Shiloh

Hey, hey, looky there.

Looky there.

We got him now. Yes, sir.

Idiot!

Come here, you stupid mutt.

Now you go down there and you get that coon.

Go!

Go!

Flea-bit hound!

Come back here!

Come on!

I wouldn't shoot you.

Here, boy.

Come on.

Suit yourself.

Here, boy.

Here, girl?

Forget it.

Come on, boy.

See?

I wouldn't hurt you.

Oh, man.

What happened to your eye?

Where do you come from?

Come on, boy.

Come on.

Come on, boy.

Come on, boy.

Hey, Mrs. Wallace.

You been rolling around in the mud?

No, no, no. I slipped.

Now, you know better than to bring that thing in here.

You set it down on the counter.

Sorry.

Hey, Marty. What's new?

Not much, Doc. Just looking for a job.

Well, there's not much to do around here.

You know, Sam does the sweeping up.

Nothing else to do, really.

Wait a minute.

Sam and Marty can go out and collect bottles from the

neighbors, and we can take them down to the recycle.

I'll take 'em down myself.

We'll make a buck.

You've been saying that for months.

Oh, Sam and Marty can do it. I know it.

But, Doc, hey, you know, I don't think Sam would want to.

I'd love to.

Eight houses, three bottles.

I'm gonna go on home.

This was a bad idea.

Maybe there's some other job.

There's no other job in this stupid place.

This place is dead.

Well, why do you need to work so much?

Well, I want a bike.

My dad says if I want it, I gotta pay for it.

Oh.

We'll figure something out.

No, we won't.

I'm never getting a bike.

I heard Mrs. McCallister needs some yard work done.

Nah, you know, forget it.

I'll just see you later.

Well, you wanna do something tomorrow?

Nah, I gotta help my dad.

Want me to walk home with you?

Nah, I'll just see you around.

Okay.

Hey.

Why do you keep following me around for?

Well, you can't come home with me.

Look...

I can't have a dog.

I'm already gonna be in deep because I'm all dirty and wet.

Please, go home, boy.

It's all wet.

Come on.

It's gonna be okay.

Hold on.

What happened to you?

- I slipped. - Uh-huh.

Take it off.

Oh, Marty.

This is damp, honey.

Now, what are you trying to do?

Follow your grandmother right to the grave?

You know how fast pneumonia sets in.

I know, Ma.

- Listen, there's this dog and... - Honey, the shirt.

Hey, Marty.

Hey, Dad.

- Whose dog is that? - What dog?

Up there, in front of the house.

Just followed me is all.

Yeah?

Where'd it pick up with you?

Up in Shiloh.

Across the bridge.

On the road by the river?

Yeah.

I'll bet that's Judd Travers' new hunting dog.

Oh, great.

- Judd got a new hunting dog? - Yep.

Well, how come he don't treat it right?

Whose dog?

Well, we don't know whose dog.

How do you know it ain't been treated right?

Well, look at his eye. I mean, he's cut bad.

And it's just the way the dog acts.

Scared to pee, almost.

Would you watch your mouth, please?

Sorry.

Just 'cause his eye is cut don't mean he's been hit.

Dad, you don't have to mark a dog to hurt it.

Just don't pay him any attention. He'll go away.

- Hey, Princess. - Carry me, Daddy.

Did you help Mama today?

Yeah.

- Did she? - No.

Oh, fibber.

Fibber.

Oh, poor little Shiloh dog looks so tired, doesn't he?

Yeah.

Hmm.

Shiloh.

You gonna eat that meat or you gonna play with it?

- I'm not hungry. - Now, don't be giving it to that dog.

What's the doggy gonna eat, then?

Nothing here, honey.

Eat your food.

Ray, he doesn't want it.

Eat your dinner, Marty.

But I don't feel like it, Dad.

You got a problem?

You know, I don't know how he can be so mean about that poor dog.

He's hurt bad.

That poor dog's going back across the river when I get finished eating.

If it is Judd's dog, his new one,

probably doesn't have enough sense to get back by himself.

So we put him in the truck...

We drive him over.

- Okay? - No.

- What's that? - I said yes, sir.

Uh-huh. Now eat your food.

There you are.

Good doggy. Here, I got some food for ya.

Come on Marty, let's go.

You know, Dad, maybe we can keep the dog

- for just one more day. - Marty, please.

Just get in the truck.

The dog has ticks, though.

So?

Judd'll take 'em off.

What if he doesn't?

Well, that's his concern, not yours.

It's not your dog.

Now get in the truck.

Man...

You know, Judd cheats people.

He once got Mrs. Wallace so frazzled that she gave him change for 20 instead of a 10.

Uh-huh.

Well, he also kills deer out of season, too, Dad.

I mean, remember the buck he said he hit with his truck?

I know. I saw the buckshot.

How do you go about reporting someone who don't take care of his dog right?

If this dog's been mistreated, he's only one out of 50,000 that is.

Yeah, but this one come to me to help him, Dad.

I knew that's why he was following me.

I got hooked on him.

And I wanna make sure he's treated right.

Marty, I want you to get this out of your head.

I mean, if this is Judd Travers' dog, it's no mind of ours how he treats it.

What if it was a child, though?

If some kid were shaking like this poor dog was shaking and...

Marty, this here is a dog.

It's not a child. It's not your dog.

So I want you to quit going on about it. You hear?

Huh?

You hear?

- I hear. - Alright.

Hey, Ray, how you been?

Hey, Judd.

You getting out?

No. I wanna make sure he belongs to Judd first.

Nice day.

Yeah, it sure is.

How's your mama?

Uh, not so good.

Thanks for asking.

What brings you out this way?

You forget to deliver some bills?

Oh, no, no.

It seems that my boy found this beagle.

Thought it might be yours.

I thought I'd lost that chow hound.

Show him the dog, Marty.

Yeah.

That's him, all right.

Bring him on down, boy.