All language subtitles for Mad.Dog.Morgan.1976.1080p.BluRay.x264-PFa

- I am William Henry Manwaring,

and a member of the
Victorian Detective Police.

I will read some extracts
from my manuscript

describing the later outrages,

pursuit, and death of Daniel Morgan.

I am stationed here at Beechworth

in the colony of Victoria.

After being engaged in the pursuit

and present with the police party

at the death of Morgan
at Peechelba Station

on the ninth day of April

in this year of our lord, 1865.

- Good day, Dan.

Eh eh.

Ah, claim jumping bastards.

Watch what you're doing,

you bloody bastard.

- Look at you dung face,
some yellow ass, chink-loving...

- Don't ever hold me.

Don't ever hold me when I'm in a fight,

that's the way you get hurt.

I know you mean well.

What's that bloody bastard's name?

- Wendlan.

- Jesus, you've got an Irish temper.

- Well, that's better than looking at it.

But that bastard, a police
pimp, that's what he be.

He's the one who's
been telling the traps,

who's been digging without a licence.

I know I've seen him,
and I'm gonna get him.

- A trap pimp, that's
a bloody accusation.

- Aye.

- What's your name?

- Morgan.

- I'm Martin.

That's a serious accusation, Morgan.

I know, but I know it's true, I seen him.

God be my witness, I'm gonna get him.

Well, let's talk about it.

Where are you heading?

Be heading over to Chinatown.

What?

Yeah, you can have more fun over there.

I bet you can.

But Jesus, Morgan, you know how they feel

about Chinese down here.

They buried two of 'em
alive here yesterday.

Well I suppose they'll be buried

right under our feet.

They have stronger things
over there than beer, you know.

Why don't you be coming with me?

Come on, come on.

- Are you sure it,
it's all right to do this?

- Uh, I'm fine.

Ooh, when you're in the gold fields,

it's the best cure if
you're not finding gold.

- Come on, hey.

- That's a good idea.

- Kill the bastards!

- We'll fix you, you moon-faced bastard.

Kill the bastards!

You Chinese-loving bastard.

- What bird are you calling?

- The willie wagtail.

- Well, it doesn't sound like that.

Sounds like this.

- No, no, that's the lilac-crowned wren.

Oh good lord, I must be
getting back to Castlemaine,

I've got work to do.

I've got a session in court this morning.

- Ah.

I've been meaning to tell you, judge,

how much I admire the
severity of your sentences.

- My goodness, Cobham, I
didn't take you to be a simpleton.

I give long sentences because
we've got roads to build.

- I said stand and deliver.

You'll be emptying your pockets now.

I don't want none of
you taking this personal.

I been out in the gold
fields, and I'm broke.

Well then I won't be taking your money.

I'll be taking your clothes.

Not those you're
wearing, but all the rest.

You'll be getting blankets too.

I'll be tying you when I'm leaving.

Well, hurry, man.

I wouldn't want you freezing to death

and your families will
never see you again.

- For the pernicious
crime of highway robbery,

I sentence the defendant, um' um...

- John Smith, your honour.

- I sentence the defendant, John Smith,

to 12 years hard labour,

the first two years of the
sentence to be in irons.

We will not tolerate
lawlessness in Victoria.

Next case, please.

Down, down to hell; and
say I sent thee thither.

- Take a good look at
your new home, you vermin,

the Prison Success.

- Boat ahoy.

Guard boat with prisoners.

Well thanks guard boat,
bring your prisoners ashore.

Man escaping!

Halt, halt or I'll shoot.

You haven't got a chance.

- Leave him.

Bastard wants to
escape, give him a chance.

You can't escape.

- New boy, eh?

- Eh, and what of it?

Can you read, boy?

Yes, sir.

- What's this.

- It's an M, sir.

- M is for malefactor.

And on this island, we brand you

so you'll never forget
for the rest of your life

what you are.

What are you, boy?

- I'm a malefactor, sir.

- Aye, do I detect a sound
of Irish in your voice, boy?

- Not from me, sir, maybe
you've overheard yourself.

You miserable booger,

you wouldn't be so game if I
wasn't tied down like a dog.

You bastard!

- Spread the fingers of his right hand.

Here boy,

you'll find there's no room
for spunk on this island, boy.

There,

welcome to Success.

- Leave me alone.

- Leave me alone, leave
me alone, don't hurt me.

- Piss off.

- Wouldn't you be frightened, huh?

- What do you want?

- You're late, you're late.

- Get me out, they're killing me!

Help me someone, help me, help me!

They're killing me,
help, help, help, help!

Help, help me!

They're killing me, help!

Help, help, help!

They're killing me, help!

Help me!

- Don't kill him, or there'll be trouble.

Water break,

water break!

Water break.

- Ho!

♪ You tramps ♪

♪ You dirty tramps ♪

Oh-oh, let's go.

Hey, ho.

Head up.

Timber.

- Ha!

Timber!

- John Smith, you are to be
remanded for good behaviour.

You've served six years of your sentence,

and it has been decided that
you should be given a chance

to return to society.

You'll be released
today on tentative leave,

but you must remain in
the islands and check in

down at the police district.

