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MALE NARRATOR: It was in all the papers at the time.

Men searching in the Arctic had found a yellow metal.

Gold.

A mad fever spread as far as word can travel

and thousands more rushed to the North to try their luck.

These men needed dogs.

Big dogs with strong muscles to pull their sleds.

Good morning there, Buck!

MALE NARRATOR: Buck was neither house dog

nor kennel dog.

Here you go, boy.

MALE NARRATOR: His master was Santa Clara County judge.

BOY: Hey!

Whoa! Watch it, you!

MALE NARRATOR: In this realm, Buck was king.

MAN: Damn it, creature!

Careful! That's Judge Miller's dog.

You wish the judge a happy birthday from me.

Thanks, will do. Come on, Buck! Let's go.

PAPERBOY: News of the Klondike!

Thousands of gold rushers converge in Dawson City!

News of the Klondike! Oh.

Here you go, lad.

Buck, stop!

Buck!

MAILMAN: Get out of the way! Get out of the way!

ABIGAIL: Buck!

MAILMAN: Get! Stop it. ABIGAIL: Come here!

MAILMAN: Lady, call your dog! Look out!

ABIGAIL: Buck! Come here!

MAILMAN: Out of the way!

ABIGAIL: Come back here right now! Buck! Stop!

Buck.

ABIGAIL: No! I'm so, so sorry!

I'm sorry. That dog's a menace.

ABIGAIL: Oh, he's just spoiled.

Buck means well.

Usually.

Abigail, cook needs you.

ABIGAIL: Buck.

Go wake the girls.

Oh.

MAN: Grab the roast!

MAN 2: Uh... I'll look out!

HEAD COOK: Out!

No.

Remember we talked about this, Buck.

Today you need to be on your best behavior.

Buck?

Hmm.

Your Honor.

Smells very, very good.

SERVER 2: Happy birthday.

ALICE: Everyone over here first.

JUDGE MILLER: All right, Molly. You look beautiful.

All right. Settle.

Buck.

Why don't you sit out here

and you think on what you've done.

No. Not now, Buck.

MALE NARRATOR: This wasn't the first night

Buck spent on the porch.

MAN: Come on, Buck. Come on.

MALE NARRATOR: He was less attentive

to his master's commands...

Hey, Buck. I got a treat for ya.

MALE NARRATOR: ...than he was to his own instincts.

Come on.

Get the treat. Come on!

Good boy.

Good boy.

Get the treat. Get the treat.

Good boy. Good boy!

MAN: He answers to the name of Buck.

He'll fetch a fine price where he's going.

WORKER: Hold up!

I'll need extra hands for this last transfer.

What in the world is in this thing?

WORKER 2: Dog.

WORKER 1: How many?

WORKER 2: Just one.

MALE NARRATOR: Locked in that box...

...he couldn't eat, drink, or sleep.

Buck had no idea where he was,

where he had been,

where he was going.

MAN: Easy, boy.

All you have to do

is sit.

This ain't the Southland anymore.

Go on.

See it.

See it, boy.

It's the law of the land now.

The law of club

and fang.

No one above it.

Now what's it gonna be, doggy?

Good.

Good.

You a fast learner.

MALE NARRATOR: Buck stood no chance

against a man with a club.

He knew that.

He was beaten.

But he was not broken.

Hey!

MAN: Come on!

MALE NARRATOR: Skagway, Alaska.

Gateway to the Yukon.

The edge of nowhere.

Most anyone looking for gold went through here first.

DOG SELLER: All right, let's go, let's go.

There you go.

Get your caribou stew! Right there.

MALE NARRATOR: Buck was a long way from home.

Do you betray our Lord for your lust of gold?

DOG SELLER: Don't mind them. Come on.

No. This way. This way.

Come on! Move.

There you go. Come on. Come on.

Come on now, buddy.

It's just snow, Buck. Come on.

Hey! Buck, come on!

Get over here!

Buck!

All right.

That's it.

The house is hers?

Yes, sir. The house and everything in it.

That's good.

She deserves it.

CAPTAIN: All aboard!

Not much luck up there this last year.

