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Fine heifers, Mr. Hartley.

You've got a first class dairy
herd in the making.

All you need is the service of a proven
pedigreed bull and you're in profit.

Ah, well, I've been thinking
of buying a new bull,

but there's only big boys can afford
the kind of beast you're on about.

Ah yes, but why buy an inferior animal

when the service of prime stock's
available at little cost these days?

The bull with the bowler hat, thou means?

No, Mr. Hartley, artificial insemination.

Let's treat the subject with
the seriousness it deserves.

Surely you've had the leaflets
from the ministry?

Aye, they've been fluttering through
my letterbox like confetti.

You have read them?

I was getting around to it,
but missus burnt the lot.

Right good for starting stoves
on raw mornings, Mr. farnon.

Yes, yes, I know some of you chaps
think it's all a great joke!

It's no joke for the bull or
heifer, is it, veterinary?

I reckon it's the real thing they'd want,

not some scientific doings carried
around in bags by you fellas.

You scots are all the same, obsessed
with bogs and Heather.

Nothing worthwhile comes easy, Tristan.

How right are you. She's proving
a very uphill task.

Play it simple, I thought, so I invite
her to the pictures and what happens?

We end up hiking through Miles
of drenched, clammy moorland.

Can't think of anything better.
- I can.

So try a new tack, I thought,
trip the light romantic.

I set us up to dine at the reniston.

I'd even tipped Albert to
reserve the annex table--

very special, complete privacy.

If Deirdre's all you say
she is, I'm not so sure

she'd be taken in by your
lounge lizard charm.

Nah, she wasn't. She insisted
it was her treat.

Do you know where we ended up?

Eating welsh rarebit at a hangout
for wooly-hatted bird-watchers.

Yes, you do have a problem.

I think you're trying too hard.

What we need here is a new beginning

and an opportunity for Deirdre to
see you in your natural habitat.

Which is?
- Here, in skeldale.

I know...

James and Helen are off to a late-night do

and I'll cook dinner for us all?
- You? Cook what?

The dish which has never been known
to fail in such situations--

the dish of kings, Buchanan's roast duck.

Calum?

Who is this?

That's Hector.

Hector.

Very charming. And what precisely
is Hector doing here?

I found him up on sennor yesterday.

He'd damaged his beak, so
I thought I'd better

keep him in my room for a couple days.

Seriously out of bounds, is he not?

Well, the attic door latch is broken

and he likes to explore.

But not the surgery premises--

the clients, you understand.

I don't know, Marilyn's almost one
of the partners to them by now.

One wild creature-- diverting,
two-- possibly disturbing.

Kindly return Hector to the attic.

Oh, Hector, you're a naff wee man.

Oh, Tristan, you're--
- Hello siegfried.

Where's calum got to?

Have you met Hector?
- Hector?

Hector's an owl. Calum is at this moment
returning Hector to the attic.

Oh...

Extraordinary how one has constantly

to restate the ground rules
for someone like calum.

Oh, come off it, siegfried, he's
brilliant and you know it.

I've no complaints about
him professionally--

none, but none of us is
without our blind spots

and calum's is his obsession
with wild things--

they're fine in the wild, not here,
wandering about the surgery.

Ah ha,

ah ha, now tell me--

how is the ministry's advisor?

Bashing my head against a brick wall
of backwardness and ignorance,

but apart from that, I'm fine.

I dropped by to ask calum's advice
on a personal matter.

Oh yes, to elicit aid,
no doubt, in the siege

you've laid to the affections
of the fair Deirdre, hmm?

You seem to be awfully well-informed
about my private life, siegfried.

Your private life, as you term it,

is an open book, my dear Tristan.

Not less so than your...

Professional occupations.

This, I take it, is calum's.

Did you know that the hill
farms are alive with talk

about your zealous efforts on
behalf of bovine fertility?

Don't worry, siegfried, I'll soon have
these jokers round to my way of thinking.

Oh, indeed.

Your price is already passing into
the folklore of the dales.

