Lassie Page #4

You understand?

Bad dog.

CILLA:

She isn't happy here.

- That's why she runs.

- Course she's happy.

She runs

because they've trained her to do it.

Then they can steal her back

and sell her to somebody else.

Bloody Yorkshiremen.

They're nothing but thieving vagabonds. Scum!

If they wanted to steal her,

why did they bring her back themselves?

Well, because... they're always up to tricks,

aren't they?

But we're too smart for 'em.

(barks)

Hey! Don't try that with me,

you little beggar.

You stay away from her, miss.

She'd bite you as soon as look at you

if I know dogs.

You just want to go home, don't you?

Well, that makes two of us.

So do I.

(sets of footsteps)

(footsteps approaching)

(chuckles) Don't even think about it.

You'll not get under that.

It's buried too deep.

We're going on a nice trip together

tomorrow.

And it will be goodbye to Yorkshire,

for you, my girl.

(chuckles)

(barks)

Oof!

Get out of the way, you idiot!

(hammering on door)

HYNES:

Where is she? Eh?

- I say, where the bloody hell is she?

- Well, she's not here.

- Where's Joe?

- I don't know. He's not back yet.

He won't have got far. I'll find him.

I'll come with you.

We don't want any more funny business.

Just go right home, Mr Hynes.

Your dog'll be back to you,

just as soon as I find her.

Yeah, well, she better be.

The Duke's going to Scotland tomorrow

and he's taking the dog with him.

Joe.

You can't make this right

by stealing her back.

It's not stealing

when she comes by herself.

It is if we keep her.

She doesn't belong to us, Joe.

Not any more.

Come on.

Ass

She'll come back again, you know.

They'll not keep her caged.

- Not this time, she won't.

- She will!

They're taking her away tomorrow.

- To Scotland.

- Where's that?

Long, long way, Joe.

Much farther than you'll ever travel

even if you live to be 100.

So let it go, eh?

Maybe when times are better,

we'll get another dog.

I don't want another dog, do I?

I never want another dog.

Yeah, I'm in all right.

Don't worry about that.

Eh, eh, keep your hands

where I can see 'em.

Here. Let me help you.

BAGPIPES:

# Scotland The Brave

Oh... she brushes up nicely.

Good posture.

Great energy.

A little lacking in confidence, perhaps.

Let's see what they make

of each other. Come on.

She could be

what we've been looking for.

- Good morning, Grandfather.

- Morning, Cilla.

- Good morning, Lassie.

- Careful, miss.

- She's a nasty temper on her.

- No, she hasn't.

THE DUKE:

What do you think, Hey Hey?

Huh? What do you think of her, boy?

(barks)

She's saying hello.

(barks)

Best keep 'em apart,

till she learns some manners.

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