♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Surely we don't need to repeat the mistakes and cruelties of the past.
♪ ♪ TRISTAN: She's a part of the family, and we'd hate for her to get hurt.
CRANFORD: One sick cow, you could lose the whole bloody herd.
HELEN: We all have to make sacrifices for the greater good.
CRANFORD: So you'll be having them up your place, then?
HELEN: I just hope to God you don't end up putting down half the cows in the district.
Florence, you need to trust me.
I've got it.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) KITTY: Hello, Ministry of Agriculture.
The MAG, that's right.
How can I help?
(phone ringing) HARCOURT: Bloody nonsense!
KITTY: Yes, I'll put you through.
(people talking in background, phones ringing) HARCOURT: If I were to look up incompetence in the dictionary, I'd see your face staring right back at me.
Form B 213 DT.
Yes, I'm positive.
Take a seat, Mr. Herriot.
No, I'm sure Mr. Harcourt isn't trying to ruin you.
Yes, I'll put you through.
(button clicks) Mr. Harcourt, Mr. Wilkinson is on the line for you.
He won't be long.
HARCOURT: Absolute poppycock!
(phone clangs) Herriot!
I think he's ready for you now.
♪ ♪ (door opens) Good morning, Mr. Harcourt.
How are you?
I'll tell you how I am, I'm bloody annoyed.
In fact, I'm hopping bloody mad!
It won't happen again.
You don't know what it is yet.
But whatever it is, I, I can assure you... That's what you said the last time when you found an infected cow of Postlethwaite's that had already been dead for two years!
That was very clever.
I don't know how you managed it.
I am trying.
Then why, why the bloody hell do you keep ballsing up the TB testing?
(Tricki snorting, Mrs. Hall humming) Oh, here.
I'll do it with the rest later.
Oh, don't w... Mm.
(Tricki snorting) Mrs. Pumphrey still in London?
For the duration of Tricki's health visit, I imagine.
Might your husband surface at some point today?
He had a meeting with the Ministry of Agriculture first thing.
Oh, dear, the MAG.
Why "oh dear"?
(snorting softly) Well, you don't normally get called in there unless you've done something terribly wrong.
Has anyone seen my... James hasn't done anything wrong, has he?
One of my veterinary officers was on that farm, and he found that you hadn't served a notice of cleansing and disinfection.
Yes, it is bloody right!
In fact, you sent the form to me.
Maybe you want me to go disinfect the place.
Is that it?
Would you like me to slip along there and get busy with the hosepipe?
I'll go now, if it makes you feel any happier.
No, no, no, of course not.
(exhales) Herriot, there's just one thing I want to know from you.
Do you want this bloody work or don't you?
Please, Mr. Harcourt, I give you my word, I-- we... We do want the work, very much so.
Please give me another chance.
If we are to win this war against TB, we can't afford any mistakes.
We're in the business of saving lives here, Herriot.
Animals, as well as humans.
Weren't it you who told me that?
Well, we'll go through the procedure once more, shall we?
Yes, by all means.
First of all, if you find an infected animal, you serve B 205 DT Form A, notice requiring detention and isolation of the animal.
Next, we have B 207 DT Form C, notice of intended slaughter.
Then B 208 DT Form D, postmortem certificate.
Then we have B 196 DT, veterinary inspector's report.
B 209 DT, valuation agreement.
And in cases where the owner objects, we have B 213 DT, appointment of valuer.
Then B 212 DT, notice to owner of time and place of slaughter.
Followed by B 227 DT, receipt for animal for slaughter.
Finally, B 230 DT, notice requiring cleansing and disinfection.
A child could understand that!
It's simple, isn't it?
Yes, yes, certainly, absolutely.
And I can assure you, from now on, I'll get it right.
(snorting) (door opens) (Jess barks) (panting) (barks) MRS. HALL: Hush, Jess.
Tricki's a guest.
No, Tricki, you're on a strict diet.
Dry dog biscuits only.
That's Jess's food.
Do you think James is in a bit of trouble?
Well, knowing Harcourt, a whole heap of it, I expect.
I did warn James.
The whole testing business is more trouble than it's worth.
