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That's the place.

With a bit of luck, we'll catch up with the boy there.

This time he won't get away.

Drive on.

Who is he, this boy you're looking for?

My grandson.

I've been searching for him for a long while.

I've heard rumors he's in this area.

Well, what's he doing here?

He's travelling the road with an idiot of a conjurer.

A man not fit to have control over a dog, let alone a boy.

Why come to me?

Because you're a doctor, a man of responsibility.

Oh, thank you.

The boy is small for his age and delicate, living rough on the road, not

properly. Well, who knows what state he might be in.

If I find him, I'd like you to examine him and confirm the fact that he's in

urgent need of proper care and attention.

Your care and attention?

Precisely.

If I examine him, Mr. Woolgar, I shall do what's best for him.

Mr. Michael Grote and his son Stan are appearing in the village this afternoon.

It's the greatest show on earth. You'll never see anything like it again.

Don't miss it and tell your friends.

What's going to happen?

Come and you will see.

Hey, mister.

Is that you?

Yes. Do you really do all that magical stuff?

Oh, will you show me a few tricks, please?

I'm an artiste, sonny boy.

I only perform in front of an audience.

But I am an audience.

Please.

All right, son.

There's a penny.

Go buy yourself a lollipop.

That's a pebble.

Don't you want it?

No.

Don't ask questions.

Hello, Dave.

Hello, son.

All right, Stan?

Nice lot of people coming this afternoon?

Quite a few.

Oh, good.

Oh, I'd like you to meet... Albert.

Albert. Hey, you turned a pebble into a penny. He's marvellous.

I know.

Oh, I wish I could do things like that.

I've got an idea.

How would you like to be in show business?

Me? Just for this afternoon.

Would you like that?

Yes. Good.

Stan. Tell him what he's got to do with it.

Great.

deceives the eye.

There we are, my son.

Now then, ladies and gentlemen, I have here one very ordinary casserole.

Ladies and gentlemen, before your very eyes,

the Queen.

God bless her.

My good people, as you see, I carry nothing.

Up. My sleeve.

And for my next illusion, I require the assistance of a member of the audience.

Now, come along, anyone at all.

Come on, don't be shy, ladies and gentlemen.

Anyone. Me.

You, young man.

Now, young fellow, we've never met before, have we?

No. Are you quite sure?

Yes. Right.

We've got him.

Have you been to the Orient of late, young man?

No.

I enjoy the show.

I told you you would.

Yes. Nice horse.

You like horses?

Used to stay on my grandfather's farm a long time ago. He had horses.

Here.

There we are, boy.

There we are.

Come on, beauty.

Not as good as yesterday.

But better than the day before.

I think we'll manage, son.

Five oaks today.

And who knows? London tomorrow.

You really would like that, wouldn't you? How much would we get, Dad?

Never you mind about the money, son. You get on with your lessons. Come on.

But, Dad.

I'm not going to have anyone accusing me of neglecting your education.

Least of all your grandfather, right?

He's a good boy.

It's too nice a day to be stuck up in here.

Come on. I want you to show me some of those tricks.

Go on.

Come on.

Must be great fun, your life.

There you are, young man.

You're coming with me.

No! No! It's for your own good whether you see it or not. No!

Stand with me!

Stand! Stand! Come back! I'm only trying to help you.

Where have you two been?

Into the village.

There was a marvellous conjurer.

A conjurer?

Did he have a boy with him? Yes.

Ah, that could be Mr. Woolgar's grandson.

Are you all right?

He mustn't catch me.

Vicky. Are you all right?

Don't let him get me, please.

Who? Don't let him get me. Come on.

Can you ride, Beauty?

Get him up quickly, then.

Up you go.

Oh, all right.

Right, then the back of the cottage, Kevin.

Go home, Beauty.

Where's that boy?

Beauty's not in the stable.

I've never known him get lost before.

Perhaps Stan took him back to the caravan.

Look, you stay here. I'll go to the village and I'll see if they're there,

Hello, young fellow, Meret.

What's the matter? Mr. Grote, you must come to Dr. Gordon's. Stan fell in the

lake.

Stan! Why were you so long?

Carefully.

Why don't you leave us alone?

He fell into the lake. He might get a chill. He must be looked after properly.

Don't you tell me how to look after my own son.

It killed my daughter running off with you to live like a gypsy.

It's not going to kill my grandson.

One day he'll thank me for taking him away from you. He'll be brought up like

gentleman. He wants to stay with me.

I've already had a talk with the local doctor, Dr. Gordon.

He's agreed to examine the boy.

I'm absolutely certain he'll agree with me that Stanley's in need of proper care

and attention.

Stanley?

Where is he?

Wherever he is.

You'll never find him.

We'll see about that.

Back to the village.

I've got this doctor in on it too, eh?

I'll find my own way from here.

Go on, get off.

Get off!

Falling in the lake wouldn't hurt most youngsters, but this boy... Well, he

might easily develop pneumonia.

Mr. Woolgar's right. He's very weak and undernourished.

Stay with him, Amy.

Keep him warm and quiet. And give him regular doses of that new vitamin tonic.

You'll find it in the surgery. I'll go down to the village and leave a message

for Mr. Walker.

The next few hours we'll tell. Give that horse a rub down.

We don't want him catching a chill.

I won't hurt you.

Just tell me where the boy is.

Hope it's ready. I'm starved.

She can't have locked herself in.

The boy, the boy.

What?

Where do you think his father's taken him?

I don't care where he's taken him. All I know is that if I don't find him, he

could be dead in a matter of hours. Go and saddle Beauty and be quick.

Then look like them.

Come on, beauty.

Come on, son.

You're going to be all right, I promise.

What do you want?

I'm Dr. Gordon.

Don't be stupid.

Don't come any closer.

No one's going to take my son.

If I don't get that boy back, he'll die.

I'll look after him myself.

There are other doctors I can go to. It'll be too late. For all I know, it

be too late already.

I don't believe you.

I know you've been talking to my father -in -law.

The whole thing's a trick.

It's no trick. Now, please. No.

He's dangerously ill.

If my grandson dies... It'll be both your faults.

If you don't mind, gentlemen, I've work to do.

You must admit that the boy is looking... A lot healthier.

Yes, I do.

But you must admit... That he'll never be happy unless he's with his father.

Yes, I do.

Pity you couldn't both have come to that conclusion years ago.

Yes, you're right.

So it's all decided, is it?

Yes. I'm taking my son back to his grandfather's farm.

That's obviously what he needs.

And he does love horses.

and I'm going to provide the money for the lads' education, without, of course,

interfering with Michael's prerogative as a father.

Good. The main thing is never to forget that Stan's happiness is what's

important.

Bye.