Wild America

Marshall: No matter how fast I ran or how far, I never got away.

But I didn't die. I wouldn't give them the pleasure.

Sure, there are two sides to every story, but not this one.

This is my story. The story of how I made it.

How I survived my big brothers.

Don't even think about touching that belt till you reach 15.

Marshall: They said this experiment would cure my fear of heights.

I'm not sure that I ever had a fear of heights.

That is, until they started putting me up here.

They were most dangerous when they had a camera in their hands.

They had a camera in their hands a lot.

My big brothers told me these experiments built character.

They said it was for my own good.

Mark: This is for your own good. - Okay?

One, 1000. Get ready to fire. Two, 1000.

Marshall: Most of the time, they were fairly normal.

Marshall: Six, 1000. - Six, seven...

Bombs away!

Eight, 1000. Nine, 1000.

All right!

Marshall: I got used to the firecrackers.

I had to. They said every good movie needs an explosion.

Marty: Fourteen, 1000! Mark: Yeah!

Yeah! Way to go, Marshall. You beat my record by three seconds.

Yeah. That's great, Mark.

Marshall, you better not be thinking about dripping water through this house.

If you boys have been throwing firecrackers in that pool again,

I'm gonna beat your butts till your nose bleeds!

Marshall: Mom loved wild animals.

We had lots of them.

Most of them were orphaned or hurt.

In fort Smith, we were known as the people you took them to.

But of all the animals we took care of,

my favorite was Leona.

She'd broken her wing. But with my help, I knew she could fly again.

Marty's favorite guy was Ernest Hemingway.

He liked to think of himself as a great hunter and adventurer like Ernie-Bob.

Mark's favorite guy was...

Mark

he liked to think of himself as a man of action, and a handsome ladies' man.

Marshall: Me? I was a dreamer.

I'm thinking dinosaur.

Rabbit lying down.

Could be a hog head. Big old skunk.

Or a turtle.

Chevy bumper...

Marshall: Leon had been in the air force with my dad.

They used to patch up fighter planes, then dad would take them up and test them.

After the war, he followed my dad home and lived with us ever since.

Bushel basket

gold spud.

Nope, definitely a rabbit laying down.

How's her wing coming?

I wanna fly with her someday, Leon.

You will too, Marshall. I believe you will.

I better finish my chores. Your daddy's coming home tomorrow.

Marshall: It wasn't a fighter or anything.

Just an old army trainer.

But me and dad called it the skybolt.

Dad was fixing it up so we could fly together someday.

He picked her up for 300 bucks and a carburetor for a '52 buick.

Man, I loved to sit in her.

I'd fly everywhere, see things no one had ever seen before.

Dad said my legs weren't short, the pedals were just too far away.

Stouffer, this piece of crap is never gonna be ready for Saturday.

Be there and find out, D.C.

You be there to watch me kick your butt. - Oh, yeah? That I'd like to see.

All you're gonna see is my tailpipe.

Mark: Marty says now that he's graduating, he's going out to Africa to shoot big game,

just like Ernie-Bob Hemingway.

- Ain't that right, Marty? - That's right.

At least I don't plan on hanging around here dipping carburetors for the rest of my life like Mark.

Quit fooling yourself, stouffer. You ain't going nowhere.

Julie Anne: Hey, I'll try a sip of that.

Hey, Julie Anne. Don't waste your time with that root beer, girl.

I got the good stuff right here. Have yourself a taste.

Hey, hit the lights. Showtime.

Marshall: There were two movie theaters in fort Smith.

The starlight on main street and our garage.

Marshall: Everyone had their favorite parts they liked to watch over and over.

Especially the dangerous stuff.

Like when Marty skied through the ring of fire.

Yeah!

Marshall: Marty loved it when everyone laughed.

They always laughed the loudest when Mark blew me up.

D.C. supplied the sound effects.

D.C. liked anything where people had a good chance of getting hurt.

D.C. eight feet in the air!

You are so mean. I like it.

Marshall: My favorite was when Mark tried to fly.

Check this out.

Boy 1: Whoo! Boy 2: Whoa!

