All language subtitles for 12 - Promises To Keep_eng

(horn)

(cock crows)

(grunts)

Get in there. Just…

get… in! That's it.

It's there. It's there.

Stay in. (laughs)

Oh…!

Not again.

Not again!

(hums)

(hums "Thine Be The Glory" Ioudly)

Music La la la la la la la

- Music La la la…
- (Tristan) Go away!

Music ..ta da la tee dee

Hello, Mrs Alton.

I found my brother was still in bed,
so I thought I'd rouse him with a fanfare.

Rouse Mr Tristan? That'll be the day.
He only got in a few hours ago.

- Did he indeed?
- Would you like me to give him a knock?

No, Mrs Alton. That's all right.
I detected signs of life up there.

I think the message has got through.

Keep them away from the hens' food,
Mary. Greedy little beggars.

- I'll feed the goats, Gran.
- I can manage.

- At least let me carry…
- I'm not past it yet, Katharine.

- Morning.
- James.

What a beautiful day.
Oh, thanks.

Yes, just the morning
to be out and about.

- Hulton's TB test today.
- Uh-huh.

I have no intention of staying indoors
longer than I have to, James.

- What about surgery?
- Tristan can stand to.

Again?

I think you'll find that he will prefer
to remain indoors this morning, James.

Yes, well, it is a bit sunny, isn't it?
He still in bed?

Indeed he is.

Oh, of course. Last night's reunion with
his Min of Ag chums. How does he do it?

He can thank his lucky stars that he's
a Farnon, James. Constitution of an ox.

He'd need it.

My God, what a night.

My dear boy. Sit down.

Oh. Thanks, Siegfried.

Now, are you sure you're
absolutely and completely comfortable?

- Sorry I'm late down.
- No, no, no, no, no!

No earthly need to explain anything.

James and I understand only too well
the effects of yet another night of revel.

Revel?

A tryst with the sprees,
a night on the tiles.

You know how I loathe having to lecture
you about the conduct of your private life.

- Oh, do you?
- But when it interferes with the practice…

- I don't believe this.
- Will you listen to what I have to say?

We have a right to expect you down here
at the beginning of a working day,

and not up there
in-in-in communion with your bed.

- In communion with my bed?
- I find your attitude…

Intolerable, wholly intolerable
or simply outrageous?

Your words, Tristan, not mine.

Oh, it's so predictable. Ever keen to
pronounce judgement on my conduct.

- Will you kindly come to the point?
- There was no revel last night.

No liquid passed my lips!
No, sorry, correction -

I did succumb a drink of water
from a rusty tap at dawn.

The same filthy old ditchwater
Mr Longwall pipes to his cows.

- Longwall?
- What the devil are you talking about?

- Tell him, James.
- Um.. (clears throat)

- I asked Tris to go out there last night.
- Why?

He was going right past it
on his way to the party.

And Helen was expecting me home.

A pregnant cow
with a stomach upset, you said?

- Not exactly.
- A powder, a few calming words,

then on to the party.
Only it didn't work out like that, you see?

It was a premature calving,
followed by a prolapse of the uterus.

I was still there after dawn,
trying to get it back in.

- My dear boy…
- Don't bother, Siegfried.

- Oh, I'm sorry, Tris…
- Nor you, James.

Still, mea culpa.

It's standard procedure here
to lumber me with all the fag-end jobs.

- Oh, that's a gross exaggeration.
- Is it?

Question - who lands all the cushy jobs
around here? Answer - not me.

And why?
Because you draw up the list of visits.

Result - yours truly, not for the first time,
welcomes a dawn covered in cow dung.

- That's rubbish.
- And unfair. We all share the dirty jobs.

- Absolutely.
- Oh, really?

Then tell me - who's out every morning
in this summer weather,

and who remains here yoked,
like a beast of burden, to the surgery?

- Tristan, you see, I assumed…
- Oh, assumed?

Yes, well, that's the story of my life,
isn't it?

Well, assume no longer, dear brother.
Things are about to change around here.

In case you'd forgotten, Siegfried,
it's yourturn to take morning surgery.

Poor old chap.

