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Mr. Ronson around, please.

Who's asking?

Oh, I've got a letter for him.

I'll take it.

Are you Mr. Ronson?

I happen I am.

Bloodsuckers.

You poor thing.

You're not getting enough to eat, are you?

And they've got work to do, girly, even if you haven't.

These horses look sick.

Are they being fed properly?

I think they need a rest.

Aye, them and me both.

While the banks keep screaming for their money, we'll all have to keep slaving

away.

It's not fair.

No, it's not.

That's the way it is.

Vicky, will you please calm down?

He's working them to death. We've got to do something.

We'll need to know some more facts, Vicky.

I've told you.

The old mine up past Jiska's place in Possengully.

The horses are starving and Mr. Ronson doesn't even care.

Well, it'll have to be reported.

They need help straight away.

I'm going up that way later. I'll call in and see Mr. Ronson after my rounds.

Can we go there now?

We?

You have got your lessons to do.

Can I do them when I come back?

Vicky, you promised.

Grandpa.

You know I'm almost up to date with my essay.

Can I finish it tonight?

Please?

She's only got a paragraph or two.

All right.

Just this once.

Can we go to the mine first?

Don't push your luck, young lady.

Hello,

my dear.

Oh,

thank you, ma 'am.

You'll forget some of it.

I've brought someone to look at your horses.

Just slow down.

Who are you?

Jennifer Denny.

What are you here for?

I'm a veterinary surgeon.

There's been a complaint about the way you treat your horses.

Oh, I see.

A little bitty girl.

She's my daughter.

Make up your mind what are you, an animal doctor or her mother?

Both.

The only good horse doctor in these parts is Samuel Burton.

That used to be so.

I'll tell you what else is so.

You're trespassing.

I just want to look at them. After that, I'll trouble you no further.

You look like the sort of woman who'd cause all people trouble to me.

We both will if you don't treat those horses better. Vicky.

Can't you use the steam pump for this work?

I can see where she gets her cheek from.

Surely it would be more efficient.

Maybe you'd like to give me 100 quid to buy one.

No, I didn't think so.

You can both get off my property.

We're not going until you promise... Vicky, it's time to leave. But we

Listen to your mother.

I know Ronson and his outfit quite well, Miss Vicki.

And the position is I can make all the orders I want to, and the court can back

me up.

But if he reckons he's not getting a fair go... You have the power to impound

the horses for gross misuse.

If I shut down the mine, I'd put Ronson and his labor out of work.

But what about the poor horses?

I feel sorry for them. I really do.

But people come first.

Ross is a skinflint, I know.

But Bobby Tomlin's another matter.

His wife's expecting again.

And they haven't as much as two pennies to rub together as it is.

But we have to do something about the horses.

They'll die.

I'll have a word.

Try to put the fear of God into them.

But I can't promise anything.

Hilda? Hmm?

You know Mr. Ronson at the mine, don't you?

We go back a long way.

Could you tell him to look after his horses better?

He might listen to you.

Why are you so upset?

Hilda agrees with us.

The horses are run down.

Yes, we know that, Vicki. Now eat up.

But eat.

I've hardly touched your food.

I'm not hungry.

As I was saying, in the future it will be a problem getting the power for these

engines.

You agree, Dr. Gordon?

I haven't really thought about it, Madeline.

Yes. Nobody thinks what will happen when coal and the oil runs out.

That's the problem.

To every problem, there's always a solution.

Well, why can't we find a solution now?

All adults ever do is talk.

I know those horses are suffering. Jenny knows the horses are suffering.

Hilda agrees with us, and so does Constable Carmody.

And what are we doing?

Talking!

It's a difficult situation, Vicky. We can't just wave a magic wand.

All I know is that while I sit here in the warm, eating, those poor creatures

are suffering.

May I be excused, please?

You may.

Thank you.

It's not fair, beauty.

It's not fair.

You know, Vicky, sometimes the hardest solutions are right in front of us.

Do you understand what I mean?

We're surrounded by forces stronger than all the horses in the world, stronger

than all the engines.

Come with me. I'll show you.

There it is.

What?

Can't you feel it?

The wind.

Yes, the wind.

I will pump the water from Mr. Ronson's mine with wind power.

really do that not me vicky nature

if we harness nature there's nothing we cannot do

There are enough things here to build a tower.

Hey, you two!

What do you think you're doing?

Mr. Ronson.

I'm Alfred Grunwald.

You have the problem here of not enough energy. I will fix that for you. I will

pump your mind dry with the power of the wind. What?

The wind?

He's foreign, isn't he?

Yes, he's from Germany.

Well, listen, whatever your name is.

