All language subtitles for All.Creatures.Great.And.Small.2020.S01E03.1080p.AMZN.WEB-DL.DDP2.0.H.264-CRUD-eng

[theme music]

[dog barks]

[newsreader on the
radio] ...in the first women's
cricket Test.

Oh, good morning, Mrs H.

Isn't it custom to get
dressed in the morning?

[chuckles]

I shall be retiring
to my room.

[groans]

[Siegfried] Mrs Hall!

-Tris?
-Shh!

Can't get the thing
through the...

[Mrs Hall] Come in here.

[Siegfried] Bloody cufflinks!

Oh, come into the light.

-Morning, Siegfried.
-Morning.

-New suit?
-What?

Oh, yes. I'm being
put through my paces
at Darrowby racecourse.

The attending vet's retiring.

Be quite the honour
if he gets the role.

-[door creaks]
-Oh, it's no bloody good!

There's another pair
in my office.

[James coughs]

He's wanted the job some time.

It's made him
a little emotional.

Now, James,
I'm hoping to be back

for afternoon rounds, but...

I need you to hold the fort
till then.

Of course.

Thank you.
I won't let you down.

Ah, many have said the same,
but few rise to...

We've been robbed.

This was full only last week.

-What are you doing?
-I was just...

And why aren't you
dressed? It's nearly nine
o'clock.

Come and explain yourself.

Is that your doing?

I haven't touched it!

I took the last of the
petty cash for this week's shop.

How is it possible?!

We've worked harder than ever
since James arrived.

More surgery time. Where's
all the money from that gone?

Shall I call the police?

It's still in the farmers'
pockets, I should imagine.

When was the last time
you chased the bills?

You!

Me.

It's market day.

Time to earn your keep
like the rest of us.

[sighs]

Good luck today!

Hold on!

Thank you.

I'll keep an eye on Tristan
for you.

Yes, do.

Remember, spare the rod,
spoil the child.

[engine starts]

You'll have to go back.

Go back!

Oh, OK. Thank you.
Much obliged.

Put it in reverse and...

Oh, for Pete's sake!

Well, what the...

I... I thought
I was going back.

I thought so too, but...
Never mind.

Well, hold on.

Oh, you're Siegfried's chap,
aren't you? Er, er...

Harris!

-Herriot.
-Ah, that's it, yes.

I do apologise.

Have a good day.

You too.

Farnon.

Oh...

General Ransom.

Hello!

I didn't expect to see you
today. I thought you'd
be with Andante.

Soames is bringing him
down later.

-How's he looking for tomorrow?
-Well, I'd put a fiver on him.

Which other breeders
do you work with, Farnon?

Well, virtually all my clients
have horses that need
attending to.

Racehorses?

Well, there's just Hugh really.

We were hoping for someone
with pertinent experience.

There's quite a bit of
difference between a cart horse

-and a thoroughbred.
-Not anatomically speaking.

A horse is always a horse.

My father wouldn't have any
other vet but Siegfried
in his stables.

-Good man. He loved his horses.
-Hmm. And I feel the same way.

There's not a horse of mine
that Siegfried here
hasn't given the once over.

Including Andante.

[whistle blows]

Oh, there's a horse down.

Time to show us what
you're made of, Farnon.

Mrs Calvert.

Ah.

Hello, hello, hello.

What's this?

We've got a new chap today.
[chuckles]

I've been at the practice
for a while now, actually.

Oh!

-Ain't he got a nice smile?
-[men laugh]

He's a real happy Harry
this one.

She was as right as rain
yesterday.

But now she's not
breathing right.

She don't seem to want to
move about very much.

Is that right, girl?

Let's see what's going on.

[mooing]

-Ach...
-[mooing]

-106.
-That don't sound too clever.

Going like the clappers.

[mooing]

What's she been doing
these last few days?

She was out in the field,
chasing round after the dog.

It was roasting yesterday.

-Well, there's your problem.
-Hmm?

She's got heat exhaustion.

Well, what's to be done?

Let's start with a couple
of buckets of water.

Quick as you like!

[horse grunting]

Would you mind, Hugh?

[Siegfried makes
soothing sounds]

-[horse whinnies]
-What's up with you, fella?

Done yourself a mischief,
have you?

Keep back, please,
give me room.

No sign of sprain or fracture.

Then why is he not getting up?

There it is.

There's no nystagmus, but
that doesn't mean he didn't
hit his head on the way down.

What we need is to get
him up and walking.

