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(adventurous music)

(music ends)

(somber melody)

- Now, just a minute, Mr. Armstrong.

You say your house was broken into.

- Only two hours ago.

A window was forced and the silver was

stolen from the dining room.

- And you came straight here?

- But of course, Doctor!

I already had my suspicions of that boy.

- Then, I'm afraid you've wasted a journey.

Ned has been in the stable for the last two hours.

Did you leave it for any reason?

- I just went to sleep,

When I woke up, the place was full of smoke,

and that horse of yours was kicking the door down.

- There, he wasn't!

- Dr. Gordon, I am not only the squire here now.

I am also the magistrate.

I'll question the boy myself.

He's in no fit state to be questioned tonight.

He'll still be here in the morning.

Drink that up.

(somber melody)

(rooster crowing, chickens clucking)

(Beauty neighs)

- What could have started it?

- Have no idea yet.

- If Black Beauty hadn't raised the alarm,

the whole place would've gone up in flames.

(chickens continue clucking)

Oh, it'll take hours to clean this.

- Look at the mess!

- How's Ned this morning?

- He's better than he should be.

(trees rustling, mischievous melody)

(rustling and mischievous melody continue)

(footsteps receding, melody fades)

- Ah, yes.

Now that looks better.

- Aunt Amy burned my other ones.

- Well, they weren't pretty filthy, weren't they? Hm?

Were you smoking last night in the stable?

- What if I was?

- Well, now don't you think that was a very

stupid thing to do?

- I'll smoke if I want to.

- When you're old enough, you can decide for yourself.

There'll be no more of it here.

Well, if you're fully rested,

you can help to clean out the stable.

- I didn't come here to work like a smelly old farmer.

- Well, what did you come for

if you dislike it so much?

All right, it's up to you.

Try not to make your Aunt Amy feel ashamed of you.

(foot steps receding)

(impish, suspenseful music)

(matchbox rattles, chirking match)

(impish, suspenseful music continues)

(impish, suspenseful music continues)

(music halts)

- Ned!

Oh, thank you for coming to help me.

I'm glad I didn't have to ask you.

Ah, I know it isn't easy for you,

it must be very strange

in the country after living in a big city.

- It's like being in prison.

- Oh, it's not as bad as all that.

At least you won't think so once you've settled down,

and you'll find Dr. Gordon very fair.

(Beauty whinnies)

(drum rolling)

(Beauty neighs)

(woodwind sting)

- Get off, get away!

(Beauty neighs and groans) - What's the matter?

- Get him off me! Take him away!

- There's nothing to be frightened of.

- I'm not frightened.

Just keep him away from me.

- You're only trying to be friends, aren't you, Beauty?

(Beauty groans, hooves clacking away)

(chickens clucking, hay rustles)

Go on, Beauty.

(Beauty neighs, galloping away)

(ho of steps approaching)

- Good morning, Ms. Gordon.

Is your father at home?

- Mm.

- That's a magnificent animal.

Young lady.

- Yes?

(ho of steps crunching)

- Are you ready to apologise yet?

- Apologise? What for?

- For spoiling my hunting yesterday.

- I only apologise when I've done something wrong.

A lot of men and dogs after one little fox.

- That one little fox has killed hundreds of

my hens and my ducks and my geese.

It's a great deal fairer than just going out

and shooting him.

(ho of steps receding)

(mischievous music)

(ho of steps thundering away)

(stomping on the gravel)

(footsteps approaching)

(doorbell rings)

(birds chirping)

(urgent, pensive melody)

(doorbell rings)

- Ah, morning, Ms. Winthrop.

Might I ask if a nephew of yours name of

Edward Lewis is just arrived from London?

- Yes. Yes, that's right.

- Ah, well would I have a word with you please?

- Of course. Why don't you come in?

- Thank you.

(urgent, pensive melody)

- Doctor, there have been a number of

thefts from houses in the district,

quite apart from my own.

They're obviously the work of an experienced thief,

and I'm convinced that boy of yours has been helping him.

- Begging your pardon, sir.

I think this could be the boy I've come up to see about.

- Well, what is it Mr. Dickens?

- Well, we've had an inquiry about him from the

London Police, sir.

