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My dear child

I know what it is to be raised on lies and silences.

That is why I write to you now.

So you do not grow to confuse fiction for fact

and view your father in an unsavory light as I did mine.

You see, your grandfather were a son of Ireland

a Son of Sieve ripped from his home

by his English oppressors

and transported to the prisons of Van Diemens Land, Australia.

I do not know what was done to him there

as he never spoke of it.

For he were a man who chose to keep secrets from his kin.

But I have come to learn

secrets shackle one tighter than any chain

and lies fester long after their invention.

So as you read this history

my history

know that it is for you

and will contain no single lie

may I burn in hell if I speak false.

Fucking birds.

Ned.

Get away from there.

She always said it were a mother God made her to be.

Ma sought to protect us

like a mia-mia shelters one from the rain.

There weren't nothing she wouldn't do for her own.

Are we done?

I always pay in full, Ellen.

That should buy you a month.

Keep your little shebeen open for business.

Ned'll get you a bottle.

Do you like it out here, Ned?

Living amongst dirt and disappointment.

Yeah.

What you like about it?

It's quiet.

Is that what your dad was in search of?

When I see him galloping across Horan's paddock

in a lovely red frock?

Quiet?

He never.

Aye, he did.

Cross my heart.

What do you suppose would possess a man

to dress like that?

Off to service his fancy man husband, I suppose.

You're a good lad, Ned.

Sergeant O'Neil's words lay inside me

like the egg of a liver fluke

filling my imagination with vile thoughts

that bred like maggots.

When I chose to share them aloud

my sister, Kate, led me to a pile of rocks

she would play atop of.

It was there I discovered my father's secret.

You're not to worry about what your da done or who he is.

You're a man now.

You're my little man.

You're to be everything he isn't.

He shouldn't let that sergeant in our home.

Yeah, there once was a time where he wouldn't.

♪ Oh we can tell the story

♪ Of how we came to be

♪ Our songs are written in the blood of rogues ♪

That's for customers, not drunks.

♪ They just scatter

♪ In the ashes and the dogs

Where's the meat?

♪ But crying is

Your family's hungry.

♪ For babies and for widows

They should know their eldest sister died in her crib

because her da failed to provide.

Stop, stop.

Stop scaring the children, woman.

You were to bring us beef.

You wanna know where your meat is?

Here's your fucking meat.

Don't you dare. Don't you fuckin' dare.

You, get out!

You filthy pig!

Get the fuck out!

Stupid, filthy fuckin' animal!

You fuckin' animal!

Now we got beef.

You good boy.

Who's the little butcher.

Here we go.

We're gonna feast tonight.

Dunk.

One for my growing baby.

Thanks, Ned.

And a nice dripping slice..

...for the man of the house.

And a juicy morsel

for the woman he loves most in the world.

Count of three

we're all gonna thank your brother Ned

for feeding us this night, eh?

One, two, three.

Thank you, Ned!

Thank you, Ned.

Little butcher.

I'm the butcher!

There weren't no branding there.

Come on now, John.

Tell the truth.

Why this big hole?

I made a greenhide whip from it.

Did ya?

Hear, Bob, John made a whip.

Well, be a good fellow and go and fetch it.

Do you know Acts 7 and 8, John?

They're Crown laws

prohibiting the duffing of a man's livestock.

I got nae choice but to lock you up.

I can't go back in there.

Aye.

Well, that's why it's such a great shame.

I done it.

Well, I don't believe that for one minute.

I mean, look.

This cow's bigger than you.

- But it was me. - Shut up, Ned.

Lock me up. I killed that cow.

- Listen to your dad. - I did it.

- Away then, John. - I did it!

Get a blanket, pannikin and spoon.

Got a long ride, my little gypo.

Come on, Ned.

It was me.

Don't you go bringing your cock around here anymore.

Now that upsets me, Ellen.

No, I don't like that at all.

My father did not speak to me again, from that day on.

And I soon became a very serious boy

who wore his guilt heavy, like a cloak.

But for the briefest of moments

that all changed, when the boy fell.

His name was Dick Shelton.

He came from a home worlds away from mine

full of riches I ain't never seen before.

People no longer saw me as a thieving Kelly.

I were a hero.

Here's some of my boy's clothes.

My angel sent by God.

Ma always said I was like the fastest racehorse.

She said it was blood and breeding what mattered most.

Your boy has given me back my son.

And what bothers you about that?

Nothing. On the contrary I have come to show my appreciation.

For Ned.

That's very fine work.

Thank you.

My son attends a school in Seymour

and I've spoken with his headmistress

and she is open to the idea of Ned boarding.

I would pay for it all.

You wanna take my Ned from me?

I'm sure you'd agree a child's education

is of utmost importance.

I didn't go to no school with straw hats.

No, no, but..

if Ned did

who knows what he could be?

All I ask is for your sanction.

My Ned is a thoughtful and considerate young man.

I done that.

You may be able to live without seeing your boy every other day

but family means more to me than that.

I was merely trying to --

I know what you were trying to do.

You English have been doing it ever since you dragged us here.

Trying to bleed our culture out

like you did the blackfella before us.

Thank you.

But I'd just as soon teach my son a lesson

in family loyalty than any from your fancy books.

You'd object to your child having an education?

Only the Lord shall take my children from me.

Not no Englishman.

So unless there's something else you'd be wanting.

You got your son.

You leave mine alone.

You mind your step now, Little Miss Riding Hood.

What does it say?

Let's read it.

It says, "To Edward Kelly.

In gratitude for his courage from the Shelton family."

Da!

Da!

Da!

Da!

Da, look what they gave me!

Da!

Da!

When I reached the door of my father's cell..

...I was too full of a peculiar sense of pride

to find it odd that it were left open.

You done this.

I swear it wasn't me, Ellen.

I found him like this.

Here, Ned. Come here, boy.

Don't fucking touch me!

You have to be strong now.

For your ma.

My condolences.

I'll look in on you more, now that John's gone.

Stuff 'em with possum skin, they'll fit.

