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Misty (1961)

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Misty (1961)

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I thought

no one lived

on this island.

Oh, that's only

the automatic lighthouse.

We can see it

from the farm.

Grandpa says there's

no one here but the birds

and some wild ponies.

Come on. Let's go.

Where you going?

To explore.

Now let's go.

We ought to wait

on the beach like

grandpa told us.

We got plenty of time

before he comes back.

What is it,

an old Indian bow?

Bet you I know.

Bet it's the rib

bone from the hull

of a ship

that's been wrecked

and buried here.

I'll bet you this

is a regular

graveyard for...

It's just an old

piece of wood.

Gee, you were

the one so anxious

to come here.

Now you don't

want to even

explore assateague.

Well, I'm going to.

I'm going

to look for some

wild ponies.

Paul, look!

Get down so

they won't see us.

Look at that one

ahead of the others.

Could she be

the phantom?

The one daddy

told us about?

And this must be

the pied Piper's mare.

She's just like

he described her.

Shh. Don't scare

them away.

They're going away.

They must have known

we were here.

You think it was her?

You think it really was?

I know it was her.

She's just like

daddy told us.

Remember what he

said about her?

She's the only pony

he saw on assateague

that he really wanted.

Do you suppose he knows

we just saw the phantom?

Maybe sometimes,

when they feel like it,

they could even come down

and ride on the phantom.

They could, you know,

if they wanted to.

Mother...she didn't

care for riding much.

She liked it

all right, but...

It wasn't very

important to her.

Not like it was to dad.

Oh, Paul, wouldn't it be

wonderful if we could...

I mean...

The phantom,

if we could...

Grandpa said

I could ride

on pony-penning day

with him this summer.

Fire department

wouldn't take less

than $100 for her.

But if we could earn

enough money...

hello!

It'd be almost like...

Hello!

Hi.

Hi, gramps.

When I delivered

the game warden

to count the birds,

guess what.

What?

What?

He gave me this cigar.

Well, how do you

like the island?

Well, we saw

some wild ponies

and the phantom, too.

We're sure

it was her, grandpa.

Well, it could be.

Pied Piper grazes his mares

on this side of the island.

Hey, where'd you hear

about the phantom?

Well, dad talked

about her.

He told us all

about her.

How about that now?

Bob only...

Your daddy only saw her once

when she was a yearling.

She was the first

wild pony

he really set

his mind to have.

Hasn't anybody ever

caught the phantom

on pony-penning day?

Nope.

She always outrun us,

you know?

There's one pony

has her heart set

on staying free.

Grandpa...

Is it true about

the Spanish galleon

and the wild ponies,

or is it just a legend,

like some people say?

'Course it's true.

Every one of these ponies

in these herds

are direct descendants

of those Spanish horses.

Happened right out there

on that reef

way back

in the early 1600s.

You see, the Spaniards

had to have horses

to tote the gold

out of the mines

in Peru.

The only way they could

get the critters

was to bring them across

the ocean in ships.

One of those

Spanish galleons

got herself caught

in a howling northeaster.

The wild sea just slapped

that galleon silly

and finally flung her

onto the reef there

to turn her

into kindling wood.

The only thing

we know for sure

was that when her ribs

stove in

and the whole ship

opened up

like a stepped-on

strawberry box,

her cargo of horses was

finally free of the hold

and found themselves swimming

for their lives.

So they came ashore

on assateague,

and the sweetness

of the rain-washed air

made them forget the unhappy

days they spent penned up.

Instead of musty hay,

they had the salty taste

of marsh grass...

strange to them,

but wonderful.

Best of all, nobody lived

here to hinder them none.

Nobody at all.

White men finally came

to live on chincoteague,

but they left assateague

with the ponies all alone.

Did the white men

ever try to tame

the ponies?

Oh, the pioneers

on chincoteague...

They were too busy

to fool around

with the wild,

thrashing horses.

Besides that,

the wild ones...

They ain't even worth

the gentling.

Only the youngsters.

They're the only ones

worthwhile bothering with

as far

as the gentling goes.

Remember that.

Hmm?

Tide's ebbing.

Best we be making home.

Grandpa, can I

drive the boat?

You can take turns.

Grandpa?

Yeah?

How'd pony-penning

day start?

Oh, long before my time.

It's one of the oldest

round-ups in America.

When did they start

swimming the ponies

across the channel?

That come quite

a bit later.

Kind of added fun

to the whole outing.

Grandpa, do they

only sell the foals?

Only the foals,

and some

of the yearlings.

It's like I said...

Only the youngsters

are worthwhile

bothering about

as far

as the gentling goes.

They sell the foals

and yearlings?

Yep.

How old's

the phantom?

Oh, I would say, uh...

She's about

3 years old now.

Well, supposing

somebody had

the money...

shh!

Why'd you shush

your sister?

Well, i...i did it

because...

Well, she was going to...

We kind of planned on...

shh!

You kind of

planned on what?

Oh, you!

Well,

it's a surprise.

Yeah. For grandma.

Oh, for grandma. Well...

Don't they ever

let girls ride

in the round-up?