If it goes wrong, he could shut us down.
I see you're currently testing at Rudd's farm.
Yes, heading up there today for my second visit.
Don't make a balls-up of this one, Herriot.
I like you, lad, I do, but there can be no more chances after this.
(blows with teeth against lips) (lighter clicks, Harcourt puffs on pipe) (door opens, phone ringing) (door closes) (exhales) You waiting on something?
I'm... Well... (object banging loudly) Bloody hell!
(growls) That sounds like it.
MRS. HALL: What on Earth?
(car horn honking) (door opens) (Tricki growling, car horn honking, door closes) (engine sputtering, horn honks) (Jess barking) (engine bangs, stops) (Jess barking) What do you think?
HELEN: You got it!
Looks fantastic, Tris.
Did you know?
I got it for a song in the end, too.
You mean you paid someone money for this?
I know, hard to believe on my meager wages.
Yeah, it's not much to look at, but Dinsdale assures me that it's as solid as a tractor.
It sounds like one.
I'm sure with a bit of love it can be transformed.
Exactly, Mrs. H. Fancy a drive?
In that thing?
Um, there are less painful ways to die.
Still want a lift up to Heston Grange?
If that's all right.
(car door opens) Oh, James asked if you'd take on these visits today.
What visit... What are you talking about?
TRISTAN: Well, it's a light surgery day, so I thought I'd help James out.
Another reason I got this beauty.
MRS. HALL: That's very industrious of you.
Isn't it, Mr. Farnon?
(car door closes) Um...
Yes, all right, I suppose.
(engine starts, backfires) (engine rumbling) I'd rather I'd been consulted first, but I'll...
I'll allow it.
(engine sputtering) (Jess barking) Jess!
Wait, who's looking after surgery, then?
(horn honks) (engine backfires) SOLDIER: Move along!
♪ ♪ Come on!
(shouts) Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
(engine idling) (shifts) ♪ ♪ Yeah, twist it round a little.
Yeah, that should do it, I reckon.
Hold up, I want to make sure it's done right.
I'll just, uh, tighten this up, see if that helps.
Thanks for all your help on the farm, Tom.
It's hard for me to be here as much, now I'm at Skeldale.
You're quite welcome.
How are things at Skeldale?
James all right?
He's fine, why?
Oh, all that nonsense with Postlethwaite.
He's just letting off steam, is all.
Oh, sorry, Helen, I thought you'd've heard.
It's nowt really.
Postlethwaite had the MAG over at his farm, trying to test a cow that had been dead two years.
Some sort of form mix-up.
It's all been sorted now, mind.
I'm sure it weren't James's fault or owt.
No, of course.
♪ ♪ (dog barking) Morning!
(chickens squawking) Morning, Dick.
Keeping you busy, these Ministry fellas, eh?
You don't know the half of it.
Aye, all right, well, I'll, uh, start bringing cows through for you, then.
(car door closes) SOLDIER (echoing): Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
Left, left, left, right, left.
(echo fades, dog barking) (birds chirping) (cows lowing) RUDD: There you go.
(cow moos) (shushing) (cow moaning) She's good.
(shushing) (moos) Just need to measure this swelling.
Could be something or nothing.
(moans sharply) Richard Alderson were saying that he can charge extra for his milk now he's had testing done.
Every bit helps.
(cow sneezes) Could be a bit of chill, I suppose.
I'm going to take a sample back to the practice.
Just to be on the safe side.
All right, if you think it's necessary.
But believe me, I would gladly be wrong on this occasion, Dick.
(cow moos) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighing): Right.
Done, done, done, done.
(exhales) (engine starts) (gear shifting) (engine sputtering) (birds chirping) GERALD: Is her name really Mrs. Hardmeat?
MRS. HALL: Apparently so.
(dog barks) GERALD: Well, Mrs. Hardmeat makes a very soft sponge.
(Mrs. Hall chuckles) I'll be out of a job soon if these patients keep bringing in cakes for Tristan.
Come on, Rock.
You could be a woman of leisure: travel the world, sail the high seas.
(laughing): I'm just happy if I can hang up me pinny for an hour or two.
