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Darrowby 8-5.

Si, esatto.

Che nome, per piacere?

Quale desidera? Ce ne sono due di loro.

No, temo che il dottor siegfried farnon

sia fuori per I suoi giri.

Non so quando sarà di ritorno.

Anche il suo socio è fuori per I suoi giri.

Il dottor herriot è su alla fattoria dole.

Non mi aspetto che torni prima di Questa sera.

Sarà molto dopo che lei ha chiuso.

That's because they've both been out

since before 9:00 this morning.

If you want to speak to either of them,

you'll have to ring
afore then.

Oh, here's
Mr. Tristan farnon.

Would you like
a word with him?

It's that bit
of a girl

from the ministry
of agriculture. - Mmm!

Ahem!

Hello, kitty,
how are you?

She's very well,
I'm pleased to say.

Oh...
- Harcourt here, divisional inspector.

I don't think
we know each other,

although you seem
to enjoy a certain intimacy with my secretary.

Yes, well,
I have been--

I won't keep you.
I know you must be very busy.

Yes, but if
there's anything--

I want herriot!
- I'm sorry, Mr. harcourt.

I'm afraid
he's away all day tuberculin testing.

In fact he's got
a pretty full program at the moment.

I am aware of that.

It's what I have
to talk to him about.

Yes, of course.

Uh-huh.

Next time,
come 'round back way.

Uh-huh.

Mm-hmm.

Uh-huh.

Uh-huh.

Yes, yes, I see.

Yes, very well.

I shan't need
to keep him very long,

although that will be
entirely up to him.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, Mr. harcourt.

Come back here!

Come back here,
I said!

Here!

You come back here!

Emma,
come back here!

Good morning!

Come back here
when I tell you! I'll teach you!

How old is she?

What?
- How old's your bitch?

14 months.
- That's no way to treat her.

Mind your business!

That's precisely
what I am doing.

Come back here
when I tell you!

Come back,
I tell you!

I'll teach you!

That's no way
to teach a young dog.

Away, will you?

She'll not come
while you're here.

Would you like
a small wager?

Come on then.
Come on, girl.

Come on.

Come on...

Come on, come on,
come on.

Come on, girl.
Come on.

Come on, come on,
come on...

Come on,
come on, here.

Come on, there's
a good girl...

See?
She's afraid of you.

She has to learn
who's boss.

The best way
to teach obedience is by kindness.

Matter of opinion!

They need a short,
sharp shock.

If you want them
to cringe.

If you want
an obedient dog,

you got to be firm
but kind.

Oh?
- 'Course it requires patience.

Is that so?
Well, I'm a busy man.

I've no time
for being soft.

If you take my advice,
you'll make time.

Dog will work better,
do more for you

if you have her respect.
- I'll teach her respect.

Not with that,
you'll not.

It's quite simple.

Let me show you.

Come on, girl.
Come on, come on.

Come on, girl.
Come on then.

Come on, come on.

No.
That's a pity.

Now she associates me
with you.

Aye, and I'll thank you
not to interfere.

This is what
they understand,

and this is what
she's going to get.

No, no, sir!
I do assure you, no!

Hear me, hear me
in your own interest.

That animal requires
your affection.

More, she craves it.

Don't deny it.
Give her your affection,

and she's yours
to command.

You're off
your head, man.

That's entirely possible,
but hear me out.

One first
establishes

an affectionate
relationship.

This causes
little trouble because the dog,

being uncomplicated,
makes all the advances.

One then
takes command.

If the dog transgresses,
one shows disapproval.

Not by inflicting
physical pain, but thus:

One takes
the dog's head in one's hand,

and one shakes it
to and fro

like this.

All one has inflicted,
you see, is loss of dignity.

The animal won't cringe,

but she'll remember
the expression of disapproval.

With advantage.

Come here, you!

Come here, you!

You mad thing!

Come here, I tell you.
Come here!

Don't run from me.

Come here
when I tell you!

Come here!

Here!

If you'll only
do like I say, Mr. herriot--

please, Mr. hill,
I've got a lot to get through.

50 of these
and two more herds this afternoon.

Up you go.

That's just what
I'm telling you.

Please.
I know you're trying to help,

but my way is quicker
in the long run.

That one's number
is 349.

You're wasting your time,
Mr. herriot.

