Lassie Page #2

I walked my feet off for 20 miles

in every direction.

There's nothing in the whole county.

- (conversation continues)

- (whispers) Lass. Lassie!

PA:
We can't. I know we can't.

It's not fair on the boy.

MA:
Keep your voice down.

I don't want him woken.

It's not fair on you.

It's not fair on any of us.

But we have rent to pay.

Mr Grimes won't keep us on't slate for ever.

And how am I expected

to put food on't table?

PA:
We'll find a way.

(The Duke sighs)

(door opens)

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 rings)

Be brave, darling.

I'll be back before you know it.

Hm?

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.

(engine starts)

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.

THE DUKE:

Isn't she something?

I thought you said

they wanted to keep her.

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?

Erm... Matter, Your Grace?

Look at her, man.

Well... you mean her not taking her food?

Used to table scraps and all sorts,

I should say.

They've 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.

(tuts)

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 rings)

(whines)

(whimpers)

Good boy.

Thanks, Peters.

Lassie, I've got to have a bath before tea,

but I'll be back straight after. I promise.

(whimpers)

(whines)

(barks)

CLASS:

5 sevens are 35.

6 sevens are 42.

7 sevens are 49.

8 sevens are 56.

9 sevens are 63.

(whimpers)

(handbell rings)

Lassie!

Lassie.

How did you get here?

Come on. I'll take you home.

Get in there!

I don't want any more of your tricks.

Do you understand?

You can't blame the boy.

You can't look after your own property.

You've no cause to talk to me like that,

Sam Carraclough.

I know you've trained it to run.

It won't happen again. Make no mistake.

(dog yaps)

(barks)

(farmer whistles)

(bleating)

Will you get them out of the way!

Come on! Oi!

(horn beeps)

Oi!

Somebody stop her!

(bleating)

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.

THE DUKE:
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.

You understand?

Bad dog.

CILLA:

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.

(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 know dogs.

You just want to go home, don't you?

Well, that makes two of us.

So do I.

(sets of footsteps)

(footsteps approaching)

(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 will be goodbye to Yorkshire,

for you, my girl.

(chuckles)

(barks)

Oof!

Get out of the way, you idiot!

(hammering on door)

HYNES:

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 doesn't belong to us, Joe.

Not any more.

Come on.

Ass

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, I'm in all right.

Don't worry about that.

Eh, eh, keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

Here. Let me help you.

BAGPIPES:

# 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

what we've been looking for.

- Good morning, Grandfather.

- Morning, Cilla.

- Good morning, Lassie.

- Careful, miss.

- She's a nasty temper on her.

- No, she hasn't.

THE DUKE:

What do you think, Hey Hey?

Huh? What do you think of her, boy?

(barks)

She's saying hello.

(barks)

Best keep 'em apart,

till she learns some manners.

Exercise is what she needs.

That will cheer her up.

Keep her on a lead,

but I want her to get used to

the other dogs as soon as possible.

Come on. 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.

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