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(suspenseful music)

(climactic music)

(mysterious music)

- Who's there?

(climactic music)

Stay where you are, stop!

The dogs will tear you to pieces, come back!

(dogs barking)

Crocar, Crocar!

(suspenseful music)

- Ah, Gordan, there you are.

- What's the trouble, Mr. Armstrong.

- We had a prowler last night,

and Crocar with his usual efficiency, set the dogs.

(dogs barking)

(Beauty neighing) - Whoa, whoa, whoa!

- Get those animals out of here, Crocar!

We had a prowler last night and Crocar

with his usual efficiency set the dogs

on the wrong man.

He attacked one of my grooms and let the thief go scot-free.

- What ever possessed you to get them in the first place?

- Self preservation.

(dramatic music)

(slow music)

How is he?

- He'll be all right in a few weeks

but if you don't get rid of those dogs

it could happen again.

- Not until that is in London.

- What is it?

- My grandfather brought it back from India

at the end of his campaigns.

It's solid gold.

And those eyes, they're perfect matching diamonds.

(dramatic music)

- Must be worth a fortune.

- Several fortunes.

I'm taking it to London this week

but until then the dogs will have to stay.

- Even though they may cost someone his life.

- If necessary, yes.

(dogs barking)

(suspenseful music)

J There's a hole in my bucket dear Liza dear Liza J

♪ A hole in my bucket dear Liza a hole J

(chickens calling)

Jenny!

(Albert hollers) (water splashing)

Oh crikey.

(quirky music)

Jenny, Jenny, Jonah's not in the stable.

- Albert, you're soaking wet.

- He's gone. - Not again.

- Albert you're soaking wet,

will you go and get changed immediately please.

- Come on, he can't have gone far.

- Wait!

(Beauty neighing)

- Can we borrow Beauty please?

- What for? - To find Jonah.

- Beauty always knows where he is when he runs away.

(Mr. Gordon chuckles)

- All right, Beauty, find Jonah if you can.

- He's always been able to before.

(dramatic music)

- See what I mean? - Bye, Father,

we won't be Ion?. (Mr. Gordon chuckling)

(suspenseful music)

(Beauty snorting)

(Jonah neighing)

Albert, wait for me.

- It's Beauty, he's got longer legs than us.

Well done, boy, hello Jonah.

What's the matter with him?

His hoof's stuck, it won't budge.

Look, I have to go back to the farm for a saw.

- Right.

(slow flute music)

What's that?

- It's music.

Somebody's playing music.

(slow flute music)

Where's it coming from?

- Well, it seems to be coming from all around us.

- Good morning children.

(dramatic music)

I didn't mean to startle you.

(Jonah neighing)

Oh, Jonah.

Hello, Beauty.

I see you're in trouble again.

A tree's caught him this time and refuses to let go.

In the life before this he must have done some injury

to this tree.

(Albert chuckling)

- How can you injure a tree?

- We've all lived before in many different shapes.

Who knows what this tree might have been in the life

before this.

Whoever it was, it was certainly somebody very stubborn.

All right, Jonah, we've found a stick for you.

Here, Albert hold this.

Tree cracking) (Rana grunting)

There you are.

Off you go, boy. - Go on, Jonah.

(Jonah neighing)

- How did you know our names?

- I know a great deal about all of you.

I'm Rana, high priest of Asher.

- How do you do? - How do you do?

Thanks for helping Jonah by the way.

- It was lucky you were passing by.

- It was not luck, I was led here by my goddess, Asher,

she knew you would help me.

- Well, how?

- Let me take shelter in your stable tonight.

The English nights are a bit colder

than the ones I'm used to.

- Well, well, of course you can

but I'll have to ask my father.

- No, your father is a good man

but even he mustn't know about me.

I should come and go silently.

Please?

- Well, all right then.

- You must swear to keep my presence here a secret,

promise? - We promise.

- Cross my heart and hope to die.

- Thank you.