You must report to the
police as often as is required.

Is all this understood?

Is all this understood, Smith?

- Yes, sir.

Sir, may I ask you a question, sir?

- What is it, Smith?

- Well sir, that looks like a
gorilla skull there, sir, and,

and those other human skulls and,

I was wondering what they
were doing in your office, sir.

- Prison officers are to
attend a lecture today

by Professor Halford on
the relations of man to apes.

Those are his exhibits.

- Aye.

- Well, that'll be all, Smith.

But be warned, you
must report for parole.

- Ah, I'll be back sir,

I'll be back, sir.

Thank you, sir.

- Ordinary criminals
come and go every day,

the bushranger comes once in an age.

Nature requires time
to produce her titans,

and these monsters reappear
after the lapse of years.

- They're leaving, we've got to beat 'em.

I'm going to blow his bloody bum off.

Matey, I'm sick of these
bloody horse thieves, come on.

Look up there.

- Now what do you
suppose they're doing here?

- Stop moving, I think I
saw him draw his pistol.

- Oh, he's got a gun all right.

- Use the shotgun, Evan.

- But I can't possibly...

- Use it.

Oh god.

- Who are ya?

And what you being doing here?

- You cover him and I'll rush him.

I'll cover him and you rush him.

- Shoot him, you bloody coward.

- I have as much right to be
here as you have to be here.

- A bloody horse thief.

Give me the bloody shotgun.

- Don't you come any
closer, I'll blow your brains out.

- Stop in the queen's name.

- What are you bloody mad
men, has the sun gotten to you?

I'll get ya for this, you son of a bitch,

you bloody bastard.

- Well do you think you hurt him bad?

- Aw, come on.

- Disappears like a bloody bloke.

Holy mother, holy mother.

I'm dying.

Take me in your arms.

Take me in your arms, holy mother.

Holy mother.

Holy mother.

Holy mother.

Who are you?

What, what, what be your name?

- Billy Belton.

- Good on you, Billy.

Holy mother.

I want to

cross the river and stay
in New South Wales,

and I don't wanna come
back until I'm ready.

Will ya,

ya come with me?

Billy.

Where do you come from, Billy?

- I don't know, really.

I think my father was white,

I think.

Because they came to kill my tribe,

because they took the sheep.

- Hey!

Hey, you got it.

- I'm never gonna believe
you're half-white, boy.

Let me see if I can get it out.

I'm getting better.

- I live with the, in the
bush, and some of the tribe

tried to kill me,

tried to leave me in the big station.

I worked there, and then I went to bush.

- Billy, you know that I love you

and that I'll always be your friend.

You'd better see how
my arm's doing, you know.

Come on.

Good, your arm is better.

- It's your money or your
life, and it's in that order.

Your money or your life.

It'll be your money or your life.

Take a look.

Stand and deliver, sir.

It's your money or your life.

Aye.

I could look like this man
Lincoln, I like the way he looks.

I could look like him, you see.

Hm, hm.

Aye.

Stand, or he'll blow your bloody head off

and I'll knock out all your teeth.

- Daniel Morgan has been
described by four witnesses

as having been leading and party to

four armed robberies in this district

during the last month.

Sergeant Smith, mounted policeman,

has been sent to track
the suspect, Morgan,

who has been described as heavily armed.

- I'll get the bastard.

- Ha, ha, boomerang
sir, ha, ha, boomerang!

- What next, but a robbery?

- You know that was a
game, t'why you gave it.

But very foolish, you could've been shot.

- Shot be damned, I'm the
magistrate of Wagga Wagga.

- Oh, it's Mr. Wagga
Wagga, is it, oh, well.

And we were expecting a
whole droplet of money from you.

Now you'll be leaving no
worse than when we first met ya.

- If you come before
me I'll have to do my duty,

you've broken the law.

- Well now, you don't
have to say it matters.

- I can't promise to suppress the matter,

I have my duty to do.

- Ah, and I have my duty to do.

- This is an outrage.

- Good morning.

- An outrage.

Boomerang, sir.

- We've been trying to get this Morgan

for a week, Mr. Baylis.

He's hard to catch, see.

He got lot a support from
travellers and sharers in the...

- Oh, support be damned.

The man's an outrage.

- Ah, well now...

- Outrage to the public
and danger to the roads.

Do you have any good trackers?

- Well, we've got...

- Well, I happen to have
a good deal of experience

in tracking, Inspector, I will
accompany you tomorrow.

He shall be stopped.

- Can I accompany you, sir?

I wish to take a photograph of an outlaw.

- Who's that?

- I am Roget,
photographer extraordinaire.

- Drunk and disorderly.

Mr. Baylis, we done our best.

Been three days now, not a sign though.

- Perseverance, sir.

We'll give it one more day.

- Whoa, there.

We're searching for Daniel Morgan.

- Oh, no sir, I've seen
no strangers around here.

For days.

- Aiding and abetting a
bushranger is a serious offence.

- Well, there's no Morgan here.

I think I did,

I heard

riders, this morning.

- Where?

- I, nor'east, further in.

A few miles in.

- These tracks are fresh.

We'll backtrack them.

They may have a camp round here.