Sooner the better.

Gentlemen, I'll need your help.

Come on, boy.

Up we go! Come on, boy!

[strains]
Come on! Up we go!

Come on!

-He's not having it, Siegfried.
-Right.

I think he's probably
still winded from the fall.

Let's just, erm...

Let's just take a moment.

Shouldn't you be
doing something?

Nature takes
the time she needs.

Go on, bring the tractor.

-We're going to have to
winch him off.
-I can't let you do that.

-Excuse me?
-Nobody's winching
this horse anywhere.

It's cruel and
unnecessary.

Yes, you've given yourself
a fright, haven't you?

But you're fine.

Get some air into your lungs.

Ready to have another go?

Come on then,
up and at him.

That's the one!
Let's be havin' you.

There we are.

Well done! Walk on.

I'm not used to being
spoken to in that manner.

And I'm not used to putting
personal niceties before
good professional practice,

sir.

[church bell rings,
crowd chatters]

A shilling and two pence,
please.

Good boy.

[sighs] Keep it up.

Ah, Mr Dinsdale.

How fortuitous!

Um... Oh my, you have
let it build up.
One pound and thruppence.

[laughs]
I don't have any on me now.

And yet, here you are,
buying things with money,
one would presume.

Well, Mother gives me
money for vegetables.

Not a penny more,
not a penny less.

If it's thruppence a hen,
how about I put a shilling
in your pocket

-and take six off your hands?
-No, no!

Jenny, what do you think
you're playing at?

-Buying hens.
-Sorry.

Ah! The delightful
Miss Alderson.

Yes, Tris, what is it?

Um, nothing. It can wait.

[Jenny]
But them were good 'uns!
Old man Cocker says so.

Oh, if old man Cocker
says so, they must be.

You don't trust me
to do anything!

I've been there.

The shouting, tantrums.

Your Edward was the same?

He was. But I were
thinking more of...

[Helen] Mr Farnon?

Never mind!

I just want her to know
there's more to life
than being a farmer,

where you have no time
to yourself.

Do you want me to...
take her for the day?

It wouldn't put you out?

Not a bit of it.
Have a break.

You deserve it.

[sighs, cockerel crows]

[Tristan] Cheeky beggar!

Pint of best when
you're ready, Maggie.

Coming right up.

Oh, Mr Dinsdale. That's
a healthy wedge you have there.

Ah, more flushed
than I thought.

So it seems. Don't expect him
to buy a round though, chaps.

Not without the say so of
his good lady wife, eh?

[men laugh]

If you're going business
in here, the least you
can do is buy a drink.

Hello. You're new.

What'll it be?

I shouldn't really.

Drink leads to loose tongues

and even looser wallets.

If you want people to part
with their money, this is
no bad place for it.

[men chatting]

But you've got to buy
a drink first.

Did you write
all these recipes?

And my mother.

And her mother before her.

All our family secrets.

My sister does most of
the baking at home.

That's because it's her job
to look after you.

I don't need
looking after.

We were born to the land
to work the land.

Is that something you've
heard your dad say?

Hugh Hulton's estate.

Right. I'll get someone
up to you as quick as I can.

-Bye...
-[line cuts off]

And how did you know what
was wrong? Were you guessing?

Ah, no. We're professional
vets, we never guess.

First, I took her heart rate
and then I checked
her temperature.

That, along with
the clinical history,

meant there was only
one possible diagnosis.

He's a clever clogs, isn't he?

James has been seeing to
a sun-burnt calf.

Heat exhaustion.

We've just had a call from
Hulton Manor. Horse with colic.

That's Hugh's house. Can I
go with him, Auntie Audrey?

Oh, your sister
will be back soon.

She'll wonder
where you got to.

Maybe next time.

Uh...

How about we finish
them faces?

Oh!

He's a grumpy one, isn't he?

It's our Helen.

That's not fair.

She used to be fun.
Now it's...

"Do your homework!
Stop mucking about!"

Only because she wants
what's best for you.

If you don't do
well at school...

I'll do what I was
gonna do anyway.

Dad's getting on.

Helen will be off with Hugh.

Someone's got to take care
of the place.

Well, that doesn't mean
it has to be you.

-[laughter]
-I'm stood at the other end.

Mr Lunn here's
hit the ball for six.

It's gone miles,
but the umpire, silly sod,

gives him a four!

So young Farnon here says,
"Where do you want a six?

In the bloody bus depot?"

