All language subtitles for S401

Hi, young Jimmy.
- Good morning, Mr. siegfried.

Good morning.
- Good morning.

Ah, James, a word before the mob descends.

It's--
- shunt the preoccupations of the moment to one side.

We have an important matter to discuss.

Right.
- Now you know that...

Cash is most hellishly tight in
the practice at the moment.

Yes, farmers so busy expanding
their businesses

they have no money to pay our bills.
- Yes.

That's what we should be doing.
Take a leaf out of their book.

What, not pay our bills
or expand our business?

The latter, James, the latter.

It's not the lack of work we suffer from.

Heaven knows there aren't enough hours in
the day to do all that's asked of us.

How do we take on more? Tristan's
only around on an informal basis.

Precisely the point. The time has come

to take on a full-time assistant.
Fresh blood, James.

Someone trained up under the influence
of all the latest advances.

And I think I may have found the very man.

His name is calum Buchanan.

He is the most brilliantly
qualified young man.

I heard he wanted to join a practice
in the dales, so I got in touch.

Very impressive.
- Uh-huh, isn't it?

I've sounded him out,
he's keen to join us.

Ah, but until he settles in, I've asked
Tristan to help out whenever he's on leave.

He's bored to death sitting
at that ministry desk.

You seemed to have thought of everything.

But you approve, James?
- Oh, absolutely.

Well done, siegfried.

That's it and all about it. You may
safely leave the rest to me.

Mm-hmm.
- On you go, James.

Mr. Fellowes?
- Aye.

Siegfried farnon.
- You'll be the veterinary from darrowby, I reckon.

That's it. I take it you've not
used our practice before.

No, him from scanton usually sees to me.

Mottram?
- That's him.

But I know what he'd say
if he see'd my horse.

I called you hoping to hear
something different.

Yes, of course, I shall have to
consult Mr. mottram first,

but a telephone call to his surgery
is all it should take.

Look, I've got a horse with a broken leg.

The telephone, if you please.

Helen?
- Hello, darling. Slack moment?

Mm. I want to talk to you about
an idea siegfried's had.

Mm?
- He thinks we need a new assistant.

He's written to someone called calum Buchanan.
- That's wonderful news!

Mm... the trouble is--
- he'd have to live here.

Would you mind?
- It depends what he's like.

The important thing is there'd
be someone to share the load.

Still, I suppose he could
live in the attic.

Oh, problem solved.

We were very happy up there, weren't we?

Nobody's lived in it since 1939.

It'll have to be completely redecorated.

Oh.
- Oh, we're that broke, are we?

Mm-hm. We are borrowing
just to keep going.

There's my good man.

It's a fearful injury, Mr. Fellowes.

Aye, I knew it were a bad 'un.

Your horse is suffering. We
can't allow that to go on.

You mean put him down?

It's a dreadful compound fracture.

It's beyond healing.

I'm afraid there's no alternative.

Hello, it's Deirdre mcewan, isn't it?

Yes, that's right.
- Tristan farnon. We're colleagues.

Oh yes, I've seen you about.

I've been meaning to say hello.
How are you finding it so far?

Fine, thank you.
- It's quite a change from Edinburgh.

The work's no different, but this change
of scenery is very welcome.

Yes, I couldn't wait to get back to the
dales after my stint in the forces.

It's a wonderful part of the world.

That's mostly why I took the
job in the first place.

Perhaps I could give you an insider's
tour of the area sometime.

Oh no, I wouldn't want to put you
to any trouble, Mr. farnon.

Tristan, and it's no trouble.

Well, in that case, I'd love to.

Terrific! I'll seek you out when
I get back in a few days time

and we'll take it from there.

Fine. I'd better get on.

Goodbye, Deirdre.
- Goodbye... Tristan.

Tristan farnon, isn't it?
- Hello, Mr. mottram!

Heard you were with the
ministry these days.

May I ask if you'll be seeing your
brother in the near future?

I'll be in darrowby tomorrow
as a matter of fact.

Perhaps you'd be kind enough
to remind your brother

that Mr. Fellowes of scartop farm

is a client

of my practice and not his.

I'll pass the message on.

Hopefully to some effect.

Good day to you.

A vision, Helen.

Every day I see her floating about
like the goddess of my dreams,

and I'm wondering how to make the
approach, how to break the ice.

So you accost her on the steps of
the min. Of ag., very subtle.

