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Little boy, open your eyes

You'll be surprised
How fun life can be

And from the wind
and roaring sea

And let your heart
run wild and free

Dreams are lost
when you stand still

So don't wait
until the Utah calls

Live your life
and you'll have dreams

Dream your...

Little boy,
when you are small

The world is all a big mystery

Don't hide away
Find time to play

Then everyday
Run wild, run free

Like the wind
and the roaring sea

Just let your hopes
run wild and free

Wild and free

Philip?

Philip.

Philip.

Oh, thank God! Is he all right?
Where did you find him?

- Yes, he was down there.
- What's wrong with him?

Come on. It's all right.

There we are. Safe inside.

Philip!

Philip.

Come on. Come on, love.

Look,
it can't go on like this.

We have to send him away
or something.

There are schools
for children like that.

Like what?
There's nothing wrong with Philip.

He just needs a little bit of help,
that's all.

The doctor suggested one of these
child guidance counselors.

- Look, you can't... You can't cope.
- Of course I can cope. I'm his mother.

You can't send Philip
away from me.

He's got to stay. He needs me.

I'm not gonna lose Philip, no.
Not Philip.

Philip. Philip.

Come on now. We'll be late.

I want to love him
but I can't.

I can barely look at him
at times.

We're just there,
the three of us.

When he first came to the clinic,
I thought there was some improvement.

I think it was the chance
to be near other children.

That's changed.

Now he sulks
before every visit.

And he only goes through the motions
to please me.

I don't want that.

I want him to be happy.

I want him out of here,
doctor.

I want him out of here.

Philip?

Goodbye, Philip.

Come on, Philip.

Thank you.

Wait.

Phillip? Phillip?

Phillip. Phillip.

Phillip.

Hello, Philip.

Philip, what's the matter with you?
What did you do that for?

I'm not taking Philip
to the clinic any more.

What's that?

I said I'm not taking him
for any more treatment.

It's not doing any good.

- Just like that, eh?
- Just like that.

Beautiful, isn't he?

I've seen plenty of white ones.
I've never seen one with blue eyes.

They were blue, weren't they?

Philip.

If you're around this way tomorrow,
I've got something to show you.

Dinner's ready, Philip.
Wash your hands.

What is it?

What is it?

Philip?

What is it?

Tell me.

Try and tell me.

Say it.

Tell her, damn you! Tell her!

No. You don't have to say anything.
You don't have to say anything ever.

Hello, Philip.

Philip.

Now move in carefully.

Don't touch the nest.

Yes. I thought so.

You do see it.

Beautiful, isn't it?

Come on.

Mustn't frighten the mother bird out.

Philip.

Come along.

You know, Philip.

It's a wonderful thing
about the moors.

The whole place heaving and bursting
with new life in the spring

and yet, it's almost invisible.

Now look around.

What can you see?

You can't see anything, can you?

But it's there, just the same.

There. That's where it is.
There.

It's all out of sight.
Hidden away.

Under the rocks, by the heather.

The moor is alive, Philip.

It sleeps and breathes
and eats and drinks.

Sometimes it's serene
and peaceful.

Appears kindly towards us.

Other times,
it's angry and dangerous.

It can even kill us sometimes
if it takes a notion to.

And right down,
in the centre of the moor,

deep in the black peat,

there's a heart beating.

You can feel it sometimes.

Yes.

- Good evening, Mrs. Ransome.
- Good evening, Colonel.

Give your mother
a hand with that, Philip.

- Oh, no. That's all right. I got it.
- Go on.

- Did you have a good day, Colonel?
- Yes. Lovely, thanks.

Well, I'm glad.

Well, you have to excuse me.
I must be getting on.

Philip?

Philip!

Philip.

Philip.

Come, Philip.

He's home.

What?

James?

A colt.
That's all it was.

He's a beauty.
Now wash your hands.

Bless, O Lord, of these,
thy gifts to our use,

and ourselves to thy service.
Amen.

Morning, Mrs. Ransome.

If you're looking for Philip,
he's gone.

He got up early this morning.
Raced out of the house.

Missed his breakfast.

He's out there somewhere.

Well, I have this for him.

- Oh, you know about the colt.
- Yeah. You've seen him?

Beautiful, isn't he?

Remarkable!
What a remarkable boy, too.

He's got a feeling for all that.

You must be very proud of him.

