All language subtitles for All Creatures Great & Small - S07E10 - Old Dogs, New Tricks

Ewan!

Ewan!

(KNOCKING)

Ewan!

Off you go.

Mr Peart,
here's your culprit,
grass seed.

Oh! Then it's nowt catching?

No, no, luckily.

Contagious eye disease,
that's the last thing
you need.

Aye. I want that one missed
afore tupping time.

Could say it's a make or break
year for me this year,
Mr Herriot.

-I have to buy a new tup.
-Oh!

So who are you buying from?

Ben Lupton.
If I can afford it.

Oh, you'll be all right there.
His stock's sound.

Aye. You can never be sure,
can ya?

I mean, the tup's only
ever good as
its performance.

That's something
you find out after
you've parted with brass.

Well, it wouldn't do
Ben's reputation much good
if he sold you a dud one.

Aye. No, man. If I bought one
I'd be a ruddy
laughing stock.

-Ha!
-Listen,

while we're on the subject,
can you check
him over for me,

before I decide, like?

Yes. Yes, all right, Mr Peart.

See, I can check
a ram's physical condition,

but his ability
to sire, well, you'll have
to judge that for yourself.

Aye. Fair enough, Mr Herriot.

(MOTOR RUMBLING)

(SIGHING)

Brown boots
(SINGSONG) I ask you!

-What about the hat?
-Lovely.

Felbridge sale's today.

Someone will buy you.

Come on in.

Thank you. I thought I'd make
a small detour
and look in on you.

Actually, I did telephone
to warn you,
I was going to stop by...

Oh, I'm sorry I wasn't here.

I've been seeing
Silas Wenlow's mare
through a bad foaling,

and a problem or two
that followed.

Up all night were you?

Yeah, I haven't slept
since Monday.

How long is that?
I've lost touch.

Oh, Ewan, that's
too many hours.

Mmm. Care to sample my fee?

It's not exactly VSOP,

but Silas does have
a way of combining
sloes and whisky.

Oh! Why not?

Sloe whisky, baskets
of vegetables on the doorstep,
a brace of rabbits on a hook.

You still barter
your services, do you, Ewan?

I like to keep things
simple, Siegfried.

Oh, Ewan, Ewan, Ewan.

Those that can, pay in cash.
Those that can't, pay in kind.

You don't approve, I know,
but it suits me.

It's not that I
disapprove exactly.
To each his own.

Amen to that.
Here's to
a contented life, Siegfried,

and here's to the just reward
for hard labour.

(RETCHING)

(GASPS)

Goes down well, doesn't it?

Ah! If you like
fruit flavoured
aviation spirit!

Aye! Silas swears it's the
best thing he knows for
shifting worms in pigs.

-I don't doubt it.
-Another one?

No, thank you.
Ewan, unlike you,
my day is just beginning.

I think, perhaps,
a cup of tea.

-Ah!
-No, no, no, I'll do it.

(SIGHING)

EWAN: So, Siegfried,

how goes it in Darrowby?

Well, do you know, Ewan,
we've never been busier,

and with the latest
scientific advances

working their way
gradually through the system,

the practice has never been
more exciting.

Do you know, I don't think
a day goes by

without a new footstep
being taken

over the
threshold of knowledge.

That's it!

The days when vets
like you and me
pounded exotic remedies

in pestle and mortar

are fast vanishing
over the professional horizon.

Do you know, Ewan?

Ewan?

Hello! Hi, is your father
up and running?

-He's fine. He's much better.
-Good.

-I'll tell him I saw you.
-Please do.

See you later.

Lead him round again, Jack.

Excuse me, sir,
are you the owner
of this animal?

What the... Siegfried!

Henry Clintock.
By all that's holy,
when did they let you out?

You haven't changed a bit,
and after all these years.
What's your secret?

A good appetite
and a clear conscience.
You ought to try it, Henry.

Too late, old boy.
I should've started
20 years ago.