It's wonderful, she's wonderful!
We'll be absolutely wonderful together, you'll see.

She sounds smashing. And I hope
we meet her very soon.

It's this way she has of looking
at you when she speaks.

It's devastating.

Hard at it, I see.
- Uh-huh.

Welcome, tris, even if
it is only part time.

It's good to be back, James.

Hello, siegfried.
- Welcome, dear brother.

I hope you'll soon be reaping the benefits
of my experience at the heart of the action.

We'll soon blow away the
cobwebs around here.

Messrs. Farnon and herriot are about
the enter the 20th century.

We quail before the fury of your
reforming zeal, Tristan.

Think of me as a beacon of
knowledge, siegfried,

here to illuminate the murkier
backwaters of the profession.

Oh, very well.
- And speaking of murk, what have you been up to

with that old devil mottram?
- Mottram?

Mottram? Since when have we
had dealings with him?

I put down a horse belonging
to a client of his...

A day or two ago.

When I rang the practice, mottram
was already out on his rounds

so I left a message with his receptionist.

Um... well, I was with
a distressed animal.

I had to act at once.
- He's highly unamused, siegfried.

Silly man.

I'll go to scanton and sooth
his ruffled feelings.

Oh, you, farnon.

Good day to you, mottram.

I presume there is some
purpose to your visit.

The matter of your client Mr. Fellowes.

I thought it best to call personally
to clear up any confusion.

Somewhat late in the day, don't you think?

It was an emergency situation, mottram.

The animal was in great distress.

I tried my best to reach you.

Did you?

There was no question
of waiting any longer.

Look, farnon,

your conduct verged on the unethical.

Let's leave it at that, shall we?

I came to apologize unreservedly

for any offense I may have caused.

Most thoughtful of you.

Now if you'll excuse me, I'm rather busy.

Where does he hail from?

Up north. He's a graduate
of your old Alma mater.

Calum...

Not calum Buchanan, by any chance?

That's right. You don't know him, do you?

Oh yes.

Everyone knew calum Buchanan at Edinburgh.

There we are.
- Thank you.

Thank you. Bye.
- Bye.

Allow me.

Helen: Darrowby-85. Hello, Mrs. pumphrey.
- Woman: Thank you.

Oh, I am sorry to hear that.

Yes, of course.

You're really sold on having him in the practice?
- Absolutely, why?

Well, time passes and the remarkable
qualities of hot-blooded youth

rarely survive the passage of time.

Tristan, if you've got something
to say... say it.

Snap him up, James. Calum
is quite exceptional.

Just the thing you need to transform your
humdrum little ways here in darrowby.

Ah ha.
- James, Mrs. pumphrey just telephoned.

Can you call and see her this afternoon?

Anything serious?
- Tricki-woo's gone flop-bott again.

Oh yes, very serious.
- Well, damn and blast!

She always asks me to stay for Sherry.
I feel such a clod turing up in my work clothes.

I have to change.

Your suit isn't exactly high fashion.
- My only suit.

Mrs. pumphrey adores you. She won't mind.

Your irresistible charm, James.

Threadbare though it may be.

It may not impress Mrs. pumphrey, but it
might do the trick with the bank manager.

You're seeing Mr. Gregson?
- Yes.

A major grovel. Try and get some cash
so we can redecorate the attic.

Yeah, but-- James?

Listen to me.
- Look...

Come in.

Ah, Mr. herriot.
- Hello, Mr. Gregson.

I've been review-- take a seat, won't you?

Thank you.
- Thank you.

I've been reviewing your file,

in light of your expressed need for extra cash.
- Yes.

Ah.

Now, Mr. herriot,

when you previously arranged borrowing,

you did assure the bank it would
be of short duration.

That's absolutely true--
- seems now that short duration

is to extend to time
indefinite, doesn't it?

The practice will pick up, Mr. Gregson.

Mmm...

You're a professional man, Mr. herriot,

a customer worthy of the bank's support.
- Thank you.

But sudden and urgent demands for funds
over and above agreed borrowing,

and at a time when outgoings
exceed income-- well...

Well, it is just this once actually.

It's to cover the cost of urgent
and necessary redecoration.

And I think we can oblige you.

Just this once.

Remember, Mr. herriot,

we thrive on confidence.

Your confidence in us, ours in you.

Fail us... and you fail yourself.

As it is in banking,

so it is in life.

