Son of Lassie Page #5

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We are fishermen. You saw our permits.

My husband is the only man in the district

with a permit to fish.

- If he does not go out, we shall starve.

- Too bad.

- But the tide is high now.

- It'll be high again tonight and tomorrow.

Come.

- Don't worry, we will be all right.

- Anton.

We will be back tonight.

Won't we, Peter, old man?

All right, get to work.

This is too much,

digging German fortifications.

Good practice for digging their graves.

- Won't be long before the day of reckoning.

- All right, get on the job!

- What is it?

- Look!

- It's Laddie! He's found me!

- Don't stop.

Keep digging. Whatever you do,

you must not give yourself away.

- He's my dog.

- When the dog comes close to you...

- ... kick him away from you. Beat him.

- Stop talking. Work.

I'm sure he's somewhere in the camp.

Probably posing

as one of those workmen.

- Say "sir" when you address me, soldier.

- Sir.

What do you expect me to do?

Stop the work of the German army

while you examine every man's papers?

That will not be necessary, sir.

With your permission...

Good dog.

Find him. Find your master.

- That's a fine dog.

- Come here.

I wonder what he's doing here.

There's a beautiful dog.

Evidently, the dog is owned

by a corporation.

Everybody, quiet! Get back to work!

- Here, boy. Here, boy.

- Here! Stop that!

So the dog has found his master.

That's right, you found me.

I'm Joe Carraclough.

Come out of there!

Walk ahead, prisoner.

Where are you taking us?

Back to the prison from which you escaped.

Let me warn you:

Any funny business,

and I won't hesitate to kill.

I'm sure you won't.

You may be very sure.

Here, Laddie. Go get it.

He can't even retrieve a stick.

Your dog is a hopeless fool,

and so are you.

Why didn't you kick him away from you?

If you kicked him, I would've believed

you weren't the man I wanted.

That commanding officer

thought I needed a guard to help me.

I alone found you,

and I alone will take you in.

The high command

may even hear of this exploit.

Turn around!

I ought to make you walk backward.

- Then you will pay attention to what I say.

- And if I don't?

You are not wearing your uniform.

I can shoot you as a spy

or for any reason that I choose.

Now, turn around!

And march!

I am in command here. What I say is so.

You are not a soldier, you're a comedian.

- You are not a man, you are a clown.

- You may be right.

A clown is all you could capture.

Because you wouldn't hit the dog,

you're a better man?

- I know I am.

- We shall see.

There are many ways in this world

to judge the better man...

...but I know only one way!

The better man is the man who lives!

Come on, Laddie.

Come on, boy.

If he should live through those rapids,

post a guard at the fisherman's house.

All right, Laddie.

In we go.

Lights are forbidden.

I'm sorry, I forgot.

What's that?

It is nothing but the tide.

Do you have to stand guard

here all night?

It's orders.

Come in.

I'll give you some food.

- Good morning.

- Oh, excuse me.

Oh, no, please.

So you come here too?

It's a champion thing to do,

sitting here looking out across the moors.

Joe always felt that too.

If I wanted to find him,

'tis here I'd look.

Some of our lads coming home.

There's nothing to bark at, Lassie.

I'd not be too sure, miss.

Things speak to her

that don't speak to us.

Her ABC's are the stars,

the wind and the rain and the scent...

...and all things that move with them.

If those were our ABC's,

then we'd know what she knows.

Come on. Come on, Laddie.

Come on.

Oh, yes, there.

There, there.

Oh, yes, there.

Hey, Lass. Our lads have come home.

There, there.

Oh, yes, there.

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