Seems more folks coming back

pockets empty than full of gold.

I'm not looking for gold.

Hey! Jeez...

Watch yourself.

CAPTAIN: Last boat to Dawson leaving now!

Miss it, it's only sleds till spring.

That's mine.

Hey! Thanks.

DOG SELLER: Buck!

Got ya.

Buck's his name?

Come on, let's go.

Thanks, Buck.

DOG SELLER: You're a fast one.

All right. This way.

MAN: Good morning.

DOG SELLER: Perrault! Been a long time.

PERRAULT: Good to see you.

DOG SELLER: How've you been?

Good, good.

DOG SELLER: So, telegraph hasn't put the mail service

out of business yet?

PERRAULT: Not yet.

I need two dogs for my team.

PERRAULT: You wanna go?

Don't wait for me!

PERRAULT: Bonjour,Francoise!

FRANCOISE: What have you done now?

PERRAULT: This is Buck.

Two. We needed two.

What? He's big.

Too big.

He'll never make it. PERRAULT: He'll make it.

What do you know? Aah.

Okay, let's you meet the team.

Buck, meet Spitz.

Your new boss.

Stay out of his way.

That's Dolly.

Pike.

Jo.

Billie.

Dub.

Dave.

And Sol-leks.

You are here.

Welcome to the team.

We have a new route, so everyone pay attention.

You, too, Dave. We are here.

We deliver mail 500 miles all the way to here.

Dawson.

They don't understand you.

Buck, just do what Spitz does. Okay?

He leads, you follow.

Team, ready?

Remember, we don't just carry the mail,

we carry lives!

And, mush!

Come on, mush!

Allez!

Allez!

Spitz! Gee!

FRANCOISE: Whoa! Whoa!

See, Buck?

Now all our fates are one.

FRANCOISE: They're dogs! They don't understand.

Oh, yes, he does.

Oh, yes.

Buck, we're all tied up together now.

We fall all together,

but so do we get up as one.

Come. We try again.

Easy.

That's it, Spitz.

FRANCOISE: I think your dog is broken.

PERRAULT: He's not broken.

He's just got Californian feet.

MALE NARRATOR: Out here, under an open sky...

Buck felt a cold he'd never known.

FRANCOISE: Out!

Dogs sleep outside!

MALE NARRATOR: Growing up in the world of man...

Buck had learned to listen to their voices.

Tonight,

he would begin to hear his own.

PERRAULT: Come on, Buck!

We have to get on the day.

Allez!

PERRAULT: On by!

Mail!

Thanks, Perrault.

PERRAULT: Mail! Thank you!

PERRAULT: That's better!

You are a heavy one.

Spitz! Gee!

Yeah! That's a turn!

You see? He learns quick.

MALE NARRATOR: Doing the work of a sled dog

brought Buck confidence and joy.

Now, he belonged to a pack.

PERRAULT: Gee!

Yeah, that's it!

Fantastique!

You're a real sled dog now, Buck!

Hold up.

Buck, stay.

No, no, no! Francoise!

Francoise!

Francoise!

Francoise!

You okay?

Buck!

Buck!

Save him!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck!

Buck.

Buck.

Buck.

Oh, Buck.

Oh, Buck.

FRANCOISE: Crying for a dog.

PERRAULT: No.

No, no. I wasn't crying.

You were crying.

No.

I wasn't.

In all his years hauling the mail...

Perrault has never been on time.

Not once.

But he drives every day like it might happen.

He believes.

But I never saw him believe in anything

as much as he believes in you.

Now I do, too.

MALE NARRATOR: A pack can have only one leader.

Spitz had had enough.

PERRAULT: Spitz!

Spitz!

Spitz! Spitz!

It's not like him.

PERRAULT: I looked all morning.

I can't find him anywhere.

It's like he's vanished.

Spitz!

We have to go. Without him.

Can't lose the day.

Sol-leks! Oh.

Buck? Back in place.

Allez!

Sol-leks has got more than five years on you.

Get in line.

Ooh.

Buck.

Just because you pull good don't make you ready to lead.

Okay? Allez.

I don't think he's gonna move.

Oh, he'll move.

Buck...

