All language subtitles for 06 - Out With The New_eng

- Mrs Coates.
- Same.

- What's going on?
- Couple next door are moving.

They've got a lot of furniture to shift.

Well, in that case I think
I'll back up and go round by the river.

Take a look in the mirror.

40 winks, then.

Mr Farnon, while you are stuck here,

would you take a look at my Wolfie?

Well, uh…

Yes, of course.
Why on earth not, Mrs Coates?

- Go on.
- This is really stupid.

Come on. You've got to do it
on Coronation Day.

- That's bad enough.
- I'll never forgive you if you get it wrong.

Come on.

I crown you the June queen.

- Jimmy, nobody's going to hear that.
- They will on the day.

- It's wrong anyway.
- It's not.

It's princess. Has to be this year
in case we offended the queen.

Come on, Jimmy, do it properly.

Please.

I crown you the June princess.

That's when the page boys
present me with the cherries.

- Doesn't say that.
- Miss Thomas changed it.

Why?

Mr Pearson came up with the cherry idea
and she had to work it in.

What do they do?

They say,
"May your skin be like the blossom"

and, "May your lips be like ripe cherries."

- You'll need more than cherries.
- Shut up! (coughs)

- Have we finished?
- Yes. Do we need the archbishop again?

- I wish we didn't need him at all.
- So do l.

I'm all right, Mum.

He's a happy enough fellow.

Wolfie.
I shall have to get vexed with thee.

- Tell me, how often does he…?
- Slide round on his backside?

- Uh, yes.
- There's no telling, Mr Farnon.

I can't be watching him all the time.

Of course not. Of course not.
Come on, fellow.

- Uh, every day, would you say?
- Oh, aye.

Oh, that's it.

The poor chap's anal glands are impacted.

Tell you what I'm going to do,

I'm going to evacuate
as much as I can for now.

That'll give him some relief.

It's got to be sorted.

If he makes up his mind to rub his rear
end on t'carpet in front of the queen,

I'll never live it down, will I?

- The queen?
- Coronation Day.

We're having a television set in here,
all ready for t'big day.

- It's all arranged.
- What a good idea.

I'll fetch thee some soap and water.

(dog whimpers)

My young brother's
taking himself off to London

to watch the great event in the flesh.

Lucky devil.

Spoilt, that's what he is.

- Mind thasen, Mr Farnon.
- Hm?

(dog growls)

Great Scott,

do you know I don't believe I've ever seen
anything quite like that happen before.

Snarling at one end
and still wagging away at the other.

I think you may have a circus performer
on your hands, Mrs Coates.

He's always done it. You're lucky
he didn't go for you, Mr Farnon.

Oh, really?

Right, I think that just about does it,
Mrs Coates.

I'll leave those for you, if I may.
Uh…

Ah, the van's out of the road now.
I'll be on my way. Thanks so much.

- Two young men they say.
- The burglars?

Aye.
Working as a team.

One keeps you talking while the other one
helps theirself behind your back.

- They won't catch you out, Mrs Alton.
- They'll not come here.

They pick on old folk.
Easy targets.

Well, we better keep our eyes peeled,
hadn't we?

Thank you for the tea, Mrs A.

(knock on door)

- How do you feel?
- Not too bad.

- But not too good, eh?
- (coughs)

- I don't think my medicine's working.
- Give it time.

- I'm not getting better.
- You only started yesterday.

Day before. I've only got one week
and three days to the coronation party.

- You'll be all right.
- Haven't you got something to give me?

Only if you moo.

If I don't go into school on Friday,
I won't be the princess.

And I won't have to be archbishop.

Well, the cloak's like a dress.
I look like a sissy.

You'll still have to do it.
You'll have to crown someone else.

- Oh.
- It won't be Susie Thornton.

- It might.
- It has to be someone from our form.

- How do you know?
- I know!

The question won't arise, Jimmy, all right?
Why don't you see if supper's ready, eh?

- And you, keep your tiara polished.
- What if I'm not better?

Rosie.

You will get better

and you will be a princess.

(phone rings)

Darrowby 385.

Oh, yes.
Of course I remember, Mrs Coates.

And I remember Wolfie.

Can you bring him in?

Ah, no. No, I see.
James.

Your hip.
Yes, of course.

