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Come on, in the middle. Come on, that's it.

- (man starts to speak) - (James) Shush, shush.

- Steady! - Shush, shush, shush.

All right.

Right. Got it.

Can you help me hold on, please? Come on.

- Whoa, whoa, whoa. - (bleating)

That's it. Good, good, good. All right, now, shush, shush, shush.

Shush, shush, shush, shush.

Hold onto her, would you? OK, now let's see.

She was moving around in circles rather, wasn't she? Bit dopey.

So we might just suspect gid.

Might we not?

Well, in which case…

(shouts) ln which case, we should be able to find…

Oh, yes. Yes.

Definitely some softening there.

It's gid, sure enough.

- I was right. - Mm.

Well, lucky I spotted that, wasn't it?

- Hello, Siegfried. - (grunts)

- Did you order that penicillin? - What's that, James?

- Pen. - (shouts) Oh, yes, that's all in hand. Yes.

We get through it so fast these days, don't we?

- Hamsters. - I beg your pardon?

This passion for hamsters among the young.

It's quite inexplicable to me, James. They're such dull little beasts.

What? The children? (chuckles)

- The hamsters, James. - Sorry.

I have a theory that the animal itself is immaterial,

it's the notion of ownership that is all.

Besides, to a vet, hamsters are not a challenge, are they, James?

- How was your morning? - I performed a miracle cure.

- A sheep with gid. - Oh, splendid, splendid.

Gasps of amazement from the farmer, a modest smile, and away.

- Well, no. It was on Lord Halthon's estate. - Oh, was it?

Now, where on earth's my list of calls?

- You rarely see the farmer himself. - Yes.

Who you do see more often than not are Charlie, Hughie and Bert.

Salt of the earth, Charlie.

Where would I have put it if I wanted to lay my hands on it at a moment's notice?

Curiously dispiriting - every case I've ever done there has gone like a breeze,

but I get no reaction at all.

Ah! ln the day book. Of course.

They don't smile. They certainly don't talk.

It's as if I wasn't there at all.

And I've got to go back there tomorrow as well. Well, unless Calum could…

Ah.

Be a dreadfully long way for him to come, James.

Who on earth's this?

- Chalmers. - How'd you make that out?

- I can read your handwriting. - I'll take your word for it.

Would you like to go to Lord Halthon's tomorrow and castrate some pigs?

No.

James, you simply must conquer this diffidence of yours.

The trick is to be as confident with human beings as you are with animals.

They respond just as animals do to a firm yet gentle manner. The Nelson Touch.

Authoritative yet kindly.

How we treat humans is just as important as how we treat our animal patients.

- I can't stress that often enough. - Mm.

- How long have you been back here? - A couple of minutes.

The place looks like a white-elephant stall after a thunderstorm

and you haven't got Calum to blame it on.

You really should take a leaf out of my book, James.

Order in all things, and everything in its proper place.

- Siegfried… - Well, don't you worry about it now.

Goodbye!

- How are you, Mr Blackwood? - Fair to middling. Yourself, Mr Farnon?

Well, thank you. Pretty well. It's your little bitch, is it?

Aye. Proper poorly, the lass is.

Not bearing up at all well since whelping.

- I see. Is she inside? - Aye.

This way.

Thank you.

Oh, Mr Farnon. You're that quick. We are grateful, we are truly.

Yours to command, Mrs Blackwood.

It's our Nell. She… Well, you can see how it is with her.

(Siegfried) Uh-huh. And this started…?

It came on this morning.

I'm that worried. She's like a child to us.

Aye, well…

I'll be in t'yard.

There's not much wrong with these little devils.

Thank the good Lord for that.

- (Siegfried) Quite a litter. - Aye. Six.

Do you know, I think she's got eclampsia.

Oh?

You see,

she's been giving too much of her own supply of calcium in the milk,

feeding the pups.

