All language subtitles for Melba Episode 1 & 2 (1988 Australian Series)

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When did I start singing?

I can never remember a time when I was not singing.

My first singing teacher and my last were pupils of Manuel Grafia,

the greatest teacher of them all.

Madam Kristin taught me at the Presbyterian Ladies College in Melbourne.

She said my voice had a quality which resembled a violent tones of yarn,

kubiliki.

That's kubiliki.

Hear him?

My most successful record.

Throughout my life, there has been one man who meant more to me than all others.

One man who's praise I yearned for, who's character I wish to emulate.

One man.

My father.

His story of his life is a romance.

Not much more than twenty.

He boarded a ship in Scotland for Australia.

His mother gave him two hundred gold softwares for the journey.

A shipboard mutiny left him robbed of all but one old sovereign.

From the first he saw that Melbourne was a city that would grow.

A growing city needs bricks, he said to himself.

And why should I not make those bricks?

And he did make them.

He built cool sand.

Our home in Burnley Street, Richmond.

He supervised the construction of some of Melbourne's most important buildings.

My father approved of my interest in music but he did not wish for to sing in public.

I was studying with Katie Chakey, an Italian opera singer.

The father did not approve.

But I had a positive passion for playing the piano and the organ.

I took organ lessons at St. Peter's, piano lessons at Alice Music Warehouse in Collins Street.

I seldom sang in public.

You played very well.

I'm not sure I sang my part correctly.

You were on the note.

Thank you.

Milly.

Yes, Frederick.

Oh, Mac.

Thank you.

You look tired, buddy.

No, no, no.

You're the rest before dinner.

We're the boys.

I've had up to some mischief. I'll be mown.

Where's my music?

Oh, I've got it.

Don't you see it?

Give it to me.

Oh, sin.

What do you think?

What do you think?

Nothing much.

He's so faint.

He has such a lovely smile.

That is nice and sad.

Mr. Reed said you played very well.

Did he?

He said you'd pretty much care.

What we're about to receive,

and for all the bounties of the earth,

the rewards of our labor and the care of our souls,

the Lord make us truly thankful.

Amen.

Amen.

We go to Cave Hill on Saturday, Laddies.

Saturday.

Oh, goody, goody.

We have a big boy.

We'll go riding.

What does he learn?

David, what?

That would be wonderful, Daddy.

Hey, hey, hey.

Talk.

That was a treat.

Nellie looked very nice today in her new clothes.

Did she now?

You know you'll never get anywhere there.

Mother, I will miss my lesson with senior Chakey

if we go to Cave Hill.

You are mine, but I shall.

Mother, you promised.

And senior Chakey's the best teacher in Melbourne.

I know it's important, dear, but one day it won't hurt.

Oh, Mother, you don't understand.

What's that?

Nothing, David.

Singing lessons.

What's the good in that?

You sing very nicely.

It's satisfied.

Music classes, art classes.

But more do you want.

Music is as important as mathematics.

Art is as important as natural history.

Oh, that's just what they say at school.

You learn singing to become a professional singer.

No daughter of mine will do that.

Oh, David.

Nellie doesn't want to be a professional singer.

She could be.

Yes.

She could play the piano professionally, Mr. Reed said so.

Enough.

We go to Cave Hill next Saturday

and there'll be no more talk about singing lessons.

What are you going to do about Mr. Chakey?

It's in your cheeky.

He's an Italian.

Our rights women ask him to see me on Friday.

Daddy won't like it.

Music

Oh, I'm a snake!

Stand back.

Stand back.

It's a big one. Have a look at him, Charlie.

Get away!

Look out, Frank. It might bite you.

Dad, it's dead.

Come on, Dora.

It's all right.

I wasn't scared.

But why did you run away then, you stinking baby?

I didn't.

The train is through to Box Hill.

And it's but a matter of months before all would hit a lily-dell by way of Ringwood.

Then I'll be able to meet the demand for limestone as never before.

It's remarkable, David, what you've done.

I always knew Melbourne would grow beyond the body's wildest dreams, Nellie.

A growing city needs bricks.

Why shouldn't I make those bricks, says I?

And so he did.

So I did.

Were you by my side?

Dance, Ringman, dance, Ringman. Ringman, he can't dance at all.

Dance, he, man, no, no, no.

Ringman, he can't dance at all.

You don't have a ring on your finger.

