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Confirm cow number 85.

Number eighty five.

Nine, ten.

We make a good team.

What he means is, he couldn'’t do it without me.

It'’s true.

Right now, it doesn'’t feel like

there'’s enough hours in the day.

Glad to hear it, son.

It'’s good to be busy.

I'’m only doing this so I don't

forget what he looks like.

Dad! Helen!

Tonight Britain stands on

the brink of hostilities with Germany.

At dawn this morning

German aircraft bombed Polish towns

and German tanks invaded her frontiers...

The evacuation of children and families

from British cities

has today been put into operation.

Mr Chamberlain has asked

Herr Hitler to withdraw

his German troops from Poland,

or Britain and France will be forced

to declare war.

The opposition leader Mr Atlee

has warned of the dangers of delay.

Bloody hell.

It'’s not actually going to happen, is it?

We have been here before.

You'’d hope they couldn't be

that brainless again, but these

are politicians we'’re talking--

Sorry, Mrs Hall,

that was insensitive of me.

It'’s getting serious between you two.

I wonder what she'’ll be cooking.

Oh, she'’s not cooking

Mr and Mrs Pandhi

are hosting us.

I was thinking we should return

the invitation as soon as possible.

There'’s no need to look so panicked.

Panicked? I'’m not panicked.

I'’m the opposite of panicked.

I'’ll be in my office, Mrs Hall.

Try not to disgrace the family name.

And don'’t roll in drunk.

He'’s just protective of you, that'’s all.

If you say so.

I'’m sure they'll love you.

Why didn'’t you say so, you daft beggar?

They said we could be at war by next week.

What'’ll that mean for us?

Hey, come ere.

Listen, there'’s no point worrying

about summat that en'’t happened yet.

And if it does happen,

we'’ll just have to muck in,

all of us.

We'’ll get through it.

Let'’s get back up to the house.

I'’ll see you back at Skeldale.

I just wanted to say...

There'’s no need for you to feel guilty.

Why would I feel guilty?

Farms couldn'’t function wi'’out vets,

and the country needs farms.

There'’s a lot of men that'd give their eye teeth

to be in your position.

I know that...

Look,

whatever you feel

about a sense of duty,

just remember,

family comes first, always.

What?

What'’s up?

I said, what'’s up?

Oh, bloody hell, no? No!

Nope.

I left India when I was young.

My parents sent me to England

to be educated.

That'’s when I met your brother,

at veterinary college.

Both top of the class,

and both as pig-headed

and competitive as the other.

That sounds like Siegfried, all right.

So, how did you two meet?

I treated her cat.

Imagine his parents'’ reaction

when they heard that he'’d fallen for a vicar'’s daughter

from Giggleswick.

You still working for your brother?

Strictly speaking, yes.

Haven'’t figured out how to escape him yet.

I think it'’s important

for families to stay together.

Yeah.

Hello Daisy old girl! Hello!

There'’s no better test of a man'’s character

than how he gets along with a dog.

Particularly this dog.

That'’s why you invited me, is it?

To test me.

Course it is, lad.

Florence is our only daughter.

We need to know your intentions.

Ri-- Right.

Well I, er...

My intentions are absolutely honourable.

I would never treat Florence

with anything other than the utmost...

If you could see your face!

You could have told me

your mother was a joker!

Who'’d like some wine?

Oh, but I thought...

Depends on the sect.

We take the view

that Shakti is okay with it.

Oh, well,

Shakti sounds like my kinda man.

Shakti is the Great Divine Mother.

Oh...

Where'’ve you come from, little one?

Eh?

What'’s this?

Hello.

"“Dash"”.

So, that'’s your name is it?

Who in their right mind

would abandon such a beautiful animal?

Perhaps he'’s unwell.

He doesn'’t seem it.

Have you seen him before?

No.

What will you do?

Well, we shall have

to call round,

try and track down the owner.

Poor thing.

You must be feeling

very scared and alone.

You'’re safe here with us, poppet.

That'’s very kind of you, Dash.

But you keep it...

if Jess don'’t mind.

It'’ll keep you company.

Five millimetres? Is that all?

It'’s marginal but the rules

are very clear I'’m afraid.

I should never have agreed to this!

I knew it were trouble!

They'’ll shut us down, won'’t they?

Only temporarily.