Hodgekin?

Yes, ma'am?

Want him inside now, aye, ma'am?

Oh not yet, hodgekin.

You know Mr. herriot likes to
see tricki well exercised.

A few more turns around the
garden, if you please.

Yes, ma'am.

Hello, Mrs. pumphrey.
- Oh, Mr. herriot,

thank heavens you've come.
- Flop-bott again?

Tricki's rear end simply refuses to
relinquish contact with the ground.

Ah, same problem. And the
same cause, I expect.

I'm sure I haven't been neglectful.

He is exercised regularly.

Hodgekin takes him for a turn around the
garden at least three times a day.

Like that, do you mean?

Well, yes...

It won't do, Mrs. pumphrey.

If tricki-woo is to benefit, he must
be allowed to walk on his own legs.

Hm?

A very good day to you, gentlemen.

How do, Mr. farnon?
- And how are you, Mr. buckle?

A bit more in pocket afore
thou came, veterinary.

In that case since time is money,

we'll press on, shall we?

This way, Mr. farnon,

straight through into the barn.

It's-- it's Polly.
She's hurt her shoulder.

Modernization is coming on, I see.

Aye, there's no point in just muddling
on same like in granddad's day.

You've got to plan for the future else
you go to the wall these days.

Now that I've emptied his rear gland, his
flop-bott should ease considerably.

Oh thank you, Mr. herriot.
- Ah, thank you.

What have you been feeding him?
He's terribly overweight.

Oh dear, I know you're going
to be cross with me.

Pate de foie?
- Very, very little.

Caviar?
- Only once a week.

Smoked salmon?
- Certainly not!

Only the very freshest salmon...

With the merest hint of sauce hollandaise.

It's all much too rich for
him, Mrs. pumphrey.

There, you see, you are cross with me.

Now listen, iron rations from now on.

And plenty of exercise. It's
absolutely essential.

That isn't a request, Mrs.
pumphrey, that's an order.

Tricki will become positively mutinous.

Tricki's a very old dog.

Spoiling him is the last thing he needs.

He can't feel all that old.

Only this morning I discovered him

having an affair with a cushion.

Lord, she has knocked herself, hasn't she?

Man: Like I say, it's a simple lesion.

Just listen to him, veterinary,

a great one for book farming is our Billy.

Science, granddad, that's the way ahead.

Good farming comes from what thou does,
not what thou reads, young fella!

Time's are changing, Mr. buckle.

Buckle: Aye, all down to needles
with you fellas now.

But your stock's never been
healthier, Mr. buckle.

Not the veterinary bills!

Right pocket killers, your modern
miracles, Mr. farnon.

We get what we pay for, granddad.

All right, there's no problem
with her pregnancy,

but that shoulder will
need some treatment.

You'll do what you can
for her, veterinary.

A grand sort is Polly.

Well, Mr. farnon, how are
we going to tackle job?

Intravenous or intramuscular shot,
or external application like?

Buckle: Talk plain, you daft young 'un!

Youth's asking

does sow need a jab in
the ass, veterinary.

James?
- Mm-hmm.

You've been invited to join
the milk subcommittee.

What?
- Yeah, that's what it says here.

Siegfried: James!
- Good lord!

Coming up in the world, James.

But why me?
In fact, siegfried, why not you?

No, you're much more the
diplomat than I am.

Besides I'm not sure I could afford
that particular honor.

What do you mean?
- The subcommittee is made up of the heavy wallet brigade.

One either runs with one's
peers or one loses face.

Siegfried: I'll answer it.

Don't worry, you accept. You'll
fly the flag with honor.

Coming, coming.

What's wrong?
- This.

It is an honor. But can we afford it?

It can only do you good, James.

I have a suit falling apart at the seams,

an overdraft that causes alarm
bells when I enter the bank--

you can't not accept.
- I know.

Bert kealey. One of his in-lamb
ewes has aborted.

Right, I'll be off home
then, Mrs. herriot.

Thank you, Mrs. greenlaw.

Are you sure you don't want me
to wash them clothes for you?

No, you get off. I know you've
got a lot to do at home.

Aye. Never done, is it?

Mind, I couldn't be doing with
a big old house like this.

It took eight pair of hands to keep
this going in the old days.

Got to be done though, hasn't it?
- Aye.

And killing hard it is for you, too.

Even with me here to
help out now and then.

