Iron Will Page #3

-Why'd you help me?

-Helping you is helping myself.

Having you in the race gives me

something to write about.

Gotta sell newspapers, kid.

Oh, I see it's the first time

for a lot of things, huh?

Get an eyeful, 'cause you

won't be seeing anything...

-but the butts on your dogs for some time.

-Oh, my dogs!

-Ah, back off!

-Hey, don't kick my dog, mister!

Then you shut your dog up!

Your dog started the trouble.

-You okay, Gus?

-So...

you think you gonna last

as long as me, huh?

Boyca!

You ever had frostbite?

You will,

you run this race.

Yeah, the mercury drop

to 30 below.

Forty below sometime.

Your fingers and toes,

they gonna look like this.

Yeah.

This race, boy...

this is the meanest stretch

of land God ever put together.

Good men have died out there.

When you get the frostbite,

you call me.

I cut off anything you want.

No charge.

Don't give me an excuse, Borg.

You got a little frostbite

on the brain, don't you?

What you say to me?

I said, don't let me catch you irritating

my countryman again. Now, get!

Come on, Joe.

I was just having fun

with the boy.

Remember to call me

if you need anything cut off.

Stay away from him. Mean.

Got a little timber wolf not far

down the family tree. You all right?

Yeah, we're okay.

All right. Take care.

Thanks.

I require a gentleman's promise

from each of you.

You will not try to steal

my chef. He is world class.

Although, at the end

of the journey...

since I've laid in some excellent

vintages... Thank you, Abdul.

I'll make a gift of them to you

if we have any left over.

In the meantime, you'll find this

cognac more than satisfactory.

Elevated only by the taste

of my imported Havana cigars.

You should not have let him

enter,J.W., reporter or not.

I was not about to let Kingsley

ruin the reputation of the race!

Whatever he might have done,

it'll be nothing compared to...

what you'll face if that boy

gets himself killed.

We'll let the boy race for a day,

then find some reason to disqualify him.

Didn't you want to take on the world

at that age? Let the boy have a day!

-If he lasts that long.

-I'll bet $500 he does.

You two have already bet

over $5,000,Jonah.

-Then you're not gonna miss

another $500, are you? -Right!

-Oh!

-It's $ 1,000...

-says he won't make Heartbreak Hill.

-No.

Yes. You're on.

Ahh. I couldn't

have dreamed all this.

Can't wait to tell Ward.

Tell you something,

though, Gus.

Ned's right. Got to stay away

from those racers.

How 'bout acting like

I'm the boss tomorrow, huh?

Not embarrass me

in front of a thousand people?

I noticed your article, Harry.

-All the way on page 14.

-Yeah, that's cute.

And so we send you

brave men off in competition...

with the pride of many nations

at your shoulders.

Good luck and Godspeed.

Racing teams, are you ready?

Come on, dog team.

Come on!

Thor!

Hut, hut, hut!

Hut, hut, hut!

Come on, boy! Come on!

Let's go! Let's go!

Good boy.

Come on, Gus. Let's go!

Go, Will!

Let's go! Come on, now.

Let's go! Come on, Gus!

Come on, boy!

Come on, boy!

Let's move it!

Let's go, Gus! Come on!

Keep up that pace, you'll be burying

them dogs in Canadian ground.

Hey, kid, where you goin'

in such a hurry?

St. Paul, Minnesota.

Come on, let's go!

We got 'em!

We're coming up

on the racers, sir!

Well, slow the train down,

then, man.

-Jonah!

-Thank you.

Wonder how that

young man's faring.

He's probably dropped

out of the race already.

If I was you, Jonah,

I'd get my $1,000 out now...

because there's my boys

coming up according to plan.

One, two and three!

Make that nine, ten and eleven,

Angus. Look up there.

What? Oh!

Where are Remy

and Devereaux?

Good Lord! That young man's

in the lead!

Hey, the kid's in the lead.

-You think your boy's got a chance?

-Doesn't matter what I think.

If I convince 20 million

Americans he can...

I may be back in the

good graces of my editor.

Heartbreak Hill's comin' up. If he can

make it through that and Devil's Run...

you might get that desk

after all.

Atta boy, Gus! We'll give 'em

something to talk about back home!

Whoo-hoo!

Come on, boys.

Come on!

Hut, hut, hut, hut!

Hut!

Hut, hut!

Hut!

Wanna thank ya!

Hut, hut, hut, hut!

Lads, hut, hut!

Hey, you cut a good trail, boy!

He's a trailblazer.

I cut the trail for them!

Adrian, move up!

Hey, Will! Let's go!

On, Adrian. Let's go, move.

Okay... okay.

Okay, let's go,

let's go, let's go!

Beautiful, no?

This is as far as you go, kid.

Leave him alone, Borg.

How 'bout $25 to the man

who reaches bottom first?

You're out of your mind.

You scared, Riley?

Maybe you should slide down on your

rump along with the boyca here.

Better yet, make it good.

One hundred dollars, huh?

One hundred dollars!

[Swedish]

Whoo-hoo!

Faster! Yah!

Allez!

Whoa... whoa!

Come on, Gus!

Allez, allez!

Hey, Borg!

Come on!

Come on, Adrian!

Comin' by.

Comin' by.

Let me through!

Hey, what are you doin'?

Borg!

Borg!

Adrian, whoa!

Joe!

Go on! I'm all right.

Joe?

Gus, gee, gee!

Whoa, whoa, whoa!

Gus, whoa!

No, no, Gus!

Hey, Gus, whoa!

Hey, we wanna finish this race,

we gotta make some kind of peace. Hear?

Gus!

Gus!

Agh!

Wire just came.

The Icelanders are in Morris.

McTeague's boys.

Twelve miles ahead.

Ahead of the Carey brothers. Harper's

gonna be fuming when he hears that.

Don't look so concerned.

Your boy's out there somewhere.

-No news is good news.

-No news is unemployment.

Wait. Groven's lost two dogs.

Devereaux, the Frenchman, is out;

and one of the Americans.

Not your American.

Seems a man who really wanted

to win this race would keep goin'...

instead of pullin' up every night

to have supper with his competitors.

Smart fella, huh?

You go out there, why don't ya?

Go on out there.

Take a leak while you're at it.

Watch it freeze

before it hits the ground.

He wants us

to race at night.

He wants us

to race at night!

Well, look who's here.

That little lost Yankee.

-I think for sure

I'd never see you again.

-We made it, didn't we?

You be careful now.

The cowboy ain't here

to protect you no more.

Good boy.

Leavin' awful early,

aren't you, kid?

Yeah, ah...

bad weather's comin'.

I'd like to get out in front

if I can.

What's that?

Fruitcake.

You're gonna run 40 miles

on fruitcake?

It's a special fruitcake,

Mr. Kingsley.

I wouldn't talk about it. People think

you're crazy enough as it is.

They can think what they want. It saves

time not havin' to build fires or cook.

It cuts down on the weight

I gotta carry.

Okay, let's go!

Fruitcake?

Geez, this kid's

a gift from God.

"Dateline:

The Canadian Wilderness.

"At a time when the hearts of

this nation cry out for heroes...

"remember that there's a boy

out there, an American boy...

"racing against man,

against nature, against time...

"with his mother's fruitcake

and a homemade whistle...

"and a spirit that speaks

of the truest American ideals.

"So when you read this name,

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