All language subtitles for All Creatures Great & Small - S07E09 - A Grand Memory for Forgetting_eng

(COW MOOING)

(PLAYING MOUTH ORGAN)

(COWS MOOING)

(HUMMING)

(GLASS CLINGING)

He just gets so tired out.

It's not that he doesn't want
to come for walks.

He does. But he's getting
on a bit, I know, but it still
doesn't seem right.

In the past,
we always kept each other fit,

if you know what I mean.

Arnie, is he eating properly?

Never better, like a horse.

Getting thinner, though,
isn't he?

-Aye, he is.
That's what puzzles me.
-Drinking a lot?

-Aye, yes, he could drink
a well dry.
-Hmm.

-Very lethargic?
-Oh, that would
be the word, aye.

That takes me back to 1925,
that was, that was the year

when Jack Hobbs passed
Dr Grace in the number
of centuries

he scored
in first class cricket,
he got his127th.

-And everyone said...
-Arnie...

Arnie, I think, I think
Bouncer might have diabetes.

-Oh, is that bad?
-Yes, yes, I'm afraid it is.

But he won't die, will he?

Well, diabetes is a potential
killer, but there is an awful
lot we can do these days.

Oh, heck!

I mustn't lose him.
Can you start straight away?

Yes, straight away.
Have to be sure, though,

have to eliminate a few things
like kidney trouble.

Look, I want you
to get a urine sample.

If you hold a nice clean bowl
under him next time
he cocks his leg.

And then put
it into this bottle,

and bring it back
this evening with Bouncer.
Would you do that?

Aye, I'll do that.
It can't be that bad,
Mr Herriot.

Come on, Bouncer, show us
how you take a catch
in the deep.

Come on up. Hup, hup!

-(BOUNCER WHIMPERS)
-Hup.

Hup! Come on, lad!

Come on!

Oh, heck.

(DOG WHEEZES)

Coughing enough, that drew
my attention to it.

Been off her feed and all.

-(COW WHEEZES)
-There it is again.

I don't like the sound
of that.

Well, as coughs go,
I don't mind it too much.

We'll see. We'll see.

Her temperature
will tell us something.

-Could I be right, Mr Farnon,
in my suspicions?
-(SIGHS)

-And what suspicions
are those?
-Husk.

And if it is,
there will be others too,
I shouldn't wonder.

We'll see.

You know, there were
definitely more than
half a dozen cattle

in that little end pasture
of yours, Mr Hartley.

You must be seeing double,
Mr Farnon,

but if there's time, I'll send
my new man to take a look.

New man?

Yeah, well, in a manner
of speaking,

this chap back from
the war in Korea.
He has lost a lung.

You're a good soul,
Mr Hartley.

Oh, he's not a charity case.
He's as tough as they come.

Just doing odd jobs, though,
just to pay his way.
It's a pity, really.

He'll have some
tales to tell, I dare say.

I should think he must have,
although he's not much
of a one for talking.

And you've not spotted any
other of your beasts with a
condition similar to this one?

-Not as yet, but...
-All right. Let's have a look.

Well, she is running
a slight temperature.

Am I right? Husk, is it?

All my years of experience
suggest to me

that this is a case of

mild bronchitis, Mr Hartley.

The cough is not
typically husky, is it?

There is no real difficulty
in breathing.

No painful extension
of the neck.

Ah, there is a slight
nasal discharge.

No, I would suggest...

It's mild pneumonia.

Unless you wish to take issue
with that observation as well.

(CHUCKLES) No, no, no,
Mr Farnon.

Now you know no one has
a higher respect for your
scientific skills than me.

(COW WHEEZES)

When it comes to counting
cows, well, now, you'd win
no prizes there, would you?

I can still count, Mr
Hartley.

It's a well known fact
that you men of science,
no offence,

but you are just
a little forgetful.

-Oh, well, now...
-What about that time
with the Hardwickes?

When you forgot where
you put your car keys

and had to get a lift
home with the whole
pack of 'em.