That's because I'm not married, Tora.

I wonder if I have all been.

Of course you will.

Tinker, Taylor, soldier, sailor, rich man, poor man.

Oh dear.

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me not.

He loves me, he loves me, he loves me not.

Well, I hope he's a rich man.

Sid wants to be a shear in the river, Ena.

That is dream.

Freddie Pasco has at least 500 pounds a year until he's 25 and then after that a great fortune.

I'm Dutch, Mary C.

Why did you know, Mother?

Because I fell in love with your father.

Oh, that's what I want to do.

All in love.

Look!

My face!

Oh, my God!

Oh, come on.

Oh!

Ours!

o economic!

Aw, wait!

Bye-bye.

Oh, son of God, look!

It's okay.

Oh, yeah.

I hold it.

There is a bull on the head.

What?

I have some.

Thank you.

I'm sorry.

Jewish in singing 32 shillings.

You do realize, of course, my dear young woman,

that lessons are something for which one pairs.

Signor Ojeki is not conducting a charitable institution.

Of course, Miss Dawson.

But if you be so kind as to wait just a little longer,

I think one has waited quite long enough.

I have sent an invoice to your father by special delivery this morning.

Oh dear.

Come, my little diva.

It's time for your lesson.

Your voice, it is the most wonderful, the most precious instrument.

It is like the violin, soft and pure,

and sometimes like a trumpet, loud and strong.

Always, always the nightingale.

Oh, I hope I'm as good as you say, Signor Ojeki.

You are good.

How good?

Eh, how good, how good. You are good.

You are not Adelina Pate.

Pate.

La divira, la fantasia, la pugrande diva.

You know, she sing, l'chia de la vermour, when she's only your age.

L'chia de la mour.

L'chia, she love, Edgardo.

Edgardo, she love L'chia.

They swear eternal love, amour eternal.

But L'chia's brother,

he force her to marry somebody else.

And in the wedding night, she take the dagger.

And she kill.

She kill her, she see the blood.

The blood on her hand, on her dress.

And she come down, she come down and see the guests.

And they look at her, she go mad, and she sing.

L'chia, sua, because when you swallow,

t'a, ma pue la vauder, ma pue la vauder,

ma pue la s'an, deshais aum.

L'chia, sua,

edgardo, yotis aum.

An account, if you fleece, tuition, and singing.

Thirty-two shillings for lessons,

and you're nothing about it.

Nelly has a gift for music, it will be wrong to neglect it.

My dear girl, neglecting it, she studies the piano,

she plays the organ every Sunday,

one more to expect from this gift for music.

If our first one had lived, you had had hope for him.

Of course.

And now your folks for Frank?

Indeed, I have.

Well, I have hopes for Nelly.

What's that got to do with this Italian fellow, Ketchio?

Whatever his name is.

He's a very good teacher.

Of opera singers.

D'youberly dickulous, David.

Hello?

I've paid him, but he'll know I've another penny here to me.

David?

Do you want it to go on the stage?

Don't be ridiculous.

Oh, it's come over me.

Mother, what is it?

It's just a sun.

Oh, yes, the sun is so hot.

Yes, it's a heat.

I'll get you some water.

It's the heat.

Yeah, I think this is cool.

No, no, no, no, thank you, dear.

I'm quite better now.

Nelly, would you mind very much if you had to stop your lessons with Mr. Cheki?

But he's so pleased with me.

I'm sure he is.

Mother, why doesn't Daddy want me to sing?

He wants you to sing.

A song after dinner or an old Scots ballot when he's feeling homesick.

But he wouldn't want to sing.

He wants you to sing.

I'll sing with you.

I'll sing with you.

I'll sing with you.

There is a Walter

listening.

Please, say please upstate my own.

See my way!

There is a deal I can do.

Sugar!

That's the thing.

Sugar's making meat profits in Queensland.

I think Lily Dale is more to my taste, Mr. Coley.

The railway put through I'll be producing more limestone than ever.

Well, if you ever change your mind, it's builders they need up there.

The sugar grows itself.

The island labor harvested.

But the mills are not good enough.

Poorly constructed.

Look, gentlemen, I've just been to Port Macau.

That's the center of it.

The men like John Ewan Davidson, Hume Black,

Scots like yourself, Mitchell.

And you won't believe this gentleman.