You'll look after me.

I were too guilty to admit life without da

had become in many ways more pleasant.

But my mother were not long without suitors.

Worthless men closed around her

like yellow dingoes on a chained-up bitch.

But ma sought one to protect us.

Ma sought one to make me a man.

Ned.

Why don't you go into town

and get a shoulder of lamb

and I'll roast it up for everybody

when you get back.

Okay now, it's Harry Power.

It's the man, the myth, the legend.

- Are you still alive? - Are they for me?

Aye, you still got your sense of humor.

They're for the widow Kelly.

Go and get those flowers, Ned

so the officer doesn't have to get off his horse.

How're you keeping, Ned?

You alright?

Tell Ellen I sent me best.

Aye, it's always a pleasure, Harry.

You look good.

Put on some weight.

Fuck off.

Chuck 'em in the fire.

Oh, yeah.

♪ For curiosity

♪ Convicted

♪ Sent to heaven on earth for my sins ♪

♪ I want to start fresh and have no regrets ♪

♪ But there's one in each town

♪ Who won't let you forget

♪ Our soldiers ain't as bad

♪ As our coppers

♪ Our soldiers will earn their pay ♪

♪ But a trap's gonna take

♪ Anything you can make

♪ He'll eat your wife's pussy

♪ Off your dinner plate

♪ He's a cunst he's a cunst

♪ He's a constable cunt

♪ He's a cunsty little cunst of a constable cunst ♪

You know what I'm talking about, don't ya?

I'm serious.

They're out for themselves, not for you.

Be smart.

Shall we sing?

♪ He's a cunst he's a cunst

♪ He's a constable cunst

♪ He's a cunsty little cunst of a constable cunst ♪

♪ He's a cunst he's a cunst

♪ He's a constable cunst

♪ He's a cunsty little cunst of a constable cunst ♪

You sure you're not hungry, Harry?

I always have appetites, Ellen.

I have just grown accustomed

to being denied the satisfaction of them.

Might have to see to that.

How'd you fancy some of my lamb?

I dream of lamb like yours, Ellen.

Pink.

Tender.

Harry's going to bring some cattle down from the north.

I said you'd go with him.

He'll pay you well, you know.

But who's gonna look after this place?

Me and your brother.

We'll look after it.

It'll still be here when you come back.

You go out there and be a big man.

You go out there and show the world.

Home sweet home.

Why has that got no windows?

Friends'll leave ya

women will grow tired of ya

dogs will up and die.

Bullock Creek has never let me down.

Up here, I'm fuckin' Ali Baba.

Who's he?

He's an Arab lad with a secret cave.

Is this your secret cave?

No, sunshine.

It's ours.

What are you writing?

I'm writing my story.

When a man farewells this world

all he's got left is his story.

Don't leave it for the English to tell it.

They'll only fuck it up and steal the proceeds.

Can you read me some, Harry?

"Bullock Creek, some time in August.

"A pleasant enough day.

"Angry bunions, swollen veins.

"It is the queerest thing to age.

"I have myself an indentured servant.

"An apprentice to my trade.

"My companion and my right hand

"Ned Kelly is his name.

"The finest shot of a cockatoo

in this Victoria's state."

I like that.

It's good.

Now I'm gonna write about your horse-riding.

This shouldn't take long.

"Here rests Dan Morgan.

He took a man's livelihood."

"We took the scoundrel's manhood."

What did he do?

Ask him.

This is for you.

Stepping out of your mongrel life into something new.

I like 'em. Thanks, Harry.

You look a fucking prince, sunshine.

Read the menu.

- Let's see what you want. - What can I get you, Mr. Power?

- How are you, Fred? - Good to see you again, Harry.

No food for me, I've got a stricture in my gut

that makes shitting a fucking nightmare.

- Oh, still? - I'll just have some wine.

Maybe I'll have some whisky a bit later for dessert.

Okay.

- Harry. - Cheers, Harry.

What do you reckon?

Roast beef and pudding or pancakes?

Why don't you have both?

A man who hasn't had roast beef and pancakes just has not lived.

Your glass there, Harry.

- Here we go. - Thank you.

Just fill her right to the top there, Fred.

- And leave the bottle, thanks. - Yeah.

If you're gonna dine with me, you're gonna drink with me.

Ah!

Stay with the horse.

Is that your friend?

There is no friend.

There's no cattle. It's just us.

Stay here.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa, whoa.

Move that horse!

Move it or we'll shoot it.

Move the horse or I'm gonna shoot the fucking thing.

Understand?

Are you slow, son?

Now what's its name?

You are slow.

You're slower than a wet week.

Standing there shaking

like a cat shittin' razor blades.

If you don't tell me its name

you'll be shaking in a minute

because I'm going to shoot it.

Right in the head.

Pick up the guns.

That's the business, mate.

That's what we do.

You're a bushranger.

You lucky little bastard, eh?

Flaming fuckin' pancakes.

Who gets that?

I don't want your fucking pancakes!

I wanna go home.

Home my arse.

I, Harry Power, bought you, Ned.

Purchased you.

Your mother sold ya, to be my little helper.

Ma wouldn't do that.

You'd be surprised what a mother would do.

Fifteen pound you cost me.

And you're gonna fuckin' earn that back.

Follow me.

I got something cooking upstairs you're gonna enjoy.

Just like that.

Don't move. Don't move.

Come on.

Fucking hell.

You feel that?

Feels lovely, doesn't it?

Stand up.

Close the door.

What the fuck do you want, Harry?

Just a little private word.

That couldn't have waited two minutes?

In front of the lad?

This is indecent.

Well, out with it. What's this about?

This is about your pizzle, Kevin.

And you making a mockery

of this boy and his family.

He's a sergeant, Harry.

He's a cunt is what he is.

Now I told your mother no one can ride with me

if they can't pull the trigger.

So get your gun out, Ned.

Lift it up.

Aim your fuckin' gun!

Are you here to make a murderer of the lad, mate?

Fuck you, cunt.

- I am not.. - What are you doing with me cock?

