Ned Kelly (1970) - full transcript

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This is how
they shall remember me.

My mother that reared me,
my family, my friends.

Not broken, not bedraggled,

not condemned.

No prisoner!

Edward, would thou take
Caitlyn Mary here present

to be thy lawful wife,

according to the rite

of our holy mother the church?

I will.



Mind you, die like a Kelly, son.

Such is life.

# They turned him out
of beechworth jail in 1871 #

# he put in 3 long years
behind those walls #

# for the stealing of a horse #

# which he swore he never done #

# but now he sees the sun #

# and turns his back
upon it all #

# "walk softly,"
cried the magistrate #

# who counted up the score #

# "walk softly,"
cried the turnkey #

# as he clanged the iron door #

# "walk softly," cried
his comrades cringing on #

# that prison floor #



# but the summer's
on the Meadow #

# and the wind
is in the gum tree #

# and the beechworth jail
is many miles behind you #

# In prison ship and shackles #

# his father reached this land #

# he stole one pig #

# and for that crime he paid #

# inside a cold dark
prison cell #

# he died a broken man #

# and he left his wife
to curse the crown #

# while his children
dug his grave #

# "speak softly,"
cried the jailer #

# laying slop upon his plate #

# "speak softly,"
cried the turnkey #

# as he opened up the gate #

# "speak softly,"
cried his mother #

# it's been, oh,
so long to wait #

# but the summer's
on the Meadow #

# and the wind
is in the gum tree #

# and the beechworth jail
is many miles behind you #

# They told him it was over #

# and his song
was damn well sung #

# they told him #

# wild Australia'd
have to change #

# and he'd better
watch his temper #

# and he better
mind his tongue #

# for the next time that
he walked inside those gates #

# he'd surely hang #

# "speak boldly,"
cried his father #

# from the grave
in which he laid #

# "speak boldly,"
cried his country #

# there's a trust
that's been betrayed #

# "speak boldly,"
cried his conscience #

# there's a debt,
and it must be paid #

did you hear that, mom?

It's ned! Neddy!
He's back!

# But the summer's
on the Meadow #

# and the wind
is in the gum trees #

# and the beechworth jail
is many miles behind you #

Shut your noi...

Neddy! Neddy!

Ah!

I... I thought
I'd never see you again,

and that's the truth.

Ma, come on, you don't
think they could

get rid of me as easy
as that, now, do you?

I thought I'd never
see him again.

Is it ned?

Who else would it be,
me fire-eyed brother?

And what's me baby brother
been up to?

Ned, I'd never
have recognized you

under all that mistletoe.

Oh, shut you up, Steve hart.

This is George king, ned.

Very pleased to meet you, ned.

He's a friend of mine.

All the way from
California in america.

Land of the free
and the home of the brave.

Stood by US
like the Saint himself

in these hard times.

We haven't signed
the papers, yet.

We're waiting for you
to do that.

Put a bit of a smile
on your face, ned Kelly,

and don't be looking like
a man on the gallows.

Where'd you get
the horses, daddy?

Dan, you didn't...

We bought 'em, ma, honest.

George had a bit of
a win at the cards,

and here we are.
All above board.

Get you something, huh, ned?

Now, don't start talking
like that to ned.

And after him being
inside so long.

Let's give ned
a right fine welcome.

To my sweet Erin home.

Are you all right, ned?

Oh, I'm not used to it,
I suppose.

It must have been awful in jail.

Well, I'll tell you something,
me darling sister.

They're never, ever going
to get me in there again.

Oh, it hasn't been like
this since you left.

And how has it been
these past 3 years?

How's your husband?

Oh, will you
listen to them, ned?

Ooh, they're glad
to see you back.

It'll all be different now.

Has it been bad, then?

Pretty bad...
Till George came.

He helped.

George is all right, ned.

He makes ma happy,

and he's brought some money in.

I know where from, too.

Oh, only a few stray ones.

And he's a great hand at poker.

I'm sure.
He's an all-arounder, then.

Now, listen here,

my thick-headed Irish brother.

I'm not having you stirring.

Don't worry, Maggie.
We're the Kellys.

We're the Kellys.

We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

The Kellys!

We're the Kellys!

Yeah!

Ha ha ha ha!

Kellys!

# Me young love said to me #

# my mother won't mind #

# and my father
won't slight you #

# for your lack of kind #

# she stepped away from me #

# and this she did say #

# it will not be long, no #

shall we be together?

For a while?

# She stepped away from me #

# and she moved
through the fair #

# and fondly I watched her #

# move here and move there #

# and then she went homeward #

# with one star awake #

# as the swan in the evening #

# moves over the lake #

# last night she came to me #

# my true love came in #

# so softly came she #

# her feet made no din #

# she laid her hand on me #

# and this she did say #

# it will not be long, love #

# till our wedding day #

Good morning, miss O'Donnell.

Good morning.

You won't be running off
and getting yourself

into trouble again, will you?