I've got the whole list,

all in correct order.

I wrote it out special for you
to take home with you.

All right, Mr. hill,
I'll take it.

Thanks very much.

Thanks, Mr. hill.

There are five more
like this? - Yes.

Were they frothing
at the mouth?

I've not seen any.
- But there was paralysis?

Yes.

And you did see
them... jumping?

It's that louping ill,
isn't it, Mr. farnon?

Well, I'm very much afraid
it looks like it, Mrs. noakes.

It's spreading, then.

But it shouldn't.

Were them having
trouble at yateley?

Yes.

What am I
going to do?

Well, you've got
to get them down to lower ground.

The tick
doesn't like it down there.

What? Near the base?
- They should be all right.

We'll isolate any
that are infected.

They should be
easy enough to spot.

How many are we
going to lose, Mr. farnon?

Well, it's hard
to say, my dear.

But the sooner you get them
down from here, the better.

The virus that causes
the louping ill

is carried by a sheep tick,
and that tick can't exist

except up on high
moorland like this.

I'll not manage,
Mr. farnon.

I've no room
down there.

How long before
they're back up here again?

All the bracken,

and the Heather...

Anything that harbors
the tick's gotta be cut back.

Burned...
That means--

I'll never do it. Not now.
My husband's gone,

I've only my two lads and
one's still going to school.

I can't find the pay
to have it done.

I'll have
to get rid of them.

Helen?

Is that you, James?
- Mm-hmm.

Hello.

Oh!

Whoops.
Had a good day?

Well, I got
through the quota.

How about you?

Wonderful!
- Oh, good.

Promise you
won't be cross.

What's the matter?

You have broken
something?

No, silly!

I've got a job.
- You've got a what?

A job.
I start on Monday.

Doing what?
- A secretary at weyland's, the mill.

A man called Denton.
He's very nice.

Start on Monday.

You, a secretary?

What do you mean me?
I do it here.

That's different.
- No, it's not.

And I can cope
with both.

But, Helen--
- uh-uh!

You promised.

Promised what?

That you wouldn't
be cross.

As it happens,
I didn't.

The money's marvelous.
- Is it?

Another
2.00 a week.

Just think of it!
- Yes, I am!

Why didn't you
tell me?

Oh, I don't know.

I wanted
to get it first.

You're not
going to be stuffy about it, are you?

Stuffy?
- "I'm not sending my wife out to work."

I'm not, am I?
- So you don't mind?

I'll have to think
about it.

What is there
to think about

except the future?

That's what
I'm thinking about.

We can't stay here
forever.

Aren't you happy here?
- Of course I am, but...

I want a place
of our own.

And instead of just
dreaming about it,

I want to do something
about it, don't you see?

Yes, of course.

But what's gonna happen here?
- What do you mean?

You've made yourself
indispensable.

Oh, piffle!
Mrs. hall's a dear,

but I know very well
I get under her feet.

I'll tell you
one thing,

siegfried's not
going to like it.

Why shouldn't he?
- I can hear him now.

Capital! First rate!
Absolutely splendid!

Congratulations,
Helen, my dear!

So you don't mind?
- Why should I mind?

Oh, I see.
Is he being a bit stuffy? Oh, don't mind him!

James is being old-fashioned,
a very endearing quality in the young.

He'll grow out of it.
My goodness, we're going to miss you.

I'm not going away,
siegfried.

I mean the paperwork,
the order that you've brought to our...

Creative chaos.
- There will still be time for that.

Oh, no. Dear me, no.
I wouldn't hear of it.

There's not
that much to do.

It's simply a question
of routine.

Even so, we can't
work you round the clock.

Well, you do.

What redoubtable,
feminine logic.

You're a woman.

Now who's being
old-fashioned?

Not at all. It's not
a question of attitude.

It simply offends
my basic instincts.

He has spoken.

Our simple routine, Helen,
should be undertaken by another.

I think I ought to tell you
that I've quite made up my mind.

To do what?
- Passing parasitology.

Oh, good.
- Next term.

Even better.
- Means a lot of work.

Really?
- Lots of midnight oil.

That's no problem.
- What?

For you-- midnight oil.
You're as nocturnal as a cat.

What?!
- A tomcat.

Now listen, siegfried.

Speak.

What?
- I'm all attention.

Well, I think I've got
enough on my plate.

