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(adventurous music)

(somber music)

- Jenny.

Jenny, I'm sorry.

If I hadn't have gone with Simey and--

- They'd have hurt you,

and they'd have taken Beauty anyway.

- No, no, it's all my fault.

I should have got Beauty away from them somehow.

- Oh, Ned.

- It's just lost.

I don't want to talk about it.

He's just lost.

- Yeah, but I'm gonna go on looking for Simey.

We'll get Beauty back.

Won't we, Jonah?

(horse neighing)

(sighing)

(horse neighing)

- Vicious beast, isn't he?

- Steady, come on. - I'll tell you what,

10 Pounds.

(Simey grunting)

Simey!

I'm a friend of yours,

but if I was to drop a word into the wrong place--

- Fine friend you are, Waggs.

(coins jingling)

- 10 Pounds.

- Now, get out of my yard

before I change my mind and call the police!

Otherwise-- - Don't threaten me.

John, Simon!

- All right.

I'm going.

I'm going!

(suspenseful music) (horse neighing)

- Bri!

- Ned!

- Don't you come any closer!

- All right, all right!

I ain't gonna hurt you.

- Where's Black Beauty?

- How would I know?

- Simey in there?

- No he ain't!

- Where is he then?

- Look, I run away from him.

When I told him you escaped, he clobbered me.

Well, he's clobbered me once too often!

So I run away from him.

If you can do it, so can I.

- Has he got Black Beauty?

- Maybe.

- Look Bri, I've got to find him.

I've got to bring Black Beauty back.

(birds chirping)

Let's jump him then!

Let's give him a taste of his own medicine.

Come on, then.

(suspenseful music)

(twig snapping)

(whistling)

- Who's there?

Come on out!

(whistling)

Ah!

- Hello, Simey.

- I knew you'd be back!

Friends don't desert old Simey.

- That's right.

Look who I brought with me.

- Well, if it isn't Neddy-boy,

King of the horse lovers!

Ha ha!

Clever of your Bri to get slippery Ned back

to your uncle Simey.

Must be my lucky day!

Ha ha!

Come in to me hidey-hole.

There, sit down.

- Where's Black Beauty, Simey?

What have you done with him?

- I found him a good home.

No thanks to you.

How much did you get for him, Simey?

- Well, well.

What's all this then?

What's it to you anyway, Bri?

I want my share.

Oh!

How rude.

How very rude of me to forget!

- Who was it, then?

- I don't want no more of your lip.

I'll teach you two to gang up on old Simey!

(horse neighing) (dramatic music)

(Simey grunting and screaming)

- Bri!

Get me out of this!

- We'll put you out, all right.

- Help, I'm burning!

What's happening?

Ah! (water splashing)

Help!

Help, I can't swim!

- Tell us who you sold Black Beauty to!

- Yeah, then we'll get you out!

- It was...

It was Waggs!

(playful music) (Simey gasping and splashing)

- I'll show you.

I'll get you, Ned Lewis!

- Thank you Bri, and good luck!

- Bye, Ned!

- I'll get you!

Oh, come back.

I'll be back!

I'll get you, yeah!

You want to put Simey out!

I'll get you! (grunting)

- Bring him over here.

Right.

Now let him be.

Right.

Now this is your last chance,

otherwise it's to the slaughter house with you!

Stand!

Stand! (horse neighing)

(Waggs grunting) (dramatic music)

Hold him, Simon!

(horse neighing) (dramatic music continues)

- Dr. Gordon!

Dr. Gordon!

- What is it, what's happened?

- It's Black Beauty.

I know where he is!

- Come on.

Inside, you can tell me all about it.

(reigns jingling)

(horse trotting)

- Whoa there, whoa boy, whoa!

Mr. Waggs?

- At your service.

- I'm informed that you have a horse of mine,

a black stallion.

- A black stallion?

Oh, no.

The only horses here belong to me.

- In that case, you won't mind if I look for myself.

No, not at all, not at all.

- Where is he, Mr. Waggs?

- You're a friend of Simey, aren't you?

- Simey?

Well, I know a man called Simey.

What of it?

- Yeah, well Simey told me

he sold black beauty to you.

- Father. - Hm?

This is Black Beauty's bridle.

- Where is he now, Mr. Waggs?

- All right, all right!

So he was here.

But I paid hard cash for him!

How was I to know he'd been stolen?

- You can explain that later in court.

Where is he now, Mr. Waggs?

- How would I know?

He's a mad one, he is!

He's just knocked the three of us down

and he's broke clear away over that fence over there!

- Come on! - Clear away!

He could be in the next county by now, for all I know!

- Come on, boy!

(suspenseful music) (horse trotting)

- Oh, come away, Jenny.

Looking outta the window and bring them back any quicker.

- Oh I know, Amy, but I do wish they'd come soon.

(carriage rolling)

- Amy, they're back!

Beauty's here!

Isn't it marvellous!

(carriage rolling)

- And he wasn't there.

- He had been, but he broke free just before we arrived.

- Oh, didn't you go and look for him?

- Yes, Jenny, we did.

- Still, if he's free he's bound to find his way home.

-Yes, yes.

He might be here time now.

- It's a long way, but he'll be back in the morning.

You'll see.

- You're all just talking, all of you!

- Now, Jenny-- - They're just words,

all of them!

None of them will bring Beauty back, not any of them!

(dramatic music)

(gentle music)

- You miss him like the rest of us, don't you Jonah?

I was so bloomin' clever.

