All language subtitles for All Creatures Great and Small s06e04 Jenny Wren.eng

Middling. Don't you?

Clap bottom if you've got it.

What the hell do you think you're doing?

Helping. No, you're not.

You can't.

I thought you wanted help with the wall.
Aye.

Not with the putting.

Sorting's all you're good for.

Sorting? Big, small, middling, funny
shaped ones.

You start off sorting.

Then picking.

After three or four years, you get to
the putting.

Aye, then you get to the putting. Three
or four years?

Listen, farming's a way of life.

It's in us bones.

You've got to live it to know it. These
two have lived it. It's in us bones.

Is that my voice you was meant to be
doing, then? Your cheeky soul, so?

Come on, you've been promoted to
picking.

Oi, how are we picking?

Have you been to the stable to check on
Joan and the little inn?

That's exactly where I'm off to next.

Good luck, Jane.

I think I can manage to pick up a few
rocks.

Stones.

They're not rocks you're picking up.
They're stones.

Stones. Make sure you give her plenty
of... Plenty of hair. I know.

Rounded middling.

Right.

Rounded.

Here we go.

This one looks about right.

Perfect.

Are you kidding me?

Come on, Rosie. Shall we take the bee?
We can see the pony.

Come on, Jimmy, lad.

Let's go.

That's all that, Dad.

Aye, I've got neighbours to think of.

They're bloody laughing stock.

Morning, Ali.

Ta.

Isn't she adorable?

She's getting cheeky.

Maybe that's what we should call her.

I still think we should call her Coco.

Coco and Candyfolk will think we're
running a blooming sweet shop.

Ah, Candy, her grandmother.

Still can't believe it.

It's all downhill from now on, lass.

This came for you.

It's from nursing college.

He got in.

I got in.

She got in!

Thank you, Mrs. Gore.

Very good.

Mr. Farnham, I have a little request.

To who?

Yes. I'd like to request a leave to go
to Edwards.

Mary's first birthday's coming up.

Weekend after next.

I see.

Will that be all right?

Yes, of course.

I'll be sure to make you a couple of
pies.

Hopefully that will see you through.

I cooked perfectly well before when you
weren't here. I won't need your pies.

Mrs H, I'm in dire straits.

I'm going riding with Charlotte later.

I've fit down my breeches and, well,
look.

Possibly not the beautiful Yorkshire
view she had in Manor.

Would you like me to put a stitch in
them? That's possible.

Go for it. Thank you.

Also, do either of you have the foggiest
idea about playing croquet? I believe

when one plays on horseback, it's known
as polo. No, it's for tomorrow, the

general's croquet lunch.

Well, you'll excel at half of that.

I'd like him to think I'm not a complete
Neanderthal.

I'll see what I can think of. You're a
wonder.

Have me moment.

And this man fought a war.

Won a war.

James, cutting it at middle time this
morning, don't you think? But you're

finishing your breakfast.

To be early is to be on time. To be on
time is to be late.

Cup of tea.

Please. Out of the question. Our work
appointments call.

Onwards to work we go.

Mrs Stokes and Hilda?

Here.

Where's the goat?

Oh, she's lame.

And you came all the way here to tell me
that without her?

It's not quite as simple as that, Mr.
Farnham.

Oh, what's on there?

If you want me to look at her, you'll
have to help me catch her. All right,

are.

Come here.

Come here at once.

Oh, heaven.

Lame? That's not lame.

I could have sworn I saw her this
morning with a dodgy leg.

James? Tristan?

Mr Farnham?

Mrs York, this is not a laughing matter.
I need James and Tristan to come out

and help me here pronto.

And so is his hospital, London.

Sounds right posh, that, doesn't it?
It's where Florence Nightingale set up

first training school for nurses.

Do you hear that, Dad?

Aye.

Florence Nightingale?

Ain't that something, eh?

Oh, aye.

Ignore him.

But we don't even know who Florence
Nightingale is.

Oh, of course everybody do.

It says here the registration date.

It's in three weeks' time.

Three weeks?

I could call up and see if I can defer.

Oh, you can't do that?

