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[opening theme music playing]

-[Farmer] Sure you'’ll not
have breakfast, yes?
-[James] Yes.

-You'’re going to
pop back later?
-Yes.

-Absolutely.
-Alright. I'’ll see you then.

[James] Cheerio!

[car revs]

[serene music playing]

[birds chirping]

[James singing]
♪ Have to get home
Have to get home ♪

[whistling off-tune]

♪ Have to get home
Have to get home
Have to get home right away ♪

[whistling continues]

Do you think
we'’ll make it, Jess?

I think we just might.

[door closes]

[Jess panting]

[panting continues]

Not this morning, Jess.

-[Jess whines]
-Stay.

Stay.

[plate clanking]

Ah, you'’re up?

[Helen] That'’s good timing.

-How'’s Mr Harper's sow?
-Grumpy and uncooperative.

Much like her owner.

-Oho, you can'’t hold.
-Sorry

-[kissing]
-[Helen moaning]

[Helen moaning]

Don'’t be.

-[James moans]
-[both laughing]

[pan crackling]

Oh, the eggs.

You get plates.

[Helen chuckles]

[chuckles]

Oh.

-Sit down and eat.
-Oh, yeah.

You'’ve been out half the night
I'’m fine on the bed.

[Helen gasps]

No.

-It'’s a little burnt.
-It'’s perfect.

Hmm.

Mmm...

Lovely...

Texture.

No. Don'’t.

I haven'’t done anything.

If you have to resort
to violence, that means
you'’ve already lost!

[both laughing]

You'’re expecting
guests for breakfast?

Still can'’t get used to
the idea of them being
up there.

[sighs] Managing with
that tiny stove to cook on.

They'’re probably enjoying
themselves more than you think.

Any jam, Mrs H?

-Oh.
-Don'’t worry. I'll get it.

Oh, here.

-For services rendered.
-Thank you.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

Good morning.

Still plenty left.

-Oh, no. We'’ve just--
-We... had breakfast.

Ah.

Mr Farnon.

Does this mean you may be
buying a pint tonight, Triss?

I resent the implication
that I'’m anything other
than generous

on our occasional
sojourns to the pub.

To the local nurses, maybe.

Well, unfortunately,
for the women of Darrowby,
my affections and my wallet,

shall not be given
as glibly as before.

Holding out
for Mrs Right?

Certainly been
plenty of Mrs Wrongs.

[chuckles] Actually,
I'’m setting up for something.

Wonders will never cease.

Here.

Promise me you'’re not
too draughty over there.

We'’re grand. Thanks.

Er...

Siegfried, I think might
have made a mistake.

That seems incredibly
unlikely.

No.

forty percent of profits
less bills, capital costs, etc.

Look.

That'’s less when I was
earning before.

It'’s less than what
Tristan gets now.

Ups and downs of running
a business, I'’m afraid.

Siegfried,

Since I'’m a partner now,

shouldn'’t we talk about
what'’s going to work?

Maybe there'’s more
that I could be doing?

You don'’t need to worry your
head about that rigmarole.

-Terribly dull, I assure you.
-I'’d like to know more.

Are you going to see
Kate Billings today?

-Aye.
-Marvelous. Give
her my regards.

[door bangs]

Bye.

See you later, luv.

May I?

[string music]

[goat bleating]

[birds chirping]

Hello, Mrs Billings.

-That'’s the other one.
I'’m Miss.
Sorry.

Was expecting Mr Farnon.
Who might you be?

Mr Herriot.

-I knew a Herriot once.
-Alright.

Mean little bugger.
Follow me.

-Was Mr Farnon busy?
-Yes.

But he sends his regards.

Does he?

You know, you really
stop bringing in these
delicious cakes, Mrs Barbara.

Terrible for my waistline.

Oh, you'’re welcome.
Isn'’t he, Oscar?
[bird squeaks]

-[James chuckles]
-[Scott squeaks]

[bird squeaking]

Oh.

Hmm.

Was that Mrs Barber
I saw leaving?

Er, yeah.

