♪ ♪ MRS. HALL: I've applied for a divorce.

Does he know?

No.

♪ ♪ HARBOTTLE: You are disorganized, erratic, and irresponsible.

We are vets.

We put animals before profits.

Perhaps we should have left it at the foxtrot.

Carpe diem.

Are you saying what I think you're saying?

If you want to start a family... You know I do.

Me, too.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sheep bleating) You two gonna lend a hand or what?

(inhales): Oh, must've nodded off.

We had two callouts last night.

After a full day's lambing-- again.

ALDERSON: It's a poor do.

Lambs don't stop coming just because you're weary.

Come on.

Let's be having you.

(lamb bleats) Sorry.

It's good practice.

Sleepless nights.

(footsteps jogging) ♪ ♪ Although, to get to the baby part, we do have to spend time together conscious.

(chuckles): I know, and we will.

I'm actually cooking up a plan to make sure of it.

Ooh.

(Helen exhales) ♪ ♪ (sheep bleating) He comes highly recommended.

Top scholar in his year, by all accounts.

It's only a placement, but we'll finally have a new assistant.

Perfect.

Isn't it?

Mmm, you'll have all your work, plus nights, plus teaching this student what's what.

ALDERSON: Aye.

JAMES: Yeah, but once I've trained him up, I'll have someone to delegate to, which means more time for Helen and I. Till Siegfried sends him packing after five minutes.

Aye, like he always does.

But he won't be Siegfried's assistant.

He'll be mine.

Your own little James to boss around.

Exactly, and that's the difference.

Although I see myself as more of a mentor.

ALDERSON: A what?

A guide.

Oh, aye.

♪ ♪ (bell tolling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ No signs.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED (calling): Herriot?

Yes?

Mrs. Hall's making Tristan's bed up.

Says we're expecting someone.

Because we are expecting someone.

The student we agreed to host.

Well, he's not having Tristan's room.

He isn't?

You didn't say not to offer board.

I didn't think I needed to.

I'll have a ring round, see if I can find somewhere.

Where is the boy, anyway?

Is he late?

I don't believe so.

If he had anything about him, he'd be early.

Mr. Carmody's rather beholden to the train from London.

That's his name, is it?

Richard Carmody, yes.

Richard Carmody, from London.

He won't last.

(exhales) (doorbell rings) (dog barks) Oh, Uncle Herriot, thank goodness.

It's the most dire emergency.

(exhales) ♪ ♪ MRS. PUMPHREY: Cedric is my new foster.

His dad is away with the Army.

I don't wish to embarrass him, but, um, it's something of an anti-social malady.

Not showing signs of aggression, is he?

Oh, no, no, no, no.

On the contrary, he's as gentle as they come.

Aren't you?

(chuckles) A tad excitable, though, which does tend to exacerbate things.

And what things are we talking about, exactly?

(stammers): Well, he suffers from an excess of... Of?

(doorbell rings) Mind if I get that?

Mm.

(door opens) (door closes) Hello-- I hope I'm in the right... Richard Carmody.

Yes, I'm afraid I got somewhat lost.

James Herriot, come in.

Come in, come in.

♪ ♪ JAMES: Round here.

Right this way.

(door opens) Uh, Mrs. Pumphrey, I'd like you to meet Richard Carmody, our brilliant new veterinary student.

Delighted to make your acquaintance.

How do you do?

(dogs snorting, whimpering softly) Well, this is all proving rather cozy, isn't it?

(dogs panting) JAMES: Mrs. Pumphrey was just about to tell me what's ailing Cedric here.

Yes-- now, I know it's not his fault, and it's perfectly natural.

But he does seem to suffer really quite terribly from... From?

From... (passes gas audibly) Flatulence.

(spraying) WINSTON CHURCHILL (on radio): A tremendous battle is raging in France and Flanders.

The Germans, by a remarkable combination of air bombing and heavily armored tanks have broken through the French defenses north of the Mag... (switch clicks, radio stops) How did we get here?

They're coming closer, aren't they?

He can't say in his letters, but I expect he's in France.

In his element, no doubt, up to the eyeballs in cheese and wine.

