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The clutch. The clutch, Richard.

I am disengaging the transmission.

Ugh.

Just take your time.

I'm clutching.

Both hands on the wheel!

They don't teach you things like this in the manual.

Like the fact there may be other vehicles on the road?

The books made it sound so simple.

I can't do this!

Look, if you want to be a vet in the Dales, you have to.

How can you still be this bad?

I'm sorry, Richard, I just need...

Let's try again.

Nice and easy.

Nice and easy.

With the Germans intensifying their efforts

to destroy Fighter Command,

Britain is facing its greatest test.

In this country's darkest hour,

it is the brave pilots of the Royal Air Force

to whom we must look...

..to defend our nation and save us from Nazi occupation...

You shouldn't be up here.

I know.

At regular hours, the Nazi bombers come over.

While the public take shelter,

RAF pilots take off to destroy the enemy.

Lucky for you, I'm running late.

The thing to remember about driving is that there's no hurry.

Slow and steady wins the race. I can't imagine that's true.

In fact, it seems to be terrible advice

for someone who wants to win a race.

It's a fable comedy. The Tortoise And The Hare.

A story predicated on the fundamentally illogical premise

that animals are capable of hubris.

Save me, I'm begging you.

I agree with him.

Sometimes, you have to throw caution to the wind.

Thank you, Mrs Hall. How'd the driving lesson go?

Great. He's really making progress.

Shall we go to The Drovers and have a drink?

That sounds lovely.

Hadn't we ought to get to Mrs Pumphrey's?

Six o'clock you told her.

We've only got two nights left together.

Er... right, yes.

I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.

It shouldn't take long. Maybe we can go when I'm back.

James! Could you come in here?

I'll be... with my books.

You know why he's keeping himself so busy?

I'm doing the same.

Must have folded his shirts a thousand times.

Hm.

Right, what can I do?

The pie needs to come out... in 40 minutes.

I've set the table.

You just need to boil the veg.

Your hair looks nice.

Oh! Really?

Oh.

He's cooking me dinner.

He's cooking?

Has he invited you to his house before?

Not properly.

I'm not smiling.

It's just tea. Nothing more...

..I don't think.

Hey, don't forget your trifle.

Oh!

And your apron!

Ah!

Everything will carry on as normal.

Finding a sufficiently skilled deputy was no mean feat,

but you're in excellent hands.

And, er, who is that exactly?

I'm sorry?

That "skilled deputy".

Well, it's... It's Richard here.

He's an excellent vet, Mrs Pumphrey.

I think perhaps you just got off on the wrong foot.

Very well.

Oh, Tricki. Don't let us forget our manners.

You do realise he can't understand you?

The reason he responds is likely down to intonation,

but there's no research which points to a deeper level of comprehension.

Then how do you think he knows when it's his din-dins?

He has a slight skin irritation, had you noticed?

Of course I've noticed.

It's anxiety brought on by Uncle Herriot's leaving.

A more likely explanation is that he has an allergy.

Grass or pollen, probably. His eyes are a little watery.

Well, obviously, they are.

His heart's not made of stone.

Right.

If you like, I can give you some food supplements.

There's something called an essential fatty acid

found in certain fish, which might help.

Is he trying to bamboozle us, Uncle Herriot?

I don't like to be bamboozled.

It's certainly worth a try.

Well... I'm sure if you say so.

Where's Cedric today?

Er, he's out in the garden somewhere.

I'd be happy to take a look at him, too.

Oh... thank you.

If you could find an opportunity to impress upon Mr Farnon

how well he's getting on, I'd really appreciate it.

He has a great deal to learn.

Until you return,

we shall see only Uncle Farnon.

Isn't that right, Tricki?

Yes.

You barely touched yours.

It's often the way when I cook.

Well, let me... let me take these.

No, no leave it. I'll do it.

Please, Audrey.

I think I need a brandy.

Would you like one?

Thank you.

Large or small?

Small.

Or a... large.

Audrey, I need to...

Sorry.

You go.

You know how much I care about you, Audrey.

The time we've spent together has been the happiest of my life.

Mine too.

I-I never imagined when you get to our age,

you-you never think that you...

..might meet someone who changes your life

the way you have mine.

And so when I got the news about your divorce,

I was cock-a-hoop.

Because I always hoped...

Go on.

It's Lillian.

Your sister?

She's really struggling.

Oh.

I see.

She's breathless all the time.

It's so much worse than she made out in her letters.

She's not coping so well on her own.

Well, does this mean you...?

Are you leaving?

There's nothing I'd love more than for you to come with me,

but I know I can't ask that of you.

Well, you must do what's best for her,

of course you should, but...

You'll be back, though.

I hope so, I...

I don't know.

I filled the car up with petrol.

Put a full tank in for you. Thank you.

How's Carmody's driving, by the way? Can he be trusted on his own?