Not in the examination room.
Hand it over.

-Here you go.
-Thank you.

♪ Love feeds on many kinds

♪ Of food I know

♪ Some love for rancor♪

♪ Some food you take

That would have been in-charge.

Mrs Hall, you have a tone.

No.

The sort of tone that tells me
I'’m to be informed
of my failings

in the not-too
distant future.

Was not my place
to tell you anything.

Jolly good.

-Well... I might suggest--
-And again?

You shouldn'’t make promises
you can'’t keep.

You made James a partner.

You need to start
treating him right.

I spent years refining
this business till it runs
like clock-work.

What if he starts
re-arranging it?

Well, you can'’t expect to carry
on as though nothing'’s changed.

You know how keen he is.

Let him take a look
under the bonnet, and
see how it all works.

Mrs Hall, you are,
as ever, absolutely
and completely correct.

I shall endeavour to make
amends just as soon
as ever I can.

Right.

Whoa.

Good thing.

[lamb bleating]

Hello, little ladies.

[mooing]

[bag opening]

[calf mooing]

Hello, hello.

What seems to be the trouble
with you, then?

They'’ve been a bit gip
last day or two.

Diarrhoea and sickness.

I were worried.

[cow mooing]

They'’re absolute beauties.

You don'’t need
to tell me that.

Oh, no, no. Of course.
I was just...

Temperature'’s normal.

The breeding is
so important, isn'’t it?

Finding parents with
different qualities, they
complement one another.

[sheep bleating]

Lungs are clear.

I see you on Best in Show.

You know me sister
Annie then.

I'’ve not the pleasure, no.

Be glad of it, too.

-Easy. Easy.
-[mooing]

Oh, sore, isn'’t it?

-[mooing]
-Easy. Sorry.

The crew is suffering from
acute abdominal pain.

What have you
been feeding them?

Milk, and a few nuts.
Best there is.

There's nowt
'ere that could hurt 'em.

I keep it as well as can be.

No, I can see that.

I'’ll give them some
morphine for the pain.

And some charcoal solution.

And that'’ll hopefully help
pass any toxins through.

Hmm.

[calf bleats]

Er, right.

Just the stuff.

Here we are. Alright?

Keep an eye on them.
Let me know of any changes.

-Alright.
-Otherwise I'’ll be back
to check on them tomorrow.

Aye.

Right, I'’ll be off then.

Alright.

[calf mooing]

Coming through.

What have you done
to the dining room? Oh.

I was under the impression
that I own this establishment.

[sighs]

What? You told me
to show him everything.

-Hello.
-Ah, James, mi compadre.

Allow me to introduce you
to the inner workings
of the practice.

Goodness! [chuckles]

-Right.
-I'’ll leave you to get
better acquainted.

But while you'’re at it, if you
could detail the profit and loss

accounts of the last 12 months,

and make a list of
any unpaid invoices,

that would be
most helpful.

-You'’re off?
-You'’re going?

I'’m out with Diana
this evening,

we'’re practising
our fox trot.

[humming a melody]

Wasn'’t he out with Carol
last night?

And Eliza the night before.

Don'’t know where
he found the energy.

I'’m sure it'll all make sense
once I get going.

I'’ll put the kettle on.

Whoa, stick a fork in me.

I am done.

What d'’you say Jim,
fancy a pint?

Blimey.

What happened in here?

Do you know what
a profit and loss account is?

Oh. Above my pay level,
I'’m afraid.

You get paid more than me.

Right!

Right.

Until we start.

[suspenseful music]

Morning, Matt.

Morning, William.
Lovely day.

-Good Morning! Morning.
-Morning, William.

-Good morning.
-Good morning.

How do you get around
with the accounts last night?

Everything in order?

Ah... aye... fantastic.

-Thanks again for
letting me have a look.
-Oh, not at all.

You'’re a partner in the firm.
I wouldn'’t have it
any other way.

So did you get it
all written up?

I have to admit,
I am struggling a bit.

Aah.

Well, best leave it
with me then, eh?