Well now, Mrs Coates,
the thing is I'm busy all the morning

and I'm also busy this afternoon.

But I'm sure one of us
will find time to look in on you.

Not… not…
Not at all, Mrs Coates. Goodbye.

James, before you say a word,
I know you've got to see the Harts.

Mrs Coates lives just a few doors down.

- It's a dog, isn't it?
- Yes, it is.

Wolfie by name and by nature.

James, you are so suspicious.
No, Wolfie's an excellent dog.

However, it's just that with Tristan
gallivanting all over London,

it's a question of all hands to the pumps.

- It's his first break since he came back.
- I know.

And enormously well-deserved.
You will look in, James, won't you?

- What's wrong with him?
- Oh, nothing you can't handle.

Anal glands.

Yes, I know.

Waste of my brass
you coming, Veterinary.

Oh, really?
ls it? Why?

She were about dead
when I found her first thing.

- You never said it was urgent.
- I know when a beast's on its last legs.

First loss is best loss.
I should've called in knackers right away.

Do you want me
to look at your animal or not?

You might as well now you're here.

- Well, Mr Herriot?
- It's eczema, Mr Hart.

Miliary eczema, actually.

- It's quite common in neutered cats.
- Is he very poorly?

- He's not very comfortable.
- He's not been well.

Not himsen at all.

- Don't worry, it's easily treatable.
- That's grand.

- Been scratching a lot, I bet.
- (Mrs Hart) Some days.

He's been reet twined lately, poor lad.

Well, this will fix him.

Except, of course, I've brought
the wrong hormone. I'm sorry about that.

Still, I am passing your door tomorrow.

- Anything we can do to help him?
- No, nothing, Mr Hart.

It's not an urgent condition
and I promise you it will not get worse.

Do you want brass now?

When I haven't given him any treatment?
Certainly not.

What's she doing right up here?

I keep my dry-bag cows up here,
out of way of t'flies.

You've got most of them down at the farm.

I fetch them down
when they're ready to calf, if I can.

This is an old hand.
She's never ailed before, hasn't Alice.

Five calvings and never been any trouble.

- Until now.
- Aye.

She's getting on, like.

Fact is, Mr Farnon,
t'beast is our Mary's favourite.

Ah. Mary…

Our eldest.
Bank clerk in Leeds.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

She'd not let me forget it if I let old Alice
die without letting t'vet have a look at her.

We better see
if we can do something about it.

Well, tha'll charge me for a visit now
anyway, won't tha?

I certainly will.

Thought tha might.

- Who is it?
- It's James Herriot, Mrs Coates.

- Are you sure?
- I've come about Wolfie.

I have to be sure before I open the door.

Hang on a minute.

Tha looks reet daft down there.
Come on in, lad.

Oh, thanks.

- The calf was suckling all right, was it?
- Aye.

Alice were on her feet last night.

Right.

The, uh… the temperature's down

and there's no bowel movement.

I'll call knackers then, shall I?

No, I'm gonna give her an injection.

She's a good beast. She'll fetch
a decent price if I send her in now.

- I tell you, she'll make a full recovery.
- Tha'll tell me owt, Mr Farnon.

She's got the milk fever, you see.

With what I'm gonna put into her…

she'll be back on her feet in no time.

I'll not throw good money after bad.
Keep tha fancy drugs in that bag.

Well, let's say no cure, no pay, eh?

That means I'll only pay
if t'beast gets better?

Precisely.

Do what tha likes, Mr Farnon.

Uh-huh.

All right, Wolfie. All right.
It's nearly done.

- Hush now, Wolfie.
- It's nearly over.

- I'm right glad, Mr Herriot.
- He's very good, isn't he?

This must be painful,
but he's still wagging his tail.

- But that don't mean what people…
- Wolfie!

- Mrs Coates! Good dog.
- Stop it.

Get off, Wolfie.

- Does tha want to feel my hand?
- Good boy.

Enough! Sit!

Now behave.
I'll give thee such a smack if not, I will.

Mrs Coates, he was trying to wag his tail.

- He always does, Mr Herriot.
- Even when he's angry?

Especially when he's angry.
He's always giving folk the wrong idea.

Yes.
Yes. I'm sure he is.

Up you get, old girl!
Up! Up!

