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Bye.

Jenny. Jenny, I'm sorry.

If I hadn't gone with Simon and Brian... They'd have hurt you, and they'd have

taken Beauty anyway.

No, no, it's all my fault.

I should have got Beauty away from them somehow.

Oh, Ned, he's just lost.

I don't want to talk about it.

He's just lost.

Yeah, but I'm going to go and look for Simon.

We'll get Beauty back.

Won't we, Jonah?

She's pleased, isn't she?

Steady. Come on. You know what? Ten pounds.

Simey!

I'm a friend of yours, but if I was to drop a word into the wrong place...

friend. You are wags.

Ten pounds.

Now, get out of my yard before I change my mind and call the police.

Otherwise... Don't threaten me.

John Simon.

All right.

I'm going.

I'm going.

How do you come any closer?

All right, all right. I ain't going to hurt you.

Where's Black Beauty?

How would I know?

Simon in there.

No, he ain't.

Where is he then?

Look, I'll run away from him.

When I told him you escaped, he clobbered me.

Well, he's clobbered me once too often, so I'll run away from him.

If you can do it, so can I.

Has he got Black Beauty?

Maybe.

Look, Bri.

I've got to find him.

I've got to bring Black Beauty back.

Let's jump him then.

Let's give him a taste of his own medicine.

Come on then.

Who's there?

Siamie. I knew you'd be back.

Friends don't desert old Siamie.

That's right.

Look what I brought with me.

Well, if it isn't Neddy boy.

King of the horse lovers.

Clever of you, Bri. To get slippery Ned back to your uncle Siamie must be my

lucky day.

Come into me hidey hole.

Here, sit down.

Where's Black Beauty, Siamie? What have you done with him?

I found him a good own, no thanks to you.

How much did you get for him, Simon? Oh, yeah, what's all this then?

What's it to you, anyway, Bri?

I want my share.

Oh, how rude.

Very rude of me to forget.

Who was it, then?

I don't want no more of your lip. I'll teach you two to gang up on old Simon.

Give me out of this!

We'll put you out, all right.

What's that mean?

What should I do?

Help!

Help! Oh, the cops! Wait!

Tell us who you sold Black Beauty to. Yeah, then we'll get you out.

Thank you, Bri. Good luck.

Bye, Ned.

I'll get you.

Oh, come back.

I'll be back.

I'll get you, yeah. You want to push Brian with you?

I'll get you.

Bring him over here.

Right. Now let him be.

Right.

Now this is your last chance.

Otherwise, it's to the slaughterhouse with you.

It's Black Beauty.

I know where he is.

Come on.

Inside. You can tell me all about it.

Whoa. Whoa, boy. Whoa.

Mr. Wags.

At your service.

I'm informed that you have a horse of mine. A black stallion.

A black stallion?

Oh, no.

All the only horses here belong to me.

In that case, you won't mind if I look for myself?

No, not at all.

Where

is

he, Mr. Wags?

You're a friend of Siamie, aren't you?

Siamie? I know a man called Siamie. What of it?

Yeah, well, Siamie told me he sold Black Beauty to you.

Father.

Where is he now, Mr. Wags?

All right, all right. So he was here.

But I paid hard cash for him.

How's that to know he'd been stolen?

You can explain that later in court.

Where is he now, Mr. Wags? How would I know?

He's a mad one, he is.

He's just knocked the three of us down.

He's broke clear away over that fence over there. Come on, clear away.

He could be the next county by now, for all I know.

Come on, boy.

Come away, Jenny.

Looking out of the window won't bring them back any quicker.

Oh, I know, Amy. But I do wish they'd come soon.

Amy, they're back! Beauty's here!

Isn't it marvellous?

Oh!

And

he

wasn't there.

He had been, but he broke free just before we arrived.

Well, didn't you go and look for him? Yes, Jenny, we did.

Still, if he's free, he's bound to find his way home. Yes, yes, he might be here

any time now.

It's a long way, but he'll be back in the morning. You'll see.

You're all just talking, all of you. Now, Jenny... They're just words, all of

them. None of them will bring Beauty back, not any of them.

You miss him like the rest of us, don't you, Jonah?

I was so blooming clever.

I was sure I'd found him.

We will, though.

We've got to...

just as the sun was rising.

Ooh, they look nice.

Oh, you poor horse.

Oh, who could have been so cruel to you?

If I knew who it was, I'd give him a piece of my mind. That I would.

There.

That's better, isn't it?

Come along now.

I'll take you home with me.

There we are.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Here, boy.

Come on. There.

Oh, you poor horse.

We'll soon make you better, won't we?

I'll put some ointment on it.

Oh, Rosie, my love.

Hello.

Where do you find him, then?

He's astray, Father. I found him in the woods.

Oh, he's in such a bad way.

I'm going to look after him.

Steady on, Rosie.

Better find out who owns him first, eh?

Oh, I hope you don't. The way they've been treating him, they don't deserve

back. Poor old boy.

Ned, you shouldn't keep on blaming yourself.

It isn't anyone's fault, really.

Except for Siamie and Wags. It was my fault that Siamie and Wags took Beauty.

That's nonsense.

It was you who found both of them.

Yeah, but I haven't found Beauty.

Oh, look, stop being so sorry for yourself.

We all miss Beauty, all of us. But we've just got to go on searching and hoping.

He's eating up nicely, isn't he? Yes.

Well, we can't find the owner, can we?

No. If you're going to learn to ride him, my girl, you better learn to do it

properly.

Thank you, Father.

Good, lass, good. You're coming along well.

Bye, Doctor.

Oh, bye, Amy.

Jenny, come on.

We've a long way to go.

Yes, Father. Bye, Amy. Bye, Clement.

Bye, Miss Nightingale. See you at supper.

We've a lot of patients to see today.

You'd think she'd forgotten, Beauty.

No, don't you believe it.

Mike looks in fine fit, all right? He is, Father. He really feels at home here

now.

I've got a job to do over at Fleetwood this afternoon.

Why don't you two join me afterwards and we'll have a brew of tea up in the

common? Well, that's a fair distance.

Hey, do you think we can manage it, Mike?

I'm tired, Jenny.

This is our last call.

Come along, Rosie.

I've been waiting this quarter of an hour. You have a good ride?

Oh, Father.

I don't know what was the matter with him today.

He seemed restless somehow.

I thought perhaps he wanted his tea too.

Hope you haven't been riding him too hard.

Mike!

Go on, Jonah.

Get in. What's the matter, Jonah?

Hey, Jonah, come back here. Come back.

That beauty's come back. He's come back. I knew he would.

Beauty!

Beauty, where have you been?

I knew you'd come back, beauty.

Where did you go to? What did Simon do with you?

Mike!

Mike!

Oh, Mike, I thought I'd lost you forever.

Oh, thank you for finding my horse.

I really thought I'd lost him.

What do you mean, your horse? He's ours.

He's not yours.

He can't be.

He's mine.

Show him, Mike.

Come on, Mike.

Beautiful horse.

Beauty.

Beauty!

Rosie and I were just wondering... It's all right.

It's all arranged.

You don't know what I was going to say.

Well, Dr. Gordon's kindly said, Rosie can come and visit Black Beauty here as

often as she wants.

Oh, thank you, Dr. Gordon. And you too, Jenny.

Come on in now, everybody. Come along.

There's tea and cakes in the kitchen.

Mike is a beauty, isn't he?

By any name.