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(foreboding music)

(screaming)

(mumbling)

- You okay? - [Girl] Yeah.

- Want to keep going? - [Girl] Yeah!

- [Boy] Oh I see!

(mumbling)

- [Voiceover] My name is Jessica Kelly.

In the year 1913, I live with my family on our farm,

not far from the Proserpine River.

- [Distant Boy] No shortcuts!

- [Close Boy] No rules!

- It was there, after school and chores,

I would run with my two older brothers,

Jack and Billy, to hunt for kangaroo.

My brother Jack would carry our single bullet.

My brother Billy always had the rifle.

They're too far away.

(mumbling)

(gun fires)

- Oh good shot!

- Show-off!

(cheering)

My favorite thing after hunting was to ride

with my father and brothers as we worked our cattle.

My parents had built the herd from nothing,

and in that time, before the war, after years of struggle,

they had achieved a solid prosperity.

- Off you go home Jess, you got work to do there.

- It's not fair.

(laughs)

- Billy, there's an old gum down there

that could do with some pruning.

- Wouldn't think you would be able to see that far, Dad.

- I can see that far.

(frolicking music)

- I hope you can see that wind going left.

(mumbling)

A bit of pressure there.

Tricky...

(gun fires)

Yeah that's all right.

It took a while though.

(gun fires)

You can have a break if you want man.

You're not a young man anymore Jack.

An old body just can't run on pride alone.

- [Jack] That's the burden of wisdom Billy, I'll teach you

about it when you're ready.

- Don't get me wrong Jack, I don't doubt your breeding.

Credit to you, Dad.

- I'm glad I'm recognized for my contribution to this.

- For the record.

(metal ringing)

Well, can't run on perfection alone.

- Billy.

- Sorry, Dad.

- That's all right son.

If you look after your tools they'll look after you

when you need them.

- [Jess] My parents were John and Marjorie Kelly.

I also had a much younger brother, Ritchie.

We shared our farm with my mother's sister Kath,

and her only son, my cousin Paddy.

We need more bullets.

- Look if I give them more than one bullet, Jess,

they may get careless and miss.

- Billy never misses.

- Well then it'll (mumbling).

Look, if I give them more than one bullet,

there's a fair to middling chance that one my boys

will not come home alive.

- What about me?

- Paddy I don't have time to worry about nephews.

(laughing)

All right now I'm ready for that meat.

- We did only shoot one, Dad.

- Now come on you pair, it was my bullet.

Paddy.

(laughing)

You little (mumbling).

Hmm, roux.

(laughing)

- [Kath] Hello boys.

- If you guys get down in time we'll save you a dance,

Auntie Kath.

- Thanks Billy.

- What about me?

- Well maybe.

- No alcohol you boys.

- Wouldn't dream of it!

- [Voiceover] And so we lived, and once a year

the town gathered at the community hall, and together

with out friends, we would celebrate the end of one year,

and the beginning of another.

(festive music)

(applauding)

- Ladies and gentlemen, we have a state championship

no less.

(applauding)

Queensland Championship for Rifle Shooting.

Any age, any weapon.

The winner is, William Kelly.

(applauding)

(cheering)

- [Group] Six, five, four,

three, two, one!

Happy new year!

(cheering) (calming music)

- How's your boyfriend.

- How's your girlfriend?

- She's pretty.

- [John] Jess, where's your mom?

- She's still inside talking to Auntie Kath.

- She's always last!

- Dad she's cleaning up.

- You're on your own Billy.

I'm sleeping my way home.

- Hey Billy,

I know you asked Peregrine Ambrose to dance with me.

- [Billy] Well maybe I did and maybe I didn't.

Did you enjoy yourself?

- Well yeah.

- [Billy] Well what difference does it make?

(mumbling)

Well do you want a ride home or not?

- [Voiceover] And so we ride, away from the happiest

night I can remember, into the darkness of the night

and the new year, safe, with my brother.

I could only think back now with sadness,

how easily we let those days of happiness slip away.

- Uh Marj, this Archduke Ferdinand,

why does someone wanna shoot him?

- [Voiceover] And it was all that simple.

Some obscure European royal had been murdered

and the world was at war.

My brother and cousin were now soldiers on a great adventure

with a promise they'd be home by Christmas.

(gun fires)

- Two fat ladies, just the way as Banksy

likes 'em.

- What is your girlfriend's name, Banksy?

- That's her name Paddy.

- Settle down boys.

500 yards, nice shooting Billy.

- [Billy] I can hit 'em from a bit further back

than this sir.

- Is that right?

- He can go double that, sir.

- Sergeant move the troops back, 500 yards.

Boys.

Okay Billy, let's see how you go eh?

Paddy, number five, one shot.

(gun fires)

Incredible.

- It's not dead-center sir.

- That's true.

- I put it left so you'd see the hit.

- Oh bullshit Billy.

- Settle down.

- Could give you three little ducks in a row if you wanted.

- You're telling me, you can put a bullet where you want

at 1,000 yards Billy?

- I'd bet money on it.

- Oh come on sir.

- Settle down men, you know the army's views on gambling.

Sergeant, the hat.

- All right boys, come on. (laughing)

- It's on Billy.

- I'll be holding that.

- All right Billy, when you're ready.

(gun fires)

That is amazing.

