Buffalo Dreams Page #5
- G
- Year:
- 2005
- 89 min
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I Mean...
And What If
You Don't Win?
I'll Win.
This Is Definitely
Not A Good Idea.
Yes, It Is.
Thomas, You've Said It
Yourself.
I Didn't Understand
At The Time
How Important It Is
To Do Something
Bigger Than Yourself
For Others,
And It's The Only Thing
These Guys Accept.
I'll Race Them.
No Offense.
You're A Tourist
Around Here.
Thomas Is Right,
But He Should
Totally Defend The--
Moon!
Where Is The Race?
Devil's Revenge.
You Guys Know It?
Josh:
Whoa.Think
I Should Race.
I Can Do This.
Dude, This
Is Nasty Work.
And, Well,
Your Bike
Is Kind Of Weak.
I Can Fix It Up
Fine.
I'll Race Kyle.
I Know The Terrain.
I Have To Race
For Me
And For You
And For Scout
And For
My Mistakes.
Otherwise,
What Am I
Doing Here?
Scout Thinks
You Should Race.
You Know What's
At Stake Here?
He's Never Done
This Course.
Kyle Will Be
All Over Him.
Thomas:
You'll Need This
For Good Fortune.
Turquoise Heals
And Attracts
Good Friends.
Just, Uh,
Don't Start Shaving
Your Legs Or Anything.
[Breathing Heavily]
[Laughing]
[Grunting]
[Breathing Heavily]
10!
20!
30!
Mmm. That Smells So Good.
You're Gonna Have To
Give Me The Recipe.
[Breathing Heavily]
How's It Goin'?
Going Well.
Give It Up, Dude.
No.
Nobody Wants
A Turf War.
Then Beat It.
Let It Go, Dude.
You Don't Have The Chops
Or The Bike
To Beat Kyle.
Yeah, I Do.
[Groans And Coughs]
[Laughs]
[Moaning]
What Was That, Kyle?
[Groans]
[Thunder]
Hi, Thomas.
Is Josh With You?
No. He Hasn't Been
With Us All Day.
Hey.
Have You Heard
From Josh?
No. Sorry, Mrs. T.
Ok, Thanks.
[Thunder]
[Thunder]
Hello, This
Is Blaine Townsend,
And I Was Wondering
If You Could Help Me.
We Interrupt Our Normally
Scheduled Programming
To Broadcast
A Special Alert.
We're Looking
For Josh Townsend,
5'6", Brown Hair,
Probably Soaking Wet
By Now.
Plug In, Josh.
Your Mom's Looking For You.
[Thunder]
Thomas.
Hello?
We're Looking For Josh.
Do You Have Any Idea
Where He Might Be?
He's Been Riding
Don't Worry. Trains
Well, How--How Far Out
Is That Place?
Try The North End
Of The Res,
And I'll Try The Arroyo.
Ok.
Bye.
Let's Go.
I--I Couldn't Get Home.
My Bike's Out There
Somewhere.
Never Mind.
Thanks For The Ride.
Pull Up
Your Seat Belts.
[Thunder]
We Can't
Thank You Enough.
Thank You
For All Your Help.
Well, His Bruises
Will Heal,
But It's His Spirit
Extract.
I'll Make Sure
He Gets Some.
We've Got
A Medical Doctor
On The Way. Thanks.
We're Covering
All Of Our Bases.
[Quietly]
I'm Just Saying...
See Ya.
Thank You.
[Whispers] Would You
Step Outside?
His Bruises Are Going
To Heal Just Fine,
But Has He Been
Under Any Kind Of Pressure
Or Stress Lately?
Well, He's Still Asleep.
But I Can't Say
It's Peaceful.
He Just Seems
So Restless.
What's He Doing
Riding His Bicycle
In The Middle Of A Storm?
And Why Is My Son
Out There
In The Middle Of Nowhere
Riding Around?
What Was He Thinking?
He Was Training
For A Competition.
What?
Since When
Does He Compete?
Is There Something
I Don't Know About?
Thomas?
He Was Gonna Race
Against This Kid
Whose Gang Keeps On
Tearing Up Navajo Places
And...
Josh Challenged Him
So They'd Finally
Leave Us Alone.
Ah-Choo!
[Coughs And Wheezes]
Ah-Choo!
All Right, Step Outside
And Get Some Air,
Please?
I'll Tell You
If Something
Changes, Ok?
Ok. Ah-Choo!
Girl, On Radio:
All Of Us Here At Ktqt
Are Wishing Josh Townsend
A Speedy Recovery.
