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Come on, me sweet. There we go.

There's a good girl.

There we are. There's a good girl.

Come on. There we are.

All right, Dolly. All right. There we are.

It's all right. Just have a look.

Shh, Dolly. It's all right. Sorry.

All thumbs this morning, Mr. hawley.

How did she do this?

I were bringing her mother in to exercise.
I got her as far as yard

when the little one decided
to go as well. Daft bugger.

Didn't bother with t'open gate.
Jumped straight over wall!

Must have thought she were
running at aintree.

Gave herself a right crack. I thought
it were broke at first.

It's too blooming easy at
this age, Mr. hawley.

What is she now... seven months?
- Going on eight.

She's beautiful.

How did you get her away from her mother?

I think Roy Rogers calls it "rustling."

Morning, Mr. hawley.
- Morning, Mrs. herriot.

A grand old house is
skeldale, Mr. herriot,

but it's a woman killer, I'll say that.
- You're right, Mr. hawley.

It doesn't matter how many fires
we have going in there,

it's still cold enough to hang meat in.

Difficult to keep clean too.
- It's impossible.

I'm going to give her an anti-tetanus
jab, Mr. hawley.

All right. It's all right.

I'll dust it with a sulfanilamide.
Should do the trick.

Whatever you say, Mr. herriot.

You keeping pigs, Mr. herriot?

Pigs? No. Why do you ask?

Morning, James.

James: Calum.
- Good morning, Mr. hawley.

Morning, Mr. Buchanan.

Smells like you overcooked
that one, if you ask me.

A bit gamey, that's all. Eat it
myself when the mood takes me.

That's a right fair stink
is that, Mr. herriot.

What's he got in there? Sheep's cleansings?
- Tripe, Mr. hawley.

Just tripe.

You all right, Mr. herriot?

Right, where's this calf then?
- Not far now, Mr. herriot.

Grand milkers, these two. Might make
some smashing cheese of them.

And it's good milk, isn't it?
- Yes, yes, it is.

All right, Lionel, you get ahold
of him for me, please?

Thanks.

Have you got him?

He's all right, isn't he, Mr. herriot?

I'm not sure, Lionel.

I think he has a touch of bronchitis.

A bit rough in the lungs.

We don't want him getting pneumonia.

103.

Shall I drench him, Mr. herriot?
- No, better not.

He might inhale it. I'll give
him a couple of injections.

It should do the trick.

You still repairing that road up on consell moor?
- We are that.

Got more potholes than the moon,
that bit of road has.

Well, if anyone can mend
it, you can, Lionel.

Same as you with stock, eh, Mr. herriot?

Mr. herriot. There's something
I wanted to ask you.

Oh, what's that?

Tell you what it is. I fancy going
in for pigs in a big way.

How big?
- Just pigs.

Lots of pigs and naught else, and
keep them in a proper place.

That'll mean building a piggery, you know?
- No need.

Dennis black's after selling his.

He hasn't done much with it since the war.

It's been standing empty now
for what, nigh on six month.

That'll cost a fortune.
- I've got the money.

My Uncle died.

It's not a fortune, thou knows,

but I could branch out a bit now.

If that's what you really want, Lionel.

I always thought you were happy with
the stock you've already got.

I mean, how old are you?
- Coming up 50.

Mind you, like they say,
you're never too old

to have a go at something new, don't they?

My mind's made up. I've got to have a go.

If I don't try, I'll never know, will I?
- Absolutely.

Well, good luck, Lionel.

Thank you, Mr. herriot. Thank you.

Mange?
- It's only a touch.

If you remember to put the drops in twice
a day and wipe it with cotton wool,

in a few days it'll be fine.
- Oh, thank you, Mr. herriot.

She was scratching herself to pieces,

poor thing, didn't know which way to turn.

I'll come and see her again in a week.
- Thank you, Mr. herriot.

You've got a lovely house, Mrs. dryden.

And your garden's a treat.
- Aye, it is that.

But I'm leaving soon.

Oh really? Why's that?

The top and the bottom of
it is I need the money.

Robert didn't leave me very
much when he died.

Where will you live then?
- With my sister, in houlton.

I'll be all right there,

but I'll be sorry to move t'house.

I'm putting it up for sale, you see.

How much are you asking for it?
- I'm hoping to get £2,000.

