Lassie Page #6

I'm going to need you to look after your mother

while I'm away.

- But what about Lassie?

- Joe.

Joe.

You love Lassie, don't you?

You know I do.

Then be happy for her.

She's better off

where she'll get fed proper,

with a grand kennel and a fine big run,

with stable boys to wait on her

hand and foot.

So let it go.

Eh?

(panting)

THE DUKE:

If she's not found quickly, she'll die.

She won't be able to survive on her own.

Why not?

Because the instinct for knowledge

has been bred out of her.

She's a pet.

She won't be able to fend for herself,

so she'll starve.

And that's if she doesn't

fall down a cliff first and break her legs.

Now, if you'll excuse me,

I shall call the police one more time.

You don't mean that.

You're just saying that

to make me feel bad.

And do you feel bad?

Yes.

Good! Now go to bed.

(birdsong)

(horn blares)

(metallic thud)

(engine cuts out)

Bloody... lunatic animal!

Go on, get out of it!

Before I do something I'll regret.

Go on! Get out of it!

(rumbling)

- Hungry, are you?

- I always eat when I'm worried.

There's no time for that.

She's been spotted.

- Where?

- On the road, ten miles south of here.

A farmhand saw her on his way to work

and called the police.

What are we waiting for? Come on!

- What about your breakfast?

- I'm not worried any more.

(car approaches)

Wait a minute.

There she is, by the postbox.

We've found us a dog!

Come on, Nellie, you'll be late for school.

Isn't she bonny?

Take it easy. We don't want to startle her.

Young lady!

- Step away from the animal, please.

- Come on, Nellie.

Step away, please. I've got her.

Come on.

I'm not going to hurt you.

Keep that gate closed!

THE DUKE:
We'll not catch her now.

She's frightened.

She'll come back when she's hungry.

I don't think she will come back.

She's trying to get home,

like she did before.

(door slams)

M A:

W hat hmaodoe you so atoe?

I got kept in.

What for this time?

- Nothing.

- Nothing?

Miss told me to sit down,

and I didn't hear her.

Daydreaming, I suppose?

- I couldn't help it.

- What do you mean?

It were near four,

and I heard a dog barking.

And I thought it were... Lassie.

Ass oe?

Bloody Lassie?

If I hear that dog's name mentioned

one more time,

I swear I'll walk out

and leave the pair of you!

As if I haven't got enough to cope with!

(door slams)

(chickens cluck)

(clucking intensifies)

Who's there?

Is somebody after my chickens?

(gun is cocked)

Go on! Go on!

Go on!

Go on, you filthy mongrel!

You stay away from my chickens,

or I'll give you a taste of this!

(Lassie pants)

FIRST MAN:

236 against Surrey.

SECOND MAN:

239, against Somerset, not Surrey.

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