Iron Will

Come on, boys!

Let's go. Hike!

Hike! Hike!

Let's go! Hike!

Let's go, Curly.

Atta boy!

That's it, Curly. Hike!

Yeah!

That's a good boy.

Yeah! Yeah!

Okay, let's go, boy!

Come on, now!

We gotta race now!

We gotta race!

Let's catch 'em. Let's catch 'em.

Come on, boys! Yeah!

That's it.

Come on, Curly!

Come on, Curly!

Let's get there first.

Let's beat 'em!

Let's go!

Come on, boys!

Come on! Let's move!

Come on! Come on!

We've gotta beat this train!

All right, all right, all right,

we got 'im, now!

Come on! Come on!

Almost there! Come on!

Yeah! All right!

Here you go.

-Whoa! Whoa!

-Watch it! Look out!

Curly, gee! Gee!

-Will, that was incredible!

-Incredibly foolish.

You could have been killed,

Will Stoneman.

How many times is there an army truck

in the middle of the street?

I've been coming around

this corner my whole life.

Has there ever been an army truck

in the middle of the street?

Nice piece of running there.

-So, how old are you, pal?

-Seventeen.

-Think you'll be ready to fight a war in a year?

-No, I'm ready now.

War with who?

Stay alive, buddy.

Your country might need ya.

-Coming on the run tomorrow?

-I ain't coming.

-We planned it. You gotta come.

-I can't.

-You know my father.

-Yeah.

Ward, you gonna do something besides

work for your father your whole life?

Please, Will. Just 'cause you want

something doesn't mean it's gonna happen.

-I know, but you can try, can't you?

-Ward!

Get back to the dock.

The train is on time, Mr. Stoneman,

and you are once again late.

-Yeah, I got...

-If you're late again...

you're fired.

What are you so riled about?

Old man Burton. He's always

got something to say.

Next time he opens his mouth,

I swear, I'll knock his teeth in.

Don't waste time worrying about

the Burtons in this world, son.

They're too scared of living

to see past their own faces.

Besides, there's too damn

many of them anyway.

-One day you'll make him

eat his own words. -You think?

Not a doubt in my mind.

There we go.

Come on. I'll help you

sort the mail.

Let's see:

Milkson, Sorrenson...

Jensen, Wilkerson

and Zeider.

That's it for...

-What have you got there?

-Just a letter.

Hey!

Is that from the college?

-Well, did you get in?

-Yes, sir.

You got in!

I'm so proud of you!

-I'm not going, Dad.

-What? Wha...

-I'm not going.

-What are you talking about?

I know how bad you and Mom want

this for me, but it's just dreams.

-My place is here.

-Son, listen to me.

Your place is where your dreams are.

Now, you never forget that.

-Dad, what about the money?

-Don't worry about the money!

Look. When you need it, it'll

be there. That's a promise.

Come on.

Let's go tell your mom.

All right.

-Come on, Will.

-I'm here.

Let's go, boy!

Come on, Will.

Whoa, boy.

-Zee-now, Tika.

-Easy, now.

Slow up, now.

Slow up.

-Good boy.

-Good dog!

Hey, Ned.

Good dog, yes.

Come here, Gus.

How ya doin'?

You're my dog, aren't ya?

You're my dog.

Hey, Gus, good dog.

What? What is so funny?

-He bit me!

-Bite him back.

-Bite him back?

-He knows one master.

When he respects you as he does

your father, then he'll like you.

Good dog, Curly.

Good dog.

Such a good dog.

Mmm, yes, you are.

That's a good dog.

"Winnipeg to St. Paul

Carnival Dog Derby."

Listen to this, Ned.

"J.W. Harper announces...

"the longest, toughest,

richest race...

"in the history

of dogsledding...

-with a first prize of $10,000."

-Ten thousand dollars?

"The race will run from

Winnipeg, Canada...

to St. Paul, Minnesota,

500 miles."

Ten thousand dollars

for 500 miles!

-Not thinking of doing that, are you, Jack?

-No, of course not.

-You should do it, Dad.

-He'd never make it.

-Why do you say that?

-He's too old. He smokes too much.

No, Ned. It's just because

I don't want it bad enough.

Besides, everything I want

is right here.

-Dad?

-Huh.

That's the way I feel too.

Look, son...

if you want something

real bad...

and you really want it...

you gotta go out where you

can find it and grab it.

Everybody's probably thinking

I'm just a big talker anyway.

-You know, wouldn't last

ten minutes away from the farm.

-Actually...

we were wondering how the farm

would last without you.

Don't let fear stand in

the way of your dream, son.

Atta boy! Come on.

-Go! Pull, Gus! Pull!

-That's it, Curly.

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Hey! Whoa!

Pull, Gus! Will!

Will, I'm caught!

Pull, Gus! Pull!

Dad! Dad!

No, Dad! Don't let go!

Dad, no! I'm here!

-Dad, don't let go!

-Will, get back!

-Gus, pull!

-You're being pulled in!

Ah, no! Dad, hold on!

-Get back! You're coming in!

-No, no! Don't cut it, Dad!

No! Dad!

No-o-o! No, no!

He's not coming back, Gus.

He left us both.

Damn you, Dad.

I guess it's

you and me now, Gus.

What? What?

Why didn't you pull

him out? Why?

You're his dog.

There was a whole team of you.

You wanna fight, huh?

You think I'm scared?

Don't!

It's not his fault.

It's not your fault either.

The river called his name.

No other reason.

The river called his name.

-He's gone, Ned.

-No.

No, he's with you forever.

I've contacted most

of the customers.

-His dogs?

-Yeah.

I'll help you work out a plan,

but, Mrs. Stoneman...

you're going to have to

think about the farm.

What you whistling?

I wasn't whistling anything.

It was your father's tune.

'Cept I can't do it

like he did.

Maybe you'll find

your own way.

I'm sorry, Will.

I've watched him, Mom.

I've worked with him.

I can fill these orders.

It's furniture, Mom.

It's tables and chairs and couches.

It wasn't only that.

It was your father's touch.

Ned can help. He watches everything.

He knows Dad's work.

Will...

I'm arranging to sell the dogs.

We'll be able to pay off

most of our debts...

-the immediate ones anyway.

-You can't do that, Mom.

-The money we could get for Gus alone...

-Gus?

-Gus is Dad's dog!

-And you're his son!

And he wanted to pay for college

because it was important to you.

Maybe it's not so important anymore.

Maybe it never should have been important.

Maybe I wasn't meant to go.

Down, Gus.

Mom! Mom!

-Mom, he was gonna enter the race.

-What?

"Winnipeg to St. Paul,

500 miles."

He was thinking of entering the race.

There's a difference.

But this was his solution,

and it still can be.

$10,000! That pays

for the farm, college...

Those men entering the race, they're

younger than your father was and stronger.

-He couldn't possibly have

won and neither can you.

-But I can, Mom, I can!

I've just lost a husband.

I won't lose a son!

But, who said anything

about losing, Mom?

Ned, you've seen me race.

Tell her I can do it.

I taughtJack for years.

Even he couldn't run this race.

-You heard him say it.

-He didn't want it bad enough!

Since Dad died, I felt my whole life

was finished, no more dreams.

We're barely making enough to survive,

with no hope for anything better.

I couldn't dream anymore

about school.

When I saw this flier, I felt

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