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(light flute music)

(Beauty whinnies)

(Beauty whinnies again)

- Come on!

(Beauty whinnies)

Oh, come on!

I wish he'd move, come on boy!

Come on, boy!

Come on, please move horse, please, come on!

Please horse, move!

Just for us, come on, please!

- All right, Beauty.

- [Sammy] Move horse, move.

- [Mary] Please move!

(Mary screams)

(Sonny grunts)

(Vicky and Kevin laugh)

(Beauty whinnies)

- Please don't let him get us, Miss, please.

(mysterious music)

(grand, adventurous orchestral music)

(quiet orchestral music)

- That's why we wanted the horse,

- To help us get away, we weren't stealing it, Miss, honest.

- Get away from what?

- [Mary] From where they put us,

we're orphanage kids, aren't we?

- Yes.

- Is that where you're running away from?

- No, Miss, no, they got us a job, you see.

Biddle's farm, over the hill there.

- A job?

- Slavery is what it's like Miss.

Up at six, working until eight at night, nine sometimes.

Beaten if we sit down for ten minutes.

Awful.

Isn't it, Sammy?

- That's terrible!

- It isn't our fault parents died, is it?

- We haven't done anything wrong.

- You will help us won't you, Miss?

Please, Miss?

(heartwarming strings music)

(Beauty grunts)

- Children, you say?

- Boy and a girl, urchins.

- Well, I don't think so, no.

I'll keep an eye open, and I'll let you know

if I see anything of 'em.

- You'll do more than that, you'll help me find 'em.

(tense music)

(playful orchestral music)

(Vicky grunting)

(fabric tears)

(quirky orchestral music)

(more fabric tears)

(straw cracks)

(quiet, sneaky music)

(door quietly creaks)

(quiet, sneaky music continues)

(door quietly creaks again)

(chair bangs)

(Amy grunts)

(quiet, sneaky music continues)

- Mary? Sammy?

- It's us!

(hay rustles)

(Mary laughs)

- Two children?

Nah, you, Bill?

- Not me.

- What's in it for us?

- Nothing, except trouble for you if you do see them

and don't report it, you can tell that to the Squire too.

(horse footsteps)

- Real swells now, aren't we?

- Real swells.

- May I have the pleasure of this next dance, ma'am?

- Delighted, sir.

(all singing music)

(Beauty neighs)

- You do believe us, Miss, don't you?

- Hmm?

- About what we told you, about us?

- Yes, we believe you.

(Beauty neighs)

(Amy sniffing)

(sneaky orchestral music)

(mysterious music)

- Oh, those little monkeys!

- [Amy] Vicky? Kevin!

- Don't tell on us, Miss!

- We'll share them with you, honest.

(footsteps getting louder)

- Where are those cakes?

- Cakes?

- Yes, and as if you don't get enough to eat, alrea-

(Amy sniffs)

(suspenseful music)

Well, they're in here somewhere.

- Amy!

- Yes, what now?

- Nothing.

- Out of the way!

(Beauty neighs loudly)

Oh..

Yeah..

Oh...

(Vicky sighs)

- Amy's been asking about those clothes.

- We're going to have to tell father.

It's not fair if we don't.

- Hey, that's cheek.

- It's all right.

I said they could ride him if they wanted.

- I hope they'll be alright.

- They won't get into trouble with Beauty

to look after them.

(Beauty neighs)

- Come on!

Go on then!

(happy music)

(suspenseful music)

- I gotcha!

Come on, gotcha, both of you.

When I get you two back you'll wish you'd never been born!

(Beauty neighs loudly)

Oh!

(Beauty neighs)

- What are we going to do?

- I don't know.

(Beauty whinnies)

(drawer creaks)

- Amy, have you seen my watch?

I know I left it on the desk, it isn't there now.

- Well, that's peculiar, because there are some pieces

of cutlery missing.

- Vicky, take these. -Mm Hm.

(Beauty neighs)

Kevin!

(Beauty neighs)

Beauty, what's happened, where are they?

(Beauty whinnies)

- Vicky, Kevin!

Come here, both of you.

- What do you think's the matter?

- We'll soon find out.

- Now, come along!

(Beauty grunts)

(apples crunching)

Amy tells me that some clothing is missing.

- And some food from the pantry.

- And now what's more important is that my watch is missing.

- And some of the best silver.

- No!

- Yes.

(footsteps shuffling)

- You Gordon?

- Dr. Gordon, yes.

- I'm Bellows.

You own that horse over there?

- What is all this Mr. Viggins?

- I'm sorry about this, Dr. Gordon.

It appears that Black Beauty attacked this gentleman.

- Are you sure?

- [Mr Viggins] So Mr. Bellows says, but as you can see,

there's been no great damage and I-

- No damage?

Help them get away, didn't it?

- Helped who get away?

- Two absconding children I'm chasing, that's who.

Nearly had 'em too, 'til that horse interfered.

- Good for Beauty.

- What was that?

Come on, I want to know what you mean.

- Don't brow beat my daughter, sir.

What did you mean Vicky?

- There are two children from an orphanage father.

They're treated horribly.

- What are you talking about, orphanage?