I mean, you will be
staying around.

For a while.

Oh!

What's going on?

Happens every day.

Hyah!

Let's have the final one.

You'll never get away with this.

There's nothing I can do.

Well, I'm not paying

for me own cattle,
you understand?

Why should he?

You'll keep out of this, Kelly,

or you'll go back
to where you came from.

But it's robbery.

It's outright flagrant robbery.

What's this all about?

They were found
on Mr. Whitty's land.

They were grazing
where they always graze.

If the land is Mr. Whitty's,
you must keep them off it.

Why don't you build fences?

Where do we get the money from?

Just this once...

And understand me, all of you...

This will be the only time
I'll release your cattle.

And take care you keep them
on your own land.

I'll have no more
of this brawling.

# Little Cathy #

# will you come
and share with me #

# all the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon? #

# For there are
gentle things to do #

# lovely things to see #

# in the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon #

# your body warm beside me #

# my head upon your breast #

# are the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon #

# The birds are in
the kooly boughs #

# I hear them sweetly sing #

# of the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon #

# they say we'll live forever #

# our love's a lasting thing #

# in the pleasures
of a Sunday afternoon #

# and someday when we're older #

# with a smile we may recall #

# the pleasures
of this Sunday afternoon #

ah!

Ladies and gentlemen,

the winner!

Looks like he's been injured.

Well, maybe he's
learned his lesson.

Ha. Mustn't hold it
against him,

eh, superintendent?

Well done, me boy.
Very impressive.

How would you like
to work for me?

Who are you?

This is
Mr. Whitty, ned.

I've heard you've had
a bit of trouble

in the past, but, heh,
I can forget that.

The gall of some men
is hard to believe.

What do you mean?

I don't like stealing
other people's cattle.

Or "impounding" as it's called

in the name of the law.

I'll find myself
an honest job, Mr. Whitty.

What do you 2 gentlemen
be wanting?

That's a grand-looking
engine you have there.

What?

It's a grand-looking
engine you have.

Aye.
Yeah, it's nice.

Any chance of a job?

What are your names?

My name's Aaron sherritt.

Joe byrne.

Ever done this kind
of work before, lads?

Uh, no, we've just
come out of prison.

I suppose I better be looking

after me own kind then.

Welcome to the sweatshop, lads.

All right, lads.
Dinnertime.

"The sound of horse's feet

"knocking up
through splashy ground.

"Then the grunting of weary men,

"the lifting noise of stirrups.

"And sometimes the clank of iron

"mixed with the wheezy
crowing of leather

and the blowing
of hairy nostrils."

Yee-ha!

Get the bastard in!

90 pounds that bull
was worth. 90 pounds!

A shorthorn, shipped
all the way from louisville

to improve me stock.

You have no proof, sir.
Thank you.

There's no doubt
it's those Kellys.

Their house is a meeting place

for all thieves, criminals,

and good-for-nothings
in the district.

They say that the mother
keeps a grog shop on the sly.

Have some more tea,
captain, sir?

Oh, thank you.

Mr. Whitty.

What do you want?

It's about your bull.

I found it straying
on my property.

I've taken him to the pound.

Perhaps you might like
to recommend me

to be a member of
your stock protection society.

A very flash young man.

Well, the sooner you
take the flashness

out of him, the better.

We'll be first there
to see whitty

when he has to pay
the 30 shillings.

There'll be a red face
there, all right.

It won't make
a bit of difference, ned.

Not unless you change
the whole system.

In my country, it's different.

In my country,
all men are created equal.

Then why did you leave it,
then, George?

Now, here, here they can
even put you away

for playing that.

Aw, come on, let's have
some drinks up here.

Aw, come on,
where are the drinks?

# It's of a wild colonial boy #

# Jack doolan was his name #

# of poor but honest parents #

# he was born in castlemaine #

# he was his father's
only hope #

# his mother's pride and joy #

# and so dearly did
his parents love #

# the wild colonial boy #

# when scarcely
16 years of age #

ned!

# He left... #

# When scarcely
16 years of age #

# he left his
father's home... #

Aye, it's all right, boys.

It's a grand song.

Don't hold with
the banning of it.

# He would roam... #

Come on, boys. It's time
for the next round.

# Their flocks
he would destroy #

# oh, a terror
to Australia was #

# the wild colonial boy #

thank you.

# In '61 this Darin' youth #

# commenced his wild career #

# with a heart that
knew no danger #

# no stranger would he fear #

# he bailed up #

# the beechworth
royal mail coach #

# and robbed judge macevoy #

# who trembled
and gave up his gold #

# to the wild colonial boy #

# he bade the judge
good morning #

# and told him to beware #

# he'd never Rob a poor man #

# who acted on the square #

# 3 mounted troopers
came in sight #

# Kelly, Davis, and fitzroy #

# who thought that
they would capture him #

# the wild colonial boy #

# "surrender now, Jack doolan #

# "you see we're three to one #

# "surrender in
the queen's name #

# you daring highwayman" #

# Jack drew his pistol
from his belt #

# and waved it like a toy #

# "I'll fight but not surrender"

# cried the wild colonial boy #

# so come all me hearties #

# we'll roam the mountainside #

# together we will plunder #

# together we will ride #

# we'll scour
along the valleys #

# and gallop o'er the plains #

# and scorn to live in slavery #

# bound down by iron chains #

ned?