I was sure I'd found him!

We will, though. (horse whinnying)

We've got to!

(gentle music continues)

Beauty!

Beauty!

- Beauty! - Beauty!

Where are you?

- Beauty!

(horse trotting)

- Hey!

Out of there, you!

(man grunting)

- Beauty!

- Beauty!

Come on, boy.

- [Jenny] Beauty!

Where are you?

Beauty!

(playful music)

(horse trotting)

- Oh, oh! (babbling) (horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music continues)

J Early one morning, just as the sun was rising J

- Ooh, they look nice.

(birds chirping) (horse snorting)

(footsteps approaching)

(dramatic music)

Oh, you poor horse.

(dramatic music continues)

Oh, who could have been so cruel to you?

If I knew who it was, I'd give him a piece of my mind,

that I would. (horse whinnying)

Oh.

(dramatic music continues)

There.

That's better, isn't it?

(horse neighing)

Come along now.

I'll take you home with me.

There we are!

Come on, come on.

Come on, boy.

(gentle music)

Here boy.

Come on.

There.

Oh, you poor horse.

We'll soon make you better, won't we?

I'll put some ointment on it.

- Hello Rosie, my love!

- Hello.

- Hey.

Where'd you find him, then?

- He's a stray, father!

I found him in the woods.

Oh, he's in such a bad way.

I'm gonna look after him.

- Oh, steady on, Rosie.

Better find out who owns him first, eh?

- Oh, I hope you don't!

The way they've been treating him,

they don't deserve him back!

- Whoa, boy.

- Ned, you shouldn't keep on blaming yourself.

It isn't anyone's fault, really,

except for Simey and Waggs.

- It was my fault that Simey and Waggs took Beauty!

- That's nonsense!

It was you who found both of them.

- Yeah, but I haven't found Beauty.

- Oh look, stop being so sorry for yourself!

We all miss Beauty, all of us.

But we've just got to go on searching

and hoping.

(cheerful music)

- Mike!

Hot mash!

Come on.

It will help to build your strength back.

(cheerful music continues)

- Yes.

He's healing up nicely, isn't he?

- M-hm, yes.

- Well.

We can't find the owner, can we?

- No.

- If you're gonna learn to ride him, my girl,

you better learn to do it properly. (grunting)

- (gasping) Thank you, father!

(playful music)

- Good, lass, good!

You're coming along well.

(horse trotting) (playful music continues)

(exciting music)

(horse galloping)

- Bye, doctor.

- Bye, Amy.

Jenny, come on!

We have a long way to go.

- Yes, father.

Bye Amy, bye Kevin!

- Goodbye, Ms. Nightingale.

See you at supper!

- We have a lot of patients to see today.

- You'd think she'd forgotten Beauty.

- No, don't you believe it.

(dramatic music)

(horse trotting)

- Well.

Mike looks in fine fettle, all right?

- He is, father.

He really feels at home here now.

- I've got a job to do over at Fleetwood this afternoon.

Why don't you two join me afterwards,

and we'll have a brew of tea up on the common?

- Well, that's a fair distance.

Hey.

Do you think we can manage it, Mike?

- Getting tired, Jenny?

Oh, well.

This is our last call.

(birds chirping) (horse galloping)

(somber music)

- Come along, Rosie, I've been waiting this quarter

of an hour.

You have a good ride?

- Oh, Father!

I don't know what was the matter with him today!

He seemed restless, somehow!

I thought perhaps he wanted his tea, too.

- Hope you haven't been riding him too hard.

(horse neighing)

- Mike!

(horse neighing)

Mike!

Mike! (dramatic music)

Mike, Mike!

Oh, quick father!

We must catch him before he hurts himself!

(adventurous music) (horse galloping)

(carriage rattling)

(horse galloping)

- Go on, Jonah.

Get in! - What's the matter, Jonah?

Hey, Jonah, come back here.

Come back!

(adventurous music continues)

(horses neighing)

- It's Black Beauty! He's come back!

He's come back, I knew he would!

Beauty!

- Oh Beauty, where you've been?

- I knew you'd come back, Beauty.

- Where did you go to? - What did Simey do with you?

- Whoa. - Mike!

Mike!

Oh Mike, I thought I'd lost you forever!

Oh, thank you for finding my horse!

I really thought I'd lost him!

- What do you mean, your horse?

He's ours!

(gentle music)

- He's not yours.

He can't be!

He's mine.

Show 'em, Mike.

Come on, Mike.

Come on, Mike.

Come on, come on.

Mike?

Come on, Mike!

Mike.

(horse trotting)

Come on, Mike.

Oh, beautiful horse.

(footsteps advancing) (birds chirping)

- Beauty?

Beauty!

(horse whinnying) (Jenny laughing)

Beauty!

- Mike!

Mike, come back!

(adventurous music)

(Rosie sobbing)

- No!

- Beauty.

Beauty, you're home.

(horse whinnying)

(Rosie sobbing) (somber music)

Come on, come on.

Father, Rosie and I were just wondering--

- It's all right.

It's all arranged.

- You don't know what I was going to say!

- Well, Dr. Gordon's coyly said

Rosie can come and visit Black Beauty here

as often as she wants.

- Oh thank you, Dr. Gordon!

And you too, Jenny!

Oh!

- Come on in now, everybody.

Come along!

There's tea and cakes in the kitchen.

(horse whinnying) (gentle music)

- Mike is a beauty, isn't he?

- By any name.

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighing)

(dramatic music)