Oh, well, he's not the first man to be
unhinged by a prolapse, is he, James?

Good morning! Good morning!

How very nice to see you both.
Are you the first?

- Hello, Mr Farnon. Yes, we are.
- Good. Come on in, then.

Shan't keep you long.
That's a nice little thing.

Well, well, Katharine.
Right.

Mary, how's your grandmother?

Oh, she's all right, Mr Farnon,
only she works too hard.

- Is she getting over that fall, is she?
- I think so, but she won't slow down.

- Doing a bit too much, I expect?
- She wouldn't be Gran if she didn't.

Habits of a lifetime.

Right, let's give Polly her jab. Will you get
her out of her basket and onto the table?

- Morning, Siegfried.
- Helen, good morning.

Hello, Katharine.
Hello, Mary.

- Hello, Helen. How are you?
- Well…

wondering if I shouldn't
run away to Kenya with you.

You strike me as anything
but a discontented woman.

I suppose I am very lucky to have found
what I wanted on my own doorstep.

- So, when are you off?
- Oh, I'm not entirely sure.

Still on, though,
the new nursing job?

Yes.

Will Polly need any more jabs
after this one?

No, my dear. This is the last one.
There we go.

What a charmingly natured cat she is.

Aye, Franco gave her me.
For my birthday.

You're a very lucky girl
to have a friend like Franco.

- He's not just my friend, Mr Farnon.
- He's done lots for your grandmother.

He likes all of us.
Even Katharine.

- Well, thank you, Mary!
- So I should hope!

All the Clarkes
are very special people indeed.

(Mary) Gran!

- What is it, Mary?
- The lambs, Gran.

(angry meowing)

Come on. Open up.
Open up. Come on.

- Put a sock in it, James.
- Sorry?

There's your list of visits, Tristan. I trust
they meet your exacting requirements.

All I want is a fair division of the workload,
Siegfried. What's exacting about that?

- James, if I could offer a word of advice…
- Tristan, please!

- Sorry I spoke.
- I will not be bested by this damn cat.

He will take this worm pill
whether he likes it or not. Come on.

Just a minute, just a minute.

It says here
I'm to visit the Darnley sisters.

Yes, that's perfectly true, Tristan. They,
uh… their horse needs its teeth rasping.

What, that savage stallion of theirs?
What's his name again?

- Bonkers. But please don't let that…
- He eats people for breakfast!

You malign him.
He's a perfectly docile animal.

Oh, and so, I suppose, is this animal.
Ted Grimshaw's Alsatian?

So docile he keeps the hospital
casualty unit on permanent overtime.

- Really, Tristan.
- Yes, yes, yes, they're all here.

All the hard-case patients.

Yet, when I look at your list,
what do I see?

Ah!

Pet rabbits.

Scratching Labradors.

Oh, Mrs Wilson's parrot!

And what's this?
"Mr Sutcliffe - Our Gracie."

- Who or what is Our Gracie?
- A pig.

Ah, a pampered family pet,
I don't doubt.

"Our Gracie" indeed.
What's wrong with her?

A skin disorder,
although it's worth bearing in mind

that Mr Sutcliffe's problems are never
as simple as they appear on the surface.

You really think a few complications
are quite beyond my powers?

- Perish the thought.
- You're trying to scare me off. Admit it.

Why on earth should I? But do remember
that if you undertake Our Gracie's case,

then custom demands
that you pursue it to its conclusion.

I propose a test of your good faith,
dear brother.

- Namely?
- You take my list, I take yours.

- Including Our Gracie?
- Especially Our Gracie.

Done! lf nothing else will assuage
your quite unjustified sense of grievance.

- Really?
- A hand on the bargain.

Oh. Why not?

Mr Sutcliffe!

Mr Sutcliffe!

Anyone about?

- Yes?
- Hello there!

Now, then. What's to do?

- Mr Sutcliffe, I presume?
- Aye.

You'll be what?
Bloomin' dance ambassador or summat?

(laughs) No, no, no, no.
The vet.

I'm standing in for my brother.
I hope that's all right.

- Well, it's all right with me.
- Good.

- But I don't know about Our Gracie.
- I'm sorry?