I'm looking for two kids from a reformatory.

Two of the wickedest little thieves in the district,

that's who I'm looking for.

And when I find them I'll flay the hides off 'em.

(suspenseful music)

(sneaky music)

- Come on.

(sneaky music continues)

- You do believe us.

- I believe I wouldn't like to see any child fall

into that man's hands.

- They're telling the truth.

They do come from an orphanage.

- And they have been made to work 14 hours a day

on that farm.

- Yes, but the law is the law.

You mustn't interfere with the course of justice.

If they have absconded from a reformatory, then...

they'll have to go back.

And nonetheless, I don't think it'll do any harm

to find them before Bellows does.

(sneaky music)

(metallic clanks)

- Hey, you two!

(dogs barking)

- You think Beauty does know where they are?

- Of course he does, don't you boy?

(Beauty neighs)

(beauty whinnies)

Whoa.

(Vicky laughs)

Stand still, stand still.

(Beauty neighs)

They must be here.

- I'll wager my last penny that those two Gordon kids

know more than they're letting on.

Well, they won't catch me off my guard next time.

- I wouldn't take the law into me own hands

if I was you, sir.

- Wouldn't you now?

(horse trotting)

- Vicky!

(mysterious music)

(birds singing)

(music intensifies)

- There they are!

Hey, you two, stop!

You can't get away!

(music intensifies)

- So they are thieves.

- Well, I suppose you better go and tell father.

(Beauty neighs)

- Please help.

- Oh, what's the matter?

- Two men- - They're chasing us, help us.

- Please?

- Move, go on, get, get moving.

- [Vicky] What's the matter?

- It's them! - Hey?

No, it's not, it's the two Gordon children.

- What is it?

- We've been chasing a couple of brats,

broke into Weddington hall.

Have you seen anyone?

- What makes you think we have?

- Well I'm only asking.

- No one's passed us.

- Oh, all right, if you're sure.

(Beauty neighs)

Come on.

- But you, you can't break into places and steal.

- A couple of loafs of bread, he won't miss them.

- I'll bet he throws out more than that

for his pigs every day.

- Some people think pigs is more important than people.

- What about those?

- They were just there, that's all.

And Miss, we've never had anything that's ours

in our lives, ever.

- That man Bellows says you ran away from a reformatory.

- It's all the same.

No matter where you are, when you are like us-

- Beaten black and blue, work like slaves.

- But why didn't you tell us the truth?

- Because you wouldn't understand, rich kids like you.

- Us, rich?

- Mary, we're not rich.

- But you don't ever have to steal food, do you?

Like I said, Miss, you just don't understand.

- Come with us, father will know what to do.

(silver clanging)

(horse trotting)

- Isn't that the man that was asking about them children?

-Yes it is, hey!

(man whistles) hey, hold on!

(dramatic piano)

- [Vicky] What is it?

- Bellows!

(Beauty neighs)

- Come on, come on Beauty, come on.

- What could we do?

- Shh!

- Don't let him get us, please!

- We'll help them get away, won't we boy?

(Beauty grunts)

Come on, come on!

- If you've been harboring criminals, Gordon, I'll-

- Look just a second, just a second.

I'd like to ask you a straight question,

I'd like a straight answer.

Are these children criminals?

- They've been convicted.

- Yes what for?

- Stealing.

- Stealing what?

- Food, money.

- A few pennies?

Is that all?

- Isn't that enough?

- For that you'd like to see them flogged.

- I don't know about any law,

but I'll not have two cheeky, little brats like that

making a monkey outta me.

(Beauty neighs)

(footsteps running)

(quiet music)

(horse hooves galloping)

(adventurous music)

(Beauty whinnies)

(horse hooves galloping)

(quirky music)

(adventurous music)

(Beauty neighs)

(sneaky music)

(Beauty neighs)

(quirky piano music)

(Beauty neighs)

(adventurous music slows)

(Beauty neighs)

(quirky music continues)

(horse neighs)

(horse hooves galloping)

(quirky piano music fades)

(Beauty neighs)

(fun music)

(Beauty neighs)

(fun music fades)

- [Bellows] Whoa!

Hey you two!

- Yes?

(Beauty whinnies)

- It's you.

Well, what do you think you're doing?

- Just out for a ride!

- What are you doing wearing those clothes?

- Why not, there ours, aren't they?

- Ah, come on!

(Kevin snickers)

(Beauty neighs)

(adventurous music)

- Are they gonna send you?

- Maybe, but not yet awhile, ay?

Come on.

- Hello, you two...

I've um...

been making inquiries about those two children.

They are orphans and they have been convicted for stealing,

but they were starving.

- And for that, they're beaten and treated as criminals?

- Father, are we rich?

Mary said something about,

"you rich kids wouldn't understand."

- Well, yes, yes in that case, I suppose we are very rich

because we have all we need.

- Don't you mean we're lucky?

- That's what it amounts to, yes.

- Because, it could just as easily be us,

couldn't it?

Out there tonight, alone?

(sad orchestral music)

- Yes.

Yes, I suppose it could.

(sad orchestral music swells)

(Beauty grunts)

(grand, adventurous orchestral music)