So what I'm going to do is top her up a bit,

and then I think you'll be surprised at the speed with which she recovers.

Take hold of her leg just there between your finger and thumb.

Now you can relax.

It's vital that she does no more nursing,

or the condition could reappear - with fatal consequences.

Oh.

Now then, in just a moment we should see quite an improvement.

There.

What are your plans, Mrs Blackwood, for the pups eventually?

Well, if she can't feed them…

Yes, I quite understand.

I tell you what. Since I'm here, why don't I do it for you?

No extra charge.

- We will keep one. - Yes, I see.

I'll find time to give him nourishment from a bottle.

That's the very thing.

I want him to choose.

He's that fond of 'em all.

(pig squeals)

Well… making good time, Charlie.

- Could set a record, eh? - Aye.

Right, let's have the next one.

Thank you.

There we are.

I'll ask you to be a bit careful with that knife, Veterinary.

- It's t'pigs you're here to see to, not me. - Sorry?

Oh, I see! Yes, of course, Charlie. Sorry.

Right, well, we'll try and do this one without actually…

Ow!

Oh, t'veterinary's cut hissen.

Go and get t'first aid down, Hughie.

Sorry about this, chaps.

That'll teach me to enjoy myself when I'm working.

Oh! First aid. Shows great foresight, Charlie.

Nay.

This one here.

I tell you, Mr Farnon,

I've seen sights at t'knacker's yard that'd make your hair stand on end.

But…

It's a completely painless business, you know.

Just a simple injection.

Yes.

- Where's them scissors? - Hughie's got 'em.

Hold it taut, Charlie.

Ohh! Tha's got neat fingers, Bert.

Now then, make it tight.

Aye, she'll do.

Invisible mending.

I only hope I can get this in the car.

You've a few more pigs to see to yet, Veterinary.

If you're fit.

Success, I think, Mrs Blackwood.

It's just like she's been asleep.

Poor old Nell.

Would you like me to leave this with you?

Oh.

Yes.

Right you are. I'll be on my way.

Goodbye, Mr Blackwood.

- Good to see you. - Aye. Goodbye, Mr Farnon.

- I'll see you out, then. - Right. Thank you.

How long would you say, Mr Farnon? Before Nell's herself again?

Oh, no time at all. I'll look round in a day or so.

- That's good of you. - Tell me, how's Mr Blackwood?

Working every hour that God sends, I daresay?

Well, I… I don't think he's feeling quite himself, Mr Farnon.

Oh, dear. I'm sorry.

Aye. Well.

He's said nowt.

We all have our ups and downs, don't we?

Absolutely.

No need for you to wait, Mrs Blackwood. I'll see myself out.

Goodbye, then. And you'll be round soon?

I will indeed.

- Evening. - Evening.

- We know each other, don't we? - I would not go so far as to say that, but…

No, no, no. Don't tell me. I'll have it in a second.

You're…

you're a farmer - of course - with a name that's something to do with beer.

Beer is an abomination.

Oh, I don't know. It's all right if it's well-kept.

I've got it. Hopps.

Course! You're Mr Hopps!

And you're a neighbour of the Blackwoods, isn't that right?

Are you a naturalist, Mr Hopps?

I think I spotted you a moment ago looking through those.

(grunts) I was merely surveying the Lord's wondrous handiwork in his great garden.

The birds that fly, the fish that swim.

May I?

Fish?

(sounds horn)

- Are you the vet? - Yes.

Oh, thank God. We're on the way to Manchester.

I went to your surgery. Your wife said you were out here. Please help.

- What's the trouble? - It's our dog, in the car.

Got a ball lodged in his gullet. I think he might be dead.

I think it's too late.

Hello. Excuse me.

Come on.

All right. All right.

All right.

- It's a ball, you say? - Yes, I just couldn't shift it.

I've had my fingers in his mouth, but I can't move it.

Yes, it's jammed in the fangs like a cork.

(grunts)

It's no good.