- You can keep your hat.

(foreboding music)

(gun fires)

- Did we hit him?

Or just knock his hat off?

- I don't know.

- I got him.

- Here come the doctors and nurses.

Looks like we scored a hit.

Big duck on pond.

- [Jack] Oh my, look at that helmet.

- Oh what rank is that?

- German.

- Fellas, we've gotta get him.

- [Jack] Time this well, they won't even know

he's been dropped from the side.

- [Paddy] You're an evil man, Jack.

- Waiting...

Ready...

Now.

(gun fires)

- [Paddy] Wonder if they'll notice.

- Wonder if they'll care.

Dear Mom and Dad, and Jess and Ritchie,

you'll be happy to know that they've kept us together,

we're now officially a sniper team.

Paddy and I do the spotting, and Billy does the shooting.

Dad, you'll be sad to learn that the army has agreed

with Mom, and have decided we can have more

than one bullet, all my love, your loving son Jack.

- Look north along our line.

That's (mumbling).

We took that three weeks ago.

The day after that, there were more bodies

between the trenches and the camp.

- My God, the smell.

There's a man still alive out there.

- (mumbling), if he's still alive.

(gun fires)

Ah!

- Not anymore.

- [Paddy] Mr. Bartlett, you're gonna have to sit down,

you're kicking up dust.

- [Jack] I don't like this, there's no movement.

It's as if they're waiting for something.

- Just one photograph lads, smile.

(camera clicking)

(grenades exploding)

- Move!

(anticipatory music) (grenades exploding)

Hope that was a good photo Mr. Bartlett.

- Marj, John, the boys!

Marj!

- Mom, Dad, it's the boys.

- It's the boys, it's the boys,

they're in the newspaper.

- [Marjorie] Show me.

- All three of them.

And I never thought I'd see my Paddy again.

- No tears today Kath, there they are.

Alive and well and as big as Christmas.

(mumbling), boys have become men.

- [Voiceover] Hello officers.

- [Voiceover] How you doing?

- Hello Reg, hi George.

- Back again, how many times is that?

- Seven.

- Sergeant Cathcart.

Dad told me to come and see you about signing up.

- Good work, Jim.

- Oh he doesn't want me to get conscripted.

- And I'm the man you'll be working with,

George Doyle.

- How nice to meet you.

(frolicking music)

Sing a song of Rule Britannia

Singing praise of Britain's boys

Jolly Jack, the sailor with his breezy style

Mister Tommy Atkins, of the rank and file

They're the lads we can depend on

When danger comes our way

- [Voiceover] Dear Mom, and Dad, and Jess and Ritchie.

It seems we have found our (mumbling).

Paddy is dividing his time to building

his financial empire, if the war doesn't end soon,

he'll probably end up owning half of Europe.

- Oh he's a smart looking fella.

- You can't sell that egg.

(chattering over each other)

- What's the deal with the egg?

- You don't have an egg.

- [Billy] You're not selling that egg, Paddy.

- Mustard gas has killed every hen in France.

Maybe even Europe.

So, it's the last egg in France mate.

You wanna have a bit of money.

Good luck with that egg mate.

- Thanks boys.

- A miracle.

- Second-last egg in France.

- [Billy] You can't sell this stuff Paddy.

- Good night boys, what's going on.

- Hey mate, you up for a bargain are you?

Had to claim it out of my lost belongings.

- You're not selling to him.

- Got a bit of cash to burn?

- Mate, what's this?

- [Paddy] Hey, oh, oh. - [Billy] No, no, no, no.

- [Paddy] I got this from a German soldier,

it's a book of love poems.

Let me tell you.

When he died, every hottie in Germany was crying.

- I want it.

- Read me one then.

- I'm not gonna read to you unless you're

serious about buying it, do you have a wife mate?

- Just read the poem.

(speaking German)

- Jack can you read that to me?

- Yeah sure mate.

- Beautiful language, powerful.

- Beautiful.

- What that means in Australian is,

that when the wind blows through the soul,

the love part within you

and the love that inspires me

creates life that will bring me back from this war,

my darling hummingbird, Ebony.

- I'll give you three pound for it.

- Six pounds.

- I wanna buy it.

I wanna buy it for six pounds.

- [Paddy] Now Billy you don't have any money.

- I'm gonna buy this, you know that I'm good for it,

put that money away, put that!

- Take it or leave it.

- [Billy] Don't take that money Paddy.

- Just taking my last chance.

- You've had enough today.

- What is it?

- I'll get you some.

- That my friend is the last egg in France.

- [Voiceover] We're now the official late night machine gun

disposal crew, every night the enemy sets their machine guns

up in no-man's land, and all those city boys

who've never hunted were getting into all sorts of trouble

trying to get past.

So we showed them how to do it and now the job is ours.

We sleep during the day, which is nice,

while everybody else is out risking life and limb.

And then we head out at night to make our mischief.

It's still pretty good fun if you avoid the artillery.

All my love to everybody and a big wet sloppy kiss

to Ritchie from all of us.

Make sure he knows we'd be there if we could.

Lots of love, your loving son, Jack.

(thunder rumbling)

(screaming) (anticipatory music)

- [Group] Hip hip, hooray.

Hip hip, hooray.

- Come on Ritchie give your mom a kiss.