The 13th Earl of Winshelcy and his brother, Harold Finch Hatton.

A visitor up there.

That is the grants.

Good Lord.

No, they've planted in the West Indies, Demerara, Java.

But Queensland is the best proposition.

Sugar, you see.

That's a lot of cheeky.

I must protest. I never heard of such a thing.

Macau protest to protest.

The Miss Dawson.

Nally has the talent to become the great singer.

But lessons on credit.

Oh, free of charge, all I can say.

Oh, charge, all I can say.

Faster!

Then be it on your own head, Mr. Cheke.

There was no warning.

Even with advanced kidney disease,

the symptoms are often mild and vague until a very late stage.

You said nothing about this before, man.

Yes, I have.

Many times.

And this is how it will be with her.

She knows it.

She knows everything.

Hey, come quick!

Your mother's too bad.

David.

Here at last.

How's the journey?

Oh, with enough, Madeir.

How is it, Sabella?

She needs rest.

And Lord knows that's something I've always said.

May the sweet angels protect her.

Bye.

There you are.

I'm busy.

Honey, I swear if mother gets better,

I'll never say bad things will criticize anyone ever again.

As God is my witness.

Muddiers.

Hey!

There's my brave boy here.

There's a big order.

Hello, Aunt Lizzie.

Nally.

Oh, you see.

I'm so glad you're here.

The children are so quiet.

I want David to worship.

The Lord will do the opposite of what you want them to.

It's human nature.

She was a foolish girl not too told.

They were just made no difference.

And I've always been happy.

So, how do you feel?

So happy.

I'm glad Annie and Nally are grown up.

There'll be no talk of letting go.

My dear.

I should never mention it, Lizzie.

I didn't realize.

Paid more mind to business than to her.

Suffering in silence.

It was never a complaint.

And then only the other night I spoke to her so sharply.

There's nothing but lessons and this and that I said.

And to what end?

Now the words burn in my brain.

These were the very things she wanted herself as a lassie.

And could not have.

David.

Don't you tea.

Ah.

We barely have.

Ah.

What the devil is this?

It's a fear.

It's a witness.

Ah.

His father's a wonderful man.

And I love him dearly.

I know that way.

He started with nothing at all.

It's the cold sovereign.

Flemes Anco Jimmy of Abolimno.

I look at him now.

Really?

Look at him now.

Maybe I have another treasureist.

She must always look after fear.

Oh, mother.

Oh.

I didn't see the breath of a wild eyes.

He's a valor.

Amen.

The breath will come but free.

Help of the helpless.

Come by with me.

Be thou thyself.

If thou thy glazing eyes.

Shine through the glum,

and bind me to the skies.

And his morning makes,

and lets me shout as please.

In thy

indestible

Lord of

Thy

We.

I'm very sorry about,

about your mother.

See this?

A sovereign.

I ain't just any sovereign.

Your father gave it to me when I told him I was pushing off.

What will you do, Sid?

Get out of the city, that's for sure.

I'll go shearing.

To make your fortune.

Yeah, that's it.

One day.

And, uh...

I'm sorry about that.

Kissing you that time.

You must always look after there.

I carried out my mother's wish.

The old cot was moved into my room.

And then, only a few months later,

there was seized with a dreadful illness.

One night as I lay dozing,

a third person appeared in the room.

My mother.

She moved towards my sister's cot.

She made a strange sweeping motion with her hand.

Those are the facts.

I do not seek to explain.

My father was heartbroken.

Dear Aunt Lizzie,

promised to look after the children.

My father, Annie, and I

sailed to the tropics

to Macai

to Farneen, Queensland.

They're out.

They're just out.

There they are.

Please, please.

Come on, let's...

Come on, little bit.

Anant, I have you here, Mr. Mitchell.

Mr. Dave.

Mr. Davidson.

My daughters, Nellie and Annie.

How do you do, Mr. David?

Good to meet you.

Welcome to Macai.

My father is with Johnny.

How was your voyage?

Rough seas, of free, for island.

Nor the lakes.

Thank you, sir. That's the main thing.

Well, Thomas, here he is.

Thomas, January, Mr. David Mitchell.

Mr. Mitchell.

This is Mr. Chateway.

Hi, Mr. Mitchell.

Hi, Mr. Chateway.

Hi, Mr. Armstrong.

How'd you do?

Thank you, Mr. Armstrong.

