White Fang Page #3
- PG
- Year:
- 1991
- 107 min
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- Stay put!
- Skunker!
- Digger!
[Alex]
- Skunker!
- [Snarling]
[Gunshot]
[Gunshot, Screaming, Snarling]
[Whining]
He's gone.
Nothing we can do.
[Whimpering]
[Whimpering, Whining]
Shh-shh-shh.
Sorry, Skunker.
We didn't have a chance
to say goodbye.
Go to sleep.
[Howling]
Help me. Come on.
Let's pack up.
- [Growling]
- Aaah!
[Gunshots]
- Hey, you all right?
- Yes.
How did you find us?
- Saw the smoke from your fire.
- Thank God.
You saved our lives.
[Whimpering]
[Whimpering]
[Whimper]
[Howling]
[Howling]
[Whimpering]
[Whistle]
[Whistle]
[Barking]
have of surviving on his own?
None without the pack.
[Whining]
[Yapping]
[Bark]
[Whimpering]
Come on, come on.
Whoa.
Is there any good reason
why we can't bury him here?
I don't think
he'll know the difference.
I gave him my word.
Okay!
Okay.
[Whining]
[Speaking Athabaskan]
Look... the white fang.
This wolf is part dog.
[Yapping]
[Speaking Athabaskan]
I'm glad Dutch is dead,
'cause I'm ready to kill him.
Whoa, whoa!
Look, you old weasel!
Look at that!
You're home! You're home!
Home!
Okay, okay!
Come on.
Let's move out.
Klondike is still
a good two days away.
You gonna say anything?
- You know what?
- What?
I never really
liked the bastard.
- [Boy] Come, come.
- [Speaking Athabaskan]
Come here. Good, good.
Over here.
Looks like he's gonna be
a good working dog.
- Come on.
- Okay, Harry.
- Hi, Joe.
- Hi, Alex.
- Take good care of them.
- Sure will.
Okay?
What are you going
to do for money?
Well, I got $50.00 in my boot.
You'll be all right.
You can get a dry bed
and breakfast at the edge of town.
Tell Dave I sent you.
He'll give you a good rate.
Okay.
Where are you going?
To see a friend.
- Okay.
- Listen,
- get yourself a partner.
- Yeah, sure.
Don't go off on your own.
Good luck.
Thanks.
Okay, do I look all right?
Heather, sit on my lap
and give me a kiss.
- Shut up, Clyde, I'm working.
- Why don't you put on a pretty dress?
'Cause I couldn't do this.
Don't you love me
any more, Heather?
It's a miracle
Oh.
Who's that?
He's Scott Conroy's son.
I brought him up here.
How remarkable.
He even looks like Scott.
- Belinda Casey.
- Jack Conroy.
- Nice to meet you.
- Nice to meet you.
Do you work here?
- I own the place.
- Oh, great.
- Would you like a drink?
- Yeah, I'd love one.
Shouldn't you be at Bradford's?
Yeah.
Bye, Alex.
Bye.
Coming through!
- Miss Casey!
- Oh, Jack, hi.
- Can I get that for you?
- You certainly can.
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