Son of Lassie

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I like to see the morning run

of my dogs, Carraclough.

- That's what I get up for.

- A beautiful sight to start the day.

All the years I've watched it,

every morning is finer than the day before.

You're a great man

with dogs, Carraclough.

Thank you, Your Grace.

And that I am.

Good morning, Lassie.

You're still the finest of them all.

Yeah, she's champion.

Finest dog in all of Yorkshire.

Yes, when you've got

champion dogs in the country...

...you've got champion men.

I think, sir, 'tis Lassie's tyke himself.

Where is he, girl?

There are only two things in the world

I am proud of:

My puppies and my flowers.

It's either puppies or flowers

a man must be proud of.

I don't think it can be both.

- My hydrangeas!

- That's what I meant, sir.

Of all the stupid,

crazy puppies in the-

He's not stupid,

he's only very young.

Never too early to start his training.

A firm hand, Joe. Belt him one.

I can't. He's such a foolish thing.

Don't you agree, Father?

- I agree with you.

- You're quite wrong, Priscilla.

That pup'll grow up

an irresponsible hoodlum.

- Look what he's done to my gardens.

- Well, perhaps he just doesn't like gardens.

Nonsense! Everybody likes gardens.

Happen it's a point of view.

Your Grace likes them to look at,

and the tyke likes them as much to roll in.

Something must be done about that pup.

At last, we've got a dog like our Lassie.

I want him trained, then I'll show him.

I'll make him an international champion.

That's a great deal of "I"

for another man's dog.

It's the only way. If you don't train him,

it'll be a scandal to every dog lover.

But- But he's only a puppy, sir.

If there's a scandal to bear,

there's no one to bear it but Joe.

For there's nobody's dog but his.

That's the way it was with you, Lassie.

That's the way it's got to be

with your tyke.

There's only one way

you'll get that dog, Grandfather.

Oh, and how's that?

You'll have to marry into the family.

Wait, Joe.

Laddie, flowers are not to eat.

Good morning, Joe.

Good morning.

Goodbye.

Hey! Look out for my hydrangeas!

Little scoundrel does more

damage to them than the pup.

No sense.

Like all the lads these days,

no sense at all.

I'm surprised at you, Carraclough.

- You should have been firmer with the lad.

- Your Grace, happen I should.

But the last day of his leave

is late to start.

He leaves in the morning

for an advanced flying school.

Oh, does he? Good for him.

Look alive, now, girl. Look alive.

I never was so much alive, Grandfather.

Oh, you can't sleep,

so I can't either, eh?

What happens to you happens to me.

What's that, another scratch?

When are you going to learn

that there are no friendly cats?

You know you've got to start looking out

for yourself when I'm away.

Lose your appetite

for other people's shoes.

They don't digest very well, anyway.

And be reserved

when people come to call.

A friendly pat doesn't mean

they want to wrestle with you.

Now, bear that in mind while I'm away.

Good morning, Lassie.

Look. Look who's here.

Come on. That's enough.

Now, you stay down there.

I gotta get dressed.

Stop it.

Now, you stop that. I gotta get dressed.

Laddie.

Stop it.

Thank you, Lassie.

That's a good girl.

Now, why can't you do that?

You never learn anything.

Well, you look better in it than I do,

I must say.

Come on.

You know something?

He got your looks,

but he didn't get your brains.

Laddie! What are you doing

to my football?

What happened?

What happened?!

It's that wild beast of yours!

My washing!

Look!

Go after him, Joe!

He'll have the house about our heads!

Hey, come here!

- Are you hurt?

- Look at him!

Let go! Let go!

You tiger!

Let go!

Your papa's drawers! Stop him! Stop him!

Laddie!

Oh, my present.

- What is it?

- Well, it- It was a cake.

My first.

You baked it?

With my own fair hands. Look at them.

Still, it- It was worth it.

I've been trying to get

into this position for months.

- Sorry.

- Oh, Joe.

What am I going to do about you?

I'm sorry. Laddie ran off with my father's

drawers, and I tried to stop him.

Are you going to talk

about your father's drawers or me?

- You do like me, don't you?

- I...

- Of course I do.

- Then why don't you say it?

A man doesn't say everything he feels,

does he?

Yes, in wartimes,

and when he's going away.

- But I'm only off to school, and besides-

- "Besides" what?

Well, it wouldn't be proper.

"Proper is proper," as my father says.

Ask your grandfather.

Grandfather's 60,

and he's not going to risk his life.

You're 17, and you are going to risk yours.

So it's your right to decide.

Will you leave that dog alone?

Laddie, lie down!

Well!

I suppose he's trained to do that?

No, Priscilla. He's mixed up.

It's clever of him, but it's my fault...

...because one day he was chewing at my

trousers, and I told him to L-I-E D-O-W-N.

L- I-A-R!

Please, Priscilla, pull it up.

Priscilla!

For pity's sake! Bloomers start rumors!

I was just showing Joe what fine,

straight legs his children are going to have.

Hang their little legs!

Pull your skirt up. Be quick about it.

Hello? A military car.

At last, I'm called up!

Must have been that last letter

I wrote to the prime minister.

- Good morning, I'm the Duke of Rudling.

- Major Ellison. This is Captain Graves.

- How do you do? This is a happy day.

- Thank you, sir.

Among your letters, we find

an offer to mobilize Rudling Kennels...

...into a war dog's training school.

It isn't exactly combat duty.

However, an old soldier

accepts any command.

It'll be the duty of Rudling Kennels,

sir, to select dogs...

...and pass on their fitness for enlistment.

I should like to see your

kennel man, Sam Carraclough.

This is Sam Carraclough.

Morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Carraclough,

you're to be in command here.

What?

You have the reputation of being

the finest dog man in Yorkshire.

Gentlemen, I have no wish to take

credit for something I was born with.

The scoundrel.

Congratulations, Father.

Oh, that's so wonderful, Mr. Carraclough.

Thank you, miss.

Now, Mr. Carraclough...

Joe!

Joe!

Aren't you going to say goodbye?

You know your grandfather

would never approve...

...of us.

And you know how I manage him.

But what does it matter,

if you don't love me?

Who said I didn't love you?

Then say it, Joe.

Go on, say it.

Please say it, Joe.

I do love you.

I'll be waiting.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Good day, good day.

Carraclough, it seems from now on,

you'll be giving the orders here.

- It does seem that way.

- There's one thing I insist upon.

- What's that?

- I'm to be second-in-command.

That'll be fine.

I shouldn't dare show my face

in the village otherwise.

Carraclough, you must feel free

to convert the estate as you think fit.

Thank you. We'll try

not to disturb the hydrangeas.

I should think not.

They're the best hydrangea-

Look! Great Scott!

Look what your confounded

puppy's done to my hydrangea!

Here, Laddie! Come on, Lassie. Come on.

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