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Maggie!

Maggie!

There you are.

Maggie?

Maggie, we're here.

Hello, Jingle.

No, of course I haven't forgotten you.

Maggie, where are you, Maggie?

It's us.

Kevin and Vicky.

What's up with her?

Good morning, James.

Oh, hello.

I must say, you do have the most extraordinary patience.

Oh, these particular patients have eaten something that didn't agree with them.

How are you, Roger?

Fine, thank you, James.

Did you hear about the robbery last night?

At Willoughby Hall, yes.

What was stolen this time?

A painting.

Another one.

Why, that makes the fourth one in the last few weeks, doesn't it? Yes, this

no ordinary painting. It was a George Stubbs. You know how valuable that can

Yes, I do.

Well, I wonder how much longer the police are going to allow the villains

remain free.

Hasn't she come out?

Perhaps she's not well.

Get out of here, will you?

Don't you know this is private property?

Maggie!

Have you forgotten?

This is Sunday afternoon.

We always visit you on Sunday afternoons. I don't care when you visit

I'm not having you kids around my place anymore.

Maggie, what's wrong?

We're your friends, Maggie. We won't do any harm.

I don't have any friends anymore.

So just you get out of here and mind your own business.

And take that black piece of yours with you.

What's wrong with her?

Why is she acting like this?

She's down in the dumps, that's all.

By next week, she'll have forgotten all about it.

Even so, there must be a reason.

James, this gang of thieves must know the area pretty well.

Probably from the village itself.

Oh, I doubt it, Roger. I've got to know these people pretty well, and I can't

think of one of them that's likely to get involved in this sort of thing. Oh,

there are a few idlers in the village who'd be willing to earn an easy penny.

Well, whoever they are, they certainly know what they're looking for.

Father, we've just been up... Just a minute, Vicki. What about saying good

afternoon to Mr. Carlisle?

Good afternoon, Mr. Carlisle.

Father, we've just been up to the canal to see old Maggie. But she wouldn't let

us go on board the barge. Just as well.

But you don't understand, Amy.

Maggie's always been our friend.

Oh, she's never shouted at us before.

She's different.

I think she's frightened of something.

Hmm? Frightened of what?

Oh, we don't know, Father.

Oh, I think I do.

They say in the village that Albert's coming home and naturally she's nervous.

Albert?

Albert Wingrave.

Maggie's son.

Son?

They say he ran away from his mother when he was a little boy.

Just after his father died.

But why didn't Maggie tell us about him?

Because he got into trouble.

He stole some money.

And they put him into prison for a very long time.

Poor Maggie.

No wonder she's worried.

So, Vicky, that silly old woman has a secret all of her own.

Maggie's our friend.

Vicky? Vicky, I think you'd better take Black Beauty to the stable.

Yes, Father.

Vicki, I'm sorry I upset you.

I shouldn't have said that about Maggie.

It's not her fault, Mr. Carlyle.

She just can't work things out on her own, that's all.

Yes, I know.

But it was a foolish thing to say.

I'm sorry.

Well, I'm sorry I was rude to you, too.

I really am.

What are you doing up there?

Listening, of course.

Well, I... I shouldn't have been rude to him. He didn't mean it.

But I'm so worried about Maggie.

Well, there's not much we can do about it.

Yes, there is.

Come on, beauty. What are you doing?

I'm going back to see Maggie.

What for?

Well, if she's in any kind of trouble, I'm going to make her talk to me about

it.

Well, that's what friends are for.

Come on, baby.

Maggie, are you down there?

Have you seen all you want to?

Where did you get it, Maggie?

Come on, you must tell me.

It's none of your business.

Maggie.

I think...

This is the painting that was stolen from Willoughby Hall last night.

Stolen? Who said it was stolen?

You must tell me the truth, please, Maggie.

Why did you do it?

I didn't steal any pictures.

I'm only keeping them safe.

Them?

You mean there are others?

Maggie, what have you done?

They could put you in prison for this.

Prison? Me?

Dear Maggie, don't you understand?

Stealing things that don't belong to you is wrong.

Even if you just hide them for someone else. But I didn't steal them, I tell

you. He forced me into it. He gave me money and... If it's... Albert that's

into trouble again.

Well, then you still shouldn't have done it.

Even if he is your own son.

Albert? Who told you about Albert?

Albert Wingrave mixed up with a gang of art thieves.

Is that possible?

Why not?

They say in the village he's a tough character.

It takes more than a tough character to do a job like this. It takes a trained

eye.

