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(playful music)

(pony whinnying)

(hooves thumping)

(bushes rustling)

- Where are they Beauty? (Beauty whickering)

You find them!

(playful music)

C'mon!

- Can't catch me!

Can't catch me!

(Beauty whinnying)

- Oh!

What is it, Beauty?

(Beauty whinnying) (dramatic music)

("The Adventures Of Black Beauty" theme music)

(somber music)

Ben?

One of the forest ponies is hurt.

Can you come?

This way.

(hooves thumping)

(ominous music)

(hand patting)

- I'm sorry, whatever it was,

we were too late.

(somber music)

(Beauty whickering)

- It was dead?

- Yes, poor thing,

but no marks on it or anything,

nothing to show why.

- What do you think caused it?

- I have no idea, Vicky,

there aren't enough facts to go on.

- Well, couldn't you look at it?

- No, it wouldn't do any good.

Anyway, I haven't the time now.

- What's the matter, Father?

- Two of the people in the village collapsed today,

it looks like typhoid.

- Typhoid!

- What's that?

- Oh, it's a kind of fever,

makes people very ill. (Beauty whickering)

- Sometimes they die of it.

- (laughing) Don't worry,

Father says you're to stay with us

till it's all over.

- Now Beauty,

I want you to be on your best behaviour

and not to throw Albert into the next field.

- (laughing) Don't pay any attention,

just relax.

(comical music)

- Ah! - What is it?

- I didn't think it was so far from the ground.

- Oh. (Vicky laughing)

- Vicky?

Sorry to interrupt the lesson,

but I need Black Beauty.

- Now?

- Yes, I want you to harness him up,

come with me to the village,

then drive on into town

and pick up some medicine

and supplies of vaccine for me.

(carriage rattling)

- Oh, I didn't know you were so interested in animals.

- Oh yes, especially horses.

- Oh, I wish more people were.

- How do you mean?

- Well, part of my job

is to look after the wildlife in the woods.

- Do you mean like the forest ponies?

- Exactly. - Wow!

(peaceful music)

- Don't they belong to anyone?

- No, they've always roamed free in the woods.

- I'd like to make friends with them.

- You be careful,

remember they're wild

and if they let you come too close

and if they're startled, (ponies whinnying)

Oh, there they go.

(hooves pounding)

They must have got our scent.

- If they've always lived here,

why are you worried about them?

- Oh, they're all right now,

but you should see 'em in a drought

or hard winter,

freezing cold, starving. (pony whinnying)

- Look.

(peaceful music)

C'mon, boy,

don't be frightened.

(pony whinnying)

Why doesn't he run away?

- Oh, he can't,

he's one of the oldest.

They're the ones that suffer most.

- Why?

- They can't forage as well as the others

and the others often leaves them behind.

- Well, couldn't we do something?

- Yes, couldn't we help them?

(serious music) (pony whinnying)

(energetic music) (carriage rattling)

(somber music)

- You carry on, Vicky,

I must save out some vaccine.

(kettle rattling) (somber music)

- Is it bad, Doctor?

- Yes, the typhoid's been confirmed.

If only I could get enough vaccine.

- Do these inoculations really work?

- Oh yes, they've been proved to, Amy,

but supplies are short.

- Is it dangerous?

- Yes, very.

Make sure all the water you use

and the milk has been boiled,

until the drains and the farms have been checked.

(mud squelching)

(playful music)

- You wouldn't get many ponies in there.

It's not for them to live in.

- We're going to put hay and store it,

then we can put it out for the ponies in the winter.

- Maybe we can even train them to come here

at special times to be fed! - Right!

- What a marvellous idea!

(Beauty neighing)

(ominous music)

What is it Beauty? (Beauty neighing)

All right, boy, all right. (Beauty whickering)

Oh, it's only a scratch.

(pony neighing)

- Look, it's Chalky!

- Chalky?

(footsteps thumping) (peaceful music)

- Here, boy.

C'mon.

Here, boy, c'mon.

(hooves thumping) (peaceful music continues)

- What's he doing?

- It's one of the forest ponies,

it's taken a liking to Albert. (pony neighing)

- [Vicky] Poor old thing.

- Ben said it would starve

if it was left alone.

- He knows me.

Can he stay at Black Beauty's paddock for a few days?

- Well-

- Well, just until the shelter's finished,

then he can live there!

I'll look after him.

(Beauty neighing) (peaceful music continues)

- Why not?

