Lassie (2005) - full transcript
Life is hard for Yorkshire miner's son Joe Carraclough, who is beaten at school by a his teacher, his only consolation is his collie Lassie. It gets worse: when the mine is decommissioned, his father, Sam, is forced to sell the dog to the duke, who owns the local estate. The Duke's servant, Hynes, scares the dog, who keeps running back, so the Carracloughs have to keep returning her, until the Duke moves to the Scottish Highlands for the holiday season. Lassie escapes, embarking on a desperate journey home, with daunting Glasgow dogcatchers and taken in by a circus performer. It looks like a miracle is needed, by Christmas.
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[soft string music]
*
[music crescendos]
[drum beating]
[adventure music]
*
[dogs barking]
[horn blaring]
- IT'S MAKING FOR
THE VILLAGE.
IF WE'RE QUICK, WE CAN HEAD
THE BUGGER OFF.
- IT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR,
ALL THOSE HOUNDS AND
JUST ONE FOX.
- IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE FAIR.
COME ON, OR WE'LL LOSE THEM.
- YOUR GRACE, DOCTOR SAID
YOU WEREN'T TO
EXERT YOURSELF.
- ARE YOU A STUDENT OF
MEDICINE, WATSON?
- NO, YOUR GRACE. I'M
A CHAUFFEUR.
- THEN LET'S STICK TO WHAT
WE KNOW, SHALL WE?
- WELL, THEN PERHAPS YOU
SHOULD LET ME DRIVE.
- HE'S RIGHT, GRANDPA.
THE DOCTOR SAID THAT
YOU SHOULD--
- FRESH AIR AND
LIGHT EXERCISE.
THAT WAS THE DOCTOR'S
ADVICE, AND I'M TAKING IT.
- COME ON, WILLIAM.
[dogs barking]
- DOESN'T THIS THING
GO ANY FASTER?
- THAT'S MY GIRL. HANG ON!
[dogs barking in
the distance]
[car horn beeps]
[hunting horn blares]
[barks]
[dogs whining and barking]
[low growl]
[panting]
[whimpers]
[dogs bark]
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
COME ON, POMFRET!
MUSHROOM! HEY, COME ON!
WOULD YOU MIND CONTROLLING
THESE ANIMALS, SARAH
CARRACLOUGH?
- IT MIGHT HELP US ALL IF
YOU'D MIND YOUR OWN,
EDWARD HYNES.
COME ON, LASS.
[women laugh]
- WHO THREW THIS, HEY?
WHO THREW THIS?
I'LL HAVE THE POLICE ON YOU.
DO YOU HEAR ME? I'LL
HAVE THE POLICE!
RUDDY RABBLE.
COME ON, POMFRET. OUT OF IT!
THE, UH--THE PACK ARE IN A
BIT OF A TANGLE.
I'M JUST GETTING IT SORTED,
YOUR GRACE.
- NEVER MIND THE HOUNDS.
DID ANYONE SEE WHICH WAY
THE DAMN FOX WENT?
- TOWARDS THE MINE,
THEY SAY.
- WELL, WHAT ARE YOU
WAITING FOR?
- WELL, I-- - THIS IS A FOX
HUNT, ISN'T IT?
- YES, YOUR GRACE.
A FOX HUNT.
RIGHT.
[machine whirring
and clanking]
[dogs barking]
- COME ON, OPEN THESE
BLOODY GATES!
HEY? COME ON, YOU
LAZY SWINE!
OPEN THESE GATES.
ALL RIGHT, COME ON, BOYS.
COME ON! COME ON!
- YOUR GRACE, YOU CAN'T
COME THROUGH.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
THERE ARE MEN
WORKING DOWN THERE.
- THEY MAY BE DOWN THERE,
MR. PATTERSON,
BUT THEY'RE NOT WORKING.
WE BOTH KNOW THE
SEAM'S EXHAUSTED.
NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY.
[toots horn]
- THERE'S STILL COAL DOWN
THERE. I'M SURE OF IT.
- WHAT THE BLOODY
HELL WAS THAT?
- A FOX, I RECKON.
- WELL, WHAT'S IT
DOING DOWN HERE?
[dogs barking in distance]
- SHH! LISTEN UP.
SO...
ARE WE GOING TO LET
THEM CATCH IT?
- HOW CAN WE STOP THEM?
- IT'S JUST A MATTER OF
PUTTING THEM OFF THE SCENT.
DON'T YOU THINK?
- YOU DAFT BUGGER.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY MAKE
OF THAT, THEN.
- [howls]
[dogs whining and howling]
- GOES 7, REMAINDER 4,
WHICH GIVES US 8 INTO 40.
ANYBODY?
JOE CARRACLOUGH.
- YES, MISS?
- WHAT DID I JUST ASK?
- A QUESTION, MISS.
[laughter] - STAND UP.
AND WHAT QUESTION WAS THAT,
CARRACLOUGH.
DON'T TRY AND GET THE ANSWER
FROM SOMEBODY ELSE!
WELL?
- DIDN'T HEAR, MISS.
- COME HERE.
LEFT.
UP!
RIGHT.
THREE MORE FOR
ANSWERING BACK.
- BUT, MISS, I DIDN'T.
- ARE YOU ASKING FOR
ANOTHER THREE?
- NO, MISS.
BACK.
NOW 8 INTO 40.
QUICKLY, ANYBODY.
YES.
[whimpers]
- IS IT TIME, LASS?
[dog barking]
- I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
IF THEY DON'T WANT TO EAT
IT, WHY DO THEY WANT
TO CATCH IT?
- SPORT, MY DEAR.
FOR THE SPORT.
THEY LOVE IT.
- BUT THEY DON'T
LOOK VERY HAPPY.
- THEY DON'T LIKE TO LOSE.
NEITHER DO I.
- SHE DOES. - WHAT?
- LOOK HAPPY.
SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T SHE?
- YOU'VE GOT A GOOD EYE.
YOU'VE GOT MY GOOD EYE.
HYNES?
HYNES!
LET'S SEE IF WE CAN'T CATCH
SOMETHING TODAY.
[bell ringing]
[handbell dinging]
[Lassie barks]
- IT'S ALL RIGHT, LASS.
THEY'RE NOT HURTING
SO MUCH NOW.
COME ON.
LET'S GO HOME.
- SNAP! - BLAST!
- YOU'RE NOT CONCENTRATING.
YOU CAN'T PLAY SNAP IF YOU
DON'T CONCENTRATE.
- I SUPPOSE IT'S DULL
FOR YOU HERE
AFTER THE
EXCITEMENT OF LONDON.
- DADDY SAYS LONDON
ISN'T SAFE ANYMORE
'CAUSE THERE'S GOING
TO BE A WAR.
- NONSENSE.
SNAP! NOW WE'LL SEE WHO'S
CONCENTRATING.
- DADDY SAYS EVERYBODY HAS
THEIR HEADS IN THE SAND.
- ARE YOU CONTRADICTING ME?
- YES, GRANDPA.
- YOU DARE SAY YES,
YOU IMPERTINENT
LITTLE SCALLYWAG.
- IF I SAID NO,
THAT WOULD BE
ANOTHER CONTRADICTION,
WOULDN'T IT?
both: SNAP!
- THAT'S A DRAW, SO THEY ALL
GO INTO THE POOL.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- WE BOTH SAID "SNAP"
TOGETHER, SO THAT'S A DRAW.
NOW IF YOU GET A 7,
YOU HAVE TO SAY "SNAP POOL"
INSTEAD OF "SNAP."
- [exhales]
WHO INVENTED THIS
IDIOTIC GAME?
- YOU DID.
[dogs barking ferociously]
- SKIPPER. BOATSWAIN.
WELL?
- HE WOULDN'T SELL,
YOUR GRACE.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
HOW FAR DID YOU GO?
- 15.
- HE WOULDN'T SELL
FOR 15 POUNDS?
- CARRACLOUGH SAID THE DOG
WASN'T HIS TO SELL.
PROBABLY STOLE THE DAMN
THING IN THE FIRST PLACE,
IF YOU ASK ME.
- WELL, WE'LL SEE
ABOUT THAT.
SNAP!
THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING,
DIDN'T YOU?
MY WIN, I THINK.
- WE DON'T NEED HIS MONEY.
- NOT TODAY, PERHAPS.
BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER?
THREE HUNDREDWEIGHT WE
BROUGHT UP TODAY,
AND WE WORKED A
DOUBLE SHIFT.
THE SEAM'S DEAD.
EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.
- THEY'LL FIND ANOTHER SEAM.
- YOU CAN'T FIND SOMETHING
YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR.
AND NO ONE'S LOOKING,
NOT ANYMORE.
[stair creaks]
[door opens]
- COME ON, LASS.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT
SUPPOSED TO BE UP HERE.
GOOD NIGHT.
- MUM?
- JOE.
- WHAT DID THAT MAN WANT?
- NOTHING TO BOTHER
YOURSELF WITH.
NOW, COME ON. GO TO SLEEP.
- DAD WOULDN'T SELL HER,
THOUGH, WOULD HE?
- THOSE BIG EARS OF YOURS
ARE GOING TO GET YOU INTO
TROUBLE ONE DAY.
- BUT HE CAN'T.
LASSIE'S MY DOG.
- SHE'S OUR DOG.
AND WE'RE NOT SELLING.
- LOVE YOU.
- I WANT EIGHT MEN
ROUND THE BACK.
- YES, SIR.
- GIVE ME A STRAIGHT
LINE FOR THE GATE.
[mine whistle blows]
- SARAH, QUICK.
GET YOUR COAT.
- IS SOMEONE HURT?
- IT'S WORSE THAN THAT.
[whistle blows]
- WELL, WHAT'S THIS,
JOHN FORDHAM?
ARE WE NOT TO BE ALLOWED IN
TO SEE OUR MEN?
- YOU'LL SOON BE COMPLAINING
YOU SEE TOO MUCH OF THEM.
- HERE THEY COME. LOOK.
[gates clank]
- COME ON. GET BACK.
BACK, PLEASE.
COME ON. MOVE BACK.
- WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S
HAPPENING, MA?
- CLOSING THE MINE DOWN,
JOE.
THEY SAID THERE'S NOT
ENOUGH COAL.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER? DOES
HE NOT SEE US?
- NO, HE SEES US, JOE.
HE SEES US.
COME ON.
- THANK YOU, PATTINSON.
- DAISY, MY DEAR.
YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED.
- CHARLIE SENDS HIS LOVE.
HIS COMMISSION JUST
CAME THROUGH,
AND HE'S HAD TO REPORT
TO SOME BARRACKS
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.
WHERE IS SHE? - JUST
GONE UPSTAIRS.
- OH, DO YOU MIND IF I--
- OF COURSE NOT.
I DIDN'T TELL HER YOU
WERE COMING,
JUST IN CASE.
NOTHING ARRIVES ON
TIME THESE DAYS.
- WHY COULDN'T DADDY COME?
- BECAUSE HE'S A
SOLDIER NOW, DARLING.
HE HAS TO DO WHAT HE'S TOLD.
- GRANDPA SAYS THERE ISN'T
GOING TO BE A WAR.
HE SAYS EVERYBODY'S JUST
PLAYING SILLY GAMES.
- WELL, LET'S HOPE
HE'S RIGHT.
NOW HOP INTO BED, AND I'LL
READ YOU A STORY.
OH, I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.
- THEN WHY DON'T YOU TAKE
ME BACK WITH YOU?
- I CAN'T.
NOT YET, ANYWAY.
DON'T KNOW WHERE DADDY'S
GOING TO BE POSTED.
IT'S ALL VERY LAST-MINUTE.
THEY VERY NEARLY WOULDN'T
LET HIM JOIN UP AT ALL.
- I WISH THEY HADN'T.
- I KNOW, MY DARLING.
SO DO I.
- IT'S NOT JUST ME,
YOU KNOW.
THERE'S OTHERS
TALKING THE SAME.
- AND WHAT GOOD
WILL IT DO US
IF YOU GO AND GET
YOURSELF KILLED?
- WHAT ELSE AM I
SUPPOSED TO THINK OF?
I WALKED MY FEET OFF
FOR 20 MILES IN
EVERY DIRECTION.
THERE'S NOTHING IN THE
WHOLE COUNTY.
- [whispers] LASS.
LASSIE.
- I KNOW WE CAN'T.
IT'S NOT FAIR ON THE BOY.
[indistinct conversation]
- AND HOW AM I EXPECTED TO
PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE?
- WE'LL FIND A WAY.
- THERE'S A MR. CARRACLOUGH
AT THE DOOR, YOUR GRACE.
SHALL I SEND HIM AWAY?
- NO, NO, I WAS
EXPECTING HIM.
I'LL SEE HIM IN THE STUDY.
[door closes]
- DO YOU HAVE TO GO TODAY?
- YES, DARLING. I'M SORRY.
BUT I'LL BE BACK AS SOON AS
DADDY'S SETTLED.
WE HAVE TO FIND YOU
A NEW SCHOOL.
- WHY CAN'T I STAY AT
MY OLD SCHOOL?
- BECAUSE, DARLING,
LONDON'S NOT SAFE.
I'M SURE WE'LL FIND YOU
SOMEWHERE NICE.
[school bell ringing]
BE BRAVE, DARLING.
I'LL BE BACK BEFORE
YOU KNOW IT.
- SAY HELLO TO
CHARLES FOR ME.
TELL HIM I STILL THINK HE'S
A BLITHERING IDIOT.
- I'LL TELL HIM.
LOOK AFTER HER FOR ME.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT US.
YOUNG LADY?
I'VE GOT SOMETHING
TO SHOW YOU.
SOMEONE, I SHOULD SAY.
- WHERE'S LASSIE?
SHE WASN'T AT SCHOOL.
I THINK SOMETHING'S
HAPPENED TO HER.
HAVE YOU SEEN HER?
- SOMEONE HAS TO TELL HIM.
- ISN'T SHE SOMETHING?
- I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY
WANTED TO KEEP HER.
- WELL, THEY CHANGED THEIR
MIND, DIDN'T THEY?
COULDN'T GET RID OF
HER FAST ENOUGH
ONCE THE SUBJECT OF MONEY
WAS MENTIONED.
- SHE DOESN'T LOOK VERY
HAPPY ABOUT IT.
- NONSENSE.
WHERE IS THAT DRATTED
FELLOW HIDING?
HYNES!
- JUST COMING.
YES, SIR.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH THIS DOG?
- UM, MATTER, YOUR GRACE?
- LOOK AT HER, MAN.
- WELL, YOU MEAN HER NOT
TAKING HER FOOD AND THAT?
USED TO TABLE SCRAPS AND ALL
SORTS, I SHOULD SAY.
THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW
TO HANDLE DOGS
DOWN IN THAT VILLAGE.
DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY
LITTLE HEAD ABOUT IT, MISS.
I'LL HAVE HER EATING
KENNEL-STYLE IN A DAY OR SO.
- WHAT'S HER NAME?
- THEY NEVER BOTHERED
TO GIVE HER ONE.
CALLED HER "LASS"
OR "LASSIE."
IT JUST MEANS "GIRL."
NO FEELING FOR ANIMALS,
IN MY EXPERIENCE.
- DON'T WORRY; WE'LL GIVE
HER A PROPER NAME.
- I LIKE THE ONE SHE'S GOT.
LASSIE?
SEE? SHE KNOWS IT'S HER.
- COME ON.
YOU CAN COME BACK AND
SEE HER LATER.
- WHY CAN'T WE TAKE HER UP
TO THE HOUSE WITH US?
- WHEN SHE'S SETTLED.
LET HER GET USED
TO US FIRST.
- I'LL SEE YOU EAT
IF I HAVE TO PUSH YOUR
BLOODY FOOD DOWN
YOUR THROAT.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT ME.
I'M IN CHARGE NOW.
[bell ringing]
[whimpers]
- GOOD BOY.