No. I haven't got a telephone.

But you don't want to lose a place, Dad.

Well, if it's leaving you in the lurch,
I could ask.

Maybe they'll keep my spot until next
year.

No, there's no telling they'll be
willing to do that. No, it's all right.

There's no need to fret, because there's
plenty of time to get you sorted. Here,

pass me that pad and pen.

What for?

A list.

We'll write everything down and we'll
cross it off as we go. That way we'll be

sure not to miss anything.

Get off.

Get off.

Mrs Phelps, there is no sign of lameness
in this goat.

Are you sure, Mr Farmer? Having finally
concluded my examination, and bearing in

mind her antics in the square, I'm quite
sure.

Eh, well, I'm sorry to have wasted your
time.

No time wasted.

We're not a charity. See Mrs Hall about
my consultation fee.

Mm, come on.

Thank you all for coming.

To my little sister.

Off to save lives in the big city.

We'll miss you.

And London, you're very lucky to have
her.

Yeah, congratulations, Jenny.

Oh, well, they're not to thank you for
it, mind.

You know what they're like down there.

Miserable so -and -sos.

Oh, like home for well, then.

Have you ever been to London, Richard?
No.

Won't want to, either.

Especially now it's been bombed out.
Thanks for that, Dad.

Jenny'll be all right. She'll make
friends in no time.

That was certainly my experience with
basic training.

Camaraderie with the lads, going out to
the dance halls. There'll be no dance

halls. There was a little place called
the Blue Lagoon I used to frequent in my

younger days.

Would you mind?

Mixed clientele, but something for
everyone if you catch my drift. There'll

no catching of any drifts.

Dad, I've been to dances before.

Not London dances, you haven't? Come on,
Richard, you can't keep her locked up

forever. I'll look forward to seeing you
with your roses leaving home.

Jenny's not leaving home.

What?

Well, you're not, are you?

You're going to nursing college and then
you're coming back.

If I haven't given it much thought.

Yes, you see, the fledgling spreads its
wings and flies the nest and all you can

do is hope it doesn't get plucked out of
the air by some passing eagle.

Or worse, come back like my brother. Ow!

You've done a lovely job with this care,
Callum.

Oh, thank you.

When are you going to see little Mary?

Wake on Sunday.

Oh, but you can't wait.

I can't.

I'm really looking forward to seeing her
till they've changed so much.

This cake is nice. How long are you
going for?

None. Till the birthday cake runs out, I
should imagine.

What will you do without a Siegfried?

Carry on.

As I always have.

I'm very impressed with your riding.

You say that like I wasn't clinging on
for dear life the entire time.

Still coming to lunch tomorrow, aren't
you? Absolutely.

Love a croquet lunch.

As long as you're no Aunt Emma.

What? Is she hopeless?

It's what you call a dull player.

Yeah, of course. Of course.

No, no one's ever called me Aunt Emma.

I rather thought not.

So, does General Beauvoir know I'm
coming as your, um...

Your paramour.

Oh, is that what you are? Yes.

Although I'm not entirely sure what one
is, actually.

I don't need my father to approve of my
choice of paramour.

It's been tried.

Not with a vet, I suspect.

Why don't you spend some time with your
wife in the stable? She'll be fine.

Wait till he gets an eyeful of me
whacking the balls through the posts.

Hoot.

Precisely.

So, Jenny, is there much preparatory
reading?

They sent a lift of books.

I mean, Stefan could lend you some of
his books.

What happens?

Human anatomy is a bit different.

Aye.

Where will you be staying?

I'll find out when I get there.

What? Oh, you'll just knock on London's
door and say, Hello, I'm Jenny Alderson.

Can I keep here for the night? I'm sure
Jenny's thought about that.

Oh, aye. Sounds like it. They sought the
accommodation.

At least I think they do.

It'll be fine.

Stop mithering and eat some more cake.

I'm worried about you. You don't need to
be.

Someone should go and check up on the
office.

Excuse me.

She's no idea what she's getting into.

Do you imagine they'll just roll out the
red carpet for her like she's... Dick

Blooming Whittington. Hello.