She's all right once she gets to know you,
mind, but with strangers…

- You mean she's dangerous?
- Nay, not exactly. More gamesome, like.

- Oh, you mean playful?
- Nay, nay, just gamesome, like.

I'm not planning a major operation,
so if we could just get on…

- Well, I'm having me bit of bait just now.
- Just point me to the patient. I'll manage.

She's right behind you.

Good litterer is Our Gracie.
Wonderful mother, aye.

- Hates to be separated from them.
- Well, I can't treat her out here in the yard.

Nay, nay, nay. Well, just pop her through
t'double doors, over there.

- That'll be champion.
- Well, yes, but…

- (piglets squeal)
- No!

Get off, get off, get off!
Shoo! Shoo!

Damn!

I can't make head or tail of it,
Mr Farnon.

Right, then, Katharine,
let's have a look at this one.

Oh, my baby.

Am I right in thinking
these lambs were bottle-fed?

- Oh, aye. I hand-fed 'em meself.
- And me, Gran.

Well, I mean,
me and Mary together.

(pigs squealing and grunting)

- All right, Mr Farnon?
- Fine!

Well, an acute form of bloat
caused by overeating.

That's… that's my guess, Mrs Clarke.

Bloat's always a problem
with bottle-fed lambs. They're greedy.

Could they have got into
the food store?

But it's kept locked, Mr Farnon.
It's something I carefully see to myself.

- It were open this morning, Gran.
- What, the feed shed?

- Aye. Me and Katharine had to shut it.
- It's true, Gran.

I could be sure l… closed it.

Of course, if you found it open,
well, I mean, I must have forgot.

So these lambs
could have got at the feed bin?

That seems the only way to explain it.

Accidents happen
in the best-regulated families.

Now, I'll tell you what I'll do. First I'll
give 'em an injection to stimulate the liver,

then we'll get rid of the gas, then I'll give
them a laxative to flush out the stomach.

And after that, when we're sure of their
recovery, I'd very much like a cup of tea.

(grunting)

(squealing)

- That animal is…
- Aye, like I said. Gamesome.

(whistles)

(grunting stops)

Right, then, lass. You've had
your bit of fun. Now, behave yoursen.

Go on.

Go on, lass.
There's a good girl. In you go.

Wonderful animals, pigs. Aye.
There's only one word for them.

"Sagacious", Mr Farnon.
That's the word. "Sagacious."

(Tristan) Yes.
I can think of other words.

Where does Our Gracie
spend most of her time?

With me, lad.
Follows me round like a dog.

Yes, I thought so. If she spent more time
in her sty, she wouldn't have this problem.

Problem?

You see that?
It's sunburn, Mr Sutcliffe.

She needs some ointment
rubbed into it.

Well, you'd best get on wi' it,
then, lad.

(Our Gracie squeals)

Um, could you just
hold this a minute, Mr Sutcliffe?

And, um, rub the ointment in.
The instructions are on the label.

- Me?
- Yes. There's nothing to it. I assure you.

Any problems, just let us know.
Good day.

Mr Farnon!

- Yes?
- What about rest of t'job, then?

Our Gracie's litter.
They wants gelding.

You want me to castrate
that animal's litter?

Well, your brother said he'd do it
next time he came.

Oh. My brother arranged it?
Yes, well, um…

I'm sure my brother
won't have forgotten.

In fact, um, I'll remind him myself,
directly I see him.

Goodbye.

I don't know what you must be thinking,
Mr Farnon,

with not even
a bit of fresh baking to offer you.

Nonsense, Mrs Clarke.
These are delicious.

Still, it would be a shame if you didn't
have time to exercise your culinary skills.

Do you think perhaps
you're doing a bit too much nowadays?

- I've got a few good years left in me yet.
- Oh, course you have.

Long enough to hand this place over
to young Mary.

When she's of an age.

Besides, it's summat
I promised meself I'd do for our Frank.

And after that they can do
what they want with me, Mr Farnon.

Isn't a good thing
how Katharine's settled back here now?

It's great to have her back
after all this time.

Mind you, she didn't spend
all those years training to help out here.

Oh, and she's been offered a new job,
you know.