We're Sending Over
White Light
And A Couple Of Pizzas,
So Get Better, Dude.
Huh.
You're Looking
For Something,
But You Don't Know What.
Mmm, No.
No, I'm Not.
Yes, You Are.
I'm Just, Uh,
A Little Lost.
No, You're Not.
Yes, I Am.
I'm, Uh,
Ahem, Trying To Get
Something For My Son.
Get Him A Bike.
Excuse Me?
A Bicycle.
Uh, That's A--That's
A Brilliant Idea,
But How Did
You Know That?
I'm Sorry. I'm--
I'm A Scientist. Uh...
I Measure, Calculate.
Things Are Pretty Much
Absolute For Me,
And I--
I Don't--I Don't
Understand You People.
There's One
In The Back.
One--One What?
One Bicycle.
I Can Let You
Have It Real Cheap.
Mmm...
Tight.
[Snoring]
You're Awake. [Laughs]
How Are You Feeling?
You Have Been Asleep
For 2 Days!
Ohh!
Hey.
Ok, Let Me Check
Your Wounds.
Oh, These
Are Healing Nicely.
I Knew That Alehoof
Would Work.
Good Morning.
Awesome Bike, Dad.
Well, Apparently,
You Need One For A Race.
I Don't Know.
I Do.
Ok, Now, Remember,
Distance Is A Product
Of Velocity
And Trajectory,
But Only Up
To A Certain Angle.
After That, You're Just
Gonna Get The Height
But Not The Distance.
So Don't Go Too High.
That's My Boy.
Good.
Pound It.
Right Over Here.
I Wanna Get
A Straight Shot Of Josh.
What's Goin' On, Dr. T?
Rock On, Moon!
Abuela, John.
What's Up There,
Moon?
Are You Sure You're
Feeling All Right?
I Feel Fine.
Are You Sure?
Yeah. Stop Asking Me.
Now, Remember,
After The Second
Hairpin Turn--
I Know! Stop Telling Me
That. It Drops Out.
I Was Gonna Say
That's When You
Start Praying, But...
All Right. You Guys Climb
The Fire Roads To Summit,
Then Pick Up Mine Field
Back Down To Devil's Revenge.
First One Back Here Wins.
You Guys Ready?
Yeah.
Yeah.
Thomas:
Shake Hands.See You Soon.
See You.
Play Nice, And I'll Let
You Ride On My Land.
Don't Worry. We'll Find You
Some Nice Trails In Nevada.
Baby.
It's Starting.
Who's Gonna Call It?
Him.
Man:
Come On,Moon.
Moon, Can You Get It
Started Here?
Woman:
We're Counting On You.
You Can
Do It, Josh.
Racers...
Mount Your Bikes!
Already Did.
Can You Just Raise
And Lower Your Arm, Please?
Got It.
Ready...
Set...
Go!
Yes! Go! Go,
Go, Go, Josh!
Let's Go!
Whoa!
Ohh!
Oh, Come On!
They're Going Up
Now.
Sources Say
The Heat Is On.
Kyle And Josh Are
On A Stairway To Heaven.
That's The Turquoise Ascent,
Folks,
2,000 Vertical Feet
Of Leg-Burning,
Lung-Busting Heartbreak.
Watch Up There.
[Both Breathing Heavily]
[Grunts]
Go, Baby, Go, Baby,
Go! [Laughs]
Oh, Yeah!
Yeah, Go!
[Backfires]
[Mooing]
Woman:
Oh, Man.[Groaning]
[Breathing Heavily]
[Groans]
[Rumbling]
Buffalo.
They're Off The Preserve.
Ride!
Right Behind You!
They're At The Top!
Find It!
Find It.
Yeah!
Yes, Yes!
[Groaning]
Yeah!
[Grunts]
Josh Is On His Way
Back Down.
You See Him?
[Kyle Groans]
[Grunts]
Go, Kyle!
Oh, They're Going
Down Mine Field.
It's Kyle And Josh
On The Mine Field
Dirt Staircase,
Coming Down
Dare I Say It,
Devil's Revenge.
Mountain Biking's
Mother Lode.
No Way!
Yes!
All Right!
[Gasping]
[Laughs]
[Grunting]
Hey!
Whoa!
Hey, Neat Jump,
But The Trail's That Way.
Yo! Trail!
What Are You Doing?
The Buffalo Are Headed
Toward Town.
We Have To Stop Them
Before They Reach
The Ridge.
How?
Josh, What Exactly
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