That's a particularly
apt metaphor.

When I was your age,
I was a glutton for work.

You've simply
got to sharpen up your attitude.

You look upon Helen's
routine filing

as an aperitif.
- Now, look here...

Give me the hare.

Mrs. hall really has
surpassed herself, hasn't she?

Hmm.

I'm sure you'll succeed
in parasitology with a minimum of effort.

I always thought you had
a unique experience...

Of the subject.

You wondrous woman,
Mrs. hall!

I must tell you,
it was un succes fou.

It's absolutely
beautiful.

Did somebody upset
Mrs. hall?

Why do I always get
the blame for everything?

She's been a bit down all day.
- Perhaps she's in love.

Really it is remarkable,
how your mind runs on one--

it's a joke-- a joke!

She was entertaining
a man this morning.

Oh.
- Entertaining, hmm?

Well, she gave him
a cup of tea.

See? Lavish.
- Which reminds me, the min. Of ag. Rang.

Old harcourt?
- Yes.

What did he want?
- James.

Not again.
- He was a bit narked, actually.

He went on and on
about filling in forms.

I can't do the things.
There's so many of them.

It's like arithmetic.
One look and I seize up.

Darling, never mind.
I'll do the forms.

He wants to see you
tomorrow morning, 9:15 sharp.

Well, I'm not going.

Now, James...
- Come on, siegfried. How can I?

I'm up to my eyes
in tuberculin testing.

It's all right for him,
sitting in that office,

waving bits of paper around.
- I'd love to help you

but I'm afraid my plate's
a bit full and Tristan's got surgery.

I don't mind going.

I've got a bit of pull
with the girl there, actually.

Kitty-- she wants me
to teach her to play the guitar.

Guitar?
- Good grief.

And are you going to?
- Why not? I must look it out.

Helen, could you pass
the potatoes, please?

James...
I'm afraid

you can't just...
Not go.

We simply can't afford
to offend old harcourt. We need the work.

Oh-- I'll get some more.

Would you?
You're an angel.

Cheer up, darling.
I'll do the forms.

And I'll come testing.
It'll be like a second honeymoon.

James, you know you
have in Helen a pearl of great price?

Yes, I know--

if a shade unpredictable.

Respond to her, James.
Respond to her.

I just wish her energy

and sense
of responsibility

would rub off
on certain others.

So I can expect action then?

Without delay,
you may depend on it.

I'll pass that on.

Ah, herriot, good.

Please come in.
Sorry to keep you waiting.

Please sit down.
- Thank you.

Now, herriot.

Not a bit of use
pretending I'm not very annoyed.

In fact, I'm bloody annoyed!
- Yes, Mr. harcourt.

As if I haven't got
a lot to cope with,

dealing with
this outbreak of louping ill.

Yes.
- What have you got to say for yourself?

I don't know.
- What?

I mean,
I don't know yet.

Oh.
- It's not a bit of use, saying "oh."

That's what you said
when you tested that cow of Franklin's

that had been dead
for two years.

Clever stuff.
I don't know how you managed it.

That was some time ago.
- This isn't.

This is your test
at the masons' of highview.

There are two
cows on this list, number 71 and 103.

Our records show that they
were both sold at brawton six months ago!

So you performed
another miracle. - I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.
It's marvelous how you do it.

I've got all
the figures here, skin measurements, the lot.

I see you found that
they were both thin-skinned

even though they were
15 Miles away at the time.

Clever stuff.
- You see there was--

all right,
herriot.

I'll dispense
with the comedy.

I'll tell you once more,
and for the last time.

Look in the bloody ears,
in future!

Yes, Mr. harcourt.
From now on, I can assure you--

the only assurance
I want from you is,

do you want this work
or don't you?

If not, just say
the word-- I'll give it to another practice.

Then maybe we'll both
be able to lead a quiet life.

Please, Mr. harcourt.
I give you my word that I--

we-- we do want
this work very much.

All right.
- And thank you for being so--

sit down.
I haven't finished yet.

May I ask you to cast
your mind back to that cow

you took under a t.B. Order
from Wilson at low pass?

Yes. Yes, I remember it.

Very well,
herriot, lad.

And do you also remember
a little chat we had

about forms?
- Yes.

Did nothing I said to you
at the time sink in?

Yes, of course.
- Then why didn't you send me a receipt for slaughter?