- What did I tell you?

- Well, he was placed temporally in the care

of the workhouse for orphans, and he ran away,

and the officials were afraid he might

pick up with some bad company.

- Precisely.

- That was why he wouldn't talk about what he'd been doing.

He must have hidden somewhere in the city,

and then he walked all the way here.

- Starving, sleeping rough,

and all the time afraid of being picked up

and sent back to the orphans' workhouse.

- He'll be glad to get back there

by the time I finished with him.

Dr. Gordon ask Ms. Winthrop to bring him here, please.

(tense melody)

- I'll fetch him.

(tense music, footsteps dampened by grass)

- Ned!

Ned!

Kevin, have you seen Ned anywhere?

- No, I haven't seen him for ages.

- I think I saw him in the big field.

- Oh, dear. P.C. Dickens and Squire Armstrong

want to see him right away.

Ned!

(Beauty whinnying)

- Where has he gone, Beauty?

(Beauty neighs)

(Beauty galloping, adventurous music)

- He's gone!

- Yes, of course he's gone.

But he won't get very far!

- Suppose I'd better find the boy before he does.

- Don't you worry yourself, sir.

You leave it to me. You get on with your work.

(footsteps receding)

(suspenseful melody, hay rustling)

(Ned pants)

(powerful, urgent melody)

(Ned sighs)

(Beauty whinnying and galloping)

(soft, mysterious music)

- Ned!

Ned!

(Beauty neighs)

Ned!

Where are you?

(Beauty neighs, ho of steps thumping)

No, no, Beauty, he would've answered if he'd heard.

(powerful, urgent music)

- Well, it isn't little Neddy Boy.

- Simey!

- Running away again, are we? (laughs)

(brush crackles)

(Simey laughs, dramatic sting)

(powerful, urgent music)

(Beauty neighs)

- Jenny!

- We went up to the wood and ran by the crossroads

but there was no sign of him. (Amy sighs

- The Squire's been forming a search party.

They're going to comb the woods.

- They've got some dreadful idea

that he's working with a thief from London!

- That must have been the man he was with yesterday.

What are we going to do?

- Well, P.C. Dickens is looking for him.

(Beauty whinnies) - He may not be in the woods!

He could be down by the river.

- Yes, come on!

- No, you mustn't take Beauty!

Your father needs him to go into the village.

- Come on, Kevin.

(birds chirping, gate rattles)

- Stay, Beauty.

(Beauty neighs) We won't be long.

(tense music, Beauty neighs)

(ho of steps thumping)

- Keep your eyes open then, men.

(Beauty neighs, tense music continues)

(grass and trees rustling)

- Ned!

Ned Lewis!

(tense music continues)

Ned!

- [Kevin] Ned!

Ned, where are you?

- I'll never forgive myself if something's happened to him.

- You don't think he has run away, Amy?

- He might have!

He's learned never to trust anyone.

- Told you this before,

you can't trust no one in this world.

You look out for number one, yourself

and your old pal, Simey, do you hear me?

- Yes, Simey. - Yeah, when we left London

I thought you were gonna be very useful.

Climbing over walls, getting through windows

were too small,

but you ran off and left me, didn't ya?

Well, you won't leave me again.

"Cause if you do, I'll split on you, myself.

Then it'll be back to the workhouse with ya.

For good. (laughs)

Go on. Up there.

(grave music)

(Beauty neighing, ho of steps pacing)

- [Squire Armstrong] Keep your eyes open, men!

Make sure he doesn't double back.

You go that way. The rest of you follow me.

(horses galloping and neighing)

Come on, he can't be far away.

Lewis!

Lewis, come out, boy!

- It's Squire Armstrong. (Simey shushing)

- Did you put him onto me?

- No! - Nah, you'd be too scared.

- Where now, John?

- We'll go down the edge of the wood!

By the stream!

- They don't know where to look.

All right, there's still time.

Come on!

(footsteps retreating, grave music continues)

(Beauty neighing)

Come on!

(footsteps and grave music continue)

Here!

Get here!

(brush rustling)

- What did I tell ya, aye?

The perfect hideout.

They'll never find me in there.