No, no, no, no.
That's not what
happened at all.

The fact is,
and it's much stranger...

What actually happened was
that my little bitch

locked herself in the car
with the keys still inside.

That's why I so seldom bring
her out with me now.

(HARTLEY LAUGHS)

Now, that's a tall one,
isn't it?

Mr Hartley, I was there
and you were not.

Aye, and the Hardwickes
are neighbours of mine.

That's got nothing
to do with it.

Oh, no, no, no, owt you like.
Owt you like.

-(COW WHEEZES)
-Now what about my beast?

(LAUGHING)

Good morning. Can I help you?

-You'll be the vet?
-I am a vet, yes.

Jacob Pearson.
Mr Hartley said
you'd be passing.

-Take a look at my dog?
-(DOG WHEEZES)

Well, uh, yes, of course.
Is he unwell?

-Maybe.
-(ENGINE STOPS)

(DOG WHEEZES)

I do have a surgery, you know?

He said you'd be passing.

Aye, let's have
a look anyway.

Might be some kind
of influenza.
I don't know.

Well, runny nose, haven't you?

-General condition good?
-Yeah.

I don't think
it's a bad infection.

How long have you had him?

-Couple of months.
Bought him in Bristol.
-Bristol.

Uh, you're the soldier,
from the Gloucesters?

That's right.

Long way from home, Bristol.

Korea's even further, though.

How was it?

It was cold.

The winter was cold.

Hmm.

What's this?
What've you got here?

Well, I'm blowed!

All right, lovely.

A shotgun pellet.
Do you shoot, Mr Pearson?

No.

Er, you see, a stray pellet
could quite easily
have entered the sinus.

And that would, uh... Well...

That's very odd.

Anyway, there's
not much to worry about his
general well-being.

And I expect this condition
to clear up of itself.

That's good.

Well, it's been pleasant
to meet you, Mr Pearson.

What can I give you?

Oh, nothing. Next time,
perhaps, although we ought to
hope there isn't a next time.

Yeah.

Well, thank you. I'm grateful.

Not at all.
My name's Farnon, by the way.

Yeah, I know.
Goodbye, Mr Farnon.

Bye.

Come on, boy.
Come on, then. Come on, boy.

Let's go, let's go.

Come along, Mr Herriot!

-Time is money, you know.
-Uh-huh.

-Now, when did I telephone?
-Uh, lunchtime, Dennis.

Ah. And what time is it now?

Past 2:00.

We do have other clients,
you know.

Aye, but I'm one of your
regulars, ain't I?

I'm always using
your services, aren't I?

So I feel I'm entitled
to a few privileges,
if you know what I mean.

Huh? (LAUGHING)

A bit of priority.

I did come as soon
as I could, Dennis.

Thank you.

-So, you can't get her up?
-Nah, we've tried, but...

So how did it happen?

Oh, she just went over.

-You know the way.
-Uh-huh.

Legs splayed out...

-She looked
right comical at the time.
-Uh-huh.

When's she due?

Oh, it's about four weeks off.

(MOOING)

Well, her pelvis seems okay.

(MOOING)

Nerve paralysis.

That's not good news.

Down a cow, it never is.

The big problem is that
she's not due for another
four weeks.

Right now she needs
to be moved to a decent bed.

-Somewhere where
she can't slip.
-Uh-huh.

Yes. Yes, this'll do.

She might just get back
on to her feet.

Keep trying, anyway.

Isn't there summat
you can give her?

-Well, not to get her
back up right again, no.
-Oh.

Don't give up hope, Dennis.

Oh, I am never short on hope,
Mr Herriot.

But what I'm going
to lose here is money,
ain't it?

You might just lose a calf,
but she'll recover, all right?

It's not just the animal.

Feel free to correct me
if I'm wrong,

-but you'll be charging me
for this call, won't you?
-I'm afraid so.

Uh-huh.

Dennis... A reminder.

The account has been building
up a bit over the last
few months.

