An innocent man becomes one of the most wanted criminals the world has ever known.

Ned Kelly: [breathing heavily] 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.
[from the trailer]
Ned Kelly: I've never shot a man, but if I do, so help me God, you'll be the first!
Ned Kelly: I wore it seriously, me hero's sash of green and gold - proof that I'd saved a life as well.
[the scene flips back and forth through time, between the bank holdup, where Ned dictates a letter with the aid of others around him, and Premier Berry who reads Ned's letter to his subordinates]
Ned Kelly: So, if I can beg your patience, this is my statement to the Premier of Victoria, Graham Berry, and you here are my witnesses. Joe, take out a pen and paper. We'll write ourselves a letter. Dear sir. Dear sir.
Premier Berry: "Dear sir, I wish to acquaint you with some of the occurrences of the present, past and the future. It will pay government to give those people who are suffering..."
Ned Kelly: ...justice and liberty.
Premier Berry: "... justice and liberty. I seek revenge for the evil name given me and my relations. By the light that shines, this is my warning."
Ned Kelly: My brother and sisters and mother have to put up with the brutal and cowardly conduct of a parcel of...
Premier Berry: "... big, ugly..."
Ned Kelly: ...big, ugly, fat-necked...
Premier Berry: "... fat-necked..."
Dan Kelly: ...wombat-headed...
Ned Kelly: ...wombat-headed...
Premier Berry: "... wombat headed, big-bellied..."
Woman: ...magpie-legged...
Ned Kelly: ...magpie-legged - thank you very much, ma'am; Joe, write that down - magpie-legged...
Premier Berry: "... narrow-hipped, splaw-footed, sons of Irish bailiffs..."
Ned Kelly: ...or English landlords, better known as - what? - Victorian police.
Premier Berry: [to the Superintendent Hare] This section here you might find less amusing, Superintendent.
Ned Kelly: 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 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!
Mrs. Scott: [as she moves sensuously toward Joe to kiss him] Oh, you're a beast, an absolute beast!
Ned Kelly: They said I'd lost what it meant to be human, maybe never had it in the first place, but wasn't this about protecting the ones I loved? The ones who gave me food, and shelter, even the clothes on me back? And therefore wasn't it now a war?
Aaron Sherritt: [Coming outside half undressed] Hey, gotta keep your voice down? I've a visitor.
Joe Byrne: Who?
Aaron Sherritt: Mary Hegarty.
Joe Byrne: Mary Hegarty?
Aaron Sherritt: Mm-hm.
Joe Byrne: Jesus, she can be only thirteen!
Aaron Sherritt: Ah, I'm not superstitious.
Ned Kelly: [preparing weapons] 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.
Joe Byrne: [after the circus monkey has been killed in the crossfire] Ah! The monkey's been shot! Poor little bugger!
Julia Cook: I've been riding him pretty hard the last two days.
Ned Kelly: [narrating] 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.
[At the end of the Glenrowan shootout, right before they each commit suicide]
Dan Kelly: I'm out of rounds. Do you have any left?
Steve Hart: Only two.
Dan Kelly: I guess that's all we need then, isn't it?
Steve Hart: We never stood a chance, did we?
[They both commit suicide]
Julia Cook: Don't make me grieve for you
Ned Kelly: I ain't dead yet!
Ned Kelly: The country belongs to us.
Woman n Crowd: Yeah.
Man in Crowd: That's right.
Ned Kelly: And we'll go wherever we like.
Ned Kelly: I 'spose you're the Great Orlando.
The Great Orlando: That I am.
Ned Kelly: Well, I'm the Great Ned Kelly, and this here's the Fabulous Joe Byrne.
[raising their guns]
Ned Kelly: We'd like to join your circus.
Joe Byrne: I'm sure there's no harm in being friendly.
Ned Kelly: 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!
[in the middle of the Glenrowan shootout, right before his death]
Joe Byrne: Jesus Christ, lads, I think I need a drink.
Dan Kelly: Where do you think Da is, heaven or hell?
Ned Kelly: No. He... 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?
[first lines]
Ned Kelly: I was the hero of Hughes Creek. I can still see the glint in me Da's eye as he looked down at me, his hand on me shoulder. What did he call me that day? Ah, what did Da call me? That's right. He called me Sunshine.
Joe Byrne: He said what a lucky fellow I am to be with such a beauty as you.
Aaron Sherritt: Too lucky, if you ask me.
[last lines]
Ned Kelly: Such is life.
intertitle: Despite petitions for a pardon that bore a total of 32,000 signatures, Ned Kelly was hanged on 11th of November, 1880.
intertitle: He was 25 years old.
Joe Byrne: What are these? These skulls?
[picks one up]
Mrs. Scott: I collect them.
Joe Byrne: [moving the jaw of the skull] Hello.
Ned Kelly: [Narrating as he takes the dead constable's watch] I don't know why I took his watch. It was somethin' to do with his not needin' it.
Ned Kelly: [Narrating as he meets the traveling circus] 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.
[after a pause]
Ned Kelly: Now we had both.
Ned Kelly: And wasn't this the challenge of your whole life, Superintendent? A feather in your cap? You can't catch me. You don't have a hope of catching me, so you take my friends instead - over a hundred men arrested, stuck in stinking cells without trial while their crops perish in the fields. And guess what? Not one of 'em caves in and tries to claim the reward. Not one of 'em. They loved me the just same and hated you all the more, didn't they? Did you really think I was gonna let 'em all rot?

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