Ned Kelly
I was the hero of Hughes Creek.
I can still see the glint in me da's eye
as he looked down at me...
his hand on me shoulder.
What did he call me that day?
Ah, what did Da call me?
That's right.
He called me Sunshine.
You're a pretty girl.
You're Wild Wright's horse,
aren't ya?
I know whose ya are.
It's all right.
I'll look after ya.
Handsome-looking horse you got there,
Ned. You're cuttin'a flash, all right.
Ah, great.
You're Ned Kelly, aren't ya?
Red Kelly's boy?
Get down, Jane.
Fine animal you got there.
- Distinctive, wouldn't you say?
- She's Wild Wright's.
- That's the postmaster's mare.
- No, it isn't. It's Wild Wright's.
- He lost her when she bolted into the bushes.
- You're a liar, Kelly.
- No, I'm not. I found her this morning, grazing.
- She's been reported stolen.
- Stolen, me arse!
- A horse thief!
- Get your hands off me!
- You're under arrest.
Stand, Kelly, or I swear to God,
I'll shoot you down.
- I was only going after the horse.
- You were trying to escape.
You're just as thick as your bloody father.
Jesus Christ! Now, what are you trying
to do? I could've tanned your hide for that.
- Strike an officer, and you'll bloody swing for it!
- Strike you down to the ground!
- No blows struck yet, Constable Hall!
- Help me, someone!
Help him! Help Constable Hall!
Poor Constable Hall!
- He's such a f***in' rat!
- He's trying to kill me, the rascally blackguard!
- Help me, someone!
- Stand put! Go on! Put me down!
He tried to shoot me, for Christ's sake!
All right! All right!
Is that the best you can do,
you bloody coward?
Go on. I can take it.
That's enough!
Hello there! Please, can you help me?
Hello! Hello there!
Please! Slow it down, please!
Come on! Come on!
Please!
Please, now! Oh, come on!
Give us a ride, you bastards!
Christ, it's muddy enough
to bog a dog.
- So, where'd you go after Beechworth?
- May Day Hills on a road gang.
Ah, you see Sean Gallagher?
I heard he was up there.
Yeah. I saw him
for a while.
Hey. I think that's old man Wicks and...
What's his daughter called?
- Sarah.
- Sarah. That's right. She's a picture.
Oh, we could be in love, boys.
Mr Wicks, good mornin'.
Mr Wicks, I don't know if you remember
me. I'm Aaron Sherritt, Mr Wicks.
- If you could just hold up for one moment...
- If anyone can persuade...
an old man to share his daughter
with three larrikins like us, it'll be hard.
So how's me ma?
- What?
- Ah, the coppers have been giving her a hard time, Ned.
Something goes missin',
a bullock or anything...
they come round the middle of the night, tear
the place apart, scarin' the kiddies and all.
- She's had it hard.
- Come on, lads!
- Jump up!
- Well, will you look at that.
What did I tell ya?
- Thank you very much, sir.
- Thanks a lot, Mr Wicks.
Thank you, Mr Wicks.
Dan!
Ma, there's someone coming.
Oh, God. It's Ned.
Neddy!
Mommy,
I named Hobson's kookaburra.
- What did you name him, darlin'?
- Beefy, 'cause he likes beef.
- Well, that's a fine name for a kookaburra, Grace.
- Who's the proud father, Ma?
Don't even ask. He's a long time gone.
That's all there is to it.
- The stinkin' Proddy.
- He was a Yank.
George the baker.
We were married, Ned, right and proper.
Well, that's grand, Ma.
Christ! Will you stop messin'?
I'm sick of the pair of ya.
Give your mother some respect, or I'll give
ya a hidin', both of youse, ya hear me?
- And who are you, anyways?
- Steve Hart.
Well, seein' as how the two of you
are so full of beans...
you can both get off your asses
and help me fix up this place.
- You haven't done a minute's work to help your ma, have you?
- Come on, everyone.
- Sit down, now.
- What kind of stew is it?
Wombat. A wombat's a marsupial,
and it lives in a hole.
I know, darlin;
I put one in the stew.
Shh. Da-da-da. La-la-la.
Ned, would you like
to say the grace?
All right.
Dear Lord, thank you for looking
after me mother...
me sister Grace, me sister Kate
and me brother Dan.
- Thank you, Lord, for our beautiful baby Ellen...
- Shh, shh, shh.
And for this wonderful stew
made out of wombat.
- Amen.
- Amen.
Amen.
It's not easy for
an Irishman in Queen Victoria's colony...
to walk the straight
and narrow...
but I toed the line...
despite all temptations.
- With me fighting
with my fists for money.
And after all, I did three years
for that stolen horse.
Wild Wright only got 18 months.
You think I was gonna let that one slide?
I declare Ned the winner!
Bets are in.
So, are we square?
Course we are, you mad bugger.
Come here!
Thank Christ for that!
Could it be possible that
the Kellys were finally getting ahead?
That I could actually
better meself?
Steady.
Excuse me.
You there.
- Would you mind coming and holding my horse's thing?
- All right.
Steady.
Now, what thing are you
talkin' about, ma'am?
Are you gonna help me
or not?
I've been riding him pretty hard
the last two days.
Poor thing's been holding on since Saturday.
His bladder's paralyzed with the colic.
- Good God.
- Have you got that?
- Right there. Good. Good.
- Just hold it there.
Keep still.
I'm glad that's not me. Christ.
- Steady.
- Whoa, boy. Whoa, boy.
Okay. All right.
Watch your boots, boys! Whoo!
- It looks like you've done this kind of thing before.
- Only on horses.
Thank God for that.
My name's Ned Kelly.
Pleased to meet ya.
- Hello, Ned.
- Right.
Watch out, lads! Here
he goes again! Clear the way!
The horse is too wild.
It can't be broken.
A waste of damn money.
Fetch my rifle, please.
What? You can't
just shoot a horse 'cause it's wild.
- What else can we do? We can't keep it here.
- Why don't you set it free?
for you if you like.
I've broken horses before. You can ask
around. I'd like to give it a try, at least.
We know there's not much point.
The horse is bad.
You know, the Chinese say you should
have only one true love in your entire life...
otherwise you are no better than
What did he say?
Good thing I'm not Chinese.
What did he say?
He said what a lucky fellow I am to be
with such a beauty as you.
Too lucky, if you ask me.
Oh, hello, Kate.
I didn't see you there.
- I'm just having a swift pint after work.
It's not like I'm a regular or anything. A
man needs to relax after a hard day's work.
What would you know
about a hard day's work?
Sleeping and drinking and beatin' up
yellow fellows is all you ever seem to do.
That's not fair, now.
I'm only doing me job.
I get along with everybody.
Everybody gets along with me.
- Can I buy you a drink?
- No, thank you. I have money.
- I just wanna buy you a drink.
- I said I don't want one.
You're startin'
to get on me nerves now.
Think you're too good for me?
Is that it?
- Who do you think you are?
- Let go of me bloody arm. You're hurtin' me.
- Let go of her arm, you.
- I'm just bein' friendly, Ned.
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