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Hello, Ministry of Agriculture.

The Mag. That'’s right.

How can I help?

Ruddy nonsense!

Fiddlesticks!

Yes, I'’ll put you through.

If I were to look up incompetence in the dictionary,

I'’d see your face staring right back at me.

Form B 213 DT.

Yes, I'’m positive.

Take a seat, Mr Herriot.

No, I'’m sure Mr Harcourt isn'’t trying to ruin you.

Yes, I'’ll put you through.

Mr Harcourt, Mr Wilkinson is on the line for you.

He won'’t be long.

Absolute poppycock!

Harriot!

I think he'’s ready for you now.

Good morning, Mr Harcourt.

How are you?

I'’ll tell you how I am-- I'’m bloody annoyed.

In fact, I'’m hopping bloody mad.

It won'’t happen again.

You don'’t know what it is yet.

-Well, whatever it is, I can-- -The last time,

when you found an infected cow of Postlethwaite'’s

that had already been dead for two years!

That was very clever. I don'’t know how you managed it.

I am trying.

Then why?

Why the bloody hell do you keep ballsing up the TB testing?

Oh, here.

-I'’ll do it with the rest later. -Oh, don'’t w--

Thanks, Audrey.

Mrs Pumphrey still in London?

For the duration of Tricki'’s health visit, I imagine.

Might your husband surface at some point today?

He had a meeting with the Minister of Agriculture. first thing.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

-The Mag. -Why "oh, dear"?

Well, you don'’t want to get called in there, unless

you'’ve done something terribly wrong.

-Has anyone seen my-- -James hasn'’t done anything wrong. Has he?

One of my veterinary officers was on that farm,

and he found that you hadn'’t served a notice of cleansing and disinfection!

-Right. -Yes, it is bloody right!

In fact, you sent the form to me!

Maybe you want me to go disinfect the place. Is that it?

Would you like me to slip along and get busy with the hosepipe?

I'’ll go now if it makes you feel any happier.

No, no, of course not.

Herriot, there'’s just one thing I want to know from you.

Do you want this bloody work, or don'’t ya?

Please... Mr Harcourt, I give you my word, I...

We...

we do want the work, very much so.

Please, give me another chance.

If we are to win this war against TB, we can'’t afford any mistakes.

We'’re in the business of saving lives here, Herriot.

animals as well as humans!

Weren'’t it you who told me that?

Yes.

Well, we'’ll go through the procedure once more, shall we?

Yes, by all means.

Right.

First of all, if you find an infected animal

you serve B 205 DT Form A,

notice requiring detention and isolation of the animal.

Next we have B 207 DT Form C, notice of intended slaughter.

Then B 208 DT Form D, postmortem certificate.

Then we have B 196 DT, veterinary inspector'’s report.

B 209 DT, valuation agreement.

And in cases where the owner objects, we have B 213 DT.

Appointment of value.

Then B 212 DT, notice to owner of time and place of slaughter.

Followed by B 227 DT, receipt for animal for slaughter.

Finally, B 230 DT, notice requiring cleansing and disinfection.

Dammit, a dog could understand that!

It'’s simple, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, certainly, absolutely.

And I can assure you, from now on, I'’ll get it right.

Hush, Jess.

Tricki'’s a guest.

Happy now?

No, Tricki, you'’re on a strict diet.

Dry dog biscuits only.

That Jess'’s food.

-Siegfried? -Mm-hmm?

Do you think James is in a bit of trouble?

Well, knowing Harcourt, a whole heap of it, I expect.

I did warn James. The whole testing business is more trouble than it'’s worth.

If it goes wrong, he could shut us down.

I see you'’re currently testing at Rudd'’s farm.

Yes. Heading up there today for my second visit.

Don'’t make a balls over this one, Herriot.

I like you lad, I do.

But there can be no more chances after this.

You waiting on something?

Erm, well...

-Bloody hell! -That sounds like it.

What on Earth?

-What do you think? -You got it!

Looks fantastic, Tris.

Did you know?

I got it for a song in the end, too.

You mean you paid someone money for this?

I know. Hard to believe on my meagre wages.

It'’s not much to look at, but Dinsdale assures me that it'’s as solid as a tractor.

It sounds like one.

I'’m sure with a bit of love, it can be transformed.

Exactly, Mrs H.

Fancy a drive?

In that thing? Um, there are less painful ways to die.

Still want a lift up to Heston Grange?

If that'’s all right.

Oh. James asked if you'’d take on these visits today.

