Original subtitles

(suspenseful orchestra music)

(dramatic music intensifies)

(dramatic music intensifies again)

(energetic orchestra music)

(energetic orchestra music continues)

(orchestra drums beating)

(uplifting orchestra music)

(uplifting orchestra music continues)

(uplifting orchestra music continues)

- Come on now, we don't want to miss that train.

- We're coming, father.

- I wish you'd let me go on my own, Doctor Gordon.

(horse neighs)

- I've got things to do in London myself.

Including talking to the specialist about your eyes.

- But there's nothing wrong with my eyes.

All I need is stronger reading glasses.

- That's very possible.

But I shall feel happier when Mr. Patterson's seen you.

- [Dickens] Morning, Doctor.

- Ah, good morning, Dickens.

Um, we're, um, we're going to London for the day.

I'd be grateful if you'd look in on the children.

Uh, if you're passing.

- Yeah, certainly doctor. Be glad to.

- Thank you.

- Good morning, Miss Winthrop.

- Oh, good morning, Mr. Dickens.

- Good morning.

(wagon wheels clacking) (low somber music)

- Anyone would think we can't look after ourselves.

- Well, we'll see.

- We've promised you. We're all going to work hard

and keep out of trouble.

- Hey, see it.

(grunts)

- Take your pick.

Not your lucky day, is it?

- That's all you're getting out of me.

- Ah, come on, Kevin. Be a sport.

(coughs)

- I can't, I'm skint.

- 'Bout you Nick?

- Not likely. Gambling is a mugs game.

Hello, Jenny. Uh, did they catch the train alright?

- You're smoking.

You're smoking.

- So what? Father does.

- You're not father.

- I'm his deputy. I'm in charge whilst he's away.

- Yeah, he is in charge.

- What's this?

- They've been gambling. - Shut up.

- Gambling? With Amy's best egg cups?

Whose idea was it?

- Albert's.

- I'll give you one in a minute.

- Have you made the beds?

- Huh?

- Peeled the potatoes?

-Um, well, I-

- And I can see you haven't cleaned out the stable.

- But Jen.

- Right. And while you're all working, I'll cook the lunch.

(coughs)

- Who did you say was in charge?

- Whitney.

(coughs)

- You can't take him.

- Why not?

- Well, I need Beauty.

I'm going into the village to do some shopping.

- Well, you can walk.

- Hey ya, what about me? How do I get to Mayberry Fair?

- You can walk too.

- But I asked for Beauty first, didn't 1?

- I remember.

- I'm riding him. - No, you're not.

- Shopping's more important than fishing.

- Maybe six miles.

- Oh, be quiet Albert.

- How can you be so.

(quarreling)

- Quiet!

All of you!

Quarreling isn't going to solve it.

- I suppose you've got an answer.

- Yes,

I have.

None of you ride him.

It's the only way you're gonna solve it.

Good. That's settled then.

(lively suspenseful music)

- Beauty?

- Beauty?

You promised.

- So did you.

- Where's Beauty?

- He's gone.

- Albert. - Albert.

(laughing)

- Oh, they think I'm gonna walk to Mayberry.

(laughs)

(horse neighs)

(sigh)

- He's sneaky.

- Well, we're not going to let him get away with it, are we?

- Come on.

(horse neighs)

- Keep your eye on the shell of your choice, sir.

The quickness of the hand deceives the eye

and a thing of beauty is a joy forever.

Now then.

- That one.

(sighs)

- Beat an old Teapot again. Right again.

Right again, Sir.

(laughing)

- That's uh, that's four sovereigns, isn't it?

- Yeah.

- And there's another four. There you are.

Now then, you've got a sharp eye, sir.

Why don't you have a little wager.

- I'll have a go.

- What, you?

- Why not?

- You need gelt for this sort of game, Sonny.

Spondulicks. Real cash.

- I won't worry about that.

(laughing)

My father is one of the most wealthy farmers in the county.

- And you better tell him to come along and play,

hadn't ya?

(laughing)

- He's in London and I'm in charge of the farm.

As a matter of fact,

I'm on my way to pay the men their wages.

(horse neighs)

- Nice horse.

- Not bad. You should see my other two.

(horse neighs)

- Go on lad. Try your luck.

