Original subtitles

(dramatic orchestral music)

(triumphant orchestral music)

- [Jenny] Ned!

Ned!

(tree creaking)

(pony whinnying)

- Well done.

Well done, George.

It fell exactly where you said it would.

- Yeah, that's the art you see young feller,

you gotta know right where she'll fall.

Otherwise, the branches might get caught on another tree.

Then might drop on somebody's head, mightn't it?

- They'd get a nasty surprise.

- Knock'em clean through to Australia, I reckon.

- So there you are.

You're supposed to be helping me clean out the stable.

I'm just fed up for being sent to look for you.

- Now look-

- Well, thanks for giving me a hand, young Ned,

but I reckon you best be off home now, eh?

- Come on!

- Girls.

- Hello, Frances.

- Hello.

I'm glad I met you, it's saved me a trip.

- Oh, why's that?

- It's my birthday tomorrow,

and Daddy's giving me a garden party.

I was on my way with the invitation.

It's not too short notice?

You can come?

- Oh, I'd love to.

Of course I'll have to ask my father.

- It'll be such fun.

Mummy's bought me an absolutely divine dress.

I can't wait to wear it.

- Hello.

- You know Ned, don't you?

- Yes, of course.

Well, the party's from three till seven thirty.

Must go, got lots to do.

Bye for now.

- Bye.

Come on.

- What did she want?

- To invite me to her party.

- Oh, how awfully nice.

But I'm afraid to have another engagement.

To clean out the stable.

(pony whinnying)

Don't worry, Jonah.

- No, I have no objection to the party.

But I have a patient going into hospital this afternoon,

and I shall have to go and see him tomorrow.

- Oh, dear.

I'm afraid I was planning to go into town

to do some shopping with Dr. Gordon.

There won't be anybody to take you.

Well, I suppose I could put it off, but-

- Well it'll be over by seven thirty,

so I won't be home late.

- Oh, just a minute.

Ned, are you going to this party?

- No, thank you.

Ah, then you and Black Beauty can take Jenny in,

bring her back,

and Amy and I will go in with Farmer Jackson.

- All right.

Come on, Jonah.

- How's that?

- Oh, that's lovely.

- Come on Beauty, winter garden.

(Beauty snorting)

- What am I going wear?

They'll in their best clothes and new dresses.

Well, there's your party dress.

- Amy, it's three years old.

- Oh, well, come on.

Let's see what we can find, then.

- It makes me look like a little girl.

- What about the blue one?

I tore the skirt playing Cowboys and Indians.

- Now look, young ladies do not play Cowboys and Indians,

and certainly not in their best dresses.

- It's no good, I can't go. I've got nothing to wear.

- Well, look, I've got some lace and some ribbons,

maybe I can do something with it.

- By tomorrow?

- We'll see.

Doctor?

- Yes, what is it?

- Well, it's the party. You see, as it's at the Bazeley's,

well, it will be rather a grand affair.

And Jenny's worried

that she won't have the right thing to wear.

- Amy, I have this patient to transfer to hospital,

and several other people to see.

I may be a little late home.

(pensive music)

(Jenny sighing)

- Evening, Amy. - Oh, there you are, Doctor.

I'll get to your supper now.

- In a moment, I'll see to Beauty first.

- What's that?

- That's a secret.

(cheerful music)

- Go on.

Lovely boy, hmm?

- What has Black Beauty gotta be all dressed up for?

- It's Beauty's party too.

I want him to look his best.

- You're making him into a show horse.

What you doin' now?

- Plaiting his tail.

- What for?

- I want him to look pretty.

- Black Beauty, pretty?

- Mm-hm.

- Do you hear that, Beauty?

(Beauty whinnying)

Ribbons in your tail.

- Aren't you going to help me any more, then?

- The party's nothing to do with me.

- Well, maybe they'll give you some cake, or some ice cream.

- Oh, how awfully nice.

They can keep it.

- Nearly finished, Beauty.

(Beauty whinnying)

- Nobody'll miss us.

(pensive music)

(Beauty snorting)

(Beauty neighing)

(dramatic music)

- Have you finished my dress yet, Amy?

- It'll be ready when you are.

- Thank you.

- Didn't you wanna go to the party either?

Why are you trying to make me go back there?

Well, I'm not going back.

Not just yet anyway, so you can't make me.

Well, come on then.

We've got a long time

before we have to take Jenny to her party. (Jonah whinnying)

May as well go and see George.

- It, it's a bit lopsided.

- Well, wear a shawl.

Nobody'll notice.

Don't you like it?

- Oh, it, it's very nice.

- If you don't like it, you don't have to wear it.

- Amy!

What's that?

- Oh, I dunno.

Look inside.

- It's beautiful, Amy!

- Your father bought it for you.

- Oh!

(Beauty neighing)

- No, I'm not going back til it's time to leave, Beauty!

- You promised to take Jenny to the party.

You mustn't let her down, now.

- Course I won't.

- What are you doing?

- Well, I was fixing to have a go at this old tree here.

Oh, it looks like hard work though, don't it?

- Well, couldn't I help you?