What visits? What are you talking about?

Well, it'’s a light surgery day, so I thought I'’d help James out.

Another reason I got this beauty.

That'’s very industrious of you, isn'’t it...

Mr Farnon?

Um...

...yes, all right, I suppose.

Um...yes, alright, I suppose, I'’d rather I'd been consulted first, but I'’ll...

I'’ll allow it.

Jess.

So... wait, who'’s looking after the surgery, then?

Over the wall!

-Come on! -Come on, guys!

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Yeah, twist it round a little.

Yeah, that should do it all right, I think.

Hold up. I want to make sure it'’s done right.

I'’ll just tighten this up, see if that helps.

Thanks for all your help on the farm, Tom.

It'’s hard for me to be here as much, now I'’m at Skeldale.

You'’re quite welcome.

How are things at Skeldale?

James all right?

He'’s fine. Why?

All that nonsense with Postlethwaite. He'’s just lettin'’ off steam, is all.

What nonsense?

Oh, sorry, Helen, I thought you'’d have heard.

It'’s nowt, really.

Postlethwaite had the Mag over at his farm,

trying to test a cow that had been dead two years.

Some sort of form mix-up.

It'’s all been sorted now, mind.

I'’m sure it weren't James'’s fault or owt.

No, course. Thanks, Tom.

Morning!

Morning, James.

Morning, Dick.

Morning, Jim.

Keeping you busy, these Ministry fellas, eh?

You don'’t know the half of it.

Aye, right, well, I'’ll, er...

Aye, well, I'’ll start bringing cows through for yer.

Thank you.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Here we are, girl.

Very good.

Sh, sh, sh.

She'’s good.

Next one.

Just need to measure the swelling.

Could be something or nothing.

Richard Alderson were saying

he can charge extra for his milk

now he'’s had testing done.

Every bit helps.

Could be a bit of chill, I suppose.

I'’m going to take a sample back to the practice.

Just to be on the safe side.

If you think it'’s necessary.

I do.

But believe me, I'’ll be glad to be wrong on this occasion, Dick.

Right. Done.

Done, done, done, done.

Is her name really Mrs Hardmeat?

Apparently so.

Well...

Mrs Hardmeat makes a very soft sponge.

I'’ll be out of a job soon

if these patients keep bringing cakes for Tristan.

-Come on, Rock. -Jess.

You could be a woman of leisure.

Travel the world, sail the high seas.

I'’m just happy if I can hang up me pinny for an hour or two.

There'’s an Elgar recital at the village hall this week.

I hear pinnies are strictly forbidden.

Oh, yes? Yes.

They'’re playing my favourite, "Salut D'’Amour."

Well, we could go if you like.

Yeah, all right. Why not?

How about tomorrow?

I could pick you up.

Well, I'’ll meet you there.

Yeah. Exactly.

-Tristan? -Florence.

I was just out on some jobs. And I, erm,

...thought I'’d-- Thought I'’d check on Daisy.

See how she'’s doing.

Daisy'’s fine, thank you.

You having a spot of car trouble?

I just bought it today.

Still getting used to it.

A Morris Cowley.

-Very nice. -You think so?

Yes. Why? Don'’t you?

No, no, I do. Yes, yes. Absolutely.

Hello, Daisy.

Yes, you seem to be doing just fine. Erm...

Yes, yes.

All looks good from here.

What are you really doing here, Tristan Farnon?

I'’m not quite sure, to be honest.

I suppose I wanted to say hello.

Hello.

Hello.

OK, well, goodbye, then.

I could take you for a drive...

in the car.

I mean, if you like.

Not now, obviously.

Tomorrow maybe.

Or next week.

I'’m free most of this month. Or year.

Pick me up at two tomorrow.

Let'’s see what this lady can do.

All right, good.

Yes. Perfe--

You'’ll make sure.

Yes, Mrs Turner. I'’ll make sure Tristan gets the cake.

We'’re really sorry we missed him, aren'’t we girls?

Yes, I'’m sure he will be too.

Come on Tricki.

Positive case. One of Rudd'’s cows.

-Well, best that you caught it now. -Yes, I suppose.

Did Harcourt give you a hard time this morning?

It'’s all in hand.

You know the MAG are our Lords and Masters.

And Charles Harcourt is not the benevolent manager you are used to.

I'’m serious, James, they have the power to shut us down if they want.

You said this was my sole responsibility.

I did. Yes I did.

I'’m just reminding you to keep your nose clean, that'’s all.

-Beautiful. -Thanks.

