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♪ nine green bottles hanging on the wall ♪

♪ and if one green bottle should
accidentally fall ♪

♪ there'll be eight green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ eight green bottles
hanging on the wall ♪

♪ and if one green bottle should
accidentally fall ♪

♪ there'll be seven green bottles ♪

♪ hanging on the wall... ♪

Eeh, what were that?
- What was what?

We've hit somebody.
Didn't you feel the bump?

We've run some poor bugger over.

Ah, it's a stag.

It come out of t'woods onto the
road and just stood there.

It must have been dazzled
by me headlights.

Is it dead?
- Must be, I gave it a fair thump.

What's up?
- We've hit a stag.

I'd be obliged if you'd make sure
the animal's dead, Mr. farnon.

I'll have to make a report, you see.
- Right.

Oh, what a shame.

What a noble beast was that.

It is dead, isn't it, Mr. farnon?

I'm afraid that's not a stag anymore.

From now on,

it's venison.

What irks me, farnon,

is the way it just vanished into thin air.

The roebuck?
- Absolutely.

Yes, one of the chaps in the coach party

told my keeper in the pub

they'd left it in the road
where it was knocked down.

Eh!
- And then it wasn't there?

No, and seeing it happened on my property,

my keeper went out to
look for the carcass.

Not a trace of it.

Smuggled back into the village, no doubt.

Well, of course, you can't prove it.

Those people on the bus,
who were they? Any idea?

I gather they were

some chaps who ring the bells
in darrowby church,

been playing darts against
the pub in mickledale.

No doubt the driver had had one too many.

Good lord, pity.

They need culling anyway.

Just the principle of the
thing smacks of poaching.

Oh, absolutely, absolutely.

You're an even bigger idiot than I thought

and irresponsible into the bargain.
- How was I responsible?

I wasn't driving the flipping
coach, for God's sake.

You're a qualified vet, you work
for a government department,

you're supposed to be a respected
member of the community.

You should have made sure that
the accident was reported.

I did what I was asked-- to certify
the animal was dead.

Then you went back to sleep in your seat,

up to the ears in beer and snorting like a horse.
- How do you know?

Harry cropper told me when he brought in
that mangy lurcher of his this morning.

You were sitting next to him on the coach?
- Yes I was.

While you were in the land of nod,
some of your fellow campanologists

managed to stow the dead stag
in the luggage compartment.

How do you know that?
- Well, I'm guessing.

What I do know is that someone on that bus

spirited the carcass
away, off the roadside--

poached it, in plain language,

and that is a criminal offense.

I doubt if lord brawton
would miss one stag.

His forest is crawling with deer.

That is not the point,
as you very well know!

Kindly see that it doesn't happen again.

Yes, sir. May I go now, sir?

I'm overdue at the min.
Of ag. And fish., sir.

Ah yes, for God's sake, go.

That's the cleansing done, Mr. bushell.

Aye. While you're here, could
you have a look at my Bess?

She's due in a coupla days and
I'm a bit worried about her.

Yes, all right.

All right.

Thanks.

She isn't very fit.
- Eh?

She's a bit on the poor side.

Oh aye, she always were a poor doer.

She had a rough time
with her first calving,

but she milked well enough after it.

That narrow pelvis could
give us some problems.

First sign of any complications,
you let me know, eh?

Aye, all right.

Oh yes, I can see a nasty
little sore place there.

We'll get some antiseptic ointment
onto that straight away.

Mrs. greenlaw: Mrs. herriot?

There we are, pretty one.
It's not gonna hurt now.

I'm sorry to disturb you, only there's
Mr. ponting here with the meat

and he wants to know if you'd
also like to take advantage

of a nice piece of venison he's got.

I don't think we can afford
that luxury, Mrs. greenlaw.

He did say to mention it was very reasonable.
- Yes, I'm sure he did.

Just as long as he's got the cutlets
and the liver I ordered,

that will do nicely for today,
thank you, Mrs. greenlaw.

Want a lift?
- No thanks, all the same.

I'm expecting calum.
- Are you?

He's supposed to be bringing my dogs home.

When?
- I said I'd be waiting for him here at 4:30.

Then he's forgotten about you, hasn't he?
- It looks like it.