Yeah, it's never
too late to mend.

SIEGFRIED: No need to ask you
what brings you to this corner
of the world.

HENRY: Meet Gravy Train,
Siegfried.

SIEGFRIED: Handsome.
Very handsome indeed.
Who is the lucky owner?

After all those years
training horses
for other people,

I decided to take
the plunge on my own account.

Well, that's good to hear.
High time too. I wish you
every sort of success.

HENRY: Well that rather
depends on how he turns out.

We've gone for broke
on each other.

Bring him over here, Jack.

He's the white hope
of the Clintocks.

What about you?
Still at Darrowby, I suppose?

I certainly am.

Just as well you found me,
then, because if you hadn't,

I would most certainly
have found you.

I've taken over
a place up here.

Oh, that's just wonderful.
Where?

Barely an hour's drive
from Darrowby. Nedderburn.

Nedderburn.
I don't believe it!

Try and get him
into the box again, Jack.

If we don't get him in soon,
we'll have to ride him home.

Henry Clintock.
Old university chum, eh?

Large as life. Wasn't it
a bit of luck running into him
like that, James?

-Memories of a
misspent youth.
-(CHUCKLING)

Dear, dead days, James.
But not entirely beyond
recall, you see?

Well, his stable should
be good for business.

Oh, I rather think
Nedderburn's a touch
beyond our patch.

JAMES: Mmm.

No, what worries me,
it really is a worry,

is that he'll get taken over
by one of those damn
Bentley vets.

But you know,
he is just down the road
from you-know-who.

Who?

Ewan Ross, James.

Best horseman north
of the Humber.

North of anywhere, James.

JAMES: Present company
excepted, of course.

Nobody excepted.

Well, yes, but er, Ewan?

Well, I know he's impossible.

And since Ginny's death
he's let himself go.

Well, it just means that
the approach will
have to be...

Subtle.

Hmm.

-Boy, look at that.
-Big 'un, isn't it?

GIRL: Maybe it's the Queen.
Let's have a look inside.

Hey, go on off, then!

(CHILDREN LAUGHING)

Oh, that dreadful Hodgekin.

He bumps and dents
my beautiful car.

The garage has supplied
a ghastly hearse
while they repair it.

And now this!

I repeatedly asked him
to mow the rough grass
in the orchard.

But no! And Tricki is paying
for his incompetence.

Well, it's nearly finished,
Mrs Pumphrey.

Whatever would he do
without his Uncle Herriot?

But there is
the problem, Mr Farnon.

Problem, Mrs Pumphrey?

If I go to Le Touquet,
it'll mean leaving Tricki.

(SNARLING)

Tricki, I'm sorry.

Don't worry, darling.
Mummy won't desert you.

He's convinced I'm going
to abandon him, Mr Farnon.

I'm sure that he'd enjoy
a few days in
a boarding kennel.

Boarding kennel?

Well, yeah. James and I
come across some quite

excellent ones nowadays.
Don't we, James?

Mr Farnon, the very name
conjures up

Dickensian pictures
of squalor and cruelty.

The idea of Tricki
imprisoned in such a place!

Well, of course,
I realise that Tricki's needs
are unique.

He would require a good deal
in the way of special care
and understanding.

Precisely,
but where to find it?
Who to trust?

So few live up to
Tricki's demanding standards.

Don't you agree, Mr Farnon?

Oh, absolutely, Mrs Pumphrey.

Here we are, Tricki.
It's all done.
Friends again, I hope.

-(BARKS)
-MRS PUMPHREY: Do look,
Mr Farnon.

A picture of devotion
don't you think?

Yes, quite charming.

I know who Tricki
would wish to stay with,
given the choice.

SIEGFRIED: Ah, well,
yes, of course...

-Then you agree?
-Well...

I mean, you would wish to have
Tricki staying here with you?

Well...

I must confess
the thought had occurred,

but Tricki would be the very
last to impose himself.