...your fucking mate.

- You fuck.. - Nice bit of sausage you've got on you, Kev.

Must take a big vein to get the blood down

to that fuckin' pizzle.

When we shoot it off,

I bet there'll be an awful lot of bleeding.

Luckily for you

I've applied a tourniquet.

- Get up. Get up. - This isn't funny, man.

You're gonna pull me bollocks off!

- Take it easy! - Get up!

Righto, Ned.

Shoot his cock off.

I'm telling ya your life

will be as wretched and forgotten

as this old bastard's.

Shoot his cock off!

Fuck you, Harry.

You smell that? That's fear.

Stinks, doesn't it?

Now...shoot him.

I told your mum I was gonna make you a hero.

Shoot his cock off.

You don't have to listen to him.

Let's just calm down for a minute.

Just do us a favor, yeah?

Just take your finger off that trigger.

Come on.

Make a name for yourself.

Take it easy.

Don't be a coward like your father.

I ain't nothing like my da.

That's right.

God, you fuckin' shot it!

Fuckin' shot us, Ned!

What are you fuckin' doin', Harry!

I'll kill you if I have to.

Put a bullet in Harry the same way you put one in O'Neil.

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Ned.

Don't fuckin' do it, mate.

You've gone too fuckin' far this time, Harry.

I'm gonna have your fuckin' necks for this.

Asking me to pull that trigger

were the only time Harry Power

were ever really truthful.

His arrest came swiftly and I'm sure was met

with little opposition

for a man can never outrun his fate

nor the crimes of his past.

It can go like that.

That's good.

He said you can keep ya fifteen pound.

What are you doing here?

So you've come back with nothing?

He was to teach you.

- Teach me what, to kill a man? - To survive.

Ain't it bad enough you sell yourself?

You had to go and sell me too!

Don't you touch me.

Nothing comes free in this world, son.

Nothin' is free.

Some things should.

- Don't you touch me! - You get inside.

You get inside, then!

Where's your da's boots?

What have you done with them?

I shot him, ma.

I shot the sergeant, but I couldn't kill him.

I didn't mean no harm to come to you.

I'm scared, ma.

I'm really scared.

Shh.

He'll come for you.

But you're strong and he's weak.

Our Father

who art in heaven

hallowed by thy name.

Thy kingdom come

thy will be done

on earth as it is in heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread.

And forgive us our trespasses

as we forgive those who trespass against us

And lead us not into temptation

but deliver us from evil.

- Amen. - Amen.

At dawn I were arrested by Sergeant O'Neil

and taken from my family.

I were but a child.

No razor had yet touched my upper lip

yet I were already travelling full-tilt

toward the man I would become.

Kill the Irish cunt!

This what you want, huh?

That's what you are. You're a dancing fuckin' monkey!

- I'm a fuckin' monkey. - Now get the fuck in there.

Alright.

Get the fuckin' bastard.

Pummel him, Neddy!

Fuckin' Irish prick!

Do you not want more of that?

Yeah, fuck you, ya Pommy bastards!

Following my incarceration, I had tried to carve out

an honest, simple life far from the dirt

and disappointment of our selection.

I was a child no more

although in truth I do not know

what childhood or youth I ever had.

All my life I'd wished for a mate

and I had found one in Joe Byrne.

He were a bright fellow with a taste for dark gum

and a partiality towards my company.

Hey. Hey, Joe! Give my fuckin' book back.

Give me back my book, Joe.

Give me my book back.

Read me a line, then.

You read me a line!

I'm not gonna read to you.

"Maybe we are not such fools as we look

"but though we be, we are well content

so long as we may be two fools together."

Mate, that's fuckin' beautiful.

That's fuckin' beautiful!

They're talking about us there, aren't they, eh?

Yeah, they might be, Joe.

I think they are, mate.

It'd been ten years since I'd been there

but that cell where I bled were just as I remembered it.

I had done my best to remain far from my family's selection

to pretend I were more than just a Kelly.

But my kin were never far from my mind.

My mother's call always in my ear.

The longer I stayed away, the louder it became.

Until one day, I were home.

My family were grown.

It's alright, I'm back.

I'm home, ma.

Dan and Kate no longer

the children I had left behind.

And my ma had taken herself a lover

young enough to be myself.

The land I'd once labored on

had now become a stranger's territory.

- You abandoned us. - I was always gonna come back.

When we're all in soil?

I've got money now.

Don't want your money.

Who's the young fella dressed like a clown?

George and I are to be married.

He's from California.

Yeah?

So where are those horses from?

Don't matter where they're from.

What say you help he and Dan

escort them across the Murray tomorrow?

George says there's more where they come from, too.

A great big mob of 'em on James Whitty's property.

Them horses are stolen?

I've come to farm, not steal.

And your boy husband shouldn't be

talking Dan into duffing, neither--

George King has taught your brother

to be a man.

Like Harry Power was to teach me?

You know nothing of my life.

You ain't been here.

There aren't a thing on this land for a woman but loneliness.

When have you ever been lonely, ma?

Da's bed were barely cold before you were screwing men in it.

You're the one who turned your back on this family, not me.

- I never turned. - Oh, no?

I was taken.

Years cut from my life 'cause of you.

Oh, and where you been since?

Where you been?

Promise me you'll help your brother with those horses.

And you're never to abandon your kin again.

Promise me.

I missed you.

My boy.

Ah, he's not that bad, Ned.

You like him, do ya?

Yeah, I do.

He's, uh, he's good to ma.

He's a fucking great thief.

Why don't you come with us?

Be great. Take you out, show you the ropes a bit.

He knows what he's doing.

Nah, I'm not stealing shit no more.

We make a lot of money with him around, huh?

You been making money?

- Yeah. - Yeah, we been making money.

- Yeah, we have. - Who are you?

Steve.

That's the ugliest fuckin' thing I ever seen.

You come riding with your brother and I

you don't have to be out there looking for stray nags.

Yeah?

Why would you need me?

Think you'll say anything to have yourself a home.

