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(horn blowing)

- Well, that's another night's work done with, Billy boy.

I shan't need no rocking to sleep.

- Look Alf, it's Barney.

Barney, go away!

Barney!

Hello, Barney.

Here, do you want some carrot?

He loves a bit of carrot, you know.

- You don't say?

- He works with me down in the pit.

I load the truck and he pulls it.

We work together, don't we Barney?

- Not anymore you don't.

Come on!

Come on! - No, no!

No please, don't hit him!

Don't hit him!

You don't have to!

Don't!

- You want a dose of the same medicine?

- You say something, mister?

- I was only joking.

No offence.

- All right, then.

What were you doing to that pony?

- I bought it fair and square.

He's finished here?

- Finished?

- According to the manager.

Getting too old for the work, he says.

- Well, where are you gonna take him?

- Well go on.

Tell him.

- [Man] He's going where they all go

when they're done for, boy.

(clicking)

(cheerful theme music)

(light and airy music)

- Beauty!

Beauty!

Come on.

There.

Good morning.

Listen, I've got to go into the village.

Want to come?

(suspenseful music)

(horse snorting)

What is the matter, Beauty?

It's only a pit pony.

(horse snorting)

Oh, Beauty!

What are you doing?

Stop it!

(horse neighing)

- Don't try and stop me, miss.

Nobody's gonna hurt that pony.

- Why should they?

- He's taking him to be slaughtered.

- Slaughtered?

Well,

you won't save him by standing there, will you?

(slow music)

(glass shattering)

- Come on, old chuck.

- There.

This ought to hide him.

- Will he be all right here til Sunday?

- Why Sunday?

- I can come for him them.

Take him over the marsh to my uncle at Fingleton.

He'll look after him.

- Pity my brother's away.

We could have taken it in turns to stand guard.

- Come!

- Is he always so nervous?

- It's just that he's not used to light.

He's used to working underground in pitch darkness.

- Are you always so dirty?

- It's not dirt.

It's coal from the mine.

I'll come for you on Sunday, Barney.

Thanks a lot, miss.

I mean, for helping and all that.

- Don't keep calling me miss.

For goodness sake.

My name's Victoria.

My friends call me Vicky.

Wait.

We ought to have a signal.

If I need you, if anything goes wrong,

I'll light a fire on Piblock Hill.

A sort of beacon.

- Piblock Hill, I'll keep watching.

- Billy.

Sorry what I said about, you know.

I didn't mean it.

- I know you didn't.

- I mean this though, truly.

I think you're very brave.

- Well then, my little beauty.

In a minute you'll get a nice set of eyes.

Likes the taste of that, he do.

- We're not here to ta" about your ferrets.

- No.

All right, that's right.

Here, here, no, no, steady now, old fellow.

You don't wanna overdo it now, do we?

- Who's got my pony?

(horse neighing)

There you are. (horse neighing)

Come on, get out of here!

(horse neighing)

Come on!

Come on!

(horse snorting)

Come on!

(horse neighing)

Come on, lad.

Get out of the way.

(horse neighing) (dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing)

(slow music)

- Now, before we see the doctor

you don't want to change your mind?

- What for?

- Dr. Gordon's a highly respectable gentleman.

To accuse him or his family is a very serious matter.

- His kid has got my pony.

I've seen it with my own eyes.

- All right.

(bell ringing)

Now remember, you started this.

- Who is it?

Oh, it's you.

What do you want?

I'm busy, spring cleaning.

- Is the doctor home, Miss Winthrop?

- Why, who's ill?

Is he ill?

- [Officer] Yeah, no, it isn't that ma'am.

- He looks ill.

- Yeah, I'm afraid it's an official matter, ma'am

I must see the doctor.

- Will you never let him have a moment to himself?

You'll find him round the back.

- Good afternoon, doctor sir.

Miss Winthrop said we might find you here.

- Afternoon, Mr. Dickins.

I shan't keep you a moment.

Vicky found him in a trap.

His leg is badly smashed down.

- They're only pests settle.

- What?

- Rabbits.

It wants putting down, not mended.

Pests.

- Well they feel pain.

They bleed, just like you and I might do.

Well now Mr. Dickins,

what can I do for you?

(girl humming)

- Who am I telling in the field behind this house.

And I was attacked by your horse!

And he chased me clear across the valley,

and I fell flat on my face, didn't I?

- Where are you going? (dramatic music)

Vicky, whatever's gotten into you?

- Beauty.

Barney?

(slow music)

(horse neighing) - Vicky!

- Beauty, where are you?

(horse neighing)

Beauty!

You are a clever boy.

- Vicky!

Where did you get him?

- Please, do you realise the life of this,

this poor little pony is in your hands?

- My hands?

What are you talking about, child?

Whose is he?

