Look, Fuller.
Jack, Jack, Jack. Look here.
That's Cec Wiley.
What's Frank Butler's hard man doing with the superintendent?
No sass, no move.
- We just want to talk. - Nice and easy now, no need for bloodshed.
Now, tell us what you know about the killings on the Old East Road!
Fuller must have a number on him dead.
How did you figure that?
This is his handywork.
Mercenary stuff and the killing's not done then.
The only question is, who is next.
I'll get your money.
What do you think, you're doing?
I'm sorry, I was just putting something away.
Did I ask you to do that?
Did I?
Get out!
Wait!
Come!
Tomorrow.
You're here to...
rob me or kill me?
I wanted to kill you'd already be dead.
I don't know if I think robbing you is the best way to get you to listen.
Nor is pointing a gun at me.
Fuller's working with the Butler gang.
People being killed for the lad.
Why'd the superintendent do that?
Not certain, but I'm guessing gold.
I saw Fuller with Frank Butler's man, Cec Wiley down the Old George's farm.
Now Cec Wiley is dead.
So I'd say Fuller's tying up loose ends.
He was making your life tough.
I mean naturally you'd wanna be rid of him.
Fuller goes, you replace him my life might change.
Do you think you're running this town, you're not.
Fuller's the one with the power now.
Maybe wants this to be his town.
You've made your point.
Oh.
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You're the bloke looking for William Jameson?
I'm Clarence Booth, Scott & Wooley, lawyers of London.
I'm William Jameson.
Says here...there is a... substantial sum of money involved.
- The resemblance isn't strong. - Well, five summers out here,
your own mother wouldn't recognise ya.
And what is your mother's name?
Mary?
Unless the heat has affected your memory too you're not the man I'm after. Good day, sir!
Pay me the money or I shoot you where you stand.
I don't have the money on me.
It's in the bank.
Well then this
will have to do.
And your wallet.
What else you got?
Shiny!
It' a dead cert... Same weak chin, thin, english miserable lips.
It's nothing like me.
I don't know.
Capt'n is right about that week chin.
I'm not gonna masquerade myself, as some William Jameson.
Why not? You masqueraded as everything else.
Don't worry! I tore every one of them down so nobody else'll get the same idea.
That was a waste of time, wasn't it?
Cause that Booth character is gonna want some proof.
Jack says, it's probably worth giving it a go.
Well if Jacksie wants it, Jack just gonna do it then.
What Jack's worried about is getting rid Fuller.
Well, I tell you, if he does that, every trap in the colonies gonna be here hunting us down.
He is not that stupid.
Weak chin!
And so we proceed to auction of the goods and chattels of the late George Jenkins of Old East Road.
But one is the lifestock.
3 sheep, 1 ram, 5 hens and a rooster.
You really gonna make a bid for the property?
It's not much good for farming but it'd be perfect for abattoir.
1 pound, 4 shillings! Thank you, nice round here.
1 pound, 4 shillings. 1 pound, 5.
You sure it won't stretch you too much financially?
Sheeps sell fine to 40 pounds.
I can cope with that.
Another income could help.
I suppose so.
Sold! For 1 pound 10 shillings.
Next! We have these do-lovely chairs.
I'd be happy to purchase those for you if you like, Miss Catherine.
Thank you Frederick, but I do have my own furniture.
Will you be bidding on anything?
Old George had a Brown Bess there in there so I'm loving attention.
Aren't we all?
And going once, twice. Sold.
Just come and have a look.
Family jewels, but useful nonetheless.
A penny to begin. To start up the bet. And we're on our way. Will anyone advance me on a penny?
- Yeah! - 2 pennys over to the right.
No more?
2 pennys going once, twice, sold!
And now we have some weapons!
This sir, a Brown Bess... Thank you, sir!
What am I bid?
Very well oiled.
And if you have a nagging mother-in-law getting in trouble this won't let you down.
What am I bid?
Clarence Booth?
William Jameson.
You bear resemblance to the photograph.
Well I should, because that's me.
Then you'll know your birthdate.
First of May.
'31.
And your mother's first name?
A florin.
What was the question again?
Your mother's first name.
Beatrice.
And the name of your mother youngest sister.
- 4 shillings! - 4 shillings!
She didn't have one.
Right on the money, well... This is a pleasure.
