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It's too high, Mr. Robert.

Your blood pressure.

You'll have to take things easy.

Rubbish.

I'm a farmer. I've got no time to be idle.

Just give me something to ease the pain.

No, I'm afraid you must rest.

Must, is it?

Don't try and tell me what to do.

I'm your doctor. And I'm paying you.

Dr. Gemmell washed his hands of you because you wouldn't listen to his

But if you don't want these attacks to continue, you'd better listen to me.

He's bad tempered. Yes.

He's a bully.

He plays up because he knows you're frightened of him.

I'm sorry.

No, it's true.

I am frightened.

That's why father makes me ride him.

Says I must master my fear.

That's enough, Nimrod.

Steady, boy.

Steady.

Now, calm down, Nimrod.

A horse needs a bit of firm handling, that's all.

You needn't be frightened of him.

But it's not only Nimrod.

It's all horses.

That's difficult for you to understand, isn't it?

No, it's not.

I can't bear spiders.

They make me shudder.

Everyone's frightened of something.

I don't think Father is. Of course he is. He must be.

Now then, go on. Up you get.

That's it.

At home, you're giving the orders.

Cool, calm, and collected.

You've simply got to be very firm and not stand any nonsense.

Whoa.

A man tried to attack Beauty.

What?

On the road by the lake.

I'd better tell Father.

Is Beauty all right?

Oh, yes.

He didn't hit him.

Just waved his stick and shouted.

I think he was a bit mad.

Come on, we're going.

Get up.

Yes, Father.

Oh, by the way... Get up on your horse.

Yes, Father.

Sit like a weak -kneed girl.

Sure you're not frightened of him, David?

And what did he look like?

Oh, smallish and very stocky.

I'm certain the abbots know about him. Oh, why?

They acted so strangely.

David looked quite scared.

Would you know him if you saw him again?

Of course I would.

Good. Well, if you do, keep away from him. Do you promise?

We promise. Promise?

What's that?

It's medicine. I've asked you before not to touch.

For Mr. Abbott, not that the gentleman will bother with it.

He's ought to be in bed, but you can't talk to him.

Far too used to getting his own way.

Like Nimrod.

David Abbott's horse.

It's a pity that farm's so isolated. He must be rather a lonely boy.

Could we ride over there tomorrow?

We could take this for you.

Save you the journey.

I've made you some nice sandwiches.

I do hope you find Mr. Abbott's farm.

Honestly, Amy, you'd think we were going to Africa.

I've got a marvellous sense of direction, haven't I, with you?

Oh, yes.

Marvellous. We go through Long Barrow until we reach Brandon, over Marne Hill,

and Abbott's farm's on the left.

Goodbye, Amy.

You made that up.

Well, I didn't want her to get anxious.

Livingston. Where are we? The farm's around here somewhere.

Somewhere?

Nonsense. We're lost and you know it.

Oh, no, we're not.

It's that way.

Beauty!

Oh, all right, Beauty.

We'd better ask at that cottage, I suppose.

It looks empty.

Will you ask, or shall I?

Both of us will.

Hello?

Anyone at home?

Well, I'll never hear that.

Excuse me.

Is anybody here?

What is it?

Me.

We shouldn't really be in here.

The warrior.

He's just like Black Beauty.

Vicky, look at this.

Is that the man?

Yes.

What did you find?

In the cottage?

A jockey's cap.

David. Ricky. David.

What's wrong?

That man.

Who is he, David?

What man?

The one who attacked Black Beauty.

He's tried to shoot him.

Well?

I don't know who he is. You do, David. You do.

Hey, you do.

Come over here.

I said come here.

What do you want?

Medicine.

From my father, Mr. Abbott.

You don't stand around here prattling.

Get Nimrod saddled up.

And ride him for two hours, you understand?

You two had better go.

Shouldn't you be in bed, Mr. Abbott?

I'm sure my father said... You impertinent wench!

I don't give a rat what your father said!

Father, I'm sure Uncle Ted has got... I've told you not to mention that name

around here!

I've got to go.

Is he the man, David?

The one from the cottage?

Look, I don't know what you're talking about.

You said your father wasn't frightened of anything, didn't you?

Please, Vicky. But he is.

He's frightened of the man at the cottage, isn't he?

Please don't ask me.

Frightened of your uncle.

Yes, all right. He is my uncle.

Why does he hate Black Beauty?

Well, it's not beauty that he hates.

Unless... Oh, I don't know. Unless beauty reminds him of... The warrior.

We went into his cottage by mistake.

We saw the statuette.

I see.

And there was a photograph.

His wife.

She was thrown and killed three years ago when Warrior ran away with her.

And then that night... What happened, David?

Well, he didn't know what he was doing.

He shot Warrior?

They barred him from racing.

And that's when he came down here. And Father gave him the cottage.

And he's lived there alone ever since.

How dreadful.

Father says he's still dangerous.

But I don't think so.

He's just lonely.

And desperately unhappy.

And it's so wrong to shut yourself away from people like that all the time.

But Father says it's what he wants.

Nonsense. Of course he doesn't.

I wish we could do something.

What?

Well, we could go and say we're sorry.

About going in the cottage, I mean.

At least it would show someone cares about him.

I'm not going back there.

Why not?

You're not scared, are you?

Whoa!

That's near enough.

How's Nimrod behaving?

All right.

Well, aren't you coming?

No, if he sees me with you, he'll get nowhere.

He won't even speak to you.

He'd better not see Beauty either.

Will you be all right with them both?

I think so.

Come on, Kevin. Stay, Beauty.

Steady.

Steady.

I want to see him.

We understand.

We really do.

We're very sorry, Mr. Harvey. Look. Stay where you are.

I don't want you here. I don't want anyone here.

But, Mr. Harvey. Now, that's enough. Go away. Go on. Go away. Go on. That's

enough.

We'll be right back.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's over.

It's all over.

Ted? I've wronged you, haven't I?

No, John.

Why?

I think you shut yourself away like that.

Instead of trying to help.

No, that was up to me.

I've wronged you.

You saved his life.

I'll never forget it.

That Nimrod.

He's got the devil in him. He's a brave lad, your David.

Kept his edge, you know.

Tough as nails. Just like his father.

But I couldn't have done it without Black Beauty, eh, Vicky?

He never gave up.

Well, he knew Nimrod couldn't run away forever.

And you were right, weren't you, Beauty, eh?

Nobody can.

Al Fatiha.