Original subtitles

(cheerful music)

- Look out! (dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

- Let me be.

- Mrs. Allingham.

I am sorry.

You stepped out on the bar so quickly.

- It's a public sad affair, isn't it?

- I'm sorry.

(horse snorting)

- Leave those mushrooms alone, young miss.

- Mrs. Allingham--

- Let them be.

I can pick more if I want some.

- These are very strange mushrooms.

They might be poisonous.

- Is that so, Miss Long Nose,

Miss Know It All.

Then I won't be inviting you to dine on them, will I?

(suspenseful music)

(cheerful theme music)

(whimsical music)

- Come in you two, it's time for lunch.

- Did you find any string, Amy?

- Now what time have I had to look for string?

Well, I did find a few bits and pieces in some odd corners.

- Ah, thank you.

- Thank you, Amy.

- You come into lunch

before you start fiddling around with them.

- I's very kind of you, Miss Winthrop,

but I don't know if they're going to be long enough.

- Well, if that isn't gratitude,

I don't know what--

Those are my best dress making scissors.

Now just who said you could take those, may I ask?

- We only borrowed them, Amy.

- Without asking my permission.

Now just you leave that kite when it lies,

and go in and wash your hands.

- Sorry, Amy.

- This morning, I,

I bumped into Mrs. Allingham.

- Oh yes, the veterinarian's widow.

How is she?

Haven't seen her for months.

- [Amy] Well, she keeps herself very much to herself.

- Well, she was gathering mushrooms.

At least she said they were,

but I, I'm sure they were poisonous.

- I think Mrs. Allingham will know more about

that sort of thing than us town folk.

- They probably were poisonous.

- Whatever makes you say that, Albert?

- Well, everyone knows she's a witch.

(giggling)

- [Father] Mrs. Allingham?

- [Amy] Stop it now.

- There's no such thing as witches.

- Yes, there is.

'Cause she's one.

- But her husband was a veterinary at Five Oaks.

- Yes.

And anybody who knew them wouldn't take their animals

to neither one of them.

People say they killed more than they cured.

- That's a very malicious thing for people to say.

And I don't particularly like to hear gossip

repeated at the table.

- Sorry.

- Well, if you two have nearly finished,

you can get down from the table

and finish that blessed kite.

The sooner it's up in the air

and out from under my feet,

better I should be pleased.

- May we?

- Yes, go on, off you go.

- Wait for me.

- I've got some parcels

I'd like you to take to the post, Amy,

as soon as I've tied them up.

I wonder if you could find me some string somewhere?

- There's a whole roll in the desk drawer.

- No, there was, Amy,

but I sacrificed it in the interest of aeronautics.

- Is it safe to use all these little bits?

- Of course.

We need as much height as we can get.

That's it.

Ready?

We'll take the next gust that comes.

(cheerful music)

- Let go, Albert.

- Not yet.

- Let go!

- Now!

- It works!

Give it more string.

Isn't it beautiful?

I wish we had more string.

(dramatic music)

The string is broken.

Come on.

- [Albert] What about the string?

- You wind it up.

If we hadn't used all those fiddly bits

this wouldn't have happened.

- Kevin, wait for me!

Kevin!

(slow music)

Kevin, wait!

That's where the witch lives.

- Mrs. Allingham?

- She'll be waiting for you.

- I'm not afraid.

- She does terrible things to people.

- You want your kite back, don't you?

- Suppose so.

- Well then, you keep a watch out.

And if you see anybody coming shout, all right.

- All right.

(suspenseful music)

(cat meowing and hissing)

- Got you!

Trespassers will be prosecuted.

There's no notice up,

but that is my intention anyhow.

- I'm sorry, Mrs. Allingham.

- If you come back you'll be prosecuted again.

Do I make myself clear?

Have I been understood?

- I thought I told you to shout!

- I did.

Once I got here.

And suddenly out of nowhere there she was.

She pulled Kevin off the barrel.

Then I heard her scream she's gonna persecute him.

Didn't she?

Poison him with toadstools more than likely.

- Oh, that's nonsense.

She picked them by mistake.

She's isn't a witch, whatever you say.

- Neither one of you had any business

being in Mrs. Allingham's garden in the first place,

and there's an end of it.

Kevin!

- Amy, let me talk to him.

Something's wrong.

- He's had a shaking

and it's hurt his pride and that's what's wrong.

And don't go making too much fuss about it.

It's only hurt him the worse.

(whimsical music)

- Kevin, where are you going?

- Back to Mrs. Allingham's.

She has my kite.

- But father needs Beauty for his evening calls.

- I'll be back by then.

I'll take the shortcut over Fowler's Leap.

- Oh, please don't go, Kevin.

Look, I'd have run away too.

There's nothing to be ashamed of in running away.

- It has nothing to do with that.

It has nothing to do with running away.

Help me up.

If father asks, promise me you won't tell him

where I've gone.

Please, Vicky.

- All right, I promise.