Come on.
Up, up, up!

There you go.

I'll send you my bill then, Mr Gibson.

How is Rosie?

No better.
I'm a bit worried about her, actually.

My mother always rubbed our chests
with goose grease

and dosed us up with her
home-made expectorant.

- What?
- When we had coughs and colds.

She reckoned nature could do the trick.

- Did it work?
- Oh, aye.

She wouldn't have a doctor in the house.

- What's in it?
- All manner of things, all of them natural.

- Can you get me some?
- I think I could lay me hands on a bottle.

Hello, love.

What?
You'll have to speak up.

- Lovely garden, Mrs…?
- Hart's my name. What's yours?

Simon, love.
All your own work, is it?

My Albert's back's gone stiff
so I do what I can.

- Poorly, is he?
- Only when it comes to bending his back.

So while you work,
he's listening to t'wireless?

He's off to Fothergill's
for a half ounce of shag.

It's not as tidy as I'd like,
but you can only do so much.

- I think we've come to t'right place.
- Aye?

We'll help you to get straight.

Won't take many minutes
to get rid of these.

- We can't afford to pay.
- Sh. No charge.

Grand, they are.

What's your secret?
You'll have to tell me.

- You have to feed them properly.
- You've given those tulips a special feed.

Nowt but blood and bone meal.

- And something else.
- We all have our secrets.

So we do.

Go on.
I won't tell.

..brings them up a treat.

I'll tell my missus that. She'll be right
grateful to you, Mrs Hart.

Well, that's a start, then.
We'll have to keep on top of t'job, though.

When would it be convenient for us
to call back?

We're always here.

Except when your old man
runs out of baccy, eh?

(chuckles)

You gave it to her
without knowing what it is?

- Mrs Alton swears by it.
- Their systems could probably cope.

I'm all for natural remedies
if they're proven.

I wouldn't give this to an animal
if I didn't know.

All right, then.
Let's get her on antibiotics.

- When Allinson says it's time.
- You give them at the first sign.

- That's different.
- But her throat is infected, James.

He's right not to
pump her full of penicillin.

- But if it makes her better…
- Let's see if she can fight it first.

- What about pneumonia?
- She hasn't got it.

Yet.

It's just she'll be so disappointed
if she misses the pageant.

I know.

You don't have to listen to her all day,
coughing her heart out.

I want her to get better
just as much as you do.

All right.
Time being of the essence, penicillin it is.

- What if Dr Allinson won't prescribe it?
- He will.

- We could try this.
- Penicillin first. Please.

Yes. I'm afraid she's in
pretty poor shape, Susie.

- What is it?
- I've a nasty suspicion it's liver fluke.

What's that?

It's, um… it's a parasite
that's carried by snails.

The sheep eat infected grass

and then this little thing gets into
their systems and it rots the liver.

So what's the treatment?

Well, I'm afraid there's
considerable liver damage

and I can't, uh…

I can't think of any treatment
that would be effective at this stage.

She was an orphan.
I brought her up myself.

There must be something we can do,
Mr Farnon.

Nothing you can do.

With the likely damage to the liver,
it would be a miracle if we get a response.

No wonderful modern medicine?

Not at this stage,
not when it's gone that far.

Something milder.

- A natural remedy?
- Well…

Why not?

After all, we still use turpentine
and linseed oil

to cure cows with the bloat.

We still rub mustard water
on pigs for pneumonia, don't we?

Yes, but these days
you do prefer to use your drugs first.

Well, because they tend to be quicker
and more effective.

- More expensive, though.
- Time is money, isn't it? Don't forget.

As you know, the farmers pay us to get
their beasts back as quickly as possible.

Yes. If only they'd pay their bills
as quickly as your drugs work.

(cat meows)

- There we are.
- All done then, Mr Herriot?

- Well, there's still tablets.
- Tablets?

Well, it's nothing to worry about.
He's just getting on a bit, that's all.

- And he is getting a bit bald.
- Baldness is nowt. Happens to us all.

How true that is, Mr Hart.
Still, we can help him.

- Never bothered me, losing my hair.
- Don't you believe it, Mr Herriot.

He spent years combing t'hair across
to hide t'shiny bit.

Aye, well,
it won't bother our Cyril, will it?