On military rations?

(chuckles): He'll be lucky.

Where there's a will, Tristan finds a way.

James didn't mean any harm, you know.

About this student stopping in his room.

Has he graced us with his presence yet?

Yes, went straight in with James.

But you're late.

For what?

A wheezy horse, up at Grace Chapman's.

♪ ♪ (breathes deeply) (whispering): Mrs. Pumphrey, you said it was an emergency.

(aloud): It is.

My community tea party's just around the corner.

The aim is to raise everyone's spirits, not bombard them with noxious gas.

Perhaps one could keep the dog outside.

Banish him from the bosom of his foster family?

Oh, I, I couldn't countenance such cruelty.

Do you always treat your animals like people?

(Tricki grumbles softly) MRS. PUMPHREY: Yes, Tricki, I quite agree.

He's not like Uncle Herriot.

Uh, I suggest we reduce Cedric's protein intake and try him on an antacid.

Should clear things up in no time.

MRS. PUMPHREY: Oh, how marvelous.

That's so kind of you, Uncle Herriot.

We're very grateful.

And to you, too, I suppose, Mr. Cardomy.

♪ ♪ (horse wheezes) SIEGFRIED: Shh, shh, all right, Teasel.

That's a wheeze, certainly.

Does it worsen with exercise?

(exhales): Yeah, I've been giving her all the rest I can, but I can't afford not to work her.

It's heaves, I'm afraid.

(sighs): I thought so.

You can see she's having trouble.

It's taking twice the effort to breathe.

(Teasel snorts) The air goes in, but the lungs have lost elasticity, so she's forced to use her abdominal muscles to push it out again.

What's brought it on?

Sensitivity to mold or dust, usually.

Soaking the hay before she feeds can help.

I'll give her an arsenical expectorant for her drinking water.

That should ease things.

But will it cure her?

Well... ANNE: It's just that she's Tom's, is Teasel.

I know he's always been very fond of her.

I'd hate for my grandson to come back home and... You know.

He's away with the Army.

(Teasel snorts) She's young and strong.

I can't see why she wouldn't recover.

I'll do my damnedest to help in any case.

Right-- thanks.

(softly): Hey.

(Teasel snorts) (guns firing in distance) Keep telling her, take another lad on.

Won't listen.

Too much like replacing Tom, she reckons.

Well, she's done well to cope on her own.

There's work here for three, at least.

Doesn't help with that lot training next door.

We're grateful to them, but it's not easy.

More to come, I'm afraid.

Things are about to get a great deal more difficult, by all accounts.

♪ ♪ I thought we'd never discover the trouble.

Oh, yes.

She's not one to be candid about delicate matters.

The animals are the easy part, of course.

It's the people who cause all the bother.

(footsteps approaching) Ah, this is Mrs. Hall, our housekeeper extraordinaire.

Hello.

Richard Carmody.

MRS. HALL: How do you do?

Make yourself at home-- you're very welcome.

If you'd be kind enough to show me where to put my things, I shall get myself settled in.

Mrs. Micklethwaite has a room for you.

Very clean, very particular.

Just across the square.

There was a misunderstanding with Mr. Farnon... Who's just got back.

After you.

♪ ♪ Mr. Carmody, I presume.

You presume right.

SIEGFRIED: Final year RVC?

Yes, specializing in equine science.

Standards must be slipping.

I'm not sure I understand?

You were late.

I was not.

I arrived in Darrowby an hour ahead of schedule, only to discover the street signs had been removed to discourage enemy invaders.

It took a little extra time to locate Skeldale House, through no fault of my own, and yet I arrived at 3:00 sharp, as arranged with Mr. Herriot.

♪ ♪ I stand corrected.

Farnon, Siegfried.

Don't ask.

It's a pleasure, sir.

Cup of tea?

♪ ♪ Hello.

I thought you'd gone off to unpack.

I did, only to return.

Everything's all right with the room, I hope.

Very satisfactory.

Thank you.

We're sorry about the crossed wires.

Mr. Farnon does normally offer board, but... Not to worry.

You should make yourself at home, all the same.

Will you stop for supper?

No, I expect I'll continue.

