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(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(upbeat music)

- Hello, Albert.

Where are you going?

- To see my aunt.

- Oh, is she any better?

- No, my uncle’s still worried about her.

- Oh dear.

(crashing and banging)

(banging on door) - Briggs, open this door.

- You go away, you.

Go away, leave us alone.

- Hurry up with that.

I told you we required four hours extra work a day

from every man on this estate during harvest time.

You're not prepared to give it.

Now, come out or we'll break down this door.

- I won't come out.

- All right.

You've been given fair warning.

(suspenseful music) Like that.

- My wife's sick, she may be dying.

- It comes to us all in due time.

- Can't she even die in peace?

- [Fletcher] Certainly, but not in this cottage.

It's needed for the man who will do his fair share

and keep his rent up to date.

Right.

Crashing sound dramatic music

- Now, you get out of here, you.

Get out.

Put that down.

Give me that back, you.

- What are they doing?

Come on. (horse neighing)

- Stay there, Beauty.

- Uncle, what's happening?

- We're being turned out by the squire.

- Out of the house?

Oh, I can't believe Mr. Armstrong

would do anything so cruel.

- I'm acting on his instructions, miss,

so you just keep out of it.

- Give me that chair back.

- Harris, give that brat the back of your hand.

- Leave him alone. - I said keep out of it.

Anything else?

- Only a bed, sir. His woman's in it.

- [Fletcher] Fetch it out.

- You leave my house alone.

- Get out of the way. (grunting)

All right, Briggs, that does it.

Assault and battery.

You'll do two years behind bars for this.

Take him away. - Come on.

- Take Black Beauty. - Right.

- Go on, get him on the horse.

- Come on.

(horse neighing) (dramatic music)

- Come on, uncle, get up quick.

- Come on, get a hold of them.

(horse neighing)

Come back here.

Get the horse, after them.

I won't forget you, young lady.

- And I won't forget you.

- Right, quiet.

- Try to relax, Mrs. Briggs.

I'll bring the doctor back later.

- Quiet, Beauty.

(horses galloping)

What now?

- I don't know.

We could just lie low for a bit.

Work out what's best to do.

- I know, Bird Island, well, we can hide there.

- We?

I don't want you getting mixed up in this.

- But I am in it, they're after me too.

Come on, Beauty.

(upbeat music) (horse neighing)

(foreboding music)

- Looks like we lost them, Mr. Fletcher.

- For the moment, yes.

But I think I know where we can pick up the trail again.

Come on.

- Father, you must come quickly.

They're turning Mr. Briggs

and his wife out of their cottage.

- What? Who?

Who are they?

- The squire's men.

- But they mustn't do that.

Mrs. Briggs is a very sick woman.

Don't they understand?

Moving her now could kill her.

- They wouldn't listen.

We've got to do something at once.

Couldn't you go and see the squire?

- I must see Mrs. Briggs right away.

Where's her husband?

- Oh, he escaped.

- Escaped? What do you mean?

- He attacked Fletcher.

They were going send him to prison,

but Albert got him away on Black Beauty.

- No, he shouldn't have done that.

- Well, why not?

- Well, Briggs has put himself in the wrong.

By fighting and running he's committed a crime.

They could throw him into prison for it.

- Well, but they won't catch him, not on Beauty.

- Well, the man can't run forever.

He must give himself up then, perhaps we can help him.

- Well then I'll come with you.

- No you don't, you stay here.

I'll deal with it.

(somber music)

- What do you think you're doing?

- Get your father out here.

- Mr. Fletcher, what do you want here?

- I'm looking for an escaped criminal.

That meddling daughter of yours helped him get away.

- I hear you ejected Mr. Briggs from his cottage

with remarkably little compassion.

When I've seen to Mrs. Briggs,

I intend to take up your behaviour with the squire.

- You'll get no satisfaction from him.

I'm acting on his behalf.

That black horse of yours is not in the stable.

Where is it?

- I don't see what it's got to do with you.

- Aiding and abetting a criminal is a very serious offence.

You're all involved, all of you.

- I'm going to see my patient.

Would you mind getting off my property?

(mellow music)

- Right, keep your eye on the cottage.

Briggs might still decide to make it by here.

Go on.

(horse neighing)

- There it is, Bird Island.

Come on, boy.

Go on, come on. (horse neighing)

We'll be safe as anything.

- We can't hide here forever.

- Of course not, but I have a plan.

We'll send a message to Dr. Gordon, tell him we're here

and he'll know how to help.

- I hope so.

- Of course he will.

- Well, you better get going then, haven't you?

I - Me? [Mr. Briggs] Yeah.

- I'm not going.

I wanted too, remember.

I'm not giving them a chance to catch me.

Then how are we gonna let the doctor know?

- Our trusty steed, he'll get through

because he's just going home, aren't you, Beauty?

(horse neighing)

(ominous music)

Away you go, Beauty.

To the rescue, go on, boy, go.

(dramatic music)

Go on, Beauty. Quickly, away you go.

(horse neighing)

- Beauty.

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing)

- Well now, now get your horses

and we'll take it back to the hall.

Right, come on.

(horse neighing)

(horse neighing)

Now, you two, put this beast in a loose box.

- Come on. (horse neighing)

- The thing is, where are Briggs and the boy?

- I don't know, sir.

He won't get far without that horse.

- What was he doing loose?

- He was untethered and he got away.

Then we can use him as evidence.

- Yes, it'll be some time

before Dr. Gordon sees his horse again.

(horse neighing)

Perhaps that'd teach him to side with troublemakers.