(peaceful music continues)

(carriage rattling)

- Where did you get that pony?

- In the woods.

- What are you doing with it?

- Taking him to the paddock.

- He's quite tame.

- Yes, he may be,

but you're to take him back where you found him!

You understand? (somber music)

Right, Mr. Thomas.

(carriage rattling)

(pony whinnying) (somber music

(somber music continues)

(pensive music)

Hm, we've done it.

- But what are you doing?

- Preparing vaccine or trying to.

You see, this disease is caused

by millions of bacteria, bacillus,

an invisible army of killers,

but if you can isolate them

then inject them back into their victims,

they fight their own disease, don't they?

I think we've done it.

- Well, can't you stop then,

just for a little?

- Vicky's right,

you should take a rest, Doctor.

- Ah, yes, yes,

I can now for 10 minutes.

- Um, did Albert get in bed?

- Yes.

- Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry I was so angry yesterday about that pony.

- Albert was very upset.

- [Dr. Gordon] Yes, I know.

- It really was gentle,

not like the others.

- Well, that's because it was so ill.

Ah, yes, it wasn't just old age,

it had a sort of equine influenza, pneumonia.

- Why didn't you say?

- Well, there was nothing I could do, Vicky,

and I was in a desperate hurry.

The only important thing

was that it had to be kept away from Black Beauty.

It was, um, dangerous,

highly infectious.

(gate banging) (tense music)

(doorknocker banging)

- Vicky?

Vicky!

Saddle Black Beauty for me, will you?

Quickly!

(footsteps thumping)

- Where are you going?

- To get Black Beauty.

- Albert will, Albert will get him.

- What?

- Albert will get him.

- Oh, no!

(footsteps thumping)

(Beauty whickering)

- Oh, I thought Chalky was here.

- Yes, so he is.

- What?

- It was only for the last two nights

to keep him warm.

Where is he?

- Through there.

(Beauty whinnying)

(somber music)

(ominous music)

Chalky, he's dead! (sobbing)

(dramatic music)

(peaceful music)

- It's coming on well.

- It's nearly finished.

- Well, splendid.

Here, let me help. - Oh.

- I'll put a hinge on the front

SO you can open and close it.

- That's the roof done,

do you think we should put some more mud on it?

- Oh, you can finish that at any time.

Now, I spoke to some of the farmers

and told 'em what you and Albert are doing,

and they've promised us a bale or two of hay each

throughout the winter.

All you gotta do is collect it.

- When?

- Oh, there's no time like the present to do it.

Start at Quarry Farm.

It'll need the two of ya.

- Right.

- You can take the cart.

(brake thumping) (birds chirping

- Come on, Albert.

- Ah, hah-hah!

On your marks,

ready, steady, go!

- C'mon! - Ah!

(cart rattling)

- Poor Albert.

- Ah, that's the best way he'll be able to get over it,

doing some hard, useful work.

I'm sorry about Old Chalky,

but the boys only meant to be kind, you know.

- Yes, I'm worried what Father will say to them, though.

- Although you disobeyed me,

I understand why you did it.

It was to save you from being hurt

that I told you not to look after the old pony,

there was nothing anyone could do for it.

I wish I'd had the time

to give it more humane treatment

during its last days,

but I was just too busy

and human beings must come first.

- Yes, Father.

- Right.

Well now we've work to do, hm?

The stables have got to be completely cleaned out

and sterilized,

I only hope Black Beauty isn't infected.

Come on.

(flames crackling)

- It's only for a few days, Beauty,

and you can go back to your own stable.

(Beauty whickering)

Ah, there you are.

(hands clapping)

There you are. (Beauty neighing)

(Beauty neighing)

(flames crackling)

- Father?

- Mm, careful.

- I'm worried about Black Beauty,

he's not eating.

(Beauty whickering)

- Well, it's too soon to tell,

but his temperature's up a little

and, um, there's a slight stiffness in his legs.

- Well, what is it?

- It could be a mild dose of influenza.

Oh, he's healthy enough

if he's kept warm and given soft foods

he ought to be all right.

Okay, he'll be fine,

won't you, boy? (Beauty whickering)

I'll leave him in your care, Vicky,

and look out for any sign of coughing

and, uh, watch his temperature.

- Mm.

(brush scrapping) (somber music

(water sloshing)

(flames crackling)

(somber music continues)

(tense music (footsteps pounding)

- Father!

