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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!
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 *