I've an apple somewhere.

No, I mean will you stay and have supper with us?

Oh, no, I won't intrude.

Oh, no, you wouldn't be.

Rather a lot to catch up on, I'm afraid.

Right, then.

I'll let you get on.

I'll set you a place anyway.

For supper-- just in case.

Siegfried barked, but he didn't bite.

All went rather well.

Mm-hmm, so far, so good.

Carmody.

CARMODY: Hello again.

And this must be Mrs. Herriot-- how do you do?

How do you do?

Thought I should familiarize myself with the animals in for observation.

Oh, we can do that together tomorrow.

SIEGFRIED: I don't mind showing him now.

JAMES: No need.

You sure?

Quite sure-- I'll catch you up.

It's his first night.

And I am supposed to his mentor.

Should only take an hour or so.

Oh, tell you what, shall we just stay in?

I'm dead on my feet anyway.

We can make up for it on Saturday.

Saturday's Mrs. Pumphrey's tea party.

Not if we make our excuses.

I could send my assistant instead.

Ooh!

See?

Has its perks.

And everyone will be out.

Well, when you put it that way...

It'll be worth it once he learns, I promise.

Let's hope he's a quick learner.

♪ ♪ (dog barks) MRS. HALL: It's only been a few days, but it's nice to have another lad about the place.

But he'll take some getting to know, I think.

Do you reckon he'll stick?

Well, he seems very confident.

(Rock barks) Young.

(chuckles) We'll see.

Well, I'm looking forward to meeting him at Mrs. Pumphrey's do.

Yes.

But, um... (breathes deeply) Before we go, I, uh, I wanted... (exhales) What?

No, never mind.

It'll keep.

All right-- until later, then.

I'll see you at the manor.

Or you could try saying it.

Whatever's been eating away at you.

You can tell?

Course I can.

I know you, Audrey.

But if you... (exhales) If you, if you're giving me the elbow, I'd rather have it straight.

No.

I'm not giving you the elbow.

No?

No.

(exhales): I'm... ...getting a divorce.

♪ ♪ There he is.

How was Sharpe's cow?

Nervous, acetonemic, and extremely slobbery.

I do wish you'd fetched me.

Not sure Mrs. Micklethwaite would've agreed at 4:00 a.m. Oh, put the kettle on while you're up, will you?

Mrs. Hall's out with Gerald.

Acetonemia.

Comes up like clockwork in the exam, you know.

Yes, but I can't make up my mind which theory I endorse.

Stevens maintains it's the incomplete oxidation of fatty acids... Sjollema leans towards liver intoxication.

CARMODY: And Janssen implicates one of the centers of the autonomic nervous system.

What's your view?

CARMODY: If we could pinpoint the exact cause of the production of diacetic acid and beta-oxybutyric acid in the metabolism, we'd be well on the way to understanding the problem.

Don't you agree?

I do.

Wholeheartedly.

James?

(inhales): Absolutely.

Yes.

I thought perhaps we could get to grips with the dispensary later.

SIEGFRIED: Oh.

I've just offered to take him to Chapman's.

I'm following up with Teasel.

Heaves.

Also known as pulmonary emphysema.

Sounds like an interesting case.

We'll start there, then.

No reason to trouble yourself.

I'm afraid you're due at Pumphrey Manor.

Cedric's flatulence hasn't abated.

Ventos regere non possum.

(laughing): Sed vela aptare possum.

One can't control the wind.

...the wind.

Very good.

(chuckling) (tea kettle whistling) (laughter continues, James exhales) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (clears throat softly) ♪ ♪ MRS. HALL: I don't know what Robert will make of it, of course.

Might disagree.

Well, he'd be cruel to stand in your way.

Not that I've any plans.

Or ideas.

(chuckling) I know that.

It's been such a long time.

I'd just like to hold me head up high.

For meself and to God.

Know that I've nothing to be ashamed of.

You haven't.

No matter what happens.

(Cedric snorting softly) (groans, coughs) (weakly): Cedric.

(grunts): Cedric.

(Tricki barks) Ooh, Cedric!

(James grunts, Cedric panting) Oh, dear, I'm so sorry, Uncle Herriot.