- No, I don't reckon so.

- No use to anyone.

Not even you.

- Well, I'll tell you what I'll do.

You do exactly as I say, right?

Have you tied the rope round the tree yet, Ned?

- Yeah, that's it.

What's that for?

- Well, you cut a notch in the trunk, you see, young feller

and then you saw through from the back.

And when you reach the notch,

she'll fall right where I want her to,

in that small clearing there, you see?

Now, stand back, lad.

(gentle music)

- You look very pretty, my darling.

- Are you sure, father?

- It's quite, quite perfect.

(Beauty harrumphing)

- Easy, easy there, young Ned.

Now let me have a look at her.

I see, you'd better stand back, lad, right?

(suspenseful music)

Eh, hey, what's that pony doing down there?

- Jonah! - [George] Hey, hey!

- Jonah, get out of the way! - Hey, hey!

- Look out, George! (Beauty neighing)

(tree creaking)

(tree crashing)

(Beauty neighing) (Jonah whinnying)

George?

George?

George!

George!

(dramatic music)

(dramatic music)

(Ned struggling)

(Beauty neighing)

- I can't leave him, Beauty.

Get the doctor.

Get Dr. Gordon.

Go on, boy, quick as you can.

All right, George.

- Don't worry, Ned'll be back any minute.

But I'm afraid we can't wait any longer.

- Have a lovely time. - I will, thank you, Amy.

- You can tell us all about it when you get back.

- Goodbye, Jenny!

- Beauty!

Oh, Beauty.

(dramatic music)

(suspenseful music)

(Jonah whinnying)

- Oh, all right, Jonah.

It wasn't your fault.

I should have been watching you,

then it wouldn't have happened.

All right, George, Black Beauty'll be here

with Dr. Gordon in a minute.

(dramatic music) (Beauty neighing)

- Beauty, at last!

Where have you been, and where's Ned?

(Beauty whinnying)

Oh well, never mind.

We'll have to hurry.

It's almost four o'clock.

(Beauty whinnying)

Come on!

(Beauty neighing)

What is it?

Is something wrong? (Beauty harrumphing)

What is it, we're late!

(beauty harrumphing)

Is it Ned?

(Beauty neighing)

Has something happened?

(Beauty snorting)

All right, all right, I'll come with you.

(dramatic music)

Oh, Beauty.

(Beauty harrumphing)

Ned!

- [Ned] Jenny?

- Ned?

- Where's Dr. Gordon?

- Well he's, well he's gone into town, why?

What is it, what's happened?

- It's George.

He's hurt, hurt bad.

- Oh no.

Oh no.

Oh.

- He had no time to get out the way.

- Well, he's still alive.

- Yeah, but he's unconscious.

- That's probably just as well,

he won't be feeling anything.

We're gonna have to do something about that head.

(sad music)

We're gonna have to try and move this tree.

- It won't move, I've tried everything.

- Look, Beauty can do it.

It's partly held up by those broken branches over there.

We should be able to lift it enough

for you to drag George out.

- But if the tree rolls over, it'll crush George.

- Well look, we'll just have try it.

- I'll get some rope.

- Right.

Beauty, come on.

Come here.

(Beauty harrumphing)

Come on boy, pull, pull harder, come on.

Come on, pull.

Come on, Beauty, pull!

Come on, come on, boy!

Is it moving?

Ned, is it moving?

- [Ned] It's moving a bit.

- [Jenny] Is it all right?

How's George?

- [Ned] Keep pulling!

- Come on!

Come on!

How's it going, Ned?

- [Ned] Keep pulling!

Keep pulling, Jenny!

- [Jenny] Come on, Beauty!

- [Ned] A bit more!

- Come on!

- A bit more, Jenny!

- Come on, hard!

Hard, we're nearly there now!

Come on, Beauty!

Come on, pull!

Harder!

(tree crashing)

Are you all right?

Ned, are you all right?

One leg's all right, I think,

but the other's broken.

We're gonna have to find something to tie it up with.

Oh!

(fabric ripping)

- Jenny!

I thought you weren't coming.

- I'm sorry I'm late.

I can't stay,

I've only got time to explain what's happened.

- Well, that's all right, my dear.

- But it's not, look.

- But that's perfect.

(children giggling)

- Jenny!

Jenny, how very clever!

Come on, it's time for the judging!

Come on, everybody, it's time for the judging!

(playful music)

(children applauding)

- And for Miss Jenny Gordon,

first prize for her beggar on horseback.

(children applauding)

Well done, Jenny.

- Do you mean you were dressed all right for the party

like that?

- Yes, isn't it silly?

Frances had forgotten to tell me

it was a fancy dress party.

I explained to Mr. Bazeley what had happened,

and he introduced me as a beggar on horseback.

Beauty and I won first prize.

- Oh.

- Dear Amy, these are for you for helping me

with my costume.

- Oh, thank you.

- How's George?

- Well, I've set his leg, he's going to stay with us

until it's better.

He'll be all right.

Thanks to you.

- And Beauty.

Come on, boy. (Beauty neighing)

(playful music)

(dramatic music)