-[James] Hmm.
-I mean, we can'’t
all be polymaths.

Blessed with the practical
skills and acute mental ability

required to understand
the complexities of business.

And you have so many other
qualities, with the animals,
with the clients.

So there'’s no harm in sticking
to what you'’re good at.

Plough your own furrow, I say.

I actually thought Helen
might be able to help me
understand how it all works.

Helen?

I used to run
the farm'’s accounts.

It'’s no bother, going
through it with James.

[kissing]

Well, isn'’t that a kind offer...

Yes... well...

Yes... it...

It'’s... very generous,
Helen. Thank you.

[sheep bleating]

I lost that calf of mine
this morning,

I'’m sorry to hear that,
Miss Billings.

And another one started
to go the same way.

[calf in distress]

Symptoms are
the same as before.

The temperature'’s normal.

I'’m sure it's acute
gastritis, but...

I wish I knew the cause. I can
swear these calves have eaten
some sort of irritant.

I haven'’t let them
out of this shed.

[mooing]

I'’ll do a post-mortem on
the other calf that you lost,

to see if we can find anything.

And I'’ll get
the kidneys over

to the lab in Harrogate
to test for lead estimation.

There'’s no lead in here.

Must be something
we'’ve missed.

[sighs]

These calves.

[sniffing]
They are like family to me.

Does anyone else work here?

Could anyone help
shed some light on it?

Just me.

Since Annie left.

Could she help us?

[mooing painfully]

She got married, she lived
just over hill.

Hasn'’t set foot on this farm
for nigh on a year, now.

And I told her, if she'’s
gone, she'’s gone.

What'’s about Mr Farnon?

What about him?

He'’s always been my vet.
He knows this farm.

Mr Farnon will tell you
the same as me.

Well, at least tell me
if I'’m gonna lose
any more of '’em.

Honestly, I don'’t know
the answer to that.

Let me run the tests. We
will get to the bottom of it.

What'’s gonna happen, eh?

What'’s gonna happen?

Hmm?

I'’ll look after you, love.

[papers rustling]

Anything that I can help with?

No, thank you.

Good.

[pencil scribbling]

You know, you really
don'’t have to. I can
always sit down with James.

I'’m 'appy to do it, Siegfried.

Wonderful.

[phone ringing]

Phone'’s ringing.

If only there were some clever
way of me knowing

Darrowby two-two-nine-seven.

Hmm.

[dog barks]

[Mrs H muttering]

Ah, yes.

Difficult first couple
of months this year.

Of course, we suffered
when you and James went

gallivanting on your honeymoon.

Well, how'’d you manage
your petty cash?

Oh, we em... we just
put it in pint pot.

It'’s not so different
to how we'’d runs things up
at Heston Grange.

-We use and old cigar box.
-[coin dropping]

Lady named Florence.

Number Three, Hillside Lane.
Her dog'’s had a turn.

Tristan...

[loudly] Tristan.

Call out.

Me?

Wh... what about surgery?

If there'’s a sudden rush,
I'’m sure I'll cope.

Well, best take the Rover then.

-Need anything else?
-No, thank you.

Siegfried, I was wondering
if you'’d help me with this?

-Ah, that'’s a five.
-And this?

Also a five.

I found some
uncashed cheques as well.

You know, Helen, although
to the untrained eye

it may look a little haphazard,
I have to tell you that this

system has never
let me down yet.

-Maybe this
wasn'’t a good idea.
-Perhaps not.

You'’ve got the gist
in any case.

[upbeat music playing]

Tristan Farnon.

-Well, god, Florence Pandhi!
-What are you doing here?

You called and asked me
to come.

I called for a vet.

-You do know that
your dad'’s a vet.
-[sighs[

-He does farm visits on Tuesday.
It was an emergency.
-[dog barks]

Looks like it too.

Now, being
George Pandhi'’s daughter,
I shouldn'’t be surprised

that you think this perfectly
healthy dog is on death'’s door.

Are you going to examine her,
or do I have to get your dad
around here?

He'’s not my dad,
as you well know.