Didn't I?
- No, you didn't.

And I really can't
understand why.

I went through it
with you last month, step by step.

When you forgot
to forward

a copy of
the valuation agreement. - I really am very sorry.

There's really
nothing to it.

You forget one thing.
- What's that?

You're the expert.

Application, laddie.
Application.

Application.

I'll tell you
what we'll do.

We'll go through
the whole procedure

once more, shall we?
- Yes?

Yes, by all means.

Very well.
Now, first of all,

when you find
an infected animal, you serve

b-205-dt, form a,

"notice requiring
detention

and isolation
of the animal."

Next there's
b-207-dt, form c,

"notice of intended
slaughter."

Then b-208-dt,
form d,

a postmortem
certificate.

Then b-196-dt,

veterinary
inspector's report.

Then b-209-dt,
valuation agreement.

And in cases where
the owner objects,

b-213-dt,

"appointment
to valuer."

Then we have
b-212-dt,

"notice to owner
of time and place of slaughter."

Followed
by b-227-dt,

"receipt for animal
for slaughter."

And finally,
b-230-dt,

"notice requiring
cleansing and disinfection."

Now...

What's difficult
about that?

Nothing.

Absolutely nothing.

No, I'm sorry George. The best you can do

is give him
a decent funeral.

I've had him since
he were a tadpole.

Yes.
That's the trouble, you see.

You try getting
into your trousers when you're my age.

What's that
to do with it?

Your late, lamented friend
grew some legs,

wanted to hop about
and catch a few insects.

He did hop about and I
gave him flies and things.

I'm sure you did, but--
- what about my goldfish?

Why?
What's the matter with him?

Naught's wrong with him
and he's in a jar.

Yes, but goldfish
are happy in jars!

Don't look happy
no more than Fred did.

That's because
he's Chinese.

Who said?
- I said!

And the Chinese
are inscrutable.

What's "scrutable"?

It's what
goldfish are.

Oh, go on.
Off you go.

But we call him Charlie.

All right, Mr. Tristan.
It's for me.

I said,
come 'round back.

How long has she
been like this, Mr. moverley?

Seemed right sudden.

Not this sheep disease
they got out yateley way?

Missus said
lord livingstone's have it 'most cleared.

Louping ill?
Oh, no.

They say it gets to cattle.

No, no.
It's not louping ill.

You should have
called me in sooner.

How long has she been
coughing like this?

Started some time since.
Then she were all right for a bit.

I thought it were naught
but a chill. She's been eating all right.

I'm sorry, Mr. moverley,
but I think it's t.B.

T.B.?

Hold on there, girl.

This will make
absolutely sure.

I'll let you know
in the morning, Mr. moverley.

Siegfried about these--
- ah, Tristan,

take a squint
at this.

That one--

ziehl-nielson.

James back yet?

Give him a chance.
Three herds up at cliffsend.

Uh-huh.

My dear boy,
there's no earthly use just gazing at it.

You've got to do
something about it.

Hmm?

Use the ziehl-nielson
stain on it. - What?

I know.
I know.

Wonderful.

Hello, Mrs. hall.
- Mr. farnon?

If you're not too busy,
would it be all right if I had a word with you?

Yes, of course, Mrs. hall.
Of course.

Let's go through there,
shall we?

Now, then,
come and sit down.

No. Thank you.
I won't take up your time.

Something's the matter.
Please tell me about it.

I have to ask you
to let me go.

You want to leave?!

No. I have to.

My dear Mrs. hall, please,
please come and sit down.

Now then, what's all
this nonsense?

It's my brother Arthur.
- Is he ill?

No, but he needs help.

He's got a place
over near yateley.

He's got 500 ewes
up there.

Louping ill, huh?
- Aye.

He's got to get sheep off moor,
then he's got to clear it.

And there's land
up there to be drained.

Oh, my dear
Mrs. hall.

I've told him he'll never do it,
but he won't listen.

Is there no one
to help him?

What about that
nephew of yours?

He got married six months ago,
and went to Australia.

Dear.

Is there nobody
else can give him a helping hand?

No, they're all
in the same boat, Mr. farnon.

And there's no
paid labor to be had,

even if he
could afford it.

Getting the lad and his wife
to Australia took all we--

all he had.

But what will you do?
What can you do?

