Ned Kelly Page #4

"I seek revenge for the evil name

given me and my relations.

By the light that shines,

this is my warning. "

My brother and sisters

and mother...

have to put up with the brutal

and cowardly conduct of a parcel of...

- "...big, ugly..."

...big, ugly, fat- necked...

- "...fat-necked..."

- Wombat-headed.

Wombat-headed.

"...wombat-headed,

big- bellied..."

- Magpie-legged! - Magpie-legged.

Thank you very much, ma'am.

Joe, write that down. Magpie-legged.

"...narrow-hipped,

splaw-footed...

sons of Irish bailiffs..."

Or English landlords better known

as what? Victorian police.

This section here you might

find less amusing, Superintendent.

I give fair warning to all those

who have reason to fear me...

not to attempt

to reside in Victoria.

Neglect this

and abide by the consequences...

which shall be worse

than than the rust in the wheat.

I do not wish to give this order full force

without timely warning...

but I am a widow's son

outlawed...

and my orders

must be obeyed.

Hey! Look! It's Ned Kelly.

- Look!

- Oh, my God.

It's Ned Kelly and Joe Byrne.

Can I get a kiss then?

Of course you can.

And a ladies' man, eh?

Where will you go, Ned?

The country belongs to us.

And we'll go wherever we like.

I hear you're planning

on getting married, starting a family.

Well, I'll tell you this, lad.

Lack of cooperation will

make it very hard for me...

to get you out of here

and back to that girl of yours.

I got nothing to tell you.

I don't need to tell you

about the reward out. It's a lot of money.

You could put it to good use.

You're a friend

of Joseph Byrne, aren't you?

You've known each other

since childhood...

served time together,

isn't that right?

Aaron,

it's the Kellys we want.

We don't care about Joe.

If we let this run its course...

he'll be shot down

like the others.

The only chance

your friend will have...

depends on you.

If you'll help me with this...

I'll guarantee his safety.

Ned!

Jesus Christ. Come on.

Let's go.

Sir.

They've poisoned it.

Lying low, living in caves,

you get to learn sometimes.

Eventually, you can read soils

and rocks like books.

I've watched gravel fade.

Dust settle into crust.

I've seen drips of water...

turn to stone

that defied gravity.

I've turned blood red

with cave mud.

I've been a bloody rock.

Aaah! Oh!

Sorry.

Wait... Please.

Can you help...

to scrub my back?

I can't reach.

Where's your husband?

Out looking for you,

like the rest of the country.

You took a risk

coming here.

Well, turn me in so.

- You think God'll forgive us for what we've done, Ned?

- I don't know.

I suppose we're

all gonna find out one day.

Just thinking of Ma

rottin' away in that cell.

Where do you think Da is,

heaven or hell?

No. He wouldn't

be in hell, you know.

He wasn't

such a bad fella. He...

He was just a dumb paddy

who got picked on his whole life.

And that does something

to your pride, you know?

Can't even picture him.

When I was 10 and

they gave me that green-and-gold sash...

for saving that kid

from drowning...

that was the last time

I remember him.

He was proud of me that day.

We gonna be okay, Ned?

Of course we are,

you little gorn, you.

You're just

gonna keep running, aren't you?

They'll catch you eventually...

or shoot you down.

Did you know they pardoned

Frank Gardiner in New South Wales?

On condition

he left the colony.

- He gave himself in.

- He wasn't an Irishman.

Then why don't you just leave the county now,

try for a new life somewhere in Queensland?

No. I can't.

It's not about me.

You know there's more to it

than that.

What would it take

to make you save yourself, Ned?

Hmm? My husband's best stallion?

Take it. It's yours. Forget the mares.

- More than that. Much more.

- What then?

The red one, too,

would be nice...

with you atop of it,

beside me.

For that you'd save yourself,

leave your friends behind?

And you your children.

Look.

You and me had no business

with one another in the first place, did we?

Wasn't that

the whole point of it?

Don't make me

grieve for you.

I ain't dead yet.

Rebel!

- Kate. It's all right! It's us!

- Oh... Oh, you bloody swine!

It's Ned. I know. Come here.

- Oh, my God.

- Now, Gracie, look at you.

You've grown too much.

Give us a cuddle. Come on.

Rebel, come on.

Come on.

So...

I saw that rascal Aaron Sherritt

the other night.

Oh, yeah?

And what did you give him?

Nothing,

you little scoundrel.

- Hmm.

- The thing is, I saw him talking to this fella...

all friendly like

on the way out.

Then the fella comes back here and starts

asking me all sorts of questions about you.

Such as?

When did I see you last

and where you were now...

that sorta thing.

- Is he a copper, do you think?

- I don't know.

Well, it could've

been nothing.

I just thought

you ought to know, like.

Thanks, Maggie.

Hello, Aaron.

Joe?

Ned.

So how's things, Aaron?

Not so bad. Well...

not too bad.

I've been reading

a lot about you, Ned.

You're a real terror altogether,

aren't you?

We've been meaning

to talk to you, Aaron.

We were wondering if you'd consider

acting as a scout for us.

We're heading into Beechworth

to rob a bank there.

A scout? Well, I'm flattered

you'd think of me, lads, but, uh...

- You're not interested?

- No. I-I'd love to.

If it was just up to me, I'd be in there

like a shot. You know that.

But I've got the missus

to think about now.

- Because between you and me, lads, she's up the spout.

- Ah, she isn't?

- Ah, sure, that's grand.

- Congratulations, Aaron.

Oh, thanks. Thanks.

- How are Dan and Steve?

- They're fine.

Say hello to them for me,

will you?

We will.

Well, I'd best

get back to the party.

Mary will be wondering

where I got to.

Sure. You go on

and look after that girl of yours.

Ahh.

I will indeed.

Sorry I can't help you out.

Good luck with it all anyways.

Aaron,

what are you doing?

Some coppers on horses

followed me until Wangaratta...

but I met up with Tom Lloyd and Bill

and we gave 'em the slip easy as you please.

- That's good.

- Here we go.

That's great, Katie.

Yeah, well, I wish I'd never bloody bothered.

You're all gonna get yourselves killed.

- We are not.

- You bloody well are!

No, we're not, Katie. We're gonna give 'em

a show like they've never seen before.

There's a certain type of black tribesman...

that bends in the wind...

blends into the background.

Mostly he employs

the help of the dead...

to destroy other people.

The "Night Dancer, "they call him.

God, when is someone gonna

give me some proper cards.

Who's in?

Ugh. Fold.

- I'm turning in.

- I guess all that losin' would make you tired.

- You in or you out?

- Gimme three.

- You?

- I'm out.

What's happening?

Go back to sleep, love.

Here. I call.

Three to the English queen.

It's blessed you are, Nigel.

Aaron!

- Aaron!

- Who's that?

Who is it?

Another one of your whores,

it looks like.

Just tell her to get lost,

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