I said to make a list. Have a look at
the state of that.

Wellies, socks.

Seem sensible so far.

Yeah, we're helping her to start with.
Keep reading.

Knickers times three.

Helen, I'm not sure she'd be reading
this. Three?

Three pairs?

Don't know what she thinks she'll be
wearing the other four days of the week.

Maybe she plans on turning them inside
out.

Don't.

Sorry.

Helen, you'll work it out.

Are you all right?

It's not me we need to be worried about.

It's her.

She's not ready.

Not one bit of it.

What are you doing?

Thanks for the omelette. Good use of
stale bread.

I was about to ask Mrs. Hall for some
proper lunch before I go out.

A man cannot survive on cucumber
sandwiches alone. Mrs. Hall is outside,

learning the rules of croquet for your
benefit.

Not really.

You don't need to bother her every time
you want anything. She's not at our beck

and call.

We could all just share the load a
little more. As long as you don't expect

to eat that.

How do you like your eggs, sir?

Incinerated. I'm quite capable of
preparing a meal.

I was in the army. They used to teach
you to look after yourself once upon a

time. It's burning.

Now it's burning because you distracted
me.

You sure you don't want me to ask Mrs.
Hall?

I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Mrs.

Hall?

Let's give this croquet business a quick
go, shall we?

I got you this from the library, now.

I wanna... Have a will.

What?

Already? You've packed everything?

All done.

I did the list like you said.

You can check it.

Everything's crossed off.

I didn't want you worrying.

Thank you.

Writing it all down really helped.

That's what I'm here for. The only thing
was the towel.

I wasn't sure which to take.

Oh, I'll sort that out.

Have you been down the stable?

Er, no, not yet.

Well, I'd better go then.

What? You went to swing the ball and you
tapped it.

Well, I didn't mean to.

It doesn't matter whether you meant to
or not. It says here that's a strike.

I was only getting into position.

Rules are rules.

How many people are you expecting at
this do then?

I'm not sure.

With any luck, I'll just fade into the
background.

Really?

That's the plan.

Head down and try and make it out of
there with my dignity intact.

Well, they're no better than you.

Much as this practice has helped, Mrs H,
I can assure you they are a lot better

than me.

I'm saying they might have a big house
and servants and the like, but they're

not better people.

Yeah, I know that.

What was that?

Tristan? Sorry, Mr Farner, we were a bit
carried away with this clock here

practice. Oh, well, not to worry. These
things happen.

Shall I clear that up for you?

No, no, I'll do it. No, there's no
trouble.

I'll go and get the dustpan and brush.

Come on, it's not right.

What do you mean?

Pretty hardly batted an eyelid.

Enjoy it while it lasts, I say.

Have another go. Go.

Yes! What did I tell you?

You just have to be your charming self.

Jenny's almost ready, I see.

What about you?

What about me?

Now, sometimes our greater qualities can
be our greater challenges.

Go on.

It's natural you don't want to lose her.

You've been a mum to Jenny for most of
her life. It'll be a big wrench.

When I left home, my mum wasn't at all
pleased.

You're not about to compare me to your
mother?

It was hard for her, though.

It was hard for me, too.

I want Jenny to go, but only if she's
ready.

No -one's ever ready, are they?

I wasn't.

But it led to the great adventure of my
life. I met you.

It were my mums. Her mums before that
and her mums before that.

Each patch represents a different moment
in our life.

What's this one?

Mum and Dad's wedding.

My grandma sewed that one on.

Aw.

And then me mum did the last one for our
Jenny Wren.

There.

Aw.

James, I'll leave you in the stable.

Hurry up, lad.

That was Mrs Stokes on the telephone.

Her elder's still lame. She wants you to
go and have a look at her.

She really did seem quite insistent. Of
course.

Right, well, I'll get on with the lunch.

Oh, no need. I've eaten.

You've eaten? Yes. What have you eaten?

Sardines. Wait, you don't want to cook
lunch?

No, I don't want to trouble you.

Mr. Farnham, is everything all right?

Yes.

You sure?

Without question.

Right you are.

