thanks, mate.

How long's your shear gonna
last, mate?

Six or seven...

Seven days.

Seven days?

That's a short one.

That's right.

I had the idea it was
gonna run for weeks.

Oh no.

What the hell are you worrying
about?

Me and basher don't start
for another 10 days,

we can help you out.

Of course, at the end,

you'll have to transport
us across to our shed.

If it's too much trouble, I
just thought I'd help you out.

Oh, no.

No trouble.

You can run them over, can't
you, Tim?

Yeah, sure.

What about you, foley?

Why don't you help Tim out?

You don't start for another
seven days.

Yeah, why not?

You're stuck.

You've got seven blokes,
all you need is one more.

The gate.

Oh.

Come on.

Will I close it now, Mr. king?

Of course you'll bloody close
it.

Would you mind telling me
where I am?

You're on your way to a shed.

I see.

Why should I be on my way
to a shed with you, Tim?

Don't you remember?

No.

Wake up, foley.

I'm awake.

Don't you remember last night,

begging Tim for a stay at this
shed?

I do not.

Well, you did.

You got on your knees, near
cried.

Didn't he, foley?

Tim, would you turn
around and take me back?

As you know, I have a
shed and I start tomorrow.

Well, I think you couldn't
stay off the grog long enough

to get out of town.

What're you doing now?

Going back.

Where's your sense of humour.

You and basher were also
black-birded.

It's a six week shed, not six
days.

You rotten bastard.

Full bloody mad with the grog.

Can't break contracts like that.

Christ, no.

I was looking forward
to seeing ugly too.

Was ugly gonna be there?

Oh, bloody hell.

You do have rum?

Ah, stuff it.

She's a bold terror of a day.

Yes.

Did they come
up with regulations?

Hey!

Hey! Hey!

It's not bad.

Hey, Tim.

Better loosen that rum you got
in there.

Yeah.

Mr. king?

Where will I sleep?

In your bed, last couple of
rooms.

Hey, Tim?

What?

What're you doing?

Playing with your doodle in
there?

Better get that bottle of rum
out here.

Good quarters.

Terrific.

Cocky's a bit of a wowser,
they tell me.

Is he?

Look,

I just wanna say something.

I'm pretty new at this
contracting business.

Too bloody right you are.

Well, there's one thing I know.

A good recommendation is
everything.

So we don't wanna do the wrong
thing.

Like, for example, getting
pissed

and took crook to start work
tomorrow.

Right?

Right.

Now you're gonna find it tough
enough

not having shore for five
months.

You too, garth.

Right.

Important thing is we
don't upset the cocky.

Hey, Tim.

Better winkle out another
bottle, mate.

Might need it.

Ugly!

You piss-weak pop!

Hey!

Good day, Berry.

How are you, Berry?

Not bad.

What do you want?

Chocolate milkshake or vanilla?

Very funny.

Good to see you, garth.

Nice to see you too, ugly.

Better roll your shed.

Ah, Teddy Smith.

Average 278.

Bastard was trying.

You shoulda been there.

He's an impossible bugger, that
Teddy.

First shed he's rung in his life

and now he's walking around
like his shit don't stink.

How'd you go anyway?

Average 203.

Oh, come off it.

Bloody did and rough sheep
they were too, I'm telling you.

It was New Zealand sheep,
perhaps.

Don't you pick on me, garth.

You're a gentleman.

Not like this riff-raff, here.

Give us the last of that bottle.

Arthur black.

Foley, heard of him?

Garth,

ugly,

Tom west,

basher Grant.

Where's Berry?

Hey, Berry.

Yeah?

Arthur black from new south
wales.

Good day.

Hello.

Bunk anywhere you can find
space.

Black Arthur, more like it.

Next room.

What's your name, son?

Jim.

Jim the learner.

Hello.

And how old are you, James?

20.

How many sheep you've shorn?

Five thousand.

When you've shorn another five
thousand,

you can call yourself a shearer.

That right?

That will be the cook.

Oh yeah.

Who is the poison?

Quinn.

Who?

Bloke named Quinn.

Look Tim,

we pay the cook.

We got a right to a good one.

Well, he's a good one.

Anybody hear of the poison of
Quinn?

Hear all that silence, Tim?

Hey,

you remember that cook
we had to get rid of

on that property in Jericho in
52?

He had one arm.

Oh, Christ, yeah.

Never heard of a one-armed cook.

He didn't last long.

We had to get rid of him.

Couldn't he cook?

Yeah, he was a good cook.

Wasn't he?

Meatballs, that was his
specialty.

Rissoles.

Beautiful rissoles, the
best I've ever tasted.

