All language subtitles for The.Adventures.Of.Greyfriars.Bobby.2005.720p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX]

That's a nice bull.
All right.

Bobby!

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.

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.

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.

You're a good man, John.

Hey, look.

Ah, now look who's come
to see us.

Hi.

Hi.

You've been the best friend
a man could wish for.

You make sure he's all right.

You know what I mean.

Will you make sure?

He still gets his runs?

Aye.

Good lad.

You know, I want you
to have this as well.

You know, there's some
fine tales in this book.

About men who rose
above their circumstance,

made a difference
to the world. Good men.

Here.

Thank you.

Are you in this book?

Lord, no.

No.
The idea...

No.

I wasn't able to make enough
of a difference.

Hey, come on,
best be off.

Bobby's getting
a mite restless.

Better take him out
for a wee walk.

Not too far, mind.

Should I take him up to
the hill where the ghost is?

Aye.

Aye, up where the ghost is.

Come on, boy!

You can hear the ghosties too,
can't you, boy?

Quiet, please!

Hush now!

Doesn't work for me.

Bobby.

What's the matter?

Because John Gray
had a vision.

A vision of a better life
for everyone living here,
in the old town.

He worked day in, day out,

to achieve that goal.

And now we can only pray
that John's efforts

were not in vain.

And that in some way,
he is still amongst us.

Showing us the path

to that better life.

Bobby!

Bobby!

You'll not find him,
he's gone!

He's gone.

Pity's sake, Ewan.
Can you not show some respect?

Sit quiet.

Come on, bedtime, my sonny.

Ma, where do you think
Bobby is?

I think Bobby is curled up
in front of a roaring fire
somewhere, eh?

Bedtime.

Fresh bread!
Fresh from the oven!

Fresh bread!
Fresh baked from the oven!

Fresh cut watercress!

Strawberries and watercress.

Come and get
your fresh bread!

Fresh from the oven now.

Coconuts, coconuts.

They're lovely, all the way
from the tropics.

Come on now, last few left.
Lucky coconuts.

Cures all known diseases.

Easy-to-open coconuts.

A wee secret
of the Orient, missus,

a drop or two of coconut milk
in your husband's tea, and
you'll think he's 21 again.

I'm not married.

Aye, well,
a drop or two in yours
and you soon will be.

And what do you want,
with all your staring?

You being a terrier and all,
puts me in mind that you might
be a police dog.

'Cause I've done
nothing wrong yet.

And that other time
was a clear case
of mistaken identity.

They were just lying about.
And I just picked them up
to keep them safe.

Do you like mutton pies?

'Cause I've got one left.

Just in here. There.

Don't get me wrong,
it's not a bribe.

More a gesture
of good will.

Good dog.

Ewan, your ma promised
my ma you'd look after me.

So you can't run away.

And anyway,
what's the big hurry?

Trying to find my dog.

Your dog?
But you don't have a dog.

Hey, hey, hey.

On your way, sir.

Now, can you not read?

It says, "No dogs."

And stay clear.

Go on!

Will you not take a telling?

There. That'll show you.

Don't you even
think about it.

If I catch you in here again,
I'll wring your neck.

James, are the rats
getting bigger,

or was that a dog
I saw running
around earlier?

Aye, sorry about that,
Minister.

He's a stubborn
wee beggar.

Every time I throw him out,
he's right back in again.

Any reason, do you think,
why he's so keen
on being close to God?

No, sir. No idea.

Well, we should admire
his perseverance,
if nothing else.

Perhaps we should all take
a lesson from our wee visitor
about never giving up.

I'm waiting for Mr. Smithie
and Charity Commissioner
Johnson.

Old Money Bags
and Misery, huh?

Well, doesn't sound like
a social visit to me.

No, it's not.

Reverend Lee,

when you're ready, sir.

Mr. Johnson, Mr. Smithie.

Shall we go through
to the vestry?

I think we should,
unless it's too miserable
for you?

What do you want,
laddie?

Well?

I'm looking for
a white terrier.

Really?
Give me a couple of days

and I'll see what
I can come up with.