(laughs) Oh, I'm afraid he's proving to be something of a handful.

Tricki and I haven't slept a wink because of his bounding and whining.

I have never known a dog so boisterous and clingy.

Yes, listen, I'm talking about you.

And how about his wind?

The frequency's reduced a little.

However, the magnitude has not.

Uh, I've decided to move my party alfresco, to be on the safe side.

And his diet?

Suitably meager, as instructed.

Well?

He's the picture of health.

I'm not quite sure what else to suggest.

(clicks tongue, sighs) Where was he just now?

Out for his daily walk with François.

Once might not be enough.

He's not the lapdog you're used to.

Increasing his exercise should calm him down a bit.

We could do with some calm, couldn't we, Tricki?

Yes, we are extremely fatigued.

Well, I'm sure the party later will revive you.

Yes, that and community relations, I hope.

I've extended the invitation to the infantry training camp.

I've heard they've certainly been making their presence felt.

Mmm, which is why it's time we got to know each other.

Mm-hmm.

If anyone needs a morale boost, it's those young men.

Mmm-- I hope it goes swimmingly.

You'll be coming, of course.

♪ ♪ GRACE: I did everything you said, to the letter.

(Teasel snorts) (Teasel nickers) How does that sound?

(sheep bleating) Encouraging.

(gasps): It worked?

Wetting her hay and that?

Reducing her exposure to allergens has decreased the chronic inflammation of the lungs.

That means she's on the mend.

(laughing) Tom will be pleased to hear that, won't he?

He will-- thanks, Mr. Farnon.

It means the world.

(murmuring) HELEN: I thought you were gonna send Carmody.

JAMES: I am, but she wouldn't let me off the hook.

Mrs. Pumphrey, she's like a boa constrictor.

The more you struggle, the tighter the grip.

Oh, I should ask her for some tips.

Before you say it... Not another plan.

It's a good one.

James, if we can't have any time together, I'd rather stop here.

Get me never-ending list of jobs done.

Listen, listen.

We go to the party, do a quick circuit.

As soon as the coast is clear, we sneak off without saying goodbye, enjoy the whole afternoon at home, alone.

All right-- but I'll be holding you to that.

I certainly hope so.

(both chuckling, sheep bleating) ♪ ♪ Close the damn gate!

Sorry.

(muttering): Keep your hair on, fella.

SIEGFRIED: What about you?

Do you see yourself joining their illustrious ranks?

Never, if I have anything to do with it.

Really?

Our new PM believes suffering lies ahead.

That suffering will be greater if we cannot feed the country.

True.

I intend to serve by doing my duty to our farmers.

We're a reserved occupation for a reason.

Indeed we are.

♪ ♪ How was Teasel's pulmonary emphysema?

Clearing up very nicely.

Glad to hear it.

We can discuss treatment protocols before we head to the party, if you'd like.

Oh, that's all right.

I've been through them all with Mr. Farnon.

Do you drive, Carmody?

Never got around to it.

Oh, have to see about that.

Will we?

Can't see us having time to teach him.

Impressive chap like Carmody?

Duck to water.

What I mean is, he'll have his studies to return to, and, no doubt, he intends to join up.

That's just it.

He doesn't.

He means to serve as a vet.

At home.

You know, I was too hasty when I said he wouldn't last.

I think he suits us very well, indeed.

Excellent work finding him, James, truly.

♪ ♪ (car engine starts) Last one to the manor's a rotten egg.

(horn honks) How did I become Tristan?

Don't talk daft.

(car door closes) (nickers) (neighs) (music playing, people talking in background) JAMES: Good afternoon, ladies.

HELEN: Hello.

MRS. HALL: Hello, there.

François.

FRANÇOIS: Afternoon.

HELEN: Hello, boy.

(Cedric panting, snorts) (children laughing, calling) ("Long Way to Tipperary" playing in background) Oh, there's Gerald.

Excuse me a minute.

Come on.

Sooner we've shown our faces, sooner we can go, remember?

(music continues) MRS. HALL: And, uh, do your parents live in London, Mr. Carmody?