They'’ll run further tests and if the herd stays clear

for a month or so, you'’ll be free to re-open the farm.

A month?

What am I supposed to do

with no income for a month?

I don'’t know.

What do you mean you don'’t know?

What the hell are we going to do?

I don'’t see that we have a choice!

I have to the inform the Ministry of Agriculture

and hope the process is as short as possible.

I'’m very sorry.

Wait a minute,

there'’s no need to be so hasty.

What if...

I were to fetch me gun

and go and shoot the infected beast meself?

There'’d be no reason

for the MAG to know.

The thing is,

it'’s about public safety.

The rules are there for the greater good--

Well, sod the bloody rules!

People who make rules about farming

don'’t understand farming

and they never have!

Look I'’m on your side here...

but I can'’t make exceptions.

You know I can'’t.

Do you know happened in the last war, eh?

The government let anyone go and fight

farmers, miners, doctors, vets, anyone.

And d'’you know what happened?

The whole bloody country ground

to a halt.

And then halfway through the war,

things start to come undone.

And I were working all hours.

I couldn'’t get the help.

And there weren'’t a day went by

that I weren'’t scared out of my wits

that we'’d have enough food to feed our Helen.

I didn'’t know that.

Took bloody ages to recover.

Just because some pompous pen pusher

at Whitehall thought they knew best.

Well, I can'’t have that again.

Look,

I can hold off informing the MAG

until I'’ve run a sputum test

in the lab to be sure.

Might we get a different result?

It'’s unlikely.

But if you want me to do it, I will.

Aye.

James.

Thank you.

How'’d it go?

Fine.

Go back to sleep.

How did it go?

You look like you'’ve been dragged

through several hedges backwards.

It'’s impossible not to love someone

who makes toast for you.

It was great. Better than great.

-You'’re not hung over? -No.

Oh, I feel like a herd of elephants

are stomping on my head,

and it'’s not out of the question

that a rodent has died

in my mouth. It'’s all

Mister and Missus Pandhi'’s fault.

My God, those two can knock it back.

It was all I could do to stop them

from cracking open the absinthe

and seeing in the dawn.

Is it possible you'’re still drunk?

Yes!

I'’d like to invite Flo over here

provided you'’ve no objections?

That sounds wonderful.

Excellent.

Do you think I could ask her

for Sunday lunch tomorrow?

Sunday lunch is a family occasion.

Fine.

Morning.

I thought I'’d let you have a lie-in.

Morning. Whose dog is this?

Somebody left him on the doorstep.

Have you seen him before?

That was Mrs Pumphrey.

She'’s worried about a stray cat.

Would you mind-- I'’ve got far too much

to get through this morning.

Mr Chamberlain

has sent an ultimatum to Herr Hitler.

Withdraw from Poland

by no later than 11 a.m. tomorrow,

or Britain and France will be forced

to declare a state of war with Germany.

The Prime Minister will broadcast to the nation

on the morning of the third,

and should the conditions set out to Germany not be met,

then Mr Chamberlain will have no hesitation

in announcing that a state of war

exists between Great Britain and Germany.

Sit yourself down.

You must be starving.

I thought you had the day off.

After you left yesterday...

It looks like one of the cows

might be positive.

Why didn'’t you wake me up?

I didn'’t want you up all night worrying.

James, of course, wake me up.

This will confirm it one way or the other.

And the rest of the herd were all negative.

Well get on with it then!

Poor Dad. Is he alright?

He doesn'’t want it reported.

He knows they'’ll shut the farm down.

We can'’t keep this from the MAG

it'’s TB we're talking about!

We have to report it.

Let'’s go and break the news to Dad,

and then I'’ll redo the paperwork.

That'’s Mallock's van.

Oh, eck...

I had no choice but to kill it!

If the MAG shut this place down

we'’ll struggle to survive the year!

This is a deadly disease, Dad!

Have you forgotten about

poor Mister Henry'’s boy?

The rest of the herd'’s tested negative,

all of them... I'’m just sayin',

with a bit of common sense

we can keep running the farm safely.

Killing it is against the law!

They could hit you with a whopping fine,

or worse!

More than that, James could get

struck off for this!

It won'’t come to that.

Hang on...

if James is struck off,

does that mean he has to go and fight?

