The Adventures of Greyfriars Bobby

That's a nice bull. All right.

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Bobby!

Bobby, to the pen! To the pen!

Good Bobby.

Good boy. You stay back there!

Come on. Come on.

Got ya!

Good work there, lad. You did well.

Good boy, Bobby.

He's brave enough for the luck of you.

I'd have to say that.

Aye, he is.

I still say you'd be better off with a proper police dog.

Bobby does fine for me.

Aye, well, you always had a soft spot for the runt of the litter.

Are you sure you're not hurt?

Just catching my breath.

Move along!

Nothing to see here.

Here you go, boy.

A wee present for saving my stall.

That's good of you, would you mind giving it here?

Aye.

There you go, eh, Bobby.

He won't mind all this, yeah?

Aye. Since he was a pup.

Ewan. Did you see Bobby?

I thought the bull had got you there, John.

Well, that was just luring him on!

Oh, aye, is that a fact?

Mind you, at that, at any moment you could have fitted between his horns.

So how's Maureen?

Uh, she's fine, thank you.

Good, well,

let's go home and get your tea, eh, Ewan.

Come on, then, Ewan.

Hey. Your mother's right.

Off you go.

Hey. I have my work to do here.

Go on.

Aye.

Please be seated.

Let not change be feared

by men with a pure heart.

And that is what I want to talk to you about today.

Change.

The children I see,

sitting before me,

hold the key to ridding the old town here

of the poverty and disease that have gripped it for generations.

Only with the education of these young people

will come the changes that are so badly needed.

Changes to the atrocious conditions in the workplace.

Changes to the scandalous state of the shoddy and dangerous housing.

Changes to the whole miserable standard of life

here in the old town.

Did you enjoy the service, Mr. Smithie?

Run along.

No, I did not, Reverend.

I'm sorry to hear that.

I don't believe you are,

I don't believe you are at all.

You see, I know what you're trying to do, and it's not going to work.

I have run my mill the same for 20 years, as did my father before me.

My workers are perfectly happy, sir, believe me.

Mr. Smithie, in the old town here,

folk rise at 4:00 in the morning, they work a 15-hour day,

and are fortunate if they live to see their 40th birthday.

Would you call them happy?

Fascinating. Good day, sir.

Children as young as eight are forced into work.

The squalor they live in spreads cholera and tuberculosis.

Oh, very interesting, Reverend,

but I don't think the gates to the church are the place for such an outburst.

Then where is, Mr. Johnson?

I'm just trying to do some good here.

And very commendable, too.

But if you wish to stay in the parish,

perhaps you should concentrate your efforts on something more traditional, like...

A harvest festival.

There's nothing like an impressive array of root vegetables

to cheer up a congregation.

That man is poison, Mr. Gray.

Aye. What, him, Mr. Smithie, and plenty more like him.

They'll not listen while they're making money off the workers' backs.

Aye.

Well, I hope you don't mind me asking,

but, well, I thought I knew my Bible well, but I cannot recall exactly where Jesus

gave us his thoughts about change.

Aye, well, you'll maybe not have seen them, no,

they were in His monthly newsletter.

He beat me.

I think they made the hill steeper.

Look at this town at night.

You can hear the ghosts talking amongst themselves.

-Ghosts? -Aye.

Chattering away about something or nothing.

You know, there are more ghosts here in Edinburgh

than in the whole of the rest of the British Isles put together,

did you know that?

-No. -Aye.

It's a fact.

Didn't you hear them? What's that they say?

Will you hold your noise now, please?

They stopped!

Aye.

Aye.

I saw young Ewan today.

-Mmm? -Aye, he's growing up fast.

I offered to help with his reading--

He'll be the breadwinner soon enough, there's no time for any reading.

There's always time for reading, Maureen. I mean, Ewan,

he's a bright boy, too bright to waste away in the mill.

They need food on the table like everyone else.

Yeah, but if the bairns could read and write,

then they could do better than that factory--

Factories or the poorhouse. Yes, we know.

Watch out, Bobby, he's on his soapbox again.

And what if I am? I thought that was what you liked about me, my passion!

Get away with you, unless you want some hodgepodge!

Nothing wrong with a man being passionate!

Sit down.

Breathe this.

John, have you seen a doctor like you said?

Aye. I'm fine.

I'm just a wee bit tired, that's all.

Is that what he told you?

No, no.

He used a lot of long medical words, but that's all it amounts to.

Hello?

Is there somebody there?

No! No!

-Are you all right, Ada? -No! Please!

Stop!

No!

Bobby.

Bobby!

Bobby!

Hey!

Bobby!

Bobby!

You're all right, you're all right.

The vet says he'll make a full recovery.

But there's always a danger of infection,

so the wound needs...

covering.

Ewan.

Yeah?

It's only the afternoon, Mr. Gray!

Aye, I know.

I am just a wee bit tired.

You should have seen Bobby in the fight today.

Ewan, come on away, let him get his rest, eh?

No, the lad's no bother, Ada.