- Sovereign, I presume.

Alright.

(fantastical spinning music)

- Well.

Take your pick.

(laughing)

- Can't we stop for a moment?

- Why?

- Because I'm out of breath.

- Come on.

- That one?

Nope.

That one.

- One more go?

- Oh, certainly, certainly.

Yeah. But first, don't you, uh,

don't you think you ought to settle up what you already owe,

old Teapot.

- Oh, yes. How much is it?

- Four and a half sovereigns.

- Double or quits.

- That one?

-Yes

- Sure?

- Yes.

- Not your lucky day, is it? Nine sovereign.

-Is it?

Well, I have to go home and get it.

- Go home? But you said.

- I shan't be long.

- You haven't got any money, have you?

- I have. Honest, I have.

- Where is it, then?

- It's at home in the other trousers.

- It's in his other trousers.

(laughing)

Listen my little bilker, I'll give you one hour.

Just one hour to get that money.

- Thank you, Mr. Teapot. Thank you.

(horse neighs)

- Hey!

- Not on him. He stays here.

In pawn so to speak.

(horse neighs)

- But he's not.

- Go on then.

- Get!

(laughing)

- Think he'll bring it back then?

- Well, if he don't, my old Tim he's lost his horse,

ain't he?

(laughing)

- Albert!

Come back!

- Albert! What's wrong?

- Where's Beauty?

- Come on, Albert, up, come on.

Now, where is he?

- They stole him.

- Stolen?

But, who by?

- Ruffians.

- Where?

- Just down at Mayberry.

- Let's get the police.

- No, there's no time for that.

- Well, come on.

- Where?

- To get Beauty, of course.

Come on.

(laughing)

(horse whinnies)

- I hope his lordship don't come back at at all.

She worth more than nine guineas.

(laughing)

- That's them in the tent. - Well lets.

- No! They'll see us.

- No they won't. I'll keep them busy.

You take Beauty, ride flat out.

I'll make my own way back on foot.

(laughing)

(horse whinnies)

(grunting and moaning)

(horse neighs)

(horse galloping)

- Joel!

- Hey! Joel!

(laughing)

- Hey, you're in a bit of a hurry, boy ain't ya?

- Let me go. Let me go.

- I think you better come and see old Teapot,

hadn't you, eh?

(horse neighs) - Let me go. Let me go.

- Stop! Stop!

- Why?

- What about Kevin?

- I'm sure he got away. Go on Beauty, faster!

- Look at that. Look at it.

Look at it.

That's my home. That is my home.

Do you know what you are? you're a homewrecker.

- You stole Black Beauty.

- Stole him? Stole him?

He was security for a gambling debt.

- I didn't know that. Albert said-

- Albert?

Go on.

Your father's away, isn't he?

Yeah, something else Albert said.

He uh, he also said he was in charge of the farm.

- What farm?

- What farm? What farm? Your father's farm.

- My father's a doctor.

- Oh.

Where?

- Five Oaks.

- Five Oaks.

Thank you very much.

Saddle up, we're going visiting.

- Where on earth have you been?

- Albert's just about to tell us. Aren't you Albert?

- Well, it's a long story.

- Giddy up, boy.

(horse nays)

- Someone's coming.

(horse nays)

- Come on, Beauty.

- Keep an eye on him. Find the horse.

(horse nays) (knock on door)

- Albert!

Albert!

I know you're in there, Albert.

Come on.

- They got Kevin.

- Look who we got here, Albert.

You wouldn't want anything to happen to him now, would ya?

Albert!

- What we gonna do?

- I don't know.

I don't know.

(horse grunts)

- Maybe he ain't in there, Teapot.

- He's gotta be.

- But I won it first.

- Well they let you just to get you going.

- Albert!

You comin' out of there?

- Oh no.

- Albert!

- Jonah. They've got Jonah.

(horse grunts)

- What's that?

- A horse.

- It would take four of that to make an horse.

Where's a big black one?

- This is all that were there.

- Oh. (horse neighs)

- Oh!

- He kicks like a horse, don't he?

(horse scoffs and grunts)

- Look.

Look.

Where could they have gone to?

- Let's clear off Teapot. We can take the pony with us.

