Lassie

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- IT'S MAKING FOR THE VILLAGE.

IF WE'RE QUICK, WE CAN HEAD THE BUGGER OFF.

IT DOESN'T SEEM FAIR,

ALL THOSE HOUNDS AND JUST ONE FOX.

IT'S NOT MEANT TO BE FAIR.

COME ON, OR WE'LL LOSE THEM.

- YOUR GRACE, DOCTOR SAID YOU WEREN'T TO EXERT YOURSELF.

- ARE YOU A STUDENT OF MEDICINE, WATSON?

- NO, YOUR GRACE. I'M A CHAUFFEUR.

- THEN LET'S STICK TO WHAT WE KNOW, SHALL WE?

- WELL, THEN PERHAPS YOU SHOULD LET ME DRIVE.

HE'S RIGHT, GRANDPA.

THE DOCTOR SAID THAT YOU SHOULD--

- FRESH AIR AND LIGHT EXERCISE.

THAT WAS THE DOCTOR'S ADVICE, AND I'M TAKING IT.

COME ON, WILLIAM.

- DOESN'T THIS THING GO ANY FASTER?

THAT'S MY GIRL. HANG ON!

[dogs barking in the distance]

WHAT'S GOING ON?

COME ON, POMFRET!

MUSHROOM! HEY, COME ON!

WOULD YOU MIND CONTROLLING THESE ANIMALS, SARAH CARRACLOUGH?

- IT MIGHT HELP US ALL IF YOU'D MIND YOUR OWN,

EDWARD HYNES.

COME ON, LASS.

WHO THREW THIS, HEY?

WHO THREW THIS?

I'LL HAVE THE POLICE ON YOU.

DO YOU HEAR ME? I'LL HAVE THE POLICE!

RUDDY RABBLE.

COME ON, POMFRET. OUT OF IT!

THE, UH--THE PACK ARE IN A BIT OF A TANGLE.

I'M JUST GETTING IT SORTED, YOUR GRACE.

NEVER MIND THE HOUNDS.

DID ANYONE SEE WHICH WAY THE DAMN FOX WENT?

- TOWARDS THE MINE, THEY SAY.

- WELL, WHAT ARE YOU WAITING FOR?

- WELL, I-- - THIS IS A FOX HUNT, ISN'T IT?

YES, YOUR GRACE.

A FOX HUNT.

RIGHT.

[machine whirring and clanking]

- COME ON, OPEN THESE BLOODY GATES!

HEY? COME ON, YOU LAZY SWINE!

OPEN THESE GATES.

ALL RIGHT, COME ON, BOYS.

COME ON! COME ON!

- YOUR GRACE, YOU CAN'T COME THROUGH.

IT'S IMPOSSIBLE.

THERE ARE MEN WORKING DOWN THERE.

- THEY MAY BE DOWN THERE, MR. PATTERSON,

BUT THEY'RE NOT WORKING.

WE BOTH KNOW THE SEAM'S EXHAUSTED.

NOW GET OUT OF THE WAY.

- THERE'S STILL COAL DOWN THERE. I'M SURE OF IT.

- WHAT THE BLOODY HELL WAS THAT?

A FOX, I RECKON.

- WELL, WHAT'S IT DOING DOWN HERE?

SHH! LISTEN UP.

SO...

ARE WE GOING TO LET THEM CATCH IT?

HOW CAN WE STOP THEM?

- IT'S JUST A MATTER OF PUTTING THEM OFF THE SCENT.

DON'T YOU THINK?

YOU DAFT BUGGER.

ALL RIGHT.

LET'S SEE WHAT THEY MAKE OF THAT, THEN.

GOES 7, REMAINDER 4,

WHICH GIVES US 8 INTO 40.

ANYBODY?

JOE CARRACLOUGH.

YES, MISS?

WHAT DID I JUST ASK?

A QUESTION, MISS.

STAND UP.

AND WHAT QUESTION WAS THAT, CARRACLOUGH.

DON'T TRY AND GET THE ANSWER FROM SOMEBODY ELSE!

WELL?

DIDN'T HEAR, MISS.

COME HERE.

LEFT.

UP!

RIGHT.

THREE MORE FOR ANSWERING BACK.

BUT, MISS, I DIDN'T.

- ARE YOU ASKING FOR ANOTHER THREE?

NO, MISS.

BACK.

NOW 8 INTO 40.

QUICKLY, ANYBODY.