- [Group] Come on, come on!

- [Voiceover] Dear Jack it was so good to get

your last letter, life here goes on, I'm sure

you remember young Michelle, only last week

she was married to that policeman, George Doyle.

Now I must confess, I get a bit annoyed,

so many young men and women are away

with the fighting, but others seem lucky

to have to have a life unaffected by war.

I must say, I don't like the sound of your new job,

I know you'll be keen, but it sounds so dangerous.

- [Voiceover] Here they come!

(grenades exploding)

- [Jack] Where's Billy?

(sad music)

(heaving)

Where's Billy?

- [Paddy] Jack no, Jack no!

- [Voiceover] Come on buddy, Jack!

- [Voiceover] Jack, Jack, come on!

- Paddy get off me!

(screaming over each other)

(grenades exploding)

(guns fire)

- Where's Jack?

(sad music)

(screaming)

(whimpering)

(screaming)

(gun fires)

- [Voiceover] Medic, medic!

- [Voiceover] Lie down! (sad music)

(chattering)

(groans)

- Ssshht...

Hey.

- And so as you have no doubt been informed,

we have each been awarded a military medal for

our heroic efforts,

Paddy and I are wearing ours proudly

as I write from the relative luxury of a small pub

in England.

We've also had a bit of luck on the punt today.

Winning a tidy sum in a pugilistic contest.

(grunting and scuffling) (cheering and screaming)

- Ho, stop, stop, stop!

You win, you win.

- All right then Aussie, where's my money?

- I've got your money, I can pay you,

or you can fight my cousin for four Guinness.

- For four Guinness, mate for four Guinness,

I'll batter your cousin, your cousin's father

and your cousin's mother.

- Mate, Billy's in the hospital,

I don't think he's in any fit...

You don't mean me?

- Yeah, you, and you won't last one minute with me.

- 10 Guinness says he does.

- [Group] 15 Guinness?

- 15 Guinness?

- [Voiceover] Is that real, you're on!

- All right you're on.

- All right, I'm...

What are the rules?

(spits)

- Bollocks, there's no rules.

(scuffling)

- So far, our medals have earned us a free meal

and beer from some lovely English people

who seem only too willing to sit

and listen to our stories.

I must say that after such a long time at the front,

Paddy has dropped his guard with the free beer.

Now as the army has no doubt informed you,

Billy was actually wounded in the recent action.

But let me assure you all, my beloved family,

that Billy's so-called wound is nothing more

than a shallow scratch.

While Paddy and I are forced to struggled

through London will all adventures paid

from our own pocket, the younger brother is relaxing

like a king, at His Majesty's expense,

in one of England's finest private hospitals.

(sad music)

(whimpering) (groaning)

- That's enough outta you lad.

(scuffling) (groaning)

- Morning Billy.

- Sister.

Thanks again, sister.

- You're welcome Billy.

- Water...

Please.

Water sir.

(sad music)

I need to wee.

- Pffft...

Fly when ready mate.

- I don't think I can...

- That's your problem, don't think.

So why do they got you handcuffed anyway?

- I ran away.

- I don't blame you mate.

- I wanted to see my mom, she's not been well.

- How'd they find you?

- They didn't.

I came back.

- Ah now mate that was a mistake.

(wee trickling)

- Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy Name, thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on Earth,

as it is in Heaven.

- He's obviously had enough.

- If you want a fight, I can send you back to the front.

- I've already been to the front,

and I'm telling you he's had enough.

- You Australians, I know who you are.

Your medals don't count with me son.

(sad music)

- [Prisoner] Stop, please...

Stop, please!

- Our Father, who art in heaven.

Hallowed be Thy Name, thy kingdom come,

thy will be done, on Earth,

as it is in Heaven.

Give us this day our daily bread,

and forgive us our trespasses,

as we forgive those who trespass against us,

and lead us not into temptation,

and deliver us from evil.

For thine is the kingdom, and the power, and the glory,

ashes to ashes, dust to dust, forever and ever.

Amen.

- [Prisoner] No, no, please don't--

- Fire!

(guns fire)

(sad ominous music)

You stubborn bastard.

(gun fires)

(calming music)

(foreboding music)

- Can I help you?

- I saw some scrawny Herefords back a mile.

Wondered who'd be the owner.

- If they were Herefords that'd be me.

- Was heading to Cloncurry.

Looking to acquire some cattle.

Didn't think I'd see any around here.

- Nah, mainly sugar.

- I'll give you two pound a head for those animals

back there, pay you in cash.

- And you'd be Mister?

- Kennet, Kennet's the name.

- Well thank you Mr. Kennet, for your offer,

but those cattle aren't for sale.

- Drought hangs in much longer,

you might not be able to feed 'em

let alone sell 'em.

- Part of the job, waiting for rain.

- I'll tell you what.

I'll give you three pounds a head.

- As I said, those cattle aren't for sale.

- Not for sale, fair-sized heard for a bloke

to be working on his own.

With just his daughter to help.

- I can work as hard as any man.

- [John] I've got all the help I need.

- [Jess] And my two brothers when they get back.

- Back, from the war?

Haven't you noticed girly, they never come back.

Did your dad tell you that girly, did he tell your

brothers when he sent 'em off like raw meat

to the butcher's?

