Ned Kelly Page #3

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.

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