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^soul^

(horse snorts)

J the King of Heaven; J

♪ To His feet thy tribute bring J

S Ransomed, healed, restored, forgiven J

I Who like me His praise should sing J

(horse whinnying)

♪ Praise Him, praise Him J

- Black Beauty

♪ Praise Him, praise Him J

(horse whinnying)

♪ Praise the everlasting King J

(horse whinnies)

J Praise Him for His grace and favour J

(horse whinnying)

- Beauty, what's the matter?

Has something frightened you?

(horse whinnying)

(suspenseful music)

J Dwellers all in time and space J

- [Vicky] Come quickly!

♪ Praise Him, praise him J

♪ Praise Him, praise Him J

- You must come quickly, something awful has happened

- Shssh.

♪ Praise with us the God of grace

- Well, somebody's opened one of the graves.

(organ reverberating)

^ Amen ^

^ Amen ^

(shoes clopping)

(birds chirping)

(suspenseful music)

- Well?

(suspenseful music)

(upbeat music)

(soft music)

(birds tweeting)

(door clicks)

- Ah, yes, I spoke to the banker about it,

(gravel crunching)

It's an old tomb built for a local family

but for reasons we needn't go into

it's never been used, it's been empty for years.

- Well someone opened it.

- Hmm. Wasn't open when I saw it.

- You don't believe me?

- What have you been reading recently?

- You think I imagined it?

- Mm.

- You think I didn't see anything at all? I did!

- Look, Dr. Gordon you'll need this.

- Hmm.

- And General Sam's groom has arrived.

The general is feeling ill again

and he wants to see you urgently.

- Well, didn't you tell him I was just leaving

for the conference.

- Yes, but I told him, you might look in on the way.

- Ah, yes, I suppose I could do that.

(birds chirping)

- And you'll be back tomorrow?

- Late afternoon.

I expect the conference will take

up most of the morning.

Off you go Smith.

(wheels rolling) Bye, Amy.

Say goodbye to Kevin for me.

Bye Vicky!

- Bye.

(carriage rolling)

- I didn't imagine it, did I Beauty?

And you didn't imagine it.

(wrist snapping)

- Very good of you to come, James,

at such short notice.

It's this old spear wound I got in the African campaign.

Disagreeable business there.

Cuts loose every now and again, very painful.

Weather, I suppose.

- Yes, that could affect it.

Grip my hand.

Best you can do.

- (coughs) Weak as a kitten, can't even hold a pen.

- You've got to stay in bed for a while

till we see how this develops.

No point in taking unnecessary risks.

Meanwhile, I'll give you something to ease the pain.

- Good, good. That'll help.

I see me old regimen's recruiting in the village.

- Yeah.

(pills rattling)

- Getting us tuned up for India.

Humph.

Wouldn't mind another campaign myself,

if you can get me on my feet again.

- One, three times a day with water.

-Mm mm.

(drums beating? (carriage wheels rolling)

- [Carriage Driver] Whoa there Neddie! Whoa!

Come boy, Whoa! (drum beating)

- Good afternoon ladies and gentlemen,

lovely little village you have here.

Me and my lads is very be happy to be here.

Now I hope there's some handsome lads among you,

seem to be.

Now, I hope you will all take advantage

of the Queen's bounty

and join the finest regimen in the British army.

Our regiment. The finest in the army.

Come along now.

Why not join the army and see the world, eh?

You my lad! You're the sort we're looking for.

We're short of drummer boys it so happens.

Why not take the Queen's shilling, no?

We'll make a man of you.

Show you foreign codfish, put some air on your chest, eh?

What do you say?

- No. Thank you, sir.

I've got to get home in time for supper.

(crowd laughing)

(ominous music)

(horse hooves clopping)

(tomb lid scraping)

(Vicky gasping)

(suspenseful music)

- Who are you?

You scared me to death!

- Tom Honeywood. I didn't mean to scare anyone.

- What are you doing?

- I used to live in the village.

I found this place when I was a choir boy in the church.

- Why are you hiding?

- I joined the army.

I should never have done it.

- [Female] Why did you?

- Sounded exciting I suppose.

- Oh, so now you're running away?

- Yes, but it'll make things hard for mother.

She hasn't enough to live on.

But if the recruiting Sergeant leaves the district,

then maybe they'll forget about me.

- Well, I wouldn't count on that.

But in the meantime, what you need is food.

- Mm-hm.

- Come on.