Do you know what they call you?

"The bull with the bowler hat."

Aha, James, how went it at tom Maxwell's?

Foul of the foot, wasn't it?
- Yes, a real stinker.

One of his best cows too.
- Heifer.

Cow.

Siegfried, this new treatment--

m and b 693? Yes, James,

I thought you might be interested.

Effective in the treatment of foul, is it?

Effective, my dear James? It's
positively miraculous!

One of your new wonder drugs?

Ah, herriot skepticism again.

Some of us don't always believe everything
that the drug salesmen tell us.

Poor James, forever marching
backwards into the future.

There we have him, James. The prophet of
progress hoist by his own hypocrisy.

What do you mean?
- Each man to own soapbox, siegfried.

Just think about that before you mock

the advances made by
artificial insemination.

It's not the principle I
mock, my dear brother,

it's simply the thought of
the brave new world--

being implemented by such as you.

I tell you, James,

it takes a farnon to
tackle a job like that.

Foul of the foot, eh?
- Yes.

Tell me, James, how often have you treated

fusiformis necrophorus in bovines?

All too often, unfortunately.
- Quite.

All that stinking necrotic tissue--

hooves whistling around your head

while you try and smear copper sulphate

or Stockholm tar with salts
onto the affected areas--

remedies as ancient as the disease itself.

Now happily consigned to
the dustbin of history,

thanks to this remarkable substance.

It really works?

James, how are we ever

going to get the effects
of progress across

if the healer himself lacks
faith in the new remedies?

Answer me that. Oh?

Mr. dakin for you, Mr. farnon--

wants you to take a look
at blossom when you can.

All right. Thank you, Mrs. greenlaw.

Dear, poor old blossom,

10 to one she's cut her teats again.

I'm surprised she's still around.

How old is she?
- Blossom?

Old, James.

Good boy, stay there.

A very good day to you, Mr. dakin.

Mr. farnon.
- Would you take that for me?

Oh, what a view,

what a thundering view--

and right on your very doorstep.

Aye, good for looking at, but
not always sustainin'.

That's an indisputable truth.

Thank you.
- It's blossom...

Old girl's got her tits caught
up summat chronic.

Let's have a look.

Oh, yes...

Hello, old girl.

Oh, yup, it's the usual--

usual trouble, I'm afraid.

Yeah, the udder drops with age.

That's fine until she lies down.

It gets pushed to one side and then her
teats get trampled on by her neighbors.

Aye, if it ain't mabel to the right,

then it's buttercup to the left.

Come on, old lady...

Think it's all over with
the old girl, then?

That's for you to judge, Mr. dakin,

but with an animal her age,

you must expect problems.

All right, blossom old girl,
shan't be long now.

She'll not give you any
bother, Mr. farnon.

I must say, in all the years
I've treated her,

she's never shown the slightest
degree of ill temper.

That's because she knows
you're here to help her.

That's a good deal more than can be said
for most of our larger patients.

Never harmed anyone, hast thou, lass?

Not since the day she were born--

nighttime 12 year past--

when I had her out of Daisy.

It's amazing how time runs on.

Seems like it were yesterday when
I carried her out of this byre

on a sack and snow coming
down hard outside.

I shouldn't like to count how many

thousands of gallons of milk
she's turned out since.

What about now?

Naught but two a day now,

but the old lass doesn't owe
me a thing on that score.

But you're right...

Can't turn back clock.

Aye, old blossom's past it, all right.

Where exactly do you inject it then?

In the neck. That's what the string's for.

The neck? But it's her foot
that wants the curing.

You inject in the jugular vein,

then the bloodstream carries the drug

down to the source of
infection in the foot.

Go on.
- No, that's true.

Well, something new every day now.

Would you hold her head please?
- Aye.

Come on, girl.
- Thanks.

Hmm...

Right, that's it, Mr. Maxwell.

Nothing else?
- No.

With any luck, in a couple of
days she'll be on the mend.

I don't know, I've been
farming all my life,

but you fellas do things
I never dreamed of.

