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Malcolm.

Morning, James.

-There you are.
-Thanks.

-Morning, James.
-Morning.

I'm home.

All that money
on veterinary college.

It's all these trucks
and motor cars now.

No one needs
vets any more.

Thanks, Mother.

-Ach, something will come along.
-What if it doesn't?

-I'll go, Dad.
-No, son, you sit
and eat your breakfast.

Your father's had a word.

I don't want to work
on the docks.

You should be thanking
your lucky stars.

Men are queuing on the streets,
begging for work.

I know it can't go on forever.

It's good to dream.

But it's also good to wake up
again and see the world
as it truly is.

Postman missed one.

You know your father wanted
to be a professional musician.

His bread and butter
was the cinema,

then the talkies come along
and then it's all up the swanny.

I don't mean to be cruel.

We're just worried, love.

I got an interview.

You did?

You didn't?!

Darrowby. Yorkshire?

What if it's like the others,

no job at the end of it?

They're not going to have me
go all the way to Yorkshire
for no reason!

There was no mention of a wage
in that letter either.

He is better off on the docks
and that's all
I'll say about it.

Best get a move on if
you're going to catch it.

All stations to York,
platform 9!

Just don't be disappointed

if there's not a pot of
gold at the end of the rainbow.

Bye, Don. You be good.

I'll probably be home
tomorrow anyway.

Hold up. You're wonky.

All aboard!

You know I only took that
job on the docks to see us
through the lean times.

You've got a dream.

You've got to chase it.

Thanks, Dad.

Cheese and pickle?
Here's your ticket.

Now get on before you miss it!

Bye, Mother.

Good luck, son.

You got a bit of grit
in your eye?

Oh, I hope to God he gets it.

Waste of bloody time!

You won't learn owt in
there you can't learn out there.

For Darrowby.

What was that?

-Did he say Darrowby?
-Aye, Darrowby.

-Oh!
-Jenny!

Sit yourself down.
Don't push past!

Sorry. Little terror always
wants to go at the back.

Oh, Meccano!

-I think you dropped this.
-Thanks.

I like building bridges
the best.

-Thank you.
-On or off?

Er, I'm getting off. Thanks.

Excuse me.

This is Darrowby,
isn't it?

Darrowby? Nay, you want
bus for Darrowby.

The bus "for" Darrowby.

You don't half talk funny.

When's the next one?

I need to be in Darrowby
before four.

No more buses
till tonight.

-Oh... Hello.
-Mr Herriot?

-Yes. Sorry I'm late.
-I'd almost given up on you.

I'm Mrs Hall.
I keep house for Mr Farnon.

Ooh! Do take care
of my Saint Nick.

What happened to you?
You're drenched.

I missed the bus.
I got off the bus.

Hello! Hi!

Oh, she likes you.
That's a good start.

Jess is suspicious of most men.
Rightly so, too.

You can wait in 'ere.

I'll make some tea
and fetch Mr Farnon.

Mrs Hall!
Where is the blasted thing?

One moment.

Pencil.

Pencil, pencil, quickly now.
We haven't got all day.

Thank you.

One down,
God knows how many to go.

-I'm sorry, who are you?
-Ah!

I see you've met already.

This is Mr Herriot.

Yes, of course.

And why are you here exactly?

I... You invited me, Mr Farnon.

-Did I?
-Mm-hm.

For the assistant job.

Excuse us a moment.

We agreed there'd be no more.

He's travelled all the way
from Glasgow.

I don't give a damn how far he's
come. He can just go back again!

Well,
you can tell him that then.

-Is he even qualified?
-Nine months ago.

-What's his name?
-James Herriot.

Give the boy a chance.

Mr Herriot, I'm Farnon.
Siegfried. Don't ask.

I'm James. Thank you
for this opportunity.

Yes, well, let's see how
we rub along first, shall we?

-Jacket?
-You're wearing it.

-Job list?
-Pocket.

Will you not stop for tea?

I don't care how
he takes his Darjeeling.

I want to know
he's up to the work.

Come along, Herriot,
don't just stand there.

Are we not... I thought
this would be an interview.

I've got my references
from the principal of
Glasgow Veterinary College.