Well, the only trouble is...

Then you're quite sure
it is what you both
want to do?

-JAMES: Well,
Mrs Pumphrey, we...
-Absolutely, Mrs Pumphrey.

It would be an honour
and a privilege,
wouldn't it, James?

Hey-up, Harold.
What's this then? Deputation?

Just me and Mr Herriot, Ben.

Hi, Mr Lupton.

Mr Peart asked me to have
a look at this tup of yours.

Oh, aye?

I know you won't mind me
bringing a veterinary, Ben.

Mind? Nay, bring vicar and
his wife to look at him,
if you've a mind.

I want to know
what I'm getting
for me brass.

If I decide
to buy him, that is.

Please descend, lad.

Aye, I will.
On you go, Mr Herriot.

Right.

What's that then?
For counting
his legs or something?

Thank you very much.
Go on. Go on. Come in.

Come on.

Siegfried!

Hello, Henry!

What on earth kept you?

A thousand apologies.

Where's Ross?
That vet chum of yours?

Oh! I'm afraid he
was called out this morning.

I see.

He's so fearfully in demand
these days, you see, Henry,

that as much as he wanted
to come, it was
quite impossible today.

Oh, well.
Perhaps another time.
I'll just get the gate.

I'm sorry you were
delayed too, Siegfried.

Apart from anything else,
I wanted your opinion
of Stackpoole.

Stackpoole?

He's the horse specialist used
by most of the
stables around here.

You must've seen him
leave just now.

Oh, yes. I certainly did.

If his bills measure up
to his wardrobe

and that car of his,
I'm in the wrong job.

Well, you mustn't think
of him as representative
of the profession, Henry.

He can certainly
knock it back too.

Never saw anything walloped
so fast as those

'37 Margaux I'd opened
for our lunch.

You've had lunch?

Had to, Siegfried,
or see it spoiled
and chucked out.

Stackpoole was here.
Well...

Of course.

Not to worry,
I'm sure we've got some
cold cuts knocking about.

Look, you go on in.
I'll just round up
those damned peafowl.

Can't tell you how
marvellous it is to have
you here, Siegfried.

Well, Veterinary? Satisfied?

-Well, Mr Lupton...
-Mr Herriot. Mr Herriot.

-This is between you
and me, Mr Herriot.
-Uh-huh.

Aye.

So, er, what's the verdict?

He's magnificent.

I know that.
What I want to know,
is he sound?

No abnormalities.

-Teeth?
-Fine.

-Feet?
-No problems.

How about his tackle?

His what?

Can he do his job, like?

He is a perfectly
endowed specimen, Mr Peart.

Nowt wrong with him at all?

Not that I can see.

What a facer!

How do you mean?

I need something
to beat Ben Lupton
down on the price.

Oh, well.
That's between you
and him, I'm afraid.

In my opinion that tup
is in first-class condition.

-Yeah, well, if you're sure.
-I am.

(BRAYING)

And what's your problem then?

(BRAYING LOUDLY)

(CHEERING)

(STRAINING)

(LAUGHING)

Two pints
for my table, Albert.

Hey, Siegfried, I'm glad
you came back. Over here.

You're a fearfully
elusive man, Ewan.

And you've been
more than persistent.

You got my messages?

Yes, all of them.

Then why the devil didn't you
show up at Clintock's?

Oh, I was busy.
You know how it is.

You managed to find
him then, sir?

Ah, eventually, yes.

Not an easy chap to find,
is our Mr Ross.

Not unless you need him,
and then he'll find you.

Oh, my goodness me,
you've really got these people

eating out of your hand,
haven't you, Ewan?

Oh, well, people and animals,
there's only the one rule.
"Firm, but gentle."

You don't think you're
forgetting just one thing?

What?

That there's a world outside
that's waiting for you.

Siegfried, I know what
you had in mind today.

It's not up to me to run
your professional life.