Progress.
- Aye.

Miss mcewan and Mr. farnon,

allow me to present to you a feast

to overwhelm the senses--

Buchanan's roast duck.

And now, the master touch,

20-year-old mactaggart islay malt.

Deirdre, would you be so kind?

Deirdre...

Tristan, this is your one.

This is mine.

Didn't we forget the vegetables?

No vegetables necessary, Tristan.

You have everything you need
in the Buchanan roast duck.

Mmm, it's wonderful,

don't you think so, tristan?
- Oh, yes.

Even the feathers.

♪ ye Bonnie boat ♪

♪ like the bird on the wing ♪

♪ over the sea to skye ♪

♪ carry the lad ♪

♪ that's born to be king ♪

♪ over the sea to skye-- ♪

a change of mood I think.

* the winds roar and the-- *
- May I have the pleasure?

Tristan, I'm not sure I know how to.
- Just leave it to me.

Enough of this ridiculous tea dancing.

Take your partners for something Scottish.

There, Tristan, you see,
this is real dancing.

Hello?

Who is this?
- Humphrey Cobb.

For God's sake, come out here.

My myrtle is dying.
- Dying?

Aye...

Gaspin' and panting

like she's done for.

Yes, all right, Mr. Cobb, I'll be
out there as quick as I can.

You just stay with her.

I'll just have a look at her, Mr. Cobb.

Thank you.
- You won't let her die, Mr. herriot?

She may be a dumb animal,

but my myrtle--

best friend

a man ever had.

And now--

now she's goin'.

Calm down.
- But, Mr. herriot--

she is not going to die.

She's just in perfect condition.

Pregnancy is progressing normally.

My neglect, all mine.

The whole day at catterick races

with never a thought for poor myrtle here.

She's been tied up here
all day by herself?

Nay, missus were with her.

She loves me, does my myrtle.

Oh, just look at her eyes.

You can tell she's suffering.

Oh, yeah, she's suffering, Mr. Cobb.

Aye, 'cause I left her.

No, because she's been tied
up next to this stove.

What's that?
- There's nothing wrong with her.

For a pregnant bitch, she's in
excellent state, excellent.

But-- but look how she's panting.

Mr. Cobb, you'd be panting spending
hours on end next to this heat.

Come on, old thing, come on, up you come.

Up you come, good girl.

That's it.

In you get, in you get, come on,

that's it, good girl.

Lie down, good girl,

that's better.

Aye, but you'll give
her something to take?

You know, do something?

But there's nothing wrong with--

you give her that.

That should do the trick.
- Eh... champion.

Set the mind at rest, you have.

Now come on, you'll have
one before you go--

make up for the loss of sleep like.

All right, thanks.

James herriot.

I suppose it'll be Jim?

Oh, if you like.

'Umphrey.
- Pardon?

'Umphrey to me friends.

There you are.
- Thank you.

I'm right grateful.

Your good health, Jim.
- Cheers.

Oh, yes, only the latest equipment's used

in fertility testing and
artificial insemination.

Is that your actual bull with
the bowler hat, then?

This is an artificial vagina, Mr. Hartley.

If you give me a chance, I'll show
you exactly how it works.

Get on with job, Mr. farnon,

we haven't got all day, thou knows.
- Right.

The procedure to test a bull's fertility--

now...

Here we have one cow in season.

I'm standing by her right shoulder.

Fine.

Over here, we have one
keen-as-mustard bull.

Now, all parties being
correctly positioned,

the bull, on the off, lunges
and mounts the cow.

The vet, that's me, intervenes
at the crucial moment

with the artificial vagina like so--

like so...

Between donor and receptor.

And we have on fine sample
of prime bull semen.

Ah, major bullivant.

Hello, I'm just demonstrating.

So, the semen is collected, counted
and stored for future use.

Any questions?

I'll tell you for naught, Mr. farnon,

it'll take more than knick-knack
there to keep my cows happy.

You really haven't been listening to a
word I've said, have you, Mr. Hartley?

