Sunday Too Far Away

Can't bugger me.

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.