Good grief.

He's gone, though, hasn't he?

Well, his heart's still beating.

(blows)

(James, whispering) All right, all right.

Come on. Come on.

- (Siegfried) Darrowby 385. - Hello, love.

I'm a man on sulphanilamides. Oh.

- Busy surgery? - Not incredibly, no.

He's a lucky devil. Always gets the quiet ones.

So are you today. Look what came. I know I shouldn't have, but I couldn't resist.

- It's from the pools people. - Mm.

Two pounds! I have won the pools!

- Shall we buy a racehorse? - We could make a down payment.

- I have won before. - Really?

Before I met you. Three bob. That was when three bob was worth something.

- You could buy a three-course meal… - Please.

Sorry, sorry.

- James. - Helen tell you what I got this morning?

Yes, and I can tell you what you've got now - a drive out to the Halthon estate.

Charlie phoned. There's an emergency. They've got a bullock with a cut leg.

Why don't you go? You talked to them.

Cos I've had an absolutely hectic morning. You know what my surgeries are like.

I would have gone, actually,

only the fact that you're here presents a golden opportunity

for you to improve your technique for dealing with mankind.

Remember, be cheerful, efficient, and above all yourself.

Why don't you go and be cheerful, efficient, and above all yourself?

Cos, James, I am rather busy.

Of course. I would hate to interrupt your reading.

James! I would have thought you would be the first to appreciate

the value of research into our fellow human beings.

After all, unless we can claim to understand them

as well as we understand our animal patients, we shall never achieve it, James.

- Achieve what? - Oh, James!

Yes, all right. I know, I know. The Nelson Touch.

Ah!

Good as new, eh, Charlie?

Aye, he'll do.

Well, though I say it myself, it was a job well done.

- Now, then. It's long gone dinnertime. - What?

- We're waiting on t'veterinary. - Oh. Yes, sorry.

Where's my jacket?

Thanks, Hughie.

Oh. My pools winnings. Thanks.

- Wait. - Hm?

Could we have a look at that, Mr Herriot?

Erm, yes. Yes, all right.

By gaw', would you look at that.

Two pound dead on. Would tha credit it?

- First time I've ever seen a winner. - We've never done nowt on them things!

By 'eck, tha's right there.

Will you look at it.

By gum. That's summat, that is.

- Do you often win, Mr Herriot? - Oh…

Yes. Regularly.

- Mr Herriot. - Mm?

We do three draws every week with a shilling up each. We've never had a touch.

Oh.

Would…

Would you mark our coupon for us?

Yes. Yes, all right.

Hughie.

Make a back.

- Just there. - Right.

Oh, sorry. Night.

- Mr Herriot. - Hello, Sammy.

- Yes, James? - Er, just a half, please, Ted.

A half.

- There we are. - Lovely.

- Thank you. - Cheers, Ted.

Cheers.

Yeah, I must say I found their neighbour a bit queer - Mr Hopps.

Is that right? Hopps lives next to the Blackwoods?

- Yes, he does. - My experience of the man was brief.

He came to me as a patient, suffering from migraine, I think it was.

But, er, when he found I was an agnostic, he was off like a shot.

I haven't seen him since.

He would. There's something of the ascetic about Hopps, I fancy.

- Dr Allinson. - Evening, James.

- Do you mind if I join you? - No. We've concluded our business.

- Business? - So, er, tomorrow, Harry?

Tomorrow, yes, Siegfried. Another?

Oh, that's kind of you.

- Siegfried… - You won't believe this.

Calum's at last put pen to paper.

- They're deliriously happy. - Oh.

Why, Mr Farnon.

- Oh, I'm very sorry. - Oh? Why's that?

Nell's in the pink. There was no need for you to come all this way.

Oh, I should've telephoned, I suppose, but…

- As a matter of fact… - That's Dr Allinson's car!

Yes, it is. That's right.

- Tom. - Mm?