Until we caught him and
we had to get rid of him.

Doing what?

He had all the stuff
there, you know, the meat,

the onions,

and whatever other
secret ingredient he had

because they were beautiful
rissoles.

He'd pick up a lump of
the stuff and he'd go.

He'd knock about one every two
seconds.

It was a hotter day than today
too.

We kept finding his hairs
in the bloody rissoles.

We thought they were from his
head.

That Quinn?

Yeah.

Big bastard, isn't he?

Good day.

How many bottle of
lemon essence you order?

Half a dozen.

Well I ordered six bloody dozen.

You sure?

I got the list.

I haven't got it anyway.

Come on, meet the shearers.

If he can't cook,

he's gonna be a fair cow to get
rid of.

Bloke's bound to get cranky,

travelling on a hot day like
this.

Lemon essence man, is he?

What would he do with six
dozen bottles

of essence of lemon?

Tell him, Tim.

What would he do with six
dozen bottles of lemon essence?

I'll have a bit more
of that, please mate.

Wake up, you bastards!

Suppose we better elect a rep.

I suppose.

Meeting!

Uh...

Who's gonna be the rep?

Anyone want to?

How about you, foley?

No, mate, let someone else do
it.

Come on.

Who all's in favour?

Who's against?

Shit.

Boys.

The cocky...

Mis...

The owner of the property

wants to talk to you.

Morning.

I'm Mr. Dawson, the owner of
timberoo.

Mr. king assures me
that I've got before me

as good a bunch of shearers
as I'm likely to get.

I'm very pleased about that.

You'll be doing the rams first
up today.

My reason for talking to you is
to say

that timberoo is a stub
property.

One of those rams in there

won first prize at the
royal show last year.

We paid for him ten thousand
guineas.

Most of my others are worth
half that and more at auction.

You all know how easy it is

for a money hungry shearer
to incapacitate a ram.

Consequently, instead of
the usual double rate,

I've decided to pay double plus
a half.

What Mr. Dawson's saying is

these rams are worth a quid

so be careful with their pistols

and be careful with there
knickers.

Mr. king.

The learner will not shear the
ram.

No, of course not.

Careful.

Let him up!

Let him up?

I just got the bastard down.

Let him rest.

I want a meeting.

What about?

- The cocky.
- Right.

What about him?

He's driving us up the wall.

Hey, cut it out.

You're the contractor now.

What do you wanna do?

The men have had a vote.

They voted to ban him.

The cocky?

Yep.

From his own shed?

He's driving us mad.

If he carries on running up
and down like a headless chick,

the place will be ankle
deep in pedigree balls.

Anyway, that's the vote.

Wait a minute.

What am I gonna tell him?

Tell him to go home, put his
feet up and count his money.

Mr. Dawson.

Take it easy, you old bastard.

And yourself.

Been away from it too long.

See the cocky?

Bastard.

Bastard.

Tap it up!

Hey.

What did you do to that ram?

Mr. Dawson?

I think the shearer was
having a joke with you.

Take you water bag.

You all right?

How's garth?

All right.

Oh, there's a letter for mom.

On the mantelpiece.

What she say?

Nothing much.

I've forgotten what scum they
are.

I saw one of them this
afternoon.

An old shearer.

Outside the shed on his hands
and knees.

Yeah,

bloody contractor.

By god, they need taken down a
peg or two.

Psst.

What's the food like?

Pig's food.

How're you feeling this morning?

Better sew him up, son.

Get out of it.

Son, you wrote me you
shorn five thousand sheep.

You haven't done five.

What were you, a rousty?

Pack your things and get out.

Tell the kid how you
got you first shed, Tim.

Hired by a contractor like the
rest of us.

Take your time and
don't cut them to pieces.

Thanks, Mr. king.

We've gotta do something about
the cook.

He's getting worse.

What do you reckon he's
put on these sandwiches?

They're not bad.

Bull shit.

Right.

How long you been shearing?

20 years.

A bit more.

Where abouts?

Western new south wales.

Queensland.

All over, really.

First shed in this area, funnily
enough.

I'm buggered now.

Used to be able to go once.

I'm buggered now.

There's a good one for you.

Well what do you know?

Berry sheared exactly 140.

Hey, Tim, I think you made a
mistake with the last number.

159, that's right.

No, two about that.

What, Arthur?

189, same as foley.

Tim?

The men have had a vote.

Quinn goes.

You can tell him tonight at tea.

Tomorrow's Saturday.

Be back by Monday with a new
cook.

It's good.

No, it really is, try it.

He probably heard the whisper

that you blokes were
unhappy about the food

and made an extra effort
tonight.