Oh.

Right you are, Mr Herriot.

We would appreciate
a little something
on account actually... Please?

Have you... Have you been
having trouble with the post,
Mr Herriot?

-No, I don't think so...
-I think we must have some
problem round here.

I sent off for a new
cheque-book,

oh, three weeks ago.

Can't you just go to the bank?

And I wrote the last of me
old cheques two days ago.

So, you see...

I've had to pay for everything
in cash.

-So...
-You haven't got anything
with you right now?

-You came on the wrong day,
you see?
-Yes.

-Yes, I did, didn't I?
-But I swear to you,

the top cheque on that
new book is yours
and Mr Farnon's.

(CHUCKLES) I can't say fairer
than that, now can I?

You can say what you like,
Dennis. We need some action.

Aye, so that very first
cheque is yours.

Oh, ho, there's plenty
who'd be pleased to have that.

I don't doubt it!

Well, not so much unspoiled
as unchanged.

I'd say
there's a difference,
if you see what I mean.

Oh, yes.

I...

I... I'd never move.

-No.
-(DOOR OPENS)

-Oh, I'm sorry.
-Oh, come on, James.
The more, the merrier.

Come on, come on.
Hello, Arnie.
What wind blows you hither?

It's confirmed, I'm afraid,
Siegfried, Bouncer does
have diabetes.

And I thought
we might give Arnie a drink.

Oh, you poor old thing.
I'm sorry to hear that.

Yes, of course,
that's a good idea.
Now, James.

This is James Herriot,
my partner.
Captain Crawford.

-Sit.
-Ex-RM. How do you do?

JAMES: How do you do?

-This is Arnold Braithwaite.
-Good evening.

Good evening, Captain.

-Whisky, Arnie?
-That'd be grand.

Captain Crawford's become
a Dalesman for the summer.

CRAWFORD: Oh, I wouldn't
say that quite.

It's for the boy, really.

-Your son, you mean?
-Yes.

Ah, well it's marvellous
out here for children.

He's 20.

Ah.

Arnie,
you're a well-travelled man.

How would you say the Dales

compare with the rest
of the British Isles?

-There's nowt to beat 'em.
-Well, there you are, you see!

We're all agreed you've come
to exactly the right part
of the world.

-Arnie,
my prescription for you.
-Thanks.

-Soda?
-Oh, no, no, no.

A traveller? What, uh...

ARNIE: Er... I follow sport.

Any sport. Anywhere.

Oh, I see.

Would your Christian
name be John?

Yes.

John Crawford, aye.

I saw your innings against
Yorkshire Seconds in 1921,
48 not out.

It were a dogged knock.

Oxford Blue, weren't you?

How very amazing! Quite true.

Awkward stance,
but never a bad player.

-Arnie, you are extraordinary.
-Well, it's all you have in
a memory. We've all got one.

Yeah, but not like yours,
Arnie. It's positively
elephantine! (CHUCKLES)

Yes, most extraordinary. I...

I'd better get back.
Um, got to...

Extremely good to meet you.

Uh... I'll be up to see your
mare in the morning,
if that's convenient.

Oh, yes, yes.

I'm... I'm there.

Right.

-Goodbye, Mr...
-Ah, Captain.

And...

Here's a little something
for the Memory Man.

Amazing.
Amazing gift of recollection.

Good, good. Tomorrow, then.

Yes... Goodbye.

What am I supposed
to do with this?
He can have it back!

I'll deal with it, Arnie.

-Er, Captain...
-Goodbye, again.

I'd never have mentioned it,

if I thought he was gonna
carry on like that...

No, Arnie,
of course you wouldn't.

I'm sorry about that, Arnie.
He's the oddest fellow,
isn't he?

Why was he here, Siegfried?

Well, you see,
he's taken the Halkin place.

There is a tenuous connection
in that he vaguely knows
my cousin Ralph.

Um, look, Arnie,
I tell you what, I'll keep
the ten bob.

