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Headaches. Uh, insomnia.

What's that, then?

It's sleeplessness, missus, it's sleeplessness. Oh.

Coughs and colds. Uh, loss of appetite. I've even known it to cure the gap. I'm

telling you, madam, that with a bottle of Joskin's Universal Panacea in your

house, you won't never need to go to no doctor, no not ever.

How much is it, then?

Sixpence. But you can't put a price on good health, missus. It's the best

possession what you've got.

This here's an investment, isn't it? An insurance.

Doctor! What are you doing? Coloured water, Mrs. Rogers.

The coloring's got lead in it. It's poisonous.

You, wait a minute.

You, wait a minute.

I've analyzed this. Three of my patients have acute enteritis because of this.

Rubbish.

And if you continue to sell it, I'll see that you're prosecuted.

Will I?

Go on, try it. Look, I mean it, Joskins.

That is certainly mighty.

I don't like being told what to do by no nosy village... All right, all right.

So I'm going.

And keep away from Five Oaks.

Nobody threatens me, matey.

Nobody!

You'll bite your tongue clean through if that knife slips.

And don't press so hard, Albert.

Leather's easy to work with if you treat it gentle.

All it needs is a steady hand and a

sharp knife.

And sharp eyes, too.

Have you seen my medicine anywhere, Albert?

Here you are, Mr. Surtees.

It's nearly empty.

Ah, thank you, my boy.

Is it nasty?

Who can hardly taste it?

What's it for?

Just a tonic.

Nothing wrong with me.

Fit as a fiddle, I am.

Good morning, good morning, good morning.

My blessed reins have gone and snapped.

Can you fix them for me, Kenny?

Oh, better have any ones, Mr. Joskins.

Must be careful with harness.

Your life must depend on it.

There, now.

That's safe for Dr.

Gordon.

Dr. Gordon?

Yes, that's Black Beauty's saddle. The girth broke the other day.

Lucky he wasn't at the gallop.

Would have been a nasty accident.

Yeah.

Let's have a look at your harness, Mr. Crossgate.

Oh, yeah.

Do you mind if I sit down for a bit? I've had a very hard morning. Certainly,

certainly.

The long reins are up there, Albert.

I'll bring them out with you.

Right.

That's better.

Doesn't take care of his tact, does he?

All cracked and dry.

Here you are, Mr. Surtees. Oh, I'm fine, Albert, fine.

All finished, then? All fixed, Mr. Joskins.

Thank you very much, Mr. Surtees.

Thank you very much indeed.

But, Mr. Joskins.

Yes? What?

Oh, yeah, look, I'm a bit short at the moment. Tell you what, I'll pay you when

I call round next week. Here, a little present.

No, no, no, don't thank me. See you next week.

Giddy up there, derby!

Good day to you, Mr. Surtees!

What a blooming no!

Why don't people pat straight away, Mr. Surtees?

I know someone who will.

Hang on to that, Albert, and get me Black Beauty saddle, eh?

Hurry up, Albert.

It's not finished, Mr. Surtees. Not finished?

Not finished? Of course it's finished. Here.

No, Mr. Surtees. I've been repairing saddles all my life. Come on.

Perfect. It's perfect.

And don't start telling me my job.

You're just a beginner and you've got a lot to learn. And I want eight more

bridal straps cut in before I get back.

Here we are, Mr. Surtees, and I'm obliged to help. Thank you, Doctor.

Are you all right? A bit stiff, little.

How's Albert getting on? Oh, I think she knows everything already.

Good day to you, Doctor.

Good day.

There's three more in the surgery, Doctor.

I'm coming.

What's wrong with everyone?

Joskin's disease. It looks as though I'm going to have a busy day.

Can I help?

Oh, yes. You can deliver some prescriptions for me. Right.

What are you up to?

Nothing. I told you to get on with your work.

Well, Black Beauty sadly ain't safe. I know it ain't, Mr. Surtees.

Go on, then. Tell Dr.

Gordon. A fine fool you'll make of yourself.

Oh, we'll see, won't we? Ah, you'll work for me no longer. Well, that suits me

fine. Kevin!

No, no, get back!

Here. What are you doing?

I've got to get you, Mr. Circus. Come on, boy.

Come on.

You young villain, you.

Kevin!

Kevin!

Kevin!

No, Kevin!

So he wants to race, does he?

Beauty, go and fix Dr. Gordon.

Go on!

Albert's taken my horse.

He's got some silly idea. Kevin's in danger.

What sort of danger, Mr. Sutton? He's made me very angry at this.

What sort of danger? Fancy accusing me of bad workmanship.

Said I hadn't repaired... I hadn't repaired Black Beauty's girth property.

The young upstart.

Beauty.

Where's his saddle?

Which way did Kevin take, Amy?

It's a shortcut over Wilkes Leap.

Wilkes Leap.

Come on, Beauty. Off we go, boy.

I told him, look. I told the silly old fool, but he wouldn't listen.

It's concussion. He may have cracked his skull.

If only I'd stopped him going that way.

No, it wasn't your fault, Amy. You're not to blame.

Now, sir, you can't put a price on it.

It's the most precious possession what you've got, sir.

Right then, mister.

How many bottles did you say?

I didn't think you'd want to come back.

How is Kevin?

He's still unconscious.

If only I'd listened to you.

Shall I tell you why I came back?

Because when people are ill, they don't always know what they're doing.

But you ain't fooled me, Mr. Surtees.

So why don't you just go to the doctor instead of dosing yourself with this?

I don't like doctors.

They've got some funny ideas.

Are you scared to go?

Yes.

But what if there's another accident?

Another accident?

No.

There mustn't be another accident.

Mr. Joskins, suppose... I'll check his harness. He's still in the neighborhood.

But only if you promise to see Dr. Gordon.

I promise, Albert.

Albert, you're a very good friend.

new harness.

Clear off.

I told the old man I'd pay him next week.

No, he isn't, Ed.

There's been an accident.

Accident?

Yeah.

Yeah.

Ended up at the doctor's house?

That's right.

Been there, has he?

No, not him. His son.

Oh, dearie me, dearie me.

What a dreadful thing to happen.

Going fast, was he? And it broke.

The girth.

I didn't say anything about the girth.

Didn't you?

Oh, I mean, in a riding accident.

I said an accident and that's all.

What are you going to do about it?

I'm going to disappear my little squeaker.

That's what I'm going to do.

yourself young fella me lad I ain't gonna kill you I'm just gonna leave you

and when they find you

I'll be back in London

My gun! Where?

My gun!

Mr. Surtees. Oh, but what... I owe an apology.

Ah, that's all right. Dr. Gordon!

I'm going to make you the finest saddle you've ever seen.

Thank you.