All language subtitles for AllCreaturesGreatAndSmallS7_FriendforLife_eng

Moles are getting bigger
every year.

I'd not like to meet one
on a dark night.

(NERVOUS CHUCKLE)

-She's a fine cow, Molly.
-Aye.

How long's she been like this?

I Don't know, Mr Herriot.

Only saw her about
an hour ago,
when I walked her in here.

-Difficult to move?
-She weren't too keen.

Yeah, she's bloated.

Won't waste any more time.
I'll use the cannula.

Right.

Right you are. Right.
Hold him there.

I've heard some stories
about you and bulls,
Mr Farnon.

Earned your money
once or twice I've heard.

Let's just concentrate
on your bull, Mr Grimsdale,
for the moment, shall we?

I'm sure you won't
want to pay me
to stand here reminiscing.

Oh, I won't.

You'll have no trouble
with this bull.

Always liked you, he has.

Probably because he doesn't
have to pay bills.

I can handle your bull
all right, Mr Grimsdale,

but an examination is always
easier if he's held.

(BULL BELLOWING)

-He don't think much of that.
-No, I don't suppose he does.

Well, can you give me
something for it?

I'm afraid not, Mr Grimsdale,
because

I think what's happened
is that your bull has
swallowed something.

Something like, uh,
like a bit of wire or a nail,
something of that order,

and he has
a traumatic reticulitis.

And he's going to need
an operation.

Nay, I don't think so.

Is he chewing his cud?

I'm pretty sure
of the diagnosis,
Mr Grimsdale,

and I think that
surgery is the only
possible treatment.

He's not eating right, well,

but that's hardly a reason
to shell out cash
opening him up.

The wire, or whatever
it is inside him,
has got to be removed.

If it isn't, it'll make
its way to his heart

and then you'll lose
the beast.

You know that
just as well as I do.

You're talking about
a lot of money, Mr Farnon.

You'll be talking about
a great deal more
if you have to buy a new bull.

But, if it's not what you say,
I'll be throwing
good brass away.

Mr Grimsdale!

-Just look at him,
listen to him.
-(BULL BREATHING HEAVILY)

Let's first of all try
and make him
a bit more comfortable.

Let's get him into the stall.

Oh, what do you think?

I think I'd like to hoover
in here if you don't mind,
Mr Tristan.

Yeah, sorry.

It's quite something all this.
High technology meets
veterinary science.

Give Siegfried something
to think about.

Of course, um,
I'll need a car battery.

Well, yes, if I could just
get on with the hoovering.

Oh, sorry. You're busy, Mrs A.

If you're having
a lengthy discussion
about modern technology,

you might put in a word
about vacuum cleaners.

Vacuum cleaners?

Well, they've come a long way
since this one was made.

A very long way.

Well, I'll leave you to it,
Mrs A!

(MACHINE STARTS)

Yes, my hope is that
building him up like that

will delay the passage
of the wire to the heart,
that's the thing.

If you're right.
And even if you are,
it might well settle down.

I strongly recommend
an operation.

It's perfectly
straightforward.

There's no sign
of pericarditis
at the moment but if...

Ah, but if you open him up,
I've gotta pay whether there's
owt there or not.

We'll wait a bit, I reckon.

-It's sound advice,
Mr Grimsdale.
-We'll see.

Hey, he's looking
happier already.

Always cheers up seeing you,
Mr Farnon.

As you wish, Mr Grimsdale.

SIEGFRIED: Bye, Mr Grimsdale!

(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

Doesn't sound too healthy,
that, Mr Farnon.

Perhaps it could do
with a bit of surgery, eh?

(WHISTLING)

Hard work, that, eh?

(ENGINE STARTS)

There we are, Mr Grimsdale.

Tell Bill to keep her on hay
for a couple of days,
then she can go back out.

-You'll come in again?
-Mmm, towards the end
of the week.

But she's looking fit enough.

If Bill's worried about her...

