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(suspenseful instrumental music)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(whimsical instrumental music)

(gentle music)

- Hello?

You're nice, aren't ya?

(grass rustling)

Come on.

Come on, boy, come on.

(horse galloping)

- (cackling) That is a fine beast you got there, me girl.

Fine beast. Why don't you put it through it's paces.

Go on. - Go on.

(dramatic instrumental music)

- She's stolen my horse! - [Otis] Keep calm, keep calm.

- Hey!

- She's the finest horse woman in Europe. (laughing)

- But, but- - See, me girl?

Watch it, watch it, watch it.

(tense instrumental music)

(horse galloping)

- No, Beauty! (horse neighing)

- Come on, come on!

What's the matter with you?

- How dare you take my horse?

You can keep it, I'd rather ride a donkey.

- Black Beauty is a thorough bred.

- A thorough bred what?

It's a thorough nuisance.

- How dare you talk about him like that? It's not right.

You know it isn't.

- Now, be careful miss, miss...

- My name's Jenny Gordon,

and I want to know why this girl took my horse.

- All right, all right.

Now, what's all this about?

- Oh, well, it's a trivial misunderstanding,

Officer, sir,

trivial misunderstanding.

Me daughter here, high spirited, do you understand that?

No harm meant at all, sir.

No harm at all.

- And who might you be, sir?

- Who might I be?

Ah, I'll tell you who I am.

Would you be so kind, sir?

Thank you.

I am in fact, ladies and gentlemen,

that unique impresario,

or that fairground magnifico,

or that showman extraordinary,

Jay Otis Waygood.

(chuckling) Thank you, thank you, thank you.

Ladies and gentlemen,

in this bag, this very bag,

I have 10 golden sovereigns ready and waiting

for anyone who is capable of out riding me fair daughter here

in a race which will be held this very afternoon

at three of the clock.

And ladies and gentlemen,

the entrance fee.

The entrance fee is a mere one sovereign.

One sovereign.

Do I have any challenges for this race?

Will no one accept me challenge?

Or are you all afraid to race against a mere slip of a girl

like this here?

- I'll have a go, Governor.

- Oh, one!

Thank you kind sir.

I thank you. (Otis laughing)

- A sovereign's an awful lot of money, Beauty.

Come on, girl. (Beauty neighs)

Come on. - [Otis] Thank you very much

kind sir.

I thought for one moment they didn't get me.

(dramatic instrumental music)

(horse neighs)

(suspenseful music)

- Hello mate?

Who do you belong to then, eh?

(horse neighing)

(suspenseful music)

(leaves rustling)

(suspenseful music) (horse grunting)

(Otis laughing)

- Well, we've done it, Dolly, me girl, didn't we?

Go on, up you go.

(footsteps pattering)

Good girl. (Otis laughing)

- But I've got the sovereign

grandfather gave me for Christmas.

- No, I've told you I will not have Beauty raced.

Oh, did you get my watch? - Oh, I forgot to tell you.

Mr. Hilton says it's not worth repairing it.

"It's worn out,"” he says.

Look, I know we could win, Father.

- I shall be lost without this.

- I just know we could.

- No, that's enough, Jenny.

- We could win.

Couldn't we, Beauty? Huh?

(Jenny sighs)

He just doesn't understand.

- Jenny, look, I'm sure he does.

It's just that a sovereign is a great deal of money.

- But I'd get it back after I'd won,

and 10 more.

Besides, I could buy a lovely watch with that.

- A watch?

- Yes, Father's can't be repaired.

That's why I want to win the race.

I know how much he needs one.

And he can't afford it.

He simply can't.

- Yeah, supposing you didn't win?

- I would though, because of the watch.

- Why, it could be dangerous.

- Not with Beauty.

- Jenny,

go upstairs and get my money box from my dressing table.

(mellow instrumental music)

- And whom do I have the honour of a dressing, sir?

- I own most of the land around here.

My name's Armstrong.