You'll have plenty

to do, helping

prepare the food.

But I can ride

as good as Paul.

Don't you think

I can, grandpa?

Well, that has nothing

to do with it.

Womenfolk ain't allowed

to ride on the round-up.

But...

I don't want to hear

any more about it.

Go to bed, dear.

Good night, grandma.

Night, grandpa.

Good night, sleep tight,

and don't let the...

anything bite.

Some nights

it's just awful

being a girl.

Grandpa says I

can't ride with you

on pony-penning day

because womenfolk

aren't allowed.

I'll bet the phantom

wouldn't shy away

from another girl.

Maybe, because

she's a 3-year-old,

the fire department

won't even sell her.

Not even to us?

I don't know.

You hear what

grandpa said?

There weren't many

that could be gentled

after living wild so long.

I'll bet

we can do it.

Paul,

I know we can.

We're going

to have her, Maureen.

How will we

get the money?

I don't know yet,

but we're going

to own the phantom,

and that's a promise.

I finished helping

grandma with dinner.

Are these

assateague colts?

Yep...

Except they were all

foaled right here

on the farm.

Mr. Beebe, how come

those wild horses

you get in assateague

are so small?

Never seen one

over 13 hands.

How much is

a hand again?

Four inches. Shh.

They're small

for a couple of reasons...

generations of inbreeding,

and their diet isn't

what you call first class.

How much

for that one,

Mr. Beebe?

The small one.

$125.

I like that Colt

best of all.

You like them all

best of all.

Besides, it's grandpa's

business selling ponies,

and he can't

keep them forever.

Open the gate, Paul.

Might as well gone

to assateague

and captured one.

Wouldn't have been

any Wilder,

saved myself

some money.

To begin with,

those ponies belong

to our fire department.

Nobody's allowed

to just go over

and help himself

to a horse.

Anyway,

it would take more

than just one man

to pick a foal

from a wild herd.

The boss stallion

would kick you to death.

I'll have to spend

another 20 just

to get somebody

to take the fight

out of him.

You know somebody

who can break him

real quick?

If I did, I wouldn't

even speak to him.

A good trainer

won't break a foal.

He'll gentle him.

Breaking him's

the quick way,

but gentle him,

that's the sure way.

How long will

that take?

Depends upon you

and your children.

Just keep talking to him.

Horses learn to like

the sound of human voices.

After a while,

they learn to trust you.

Now...he's scared.

He'll be scared

when you get him home.

He ain't never

rode in a thing

like that before.

Be kind, be patient

with him.

After a while, he'll

be following you around

like a happy hound dog.

Tell you something.

If you're not happy

with this pony in,

say, about a month,

just haul him back here,

and I return your money.

I couldn't ask

for a better deal.

Thanks a lot,

Mr. Beebe.

Thank you.

Bye, now.

Mainlanders.

Just 'cause a horse

is a dumb animal

is no reason for

its owners to be.

Will he bring him back,

grandpa, do you think?

I don't know.

I don't know,

Paul.

Break him.

What are you doing?

Think that man

will bring him back?

Maureen...

I been thinking,

and if we're going

to buy the phantom

by pony-penning day,

we're going to have

to set a course

and hold to it.

Pony-penning day

is only in four

months, you know.

We can get odd jobs

after school,

then when school's out

for the summer,

we can really work.

Did you hear

what that man said?

He'd have to pay

20 extra dollars

for the gentling

of that Colt.

All right, now look.

Six of the mares

have a Colt apiece.

The black has

a yearling,

and the Chestnut,

a suckling.

How many do you

think grandpa will

sell by next July?

All but the suckling.

That's

what I figure.

Now, if we could

teach them some

good manners,

maybe

halter-break them,

bet you people

would pay more

money for them.

Wouldn't they?

Maybe they would.

Sure, they would.

Maybe grandpa

would pay us

the difference.

But don't tell

him why we want

the money.

Sure smells good, ida.

Don't you like it?

Yes, grandma, it's fine.

Then don't let it grow

on your plate.

Aren't you hungry, dear?

Yes, grandma.

I mean,

yes, I am.

Grandma...

Do you like

mannerly colts?

Yes, I do,

but I like mannerly

grandchildren who eat

their supper more.

What he means,

grandma,

if you came

to a pony farm

to buy a foal,

would you choose

a gentled one

or a wild one?

I can just see your

grandma crow-hopping

along on a wild pony.

Not likely

to ever see that.

'Course, I'd take

the mannerly Colt.

Would you pay

more money for it?

Well, it depends

how much more.

Well, if it was nice

and mannerly,

would you pay as much

as $10 more?

Mm-hmm,

think I would.

There, you see, grandpa?

See what?

If Maureen

and I halter-break

and gentle your colts,

could you pay us

the $10 extra you'd get

for selling them?

What for?

Must be a secret,

Clarence.

Tell you something.

I never pried a secret

out of nobody

in my whole life.

I'm not going to start

poking and prying now.

It's a deal.

Don't tell me what

the money's for

until you're ready

to spend it.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

I'm real glad

for what you did,

Clarence.

