Greyfriars Bobby: The True Story of a Dog Page #4

And a serving maid to wait on him.

Hold your grumbling.

I'll get him some scraps.

There now. Stop your strugglin'.

A trespasser. That's what you are.

No dogs permitted.

That's the rule.

You'll no' beguile me

because, doggie, you're going out.

Out! That's where you're goin'.

He's a bonny wee thing.

Ya cannot deny that, Jamie.

I was wishing you did no' have

to send him away.

I have my duty to the minister

and the kirk authorities.

I will no' discuss the matter.

There's no rule against

his living here wi' us.

Wi' us?

Woman, I'll have no dog in my house.

He'd be company for me...

for us, Jamie.

Man. You used to say

yourself years ago

that a dog could be

as much company as a bairn.

Aye. And make just as much noise.

Bobby, come here. I have work to do.

You're no' beguiling me.

Now then. There you are.

Rat killin' and all.

Look, "No dogs permitted" is the rule.

So out you go. Away with ya.

Run along. Go on with ya! Aye.

Come along, girls.

And this, girls, is Greyfriars kirkyard,

the last resting place

of many distinguished people

who have helped to shape

the history of Scotland.

Open the gates, caretaker.

And mind, girls,

not to tread on the grass.

Aye. Back a wee bit then.

And good riddance.

Jessie, Hamish, where ya going?

- Ailie, come.

- What?

It's the wee dog.

Come on!

It's him, I think.

- He looks clean and brushed.

- But it's him all right.

He won't be easy to catch

when Mr. Brown's around.

No. We'll never catch him.

Whisht! All of ya!

Mr. Traill will give us

a shilling if we do.

Now remember, he told Ailie,

so listen here to me.

I'll go to the front gate

and keep Mr. Brown talking

while you climb the wall

and catch the wee dog.

- Thank you, caretaker.

- You're welcome, ma'am.

- Good day.

- Good day, ma'am.

Good mornin', Mr. Brown.

- What do you want?

- Why are the gates closed today?

To keep out bairns and dogs

that make a disturbance.

I don't know what you're up to,

but do no' hang around my gates.

No bairns from the tenements

in my kirkyard.

- I will no' have them.

- Aye, I can see that.

Catch him, Ailie!

Out of here.

Out of there, all of ya!

How did that dog get in here? Come on.

Oh, my goodness!

Out!

I never... Aye.

You're a lot of blackguards.

Come away in.

It is no' locked.

- We brought you the wee dog.

- Aye, we caught him.

- Where did ya find it?

- Sittin' in the kirkyard.

He wasn't hiding.

He was sittin' on a stone.

Like he was livin' there.

You told Ailie to bring him here.

How did ya get back, Bobby?

And when?

And, man, you're all clean and brushed.

Can it be you're no' hungry?

Shall we see?

- Do we get the shilling, Mr. Traill?

- In a minute.

Mr. Traill must be rich, Tammy.

- Here. Bobby.

- Aye.

Now, Bobby, come on. Here.

I said a shilling for finding him,

and a shilling it is... amongst six of ya:

It's a tuppence each.

He's givin' the wee dog chicken.

Real chicken?

To a wee dog.

Ailie, go and lock the street doors.

Aye, lock them.

I'm no' open for customers yet.

I was gonna have my own dinner first.

As I can't eat alone,

we'll have a picnic.

What's a picnic?

Isn't that some kind of a cake?

No, laddie. It's... well, when you have

a whole lot to eat and ya share it.

Picnics are for summer

when ya eat outdoors.

No, Tammy! It's like I said. You can have

a picnic at any time at all.

Here. I'll show you.

I've forgotten yours.

Here. There you are.

Go on! Into the kitchen.

Do no' stand with your mouths open.

Serve six dishes of the chicken stew

on the corner table there.

Mr. Traill's got so much dinner

he can't eat it all himself.

Come on now. Set yourselves down.

Mind your manners. Come on.

Ailie, pass the bread.

Chicken! Jings! I've never eaten it.

Bobby! You've finished.

You're just in time to join the picnic.

Malcolm! I said mind your manners.

Tammy. Say grace.

For what we are about to receive...

Amen.

- I didn't hear you.

- I was no' speakin' to you.

Eat.

Tammy. It's just like the tales

ya make up in your head.

- Aye, it is.

- Does he make up tales?

Aye. And he can read too.

Can he now?

Aye! Like how he saves

the queen from drowning

and we all get invited to a banquet

at her castle...

Stop it, will you?

It's just foolishness, Mr. Traill.

Aye. And about him having grown

two new legs to run about on.

Foolishness like that.

Tammy. We shall have

to take you to the infirmary.

I've many good friends there.

Doctors that eat here.

If they canno' give ya new legs,

they can give ya a pair of crutches

that are the next best thing.

Eh, Bobby?

Come on, Bobby.

We're no' wanted here.

Get on with your work.

Have ya ever had bread that's soft

like this and not hard?

Well, I'm glad you came back, Bobby.

Though I don't know how you did it.

And I wish you'd stay with me.

I'm not a bad man to live with.

And I'm sick and tired o' livin' alone.

I even envy old Jock.

For having someone

to grieve over his going.

You think I'm a fool, don't ya?

Well, everybody knows that.

That's no' so bad.

You're somethin' foolish yourself, laddie.

He's no' comin' any more.

I'm no' heedin' ye.

You're a fool dog.

You've good fire and good company.

And it's bitter cold out there.

Stop that noise down there!

All right. All right.

But you're a pest of a dog.

Now I'll have to go

wi' ya to the kirkyard.

You'll no' get in there now.

It's locked.

So you've come back.

You can wag your fool tail.

Keeping me waiting here in the cold.

Well... come in, ya wee fool.

Good evening, Mr. Brown.

I thought there was a strict regulation

against dogs in the kirkyard.

Aye, there is. The dog will sleep

in my house the night, if that concerns you.

He'll no' sleep in anybody's house.

No' in yours maybe.

But my wife, Jeanie, has taken a fancy

to the dog. And he to us.

Aye. We found him this morning

all covered with mud and tired out.

- We washed him and he's grateful.

- And I feed him.

And bring him

into the kirkyard at night in the cold

and against the law.

The dog will sleep in my house

every night.

And you've no need to bother

feeding him any more, Mr. Traill.

The wee dog has turned to us.

So good night to ya.

Bobby! Here! Where're ya off to?

Come here, boy!

So there ye are.

Now you come to my house or out you go.

Ya canno' be living there.

I told you that.

If ya come into the house,

you can sleep before the fire.

But you canno' sleep here, laddie.

You see, I'll lose my job.

Thank ya, Bobby.

That's a good boy.

Because I want ya

to come to the house.

Whisht! Hold your tongue!

Ya never know who your friends are.

Man or dog.

Jamie, are ya there?

- Has the wee dog come back?

- Aye, he's come back.

But no' to us.

Come on, Bobby. That's a good boy.

Can none of you bairns

leave my dog alone?

- He's not your dog.

- He lives here!

He's at Mr. Traill's as much as here,

and out playin' with us

even more than that.

- Bobby's a very independent dog.

- More big words, is it?

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