THANKS, PETERS.
LASSIE, I'VE GOT TO GO AND
HAVE A BATH BEFORE TEA,
BUT I'LL BE BACK
STRAIGHT AFTER.
I PROMISE.
[whimpers]
[barks]
children: 5 SEVENS ARE 35.
6 SEVENS ARE 42.
7 SEVENS ARE 49.
8 SEVENS ARE 56.
9 SEVENS ARE 63.
[whimpering]
[handbell rings]
- LASSIE!
LASSIE.
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?
COME ON. I'LL TAKE YOU HOME.
- GET IN THERE!
AND I DON'T WANT ANY MORE OF
YOUR TRICKS, YOUNG MAN.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
- YOU CAN'T BLAME THE BOY.
IT'S NOT HIS FAULT
YOU CAN'T LOOK AFTER
YOUR OWN PROPERTY.
- HEY, YOU'VE NO CAUSE
TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT,
SAM CARRACLOUGH.
I KNOW YOU'VE
TRAINED IT TO RUN.
BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN,
MAKE NO MISTAKE.
[dog growls and barks]
[sheep bleating]
WILL YOU GET THEM
OUT OF THE WAY?
COME ON!
OI!
[horn beeps]
OI!
SOMEBODY STOP HER!
- WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
- IT'S YOUR DOG. SHE
RAN AWAY AGAIN.
- AGAIN?
- I'LL DEAL WITH THIS,
YOUR GRACE.
- I BROUGHT MY LAD WITH ME
TO PEN HER UP THIS TIME.
THIS'LL BE THE LAST TIME.
- IT HAD BETTER BE.
CILLA?
- COMING, GRANDPA.
- LET THE BOY DO IT.
IT'S HIM SHE RUNS FOR.
GO ON, LAD.
GET IT OVER WITH.
- STAY HERE AND BIDE HAPPY,
LASS.
AND DON'T COME HOME NO MORE.
YOU'RE A BAD DOG, AND WE
DON'T LOVE YOU NO MORE.
SO STAY HERE AND
LEAVE US BE.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
BAD DOG.
- SHE ISN'T HAPPY HERE.
THAT'S WHY SHE RUNS.
- COURSE SHE'S HAPPY.
SHE RUNS BECAUSE THEY'VE
TRAINED HER TO DO IT.
THEN THEY CAN STEAL HER BACK
AND SELL HER TO
SOMEBODY ELSE.
BLOODY YORKSHIREMEN.
THEY'RE NOTHING BUT THIEVING
VAGABONDS, SCUM.
- IF THEY WANTED
TO STEAL HER,
WHY DID THEY BRING HER
BACK THEMSELVES?
- WELL, BECAUSE THEY'RE
ALWAYS UP TO TRICKS,
AREN'T THEY?
BUT WE'RE TOO SMART FOR 'EM.
[Lassie barks] HEY!
DON'T TRY THAT WITH ME,
YOU LITTLE BEGGAR.
YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER,
MISS.
SHE'D BITE YOU AS SOON
AS LOOK AT YOU,
IF I KNOWS DOGS.
- YOU JUST WANT TO GO HOME,
DON'T YOU?
WELL, THAT MAKES TWO OF US.
SO DO I.
[footsteps]
- [chuckles] DON'T EVEN
THINK ABOUT IT.
YOU'LL NOT GET UNDER THAT.
IT'S BURIED TOO DEEP.
WE'RE GOING ON A NICE TRIP
TOGETHER TOMORROW,
AND IT'LL BE GOOD-BYE TO
YORKSHIRE FOR YOU, MY GIRL.
[chuckles]
[suspenseful music]
[barking]
*
GET OUT OF THE WAY,
YOU IDIOT!
[pounding at door]
WHERE IS SHE, EH?
I SAY, WHERE THE
BLOODY HELL IS SHE?
- WELL, SHE'S NOT HERE.
- WHERE'S JOE?
- I DON'T KNOW. HE'S
NOT BACK YET.
- HE WON'T HAVE GOT FAR.
I'LL FIND HIM.
- I'LL COME WITH YOU.
WE DON'T WANT ANY MORE
FUNNY BUSINESS.
- JUST GO RIGHT HOME, MR.
HYNES.
YOUR DOG'LL BE BACK TO YOU
JUST AS SOON AS I FIND HER.
- YEAH, WELL, SHE BETTER BE.
THE DUKE'S GOING TO
SCOTLAND TOMORROW,
AND HE'S TAKING THE
DOG WITH HIM.
- JOE?
YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS RIGHT BY
STEALING HER BACK.
- IT'S NOT STEALING WHEN SHE
COMES BY HERSELF.
- IT IS IF WE KEEP HER.
SHE DON'T BELONG TO US, JOE,
NOT ANYMORE.
COME ON.
LASS.
- SHE'LL COME BACK AGAIN,
YOU KNOW.
THEY'LL NOT KEEP HER CAGED.
- NOT THIS TIME, SHE WON'T.
- SHE WILL.
- THEY'RE TAKING HER AWAY
TOMORROW, TO SCOTLAND.
- WHERE'S THAT?
- LONG, LONG WAY, JOE,
MUCH FARTHER THAN
YOU'LL EVER TRAVEL
EVEN IF YOU LIVE TO BE 100.
SO LET IT GO, EH?
MAYBE WHEN TIMES ARE BETTER,
WE'LL GET ANOTHER DOG.
- I DON'T WANT ANOTHER DOG,
DO I?
I NEVER WANT ANOTHER DOG.
- YEAH, YEAH, I'M IN,
ALL RIGHT.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.
HEY, HEY, KEEP YOUR HANDS
WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM.
HERE. LET ME HELP YOU.
[bagpipes playing
Scotland the Brave]
*
- OH. SHE BRUSHES UP NICELY.
GOOD POSTURE.
GREAT ENERGY.
A LITTLE LACKING IN
CONFIDENCE, PERHAPS.
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY MAKE OF
EACH OTHER. COME ON.
SHE COULD BE JUST WHAT WE'VE
BEEN LOOKING FOR.
- GOOD MORNING, GRANDFATHER.
- MORNING, CILLA.
- GOOD MORNING, LASSIE.
- CAREFUL, NOW, MISS.
SHE'S A NASTY TEMPER ON HER.
- NO, SHE HASN'T.
- WHAT DO YOU THINK,
HEY HEY?
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HER,
BOY?
[barks]
- LOOK, SHE'S SAYING HELLO.
- BEST KEEP 'EM APART TILL
SHE LEARNS SOME MANNERS.
- EXERCISE IS WHAT
SHE NEEDS.
THAT'LL CHEER HER UP.
KEEP HER ON A LEAD
TO START WITH,
BUT I WANT HER TO GET USED
TO THE OTHER DOGS
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
COME ON, YOU.
THERE'S A KIPPER IN
THE DINING ROOM
WITH YOUR NAME ON IT.
- COME ON. YOU GET IN HERE.
OI! IN HERE.
- JOE?
COME ON, JOE. YOU
HAVE TO EAT.
PLEASE, JOE?
I LOVE LASSIE JUST AS
MUCH AS YOU.
AND IF I'VE DONE
SOMETHING WRONG,
IT'S LOVING YOU MORE.
WE'D BARELY ENOUGH FOOD FOR
THE THREE OF US.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN
CRUEL TO KEEP HER.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO
LET THINGS GO.
YOU CAN'T HOLD ON
TO EVERYTHING.
BE HAPPY THAT YOU KNEW HER
AND THAT YOU
WATCHED HER GROW
AND THAT YOU HELPED MAKE HER
STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL--
SO BEAUTIFUL THAT EVERYONE
WHO SAW HER KNEW IT.
THINK OF IT AS AN
ADVENTURE FOR HER,
AND BE PROUD OF HER.
EH?
[distant clanking]
- YOU JUST WANT TO GET OUT,
DON'T YOU?
GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM,
LIKE YOU DID BEFORE.
I'LL BE THE SAME
IF THEY SEND ME TO SOME
STUCK-UP BOARDING SCHOOL.
[bell ringing]
[Lassie barks]
- GET HERE!
OI! COME HERE! GET HERE!
[Lassie whines]
[Hynes mutters]
YOU GO ON.
DON'T WORRY; I'LL DEAL
WITH THIS ONE.
I THINK IT'S TIME WE STARTED
YOUR EDUCATION PROPER.
THAT'S IT, IN HERE.
COME ON. OI!
GET HERE.
RIGHT.
[Lassie yelping]
COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.
SEE?
COME HERE, WILL YOU?
STOP HER!
STOP HER, YOU STUPID
SCOTTISH CLODS!
ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?
THE DOG, YOU IDIOT!
thud!
- I'LL DO IT.
- COME BACK HERE!
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
- I THINK MR. HYNES IS
PLAYING A GAME
WITH THE DOGS.
- WELL, HE'S NO BUSINESS TO.
- DON'T OPEN THE GATE!
- WHAT DID HE SAY?
- DON'T TOUCH THAT
BLOODY GATE!
- NOTHING.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
- ARE YOU MAD? I SAID DON'T
TOUCH THE BLOODY GATE!
- OH, SORRY.
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
- THE STUPID GIRL'S LET
THE COLLIE OUT.
- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR
BELT, MR. HYNES?
- UM... - WERE YOU USING
IT ON THE DOG?
- NO, I WAS JUST TEACH--
- MR. HYNES, PLEASE DO NOT
SAY ANOTHER WORD.
NEVER, UNDER ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER,
WILL I ALLOW ANYONE TO
ATTACK AN ANIMAL OF MINE.
COLLECT WHAT WAGES
ARE DUE TO YOU,
AND LEAVE MY PROPERTY
IMMEDIATELY.
OTHERWISE, I WILL NOT
BE ANSWERABLE
FOR THE CONSEQUENCES.
- I'LL LOOK AFTER
THIS FOR YOU.
- INTO THE CAR, YOUNG LADY.
- BUT, YOUR GRACE--
YOUR GRACE, YOU
DON'T UNDERSTAND!
[car horn toots]
YOUR GRACE?
[door opens]
- NEVER MIND THAT.
I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
COME HERE.
- HAVE YOU LOST
YOUR TOBACCO?
- NO, JUST FORGOT
I'D GIVEN UP.
- BECAUSE WE'RE POOR?
- WELL, TIMES ARE NOT WHAT
THEY WERE, JOE.
AND YOUR MOTHER SAID I WAS
SMOKING TOO MUCH ANYWAY.
[chuckles]
LISTEN.
I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO AWAY
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
- TO FIGHT IN THE WAR?
- NO, NO, NOT TO FIGHT,
I HOPE.
JUST TO TRAIN AND SUCH.
IT PROBABLY WON'T BE ANY
MORE THAN THAT.
I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO
LOOK AFTER YOUR MOTHER
WHILE I'M AWAY.
- BUT WHAT ABOUT
LASSIE-- - JOE.
JOE.
YOU LOVE LASSIE, DON'T YOU?
- YOU KNOW I DO.
- THEN BE HAPPY FOR HER.
SHE'S BETTER OFF WHERE
SHE'LL GET FED PROPER,
WITH A GRAND KENNEL AND
A FINE BIG RUN,
WITH STABLE BOYS TO WAIT ON
HER HAND AND FOOT.
SO LET IT GO.
EH?
[panting]
- IF SHE'S NOT FOUND
QUICKLY, SHE'LL DIE.
SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO
SURVIVE ON HER OWN.
- WHY NOT?
- BECAUSE THE INSTINCT
FOR KNOWLEDGE
HAS BEEN BRED OUT OF HER.
SHE'S A PET.
SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO
FEND FOR HERSELF,
SO SHE'LL STARVE.
AND THAT'S IF SHE DOESN'T
FALL DOWN A CLIFF FIRST
AND BREAK HER LEGS.
NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I SHALL CALL THE POLICE
ONE MORE TIME.
- YOU DON'T MEAN THAT.
YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT TO
MAKE ME FEEL BAD.
- AND DO YOU FEEL BAD?
- YES.
- GOOD. NOW GO TO BED.
[birds chirping]
[horn blares]
- BLOODY LUNATIC ANIMAL!
GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!
BEFORE I DO SOMETHING
I'LL REGRET!
GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!
- HUNGRY, ARE YOU?
- I ALWAYS EAT WHEN
I'M WORRIED.
- NOW, THERE'S NO TIME FOR
THAT. SHE'S BEEN SPOTTED.
- WHERE?
- ON THE ROAD ABOUT TEN
MILES SOUTH OF HERE.
A FARMHAND SAW HER ON
HIS WAY TO WORK
AND CALLED THE POLICE.
- THEN WHAT ARE WE
WAITING FOR? COME ON!
- WHAT ABOUT YOUR BREAKFAST?
- I'M NOT WORRIED ANYMORE.
[sheep bleating]
[car engine humming]
- WAIT A MINUTE.
THERE SHE IS, BY
THE POSTBOX.
- WE'VE FOUND US A DOG!
- COME ON, NELLIE. YOU'LL BE
LATE FOR SCHOOL.
- ISN'T SHE BONNY?
- TAKE IT EASY. WE DON'T
WANT TO STARTLE HER.
YOUNG LADY!
WILL YOU STEP AWAY FROM THE
ANIMAL, PLEASE?
- COME ON, NELLIE.
- JUST STEP AWAY, PLEASE.
I'VE GOT HER.
COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.
[Lassie barks]
- WE'LL NOT CATCH HER NOW.
SHE'S FRIGHTENED.
SHE'LL COME BACK WHEN
SHE'S HUNGRY.
- I DON'T THINK SHE
WILL COME BACK.
SHE'S TRYING TO GET HOME,
LIKE SHE DID BEFORE.
[dog barking]
[door closes]
- WHAT MADE YOU SO LATE?
- I GOT KEPT IN.
- WHAT FOR THIS TIME?
- NOTHING. - NOTHING?
- MISS TOLD ME TO SIT DOWN,
AND I DIDN'T HEAR HER.
- DAYDREAMING, I SUPPOSE?
- I COULDN'T HELP IT.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU
COULDN'T HELP IT?
- IT WERE NEAR FOUR, AND I
HEARD A DOG BARKING,
AND I THOUGHT IT
WERE LASSIE.
- LASSIE?
BLOODY LASSIE?
IF I HEAR THAT DOG'S
NAME MENTIONED
ONE MORE TIME IN THIS HOUSE,
I SWEAR I'M GONNA WALK OUT
AND LEAVE THE PAIR OF YOU!
AS IF I HAVEN'T GOT
ENOUGH TO COPE WITH!
[door slams]
[chickens clucking]
- WHO'S THERE?
IS SOMEBODY AFTER
MY CHICKENS?
GO ON. GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!
YOU STAY AWAY FROM
MY CHICKENS,
OR I'LL GIVE YOU A
TASTE OF THIS!
[lively orchestral music]
*
[panting]
- 236 AGAINST SURREY.
- 239 AGAINST SOMERSET,
NOT SURREY.
I SAW IT MYSELF.
BOWLED LEG STUMP FOR 239.
- IN '32?
- SUMMER OF '33,
AT THE OVAL.
RAINED A BIT IN
THE AFTERNOON.
WAIT A MINUTE.
I THINK I'VE JUST
SEEN SOMETHING.
- I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- MARKLAND. - WHAT?
- NAME OF THE BOWLER. I'LL
NEVER FORGET IT.
YES, LOOK. THERE.
IN THOSE BUSHES.
- NO. THERE'S NOT A THING,
OLD BOY.
- WELL, GIVE ME THOSE.
- I THINK THAT'S A DOG
YOU'RE LOOKING AT.
- A DOG? DON'T BE
RIDICULOUS.
WELL, THAT'S A DOG,
OF COURSE.
BUT WHAT'S IT DOING?
- IT'S ACTING VERY ODDLY.
PERHAPS IT'S SEEN
THE MONSTER.
VERY SENSITIVE, YOU KNOW,
DOGS.