Letting them earn

some money by

gentling the colts

may help them

get over the loss

of Bob and Mary.

My land! They got

that Colt gentled

down already!

Gentled nothing.

I bet you I know why

he's eating out

of their hands.

Look, grandpa.

Look how he eats

out of my hand.

Give me the sugar.

Both of you.

Don't feed

the foal sugar.

But he loves it,

grandpa.

'Course he does,

but let me tell you

something,

and don't you

forget it.

A foal that develops

a sweet tooth

will turn

into a nipper.

Sooner or later,

he'll bite the hand

that sugared him.

I didn't know that.

Well,

you know it now.

No sugar,

understand?

Yes, grandpa.

All right, now.

Take him inside

with his mama.

Ok.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

My filly's

already a lady.

I told you.

It takes a girl

to teach a girl.

Paul...

Stop fooling around

with those foals

and get ready for school.

Yes, grandma.

Yes, grandma.

Did you

make your bed?

No.

Gee, neither did I.

Clarence, I've never

seen two youngsters go

so crazy about horses.

What did you expect?

They're beebes.

It's in their blood.

They're learning

fast, I got to say.

I know, but there

are other things just

as important to learn.

More important.

They're going

to learn them, too.

Ida,

give them some time.

They've been only here

for a few short months.

Living with us

is different for them.

Don't interfere with

my trying to teach

them their duties.

We're not going

to spoil them like

some grandparents do.

Yes, mother.

Paul, Maureen.

Yes, grandma?

Your school clothes.

Your nice school clothes.

Just look what

you've done to them.

You think I'd let you

wear dirty clothes

like that?

I just got them

a little dusty,

grandma.

Go upstairs and change.

I won't have

anybody in this town

thinking we don't

care how you look.

But first, sit down.

Both of you.

You're not on vacation

like the other times

when you came visiting.

You live here now.

It's different

than what you were

used to in Philadelphia.

You got to learn

that on a place

like this

each of us has to do

his and her share.

You think

your grandpa and I

have given you

too many chores?

No, grandma.

No, grandma.

Each have your own room,

which you're supposed

to keep tidy.

I'll make my bed

right away, grandma.

I will, too,grandma.

Keep those halters

in the tack room,

not in your bedrooms.

I'm not through.

Maureen, you forgot

to gather the eggs

last night.

I had to do it

after you went to bed.

Grandma, I'll clean

the henhouse out

when I get home

after school.

You can play

with the foals

all you like,

but not until

after your chores.

Is that clear?

Now go clean up

for school.

See? He's as gentle

as a kitten.

My boy will be

real happy with him.

It's worth

the extra money

to get a gentle one,

Mr. Beebe.

I reckon it is.

Good luck with the pony.

Thank you.

Well, I don't think

I have two 5s.

Is a 10-spot ok?

Yes, fine.

Yeah, fine.

You really

earned it.

I didn't expect

to get $100

for that pony.

The man

gave me $125

without

batting an eye.

Hey.

Gee, isn't it pretty?

I'll say.

Where are we

going to keep it?

I found this

in the barn.

It's an old tobacco pouch

of grandpa's.

He doesn't need it

anymore.

It'll hold a lot.

Where will we

keep that?

Well...

It belongs

to both of us.

It's to buy

the phantom with,

and she'll

belong to us.

That's right.

So...

I was going to keep it

in my bureau,

but if you want

to keep it

in your room,

it's all right

with me.

You keep it in here.

Which one

shall we gentle next?

Oh, I guess

the brown and white foal.

Ok. We can get

a lot done tomorrow.

It's Saturday.

I'll be glad

when school's out.

It just interferes

with everything.

You children

get to bed!

Yes, grandma!

Yes, grandma!

Gee, just think.

Only $90

left to get.

Good night,

Paul.

Good night.

Sleep well, phantom.

All the horses are there,

so he's not out riding.

Maureen, what did you

plan to do today?

Nothing

but what I told you.

We were going

to start breaking

the brown

and white filly

after finishing

our chores.

Clarence,

I'm getting worried.

Oh, ida, there's

nothing to worry about.

Paul!

Hey, Mr. Beebe!

Mr. Beebe,

brought your boat back.

Aw, don't be afraid,

girl.

I won't hurt you.

Hey, are you

Paul Beebe?

Yes, sir.

You all right?

Yes, sir.

Well, you sure

scared the pants off

your folks.

Assateague

coast guard,

this is assateague

coast guard 1.

The Beebe boy is ok.

Pick us up. Out.

Got your grandma

so sick with worry,

she almost had

to take to her bed.

I'm so upset

all I thinking of

is whaling the tar

out of you.

How do you think we felt

seeing our boat towed back?

I'm sorry, grandpa.

I didn't mean

to lose the boat.

We were scared

you were drowned.

Why did you do it,

Paul?

Answer your grandma.

Why did you go off

to assateague alone?

I don't know.

I knew it was wrong,but...

I'll promise you

something.

You ever do a trick

like that again,

you'll eat

off the mantle

for a week.

Go change your clothes

and meet me in the barn.

We'll hay the horses.

