All language subtitles for Black Beauty 1971

Not long now.

Come on, old girl.

Come on.

Right, come on.

Come on.

Come on, Duchess.

You know Dad had to go to the bank
today.

Come on, old girl.

Come on, then.

Thank you.

He's a beauty, isn't he, Dad?

Aye, he is.

And he's mine, isn't he? You promised.

Well, I suppose you could say he's all
yours.

My beauty.

My black beauty.

Come on, DJ.

Come on, young Joe.

I do want beauty one day.

But young Sam stands in well for me.
He's keen enough on the riding, is the

young squire. Oh, he rides too hard.

Ah, it's a good spread you have here,
Evans.

Look, why don't you sell it to me, man?

Become me tenant. It's better than
borrowing.

Thank you, sir, but I'd rather be cock
in my own little yard.

Think it over, Evans.

I need a few good tenants.

I've got enough bad ones, that's for
sure.

Thanks, sir, but the loan will do. Well,
please yourself.

I'll tell my people to drop the
mortgage.

Thank you, sir.

No cause to thank one man for being more
fortunate than another.

I hope you'll be out of your trouble
soon.

You see Sam at all?

Oh, I'm quite sure he's in the lead,
sir.

I bet he was, young devil.

In two places, I think.

Let that be a lesson to you.

That's no way to treat a good horse.
I'll give that devil a lesson he'll

forget.

I think you've done that already.

We'll never go hunting, Beauty.

Never. I promise you.

Come on, Joe.

Come on home.

Steady, boy.

Steady on there, boy.

Here.

Steady, old boy.

Who's a good boy?

Come

on,

Beauty. Let's have you.

Come. Look up, Beauty.

That's better.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on, beauty. Come on.

I know a vicious animal when I see one.

All he needs is a lesson and he's going
to get one.

I'm sorry, but you shouldn't have hit
him. Well, this is a private road.

What are you doing on it?

The squire said we could use it as a
shortcut to our farm.

I'm the new squire now.

As near as dammit.

Now get off my road.

Or if I have you and that beast of yours
shot for trespassing.

But we didn't mean any harm.

Get off.

Get off, I say.

that beast.

Come on.

Come on.

Get up.

Get up, Ernie. Get up.

Whoa, whoa, whoa, boy.

Whoa, whoa, good fellow.

Joe, what are you at, Joe? You know
that's not the way to handle a horse.

He's young. The way you handle him now
can make or break him.

Sit down, boy. Come on, calm down and
talk.

But he did, he did. He hit beauty.

Oh, quiet, boy. I'll talk to you when
you're sensible.

But he did, he did.

Right now, tell us again, quietly.

Well, he said he's going to be the new
squire. Near, damn it.

Aye, I do hear the old squire's terrible
sick. Not long to go.

Aye, poor old fellow.

Very different from the young squire.

He's a right bastard, that one. You're
right. He's a beauty. He is a bastard.

Joe, watch your tongue.

But you're right.

He is trouble.

Man that is born of woman hath but a
short time to live and is full of

He cometh up and is cut down like a
flower.

He fleeth as it were a shadow and never
continueth in one stay.

In the midst of life we are in death.

Of whom may we seek for succor but of
thee, O Lord, who for our sins are

justly displeased.

Yet, O Lord God most holy, O Lord most
mighty, O holy and most

merciful Saviour, deliver us not into
the bitter pains of eternal death.

Thou knowest, Lord, the secrets of our
hearts. Shut not thy merciful ears to

prayers, but spare us, Lord most holy, O
God most mighty, O

holy and merciful Saviour, thou most
worthy judge eternal.

Suffer us not at our last hour for any
pains of death to fall from thee.

Well, Joe, that's it.

He was decent to us.

Yes, he was.

We shall miss your father, sir, very
much. I'm sure many people will.

He was too good -natured by far.

I don't see how a man can have too much
good in himself.

He was the target for every hard luck
story in the county.

Still, Mr. Evans, there'll be no more of
that.

We don't have to check all that, do we?

Nah, not worth bothering about.

No. Right, sir.

Nelson, animal stock.

This way, gentlemen.

condition these beasts.

Very nice.

Horses.

One mare, Duchess.

One gelding, Ginger.

Ginger, got it right.

Stalin, Black Beauty.

Where is he, Mr. Evans?

He's not part of my stock. He belongs to
my son. Ah, but he's down in the book,

sir. Well, he shouldn't be. But he is,
sir.

And our orders are to check out
everything down in the book.

