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(hooves thumping)

(drum beating)

(gun fires)

(gun fires) (Alexis groans)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(hooves thumping)

(thumping hooves approaching)

(tense music)

(Bulov shouts)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(dramatic music)

("Black Beauty" theme music)

(Alexis groans)

- It's alright. Don't don't try to move.

You'll be alright.

Who shot you?

Why?

What's your name?

Parlez-vous Francais?

Sprechen sie Deutsch?

Or Italian?

Oh, dear.

Doctor.

Doctor! (Alexis groans)

You understood that.

Yes, doctor.

Now look,

my father is a doctor.

He will help you.

Come on.

(Alexis groans)

It's no good.

You simply must see a doctor.

You come with me

to the doctor.

- Look at that.

Saved his life, deflected the bullet.

Chance in a million.

That's all right, you'll get it back.

Thank you.

(Alexis groans)

How many shots did you hear, Vicky?

- Two.

- Close together?

- Yes.

- Yes, I thought so. This is a bullet

from an old-fashioned pistol,

a dueling pistol.

- Mercy!

- It's a mercy he's still alive.

- [Bulov] Nothing?

Nothing?

Then someone must be hiding him!

I say he must be found!

- For you.

Sleep.

Here.

- Hm.

(pendant clinks)

(door clicks)

- A king?

- Oh, I think so.

It looked like a king.

- Which king?

- Well, I don't know.

There's so many, aren't there?

(hooves clicking)

Where's father going?

- Into the village to tell the police about it.

- [Vicky] Oh, no!

(tense music)

- [Dr Gordon] Vicky, whoever he is,

dueling is against the law.

- Will they punish him?

- I don't know.

- But he's not a criminal!

Please, Father!

- [Amy] Doctor...

Doctor, he's gone! - What?

- [Amy] Young villain's climbed out the bedroom window

and he's escaped.

(suspenseful music)

- Good heavens.

(Black Beauty whinnies) - There he goes!

(axe cracking)

- Don't like the look of them.

Foreigners.

Up to something, if you ask me.

(hooves thumping)

(Black Beauty snorting)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(hooves beating)

(axe cracking)

- Fred! - Hello, doctor. What's up?

- I need your horse! - Black Beauty's been stolen!

- Yeah, a young foreigner. A patient of mine.

- Did you say "foreign"?

(Black Beauty snorts)

(tense music)

Look, doctor, we'd better come with you.

- No, Fred, the fewer people involved in this, the better.

- But that fella's stolen your horse!

And they won't let you shoot pheasants in them woods,

let alone people.

- Leave it to me to sort out, please.

(Black Beauty whinnies) - Look!

Oh, it's Beauty!

- I hope that boy hasn't fallen off.

- Well, come on.

Beauty'll show us the way to him.

- Bless you, miss.

That's a horse you're riding, not a blooming bloodhound.

(Fred laughs)

(Black Beauty snorts)

(dramatic music)

(hooves beating)

(Stepan shouts) (Black Beauty whinnies)

- How do you do, sir?

(Stepan shouts threateningly)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

Get down, Vicky. We must show him we're not afraid.

(Stepan shouts gruffly)

- Good afternoon.

(mallet clicks) (dog barking)

(duchess sighs)

(Stepan clears his throat)

(Stepan clears his throat)

(mallet clicks)

(duchess speaks in foreign language)

(birds twittering)

- Good afternoon, ma'am.

I'm James Gordon, a doctor of medicine

and I've lost a patient.

- Oh, how sad!

- Oh, no, no. I mean, I've...

Well, lost him.

- And who is this?

- My daughter, Victoria.

- So, like the queen.

Charming.

So very English.

Like an English rose.

- Thank you.

- Thank you, Grand Duchess.

- Thank you, em,

Grand Duchess.

- My patient, eh,

Grand Duchess,

we think that he might live here.

- No, you are mistaken.

Quite mistaken.

- Ah, but ma'am-

- Oh, you must call again sometime

when we are less busy.

(Black Beauty whinnying)

- Beauty!

- [Duchess] Alexis!

- Forgive me, Dr Gordon.

I had hoped to keep you out of danger.

Now, it is too late.

Forgive my deceit

and allow me to introduce myself.

I am the Crown Prince, Alexis of Vltava,

son of the late king and rightful heir to the throne.

(regal music)

Then, when my father died, my Uncle Peter seized power.

- I never liked him, always so conceited.

(duchess speaks in foreign language)

- My aunt and I escaped and made our way to England.

- You were a naughty boy, Alexis,

always to fight with Bulov.

- Bulov?