Ah, well if, um...

if they find out, I'’ll tell 'em it were my decision.

I'’ll tell 'em it were nowt to do wi'’ James.

They'’re going to find out, Dad,

cause you'’re going to tell them the truth.

The farm being shut down

for a few weeks is one thing,

James'’ career being destroyed

and everything that goes with that is another.

Go and phone the MAG.

The sooner this is straightened out, the better.

Aye.

To be fair to your dad,

he was just trying to protect you both.

As was I.

We can look after ourselves, James.

Understood.

Just... don'’t be too hard on him.

When it comes to the people you love,

sometimes judgement goes out the window.

You do whatever you can to protect them,

no matter the cost.

Here we are.

She'’ll come for a saucer of milk,

recline in the sun like Cleopatra,

and then she'’ll be off again.

Well, she'’s in pretty good health

for a stray.

I'’ll give her a vitamin shot.

Friends of yours?

I'’m growing a War Garden with the Women'’s Institute.

It'’s really going rather well

we'’ve got runner beans,

beetroot, potatoes, turnips.

I'’m thinking of having a crack at celery

but it'’s notoriously difficult.

I can'’t stand celery.

Give it a wide berth I say.

It'’s as much about building morale

as anything else.

All of us mucking in together,

you know?

We must all do our bit,

Mister Farnon.

If it comes to it,

I shall pelt those Nazi buggers

with root vegetables.

All right, come here, then, you.

-There we go. -Oh, well done you.

Isn'’t she a darling?

She doesn'’t quite trust me, yet

but I'’d love to take her in one day.

Wouldn'’t Tricki be jealous?

No.

He doesn'’t perceive her as a threat--

Do you Tricki?

You'’re taking this really seriously, aren'’t you?

One can'’t afford not to.

If it makes you feel any better,

I don'’t imagine Pumphrey Manor is high

on Hitler'’s list of targets, Mrs P.

You'’ll forgive me if don'’t take military advice

from a veterinarian.

If there is a war,

I want this place to be a sanctuary.

Not just for my staff,

but for anyone who might need it.

When you find

someone you really care about,

you must cling onto them

like a life ring in a storm

because you never know what might happen next.

What will your dad and Jenny do

while the farm'’s shut down?

Back there... What did you mean

about protecting the people you love?

Can we just put the whole thing behind us

and enjoy the weekend?

James, you promised

you'’d be honest with me.

No secrets, remember?

Oh...

If Jess en'’t allowed on Mister Farnon'’s chair

then neither are you.

Go on, down.

Oh, alright then.

But not a word to Mister Farnon.

Everywhere I look,

it feels like we'’re heading for war.

I can'’t say it's easy

watching these other men signing up.

It made me realize

how lucky I am to have you,

and our life here in Darrowby.

I feel the same.

And on the one hand I want to hold you

close and never let you go.

And on the other, I want to fight for you

with every fibre of my being.

I understand that.

But the war'’s hundreds of miles away,

and there'’s no certainty it'’ll happen.

I hope you know that what you'’re doing here

is incredible, James.

I'’m so proud of you.

What'’s going on?

They'’re evacuees.

Oh, James look at their little faces...

Hello.

Where have you come from?

Come now, children!

That'’s it.

You really don'’t have to follow me, Dash.

I'’m sure Jess would love a playmate.

Mister Farnon has many qualities,

but tidiness en'’t one of them.

"“If you are suffering hardship

and you cannot place your animals

in the care of neighbours...

it really is kindest

to have them destroyed."”

It'’s from the government.

You can'’t put him down. It'’s barbaric.

And what do we do when the next one'’s brought in?

And the one after that?

We can'’t keep him, Mrs Hall.

Then what do we do?

I don'’t know!

But he can'’t stay here.

Everything alright, Triss?

Right. Yes. Absolutely.

Are you sure about that?

Would you...

Could I interest you in a pint in the Drovers?

I'’m gasping for an ale.

Why don'’t I get us all one?

Gents, can I leave these with you?

Do you think there will be a war?

I don'’t know.

What will you do if there is?

Why do you ask?

I suppose, because you always do the right thing.

But what is the right thing?

Sorry it took so long.

What have I missed?

Oh, I was just telling James

how he'’s my all-time hero.

D'’you hear that James?

See not everyone wants to throttle you.

Ah.