If you attempt to run this ridiculous steeple chase of yours

I shall make sure you'll do some running yourself,

and you won't stop till you're outta the county.

- One moment, kind sir.

One moment.

Fine horse, sir.

Fine horse.

I beg you, kind sir, won't you reconsider,

as a sportsman, sir?

- Sportsman?

The rag tag and bobtail of the village

careering over my land?

- Oh, I've been most careful in choosing the course, sir.

Haven't I, Dolly, me dear?

- Yes, yes, your honour.

Ever so.

- I have here a rough map, sir.

Of course, I do realise the grave error

in not asking your permission first, sir.

- These woods here...

- Yes, Elmsworth Woods, Elmsworth.

I believe they're common grounds.

- By having it the long hard run?

- Yes, against me daughter here.

Just a slip of a girl, sir.

But a brilliant rider, brilliant.

Unbeatable, in fact, sir.

- Unbeatable, eh?

- Yes.

- You are too sure of yourself, girl.

- Am I?

- I have a mind to teach you a lesson.

- You may be the one to learn, sir.

- 50 golden sovereigns, I can beat her with ease.

-50? - Done

- Dolly? - Waygood,

accept the bet or the race is off.

- Oh, well then I,

Mr. Armstrong, I'll have to accept.

(horse galloping)

(Otis laughing)

We're in the money, Dolly, me girl.

We're in the money,

thanks to Old Squire Armstrong.

- [Dolly] Are you sure it'll work, Pa?

- Come here, let me show you.

Sit.

After here, they'll never catch you.

But just in case, I gotta rig a tripwire right here.

(horse neighs) - [Dolly] | don't like it.

- Ah, the bets I've taken already...

This race is worth a great deal of money, Dolly, me girl.

A great deal of money.

I can't afford to take any chances.

You're gonna win this race, Dolly, me girl,

and I don't give a fig how you're gonna do it.

Come here!

(both grunting)

You, I know you, don't I?

Hey?

You're Ned Lewis, aren't ya?

- And I know you, Jim Waygood.

One of the slipperiest villains in London.

- Oh, laddy.

(Otis laughing) (tense music

(hooves pattering)

- Where's Waygood?

- He went on ahead this round,

so as to make sure nobody cut any corners.

- Oh fine.

(tense instrumental music)

(Ned grunting)

(suspenseful music)

(horse grunts)

(suspenseful music)

(whistle blowing)

(crowd cheering)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(chair rattling)

(sheep bleating)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(horse galloping)

(horse neighs) (man thuds)

- Yes.

Yes, I lent her the sovereign, Doctor.

- But your irresponsibility quite staggers me, Ms. Winthrop.

You knew I'd forbidden her to enter the race.

- Don't be so pompous, Dr. Gordon.

- Pompous?

- Yes, pompous.

Pompous and tyrannical.

(window slams)

- Tyrannical?

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(chair rattling)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(crowd cheering)

(chair rattling)

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(chair bangs) (suspenseful music)

(glass shattering)

(man grunting) (horse neighing)

(horse galloping) (cattle mooing

- All right, Dolly, me girl.

This'll add a little excitement, won't it?

You get going, Dolly, me girl.

- All right, Pa.

(cattle mooing[; - Go on, girl!

(Otis laughing) (horse galloping)

(gate creaking) (cattle mooing)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

- Get out of the way!

Out of the way!

Go on! Shoo! Shoo!

You blasted animals, heading about.

Go on, outta the way!

Shoo! Shoo! (cattle mooing)

(indistinct) (horse neighing)

- Get out of the way! Shoo! Shoo! (cattle mooing)

Go on, get out of the way! (horse neighing)

Well, that's cost us the race.

%dramatic music horse neighing

(suspenseful music)

- (laughing) Here she comes.

All right, me darling, come on.

She's ready for you.

She's just for you now.

Set still like a good woman.

(horse galloping) Yeah, come on, Dolly.

A little bit to go left in the race

and you win it and above. - All right.

