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(Lively music playing)

(horse galloping)

(horse neigh)

- What's the matter Beauty.

How's your leg.

- Patrick Flook at your service miss.

No doubt you've heard of me.

- Well, no, I

I'm afraid I haven't

- A lesson in humility.

You're in trouble.

- Something in his shoe, I think.

- Allow me?

(birds chirping)

Just, a stone

and quite a small one

but such trial has brought down empires.

It is said that Alexander The Great...

there you think you'd be all right ma'am.

- Thank you.

- Help!

- Excuse me.

Flook, I want you, Flook

- Oh, what's the matter?, why are you chasing him?

- He's killed my father, Miss.

(dramatic music playing)

(Intro music)

(lively music playing)

(sniffing)

- Come on, this way

over here

He must be in that boathouse, over there.

- Flook

Flook

We know you there.

Come out murder man.

Come out! Flook!

Come on, let's get him.

(ducks quaking)

- Disgusting. I wouldn't even give up picking it.

- He won't come back soon, dead scared he is

- Then we'll go after him.

- Well, we got rid of him.

That's all we want. Isn't It?

- No, we can't let him go

and kill anyone off in the next village.

He comes to he, we can't do that.

Charlie. We got a duty.

- How are we gonna stop him?

- We're gonna teach him a lesson.

We're gonna give him a good ducking in that canal,

that ought to do it.

It might even clean him up a bit.

- Suppose he can't swim.

Suppose he drowns.

- That'll just prove his innocence.

Won't it.

At least.

That's what I've always heard.

Come on.

Let's get him.

(lively music continues playing)

- Who is fluke?

- Oh, he claims to be a healer animals as well as people.

I don't approve of quackery of course

but

I don't think he does much harm.

- Well, I think you ought to be run outta town

like they were doing.

- Is that what you're do in Canada, Frank?

- Sure. Why not?

The guy's a bum.

- Oh, I can't believe that people we know

people in our village could be so cruel.

- Well, there are country people still afraid

of anything that seems like magic or witchcraft

and frightened people can do dreadful things.

(lively music continues)

- Come on, boy.

Come on.

Yeah. Yes.

(whistling sound)

look at this.

(whistling sound)

- Come on.

Get it.

Come on

(whistling sound)

Oh, come on, come on

hold on now.

Hold on. Hold on.

Goes pretty well. Huh? For an English horse.

- Is that how you ride at home?

- Rounding up cattle on the ranch.

You gotta move fast and make plenty of noise.

Half wild steers don't understand polite conversation.

- I don't suppose they do.

Why didn't you try the jumps, Frank?

- I told you before these are kids stuff.

Hey Vicky, why don't we have a race to the top of that hill?

Come on. Let's go.

Come on boy.

Come on, get up.

Let's go now, get up.

(lively music continues)

(screams)

(horse neighs)

- You stupid oaf.

- I agree with you, sir.

Entirely my fault

- Mr. Flook

- You wanna kill somebody else?

Why are you still here?

Haven't they run you outta town yet?

Nobody wants you around after what you did.

- Frank, why are you so angry with him?

You don't even know what he did.

- Don't 1?

- How could you possibly know?

- I guess uncle James never told you about my dad.

- No

- Maybe you oughta ask him sometime.

Come on.

(piano music playing)

- I'm sorry.

- I should never have popped out

like that in front of the horse and scared him.

I have no sense at all that there's always be trouble.

- You're going.

- I am.

- I hate to see You being chased out of the village.

- I prefer it to being thrown into the horse pond.

- Don't let them frighten you

- Too late.

They frighten me already.

- There's a field barn down there, it's on our property.

No one would dare touch.

You, press there for a little and

go when you want to

- Show me your barn.

- We'll be back later with some food for you.

Frank!

Where are you?

Frank.

Frank, where are you?

(stepping on a branch)

(tension music playing)

(Close door sound)

- Have you seen Frank? Amy?

- No, not sometime.

Have you fallen out with him?

- Not really. Why?

- Yeah. He seems a bit moody lately.

Or maybe he's home sick.

It's a long way to come for a holiday.

- Mm.

Do you know anything about his father?

- Only that he's dead.

What else should I know?

- I don't know.

I was just wondering

- Flook!

All right, you're not going away this time

Come on out. He is right there.

Let him outside quick.

- Look there.

- Come here. Come.

- What are you doing here?

- Don't you fed yourself.

This Vicky.

Just trying to click this gown.

- Leave him alone.

- You don't want fellow

like this hanging around your property.

- I gave him permission.

You have no right to be here.

- Don't understand this.

He poisoned my father.

I'm taking him.

- Alice.

You heard what my daughter said.

Your trespassing. Now let him go.

(lively music playing)

I'm surprised.

That you're behaving like a bunch of hysterical women.

- You don't understand doctor.

- I understand perfectly.

I've just spoken to your wife.

Flook merely gave your father

some simple herbal remedies.

- It was her fault too.

She should never have called that fellow in.

- Yes, I agree.

I disapprove of quacks that can do nothing.