Aye. Only a cat
when all's said and done, isn't he?

Jab'll be enough for the time being.

- Mrs Hart, he needs the tablets.
- Next time then, Mr Herriot.

He really ought to start the tablets now.

If you find tablets difficult,
crush them in the food.

It's not that, Mr Herriot.
He's very good with tablets.

- It's just that…
- Yes?

- We've not got cash today.
- No, that's all right.

Another day will be fine.
You always pay on the dot.

May take us a bit longer this time.

Mrs Hart, sometimes we wait years
for farmers to settle up.

- You just pay when you can.
- I've always paid my way, like.

Never had anything on tick.
If we can't pay for it, we don't have it.

- It's all right.
- It.. It's just…

It's not important, Mr Hart.
Honestly.

- We were robbed.
- What?

Reet daft we were.
We should've known they'd come up here.

Oh, God. I'm sorry.
Look, don't bother about paying me.

We don't want charity.

I'm not offering charity, Mr Hart.
You just pay when you can, all right?

You'll get your cash, Mr Herriot.

I know.

There we are, then.
But don't expect him to live forever.

A two-year-old hamster's
entitled to draw his pension, you know.

- Bye.
- Bye.

- Oh, hello. Are you off already?
- To Rosie.

Oh, yes. Of course. Give her my love
and best wishes for a speedy recovery.

- Uh, Siegfried?
- Yes?

Have you, um…
Have you ever tried this?

What is it?

"Top Dale expectorant."

Well, Mrs Alton swears by it and I
wondered if it was safe to give it to Rosie.

- What's in it?
- I don't know.

- Have you asked Mrs Alton?
- I don't want her to think I don't trust her.

Very wise.

It's highly alcoholic.
Don't show it to Tristan.

What about, um… penicillin?

Well, Dr Allinson gave her
her first jab this morning.

I…

If I were you, I'd let antibiotics
have a chance first.

They're selling them at the post office.

A coronation crown.
That's five shillings.

Worth a lot more if you don't spend it.
They're only making a limited number.

At least I'll have something
to remember the coronation by.

You will remember the coronation
by being crowned princess.

You will. Those little penicillin soldiers
will soon smash up that nasty bacteria.

You'll see.

(door opens)

- Glorious, isn't it?
- Yes, isn't it?

- Let's hope it's like this for the coronation.
- That would be lovely.

- Have you seen Rosie's dress?
- Heard the history of every sequin.

- Jimmy's bringing the tiara home tonight.
- Good.

As long as he doesn't give it to Susie.

- Yes, he is rather stuck on her, isn't he?
- She's more interested in her menagerie.

Darling, you haven't, um…?

- Of course not.
- Give the penicillin time to work.

- I know that.
- That's what she needs, you see? Time.

That's what she hasn't got - time.

She needs to get well, James.

Come on.

I'm sorry. It's just…

I know.

Hi, Siegfried.

Ah, good Lord.

- Are you doing the church flowers?
- (chuckles)

No, this is medicine, James.

Ah, male fern. You're lucky to find that.
Pretty rare up here.

You get to know where things are
when you've been around as long as me.

Anthelmintic - poisonous to tape worms.

- Yeah.
- You said it was cheaper using Phyllosan.

For liver fluke in sheep?

Well, a bit old hat.

Don't you think sometimes we're in
danger of letting our drive for progress

trample on the traditional remedies?

Hexachloroethane is mighty powerful.

Too toxic for this patient, James.

She's very emaciated.
It would kill her and the fluke.

- And the male fern won't?
- Oh, I don't know.

It's just an experiment.

If the fluke doesn't kill her,
she'll die anyway.

- That's the risk.
- I'd go for the fluke myself.

- Would you, James?
- Hefty dose of Hexachloroethane.

- Thank you for your advice.
- That's your best bet, I'd say.

I'm very grateful.

That's what partners are for, isn't it?

Would you like to help me pick some?

I haven't got time
to pick greenery, Siegfried.

Hail then, and farewell.

- Siegfried?
- Uh-huh?

How about an infusion
of dandelion for mastitis?

Powerful analgesic qualities
in dandelions, James.

Hm.

I'll try this on Biggins next time I see him.

- Bye.
- Bye, James.

Not a word, Mrs Alton.
This is science.

