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Dear Mother, it'’s been
quite some time.

I'’m training with the Navy

and will be given leave
next month to visit family.

I think it would feel right
for us to meet.

Are you able to come
to Keighley train station?

I can meet you
in the waiting room there

on the morning of
Monday the 10th of July.

I hope to hear from you.

Edward.

You lads. Hurry up!

-Come on, go.
-Sorry.

Go on, it'’ll suit you.

Is this some kind of joke?

You'’ll cook and clean
in Mrs Hall'’s absence.

I do hope you were listening
to her this morning.

She left a list of things
to do by the telephone.

I thought we were
divvying up the jobs.

-That is the fair way.
-Don'’t panic.

I'’m not expecting you to have
this place tiptop by any means.

Just try to complete the tasks
as satisfactorily as you can.

Who'’s that?

-Hello.
-Hello.

And what was so terribly wrong
with the front door?

I do apologise, sir.

-I'’m Andrew Simmonds.
-Siegfried Farnon.

Don'’t ask.

Oh, good God.

What is it?

We promised his headmaster
a day'’s work experience.

If it'’s too much
trouble, I'’ll...

No, no, it'’s quite all right.
My brother Tristan
will happily...

Make you a cup of tea
before you get cracking
with your mentor here.

Just try to complete the tasks
as satisfactorily as you can.

Excuse me, Andrew.

Milk and sugar?

-Yes, please.
-Yes.

Sorry, big brother.

Hello.

I changed me mind.

That'’s lovely, thank you.

Changed your mind?

Yes... please.

Thank you.

Did you miss your train?

Er, no, no.

I'’m... I'm...
I'’m waiting for someone.

Who?

No. No, that'’s not
why I'’m here.

Um...

are the trains late?

Sometimes.

I'’m sure they're on their way.

Yes, I hope you'’re right.

Mm, please, yes.

Is that for them?

Yes.

What'’s their name?

It'’s, um...

Edward.

Edward?

Edward. That'’s right, yeah.

He'’s, er...

He'’s my son.

Er, my... My son? But big.

Son.

Son?

Oh, right.

Yeah, my son.

Thank you.

Thank you.

-There you are, Andrew.
-Thank you.

Right, tour. Follow me.

♪ My name is
John Wellington Wells ♪

♪ I'’m a dealer
in magic and spells ♪

♪ In blessings and curses
And ever-filled purses ♪

♪ And prophesies,
witches and knells ♪

The dispensary.

Lotions, potions, poisons
and otherwise, all stored here.

Fever drinks, stomach powders,
boric-acid pessaries. Onwards.

♪ And if anything
anyone lacks ♪

♪ He'’ll find it
already in stacks ♪

♪ If he'’ll only look in
On the resident djinn ♪

♪ Number seventy,
Simmery Axe! ♪

Patients are brought here
from the waiting area.

This is where healings
of all kinds unfold

under the watchful eye
of my good self.

I'’ll show you the office.

This is where we
handle correspondences,
invoices, receipts,

and I come face-to-face
with the very bane of
my existence, stingy clients.

His name'’s Volonel.

Volonel.

He'’s beautiful.

Beautiful.

You can hold him if you like.

Can I?

Let'’s get him out.

There we are.

Do you know that rats
can'’t sweat?

Yes.

Don'’t they use their tail
to regulate their temperature?

They do,

by expanding and contracting
the blood vessels.

Clever things.

Hello, Volonel.

I could get used to
living up here.

It'’s a shame Dad's back
from his brother'’s tomorrow.

Don'’t you dare. Don't you dare?

No, don'’t throw those mushrooms.
Stop it! Stop it.

Ow! There'’ll be none left.

Will you pair
stop mucking about?

Where'’ve you been?

-James, stop mucking about.
-Come inside for breakfast,

otherwise, it'’s going
to get cold.

James. James, break--

Behave yourself.
Behave yourself now...

