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I've acquainted you with the law, Dr. Gordon.

Ignore it at your peril. Surely, Mr. Crevice, you must see yourself the

injustice of the situation.

Injustice, sir?

How dare you?

My client only wishes what is rightfully his.

Render unto Caesar that which is Caesar's.

Good day, sir.

Hello, Father.

Oh, hello, darling. Have a nice ride. Yes, thank you.

Who's that man?

He's a lawyer representing the new owner of the Ryder stable.

No young Solomon Ryder sold a place in, has he?

Yes. A farmer from the north has bought the land, the stables, and, uh, had no

horses. Well, what's this got to do with us?

When they were going over the records, um, they found that, uh, old man Ryder

had given a...

Two -year -old black stallion to a certain Dr. Gordon.

Beauty?

On an extended loan.

But no!

Mr. Ryder gave us beauty forever. You told me he did.

That's what I thought, Jenny, but the records show differently.

Well, then the records are wrong.

The old man was ill and you helped him to recover.

And he gave you beauty as payment. That's how it was.

That's what I tried to tell Crevice, but he wouldn't listen.

And now the new owner of the Ryder stables wants his property back.

No, he can't. Beauty belongs to us.

He's one of us.

Not according to the law, Jenny. Then the law's wrong, too.

No one can take beauty from me. Not you, not the law, not anybody.

I'll talk to our own lawyer. We won't give up without a struggle.

Oh, beauty.

Oh, you'll be safe with us.

I'll make sure that you always stay with us.

I'll look after you. Come on, I'll look after you.

Ah, Miss Gordon.

Do come in.

Please sit down. Thank you.

I'm delighted to make your acquaintance.

I'm even more delighted to see my client's property outside in the yard.

What property is that?

The horse.

I believe you call him Black Beauty.

I confess, I thought at first your father was going to be difficult about

all.

A magnificent animal.

He'll fetch a fine price at tomorrow's auction. You're going to sell him? Yes,

yes. My client has no interest in horses.

He bought the stables for the land, and tomorrow we're going to auction off all

the stock, including beauty.

No! I won't let you.

He was a gift from Mr. Ryder to my father.

So, I'm going to get that story all over again. It's not a story. I came here to

tell you the truth.

I suppose your father thinks I'll be moved by a little girl's tears.

My father doesn't know I'm here.

And I'm not crying.

I wouldn't cry in front of you if you were the last person in the world.

And I'm not a little girl either.

Miss Gordon.

You'd better leave Black Beauty in my possession.

I'd rather die than let you have him. Beauty belongs to us. He'll always

to us. And if you try to take him from us, then you'll be no better than a

thief.

Come on, Beauty.

I'm not going to let them get me.

There's nothing we can do.

There must be.

Read the lawyer's letter for yourself, Jeanine.

Without a receipt or formal deed of gift.

We have no legal claim to Beauty.

He's wrong.

Oh, Jane. He doesn't know. He doesn't know the truth.

They're going to sell Beauty.

They don't want him. They don't deserve to have him. He's ours, Father. He

belongs to us.

I'm sorry, Jenny. The law states... Oh, the law! The law isn't always right. And

if you believe it is, then you're as bad as they are.

Jenny! Come back!

Good morning, Dr.

Gordon.

Allow me to introduce my colleagues, Mr. Beadle and Mr. Shanks, officers of the

crowd, bailiffs with a magistrate's order for the repossession of the animal

call Black Beauty. Mr.

Shanks, would you be so kind?

But of course, Mr. Crevice.

Without compliments.

I'm sure you'll find it all in order.

I've no doubt.

Mr. Quivers, at our first meeting, you said that I might possibly purchase

Beauty.

That was yesterday, Dr. Gordon.

Unfortunately, last night prior to the auction, I received a bid for the entire

stock, including Black Beauty. I decided to accept it on behalf of my client.

I couldn't even sell your horse back to you now, even if I wanted to.

It isn't mine to sell.

It never was.

It's not scraps of paper or deeds or whatever that make an animal like Beauty

belong to someone.

It's love and affection.

But that's something you know nothing about.