(whimsical music)

(upbeat music)

(horse neighing)

- Vicky, where's Beauty?

He's not in the stable.

- You're going to be very angry.

Well, I know you are.

You have every right to be.

- Look, I've have no time for games.

Now where is he?

- I can't tell you.

I made a promise.

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing)

Whoa!

- Where's Kevin?

Where did he go?

Come on, answer me.

- He was taking the shortcut by Fowler's Leap.

- And you let him go there?

I thought you had more sense, Vicky.

You know how dangerous that is?

- [Vicky] I'm sorry.

- Did you know about this, Amy?

- Well, I knew he'd gone, but I...

- Right on both counts, Vicky.

I am angry, and I do have every right to be.

Come on Beauty.

- Tell me Albert, Albert Clifton,

how is it that there's always trouble

whenever you come round?

- Not my fault.

That witch that done it.

- Done what, did what?

- Whatever that you're blaming me for.

- Vicky, where are you going?

- I'm going to find Kevin.

- Do you think that's a good idea?

- It's my fault, Amy.

I let him him go on Beauty.

All of it.

It's all my fault.

(upbeat music)

- All right boy. (horse neighing)

Well done, boy.

What's the matter, Beauty?

What is it, Beauty?

What's the matter?

Something wrong?

Well, show me. (slow music)

Did something happen to Kevin?

Is that what you're trying to tell me?

Show me.

(horse neighing)

- Vicky, Vicky, wait for me!

Can I come with you?

I know a secret shortcut to Mrs. Allingham's.

- Did I say I was going there?

- Well, it starts right here about.

- All right, you can show me.

Where did you go?

(suspenseful music)

Albert?

- I told you it's a secret, didn't 1?

Come on!

(suspenseful music)

(knocking on door)

(cat hissing)

(door creaking)

(cat growling)

- So you came back, did you?

- Kevin!

Kevin!

No use, Beauty.

Oh, steady, steady.

(horse neighing)

Oh steady, what's the matter with you?

Are you trying to tell me something?

You think you know where Kevin is?

Is that it?

All right then, show me.

(upbeat music)

Oh, wait for me, though.

(horse neighing)

- [Albert] Looks like he isn't there after all.

- He might be inside.

- Where are you going?

- I'm going to ask.

- Ask what?

- If Kevin's there.

- But you can't, she's a witch!

- If you're afraid, you can stay here.

(suspenseful music)

- Vicky!

- What?

- If you had a peep in the window

you wouldn't have to ask anything.

You'll see for yourself.

He's in there.

- You sure?

- She was standing over him mixing something.

- The toadstools!

- No.

It couldn't be.

- She's going to poison him.

I know it.

- She wouldn't.

She wouldn't dare.

I No! [Albert] Vicky!

- So, it's Miss Long Nose again, is it?

- What have you done to my brother?

- Miss Peeping Tom is trying to con us.

- [Vicky] Mrs. Allingham, I saw my brother in your house.

You'd better let him go, or I'll,

I'll fetch my father.

- You're the ones that's trespassing.

- What you are is much, much worse.

- So, and what am I, Mrs. Vicky Gordon?

-You're a...

old... - So it's Miss Tongue Tied now

is it?

- You're a witch.

- A witch?

- Please let Kevin go.

I promise I won't tell anyone.

Please, Mrs. Allingham.

- If you want your brother, Miss Gordon,

you'll have to come and fetch him.

(suspenseful music)

- Kevin?

- Dr. Gordon.

- There you are.

There's your brother, Miss Gordon.

- Kevin?

- Oh, no.

I told you already.

He won't go to you.

You've gotta come to him.

- Kevin, please!

(horse neighing)

- Hold it.

(knocking on door)

- Are you afraid, Beauty?

Well, I am.

Come on.

- [Father] I want to see my son.

Where is he?

- Father!

Father, look what she's done to Kevin.

(suspenseful music)

- Now the sooner we get this young man home the better.

And you owe Mrs. Allingham a big apology, Vicky.

It was Fowler's Leap that gave Kevin

the crack on the head.

And if you hadn't interfered, Mrs. Allingham

might have brought down the swelling

with a very professionally made bread potus.

- Will you forgive me, Mrs. Allingham?

It's just when I saw you picking those mushrooms--

- Yes, of course.

The mushrooms.

- My goodness, my supper!

Hair and mushroom stew boiled to a freckle.

Plus, you ruin me peace and quiet.

Now you've ruined me supper.

- Then I suggest you throw it away.

Put your coat on, and come and have dinner with us.

- What about you two?

What do you think about having a witch to supper?

(giggling)

- I think we like it very much.

- Come on Kevin.

- Oh, I nearly forgot.

Excuse me.

Your brother will be needing this when he gets better.

- Mrs. Allingham,

you didn't climb on the roof

for this all by yourself, did you?

- Of course not.

There wasn't any need.

I just jumped on me broom stick and flew there.

Didn't I?

(giggling)

(cheerful music)

- Come on, Beauty.

(horse neighing)

(cheerful theme music)