It'll come in right handy for
me old age, I can tell you.

Mrs. dryden, I don't suppose you'd
consider selling it to me?

I would if I could, Mr. herriot,

but all the arrangements have been made.

It goes up for auction at the drover's
arms a week next Wednesday.

Is anybody after it?
- Not as I know of, no.

A week on Wednesday.
- Aye, a week on Wednesday it is.

Right.

Bye, Mrs. dryden.
- Bye.

Mr. bootland?

I suppose you're herriot, are you?
- That's right.

You telephoned about a dog.
- Aye, that I did.

Damn thing's got distemper.

I want you to take it
away and get rid of it.

I would have shot it myself if gun
weren't in for an overhaul.

This way.

Come on, Malcolm,

there's still a big gob
under the wheel arches.

We don't want the damn thing
going rusty, do we?

No, dad.
- No.

Not many around here can afford
one of them things.

Cost me 300 quid, it did.

I bet the buggers'll want to borrow it.

I just hope they don't hold
their breath, that's all.

Bootland: There you are.

I know hard pad when I see it.

Take it away with you and put it down

before he gives it to the rest of dogs.

Let me be the judge of that, Mr. bootland.

Aye... that's what we
pay you for, isn't it?

I'm delighted to be able to tell you
that your dog has not got distemper.

What he has got is a swollen pad.
It's a splinter, or a wire.

Hardly warrants the death
sentence, would you say?

If they can't pay for their keep,

best get rid of them, that's what I say.

That go for your son too?

Well, get on with it, man.

Earn thyself a few Bob.

Cannot stand around jawing all day.

I'm to carry on, am I?
- Suit thyself.

I'll give it one last chance.

Five Bob that dog cost me.

If your bill comes to more than that,

it's you who pays it.

Siegfried: Rupe! Will!

Anybody here?

Rupe!

Will!

It's the vet!

Ah, rupe! There you are!

Is that you, Mr. farnon?

Yes, rupe, it's me! Got it in one!

Morning, Mr. farnon.

Morning, will.
- You'll have to excuse my brother.

His eyes are that bad, he can't
see his own shoes no more!

That's a load of old taters, Mr. farnon.

Eyes are as good as his, if not better.

He can only read headlines in t'paper.

I've come to test the cows.
Aren't they ready?

They're not in. He hasn't kept them in.

What's it got to do with me?

I told you the postcard
said it were today!

It were me who said it were today!
- Fetch card from house

and let's have a look at it then!
- How can I, you daft beggar?

Beggar- you burned it!
- That's perfectly all right.

There's nothing to worry about. I'm
here, the cows are in the field.

It can't take long to
bring them in, surely.

You're right there, Mr.
Farnon, door's open.

I'll soon call them in.

Come on, spotty nose, come on, big lugs!

Come on, mucky tail,

come on, fat tits!

Come on, fuzzy top! Let's be havin' ye!

You must excuse my brother, Mr. farnon.

I keep telling him not to call
the cows such daft names.

Will: Come on, long legs!

Come on, slow coach!

Come on, dopey!

Come on, mangle!

Come on, string bag!

Come on, mae west; Come on, princess!

Come on, rolls royce!

Come on, woodbine!

God, grant me patience in my hour of need.

I'm coming! That's all you
buggers think about!

I just hope you're turning this
lot into bacon, that's all.

Its stones haven't dropped.

He's as wild as a zebra.

I'd end up in plaster
if I rode this thing.

He's not a slot machine, Mr. bootland,
and those aren't pennies.

No, they're not pennies.

They're guineas. All 50 of them.

That's what this animal cost me.

Well, can you make them drop?

He's a three-year-old, isn't he?

Aye, but he doesn't think that.

Well, I can try some hormone treatment.

I can give him two or three
injections of testosterone,

see if that'll bring them down.

If not, it would have to be surgery.

Which is cheapest?
- Well, the injections, naturally.

Then you'd better give
him one, hadn't you?

I'd look well in a ditch with lord
brawton looking down, wouldn't I?

Ah, you ride with the darly Dale, do you?

Man and boy.

Only for them as can afford it.

Where's herriot? I asked for him.

Mr. herriot? He's...

I suppose he's too busy
slaughtering something.

I just come home from work to feed them,

and I knew right away there was summat up.

What were the symptoms?
- They hadn't been doing right.