No.

But this is a challenge
that is worth your abilities.

It'll get your foot
in the door. You know that
all the stables around here

rely on that damn
Bentley brigade.

They can afford each other.

Can you afford not to take
advantage of this opportunity?

Taking advantage, eh?

Ah, well. That's a meaningless
notion in this neck of the
woods, I'm afraid, Siegfried.

Have you ever played poker?

I'm serious, Ewan.

Now, the skill lies
in recognising when you hold
a winning hand.

(SIGHING)

(TOY SQUEAKING)

He's absolutely heartbroken.

Come on, Tricki.

Don't worry, darling.
It's only Uncle Herriot.

You promise not to let him
out of your sight?

-Of course.
-Not for a single instant.

-Mrs Pumphrey...
-I know, I shouldn't
even need to ask.

But rest assured,
my faith in you is as
bounteous as Tricki's own.

I promise I will look after
him with the greatest of care.

Come on.

You're very kind.

-Hmm.
-Goodbye, my darling.

Mummy will be back
before you know it.

And she'll bring you
something special from France.

-Bye, Mrs Pumphrey.
-Bye-bye.

(SNIFFLING)

Yes, right, Henry,
well, of course I will.

I've just got to clear it
with James, that's all.

I don't anticipate any trouble
in that direction.

All right, Henry,
until then. Bye.

-Siegfried.
-Hello, James.
Let me do that for you.

Come on, Tricki.
Come, come on.

James, I do realise it is
the most frightful imposition,

but I've got to get back
to Henry Clintock's.

Oh, really?
Come on, Tricki.

When?

Well, it really
ought to be today.

What's so urgent?

Oh, that damn Bentley vet,
Stackpoole, Pole,
whatever his name is,

has diagnosed a hernia
in that new young horse
of Henry's.

He's recommended
immediate surgery.

So, of course Henry
is very anxious for
a second opinion.

What am I supposed
to do, Siegfried?

Two lots of surgery,
and Tricki?

Thank you, James.

Rest assured, dear sir,
of my warmest welcome.

SIEGFRIED: Thank you, James.

(SIGHING)

(TOY SQUEAKING)

Pick up a foreleg for me,
Alan, would you?

SIEGFRIED: Okay, thank you.

Well?

Inguinal hernia,
no doubt about that.

Surgery is the only option?

Well, it might not bother him
as he goes on.
What is he, a 3-year-old?

I think, all things
considered, I'd be inclined
to geld him.

Thank you, Alan.

I see. Surgery be wouldn't be
especially difficult
or dangerous, would it?

Well, you know
as well as I do,

there's an element of danger
in any surgical procedure,

but no, it should be
well within the competence of
any experienced practitioner.

Whilst it wouldn't be true
to say that money
is no object,

at least, it's not
the issue here.

-I want the best
for Gravy Train.
-Quite.

Is there any chance that
you could...

Oh, Henry, the operation
is not what presents
any difficulty

it's what happens afterwards.
And time is not
mine to pledge.

Not as this remove
from Darrowby.

Of course.

Stackpoole said he'd have to
go to a veterinary hospital.

Well, we all have our
own ways of doing things.

Perhaps Mr Stackpoole
wouldn't be able to devote

the time to
postoperative care.

Siegfried, that chum
of yours, Ross. Could he be
our man, do you think?

I don't doubt it.

Could we see him now?

I rather think we could.

-Well, let's go then.
-Right. Thank you.

He's an enormously
keen mechanic.

So I can see.

Ewan!

Ewan!

(KNOCKING)

Ewan!

Ewan?

Ewan.

Ewan.

Uh...

Henry, do you think
you can give me a hand
to get him upstairs?

Of course, old boy.

(EWAN MUMBLING)

-Now then, Mr Herriot.
-Mr Peart.

Tricki. Tricki, come here!

(TRICKI YAPPING)

That's a good boy.