Mr. Chateway, I visited his chai.

Oh, where from?

England, originally, by the time I've come visit.

Hi, there, Tom.

On a

dropping.

Here we go, Kane.

I want you to make us look quite at home here.

Breathe in the tropic air.

We'll restore it here.

This is your room.

I hope you'll find it comfortable.

Oh, it's lovely.

Yes, it is.

There's a pleasant breeze in the afternoon.

Sissy will come at the bell.

Don't you, Sissy?

What are those?

Mosquito nets.

Some of the eat you alive.

I'm delighted, Thomas.

Thought I'd be delighted.

I've had the devil's own job getting him up here.

This is Mr. Mr. Miller.

Mr. Miller.

How do you do?

I'm Mr. Creswell.

Sir?

Mrs. Black.

How do you do?

Mr. Armstrong, you've met.

Mrs. Hewitt.

Hello.

Rom, Mr. Mitchell.

You'll take a glass.

Overproof, but, uh, smooth as body you'll find.

It's distilled here on the plantation.

It's as good as the best Jamaica.

No?

Better.

To a successful visit, Mr. Mitchell.

You're good health.

The man will build the mill we need.

Yeah.

There's no end of wonders.

We've created a world of our own here, Mr. Mitchell.

It's...

It's...

Different, as you say, Mr. Davidson.

Things grow like magic here.

Every stick that's stuck in the ground seems to take root.

A tree came from Java.

The cat's thriving.

How long has Mr. Armstrong been in the car?

Only a few months.

He's the youngest son of the late Sahavi Armstrong of Gallon.

He's a country, King's County in Ireland.

He...

He drives like a bushman born to the saddle.

He's an adventurer.

I came here.

Driving cattle with Tom Chatterway and William Creswell.

He's a handsome young man.

Don't you think?

He's a terrible thing to see a human being running for his life.

But at least galloping after him and to hear the crack of the carbines.

But the only way of ensuring the lives of life is to show they cannot be attacked with impunity.

Well, there it is.

Two grams full of meat.

We're producing 110 tons of meat.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm not sure.

I'm using 110 tons of meat.

Hello?

Hello?

Don't come argue with your man.

It's as plain as the gnolls on your face.

The scoundrel who drills the hole,

scurries the bolts up the ladder with him.

He rams the things through.

He tightens them with a spanner,

and then he comes down the ladder.

Otherwise, he doesn't get paid.

Right?

Three months, I said.

Three months, it should be.

We are running behind time, Mr. Oke.

I'm sorry, Sarpa, who don't have the skin.

Well, that's no use to me.

Oh, that's the worst.

Oh.

Oh.

Is it not?

Hello, Mr. Armstrong.

Hello.

Did you write me, special?

Oh, yes.

We'll come writing with you tomorrow morning.

I'll start early, because it's too hot.

Your system has come to a cause.

Oh, of course.

It's also unexpected.

I know.

Mr. Davidson's an Oxford graduate.

And Mrs. Davidson knows a lot about music.

It certainly makes Melbourne seem a bit ordinary.

Charles Armstrong practically has a title.

Oh, not that this entire family goes west in a railway accident.

Why do they call him Kangaroo Charlie?

I don't know.

Something about boxing.

Boxing?

I'm singing that song.

Mrs. Davidson says that Charles is practically engaged to a girl named Adelaide Baker.

It is, they practically.

Practically engaged.

Well, that's no reason why Charles shouldn't take me writing.

Well, he could have invited me, too.

The David's little name, the David's little name.

When you learned about sugar.

And the workers come from the Pacific Island.

It was by choice, I'm afraid.

Mind your head.

Oh, what a perfect woman.

A little further on, as it's been, in the river.

In the street of Spat.

It's wonderful.

Further on, the forest shuts you in.

It's giant trees and very thick undergrills.

Sounds exciting.

I prefer open country.

I don't like feeling Indian.

I love it here the way people always doing things.

Everyone's inspired to explore.

Mr. Davidson found a completely new kind of tropical plum tree.

And even had it classified by the Raw Botanic Gardens.

In cue.

Charles says in Jamaica, Mr. Davidson actually discovered a comet.

Just imagine.

That's what I want to do.

Discover something new.

Something all my own.

I want to tell you that although I am rarely 2000 miles from Melbourne.

I am not forgetting my singing.

I manage to practice every day.