If they don't,

come back to this spot
and follow the tracks forward.

Shall we wait then?

Yes, we shall.

- Bloody idiot.

Morgan, Morgan.

You're gonna be all right, sir.

You're gonna be all right.
- I'm dead.

- We're not gonna let
anything happen to you.

You're still breathing.

- They're gone.

Let's go.

- Good morning, Mr. Haley,
good morning to you, sir.

Good morning to you, sir.

Whoa.

Isn't it a beautiful morning today, sir?

No doubt, look at the sky, it could be.

What'd they say?

- Ah, but Morgan, no!

They tricked me.

- Well, I never said it was you.

You filthy, slimy bastard,
you filthy, slimy bastard.

You know what you did?

See what you did.

Hey!

Well,

wanted dead or alive,

200 pound reward for Daniel Morgan.

And it's a nice big size too, huh?

- I like to give you a skin.

- Aye.

It's a thing of beauty, Billy.

200 pound reward, dead or alive.

- There's one of
Buckingham Palace with me.

- Where's the queen at?

- Here she is.

- You won't take any
photographs like that

around here, matey.

- I want to photograph
the exotica of your colony.

Your plighted wanderer, wild desperado,

- Well, be Daniel Morgan here.

- You're always welcome for
a drink here anytime, Morgan.

There's not one would want
the blood money on your hide.

Right on.

- How are ya?

- I want to see Martin,
he's an old-timer,

knows the area like the back of his hand.

If Morgan's about, he's sure to know.

Come on.

- I would like to photograph
you, Monsieur Morgan.

- Well, do it right now
then, with my mateys here.

We'll do it together here.

- Oh no, no, no, there
is not enough light.

I must do it in the light.

- Oh it's the light, is it?

- Oui, Monsieur.

- Ah, well, we'll do it at noon tomorrow.

You know, noon tomorrow.

El Grande Station.

- Now get outta here, you ole bastard.

- He's with me.

Don't you ever hurt him, he's with me.

- Trap, trapping.

- Well, been nice drinking with you.

- Aye.

- We'll be leaving because
there are traps here.

In the area.

Take the time you want.

- All right, we'll see you soon.

- Ahoy, Monsieur.

- He's got giant balls, that one.

- I beg yours.

- Like this.

- We heard that Daniel Morgan
was headed in this direction.

- Well, Mr. Gibson,

is that a chequebook you
have there beside you?

- Yes.

- Well, I'd like you
to write eight checks

for 30 pounds each.

- I do what I want, when
I want, and how I want.

No bloody horse thief is
gonna tell me what to do.

- I'll blow your fucking bloody brains

all over this fucking barn!

Just write!

- Who do I make them out to?

- You make 'em out to
cash, you bloody fool!

- You can bloody count.

- It's Morgan, Mr. Gibson,
he's bloodthirsty.

- Bloodthirsty am I, well
I'll be seeing you later.

Pass out the checks, you bastard.

And don't you be
knocking me too hard either,

I'll put one right through your ear.

Do you understand what I mean?

Did you ever see the way a
back of a man's head looks

from the front when it's blown off?

Did you ever see anything like that?

Billy.

Burn down the barn.

- But not the shed Morgan, please.

- You tell your police mags not the shed.

Burn it down Billy, burn it down!

Burn it down, burn it down!

Burn it down!

Burn it, burn it!

- To burning the shed.

Aye.

- The photograph, remember?

- All right sweetheart,
and where do you reside?

- El Grandio Station, monsieur.

- Well you can see I'm a
little busy right now, can't you?

Ha, ha, ha!

- Morgan.

- All right, don't worry.

- Hello there.

Hello.

- Aye, dum, duda, da da, duda.

Here.

We came here to see the Frenchman.

- He left this morning.

You're Morgan.

- I am Daniel Morgan.

- Why the,

the police are looking for you.

- Now take it easy, McLean.

What did you say?

- I said, well, clear off, the
police are looking for you.

- And what else is new, boys?

We didn't come here to kill anybody.

We came to have our photograph taken.

- Well, I just wanna keep
my head, Mr. Morgan.

Would you like a drink?

- Oh yes, I'd like a drink.

Thank you.
- Cheers.

You know, you're a
bloody scoundrel, Morgan.

You scared the piss out of
every rich landowner in the area.

- Well,

it's what I meant to do.

- You, you, you proved
the police to be a bunch of

incompetent idiots.

- There, what, what, what is that?

- Hm?

That, what is that?

- That's an extinct
animal, Morgan, like you.

- But what does that mean?

- There's a reward for you dead or alive,

that's what it means.

- Does it?

They've been trying to make a
murderer out of me, you know.

But um,

no.

They won't be doing it.

I'll be no murderer.

- Hey, Morgan!

Morgan, just don't rob me!

- I'm the best.

Best?

- Watch this.

And up.

You missed him get on his horse...

- Hey, who are you laughing at?

Dear friend.

- You let go of my...

- The bastard shot my hand.

Bloody hell.

Bloody hell, he shot my hand.

- Just lie back here.

Just lie back here, just lie back here.

Just lie back here, just lie down now.

Who the hell shot at me?

- Nobody shot at you
Morgan, you stupid bastard.

