Midnight Stallion Page #3

I mean, why everything

has to be so hard?

We'll pull through this.

We're not down yet.

Not by a long shot.

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa!

Yeah.

Hey, big guy.

Remember me?

We talked yesterday.

I'm Jack.

I'm just here to hang out with you.

I'll just let you come to me.

I'm not even here.

Nope, not me.

See, I'm not even looking at you.

I am not even be talking to you.

You don't have to be afraid of me.

So, what do you say,

you come meet me here?

His name is Midnight, Dad.

Stay where you are.

He knows me better.

What did I tell you about this?

- You said, listen.

- Yes.

So, listen.

Hello Midnight.

Missed you.

This is my dad.

Hey.

I want to try to ride him.

No, I don't think

this tornado is ready to ride yet.

Then at least, come and meet him.

That's what I've been trying to do.

He's beautiful.

And I think he likes you.

Yeah, I think he does.

Let's see how much

he likes both of us.

We've built enough good trust for today.

It's time we're leaving.

I'm pretty sure

Midnight's got a busy schedule.

A schedule, Dad?

Really?

And that's pretty big word for a horse.

He's following us.

Don't look back.

Say something to him.

About his schedule?

Oh, about anything.

It's not so much of what you say,

It's how you say it to him.

Quick, say something else.

- You say something.

- You started it.

I don't want to fight about it.

Give him the wrong idea.

You're weird.

You can say anything you want.

Just make it sound good.

You go first.

Tell him a joke.

Okay.

Ahh... this horse goes in

a grocery store...

Not that one dad.

That's why he left.

You think it was something you said?

I think it was that old joke.

Hmm.

Wow.

Probably heard my sweet voice.

Or maybe his schedule opened up.

Easy, boy.

You're home now.

I know you're hungry.

How about some oats?

Wow.

You won't waste any time, do you?

Nope.

It's my turn to have a lord

get us out of this mess.

You sound just like your dad.

Only he didn't let them beat him.

Jack, whatever you do at this point,

I'm right there with you.

No-one is gonna beat us.

Me too, Dad.

Nobody can beat Midnight.

I'm gonna race them, Rita,

and I'm gonna win.

Can you break and train

the stallion in time?

I mean, that race is less

than two weeks away.

Mum's right, Dad.

You haven't even got

the saddle on him yet.

Well, that's why they invented morning.

Is that a steak dinner I smell?

Very funny.

No, it's blue box's night.

Deluxe. It's tuna and peas.

Where is Megan?

Two guesses.

Neither includes Ross this time.

She's with Midnight.

That horse scares me, Jack.

Relax.

She probably tries

to break the Guinness record

on how many apples

that a horse can eat.

Hey, Midnight.

Here's an apple for you.

Yeah.

Easy, Midnight.

Can do this.

What are you thinking?

He is not ready for tame.

He is still wild.

You got to take it slow.

You can't expect him

to just let you ride him.

- Him?

- Without it...

What about her,

what about our daughter?

I will have no more of her

on this horse, I mean it.

She could have been

hurt or paralyzed.

Mum, I'm fine.

Nothing's wrong.

Not a word.

It is not his fault.

I shouldn't have tried to ride him.

Shh.

Easy, boy.

I guess now is as good time as any.

My daddy used to say: Whe you get

dumped off a horse, get back on.

Whoa!

Jack!

Jack!

Dad, are you okay?

Yeah.

Yeah.

What does he say?

He says your ride isn't due till tomorrow.

Easy, Midnight. Let's just walk around

to get used to each other.

That's it.

Just follow me.

What's he doing?

Called "horse whispering".

- Like dog whispering on TV...

- Sh!!!

Just watch.

What's the prize money looking like?

Weird.

Ross?

I thought, I thought

you're talking to him. Sorry.

Umm...

20,000, as of this morning, Mr. Shepard.

40,000 after Dad matched it.

40,000, did you hear that, Midnight?

That could buy a lot of oats.

Oh, oh, hey, hey. There is no way

you're getting back on that thing.

You're gonna break a leg.

Maybe it's too soon.

Okay, off, off, off the fence.

Easy, easy.

Come on.

You can do it.

You can calm.

Yes.

Good boy.

Thanks for the ride.

Put the look on their faces.

Thank you, Teddy.

Oh, you know we need

two bags, right?

Yes, I know, Mrs. Shepard.

Manager wouldn't let me bring the other one

because you charge to the max this month.

- Sorry.

- Oh.

Right, yeah. I know.

We're gonna get that paid up.

- Bye.

- Goodbye.

You have to close your eyes.

Why, what is it?

About time...

Well, if I tell you,

it won't be a surprise.

Okay, but it'd better not be

a trick or something.

It's not a trick.

What are you doing?

- Keep them close.

- I am.

Wait.

Almost time.

What's that?

Okay.

I've ever heard this sone before.

I really like it.

Thanks.

Oh, uh, not the song.

The player...

I'm giving it to you.

No, I can't. I can't.

It's too expensive.

Don't think about the money.

It's a gift.

No, Ross.

Really, I can't.

You want to hang out afternoon?

Sure.

There you are, Ross.

I've been looking all over for you.

We're running late.

Uh, late for what?

I thought you said I...

that I can get

a ride home with Dad.

That plan's changed.

Come on.

Bye Megan.

Hey, Mrs. Chaney, Ross...

Hi, Mrs. Shepard.

- How are you?

- He's fine. And we're late.

Come here.

I like you and you like me,

and we both want to do this together.

So, don't put me back in the dirt, okay?

Is that a deal?

You talk to him like he understands

every word you're saying.

Ah, I don't know if he understands...

every word I'm saying, but

I think he knows what I mean.

Connect with him, Dad.

He needs to feel like you're

a part of him, like a team.

We're sort of team.

He's punter, and I am the football.

We are better than team.

- We're like one.

- Talk to him.

He likes it when you do that.

I like it when you do that.

Oh, I'm so sorry, Dad.

Oh, that's okay.

Midnight loves apples.

It's a check all right?

I'm going to have to call this in?

- Hi, Mr. Shepard.

- Hey there, Ross.

On watch Today?

Yeah, Dad hired me

to help out with the race.

Eh, um, Mr. Shepard...

um...

it's great that you enter

Midnight in the race, but...

$350 is a lot of money and,

you know, is not refunable.

Believe me, Ross, my whole life

seems to be nonrefundable.

You know, hold on,

be-before you do that.

What was that about?

Who you called?

My dad.

I tried to get him to give you

a break on the entry fee. But,...

he said if he did that for you,

he'd have to do for everyone.

I wish you hadn't done, Ross.

I'm no a charity case.

We're good there or not?

Yes, sir, Mr. Shepard.

We take those flowers too.

You'll have to pay for those inside.

Spend a lot of money we need for food

and living by entering that race.

I've heard the talk about the prize

money being over $50,000.

And I read in the newspaper

about all the professionally trained horses

are gonna be in this race.

Have you ever considered the odd

stacked against you actually winning?

With that kind of money,

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