I'm looking for
John Gray's terrier, Bobby.

You mean Constable Gray?
God rest.

It so happens I can
help you there, laddie.

Now,
enough is enough.

Let's meet half way.

You'll not be harmed,
but you're not biding here.

Where you going?

Hey! Come here!

What do you think
you're doing, hey?

Is this your dog?

Because you should
look after it better.

Have you not got
a voice in your head?

-Hey! Huh?
-He's not mine.

All right.

Now we're getting somewhere.
So whose is he?

He was John Gray's dog.

What, Constable Gray
that's buried here?

Where are you going?

Rats.

Yes, well, I'm afraid
they're everywhere.

Well, they should not be
in God's house.

You are losing control, sir.

A matter secular,
as well as spiritual.

Whatever shall be next?

A dog?

Does he always do that?

James, how did that dog
get back in here?

I was about to throw him out
once and for all and he ran
away again.

Just get him out of here.

I would if I could catch
the wee bleeder.

Sexton,

can you explain why
you've let this place
be overrun with wild animals?

They're hardly
wild animals, sir.

My God, look, there are lots
of dead rats everywhere.

A dog.

Dogs are not permitted
on church land.

-No, sir.
- No.

Then why does this animal
seem to have the run
of the place?

Well?

He catches the rats.

Be quiet, boy.

He catches the rats.

I said be silent!

He does, sir.
The bairn's right,
he catches the rats.

And as such, he's a great
asset to the church.

The rules state no dogs.

They do.

Heh, they do.

But if I'm not mistaken,
Mr. Johnson, Mr. Smithie,

does not that fine
gentlemen's club you belong to
on Princess Street

exclude ladies?

Yes. Gentlemen's club.

[Lee] But you do have women
there doing the cleaning up
and the cooking?

Yes, but they're
on the staff.

Well, he's on
the staff here.

What?

I was going
to explain earlier,
but I didn't get the chance,

that I've employed, uh...

-Bobby.
-Bobby.

...Bobby, here as
our rat catcher.

As a what?

As a rat catcher. He's, uh...
He's very good at it.

Very good.

And he'll help to
keep the graveyard
safe for visitors.

He demands no wages
or shelter.

So it will cost
the church assembly nothing.

Sounds like the Reverend's
got you there, gentlemen.

Great, sir.

You haven't heard
the last of me.

Believe me.

Bye, now.

Good day to you,
Mr. Johnson.

Wee troublemaker.

I've never seen
anything like it.

He's the furry
Eighth Wonder of the World.

Well worth the trip
to see him.

He's been there
for weeks now, praying.

And would you believe it?
He sleeps on his master's
grave every single night.

Come rain or shine,
hail or wind.

And he answers
to nobody but meself.

Give me a farthing
and I'll show you
if you like.

Thank you, sir.

Bobby, Bobby!
Here boy.
Come on, it's Tam.

Come on!

That's a terrier's way
of showing affection.

Ah, welcome to Greyfriars.

A delight to see that Bobby
has brought us some visitors
from the new town.

I was wondering
if you wouldn't mind
looking at this.

-State of the old town.
- Coconuts.

The atrocious conditions...

Holy coconuts.

Magical coconuts.

Would you like
some coconuts?

It's that infernal dog.

They're laughing at me
out there. They are.

You see?

Doubt it has anything to do
with you, Mr. Smithie.

Oh, you doubt it,
do you?

And how do you
account for that?

I've had it pinned
to my office door
this morning.

I didn't realize
any of them
could even write.

No.

You know, I've had
two requests from
the workers this week.

Requests?

Yes, the usual stuff.
Nonsense, safety cages,
a bit of lighting,

that sort of thing.

Before moving here,
I believe that
John Gray's widow

was a shop girl
in Dunbar.

-Fascinating.
-Mmm, well, perhaps it is,
Mr. Smithie, because, uh...

a word in the right quarter
and I just might be able to

remove this embarrassment.

"Took
his great army to...

To..."

That long word there,
is that where he took
his army?

"And beat 20,000 soldiers

led by...

By..."

There's another
long word here.
Somebody he beat.