WAIT A MINUTE!
- THAT WOULD BE ME, SIR.
- YES, OF COURSE.
WELL, WHAT IS SHE DOING?
- I'M NOT SURE.
MAYBE SHE'S WANTING TO
CROSS THE LOCH
AND CANNAE SEE HOW TO DO IT.
- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. - AYE.
SHE WOULD HAVE TO GO ROUND.
- GO AROUND? WELL,
HOW FAR IS THAT?
- YOU'VE 100 MILES BEFORE
SHE'S BACK ON THIS TRACK.
- WHY WOULD SHE
WANT TO DO THAT?
- SHE HAS BUSINESS ON THE
OTHER SIDE, MAYBE.
YOUR COLLIE'S A SCOTTISH
BREED ORIGINALLY,
AND THE SCOTS CAN BE
AWFUL DETERMINED
WHEN THEY PUT THEIR
MIND TO IT.
- YOU KNOW, I THINK
YOU'RE RIGHT.
- WHAT ABOUT?
- IT WAS THE SUMMER OF '33,
AND MARKLAND WAS THE BOWLER.
- WELL, I TOLD YOU SO,
OLD BOY.
THERE'S NOT MUCH YOU CAN
TEACH ME ABOUT CRICKET.
- IT'S GETTING A BIT CHOPPY,
ISN'T IT?
[sweeping orchestral music]
*
- COME ON, DARLING.
- THIS IS WHERE
CILLA WILL SLEEP.
ALL THE BEDS ARE MARKED,
DEAR.
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR NUMBER,
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE
YOU'RE SLEEPING.
OFF YOU GO, DEAR.
- DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR
NUMBER, DARLING?
110?
- DO I HAVE TO BE A NUMBER?
- OF COURSE, DEAR.
EVERY GIRL IS.
LIKE THE ARMY.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME.
I KNOW HOW TO LOOK
AFTER MYSELF.
- I KNOW.
- JOE.
I'M RELYING ON YOU, LAD.
DON'T LET ME DOWN.
[engine turns over]
- COME ALONG, GIRLS.
NO TALKING.
LIGHTS OUT IN THREE MINUTES.
AND YOU, YOUNG LADY,
INTO BED.
- I'VE GOT TO DO
100 STROKES.
I PROMISED MY MOTHER.
- WELL, HURRY YOURSELF UP,
THEN.
EVERYBODY OUT NOW!
LIGHTS OUT IN TWO MINUTES.
[bell tolling]
[handbell rings]
COME ALONG, EVERYBODY!
RISE AND SHINE!
OH!
[whistle blowing]
[cow moos]
[car horn honking]
- THANKS A LOT!
[car horn honks]
AT LAST.
- DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT,
YOUNG LADY.
YOU'RE IN ENOUGH
TROUBLE AS IT IS.
WITHERS, IF YOU'D
BE SO KIND.
- THAT'S A DEFINITE.
I'LL GIVE YOU ODDS
OF 100 TO 1.
- NO ACCOMPANYING ADULT,
POOR APPEARANCE,
WEARY DEMEANOR.
I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT.
- PINCER MOVEMENT, MR.
O'DONNELL.
CLASSIC MANEUVER.
YOU DROP OFF HERE,
APPROACH FROM THE REAR.
I MOVE AHEAD, HALT,
TAKE UP A COVERT POSITION.
AND, BINGO, WE ATTACK
FROM BOTH SIDES
WITH MAXIMUM EFFECT.
- RIGHT, SIR.
STAND ASIDE.
- COME TO THE NICE
GENTLEMAN.
YEAH, STEADY.
- YOU DON'T HAVE TO TREAT
A DOG LIKE THAT.
- SORRY, MUM, IT'S FOR THE
PROTECTION OF THE PUBLIC.
- YOU SEE, THERE'S A LOT OF
MAD DOGS AROUND.
- WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO
DO IT LIKE THAT.
- SHE'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW.
- I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR?
- WELL, YOU'RE
UPSETTING THE DOG.
- OH, AM I, REALLY?
I'M SO SORRY.
AM I UPSETTING DIDDUMS?
- GET UP. I'LL PUT HER IN
THE VAN FOR YOU.
- IT'LL GET AWAY FROM YOU,
MUM.
- STOP CALLING ME "MUM"
AND STAND UP.
- I THINK YOU SHOULD
LET HER TRY.
- WE'LL JUST HAVE TO GO
THROUGH IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
- STAND UP!
HEY, GIRL.
AND TAKE THAT AWAY.
- [sighs] - THERE YOU GO,
GIRL.
WOULD YOU PLEASE OPEN THE
DOORS OF YOUR VAN?
- I--
DON'T STAND THERE GAWPING
LIKE A HALFWIT.
[dogs barking]
- THERE.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TREAT
STRAY DOGS LIKE WILD BEASTS.
- VERY GRATEFUL, I'M SURE.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
SHOW'S OVER.
- CAN I JUST SAY,
I THOUGHT YOU WERE
ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.
THE REST OF US JUST STOOD
THERE, AND YOU DID
SOMETHING.
- I HAD A DOG LIKE THAT
WHEN I WAS A KID.
SAME EYES.
WHAT'LL THEY DO WITH HER?
- I'M NOT SURE.
KEEP HOLD OF HER FOR A
WHILE, I SUPPOSE.
AND IF NO ONE SHOWS UP,
THEY--
WELL, THEY--
- THEY'LL KILL HER?
- I'M SURE IT'S
QUITE HUMANE.
JUST PUT HER TO SLEEP
OR SOMETHING.
NO, YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE
ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.
- WHERE IS THE POUND?
- I DON'T KNOW, BUT I'M
SURE WE CAN FIND IT.
[dogs barking]
- NO MORE NONSENSE FROM YOU.
[Lassie whimpers]
SHUT UP, THE LOT OF YOU!
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
GET IN THERE. GO ON.
OH!
MIND THE DOOR, LAD!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU
STUPID IDIOT?
NO!
WATCH OUT.
STEP ASIDE. STEP ASIDE.
MIND YOUR BACK.
- YOU CANNOT COME IN.
COURT IS IN SESSION.
- MY LORD, IF I MAY
RESPECTFULLY--
- MR. MCTAGGART.
IS THIS THE SURPRISE WITNESS
THE DEFENSE HAS PROMISED?
- MY LORD-- [Lassie barks]
- I TAKE IT THAT IS AN
ANSWER IN THE AFFIRMATIVE,
AND I CAN
CONGRATULATE THE DEFENSE
ON PRODUCING, FINALLY,
A WITNESS
WHO IS CAPABLE OF
ANSWERING "YES" OR "NO"
TO A SIMPLE QUESTION
WITHOUT EQUIVOCATION.
[laughter]
- HAVE YOU LOST A DOG?
- YES, WE HAVE.
- MR. MCTAGGART, WHOM
AM I ADDRESSING?
- IT'S A DOG, MY LORD.
- YOU CONFIRM MY
OWN SUSPICIONS.
WELL, WELL, WELL, A DOG.
SERGEANT OF THE COURT, WHAT
DO I WANT DONE WITH IT?
- YOU WISH IT REMOVED,
YOUR LORDSHIP?
- MAY I CONGRATULATE YOU ON
YOUR POWERS OF DEDUCTION?
[laughter]
WELL, GO TO IT, MAN.
- THERE'S TWO MEN OUTSIDE.
- SILENCE, EVERYBODY.
PLEASE DON'T
STARTLE THE DOG.
SHE CANNOT JUMP FROM THERE,
SO PLEASE LET THE
OFFICERS DO THEIR DUTY
QUIETLY AND SAFELY.
- COME ON. THERE'S NOTHING
TO BE FRIGHTENED OF.
[suspenseful music]
*
- COME ON. COME ON.
I'VE TOLD YOU ALREADY.
WE DON'T HAVE A COLLIE--
NOT FOR A NUMBER OF WEEKS,
AS A MATTER OF FACT.
I HAVE A WHIPPET AND A
COUPLE OF VERY
ANNOYING TERRIERS,
IF YOU'RE INTERESTED.
[door opens]
- THAT'S THEM ALL
BACK AT LAST.
FANCY A CUPPA? -
YOU WERE THERE.
THE COLLIE. WE'VE COME
FOR THE COLLIE.
- WE'VE BROUGHT MONEY.
WE'LL PAY FOR HER,
WHATEVER IT IS.
- SHE ESCAPED.
- OH, BRILLIANT.
BLOODY BRILLIANT!
NOW WE'VE GOT TO FILL IN A
MISSING DOG REPORT.
A PERFECT RECORD
LIES IN TATTERS.
- WE DON'T HAVE A
PERFECT RECORD.
- WELL, WE HAVEN'T NOW,
HAVE WE?
- YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?
- [sighs] YES, MADAM,
SHE'S GONE.
NOW, IF YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND
WOULDN'T MIND
DOING THE SAME,
MY COLLEAGUE HAS A
REPORT TO WRITE.
- WHAT A COUPLE OF IDIOTS.
- YES.
- HUSBAND, INDEED.
- OH, THAT. YES.
- LOOK... - YES?
- I DON'T SUPPOSE
YOU'D LIKE TO--
I MEAN--
- I'D LOVE TO.
- YOU WOULD?
- MOST DEFINITELY.
- GOOD.
I'M SO SORRY. ABOUT THE DOG,
I MEAN.
- SORRY?
DON'T BE. SHE'S FREE NOW.
THAT'S ALL I EVER
WANTED FOR HER.
- I THINK WE GOT COMPANY,
TOOTS.
I WONDER WHAT SHE
WANTS OF US.
[whistles]
I THINK PERHAPS
SHE "VANTS TO BE ALONE."
WHOA!
LET'S SEE IF MISS GARBO'S
HUNGRY, SHALL WE?
HEY, IT'S NOT FOR YOU,
YOU GREEDY BEAST.
YOU'RE NOT A FILM STAR.
NOT YET, ANYWAY.
[sniffing]
YOU'RE NO WILD DOG, ARE YOU?
THERE'S A TYKE.
SHE'S SHY AND CANNY,
AND SHE'S SLOWLY
COMING NEAR.
SHE'S AS CAUTIOUS
AS MY GRANNY
BUT WILL OVERCOME HER FEAR.
WHOA!
HO HO! HO HO!
NOW, WE KNOW A TRICK OR TWO,
DON'T WE, TOOTS?
LET'S SEE WHAT YOUR MAJESTY
THINKS OF THIS, SHALL WE?
THERE'S YOUR DINNER,
YOUR HIGHNESS.
EAT UP.
COME ON, TOOTS.
WE SEEM TO HAVE MADE A
FRIEND AFTER ALL.
PUT IT DOWN IN THE ROAD,
AND IT'S NO GOOD.
TOO WELL TRAINED.
PUT IT DOWN IN A BOWL.
THAT WAS THE SECRET.
THAT MADE IT ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
COME ALONG WITH US
IF YOU WANT ANY MORE.
[Lassie barks]
[bell tolling]
- HELLO, JOE.
HOW WAS YOUR DAY?
- MISS BRANSON
LIKED MY POEM.
- WELL, THAT'S A SURPRISE.
I DIDN'T THINK SHE
LIKED ANYTHING
OTHER THAN THE SOUND OF
HER OWN VOICE.
[laughs]
- DID YOU HEAR FROM DAD?
- NO, BUT HE'LL BE HOME
FOR CHRISTMAS.
I'M SURE OF IT.
[vendors shouting
their wares]
- WE CAN'T BE BEATEN
ON OUR PRICES!
FRESH EGGS! GET YOUR
FRESH EGGS HERE!
- HELLO, EVERYBODY!
children: HELLO!
- HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY DOG,
TOOTS?
children: NO!
- WELL, ARE YOU SURE?
children: HE'S BEHIND YOU!
- WHERE?
children: HE'S BEHIND YOU!
[Toots barks] - OH!
OH OH OH OH OH!
[whistle blasting]
ROLL UP, ROLL UP,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
BOYS AND GIRLS,
FOR THE TERRIFYING TALE OF
ANDROCLES AND THE LION.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE,
TOOTS?
COME DOWN.
[children laugh]
WERE YOU LOOKING AFTER
THE CHILDREN?
WHO WANTS TO SEE A TRICK BY
TOOTS THE WONDER DOG?
all: ME!
- UP YOU GO.
[laughter]
THERE YOU ARE.
A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, PLEASE.
NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THE TERRIFYING TALE OF
ANDROCLES AND THE LION.
YOUR HIGHNESS, IF
YOU PLEASE.
YOU'RE DOING FINE,
YOUR MAJESTY.
YOU'RE DOING FINE.
SO ANDROCLES FOUND HIMSELF
ALONE IN THE DESERT
WHEN SUDDENLY HE HEARD A
STRANGE SOUND.
THE POOR SLAVE ANDROCLES WAS
VERY FRIGHTENED BY THE LION,
BUT THEN HE NOTICED
SOMETHING UNUSUAL.
LOOKING CLOSELY,
ANDROCLES SAW
THERE WAS A THORN IN
THE LION'S PAW,
AND THAT'S WHY THE LION
WAS SO UNHAPPY.
SO PLUCKING UP HIS COURAGE,
HE TOOK HOLD OF
THE LION'S PAW
AND PLUCKED OUT THE THORN.
THE ANGEL GABRIEL GOT A BIT
OF A BLACK EYE LAST YEAR,
SO THIS YEAR, HE'LL
HAVE A NEW HEAD.
I RECKON HE'LL BE ALL
RIGHT FOR CHRISTMAS.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
BEGINNING TO FEEL THE COLD,
ARE YOU?
AH, WINTER'S COMING.
I THINK WE'RE NOT GOING TO
MAKE THE RIVIERA
THIS SEASON,
YOUR MAJESTY.
IT'S TIME TO HEAD BACK.
YOU'LL LIKE IT AT HOME.
WON'T SHE, TOOTS?
WELL, WE BEST GET TIDIED UP,
GET AN EARLY START TOMORROW.
- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
- IT'S A BLOODY MIDGET.
- IS IT, NOW?
OR ARE WE LOOKING AT A
BLOOMIN' DWARF?
- WHAT?
- DWARVES OR MIDGETS.
YOU HAVE TO BE SENSITIVE
ABOUT THESE THINGS.
- DWARVES ARE RICHER.
THEY DIG FOR GOLD.
- THEN LET'S CALL
IT A DWARF.
- DO YOU THINK HE'LL
HAVE IT WITH HIM?
THE GOLD?
- LET'S GO AND ASK THE
LITTLE FELLA, SHALL WE?
[Lassie and Toots barking]
WATCH YOUR DOG,
LITTLE FELLA.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. WE AIN'T
DOING NOTHING.
- QUIET DOWN, YOUR MAJESTY.
QUIET DOWN.
TOOTS.
- THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
[growls]
YOU HAVING A CUPPA?
ISN'T THAT NICE?
COULD YOU JUST
SPARE A SWALLOW
FOR A COUPLE OF HOMELESS
CHAPS LOOKING FOR WORK?
WE'VE GOT A
FRESH-CAUGHT RABBIT
WE COULD LET YOU HAVE BY
WAY OF EXCHANGE.
- YOU'RE WELCOME, FRIEND.
THE WATER'S ALMOST BOILED.
THE TEA'S IN THE WAGON.
I'LL JUST GET IT.
- NO HURRY.
IS THERE, MATE?
- NO HURRY AT ALL.
- ONLY SORRY WE
MISSED THE SHOW.
BIG AUDIENCE, WAS IT?
BET YOU MAKE QUITE A KILLING
THIS TIME OF YEAR--
CHRISTMAS COMING
AND ALL THAT.
COME ON. WHERE IS IT?
- THE GOLD.
- 'CAUSE IF YOU'RE NICE
AND HAND IT OVER,
WE WON'T HURT YOU, WILL WE,
MR. S?
- NO. WE WON'T HURT YOU.