-You missed a bit though. -Oh! Very funny.

Good day?

Not particularly.

Rudd'’s got a cow with TB.

Here.

You'’re not giving it to them.

And every case you catch, you help stop the spread.

That'’s not how most of the farmers see it.

Tom told me about Postlethwaite.

You know what farmers are like, though.

They'’re never happy unless they got something to grumble about.

He'’s right to be upset, though.

But there are a lot of positive cases,

and I keep making a hash of all these forms, which does nothing to help.

That what your meeting with the MAG was about?

Amongst other things.

Why are you keepin'’ all this to yourself?

It'’s not that I'm keeping if from you, it'’s just...

I was the one that pushed to take on the testing,

and you and your dad took such a risk siding with me.

I just feel like I'’m letting everybody down.

You, Siegfried, Dick and...

And what?

Nothing.

You could never let me down.

Yes, I stood by your side because you'’re my husband,

but it'’s also the right thing to do.

It'’s important.

Harcourt gave me a final warning this morning.

And I'’ve got all these forms to complete for Rudd'’s case

and I just can'’t seem to get a grip on them.

There'’s nothing else?

No. No, that'’s it.

Then we'’ll sort it.

Together.

We'’ll have cake coming out of our ears soon.

I don'’t know why they feel the need to lavish Tristan with baked goods.

He'’s charming. They like him.

So why do I never get any cake, then?

One of life'’s many mysteries.

Come on Tricki.

Yes.

Ah! It'’s nearly dinnertime.

A mere hors d'’oeuvre, Mrs Hall.

Not for you.

Tricki? Tricki!

You see? He'’s gone to hide again now.

He'’ll get used to it.

That bloody car!

Half the animals in the district will be scared silly.

Oh.

Looks like Mrs Turner'’s been.

Best lemon sponge in Darrowby.

Except for yours, or course, Mrs H.

Dinner'’s nearly ready.

Tristan, we really need to talk about that car.

It'’s frightening the life out of poor Tricki.

Oh, goodness'’ sakes, Siegfried, what'’s going on with you and that dog?

What'’re you talking about? Nothing'’s going on.

You'’ll be wearing pearls and feeding him foie gras next.

I'’m really starting to worry about you.

I just don'’t think that car is right for you.

Alright, it'’s perfectly admirable

that you'’ve done these things under your own steam...

And he saved up for it.

All well and good, but the fact is, it'’s not suitable.

Now, I'’ve spoken to Dinsdale and he'’s agreed to take it back.

-No. -What do you mean, no?

Just exactly what I said. No.

It is his car.

But it...

No, this is the money from Mr Higgins, plus what he owed from last month,

Mrs Trent, Mr Robertson all accounted for.

So, you'’ll be back in the practice tomorrow then?

Well, we'’ve nothing booked.

Unless we have an emergency case come in,

I'’m taking Florence for a drive in the new car.

-Not Florence Pandhi? -Oh, Tris, that'’s exciting.

The daughter of our rival?

-Your rival, yes. -No. No, I forbid it.

I'’ll go and put this in the ledger.

"I forbid it!" Oh, Siegfried.

He'’s showing some initiative,

doing all the things you'’ve always wanted him to do.

It'’s a good thing.

-You should be happy. -It is, I am. I just...

Better go and check that Tricki'’s all right.

Mrs H is saving you some breakfast.

Thank you.

Oh, watch that.

Right, so these are the forms you need Rudd to sign.

B 205 DT Form A.

And B 207 DT Form C.

This one here, B 213 DT, is just in case he requests evaluation.

So you might not need it.

Right.

I'’ll make start on the rest of this today.

Are you sure you'’re not needed up at Heston Grange?

This is more important.

- Cheerio. - Bye.

There can'’t be any mistake?

Sorry, Dick. I tested her myself.

She'’ll have to be taken for slaughter.

Well, could'’ve been worse.

Could have infected the whole herd.

I just need you to sign these forms.

I get a compensation, though, don'’t I, Jim?

The statutory value is £5.

Oh.

We can appoint a valuer if you don'’t agree.

I have another form here if you'’d like to contest it.

Oh, it'’s all right, Jim.

Right. I just need you to sign these, then.

It'’s usually Mrs Rudd'’s job, that.

I see. Is she around?

Out at t'’market.

Right.

Well, perhaps you could sign them then, this once.

Then I can have Jeff Mallock come down and collect her...

get it over with.

Right you are.

And you will have to shut down the farm, though--

just temporarily, until the Mag can come down and retest the herd.