Jenny, this is brilliant.

It'’s nothing really.

It'’s delicious.

And this is nice.
Could have this on the bed.

You not eating?

Oh, I'’ve already had mine.

You can fry them mushrooms
we picked for Dad tomorrow.

Mushrooms I picked,
I think you mean.

Oi, I picked at least
half of '’em.

Are you fibbing again, Helen?

Shouldn'’t you be getting
ready for school?

Cutting it a bit fine,
aren'’t you?

I'’m not going.

Why?

I left.

Jenny?

I'’ve left school.

What do you mean, you'’ve left?

Well, I'’m allowed now,
now I'’m 14.

I want to work on the farm.

Well, you never talked
to me about any of this.

I'’m telling you now, aren't I?

Does Dad know?

Yeah.

And he doesn'’t mind?

No.

Right. I'’ve got
to sort out the sheep.

See you later.

Do you do all these by yourself?

Dad trusts me with them.

They look great, Jenny.

Thanks.

I wish we'’d have
spoken about school.

It feels like a big decision.

What is it?

It'’s nothing, Jenny.
Don'’t worry.

Is that foot rot?

Oh, no.

It'’s all right.

We'’ll get James to have
a look when he gets back.

I don'’t see how
I could'’ve missed it.

It'’s easy to miss,
and you'’re still learning.

Thank you for the tea.

-It was nice to meet you.
-You too.

Cheerio.

Mother?

Edward.

Sorry for making you
wait this long.

It'’s quite all right.

I really am sorry, honestly.

Don'’t be silly.

I'’ve not been here that long.

-Er, did you--
-How are you--

-You go.
-No, you.

Ma, please.

I were just gonna ask
how your journey were.

Not bad. Yours?

Didn'’t feel as long
as anticipated.

I were dreading it,
to be honest.

Not this. The journey.

I'’m talking too much.

No, it'’s all right.

Let'’s find somewhere
to sit, shall we?

Is it nice there, Darrow?

Er, D-- Darrowby.

Lovely.

Little paradise on Earth.

You'’re always welcome.

I have invited--

Never mind.

-Haven'’t had the time.
-Of course, I know.

Well...

we'’re here now, aren't we?

Oh. It'’s full.

Go to the left luggage.

It'’s quiet there.

Oh. Up there?

Thank you.

What about here?

It'’ll do.

What time do you
have to leave?

In a while.

Both medicines look
identical but they perform
very different functions.

It'’s important
they'’re kept separately

A fact that my brother
conveniently ignores.

Do sit down.

I am concerned about
Mrs H'’s future.

I think I'’ve firmly
put her job at risk.

Well?

It'’s...

rather different from
what I was expecting,
I must confess.

Different?
"Different" meaning?

Better.

Ah, we got there in the end.

Oh, yes, you want some more.
Feel free, please.

-Would you like some?
-No, thank you.

-Brought me packed lunch.
-Ah.

-That looks delicious.
What is it?
-Egg mayonnaise.

-Oh. My favourite.
-Mine too.

Your mum must be
a very good cook.

I made '’em myself,
but she is that.

I'’d be lying if
I said otherwise.

Did you really make
them yourself?

How very impressive.

Thank you, sir.

That'’s kind of you to say.

So... the badge--
Do you like giraffes?

More than rats?

Giraffes are
me favourite, sir.
Rats are a close second.

Is that so?

Did you know that
giraffes spend most of
their lives standing up?

Yes.

Even when they'’re asleep
and giving birth.

Precisely so.

Well, good choice.

Good choice, indeed.

What'’s your
favourite, sir?

Oh, dear.

I think it would be
remiss of me to choose.

Sorry to disturb you, Jess.

Over here.
Hurry yourself, will you?

It'’s our Benjamin.

We were working
in the field, a--

And he were kicked
by a cow.

-OK, let'’s get him inside.
-Careful.

Have you got him?

