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Aw!

The mother rejected it and I
need someone to look after her.

So long as your dad doesn't mind
another mouth to feed?

It'll not be a cat that pushes
us over the edge.

Come in, James.

Blast.

- Do you need a hand, dad?
- No, I'll manage.

She'll need feeding every
four hours.

And you'll have to keep her warm.

- You'll have to do as James tells you.
- I promise.

Thank you.

Thought you could use with
cheering up this morning.

We'll barely get anything for Clive.

I only wish I could've done more.

I couldn't live with myself
if the sale went ahead.

Our name would have been muck
round these parts.

It may not seem like it now,
but you've done us a favour.

Helen! I'm sorry I'm late.

Your dad said they'd already taken
Clive away.

Look what James brought me.

Oh, look at that, so tiny.

Isn't it gorgeous?

She.

I'm going to call her Poppy.

That's very good of you Herriot.

Did you buy me anything?

Oh, um... You know, I...

...don't think I did.

All I've got's this
bar of chocolate

- and there's no way you'll want that...
- Thank you!

The cook over-ordered again,
don't want it going to waste.

- She's making a habit of that.
- Mm-hm!

- I should be going.
- Thank you.

Let's get that kitten inside.
Bye, James.

- I'll follow you in.
- OK.

James!

I, uh...

I wanted to apologise.

I never should have put you in
that position over Clive.

It was stupid of me.

- I understand why you felt you had to do it.
- Mm-hm...

I'm just relieved something good
came out of it.

What's that?

Well, I had to be honest,
about a great many things.

I can't help feel it's brought
Helen and I even closer together.

See you again, I'm sure.

Tristan!

Take your medicine.

I have no need of your witch's brew,
I am in the rudest of health.

- Morning.
- Oh, thank you, Joan.

Come on, then.

Hm, Glasgow...

Tristan!
Has he finished that exam paper yet?

For goodness' sake!
You should be in bed.

I'm fine.

I just got up too quickly.
A little light-headed, that's all.

Let go of that armchair then.

- I don't want to.
- You can't.

That's preposterous.

See?

Bed. Now!

Out of the question.

I have surgery today,
James has a full list.

No, I... I shall just have
to... soldier on.

You're a grown man,
I shall say this only once more.

You need to take your medicine
and rest.

Which I will do,

once I've completed everything else
that needs to be done.

- There's only one of me, Mrs Hall.
- Thank the Lord.

Tell Tristan I will be testing him
later.

- What have I done?
- Nothing, I suspect.

You've had the whole summer
to revise.

Time's come to show us
what's in that head of yours.

You've not started!

Your brother's going to want to see
this done by the end of the day.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

What about?

What he's going to do to me
when I mess it up again.

- Well, that's not the attitude.
- Well, it comes with experience.

Failure is like a deep hole,
once you're stuck in it,

- it's very hard to climb back out again.
- So why bother trying?

- Hm...
- Come on, Tris, you're better than that.

Jess!

Get away. Leave it.

Get out, away.

Hello, what have we here?

It must be James's birthday.

Oh, his first one away from home.

Today?

I've got his details somewhere.

Ah, tomorrow.

We should bake him a cake.

- Yeah, and get him a present.
- Yes.

- A knees-up.
- Tristan. - Just close friends.

- Your exams?
- Don't worry, I'm on top of it.

Quick cuppa?

I'm not really here.
I'm just picking something up.

Did you stop in to comfort Helen?

Hugh's managing that quite
well by himself.

You know, so long as he's around,
you don't stand a chance.

Thank you for stating
the blindingly obvious.

What you need is something to
take your mind off it.

What I need...

...is a pair of hoof clippers.

A date.

Tomorrow evening.

You're not really my type.

A couple of nurses.

Nurses?

Connie and Brenda.

Lovely girls.

Bright, witty,
wonderful bedside manner.

- In your dreams.
- You don't know the half of it.

Come on,
time to look to pastures new.

Hm?

Why the hell not?

Outstanding.

Leave all the arrangements to me.

James...

Is there any chance you might be
able to run surgery today?

Sorry, I've got to get to Rudd's

and then across to the Dinsdale's
to trim some hooves.

- What's wrong with Siegfried anyway?
- Absolutely nothing.

Run along, Herriot.

You're determined to go
through with this?