Ned, I intend to slap a white dress on that woman

walk her down the aisle

and then just for one moment

pretend that you didn't come kicking and screaming

out of that pussy.

She told me what she did to ya.

Sold you off to a thief.

Reminds me of a dog that I once had.

It was a mangy old thing.

And I am a cruel bastard

so I would whip it every which way.

I beat on him just for looking at me.

So I figure if you hate on something for long enough

well, it just comes to love you anyway

just for those few moments when you don't.

It's a good story, Yankee boy.

I'm gonna be your daddy.

Hello, brother.

You get it off before I burn ya in it.

Fuck off, Ned.

Why're you wearing a fuckin' dress, Danny?

Would you like to fuckin' know, Ned?

Whose horses are they?

Whose horses, Danny boy?

Don't fuckin' call me that!

Yeah, whose are they, Danny?

Fuck off back to the city.

- Yeah. - You're not my fucking da!

Yeah, and neither's that young bastard, eh.

Is this what you're teaching them, eh?

Is this your doing?

Where the fuck have you been, huh? Where've you been?

Why're you wearing a fucking dress? Where'd you get it?

I don't know what you're fucking talking about.

Where'd you get the dresses, Danny?

Would you like to fucking know?

Oh, you're an outlaw now, are ya, Danny?

Come on, shoot me then.

Shoot me.

You shoot me. Shoot me.

If you're gonna use it, shoot me, Danny.

Dan, get inside!

Get inside. Now.

Son, if you don't like it here..

...you go.

- You go. - Yeah, I will.

Hi, Ned.

Dan.

Where'd you get em?

I took 'em from Mrs. Robinson's.

Why?

Because I wanted them.

Missed you.

Missed you too, Danny.

Don't fuckin' call me that.

Fuckin' shit.

Take me to America.

I will.

I will.

Oh, they're my fuckin' dresses

you fuckin' thieving Mick bastard!

Your brother fuckin' did it!

He's always fuckin' pissin' off with my dresses!

Vera, no!

I don't fuckin' care, you fuckin' dog!

I'm fucking returning them!

Thieving Mick bastard!

I'm bringing 'em fuckin' back to ya!

And this one's my favorite ball gown, you mongrel!

Hey, shh. Shoosh, shoosh. Shoosh.

I'll offer you three guineas for them.

They're worth twice that.

Five, and you're doing me a favor, okay?

- Oh, darling. - Mm-hm.

There there. Now fetch some company for our visitor.

No, I'm not staying.

What, you don't care for women

only their dresses?

Yeah.

Kelly, you cunt!

Molly, darling, come with Vera.

Which Kelly are you?

Edward.

People call me Ned.

You're the child assassin.

I've heard tall tales of you, Ned.

I'm Constable Alexander Fitzpatrick.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

I saw you fight the other night at the Governor's.

You're...

You're very impressive.

Do you box often?

I don't care to.

Let's go and have a drink. Do you want to join me for one?

No, I don't fancy the taste.

What, an Irishman who cares not to drink or fight?

It's a bit novel.

Are you charging me with larceny?

No.

If you prove to me that thieving's not your only vice.

- Cheers. - Thank you.

Come on, girls, in you go.

Perfect.

Okay.

Molly, you're with me.

Everybody else, let's get out of here.

Come on, wakey-wakey. Move, come on.

Alright, come on, girls, get moving.

Offer her one as a gift.

-What? -The dress.

I'm Mary.

I'm Ned.

Thank you, Ned.

You're Irish?

Where're you from?

I was born in Beveridge.

Oh, so you're a colonial?

Yeah, I don't right know what I am.

I'm from Templecrone.

How is it?

You look lovely.

No, it's just the dress.

No, it's not.

Can I undress you?

Are you cold?

- Why do you ask? - You're shivering.

I'm alright.

Can I kiss you, then?

You haven't kissed a lot, have ya?

Should we try something else?

Ned!

Ned.

Christ, thought you'd never be done.

Come on.

Fine, if you don't drink, but how about a little smoke?

Well, a smoke's nice after.

Oh, no, not again.

Have you ever fucked in a dress?

It's nice.

Kind of feels like you're, uh..

...you know, breaking the rules or something.

Do you think that's what Dan and his friend were up to?

Fucking in their dresses?

How was Mary?

- She was alright. - Huh?

You're not going to get attached, are you, Ned?

Otherwise I've done you a big disservice.

Mary's character's not one of a wife's.

You don't want to take this place home with you.

Robinson's, it's..

...just a place to seek sanctuary from life's monotony.

Do you hate, do you hate me?

Well, is it because I'm British or because I'm a trooper?

I ain't never met a man like you

who didn't wanna take something from me or my family.

Well, what would I wish to take, Ned?

Now I ain't figured that out yet.

Alright, this one's for my little Ellen!

♪ One night as I lay sleeping

♪ With my wife and child beside me ♪

♪ A vision stood beside the bedroom door ♪

This is your heart line, your head line.

Your life and head cross

so that means you're very strong-willed.

Mm-hm.

And then, very soft hands, by the way.

And then, um, and then this heart line, it's quite curved.

You see how it's quite curved across there?

Yeah.

It's actually a state of..

It's actually a sign of being quite promiscuous.

Would you say that's.. Would you say that's right?

♪ And I dreamed I saw a raging fire ♪

♪ And I thought I heard an angel cry ♪

Can I have a..

Can I have a little kiss on the cheek?

♪ I got by with the power

♪ And I don't know if I..

Is that man to be your new da?

I've no say in who my mother lies with.

What about who Dan rides with?

What are you talking about?

He's a thief you know, George King.

And it appears so too is your brother Daniel.

Relax, Ned.

You and I are friends.

Although I do have a warrant for Dan, I'm afraid.

Fuck.

I'm suggesting an agreement.

Oh, yeah, what would that be?

Your sister Kate.

I find her to be the most remarkable young woman.

I was wondering if you thought she would see me, socially?

If she would I'd be most grateful

so grateful that I'd explain to the Commissioner

that unfortunately the evidence we have

is not enough to convict Dan of the alleged crime.

