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(happy music)

(cattle lowing)

(bright music)

- You! You killed her!

(tense music)

You killed her!

(horse neighs)

- Hey no! Get away from him will you?

- Killed her! - [Kevin] Leave him alone.

- Killed her! - Come on, Beauty!

- [Ted] Killed her! - Come on!

(dramatic music)

(intense music)

(happy music)

- It's too high, Mr. Abbott.

Your blood pressure.

You'll have to take things easy.

- Rubbish. I'm a farmer.

I've got no time to be idle.

Just give me something to ease the pain.

- No, I'm afraid you must rest.

- Must is it?

Don't try and tell me what to do.

- I'm your doctor.

- And I'm paying you.

- Dr. Gemmel washed his hands of you

because you wouldn't listen to his advice.

But if you don't want these attacks to continue,

you'd better listen to me.

(horse neighing)

- [Vicky] He's bad tempered.

- [David] Yes.

- He's a bully.

He plays up because he knows you are frightened of him.

I'm sorry.

- No, it's true.

I am frightened.

That's why father makes me ride him.

He says I must master my fear.

- That's enough, Nimrod.

Steady boy, steady.

Now calm down, Nimrod.

Come on.

(sheep bleating)

He just needs a bit of firm handling, that's all.

You needn't be frightened of him.

- But it's not only Nimrod.

It's all horses.

That's difficult for you to understand, isn't it?

- No, it's not.

I can't bear spiders.

They make me shudder.

Everyone's frightened of something.

- I don't think Father is.

- Of course he is.

He must be.

Now then, go on. Up you get.

That's it.

Show him you are giving the orders.

Cool, calm and collected.

You've simply got to be very firm

and not stand any nonsense.

(wagon rattling)

- Vicky!

A man tried to attack Beauty.

- What?

- On the road. By the lake.

I better tell Father.

- Is Beauty all right?

- Oh yes, he didn't hit him.

Just waved a stick and shouted.

I think he was a bit mad.

- I think that-

- Come on, we're going. Get up.

- Yes, Father.

Oh, by the way-

- Get up on your horse.

- Yes, Father.

- You sit like a weak-kneed girl.

- Show you're not frightened of him, David.

(horses galloping away)

- And what did he look like?

- Oh, smallish and very stocky.

- I'm certain the Abbotts know about him.

- Oh, why?

- They acted so strangely.

David looked quite scared.

- Would you know him if you saw him again?

- Of course I would.

- Good.

Well if you do, keep away from him. Do you promise?

- We promise.

- Promise.

What's that?

- It's medicine.

I've asked you before not to touch it.

For Mr. Abbott. Not that the gentleman will bother with it.

He's ought to be in bed, but you can't ta" to him.

Far too used to getting his own way.

- Mm. Like Nimrod.

David Abbott's horse.

- It's a pity that farm's so isolated.

He must be rather a lonely boy.

- Could we, um, ride over there tomorrow?

We could take this for you.

Save you the journey.

- Hmm.

- I've made you some nice sandwiches.

I do hope you find Mr. Abbott's farm.

- Honestly Amy, you'd think we were going to Africa.

I've got a marvellous sense of direction.

Haven't I, Vicky?

- Mm. Oh yes, marvellous.

- We go through Longborough until we reach Brandon,

over Mann Hill and Abbott's farm's on the left.

Goodbye, Amy.

- You made that up.

- Well, I didn't want her to get anxious.

(playful music)

- All right, Dr. Livingston, where are we?

- The farm's around here somewhere.

- Somewhere?

Nonsense.

We're lost, and you know it.

- Oh, no, we're not.

It's that way.

(Beauty neighs)

Beauty!

- Oh all right, Beauty.

We better ask at that cottage, I suppose.

It looks empty.

Will you ask or shall I?

- Both of us will.

(Vicky knocks on door)

- Hello?

Anyone at home?

- Well, they'll never hear that.

(Vicky knocks louder)

- Excuse me?

(door creaks open)

Is anybody here?

(Vicky gasps)

(intense music)

- What is it?

- Me.

(dramatic music)

We shouldn't really be in here.

The Warrior.

It's just like Black Beauty.

- Vicky!

Look at this.

(Beauty neighs loudly)

(intense music)

(Beauty neighing loudly)

- You worthless beast.

I'll get you.

I'll get you.

You killed her!

(intense music)

- Was that the man?

- Yes.

- What did you find in the cottage?

- A jockey's cap.

(melodramatic music)

(cheerful music)

(horse clopping noises)

- David.

- Vicky. Kevin.

What's wrong?

- That man?

Who is he, David?

- What man?

- The one who attacked Black Beauty.

- He's tried to shoot him.

- Well?

- I don't know who he is.

- You do, David. You do.

- Hey you two, come over here.

I said come here.