- At least they've got the guts to defend

their country, unlike you.

- That's enough Jess.

Listen Mr. Kennet.

If you're after a mob of cattle and some land,

I'd ride right on through to Cloncurry.

No sale yards around here.

- Not looking for land today my friend.

Just cattle.

Good day to you sir,

and good day to use miss.

(ominous music)

- All right Jess let's back up and get home.

- I'm sorry Dad.

- Hey, I'm proud of you.

(sad, foreboding music)

- [Voiceover] For your lack of discipline,

proper uniform, even for an Australian.

A (mumbling) woolen tunic, the wrong color,

your jacket closed at the front,

with four buttons in a regimented pattern.

- No, no, no!

- A disgrace, it's behavior like this

that's gonna cost us the war.

Fire! (guns fire)

All right Billy. (screaming)

(gun fires)

Hey, we're the same.

We wear the same uniform.

We do what we have to do Billy.

- Shut up, shut up, shut up, shut up!

- From here to Berlin Billy, kill 'em all.

And you can go home.

You can go home.

Come on Billy!

(heaving) (ominous music)

(machinery beeping)

- Good job Billy.

All lines are now open.

(gun clicking)

Hey are you all right trooper?

(machinery beeping) (foreboding music)

(gun fires)

(sad music)

- Now of course, our old friend the Kaiser,

doesn't care what you think.

But he does fear your resolve, his only hope

that you will slag.

Living and dead they are the king's men,

and they ask one thing of us.

One final sacrifice remains.

Vote yes, yes for conscription.

I thank you.

(applauding)

- Ah, excuse me please.

May I speak?

- It's good of you to be here tonight.

- May I speak please?

- This rally is not a forum for debate.

- Well I beg your pardon Mr. Speaker.

I thought it was just the Kaiser who wasn't

interested in my opinion.

- John.

- You're on your own.

- Please Marj, you'll get your chance to speak

at the referendum.

- Indeed I will sir, but my sons won't be voting,

they'll be fighting this war.

I thought perhaps you might like to know

what they think.

They are not the king's men.

They are my sons.

They are our sons.

Our sons!

- [Voiceover] Our sons, yes.

- They went without question and still

nobody can tell me exactly why they went,

and even worse, nobody can guess when they might

be back again, and you want some other mother's son,

against his will?

- [Voiceover] Well spoken Ma'am!

- Against her will?

You insult the very freedom you say we're fighting for.

How dare you, how dare you!

(applauding)

(speaker drowned out by applauding)

- And then I looked the chairmen in the eye,

and then spoke, "I know my boys sir,

"and they would say no to your cursed conscription."

- Go Auntie.

- My dearest brothers and beloved cousin

who is no doubt reading over your shoulder

at this moment.

I assure you, this is our normally serene mother

I am discussing.

She's not happy.

She's angry that our family is so far apart.

Unless you finish off the Kaiser very soon

I fear she would catch a boat for Europe

and do the job herself.

I miss you all every minute of every day,

I miss our races, and I miss our picnics.

And as I ride I am kissing the wristband

I kept and hope you'll still wearing the bands

I gave you for luck.

The country voted no to conscription,

and that was only a little speech

in a country hall.

Father is convinced that mother's words

turned the tide against the government.

I'm with Dad.

Kiss, kiss, kiss to infinity.

Your loving sister, and cousin, Jessica.

Good night little sister.

- Thanks, son.

- Dad.

(ominous music)

- Go inside the house son.

- Hide!

- [Father] What do you want?

- Just the cattle.

(screaming)

- [Tim] Mama!

- No, Tim, no!

- [Tim] Mom, stop it!

Leave her alone!

Mother!

- Shut up!

(gun fires) (screaming)

Shut up woman!

(gun fires)

(floorboard creaking) (whimpering)

Boo!

(screaming)

- What's on your mind?

- I was just thinking that it would be,

(mumbling) you and Paddy to die first.

- You know mate when I'm 70,

you won't even be 60 yet, so it's probably

the way it's gonna happen.

- You know I mean over here.

- Yeah I know you do.

We're gonna go home together.

- That's what I mean.

You still think we're gonna make it home.

- [Jack] Yeah I do.

- I'm gonna die over here.

- Look, you should write Mom a letter.

Cheer yourself up.

Come on.

(sad music)

(speaking foreign language)

(guns fire)

(groaning)

(screaming)

(scuffling) (anticipatory music)

- Run, run!

(foreboding music)

(groaning) (scuffling)

- We are both in a terrible situation.

- Where's Jack?

- What's happened?

- He told us to run, so we ran!

- Where is he?

- Where are the others?

- Everyone's still back there.

- Is he alive?

- He was when I left him.

- Usually we would not do this.

In the next village we have a place

where we keep our prisoners.

There you would get a warm meal

and you would feel like,

as if the war was over.

(speaking foreign language)

When is the bombardment?

- I see him, I'm gonna get him.

- What are you doing, this is suicide.

Paddy you can't, you can't.

- Sit down and shut up.

(anticipatory music)

(speaking foreign language)

- When is the attack?

(speaking foreign language)

How many men?

(scuffling)

- You have seconds to answer,

or your captain is dead.

When is the attack?

You, how many men?

When does the bombardment begin?

(gun fires)

(anticipatory music)

- [Paddy] Die!