Hop in, I'll give you a
lift over to darrowby.

But isn't it out of your way?
- Yes, Miles, but I'm game.

Can't leave you standing there all night.

Go on then.
- Come on, Brandy. Come on, come on, Brandy.

Good.
- That's a good boy.

Where did he learn how to do that?

He just jumped on with the
children one afternoon

and he loved it.
Can't keep him off it now.

You're Mr. herriot, aren't you?
- That's right.

That's my wife Helen.
- How do you do?

I brought a cat in to see Mr.
Farnon about a fortnight ago.

Oh yes, had a cough.

I believe you've got several pets.
- We have.

Apart from Brandy and two cats,

we've got a tortoise,

a budgie and a hamster.

Well, we must be off.

Yes, actually we ought to go too,
James, it's time for homework.

Come on, Jimmy, Rosie.

Must we?
- Must we, daddy?

Yes, we must. Come on.

Come on.

You won't have anymore problems with
calum at skeldale house now.

Not now that he's found somewhere
of his own to live.

We'll still get his blasted
bagpipes in the back field.

Tristan, don't you like the pipes?

Oh, in their place, yes.

And I love the way you danced
to them the other night.

Actually, I've got a favor to ask.

Of course.

I'm in need of some training
in the Scottish reel.

You?!

It's some scheme of Helen's.

I'd be glad to teach you, Tristan.

Helen?

Yes?

That lunatic is serenading the sheep now.

He's standing in the middle of a field

playing "the flowers of the forest."

We shall get complaints for Miles around.
- Yes I can hear him.

I'm afraid it's a bit my fault.
- How?

The church fête I've been landed
with, in aid of the roof.

Calum's going to be one of the sideshows?

In a way, yes.
- A menagerie, I suppose.

Not exactly, but I have talked him

into giving us a display of
Scottish country dancing.

Highland dancing in the
middle of Yorkshire?

People in kilts leaping about?

Emitting bloodthirsty shrieks, yes.

Should be rather fun. We're
all going to learn.

We? Who is we?
- Me and the children, of course, and James.

Even Tristan seems quite keen,
for some strange reason.

And anyone else with an ounce
of Scottish blood.

God almighty.

Oh, there you are, boys, oh my
darlings, have you missed me?

Were you good?

What happened?
- I owe you an apology.

I waited an hour for you.
- Deirdre, I'm sorry.

Luckily Tristan came along--
- But I saw a hen harrier.

A hen harrier?
- Yes.

Up at scawby rise, high up in the rocks.

A magnificent sight, wheeling
proud and free in the sky.

Oh, calum, that's
wonderful, a hen harrier!

I must have watched it for hours.

Oh, did you see where it came down?
Where its nest might be?

Aye, aye, but I lost it. But I
think it'll be up there still.

I'd love to see it.

Right, well, we can ride up to scawby rise

while there's still enough light.

And I'll take you and the
boys back afterwards.

Yes, please.

Oh, come on, boys. Come on, good boys.

Come on, come on.

Where d'you think you're going?

We're going up to scawby rise
to see a hen harrier.

Oh, thanks for the lift.

Thought you'd be here.
What are you having?

No, no, I'm in the chair.

Helen has been kind enough
to invite me for supper.

Ah.
- The least I can do is buy you a pint.

A pint of mild and bitter then, please.
- Right.

A pint of mild and bitter.

Thanks.

So, how was dalling's heifer?

Oh, much better.

Tris, it's not the end of
the world, you know.

Women! Fickle, blasted women.

They love to play one man off against
the other, that's all.

Common knowledge. Your turn next.

You think?
- I think.

Thank you.

Hodgekin.

What the hell is he up to?

Seems to be buying something
from the butcher.

Probably a bone for his lady's dog.

There we are. We shouldn't have
any more trouble with her.

Thank you.

Oh-ho, Brandy.

You've been at the dustbin again.

Afraid so.
- Come on in, Mrs. westby.

The children and I usually manage to get
the tins off his nose by ourselves,

but this one wouldn't budge and
we didn't want to hurt him.

Ah, come on old boy,

let's have you up.

My, he's quite a weight now, isn't he?
- Yes.

