War Horse Page #3

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Even a sturdy plow horsed

never manage it alone.

Yet he will, I say.

Youd swear hed sprout wings

and fly if Albert had told you so.

Its a fine thing, loyal to your

mate. Even if he is a bit barmy.

A team of two might manage,

given a month and good weather.

Ted too squeamish to watch, is he?

Course hes watching.

Well, youve raised him up

a true Narracott, Ted,

Picture of his father, he is:

Not a dollop of ordinary sense

but that thick stubbornness...

...thatll lead him to insist on the impossible.

Wasnt a farmer in Devon didnt

admire you, myself among em,

Leaving your brothers that

fine farm and setting yourself...

...at this stoney patch

of unpromising ground.

Youve fettle enough for twenty men,

But with a gimpy leg and the drinking...

For the pain, isnt it,

that you drink?

Yeah, none of us could have

anticipated an ending better than this.

Makes me question the wisdom of the charity

that urged me to rent you this place,

Not only looking at you, me old pal,

but that pretty little wife of yours,

thought you were a spark, she did.

And now your sons sinking into the

selfsame bog thats swallowing you.

See, Joey.

I got the collar, too!

Come on, boy. Walk on. Thats it.

Walk on!

Walk on, Joey.

Come on, boy, walk on.

Youd be better off startin at the

top of the hill and goin down!

Gravitys the only friend youre

gonna have today, young lad.

Walk on, Joey! Walk on!

Come on, Joey, walk on.

Walk on, boy.

Walk on. Come on, walk on.

Itll take the whip to move him.

Bravo! Youve reached the top of the hill!

Off you go again, boy!

Youll make even better

time comin down!

Good boy. Good lad. Good lad.

Now walk on. Good boy.

Albie, were all with ya!

Look look look!

The plow hasnt even cut yet!

Do you know,

I believe we can do it, Joey.

I knew when I first saw

you that youd be the best of us.

Thats why he bought you.

He knows youve all the courage he never had.

I knew when I first saw you that

youd be the one whod save us.

Whoa. Whoa.

Youve got no chance, lad.

Hell not turn over half an acre.

Give it up now.

Youve done well.

Youve tried hard.

Youre more of a man than your father.

Come on now, Mr. Lyons,

thats a bit rough, isnt it?

Well, hell destroy that horse.

Ill be over Thursday.

Give you a day to close it up.

Your wool.

Im sorry, Rosie.

Now, boy!

Youve got to do it, Joey.

You dont know, so Im gonna have to

do the knowing for you...

...when the rest of our lives depend on this!

So get set to pull, and pull straight!

And pull hard!

Now, boy! Go!

Walk on, Joey! Walk on!

Thats it!

Good boy, Joey! Good boy!

Walk on! Walk on!

Walk on! Walk on, Joey!

Go around it!

Whoa, Joey!

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