Son of Lassie Page #4

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Keep these children, as they are now,

from selfishness...

...which is the wickedness, the vileness...

...the cruelty of the world.

We ask as always that everything

that breathes be preserved from suffering.

- What's in here?

- A storeroom.

- Why is it locked?

- To keep out thieves.

Air raid!

Come here, Joe.

- This is a fine morning.

- Yes, it is.

I'm sorry to leave you and your

wonderful stories about the Vikings.

I make a right liar, Joe.

One thing I told you is the truth.

One Viking alone can smash

a platoon of Germans...

...just by standing on them

with his two feet.

I believe it, Olav.

If I didn't have to stay here

and hide you boys...

...I'd go down and jump on that German

army myself to show you how it's done.

You are a good soldier too. I know that,

because you are a good companion.

I'm afraid I've been talking

mostly about my dog.

I know it's my duty to get back to England

into the fight again...

...but it's not easy to leave Laddie behind.

I keep thinking about finding him.

Sometimes I even wake up at night

and think I can hear him barking.

After what you and your friends have faced,

I suppose I sound rather silly.

No, you're not silly.

It isn't silly to have something dear

to your heart and to talk about it.

A man who lives for himself

is very empty.

The others, they talk about their girls,

their wives and children.

You talk about your dog,

because you love him.

Now, remember,

hide by day and travel by night.

And don't try to contact the underground.

They'll find you.

Operator MCS will take you

down to the coast.

When you get to the high cliffs, you can

see Anton's house and his fishing boat.

Anton will contact the British intelligence.

Another soldier goes home to fight.

Goodbye, Olav.

- Goodbye.

- And thank you.

Well...

So you are Laddie, huh?

I've heard a lot about you...

...but I never thought

I was going to see you.

You are a long way from the duke's

hydrangeas now, aren't you?

Well...

...you'll go back to England

and dig up those hydrangeas again.

The duke will be so glad to see you

that he'll grow some new ones just for you.

MCS calling number 44.

MCS calling number 44.

Dangerous enemy activity along coast.

Cannot pass anyone now.

Flier returning to you

until further notice from us.

You're going to see him again.

He's coming back.

This is a wonderful day.

This is a reunion arranged by the gods...

...and only they and I shall see it.

You know, it should be Christmas.

We should have an evergreen tree

over in that corner...

...and you should be under it.

I should have a big, fat belly

and a long, white beard.

I believe you already know

that he's coming, huh?

What? Is he here already?

Be quiet.

Those are men

of pain, torture and killing.

A shame to tell a good animal

this is what men have come to.

Maybe they will pass us by,

and maybe they won't.

Be quiet.

Good day.

It's a cold one.

I'll stir up the fire.

Are you Olav Grieber?

- Yes.

- You live here alone?

Unfortunately.

The women I would like to marry

won't live up here...

...and the women who would live up here,

I wouldn't like to marry.

Do you have a radio?

No.

That's forbidden, isn't it?

No one's here. You're wasting

your time and good shoe leather.

March out.

Where are you taking me?

The prison camp.

You're coming with us.

You won't need your cabin.

Besides there's no one in there.

That's the truth, isn't it?

- Yes, that's the truth.

- No British soldiers?

No. Why do you ask me that?

Because we have caught one,

and he came from this mountain.

Your hut won't shelter any more British.

No, wait!

The first I've seen in a whole year.

Hello, boy. Hello, chum.

- He understands.

- I believe it's a Britisher.

Ought to know better

than to hang around here.

Go on, or we be finding you in a stew.

- A dog? What kind of dog?

- It's a collie. He's a beauty.

Oh, let me touch him.

Hello, boy. Hello, then.

Yes, it's good to meet you too.

Move back from the fence! Separate!

- Let him in, won't you?

- He's going to shoot him.

- No!

- Lower your gun!

It's Sergeant Schmidt.

Couldn't we have him in?

He'd be no trouble, I promise.

I could teach him to lead me,

and then I could work and be some use.

Let the dog enter.

- Oh, you are a sweetheart.

- You are a little beauty.

Look, he's got a collar.

- "War dogs. "

- War dogs?

- What is he doing over here?

- You're a long way from home.

Here. That dog needs water

and food. There.

Let him lead you, prisoner.

Thanks, sergeant. That's decent of you.

I'll take him for a drink of water.

And at mess, he can share my rations.

Come on.

Clever fellow. How did you know

it was my clothes peg?

This isn't mine.

I wonder whose-

Carraclough.

- Go to your quarters.

- You promised I should have him.

Go!

You stay here.

He's an English collie, and he came direct

to that escaped prisoner's towel.

You think that poor-looking animal

can follow the prisoner's scent...

...when your own trained dogs couldn't?

My dogs couldn't because the scent

was overlapped by so many others.

But this dog knows only his master

in this country.

You can see by his condition

what he has been through.

He'll follow his single trail

no matter who has crossed it.

Lower your tone, sergeant.

Any moment, I expect you

to bark like a dog.

- Yes, sir.

- As a soldier, Schmidt, you're a comedian.

You're not a man, you're a clown.

And asking me for orders

to trot all over Norway...

...with this bag of bones here

to pursue a prisoner...

...is the culmination

of your dog obsession.

- He's following the scent. You see?

- Quiet.

Don't bark.

Proceed, comedian. It will be pleasant

not to have my eyes revolted...

...by that gargoyle shape

in the uniform of our great army.

There. Yes, you're a good dog,

a fine dog.

Here, here, there's nothing to be afraid of.

We're friends. Good friends, ja?

Now, you go ahead. Go ahead.

Ja, that's right, you want out.

Come on.

Come on. We'll go out too.

Olav certainly didn't exaggerate

how kind you'd be to me.

I can't thank you enough, Joanna, Anton.

When you are safe in England...

...send us a message through the

underground. That's enough.

And when the war is over,

we meet again, eh?

You both must come to England

to meet my father.

He will not make us sleep

in the cellar, eh?

Nothing but the best bedroom.

So young.

Take care of yourself.

You are still not strong.

It won't be easy for you to manage

the boat on your own...

...even though it is a little one.

Anything bigger would be hard

to hide from them.

But with luck, you should make it.

You know, you are very lucky the British

intelligence contacted a submarine.

- But you must be sure to-

- I'll be there at midnight. Don't worry.

Look.

Careful. Don't panic.

You know what to do and say.

You. Your papers.

Yours.

I'm sorry. He's not very...

Your papers!

Come. Both of you.

- Where to?

- You will see.

But we're just setting out for work.

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