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(intense music)

(upbeat music)

- Go on.

Come on Beauty.

(upbeat music)

(horse feet clomping)

Come on boy.

- Whoa there, whoa.

Beauty hasn't to be driven hard

while he's short of feed.

You ought to know that by now, Ned.

- I'm sorry.

I forgot.

Where are the sacks?

- The merchant hasn't got any oats left.

He's been cleaned out.

- Well, did you try somewhere else?

- Uh, no, it's the same all over.

Something about the bad harvest.

- Now we all know about the bad harvest, Ned

but I sent you to find oats for Beauty.

Well, don't you realise how important it is?

Look at the state he's in.

- We've got to find some oats from somewhere.

- Mr. Bolton over at Mayberry

he sells oats.

- I'll go.

- No, not yet.

Beauty's gotta be rested first and fed.

- It'll have to be hay and beans from now on

we've nothing else.

Poor old boy.

It's not what you're used to, is it?

- Did you get my milk jug?

You didn't forget.

- No, I got it.

- Thank you.

(intense music)

Oh Ned.

(soft music)

- Whoa boy, whoa Beauty.

- Hello, it's Ned, isn't it?

- That's right Mr. Bolton.

(man laughing)

- And how is me old friend Black Beauty?

This is Dr. Gordon's horse, Ben.

What do you think of him, aye?

- He is a beauty, no mistake.

- Yes.

I wager you you won't find a better horse

in Eddington at all.

Old Ben here looks after Squire's broken down old nags

don't you Ben?

- Now then, Charlie.

- Ah, go on, Ben lad.

Do you know what I look for, did you, aye?

Aye?

- We're clean out of oats, Mr. Bolton

and Dr. Gordon wondered if you could lend him a few bags.

- Oh well.

You're a bit lucky.

I just happen to have one bag left

and seeing how it's for Black Beauty

I'll gladly let you have it.

- Thanks.

- Right.

Maybe some more tomorrow.

If so, I'll bring them over.

Shan't be long.

- I'll be getting back then, Charlie.

- Yeah, righto then Ben.

And thanks for looking at Caesar.

- No charge.

(Charlie laughing)

Bye now.

(bird chirping)

Look after him, do you?

- [Ned] Of course.

- Know anything about horses?

- There isn't much I don't know about them.

- Like a job for tomorrow?

Up at Eddington Hall.

I'll give you six pennies.

- Six pennies?

I could buy a milk jug with that, couldn't I?

- Could buy three.

You'll have to work, mind.

- I'll work for it, all right.

- [Ben] Good, then that's settled.

Be at the stables at six tomorrow morning.

- Here we are.

One sack best quality oats.

May be more tomorrow.

Come on Beauty.

That'll keep ya going, aye?

Here we are now Beauty, that's the way.

Off you go.

- [Ned] Bye Mr. Bolton.

- Bye Ned.

- [Ned] Thank you very much.

- Bye.

(upbeat music)

(horse neighing)

- Fresh straw in each stall.

I'll be back.

(horse neighing)

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(water flowing)

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(horse neighing)

Hadn't you watered them horses yet?

Come on lad.

(upbeat music)

Put you back into it, boy.

Come over here.

Now

measure each feed carefully, see?

- It don't seem much.

- That's enough.

- Beauty gets more than that.

Quite a lot more.

- Then he's been overfed.

Anyway, there's a grain shortage.

(horse neighing)

What do you want boy?

- Uh.

I fed the horses.

What do you want me to do now?

- Go and sweep the yard.

Go on, off ya go.

What you staring at?

Seen sacks of oats before, haven't ya?

- You said there was a grain shortage.

- Oh well.

Well that's Mr. Armstrong.

Forewarned is forearmed.

He laid in a good supply.

- Where's that lot going?

- Never you mind.

Go on.

Get on with your work.

You don't think I'd steal grain from the Squire, do you?

- Well

it looks like he's got plenty.

- [Ben] True.

As a lot of people say wouldn't miss a few bags.

- [Ned] Yeah.

- What the eye don't see the heart don't grieve over

ain't that so?