And that's my best pan, Mr Farnon.

I promise to scour it thoroughly.

You should've used one of these.

Ah, next time, Mrs Alton.
Next time.

What are her chances then, Mr Farnon?

Frankly, my dear, I would give
very, very little for her chances,

but… you're never entirely defeated
until the last breath has been breathed.

I do hope you're right, Mr Farnon.

Time will tell.

Now then, Dafty.

Susie, will you hold her head?

- It's going down, Mr Farnon.
- She's too weak to resist.

What we have to do now
is keep our fingers crossed.

Here you are.

The penicillin isn't working, is it?

Well, you have got to
keep going with it, love.

I hate those injections, Mum.

You've got to keep taking them, love.
It could take two or three days.

- Ifit works.
- If it doesn't, we'll find something else.

If I'm not in school tomorrow,
I can't be in the pageant.

(knock on door)

- Come in.
- Susie Thornton telephoned.

Her sheep's up on its feet again.
She wants to know what to feed it.

- Oh.
- Anything wrong?

No, no. I'm sure Mr Farnon will be
delighted his male fern's doing the trick.

A lot to be said
for natural remedies, Mr Herriot.

There's no point denuding
half the hillside of male ferns

when hexachloroethane
will do the trick.

The pendulum could do with swinging
back a notch, in my opinion.

- Yes. Where is Mr Farnon?
- Gibson's. Lame beast.

I'll pop in and see Susie this afternoon
to make sure.

There's your culprit, Mr Gibson.

You'd walk with a limp
if you had that in your foot.

Right, what you've got to do is tub that
foot in salt and water for ten minutes,

night and morning.

And you'll need two tablespoonfuls of salt
to half a gallon of water, all right?

That should, uh…
that should keep her from going septic.

And then I think she'll be fine.

Right you are then, Mr Gibson.
Thank you very much.

- Mr Farnon.
- Hm?

What about the magic bottle?

- Magic bottle?
- Like last time.

The magic bottle.
Saved the old girl's life, it did.

Right you are, of course.

I know what you mean.
That's the one, isn't it?

- Smell again, go on.
- Gin.

No, but it's what they use to flavour gin.
Crushed juniper berries

- No alcohol?
- No, just the juniper.

Taste it, go on.
It won't hurt.

Mm. Well… different.

- Er… mint.
- Wild peppermint.

- Parsley.
- Angelica.

Some use parsley, but you have to take
care not to get it wrong and use hemlock.

There's something sweet, too.
Honey.

Oh, that'll be the cranberries.
And there's a pinch or two of pennyroyal.

If that doesn't
clear out your tubes, nothing will.

Right.

Come on, then.
Come on.

Come on.

How is she?

She's fine.

Greatly improved.
Much better than she should be, actually.

Must be that plant medicine
Mr Farnon gave her.

Yes.
Yes, it must.

- Should she have some more?
- No.

No, no.
I think one dose will be enough.

- How was she?
- Sleeping like a baby.

- Not her. Susie's sheep.
- Dafty's making a remarkable recovery.

- Must be the miracle season.
- Yeah.

- And Susie?
- Very happy.

- Good.
- She's getting very pretty.

- It's late. See you in the morning.
- Good night.

- Good night, Jimmy.
- Good night.

- Hungry?
- Ravenous.

- Rosie looks so peaceful.
- Isn't it lovely?

Those awful penicillin injections
must be having some effect.

Yes.

- Mrs Alton taking your calls today?
- Yes, of course she is.

Cleanliness is next to Godliness, James.
How's Rosie?

- She's going to school this afternoon.
- What a remarkable recovery.

If she hadn't gone in,
the pageant would've dropped her.

The power of modern antibiotics,
eh, James?

A miracle, Siegfried.

My gran has a lovely dog.
She says it keeps her company.

- Aye, same with my Wolfie.
- Aye, they're a blessing and no mistake.

Aye.
I wouldn't be without him for t'world.

- Your husband passed on, has he?
- Year and a half since.

My granddad passed on in January.

- I'm sorry.
- Me, too.

Nice doggy.
Nice Wolfie.

(Wolfie growls)

(Wolfie barks)

Get it off!
Get it off!

Come on!

(Wolfie barks)

After 'em! Get 'em!

