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(window breaking)
(window breaking)
(fire crackling)
(tense music)
(fire crackling)
- John, John! (door knocking)
- What's the matter, Bob?
- Mrs. Hudson's, quick!
- Mrs. Hudson's cottage is on fire, Meg!
- Come on, John!
Thank the Lord they're not in there!
- Send somebody around to fetch Mr. Skinner!
(fire roaring)
- Burned to the ground.
That's what Dr. Gordon said.
- You don't think it was a- - Look!
(horse trotting)
(intense music)
- Did you see who that was?
- That I did, and I'd know his horse anywhere.
That was Black Beauty.
(house crumbling)
(upbeat music)
(music continues)
(cheerful music)
- More porridge? - No.
- They ain't used to too much, Ms. Winthorp.
None of us are.
- Oh, come on.
- We'll soon alter that, Mrs. Hudson.
- I don't know how to thank you, Doctor.
- You couldn't have stayed there a moment longer.
The place isn't fit to live in.
I told Skinner so.
- He must've been furious.
- So was Dr. Gordon.
They're coming with me, he said.
If you won't find them a proper place to live,
I shall, he said.
- Did you, father?
- Well, something like that.
(laughing)
(horses galloping)
- Search those outhouses. - But sir-
- Do as you're told!
(knocking)
- What on Earth is...
- Where's Gordon?
- Dr. Gordon is having his breakfast.
(stammering)
- I'm putting you behind bars, Gordon.
Behind bars, do you hear me?
- I could hardly fail to hear you, Mr. Skinner,
but I find it impossible to understand you.
- You brought that woman and her brats
here yesterday, didn't you?
After telling me to my face that her cottage,
my cottage, was unfit to live in
and should be burnt to the ground.
- Now listen to me, Skinner-
- Now don't try to deny it, sir.
There were witnesses.
And there were witnesses last night.
- What do you mean last night?
- You burnt it down, sir.
You turned that cottage into a smoking ruin,
and I'll not rest until you're in prison.
(intense music)
- Oil?
- Oil.
(neighing)
Mr. Skinner!
Mr. Skinner!
Look what I found in the stable, Mr. Skinner,
and there's traces of oil on the saddle.
(dramatic music)
- Yeah, that's oil all right.
- I don't understand it.
- I supposed that can Mr. Skinner brought us
is yours, Doctor?
- Oh yes.
- [Mr. Dickens] Now he said it was hidden in the stable.
- Yes, but I don't keep it there.
In case of the danger of- - Yeah, of course.
How do you think it got there then, Doctor?
- I don't know.
- Perhaps Vicky put it there.
- No, she wouldn't.
- It's a bit awkward Doctor.
- You don't think that I- - Of course not.
You would be at home last night roundabout 10:00.
- No, no I wasn't.
- Where were you then, Doctor?
- Over at Ned Harker's place,
he sent a message to say he was ill.
- And how long were you there, Doctor?
- He kept me talking for about two hours, I should think.
Absolutely nothing wrong with him, as usual.
- Well, that's settled then.
There's your alibi.
I'll get a statement from Ned Harker.
(soft music)
- No, Mr. Dickens, no.
- [Mr. Dickens] What do you mean, Mr. Harker?
- He didn't come here last night.
- But he said you sent for him.
- That's right, but he never showed up.
- What are you talking about, Dickens?
He's lying.
- Why should he?
- I don't know.
But surely, you believe me.
- It's not up to me, sir.
I'm sorry.
I'm sure if you come and make a full statement, well,
we'll get this whole matter sorted out in no time.
- Very well, that's what I want.
I'll come down this afternoon.
- It'll have to be now, I'm afraid, Doctor.
- Now?
- I'm Sorry.
- It's all right, Vicky, it'll be all right.
- And I thought you were a friend of ours-
- Now Vicky.
- Father would never do anything wrong.
He just couldn't.
- Listen, Vicky. - No, he's good
and kind and everybody likes him.
Well, everybody except mean
and horrible people like Mr. Skinner.
- Vicky! - Well, it's true.
It's true!
(neighing)
- Shall we go?
(neighing)
(intimidating music)
- [Child] We're going to help, aren't we?
- Yes. - There's nothing you can do.
- Well yes there is, find out who really did it.
- How?
- Well, what would Sherlock Holmes do?
- Who's Sherlock Holmes?
- He's the greatest detective in the world!
- That's only a story. - Never mind.
Now first of all, his eagle eye would search for clues.
- [Child] Where?
- At the scene of the crime of course.
Come on.
Come on.
(dramatic music)
(happy music)
- Come on.
(horse neighing)
- Listen.
Its Beauty, he's followed us.
- Well he can't come.
Sherlock Holmes didn't have a horse.
- Beauty!
(horse neighing)
- Vicky!