Not thriving like t'others, you know?

Kind of crambly on their back
legs and scouring a bit.

And when I found that dead one, I worried.

All right, let's have
a look at the others.

Where did you get this lot?
- Haverton market.

They seemed a right good level
bunch when I got them,

but they've gone down a piece. Now
I've got a dead 'un on me hands.

106.
- That's bad, isn't it?

Yes, it is bad, Lionel.

I'll open up the dead one,
have a look inside.

I'll get my knife.

Thinking of buying a new place,
are you, Mrs. herriot?

You can trust me.
- Something you put in my mind, Mrs. greenlaw.

Not that it didn't fall
on very fertile ground.

Folk have to do as they think
best for theirselves.

I'd hate to leave this house.
It really is lovely.

Especially in the summer.

But quite apart from sharing it with
Mr. Buchanan and his menagerie,

there's the rest of darrowby and their
dogs and cats and sheep and goats.

I'm quite sure James would like
to live away from the job too.

Aye, that's the way I'd
like it, to be sure.

I'd appreciate it if you kept it under
your hat for the time being.

I'm just having a look at what
there is for what we've got.

Not a very encouraging business.

I'm sorry about this, Lionel.

I need to report this to the ministry,
a suspected case of swine fever.

Oh hell.
- I can't be certain till they confirm it.

I'll get this sample sent off to
the laboratories in surrey.

Is there naught that you can do to cure them?
- No. It's a virus, you see.

No known cure yet.

What about the others? Does it spread?

Spread? It spreads like wildfire.

So from now on, you take every precaution.

You keep a tray of disinfectant
outside the pen,

and dip your boots every time
you walk in. All right?

What happens if me other pigs get
it? How many of them's gonna die?

The mortality rate is extremely high.

I could be wrong about this, you know.

If you are, it'll be the
first time, Mr. herriot.

Bless my soul! If it isn't Mr.
Tristan farnon himself,

come to treat the sick,
the lazy and the lame.

Afternoon, Mr. stott. How are you keeping?

All right as ninepence, Mr.
Farnon. Right as ninepence.

I were expecting Mr. siegfried. It
were him who answered the phone.

Mr. siegfried's got a case of undescended
testicles to contend with.

Well, tell him for me to drink rhubarb
water and chew on a copper nail.

That'll put him right. You mark my words!
- It's a horse, Mr. stott.

Well it's good for man
and beast, that one.

Yes, I'm sure it is. Shall we
go and see this cow of yours?

Aye, we will at that, Mr.
Farnon. We will at that.

What's up, Mr. farnon?

What's up, Mr. stott, is that

I cannot for the life of me find
anything wrong with her.

Well, no wonder. There's
naught wrong with her.

Naught at all!

Now, now, Mr. farnon, I know
you can take a joke!

There's naught like a good
laugh now and again, eh?

This is the cow I really
want you to look at.

She's got a touch of slow fever.

She's got that sweet smell about
her and she's losing flesh.

Sounds like it. I'll just check her over.

Could you pass me that spoon, please?
- Spoon?

What the hell for?
Is there something wrong?

It's maybe nothing. Could be
nothing at all. Don't worry.

Just get me the spoon, please.

My God!

It's there!

I thought I heard it.
- What's there?

What are you talking about?
- The tinkle.

The tinkle? What bloody tinkle?

It's a tinkling sound you get in
displacement of the abomasum.

Displacement of the what?
What the hell's that?

It's a condition, very rare, mind you,

where the fourth stomach, or abomasum, slips
round from the right side to the left.

I'm awfully sorry, Mr. stott, but
it's a very serious ailment.

What about that sweet smell? That's
slow fever. I'd know that anywhere.

Yes, you do get that acetonemia
smell with a displacement.

It's very easy for the layman
to confuse the two things.

My God. What's gonna happen now?

Well, I'm afraid she'll have to
undergo a very large operation.

It's much too big for me alone.
I'll have to get another vet.

Yes, but, Mr. farnon--

you see, Mr. stott, one
of us has to open up

the right side, and the other, the left.

I'm afraid it's a very big job indeed.

And it'll cost a fortune
as well, won't it?

I'm afraid so, Mr. stott.

My God!

What about after the operation?

Is she going to be all right?
- I can't guarantee it, I'm sorry to say,

but most of them do quite well.

