Original subtitles

(soft dramatic music)

(adventurous orchestral music)

(gentle music)

- Kevin!

Neddy?

Where's my stethoscope?

- I dunno, Father.

- Haven't told you never to play with my things?

Now, where's Ned?

- He's cleaning out the stable.

- Oh, is he?

- Bum bum, bum bum, bum bum, bum bum.

What if it stopped?

I'd be dead!

(timid mischievous music)

It's all right for you, isn't it?

(footsteps approaching)

- Ned, are you in there?

Ah, there you are.

Have you taken most stethoscope?

- No, what is it?

- Are you sure?

- Oh, you mean that thing you listen with?

No, I ain't took it.

Hey! (Beauty grunts)

- Give it to me.

- I only wants to try.

- You lied to me, Ned.

- Are you're gonna beat me?

- No.

- I ain't gonna be punished?

- Oh yes, you'll be punished.

- When?

Every time anyone finds it hard to believe you.

(Beauty neighing)

(Beauty grunting)

No, let him go.

- But suppose he runs away?

- He'll come back.

He needs time to think things out.

(soft pensive music)

- Keep your charity!

I don't want it. I don't want it.

I don't need you and your stupid horse.

I can look after me self.

(soft adventurous music)

(horse neighing)

(bells rattling)

(inquisitive music)

(horse neighing timidly)

- Hey, you!!

Leave him be.

Leave him be, you young devil.

What's your game, mate?

- Nothing, Mister.

I've never seen such a little horse before that's all.

- Oh, haven't you?

- What's its name?

- Jonah, and a right Jonah he's turned out to be.

- What's he got up so fancy?

What's all them bells for?

Stole them from a circus, did you?

- You clear off, go on, clear off.

Come on ya good for nothing-

(horse neighing)

Stubborn little-

- Hey, steady.

- What did you say?

- You're hurting him.

-Am I? Am I?

I told you to clear off!

(whacking noises)

(Jonah screeching)

Hey! Hey!

Come back, come back here!

(pensive music)

- Do something wrong, and you don't get beaten.

Do something right, and you do.

(mischievous music)

(Jonah screeching)

Oh no.

Get out of here, I'm in enough trouble as it is.

Get out of here, go on!

(bells jingling)

Oh, go away! Shoo, shoo!

I ain't got nothing for you.

I ain't got nothing for me self, come to that.

Go on, shoo!

(Jonah screeching)

Oh, come here.

Don't you understand English? Go on, get away!

No, I don't want you!!

Get out of here, go on!

(Jonah screeching)

(soft tense music)

- He hasn't come back yet, Doctor.

- Ah, I see.

- I'll find him. He can't of got far.

Let me take Black Beauty.

- No, I think I better look for him, Kevin.

- But I know the woods.

I know all the places he might hide.

Please, Father.

- Suppose he won't come back?

- He will if he's hungry enough. Please Let me try.

- All right, come on, up you get.

(Beauty neighing)

- [Kevin] Thank you.

- Good luck.

(Beauty trotting)

(mischievous music)

(bells jingling)

(mischievous music)

(bells jingling)

(Jonah neighing)

- Don't you ever give up?

(Jonah grunts)

Don't you know you're not wanted, hey?

(Jonah neighing)

Come on.

Come here.

I'm going to London and you're not coming.

(Jonah screeches)

(sad music)

- Jonah?

Jonah?

Where is he?

Jonah!

(bells jingling)

(Beauty neighing)

(mischievous music)

- Go away!

Go on, shoo!

Go away, ah!

(Jonah screeching)

I'm sinking.

Help!

I'm sinking.

(suspenseful music)

Help!

Help!

(Jonah screeching) Help!

(Beauty neighing)

- What it is, Beauty?

Can you hear something?

(Beauty neighing)

(bells jingling)

Ned?

(Jonah screeching)

Ned!

(bells jingling)

(Jonah screeching)

Don't be scared. I'm not going to hurt you.

(Jonah screeching)

What is it?