I better stop saying that.
It's down to your son now.

Well, I hope it will be.

If Bill thinks he's going
to play at being retired,

he'll see a side of me
he's not seen in years.

Letting go of the reins.
It was never gonna be easy.

No, I know that.

Bill and Peter arguing
about Friesians and Shorthorns
till the early hours?

(SNIFFLES)

Ah, well, you know those two.

But, preparations for
the feast are going ahead
like nobody's business.

You can't hardly stop
to think.

It'll be the sort of farmers
do we used to have,
a real celebration.

Course you'll
not remember yourself.

I'm at the age when I would
love to be able to say
you were right,

but I've been in Darrowby
a long time, you know.

(CHUCKLES) You're not
but a youngster.

I'm going back
before first war.

When we had a do then,
by God we had a do!

Did not need to eat
for a fortnight.

Well, that's the sort of feast
I want for Bill's retirement.

You'll be able
to come, of course,
you and Mrs Herriot?

We'd be very honoured
to be asked.

Oh, you'll be asked all right.

As for being honoured,
well, you'll have to judge
for yourself.

(DOOR OPENS)

Thought it would be
your car, Mr Herriot.
I'm glad you're here.

JAMES: Peter.

Hello, Bill.

What's Mr Herriot here for?

There were a cow
down with bloat.
She were bad, Bill.

I would have thought you could
do a bit better

than have your mother
call a veterinarian
behind my back.

Oh, Bill!

-Don't be so daft, Dad.
-Aye, daft. That'll be it.

I've never been one to waste
your time, Mr Herriot,
and I won't start now.

I don't mean
to be inhospitable, but...

If you'll excuse me.

I'm, er, sorry, Mr Herriot.

We've a few problems.

And something's
happened that...

-I take it,
it's not about bloat.
-No.

Dad wants to pretend
it'll all go away.
I don't think it will.

I was going to call you in,
but Dad...

(SIGHS) You know,
difficult time for him.

You best come and see.

Right.

Well, I'll just, um...

(DOOR OPENS)

You've taken
the lad's side, then?

I've taken
no one's side, love.

There were a cow poorly
and no one here.

What should I have done?

If there's something's wrong,
you can't just walk
away from it.

Not when it's easier to play
into Peter's hands.

He can't wait to see
me out of here.

(SIGHS)

(ENGINE STARTS)

We've already had one cow
slaughtered this year
'cause it were going this way.

Dad thought,
"Out of sight, out of mind."

I knew it were wrong.

Not much doubt about that.

(BULL BELLOWING)

(BULL BELLOWING)

Need a dung sample.

-Siegfried?
-Ah! James!

If you've got time for a beer,
then so have I.

No, James...

-Hello, Bob. George!
-Afternoon, Mr Herriot,
what'll it be then?

Half a pint
and ham sandwich.

Thanks.

Siegfried?

No, no more for me,
thank you, James,
I've got a busy afternoon.

Just a half, please.
Bob, you're getting a bit low.

Oh, aye, it's getting
far down, right enough,
I reckon I could manage a...

-A pint.
-Thanks.

-(DOG BARKS)
-Hello, Jem!

How are you?
Getting on a bit,
same as us all.

Ten, come next Easter.

Still more active
than I'll ever be.

-A few good years in her, yet.
-Oh, aye, aye.

You'll be up to see them ewes
of mine this afternoon,
Mr Herriot?

Yes! First on the list.
Thanks, George.

How was your morning?

Ah, well, apart from
old Grimsdale,

who's all set on losing
that Hereford bull of his,

simply because he will
not believe that I know

when a beast has got
traumatic reticulitis.

Let's see what happens
by doing nothing at all.

By spending nothing at all.

-I was up at Prospect Farm.
-Oh, were you?

How go the preparations
for Bill Shadwell's feast?

It's time we'll be getting
our invitations, isn't it?

Oh, they're on the way,
I'm sure.

-Not a very festive
mood up there.
-No?

Mmm.