(chuckles) You know, there's an Elgar recital at the village hall this week.
I hear pinnies are strictly forbidden.
Yes, they're playing my favorite.
Well, we could go, if you like.
Yeah, all right.
Well, how about tomorrow?
I could pick you up.
Oh, I'll meet you there.
(sputtering, clanking) (engine backfires, stops) (ignition grinding) (ignition grinding) ♪ ♪ Tristan?
I was just out on some jobs, and I, uh...
Thought I'd, thought I'd check on Daisy.
See how she's doing.
Daisy is fine, thank you.
You having a spot of car trouble?
No, I just bought it today.
Still getting used to it.
A Morris Cowley.
You think so?
(chuckles) Why, don't you?
No, no, I, I do.
Yes, yes, absolutely.
Oh, hello, Daisy.
Yes, you seem to be doing just fine.
Yes, all looks good from here.
What are you really doing here, Tristan Farnon?
I'm not quite sure, to be honest.
I suppose I wanted to say hello.
(chuckles) Okay, well, goodbye, then.
I could take you for a drive.
In the car.
I mean, if you like.
Not now, obviously.
Or next week.
I'm free most of this month.
♪ ♪ Pick me up at 2:00 tomorrow.
Let's see what this lady can do.
All right, good.
(car door opens) (engine starts) (gear shifts) MRS. TURNER: You'll make sure?
SIEGFRIED: Yes, Mrs. Turner, I'll make sure Tristan gets the cake.
We're really sorry we missed him, aren't we, girls?
Yes, I'm sure he will be, too.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (exhales) Come on, Tricki.
(Tricki yipping, panting) (Siegfried whistling softly) (steps approaching) Positive case.
One of Rudd's cows.
Well, better that you caught it now.
Yes, I suppose.
Did Harcourt give you a hard time this morning?
It's all in hand.
You know the MAG are our lords and masters.
And Charles Harcourt is not the benevolent manager you're used to.
I'm serious, James.
They have the power to shut us down if they want.
You said this was my sole responsibility.
I did, yes, I did.
I'm just reminding you to keep your nose clean, that's all.
♪ ♪ Beautiful.
You missed a bit, though.
(sighs) Good day?
Rudd's got a cow with TB.
You're not giving it to them.
And every case you catch, you help stop the spread.
Mm, that's not how most of the farmers see it.
Tom told me about Postlethwaite.
You know what farmers are like, though.
They're never happy unless they got something to grumble about.
(sighing, sets brush down): He's right to be upset, though.
We've had a lot of positive cases.
And I keep making a hash of all these forms, which does nothing to help.
That what your meeting with the MAG was about?
Amongst other things.
Why are you keeping all this to yourself?
It's not that I'm keeping it from you, it's just...
I was the one that pushed to take on the testing, and you and your dad took such a risk siding with me.
I just feel like I'm letting everybody down.
You, Siegfried, Dick, and... And what?
(drums playing on soundtrack) Nothing.
You could never let me down.
Yes, I stood by your side because you're my husband, but it's also the right thing to do.
Harcourt gave me a final warning this morning.
And I've got all these forms to complete for Rudd's case, and I just can't seem to get a grip on them.
(sighs) There's nothing else?
(clears throat): No, that's it.
Then we'll sort it.
We'll have cake coming out our ears soon.
I don't know why they feel the need to lavish Tristan with baked goods.
Well, he's charming-- they like him.
So why do I never get any cake, then?
One of life's many mysteries.
(Tricki growling) Come on, Tricki, yes.
(Tricki snorting) (growls) Uh, it's nearly dinner time.
A mere hors d'oeuvre, Mrs. Hall.
(grumbling) Not for you.
(grumbling) (mimicking Tricki) (engine bangs) Oh!
He's gone to hide again now.
He'll get used to it.
That bloody car.
(door opens) Half the animals in the district will be scared silly.
(door closes) Oh, looks like Mrs. Turner's been.
Best lemon sponge in Darrowby.
Except for yours, of course, Mrs. H. Dinner's nearly ready.
Tristan, we really need to talk about that car.
It's frightening the life out of poor Tricki.
(with mouth full): Oh.
