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This is how they
shall remember me,

my mother that reared me,
my family, my friends,

not broken,

not bedraggled,

not condemned.

No prisoners!

Edward, will thou take
Caitlyn Mary here present

to be thy lawful wife

according to the right of
our Holy Mother, the Church?

I will.

Mind you, die
like a Kelly son.

Such is life.

* They turned him out of
Beechworth Jail in 1871

* He put in three long years
behind those walls

* For the stealing of a horse

* Which he swore
he'd never done

* But now he sees the sun
and turns his back upon it all

* Walk softly cried
the magistrate who
counted up the score

* Walk softly cried
the turnkey as he
clanged behind the door

* Walk softly cried his
comrades cringing on
that prison floor

* But the summer's
on the meadow

* And the wind
is in the gum tree

* And the Beechworth Jail
is many miles behind him

* In prison ship and shackles

* His father reached this land

* He stole one pig

* For that crime he paid

* Inside a cold,
dark prison cell,
he died a broken man

* And he left his wife
to curse the crown

* While his children
dug his grave

* Speak softly,
cried the jailor

* Laying slop upon his blade

* Speak softly,
cried the turnkey
as he opened up the gate

* Speak softly,
cried his mother

* It's been,
oh, so long to wait

* But the summer's
on the meadow

* And the wind
is in the gum tree

* And the Beechworth Jail
is many miles behind you

* They told him
it was over and his
song was damn well sung

* They told him
wild Australia
would have to change

* And he'd better
watch his temper

* And he'd better
mind his tongue

* Or the next time
that he walked
inside those gates

* He'd surely hang

* Speak boldly cried
his father from the
grave in which he laid

* Speak boldly cried
his country

* There's a trust
that's been betrayed

* Speak boldly cried
his conscience

* There's a debt
and it must be paid

Hey, you know
who's come back?

Hey, he's back! Neddy!

He's back!

* But the summer's
on the meadow

* And the wind
is in the gum trees

* And the Beechworth Jail
is many miles behind you *

Don't you know...

Neddy! Neddy, it's great...

I thought I'd never
see you again,
and that's the truth.

Ma, come on,
you don't think

they could get
rid of me as easy
as that, do you?

I thought I'd never
see him again.

Is it Ned?

Who else would it be,
me pie eyed brother?

Me baby brother.

Ned, I'd never have
recognized you under
all that mistletoe.

MRS. KELLY:
I can't shut you up...

This is George King, Ned.

Very pleased to meet you, Ned.

He's a friend of mine,
all the way from
California in America.

Land of the free
and the home of the brave.

He's stood by us
like the saint himself
in these hard times.

We haven't signed
the papers yet.

We're waiting
for you to do that.

Well, put a bit of a smile
on your face, Ned Kelly

and don't be looking
like a man on the gallows.

Where did you get
the horses, Dan?

Dan, you didn't...

We bought them,
Ma, honest.

George had a bit of
a win at the cards
and here we are,

all above board.

I can get you some
if you like, Ned.

Now, don't
start talking
like that to Ned,

and after him being
inside so long.

Let's give Ned
a right, fine welcome.

To my sweet Erin home.

Are you all right, Ned?

Yeah, I'm not used
to it, I suppose.

It must have
been awful in jail.

Well, I'll tell
you something,
me darling sister,

they're never ever
going to get me
in there again.

Oh, it hasn't
been like this
since you left.

And how has it been
these past two years?

How's your husband?

Will you listen
to them, Ned?

Oh, they're glad
to see you back.

It will all
be different now.

Has it been bad then?

Pretty bad.
Till George came.

He helped.

George is
all right, Ned.

He makes Ma happy,
and he's brought
some money in.

I know where from, too.

A few stray ones.
And he's a great
hand at poker.

I'm sure.
He's an all-rounder then.

Now, listen here,
my thick headed
Irish brother,

I'm not having you
stirring.

Don't worry, Maggie,
we're the Kellys.

We're the Kellys.

We're the Kellys!
We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!
We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!
We're the Kellys!

Kellys!

MRS. KELLY:
* My young love said to me

* My mother won't mind

* And my father
won't slight you

* For your lack of kind

* She stepped away from me

* And this she did say

* It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day

Shall we be together,
for a while?

* She stepped away from me

* And she moved
through the fair

* And fondly I watched her

* Move here and move there

* And then she went homeward

* With one star awake

* As a swan in the evening

* Moves over a lake

* Last night she came to me

* My true love came in

* So softly came she

* Her feet made no din

* She laid her hand on me

* And this she did say

* It will not be long, love
Till our wedding day *

Good morning,
Miss O'Donnell.
Good morning.

You won't be running
off and getting yourself
into trouble again, will you?

I mean, you will
be staying around?

For a while.

What's going on?
Happens everyday.

You'll never get
away with this.

There's nothing
I can do.