I shall not be home for months or two.

So could you please send me six or seven nice English songs as the people here do not understand Italian?

My father is very busy here with his building enterprises and I am enjoying myself.

I go out either riding, driving or yachting every day.

Will you please give my love to Miss Dawson?

So shall time for the thoughts so we can joy once more shall live and ring.

And the harp so long for second is its dal se tones again.

And the harp so long for second is its dal se tones.

Again.

Adlitzing sweet bud, sing sweet bud.

Let me listen to the string.

Sing sweet bud.

Sing sweet bud.

Sing sweet bud.

Sing sweet bud.

Sing sweet bud.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Sing sweet bud.

Sing sweet bud.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Let me listen.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

Sing.

When are you going home?

To England. I don't think about it.

Are you going to stay here?

They're staying well very long.

Charlie, how can you resist it?

Life here is so exciting.

Mr. Davidson says they need a manager of the Marian Mill and daddy says there's a great future in sugar.

Do you want a future in sugar?

I want a future with you.

I'm there.

The men call you kangaroo Charlie.

There's no malice in the name.

The Irish temper gets the better of you, they tell me.

We arm strungs at the least troublesome sort of Irish.

We originally come from Scotland and have a farm in Sussex.

What money have you?

Very little.

Enough.

No good enough from me lad.

There's a matter of principle I never borrow. I never land.

I want Nellie's hand in marriage, that's all.

There's a deal of confusion in my daughter's mind about whether she should keep on with her music.

There's another expected something of the sort.

Marriage would put an end to that talk, believe me.

I intend to begin planting on my own account as soon as I can.

Of course.

But you've no land of your own.

You're both headstrong.

But therefore you don't lose your tempers on the same day.

Is that all, sir?

I don't think so.

Well...

I think he said yes.

But if he didn't say no, he means yes.

It's all happening, sir.

I'm so happy.

My work here is a bit finished, sir.

I built our passage through to Brisbane then on to Melbourne.

How soon?

A bit weak and a half.

Oh, I'm not coming with you.

I'm engaged to be married. I can't wait for Charles 2000 miles away.

We have decent appearances to keep up.

Your good, sir.

The family mourning still?

At the proper time, they can be married to Dune, sir.

How could we tell good people like the Davison's,

says to be a rushed wedding in Mackay? What would they think?

We could have acquired wedding in Brisbane and then come back here

before the onset of the wet season.

Everything must be done before the rains.

There are prospects for Charles here,

and you do have faith in sugar planting, don't you?

There are opportunities now. He mustn't miss them.

Of course I mean their disrespect to mother's memory.

Mother would say, what about your music?

I have to give that up.

I shan't. People like my singing here.

After so short a time, can you be sure?

Will you show with mother?

Hey.

Is it?

Yeah.

So it's Brisbane.

Right?

Well, if you do one, it's time I'm down.

Is he a joke?

He's not even a lord.

Actually, he's a prince, but that's our secret.

Was he a fraud before she kissed him?

No, no, no!

Ah!

Ah!

Ah!

Damn!

Your prize pupil is very senior, Jakey.

Miss Nellie Mitchell is now a Missy's arms charm.

She sends you her love. She sends me her love,

so she is very happy, so much for your promise of free lessons.

And, incidentally, no suggestion of payment for the songs once sent her.

Oh, my love.

I love it.

Oh, it's so pretty. I've hidden away from everything in the world.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Ow!

Aye!

Oh!

Dude, actually...

Come on!

Dude, I'm talking about everything!

Em...

Oh!

You're talking about everything!

Oh!

Dude!

Oh!!

Hey!

Jean?

Who's lost?

The one in the...

Host!

Yes, it's gonna be Master named...

judge?

That's sisters!

Hey!

Sir!

Come here.

Come here.

I've got a job at the house.

Clearing some lamb.

See a teat.

He's the one you want, Mr. Armstrong.

It's like him good job, Mr. Borsman.

Hey, Gubby, go, sweet potato.

It's very good for lady.

Two bloody through him, good job.

You get up to the house and do as the boss tells you.

Or I'll kick you in the behind.

Most good.

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Dad, push the leg again!

Get away!

No good, Bawtham.

You're a boy and I love Jesus, Mrs.

Esther says he threw the machete at her.

Good God, that's a serious charge.

What's she heard?

No, no.

Didn't her he see it?