It was your own gun went off.

- It's a damn ricochet, it
was a bloody ricochet boy.

Hey, McLean, go to Walla Walla,

you get Dr. Stitch.

I hear you calling for the police!

If you call for the police.

Aye, I'll kill ya.

You understand, do you understand?

All right, well, move, man' move.

Get moving.

All right now, all right now.

Who shot at me?

Nobody shot at you.

- Shut up.

Who shot at me?

Best we going back to the cave, boy.

- McLean going for the police.

- Who shot at me?

You can catch him at.

Come on!

- You stop McLean, stop McLean,

you stop or I'll shoot.

Hey, hey.

You know, you're a fool, McLean.

I told you to stop.

- You killed me.

- I warned ya.

I told you not to go for the police.

It's your stomach, is it?

- My family fought at the
battle of Agincourt wearing this.

1415 AD.

- Please, hold your
weapon still, Mr. Mayor.

- What brings you down this way, Baylis?

- The hunt, for Morgan, the murderer.

You need anymore men?

- I've sworn in townsfolk
as special constables,

we'll get the rogue, but
thank you for the offer.

- Trackers.

- They're not much help.

The man knows the
bush like a bloody animal.

- Why'd he kill McLean?

- Who knows, you can't
fathom the heart of a gorilla,

can you?

- He's not a gorilla, he's a man.

- Listen, I don't know how
long you've been in the colonies,

Roget, but our problem here,

we have a lot of born criminals,

they come from convict stock.

- How's the hunt organised?

- We've circled the whole
area, we're closing in.

You heard about that

Being seen around here?

- Ah, hogwash, that was just
some drunk seeing Morgan.

- Oh no, I read the report, McGinnity.

Two or three people seen him,

Billy.

- Jesus!

- Billy.

- Shit.

You're arrested!

- I had to ride out of it,
sergeant, my gun, it were jammed.

- You will be suspended
and tried for cowardice

and neglect of duty.

The New South Wales police
force has become a laughing stock

and I will not stand for it.

- A thousand pounds
reward for capture of Morgan,

the New South Wales government.

- Thank you, sergeant.

- All right, men.

Let's get that reward for Morgan.

- Sergeant, can I come with you?

- I'm afraid not, Mr. Roget,
far too dangerous.

Get out of the way.

- Take it easy on my boys, Smith,

they've done you no harm.

- Sorry, mate, well, they're in the way.

Aye, you're behind the times, Smith.

President Lincoln is freeing
the slaves at this very moment.

- Who?

- The President of the United
States, Abraham Lincoln.

- Ah, you mean the war over there.

Well good luck to him,
Morgan is my problem.

- Who?

- You know who I bloody well mean'

Morgan, the bloody bushranger
that shot Sergeant McGinnity.

- And how the bloody hell
would I know that, sergeant?

- Ask one of your bushbabies.

- Morgan, the bushranger.

Can't help you, sergeant.

I, I am sorry.

- Don't ask any favours
from me, will you, Maples?

And don't forget, there's
a thousand pounds

for the capture of Morgan.

If you hear anything,

we'll be camped back at Doodle Station.

I want that bastard.

That's bad for all of us,

when scum like that mock
the forces of her majesty.

- You could go for a little walk, boys.

I take you have some news for Mr. Morgan.

- Light the fire, I could use some grub.

- Um, sergeant, sorry, sir,

do you think we should light the fire

with Morgan about and all that?

- We are not sucking up to fear, men.

There's no room for
the spunkless in this job.

Light the fire.

- Spunkless.

I reckon he has a screw loose.

He's looking for us to get bloodied up.

- I'm sick of being a trap.

My bloody clothes don't even fit me.

Get me back to city on the sly.

- You.

- It's me.

- The police across the river border

are totally and completely incompetent.

We will not tolerate
anarchy in our colony.

If Morgan crosses the river,

he will not last 24 hours in Victoria.

He will be relentlessly
and mercilessly cut down.

Thus, the boil will be
expunged and obliterated.

I hope that you members of the press

will relay this message
across the colony,

and across the river,

so that our mothers
may sleep without fear

of their husbands and
children being cruelly murdered.

- Everyone is talking about it,

you won't last 24 hours in Victoria.

- Aye, 24 hours, is it?

- There's something else.

New shepherd, at Grand
Station, bounty hunter,

he wants to skin you.

- And what's his name?

- Simon.

Simon the Morgan-skinner, huh?

Aye.

Hiya, hi, ha, ha, ha, ha.

Come on through here.

Simon!

- Morgan!

- Simon, Simon, is it?

Well, I tell ya, huh?

Hi.

- Mercy, Morgan!

- Have mercy, is it?

You'll be hunting my skin, will ya?

- Mercy!

- I heard you wanted to have my skin.

- Mercy!

- Well you missed a
thousand pound reward.

But I'm gonna give ya
a pound for your trouble.

You tell 'em, you tell 'em,

'cause you're believing now.

You tell 'em, I'm
coming cross that river.

- Sergeant, the animal, Morgan,

may cross the Murray
into Victoria very soon.

He wants it, he will get it.

Telegraph Superintendent
Winch, Beechworth.