(soft music)

- [Amy] Vicky! Where have you been?

Do you realise what time is-

(suspenseful music)

Who are you?

Well, wait a minute.

Aren't you Martha Honeywood's boy?

- [Tom] Yes ma'am.

- Oh, what are you doing here?

- Well, he's joined the army, but he's changed his mind.

- Well, Oh! Does your mother know about this?

- No ma'am.

- You haven't been to see her?

- I'm scared. That's where they'll look for me.

- Ah, but you can't run for the rest of your life.

- I think you've got to go and see her.

- Oh.

(somber music)

(Beauty snorting)

(under-carriage bumping)

(hooves clopping)

(suspenseful music)

- Is it clear Vicky?

- Everything's quiet.

I'm sure it's safe. Go on.

(Beauty snorts)

(dramatic music)

(door knocking)

- What do you want? Waking people at this time of night.

- It's me, mom.

- Never saw you in my life before.

(door slams) - It's Tom, it's me!

- Go away! Go away!

- It's your own son, Mrs. Honeywood?

- You're not Tom.

I tell you I've never seen you before in my life!

Now go away!

- Well, well, drummer Honeywood, eh?

(suspenseful music)

Get out of me way, woman!

(suspenseful music)

He won't get away.

- He's got away.

(Beauty snorts)

- Your horse?

- Yes. (Beauty snorts)

(bit clinking)

Leave him alone.

- Useful animal. Make an nice officer's charger.

What's your name, Miss?

- Victoria Gordon. My father's Dr. Gordon.

What's yours?

- Sergeant Major Fletcher, Miss.

Recruiting Officer. Corporal?

- [Corporal] Sir?

(horse trotting)

- Take this horse to the picket line.

- You can't do that! (Beauty snorting)

- That I can Miss, I'm in power to commandeer re-mounts,

you'll get fair compensation.

Take him Corporal, go on! Get out of here!

(horse whinnying)

Uh, Ah!

Spirited animal, he'll do nicely.

- Let me go!

- (laughs) On the other hand,

if young drummer Honeywood gives himself up,

I'm sure we might arrange to release your horse.

- Ugh!

(hands slapping) (man laughs)

(foreboding music)

- I don't know, I wish your father was here.

- So do I. he'd know what to do.

Well, he won't be back for hours

and goodness knows where Beauty will be by then.

- If that boy will only give himself up,

he'll have to sooner or later.

(egg thumping)

- 1 don't think he will.

He'll be too frightened by now.

Amy, is there nothing we can do?

- Nothing, huh.

(fork scraping)

(horse whinnying)

- Thank you, sign there my lad, on that line.

Well.

- [Man] Now go the the left!

Left!

- Now take the Queen's shilling.

Well done my lad.

You're in the army now.

All right Corporal, take him away.

(marching drum beating)

What can I do for you, ma'am?

- You can return the horse you stole for one thing.

- You wanna be careful what you are saying.

What horse is this you are talking about?

- The one you stole from Ms. Gordon last night.

- Oh yes, the young lady that helped

young drummer Honeywood to escape.

She'll get herself into trouble if she goes on like that.

- And if you have any sense,

you'll return that horse at once.

Dr. Gordon will be home later today

and I think you'll find

that you're the one that's in trouble.

- Don't you threaten me, ma'am.

No one can touch me for doing me duty.

- Duty! Bullying a young girl and stealing her horse?

- War office instructions relating to the requisition

of remounts.

Section 1.3.7 para two, page 71.

There you are ma'am, read it for yourself.

(foreboding music)

(book closing)

(horse snorts)

(grass swishing)

(birds chirping)

- [Tom] Psst! Vicky!

- Tom!

(river gurgling)

- Ooh, I'm just heading out till dark.

Then I'll go north.

- I'm sorry I led you into a trap.

- It wasn't your fault, (laughs).

- Oh, what happens when you get to wherever you're going?

- I'll get work, and send home money.

Then after a time I'll come back, when it's safe.

- Wouldn't it be better to give yourself up?

- No, not now it's too late,

you've seen what Fletcher's like.

- Yes.

- I'm sorry I caused you trouble.

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

- Get who back?

- Of course you don't know!

- Know what?

That Fletcher has every trick in the book,

what's he done now?

- He's, taken my horse, Black Beauty.

- I'll give myself up in exchange for the horse.

- I can't ask you to do that.

- I've got to, it's what he wants isn't it?