That's enough.

Shag, beetle, get the horse.

No! Out of the way!

You obstructing justice!

You menace, sir! How dare you lay your hands on her!

Get after her.

Go on. Move.

Good girl.

I wouldn't be so free with my congratulations, madam, if I were you.

In this country, horse stealing is a very serious offense.

What shall we do now?

We'll just have to wait here.

They're not following us.

We're safe, Beauty.

We're safe.

Why

didn't

you follow her?

She's in the woods.

She's got to come out sometime, hasn't she?

It was right, Mr. Crevice.

She'll come crawling back home when it gets dark.

No sense in running all over the countryside.

All right.

We'll wait.

There's nothing to be frightened of.

It's all right, beauty.

Don't worry, beauty.

We'll be safe here.

Come on.

Come on.

I'll catch my death of cold in this rain.

No sense in us all getting soaked in the skin.

I'll be at the inn at five oaks, should you find her.

Better go out the back way, Doctor. They're still playing cat and mouse out

there. Right.

If Crevice comes back... Yes, you leave that gentleman to me.

We'd have been better off chasing her in the woods.

Jenny. Oh.

Jenny, you must be exhausted.

Thanks for leading us to the hole, Dr. Gordon.

We'll take the hole now, miss.

Now, just you two stay where you are.

No, Jenny, no, you can't run anymore.

Shanks, grab her.

You leave her alone.

Ginny!

Here!

Ginny! No, come back!

You all right?

That's the trouble with people nowadays, Beagle. They've got no respect for the

law.

Is she back?

No, there's no sign of her, not unless she's hiding in one of the barns.

No, I've just looked at her.

Yes, I'll change my clothes before I go out again.

Look, it'll be loud for a few hours. Why don't you look for her then?

I mean, what good can you do in this weather?

She'll probably have found shelter by now.

I hope so.

All right, I'll rest for a while.

There's no need for you to stay up.

Good night, Doctor.

Good night.

Dr. Gordon, oh, you've been sleeping in these wet things.

They're dry now.

Oh, I knew it.

It's the way you've been sleeping.

Have you looked in her room? Is she back?

Yes, I looked for her coming downstairs. She's not back yet.

I'll pack my medical bag.

She's going to need it.

What is it, beauty?

Huh?

Is someone coming?

Now, if she comes back, you'll put her straight to bed. Oh, you've got company.

Ah,

Gordon, any sign of the horse yet?

I warn you, Mr. Crevice, your greed has driven my daughter out into the night.

And if any harm comes to her, you pay for it.

She brought it on herself, Dr. Gordon, and well you know it.

But I forget myself.

May I introduce my client, Mr. Sheridan, the new owner of Black Beauty.

It's the horse, Mr. Sheridan.

It's your horse.

I'll catch you.

No.

No, please.

Where the devil have you been?

We've been riding all over the country.

It doesn't matter now. We've got the horses in the yard.

Go and get him and tie him to the back of my trap.

The sooner we're gone from here, the better.

Yes, sir.

Allow me, Mr. Sheridan.

I'm sorry, Mr. Crevice, but that animal's dangerous.

Dr. Gordon, I insist that you tether your animal to the rear of my trap.

My animal, Mr. Crevice, but I thought you said it was your client's animal.

If you want Black Beauty, you take him.

Good horse.

Here. Good animal.

There, boy, there.

Good horse.

Good beauty.

Good fellow.

I'm not going anywhere. Don't stop me, sir.

You might be a ticker.

Pull, Shag. Pull, Beetle.

Mr. Sheridan.

Mr.

Sheridan.

It's no good, Crevice.

No matter how often you tell me the horse belongs to me, the horse tells me

different.

You'd better keep him, Dr. Gordon.

He's no use to me.

Crevice, you've made a nuisance of yourself around here long enough.

Draw up a document stating, finally, for all time, Black Beauty belongs to the

Gordon family of York Cottage.

Are you sure you've got the wording right, Mr.

Sheridan? What are you talking about?

From what I've seen of them, I'd say it was the other way round.

You're quite right, Mr. Crevice.

It's we who belong there.