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(energetic music)

(music crescendos)

(energetic music continues)

(lively majestic music)

(mildly suspenseful music)

(hooves clomping)

(horse whinnying)

- Faster, boy!

(horse galloping quicker)

(horse nickers)

- (Mr. Jennings panting) Oh. Ah.

- Mr. Jennings!

(suspenseful music)

Mr. Jennings!

Are you alright?

- Nope. No, don't move me!

Get Dr. Gordon.

- But why don't we take Beauty out?

- No, father wants him for his rounds today.

- What we're gonna do then?

- You can help me wash down the trap.

- That's not fun, that's work!

- Please yourself.

- Hey!

(birds chirping)

(loud whistle)

(horse whinnies)

(birds chirping)

- Come on, Beauty.

You're bored, too, eh?

What do you say we got once down the woods?

They'll never know.

We'll be back before they miss us.

What do ya say?

(horse whinnies)

Good, come on then.

(pleasant music)

(galloping)

Go on, Beauty!

(chickens clucking)

Heh, well done, Beauty.

Enjoy your gallop?

(horse nickers)

- So did .

We're the best.

Come on!

- Beauty!

(birds chirping)

Where is he?

- Albert must have taken him.

- What? Didn't he know I needed him?

- I don't think so.

- You mean you didn't tell him?

Kevin, no one is to take Black Beauty

without my permission!

I have to know where he is in case I'm called out.

- Yes, father.

- Look, there's a man lying injured,

and his suffering will be prolonged

because of your thoughtlessness.

- Sorry.

- There he is, doctor.

- Mm?

- Come on, Beauty.

Let's show them. Come on!

- You can thank your lucky stars

they had the sense not to go far.

Albert, quickly!

(distant hoof beats)

My bag, Amy.

All right.

(birds chirping)

(hoof beats clopping)

- What's he playing at?

Albert! Now that's enough! Come back!

Young fool.

Now stop playing about, Albert!

[Albert] - Come on, boy, we can do it.

- He's going for the high hedge.

- There's a ditch on the other side.

-We can do it.

Come on, come on, over!

We done it!

Did you see it, did you see us?

We showed 'em, didn't we, boy.

- Get off that horse, get down at once.

At once!

- I was just...

- You were just showing off,

risking not only your own life but Beauty's as well.

- I knew I could do it.

- You've neither the experience

nor the skill to take jumps like that.

And you're as much to blame as he is, Kevin.

Did you think what would happen if Beauty had

fallen and been injured, hm?

He'd have to be destroyed!

From now on, neither of you is to ride Black Beauty again

without my express permission!

I've said before, this time I mean it!

Follow me, Jack!

[Jack] - Right, doctor!

- I didn't hurt him, did 1?

- You could have.

- Whose side are you on?

- Father was right, and I did tell you

we weren't to ride Beauty today.

(melancholy music)

- I didn't mean any harm.

- I know.

- Can I help you, Kevin?

- Well, I'm gonna clean out the stable.

You can get Beauty's feed ready for when he comes back.

(joyful music)

- Kevin?

- Kevin, have you seen my washing line?

- No.

(exasperated sigh)

(oops music)

(lighthearted music)

- Albert!

(wringing out the wash)

- Kevin!

- It wasn't me, Amy.

- No. Is the wind, I suppose.

Look at that!

And it'll all have to be done again

because of your carelessness.

- Albert!

- What do you make of it, doctor?

- His feet are tender.

You might get your groom to clean

out the litter in his table a little more often.

Oh, let's have a look at you, boy, hm?

Whoa, easy, son, easy.

Ah yes, his mouth's very soft.

Could be the bit that hurts him,

and that's what made him bolt.

- I see.

- Otherwise, he's in pretty good shape.

Just see to the feet, get his mouth hardened up.

He'll be alright.

- He's too much of a risk.

- What do you mean?

- Well, he threw my son badly, and he's bolted with me.

I'd better sell him.

- Ooh, pity to lose him.

- Well...

- Come on, I'll see to that arm.