Most of them?

What happens if you don't operate?

Well, in that case, she'll
just waste away and die.

You can see she's losing flesh already.

I know how you feel, Mr. stott.

It's a big operation.
Really major surgery.

You could always send her in
for slaughter, if you like.

Send her in for slaughter?
She's a damn good cow!

I'm not sending her in for slaughter.
- All right then.

Let's get on with the job.
I'll phone the surgery,

either Mr. siegfried or Mr. herriot
will come with the equipment.

Oh my God.

It's all right, Mr. stott.

I'm just kidding.

What?
- I'm kidding.

I'm just kidding. It's my idea of a
joke. She's only got acetonemia.

A couple of bottles of glycerine
and she'll be fine!

I'll go and get them from the car.

I know you can take a joke.

Like you say, there's naught like a
good laugh now and again, is there?

40 guineas, Mr. herriot.

But I paid 50 for it...

And that was only a month ago.

I thought you told me it would
appreciate in value.

Oh it will, Mr. herriot, if
you keep it long enough.

But you're selling and I'm buying,
if that's what you want.

I had no idea that marketplace ethics
extended to the family jeweler.

40, Mr. herriot. That's the best I can do.

I'll take it.

How can anybody be expected to understand
these ministry forms?

Have you read this? Why can't
they use plain English?

Oh dear.

Come on, then. Let me try.

I just want to be left to get on with my
own job, and to hell with the paperwork.

Come on, James, it's got to be done.

If it is swine fever and you don't report
it, think of the consequences.

The min. Of ag. Will be down here like
a shot. Trace the blunder back to me.

It's Lionel, you see.

He's sunk every penny he's
got into that piggery.

It could ruin him, you know?

Oh yes, I see what they mean.

What would I do without you?

Who knows?

I saw Mrs. dryden the other day.

Said she was selling up.
- Yes?

Selling her house and going
to live with her sister.

Beautiful garden with that house.
- So I hear.

Good day in brawton?

Yes, quite good.

Umm, about Lionel's pigs,

are they large whites or large yorkshires?

Large yorkshires.

Large yorkshires.

But you live in a perfectly respectable
house already, Mr. herriot.

I can't for the life of me think
why you want to buy another one.

Mr. Gregson, that perfectly respectable
house, as you call it,

is a rambling pile with all the
attributes of a wind tunnel.

Besides it doesn't belong to us,
it belongs to Mr. farnon,

and with the best will in the
world, we can't expect him

to let us live there rent free forever.

But you're asking me to loan
you £1,900, Mr. herriot.

With absolutely no security.
- Security?

I have trusted you with my
money for over 10 years.

All I'm asking is that you trust me
with some of yours for a change.

Mmmm...

Well...

In the light of your reselling the ring--

a flippant purchase, if I may say so--

I, we-- the bank, that is--

would be prepared to extend your overdraft

to £1,500.

That is, 600 you owe already,

plus another 900.
- 900?

I couldn't buy a Dutch barn for that
kind of money and you know it.

Judging by your description
of skeldale house,

I'd say there wasn't much to
choose between the two.

Stay where you are, Mr. herriot.

At least you're living rent-free.

That would be the prudent thing to do.

I'll take the money. Thank you.

So be it, Mr. herriot.

So be it.

Dropped yet, have they?
- Not yet, Mr. bootland.

Not yet, they haven't.

But they will, won't they, young man?

You've got a fine animal
there, Mr. bootland.

Has he got a good leap in him? What's
he like over the fences?

Wouldn't know. Haven't tried him yet.

Might not neither.
- Why on earth not?

If ever a horse was bred
for the field, he was.

You know what they say-- "once
a rig, always a rig."

He could have 10 stones, wouldn't
make a slight bit of difference.

Once they've got it into their mind to
be flighty, naught'll change them.

No, no... don't agree with that at all.

Once he's back to normal, you've got
a horse here who'll head the field.

If you like him that
much, make me an offer.

What?

I don't know what to say. You--
you-- you caught me on the hop.

I thought I was getting him
right for you to ride.

75 guineas, nuts and all.

You pay your own bills, mind.

I shall need time to think
about it, Mr. bootland.

Come on, you vets are rolling in it!

We might be rolling in something,
but it certainly isn't money.

Let me think about it, will you?