Molly called me out
to a bloated cow.
That was all right.

Then Peter and Bill
arrived back and I was
in the middle of a family row.

Oh, dear.

Bill thinks that Peter and
Molly called me in
behind his back.

-I'm lost, James.
-Well, it's about
his retirement.

And Peter's plans
for the herd.

Ah, the Friesians.
He's going ahead, is he?

I don't think there will be
Shorthorns up there
for many more years.

-And what's the immediate
problem now?
-A very sick cow.

And not the first to show
the symptoms apparently.

Bill just doesn't want to face
what's wrong, I suppose.

I've got to take some
dung samples,
but there's not much doubt.

-Johne's disease.
-Mmm.

Not a lot to celebrate, is it?

-Well, it's perfectly simple,
Helen, you switch it on...
-(WHIRRING)

And there you are.

-It sees what you can't see.
-(DETECTOR BEEPS)

-Here, have a go!
-I know what it does.

-Oh, go on!
-All right, astound me.

Now, I'll hide this scalpel
about my person.

Now, this is the business
end of the detector.

Just run it over my jacket.

-(DETECTOR BEEPS)
-Well?

I see. Yes.

So this is the sound
that tells me

when a veterinary surgeon has
got a scalpel in his pocket.

Fascinating.

Yes, well. You can see
the possibilities then, Helen.

No, I can only see you telling
Siegfried how much it cost.

Well, considering its value
in tracing foreign objects.
I don't think he'll object.

Lowerhall Farm on the phone.
They've a cow
with her calf bit out.

Rightio, Mrs A. Excuse me!

-Mrs Herriot, I wonder...
-Mmm?

Well, I was wondering if
you'd ever found Mr Farnon...

Mr Siegfried, that is.

Well, when it comes
to the question
of household expenditure...

If I'd ever found that
he suddenly had a hundred
other things to talk about,

and a dozen
urgent appointments
he'd suddenly remembered.

(SIGHS IN RELIEF)

They'll lose an awful lot
of money when they come
to try to sell the herd.

They can't keep it a secret.

Peter knows that.
So does Bill,
when he's thinking straight.

Thirty years of his life
in them.

Mr Herriot,
you'll be up shortly then?

Yes, I'll pop in
on my way back.
About an hour?

Oh, aye, well,
eh, you'll have to give me
time to get up there.

(CHUCKLES)

-Mr Farnon.
-Goodbye, Bob.

(STRAINING)

JAMES: I'll try to persuade
him to enter the slow
bicycle race

at this year's gala.

He's a natural.

I wouldn't rush
your next call, James.

(CAR HONKS)

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Not such a bad afternoon.

-Could be worse.
-(CHUCKLES) Aye, aye.

Folk never want
to forget that.

Shall we have a look
at your ewes then?

That brother of mine. All he
thinks is how bullocks are
doing. Never mind the sheep.

-Hello, Mr Herriot.
-Hello, Adam.

-Bullocks!
-ADAM: Are you
still complaining?

I could complain meself
if I counted the hours
he spent at that pub.

-(LAUGHS)
-Not as I do.

Ewes?

I brought 'em in
by this morning.
He let 'em out.

They got out.

And they got out because
you've been meaning
to mend gate to five-acre

for last three months.

You can't rely on a man
that never touches
a drop of drink.

Not even your own brother.

They'll be on fell by now.

Aye, well I've got me own work
to do.

-Good day, Mr Herriot.
-Adam.

I can always come back
another time.

They would have
not gotten far.
We'll soon catch up with them.

Bob, I haven't got very long.

Oh, aye, well,
we'll not waste time
walking, then.

You hold on.

The blessed thing
was only serviced.

Can't be more than a year.

Things do wear out, you know,
Mr Farnon.

Yes, I know, Mrs Alton,
but should they?

That's the point. I mean,
if they're properly made
in the first place,

and properly maintained.

Just think of the money that
this practice pours money into
that garage every year.