- AFRAID I HAVEN'T GOT ANY
GOLD, JUST TEA.
- SO YOU WANT IT THE HARD
WAY, DO YOU, LITTLE 'UN?
FAIR ENOUGH.
OW!
DON'T JUST STAND THERE.
GET IN AFTER HIM, YOU
BLOOMING COWARD!
- AH! YOU LITTLE BEGGAR!
[barks]
- STAY OUT OF THIS,
YOUR MAJESTY!
TOOTS AND I CAN TAKE
CARE OF OURSELVES.
- YOU WANT SOME OF THIS,
DO YOU?
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?
COME ON, MY LITTLE BEAUTY.
[Lassie yelps] NOW GO HOME!
GET OUT OF IT!
[laughs] WHAT A DOG.
YOU SEE, LITTLE FELLA,
EVEN YOUR BEST FRIEND
CAN'T STAND B--
- YOU GET UNDERNEATH THE
WAGON. I'LL GET THE CASH.
- RIGHT.
[Toots growling]
SNICKERS, WHERE ARE YA?
- THERE'S NO SIGN OF
HIM UNDER HERE.
- I'M AWARE.
[Toots snarling]
- NO.
- AH!
OOH!
[yapping]
[Toots snarls]
- TOOTS, GET AWAY!
TOOTS!
- YOU BLOOMIN' RAT.
thud!
- [yelling]
GET IT OFF!
[Lassie barks]
I HATE DOGS.
I ALWAYS HAVE.
- HELLO, THERE, MY DARLING.
YOU PUT UP A PRETTY GOOD
FIGHT, DIDN'T YOU, NOW?
[Lassie whimpers]
QUIET, YOUR MAJESTY.
SHE HASN'T MUCH TIME LEFT.
SEVEN YEARS, WE'VE
BEEN TOGETHER,
AND I COULDN'T HAVE ASKED
FOR BETTER COMPANY.
WHAT BLESSINGS HE
HAS TO SPARE,
MAY GOD GIVE THEM
TO YOU NOW.
- THE LORD SAYS HIS
FATHER NOTICES
EVEN THE FALL OF A
SINGLE SPARROW.
SO TRUSTING IN HIM, WE
COMMEND OUR DEAR FRIEND
TO HIS BOSOM.
COME ON, THEN, YOUR MAJESTY.
DON'T WANT TO?
WELL, PERHAPS IT'S
BEST THAT WAY.
STILL WANT TO GO SOUTH,
DO YOU?
WINTER IN THE RIVIERA
WITH ALL THE OTHER
LA-DI-DAHS.
I'D LIKE TO GO WITH YOU,
BUT WINTER'S COMING,
AND I'D BEST BE
GETTING BACK HOME.
BESIDES...
YOU'D ALWAYS BE REMINDING ME
OF MY TOOTS, WOULDN'T YOU,
LASS?
[barks]
HEY.
THAT'S THE PITY OF IT.
YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY
LANGUAGE, BUT I CAN'T
UNDERSTAND YOURS.
AND IT'S US THAT'S
SUPPOSED TO BE
THE MOST INTELLIGENT.
WE HAD SOME PRETTY GOOD
TIMES TOGETHER, DIDN'T WE?
YEAH. WELL...
OFF YOU GO, THEN.
AND MAY LUCK GO WITH YOU.
OFF YOU GO.
COME ON, THEN, OLD GIRL.
TIME TO HEAD FOR HOME.
- WHAT WAS THAT?
- SOME KIND OF ANIMAL,
DARLING.
A FOX, I SHOULD THINK.
- IT LOOKED BIGGER
THAN A FOX TO ME.
- LOOK, WE'RE HERE.
- WILL GRANDPA HAVE A
CHRISTMAS TREE?
- OF COURSE.
IT'LL BE THE BIGGEST
YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
- CAN WE LIGHT THEM NOW?
- NO, DARLING.
IT'LL BURN DOWN.
IT'S ALL WE'VE GOT LEFT.
WE'LL LIGHT THEM WHEN WE GET
BACK FROM CHURCH.
COME ON. YOU'LL BE LATE
FOR PRACTICE.
children: * O COME,
ALL YE FAITHFUL
* JOYFUL AND TRIUMPHANT
* O COME YE, O COME YE
* TO BETHLEHEM
* COME AND BEHOLD HIM
* BORN THE KING OF ANGELS
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* CHRIST
- HAPPY CHRISTMAS.
- * THE LORD
- I KNEW YOU'D MAKE IT.
IS IT SNOWING?
- AYE. AYE, IT'S
BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE.
- AND INSIDE TOO.
- * LEAVING THEIR FLOCKS
* DRAW NIGH TO GAZE
[carol continues in
the distance]
*
[barks]
[barks]
* IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
* FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
* EARTH STOOD HARD AS IRON
* WATER LIKE A STONE
* SNOW HAD FALLEN,
SNOW ON SNOW
* SNOW ON SNOW
* WHAT CAN I GIVE HIM
* POOR AS I AM?
[distant singing]
[dog whimpering]
- CRICKET, WHAT'S THE
MATTER WITH YOU?
YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED
TO BE IN HERE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- WHERE'S JOE?
- I DON'T KNOW. HE
WAS RIGHT HERE.
- LASSIE.
IT'S LASSIE! SHE'S
COME HOME!
- LISTEN FOR YOURSELF, JOE.
THE HEART'S VERY FAINT,
BUT IT IS THERE.
SHE'S HAD A TERRIBLE ORDEAL,
AND I CAN'T SAY WHETHER IT'S
POSSIBLE SHE'LL SURVIVE IT.
AN ANIMAL DOESN'T KNOW HOW
TO FIGHT FOR LIFE
IN THE WAY A HUMAN
OFTEN CAN.
IT MAY BE THAT,
HAVING GOT HOME
AND HAVING ACHIEVED
WHAT SHE WANTED,
SHE'LL BE CONTENT TO
JUST GO TO SLEEP
AND PASS ON.
- IS THERE
ANYTHING WE CAN DO?
- TRY AND GET HER TO
EAT SOMETHING.
WARM MILK AND BRANDY, I
WOULD SUGGEST.
- WE HAVEN'T GOT ANY BRANDY.
- I'VE GOT SOME.
WE WERE SAVING IT FOR THE
CHRISTMAS PUDDING.
- WE'LL ALL SEE HOW SHE IS
IN THE MORNING.
I'LL COME ROUND FIRST THING.
- [giggling]
- THIS IS FOR YOU. I
MADE IT MYSELF.
- FOR ME?
- AT SCHOOL, I WANTED
TO REMIND MYSELF
THAT IT WAS STILL
POSSIBLE TO ESCAPE.
- DID YOU INDEED?
[chuckles]
[knock at door]
- I KNOW SHE'S HERE,
SO DON'T TRY AND MAKE
ANY TROUBLE.
AND I'VE GOT OFFICERS OF
THE LAW WITH ME
JUST IN CASE YOU DO.
- HE CAN'T TAKE HER, CAN HE?
- THIS IS A SICK ANIMAL.
SHE CAN'T BE MOVED.
- WE HAVE A CERTIFICATE
FROM THE VET HERE
SAYING SHE'S FIT TO TRAVEL.
WELL, GO ON, THEN.
GET ON WITH IT.
- DON'T TOUCH HER.
- I'M SORRY, SAM. WE'VE
SEEN THE PAPERS.
EVERYONE KNOWS YOU SOLD HER.
- SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE
UNLESS I TAKE HER MYSELF.
- THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
OFFICERS? - SHE'S
UNDER MY CARE.
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR HER.
- WHAT DIFFERENCE
DOES IT MAKE?
YOU WANT HER BACK. HE'LL
TAKE HER BACK.
- NO! - YOU CAN COME TOO,
JOE.
- I'M NOT STOPPING
HERE BY MYSELF.
- WELL, I DEMAND AN ESCORT
IN CASE THEY RUN
OFF WITH HER.
THEY'VE TRIED IT BEFORE,
YOU KNOW.
- OH, SHUT UP.
- RIGHT, YOU KEEP AN
EYE ON THEM.
I'LL GET IT SORTED.
- THAT'S IT.
- YOUR GRACE? YOUR GRACE!
[growling]
MR. HYNES IS HERE, YOUR
GRACE, AND HE WAS
MOST INSISTENT--
- I'VE FOUND HER, YOUR
GRACE. I'VE FOUND HER.
I'VE GOT HER OUTSIDE, JUST
LIKE YOU ORDERED.
- LASSIE. HE'S FOUND LASSIE!
- PLEASE,
EVERYBODY STAY HERE.
- I TOLD YOU SHE'D
NOT GET PAST ME.
DETECTIVE WORK, YOUR
GRACE-- MONTHS OF IT.
I KNEW IT'D PAY OFF
IN THE END.
- SHE ARRIVED HERE
CHRISTMAS EVE
VERY POORLY.
WE WERE JUST
LOOKING AFTER HER
UNTIL SHE WERE WELL
ENOUGH TO BRING BACK.
- MM-HMM.
AND WHAT ARE THESE OFFICERS
DOING HERE, EXACTLY?
- WELL, YOUR GRACE, MR.
HYNES HERE SAYS
THAT THIS HERE
ANIMAL IS STOLEN.
QUITE INSISTENT, HE WAS.
- WAS HE INDEED?
WELL, LET'S HAVE A LOOK,
SHALL WE?
WOULD YOU ALLOW ME TO
EXAMINE YOUR ANIMAL,
YOUNG MAN?
WELL, I'LL BE BLOWED.
ALL THE WAY TO BERMUDA AND
BACK AGAIN, WHAT?
- PLEASE-- - QUIET, BOY.
I SUPPOSE YOU THINK I'M
AN OLD BUFFER
WHO'S EASILY FOOLED.
THIS ISN'T MY DOG.
ANY IDIOT CAN SEE THAT.
- SHE MUST BE SOME KIND OF
STRAY YOU PICKED UP.
WELL, DON'T TRY PALMING
HER OFF ON ME.
THE DOG I BOUGHT WAS
BIG AND HEALTHY,
NOT A WORN-OUT OLD MUTT
LIKE THIS ONE.
MR. HYNES HERE KNOWS
THAT VERY WELL.
- YOUR GRACE, LOOK AT
THESE MARKINGS.
I'LL STAKE MY REPUTATION--
- REPUTATION?
MR. HYNES, I THINK WE
ARE BOTH AWARE
WHAT A FRAGILE LITTLE
CREATURE THAT IS.
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, MAN!
HOW COULD A DOG GET ALL THE
WAY HERE FROM SCOTLAND?
IT'S NEARLY 500
MILES FOR A BIRD,
LET ALONE FOR A DOG
WANDERING ABOUT,
TRYING TO MAKE ITS OWN WAY.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, OFFICER?
- YES, YOUR GRACE.
IF YOU SAY IT'S NOT YOURS,
THEN THAT'S THE END OF IT.
- YOU KEEP HER IF
YOU WANT HER.
NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
COME ALONG, GIRLIE.
- THAT WAS KIND OF YOU.
- NONSENSE. I'M NOT A
KIND PERSON.
I'M NOT FINISHED YET.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- YOUR GRACE.
I SWEAR THAT WAS YOUR DOG.
SHE KNEW ME. I COULD TELL.
- MR. HYNES, ARE
YOU STILL HERE?
- YES, SIR.
I MEAN, YOUR GRACE, SIR.
- I'M SORRY, BUT YOU
MUST EXCUSE US.
WE WERE IN THE
MIDDLE OF LUNCH.
SOME OTHER TIME, PERHAPS.
- BUT I'M TELLING YOU--
- SKIPPER, BOATSWAIN.
[dogs growling]
- HELLO, BOYS. REMEMBER ME?
NOW, THEN. NOW, THEN.
LET'S NOT GET TOO EXCITED,
EH?
STAY. STAY.
COR LUMMY.
- I HAVE A PROPOSITION TO
MAKE TO YOU, MR.
CARRACLOUGH.
SINCE THE SAD DEPARTURE
OF MR. HYNES,
WE HAVE A VACANCY
AT THE HALL.
I WONDERED IF YOU'D
BE INTERESTED--
HEAD KENNEL MAN, LOOKING
AFTER MY DOGS.
WHEN THE ARMY IS DONE WITH
YOU, OF COURSE.
THE PAY IS FAIR ENOUGH,
I SHOULD THINK.
- AND HOW MUCH WOULD "FAIR
ENOUGH" BE, EXACTLY?
- OOH, I SHOULD SAY...
- SEVEN POUND?
- GOOD LORD, NO! FIVE AND
NOT A PENNY MORE.
- SIX POUND TEN SHILLING.
- SHALL WE CALL IT
SIX GUINEAS?
- DONE.
- [spits]
YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN,
MRS. CARRACLOUGH.
- AND WHAT ABOUT THE
KENNEL MAN'S COTTAGE
ON THE MOOR?
- AS HEAD KENNEL MAN, YES,
THE COTTAGE WOULD BE YOURS.
YOU'D HAVE TO TAKE
THE FAMILY
AND, OF COURSE, ANY
ANIMALS YOU HAVE.
WOULD THAT BE ACCEPTABLE?
- THANK YOU, YOUR GRACE.
THAT WOULD BE MOST
ACCEPTABLE.
- THAT OLD MUTT OF YOURS
IS LOOKING A LITTLE BETTER,
YOUNG MAN.
- YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO
RECOGNIZE HER
IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS.
- I DON'T DOUBT IT.
[chuckles] I DON'T DOUBT IT.
COME ON, GIRLIE.
NOW, DON'T WRIGGLE.
I CAN'T STAND
ANYONE WRIGGLING.
- SEE? YOU ARE
NICE AFTER ALL.
- NONSENSE.
I SWORE I'D HAVE THAT DOG,
AND NOW I'VE GOT HER.
I JUST HAD TO BUY THE
MAN AS WELL.
I THINK I'VE GOT A BARGAIN.
DON'T YOU?
[laughs]
[bicycle bell rings]
- GOOD MORNING, MRS.
CARRACLOUGH.
IS JOE HERE?
- HELLO. AYE, HE'S INSIDE.
GO ON. IN YOU GO
AND SEE HIM.
- WHERE ARE THEY?
- SHH. UNDER THE STAIRS.
- [gasps]
HOW MANY?
- SEVEN. - SEVEN.
THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL.
ARE THEY STILL BLIND?
- NO, THEY GET THEIR EYES
OPEN WHEN THEY'RE
TEN DAYS OLD.
THEY'LL BE RUNNING ABOUT ON
THEIR OWN SOON ENOUGH.
[puppies barking]
[sweeping orchestral music]
*
---
[soft string music]
*
[music crescendos]
[drum beating]
[adventure music]
*
[dogs barking]
[horn blaring]
- IT'S MAKING FOR
THE VILLAGE.
IF WE'RE QUICK, WE CAN HEAD
THE BUGGER OFF.
- IT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR,
ALL THOSE HOUNDS AND
JUST ONE FOX.
- IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE FAIR.
COME ON, OR WE'LL LOSE THEM.
- YOUR GRACE, DOCTOR SAID
YOU WEREN'T TO
EXERT YOURSELF.
- ARE YOU A STUDENT OF
MEDICINE, WATSON?
- NO, YOUR GRACE. I'M
A CHAUFFEUR.
- THEN LET'S STICK TO WHAT
WE KNOW, SHALL WE?
- WELL, THEN PERHAPS YOU
SHOULD LET ME DRIVE.
- HE'S RIGHT, GRANDPA.
THE DOCTOR SAID THAT
YOU SHOULD--
- FRESH AIR AND
LIGHT EXERCISE.
THAT WAS THE DOCTOR'S
ADVICE, AND I'M TAKING IT.
- COME ON, WILLIAM.
[dogs barking]
- DOESN'T THIS THING
GO ANY FASTER?
- THAT'S MY GIRL. HANG ON!