Will you take a tight grip on either side
of his head while I get some forceps?

We'll see if we can't...

Prise it off him...

Without hurting his nose.

I'm so sorry about this, Mr. farnon.

I'm afraid it's becoming an obsession
with him, this scavenging.

Tell me, does he still slide backwards

up onto your lap, when you're knitting?

Yes, how did you know?

I caught him at it a couple of weeks ago,

when I was out giving him his booster.

It's fascinating to watch. He
thought no one was looking,

and he sort of slid his backside

halfway up the front of the chair

until his bottom was almost on your lap.

And then he does a great backwards leap

and lands on my lap with his muddy
paws. I could murder him.

He knows when he's onto a good thing.

The trouble is he can't resist my slacks,

ever since I had him
on my knee as a puppy.

They've become somewhere he feels
safe and secure, I suppose.

Oh, wonderful.
- There we are.

Now, we'll just

see if he needs a drop

of this lovely smelling stuff.

All right, Brandy.

Let's have a look.

He's right as rain.

Oh, thank you so much.

And I promise it won't happen again.

I wouldn't put a lot of money on that.

It's quite common now. They're doing
it in all the college clinics.

Caesareans on cows? You mean
like us? Like women have?

And on ewes and sows.

When I think of the hours I've spent
slaving away on byre floors,

sawing up cows with embryotomy wire,

working my guts out, trying to get
a head round, pulling on feet.

What sort of job is it, anyway?

There's nothing to it, about an
hours work, no hard labor.

Lucky cows.

I've got some bumf on
it from the ministry.

I'd like to see that. Interesting.

It is.

Listen.
- Doesn't he know what time it is?

At least he's not with Deirdre.

He'll probably come back
into darrowby later on

followed by several hundred rats.

Oh, I think it's lovely, especially
from a distance.

It's very romantic, you know.

Makes you think of Bonnie prince
Charlie, escaping on that boat--

or the massacre of glencoe.

Reminds me of Glasgow railway
station on a Saturday night.

You might as well get used to it

and start learning to dance a reel.

It is only two weeks till bank holiday

and I must have my main display
ready by Monday afternoon.

It is supposed to be the
highlight of the event.

Where are we rehearsing these savage dances?
- The village hall.

I've borrowed it next
week for four nights.

Mr. boddy?

Aye.

Your track down here is a wee
bit rough for my motorcycle.

How do you manage it on a bike?

Walk. I don't use a cycle no more.

Your spaniel's coughing and choking.

Very poorly is our prince, Mr.... um?
- Buchanan.

Well, you best come in and
have a look at him.

Good morning, Mrs. boddy.

And here's the patient, eh?

So prince, you've got a
wee bit of a cough, eh?

Come on, that's it.

Could be bronchitis.

Probably his heart.

How old is he?

Boddy: He were 12 last month, were prince.

Never had a day's illness in all his life.

He were a good working dog.

Aye?
- Aye.

Mrs. pumphrey: I'm so worried
about him, Mr. herriot,

he won't touch his food. He's been
sick three times this morning.

He's shivering and the next moment
he goes completely cracker dog.

Are you sure you've been
sticking to the diet?

Of course I'm sure.
- Not slipping him the odd piece of chicken in cream sauce

or a profiterole or two?
- As if I would.

Overfeeding with rich things
can cause hyperactivity.

But I can assure you, I would never--

what's the matter? Can you smell
burning or something?

It's not burning exactly...

Tricki done his business today?

Are you suggesting that
tricki has... in here?

It might have come in on somebody's shoes.

There seems nothing on mine.

It seems to be coming
from beneath the sofa.

Do you mind if I move it?

If he has done something, he can't
be blamed because he's ill.

It's gone right off.

What's gone off? What is it?

It's a piece of meat, Mrs. pumphrey.

Oh.
- Venison, by the look of it.

Venison?!

How on earth did tricki get hold of that?

We haven't had venison in the
house since my husband died.

If he'd been eating this, I'm surprised
it's just crackerdog.

Which he obviously has.
- Right, no more of this, Mrs. pumphrey.

All I can do is repeat the tablets

and please stick rigidly to the diet.
- Oh, I will!

I'll give him something right
away to settle the tummy.