There's a picture of the man
himself here, do you see?

He was a great soldier
from a long time ago,

when they didn't
have trousers.

Ewan.

I thought I'd find
you here.

I need to have
a word with you.

So you see, Ewan,
it's a new start for me.

I'm away back to Dunbar.

Tomorrow.

Apparently, I can
have my old job
at the hat shop, there.

Oh, Ewan, darling,
do you realize what
I'm saying to you?

I'll be taking
Bobby with me.

No!

I must.
I cannae just leave him.

Ewan, he's...

He's all I have left...

of my John.

All right, that's me.

Now you'll have to stay here
while I'm out at work.

What?

You'll have the run
of the place.

Oh, cheer up. Look here.
I've left you some scraps
in your bowl.

I've cut them up
into little pieces.

Wish me luck.

You have to stay here, mind.

That's a good boy.
You be good.

Will you not come
and play with me?

Go on.

Ewan?

Go!

Go on, you...

Darn things.

For goodness sake.

Left to bother.

What is it?

Eh? What is the matter?

Bobby, come here.

You know, you've scarce
made a sound
since we left Edinburgh.

Aye, I know.

Here.

Go on.

Do John proud.

You take care of yourself.

Just mind yourself there,
son, okay?

That water is scalding hot.

Not that you've got much
to say for yourself, eh?

Will you mind
the splashing there, son?

Bobby? Bobby!

You're back!

Bobby!

Bobby!

Bobby!

You came back.

Bobby's back!
Bobby's back! Bobby's back!

Ada, it's your boy.

What's he doing?
Is something wrong?

[Ewan] Do you see that?
Do you see who's here?

I do. I do, son.

Oh. Did... Did you hear them?

Did you hear them
shouting so loud?

That's my son.

That's...

That's my Ewan.

Lord have mercy.
Bobby!

Is it you?

Hey!

You walked all the way
from Dunbar.

Thirty miles or more.

I don't know
how you did it.
I really don't.

Improbable beastie.

Are you back
to stay, boy?

James, I near
filled my boots.

Graveyards give me
the creeps.

Good dog.

Bobby.

Take that cur
down to the river and dispose
of him once and for all.

Mr. Johnson.

I will not
need to bother.

The dog's broke its neck
with the struggle.

You there!
Have you seen a dog
come by just now?

What sort of a dog
would that be?

A terrier.

-A terrier?
-White.

A white terrier?

No, no, no. Definitely not.

You see, I'd have said he was
more of a light cream, myself.

-Oh, Bobby!
- Bobby! You're all right.

This way! Come on!

Beggar!
Don't lose him!

No, Ewan, stop.

That's Mary King's Close.
It's full of ghosts.

Just hurry up.
Try not to think about it.

But... But, Ewan!

Mary King's Close.

-Superstitious poppycock.
-No.

No. Sealed in 1645.

Plague victims,
hundreds of them,
with no escape, buried alive.

And when they
came to open it
half a century later...

Good God, preserve us.

A farthing?

Mind you,
it was a long time ago.

Give me the dog.

No.

Give me the dog.

No, Ewan.

Please.

Don't harm him.

I'm so sorry.

No!

Devil!

No! No, no!

Did I frighten you?

Tam!

I thought
you were a ghost!

Aye, well, that was
the general effect
I was after.

The Headless Highwayman
is my personal favorite.

Although, 'round here,
I usually do the entombed
plague victim.

But I couldn't get any chains
at such short notice.

You see, our policemen
are a wee bit superstitious.

It's helped me out of
an embarrassing situation
from time to time.

So you think
Mr. Johnson was actually
trying to harm Bobby?

Definitely.

Well, I don't like
to speak badly of people,

but he's an evil man
who should roast horribly
in the flames of hell.

That gunman is the stupidest
idea I've ever heard.

Every day, one o'clock.
We're all going to die
of heart failure.

My ma says
it's to tell the soldiers
their dinner's ready.

Bobby!

Where you going?

Whoa! Sorry, laddie,
you cannae go in there.

Hello, wee boy!