Occasionally-- they're mostly abroad.

Oh.

Can't bear to be in one place for long.

So you're well-traveled, too.

Only as far as boarding school and college.

Well, if it isn't Cedric.

I should check on how he's bearing up.

Don't forget your gas mask, lad.

Audrey keeps me abreast of all your goings-on.

SIEGFRIED: I expect our goings-on are more eventful than your average day at the bank.

You'd be surprised.

Really?

Might go see about some cake.

Hello there, boy.

Still knocking everyone for six, is he?

His odeur makes me long to return to France.

France has just been invaded, old chap.

Exactement.

Gosh, well, what's Mr. Herriot treating him with?

Uh, walking.

Just walking?

Lots of walking.

Hm, I wonder what good that'll do.

Well, plenty for his behavior, actually.

Interesting.

(Cedric barks) And what about his digestion?

There's nothing wrong with his digestion.

But wouldn't his persistent gas suggest otherwise?

(Cedric growls, barks softly) GERALD: And that's when we realized.

It wasn't Lady Middlethorpe emptying her account, it was her butler.

Fur coat, wig, bold as brass.

Never!

The butler did it?

(both laughing) The butler did it!

Only, only he didn't, 'cause, 'cause three of us grabbed him before he could leg it.

(both laugh) Oh, that tale tickles Audrey.

Well, I hope you tell it often.

It's been a difficult time for her.

Oh?

Well, you know about... Oh, her situation, yes.

Yeah, but she made the right decision, I reckon.

Oh, undoubtedly, yes.

I see the weight lift off her shoulders with every passing week.

Perhaps it's time we sought out something a little stronger than tea.

Um, excuse me, Mr. Farnon.

I should see where Audrey got to.

Righto.

(band playing "Men of Harlech") You!

The lady said we could help ourselves... We've met.

Large animals and roads do not mix.

Which is why we have gates.

Yes, sir.

Sorry, sir.

Where are you from?

Hulme.

Manchester.

So a fish out of water, then?

Don't see too many fields as a plumber's apprentice, sir.

Well, you're welcome here, of course you are.

But you must respect the way we do things.

I trust you'll spread the word on that.

(music continues, people talking in background) No sign of infection or parasites?

No, which is why I'm certain it's a behavioral problem.

And my diagnosis is not a matter for debate.

SIEGFRIED: What are we debating?

Something that will wait?

CARMODY: Mr. Herriot thinks Cedric's flatulence is all in his head.

I suspect it's more gut-related.

What do you think?

Well, considering who he lives with, I'd say it's his gut.

(Cedric snarling) Then you'd be wrong.

He's in a new place, with a new owner.

It's likely he's boisterous because he's anxious.

Anxiety can lead to gas.

As can rich food.

Speaking of food, I'm famished-- why don't we leave them to it?

Cedric's on a strict diet.

SIEGFRIED: Strict has always been an elastic concept to Mrs. Pumphrey.

James... Just a minute-- she has form for spoiling her pets, but... CARMODY: You said yourself she was bound to be overindulging Cedric.

Look, I know you're trying to impress, but it's best if you defer to my experience on this.

Experience tells me you might be in the doghouse, James.

(Cedric barks) Look, I've been rushed off me feet, too.

I'm just as tired as you are.

I know, I know.

I haven't got time to stand around listening to some petty argument.

I really am sorry.

We'll go now, like we planned.

No thanks-- I've gone off the idea.

Helen.

I'll make me own way home.

You can argue about flatulence to your heart's content.

I'm going.

♪ ♪ (Cedric snarling) Stay there, boy-- I'll be back.

There you are!

All this makes my garden look like a postage stamp.

I'm sure it's still lovely.

(chuckles) I should like to show it to you.

Hm.

Did you and Mr. Farnon get along all right?

Very well.

You came up a bit.

Oh, more interesting things to talk about than me, surely.

You know, I understand why you didn't come to me first.

About what?

Well, what you told me earlier.

You know, sounded like Mr. Farnon has known about it for some time.

Well, I didn't go to him.

It, it were more he happened upon me, filling in the forms and such.

Weeks ago?

I suppose so, yes.