We're all late

with our chores today,

thanks to you.

I'm sorry,

grandpa.

I'm real sorry,

grandma.

Some is,

some ain't...

Akin with

the wild things.

Used to be

myself.

I used to

hear the call

of assateague...

When I was

a young one.

Now I

don't hear it.

I don't see

the beauty

no more.

Now when I

go over there,

all I do is

cuss the flies

and mosquitoes.

You sure gave

everybody a scare.

Did you see

the phantom again?

Did you

get close to her?

She's so different

from all the other horses.

It's like she knows

she's something special

or something.

What do you mean?

Well, she's

part of the herd,

and she belongs

to the pied Piper,

but yet she doesn't.

We just got

to have her, Maureen.

You've sure got

a nerve.

Why didn't you

take me with you?

Well...

I'm sorry.

Come on, girl.

See her, Mike?

See her?

You be a good girl

at your new home.

You won't have

any trouble

with her, sir.

She's real gentle.

Let's go, dear.

Thanks a lot,

Mr. Beebe.

Well, that's

the last of the foals.

Thanks, grandpa.

You earned it.

What if he says

we can't have

the phantom?

What?

Well,

she's a 3-year-old.

Grandpa said

only the young ones

could be tamed.

She can be tamed.

Paul, what if

he says no?

She can be tamed.

We won't ever

sell her.

Not for anything.

But before

we can buy her,

we got to earn

another $40.

We will.

I know we will.

Old Mr. Platt

will pay us

a good price

for these.

I can't stand them.

Eew! Don't, Paul!

Ow!

There must be

another way

to earn the money

we need.

Mr. Burton?

Need any extra

helpers here?

We need the work,

Mr. Burton.

What's the matter?

Did grandpa Beebe

fire you off the farm?

No, sir. We have

to earn some money.

We sure do need it.

We'll do anything.

I can't give you any work

counting clams,

but I'll buy

all you can dig.

Thanks,

Mr. Burton.

Thanks for me, too.

Gee, thanks,

Mr. Burton.

We really

appreciate it.

How is

your grandfolks?

Fine, thank you.

Selling many ponies

these days?

Well, no, sir.

Last Colt was sold

quite a while ago.

Nothing since then.

Would you buy

more clams from us

if we catch them?

Yup, yup. I will.

Bye, Mr. Burton.

Bye.

We're still $6.00 short.

It's only a week

until pony-penning day.

I noticed weeds

in Mrs. Chester's

garden.

Maybe she'll hire me

to hoe them.

After our chores tomorrow,

I'll go into town.

Somebody must

need something done.

Morning, Mr. Hancock.

How are you today,

Paul?

Fine, thank you, sir.

Need any help

around here,

Mr. Hancock?

Know how to carve

a decoy?

No, sir,

but I can help hammer

some lobster traps

together.

Don't need any.

Got more than I

can sell now.

How about me

sweeping up the place?

I'll do a good job.

Make everything

real neat and clean

for only $1.00.

50 cents?

A quarter?

I just got to

earn the money,

Mr. Hancock.

We need it real bad.

Is things

that tough, huh?

Yes, sir.

All right.

50 cents.

$102.

And 40 cents.

We made it.

When can we

bring her home?

The roundup's

on Wednesday,

and the sales's

on Thursday,

so Thursday,

I guess.

Paul, won't it

be wonderful?

We'll own the phantom.

When grandpa

gets home from town,

we'll talk

about renting

an empty stall.

Phantom

has got to have

a real nice stall

to live in.

How much is the rent?

I don't know.

I can do extra work

for grandpa

to pay for it.

Phantom's worth it.

Well, I guess

that's about it,

Charlie.

Corn, oats.

How much do I owe you?

Why don't I

figure it out later?

You can pay

when you come in

for feed.

Figure it out now,

and I'll pay you now.

There's no hurry

about it, Clarence.

I trust you.

I never gave you

any reason not to.

Come on.

How much do I owe you?

Clarence,

we've been friends

for a long time.

You don't have

to beat around

the bush with me.

I'm willing

to give you credit.

I don't remember

asking for it.

What bush are you

beating around?

What's the matter?

I'm doing you

a favor,

and you're

losing your temper.

I'm not losing my temper!

I'm just trying

to figure out

what's going on.

Jenkins

at the harness shop

gave me the runaround.

What's happening?

Doesn't anyone do

cash business anymore?

We heard you were

in a little trouble.

We were only

trying to help.

Trouble?

Trouble?

What kind of trouble?

Shucks, Clarence.

Any man can run short

from time to time.

Ain't nothing

to be ashamed about.

Now, who told you that?

Oh, quite a few folks.

You mean everything's

all right with you?

It was

until I heard this.

Who's spreading

this kind of talk

about me?

Why, the way

your grandchildren

been pestering

everybody for jobs,

saying how bad

they needed money,

well,

we got the idea

that you folks

was hard up.

How much do I owe you?

$18 even.

Hard up.

That Minnie Gellison?

Yeah.

She insisted I

take these things

for Maureen.

Said her daughter

had outgrown them.