Yes, she says Esther's exaggerating.

That's not the point.

Bawtham sent me in the morning.

I'll give him a little something to think about.

Oh, Bawtham's a good chap.

Why make his life any more miserable than it already is?

We have to teach these natives civilization.

Although never do the work properly.

There's a touring opera company coming to time.

The Montague Turner Company.

They're performing the Bohemian Girl in Fastest.

We must all go as a party.

No, that's not much of an opera house, I'm afraid.

No box.

And I dreamt that one who left no host

came forth my hand of a pain.

But I also dreamt which jumped me most.

That you loved me still the same.

But you loved me.

You loved me still the same.

But you loved me.

You loved me still.

The same.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Thank you.

Many, many thanks.

I should remind you that this coming Friday evening

we shall have the honor of performing for you the opera,

Faust, by the illustrious French composer Charles Gunny.

For those who come to Ogun and Hoot,

this is the immortal story of an old wise but vain philosopher

who seeks the love of a beautiful maiden.

He sells his soul to the devil.

For those of you who can read,

once more I implore you to study your program,

you will find the story concisely and clearly encapsulated

for your further edification.

We'll be going back to Melbourne for another season at the beach.

Adding minions to the rent of that.

Do you know it?

No.

Oh, me music.

Oh, yeah.

I believe you know my singing teacher, little Jackie.

Peter, take me a horse.

Came out here on tour with Agatha States.

A bit past his prime, I'm afraid poor man.

States.

What ridiculous names these foreign artists choose.

It doesn't state her real name.

Oh, Lord, no.

States.

United States.

Oh.

Like Emma Nevada.

Used to be Emi Wicksome.

Madam Arbani.

Arbani.

Trans-Canadian.

Named us off after a river in Ontario.

Bianca Bianca used to be Bertha Schwartz.

So you're a pupil of Chekes.

You must sing for me.

I'm a little bit more

than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

My dear, that was ravishing.

You could make your name on the stage.

Do you think you are in a place like this with such a voice?

My life is here in Macai.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more than a little bit more.

Follow me!

Save me!

I'm a little bit more than a little bit more!

Oh, my God, the brain should not be

Coming home the Versus

Look be free for someone that is

to call upon your own Mrs Armstrong to sing.

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It's a peaceful day.

Oh, see, sing arms we did to chill,

when thy music's solace will bring.

Thou wilt not lie, I should stop feeling,

spring of love, love only sing.

Those who are in love, are thy drawing a thrilling,

his heart long desponding with little feeling.

Oh, sing, sing arms we did to chill,

sing arms our love only sing.

See, see

Oh, sing arms our love only sing.

Oh, sing arms our love only sing.

So long as the beauty, I can never stand.

Oh, sing arms our love only sing.

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Did you really think I was good? Yes.

The words, wasn't I? Yes, you were.

Were you proud of me? Not particularly.

Making a spectacle of yourself on a public stage.

It's hardly the thing, you know. Charles.

Everybody loved me. The turn is there, I could make a career.

But they're travelling sackus. They're artists.

They're opera singers. They're stupid, painted, bloody opera singers.

Is that what you want to be? I thought you loved it here.

What about your glorious future as a plantation owner's wife?

I'm sorry, I didn't mean it.

You sang very well.

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We're going to be performing.

We're going to be in the standing behind.

We're going to be home this year.

We're going to be in the standing behind.

We're going to be in the old chedaway.

We're going to be in the junior, mate.

We're going to be in the middle.

APPLAUSE

APPLAUSE

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

Come on, let's go.

APPLAUSE

What a night.

How are you feeling?

What?

Sad.

Oh.

I hate this bloody place.

You thought it was for like that.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

I hate this bloody place.

You thought it was for like that.

Man?

Who?

Everything you bloody feel.

LAUGHTER

LAUGHTER

Open.

He's a beautiful boy.

I've trapped Charlie.

I love him so.

But he's unhappy.

And it's all my fault.

Nelly.

It is.

I wanted us to be so happy, to be like you.

It's all my fault.

You are a very strong young woman, stronger than you know.

Charles loves you.

Together you must...

You must learn to compromise.

I know.

You will discover what's right for both of you.

You see?

There.

The perfect Armstrong.

He's all you.

Your eyes, your mouth.

And they say your lungs.

It's a queer to think that a year ago I never even knew you existed.

