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(bright music)

(Beauty whinnies)

(rumbling in distance)

- What was that?

- I don't know.

(rumbling in distance)

Thunder?

- [Vicky] He's trembling.

- Maybe it was an earthquake.

- Don't be silly.

Earthquakes happen in Turkey and Japan and

places like that.

(rumbling in distance)

(Beauty neighs)

(dramatic music)

(birds chirping)

- Good afternoon to you.

- Good afternoon.

- Could you tell us the way to the village, miss?

We've been lost this last couple of hours.

- Wandering in circles,

(tuts) with a terrible thirst upon us.

- We live quite near here if you want a drink of water.

- Ah, that's very kind of you.

Very kind indeed.

But, er, water?

Well, I was once told never to touch it.

- So what do you drink instead?

- Well, a kind of medicine

- I expect my father has some.

He's a doctor.

- (laughs) Well, I don't think we'll bother him

just the same.

Ah, we can get plenty of it in the village.

- At the, erm, Red Lion?

- Oh! - Oh!

(both laughing)

Bless you, miss. (laughs)

There's no fooling you, is there, huh?

(rumbling in distance)

(Beauty neighs)

- There, there, me old son.

Is it the blasting that's frightening you?

- Blasting?

- Yeah, from the new railway line.

- What do you call him?

- Black Beauty.

- Black Beauty, huh?

- You'll get to the village if you go that way

and second turn on the right.

- Ah.

Thank you, miss.

- Goodbye.

- Bye-bye. - Goodbye.

- [Vicky] Come on, Beauty.

- Black Beauty, huh?

Now, how would a country doctor

come to own a sweet thoroughbred like that?

(blasting rumbles)

(dramatic music)

- Good heavens!

(knocks on door)

Er-- - 'Round the back.

- I beg your pardon?

- The doctor's 'round the back.

- Yes, but I just--

- You'll have to wait your turn with the rest.

(hooves clopping)

(bell dings)

- I won't be a moment.

Henry!

Henry Bullivant!

- (laughing) Hello, James.

- What?

- Oh.

- Oh, erm, you're supposed to be

building bridges in Australia.

- Ah, New Zealand!

But that was six and a half years ago.

- (laughs) Sit down.

How on earth did you know I was here?

- Oh, I didn't.

Simply paying a visit to the local doctor.

I had no idea it was you.

- How extraordinary!

It's good to see you again, Henry, it really is.

What are you doing here?

- Building a branch line to the new factories

the other side of Mann Hill.

(lively music)

- And what if there's a big brute of a dog over there,

just waiting to rip us to pieces?

- What are you doing making problems, Michael Sullivan,

letting your cowardly imagination run away with you.

- No, Jim, no.

No, I've got a feeling

that we are heading for trouble.

- Look, I am fed up of digging and I'm fed up of working!

There's breeding in every muscle of that animal.

That one is an Irish thoroughbred,

so what right have they to have him?

- But what are we going to do with him?

- There you go again.

"What are we going to do with him?"

Make a fortune with him, of course!

- Crazy.

- Look, you'll see.

That horse will be the making of us.

The making of us!

(lively music)

- Henry.

- Mm!

Thank you very much.

(drink pouring)

Gunpowder, dynamites, gelignites, nitroglycerin.

- More cake?

- Eh?

Oh, thank you, Miss Winthrop.

We used gunpowder this afternoon,

what we call a low explosive, safer than the others.

- Sounds dangerous enough to me.

- Oh, safe as houses if you know what you're doing.

- But why use explosions at all, Mr. Bullivant?

- Well, in these modern times, Vicky,

people want things done in a hurry.

- More's the pity.

- I'd love to see a big explosion.

- Oh, well, unfortunately we shan't be doing

any more blasting.

- Well, that'll please Beauty.

He hated it.

- Oh, horses get used to it.

Do you know, James, that hill, erm, Mann Hill.

Now, if we run a cutting right through there,

we drop the line by about four miles.

But my lords and masters in the Great Western Railway

seem to be against it.