- In Africa.
- Yes, I do know. You must be very proud.

Oh, aye.

It's what she's always wanted, you know?
A hospital of her own to run.

No, Mr Farnon, I wouldn't want her
to feel under any obligation to me.

Well, I think it would be love
rather than obligation, Mrs Clarke.

Oh, well, aye,
I mean, if she felt that I'd…

Well, it's just that… if she thinks
she ought to or summat, but, uh…

There's no reason
for her to think anything like that.

- No, of course not.
- But I will miss her when she goes.

And so will young Mary.

- Tristan! Are you injured?
- What?

Oh, my shoes.
No, just a silly accident.

- Have you only just finished your rounds?
- Um, yes.

- Including Sutcliffe's pampered pet?
- Ah, yes. No problem.

- That's what I wanted to see you about.
- I'm neglecting the inner man.

Ted! A pint of best bitter, please.
You were saying?

Well, Mr Sutcliffe
wants Our Gracie's litter castrated.

- Should be interesting.
- Yes, it should be.

Despite the no doubt favourable opinion
she's formed of you,

I dare say Gracie would take a dim view
of you mishandling her offspring.

- Yes.
- Oh, you'll win her round, Tris.

- Touch of the old Farnon charm.
- Yes, exactly.

All difficulties will melt
like mist in sunshine.

The Farnon charm
is going to have to come from you.

Mr Sutcliffe insists
you're the man for the job.

- Me? But, uh, it's your case, Tristan.
- Well, yes, but the litter isn't.

I'm afraid
it's your faultless good nature talking.

No, Gracie is now your patient,

and Sutcliffe must be made to realise
that it would simply be unethical.

Well, yes, but if he wants you,
Siegfried, you must.

In the interests of…
client satisfaction.

Client satisfaction's very important.
I agree.

But, uh, your professional pride
is more important still.

Sutcliffe must be persuaded that when
a Farnon puts his hand to the plough,

there is no turning back.

You'll not have any trouble
with Our Gracie now, Mr Farnon.

- I've put her in t'shed across t'yard.
- Good strong door, I hope?

- Oh, aye, it'll do.
- Right, let's have the first one.

(squealing)

Now, then, young man.

- Damn thing's ruptured, Mr Sutcliffe.
- Aye, there's three or four of them are.

- I'll have to give him a general!
- All right.

(sighs)

- Hello, Franco.
- James. You are working up here today?

Mm-hm. I'm reading the tests
I did the other day.

What's wrong?

Lord Hulton has bought new sheep.

- Ah, the Bluefaced Leicesters.
- Yes, but the lambs, they are not well.

- You have time to come and see them?
- Yes. Yes, of course. Where are they?

Oh, not far.

(thump)

- 'Ey-up.
- Now what?

- Summat just fell down over there.
- Could we press on, please?

(cat meows)

Next one, Mr Sutcliffe.

(meowing)

Come here, then, lad.

All right.

- Now, just hold him still.
- (piglet squeals)

Hello.

For goodness' sake, Mr Sutcliffe, are all
your animals completely unmanageable?

He seems a bit unwell, Mr Farnon.

This cat's out cold.

- There's summat else, an' all.
- What?

(meows)

My God,
they've eaten the testicles!

(laughs)

They're always about when
there's the chance of summat tasty.

Those testicles were stuffed full of
barbiturate. They've been knocked out!

Well, if that don't beat hen-racing.

Well, uh, what do you reckon
we ought to do about it, veterinary?

Well, there's nothing we can do, really.
Just let them sleep it off.

Don't forget to keep an eye
on the rest of the flock.

- I won't.
- Good.

- You drink with me, James?
- Oh! That's a nice idea.

Cheers.

Oh. Good stuff. Mm.

Your good health.

Thank you.

Franco, what is it?

I, um…

I have a question to ask.

- A private question.
- Go on, then.

James, what is correct way here
when someone wishes to marry?

- Marry?
- See, in my country is not a problem.

We, um… we have a special person who
arranges such things between families.

- But in England, I think is different.
- Oh, yes. Very different.

How… how different?

Well, when Helen and I
wanted to get married…

- Helen? Helen is local girl, James?
- Oh, yes.