But I didn't want to bother you with summat that might not be granted.

I weren't ready to tell anyone.

Although I did sort of end up mentioning it to Helen.

And I can't be sure, but I expect she might've told James.

(clears throat) MRS. PUMPHREY: Uncle Herriot.

What's the matter?

Nothing-- I'm enjoying the party, very much.

Hm.

I couldn't help noticing Mrs. Herriot making herself scarce.

(band playing in background) My fault.

Here.

Drink up.

(coughs softly): Gin.

(chuckling): One can't get through these things without a little pick-me-up.

(both laugh) Thank you.

Now, what exactly did you do?

Lost sight of my priorities.

Somehow made her feel second-best to Cedric.

Cedric?

(chuckles) She's left, gone home.

Thought I'd give her a chance to cool off.

Oh, no, no, no, no, no, no, you'll do no such thing.

Cedric should be the least of your worries.

You must follow her.

At once!

You sure you're all right?

I'm sure.

You needed an ear, they provided it.

I'm glad they were able to.

Thing is, with Robert, he'd stew.

Say summat were fine when it weren't.

So if I've upset you... You haven't.

Course you haven't.

I'm nothing like him, Audrey.

Oh, gosh, I know, but... You'd rather have it straight, same as me.

I would.

All right.

I do wish you'd told me first.

But only 'cause I'd like you to know that you can come to me.

About anything.

'Cause I never want you to feel the way you did with your husband, ever again.

Alone or...

Afraid.

♪ ♪ Thank you.

Not that I'm getting any ideas or anything.

But you aren't on your own anymore.

You've got my ear, too, now.

If you want it.

I do.

Right, then.

Is it time for tea?

Not just yet.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (engine stops) (Teasel neighs) (Teasel neighs) (gently): Easy.

That's it.

(grumbles) ♪ ♪ (neighs softly) Hello again, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Ah!

Mr. Cardomy.

Mr. Farnon.

We've been having a spirited debate about Cedric.

Funny you should say that.

I was just wondering where he'd got to.

With Uncle Herriot, I believe.

He wasn't with him when we spoke before.

BRIGGS: Whose is that dog?

MAN: It's eating the food-- that's not right!

Perhaps François took him for another walk.

BRIGGS: Get off.

MAN: What you doing?

BRIGGS: Down, boy!

Whoa!

MAN: Briggs!

(dishes and glass clattering, Cedric barking) ♪ ♪ Ah, there he is.

No!

I just found Teasel by the road.

She must've gotten loose.

Has she been hit?

Worse, possibly-- impaled on a fence.

Come on.

MRS. PUMPHREY: Come on.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Teasel neighs softly) SIEGFRIED: All right, old girl.

Perhaps a car spooked her.

She could've bolted, tried to jump it.

Got herself attached.

We won't know the extent of the damage until we remove that.

(Teasel grunts) But it's also stemming the bleeding.

JAMES: Correct.

We remove it, she could die on the spot.

If we don't, wait too long, the shock itself could very well kill her.

(Teasel wheezing) (Teasel neighs softly) ♪ ♪ It's a crying shame, innit?

All this cake going to waste.

(chuckles) You should see the slop they give us at camp.

I'd give me eyeteeth for a roast dinner.

I'd bring you one every day if you lot'd stop leaving gates open.

Already had a dressing down about that.

You do know half the gates around here are knackered?

Really?

Wonder why.

Folk who fix them are away, just like you.

Oh.

Hm.

I didn't know that-- sorry.

And about the dog, too.

That was you and all?

Well, I was minding my business.

And he got all excited-- he would've licked me to death if I hadn't scarpered.

♪ ♪ Cedric, darling-- darling!

That was quite the faux pas.

You stay here until you've calmed down.

Just have a jolly good think about what you've done, hm?

Sorry to disturb.

(Cedric barks) François said it was all right.

Mrs. Herriot.

I thought you'd run for the hills.

I turned back.

Might've jumped the gun a bit.

James told me he'd made a pig's ear of things.

Over Cedric, of all people.

(chuckles) He's why I'm here, actually.

Hm?

Much as I hate to say it, I think James was right.