Yes. Well, thank you.
I'll give this to him.

Mrs. Ransome.

Has Philip ever been able
to talk?

Well...

When he was three, we used to sing
nursery rhymes together

and he could tell you
the name of any animal or plant

if you pointed it out to him
in a book.

And then he began to stammer,

and by the time he was five,
he had stopped talking altogether.

So there's no real reason
why he shouldn't talk again.

I mean, there's no physical damage
or incapacity.

Not that we know of. Excuse me.

Philip? Philip? Philip!

Baby.

Baby.

Philip!

Hello, Philip.

Come on.

Let's get the coat around you.

You've got them all out there
looking for you. Yeah.

They'll be relieved
to know you're safe.

We better go home, yeah?

It's the colt, isn't it?

Mine...

I'll find him for you.

He can't have gone very far.

We'll both find him.
I promise you.

Let's go home.

- By the way, what do you call him?
- Philip.

Oh, your name, eh?

Well, that's splendid.

He's like you, isn't he?
Different from the others.

It's a funny thing,

him disappearing off the face
of the earth like that, isn't it, sir?

I searched everywhere since you told
me but I haven't set eyes on him.

You go on keeping
a lookout for him, Reg.

- I'll go on looking.
- Thank you.

She's beautiful.

- She's flown yet?
- Not yet.

I help you teach her one day.

Good. Good. Good.

- Good night, Reg.
- Good night.

- There you are. Good.
- Philip.

- Uncle Reg?
- Aye.

Why is it so important
that we find that white pony?

'Cause young Philip needs him.

But why does he need him?

Well, I hardly know, dear.

But it appears he missing him.
Missing him real bad.

I'm afraid it's gonna stay like this
for a fortnight.

Yes. Just the sort of weather
suits old Dewar.

You heard of old Hawkey Dewar,
haven't you, Philip?

Riding his big, black stallion.
Cloaked and black-hooded he is.

Hunting men's souls with his pack
of hell-hounds, yappin' at his heels.

And waiting for the lonely one,
man or beast,

stupid enough
to be out there on his own.

Enough of that, Reg.

You won't be finding that pony
for quite a while, you know, Colonel.

Yes, I know.

They come back
when it pleases them.

And sometimes not at all.

Good night, Philip.

He's not going out there tomorrow.

What's that?

I said he's not
going out there tomorrow.

What are you going to do?
Lock him in his room?

He's a bit too old for that.

- He's ill.
- He's always been ill.

- Not like this.
- What's so different about this?

He's always been the same
as far as I can remember.

Well, except I noticed a slight
improvement about a week ago.

When I came down for breakfast,
I said good morning to him

and, you know, for a moment
when he looked at me,

I really thought
he was glad to see me.

He shouldn't get
so attached to things.

They always get lost
or break like toys.

I don't want him hurt.
I want him home where he's safe.

But is he safe from us?

What about him?
What does he want?

If it's the moors,
let him have it.

If he wants that pony, fine. Fine.
I hope he finds it.

- Just leave him alone.
- I can't.

I want to help him.

I want to love him.

I want to talk to him.

Oh, yes, I want.

Does it make any difference
what I want?

- Hello, Reg. Come in.
- Good evening, Colonel. Thank you.

Diana asked me to bring this
little present for you and Philip.

Come on. You take it, Colonel.

That's it.

Diana says, "If he likes it,
he can keep it."

I was all for coming over
tomorrow morning, but she insisted.

She's lovely.

She's a good little girl,
this Diana.

Yeah.

Morning, Mrs. Ransome.
I'm a bit early.

Philip won't be coming
with you today, Colonel.

- Oh, I hope there's nothing...
- It's just that I want him home.

There will be no more animals.

You've seen what
that colt's done to him.

I've seen what the colt's
done for him.

You've been very kind, Colonel,
but the fact is he's ill.

He's not as ill as you think.

Mrs. Ransome, Philip can talk.

I know. He has spoken to me.

I don't believe you.

Philip, breakfast.

- What did he say?
- Nothing.

Philip?

Philip, what is it?

What do you want?

Quietly. We don't want
to frighten Lady, do we?

I know she's not the same as the colt,
but I want you to have her.

Go on, Philip.

Diana's giving her to you.

She's yours.

Here.
Put the glove on your left hand.

Come on. There. Take a piece loosely
an hold it up in front of her.