Mrs Hall, you have to understand
I have a constitution...

...far more robust than most.

Unlock the door.

We are open for business.

Sorry to drag you up.

- I know it's busy for you this time of year.
- No problem, Dick.

- Morning, Edith. - Morning.
- Morning, wee'uns.

Morning, James.

Righto, sister.

Good girl, Strawberry.

How long's she been like this?

Wheezing come on this morning.

Has she been gulping when she eats,
like she's struggling to swallow?

Now that you mention it.

You checked her over
when we bought her, Mr Herriot,

you said she were a good buy.

- Leave him be, Edie.
- I did.

She was.

She was?

Good girl.

I am just going to have a feel of
your throat.

I'm worried there might be something
obstructing her throat.

I could be wrong, but...

What is it?

I think she might have an
abscess in the respiratory tract.

An abscess? Is that all?
You had me worried.

Right now, it's small.
The thing is, if it grows,

I'm concerned that she may not be
able to breathe.

I'll give her a shot of Prontosil.

Hopefully that'll get rid of it.

And if it don't?

It will continue to grow.

Breathing will become
increasingly difficult.

There's no need to mince words.

If the abscess grows large enough,
it will block the windpipe

and eventually it'll choke her.

She'll die?

I'm afraid so.

If you channelled even half
the enthusiasm you

have for women into work,
you'd sail through those exams.

Rather good though.

Don't you think?

Goodness me.

We're popular today.

Don't seem that way from where
I've been sitting.

Not seen hide nor hair
of Mr Farnon for over an hour.

Turn that bloody light off!

Mrs Hall, I think I'm dying.

Take her inside Albert.

I'll be back up tomorrow, with luck
it will have started to go down.

Now I'll give you this salve,

rub it in with hot water behind the
angle of the jaw,

as often as possible.
It might help just break it up.

Thanks, Jim.

Cold day like this,
you need something to keep you warm.

Thank you.

Our dad told us not to worry.

- Didn't he?
- Yeah.

He said Jim Herriot
will have it sorted.

I'll do everything I can.

- Get back to your chores, then, eh?
- Yeah. - Bye.

- Bye, James.
- Bye.

You spend your life giving
out medicine,

it's time for you to take some.

Now...

...to bed.

I'll just take... five minutes.

I think you'll be longer than that.

I admire your faith in me.
It's an entirely new experience.

Hm...

You can't expect me
to treat all of those?

Tell them to be on their way then.

Either you climb out that hole
of yours, or they'll chase you out.

Right.

Who's next?

Next, please.

So?

Next, please.

She's hopping along,
with one foot in the air

and it's all scabby underneath.

Yes, interesting.

Come on...

Ah-ha...

Well, then,
what would you say it is?

If you'll excuse me for a moment,

there's a piece of equipment that
I suspect I'll need for this.

Ah! Bumblefoot.

Special equipment...

I think what we're dealing with here
is a simple case of bumblefoot.

A bath in warm water
and Epsom salts should do the trick.

And what's that in aid of then?

Hmm? Oh, this, yes, this is just
for, um...

The Rudd's invested their life
savings into her,

it's that family's future.

I checked it over, I told them it
was fit and healthy.

Could you have known?

The abscess developed after
they bought her.

Oh, what's this?

I recommended a cow to the Rudd's.

I think it may now have a
post-pharyngeal abscess.

Ouch.

Maybe Mr Farnon could
think of something?

It's my responsibility.

He needs to know he can rely on me.

How did you get on?

Rather well, actually.

Oh, the difference it makes to have
someone believe in you for a change.

See if you can't approach your books
with the same kind of attitude.

Oh, must I?

Knowing things is a kind of a
pre-requisite for passing exams.

It's easy for you.

You read something, you remember it.

Not really. I read something,
then I read it again.

Then I write it down.

Then it falls into place.

- Well, I do that.
- And?

I fall into sleep.

Well, that's what I'm about
to do now.

I'm going to bed.

- Night, James.
- Night, Jim.

Goodnight.

Well done, today.

But...

...you're not finished yet.

Number one.

Night, Siegfried.

Night? What're you talking about?
What time is it?

Where is everybody? What's going on?

We said five minutes!

Feeling any better?

Marginally. I've still got
a splitting headache.

What on Earth was in that
concoction you gave me?

Whisky, ginger, honey, garlic,
thyme...