YES.

IS IT TIME, LASS?

I DON'T UNDERSTAND.

IF THEY DON'T WANT TO EAT IT, WHY DO THEY WANT TO CATCH IT?

- SPORT, MY DEAR. FOR THE SPORT.

THEY LOVE IT.

- BUT THEY DON'T LOOK VERY HAPPY.

- THEY DON'T LIKE TO LOSE. NEITHER DO I.

SHE DOES. - WHAT?

LOOK HAPPY.

SHE'S BEAUTIFUL, ISN'T SHE?

YOU'VE GOT A GOOD EYE.

YOU'VE GOT MY GOOD EYE.

HYNES?

HYNES!

LET'S SEE IF WE CAN'T CATCH SOMETHING TODAY.

IT'S ALL RIGHT, LASS.

THEY'RE NOT HURTING SO MUCH NOW.

COME ON.

LET'S GO HOME.

SNAP! - BLAST!

YOU'RE NOT CONCENTRATING.

YOU CAN'T PLAY SNAP IF YOU DON'T CONCENTRATE.

- I SUPPOSE IT'S DULL FOR YOU HERE

AFTER THE EXCITEMENT OF LONDON.

- DADDY SAYS LONDON ISN'T SAFE ANYMORE

'CAUSE THERE'S GOING TO BE A WAR.

NONSENSE.

SNAP! NOW WE'LL SEE WHO'S CONCENTRATING.

- DADDY SAYS EVERYBODY HAS THEIR HEADS IN THE SAND.

ARE YOU CONTRADICTING ME?

YES, GRANDPA.

YOU DARE SAY YES,

YOU IMPERTINENT LITTLE SCALLYWAG.

- IF I SAID NO, THAT WOULD BE

ANOTHER CONTRADICTION, WOULDN'T IT?

both: SNAP!

- THAT'S A DRAW, SO THEY ALL GO INTO THE POOL.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

- WE BOTH SAID "SNAP" TOGETHER, SO THAT'S A DRAW.

NOW IF YOU GET A 7,

YOU HAVE TO SAY "SNAP POOL" INSTEAD OF "SNAP."

WHO INVENTED THIS IDIOTIC GAME?

YOU DID.

SKIPPER. BOATSWAIN.

WELL?

- HE WOULDN'T SELL, YOUR GRACE.

WHAT DO YOU MEAN?

HOW FAR DID YOU GO?

15.

- HE WOULDN'T SELL FOR 15 POUNDS?

- CARRACLOUGH SAID THE DOG WASN'T HIS TO SELL.

PROBABLY STOLE THE DAMN THING IN THE FIRST PLACE,

IF YOU ASK ME.

- WELL, WE'LL SEE ABOUT THAT.

SNAP!

THOUGHT I WASN'T LOOKING, DIDN'T YOU?

MY WIN, I THINK.

WE DON'T NEED HIS MONEY.

NOT TODAY, PERHAPS.

BUT FOR HOW MUCH LONGER?

THREE HUNDREDWEIGHT WE BROUGHT UP TODAY,

AND WE WORKED A DOUBLE SHIFT.

THE SEAM'S DEAD.

EVERYBODY KNOWS IT.

THEY'LL FIND ANOTHER SEAM.

- YOU CAN'T FIND SOMETHING YOU'RE NOT LOOKING FOR.

AND NO ONE'S LOOKING, NOT ANYMORE.

COME ON, LASS.

YOU KNOW YOU'RE NOT SUPPOSED TO BE UP HERE.

GOOD NIGHT.

MUM?

JOE.

WHAT DID THAT MAN WANT?

- NOTHING TO BOTHER YOURSELF WITH.

NOW, COME ON. GO TO SLEEP.

- DAD WOULDN'T SELL HER, THOUGH, WOULD HE?

THOSE BIG EARS OF YOURS

ARE GOING TO GET YOU INTO TROUBLE ONE DAY.

- BUT HE CAN'T. LASSIE'S MY DOG.

SHE'S OUR DOG.

AND WE'RE NOT SELLING.

LOVE YOU.

- I WANT EIGHT MEN ROUND THE BACK.

YES, SIR.

- GIVE ME A STRAIGHT LINE FOR THE GATE.

- SARAH, QUICK. GET YOUR COAT.

IS SOMEONE HURT?

IT'S WORSE THAN THAT.

- WELL, WHAT'S THIS, JOHN FORDHAM?