Lassie Page #3

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?

(latch on door)

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.

(clock chimes)

(Lassie whimpers)

HYNES:
Hey.

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 yelps)

(barks)

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!

Urhh!

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?

- 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,

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.

Boecausoe woe'roe poor?

Well, times are not what they were, Joe.

And your mother said

I was smoking too much, anyway.

Listen.

I'm going to have to go away

for a little while.

To fight in the war?

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)

THE DUKE:

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.

(birdsong)

(horn blares)

(metallic thud)

(engine cuts out)

Bloody... lunatic animal!

Go on, get out of it!

Before I do something I'll regret.

Go on! Get out of it!

(rumbling)

- Hungry, are you?

- I always eat when I'm worried.

There's no time for that.

She's been spotted.

- Where?

- On the road, ten miles south of here.

A farmhand saw her on his way to work

and called the police.

What are we waiting for? Come on!

- What about your breakfast?

- I'm not worried any more.

(car approaches)

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!

- Step away from the animal, please.

- Come on, Nellie.

Step away, please. I've got her.

Come on.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Keep that gate closed!

THE DUKE:
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.

(door slams)

M A:

W hat hmaodoe you so atoe?

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?

It were near four,

and I heard a dog barking.

And I thought it were... Lassie.

Ass oe?

Bloody Lassie?

If I hear that dog's name mentioned

one more time,

I swear I'll walk out

and leave the pair of you!

As if I haven't got enough to cope with!

(door slams)

(chickens cluck)

(clucking intensifies)

Who's there?

Is somebody after my chickens?

(gun is cocked)

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!

(Lassie pants)

FIRST MAN:

236 against Surrey.

SECOND MAN:

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.

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.

- But that's impossible.

- Aye.

She would have to go round.

Go round? 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.

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?

(reel spins rapidly)

Come on, darling.

WOMAN:

This is where Sarah 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?

Do I have to be a number?

Of course, dear. Every girl is.

Like the army.

(murmur of conversations)

Don't worry about me.

I know how to look after myself.

Know

Joe...

I'm relying on you, lad.

Don't let me down.

(truck engine starts up)

WOMAN:

Goodbye, love.

See you soon.

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 tolls)

(handbell)

Come along, everybody!

Rise and shine!

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