Come on, ned.
Ugh!

Come on.

Ah, me friend.
Me larrikin darling.

A breath of fresh air will
do you the power of good.

You did a bit of damage
down there at the pub

last night, ned.

Somebody put something
in me drink.

Why would anyone want
to do a thing like that?

It was you...

Put something in me drink.

Of course I didn't.
Come on, now.

What are you doing, you bastard?

Ah!

Mcintyre!

Hold him, boy!

Uhh!

Lonigan!

Lonigan!

Hold him up.
Pull him up. Hold him up.

I'll take hold of him!

Uhh!

Aah!

I won't have any trap
put the darbies on me.

Then let me put them on.

Ned, please.

If I ever have to
kill a man, lonigan,

you'll be the first.

In view of
the unusual circumstances

surrounding this case, sergeant,

I'm refusing your application

for a general sessions trial.

Silence!

Edward Kelly,

I find you guilty
of resisting arrest

and drunkenness.

You are fined 2 pounds...

And one Guinea costs

for damage to police uniforms.

Hey, ned, one of
your drinking mates.

Closing down, are you?

You've been doing a good job

these last few months.

What do you want?

It's about your
brother Dan, ned.

What about Dan?

He's on the grog there,

and he broke into a man's shop.

Well, if he'd give himself up,

he'd get a fine
of a few shillings...

Bollocks!

Mcinnes was easy on you, ned.

Since when have I become a trap?

Look, no matter what you think,

I never spiked your grog.

You don't want to be stirring up

more trouble for
the family, do you?

You'd do better
to think it over.

Steve!

Ned!

Where's my brother?

What are you doing here?

Dan, Fitzpatrick's
been to see me.

It has nothing to do with you.

Is it true what he says?

Don't play
the big brother with me!

Sometimes it's better
not to run away.

Since when have you been
working for the traps?

Don't blame yourself, ned.

3 months.

I thought he'd get a pound or 2

and some cuffs, but 3 months!

You're too trusting, ned.

That's always been
one of your troubles.

Bloody Fitzpatrick.

Why did I have to go and trust

an Irish turncoat bastard

with a union Jack
engraved on his ass?

They're almost as bad

as the orangemen themselves.

What's the matter with you?

I've been over
to whitty's paddock

looking at my stock.

At whitty's?

The roan I bought
a couple of weeks ago

is over in whitty's yard now.
He said it was on his land.

I thought I taught
that whitty a lesson.

Yeah? Well, it seems
like he's a slow learner.

So what do we do now?
Pay the pound fee?

What do you think?

Staying behind, lads?

Yeah!
Yeah!

Whoo-hoo-hoo!

Whoo!

# Mother, tell me, mother #

# where has
my daddy gone? #

# And why is my daddy
always leaving? #

# Hush, my child,
and go to sleep #

# he's working with
the cows and sheep #

# daddy does his ranching
in the evening #

# mother, tell me, mother #

# why he took his gun along #

# for I know 'tis not
the gaming season #

# well, hush, my child,
and go to sleep #

# 'tis bigger game
your daddy seeks #

# for daddy does his hunting
in the evening #

# mother, oh, dear mother #

# I see him coming now #

# and 7 bonny
thoroughbreds he's leading #

# and hush, my child,
and go to sleep #

# and of these things
do never speak #

# for daddy makes his living
in the evening #

# and mother, tell me, mother #

# is that
my daddy's voice? #

# Callin' to you so early
in the dawnin' #

# well, hush, my child,
and go to sleep #

# 'tis not the time
to bother me #

# for daddy does his lovin'
in the morning #

ahh!

Me bloody cooking!

You stupid!

I'm afraid I can only offer you

half our usual agreement.

That's robbery, baumgarten.

Yeah, that's very true,

but in the absence now
of any further bidders...

On the way here we passed
no less than 4 police patrols

looking especially
for stolen horses.

Mr. Baumgarten,
I take it you're open

to the usual negotiation.

Ah, you are presuming
on my gambler's nature.

Well, I think I have someone
who can match you this time.

Mozart!

Why bother, Mr. Kelly?

Mozart has rubber limbs.

Try again!

Yahoo!

Enough, enough. How much
is it I owe you?

4 1/2 feet.

That's 4 pounds 10 shillings

above your price,
Mr. Baumgarten.

Which brings the total to...

Uh, 200 pounds,
if I'm not mistaken.

The Irish.

The Irish I can
never understand.