I got the message. What happened?

Dusty's dead, Mr. herriot,
that's what's happened.

Mr. mallock.
- Aye, veterinary.

I asked Mr. mallock to wait
till you'd seen her.

I'll have to do a P.M.

I found her lying out like this
earlier this morning--

I still can't believe it's happened.

Neither can I, Mr. Maxwell.

This lump's a thrombus.

It's a clot in the vein.
- What would have caused that?

It could have been a contaminated needle,

but I'm sure my needle was sterile.

It's easy to see what went wrong
with her, veterinary.

It were black rot-- black rot followed
by stagnation of t'lung.

I can't put that in the report, can I?

It's easy to tell what went wrong
with her, you only have to look.

You can see it's either stagnation
of lung, black rot,

gallstone, or gastric ulcers
as always does for a beast.

An embolism killed that beast, a piece of the
clot broke away and it caused heart failure.

Ah, but it were black rot that
went wrong with it first.

What can I say?

Ah well...

These things happen in farming.

I've never killed a cow before.

Sometimes we have to destroy
animals-- acts of mercy,

but to kill a valuable animal
through sheer negligence--

James, you acted on the
best of intentions.

It's not good enough.

Does tom Maxwell blame you?

Not in so many words, no.

Has he said or done anything
to make you think he does?

Why should he when he can
sue? He's a good man,

but he's suffered a serious financial
loss and he can't afford it.

Do you think he really will sue?

It wouldn't take a legal genius
to prove negligence, would it?

No, he's in a position to cause a lot
of trouble for me and the practice.

I don't think he's that sort of man.

Oh, darling, he has to be that
kind of man or he goes under.

That's facts of life for small
farmers around here.

She's twitchin' something horrible.

It's distemper. I know the signs.

Now look, Humphrey--

on me hands and knees, I am.

All right, Humphrey, but if this
is another fool's errand...

Oh, thanks, Jim.

Tristan: Mr. sweetman?

Aye?
- Tristan farnon, you wrote to me in darrowby

about your fertility problems.

Aye, I did.

Myra, that Mr. farnon is here.

Missus will want to hear what you have to say.
- Ah...

The wife, myra, Mr. farnon.
- Oh...

How do you do, Mrs. sweetman?
- Hello.

How can I help you?

We heard you help folk-- give advice like.

I take it you've read the leaflets
from the ministry?

It were bloke in pub
that told us about you.

We got talking, and he swore you'd
be able to help us out.

I'm sure we'll be able
to manage something.

Should we perhaps speak inside?

Oh, I'd rather stay here, Mr. farnon.

I don't want me mom to hear what
you have to tell us like.

As you wish. So what's the problem?

Tell him, Harold.

You're the one that wanted to see him.

Go on.

Harold: Oh, all right then.

Right, the thing is, you see,

me and the missus here

have ourselves somewhat of a problem.

Five years we've been trying to breed 'em.

Which?
- How do you mean?

Cows, sheep, pigs?

I don't have nothing like that.

We do have an old dog though.

No, no, no, I mean what kind
of animals do you farm?

We don't have a farm.

Doesn't this small holding belong to you?

It belongs to my mom.
She's poorly just now,

so me and Harold come over from
sheffield to help her out.

Sheffield?

Harold: I work in the foundry there.

Mr. sweetman, what exactly
are you trying to breed?

Nippers, Mr. farnon.

Me and the misses just don't seem
to be able to make a go of it.

And you're expert, aren't you?

James: "Distemper," he said--
"it's her leg, Jim,

it's twitching somewhat horrible."

And it was just a flea-bite?

He got me out of bed to tell
me that myrtle had an itch.

It's plain to see you're treating
the man and not the dog, James.

Humphrey's a perfectly
respectable pet owner,

but you get him near a bottle and
he drowns in guilt and glutinous

sentimentality.

Maybe it's time to put the foot down.

Yes, I shall-- when myrtle's had the pups,

if I don't drop dead from
lack of sleep first.