Move.

PERRAULT: Sol-leks, come.

Come.

Allez!

Here.

Hey. Come here.

Hey.

What got into this dog this morning?

No. Hey.

I think they know something you don't know.

There's nothing I don't know.

Hey. Where did he go? Hey!

We can't make up this much time.

They'll close the office.

PERRAULT: No!

No!

No, no, no, no, no!

We were going to be on time.

Just once!

Fine.

Take it.

FRANCOISE: It's not that bad.

PERRAULT: I lost my lead dog.

We'll be two days behind if we're lucky.

And we've never been lucky.

FRANCOISE: You might wanna...

...hang on. Yeah, yeah.

Okay, Buck.

And, mush!

Whoa!

Hey!

Yeehaw!

Go, Buck!

Go!

Yeah!

Yes, Buck!

Go!

Yeehaw!

Haw!

Buck, haw!

Turn left!

Left!

Turn left!

Go! Turn left!

No! No!

No, no, no!

Are you crazy?

PERRAULT: No, no, no! No!

Go, go, go, go!

Faster, Buck! Don't stop!

FEMALE POSTMASTER: Perrault?

Yeah!

This is it! This is it!

Don't let up now, Buck!

Yeah, that's it! Yeehaw!

Clear the way!

Move!

Go!

PERRAULT: Whoa!

BOTH: Whoa!

Did you see that?

We made it!

We did it!

WORKER: Tupper.

POSTMASTER: Here's one for Kelly.

KELLY: Yeah.

POSTMASTER: McCarthy, right here.

WOMAN: Anything for Elizabeth Snow?

O'MALLEY: Is there something for O'Malley?

WORKER: Laverne? WORKER 2: Shaw.

WORKER: I got three!

WORKER 2: Laverne!

Doyle? Kennedy?

POSTMASTER: I've got one for Smith. Here.

WORKER 2: Lynch.

See, Buck?

We don't carry mail.

We carry lives.

We carry hope.

We carry love.

We leave in the morning. Let's get some rest.

POSTMASTER: O'Neil? Walsh?

POSTMASTER: Gallagher?

Look.

MALE NARRATOR: Dearest Sarah.

The soul seems to have gone out of me now.

Each day

starts with the memory of our dearest son.

Tim's approaching birthday

reminds me of all that's been lost.

The warmth of our home...

...the adventures our son dreamed of.

I wish I'd found the words to express how I felt

before the silence became

unbearable.

And I left.

I search for a place...

I might feel some

peace.

Though I fear I will never find it.

Because I know that as I am,

there may be no home for me in this world.

Don't leave. Don't leave! PERRAULT: Mush!

PERRAULT: No, no, no!

Whoa!

Buck! What?

You got time for one more before you leave?

You're late.

It's just that it's my son's birthday.

And I need to send this remembrance to my wife.

You should have come when we were taking.

Took time to find the words.

Oh.

You learn to read, we won't need Perrault anymore.

You are lucky.

Buck is the boss.

Anyone else?

Hey, Buck. I remember you.

Thank you.

Thank you for stopping. PERRAULT: Now we go!

Ready, Buck?

And, mush!

PERRAULT: Line up!

Yep!

Nice, Buck!

Yeah, that's it!

Straight ahead!

Yep!

2,400 miles in 80 days?

Buck is gonna sleep till fall.

Perrault! One for you. Looks official.

What's the news from down south?

Good work.

Perrault?

It's okay. It's okay.

It's okay.

You did nothing wrong.

You all done good.

Okay?

I'm sorry, Buck.

They don't need me and my sled anymore.

By summer, the telegraph will reach here.

A new way to send the mail.

It's your team now.

You still have a mighty journey ahead.

MALE NARRATOR: The ground had shifted under him again.

Buck had lost another master.

Now he would have to be the leader himself.

Until a new master came along.

HAL: I promised you, didn't I? And here we are.

MERCEDES: You promised me gold.

Where is it? In the dogs?

HAL: Get the sled loaded.

It's time to stake our claim.

Let's go.

And...

Mush!

HAL: Mush!

Are they broken?

HAL: No. They're just lazy.