- What's to-do? - It's Mr Farnon, Tom.

Oh, aye. What's he here for?

There's been some concern expressed about your condition, Mr Blackwood.

My condition, is it? What am l, then? An animal?

(Siegfried) Of course not!

Dr Allinson would be very glad to examine you, if you'll allow him.

I'm in need of no doctor.

But I'll examine him if he takes one more step.

Please, Tom. It's for your benefit.

Aye. What do you know about it?

Come on. Come here. There we are.

Spasm. I think you were right, Siegfried.

He's had a stroke at some time, perhaps quite recently.

I've no sons.

Tell me what I do now.

He'll thank us, Mrs Blackwood, I promise you that.

I don't know about that, Mr Farnon.

But it's for the best. I know that.

I knew it.

He wasn't himself.

There's no talking to him when he's a mind not to.

Now, I'm sure…

Hospital is the best place for him at the moment, anyway.

They'll soon sort him out for you.

Hello, Charlie! What can we do for you?

I've come for Mr Herriot.

Just a moment.

James!

- Yes. - There's Charlie out there for you.

- Anything wrong? - Don't know.

- Just remember, now, be cheerful… - Yes, yes, yes.

- Morning, Charlie. What's up? - We won, Mr Herriot.

- Did you? - Aye.

30 bob each. It's never happened before.

- That's wonderful. - The lads are beside theirsens.

- I'm sure they are. It's good. - So we'd like you to do it again.

Ah.

Well, um…

Yes, all right, Charlie. I doubt if you'll win a second time.

Oh, just do it, Mr Herriot. That's all we ask.

- You're quite the optimist. - (chuckles)

Darrowby 385.

Oh, hello, Harry. Good morning.

Yes, we were out last night, I'm afraid.

Oh, he's back home? Well, that's just wonderful.

Oh, yes. Yeah, well.

Well, better a quiet life than no life at all, eh?

(doorbell)

Right, Harry. Thanks so much for calling. Goodbye.

- Mr Hopps. - Aye.

- I've come to see you. - Oh.

- Well, here I am. - Where shall I go?

In there, if you would.

- Now then, what… - I've come for a consultation.

Well, this isn't a doctors' surgery, Mr Hopps.

I know that. It's me dog.

I see. Well, where is he… or she?

I don't cart him around. He gets upset.

Well, if the animal's unwell, I'd be extremely reluctant

to recommend any remedy without seeing him.

It's a simple matter.

Oh, well, that's good. What's wrong?

Well… it's…

it's a digestive matter.

Could you be more specific?

A constriction.

A constriction? Where, exactly?

In his… rear quarters.

A digestive constriction in his rear quarters?

Er…

(whispers) Waste matter. Lack of.

Oh, constipation! Your dog's got constipation!

I'm not overpartial to language, Mr Farnon.

Oh, never mind.

Well, now, without the patient before me, I must be cautious.

Curiously enough, const…

this condition…

is very much the same in the larger breeds of dogs as it is with human beings.

What kind of dog is it?

I couldn't be quite certain about that. It's big.

Well, never mind. What I recommend to you, Mr Hopps,

is a good dose of milk of magnesia.

For your dog. And then by all means report progress as it occurs.

I can't say any more under the circumstances.

- Oh, sorry. Sorry, I forgot my bag. - Oh, it's all right.

- I thank you for your time, Veterinary. - Not at all, Mr Hopps.

We naturalists must stick together, mustn't we?

Goodbye.

- What was the trouble with Charlie? - Nothing much. We got it sorted out.

- That was Hopps, wasn't it? - Yes.

- Oh. Funny chap. - Uh-huh.

- What was he here for? - About his dog.

Oh, really? I didn't think he had a dog.

(slams door)

- Caught up with thee, Mr Herriot. - Aye. Tracked thee down.

- (all laugh) - Hello.

Having lunch on the run. Very busy day.