And nowadays, you know,

a car is as essential a part
of a vet's equipment

as his antibiotics
or his stethoscope.

We all need good serviceable
equipment if we're going
to get the job done right.

Exactly.

You see, if this goes on,
the car is gonna
have to be replaced.

Yes, and it's the same
with the vacuum cleaner.

It's so old now
it's spreading more dust
than it's picking up.

Mrs Alton, it is marvellous
to have found you.

You know, you keep the place
so spick and span.

But you needn't worry
yourself so much.

Skeldale's like a new pin
under your regime. New pin!

Not far now, Mr Herriot.

-We're not paying this.
-It's not a lot of money,
Siegfried.

My dear boy, any money that
this practice is asked
to pay out unnecessarily

is a great deal of money.

It's a vital piece
of equipment.

Tristan, I do not need
an army surplus
metal detector

to help me diagnose
traumatic reticulitis,
much less pericarditis.

This afternoon I made
a diagnosis of a bull
with a wire

without the assistance
of any such engine.

And you would have come
to exactly the same
conclusion.

It gives us confirmation,
though.

What it gives us is a totally
indiscriminate statement

about the presence
of any metal foreign object,

including nuts and bolts
and any other

that may be lying about
doing nobody any harm at all.

Well, I think
it could help us.

Listen to me, Tristan,
this practice is not made
of money, I mean to say,

I am driving around in a motor
car which undoubtedly needs
a great deal of money spent

on a rebore
or some such thing.

And what do I do about it?
I put up with
the inconvenience

for the sake of the practice,
and for the sake
of my partners.

I mean, there's poor Mrs Alton
doing her level best to keep
this house in a proper manner,

and is there enough money
for a new vacuum cleaner?

-No, there is not.
-Vacuum cleaner?

Exactly.

Did anything more
significant than that come
by this morning's post?

I have my invitation
to Bill Shadwell's do.

Should be something
to look forward to anyway.

-Perhaps mine's here.
-There wasn't anything
for you.

Must be at home.

-Bob!
-Not much further.

Must have been feeling frisky.

(CHUCKLES)

Johne's Disease, clear as day.

There's no doubt
about it, James.

Still, I suppose it's really
what they were
both of them expecting.

-Doesn't make it
any easier, though, does it?
-Nope.

-(GROANS)
-What on earth's
the matter with you?

Nothing, Siegfried, nothing.

Seems to be a rather
painful sort of nothing, then.

Putting rarely used muscles
into close contact with
one of Bob Stockdale's ponies.

(LAUGHS)

For a little bit longer
than I should have done.

His sheep had got back
on the fell.

"Only about ten minutes
ago", that's what he said.

Fitness, James.

How often have you
heard me exclaim
on the importance of fitness.

And what better way
to keep fit than to ride out?

Exercise, fresh air,

the exhilaration of speed,
the precision and strength
of a fine animal

moving beneath you,
a wonderful sense
of freedom, James.

I have nothing
to say, Siegfried.

Except that there was
very little exhilaration up on
Leck Fell this afternoon.

Now if you'll excuse me,
I shall go home and ache.

My dear James, I'm the very
last person in the world

to find amusement
in your discomfort.

-Would you like me
to drive you home?
-That's enough, Siegfried.

(GROANS)

-Ah!
-It can't hurt everywhere.

Oh, it does, believe me.

-It only goes to show...
-How unfit I am? You sound
remarkably like Siegfried.

I thought you'd give me
a bit more sympathy.

I always did go
for the nine-stone
weakling type.

Thank you very much.

What do you mean always?

(CHUCKLES) Who are the others?

Have you spoken
to the Shadwells again?

Siegfried's going
over there this evening.

It's not really
a telephone job, is it?

No. It casts a shadow
over the feast.

Well, they're determined
to go ahead with it.
Sent the invitations out.

Ah, yes.
Ours arrived this morning.

Oh?

I don't think it's quite
what you're expecting, though.