Tell him that I want every police officer

in the district alerted.

I want the best officers concentrated

between Beechworth and Banana.

I want the best horses, the best riders,

and if Morgan crosses the border,

I want him smashed and destroyed.

I have an appointment for
luncheon with the coroner.

I shall come back later
and hear the progress.

- Yes, sir.

- Tell me, what do you
think creates a monster

like this man Morgan, Dr. Dobbyn?

- Well, apparently he has some of the

physical features of a gorilla.

Professor Halford would
like to examine his skull.

- Possibly, that could
be arranged quite soon.

- Is he coming down here?

- Rumoured.

- Very good.

You know, Halford studied
the comparative anatomy

between men and gorillas.

If Morgan has gorillaroid
features, he could tell.

- Tell me, do you really
think Morgan could be

half man, half animal?

- By all means.

I don't credit this new nonsense from

Charles Darwin at all.

- Oh, the origin of the species.

- Ah, yes, yes, the
origin of the species.

Well, oh god.

- Morgan, like most
criminals, I think so,

is a throwback to primitive man.

- I wouldn't know anything about that.

I will tell you one thing, doctor.

The more I see of man,
the more I admire dogs.

You go to.

All right, that ought to give
me a pretty good position on

where the police are.

And I'll do the Melbourne
road, it's full of money.

No, no, of course not, no.

Because I got those scores.

I've got some scores, some old scores'

and I want 'em paid in full.

Thanks, go on, go on, be gone.

Where are we gonna meet?

Dead gumtree at midnight.

- All right, all right,
you take care, Morgan.

- I'm just gonna tell you one thing,

I'll never believe your father was white.

- Fire, Mr. Robbins, there's a fire,

wake up, Mr. Robbins!

Mr. Robbins, there's a fire.

There's a man, he's gotten the haystack,

Mr. Robbins, wake up.

Wake up, Mr...

- Oh, Christ!

Quick.

Fire, fire!

- Quick, the hay's on fire.

- Bail up, bail up.

Bail up, all of you, move forward.

Put your hands over
your head, all of you.

Move up, move up!

You move up, men, hands up.

Move up closer.

Now,

anybody that moves, they're dead.

Halt, who be you?

- He's only a station boy, Mr. Morgan.

- Move, boy, you almost
got your head blown off.

Is this everyone then?

- Yes, I think so.

Oh, except for my wife,
she's still in the house.

Well, where's that bastard Evan Evans?

You know he tried to
kill me four years ago.

- Well, he's not here, Morgan.

He won't be back for weeks.

- And who be you?

- I'm his brother.

- If he's in that house,
I'll burn it to the ground.

He's not here, Morgan.

- Oh, where's the luck?

I wanna kill the bastard.

You're a bloody cheerful looking lot.

Has anyone seen my
wax work in the museum?

In Melbourne?

- Aye, thought it might do you...

- I've seen it, Mr. Morgan.

- Aye, and how is it
compared to the real man?

- I don't know.

Well now, what do you
mean, you don't know?

You've seen it, haven't you?

- It's taller, it's taller.

- If I'd be robbing brains,

thank god I'm not robbing brains.

I'd be a very poor man.

You'll be coming with me, Evans.

Move.

Move.

- The way he looked at me.

Lord, undressing me with his eyes.

I'll have nightmares
for the rest of my life.

God, the thought of him
kissing me, touching me.

Horrible, disgusting.

- I'll be going for the police then?

- Then get going, boy, fast!

- Morgan took Evans as a hostage.

Telegraph every officer you can.

I want the cry of my hounds in his ears.

I want his spleen on my desk by sundown.

- You'll be pardoned here, Evans.

I bear you no grudge.

Why don't you tell that
bloody brother of yours.

I owe him something for my scars.

I'd be getting burned too.

Good morning.

Hey, I need some food and grog.

- Higgs.

- Higgs, Higgs will be fine.

Huh, you two women, you be here earlier.

We are.

- Well, you have any Irish whiskey?

- Yes.

- Aye, well, make me one of those.

For a tired stranger.

- I think that looking at maps

is not the way to catch the fox.

- My guess is that he's
on his way to Bond's place.

He's sworn revenge, he's
burned wheat fields, Bond's next.

- I disagree.

- Why?

- I...

- I want you to intercept him

before he gets to Bond's place.

- I think you're probably feeling a wind.

Saint Joseph said

the world would melt,

but he liked the way his finger smelled.

I learned that at Saint Mary's in Sydney.

I wouldn't know what to do, ma'am,

I never had the opportunity.

The only woman that I knew
was Mary, my mother, and I,

ah,

you're so beautiful.

But I, I, I'm a, I'm a
tired stranger, ma'am.

- You're no stranger,
you're Daniel Morgan.

- You know my name.

Thank you.

- Where's Manwaring?

- There.

- Superintendent Winch
asked me to get you

back to Beechworth, sir.

- What the hell is going on?

- Morgan's been spotted at Winton, sir.

He had breakfast at Whitley's hotel.

- Where is he now?

- No one knows, sir,
he's disappeared again.

- Well, it looks like
he'll last the 24 hours.

- Where do you think he's bound, sir?