(horse neighing)
(dramatic music)
(horse neighing)
(soft music)
- What the
(dramatic music)
- Well don't just stand there, go and get him.
Go and get him you ninnies.
(horse neighing)
- That beast is as bad as his master.
I want him found.
(dramatic music)
(horse neighing)
- Its Ned Harker.
Are you all right?
- Ah that horse is done for me.
- Nonsense.
- Oh Miss Gordon
- Yes, that's right Mr. Harker.
- Oh my head.
- Why did you lie about my father?
- I told the truth.
- I don't believe you.
- John Bates and Bob Ball
saw them riding away from the fire.
Let me go.
- Come on we better find Beauty.
(peaceful music)
- Look don't worry Vicky, I mean someone will find him.
- Why did he attack like that?
Look!
(horse neighing)
- Keep him under control.
- Leave him alone.
- That horse is not safe.
- He belongs to my father.
- Yes well he won't need a horse much longer.
(horse neighing)
(intense music)
- What ever is happening?
Hey you, what do you think you're doing?
- Taking charge of a dangerous horse.
- But you've no right.
- Right? I have every right woman.
That horse killed my chickens.
Its master destroyed my property.
Now don't talk to me of right.
Good day to you madam.
(horse galloping)
- Beauty!
(dramatic music)
- Why don't we go after Beauty?
- We've go to get the truth from Harker.
- Yes question the chief suspect,
well that's what Sherlock Holmes would do.
- Come on.
- Well how did he get Black Beauty?
- Maybe Skinner sold him.
- You two wait here.
- No they'll catch you.
- Don't be silly.
(intense music)
- Now come along, I haven't got all day.
There you are.
Well count it.
- (unintelligible)
- Haha well then you are a silly old fool Harker.
- I've never seen so much money in my life.
- You stick to your story at the trial
and they'll be another twenty.
- Oh your bringing him to trial?
- Oh yes
When our friend Skinner gives his evidence
he'll be convicted.
It'll be the end of Gordon's career as a doctor.
(intense music)
- What the devil are you doing here?
Is anyone else with you?
Answer me boy.
- He should be back by now.
Come on.
- Are you going to tell me boy?
All right Harker, lets lock him up.
- We must get some help.
- But its five miles to the nearest village.
- We'll take Beauty
- Oh but
- Come on.
(horse neighing)
- Jill, he hasn't got a (unintelligible) its not Beauty.
- Savage creature isn't he?
He's the only one that looks like Black Beauty.
- You can't keep us here forever.
- I don't intend to.
Just until we've disposed of the evidence
and I've caught a train back to London.
- Evidence?
- The horse.
He'll have to go you know.
You broke out this morning and almost gave the game away.
So confusing.
How's your head Mr. Harker?
- We' go to the police.
- Oh I know you will Miss Gordon
and you'll tell them such an elaborate fairy tale
all about a horse that looked like Black Beauty
and a man who impersonated your father. (laughs)
- He'll still be here.
- Oh yes, he will, he lives here.
- We know your name Mr. Duffield.
- But you don't know my real name.
- Why have you done all this?
- Revenge is a kind of wild justice.
Francis Bacon.
- Revenge.
- Calmed right down again Mr. Skinner.
- Are you sure Hall?
- A child could ride him.
A lovely animal.
- Good boy
(horse neighs)
- Calm him down!
You blithering idiots.
Lock him up!
(horse neighing)
- I'll hold the door.
(dramatic music)
(horse neighing)
- Look we've just got to escape.
- Oh Albert, he's going to let us go anyway.
- Yes because we've got no proof,
no proof he even exists.
- Well?
- Well we get proof.
Come on.
Come on.
Come on.
Let me out!
Come on!
Come on!
- Alright.
- Let me out!
Open the door!
(children screaming)
- Shush. He's coming.
- What's going on here?
- What the..
Hey!
(dramatic music)
- I've got it, I've got it.
(horse neighing)
- Make for the trees.
(horse galloping)
- Come on what's the matter with you?
Get on.
(dramatic music)
- Jill don't just stare at him.
Come on!
(horse neighing)
- Go away.
Go away.
(horse neighing)
(intense music)
- Beauty.
- Come on Beauty, kick him, go on.
- Oh
- Beauty!
(horse neighing)
- Come on Beauty!
- Fight him Beauty!
Beauty go on!
Yay!
- Beauty, Beauty.
(peaceful music)
- Well Beauty's happy.
He must know we've both been proved innocent.
- You certainly have Doctor.
Duffield or whatever his name is,
confessed to everything.
So did Harker.
- Why did he do it father?
- He was a doctor himself once.
But unscrupulous and cruel.
It was my evidence that sent him to prison.
- And he'd been living in the area waiting for revenge.
- What about Skinner?
What are you going to do about him?
- Nothing.
- Nothing?
- No, we don't believe in revenge.
Do we Beauty?
(horse neighing)
(dramatic music)
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