All language subtitles for adventures_of_black_beauty_s01e19_the_ponies

Where are they, beauty?

You find them.

It is hurt.

Can you come?

This way.

I'm sorry.

Whatever it was, we were too late.

It was dead. Yes, poor thing.

There are no marks on it or anything.
Nothing to show why.

What do you think caused it?

I've no idea, Vicky.

There aren't enough facts to go on.

Well, couldn't you look at it?

No, it wouldn't do any good.

Anyway, I haven't the time now.

What's the matter, Father?

Two of the people in the village
collapsed today.

It looks like typhoid.

Typhoid? What's that?

Oh, it's a kind of fever.

Makes people very ill.

Sometimes they die of it.

Don't worry.

Father says you're to stay with us till
it's all over.

Now, Beauty, I want you to be on your
best behaviour and not to throw Albert

into the next field.

Don't pay any attention.

Just relax.

What is it?

I didn't think it was so far from the
ground.

Vicky, sorry to interrupt the lesson,
but I need Black Beauty.

No. Yes, I want you to harness him up,
come with me to the village, then drive

on into town and pick up some medicine
and supplies of vaccine for me.

I didn't know you were so interested in
animals.

Oh, yes, especially horses.

Oh, I wish more people were.

How do you mean?

Well, part of my job is to look after
the wildlife in the woods.

Do you mean like the forest families?
Exactly.

Don't they belong to anyone?

No, they've always roamed free in the
woods.

I like to make friends with them.

You be careful. Remember, they're wild.

They never let you come too close. And
if they're startled... There they go.

They must have got our scent.

If they've always lived here, why are
you worried about them? Oh, they're all

right now. But you should see them in a
drought or hard winter.

Freezing cold, starving.

Look.

Why doesn't he run away?

No, he can't. He's one of the oldest.

They're the ones that suffer most.

Why? They can't forage as well as the
others, and the herd often leaves them

behind. Well, couldn't we do something?

Yes. Couldn't we help them?

You carry on, Vicki.

I must say about some vaccine.

Is it bad, Doctor?

Yes, the typhoid's been confirmed.

If only I could get enough vaccine.

Do these inoculations really work? Oh,
yes, they've been proved to, Amy. But

supplies are short.

Is it dangerous?

Yes, very.

Make sure all the water you use and the
milk has been boiled until the drains

and the farms have been checked.

You wouldn't get many ponies in there.

It's not for them to live in. We're
going to put hay and straw in it. Then

can put it out for the ponies in the
winter.

Maybe we can even train them to come
here at special times to be fed.

What a marvellous idea.

What is it, Beauty?

All right, boy, all right.

Oh, it's only a scratch.

Look, it's Chalky.

Chalky?

What's he doing?

It's one of the forest ponies.

It's taken a liking to Albert.

What a poor old thing.

Ben said it would starve if it was left
alone.

He knows me.

Can he stay at Black Beauty's paddock
for a few days?

Well... Well, just until the shelter's
finished, then he can live there.

I'll look after him.

Why not?

in the woods.

What are you doing with it?

Taking him to the paddock. He's quite
tame.

Yes, he may be, but you should take him
back where you found him. You

understand?

Right, Mr. Thomas.

Hmm.

We've done it.

What are you doing?

Preparing vaccine, or trying to.

You see, this disease is caused by
millions of bacteria, bacilli, an

army of killers. But if you can isolate
them, then inject them back into their

victims, they fight their own disease.
And I think we've done it.

Well, can't you stop then, just for a
little?

Vicky's right. You should take a rest,
Doctor. Yes, yes, I can now, for ten

minutes.

Albert and Kevin in bed.

Yes. Oh, thank you.

I'm sorry I was so angry yesterday about
that pony.

Albert was very upset.

Yes, I know.

It really was gentle, not like the
others.

That's because it was so ill.

As it wasn't just old age, it had a sort
of...

Equine influenza pneumonia.

Why didn't you say?

Well, there was nothing I could do,
Vicky, and I was in a desperate hurry.

The only important thing was that it had
to be kept away from Black Beauty.

It was dangerous, highly infectious.

Vicky!

Vicky!

Subtle Black Beauty for me, will you?
Quickly!

Where are you going?

To get Black Beauty. Albert will get
him. What? Albert will get him.

Oh,

I thought Chalky was here.

Yes, so he is.

What? It was only for the last two
nights to keep him warm.

Where is he?

Through there.