You do that.

You do that.

Well, well...

Hello, tris.
- James.

Oh no, not another dead pig.
- Yep.

Lionel was just wheeling
it out when I arrived.

Still no confirmation from the ministry?

Nope.
- Oh to hell with this!

I'll go and jazz them up a bit.

Susan, darling.

Tristan farnon.

Yes. Look, I need to get through to
the swine fever boffins pronto.

Would you? You're an absolute angel.
Thanks.

Patterson? Farnon here, a.I.

I've got a chap who's rather anxious
about his s.F. Results.

I wonder if you--

super.

Uh... brough, Lionel.

Really?

That's very good news. Thanks,
Patterson. I owe you one.

Negative, James!
- That's impossible.

They had swine fever written all
over it. And so does this one.

That's what the boffins say. Would you
mind if I came out with you tomorrow?

I'd rather like to have a
look at this one myself.

Yes, thanks, tris. Why don't
you stay the night?

And eat one of Helen's memorable
dinners? Done.

Next to seeing Deirdre again, that's the
most delightful event on my social calendar.

Where is the cook of my life, by the way?
- She's in brawton.

And since I'll have to ask the cook of
your life to help me with this rotten job,

why don't you take evening surgery?

Mr. teasdale, I'm beginning to suspect
you've got the wrong idea

about the financial
status of a country vet.

But times are good in the farming
business, Mrs. herriot.

I've every confidence in
your husband's future.

Well, that's very encouraging.

Unfortunately, it doesn't
secure us a loan.

Ah.

Good evening, ladies and gent--

nice dogs. Good dogs.

Calm down!

For God's sake, did you hear me?
Calm down!

Hello! Is anybody there?

Does anyone own these wonderful beasts?

Can anyone hear me?

Will someone come and take
these bloody dogs away?

Tristan, are you all right?

Of course I'm not all right!

Those blasted dogs nearly had my hide.

Which blasted dogs?
- Those devils incarnate in there!

Calum--

oh, there you are, boys.

This is where you've been hiding.

Been hiding?

What, do you mean these dogs are yours?
- Not mine exactly.

More Deirdre's.

Deirdre's?
- Yes. They're Deirdre's dogs.

I'm looking after them for
her while she's away.

Siegfried!
- Siegfried: Yeah?

Come and have a drink.

Snap out of it, tris.
- It's a damn cheek, James.

I actually work with the woman.
Why can't she entrust her dogs to me while she's away?

Perhaps she thinks he'll feed
them with roast duck.

Hello, Tristan. Had a good day?
- Perfectly filthy, thank you.

Thank you, James. That'll be very welcome.

Siegfried, Lionel's pigs--

what the hell is the min.
Of ag. Playing at?

Can you tell me how they diagnose swine
fever from those samples we sent them?

I'll tell you exactly.
It's perfectly simple.

They take the length of bowel out
of the little box we send,

and then they Chuck it up
against the ceiling.

If it sticks there, it's swine fever.

If it falls, it isn't. That's
all there is to it.

Don't be too hard on the ministry
boys, siegfried.

Don't forget they've got to be 101%
certain before they confirm.

They'd look damn silly if they were wrong.

Tris. It's a textbook case!
- I'm not so sure.

Lots of things can look like swine fever.

By the way, did you know these
damn dogs belong to Deirdre?

And calum's fostering them?

I think it's unethical.
- My poor little brother.

"A mighty pain to love it is,

and 'tis a pain that pain to miss..."

"But of all pains, the greatest pain

it is to love..."
- Both: "...But love in vain."

James: What do you think?
- Tristan: It can't be anything else.

It's got to be swine fever.
- What the hell are we gonna do?

As far as I can tell, there's
only one solution.

He's got to slaughter the whole lot.

If I were him, I'd get Jeff
mallock up here right away.

Some of them aren't even infected.

Look at the end pen... and this one.

Not a sign.
- They could go down overnight.

£5 to a blood orange if
we came back tomorrow,

the whole place would be like a mortuary.
- He'd be ruined.

There's no discrimination where
swine fever is concerned.

Suppose we let him send the
healthy ones for slaughter?

Strictly speaking, we don't
have a case of swine fever

until it's confirmed by the labs.

So we could at least save some
of his bacon, so to speak.

Better tell him.

Well?