Goodness's sake, Siegfried, what is going on with you and that dog?
What're you talking about?
Nothing's going on.
Mm, you'll be wearing pearls and feeding him foie gras next.
I'm really starting to worry about you.
I just don't think that car is right for you.
All right, it's perfectly admirable that you've done these things under your own steam... And he saved up for it.
All well and good, but the fact is, it's not suitable.
Now, I've spoken to Dinsdale and he's agreed to take it back... No.
What do you mean, no?
Just exactly what I said, no.
It is his car.
But it... Now, this is the money from Mr. Higgins, plus what he owed from last month.
Mrs. Trent, Mr. Robertson, all accounted for.
So you'll be back in the practice tomorrow, then?
Well, we've nothing booked.
Unless we have an emergency case come in, I'm taking Florence for a drive in the new car.
Not Florence Pandhi.
Oh, Tris, that's exciting.
The daughter of our rival?
Your rival, yes.
I forbid it.
(laughing) I'll go put this in the ledger.
(mimicking): "I forbid it!"
(laughing): Oh, Siegfried.
Well, he's showing some initiative.
Doing all the things you always wanted him to do.
It's a good thing.
You should be happy.
It is, I am, I just...
I'd better go and check that Tricki's all right.
♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) Mrs. H is saving you some breakfast.
Oh, watch that.
Right, so these are the forms you need Rudd to sign: B 205 DT Form A... Mm-hmm.
And B 207 DT Form C. This one here, B 213 DT, is just in case he requests a valuation.
So you might not need it.
I'll make a start on the rest today.
Are you sure you're not needed up at Heston Grange?
This is more important.
♪ ♪ Cheerio.
There can't be any mistake?
I tested her myself.
She will have to be taken for slaughter.
Well... Could have been worse, could've infected whole herd.
I just need you to sign these forms.
I get compensation, though, don't I, Jim?
The statutory value is five pounds.
We can appoint a valuer if you don't agree.
I have another form here, if you'd like to contest it.
Oh, it's all right, Jim.
Right, I just need you to sign these, then.
It's usually Mrs. Rudd's job, that.
I see-- is she around?
She's out at market.
Well, perhaps you could sign them, then, this once.
Then I can have Jeff Mallock come down and collect her, get it over with.
Right you are.
And you will have to shut the farm down.
Just temporarily, until the MAG can come down and retest the herd.
Shut the farm?
Hey, hey, you didn't mention that.
Because I was hoping it wouldn't come to this.
It's going to put me out of pocket.
I know, and I, I am sorry, Dick.
♪ ♪ No, not there.
That's for me to sign.
If you just sign there.
♪ ♪ It's just, just a bit of paper to them, innit?
I can assure you it means more than that to me.
♪ ♪ (car door opens) It'll be all right, Dad.
(door closes) Go on, back to work.
♪ ♪ Tricki!
(tapping table) Has anyone seen Tricki?
Oi, he was left in our charge, we're responsible for him.
Why don't you let me do that?
Oh, I can manage.
Borrow me blanket.
You don't want her sitting on the damp ground.
Oh, thanks, Mrs. H. ♪ ♪ (whistles) Oh, get out, you daft bugger.
(snorting softly) (imitating Mrs. Pumphrey): Come on, Tricki, darling.
It's little darling's favorite.
It's Battenberg, yes.
MRS. HALL: Oh, how the mighty've fallen.
Oh, I was just, um... Poor dog's terrified to come out.
He's scared stiff of that wretched car-- I know Tristan feels strongly about it, but really it's, it's got to go.
He's very proud of it.
He'd be prouder still if he thought you approved.
Of that rust bucket?
(chuckling): I don't think so.
(calling Tricki) What's this all about?
Because I know it's not about Tricki.
Oh, it's nothing.
(calling Tricki) I just...
I suppose I wanted to be the one to buy Tristan his first car.
Well, you were.
We both know how that turned out.
And I'd be lying if I said I hadn't any regrets.
He worked for this car.
He earned it.
I just wish he'd do as he's told!
No, that's not true.
I'm glad he's doing things off his own bat.
He's a man now.
You've got to let him make his own decisions.