Where you come from, you may believe in the power of magic, but I don't. Here

you can take your junk and hop it.

How much does it cost to feed your horses?

A flower in a week.

Aye, two whole shillings and it's too much.

What does that matter to you?

Well, that doesn't leave you with much profit.

And they don't work at night.

Of course not.

A wind pump costs nothing to run.

It works day and night every day of the year.

It doesn't get sick, it doesn't get tired, and you don't have to feed it.

Regret to inform you, we have no differential cartwheels in stock.

Soonest delivery from London, November.

Without this, I can't make it work, Vicki.

November!

horses won't last that long.

So what's the solution, Manfred?

You said there always is one.

There will be one.

In November.

They'll be dead by then.

You poor old thing.

I'm taking you away from me.

Come on.

I'm not gonna hurt you.

There we go.

Eat up.

And have a good rest tonight.

You can even sleep in if you want to.

See you in the morning.

I'm afraid we can't put it off any longer, Vicky. Today is long division

I knew it was too good to last.

You're being very reasonable about it.

As management says, every problem has a solution.

Even long division.

What happened to the girl who said she'd rather drink castor oil than do her

sums? I've changed a bit since then, Grandpa.

You said it only yesterday.

Some things are really easy to solve.

You just have to use your head.

I'll get my book.

Vicky, Mr. Ronson has reported his horses have strayed.

They were stolen.

And we were wondering if you knew what might have happened to them.

Horses? Have they run off?

We want you to answer the questions, not ask them.

I can't blame them for wanting to escape.

Not the way they were treated.

Oh, yeah, what did I tell you? Oh, she's in on this. All right, Mr. Ronson.

Well, stealing's a serious offense, young lady.

As bad as working them to death?

What she needs is a good hiding.

Vicky, look at me.

Do you know where they are?

That tearaway has cost me a day's work.

Seems to me you're long overdue for some time off, Mr. Ronson. Ah, well, I've

had it.

Come on, you two.

I've got to make up for this.

Just a minute, Mr. Ronson.

What's it now?

Constable, the collars on the yokes are rubbing.

They need adjusting and extra padding. Oh, look.

You might not have work to do, lady, but... Could you see to that, Mrs.

Do her bidding, Ronson, or you'll have me to answer to.

Good day.

Delivering His Majesty's mail is a grave responsibility. By being even a minute

late, you're letting down the whole service from here to London and back.

Are you holding up that poor girl again, Samuel?

Heaven knows when she gets anything delivered.

She was late again.

And you're making her later still.

Doesn't make a lot of sense, dear, does it?

I hear that Ronson got the horses back.

Oh, hi.

Those are the imported ones, dear. Very expensive.

I know, Samuel.

The children don't like the others. I give them to the parents. They can't

the difference.

I hear that Mumford's looking for a part for his windmill.

He had to get it all the way from England. England?

Nonsense! You tell him to come to me.

You're a real craftsman, Hilda.

Craftswoman?

You must have German blood in your veins.

My grandfather was part German.

Oh, I could tell.

Hey, my mind is filling with water while you're mucking about.

I'll be back in a week. I want to see new padding on these collars.

Have you finished?

Just about.

Oh, God riddance.

Hey, up, get up!

Goodbye, Mr. Burton.

Goodbye.

I'm going to the mine, dear.

But I was going to take the afternoon off, Hilda. Oh, I think you're a

principal. Meant to give it up without a word of complaint.

But this windmill business, isn't it a little harebrained? I never say no to a

challenge. That's why I married you, dear.

Yeah?

Pack of nonsense.

Windmill.

He thinks I'm an almond and growing tulips.

If this thing runs, I'll eat my hat. I'd like to see that, Reg.

I reckon this thing's ready to run now, Manfred.

Mr. Ronson, you're about to see the energy source of the future.

When's it going to start?

There! I told you so!

My turn's all right. Very pretty.

Now get this.

I'll have a junk out of here and harvest up my horses before I go out of

business. Why isn't it working?

What happens if the wind stops?

This valley gets the wind from the sea all the time.

How long does it last?

Forever. And if it breaks, I will fix it for nothing.

Speaking of which, Reg, I reckon this little job's going to put you back about

ten pounds. Then quit.

I've got that sort of brass.

Oh, I'm afraid you'd better go and dismantle it then.

Unless... What?

Well, you won't be wanting your horses now.

I reckon they're worth about ten quid. A miserable ten quid. They cost me twenty

each. You'd be lucky to get two now.

They're not fit for... dog meat.

I'll give you five pounds each for them.

What's that?

The pump?

That's my final offer.

Isn't it wonderful beauty?