Shut the farm? You never mentioned that.

Because I was hoping it wouldn'’t come to this.

-It'’s gonna put me out of pocket. -I know.

I know, and I...

I am sorry, Dick.

Please.

No, not there.

That'’s for me to sign.

If you just sign there.

It'’s just...

Just a bit of paper to them, innit?

I can assure you it means more than that to me.

It'’ll be all right, Dad.

Come on, back to work.

Tricki! Breakfast?

Tricki! Has anyone seen Tricki?

Oi! He was left in our charge, we'’re responsible for him.

Tricki?

-Why don'’t you let me do that? -I can manage.

Here, borrow me blanket.

You don'’t want her sitting on the damp ground.

Oh, thanks Mrs H.

Oh, get out, you daft bugger.

Come on, Tricki, darling.

It'’s little darling's favourite.

It'’s Battenburg. Yes.

How are the mighty fallen.

Oh. I was just, um...

Poor dog'’s terrified to come out.

He'’s scared stiff of that wretched car.

I know Tristan feels strongly about it, but, really, it'’s got to go.

He'’s very proud of it.

He'’d be prouder still if he thought you approved.

Of that rust bucket? I don'’t think so.

Ps-ps-ps-ps.

What'’s this all about?

'’Coz I know it's not about Tricki.

It'’s nothing.

Ps-ps-ps.

I just...

I suppose I wanted to be the one to buy Tristan his first car.

Well, you were.

And we both know all that turned out.

And I'’d be lying if I said I hadn'’t any regrets.

He worked for this car.

He earned it.

I just wish he'’d do as he'’s told!

No, that'’s not true.

I'’m glad he's doing things off his own bat.

He'’s a man now.

You'’ve got to let him make his own decisions.

Even if he does buy a '’rust bucket'.

I suppose I could allow him a little more autonomy.

I suppose.

-Better get ready. -Where are you going?

I'’m going to the Elgar recital with Gerald.

Oh.

What the young people call a '’date'.

No!

We'’re just going to a recital together.

It'’s not a...

date.

It isn'’t!

Have a nice time.

No?

All the more for me.

Oh, now he comes.

You'’re all the bloody same.

You never do what I ask until I stop asking.

-They Rudd'’s forms? -Aye.

Lovely.

How did it go?

As well as can be expected, I suppose.

Here. Let'’s get these done and in the post.

Oh, give it here for God'’s sake.

Thank you.

Would you like a job?

As your official form filler?

Mm, more like my form assistant.

-What'’s the pay like? -Terrible.

But the benefits are pretty good.

-Barker? -Here.

-Brown? -Yes, sir.

You'’re not in the fields now, my boy

-Johnson? -Here.

Is that Tom?

-Chapman? -Here.

-Smith? -Tom?

-Johnson? -Yes.

Tom never said a word when I saw him.

Poor Anne and Bert. They must be worried sick.

And proud.

Tom'’s doing his duty. It'’s important.

What you'’re doing, a TB tester, being a vet, that'’s important.

You do know that, don'’t you?

You'’re saving lives.

People'’s livelihoods rely on you.

I know that. It'’s just...

I don'’t know-- It doesn'’t always feel that way.

It you hadn'’t found that cow of Rudd'’s,

his whole herd would'’ve gone down with TB by now.

His milk sold across the county.

There'’s a reason your job'’s protected.

But how can I, in good conscience, watch those young lads

go off for their training, whilst I stay here,

testing cows and living in my nice warm home?

It doesn'’t seem right.

No, I know.

I know. And I feel it too.

I do understand, James.

But it'’s not your decision to make.

The people in charge say you'’re needed here.

You are needed here.

And I'’m not just talking about the farmers and the practice.

I need you.

I need to know you'’re listening to me.

You'’re staying here.

I don'’t care if it sounds selfish.

Even if it is selfish.

I need to make sure Mallock'’s taken Rudd's cow

and get these last forms sent off.

Y'’all right, Charlie? Hello, Bert.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Are you all right, Audrey?

I think we need to talk.

Well, h-how '’bout a walk around the block instead?

I'’d like that.

It'’s my fault. I shouldn'’t have pushed you to come.

You didn'’t.

You'’ve been nothing but kind.

And I enjoy your company very much, Gerald.

I hope you know that.

You don'’t have to explain yourself, Audrey.

No, I want to.

You deserve it.

I'’m just...

not used to talkin'’ like this.

I loved my husband.

And things happen that are out of our control and...