It's not what Cedric's eating, it's who he were chasing.

Soldiers.

He were excited to see them.

Makes sense.

His daddy's a soldier.

When he dropped him off, did he leave any toys or blankets?

A small few, but they were unsanitary.

Did you keep them?

François!

François!

SIEGFRIED: Come on, we need to act quickly.

We'll never get it out while she's still attached.

Looks broken, it shouldn't be too hard to separate.

Bone saw.

Good idea.

No, no, no!

Keep the pressure on.

Oh, sorry!

Um... (Teasel snorts) Um, how about a sedative?

Think, Carmody.

Pulmonary emphysema?

We can't fully sedate her if she has difficulty breathing.

It's in the Rover.

The sedative?

The saw!

(sighs, softly): Good God, I forget how green they are.

Quite.

It's all right, old girl, it'll soon be over.

James and I will set you right.

(grunts): Almost there-- brace yourselves.

This'll hurt her.

On my count-- one, two... (saw crunches) (Teasel neighs loudly) Stand, stand, stand, stand.

(shushing) (murmurs): Now, that's a good girl.

(exhales) You all right?

Yes, just kicking myself.

Horses are my speciality.

I should've taken her condition into account.

Chin up.

You're here to learn, we learn from our mistakes.

SIEGFRIED: Now watch Mr. Herriot and me very closely.

This next part's the difficult bit.

(Teasel grunts) HELEN: Trick me mam used to do whenever we gave away newborn pups.

I've never seen him in such repose.

(chuckles) (Cedric snoring) Smells like home-- and his dad.

Oh, Cedric darling, you've been homesick all along!

He really has been anxious, hasn't he?

Probably why he's been such a handful.

Hm.

If he keeps the blanket, it'll calm him down.

Help him feel more settled.

(chuckles): Peace at last.

Wonderful.

(both chuckling) Thank you.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Gently does it.

Gently.

Any... ...second... ...now!

SIEGFRIED: Easy.

(Teasel neighs loudly) Easy, easy, easy, stand.

Good girl, good girl.

Steady, steady, steady.

Feels all right.

Chest wall?

Hasn't been penetrated.

Muscle damage?

(Teasel snorts) No worse than you'd expect.

Lucky girl.

Right, let's flush it for splinters.

Give her a tetanus anti-toxin.

SIEGFRIED: Close her up sharpish.

Yeah, all of that.

Run up to the cottage, find Mrs. Chapman.

James and I can do the rest.

♪ ♪ MRS. PUMPHREY: I'd love to see James's face when he discovers you solved it.

(chuckles) Goodness knows when that'll be.

Think they all ran off on some emergency.

Heavens.

He's dedicated.

He is.

And I wouldn't have him any other way, but... You'd rather see more of him.

We've got all these plans.

I don't know if we'll achieve any of them before... You know.

He might have to leave.

And when I point it out to him, he acts like we've got all the time in the world, it's... Infuriating.

Mm.

Mm.

My husband, Charles, was infuriating.

When we bought this house, he was bursting with plans.

The first was to fill the place with dogs.

(chuckles) (both laughing) Utter chaos!

He was an animal lover, too?

Oh, pottier than me-- he had quite a menagerie.

He bought me my first Pekinese.

Tricki's great-great-grandmother.

Ah, that's lovely.

That's why he's so dear to me.

Charles died young.

Very suddenly.

I'm so sorry.

I was left here with a lot of dogs.

And grand ideas.

Your instinct is absolutely right.

Time is precious.

But forgive quickly, dear girl.

Especially now.

♪ ♪ You need to keep a close eye on the wound.

But if it heals properly, and there's no nerve damage, I can't see any reason why she shouldn't make a full recovery.

(sighs, chuckling) GRACE: I can't tell you how thankful I am, Mr. Farnon.

And how sorry.

For what?

Well... Gate needed fixing, and... With Tom away, I've not been facing up to things.

Teasel's borne the brunt of it.

I'm sure that's not the case.

But I do know how hard it can be, to ask for help.

I don't want help, I want my son.

Back home and safe.

How are we supposed to just... (voice trembling): Carry on without them?