Well, I'm not paying
for me own cattle,
do you understand?

Why should he?

You keep out of this Kelly
or you'll go back to
where you came from.

But it's robbery.

It's outright
flagrant robbery.

What's this
all about?

They were found on
Mr. Whitty's land.

They were grazing
where they always graze.

If the land is Mr. Whitty's,
you must keep them off it.

Why don't you
build fences?

Where do we get
the money from?

Just this once,

and understand me
all of you

this will be the only time.

Now release your cattle.

And take care
you keep them
on your own land.

I'll have no more
of this brawling.

* Will you come
and share with me

* All the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon

* For there are
gentle things to do

* Lovely things to see

* In the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon

* Your body warm beside me

* My head upon your breast

* Are the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon

* The birds are
in the coop above

* I hear them sweetly sing

* Of the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon

* They say we'll live forever

* Our love's a lasting thing

* In the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon

* And someday
when we're older

* With a smile we may recall

* Pleasures of
this Sunday afternoon *

Ladies and gentlemen,
the winner!

He was supposed
to be in jail.

Well, maybe he's
learned his lesson.

Off to see the winner,
Superintendent.

Well done me boy.
Very impressive!

Now how would you
like to work for me?

Who are you?

This is Mr. Whitty, Ned.

I've heard you've
had a bit of
trouble in the past,

but I can forget that.

The gall of some men
is hard to believe.

What do you mean?

I don't like stealing
other people's cattle.

Or impounding as it's called
in the name of the law.

I'll find myself
an honest job,
Mr. Whitty.

What do you two
gentlemen be wanting?

That's a grand
looking engine
you have there.

What?

I say, it's a
grand looking
engine you have.

Yes.
Hi.

Any chance of a job?

NED: What are your names?

My name's
Aaron Sherritt.

Joe Byrne.

Ever done this kind of
work before, lads?

No. We've just
come out of prison.

I suppose I better be looking
after me own kind then.

Welcome to the
sweatshop, lads.

All right lads,
dinnertime.

NED: "The sound of
horses' feet knocking up
through splashy ground.

"Then the grunting
of weary men.

"Lifting noise of stirrups.

"And sometimes
a clank of iron

"mixed with a wheezy
crooning of leather

"and the blowing
of hairy nostrils."

Ninety pounds, I reckon
he was worth, 90 pounds.

A shot on, shipped all
the way from Liverpool

to improve his stock.

You have no
proof, sir.
Thank you.

There's no doubt
it's those Kellys.

Their house is a
meeting place for
all thieves, criminals

and good-for-nothings
in the district.

They say that
the mother keeps a
grog shop on the sly.

Have some
more tea, Captain.
Yeah, thank you.

Mr. Whitty.

WHITTY: What do you want?

It's about your bull.

I found it straying
on my property.

I've taken it to the pound.

Perhaps you might
like to recommend me

to be a member of your
stock protection society.

He's a very flash
young man.

Well the sooner
you take the flashness
out of him, the better.

We'll be first there
to see Whitty when he
has to pay the 30 shilling.

There'll be
a red face
there all right.

It won't make a bit of
difference, Ned.

Not unless you change
the whole system.

And in my country
it's different.

In my country all men
are created equal.

MAN 1: Then why did you
leave it then, George?

GEORGE: Now, here they
can even put you away
for playing that.

MAN 1: Oh, come on.
Let's have some
drinks up here.

MAN 2: Oh, come on.
Where are the drinks?

* There was a wild
colonial boy

* Jack Doolan was his name

* Of poor but honest parents

* He was born in Castlemaine

* He was his
father's only hope

* His mother's pride and joy

* And so dearly
did his parents love

* The wild colonial boy

* When scarcely sixteen
years of age, he...
Ned...

* When scarcely
sixteen years of age

* He left his father's home

It's all right, boys.
It's a grand song.

Don't hold with
the banning of it.

Now come on boys.
It's time for
the next round.

* Their flocks
he would destroy

* Oh, what terror
to Australia was

* The wild colonial boy

* In '61, this daring youth

* Commenced his wild career

* With a heart that
knew no danger

* No stranger would he fear

* He bailed out
the Beechworth
Royal Mail coach

* And rubbed Judge McAvoy

* Who trembled and
gave up his gold

* To the wild colonial boy

* He bade the judge
good morning

* And told him to beware

* He'd never rob a poor man

* Who whacked it on the square

* Three mounted
troopers came inside

* Kelly, Davis and Fitzroy

* Who thought that
they would capture him

* The wild colonial boy

* Surrender now, Jack Doolan

* You see, we're three to one

* Surrender
in the queen's name

* You daring highwayman

* Jack drew his pistol
from his belt

* And waved it like a toy

* I'll fight but
not surrender cried

* The wild colonial boy

* So come along my hearties
We'll roam the mountain side

* We'll roam
the mountainside

* Together we will plunder

* Together we will ride

* We'll scour
along the valleys

* And gallop over the plains

* For we scorn
to live in slavery

* Bound down by iron chains

Ned?