Mark: Man, that hurt so bad.

Marshall: Mark liked movie night for reasons all his own.

While everyone else was watching the movie,

Mark would practice his Romeo routines oh Julie Anne.

D.C. Mark, good thing you landed on your head.

Marshall: Even though they'd seen it a hundred times, they always laughed and cheered.

It made Mark, Marty and me feel kind of good.

Check this out. Outdoor life has an Indian story from some old trapper's journal.

"And the medicine man said, 'in the land of eagle people,

in northern mountains, far into the snow where trees don't grow,

there is a cave filled with a thousand sleeping bears."

Wow, you'd win every time you pull the trigger.

Marty: "Up there, the vapors rise from the center of the earth

and the snoring of the bears is like thunder that rumbles through the mountains."

Mark: Run. Go. Come on, Marty, let's go!

Marty sr.: Where's all our troubles?

Agnes: Out back, working.

What's for dinner?

Agnes: Fried chicken.

Fried chicken and what?

Lima beans, canned ones you like.

Salad, peach pie for dessert.

Store-bought?

What do you take me for?

Go clean up.

Go and try to stop those boys of yours from working long enough to get them to eat.

Now, go on.

You said it was homemade.

I said, "what do you take me for?"

You know what a white lie is?

It's when you say something other than the truth

to make somebody feel better

so nobody's feelings get hurt.

Besides, with all the tobacco your father smokes,

he wouldn't know the difference between something he paid for and the real thing.

Get rid of that

Marshall: When dad came home, things were different.

He had his own set of rules, right down to who got what piece of chicken.

Give your mother one of those legs.

Salad.

Mark, thank you.

Marshall: The best part about dad being home was we could get down to business on the skybolt.

Which meant I better know my stuff.

Hand-check the ailerons, check the rudder,

charge the Magneto, prime the fuel pump...

How about the mixture?

Mixture to full rich.

Throttle?

Fase the throttle forward.

Flaps?

Flaps to the second notch. Watch your tachometer.

- Green is go. - Good.

Dad?

Tell me about the clouds.

You slice through them like butter.

Pop out the other side.

- All you got's the bluest sky you can think of. - Birds get out of the way, right?

They see you coming a mile away.

Go to bed now, squirt. It's late.

Good night, dad.

Marshall: Most nights, we went to sleep to the sound of dad's singing.

It wasn't really a lullaby.

But it was the closest thing we had to one.

J ...Get so dizzy they can't fly &

j; Smelling that good ol' mountain dew j

j my uncle bill's got a still on the hill and it's filled with that good ol' mountain dew j

j the buzzards in the sky get so dizzy they can't fly &

js smelling that good ol' mountain dew jj

Your mom and me are paying bills today. Keep an eye on the squirt.

And stay out of trouble.

Go. Go right.

All right, guys.

All right. That was great. “Whoo-hoo!

Yeah! Whoo!

Piece of crap, huh? This piece of crap just kicked your ass, D.C.

Yeah, well, no wonder you won, stouffer.

My truck outweighs this stripped-down crap by an easy 500 pounds.

You know what? You are one sore loser, D.C.

You wanna race fair, huh?

Drag this behind your car. That'll be fair.

With zero on it.

Don't ever tell me what to do with my little brother, D.C.

Marshall, get in the hood.

I et's cha-cha.

J oh, Suzie qj

j oh, Suzie qj

j oh, Suzie q baby, I love you j

j Suzie qj

j I like the way you walk

j I like the way you talk jj

Marshall: There was something about them.

The way they moved, the clothes they wore.

They were college girls.

Mark: Ooh.

Is that the Stewart sisters?

Yeah. They're back from school for the summer.

Gosh, they've really grown...

Up.

I saw that

Mark: You saw what?

I et's do it!

- Let's go again! - Like hell you'll go again.

Who won?

Marty: Yeah! Ha-ha-ha. - Are you all right?

- You could have killed him. - Ah, you're fine.

- He's fine, huh? - I'm fine, Marty.

You guys are great. Yeah?

There's no way we'd see guys doing stuff like this at the university.