Hodgekin?

Ah, Mr. herriot.

You trying to kill that dog?

Do not feed him venison when
I've ordered a strict diet.

Venison, incidentally,
that has been poached.

You do that again, I'll inform Mrs.
Pumphrey, who will sack you,

and the r.S.P.C.A. Who will prosecute.

That clear?

Bye, hodgekin.

Come in, Mrs. westby.

Oh, my my, he does look sorry
for himself, doesn't he?

Come on now, fellow.

Up with you.

Let me take your temperature.

There we are.

You'd like to lie down, I expect,
wouldn't you? Come on.

Down you go, that's it.

How long has he been like this?

The past couple of days, really.

He did dive into the river last
week, on a very cold day.

I tried to stop him but if he sees
a stick floating, he's off.

You gave him a good rubdown afterwards?

Oh yes, I walked him straight home at once

and then I dried him thoroughly.

But he did shiver a bit though.

Is it very high?

I can't see.
Yes, I'll tell you in a minute.

It's 104.

Let's have a listen at you.

Well, he's got pneumonia.

Oh dear, that's bad, isn't it?
- It's not good.

Isn't it less dangerous since
the new drugs came out?

Yes, sulfa drugs and now penicillin

have altered the picture a great deal
for humans and some animals, but--

not dogs?
- A dog with pneumonia is still very difficult to cure.

Oh I see.
- But

he's young and strong.

He should stand a fair chance.

Only fair?
- Uh, reasonable.

Now I'm gonna give him
a shot of penicillin,

and...

I'm gonna give him another one
tomorrow at your house.

Because

he'll not be well enough to come here.

There we are.

And I want you to make him what
we call a pneumonia jacket.

What's that?

Get an old piece of blanket and cut a
couple of holes in it for his forelegs

and then stitch him
into it along the back.

You can use an old sweater if you like.

But the thing is he's got to have
his chest warm all the time.

And only let him out into the
garden for essentials.

All right?
- Yes, thank you.

That's right, we're going into
the reels of three now.

Aye, but remember to
keep it within the set.

That's right.

Don't get your legs quite
so high, Mrs. macrae.

Remember what happened the last time.

That's grand.

All right, everybody, we'll have
a wee rest and a cup of tea.

Oh, yours are taking to it like ducks
to water, especially Sarah.

She loves dancing, always has.

I'm sorry I had to drop out,

it's just with Brandy so ill...

Mr. farnon came to see him this afternoon.

How is he?
- He's still awfully seedy, poor sweet.

Just lies there in his basket
looking so pathetic.

I don't want the children to know,

so don't say anything, if you don't
mind. I mean, how bad he is.

Of course not. I shan't tell mine either.

It's going to look lovely when
you all get into your kilts

and sporrans and things. My lot
are so looking forward to it.

So are mine. I only hope we're up to it.

We've only got another week, and we're
a bit rough, to say the least.

Come along now, dancers.

We're going to try all of that again.

Just remember the steps I
showed you the last time

and let me see plenty of energy,

lots of fire and lots of fun.

That's got sugar in it for tris.

Right.

Here you are then, sassenach,

a nice cup of English
tea to help you relax.

God, how I need that.

James.
- Thanks, Deirdre.

I'll get it.
- James: Thanks, darling.

All I can say is, if that's
Scottish country dancing,

I'd rather take up all-in wrestling.

I don't know where you scots
get your energy from.

Fresh air and porridge mainly.

I expect your calf muscles
are a wee bit stiff.

Stiff? I think they've seized up.

All that desk work. He's
not very fit, you see.

Mr. bushell on the phone. His
cow has gone into labor.

Tell him I'll be out straightaway.
- Sorry, love.

This is where the dedicated vet
sets off into the night,

to bring yet another little
calf into the wicked world.

Sorry, Deirdre, you'll have to excuse me.

Of course.
- Bye.

Goodbye.

God only knows how long this will take.
In case I don't get back in time,

ask siegfried to look at boddy's
sheepdog tomorrow.

Yes, do you want a thermos of
coffee to take with you?

There's no time, sorry. Bye-bye.
- Bye-bye.

James: She's very poor, Mr. bushell,
she's bound to be exhausted.