What else did she say?

She didn't

come right out

with it,

but she thinks

we can't afford

to buy clothes

for Maureen

and Paul.

Clarence...

You keeping

something

from me?

Are we

in any kind

of trouble?

Them two young'uns are.

What did they do?

That's what I aim

to find out.

Maureen!

Paul!

We'll ask grandpa

about renting the stall

for phantom now.

Sit down.

Now, what exactly

have you two

been up to?

Cleaning out

the small corral.

I don't mean that.

Since school's been out,

what have you

been doing in town?

We've been working

when our chores

are done.

We've done

all sorts of work.

What did you tell

the folks

that you pestered

for these jobs?

We didn't

pester anybody.

What did you

tell them?

We only told them

we wanted work.

'Cause we had to

earn some money.

You said you had to

earn some money?

We told everybody

we needed it

real bad.

Oh. And did you

tell them

you needed it real bad

because I was broke?

No, grandpa.

You got everybody thinking

I can't even pay my bills.

You got them thinking

I can't even

put clothes on your back.

Why did you do it?

Well, we needed

the money.

For what?

Are you trying to be

the richest kids

in Virginia?

You got $60 from me

for gentling the foals.

But, grandpa,

that wasn't enough.

Enough for what?

Enough to buy

the phantom with.

The phantom?

You said

the fire department

charges $100.00

for a pony,

so we just had

to earn the rest.

We earned $102.40.

You don't need

to buy any pony.

The corral

is full of them.

Go out and ride

anytime you want.

But we want

to own one, grandpa.

We want one

that doesn't

have to be sold.

Well, then pick

one out,

and you can have it

for keeps.

It's the phantom

we want, grandpa.

We wanted her

the first time

we saw her.

Wanting her

and getting her is

two different things.

She's given

the horse laugh

to the best

roundup men

for two years.

What makes you think

she can be caught?

I'll be riding

with you this time,

grandpa.

Paul, listen to me.

The phantom's

not a horse.

The phantom's

a piece of wind

and sky.

That's why we call her

the phantom.

Grandpa, that's

why we want her

so much...

because

she's different.

If you'll rent us

one of your

empty stalls,

I'll do extra work

to pay for it.

Knowing what you want

and going after it

is a virtue.

They have more

than their share.

I'll tell you

something.

If the phantom's

caught the day

after tomorrow,

you can buy her,

and I'll give you

a stall

and feed and everything

for nothing.

They think I'm poor.

I'm the richest man

on this whole island.

That's

the black comet.

Sure is frisky,

isn't he?

He's owned

by his rider.

Young Albert Lee

brings him down

every year

to get a feel

for the track

before the race.

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

He's fast,

really fast.

Sure is. He's won

the pony-penning

day race

for the last

two years in a row.

We never seem

to give him

competition

in chincoteague.

Hi, Tom.

Hi, Paul.

Have a good time

at the roundup.

Yes, sir.

I've gathered corn,

carrots, rutabagas,

and a jar

of molasses

to whet

her appetite

when she gets here.

Be sure and lay

a clean bed of straw

for the phantom.

I will, before

grandma and I

go to town.

You ride watcheye.

Can he outrun

the phantom?

Not likely, but you

keep your mind

on the roundup.

Follow the orders

of the roundup man.

All right. Let's go.

Morning, Wylie.

Morning, boys.

Let's go aboard.

All right.

Come on, Paul.

Cast off, boys.

We're ready

to cast off.

Go ahead, Paul.

All right.

Let's go.

Get going.

All right.

Let's go, boys.

Come on, Paul.

Come on.

Bring them

up here.

Bring them up.

Line up here, Paul.

Line right up here

at the side.

All right, now

pay attention

to Mr. Mattox.

Miles, you and Jeff

ride south.

Lloyd, you and ward

ride north.

Clarence and

the grandson go east.

The rest of us

go towards the woods.

Bring all ponies

to the old pen.

What time

is low water?

About 10:00.

Get them to

the old pen about 9:30.

We'll rest them

before swimming them

across the channel.

Let's go.

All right, Paul.

Look.

Pied Piper's bunch.

Hey! Hey!

Straggler run

that way. Get him!

Gee, I didn't know

you had a baby.

Think he's lost?

I don't rightly know.

Hey, look! Phantom.

Boy, that's something

to be proud of...

bringing in

the phantom.

I don't know.

I think she sort of

brought me in.

The pied Piper's

bugle can be heard

a long way.

She wants to be

with him

especially now

that she has a foal.

Tide's out. The

current's slack.

Time to swim them

across the channel.

Let's get them

started.

Hey!

Hey!

Hey!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Hyah!

Grandpa, she's drowning.

He's in the water.

Come on, Paul.

Come on.

Come on, Paul.

Come on.

I swum

the whole way

with you, son.

You're the

most wonderful and

craziest young'un

in the whole world.

Can I get through?

Excuse me.

Paul, are you

all right?

Paul, you

were wonderful.

Is that

phantom's Colt?

It sure is.

That's misty.

How come she has

a name already?

Well, I just

called her that

on account of that's

what she looked like

when I first saw her.