[laughter]

-You're a good lad.
-Oh, yes, honestly, Mr Lunn.

That's why it pains me so
to turn matters more serious.

-Leave you to it.
-Aye.

Don't you worry.
You tell me how much it is.

Here, Mags...

Darrowby Classic,
12:30 tomorrow.

Andante to win.

You're a dark horse,
aren't you?

Birds of a feather.

You staying for another?

Don't mind if I do.

[Dinsdale] Is he paying
for a drink? Lads!

Tristan Farnon is buying
himself his own pint.

-It's a miracle!
-[cheering]

Now, now,
I always pay my way.

In fact, Henry...

why don't I get you one?

Well, that's
dreadful decent of you.

-How about one for everybody?
-[cheering]

[indistinct chatter]

-Mr Soames.
-Aye.

-James Herriot.
-[horse whinnies]

He's through here.

-[horse whinnies loudly]
-How long's he been like this?

Since this morning.

Just give him a shot of
arecoline. That'll sort him.

[horse grunts]

[horse whinnies
and snorts]

[horse whinnies wildly]

-This is no ordinary colic.
-Well, what the hell is it then?

I won't know for sure until
I've given him an examination.

I've been running stables here
since you were in
short trousers.

I know what colic looks like.

Look, he's due at
the racecourse to settle in
for tomorrow.

-I'll need soap and water.
-What the devil for? You've done
nowt and now you want to wash?

Get a head collar on him
so I can examine him.

Now, please.

[horse whinnies]

Steady, boy.
I know. I know.

Poor thing.

[horse grunts in pain]

Well then, spit it out.

-It's no ordinary colic.
-Eh?

What is it then?

I'm really sorry to say,
it's a torsion of the bowel,
Mr Soames.

All right, then he's, er...
he's got a torsion.

What're you gonna do about it?

The bowel's twisted so badly
that the circulation has
been cut off for some time.

The tissue's died.

Toxins are already
building up in the blood.

There's nothing more
that we can do.

I'm sorry but it's
already too late.

Too late for what?

This horse will die.

The only thing we can do
is end his life as quickly
and painlessly as possible.

Put him down?

Do you have any idea
how much this horse is worth?

It doesn't make the blindest bit
of difference! He's in agony!

The sooner we proceed
the better.

I want a second opinion.

I want Siegfried Farnon
up here.

Mr Hulton swears by him.

Now, come on, lad.

You don't want this
on your shoulders.

-[sighs]
-[horse whinnies]

[Siegfried] Born to jump. Show
him a fence and he'd have a go.

[he laughs]

I went out one morning

and he'd dragged his feeding
trough into the middle
of the paddock,

just so he could jump it.
Happy as Larry, he was!

I'm afraid you'll have to
excuse me, gentlemen. Andante
should have arrived by now.

-Of course.
-General.

[Ransom] Could be a big day
for Hulton if that horse
of his lives up to his promise.

It would be good to have
a winner from a local stable.

-A particular source of pride
to me personally.
-Why is that?

I've known Andante
since he was a foal.

You're more of a farm vet,
aren't you?

-I've built a strong practice.
-Is that so?

I've taken on
an excellence young vet

and my brother's
about to qualify, I hope.

But horses have always
been my passion.

Really?

Belgium, 1917.
Army Veterinary Corps.

-Ypres?
-In the main.

The bravery of the men
who fought...

matched only by the bravery
of the horses that
carried them there.

The things those
poor souls endured.

And then we shot
a lot of them.

Cheaper than bringing them
home on boats, you see.

If I can help a horse in pain,

I feel in some way I'm
repaying a debt of sorts.

There you have it.

We're trying out
another fellow tomorrow.

I'm very grateful
for the opportunity.

If I offended you earlier,

it's only that...

for me the animal
always comes first.

Above all things.

As it should.

Come to the course
tomorrow evening.

Hope to have some
good news for you.

[horse whinnies softly
and pants]

I've called but Siegfried's
already left the course.

[horse cries in pain]

He's going mad
with the pain of it.

-I can't let this go on.
-Oh no, just hold on!

If you'd called me sooner,
this might have been avoided.

But not now.

If you'd called me sooner,
this might have been avoided.

[horse whinnies]

[horse whinnies]

What's his name?

Andante.

Hold him tight.

Steady, boy.

Shh, shh, shh, shh.

It's nearly over, Andante.

[car approaches]

Good lad.

Good lad.

-Mr Hulton...
-Why are you still here?

What do you mean?
What's going on?