I don't know, but I've
got to do something.

You know he's got
to sell those sheep.

He won't, Mr. farnon.
He's a very stubborn man.

Like his sister.

He says he'll see
landlord dead first.

He reckons it's a way of getting
sheep off land for good.

No, no, no, no.

We've tried
to talk to him,

his wife and me.
But he won't listen.

He'll kill himself.
- You listen to me, Mrs. hall.

If you really feel
that you must go,

then of course,
you must go.

But I'm perfectly sure
there's something we can do about it.

I know lord livingstone--
I've met him, anyway--

he's not the sort
of landlord

to ride roughshod
over his tenants.

Quite the reverse,
I'd have thought.

The outlook isn't
as bleak as all that.

I'm sure if an appeal
were made to him--

Arthur's tried that,
Mr. farnon.

He's been over
to that shooting box.

All they said
was his lordship's in South of France

and there's naught
they can do about it.

Rubbish!
Bound to say that.

No offense
to your brother,

but these people--
you have to know how to approach them.

You know,
in Buckingham Palace,

the Butler's much more
regal than the king.

You're to leave this
to me.

I'm sure there's
something we can do about it.

Aye.

Well...

Thank you, Mr. farnon.

It's all right,
my dear.

Tubercule bacilli,
where's it from?

What?

Moverley.

Why isn't
the telephone book in the hall?

It's--

it's none
of my business, of course,

but Mrs. hall's boyfriend
was here again this morning.

It's her brother.

Oh.
- The one who farms over at yateley.

He's one
of those in trouble with the louping ill.

It's not serious, is it?
- Not serious? She's just given us notice.

It's too early
for an outbreak of sheep tick.

Told you I'd pass
this time.

Very good.
Let me give you

a fraternal wrinkle and one
you won't find in the textbooks,

the parasite has
an eye to the main chance,

and don't forget we've had
a mild, wet winter.

Oh! Of course.
He doesn't live here, does he?

Who?
- Livingstone, lord livingstone.

No, he only comes up
to shoot grouse.

Who the hell would
know his number?

Old harcourt.

Min. Of ag.

Kitty.

427.

I found it,
Mr. Tristan.

Well done, Mrs. hall.
Where was it?

On top of wardrobe.
- But I'd looked.

Not yours, his.

Oh, yes?
- I've given it a bit of a Polish.

Thank you
very much, Mrs. hall. - Good night, all.

Good night.
- Good night, Mrs. hall.

And thank you
very much.

It was entirely
self-preservation, I assure you.

I knew you must have hidden it.

You have absolutely
no conception

of the psychological
torment occasioned

by your incessant
strumming.

Practice makes perfect.

In Edinburgh, I was considered
something of a segovia.

Well, I can understand that.

All that woodwind
from the battlements

must serve to blunt some
musical appreciation, I suppose.

I shall beat a retreat.

Buenas noches,
se}Or.

Good night.

Morning, Mrs. hall.
What a lovely morning it is.

Good morning, Mr. farnon.
- Let me take those.

You're not to worry.
Everything's going to be all right.

Aye, Mr. farnon.

So cheer up,
hmmm?

There we are,
Mrs. hall.

Bonjour, mes enfants.
James, where's Helen?

Here's your--
Helen!

Good morning.

Tristan not down yet,
I suppose?

Morning.
- Morning.

How's the testing
going, James?

Getting through it.
Helen's coming with me.

Good. You're not
too pressed.

I thought I'd go
over brawton way today.

Brawton?

Yes, see what I could do
about this louping ill.

It occurred to me,
if the landlord wants his grouse

on the glorious 12th,
he might be persuaded

to ante up some help
for his tenants.

Hmm, not too far
out of your way.

No, but then
there's moverley.

We've got to take a cow
under the t.B. Order.

I could, of course,
tell him personally

on the way over
to brawton.

Would you
mind looking after the paperwork, James?

And, of course,
telephoning the knackerman?

Come on, dogs.
Come on, boys, come on.

Don't worry, James.

I'll do the paperwork.

Slaughtered?!
It's naught but a chill.

It's open t.B.,
Mr. moverley.

I suppose
it's no use arguing.

There's no doubt.
The sample I took yesterday was positive.

Never mind
about all that.

If bloody government
says my cow's got to go, it's got to go.

