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(adventurous music plays)

(Black Beauty theme plays)

(rapid breathing)

- What's up with him?

- I don't know.

He wants to go that way.

Don't be silly Beauty,

home's this way.

- Look!

- Help! Help!

- What is it?

What's wrong?

(stagecoach clattering)

- Get her.

- No, no.

Please, let me go!

Let me go!

- C'mon!

- What are you gonna do?

- Follow them.

You scared?

- Can you see them?

- No, we've lost them.

They couldn't have come up here.

- Why not?

- It leads to Granley Hall.

- Well?

- It's been empty for years.

- Beauty doesn't think so.

This chain's spanking new.

Look, tracks!

- Come on.

(mysterious music)

- [Albert] Come on Kevin.

Let's go home.

There's nothing we can do,

is there?

Kevin!

- That girl's in trouble.

- So will you be if you go over that wall.

- Stay here.

- He's gone soft in the head, Beauty.

(mysterious music)

- Evans.

- Sir?

- You forget to chain those gates again;

I'll dismiss you on the instant.

You understand?

- Yes sir.

- You follow me.

- (whispers) Come on Kevin.

(Beauty neighing)

- You should be thoroughly ashamed of yourself ,

young lady.

And when your uncle returns

you will be severely punished

for such wicked disobedience.

- Miss!

- (whispering) How did you get in?

- Over the wall.

- You must go.

If they find you-

- But what's going on here?

Why are you being held prisoner?

- Please.

- What's your name?

- Someone's coming.

- Cicely!

- Cicely?

- Go!

- You're coming along here with me, Miss.

- [Amy] And he's been waiting for Beauty

for over an hour.

You're very naughty boys

to be so late.

- [Kevin] But Amy-

- [Amy] Look, I haven't got any time

to listen to your silly excuses.

- Oh, Father, there's someone at Granley Hall.

They're holding a girl prisoner.

- What nonsense, Kevin.

- Father.

- I'm sorry son.

I'm going to be late.

- Where's he going?

- Granley Hall.

- Cholera. Killed both her parents

within the same week.

- Poor girl.

- Just before my brother-in-law passed away

he made us her guardians,

and we decided to bring her back to this country.

After all this house does belong to her.

- India was no place for a child

of Cicely's tender years.

- [Joshua] We asked you here

to explain our presence.

So many foolish rumours can develop

in a rural community.

- How true.

- Especially as we shall have to keep her

somewhat protected from the outside world.

- Protected?

- Since her parents' death,

the child has been of a very nervous disposition.

- Yes, perhaps my dear you would venture in..

- Certainly.

Gentlemen, please excuse me.

- Sometimes she gets confused.

Even hysterical.

You would understand all that, though.

- Yes, of course.

- Indeed.

- Ah, young lady.

Let me introduce you to some of our new neighbours.

Dr. Gordon,

and Mr. Armstrong,

and the Reverend Grout.

This gentleman, is Cicely.

- So I want no more talk of prisoners

and attempted escapes,

Sir Galahad.

- What are you snickering about?

- Sir Galahad.

You're still not convinced, are you?

No, and I'm going back there tomorrow.

- But you said!

- I said I wouldn't say anything,

not that I wouldn't do anything.

- Oh no.

- They may be watching from the house.

- Your Uncle and Aunt?

- How did you know?

- Come around here.

I'm Kevin Gordon.

My father was here yesterday.

- The nice doctor?

- Well, he is nice sometimes.

- What did they tell him about me?

- They said that you were,

You were-

- Hysterical, unbalanced?

What do you think?

- I don't believe it.

Are they really your guardians?

- I don't know.

I didn't think my parents even liked them very much.

- Do you have any other relatives?

- Only my grandfather.

I tried writing to him.

But Uncle Joshua tore out the letter

I have to write what he tells me.

How kind he is.

How I love Aunt Edith.

(voice breaking) How happy I am.

- Write to your grandfather now.

I'll post it.

- [Edith] Cicely?

Cicely.

Where are you?

Cicely!

Why did you leave your work?

Uncle Joshua told me to learn the sermon by heart.

I find it easy if I walk about.

- I doubt if your governess will allow such perambulation.

- My governess?

- Your uncle's unmarried sister arrives next week.

She is less good natured than I.

Now continue your work and remain seated.

- Hurry Cicely!

The letter!

(Beauty neighing)

- All right Beauty, I'm coming!

(Beauty whinnying nervously)

Cicely!

(Beauty snorts nervously)

Be quiet.

Stop it.

- I'll take that.

On your way, boy.

- C'mon Beauty.

- Stop boy!

- Come on, Beauty.

I'd never have gotten away

if it hadn't been for beauty.

- He just tore up the letter?

- Letter?

What letter?

- A letter Cicely wrote to her grand at her.

- Ah, You've been to Granley Hall again, hmm?

- There's nothing wrong with Cicely.

She's just afraid of the Eglintons.

All that nervous and confused stuff they told you.