Right.

You do that side, I'’ll do this one.

That'’ll be lovely, thank you.

One of the good things

about the TB testing is that

I'’ve been able to save some money.

I was putting it aside

for a place of our own

but if your dad needs it...

You really are the most selfless person I know.

Has someone tidied up in here?

Why?

Audrey!

What'’s the matter?

-Mm? -The letter on here.

Have you seen it?

The MAG one? I posted it for you.

It didn'’t have a stamp on it!

I thought I were being helpful.

Oh, God.

Tell me we haven'’t just sent the MAG a form

stating there'’s no TB at Heston Grange...

Harcourt'’s going to strike me off for this.

I should have called them

the minute the cow tested positive.

You'’ve done nothing wrong.

But it looks to them like I have!

It looks to them like I'’ve falsified a form

to prevent my wife'’s farm being shut down.

What if I were to take responsibility?

If they strike me off

I'’m too old to be conscripted.

You can'’t do that, Mister Farnon.

Mrs H is right.

It'’s out of the question.

I'’m going to see Harcourt myself.

If I just tell him the truth, maybe he'’ll believe me.

Believe you? He'’ll eat you for breakfast.

I need to explain what happened.

Then I'’m coming with you.

It'’s lucky you're a good vet

because I'’m not sure you'’d cut it as a florist.

Fancy a cuppa? I'’ve just put the kettle on.

Great, yes.

Er...no, um...

Is anyone else home?

Joan'’s here.

Doris too maybe.

Why?

Could we talk out here instead, maybe?

-I'’ll bring the tea out then. -Great.

Can we not just go inside?

I know they may be a bit strange

but they don'’t bite.

Wouldn'’t you rather be out here

in the fresh air?

By the smelly drain?

It does smell a bit, yeah.

Why are you being so weird, Triss?

Right.

Yes, um.

The thing is...

I'’ve been doing a lot of thinking.

You know I think you'’re great.

Not just to look at.

You know exactly who you are.

And that to me is just...

I'’ve only ever done what Siegfried wanted.

He expected me to go to veterinary college,

so I did.

He told me to retake my exams,

so I did.

He asked me to join him

in his practice...

Well, you get the idea.

Anyway. To the point.

I know we haven'’t been seeing each other

for very long, and I'’m sorry

this isn'’t more romantic

but for the first time in my life,

I want to be my own person.

Plough my own furrow,

so to speak.

Oh, my God...

And I want to plough it

with you.

What the hell are you doing?

That didn'’t come out quite as I'’d hoped.

No, I mean,

why would you propose?

I-- I don'’t know.

I suppose I thought...

You'’re a life ring in a storm...?

A what?

Oh, God you'’re going to turn me down,

aren'’t you? This is horrendous.

Oh...

You know how fond I am of you, Triss.

You'’re kind and funny.

I just...

Maybe now'’s not the time, you know?

Don'’t you think there are more important things

going on in the world?

So... you'’re not saying no?

You'’re just saying not now...?

Here'’s what I think.

I think maybe you'’re right about your brother,

you won'’t be happy

until you step out of his shadow.

I think if we got married now,

you'’d never know.

You need to find out who you are...

and you'’re not going to do that

by being with me.

It'’s a bit like waiting

outside the Headmistress'’ office.

You never got in trouble, did you?

Someone had to be the teacher'’s pet.

Mister Harcourt will see you now.

Wish me luck, then...

Don'’t be daft,

I'’m going with you.

Would I be right to assume,

this has something to do with the phone call

I received from Richard Alderson earlier today?

Yes, Mister Harcourt. Unfortunately,

we found a case of TB

at his farm.

Perhaps you'’d care to tell me

why he put the animal down himself

rather than letting us deal with it?

The reason I'’m here, Mister Harcourt,

is to tell you that, unfortunately,

a mistake was made with the forms.

-I see. -In the next day or two

you'’re going to receive a form in the post,

declaring the herd to be negative.

Are you telling me

that not only was an animal

improperly culled on your wife'’s farm

but you tried to cover it up?!

No, sir. You see,

it wasn'’t me who filled out the form,

it was an honest mistake-—

Oh, bloody hell.

It gets worse by the second!

I hope you'’re not going to tell me it was your wife

here, because unless she'’s passed

her exams on the sly,

she'’s not a registered veterinarian.