You're the famous wee dog
from the kirk! Are you not?

Ah, you're a bonny-looking
wee man.

What do you say we take you
to the mess? For some real
soldier's bully beef, hey?

Go on.

Those perishing soldiers.

They're feeding that dog
too much good beef, he'll
not so much as look at a rat.

That's the fourth day now.

Well, I'm damned if I'll stand
here and let outsiders poach
our Bobby away from us.

What are we gonna do,
Mr. Brown?

I'll get my visiting hat.

Your intentions are very well,
Sergeant Scott, but, uh...

you're leading
the wee beastie astray.

Turning his head.

You'll surely not
begrudge him his dinner.

Well, he eats with us.
He's our dog.

I heard he was no man's dog.
His owner died and since then,
he'll answer to no one person.

-Aye, but--
-It would seem to me

that since he belongs
to no one in particular,

he belongs to the whole
of Edinburgh.

-What do you mean?
-I mean

that you're the guardians
of the most famous dog
in the land.

-You don't think...
-Beyond a doubt.

And all I ask is the honor
of giving the wee fella
a good feed,

should he choose to come by.

Well, as guardian of the most
famous dog in the land...

What do you think, Ewan?

I say aye.

Well, as long as
it's Bobby's fancy to do so,
I won't gainsay it.

But you make sure you don't
detain him after nightfall.

I'm not gonna
bide up all hours
to open the gate to him.

You have my word
of honor, sir.

I told him, eh? Eh?

It's a very
difficult time.

We have 20 people
for every vacancy.

Oh, please, Mr. Smithie,
I understand that.

But, well,
I've been working here

since I was no more
than his age and...

And he's my son.

Does that not count
for anything?

Ewan.

Tell me, Ewan,
are you the, uh, wee lad

looks after that dog,
down at Greyfriars?

Huh? Well, you do understand
that if you did work here,

the days would be long
and the work, very hard.

Six days a week,
12 hours a day.

No time for any shenanigans
with that animal.

Ewan, will you
answer Mr. Smithie?

I shall.

Good.

Very good.

But who'll take Bobby
for his runs?

Bobby can run perfectly
well by himself.

That's right.

You listen to your mother.

Now, Ewan,
you run along home,

because I have a few details
I need to discuss...

with your mother.

Go on now, sonny, go home.
I'll be back soon
with your tea.

What's that?

Who's that, Bobby, eh?

The whole
building's come down!

Have you seen Ewan?

Get back to
your mother, Mary!

-Mother, Ewan's in there!
- Ewan!

Bobby!

Bobby, what is it?

Ewan!

Ewan! Is he there, Bobby?

Come on, son. Come on!

He's not breathing! Help me!

Come on, son! Come on!

My book!
My book, my book!
Where's my book?

Is this what you want?

It's gonna come down!

What's happened?
Where's my ma?

There's been
a terrible accident.

Your whole building...

I'm afraid
your poor mother...

But she cannae be,
she cannae be.

I'm so sorry.

The boy's
far too young to be of
any real use here, Reverend.

You see, what I need
is trained people.

Can you not give him
a chance, sir?

It was a terrible accident.
110 souls lost.

Thank you. I'm fully aware
of the extent of the disaster.

I must have lost at least
20 of my workforce.

Production is down 16%.

Besides, I only took
the boy on in the first place
as a favor to his mother.

No, I'm sorry, Reverend.
That's my final word.

Your charity will be
rewarded in heaven, sir.

Good day.

Surely there must be
someone in the parish
who can take him in.

Och, man, who?

You've had the goodness
to keep him
this fortnight past.

I'd be happy to keep
him longer.

No, no, James, no.
You've neither the space
nor the money.

Nor does anyone
'round here.

Is this all we can do?

We're satisfied, young man,
that you are genuinely
destitute and orphaned.

You are therefore to be
admitted forthwith to this,
the Cowgate Poorhouse.

Here to remain
until such time
as you are of an age

to earn your own
independent living.

Or as we see fit.

I think we should start
the boy on oakum picking.

I believe Master Adams here
should learn his lesson.

Hold down
that sniveling in there!