But I get
compensation, don't I? - Yes, you do.

How much?
- The statutive value is 5.

Bloody hell!

We can appoint a valuer,
if you don't agree.

Bloody hell,
let's get job over, then.

I'm sorry,
Mr. moverley.

The knackerman will be up
tomorrow to collect her.

Wretched, isn't it?
Wretched. Good day.

James?
- Hmm?

Come and look.

There.
What's difficult about that?

Nothing.
Absolutely nothing.

Old harcourt will think
I'm a reformed character.

He's sending someone
around for them today.

All we need is
the knackerman's signature.

I've telephoned mallock.
There's no answer.

Have to call over
and leave a message.

I can't think of a nicer way
to start my second honeymoon.

Right-o, Mr. herriot.

I'll be over to collect her
as soon as I've had breakfast.

I went out early
this morning.

Thanks a lot, Jeff.
- Bye-bye, Mr. mallock.

Hello, old girl.

You poor old thing.

Good morning.

Ah... I think
we've met before.

I'll not forget it.

Thank you,
my name's farnon.

I telephoned yesterday
and made an appointment to meet Mr. Murray,

lord livingstone's agent.
- You're talking to him.

I see.

Well...
How do you do?

What do you want?

I've met lord livingstone
a couple of times.

You been with him long,
have you?

Long enough.

He's in the South of France,
I believe.

If you want to see
his lordship,

you'll have to go
to nice.

No, no, it's you I want to see.
You're the very man.

The man in charge
of his lordship's affairs here.

Then you'll know
I'm a busy man.

Quite, Mr. Murray.
I'll come to the point straightaway.

Good. I'm on my way
to darrowby for the day.

Taking the wife there
to do some shopping.

You must bring her
over and have a drink. I'd love to meet her.

Skeldale house
in trengate.

What did you say
your name was?

Farnon.
- Faron.

No, --non.
Far-non.

I won't keep you.

I've come rather
on an errand of mercy.

Mercy?
- Mmm.

It's about the outbreak
of louping ill over at yateley.

There's a number
of farmers over there, four to be precise,

who are going to suffer
great hardship if they don't get some help.

What help?

Help in clearing the moor
to expose the sheep tick.

Cutting back the bracken
and the Heather.

Draining the bogs.
- Help from me?!

I thought that
if the landlord were to contribute to the cost,

it would, after all,
be in his own interest, come to think of it.

You are off your head.

The tenant's responsible
for the state of the land.

And if he puts
his filthy sheep all over it,

he's the one who's
got to clean it up.

Quite, Mr. Murray.
That is the law.

But if a man,
through no fault of his own--

no fault of his own?

No fault of his own--
sheep tick all over grouse moor?

There are times when,
in spite of all precautions--

I'll tell you this--
they'll get no help from me.

Mr. Murray,

if those farmers
aren't helped,

at least two of them
will go bust.

Good.
The sooner, the better.

I want their sheep
off my moor,

and there's
an end to it.

What's keeping you,
woman?

It's time
we were away.

Ah, no, no.

Try again...
With that finger there,

and that finger there.

Yes, that's better.
But you...

Must try and relax.

Relax.

You see, if you
don't relax, then...

You'll pass on
your tension...

To the instrument.

...so to speak.

I'm sorry.

You're wanted
on telephone-- Mr. harcourt.

Oh, crumbs! The forms!
He'll kill me.

In surgery, too!

Just one more herd. What would I do without you?

You'll find out-- after Monday.

Oh, that.
- Don't worry, darling.

I'll always be
your form filler.

Promise?

Look out!

My God! Wait!

Thank God
I caught you!

What's the matter,
Mr. moverley?

Mallock's took my cow.

I know he has.
I called him and told him--

no, no, he's took
the wrong one.

What?

He's off with the best cow
in my herd-- pedigree ayreshire.

I bought her last week.
They delivered her this morning.

She went with the other
and mallock took the wrong one.

Good heavens!
- It's your responsibility.

If he kills me good cow,
you'll have to answer for it.

Get on the telephone
to the knacker's. - I've tried, no reply.

They'll shoot her
before we can stop him.

You know how much
I paid for that cow? - All right.

Which way did he go?

Missus said
towards grampton.

Right,
he may be picking up other beasts...

If we're lucky.

He's not in grampton.