What do you say?

You're saying Dan will be a free man?

Yes, a free man.

I'll think about it.

Thank you.

♪ God save our gracious Queen

♪ Long live our noble Queen

♪ God save our Queen

♪ Save the..

Ma.

This is Mary Hearn.

Pleased to meet you, Mary.

This here's my fiancee George.

Pleased to meet ya.

Are you lookin' at me?

Aye, I'm lookin'.

You two know each other?

I ain't never met her, no.

I hear you work at Robinson's.

I'm gonna go get a drink.

Kiss me before you go.

I don't work there.

They just took me in after I gave birth to my son.

Vera Robinson don't take in no girl

who doesn't earn her a quid.

I told you it's not like that, ma.

That's a lie.

Mary's come to get to know ya.

I sometimes help with the chores.

I bet you do, pretty thing like you.

You got one of them cunts men fall in love with?

Don't you fuckin' dare!

Don't you fuckin'.. Ellen!

Jesus Christ, have you lost your goddamn mind?

You and your filthy slut have turned my mind mad.

I thought you loved me.

How was I to know she had my bastard kid?

I got you a horse.

Were they all out of dresses?

Wanna hold him?

Can I?

Oh, he's got chubby legs.

He eats a lot.

How are ya?

Why'd he leave?

You plan on marrying that girl Mary?

Raising her baby as your own?

I'm happy for you, son.

We all deserve a good life.

What.. Yeah, what happened to your face, mate?

I got swooped by a magpie while cycling

and used my face to stop in a tree.

- A magpie? - Yes.

Everything in this fucking country's

trying to kill us.

Kate, I got a little...

Got a gift for you.

Hope it fits. It's, uh... I wasn't too sure.

- Can I try it on? - Hmm?

- Yeah. - It's pretty.

Wow.

Yeah, that fits perfectly. Look at that.

Would have cost a pretty penny.

What do you think, ma?

It's beautiful.

Think you're a lucky girl.

Let's have a twirl.

Wow.

What do you say?

- Thank you. - Mm-hm.

Yeah? Can I have a little kiss?

Thank you.

Have a seat. Take a seat.

Take a seat. That's it.

Did you speak to your man about Dan?

Yes, I did.

What'd he say?

He, uh, he couldn't persuade the commissioner.

I like the lace.

Couldn't persuade him to what?

To have you walk free.

- But you promised us. - I promised I'd try.

You should still be grateful, though, I got it down

from a year to only four months.

Four months? I'm not going to fucking jail for four months!

Get your hands, get your filthy hands off of me.

- Dan, that's enough! - You fucking lied to us!

Get off me! I don't wanna go to fucking jail.

- A year and four months now. - Oh, shit!

Get out.

Fuck, what is it with you Irish?

Too stupid to even help yourselves.

I think it best you go.

- I'm leaving. - Just fucking go.

Where's George this evening? Our Yankee friend?

George King ain't here no more.

That right?

A shame, isn't it?

Hm? For the boy not to have his father around, don't you think?

What are you talking about?

Ned, it..

Come on. George King liked to visit Mrs. Robinson's too.

Where'd you think the boy came from?

Come on, Mary.

Whose -- whose is it?

Don't listen to him.

Did no one -- no one told you?

Ah, scoundrels.

None of you thought to tell him? Really?

Oh, my God. I'm so sorry, Ned.

I'm just so sorry. I didn't mean to --

Get the fuck out.

I'm as mad as you are, Ned.

Honestly, is there anyone

in this room that American hasn't fucked?

- Shut up! - 'Cause he's fucked you.

- It's none of your business. Shut up! - And he's clearly fucked you.

- Did he fuck you, Kate? - Fucking Limey bastard!

Did he fuck you before I could get there?

- I hope not. - Ah, fuck!

You bloody stupid bitch!

Holy shit! Fuck!

God, Neddy, you've just shot a cop!

You shoot him! You shoot him!

Shoot him like the fuckin' pig he is!

Ned, no! He's not worth it. Don't do it.

Shoot him!

- I tried to warn you. - Yeah?

I tried to warn you about her.

Tried to warn you about the baby.

Didn't try and warn me of shit.

At Mrs. Robinson's. I told you.

I told you not to bring her home.

Look, this isn't you, okay?

This isn't you.

Put it down. You're killing them all.

If you pull that trigger you're killing everyone in this room.

Just shoot him like a pig, Ned.

- No, Ned, don't. - You shoot him!

- Ned. Ned! - Crown take us all for fools.

- They always have! - Neddy, put it down.

- Shoot him, Ned! Shoot him! - Ma!

Get the fuck out of my home.

Are there no men of substance

in this God forsaken country?

You just let every trap in the state know

he can have his way with the Kellys.

Pack your things now.

I'm not going to leave my Kate behind

for that blue bastard to see to.

That you sold her to.

Be who you were meant to be.

Come on, ma. Come on.

You're a Son of Sieve.

Ned, we've gotta fuckin' go, mate.

- You're a son of Sieve. - We've gotta fuckin' run, mate.

- We've gotta fuckin' ride. - Come on, mate.

- Ned, come on. - Get off. I'm not leaving ma.

- We've gotta fuckin' go. - Get the fuck off me.

- What are you talking about, ma? - No, we've gotta fuckin' ride!

- What are you talking about? - Ned, go!

We've gotta fuckin' ride, Ned.

Ma, I'm not leaving you!

Many nights I have imagined those final moments in the hut.

How they could have played out different.

But a man cannot change the past

nor ever outrun his destiny.

And I was to learn that inside my mother's words

was the key to unlocking mine.

I were a son of Sieve.

Your boys can't hide.

We've got troopers searching the entire state.

If you give them up now..

...they'll live.

Do you want to eat? If you want to eat, you'll help me, Ellen.

Can't remember the last time I weren't hungry, constable.

Fuck.

Ned hates you.

Now you realize that? I mean, I've seen it.

It's in his face, the look on his face.