Why didn't you ask your sister Annie to come?

I could with Charles.

Yes, it's a splendid idea.

All my ideas.

I'm so happy for both of you.

Charles is late.

I never dreamed that the rains are heavy.

It'd be so hot.

You're all happy.

Aren't you now?

Hey.

What about Charles?

Who knows?

He doesn't like being hemmed in.

Oh, nonsense, Nelly.

He loves it here.

And he dirts on the baby.

We have that, Lenny.

I'm glad you came.

But Charles is so odd sometimes.

You have no money.

Daddy would lend you some I could ask you.

No, Annie, you mustn't. Not that.

I never thought a woman could cut so deep.

You mean you love her too much.

She doesn't look to me to leave for the things.

She doesn't need a man to move from away.

No!

Oh, then.

Me and I should be.

Me and I can't be.

What do you want to do with your life?

I don't think about it.

Are you happy here?

Not particularly, are you?

I feel trapped.

Oh, my dear, so do I. What shall we do?

Well, there is something I can do.

It's Nelly's letting my voice go to waste.

The piano's here all so bad. It isn't possible to sing properly.

I want to go to Melbourne as soon as possible.

I've written to sing your shaky.

He will help me.

Just like that.

You know what they say about singers?

I was always a singer.

Oh, I don't wish to be married to one.

Then you are in a pickle.

Now to business.

My husband is quite agreeable for me to adopt music as a profession.

Of course, I would like to study for the opera.

But would have to be earning money at the same time.

Perhaps we could resume our agreement as I shall be unable to pay you.

Or sometime.

Well, there is someone who's on the march.

Congratulations, Mitchell.

The governor has confirmed the appointment.

Well done, Mitchell.

The Indian and Canadian exhibitions are reality.

It's a great honor.

You'll be going to England.

You'll meet your son-in-law's family in the old country, I suppose?

Eh, the Armstrongs?

How's young Armstrong progressing?

Sugar's booming.

He's at the center of things.

It would be hard for young men not to do well in these times.

I'm a grandfather, as gentlemen.

A bunny we bear named George.

Is his arm strong as keeping well?

Splendidly.

I had a letter from her sister, Annie, with all the news.

Very happy. They all are.

You could put me on a percentage.

You'll need someone to beat him up at the stage door.

Kangaroo Charlie, I'll be just your boy.

I will go first and you can follow when the arrangements are in order.

I won't be sent for. I'll come when I'm ready.

If I'm ready.

I'll never stoop to send for you.

I wouldn't come.

Then we are equal.

Where's your desk?

It is a benefit concert.

There will be no fee, but there will be a lot of important people there.

Signor Cheke will teach you how to live without money.

He gives lessons in that too.

No, no, Mr. Dawson, this concert will lead to others and so on.

And the ammo.

I will go first and I will go first and I will go first.

I will go first and I will go first and I will go first.

I will go first and I will go first and I will go first.

I will go first and I will go first and I will go first and I will go first.

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What Christ we want it to do.

Mr.!

Goodbye!

I'm doing it!

You're being you, deposit!

There's Davidson's spoken to you.

About that land you had your eye on?

He's changed his mind again.

It's a choice plot.

You take it.

He's doing it for you.

People here don't like to see what's happening.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I'm not going to be alone.

I imagine more all my sleep bags.

FT

Sid Barrett.

it hasn't hurt JANILL.

I thought you were going shearing.

I was.

But I did some fosking with a mate.

I bended her away.

And I got lucky girls.

Found a nugget as big as a melon.

He's a chip of it.

Good to see you, Nellie.

Lovely as ever.

Always remember Sid Meredith.

If I can ever be of assistance.

You want to see me, Father?

Yes.

I've kept my silence.

I can no longer do so.

You taught me into consenting to a marriage

into which you rushed without sufficient thought.

And the basis that a life in Mackay

was what you wanted, that you'd given up

any thought or music as a profession.

You have gone back on your word.

To all intents and purposes, you've left your husband.

You have abandoned the life you're so fumently proposed to me.

Instead, you seem to expect that my grandson

should be more the responsibility of your aunt

than his own mother.

I'm only glad that Isabel is no key to see what you're doing

with your life.

I'm glad that Isabel is not here to see what you're doing

with your life.

Mother always believed in me.

Your mother never believed you ought to make a public

spectacle of yourself.

