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(tender music)

(frantic music)

(hooves clopping)

(water splashing)

- [Vicky] Albert?

- Over here!

- Stay here.

Stay there.

(suspenseful music)

You can't fish here, Albert.

- Who says so?

- Lady Faulkner.

- Not her river.

- Well, this bit is.

(Black Beauty snorts)

(suspenseful music)

(hooves clopping)

Major Watkins has caught you once already.

If Father hadn't- - Shh!

See them bubbles?

- No.

Where? - There.

(ominous music)

- It's Major Watkins.

(hooves clopping)

- [Watkins] Whoa, whoa.

(ominous music)

(dramatic music)

(pleasant music)

- You never do as you're told!

- Why should 1?

- Get caught then.

See if I care.

Don't expect me to visit you in prison.

- What, not even to bring me a file?

(wonky music)

- [Man] Caught anything?

- No I ain't.

You a poacher?

- Fine horse your friend's got.

What's his name? - What's yours?

- Miller, Jim Miller.

It's a lovely animal.

Where's he come from?

Come on now, sonny.

(suspenseful music)

- Oh, but you'd be such an asset

on our committee, Dr. Gordon.

- [James] But I've so little free time.

- Thank you.

Well, we do hope to raise enough money

to build a new wing on the hospital.

Now, surely you won't refuse to help us, hm?

- Oh, you re making it very difficult for me, Lady Faulkner.

- Good.

Our first meeting is Thursday next.

- I shall look forward to it.

(pleasant music)

(hooves clopping)

- Whoa.

Close the gate, Beauty.

(Black Beauty snorts)

Good boy.

Well done.

- Yes, the racing stable must be quite a handful, ah.

- Yes, I thought I'd have to close it down

after my husband died, but Major Watkins, you know,

he's been so marvellous.

A tower of strength.

(hooves clopping)

- Come on, Beauty.

Come on, boy.

That's right, good man.

(Black Beauty whinnies)

All right, all right, I'll take it off.

Don't be so impatient.

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(chickens clucking)

(dramatic music)

(Black Beauty snorts)

You knew it was there, didn't you?

(Black Beauty nickers)

(somber music)

(Black Beauty nickers)

Father! - Vicky.

- Oh dear.

- [Faulkner] What is the matter, my dear?

- Well, I'm terribly sorry, Lady Faulkner.

- I do wish you'd learn to walk into a room, Vicky,

instead of making everything into a cavalry charge.

- I found this under Beauty's saddle.

- Thursday next then, at eight o'clock.

- Yes, splendid. - Good.

- Goodbye, Lady Faulkner.

- Goodbye.

(hooves clopping)

- Your ladyship, Dr. Gordon.

- [James] Good morning, Major Watkins.

- Is anything wrong?

- Miller, my lady.

- Miller?

- He's the new stable hand, Lady Faulkner.

He was in Silver Glory's stall,

and when he saw me, he ran off.

- And Silver Glory?

- He's as right as rain.

I'd still like to find Miller, though.

I think he's up to something.

- Now he's out, John, we won't see him again.

- Yes, I think perhaps we'd better return immediately.

Goodbye, Dr. Gordon. - Goodbye.

(tense music)

(hooves clopping (cart rattling) )

(ominous music)

SG.

- [Vicky] What are they, Father?

(James sniffs)

- I don't know, but they belong to SG, whoever SG is.

- Why did SG put them under Beauty's saddle?

(Albert whistling)

(suspenseful music)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

- Ah, be a good lad.

(Black Beauty whinnies)

- And he wanted to know where Black Beauty lived.

Nasty piece of work.

And he said he was a stable hand.

- Ah!

Did he tell you his name?

- Yes, Miller.

- Miller, that's the man they're after.

SG, of course!

Silver Glory.

Maybe this chap Miller was trying to put him out of action.

These pills could be some form of dope.

- Where are you going?

- Why, to give the pills to Major Watkins.

(chickens clucking)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

Wait, wait.

(Black Beauty snorts)

What's the matter, Beauty?

It's only me.

(Black Beauty nickers)

(suspenseful music)

(Black Beauty nickers)

All right, Miller.

(hay rustling)

- No sir, not Miller.

My name's Brown, sir.

Sergeant Brown.

The criminal investigation department of Scotland Yard.

- You're a policeman? -Yes.

- Hiding in a stable?

- It's a long story, sir. - And a tall one.

- Have you got those pills?

- Yes.

- They're evidence. -Yes.

- Now look here, sir-

- Where'd you find them?

- Lady Faulkner's racing stable,

in Silver Glory's stall.

Sellby, one of the grooms, saw me.

- Why did you run?

- With that stuff on me?

They'd have killed me.

- Even if you told them you were a policeman?

(Black Beauty whinnies)

- So, the racing authorities called on us

to keep an eye on Lady Faulkner's stable.

Nobbling was suspected.

- Nobbling?

- Doping the horse before the race.

- Mind you, only suspected.

I got a job as a stable hand

to see if I could find out

something more definite, you might say.

- Does Lady Faulkner know?

- No.

Now look, Dr. Gordon.

I don't care if you believe me or not,

but them pills have got to go to the county police.

We're dealing with desperate men.

All right then, sir.

You take 'em yourself.

(clock ticking)

Right, then.

How about a cup of tea?

- We'll get you some.