Brought the hearth rug
with you, I see.

In you go, Tricki, go on.

Any change in the ram?

See for yourself.

I'll have that Ben Lupton
for this on the nose.

He sold you this beast
in good faith.

Oh, aye! With a bit of help
from the expert.

Look, when I examined him
there was no indication

that this sort of thing
might happen.

Try telling that to them keen
young ewes of mine,

like a chorus of ruddy virgins
singing Why Are We Waiting?

Yes, well don't
write him off yet.

He's a dead loss, Mr Herriot.

I'll give him
a shot of vitamin E.

It might help.

Aye, well, if it doesn't,
he's for the chop.

Ruddy experts!

I'm sorry for
the wasted journey.

It was worth a try.

-Henry...
-I'm sure Ewan Ross is
everything you say, Siegfried.

It's just that I need
a chap I can rely on, you see.

I'll speak
to Stackpoole again.

Of course.

Come on, lad. Come on.

There we are then.
There we are.

Little bit creaky
in the joints.

Nah! That's nowt
but old age, Mr Farnon.

Just push him on the offside.

Steady now.

-Steady.
-He could do with
his nails trimming.

Aye.

All right, level.

(HUMMING TUNE)

Apart from the
loss of appetite,

doesn't seem to me
to be much wrong with him.

Aye! It's a puzzle
right enough, Mr Farnon.

How long did you say
he's been like this?

A week. Maybe more.
Gone right down, he has.

Well, really,

the only thing
that I can do

is to, uh,

give him
some vitamins and iron.

It's old age, as you say.

Aye. Well, we bought him
for our Lizzie

when she was
nowt but a nipper.

She's at college
now, studying.

But she likes to see him
about the place when she
comes home, like.

Of course she does.

Do you know when I was a lad,
we had a donkey
over 40 years old?

Oh, aye?

-You know, you never see
a donkey die?
-No?

That's what they say.
Like a swan.

Don't you worry, Mr Lupton,
I think this'll do a bit of
something for him.

Not on my account, mind.
For our Lizzie.

Of course.

Yes, Henry, I understand.
Well, the best thing you can
do is try to keep him quiet.

Oh, he should
be back any minute.

Yes, I know, I know.
It is rotten luck.

Yes, all right. Yes, bye.

(SIGHING)

Tricki, come on.
It's crisis time.

The best place for you
is out of the way.
Come on, that's it.

There you go. Good boy.

-Hello, James...
-Siegfried, I'm sorry.

That was Henry Clintock
on the telephone.

Apparently, Gravy Train
was playing up in his stall

and seems to have brought on
a strangulation.

-What's his condition?
-Well, very distressed.

-Feverish, breathing fast.
-How long?

Well, anything up to
four hours, Henry said.

That gives me six hours to nip
gangrene in the bud.

James, can you cope
with my afternoon calls?

Well, yes, yes. I'll be able
to fit those in. You'll need
help, won't you?

Yeah, but it will have
to be Ewan Ross.

Ah, yes.

-Uh, James would you mind
telephoning him for me?
-All right.

Try all the numbers
we've got for him,

and if you don't get him...
Including the pub.

And if you don't get him,
leave messages.

Right. Are you sure
he'll respond?

Ah! I've never known him
not to, James.
Not when it counts.

All right.

Mr Ewan Ross.
Message from
Mr Siegfried Farnon.

That's right. Young colt
with strangulated hernia.

Clintock's stables. Mmm-hmm.
Condition serious.

Surgical treatment imperative.

Assistance greatly
appreciated.

Leaving Darrowby now.
Message timed at 1:30 today.

Well, yes, I know,
but if you do see him...

Right, yes, thank you
very much. Right. Bye.

-Any luck, James?
-Not yet, no, Siegfried.

Plenty more numbers
to try, though.

Thank you so much.

-Good luck.
-Thank you.

(NEIGHING)

(MOTOR APPROACHING)

Henry Clintock?

