WARHORSE MRS. NARRACOTT- Ted - you have to take him back. You have to take him back right now. ALBERT-No. please don’t take him back. I’ll train him. Please, Mum. Please let me. I can do it. MRS. NARRACOTT-Right. Well... you’ve got one month to break him in or I’m taking him back myself ALBIE-Don’t worry- I’ll raise him - and I’ll raise him good. MRS. NARRACOTT-Well, you better. Go on - get started. ( She leaves) Albert immediately goes to stroke Joey but the nervous horse draws back. Albert approaches Joey with some oats. Albert- Right. Let’s make a start then. Joey looking at Albert suspiciously. ALBERT- It’s oats. Very tasty, that is. It’s beef and gravy to us! He shows the food. Joeyl hesitates and shies away. ALBERT -Come on... This time, Albert takes a new tact, almost turning his body fully away from Joey, but keeping the bucket extended. Albert slowly backs towards Joey, speaking gently all the while. ALBERT- I bet you’re missing your mother. Look at you... first time without your mum. First time away from home. But you’re not alone, are you. In fact. Cos I’m ‘ere... Feeling safer, Joey moves toward the bucket of oats and starts to eat. ALBERT- It’s alright. It’s alright. Albert reaches out his hand and touches Joey. And with a slight start, the horse relaxes into Albert’s hand, feeling safe with the boy. ALBERT-I’m gonna call you Joey. Understand? Joey.That’s you. And I’m Albert. It’s alright, You’re mine now. You’re mine. Albert strokes Joey’s forehead. Joey lifts his head and the two stare at each other in close proximity. ALBERT-Whoa. I want you to stay there ,Joey. Stay. That’s it. Good boy. That’s it, you’ve got it. Of course when Albert walks away, Joey follows. Albert patiently places Joey then walks away. ALBERT-That’s it. Good boy. You’ve got it. Good boy. Finally Joey stays put. Andrew smiles, impressed
