Original subtitles

(lively music)

- Ah, that's the place

with a bit of luck we catch up with the boy there.

This time he won't get away.

Drive on!

(pleasant music)

- Who is here in this boy are looking for

- My grandson.

I've been searching for him for a long while.

I've heard rumours he's in this area.

- My what's he doing here?

- He's travelling the road with an idiot

Man not fit to have control over a dog,

Let alone a boy.

- Why come to me?

- Cause you're a doctor, man of responsibility.

- Oh, thank you.

- Eh the boy's, small for his age and delicate.

Living rough on the road,

not eating properly,

well, who knows what state he might be in.

If I find him, I'd like you to examine him

and confirm the fact that he's

in urgent need of proper care and attention.

- Your care and attention?

- Precisely.

- If I examine him, Mr. Wilger,

I shall do what's best for him.

(instrumental music)

(upbeat music)

(flute playing)

(flute resumes)

- Mr. Michael Grote and his son, Stan, are appearing

in the village this afternoon.

It's the greatest show on earth.

You'll never see anything like it again.

Don't miss it and tell your friends.

- What's going to happen.

- Haha! Come, and you will see.

(upbeat music)

(suspenseful music)

(coughs)

- Hey Mister, is that you?

(water pumping in the background)

- Yes.

- You really do all that magical stuff?

Oh, will you show me a few tricks, please?

- I'm an artist, Sonny boy.

I only perform in front of an audience!

- But I am an audience,

Please.

- All right, son.

There's a penny.

Go buy yourself a lollipop.

- That's a pebble

- Don't you want it?

- Mmhm.

(musical tone)

How did you do that?

- Don't ask questions.

- Hello dad.

- Hello, son.

All right, Stan?

- Mmhm.

- Nice lot of people coming this afternoon?

- Quite a few.

- Oh good.

Oh. I'd like you to meet um-

- Albert.

- Albert.

- He turned a pebble into a penny.

He's marvellous!

- I know.

- Oh, I wish I could do things like that.

- I've got an idea.

How would you like to be in show business?

- Me?

- Just for this afternoon.

Would you like that?

- Yes.

- Good. Stan,

Tell him what he's got to do, will ya?

- Great!

(drum roll)

- Ladies and gentlemen,

the man of mystery and magic himself.

(flute plays)

- The greatest magician, the world has ever seen.

For your delight, and mystification:

Mr. Michael Grote!

(trumpets)

- Hey!

Ladies and gentlemen, all keep your eye on me

because it is the quickness of the end, deceives the eye.

Hey hey hey hey!.

Here you are my son.

Now then ladies and gentlemen I have here,

one very ordinary casserole.

Ladies and gentlemen, before your very eyes,

the queen, God bless her.

(clapping)

My good people, as you see, I carry nothing

up my sleeve.

(suspenseful music)

(flute plays)

(clapping)

And for my next illusion,

I require the assistance, of a member of the audience.

Now come along.

Anyone at all!

- Come on, don't be shy ladies and gentlemen, anyone.

- Me!

- You, young man.

Now young fellow, me lad,

We've never met before, have we?

- No.

- Are you quite sure?

- Yes.

- Right.

(drum roll)

(music intensifies)

(clapping)

(flute plays)

(wagon wheels turning through gravel)

- We've got him.

- Have you been to the orient of late young man?

- No.

(up beat music)

(flute plays, music intensifies)

(clapping)

- Thanks.

- Well, I enjoy the show.

- I told you, you would.

- Yes!

- Nice horse.

- You like horses?

- Used to stay on my grandfather's farm, a long time ago.

He had horses.

Here!

(flute plays)

- There you are boy.

There we are.

(horse neighs)

- Come on, Beauty.

(soft music)

- Not as good as yesterday.

- But better than the day before.

- I think we'll manage some.

- Five Oaks today, and who knows, London tomorrow!

(chuckles)

- You really would like that wouldn't you?

- How much would we get, dad?

- Ah, never you mind about the money son.

You get on with your lessons. Come on.

- But dad!

- I'm not gonna have anyone accusing me

of neglecting your education least of all your grandfather.

Right? That's a good boy.

(whistles)

- What you doing?

- My lessons.

- It's too nice a day to be stuck up in here.

Come on.

I want you to show me some of those tricks.

Go on.

Come on.

Must be great fun, your life.

(dark music)

- There you are young man.

You're coming with me.

- No, no.

- It's for your own good, whether you see it or not.

- No!

(music intensifies)

- Run this way!

- Stan! Come back! I'm only trying to help you!

(intense music)

- Come on.

(lively music)

(softer music)

- Hello, where have you two been?

- Into the village.

- There was a marvellous conjurer

- A conjurer? Did he have a boy with him?

- Yes.

- Ah, that could be Mr. Wilger's grandson

(dark music)

(panting)

- Are you all right?

