Lassie Page #3
(engine starts)
Young lady.
I've got something to show you.
Someone, I should say.
Where's Lassie? She wasn't at school.
I think something's happened to her.
Have you seen her?
Someone has to tell him.
THE DUKE:
Isn't she something?
I thought you said
they wanted to keep her.
They changed their mind, didn't they?
Couldn't get rid of her fast enough
once the subject of money was mentioned.
- She doesn't look very happy about it.
- Nonsense.
Where is that dratted fellow hiding?
- Hynes!
- Just coming.
Yes, sir.
What's the matter with this dog?
Erm... Matter, Your Grace?
Look at her, man.
Well... you mean her not taking her food?
Used to table scraps and all sorts,
I should say.
They've no idea how to handle dogs
down in that village.
Don't you worry
your pretty little head about it, miss.
I'll have her eating kennel-style
in a day or so.
What's her name?
They never bothered to give her one.
Called her Lass. Or Lassie.
It just means girl.
No feeling for animals, in my experience.
Don't worry.
We'll give her a proper name.
I like the one she's got. Lassie.
See?
She knows it's her.
Come on.
You can come back and see her later.
Why can't we take her
up to the house with us?
When she's settled.
Let her get used to us first.
(tuts)
I'll see you eat. If I have to push
your bloody food down your throat.
Yeah, that's right.
Take a good look at me.
I'm in charge now.
(bell rings)
(whines)
(whimpers)
Good boy.
Thanks, Peters.
Lassie, I've got to have a bath before tea,
but I'll be back straight after. I promise.
(whimpers)
(whines)
(barks)
CLASS:
5 sevens are 35.
6 sevens are 42.
7 sevens are 49.
8 sevens are 56.
9 sevens are 63.
(whimpers)
(handbell rings)
Lassie!
Lassie.
How did you get here?
Come on. I'll take you home.
Get in there!
I don't want any more of your tricks.
Do you understand?
You can't blame the boy.
You can't look after your own property.
You've no cause to talk to me like that,
Sam Carraclough.
I know you've trained it to run.
It won't happen again. Make no mistake.
(dog yaps)
(barks)
(farmer whistles)
(bleating)
Will you get them out of the way!
Come on! Oi!
(horn beeps)
Oi!
Somebody stop her!
(bleating)
What's going on here?
It's your dog. She ran away again.
- Again?
- I'll deal with this, Your Grace.
I brought my lad with me.
To pen her up this time.
- This'll be the last time.
THE DUKE:
It had better be.Cilla.
Coming, Grandpa.
Let the boy do it.
It's him she runs for.
Go on, lad.
Get it over with.
Stay here and bide happy, Lass.
And don't come home no more.
You're a bad dog
and we don't love you no more.
So stay here and leave us be.
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