Come on, at least try it.

The men had a meeting...

Guess we could have another
meeting.

Why me?

You're the rep.

What?

I was just picturing that Quinn.

He's a fella, isn't he?

I see you go and you're good,
son,

but I don't think you'd beat
that Quinn in a straight fight.

Listen,

if he was fighting clean
and I was fighting dirty,

I still couldn't beat the
bastard.

Yeah.

It's a pity that Tim didn't
supply Quinn

with more of the essence of
lemon.

Why?

It seems to me,

Quinn with lemon essence

would be an easier prospect

than Quinn without lemon
essence.

Mail truck tomorrow.

Mail truck tomorrow.

What time?

I bet by six.

What?

I'm a shearer.

Yes, I know, I've seen you.

What have you taken?

Essence of lemon.

A few bottles of essence of
lemon.

Why essence of lemon?

To get rid of the cook.

He drinks it.

It's mostly alcohol.

I'm not a thief.

You're a good imitation of one.

I left the money.

On the shelf.

Thank you.

I'd like to watch the shearing.

Sorry, love.

There's no women allowed in the
shed.

If 1 call my father,
you'll be off the property.

What's the matter with the cook?

His cooking.

Hey, Quinn.

Come here.

This breakfast...

Tastes like roast turd.

Get out!

That sure is a lot of mail.

Just one of the blokes loading
it.

You got the mail on there yet?

Just about.

I'll tell you, that Quinn,

meanest bugger I ever met.

You never were much
of a knuckle man, Tim.

Now if I see him on the trek,

I'll stop and give him a lift,

same as I would anyone else.

If he turns nasty, I'll flatten
him.

Right-o.

You're a brave man, Harry.

You have to be on this job.

See ya, Tim.

All right?

Mr. king will be down to
see you as soon as he can.

Hello there.

You could do with a nice wash.

Wentworth,

you are a sight for sore eyes.

And how's?

Naughty.

How's naughty behaving herself?

Of course we've just met,

but I think we'll get a
long very well together.

That's great.

Duck's on the pond!

Duck's on the pond!

Good morning.

Meeting.

Cocky's daughter
or no cocky's daughter.

She claims we owe her a favour.

You invited her.

You invited her.

What favour?

I told you,

she turned a blind eye
about the lemon essence.

Will you leave, please, miss
Dawson?

No.

Men are having a meeting.

You'll have to watch one run.

That all right by you?

Yes, of course.

Cut it out!

How about a haircut?

Cut it out!

Stay still

and we'll knock some of the wool
off you.

Come on!

Turn it up.

Put your leg in!

Thank you.

Saturday.

Stop!

Will you turn off the bloody
light!

One a little bit restless there

in his stall is sir chimes.

Settling down better now.

Shouldn't be long now before
the starter presses the button

to send them on their journey
of one and a half miles.

Easy.

Get him.

In the stomach.

You got him now.

Get him down again.

Get him down, come on.

Get him down again.

That's enough.

How long we been here?

About four weeks.

More like four fucking years.

The bonus of 10 percent

was introduced last year following
record prices for wool.

With a slump in prices this
year,

grazers have asked that
the bonus be removed.

This would reduced the
shearing rate for 100

from seven pounds 13 and nine

to six pounds, 18 and six.

Pig's ass.

Hey! Hey!

You're not clean.

What's that?

There's dirt on the leg.

That's not dirt, that's a stain.

That's been there for years.

You haven't
been on with the life?

Nope.

Today is my wedding anniversary.

You never told
me you were married.

Yeah, I've got a son.

He'd be 20 now.

Was he a shearer?

I brought him out when he was
15.

He spent one day

and hated it sure through.

Caught the train back to his
mother.

First I ever
heard of you being married.

My wife worked it out one day.

I spent with her three years in
21.

Three years old told.

That's for you, foley.

Where's your boy now?

I heard last year

he took on down to Sydney

working in window dressing or
something.

I wend down to Sydney

spent a whole month there.

By crikey, foley,

there's an awful lot of
shop windows in Sydney.

Did you find him?

Hey?

Nope.

Don't forget
to turn out the light.

Sunday.

Jack of it, mate!

What's wrong?

You're a bloody alcoholic.

You don't mean that.

Hopeless old drunk.

Fucking piss pot.

I had a few drinks

just like any shearer.

You don't mean that.

You've always been a very
good friend of mine, foley.

Bloody Sunday.

Yeah.

Not too long to cut out.

Tim reckons...

Next Tuesday or Wednesday.

Yeah.

I think I'll go and take a
look at tomorrow's sheep.

Right.

You coming?

Huh?