All misty.

Could have talked

it over with me

before you

named her.

It is sort of

a nice name though.

Misty. I like it.

Don't be dropping

none of those

popped corns.

Hey, let's go

see misty again.

Don't be

gone long.

The race will be

starting soon.

You want a hot dog?

Yeah.

All right.

Hi, young'un.

Hi, Mr. Apscott.

How about buying

the last two chances

on a sorrel pony?

No, thanks.

Only $1.00.

How about $100 pony

for $1.00?

Isn't she beautiful?

How are we going

to get the phantom

and misty

for $102.40?

Well, how can we

buy both of them

tomorrow?

Well, I've been

thinking about it,

and we'll have to

be here at sunup

to catch

the fire chief early.

Then I'll say to him,

"Mr. Jones, sir,

we want to buy

the phantom

and her filly misty."

But we've only

got $102.40.

"We've earned $102

in less than 4 months,

and we..."

don't forget

the 40 cents.

"We can earn

another $100

in 4 more months,

"so the fire department

will get all

their money

for misty."

That's what

I'll say to him.

Maybe I'll say it

to him today...

If I see him.

Well, can you think

of anything better?

She sure picked

an awful time

to have misty.

Let's go find

Mr. Jones now.

Think Lucy Lee's

got a chance?

How about peaches?

Can she beat

black comet?

Well, they'll

make a race of it.

I'll be seeing you.

Hello, Paul.

Maureen.

Hello, Mr. Jones.

You having

a good time?

We know the pony sale

isn't until tomorrow.

I got to get

over there.

I'll see you later.

Mr. Jones, Paul

and I want to buy

the phantom!

Let's go see

the race.

The race is 1/2 mile.

Riding black comet

is his owner,

12-year-old Allen Lee.

Riding patches is

11-year-old Denny Colton.

Upon Lucy Lee is

12-year-old Benson Hamlin.

And they're off!

Come on, Denny!

Go! Go!

Come on, Denny!

Come on!

Come on, patches!

Next year

the phantom's going

to be in this race.

Next year

she's going to win.

You'll see.

Come on. Let's

go find Mr. Jones.

Paul, look.

Well, we'll just

have to get here

early in the morning

and talk

to Mr. Jones then.

Gee, I can

hardly wait.

First we'll have to

find Mr. Jones

and settle it

with him.

Grandpa said

he'd be around

the Colt pen.

There he is.

Come on.

Misty's wearing

a sold tag.

Does that mean

the phantom's

been sold, too?

Misty's wearing

a sold rope.

Who?

Misty's phantom's

Colt, sir.

We've been saving

to buy the phantom.

We want

both of them.

We earned $102.40

in 4 months.

We could earn

$100 more

if you'd trust us.

We'll hunt clams

and crabs

if you'll let us.

I know we can earn

the money.

We didn't know

the phantom

would have a foal.

Why didn't

you tell me?

We tried to yesterday.

Sorry, I didn't know

you wanted them.

Come on over here

and sit down.

Last night, this man

by the name of

Mr. Foster

looked me up.

He's got business

and couldn't be here

for the sale.

He and his boy

took a fancy

to that foal.

He bought misty

last night?

Well, he put

$50 down.

I told him the foal

was too young

to be separated

from his mother.

He's taking

the phantom, too?

Picking them

both up

when he drives

back through here

on Saturday.

If you'd only

told me before.

It wouldn't be right

if I went back

on that deal

I made with

Mr. Foster.

I'm sorry, Paul.

Maureen.

Real sorry.

Gramps!

What's the matter

with you two?

They...they sold the phantom

and misty last night.

That old man's going to

take them away Saturday.

Want to see

something?

How do you like that

for a horse family?

They're

the best yearlings

of the whole lot,

and the prettiest,

too, if you ask me.

A long time ago,

when I was

about your age,

I had my heart set

on a spaniel pup.

Before I’d

saved the money

to get him,

the man sold him

to somebody else.

I felt so bad,

I thought I'd never

get over it,

but you know

something?

My daddy bought me

another dog,

and before

I knowed it,

I couldn't remember

what that spaniel

looked like.

You want to stay

and watch them

drive the ponies

back through town

for their swim back

to assateague?

It's the same

as before, isn't it?

Yep,

but they go

in the other

direction.

We got chores

to do at home,

grandpa.

Ladies and gentlemen,

all the foals and yearlings

have been sold.

We are now ready

to swim the mares

and stallions

back to assateague.

Hyah! Hyah!

Tomorrow's Saturday.

I don't need you

to remind me.

If only I hadn't gone

on that darn roundup.

I should have

gone right up

to Mr. Jones,

race or no race.

We both should have.

We should have

told him then.

What'll we do

with the money?

Maybe we can buy

an electric toaster

for grandma and grandpa

and save the rest

to go to college

on the mainland

when we get older.

All right.

Shall we do it

tomorrow?

Might as well.

Paul?

Maureen,

I don't want to talk

any more about it.

Paul!

Maureen!

Will y'all

come here a minute?

Come over here a minute.