Since you are unwilling to face up to your responsibilities,

I've made my decision.

His excellency, the governor, has appointed me a commissioner

of the colony of Victoria to the Indian and colonial exhibition

that commends me to the city of Mackay.

I'm not an exhibition that commences in London in May.

I leave on March the 11th with Annie and Belle.

I'm taking you and my grandson with me and your husband

if he so wishes.

Her book First Class Pass is on the RMSPM goal.

As soon as you write to your husband the better.

I'm not ready.

What do you mean?

I've so much to learn.

I'm starting for the opera. Everything is arranged.

I'm paid for, I trust.

I'm not taking you to London to perform on the stage.

I'm only taking you with me to keep your family together.

I'm taking you with me to perform on the stage.

I'm taking you with me to perform on the stage.

I'm taking you with me to perform on the stage.

Mr. David Mitchell, the well-known builder of Duneside,

Burnley Street Richmond, is going to England as commissioner

to the Indian and colonial company.

Him will be his daughter and son-in-law,

who's Armstrong and his daughter's the Mrs. Titter.

Well, if he can afford to take Miss Nelly Mitchell to England,

then he can afford to pay you the eightie-genny she owes you.

Non-eposibile. Non-eposibile.

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When Mrs. Armstrong, you certainly took us all by surprise.

You were placed in your check-in, the eightie-genny you owe him

before you leave for London. Otherwise, I shall go straight to your father.

This has nothing to do with my father.

You'll have your money.

I didn't get used to singing lessons, and you couldn't even tell your own father.

I couldn't ask Daddy. He doesn't believe in borrowing.

Never borrow, never laugh.

You borrow in from me?

It's the last time. I'll never borrow money again.

I was singing lessons. I didn't hurt your voice. That's for certain.

I said, I'll pay you back with interest when I return.

I've so much to learn in England, and Daddy will never take me unless I piss in your cheeky.

It's a business arrangement.

It's not business to me now.

It's a gift. And I don't ask nothing for it, except when you take it,

keep singing and go on with your life.

I spent a year of my life thinking of nothing but you.

That's worth 80 guineas.

Oh, I'll never forget you.

Mmm.

80 guineas in full.

We have been friends for so long. I thought you knew me better than you evidently do.

Surely you know that if I make a success I would have repaid you tenfold.

A success in London? Yes.

London is not Melbourne.

He's not Millburn.

Of course, Miss Dawson.

But I have introductions to the composers William Ganson's

Arthur Sullivan and to the famous teachers, Alberto

Rendiger and Madame Marquesi.

You do have a high opinion of ourselves.

If I do it, it is only because Senor Cheke has always encouraged

me to do so.

He said, not so maestro.

It is so.

Goodbye, Senor Cheke.

May this money bring you happiness.

Magnificent.

Bye, Bonnie.

Miss Willis, bye, bye.

Come on.

It's good.

I'm so excited.

London, just think.

I'm so proud of you.

Oh, sorry.

It is so long.

Please.

I'm the sooner king.

Oh, dear.

Yeah.

Wait, not even a man's house.

A creppity.

Say hi.

To the prayer.

What a monster.

To the end of my fire.

Hold on.

I love you.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Be gentle.

Charles.

Nelly.

When I heard Behave badly,

the things I've done.

I love you, Nummy.

I love you, Charlie.

So,

It's home to England.

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This chick's child is big

No one deserves it

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Sorrow them

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once pals. What an admirable man he is. You must be very proud of his achievements

of Melbourne. I am. Have you got the promise? Oh yes.

I'm so pleased, Nelly. Thanks to you. I have Charles back again.

It's not a greedy creature.

Charles was always a little wild. He ran away to see when he was only 16, I'm sure he told you.

He broke my heart. He totally loves adventure. A rolling stone.

I don't say I approve for the day you are. When he returned, 76 in March I think it was.

He was every bit as restless as before. Finally his brother arranged his passage to Australia.

Try and stop his idle fidget. His been said is not a horse alive at Charlie

and I can't rise, born to the saddle just like his father.

And I confess the same fiery temper. Perhaps you've noticed. Perhaps.

You are in charge, Nelly. Is it true? Your singing means so much to you? Yes it is.

Well, you must sing for us tonight after supper.

You must sing for us tonight.

You must sing for us tonight.

You must sing for us tonight.

You must sing for us tonight.