It's gonna be an odd do.

Hmm.

Oh, my God.
So that's what Molly meant.

I knew how awkward you'd feel
about making a speech.

Made me laugh this morning.

Doesn't seem
so funny now, though.

Hmm.

It's obviously been
on the farm for some years.

You know as well as I do
there's no real way
of treating it.

It's a question
of controlling it,

of minimising the spread
of the disease,

and, um, eradicating it,
in time.

I suggest we think in terms
of vaccinating the herd.

Of course, that does affect
tuberculin testing,

so we'd have to contact
the Ministry
of Agriculture first.

For the rest,
it's just good husbandry,
and it will take time.

And it'll cost us dear.

Well, you wanted
to write off the herd,
didn't ya?

There won't be a lot standing
in your way now,

once word gets out.

Dad, please.

-Hello, Joanna!
-What is it, love?

I couldn't sleep,
and I heard everyone talking.

Come on, back to bed with you.

(STAMMERING) We can go through
it all tomorrow, of course.

I just thought that
I ought to...

I am very sorry.
I wanted to come up here
and tell you myself.

I appreciate you coming,
Mr Farnon.

You've looked after Prospect
herd for a lot of years.

It's a blow
that's hard to take,
but not for us all.

-Dad, that's not fair.
-Ain't it?

I know what Molly
and me has built up
is worth nowt for the future,

Johne's disease or not.

Goodnight to you, Mr Farnon.
Grateful for your trouble.

I'm sorry, Mr Farnon,
it's not an easy time.

I think I understand,
Mrs Shadwell.

James tells me you're
still determined to move
into Friesians.

As soon as I can.

You go a long way
to find finer Shorthorns
than ours, I know that.

But the Friesian is the cow
for the future, even up here.

We've got to change.
We've waited too long already.

But it's no help to us
this way.

No help at all.

-You've all had
enough of me, I reckon.
-We have, have we?

He doesn't understand.
After all these years,
didn't we build this for him?

Did we?

-I'm not so sure.
-For what, then?

Maybe for each other, Bill.

You remember the first year
we were here?
That second summer?

We had ten cows then.
We lost eight with
bracken poisoning.

Such a hot, bright
summer it were,
till it came to making hay.

-I remember.
-We owed money everywhere.

We'd nowt to buy in feed.

And when that little bit
of precious hay were laid out,

we saw rain coming down
from the tops towards us.

We worked day
and night to bring that in.

Just you and me, Molly.
No one to help us.

And we did it.
Nearly all of it.

I can see your hands,
that morning,
the rain drenched us through.

Your hands were covered
in blood.

-They healed.
-I cried that day.

I walked away
and I thought of your hands.

And I thought if there's ever
a day I'm happier or prouder
than this, I'll be very lucky.

-I'm getting soft.
-Aye, well.

There were another day
I was just as happy,

the day our Peter were born.

Why though? Why does
he have to destroy all this?

We took our chances,
love, together.

Well, it's the same
for Peter and Louise.

Can't stop him, can I?

He'll break up the herd,
he'll bring his
bloody Friesians in.

But you are going
to stop fighting him,
because you are retiring.

I don't want to fight him.
But, it hurts me, Molly.
It's very hard.

And now this disease.
They're not making it easy
for me.

Nor for Peter.

How can I stand here in front
of all the people
in this dale,

with a glass in my hand
and say,

"Cheers, here's to the 30
years we spent creating
the Prospect herd,

"It were a waste of time."

Nowt we ever did together
were a waste of my time,
Bill Shadwell. Nowt!

(CHUCKLES)

Hello, George!

-How you keeping, Mr Herriot?
-Not too bad, thanks.

-Pint then, is it?
-Just a half, please.

-Hello, Bob.
-Good afternoon, Mr Herriot.

I have to say, it took me
two weeks to get over

riding the range with you,
you know.

Thanks.

No Jem today?

Nay. I couldn't bring her.

Is she all right?