Mind, I could understand if
it were your own home.

I suppose you're right. I just
never stop to think about it.

It must be to your liking, seeing
how you stay on here.

Our house may be small, but it's our own.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

Still that's folk, isn't it? Always
wanting something different.

Well, I best be off.

Goodbye, Mrs. herriot.
- Goodbye, Mrs. greenlaw. Thank you.

James: Bert?

Thanks for coming out.
- I'm sorry I'm too late.

An infection of the womb.

Aye, I knew she were done
for the minute I saw her.

Will you get me a bucket of
warm water and a towel?

I'll do a Fuller postmortem and
then I'll look at the lamb.

How is it?
- In house with mom.

Loves this time of year, she does.

Gives her a chance to mother
all the waifs and strays.

Tristan: It's only me!

In here, tris.

Helen?
- Tris.

Something dreadful's happened.

Mrs. kealey?

Mr. herriot.
- This isn't a bad time, is it?

Nay, nay, young man. Come on in.

Let me get you a cup of tea.

No, you stay where you are.

Just come to see how
the lamb's getting on.

Aye, a miracle he's alive.

Come on, baby, out you come.

Reckon we'll build him up till one
of the other ewes can take him on.

He's fine.

Going to be spoiled rotten, I bet.
- Well...

It's the least a useless old
woman can do to help out.

Yuck.

Ugh!

I bet it's been tough up here this winter.
- We've had better.

But no worse than it's been for t'other
folk who farm top lands.

What about Bert?
- He's taking it very hard, Mr. herriot.

The youth could do with a bit of a boost.
He's been out in all weathers

with that dairy herd.
- They're a very fine herd, Mrs. kealey.

Any news on the t.T. License?
- Naught.

But milk subcommittee
will be meeting soon.

We're hoping they'll hear our case then.

It'll mean a few extra pence
a gallon, Mr. herriot.

And we're badly in need of that.

Actually, I've been asked
to join the committee.

Perhaps I can put a word in.

You must do as you think
best, Mr. herriot.

You know, it takes something
special in a young man

to keep going up here without help.

It'd be different if his brothers
had come back from the war.

But he's a good lad.

Never give up while there's
something to hope for.

And there's always hope. Isn't
that so, Mr. herriot?

What is it?
- Siegfried!

Redeployment from the min. Of ag.
To h.M. Inspectorate of drains?

I'm looking for Helen's engagement
ring, actually.

It's lost, siegfried, completely vanished.

Good heavens! What a fearful thing!

She's dreadfully upset. Not surprising,

it cost James almost his entire
life's savings at the time.

In sentimental terms...

It's priceless.

There we are, Mrs. Ellis.

Try if you can to stop
trixie foraging around

too much in the thornbushes
till that eye heals.

All right?
- Thank you.

Goodbye.
- Bye.

Next please. Hello.

And... you are Mr....?

Carter, Reginald Carter.

And what seems to be the
trouble, Mr. Carter?

It's zara here.

My regular vet says she has a serious
abdominal complaint and needs surgery.

But... her age, you see.

I'd rather spare her that if I could,

so I thought I'd take a second opinion.

What practice do you normally
attend, Mr. Carter?

Mr. mottram of scanton, actually.

That's all right, isn't it?

Yes, it's perfectly in order
to seek a second opinion,

however, we would have to
inform Mr. mottram first.

Tristan?
- Let me just have a quick look, Mr. Carter.

On second thoughts, I'll do it
myself. I shan't be long.

Mottram: Surgery?
- Ah, mottram. Siegfried farnon here.

I've got a client of yours in the surgery
who wants a second opinion.

You've no objection, I take it?

Mottram?
- I heard.

And?

You do seem bent on poaching my
clients, don't you, farnon?

What? Mottram, may I remind you

your client has a perfect right
to ask for a second opinion.

Now, if you'd be good enough...

Do as you wish. You will anyway!

He's making very good progress. And
if you keep up the good work,

he will continue to make
very good progress.

Oh, I will. He's on a strict diet.

Good.
- And do you know, instead of hodgekin

taking tricki for his walk, it's now
dear tricki who's taking him.

I'm sure hodgekin enjoys the
experience immensely.

You're a very wicked man, Mr. herriot.

You know perfectly well hodgekin
professes to loathe dear tricki.

He doesn't really, of course.

At least, I prefer to think so.

There we go now.