Oh, Tris, you look very smart.

When are you going to this croquet
luncheon? Soon.

Well, be sure to take the Beauvoir's
bill with you.

Sorry? For treating Charlotte's horse.

You want me to go there with a bill?
He's got it. No, I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

I'm their guest.

If you must fraternise with the
clientele, let it not be at the expense

business.

Then you're the model of
professionalism, I suppose.

I take it you won't want lunch either,
if you're off out?

Au contraire, Mrs Hall. I need to keep
up my strength for today.

Good.

Glad someone still needs me services.

Is it something serious?

She does feel a bit warm.

Is it pneumonia?

Lungs sound fine, so it's not pneumonia.

Good girl.

Her udder is hot and swollen.

It could be because the foal stopped
feeding, so it could be mastitis.

You need to draw the udder to check.

Aye. There are clots.

She has mastitis.

We need to strip out the milk.

Fetch me some warm water, please.

Aye. She's been in a lot of pain, won't
she?

I'm afraid so. Oh, poor love.

We should have caught that sooner,
shouldn't we?

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Derek.

Well, I could get used to this chauffeur
business.

Only problem, he wouldn't stop at the
drovers. He was under strict

Look at you.

How did you defeat the Nazis with
dashing good looks?

Do you think the same will work on your
father?

Any strategy that works is fine.

How about running fast in the opposite
direction?

Not that one.

Captain Farman.

Somewhat overdressed for the stables,
aren't you?

He's not here to see Filtbrick.

You know very well that Tristan is my
guest.

Lord Neville Gladwin owns everything
from Rook Hill down to the river.

Captain Tristan Farman.

That.

That is it.

Spend a lot of time with your armour for
Cal's backside, I shouldn't wonder.

Remind me not to shake hands with you.

I must say, I'm looking forward to
playing some croquet.

Don't worry. I'm no Aunt Edna.

Emma.

Croaky. I hardly think so. Not with
these grand conditions.

Not to worry.

It gives you boys a chance to get to
know one another better.

Mrs. Stoke?

Hello?

Hello?

Oh, God.

This way, Mr. Barnum.

Thank you.

How's she doing now, then?

She's doing well, but she'll be tender.

A pituitary injection will help let the
milk go down.

She'd be easier to strip out.

The foal will get weak if she don't
feed.

It just says she'll be tender. It's not
fair.

Well, technically... You can't force the
foal on her.

It's hard work being a mammon to a girl.

But you've got to try.

Even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

I think we might be getting somewhere.
What happened?

Oh, nothing, love. Just a bit to do with
the piping, that's all.

James is helping her out.

Let's get the fall on the other teat.

It won't be as painful.

All right, go on.

All right, go.

Come on, that's it.

That's it.

Come on, go.

Come on.

That's it.

That's it.

Easy.

Easy. Can I try?

It's all right.

She's your little girl, don't you see?

You don't want her going hungry and
being sad, do you?

You want her big and strong.

You take care of it.

You've got to let her go.

I know.

You know we do.

I suppose we may slowly see things
return to normality now.

God knows we've had to make do on men
long enough.

My great hope is that we get the opera
back.

Losing the Royal Opera House during
wartime was an absolute tragedy.

I think most Londoners needed a dance
hall more than they needed some warbling

Italians, Daddy.

One of the great institutions of our
nation, the ROH.

Absolutely.

I mean, what have we been fighting for,
if not, um... a handle?

A German.

Out for billiards, General.

Why don't you give Tristan a game? No,
no.

No, no. Neville's been waiting a while.
No, nonsense.

Be my guest.

Show us what you're made of.

Set them up.

Where's the rest of the balls? You don't
have the first idea how to play, do

you? He already thinks I'm a peasant.

I have no intention of confirming it
beyond all doubt.

There's three balls.

Two white cue balls.

One with a black spot on it. The red
goes on that spot.

Right.

Give them a good pasting, shall we?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Stokes. I've done some
unusual things in my time as a vet. But

ten more minutes, please.

If I stay in this position a moment
longer, I'll never get up again.

Look, there's me.

She will carry my throat, my feet.