Put it in there.

Don'’t worry, I'll take care of .

It may be instructive
for our budding vet here.

I'’d quite like to take
a look at Benjamin myself.

Haven'’t you got
washing up to do?

-That can wait.
-Stop your faffin'’, will you?

I'’m sorry.

I don'’t mean to be rude.

He means an awful lot to me,
you see, and I...

I can'’t see him
like this a second longer.

Of course. In there.

That'’s it, that's it.

Thank you.

Come through, Mr Sunningwell,
Door and blind please, Andrew.

It'’s all right. That's it.

There we are.

How do you do it, Mrs H?

You must be ravenous.
Here, have these.

I had a sandwich
before I left.

A sandwich don'’t fill you up.

It did me.

I'’ve got
no appetite left.

Well... there'’s always
room for something sweet.

That'’s what you used to say...

remember?

Look inside.

Go on, open it up.

You shouldn'’t have gone
to so much trouble.

You used to like '’em.

I still do...

sometimes.

Well, you can take '’em with you
for the trip, if you like.

You don'’t need
to eat them now.

Me bag'’s full t'brim.

They look just
how they used to.

Well...

you didn'’t see all
the burnt bits and
the misshapen offcuts.

Dad always liked '’em
burnt, didn'’t he?

Oh, my word.

He used to ask me
to burn them.

It broke me heart,
it did, every time.

How is your dad?

Don'’t know.

You don'’t?

Don'’t speak to him anymore.

Why'’s that?

Why all the questions?

Sorry.

I can'’t stand the fool.

You can'’t speak about
him like that, Edward.

You were close to your dad.

That was before I saw him
for who he really was.

Is he still drinking?

Course he is.

He'’s always drinking.

-And how about you?
-Not any more.

Your dad is a victim of his
circumstances, like many people.

That'’s no excuse for the way
he treated you, though, is it?

I don'’t hate him, Edward.

You don'’t?

He were a good man
before the war.

And a damaged one after.

Does it damage
everyone-- War?

Not everyone.

-You were OK.
-Yeah.

Yeah. Suppose I were...

"lucky."

Andrew.

You look like there'’s
something you want to say.

It'’s nothing, sir.

Well, I were just
thinking to meself,

is the injury
internal or external?

Cos...

I can'’t see any
marked wound on him.

Indeed.

You'’re bang on.

Almost impossible to identify.

He was injured all right,
kicked by a cow.

I should'’ve kept me eye on him.

Do you know exactly
where he was kicked?

Knocked down before
I could see t'’poor lad.

Can'’t you help him?

He may be concussed.

We'’ll have to go
carefully if we give him
any general anaesthetic.

There'’s a small chance
he may not return.

He'’s all I've got.

It'’s just me and him.

It'’ll be all right, sir.

Mr Farnon here will make
little Benjamin better.

Perhaps you might
like to wait outside,
Mr Sunningwell?

We'’ll take good care of him,
I assure you.

Easy, Nelly.

Easy.

How is she?
James?

She'’s not doing so well
right now.

But things might change.

Is it bad?

The infection is spreading
across her hoof.

So what happens now?

Well, she has a temperature,
and she'’s not eating.

So, I'’ve given her
an injection of Prontosil.

We'’ll have to wait and see.

And if it... gets worse?

Well, sometimes they can
deteriorate quite quickly.

And in those cases,
we would have to remove
the necrotic part of the hoof

in order to stop
the infection from spreading.

So, if it does spread,
then what?

The best thing would be
to put Nelly down.

-It won'’t come to that, Jenny.
-No. I'’m sure it won't.

Do you think
it'’ll happen? The war?

No. No of course it won'’t.
You'’ll be fine.

How can you be so sure?

You'’ll do your training, then
you'’ll come home, in one piece.

It happened before.

That were different.

-You said war damaged Dad.
-In some ways, yes.

What if it damages me?

It won'’t.