...but mainly whisky...

What happened to all the people?

Do you realise how much money
we would've lost today?

- Tristan?
- Yes,

well, uh, I'm not one to brag,
Siegfried,

- as you well know...
- What's this?

Oh...

It's Greta Garbo.

I can see that, but what's it doing
on the back of the exam paper I set?

It's the scene from Grand Hotel.

Is that supposed to be me?

Tristan's actually been rather
tied up this afternoon.

Three days you've had to do this.

Three!

And this is all you can
bloody manage.

I was busy!

From the look of it,
you were anything but!

Your exams are one week away.

And this is all you can do?
This is it?

How on Earth do you think you're
ever going to be able to...?

I give up.

It's your life, Tristan.

It's James' birthday.

Oh...

I've organised a bash for him
at the Drovers this evening.

And I should have this paper
finished for you by this afternoon.

I'm going to lie down on the sofa.

May I take my breakfast there?

He can't even bring himself
to shout at me.

It's like I've broken
something in him.

- Good morning, Siegfried.
- Oh...

Cupboard.

How're you today? Set yourself down.

I can't stop, I've got to get back
up to the Rudd's.

Here.

Sausage bap.

No arguments.

And good luck today.

We'll be keeping everything
crossed for you, Jim.

On his birthday too.

The shame of it.

Where are you off to?
What about your test paper?

- Hello, James.
- Morning, Edith.

I think she's getting better.

Dad's been with her all night.

Dick, you must be exhausted?

You said to do it
as often as possible.

Have a look.

Good girl.

She's no better.

In fact, I'd say her breathing
has got a little worse.

We'd do anything to help her
Mr Herriot, I'll stay up with Dad.

We'll keep rubbing it
if that's what's needed.

Aye, if it'll make a difference.

- We're not shy of hard work.
- I know that.

- We'll not stop.
- Even our Maisy'll have a go.

Aye, we'll keep going.
Whatever it takes.

I only wish it were that simple.

Please Mr Herriot,
she's our Strawberry.

Jim, what do we do?

I've got a Kaolin poultice
to rub into the throat,

- and I'll give her another injection.
- Then what?

We hope, I wish I could offer more.

Aye, well, I'm not ready
to give up on her.

Come on girl, that's it.

Neither am I.

James, you clever boy.

Did the Prontosil work?

No, Strawberry hasn't
responded to it.

There was a book on otolaryngology.

I borrowed it.

Tris, are you?

It looks like you're
actually studying.

I wanted to help.
Come look here.

- These are really good, Tris.
- They're just tracings.

Overlaid. you can see the different
arterial structures

tracing right down to the windpipe.

Now, where would you say
the abscess is?

Right around here.

As big as that? Poor thing.

She must hardly be able to breathe.

It's tucked in behind all
these major blood vessels.

Otherwise we might be able
to get in there.

- And do what?
- Well, burst it.

The only good thing about the
abscess being that large

is that at least it's more
of a target to aim for.

I've never read or heard of anyone
doing that before.

The one advantage of knowing nothing
is that anything seems possible.

We'd have to make an incision.

Cut down through the muscle tissue,
through toward the windpipe.

But I don't see how we could do it
without hitting one of these

major arteries.

What have we got to lose?

- What are you looking for?
- Answers.

You won't find any in there.

Are you out of your tiny
cerebellums? It can't be done.

Look at the blood vessels
you'll have to navigate.

One slip and the Rudds will have
to watch their prize cow

drowning in four pints
of its own blood.

You seem to have perked up.

Oh, full of vim and vigour.

I checked her over I told them
that the cow was a good buy.

Which must feel terrible.

But you can't allow that emotion to
cloud your professional judgment.

The cow's going to die anyway.

You'd be giving them false hope.

Not to mention putting a animal
through a needless

and stressful operation.

I'm sorry, my decision is final.

Then what should I do?

Go back up there, tell Rudd to get
the cow down to Mallock's

and put the poor thing
out of its misery.

You must be honest with them.

You all right, Mr Herriot?

Oh, hello, Edith.

Jim, didn't expect you back so soon.

No better?

What is it, lad?

I'm afraid it's the end
of the road.

We've tried.

I'm sorry, James,
did they blame you?

No, which made it worse in a way.

Hmmm.

Come on, let's see
if we can't cheer you up, eh?

Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday!
- Hooray!

Do you want to blow your
candles out?

Very good.
That's lovely.

How did you know?

Your mother.

- Oh, no.
- She sent you this.

Open it.

- Do I have to?
- Of course.

- Put it on.
- Beautiful.

No.

After all the effort your mother
went to.

Here. It's not much.
But, erm, there you go.

Your own vetinary Bible.

Thank you.

You spoke to the Rudds, I take it?

Good man, worst part of the job.

But a necessary one.

That's enough of that.

Music!

Excuse me, ladies.

Tris.

This is Jim, Brenda.

And this, I assume is Connie.

You assume correct.

- Hello, Jim.
- Hello, I'm James.

- You're Connie?
- I know.

We did that already, didn't we?

I'm James.

Sorry.

Is he stuck on a loop?

It's been a long day.

Don't let the outfit fool you,

he looks quiet
but he's a devil with women.

Known far and wide as a great lover.

Drinks?

I'll just run in and get Jenny.

Why don't we stop for one?

Didn't you say it was
Herriot's birthday?

OK, but don't embarrass me.

And don't say anything.

And break the habit of a lifetime?
I won't, I won't.

No need to give me the look.

It looks like you're taking really
good care of her.

Who's this then? Your girlfriend?

No.

Good.

I think you've got an admirer.

It's her older sister you want
to watch out for.

She's madly in love with him, I told
you, you want to snap him up quick.

Well, I think I might have to then.

Of course,
I'm not short of offers either.

I'm going to freshen up.
Connie?

Don't go anywhere.

I won't go anywhere either, Brenda.

Good.

Ooh.

These need paying for.

This is fun.

Isn't it?

Hey, do you want another?

I've barely started.

Surely not today of all days?

I didn't think you'd be here.

Happy birthday.

- Hey...!
- Oh, don't get too excited.

It's highland shortbread. I thought
it would remind you of home.

You didn't bake them did you?

Ow!

- That hurt!
- It was meant to.

Thank you, I mean it.

Presents, drinks, that beautiful
woman hanging off your every word

and you're still not happy?

What is it?

Are you upset
because I'm here with someone?

No.

Really not.

Well, what you said at the
fair, about me not being serious.

Why was that?

Because you're not serious.

Good for a giggle, nowt much else.

Is that how everyone sees me?

The Rudd's are a lovely family.
They don't deserve it.

No-one does.

Is there nothing you can do?

There might've been.

Siegfried put the kibosh on it.

If you could have done something
for Clive, even if there was

just the slightest chance,
I would've wanted you to try.

- But Siegfried...
- Will always be Siegfried.

You need to be you.

Follow you heart.

It's what got you here in the first
place, isn't it?

I better go.

- Happy birthday again.
- Oh...

- We need to go and do that operation.
- I'm not giving up on Strawberry.

Siegfried will kill us.

Probably.

I'm starting to feel
a little bit sick.

- Fear or excitement?
- Maybe a bit of both.

I think it's time I found my bed.

Oh, finally, he's listening.

Just get James and Tristan to take
this lot to the Drovers.

- Where is James?
- He may not have been in the mood,

- he were a bit distracted.
- By what?

That cow.

Oh, he's young.

He hasn't learnt that you
can't save them all.

Now, what on Earth could be more
important to Tristan than women?

An operation?

We're going to try to drain
the abscess.

But I won't lie to you, there's
a good chance it might kill her.

And if we do nothing, she'll die?

Yes.

It's your cow, Dick. I'll only do
it with your say so. Just...

I'd hate for her to suffer.

Are you sure there's no other way?

We need to get in
and drain that abscess.

We'll operate in here.

We are going to need more light.

Let's use the head lamps.

I am the boss. I am in charge.

- He knows that.
- You should be in fourth.

- No, it's too late, it's third here.
- Don't tell me how to drive.

I'm not, but don't keep dabbing the
brakes. Really, Mrs Hall,

I don't know why I'm
not allowed to drive.

Cos you're ill and full of whisky.

Has it ever occurred to you that other
people might know what they're doing?

They might think they do.

You've got to start
giving them space.

Both of them.

Are you even listening to me?

- I was.
- And?

I think you should be in fourth.

Yes, well, you seem to have got
the hang of that.

Herriot.

Siegfried.

I gave you an instruction.

