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(suspenseful orchestral music)

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(powerful orchestral music)

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(carriage rattling)

- Come on, come on!

- Headaches. Uh, Insomnia.

- What's that then?

- - It's sleeplessness, missus, it's sleeplessness.

- Oh.

- Coughs and cold. Uh, loss of appetite.

I've even known it to cure the gout.

I'm telling you madam, that with a bottle

of Joskin's Universal Panacea in your house,

you won't never need to go to no doctor.

No, not ever.

- How much is it then?

- Sixpence.

But you can't put a price on good health missus.

This is is the best physician what you've got.

This here's is an investment, innit.

An insurance.

- Doctor!

- What you doing?

- Colored water Mrs. Rogers.

The coloring's got lead in it.

It, it's poisonous!

(bottle smashing)

- [Mrs. Rogers] Oh!

(pan smashing)

- No! Wait a minute!

- You wait a minute!

I've analyzed this.

Three of my patients have acute enteritis

because of this rubbish.

(bottles smashing)

- [Mrs. Rogers] Oh!

And if you continue to sell it,

I'll see that you're prosecuted!

- You will, eh?

Go on, try it.

- Look I mean it, Joskins!

(horse whinnying)

- Don't you threaten me, matey.

I don't like being told what to do by no nosy village...

All right, all right! I'm going.

- And keep away from Five Oaks.

- Nobody threatens me matey.

Nobody!

Giddy up!

(lighthearted music)

(horse snorts)

(cheerful music)

(knife cutting)

- You'll bite your tongue clean through,

if that knife slips. And don't press so hard, Albert.

Leather's easy to work with, if you treat it gentle.

All it needs is a steady hand,

and sharp knife.

Ay, and sharp eyes too.

Have you seen my medicine anywhere, Albert?

- There you are Mr. Surtees.

It's nearly empty.

- Ah, thank you my boy.

- Is it nasty?

- Oh, you can hardly taste it.

- What's it for?

- Oh, just a tonic.

Nothing wrong with me.

Fit as a fiddle, I am.

(door bell jangles)

- (whistling) Good morning, good morning,

good morning, good morning.

- [Albert and Surtees] Good morning.

- My blessed reins have gone and snapped.

Please fix 'em for me, can you?

- Oh, better have ones, Mr. Joskins,

must be careful with a harness,

Your life must depend on it.

- Yeah.

- There now, that's safe for Dr. Gordon.

- Dr. Gordon?

- [Albert] Yes. That's Black Beauty's saddle,

The girth broke the other day.

- Lucky he wasn't at the gallop,

would've been a nasty accident.

- Yeah. Yeah.

- Let's have a look at your harness, Mr. Joskins.

- What?

Oh yeah!

Do you mind if I sat down for a bit?

Had a very hard morning.

- Certainly, certainly.

The long reins, up there, Albert.

Now bring them out with you.

- Right.

(door bell jangles)

(footsteps crunch)

(sinister music)

(knife cutting)

(stitches ripping)

- That's better.

Doesn't take care of his tack, does he?

All cracked and dry.

Oh.

- 'Ere, are you all right Mr Surtees?

- Oh, I'm fine, Albert, fine.

(door bell jangles)

- All finished then?

- All fixed Mr. Joskins.

- (laughing) Thank you very much Mr. Surtees.

Thank you very much indeed.

- Uh, Mr. Joskins.

- Yeah? What?

Oh, yeah, look, I'm a bit short at the moment.

Tell you what, I'll pay you when I call around next week.

'Ere, little present,

- But - No, no, no.

Don't thank me. See you next week.

Giddy up then!

Good day to you Mr. Surtees!

- What a bloomin' nerve. What don't people pay up

straight away Mr. Surtees?

- | know someone who will.

Hang on to that, Albert,

and get me Black Beauty's saddle, eh?

(door bell jangles)

(sinister music)

- [Surtees] Hurry up Albert!

- It's not finished, Mr. Surtees! All the stitching..

- Not finished? Not finished?

Of course it's finished. Here.

- No. Mr. Surtees!

- I've been repairing saddles all my life.

Come on.

Let's see. It's perfect!

And don't start telling me my job.

You're just a beginner and you've got a lot to learn.

And I want eight more bridal straps cutting

before I get back.

(sinister music)

- Here we are Mr. Surtees, and I'm obliged to you.

- Thank you, doctor.

Oh!

Dear, dear.

- Are you all right?

- Ah, a bit stiff, that's all.

- How's Albert getting on?

- Oh, thinks he knows everything already.

Good day to you doctor.

- Good day.

- There's three more in the surgery, doctor.

- I'm coming.

- What's wrong with everyone?

- Joskins's disease.

It looks as though I'm going to have a busy day.

- Can I help?

- Oh yes!

You can deliver some prescriptions for me.

- Right.

- Albert!

What are you up to?

- Nothing.

- I told you to get on with your work.

- But Black Beauty's saddle ain't safe,

I know it ain't, Mr. Surtees!

(sinister music)

(hooves pounding)

- Go on then, tell Dr. Gordon!

A fine fool you'll make of yourself!

- We'll see, won't we!

- Ah, you'll work for me no longer.

- Well that suits me fine!

Kevin! No, no, get back!

- Here. What are you doing?

- I got to get him Mr. Surtees!

Come on, boy. Come on!

(exciting music)

Kevin!

Kevin!

Stop, Kevin!