[shot echoes]

[body slumps]

What have you just done?

What the hell
have you just done?!

You listen to me!

He had a torsion.
There was nothing else
I could do for him.

He was in terrible pain.

Get out.

Now.

[poignant music]

Ah, one of my employees.

James...

Oh, you look like you've lost
a shilling and found a penny!

I just had to put a horse down.

It was one of
Hugh Hulton's horses.

Andante.

Oh, good God.

I know what you need.

Maggie.

Hold on a minute.

Maggie, where's it all
gone? This was full an hour ago.

Down their
necks, I reckon.

Oh!

Who's the second favourite in
the Darrowby Classic tomorrow?

Finlay Bay.

Ten to one.
But he's got no chance.

I mean, Andante's going
to run away with it.

Put that on Finlay Bay to win.

I mean, don't
get me wrong,

I take great satisfaction
in looking after our
usual clientele

of cart horses
and gymkhana ponies.

But to spend a day with
those magnificent beasts,

bred to perfection.

And the General was impressed.

He had me down
as an also-ran.

Now he knows
I'm a thoroughbred.

[Siegfried chuckles]

I'm happy for you.

It's you I have
to thank for it.

I don't think Ransom would
have taken me as seriously

if I was still a one-man band.

You encouraged me
to take on James.

I nudged you in
the right direction.

Mrs Hall, you're considerably
less braggadocios than I would
expect in the circumstances.

Oh, it's nothing.

I had Jenny Alderson
for the day.

I thought I could help,
but I'm not sure I did
her much good.

I never thought I'd see it,
Mrs Hall waving the white flag.

-I'm not waving anything.
-Undone by a 12-year-old child.

Well, it can't be easy,

having your big sister
acting like your mother.

It's no easier for
the other party, I assure you.

[rapid knocking on door]

-You stay there. I'll get this.
-[knocking]

[knocking continues]

[Farnon whistles,
knocking continues]

There is a doorbell, you know!

Hugh.

Has Herriot told you?

[Hugh] It's an outrage!

He had no right
doing that to my horse.

[Siegfried]
I understand you're upset...

Oh, for God's sake,
can you blame me?

It sounds like he was
in terrible pain, Hugh.

I would have done
the same thing.

-Would you?
-With the same diagnosis, yes.

[Tristan laughs]

[Siegfried] We would never
leave an animal in distress.

[Hugh] Well, that's just it!
How do I know his diagnosis
was right?

[Siegfried] James is
a very competent vet.

He's barely out of school!

He should have got a second
opinion! He should have
called for you!

You should have been there
for him, Siegfried!

Well, I wish I had been.

I've been advised
to speak to a solicitor.

That's really not necessary.

He was a very valuable horse.

We can sort this out
between ourselves, Hugh.

How?

I'll do a post-mortem
examination tomorrow.

-And if Herriot made a mistake?
-I'll deal with it.

You can be sure of that.

Hugh, I...

James, come in.

[front door shuts]

Well?

I couldn't let that
poor animal suffer.

And you're positive
about your diagnosis?

One hundred per cent.

How are you faring?

Me? I'm...

all right.

Trying to be.

Shocked at first.

It felt a terrible thing to do
to such a beautiful creature.

The first one is always
the hardest.

I presume you did a full
internal examination?

Yes, I felt a tympanitic mass
about halfway up the colon.

And it couldn't have been
some other kind of blockage?

-No, I don't think so.
-You don't "think" so?

That's not what...
It was a torsion.

A moment ago you said
you were sure.

I am.

I am sure.

I am.

And if you're wrong, I'm afraid
there will be consequences.

[Jess barks]

Breakfast's ready.

Sorry, Mrs Hall,
I'm not very hungry.

James won't be joining us.

I imagine he doesn't
have the appetite for it.

What time's the post-mortem?

Ten o'clock.

Get on with your list,
let James get on with his.

There's nothing worrying
will do for it.

Morning, Siegfried.

Ledger. Now, please.

You collected all this?

And not done yet.
Far from it.

I want to keep at it today.
Finish the job off properly.

See that you do. Money.

Now, please.

I thought it would make more
sense to give to you
in one go.

Cleaner that way,
rather than piecemeal.

Money.

I left my wallet in my room.

[door slams]

Was that the front door?

Tristan?

Tristan!

[Siegfried] Tristan!

Tristan!

Here, before you go.

In case you get your
appetite back later.

Thank you.

Once everyone's calmed down
a bit, they'll see

what you did was right.