That a qualified doctor can't do better.

- Filling the old man with poisons.

Well, that's what killed him

- Nonsense.

He was old.

He was dying. There was nothing anybody could do.

- But if he'd been left alone

- He would've died anyway,

what flute gave him was no more harmful

than a cup of tea.

Probably even cheered up his last days.

You can't hound the man for that.

Now, go home and think about it.

- There's just one thing that puzzles me.

- No, Don't worry about Flook, Vicky

if he's any sense he won't come back here.

- Hm?

- No it wasn't that

- Mr. Hollis, how did you know Flook was there?

- The boy told me, miss Vicky.

Well, your cousin

- Here you've had enough.

You spoil yourself out.

- I guess. It's your fault, Miss Amy.

You baked too well.

- Hello, Frank.

Haven't seen you all day.

You've been hiding.

- I've been around.

- Well, let's leave Amy to get on with it.

Shall we, come and talk to me.

- Well, come in, sir.

Sit down.

- Well, are you enjoying your holiday?

- Yes, it's great.

- You've seemed a bit depressed the last couple of days.

Anything troubling you?

- No, I'm okay.

- You know what surprises me if Frank

I haven't seen you do any jumping.

Now I'd have thought you did a lot of that back in Canada.

- Well, back home, it's mostly rodeo riding

and riding herd in the ranch.

Not much call for fancy stuff.

As a matter of fact, I never jumped a horse in my life.

- Oh, you must tell Vicky.

She'd be delighted.

She won't rest

until she's taught you to jump like an expert.

- No sir.

Give Vicky the laugh on me.

- No, swallow your pride. Frank.

It's got a horrible taste

but the medicinal effect is excellent.

- That was mean

- Vicky.

- Well it was, he told them fluke was in the barn.

I don't believe there's any excuse

for something as mean as that

- You don't know.

You don't know how my dad died.

He was on a hunting trip.

He was bitten by a shake.

A Mississauga rattler.

They got a hold of a guy travelling.

The mining township, selling patent medicines

a guy like Flook.

Two days later, my dad was dead.

- Well, he might have died anyway.

- You don't die from the bite of a Mississauga.

You just get real sick for a couple of days.

Then you get better.

My dad died and that guy killed him.

And you jump on my back as I get rude to that old bum

- Come on.

- Go after him Vicky, try and put things right?

- Yes.

(Horse galloping)

(dramatic music playing)

- Frank!

Frank, Where are you?

Frank!

Frank!

(dramatic music intensifies)

(horse neighing)

Beauty

- You okay Vicky?

- Yes.

- Beauty's hurt.

He came down in the hedge.

There must have been a snag of some sort.

He's got a terrible cut.

I think it's an artery.

- Let's take a look.

- No, if I take this off the blood, just pours out Frank.

We need to help quickly.

I think he's going to die.

- Take my horse.

I'll hold that.

You don't wanna leave him.

So I'm elected.

Okay

- Frank, we haven't got much time.

Perhaps go across country.

- So what

- Can you really jump?

- Like a flee.

Just quit worrying.

I'll be right back with your dad.

Okay.

(music playing)

Come on boy.

Come on boy. We'll make it.

- You'll make it, Beauty.

Don't worry.

(Screams)

- Just lie still. No great harm done.

No bones broken, fitted a fiddle in no time.

Nice, still.

- Vicky, she's back there.

Black beauty's hurt.

Cut an artery or something.

I, I guess he's bleeding to death.

(rapid music playing)

(sniffing sound)

(horse neigh)

- Very nasty, Miss. When did it happen?

- About an hour ago I sent Frank.

Has anything happened to him?

- Well, he'll have a lump this size

of a large egg above his left ear tomorrow

but in a noble cause in the meantime

- Yes.

Is there anything we can do?

- Undoubtedly, I'm a specialist in these matters.

- I know you are supposed to be, but

- Have faith.

I came upon these on the way,

like the peragon the very thing for a purpose.

They're also excellent for wasp.

If you'd be kind enough to tear me snaps into strips,

bandage

You can put your hand, there.

- Is the artery cut.

- You walk him home quietly.

- Are you quite sure?

I mean

- He was bleeding very badly.

- Too little faith, you're all alike.

But you are wiser me friend.

- Excuse me, doctor.

I don't wanna interrupt I'd just like to apologise.

I reckon I was foolish.

- That's alright, so I'm here.

Have a look at this.

- Sorry. I let you down.

- You were marvellous, oh Flook told me

- You know, I can't jump as well as I thought I could.

What about you teaching me?

- Of course.

- Oh, would you say that?

It got the artery

- I reckon so.

A nasty one.

When did this happen?

- About three hours ago.

- No,

no, miss Vicky

- Three hours.

- Well, all I can say you,

you've done a remarkably fine job doctor.

- Oh, no, not me.

A fellow practitioner.

You know him.

- If I knew of anyone who could do a job like that

I'd, I'd eat my hat.

No,

it's impossible.

Flook?

- Flook

(lively music continues)

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(Outro music playing)

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