Come on, Ned.

Come on.

My friend,
my larrikin darling.

A breath of fresh air
will do you a power of good.

You did a bit of damage
down there at the pub
last night, Ned.

Somebody put
something
in me drink.

Now why would
anyone want to do
a thing like that?

It was you who
put something
in me drink.

Of course, I didn't.
Come on, now.

What did you do,
you bastard?

McIntyre.

Hold it, boy.

OFFICER: Lonigan!

Lonigan!

Hold him up!
Pull him up!

Take hold of him.

I won't have any trap
put the darbies on me.

Then let me
put them on.

Ned, please.

If I ever have to
kill a man, Lonigan,
you'll be the first.

JUDGE:
In view of the
unusual circumstances

surrounding
this case, sergeant,

I'm refusing your
application for a
general sessions trial.

Silence!

Edward Kelly,

I find you guilty
of resisting arrest
and drunkenness.

You are fined two pounds.

And one guinea,
of course, for damage
to police uniforms.

Hey, Ned,
one of your
drinking mates.

Closing down,
are you?

You've been doing
a good job these
last few months.

What do you want?
I'm surprised
of you people.

It's about your
brother Dan, Ned.

What about Dan?

I was on the grog
there and he broke
into a man's shop.

And if he'd give himself
up, he'd get a fine of a
few shillings, nothing more.

NED: Bollocks.

McInnes was easy
on you, Ned.

Since when have
I become a trap?

Look, no matter
what you think,

I never spiked your grog.

You don't wanna be
stirring up more trouble
for the family, do you?

It'll do you better
to think it over.

NED: Steve!

Ned.

NED: Where's my brother?

What are you doing here?

Dan, Fitzpatrick's
been to see me.

It has nothing
to do with you.

Is it true what he says?

Don't play the
big brother with me.

Sometimes it's
better not to run away.

Since when have
you been working
for the traps?

Don't blame
yourself, Ned.

NED: Three months.

I thought he'd
get a pound or two
and some cost,

but three months...

You're too
trusting, Ned.

That has always been
one of your troubles.

Bloody Fitzpatrick.

Why did I have to go and trust
an Irish turncoat bastard

with the Union Jack
engraved on his ass.

They are almost as bad
as the orange men themselves.

What's the matter with you?

I've been over
at Whitty's paddock

looking at my stock.

MRS. KELLY: Out at Whitty's?

GEORGE: The roan I bought
a couple of weeks ago
is over in Whitty's yard now.

He said it was on his land.

I thought I taught
that Whitty a lesson.

Yeah, well it seems like
he's a slow learner.

So what do we do now?
Pay the pound fee?

What do you think?

Staying behind, lads?

Yeah!

* Mother, tell me mother

* Where has my Daddy gone?

* And why is my
Daddy always leaving?

* Now, hush my child
and go to sleep

* He's working with
the cows and sheep

* Daddy does his
ranching in the evening

* Mother, tell me mother

* Why he took his gun along?

* For I know it is
not the gaming season

* Well, hush my
child, and go to sleep

* It is bigger game
your daddy seeks

* For daddy does his
hunting in the evening

* Mother, oh, dear mother

* I see him coming now

* And seven bonny third
of Brits he's leading

* Hush my child
and go to sleep

* And of these things
do never speak

* For Daddy makes his
living in the evening

* Mother, tell me mother

* Is that my Daddy's voice?

* Calling to you
so early in the dawning

* Well, hush my child
and go to sleep

* It's not the time
to bother me

* For Daddy does his
loving in the morning *

Me bloody cooking.

Go, go good looking.

Get on! Get on!

I'm afraid that I can
only offer you half
our usual agreement.

That's robbery,
Baumgarten.

Yes, that's very true.
But in the absence now

of any further bidders...

On the way here
we passed only some
four police patrols.

Looking especially
for stolen horses.

Mr. Baumgarten,
I take it you are open
to the usual negotiations.

Ah...

You are presuming
on my gambler's nature.

Well, I think I have someone
who can match you this time.

Mozart!

Why bother, Mr. Kelly?

Mozart has rubber limbs.

Try again.

Enough, enough!

How much is it I owe you?

Four and a half feet.

That's four
pounds ten shillings

above your price,
Mr. Baumgarten.

Which brings the
total to 200 pounds
if I'm not mistaken.

The Irish... The Irish,
I can never understand.

All other nations
in the world, even
the most primitive,

but the Irish, never.

I think it has something
to do with the rain.

Never let it be
said that the Jews

are not great
philanthropists
and sportsmen.

And teased,
Mr. Baumgarten.

Thanks.

Ned, the way things are,
I think I'll shove
off for a while.

Try my hands at cards again.

I'd like you to give
this to your mother
when you see her.

