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(powerful orchestral music)

(mysterious orchestral music)

(powerful orchestral music)

(flowing orchestral music)

(Beauty's hooves thudding)

- I've acquainted you with the law, Dr. Gordon.

Ignore it at your peril.

Surely Mr. Crevace, um, you must see yourself

the injustice of the situation.

- (laughs) The injustice, Sir. How dare you.

My client only wishes what is rightfully his.

Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's.

Good day, sir.

(reins thud) (wagon creaks and rattles)

(Beauty whinnies)

(Jenny sighs)

- (grunts) Hello, father.

- Hello, darling, have a nice ride?

- Yes, thank you.

Who's that man?

- He's a lawyer representing the new owner

of the Ryder Stables.

- Oh, young Solomon Ryder sold the place then, has he?

- Yes, a farmer from the north has bought the land,

the stables, and uh, and the horses.

- Well, what's this got to do with us?

- Well when they were going over the records, um,

they found that Hellman Ryder

had given a two year old black stallion

to a certain Dr. Gordon.

- Beauty?

- On an extended loan.

- But no, Mr. Ryder gave us Beauty forever.

You told me he did.

- That's what I thought, Jenny.

But the records show differently.

- Well then the records are wrong.

The old man was ill and you helped him to recover

and he gave you Beauty as payment.

That's how it was.

- That's what I tried to tell Crevace,

but he wouldn't listen.

And now the new owner of the Ryder Stables

wants his property back.

- No, he can't. Beauty belongs to us.

(Beauty nickers)

He's one of us.

- Not according to the law, Jenny.

- Then the law's wrong to. (breathes heavily)

No one can take Beauty from me.

Not you, not the law, not anybody.

- I'll, I'll talk to our own lawyer.

We won't give up without a struggle.

- Oh, Beauty. (Beauty nickers)

Oh, (sighs) you'll be safe with us.

I'll make sure that you always stay with us.

I'll look after. (Beauty whinnies)

Come on, I'll look after you.

(Beauty nickers)

Powerful orchestral music; Beauty's hooves thudding

(gentle inquisitive music)

(feet scraping)

(door rattles)

- Ah, Miss Gordon, do come in. Please sit down.

- Thank you.

- I'm delighted to make your acquaintance.

I'm even more delighted to see my client's property

outside in the yard.

- (scoffs) What property is that?

- The horse. I believe you call him Black Beauty.

I confess, I thought at first your father

was going to be difficult about it all.

A magnificent animal.

He'll fetch a fine price at tomorrow's auction.

- [Jenny] You're going to sell him?

- Yes, yes, my client has no interest in horses.

He bought the stables for the land

and tomorrow we're going to auction off all the stock,

including Beauty.

- No, I won't let you.

He was a gift from Mr. Ryder to my father.

- So I'm going to get that story all over again.

- It's not a story. I came here to tell you the truth.

- I suppose your father thinks I'll be moved

by a little girl's tears.

- My father doesn't know I'm here and I'm not crying.

I wouldn't cry in front of you

if you were the last person in the world.

And I'm not a little girl either.

- Miss Gordon,

(mysterious music)

you'd better leave Black Beauty in my possession.

- I'd rather die than let you have him.

Beauty belongs to us. He'll always belong to us.

And if you try to take him from us,

then you'll be no better than a, a thief.

(door slams) (menacing music)

Come on, Beauty, I'm not going to let him get you.

(whimsical music) (hooves thud)

(menacing music)

- There's nothing we can do.

- There must be.

- Read the lawyer's letter for yourself, Jenny.

Without a receipt of formal deed of gift,

we have no legal claim to Beauty.

- He's wrong.

- Oh, Jenny-

- He doesn't know. He doesn't know the truth.

They're going to sell Beauty.

They don't want him. They don't deserve to have him.

He's ours, Father. He belongs to us.

- I'm sorry, Jenny. The law states-

- Oh, the law!

The law isn't always right, and if you believe it is,

then you're as bad as they are.

(wagon creaking) (hooves thudding)

(birds chirping) (feet pattering)

- Jenny, come back.

(feet pattering)

(feet thudding)

- Good morning, Dr. Gordon.

Allow me to introduce my colleagues,

Mr. Beadle and Mr. Shanks, officers of the crown.

Bailiffs with a magistrate's order

for the reposition of the animal you call Black Beauty.

Mr. Shanks, would you be so kind?

- But of course, Mr. Crevace.

With our compliments.

(door creaks)

- I'm sure you'll find it all in order.

- I have no doubt.

Mr. Crevace, at our first meeting you said

that I might possibly purchase lank Beauty.

(Beauty nickers)

- That was yesterday, Dr. Gordon.

Unfortunately, last night prior to the auction,

I received a bid for the entire stock,

including Black Beauty.

I decided to accept it on behalf of my client.