Well, it is what it is now.

I'’ve made me peace with it.

And with how things are with Edward as well.

But it hurt me.

It still hurts me.

And I don'’t want pity, plenty worse off than me.

But I feel...

safe with how things are...

with my place at Skeldale.

Life in Darrowby.

And I just...

Not ready to change that.

I understand.

What do you think of the sandwiches?

I'’m pleasantly surprised.

-Did you make them? -Of course I did.

Well, maybe with a little bit of help.

This is a beautiful spot.

I'’ve actually never brought anyone here before.

Is that right?

And I'’m not sure why I just told you that.

Do I make you nervous, Tristan Farnon?

No.

Maybe a little.

Does anything make you nervous, Florence Pandhi?

Of course.

I suppose I'’ve... got so used to people looking at me funny and...

asking me where I'’m really from,

I'’ve grown a thick skin.

I'’m certainly not indomitable, though.

You seem it.

You seem to know exactly what you want.

And how best to get it.

"Seem" being the operative word.

Aren'’t we all just figuring things out as we go?

"To err is human" and all that.

I feel like I spend half my time doing what everyone else wants.

And the other half?

Worrying that I'’ve done it wrong.

What do you want?

From life, I mean.

I don'’t know.

I went to the school that I was sent to,

became a vet because that'’s what Siegfried wanted.

You'’ve never had your own dream?

Not particularly.

But you dreamt of owning a car.

I did.

And you bought yourself one.

You decided to ask me out.

I did.

And now here we are.

The only person holding you back is you, Tristan Farnon.

I suppose you'’re right.

I usually am.

Jim! I'’ve just come down from t'’top field.

-Edith tells me Mallock'’s been. -What?

He'’s taken t'wrong cow.

He'’s off with me best milker!

Right. Get on the phone to the knacker'’s yard right away!

Edith'’s already tried that. There'’s no reply!

He'’ll have shot her before we can stop him.

He'’ll ruin me, Jim.

Which way did he go?

Edith said he went off towards Grampton about ten minute ago.

He might be picking up other beasts on the way.

-I'’ll go after him. -Aye!

Well, it'’s your responsibility, you know?

Come on, come on, come on.

-What'’s that? -I said, '’Where are we going now'’?

What? I haven'’t got a clue what you'’re saying, sorry.

Please, please, please, come on.

Move over!

Well, someone'’s in a hurry.

Hang on, wasn'’t that...?

That'’s Mallock's van.

That'’s it, old girl, come on.

Come on!

Come on, that'’s it. That'’s it, old girl.

That'’s it.

No, no, no, not now.

Not now. Not now. Dammit!

Dammit. Not now! No!

It is him.

Tris?

-Spot of car trouble? -Oh, thank God.

Everything all right, old chap?

I'’ll explain on the way.

Just drive.

Oh, I'’ve always wanted to do this. Come on, then.

This is Jim, by the way.

Tim? Nice to meet you. I'’m Flo.

You too.

Yes, lovely view.

Tricki?

You'’re back early.

Seems it, uh...

might have been a date, after all.

Ah.

I see.

Sorry to interrupt.

-Can I have a word, Siegfried? -Of course.

Right, best get dinner started.

Is everything all right?

Not really, no.

How about a sherry?

Edward.

We saw Tom earlier.

He'’s volunteered for training.

-Tom Chapman? -Mm.

And now James had got it in his head

that what he'’s doin' here isn'’t enough.

I told him, you'’ve got a reserved occupation, that he'’s needed.

The TB testing, it'’s important.

Thank you.

What did he say?

He said he knows but...

I'’m scared.

I know this sounds selfish,

but I'’ve given up so much to be here.

Jenny...

me dad, the farm-- And I don'’t regret it.

I don'’t.

But I can'’t lose him.

I won'’t let that happen.

Why'’d you think I made him partner?

He'’s vital here.

There'’s no way he'd be allowed to leave.

What if we can'’t stop him?

Helen, look at me.

It may not always seem like it, but I do, in fact, still run this place.

Everyone under this roof is in my care.

Do we understand one another?

I'’ll get it.

-Farnon. -Harcourt. Come in.

It'’s unusual to see one of you Mag fellows out in daylight.

I always imagined you'’d turn to dust.

Witty as ever, Farnon.

Herriot'’s about?

Jeff! Jeff. Oh, thank God.

You'’ve got the wrong cow.

You'’re not Jeff Mallock.

Aye, you'’re right there, lad.

Owt else I can help you with?