If you do not stop
that row in there, boy,

I will really come in there
and give you something
to blub about!

Sit there.

All right. I want every fiber
of this rope ripped out.

And you will not move
until it is all done.

And if you have a mind to moan
about it, I will take what is
left and I will use it.

Understand me?

Good.

Come on,
stop your tongue
and work, will ya?

You there,
stop talking!

Bobby!

Every week,
they make up some...

story, so I cannae see him.

I checked with one of
the warders, he said that...
that Johnson...

he won't let him out.
Treats him like a prisoner.

Well, he has no kin.

So no one has
any legal right.

No.

But we'll keep trying, eh?

Aye.

You've been with us
a month now,
have you not, Adams?

Don't know, sir.

It is customary,
after a month,

to allow the children
their day's outing.

I expect you'd want to be off
down to Greyfriars, hmm?

See the dog.

Give him a run, hmm?

Show him off to everyone.

Aye, sir.

That's exactly why you're not
going to be allowed out.

Now, tidy up this room for me.
Start with the books.

Boy.

I want you to clean up here
every day after you finish
your other work.

Aye, sir. Every day, sir.

Roger Priest!
Settle down!

Keep together, now.

Bobby?

Bobby!

You found me!
I knew you would!
Shh! They'll hear you.

Bobby! Shh!

I can't come out.
They won't let me.

What's the matter?
Are you all right?

Oh. You're a wee genius.

Quiet in there!

You all right, boy?

Oh! Get back here,
come back here, boy!

Come back here, Adams!

-Did a boy come past you?
-No.

Well, come up here
and help me find him.

Get off! Get off of me!
Get off me!

-Get off!

Come back!

Where are we going?

Bobby! What are you doing?

Bobby! You'll wake everyone.

Bobby?

Ewan?

Mary?

It's Ewan!

Ewan!

Oh, my God!

I'm sorry to wake you...

Is this where you live now?

What's happened to you?

I just got...

Do you think I could
bother you for a drink
of water, Mrs. MacPherson?

Come inside, laddie.

Oh, you're skin and bone.

Hush, Bobby.

Ewan!

Hello, Mr. Brown.

-You're out!
-Aye, I am.

Well...

Have you ever seen
such a smart wee thing, eh?

I'm working
for Mary's dad now.

Is that a fact?

A butcher's boy, eh.

-Aye.
-Aye, first day.

You come here.

-You all right there,
Mr. Brown?
-Aye, aye, aye.

Just... something
in my eye there.

Come on, come on.

Well, there's been
a few changes.

Remember Sergeant Scott
up in the castle there?

Well, his regiment
has gone to India.

India, a subcontinent,
rainfall 55 inches a year.

-Where did you get that?
-I learned it in a book.

Two hundred million
people live there, and
their favorite food is rice.

Yeah.

That's foreigners
for you, eh?

Back here in Edinburgh--

Edinburgh, 150,000 people
live there, and their rainfall
is 26 inches a year.

What?

Edinburgh, 26 inches
of rain a year.

Was it only books on rain
in that place?

I'm glad to hear it.

Now, before you tell me
with all your new learning

what I'm going to have
for my dinner.

Sorry.

Bobby is even
more famous than ever.

We got folk
from the new town

coming down here every day
to see him,

and the minister tells them
how bad it is here.

And there's talk that we
might be getting real drains.

And it's driving Money Bags
and Misery to drink!

"New Dog Licensing Act.

Streets be cleared of strays.

All owners to register
their animals."

All owners?

So...

Greyfriars Bobby,

your owner will have some
difficulty registering you.

Short of a miracle.

Hey! Stop it!

What do you think
you're doing? Eh?

Their duty, sir.
They're dog catchers.
Carry on, gentlemen.

Explain yourselves!

This is consecrated ground!

Well?

The Dog Licensing Act, sir.
You're harboring
a stray animal.

What you talking about, man?

What is this nonsense?

It's the law.

Well done that, man.

Oh, your attention is to be
drawn to paragraph eight.

