Ned Kelly Page #2

Just offering

the young lady a drink.

- She doesn't want one from the likes of you.

- A problem there, Fitzpatrick?

No. There's no problem here,

Constable.

I'm sorry if I upset you...

Kate.

Right.

This one's a request from Ned Kelly.

Right.

Follow me, lads. One, two.

The nerve of the bloody knacker.

Look at him. Acts as if he owns the place.

Come here and dance

with your sister! Come on!

That fella needs taking down

a peg or two, that's for sure.

- Ned, the horses are gone.

- What?

The biggest thieves and liars

the sun ever shone on.

The Victorian police.

Well, I'm telling you something

now, boys.

I'm not gonna let these bloody maggots

put one over on me.

To change a horse's brand

is easy, easier than you'd think.

You just pluck the little hairs

and prick the skin with iodine.

A "C"or an "O"

can become a "Q. "

"Q"for "Quinn"...

me mother's maiden name.

Who's that at this hour

of the night?

- Dan, is Kate in?

- Yeah, she is.

Well, would you mind telling her I'd

like a word, please? In private, like.

No, I won't. She wants nothing

to do with you. You know that full well.

Well, I'd like to hear that

from her, if you don't mind.

Fitzpatrick, you've already heard that

from her many's the time.

Will you do yourself a favour.

Take a ride home.

- You think you're so smart.

- Yeah, yeah, yeah.

- I've a warrant for you.

- You've no warrant, you fool.

A Kelly stole them horses. I know it was,

and I have a warrant for you.

Ned and all.

I've warrants for both of ya.

I don't suppose

I could see them warrants, could I?

There's your warrants.

Hmm? There's your warrants.

Oh, hello.

I just came down

to find my riding jacket.

I thought I left it

here somewhere.

I haven't seen it.

I was sure it was here.

If I find it, I'll be sure to bring it up

to the house for ya.

- All right then.

- Right.

- You're from England?

- Yes.

Surrey, actually.

You're Irish?

Yeah. Me da was from Tipperary, but I was

born here. I've never been to Ireland.

I came over when I was 17.

Richard acquired the land

through his family, and...

My da had to go to all the trouble of

stealing a sheep to get the trip over here.

He got a free fare then.

He was lucky.

Yeah.

- How are you tonight?

- Fine. Till you showed up.

Drink, boys?

- Steve?

- I don't drink with coppers.

Aye. There's no need for that.

So I'm leaving here tomorrow.

The work here for me is finished now.

Yes. I know.

So I won't

be seeing you any more.

You sure you don't want to have

a better look for that riding jacket?

No. I... I must have

left it in the house somewhere.

Well, it was nice

to have met you.

I really should go.

I think you're the most beautiful woman

I've ever seen.

- You don't have any warrants at all, do you?

- Oh, I do, Mrs Kelly. I do.

I don't believe this.

You just plain thick or what?

Come on, Kate.

I'm just having a bit of fun, you know.

Now, let's

see those bloody warrants.

I've split me head open!

You bastards!

- It's your hand, you bloody idiot.

- Hey, Fitzpatrick.

- Bottom rung on top now, huh?

- Shoot him.

- Don't, Dan.

- Give him back his bloody gun.

Go on! Get!

I'll be back for ya,

ya bastards.

Can you believe the brass neck

on that idiot?

Trying to be all friendly

with the grog.

Yeah. He seemed sobered up

when you pointed the gun at him.

- See his face?

- I'm glad you think this is all very funny.

- Where have you been?

- Never mind where I've been.

- What's happened?

- Fitzpatrick couldn't hold his brandy and lemonade.

- What are you talking about?

- We had a fight with Fitzpatrick.

- A fight? Why?

- He said he had warrants for me and you.

- What warrants?

- Horse stealing, but there was a load of shite in it.

- Whether it was or wasn't, there's trouble now either way.

- You can't take that seriously.

How can you stand there and act like this

is one big joke, after all the trouble...

we've had with coppers

in this family?

- What are you thinking, Joe?

- You and Dan oughta clear out for a day or two...

just to be safe.

God willing,

it'll all blow over.

What the hell

happened to you?

- Ned Kelly shot me.

- He what?

Take your rotten hands

off me, you bastard!

- Get off her!

- You're under arrest! I'm taking you to the cells!

You filthy bastards!

Ned! Ned!

- Ned. Jesus, Ned, they've arrested Ma.

- They what?

Yeah. They've taken her to the cells,

charged her with attempted murder.

- Attempted murder?

- And Fitzpatrick's saying you took a shot at him.

- I wasn't even there.

- We know that, but it's your word against his.

Take the word of a drunken liar

and arrest an innocent woman?

Is that right?

I won't take this injustice!

I'm gonna kill him!

I swear I'll scatter his blood

and brains like rain!

- Ned! Ned! No!

- Stand aside!

- No, Ned! Don't make this worse for Ma!

- Stop it, Ned!

Take the children inside, please.

- What are you doing here?

- They arrested me ma.

- What for?

- The copper says I tried to kill him.

Why?

'Cause he's a bastard liar,

like all coppers. That's why.

The thing is,

I wasn't even there.

I was here with you.

You could tell the truth, show the

swine up for the drunken liar he is.

- And then they'd have to release me ma.

- That's impossible.

I couldn't. Do you realize

what that would mean?

Yes.

I can't. I'd be disgraced.

He'd take away my children, and...

It's all right. I understand.

- Ned.

- Go ahead. Go ahead.

Right.

I made them an offer at the outset:

Charge me

and let me mother go.

The answer came back:

"We don't bargain with outlaws.

We'll catch you anyway. "

You see those stretchers?

You know what they're for?

The bastards ain't plannin'

on takin' prisoners, that's for sure.

There's another party down

past the neck of Bullock Creek.

Four of'em. They've hemmed us in

on either side, whether they know it or not.

We'll come back at dawn, hold up

these two, take their guns and horses.

At least then we'll have a chance of

making a run for it.

Right.

Drop your arms!

Christ, it's Lonigan, Ned.

You've killed Lonigan.

Do you want marmalade, Ned?

Are you gonna kill me or what?

I'll leave the force first thing tomorrow

morning. I swear it on me mother's life.

Ned.

- Jesus Christ.

- Do as I said, and no one will get shot.

Sergeant, you'd better surrender.

You're surrounded.

You been into the whisky again,

you old sod?

- Get some toast on, Lonigan.

- Lonigan's gone, and you two'll be next...

If you don't get off them damn horses.

Oh, Christ!

Give it up, man! It's over!

Will you stop running?

I won't shoot you. I swear.

Why didn't you surrender?

I wouldn't have shot ya.

I can't breathe!

- No! I can't breathe!

- Right, right, right.

Listen. It's okay.

I can't breathe.

One minute. One minute. One minute.

- It's all right. It's all right.

- Oh!

Why did you have to run?

I wouldn't have shot ya.

God damn. Look. No.

- I don't wanna die like this.

- No. No. I'm sorry I shot you.

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