So she is.

Shake a leg. We shall be here all day.

But that points to you.

How much of the General's whiskey have
you had, Father?

So, I imagine you never had much choice
other than to go into the family

business?

No, I enjoy spending time with wild,
untamed creatures, but it's not just

my brother. I like the animals, too.

Oh, bad luck.

I suppose it's about what you're born
to, isn't it?

Money's not the be -all and end -all,
Father. All I'm saying is it takes a

certain disposition.

Great shot.

Red's gone down twice from the spot,
goes to the middle.

Anyone would think you didn't know the
game.

Well, I've played plenty of bar
billiards, but no one seems to have made

deliberately baffling.

Well, why on earth didn't you say so, ma
'am?

I'm sorry, General.

I don't know much about croquet or opera
or where the Red Bull's supposed to go.

But I do know a lot about sticking my
hand up a cow's backside.

The fee, sir, for saving Charlotte's
horse.

I've been looking for you.

I've just been here.

Well, in this little lady better.

She looks brighter than before.

Hmm.

Here's hoping.

Helen.

Yes?

I can't do it.

I can't go.

Jenny, I'm not a nurse.

I'm not a city girl. This is my home.

I can't leave.

Well? I don't believe it.

You don't believe what?

Poor Hilda has Shelley Hoof.

Shelley what?

Hoof.

The horn has started to come away from
the hoof. It's formed a cavity which is

filled with soil and dung.

Why?

Mrs Stokes, I apologise.

Oh, that's all well and good, Mr Farner,
but I reckon it's not me you should be

apologising to.

Hilda?

I'm sorry for not seeing this sooner.

Do you accept it as an apology, Hilda,
love?

Well, to be fair, I'm Mr Farner, and it
was you playing silly beggars,

pretending everything was all right,
when it clearly wasn't.

Can't quarrel with that.

Prancing around like a rat, silly old
goat.

She doesn't accept your apology.

It's only good.

Goats sometimes behave like this, Mrs
Stokes. Pretending they're not hurt in

order to protect themselves.

Aye, that's right.

Well, in my book, that's the ruddest
only thing to do.

If they taught you well, life is sturdy.

No gaps.

Still be stood long after I've gone
there.

You'd James to thank for that.

James did that?

Picking and putting.

Jenny says she's not going now.

Because of me?

Because she's scared.

She's looking for a reason not to.

When your mother passed, I just buried
my head in sand.

Left you to bring up your sister, doing
what I couldn't.

I put far too much on your young
shoulders. Far too much.

They felt like Jenny was a burden.

She wasn't.

Far from it.

She was the reason I got up every
morning.

The reason I were able to live again.

You had plans and dreams of your own,
though, didn't you?

It's not what you wanted.

And look at what I got instead, eh?

James.

Children. I grew up closer to Jenny than
any sister could have.

Aye. But still, I appreciate it.

And James definitely did this wall, did
he?

Do you want to do the rest of them?

Wrong bloody job.

All right, Jenny, then.

Oh, these do look better.

You haven't called me that in years.

No.

I like it.

Reminds me of... You can say it.

Mum.

That's what she always used to call me.

You know what she'd say?

Be brave, my Jenny Wren.

That she would.

You can leave this place, but it'll
always run through your veins.

But I'd miss you all.

So much.

Yes, but you don't have to worry about
this place, or Dad, or the children.

And as for being worried about London,
well, I think London's the one that

should be worried.

I don't know anything about it.

I don't know where anything is. I don't
know anyone.

It's what adventures are for, isn't it?

Discovering all them things.

You never got your adventure.

I know you're not my mum.

Not really.

But you are.

You are.

What else are wrens meant to do, eh? But
flourish and fly.

What about Dad?

He's leave for you.

Deep down, where it matters. Very deep
down.

I know he is.

They came up with a name for her.

Florence.

After Florence Nightingale.

It's perfect.

Took us long enough.

You certainly made an impression.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I thought I could swing
this. I belong in the stables, not in

there. You belong right here with me.

I made a fool of myself.

You did.

It was wonderful.