Now... before we have our Sherry,

I need your advice on a
most anxious matter.

Tell me, what do you think of this?

Well, it's wonderful.

Marvelous material.

My husband was most particular
about his wardrobe--

the finest cloth, cut only
by the most skillful hand.

And it shows.
- Most of it I disposed of after he passed on, but...

This I kept.

It had the most...
Particular associations.

But the time has come. It too must depart.

The question is, do I dispose
of it at a jumble?

Or perhaps find someone
who would appreciate

its very excellent qualities.

What do you think I should do?

Difficult to say, really.

I wonder...

Would you mind holding it up please?
- Yes, of course.

Do you know... the color suits
you most wonderfully well.

Look!

See?

Do you like it?
- It's very nice indeed.

Wonderful!

My problem's solved. You shall have it.

Me?
- Of course, my husband was a considerably larger man,

but with skilled alteration...

You will take it, won't you?

That's extremely kind
of you, Mrs. pumphrey.

That's settled then.
Thank you, Mr. herriot.

Yet again, I'm in your debt.
- No, thank you.

Thank you very much.

What a damnable prig
that fellow mottram is!

Good lord alive, what other practitioner

could possibly object to a colleague
being asked for a second opinion?

I positively urge our clients to do it,

especially in difficult cases.

Mottram seems to regard it
as a personal insult.

Perhaps you've been neglecting

the social side of your relationship,
siegfried.

You know, a little professional get-together
with the opposition now and then,

it can oil the wheels, I find.

That's a very acute observation, Tristan.

Oww!

Now then, veterinary. Upskittled
theeself, I see.

Look at my suit!

Aye, thee pockets must be heavy if thou
can wear cloth like that around t'farms.

This gate of yours is a menace!

Aye, thou's right.

It's only a month back I had
that hinge fixed again.

Guaranteed it to Mr. herriot, I did.

I suggest you get it fixed properly
before it kills somebody.

Aye, I'll make a note
of that, young fella.

Come for summat, hast thou?

Your calves.
- Calves?

You arranged to have your calves
nipped, didn't you?

Thou's right.
It's me bad memory, do you see?

Missus is always on to me about it.

All right, well, I'm with you now.

Well, mottram. What a piece of luck!

I wanted a word with you actually.

What is it this time?

Another of my clients seeking your
so-called second opinion?

I'll ignore that, mottram.

No, as a matter of fact, it occurred
to me that our two practices...

Might perhaps try to establish
less antagonistic relations.

As matters stand it works to
neither of our benefits.

And whose fault is that, pray?

Let's not point the accusing finger, huh?

But perhaps try to mend
a few fences instead.

To which end my colleague and I would
be delighted if you'd dine with us

one night at a time and place
of your own choice.

What do you say to that?

I believe in honorable relations

with colleagues in
opposition, so to speak.

But I make it a principle never
to indulge in "socializing."

In my book, all this
"out to dinner" nonsense

with people from competing practices,

particularly yours,

is shallow, insincere

and verging on the unethical.

Good day, farnon. Come on.

Good morning, sir.

Morning.
- Can I help you?

I hope so. I did actually
buy a ring here once.

Oh?
- Mm, about 12 years ago.

Oh really, sir?
- Yes, and I'd like something identical.

Well, similar at least.
- Well, sir, I'll show you what I've got

and with a bit of luck, we might just
find what you're looking for.

Excuse me. Won't keep you a moment.
- Thank you.

These aren't calves, Mr. Ripley.
They're fully-grown bulls!

Aye, they are a bit on the biggish side.

I've never seen aught like the way they
put flesh on once they start eating.

Didn't Mr. herriot tell you to get
calves nipped at three months?

Aye, aye, he did, Mr. farnon.

I'll grant thee that. He told me that.

Ah, but it's time, you see.

It fair races by what with
one thing and another.

Oh, never mind.

Get one in the crush, we'll be here all day.
- Aye.

Well, there's nothing here, I'm afraid.

Ah. I think I found the one I want.

That one, please.
- Sure about that, are you?

Mm-hmm, positive.
- Aye, you've got a good eye, sir.

A real beauty this is.
- Yes, it is.

May I...?
- Certainly.

Thank you.

How much is it?

Oh dear. Half afraid to tell you, sir.

A very special piece that is,

reflected in the price.

Don't beasts feel pain at
nippers, Mr. farnon?

He's had an anesthetic, Mr. Ripley.