All other nations in the world,

even the most primitive...

But the Irish, never.

I think it has something to do

with the rain.

Never let it be said
that the Jews

are not great philanthropists

and sportsmen.

And thieves,
Mr. Baumgarten.

Thanks.

Ned, the way things are,

I think I'll shove off
for a while.

Try my hands at cards again.

I'd like you to give
this to your mother

when you see her.

Keep it, George.

In view of your...
Condition, madame,

I have no wish to distress you.

However, I cannot believe
that in 3 months

you've had no word from
your son or your husband.

Believe it or not

as you choose,
Mr. Nicholson.

You are aware
that Mr. Whitty

has offered a reward of
100 pounds for a conviction

of horse stealing
against your son.

Oh, I'm aware of that.
And it occurs to me

there are better ways
to collect it

than strutting about my home

like an underfed Turkey.

Your son Dan

is about to be
released from prison.

Your son Jim is still
serving a sentence.

Your son ned has
a price on his head.

And you've already
lost one husband.

In all humanity, madame,

I must counsel you
to leave this district.

It can only mean
disaster to remain here.

A Kelly never runs away.

Good day, madame.

This is my house on my land.

And it'ill take more
than objects like you

and Mr. Whitty
to chase me away from it!

Give my love
to the land of the free

and the home of the brave!

What will your mother do now?

She'll be all right with me.

I have no wish
to oppress anyone,

but we have 2 things to do.

To prevent crime,
and to pursue those guilty.

In order to do the first,

we must root out
gangs like this.

There's only one place
for them... beveridge jail.

A small offense is the best
to convict them for.

Keeps them out of trouble,

prevents them
from becoming heroes,

and it takes the flashness
out of them.

But they are dangerous.
And I order you

never to go near
the Kelly homestead alone.

Always in twos.

One constable must always
support another.

What do you want?

Is Dan at home?

What do you want him for?

I just want to ask him

about some horses
missing over at chilton.

He's only a couple of
days out of prison.

What could he have
to do with horses?

Then he's nothing to lose

by riding into town with me

and getting the whole
thing cleared up.

Have you, Dan?

I'm having my dinner first.

Sure.

You've got a warrant
to enter our house?

I need no warrant.

I'm here to arrest Dan
for horse stealing.

You could never
get away with that

without a warrant.

This is me warrant.

Kate, come and get your dinner!

When is the boy supposed
to have taken the horse?

He hasn't left here
ever since he got home.

Don't be shy, Kate.

Keep your hands to yourself,

you disreputable article!

If ned could see him now.

He's there!

Mother of god, he's bleeding.

Get him water.

It's the most beautiful
time of day,

there's no mistakin'.

And may the saints
protect you all.

Oh, well, I best be on me way.

And I promise you all
I'll say nothing about it.

Not a word.

In, lads!
Let's have 'em!

Get your hands off her!

Where is your son, Edward Kelly?

Find him.

Where is he?
Find him.

You got a long enough nose.

You are charged for the shooting

and attempted murder
of a police constable

whilst engaged in his duties.

Shooting and murder, is it?

And where did the bullet
come from pray,

but out of the neck
of a Brandy bottle?

And as for ned himself,

the boy wasn't even here.

All right.

And it takes the lot of you

for the assault on one woman
and her children.

What brave,
roaring pigs you are.

Mrs. King,

or as you are more
commonly known, Mrs. Kelly,

you have been found guilty
of aiding and abetting

in the attempted murder
of constable Fitzpatrick.

You have persisted
in carrying your baby

throughout the trial

in a grotesque
and unsuccessful attempt

to procure sympathy.

I can only assume
that it is your wish

that your baby
share the sentence

that I'm about to impose.

3 years imprisonment.

If your son ned were here,
I'd give him 15.

3 years!

They can't do it to her!
She's had enough.

She'll get a year's remission
for good behavior,

don't forget that.

Good behavior?
She'll have a knife

into the first trap
that goes into her cell.

There's only one thing to do.

I have to give myself up.

Ned, no!
What?

In exchange for my mother.

I'd give myself up for her.

We'll send a message to say so.

Impossible, Mr. Mcinnes.
Quite impossible.

I will not have criminals
putting terms to me,

and quite apart from that,

I do not need the Kelly brothers

to surrender themselves.

You have my assurances
they'll be taken

within the week.

Maggie!
Shh!

Ned, we saw 4 men on horseback

down by the creek.

I think they're troopers
in plainclothes.

# Now 4 jolly troopers
from mansfieldtown #

# was sent out to hunt
all them Kelly boys down #

# they searched through
the wombat #

# for most of the week #

# and they camped on the banks #

# of the stringybark creek #

# but lonigan's widow,
she's singing no song #

# she walks these red hills #

# and she cries all night long #

# they say that ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong #

# but tell that
to lonigan's widow #

# early that morning
amid laughter and shoutin' #

# Kennedy and scanlon,
they rode off a'scoutin' #

# they left mcintyre
to cook up the grub #

# while lonigan sang
at the old washing tub #

# They were cleaning the camp
and boiling some tea #

bail up!