- Morgan is bound for hell.

- You'll take my waggon?

- No, I be too tired to be
taking your waggon, poor man.

I'll be giving you a pound.

And only for one reason.

That I may have to take it
back from you some day.

- No, matey, I won't be drinking with ya.

No, because I've come here

to tell those bloody
flash police of yours

that they'll not be doing what they're

talking about doing to me.

And I'm gonna give 'em a
chance at the blood money too.

- What call you, senor?

- Call me Mr. Daniel Morgan.

You'll be coming out
with your hands clear.

- Hey don't worry, stranger.

I'm just an old traveller.

- You certainly know how to
give a fellow traveller a fright.

Well, where you be from?

- Last few years I've
been across the river,

in Morgan country.

- Morgan country.

- It's not like the good old days,

when a stranger was always welcome.

But you know, Morgan's put
the fear of God in their hearts.

So they're frightened,
they'll refuse a man a feed.

- And what's this Morgan be like then?

- He's a real good sort of a bloke.

And the police will
never catch him up there,

he sleeps with one eye open.

- Well, thank you, old man.

That be worth knowing.

You'll be sharing my
fire with me tonight.

Morning.

- You're Morgan, aren't you?

I saw the brand on
your palms, in your gun's.

God bless and protect
you from your enemies, son.

That's my prayer, night and day.

You're not safe here, Morgan,
there's police everywhere.

There's rumours you were about,

why have you come here?

- My god, man, for revenge.

- We caught him outside Wangaratta

counting troopers, superintendent.

He's a Morgan telegraph for sure.

- I don't know what you're talking.

- You little scum, where's Morgan?

- I don't know what you're talking,

I don't know Mullen.

- Not Mullen, Morgan, you lying animal.

- Let me go.

- Let him go, Mr. Montford.

There's no need to be afraid.

- There've been reports
of up to 20 holdups

by Morgan on the Melbourne Road.

If he tried to cross
that river, he'd be dead,

I've got men lined on both
sides of every possible crossing.

He outwitted us today, but I
think we've got him in a net.

- I think you underestimate him.

They've been trying to catch him

across the border for years.

He's humiliated the
entire police force there.

He keeps them running in circles.

There's more to him than meets the eye.

- Rubbish.

I've sent Constable
Shubridge, Percy, and Hall

to to help cover him.

I've telegraphed
Constable Crily at Chiltern,

Constable Levin and Rothkin
to proceed to Wangaratta

and then join Shubridge.

I've ordered Hays to
take all available men

From Wahgunyah to the crossing at Mulwala

in case Morgan tries to get out there.

If he doubles back on his tracks,

and tries to cross back
on the upper Murray

he'll be facing a
detachment from Wodonga.

- I'd like to track him.

From Whitley's hotel.

There, there, now' now.

- You're a day late, officer.

- No, we've got the
whole area covered, sir,

he won't escape.

I believe your daughter
encountered Morgan.

- Yes, he stole some
food and some whiskey.

- In what kind of a
condition was his horse?

- Knocked up.

- He'll be needing a new horse.

If he hasn't got one already.

- Superintendent Winch.

- Yes, boy, what is it?

- Message from Glenrowan, sir.

Morgan was sighted
two and a half hours ago

by a station hand called Bussey,

three miles north of Glenrowan.

Morgan asked him
about horses at Taminick,

then headed off in that direction.

- Did he now?

Hey-ya, ho!

- Then he had me cooking breakfast,

very hungry he was, too.

And then he told me
he was going to hold up

the Glenrowan hotel.

- He's heading north.

It's all he can do.

- Did he mention any place north?

- I don't think so.

- If you would, please try to remember.

- Hey Bob, come over here.

- Yes, Mrs. Walby.

- Bob, did Morgan ask any directions

when you gave him the horse?

- Yes, Mrs. Walby, he
asked me the way to c-c-c...

- Oh, come on, Bob, this is important.

- Connolly's boatyards.

- Connolly's boatyards,
that's six miles to the north.

On the way to the river.

- That's where he's heading.

I'll stake my life on it.

- He's only got an hour start on ya.

And he seemed fairly tired.

- And no wonder, he's bailed
a path of Victoria, ma'am.

- Quite a man.

- He's a name with a
thousand pounds reward

and blood on his hands,
and this time we have him.

- That bloody line,

that bloody line.

Yeah, you talk to much.

You don't give a horse a chance.

Turn around boy, we'll be
chopping this down now.

Heave it.

You watch out for the axe now.

Ah,

♪ The traps, the dirty traps ♪

♪ You get 'em when you're able ♪

Hey, come back here,

you come back here.

You come back here or I'll
bash you in the head with this.

Will you listen to me?

I'm your boss here, will you wait,

I'm doing this for you, boy.

That's communication now,

they'll beat us whether you're
the best race horse or not,

you understand what I'm saying to you?

Will you stand up, boy?

♪ Oh you traps, you dirty traps ♪

♪ You get 'em when you're able ♪

♪ Oh you traps, you dirty traps ♪

♪ You get 'em when you're able ♪

We're able, boy.

- Well, what has happened?

- I don't know, superintendent,
it's just gone dead.