Keep it, George.

In view of your
condition, madam.

I have no wish
to distress you.

However, I cannot believe
that in three months,

you have had no
word from your son
or your husband.

Leave it or not
as you choose,
Mr. Nicholson.

You are aware that
Mr. Whitty has offered
a reward of 100 pounds

for a conviction
of horse stealing
against your son.

Oh, I'm aware of that.

It occurs to me
there are better
ways to collect it

than strutting
about my home like
an under-fed turkey.

Your son Dan
is about to be
released from prison.

Your son Jim is
still serving a sentence.

Your son Ned has
a price on his head.

And you've already
lost one husband.

In all humanity, madam,

I must counsel you
to leave this district.

It can only mean
disaster to remain here.

A Kelly never runs away.

Good day, madam.

This is my house.

On my land.

And it will take more
than objects like you

and Mr. Whitty to
chase me away from it.

NED: Give my love to
the land of the free,

and the home of the brave.

What will your
mother do now?

She will be all right with me.

I have no wish
to oppress anyone.

But, we have
two things to do.

To prevent crime
and to pursue those guilty.

In order to do the
first, we must root
out gangs like this.

There is only
one place for them.

Pentridge Jail.

A small offense
is the best to
convict them for.

Keeps them out of
trouble. Prevents
them becoming heroes.

And it takes the
flashness out of them.

But they are dangerous.

And I order you
never to go near the
Kelly homestead alone.

Always in twos.
One constable must
always support another.

What do you want?

Is Dan at home?

What do you want him for?

Well, I just
want to ask him
about some horses

missing over at Chilton.

MRS. KELLY: He's
only a couple of
days out of prison.

What could he have
to do with horses?

Then he has
nothing to lose

to be riding into town
with me and getting
the whole thing cleared up.

Have you, Dan?

I'm having
me dinner first.

Sure.

You've got a warrant
to enter our house?

Need no warrant.
I'm here to arrest
Dan for horse stealing.

You can never
get away with that
without a warrant.

This is me warrant.

Kate, come and
get your dinner.

When is the boy supposed
to have taken this horse?

He hasn't left here
ever since he got home.

Don't be shy, Kate.

MRS. KELLY: Keep your hands
to yourself you...

MAGGIE: Don't you touch her.

If Ned could
see him now.

He's there.

He's bleeding.

Get some water,
someone.

It's the most
beautiful time of
the day, no mistake.

May the Saints
protect you all.

And you, too.

Oh, well, I best
be on me way.

And I promise
you all I'll say
nothing about it.

Not a word.

In, lads. Let's have them!

Where is your
son, Edward Kelly?

Find him.

Where is he?
Find him, you've got
a long enough nose.

You are charged
for the shooting
and attempted murder

of a police constable

whilst engaged
in his duties.

Shooting and
murder, is it?

And where did the
bullet come from, pray,

but out of the neck
of brandy bottle.

And as for Ned himself,
the boy wasn't even here.

All right.

And it takes a lot of you

for the assault
on one woman
and her children.

What brave
roaring pigs you are!

JUDGE: Mrs. King, or as
you are more commonly
known, Mrs. Kelly,

you have been found
guilty of aiding

and abetting
the attempted murder

of Constable Fitzpatrick.

You have persisted
in carrying your baby

throughout the trial
in a grotesque,

and unsuccessful attempt
to procure sympathy.

I can only assume
that it is your wish

that your baby share
the sentence that
I am about to impose.

Three years imprisonment.

If your son Ned were
here, I'd give him 15.

Three years?
They can't do it to her.

She's had enough.

She'll get a year's
remission for good
behavior, don't forget that.

Good behavior?

She'll have a knife
into the first trap
that goes into her...

There's only
one thing to do.

I have to give myself up.

Ned, no.

In exchange for my mother.

I give myself up for her.

We'll send
a message to say so.

Impossible,
Mr. McInnes,
quite impossible.

I will not have criminals
putting terms to me.

And quite apart from that,

I do not need
the Kelly brothers
to surrender themselves.

You have my assurances,
they will be taken
within the week.

Maggie!

Shh. Ned, we saw
four men on horseback
down by the creek.

I think they are
troopers in
plain clothes.

* Now poor jolly troopers
from Mansfield town

* Were sent out to hunt
all 'em Kelly boys down

* They searched
through the wombat
for most of the week

* And they camped
on the banks of
Stringy Bark Creek

* But Lonigan's widow

* She's singing no songs

* She walks these red hills
and she cries all night long

* They say that Ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong

* But tell that to
Lonigan's widow

* Early that morning
with laughter and shouting

* Kennedy and Scanlan
they rode off to scout

* And left McIntyre
to cook up the grub

* While Lonigan sang
at the old washing tub

* They were cleaning the camp
and boiling some tea

Spit it off!

