Son of Lassie Page #2

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an offer to mobilize Rudling Kennels...

...into a war dog's training school.

It isn't exactly combat duty.

However, an old soldier

accepts any command.

It'll be the duty of Rudling Kennels,

sir, to select dogs...

...and pass on their fitness for enlistment.

I should like to see your

kennel man, Sam Carraclough.

This is Sam Carraclough.

Morning, gentlemen.

Mr. Carraclough,

you're to be in command here.

What?

You have the reputation of being

the finest dog man in Yorkshire.

Gentlemen, I have no wish to take

credit for something I was born with.

The scoundrel.

Congratulations, Father.

Oh, that's so wonderful, Mr. Carraclough.

Thank you, miss.

Now, Mr. Carraclough...

Joe!

Joe!

Aren't you going to say goodbye?

You know your grandfather

would never approve...

...of us.

And you know how I manage him.

But what does it matter,

if you don't love me?

Who said I didn't love you?

Then say it, Joe.

Go on, say it.

Please say it, Joe.

I do love you.

I'll be waiting.

- Goodbye, sir.

- Good day, good day.

Carraclough, it seems from now on,

you'll be giving the orders here.

- It does seem that way.

- There's one thing I insist upon.

- What's that?

- I'm to be second-in-command.

That'll be fine.

I shouldn't dare show my face

in the village otherwise.

Carraclough, you must feel free

to convert the estate as you think fit.

Thank you. We'll try

not to disturb the hydrangeas.

I should think not.

They're the best hydrangea-

Look! Great Scott!

Look what your confounded

puppy's done to my hydrangea!

Here, Laddie! Come on, Lassie. Come on.

Laddie, you get bigger,

but you never grow up.

Does he, Lassie?

Here.

Lassie, are you glad we're both grown-up?

There's one thing you don't like about it.

It means you're getting old.

The things I used to do with you

I do with him now.

But thanks for giving him to me anyway.

While you were about it,

why didn't you give him some brains?

Perhaps you did at that.

A shoe is more useful than a stick.

Come on, tyke.

This is only for Laddie.

Run on home, old girl.

Hut, two, three, four.

Hut, two, three, four.

All right, Smith, get going.

Get them in line.

Quiet.

Come on, Johnson. Keep moving.

Hut, two, three, four.

Heel.

Quiet.

Heel.

- Two more recruits for us, sir.

- You'll win the war single-handed.

We'll train more dogs

than they know what to do with.

Corporal, take these dogs in.

Yes, I have a recruit myself.

You have? And what dog's that?

Laddie, son of Lassie.

Fine, but I thought that boy

of yours didn't want him trained.

I talked it over with him last night.

He's on his way to active duty.

And now, with Lassie too old,

and the kennel's in the war...

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