Albert, tie up Paragon and take Beauty to his stable.

- Yes, doctor.

There you are.

- What are you doing?

- Feeding Beauty.

- On that?

He needs lots of bran and outs when

he's finished working.

- I was gonna give him more when, he finished this.

- You were going to.

You're always going to.

Don't you know anything about horses?

- I know just as much as you do.

- You know more than anybody

just because Beauty lets you ride him.

- I can ride just as good as you.

- That's what you think.

- Right.

I'm going.

- Well, why don't you then?

- I'm fed up with taking the blame for

things you do!

- Right!

I will!

- Go on then!

- I don't have to come here.

I, I can go work at the stables.

Mr. Granger'd give me a job any day.

(huffs)

(laughing)

- You mean you?

- Yes.

- No, I need someone experienced, sonny.

- I know all about horses.

- Oh, but you're not old enough.

I want someone who can help to break in horses

and train them.

- But I've broken lots of horses.

- Have you?

- Look, you know Dr. Gordon's horse, Black Beauty?

I helped to train him.

- Did you now.

Black Beauty, eh?

What's wrong with Sam, Jake?

- Come on, Sam!

- He doesn't look very lively.

- Oh, he's just a bit outta condition, that's all.

- What you feed him on?

- Hay and crushed beans.

- You should mix in lots of bran and oats for a while.

He'll need it after he's been working.

- What do you say to that, Jake?

- That's winter feeding.

- Well, try it for a while anyway.

I'll tell you what, Albert.

Help around the stables for a couple of days

while I make up my mind what to do with you.

(energetic orchestral music)

- Have you seen Albert?

- Nope.

- Maybe you should make it up with him.

- Nope.

(brushing sounds)

- Whoa, steady, boy.

Steady, steady.

Easy, easy, easy.

- Oh, he looks fine.

- He looks all right.

(whispering)

- Paragon!

- What do you mean he looks all right?

- He won't be ridden.

He's alright for a bit, then he starts acting up.

Dangerous, I'd say.

- What's wrong with him?

- Too highly bred, I reckon.

- Oh, I hope I haven't wasted my money.

Hey, you're supposed to be an expert.

See what you think of Paragon.

(Paragon whinnies)

- His feet are sore.

Been standing in a damp stable.

His mouth's sore too.

Probably when you pull the bit, it hurts him.

Look after his hooves and his mouth.

He'll be all right.

[Jake] - He's right.

- You are a stable hand.

- A stable hand!

- I'll just try you for one week on trial.

You'll be working with Jake.

See that you do as he says.

- Am I really a stable hand?

- Yeah, you're a stable hand.

- Oh, hello Amy.

- It's no use, doctor.

- What isn't?

- Well, Kevin and Albert were very good friends.

I know they were thoughtless, but after all,

they're only boys.

(horse neighs)

- All right, Amy.

[Amy] - Kevin, would you go into the village and

get me two pounds of sugar?

And you can take Black Beauty.

- Father won't let me.

[Amy] - Yes, he will, he just said so.

- Go on, off you go.

[Amy] - And why don't you call in and see Albert?

He would be pleased to see you.

- Thanks, Amy.

- And for pity's sake, don't get up to anything!

(adventurous music)

- Seems to be behaving himself a bit today.

- Yes.

- Broken in horses, have you?

- I've done a bit.

- Some training too, I hear.

- Yes, some.

- Oh, Mr. Granger was telling me as how you

was an expert.

Quite an old hand.

(Albert chuckles)

- Go on, boy.

(Paragon neighs)

- How'd you fancy a go on Paragon, then?

Got him some bad habits.

Needs a bit of training.

(suspenseful music)

- There's me boy.

[Albert] - Whoa. Whoa. Whoa!

(raucous laughter)

- Get hold of him!

[Jake, sarcastically] - Horse breaker!

- Whoa, Paragon!

Come back here, boy!

- Whoa, whoa Paragon.

(frustrated) Come on!

- Whoa, Paragon, whoa.

Whoa there.