Perhaps he went
back to darrowby.

Not if he came
this way.

Take it easy, darling.

This would have to happen.
Harcourt will nail me to the office door.

Don't exaggerate.
Anyone can make a mistake.

A mistake?!
I've made nothing else.

You didn't make it,
mallock did.

Who the hell's going
to believe that?

We'll get no more
ministry work.

Siegfried'll skin me alive.
- Don't be so silly.

Silly?!
- Watch the road!

Don't talk.
Do you mind? Just don't talk.

Do you know what I think?
- No, I don't! Just look, all right?

Oh!

There! Over there.
- What? Where?

Drive on, drive on!
- What do you think I'm doing?

Pass that thing.
Go on.

Look out!

Why have we stopped?
- Don't you know?

I saw something.
Looked like a van, dark green.

There!
See it?

That's him! It's him!

Well done, darling.
Well done!

Now what?
- Left!

Why this way?

Elementary,
my dear Helen.

If he was going
to darrowby,

he would have turned off
just past grampton.

Suppose he wasn't
going into darrowby.

Suppose he was going
somewhere on the way?

Suppose you leave
the decisions to me?

There!

Up ahead!

What did I tell you?

It's a question of bringing on
the challenges and coming to a decision.

Having made it,
you stick to it.

Yes, darling,
you're very clever.

It's not a question
of being clever.

And very brave.

Sorry, Helen.

That's all right.
I understand.

What's thou making
all that hooting for?

Sorry.
- I thought my back wheel had fallen off.

I thought you were
Jeff mallock.

If you wants Jeff,
he's back at his yard by now, I reckon.

Passed him
at crossroad. He turned off there.

Sorry.

All right, governor.
I'll be off then.

Rotten luck, darling.
Never mind.

How about...

How about running
a book shop?

A book shop?
- Secondhand.

There must be an opening
for one in darrowby.

Instead of the job
at the Miller's?

Not you! Me!

Do you have time?
- Oh, yeah.

After I'm struck off.
- Struck off--

vets don't get struck off.
- I wouldn't like to bet on it.

After all this?
They must do something.

Just think of it, eh?

No more turning out
at 2:00 in the morning,

no more stripping off
in freezing cold cow sheds.

No more min. Of ag. Forms.

You'd be bored
to death.

What a wonderful
way to go.

Hello, Jeff.

Hello there,
Mr. herriot.

Mrs. herriot.

Just having
a little snack.

What about thee?

No thanks, Jeff.

Mrs. herriot?
- No thank you, Mr. mallock.

It's very kind,
but not just now.

Sorry you caught me
out like this.

That's all right.
A man's entitled to his tea.

No, I didn't mean that.
I reckoned

to have the beast dressed
and ready for you,

but you've come
a bit early.

But...
- Nay, that's not her.

That's not
That's right.

I had to do
this one first.

Moverley's cow's
still in the wagon there.

Alive?
- Aye, of course.

Never had a finger
on her.

Nice cow
for a screw too.

She's no screw, Jeff.
That's the wrong cow you've got in there.

Wrong cow?

Yes, the one you've got
was delivered this morning.

You weren't to know
and you went to the wrong byre.

Well, that's
a licker.

Saved by a tea break.

At last, I'm dying for a cup of tea.

Mr. herriot?

There was a telephone call
for you from the minister of agriculture.

Oh, no.
- Mr. harcourt wants to see you.

Not again.
When, Mrs. hall?

That girl did say
there was no hurry.

Just to drop in if you
were passing anytime.

"Drop in"?

Come on.
Let's get that tea.

My dear chap, I don't want
to quarrel with you.

It you who was
shouting the odds.

I'm not "your dear chap."
- More's the pity.

What was that?
- Come on home, Alec.

Don't paw me, woman.
Leave me be.

So, I don't know
what I'm talking about?

That's not what I said.
- It's what you implied.

I said that I thought
you were mistaken.

Mistaken, am I?
I'll tell you this--

I'll not make a mistake
about getting

every single sheep
off that moor.

All 27,000 acres of it!

It happens
to be a grouse moor. - The farmers pay rents.

They have as much right
to graze it as you have to shoot it!

Aye, but not
to poison it.

They've not the right to kill
my birds with their sheep!

But they don't!
- The tick does-- the sheep tick.

That's not strictly true,
as a matter of fact.