(Jonah screeching)

He wants us to follow him.

(Beauty neighs)

(suspenseful music)

- Help!

Help! I'm sinking!

(horses trotting)

Help!

Help!

- Don't worry, Ned, I'm coming.

- Kevin, I'll go under!

- You will if you don't stop thrashing about.

Now, stop.

That's better.

- Hurry up!

- Grab this!

(soft tense music)

Come on, Beauty, pull! Pull!

- Pull!

- Pull, Beauty, pull! Pull!

- All right, let's go home.

- I ain't got no home.

(Kevin and Ned wrestling)

(Beauty neighing)

I ain't coming back. You can't make me!

- Where did you get that pony?

- It ain't nothing to do with me.

- Did you steal it?

- No, I never. It followed me, won't go away.

- Followed you, do you expect me to believe that?

- Oh, let me up. Oh, go on, I won't run off. I promise.

A man had him.

He was pulling at him.

All I did was tell him not to. Went wild, he did.

Hit me with a stick. I ran off.

- Yes, with a pony.

- I tell you, I didn't steal it.

Why would I steal a thing like that?

- So you could sell it to get to London.

- Your father was right.

(Beauty neighs)

(Jonah screeches)

- Ned, wait.

I believe you.

- Yeah.

- He just proved it.

- Thanks, Jonah.

- I'm sorry.

- I'm sorry I lied about this stethoscope.

What are we gonna do about him?

- Find his owner.

- What if we can't?

- Let's ask Father.

- Come on, Jonah. - Come on, Jonah.

Come on, Beauty.

(soft music)

- Father will be in the surgery.

We'll sneak in past Amy, clean ourselves up a bit first.

(footsteps approaching)

- That's him!

That's the thief that stole my pony!

- In you go.

(door locking)

- Ned didn't steal Jonah, I know he didn't.

You won't even listen, will you?

- Yes, he's from a circus, all right.

Left me by my brother. Rest his soul.

Or I'd sooner have the money he owed me.

Now, locked him up, have you?

- Yes, I have.

- Have a good mind to go to the police?

- No, he's in my care, Mr. Randall.

Leave me to deal with him.

- Well, why should 1?

He's a thief, ain't he?

- I've said he'll be punished.

- Ought to go to jail.

Go on you.

It's a fair walk to Weddington Hall.

- Why are you taking him there?

- Why do you think?

To sell, of course.

(Jonah screeches)

- Father?

- No, Kevin. I've heard enough.

- Do you think Ned took the pony?

(Amy sighs)

(tapping at window)

(tapping again)

(timid mischievous music)

Quick, come on!

- No, I'm in enough trouble.

- It was my fault.

- No, it ain't, it's mine.

- Don't argue, come on.

(playful suspenseful music)

- What's the game?

- Quick, make for the woods. I'll join you later.

- Yes, but- - Go on!

(Jonah screeching)

We're going to get Randall to tell Father the truth.

- You're barmy!

How do you think you're gonna do that?

- He hasn't seen Jonah follow you, has he?

- That won't make no difference.

- We've got to try.

- Waste of time. He's made up his mind. Everybody has.

- But you didn't do it.

- All right, we'll try.

But I reckon once you've been branded a thief,

there ain't nothing's gonna change it.

- Come on, get up behind me.

- Me get on that thing? No fear, I'll walk, mate.

(soft uplifting music)

- Oh, he's lovely, Mama.

What's his name?

- Jonah.

- Jonah.

Uncle Harry promised to buy me a pony, hasn't he, Mama?

- Yes, Alice, he has.

- Well, Jonah would be perfect for a ma'am.

- You don't think she's too young?

- Oh bless you know. Jonah's gentle as a lamb.

Let's have a ride on him. You'll see.

- I really think, Mr. Randall,

we ought to wait for my brother.

- Oh, she'll be quite safe with me.

Up you get young lady.

- Look, Mama, look! I'm riding!

- Yes, dear, lovely.

- Let go. I want ride him by myself.