- Yorkshire born and bred.
- And?

Well, there's nothing much to say, really.
I proposed, she accepted, here we are.

- But… but her family, James.
- Oh, I talked to her father.

Many hours, and God knows how many
bottles later, he gave his permission.

End of story.

The beginning of one
that made you very happy. E vero?

Si.

Franco, it's none of my business,
but, uh…

you're not thinking of marriage
for yourself, are you?

- Yes, James.
- Oh, that's marvellous! Cheers!

James, you will not think bad
if I cannot say who?

- Mm-mm.
- First I must ask.

- Propose.
- Propose, yes?

And if she accepts,
then I tell you.

Thank you.

And I'm sure she will accept.

Grazie.

- You are a good friend, James.
- Thanks, Franco.

Salute!

(Our Gracie grunts and thrashes)

Oh! I reckon Our Gracie's
wanting a word with you, Mr Farnon.

Yes, well, just keep her in there
till I've gone, Mr Sutcliffe.

Goodbye.

Get in, damn you!

Come here!

Ey, what a to-do, eh?

(horn)

- Having a little trouble with your motor?
- How did you guess?

Well, when I see a car with the tines
of a hay prong sticking into the radiator…

Oh, no!

(meowing)

Hello, what have we here?

Ah.

- Who's this?
- Oh, it's one of Sutcliffe's farm cats.

- Stowaway?
- More like a drunk sleeping it off.

- Look, she's cut herself.
- Oh.

Must have fallen onto something.

- That's going to need suturing.
- I better get her back to the surgery, eh?

What the deuce were you doing
up at Sutcliffe's, anyway?

A pranged car,
an attack by a mad sow,

Sutcliffe's barn raining comatose cats.

It's an amazing day, even by
Tristan's extraordinary standards.

- The cats ate the doped testicles?
- Like manna from heaven, apparently.

- James?
- Hello, darling.

- You saw Franco this morning?
- Yes. What's the matter?

That was Katharine on the phone.
She's in a bit of a state about it.

- Katharine?
- He told you something he shouldn't.

And she's very anxious
it doesn't get back to her grandmother.

Oh, I see!
How long have you known?

- Only just now.
- What's this about Katharine and Franco?

Well, just so long as
it doesn't harm Grandma Clarke.

You'd better know. Franco told me
he was thinking of getting married soon.

- What? That's the most wonderful news!
- It's the best!

- I take it Katharine's the lucky girl?
- Yes. Apparently.

Come on. But I thought she was leaving
to find a job somewhere else.

Well, she wants to stay here now.

Course, Grandma Clarke
wants her to stick to her nursing.

Being an experienced nurse, she's well
aware just how frail her grandmother is.

She's needed here, Siegfried.

If Grandma Clarke
would accept Franco

they could both stay here
and look after Mary and the farm.

Exactly. So why does it
have to be hidden from her?

The best of reasons, Siegfried.
She loves her grandmother.

- She'd rather die than cause her pain.
- By marrying Franco?

- You forget what Franco was.
- Come on.

Grandma Clarke made her peace
with Franco a year back.

Neighbourly relations
with a wartime enemy are one thing,

even if his compatriots
did kill your only son.

Accepting him as one of the family
is an entirely different matter.

At least, that's what Katharine feels,
and Franco too, I should think.

- Planning a busy day, Tris?
- Well, I haven't really made any plans.

I thought I'd just… start off gently
and see how things progress.

Oh, Siegfried,
Mr Sutcliffe telephoned.

Did he? And how might you suppose
that would interest me?

It was about his charming old sow again,
Our Gracie.

Got an overgrown tooth.
Always something.

He wants you to pop over
and whip it out.

- Tristan, we have an agreement.
- True.

- Made at your own urgent insistence.
- Also true.

- You yourself dictated the terms.
- Undeniable.

An agreement
to which I mean to hold you.

Quite so. Only, uh…

I haven't got a car, remember?

- (Sutcliffe) Drop it there.
- (grunting)

(Tristan shouts) No, no! Sorry!

(Sutcliffe) Just… just take it easy.
Get it nice and gentle. She'll be all right.