Buck?

HAL: Mush!

Charles, persuade the beast.

MERCEDES: Not the club.

Charles!

Put that down or I'll...

I won't go a step!

Charles!

Remember me?

Yeah, I know.

Your runners are frozen.

You'll help your dogs a mighty lot

if you take the gee pole and break 'em out.

HAL: Gee pole?

MERCEDES: What is he doing?

Sir! Watch the Victrola.

Where are you headed, mister?

It's none of your concern.

You didn't buy that map in Skagway, did you?

No. That old fairy tale.

Lost cabin.

River of gold?

You're setting off too far into the spring.

Half that trail is on the river.

Well, that leaves half the trail fit for travel.

Oh, it means the ice is gonna break up

with your companions and the dogs on it.

Why don't you lay over till the spring thaw?

Save your dogs

and your companions the suffering.

And let some old prospector beat us to the gold?

I'm not a prospector.

No, thank you.

I paid a fortune for this team.

They'll pull my sled.

They're good dogs, sir. They'll pull your sled.

They'll pull your sled till they die.

Thank you.

Let's go.

CHARLES: All right, let's go.

And...

Mush!

CHARLES: You lazy mutts!

MERCEDES: I'm not so sure about those dogs.

Maybe you should've bought a different team.

CHARLES: Maybe we should feed them.

We should've stayed on the trail.

Mush!

MERCEDES: Make it stop!

CHARLES: Maybe they need a little encouragement.

HAL: Mush!

Mush!

MALE NARRATOR: For the first time,

Buck knew more than his masters.

HAL: Mush!

MALE NARRATOR: But the whip

offered him no choice.

Son of a...

HAL: Well, now,

we're going across.

Move!

I say you go.

Hal, he can't.

Move.

Don't you dare.

Hey!

That river ice is gonna break up any minute!

You fool!

That dog is trying to help you keep your life!

MERCEDES: Hal!

Why are you so keen to stop us?

You know where the gold is, don't you?

You keep your filthy hands off of my dogs.

Hal.

Hal, he said we shouldn't cross.

CHARLES: Hal, are you sure? Maybe we just leave the dogs?

HAL: I know what I'm doing.

Mush!

Mush!

Don't do this.

Not to them.

HAL: Mush!

What am I gonna do with you?

They're not here.

They're gone.

You've been sleeping for two days

in my bed.

I'll be back.

Stay. Go.

Do what you want.

Whiskey.

I want the bottle.

They're all gone!

My dogs ran off.

My fortune lost.

You called it a fairy tale.

You didn't want me finding the gold.

Easy, Buck, easy.

Buck.

Easy. HAL: Well, you all saw.

This man and I had business

and the dog went for my throat.

Probably rabid.

You leave that dog alone!

Buck, settle!

You see?

I say it gets put down here and now.

MAN: No. Come on, mister. You don't touch him!

MAN 2: No one puts any creature down.

Until we hear all the facts.

The man sucker punched me.

Buck, easy.

What might you have on that belt, friend?

MAN 3: No guns on the premises!

You okay, John Thornton?

Yeah.

I'm fine.

JOHN: What?

What are you looking at, huh?

You got something to say?

Buck!

That's not very nice.

What did you do that for?

Hey, Buck!

Buck, what...?

Buck?

Bring that back.

Now what are you gonna do, huh?

Buck? What are you doing?

Bring that back.

Buck, don't do this.

That's mine.

I need that.

Don't do this to me.

What'd you do? Where is it?

Just, would you...

Get off.

Get off.

Buck.

Darn, you're big.

This was his birthday.

My son.

After he died, his mom and I...

...we just grew apart.

She didn't wanna be around me...

I didn't wanna be around anybody.

So, I came up here.

Then I met you.

Hell.

It's around here somewhere.

Good, you're awake.

I put it...

Here it is.

Something I want to show ya.

Come here.

This is a map of the Yukon.

My son was always reading adventure stories,

and he was crazy about the news

coming out of the Yukon.

It wasn't the gold. He didn't care about that.

It was the mountains.

He spent all day looking at maps

and at pictures of the mountains.

Dreaming about what was on the other side.