- [Fletcher's Helper] He's a wild one.

- Well, we'll soon knock that out of him.

Give me a hand, hurry.

Get over there.

Come on, what's the matter with you?

Are you flanking him or something?

(horse neighing) Get him in there.

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

- Sir, look at this.

- We've got them.

They're on Bird Island.

(horse neighing)

Right, come on, get your horses, all of you.

Lock that box, come on.

(dramatic music) Come on.

(horse neighing)

- Quiet, Beauty, it's me, Kevin.

(horse neighing)

Come on, we're going home.

(horse neighing)

Come on, we haven't much time.

Come on, Beauty, they may come back.

It's only a piece of paper.

Bird Island. Well done, Beauty.

(upbeat music)

- Kevin.

- Where did you find Beauty?

- No time to explain.

Tell father I've gone to help Albert and Mr. Briggs.

They're at Bird Island.

Fletcher's after them, he knows they're there.

Come on.

- [Jenny] But father's not here.

He's with Mrs. Briggs.

What are we going to do?

- Your father told you to stay out of it.

- Well, you can stay here and do the washing.

I'm not going to.

(bell ringing)

- Yes?

- We must see Mr. Armstrong right away.

- He has just returned from a journey.

He must not be disturbed under any circumstances.

- Oh, mustn't he?

- I beg your pardon.

- We've come to see you about one of your tenants.

- And since when have my tenants

been any business of yours, mam?

- Well, this one is, his name is George Briggs.

- Briggs?

- He lives in one of your cottages.

- All right, Boyington.

Briggs, oh yes, I know who you mean.

But he's no longer a tenant of mine.

I believe he's just been put out.

- Why is he being evicted?

- Really, you must ask my bailiff about that.

If it's any concern of yours, which I take leave to doubt...

- His wife is a patient of Dr. Gordon's and she's very sick.

And if she slept without a roof over her head--

- Briggs should have thought of that

before he refused to work.

- Briggs has been far too busy nursing his sick wife

to think about very much else.

- Well, I'm afraid I know nothing of that.

- You should.

You should be the first to know.

- Jenny.

- I have a large estate to run, mam.

It is not a charitable institution.

If Fletcher wishes to dismiss a man for not working,

I must allow him to use his own judgement.

- Mr. Armstrong,

I'm sure you don't know how these people are being treated.

- He should know.

Why doesn't he know? - Jenny.

- He says he has a large estate to run.

How can he run it without people like Mr. Briggs?

- That is quite enough.

- It's not enough.

George Briggs is a decent, honest, hardworking man.

What right have you got to use people like him

and then just toss them aside

when they're down on their luck?

- Young lady, I cannot possibly be expected to care

for every Tom, Dick and Harry who works for me.

- Why don't you come with me and look at the conditions

in which they've been living?

- And who are you to tell me what I should do?

- I'm me, I'm Jenny Gordon.

(drum roll)

- I don't know what's to become of my Mary.

If that Fletcher catches up with me

they'll put me in prison.

- Yes, but they haven't caught us yet, uncle.

- Yeah, I know Fletcher, he's a devil, he won't give up.

Forces us to live like pigs.

He treats animals better.

If a human's sick, he kicks them.

- When Dr. Gordon tells squire Armstrong what's happened--

- He won't help, why should he?

Cheap lab our lines his pockets.

(making noise to be quiet) (dramatic music)

- Spread out, men and keep your eyes open.

- But how did they know we were here?

- What's it matter?

At least I can make a fight for it.

- Oh, you wouldn't stand a chance.

Come on. Come on.

(dramatic music)

- They're in here somewhere.

- It's just like that story

how Dick Turpin swam his horse across the raging torrent.

God, it's cold.

(splashing sound)

- The man who catches Briggs will get a golden guinea.

- Mr. Fletcher.

Mr. Fletcher, over there, look.

(splashing sound)

- Cut them off, spread around the lake.

Catch them when they land.

(dramatic music)

- Come on.

- There they go.

Call the others. (horn sound)

Spread out the line.

We'll flush them like partridge.

We'll ride them down like a fox.

Come on, move.

(horn sound)

(indistinct), flush them out.

They're probably gone to earth by now.

(suspenseful music)

(horn sound)

(upbeat music)

- What's happened, Beauty?

Where are they? (horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

- Albert.

Go on, boy, you run for it.

- I'm not gonna leave you, uncle.

- There's no need for them to get you as well.

- Come on.

(dramatic music)

(upbeat music)

(horse neighing)

(suspenseful music)

(grunting) No, no, Kevin, get back.

%dramatic music horse neighing

- Well then, been trespassing in squire Armstrong's stables,

I reckon you're in trouble.

Bring these two along.

Briggs, first we're gonna finish

our little job at the cottage,

then I'm gonna turn you in and let the law take its course.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

- There.

- Squire Armstrong, this woman needs nourishment.

She needs to be kept dry and warm

and above all, she needs to be free from anxiety.

(foreboding music)

- Now let's finish what we've started.

- Finish what, Fletcher?

- Well, just putting out the troublemaker Sir.

- You didn't tell me what the trouble was.

- Well, that man attacked me.

You have to deal very firmly with these people, sir,

otherwise they take advantage.

You'll find that when you've been here a little longer.

- Don't tell me what to do.

All right, Briggs.

- But this man won't work, sir.

- I'm willing to work as soon as my wife's well.

- Put the furniture back inside.

And when you've done that,

you can pick up your money and go.

- But, sir.

%dramatic music horse neighing

(mellow music)

- Well done, Beauty.

(upbeat music)

(horse neighing)