Even if he does buy a rust bucket.
I suppose I could allow him a little more autonomy.
Better get ready.
Where are you going?
I'm going to the Elgar recital with Gerald.
What the young people call a date.
We're just going to the recital together.
It's not a... date.
Have a nice time.
All the more for me.
♪ ♪ (with mouth full): Oh, now he comes.
You're all the bloody same-- you never do what I ask until I stop asking!
(snorting) They Rudd's forms?
How did it go?
As well as can be expected, I suppose.
Here, let's get these done and in the post.
Oh, give it here, for God's sake.
(chuckles) Thank you.
(exhales) Would you like a job?
As your official form filler?
Mm, more like my form assistant.
What's the pay like?
But the benefits are pretty good.
(chuckles) (people talking in background) Barker.
MAN: Come, love.
You're not in the fields now, my boy.
Is that Tom?
♪ ♪ SERGEANT: Wilson.
♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Tom never said a word when I saw him.
Poor Anne and Bert, they must be worried sick.
Tom's doing his duty; it's important.
What you're doing, the TB testing, being a vet, that's important.
You do know that, don't you?
You're saving lives.
People's livelihoods rely on you.
I know that, it's just...
I don't know, it doesn't always feel that way.
If you hadn't found that cow of Rudd's, his whole herd would've gone down with TB by now.
His milk's sold across the county.
There's a reason your job's protected.
But how can I, in good conscience, watch those young lads go off for their training whilst I stay here, testing cows and living in my nice warm home?
It doesn't seem right.
No, I know.
I know, and I feel it, too.
I do understand, James.
But it's not your decision to make.
The people in charge say you're needed here.
You are needed here.
And I'm not just talking about the farmers and the practice.
I need you.
I need to know you're listening to me.
You're staying here.
I don't care if it sounds selfish.
Even if it is selfish.
I need make sure Mallock's taken Rudd's cow, get these last forms signed off.
♪ ♪ (talking in background) You all right, Charlie?
(talking in background) Sorry.
(instruments tuning) Are you all right, Audrey?
I think we need to talk.
(exhales) Well, how about a walk around the block instead?
(audience applauding) I'd like that.
(orchestra begins "Salut d'Amour") It's my fault.
I shouldn't have pushed you to come.
You've been nothing but kind.
And I enjoy your company very much, Gerald.
I hope you know that.
You don't have to explain yourself, Audrey.
No, I want to.
You deserve it.
I'm just... not used to talking like this.
I loved my husband.
And things happen that are out of our control, and it... Well, it is what it is now.
I've made my peace with it.
And with how things are with Edward, as well.
But it hurt me.
It still hurts me.
And I don't want pity.
Plenty worse off than me.
But I feel safe with how things are.
In my place at Skeldale.
Life in Darrowby.
And I just... Not ready to change that.
("Salut d'Amour" continues) I understand.
♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Daisy barks) What do you think of the sandwiches?
I'm pleasantly surprised.
Did you make them?
Of course I did!
Well, maybe I had a little bit of help.
(both laugh) This is a beautiful spot.
I've actually never brought anyone here before.
Is that right?
And I'm not sure why I just told you that.
(both laugh) Do I make you nervous, Tristan Farnon?
Maybe a little.
(chuckles) Does anything make you nervous, Florence Pandhi?
I suppose I've got so used to people looking at me funny and asking me where I'm really from, I've grown a thick skin.
I'm certainly not indomitable, though.
You seem it.
You seem to know exactly what you want and how best to get it.
"Seem" being the operative word.
(chuckles) Aren't we all just trying to figure things out as we go?
To err is human and all that?
I feel like I spend half my time doing what everyone else wants.
And the other half?
Worrying that I've done it wrong.
(chuckles) (Daisy barking) What do you want?
From life, I mean?
I don't know.
I went to the school that I was sent to.
Became a vet because that's what Siegfried wanted.
You've never had your own dream?
You dreamt of owning a car.
And then you bought yourself one.
(both chuckle) You decided to ask me out.
And now here we are.
(chuckles) The only person holding you back is you, Tristan Farnon.
Yeah, I suppose you're right.
I usually am.
