Lassie Come Home Page #4

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about tykes, Toots?

Throw meat on the road and it's no go.

She's a lady, Toots...

and only be eating out of bowls.

Not like you and me.

I'm afraid we'll have to mend

our table manners, Toots.

Here's a few more words

you can mark down, Toots.

Before the end of the week,

she'll be helping us in our act.

Come on, then.

Up.

Coming along, girl? Come on.

Bowls and pots, I've got lots.

Bring out your penny or you won't get any.

Come on, ladies, don't be bashful. Step up.

You all know me.

Rowlie Palmer. I come here every year.

Feel that.

- How much?

- Couple of bob to you, and cheap at that.

- How much is it?

- A bob. Tea for two for a bob.

Here! Stepped on by elephants!

Yes, kicked by hippopotami!

It's that strong,

you couldn't break it with an ax.

When does Toots do her tricks,

Mr. Palmer?

Why, immediately, my little love.

Make way there, will you?

Give the dog a bit of room.

Let the dog see the rabbit, immediately.

Toots will come out,

and Toots will surprise you.

That's right. There.

One, two, three, four.

All right, Toots.

All right, Toots. You can begin now.

Why, what's the matter?

You're waiting for someone.

Her Majesty hasn't arrived

for command performance, is that it?

Why, here she comes now.

Now, Toots, go and pick up blue ring.

Come on.

There.

Now then, not many little dogs

could go through this hoop...

but you could, couldn't you, Toots?

Come on.

Now, Toots,

how about a nice ride on the ball?

But doesn't the collie do anything?

Why, you wouldn't expect royalty

to perform, would you?

Would you like to do some work, girl?

Would you like to pick up these things?

Pick up these things!

May it please Your Majesty,

as a favor to me...

will you please pick up the things?

You see? Always remember to say

"please" and you get more in this world.

Thank you, ladies. Goodbye, one and all.

Show's over. I'll be back again next year.

Rowlie, it was grand.

I loved it even more than me pot.

- Doing all right, ain't he?

- Not half, he ain't.

Don't forget,

money back if not satisfied, thou knows.

There's a good dog.

I think she'll be an addition to our act,

don't you, Toots?

Here, come on.

That's a girl.

There, you've been good dogs.

Go and play. You did a good show today.

Excuse me, milady. I forgot.

Pardon me, Your Majesty.

Here.

She's a fine dog, Toots...

but she'll never be as smart as thee,

my sweetheart.

Mucky weather ahead, if I know it.

Smells like winter to me, Toots.

There's the smell of snow.

We'll be getting home soon.

There'll be a warm,

fire-lit hearth waiting us...

and roasting chestnuts,

and a good bone for you...

and maybe a nip or two

of something invigorating for me.

Hold your dogs.

It's all right. We ain't doing nothing.

Quiet, both of you. Get back.

That's good of you, mate.

What you having, tea?

Ain't that nice? Could you just spare

two homeless chaps...

what's looking for work

a couple of swallows to warm them up?

No, you don't.

Come on, now. Where is it? If you're nice

and hand it over without trouble...

we won't hurt you. Will we, Snickers?

Of course not, Buckles.

- We won't so much as touch him.

- That's right.

But if you're looking for trouble,

we'll let you have it. Where is it?

If you'll just give me time,

I'll hand it right over to you.

Go on, before I give you another one.

You blooming little rat!

You dirty swine.

Come back, girl.

You were a good one.

Weren't you?

You were a good one.

Will you come up and sit beside me,

Your Majesty?

Will you keep me company going home?

Come here, Your Majesty.

You won't come, then?

Perhaps it's best at that.

I'd like to go on with you...

but stock's low, and I must be

getting back home for winter.

Besides, you'd never really fit in with me

like Toots did.

And you'd always be reminding me of her.

Not that you haven't been a good dog.

You understand a lot, don't you?

Forgive me.

At first I thought you were a coward.

But it's not that, nay.

There's summat else about thee, my lass.

And I'd dearly love to be inside thy mind

and know what it is.

That's the pity of it.

You can understand

some of man's language...

but man isn't bright enough

to understand thine.

And yet it's us that's supposed to be

the most intelligent.

You know, sometimes I think

you didn't come along with me...

as much as you let me

come along with you...

as long as our roads lay together.

And now...

you'll be off

about whatever business it is you're on.

I'll be lonely.

No thee, and no Toots.

But then, I always did say,

"If a man doesn't like to be alone...

"he shouldn't never pick the job

of traveling peddlar."

That's goodbye.

May luck go with thee.

Off you go.

On you go, then.

And good luck.

There's a likely looking collie.

Aye, and it's got no license on it.

- No luck, Sam?

- No luck.

And a hole in my right shoe, for my pains.

I must have walked 20 miles today.

"No work," they say,

"and hundreds out of work, like you."

Do you know what Joe says?

He says Lassie took our luck.

He does say that when Lassie were home,

things were better.

There's no luck about it.

When a man wants work and can't get it,

it's summat more than luck.

I know. There's no sense to it.

I was just saying what Joe said.

He's a good lad, Sam.

He is. A good lad.

She's come all the way from Scotland.

Poor dog.

She must have traveled hundreds of miles.

- You better get her a little milk.

- There isn't any milk, Sam.

There's just a little bit of stew for supper.

Is it too good for her?

No, of course not.

I kept it for her, Sam. I don't know why.

Poor thing. She hasn't eaten for so long,

she can't.

We've got to scrape up enough

somewhere for a little milk.

Come along.

- Shan't be long, Rogers.

- Yes, Your Grace.

Sam, it's the Duke. He must have heard.

- He'll not have her.

- What shall we do?

Hurry, Sam.

Right in there.

If she wants our lad and our home

as bad as this...

then here she should stay.

- Good day, Mrs. Carraclough.

- Good day, Your Grace.

- Won't you come in?

- Thank you. Come along, Priscilla.

- Good day to you, Carraclough.

- Good day, sir.

All right, my dear child.

Mrs. Carraclough,

this is my granddaughter, Priscilla.

- How do you do?

- How do you do, child?

- And this is Mr. Carraclough.

- How do you do, miss?

- Carraclough, about my dog...

- Dog, sir?

Yes, Lassie. She got away.

That's too bad, sir. Isn't it, Helen?

- It is a pity indeed.

- Aye.

I thought there was a chance, very slight,

that you...

We haven't set eyes on her, sir. No, sir.

We'll be lucky

if we ever get another dog like her.

Yes, sir, indeed we will.

She was a fine dog.

Yes, of course.

By the way, Carraclough, are you working?

- Working, sir?

- Yes, a job. Do you understand?

- Now, it's like this...

- Not exactly, sir.

There are three or four things

he's considering...

but he hasn't quite said yes or no

to any of them yet.

Really? He better say no and say it quickly.

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