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(exciting music)

(horse galloping)

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(horse whinnying)

- There's nothing there.

(horse whinnying)

- Come on. It's all right.

(horse nickering)

What is it?

Beauty.

Beauty.

(horse whinnying)

(girl gasping and grunting)

Beauty!

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(soft music)

- [Dr.] Now don't let him move now Jos.

- Will he be all right doctor?

- Well, he won't chase after anymore hares.

- [Older Man] You mean he won't be able to run anymore?

- He's lucky he didn't lose his leg altogether.

How did it happen?

Come on, man.

- I don't know.

- [Dr.] Your dog very nearly has his leg chewed off

and you don't know how.

- [Older Man] Well I was taking a walk.

- Yes I know. And if old Sam here happens

to pick up a rabbit or a pheasant,

in your pocket it goes, quick as a flash eh?

- [Older Man] Well he's a natural bone hunter,

I can't stop him.

- Where did it happen?

- I can tell you. In the woods over there.

I saw a trap right in the middle of the path.

- What on Lord Eddington's land?

- Place is covered with 'em.

- And you let your dog run wild there?

- Well, there's never been any before.

Only since that new gamekeeper Hewitt arrived.

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- There's one.

This must be where old Sam was caught.

Where's the one you saw?

- Just up there.

(sticks crunching)

- That's not for animals. That's a man trap.

- For men?

- To catch poachers.

- [Vicky] That's horrible.

- It's barbaric.

(tense music building)

Stand back Vicky.

(stick thudding)

(trap snapping)

(wood creaking)

- Mrs. Hewitt?

- That's right.

- How'd you do? I'm Dr. Gordon. Is your husband at home?

- I think so. He's in the sheds most likely.

- Thank you. Stay here, Vicky.

(birds chirping)

- Let me help you.

- Oh, thank you.

(wood creaking)

Won't you come in?

- Thanks.

- Mr. Hewitt?

(Cow mooing)

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- I'm Hewitt. What can I do for you?

- Is anything wrong Mrs. Hewitt?

- Hmm. Oh, bless you. No nothing wrong with me.

I'm just going to have a baby, that's all.

- His Lordship told me about you doctor.

We'll be needing you here soon.

- Yes. When is the baby due?

- Couple of weeks maybe.

- Then I should have examined your wife before now.

- Well, I've been meaning to call on you,

but I've been kept very busy

since Lord Eddington went on holiday.

- So I see.

- There's a lot of valuable game on this estate.

It's my job to protect it.

- But with these?

- Most of the young pheasants are taken by

badgers and foxes, I'm covering all their runs.

To a gentleman like you, it may not seem very sporting.

- Well it's one of the things I wanted to talk to you about.

- Well, save your breath doctor.

I'm on trial in this position,

and I'll get my results my own way with no interference.

(chair scraping)

- You look so tired.

- Soon be over.

Oh, I can hardly believe, it seems to have gone on forever.

Still, it's worth it.

Maybe it doesn't seem so at your age,

but you'll find out when you're a little older.

- Perhaps I will.

- Mmm. You'll meet someone and marry him.

And you'll want something that belongs to both of you,

part of you that goes on like, that you can watch growing.

- I see.

- Maybe we won't be able to give our child much.

This is Ted's first real job.

But if he can keep it, at least we can give it a home.

- I've been told to stop trespassers and poachers.

Strict instructions.

- Were you also told to use man traps?

- Poaching is stealing, whichever way you look at it,

and I'll stop it by any means I can.

- Not by using these. I won't have them in this district.

And before you say anything, Mr. Hewitt,

neither will your employer. They're against the law.

They're illegal. If I find any, I shall report you.

Oh God heavens, man, what would happen if one

of my children stepped in one of these?

- All right. All right, the man traps will go,

but the rest will stay where they are.

- Now even for badgers and foxes,

there are more humane methods and traps.

- I've no sentiment doctor.

Animals are either working for you or they get eaten.

Anything else is vermin, to be put down.

- Very well Mr. Hewitt. I see we shan't agree.

- I'm just doing my job.

You tell your family to stick to the bridal tracks

and the gallops and they'll be safe enough.

- They'd better be.

Good day to you. Come along Vicky.

(dramatic music)

(gun firing)

- Where do you think you're going?

(horse whinnying)

- To Beacon hill?

- Not this way you don't.

- We've always used this path.

- Well, not anymore. I've told you.

Stick to the bridal tracks and the gallops. Now get off.

(horse galloping)

(door opening)

- What are you doing Amy?

- What does it look like? I'm dressing a pheasant.

- Undressing it, you mean?

- Where did you get them?

- From Mrs. Hewitt, the gamekeeper's wife.

- She gave them to you.

- Well, I bought them. She's got dozens of 'em.

She's going to sell them in the market at Growly.

- Dozens of them.

I thought he was supposed to stop poaching?

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(trap crunching)

- What's that?

(leaves crunching)

Who's up there?

(sticks breaking)

Stop or I'll shoot.

Stand still, whoever you are.

Come back here.

(dramatic suspense music)

(horse galloping)

(horse whinnying)

(Vicky rolling)

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(Vicky grunting)

(horse whinnying)

(somber music)

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- Black beauty has more sense than you have.

You could have been seriously injured.

- It's all that gamekeeper's fault.

- Yes. He should have told us.

- He's no right to put a wire across there.

- Unfortunately, he does have the right.