# When up jumped ned Kelly #

# with his comrades three #

# a shout and a cry
and the crack of a gun #

# lonigan staggers #

# and lonigan's done #

# but lonigan's widow,
she singing an old song... #

What's your name?

Mcintyre.

Who's he?

Lonigan.

Didn't recognize him.

Put these on him.

You give me your word
you won't try and escape?

Ned.
Shut up.

I give you me word.

Don't trust him, you fool.

Shut up!

Now, when the other 2 get back,

you get them to surrender.

I don't want any more
killing, do you understand?

They're coming!
They're coming!

Take cover!

Get down.

# But the way that he's dying #

# nobody will speak #

# when they tell
of the glories #

# on stringybark creek #

# but lonigan's widow,
she's singin' no songs #

# she walks these red hills #

# she cries all night long #

# they say that ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong #

# but tell that
to lonigan's widow #

it's up to you, now, mate.

# So sing
of ned Kelly... #

Sergeant! They've got
the camp surrounded.

# The pride of Australia,
the scourge of the crown #

# sing of his bravery,
and god bless his head #

# and Bury the truth
as you Bury the dead #

Dan!

# But lonigan's widow
she's singin' no songs #

# she walks these red hills #

# and she cries all night long #

# they say that ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong #

# Ned Kelly
ain't never done wrong #

# Ned Kelly's never done wrong #

# But tell that
to lonigan's widow #

Why didn't
the bloody fool surrender?

Let's go.

Yes, let's be off now.

Kelly, don't go.

Kelly, don't leave me.

Ohh!

Finish it off.

I can't last much longer.

For god's sake, man!

Finish it off.

Turn your head away.

Murder, gentlemen.

Cold-blooded murder.

These are the only words for it.

Whatever excuses
may have been made

for these men before,
they are forfeited now.

We can only proclaim ned Kelly

and his brother outlaws

and place a price
of 2,000 pounds

on their heads.

Parliament is
acting on this today.

Society must protect itself.

That will be all,
gentlemen. Good day.

Terrible thiong

it was butchery, Mac.

It could so easily
have been avoided.

Aye, if only Kennedy
had been more careful.

If only you'd agreed
to Kelly's deal.

Newspapers!
We're famous!

We're worth 2,000 pounds!

2,000 pounds?

They couldn't paint me
blacker if they tried.

If only they knew you, ned.

Words are very loud.

If only you could use them.

What do you mean?

To make everyone understand.

Maybe we wouldn't need
guns and powder then.

What can we do?

Suppose I write a letter?

"What would people say

"if they saw
a strapping big lump

"of an irishman

"shepherding sheep
for 15 Bob a week

"or tailing turkeys
in tallarook ranges

for a smile
from Julia?"

"They'd say

"he ought to be
ashamed of himself.

"But he'd be a king

"compared with a policeman

"who deserted the shamrock,

"the emblem of wit
and true bravery

"to serve under
the flag of a nation

"that transported
his forefathers

"to Van diemen's land,

"to pine away their young lives,

"their blood, their bones,

"their beauty,

"in starvation and misery

"among tyrants worse

than the promised
hell itself."

Ah, they'd never read it.

You're cracked, ned.
They'd never listen

to lads like US.

We could deliver it publicly...

And collect the money we need.

Around the back.

Bail up.

# Oh, someone stole
O'Banion's pig #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# pat mccarver's horse and rig #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# and someone robbed
the Sydney mail #

# and sacked
the jerilderie jail #

# and if the tater crop
should fail #

# they'll blame it on
the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on the Kellys #

'Tis the Kelly gang.

At last.

There must be some mistake.

The game's up, ned.
Come quietly.

I'm not ned Kelly, sir.

But I am.

# If anybody steals a horse #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# if anybody breaks the law #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# anyone does something new #

# or does what
you would like to do #

# and if the troopers
don't know who #

# they blame it on the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on the Kellys #

miss, I've come to make
a withdrawal. Bail up.

Unlock your safe,
hand out your cash.

Now, we're all going
for a drive.

Come along,
Mrs. Scott.

Out of the question.
We're going to a funeral.

# It's posted up on every wall #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# there's no crime
too great or small #

# to blame it on the Kellys #

# they've killed a thousand,
so they tell #

# you know they're bound
to burn in hell #

# I think I'll steal
a horse myself #

# and blame it on the Kellys #

get my buggy, and we'll
harness this one up.

I'm not sure I'd do that,
Mr. Scott.

# Shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on the Kellys #

come along, children.

They're a credit to you, ma'am.

Thank you,
Mr. Kelly.

I must say, you're
much better-looking

than we've been led to believe.

But why does such a young man

wear a beard?