(gun fires)

(screaming) (groaning)

(bombs exploding)

(speaking foreign language) (whistling)

(gun fires)

- Help him!

(speaking foreign language)

(guns fire) (bombs exploding)

- Get the machine gun!

- I can't see it.

Changing positions!

(guns fire) (bombs exploding)

- Paddy get down!

Paddy get down!

Get down!

(screaming)

(gun fires)

- Just keep firing!

- It's empty!

Keep firing!

- [Spotter] Ammo!

(bomb exploding)

- Billy!

Bastard!

(speaking foreign language)

(gun fires)

(screaming) (groaning)

Billy! (gun fires)

(screaming and groaning) (guns fire)

(scuffling)

Jack, Jack!

He's alive.

Let's get him outta here.

(muttering)

We should probably get a medal for that.

- What, playing roly-poly with some Germans?

- Let's face it, I'm a hero.

(gun fires)

- Paddy!

Paddy!

(sad music) (groaning)

Come on Jack, we're going home Jack, come on Paddy.

(gun fires) (sad music)

(sad, foreboding music)

- Billy?

- Goodbye Dad.

(heaving)

- Billy?

- John?

John, what are you doing?

- There's a storm coming.

The boys are dead Marj.

- Our boys are not dead, John.

- The boys are dead.

- What are you doing with this?

- I don't know.

Billy loved it.

- He still does, our boys are not dead John.

- They just came to me Marj.

They just came to me then

in the room.

- John that was just a dream.

- (mumbling) dream (mumbling),

but I know what the truth is.

I'll never see my boys again.

- I will not let you speak like this John.

My boys are alive.

And they will be coming home.

My sons are not dead.

- Mom.

- It's all right sweetheart.

Back to bed.

My sons are not dead.

- This is a standard army letter

for a very difficult situation.

We have no further news.

The lads are officially missing in action.

- I will not accept missing anymore.

- I am very sorry, but there is no other appropriate

word for this situation.

- My sons and nephew are not missing.

They are somewhere, and wherever that may be,

the army led them.

- Please, you are playing semantic games.

- You think this is game to me Major?

A game, you insensitive...

My sons left this country to fight,

to fight, not like some who sat at home

growing soft and got promoted shuffling paper.

- Let me remind you where you are.

- No Major, let me remind you.

You took our boys.

- Madam!

As I have already told you there are hundreds,

thousands of missing men I have to worry about.

- And we have only three, so pardon me

if I make them your top priority.

Our boys, Major.

You took them, and they are either alive or they are dead.

- Madam please.

- No sir, I do not please.

You have one thing to do for me,

one single thing.

Find our boys, bring them home,

and we will not bother you again.

(train steam horn honking)

- Oh I wish I had your certainty.

- It's not certainty Kath, it's hope, blind hope.

And I won't let the army or that idiot Major,

forget our boys.

- I love the way you call 'em our boys.

- They are our boys.

- Paddy's dead.

I can't go on living.

(train steam horn honking)

(truck horn honking)

- Dad, it's the mail truck!

(sad music)

There's nothing.

- I'm just worried that the wrong letter

will turn up at home.

Jessica there by herself and Marj away

and me out on the farm.

If a letter does arrive from the army,

would you let me know first?

- Dad?

It's those men with the guns.

(anticipatory music)

(foreboding music)

- I thought we'd seen the last of each other.

- That was a test run.

This time we want more cattle.

- The last deal was a one-off.

And I never agreed to killing people.

- People get in my way, they get hurt.

Same applies to you.

- Let me show you something.

- Will.

That's for your conscience.

We're going again.

I found one herd, it's got over 1,000 head,

and only a farmer and his daughter to protect it.

I want another one, bigger.

2,000 head.

This is gonna be the biggest cattle job

this country has ever seen.

Well mate?

Are you in,

or, (laughs), is this gonna get ugly?

- And so we fought, and we won, some of the brave boys

here tonight, actually met the enemy on the field of combat.

In this, the war to end all war.

(phone ringing)

This is the mayor, state your business.

I beg your pardon?

An urgent army telegram you say?

To John?

(sad music)

- Dear Dad,

I suspect you did not receive previous mail.

I'm sure you'd be here on arrival.

Jack and me, in Sydney, Repat Ward 320.

Please pass to Aunt Kath best wishes

regarding beloved cousin Paddy.

On his Victoria Cross.

(gasping)

And our deepest sympathy to her.

- Oh sister.

Oh Kath...

- Do you mean...

Oh no, no, no, no.

Please no...

Please no!

Please!

(weeping)

(chattering)

(sad music) (weeping)

Don't panic.

- I wasn't panicking, I was just worried about you.

- You were worried you'd find me outside hanging

from a tree.

- I was worried about no such thing.

- You needn't worry, I'm too much of a coward.

- You're not a coward, you're a mother grieving for her son.

You do that any way you like.

Take as long as you need.

Just please don't hurt yourself.

- I want you to do me a favor.

- [Marjorie] Anything.

- Go to Sydney now.

Bring the boys home.

I'm going to see my nephews.

(sad music)

- Oh Billy.

Jack.

(calming music)

- [Billy] They gave me this.

- [Marjorie] Oh Billy.

- [Billy] And then there's this.