I've got something
to do with this mare,

and I'll just knock it off
his bill, all right?

But, uh, don't worry about it.

Just hold him steady
a moment longer,
Hugh, if you would.

All right, all right, boy.

There you go.

That's him.

So...

You enjoying yourself up here,
are you?

Most people do.

-How do you occupy your time?
-Riding.

Riding. Yes, of course.
And?

This and that.

Well, it's a pity

he went into himself
like that

and gave himself a knock,
does he overreach a lot?

-Probably.
His action's very poor.
-Oh, that's a pity.

Can he jump?

Only when you make him.
He's a little
too placid for me.

I wanted something
with a little more life.

I don't know. There's a lot
to be said for good nature.

Really?

(STAMMERS) Yes, well,
he'll be just fine.

But no more riding
for a week or so.

He's pretty sore.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Well...

-All well?
-Yes, yes, yes. He will be.

I was telling Hugh he'll
have to rest him
for a few days.

What's the point of a horse
if you can't ride it?
You take him.

I'm going shooting.

Well, the boy's disappointed.

-Keen rider.
-Perhaps he is.

He's not what
I'd call a horseman.

You don't think so? Oh...

Talking about doing
a bit of point-to-pointing.

He's got the ability,
I was told.

That's, uh...

That's why I got the horse.

Well, he'll just have
to be patient for a while.

Sherry?

Glass of sherry wine
before you go.

Oh, well, perhaps
the smallest of small ones.

Thanks very much. I'll collect
all this on the way out.

Thank you so much.

(CLOCK TICKING)

I see your lad uses
an over-and-under.
Is that your preference?

-Are you a clay man?
-Sorry?

Clay pigeons.

-(GUNSHOT OUTSIDE)
-Oh, I see.

Er, I don't know.

Job lot.
Got 'em at an auction.

Guns aren't really my, uh...

-Field.
-Except for
the 15-inch variety.

-Or whatever it is
they have on cruisers, huh?
-Yes.

(GUNSHOT OUTSIDE)

No, it's, uh...

Well, now we're
in the country...

Good shot, is he, Hugh?

I keep him under
strict supervision.

Look, Farnon,
what do we owe?

Oh, Lord, nothing at all.

I'll be bound to come back
and look at the geldings.

-So we'll fix up something
then if you like.
-Very well.

I mustn't keep you, I know.

Well, it's a fact, I am rather
hard-pressed today.

Well, every day, in fact.

Still not stabilised, Arnie.

Let's hope we have more
luck with this one.

Well, it's just, it's just
he looks worse to me.

No better at all.

Well, it takes time.

Not looking
so good yourself.
Are you eating properly?

I've got some tins and that.
I'll be all right.

Now you listen to the vet,
Mr Braithwaite.

You've got to look after
yourself, too, you know,

and that means doing
the shopping as usual.

I know, Mrs Herriot.
I'm not much use to Bouncer
if I'm not mesen'.

-No!
-I'll do me shopping,
don't worry.

Good.

Now, Arnie,
I wanna see you both
here tomorrow,

and I want one of you looking
more cheerful.

I'll be here, all right,
Mr Herriot, but I can't
promise to smile.

I think we'll win
with this one, Arnie.

It's okay.

Aye! Well,

-I know
you're doing your best.
-Bye-bye, Arnie.

-Bye.
-Thanks, Arnie.

See you tomorrow.

-Here, Helen.
-Thanks.

Do you think you will win?

Hope so.

James,
I'm sorry to pile it on,

but you really
are gonna have to do something
about Dennis Pratt.

If he doesn't pay
his bill soon,
this practice will collapse.

Darling, I tried him
only yesterday.

What about a few
of Siegfried's PNS letters?

Dennis Pratt has collections
of Polites and Nasties.

And the solicitors just make
him laugh.

Well, I think I'll start
a new series anyway,
it's worth a try.

Siegfried said he might
look in this afternoon,
if he could.

Looks a bit crowded,
doesn't it?