- He belongs to a friend of mine.

His uncle lives at Fingleton.

Please don't tell father.

You see, everyone wants to kill him.

- Kill him?

Kill who?

- Why Barney, of course.

- Well, don't be late for supper.

(fire crackling) (slow music)

- Oh Barney.

Perhaps he didn't see the beacon.

Oh.

It was a silly idea anyway.

- Vicky.

Came as fast as I could.

- They're all down at the house.

Thousands of policemen.

We've got to get Barney to your uncle tonight.

- Fingleton's the other side of the marsh.

It's getting late.

- Come on, Billy.

- Not at night.

Not with all those marshes.

- Well, if we hurry, we can make it before dark.

(slow music)

(metal clanging)

- Vicky!

Vicky!

(suspenseful music)

Oh doctor, thank heavens you're here.

- Why, what's the matter, Amy?

- It's Vicky.

I don't know what to do.

I suppose it's all my fault.

I should have known when she mentioned Fingleton.

- Fingleton, what are you talking about?

- It's Vicky, she's on the moor.

- All right, tell me all about it then.

- Well--

- Now quickly and calmly.

(suspenseful music)

- Come on.

Come on, Beauty.

Something's wrong.

Billy.

We've missed the track.

- Is Mr. Dickins here?

Ah, there you are.

I need your help.

Vicky's out on the moor trying to get to Fingleton

with a pony.

We must organize a search quickly.

- Very good, sir.

- It's that boy who's at the back of it.

I promise you one thing.

When I get him, I'm gonna do for him.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- Wait, I think I see the track.

Hold Beauty a moment.

- Be careful.

Careful, Vicky!

(gasping) (dramatic music)

- Billy!

Billy! (horse neighing)

Billy!

- Don't move, Vicky.

I gonna get help.

Don't struggle.

(Vicky gasping)

- [Vicky] I can't reach it.

- Come on!

(Vicky groaning)

- Go, go, go, back, go.

- Pull, pull Beauty!

- Come on, Beauty, come on.

Hold on Vicky.

We're getting help.

- Billy, give me your hand.

(Vicky panting)

- Are you always so dirty?

(Vicky crying)

- Vicky!

- Come on.

Here.

Keep yourself warm with this.

- What are we going to do?

- Barney!

- Barney?

- I should have thought of it before.

Well, he'll take us through

He's worked in pitch blackness all his life.

Haven't you, Barney?

- Vicky!

- Come on, boy.

Come on, Beauty, come on.

Come on, Vicky.

Come on, Barney.

He'll show us through, won't you, Barney?

- Vicky!

- Whoa, Barney.

We're on the track!

You did it, Barney, you did it!

I knew you would.

You did it!

Good boy, Barney.

He did it.

Were' on the track, I knew he would!

We did it!

- [Man] Vicky! - Listen!

It's my father.

- Vicky!.

- No!

- But they're looking for us.

We're safe!

Father!

Father!

Here!

- Vicky, stay where you are.

We're coming!

- Come on, Barney.

No one's gonna get you.

Come on!

- No!

Father will help, I promise!

- [Billy] Come on, Barney, come on.

- Billy!

- Vicky! (dramatic music)

Thank heavens you're safe.

It's all right now.

- Run, Barney, run!

- This terrible shocking lad!

It's not gonna help you now!

Come on, you! (intensifying music)

I'm going to crush you.

- Leave that lad alone!

- All right, constable.

I've caught him for you.

The law can take care of you now, lad.

- Leave him alone.

It's not fair.

I'm just as much to blame.

If you take him, you'll have to take me too.

(slow music)

- Yes, I've no doubt you acted with the best of intentions.

But what you must remember, young man,

is that you broke the law.

You stole another man's property.

- But it wasn't like that at all.

Barney worked with Billy.

Why can't you help us, father?

- As for you, young lady,

you aided and abetted the theft of a horse.

Now that's a serious offence.

- Good morning, Dr. Gordon.

- Ah, good morning, Mr. Dickins.

Just a moment, Mr. Oates.

I'll buy that pony from you.

- Buy? - Yes.

I'll give you, let's see...

Two sovereigns for.

- Two sovereigns.

That's what I paid for it myself.

I can get five down the yard.

And that lad there needs a good thrashing.

- Ah, that reminds me.

I seem to recall a case of assault and battery

on the moor last night.

You were a witness to it, doctor, weren't you?

- Uh, yes, yes indeed I was.

- But he stole my pony.

I paid good money for the pony.

- That's all a question of approach, Mr. Oates.

Of course if Billy here decides not to press the charge--

- No, not so long as Barney is in good hands.

- Now, my offer still holds.

(horse snorting)

(horse neighing)

(cheerful music)

- Beauty! - Barney!

Come on.

(cheerful theme music)