Call Of The Wild
Go!
Where nature rules,
beauty reigns.
What?
That's something your
grandma used to say.
I never get tired
of this drive.
Isn't it something?
I see trees, Grandpa...
...and snow.
So...
Your mom and dad are
traveling around Europe.
And they didn't take me.
I'm so happy you're
here, Buttercup.
Mom said you
could use some company.
Well, you're not
just company...
...you're family.
Too bad you didn't come in
a day earlier.
We could've watched
the Race to the Sky.
One of the biggest dog sled
races in the country.
Dog sled race?
What century is this?
You would've enjoyed it.
Very exciting.
Dogs are magnificent.
If you want me to slow down
so you can enjoy the view
just say the word.
You mind
if we stop in town?
I need to go to the post office.
How far is town?
We're here.
This is town?
Yep.
I love this town.
You don't get this
back in Boston.
This is it.
Want to see our post office?
That's very tempting, Grandpa,
but I think I'll wait here.
Damn, boy.
That is the fourth race
you've lost.
Fourth!
You're starting to embarrass me!
In front of the entire town.
The sled runners are bent from the
accident last week and the dogs are tired.
- Maybe we should let them rest.
- Excuses, excuses, excuses!
You're nothing but a
mother-loving excuse machine!
- Oh, here.
- Good race, Ozzie.
Quit your moping.
Heep.
Is that any way you treat a boy?
Why don't you mind your
own business, Hale.
Shouldn't you be home...
...having a heart attack?
Come on!
- Hi, Mr. Hale.
- Hi, Jack.
Did you see the race? I came in
fourth in the junior division.
Fourth?
I was running first
until the last few turns.
I notice you tend
to brake on the turns
just when those dogs
really want to run.
Grandpa? I'm cold and bored.
I'm cold and bored.
Well, we'll get you home
and we'll get you toasty.
Ryan, this is Jack Ferguson,
lives next door.
That's my granddaughter.
She's from Boston.
City girl, huh?
I should get the dogs fed.
It's nice to meet you, Ry.
- Whatcha looking at?
- Do you have satellite TV?
No, but I got hot chocolate.
Come on.
Your mom gave me a list of
chapters you need to read
so you don't fall
behind in school.
Looks like a lot of work.
Not really.
I'm pretty good in school.
Uh-huh.
You still play soccer?
No?
You were a pretty fine
player, weren't you?
The Beacon Hill girls
don't play soccer.
- They say it's for tomboys.
- Uh-huh.
The Beacon Hill girls?
Brittney and Chloe. They're the
most popular girls in my class.
Oh, and they're
friends of yours.
I tell people they are,
but...
I don't think they say
the same about me.
Oh, I see.
They have the best cell phones,
the coolest clothes...
Brittney goes skiing in Italy.
And Chloe's family owns
a house in St. Barts.
Impressive.
And I'm stuck here
in Montana.
Oh...
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.
A sad fate for
any little girl.
Bed time,
Buttercup.
Would you like me
to read you a story?
Grandpa, I'm ten.
Oh. Right. Yeah.
Sorry.
Hi, are you staying
at Mr. Hale's?
- Yeah.
- We're collecting pine cones.
Wanna come?
Pine cones?
Gosh, that sounds
really exciting.
She's not from around here,
Rusty. Let's go.
These mountain people are crazy.
- What's all this?
- My wish book.
- All the things I want.
- What is this?
- A clip for your hair.
- Forty dollars?
Chloe has one.
It's really cool.
I see.
Mom and dad won't let me
have most of this stuff.
They say not getting everything
I want builds character.
I think I would have a lot of character if they
surprised me and got me everything I want.
You do, huh?
But I never get any good
surprises in my life.
Oh...
The world is full of surprises,
if you look at it
with the right eyes.
That sounds like grandpa talk.
But thanks for trying
to cheer me up.
Hello.
Hey.
What's up?
I heard something.
You don't have ghosts, do you?
No.
Probably a raccoon.
They like to show up and
make a mess of the garbage
when I forget to lock
the trash cans.
Let's surprise them.
- It's a dog.
- Just a dog?
Not just a dog.
One heck of a dog.
Look at the size of him.
Careful...
...it might be feral.
Feral?
Wild. There's some
wild dogs around.
This dog's in bad shape.
We better call the vet.
He's been fighting.
Probably with a bear or a bobcat.
Could be some internal bleeding.
Is he going to die?
It doesn't look good.
He's hardly breathing,
may have punctured a lung.
And, Bill,
that's not a dog...
...not entirely, anyway.
- What do you mean?
- Well, look at him.
He's got a lot of wolf in him.
He's a hybrid.
Can we keep him?
Look... This animal is
in pretty bad shape, Bill.
I could operate,
but I think the only reasonable
option would be...
...put him to sleep.
You mean to kill him?
He didn't do anything.
- You can't just kill him.
- Right.
If he wants to die
he can die here.
But I'm not going
to let you kill him.
Tell you what.
How about I check in
on you tomorrow?
I'm guessing by then the only
question will be...
...disposal.
Hold it right there now.
We're talking about a wolf here,
right? Like...
I mean, is it safe?
He's in no condition
to harm anyone.
And he looks like he's
more dog than wolf, anyway.
It's safe.
Thanks, Doc.
- All right.
- All right.
OK, Ry...
Let's let him sleep and we'll
see how he is in the morning.
Can we put a heater
out here for him?
Sure.
Thanks, Grandpa.
This is Call of the Wild
by Jack London.
One of my favorite books
when I was just a little bit
older than you.
But kids these days,
well...
This isn't about bunny rabbits
or fairies or something is it?
It's about a dog.
"Buck did not read
the newspapers
or he would have known
that trouble was brewing..."
Who's Buck?
Buck is a dog.
The writing gets kind of fancy,
do you mind if I paraphrase now and again?
- Paraphrase?
- Mm-hm.
Put it into my own words.
- OK.
- All right.
"You see, it was 1897
and gold was discovered
in the Yukon."
- That's in Canada.
- Right.
"Now, down in sunny California
there was a dog named Buck
who lived on a huge estate.
Buck was four years old.
Part St. Bernard and
part Scotch Shepherd.
He was large and very smart,
and he lived like a king.
On the property worked a
gardener who had a dark heart.
When he learned that there was
a good market for strong dogs,
he took Buck to meet a strange
man down the road one night.
Money changed hands
and the gardener handed
Buck could not know that when
this second man led him away
he would never see
his home again."
How about we continue
this tomorrow night?
I'm not sleepy yet.
Keep reading.
Ryan!
Buttercup!
Butter... Buttercup!
Ry.
What are you doing?
He's feeling better.
How long have you
been out here?
Just since the sun came up.
He thinks he's a dog.
He wants to be friends.
- Can I keep him?
- Ry, that is a wild animal.
Not anymore.
I gave him a name.
Really?
Buck.
I want you to understand that,
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