It's Hardwicke's
and five other visits.

Don't worry, darling,
we'll get Dennis in the end.

(SQUEALING AND CLUCKING)

MAN: Here.

You flippin' thing, come here!

Come here!

-Come here!
-(SQUEALING AND CLUCKING)

Come on, you're all right!

-Sorry about that.
-That's all right,
Mr Hardwicke.

Now let's have a look.

Yeah!

Well, I think what we have
here is quite
a nasty case of...

-Keratitis.
-Oh!

It needs attention.

Now, will you hold on to him
this time? Would you
be good enough?

All right.

Oh, I know what
I meant to ask you,
Mr Hardwicke.

Have you noticed an unusual
number of cattle in that end

pasture of
Mr Hartley's lately?

No, I don't think so.

I don't take much notice.

We've plenty to look to
looking after
our own stock.

-Right.
-Yes, of course.

Well, you should notice
improvement pretty quickly
with this.

But I'll call back to see him.

And I'll leave some
stuff with you.

Well, why not? I mean,
you always do leave summat,
don't you, Mr Farnon?

Aye, that is true.
If it's not his instruments,
it's his wallet!

Always leaves something.

Oh, very occasionally, surely?

Right, he is done.

Very good.
Go on! Go on, then!

-Cup of tea, Mr Farnon?
-Uh, thank you,
I haven't time.

Hey, and then there was that
time when you walked off
with my spectacles.

Do you remember?

-Really? Did I?
-Oh, perhaps, he wouldn't.

Oh, yes. I do remember,
a very natural mistake
to make. Your spectacle

-case looks exactly
like my thermometer case.
-Oh, yes?

Yes. Ah, car keys...

(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)

Oh, Mrs A, I'm off now.

Right you are, Mrs Herriot.

And Mr Farnon called
to see if we got a spare
set of keys to the Rover?

Well, I found them and put
them on the hall table,
if he needs them.

-Lost his, has he?
-Oh, I don't know.
He didn't say. Bye.

-Bye, Mrs Herriot.
-(DOOR CLOSING)

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

Hello.

They're definitely
not in the car.

No, they wouldn't be.
I tend to keep them
on me after...

-After last time, you mean?
-Yes.

It's really good of everyone
to turn out like this,

but I'm afraid we've got to
face the fact that
it's a lost cause.

-So...
-You'll be wanting a lift,
then, Mr Farnon?

I don't want to put you out
more than I have to,
but of course...

ARTHUR: I'll get the car out.

Ben, we'll be giving
Mr Farnon a lift.

Right-o, Arthur.

BEN: Come on,
children, come on.

Well, listen, there's no need
for everyone to come.
Not like last time.

See, if I come, then Ben'll
want to come, won't he?

And if Ben comes,
well, his missus'll
want to come.

And if his missus comes,
well, I mean, you know
what it's like.

Yes, yes, I remember.

(CRUNCHING OF GEARS)

Hey, there's Bill Hartley!

-MAN: Aye, slow down, Arthur.
-No!

I mean, I... I really
am in rather a hurry.

Ah-ha, we'll stop for a word.
Now, then, Bill!

Ben and Arthur,
what's this, an outing?

-Something like that. Yes.
-How've you been keeping?

Oh, pretty fair, Ben.
Pretty fair.

Afternoon, Mrs Hardwicke.
Well, would you ever...

What's Mr Farnon
doing in there?

Well, he was looking
at one of our pigs,

and he lost his car keys.

BILL: Oh.

-Oh, what a commotion!
-Well, best be on our
way then.

Aye, better get Mr
Farnon back
to Darrowby before he forgets

(BOTH LAUGHING)

-Cheers.
-All right, mate.

Morning.

-Oh, thank goodness!
-What's the matter?

In here.

A man brought
it in an hour ago.
A Mr Pearson.

-My God!
-He said
he found it like that.

At least it's still alive.

I didn't know what to do.
Just keep it warm, I thought.

No, you did the right thing,
Mrs Alton.