- So he wants a race, does he? Come on!

Kevin!

Kevin! Stop!

Come back!

(exciting music)

Come back!

(hooves pounding)

(music swells)

(hooves pounding)

(strap snapping)

(horse neighing)

Kevin! Kevin! (panting)

Kevin.

Beauty, go and fetch Dr. Gordon.

Go on!

(horse neighing)

(sinister music)

Kevin.

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(hooves pounding)

(water splashing)

(horse neighing and snorting)

- Albert's taken my horse.

He's got some silly idea Kevin's in danger.

- What sort of danger, Mr. Surtees?

- Made me very angry he did.

- What sort of danger?

- Fancy accusing me of bad workmanship.

Said I hadn't repaired,

I hadn't repaired Black Beauty's girth properly.

The young upstart.

(horse neighing)

- It's Beauty!

- [Amy] Where's his saddle?

- Which way did Kevin take, Amy?

- A shortcut over Wilk's Leap.

- Wilk's Leap.

Come on Beauty, off we go boy.

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(horse neighing)

- Dr. Gordon!

Dr. Gordon, here!

I told him, look,

I told the silly old fool, but he wouldn't listen.

(sinister music)

- It's concussion.

He may have cracked his skull.

- If only I'd stopped him going that way.

- No it wasn't your fault, Amy,

you, you're not to blame.

- Now Sir, you can't put a price on health, sir,

you can't put a price on it.

It's the most precious possession what you got, sir.

All right then Mr.

How many bottles did you say?

(footsteps crunching)

(floorboards creaking)

- I didn't think you'd want to come back.

How is Kevin?

- He's still unconscious.

- If only I'd listen to you.

- Shall I tell you why I came back?

Because,

when people are ill,

they don't always know what they're doing.

And you ain't fooled me Mr. Surtees,

so why don't you just go to the doctor,

instead of dosing yourself with this?

- I don't like doctors.

They've got some funny ideas.

- Are you scared to go?

- Yes.

- But what if there's another accident?

- Another accident?

No. There mustn't be another accident.

Mr. Joskins!

Suppose?

- I'll check his harness.

He's still in the neighbourhood.

But only if you promise to see Dr. Gordon.

- I promise, Albert.

Albert!

You're a very good friend.

(melancholy music)

(bottles rattling)

- Mr. Joskins!

- What do you want?

- It's about your new harness.

- Clear off!

Tell the old man I'll pay him next week.

- No, it isn't that.

There's been an accident.

- Accident?

- Yeah.

- Oh dear.

Ain't that the doctor's horse?

- That's right.

- Been hurt, has he?

- No. not him, his son.

- Oh, deary me, deary me. (tutting)

What a dreadful thing to happen.

Going fast, was he? When it broke,

the girth?

- I didn't say anything about the girth.

- Didn't you?

Oh, I mean, in a riding accident..

- I said an accident, and that's all!

(sinister music)

(horse neighing)

(Albert screams)

(Joskins shouting)

- Help! Help!

(horse neighing)

(Joskins shouting)

- Help!

- Help! Help!

(horse neighing)

(Joskins shouting)

(horse neighing)

Help!

Help!

- Get out of here!

(Albert panting)

- He's a dangerous brute, isn't he?

(Albert shouts, muffled)

- You're a bright lad, aren't you?

- Yeah.

- Too bright, I reckon.

- What are you gonna do about it?

- I'm gonna disappear, my little squeaker.

That's what I'm gonna do.

- Ow!

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(horse whinnies)

(bottles rattle)

(horse whinnies)

- Right!

(bottles rattle)

(horse snorting)

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(wagon rattling)

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(wagon rattling)

(hooves pounding)

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(wagon rattling)

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(energetic music)

(hooves pounding)

(horse whinnies)

- Come on.

(Albert groans)

(horse whinnies)

- There you are.

- No! What are you gonna do?

I didn't mean it!

- Don't fret yourself young fella me lad,

I ain't gonna Kill you.

I'm just gonna leave you here.

(water splashing)

And when they find you,

I'll be back in London.

(water splashing)

(horse neighing)

- No, no, no, no,

get away!

(horse neighing)

(hooves stamping)

(horse neighing)

Oh! Oh!

No! No! (screams)

(water splashing)

(Joskins shouting)

(Albert laughing)

Oh! Oh!

Oh! I can't swim!

Help me!

(sinister music)

I can't swim!

(horse whinnies)

Help me! I can't swim, oh God, help me!

(horse whinnies)

I can't swim!

I can't swim!

I can't..

Help me, help me, help me!

(suspenseful music)

Help me!

(horse whinnies)

Help me! Help me!

Help me!

(wagon rattling)

(water splashing)

- Hang on to that!

Get hold of it! Come on!

(water splashing)

(Joskins spluttering)

Hold on!

(horse snorts)

(bottles rattling)

(peaceful music)

(bottles clinking)

(Albert laughing)

(horse snorts)

(happy music)

(horse whinnies)

Mr. Surtees.

- Albert, what..

- I owe you an apology.

- Ah, that's all right.

- Dr. Gordon! Come quickly!

(suspenseful music)

(feet running)

- What happened?

(happy music)

- Mr. Surtees. It's Kevin. He's gonna be all right.

(peaceful music)

(horse whinnies)

(footsteps crunch)

(horse snorts)

- I'm going to make you the finest saddle you've ever seen.

(horse whinnies)

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(horse whinnies)