My mother used to say,
Mrs. Scott,

that kissing a man
without a beard

was like eating porridge
without salt.

Do you eat porridge
without salt, Mrs. Scott?

Oh, never,
Mr. Kelly.

Excuse me.

# Someone killed
old Jim devine #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# 'twas a dark
and deadly crime #

# so blame it on the Kellys #

# someone killed
old Jim devine #

# we don't know how
he did the dyin' #

# the poor old man was 109 #

# but blame it on the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on #

# the Kellys #

Ladies and gentlemen,

before you go,

there's something
I'd like to say.

The newspapers have
called me a murderer.

But my conscience is as clear

as the snow in Peru.

I have never murdered anyone.

I killed the police in
a fair, stand-up fight.

Though, if I'd
had been defenseless,

they would have
shot me down like a dog.

I was outlawed without cause

while seeking justice
for my mother.

If I get that justice,
I will quiet go.

If I do not, I will seek revenge

while god gives me the strength

to pull a trigger.

I've written a letter
explaining all this

to a member of parliament,

Mr. Donald Cameron.

And I would like you, madame,

to make sure
it's delivered to him.

You won't let me down,
now, will you?

I won't let you down,
Mr. Kelly.

# The hens won't lay,
the cows run dry #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# something made the baby cry #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# what's that you say,
what's that you say? #

# Someone robbed
the bank today #

# and though they were
20 miles away #

# we'll blame it on the Kellys #

Take your hands off me!

I've never seen the Kellys.

I've gotta get back to my kids.

No!

Bloody Christ!

Did they publish it?

What?
My letter!

Are you mad, ned?

It's just the opposite.
They've arrested

all our friends
and sympathizers.

Everyone that you gave
money to from euroa,

they're going to try
them as accomplices.

It's war.

Open, outright, declared war.

I'll make those
stiff-necked unicorns

wish they'd never heard
the name of Kelly!

# It hasn't rained in 7 months #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# sister Peggy's having fun #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# yes, sister Peggy's
had her fun #

# but I fear that
she's been badly done #

# she's bulging out
a bit in front #

# so blame it on the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on the Kellys #

morning.

Blacksmith!

I haven't seen you gentlemen

here before.

No, we're new in town.

We've come to protect you
from the Kelly gang.

# The landlord,
he closed down the mill #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# I'm out of work,
and my woman's ill #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# and late last night
when all was still #

# who crept over
the window sill? #

# And left US bread
and left US milk #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# shame, shame, upon the name #

# blame it on the Kellys #

# blame it on the Kellys, boys #

# blame it on the Kellys #

good morning, constable.

# Blame it on... #

Sir, we've been held up.

Don't be bloody stupid.

Bail up!

# ...the Kellys #

what are all these?

Oh, just bank papers,
some mortgages.

You wouldn't be interested.

What kind of mortgages?

Oh, land, you know.
The larger landowners

find it a sound
economic proposition

to annex the smaller properties.

Do they, indeed?

They belong to some
of the largest landowners

in the district.

They'll have to find some other

sound economic proposition...

Apart from robbing the poor.

My life policy's in there.

You've got 15 seconds
to find it.

And don't take anything else,

otherwise it'll mature
sooner than you think.

8,000 pounds reward,

and we're still no closer
to getting them. Why?

There's a lot of bad feeling

about the men you're
holding in prison

without a trial.

People don't want
to help the police.

# The Kellys are
having a mighty fine time #

# and the rain is not far away #

# and the clothes on me back... #

Quiet!

# ...sit on our asses
all day! #

You're all going home!

Let's have another drink there.

Friends, comrades, everyone.

This is a good day.

And we'll have many another.

Fearless, free, and bold...

That's how we'll live.

But first, we have to fight.

Take up our own color.

The green flag of Ireland.

Aye, the gamey shamrock.

Declare war
on the whole English world

until this is our land
and our law.

And then our oppression
and our suffering,

these will perish like the frost

melting on the green lawns
of Ireland.

Friends, let's drink to it.

To our own republic.

To the republic of Victoria.

The republic of Victoria!

These men can track
at a gallop, commissioner.

They can pick up signs
no white man can see.

You'll let me know
if anything else

comes to your notice.

I will, sir.

Thank you very much.

Kellys.

Kellys, very near.
We gonna catch 'em?

No, we'll go back to camp.

Come back tomorrow.

Well, that beats everything.

Let's follow 'em,
keep out of sight,

and pick 'em all off.

And have another stringybark
on our hands?

No. Next time, it's got
to be something different.

If there is a next time,

and those bloody black trackers

don't catch US in our beds.

You can't stay here, love.

It's not safe here.

It's not safe anymore.

I'm not leaving you, ned.

The black trackers
can trace US anywhere now...

On the run, in the bush.

It's no place for you.

Anyway, you'd only
tie US down, love.

I love you, ned.

Good-bye, Caitlyn.