(lively music)

Oh, er, don't forget tomorrow if you want to see

track being laid, Kevin.

- Don't worry, he'll be ready.

- Bye, Vicky.

- [Vicky] Bye.

(birds chirping)

- Right, now listen.

We go down to the pub and stay there till it's dark,

then take a nice, quiet stroll back up here

and collect our horse.

- And what if our horse won't come?

- What if, what if, what if!

You're full of what ifs.

Of course he'll come.

And I know exactly where to hide him.

(Miss Winthrop playing piano)

(dramatic music)

Easy, boy.

(Beauty snorts and whinnies)

- Whoa, whoa!

Go on, go on.

(Beauty whinnies)

(Miss Winthrop playing piano)

- Did you hear that?

- Hm?

- It was Beauty.

(page rustles)

- I didn't hear anything.

- I'm sure it was.

Those bangs have upset him.

- Don't fuss, Vicky.

(Miss Winthrop playing piano)

- There you are, me old son.

That should keep you quiet for a while.

- I'd better go and calm him.

- I'll come, too.

- [James] Sit down.

- [Vicky] But Father--

- Both of you.

- Oh, all right.

(Miss Winthrop playing piano)

(tense music)

- That a boy.

That a boy.

How are you doing, Michael?

- He nearly wa"ed on me fingers.

(Beauty nickers)

(tense music)

Will you be able to manage him?

- Manage him?

- Yeah.

- The greatest trainer in the west of Ireland

could make a wild Arab stallion eat outta me hand.

Come on.

There's a fortune waiting for the three of us.

Come on. (clicks tongue)

(Miss Winthrop playing piano)

(Beauty nickers)

(dramatic music)

Come on, come on.

- Do you know what this is, Jimmy O'Toole?

This is stealing.

- Indeed it is, Mikey.

Indeed it is.

Come on. (clicks tongue)

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- Sure, I didn't know that you found a place like this.

- Didn't I need somewhere to rest me-self

when the digging got too much for me delicate constitution?

- Ah, nobody'll recognise him now, will they?

- Not when I've finished disguising him.

Here.

Give me that knife there.

- What for?

- [Jim] What for?

To trim his tail, of course.

- It's gone!

- What do you mean it's gone?

Where's it gone?

- I left it behind me in the stable.

What if they find it?

- Oh, what if! (growls)

Well, what if they do?

A knife like that could belong to anybody.

- Not with Michael Sullivan written on the handle.

(Jim shouts)

(lively music)

The door!

Do you want him to get away?

(lively music)

- Hey, wait for us, Jim!

Can't climb up there, Jim!

- Why are you always dragging behind?

Come on!

Climb here, you bastard!

(lively music)

(chickens clucking)

- Vicky!

Have you laid the breakfast table?

- Isn't it Kevin's turn?

- You know it isn't!

(chickens clucking)

(dramatic music)

- Ah!

(playful music)

- Oh, Vicky!

- Mm?

- Mr. Bullivant is late.

Would you saddle Black Beauty for me, please?

- Yes, Father.

- And you can take him for a canter up the road if you like.

But don't be long!

- [Vicky] We won't!

(chicken clucking)

- Maybe you dropped it somewhere else.

- I can't hear a word you're saying.

- [Jim] Maybe you dropped it somewhere else.

- We've got to make sure.

(dramatic music)

- [Jim] What's the matter with you?

(egg cracks)

(dramatic music)

(Vicky claps hands)

- The door's open.

(dramatic music)

He's broken out!

I said he was upset!

- Let's have a look in the paddock.

(knife clatters)

Vicky!

Do you recognise it?

Those men we met yesterday,

one of them had a knife like this.

See?

M. Sullivan.

- [Vicky] They can't have stolen Beauty.

- They must have.

- The stable door was shut before breakfast.

- Then they've only just taken him.

- Yes, but which way?

- They're working on the new line.

They've lots of horses down there.

They'll hide him among the others.

(dramatic music)

- What are we going to do?

Think man, think!

- Will you stop your blooming blathering

when I'm trying to think?