There's a good boy!

Stand still, I'll put the saddle on now.

Steady...

- Morning, lad.

- What's going on, Jake?

- Boy expert's doing a bit of training.

- That horse is dangerous.

You shouldn't let Albert ride it.

- Can't even get up on him, Mr. Granger,

Hasn't got that nerve.

I'm just teaching him a lesson.

- That's Paragon, isn't it?

- That's right.

- What are you doing with him?

- I'm training him!

(incredulously) - You're what?

(defiantly) - Breaking him properly.

- But you can't!

- Why not?

- That's a job for a horse breaker.

You'd never manage him.

-I can't, can't I?

Come on, Paragon, we'll show him.

- Albert, don't be stupid.

Don't try it!

- See, I can do it!

He'll do anything I say.

(mischievous music)

(mischievous music continues)

- Alright, you've proved you can do it, Albert.

Now bring him back here, slowly.

- No, not yet.

You need some exercise, don't you, Paragon.

(Albert hollers as Paragon whinnies and bolts)

- Take it easy, boy.

Take it easy.

Careful!

Careful, I say!

- Stop it.

Steady...

(horse neighing)

No!

No!

Stop!

No!

Whoa!

- Come on, Beauty.

- Come on, come on.

(suspenseful music)

- Whoa, Paragon, whoa!

Oh, please stop!

(suspenseful music continues)

Whoa!

Whoa!

Whoa!

Oh, please stop!

(galloping hooves)

Stop, Paragon, oh please stop!

- Which way do they go, Kevin?

- I'm not sure. I think they went that way.

- Well, you'll go that way.

We'll go around and try and cut them off.

- Right.

- Come on.

(galloping sounds)

(suspenseful music continues)

- Any sign of either of them?

- No.

Paragon's gonna throw him!

- Don't you think I know that?

(Paragon neighs)

(Albert cries out)

(splashing and sounds of struggle)

(Paragon neighs)

- Whoa, Beauty.

Albert?

Albert!

(galloping, neighing)

Beauty, come back!

Beauty, come back here!

Where are you going?

(galloping)

(whinnying)

Beauty!

Whoa, Paragon.

Easy.

(Beauty neighing)

Albert!

- Come on, Beauty.

(clicking his tongue)

Come on, boy.

(suspenseful music)

(water splashing)

(cart rumbling)

(water splashing)

[Mr. Granger] - There they are!

[Jake] Okay lad, I'm coming.

Bring him in, slowly, slowly.

[Mr. Granger] - Good lad, Kevin.

[Mr. Granger] - Give him a hand, Jake.

[Jake] - I can reach him.

[Mr. Granger] That's it boy.

[Jake] I've got him.

Mr. Granger, give us a hand here.

[Mr. Granger] Righto, Jake.

[Jake] - Steady, it's treacherous here.

[Mr. Granger] Easy now, easy does it.

Easy does it, Jake. Gently.

Albert.

Albert.

- I only wanted to teach the lad a lesson.

I didn't want him to come to any harm.

- Albert.

(foreboding music)

(warm intro music)

- Well, a day in bed and he'll be alright

- I'm sorry, Mr. Granger.

- For what?

- I pretended I knew all about horses.

I was just too full of myself.

It's all my fault.

- Don't be too hard on yourself.

You're quite a jockey.

You only came off at the water jump.

(laughter)

If you still feel like it, come and see me

in a couple of years and we'll talk about a real job.

Oh well, doctor, I better take you home.

- Oh, thank you.

- Sorry, Albert.

- That's all right, Jake.

(peaceful orchestral music)

[Jake] - I've promised Mr. Granger I'll

take care of Paragon's mouth.

- Well, now it's up to Jake and me.

There's one thing Albert showed us.

Paragon is not a racer or a cart horse.

He's a jumper!

- He could be the best steeple chaser in the county!

- Next to Beauty!

(Paragon neighs)

(galloping)

(triumphant music)

(triumphant music continues)

(orchestral horns playing)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(triumphant music continues)

(horse neighing)