- Oh Lord, Paddy's VC.

- It's not much of a trade really.

- Poor Paddy, how did he?

I'm sorry, I shouldn't have asked, I'm so sorry Billy.

- It's all right.

He went over the lines to rescue Jack,

and on his way back got shot by a sniper.

- That beautiful Paddy, always the bold one.

- Bold, Mom, over there it was just a raffle.

It was just as easy getting killed running at the lines

as it was running away from them.

We were all just meat in the grinder.

(thunder rumbling)

- [Voiceover] Let's face it, I'm a hero now.

- [Voiceover] Paddy!

Paddy...

(anticipatory music)

(horse whinnying)

- Good day.

Don't know if you remember me.

- I remember you Mr. Kennet.

- I remember you too.

Those sons of yours come home yet?

- No.

- Yes, well,

I, I had a kind of private proposition for you.

- Go on.

- Me and the boys, we're gonna work for ourselves

out of the cattle, got some pretty nice land of our own

down south, mountain country.

I've got a couple of feisty lads.

I reckon it might be time they found themselves

a wife, settle down.

- A partner?

- A young buck needs a woman,

and I reckon a mountain and cattle man

would do well to take one that knows a bit about cattle.

If you get my drift.

- I don't think I wanna follow your drift, Mr. Kennet.

- Good looking girl like that, you should choose her

a worthy husband.

- Let me tell you something Mr. Kennet.

I don't know you and you don't know me.

My daughter's far too young to be thinking

about taking a husband.

But when she does, and she's old enough,

she'll make that decision herself.

Without any help from you, or me.

- Pffft, the day I'll let a woman decide

on any bloody thing is the day I'll light

up the rifle and shoot myself between the bloody ears.

Clear my bloody brains out.

- Well if your boys are of the same opinion.

I doubt if any of them will appeal to my daughter.

(gun cocks)

Now get off my land.

- Just a proposition.

No need for rudeness.

(calming music)

- [Voiceover] Dear John, I am here in Sydney

with our boys, Jack is not well enough to travel,

but I am sending Billy home now.

I know you are all anxious to see him.

They're so protective of each other,

I'm flattered Billy trusts me to wait with Jack.

Billy should arrive in Proserpine, July 16th.

Kisses to everyone, love, Marj.

(anticipatory music)

- Come on, now.

Promise that you won't make a sound.

Don't come out for anyone but me.

- That's a shotgun sweetheart.

Won't hit me from there.

- G'day missie.

(gun fires)

- Two bob he doesn't make it to his feet.

- [Voiceover] I'll take your two bob,

I reckon he's gonna make it.

- [Voiceover] I don't got time for games Patrick.

- [John] Jess.

- [Jess] Dad.

Dad...

- Leave her alone, just take the cows.

- [Jess] Leave him alone!

(groaning) (scuffling)

- Jesus!

(screaming)

- [Jess] Dad!

Dad!

No!

- You wanted her, she's yours.

- Dad, Dad!

- Time to clean up this dump,

and go and herd the rest of my cattle.

(foreboding music)

- [Kids] Daddy, Daddy, Daddy!

(train steam horn honking)

- [Dahlike] Where's John?

Where's John?

Just went out to check, his horse is gone,

and he's taken all of my bloody cattle.

- [Major] Mr. Dahlike please, who's gone?

- [Dahlike] That young Kennedy lad, you know,

that bloody idiot I hired to look out for my stable.

- [Major] Can you settle down Mr. Dahlike?

- [Billy] Dad?

Dad?

(sad music) (bombs exploding)

- Billy?

(foreboding music)

(screaming)

- Ritchie!

(sad music)

- Reg please, there's no way on this earth

they would've missed Billy's train,

and you know very well, there's no possibility

that they would've left Ritchie like that.

- You can't send men out to help us,

because everyone's out looking for Dahlike's herd.

- Mr. Dahlike came in yesterday to complain

about his missing cattle.

So I sent Constable Doyle and Constable Jones

out with him to find him.

- Dahlike's place, that's only 20 miles west of us.

- Billy, stop right there.

With all due respect to you and your army service,

this is a police matter now.

- So you're gonna give Dahlike a police escort

and you want us to sit and wait?

- Billy that's not fair.

Criminals about, the police will arrest them.

Not you!

- If anyone has hurt my family,

and I find them, there won't be any arrest.

- Kath, Kath let's pray nothing's wrong.

- Reg, I have no prayers left.

(anticipatory music)

- Mr. Dahlike, wait.

Wait, wait.

You remain here Constable, if anything happens,

don't be a hero, you get yourself to Mitchell Township

and you find help, do you understand?

- [Constable Jones] What about you?

- Just do what I say.

I'll do the talking Mr. Dahlike,

now I think you're not to be too flashy

with that rifle.

(anticipatory music) (whimpering)

- Murderers!

- Constable George Doyle of Proserpine Police.

I wanna talk to you about those cattle down there

by the river.

- Good for you George.

Good for you.

(groaning)

- You're a long way from Proserpine Mr. Dahlike.

(gun fires)

- Good morning officer.

Ah shit.

(gun fires)

- Watch and learn.

- Ah you have a go.

(gun fires)

Not bad.

(groaning)

Shit.

- [Rifleman] He's bleeding isn't he?

- Are you gonna come or not?