There's a grand young cow then.

Five days calving, in every way correct--
just dropped a third calf.

What will anybody give us for her?
Will anybody give me £55 anywhere?

£50 anybody? Well, a £40 bid then.

£40 bid at 41-2-3-

44-45-6-47-

48-49-49-£50-51,

52-3-53-4-54-5

£55. Have you all finished
at 55? Mr. Maxwell.

They're grand little
heifers, Mr. thackery,

and a bargain at the price,

come around you, come on.

What have we got here?

Come on, come on.

Nice little lot. Go on.
- Good, good, come on.

Hello, Jack.
- Mr. herriot.

Rounding them all up, Jack, are you?

Always something to take in, Mr. farnon.

That's right, that's right.

Oh no.
- What's the matter?

Tom Maxwell.

"Of all men else, I had avoided thee."

Looks as if he's bought himself a new cow.

Probably to replace the one I lost.

Had any contact with him since then?
- No, nothing, not a word.

Not even a solicitor's letter.
- Tempt not Providence, James.

You wouldn't be the first
experienced breeder

to put your money in an also-ran.

Oh, the missionary at work
among the unbelievers.

I'll be off, siegfried, I'm
due back at the surgery.

What's this, Mr. Hartley, a new purchase?

Aye, he comes from one
of the big dairy boys.

He's naught but a young 'un,
but he's a keen youth.

Famous last words, Mr. Hartley.

Your brother wants me to have him
fertility tested, Mr. farnon.

You know that newfangled way
he's always going on about.

It's sound advice.

It's really quite a simple procedure.

The benefit's considerable.

You've done it before?
- Oh, yes,

I'm familiar with it.
- If you think it best, let's have it done then.

You won't regret it, Mr. Hartley.

Give him a couple of days to settle
in, then he can tackle the job.

Is there anything special
you want me to do?

No, just your bull, a nice
attractive cow in season

and you may safely leave the rest to us.

Your sleepless nights are over,
James, myrtle has had her pups.

Oh, really, when?
- Humphrey telephoned this morning.

Mother and the babies
are doing really well.

Thank God for that. Was he sober?

Stone cold.
- Oh.

He wants me to visit, I suppose?
- No, no.

"Leave it to myrtle," Humphrey says.

He must be sober.

All right...
- Yup.

That enough?
- A touch more.

That's it.

Okay.

Hear that, Mr. farnon?

Cheeky young bugger's as keen as mustard.

That's just how we want him, Mr. Hartley.

That's a rum-looking thing and all.

Are you sure bull won't mind you fellas

interfering with his natural rights?

Not once he's had his wicked way, Mr. Hartley.
- And bull won't object?

The water's at blood temperature, he'll
think he's inside the heifer.

That's real cunning.

Right, I'm going in.

Be ready when I give the word.

Tristan: It's the other side, actually, siegfried.
- What?

Right, Mr. Hartley.

All right, tom.

Back, back, go back.

Go back, back!

By God, Mr. farnon, hell of a
job, this testing business.

This is a temporary setback-- that's all.

Is it always like this?
- Only in exceptional cases.

Useless.
- We'll have to come back again.

Oh, not to worry, not to worry,

another bit of excitement
to look forward to.

If I'd have known it'd be this much fun,

I'd had you chaps here weeks ago.

Rosie...

Look, darling, look,

if you go right-- right underneath,

where you bite some root off,

it gets all loose and comes away.

Helen: James!
- Hmm?

James!

Tom Maxwell wants to see you.

Me?
- Yes.

His expensive new cow is sick

and he would very much like you to take
a look at her tomorrow morning.

Really?

Theory is one thing, getting the job
done something entirely else.

I can't honestly see where I went wrong.

Siegfried, you grabbed hold of his old
man, no wonder he went for you.

How else can one ensure that the
a.V. Is properly positioned?

Only a guiding touch on
the sheath is needed.

Honestly, more like the moment of truth

in a Madrid bullring than
a simple fertility test.