- We won again. - Come today. 30 bob each.

- You're joking. - We're going to put more on this week.

Oh, no.

Now, look. Look, chaps, I really would rather not do this again.

Look, you're going to lose a lot of money if you keep putting on bigger stakes.

I am not an expert at this.

I was only joking when I gave you the idea I won every week.

(sighs) Oh, all right.

I will fill in the coupon this week.

But it's for the last time. Is that understood?

Aye, right enough. T'last week, aye.

And you will never ask me to do this again.

Not this season or next.

Never again.

- Nay, never no more. That's a promise. - Splendid.

- Has tha won this week, Mr Herriot? - Dunno. Haven't been home all morning.

Well…

probably.

Thank you.

(carapproaches)

Oh, what a day!

Do you know why they make cows so big and heavy?

- Why don't I ever get the hamsters? - Oh, I really couldn't say.

But you'll be wanting a hot dinner immediately, will you?

Don't say you've been out. I've thought of food for the last five miles.

Oh, good.

- Come on, then. - What is this?

It's abduction. The children are in safe hands, it's all right.

I wondered why you had your coat on.

We can't just eat out on a whim.

Well, yes we can, as a matter of fact.

Your treble chance came up.

Shall we buy that racehorse now?

77 pounds, four shillings and 1 1 pence.

That's extraordinary. Well, it must be the season for it. Talk about a run of luck.

Before you get carried away, apart from a couple of lamb chops, it's all been spent.

- Has it? - Yes, in a way. The overdraft, the roof.

- It's time for new shoes for the children… - No, Helen. Don't. Don't.

We never get ahead, do we?

Come what may, we're always running on the spot.

- Still wonderful to have the money. - Yes, it is.

And it's wonderful to be going out tonight. It was a good idea. (laughs)

- What is it? - I just thought of something.

There are three people who won't be surprised. But there's always Siegfried.

Well, I wish you many happy hours together.

Have you got him?

Ah!

I'll open the door.

And this one.

There you go, Billy. Bye.

- Now then, Mr Hopps. - I've come for a consultation.

Very well, Mr Hopps, but this time I shall charge you.

I pay my way.

Your dog couldn't come, I take it?

He is distressed, as am l, Mr Farnon.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Same trouble, is it?

It's entirely something else now. He's not at all as he was.

Not at all.

I'm afraid I don't follow you. Could you describe the symptoms?

Well…

It's a problem of… containment.

No. I'm not with you. Could you elaborate?

An absence of muscular digestive control.

Now you're getting too technical for me, I'm afraid, Mr Hopps. Let's start again.

And if you could be as precise as you can.

Uncontrollable evacuations!

Oh! I'm with you! I'm with you!

Diarrhoea!

Ah. Oh, well, perhaps we could call it, erm, scouring?

Aye, that'll do. Should've thought of that mesen.

It's scarcely a term that springs to mind except in regard to farm animals, is it?

I have to tell you that I think you have set your foot on a dangerous road.

This approach to treatment at home could lead to tragedy

if there really was something seriously wrong with… the patient in question.

You've lost me now, Mr Farnon.

(Siegfried sighs)

Well, never mind.

Mr Hopps, will you be kind enough to describe your diet to me?

What you eat.

What's that to do with it?

Come, come, Mr Hopps. I've encountered this before,

this reluctance to consult a doctor if any alternative can be found.

Let's be frank with one another. You have been suffering from constipation

and you are now in discomfort from diarrhoea.

Well, what do you expect if you treat yourself as a dog?

I've suspected it from the first. Own up, Mr Hopps. There is no dog, is there?

I'll say good day, Mr Farnon.

Wait a minute, Mr Hopps!

Mr Hopps!

Oh, that man is infuriating!

Aye. He can be.

Well, I wash my hands of him.

What can I do for you? You must be so pleased to have your husband back home.

That Mr Hopps. He didn't come here to talk to you about us, did he?

