Lassie Page #4
- PG
- Year:
- 1994
- 94 min
- 572 Views
too much of your time.
Come on.
I'm sorry we couldn't work
something out, Pete.
Honey!
Honey, what are you doing?
Don't worry. He's pressuring
himself more than we ever will.
Hey, hold up a minute.
The flock is yours
if you can pay today.
- You'll have the money by 5 o'clock.
- All right.
You were right.
Just one more thing: you got 10 days to
get them out of here. Can you do that?
What are you doing?
Real funny!
That was a good one, right?
Over there.
Well, there it is.
That's our farm.
Good little horse.
Never been on him before.
Good little horse...
- What's wrong with this horse, Jim?
- I don't know, sir.
- Josh?
- Nothing, sir. His steps are good.
But there is something else wrong.
- It's with the sheep.
- The sheep?
The new people at the Collins place
set their collie on our flock.
It drove every one of them
off that south pasture.
Well, we can stand here talking about it
or take our hands out of our pockets
and get down to business
and drive them back.
Yes, sir. We would've had it done,
but we can't.
They got a fence going up,
all the way across.
A fence? Lmagine that.
Come on, Lassie!
Say, where are you going
with my sheep?
I thought we had a deal, Pete?
We did. They're paying more money,
it's simple business.
Buying sheep is simple. Making a living
off of them isn't so simple. Right, Pete?
Now, don't misunderstand me.
I can buy sheep anywhere.
Anywhere, anyplace.
This flock is yours. I'm just here
in case you want to reconsider.
Reconsider? Why should we?
Pete's a full-time farmer.
He couldn't cut it. Ever think about that?
- We're aware of the risks.
- That's a good thing.
I'm sure you've tied up
a good deal of money.
Want me to tell 'em about your business?
Pastures of grazing that aren't yours.
You know, you sure got a lot braver
since you stopped working for me.
I hate to interrupt these pleasantries,
but we are on a schedule here,
and thanks a lot for your concern, Sam.
All right. It was nice meeting you,
neighbour.
Come on, boys, let's leave
these ranchers do their work.
Good job, Lassie. All right.
Hi.
Howdy.
"Howdy"?
Well, yeah, we're ranchers now.
Now, listen...
I just want you to know
that I am really proud of you,
and not just for the ranch and sheep
and all of that, but for everything.
And...
...your mom would have
been proud of you, too.
- Hey, Dad...
- Yeah?
- Do you still miss her?
- Sure I do.
No, I mean...
I mean now,
with Laura and everything.
I love Laura. But that doesn't mean
I'll ever stop loving your mom.
- I don't know if I do.
- What?
Love her.
I mean, I try and I try.
All I can remember is
a couple of things at the end.
And you know,
those kind of go stale after a while.
I'm glad we came here.
I am, too.
- Let's go, Matt.
- We've got to pick up those supplies.
Come on, Lassie.
Prepare to scare the hell
out of them sheep!
Yeah!
All right, Lass... Lassie?
- Grandpa, where's Lassie?
- She must have jumped off.
All right, let's head back.
Len, I'll be right behind you.
Come on, sheep!
Lassie!
Dumb dog! Get away!
Jim, he's got my foot!
Get away!
Lassie!
We were worried about you.
- There she is. She came home.
- Well, what do you know.
Nothing wrong after all.
- What in the hell is this?
- A fence.
We've talked about your sheep
overrunning this pasture...
I guess you've been meaning to do it,
but when I saw the fence at the Collins',
I figured I'd save you the trouble
and take care of it myself.
Hello, Delbert? Sam Garland.
Listen, I need a pick-up,
day after tomorrow, early a.m.
Going to the Benton market, OK?
There's one thing different...
Come to the back side of the mountain.
Hi, April?
It's me, Matt.
I was just calling because the fair
starts tomorrow night.
I was thinking
that maybe we could go together.
To learn more about livestock
and everything.
Oh, you can?
Great, OK.
Bye.
What?
April? Josh.
Are you going to the fair
tomorrow night?
Yeah? Me, too.
What say I pick you up about 6.30?
Who?
Well, maybe I'll see you there.
No, it's OK. Bye.
Nice try!
- That was real nice.
- Did you see that flip?
- Cotton candy!
- Come on.
Here we go. 9 moving out in front
right away... Here comes 11.
Go for it!
9, 11 and 14. Here comes 12,
squeezing in there.
- Come on, 14. Yeah!
- The winner is 14!
There you go.
- Here you go.
- How sweet. Thanks.
Come on, Lassie.
Would you like to try one?
OK.
Look at the calf. Isn't it cute?
See how big this one is?
His breeder is the best in the county.