What I thought was right.

Don't dwell on what's done
when there's things need doing.

Mrs Calvert's been on the phone.
Wants someone up there again.

It's time to get back
in the saddle.

Sorry, poor choice of words.

[Jess barks]

Morning.

-Look ahead, look ahead!
-Tristan...

-What are you doing?
-Trying to save my skin.

You spent the money,
didn't you?

Don't worry,
I have a plan.

I just need... time.

Drive, just drive.

Forgetting the moral
implications of it all
for a moment,

you know there's still a chance
your horse might not come in?

Fortes fortuna iogurtum.

Fortune favours the yoghurt?

No, the brave.
Fortune favours the brave.

That's "juvat".
Fortes fortuna juvat.

Well, nevertheless, you took
a gamble on your horse,

I took one on mine, either one
or both, or neither of us
are for the high jump.

-I didn't gamble.
-No, of course. Turn of phrase.

Oh, not again!

[horn honks]

[horn honks]

Is that the lovely
Miss Alderson?

[Helen] Good morning
to you too, James.

Hold on. Let me back up.

[Tristan chuckles]

Sorry. My mind was...
somewhere else.

-I'm sure it was.
-You heard?

Hugh told me last night.

Andante meant the world to him.
Sounded awful.

-He called you a bas...
-Jenny!

Out of the
mouths of babes.

I had to do it.

You don't have to explain
yourself to me. It were
Hughs' horse.

I know, I know.
It's just you're his...

his...

his...

Unless you know
something I don't.

I'd best get on.
Good luck today.

And what was all that about?

Mmm?

I saw you. I
saw that look.

-It's nothing.
-Now I am intrigued.

-I asked her out.
-[Tristan gasps]

-James, you didn't?
-Mrs Pumphrey's do.

-Took all night
to pluck up the courage.
-Dutch courage?

Might have well have been
Abyssinian for all
the good it did.

I just made my play
and in walks Hugh.

And then you killed his horse.

It's unorthodox but I have
to say I admire the gumption.

[Tristan] Oh, amazing!

[doorbell rings]

You sure this isn't putting
you out too much?

-Oh, it's no trouble at all.
-You're a godsend.

I've got a load of hay
to bring in and there's
all that with Hugh's horse.

Right, come here, you.

How is he?

In pieces.
Not that he'd admit it.

And you'll sweep him up and
put him back together again.

-Isn't that our lot in life?
-Well, for you more than most.

If you ever fancy a natter...

There's not much more to say.

I'd best get on.

I'll be back before tea.

[rattling]

Sorry.

So, you've an interest
in veterinary work, have you?

All these need cleaning out.

And after that you can feed
and exercise them.

Can I play with the bunnies?

Can I take the dog for
a walk on the green?

If you like, but first I want
you to have a look at this.

Don't you start with
all the books and all.

All right.

Suit yourself.

All right.

They need to know
their stuff first.

But I know animals.
I grew up with animals.

What should a good vet do for
a rabbit with suspected
ivy poisoning?

The only rabbits I know
we put in pies.

-Morning, Mr Soames.
-Morning.

Hugh.

I'm sorry it's come to this.

As am I. Where is he?

[poignant music]

[Hugh] I should be here.

I owe it to
him to be here.

[poignant music]

Oh dear, oh dear!

Here's trouble.

Herriot the horse killer.

-What?
-Word's got around.

Not many of them good.
[laughs]

I thought they'd have had you
out on your ear by now.

So what seems to be
the problem today?

Calf, gone daft.

But I'd like Mr Siegfried
to look it over.

Well, my brother is
otherwise engaged.

So it'll be Jim or no one.

[mooing]

And how long has
he been like this?

I first noticed something
this morning.

Thought he was drunk the way
he's staggering about
and bumping into things.

Not right, is it?

No, Mrs Calvert, it's not.

OK.

OK.

[calf grunts]

Well, what do you reckon?

I just don't know.

The process of veterinary
discovery often takes time.

Just so long as he don't
wind up killing him.

Any ideas, Jim, you're
rather losing your audience.

We've got muscle tremors,

frothing from the mouth,
confusion.

Oh well, that's me every
morning, Mrs Calvert.

No need to look
so worried.

Blimey, this place has seen
better days, hasn't it?

-Where did this wood come from?
-Oh, bit of old skirting board.

Waste not, want not.

Look at the paint.
It's flaking.

He's been licking it and biting.
I can see teeth marks!