I couldn't even sell your horse back to you now

even if I wanted to.

It isn't mine to sell.

- It never was.

It's not scraps of paper or deeds or whatever

that make an animal like Beauty belong to someone.

It's love and affection.

(sighs) But that's something you'd know nothing about.

- That's enough.

Shanks, Beadle,

(Beauty snorts) get the horse.

- No!

(feet clacking)

No! Oh! - Out of the way!

- You shirking justice.

- Don't you menace her.

How dare you lay your hands on her.

(Beauty neighs) - Ah!

(hooves clattering)

(thrilling music)

- Get after her. Go on, move.

(feet pattering)

- Good girl.

- I wouldn't be so free with my congratulations,

madam, if I were you.

In this country horse stealing is a very serious offence.

(menacing music)

(hooves thudding) (gentle mysterious music)

(menacing music)

- What should we do now?

- Well, we'll just have to wait here?

- They're not following us.

We're safe, Beauty, we're safe.

(Beauty nickers) (Jenny sighs)

(ominous music)

(carriage creaking)

- Whoa! Why didn't you follow her?

- She's in the woods.

She's gotta come out some time, ain't she?

- Beadle's right, Mr. Crevace.

She'll come crawling back home when it gets dark.

No sense in running all over the countryside.

- All right, we'll wait.

(horse snorts)

Thunder cracks; Beauty nickers

- There, there, there's nothing to be frightened of.

(rain pattering)

It's all right, Beauty.

(thunder cracks)

Don't worry, Beauty, we'll be safe here.

(Beauty whinnies) Honestly we will, come on.

Shh, come on. Come on.

(rain pattering)

- I'll catch my death of cold in this rain.

No sense in us all getting soaked to the skin.

I'll be at the inn at Five Oaks should you find her.

(rains crack) Giddy up.

(dramatic music)

(Beauty nickers)

(light music)

- Better go out the back way, Doctor.

They're still playing cat and mouse out there.

- Right?

- If Crevace comes back...

- Yes. You leave that gentleman to me.

(rain pattering)

(thunder cracks)

- Stay, Beauty.

- We'd'a been better off chasing her in the woods.

- Jenny.

(feet thumping) (tack jingling

Jenny. Jenny.

Grain pattering feet pattering

Jenny.

- Beauty, it's father.

(Beauty nickers) He's come for us.

- Jenny.

- Father!

(hooves thudding)

(poignant music)

Father! Oh, we're safe now, Beauty.

- [Dr. Gordon] Jenny.

- Oh. - Jenny.

You must be exhausted.

- [Jenny] Oh.

(dramatic music) (tack rattling)

- [Beadle] Thanks for leading us to the horse, Dr. Gordon.

- We'll take the horse now, Miss.

(dramatic music)

- Now just you two stay where you are.

(feet thudding)

(Beauty nickers)

No, Jenny, no. You can't run anymore.

- [Beadle] Shanks, grab her.

- You leave her alone.

(Beauty whinnies)

(Shanks thuds) - Oof.

- Jenny. (Beauty nickers)

(hooves thudding)

- Here.

- [Dr. Gordon] Jenny. No, come back.

- [Beadle] You all right?

- That's the trouble with people nowadays, Beadle.

They've got no respect for the law

(gentle flowing music)

- Oh, Beauty, we can't go home.

They'll be waiting for you.

We can never go home again.

(Beauty nickers)

(flowing music)

(Jenny sighs and shivers)

(gentle flute music)

(door rattles)

- [Dr. Gordon] Is she back?

- No, there's no sign of her,

not unless she's hiding in one of the barns.

- No. I've Just looked there.

- Take it off, you're soaked through.

- Yes, I'll change my clothes before I go out again.

- Look, it'll be light in few hours.

Why don't you look for her then?

I mean, what good can you do in this weather?

She'll probably have found shelter by now.

- Oh, I hope so.

All right, I'll, I'll rest for a while.

There's no need for you to stay up.

- All right, goodnight, Doctor.

- [Dr. Gordon] Goodnight.

(gentle music)

(door thuds)

(Jenny sighs)

- (shivers) Oh. (shivers)

(Beauty nickers)

(Beauty whinnies)

(Jenny gasps and sighs)

(Beauty nickers)

(Jenny gasps and shivers)

(rooster crows)

(Dr. Gordon inhales) - Dr. Gordon.

Oh, you've been sleeping in these wet things.

- Oh, well, they're dry now.

Ooh. - Oh, I knew it.

It's the way you've been sleeping.

- Have you looked in her room? Is she back?

- Yes, I looked before coming downstairs.

She's not back yet.

- Oh, I'll pack my medical bag.

She's going to need it.

