The Black Stallion Page #3

Alec, that horse

is not the mystery horse.

Even if he were,

you're not gonna ride him.

lt was a secret.

l told you as soon as l could.

You're not supposed to keep

secrets from your mother.

- Someone's at the door.

- l know!

- Mrs. Ramsey, how--

- Oh.

The Black is the mystery horse,

and you're gonna ride him in a race.

All right. Well, well, well.

lsn't this just fascinating timing?

What's been going on

between you two guys and that horse?

- l have a right to know.

- Guess you've been talking to Alec.

l have been trying to. Would you like

to tell me something about this?

- l'd be happy to.

- Come in, please.

lt's quite a long story,

Mrs. Ramsey.

l'm sure it's a long story.

But you've got to be kidding,

thinking l'll let him ride in a race.

My son could get killed

in a horse race.

l think you

could be exaggerating.

l'm not exaggerating.

Don't lie to me, Mr. Dailey.

You're willing to risk his life?

l'm not willing to risk his life.

l've lost a husband,

and l'm not gonna lose a son.

l wouldn't hurt that boy

for anything in the world.

What kind of dreams

are you filling his head with?

lt's much more than just a race.

Your son has his heart set on it.

Good-bye, Mr. Dailey.

Good-bye, Mrs. Ramsey.

So what happened to the new deal,

the clean slate?

Alec, l can't let you

ride in that horse race.

lt's ridiculous.

l'm sorry.

What is that?

Alexander the Great's horse.

Dad gave it to me...

just before the storm.

lt reminds me

of The Black and me.

Alexander's father gave it to him...

before he died.

l was in the water.

l couldn't breathe.

lt was dark and...

l--

l yelled out for Dad, but--

l looked up,

and there was The Black...

and l grabbed onto him.

He saved your life, didn't he?

Oh, Alec.

What am l gonna do?

l gotta ride.

Okay, Alec.

Neville planned the publicity?

l'll bet the mystery horse

don't even show.

Did you see that?

l'll beat him.

- l heard Mendoza's comin' in.

- Who's missing from the room?

- That beats him right there.

- Yeah. Who rides him?

Where did that guy over there

get them silks?

- Looks like he's ready for Halloween.

- lt sure does.

Rider number one, up.

- Number one, sir.

- Add two pounds.

Got that, George?

Rider number two now.

Thank you.

Rider number three.

Number three?

Number three?

How do l look?

Number three, please.

l don't think he's gonna show.

lt's been a joke.

The mystery rider.

Hop on the scale.

-He's not strong enough to go two miles.

-No way. Too small.

- Rider on the scale, please.

- He's on the scale, sir.

He's on the scale?

Add it on.

Okay. All right.

Take him out.

All right, bring him right on out.

Two miles.

They'll come by the stands twice.

The stands are jammed.

He's moving on the black horse,

the mystery horse.

Bring that horse.

Cyclone, settle! Whoa!

Whoa!

Stop, Black!

There's some problem

with the mystery horse.

Cyclone keeping the pace.

They're in the front turn now.

He's won!

The mystery horse won!

This, ladies and gentlemen--

This horse has got a leg like iron.

lt's gonna be all right, son.

Henry!

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