* When up jumped Ned Kelly
with his comrades three

* A shout and a cry
and the crack of a gun

* Lonigan staggers

* And Lonigan's done

* But Lonigan's widow
she's singing no song

What's your name?

McIntyre.

Who is he?

Lonigan.

Didn't recognize him.

Put these on him.

Do you give me your word
you won't try and escape?

Ned...
Shut-up.

I give you me word.

Don't trust him,
you fool.

Shut up. And when
the other two get back
you get them to surrender.

I don't want
anymore killing.
Do you understand?

They're coming!
They're coming!
Take cover.

* The word is he's dying
Nobody will speak

* When they tell
of the glories on
Stringy Bark Creek

* But Lonigan's widow
she's singing no song

* She walks these red hills
and she cries all night long

* They say that Ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong

* But tell that to
Lonigan's widow

Up to you now, mate.

* So, sing up, Ned Kelly

Sergeant, they've got
the camp surrounded.

* The pride of Australia,
the scourge of the crown

* Sing of his bravery
and God bless us here

* And bury the truth
as you bury the dead

Dan!

* But Lonigan's widow,
she's singing no songs

* She walks these red hills
and she cries all night long

* They say that Ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong

* Ned Kelly ain't
never done wrong

* Ned Kelly's
never done wrong

* Go tell that
to Lonigan's widow *

Why didn't the
bloody fool surrender?

Let's go.
Yes.

Let's be off now.

Don't go.
Kelly, don't leave me.

Finish it off...
I can't last
much longer.

For God's sake, man.

Finish it off.

Turn your head away.

Murder, gentlemen,
cold blooded murder.

These are
the only words for it.

Whatever excuses
may have been made
for these men before,

they are forfeited now.

We can only proclaim
Ned Kelly and his
brother, outlaws.

And place a price of

2,000 pounds
on their heads.

Parliament is acting
on this today.

Society must
protect itself.

That will be all,
gentlemen. Good day.

Terrible thing, this.
It was butchery,
Mac.

It could so easily
have been avoided.

Well, if only Kennedy
had been more careful.

If only you'd
agreed to Kelly's deal.

Newspapers!
We're famous.

We're worth
2,000 pounds.

Two thousand pounds?

Couldn't have painted me
blacker if they tried.

If only then
knew you, Ned.

Words are very loud,
if only you can use them.

What do you mean?

To make everyone understand.

Maybe we wouldn't need
guns and powder then.

What can we do?

Suppose I write a letter.

"What would
people say

"if they saw a strapping
big lump of an Irishman

"shepherding sheep
for 15 bob a week?

"Or tailing turkeys
in Tallarook ranges

"for a smile from Julia?

"They'd say
'He ought to be
ashamed of himself,'

"but he'd be
a king compared
with a policeman

"who deserted
the shamrock,
the emblem of wit

"and true bravery,
to serve under
the flag of a nation

"that transported
his forefathers to
Van Diemen's Land.

"To pine away their
young lives by
blood they are born.

"Beauty in
starvation
and misery.

"Among tyrants worse than
the promised hell itself."

JOE: Ned, they'd
never read it.

You are cracked, Ned,
they'd never listen
to lads like us.

We could deliver it publicly,

and collect the money we need.

Run to the back.

Say hello.

* Oh, someone stole
O'Banyon's pig

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Pat McCarver's
horse and rig,
blame it on the Kellys

* And someone robbed
the Sydney mail and
sacked the Jerry fairytale

* If potato crops should fail

* They'll blame it
on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys blame it on the Kellys

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

It's the Kelly Gang.

At last.
There must be
some mistake.

The game's up, Ned,
come quietly.

I'm not Ned Kelly, sir.
But I am.

* If anybody steals a horse,
blame it on the Kellys

* If anybody breaks the law,
blame it on the Kellys

* If anyone does something new

* Or does what
he would like to do

* And if the troopers
don't know who

* They blame it on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys, blame it on the Kellys

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

I've come to make
a withdrawal. Bail up.

Unlock your safe,
hand out your cash.

Now we are all
going for a drive.
Come along, Mrs. Scott.

Out of the question.
We are going to a funeral.

* It's posted up
on every wall

* Blame it on the Kellys

* There is no crime
too great or small

* To blame it on the Kellys

* They've killed
a thousand souls they tell

* You know they're bound
to burn in hell

* I think I'll steal
a horse myself

* And blame it on the Kellys

You got my money.
You dishonor the dead.

I'll make sure
I do that.

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

Come along, children.

They're a credit
to you, ma'am.
Thank you, Mr. Kelly.

I must say, you are
much better looking

than we've been
led to believe.

But why does
such a young man
wear a beard?

My mother used
to say, Mrs. Scott,
that kissing a man

without a beard
was like eating
porridge without salt.

You eat porridge
without salt,
Mrs. Scott?

Oh, never,
Mr. Kelly.

Excuse me.

