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What was that?

I don't know.

Thunder?

He's trembling.

Maybe it was an earthquake.

Don't be silly.

Earthquakes happen in Turkey and Japan and places like that.

Good afternoon to you.

Good afternoon.

Could you tell us the way to the village, miss? We've been lost this last

of hours, wandering in circles with a terrible thirst upon us. We live quite

near here if you want a drink of water.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Very kind indeed.

But, uh, water?

Well, uh, I was once told never to touch it.

So what do you drink instead?

Oh, a kind of medicine.

I expect my father has some. He's a doctor.

Well, I don't think we'll bother him just the same.

Ah, we can get plenty of it in the village.

At the, um, Red Lion?

Oh!

Bless you, miss.

There's no fooling you, is there, huh?

There they are, me old son.

This is the blasting that's frightening you.

Blasting? Ah, from the new railway line.

What do you call them?

Black Beauty.

Black Beauty, huh?

You'll get to the village if you go that way, and second turn on the right.

Ah.

Thank you, miss.

Bye. Bye -bye.

Come on, beauty.

Black Beauty, huh?

Now, how would a country doctor come to want a sweet thoroughbred like that?

Round the back. I beg your pardon? The doctor's round the back. Yes, but I

just... You'll have to wait your turn with the rest.

There won't be a moment.

Henry. Henry Bullivan.

Hello, James.

You're supposed to be building bridges in Australia.

In New Zealand? That was six and a half years ago.

Sit down.

How on earth did you know I was here? I didn't.

Simply paying a visit to the local doctor. I had no idea it was you. How

extraordinary. It's good to see you again, Henry. It really is.

What are you doing here?

Building a branch line to the new factories the other side of Marne Hill.

And what if there's a big brute of a dog over there just waiting to rip us to

pieces?

You're only making problems, Mikey Sullivan.

Letting your cowardly imagination run away with you. No, Jim, no, no. I've got

feeling. that we are heading for trouble. Look, I am fed up of digging

fed up of working.

There's breeding in every muscle of that animal.

The one is an Irish thoroughbred, so what right have they to have him? What

we going to do with him?

There you go again. What are we going to do with him?

Make a fortune with him, of course.

You're crazy.

Look, you'll see. That horse will be the making of us. The making of us.

Thank you very much.

Gunpowder, dynamite, gelignite, nitroglycerin. More cake.

Eh? Oh, thank you, Miss Winthrop.

We use gunpowder this afternoon.

What we call a low explosive, safer than the others.

Sounds dangerous enough to me. Oh, safest houses if you know what you're

But why use explosions at all, Mr. Boulevard?

Well, in these modern times, Vicky, people want things done in a hurry.

the pity.

I'd love to see a big explosion.

Oh, well, unfortunately, we shan't be doing any more blasting.

Well, that'll please Beauty.

He hated it. Well, horses get used to it.

Do you know, James, that hill, um, Marne Hill?

Now, if we'd run a cutting right through there, we'd shorten the line by about

four miles.

My lords and masters in the Great Western Railway seem to be against it.

Oh, don't forget tomorrow if you want to see the track being laid, Kevin.

Don't worry, he'll be ready.

Bye, Vicky.

Bye.

Right, now, listen.

We go down to the pub, stay there till it's dark.

Then take a nice, quiet stroll back up here and collect our horse.

And what if our horse won't come? What if, what if, what if? You're full of

ifs. Of course he'll come.

And I know exactly where to hide him.

Did you hear that?

It was Beauty.

I didn't hear anything.

I'm sure it was.

Those bangs have upset him.

Don't fuss, Liggy.

The old son?

That should keep you quiet for a while.

I'd better go and calm him. I'll come too. Sit down.

But, Father... Both of you.

How are you doing, Michael?

He nearly walked on me fingers.

Will you be able to manage him?

Manage him?

The greatest trainer in the west of Ireland could make a wild Arab stallion

out of me hand.

Come on.

There's a fortune waiting for the three of us.

Do you know what this is, Jimmy O'Toole?

This is stealing.

Indeed it is, Michael. Indeed it is.

Come on.