You'll have to slaughter every healthy
pig in the place, Lionel.

But there's hardly any of them ready.

There's in-pig sows and all sorts.
- I know,

but if the disease is confirmed, you may
well lose the lot. Every last one of them.

You're already under restrictions, you
can't send any of them to market.

I'll give you a license so you can
send the healthy ones for bacon.

I'll even sign it myself.

Aye, but I--

look, once it gets to the other pigs,

Mr. herriot won't be allowed by
law to give you a license.

This way we'll save you a couple
of thousand pounds.

It's either that, or
just watching them die.

What about the bacon pigs, the porkers?

I'd get a damn sight more for them
in a couple of months' time.

James: If swine fever is confirmed,
you won't get a penny.

So what do you want, see them properly
slaughtered or wasting away?

And what if it isn't swine fever?

Then it'll be costing you thousands
instead of saving you thousands.

Aye, I can see that. But you think it is?

I'm not allowed to make
an official diagnosis,

but in my own mind, I'm sure it is.

Right, Mr. herriot.

You better start making the license out.

I've got a bit of faith in you.

I'd high hopes for this
place when I set out.

Look at it!

It's all come down to this.

You'll be back at it, Lionel.
I know you will.

What do you want me to do
with them, Mr. farnon?

Cremate them. The lot of them.

I've seen what stagnation of the
lung can do with the beast,

but this swine fever, it's a right killer.

You'll have to disinfect this place from
top to bottom, you know that, don't you?

Perhaps I should just make a bonfire
of the whole damn place, eh?

After that little lot, you
know what I'd like?

A very stiff gin.
- You've said it.

Chance would be a fine thing.
The pubs are shut.

I know one that isn't. Let's
go to the drovers.

What's this, James? Darrowby been granted
free state license suddenly?

You'll see.

It's a fine animal.
You know that, Malcolm?

Are you sure your dad wants to sell him?

He'll sell him all right if there's
a few Bob in it for him.

Anyway, it's better. He'd only ride
the poor bugger into the ground,

then knacker him for dog meat.

I get the impression the farming life

doesn't altogether agree
with you, am I right?

I don't agree with farming.

Not his way of doing it anyway.

I don't even draw a wage. Gives
me my board and keep

and a few quid every month, and that's it.

Malcolm, tell your dad I'll be
back in about three days,

and that one more injection
should do the trick.

And tell him, will you,

that I've thought it over...

And I'm very interested.

He'll know what that means.

I'll write it down for him.

What is this, James?
- Like the sign says,

it's an auction.

James: Two double gins, please.
- Bartender: Two double gins.

Cheers!
- Down the hatch!

Afternoon, Mr. herriot, Mr. farnon.

Hello, Mr. Hartley.

Thinking of bidding, are you?
- Bidding for what?

Mrs. dryden's place.

Lovely little house, that.
- I didn't even know she was moving.

She's going to live with
her sister in houlton.

Ideal house for a small family.

You're not thinking of bidding, are you?
- I though I'd pop in,

see how the bidding went. No
one after it apparently.

It could go for a
knock-down price, you know.

Not with old bootland here, it can't.

Wants it for his Malcolm. Keeps telling
everybody the lad's getting wed.

I think he ought to ask him first.

Cheers.
- Cheers.

See you, Albert. Cheers.

Rolling in brass. Tight old sod
won't part with it, though.

Here, there's our Albert. I must catch
him while he's still sober.

Cheerio, gents!
- Bye, Mr. Hartley.

James?
- Hmm?

I suspect you're about to commit
a dreadful blunder.

You're going to bid, aren't you?
- I don't know.

I'd like to see how it went, that's all.
- James, you're broke!

You don't have the kind of money
to go bidding on houses!

Come on, where's your sense of adventure?

Just let me get it, then I'll
worry about paying for it.

If you want my advice, send a sample of your
brain tissue to the ministry of agriculture.

Check for signs of insanity
running in your family.

Insanity does not run in
my family. It gallops!

Good afternoon, ladies and gentlemen.

Nice to see such a good crowd here today,

and I trust mine host is feeling
the benefit as well.

Which brings me to the purpose
of today's business,

the sale by public auction

of dunmore, brooklane, darrowby,

a charming semi-detached house
comprising three bedrooms,

dining room, kitchen,
sitting room, bathroom,

and 70 foot garden,

all in a well-kept condition, and
the property of Mrs. dryden,

as I'm sure most of us know already.