(gentle dramatic music)

(Jenny coughs)

(hooves thudding) (tack rattling)

(rousing mysterious music)

(Beauty nickers)

(hooves thudding)

(Beauty nickers)

(hooves thudding)

(gentle music)

(Jenny coughs)

(hooves pattering)

(Beauty nickers)

(Jenny groans)

- Beauty, what is it, Beauty?

(Beauty nickers)

(groans) Is someone coming?

(tack rattles)

(Jenny groans)

(Beauty snorts)

(gentle music)

(Beauty snorts and nickers)

(Jenny gasps and groans)

(Jenny groans and coughs)

Oh, we'll find somewhere else.

Come on.

(hooves thudding)

(gentle mysterious music)

(hooves thudding) (ominous music

(Beauty snorts)

(hooves thudding)

(Jenny coughs)

(hooves thudding)

(mysterious music builds)

(Beauty nickers)

(hooves thudding)

(gentle music) (hooves thudding)

(Beauty whinnies)

- Now, if she comes back, you'll put the straight to bed.

- Oh, we've got company.

(menacing music)

(carriage rattles)

- Whoa. Ah, Gordon, any sign of the horse yet?

- I warn you, Mr. Crevace,

your greed has driven my daughter out into the night

and if any harm comes to her, you'll pay for it.

- She brought it on herself, Dr. Gordon,

and well you know it.

(scoffs) But I forget myself.

May I introduce my client?

Mr. Sheridan, the new owner of Black Beauty.

(mysterious music)

(hooves thudding)

(gentle music)

(Jenny sobs)

- [Jenny] No, oh no, Beauty.

(Jenny sobs)

(Beauty whinnies)

- Jenny!

- No, you've brought me home.

(rousing music)

- It's the horse, Mr. Sheridan.

It's your horse.

- They'll catch you. No, no please.

(Jenny sobbing and coughing)

(hooves thudding)

- Where the devil have you been?

- We've been riding all over the country.

- It doesn't matter now.

We've got the horse, he's in the yard.

Go and get him and tie him to the back of my trap.

The sooner we are gone from here, the better.

- [Shanks] Yes, sir.

- Allow me, Mr. Sheridan.

(feet clunking)

(ominous music)

(Beauty whinnies)

- Hey, hey!

(ominous music) (Beauty whinnies)

Hep! (Beauty nickers)

(Beauty whinnies)

Oh!

(hooves thudding)

I'm sorry Mr. Crevace, but that animal's dangerous.

(Dr. Gordon chuckles)

- Dr. Gordon, I insist that you tether your animal

to the rear of my trap.

- My animal, Mr. Crevace?

But I thought you said it was your client's animal.

If you want Black Beauty, (chuckles) you take him.

(Dr. Gordon laughs) (triumphant music)

(gentle music)

- Good boy.

Good horse.

Here, good animal.

There, boy, there. Good horse.

Good Beauty, good fellow.

(Beauty whinnies) (tack rattling)

Bad boy, be nice.

(Beauty nickers) (Beauty whinnies)

(Mr. Crevace speaking indistinctly)

- No, Beauty. No, don't go.

(Beauty whinnies) Beadle, come on.

Get behind Shanks and push. (Beauty whinnies)

- I'm not going anywhere near those back legs, sir.

He might be a kicker. (Beauty whinnies)

- [Mr. Crevace] Pull, Shanks, pull, Beadle.

- Here we go. - Pull.

(triumphant music) (Beauty whinnies)

- [Mr. Crevace] Two more yards and we'll get to trap.

Come on, my Beauty. Pull, pull, pull.

(Beauty whinnies) We are winning!

Come on, boys, get him. (Beauty whinnies)

(Beauty whinnies) (feet scuffling)

Pull, Shanks. (Dr. Gordon laughing)

Pull.

(Beauty whinnies)

Come on, pull. Come on.

Pull, ah!

(Beauty whinnies) - Hey!

(Beauty snorts)

(Dr. Gordon laughing)

(Mr. Sheridan laughing)

- Mr. Sheridan.

(Mr. Sheridan and Dr. Gordon laughing)

Mr. Sheridan.

- (laughing) It's no good, Crevace. (laughs)

No matter how often you tell me the horse belongs to me,

the horse tells me different. (laughs)

You better keep him, Dr. Gordon. He's no use to me.

Crevace, you've made a nuisance of yourself

around here long enough.

Draw up a document stating finally for all time,

Black Beauty belongs to the Gordon family of York Cottage.

- Are you sure you've got the wording right, Mr. Sheridan?

- What are you talking about?

- From what I've seen of them,

I'd say it was the other way round.

- You're quite right, Mr. Crevace.

It's we who belong to him.

(triumphant music)

(powerful orchestral music)

(singers vocalizing)

(powerful orchestral music continues)

(singers vocalizing)

(trilling music)

(powerful orchestral music)

(Beauty whinnies)

(powerful orchestral music)