- Yeah.

- [Ben] Would still be stealing though, wouldn't it?

- Yeah.

- So it's a good job Squire's got honest men

working for him, ain't that so?

- Yeah.

Yeah, isn't it?

(slow music)

(horses neighing)

Jenny?

- Ned.

Father's very angry about you coming to work here.

You're to find more oats for Beauty.

- I know where there's enough for a whole army of horses.

Bring beauty inside.

Come on Beauty.

(intense music)

Go in there.

Ben Potter's stealing grain from the Squire.

- What?

- It's true.

Not only that, he's giving all the horses short rations.

- But how dreadful.

What are you going to do about it?

(horse neighing)

Be quiet, Beauty.

- What can I do?

- Tell the Squire.

- I couldn't, that's sneaky.

- Well what about Potter?

He's stealing from someone he works for.

- [Ned] Shhh.

- [Jenny] Someone who trusts him.

There's nothing more sneaky than that.

But what about the horses?

They're supposed to go hungry, are they?

Well, I think he's wicked.

If you don't go and tell the Squire, I shall.

(horse neighing)

Be quiet, Beauty.

(horse neighing)

- Oh, I dunno.

Whatever I do, I seem to land up in more trouble.

- Well, if you keep quiet about it

you'll be as bad as he is.

- How'd you make that out?

- It's true.

- But I don't like the Squire.

- Well, what's that got to do with it?

- All right

will you come with me?

- Of course I will.

- Squire Armstrong.

- Turn out your pockets.

Did you hear me, turn out your pockets.

(intense music)

- You see, sir?

- Give it back to him.

- But I, I'd never.

- Why did you do it Ned?

I was trying to help ya.

Stealing from a friend.

- But I didn't steal it.

It's a trick.

He put it there.

He wants to shut me up.

- Will you be silent Louis?

You have been caught red handed.

Stealing from someone who gave you work

that is despicable.

You may have fooled Dr. Gordon

but you've never fooled me.

(intense music)

- I didn't steal it, Jen.

(intense music)

- Please, Mr. Armstrong.

- I'm sending for constable Dickins.

- But it's Ben Potter who's the thief.

- I've been very patient with you, my girl.

If you continue to make these wild accusations

you'll be in trouble, as well.

- They're not wild accusations.

- Then where's your proof?

(Ben throat clearing)

- I'm real sorry, miss.

But I had to tell the Squire about it.

You'd done the same, wouldn't you?

(slow music)

- Proof?

Of course.

We've got to find where he takes the sacks.

It's the only way we'll save Ned.

(horse neighing)

(intense music)

All right, Beauty.

You stay here.

(intense music)

(box lid thumping)

(horse feet clomping)

- Here Cesar.

Stay there Cesar.

(jaunty music)

Here we are, then.

- You're late.

- You're jumpy.

- Ah, I've just had a day with that young Louis boy.

I give him a job up at Eddington Hall

and he goes and catches on.

What's going on?

He was gonna tell the Squire

so I fixed it.

- [Charlie] Yeah, how come?

- [Ben] I planted some money on him.

- [Charlie] Oh, by happens.

But you're a tricky fella then, aren't ya?

See you singing in the church choir every Sunday

you'd think what villain you are.

- Now you watch your tongue, Charlie.

(Charlie laughing)

- Where's the stuff, then?

In here?

(intense music)

- [Ben] No, of course it ain't.

- Well, where is it, then?

- [Ben] Over here.

(Charlie laughing)

- You getting reckless?

- No, just greedy.

(Charlie laughing)

- Well, come on, then.

(door lid creaking)

- All right, all clear.

(birds chirping)

- Did he offer any explanation as to

why the money was found in his pocket, sir?

- He said Potter put it there.

After that, he began slandering Potter

in a most malicious way.

- Well Ned, ain't you got anything to say?

- Oh, what's the use?

I just hope he keeps on robbing you, that's all.

Cause you don't want the truth, do you?

(intense music)

- There you are there, then.

- That ain't enough.

- [Charlie] What'd you mean?