It's me that's suffering--
thanks to your negligence.

Aye, thou's right. I let thee down.

Still, this is last one.

One more nip.

All that puffin' and panting,

you chaps don't half put it on, don't you?

Aye, but you can admit it to me.

Admit it to me, Mr. farnon.

Absolutely, Mr. Ripley. I'll
show you how easy it is!

I'll position the nippers. All
you have to do is close them.

Nay, nay, I don't rightly know about that.

Oh, it's easy, Mr. Ripley!
You said so yourself.

All set. Off you go.

Nay, nay...

I can't do it, Mr. farnon.

Your offspring are waiting
for their stories.

I am waiting for you.
- James, that's for supper!

Come on, darling. In for a penny,
in for a pound.

There we are.

Well... here's to... us.

Bom pa bom pa bom...

James, you're behaving very oddly.

Oh Helen, how can you say that
when I'm feeling like this.

Like what?
- Well, like getting engaged all over again.

Well, I can't remember the words
I used when I proposed exactly,

but-- well.

James.
- Try it on.

It's beautiful!
We can't possibly afford it.

No problem. I've got 24
hours to take it back.

Don't you dare touch it.

Come in.

Thank you. Hello, Mr. Gregson.
- Sit down, won't you?

We have a lot to discuss, you and I.

Now, Mr. herriot. I'm sure I don't need
to tell a man of your education

that trust is at the heart of the
relationship between a client and his bank.

Of course.
- If, for example, you borrow money for one purpose,

and then expend it on something
entirely different.

Ah, you mean the engagement ring.

I mean the money lent
to cover the cost of...

"Urgent and necessary redecoration,"

to quote your own words.

The thing was that the--
- then we find a check...

Considerably in excess of the agreed sum

presented for clearance.

A check used to purchase a
luxury item of jewelry.

Yes, I can--
- it's not for me to question

the motives of a married man,
purchasing such an item.

Nor is it my place to speculate

on whether the recipient of
the said item is a lady...

Other than your wife.

But it was.

Pardon?
- The ring. It was for my wife.

Mr. herriot, an engagement
ring is usually purchased

before marriage, not after.

At least in my understanding it is.

Yes, well, I can explain
that too, actually--

yes.

There seems to be a lot to
explain, Mr. herriot.

One way or another.

Yes, yes, I'll tell him.

Siegfried: Hello!
- Uh... siegfried.

I'm sorry to bother you but that was
a Mr. lumsden, Mr. mottram's locum.

Apparently Mr. mottram's away on holiday
and his horse has got the colic.

It's a very bad attack, Mr. lumsden
says, and he's out of his depth.

I wouldn't ask you, it's
just James and Tristan--

my dear, one must never allow
personal antipathy

to interfere with professional conduct.

If an animal is in distress, it's
my job to go and relieve it.

Thank you.

What have we got here?

All right, my dear.

Right then, lumsden.

As you know, she's got a...
An obstructive colic.

And I'm going to do exactly
what you would do.

I'll need to give her

a sedative hypodermic injection
to ease the pain,

followed by a gallon of liquid
paraffin by stomach tube

to lubricate the impaction.

And then after a few hours, a hypodermic
injection of carbachol

to see if we can shift the
impaction. Do you agree?

Of course.
- I've got everything in the car.

If you'd just be good enough...
- Yes, Mr. farnon.

Oh, and lumsden,

a big pot of coffee. This is an
all night task, I'm afraid.

James: I can't go to a meeting of the
milk subcommittee looking like this.

It's that idiot henshaw. He
said it would spoil it

if he altered the height of the waistband.

The pockets.
- Darling,

don't panic, come on. Try
it with the waistcoat.

That's it, and the jacket.

Wait-- there, now. How does that feel?

It's incredibly hot, actually.

I can hardly breathe.
- You know, James, it is really rather good.

Is it?
- Yes.

As long as you keep the waistcoat
done up, it'll be perfect.

Come on, don't panic.

I'm sure it'll impress the
committee tomorrow.

She'll need watching, of course.

But I think this good little
mare-- what's her name?

Trader.
- Trader, trader, trader?

She's on the mend.

James and Helen herriot when we were
picnicking up on scardale Tor.

I'm the one behind the camera.

Fabulous views. Who's the other girl?

Oh, she's a friend of Helen's...
Debbie mount.

She's very pretty.
- Oh, is she?

