Lassie

After the excitement of London.

Daodody says onodon sn't safoe

boecausoe t hoeroe's go ng to boe a war

Nonsense!

Snap!

Now we'll see who's concentrating.

(both slam cards down)

Daddy says

everybody has their heads in the sand.

- Are you contradicting me?

- Yes, Grandpa.

You dare say yes,

you impertinent little scallywag.

If I said no,

that would be another contradiction.

BOTH:

Snap!

That's a draw so they go into the pool.

What do you mean?

We both said "snap" together

so that's a draw.

Now if you get a 7, you have to say

"snap pool" instead of "snap".

(exhales)

Who invented this idiotic game?

- You did.

- (ferocious barking)

Skipper.

Bo'sun.

Well?

- He wouldn't sell, Your Grace.

- What do you mean?

How far did you go?

He wouldn't sell for 15 pounds?

Carraclough said

the dog wasn't his to sell.

Probably stole the damn thing

in the first place.

Well, we'll see about that.

Snap!

Thought I wasn't looking, didn't you?

My win, I think.

We don't need his money.

Not today, perhaps.

But for how much longer?

Three hundredweight we brought up today.

And we worked a double shift.

The seam's dead. Everybody knows it.

They'll find another seam.

You can't find something

you're not looking for.

And no-one's looking. Not any more.

(stair creaks)

(door opens)

Come on, Lass.

You know you're not supposed to be up here.

Good night.

Mam?

Joe.

- What did that man want?

- Nothing to bother yourself with.

Now, cohmoe on Go to s oeoep

Dad wouldn't sell her, though, would he?

Those big ears are going to get you

into trouble one day.

But he can't! Lassie's my dog.

She's our dog.

And we're not selling.

Love you.

- I want eight men round the back.

- Yes, sir.

Give me a straight line for the gate.

(mine whistle blows)

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