(both laugh) ♪ ♪ (engine stops) (cow mooing) (car door closes) Jim!
I've just come down from top field.
Edith tells me Mallock's been!
He's taken wrong cow!
He's off with me best milker!
Get on the phone to the knacker's yard right away.
Edith's already tried that, there's no reply.
He'll have shot her before we can stop him.
He'll ruin me, Jim.
Which way did he go?
Edith said he went off towards Grampton about ten minute ago.
He might be picking up other beasts on the way.
I'll go after him.
Well, it's your responsibility, you know!
(engine starts) ♪ ♪ (quietly): Come on, come on, come on... (engine backfires, rattling loudly) TRISTAN: What's that?
FLORENCE: I said, where are we going now?
(laughing) I haven't got a clue what you're saying, sorry!
Please, please, please, come on!
(grunts, honks horn) Move over!
♪ ♪ (engine backfires) FLORENCE: Well, someone's in a hurry.
Hang on, wasn't that...?
♪ ♪ JAMES: There's Mallock's van!
That's it, old girl, come on!
(horn honking) Come on, that's it.
That's it, old girl, that's it!
(engine sputtering, grinding) Oh, no.
No, no, no, no, no, no, not now, not now.
Not now, damn it!
Damn it, not now!
(horn honking) (door closes) ♪ ♪ (engine backfires) ♪ ♪ It is him!
Spot of car trouble?
Oh, thank God.
(James panting, Tristan chuckling) TRISTAN: Everything all right, old chap?
JAMES: I'll explain on the way.
Oh, I've always wanted to do this-- come on, then!
(engine backfiring) TRISTAN: This is Jim, by the way.
Nice to meet you, I'm Flo.
JAMES: You, too.
FLORENCE: Yes, lovely view.
(snorting) Tricki... (snorts) You're back early.
Seems it, uh, might have been a date after all.
Sorry to interrupt.
Can I have a word, Siegfried?
I'd best get dinner started.
Is everything all right?
Not really, no.
How about a sherry?
♪ ♪ (softly): Edward.
(breathes deeply) We saw Tom earlier.
He's volunteered for training.
And now James has got it in his head that what he's doing here isn't enough.
I've told him, he's in a reserved occupation, that he's needed.
The TB testing, it's important.
What did he say?
He said he knows, but...
I know this sounds selfish, but I've given up so much to be here-- Jenny, me dad, the farm.
And I don't regret it, I don't.
But I can't lose him.
I won't let that happen.
Why do you think I made him partner?
He's vital here.
There's no way he'd be allowed to leave.
What if we can't stop him?
Helen, look at me.
It may not always seem like it, but I do, in fact, still run this place.
Everyone under this roof is in my care.
Do we understand one another?
(doorbell rings) I'll get it.
SIEGFRIED: Harcourt, come in.
It's unusual to see one of you MAG fellows out in daylight.
I always imagined you'd turn to dust.
Witty as ever, Farnon.
(clicks tongue) (car horn honks) ♪ ♪ (horn honks) (brakes squeaking) JAMES: Jeff!
Jeff, oh, thank God!
You've got the wrong cow!
You're not Jeff Mallock.
Aye, you're right there, lad.
Is there owt else I can help you with?
Well, what now?
JAMES: Oh, I hope we're in time!
♪ ♪ (engine backfires) FLORENCE: So who was that chap?
TRISTAN: Ket Feller from the cattle market.
♪ ♪ (engine backfires) ♪ ♪ (dog barks) Sorry, Tim.
(barking) (chain rattling) (barking continues) Shut up, Kevin!
Shut up, Kevin!
Hey up, Mr. Herriot!
See you've brought the whole gang with you.
JAMES: Hello, Jeff.
I always like a bite about this time.
So I see.
Jeff, I, um...
I'm sorry, but you've caught me out, Mr. Herriot.
What do you mean?
Well, I always like to get carcass dressed for you, but you've come a bit early.
But that, I just saw the carcass through the window.
Nay, nay, nay, lad, that's not her.
You mean, that isn't the cow from Rudd's?
No, that's right.
I had to do another one first.
Rudd's cow's still in wagon.