I do know about putting my hand up a
cow's backside.

Perhaps not my finest repartee.

I think we had a lucky escape.

Imagine the damage you could have done
with a croquet mallet. I practiced.

You didn't. I bloody practiced.

I was ready to lie convincingly about
croquet.

Okay, Aunt Edna.

Captain Farnham.

Sir, I have your fee.

Thank you.

I'm just waiting for the car to come
round.

Oh, I don't want you to misunderstand
me, Farnham.

Captain, there's no one I'd trust more
with my horses.

He trusts you with his horses.

Praise indeed.

I lost her once before. I'm sure she
told you. To the Auxiliary Territorial

Service in Italy. I wasn't lost.

You could have been.

I wanted the world for her once.

Now, I just want her home.

And I want her happy.

I like seeing her happy.

Next time, you teach me bar billiards.

That's it. Play nicely, Jimmy.

Well?

Still in me patch.

Oh, it's lovely.

It's Candy, Joan and the foal.

Not sure it's as good as me mum's, to be
honest.

They're two beautiful girls.

Are you saying things? Where am I?

It's just a wren.

You're the son.

Oh, hey, Hope.

What have you got there?

For the children?

What matters, I'll have them now.

No point in me hanging on to them.

Isn't that kind?

Excuse me, what did you say to your
Auntie Jenny?

Ta.

You're very welcome.

Now, for both of you, though, to share.

Here you are, Rosie.

Oh, thank you.

Rosie's going to love those.

I've got something for you and all.

Eh?

Don't know if we can quite call it a
present.

More a question?

Right.

How about you come with me?

To London?

What? Just to settle me in?

You don't need me. I want you to come.

It can be our adventure together.

It's all right by me, look.

He suggested it to me.

London, eh?

For a few weeks.

What did you say?

I told her I couldn't go.

I'm leaving you on your own with the
children.

You should go.

I mean it.

It'd be good for you both.

I look after myself well enough. Don't
you worry about that.

And the children?

One each.

Jimmy.

Rosie.

Just promise me one thing.

Aye? On this wee trip, you're not going
to fall in love with some handsome

London hero soldier and run away with
him, are you?

I hadn't thought about that.

But now you mention it. No, stop it!
Stop it!

Stop it. I'm kidding.

I'm kidding.

Oh, all right. All right.

Probably they won't come running off
with anyone.

What's all this?

I'm sewing dresses for our Mary and
little Rosie. Oh, lovely.

I'm trying to... I've been trying to
thread this needle so long my eyes have

gone funny. Give it to me.

You're either worse than mine.

I see what it is.

You're afraid.

Oh, my head. Sit here, please.

I've just been dealing with Hilda, a
rather curious case.

The goat?

Yes, it seems that she's reluctant...
Thank you.

Hilda has Shelley Hoof.

It's a very painful condition.

But she's reluctant to show it.

Doesn't want to upset her keeper.

So she keeps it in, which only makes the
condition worse.

Oh, nearly.

Next time.

Here's hoping.

And I sometimes think that's a

coping mechanism not entirely alien to
the human condition.

I think.

Do you? A little bit.

Not really.

Hilda has Shelley Hoof. Right.

It can be very painful.

Very painful indeed.

Mr. Fannin, are you reluctant to admit
you've been feeling a little bit afraid?

When you go to Edwards, are you coming
back?

Because I'd rather just know.

I'll only be gone for a few days.

Right. Good, then.

What am I doing here now?

I've been with you this whole... I can't
see a bloody thing.

Over to you.

Me?

You're an Alderson girl, aren't you?

Time to know your little patch of the
world.

What?

It's just... I don't quite know what
that is yet.

There's no rush.

I'll save it for when you're ready.

Hang on.

Let me know if you need help. Will do.

What's this?

Telephone. Dad?

Billy. I thought you said they were
witchcraft.

You can go up in that fish face.

I just... I can't believe it.

Believe it?

Thank you.

Thank you. This is going to make my life
so much easier. Not just for you.

For our Jenny here.

So she can telephone me from back there,
London, every Sunday night without

fail. Of course she did.

Of course.

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