# Don't ask me where I've been #

# don't ask me what I've done #

# don't ask me why
I'm pale and sallow #

# you'll never get
no nourishment #

# and you never touch the sun #

# when you're livin'
in the shadows of the gallows #

# and who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# And who will stop
to cry? #

# And who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and crows pick out my eyes #

# I'll be swinging
in the shadows #

# of the gallows #

# oh, the jailer
looked me in the eye #

# and said,
"be straight and true" #

# and he read me rules
I swore that I would follow #

# well, I pinched
his watch in leaving #

# for what else can you do #

# when you're born
in the shadows of the gallows? #

# But who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# And who will stop to cry? #

# And who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# I'm swinging in the shadows #

# of the gallows #

Months and months of waiting

and still no sign.

Be patient, superintendent.

Joe byrne's house
is the only point of contact

they've got left.

There'll be someone along
sooner or later.

I just hope you're not
fooling US, sherritt.

I'll never
understand you, Aaron.

Why do you do this? Why?

Because ned's twice the man
of any of US.

# Now you tell me
that you love me #

# and I believe you do #

# but you feed me lies #

# you know I cannot swallow #

# and so, you sons of bitches #

# I'll be spittin' down at you #

# while I'm chokin'
in the shadows of the gallows #

# and who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes chew
my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# I'm swingin' in
the shadows of the gallows #

# but once I'm hung,
then cut me down #

# Bury me so deep #

# for if you go
and Bury me too shallow... #

# And I'll wake you
from your sleep #

# and drag you through
the shadows #

# of the gallows #

ransoming the bloody archbishop.

The republic
of northeastern Victoria.

Every idea
is dafter than the rest.

Leave him be!

He's planning something.

Here.

This is what we need.

Christ!
It's damned heavy.

The Bible says turn your armor
into ploughshares.

But I say unto you,

turn your ploughshares
into armor.

We'll be crippled.

Aye, you're mad, ned.
Mad.

Listen, for months now,
we've had to run

because the traps
have had all the power

and all the steel.

Now we can attack!

With these we can
become invincible!

It's just a dent!

All we've got to do is
to find the right situation

and draw them on.

Dig ourselves in.

Protected by our iron
and our armor,

we can shoot them all down!

All the traps of Victoria.

If you kill one,
you're a murderer.

If you kill a hundred,
you're a hero.

I don't trust it, ned.

Still...

It could be a spree.

Ma, I've been trying
to get here for weeks.

Joe, you've walked
right into a trap.

The police are
everywhere watching.

You go, and I'll draw them off.

You're sure?

Of course I'm sure.

Where else did he get
the money for his new clothes?

This is our chance.

As soon as you've
dealt with Aaron,

let the troopers leave.

The first thing they'll do
is to contact headquarters.

Nicholson will be there

just waiting to pounce on US.

He'll send all the men
he's got, and quickly.

All we have to do

is to rip up the railway tracks

and wait in our armor.

I know the very place...

Just past the inn at glenrowan.

As soon as the train crashes,

they'll all be at our mercy.

The 4 of US will blow
the hell out of them.

Then Tom and all
our friends will join US,

and together
we'll ride to benalla

and proclaim the republic.

But first, take care of Aaron.

Who is it?

It's Anton weeks.
I've lost my way.

That's an old German.
Lives up the valley.

You lost your way, Anton?

Yeah.

Quick!
Hide under the bed!

Bring them in.

Tell your mother we're here.

Aaron?

Dead.

The train can't be long now.

Have you got the rockets, Jack?

Here, ned.

Now understand this.

Take the rockets
down to the station,

and wait behind there

until the train is wrecked.
Then fire the rockets.

Tom lyde and all our loyal
friends and supporters

are waiting in the hills.
That's the signal

for them to join US.
Do you understand?

Yes, ned.
Yes, ned.

When train is wrecked,
rockets will go up.

All right, drop your tools.

Now get inside.

Still no sign of it.

Ah, let's have a drink.

Where are you, me old bitty?

What's it to be, ned, me love?

A hot toddy?

Gentlemen, what'll
you be drinking?

To the republic.

The republic.

Who's the little fellow
with the bad foot?

Curnow.
The schoolteacher.

Poor little bloke.

What time is it?

10 to 11:00.

For god's sake,
go and warn headquarters!

We've been here for hours!

They're still waiting out there,

and I'm not going to get shot!

Bracken, we've got
to do something

about that train.

I'm just waiting a chance.

Those bastards haven't
taken their eyes off me

since they came in here.

Mr. Kelly?

I can't show my hand here
in front of the others,

but I want you to know
I'm with you.

Thanks.

2 brandies, please.
I think you should know

the stationmaster
has a gun in his belt,

just waiting for
a chance to use it.

Ah!

Come on, boys!

I ought to shoot you
with it, you bastard!

Much obliged to you,
Mr. Curnow.

Perhaps I could do you
a favor sometime.

Oh, uh, my wife isn't very well.

I wonder if I could
take her home.