Just hold the tail, Mr. bushell,
would you, please?

All right, let's see what's going
on in there, shall we?

Steady, steady, steady,

all right, it's all right.

Wait a minute.

There's a tail.

No legs.
- Eh?

No, the legs are forward, Mr. bushell.

It's in a breeched position.

It feels like a big one too.

Eh?
- A very large calf.

Big 'un, is it?

Yes, Mr. bushell.

And there's no room to correct it.

Can't you cut it away?

I'm afraid not. The calf's alive.

No room to work in there, you see.

Well, that's a beggar. She's a
good little milker is Bess.

I don't want to send her to the butchers'.

Personally, I feel like a nice, smoochy
piece of delius, don't you?

Oh yes, lovely.
- Make a change from the bagpipes

and a spot of soft lighting

to go with it.

Yes?
- If you say so, Tristan.

This is the life.

Is it?

Oh no, don't let go. It's all right.

Helen will get it, just relax.

Darrowby-385.

Yes, darling, he's still here.

All right, I'll tell him, bye.

That was James. He wants you
up at bushell farm at once.

Me?
- Yes, he says it's urgent.

Oh, hell's bells!
- Dedicated vet.

Apologies, Deirdre. Duty calls.

You'll look after her while I'm away?

It will be a pleasure.
- Bye.

Bye-bye. I'm sorry about this, Deirdre.

I don't expect he'll be very long.

As long as I get back sometime.

I don't want to outstay my welcome though.
- As if you could.

I'm sorry to drag you out, tris.

I really do need your help.

What's happened?
- Breeched presentation, oversize fetus.

So?

So there's only one thing you
can do in a case like this,

if we're to save the cow and the calf.

Caesarean section? But--
- Going to operate on your cow, Mr. bushell.

Going to open her up and remove the
calf surgically-- caesarean.

Take it out of the side, d'you
mean? Like they do with women?

That's right.
- James--

that's a rum 'un. I never knew
you could do that with cows.

You can now. Things have moved on a bit.

James--
- Mr. farnon is an expert.

Thank you, siegfried. That's
very kind of you. Bye.

Well, that's done anyway.

I don't know what to do about
you though, Deirdre.

Sorry to be landed on you.
- No, it's no trouble to me,

it's just if you don't want
to be too late home

because you've to get up
for work in the morning.

I tell you what, why don't we ring calum,

see if he'll run you into mannerton?

I don't really want to bother him.

Mind you, if worse comes to the worst,

we can give you a bed for the night.

Why don't we wait a while
and see what happens?

Cheers.

I'll cut there.

Thanks, tris,

here, tris.

Oh, it's something hard.

Is that the calf?

Oh God, what is it?

Is it the rumen or the uterus?
- I don't know.

It's low down. It could be the uterus.

Yes, I think it must be.

All right, here goes.

What a stench! What's all that muck?

Undigested grass and-- use
your imagination, tris.

I've cut into the rumen. You made
me open up the wrong organ.

Help me get this stitched up, quick.

God, I'm sorry.

I thought you knew all about caesareans.

I do in theory.

How many times have you seen one done?

Uh, once, actually.

I couldn't see too well. I was
at the back of the class.

Couldn't see too well?

You've probably killed this
wretched cow-- peritonitis.

I'm sorry.
- From your position at the back of the class,

I don't suppose you saw what
they did next, did you?

Next? Uh yes.

You're supposed to exteriorize the uterus.

What? King Kong couldn't
lift this bloody uterus.

It's so difficult, Helen,

because I'm very fond of tris.

Aren't we all?
- He's so kind and sweet.

But?

I don't know.

There's something unknown and sort
of dangerous about calum.

Well, he's not like most men.

He seems to live a bit in of
a world of his own and...

Well, more and more I'm finding that
I want to share it with him.

Oh, he's fascinating to be with,
out in the countryside,

his enthusiasm and his knowledge
of nature and everything.

Don't you think I ought to telephone
him? See if he'll take you home?

Yes, please.

Right.

Should be big enough.

Ah yes.

Now tris, can you hold that?

Got it?
- Yes.

I'll get the other leg.

Now, got it?

Ease it, easy, gently,

gently now, pull.