- An agent of my uncle's.

He followed us to England.

He came here last night.

After threatening me, he insulted my father's name.

I challenged him.

- How splendid! - Vicky!

- [Alexis] I had to avenge that insult,

or die.

- Yes, a very clever way of getting rid of you.

- [Alexis] Perhaps.

But my father saved me.

- Look, what happens now?

Supposing Bulov returns?

- He will return

and Stepan and I will kill him.

- Now, Your Royal Highness,

there must be a less violent way

of dealing with the situation.

Besides, they might kill you.

- They will try.

(hooves tapping)

(Bulov bangs door)

- Open in the name of the King!

- [Alexis] Stepan!

Stepan, to the stables!

(Bulov banging)

- Keep a lookout for Stepan.

(tray clatters)

(horses whinnying)

(carriage rumbles)

(guns firing)

(dramatic music)

(hooves thumping)

(carriage rattling)

(hens clucking)

- [Dr Gordon] This way!

(duchess speaks in foreign language)

(hooves thumping)

- My housekeeper, Miss Winthrop.

The Crown Prince Alexis of Vltava.

And the Grand Duchess Sophia.

- How very nice to meet you, Miss Winthrop.

- And who's that?

- Stepan Karageorgevitch.

(suspenseful music)

(hooves thumping)

- I think they're coming!

- It's all right, Vicky. There's nothing to worry about now.

(dramatic music)

- Would you mind going away? You're trespassing!

- Nothing will happen to you, Englishman,

if you give us what we want.

- Don't threaten me, Mr Bulov.

- You go in that side!

Parov, you go that way!

You have five minutes, Englishman.

- Lock all the doors, Amy.

And what do you think you'll do then?

- I will burn this place to the ground.

(dramatic music)

- He means it.

I shall give him what he wants.

- What do you mean?

- The Cross of Saint Sava.

Aunt Sophia?

(duchess sighs)

(dramatic music)

- How beautiful!

- This is the Royal Cross of Saint Sava,

given by the king to his successor. Given to me.

Without it, my uncle will never convince the people

he was chosen to rule.

- Bulov will stop at nothing to get it.

- No, wait a minute.

We'll call his bluff.

- It's no bluff.

- Then we'll fight.

- This is not your quarrel, doctor.

- This is my house.

And you are my guests.

Bulov!

- Well, Englishman?

- Now, you listen to me, Mr Bulov.

Until this afternoon, I'd hardly heard of Vltava.

But now, Vltava and its affairs have been,

so to speak, thrust down my throat.

- Please? Down your throat?

- Forced on me!

- Ah, yes, I understand. Forced.

- Yes. I thought you might.

It's about all you can understand, isn't it, Mr Bulov?

Well, you better understand this.

I will not be intimidated!

So, if you want the Royal Cross of Saint Sava,

you're going to have to take it,

by force!

(window bangs shut)

(Black Beauty whinnies) (Vicky shouts)

- Let go!

Beauty, go on!

(Black Beauty whinnies and snorts)

- Vicky!

Don't you dare, Bulov!

- [Alexis] Bulov!

Take it to my uncle.

(Bulov thanks Alexis in foreign language)

- You horrible brute!

You ought to be ashamed of yourself!

- Amy- - No, I won't be still!

Shooting this poor boy and terrorizing innocent people?

(Bulov shouts in foreign language)

- Back into the house, all of you!

- But why? You have the cross.

- [Bulov] Get inside!

(hooves thumping)

(Black Beauty whinnies) - Here!

That's Black Beauty!

Something must be wrong.

(Black Beauty whinnies)

I knew we should have gone with them.

(Black Beauty whinnies)

- But that's the way to the doctor's house!

Come on, boys!

- Goodbye, ladies. I hope you will all be comfortable.

You will come with us.

(Alexis groans)

- Bulov, you can't take him with you.

A journey like that might- - Might kill him?

If you try to follow us, I will kill him!

(door bangs)

(hooves thumping)

- Be careful! (Black Beauty whinnies)

(horses whinny)

Get the horses!

Parov, run to the front!

Quick!

(Black Beauty whinnying)

- Oh, there's the foreigners!

(dramatic music)

(Black Beauty whinnying)

- Miss Victoria Gordon.

Dr James Gordon.

- Thank you for everything, Dr Gordon.

- I hear you've had some good news.

- My uncle has been deposed.

I go back to my country as its king.

We thank you all.

We shall never forget what you did for us.

And we shall never forget Black Beauty,

the noblest horse I've ever known.

(Black Beauty whickers)

("Black Beauty" theme music)