[dogs barking in
the distance]
[car horn beeps]
[hunting horn blares]
[barks]
[dogs whining and barking]
[low growl]
[panting]
[whimpers]
[dogs bark]
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
COME ON, POMFRET!
MUSHROOM! HEY, COME ON!
WOULD YOU MIND CONTROLLING
THESE ANIMALS, SARAH
CARRACLOUGH?
- IT MIGHT HELP US ALL IF
YOU'D MIND YOUR OWN,
EDWARD HYNES.
COME ON, LASS.
[women laugh]
- WHO THREW THIS, HEY?
WHO THREW THIS?
I'LL HAVE THE POLICE ON YOU.
DO YOU HEAR ME? I'LL
HAVE THE POLICE!
RUDDY RABBLE.
COME ON, POMFRET. OUT OF IT!
THE, UH--THE PACK ARE IN A
BIT OF A TANGLE.
I'M JUST GETTING IT SORTED,
YOUR GRACE.
- NEVER MIND THE HOUNDS.
DID ANYONE SEE WHICH WAY
THE DAMN FOX WENT?
- TOWARDS THE MINE,
THEY SAY.
- WELL, WHAT ARE YOU
WAITING FOR?
- WELL, I-- - THIS IS A FOX
HUNT, ISN'T IT?
- YES, YOUR GRACE.
A FOX HUNT.
RIGHT.
[machine whirring
and clanking]
[dogs barking]
- COME ON, OPEN THESE
BLOODY GATES!
HEY? COME ON, YOU
LAZY SWINE!
OPEN THESE GATES.
ALL RIGHT, COME ON, BOYS.
COME ON! COME ON!
- YOUR GRACE, YOU CAN'T
COME THROUGH.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
THERE ARE MEN
WORKING DOWN THERE.
- THEY MAY BE DOWN THERE,
MR. PATTERSON,
BUT THEY'RE NOT WORKING.
WE BOTH KNOW THE
SEAM'S EXHAUSTED.
NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY.
[toots horn]
- THERE'S STILL COAL DOWN
THERE. I'M SURE OF IT.
- WHAT THE BLOODY
HELL WAS THAT?
- A FOX, I RECKON.
- WELL, WHAT'S IT
DOING DOWN HERE?
[dogs barking in distance]
- SHH! LISTEN UP.
SO...
ARE WE GOING TO LET
THEM CATCH IT?
- HOW CAN WE STOP THEM?
- IT'S JUST A MATTER OF
PUTTING THEM OFF THE SCENT.
DON'T YOU THINK?
- YOU DAFT BUGGER.
ALL RIGHT.
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY MAKE
OF THAT, THEN.
- [howls]
[dogs whining and howling]
- GOES 7, REMAINDER 4,
WHICH GIVES US 8 INTO 40.
ANYBODY?
JOE CARRACLOUGH.
- YES, MISS?
- WHAT DID I JUST ASK?
- A QUESTION, MISS.
[laughter] - STAND UP.
AND WHAT QUESTION WAS THAT,
CARRACLOUGH.
DON'T TRY AND GET THE ANSWER
FROM SOMEBODY ELSE!
WELL?
- DIDN'T HEAR, MISS.
- COME HERE.
LEFT.
UP!
RIGHT.
THREE MORE FOR
ANSWERING BACK.
- BUT, MISS, I DIDN'T.
- ARE YOU ASKING FOR
ANOTHER THREE?
- NO, MISS.
BACK.
NOW 8 INTO 40.
QUICKLY, ANYBODY.
YES.
[whimpers]
- IS IT TIME, LASS?
[dog barking]
- I DON'T UNDERSTAND.
IF THEY DON'T WANT TO EAT
IT, WHY DO THEY WANT
TO CATCH IT?
- SPORT, MY DEAR.
FOR THE SPORT.
THEY LOVE IT.
- BUT THEY DON'T
LOOK VERY HAPPY.
- THEY DON'T LIKE TO LOSE.
NEITHER DO I.
- SHE DOES. - WHAT?
- LOOK HAPPY.
SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T SHE?
- YOU'VE GOT A GOOD EYE.
YOU'VE GOT MY GOOD EYE.
HYNES?
HYNES!
LET'S SEE IF WE CAN'T CATCH
SOMETHING TODAY.
[bell ringing]
[handbell dinging]
[Lassie barks]
- IT'S ALL RIGHT, LASS.
THEY'RE NOT HURTING
SO MUCH NOW.
COME ON.
LET'S GO HOME.
- SNAP! - BLAST!
- YOU'RE NOT CONCENTRATING.
YOU CAN'T PLAY SNAP IF YOU
DON'T CONCENTRATE.
- I SUPPOSE IT'S DULL
FOR YOU HERE
AFTER THE
EXCITEMENT OF LONDON.
- DADDY SAYS LONDON
ISN'T SAFE ANYMORE
'CAUSE THERE'S GOING
TO BE A WAR.
- NONSENSE.
SNAP! NOW WE'LL SEE WHO'S
CONCENTRATING.
- DADDY SAYS EVERYBODY HAS
THEIR HEADS IN THE SAND.
- ARE YOU CONTRADICTING ME?
- YES, GRANDPA.
- YOU DARE SAY YES,
YOU IMPERTINENT
LITTLE SCALLYWAG.
- IF I SAID NO,
THAT WOULD BE
ANOTHER CONTRADICTION,
WOULDN'T IT?
both: SNAP!
- THAT'S A DRAW, SO THEY ALL
GO INTO THE POOL.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- WE BOTH SAID "SNAP"
TOGETHER, SO THAT'S A DRAW.
NOW IF YOU GET A 7,
YOU HAVE TO SAY "SNAP POOL"
INSTEAD OF "SNAP."
- [exhales]
WHO INVENTED THIS
IDIOTIC GAME?
- YOU DID.
[dogs barking ferociously]
- SKIPPER. BOATSWAIN.
WELL?
- HE WOULDN'T SELL,
YOUR GRACE.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
HOW FAR DID YOU GO?
- 15.
- HE WOULDN'T SELL
FOR 15 POUNDS?
- CARRACLOUGH SAID THE DOG
WASN'T HIS TO SELL.
PROBABLY STOLE THE DAMN
THING IN THE FIRST PLACE,
IF YOU ASK ME.
- WELL, WE'LL SEE
ABOUT THAT.
SNAP!
THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING,
DIDN'T YOU?
MY WIN, I THINK.
- WE DON'T NEED HIS MONEY.
- NOT TODAY, PERHAPS.
BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER?
THREE HUNDREDWEIGHT WE
BROUGHT UP TODAY,
AND WE WORKED A
DOUBLE SHIFT.
THE SEAM'S DEAD.
EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.
- THEY'LL FIND ANOTHER SEAM.
- YOU CAN'T FIND SOMETHING
YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR.
AND NO ONE'S LOOKING,
NOT ANYMORE.
[stair creaks]
[door opens]
- COME ON, LASS.
YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT
SUPPOSED TO BE UP HERE.
GOOD NIGHT.
- MUM?
- JOE.
- WHAT DID THAT MAN WANT?
- NOTHING TO BOTHER
YOURSELF WITH.
NOW, COME ON. GO TO SLEEP.
- DAD WOULDN'T SELL HER,
THOUGH, WOULD HE?
- THOSE BIG EARS OF YOURS
ARE GOING TO GET YOU INTO
TROUBLE ONE DAY.
- BUT HE CAN'T.
LASSIE'S MY DOG.
- SHE'S OUR DOG.
AND WE'RE NOT SELLING.
- LOVE YOU.
- I WANT EIGHT MEN
ROUND THE BACK.
- YES, SIR.
- GIVE ME A STRAIGHT
LINE FOR THE GATE.
[mine whistle blows]
- SARAH, QUICK.
GET YOUR COAT.
- IS SOMEONE HURT?
- IT'S WORSE THAN THAT.
[whistle blows]
- WELL, WHAT'S THIS,
JOHN FORDHAM?
ARE WE NOT TO BE ALLOWED IN
TO SEE OUR MEN?
- YOU'LL SOON BE COMPLAINING
YOU SEE TOO MUCH OF THEM.
- HERE THEY COME. LOOK.
[gates clank]
- COME ON. GET BACK.
BACK, PLEASE.
COME ON. MOVE BACK.
- WHAT IS IT? WHAT'S
HAPPENING, MA?
- CLOSING THE MINE DOWN,
JOE.
THEY SAID THERE'S NOT
ENOUGH COAL.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER? DOES
HE NOT SEE US?
- NO, HE SEES US, JOE.
HE SEES US.
COME ON.
- THANK YOU, PATTINSON.
- DAISY, MY DEAR.
YOU LOOK EXHAUSTED.
- CHARLIE SENDS HIS LOVE.
HIS COMMISSION JUST
CAME THROUGH,
AND HE'S HAD TO REPORT
TO SOME BARRACKS
IN THE MIDDLE OF NOWHERE.
WHERE IS SHE? - JUST
GONE UPSTAIRS.
- OH, DO YOU MIND IF I--
- OF COURSE NOT.
I DIDN'T TELL HER YOU
WERE COMING,
JUST IN CASE.
NOTHING ARRIVES ON
TIME THESE DAYS.
- WHY COULDN'T DADDY COME?
- BECAUSE HE'S A
SOLDIER NOW, DARLING.
HE HAS TO DO WHAT HE'S TOLD.
- GRANDPA SAYS THERE ISN'T
GOING TO BE A WAR.
HE SAYS EVERYBODY'S JUST
PLAYING SILLY GAMES.
- WELL, LET'S HOPE
HE'S RIGHT.
NOW HOP INTO BED, AND I'LL
READ YOU A STORY.
OH, I'VE MISSED YOU SO MUCH.
- THEN WHY DON'T YOU TAKE
ME BACK WITH YOU?
- I CAN'T.
NOT YET, ANYWAY.
DON'T KNOW WHERE DADDY'S
GOING TO BE POSTED.
IT'S ALL VERY LAST-MINUTE.
THEY VERY NEARLY WOULDN'T
LET HIM JOIN UP AT ALL.
- I WISH THEY HADN'T.
- I KNOW, MY DARLING.
SO DO I.
- IT'S NOT JUST ME,
YOU KNOW.
THERE'S OTHERS
TALKING THE SAME.
- AND WHAT GOOD
WILL IT DO US
IF YOU GO AND GET
YOURSELF KILLED?
- WHAT ELSE AM I
SUPPOSED TO THINK OF?
I WALKED MY FEET OFF
FOR 20 MILES IN
EVERY DIRECTION.
THERE'S NOTHING IN THE
WHOLE COUNTY.
- [whispers] LASS.
LASSIE.
- I KNOW WE CAN'T.
IT'S NOT FAIR ON THE BOY.
[indistinct conversation]
- AND HOW AM I EXPECTED TO
PUT FOOD ON THE TABLE?
- WE'LL FIND A WAY.
- THERE'S A MR. CARRACLOUGH
AT THE DOOR, YOUR GRACE.
SHALL I SEND HIM AWAY?
- NO, NO, I WAS
EXPECTING HIM.
I'LL SEE HIM IN THE STUDY.
[door closes]
- DO YOU HAVE TO GO TODAY?
- YES, DARLING. I'M SORRY.
BUT I'LL BE BACK AS SOON AS
DADDY'S SETTLED.
WE HAVE TO FIND YOU
A NEW SCHOOL.
- WHY CAN'T I STAY AT
MY OLD SCHOOL?
- BECAUSE, DARLING,
LONDON'S NOT SAFE.
I'M SURE WE'LL FIND YOU
SOMEWHERE NICE.
[school bell ringing]
BE BRAVE, DARLING.
I'LL BE BACK BEFORE
YOU KNOW IT.
- SAY HELLO TO
CHARLES FOR ME.
TELL HIM I STILL THINK HE'S
A BLITHERING IDIOT.
- I'LL TELL HIM.
LOOK AFTER HER FOR ME.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT US.
YOUNG LADY?
I'VE GOT SOMETHING
TO SHOW YOU.
SOMEONE, I SHOULD SAY.
- WHERE'S LASSIE?
SHE WASN'T AT SCHOOL.
I THINK SOMETHING'S
HAPPENED TO HER.
HAVE YOU SEEN HER?
- SOMEONE HAS TO TELL HIM.
- ISN'T SHE SOMETHING?
- I THOUGHT YOU SAID THEY
WANTED TO KEEP HER.
- WELL, THEY CHANGED THEIR
MIND, DIDN'T THEY?
COULDN'T GET RID OF
HER FAST ENOUGH
ONCE THE SUBJECT OF MONEY
WAS MENTIONED.
- SHE DOESN'T LOOK VERY
HAPPY ABOUT IT.
- NONSENSE.
WHERE IS THAT DRATTED
FELLOW HIDING?
HYNES!
- JUST COMING.
YES, SIR.
- WHAT'S THE MATTER
WITH THIS DOG?
- UM, MATTER, YOUR GRACE?
- LOOK AT HER, MAN.
- WELL, YOU MEAN HER NOT
TAKING HER FOOD AND THAT?
USED TO TABLE SCRAPS AND ALL
SORTS, I SHOULD SAY.
THEY HAVE NO IDEA HOW
TO HANDLE DOGS
DOWN IN THAT VILLAGE.
DON'T YOU WORRY YOUR PRETTY
LITTLE HEAD ABOUT IT, MISS.
I'LL HAVE HER EATING
KENNEL-STYLE IN A DAY OR SO.
- WHAT'S HER NAME?
- THEY NEVER BOTHERED
TO GIVE HER ONE.
CALLED HER "LASS"
OR "LASSIE."
IT JUST MEANS "GIRL."
NO FEELING FOR ANIMALS,
IN MY EXPERIENCE.
- DON'T WORRY; WE'LL GIVE
HER A PROPER NAME.
- I LIKE THE ONE SHE'S GOT.
LASSIE?
SEE? SHE KNOWS IT'S HER.
- COME ON.
YOU CAN COME BACK AND
SEE HER LATER.
- WHY CAN'T WE TAKE HER UP
TO THE HOUSE WITH US?
- WHEN SHE'S SETTLED.
LET HER GET USED
TO US FIRST.
- I'LL SEE YOU EAT
IF I HAVE TO PUSH YOUR
BLOODY FOOD DOWN
YOUR THROAT.
YEAH, THAT'S RIGHT.
TAKE A GOOD LOOK AT ME.
I'M IN CHARGE NOW.
[bell ringing]
[whimpers]
- GOOD BOY.
THANKS, PETERS.
LASSIE, I'VE GOT TO GO AND
HAVE A BATH BEFORE TEA,
BUT I'LL BE BACK
STRAIGHT AFTER.
I PROMISE.
[whimpers]
[barks]
children: 5 SEVENS ARE 35.
6 SEVENS ARE 42.
7 SEVENS ARE 49.
8 SEVENS ARE 56.
9 SEVENS ARE 63.
[whimpering]
[handbell rings]
- LASSIE!
LASSIE.
HOW DID YOU GET HERE?
COME ON. I'LL TAKE YOU HOME.
- GET IN THERE!
AND I DON'T WANT ANY MORE OF
YOUR TRICKS, YOUNG MAN.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND ME?
- YOU CAN'T BLAME THE BOY.
IT'S NOT HIS FAULT
YOU CAN'T LOOK AFTER
YOUR OWN PROPERTY.
- HEY, YOU'VE NO CAUSE
TO TALK TO ME LIKE THAT,
SAM CARRACLOUGH.
I KNOW YOU'VE
TRAINED IT TO RUN.
BUT IT WON'T HAPPEN AGAIN,
MAKE NO MISTAKE.
[dog growls and barks]
[sheep bleating]
WILL YOU GET THEM
OUT OF THE WAY?
COME ON!
OI!
[horn beeps]
OI!
SOMEBODY STOP HER!
- WHAT'S GOING ON HERE?
- IT'S YOUR DOG. SHE
RAN AWAY AGAIN.