And this is his way of showing us.

(door creaking)

I've just examined your wife Mr. Hewitt.

- I didn't send for you.

- No. My daughter brought me here.

- If your daughter would stop interfering.

- Hewitt, I'm not trying to start a feud.

If you are, it's all one sided.

- All right. What about Beth?

- I'm sorry to have to tell you, her heart is weak,

and there may be other, well, complications.

- What do you mean?

- I mean she'll have to take great care.

She should have special nursing.

- But you should be in bed.

- And who'd do the work? Oh, I wouldn't like that.

- You mean your husband wouldn't like it?

- No, I don't suppose he would.

He's not used to doing for himself.

Oh, Ms. Gordon's here Ted.

- So I see. How are you?

- Oh, I'm fine.

- Well, the doctor said you weren't well,

that you had to take care.

- She should be in hospital.

- Look missy.

I'm trying not to have a row with you,

but if you'd just stop interfering.

- Ted.

- Well, it's true.

She's been following me about for days, spying on me.

- Why?

- To try and save some of the animals from his traps.

- I've told you to keep out of these woods.

- And I know why. All this talk about stopping poaching

and you're doing it yourself.

- What?

- I've seen you. He takes something every day.

- So that's what you think is it?

That I'm poaching?

Well let me tell you missy,

that it's part of my job to weed out stocks.

And it's my right as gamekeeper

to dispose of them as I wish.

And since you won't keep outta the woods,

you shan't come into these grounds at all.

(bird flapping)

(leaves crunching)

- I'm sorry, Vicky. It must have struggled

against the bird line for just too long.

- Maybe I was wrong about him poaching,

but I never knew anyone could be so cruel.

- The trouble with someone like Hewitt

is the more you try to fight them,

the more determined they become.

Worse than that is the effect they have on other people.

You, for instance, spying on him and suspecting the worst.

That's not like you.

- No, but what can we do?

It used to be so friendly there.

And now there are snares and traps everywhere.

- You just try to reason with him and hope

that he'll learn in time.

For his own sake, before Lord Eddington gets back.

- You mean he might lose his job?

- I'm very much afraid so.

- Is your husband in?

- No.

- Oh. I only wanted to say,

I'm sorry I thought he was poaching.

(Mrs. Hewitt and Vicky laughing airily)

- You don't like him, do you?

You think he's hard? Well, I suppose he is.

But he's had to make himself.

You dunno what it's like up north where we came from.

He lost his job through no fault of his own three years ago.

And this is the first position he's had since.

- It's only that I.

Well my father spends his life trying to stop suffering.

I just don't understand someone who doesn't care.

- Oh, it's you is it?

- She came to see how I was.

- I thought she was only worried about animals.

- Oh, Ted, please. She wanted to say she was sorry.

(Mrs. Hewitt gasps)

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- What is it? What is it Beth?

- [Beth] I don't know.

- Lend a hand will you?

(Beth gasps)

- The pain.

- Well how long have you had it?

- Two days. It comes and goes.

- I better get the doctor.

- Don't leave me!

- Don't worry, I'll get him.

- Tell him to hurry as quick as he can.

(Beth moaning)

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- Why didn't you tell me?

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(Beth yelling)

(dog barking)

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(branch breaking)

(Vicky gasping)

Think you can manage to get up to your bed?

Come on then.

(chair creaking)

(Vicky panting)

- Help!

Somebody please!

Help me.

(Vicky grunting)

(Vicky breathing heavily)

Help me!

I'm trapped!

(horse snorting)

(horse galloping)

(action music)

- Somebody help me.

(horse galloping)

Beauty.

(horse whinnying)

(horse shoes clopping)

(horse grumbling)

Can you help me Beauty?

The wire.

Can you break it?

(horse whinnying)

(horse shoes clopping)

Beauty.

(horse galloping)

(upbeat action music)

(axe chopping)

- Who left the gate open? Go on, shoo!

Kevin, did you leave the padded gate open?

- No, he must have opened it himself.

- Well, get him out. Go on.

He'll spoil my washing.

- Beauty. Come on.

- Oh, beauty. Go on, shoo.

(Beauty whinnying)

- Go on. Oh!

- Out.

(horse shoes clopping)

- What's the matter boy? Lonely out there.

You'll have to go back, I'm afraid.

(Beauty whinnying)

- Now come on Beauty. Go with Kevin.

(Beauty whinnying)

What's the matter? Is something wrong?

(Beauty whinnying)

All right. All right. I'm coming.

(dog barking)

(Beth moaning)

(Beauty galloping)

- Vicky!

- Oh!

- How long have you been like this?

- Half an hour. An hour. I don't know.

(branches breaking)

I was on my way to get you. It's Mrs. Hewitt.

There's something wrong.

- Can you stand?

- What are you doing man? You're gonna be too late.

- Your trap Mr. Hewitt. Beauty.

(Dr. Whistling)

(Beauty whinnying)

Up you go Vicky.

Find Amy. Tell her to meet me at the cottage.

She'll know what to bring. Take it gently Beauty.

Off you go boy.

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(baby crying)

- Will Beth be all right?

- Oh, she's still very weak,

but it was a remarkably normal birth

under the circumstances. She'll recover.

(baby crying)

- That's the last of the ones from the pads.

They're all clear again.

There's still some up in the woods.

I'll have to leave them,

but I'll check every day to make sure nothing suffers.

It's the least I can do.

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