Ned Kelly Page #3

I don't wanna... I got a wife

and two children.

What are they gonna do without me?

What are they gonna do without...

- No!

- Look at me. Look at me.

God forgive me!

God forgive me.

I don't know why I took his watch.

It was something to do

with him not needing it.

Later, I thought

about sending it to his family.

But by then, the papers had me down

as some sort of monster...

so I thought,

"No point now.

I'm damned anyway. "

Is it true what they've been saying

about the three coppers?

Yeah, it's true.

Oh, God.

It was a fair fight, Ma.

Better them than Ned.

They'll kill him now.

They'll kill him for sure.

Don't shoot, lad.

I'm unarmed.

Come on. Put that away.

There aren't any troops.

Aw.

- You're bloody chirpy for this hour of the morning.

- Gotta keep your voice down.

- I've a visitor.

- Who?

- Mary Hegarty.

- Mary Hegarty!

- Mm.

- Jesus. She can be only 13.

I'm not superstitious.

Well, well, well, well, well.

I've never met a man whose lies are worth

2,000 before, especially not Irishmen.

- It's 6,000.

- Is that what it's up to?

My cock alone's

worth more than that.

I could do

with the money meself.

I'd build a shed out the back,

buy a few horses.

In fact, I could buy half

of Beechworth with all that.

- That's very funny, Aaron.

- Clause two.

They've recalled parliament.

Passed something called

"The Felons Apprehension Act."

It means we're listed as outlaws.

We can be shot

on sight by anyone who chooses.

They said

I'd lost what it meant to be human.

Maybe I never had it

in the first place.

But wasn't this about

protecting the ones I loved...

the ones who gave me food and shelter,

even the clothes on me back.

And therefore,

wasn't it now a war?

Dan, you see

that wooden gate?

Around the back there

is their living quarters.

If anyone's there,

you keep 'em there.

- Can I help you?

- Yes, you can. Me name's Edward Kelly.

- His mates call him Ned.

- Ned Kelly?

- I'm sure I've heard that name somewhere bef...

- I'm sure you have, sir.

Stay where you are.

What do you think you're doing?

Who are you?

Going to a funeral, eh?

Better do as I say, or it'll be your own.

- Ma.

- Shh.

- Fanny Shaw, what are you doing here?

- I work here.

- I can't believe it.

- What are you doing here, Steve?

We're robbing the bank. Me and Fanny

used to go to school together.

Steve. Hello, kiddies.

- You're Ned Kelly.

- That's right.

What are you going

to do with us?

You're coming with us to Faithfulls Creek.

We can't leave anyone behind...

to raise the alarm,

now, can we?

Mr Kelly, we are supposed

to be attending a funeral today.

As you can see,

I'm dressed in mourning wear.

Obviously unsuitable for a woman travelling

in the countryside, hostage or not.

- Even a blackguard like yourself...

- Susan!

I do apologize

for my wife's behaviour.

There is no need

to apologize on my account, Charles.

The man is wearing a magenta cravat,

for God's sake.

I have an outfit

just arrived from Melbourne.

L'eau du Nil silk.

Well, you'd better

put it on then. Go on.

Joe, you should follow her, make sure she

doesn't signal from the windows with her bloomers.

- How dare you!

- Sure. I'm doing no harm.

What are these, these skulls?

- I collect them.

- Hello.

So you're Joe Byrne?

The papers say you have the facial features

of a creature born to crime.

I'm the handsome one

in the bunch.

They also said you married a Spanish housemaid

in Diniliquin with the exotic name of Madela.

We were just good friends.

Mm. I suppose

you have a lot of good friends.

I'm sure there's no harm

in being friendly.

No, I don't suppose

there is.

Oh, you're a beast...

an absolute beast.

She's taking an awfully long time.

He just fell off the other side

right into a puddle.

- You'll never guess who I ran into last week.

- Who?

Danny O'Reilly. He's working on the new

rail line. He's got a wife and three kids.

Sure. That's grand.

I haven't seen him in at least three years.

That's like one kid every year.

Hey, Ned. Look at this.

Mortgages.

One of'em's for old man Wick's place.

- I recognize a couple of the others too.

- They're of no use to you.

They're the only records I have of the

bank's debtors. Can I have them back, please?

No.

So I killed their policeman,

and I robbed their bank...

but burning their mortgages... well,

that was destroying Crown property.

It was like slappin'

Queen Victoria herself across the face.

So they send in Hare,

Superintendent Francis Hare...

late of Cape Town,

South Africa.

And wasn't this the challenge

of your whole life, Superintendent?

A feather in your cap.

You can't catch me.

You don't have a hope of catching me,

so you take my friends instead.

Over a hundred men arrested,

stuck in stinkin'cells without trial...

while their crops

perish in the fields.

And guess what. Not one of'em

caves in and tries to claim the reward...

not one of'em.

They loved mejust the same

and hated you all the more, didn't they?

Did you really think I was

gonna let 'em all rot?

Two and a half thousand pounds. There's enough

to pay rent on the leaseholds for lads in jail.

Thomas, you can take what you need for

your mother to pay off her debt to McTeague.

- Thanks, Ned.

- And there's some for McKinleys and Bill Skilling...

whatever he needs

for his da.

Have you heard anything

about me ma?

They set a trial at the end of last month.

She's been given three years hard labour.

I'm sorry, Ned.

I say, give me that back.

That blackguard

just stole my watch.

- They say the Lord helps those who help themselves.

- Give him back his watch.

- What?

- You heard what I said. I said, give him back his damn watch.

Have you gone simple all of a sudden?

We're robbing the bank.

Listen here, kid. This is the last time

I tell ya... Give him back his damn watch.

You're not innocent men.

You're a bunch of common criminals.

Did you hear that? If we act like common

thieves, that's just what they'll call us.

My mother is rotting away

in a prison cell...

because of the lies

of a policeman named Fitzpatrick.

She's an innocent woman,

and so are these boys here.

My Irish brethren have been

unlawfully imprisoned...

and blacklisted

from their selections.

How do you expect me to behave other

than to stand up against this treatment?

Any one of you here can take a shot

at me and not be charged for it.

There's me gun.

Any of you feeling brave enough,

go ahead.

No?

That's what I thought.

So if I can beg your patience,

this is my statement...

to the Premier of Victoria,

Graham Berry...

and you here

are my witnesses.

Joe, take out a pen and paper.

We'll write ourselves a letter.

Dear Sir...

Dear Sir...

"Dear Sir...

"I wish to acquaint you

with some of the occurrences...

"of the present,

past and future.

It will pay government

to give those people who are suffering..."

...justice and liberty.

"...justice and liberty.

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