It won'’t even touch you, Edward,
'’cause it won't happen.

This seemed the right
thing to do, us meeting...

just in case.

There will be another time.

Many more.

How'’s your training?
Do they treat you well?

They do.

It, er...

takes time to make
good friends, though.

It always does.

But, er...

No one really knew who I was
when I started, so...

I could pretend
to be someone good,
which is nice, I suppose.

You are someone good.

Look at me.

Edward Hall...

I'’ve always seen
the good in you.

Then why did you give me
to the police?

Did you see the good
in me then?

Yes.

I always have.

I did that...

for your own good.

For my own good?

I know it didn'’t seem like it
at the time, or now even.

Borstal ruined me.

I know it were hard.

It took away
all the good I had left.

All the good you
saw in me then,
it'’s all gone.

No, it in'’t.

You'’re stronger
than you think.

No, it has.

And you did that to me.

Hey.

Hey.

What'’s wrong? Eh?

She'’s waiting for
our housekeeper to return.

She'’s like a mother
to that one.

Is that right?

Don'’t worry.

Mother will be back
for you in time.

All right?

Would you like something
to drink, Mr Sunningwell?

Aye, that'’d be nice.

I promised her
I'’d take good care of him.

-Who?
-Me mum.

He'’s the only living,
breathing thing I'’ve got
left connecting me to her.

I let her down.

You haven'’t let her down,
Mr Sunningwell.

You sound so sure.

No, I think she'’d be proud of
you'’ve done for little Benjamin.

He'’s in good hands, and he'll
be back by your side in no time.

How do you take it?
Your tea?

Milk. No sugar.

That were her doing.

Won'’t be a minute.

Thank you, son.

Andrew, look at his hip.

Do you see?

It juts out slightly.

It'’s dislocated.

Don'’t worry, old chap.

We'’ll have you
chasing cows in no time.

I don'’t think he'll
be in any hurry to do
that, Mr Farnon.

We'’ve just used a very
small amount, just enough
to relax his muscles.

All right.

That'’s it. That's it.

That'’s it, good boy.

You have a little kip.

That'’s it. Go on.

That'’s it.

Now...

we have to clip
that back into place.

I'’m going to need
your assistance.

Ready, sir.

Have you ever
played tug-of-war?

Yes.

Then you'’ll know what to do.

Take hold of the end
of that towel,
nice and tight.

That'’s it.

Nice and firm.

Good.

Are you sure
about this, sir?

-Don'’t want to harm him.
-He'’ll be fine.

I'’m with you.

I'’m going to count
back from three.

You ready?

Ready.

Then take the strain.

Three.

Two.

One.

Relax.

That'’s it.

There we are.

Congratulations, young man.

You'’ve just treated
your first patient.

How do you feel?

Ecstatic, sir.

Absolutely ecstatic.

Perhaps you'’d like to tell
Mr Sunningwell the good news.

Yes.

-The other one.
-Oh, yes.

Mr Sunningwell, he had
a dislocated leg but we'’ve
popped it back into place.

He'’s all well, he's better.

Thank you very much,
Mr Farnon, for taking
such good care of my boy.

Really no need.

You should be proud
of your lad.

You'’ve got a good 'un there.

Keep him close.

Not all of us are so lucky.

-Are you happy to see your son?
-Oh.

Yes, my son.

Thank you.

Edward...

I couldn'’t lie for you.

I never wanted you
to lie for me.

Well, then, what did you want?

Mr Granville trusted me
with his house, his things.

I bet you wish
you never let me
into his house.

No.

You were always welcome,
wherever I worked.

You always are.

You'’ve always cared so much
about the people you work for.

-Edward!
-They meant more to you
than we ever did.

That'’s not true.

You were humiliated by me.

Is that how you felt?

It'’s the truth.

It couldn'’t be
further from the truth.

I love you...

more than anything
in this world, Edward.

You'’d need to know
how much you mean to me.