- You know you don't run with a rifle,

it's dangerous.

(car horn honking) (sad music)

- Order, order.

These are the results of preliminary hearing

into the tragic events that occurred in and around

Proserpine between June 30th and July the 19th

of this year, 1919.

I find that on, or about, June the 30th,

at Dahlike Station, persons unknown

went to the station and there murdered

Master Gregory Kennedy, farm worker,

for the purpose of stealing the cattle

owned by Master Kennedy's employer,

Mr. Christian Dahlike.

Immediately after that those same unidentified persons

went to the farm of John and Marj Kelly,

and there willfully murdered Mr. John Kelly,

again, that murder was committed for the purpose

of stealing the cattle owned by the Kelly family.

I find that immediately after that, Mr. Christian Dahlike,

Constable George Doyle, were willfully murdered

by the same unidentified persons.

The unidentified thieves did attempt to murder

Constable James Jones,

and would've done so, had he not made a successful

escape from the area of Maranoa River.

Had it not been for the timely effort

of Mr. William Kelly,

who discovered Constable Jones,

and escorted him to Mitchell Township,

I'm certain the police officer would've died from his wound.

This brings me to the disappearance of Ms. Jessica Kelly,

I am, as yet, unable to determine whether Ms. Kelly

has herself been murdered, and her body hidden

or if indeed she has been kidnapped by the cattle thieves

for reasons as yet unknown.

As to the whereabouts of William Kelly,

no word has been heard of,

or from, Mr. Kelly since he left Constable Jones

in medical care at Mitchell Township

on July the 10th.

Whilst one can understand the anger

of our community at these savage murders,

I must stress in the strongest possible term,

these heinous crimes must become a source

of vigilante action.

(sad, foreboding music)

- Hello.

- Who the hell are you, creeping up like that.

Lucky I didn't shoot you!

- Just after some water.

- Well get it then get going.

- Who's your friend?

- That's my brother.

Got himself stabbed.

- Maybe I could help.

- It stinks.

I told him to clean it.

- What happened.

- Got stabbed in a fight with some dumb farmer.

Got so sick he couldn't work the cattle.

My uncle Jim wanted me to stay with him

and said we could catch up once he got better.

- Cut me some rag will ya, a piece of your shirt will do.

So how many men you got with the cattle?

- Men, well there's Uncle Jim's boys and two others cousins.

Six, plus me and Patrick.

- I wouldn't count this one, he's dead.

So tell me about the girl.

Tell me about the girl.

- Who cares about her, what do you,

what do you mean he's dead?

What do you want the rag for if he's dead?

- I didn't want the rag, I wanted a closer look

at that knife.

It belongs to my father, the dumb farmer.

(scuffling and groaning) (muttering)

- Oh please mister, stop.

She's alive, she's alive.

When they sell the cattle they'll head to the mine.

They only dump 'em there.

(groaning)

- Constable Jones.

- Mrs. Kelly.

I have some news.

New South Wales Police found two bodies

north of Broken Hill.

- Jess?

- No, two men.

These men were both stabbed to death.

The knife that was used had your husband's name on it.

There was also a rifle found on the scene,

marked "Property of Wellshot Station".

Mrs. Kelly?

The police also suggested that maybe Billy was involved.

Mrs. Kelly I'm here because I feel that I owe Billy

a debt.

- Yes you do, so go and tell your colleagues

in New South Wales to stop worrying about my son

and find my daughter.

Jack, the constable here was just telling me--

- I heard.

- Look Jack, I'm just trying to do the right thing.

- I said I heard.

- I told you before, keep away from her.

Get away from her.

- If ya let Tom have a go.

Hey, hey.

That's all right.

(scuffling) (laughing)

- Don't get too fond of her mate.

Because when we get to the mine,

I'm gonna kill her, have you got that?

- Shut up.

Yeah?

I didn't come here to get a bloody girlfriend anyway.

- [Tom] Obviously not (laughs).

- And what would you be talking about now, Cec?

- We've sold the cattle.

When are we gonna split the money?

- Were you born bloody stupid?

Do you wanna spend the rest of your life in jail?

Lou's told us there's somebody on our trail.

I don't care if he's a traveling priest,

I want him dead and buried.

- I'm not doing nothing, not going anywhere,

till I see some money, that's all.

- 20 quid right?

- That's right.

- Cec, we can do this.

There's only one man.

We just ride up, say g'day

and then shoot the bastard.

- Bury him where he falls, then come back here,

collect your pay, and you and Ned can piss off

where you please.

- Shit!

(anticipatory music)

Jesus Jack you frightened the life outta me.

Was I supposed to meet you today?

Well sorry Jack, I just wasted half a day

at the Johnson property waiting for a buyer

that never showed up.

- No, no meeting.

There's no buyer either.

I just needed you out of your office for a while.

- Is this a joke?

- How did they find us and Dahlike?

- What's this got to do with you breaking

into my office?

- Wellshot Station.

- Tom Wellshot?

Well he went broke.

He took off with the cattle he hadn't paid for.

- You banked 500 pounds the week our cattle got taken.

- I had a good week.

I sold a mob of Angus to Christian Dahlike.

- No you haven't sold a thing to Christian Dahlike

in 12 months.

- That's not right.

- [Jack] Your book says it is.