Haven't a damn clue.

♪ ♪ Take comfort in those we do have, I suppose.

There's also whiskey.

(laughs) ♪ ♪ You're such an idiot.

I am, and I'm so sorry.

You were right, I was wrong.

I'll make it up to you, I swear.

Let's just promise we'll make time for each other.

Soon.

Of course.

Hand on heart.

Tough callout, was it?

It was.

Siegfried will be expecting you in the Drovers.

Only if you come, too.

All right.

If you're buying.

Quick question: what happened to the tea tent?

Cedric-- you didn't tie him up properly.

(exhales): I'll have to apologize to Mrs. Pumphrey.

I... Don't worry, I took care of it.

Where did Carmody get to?

Oh, something about fetching a book from his lodgings.

He's a lot left to learn.

He knows that after today.

James thinks you poached him.

(chuckles) Really?

JAMES: I know, I know.

I'm a fool.

Little bit.

You can have him as your assistant, if you like.

Don't mind.

James!

The two of us working together, as a team, made today a success.

A little lively debate with Carmody is no substitute for your skill and experience.

I know, I see that now.

I've been a bit selfish.

The fact is, if I am called up, I won't be here for the next Teasel.

And neither will Tris.

And I will need help.

Which is why you welcomed Carmody in with open arms.

After a fashion.

It's very galling.

I was soldiering on alone perfectly well before you thrust yourself upon me.

(chuckles) MRS. HALL: So...

This is where you all slunked off to.

Hello.

There was an emergency first.

And now we're slinking off home, so...

Excuse us.

MRS. HALL: Oh.

Mrs. Hall, there's a slight chance I put my foot in it with Gerald.

Yes.

You did-- but you didn't.

All turned out rather nicely.

Well, I'm relieved to hear it.

We might try and catch the pictures.

Would you be all right fending for yourself tonight?

There's cold cuts in the larder.

Or leftover pie, if you'd prefer?

Pie will be splendid-- and enjoy yourself.

Night, then.

Good night.

Can we help you?

BRIGGS: All right?

We're making ourselves useful.

Got anything that wants fixing?

I have, as a matter of fact-- come on.

So what's your name?

It's, uh, Briggs-- Sidney Briggs.

(chuckles): Nice to meet you, Briggs.

This is Anne, my mum.

(door closes) (sighs): Finally.

Just the two of us.

Would you hate me if I said I'd rather get some sleep?

No, I'd worship the ground you walk on.

(laughing) Are you all right?

(crying): I'm just really weepy today for some reason.

Hey, you're exhausted.

And grumpy.

Never.

(sniffles) We should turn in.

Hang on, let me check something.

(exhales) (glasses clinking) Mr. Farnon.

I was hoping we could go over the finer points of today's procedure?

Of course!

I trust it was educational.

I'll say.

Although I couldn't help noticing you didn't use tissue forceps.

I've been taught that's the proper way-- more precise and sterile.

Proper?

Yes.

Perhaps the Babcock or Allis forceps would've helped.

Babcock and Allis are only found in textbooks.

No vet carries them.

♪ ♪ It was just a thought.

Carmody, do you want to complete this placement?

Very much so, yes.

Then may I suggest you try keeping some of your thoughts to yourself?

Unless you thought of buying me another drink, of course.

Same again?

That's more like it.

♪ ♪ Same again for Mr. Farnon.

Might not be as alone as we think.

Don't tell me we're expecting someone.

Sort of.

I'm fairly certain it won't be just the two of us.

More like three.

Three?

You know, I've been tired all the time.

We might be getting our little James a bit sooner than expected.

You're never... (chuckling) Already?!

(laughing): Think so.

I got so carried away with us not getting there, I forgot to check me dates.

Well, how far?

Not far, it's early days.

Are you happy?

Ecstatic.

Couldn't have gone better if we planned it.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (both laughing) ♪ ♪ MRS. HALL: You're green around the gills every morning and the pantry thinks Tristan's back.

SIEGFRIED: Carmody needs more experience in the field.

I want him to assist you today.

An open-and-shut case.

This isn't about being top of the class.

There's a family's future at stake.

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