Sold! 4 shillings.
Who bought these, please show your hand.
Thank you, sir!
Ladies and gentleman you'd so far purchased some excellent items.
I've got to get going. Can we do this in another time?
Out of town where Creek Road meets the longest track, shall we say at 1 o'clock?
Sell of the property at lot 134 of Old East Road.
Good size family farm if needs be defends yourself. Most of the work done for you.
Hey, hey!
Change your mind, did ya?
Well, just thought I'd have a little look.
Have you told Jack?
I don't know where Jack is. Do you know where he is?
- You're lucky I was here. - Oh yeah.
How did you know about the aunt?
Well, it's just simple poker, Cap.
You see, I could see his tell, when I'm playing poker I look him straight in the eye,
they pretty much tell me everything that I wanted to know.
- Lucky guess. - It was.
It was a lucky guess.
- I gotta get out of here. - Go!
- Need a hand? - I do, actually.
- What happened there? - Ah, I jammed it in a door. Was all my fault.
Ruby! What's going on?
Did Fuller do this?
Please, you mustn't tell anybody. Especially not Mary.
- I've been seeing him in my hotel-room. - But, if he hurt you...
I know, but... I went to put something in the drawer and he thought I was snooping.
So, it was all my fault.
- Any increase on 30? - 35 pound!
- 38! - 38 pound!
Do I have 40? Looking for 40.
- 40. - 40 pounds we have!
- 40 pounds. Do we have an increase on... - 50 pounds!
50 pounds! 50 pounds, 50 pounds going once.
- 50 pounds... - Stop the auction!
Excuse me!
Ladies and gentlemen I'm afraid this auction is over.
Apparently George Jenkins lodged a will with Mr Harper 2 months ago
bequeathing the property to local school
and naming Miss Catherine Bell
as executor.
Congratulations ma'am.
- What just happened? - You just inherited a farm.
- There will be other properties. - I'm sure you're right.
Maybe we can look for something together.
Good afternoon Mrs Barrett.
Sergeant! May I have a moment of you have time.
We'll talk later. Thanks Mick.
It's a delicate matter for both of us.
Is there a rumor that the superintendent is somehow involved with Frank Butler.
- It's hard to believe. - Indeed.
The...the absurdity of the idea...
Nonetheless these killings remain unsolved.
Superintendent Fuller is a dedicated police officer, sir.
No doubt he is... and no doubt so are you.
Therefore I'd appreciate you keeping an eye on the superintendent, just between us.
I'm not comfortable with this, sir.
I understand. But if Fuller is corrupt, someone would need to step up and take his place.
You went to Fife?
Gutsy him getting rid of Fuller?
I say, I appeal to his self interest it might do the job.
Have you meeting Booth at one we should get going.
Hey, it's all right.
- I can handle it. - Oh, you better watch him.
You gonna take the cash and run.
Have I ever done that before?
Have I ever let you guys down, would I did something like that?
Easy, easy! Just having a crack.
It's a joke, man!
I was just... I just don't want complicate things, that's all. All right?
Because if we going to see this Booth character he ask you the same questions
that he asked me, and you give him a different answer.
You know that just gonna make him suspicious.
Sure.
Mr Booth?
Easy mate. Easy.
Dan!
- What are you doin' here? - Saving you apparently.
Frederick, when I sell this farm I can afford to buy books, and pencils...
- and I can send away to London for a set of Encyclopedias - Yeah.
I mean most of these children don't even have shoes.
Excuse me, ma'am.
Clarence Traingrove I'm very keen on that property and
my offer of 50 pounds
- still stands. - Yes. Good! All right!
- Um...what do we do now? - Hold on!
Why are you so interested in that book?
I was raised outside Turner in a little place just like that.
and when I first saw it, it reminded me of my dear departed mother and father.
Yeah. And my stuffed wombats giving birth to twins.
I think we're talkin' about gold here here Miss Catherine.
That place could be worth ten times what he's offering.
And the lady graciously declines your offer.
60 pounds then? I'd give almost anything to feel my mothers presence again.
Oh, that or a séance. That would be my suggestion.
- You sure about this Frederick? - Oh, yeah! We saw Fuller fella, there nearby the creek.
Maybe he was fishing.
Yeah. A goldfish.
