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(thrilling orchestral music)

(tense suspenseful music)

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- [Albert] Dr. Gordon! Dr. Gordon!

Dr. Gordon! - [James] What is it?

- It's old Mr. Coombe, the shepherd.

- Is he hurt?

- No, it's his dog, Ross. It's stuck in a trap.

Kevin!

Kevin!

(bright suspenseful music)

(James sighing)

- Poor old fella.

- A sheep bolted.

Ross tried to wear them away from Mr. Armstrong's land

and ran into that trap.

- If people only knew the suffering they caused.

(trap clattering)

(James sighing)

I'm sorry, Mr. Coombe,

but I'm afraid he's finished as a sheep dog.

- Can't you do anything, Doctor?

- I'll do what I can, of course.

But if he ever works again, it'll be a miracle.

Come on, boy.

You better come with us, Mr. Coombe. You look exhausted.

- I can't, Doctor.

I have to round up my flock.

I don't know how I'll be able to without Ross.

- We'll help you.

- [Kevin] Of course we will.

- You better take Beauty with you.

(light playful music) %sheep baaing)

- Get up there. Go on.

Go on, get.

Go on. Hey, hey.

Go on.

That's right, Beauty. Go on.

Well done, Beauty.

Go on. Get on there.

(sheep baaing)

- See? I told you.

- I'd never believed it, Albert.

Thank you Kevin!

Would've taken me all day to round 'em up.

- Thank Beauty, not me.

- Aye, he's better than the best sheep dog anytime.

- Oh, crikey.

(horses hooves approaching)

- What do you think your doing?

Harassing my sheep like that?

- I wasn't, Mr. Armstrong.

- I saw you myself from up there. You were chasing them!

- Beg pardon, Squire.

They're not your sheep. They're mine.

See?

They've got my mark on 'em.

(sheep baaing)

- Well, in that case, what are they doing on my land?

- I was taking them to graze, sir.

But something frightened them.

My dog tried to stop 'em.

- But he was caught in one of your traps.

- If it hadn't been for Black Beauty,

I might not never caught up with them.

- Oh, very well, Coombe.

I'll accept your explanation this time,

but in future see they keep to the common field.

If they're found here again, you'll be prosecuted.

- Oh, very well, Coombe.

Hmm, who does he think he is?

(sheep baaing)

Oh, no. He's scuttled the sheep again.

Come on, Kevin.

Bring Beauty and we'll go round them up again.

(sheep baaing)

(wagon rattling)

- Whoa, whoa.

(sheep baaing)

- Anybody can graze their animals here.

It's common pasture.

- You all right, Mr. Coombe?

- Kevin, get Beauty.

Come on Mr. Coombe.

Come on. Come on.

Come on. Get him down.

- [Kevin] Go on. - [Albert] Down, Beauty.

Down. - [Kevin] Down.

- [Albert] Come on. - [Kevin] Go on. Down.

(Mr. Coombes grunting)

- [Albert] What are we going to do with the sheep?

- [Kevin] We'll have to take them back to your cottage.

(wagon rattling)

(sheep baaing)

- How did you get in here?

Go on. Shoo.

Nasty things. Get away!

Leave my flowers alone.

Oh, horrible.

- Well, one thing's certain.

You're going to have to rest for a day or two.

- But I can't, Doctor.

I've got me flock to round up.

They're all I've got in the world.

- Doctor!

Doctor!

They are nasty sheep all over my garden

and I can't get them to leave.

- Kevin, Albert.

- Aren't you well, Mr. Coombe?

- Well he's very tired, Amy.

He's going to stay with us for day or two.

- Well, if you say so, Doctor.

- Well, I'll make up a bed then.

- No! Please, Miss Amy.

I'd rather be in the stable.

- The stable?

- I haven't slept in a house these 20 years.

Wouldn't feel right.

(sheep baaing)

- Go on! Go on!

Hey, hey, hey! Go on.

Go on, Beauty.

(horse whinnying) (sheep baaing)

- How's Mr. Coombe?

- Ah, he's resting. Amy is making him something to eat.

Well, they can stay here for tonight.

They'll have to be taken to pasture in the morning.

- Well, who's gonna look after them?

- Those two new shepherds.

Kevin Gordon and Albert Clifton.

(boys laughing)

(sheep baaing) (lighthearted music)

(soft suspenseful music)

(Mr. Coombes snoring)

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(sheep dragging)

(sheep baaing)

- They're not round the back.