She's got cancer.

There's a growth.
Been coming on a while now.

Why didn't you tell me?

Maybe you'd have her put
down, I don't want to put
her down yet.

Every growth is not malignant,
Bob, you know that.

It's a bloody big 'un.
It's like a cricket ball.

Where is it?

Under belly,
hanging right down.

Right.

I'll have a look at her.

-I don't want her put down.
-Neither do I, Bob,

but I don't want her
in any pain, either.

Come on.

I told you he'd be fine.

You veterinaries don't like
being taken over by
us farmers, do you?

I haven't revised
my diagnosis, Mr Grimsdale.

You should have followed
my advice.

You should have kept him
in the stall, ramped up
as I told you.

You won't give up without
a fight will ya, Farnon?

-Your bull's still at risk,
Mr Grimsdale.
-Aye, but not me wallet.

He's as right as rain.

Still got a soft spot for you,
Mr Farnon.

(GRUNTS)

-(ENGINE SPUTTERS)
-Have you got your invitation
to old Shadwell's do yet?

-I, uh...
-It'll be a right good doin'.
Nowt to pay neither.

-Mr Herriot's speaking, eh?
-So I gather.

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Not getting any better, that.

Mr Grimsdale,
no starting handle is going
to get your bull going

if that wire reaches
his heart.

I can get my fingers
right behind it.

It's just a small
mammary tumour,

more than likely benign.

I can easily remove it,
with every chance
of complete recovery.

Come on.

Do you see what he's like,
Mr Herriot?

I've been telling him
to come to see you for weeks.

I've lost patience with him.

Come on, Bob, bring her down
to the surgery.

You can't leave her like this.

Well, when?

I'll let you know.

He'll not say
'cause he'll not do it.

He's made up his mind,
Jem will die.

And that's that.

I can mend her.
Have her back in the George
before you can turn round.

The trouble is he spent
too much time at the George.
It's addled his brains.

If I take her down
to surgery,
I know she'll not come back.

-When did she last eat?
-Not since last night.

She's off her food and all.

Right. I'll sedate her
and give her
a local anaesthetic.

I'll just see what I've got
in the car.

Adam, get some disinfectant.
Scrub this table really clean,
and boil some water.

Bob, I'll do
the operation now.

Oh, Helen!
I am glad to see you here!

I hope those are going out
this afternoon?

-On one condition.
-What's that?

Will you talk to James
about his speech
for the Shadwell do?

Everyone still seems so fed up
of Prospect Farm he's got
no idea what to say.

Well, no more have I, Helen.
Yes, yes, of course I will.

-Has the second post been?
-Yes, yes, I think so.

MRS ALTON: Oh, drat the thing!

(CLEARS THROAT)

I still can't get him
to talk about it.

He's not in the best of moods.

Well, action will have
to speak louder than words!

-Mrs Herriot!
-Needs must, Mrs Alton.

Siegfried, Mrs Alton's
having awful trouble.

I can't get it to go.
Maybe if you...

Curious. It seemed
to be working perfectly well
earlier this morning.

Uh...

Probably just
a loose connection.

(MACHINE STARTS)

Oh, dear, what a pity!
It's given such good service
for so long.

(SNEEZES)

She looks better already.
Peaceful like.

-She'll need looking after
for a while.
-Aye, I know.

-Well, I could do with
a cup of tea. Mr Herriot?
-I better be off, thanks.

I know what I could do with.

Don't know when I've worked
harder for a beer than
I have this afternoon.

(BOB HUMMING)

Well, it's a bit early,
but I think we've got it
under control.

It should be,
we've been working
night and day.

This farm's not clean,
it's as near as damned.

If it was that easy.

I know, with Johne's disease,
you've got a friend for life.

That's what they say.

Well, we've got permission
from the ministry
to vaccinate.

Important for the new stock.

-When are you bringing
in the Friesians?
-Week after next.

Make sure you keep them off
the infected pasture, eh?

It's still too soon.