Now, who'll start me off with 1,000?

I'm looking for a start at 1,000 anywhere.

1,000 it is. 1,000 I'm bid.

1200 anywhere? I'm looking for 1200.

1200 for this charming property?

1200. 1200 I'm bid.

1500 anywhere. I'm looking for 1500.

1500 it is. The bid's with you, sir.

1750 anywhere? I'm looking for 1750.

You're mad! We should leave right now!

What's got into you?
- Please. I know what I'm doing.

1750. 1750 I'm bid.

The bid's with you, sir, at 1750.

Who'll make it 2,000? 2,000 anywhere?

I'm looking for 2,000.
- 1850!

2,000.

2,000. 2,000 I'm bid.

Any advance on 2,000?

2250 anywhere? I'm looking for 2250.

That's enough, James!
You'll have to mortgage

the practice for the next 10 years!

2250. Do I hear 2,500?

Do I hear 2,500?
- 2,500.

2,500 it is.
- Three--

3,000.
- 3,000.

3,000 I'm bid.

3500 anywhere?

The bid's with you at £3,000.

3,500 anywhere?

3500.
- 3,500.

The bid's with you at 3,500.

Who'll make it four? Four anywhere?

3,500.

Will you make it four, Mr. herriot?

Four anywhere? I'm looking for £4,000.

Then it's 3,500 once.

3,500 twice.

Bootland.

You look as white as a
sheet, you know that?

What on earth did you do it for?

Man's natural urge for excitement?
Something like that.

Next time, volunteer for a
ride on the wall of death.

It'd be considerably safer.

I think we should be going now, don't you?
- Hmm?

What did you run me up for?

Run you up? I was bidding, Mr. bootland.

It seems that I had a
limit and you didn't.

That's all there is to it.
- All there is to it?

It just cost me one and a half
over its price, that's all.

Think of the value, Mr. bootland.

Think of the value.

Right.

Mr. herriot!

Mr. herriot!
- Hello, Mrs. dryden.

Hello, Mr. farnon. Saw you
at the back, I did.

Mrs. dryden.
- I'm sorry you didn't get the house,

but I'm right pleased
it went for all that!

I've got all that extra
money to put by me now,

and it's all thanks to you.
- It wasn't me, really.

It'll make all the difference
in the world to me.

I can't thank you enough, Mr. herriot.

Shall we go?
- Yes, James.

Oh, just one thing, tris.

Not a word to Helen, eh?
- What about?

The auction.
- What auction?

James: Lionel?

Oh, hello, Mr. herriot.

You're making a good job of this place.

If any germs live through this
lot, they'll be worth keeping.

This came this morning from the ministry.

Aye, you were right then.
It was swine fever.

Mm-hmm.

So it's a good job we did what we did.

I got a good bit for them pigs
I managed to send in.

If I had hung on, I'd have got naught.

I'm grateful to you.

Truly grateful.

Do you know something, Mr. herriot?

I want to start up again. I
want to fill the place up.

I can't stand seeing it
stood empty like this.

After that last lot, I thought
you'd be put off for life.

No, I still have this feeling
I want to be in pigs.

I'm just a bit worried it might
not be clean enough.

I disinfected it twice from top to bottom

with jeyes fluid and washing soda.
- I'm sure it's perfectly safe.

Right. I'll get started then.

Here we go.

She should be quite all right

you see, what happened was, when they
took her tail off a week ago,

it got a little bit infected.

So will you bring her to see me
again in a couple of days?

There you are. Mind the tail.

Take her... that's it.

There you are.

Hello, Louise. All right?

Bye.

Animal.

Tom stone docking them
with his teeth again?

Looks like it, James.

I just wish to heaven he'd get himself
a clean set of dentures.

Siegfried, Lionel's starting up again.

Pigs?
- What else?

Well, even after a bad harvest, James,

you have to sow again.

Well, who's gonna sow the next time?

The pigman cometh, James.

The pigman cometh.

Siegfried: Mr. bootland?

Mr. bootland?

Malcolm!

Now then, old lad...

Ah, Mr. bootland. Good morning.

Where's he gone?
- Gone? Where's who gone?

The colt.
- Oh, that thing?

Got rid of it.