Yes, Mr Ross.

We have met. Siegfried and I
visited your cottage,

when he was over
here last week.

Ah! That visit, huh?
Well, mystery solved.

I knew Siegfried couldn't
have got me up those stairs
on his own.

It's good to meet you at last.

Siegfried's been trying
to get us together for
some time now.

Yes, so I gather.

Is that the patient?

Yes, I'm waiting
for Siegfried.

Hmm. Well, I best have
a look at him.

Without Siegfried?

He did leave a message
asking me to come here,
you know.

And by the looks
of that animal, the sooner
we get started, the better.

Oh, I see.

(INAUDIBLE WHISPERING)

I were expecting Mr Farnon
and alls.

Been called away, Mr Lupton.
Asked me to call in.

-Loss of appetite, you say?
-Aye.

Not eating anything at all?

Oh, a mouthful here and there,
but not like his usual.

Rare one for
his trough, for old Jack.

Weren't you, eh, lad? Eh?

Him and Barty both.

Barty?

You know that tup
I sold young Harold.

Oh, yes, of course.

Always together, them two.
Real mates, like.

-A tup and a donkey, eh?
-Aye.

Something that started up
after our Lizzie left home,
last back end, that were.

My missus called them
Laurel and Hardy.

Mr Lupton, when did this loss
of appetite start exactly?

Er, let's see now,
about same time that...
No, no, no...

It were right after
our Barty went.

You ever boxed him?

Ruddy 'eck, Mr Herriot,
what are you playing at?

Surprise visit, Mr Peart.

And as for you, Ben Lupton...

Hold your horses, lad.
We brought something for you.

-Oh, aye, aye. Don't think you
can soft soap me, not after...
-There we are.

HAROLD: Ruddy 'eck!

This your idea
of a joke, is it?

JAMES: No.

(BRAYING)

It just might make your tup
do his duty, you see.

Ben Lupton's mangy old donkey?

What kind of medicine is that?

Oh, it's psychological
medicine, Mr Peart.

See? They've been pining
for each other.

Simple as that.

Ah, Ewan, you got my message?

Bush telegraph, Siegfried.

Did you bring
a chloroform mask?
Mine's seen better days.

-Yes, I did.
-Good.

And if you could rustle
up a clean sheet or two.
Oh, and remind Clintock

that I'll be dossing down
in the stall.

Easier to keep an eye
on the patient.

You know, Ewan,
I am most awfully grateful.

-Siegfried!
-Henry!

You've seen Ewan Ross?

Yes, of course,
he's down there.

Things are going to be
much easier now he's here.

I'll take your word for it.

He put the fear of God into me
when he examined Gravy Train.

Muttered words like
gangrene and peritonitis.

Did he...did he? Did he?
Well, let's take things
step by step.

Would you mind giving
me a hand with my equipment?

Of course.

Good gracious me!

(SNARLING)

You're at the station now?

Oh, I see. You're
getting a taxi straight here?

I see, no, I quite understand.

I'm sure he's very anxious
to see you too, Mrs Pumphrey.

No, no, no. He's fine.
No, no trouble at all.

He and James
have been inseparable.

Isn't it about time
you put that thing on, Ewan?

No rush, Siegfried. No rush.

(SNEEZING)

(HUMMING)

Yeah, yeah.
That's a good boy.

(WHISPERING)
There you are.
Who's a good boy, yeah?

That's it.
That's it.
There, there.

Okay, Alan, take him around.

Nice and steady.

Nice and steady.

Bring him in.
Bring him in.

Eh? That's it.
There's a good boy.

Steady, steady...
Steady, steady, steady.

There, there.
That's it.

Tricki? Come on, Tricki.
(TOY SQUEAKING)

Tricki?

Tricki, come on.

Tricki, come on! Joke over.

Tricki?

-Tricki?
-He's not here, James.

-Where the hell is he?
-Well, maybe he's got out.