- He musn't catch me.

Come on!

(dramatic music)

(water splashes)

- (Stan) I can't swim

- Come on.

- I can't.

- He can't swim.

- Look!

- There he is! Quickly! Come on!

(suspenseful music)

- Are you alright?

- Don't let him get me! Please.

- Who?

- Don't let him get me!

- Come on.

- Can you ride beauty?

Get him up quickly then up, up you go.

Alright?

Right, send the back of the cottage, Kevin.

- Go home, Beauty.

(dark music)

- Stan, Stan!

Where's that boy?

- Hmm?

(leaves rustling)

(kids giggle)

(soft music)

(music intensifies)

- Dad, dad!

(Beauty whinnies)

(music comes to an end)

(trumpets)

- Where are they?

- Beauty's not the stable.

- I've never known him to get lost before.

- Perhaps Stan took him back to the caravan.

- Look, you stay here, I'll go back to the village.

And I'll see if they're there, okay?

(somber music)

(Beauty whinnies)

(grunts)

- Stan?

- Hello? Young fellow, me lad.

What's the matter

- Mr. Grote, you must come to Dr. Gordons.

Stan fell in the lake.

(horse hooves clicking)

(somber music)

- Stan! Why were you so long?

Carefully.

Oof. Oh dear.

(soft music and horse hooves stomping)

(music intensifies)

- I want my grandson.

- (Mr. Grote)Why don't you leave us alone?

- He fell into the lake, he might get a chill,

he must be looked after properly.

- Don't you tell me how to look after my own son

- It killed my daughter running off with you

to live like a gypsy.

It's not going to kill my grandson.

One day he'll thank me for taking him away from you.

He'd be brought up like a gentleman.

- He wants to stay with me.

- I've already had a talk with the local doctor, Dr. Gordon.

He's agreed to examine the boy.

I'm absolutely certain he'll agree with me

that Stanley's in need of proper care and attention.

Stanley?

Where is he?

- Wherever he is, you'll never find him.

- We'll see about that.

Back to the village.

(wagon wheels click)

- He's got this doctor in on it too, eh?

I find my own way from here.

Go on, get off.

- But-

- Get off!

(piano music plays)

- Well falling in the lake wouldn't hurt most youngsters,

but this boy is, well, he might easily develop pneumonia.

Mr. Walker's right. He's very weak and undernourished.

Stay with him Amy, keep him warm and quiet and uh,

give him regular doses of that new vitamin

Donna can find it in the surgery.

I'll go down to the village.

Leave a message for Mr. Walker.

(somber music)

- Father, how's Stan?

- He's very poorly.

The next few hours will tell. Give that horse a rub down.

We don't want him catching a chill.

- Come on.

(Beauty's hooves clacking)

(gun cocks)

- I won't hurt you.

Just tell me where the boy is.

(dramatic music)

- Well, time for tea.

- Hope it's ready, I'm starving.

(knocking)

- She can't have locked herself in.

(mumbling and crying)

- The boy, the boy.

- What?

(wagon driving along)

- Where do you think his father's taken him?

- I don't care where he's taken him.

All I know is that if I don't find him

he could be dead in a matter of hours.

Go and saddle Beauty, and be quick!

(Ominous music and Stan moaning)

(wagon wheels clank)

(Stan continues moaning)

- Mr. Grote?

Mr. Grote!

(galloping)

(suspenseful music)

- That looks like them.

Come on, Beauty.

- Come on son.

You're gonna be alright, I promise.

What do you want?

- I'm Dr. Gordon.

Oh now don't be stupid.

- Don't come any closer.

No, one's gonna take my son.

- If I don't get that boy back, he'll die.

- I'll look after him, myself.

There are other doctors I can go to.

- It'll be too late.

For all I know, it may be too late already.

- I don't believe you.

I know you've been talking to my father-in-law

the whole thing's a trick.

- It's no trick. Now please!

- No-

(beauty whinnies)

(intense music)

(beauty continues to whinny)

- Is he alright?

- He's dangerously ill.

- If my grandson dies-

- It'll be both your faults.

Now, if you don't mind, gentlemen, I've work to do.

(loud music)

(soft music)

(water dripping)

(music plays softly)

(Beauty whinnies)

(music concludes)

- You must admit that the boy is looking

- A lot healthier.

Yes I do.

But you must admit

- That he'd never be happy unless he's with his father.

Yes, I do.

- Petty. You couldn't both have come to that conclusion

years ago.

- Yes, you're right.

- Yes.

- So it's all decided, is it?

- Yes. I'm taking my son back to his grandfather's farm.

That's obviously what he needs.

And he does love horses

- And I'm going to provide the money

for the lad's education without of course

interfering with Michael's prerogative as a father.

- Good. The main thing is never to forget

that Stan's happiness is what's important.

(upbeat, instrumental music)

(laughs)

(theme music plays)