- AGAIN?
- I'LL DEAL WITH THIS,
YOUR GRACE.
- I BROUGHT MY LAD WITH ME
TO PEN HER UP THIS TIME.
THIS'LL BE THE LAST TIME.
- IT HAD BETTER BE.
CILLA?
- COMING, GRANDPA.
- LET THE BOY DO IT.
IT'S HIM SHE RUNS FOR.
GO ON, LAD.
GET IT OVER WITH.
- STAY HERE AND BIDE HAPPY,
LASS.
AND DON'T COME HOME NO MORE.
YOU'RE A BAD DOG, AND WE
DON'T LOVE YOU NO MORE.
SO STAY HERE AND
LEAVE US BE.
DO YOU UNDERSTAND?
BAD DOG.
- SHE ISN'T HAPPY HERE.
THAT'S WHY SHE RUNS.
- COURSE SHE'S HAPPY.
SHE RUNS BECAUSE THEY'VE
TRAINED HER TO DO IT.
THEN THEY CAN STEAL HER BACK
AND SELL HER TO
SOMEBODY ELSE.
BLOODY YORKSHIREMEN.
THEY'RE NOTHING BUT THIEVING
VAGABONDS, SCUM.
- IF THEY WANTED
TO STEAL HER,
WHY DID THEY BRING HER
BACK THEMSELVES?
- WELL, BECAUSE THEY'RE
ALWAYS UP TO TRICKS,
AREN'T THEY?
BUT WE'RE TOO SMART FOR 'EM.
[Lassie barks] HEY!
DON'T TRY THAT WITH ME,
YOU LITTLE BEGGAR.
YOU STAY AWAY FROM HER,
MISS.
SHE'D BITE YOU AS SOON
AS LOOK AT YOU,
IF I KNOWS DOGS.
- YOU JUST WANT TO GO HOME,
DON'T YOU?
WELL, THAT MAKES TWO OF US.
SO DO I.
[footsteps]
- [chuckles] DON'T EVEN
THINK ABOUT IT.
YOU'LL NOT GET UNDER THAT.
IT'S BURIED TOO DEEP.
WE'RE GOING ON A NICE TRIP
TOGETHER TOMORROW,
AND IT'LL BE GOOD-BYE TO
YORKSHIRE FOR YOU, MY GIRL.
[chuckles]
[suspenseful music]
[barking]
*
GET OUT OF THE WAY,
YOU IDIOT!
[pounding at door]
WHERE IS SHE, EH?
I SAY, WHERE THE
BLOODY HELL IS SHE?
- WELL, SHE'S NOT HERE.
- WHERE'S JOE?
- I DON'T KNOW. HE'S
NOT BACK YET.
- HE WON'T HAVE GOT FAR.
I'LL FIND HIM.
- I'LL COME WITH YOU.
WE DON'T WANT ANY MORE
FUNNY BUSINESS.
- JUST GO RIGHT HOME, MR.
HYNES.
YOUR DOG'LL BE BACK TO YOU
JUST AS SOON AS I FIND HER.
- YEAH, WELL, SHE BETTER BE.
THE DUKE'S GOING TO
SCOTLAND TOMORROW,
AND HE'S TAKING THE
DOG WITH HIM.
- JOE?
YOU CAN'T MAKE THIS RIGHT BY
STEALING HER BACK.
- IT'S NOT STEALING WHEN SHE
COMES BY HERSELF.
- IT IS IF WE KEEP HER.
SHE DON'T BELONG TO US, JOE,
NOT ANYMORE.
COME ON.
LASS.
- SHE'LL COME BACK AGAIN,
YOU KNOW.
THEY'LL NOT KEEP HER CAGED.
- NOT THIS TIME, SHE WON'T.
- SHE WILL.
- THEY'RE TAKING HER AWAY
TOMORROW, TO SCOTLAND.
- WHERE'S THAT?
- LONG, LONG WAY, JOE,
MUCH FARTHER THAN
YOU'LL EVER TRAVEL
EVEN IF YOU LIVE TO BE 100.
SO LET IT GO, EH?
MAYBE WHEN TIMES ARE BETTER,
WE'LL GET ANOTHER DOG.
- I DON'T WANT ANOTHER DOG,
DO I?
I NEVER WANT ANOTHER DOG.
- YEAH, YEAH, I'M IN,
ALL RIGHT.
DON'T WORRY ABOUT THAT.
HEY, HEY, KEEP YOUR HANDS
WHERE I CAN SEE 'EM.
HERE. LET ME HELP YOU.
[bagpipes playing
Scotland the Brave]
*
- OH. SHE BRUSHES UP NICELY.
GOOD POSTURE.
GREAT ENERGY.
A LITTLE LACKING IN
CONFIDENCE, PERHAPS.
LET'S SEE WHAT THEY MAKE OF
EACH OTHER. COME ON.
SHE COULD BE JUST WHAT WE'VE
BEEN LOOKING FOR.
- GOOD MORNING, GRANDFATHER.
- MORNING, CILLA.
- GOOD MORNING, LASSIE.
- CAREFUL, NOW, MISS.
SHE'S A NASTY TEMPER ON HER.
- NO, SHE HASN'T.
- WHAT DO YOU THINK,
HEY HEY?
HUH?
WHAT DO YOU THINK OF HER,
BOY?
[barks]
- LOOK, SHE'S SAYING HELLO.
- BEST KEEP 'EM APART TILL
SHE LEARNS SOME MANNERS.
- EXERCISE IS WHAT
SHE NEEDS.
THAT'LL CHEER HER UP.
KEEP HER ON A LEAD
TO START WITH,
BUT I WANT HER TO GET USED
TO THE OTHER DOGS
AS SOON AS POSSIBLE.
COME ON, YOU.
THERE'S A KIPPER IN
THE DINING ROOM
WITH YOUR NAME ON IT.
- COME ON. YOU GET IN HERE.
OI! IN HERE.
- JOE?
COME ON, JOE. YOU
HAVE TO EAT.
PLEASE, JOE?
I LOVE LASSIE JUST AS
MUCH AS YOU.
AND IF I'VE DONE
SOMETHING WRONG,
IT'S LOVING YOU MORE.
WE'D BARELY ENOUGH FOOD FOR
THE THREE OF US.
IT WOULD HAVE BEEN
CRUEL TO KEEP HER.
SOMETIMES YOU HAVE TO
LET THINGS GO.
YOU CAN'T HOLD ON
TO EVERYTHING.
BE HAPPY THAT YOU KNEW HER
AND THAT YOU
WATCHED HER GROW
AND THAT YOU HELPED MAKE HER
STRONG AND BEAUTIFUL--
SO BEAUTIFUL THAT EVERYONE
WHO SAW HER KNEW IT.
THINK OF IT AS AN
ADVENTURE FOR HER,
AND BE PROUD OF HER.
EH?
[distant clanking]
- YOU JUST WANT TO GET OUT,
DON'T YOU?
GO BACK WHERE YOU CAME FROM,
LIKE YOU DID BEFORE.
I'LL BE THE SAME
IF THEY SEND ME TO SOME
STUCK-UP BOARDING SCHOOL.
[bell ringing]
[Lassie barks]
- GET HERE!
OI! COME HERE! GET HERE!
[Lassie whines]
[Hynes mutters]
YOU GO ON.
DON'T WORRY; I'LL DEAL
WITH THIS ONE.
I THINK IT'S TIME WE STARTED
YOUR EDUCATION PROPER.
THAT'S IT, IN HERE.
COME ON. OI!
GET HERE.
RIGHT.
[Lassie yelping]
COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.
SEE?
COME HERE, WILL YOU?
STOP HER!
STOP HER, YOU STUPID
SCOTTISH CLODS!
ARE YOU DEAF OR SOMETHING?
THE DOG, YOU IDIOT!
thud!
- I'LL DO IT.
- COME BACK HERE!
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
- I THINK MR. HYNES IS
PLAYING A GAME
WITH THE DOGS.
- WELL, HE'S NO BUSINESS TO.
- DON'T OPEN THE GATE!
- WHAT DID HE SAY?
- DON'T TOUCH THAT
BLOODY GATE!
- NOTHING.
WHAT DID YOU SAY?
- ARE YOU MAD? I SAID DON'T
TOUCH THE BLOODY GATE!
- OH, SORRY.
- WHAT'S GOING ON?
- THE STUPID GIRL'S LET
THE COLLIE OUT.
- WHAT HAPPENED TO YOUR
BELT, MR. HYNES?
- UM... - WERE YOU USING
IT ON THE DOG?
- NO, I WAS JUST TEACH--
- MR. HYNES, PLEASE DO NOT
SAY ANOTHER WORD.
NEVER, UNDER ANY
CIRCUMSTANCES WHATSOEVER,
WILL I ALLOW ANYONE TO
ATTACK AN ANIMAL OF MINE.
COLLECT WHAT WAGES
ARE DUE TO YOU,
AND LEAVE MY PROPERTY
IMMEDIATELY.
OTHERWISE, I WILL NOT
BE ANSWERABLE
FOR THE CONSEQUENCES.
- I'LL LOOK AFTER
THIS FOR YOU.
- INTO THE CAR, YOUNG LADY.
- BUT, YOUR GRACE--
YOUR GRACE, YOU
DON'T UNDERSTAND!
[car horn toots]
YOUR GRACE?
[door opens]
- NEVER MIND THAT.
I WANT TO TALK TO YOU.
COME HERE.
- HAVE YOU LOST
YOUR TOBACCO?
- NO, JUST FORGOT
I'D GIVEN UP.
- BECAUSE WE'RE POOR?
- WELL, TIMES ARE NOT WHAT
THEY WERE, JOE.
AND YOUR MOTHER SAID I WAS
SMOKING TOO MUCH ANYWAY.
[chuckles]
LISTEN.
I'M GOING TO HAVE TO GO AWAY
FOR A LITTLE WHILE.
- TO FIGHT IN THE WAR?
- NO, NO, NOT TO FIGHT,
I HOPE.
JUST TO TRAIN AND SUCH.
IT PROBABLY WON'T BE ANY
MORE THAN THAT.
I'M GOING TO NEED YOU TO
LOOK AFTER YOUR MOTHER
WHILE I'M AWAY.
- BUT WHAT ABOUT
LASSIE-- - JOE.
JOE.
YOU LOVE LASSIE, DON'T YOU?
- YOU KNOW I DO.
- THEN BE HAPPY FOR HER.
SHE'S BETTER OFF WHERE
SHE'LL GET FED PROPER,
WITH A GRAND KENNEL AND
A FINE BIG RUN,
WITH STABLE BOYS TO WAIT ON
HER HAND AND FOOT.
SO LET IT GO.
EH?
[panting]
- IF SHE'S NOT FOUND
QUICKLY, SHE'LL DIE.
SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO
SURVIVE ON HER OWN.
- WHY NOT?
- BECAUSE THE INSTINCT
FOR KNOWLEDGE
HAS BEEN BRED OUT OF HER.
SHE'S A PET.
SHE WON'T BE ABLE TO
FEND FOR HERSELF,
SO SHE'LL STARVE.
AND THAT'S IF SHE DOESN'T
FALL DOWN A CLIFF FIRST
AND BREAK HER LEGS.
NOW, IF YOU'LL EXCUSE ME,
I SHALL CALL THE POLICE
ONE MORE TIME.
- YOU DON'T MEAN THAT.
YOU'RE JUST SAYING THAT TO
MAKE ME FEEL BAD.
- AND DO YOU FEEL BAD?
- YES.
- GOOD. NOW GO TO BED.
[birds chirping]
[horn blares]
- BLOODY LUNATIC ANIMAL!
GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!
BEFORE I DO SOMETHING
I'LL REGRET!
GO ON! GET OUT OF HERE!
- HUNGRY, ARE YOU?
- I ALWAYS EAT WHEN
I'M WORRIED.
- NOW, THERE'S NO TIME FOR
THAT. SHE'S BEEN SPOTTED.
- WHERE?
- ON THE ROAD ABOUT TEN
MILES SOUTH OF HERE.
A FARMHAND SAW HER ON
HIS WAY TO WORK
AND CALLED THE POLICE.
- THEN WHAT ARE WE
WAITING FOR? COME ON!
- WHAT ABOUT YOUR BREAKFAST?
- I'M NOT WORRIED ANYMORE.
[sheep bleating]
[car engine humming]
- WAIT A MINUTE.
THERE SHE IS, BY
THE POSTBOX.
- WE'VE FOUND US A DOG!
- COME ON, NELLIE. YOU'LL BE
LATE FOR SCHOOL.
- ISN'T SHE BONNY?
- TAKE IT EASY. WE DON'T
WANT TO STARTLE HER.
YOUNG LADY!
WILL YOU STEP AWAY FROM THE
ANIMAL, PLEASE?
- COME ON, NELLIE.
- JUST STEP AWAY, PLEASE.
I'VE GOT HER.
COME ON.
I'M NOT GOING TO HURT YOU.
[Lassie barks]
- WE'LL NOT CATCH HER NOW.
SHE'S FRIGHTENED.
SHE'LL COME BACK WHEN
SHE'S HUNGRY.
- I DON'T THINK SHE
WILL COME BACK.
SHE'S TRYING TO GET HOME,
LIKE SHE DID BEFORE.
[dog barking]
[door closes]
- WHAT MADE YOU SO LATE?
- I GOT KEPT IN.
- WHAT FOR THIS TIME?
- NOTHING. - NOTHING?
- MISS TOLD ME TO SIT DOWN,
AND I DIDN'T HEAR HER.
- DAYDREAMING, I SUPPOSE?
- I COULDN'T HELP IT.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN, YOU
COULDN'T HELP IT?
- IT WERE NEAR FOUR, AND I
HEARD A DOG BARKING,
AND I THOUGHT IT
WERE LASSIE.
- LASSIE?
BLOODY LASSIE?
IF I HEAR THAT DOG'S
NAME MENTIONED
ONE MORE TIME IN THIS HOUSE,
I SWEAR I'M GONNA WALK OUT
AND LEAVE THE PAIR OF YOU!
AS IF I HAVEN'T GOT
ENOUGH TO COPE WITH!
[door slams]
[chickens clucking]
- WHO'S THERE?
IS SOMEBODY AFTER
MY CHICKENS?
GO ON. GO ON!
GO ON!
GO ON, YOU FILTHY MONGREL!
YOU STAY AWAY FROM
MY CHICKENS,
OR I'LL GIVE YOU A
TASTE OF THIS!
[lively orchestral music]
*
[panting]
- 236 AGAINST SURREY.
- 239 AGAINST SOMERSET,
NOT SURREY.
I SAW IT MYSELF.
BOWLED LEG STUMP FOR 239.
- IN '32?
- SUMMER OF '33,
AT THE OVAL.
RAINED A BIT IN
THE AFTERNOON.
WAIT A MINUTE.
I THINK I'VE JUST
SEEN SOMETHING.
- I CAN'T SEE ANYTHING.
- MARKLAND. - WHAT?
- NAME OF THE BOWLER. I'LL
NEVER FORGET IT.
YES, LOOK. THERE.
IN THOSE BUSHES.
- NO. THERE'S NOT A THING,
OLD BOY.
- WELL, GIVE ME THOSE.
- I THINK THAT'S A DOG
YOU'RE LOOKING AT.
- A DOG? DON'T BE
RIDICULOUS.
WELL, THAT'S A DOG,
OF COURSE.
BUT WHAT'S IT DOING?
- IT'S ACTING VERY ODDLY.
PERHAPS IT'S SEEN
THE MONSTER.
VERY SENSITIVE, YOU KNOW,
DOGS.
WAIT A MINUTE!
- THAT WOULD BE ME, SIR.
- YES, OF COURSE.
WELL, WHAT IS SHE DOING?
- I'M NOT SURE.
MAYBE SHE'S WANTING TO
CROSS THE LOCH
AND CANNAE SEE HOW TO DO IT.