Like I said,
we've got to look forward,
it's the only way.

We must buy in
and we've got to start
grading up, straight away.

-Hello!
-Hello, Mr Herriot!

-So how's your dad?
-Still licking his wounds.

I've seen to it he's been
too busy to worry about it.

I never did thank you
for asking me to propose
that toast tonight.

(CHUCKLES) No, you never did.

By the way, we never did get
a reply from Mr Farnon.

-Will he be here?
-Oh, he wouldn't miss it
for the world.

-Hello, Bob!
-Mr Farnon.

-Good as new, huh?
-Aye, Mr Herriot
did a grand job.

It's not the sort of thing
I'd like to see again, though.

-So what is it this time, Bob?
-It's me brother's bullocks.

Mange, he said.
Lice, I reckon.

(CHUCKLES) Course, he would
have to reckon summat else.

He's gone off,
and left them down
in bottom pasture.

Gone into Darrowby
to have his suit cleaned,
Shadwell's feast.

Oh, yes, of course.

Looking forward to it,
Mr Farnon?

(CHUCKLES)

Uh, um...

Why don't we go
and have a look
at these beasts?

Aye, we'll have to ride,
if you don't mind.

They're down Hartwith lane.
A bit muddy down there,
not gettin' down in a car.

Right, well that could be
very pleasant.

Point me at my steed.
Just the thing to blow
the cobwebs away.

It's me brother's bike.
It's a rough ride, but you'll
not notice once you get going.

-Ah, thank you, James.
-You did reply
to the Shadwells?

What? Well, um...

You did get their invitation?

Um...

You didn't get
their invitation.

Well, I thought it was
probably some kind of mistake,
James, you know, but...

Oh, come on, Siegfried.

You've known Bill since
before I came to Darrowby.

How could you
possibly imagine?

(CHUCKLES)

Foolish it may be,
but I did begin
to imagine that

because I was the one
who actually took the bad
news up there that perhaps...

Siegfried!

Which reminds me, you've got
a tricky task on hand tonight,
don't you?

I have indeed.

And I've been giving
some little thought to how
you might approach

the question of the toast.

Oh, thanks a lot.

Ah, lunch!

What's the matter?

Well, to be frank
with you, James,
I've been up at Holt Farm.

-Sheep?
-Bullocks.

Siegfried, what's happened
to all that joy of the saddle?
All that fitness?

Don't be silly, James.
A horse hasn't yet been
foaled that I can't cope with,

but have you ever tried
to ride Bob Stockdale's
brother's bike?

You look smashing, love.

-And you are going
to enjoy yourself.
-I'll do as I'm told.

Aye, you will that.

Come on.

-All well, Mr Grimsdale?
-Aye! Very well.

Especially since I got the
better of your brother
over my bull.

Here's to him!

(CROWD APPLAUDS)

(MAN SHUSHING)

Uh... (CLEARS THROAT)

First of all I'd like to thank
you all for coming.

(ALL CHEERING)

I've not got a lot to say,
so you've no need to panic
about that.

Uh...

This is all.

It's to say thank you...

Bill and Molly made this farm.
I know that.

It took a lot of years.
And it took a lot more
than years.

I know that, I know.

The Prospect herd is known
all over North of England.

There's not a finer strain
of dairy Shorthorn I know of.

And that's what Bill Shadwell
made of Prospect Farm.

Well, uh, times change.

You'll know, some of you,
that I'm going over
to Friesians,

and that's not something
Dad and me have seen
eye to eye over.

But there's other things
don't change.

There may be another
Prospect herd.

But it won't just be any herd.

Not with Bill Shadwell's
teaching behind me.

If I live to be half
the dairy farmer my dad was,
I'll be a proud man.

But I know I'll never fill
his shoes.

There's not a better farmer,
nor a finer man in this dale.

Thanks, Dad.

MAN: Will you be
quiet please, for Mr Herriot?

Unaccustomed as I am
to public speaking...

