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(suspenseful music)

(horse galloping)

(upbeat music)

- Maggie!

Maggie.

There you are.

- Maggie.

Maggie we're here.

- Hello, Jingle.

No, of course I haven't forgotten you.

- Maggie.

Where are you, Maggie?

It's us, Kevin and Vicky.

What's up with her?

- Good morning, James.

- Oh, hello.

- I must say you do have the most extra ordinary patients.

- Well, these particular patients have been eating

something that didn't agree with them.

How are you, Roger?

- Fine.

Thank you, James.

Did you hear about the robbery last night

- At Willoughby Hall, yes.

- What was stolen in this time?

- A painting.

- Another one?

Why, that makes the fourth one in the last few weeks,

doesn't it?

- This was no ordinary painting.

It was a George Stubbs.

You know how valuable that can be.

-Yes, I do.

Well, I wonder how much longer the police are going

to allow the villains to remain free.

- Maggie

Why doesn't she come out?

- Perhaps she's not well

- Get out of here, will you?

Don't you know this is private property?

- Maggie,

have you forgotten?

This is Sunday afternoon.

- We always visit you on Sunday afternoons.

- I don't care when you visit me

and I'm not having you kids around my place anymore.

- Maggie, what's wrong?

- [Kevin] We're your friends, Maggie.

- We won't do any harm.

- I don't have any friends anymore.

So, just you get out of here and mind your own business

and take that black beast of yours with you.

- What's wrong with her?

Why is she acting like this?

- She's down in the dumps, that's all.

By next week, she'll have forgotten all about it.

Well even so,

there must be a reason.

- James, this gang of thieves

must know the area pretty well.

Probably from the village itself.

- Oh,

I doubt it, Roger.

I've got to know these people pretty well.

And I can't think of one of them

that's likely to get involved in this sort of thing.

- Oh, there are a few idlers in the village who'd be willing

to earn an easy penny.

- Well, whoever they are,

they certainly know what they're looking for.

- Father, we've just been up...

- Just a minute, Vicky.

What about saying good afternoon to Mr. Carlisle?

- Good afternoon, Mr. Carlisle.

Father, we've just been up the canal

to see old Maggie.

- [Kevin] But she wouldn't let us go on board the barge.

- Oh, just as well.

- But you don't understand, Amy.

Maggie's always been our friend.

Well, she's never shouted at us before.

- She's different.

- I think she's frightened of something.

- Hmm, frightened of what?

- Oh, we don't know, father.

- Oh, I think I do.

They say in the village

that Albert's coming home and naturally she's nervous.

- [Vicky] Albert?

- Albert Wingrave, Maggie's son.

- Son?

- They say he ran away

from his mother when he was a little boy,

just after his father died.

- But, why didn't Maggie tell us about him?

- Because he got into trouble.

He stole some money and they put him

into prison for a very long time.

- Poor Maggie.

- No wonders she's worried.

- So Vicky,

that silly old woman has a secret all of her own.

- Maggie's our friend.

- Vicky.

- Vicky, I think you better take Black Beauty to the stable.

- Yes, father.

- Vicky,

I'm sorry I upset you.

I shouldn't have said that about Maggie.

- It's not her fault, Mr. Carlisle.

She just can't work things out on her own, that's all.

- Yes, I know.

But it was a foolish thing to say, I'm sorry.

- Well, I'm sorry I was rude to you, too.

I really am.

Kevin, what are you doing up there?

- Listening, of course.

Well, I shouldn't have been rude to him.

He didn't mean it,

but I'm so worried about Maggie.

- Well, there's not much we can do about it.

- Yes, there is.

Come on, Beauty.

- What you doing?

- I'm going back to see Maggie.

- What for?

- If she's in any kind of trouble,

I'm going to make her talk to me about it.

Well, that's what friends are for.

Come on, Beauty.

Maggie!

Please, Maggie,

are you down there?

It's me, Vicky.

Maggie, are you down there?

(Beauty neighs)

(suspenseful music)

- Have you seen all you want to?

- Where did you get it, Maggie?

Come on, you must tell me.

- It's none of your business.

- Maggie,

I think this is the painting that was stolen

from Willoughby Hall, last night.

- Stolen?

Who said it was stolen?

- You must tell me the truth, please. Maggie.

Why did you do it?

- I didn't steal any pictures.

I'm only keeping them safe.

- Them?

You mean there are others?

Maggie, what have you done?

They could put you in prison for this.

- Prison?

Me?

- Dear, Maggie.

Don't you understand?

Stealing things that don't belong to you is wrong,

even if you just hide them for someone else.

- But I didn't steal them, I tell you.

He forced me into it.

He gave me money.

- If it's Albert that's got into trouble again.

Well then you still shouldn't have done it,

even if he is your own son.

- Albert?

Who told you about Albert?

- Albert Wingrave mixed up with a gang of art thieves.

Is that possible?

- Why not?

They say in the village, he's a tough character.

- It takes more than a tough character

to do a job like this.

It takes a trained eye.

- That's certainly true of last night's robbery.

One of Stubb's finest paintings.

Do you know, James?