- He'd find some way of cheating.

Anyhow, we can't give into that dreadful man.

- I'd give myself up, I would really.

If you think it might help.

- I know you would, Tom.

I know you would.

No you stay here.

I'll come back later with some food.

(sad music)

- [Kevin] Vicky wait!

Vicky!

- [Youngster] Vicky!

- We saw you talking to him.

- I expect this means you can get Black Beauty back.

- Only if we tell them where Tom is

and we can't do that.

- No, I suppose not.

- Anyhow, we got a plan.

(horse snorting)

(dramatic music)

- Come on!

(Kevin whistling)

(Beauty snorting)

- Beauty you must be quiet.

It's a matter of life and death.

- [Constable] Well I don't bloody see what I can do,

Mr. Fletcher, it's army business.

- Deserters are police business

and you know that as well as I do.

I want drummer Honeywood brought in

as soon as possible, Constable.

- Bring your head down, come on!

- [Fletcher] Make a move! Do something about it!

(horse snorts)

(suspenseful music)

(slingshot snapping)

- Oh!

(mischievous music)

(blowing raspberries)

- You little!

(horse snorts)

(alarming music)

- Stealing government property.

You're in bad trouble me lad.

On the other hand, nobody could say

I'm not a reasonable sort of chap.

I can see you're attached to the horse.

Suppose I let you take him.

- Would you, sir?

- Why not?

If you just sign this little scrap

of paper to say he's in good condition.

Just there.

And |just to show there's no ill feeling, a shilling.

- No, thank you.

- Come along lad.

Don't turn down the hand of friendship.

Right.

You take the horse.

Not you lad!

You haven't read the small print!

You're in the army now!

Corporal! Take him away!

(drum beating) - No! Leave me alone!

You can't do this!

Albert go and get father.

(lively music)

- How do you do general?

I was afraid I might find you outside.

- Take a seat, James.

- Thank you, I just thought I'd look in on my way home,

see how you are.

- Oh, much improved, thank you.

(lively music)

(horse galloping)

- Well, someone's in a hurry,

I think the enemy has landed.

- They got Kevin!

- What? Who's got Kevin?

- He's joined the army!

- What are you talking about?

- What happened, boy?

- Well, Sergeant Fletcher, took Black Beauty

and said we could have him back if

Kevin signed this paper and then he gave him a shilling

- What?

You mean he's resorting to blackmail to gain recruits?

Disgrace on the regiment.

I have his bloody bones for this.

I'll personally see you get your son back, James.

- I'll be very grateful to you,

with all his faults, he's the only one I've got.

- Let's go now!

- Not so fast young man,

these things take time.

Don't worry, we'll get him out within a month.

- But he'll be an (indistinct) by then.

I thought you were a General!

(tense music)

- C'mon! C'mon Beauty!

(horse galloping)

(Beauty snorts)

- Beauty, listen, you stay here and not a sound, alright?

(Beauty snorting)

(suspenseful music)

(Fletcher snoring)

(Fletcher groaning)

(papers shuffling)

- Got it!

- Hey, hey you young fella', what are you doing?

Come here!

I'll get my hands on you! If you boy.

Come here! Hey!

Come here!

Stop! Come here!

Come here 'ya young varmint,

I'll kill 'ya son, I will!

Give me that paper! Hey!

(knee cracking) Ooh, eeh, ahh.

I'll 'ave you boy,

I'll 'ave you!

(suspenseful music)

(Beauty chewing)

(marching music)

(horse hooves clopping)

- Vicky, Amy, quickly!

- [Vicky] Tom, they're here!

(upbeat music)

- Here we are James, the youngest man in the British army.

Honorably discharged.

- (laughs) Well, welcome home soldier.

- I was given a shilling, sir.

I don't think I should keep it.

- You've had the shortest period of service

in the British army, approximately six hours.

I've got the longest, 40 years,

I think I'll keep it as a souvenir.

(horse snorting)

By the way, James I've arranged

for young Honeywood's release.

- We're very grateful to you general,

but as your physician

I think I should advise you to get back to bed.

- Rubbish I haven't felt better in my life.

You're a good doctor, James,

you've done me a spot of good.

(boots thudding)

I'll go to India.

Private Fletcher.

- Ha!

- Drive on man.

(drum beating)

(upbeat music)

- [Soldier] Ho, ho, ho. Whoa!

(indistinct)

(upbeat music)

(dramatic music)