- I really don't think-

- She'll come to no harm. - Please, Mama.

- Very well, but don't go far.

- Come on, Jonah.

(Jonah neighs)

(bells jingling)

- Oh, she's...she's been so excited, Mr. Randall,

since my brother said you were coming.

- Yeah, well, he won't find a better little pony than Jonah.

And at a very reasonable price.

- It is a birthday present, you see,

and her uncle, Mr. Armstrong,

would insist on buying her a pony.

- Oh, she's a very lucky little girl.

(bells jingling)

- Jonah!

Jonah!

- For heaven's sake, do something! She can't ride.

- Jonah!

- Stop them!

Oh, Harry.

Harry!

(adventurous music)

(soft tense music)

(adventurous music returns)

(bells jingling)

(adventurous music)

(Alice screaming)

(dramatic music)

- [Mr. Randall] Hey, hey, hey, stop, stop.

Jonah, little girl, he's running away with her.

- Get on!

- Up you go, lad!

- Get on!

- Quick, go on, go on!

Hurry!

(adventurous music)

(Beauty trotting)

(somber music)

(Beauty neighing)

- Whoa, Beauty.

(soft suspenseful music)

- Help!

- Listen. (Beauty neighing)

- Help!

- I can see her.

There's a ledge down there, but don't look too safe.

- What are we going to do?

- Shh, not so loud, we've gotta keep her calm.

- Help! Help.

Please help me.

- [Ned] It's all right, it's all right. We'll get help.

Try to keep still.

That's right. That's right.

I'm going down to her.

- No!

- Well, she can't stay there much longer.

- You've always said you've no head for heights.

- Find time to remind me, aint it?

- I'll go.

- No, I'm lighter than you. I'll go down.

- But Ned-

- I can't ride and I dunno the way back to Weddington Hall.

- Help!

- All right, I'm coming, don't cry.

Ready?

(soft dramatic music)

- Careful. - All right.

- Take it easy. Go on then, slowly.

(Beauty neighs)

Slowly now, keep going! Keep going.

(slow dramatic music)

All right.

(slow dramatic music)

(rocks tumbling)

Be careful!

(Beauty neighing)

Careful, you idiot!

(slow dramatic music)

- What's your name, ey?

- Alice.

(Beauty neighing)

- [Kevin] Are you alright?

- Hurry, Kevin.

- I'll be as quick as I can.

- Kevin will get help.

You just, just keep still.

(intense music)

No, don't look down.

Look, if you keep still, I'll...

I'll tell you a story.

(Beauty trotting)

Upon a time, there was this boy called Ned.

Sometimes, only sometimes mind, he sort of, well,

took things that didn't actually belong to him.

- Don't worry, I'll find her.

- Have you found her? - Yes!

- Well, where is she?

- She's trapped on a ledge at the top of the quarry.

I've got some rope.

- Come on, get on!

(dramatic music)

(horses galloping)

- Just couldn't get rid of him.

Followed him everywhere, this horse.

Even followed him home.

(Beauty neighing)

- [Kevin] There they are!

- [Ned] They're coming, come on, get up.

Ready!

- Catch this!

- Put this around you, come on.

(intense music)

Okay, come on.

Hold tight now.

(suspenseful music)

(horses grunting and neighing)

(music intensifies)

(Beauty neighs)

- Oh, Alice!

- These two rascals saved Alice's life.

And he risked his own to do it.

Here, boy.

Oh, come along, come along.

It's little enough reward for such recklessness.

- Thank you, sir.

- Don't cry.

- And as for you.

Get that wretched animal out of my sight.

- Don't blame, Jonah, Mr. Armstrong.

He don't understand him.

- Is he still for sale?

- Don't make fun of me, boy.

- Will this buy him?

- Done!

- Here! Half of that was mine.

- All of it was.

You've just bought yourself a pony.

- Oh no.

No, go away!

Go on, get out of here. Go on!

Get away!

(Jonah screeching)

(adventurous theme music)