Mister Harcourt,

let me start by offering you

a full and unreserved-—

Bugger your apology, man!

We'’re in the middle of a national crisis

and you'’re trying to pull a fast one on me!

That'’s not how it is, I promise you-—

Do you actually want to be struck off?

Because I can'’t for the life of me

think of another reason

you'’d do something

so bloody stupid.

If I can say something--

No you may not!

Never,

never have I seen such

reckless disregard

for the safety of farming and the population at large!

If you'’d just let me explain! Please!

That'’s all I'm asking!

I'’m going to give you one chance

but you'’d better make it good

because you'’re not getting a second.

Nothing good comes from worrying.

That'’s what I keep telling myself

anyway.

I don'’t like how long he's been.

[door shuts[

Did somebody die?

We thought you were James.

He'’s gone to see the MAG.

We'’re worried about him.

So, I can see.

It were all my fault.

It was not your fault.

How'’s Florence?

Is she coming for lunch tomorrow?

She may never come for lunch.

Turns out she doesn'’t want to marry me.

You proposed to her?!

Oh...

I'’m so sorry, love.

Are you alright?

Tristan, what were you thinking?

Well, I was thinking she'’d say yes, obviously.

Only you.

Only you could rush into a marriage proposal

and then be surprised when it didn'’t work out.

Why is belittling me

all you ever seem to care about?

I wasn'’t trying to belittle you--

You put everyone else on a pedestal,

and me, you treat like an animal that needs training.

Oh, what absolute nonsense.

You think so?

It'’s blindingly obvious to everyone

that James is the apple of your eye.

That you'’re so terrified of losing him.

Well, why aren'’t you terrified of losing me?

Tristan, I realize you'’re angry--

Angry? I'’m not angry.

I'’m awake, Siegfried.

I feel like I'’ve opened my eyes

for the first time in my life.

Maybe you should open yours, too,

because the world is changing

and you need to change with it.

You know, one of things I most admire about Flo,

not that you'’ve ever bothered to ask, by the way,

is that she has the courage

to live her own life.

I'’m sorry if I've made you feel like that.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The truth is that nothing I ever do

will ever be good enough for you.

I only wish I'’d realized it sooner.

I will always look after you.

I hope you know that.

That'’s just the thing.

I know you will.

Mr Harcourt,

I understand where you'’re coming from,

I do. But I want to be

very clear about this.

This is the antithesis of clear.

I didn'’t knowingly try

to conceal the truth. I would never do that.

Just as I would never put my name

to a false document.

I didn'’t put my name to a false document.

I never signed it.

It'’s true.

The form'’s null and void.

-It counts for nothing. -Signed or not,

you still tried to pull the wool

over my eyes

and that'’s a sackable offence.

My husband'’s not a liar.

In fact, he'’s one of the best people

you'’re ever likely to meet!

Kindly control your wife, Herriot, or I shall have to.

You can talk to me,

I'’m right here!

And I'’ll have my say, if you don'’t mind.

Even when he makes mistakes,

James is never anything but honest.

And every single thing he does

is about helping other people,

and if you knew him like I do,

you'’d know he'd never lie.

Look,

Dales farmers are a tough bunch,

they know their mind and they'’re not easily swayed.

I should know,

I'’m one of 'em.

Now, here'’s the truth of it:

James worked hard to win their trust.

He'’s the one that got 'em signed up

to your TB testing scheme.

Without him, none of them

would have agreed to it.

Not one.

You strike him off now

and you'’ll lose all of 'em,

I can promise you that.

And with them,

any hope of controlling TB

in this county.

My husband'’s a good man

and right now,

we need good men more than ever.

Much as I'’d like to see you

dragged across the coals,

the truth is your wife'’s right.

You are a lucky man, Herriot.

Thank you, Mister Harcourt.

Now, get out of here

before I change me mind.

Bloody hell.

By signing here, you agree

to the Ministry of Agriculture

taking temporary custody of your entire herd,

until such time

as the necessary conditions

have been met, at which point

the animals will be returned to your charge.

Thank you, Mr Alderson.

We'’ll be in touch.

We'll get through this Dad.

I'll make sure of it.

I'm just glad Harcourt that saw sense in the end.

I don't know who's more relieved,

you or Mr Farnon.