No.

It's just that we seem to see him all the time right now.

Oh, really?

It doesn't matter. Mr Farnon, I've come to pay for your visit to Nell.

Oh, no, no, no, no. That is not necessary. Truly.

We're not short of a bob now, Mr Farnon.

No, I didn't mean… All right, well, let's say four shillings, shall we?

We're selling up, see.

Tom can't work the farm no more.

Yes, I know. Dr Allinson told me.

But you've found a buyer already, have you?

- Four shillings. - Thank you.

That buyer wouldn't by any chance be Mr Hopps, would it?

It would.

He were round like a shot.

I think he knew Tom were poorly before I did.

Of course. I should have guessed. Spying around all the time. Of course!

He's not been overgenerous with his offer. But it's all we'll get.

Well, t'farm's been let go. You'll have seen.

But surely it must be worth something to Mr Hopps. His land adjoins yours.

Aye. Well.

These things happen.

I've some shopping to do.

Thank you again, Mr Farnon.

I'm so sorry, Mrs Blackwood.

Well.

Ah, Siegfried. Are you ready for some startling news?

Oh, James.

Pay attention, you are addressing a pools winner. Look at that.

And if I had had one more draw I'd have won first prize - £16,000. Hm.

James.

This is incredible!

James! This calls for a celebration. Let's get over to the Drovers at once!

- Succulent isn't the word. Morning. - Morning.

- They were the best chops I've ever had. - Shut the door. It's nippy.

- Morning. - Morning.

Morning, Ted! What we need is two very large whiskies.

It is tremendous, isn't it? We've already made plans for the money.

Of course you have, James. It must change everything.

Oh, well…

I think Mr Herriot's going to pay for these.

You see, he's just won £16,000 on the pools.

No, Siegfried.

- Come on, James. Come on. - Siegfried…

Erm… Just keep the change, Ted, would you? It wasn't that much.

- Thank you. - It wasn't nearly that much.

Ted, it was onl…

Oh, never mind.

Siegfried, that win didn't even come to £80.

- You weren't listening, were you? - What? What are you talking about?

My pools win was less than £80 - not 16,000.

Are you sure?

Of course I am sure.

Oh, my dear James, I am so sorry. This is… this is… this is dreadful.

- Whatever made me think… - God only knows.

You know what you've done, do you?

Which story do you think people around here are going to believe, hm?

I should never have told you.

It's a crowded mind, I'm afraid, James.

I'm very very sorry.

He-he-he didn't…

Still is crowded… with unpleasant thoughts.

You know Hopps is buying the Blackwood place…

for a song?

He was spying on poor Blackwood and then he leapt in as quickly as he could.

It disgusts me.

Can't do anything about human nature, Siegfried.

No, I know that, James.

But I still think he ought to be told.

Despicable opportunist.

Parasite.

Vulture.

Yes. Well.

Er, James, since you're not going to be a millionaire after all,

I think I'm going to leave you here to celebrate alone, if you don't mind,

and I'm going to go up there and tell him exactly what I think of him.

- I'm going to give him a piece of my mind. - Is that wise?

I think it's essential, James.

- I'm sorry the win wasn't bigger, James. - Yes, well…

No, no, no, no. No need for you to rush. You stay and enjoy yourself a bit longer.

- But, Siegfried… - No. James, I insist.

I'll see you later.

In the course of things.

Mr Hopps. A word with you, if you please.

I'll be with thee, Veterinary. Wait on there.

(dog barks)

Now then, Veterinary! What's this, then? Eh, Veterinary? Eh?

What's this, then? No dog, eh?

No dog?!

It's my guard dog Ezekiel, is what this is.

I've not had him long and he's that bad-humoured I've to watch him mesen.

- Now, what's your business here? - I came to tell you…

I'm not that sure I can hold him. He's slipping. He's slipping.

A grinding and gnashing of teeth!

No dog, eh? No dog, eh?