(Tristan) Quiet, now! Quiet, Gracie.
That's it. Come on! Come on!

Come on, Gracie.
There's a good pig.

- (Sutcliffe) Come on, Gracie!
- (grunts)

I don't know what's the matter with
Our Gracie today. Summat's upset her.

We really should be pressing on, Tristan,
you know?

All right. You tie her up.
You can show us how it's done.

- Keeping on top of things, Mrs Clarke?
- That'll be something new, Mr Herriot.

Franco, I wanted to follow up
on those cocci lambs.

Oh, we're nearly done, James.
Then he's all yours.

The women, James -
always, they tell me what to do.

Clarke females, Mr Pedretti.

We reckon a good man
like we reckon a good sheep.

They're there to be bid.

(grunts loudly)

Tristan, do you think
you could possibly hurry up?

- I can't keep her like this forever.
- Coming, coming.

(squealing)

- Tristan!
- I'm with you. I'm with you.

Now, is everybody ready?

We are ready.

Just, uh…
tighten her up now, Siegfried.

Aagh! What the…!

- Never mind.
- I'm awfully sorry, Siegfried.

It's no matter, Tristan.
Let's just get on with the job.

It's going purple.

What?

Um…

How much, uh…
The dope - how much did I get?

Well, I'm not sure.
Um…

Well, it still looks fullish.

Oh, good.

Good. Right then,
now, uh, Mr Radcliffe…

Sutcliffe.

Oh! Steady on.
I've got you.

Oh, thank you.
Um, I think possibly the car.

- Yes, of course. Just lean on me.
- Aagh!

Sorry. Sorry. Soon have you out of here,
Siegfried. Come on.

Go on, darling.
There's a good girl.

Hey!

I did it mesen, Mr Farnon.
Eh?

Well, someone had to do t'job.

(Tristan) Yes. Yes, thank you.

Oh, you'll want this an' all.

Right.

- Aah!
- Sorry.

- They are like new again, James.
- Yes.

- No problems with the other ones?
- No.

- Good.
- All OK.

So if perhaps
I have to go from here,

I don't leave any troubles behind me
for new shepherd.

- Where you going?
- I wish to marry, James.

Because of this, I think perhaps
is necessary we live somewhere else.

I see.

I think you understand better
if I say…

James, it is Katharine I have asked
to marry with me.

Oh, yes.

- Have you told Mrs Clarke?
- No.

Not yet.

Upsetting news. Mrs Clarke
had a nasty fall earlier this afternoon.

- What?
- She sustained no serious injury,

but obviously she's badly shaken
and extremely distressed.

She was carrying a bucket of sheep dip
when she fell, and it splashed Mary's cat.

If it got some on its fur
and tried to lick itself clean…

- Exactly.
- Who telephoned?

Katharine.
She was very precise about it.

I'll come.
What kind of dip was it?

Arsenical-based.
I saw it this morning.

So we'll need
some sodium thiosulphate?

Yes, of course. Intravenously.

That's a much better antidote
than ferrous hydroxide.

- Thank you, Tristan.
- Least I can do.

- Right, now where's Sutcliffe's cat?
- In the kitchen, being spoilt by Mrs Alton.

Put it in the box while I bring the car
round. We'll return it on our way home.

- Can't we leave Sutcliffe's cat until later?
- Be a good fellow. Buck up and box up.

- Hello, Franco.
- Thank you for coming so late.

- Katharine is making things ready for you.
- How's the cat?

- Mary…
- Polly's dead, in't she, Mr Farnon?

Well, you see, I'm afraid that she was
really too ill for us to do anything about it.

At least she won't feel any more pain,
Mary.

Can I have her now, Mr Farnon? There's
a place in the garden I want to put her.

- That's all right, in't it, Gran?
- Aye, love.

I'll help you, Mary.

Do you want to carry her?

Oh, dear.
What an unfortunate occurrence.

- And it were all my fault, Mr Farnon.
- Don't say that. It was an accident.

An accident is right.

We've had more than enough of them
lately.

I mean, who knows?
The next one might be even worse still.

Oh, don't, Gran.

Oh, but it's true, Katharine.