(Beauty neighing, galloping)

(heroic music, thundering ho of steps)

Mustn't be greedy!

If you quit grazing

Pl one place, (silver clatters)

Then away.

That's the secret.

I'll teach you everything I know.

(silver clatters)

Nice little ticker, aye?

From your Squire Armstrong.

(Simey laughs)

- They couldn't have got much further than this.

- Quick, in here!

(mischievous music) (brush and silver rustling)

- Spread out, men!

- (horses trotting, mischievous music continues)

(saddlery jingling)

- [Squire Armstrong] Seeing anything?

- No, nothing at all.

- All right, carry on.

(hoofsteps retreating, mischievous music continues)

(brush rustling, bag clattering)

- Phew! That was too close.

Right, one more job and we clear off

at Doctor's house.

Must have some good stuff,

and you're going to help me get it. (laughs)

(footsteps receding, brush rustling)

(urgent music, Beauty neighing and galloping)

(gentle, mischievous melody)

(urgent music, Beauty neighing and galloping)

(gentle, mischievous melody)

(silver clattering)

(urgent music, Beauty neighing and galloping)

(gentle, mischievous melody)

You tell me why there's nobody there!

They must all be out looking for you. (laughs)

We've got running 'em circles.

- It's not right Simey.

- What do you mean?

- They try to be good to me.

It's not right to steal from them.

- You do as I say or you know what will happen.

(pensive music)

(liquid pouring)

(glassware clinking)

(silver clattering)

Right! You go inside.

Act natural.

Check to see there's nobody there.

If it's all clear, gimme a whistle. (blows)

(silver clattering)

Go on!

(urgent sting, Beauty neighing and galloping)

(suspenseful music)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Ned!

- Doctor.

- Where on earth have you been?

Don't you know everybody's been searching for you.

- There isn't time to explain. You're in danger.

- Danger? - There's this man,

he tried to make me steal, and I ran away from him,

but now he's found me again! He's outside-

(Gordon groaning)

- You get away!

(Ned groans, furniture crashes)

(suspenseful music continues)

(pocket watch and silver rattle)

(Beauty neighing)

(footsteps stammering, Beauty galloping)

(Beauty neighing, galloping continues)

(Simey grunts and yelps)

(Beauty neighing and galloping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(neighing and galloping continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Simey groaning and howling, bag clattering)

(neighing and galloping continues)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Ned stomping)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Simey groaning)

(Beauty neighing and galloping)

(footsteps receding)

(Beauty neighing and galloping)

(wood clanks)

(Beauty neighs, galloping)

(hay rustling)

Go on! Get away! Get away you! No stop!

(Beauty braying and stomping loudly)

Get away from me! (yelps)

(baskets creaking, bag clattering)

(Beauty galloping and neighing)

(Simey groaning, bag clattering)

Get off!

(Beauty braying and trotting)

(Beauty continues braying and trotting)

Get away! Go! Get off!

(Beauty bumps door, door slams)

(Simey grumbling indistinctly)

(Beauty groans)

(suspenseful music continues)

(Beauty whinnies)

(music fades)

(serene, adventurous music)

(silver rattling)

- It stopped.

That clock has been in my family for three generations.

It has never stopped before.

I shall remember that when I pass sentence on you in court.

Take him away.

- Hold that.

(Beauty groans)

- I'll get him with the lot of ya!

(bag clattering, footsteps receding)

I'll be back!

- Yeah, not for quite some time you won't, mate.

(ho of step)

- Dr. Gordon, I think you owe me an apology.

- What? - It was that boy of yours

that led the thief to these parts.

If you don't keep him in check,

he'll get the punishment he deserves.

And as for you, young lady,

keep off my land.

(ho of step receding)

- Well, and after all you've done, Beauty,

to get back his beasty clock and all that silver.

- No, not the water!

It's wet, and it's too hot!

- It's the only way to get clean.

Ah! You stay where you are, my lad.

- I washed last night.

- Soap please, Kevin!

- Get off!

Ow!

Ow, you're rubbing me away!

- Will you keep still please! - Get off!

- Well, that's that! Ned is one of the family now.

(Beauty neighs)

(Ned and Amy fussing indistinctly)

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(Beauty neighs)