Lassie Come Home Page #4

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Don't ever come home again.

- Please, Joe.

- What do you want?

I hope you won't worry too much

about Lassie.

I'll take care of her. Really, I will.

I'll take care of her for you.

So you won't have to worry any at all.

There's nothing much you can do...

with these fine kennels and a special man

and all to take care of her.

But there must be something I can do,

isn't there, now?

When her coat gets a little dull...

you might try straining her water

through some linseed.

- That picks her up a bit.

- I will.

Is there anything else?

Come along, Joe lad. Come.

It isn't good for her to be in that cage

all the time.

Lassie likes a good walk, Lassie does.

She needs the exercise.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

Poor Lassie.

Poor Lassie.

Poor girl.

You're not angry with me, are you, Father?

No, Joe. A father can't get truly angry

at his own lad. Never.

It's just that he wants you to understand

how things are.

And you mustn't think

we're too hard on thee.

We don't want to be.

It's just that...

Back of it all, Joe,

a chap's got to be honest.

Never thee forget it all thy entire life.

And there's a funny thing about honesty.

There's no two ways about it.

There's only one way about it.

Honest is honest. Do you see?

It's about Lassie you're talking.

Joe, when you've sold a chap something...

and you've taken his brass,

and you've spent it...

then done is done.

Lassie was sold, and that's all.

- But we always fed her before.

- Before, I was working.

You can't feed a dog on the dole,

and you can't feed a family on it, either.

- No, Joe, Lassie's better off.

- Maybe she'll get away.

No, lad, nay.

The Duke's taking her off to Scotland.

- Scotland?

- Aye.

Her and half a dozen

other likely show dogs.

As soon as the shows are over,

she's to go back to Scotland...

and she's never to come

to Yorkshire anymore.

Keep your head up. Keep it up, I say.

Good morning, Your Grace, Miss Priscilla.

- So how is she, Hynes?

- Looking better, Your Grace.

It must be this here Scottish air.

It seems to agree with her.

Her coat could be shinier.

Looks a little dull to me.

If you try straining her water

through some linseed...

it would make her look better.

Linseed, Miss Priscilla?

My dear, how did you know about that?

I just happen to know, that's all.

Somebody told me once.

It's an old Yorkshireman's trick,

and a very good one.

- You better try it, Hynes.

- Yes, sir.

Come along, child.

Can't keep the horses waiting all day.

Linseed.

Keep your head up. Keep it up, will you?

- Grandfather!

- All right, coming.

A fella can't even take a ride in peace.

Now what's the matter, child?

Lassie. She's chained, Grandfather.

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