Get it off!

Get it off!

Leave your jacket.
Come on, get in.

(Wolfie barks)

(carhorn)

Good boy, good boy.

That's right, come on.
there's a good boy.

Good dog.

Good boy, Wolfie.
Good boy.

- Did you get t'number?
- Afraid not. Sorry.

- Don't worry, he's left his calling card.
- Yes. Good bit of evidence, that.

Right.
How much was it you two lost exactly?

About [Pound Sign]4 1 1s.

There's four.
And one, two tens. Five pounds.

- There we are.
- We couldn't do that.

- We could and we will!
- (chuckles)

He were wagging his tail.

"Nice doggy," he said. "Nice doggy."
And the clever beggar went for him!

Well, he was talking to the wrong end,
wasn't he?

I'm afraid we're fighting a losing battle.

Don't say that, Mr Farnon.
Give her some more ferns.

Wouldn't help, Susie. If one treatment
won't work, 20 won't either.

I'm very disappointed.

Poor beggar got herself
all tangled up in t'wire.

You have to be careful
with barbed wire, Mr Gibson.

You'll only see stone walls
and posted rails on my land.

- She got out, then?
- Aye.

I've been too busy to mend fences.

It's a lot of work for one man, Mr Gibson.

I'm not ready for giving up yet.

- You could use some extra help, though.
- I don't mind hard work.

It'll need stitching.

- Is this one no cure, no pay an' all?
- Pardon?

- That's how thee partner does it.
- Ah. Well, I don't, usually.

- Don't tha think tha can do it, then?
- Yes, I can do it.

Why won't tha put thee brass
where tha mouth is?

All right, Mr Gibson,
I'll guarantee my work.

No cure, no pay.

I'd like you to hold the head,
though, please.

- One last chance.
- What?

Hexachloroethane.

- Is that another one of your plants?
- No, Susie, I'm afraid it's not.

I'm afraid I'm back to the drugs.

How soon can I milk her?

Well, as soon as you like. Just don't put
any milk in the churn that's got blood in it.

Now would l, Mr Herriot?

Not you, Mr Gibson.

I'm sorry, Susie.

You did all you could, Mr Farnon.

Yes.

- And you will milk her last?
- Aye.

I'll be back in a few days
to take out the stitches.

Bye, Mr Gibson.

- Tha's not finished yet, has tha?
- Yes. She's gonna be fine.

- The magic bottle, Mr Herriot.
- Magic bottle?

Mr Farnon always uses it on t'beast
when he's done.

Well, Mr Farnon and I
have individual ways of working.

- It's worked every time so far.
- I have done the very best job I can.

- Tha'll not get thee brass!
- If she's cured, I will.

There'd be no need for "if'
if tha used bottle!

What you need, Mr Gibson,
is a blooming witch doctor.

- Siegfried, can…
- James. Give me a hand.

- Yes, of course.
- Over there.

Siegfried, what is
Mr Gibson's magic potion?

- Now, let's move this…
- Seaweed? Belladonna?

..over here, diagonally across the corner.

Mr Gibson, Siegfried. I was up there today
stitching a gashed teat.

Oh, Lord.
Make a hash of it, did you?

No, I did a remarkable job,
but all he wanted was a magic bottle.

Don't tell me you didn't offer him
the magic bottle.

- I don't know what it is.
- Now then…

The screen will be there. Uh…

Let's get this round.
Your end down to the far side.

Right across. Right across, James.
It's heavy, isn't it? There we go. That's it.

Well? What is it?

It is… a professional secret, James.

Siegfried, you are impossible.

- James.
- Insufferable.

- Surely not.
- You should've told me.

- Told you what?
- What weeds you are giving his beasts

in case I recommend something
which reacts against the magic bottle.

- That's impossible.
- How do you know?

It's merely calcium.

- Calcium?
- Yes. Now, don't be so disparaging.

- Calcium, you see, is truly magical.
- For a bleeding teat?

And for everything else
as far as Mr Gibson's concerned.

I thought you were using mallow plants
or pennyroyal.

- Oh, well.
- Oh.

- Right.
- That's it.

So what happened to Dafty?

Alas, James,

the sheep it was that died.

That's the end of
my experimentation with the local flora.

Course, we'd have to draw the curtains
cos the light reflects off the screen.

