Son of Lassie Page #3

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Laddie's gotta be shipped home.

But I ran across Jerry Bartlett from our

squadron. He's got some leave coming...

...and he'll be going right near your home,

so you leave that to me.

- Thanks, Eddie.

- Look, boy...

...you don't have to put on an act for me.

I've seen an air marshal bawl like a baby

when he had to leave his dog.

You know something, Laddie?

You've got to understand something

before you go home this time.

One of the little things about war

is you can't have your dog.

You're a very little thing for me to give up

when men are giving up their children.

I suppose when I have a child,

the feeling will be something like this.

It probably won't be anything like it.

Perhaps I'll never know about it.

But, anyway, I know about you.

I won't see you anymore.

Photographs of this section

of the coast of Norway...

...show us the beginnings

of some new kind of activity.

However, all our pictures

have been from 35,000 feet.

Today, we should like to get some

from a bit lower. Understand?

- Yes, sir.

- It's dangerous. There'll be flak, of course.

But it's also important to know exactly

what Jerry's doing there.

- Any comments, Eddie?

- No, sir.

That's rather unusual for you.

- Well, that's all. Cheerio.

- Good show.

Cheerio.

Laddie! What are you doing here?

- Laddie ever been in Norway?

- No.

Yes, he has, for the last three minutes.

We're getting close!

Look out, Laddie.

"There'll be flak," he said,

and he wasn't kidding.

- Better hit the silk, Joe.

- But what about you?

I'll be right after you. Go ahead.

Hurry up. We're losing altitude. Jump!

Hurry up! I'm right behind you.

- Karl, look! I told you I saw something.

- That's a dog, not a parachute.

He is crazy. There's nothing here.

Maybe there is a name on his collar.

Here's a tag.

Quiet!

He is gone.

An English dog means an English soldier.

Maybe paratroopers

are landing in this section.

We'd better get back and report this.

A puppy!

I found a puppy!

Come on, puppy, let's play.

Thea! Arne!

Thea! Arne!

I'll be right back, puppy.

Thea! Thea!

My puppy! My puppy is sick!

My puppy! My brand-new, sick puppy!

You see, come on!

Oh, he always thinks about his dog,

the one the Germans shot.

- Here's your puppy.

- And not sick at all. He's just fine, see?

No, no, my new puppy!

- My brand-new, sick puppy!

- This is your puppy.

Look. By the time we get home,

it will be all better.

- Come on. Up you go, now.

- I want my puppy!

Now, you stay there and be a good boy.

I forgot my puppy back there!

Henrik, come back! Come back!

I want my puppy!

Henrik, come back! Be a good boy,

and you'll get a wonderful puppy...

...all for yourself someday.

Henrik, come back!

Come back, Henrik!

See? Here's my new puppy.

Isn't he pretty?

I told you! He's sick.

His leg is hurt.

- Hedda, tear a bandage from your apron.

- I'll be spanked if I tear my apron.

Spanking or no spanking,

I'd tear my apron to help a sick dog.

It's easy to talk of tearing aprons

when you don't wear any.

Shame on you!

What are you doing?

Here, Thea. Make him well.

There. We'll take care of you.

We'll hide you from the Germans

in our cave.

Oh, Arne, make a splint.

You know, the way I showed you

when I broke my finger.

- Here's what's left of my lunch.

- Oh, that's a good girl, Hedda.

- Oh, look, he's awfully hungry.

- He probably hasn't eaten in a long time.

I have no more.

We can save our supper

and then feed him tomorrow.

I won't get any supper because

I tore my shirt. But I've got a dog.

- He's my dog.

- He belongs to all of us.

- I found him.

- Well, then you can name him.

- What are you gonna call him?

- Let me see.

- I know!

- Yes?

- No.

- Well, it's getting late.

- Why not call him simply Doggy?

- What name did you say?

She didn't,

she said to call him simply Doggy.

I like that.

We'll call him Mr. Simply.

Oh, hello, Mr. Simply.

Mr. Simply's going to sleep.

We'll come back early tomorrow.

Come on.

Happy dreams, Mr. Simply.

I don't think you'll find

the poor dog in this village.

He wouldn't stop here. No refuse bins.

- Why not?

- Because there is no refuse.

Oh, good evening, Mrs. Strohm.

Now, don't hurry on. It's-

It's all right to come in.

Very devout woman, Mrs. Strohm.

You may have noticed her coming here

in the evening to pray.

I shall try to find who are dog fanciers

among my congregation.

Perhaps they will help.

Of course, when you consider, the only

true dog fancier in the world is the flea.

Now!

Come on, Henrik. Hurry up with that dog.

Come on.

Please, Mr. Simply. Come.

Stop it, Mr. Simply. Stop it!

Please, Mr. Simply. Come,

I've got something nice for you to eat.

- Wait a minute. Henrik, what are you doing?

- Eat, Mr. Simply.

It's no use, he won't eat.

He's been like this ever since he got well.

Eat, Mr. Simply. Please eat.

If you eat, you'll grow up

to be a big, strong man.

Stop, now. You're only bothering him.

Besides, dogs don't grow up

to be big, strong men.

- Not even if they eat?

- Not even if they drink milk.

Not even if they drink all the milk

in the world?

- Not even then.

- Oh, well.

Maybe he doesn't like us anymore.

That's the way he looked

when he was hurt.

Maybe he doesn't wanna be our dog.

Don't you?

Don't you want to be our dog?

- Germans!

- Come on, cover up the dog!

Did you hear what they said?

Very suspicious.

That's the first time

I've heard that from Norwegians.

- They are up to something.

- Come here!

- Have you seen a dog?

- Stand still!

Have you seen a dog?

- Well?

- Have we seen a dog?

- A dog?

- No, no dog here.

- What have you got here?

- Wood. We've been gathering firewood.

- What's the matter with him?

- He- He thinks he's a dog.

He- He's very young. You know, playing.

He always plays that game.

He barks like this.

No! He barks like this!

No, like this!

All right, all right, go ahead!

What a country.

Stupid people, barking children.

Come on.

Mr. Simply!

Mr. Simply!

Please, God.

Keep Mr. Simply safe from the Germans.

I found him, and I love him.

And I don't want to lose him.

Bring Mr. Simply back.

Please, God, bring him back.

Look!

Halt!

Where did you get this dog?

He is English.

It's not my dog. I never saw him before.

You were here yesterday.

Why are you here again?

I come here every day.

- What about your dog?

- It isn't my dog.

Look! If it were,

it wouldn't run away from me.

You wait here!

Heavenly father, who hearest us always...

...grant these children their prayer

for the safety of their dog.

In caring for our little animal brothers...

...these children are educating

their hearts in unselfishness.

Preserve their pure hearts.

These children are not asking

anything for themselves.

They ask only for the safety

of a poor animal.

This love that fills their hearts

is your love...

...which I ask shall ever abide in them...

- ... and lead them in your footsteps.

- Mr. Simply!

It's a miracle!

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