- Where's Albert?

- Nevermind Albert. Let's go.

- For the the last time, are you coming outta there?

(knocking on door) S Albert,

I'm losing my patience.

- You'll never do it, Jenny.

- I'm going to try.

(knock on door)

- I'm coming in there one way or another.

Ready?

- Ready?

-1,

2,

3.

- Now!

(horse neighs)

- Get off of me!

(yelling and screaming)

- Get it away from me!

(horse neighs)

- Come on, Beauty.

(horse neighs)

- Get after her, Joe! Get after her!

She's gone to the police.

- Get him!

- Ay.

- Open up. Quick.

- L'il varmint.

I nearly got trampled on.

(laughs)

- I nearly got trampled on.

- What if Joe don't catch her?

- He's gotta catch her.

- Listen to you.

- Them kids is running rings around us.

Both of them are inside.

The girl's gone and the horse is gone.

- And I'm going to.

- Oh no you're not.

(laughing)

- Go away!

(laughing)

Go away. Leave me alone.

Go!

Away!

- Hey.

(horse neighs)

- Look, we don't wanna be thwarted by a couple of kids, do we?

- No.

- We're going in there.

- Yeah.

- See all I want something for me trouble

like a little clock or something.

- They're coming. Play for time.

- Come on, Kevin.

- Albert!

Albert!

I tell you, we know you're in there.

- Be careful.

- Yeah.

Ugh.

Sh.

- Good luck.

- You better open this door before we kick it down.

Albert!

I mean what I say. We'll kick it down.

- Don't do that.

- Albert, how nice to hear your voice.

- I've got the money.

- You'd better have or we will kick this door down.

- How much do I owe you?

- Well, shall we say 10 sovereigns?

That's a nice round sum, isn't it?

- 10 sovereigns?

- Albert!

Albert!

- Let's go, Teapot.

- I ain't going 'til I got me money.

Albert!

(horse neighs)

- Come on, Tim.

(beating on wood)

(scuffling sounds) (veiling)

(horses neighing) (horse clopping

(laughing)

- Welcome home, Miss.

(horse grunts)

(laughing)

- You know you, you three want lookin' after.

Your dad shouldn't leave you on your own like this.

Get in all sorts of trouble, couldn't they?

(horse neighs)

- Another troublemaker. Needs a firm hand, Joe.

- Yeah, well soon knock him into shape, now won't we?

- Hey, where's my little white horse?

- Oh, nevermind your little white horse.

- Yeah. Well I tied him to the side of that cart, didn't I?

- Now, then.

I'm gonna have a look around your charming little house

at all your nice things and then we'll be on our way.

- Hello, little white horse. Haha, where you been, eh?

You've been hiding from me, ain't ya, eh? Haha.

- Hey, Teapot.

- What is it?

- A big fat cop on a bike. Look.

- We better get out of here. Come on.

(horse neighs)

- Oh!

- Charge!

(horse neighs)

- Come on!

(horse neighs and grunts)

- Come on!

- Wait!

- Wait! Wait! Wait!

- Hang on.

- Watch.

(laughing)

- Don't let 'em get away. Come on after them.

- Come on, Albert. Let's get him.

- Beauty!

- Go on Beauty. Come on Jonah.

- After 'em Beauty. Go on. - Go on, Beauty!

- Bye!

- Oh, Goodbye!

(horses neigh)

- You of all people.

- Shut up, keep running.

- They're here.

- Hello, Father.

- Woah, boy. Hello, Son.

Why on Earth are you painting the front door?

- We thought we'd give you a surprise.

- Yes, uh, it looked a bit shabby, didn't it?

- Yes.

- Well that certainly is a surprise.

Well, you'll be pleased to know

that Amy's eyes are perfectly alright.

It's as I thought, she needs new reading glasses.

- Anything happened while I've been away?

- No. Nothing at all.

(horse neighs)

- Sh.

- Um, shall we go inside? Have a nice cup of tea.

- You don't want to get us into trouble, do you?

(horse grunts)

(dramatic orchestra music)

(dramatic orchestra music continues)

(dramatic orchestra music continues)

(dramatic orchestra music continues)

(dramatic orchestra music continues)

(dramatic orchestra music continues)