Lassie

Synopsis: 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.
Director(s): Charles Sturridge
Production: Roadside/Samuel Goldwyn Films
  2 wins & 4 nominations.
 
IMDB:
6.7
Metacritic:
84
Rotten Tomatoes:
93%
PG
Year:
2005
100 min
$548,277
Website
194 Views


(ferocious barking)

(hunting horn)

(barking continues)

(huntsman calls out)

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.

The doctor said

you weren't to exert yourself.

- Are you a student of medicine?

- No, Your Grace. I'm a chauffeur.

- Then let's stick to what we know.

- Perhaps you should let me drive.

He's right, Grandpa. The doctor said...

Fresh air and light exercise.

That was the doctor's advice, and I'm taking it.

WOMAN:
Come on, William.

(barking)

GIRL:
Doesn't this thing go any faster?

That's my girl. Hang on!

(barking in distance)

(hunting horn)

(horse whinnies)

(car horn beeps)

(hunting horn)

(barks)

(barking, and hunting horn)

(whining)

(low growl)

(panting)

(whimper)

(single bark)

(bark)

(barks twice)

- What's going on?

Come on, Pomfert! 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.

(woman mutters)

Urgh!

- (chuckling)

- Who threw this? Eh?

Who threw this?

I'll have the police on you.

Do you hear me? I'll have the police!

Ruddy rabble!

Come on, Pomfert. Out of it!

The er... 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.

- What are you waiting for?

- Well, I...

- This is a fox hunt, isn't it?

Yes, Your Grace.

A fox hunt. Right.

(clanking)

(barking)

(dog sniffs)

HYNES:
Come on, open this gate!

Eh? Come on, you lazy swine!

Open this gate.

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,

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.

- What's it doing down here?

(barking in distance)

- Sssh! 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!

Right...

Let's see what they make of that, then.

(barking in distance)

(dog whines)

(howls)

(whining and howling)

FEMALE TEACHER:

...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?

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.

(ruler thwacks)

Back.

Now 8 nto 40

Quickly, anybody.

Yes?

(whimpers)

Ooh, is it time, Lass?

(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.

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.

(clock chimes)

(handbell rings)

(Lassie barks once)

It's all right, Lass.

They're not hurting so much now.

Come on.

Let's go home.

GIRL:
Snap!

THE DUKE:
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.

Daodody says onodon sn't safoe

boecausoe t hoeroe's go ng to boe a war

Nonsense!

Snap!

Now we'll see who's concentrating.

(both slam cards down)

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.

BOTH:

Snap!

That's a draw so they 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.

- (ferocious barking)

Skipper.

Bo'sun.

Well?

- He wouldn't sell, Your Grace.

- What do you mean?

How far did you go?

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.

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 any more.

(stair creaks)

(door opens)

Come on, Lass.

You know you're not supposed to be up here.

Good night.

Mam?

Joe.

- What did that man want?

- Nothing to bother yourself with.

Now, cohmoe on Go to s oeoep

Dad wouldn't sell her, though, would he?

Those big ears 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)

(door opens)

WOMAN:

Sarah, quick. Get your coat.

- Is someone hurt?

- It's worse than that.

(second whistle blast)

(urgent murmuring)

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)

OFFICER:
Come on. Get back.

Back, please.

Come on. Move back.

What is it? What's happening, Ma?

Closing the mine down, Joe.

They say there's not enough coal.

What's the matter? Does he not see us?

No, hoe soeoes us, Jooe oe soeoes us

Come on.

Thank you, Patterson.

Daisy, my dear.

You look exhausted.

Charlie sends his love.

His commission just came through.

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.

Hop into bed and I'll read you a story.

Oh, I've missed you so much.

Why don't you take me back with you?

I can't.

Not yoet, anyway odon't know

whoeroe Daodody's go ng to boe postoeod

It's all very last-minute.

They nearly wouldn't let him join up at all.

I wish they hadn't.

I know, my darling. So do I.

PA:
It's not just me.

There's others talking the same.

MA:
What good will it do us

if you get yourself killed?

PA:
What else am I supposed to think of?

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Eric Knight

Eric Mowbray Knight (April 10, 1897 – January 15, 1943) was an English novelist and screenwriter, who is mainly known for his 1940 novel Lassie Come-Home, which introduced the fictional collie Lassie. He took American citizenship in 1942 shortly before his death. more…

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