We're never going to make it.
We should never have started.

We have started, tris, so
we'd better carry on.

Ease, ease...

Come on, come on,

the head--
- Just ease it around.

Easy, easy. Now pull.

Pull.

Pull.

Gently, gently.

It's coming.

I've got the head. Come on,
come on. It's coming, easy.

There we are.

Here we are.

Thanks for the cocoa and our chat.

I hope they don't get back too late.
- I expect they will.

But I'm going to bed. I shall
leave them some hot coffee.

They'll have the dawn light
to look forward to.

There's no better reward
for a good night's work.

Thank you, calum. I shall remember that.

Off you go and drive carefully.
- Bye-bye.

Bye.
- Night.

It's coming. It's coming, come on.

Come on, come.

One more go. Pull, it's coming.

There's your calf, Mr. bushell.

Have a look.

By gaw, he's a big 'un.

He's an absolute monster.

Quick 'un and all.

Will she be all right, my Bess?

Let's hope so, Mr. bushell.

Oh, I don't know.

I don't know.

God, what a mess.

I did try and warn you, James.

Almost leaving that uterus
floating around inside.

It doesn't matter now. We got it
right in the end, didn't we?

Didn't we?

Ah, calum, good morning.
- Morning.

When you've finished concocting
that witch's brew,

I'd be glad of a word with you.

This witch's brew is a mixture
of natural juices

extracted from the plants
that grow in the dales.

Did you know that in the 17th century,

the local people used this to cure their
animals of congestion of the lungs?

Did they now?

Yes, and I was thinking
a wee dosage of this

might help that pneumonic labrador.

What d'you mean? Mrs. westby's dog?

Uh-huh.
- I doubt it.

Still, anything's worth a try.

Now, what was it you wanted to
speak to me about, siegfried?

Fleas.
- Fleas?

I've nothing against pets. Animals
of every kind are my life.

I wouldn't be a veterinary
surgeon otherwise.

But I'm afraid I'm gonna have to
ask you to refrain in future

from bringing your badger
into the practice.

Oh, what's Marilyn done to offend you?

She brings fleas into the surgery.

I've got them all over me this morning

and now I'm gonna have to strip off
and plunge into a carbolic bath

when I should be hard at work.

But how do you know your fleas
are Marilyn's fleas?

I was going to suggest
that we examine her.

Then, if you can, you can
clear her good name.

Right. I'll go and get her.

Yes, yes,

siegfried is going to
have a wee look at you.

That's it, now, now...

You just stay there. That's right.
- Better.

All right, my pretty one.

All right, my pretty.

All right, my love.

Aha.

Look, there's one...

All right now, baby.

And another.

Yeah, look at them, hopping
all over the place.

Filthy creatures.

Righto. I'll put some flea powder
on her and that should--

a wonderful example of shutting
the stable door, calum.

Hello, darrowby-385.

Oh, Mrs. herriot?

Mrs. pumphrey, yes, hello.

Yes, is your husband at home?

Oh no, he's not, I'm afraid.
Can I take a message?

Yes, I would be so pleased if you'd tell
him tricki-woo is so much better.

His tummy's cleared up and
he's much chirpier today.

Aren't you, darling?

Oh, I'm very pleased to hear it.

I'm always so grateful to your husband.

Thank you. I'll tell him. I'm
sure he'll be most relieved.

I'm having a little party to celebrate
tricki-woo's recovery.

It's on bank holiday Monday,

and I would be so pleased if you
and your husband could join us.

Bank holiday Monday?

That's awfully kind of you, Mrs. pumphrey,
I'm sure we'd loved to have come,

but it's the same day of our fête at rayne's
abbey in aid of the church roof fund.

I'm rather involved sort of running it

and we're giving a display in the
afternoon of Scottish country dancing--

Scottish country dancing? That sounds very
dashing. What time does it start?

2:00 is the official opening. That's
when the mayor's coming.

What time do you propose starting
your highland fling?

3:00.
- 3:00?

You could easily lunch here and be at
the fête in time for the opening.

It's only a buffet lunch.

I shall order it at 12:45,
so you'll have no excuse.

No, well--

I shall expect you both at
a quarter to 1:00 sharp.