(laughs) Aye, alive, aye!
Last time I looked, aye.
Not had a finger on her.
(cow moos, shifts inside truck) MALLOCK: Nice-looking cow for a goner.
JAMES: She's no goner.
Jeff, you've got the wrong cow there.
That's Rudd's best milker.
TRISTAN: Yeah, we've been chasing you across the Dales.
Pulled over Ket Feller by mistake.
(all laughing) Well, that's a corker!
So you'll head up to Rudd's and you'll change the cows over, then?
Aye, aye, give us a minute.
Don't like to rush me grub.
Would you like some?
Build up your strength.
You look like you lost a shilling and found a sixpence, lad!
No, no, it's very kind of you, Jeff, but no thanks.
TRISTAN: I'd love some.
Pork pie, my favorite.
Pork pie, yeah, yeah.
Aye, aye, get stuck in.
(Kevin barking, car door closes) (with mouth full): Shut up, Kevin!
You daft apeth!
If you wouldn't mind, there is a form that needs signing.
MALLOCK: Aye, aye, aye.
♪ ♪ (chuckling): The wrong cow!
♪ ♪ (engine backfires) (engine backfires, stops) I'll walk you to your door.
(breathes deeply) FLORENCE: Come on!
(Daisy barks) Bye, Tim.
♪ ♪ (breathes heavily) I'd, uh, completely understand if you never wanted to see me again.
I promise that is not what I had in mind.
Tristan Farnon, that was, by far, the best date I've ever been on.
♪ ♪ Oh, uh, by the way, it's Jim, not Tim.
(laughing): Why didn't you tell me sooner?
(laughing) I'm so embarrassed.
Sorry, it was too much fun.
(sighs) ♪ ♪ I don't think I can take much more of this.
Aw, come on, old chap, cheer up.
We did it, we saved the day.
And got the girl?
Ah, well, a gentleman never tells.
But yes, yes, I did, we were just kissing back there!
Weren't you watching us?
I don't know.
Maybe Siegfried was right, the testing is more bother than it's worth.
I don't think I can do it anymore.
Well, never tell him that.
It might create some sort of space-time continuum.
I think I have to, Tris.
I'm going to.
Ah, Herriot, there you are.
Thought I'd drop in, check how things are running here.
Mr. Farnon has been kind enough to fill me in on everything.
How'd it go at Rudd's farm?
Um, we, um... Well, unfortunately, we found another positive case.
So can I expect more forms?
They were posted this morning.
I am giddy with anticipation.
JAMES: And I have a signed B 227 DT for you.
A receipt for slaughter.
How'd you guess?
And we agreed on the statutory compensation with Rudd.
What's this "we," Herriot?
How do you mean?
It's all you, ain't it?
You're responsible for all this.
I am, yes.
I told Mr. Harcourt you took the running of the TB testing program entirely upon yourself, on top of your usual practice work.
Aye, that's true, but... HARCOURT: The amount of them you were getting through, I assumed the whole practice was turning its hand to the matter.
No, no, it was just him.
HARCOURT: Your work will already have saved lives.
♪ ♪ (shaking hands) You're a credit to your profession, lad.
Thank you, sir.
Yeah, in fact, the next district's falling behind somewhat.
Perhaps you might like to take on the extra work.
I... Of course he would.
But please, for the love of God, do not make a balls-up of any more forms!
I'll make sure of it.
(chuckles) MRS. HALL: I'll show you out.
Well done, Jim.
This new car of yours.
Want to show me how it runs?
I can't very well let you out in it until I know it's safe.
Lead the way.
SIEGFRIED: We're going for a spin, Mrs. H-- want to join us?
(sighs) Oh, wait.
I'll get me coat.
See how needed you are now?
Not least to finish painting those doorframes.
(chuckling) Come on.
(both laughing) (barks) (footsteps ascending, laughter continues) ♪ ♪ EDWARD: I think it would feel right for us to meet.
I'm waiting for someone.
SIEGFRIED: You'll cook and clean in Mrs. Hall's absence.
Is it bad?
Sometimes they can deteriorate quite quickly.
We promised his headmaster a day's work experience.
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