Tyrone power in "blood and sand" had
nothing on your performance in there.

All right, time you stepped into
the center of the ring.

I'll be your banderillero.
- How do you mean?

Since you're the undoubted expert, you can
be the matador in the next corrida.

Me?
- You.

Rather poor.
- I don't know why.

She's had nothing but the best of
stuff to eat. What could it be?

It could be traumatic reticulitis.

I'd guess she swallowed a wire.

Still, we can't be sure until I've
completed the examination.

What's the problem, Mr. herriot?

Pulse, respiration, temperature-- normal.

I don't think it is a wire.

I thought it were colic the way
she kept kicking at her belly.

Yes, right, there you are, look.

In the urine, traces of blood--

and worse.

I think it's her kidneys.
- Kidneys?

They're probably infected--
and the bladder too.

Thanks.

Thanks, Mr. Maxwell.

Can you hold her tail please?
- Yup.

Thanks. Not too tight.

Yes,

I think it's a condition
called pyelonephritis.

Hmm? Is it serious?

Yes, Mr. Maxwell, very serious.

Oh, is there aught you can give her?

Penicillin...

But you can't get it in injectable
form, you see?

Well, that's it then.

What are you doing, Mr. herriot?

I think I've found a way to get this
penicillin into that cow of yours.

Can you open all the other tubes please?

That's full.

Ready when you are, veterinaries.
- Right.

See you've got yourself a new doings then.

Naught like a bit of excitement
when you're on the job.

We'll need some warm water, Mr. Hartley.

It's in there.
- Could you fill it for me, please?

In there, and make sure the stopper's
securely tight when you put it back.

Aye, won't be long.

I think you can safely leave
this me, siegfried.

Sí, señor.

Mr. Hartley!
- Hartley: I'm coming, coming!

Right, let's have him out.

All right, tom.

All right now, bring him forward, tom.

That's it, bring him forward.

Okay...

All right, we're there.

Hold him, tom, hold him!

Mr. Hartley, this water's boiling.

The kettle had just boiled when
I went into the house.

Tristan: I said warm, this is scalding.

Oh, that's why you took
off without doing job?

Can you blame him?

Just hold on to him, tom.

Right, I'll say when.

Hold him!

By God, pay £1000 to see a catch
like that at headingley.

Ah, yes!

You've got a sample?
- About three ccs worth by the look of it.

Won't take a moment to check out his form.

By God, veterinary, that young brother
of yours missed his vocation.

He's a man of many parts.

I've never seen aught move so quick.

I can't wait to get you fellas back again.

You have a fine fertile
animal, Mr. Hartley.

He'll turn out no end of
top-rate calves for you.

That's grand. I'm glad he's up to scratch.

Olé, Tristan.

I would award you both ears and the tail.

Well, thank goodness somebody
in the family can do it.

James.
- Siegfried.

What's this? A plague of mastitis?

I'm using it to treat
tom Maxwell's heifer.

For pyelonephritis?
- Correct.

But how?
- Injection actually.

I see. An oil-based penicillin
compound normally squeezed

into the teat canal of an udder--
and you are injecting it?

I've all ready pumped
in a box of the stuff

and I need more-- much more
than we have in stock.

But the animal may not be able to
absorb penicillin in this form.

Yes, possibly.

Nor can you have any idea of the
appropriate dose for a bovine.

After my last brilliant effort,
I want this animal to live.

So much that you abandon sober remedies

and enter the realms of
blind improvisation?

Maybe I don't know what I'm doing exactly,

but penicillin-- in whatever form--
- Penicillin? Yes.

Must offer some hope, which is
better than no hope at all.

I must get back. Please get some more
of this stuff from mannerton?

I'm due out to old dakin's,

but I'll get Tristan to take
some out to Maxwell's.

Thank you.
- James!

An awfully innovative notion,
don't you think?

Rather unlike me, do you mean?
- Wholly.

"Practitioners should never lack
faith in their new remedies,"

isn't that what you said?

It's old blossom, Mr. farnon--
got stood on again.