He can't stand you.

My Ned loves me.

Ah, uh, no, no.

You know, you're mistaking..

...you're mistaking fear for love there.

They're all scared of you.

You've hurt them all with fear, but I'm not scared of you.

Get off!

Alex, your friend..

...your friend is here.

Sorry I'm late.

Do you like boats?

I like this one.

It's the USS Monitor.

An ironclad Monitor.

An impenetrable American worship.

Forged of steel. Eleven-inch guns.

Killing machine.

Fuckin' beautiful.

When my da proposed to my mother

he claimed her to be the prettiest woman he ever saw.

They was married within a week.

When's your wedding?

December.

What is it you're after?

Oh, I'm not asking for anything.

I'm suggesting an agreement.

I don't think you have anything I want.

What you'd be wanting is me.

You're giving yourself up..

...in exchange for what? Hmm?

My mother.

She's to be released and pardoned

of what she's done to you.

No.

It's very gentlemanly, but..

...that's just not gonna work.

I've got the entire Victorian Police Force hunting you now, Ned.

I give it two, three days at most

from when you leave my home till I see you locked up in chains.

- Alex! - It's fine.

So if you don't mind, our dinner's getting cold.

Thank you for the offer, my friend.

But I do believe I'd rather see to it

that you and your kind suffer.

And that you and Dan be locked up

either side of that whore you call a mother.

What makes you think I won't kill the both of you right now?

For the same reason you didn't in your home.

Because you're not the man you pretend to be..

...nor the man your mother wished you were.

You're a boy.

A boy looking for a captain to tell him what to do.

I'll tell you what to do, Ned.

Run.

Run as fast as you can.

Who are the sons of Sieve?

We're rebels.

Flies in the ointment of the English.

Bandits. Warriors.

And you're one?

Yeah. Well, me and my friends.

And you all wear dresses?

They're not dresses, they're masks.

Men been dressing like this in Ireland for years.

It scares the fucking bejesus out of the English.

Men are most afraid of what they, uh, don't understand.

Not a rifle, not a blade.

And if you wear a frock to a fight

they'll think you're crazy.

Nothing scares a man like crazy.

And what exactly are you the sons of?

Ireland.

- Ireland? - Yeah.

Bastard sons more like.

- And da was one too? - Yeah, he was.

Why did she tell you and not I?

Because I was there, Ned..

...and you weren't.

We can go around 'em, Ned.

Joe, those coppers have come to kill us.

Ned.

We can go around 'em.

Ned.

Ned.

No, don't mate.

Throw your fuckin' hands up!

Steve, get him!

I got him, Ned, I've got him.

Oh, fuck!

Don't let him go!

Get him!

Fuck, you got him Ned!

Get the bastard! Fuck!

Don't..

Don't..

Yeah!

- Whoo! Whoo! - Whoo!

Yeah!

Fuck, what are you doing, mate?

Nothing scares a man like crazy.

We could have gone 'round them, Ned.

We're to take these men home.

For God's sakes, have a shave before you see their families.

Bit of respect.

What if we were to keep running, Ned?

Not interstate, but all the way to America?

There's a ship that sails from Eden.

No one'd be looking for us there.

No one'll know.

If we stay here, we're as good as dead, mate.

I hear America has these fluffy white cakes with holes in 'em.

They call them donuts.

Fuckin' donuts.

Ned, it's like biting into a fuckin'

cloud they reckon, mate.

I don't give a fuck about no donuts.

I have to write.

Yeah, you've gotta write, do ya?

Every man should be an author of his own history.

You know you're killers now.

We all are.

No turning back.

- You boys wanna build an army? - Yeah.

Get some of those friends of yours, Dan.

We're gonna need some new dresses.

We're going to war.

We're the Kelly Gang now.

You're to be my banshees.

We're the Sons of Sieve!

My mother was sentenced to three years jail.

My skin was sour with death.

My hair gluey with men's blood.

And we had the entire Victorian Police Force hunting us.

Yet all I could imagine were my ma

waiting for me in Melbourne Jail.

I now knew what I needed to do.

I would become the Monitor.

I were to smith myself into a warship just like that

on Fitzpatrick's wall.

I were be the ironclad Monitor.

- You given up on my boy? - No.

I'm pregnant with his child.

His name's George?

Your sons need you, Mrs. Kelly.

And what can I do for them from here?

If you were to write a letter to Ned

I would take it to him.

Have him let you serve out your sentence.

Tell Ned to go far away.

Please.

Ned has sent this to me.

He inte.. He intends to draw troops from the city

and murder them before coming to rescue you.

He thinks you'll ride out of this cell together.

He believes to have bore witness to his future.

Hah.

I've seen that same future.

What?

You would have your son die for you?

There'll come a time, Mary

when you'll ask yourself am I a good mother?

And the only true answer you'll have

will lie in the lengths your children go to care for you.

Hey, baby George.

Will you die for your mummy?

Eh?

When I asked for justice, I was given none.

So I'd seek 'em out, hunt those who now hunted me.

And the British Empire had supplied me with

no shortage of recruits willing to join.

Boys whose fathers' lands had been taken from them.

Do you swear your allegiance

to the Shamrock and the Sons of Sieve?

We were to take hold of an inn

and any unfortunate souls who were inside of it.

They were to be the bait to lure the police from Melbourne

and away from my mother.

They'll be coming from Melbourne on a Sunday.

Ain't no passenger trains on a Sunday.

That means that any train that we see will be full of troopers.

Now, when you hear the train approaching

we take position.

The train will fall there, after we've torn up the tracks.

There shouldn't be any more than twenty survive the crash

and we pick those off one by one.

Bang. Bang.

Bang. Bang.

And you stay close.

Protect one another.

You are warships, remember?

Nothing gets through your armor .

Fire!

You're bloody bullet-proof, boys!

Who wants it? Who's ready to go to war?

Who's coming with me?

Who's coming with me, eh?

Are we gonna take Melbourne?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

I said, are we gonna take Melbourne?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Are we gonna take the future and make it ours?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Are we gonna rewrite our own history?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Are we gonna write it in blood?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

Are we gonna kill some coppers?