Didn't I tell you he belongs to Joe?

I dare say you'll be able to make some
arrangement with the squire, sir.

What's he valued at, Tom?

Fifteen guineas.

Whoa, boy.

Good boy.

Come on, beauty.

Come on, boy.

Excuse me, sir. The black stallion. I
want him back. I'll give you 15 guineas

for him.

15 guineas? Don't be ridiculous, Evans.

Well, just name your price, sir. Name my
price?

What will you pay with, Buttons?

If you could see your way clear to
giving me more time, I'm sure that...

And how much will you require, Mr.
Evans?

100 years.

That place of yours will never pay, and
you know it.

I'll find the money for the horse.

Maybe 20 pounds, even. He's not for
sale.

I'll give him a good rub down once we
get back to the table. Right.

He's in marvellous shape.

You should have seen him take the
hedges.

I wanted to talk to you, Joe, but... He
could race, you know. He could beat

anything in the whole country.

All right, then.

Take him in.

But go easy now.

Joe, how would you like to live in a
stud farm? Nothing but horses.

Marvelous, but I like it here.

I don't know.

We've always been best with horses, you
and me. Of course.

Nothing much as farmers, though.

But you're a good farmer.

Uh -huh.

A good farmer makes money.

I never have.

Joe, I can't beat around the bush.

I don't know how.

I've lost the farm.

What?

I've lost it.

It happens.

The blooming bank.

The bank and the mortgage.

No point in going over it all.

I've lost it.

I'd like it on the stud farm. I mean,
there's no special thing in farming, is

there? I'd been offered a job in the
north.

A fine stable.

I'd be in charge.

Beauty would like it.

No, Joe.

We'd have to go as we are, just the two
of us.

But we can't leave Beauty.

We have to.

But why?

Beauty's part of the farm now. It's all
got to go. The new squire is taking

over. It's all his now.

But Beauty belongs to me. He's mine.

Joe,

let me try and explain. He's mine, I
tell you. He's mine.

back one day, Beauty.

I swear it.

You know I will.

We've been waiting here over an hour.

It's choir's time, Charlie.

Look at him. Wonder that rotten bearing
rain don't break his neck.

He likes his horses looking high up and
fashionable.

You idle, useless lot. Where's my trap?
Waiting, sir.

What the hell pig is this they've
harnessed up for me? Come from the Evans

Name a black beauty, sir.

Oh, yes.

I remember.

He's an ill -tempered creature.

I'll change him, sir. No, no, no. Don't
bother.

I'll teach him.

Get his head up higher for a start.

That's about all he'll take, sir. I said
get it up.

Right, sir.

Look. Go on, get it up.

Steady.

My arse. Steady.

He's not used to it, Squire. The animal
is, it might touch you, sir.

You'll soon learn to be less so. Come
on.

Come on, get up there.

Get up.

Drinking, gambling and killing off
horses.

Oh, it's a great life to be a gentleman.

Spurs it, is he, sir?

Eh.

Leave him harnessed.

He'll be uncomfortable, sir.

That suits me very well.

Leave him harnessed!

George, get a blanket.

Don't fret, old boy. We'll loosen you up
a bit.

It's a fine old sweat you've worked up
there.

There.

That's better.

How about a grape for the squire, then?

Eh, Sam?

take another bottle while Sam's working
out his tactic, eh?

Take your time, Sam.

I think I've taken nearly everything
else. Maybe we should call it a night.

absolutely exhausted.

No, no, no, no.

I'm perfectly willing to make it the
last turn.

What do you say, Sam?

Let's make the last one really
worthwhile.

Whatever you care to call.

Damn it, Roger.

The stakes are high enough as it is.

Raise yourself.

What do you say, Sam?

Then you're short of the ready, aren't
you?

Even so... I'll wager... Evans' place
against...

Against... Your stables on this land.

And the horses.

Now, what would you do, Sam, if you won
12 fine horses, eh?

Whip them to death?

Is it a wager?

It's a wager.

Play a card.

Ace.

Queen.

King.

Get my trap ready.

Come on, man.

Come on, just get me up here. Stay
there, you beast.

As you please, sir.

Well, come on.

Get up.

Pleasant journey, sir.

A -rum -pa -dee -a -diddle -dee -do A
-rum -pa -diddle -dee -die -do A -rum

-dee -a -diddle -dee -do A -rum -pa
-diddle -dee -die -do

This must be my birthday.

Come to me, my love.

Come to your new dad, my darling dear.