From the moment you were born
to this moment right now...

that'’s never changed one bit.

I don'’t know how to talk
to Jenny anymore.

I wonder if that has
anything to do with her
wanting to leave school.

I think she can sense
you disapprove of her decision.

I don'’t disapprove of it.
I just want to talk
to her about it.

There'’s a big world
out there.

I don'’t want her closing off
her options too soon.

I know that...

But Jenny doesn'’t?

She wants your approval,

and perhaps
she'’s convinced herself

you don'’t think she has what
it takes to make a good farmer.

I don'’t think
that at all.

She'’s done wonders
to this place.

I just want the best for her.

Talk to her.

Let her know how you feel.

Potato. Yes, right.

You do like potato,
don'’t you?

Yes. Yes, far more
than egg mayonnaise,
that'’s for certain.

That'’s a pity.

These are splendid.

I don'’t doubt it.

Would you like
to taste some?

No, thank you.

Me mum likes
to cook potatoes.

A versatile vegetable,
she calls it.

Your mum sounds
like a wise woman.

Aye, she is.

So, do you have any brothers
or sisters, Andrew?

No, it'’s just me.

You can'’t possibly imagine
how fortunate you are.

I'’m not sure about that.

It'’d be nice to have
someone around.

Yeah. A younger brother
to reprimand.

Or an older one
to show me t'’way.

You don'’t need that.

You'’re an intelligent young man,
wise beyond your years.

Oh, good God, not again.

Can'’t you cook anything else?

I'’m happy to relinquish
my duties if you'’d like
to take over.

I'’ll go and see Florence.

-No.
-No, I thought not.

Andrew here was absolutely
professional earlier.

Compassionate, sensitive,
caring...

You know, that approach
to vetting isn'’t
unique, actually.

Oh, I beg to differ.

Well... perhaps
you'’re not as attentive
as you always claim.

What'’s that?

-That'’ll be me dad.
-Oh. Are you off already?

One day, Andrew...

you'’re going to be a credit
to our profession.

Mark my words.

Thank you, sir.

That'’s kind of you to say.

Well...

goodbye.

Goodbye.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye, Andrew.

Now then, lad.
Have you had a good day?

Dad, it were brilliant.

A sheepdog called
Benjamin came.

And Mr Farnon asked me
to go and help treat him...

Here. How is she?

I'’m afraid she's
deteriorating rapidly.

Her temperature'’s increased.

Thanks, James.

What do you think we should do?

Why are you asking me?

'’Cause I want to know
what you think.

Well, James said that removing
a small part of the hoof

is the best chance
we have of saving Nelly.

I think that'’s
what we should do.

But I don'’t...
I don'’t know.

It'’s hard.

Aye.

Always is.

But I think you'’re right.

I think that'’s
what we should do,

and James'’ll give her
something to numb the pain.

It'’ll be here in a minute.

You can'’t get the next one?

I haven'’t a choice in it,
it'’s the Navy.

Not a day'’s gone by
where I'’ve not felt
guilty for what I did.

-The past can'’t be changed.
-No, you'’re right.

It can'’t be.

But I'’ve felt far more
guilty that you got in that
position in the first place.

I don'’t understand.

I wondered where
I'’d gone wrong,
what I did to you.

I committed the crime.
Not you.

I'’m your mother.
It were my job look after you.

It is my job.
Stay a moment longer.

I'’ve got to go.

Edward...

let me walk with you.

-You don'’t need to.
-I'’d like to.

Edward.

Edward.

I panicked that day.

I didn'’t do it to
punish you. I didn'’t.

I thought it would
fix the mistakes
I had made, somehow.

I'’m sorry, Edward,
I'’m so sorry.

I never stopped loving you.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.

Edward.

Bye.

Take good care
of yourself, will you?

Please?

I'’ll make room for the tin.

What did you say? Edward?

I can'’t hear you.
Say it again!