Well who would have...

-Mrs Alton?
-It's her afternoon off.

-What?
-Perhaps he's bedded down
somewhere in the house.

-I'll try the garden.
-Tricki?

-Tricki.
-Tricki.

Tricki!

Damn it, Ewan,
I don't know how
you stay so calm.

This coming round period
has me nervous
as a kitten.

Well, fretting about it
won't help, old chap.

We've done our best.
The next few minutes
are in the lap of the Gods.

Easy, Henry. Easy.

Now, let him do this
his own way.

Come on, old fellow.

Come on, Gravy.

(WHISPERS) Come on, boy.

Up! Up, we come. (LAUGHING)

Brilliant!

Absolutely brilliant,
both of you.

SIEGFRIED: He's not out
of the wood yet, Henry.

HENRY: You're the experts,
I know, but I know a thing
or two myself

and he's going to
be all right.
You'll see.

Ah! (LAUGHING)

-HELEN: Any luck?
-He isn't in the garden.

-Looked in the sheds?
-Darling, I have looked
everywhere!

-Who are you ringing?
-Mrs Alton's sister.
But there's no answer.

-I've looked up there.
-Well, I'm going to look
up there again!

(RATTLING CRADLE)

Yes, hello,
it's Mrs Herriot again.

Could you get me
Darrowby police station,
please?

Thank you.

-(DOORBELL RINGING)
-James?

-What?
-It's the door!

Yes, hello. Sergeant Harris?

Mrs Herriot here,
Skeldale House.

Well we wondered
if you'd found a stray dog?

Yes, a stray dog.

Yes.

She sent me to come here,
and wait.

-HELEN: It's a small,
white fluffy...
-Eh, wait. Yes.

Um, er, darling...

Yes, small, white, fluff...

Hello, Mr Hodgekin.

Darling, why don't you take
Hodgekin into the sitting room
and give him a drink?

He must be thirsty,
after his journey.

What a splendid idea!
Mr Hodgekin, come on.

(TOY SQUEAKING)

Yes, I'm sorry about
all that, Sergeant.

Well we thought
he was in the house.

Right then, Ewan,
I'll be on my way.

EWAN: Right.

That was a very
instructive experience.

Yes, we learned
from each other, Siegfried.

Indeed so.

What's this?

It's a little present
from Skeldale.

25-year-old malt whisky!

(EXHALES)

Very decent of you.

Hang on.

Good Lord alive!

Krug '49!

Mmm. Henry gave it to me.
I can't understand
why he should.

Oh, it's... It's yours, Ewan.

And jolly well-earned
it was too.

Yeah. It seems we still have
something to learn about
each other, Siegfried.

I'm not a champagne person.

-Aren't you joining me then?
-Oh, no, thanks,
a bit early for me.

Oh, well. Good luck then.

Yes. Yes, good luck to you,
Mr Hodgekin.

Aye, it's a grand dob
of whisky, is young.

-Yes, it is a nice one,
isn't it?
-Yeah.

Mr Hodgekin, what time did
Mrs Pumphrey say she'd
meet you here?

-Any time now.
-Aha!

Reminds me. Better
get the old dog sorted out.

(STAMMERING) You've got time
for some more scotch.
Haven't you? Surely?

-If you insist, Veterinary.
-I do, Mr Hodgekin.

-All right, is he?
-Sorry?

The old dog. Doing him
proud are you?

Tricki! Tricki's fine.
Fine, couldn't be better.

Aye.

-Where is he then?
-Sorry?

You heard me, Veterinary.
What have you done with him?

I... What do you mean?

I mean, I haven't
done anything with him.

He's um...
He's gone for a walk actually,

and he should be
back any minute.

(LAUGHING)

I'll believe you.

Thousands wouldn't.

(SCOFFS) What do you mean?

You know well
what I mean, Veterinary.

Wife on phone, telling police
about a missing white dog,

you doing your best
to keep me in here.