Come along.

There we are.

Hello, hello.

It's the Muldoon.

So, you're back in your wanderings,
Muldoon. I am back for good and all.

This is a great horse you're riding
there. Right at the Muldoon's head.

Let Seamus and Flaherty look at him.

Seamus!

Seamus!

Seamus, it's the Muldoon.

Give us a leg up.

Now listen here to me, all of you.

I'm here to restore Flaherty over any
course he chooses.

I let the best man be king over all the
Muldoons and Flaherty's. I let the

distrust and dissension between us...

fine creature that man has there. Oh, so
Seamus on his emperor is a match for

the devil himself.

Understood. The first round of Black
Lake. And to take the crown is the best

man.

It's too good for you. Will you
abdicate?

No, I will not. Ah, there's a strange
fellow.

Did I, or did I not win the race fairly?

I won it fairly in the presence of all
our people gathered here. It's the

O 'Flaherty. You've no complaints.

Aye, Muldoon won the race.

But that doesn't mean the O 'Flaherty's
are beaten. I won the crown fairly.

You have nothing to say.

Nothing. Aye, but I have. Right then.
Say it. Right. I will. Ah.

Mr. Benjamin.

He's a riderless horse, Mr. Benjamin.

Go get him.

There we are.

There, sir.

All alone.

Dear, dear.

It's an awful shame to see a fine animal
like that without a friend in the

world. See if he has a brand on him,
Dennis.

Not a mark on him. Of course, I
recognise him now. It's one of ours.

Ready and waiting to be shipped.

Must have strayed from the rest.

What about the white blaze, Mr.
Benjamin?

White blaze, Dennis?

By the time he reaches the continent,
he'll be as black as ebony.

Time off.

and find anything of the quality we need
here, Marie.

Oh, look, Father, look.

That's a possibility.

He's handsome.

He's a fine horse, he is. Brought him
over myself.

What's his name?

Um, Blackie, he's called.

Just plain Blackie.

He's in excellent shape, as you can see.

How's his temperament? Oh, sweet, sweet
as sugar. No other word for him.

Grew up with my son near he did.

Oh, it'll break the lad's heart to part
with him.

Oh, in that case... Oh, the lad knows
that his mother's operation comes first.

That's why I've got to let him go so
cheaply.

How much?

Cheap. Very cheap.

Bring him over to the circus hackers'
pit.

We'll have a proper look at him.

Buy him now, Father. I like him.

Cautiously and carefully, my dear.

Carefully and cautiously.

Come on, then.

He's good.

Very good.

Why did that horse dealer sell him so
cheaply?

Maybe I'm the better horse dealer.

Stop that, Marie.

Save it for the performance. You know it
makes me nervous.

Come on.

He's going to be fine. He's been well
brought up. There's something wrong.

But he's in marvelous condition.

Exactly.

He was too cheap. Too cheap by far.

Don't look a gift horse in the mouth,
Father.

Oh, what does that mean?

That means, my angel, that until we're
out of the district, this horse will be

playing his own makeup.

You think he's ready?

I'll soon find out.

I told you he was ready.

You were right. Come on.

Over there.

Now get a new one, quick.

I don't know if everything's all right.
Yes, Mike. Good, good, good, good.

Hurry up, hurry up. Get a move on.

The more often they do it, the slower
they get.

That's how men are. Father, why are you
worried all the time? Worried? Why

should I be worried?

Costs are up, audiences are down.
There's nothing to worry about.

perfectly normal.

And what is your special worry today?

Stomach pains again? Don't be
ridiculous.

Calm is troubling you? No.

You're losing weight.

Sorry. Look, Marie, leave me alone.

I'm perfectly all right. I'm perfectly
healthy.

Then what's the matter? Come on, I know
you.

All right, if you must be so nosy, I'm
expecting a visitor.

Visitor? Tell me, what visitor?

Does it matter?

Who are you expecting?

Laurent. But his lot aren't playing this
part of the country.

They are now.

They've stolen our next date.

But we have got an agreement about
dates.

Mr. Laurent has decided to change the
agreement.

Can he do that?

Let's say he's trying hard.

Hackenschmidt and the lovely Miss
Hackenschmidt.

We haven't been introduced to your
friends.

Mungo?

Flying Fred.

I've heard all about Mungo and Flying
Fred.

What do you want? I'll come straight to
the point, Hackenschmidt. I'm going to

buy you out.

There is no room for two shows on this
circuit.

I'll come straight to the point too,
Laurent.