"Every person
in whose custody,
charge or possession,

or in whose house
or premises, any dog
shall be found or seen

shall be deemed to be
the person who shall
keep such a dog."

Look, enough of
your blathering, just tell me
in plain English, sir!

The dog's abode is Greyfriars,
but you are not its master.

Neither are you.

His master's dead.

But, sir!

Tomorrow at noon,
if John Gray doesn't appear,

the Burrough Court
will claim ownership,
the animal will be destroyed.

Executed.

John Gray is dead,
and you know he's dead.

And kindly inform Mr. Gray

that he shall also
be answerable
for a seven shilling license.

Good day to you.

No! No! No!

Ewan!

Ewan!

I could not stop him.

Johnson has the law
on his side.

I hate that man.

It's barely more than hour
before noon.

Nothing less
than the ghost of John Gray
can save Bobby now.

Do you remember
what Sergeant Scott
said that time

we went up to the castle,
Mr. Brown?

What, about his dinner?

No,

that Bobby belonged
to the whole of Edinburgh.

Aye, he did.

In the poorhouse,
I read a book.

Oh, here we go.

Be something about rain.

No, it was the history
of Edinburgh.

There is someone who can help.

He's not just our Bobby.

Who do you think
can help?

Ewan!
Where are you going?

What are you doing?

Just trying to see
the Lord Provost, sir.

Do you have an appointment?

No, they're going
to kill Bobby!

He can't see you
without an appointment.

Now, if you would
care to contact--

Oh, no, you don't.

Next,
animal number 17.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

it shall be poisoned
until dead.

Next.

Animal number 18.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

it shall be poisoned
until dead.

Bobby's number 44.

He had it on his collar.

Where you off to, laddie?

MacPherson's Butchers.

Some cow's livers, the best.

And so we shall proceed
to animal number 27.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward

to register the dog, it shall
be poisoned until dead.

Enter.

Please, sir, I don't have
an appointment, but I have
to tell you about

an injustice being done
to the whole city.

I thought it was you.
Come here!

I'm sorry, Sir William.
I have no idea
how this boy get in here.

I've thrown him out
once already.

-They're going to kill Bobby!
-Who's Bobby?

-A dog, sir.
-How dare you bother
the Lord Provost

about your stupid dog!

He's not my dog,
he's everyone's dog!

Sergeant Scott said so!
He's your dog, sir!

If I don't get him back,
then they're going
to kill him!

Get him out of here,
Constable.

They're going to kill Bobby!

Animal number 41.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

it shall be poisoned
until dead.

Animal number 42.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

it shall be poisoned
until dead.

Next, animal number 43.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

it shall be poisoned
until dead.

Animal number 44.

Order!

Free the wee dog!

Order!
Order in court!

One more such outburst,
and I'll charge you
with contempt!

-Shows them.
-Yeah.

Animal number 44.

Since no legally recognized
owner has come forward
to register the dog,

he shall be poisoned until

What on earth?
Who let that animal in here?

I did, Your Honor.

Why, Sir William.

What brings you
to our courtroom, sir?

A dog, Your Honor.

Nothing more than
a simple, little dog.

This one, to be precise.

Please.

His name is Bobby,

and he lives
within the burial grounds
of Greyfriars Church,

where he can be found
standing guard
over his master's grave.

I believe you know him
as number 44.

Well, I, uh... 44.

I agree that
the streets of Edinburgh
should be cleared

of any dangerous
or diseased animals.

However, this dog is
not diseased, Your Honor.

And I'm given to understand
he's not dangerous to anyone.

Unless, of course,
they happen to be a rodent.

You tell him, big man!

Order, order!

Be that as it may,
Sir William,
the dog is a stray,

and, therefore,
in the eyes of the law,
he must be punished.

"A stray"?

Defined as an ownerless,
domestic animal.

I should know,
I published a dictionary.

But how can
Bobby be ownerless

if he lives
in Greyfriars Kirk?

-Who runs the kirk?
-Well, the city council.

-Who controls the council?
-The Lord Provost.

-Who is the Lord Provost?
-Why, you are, sir.

So, who owns the dog?

Why, you do, Sir William.