She's working in Australia
now, poor thing.

James: Sorry.

I'm not interrupting anything?

No, James, come in. You've heard
me talk about Deirdre mcewan.

Deirdre, this is James herriot,
my friend and colleague.

Tristan's told me such a lot about you.

He hasn't exactly kept silent about you.

It's very nice to meet you.
- And you.

Tristan, I must be getting back.

Right well, I'll see you later.

Goodbye, James.
- Goodbye.

I'm sure we'll see each other again.
- Mm.

Very nice, tris.

What on earth are you wearing?

Never mind about that. Fill me in on the committee.
- Ah, yes.

Anything wrong with the heating?

It's normal temperature for
government buildings.

I'm roasting hot.

Blame your spartan ways in darrowby.

As far as your colleagues are concerned,
the one to watch is massingham.

That's sir William?
- Chairman and eminence grise.

Any special--

pleading, he's the one you'll have to convince.
- Uh-huh.

Siegfried farnon?
- Yes.

Calum Buchanan.
- How are you?

Thank you for taking the trouble
to come and meet me.

No, no, no, no trouble at all.

Good heavens, a badger.

Oh, this is Marilyn. She's very friendly.

I see. Well, I'm blowed.

Stop.
- Siegfried: On the left's the surgery.

Leave it. By the sounds of
revelry, there may be--

Helen, let me introduce calum Buchanan,
who I hope will be joining us.

Hello, calum.
- Hello, Helen. It's good to meet you.

And who's this?
- I'm Jimmy.

My sister Rosie is not here, though.

I hope you won't mind me and Marilyn
moving into your house.

Oh no, I wish they'd let
me sleep in the attic.

Who's Marilyn?
- Calum's badger. She's in the car.

She's not really my badger.

Her mother died, you see, and
I've been looking after her

until she's old enough to release
back into the wild.

Oh, excuse me.

I heard you playing just
now. Do you like music?

Oh yes. Can you play?

A bit.

Yes?
- Mr. buckle, worried about losing his litter of pigs.

Right.

Oh lord, we'll have to postpone
our tour of the surgery.

Would you like to come out, calum?
- Why not?

Come along then. Thank you, Helen.

I'll see you later, Mrs. herriot.

Siegfried: Are you kitted out?

Chairman: Mr. Scott, Professor
dickson, Dr. mctaggart,

commander carrington-Mason,

and our invaluable secretary Mrs. hanbury,

and of course, Mr. Smith you know.

Mr. herriot, you've come same as the
rest of us to do a job of work,

so we'll get on with it.

I now declare this meeting open.

Kindly read the minutes if
you will, Mrs. hanbury.

Afternoon, Billy.
- Mr. farnon.

I'd like you to meet Mr. Buchanan.
- All right.

How do?
- Hello.

I hope Mr. Buchanan's going
to join the practice.

I'd watch your cows in that
first meadow back there.

There's dog Mercury growing in it.

It could affect their
milk yields, you know.

Aye, thanks. I'll remember that.

Ah, Billy. You said that...

Polly's farrowing didn't go too well.

No, no, her milk won't flow, Mr. farnon.

No milk at all?
- Naught.

And I'm afraid her young 'uns will peg
out unless we do something about it.

Chairman: Now we come to the matter
of kealey of top farm,

his application for a t.T. License.

I believe you have something to say
on this matter, Mr. herriot.

Yes, I-- yes, I have.

Mr. ch--

Mr. chairman,

top farm

has been in the kealey family
for generations.

Bert kealey now runs the farm

and has done so since his older
brothers died in the war.

Now in spite of...

Several and... many difficulties,

he has managed to build up his dairy herd.

Now, the herd cons--

the herd consists of...

They'll surely die off if
they don't start to feed.

Now then, mother. Let's have a look
at you. Let's have a look at you.

Just get over here a bit.

Let's see. Now what you got there?

Well, there's no mastitis.

Possibly agalactiae?

Almost certainly.

You have a shot of pituitrin?

Yes, I always carry some
in case of an emergency.

What about them miracle
drugs of yours then,

can't they do aught?

Yes, Mr. buckle. There's just
a chance that science may

provide the solution.
- Oh.

Hold on to that, would you, for a moment?

Buckle: Oh!

That was the only bottle we have in stock.

You daft young bugger!

Sorry, granddad. Mr. farnon.

How long to find a replacement?