The disease
is caused by a virus. The tick is merely a vector.

It lives on the moor...
Simply because it's a moor.

It doesn't need sheep.
It could just as well live off...

Rabbit, hare, grouse--
it could just as well be called a grouse tick!

And how the hell
do you know?!

Are you a qualified vet?

No, but...
- I am!

You again?
- And my brother is perfectly right.

Is that a fact?
- Yes, it is a fact.

And his knowledge
of the subject

is more profound
than my own.

So you don't know it all? That surprises me.

Go back to Scotland!

You know,
that's not bad advice.

It occurs to me
that lord livingstone

has a moor in Scotland,
hasn't he?

He'd not miss
the glorious 12th up there, would he?

Hey...
- Alec!

And you! Shut your gob!
- That is no way to address a lady.

Hah!
- If you're about to say what I think you are,

then your wife has
my dearest sympathy.

Steady on,
old chap.

Siegfried, I must
buy you a drink.

Very kind of you,
my dear boy.

"More profound
than my own," eh?

I've forgotten more
than you'll ever learn. - Don't spoil it.

What will it be?

I'll have a whiskey,
if I may?

Large one?
- If you insist.

Large scotch,
please, Muriel,

and same again
for me.

Scotch...?

Hello.

Hello, hello.

You're trespassing.

Ah, good morning.
- Get going.

I am telling you
to clear off.

Your animals could be
in much better condition.

Did you hear me?

Did you bring them
from strathlearg?

Do you want me
to throw you off?

You're welcome to try.
I don't fancy your chances.

Would you prefer
the police?

The police might be
very interested

in what I have
to tell them.

I telephoned a friend of mine
this morning in Glasgow,

and he told me there had been
a very bad outbreak

of louping ill
in strathlearg.

What of it?

How long have you been here?
About two months, isn't it?

Come on, girl.

Come on, come here.

There we are.
Let's have a look at her.

Here. See?

Just what
I thought.

Ixodes ricinus...

Commonly known
as "sheep tick."

Allow me.

I wonder how
lord livingstone will take the news

that it's probably
his own agent--

who's infected
his grouse moor?

You can't be serious?

I'm deadly serious,
Mr. Murray.

As things are,
all we need is a wet summer--

and they're quite usual
hereabouts--

for his lordship to have
nothing at all

to shoot at
on August the 12th...

Except you.

Of course you could,
if you felt so inclined,

give a helping hand to those
farmers over at yateley.

On the other hand,

you can force those sheep
off the moor.

You can compel them

to cut back
the area themselves,

but I really rather doubt
whether they'd do it in time.

If you want grouse
in August,

that ground's got to be cleared
as quickly as possible.

You've no time to lose.

I'm sure your employer
would agree to the cost.

I remember him
as a generous man.

A pity to think
of this place unoccupied

all the year 'round
except for a couple of weeks.

Why don't you
think about it, like a good fellow?

Good day to you.

His lordship will be pleased...

You can count on the ministry
for all the help needed.

After all it's
in everybody's interests.

Goodbye, Mr. Murray,
and thank you again.

Goodbye.

Ah, herriot, good.
Won't keep you.

Ms. pattison, give me a moment,
then bring in your book.

I've got to write
to those people at yateley. Come in, herriot.

Good man,
that Murray.

Didn't take to him
at first.

Just goes to show,
first impressions.

He wants to help out
with this louping ill.

Some people are going
to be very relieved.

Very relieved
and very grateful.

Now, what were you--

oh, yes.
I remember.

Bit of a poser,
actually...

Getting it right.
But still,

there's no problem
without a solution.

Here.

Belated wedding present
from the wife and me, my dear fellow.

Thank you,
Mr. harcourt.

Thank you
very much.

Run, rabbit, run, rabbit, run...

At least these bunnies
gave the farmer his fun.

Is this bounty
from your brother, Mrs. hall?

A little thank you,
Mr. farnon.

Ah, delicious.

Terribly sorry.

Good to see Mrs. hall
on form again. - Isn't it, though?

I must say this does smell
most terribly good.

That's the ticks.
- Oh, Tristan!

They're perfectly
all right cooked.

He couldn't really
have believed he brought louping ill from Scotland?

Who couldn't?
Murray?

Why not?
His knowledge of parasitology is not profound...

Like your own.