He's dead.

That's coming on well.

It's nearly finished.

Oh, splendid.

Here, let me help.

I'll put a hinge on the front so you can
open and close it. That's the roof

done. Do you think we should put some
more mud on it?

Oh, you can finish that at any time.
Now, I've spoken to some of the farmers

told them what you and Albert are doing,
and they've promised us a bale or two

of age throughout the winter.

All you've got to do is collect it.

When? Oh, there's no time like the
present. Start at Quarry Farm.

It'll need the two of you.

Right. You can take the cart.

On your marks, ready, steady, go!

Come on!

Poor Albert.

That's the best way you'll be able to
get over it, doing some hard, useful

I'm sorry about old Chalky, but the boys
are only meant to be kind, you know.

Yes.

I'm worried what Father will say to
them, though.

Although you disobeyed me, I understand
why you did it.

It was to save you from being hurt that
I told you not to look out of the old

pony. There was nothing anyone could do
for it.

I wish I'd had the time to give it more
humane treatment during its last days,

but I was just too busy, and human
beings must come first.

Yes, Father.

Right. Well, now we've work to do.

The stables have got to be completely
cleaned out and sterilized. I only hope

that beauty isn't infected.

Come on.

And you can go back to your own stable.

There you are.

There you are.

Father. Careful.

I'm worried about Black Beauty. He's not
eating.

It's too soon to tell, but his
temperature's up a little, and there's a

stiffness in his legs.

What is it?

It could be a mild dose of influenza.

He's healthy enough. If he's kept warm
and given soft foods, he ought to be all

right.

He'll be fine, won't you, boy?

I'll leave him in your care, Vicki. Look
out for any sign of coughing.

And watch his temperature.

Yes, you were right to fetch me.

Well, he hasn't been coughing.

No, but he's clearly ill. His muscles
are stiff and his neck.

What is it?

Well, they're not the symptoms of
influenza.

I don't know, Biggie. I just don't know.

What's that?

Warm linseed.

He's hardly eaten for two days. Yes, try
him with it.

He must have something.

I'll look in again later.

Come on now, beauty.

Just a little.

Come on.

Father!

Another pony's died.

I'll go and see Mr. Garner right away.

This is where it was.

Whatever it had, it wasn't the flu like
old Chalky. Three or four of the ponies

had died in the last six months.

There's so few of them, we could wipe
them out. This is one of the places

the ponies usually come. Yes, they're
always here.

Right. Would you fill that jar with
earth from over there, please, Mr.

the ponies use these places in the
woods?

Oh, as long as anyone can remember.

Yes, I thought so.

The earth there is like old and dirty
stables.

The slightest cut or scratch even would
get infected.

They're dying of tetanus.

What I gave him should have made him
relax, but it's not having any effect.

Vicky. When did you get this scratch?

A few days ago in a broken branch.

When Kevin and Albert were building the
mud hut.

Mud hut?

For the ponies.

They covered the walls with mud from the
woods.

Even if I'd known what it was, there's
not much I could have done.

Will he have another attack?

No, he should be all right. I've given
him a sedative that should stop the

contractions.

Will he be all right?

I feel I ought to warn you.

His chances are small.

His muscles are seizing up. If the ones
that control his lungs get affected...

His breathing will stop.

What's causing it?

Tiny killers.

Like the ones that cause the typhoid.

Bacilli.

Yes, a different type, but just as
deadly.

Come on, Vicki, you ought to go to bed.

No, I couldn't.

You must be able to do something.

Just keep him warm and quiet.

You did it for the typhoid.

Couldn't you make something now?

I've never heard of it being tried
before.

I wonder.

Any change?

No.

I don't know if this will work.

I'll have to give him such massive
doses, he may never recover.

It's a gamble.

Now I want you to go to bed, Vicky.

But I... No.

I must be on my own.

I'm sorry, Vicki.

It just didn't work.

Thanks, Aunt Beauty.

Please.

Father.

He's eating.

It's easing up.

See if he can stand.

Come on, beauty.

Please, beauty. He's trying.

Come on.

That's it.

Get that rope tight, boys.

Bring them in this way.

Well done, Vicky.

It really works, Doctor. This will stop
them all from being infected.

It should do, Ben.

But none of you say anything about this.

If it gets out, people really will think
of me as a horse doctor.

I'm not sure that's such a bad thing.

I only wish every animal could be
protected.

All right, beauty.

Let's go and get the others.