Come quickly, it's Beauty!

(Beauty whickering) (somber music)

- Yes, you were right to fetch me.

- Well, he hasn't been coughing.

- No, but he is clearly ill,

his, his muscles are stiff,

and his neck.

- What is it? (hand patting)

- Well, they're not the symptoms of influenza.

(sighing) I don't know, Vicky,

I just don't know.

What's that?

- Warm linseed.

He's hardly eaten for two days,

1, 1, thought-

- Yes, try him with it,

he must have something.

I'll look in again later.

(Beauty neighing) (somber music

- Come on now, Beauty,

just a little.

Come on.

(Beauty groaning)

(footsteps thumping)

- Father, another pony's died.

- I'll go and see Mr. Garner right away.

(somber music) (Beauty whickering)

- Well, this is where it was, uh.

Whatever it had,

it wasn't the flu like Old Chalky.

Three or four of the ponies have died

in the last six months.

There's so few of them,

it could wipe them out.

- This is one of the places

where the ponies usually come?

- Oh, yes, they're always here.

- Right.

- Would you fill that jar

with earth from over there,

please, Mr. Garner?

(somber music)

(Beauty groaning)

How long have the ponies used these places in the woods?

- Well, as long as anyone can remember.

- Yes, I thought so.

The earth there is like old and dirty stables.

The slightest cut or scratch, even, will get infected.

They're dying of tetanus.

(ominous music)

What I gave him should have made him relax

but it's not having any effect.

Vicky, when did he get this scratch?

- Oh, a few days ago on a broken branch,

when Kevin and Albert were building the mud hut.

- Mud hut?

- For the ponies.

- They covered the walls with mud from the woods.

(Beauty groaning) (somber music?

- (sighing) Even if I had known what it was,

there's not much I could have done.

- Will he have another attack?

- No, he should be all right,

I've given him a sedative,

that should stop the contractions.

- Will he be all right?

- I feel I ought to warn you, (somber music)

His chances are small.

His muscles are seizing up.

If the ones that control his lungs get affected,

his breathing will stop.

- What's causing it?

- Tiny killers,

like the ones that caused the typhoid.

- Bacillus?

- Yes, a different type,

but just as deadly.

Come on, Vicky,

you ought to go to bed.

- No, I couldn't, I- - Darling?

- You must be able to do something!

- We'll just keep him warm and quiet and-

- If you did it for the typhoid,

couldn't you make something now?

- I've never heard of it being tried before.

I wonder?

(hopeful music)

(Beauty groaning)

(hopeful music continues)

(somber music)

Any change?

- No.

- I don't know if this'll work.

I'll have to give him such massive doses

he may never recover.

It's a gamble.

Now, I want you to go to bed, Vicky.

- But I- - No!

I must be on my own.

(somber music) (Beauty groaning)

- Whoa, boy, whoa,

there's a good boy.

Whoa, boy.

(somber music continues)

(somber music continues)

(rooster crowing)

(somber music continues)

I'm sorry, Vicky,

it just didn't work.

(Beauty groaning)

(birds singing) (somber music continues)

- Take some, Beauty.

Please, please!

(Vicky crying (dramatic music)

(somber music)

(Vicky crying)

(Beauty snuffling)

(door squeaking)

(footsteps thumping)

Father,

he's eating!

(Vicky laughing) (door squeaking)

(footsteps thumping) (hopeful music)

- It's easing up!

See if he can stand.

Come on, Beauty.

- Please, Beauty.

- He's trying.

(Beauty whinnying)

- [Vicky] Come on!

(Beauty whinnying) (hay rustling)

- That's it.

(hopeful music continues)

(Beauty whickering)

(dramatic music) (ponies whinnying)

(hooves pounding)

(ponies whinnying)

Get that rope tight, boys! (ponies whinnying)

Bring them in this way.

(tongue clicking) Whoa, whoa! (ponies whinnying)

Well done, Vicky!

(Beauty snorting)

- It really works, Doctor? - Mm-mm.

- This'll stop them all from being infected?

- Well, it should do, Ben,

but none of you say anything about this.

If it gets out people really will think of me

as a horse doctor. (all laughing)

- I'm not sure that's such a bad thing.

I only wish every animal could be protected.

- All right, Beauty,

let's go and get the others.

(Beauty whickering)

(upbeat music)

C'mon, c'mon!

Go!

("The Adventures Of Black Beauty" theme music)

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