Not so bad as t'other times,

but I want you to see to her just the same.
- All right, let's have a look.

Oh yes, that's just a scratch.

It's easily cleared up.

I want her to be fit
for when she goes off.

She's going, Mr. dakin?

Aye, naught else for it.

You said yourself she were
past it, and you're right.

She's too old to be any good to me,

and no use to herself like this--

getting herself cut up and such.

I see.

I asked Jack dodson to come and pick
her up for market on Thursday.

She'll be a bit tough eating,

but I reckon she's good for
a few steak pies or summat.

What are you gawping at,
you daft old thing?

Go on, get back to your hay.

I'll see you before you go, Mr. farnon.

Right you are, Mr. dakin.

Tristan: James.
- In here, tris.

There you are.
- Good timing.

Looks like the aftermath of some
veterinary battle of the somme.

Just open all of those tubes, would you, tris?
- Coming right up.

Siegfried told me what you're up to,

or what you're not up to, since you
haven't a clue what you're doing.

It's no mystery. I'm wicking in
as much penicillin as I can--

why is it the truly mad
always sound so sane?

This cow is still alive.
- True, must count for something.

How much of this stuff do you want?
- All of it.

Precise, decisive and wonderfully
unscientific.

I do hope this tidal wave of
unreason isn't catching.

The tubes, tris, please.
- Right.

You finish that injection
and I'll take over.

It's all right, I can manage.

You're shattered, it's
time to take a break.

I'll tell you something,

it's one for the books, this little
effort of yours, James.

I'd swap you for the life of this cow.

Mr. farnon.
- Hello, Mrs. greenlaw.

Leave it, Mrs. greenlaw.

Right, Mr. farnon.

Calum!

Siegfried.

Interesting.

You're not consulting the
delphic oracle, calum.

It is in fact the cast of the tito alba.

Your bird, should you need reminding.

Yes, look, he's showing mice
remnants in his cast.

Been doing a little extracurricular
dining, have we, Hector?

Had you fixed the latch on
your door as I asked you--

I have.
- Better late than never. Now would you kindly

keep him under control
and away from surgery?

Hector is to be released back into
the wild this very weekend.

Yes, excellent.

"Scotland the brave" )

You all done then?

Yes, with a bit of help from Tristan.

Aye, you've been goin' at it all hard.

Do you reckon there's any chance for her?

I wouldn't like to bet on it.

Nothing more we can do, just wait
and see what happens, eh?

Aye.

Right, I'll call back tomorrow.
Good night, Mr. Maxwell.

Good night.
- Good night.

Anything else?

Humphrey: The misses says she's
been acting up all day--

walking stiff when she let her
out to do her business.

There is nothing wrong with myrtle,
I have told you again and again.

But you must come, Jim.
- No, no, Humphrey, not tonight.

Tonight I intend to go to bed where
I intend to go to sleep.

Don't say that, Jim.

She's really going, I mean it.
- Listen, Humphrey,

it's a waste of my time and your money.

She is perfectly all right.

Now I suggest you go to bed too.

We'll both feel a lot better
after a good night's rest.

Oh, Jim--

that is the first time I've
ever heard you say no.

Yes...

Well, it couldn't go on.

I'm absolutely...

Exhausted.

Oh my God.
- What is it?

Eclampsia.
Helen, that dog's got eclampsia!

But you said--
- All the right symptoms.

A nursing bitch, anxiety, stiff movements,
and now trembling and prostate.

Classic symptoms of puerperal eclampsia.

This time myrtle really is dying.
- Oh James.

Can you tell calum we're leaving?

I'll have to work fast and I need you.
- Yes.

Hurry up, darling, please.

Thank God you come.
- All right.

Calcium, 10 ccs.

You won't let her die on me, Jim?

This calcium should do the trick,

Humphrey.

You better keep the nembutal
handy, just in case.

Hold the vein out, would you?
- Yeah.

Humphrey: My fault.

Deserves something better
than a scamp like me.