Places no one had been.

Wild places.

"Let's go," I said.

He said, "Yeah, Pop."

We'd start there,

but then he grabbed a pencil

and he drew a line off the map

and he said, "But let's go there.

"Off the map. Where no one's been."

It's... It's a trip he would've loved.

A real adventure.

We could go.

You and me.

See what's out there.

What do you think?

It's a canoe, Buck. We're gonna ride in it.

Settle. Sit. Sit. Sit, Buck.

Good. Good boy.

Ha. What are you doing?

Begging?

You're not my pet.

Are you comin'?

Get in here.

JOHN: ♪ Row your boat ♪

♪ Gently down the stream ♪

♪ Merrily, merrily merrily, merrily ♪

♪ Life is but a dream ♪

Come on, Buck. Give us a song.

Maybe not.

JOHN: Whoa!

Whoa!

I'm glad you're enjoying this.

Oh, you like that, huh?

I guess we walk from here.

JOHN: Your ancestors used to roam here.

And mine.

Back when we were wild.

We come and go, don't we?

This is always here.

What?

I don't know. Which way? You tell me.

Go on. You lead.

Buck?

Ah. Look what you found.

Boy...

Look at this, Buck.

I don't think we're off all maps.

A prospector, I guess.

Trash.

Trash.

Trash.

Treasure.

This is mine. All right?

Just leave it alone. It's mine.

Good day.

It's your ancestors.

Wolves.

That's good, Buck,

but more like this, huh?

Damn fairy tale's true.

That's more like it, Buck.

Attaboy!

What? What you looking at?

Go take a look.

Go on.

Go on.

Just be back before dark!

Buck!

JOHN: Here, so far from home...

I can see a change in Buck.

Something's pulling him into the forest.

Into the hunt.

That's beautiful, Buck.

Beautiful.

He's still the same dog with me,

but I find it hard to imagine him

back in civilization.

Is there any house big enough to hold him?

This journey seems to be leading Buck to his destiny.

Where is it leading me?

Not this time.

Long after dark.

You've been staying out later and later every day.

Yeah, I know, there's a lot to explore

but world's a dangerous place.

You never know what's coming.

You never know.

Fever took Timmy in two days.

Hell.

Okay, Buck.

It's been a beautiful summer.

You know what, Buck?

I've been thinking.

I might buy myself a railroad.

Is that my hat?

That's my hat. Come on.

Give me my hat.

Give me my hat.

Give me my hat. Give me my hat.

Buck!

Buck!

Come on.

There you go.

Ooh.

Timber wolf.

Beautiful.

This is their domain.

They own these hills.

You wanna go?

Go.

Just...

...be careful.

He had been both spoiled

and he'd suffered

at the hand of man.

Now, Buck found himself

with his own kind.

How far he has traveled to find his home.

How far I have traveled from mine.

Here, look, Buck.

Groceries.

For life.

No man needs more than that.

It's time for me to go, Buck.

Go home.

Whatever's left of it.

Pick up the pieces,

or at least try.

No.

I'm not asking you to come with me, Buck.

You got something here.

Something important.

Hang onto it.

I'm leaving in the morning.

Come say bye.

You're a good dog, Buck.

You're a good dog.

You came all the way out here.

You knew something, didn't you?

Easy.

You wanted it all for yourself.

Where is it?

Where's the gold?

It's everywhere.

Take it.

Take it all.

It won't change anything.

It won't bring back the dead.

HAL: Ah.

You know this, do you?

Good.

You see it, boy?

You see it?

Good.

Buck.

Yeah.

You came back.

Wow, Buck.

What an adventure, huh?

It's okay, boy.

You're home.

JOHN: There is a place in these mountains

where a new breed of timber wolf roams...

wiser than man or wolf...

...because of the dog

that runs at the head of the pack.

Now they live without fear,

raise their young, and flourish.

Some say it's just a legend.

Not so.

You see, I knew him once

when he was just a dog at a man's side.

And even though this land is his,

every summer

when he comes down to the valley,

he remembers kind hands

and old masters.

Before he went to his own,

became his own master.

Before he heard

the call.

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