- That's 50 Guineas in it.

Remember darling, you're doing a beautiful job.

Now go on, off you get.

- [Dolly] Come on! (horse galloping)

- Lovely girl!

Go on, go on! (horse galloping)

Now, where the tripwire be, Morty?

(tense music)

(water splashing) (suspenseful music)

Go little girl, aha.

(suspenseful music)

(horse galloping) (suspenseful music)

Come on!

Come on!

(horse galloping) (leaves rustling)

(suspenseful music)

- Get out of the way!

(horse neighing) Look out!

- Come here.

(birds chirping)

(dramatic music)

(horse galloping) (horse neighing)

(Jenny thuds)

(suspenseful music)

(footsteps pattering)

- Ah!

Who's that? - Ned?

- Go away, huh, lad? - You little brat!

Get out of here! - Ned what are you doing?

- Get out here, you!

(suspenseful music)

(indistinct)

Where are ya, you rat little villain, I'll get you.

Wait, till I luck.

I know all about you, where are ya?

Come here.

Ned?

Ned.

I've known you for years.

Well, I don't mean you no harm, son.

(Otis laughing)

Come over here, boy, I wanna talk to ya.

(footsteps pattering) - Jenny?

- Ned? - Jenny.

(footsteps pattering)

Are you all right? - Yes, I'm fine.

- Beauty?

- Yes, he's fine. - Okay.

- Well, what about Waygood?

- But don't worry about Waygood.

It's important that you win.

Now, come on.

- No, I can't, it's impossible.

- Look, don't argue.

Come on, you gotta win.

Now, come on. - Ooh.

- Go up.

(Ned grunts)

Okay? -Yes.

But Ned, why did you jump on Waygood?

- Look, I'll explain later.

Now, come on.

Go on, Jenny. (horse neighing)

(dramatic music)

(horse neighs)

(grass rustling)

(gentle instrumental music)

- Are you all right? Huh?

- Ned! (footsteps pattering)

Ned.

Ned, boy!

Gotcha. (panting)

(reins clinking) (tense music

You all right, Dolly?

- Yeah, I think so.

- No thanks to you, sir.

There's still a mile to run, Dolly.

No tricks?

(suspenseful music)

- No trick.

- Right, you be the starter, Ned.

(whimsical music) - Wait, Dolly...

(reins clinking)

- It's up to you now, Beauty.

- Ready? (horses grunting)

On your mark.

Get set.

Go! - Go on!

- Go on, go on, Jenny! (horses galloping)

Go on, go! (chuckling)

- It was only a joke, son.

It was only a joke.

- Yeah, well, tell that to the village and the squire.

(whimsical music)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

- Run! - Run!

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

- Run! - Run!

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

- [Spectators] Come on!

(dramatic music) (horses galloping)

Come on!

(spectators cheering)

- Now, well done, lass.

Well done. - Thank you.

- Well done. (palms patting)

- [Spectator 1] Well done, Dolly, well done.

- [Spectator 2] You nearly won.

- Well, you won fair and square.

- Not me, Beauty. (horse neighing

Oh, good boy.

(gentle music) (carpet smacking)

- [Dr. Gordon] When you're done with that,

you're gonna scrub the kitchen floor and polish the stairs.

- Yes, Father.

- And I have a pile of socks that need downing.

- Yes, Father.

- And the stove needs cleaning.

- [Jenny] Yes, Father.

- You'll not be needing me in a minute.

Will you, Dr. Gordon?

(birds chirping)

- It's arrived.

- Oh no.

(paper crinkling) birds chirping

Oh, he's coming.

- Don't look. (horse grunts)

(birds chirping.)

- Jenny.

(melancholic music)

What can I say?

(both chuckling) Aww.

- Is it the right sort? - It's beautiful.

Thank you my darling.

- We won it for you.

Me and Beauty.

(Beauty neighs)

(dramatic instrumental music)

(Beauty neighs)

(dramatic instrumental music)