The Legend of Ben Hall Page #3

I have company!

You remember Mr. Kelly?

Of course, you're lookin'

better than ever, young Benjamin.

Mr. Kelly.

Miss!

It's John-John, the jockey

I was telling you about.

My grandson.

Very pleased to

finally meet you, Mr. Hall.

Join us.

Johnny here

did a bloody good job

telegraphing for me in

Omelia, a few years back.

How ols are you?

Almost eighteen.

What do you do?

He's the best jockey you'll ever meet, Ben.

As good a horseman

as the both of us.

So what can we possibly

do for you, Mr. Dunne?

The lad's got himself into some

serious trouble with the Trapps,

The lad's got himself

into some serious trouble,

Oops, haven't we all!

That true?

Me and my mate, Daniel Ryan,

robbed a fella...

then got ourselves nabbed.

We were supposed to show for trial

but I bolted.

There's a warrant out for his arrest,

if caught, they'll

throw him in the cells.

You're lookin' to join with us.

Is that what you want?

More than anything!

Despite what the papers

encourage you to imagine,

this life you want is not easy.

In fact, most days, it's nothing

short of hell on earth.

One false step,

one bad judgement,

you could be shot dead

or made to dance or nothin'.

Understand?

Seems you're here now because

you made some bad choices.

You sure you're not

just making another?

Now, now! No need to

insult our friend here!

He needs to know the nature

of what he seeks, Jack.

We do this because we

have no recoutrse left.

Not for a lark

and not because we want

our names in the papers.

He's speaking for himself.

You ride with us, John...

you can never again

lead a normal life.

With respect, Mr. Hall...

my life has never been normal.

Welcome aboard, Johnny!

Get out!

Hand those over, maam.

I'll take that!

There, Mister!

Huh?

Move your hands, I'll blow

your bloody brains out.

This is what I like to see.

Listen to this,

listen to this!

I regret to state that the

reports of Gilbert's resurgence...

turns out to be fact.

He returns to his

favorite hunting grounds,

bringing with him a fresh hand,

the young John Dunne

There's more!

He is the very beau ideal

of a modern bushranger,

youthful and daring, with the

agility and nature of a tiger cat.

a splendid rider and a

thorough bushman.

What can I say,

I'm famous already!

Never have the public

more to dread

or the authorities, a more

formidable gang to deal with

than now.

Wooh!

What'd I tell ya, huh?

Was I right about

our boy here, Ben?

You were right.

And another thing,

from here on,

we start teaching manners to any

wretches that help the police against us.

How do we

teach them manners?

Simple! We burn their property

to the bloody stumps.

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