Asher has chosen you well.

We shall meet again, until such time

may the eyes of Asher watch over you and keep you safe.

(mysterious music)

- Hey, he's got four eyes.

- Oh they must have been painted on or something.

- I hope so, don't wanna think the four eyes

slept in our stable. - No.

(slow music)

Look, perhaps we ought to say something to Father.

- Have you forgotten? - What?

- The eyes of Asher are watching you.

(slow instrumental music)

(Beauty neighing)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(tapping on wall)

- Albert, Albert, come in here quickly.

(dramatic music)

(Beauty trotting)

- What's the matter?

- Rana's just ridden off on Beauty.

- Stolen him?

- Well, perhaps he's only borrowing him.

- What are we gonna do?

- We'll just have to wait until morning

and hope he'll bring beauty back by then.

- But what if he doesn't?

- Then we'll just have to tell Father

and take the consequences.

- Oh, crikey.

(slow music)

(quirky music)

- Oh, Beauty, I'm so glad you're back.

- [Rana] Good morning, children.

- Mr. Rana, where did you go last night?

- I went to sleep.

- No, where did you go with Beauty?

I saw you ride off with him last night.

- It must have been in your dreams, Jenny.

- But you saw me, I was in the window,

you looked up and you waved at me.

- Ah, yes, now I remember.

In my dreams I waved at somebody in the window

and that's why we saw each other.

You see, we were dreaming the same dream.

(slow music)

- It wasn't a dream, it wasn't.

(horses trotting)

- Gordon, Gordon, where are you?

- Good morning, Mr. Armstrong, can I help you?

- Oh, Gordon, the prowler visited me again last night

and this time he got what he was after.

- The idol? - It's gone.

Crocar was useless, of course.

But he did see somebody riding away on that black horse

of yours.

- [Mr. Gordon] But Beauty haven't left his stable all night.

- I'll check that for myself, if you don't mind.

- Excuse me, Mr. Armstrong, how do you know it was Beauty

he saw, it was night, it could have been any horse.

- It there some reason why you don't want me

to look in that stable, Miss Gordon?

- No, no reason at all.

- In that case.

- He's gone. - Who's gone?

- Beauty, Beauty's gone.

-Yes, so I see.

It appears whoever took my property also stole your horse.

- He was gone when I got here.

- Have you a gun? - What for?

- To use against this fellow

if he becomes dangerous of course.

I'll organize a manhunt.

- Don't you think you ought to inform the proper authorities

before you start terrorizing the countryside?

- Confound your impotence, Gordon.

I trust you'll have no objection

to my recovering your property whilst I'm terrorizing

the countryside.

(horses trotting)

- Armstrong, don't be a fool, you'll kill someone!

- Now, we're for it.

We've lost Black Beaut?/, we've told your father a lie

and when they find out what we've done,

they'll throw us in prison or helping a thief.

- Oh, look you don't know Mr. Rana's a thief.

- He's stolen Beauty hasn't he?

What's to stop him stealing something else?

Oh, I wish he'd never come.

(Albert hollers)

- [Jenny] What's the matter?

- I sat on something.

(dramatic music)

Crikey.

- Albert, look at it's eyes.

- Wow. (Jenny gasping)

(suspenseful music)

(climactic music)

- Now that they think I'm a thief, I'm no longer safe.

You must take me and my goddess to the next county

before nightfall if it's agreeable to you.

(Beauty neighing)

Thank you.

(dramatic music)

- Whatever Mr. Armstrong says, this must belong to Mr. Rana,

his hands has got eyes in them just like these.

- I've got it. - What?

- If Black Beauty can always lead us to Jonah,

Jonah can lead us to Black Beauty.

Now Jonah, I want you to find Black Beauty and Mr. Rana,

go on.

(Jonah neighing)

Come on put it in there.

Let's go.

(Jonah trotting)

(quirky music)

- Albert! - Oh come on.

- Oh, a lot of help he's turned out to be.