You've never seen two people

leave a room so quick,

ain't that right, James?

I'm sure Heston Grange won't be closed for long.

Still, you must be worried.

I am. But I can't lie,

I'm more worried about James.

I think we all were.

Has there been any news this morning?

Not since the cabinet meeting last night.

There was talk of an announcement but...

Hello!

You're still here then?

Your brother wants to put him down.

You know perfectly well that's the last thing I want to do.

Oh, what are we to do with you?

Why don't you ask if Mrs Pumphrey will take him.

You think she would?

I do, actually.

Why don't you give her a call?

Be quiet, this is it now!

I am speaking to you

from the cabinet room

at 10 Downing Street.

This morning

the British Ambassador

in Berlin

handed the German Government

a final note

stating that unless we heard from them

by eleven o'clock,

that they were prepared at once

to withdraw their troops from Poland,

a state of war would exist between us.

I have to tell you now

that no such undertaking has been received,

and that consequently

this country

is at war with Germany.

Why don't you say hello?

I don't know.

He's a good man who cares for you.

It doesn't need to be complicated.

I'm sorry about Flo.

It's funny,

it's like she knows me better than I know myself.

You and Helen seem so happy.

And I suppose I thought: why can't that be me?

You know, when I first arrived,

I didn't know what to make of you.

To be honest I thought you were a bit of a cad.

-A cad?! -A chancer.

I thought you only cared about yourself.

Oh, thanks very much.

But then I got to know the real you,

and I realized that couldn't be further from the truth.

You're a good man, Triss.

For what it's worth,

I don't think marriage tells you who you are.

I think you need to find that out for yourself.

You've been like a brother to me, Jim.

You say that like...

No one's going anywhere.

It's hard to fathom, in't it?

But perhaps it were inevitable.

I'm glad they can't call you up.

First time I've ever felt glad

not to be a young 'un anymore.

You must be worried about your lad.

We're writing to each other now.

He told me in his last letter,

he said...

he said he weren't afraid.

I were so scared he'd end up like his father,

but he's not.

He's not like him at all.

One day you can tell me about it.

But you've no need to now.

It's just good to see you again.

Ah, Mrs Hall.

-Good morning. -Good morning.

I won't keep you.

But I've thought about it

and I'd be very happy

to take him.

I'm sorry, Mrs Pumphrey, I...?

I feel it's the right thing

to do under the circumstances.

And Tricki and I could do

with some extra company.

Couldn't we, Tricki?

Mister Farnon called me

about the Springer Spaniel.

Dash, is it?

Oh, I see.

Delighted to hear it. Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.

Morning, Mr Farnon.

The thought of putting him down

was rather too much to bear.

Dash!

Oh, look at him, he's beautiful!

Come here, come and say hello to Tricki.

You're going to be

the very best of friends,

I can tell.

No, no.

You must go with Mrs Pumphrey,

there's a good boy.

Come on, Dash, come on,

you have to go.

She'll look after you.

I'm sorry, Mrs Pumphrey.

No, no, not at all. We shall pop back again tomorrow,

-won't we, Tricki? -No,

I mean, I'm sorry to have put

you to this trouble.

Dash belongs here with us.

Isn't that right, Mrs Hall?

As you wish, Mister Farnon.

James?

Talk to me.

About what?

I'm not stupid.

Most people given an eleventh hour reprieve

like Harcourt gave you

would be doing cartwheels.

When I saw the faces of those children,

I couldn't help but think they might never see

their homes again,

or their parents.

The only rational human response

is to try and stop it.

To help.

I do know that.

The thing is...

If I don't put myself forward,

then who am I?

I just know I could never forgive myself

if I did nothing.

I'll always be grateful to you, Siegfried, you know that.

They might turn me down, but I have to at least try.

Wait a second, Jim!

I'll walk with you.

Can't let you go on your own.

I never thought we'd be here again.

All wars end eventually.

Normal life will return.

In the meantime,

we must appreciate what we have.

I intend to be kinder to my brother.

You should hold me to that.

Do you think they'll stop ringing,

like in the Great War?

Do you remember?

Every bell in the country from Land's End to John O'Groats.

Completely silent till the armistice.

I wonder if this will be the last time we hear them.

You'd best leave me here.

Or you'll end up getting recruited yourself.