Sure I didn't know that you found a place like this.

Didn't I need somewhere to rest myself when the digging got too much from me

delicate constitution?

Ah, nobody will recognize them now, will they?

That's when I finish disguising them. Here, give me that knife there.

What for?

What for? To trim his tail, of course.

It's gone.

What do you mean, it's gone?

Where has it gone?

I left it behind me in the stable.

What if they find it?

Oh, what if they... Well, what if they do?

A knife like that could belong to anybody.

Not with Michael Sullivan written on the handle.

Ah!

No! No, do you want him to get away?

I'm waiting for Jim!

I can't time him back!

I'm calling Jim!

Isn't it Kevin's turn?

You know it isn't!

Oh, Vicky.

Mr. Bullivant is late. Would you settle Black Beauty for me, please?

Yes, Father. You can take him for a canter up the road if you like, but

long. We won't.

Maybe you dropped it somewhere else.

I can't hear a word you're saying.

Maybe you dropped it somewhere else.

We've got to make sure.

The door's open.

He's broken out.

I said he was upset.

Let's have a look in the paddock.

Vicki!

Do you recognize it?

Those men we met yesterday.

One of them had a knife like this.

See? M. Sullivan.

They can't have stolen Beauty.

They must have.

The stable door was shut before breakfast.

Then they've only just taken him. Yes, but which way?

They're working on the new line.

They've lots of horses down there. They'll hide him among the others.

What are we going to do?

Tink, man.

Tink. Will you stop your blooming blathering when I'm trying to tink?

The making of it, you said. It's more like the finishing of it.

The possum, sir. The possum, sir.

Oh, yeah, by the way, marvellous news.

Heard from the board last night they've changed their minds about Marne Hill.

So you will be blasting up there after all. The charge is being set now.

Marne Hill? That's where the horse is.

Get down!

Vicky!

They're not back yet.

Well, that really is too bad of them. I told them not to be long.

Well, I'm afraid I can't wait any longer, James. Oh, don't you worry,

It's not your fault.

Oh, pity Kevin will miss the fireworks, though.

Well, serves him right.

We can't leave him there.

He'll be killed.

What can we do about it?

The doctor's going to wait there for the kids.

Until he goes, we're stuck.

Then we'll have to tell him.

Are you mad?

It'll mean jail for the two of us. So where's your love for that beautiful

animal gone to now, huh? Flown away with all your little dreams of glory.

Mister!

Mister!

You can't go no further.

But our horse has been stolen. I'm sorry, miss. They're blasting at Marne

Blasting? They can't be. Oh, can't they? Well, you'd better ask the governor,

then.

Mr. Bullivant.

And if them charges go off before we get to the hut, there's no hope for them.

You must show me where it is. Come on.

All ready, sir.

The charges are in position.

We're just laying the fuses.

Her father's horse has been stolen. It looks as though two of our men did it.

Our men? I don't believe it. One of them's called Sullivan.

Well, I've posted men since early morning, warning people to keep clear.

One of them might have seen something.

But it's certain your horse won't be anywhere near Marne Hill.

He hit his head.

I can't leave him.

Light the fuses.

You can't go down there.

Here,

Gibbon, have a look.

What's that fool doing there?

He just disappeared.

The old hut.

Beauty.

Here, come back.

Adam,

what are you doing?

Stop, you folks. Hold it. Hold it.

Quick, over there.

He's alive.

Get down under cover.

But he's alive.

Any second now, there's going to be another explosion.

Vicky, come here.

broken me neck when I fell, Doctor.

Wishing yourself dead won't bring my horse back.

No, it was Jim, you know. He's a country boy, so he's a bit wild.

He fell for the grace and the beauty of that lovely animal.

We both had such marvellous dreams that he was going to be the making of us.

Father!

Vicky!

Henry. Kevin.

Oh, Beauty.

Well, James, what are we going to do about these two villains?

Well, there's no point in sending them to prison. They'd only be breaking

there instead of here.

Besides, in a way, I've got a feeling that Beauty has been the making of you.

At least, I hope he has.

Oh, yes, sir. Yes, sir, he has.