I can claim one genuine convict: Richard Welch. Transported for life in (I think) 1802, and none of this wimpy stealing-a-loaf-of-bread nonsense. The charges:
Firing a pistol at Mr J. Dennis with intent to kill him.
Firing a pistol at Mr J. Dennis with intent to disable him.
Firing a pistol at Mr J. Dennis with intent to do him actual bodily harm.
Merely firing a pistol at Mr J. Dennis.
Being in unlawful possession of a firearm.
Burglary in the house of Mr J. Dennis.
(My favourite: )
Being in the High street, with his face blackened, and being otherwise disguised against the statute.
The phrase "threw the book at him" comes to mind. Also, given that this was in Ireland, the phrase "You land-owning English bastard" might also fit in somewhere, but we don't know the complete details.
He was found guilty of the first four charges, judgment being reserved on the remaining three.
He was originally sentenced to be hanged, but this was commuted to transportation for life, and eventually he was paroled on condition he remain Down Under.
Five generations later his offspring was a lord mayor of a council in Sydney.