Miss Catherine, people don't just offer 60 quid.
Frederick! Frederick, is this gold?
Run-of-the-mill quartz, Miss Catherine.
You got it. I'll stay on a bit.
Must be something here for a bloke to offer such a big quid.
Yeah, must be something.
Why would Booth try kill you.
Well, I don't think it was him, mate. Maybe, maybe someone thought I was him.
Heard he had some quarter. Well, I'll just wait till sunset.
- Take Conrad with to town, will ya? - As long as he keeps his distance.
- Where are you goin'? - I am going back to Old George's.
The girl has a hat.
Very good, Ruby!
I saw the prettiest hat in Mr Wrenchall's traveling wagon.
Here! I'm hoping somebody might buy it for me.
I can't tell you who, but he is very powerful man.
It's very pretty. Now let's get back to the book.
It must be wonderful to have your own house.
- You're so lucky! - It's not mine really.
I'd want one of those low picket fences, children of course.
I think he'd like children. He'd be a good father.
Stern, but kinder than you'd think for superintendent.
Captain Gunpowder.
Oh, Jack! I have no doubt that if a man dies in scenery so...
be cast down upon the river bank to look for nuggets.
Prospecting?
Never thought I's see the day.
Yeah, since we seen Fuller Dandy I gets to thinking, Jack. It's gonna be gold.
I mean, why else would that shifty bloke offer Miss Catherine 60 quid.
Catherine? You saying Catherine owns this land?
George left the place to Catherine and the school.
She is the boss here now.
- Who else knows about that, Captain? - Everyone.
Think about it. People have been killing for this land.
Jack! I'm as stupid as I look.
Well, that is enough for today, I think.
Ruby!
You're doing very well.
I'm so proud of you.
I wanna be the best person I can be.
Miss. Catherine!
Jack, Jack!
Bell?
- Bell... - No, no. It was...it...we just found her.
- Murderers! - No! - Murderers!
- Go, go, hurry! - Murderer!
Police!
Murderer!
Murderers!
- No, you listen to me! - No ma'am, you can't go in there.
- Mary, no! - No, I have to.
I don't think it's a good idea.
She must have come back in to fetch a book.
- Get them out of here, Tom! - Stay out of here, ladies.
And where were you?
And Mr Harper the lawyer wanted to sign some pap...
God!
You may take the body now Mr Reardon.
Bury her in a pauper's grave.
Mr Reardon. You'll bury her in a good plot by the willows.
In your best casket.
Send me your account.
You know, if you'd given me Jack Keenan
she'd be still alive, Mary.
In consideration of the evidence
the magistrate has declared Jack Keenan and his gang outlaws.
This means that they can be shot on sight.
But, any member of the gang alive or dead
there is a reward of 40 pounds.
Now, I know that many of you have in the past supported these criminals.
But know that you can see their true nature.
I would ask you
and expect you to help me bring them to justice.
Scones for the superintendent.
Particularly attractive cleaning ladies we employ here.
What exactly are you looking for?
Ruby saw what was in here.
That's why you killed her.
Go ahead.
That's Gloria.
She conjected typhus.
3 months after we were married, I buried her.
She looks a lot like you don't you think?
This is not a game for women.
Be careful, Emilia.
How much further to Booth's camp?
Ah, it's about a mile away.
She said the bend in this river.
Afternoon, Dan.
- See, it's not real funny, Sid. - Don't meant to be, Dan.
- You reach for your gun, and I'll shoot. - That's not...
...reasonable.
Mrs Wiley.
- Very sorry to hear about Cec. - If he owed you money, you're out of luck.
He left me none.
He didn't owe me money.
In fact I was hoping a...might be able to get me some information actually.
Do you think it's possible that...that Francis Fuller might have killed your husband?
Cec said he had something for he'd kill for.
Thought it was insurance. Cec always was dumb.
What kind of insurance?
You'll be safer without it.
I can't read.
My husband wasn't much of a man.
But he was all I had.
How much to let us go?
- You have to pay more than 80 quid. - I'll pay you a 100.
I'll have you know, my name's not actually Dan Sinclair.
It's William Jameson.
I'm a son of an earl.
And I'll be a son of an ass if I believe that.
- Did you have a pony growing up? - Of course I did.
- And a wet nurse. - Two wet nurses?