I'll show you what to do with it.

Next, hold your hand
just in front of her, like that.

She's busy. Here.

There. All right.

Now, I'll show you what to do
with the jesses and the leash.

The jesses go through there
like that,

swivelling the palm
of your hand,

between this finger here
around the back,

and the leash
goes around the little finger,

like this, here. Got it?

Now, we gotta teach her
to fly like a proper falcon.

Like the idea?

Good. Well, we start tomorrow.

Now, that's a bad habit, you see.

And we've gotta stop that
before it gets worse.

Now, Philip, stroke her again.

No. That's exactly
what you mustn't do.

See, she's discovered
that if she goes to bite you,

you'll stop stroking her.

Now, if you go on stroking her,
whatever she does,

she'll soon realize
that biting is no good

and she'll pack it up.

No, no, no, no.
No, it doesn't hurt.

It's only to get you in the...

You little...

All right, Philip.
Walk away about 15 yards.

You're a bit too anxious.
Come on, come on.

Excellent! Hardly any hesitation.
We'll fly her free tomorrow.

Lovely.

Would you like to take her out
on your own tomorrow?

Good. How's that? Bit cold?

Oh, she's doing beautifully, Philip.
Beautifully.

Philip!

You're hurting Lady!

Philip! Philip!

Philip! Philip, please!

Philip! Philip!

Philip!

Philip, no, the bird!

What the devil?

What the hell
have you been doing?

What the hell
have you been doing?

Look at her, boy! Look at her!

Come on, speak up.
What you're trying to say?

My pony.

To hell with your blasted pony!
Look at Lady!

You beast! You horrid beast!

Give her to me.

I hate you! I hate you!

Poor little peach.

I'm sorry I shouted at Philip.

- Aren't you?
- No. It'll do him good.

Come on. Let's go and find him.

If you don't mind, I'd appreciate
some sort of explanation.

- I shouted at him.
- Oh, but...

He behaved thoughtlessly
and I shouted at him.

It's an error we all seem prone to,
Mrs. Ransome.

Sometimes inadvertently,
we hurt the things we love.

Good night.

- What is it, Reg?
- I've seen him. I've seen him.

- Seen who?
- Well, the pony.

He's up there now.

Are you sure it's the one?

Well, I didn't get close enough
to see his eyes,

but like you said,
there's something about him.

I'll get my clothes.

Philip!

Philip, come and see
what we've got for you, my dear.

- We got him!
- We got him!

It's all right, Philip,
we got him.

We got him, Philip.

Mrs. Ransome! We got the laddy's
pony, Mrs. Ransome!

Philip! Philip, everything is
gonna be all right now. All right now.

Even Lady.
We'll fix all that up, too.

Philip! Wake up, Philip.
Wake up!

Come on, Reg.

- Oh, no. I don't wanna...
- Reg, we better get going.

We better get going.
Good night, Mrs. Ransome.

Give it up! Give it up!

We want him to come down
and identify the pony.

You know, we might've gotten
the wrong... Philip would know.

We might have got the wrong pony.

Good night, Mrs. Ransome!
Good night, Mr. Ransome.

Come on. Okay.

Good night, Mr. Ransome.
Good night then.

Hey, come on, come on.
Come on now.

Come on, come on.

Good night, Ransome.

Good night, Ransome.
All right. All right.

All right.

My peregrine used to wear that.

She was about the best flier
I ever had.

Her name was Sabier.

Sabier.

Friend of mine
gave her to me in Tunisia.

It's an Arab name.

Heads are smaller, you see?

What's that for?

You tie it
to a hunting falcon's legs.

You know, Philip,

a falcon's stoop is one of the most
beautiful things in the world.

She gets up high.
So high, you can hardly see her.

And when she spots her prey,
she folds her wings and...

Drops like a javelin.

A hundred miles an hour, they say,
is the speed of a peregrine's stoop.

Fantastic!

She's so fast,
your eyes can hardly follow her.

And the wind
screams through this bell.

Will Lady ever stoop?

She will stoop when she is ready,

but it won't be
quite such a spectacular performance.

We've got to mend her wing first,
haven't we?

Now, just make
two clean cuts.

It doesn't hurt.
It's just like cutting a fingernail.

That's one.

And this one here.

Two.

That's it. Hold her quietly.

Now, take the glue.

Take this one first.