- Dammit.

- Gideon, go see what they want.

- Certainly, Flanders, you go on.

Oh, you have beasts that hop,

do not,

trees that shake off
their leaves at your back.

And that one angry platypus...

I believe.

Odd we should have visitors at this hour.

Our first?

We've let in enough company

in the ordinary course of things.

- Hi, be Morgan.

I suppose you've heard of me.

- Aye.

I have that.

You're not to worry in here.

Sit down, young MacPherson.

Move on, move on.

I apologise for my appearance,

I'm a bit weary from the road.

Mr. MacPherson, sir, it's an honour, sir.

I've heard that you've been friendly

to the traveller in my class, sir.

- Will you not be seated?

Take at ease.

- He's not showing up.

- Must've bypassed us.

- Mr. Morgan, please, I have
a sick child in the nursery,

can I go see it for a few minutes?

- It's true, Mr. Morgan,
let her go, please.

- You go,

and look after it.

But if you're too long,

you'll be the one that's sick.

What is this, some sort of Quaker wake?

- Peechelba.

He's heading north.

If he's bypassed us, he's
going to stop at Peechelba,

for food or horse.

- No sign of Morgan's evident?

- Take these two men and go to Peechelba.

- I can almost smell him.

- I heard organ music as I

was coming by and...

- It's a piano.

- Who be playing it?

- I was.

- Aye.

Aye.

I saw you when I come in.

With your permission, sir,

ma'am, to play some music.

I, I really like the music.

Please, ma'am.

- McIntosh, quickly, come here.

- What is the matter, Alice?

- Morgan's bailed up the place.

He's got the boss and
everyone in the parlour.

Go tell Mr. Rutherford,
and get some men and guns.

- Who?

- Mr. Rutherford, tell
Mr. Rutherford Morgan is here.

- Me tell Mr. Rutherford?

- Yes, you bloody old fool.

- Play, play.

It's so beautiful.

Aren't we having a wonderful evening?

What a wonderful day
at what a wonderful time.

Isn't it wonderful?

I think so, I, I never, I never really,

I could imagine, you know,

they said I could never read, you know,

they said I could
never read but I really,

I learned a little bit, I,

well uh, well, I don't know
how to write yet though, I uh,

don't know really how to write.

I missed so much of my life, sir.

Mr. MacPherson, I've
missed so much of my life, sir.

I've missed so much of my life, sir.

And I'm not trying to
be sentimental either.

I'm not trying to be.

Do you know how lucky I
am to be Dan Morgan, sir?

Do you know how lucky I
am to be Dan Morgan, sir?

I, I...

I could've, aye, well,
you only go around once,

you know, as they say.

I tell you what, that Irish
whiskey's pretty good.

Ah, Mr. MacPherson's chair.

- Mr. Rutherford!

- Alice, what's all the excitement?

- Has McIntosh been here?

Did he tell you about Morgan?

- No, what's all this about?

- Morgan's bailed up
MacPherson's in the homestead.

Mrs. MacPherson didn't
want me to tell you anything

because she's frightened
he might kill someone,

but we can capture him.

- Right, go back to the
house, I'll get the men.

- To your family.

I'm not as bad as
they say, but I'm worse!

I'm a mad dog, sir.

I'm a mad dog, sir!

But I'll be served
and treated as in kind.

The ladies and children,
they may go to sleep now.

Well go, move.

Go to your beds.

Thank you, Mrs. MacPherson,
for your good company.

- Good night, Mr. Morgan.

- Ah, what a wonderful, wonderful time.

What a wonderful family you have, sir.

- I'd like to take a
shot at the devil now,

Mr. Rutherford.

- No, if you missed,
there'd be carnage in there.

We'll get him when he leaves the house.

Where are the others?

- Oh, they're by their horses.

- If he gets past us, which
he won't, they'll get him.

- There's a thousand pound reward

for Morgan, Mr. Rutherford.

- My concern is for the innocent
people in there, Wendlan.

We must avoid harm to them at any cost.

They should be here any minute.

- Huh, bloody Queen Victoria.

I will return...

- Eh, oh, I'm sorry, what did you say?

- Hm, I was speaking

of

Queen bloody Victoria's police.

- Oh, really?

- And I was saying

may I'd piss on their heads for eternity.

Sh, the children, don't
you agree sir, though?

- I, I agree.

- You know what?

- What?

- Aye, I think you're only
saying that to please me, sir.

- You know what?

- What?

- You're right.

- But you see, to be
friends, sir, to be friends.

- Aye.

- That's important, yeah.

Aye, aye, because
you see, friends, friends,

they can disagree.

No.

- We're from Wangaratta, Rutherford.

These men are volunteers.

What's the situation?

- He's still in there.

- Everyone armed?

- Yeah.

- I'm gonna spread my
men around the house,

make sure everyone keeps hidden,

make sure everyone keeps quiet.

- Here?

- They're all around me.

Aw, the bastards are here.

- Make a move, damn you.

- Mr. Rutherford, sir, I
could move up closer.

Shall I go?

- Christ, they'll ruin
everything, stop them!

- Who's in command here?

- Two of our constables from Wangaratta.