-Well, what now? -To Mallock'’s.

Oh, I hope we'’re in time.

So, who was that chap?

Ket Feller, from the cattle market.

Sorry, Tim.

Shut up, Kevin.

Shut up, Kevin!

Er, hey up, er, Mr Herriot.

Aye, see you'’ve brought t'’whole gang with you.

Hello, Jeff.

I allus like a bite about this time.

-So I see. Jeff, I, er... -Look, er,

I'’m sorry but you've caught me out, Mr Herriot.

What do you mean?

Well, I always like to get carcass dressed for you, but...

you'’ve come a bit early.

But I... I just saw the carcass through the window.

Nay, nay, lad, that'’s not 'er.

You mean, that isn'’t the cow from Rudd'’s?

No, that'’s right.

I had to do another '’un first.

-Rudd'’s cow's still in t'’wagon. -Alive?

Aye, alive, aye.

Last time I looked, aye.

Not had a finger on '’er.

Nice-looking cow for a goner.

She'’s no goner, Jeff. You'’ve got the wrong cow there.

-Wrong cow? -That'’s Rudd's best milker.

We'’ve been chasing you across the Dales.

Pulled over Ket Feller by mistake.

Well, that'’s a corker.

So you'’ll head up to Rudd's and you'’ll change the cows over.

Well, give us a minute. Don'’t like to rush me grub.

Would you like some?

Build up your strength.

You look like you lost a shilling and found a sixpence, lad.

No, no, it'’s very kind of you, Jeff, but no, thanks.

-Ah, come on. -I'’d love some.

-Thanks, Jeff. -Yes, a nice pork pie.

Pork pie, my favourite.

Aye, aye, get stuck in.

Shut up, Kevin! You daft '’apeth.

If you wouldn'’t mind, there's a form that needs signing.

Aye, aye, aye.

-The wrong cow. -Wrong cow.

I'’ll walk you to your door.

Come on.

Bye, Tim.

I'’d, er, completely understand if you never wanted to see me again.

I promise, that is not what I had in mind...

Tristan Farnon, that were, by far...

the best date I'’ve ever been on.

Really?

Really.

Oh, er, by the way, it'’s Jim, not Tim.

Why didn'’t you tell me sooner?

Oh, no!

I'’m so embarrassed.

Sorry. It was too much fun.

I don'’t think I can take much more of this.

I'’m exhausted.

Come on, old chap, cheer up.

We did it, we saved the day.

And got the girl?

Oh... A gentleman never tells.

But yes. Yes, I did. We were just kissing back there.

Weren'’t you watching us?

I don'’t know.

Maybe Siegfried was right,

the testing is more bother than it'’s worth.

I don'’t think I can do it anymore.

Well, never tell him that.

It might create some sort of space-time continuum.

I think I have to, Tris.

I'’m going to.

Hello?

Siegfried?

In here.

Ah, Herriot. There you are.

Mr Harcourt.

I thought I'’d drop in, check how things are running here.

Mr Farnon'’s been kind enough to fill me in on everything.

Right.

How'’d it go at Rudd's farm?

Um, we, erm...

Well, unfortunately, we found another positive case.

Did we? So can I expect more forms?

They were posted this morning.

I am giddy with anticipation.

I now have a signed B 227 DT for you.

A receipt for slaughter.

Mallock?

How'’d you guess?

Post it.

And we agreed on the statuary compensation with Rudd.

We?

What'’s this "we", Herriot?

How d'’you mean?

It'’s all you, ain't it?

You'’re responsible for all this.

I am. Yes.

I told Mr Harcourt you took the running of the TB-testing program entirely upon yourself,

on top of your usual practice work.

Aye, that'’s true. But...

The amount of them you were getting through,

I assumed the whole practice was turning its hand to the matter.

No, no. It was just him.

Your work will already have saved lives.

You'’re a credit to your profession, lad.

Thank you, sir.

In fact, the next district is falling behind somewhat.

Perhaps you might like to take on the extra work?

-I... -Of course he would.

But please, for the love of God,

do not make a balls up of any more forms.

I'’ll make sure of it.

I'’ll show you out.

-Well done, Jim. -Thanks, Tris.

This new car of yours, want to show me how it runs?

Really?

Well, I can'’t very well let you out in it until I know it'’s safe.

Lead the way.

We'’re going for a spin, Mrs H. Want to join us?

Oh, wait.

-I'’ll get me coat. -Yes!

See how needed you are now?

I do.

Not least to finish painting those doorframes.

Come on.