Come on then,
let'’s have a look at you.

-What'’s her name?
-Daisy.

Hello, Daisy.

Daisy, Hello!

She was absolutely fine.

Rooting around on the drive
when she just suddenly seized up

and sort of toppled over onto
her side gasping and drooling.

I'’ve given her a once-over,
but I can'’t seem to find
anything.

Doesn'’t sound very pleasant.

How old is she?

She'’s too old for it
to be epilepsy, if that'’s
what you are thinking.

Still your dad'’s assistant
then, by the signs of it.

Actually I work in a bank now.

Took a room here
a couple of months ago.

Pandhi can'’t have liked that.

-[dog whining]
-No.

But it'’s not his life, is it?

Er, look...

I really can'’t find
anything wrong with her.

Maybe she got a bone
or something else
she'’s eaten caught,

and now it'’s been dislodged.

Doesn'’t seem to be
troubling her anymore.

Is that it?

Your bill will be in the post.

[door opens]

Lost.

-[door closes]
-Evening.

Triss!

The state of this place.

What do you call
a penguin in the desert?

How can you find
anything in here?

It'’s organised chaos, old chap

And it'’s lost?

The penguin'’s lost?

You should really keep these
sterilized and ready for use.

Ah, yes, yes,
alright, Siegfried.

You know, technically

I am your boss now.

Hmm... technically!

I suppose you have
to learn the hard way.

Is that it?

Is that what?

You'’ll never successfully
manage to practice
by being soft on him.

I am actually here, you know.

We were just
talking, Siegfried.

A piece of friendly advice.

We don'’t always have to bawl
and shout, you know?

What was that all about?

You know that thing you do
when you'’re with a girl
who you thought you liked,

but then you realise
you don'’t like her as much
as you thought you did.

But you liked her too much
to tell her that to her face.

I have no idea what
you are talking about.

The long goodbye?
The slow death?

When you just sort of start
being a bit off until she gets
the hint and stops calling.

You are a terrible human being.

Look I had to break it
to you, but Siegfried has
never wanted a partner.

I mean ever.

He likes being control
too much for that.

He really said that?

Hmm... frequently.

There'’s something on fire?

-Just dinner.
-Ah.

Alright.

Dare I ask on Siegfried?

As good as that.

Once I got me '’ead around
the way things work, I started
to understand it.

And I found a few
uncashed cheques.

Four pounds for the TB testing
we did the other day.

That'’s more than
we earn in a week.

What time is it?

Maybe I can still catch them.

-Who?
-The Minister of Agriculture.

Siegfried did say I should
plan my own furrow.

TB testing'’s really
not popular with farmers.

It can mean closing down
farms or killing livestock.

Maybe you should speak
to Siegfried first.

If I can show him that it'’ll
bring him more money,

maybe he'’ll change his mind.

Change his mind on what?

Triss just said Siegfried
has never wanted a partner.

I'’m starting to wonder
if he might be right.

[dialing phone]

Hello, could you put me
through to the Department
of TB Testing, please?

-Good morning, Alice.
-Hello, gentlemen.

Hello Alice.

Yes... yes...

[door bell ringing]

Door.

Yes, I'’m so sorry
to hear that, Kate.

-Good morning, Audrey.
-Good morning, Alice.

-[Siegfried] Yeah.
-[Mrs Hall] Have a good day.

I was under the impression that
Herriot was dealing with this.

Yes, of course I will.

Yes, yes. I'’ll be
out there right away.

-Morning.
-Morning, James.

Busy day ahead?

I'’m going to the lab to
see if I can hurry along
some test results.

Excellent, good.

-Thanks again for letting Helen
take a look at the books.
-[Siegfried] Quite alright.

Er, she mentioned there was
a cheque for the TB test.

Yes, I'’ll be dropping that
into the bank first thing
this morning.

Eleven letters. Ups and downs?
Second letter I.

Eighth letter T. Anyone?

-Helen, do you know?
-Since it brings in
so much money,

do you think we could
be doing more of it?