I believe I can drain the abscess.
Just trust me.

He can do this.

- And how would you know?
- He's been helping me.

Oh, that's right, it was his
stupid idea in the first place.

That explains everything.
I am sorry, Mr Rudd, Edith.

James shouldn't have
raised your hopes like this.

I stood on this same spot,
six months ago now,

I pleaded with you to let me keep
the job.

- I remember - you insulted me.
- But you kept me on anyway.

I assume because you
saw something in me.

- I did... I do!
- Then trust me!

It's my practice.

It's their cow.

Mr Rudd?

Look, if Jim thinks he can do it,
Mr Farnon...

...then we say, let him try.

It'll take a moment
for the anaesthetic to take effect.

Would you like to take over?

Oh...

James has done the preparation.

He knows what he's doing.

Your patient, Herriot.

Stretch her head straight out
and slightly back.

Right...

Deep breaths.

Retractors.

Watch the carotid.

Just above the jugular should do it.

I can't see.

I'm pushing through the muscle.

That's it.

It looks good.

I can feel it!

I can't use this! If I catch
anything, it'll be over.

It doesn't have to be sharp to break
the surface of the abscess.

Forceps.

Less chance of slicing
anything on your way through.

Just put it straight
through the muscle.

I'm in the abscess.

It's draining!

It's clearing, I've got it!

- You've done it!
- Good girl.

- Oh, that's it.
- Oh, James.

Well done, old chap.

He's done it!

Good girl.

So, Mr Herriot thinks
he'll have a go,

opens her up on t' ground,
right in front of us!

- I've never seen owt like it in my life!
- Lad, you never did!

If I hadn't have listened to him

that cow would've been
on the way to the knackers yard.

- A lesson learnt, perhaps.
- Yes.

A flu can certainly cloud the
judgment, I'm sure I would've come

to the same conclusion as Herriot
had I been properly compos-mentis.

I don't doubt it.

Never the less...

...James?

I wanted to say...

I thought I should mention...

I wasn't... completely
in the right today.

As close as you'll get to him
admitting he were wrong.

Yes, this is me showing my soft
underbelly, there's no need

to stick the knife in.

I should've listened to you the
first time.

It's not the animals that cause all
the bother, it's the people.

Quite right.

I'm proud of you.

In anyone else's hands,
that animal would've died.

It reminded me why I do this job.

And that perhaps I should
recognise...

...that other people can do it too.

That means you, Tris.

I'm promoting you to senior vet.

Oh...! Congratulations.

Are you serious?

I've watched you.

You've turned into
a fine practitioner.

And perhaps it's a good
thing that the responsibility

of the practice doesn't rest
entirely on my shoulders.

It's no more than you deserve, Jim.

That's fantastic! I mean...

- Thank you.
- Not at all.

Will I get a pay rise?

Absolutely not.
Do you think I'm made of money?

I heard what you did at
yesterday's surgery.

It's the good stuff.

Happy birthday, Mr Herriot.

Well done, James.

You're still here?
I thought you'd be long gone.

Struggling to drag Hugh away.

Yes, another round, on me!

Come on, Maggie, everyone.
Who wants a drink?

Jim, pint? Do you want a pint?
Bitter, yes?

I'm... Actually, go on, then.
Why not?

That's awful generous of him.

Hugh loves to celebrate.
Uh, James...

Didn't realise he even knew it was
my birthday.

Helen, listen, I wanted to thank
you for earlier.

I wouldn't have had the confidence
to go up to Rudd's

if you hadn't said what you did.

- Oh, get on. It were nothing. James...
- No, it wasn't.

It was something.

God...

Look, I've probably had too much to
drink

- and I probably shouldn't say this...
- Congratulations, love.

Thank you, "love"! Appreciate it.

Eh? I were talking to our lass,
not you! Hey!

- I asked you not to say anything.
- Sorry!

One sniff of the bar maid's apron
and he's like a budgie on trill.

I'm sorry, what's happening?

Hugh asked me today.

We're getting married.

Well done. Uh...

I mean, congratulations.

That's fantastic news.

Sorry, I just was
so desperate to tell everyone.

Bitter, wasn't it, James?

That's great.
Really... great news, Hugh.

Cheers.

Cheers, everyone!

Cheers!

- Evening, Mr Herriot.
- Evening.

Shall we?

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