"Just do your best", he said.

He wouldn't be surprised
if it didn't work.

(HUMMING)

-Morning, Mr James.
-Come and look at this,
would you, please, Siegfried.

What's that?

Penetration's not all
that deep,

thankfully. Otherwise he
wouldn't still be with us.

It's a curiously

close pattern, do you see?
Like a...

Like a clay gun, I mean.

Must have a remarkable
constitution.

Yes, he's still
got a chance, I think.

-How is he?
-Weaker.

-Critical?
-Yes.

Well, I'll just have to, uh...

-Leave the leg
to its own devices.
-It's all right.

Of course, you realise we may
save his life, only to have to
put him down, do you, James?

(INHALES)
Not much of a life,
really, for a dog.

One eye, half deaf,

almost certainly lame as well.

We won't have
to put him down, Siegfried.

-Is he gone?
-Yes.

(WHISPERS) Damn.

Well...

Well, um...

Would you put him
back in his box for me, James?

But Pearson won't want him,
will he?

No, but I will.

(SHOTGUN BLAST)

(SHOTGUN BLAST)

CRAWFORD: Hugh!

Hugh, Hugh!

Hugh!

Damn it all, Hugh,
I've told you 1,000 times!

Must have slipped my mind.

You can't go around firing
that thing off like a toy!

Fine, you have it then!
It's your toy, anyway.

I got my own, haven't I?
I'm going for my ride.

I saddled Tess for you.

Farnon said
you weren't to ride Trojan.

Who cares what he says?

It's not as though
he was my father, anyway.

(CAR APPROACHES)

Can I have a word
with your son, Captain?

I'm sorry?
Oh, you're worried
about his horse.

He's getting on very well.

Would you care to take a look
in the boot of my car?
I'll hold your mare for you.

Now, where's your son,
Captain?

I don't believe
it's any of your business.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

That dog died
of gunshot wounds.

Have you any explanation?

SIEGFRIED: Come back! Hugh!

I'm gonna ask you to leave
my property, Farnon.

I'm gonna ask you for the loan
of your mare, Crawford.

CRAWFORD: Farnon?

Farnon!

(HOOFBEATS RECEDE IN DISTANCE)

(SIGHS)

(HORSES PANTING)

Steady! Whoa!

(HUGH SOBS) Whoa!

SIEGFRIED: Come on.

Come on, my friend,
there we go.

Come on, lad.

(HORSES NEIGHING)

That horse has suffered
in consequence...

I hate... I hate everything.

Mostly me.

My mother was killed
in a car smash

just after the War.

I was with her.

Father was at sea.

When he came home
the great hero

that the Navy
has got no use for now,

do you know what he said?

He said,
"Never mind, old boy."

And that was it.

Now he gives me money...

And I wish
I hadn't shot the dog.

Why am I bothering
to talk to you?

Because I'm a stranger.

I won't use the gun again.

I hope I haven't hurt Trojan.

The only one
that's hurt, Hugh,
is yourself.

That doesn't matter, does it?

The owner...

Will you tell him?

(INHALES)

Nope.

I think you have
problems enough as it is.

Well, I suppose I shall tell
Mr Pearson roughly
what I'm saying to you now.

That I wish there was
something I could do to help,
but there isn't.

And I'm sorry.

Here.

See you.
Bye, Mrs Bowser.

Thank you. Who's next?

It's thee, Arnie.

Hello, Arnie. Come in.

Feel better?

Now then, Mr Farnon.

SIEGFRIED: Now then, Mr
Pratt.

I've had a hell of a day.
And we've got
serious business to discuss.

DENNIS: Aye, me downer cow.

Before I attend to your cow,

I want the air cleared
between you and me.

Oh, it seems
clear enough to me.

Or to put it another way,

before I look at your cow,
I shall require
a down payment

in settlement of your bill.

Nay,

you're never going to charge
me before you've even
seen the animal, veterinary.

Oh, that can't be right.