No, I'm not interested in a lot
of flannel! Let's get cracking.

-Till tonight, Mrs Hall!
-Good luck.

Grab that.

Cat.

In the box, the box, man!

Dispensary.

Oh, emasculator.

That's the burdizzo.

Enough to bring tears
to your eyes.

Come on.

This is Mrs Hall's domain.
Cooks a mean black pudding.

Makes it herself, you know.
Place looks like
an abattoir afterwards.

This is the animal shed.

You'll take care of feeding them
morning and night.

If successful, of course.

Good. Shut the door.

Our practice covers most of
the Northern Dales.

Swaledale, Wensleydale,
so you'll need your own car.

-Beauty, isn't she?
-Stunning.

We keep this spare
for the assistant.

Good little runner.

Aye, she looks... grand.

Right, let's see what
you're made of, shall we?

Best foot forward.

Halt!

Walk on.

That'll do.

Farnon.

The majority of our work
comes from the smallholdings.

We do get the occasional
small animal.

Cats, dogs...

Look at that!

Shorthorn cow. You see?

Gorgeous beast.

Dying out now, of course.

Friesians give
so much more milk.

As much as eight quarts per day.

And you think that's
a good thing, do you?

If a farmer can get more milk
for the same amount of effort,

-I suppose it is.
-You suppose?

-I mean--
-But at what cost?

This place has a character
all of its own. The shorthorns
are a part of that.

With them gone, the Dales lose
a little more of what
makes them so special.

So where did it
all start for you,

wanting to be a vet?

There was a small city farm
at the back of my school.

-Mm-hm.
-It was like having part
of the country in the city.

I developed a real love
for the animals there.

Ah, well, you see...

the animals are the easy part.

It's the people
cause all the bother.

-How do, Mr Farnon?
-How do you do, Mr Sharpe?

-This is Herriot.
New assistant, possibly.
-Oh, aye.

Another one.

He had me worried. I thought
the bank were coming for me.

What seems to be the trouble?

I've got a gelding
gone wrong in hoof.

Well, we certainly
don't want that.

-Is he foreign?
-I'm from Glasgow.

Scotland.

-It's that dark one over there.
-Yes.

-Well... which foot is it?
-Well, I'd need to see him walk.

You dealt with
many horses before?

Yes, lots,
at veterinary college.

What about in't
real world?

This'll be my first.

Hold your coat for you?

From the way he's
holding his head,

I'd say it was
the offside fore.

Good.

Right, let's have
a look at this hoof.

I'm sorry, young man,
I ought to have told you.

It's a very
friendly horse.

He always likes to shake hands.

No, no.

I'd like to continue.

Aw! Oh!

Easy, boy, easy.

Steady down, boy,
steady down.

That's it.
You carry on, young man.

Knife, please.

Thanks.

-Looks like pus in the foot.
-Oh?

Easy!

Oh! Got it!

Wait.

Now to disinfect
the wound.

A touch of iodine.

A dash of turpentine.

By
God, Mr Farnon!

It's wonderful what science
can do these days.

What shall we say to that,
ten bob?

Aye, aye.

Let's go back a different way.

Over the Brenkstone Pass
and down Sildale.
I'd like you to see it.

I've never used iodine in that
way before. Is it a new remedy?

Oh, it has no practical purpose
whatsoever.

But it never fails to impress.

Makes them feel they're
getting their money's worth.

Time to earn your wings.

I didn't expect it
to be so beautiful.

One of the wildest
spots in England.

It's a fearsome place
in winter, I tell you.

-Marvellous.
-You won't be saying that
when the snow's eight foot deep.

I've known this pass to be
blocked for weeks on end.

I'll be sure to keep
a shovel with me.

That's Hodden Hill ahead.

You need to keep your speed up
or you won't make it up
the other side.

The brakes don't work!

Oh, that happens
from time to time.

They're consistently
inconsistent.

-How am I supposed to slow down?
-Why would you want to?

We want to go faster, Herriot,
not slower, faster!

Have faith in yourself!
Keep your foot on it!

I can't...

Oh...

Oh, dear.
Shall I get out and push?