- You really wrecked the surprise.

- As senior officer here,

I assume command of this situation.

There are two points
I would like to stress,

which you will relay to
all the armed civilians.

Firstly, we will take Morgan alive.

Secondly, if there is
a need to open fire,

care will be taken to aim at his limbs.

We will take Morgan alive,

and no one will rush the house.

We'll wait till Morgan appears.

We'll wait.

- So, I'd like to wash my
face and wash my hands,

and I have something in my saddle.

Have a skin, a sacred
skin, of an extinct animal, sir.

- Aye.

- And I want someone to get it for me.

- Aye, all right, certainly.

- Alice.

- Coming, Mr.
- MacPherson.

- We'll be needing
breakfast and some hot water,

and there's a skin tied
to Mr. Morgan's saddle,

will you...

- Alice.

Alice.

It's a sacred skin to me, and
be careful how you untie it,

and you bring it to me directly.

- When will you be leaving us, Morgan?

- Um.

I'll be leaving ya right after breakfast,

right after breakfast, sir.

- Psst.

Christ Jesus.

- Bloody armed civilians.

Shepherds with guns.

There'll be carnage.

Good morning, all.

- Uh, good morning, Mrs. MacPherson.

I'm washing my bloody hands.

I'll be having to borrow a horse here.

Which I will return
immediately or otherwise.

- Constable Percy, go and
repeat the command to every man.

We will take Morgan alive.

- Right.

- Sir.

- Would you help me, Mrs. MacPherson,

would you help me with this?

And put it around me, please do.

It's a beautiful day.

Aye.

Oh, it's got the geese flying.

Keep smiling.

- He's not even looking around.

- Always smile.

Because it's a beautiful day.

It's a beautiful day.

- Send for the surgeon, quick, man.

Where can we take him?

- You best put him in
the blacksmith's shop.

- You, you, you,

take him to the blacksmith's shop.

- There is no hope for him.

Are you in pain?

- Mm-um.

- Would you like to hear a prayer?

- What was that?

He's dead.

- Leave the dead be!

The shot fired by Wendlan
was effective, but premature,

as it prevented the police

from attempting to capture him alive,

which they were about to do.

Upon his person was found
nearly 100 pounds in cash,

and two watches.

He was removed to the blacksmith's shop

and laid on a mattress.

He refused to converse
or to take any sustenance.

A surgeon arrived from Wangaratta

and he received what
help could be given him

but he died about two in the afternoon.

- Make it quick.

- Finished.

- Meh, off with you then.

Bring them around as soon as possible.

Oh, Wendlan, out with you too.

Dr. Henry, would you please flay off

Morgan's beard for me?

- You can't be serious, sir.

- Who is the senior
officer in this district?

- You are, sir.

- Thank you.

Dr. Henry, you will
please proceed to flay off

Morgan's beard, and cut off the scrotum,

might make and interesting tobacco pouch.

Use that.

- Good day.

- Good day.

- Superintendent Cobham,
I don't really approve of this.

- Then good day, sergeant.

Superintendent, remember I mentioned

Professor Halford in Melbourne,

an authority for
gorillaroid skull structures.

- Yes, yes, of course.

- It would be of great
interest to send Morgan's head

to him for study.

Will you permit
decapitation for this purpose?

And of course, we will make a death mask

before we send it on to Melbourne.

- Frankly, I consider
Morgan scarcely human.

Therefore, he is not
entitled to the consideration

due to other men, however criminal.

By all means, off with his head.

And don't forget the scrotum.

♪ Over the border to rifle and plunder ♪

♪ Over the border went Morgan the bold ♪

♪ Over the border, a terrible blunder ♪

♪ For over the border
bold Morgan lies cold ♪

♪ Over the border, oh,
why did he wander ♪

♪ 'Midst cold-hearted
strangers all friendless to roam ♪

♪ Was it that the absence
might make him grow fonder ♪

♪ Of those he had left
in his own native home ♪

♪ Well, over the border
not long did he plunder ♪

♪ Swift is stern justice
as slow she is here ♪

♪ Bold are the men over the border ♪

♪ Where even the women
know nothing of fear ♪

♪ Fiercely they hunt
him, a cruel marauder ♪

♪ Quickly they follow
him, dead on his track ♪

♪ Line with their troopers
the riverside border ♪

♪ And over he may
come, but never go back ♪

♪ Never from far and
near gathered quickly ♪

♪ Stern faces watch him
all night through the gloom ♪

♪ Nought can avail him
now sympathy sickly ♪

♪ Sealed is for ever
the murderer's doom ♪

♪ Shot like a dog in the
bright early morning ♪

♪ Shot without mercy who mercy had none ♪

♪ Like a wild beast without
challenge or warning ♪

♪ Soon his career
of dark villainy's run ♪

♪ So honour the brave
hearts over the border ♪

♪ Great was the lesson
they taught us that day ♪

♪ Oh, that each other
bushranging marauder ♪

♪ Over the border
should venture to stray ♪

♪ So over the border
to rifle and plunder ♪

♪ Over the border went Morgan the bold ♪

♪ Over the border, a terrible blunder ♪

♪ For over the border
bold Morgan lies cold ♪