- THAT'S IMPOSSIBLE. - AYE.
SHE WOULD HAVE TO GO ROUND.
- GO AROUND? WELL,
HOW FAR IS THAT?
- YOU'VE 100 MILES BEFORE
SHE'S BACK ON THIS TRACK.
- WHY WOULD SHE
WANT TO DO THAT?
- SHE HAS BUSINESS ON THE
OTHER SIDE, MAYBE.
YOUR COLLIE'S A SCOTTISH
BREED ORIGINALLY,
AND THE SCOTS CAN BE
AWFUL DETERMINED
WHEN THEY PUT THEIR
MIND TO IT.
- YOU KNOW, I THINK
YOU'RE RIGHT.
- WHAT ABOUT?
- IT WAS THE SUMMER OF '33,
AND MARKLAND WAS THE BOWLER.
- WELL, I TOLD YOU SO,
OLD BOY.
THERE'S NOT MUCH YOU CAN
TEACH ME ABOUT CRICKET.
- IT'S GETTING A BIT CHOPPY,
ISN'T IT?
[sweeping orchestral music]
*
- COME ON, DARLING.
- THIS IS WHERE
CILLA WILL SLEEP.
ALL THE BEDS ARE MARKED,
DEAR.
SO IF YOU FIND YOUR NUMBER,
YOU'LL KNOW WHERE
YOU'RE SLEEPING.
OFF YOU GO, DEAR.
- DO YOU REMEMBER YOUR
NUMBER, DARLING?
110?
- DO I HAVE TO BE A NUMBER?
- OF COURSE, DEAR.
EVERY GIRL IS.
LIKE THE ARMY.
- DON'T WORRY ABOUT ME.
I KNOW HOW TO LOOK
AFTER MYSELF.
- I KNOW.
- JOE.
I'M RELYING ON YOU, LAD.
DON'T LET ME DOWN.
[engine turns over]
- COME ALONG, GIRLS.
NO TALKING.
LIGHTS OUT IN THREE MINUTES.
AND YOU, YOUNG LADY,
INTO BED.
- I'VE GOT TO DO
100 STROKES.
I PROMISED MY MOTHER.
- WELL, HURRY YOURSELF UP,
THEN.
EVERYBODY OUT NOW!
LIGHTS OUT IN TWO MINUTES.
[bell tolling]
[handbell rings]
COME ALONG, EVERYBODY!
RISE AND SHINE!
OH!
[whistle blowing]
[cow moos]
[car horn honking]
- THANKS A LOT!
[car horn honks]
AT LAST.
- DON'T EVEN THINK ABOUT IT,
YOUNG LADY.
YOU'RE IN ENOUGH
TROUBLE AS IT IS.
WITHERS, IF YOU'D
BE SO KIND.
- THAT'S A DEFINITE.
I'LL GIVE YOU ODDS
OF 100 TO 1.
- NO ACCOMPANYING ADULT,
POOR APPEARANCE,
WEARY DEMEANOR.
I THINK YOU'RE RIGHT.
- PINCER MOVEMENT, MR.
O'DONNELL.
CLASSIC MANEUVER.
YOU DROP OFF HERE,
APPROACH FROM THE REAR.
I MOVE AHEAD, HALT,
TAKE UP A COVERT POSITION.
AND, BINGO, WE ATTACK
FROM BOTH SIDES
WITH MAXIMUM EFFECT.
- RIGHT, SIR.
STAND ASIDE.
- COME TO THE NICE
GENTLEMAN.
YEAH, STEADY.
- YOU DON'T HAVE TO TREAT
A DOG LIKE THAT.
- SORRY, MUM, IT'S FOR THE
PROTECTION OF THE PUBLIC.
- YOU SEE, THERE'S A LOT OF
MAD DOGS AROUND.
- WELL, YOU DON'T HAVE TO
DO IT LIKE THAT.
- SHE'S RIGHT, YOU KNOW.
- I BEG YOUR PARDON, SIR?
- WELL, YOU'RE
UPSETTING THE DOG.
- OH, AM I, REALLY?
I'M SO SORRY.
AM I UPSETTING DIDDUMS?
- GET UP. I'LL PUT HER IN
THE VAN FOR YOU.
- IT'LL GET AWAY FROM YOU,
MUM.
- STOP CALLING ME "MUM"
AND STAND UP.
- I THINK YOU SHOULD
LET HER TRY.
- WE'LL JUST HAVE TO GO
THROUGH IT ALL OVER AGAIN.
- STAND UP!
HEY, GIRL.
AND TAKE THAT AWAY.
- [sighs] - THERE YOU GO,
GIRL.
WOULD YOU PLEASE OPEN THE
DOORS OF YOUR VAN?
- I--
DON'T STAND THERE GAWPING
LIKE A HALFWIT.
[dogs barking]
- THERE.
YOU DON'T HAVE TO TREAT
STRAY DOGS LIKE WILD BEASTS.
- VERY GRATEFUL, I'M SURE.
THANK YOU. THANK YOU.
SHOW'S OVER.
- CAN I JUST SAY,
I THOUGHT YOU WERE
ABSOLUTELY BRILLIANT.
THE REST OF US JUST STOOD
THERE, AND YOU DID
SOMETHING.
- I HAD A DOG LIKE THAT
WHEN I WAS A KID.
SAME EYES.
WHAT'LL THEY DO WITH HER?
- I'M NOT SURE.
KEEP HOLD OF HER FOR A
WHILE, I SUPPOSE.
AND IF NO ONE SHOWS UP,
THEY--
WELL, THEY--
- THEY'LL KILL HER?
- I'M SURE IT'S
QUITE HUMANE.
JUST PUT HER TO SLEEP
OR SOMETHING.
NO, YOU'RE RIGHT. YOU'RE
ABSOLUTELY RIGHT.
- WHERE IS THE POUND?
- I DON'T KNOW, BUT I'M
SURE WE CAN FIND IT.
[dogs barking]
- NO MORE NONSENSE FROM YOU.
[Lassie whimpers]
SHUT UP, THE LOT OF YOU!
YOU'RE NOT GOING ANYWHERE.
GET IN THERE. GO ON.
OH!
MIND THE DOOR, LAD!
WHAT ARE YOU DOING, YOU
STUPID IDIOT?
NO!
WATCH OUT.
STEP ASIDE. STEP ASIDE.
MIND YOUR BACK.
- YOU CANNOT COME IN.
COURT IS IN SESSION.
- MY LORD, IF I MAY
RESPECTFULLY--
- MR. MCTAGGART.
IS THIS THE SURPRISE WITNESS
THE DEFENSE HAS PROMISED?
- MY LORD-- [Lassie barks]
- I TAKE IT THAT IS AN
ANSWER IN THE AFFIRMATIVE,
AND I CAN
CONGRATULATE THE DEFENSE
ON PRODUCING, FINALLY,
A WITNESS
WHO IS CAPABLE OF
ANSWERING "YES" OR "NO"
TO A SIMPLE QUESTION
WITHOUT EQUIVOCATION.
[laughter]
- HAVE YOU LOST A DOG?
- YES, WE HAVE.
- MR. MCTAGGART, WHOM
AM I ADDRESSING?
- IT'S A DOG, MY LORD.
- YOU CONFIRM MY
OWN SUSPICIONS.
WELL, WELL, WELL, A DOG.
SERGEANT OF THE COURT, WHAT
DO I WANT DONE WITH IT?
- YOU WISH IT REMOVED,
YOUR LORDSHIP?
- MAY I CONGRATULATE YOU ON
YOUR POWERS OF DEDUCTION?
[laughter]
WELL, GO TO IT, MAN.
- THERE'S TWO MEN OUTSIDE.
- SILENCE, EVERYBODY.
PLEASE DON'T
STARTLE THE DOG.
SHE CANNOT JUMP FROM THERE,
SO PLEASE LET THE
OFFICERS DO THEIR DUTY
QUIETLY AND SAFELY.
- COME ON. THERE'S NOTHING
TO BE FRIGHTENED OF.
[suspenseful music]
*
- COME ON. COME ON.
I'VE TOLD YOU ALREADY.
WE DON'T HAVE A COLLIE--
NOT FOR A NUMBER OF WEEKS,
AS A MATTER OF FACT.
I HAVE A WHIPPET AND A
COUPLE OF VERY
ANNOYING TERRIERS,
IF YOU'RE INTERESTED.
[door opens]
- THAT'S THEM ALL
BACK AT LAST.
FANCY A CUPPA? -
YOU WERE THERE.
THE COLLIE. WE'VE COME
FOR THE COLLIE.
- WE'VE BROUGHT MONEY.
WE'LL PAY FOR HER,
WHATEVER IT IS.
- SHE ESCAPED.
- OH, BRILLIANT.
BLOODY BRILLIANT!
NOW WE'VE GOT TO FILL IN A
MISSING DOG REPORT.
A PERFECT RECORD
LIES IN TATTERS.
- WE DON'T HAVE A
PERFECT RECORD.
- WELL, WE HAVEN'T NOW,
HAVE WE?
- YOU MEAN SHE'S GONE?
- [sighs] YES, MADAM,
SHE'S GONE.
NOW, IF YOU AND YOUR HUSBAND
WOULDN'T MIND
DOING THE SAME,
MY COLLEAGUE HAS A
REPORT TO WRITE.
- WHAT A COUPLE OF IDIOTS.
- YES.
- HUSBAND, INDEED.
- OH, THAT. YES.
- LOOK... - YES?
- I DON'T SUPPOSE
YOU'D LIKE TO--
I MEAN--
- I'D LOVE TO.
- YOU WOULD?
- MOST DEFINITELY.
- GOOD.
I'M SO SORRY. ABOUT THE DOG,
I MEAN.
- SORRY?
DON'T BE. SHE'S FREE NOW.
THAT'S ALL I EVER
WANTED FOR HER.
- I THINK WE GOT COMPANY,
TOOTS.
I WONDER WHAT SHE
WANTS OF US.
[whistles]
I THINK PERHAPS
SHE "VANTS TO BE ALONE."
WHOA!
LET'S SEE IF MISS GARBO'S
HUNGRY, SHALL WE?
HEY, IT'S NOT FOR YOU,
YOU GREEDY BEAST.
YOU'RE NOT A FILM STAR.
NOT YET, ANYWAY.
[sniffing]
YOU'RE NO WILD DOG, ARE YOU?
THERE'S A TYKE.
SHE'S SHY AND CANNY,
AND SHE'S SLOWLY
COMING NEAR.
SHE'S AS CAUTIOUS
AS MY GRANNY
BUT WILL OVERCOME HER FEAR.
WHOA!
HO HO! HO HO!
NOW, WE KNOW A TRICK OR TWO,
DON'T WE, TOOTS?
LET'S SEE WHAT YOUR MAJESTY
THINKS OF THIS, SHALL WE?
THERE'S YOUR DINNER,
YOUR HIGHNESS.
EAT UP.
COME ON, TOOTS.
WE SEEM TO HAVE MADE A
FRIEND AFTER ALL.
PUT IT DOWN IN THE ROAD,
AND IT'S NO GOOD.
TOO WELL TRAINED.
PUT IT DOWN IN A BOWL.
THAT WAS THE SECRET.
THAT MADE IT ALL RIGHT.
YOU'RE GOING TO HAVE TO
COME ALONG WITH US
IF YOU WANT ANY MORE.
[Lassie barks]
[bell tolling]
- HELLO, JOE.
HOW WAS YOUR DAY?
- MISS BRANSON
LIKED MY POEM.
- WELL, THAT'S A SURPRISE.
I DIDN'T THINK SHE
LIKED ANYTHING
OTHER THAN THE SOUND OF
HER OWN VOICE.
[laughs]
- DID YOU HEAR FROM DAD?
- NO, BUT HE'LL BE HOME
FOR CHRISTMAS.
I'M SURE OF IT.
[vendors shouting
their wares]
- WE CAN'T BE BEATEN
ON OUR PRICES!
FRESH EGGS! GET YOUR
FRESH EGGS HERE!
- HELLO, EVERYBODY!
children: HELLO!
- HAS ANYBODY SEEN MY DOG,
TOOTS?
children: NO!
- WELL, ARE YOU SURE?
children: HE'S BEHIND YOU!
- WHERE?
children: HE'S BEHIND YOU!
[Toots barks] - OH!
OH OH OH OH OH!
[whistle blasting]
ROLL UP, ROLL UP,
LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
BOYS AND GIRLS,
FOR THE TERRIFYING TALE OF
ANDROCLES AND THE LION.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING UP THERE,
TOOTS?
COME DOWN.
[children laugh]
WERE YOU LOOKING AFTER
THE CHILDREN?
WHO WANTS TO SEE A TRICK BY
TOOTS THE WONDER DOG?
all: ME!
- UP YOU GO.
[laughter]
THERE YOU ARE.
A ROUND OF APPLAUSE, PLEASE.
NOW, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN,
THE TERRIFYING TALE OF
ANDROCLES AND THE LION.
YOUR HIGHNESS, IF
YOU PLEASE.
YOU'RE DOING FINE,
YOUR MAJESTY.
YOU'RE DOING FINE.
SO ANDROCLES FOUND HIMSELF
ALONE IN THE DESERT
WHEN SUDDENLY HE HEARD A
STRANGE SOUND.
THE POOR SLAVE ANDROCLES WAS
VERY FRIGHTENED BY THE LION,
BUT THEN HE NOTICED
SOMETHING UNUSUAL.
LOOKING CLOSELY,
ANDROCLES SAW
THERE WAS A THORN IN
THE LION'S PAW,
AND THAT'S WHY THE LION
WAS SO UNHAPPY.
SO PLUCKING UP HIS COURAGE,
HE TOOK HOLD OF
THE LION'S PAW
AND PLUCKED OUT THE THORN.
THE ANGEL GABRIEL GOT A BIT
OF A BLACK EYE LAST YEAR,
SO THIS YEAR, HE'LL
HAVE A NEW HEAD.
I RECKON HE'LL BE ALL
RIGHT FOR CHRISTMAS.
WHAT DO YOU THINK?
BEGINNING TO FEEL THE COLD,
ARE YOU?
AH, WINTER'S COMING.
I THINK WE'RE NOT GOING TO
MAKE THE RIVIERA
THIS SEASON,
YOUR MAJESTY.
IT'S TIME TO HEAD BACK.
YOU'LL LIKE IT AT HOME.
WON'T SHE, TOOTS?
WELL, WE BEST GET TIDIED UP,
GET AN EARLY START TOMORROW.
- WHAT THE HELL IS THAT?
- IT'S A BLOODY MIDGET.
- IS IT, NOW?
OR ARE WE LOOKING AT A
BLOOMIN' DWARF?
- WHAT?
- DWARVES OR MIDGETS.
YOU HAVE TO BE SENSITIVE
ABOUT THESE THINGS.
- DWARVES ARE RICHER.
THEY DIG FOR GOLD.
- THEN LET'S CALL
IT A DWARF.
- DO YOU THINK HE'LL
HAVE IT WITH HIM?
THE GOLD?
- LET'S GO AND ASK THE
LITTLE FELLA, SHALL WE?
[Lassie and Toots barking]
WATCH YOUR DOG,
LITTLE FELLA.
IT'S ALL RIGHT. WE AIN'T
DOING NOTHING.
- QUIET DOWN, YOUR MAJESTY.
QUIET DOWN.
TOOTS.
- THANK YOU.
THANK YOU VERY MUCH.
[growls]
YOU HAVING A CUPPA?
ISN'T THAT NICE?
COULD YOU JUST
SPARE A SWALLOW
FOR A COUPLE OF HOMELESS
CHAPS LOOKING FOR WORK?
WE'VE GOT A
FRESH-CAUGHT RABBIT
WE COULD LET YOU HAVE BY
WAY OF EXCHANGE.
- YOU'RE WELCOME, FRIEND.
THE WATER'S ALMOST BOILED.