But this bill is for
outstanding services, Dennis,
not for current...

But...

I've paid you.

Have you?

I sent you a cheque
in post just two days ago.

As I've been telling
Mr Herriot,

we've been having trouble
with the post around here.

Aye, that'll be it.
It's in post.

Unless, of course,
they've lost it, that is.
(CHUCKLES)

-Well, how can we know?
-Aye...

Aye, that's a
tricky one, that.

But I tell you what.

If it hasn't arrived
in the next day or so, well,

you can just
make me out another bill.

-How about that?
-Then we'd just be back
to where we started, Dennis!

You send me your bill,
and I'll pay it.

That's the way to do business.

Now, are you going to see
me suffering beast,
or aren't you?

(GASPS)

-She's not due for four weeks?
-Aye.

Well, you know, she'd
stand a better chance

if she didn't have the weight
of the calf inside her,

I mean,
if I were to abort her.

Aye, I thought it might
come to that.

-When?
-I can inject her now.

Aye, well, I've got some
decent stirks going to mart
before so long.

I'll need a good trade
to make up for this.

Ah, fortunately, it's a very
simple process nowadays.

Aye, and on top
of everything else,

I've got to give you money
for this and all.

Don't you worry
about it, Dennis.

If the past is anything
to go by,

it won't be worth a lot
by the time we get it.

Oh, that's a corker!

That's a funny one!

You've got a rare
sense of humour,
Mr Farnon.

(COW MOOING)

-Hello, James.
-Hello, Siegfried.
How did it go with Pearson?

Oh, it wasn't pleasant,

but he's something
of a stoic, he is,
our Jacob Pearson.

I also saw Dennis Pratt.

-Any luck?
-That man's pockets reach
right down to his ankles.

-Deeper than that!
-(CHUCKLES)

Ah!

I had to abort his cow, too.

Ah, that's a pity. Oh, yes,
Captain Crawford
would appreciate a visit,

-in your official capacity.
-Tonight?

Yeah, he's got a bitch
he wants you to see.

Can you go, James?

Oh, he wants
the head man, Siegfried.

My old school tie
doesn't have
the right pattern.

CRAWFORD: It's almost as
though she'd contracted
some form of dropsy.

I only noticed
it this afternoon.

What is it, old girl, eh?
Not feeling quite
the ticket, eh?

She seems to have adopted
this room as her own.

So I, uh...

Look, Farnon...

About this morning...

That old mongrel...

Do you mean
Mr Pearson's Bedlington?

I would take it as an
act of friendship between...

Between men
of a similar social standing.

If you could find
it in yourself to forget
about the whole thing.

Captain Crawford,
I'm given to understand
that I have a reputation

for an exceedingly bad memory,

but that is not the reason
why I neglected
to tell Mr Pearson

that I know exactly
who shot his dog.

-As far as I'm concerned,
there the matter rests.
-Thank you.

But, uh...

Being a man of some
social standing,

you may wish to take some
further action yourself.

I see.

You know, Captain, it's not
the easiest thing in the world
to adapt to country life.

But there's nothing at all
wrong with your bitch.

It's just that she's
about to whelp.

-Just handed him over to you,
like that?
-JACOB: Yep.

Well, I must say,
it's very much

the Captain's style,
isn't it?

It's a kind thought,
but in actual fact,

this little chap would have
been much better off

for several more weeks
with his mother.

Well, he was moving on.

Yes.

How you getting on with
the bottle-feeding?

I've done what you
told me to do.

-No problem there.
-Well done.

Well, I think we can pass
this one fit for duty.

These little things
are very susceptible to cold,
so have a care.

This place ain't what
you might call cosy.

But I've stopped
all the draughts.
It's coming along.

Oh, you're doing a grand job.

-And with the little fellow.
-I'm going to train up
this one proper.

Get a bit of order
into his life.

Like to know
where they are, dogs.

Well, I mustn't keep you.

-If you need us,
you know where we are.
-Yeah.

Oh... Thanks for stopping by.