- That's my private property, and I still don't know

what you're talking about.

- Police know about Wellshot.

- Jack, I'm truly sorry for what you've been going through.

- What are they gonna find when they start digging?

More dead bodies?

That'll be three missing herds, and one cattle agent.

- Let me show you something.

- Oh Peter I've been through your drawers.

Found your gun.

- I didn't know they'd kill anybody.

- Maybe not the first time.

- [Peter] Jack, please.

- The second time you knew.

- You don't know these people.

- I know people.

I know more than enough about people.

- Jack, the war's over.

You can't go around shooting people.

- Oh relax Peter I'm not gonna shoot you.

(mumbling)

- There's not a thing in this book

a good lawyer can't explain.

Outside of this office, you can't prove a thing.

- [Jack] You surprise me Peter.

I thought you'd come with me to the police.

- Stay here all night if you like,

but if you're here in the morning,

I'll be the one calling the police.

- She'd be 19 by now.

- Who?

(scuffling) (groaning)

(foreboding music)

(horse whinnying)

(foreboding music)

(guns fire)

(mumbling)

(cheering)

- Did you see that?

That 20 quid is mine!

- Ah rubbish, you could've had him at 10 foot.

- Lou, Lou can you see him?

- Right, he's running right.

- Shit.

Reload, reload.

(gun fires)

- Keep going mate, get him, get him!

- I know!

(guns fire) (anticipatory music)

- I thought you said you got him.

- Lou, where the hell is he?

Why can't anyone see where he is?

- Look, just, keep your eyes open, Cec.

(gun fires) (groaning)

- Sniper's trying to kill us.

- Oh really?

- Help me, ah!

- Ned, throw us your bullets.

- Ned!

- [Ned] Help me!

- [Tom] Ned!

(anticipatory music)

Can you see him?

Lou, can you see him?

(gun fires)

- [Ned] Tommy help me, I'm hurt.

Ah, come on.

(gun fires)

- Lou, Lou tell us where he is!

Oh come on!

Find me you bastard!

Lou, Lou tell us where he is!

Come on, Lou.

(gun fires)

(horse whinnying)

Oh God, oh...

Come on!

Just find me you bastard!

Come on where are ya!

Okay, okay, okay, okay...

- Where is the girl?

- I don't now anything about any girl.

(gun fires) (screaming)

Okay, okay, I'll...

She's with Will, she's with Will,

I swear to Christ, I didn't touch her,

I swear to Christ I didn't touch her.

They'll take her to the mine, they're gonna kill her there,

you need me, I'll take you there, I'll show you

where to go.

- Where's the mine?

- It's a couple hours outta here.

I can take ya, I'll show ya.

I'll show ya.

- I'll find it.

(gun fires) (screaming)

(anticipatory music)

- Will?

- [Will] What?

- Go behind a tree mate.

- I'm just saying goodbye all right?

- I can't hear myself think.

- Settle down.

- Finish her!

- Settle down, all right, just settle down, settle--

(scuffling) (anticipatory music)

You bitch!

- Ah Jesus Will.

- Come here you stupid bitch.

(scuffling)

Bitch!

Come here, come on!

(gun fires)

- Let her go!

- Who the hell are you?

- [Billy] I said let her go!

- Make me! (gun fires)

- Jess, stay where I can see you!

- You bitch!

- Let her go!

- I'm not that stupid!

I let her go, you shoot me.

- You can take the body and walk away,

just let her go!

- You want her, you come and get her.

(anticipatory music)

- I just want the girl.

Take the money, leave the girl, and walk away.

(gun fires)

- That does it, (mumbling).

I'm guessing you're one of the brothers.

You should've stayed home in Proserpine.

You're gonna die here soldier.

(gun fires)

(gun clicks)

I know that I hit ya.

Yeah, if you're dead, I might as well kill her now.

(anticipatory music)

My money, my money!

You bastard!

If I see you she is dead.

If I hear you she is dead.

If you touch any more of my money, she is dead!

Hear me, dead!

(anticipatory music) (gurgling)

- (mumbling), is I just slit your throat.

Jess...

Jess it's me Billy!

Jess, no!

Jess, no!

No!

(gun fires)

(calming music)

- Billy?

Billy?

- Hello Jess.

- They hurt me Billy.

- It's over now Jess.

(weeping)

(triumphant music)

- [Voiceover] There were so many ways we could've

returned home, I don't know whether it was

to save mother from my appearance,

or simply to avoid the police, but we chose the long way,

through the desert, north along the Darling River,

away from people and their questions.

We headed home, the way we came.

(muttering) (weeping)

- Kath, Jack!

Quick!

- [Voiceover] The bodies of the Kennets were never found.

Peter Burns, our local cattle agent,

was assumed to have died of a heart attack.

There were rumors (mumbling),

but no charges were ever laid against my brothers.

Time passed and people forgot,

and in that time, Mother and I both healed.

My brother Jack spent many years running the family farm,

in 1923 he married the widow of Constable Doyle,

and together they raised a whole new clan of Kellys.

My brother Billy carried his wounds from the war,

and the secrets of the mine within himself.

And there, along the banks of the Proserpine,

he would hunt for kangaroo as he did before the war.

Until other wars carried him away.

(sad anticipatory music)

(hallowed music)

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