I, um...

It is a very great honour
to be asked to propose
this toast.

I came to the dales a lot...

I came to the dales
a lot of years ago.

And as soon as I arrived,
I felt that I was
among friends.

And so I stayed.

And I married here.

And if ever I needed
a reminder of why I love
this part of Yorkshire,

I wouldn't have to look much
further than tonight.

Now, we're meant
to be here to drink to Bill
and Molly's retirement,

but I think with Peter's plans
for Prospect Farm,

he's gonna need someone
to give him a bit of guidance

when it comes
to choosing new stock,
don't you?

So, I ask you
to raise your glasses.

To Bill and Molly Shadwell,
to everything
that Prospect Farm is.

And to everything that
it's going to be.

ALL: Bill and Molly!

GRIMSDALE: There's nothing
wrong with my bull.

Mr Grimsdale,
if Siegfried says there is
a foreign object

of a dangerous and metallic
nature in the reticulum
of your Hereford,

let me assure you, there is.

You'll never admit
you're wrong, you lot.

You can't say
Mr Farnon's wrong.

I can, and I do.
I certainly do.

He's right.
And I can prove it.

Well, your brother couldn't.

If I can prove there's a metal
object in the bull's stomach,
without question,

will you agree
to an operation on said beast?

Come on then. Put your money
where your mouth is.

Right.

When?

Give me half an hour.
Mr Grimsdale's
establishment then.

Now?

I know that dawn
is the traditional hour
for these affairs of honour,

Mr Grimsdale,
but I'd never get up in time.

Right.

Half an hour, then.

Gentlemen!

-Where's he gone?
-The farm, I suppose.

Out of here like
bats out of hell.

He didn't say anything?

Not to me, apparently
there's some problem
with Grimsdale's bull.

(SIGHS) Damn it.
I'd better get over there.

Right, James.

It's a wonderful
vacuum cleaner.

I can clean the whole
of Skeldale in no time.

He's coming, Mrs Alton,
I intend to try the same trick
on James.

-Hello, darling!
-Hello.

A nail, common or garden.

Now, I'll place this nail
in the vicinity of
the detector, so!

(MACHINE BEEPS)

(EXCLAIMS)

You register the effect,
Mr Grimsdale?

Now we will place
the apparatus

in close proximity
to the bull's reticulum,
or second stomach.

I predict a similar effect.

(DETECTOR WHINES)

By heck, you're right!

Quod erat demonstrandum!

Is there any more beer?

Well, aye me, Mr Farnon.
We best see about
the operation.

There you are,
go and have a listen.

-We haven't paid
for that thing yet, have we?
-No.

I suppose you can't really
send it back,
now it's been used.

Not really.

Since we've got it,
I think I ought to know
how it works.

That's odd.
There's a letter here for me.

It is odd.

That's very odd indeed.
My invitation
to Bill Shadwell's feast.

You won't go far wrong
if they're all like this.

Mind you, I don't know what
your father is going
to make of it.

He'll learn.

When you're ready, James.

Cows like these gonna make
our Friesians the best herd
in North Riding.

It'll take time, though,
of course.

Ah, that's some beautiful
pair of cows, by heck.

What do you reckon?

How goes it, Bill?

Nowhere near the class
of a good Shorthorn,

but I dare say they'll milk
well enough.

How are things, Mr Grimsdale?

Things could be a lot better,
if I could keep
that bull of mine in.

Ever since that operation,
he's been nowt but trouble.

He's been at my neighbour's
beasts twice in the last week.

He's gone again now.

And if I
get hold of him today,

I'll be putting a few
foreign objects
back inside him.

Come along, Ken!

(ENGINE SPUTTERS)

Don't you think we should
pawn the instruments
and treat you to a service?

Yes, I think so, James.

(SPITS)

Siegfried...

Siegfried!

(BELLOWING)

Well, old Grimsdale was right
about one thing.

-What's that, James?
-He does like you, Siegfried.