Let's knock it off Dan!
Stay, stay, stay!
Must be Jack.
He is not that good of a shot.
- Hold, hold, hold...gimme, gimme. - Easy, easy!
We gonna need to get out of here. We need to go that way.
On the count of three, you ready?
One...two...three!
Get on the horse mate!
Come on!
Damn it!
Conrad will pay with his life for something Fuller did.
But you didn't find anything.
He must've already moved whatever it was.
Ruby was hinting to me today that
she hoped he'd marry her.
- Poor Ruby. - If even so, I can't entertain that superintendent Fuller would...
perhaps that was a picture of his dead wife.
Maybe stumbled upon and she wasn't meant to.
And 60 pounds for that farm?
Frederick told there was gold in creek.
We didn't find anything.
What about the railway?
Could I...see the papers on George's property?
Would you have known if there'd be a line in the school?
Yes, but um...
Mr. Harper wanted me to sign some papers
so I left...
You think I was the target?
In the event of the death of the appointed executor,
that's you, prize should disburse one of the estate.
The commissioner of crown lands will become the executor.
Who is the commissioner of crown lands?
Father!
Some people think Catherine was the target.
Because of the land she inherited.
A man offered her 60 pounds.
That worthless piece of swamp?
More money than sense she should take it.
But if the railway went through it then the land would be worth...
a lot more.
But I decide where the railway goes.
Yes.
No one else have seen this.
Hopetoun.
Port Moore, little tree hill.
The railway goes through here.
George Jenkins' farm is down here. Nowhere near.
Here's the surveyor's notes if you don't believe me.
Of course, I do. I love you!
And I love you.
I know you believe Conrad to be some sort of criminal, but...
he didn't do this.
And nor did his friends. I think they were there to protect Catherine.
I'm certain, that superintendent Fuller killed Ruby.
This might surprise you, but...
I share your misgivings about that man.
Telling ya,
it's the proof that Fife is after.
The note says he wants Butler to get rid of old George.
- This changes everything. - I'm telling ya, Fife will listen, Dan.
Well they're murderers, Jack.
Before you feel the blood on your hands
over Ruby's corpse.
You're right, Jack.
I think it's about time to start looking at a new life fellas.
We are outlaws now, we need to get out of here.
- Where? - Shout America, I don't know.
New Zealand, it's no snakes.
Hopetoun is dead to us.
Jack?
We're done.
Who gonna ask Miss Catherine to come with us?
You back in town, you luckily get yourself killed.
Gotta ask.
We're gonna need some cash.
Prop the traps see Captain is in the house.
I go back to the shack. Dig up the stash.
It's not gonna be nearly enough, mate.
You might have to get the word out of Booth,
trying to collect that coin.
I'll go.
Ruby never hurt anybody.
Mick,
you're right.
I think we can be good for each other.
You saying what I think you saying?
Yes.
I will marry you.
Are you're mad?!
They find you here, you'll swing.
You know I didn't kill Ruby.
I'll prove that Fuller is behind it.
Mick can help.
I don't trust Mick as far as I can throw him.
I'm marrying him, Jack.
- You don't love him. - You're wrong.
I need you to do me a favor.
I need you to get a message to Booth.
And tell that him Jameson will be at the same place at 2 o'clock.
It's the last thing I ask of you.
I'll tell him.
If they catch me...
the last word on my lips will be your name.
- Mr. Booth? - Good afternoon!
- Finally we meet again. - Sorry about last time.
I stopped to photograph the local fauna.
And me watch stopped.
Must've been your lucky day. I reckon someone was out to bushwach you.
Oh, bullet hole in me teapot?
I thought you might've done that.
Me? I never damage silverware, mate.
Oh, it's a dangerous place out here!
Oh, this is my friend.
Norman.
How do you do, friend?
I've got the required paperwork here, your signature please.
She carry a gun Mr. Booth?
Tried to get you once, they might try again.
I do.
Who crosses this? You can drop your weapon, Norman.
Get of your horse, and get on your knees, son.
- Put your hands on your head. - Whatcha doing Booth?
- Must be some kind of mistake. - No mistake.
Pictures says a perfect match.
You are William Jameson.
And I'm here to kill you.
Who is this lad?
Ah, that is Miss Catherine's mare.
I think we're all right.