More trouble than it'’s worth,
frankly. It would mean risking
our relationship

with the farmers,
and we'’ve enough on
with the animal surgery.

-What'’s this doing here?
-Oh, sorry. I'’ll move it now.

No! No trouble at all!

[ringing]

-Everything alright?
-Yes, Mrs Hall,
rubbing along famously.

Bye.

Bye.

[James] Siegfried?

Siegfried...

Morning, shall we?

Jess... [Jess barks]

[Mrs hall sighs]

Finally, the newly weds are
just into their new home.

[Mrs Hall] Nothing. Put them in
a shoebox, and they'’d be happy.

[chuckles]
Ah, to be young and in love!

Did you ever think
about getting married?

I'’m not sure what Rock
would have to say about that.
He gets very jealous!

You'’re daft!

Na, I came close once.

Ruth Farwell was her name.

What happened?

-If you don'’t mind me asking.
-[dog barking]

The truth be told, I didn'’t
really feel like I deserved
to be happy back then.

After what happened to so
many of my friends in the war,

it just didn'’t seem fair.

Still... I should have
fought for her.

But when I saw Ruth at
the dance with Peter Riley,
that was my chance.

But I lacked the courage.

You must have had some courage.
You went off to fight
in the war as a young lad.

No, I mistook bravado
for bravery.

Hmm, it takes little courage
to fight for your happiness.

I was a fool.

I think foolishness is part
and parcel of being young,
unfortunately.

I'’d say you're right.

All worked out for the best
though. Peter'’s a nice feller
and Ruth'’s happy.

And you?

Oh, I...

I made my peace
a long time ago, Audrey.

I believe that we all
end up exactly where
we'’re meant to be.

[sheep bleating]

Hello, Kate.

That'’s two I've lost now.

I'’m so sorry.

Let'’s take a look.

[sheep bleating]

Temperature'’s normal.

[calf moos]

Yup.

There'’s definite evidence
of gastritis.

That'’s what Mr Herriot
said.

My best guess is they'’ve
ingested some sort of irritant.

But I can'’t see anything
in here it could be.

He said that an'’ all.

I'’ll do a post-mortem
on the calf and order
a lead estimation test.

-He'’s done that too, hasn't he?
-Aye.

-He has.
-[cow moos]

Well, sounds like James has
done everything he should.

I'’m none the wiser.

Sorry, Kate.

So there'’s nothing
you can do for '’em.

Not until we know
what'’s wrong.

I could only hope James,

my... partner.

has news from the lab
that throws some light
on the problem.

There you go, Charlie.

Now make sure you keep
brushing him regularly.

Otherwise the fur
will get matted again.

Thank you, Tristan.

Come on, Richard,
let'’s get you home.

[door opens]

[cat meowing]

[door closes]

[woman laughing]

[man laughing]

[woman laughing]
That can'’t be true.

-[both laughing]
-You'’re teasing me now.

You two look very cosy.

Oh, the dogs.

[dogs panting]

You must be thirsting
for a brew.

Won'’t be a moment. [chuckles]

[cup clinking]

And how are you
today, Rock?

-Ah, he'’s grand.
-Dhhh...

Yeah, he looks it.

He'’s always excited
for his walks with Jess.

I'’m sure he is.

You know...

we care a great deal
about...

Jess.

She'’s a part of the family,

and we'’d hate for her
to get hurt.

Well, uh,
I can assure you, eh,

Rock cares a great deal
about Jess, too.

And would never do
anything of the sort.

Good.

-That'’s a good thing, isn't it?
-[door opens]

[woman loudly] Hello.

Help. Somebody help me, please.

She started having fits
about half-an-hour ago.

I didn'’t know what to do,
so I just brought her
straight here.

Okay, bring her through.

My father'’s out.
[dog grumbling]

The state of this place.

We'’ve had a busy day.
Put her on the table.

I'’m not letting you work
on my dog in this pigsty.

Your dog looks very ill,
she could die.

You need to let
me examine her.

[dog coughs]

[dog coughs continuously]

-This is what happened before?
-Exactly.

No, it'’s not a fit.