I noticed a couple of days ago
its stones had dropped.

Thought I might as well while there
was still something in it for me.

But I asked Malcolm to tell
you that I was interested.

I've brought the money with me.

He said he'd leave you a note.

Aye, the chump left a note all right.

Packed his bag and gone he has.

Gone? Gone where?

To join the bloody airforce, that's where.

Well...

I'm not at all surprised, Mr. bootland.

Good day to you.

Oh no.

I don't think you'll find a better
bargain anywhere, Mrs. herriot.

I'm sure I won't, Mr. teasdale.
The problem is,

I had no idea about the price
of property around here.

I hadn't realized it was so expensive.

It's all relative, Mrs. herriot.

To checkbook, no doubt.

Mr. teasdale, you've already been very
kind in showing me what you've got,

but I don't think I'll take this exercise
any further, if you don't mind.

As you wish, Mrs. herriot.
- Thanks.

I'd just got home from work, they
were in a hell of a state--

laid out all over the place.
- What do you mean, "laid out"?

On their sides, kicking and slavering.

When they got up, they just staggered
about and fell back down again.

I think that swine fever
has come back again.

See?
- When the hell did this happen?

They were right as a bobbin this morning,
bellowing for their grub as usual.

When I come home, they were like this.
- It's too blooming sudden.

That's what plumber said when he saw them.
- What plumber?

I noticed this morning they'd got no
water, so I sent Fred buller up.

He reckoned there was a blockage
in the main. He's fixed it now.

Are you saying they've been out
of water for most of the day?

They must have been.
- That's it! Come on!

Let's try and get that one on his feet.
- I'm not with you.

They've been without water!
- That ought to make them thirsty.

They're not thirsty. It's salt
poisoning. Come on, drink.

Without water, the salt in the pig meal

causes a higher concentration of salt
in the brain, it gives them fits.

She's had next to naught, this one.
- That's all right.

Too much makes them worse. Have you
got a spare pair of wellies?

Right. Let's get them. And get me
a bucket of water, would you?

Eh, come on, them's me best wellies!

"Were" your best wellies.

Right, this one'll do first.

Put the water in.

Good, Lionel. One more.

And the next.

This is a right funny carry
on, is it, Mr. herriot?

If iron Duke could see us now, eh?

Right.

This is it.

Well, we can't do any more.

It's up to them now.

Fancy going to the house for a cup of tea?

Good idea!

Pigs, eh?

It never ceases to amaze me what some
people will pay for a house these days.

You know the old vicarage in mickledale?
Guess what it's sold for.

5,000?
- 7,500.

I always thought this was
the pint of bitter belt.

And you know Mrs. dryden's
semi, in darrowby?

Guess what that's just fetched at auction?

I have no idea, darling. How much?
- £3,500.

Can you imagine anybody paying that kind
of money, for a semi, of all things?

I don't know. There are still a few
lunatics left on the loose out there.

Sorry I'm late, folks.
Permission to imbibe.

Is that champagne?
- It is indeed,

and we are all about to partake of same.

Thank you.
- There we are. Vintage stuff, this.

One bottle der fuhrer
didn't manage to break.

Where on earth did you get it from?
- Dick harrington.

He gave it to me for mending his labrador.

Thanks.
- Mmm, right.

So what are we celebrating, calum?

Are they moving the braemar
gathering down here?

My new abode.
- Your what?

My new abode.

Yes, I'm leaving skeldale.

I've found myself a lovely wee
two-up two-down in darrowby.

Plenty of room for the animals,
and not only that,

it's got an old wash-house with a boiler
where I can boil my tripe in peace.

I'd consult the watch committee
about that, if I were you.

Who does the house belong to?
- A farmer called bootland.

He'd just bought it at auction.

Well, slainte mhor.

Cheers, tris.
- Cheers.

Oh, and peace and good
will to the herriots.

I hereby return the house to them.
- James: Thanks.

That piggery was all right, but that
salt job really gave me a shock,

and that's a nasty feeling
at my time of life.

Billy fothergill's taking them over now.

Feels like branching out for himself like.

And you've stocked up here again.

Couldn't stand the sight of that
hut standing empty like that.

Had to fill her up again.

Missed me nanny-goats, I did.

Only two pigs now, Lionel?

Aye... I reckon that's enough. Don't you?