What do you want?

- Medicine.

From my father, Mr. Abbott.

- You, don't stand around here prattling.

Get Nimrod saddled up.

Ride him for two hours, you understand?

You two had better go.

- Shouldn't you be in bed, Mr. Abbott?

I'm sure my father-

- You impertinent wench.

I don't give a wrap what your father said.

- Father, I'm sure Uncle Ted has got something-

- I told you not to mention that name around here!

Now get Nimrod saddled up!

(delicate music)

- Uncle Ted?

- I've got to go.

- Is he the man, David? The one from the cottage?

- Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

- You said your father wasn't frightened

of anything, didn't you?

- Please, Vicky.

- But he is!

He's frightened of the man at the cottage, isn't he?

- Please don't ask me.

- Frightened of your uncle?

- Yes. All right.

He is my uncle.

- Why does he hate Black Beauty?

- Well, it's not Beauty that he hates.

Unless, oh, I don't know.

Unless Beauty reminds him of-

- The Warrior!

- We went into his cottage by mistake.

- We saw the, the statuette.

- I see.

- And there was a photograph.

- His wife.

(sad music)

- [Vicky] Yes?

- She was thrown and killed three years ago

when Warrior ran away with her.

And then that night-

- What happened, David?

- Well, he didn't know what he was doing.

- He shot Warrior?

- They barred him from racing.

And that's when he came down here,

and Father gave him the cottage.

And he's lived there alone ever since.

- How dreadful.

- Father says he's still dangerous, but I don't think so.

He's just lonely.

- And desperately unhappy.

- And it's so wrong to shut yourself away

from people like that all the time.

But Father says it's what he wants.

- Nonsense. Of course he doesn't.

I wish we could do something.

- What?

- Well, we could go and say we're sorry.

About going in the cottage, I mean.

At least it would show someone cares about him.

- I'm not going back there.

- Why not?

You're not scared, are you?

Whoa.

- Come on, Nimrod.

- That's near enough.

(dramatic music)

How's Nimrod behaving?

- All right.

- Well aren't you coming?

- No. If he sees me with you we'll get nowhere.

He won't even speak to you.

- He better not see Beauty either.

Will you be alright with them both?

- I think so.

- Come on, Kevin.

- Stay, Beauty.

- Steady.

Steady.

(angry rapping on window)

- Good afternoon.

- Go away!

- We've come to say we're sorry.

- I said, "Go away!"

- We didn't mean to trespass.

- Leave me alone.

- We've brought you some food.

We're sorry for what we did, Mr. Harvey.

- Who told you my name?

- David.

David Abbott.

(horse whinnies)

- Steady.

- Please open the door, Mr. Harvey.

We didn't mean any harm.

- Where's that horse of yours?

- We left him behind.

- Well, don't bring him near me, understand?

I don't wanna see him.

- We understand.

We really do.

We're very sorry, Mr. Harvey.

Look-

- Stay where you are!

I don't want you here.

I don't want anyone here.

- [Vicky] But Mr. Harvey-

- No, that's enough.

Go away.

Go on, go away.

Go on, that's enough.

Go on, go away.

Go on. Get away, you!

(horse whinnying loudly)

Where is he?

You'd better tell me, come on.

Where is he?

I'll kill him.

I'll kill him!

- David!

He's bolted.

Nimrod's bolted.

(dramatic music)

- No, girl.

You'd never do it.

You leave it to me.

- But I-

- Come on, Warrior.

- [Kevin] We'll never catch him.

- [Vicky] Come on!

- [David] Nimrod, stop!

(horses galloping)

No, Nimrod. No!

- Come on, Warrior. Come on, boy!

(dramatic music)

Come on, Warrior. Come on, boy.

Get around. That's a good lad. Come on, get over that.

- Kevin!

I can't run any further.

- [Kevin] Oh, come on!

He's heading straight for the quarry!

- [Ted] Hang on, David!

- [David] Help me, please!

- [Ted] Give me the reins. Come here.

That's it, got it.

Whoa, whoa boy.

(horse neighing loudly)

- [David] Whoa, Nimrod.

- [Ted] It's all right.

It's all right, it's over.

It's all over.

(happy peaceful music)

- Ted,

I've wronged you haven't I?

- No, John. Why?

- I let you shut yourself away like that.

Instead of trying to help.

- No, that was up to me.

- I've wronged you.

You saved his life.

I'll never forget it.

That Nimrod, he's got the devil in him.

- He's a brave lad, your David.

Kept his head, you know.

Tough as nails, just like his father.

But I couldn't have done it without Black Beauty.

Hey Vicky?

He never gave up.

- Well, he knew Nimrod couldn't run away forever.

- And you were right, weren't you Beauty?

Hey?

Nobody can.

(dramatic music)

(intense music)

(humming)