No dog?

What's this, then, eh, Mr Farnon?

No dog? No dog?

(laughs wildly)

Oh, routine.

Dull routine.

If you want some real excitement, you can always go over and see Hopps.

I'm sure he won't have calmed down in just a week.

I find that excessively droll, James.

It's extraordinary to me you always seem to find hours to lounge about.

Every surgery I take's crammed with people.

That's not how I remember it. Anyway, I've got to go. I have a fell pony to see to.

- A horse? A horse! - Uh-huh.

I haven't seen a horse in days. Where?

Lord Halthon's.

I've got an hour or so spare, James. I'll come with you.

Busman's holiday? Yes, all right.

Oh, Siegfried. Before we go…

- Have a look at that. - Is this another pools win?

It's better than that. That fellow with the dog who flagged me down.

Oh, yes, yes. I remember.

"Dear vet with the bandaged fingers, this is just to…"

I'd rather have that than a pools win.

Unless it happened to be a £16,000 pools win, of course.

How are you getting on with Charlie and the others?

The terrible trio? Well…

Still having a bit of trouble, are you?

My handling of them might… prove… instructive.

I think the trick simply is to appear totally confident at all times, James.

It's not always an easy thing to do, but… Anyway.

Keep your eyes and ears open.

Afternoon, Charlie.

Bert.

Oh!

(both) Afternoon, Mr Herriot!

Hello.

Well, what's the trouble here?

- The old beggar's gone lame, Mr Herriot. - It's his foot, Mr Herriot.

Siegfried, perhaps you'd like to, er…

Yes.

Lord Halthon takes a great pride in them.

Well, it isn't surprising.

Poor old boy. We'll soon have you right.

Thank you, Mr Herriot.

As I thought. Gravel. Drain the pus, he'll be fine.

Would you mind having a look, Mr Herriot?

Er…

I do know a little about horses, Charlie.

If you wouldn't mind, Mr Herriot.

All right, all right.

Oh, yes.

Yes. That's gravel, all right.

Aye.

Well, perhaps I can get down to the work now.

(James) Yes.

I'm sure Mr Farnon will be able to manage.

Thank you, James.

We heard you had a good win on t'pools, Mr Herriot.

- Did you? - Aye.

Shows fair dedication.

- Hm? - To go on working after summat like that.

Thank you, Charlie.

Mind you, we've just won three pound a man an' all, thanks to you.

- No! Really? - Aye.

So who do you fancy for the cup this season?

Charlie…

Oh, aye. Sorry.

Forget I spoke.

Hughie'll be sorry not to have seen you, but he's…

Mr Herriot! Mr Herriot!

Heard you were coming, Mr Herriot. Wanted to say hello.

- Well, say hello. - Hello!

Gives one pause for thought, James.

What heights of popularity might not Nelson have achieved

if he'd not only been victorious in battle but a pools winner as well?

Yes, Siegfried.

That's Blackwood's land down there, isn't it?

It's a bad business, James. I don't feel tremendously proud of myself.

You may have saved his life.

They're going to live in Scarborough. She's got a brother there.

Well, Scarborough's lovely.

He was a farmer, James.

(dog barks)

- (James) What's going on? - Behave thissen!

Oh dear, oh dear.

(barks)

He seems to be in some difficulties, our Mr Hopps.

- You hound of hell! - (Siegfried) Good gracious me.

What a commotion.

- Settle down, Ezekiel! - (growls)

- How very unfortunate. - Settle down!

Steady! Steady!

Settle down, Ezekiel!

Behave thissen.

Good. He's got away.

Yes.

Surprisingly agile, isn't he, Hopps?

Mm.

Down! Down! Down. Get down.

Steady. Steady. Steady.

Down. Down! Get down.

Help! Help! Help!

(James) I think he's signalling for us to go and help him.

- Really? - Hm.

I see no signal.

(Hopps continues yelling)