Too long, I fear.

I see.

Do you mind if I have a stab at getting
a first sucking into them?

By all means.

Gentlemen, I assure you that--

Bert kealey is a very conscientious man.

He's hardworking. He's a real trier.

Now I have seen his buildings,

and they're not perfect by any means.

But I do believe that he--

he really does deserve a chance.

So I do thereby

recommend that you-- you
grant this license.

You may have to do this yourself in
an emergency sometime, Mr. buckle

so I'll describe exactly what I'm doing.
- Aye.

Watch now.
- Aye.

Insert your hand...

Now, gently, mind...

Ease it along.

Until you come to-- the cervix.

Now if the animal has just given birth,

it should still be open.
- I see.

Push your fingers...

Beyond the cervix.

And waggle her pig bed about.

Waggle her pig bed?

Yes, like this.

Oh, oh I see.

Right.

Check Polly's teats,
will you please, Billy?

Ruddy miracle happening here, granddad!

Oh! Oh!

He's got her milk flowing!

He's got her milk flowing!

Committee member: How about
that young vet fellow?

You never know with funny
dressers like that.

Chairman: Yes, but he cares,
does that young chap.

He put everything he had into his appeal.

Such passion and honest-to-God conviction,

it had the sweat rolling
off him in buckets.

You can have your science and your
book learning, Mr. farnon.

Me, well, I'll settle for nature's way.

And there's naught to beat
it when chips is down.

And he knows that, t'other vet over there.

A ruddy marvel he is.

Ha ha ha.

Hello, darling.
- Ah, James.

Let me introduce our new colleague,

the altogether remarkable calum Buchanan.

Hello, James.
- Calum.

Wh--
- ah!

He can play 15 instruments.

No, 20.
- He can play lots of instruments,

and, dad, he's got a real-live
badger. Really!

James, you just missed the musical vet.

It's a shame. Another time, perhaps?
- Oh, yes.

Good lord. You haven't changed one iota.

Tristan, so this is where
you've been hiding, eh?

And you must meet-- where's Marilyn?

She went out, I think.

My goodness, Mrs. greenlaw.
No, you two stay here.

Siegfried: Tristan, go
see what's happening.

Up there. A wild animal up the chimney!

Mrs. greenlaw, it's only a pet.

All right, she's fond of chimneys.

What are you doing?

I'm mother calling her to grub.

Nice chimney, was it?

Siegfried: Now... calum--

oh, tris, don't move, don't move.

Look! It's my ring! Isn't that wonderful?

Good heavens! How on earth
did it get up there?

Quite!
- Great Scott, the jackdaws!

Helen, was the window open when
you took your ring off?

Uh, yeah. Yes, it was.
- There's your answer.

We've got a pair of jackdaws
nesting on top of skeldale.

They're terrible thieves, jackies,
especially anything

small and bright which catches
their attention,

particularly when nesting. £1,000 to
a mousetrap, there's your answer.

Mrs. greenlaw: Mr. mottram on the
telephone for you, Mr. farnon.

Siegfried: Thank you, Mrs. greenlaw.

Siegfried farnon.
- Hello, farnon.

I've just heard what you did for trader.

I really... I really am most grateful.

Oh, my dear mottram--

young lumsden admits

he could do nothing for the animal.

But for you...

I really don't know how to thank you.

I was very glad to be able to be of help.

I'd very much like to know
how you tackled it.

Look, why don't you and your partner

come over to supper one evening soon?

That's an excellent idea!
Yes, of course, we will.

And thank you for taking the
trouble to telephone.

Goodbye.
- Goodbye, mottram, goodbye.

Extraordinary man!

There you go then, go on.

Go on.

Siegfried, give me a hand, would you?

All right.
- Thanks.

Come on, baby, come on.

Come on.

Here he is.

Ah.

Now then, which is the ewe
with the stillborns?

That one.

Had a right job getting
mom to give him up.

It's not gonna work with that old girl.

Nay, Glen will sort her out.

Has his own way of handling
this kind of thing.

Glen!

Bert: He's playing on her instinct
to protect young,

any young. By the time she
forgets about Glen,

she'll be paired to that
little 'un for good.

Hell of a bright dog, that Glen.

Bert.
- Glen.

James, I had a letter today
from ministry folk.

They've given me my t.T. License.

I thought they might.

Took a bit of help though,
I reckon. Thanks, James.