- There's definitely only nine.

That means three of them must have escaped during the night.

- Well they could be anywhere by now.

- They can't of got far.

- Look, we are responsible for them.

We've gotta keep looking for them.

- Yes, but we don't want Mr. Coombe to worry.

Listen, you take the others around to the grazing field.

Me and Beauty will keep on looking.

- All right.

Go on. Go on!

Come on over there. Come on!

Weesht weesht weesht!

Way, yup, up, up. Come on.

Over there. Go on. Go on.

(soft ominous music)

(soft mysterious music)

Horse hooves clomping soft suspenseful music

Go on, go on. Get in there.

(soft lighthearted music)

- Well, Kevin, did you find them?

- Not a sign.

Mr. Armstrong nearly caught me in his woods.

- I felt certain we'd be able to find them.

What are we gonna do?

- Go on looking, I suppose.

We can't tell Mr. Coombe we lost three the first day.

- We didn't lose them. They lost themselves.

- Still. - I know.

Look, they come here every day, right?

- Right.

- Well, maybe they set off to come here this morning.

Maybe they're back along the track somewhere.

- It's worth a try.

- I'm coming with you!

Ah, they should be safe enough.

(soft dramatic music)

If they had bells on their necks, we could hear them.

- Well, they're not on this track.

Let's try that one. - All right.

(horse neighing)

- Come on Beauty, come on.

It's hopeless.

(horse neighing)

Beauty! - [Albert] What's he doing?

- [Kevin] He's going back to the common field.

- [Albert] Beauty, come back.

Beauty!

Beauty!

What are you doing?

What's he up to?

- Where did they all go to?

- There's only four left.

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- Uh, they just vanished, you say?

- Yes, Mr. Dickins.

We thought we better to bring them back here.

- [Dickins] Hmm.

- [James] Seems pretty obvious, Mr. Dickins,

that three were taken during the night

and the other five today.

- Well, if they have been stolen, sir,

they could be almost anywhere by now.

On their way to the butcher shops in London, most likely.

- They couldn't be.

- Well, we've had reports of other thefts

of small numbers of sheep in the district

and we believe that's where they went.

- Have any of them been recovered?

- Well you see, sir, with no evidence,

uh, nothing to go on, so far, no.

- [James] Mmm.

- But we're keeping our eyes open.

- And for pity's sake, don't lose anymore, hmm?

- No evidence. Nothin' to go on.

We're keepin' our eyes open.

- It's not funny, Albert. Come on.

We've got to find those sheep.

- It's no use.

We don't even know what we're looking for.

- I don't want to give up yet.

- We've looked everywhere.

- The woods beyond Beacon Hill.

We haven't searched there yet.

- Boy. Come on, Beauty. - Come on.

- I've never been here before.

(birds cawing)

- It's only trees.

We better split up.

- Here.

- What's the matter?

- You're gonna take Black Beauty?

- You afraid?

- No. Just that you always have him.

- All right.

But if you see anything, come back and tell me.

- Come on, Beauty.

How do I find you?

- Yell like you usually do.

- [Albert] Go on. Go on.

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(horse neighing)

(wagon rattling)

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Whoa.

(sheep baaing)

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Kevin! Kevin!

- [Kevin] Here!

- I found them.

- [Kevin] Found what?

- All Mr. Coombe's sheep.

That man Hinkley's got them. - Where?

- They're tied up in the woods. Come on!

- No!

We've better tell Father first.

- All right.

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- They're gone.

- I told you we should have stayed here.

- Whoa, boy.

- Well, they were here, Dr. Gordon, honest.

The van was there.

He left the sheep on the floor

and he was just about to get this tin from down there.

- Sheep, all right.

Are you sure there were Mr. Coombe's?

- Of course I am.

They had that red cross on their backs.

And that man Higgley was covering them with green paint.

- Green paint?

- He was making them into green circles.

- That's it.

You've done very well, boys.

Now off you go home. Come on, Beauty.

- Where's he going?

- I don't know.

- You think he might have told us.

- Look, the tracks of the wagon.

- [Albert] Can we follow them?

- It's worth a try.

- Come on.

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Well, the tracks seem to be heading over there.

He must be that way.

- That's the way to Squire Armstrong's.

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- When my old shepherd retired,

I engaged a new man as sheep handler, Jenks.

He's very efficient.

- Yes, I see you're building up your flock, Mr. Armstrong.