- Yeah! - Yeah!

There is not a man born who could have the patience

to suffer the injustice I have.

And yet in every paper that is printed

I am called the blackest and coldest-blooded murderer

ever on record.

We are but stolen men in a stolen land

and we are to take back what is rightfully ours.

For I am a widow's son outlawed

and my orders must be obeyed.

I want it printed in its entirety.

And if you don't, I will come back here

and I will cut every word into your stomach.

What're you making?

Curds.

Yum.

I came to talk about Ned. He's robbing banks now.

Making quite a name for himself.

I wanted to offer you a chance to save him.

From what?

From himself.

How are you and your son?

I've been worried about you while Ned is a wanted man.

Am I able to assist in any way?

- How are you financially? - No. We're fine.

Perhaps you could show me your savings book.

Those clerks are scallywags.

Sometimes they forget to write in interest.

I can't. I'm to put my baby to bed.

- He's unwell. - Yeah? Really?

Looks okay, don't you? Yeah, come here.

- Let me examine him. - He's unwell. I..

Hello.

Hello, little one.

He says, "Mum, I'm fine.

I don't need sleep. I'm good."

So Mary, if I were to see your passbook

I'd find no unusual deposits, would I?

No, don't chew on your fingers. Don't chew on your fingers.

Look, here we go.

Have a little chew on this. How about this?

There we go. Where was I?

A magistrate could declare that you cannot support this child

and it be as we say, in the law endangered.

I haven't done anything.

- Endangered. - I haven't seen Ned.

I don't know where he is.

Here we go. There we go.

But if you were to see him, Mary

could I rely on you to inform me.

- I haven't seen him. - Listen.

I'll give you your boy when you stop lying to me.

Tell me right now, when did you see, Ned?

- I'm not lying! I don't know-- - Okay, well..

If you do see him, are you going to tell me or not?

- I haven't seen Ned. - Mary..

Don't. Not now.

Not fucking now. Mary, look at me.

When you see him

you're going to tell me, aren't you?

That's all you need to do.

- Please, give me back my boy. - That's all you need to do.

And he didn't come to check on him? There's that.

Come on. I don't believe you.

- I haven't seen him! - I don't --

- I haven't seen him! - I don't believe you!

- I don't believe you! - I haven't seen him!

- Shut up. Shut up! - I haven't seen him!

Oh, my God, I could..

What the fuck do you think you're doing?

Put the gun down.

I was conducting an interview.

It was good to talk.

I plan on putting a bullet in Fitzpatrick.

You want more coppers after us, eh?

Haven't we got enough?

Yeah, nice big training for, eh?

Ah, Neddy, come back, mate.

I'm your mate.

I wish to fucking God, I weren't.

But I am.

And while you can fool the others into

believing you're Jesus Christ

I know none of this is the work of God.

You're just a man

on his way to be hung.

We all are.

I wrote first for the newspapers

though my truth were never printed.

For a myth is more profitable than a man.

But then I received word from your mother

and discovered that my writings were not to be in vain.

I was to write for you, my child.

I was to educate you on your family on your father.

On who you were to be.

I had killed innocent men and forsaken you and your mother.

Many would call me a murderer.

But others, knowing my curse

knowing the truth of persecution and injustice

that I had been the victim of

would call me a hero.

Well, that's a mighty fine dress, Ned.

Have you come to fuck?

Hmm?

Come on, they won't let me chase you anymore.

Claim me to be inept.

Come on, fucking do it!

Go on!

Do it!

Come on, Ned!

But know I'll always be on the right side of the truth.

You'll always be the Kelly. I'll always be the copper.

♪ For Curiosity

♪ Convicted

♪ Sent to heaven on earth for my sins ♪

♪ I want to start afresh

♪ And have no regrets

♪ But there's one in each town

♪ Who won't let you forget

♪ He's a cunt he's a cunt ♪

♪ He's a constable cunt

♪ He's a cunsty little cunt of a constable cunt ♪

♪ He's a cunt he's a cunt ♪

♪ He's a constable cunt

♪ He's a cunty little cunt

♪ Of a constable cunt ♪

One, heave!

Three, two, one, heave!

The train were now on its way towards the inn

and its captives.

The English would dwarf my army in size

but not in spirit.

Like the Whiteboys, Ribbonmen and Levellers before us

we would be the Irish rebellion to take down the Crown.

We'd not repeat the tragedies of Vinegar Hill or the Eureka Stockade.

This time it were to be the police, not us

who would be trapped inside their horror

like a bird inside a church.

What are you writing?

You give the appearance of an author, Mr. Kelly.

My name is Thomas Curnow.

I teach in town.

What do you want with all of us?

I've read a lot about you, Mr. Kelly.

Don't you worry.

We'll be gone when we hear the sound.

What sound?

I teach English.

Could I read?

May I?

"I lost my father at the age of 12, and know what it is

"to be raised on lies and silences.

"That is why I leave my story behind for you

"so that you do not grow to view your father

"in an unsavory light.

"This history is for you and will contain no single lie

may I burn in Hell if I speak false."

It's rough.

I didn't know you were a father.

- What do you think? - It's very good.

It's very lucid.

- What? - Lucid.

- Lucid? - Lucid.

What's that mean?

I can see...your story here.

I mean, is this your life?

Have you written everything?

You can see my story.

I teach in town as I said, and, um..

...if you like, I have books nearby. I could help you.

What books?

Those which I use at the school.

- To do what? English. - English.

You wanna teach me English, do ya?

I want to help you write this--

And how about I put this

in your fuckin' eye?

Teach you some fuckin' English.

Fuckin' teach me shit.

What books?

Grammar. Parsing.

There is fault with the parsing.

I always wanted to be a writer like you, Mr. Kelly, but..

But what happened?

Nothing happened.

I guess so, yeah.

Five minutes it would take me.

I could get you books

we could collate this.

Any.. Sorry.