The horse in that picture reminds me very much

of Black Beauty.

- Really, Roger?

That's interesting.

- Doctor?

- Dr. Gordon,

Vicky's gone to the barge again.

She really oughtn't to go there on her own.

Not with that jail bird likely to be there.

There might be trouble.

- All right, Amy.

Don't worry.

I'll go and get her.

- Well, you'll have to walk.

She's taken Beauty with her

- James, hmm?

Why don't you let me handle this?

The barge is on my way home.

I'll make sure no harm comes to Vicky.

Vicky!

Vicky, your father sent me to fetch you.

He doesn't want you to visit old Maggie's barge.

- Oh, she'd never harm anyone.

- It's not her we're worried about.

- You mean Albert?

- Yes.

- Mr. Carlisle,

do you know when he...

- When he came out of prison?

- Mm.

- Why?

- Nothing.

- Okay, you go home now.

Leave this to me.

- [Albert] Well?

- She found them

- I'm not going back, mother.

I'll not be locked up again.

I'll not.

- We'll go down river.

There's still time.

- Time?

What about the paintings?

We'd never get away.

(Maggie sobs)

Stop it, mother.

Stop it.

- All those years, I was alone.

Thinking of you,

hoping that you'd come home one day

and that everything would be different.

- Well I came home, didn't I?

- To what?

Go on, tell me.

Strangers mother, strangers.

They looked at me and shook their heads

because they knew what I was,

an outcast.

- No, Albert.

- What chance did I ever have to go straight?

Once that girl talks to a father I'm done for.

- We'll get rid of the paintings.

- What good would that do?

It's too late.

- Well, what then?

- I don't know, I don't know.

- We'll go down the canal.

We'll hide.

- We've no chance.

We're trapped, don't you understand?

Mother!

Mother!

- Oh, I wish I knew what to do, Beauty.

If Maggie leaves with those paintings.

(Beauty neighs)

Yes, you're right.

I must stop her leaving.

All right,

go on then, go on.

Go on.

- [Dr. Gordon] Amy, let know when that patient arrives.

- Maggie!

Maggie!

Please don't go, Maggie.

It won't do any good running away.

- No one is going put me in prison!

Not ever.

- Please, Maggie.

Maggie!

- Come on Jing, go boy.

- Please, Maggie!

Please!

Maggie!

Maggie!

- Who are you?

What are you doing here?

- Are you Dr. Gordon?

- Yes.

- I've got something to tell you.

My name's Wingrave, doctor.

Albert Wingrave.

- Ah.

- Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin, Maggie's in terrible trouble.

- What sort of trouble?

- She's got all those stolen paintings on her barge.

- Are you sure?

- Of course I am, I saw them myself.

Maggie has them shut away.

- I knew it.

It must be that son of hers.

- Doctor!

Dr. Gordon!

Doctor!

- All right, Albert.

I'm trusting you to go straight to the police.

- Yes, doctor.

- But Amy, you don't understand.

We've got to save her.

- Of course we have.

- Well, what is it, Amy?

- Well, Vicky has some story

about finding all those stolen paintings on Maggie's barge.

- It's not a story,

Maggie's in terrible trouble.

- I think I've heard quite enough nonsense for one day.

- Father!

Maggie's taking her barge

down the canal with all the stolen paintings on board.

We've got to stop it.

- You'll do no such thing.

You'll stay here.

Forget about Maggie and the barge.

It's none of your concern

- Father.

- Your father's quite right, Vicky.

We should leave these things to the police.

- Where are you going?

- Where do you think?

To stop that barge.

- But father said,

wait for me.

(suspenseful music)

(beauty galloping)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Maggie!

Maggie!

What are we going to do?

- [Dr. Gordon] Vicky!

Vicky!

Stay where you are, Vicky.

- Please don't let them arrest Maggie, father.

- It isn't Maggie we're after.

Keep out of it now, you two.

Leave the rest to us.

That's the man!

- Get that man.

- It's Mr. Carlisle.

- Mm.

- Father, he's getting away.

- Yeah, this way.

- No, Mr. Dickens,

leave this to Beauty.

Go on, boy.

Find him.

(dog barks)

(suspenseful music)

- Okay.

I'm your friend.

(Beauty neighs)

- Father, how did you know it was Mr. Carlisle

who stole those paintings?

- It was something he said.

- What was that?

- He compared the horse in the painting with Black Beauty.

- Why couldn't he have known that?

- Well, nobody could.

Apart from the owners and me.

I only saw the painting for the first time

when I treated lady Willoughby last week.

He knew Albert was just out of prison.

Roger threatened he'd put the blame on him

if Maggie didn't hide the paintings.

And the sad thing is,

that Roger really loved the paintings.

He had to have them, whatever the consequences.

- What about Maggie, now?

- Mother!

- There you see, Albert,

you were right to tell me everything.

- I was scared, doctor.

Criminal record and all.

- I know you've paid for the past,

there was no need to be frightened.

- People aren't all like you, Dr. Gordon.

- You'll get work.

I promise you.

- You're really home now, Albert.

You're really home at last.

(upbeat music)