That's certainly true of last night's robbery.

One of Stubb's finest paintings.

Do you know, James, the horse in that picture reminds me very much of Black

Beauty.

Really, Roger? That's interesting.

Doctor? Dr.

Gordon, Vicky's gone to the barge again.

She really oughtn't to go there on her own.

Not with that jailbird likely to be there. There might be trouble.

All right, Amy, don't worry. I'll go and get her. Well, you'll have to walk.

She's taken Beauty with her.

James, why don't you let me handle this?

The barge is on my way home.

I'll make sure no harm comes to Vicky.

If your father sent me to fetch you, he doesn't want you to visit old Maggie's

barge. Oh, she'd never harm anyone.

It's not her we're worried about.

You mean Albert?

Yes.

Mr. Carlisle, do you know when he... When he...

When he came out of prison?

Mm. Why?

Nothing.

You go home now.

Leave this to me.

She found them.

I'm not going back, Mother.

I'll not be locked up again. I'll not.

We'll go downriver.

There's still time.

Time? What about the paintings?

We'd never get away.

Albert.

Albert!

Stop it, Mother. Stop it.

All those years I was alone, thinking of you, hoping that you'd come home one

day and that everything would be different.

Well, I came home, didn't I?

To what? Go on, tell me.

Strangers, mother, strangers.

They looked at me and shook their heads because they knew what I was. An

outcast. No, Albert.

What chance did I ever have to go straight?

Once that girl talks to her father, I'm done for.

We'll get rid of the paintings.

What good would that do? It's too late.

Well, what then?

I don't know, I don't know.

We'll go down the canal.

We'll hide.

We've no chance.

We're trapped, don't you understand?

Mother! Mother!

Oh, I wish I knew what to do, beauty.

If Maggie leaves with those paintings... Yes,

you're right.

I must stop her leaving.

Go on, boy.

Go on. Go on.

Hey, man.

Let me know when that patient arrives.

Maggie?

Maggie!

Please don't go, Maggie.

do any good running away.

No one is going to put me in prison, not ever.

Please, Maggie.

Maggie.

Come on, Jingle.

Cheer, boy.

What are you doing here?

Are you Dr. Gordon?

Yes.

I've got something to tell you.

My name's Wingrave, Doctor.

Albert Wingrave.

Ah.

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin! Maggie's in terrible trouble.

What sort of trouble?

She's got all those stolen paintings on her barge.

Are you sure?

Of course I am. I saw them myself.

Maggie has them shut away.

I knew it. It must be that son of hers.

Doctor?

Doctor Gordon!

Doctor! All right, Albert.

I'm trusting you to go straight to the police.

Yes, Doctor.

But, Amy, you don't understand.

We've got to save her. Of course we have.

What is it, Amy?

Well, Vicky has some story about finding all those stolen paintings on Maggie's

barge. It's not a story. Maggie's in terrible trouble.

I think I've heard quite enough nonsense for one day.

Father!

Maggie's taking her barge down the canal with all the stolen paintings on board.

We've got to stop it.

You'll do no such thing. You'll stay here.

Forget about Maggie and the barge. It's none of your concern.

Your father's quite right, Vicky. We should leave these things to the police.

Where are you going?

Where do you think?

To stop that guard.

But father said... Wait for me.

What are we going to do?

Please

don't

let them arrest Maggie, Father.

It isn't Maggie we're after.

Keep out of it now, you two. Leave the rest to us.

That's the man.

Get that man.

It's Mr.

Carlisle. Hmm.

Barbara, he's getting away.

Yeah, this way.

No, Mr. Dickens. Leave this to Beauty.

Go on, boy.

Go and get him!

Okay, me.

No, it was Mr. Carlisle who stole those paintings. It was something he said.

What was that?

He compared the horse in the painting with Black Beauty.

Why couldn't he have known that? Well, nobody could, apart from the owners and

me.

I only saw the painting for the first time when I treated Lady Willoughby last

week.

He knew Albert was just out of prison.

Roger threatened he'd put the blame on him if Maggie didn't hide the paintings.

And the sad thing is that Roger really loved the paintings.

He had to have them, whatever the consequences.

What about Maggie now?

There, you see, Albert?

You were right to tell me everything.

I was scared, Doctor. Me with the criminal record and all. I know. You've

for the pass. There was no need to be frightened.

People aren't all like you, Doctor Gordon.

You'll get work.

I promise you.

You're really home now, Albert. You're really home at last.

Thank you.