* Someone killed
old Jim Devine

* Blame it on the Kellys

* It was a dark
and deadly crime

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Someone killed
old Jim Devine

* We don't know
how he did the crime

* The poor old man was 109

* But blame it on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys, blame it on the Kellys

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

Ladies and gentlemen,
before you go...

There's something
I'd like to say.

The newspapers
have called me
a murderer,

but my conscience
is as clear as
the snow in Peru.

I have never murdered anyone.

I killed a police
in a fair stand-off fight.

So, if I'd been defenseless,

they would have
shot me down like a dog.

I was outlawed without cause

while seeking
justice for my mother.

If I get that justice
I will cry a goal.

If I do not,
I will seek revenge

while God gives me the
strength to pull a trigger.

I have written a letter
explaining all this

to a member of Parliament,
Mr. Donald Cameron.

And we would like you,
madam, to make sure
its delivered to him.

You won't let me
down now, will you?

I won't let you
down, Mr. Kelly.

* In the glade,
the cow's gone dry

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Something made the baby cry

* Blame it on the Kellys

* What's that you say?
What's that you say?

* Someone robbed
the bank today

* And though they
were 28 miles away

* We'll blame it
on the Kellys *

WOMAN: Keep your hands
off me.

No...

Did they publish it?
What?

My letter.
Are you mad, Ned?

It's just the opposite,
they've arrested

all our friends
and sympathizers.

What?
Everyone that you gave
money to from your rower.

They are going to try
them as accomplices.

It's war.

Open, outright declared war.

I'll make those
stiff-necked unicorns wish

they'd never heard
the name of Kelly.

* It hasn't rained
in seven months

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Sister Peggy is having fun,
blame it on the Kellys

* Your sister Peggy's
had her fun

* But I fear that
she's been badly done

* She's bulging out
a bit in front

* So blame it on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys, blame it on the Kellys

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

Blacksmith!

I haven't seen
you, gentlemen,
here before.

No, we are new
in town, we've
come to protect you

from the Kelly Gang.

* Landlord,
he closed down the mill

* Blame it on the Kellys

* I'm out of work
and my woman's ill

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Late last night
when all was still

* Who crept over
the window sill?

* And left us bread
and left us milk

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys, blame it on the Kellys

* Shame, shame
upon their name

* Blame it on the Kellys

* Blame it on the Kellys,
boys, blame it on the Kellys

Good morning,
constable.

* Blame it on

Sir, we've been held up.

Don't be
bloody stupid.
Pay up!

* The Kellys

What are all these?
All just bank papers.

Some mortgages,
you wouldn't
be interested.

What kind of mortgages?

Oh, land, you know,
the larger land owners
find it a sound economic

proposition to annex
the smaller properties.

Do they indeed?

They belong to some
of the largest land
owners in the district.

They have to find
some other sound
economic proposition

apart from
robbing the poor.
My life policy is in there.

You've got 15
seconds to find it.

And don't take
anything else,

otherwise it'll mature
sooner than you think!

8,000 pound reward,

and we are still no closer
to getting them. Why?

There is a lot
of bad feeling

about the men
you are holding in
prison without a trial.

People don't want
to help the police.

* We're having
a jolly good time

* The range is not far away

* And those on the track
think it's mighty fine fun

* To sit on
their asses all day *

You are all going home.
MAN: What's that?

WOMAN 1: Let's
have another drink.
There you go mate.

A great day for us now.

Friends, comrades,
everyone.

This is a good day.

And we'll have
many another.

Fearless, free and bold,
that's how we'll live.

But first, we have to fight.

Take up our own color.

The green flag of Ireland.

Ah, the gamey shamrock,
declare war on the
whole English world,

until this is
our land and our law.

And then our oppression
and our suffering,

these will perish like
the frost melting on
the green lawns of Ireland.

Friends, let's drink to it.
To our own republic.

To the Republic of Victoria.

ALL: To the
Republic of Victoria!

These men can
track at a gallop,
Commissioner.

They can pick up signs
no white man can see.

You let me know
if anything else
comes to your notice.

I will, sir.
Thank you very much.

Kellys! Kellys, very near.
We'll go catch them?

No, we'll go back to camp.
Come back tomorrow.

Well, that
beats everything.

Let's follow them,
keep out of sight
and pick 'em all off.

And have another
Stringy Bark
on our hands?

No, next time
it's got to be
something different.

If there is a
next time and those
bloody black trackers

don't catch us
in our beds.

You can't stay here, love.

It's not safe here.

It's not safe anymore.

I'm not
leaving you, Ned.

The black trackers
can trace us anywhere now.

On the run, in the bush.

There's no place for you.

Anyway, you'd only
tie us down, love.

I love you, Ned.

Goodbye, Caitlyn.

* Don't ask me where I've been

* Don't ask me what I've done

* Don't ask me why
I'm feeling sallow

* Never get no nourishment
and you never touch the sun

* When you're living
in the shadows of the gallows

* Who will pray
a prayer for me?