She'’s choking. Something's
interfering with her air flow.

I need you to assist.
Pass me the torch.

[dog choking]

Would you mind holding
her jaws apart,

so I can see the wind pipe.

It'’s a pebble.

It'’s only about
the size of a pea,

but it'’s right inside
her larynx.

It'’s acting like a ball valve,
blocking her wind pipe
every now and then.

I--I have to get it out.

Oh, God no.

How on earth do you work
with it like this?

-[dog gasping]
-The conjunctive is blue,
she is asphyxiating.

Anaesthetise the throat area.

Florence, you need to trust me.

You'’re right. I'm sorry.

Now, hold her still
while I make the incision.

Deep breath!

[dog choking continuously]

See it.

I can feel it.

Er, just need to...

I'’ve got it.

Oh, god save.

Daisy, good girl.

Okay.

Daisy, Daisy, wait down, wait.

Okay, that'’s all done.

-You will just need to remove
the stitches in--
-Ten days'’ time.

-I can do that.
-[door opens]

Florence Pandhi.

What are you doing here?

-Oh, god, please tell me your
father'’s not here as well.
-No.

But I'’ll be sure to tell him
what an excellent job
Tristan did.

Oh. Right.

Good.

-We'’ll be off then. Come, Daisy.
-Yes, right.

Um...

-Thanks for that.
-Thank you.

Vicissitude.

Your crossword...
the answer is Vicissitude.

[dog barks]

[door closes]

Vicissitude, of course.

Hello, Kate.

I'’m stopping by to let you
know about those test results.

[gate closing]

They'’re all I've got left,
these calves.

I don'’t
know what I'’ll do if...

You must get lonely.
Out here on your own.

I'’m perfectly well as I am.

We all need support
from time to time.

If you'’re talking
about our Annie,

she ain'’t got time
for us no more.

I'’m sure if she knew
that the calves were ill,

and they were struggling,

she might surprise you.

What was it about
these test results?

Just came back
negative for lead.

I'’m so sorry.

I wish I could
tell you more but...

I'’m still none the wiser.

That'’s exactly
what Mr Farnon said.

[bicycle bell ringing]

Good evening.

Helen.

This came for James.

Oh, thank you.

Join us.
What you having?

-A whisky malt, thanks.
-What'’s that?

-It'’s for James.
-From the bank?

[Tristan] Siegfried?

Herriot Veterinary Practice
indeed.

Herriot...

I distinctly recall telling you
we wanted nothing to do
with the TB testing program.

Now I discover you'’ve signed
this up to it.

I'’m sure it's just some
simple misunderstanding.

I just called to see if
we could do more testing

and possibly make more money.

You don'’t appreciate
how divisive the matter
is for farmers.

We could persuade them.

This is still my practice.

It is but since you made me
partner, doesn'’t not make
it mine too?

James, maybe
now'’s not the time.

-Ah, you went behind my back!
-Which is something
you know about.

I saw Kate Billings today.

She'’s been a client of mine
for five years and she
specifically asked for me.

-[loudly] It was my case.
-[shouting] It'’s my practice.

It'’s our practice.

You see, this is exactly
why I didn'’t want a bloody
partner in the first place.

Dammit.

James...

They want their heads
knocking together.

Let me make you that whisky.

Good idea.

Mr Farnon likes
to keep his bottles
in separate boxes.

When they get mixed up,

he struggles to cope.

I have started to feel like
I might be a button too many.

He takes time to adjust.

We all do.

That'’s a big table
for just three people.

It'’s a big house.

I remember coming here
to pay a bill when it were
just you and Siegfried.

Oh, my goodness.
You were chaos.

You soon got it in order.

You do know...

You do know you don'’t have to
be tucked up there all the time.

I like it.

It'’s like a private quarter,
the world is just ours.

Ah, it'’s lovely to hear.

That dun'’t mean you have
to be squirrelled away.

It'’s not that we don't
wanna come down.

Well, then, what'’s stopping you?

I'’m so used
to doing everything.