[Mrs Calvert] He's a cow!

It's what they do.

It's lead paint.

He's got lead poisoning.
Get this wood out of here!

[Mrs Calvert]
You heard! Jump to it!

A couple of spoonfuls of
Epsom salts in the feed
and all will be well again.

Oh...

A couple of spoonfuls of
Epsom salts in the feed
and all will be well again.

Or at least someone will be.

All the best,
horse killer.

You know, everyone will
forget, eventually.

If my diagnosis was correct.

If it wasn't...

I'll be packing my bags.

[Tristan] Moment of truth,
James. Wish me luck.

Maggie!

The sword of Damocles
dangles by a mere thread. Please
tell me who won the race.

Finlay Bay came in.

Thank goodness!
Maggie, I could kiss you.

-Well, not without my say so.
-Sorry.

Go on then.

What? Really?

Is that him then,
the horse killer?

I reckon I owe you a pint.

Saved me paying out to half
the county by offing that horse!

[crowd muttering]

I think we might have
a budding vet on our hands.

It's just good
to see her so happy.

Come on, Jess! [giggles]

Good girl!

You know, she parroted
your old man yesterday.

She said to me,
bold as brass,

"We were born to the land
to work the land."

[Jess barks]

That weren't my old man
she were parroting.

It was my mother.

[Jess barks]

I'm always worried
I'm letting her down.

You're doing a great job.

Your mother
would be proud.

Don't. You'll
start me off.

Jenny's getting older.

Maybe right now
she needs a big sister

more than she needs a mother.

Thank you.

[Helen] Come on then.

Right, let's see if you
can beat the dog, Jenny.

How were it?

James.

The post-mortem was
quite conclusive.

Significant torsion
of the bowel.

There was necrosis,
so he'd been in
that state for a while.

Absolutely nothing you
could have done for him,

except put him
out of his misery.

And Hugh...
Hugh agrees with that?

I'm not sure either of us
will be welcome at his
stables for a bit.

James, your diagnosis and
your chosen course of action

were both textbook.

Then why don't
I feel any better?

Because you had to
euthanise a beautiful young
animal.

I never doubted you
for a second, Jim.

There you are!
Where is it?

-[doorbell rings]
-You've lost the money,
haven't you?

See for yourself.

I'll be checking it
against the ledger. If there's
so much as a halfpenny
missing...

I'll be flogged
and boiled in oil.

Mr Farnon, it's for you.

-General.
-Siegfried.

I was rather hoping
to see you at the racecourse.

I didn't think
there was much point.

I assume you've spoken
to Hugh Hulton?

Yes. Terrible business.
Awful.

It was the only thing to do.
The poor animal
was too far gone.

Yes. Well, I thought you
were very impressive yesterday

and I'd still like to
offer you the role.

General, I can't
thank you enough.

You won't regret it,
I assure you.

I said I'd like to, but I fear
that many of my owners
would be very twitchy

when they know that you're
associated with that
Herriot chap.

But he did absolutely
the right thing.

-The post-mortem
couldn't be clearer.
-Even so...

killing the pride and joy
of Darrowby, hmm?

Never a good look.

Now, if you want this job,
he'll have to go.
Do we have an understanding?

Actually, we don't.

Yesterday, you agreed
the welfare of the animal
came first.

Today, it seems
that's not the case.

Herriot's the best assistant
I've ever had.

I won't betray him
for anything.

Then, with regret,

I'm afraid we shan't
be requiring your services.

Thank you.

Good evening.

Good evening.

I didn't get the job.

I heard.

I can't lie, it would
have been tremendous.

Still.

You're a good man,
Siegfried Farnon.

No matter how much
you try to hide it.

Yes, well, keep it to yourself.

We don't want people
thinking I've gone soft.

We've had a few calls.

It seems folk would rather
you visit than James.

I can't imagine
it'll be easy for him.

They'll come round.

Let's see to it that they do.

Tristan, get your bloody feet
off the table!

Do you think you're in
some kind of backroom bordello?

Chance would be a fine thing!

Fetch me the ledger.
I want to go through it
with a fine toothcomb.

I want every penny
accounted for.

-[sighs]
-Well, jump to it!

Now, Herriot, what about you?

What about me?

Now, Herriot, what about you?

Mrs Hall's had a whole load
of calls and you're doing
all of them.

Is this some kind
of punishment?

Quite the opposite.

Go on! We've got
a practice to run!

I'll fetch you
a fresh one.

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