Well, you've lost him,
haven't you, Veterinary?

-No, no.
-Of course,
it's as plain as daylight.

Of course I haven't,
Mr Hodgekin.

What an idea.

I don't mind.
It's time that Tricki-Woo
had his come-uppance.

Mind you one thing, what are
you going to tell her when she
comes to take him home, eh?

What are you gonna tell her?
That'll be something to hear,
Veterinary! (LAUGHING)

That'll be something to hear.

-(DOOR OPENING)
-HELEN: Yes, thank you
very much, Sergeant.

Bye-bye.

Darling, he knows
about Tricki.

-How?
-He heard you
on the telephone.

-Any luck?
-No. No strays at all.

-Did you try
Mrs Alton's sister again?
-Yes. Still, no answer.

Where the hell she could be?
WI?

Uh, no. Saturdays.

She wouldn't have gone
shopping in Madderton,
would she?

Well, no. Not on a Tuesday.

Of course! She and her sister
polish the brass
Tuesday afternoon.

-She's got to be
in the church.
-(DOORBELL RINGING)

-It's Mrs Pumphrey!
-You'll have to
speak to her.

-No, darling,
you speak to her.
-Me?

Yes, tell her I...
Tell her I've taken him for a
walk. Tell her anything.

-If you think I was...
-I have to go to the church

-All right, but hurry back,
James Herriot!
-(DOORBELL RINGING)

Go on!

-Mrs Pumphrey.
-Mrs Herriot.

How lovely to see you.

(SPEAKING FRENCH)

Oh, what a tedious journey.
Endless!

HELEN: No, no, he's
in the sitting room.

But my goodness, how wonderful
it is to be back.

HODGEKIN:
# There's a long, long trail
a-winding

# Into the land of my dreams

# Where the nightingale
is sing... #

Hodgekin!

Ma'am.
(HICCUPS)

Oh!

(LAUGHING)

MRS PUMPHREY:
Stop waving that bottle.

(HODGEKIN LAUGHING)

MRS PUMPHREY: Yes, it's empty,
Mr Hodgekin. Shall I take it?

(DOOR CREAKING)

MRS PUMPHREY: My man,
you are totally drunk.

MRS PUMPHREY: Tricki,
my darling, oh, how wonderful.
I've missed you.

Hi, James.

Where did you find him?

-Who?
-Tricki.

Oh, he's been with me.

I thought it was time
I acted as kennel-maid
for the afternoon.

-(HUMMING)
-Sorry.

(GLASS SMASHING)
HELEN: It's really not
valuable.

# There's a long
long trail a'winding

# Into the land
of my dreams...

-Easy! Careful!
-(LAUGHING)

(SLURRING)
# Where the nightingales
are...

(JAMES AND SIEGFRIED LAUGHING)

-Put the sot into the car.
-# There's a long
long trail a'winding

-Right, Mrs Pumphrey.
-Yes.

# Into the land of my dreams

# Where the nightingale... #

Come on, Mr Hodgekin. Come on.

(LAUGHING)

-Come on.
-It's not very far.

(HODGEKIN MUMBLING)

SIEGFRIED: I'll get the door.

JAMES: Well done. Siegfried?
SIEGFRIED: All right.

# There's a long
long trail a'winding #

SIEGFRIED: Here we go.

There's a basket for you.

Are you sure you wouldn't like
me to drive, Mrs Pumphrey?

Thank you, Mr Herriot.
I'm perfectly capable
of driving.

Yes, of course.

-My coat.
-You in?

Well, then. Au revoir.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Bye, Mrs Pumphrey.

(HONKING HORN)

I think it's time we
opened our presents,
James, don't you?

I need a drink.

Unfortunately, Hodgekin has
demolished our whisky.

Oh, don't worry about
that, James. What do you say
to a Krug '49?

For that,
I will stretch a point.

(CHUCKLES)