All right? Now then...

And then, this one goes...

...in here, like this.

Oh. All right now.

All right, now. Now, the next one.
That's right. Hold her steady.

Make sure there's glue
right up there.

Right. Now, just hold him gently
till the glue dries.

And she'll be as good as new.

All right.

It's all right. So far so good.

Philip, just walk
very quietly towards her.

And you know how to do
the next bit.

Put your hand
underneath her tail.

And just put your gloved hand
underneath her.

Very, very gently,
press the back of her legs.

Very gently.

Underneath her tail.

Come on this side.

She's being awkward, isn't she?

Go ahead. Underneath the tail.

Now...

There we are.

Good.

That's right. Now, do the jesses,
swivel it in the hand,

through the fingers. That's right.
Keep your arm straight. That's right.

That'll be it. Now, one loop.
That's it.

Fine. Fine. Well done.

Now, take her out in the daylight.
Walk slowly.

Just wait there, all right?

All right. Take your time.
Get her up again. Get her up again.

Right.
Now, offer her a piece of meat.

Now watch her feathers.

Good. You've done it.

Come on.

Now don't let's have any of that.

After what she's been through,
you're lucky she allows you around.

They're wild and independent,
these hawks.

You don't wanna change that.

Lady.

- Good evening, Colonel.
- Good evening. Guinness.

Thank you.

- Hello, Mr. Ransome.
- Colonel.

- Drink?
- No. No, thank you.

It's amazing how young Philip has
improved with that kestrel in there.

Is anything wrong?

No, it's just that
I envy you, Colonel.

- He's very fond of you.
- Oh, it's...

It's very flattering. You know,
we have a lot in common. The moors.

Yeah. Yeah, the moors.

They mean more to him than his home,
his family, anything.

What is it, Colonel?
What's the secret?

- Of the moors?
- Of Philip.

You know, I've watched him.

I've seen him improving
and then he goes backwards.

But I've never managed
to get close to him.

I've tried sometimes,

but I just don't know how.

Mind you, I haven't got
the benefit of your leisure.

I can't be with him
every second of the day.

I hardly saw my father at all,
you know.

He was abroad on active service.

But I remember one Christmas
very vividly.

I was about eight years old.

He thought I was asleep but I...
I crept on top of the stairs.

And I saw him
standing downstairs in the hall,

in his uniform, putting up a handful
of presents around the Christmas tree.

He was so deliberate.

Putting one there and then one here

and moving them about again.

To make absolutely certain

that I'd be satisfied
when I came down.

Now, I have absolutely no recollection
what the presents were.

But from that moment on,

just by how much he cared,

without knowing I'd seen him,

I never doubted
how deeply he loved me.

And I never ceased to love him.

Colonel,
I'll do anything for my son.

I hope you understand that.

Of course I do.

Now how about that drink?

No. No, thank you. Good night.

Good morning, Philip.

Get out of the way, you silly horse.
Get out of the way! Morning, Colonel.

Get your hand here.
Gently. Steady. Steady.

Good afternoon.

No good trying to fly today, Philip.
We'll have a go tomorrow.

"The Owl and the Pussycat
went to sea

"In a beautiful pea-green boat

"They took some honey
and plenty of money

"Wrapped up in a five pound note"

You with me? Right.

"The Owl looked up
to the stars above

"And sang to a small..."

Hey. Pay attention. Pay attention.

"And sang to a small guitar

"O lovely Pussy!
O Pussy, my love

"What a somberlain kestrel you are
you are, you are

"What an unconscious kestrel you are
you are, you are'"

And you are going to stay awake.

And you are going to fly
to Philip tomorrow.

I hope.

Well, where were we?

"They sailed away
for a year and a day

"To the isle
where the Bong-tree grows

"And there in a wood
a Piggy-wig stood

"With a ring at the end of his nose
his nose, his nose

"With a ring
at the end of his nose"

Right.

In case you don't know it,
the object of this exercise

is to get you so punch-drunk,

you won't care
if you're run over by a truck.

Frankly, neither will I.

"And hand in hand
by the edge of the sand

"They danced
by the light of the moon"

You're free. Go on.

Come back.

You cheeky devil.

Oh, that was fantastic!

I knew you'd do it! Colonel!

Colonel! Did you see that?
She flew to Philip!

I knew she'd do it!
I just knew it!

Yeah.

Lady!