That's why I always paid.

- Maybe, but the price just went up.

- Look, I paid for nine sacks, Ben Potter.

- You paid for eight.

That one will cost you 10 shillings.

(jaunty music)

- All right, you keep it then.

And don't don't bother to steal no more

Cause I'm not gonna buy them.

(Ben laughing)

- You'll change you'll tune.

Don't forget, I know what you are selling them for.

- Ah, you're no better than a common thief, Ben Potter.

(Ben laughing)

Go on Caesar.

(horse feet clomping)

(intense music)

- [Jenny] Help!

Help!

Beauty, Beauty!

Help!

(horse neighing)

Help me!

Help!

Help!

Help!

(intense music)

Beauty!

(wood banging)

Beauty I'm here, help!

(horse neighing)

Beauty here!

(horse neighing)

(intense music)

Beauty, Beauty, I'm here.

Help me, please.

Beauty.

Beauty, what are you doing?

(intense music)

(Jenny banging on lid)

Oh, Beauty.

Beauty, you wonderful horse.

Oh, eat them all if you want to.

You've just saved my life.

Oh mauh.

Come on.

- Go.

Go on lad.

Oh, get Ben Potter.

- If only I knew who the other man was

I'd make the Squire believe me then.

(horse neighing)

What's the matter?

What does it mean?

A trail.

You clever boy.

Come on.

(jaunty music)

(horse feet clomping)

(jaunty music)

Good day, Mr. Bolton.

- Whoa Caesar, whoa boy.

Good day to you, my dear.

And how is Black Beauty?

- We're on the trail of oats.

- Well, then I'm just your man.

No, don't look so surprise.

I managed to lay me hand on a few bags.

You'll never guess where.

- Someone who's got plenty.

- Yes, yes, that's right.

Yeah.

- Very nice of him to let you have some.

- Yes, he was, wasn't it?

Yes, yeah.

I'm just taking a few bags to your house right now.

- Oh, how very kind of you.

I'll ride on ahead and tell my father you're coming.

I'm sure he'll give you a warm welcome, Mr. Bolton.

(Mr. Bolton laughing)

- Bye bye, my dear.

(intense music)

- All right lad, up you go.

(intense music)

(jaunty music)

- [Mr Bolton] Whoa Cesar, whoa.

- Hi Mr. Bolton

we've been expecting you.

- Ah, Jenny's told you about the oats.

- Oh yes.

She's tell me everything.

- Oh good, good.

Three bags then?

I'm afraid the price is rather high.

- I thought it might be.

- Yes.

Well that's how it is, I'm afraid.

Can't do nothing about it.

Very hard to come by nowadays, oats is.

As you know.

I just have to beg, borrow or.

- Or steal them, Mr. Bolton.

(Mr. Bolton laughing)

- Well, you know what I mean?

- Yes, I know exactly what you mean.

- Trail of guilt, Mr. Bolton.

All the way to Ben Potter's hiding place.

(intense music)

(horse neighing)

(Mr. Bolton yelling)

Go!

Get him off me, get him off me!

Get him away from me.

I'll come quietly.

- All right, Beauty.

I think he's learned his lesson.

(upbeat music)

- There you are, Beauty

from Squire Armstrong.

I'm grateful.

Thanks for helping to unmask a couple of villains.

- What will happen to them?

- I'm afraid they'll go to prison.

- I didn't get any money, Aunt Amy.

Silly, isn't it?

Cause I did want to get you a milk jug.

- I know.

And if you'd kept quiet about Ben Potter

he'd have paid you.

- Yeah, but I couldn't do that, could I, Jen?

- I'm glad.

That was a better present than a milk jug

wasn't it, Beauty?

(horse neighing)

- Oh, by the way

I talked to Mr. Armstrong and he said

you can help out for the stables

at Eddington Hall until they replace Ben Potter.

You'd like that, wouldn't you?

(Dr. Gordon laughing)

- No.

No.

Not me.

Look at these blisters.

One horse is enough to look after.

And a challenge, too.

(upbeat music)

(horse neighing)