Oh! You're back.

-Good day?
-It's not over yet.

He was lying on
the ground covered in muck
and I says to him,

"He always likes
to shake hands!"

Farnon.

-How do, Mr Farnon?
-Evening, Nick.

Two ales, please, Jim.

You found your way
all right then, lad?

I did, thank you.

'Ere, Farnon, lady of the
house wants to know, what's
to do with this cat of hers?

Ask her to come into the surgery
tomorrow to pick him up.

Oh, and I've got a sow
I want to talk to you about.

Yes, yes, Henry, just give me
a moment to wet my whistle.

Your very good health.

Now...

about this sow of mine.

Seven piglets,
all good and healthy,

but the runt of litter, he's
not getting a look in, poor sod.

Ah, well, now that's
a very common problem.

And one which will have to wait.

If I allow them to think
I'm at their beck and call,
it would never stop.

'Ere, Farnon.

Got an heifer going on
three cylinders.

Wants seeing to.

Yes, Mr Handshaw. I'll be out
first thing tomorrow morning.

No matter then.
I'll go see George Pandhi.

He's always happy to come out,
see us animals.

Well, that's certainly
your prerogative.

He's a perfectly...
adequate substitute.

Yeah.

-Hold on, Dennis.
-'Ere, what about my pigs?

Um, perhaps you could direct
your questions to my
new assistant.

Your assistant?
You mean, I've got the job?

How does four quid a week
and full board sound?

Oh, it sounds...great!
I mean, thank you.

-Trial period only, mind you.
-Of course.

These gentlemen
will look after you.

You all right finding
your own way home?

Good!

Now, let's us have us another

and then we'll get to
this pig of mine.

They've got your brew on
tonight, haven't they, Sharpe?

Oh, aye.
Puts hairs on your chest.

If you're up to it.
Not like that gnat's piss.

I shouldn't really.
I want a clear head tomorrow.

Probably for the best. It's a
drink for Yorkshiremen, in't it?

Aye. Aye, not for city folk.

Ach, where's the harm in one.

Mr Herriot, what
an earth are you doing?

Feeding the cats.

I got the job!

-How much did you have?
-Only two.

Mr Sharpe was kind enough
to let me sample his home brew.

On your feet.

If Mr Farnon wakes up and
catches you in this state,

you'll be out on your ear.
Now, put them back.

Quickly!

No sign of Rip Van Winkle?

I expect he's tired from
all that travelling yesterday.

Morning, Mrs Hall, Mr Farnon.

Morning, James.

-Hope you slept comfortably.
-Very much so.

Thank you.

Stayed on at the Drovers
last night?

Only for a couple. Get
to know the locals, you know.

And did you?

-Did I what?
-Get to know them?

-Who?
-The locals.

The locals?

Oh, yes! Yes, I was...
Well, I did. I think.

-Sorry, what was the question?
-Poor boy's barely woken up.

Coffee?

Oh, I don't usually
actually t...

Something the matter?

Uh, no. No, it looks...

Well, there's just
so much of it.

It's not the mountain
we conquer but ourselves.

What's this about Henry's pig?

-Henry's...
-Mr Dinsdale.
You spoke with him last night.

Ah, yes.

Yes. He has a pig that...

Well, it's a little
confusing actually.

He had a pig that was...

Really, James, these people
are our valued customers.

-If you can't remember...
-Perhaps the inquisition
can wait

until after Mr Herriot's
finished his breakfast.

The runt!

I advised him
to remove the others

to give the little one a chance
and if that didn't work, then...

bottle feeding
would be the only way.

Well, we best be getting on.
We've got a full list.

Got to see the Aldersons.
Calf trouble.

Just try and make it
through the day.

What an earth are doing?!
You missed the turning!

You said you were going to
tell me when it was coming up.

I just did!
Weren't you listening?

But...

Yes, Mr Farnon.

Sorry.

There.

-Just enjoying the view.
-See if you can find Alderson.
I'll follow.

Hello?

Hello!

Mr Alderson?

Mr Alderson?

Oh,God!

Good boy.

Good lad.

Bugger this!

Get!

Oh!

Hold this one for me.