(thrilling music)

- The making of us, you said!

It's more like the finishing of us!

Ow!

(Jim gasps)

- The boss himself!

- The boss himself!

- Oh, er, by the way, marvellous news!

Heard from the board last night.

They've changed their minds about Mann Hill.

- Oh, so you will be blasting over there after all?

- Yeah, the charges are being set now.

- Mann Hill?

- That's where the horse is.

(tense music)

Get down!

- Vicky, Kevin!

They're not back yet.

(thrilling music)

Oh, that really is too bad of them.

I told them not to be long.

- Well, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer, James.

- Oh, don't you worry, Henry.

It's not your fault.

- A pity Kevin'll miss the fireworks, though.

- Well, serves him right.

- We can't leave him there.

He'll be killed.

- What can we do about it?

The doctor's going to wait there for the kids.

Until he goes, we're stuck!

Then we'll have to tell him.

- Are you mad?

It'd mean jail for the two of us!

- So where's your love for that beautiful animal

gone to now, huh?

Flown away with all your little dreams of glory?

Mister!

(lively music)

Er, mister, er...

(lively music)

- You can't go no further.

- But our horse has been stolen!

- I'm sorry, miss, they're blasting up Mann Hill.

- Blasting?

They can't be.

- Oh, can't they?

Well, you'd better ask the guv'nor then.

- Mr. Bullivant!

- And if them charges go off before we get to the hut,

there's no hope for him.

- You must show me where it is!

Come on!

(tense music)

(birds chirping)

- All ready, sir.

The charges are in position.

We're just laying the fuses.

- Her father's horse has been stolen.

It looks as though two of our men did it.

- Our men?

I don't believe it.

- One of them's called Sullivan.

- Well, I've posted men since early morning,

warning people to keep clear.

One of them might've seen something.

But it's certain your horse won't be

anywhere near Mann Hill.

(tense music)

- Ah!

(dramatic music)

- Is he bad?

- Yes.

He hit his head.

I can't leave him.

- Light the fuses.

(tense music)

- Stop!

- There's a horse down there!

- You can't go down there!

(punch thuds)

Oh!

(fuse sizzling)

(suspenseful music)

- Here, Kevin, have a look.

(suspenseful music)

What's that fool doing there?

- Vicky!

- Get out of it, man!

(suspenseful music)

- He just disappeared.

- The old hut!

- Beauty!

- Here, come back!

Hold this!

(suspenseful music)

- That a boy.

That a boy, come on.

(Beauty snorting)

(tense music)

(fuse sizzling)

- Stop, you children!

Hold it!

Hold it!

Down!

(explosion blasts)

Quick, over there!

(suspenseful music)

(Beauty neighing nearby)

- He's alive!

- Get down under cover!

(Beauty neighing)

- But he's alive!

- Any second now there's going to be another explosion.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa, whoa.

Whoa.

(Beauty neighing)

Whoa.

Steady, steady.

- Vicky!

Come here!

(suspenseful music)

- Beauty!

(suspenseful music)

- Get down!

(explosion blasts)

(rubble clattering)

(blast rumbling)

(dramatic music)

(Vicky coughing)

(Beauty whinnying)

- Beauty!

(dramatic music)

- I wish I'd broken me neck when I fell, Doctor.

- Your wishing yourself dead won't bring my horse back.

- Now, it was Jim, y'know, he's...

He's a country boy, sir, he's a bit wild.

He fell for the,

the grace and the beauty of that lovely animal.

We both had such marvellous dreams

that he was going to be the making of us.

- [Vicky] Father!

- Vicky!

Henry.

Kevin. (laughs)

Oh, Beauty.

(Beauty nickers)

- Well, James, what are we going to do

about these two villains?

- Well, there's no point in sending them to prison.

They'd only be breaking stones there instead of here.

Besides, in a way I've got a feeling that

Beauty has been the making of you.

At least, I hope he has.

- Oh, yes, sir.

Yes, sir, he has.

(lively music)

(dramatic music)