Yeah, I told ya.
Ah, Miss Catherine. I was just coming to see you.
I'm sorry.
- Hold! - Drop your weapon!
On your knees!
Now!
They say, this way you'd get a fair trial.
Otherwise you'd just be hunted down, and shot.
We're outlaws Miss Catherine. They don't need a trial.
He knows that.
He is quite correct.
It's all right Miss Catherine. It's all right.
Shackles!
Were are Keenan and Sinclair?
You can kill me, like you killed Old George.
No! No, no!
No! You promised me! Put the gun down!
Put the gun away!
Go to hell.
- You promised! You got a promise me! - After you.
Put it away!
Please! Please!
Please. Put it away.
I think I know where they are.
I found a stack of these in the shack.
Now why would that be?
Look.
This man could be Sinclair's brother, don't you think?
You tell me, genius.
I'm having this lawyer fella tracked down even as we speak.
When I find him...
I'm gonna find them.
Get them in the back of the wagon.
It's a con.
The whole thing is a con, you got the wrong man this is Dan Sinclair, it's not William Jameson.
Then he won't have a scar on his skull.
When the foil caught you, when you were thirteen, touché.
I'm sorry sir, but it seems the con is on you.
Dan, son of the law.
I know.
My father kicked me outta home when I was nineteen.
Little problem with the vicar's wife.
All these years we were riding together...
You never said it, you didn't tell me.
Ah, what difference does it gonna make, Jack?
I came here to start new life, mate.
I'm Dan Sinclair now.
Or I was.
- What're you doing? - My triumph requires a post modern photograph as evidence.
Then he finally decided that he wants me dead, has he?
I beg your pardon, sir?
- My father. - Oh, not your father sir, no.
The angels spirited his soul away last october.
Really?
- Well, who is it then? - I'm sorry sir, professional discretion.
Can you at least tell me, how much I'm worth?
50 pounds plus expenses.
Hey, I'll give you 100 if you let us go.
And then you...you take your photo... and then...
I just pretend that I'm dead.
Look.
See? And then you collect the fee of both parties.
That's a hundred and fifty quid all up.
Hundred and fifty, you'd never have to work again.
But I rather enjoy my work.
In fact I booked for the Americas next.
A job twice for your work.
Would you like to go before or after this gentlemen?
Come on, then.
Just make it quick.
Jack.
Dan.
Put your weapon down, sir!
I'll give you my word.
You'll get the reward: 80 pounds, two of them.
Excuse me.
He didn't do it!
Tommy.
Your reward Mr Booth as promised.
They will be hanged, sunrise.
- That's definite? - Absolutely.
Would you be so kind as to send a post mortem photograph to this address?
That'd be my pleasure.
- Do you mind? - Of course.
Goodbye, sir.
I've been riding with a real life lord.
Earl, actually.
An earl.
Don't take your eyes off them, Scanlon.
Should've left town when you had the chance, Jack.
Should have done a lot of things, Mick.
I got this from Cec Wiley's widow.
It's proof that Fuller is behind it all.
Make sure you get it to Fife.
He spoke to the wife, she confirmed what Keenan said.
There is no signature of course.
No need.
I recognise the handwriting.
Arrest the superintendent.
You have your orders
Lieutenant.
And Keenan's gang, sir?
The sentence has already been passed.
But they're innocent that was proved in that note.
It's proof that Fuller ordered Butler to deal with George Jenkins, that's all.
It's a completely separate case, I mean...
- Sir. - Scanlon, you may go.
You can overturn it, father, you can.
Emilia, the vital evidence is too strong. They were covered in blood, the body was still warm.
No. I have told you Fuller killed her. He was seeing her.
So are half the men in Hopetoun, Emilia. It's an open-and-shut case,
the magistrate will not change his mind.
No, they're having a hang at sunrise unless you do something.
There is nothing I can do. I'm sorry.
Fife has ordered me to arrest you. You're gonna be sent to Goulburn tomorrow.
Arrest me?
I have my orders, sir.
And what did Fife offer you? Captain?
- Only lieutenant? - Spoke to the widow, she's sworn on a Bible you payed Wiley.
- For information. - Note doesn't lie!
I was right about you, Scanlon.
And I was always wrong about you, sir.
Arrest him! Stop him!
Make way!
No! No!
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