Goodbye, Mrs. herriot.

Goodbye, Mrs. pumphrey.

It's better but you must remember
to point your toes more

and please remember to turn together.

We're doing our best, sergeant major.

Sure you are. It'll be fine.

It's much better tonight.

Is your mommy coming to fetch you?

She can't this evening, Mrs. herriot.
- We are going to walk home.

Because she doesn't want to leave
Brandy, because he's very ill.

Mommy says we mustn't
be sad if Brandy dies,

because dogs go to heaven like people

and he'll be quite happy.

Has Mr. farnon been to see your dog today?

Yes, he came this morning.

I'll have another word with
siegfried about it.

All right, you two, get your things
together and I'll drop you back.

All right.
- Thank you, Mrs. herriot.

I detect an air of depression
and pessimism here tonight.

Are you unhappy about the dancing display?

Suffering from cold feet maybe?

No, it's James and Tristan.
They're dreadfully worried about Mr. bushell's cow.

Oh yes, of course.

James says that if the cow dies of
peritonitis, that it's his fault.

Morning, Mr. boddy. How is prince?

A good measure better this
morning, Mr. herriot,

not wheezing so much since he's
started on t'heart pills.

Oh, that's good. I've called
at a bad time, have I?

Eh?
- You're going out, aren't you?

On your bicycle?
- What bike is that?

I ain't got no bike, not nowadays.

No bike?
- No.

Why are you're wearing cycle clips?

Oh, them are to keep out fleas.

Fleas, of course. Dog's got fleas?

They're all over the place
in there, Mr. herriot.

They're on t'dog, they're on our cat,

they're in t'mattresses and bedding,

they're all over armchairs
and sofa and rugs.

And even Mrs. boddy reckons she's
got fleas in her hair too,

not but what she don't wash it regular.

No, no. Well, you've got a bit
of a problem there, Mr. boddy.

Can I give you a bit of advice?
- Aye.

You nip down to the town hall,

see the delousing officer and get them
to come out and fumigate the place.

Not a bad idea at that, Mr. herriot.

And maybe get Mrs. boddy down
to t'corporation bath house

for a good scrub down, as soon as may be.

Quite, just to make sure.

I'll come in and have a look
at prince, Mr. boddy.

Aye.

After you.

Hello, who are you?

Good God, calum!

Shh, ViXen about to litter.

You'll be in trouble with her

if you start interfering
at this delicate moment.

No, no, I caught sight of her last week.

She was limping as if she'd been
caught in a snare or a trap.

She looked awful and I could
see she was in whelp,

so I traced her back to this earth and
I've been keeping an eye on her.

I didn't want her to
loose her cubs, you see,

and she's settling in to have them now.

I've been listening and she's doing fine.

Well done, you.

I'm glad I bumped into you, calum, anyway,

because I wanted to tell you I've
given Mrs. westby's labrador

a dose of your special potion,
your magic herbal mixture.

My witch's brew, eh?
- That's right.

It can't do any harm, might do some good.

That's a very sick dog, I'm afraid.
Not much more we can do.

So...

We'll just have to wait and see.

Aye.

No, thank you.

Don't worry, Mr. herriot,

I promise you'll be at the fête on time.

Yes, I'm sure we shall.

How nice you look. Come.
- Thank you.

Mr. herriot and his wife are taking part
in the Scottish dancing this afternoon

at rayne's abbey.
You're going, aren't you?

Of course we are going.

I'm giving away the prizes for
the children's fancy dress.

Ah.

I understand that your colleagues
are all taking part too.

Not siegfried farnon, actually.

His brother Tristan, and Mr. Buchanan
because he's the expert.

The others are rather good too.

It'll be quite a sight, I think,
if we remember the steps.

It always looked so dangerous to me,

all that hopping about on sharp swords.

No, thank you.

Can you do the highland fling, Daphne?

I used to, when I was a girl,
at the caledonian ball.

What fearful good fun that used to be.

Yes, no thank you.

I must say it's quite something
to give a luncheon party

to celebrate the recovery of a small
pekingese from tummy-ache.

I don't know, a fellow I used
to shoot with in Norfolk

gave a full dress ball, white tie for
the men and tiaras for the women

when his favorite retriever
got over the distemper.