Oh, well...

Tell me...

Jacob... I'm curious.

What did Captain Crawford
actually say when he came
up here with the puppy?

To tell you the truth,
Mr Farnon,
he didn't say much at all.

But I think
we understood each other.

-Goodbye.
-Bye, now.

There, Arnie.
Stabilised at last.

He's really better?

Yeah, same as any other dog.

From now on it's up to you.
A shot of insulin every day
for the rest of his life.

-What me? Me Inject him?
-That's right.

Every day after the first
meal, soon become part
of the everyday routine.

-By George, I've got it!
We've got him!
-What?

-Hello, Arnie, sorry.
-Don't mind me, Mr Farnon.

Bouncer is stabilised,
Siegfried.

-Well, that's marvellous!
-Got who?

Well, never mind.
Uh, you'll see.

We're going to the auction
mart tomorrow...
Stabilised, eh?

Well, that is wonderful,
wonderful.

Well done, James.
That is wonderful.

Well, he's in a good mood.

Yes... Yes, he is, isn't he?

(LOWING OF CATTLE)

(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)

ANNOUNCER:
Right, ladies and gentlemen,
your last chance

at Dennis's couple here.
Two right grand heifers.

Come on, gentlemen.
They're a lovely pair.

These will do well
wherever they go.

35 bid, 35, 38, 40 pound.

-Why don't you tell me
what you are up to?
-Patience. You'll see.

50 pound. 50 pound, there.
Another, if you like,
two, 52, four.

54. 56, 56 bid, they're
worth more than this.

Well bred and well fed!

ANNOUNCER: 58 bid.
58 pounds.

(GAVEL STRIKES)

ANNOUNCER: Right, ladies
and gentlemen, another
two grand heifers here.

Two grand heifers.
What will you give
us for these? Anybody? 55...

Come on, quick!

ANNOUNCER: 30 pound bid.
32 bid. 34, 38,
40 pound.42 bid...

-One eight four and one
eight five.
-Sign here, please.

Come on, James.

-Just look there, James.
-Yes, there he is.

No, no, no, not Dennis.
Over there. Hartley!

Oh, frabjous day! Come on.

Just tell me...

Follow my lead, James.
Come on!

Dennis! Well met!

-How are you?
-How do?

Hello, Dennis.

Buying or selling, are you?

We'd have a problem buying,
Dennis.

-We certainly would.
We're bit short of cash.
-Oh, I know the feeling.

But you did good trade
with your stirks.

-Fair, fair.
-You must tell us your secret.

How do you turn them
out so well?
It's a great gift.

There is no secret.

It's just good, green grass
and plenty of it.

But I could have done with
more for those stirks.

-In fact quite a bit more.
-Oh, really?

-Mr Hartley, good morning!
-Hello, Mr Farnon.

-Mr Herriot.
-Mr Hartley.

-Aye.
-And how is life for you,
Dennis?

Oh, Dennis is on top
of the world. He's just made
a fortune with his heifers.

-Oh, yeah.
-He tells me there's nothing
to producing fine animals

but a diet of good,
green grass and plenty of it.

Do you agree
with that, Mr Hartley?

Oh, yes, it is very important,
of course.

That's why I'm so careful
about my fields.

I never let them
get over-grazed.

Yes, I imagine
that's the practice

you like to follow,
isn't it, Dennis?

You don't like to see
your fields over-grazed,
do you?

Oh, no... No.

No. So you would
never share yours

with another farmer,
Mr Hartley?
Your grass, I mean.

Oh, no, I never
agist out my pastures.
It's well known.

Ah. Isn't that interesting,
James?

Just good, green grass,
wherever you can get it.

Do you know Dennis has done
so well with his young cows,

-he's going to pay our bill.
Aren't you, Dennis?
-What?

Are you really, Dennis?

I've got it with me.

As much as that?

(DENNIS SIGHS)

You shouldn't let it
build up like this, you know.

I've told you about
that before.

Owt off for luck?