The Black Stallion

Daddy, do you know what l saw?

lt was the most fantastic thing.

Come look.

My son.

Look, son,

l'm really busy...

but l'll tell you

what l do need.

l need some good luck.

Okay, Mr. Lucky,

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. l'll take those.

Try that.

lsn't that pretty?

l better keep that.

That's pretty nice.

l think l better take that.

You shouldn't have that.

l better take that.

You're too young for that.

Look at that watch.

l'll take that.

That's a pretty watch.

lt's time l got myself another knife.

So l 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, l'll bet this is

the most valuable piece here.

lt'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.

People came from all around.

They wanted to see this horse

that was the biggest...

and the blackest and the strongest,

most beautiful horse that ever was.

King Philip walked out there

and looked at some of his men.

He said, 'Kill that horse.'

Just then a voice called out

from the edge of the crowd.

lt said, 'l can ride that horse.'

Everybody said, 'Who said that?'

lt was a little kid, just about

your size, just about your age.

King Philip said...

'Son, if you can ride that horse,

you can have that horse.'

So Alexander walked out

into the big arena.

Standing in the middle of the arena

was Bucephalus.

He was big, and he was strong.

He was pawing the ground...

and there was fire in his eyes...

and there was smoke

coming out of his nose.

He went--

Alexander walked up...

then quick as a cat,

he jumped up on his back.

He grabbed hold

of that long, black mane...

and away they went,

like lightning.

He jumped right over the crowd,

over the stand...

and went ridin' out

over the hill.

Everybody said, 'Whew!'

Smoke comin' out of his nose!

Fire in his eyes.

Fire in his eyes!

That's the way l heard the story.

Here. l want you

to have this.

Bucephalus.

Dad, what's going on?

- Ow!

- Alec!

- Alec, come here!

Just take it easy.

We'll be okay.

- What's happening?

- l don't know. Put this on.

Help me with this. Here.

Come here, son.

Put this life vest on.

lt's okay.

Tie the bottom.

Let's get outta here!

Hang onto that rail!

Stay right there!

l'll be back!

Stay there! l'm gonna help these guys!

Don't move! Hang on!

- Help!

- Hey, Alec!

Dad!

Help!

Dad!

Help!

Help!

Help!

He saved my life.

l can't leave the island

without him.

- He'll die without me.

Stop!

Let me go!

Black!

Black, come on!

Black!

'Ode to Alec Ramsey.'

'l think that l shall never see...

a boy as brave as Alec Ramsey.

Hunger and thirst,

in fear and pain.

He lived because

his heart had aim.

A 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.'

l'm very happy

to have my son back.

Thank you. l wish you could have

saved his father too.

You're kind of a pretty horse.

- What--

Black, no!

No!

Black, come back!

Alec!

Wow!

Yes, l saw a black horse!

lt ran thataway!

Whoa.

What happened to you?

- Everything.

- Everything?

That's a whole lot.

Can't be everything.

You lost a black horse.

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