With apologies for the delay.

Hurray!

Good on you,
Sir William!

Order!

Silence in court!

Excuse me, Your Honor.

Sir William...

Charity Commissioner Johnson,
you have something to add
to this case?

I was wondering whether,

under the strict
interpretation of the law,

whether Sir William
could solemnly swear

that the dog would,
at all times,

remain within the confines
of Greyfriars churchyard.

-'Course he can! Tell him so!
- Silence!

I will not warn you again.

Well, Sir William,

can you make
such a guarantee?

-No, Your Honor.
-No.

No, I... I thought not.

I'm sorry. How can I?

This dog cannot be
confined or contained.

Such is his spirit
of independence,

he deserves the freedom
of the whole city.

[Johnson] Hmm.
Uh, I might also add that,
under the city council rules,

no dogs are allowed
in the churchyard, anyway,

so, this court can hardly
confine a dog to a place

where it is not permitted.

Thank you, Mr. Johnson.

I will decide
what the court thinks.

'Course.
I apologize, Your Honor.

Sir William,

I don't want to appear
the villain of this piece.

What's the matter with you?

I need to get this paper
to the Lord Provost, there.

A stray dog is a stray dog.

And the law is the law.

-Is it important?
-Aye.

Well, you're not
a wee boy anymore...

you're big enough
to stand up for yourself.

So,

-So that's that.
- Yep.

In the case of
animal number 44...

If you need to say something,
then you say it.

...as no legally
recognized owner
has come forward...

You make yourself heard,
Ewan Adams.

...he shall be
poisoned until--

Sir William!

Sir William!

What is this?

Constable, I will not have
my court interrupted--

Now, one moment, Your Honor.

Please, one moment.

Uh, Constable, would you, uh...

Thank you.

You...
You have something?

Your Honor, I would like
to read a list of names,
if you would indulge me.

Aye, aye.

"Robert Adam,

Sir Walter Scott,

John McAdam,

Robert Burns."

All great men of Edinburgh,

great men of history,

of Scotland,
spelled with two T's,

by the way, not one.

Sorry.

Whether there are
two T's or not,

what have the great heroes
of this city got to do with
the case of a stray dog?

Well, Your Honor, thanks to
a young lad's love of books,

these names remind me
that I still have one option...

to save Bobby.

It is, therefore,
with the greatest pleasure,

that I confer upon him

an honor
not lightly bestowed,

and shared with
the great achievers
of history.

Bobby, I grant you

the Freedom of
the City of Edinburgh.

A freedom, it seems,
that he's intent upon grasping
with both paws.

Oh, I see that Bobby wishes
his friends could join us.

And who are we to disobey
a free person of the city
of Edinburgh?

Thanks, Bobby. Sexton.

Is that a cold
you have there?

You won't get much of a blow
with that wee scrap of lace.

Would you like to go
with mine?

- Mrs. Gray
-Ada.

Mary, you look beautiful.

Oh, Bobby!

You look fine.
You look fine.

John would've been
proud of you.

Mrs. Gray,
would you have this?

It saved Bobby,
and maybe me.

I think Mr. Gray
would want you
to have it back now.

Thank you, Ewan.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

Ewan,

I feel justly humbled
by what I have seen

in the old town today.

Something must be done.

Something will be done.

There is no reason why

the old town should not
blossom from the seeds
nurtured in this churchyard.

As a first step, I offer you,
Ewan, my lad,

an apprenticeship
in my publishing house,
Chambers and Company.

So, what do you say to that,
will you take the chance?

Aye, sir! I will.

Thank you.

And I vow

that every citizen
of Edinburgh will be
guaranteed the opportunity

to show the good
that is in them all.

Praise!

Thank you, God!

Would you care to see
all the good I have in me?

Hip, hip, hooray!

In the end,
John Gray was wrong.

He and Bobby were able
to make a difference,

and leave the world
a better place.

And so, after another
11 years' loyal service,

still refusing ever to leave
his master's side,

Greyfriars Bobby
lay on John Gray's breast
one last time,

closed his eyes,
and finally, went to sleep.