Challenge to White Fang (Il ritorno di Zanna Bianca)

Don't be so upset.

We can't take you with us. It’s a rough trip.

Mitsah is afraid to remain by himself.

- Isn't that so? - I'm not afraid, and won't be alone.

I have a friend. Right, White Fang?

Let's go.

They can go. We don't give a darn.

Right, White Fang?

You want to play? Jump!

Jump!

Come on, jump!

Run! Run! Go on!

Give it to me.

Come here.

Stop! Let go!

Let go! You're hurting me!

Don't pull!

Stop!

Stop, White Fang!

Let me go! Am I hurting you? Let me go!

We are lucky.

Those Indians, with their canoe, will save us.

Indian, how much do you want for that canoe?

Maybe you didn't understand me.

We'll pay for your canoe. We need it. Is that clear?

We need it, too, to transport hides.

Then we'll buy your darn hides.

- We've promised them already. - Promised?

- Don't be silly. - That's enough!

They don't want to sell it? They can go, then!

White Fang, hurry!

White Fang, stay close to me.

Very good!

You feel like running today! Go!

Go on, run!

Go, Henry!

That's it, Jimmy! Run!

What is that?

Is it a dog or a piece of ice?

Good boy.

What're you doing? Guarding a dead body?

Who is he? Good boy! I won't hurt you.

He was your master, right?

Poor boy! Calm down.

You don't want the wolves to eat him, do you?

Calm down.

You don't scare me. If you stay here, you'll die of cold and hunger.

The wolves will rip you two apart.

You've been a good boy, but you must come away now.

I don't want to hurt you.

And you'll let me get closer.

A dog understands if a man is a friend, better than a man.

Good boy!

Good boy!

May the Great Spirit welcome you in his prairies.

At least you won't end up in a wolf's stomach, boy.

Look at the photographer and smile.

Are we ready?

Stop as you are...

Don't move.

Very good!

You, Mr. Scott, go there with the journalists.

- For you. - Thank you, Mr. Scott.

You were about to become a doctor

when you started travelling and writing these novels.

Did you stop having a love for medicine?

The love for the sick was stronger.

I'll kidnap you, Mister.

I must have your portrait published in our newspaper.

I am sure that our women readers

imagine you as a big man with a beard,

like one of those coarse miners that you describe in your books.

I don't want to disappoint them completely.

I am brutal with women, especially when fascinating like you.

Mr. Scott!

May I? There was so much snow in your book,

that when reading it, I kept putting fire in the fire place.

- Jason Scott? - Yes?

I must talk to you personally.

- Excuse me. - Come.

- Please, sit down. - Yes, miss.

You are a liar.

White Fang doesn't exist.

What makes you think that?

If you'd had a dog like that, you'd have taken him with you.

Nobody would leave White Fang.

You're right. I'll tell you how it went.

He left me when he found out I was coming here.

This is not a place for White Fang.

I think he'd get bored.

- You're not a liar, Mr. Scott. - Thank you.

Jason, I must talk to you. I've been waiting for an hour.

- The duties of notoriety. - Yes, unfortunately.

I spend a lot of money...

promoting your book as best possible, and what do you do?

You waste your time with people who are useless.

Who are useless?

You're as sly as a fox.

I am tired of your meetings. I'd like to return to Klondike.

Coarse and ignorant people, but at least they are real.

Is this another folly to write a new novel?

You guessed!

And then I'll propose it to another publisher.

Excuse me. I'm from the Boston Gazette.

- What is it? - You lived in those places...

Gray Wolf!

Why don't you ever answer?

You don't like the name Gray Wolf?

We'll change it.

Lightning! It's a nice name, huh?

Wait.

Run, Lightning!

Get it!

Listen, friend.

You are beginning to bore me.

You don't like Lightning either?

Do you like Stupid? Shall I call you Stupid?

Answer!

You want to scare me with those white fangs?

What did I say? White fangs?

Is your name White Fang?

Grandpa! Grandpa!

I found out the dog's name.

Who told you?

His name is White Fang.

- Oh, come on! - Watch.

White Fang, come!

He's not very happy.

We'll become friends.

White Fang!

Good boy, White Fang.

Ten dollars? Are they yours?

They fell.

Boy, don't tell anyone.

These people would think who knows what.

You can't buy sled dogs and a sled with ten dollars

to look for gold up north.

Anyway, don't talk. Alright?

White Fang, we'll have fun. Let's go!

Run!

The old man will lose his underpants. The other guy is good.

I saw him play with Tom, and Tom never won.

Tarwater is the same old lunatic.

His children are right in not listening to him.

If he had money to buy dogs and a sled, he'd go look for mines.

Every ten years he has a gold fever attack.

It's ten years now that he's returned from Klondike.

One hundred dollars.

Two hundred.

On John Tarwater's word.

I don't bet against a word.

Foreigner, everyone here knows Grandpa Tarwater.

I've nine children and 18 grandchildren.

They all work and earn money. If I lose, they'll pay for me.

Could you sign a paper stating that?

With your signature, they can't deny me the money.

Here.

Grandpa!

Grandpa, are you crazy?

I'm beating a sucker.

Up to 300, then.

Stop. Come away. If you lose, they'll lock you up at home forever.

I call.

Four seven.

Well? And so?

He had an ace hidden. Then he's a cheat.

Give me back the 30 dollars you won from me yesterday!

- Thank you, boy. - Forget it.

Run!

Run, guys!

Go!

Didn't you sleep well last night? Go on!

My son Jack's brain must be smoked out by now

after he's smoked so many fish.

Children get old. Come on, Jimmy!

The only one who resembles me in the family is the brat.

When he grows up, he'll be another Tarwater.

My grandson Bill is like me. He has talent.

Actually, I'm sorry I didn't bring him with us to look for gold.

Go, Jimmy!

Go!

Go fast!

A man like you is afraid of having a tooth pulled!

No, I'm afraid that it will hurt.

- Did I hurt you? - Yes.

You just have to get used to the pain.

Oh, I see!

Open and don't make a fuss.

Good for you!

I was brave, huh?

Instead of laughing like a bunch of idiots,

you should help me fix up the hospital.

No hands are enough to fix up that shack, Sister Evangelina.

- Why don't... - Sam is right.

I'd already told you, Sister.

Only one person can give you the wood and many other things.

Mr. Forth.

Yes, him. He has everything. Don't worry.

- Except the desire to help people. - He won't say no to me.

You've reached 300 kilos. You can go.