I haven't been myself lately,
and…

Pretend it's not there, I thought,
and it'll go away.

But it hasn't.

I'm sorry, love.

Mr Farnon,
what must you be thinking of me?

- My dear Mrs Clarke.
- Mr Farnon understands.

He understands
what a silly old woman I am.

And it's that that's bothering me.

The only thing that'll bother me is if
you go on running yourself down like this.

Yes, but you see,
the thing is, Mr Farnon,

it's not on my own account
that I'm worrying.

- It's young Mary.
- Oh, she'll get over it, Gran.

Oh, I don't mean t'cat, love.
I mean…

Well, what's to become of her?
Stuck out here on her own.

Wi' an old woman, who isn't safe
to be left with t'simplest little jobs.

You know, there's no need
for you to be on your own.

Is there, Katharine?

What does Mr Farnon mean, love?

He means…

He means…
that if you'll have me,

I'm staying here
with you and Mary, Gran.

Staying here? But what about the job
abroad? What about the new hospital?

- My place is here with you, Gran.
- No, no. Think, love.

All those years you've spent training.

- It won't go to waste.
- Well, of course not.

The skills of a nurse
are in demand anywhere.

But chucking away all that you've worked
and planned for just cos I'm not right?

Just for me and Mary?
Well, I won't have it.

No, Gran.

It's not only for you and Mary.

It's also for the man I love.

Man?

What man?

I would have told you sooner,
only I couldn't bear to upset you.

What's got into her, Mr Farnon?
Cos I don't understand.

Katharine, can I have a word
with your grandmother?

What is it, Mr Farnon?

Well, you see, Mrs Clarke,

Katharine has met
someone very special.

Someone, in fact,
that she wants to marry.

- Marry?
- It-it-it…

it's such a happy thing and one
that can still your anxiety about the future,

especially Mary's future.

You see, Katharine and her husband
could ensure that, couldn't they?

Well…

Well, I don't know what to say.

I mean… Cos I know nowt about him,
whoever he is.

He's a good man, Mrs Clarke,

who's earned the respect and friendship
of everyone he's come across.

But who is it, Mr Farnon?

Well, I think that's something
that Katharine must tell you herself.

Katharine?

Mrs Clarke.

I…

I ask that you permit that…

that me and Katharine can marry,
Mrs Clarke.

Oh, you're there.

Everything all right?

Yes, I think so.
I hope so, Tristan.

What about Mary?

(meowing)

- Sutcliffe's cat?
- It seemed providential, somehow.

Right.

It's an inspired notion.

(church bells)

(photographer) And that's lovely.
And hold it!

And smile!

(Siegfried) What a day!

Mr Farnon.

You were never lovelier.

James.

Good luck.

(women) Oooh!

- Congratulations!
- (laughter)

What a day, my dear.
What a wonderful day.

By 'eck. There's nothing like a good cry
at a wedding to turn the clock back, eh?

And to think I've got so much,

and not so long ago
I had nothing to give.

That's never been the case with you,
Mrs Clarke.

Oh, I was always one to give advice.

Ever telling folk to look to the good,
no matter how bleak or hopeless.

But you have to know how to take
as well as give.

You can only do so much for yourself.

But sometimes it's not enough.

Car's waiting
to take you to the reception.

Oh, thank you, love. I'm ready.
So I'll see you there.

- (Siegfried) Yes.
- Oh, and thank you.

Thank you both for what…
Well… well, thank you.

- Well, James.
- Siegfried.

- In good party mood, I hope?
- Fit for anything.

Right, then we'll be off
as soon as we can find young Lochinvar.

I thought I might sell the old thing,
anyway. Thought I might go for a Jag.

Ah, Siegfried.

- James.
- Let's go, Tris.

Uh, look,
why don't you two go on?

And leave you carless and forlorn?

Actually, I thought Judith
might squeeze me into hers.

But I haven't got a car, Tristan.

But you said
you were driving to the reception.

Yes, but not in my car.

Farnon, Herriot and Farnon arrived as one.
Let's continue as we started.

- Tristan.
- Yes, but…

- May we?
- Bye, Judith.

Bye, Judith!
I'll see you…