Not now. Later.

I only just got
the message through, sir.

Horses!

Commissioner standish.

What's happening?

Aaron's dead.

# Now you tell me
that you love me #

# I believe you do #

# but you feed me lies
you know I cannot swallow #

# and so, you sons of bitches #

# I'll be spittin' down at you #

# while I'm chokin'
in the shadows... #

All right.
You can go.

# And who will pray
a prayer for me? #

It'll make you feel better.

Thank you,
Mr. Kelly.

Don't drink too loud.

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# I'm swingin' in the shadow
of the gallows #

Stop!

# "Surrender now, Jack doolan #

# "you see we're three to one #

# "surrender in
the queen's own name #

# you are a plunderin' son" #

# Jack drew his pistol
from his belt #

# and waved it like a toy #

# "I'll fight
but not surrender" #

# cried the wild colonial boy #

# so come along, me hearties #

# we'll roam the mountainside #

# together we will plunder #

# together we will ride #

# we'll scour
along the valleys #

# and gallop o'er the plains #

# we'll scorn
to live in slavery #

# bound down
by iron chains... #

The train!

The train's coming!

It's coming, ned.

Get Dan.
Get the others.

Get these lights out.

That bastard curnow.
He must have warned them.

Cover the corners.

Aim!

Fire!

Shooting!

The train must be wrecked!

But I heard no crash.

Quick!
Send up the rockets.

It must be wrecked

or they wouldn't be shooting.

Aah!

The bastards!
They shot John!

Ohh!

Hey!

Bloody fools!
They lit the rockets off.

Are you all right?

Aye. All right.

Whoo!

Whoo!

Get Steve and Dan inside.

Cover me from the windows.

Why, what are you going to do?

I'm going out there

to stop Tom and the others.

They're running straight
into the traps' fire.

Those civilians
in there, commissioner...

Shall we give them
a chance to come out?

Absolutely not, Nicholson.

Now we've got the killers,
we can't let them slip.

Steady.

It's all gone wrong.

Ned, what happened?

Somebody warned
the bloody train.

The traps are everywhere.

Attacking now would be suicide.

I'm going back to get the boys.

We'll fight our way out.

We'll join you later
in the hills.

Wait for US there.

I'm coming with you.

No, wait!
This is my fight.

Where is ned?

He's probably getting help.

Well, why's he being so long?

He'll be back.

Why's he being so bloody long?

Can we go now?

Please, can we go now?

Not yet.
They'll butcher you

if you go out there.

Oh, shit.

He's dead.

Those civilians, superintendent.

You better try
and get them out now.

Yes, sir.

Troopers!
Hold all fire!

Anyone who is free and able

can come out now!

You will raise your hands
above your heads.

Stop where you are.

You'll lie down

on the ground on your stomachs

with your hands above your head.

Hey, look at that.

Look at that.

You think we should
rush them, sir?

No, sergeant,
reinforcements are coming.

He must be dead.

Yeah.

10 count.

1, 2, 3, 4, 5,

6, 7, 8, 9...

Ned Kelly.

I told you
to get out of the way!

Come on!

Ned?

Ned?

Ned!

Ask the boys to surrender.

If they're alive, they'll fight.

I do not wish to win
a word of pity from anyone.

All I ask is that
my story be considered.

If my lips can teach the public

that men are made mad
by bad treatment,

then my life will not be
entirely thrown away.

For myself, I do not fear death.

I fear it as little
as to drink a cup of tea.

In a new community,

where society
is not bound together

as closely as it should be,

there is a class
which looks upon

the perpetrators
of crimes like these

as heroes.

Such unfortunate
delayed you pity.

Ill-counted youths

must be taught
to consider the value

of human life.

Edward Kelly,

I sentence you
to death by hanging.

May god have mercy on your soul.

Yes. I'll meet you...

There.

# Don't ask me where I've been #

# don't ask me what I've done #

# don't ask me why
I'm pale and frail and sallow #

# for you never get
no nourishment #

# never see the sun #

# when living in the shadows
of the gallows #

# who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# Who will stop to cry? #

# Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# swinging in the shadows #

# of the gallows #

# oh, the jailer
looked me in the eye #

# and said
be straight and true #

# and he read me rules #

# I swore that I'd follow #

# well, I pinched
his watch in leaving #

# for what else
can you do? #

# When you're born
in the shadows of the gallows #

# who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# And who will
stop to cry? #

# Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# swinging in the shadow #

# of the gallows #

# tell me that you love me #

# I believe you do #

# but you feed me lies
you know I cannot swallow #

# and so, you sons of bitches #

# I'll be spittin' down at you #

# and choking #

# in the shadow of the gallows #

# who will pray
a prayer for me? #

# Who will stop to cry? #

# Who will shout
that I'm a jolly fellow? #

# As the dingoes
chew my feet away #

# and the crows
pick out my eyes #

# swingin' in
the shadow of the gallows #

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