What is it? Edward?

"I love you, Ma."

He said, "I love you, Ma."

That'’s it.

I'’m sorry.

What for?

Making you feel like
you weren'’t good enough.

It'’s all right.

You didn'’t make me
feel that way.

It'’s so big, this world.

So much bigger than Darrowby,
though we often forget it.

I know.

And I don'’t wanna be
anywhere else.

You can do anything
you want, Jenny.

Be anything.

And if that'’s
being a farmer,
then so be it.

You'’re not just
saying that?

The truth is...

you'’ve always been a farmer,
a truly excellent one.

-No, I haven'’t.
-Yes, you have.

Well, if I'’ve been
any good at anything,

it'’s all been
down to you.

It went well.

Thank you, James.

You all right?

-No, of course I'’m not.
-Come here.

Come here.

-Ow!
-Oh, sh.

I hope this isn'’t
how you treat the animals.

What on Earth were you thinking?

Rustling something up
for Mrs H.

Mashed potato, I presume?

Shepherd'’s pie, actually...

Very enterprising.

Come on, that'’s it.

Thumb over. Thumb down.

There we are.

I used to be just
like him, you know?

Who?

Andrew.

When I was his age,
I used to look up to you
the way he did.

I was just as shy.

Timid but curious.

And eager to learn
everything from you.

But I think you always
resented me a little.

I mean, why wouldn'’t you?

You were lumbered with a kid.

And you had no choice
but to take me in.

Pish.

Is that untrue?

What'’s untrue is that
I didn'’t care about you.

All right, I wasn'’t quite
ready back then for parenthood.

I didn'’t need a parent.

I never needed a parent.

I didn'’t mean you, Tristan.

Before you came,
years before, early
in our marriage,

I told Evelyn that I...

wasn'’t ready for children.

What kind
of father would I be?

The notion was absurd.

She didn'’t understand.

She saw something in me I...

I didn'’t see.

Then you came.

And you needed our time.

Then...

she got ill.

Just when I was ready,
she got ill,

she died, and...

There we are.

You never told me.

There'’s not much to tell.

I probably would'’ve
done things differently.

If I'’d had another chance.

A part of me wishes I had.

Differently?

With you.

Is it the biscuits
you'’re after? Come on.

Jess, in.
Come on. Hello?

Hello.

Come on, then.
There you go.

Oh, my.
What happened here?

I was trying to make you
a surprise Shepherd'’s pie
supper, Mrs H.

The oven fought back.

Oh, Tris.

That'’s very kind of you.

Now, I'’ve a tincture for that.

No, look, I'’ll be fine.

You'’ve just got back, you
must be gasping for a brew.

Why don'’t you go sit in
the living room and I'’ll
bring one through for you?

-What about your hand?
-I'’ll survive.

Go on. Both of you.

Come on, you.
Come on, Jess.

Here we are.

-Oh, thank you, love.
-Oh! Mrs Hall'’s shortbread.

Thank you.

So, how'’s your Florence?

I haven'’t seen her.

Been rushed off
my feet all day.

Jess.

Well, you'’ve passed the baton
back to me now, so go on.

Go and see her.

By the way, the place
looks spotless.

Well done.

Indeed it does.

No jibes from you?

No.

Credit where credit'’s due.

Tristan steadied
the ship marvellously.

Good to hear.

I wish the past would invite me
back to rectify a thing or two.

Whatever it is, Mr Farnon,
you'’re forgiven.

-Did he turn up?
-Mmm-hmm.

How was it?

I don'’t know
how to explain it, really.

It were all too brief.
Over before I knew it.

And yet...

the very ground beneath me
feels like it'’s shifted.

I feel...

"lighter."

He'’s finally realized
how much you care?

Oh, I don'’t know.

I hope so.

I don'’t think any of us
know quite how to express
our gratitude to you, Mrs Hall.

Believe me.

Mmm.