(pleasant music)

(hooves clopping)

(ominous music) (Black Beauty whinnies)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(pleasant music)

That's funny, it's locked.

(doorknob rattles)

No it's not, there's something against the door.

Sergeant Brown?

(chair clatters)

(dramatic music)

(Black Beauty snorting)

- Beauty.

(James groans)

(somber music)

(Black Beauty snorts)

Now Beauty, home boy.

(Black Beauty whinnies) Home, boy.

Listen, Vicky-

- Don't talk, I think you're concussed.

- Yes, very good diagnosis.

Has the pill box gone, in my inside pocket?

- Yes.

And your lovely watch.

- [James] Not very subtle of them.

- Do you think they've got Sergeant Brown?

- [James] He may be one of them-

- Now, lie still.

- Ow, you must warn Lady Faulkner.

Now go together.

- We're staying here.

- You must tell them everything.

Brown, the pills, everything.

- Well, what about you?

- I'm very comfortable, thank you Miss Nightingale.

Now, off you go.

(pleasant music) (hooves clopping)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

- Come on.

Well, why not?

- Major Watkins caught me poaching.

- Oh, they'll have forgotten that.

- Maybe.

You go on.

(Vicky groans)

- And then Sergeant Brown,

if he was Sergeant Brown, disappeared.

And they've taken the pill box,

and Father was attacked.

Beauty brought him back.

And Father told me I was to come here,

and tell you all about it so-

- Sit down, Victoria.

That's better.

Now, get your breath back and start all over again.

- [Selby] That must be the doctor's horse.

- Must have bolted.

We better stable him and take him back later.

(ominous music)

- And Miller, Brown, he's a policeman?

- He said he was.

- How very mysterious.

Just a moment, my dear.

(hooves clopping)

- It's a bad business, Selby.

We must find out who Miller is working for.

- He's a tricky customer, all right.

- [Faulkner] Where's Miller?

- [Watkins] Don't worry, Lady Faulkner.

We have him safe.

- He's a policeman. - What?

- The Gordon girl, she's just told me.

- So that's why he-

- I want you to get rid of him.

- But that would be-

- An accident.

A nasty accident.

(ominous music)

- Go Beauty, Beauty, back.

Go on.

- Major Watkins is going to do everything necessary.

Thank you for warning us.

- Father insisted.

- Oh yes, poor Dr. Gordon.

- Yes, well, if you'll excuse me, Lady Faulkner,

I'd like to get back.

- Why of course, my dear.

- I thought you were an intelligent man, Major Watkins.

- What do you mean?

- Giving you your orders, isn't she?

- You know a lot, don't you?

- I know Lady Faulkner's been nobbling her own horses.

- You're mad, why should she do that?

- Because she's secretly betting against them,

and I can prove it.

- You'll never prove anything now.

- [Brown] You kill me, Major, and the police

will never give up until they've caught ya.

- Get away with me. - Come on.

- Hold him, hold him.

Get down.

(men grunting) (suspenseful music)

(Brown shouts) (water splashes)

Get up, you coward!

Come on.

(hooves clopping)

(plucky music)

(Albert grunting)

(Black Beauty nickers)

- Come on, Beauty.

That's it.

(Black Beauty snorts)

Come on, come on, boy.

Come on.

(suspenseful music)

Back Beauty, back!

Back Beauty, back!

Sergeant Brown!

- Albert!

- Hold on!

- Albert.

(Brown gasping) (water splashing)

I got it, I got it.

- Slowly, come on, slowly.

(suspenseful music)

(Brown grunting)

- Albert.

- Come on.

Come on.

(Brown grunting)

(pleasant music)

(Brown coughing)

(cart rattling) (ominous music)

(hooves clopping)

- Albert wouldn't wait, he's gone off with Beauty.

But Lady Faulkner brought me back.

Wasn't it kind of her?

How are you now, Father?

- Much better, thank you.

That's very kind of you, Lady Faulkner.

- Oh, nonsense, Dr. Gordon.

Especially after you've been the victim

of such a cowardly attack.

- Our men, we're a hard-headed lot.

Won't you come in for a moment?

- Oh, that would be lovely, thank you.

(ominous music)

- Lady Faulkner?

You are Lady Faulkner, aren't you?

Then it is my duty to inform you that I'm a police officer.

And I warn you- - No.

I'm warning you, do you understand that?

- Father! - No!

- Don't move.

Stay just where you are.

(ominous music)

- Please!

- Don't move!

(Vicky grunts)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

Come on, come on.

- Beauty!

Close the gate, Beauty!

(Black Beauty whinnies) (dramatic music)

(cart rattling) (hooves clopping)

(gate clicks) (Lady Faulkner shrieks)

(Black Beauty whinnies)

(somber music)

(Lady Faulkner groaning)

- That devil.

(dramatic music)

(drums rattling)

- Well done, Sergeant. - Thank you, sir.

She was in debt, Doctor.

Got in with a fast bunch after Sir George died.

There's some funny customers in the racing crowd.

- I still can't believe it.

- Neither will the racing authorities.

(cart rattling)

- But then, I didn't believe you at first.

- Course you didn't.

Albert?

You saved my life.

Mind you, if I ever catch you poaching?

- I think I'm gonna be a policeman when I grow up.

- A recruit, eh?

You couldn't persuade Black Beauty

to join the force, could you?

- Mm-mm.

(triumphant music)

(dramatic music)