War Horse Page #5

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Well... youre clearly

not gonna be a jumper.

We can try planting something else,

Or we could hire ourselves out to Uncle Bob.

How else we gonna pay Mr. Lyons rent?

What we gonna do?

I used to believe that God gave each man

his fair portion of bad luck.

I dont feel that any more.

Ive had more than my share.

Youll stop loving me, Rose.

And I wont blame you when you do.

Well, I might hate you more,

but Ill never love you less.

Its war!

We are at War with Germany.

You hear?

England is at war with Germany.

Theyre going to

ring the bells at six oclock,

and then never ring them again

until the war is over.

Look smart, Joey lad, its the Tavistock Fair!

What has he done with him?

First name, middle name, last.

Last name first.

First name, middle name, last.

Take my word for it,

finest horse in the parish.

Goes like a racer,

strong, decent, very fine.

No curbs, no splints,

good feet and teeth.

Hes as sound as a bell, sir.

And how much are you charging, sir,

for this strong, decent,

and very fine animal?!

Forty.

Ill give you twenty and not a penny more.

Twenty is no good to me, Captain.

Thirty five and hes yours.

I dont even know how he rides.

Oh, he rides... Splendidly.

Youll be astonished.

I promise you that.

Finest horse in all of Devon.

Finest horse I ever seen.

Thank you.

You cant!

You cant, hes mine!

- I trained him!

- Albert.

You cant have him.

Hes my horse, sir.

Im afraid its too late, lad.

Ive just paid thirty guineas for him.

Please, Ill get you money.

I will, Ill get you money.

Ill... Ill work for it!

Ill work for it.

He wont obey anyone else.

He wont be any good in the war, neither.

He shies at every sound!

Im sorry.

Well, if Joeys going,

Im going, too. Im volunteering.

- I see. Whats your name, lad?

- Albert, sir.

- And how old are you, Albert?

- Nineteen, sir.

- Is that the truth?

- No sir. But,

but I look nineteen and Im

bigger than most nineteen-yearolds, sir!

And Im strong, sir! And

I... Im not afraid of anything.

I dont doubt your qualifications, Albert,

but the law is very clear

about the proper age for soldiering,

and your fathers done

what he had to do. You know that.

Thirty guineas isnt nearly enough to purchase

a horse as fine as your Joey, I know that.

But its all Ive got.

Will you lease him to me, Albert,

to be my own mount?

I promise you, man to man, that Ill

look after him as closely as youve done,

Ill respect him and all the

care that youve taken with him.

And if I can, Ill return him to your care.

Now say goodbye.

Its all right, boy...

All right, turn it in, eh?

Thats enough. Hes a horse, not a dog.

Now, on your way.

Come on.

Do you want to lose the farm, Rose?

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