We're going over to take
a look at tomorrow's sheep.

I'll just carry on with my
letter.

What's the matter with you,
Berry?

What do you mean,
what's the matter with me?

Nothing the matter with me.

You queer or something?

I'm not queer.

You're always writing letters.

Who do you write letters to?

My wife.

God bugger me.

What the bloody hell's wrong
with you?!

Hey.

Go and fetch old garth, will
you?

Finish the one you're on
and then we'll call it a day.

Good morning.

My father wants to know if
whether you're

going to be resuming work
this afternoon or tomorrow.

Bloody tomorrow!

Just put him in the back on
the canvas.

Slide him in, that's the way.

Where's the proper vehicle?

In use.

Old Mrs. Taylor's got the use of
it today.

Couldn't you have gotten
another one?

Yeah, from Smithfield.

I've got an arrangement there.

Would cost you 50 quid this way.

Why didn't you?

For old garth?

If it would've been
for the fucking cocky,

you'd have done it!

Yeah too right,

but then I'd known I'd get paid
for it.

But don't worry.

He won't fell no bumps.

Hey.

Now if I hear that on the way
into town

old garth has found his
was into the back again,

I'll come looking for you.

Right?

Remember walking away from
the orphanage every Saturday.

Every Saturday down the road

And took me to town.

I remember when I was 20 in
Brisbane,

down from the shearing,

out in the bar of the toughest
pub

and the toughest man in the bar,

Jackie sarrasin.

Big one, Jackie.

Orphy.

He sent me over a beer.

He gave me a lot of respect

and I was 20 and a shearer.

I was a gun shearer.

Last day, thank Christ.

Yeah.

We could use that up here any
day now.

Foley?

Have you been here all night?

No.

Got here early.

Couldn't sleep.

Bloody room too hot.

Be in town tonight.

With a bit of luck.

You better pull your socks up,
boy.

Or stop mucking about.

Haven't you been trying?

Oh, you cunning prick.

What's this then?

I don't know.

What's this?

I saw a bloke do this
once in a shed in Victoria.

I've never seen it.

I'm not sure it's allowed.

They allow it in Victoria.

What's the idea of it?

The idea is he doesn't have
to switch off between sheep.

The cooking oil stops it from
burning out.

That wouldn't save you much.

Save you some.

I suppose we can have
a meeting about it.

See if it's allowed.

I don't give a stuff.

Sure?

Unless you'd have a meeting.

Nah, stuff it.

I've got some news for
you blokes.

Tim tells me the courts just
ruled on the prosperity bonus.

And?

We've lost it.

They've handed you pennies.

I think there's gonna be a bit
of strife.

Every shed in the last 10 years.

If I was there, nobody beat me.

That's right.

Every shed in the last 10 years.

Every shed in the last 10 years.

If I was there, nobody beat me.

That's right.

Every shed in the last 10 years.

That's right.

10 year.

Sheep-0?

Faster on cross bridge.

So am I, mate.

Sevens to me, sevens.

Under, under.

Throw me under.

Sevens, sevens, sevens, sevens!

What you got here, four?

No more bets.

No more bets.

Forget it.

Place your
bets! Place your bets!

Stupid.

How much did you lose?

A lot.

You know,

we're odds on the strike, don't
you?

How much did you lose?

Only a couple hundred.

Tim's getting a bit wobbly
around the knees about all this.

He reckons we should take
what the courts says.

Otherwise they'll bring in scab
labour.

There's been trouble up north
already.

What do you think?

I don't.

All I know is here I am again
with me ass out of me tweeds.

Why don't you ask your mate,
black Arthur?

He's gone.

And I'm going too.

Do you know where I'm going?

Back to the fish market.

Then why don't you piss off
and annoy some other bugger?

Hello, foley.

Frankie Davis, remember?

I hear you got done.

Now we'd appreciate it

if you all went back where you
came from.

I hate you to think
you got us outnumbered!

The town's chockablock
full of stinkin' shearers.

On strike!

We're just the welcoming
committee!

You're scabs!

That's what you are!

You're the lowest form of life!

That was piss weak.

We got company.

Beer for 30 thereabouts?

Stuff 'em, Ivy!

They'll wreck the place.

I don't serve scabs.

J the Sundays of my life &

j are all the life I own j

j when Monday is too
close for me to care j

j another view was screened j

j and another road was longer j

j and friends always waiting &

j somewhere j

j the roads I didn't take j

j' I bid them all so long &

j while Sunday warms my blood &

j and cools my mind &

j and the dreams I thought were
true j

j are now mud beneath my
footprints. J

j ten thousand ages j

j behind j j»