- Ah, yes.
- Have you see this, James?

We are the new Elizabethans.

- Pioneers, Siegfried.
- Precisely.

We must come out of the dark ages
and embrace the future.

The vanguard is where our clients expect
us to be, and that's where we must be.

We're throwing the baby out
with the bath water.

- Certainly not, James.
- Natural remedies do have something.

The march of progress cannot
and must not be arrested.

Someone at Rowangarth has
been at the Top Dale expectorant

and suddenly Rosie is as fit as a fiddle.

- Penicillin, James.
- Possibly.

You are really so fickle, you know?

- You're positively contrary.
- Me, Siegfried?

- Have you taken your medicine?
- Not yet.

- (James) Sister Kirkwood's here.
- Do I have to?

Yes, you do, I'm afraid.

- Hello, Sister Kirkwood.
- Morning, Mrs Herriot.

(James) Medical treatment can't all be fun.

No arguments. You are gonna have to take
some of this stuff, too.

(static)

It's on the wireless too, Mr Farnon.

(distant voice on TV)

(man on TV) ..the only mounted man
in the whole oftoday's procession.

There, the greys ofthe trumpeters,

in theirgorgeous mounted state dress.

(thunder)

Oi-oi.

- I wish we lived in London.
- There's Tristan, look.

- What? Where?
- In the crowd.

- Where?
- He was there.

In the Mall? lmpossible.
Not a public house in sight.

- Oh, I bet it was Tristan.
- It wasn't.

- I saw him.
- You didn't.

- Please, Archbishop, Princess.
- She doesn't know what I saw.

- Does it matter?
- Here she comes!

(applause)

(Siegfried) Radiant!

There you are, you little beggar.

That's it.

(cheering on TV)

I'm just off then, Mr Farnon.

Right you are, Mrs Alton.
You hurry now.

- That's a lovely hat, Mrs Alton.
- Got to look your best for Her Majesty.

Mr Herriot, if you get a moment,
Mrs Coates would appreciate a word.

- Is that Wolfie again?
- No.

- She wants to thank her Robin Hood.
- What?

Robbing the robbers to give to the poor.

James, you should be out there helping.

- Yes, all right.
- But he'll miss the crowning moment.

- There's a television in the shop.
- We have to see to our princess, too.

- How's my hair?
- A mess.

It's perfect.
I couldn't have done it better.

- I know, Dad.
- Can we get this over with now?

(thunder)

What about the rain?
My dress will be ruined.

(Jimmy) lf the queen can put up with it,
so can you.

Use the umbrella out of the hall stand.
Come on.

- Bye.
- Goodbye, Helen.

Good luck to you all.

(phone rings)

James!

(phone rings)

Darrowby 385.

Yes, it is, Mr Gibson.

Um…

I don't suppose you could wait until
the sovereign has been crowned?

Ah…

- Lovely.
- Doesn't she look nice? It really is lovely.

- Cor.
- Stupid, isn't it?

Wonderful.

Put the hat on.

You look so… mature.

(man on TV) And now,
with the singing ofthe introitpsalm,

there begins the Communion service,

within which so much of
the ritual ofcoronation is set.

Here she comes.

There we are.
There's one foot.

That was the bad one.

So we're all right now.
Let's get the…

Here we are.

Right.

(man on TV) Fill her, O Lord,
with the spirit ofthy holy fear.

Now and forever.

Through Jesus Christ ourLord.

(all) Amen.

There now.

- All right. There we are.
- (chuckles)

- Dawn of a new age, Mr Gibson.
- Yeah. (chuckles)

Queen Elizabeth's newest subject.

Tha know what she needs now,
Mr Farnon.

- What's that?
- The bottle.

The bottle?

The magic bottle.

Oh, well, I'll have to have a look
in my bag.

I'll tell thee one thing, Mr Farnon,
tha'll need to tell thee partner an' all.

Done.

Now, I wonder if I did bring it.

Well, I hope tha has, Mr Farnon.

May your skin be like this blossom.

May your lips be like
these ripe red cherries.

I crown you the June princess.

(all) God save the queen!

God save the queen!

God save the queen!

(cork pops)

Now then, Mr Gibson.

- The queen.
- I'll drink to that, Mr Farnon.