- Well, he's brought us this far, hasn't he?

- He was only after the grass, he wasn't interested

in finding Beauty.

- I think he's found something.

- More grass probably.

(Jonah neighing)

- Go on, boy.

(quirky music)

Come on.

- [Jenny] Albert!

(suspenseful music)

- Yeah, he must be hiding in the woods.

Probably waiting till dark before he slips

out of the county.

Get back to the others and bring them here.

If he comes out before you get back, I'll be ready for him.

(mysterious music)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

(Jonah neighing)

- Mr. Rana! - Mr. Rana!

- Mr. Rana! - Mr. Rana!

Oh Mr. Rana, you're in terrible danger.

- Squire Armstrong says you stole an idol off him.

- I stole nothing.

- Many years ago, a precious idol of our goddess was stolen

from the temple in my village.

And when I became high priest on the death of my father,

I swore to restore it.

And for many years I looked for it everywhere

until finally I discovered who had stolen her.

And last night I took her back.

But today I have lost her again.

- Mr. Rana.

(dramatic music)

(Mr. Rana laughing)

(children laughing)

- Oh thank you.

(slow music)

- It's all clear come on.

- I'll send Beauty back to you as soon

as I've got to the county border.

- All right.

Take care, Mr. Rana.

- Thank you, dear Jenny and Albert.

I shall never forget what you've done for me

and for my people.

Come on, Beauty.

- Bye. - Bye.

(Beauty trotting)

(dramatic music)

- Stop!

- Oh no, it's Mr. Armstrong! - Go Beauty, go!

(Beauty neighing)

- [Mr. Armstrong] Stop!

Go on, go!

- Oh no, they're heading to the gravel pit.

- No, Mr. Rana come back it's a dead end!

- Mr. Rana!

- It's a dead end that way!

(suspenseful music)

(horses trotting)

(climactic music)

- [Mr. Armstrong] You'd better stop or I'll shoot!

- Come on, Beauty what's the matter?

(Beauty neighing)

We've come so far, don't let me down now.

(Beauty neighing)

Come on boy, that's right, come on.

(Beauty neighing)

- Get off that horse.

I said get off the horse.

You can speak English can't you?

- Get off the horse.

- Is this what you're looking for, Mr. Armstrong?

- And the thief who stole it.

- I too looked for a thief, but he's dead isn't he,

your grandfather.

- You impotent scum, my grandfather brought that back

from the wars.

- And what is a war if not glorified theft?

He stole it from our temple.

- Give it to me or I shoot.

- The vengeance of Asher is swift.

- Confound you!

(mysterious music)

(horse neighing)

(suspenseful music)

(dramatic music)

- All right, Beauty we can go now.

(Beauty neighing)

No, Beauty there is no way out there.

Beauty, I know he is hurt

but what do you want me to do?

Do you want me to go and help my enemy

and miss this chance of taking the goddess

back to the temple?

What human life can compare with the goddess?

(horse neighing)

No, Beauty, I will not lift a hand to save him.

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Beauty neighing)

Jenny, call your father.

- Father!

Father, it's Mr. Armstrong, he's been hurt.

- Amy, bring my bag and some hot water please.

How did it happen?

- I fell off my horse.

- Rana, what really happened?

- Beauty showed me that before I can serve my goddess,

I must first learn to serve man.

You go back to your father now Jenny,

I'll see Beauty back to his stable comfortably.

Come on.

(slow music)

- Thank you.

- That Indian fellow, I nearly shot him.

Good of him to bring me back.

He better take the idol back to his own people,

it's been a confounded headache from start to finish.

(slow flute music)

- He's gone.

He was here and then he went.

He said everything was all right though.

Is it? - I think so.

- He was in an awful hurry.

- He's got a long way to go.

- [Albert] Then he won't need Beauty anymore then.

- No, I think Beauty's taught him what he needs to know,

haven't you boy, huh?

(Beauty neighing)

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(Beauty neighing)