Thanks.

Come here, you.

Come here.

That's it.

Thanks.

Just don't look him
in the eye.

That's them sorted.
Sorry about Clive.

He's a miserable devil
at the best of times.

-Who's Clive?
-This one.

Need a hand down?

Uh, no. I can manage.

I'm Helen.

Uh, Herriot.
James...Herriot.

Mr Farnon's new assistant.

Oh! Another one.

Calf's in the top field.

Jenny! Get yourself
up to the house.

Your homework needs doing.

I swear she's like a sheep dog
but with half the sense.

My mother used to despair at
my mucking about with animals.

-Still does.
-She's my sister!

-How old is she now?
-Twelve.

I swear I've aged two
for every one of hers.

I'm sure she'll appreciate
everything you've done
when she's older.

We can live in hope,
can't we, Siegfried?

Your father faring well?

He never stops,
much as I want him to.

That's good.
Keep hold of the neck, please.

Good girl. Now, settle down.

He's here to look after you.

Clean fracture of
the metacarpal bone.

But there's very little
displacement.

And what do you suggest
we do about it?

It should do well with
a plaster cast, I think.

-You think?
-No, I know.

You're not going
to use a splint?

The plaster cast should be
sufficient to hold it
in alignment.

-Should?
-It...it will be.

Very good, carry on.

Don't worry.

We're here now.

We're going to look after her.

Got her leg?

Yes.

I'll be back to see you soon.
To...see the calf.

And to remove the cast
from its leg.

In a couple of months. Weeks!

I'd better go.

-It was nice meeting you.
-You too. Wait, James.

Siegfried's bark really is
worse than his bite.

He's been very kind to us.

Underneath it all,
he's a good man.

Stand up to him.
He'll love you for it.

Chop, chop.

-Mrs Dinsdale?
-Yes.

-You're for Jasper?
-Mm-hm.

If you'd like to wait in here,
I'll fetch your cat.

Could you grab Leo for me
while you're at it?

Okay, Leo.

And Jasper.

Oh, Herriot, thank you.

Here we go.

-What's the operation?
-Oh, a simple castration.
Nothing major.

What's that then?

Jasper. Your cat.

-No, it isn't.
-Are you sure?

You think I wouldn't know
my own cat?

Sorry, Mrs Hall, would you mind?

-James?
-It's the wrong cat.

I don't understand.
It said Jasper on the cage.

I know it did so how can it be?

Maybe because you came home
soused last night.

I put them back
in the wrong cages.

Please don't say anything!

Darrowby 2297.

I'll have someone call you
later today.

Apologies for the delay,
Mrs Dinsdale.

Now, the good news.
Jasper's mange has cleared up

and you can take him home today.
The bad news.

It'll be half a crown.

-That's not my cat neither.
-You're sure?

Am I sure? It's the wrong colour
for starters!

And what would be
the right colour?

He's a ginger.

Oh, God!

- Sorry...
- James,
slow down. Take a deep breath.

Stop! That's the wrong cat.

-What are talking about?
This is the cat you gave me.
-It's Jasper.

-I asked for Leo!
-I thought he was.

My cat!

You've killed him!

-He's not dead.
-Merely chloroformed.

Mrs Dinsdale, perhaps
you could wait in the hall.

You've drugged him, my baby!
You've drugged my cat!

For the love of God,
will someone tell me what
the hell is going on?!

-It was my fault.
-More than likely, I should say!

It were just a simple
administrative error.

I put them back
in the wrong cages.

Oh, really, Herriot!
How could you make
such a fundamental mistake?

Cos he was bloody pie-eyed,
I shouldn't imagine.

Well, that's how
my Henry tells it.

What?! You were drunk?

Looks like it's you and me
in the doghouse, Jess.

What's wrong?
Why can't I have that?

Because it's not one word
and it's spelt differently.

Yes, yes, apart from that?

You know he were only feeding
the cats because he wanted
to do a good job.

It was a silly mistake.

These people trust us
with their animals.

For the farmers,
it's their livelihood.

I can't afford a repeat
of what happened today.

So you propose to keep running
this place by yourself?

I've managed perfectly well
on my own so far.