* Who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I am a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And crows pick out my eyes

* I'll be swinging in
the shadows of the gallows

* Oh, the jailer
looked me in the eye

* He said,
be straight and true

* And he read me rules
I swore that I would follow

* But I pinched
his watch in leaving

* Oh, what else can you do?

* Born in the shadows
of the gallows

* But who will pray
a prayer for me?

* Who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And crows pick out my eyes

* I'm swinging in
the shadows of the gallows

Months and
months of waiting
and still no sign.

Be patient, Superintendent.

Joe Byrne's house
is the only point of
contact they've got left.

There will be someone
along sooner or later.

I just hope you are
not fooling us,
Sherritt.

I'll never
understand
you, Aaron.

Why do you
do this? Why?

Because Ned's twice
the man of any of us.

* Are you telling me
that you love me?

* I believe you do

* But you feed me lies
you know I cannot swallow

* And so you sons of bitches

* I'll be spitting down at you

* While I'm choking in
the shadows of the gallows

* And who will pray
a prayer for me?

* And who will stop to cry?

* And who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And crows pick out my eyes

* I'm swinging in
the shadows of the gallows

* But once I'm hung,
cut me down

* Bury me so deep

* For if you go
and bury me too shallow

* And my voice
it rings like thunder

* And I'll wake you
from your sleep

* And drag you through
the shadows of the gallows *

Ransoming
a bloody Archbishop.

The Republic of North
Eastern Victoria.

Every idea is dafter
than the rest.

Leave him be,
he's planning
something.

Here, this is
what we need.

Christ, it's damn heavy.

The Bible says,
"Turn your armor
into plowshares."

But I say unto you,

turn your
plowshares
into armor.

We'll be crippled.
Are you mad, Ned? Mad?

Listen, for months
now we've had to run

because the traps
have had all the
power and all the steel.

Now we can attack,
with these we can
become invincible.

It's just a dent.

All we've got to
do is to find
the right situation.

Draw them out,
dig ourselves in.

Protected by our iron
and our armor,

we can shoot
them all down.

All the traps of Victoria.

If you kill one,
you are a murderer.

If you kill a hundred,
you're a hero.

I don't trust it, Ned.

Still, it could be a spree.

Ma, I've been trying
to get to you for weeks.
Joe.

You've walked
right into a trap.

What?
The police are
everywhere watching.

You go and
I'll drive them off.

You sure?
Of course, I'm sure.

Where else did
he get the money
for these new clothes?

This is our chance.

As soon as we've
dealt with Aaron,

let the troopers leave.

The first thing
they'll do is to
contact headquarters.

Nicholson will be there,
just waiting to pounce on us.

He'll send all
the men he's got,
and quickly.

All we have to do
is to rip up the
railway tracks,

and wait in our armor.

I know the very
place, just past
the inn at Glenrowan.

As soon as the train crashes,
they'll all be at our mercy.

The four of us will blow
the head out of them.

Then, Tom and all
our friends will join us,

and together ride to Benalla
and proclaim the Republic.

But first take care of Aaron.

Who is it?

It's Anton Wicks.
I've lost my way.

It's an old German
who lives up the valley.

You lost your way, Anton?
Yeah.

Quick, hide
under the bed!

Bring them in.

Tell your
mother we're here.

Aaron?
Dead.

Train can't be long now.

Have you got
the rockets, Jack?

Here, Ned.

Now understand this,
take the rockets
down to the station,

and wait behind there
until the train is wrecked,

then fire the rockets.

Tom Lloyd and all
our loyal friends

and supporters are
waiting in the hills.

That's the signal
for them to join us.

Do you understand?

Yes, Ned.
Yes, Ned.

When the train
is wrecked,
rockets will go up.

All right,
drop your tools.

Now, get inside.

Still no sign of it.

Ah, let's have a drink.

Where are you,
my old biddy?

What is it to be,
Ned, my love?

A hot toddy?

Gentlemen, what
will you be drinking?

To the Republic.
To the Republic.

NED: Who's
the little fellow
with the bad foot?

Curnow, the
school teacher.

Poor little bloke.

What time is it?
10:50.

For God's sake,
Gordon, warn
headquarters,

we've been
here for hours.

They're still
waiting out there,
I'm not gonna get shot.

Bracken, we've
got to do something
about that train.

I'm just waiting
for a chance.

Those bastards haven't
taken their eyes off me
since I came in here.

Mr. Kelly.

I can't show my hand here
in front of the others.

But I want you
to know I'm with you.

Thanks.

Two brandies, please.

I think you should know
that the station master
has a gun in his belt.

Just waiting for
a chance to use it.

Come on, boys.

I ought to shoot you
with it, you bastard!

Much obliged
to you, Mr. Curnow.