It's just so that they can keep her locked away.

They even dictate the letters she writes.

- Why should they do all this?

- I don't know.

Neither does she.

Why don't we write to her grandfather?

He lives in Norfolk at a place called Bexwell.

- Because it's none of our business.

And you are not to go near Granley Hall again,

and from now on you're to keep away from Cicely.

- Who was here?

- I don't know.

- Who was here?

- Just a boy.

I asked him to post the letter.

- His name?

(clock ticking ominously)

- (shouts) I want to know his name!

- He, he didn't say.

It was just a boy...(sobbing)

- What's that?

What's it for?

- Cicely's escape.

- Cicely.

We're not starting that again.

- I never stopped.

I've been watching the house for days now.

She studies for an hour every afternoon

in the garden.

They keep an eye on her, but not all the time.

- You'll never do it.

- Yes, I will.

There's only three more things I need.

- Well?

- A bit of luck,

Beauty,

and you, Albert.

- No.

- Albert.

- [Albert] (shouts) No!

No! I won't!

It's not fair.

It's just not fair.

That's all.

- Stop moaning.

- Why do I have to carry the rope ladder?

And why can't it have gone on Beauty?

- Because beauty doesn't like the rope ladder.

- Nor do |.

- (whispers) Come on!

- Henrietta will be arriving shortly.

- Splendid.

She'll be able to tame our Cicely.

A few years of Henrietta's discipline,

and the little fool will do anything we say

when she comes of age.

- As long as she signs everything.

- Oh, she will.

We won't have to commit anymore forgery.

- Jacket.

- What?

- Jacket!

(Beauty neighing)

- Pstt!

(whispers) Cicely, it's me, Kevin.

I've come to get you out of here.

Now listen carefully.

- I'm sorry you had such an unpleasant journey, Henrietta.

- It was most uncomfortable.

Where is the girl?

- In the garden.

Edith will venture out.

- No, Joshua.

I would prefer to meet her alone.

First impressions are very important.

- Come on!

- But why?

- Haven't you ever heard of a decoy duck?

- Good afternoon Cicely.

I am your new governess.

Oh stand up, girl.

Turn round.

So you are Cicely.

Curtsy.

I am appalled by your entire appearance

and your dreadful manners.

I can see I have arrived

not a moment too soon.

How old are you?

- 15.

- Speak up.

- (mimicking Cicely) 15.

- Have you a cold?

- Yes Miss. Something chronic.

It is obvious you spend too much time in the open air.

Your complexion is very unsatisfactory.

Well don't stare so.

And stand still!

- Well, I'll be gone then, too.

- It's a boy!

(gasping)

It's a boy!

- A boy?

- Boy!

Edith, you go that way!

Evans!

(adventurous music)

- No sign of him!

- Evans!

Evans, where are you man?

- Joshua!

See!

- [Joshua] Evans!

- Yes sir?

- Well, get after him!

There he is!

Edith!

- I've got him, sir.

- Get a hold of him, Evans!

- After him, Joshua.

- Track that boy.

Back!

- We've done it.

They'll never catch us now.

- What about Albert?

- Beauty's going for him.

Off you go.

(Beauty neighing)

- We've got to get to the stable wit out being seen.

Come on.

- He must be here somewhere.

There he is!

After him, Evans!

Don't let him get away.

Forget him, man.

Get down.

Get the horses.

- Beauty.

- Evans!

Let him go.

It's a false trail.

That horse, Evans,

that black horse.

It's the same as that other young ruffian was riding.

Was he in our stables?

The day that Dr. James Gordon came to lunch?

- If anyone comes, hide.

I'll bring you some food.

The train leaves at six.

Here's some money for the train ticket.

- Kevin?

- Yes?

- Thank you.

- Ah, Kevin.

There you are.

- So where's your fine black horse, Dr. Gordon?

And where's my ward?

- Well, Kevin, where is Cicely?

- I have a good mind to see that you are prevented

from practicing medicine ever again, Dr. Gordon,

and see that your children are sent to prison.

- Go ahead, Mr. Eglinton.

Take us to court.

Prosecute the lot of us.

- I fully intend to.

- I don't think you do.

- Cicely.

- Stay where you are, Cicely.

- Evans, get her.

- Don't you dare lay your hands on that girl.

This letter might interest you.

It's from a Colonel Thorn of Bexwell in Norfolk.

- Grandfather!

- You wrote.

- Yes.

I told him of Cicely's unhappiness.

How you prevented her from writing to him.

How you dictated her letters.

- Lies. Made up by a hysterical girl.

- [Dr. Gordon] Well, he intends to come and see you.

He wishes to have his son's will examined

by experts, as he now suspects it to be a forgery.

Until then, Cicely will stay here with us.

And now, sir,

get off my property, before I prosecute you.

I think I owe you an apology, son, hm?

- Well, somebody please tell me what's happened!

(all laughing)

(Black Beauty theme playing)