Cocker spaniel bitch called garbo.

Marvelous gun dog, garbo was.

You're wearing a kilt this afternoon,
for the dancing?

Yes, we all are, the children too.

Splendid. And which tartan
are you entitled to wear?

Armstrong's my husband's clan.
- Is it, by jove?

But our new partner is a Buchanan.

Still, they haven't slit each
other's throats yet.

Let's hope they don't start
a bloody feud at the fête.

I say, is your husband all right?

I think so, why?
- I wondered if he was a bit nervous about this afternoon.

He seems to be twitching
about rather a lot.

Are you feeling the heat? We can
easily open another window.

No thank you, it's not
the heat it's just--

I hope it's not the prickly heat.

I used to get that out in Bombay.
Maddening.

Makes you want to scratch all the time.

I'm afraid I am itching rather badly.

Well, I could tell you were.

It's just that I need to...

Heavens! What are you doing?

Nothing. I thought I saw something.

What have you got under your hand?
- Nothing.

Don't ask me to move my hand.
I'd rather not.

Why not?
- Because it's--

oh come, let us see.

I know, it's a conjuring trick.

A coin-- heads or tails. Oh please, let us see.
- No, Mrs. pumphrey.

Nonsense. Don't be such a tease, Mr.
Herriot. Take your hand away.

I can't.
- Good lord.

Something hopped straight off
the table into my wine glass.

Look, you can see it.

It's only a fly, it won't hurt you.

It's not a fly, good lord, I
know a fly when I see one.

It's much smaller, it's--

a flea, it's a flea actually,

off me. Sorry.

Well, how surprising.

How do you do?

Over there.
- Thank you, dear.

Good afternoon, Mr. mayor.

Sir, welcome in.

All going well?
- Very good.

If mommy and daddy don't come,

will we have to do this dance by ourselves?
- We may have to try.

We'll get in an awful muddle.

You're telling me.

Look here, calum, if they don't get here
soon, we're gonna be in dead stook.

They should never have agreed to go to Mrs.
Pumphrey's for lunch, today of all days.

It will be all right.
They'll be here soon.

Relax, Tristan. It's going to be fun.

Is it?

Announcer: May I have your attention,
please, ladies and gentlemen?

The display of Scottish dancing

is about to begin in the main arena.

If you'd all like to
move across there now,

the Scottish dancing will
start in two minutes.

Hurry along, please, for
the Scottish dancing.

That your brother there, farnon?

Yes, I'm afraid it is,

suffering from a sudden case
of Scottish ancestry.

By the look of him,

I think he'd suffer more gladly
from a sudden case of scotch.

Wouldn't we all?

The Scottish dancing will start now

in the main arena.

Hello... and goodbye.

Ah, Mrs. pumphrey, let me
hold the Chinese champion

while you go and join
the Scottish dancing.

Oh, only if you'll join with me.
- No, no.

Can I put him down?
- Well... tricki?

Mrs. westby and Brandy!
I don't believe it.

It's true.

One... perfectly healthy labrador,

and working for a very good cause.

He started to perk up yesterday,
soon after you left.

And then this morning, just after Mr.
Tristan came to collect the children,

he got up out of his basket,

started to walk about and wag his tail.

Oh, he's a different dog.

It must have been that herbal
potion you gave him.

Or just plain mother nature working
a miracle. Who knows?

Exactly. Who knows?

But I suggest we give the credit

to my assistant calum Buchanan
for his herbal potion.

It's much the more likely of
the two, in my opinion.

They must be so pleased.

The children have no idea
that Brandy's better.

Brandy! Brandy!

Oh, Brandy. He's all right.

Oh, Brandy, you good dog.
Lovely little thing.

Come on, tris, the beer is on me.

Wasn't that wonderful?

I've never enjoyed
Scottish dancing before.

Mr. bushell?
- Mr. bushell!

Mr. bushell.

Mr. bushell.

No one here, tris.

Mr. bushell!
- Come on, have a look inside.

Come on, come and look at this.

Isn't he lovely?

May I pet him?
- If you like.

Daddy and Uncle tris cut open her
tummy to help let the calf out

and then stitched her up again.