Perhaps I can do you
a favor sometime.

Oh, my wife
isn't very well.

I wonder if I could
take her home.

Not now. Later.

We only just got
the message, too, sir.

Horses.

BOTH: Mr. Standish!

* Tell me that you love me

* I believe you do

* But you feed me lies
you know I cannot swallow

* And so you sons of bitches

* I'll be spitting down at you

* While I'm choking
in the shadows

* Of the gallows

* And who will pray
a prayer for me?

* And who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And the crows
pick out my eyes

* I'm swinging in the
shadows of the gallows *

* Surrender now, Jack Doolan,

* For you see,
we're three to one

* Surrender in the
Queen's high name

* Or your living days are done

* Jack drew a pistol
from his belt and
waved it like a toy

* I'll fight but not surrender
cried the wild colonial boy

* So come along my hearties
we'll roam the mountainside

* Together we will plunder
Together we will ride

* We'll go around the valley
and gallop over the plains

* For we scorn
to live in slavery,
bound down by iron chains *

Train! The train's coming.

It's coming, Ned.

We're done.
Get the armor.

Get these lights out.

That bastard Curnow.
He must've warned them.

Cover the corners.

Aim!

Fire!

Shoot him. The train
must be wrecked.

But I heard no crash.

Quick, send up
the rockets.

Must be wrecked
or they wouldn't
be shooting.

WOMAN: Sebastian! Sebastian!

Bloody fools.
They let the rockets off.

Are you all right?

Aye, all right.

Get Steve
and Dan inside.

Cover me
from the windows.

JOE: Why, what
are you gonna do?

I'm going out there to
stop Tom and the others.

They're running straight
into the traps' fire.

Those civilians
in there, Commissioner...

Shall we give
them a chance
to come out?

Absolutely not, Nicholson.

Now we've got the Kellys,
we can't let them slip.

Now, steady.

It's all gone wrong.
Ned, what happened?

Somebody warned
the bloody train.

The traps are everywhere.

Attacking now would
be suicide.

I'm going back
to get the boys.

We'll fight our way out.

We'll join you
later in the hills.

Wait for us there.
I'm coming with you.

No, wait.
This is my fight.

Where is Ned?
He's probably
getting help.

Well, why is he
taking so long?

He'll be back.

Why is he being
so bloody long?

WOMAN: Can we go now?
Please, can we go now?

MAN: Not yet,
they'll butcher you
if you go out there.

Oh, shit!

He's dead.

Those civilians,
Superintendent...

You better try
and get them out now.

Yes, sir.

Troopers, hold all fire!

Anyone who is free and
able can come out now!

You raise your hands
above your heads!

Stop where you are!

You lie down on the
ground on your stomachs

with your hands
above your head!

OFFICER: Hey,
look at that.

Do you think we
should rush them, sir?

No, Sergeant,
reinforcements
are coming.

He must be dead.

Yeah.

Ten count.

BOTH: One, two,

three, four,

five, six,

seven, eight, nine...

Ned Kelly.

Get outta the way.

Come on.

Ned?

Ned!

Ned.

Ask the boys to surrender.

If they're alive,
they'll fight.

I do not wish to win a word
of pity from anyone.

All I ask is that
my story be considered.

If my lips can
teach the public

that men are made
mad by bad treatment,

then my life will not
be entirely thrown away.

For myself,
I do not fear death.

I fear it as a little as
to drink a cup of tea.

In a new community,

where society is
not bound together as
closely as it should be,

there is a class

which looks upon the
perpetrators of crimes
like these as heroes.

Such unfortunate,

ill-educated,
ill-prompted youths

must be taught to consider
the value of human life.

Edward Kelly,

I sentence you
to death by hanging.

May God have
mercy on your soul.

Yes, I'll meet you.

There.

* Don't ask me
where I've been

* Don't ask me
what I've done

* Don't ask me why
I'm pale, frail, and sallow

* For you'll never get
no nourishment

* Never see the sun

* Living in the shadows
of the gallows

* Who will pray
a prayer for me?

* Who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I am a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And crows pick out my eyes

* I'll be swinging in
the shadows of the gallows

* Oh, the jailer
looked me in the eye

* He said,
be straight and true

* And he read me rules
I swore that I would follow

* But I pinched
his watch in leaving

* Oh, what else can you do?

* When you're born in
the shadows of the gallows

* But who will pray
a prayer for me?

* Who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos
chew my feet away

* And crows pick out my eyes

* I'm swinging in
the shadows of the gallows

* Tell me that you love me

* I believe you do

* But you feed me lies
you know I cannot swallow

* And so you sons of bitches

* I'll be spitting down at you

* And choking in
the shadows of the gallows

* Who will pray
a prayer for me?

* Who will stop to cry?

* Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow?

* As the dingos chew
my feet away

* And the crows
pick out my eyes

* Swinging in the shadows
of the gallows *