I'd love a cup of tea, Humphrey.
- Always t'same when I leave.

I think my husband would like one too.
- Please, Humphrey.

But my myrtle.

We'll take care of myrtle.

Aye, you get on with the job.

Helen: Mr. Cobb.

There you are, Humphrey.

Grand to see her back to her old self.

You know, I learned something tonight.

What's that?

What a silly beggar I am, that's what.

All these nights getting
your husband out of bed.

Me imagining things-- always
thinking myrtle is sick.

Actually, tonight--
- You don't have to tell me.

Done it again, didn't I?

Well, it's happened for the last time.

Look at her,

any fool could see

there never was nothing wrong
with my myrtle tonight.

That penicillin will soon have her firing

on all four cylinders again, Mr. dakin.

Aye...

Man: Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Jack dodson--

he's come to collect poor
old blossom for t'mart.

Whoa out there. Go on.

Cush, cush, cush, go on!

Whoa, cow, whoa.

Mr. dakin, Mr. farnon.
- Jack.

Nicely behaved pair you've
gathered in there, Jack.

Oh aye, and there's more to come.

Ready for off, is she, Mr. dakin?

Aye.

Easy to see which one
thou wants me to take.

It's that old screw over there, aye?

Aye, that's her.

Let's have a look.

Come on, old lass,

it's time to go.

Come on, let's be having thee then.

Nay, don't hit her!
- I never hit 'em, you know that, Mr. dakin,

I just send them on.

I know, I know, but thou'll not
need stick with this 'un.

She'll go wherever thou wants--
always has done.

Come on, then.
- Come on, bloss.

Off you go, go on, lass.
- Come on, bloss.

Go on, come on, come on,

take thee a walk, go on.

Go on, go on.

Steady, girl, steady, come on,

steady, girl, come on, go on, steady.

Come on, blossom old lass, come on.

Come on, lass.
- Right, Mr. farnon.

Let's get on with our job then.

Honestly, James, I know Deirdre's
a kind-hearted girl,

but the way she's been going on about
that filthy dinner of his...

A man of unconscious charm, is calum.

Charm! My dear James, the
man's a raving eccentric.

He's practically certifiable.

I don't know how you can bear
to have him in the house.

Just because he stole your
thunder for one night--

it's just that she was so nice to him.

He's the sort of chap who can't
see through a thing like that.

James, that was tom Maxwell on the phone.

He wants to see you urgently.
- Did he say why?

No, just that he wants to
see you straightaway.

God, I bet that cow's died.
- Surgery's over, I'll go with you.

I've got a vested interest.

Thanks, tris. I'll see you later.

That's it for today, Mr. dakin.

I'll be back in a couple or three days.
- Shh, veterinary.

Come back, have you, old lass?

There you are, you old bugger.

Sorry, Mr. dakin, but she turned off

real cunnin' like at the end of the path.

That's all right, Jack,
it's not your fault.

What's to do, Mr. dakin? They're waiting
for me at mart, thou knows.

You'll just have to go without
her then, Jack.

Oh, I know you'll think I'm
daft, but that's how it is.

T'old girl's come home

and she's staying home.

Something to show you.

Took that out of the cow not an hour ago.

It's absolutely clear.

My God.

It worked.
- Yes.

I couldn't be sure till
you had a look at her.

You're a ruddy genius, James.

You realize he's brought that
cow back from the dead?

I know what he's done and I've been
meaning to complain about it.

Ah, about dusty.

Have I ever said anything
to blame you for that?

No, but I was responsible.
- Not in my book, you weren't.

No, it's something else I'm talking about.

You think I've nothing better to do than
follow you around these past days?

How do you mean?
- These empty tubes.

You've been throwing them
all over t'floor of barn.

Aye, leaving me to clear you damn mess.
- Sorry, I didn't realize.

No, you wouldn't, you've been
too busy curin' me cow.

I'm only having you on, lad,
don't take it amiss.

I'm much obliged to you.

He doesn't blame me at all.
- He's a one off, tom Maxwell.