THE TEA'S IN THE WAGON.
I'LL JUST GET IT.
- NO HURRY.
IS THERE, MATE?
- NO HURRY AT ALL.
- ONLY SORRY WE
MISSED THE SHOW.
BIG AUDIENCE, WAS IT?
BET YOU MAKE QUITE A KILLING
THIS TIME OF YEAR--
CHRISTMAS COMING
AND ALL THAT.
COME ON. WHERE IS IT?
- THE GOLD.
- 'CAUSE IF YOU'RE NICE
AND HAND IT OVER,
WE WON'T HURT YOU, WILL WE,
MR. S?
- NO. WE WON'T HURT YOU.
- AFRAID I HAVEN'T GOT ANY
GOLD, JUST TEA.
- SO YOU WANT IT THE HARD
WAY, DO YOU, LITTLE 'UN?
FAIR ENOUGH.
OW!
DON'T JUST STAND THERE.
GET IN AFTER HIM, YOU
BLOOMING COWARD!
- AH! YOU LITTLE BEGGAR!
[barks]
- STAY OUT OF THIS,
YOUR MAJESTY!
TOOTS AND I CAN TAKE
CARE OF OURSELVES.
- YOU WANT SOME OF THIS,
DO YOU?
IS THIS WHAT YOU WANT?
COME ON, MY LITTLE BEAUTY.
[Lassie yelps] NOW GO HOME!
GET OUT OF IT!
[laughs] WHAT A DOG.
YOU SEE, LITTLE FELLA,
EVEN YOUR BEST FRIEND
CAN'T STAND B--
- YOU GET UNDERNEATH THE
WAGON. I'LL GET THE CASH.
- RIGHT.
[Toots growling]
SNICKERS, WHERE ARE YA?
- THERE'S NO SIGN OF
HIM UNDER HERE.
- I'M AWARE.
[Toots snarling]
- NO.
- AH!
OOH!
[yapping]
[Toots snarls]
- TOOTS, GET AWAY!
TOOTS!
- YOU BLOOMIN' RAT.
thud!
- [yelling]
GET IT OFF!
[Lassie barks]
I HATE DOGS.
I ALWAYS HAVE.
- HELLO, THERE, MY DARLING.
YOU PUT UP A PRETTY GOOD
FIGHT, DIDN'T YOU, NOW?
[Lassie whimpers]
QUIET, YOUR MAJESTY.
SHE HASN'T MUCH TIME LEFT.
SEVEN YEARS, WE'VE
BEEN TOGETHER,
AND I COULDN'T HAVE ASKED
FOR BETTER COMPANY.
WHAT BLESSINGS HE
HAS TO SPARE,
MAY GOD GIVE THEM
TO YOU NOW.
- THE LORD SAYS HIS
FATHER NOTICES
EVEN THE FALL OF A
SINGLE SPARROW.
SO TRUSTING IN HIM, WE
COMMEND OUR DEAR FRIEND
TO HIS BOSOM.
COME ON, THEN, YOUR MAJESTY.
DON'T WANT TO?
WELL, PERHAPS IT'S
BEST THAT WAY.
STILL WANT TO GO SOUTH,
DO YOU?
WINTER IN THE RIVIERA
WITH ALL THE OTHER
LA-DI-DAHS.
I'D LIKE TO GO WITH YOU,
BUT WINTER'S COMING,
AND I'D BEST BE
GETTING BACK HOME.
BESIDES...
YOU'D ALWAYS BE REMINDING ME
OF MY TOOTS, WOULDN'T YOU,
LASS?
[barks]
HEY.
THAT'S THE PITY OF IT.
YOU CAN UNDERSTAND MY
LANGUAGE, BUT I CAN'T
UNDERSTAND YOURS.
AND IT'S US THAT'S
SUPPOSED TO BE
THE MOST INTELLIGENT.
WE HAD SOME PRETTY GOOD
TIMES TOGETHER, DIDN'T WE?
YEAH. WELL...
OFF YOU GO, THEN.
AND MAY LUCK GO WITH YOU.
OFF YOU GO.
COME ON, THEN, OLD GIRL.
TIME TO HEAD FOR HOME.
- WHAT WAS THAT?
- SOME KIND OF ANIMAL,
DARLING.
A FOX, I SHOULD THINK.
- IT LOOKED BIGGER
THAN A FOX TO ME.
- LOOK, WE'RE HERE.
- WILL GRANDPA HAVE A
CHRISTMAS TREE?
- OF COURSE.
IT'LL BE THE BIGGEST
YOU'VE EVER SEEN.
- CAN WE LIGHT THEM NOW?
- NO, DARLING.
IT'LL BURN DOWN.
IT'S ALL WE'VE GOT LEFT.
WE'LL LIGHT THEM WHEN WE GET
BACK FROM CHURCH.
COME ON. YOU'LL BE LATE
FOR PRACTICE.
children: * O COME,
ALL YE FAITHFUL
* JOYFUL AND TRIUMPHANT
* O COME YE, O COME YE
* TO BETHLEHEM
* COME AND BEHOLD HIM
* BORN THE KING OF ANGELS
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* O COME, LET US ADORE HIM
* CHRIST
- HAPPY CHRISTMAS.
- * THE LORD
- I KNEW YOU'D MAKE IT.
IS IT SNOWING?
- AYE. AYE, IT'S
BEAUTIFUL OUTSIDE.
- AND INSIDE TOO.
- * LEAVING THEIR FLOCKS
* DRAW NIGH TO GAZE
[carol continues in
the distance]
*
[barks]
[barks]
* IN THE BLEAK MIDWINTER
* FROSTY WIND MADE MOAN
* EARTH STOOD HARD AS IRON
* WATER LIKE A STONE
* SNOW HAD FALLEN,
SNOW ON SNOW
* SNOW ON SNOW
* WHAT CAN I GIVE HIM
* POOR AS I AM?
[distant singing]
[dog whimpering]
- CRICKET, WHAT'S THE
MATTER WITH YOU?
YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED
TO BE IN HERE.
WHAT ARE YOU DOING?
- WHERE'S JOE?
- I DON'T KNOW. HE
WAS RIGHT HERE.
- LASSIE.
IT'S LASSIE! SHE'S
COME HOME!
- LISTEN FOR YOURSELF, JOE.
THE HEART'S VERY FAINT,
BUT IT IS THERE.
SHE'S HAD A TERRIBLE ORDEAL,
AND I CAN'T SAY WHETHER IT'S
POSSIBLE SHE'LL SURVIVE IT.
AN ANIMAL DOESN'T KNOW HOW
TO FIGHT FOR LIFE
IN THE WAY A HUMAN
OFTEN CAN.
IT MAY BE THAT,
HAVING GOT HOME
AND HAVING ACHIEVED
WHAT SHE WANTED,
SHE'LL BE CONTENT TO
JUST GO TO SLEEP
AND PASS ON.
- IS THERE
ANYTHING WE CAN DO?
- TRY AND GET HER TO
EAT SOMETHING.
WARM MILK AND BRANDY, I
WOULD SUGGEST.
- WE HAVEN'T GOT ANY BRANDY.
- I'VE GOT SOME.
WE WERE SAVING IT FOR THE
CHRISTMAS PUDDING.
- WE'LL ALL SEE HOW SHE IS
IN THE MORNING.
I'LL COME ROUND FIRST THING.
- [giggling]
- THIS IS FOR YOU. I
MADE IT MYSELF.
- FOR ME?
- AT SCHOOL, I WANTED
TO REMIND MYSELF
THAT IT WAS STILL
POSSIBLE TO ESCAPE.
- DID YOU INDEED?
[chuckles]
[knock at door]
- I KNOW SHE'S HERE,
SO DON'T TRY AND MAKE
ANY TROUBLE.
AND I'VE GOT OFFICERS OF
THE LAW WITH ME
JUST IN CASE YOU DO.
- HE CAN'T TAKE HER, CAN HE?
- THIS IS A SICK ANIMAL.
SHE CAN'T BE MOVED.
- WE HAVE A CERTIFICATE
FROM THE VET HERE
SAYING SHE'S FIT TO TRAVEL.
WELL, GO ON, THEN.
GET ON WITH IT.
- DON'T TOUCH HER.
- I'M SORRY, SAM. WE'VE
SEEN THE PAPERS.
EVERYONE KNOWS YOU SOLD HER.
- SHE'S NOT GOING ANYWHERE
UNLESS I TAKE HER MYSELF.
- THAT WON'T BE NECESSARY.
OFFICERS? - SHE'S
UNDER MY CARE.
I'M RESPONSIBLE FOR HER.
- WHAT DIFFERENCE
DOES IT MAKE?
YOU WANT HER BACK. HE'LL
TAKE HER BACK.
- NO! - YOU CAN COME TOO,
JOE.
- I'M NOT STOPPING
HERE BY MYSELF.
- WELL, I DEMAND AN ESCORT
IN CASE THEY RUN
OFF WITH HER.
THEY'VE TRIED IT BEFORE,
YOU KNOW.
- OH, SHUT UP.
- RIGHT, YOU KEEP AN
EYE ON THEM.
I'LL GET IT SORTED.
- THAT'S IT.
- YOUR GRACE? YOUR GRACE!
[growling]
MR. HYNES IS HERE, YOUR
GRACE, AND HE WAS
MOST INSISTENT--
- I'VE FOUND HER, YOUR
GRACE. I'VE FOUND HER.
I'VE GOT HER OUTSIDE, JUST
LIKE YOU ORDERED.
- LASSIE. HE'S FOUND LASSIE!
- PLEASE,
EVERYBODY STAY HERE.
- I TOLD YOU SHE'D
NOT GET PAST ME.
DETECTIVE WORK, YOUR
GRACE-- MONTHS OF IT.
I KNEW IT'D PAY OFF
IN THE END.
- SHE ARRIVED HERE
CHRISTMAS EVE
VERY POORLY.
WE WERE JUST
LOOKING AFTER HER
UNTIL SHE WERE WELL
ENOUGH TO BRING BACK.
- MM-HMM.
AND WHAT ARE THESE OFFICERS
DOING HERE, EXACTLY?
- WELL, YOUR GRACE, MR.
HYNES HERE SAYS
THAT THIS HERE
ANIMAL IS STOLEN.
QUITE INSISTENT, HE WAS.
- WAS HE INDEED?
WELL, LET'S HAVE A LOOK,
SHALL WE?
WOULD YOU ALLOW ME TO
EXAMINE YOUR ANIMAL,
YOUNG MAN?
WELL, I'LL BE BLOWED.
ALL THE WAY TO BERMUDA AND
BACK AGAIN, WHAT?
- PLEASE-- - QUIET, BOY.
I SUPPOSE YOU THINK I'M
AN OLD BUFFER
WHO'S EASILY FOOLED.
THIS ISN'T MY DOG.
ANY IDIOT CAN SEE THAT.
- SHE MUST BE SOME KIND OF
STRAY YOU PICKED UP.
WELL, DON'T TRY PALMING
HER OFF ON ME.
THE DOG I BOUGHT WAS
BIG AND HEALTHY,
NOT A WORN-OUT OLD MUTT
LIKE THIS ONE.
MR. HYNES HERE KNOWS
THAT VERY WELL.
- YOUR GRACE, LOOK AT
THESE MARKINGS.
I'LL STAKE MY REPUTATION--
- REPUTATION?
MR. HYNES, I THINK WE
ARE BOTH AWARE
WHAT A FRAGILE LITTLE
CREATURE THAT IS.
DON'T BE RIDICULOUS, MAN!
HOW COULD A DOG GET ALL THE
WAY HERE FROM SCOTLAND?
IT'S NEARLY 500
MILES FOR A BIRD,
LET ALONE FOR A DOG
WANDERING ABOUT,
TRYING TO MAKE ITS OWN WAY.
IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.
WOULDN'T YOU AGREE, OFFICER?
- YES, YOUR GRACE.
IF YOU SAY IT'S NOT YOURS,
THEN THAT'S THE END OF IT.
- YOU KEEP HER IF
YOU WANT HER.
NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
NOTHING TO DO WITH ME.
COME ALONG, GIRLIE.
- THAT WAS KIND OF YOU.
- NONSENSE. I'M NOT A
KIND PERSON.
I'M NOT FINISHED YET.
- WHAT DO YOU MEAN?
- YOUR GRACE.
I SWEAR THAT WAS YOUR DOG.
SHE KNEW ME. I COULD TELL.
- MR. HYNES, ARE
YOU STILL HERE?
- YES, SIR.
I MEAN, YOUR GRACE, SIR.
- I'M SORRY, BUT YOU
MUST EXCUSE US.
WE WERE IN THE
MIDDLE OF LUNCH.
SOME OTHER TIME, PERHAPS.
- BUT I'M TELLING YOU--
- SKIPPER, BOATSWAIN.
[dogs growling]
- HELLO, BOYS. REMEMBER ME?
NOW, THEN. NOW, THEN.
LET'S NOT GET TOO EXCITED,
EH?
STAY. STAY.
COR LUMMY.
- I HAVE A PROPOSITION TO
MAKE TO YOU, MR.
CARRACLOUGH.
SINCE THE SAD DEPARTURE
OF MR. HYNES,
WE HAVE A VACANCY
AT THE HALL.
I WONDERED IF YOU'D
BE INTERESTED--
HEAD KENNEL MAN, LOOKING
AFTER MY DOGS.
WHEN THE ARMY IS DONE WITH
YOU, OF COURSE.
THE PAY IS FAIR ENOUGH,
I SHOULD THINK.
- AND HOW MUCH WOULD "FAIR
ENOUGH" BE, EXACTLY?
- OOH, I SHOULD SAY...
- SEVEN POUND?
- GOOD LORD, NO! FIVE AND
NOT A PENNY MORE.
- SIX POUND TEN SHILLING.
- SHALL WE CALL IT
SIX GUINEAS?
- DONE.
- [spits]
YOU DRIVE A HARD BARGAIN,
MRS. CARRACLOUGH.
- AND WHAT ABOUT THE
KENNEL MAN'S COTTAGE
ON THE MOOR?
- AS HEAD KENNEL MAN, YES,
THE COTTAGE WOULD BE YOURS.
YOU'D HAVE TO TAKE
THE FAMILY
AND, OF COURSE, ANY
ANIMALS YOU HAVE.
WOULD THAT BE ACCEPTABLE?
- THANK YOU, YOUR GRACE.
THAT WOULD BE MOST
ACCEPTABLE.
- THAT OLD MUTT OF YOURS
IS LOOKING A LITTLE BETTER,
YOUNG MAN.
- YOU WON'T BE ABLE TO
RECOGNIZE HER
IN A COUPLE OF WEEKS.
- I DON'T DOUBT IT.
[chuckles] I DON'T DOUBT IT.
COME ON, GIRLIE.
NOW, DON'T WRIGGLE.
I CAN'T STAND
ANYONE WRIGGLING.
- SEE? YOU ARE
NICE AFTER ALL.
- NONSENSE.
I SWORE I'D HAVE THAT DOG,
AND NOW I'VE GOT HER.
I JUST HAD TO BUY THE
MAN AS WELL.
I THINK I'VE GOT A BARGAIN.
DON'T YOU?
[laughs]
[bicycle bell rings]
- GOOD MORNING, MRS.
CARRACLOUGH.
IS JOE HERE?
- HELLO. AYE, HE'S INSIDE.
GO ON. IN YOU GO
AND SEE HIM.
- WHERE ARE THEY?
- SHH. UNDER THE STAIRS.
- [gasps]
HOW MANY?
- SEVEN. - SEVEN.
THEY ARE SO BEAUTIFUL.
ARE THEY STILL BLIND?
- NO, THEY GET THEIR EYES
OPEN WHEN THEY'RE
TEN DAYS OLD.
THEY'LL BE RUNNING ABOUT ON
THEIR OWN SOON ENOUGH.
[puppies barking]
[sweeping orchestral music]
*