Snow Dogs Page #5

Kid, come on.

I want to get airborne

before the winds pick up.

Final boarding call.

Hi, Chester.

Hi, buddy.

For the mushers and their dogs

nothing can match this moment.

We're here at the starting line

awaiting the signal

to begin the 112th

Arctic Challenge

sled dog races.

And we'll be here bringing you

a word's eye view of all

the colour and excitement.

Back to you, Pete.

My people, I love you.

Will you

look at that?

Now, Demon, look at me.

My hands are shot.

This is going to be

my last go round.

And probably yours, too.

So, what do you say we just

give them something

to remember us by, huh?

Ah, that's my boy.

There he goes

the Michael Jordan

of dogsledding

Olivier Trajean.

Teddy?

Ooh, my Lord,

it's freezing in here.

You see that

dog out front?

That's the lead dog.

Those two in back,

they're the wheel dogs

but it's the lead dog that

drives the team.

He's finished dead last

three years in a row...

Why am I a dentist?

You always wanted

to be a dentist.

Except for that one year

you wanted to be

the Six-Million-Dollar Man.

You were always

running in slow motion.

We had to take ten extra

minutes just to get anywhere.

Oh, Teddy.

Is this Tolketna?

Who's this?

Oh, that's Barb.

She's just a friend.

Mm-hmm.

So this is...

She's pretty.

She looks just like you.

Oh, Teddy,

I'm so sorry.

I'll get it cleaned up

right now.

Don't bother, I'll get a broom.

So, is this the father?

Who?

This white man with

her and the baby.

Oh, look how cute

you are, Teddy.

He lied to me.

Hello?

Yes, I need your next flight

to Alaska.

A test of speed and agility

today, at the Arctic Challenge.

Here at the finish line,

the weather is fine

but out on the course,

a massive Arctic storm

is blowing in tonight.

The lead teams are bunking

at the Rusty Knife checkpoint

hoping that morning

will bring relief.

Hey, girl. Good girl.

How they look?

Feet look good.

Oh!

Old Demon never changes,

huh, Jack?

Been kind of ornery

ever since Victoria Pass.

What kind of a man eats

before he feeds his dogs?

Don't worry, they

already docked him

20 minutes for that one.

Uh, Jack, there's a storm

brewing out there.

Everybody's

bunking in.

Come on.

I saved you a spot

by the heater.

Thanks, Ernie.

Hey!

Come on, Demon!

Pick it up.

Pick it up.

Pick it up, Demon.

Whoa.

Hey, hold up, there.

The old fool.

Hi.

George.

All right, let's go.

I got to find Jack.

Ted, there's something

you need to know.

Later. He lied to me.

Come on.

Ted?

- Wait.

- What?

Jack's missing.

What?

He made the check-in

at Rusty Knife.

Then the old fool headed

straight into a storm.

That's the last

anybody saw of him.

And the weather's

gotten so bad

the rescue crews

had to turn back.

I know where he is.

You think you know

where he is.

He could be anywhere

within a hundred square miles.

Come on.

You can't do this.

When I was lost,

he came looking for me.

I'm not going to let

him die out there.

Ted, you don't even have

a lead dog.

Sure, I do.

There's my lead dog.

Hi, Nana.

Nana?!

Nana's not a lead dog.

Sure, she is.

If I can be

a musher

she can be a lead dog.

That a girl, Nana.

Whoo!

Ted...

please be careful.

Ready up!

Mush! Mush!

Get up there! Ha!

Ha! Mush!

Hey! Hey!

And it looks like our winner is

going to be, once again...

Hey!

Isn't that guy going

the wrong way?

Hey, check out Ted.

- Go!

- Yeah, go!

Get up there!

Olivier!

Did you see him?

Whoo-hoo!

Whoo-hoo!

No more slump, boys!

It's Milk Bone for everyone!

Whoo-hoo!

Olivier, you've won

the Arctic Challenge.

What are you

going to do next?

I'm going to Disneyland, Paris.

Olivier!

Look what you've done.

We must run away.

I am so sorry

but all I've got is

American money.

Paging Dr. Te...

Whoa!

- Here, let me help you.

- Ah.

Oh, thank you.

You must be Ted's mother.

Well, you must be Barb.

So, what did he tell

you about me?

He says you make

amazing cookies.

Oh!

Aw, that is just like Ted.

He wouldn't say

a bad thing about anyone.

Where is he?

That's it! That's it!

Come on, guys.

Come on, come on.

Right, right, left, left, right!

Come on, come on!

Come on!

Okay, okay.

Two-minute break.

Two-minute break.

Scooper, what have you got now?

Sure, you can dig,

but you can't pull?

But wait a minute.

Just wait.

Now, this is my son.

Arert you supposed to send

a search party

or a posse or something?

Look, ma'am...

we're sorry, but there's simply

no way to go through the pass.

And it's too windy

to send up a chopper.

I'm sorry.

Excuse me.

I couldn't help

overhearing.

Did you say your

son is out there?

Mm-hmm.

To the men and women

of the Arctic Challenge

the Arctic flame is

a symbol of hope.

It can't be extinguished

until the last musher has found

his way out of the wilderness

and crossed the finish line.

This year, that flame flickers

for one man

lost out on the trail

old-time sledding

legend, Thunder

Jack Johnson.

But we've now learned

of a startling unofficial

rescue effort that's underway.

- Ted Brooks...

- Yeah!

Get this, a dentist

from Miami, Florida

Ah!

Is bravely facing the storm

with his own team of dogs.

You go, Ted.

Tonight, somewhere

in the darkness

a story as old

as time itself unfolds

as man and animal work together,

braving the elements

in what has become not a race of

winners and losers

but simply a race for survival.

Whoa, whoa, brake it off.

Jack?

Jack?

Easy, Demon, easy.

Jack?

Okay. Good job, boys.

Okay, good, good boy.

Good dog.

All right, good boy.

Good job.

Oh, Jack. Jack.

Jack.

Okay.

What are you doing here?

Your leg's broke.

I'm splinting it.

Yeah. Well, how'd you get here?

Same way you did.

Not bad for

a greenorn, huh?

Not bad at all.

So, what kind of crazy stunt

were you trying

to pull out there?

Oh, I thought I could win

if I rode off into that storm.

But if I'd bunked in

like I should've

I wouldn't have run

into that tree, and...

What...?

Ah-ah-ah!

It's the latest

in personal climate control.

I guess I ought to thank you

for coming after me.

Because you didn't...

you didn't have to, you know.

It's payback.

Now we're even.

No, we're not even.

You know, I've always believed

that a man who don't tell it

like it is is a liar.

And I hate liars.

Well, I lied to you, son.

I was at that hospital.

The night you were born, well...

why, you were no bigger

than a loaf of bread.

I walked into that room,

and the doctorjust

placed you right in my hands,

just like that.

And in all my life

I'd never seen anything like it.

But me and Lucy knew

that we-we had no business

trying to raise you.

You know, we were no good

for each other

and we... we raise dogs.

But, uh, kids...

But Lucy... wanted to bring you

into this world.

But she knew

that it would be better

if somebody else

raised you.

So, now, you can't blame

everything on Lucy.

I was nowhere near

ready to be a father.

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