- Look at that guy's horns.
- He's won the most blue ribbons.
- Hi, Grandpa!
- Hey, princess.
Come on!
- I heard they make you dizzy.
- Only the first time.
What a geek!
Give me one.
- Hey, April.
- Hi, Josh.
- Hey, April. Hey, Kelly.
- Hi, Jim.
- Speaking of geeks...
- Shut up, Josh.
Oh, April standing by her man!
Real cute.
Too bad he's not going
to be here next year.
- Want one, geek?
- No, I quit.
Real cool. Too bad you look
like a f*ggot with that earring.
I like his earring.
In fact... Can I have it?
Sure.
- Thanks.
- Come on, Jim.
Stay.
- Thanks for coming to the fair with me.
- I had a good time.
Goodnight.
Come on, Lassie.
She's my girl, geek!
Get off of me!
How do you like that?
Get off!
Get off!
Call her off!
- There you go.
- Thanks.
How's the knee?
- It's not that bad.
- Let me see.
You should have seen the other guy!
- This is really nice of you.
- What are stepmothers for?
Sorry.
I wish there was something else
I could call you.
I can't call you "Mom"
and "Stepmother" is too dweeby.
What's wrong with "Laura"?
Oh, I don't know. I guess
you're more than that, too.
Hey, why are you crying?
Matt...
Quiet! Quiet! Take it easy,
don't make so much noise.
You were out an hour ago.
All right, you're the boss.
What took you so long?
Come on, you stupid dog! Come on!
Let's get her in the truck!
OK, Pop, go on.
That ought to hold you.
What?
What is it, girl?
Where's our sheep?
Where are they, girl?
Yeah, those are ours. Come on,
Lassie, let's get them back home.
- Bye, Dad.
- Hey... Is your brother up yet?
He's gonna miss the bus.
Have a good day.
- Matt!
- He isn't in there.
Hey, Matt!
Matt?
Oh, my God!
Honey...
Honey, the sheep are gone.
Matt!
Matt!
Good, Lassie.
Easy, easy, girl.
Where are you going with our sheep?
These aren't your sheep.
They're on our land.
Put them back!
Now!
It's all right. Go home, Lassie!
No!
God!
Damn you!
That's my old man's best rifle.
Go on, Lassie. Go home!
Help!
Help me!
Help! Help me!
Dad!
Take my hand!
Matt!
Matt!
Help!
Matt!
Matt!
Lassie, swim to the tree.
- Lassie!
- No!
Swim, Lassie! Swim!
Lassie!
Swim, Lassie!
Lassie!
Lassie!
Come on.
It's all right.
Josh! Jim!
Oh, Dad!
Matt saved Josh's life.
I can't tell you how sorry I am.
- We didn't even get to bury her.
- I know.
But in a way she'll always be here,
Translation
Translate and read this script in other languages:
Select another language:
- - Select -
- 简体中文 (Chinese - Simplified)
- 繁體中文 (Chinese - Traditional)
- Español (Spanish)
- Esperanto (Esperanto)
- 日本語 (Japanese)
- Português (Portuguese)
- Deutsch (German)
- العربية (Arabic)
- Français (French)
- Русский (Russian)
- ಕನ್ನಡ (Kannada)
- 한국어 (Korean)
- עברית (Hebrew)
- Gaeilge (Irish)
- Українська (Ukrainian)
- اردو (Urdu)
- Magyar (Hungarian)
- मानक हिन्दी (Hindi)
- Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Italiano (Italian)
- தமிழ் (Tamil)
- Türkçe (Turkish)
- తెలుగు (Telugu)
- ภาษาไทย (Thai)
- Tiếng Việt (Vietnamese)
- Čeština (Czech)
- Polski (Polish)
- Bahasa Indonesia (Indonesian)
- Românește (Romanian)
- Nederlands (Dutch)
- Ελληνικά (Greek)
- Latinum (Latin)
- Svenska (Swedish)
- Dansk (Danish)
- Suomi (Finnish)
- فارسی (Persian)
- ייִדיש (Yiddish)
- հայերեն (Armenian)
- Norsk (Norwegian)
- English (English)
Citation
Use the citation below to add this screenplay to your bibliography:
Style:MLAChicagoAPA
"Lassie" Scripts.com. STANDS4 LLC, 2024. Web. 22 Dec. 2024. <https://www.scripts.com/script/lassie_12230>.
Discuss this script with the community:
Report Comment
We're doing our best to make sure our content is useful, accurate and safe.
If by any chance you spot an inappropriate comment while navigating through our website please use this form to let us know, and we'll take care of it shortly.
Attachment
You need to be logged in to favorite.
Log In