- Just at the time, sir, if I may say so,

when there have been a number of thefts

of sheep in the area.

- Exactly what are you accusing me of, Doctor?

- No, it isn't an accusation. Just an inquiry.

- Jenks! Jenks!

Ah, Jenks.

These gentlemen wish to know where we've been

buying our sheep.

- Oh, well, from all over the county, sir.

Well, I've got all the bills of sale in the stable, sir.

- Yes, well go and get them, will you?

Then get on with your work. - Yes, sir.

- They'll all be legal and above board, I assure you.

I suggest you take your inquiry somewhere else.

- Look, there's Black Beauty.

(sheep baaing)

So that's where Mr. Coombe's sheep went.

- [Kevin] We'll have to take them back to Mr. Coombe.

- Oh, there's too many of them, Kevin.

And how do we catch them?

And how do we know which are Mr. Coombe's?

- We'll take them all. I'll get Beauty.

(sheep baaing)

- They appear to be in order, sir, far as I can tell.

- I'd advise you both to be more careful in future.

- Albert saw this man changing the brand marks.

- Albert!

- Mr. Armstrong! Mr. Armstrong!

Mr. Armstrong, sir! The sheep!

They've all gone!

You see, sir?

(soft mysterious music)

- Where's Black Beauty?

(sheep baaing)

- [Albert] Go on. Hey, hey, hey. Come on.

Go on. Giddy up there. Go on.

Come on, come on, come on, come on.

We've done it. We've done it!

- What are we going to do now?

- Better search them, I suppose.

- They might think we've stolen them.

- Well, we might as well be hung for sheep, little lamb.

Come on, come on.

Hey, hey! Come here. Hey!

(horse hooves clomping)

Keep still, can't ya?

There's a good girl.

Good girl.

Wait. Come here!

Come on, I'm only trying to rub the paint off.

Come on!

- I can't find any of them.

- Well, keep looking.

They gotta be here somewhere.

They must be!

Look! Come, come!

(soft suspenseful music)

- There they are.

- This is positively the last straw.

What do you think you are doing?

- Do you have an explanation?

- We had to do something.

- To prove it.

- To prove what?

- That some of these sheep are not yours, Mr. Armstrong.

- Don't be ridiculous!

- You better take care what you say!

- Look, I saw that man Higgley mark these sheep.

I'm just looking for...

Look!

- Mr. Coombe's mark.

- Well now, sir, it very much looks as though

you might be charged with receiving stolen property.

(tense dramatic music)

(sheep baaing)

- Come on there, boy. Come on.

Yeah.

(tense suspenseful music)

- Whoa.

(tense suspenseful music)

Come here, come here you.

Be still.

(horse neighing)

(tense dramatic music)

- Stay where you are.

- Don't let him get away!

- Stop! Stop! Stay where you are!

- [Albert] Stop! Stop!

Look out!

- [James] Ho! Ho!

- Whoa! Whoa!

- [Dickins] All right boy, lad, down you come.

- [Kevin] Get down. Come on, you!

- You're coming along with me, lad.

- [Kevin] Come on! Come on!

- I didn't know the sheep he sold me was stolen, sir.

I swear it.

- You bought them much cheaper than you told me.

- Higgley gave you the false bi?ls of sale.

- Well, it was only a small profit, Mr. Armstrong, sir.

Wasn't nothin' dishonest.

- I'm not so sure about that, my lad.

You're coming along with me.

- Now all of these will have to be sorted out

as well as looked after.

And I have no one experienced enough to do it.

- Well, the most experienced shepherd I know is Mr. Coombe.

Mr. Coombe? - Sir?

- After all, you do owe him something.

- Yes, sir?

- Would you be prepared to take on Jenks's job?

- That depends, sir.

- I'm in no position to bargain.

State your terms.

- Well, old Ross here, he'll still be fine as a guard dog,

but I'll need a new dog for the running.

- I'll get you one.

- And I couldn't, couldn't take the job on

unless my friends could visit me.

That means Albert and Kevin and Black Beauty,

especially at rounding up and shearing times.

- Oh, very well.

- Congratulations, Mr. Coombe.

- Thank you, Albert.

You're gonna help me, boys.

Come, come now. - [Albert] Come now, Beauty.

We'll show him. Come on.

Yeehaw!

- [Mr. Coombe] Get 'em up after double the pail!

- [Albert] Come on, Beauty.

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Horse whinnying) (bright horn music)