Any issues we have with the, uh, grammar, parsing

five minutes maximum.

The school house is right there.

No one's to leave.

I see this as a story worth telling.

- You're gonna come back. - Mm-hmm.

Yeah.

You have my word.

Go on.

Who was I to consider myself an author?

That teacher thought me no more than a fool.

And in truth a fool is no more than what I were.

Go!

Count to a thousand!

Don't forget to stay close.

The armor will protect us if there's no space between it.

Come on, fuckin' hurry up!

What the fuck is that?

As the sky lit up above me, my army of boys fled in fear.

Leaving the Kelly Gang behind.

Fuck! Ned!

It's stopped before the tracks.

How could they have seen the tracks?

They didn't.

Someone warned them.

Then who fuckin' warned 'em?

Who fuckin' warned them, Ned?

Come on, quick.

Where's our fuckin' army?

What the fuck is that?

It's them.

Who is that?

- Ned, who the fuck is that? - Go.

- What is it? - Go now.

- What is it? - It's fucking them. It's them.

- It's them, run! - It's who?

The coppers.

Dan, it's gonna be okay.

- Get the fucking guns out! - Fucking hell!

Come on Joe! Help with the guns.

You spread out! Find a window!

Find a window and stay low.

Get the ammo down there. Right, you get down there.

- Right! - You're alright, Joe.

You're alright. You're alright, okay? It's okay.

We're meant to be hunting them, mate.

Steve, turn out the fucking lights.

You keep your head down, okay?

Danny, you right? You'll be alright, okay?

We can do this, eh?

Keep your heads down you'll be fine!

You'll be fine. Hey Joe.

Load up!

You're alright. You're all good.

Aim at the fucking lights. Okay, ready on three.

We go together. You aim at the lights.

One, two, three!

Whoa! Yeah!

Hey, that's not so bad, eh, boys?

You got one, Ned! You shot one!

- Good man. - There's a fuckin' lot, mate!

- There's a fuckin' lot! - You shot him, Ned!

- You fuckin' got him! - We should put on some armor!

This isn't made of metal, mate.

This is made of fuckin' lace!

Fire!

Fuckin' hell!

- Get me a pistol! - Come on!

My hand!

Joe, hey, you alright?

Where's our army? Ned?

Ned, where's our fuckin' army?

Take that. Take that, Joe.

Where's our army mate, mate?

- It's alright. It's alright. - Ah, fuck!

No, it's not.

We'll get 'em on the next one.

We'll get em on the next one, alright?

- Joe! Joe! - This is on you, you fucker.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry. - No, you're not.

I am, I am. I'm fuckin' sorry!

- I'm fuckin' sorry! - No, you're not!

- I fuckin' tried to get out! - Fuckin' shut up!

Joe!

Fuck!

What have I done?

- I'm sorry. - My fucking leg!

Fuck!

Fuck!

I'm gonna go, I'm gonna go see what's going on.

Hey, come on. What's happening?

Get out!

Stay down.

Fuck!

Ned! Ned!

Ned!

I'm gonna pink 'em all, you hear me?

Hear me? Hear me?

I'm gonna pink 'em all.

I'm not going anywhere, alright?

I'm gonna pink 'em all.

You said you're, you..

You, you said you're the Monitor.

Yeah, that's right.

I'm the Monitor.

Look at that. Feel my skin, yeah?

Nothing's gonna get through that.

No, nothing's getting through.

Make her proud, Ned. Make her proud.

Go, Ned.

Time to go to work, boys!

- Alright. - You fucking..

- Ahh, fuck! - Yeah, Neddy!

Don't try that, you bastards!

- We are the Sons of Sieve! - Go, Neddy!

- Fire it up, boys! - Yeah, Ned.

I'm coming out, you English fucking dogs!

Fucking here we go then! Ah!

You can't get me in here!

I'm the fuckin' Monitor!

Oh, come on then, ya cunts!

You're cunts. I'll get every single fuckin' one of ya!

You fuckin'..

Ah, you fucking cunts. Ah, you..

I'll rip your fucking heads off.

You come to me, you try and blow my fucking house down?

You try to fuckin' rob my ma!

Better not bugger with the sons of fucking Sieve.

I'm coming, Danny! I'm fuckin' coming.

I'm comin', Danny!

I'm fuckin' coming.

My boys!

My boys!

I'll kill you people!

I'm the Monitor, ma.

I'm a son of Sieve.

Ma, I'm sorry.

Ain't nothing to be sorry for.

Proud of you, son.

Look at you.

I'm scared, ma.

That doesn't make me a coward, does it?

No, son, it don't.

When I go..

...they'll come.

Be a governor and a priest.

And they'll escort you to where it's to be done.

I'm told a man by the name of Upjohn will do it.

And they'll ask if you want to say anything, but don't.

It's hard to be strong when you speak.

You're not to give 'em the satisfaction.

When the time comes, you just look straight ahead..

...and think of me.

And then what happens?

Then you're to die like a Kelly.

What is it about we Australians?

What is wrong with us?

Do we not have a Jefferson?

A Disraeli?

May we not find someone better to admire

than a horse thief and a murderer?

Why must we always make such an embarrassing spectacle of ourselves?

I have in front of me the writings of a madman.

My reward for putting an end to the Kelly outrage.

He was right.

His parsing was poor.

On his final day, Ned Kelly seemed calm, but pale.

This effect might have been produced by the white cap placed over his head.

As he stood on the drop..

...he remarked in a low tone

"Such is life."

And with the snap of his neck..

...the outlaw known as Ned Kelly..

...was gone.

My wish for you, my dearest child

is that all the coarse words and cruelty I have related in these pages

seem queer and foreign to you, like some strange tale

from an ancient world.

But if they do not, and you, like I, have suffered from injustice

at the hand of oppressors, remember that you are a Kelly.

And never forget that you were mine and that you are loved.

Whatever they write about me, whatever names I am given

or whatever falsehoods are attributed to me

know that much is true.

So go out into the world and make of it what you wish.

Write your own history.

For you are my future now.