Mr. Foster

has a problem here,

and I thought you might

be able to help him out.

The other day,

Mr. Foster and his son

bought them

a mare and a foal.

A mare

and a foal?

On the way out,

they took a chance on that

sorrel pony in the raffle.

They won the raffle,

and now Tommy says

he likes the sorrel pony

better than he does

the foal.

Better than misty?

Yep.

Now, this presents

a real problem

to Mr. Foster.

He don't want

to go back on his word,

'cause he already

put up the money,

and we were wondering

if you knew someone

who could take them

off his hands

for, uh, maybe $100?

For both?

Yep. I'll take $100

for the lot.

Mr. Foster,

you got yourself

a deal.

It makes me sad,

the way she keeps

looking off at assateague.

She's just not used

to civilization yet.

Will she ever be?

Of course.

She just needs time,

that's all.

You like?

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

Come on.

She's learning.

Mm-hmm.

Easy now, girl.

We'll be finished soon.

Just keep going.

She even lets me

brush her now.

Oh, any critter

would learn to like that.

You got her,

but you ain't

gentled her yet,

not by a long shot.

That settles it.

I'm getting a bronc buster

to break that phantom.

No, grandpa.

I told you

in the beginning

only yearlings like misty

are worth fooling with.

But she didn't

hurt me, grandpa.

I just fell down,

honest.

She'll get used

to a lead rope.

I'm willing to pay

for the bronc buster.

But you said it was wrong

to break a pony.

Yeah, you said

breaking a pony

was the fast way

and gentling

was the sure way.

We want

to gentle her,

not break her.

Ohh!

Stop pestering me.

I'll keep the phantom

busy with an apple

while you place this

girth around her.

Grandpa says she won't

mind it after she

gets used to it.

You can't come

this time, misty.

You can't come.

Stay there, misty.

Why are you

so surprised

at his gentling

the phantom?

You're the one

who said it.

Said what?

That he was kin

with the wild things.

Grandpa?

Huh?

We just can't

get the phantom

to take a bit

in her mouth.

Well, uh...

Ain't she

traveling right?

Yeah, we lean the way

we want her to go

and lay the rope

against her neck.

Well, what more

do you want?

It's ok?

Of course.

The phantom

will probably

be happier

never knowing

a metal bit.

Why ask

a question

like that?

Well...

We were worried

that you'd

be ashamed of us

if we didn't do

the right job

on our own pony.

Ashamed?

Why, I'm so proud,

I'm almost busting.

Name me two other kids

that ever gentled

a 3-year-old wild pony?

Misty sure

is happy here.

Yeah, but I wonder

if the phantom

is happy, too.

Did you see her

when I rode down

to the point today?

Her hoofs

were hardly

touching the ground.

I know she's happy

when she runs, but...

then we'll have

to run her

all the time.

She's not

very happy here.

It's cold out there.

Grandpa, there's an old

kerosene heater in the barn.

May we have it to put

in the phantom's stall?

What for?

To keep her

and misty warm.

They must be

freezing out there.

Compared to the winters

she's spent on assateague

without so much as

a roof over her head,

this is

a regular vacation.

Yeah,

but what about misty?

This is

her first winter.

Her ma

will take care of her.

She won't suffer none.

They're all right,

don't worry.

But you're going

to catch your death

if you keep walking around

in bare feet.

Up with you.

Merry Christmas.

And a happy new year.

They just love popcorn.

Me, too.

A sure sign

of spring.

Mm-hmm.

Friendly or not friendly,

I will not have you

in my kitchen.

You get out of here

and stay out.

Will one of you please

teach this pesky creature

she's a filly

and not a human?

Honestly!

Hi, Paul.

Hi, Denny.

How's patches?

Fine.

How's the phantom?

Fine.

I heard she runs

pretty good.

Are you going

to enter her

in the race

next

pony-penning day?

We haven't been

invited to yet,

but I'm hoping to be.

Patches nearly beat

the black comet

last year.

Race you to those

clump of trees.

Ok, then. Let's go.

All right.

Hyah! Hyah!

Hyah! Hyah!

Boy, I'll say

she can ride!

She might even

be able to beat

the black comet.

I think she can.

Just because

the phantom

beat patches

in the Meadow

don't mean anything.

It means she's faster

than the pony

that come closest

to beating

the black comet

last year.

Can't you hold still?

The boy said

the phantom didn't

just beat patches,

she beat the

britches off him.

I wouldn't bet on her.

Who's asking you to?

However fast her speed,

the black comet's

got the experience.

Since when

don't it matter

how much speed

a pony's got

in a race?

Jeb, I think

you nicked me.

The way you're jerking,

you're lucky I didn't

cut you to the bone.

You entered the phantom

in the race this year,

Clarence?

It's not

for me to say.

That pony belongs

to my grandchildren.

All right, Jeb.

Get on with it.

Oh, watch how

he's plum tuckered out.

I think he's mad

about the phantom

beating him so many times.

Bet I could beat patches

even worse than you did.

What makes you

think that?

Because

I weigh less

and the phantom

runs even faster

with me riding her.

Paul!

Maureen!