The circus Hackenschmidt is not for
sale. It will be, you know.

I doubt it.

And never to you.

Come on, Marie, we have work to do.

Be sensible, Hackenschmidt. The public
wants danger and violence, and I give it

to them.

Your days are over. They don't like the
pretty little arts. That's why you're

losing all your dates.

We'll be playing the dates we always
have. I doubt it, Hackenschmidt.

Haven't you seen the posters up in town?

My posters!

We'll be playing there next week. Not
you.

Not when there's only enough business
for one.

See you soon, dear lady. I hope.

I hope not.

Shut up!

He's up to something. I know it. No.

He's trying to seal our date, that's
all.

But we've survived worse.

Leave it to me.

All right, boys.

Come on, old boy. We both need some
fresh air.

Thank you.

Come on.

Nice to see you again, Miss
Sackenschmidt. What do you think you're

me down. My father will make you pay for
this. He won't be able to pay for a

small beer by the time we finish with
him.

Very well. What do you propose to do?

Well, if it was flying Fred, there'd be
no saying what he might do.

But as I'm a gent and you're a lady,
just come quietly and you'll come to

how.

Right?

If this is your idea of a joke... I
don't make jokes. This is my way of

business.

Business? Yes, business.

Here.

As you see, I have it all written out.

All you have to do is sign it.

You're mad.

Sign it!

Well, it doesn't really matter.

Haken Schmidt signed in her absence.

Mango, lock her up in the stable.

It's supposed to be for Marie.

He says she's staying with friends.

Signed in her absence.

Who's he trying to fool?

Of course he has.

She recommends me to sell the circus to
him. Sell to him?

Ryan must think I'm an imbecile.

If we do that, he may take it out on
Marie.

That's right, Maestro.

We've got to get her back ourselves.

He's coming this way.

Must be coming for a business
conference.

Right.

Get our boys together.

Wait a mile up the road.

Right.

Hey, Mungo.

And what you can't destroy, burn.

Go on. What are you waiting for? What
about Maria?

Mr. Commissioner.

The Queen.

Oh, my God.

Commissioner! Commissioner!

Commissioner! Commissioner!

Commissioner!

The Loren gang are going to destroy my
father's circus. It's desperate.

Desperate? My dinner guest, Sir William
Fordyce from England.

Cheerio. They're going to destroy, burn,
kill.

Kill? Right.

Matter for the police.

Come on.

Come on.

Come

on,

Commissioner.

Hurry.

I think perhaps you'd better leave this
to me.

One moment

set and match. Ah, dear Sir William.

A toast to you and to the circus
hackensmith. To the circus hackensmith.

The horse did something too, Father. I'm
very sorry, Marie. I cannot allow you

to keep that horse.

He's far too dangerous.

He's not, Father. He only attacked
Laurent because of the whip.

Attacked him? Laurent is dead.

That horse is a killer.

I would not have such an animal in my
circus.

We'll have to get rid of him somehow.

Ah, my dear Sir William.

I simply cannot tell you how much your
prompt action meant to us. Oh, well. My

daughter and I have been thinking, and
we would like to give you this horse as

small token of our appreciation.

But, Father, I... Please, we absolutely
insist.

We've made up our minds, haven't we,
Marie?

Well, you have. But I couldn't possibly
accept. It's too much, much too much.

Please, not another word.

Well, we must be off.

On the road, everybody!

On the road!

I'd find you out here.

Your damn stupid little car ought to be
shot.

Oh, you would, wouldn't you?

Shoot, the only friend I've got around
here.

It's all right, my dear. I didn't mean
it.

As a matter of fact, I've got a bit of a
surprise for you.

A bit of a present, so to speak.

But you never give presents.

Well, I'm giving you one now.

Jackson!

Oh, what is it?

You'll see, you'll see.

Jackson! Jackson here at once!

A present from the continent, my dear.

Not bloodstock, of course. He's a fine
animal.

Oh, he's beautiful.

Oh, so beautiful.

Oh, thank you. Yes, all right, yes,
that's enough of that. Oh, he's so nice.

There you are, Jim.

Don't get out of it, you horrible lot.

And her.

Look at him, Gervais. The horse.

Father bought it from the continent.

Oh, do look. He's marvellous.

Gervais, aren't you interested?

In what?

The horse.

Look.

Not at the moment.

I shall have to speak to your father. Oh
no, Gervaise, not yet. So when?

I don't know, but not yet.

Father is old and alone.

He needs me.

But I need you too.