Lady!

Dear, Lady.
Yeah, I love you, Lady.

They can't hurt you any more.

It's all right now.

My Lady.
There, my lovely Lady.

Up.

Okay. Hang on, hang on. Good boy.
Up you come again.

That's right. Easy, easy. Well done.
Well done, Philip. Well done.

Now then. Easy. Easy.

All right, Philip.
Let's try it again.

Up. Up!

All right. That's it now.

Now we'll walk him forward.
Keep stroking him.

And if he gets nasty,
we'll give it a rest, aye?

Ready?

That's right. Keep stroking.

Gently. Gently. Gently.

Up.

You're like a sack of potatoes.

All right. Now, keep stroking.

Good boy. That's right.

Keep stroking.

Good boy. Good boy.

Attaboy!
All right now, walk on.

Sit up there.
Straighten your shoulders.

Right. Don't look down.
He won't go away.

Look up.
Look up right between his eyes.

Right. Right. Better.
Don't look down.

Look up.
Look around the shoulders.

That's better.

Right. Elbows to your side.
Elbows in.

Right. Sit up now.
Ready, turn, rut.

Sit up! Sit up!

Sit up straight. Hang on
Sit up straight. Sit up straight.

Sit up straight. Up, up, up!

Sit up. Sit up, sit up.
Don't look down. Look forward.

Straighten the shoulders.
Look straight ahead.

Around the legs. Around the legs.

Push for the tummy.
Push for the tummy.

Elbows into your side.
Elbows into your side.

That's better. Look up. Look up.
Push for the tummy.

Sit up. Look ahead.

Keep going now. That's fine.
Sit up now. Sit up now. That's it!

That's right. Keep him going.
That's it. Keep him going.

Elbows to the sides.

Oh, for the love of Mike!

Listen, Philip.

Are you really gonna ride
that animal?

Or are you gonna sit up there like
a dummy for the rest of your days?

Well?

Yes!

Yes! That's it! Sit into him!

Now you're riding!
You're actually riding that animal.

Give it up! Yes! Yes!

Hey, Philip!

You know, it was incredible,
the way he handled that colt!

It was just like part of him.

You know, I had a colt
when I was his age,

but I was terrified
of the damn thing.

Oh, you should have seen him, Ellen!
Sitting up there like a lord!

You should have seen him!

- Here.
- Where is he?

He should be back by now.

Have you ever been mazed, Reg?

Reg? I said,
have you ever been mazed?

Oh, aye.
And a nightmare it was, too.

I was haunted.

Like a ship with neither stars
nor land to steer by.

And then, cursed bog stretching up,
trying to suck me in.

Must have been the good Lord
come down and save me.

He bring his great hand down and he
pushed that devil mist out of the way.

And I was saved.

I was saved.

I got the land rover outside.
Let's get 'em home.

Hello, Colonel?
Ransome here.

Philip!

Philip!

Philip! Philip! Philip!

Philip! Philip!
Philip, you can't help him!

It's so silly. So silly!
They'll find him. I know they will.

Reg and the Colonel
and everybody.

Come on!

They'll find us.

They know we're lost
and they'll come looking for us.

Come on!

Come on!

Come.

Diana.

Diana.

All right, Reg.

We can't drive any further.

- How much daylight left?
- Not much.

Let's hope they have the sense
to stay put, wherever they are.

When I passed them,
they were riding up towards Bellevue.

Here.

Philip!

Philip?

Philip!

Philip!

Philip!

Got it.

All right. I've got it. Heave.

Over here.
I'll take it over here.

Another go.

It's almost like play.
That's it.

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave-ho!

Heave!

Heave!

Heave!

It's no good.

He won't budge.

James! James, get Philip!

- Philip! Philip!
- Hey, stop him!

- Philip!
- Stop him! Get back.

Come back!

No, you can't!

No! No, come back!

Philip!

Philip?

Wake up, Philip.

Philip, wake up.

Philip!

Philip, wake up!

Philip, wake up!

Don't die in there.
Listen to me, Philip.

You've got to help yourself,
please, Philip.

God! Get him out of here!

Come on, keep it going.
Keep him coming.

You've done it! Yes!
Help him! Pull!

Yes. Get up in there. Heave!
Heave! Move!

- He's coming out. He's coming.
- Move! Oh, boy!

Move!

Here.

Go on.

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