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unless she wants her head blown off.

Lizzie, is that you?

Joe.

Why do you think he did it?

Just for the money?

Maybe he started thinking

he was some kind of big shot...

instead of

a sh*t-kicker's son, like us.

We have received word

that one of our informants...

has been shot dead

by the Kelly gang...

over near Beechworth.

We will entrain immediately

and proceed to Wangaratta.

From there, you'll be

split up into units...

and will fan out

across the country...

encircling

the immediate vicinity.

Stay close

to your troop commanders...

for your orders of march.

I would remind you all...

the men we are hunting

have not only plundered two banks...

kidnapped

men, women and children...

but have murdered

three of your fellow officers.

They have outrun us before,

gentlemen.

Do not allow them

to do so again.

Don't you worry, sir.

We'll show the bloody animals.

We'll blow 'em all

to kingdom come.

These are not animals, Constable.

These are men who have been glorified

as the leaders of a movement...

a movement that threatens the stability

of an entire country.

Underestimate them, and it will be you

who will be blown to kingdom come.

They say the trouble with the Irish...

is that they rely

too much on dreams...

and not enough on gunpowder.

Whereas the English

were shy on dreams, as usual...

but had plenty of the other.

Now we had both.

- I suppose you're the Great Orlando.

- That I am.

Well, I'm the Great Ned Kelly,

and this here is the Fabulous Joe Byrne.

We'd like to join your circus.

Ohh.

Mm.

That's right. You're not

seeing things. It's a camel.

I've got a lion and some ponies back down

the road. And the Great Orlando of course.

If you're here to rob the train,

you're too late.

We're not here

to rob the train.

Joe, get this lot inside.

This good-looking fella

over here is me brother, Dan Kelly.

These are my friends:

Joe Byrne

at the bar there...

and Steve Hart

there in the back corner.

And I'm Ned.

We're all Irish boys

and selectors'sons.

Had war declared on us...

by Victoria,

by New South Wales.

By the crown.

And by the London Times even.

The reward on our heads is

the biggest one yet offered in the world.

It's up to 8,000.

It's a lot of money.

We're the only four lads

in the whole country...

the entire empire, in fact...

that any one of you fine citizens

is allowed to kill...

no questions asked.

No, it's true.

The queen said so herself.

That's right.

It's Regina versus us, the Kelly gang.

So our plans were set.

One. The traitor,

Aaron Sherritt...

dead, as arranged.

Two.

The police special from Benalla

coming to meet us.

The line torn up

to send the train to hell, as arranged.

Three. Superintendent Hare,

if he lives...

easily worth

an outlaw's mother.

And four. The townspeople

out of harm's way...

drinks on us, as arranged.

- Here you go.

- Oh, lamb! My favourite.

- Ohh!

- Ohh!

Now, cheer up there,

Mr Curnow.

You're witness to history.

How many schoolteachers

dream of that?

Come on, Hare.

Where the hell are you?

Were you sleeping?

You thinking of using that?

I'm mulling it over.

Right.

You don't remember me,

do you?

You were just a boy then.

You were riding a Palomino mare

with a white blaze.

Jane. Yeah.

Yeah.

Seems like a long time ago,

doesn't it?

A lifetime.

Where's the other fella?

Where's Curnow?

Ned, Curnow's gone!

Come on!

Give me a hand here!

Quickly!

Get those horses off!

Knights in shining armour.

- Curnow stopped the train.

- Jesus.

- What does this mean?

- Hare's on his way.

You mean we didn't

get any of'em?

Not a soul.

There'll be a hundred

of them... at least.

You okay, Dan?

Yeah, I'm okay, Ned.

Steve?

Short life,

but a merry one.

- Joe?

- We're gonna give them a good old fight, aren't we?

Well, that's that then.

All right.

Everyone listen to me!

We're getting you

out of here!

Hold your fire!

We've got women

and children coming out.

It's a trick!

Stop your fire!

Cease fire!

Hold your fire!

Cease fire!

Get down on the floor!

Keep your heads down!

Stay on the floor!

They fired at us!

They shot him!

Keep as low as you can,

you hear?

All right.

Let's give it to 'em.

Hit the lights.

Fire!

They have armour

on their bodies!

Aim for their arms

and legs!

- Ohhh! Ahhh.

- He's been shot!

- They've shot Hare!

- All right. Get back inside.

Get back inside.

Come on.

Oh! Dan,

reload me pistols!

I got the bastard

that shot me.

Give me that anyways. Rifle!

Bullets. Come on.

Aw. The monkey's been shot!

Poor little bugger!

Ah, dear God.

Oh! Sh*t.

Somebody help me,

for Christ's sake!

Keep low! Get around

the back of the bar!

Can you find me something

to stop the bleeding?

Get down!

To hell with all you bastards!

Ned! Where the hell

are you going?

Get this lot around the back.

Ned?

Now's your chance. Quickly!

Out that back door there!

Aaah!

Ohhh!

Hands up, the lot of you,

or you'll be shot down like dogs!

Don't shoot!

I got him!

I got Dan Kelly!

No, you bloody well haven't.

Jesus Christ, lads.

I think I need a drink.

What I best recall is riding alone...

with the sun behind me...

seeing me own shadow

cantering ahead...

against the roadside weeds

and willows...

and leaving me

stretched far behind...

galloping to chase it...

Like a centaur

in the picture books.

Well done, Ned.

I wore it seriously...

me hero sash

of green and gold.

Proof that

I've saved a life as well.

I'm out of rounds.

Do you have any left?

Only two.

I guess that's

all we need then, isn't it?

We never stood a chance, did we?

No.

Steve.

No.

It's Ned Kelly.

Christ almighty, it's Ned Kelly.

Do you mind if I have this?

Hey! Look! It's Ned Kelly!

Ned!

Hey, Ned!

Such is life.

Despite petitions for a pardon that bore

a total of 32,000 signatures...

Ned Kelly was hanged

on 11 th of November, 1880.

He was 25 years old.

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