Lassie Come Home Page #2

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I wouldn't put it past

that Mr. Know-it-all Hynes...

to steal the best part of the dog meat

for himself.

By gum, she does look a bit poorly.

I better get her a little something.

She could do with it, or I don't know dogs.

But the minute she's fed, back she goes.

That's no way to do it, lad.

If you're going to do it,

you ought to learn to do it right.

Sit, girl. Here, now.

Now, Sam, that's enough brushing.

Let her eat her food,

and take her back to where she belongs.

You wouldn't have me take her back

looking like a mucky Monday wash.

Look, Sam,

if you don't hurry her back soon...

It's that man Hynes.

I thought so.

I thought as how I'd find her here.

I was cleaning her up a bit,

then I were off to bring her back.

Yes, I'll bet you was.

It so happens I'll take her back myself...

seeing as how I happened to drop in,

as you might say.

I wasn't born yesterday.

I know all about you Yorkshiremen

and your come-home dogs...

training them to run back home,

so you can sell them to someone else.

It won't work with me,

'cause I know a trick or two myself, I do...

Well, good evening.

I won't have him walking in here

and keeping his hat on...

as if he's the very Duke himself.

And all on account of a dog.

She's gone.

And if you ask me, good riddance!

Now happen we can have a little peace.

I hope I never see her again. I do that!

You won't get out now, milady.

Not if I know anything.

Come on. Where is she?

- So that's why he's not home.

- Aye.

They're together, him and Lassie.

She's got away again.

He's run away with her

so that we can't take her back.

Come now, lass, don't thee worry.

The lad will not have gone far.

I think I know where he'll be.

I'll be off to find her.

Come on, now,

where's that there dog of mine?

Take thy hat off.

Don't you start no trouble.

You better not start no trouble now.

Get along home with you. The dog

will be there as soon as I can find her.

It's all right, Lassie.

We can live out here on the moors,

and they'll never find us.

We can live in the caves.

Happen I can run errands for the butcher...

and he'll give me scraps of meat for you,

and perhaps even a bone.

And then we'd never have to go home.

The Duke will never find you.

And we can always be together.

Come on, lad.

- For me?

- Yes.

Thank you, dear.

Who are those people, Grandfather?

- What are you doing with my dog?

- It's Lassie, sir.

I'm not blind, my good man,

but what are you doing with her?

She's run away again,

and I'm bringing her back.

What, again? Has she run away before?

I'm bringing her back again, sir.

Coming, Your Grace.

Has this dog ever run away before?

- Sir, it's this way...

- Did she or didn't she?

In a way, sir, she did.

She dug her way out.

I didn't want to disturb you about her,

and I'll see she don't get away again.

Yes, you'd better. You're an idiot, Hynes.

I'm beginning to think

you're an utter nincompoop. Pen her up.

If she gets out again, you can get out, too.

- Thank you for bringing her back.

- Yes, sir.

I'll pen her up.

And if she ever tries to get away... Here.

I brought my lad with me today

to pen her up.

It's him she runs home to see.

He'll pen her up and bid her stay.

I'm sorry I didn't notice

I was stepping on thy foot.

- The kennels are over here.

- Come along, Joe lad.

Come on, now. Get in with you.

Come along, Lassie, get inside here.

Come on.

Come along now, lad.

Get it over with. Bid her stay...

and tell her

she can't be coming home no more.

Stay here and bide happy, Lassie.

Don't come home no more.

Don't run away no more...

because thou doesn't belong

to us anymore.

We're not allowed to see thee ever.

You've got a nice place here...

so don't plague us by come running home.

Stay here and leave us be.

Don't ever come home again.

- Please, Joe.

- What do you want?

I hope you won't worry too much

about Lassie.

I'll take care of her. Really, I will.

I'll take care of her for you.

So you won't have to worry any at all.

There's nothing much you can do...

with these fine kennels and a special man

and all to take care of her.

But there must be something I can do,

isn't there, now?

When her coat gets a little dull...

you might try straining her water

through some linseed.

- That picks her up a bit.

- I will.

Is there anything else?

Come along, Joe lad. Come.

It isn't good for her to be in that cage

all the time.

Lassie likes a good walk, Lassie does.

She needs the exercise.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Poor Lassie.

Poor Lassie.

Poor girl.

You're not angry with me, are you, Father?

No, Joe. A father can't get truly angry

at his own lad. Never.

It's just that he wants you to understand

how things are.

And you mustn't think

we're too hard on thee.

We don't want to be.

It's just that...

Back of it all, Joe,

a chap's got to be honest.

Never thee forget it all thy entire life.

And there's a funny thing about honesty.

There's no two ways about it.

There's only one way about it.

Honest is honest. Do you see?

It's about Lassie you're talking.

Joe, when you've sold a chap something...

and you've taken his brass,

and you've spent it...

then done is done.

Lassie was sold, and that's all.

- But we always fed her before.

- Before, I was working.

You can't feed a dog on the dole,

and you can't feed a family on it, either.

- No, Joe, Lassie's better off.

- Maybe she'll get away.

No, lad, nay.

The Duke's taking her off to Scotland.

- Scotland?

- Aye.

Her and half a dozen

other likely show dogs.

As soon as the shows are over,

she's to go back to Scotland...

and she's never to come

to Yorkshire anymore.

Keep your head up. Keep it up, I say.

Good morning, Your Grace, Miss Priscilla.

- So how is she, Hynes?

- Looking better, Your Grace.

It must be this here Scottish air.

It seems to agree with her.

Her coat could be shinier.

Looks a little dull to me.

If you try straining her water

through some linseed...

it would make her look better.

Linseed, Miss Priscilla?

My dear, how did you know about that?

I just happen to know, that's all.

Somebody told me once.

It's an old Yorkshireman's trick,

and a very good one.

- You better try it, Hynes.

- Yes, sir.

Come along, child.

Can't keep the horses waiting all day.

Linseed.

Keep your head up. Keep it up, will you?

- Grandfather!

- All right, coming.

A fella can't even take a ride in peace.

Now what's the matter, child?

Lassie. She's chained, Grandfather.

She needs exercise,

and she can't get it that way.

Coming, Your Grace.

Hynes, what's that dog doing on a chain?

Sir, I had to do it.

Every afternoon she tears and scratches

at her pen and might do herself an injury.

You told me to be sure

not to let her escape again.

I never said put her on a chain.

No dog of mine goes on a chain,

understand that!

- That dog needs exercise.

- But, sir, if I let her...

Put her on a leash

and walk with her yourself, lazy idiot.

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