Don't go and see him, Gervaise.

It could only result in one thing.

We forbid us to see each other.

That's a risk I shall have to take.

Please, Gervaise.

I'm sorry, Anne.

But you must let me settle this in my
own way.

Well, sir, what is this matter of
importance?

Sir William, I will try to be brief.

I am here to ask the honour of your
daughter's hand in marriage.

Yes, Sir William?

Lieutenant Caldicott is just leaving.

Yes, sir.

Sir William, I must speak to you.

At least consider Anne's happiness for a
moment.

All right, Oakley, wait outside.

You have one minute.

Sir, you knew my family.

My father was your brigadier in Delhi.

Jacko Caldicott.

Yes, I remember him.

Mad fool.

Penniless except for his army pair.

Ended up with some French woman. French
lady, sir.

I was educated in France until I came
here and obtained a commission in your

regiment.

And if it's money you're worried about,
I still derive a small income from the

estate. Small income?

Maybe enough to pay your mess bills, but
hardly enough to support my daughter.

Do you want her to live like a pauper?

But, Sir William, I love Anne.

Love her?

Love her bank balance more likely.

Now get out, Caldicott.

I love my daughter too.

And I regard it as part of my duty to
protect her from fortune hunters like

yourself.

Yes, Sir William?

Show Lieutenant Caldicott out.

Oh, Caldicott.

Your father.

Wasn't he at the Battle of Sudan?

Yes, he was there.

Exactly so. The 28th Hussars, wasn't it?

And did they fight at Sudan?

They were there.

But did they fight, sir?

No, they did not fight.

Exactly so.

The battle was already lost.

It would have meant useless sacrifice.

The senseless waste of hundreds of
lives.

Yes, I've often heard these humane
excuses before.

I prefer to call it cowardice.

Cowardice? That's what I said, sir. I
shall continue to say it of any officer

who turns his back on the enemy.

Rubbish, Ronald. You've gone soft or
something.

Stands to reason if they haven't seen
the accident, they can't have any

backbone. The action that makes a
soldier.

I'll blame them, though. I'll bear fault
if we've cleared up all the trouble

spots. Not all the trouble spots, Henry.

A bit of bother brewing on the frontier.

Looks to me like those Ruskies up to
their tricks. Storm in a teacup. Be over

a week. Wouldn't bet on it. Well, it
won't be over in a week if we have to

on this present lot. I'll wager a
sovereign on that.

Backbone? A lot of young poppy jays, if
you ask me.

You know, half of them seem to be
foreigners.

Yes, steady, steady. They shouldn't
allow them into the regiment.

I met one the other day.

Do you know? He was a frog.

Yes, a frog.

You'll be letting in the bloody hun
next, Ronnie.

Come on, Sir William, we'd better go.

You'll never know he was a frog by his
name.

What was it?

Caldicott. Yes, that's right.

Caldicott. But he's still a cowardly
bloody frog all the same.

You have insulted my family name.

I demand an instant apology.

Apology? For what?

The truth?

I have insulted your family name.

Frog talk.

Frog talk!

Then I have no alternative but to
consult my legal advisor.

Legal advisor, is it?

In my day, there was only one way for a
man to get satisfaction.

Like this.

Just as I said.

A coward.

Like his father, a bloody coward!

Fraud's rage!

Come on, everyone.

Have some champagne.

Fill up the glasses.

Champagne. Come on, everyone.

Champagne, everybody.

I think I ought to have accepted the
challenge.

Killed Anne's father in a duel.

Protected my honor.

Sir William can split the ace of spades
at 60 paces.

Even now, he's still reputed to be the
best shot in the country.

Oh, I see.

Exactly. It makes the charge of Cardiz
all the more convincing.

So what am I supposed to do?

Nothing. Just try and stick it out.

Oh, it was so difficult to get away from
home.

I'm sure Father is suspicious.

Anne, we must go away tonight.

Tonight?

Oh, but I couldn't. Where would we go?

To France.

To Provence.

I can't. What about my father?

And your career?

Career? My career's almost finished.
Your father sorted that.

Oh, Gervais, if you'd only listen to me.

Anne, make up your mind now.

Come away with me. But I can't. Not just
like that. Why?

Why not?

Because if I ran away, the shock might
kill him. Him?

It'd take a lot more than that to kill
that old swine. Gervais!

That's what he is. You must be mad to
stay. He's a bigot. A tyrant. You'd be

well rid of him.

Thank you.