Come here.

You have a visitor.

Hello, Paul. Maureen.

Mr. Jones.

Hello, Mr. Jones.

I hear you own a pony

that might bring

the racing championship

back to chincoteague.

The volunteer fire department

would be honored

if you'd enter

the phantom

next pony-penning day.

Will you do it?

We...

yes, sir...

we were hoping

you'd ask.

It's settled.

It'll be the phantom

against the black comet.

It hasn't

been decided yet

about the other

chincoteague pony.

It might be patches

or Wyle Mattox' firefly.

Are there any rules

about who can ride?

Only that an owner

or owner's child must ride.

We don't allow

professional jockeys.

Nobody over 16 years old.

Are girls allowed?

We never had

a girl rider before,

but there's

no rule against it.

You eat every bite

of that now.

I want you

in good condition

for the race.

After school,

I'll take you

running on the beach.

I'll ride her

after school today.

It's my turn.

It's not just

riding her.

You got to put her

in special condition.

I know as much

about it as you.

3 miles.

Start at a slow jog,

trot her,

then ask for

a burst of speed.

And slow jog her

all the way home.

Grandpa told me

about it, too.

It's the pied Piper again.

I'd know his call

anywhere.

Clarence?

Huh?

What's wrong between

Paul and Maureen?

I know something's

going on.

He comes in,

she goes out.

She goes in,

he comes out.

They just

rode off together

on the phantom

and still acted

like they were on

separate ponies.

We got to settle it

sometime,

so let's

settle it now.

It's settled to me.

Girls just don't

ride in races!

Chief Jones

says there's no

rule against it.

I don't care!

It's not right!

It's not fitting!

I ride as good as you.

That doesn't matter.

Phantom's as much

mine as yours.

All right then,

we'll flip for it.

Two out of

three times.

I don't care if it's

five out of five.

Listen here,

Paul Beebe,

you rode

in the roundup

'cause girls

aren't allowed,

so I get to ride

in the race.

It's only fair.

I guess

that's right.

Ok.

You really mean it?

You really and truly

mean I can?

If you want it

that way.

Don't worry.

The phantom

and I will win.

I know. I promise.

Don't do that.

Hey, isn't that

the black comet?

Hi.

Hello.

That's the black

comet, isn't it?

Fast as a comet, too.

We saw her win

the race last year.

She sure is fast.

My name's

Paul Beebe.

This is

my sister Maureen.

This is the phantom

and misty, her Colt.

That's the phantom?

Yeah, and she's faster

than your old horse.

Yeah?

Yeah.

How'd you like

to prove it?

Just wait till the race.

You'll find out.

I'll tell you

what I'll do.

I'll race you

right now.

Go ahead and get on.

You do it.

You call it.

If you think your nag

can last that long,

we'll race to

that sand dune

and back to here.

You can even let

your sister say go.

On your Mark...

Get set...

Go!

Come on, Paul!

Come on, Paul!

You beat him!

You beat

the black comet!

Come on.

Let's get home

and tell grandpa.

I'm willing

to put my money

where my mouth is.

Which one of you think

the black comet

is going

to win the next race?

You're wasting your time.

Everybody's betting

on the phantom now.

Only money on the comet

is over on the mainland.

Come on, Clarence.

I got to get

some bets down.

I know.

We have to get started

if you're going

to drive all the way

to the mainland.

Yes, sir,

ladies and gentlemen,

step up and see

the little mare

who's going to

bring the championship

back to chincoteague.

Hard to believe,

isn't it?

Hard to believe?

They're beebes,

aren't they?

Stop it! Stop it!

Oh, hold on there,

Maureen.

Can't you see

what she's doing?

She's kicking her.

She's kicking her foal.

I know it looks like

that mare's kicking

her baby away,

like she doesn't

love her anymore.

It's not

like that at all.

She's

proving her love,

showing it

the hardest way

you can,

by letting go.

Sure, she'd like to

have her foal depend

on her always,

but she knows that

that time is over,

that the time for

letting go has come.

Come on. Let's go in.

Come on.

Grandpa says

there's never been

so much betting

as there is this year.

The race isn't

for two months yet.

This will be the first

time in three years

since chincoteague

ever had a winning pony.

How much

does a winner get?

Hmm?

How much

does a winner get?

$12, I guess.

Gee...

I wish I could make

the phantom feel happier.

She was happy when she

beat the black comet.

Yeah, but she

can't race all the time.

She didn't finish all

her oats last night.

It's the pied Piper.

We got to let her

go back, Maureen.

Let her go back

to assateague

where she belongs.

All right.

Go.

Go on back!

Go on!

Go home!

You hear me?

Go back where you belong!

Yes, it's him.

The pied Piper's

waiting for you!

Now go on!

You, too, misty.

Go on back with her.

You belong there...

Both of you.

I'm sorry

about all the people

who made bets on her.

They won't lose anything.

We had to do it,

Maureen.

I couldn't stand seeing

the phantom so unhappy.

Grandpa will understand.

Guess she was just

a phantom after all.

Never stopped belonging

to assateague

and the pied Piper.