Well, you weren't always
on your own.

Even if that's what
you've got used to.

Are you going to take your turn?

It's wearing you down.

-That's my business, isn't it?
-What about the people
who care about...

-Are we playing this
blasted game or not?
-You never stop.

You're always on the go.
You'll run yourself into
an early grave.

I think I've got a few good
years before they put me
out to pasture.

One mistake!

He's a good boy taking his first
steps in the working world.

You must remember
what that were like?

How hard it was?

It's just someone else
for me to worry about.

You can't say I haven't tried.
What is he, the fifth,
the sixth?

You never gave any of them
a fair crack of the whip.

In fact, I might even go
so far as to suggest

you spiked his guns.

I have no idea what
you're talking about.

You led an horse to water
knowing full well

Sharpe and Dinsdale
would see he drank it.

That's an absurd suggestion.

I know you're the patron
saint of lost cause, but really!

And what exactly is that
supposed to mean?

That you care about people who,
who sometimes don't deserve it.

Oh, on that we must agree.

-He's a good lad.
-I don't doubt it.

But I'm afraid
he still has to go.

I'm having trouble wi' calf.
Can someone come and help us?

We'll get someone up
to your farm right away.

Thanks so much.

Dick Rudd's having trouble
with a calf.

-Better wake Mr Farnon.
-Don't! I'll go.

-Well...
-I can do it.

Mrs Hall...

Please.

All right.

I put it up for luck
when Mr Farnon goes out.

Thank you.

She's in here!

Don't worry,
he'll soon he here.

Eh...

you let me know if I can
get you some more light.

This'll do just fine.
Thank you, Mr Rudd.

I don't suppose she has a name?

-Not as such.
-He calls them all "Missus".

Spends more time talking
with them then he does with me.

-Better quality of conversation.
-They don't say owt.

Aye.

All right there, Missus.

It's all right.

We're here to look after you.

I'm going to get that baby
of yours out.

How long has she been pushing?

Five hour, thereabouts.

Easy.

Take it easy, you're all right.

The head's caught in the pelvis.
I can't...

bring it around to get it out.

Are you all right there?

She's having
a contraction.

It's no good! It's no good!
It's not coming around.

Is that it then?

Are they both done for?

No. We'll keep trying.

Good morning,
good morning!

Mrs Hall?

Ah! This is going on too long.

I can fetch Farnon.

He wouldn't make it in time.

Look, I don't want her
to suffer.

If it comes to it,
you do what you gotta do.

Oh, my goodness! Is James back?

How do you mean?
Back from where?

-You should have woken me.
-James wanted the chance
to prove himself.

And if it goes wrong, what then?

What do I tell the Rudds
if their cow dies?

You're right. I'm sorry,
I shouldn't have let him go.

Yes, well, let's just hope
I manage to get there in time.

There's one last thing
we can try.

I'll try to hook it
around the jaw

and pull it around that way.

I can't quite...

Nearly!

I can't get it!

We'll try one more time.

Got it!

I hooked the jaw.
Take the rope.

Keep a gentle tension.

That's it. Gently now.

Gently.

It's coming.

I think I've got it!

That's it! You've got it!

Most have seen it
a thousand times.

Never gets old.

Herriot!

What the devil do you think
you're playing at?

He's done good, Mr Farnon.
One healthy girl in there.

I never gave you permission
to go out on your own.

I'm sorry,
but it turned out well.

You were lucky.

There was nothing lucky
about it!

I worked damn hard
getting that calf out.

Yes, you seem to have made quite
the meal of it. How long were
you in there, five hours?

Has anyone told you
how insufferable you are?!

Not to my face, no.

I...

Thank you, Mrs Rudd.

How much sleep
did you get, James?

-Hour, hour and a half?
-None.

Well, better get used to it.

Thank you, Mr Farnon.
You won't regret it.

Siegfried, please.
Mr Farnon was my father.

-He did it, didn't he?
-Don't think for a moment
that I'm happy about it.

The thought would never
cross my mind.

Sit yourself down. I'll make
a proper farmer's breakfast.

Don't brake!
Don't...brake.

Whooo!

Whooo!