Tell me, I'd give my right arm to be
going out there with you.

When are you off?

Two or three weeks, I hope. Oh, I told
you it'd be more than a week.

God, I'd like to have another crack at
the bog.

When are the eighth off?

Not for some time, Sir William.

Oh, I know one fellow who'll be rather
relieved.

Our frog friend.

I must disagree with you, Sir William.

Our frog friend, as you call him, has
already volunteered with another

He sails for India tonight.

Lieutenant Caldicott, I must see him
right away. It's very urgent.

Private Simmons.

Sergeant. Get the lieutenant right away
on the double.

One, two, one, two.

Hope you're in time, madam. He's
probably already at embarkation.

I suppose this was the only possible
answer.

Yes.

When do you sail?

On tonight's tide.

The carriage all the way?

Yes.

Every mile.

Gervaise, I've got an idea.

I want you to keep him.

But I can't. You must take him.

He's the one thing that truly belongs to
me.

I want you to have him.

Just as he has carried me to you
tonight.

He'll bring you safely back to me.

You fool! You fool!

Leave it!

Give it to me!

Are you ready, Colonel?

English pigs.

Probably the Russians.

We've got to put them out of action.
But, sir.

Sergeant. Sir.

Line up for charge. Line up for charge.

Their wife is out.

Not if we get them first.

Attend to the dead, Sergeant.

Bury them with full military honors.

All of them. Yes, sir.

What about the lieutenant's horse?

I think he's earned his passage home.

A hero's to come back to.

Sergeant!

Sergeant!

Get another bottle. No, two bottles.

Sorry, sir.

The landlord won't give any more credit.
He insists on cash.

Cash, cash, you grateful swine.

Well, pay him yourself.

Sorry, sir.

All right, then.

Sell the horse.

But, sir. You heard me. Sell it.

He wants to sell his horse.

He's getting on.

Give me four pounds. Four pounds? Take
it or leave it.

That horse is a war hero. So what?

All right.

I'm not a mean man.

Five pounds, and that's my final offer.

How much did you get?

You might say, 30 pieces.

And in silver.

Ah, thank you, Matt.

If that animal dies, I'll have your guts
for garters.

What can I do, Mr. Grimble? Stay with
him. Make sure he doesn't die, that's

He's nearly done for. Mr. Grimble will
kill me. Can't you do something, Mr.

Grimble? I've already given him a
rubdown on this special implication.

Give him another one, Kim.

Easy, lad, easy.

Best thing to do is to stand by him and
give him a bit of consideration, a bit

of love.

That'll help him as much as anything.

How's he coming along?

Mr. Grimble. Don't spoil him.

Spoil him? We nearly worked the poor
thing into the ground.

Rubbish. He's lazy.

If he gets over this lot, I'm going to
get rid of him. Get rid of him? I'm

to send him to a place where he can do a
proper day's work.

The coal yard.

Ginger. He won't last a morning.

He'll be for the knacker's yard, then.

Yeah.

Ah, come on.

Come on. Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Think about it. I think they're quite
pleased, madam.

But it's really so very little. Not if
you're an old horse, it isn't.

Whoa.

Thank you, Joe.

Morning, Jo. It seems to be quite
popular.

Of course it is, ma 'am. When they've
been dragged out of the hills around

they're dying for a drink and a rest.

someone. It is all, lady.

What do you think I'll do with you?

It's my own.

I pay him with my own money. All right,
I'll buy him. How much? You're from the

legislature, aren't you? How much will
you give?

What do you think, ma 'am?

I think one day there'll be a law for
people like you. A law for to stop your

cruel and despicable behavior.

And if I were not insulting the good
name of the animal kingdom, I would say

are little more than an animal yourself.

Look, lady, I've got a living to earn.

All right, if you want him, you can have
him.

I'm harvesting gently.

This puts me in a fine position, doesn't
it? I mean, what am I going to do with

this lot?

Here.

What is it, Joe?

Nothing.

It's just...

Come on, old boy. Time to go home.

Come on.

Get up! Get up, Harvey! Get up!

More than much pay.

Must be Barbie.

Given for the relief of the horses of
this parish by Miss Anna

Sowell. 5th July, 1870.

All creatures are the works of God and
therefore

miraculous.

Well, Mr. Evans, your lads helped him
make a marvellous recovery.

Take him to the meadow, will you? Yes,
Monsieur. Come on, boy.

He's always been fond of horses.

You know, he's even given him a name.

Black Beauty.

A bit grand, but it's a sad old horse.