On top of the farm work,
there was the cooking,
washing, cleaning...

more cooking.

No one'’s expecting you
to do all that here.

I'’d feel bad
that it'’s all left to you.

But that'’s my job.

From the outside.

Looks like it'’s more that.

It is.

This is my home.

You'’re not on the outside. This
is your home too, so you should
start treating it as such.

Come here.

Hmm.

Now...

Only thing needs sorting
is those pair.

Any ideas?

Yes.

I have.

[morning sounds]

Stove'’s out.

So we have to have
breakfast downstairs.

No.

Not with Siegfried.

Then you'’ll go hungry.

Now shift.

[footsteps receding]

I take it you got
the lead estimation result
on Billing'’s calf.

It was negative.
Must be something else.

You'’ll be going back up there
this morning then?

Yes.

You should both go.

That sounds like a good idea.

Two heads are better than one.

-I don'’t know--
-I don'’t know about that.

I'’m sure Kate Billings
would appreciate all
the help she can get.

I'’m sure she would.

-I'’ll get my things together.
-Yes, so will I.

-After you.
-After you.

[farm sounds]

We suspect gastritis but
we don'’t know what's causing it.

I'’ve been over
every corner of the shed.

I can'’t see anything
they could get to.

[bucket handle sound]

Something these animals have
ingested is poisoning them.

[footsteps approaching]

Alright.
We'’ve ruled out lead.

-Yes.
-And it'’s not their feed.

No.

Could it something
outside of the shed?

That'’s been trodden
through and brought inside.

Worth a try.

Do you mind if
I look around, Miss Billings?

I'’ll come with you.

You stay there.

[sheep bleating]

Thank you for
your kindness yesterday.

Alright.

It'’s no bother at all.

Did you think about
what I said?

D'’you see owt?

Um...

No.

No, nothing
that could be harmful.

[calves drinking]

Hey, hey.

James...

Come look at this.

It'’s a dead horn-bud.

Just found it in the milk.

Aye, I disbudded their
horns fortnight since.

Can you show me what you used?

This fella came
around selling it.

Annie used to deal with
all t'’business side o' things.

I can'’t read, you see.

But the fellow told me
it'’s just come on
to the market.

You just paint it on.

Er...

it'’s a lot easier than
t'’awd caustic stick.

Butter of Antimony.

James...

now we know.

What do you mean?

Antimony is a deadly poison.

Oh, it'’ll burn your horn buds
off, all right,

but if it gets in
among the food, that'’s it.

The moment the cows put their
heads there to drink,

that'’s when
the buds would fall off,
and contaminate the milk.

Exactly.

Anyway, let'’s get this last bud
off and scrubbed up.

These two should be fine.

I poisoned her.

I coulda killed them all?

You weren'’t to know.

If Annie were here.

She'’d 'a known

I'’m a stooping fool,
Mr Herriot.

Didn'’t you say, she just
lives just over there?

It'’s never too late
to make amends.

Well done in there, Siegfried.

You too.

For if they fall...

the one shall lift up
the other.

Peregrine.

I think...

[whistling]

Uh, Jim, good day?

Tressy?

You'’re cleaning?

I am.

What happened?

Emergency operation yesterday.

I didn'’t have clean equipment.

I nearly lost a dog.

Pandhi'’s daughter's dog,
to be precise.

Pandhi?

But you saved it?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I did.

Then you did well.

-And I want to hear all
of that over a pint, later.
-Thanks, boss.

Dinner'’s ready.

Well, then...

tell me all about
this TB testing.

The district'’s really
fallen behind so,

the MAG says
there'’s as much as we want.

It could be
incredibly lucrative.

Then, as a partner,
you should be free to make
those sort of decisions.

You'’re gonna be solely
responsible, though.

-You won'’t even know
it'’s happened.
-Oo-hoo.

I think we'’re done
cooking upstairs, aren'’t we?

Ah, thank god.

I mean...

Yes.

I think we are.

-[happy sounds]
-Let'’s eat!

That'’s nice.

-Very good.
-Thank you.

What have we got here, Mrs H?

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