The Black Stallion

Hey! Hey!

Daddy, you know... You know what I saw?

It was the most fantastic thing. Come look.

My son.

Hey, look, son. I'm really busy.

But I'll tell you what I do need.

I need some good luck.

OK?

OK, Mr Lucky, I think it's time we divvy up the loot.

Look at all of these things.

What a night!

What do you think of this? This is pretty, here. I'd better take those.

Try that. Isn't that pretty?

I'd better keep that. That's pretty nice.

I think I'd better take that. No, you shouldn't have that.

Here, I'd better take that. You're a little too young for that.

Oh, look at that watch. Hey, I'd better take that. That's a pretty watch.

I think it's about time I got myself another knife.

So I oughta give you this.

You never know when a knife might come in handy.

You want some gold? There's lots of gold.

You know, I'll bet this is the most valuable piece here.

It's Bucephalus, the magic horse of Alexander the Great.

A long time ago, this king was gonna kill Bucephalus,

because he was so wild the king couldn't ride him.

He had Bucephalus brought into a big arena.

And people came from all around, cos they wanted to see this horse

that was the biggest, the blackest and the strongest,

the most beautiful horse that ever was.

King Philip goes walkin' out there,

looked at his men and said "Kill that horse."

Just then, a voice called out from the edge of the crowd.

It said "I can ride that horse."

Everybody looked around, they said "Who said that?"

They looked over and it was a little kid, just about your size,

just about your age.

And King Philip looked over and he said.

"Son, if you can ride that horse, you can have that horse."

So Alexander walked out into the big arena,

and standin' in the middle of the arena was Bucephalus.

He was big and he was strong.

And he was pawin' the ground, and there was fire in his eyes.

There was smoke comin' out of his nose, and he went...

And Alexander walked up, and then quick as a cat he jumped up on his back.

He grabbed hold of that long black mane, and away they went, just like lightning.

And he jumped right over the crowd, all the way over the stand,

and went ridin' out over the hill.

Everybody said "Phew!"

Smoke comin' out of his nose!

Fire in his eyes.

- Fire in his eyes! - That's the way I heard the story.

Here. I want you to have this.

Bucephalus.

Dad? Dad, what's goin' on?

- Ow! - Alec!

Alec, come here!

Take it easy. Just take it easy. We'll be OK.

- What's happening? - I don't know. Here, put this on.

Here, put this life vest on. Come on.

It's OK. Here, tie the bottom. Tie the bottom.

Let's get outta here!

Hang onto that rail! Stay right there!

Right there! I'll be back.

Stay there. I'm gonna go help these guys. Don't move. Hang on.

- Help! - Hey! Alec!

Dad!

Help!

Dad!

Alec!

Dad!

Alec!

Help!

Hey! Hey!

He saved my life. I can't leave the island without him.

He'll die without me.

Black!

Black! Come on!

Black!

"Ode to Alec Ramsey".

I think that I shall never see.

A boy as brave as Alec Ramsey.

Hunger and thirst and fear and pain.

He lived because his heart had aim

horse as black as night to day.

A beast, a god, with whom he did stay.

They slept on the sand and played in the ocean.

And rode over the island in a singular motion.

Now, here he sits, a hero among boys.

With the love of a horse, much more than mere toys.

I'm very happy to have my son back.

Thank you.

I wish you could have saved his father, too.

You're kind of a pretty horse.

Black! Black! No!

No!

Black! Come back!

Alec!

Yes, I saw a black horse. It ran thataway!

Whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey!

What happened to you?

Everything.

Everything? Well, that's a whole lot.

Can't be everything.

Oh, you lost a black horse.

Yeah, yeah! Have you seen him?

Do you know where he is?

Napoleon?

Did you tell me you saw a black stallion?

Well? What did he say?

He says "Well... not really far from here."

Just past the dairy... there's a big black barn.

Then you see a long bunch of skinny trees that you walk along.

Then you go right by a morning star.

And you keep following that star,

and you see a large patch of green grass.

Then you stop, and then you listen,

and pretty soon you'll see just what you been looking for.

Hey, Black!

Black?

Black!

Black, it's you!

Oh, I want you.

You OK? I knew it was you!

What do you think you're doin' over there, sonny?

I'm gettin' my horse!

And you're a thief. You're a big, fat thief!

- Nobody's a thief. - You are!

I said, nobody's a thief.

Who you callin' a thief? This is my place,

and I'm thinkin' that that's my horse.

No! He's mine.

Hold on, son. Now, wait a minute. You hold on there.

Now, what are you gonna do here, buddy?

What are you gonna do?

Easy! Easy.

Well, maybe he is yours.

But, you know, I spent all last night trying to catch this wild horse here.

All night, I spent.

You're just lucky I got him, instead of the police. Hear me?

- He kicked a garbage man? - Yeah.

He's somethin', all right.

Hey, did you have any breakfast?

Henry, I think he likes it out here.

Tried cows. It didn't work.

Five in the morning.

Chickens.

They just about drove me nuts. Huh! Chickens!

Well, look, if you... if you clean this stall up in here real good...

and you, you know, get it fit for him, I could let you have it.

Red cards, red cards... I've got too many red cards.

Hey, Henry, is The Black fast?

He's fast.

Fast enough to be a racehorse?

Alec, that Black is a desert horse.

He's fast, all right. Sure, he's fast.

But he hasn't got any papers.

Fast or not, I don't think they'd ever let him run.

- Henry, can I ask you a question? - Sure.

Why did you stop training?

I got tired.

Do you think you'll ever... try it again?

Sure I do.

Sure.

It's work.

Worth... worth it, though.

Hold on to him good. Stay in the center of him.

Turn him around the other way.

The other way, son. Bring him in and turn him around.

Now send him down around here. Hah! Hah! Hah!

It comes as no surprise that again this week,

both Sunraider, the fiery red stallion from the West,

and Cyclone, the sleek grey from the East, have won their races with ease.

And they have won with monotonous regularity.

But... hey, hey! Let's see these two champions run head to head.

And perhaps horse fans will be treated to the match race of the century.

This is... hey, hey! ...Jim Neville from Belmont.

Lookin' this way. Not lookin' this way.

Lookin' straight ahead. That's right.

Hah. Hah. Hah.

You wanna see what's comin' in back of you, look under your arm.

Not over here. Not over your shoulder. Under here.

You see what's goin' on - Down there, all around you.

And you can scoot and boot. Understand?

Then you've got... you've got your balance.

Pick 'em up. Keep your knees in close when you put your stirrups on.

Check down underneath here, too.

See that you get that leather outta your way.

Pull it back in there underneath, so that your knees...

Nothin' in the way, here. OK.

All right, now you're up. Now you're up.

Feel that? Feel that in your legs? Hm?

Feel it pulling on your legs back here? Huh?

- Mm-hm. - OK.

Look ahead, down the lane. Down the lane.

No, you don't jump straight up and down.

Just try and keep your body as still as possible, cos he'll be movin', see.

He'll be makin' that rhythm. You just go on with him, see.

No, no, you don't have to pump him.

Just... just... just kinda go straight ahead with him, huh?