Nearly. Nearly? What bloody use is nearly?

Mr Farnon! He's making progress.

Give him a few more weeks, and he'll be there.

A few more weeks? It's a four-speed Vauxhall, not a seven-man tank.

He's getting there...

slowly. Oh, for God's sake.

"Slowly". "Nearly". I tell you what.

I'll take him out, judge for myself. Sure that's a good idea?

Well, why wouldn't it be?

Well, perhaps he'd be better with me teaching him. Or Helen.

Less chance of the poor boy rupturing an eardrum.

What are you implying? I'm known for my patience.

If he can't get about under his own steam,

what's the point of him being here?

Morning. What's the point of who being here?

We're going for a drive.

Let's see what you're made of.

Just try to stay calm.

Put your foot down, man.

You'll never cut the mustard if you drive like an old codger.

Don't you worry about all that.

You do everything I say, and you'll be all right.

It's about confidence.

Once you realise everyone else on the road is an imbecile,

it's plain sailing.

That's it.

Bravo, that's the spirit.

There we go.

Now, press on up the middle, they'll have to let you through.

You're the boss.

This chap doesn't seem to think so.

Hold your nerve, Carmody.

From an animal's point of view, we're an emergency service.

Don't be pedantic.

Get out of the way!

Look out.

Look out!

You nearly broke my car!

What kind of halfwit drives down the middle of the road like that?

Ah. Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.

This isn't your usual car. It's my weekend car.

Mr Farnon, was that you driving like a lunatic?

You scared Tricki half to death.

Oh.

I should have known.

Monsieur, we have a problem.

Oh, my goodness.

Is it dead?

It's still alive... just.

Did I hit it? Oh, gosh. I hit it, didn't I?

Oh, thank you, Audrey. I was gonna do that.

Oh, I don't mind.

Part of me wishes I wasn't going anywhere.

I just wanna be here with him.

At least you'll get to spend some time together.

What's up?

Gerald's moving away.

Where?

The Lakes. His sister's health's getting worse.

Oh, Audrey, I'm so sorry.

For how long?

For good, I think.

I don't want to lose him.

If this war's taught us anything,

it's to grab onto the things you love

and try and cherish every moment.

Ready to go?

Mrs H, thank you.

It's nothing fancy, just some sandwiches and cake and whatnot.

It's perfect. You two have a wonderful day.

Don't hurry back. How did it go?

He ran over a cat. What happened?

I think it would be wise if Carmody wasn't allowed behind a wheel again.

Sorry, old chap. I'm going to need your help with this one.

Helen, could you take him through to the surgery while we get him ready?

Well, we were supposed to be...

No, it's all right, James. It's all right.

It's all my fault. I wasn't paying attention.

Don't blame yourself, these things happen to the best of us.

Have you any idea who he belongs to?

There's no collar or identity disc.

His claws look fine to me. Have a look, Siegfried.

Yes. All intact. Which means...

When cats get run over, they freeze

and prepare themselves for impact by digging their claws into the road.

It wasn't my fault.

He's got in nasty compound fracture, abrasion on the abdomen.

He might've had a fall or been hit by some farming machinery.

Poor chap's in a bad way.

It might be best to put him out of his misery.

I agree. I'll do it.

How would you feel about doing it?

If you want to be a vet, you've got to at some point.

You're right. I'll do it.

I won't be much use around here if I just do the easy stuff.

Good man.

I'm sorry, little man.

Do you hear that?

Extraordinary in his state.

Is there really nowt we can do?

It's a tricky operation to realign and reset the bone.

He may not survive.

It just depends how much fight he's got left in him.

Even if you did, it's a grim recovery.

He'll be in a lot of pain.

It really might be the kindest thing.

And it's not just surviving the operation. Afterwards...

He'd need round-the-clock care.

I'll do it.

I'll nurse him.

Please, James.

I know it's a big commitment,

spoon feeding him every couple of hours

till he gets his strength up, I know that,

and I know he might not make it.

But we've gotta give him a chance.

He's all on his own. He's got no-one to look after him.

Please.

I'm really not sure.

I know, but we're going to give it a try.

It might not work, but we've got to give it a go.

Thank you.

Carmody, chloroform, surgical kit, saline solution,

sulphanilamide powder, bandages, please.

I'll get some boiling water and fresh towels.

Very nice.

What happens next time, then? What do you mean?

Next time there's an operation requiring two vets,

and the time after that?

Carmody's a good vet.

Maybe so, but he'll never be able to replace you.

You sacked me within 24 hours, remember?

You thought I was incompetent.

You will have to face up to it sooner or later, Siegfried,

because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.

Carmody! Get in here!

Go and be with your wife.

Not until I've made sure... James.

I suspect I'm not the only one with his head in the sand.

Stand there, hold that.

The cat will be all right. I promise you.

Thank you.

Oh. Shouldn't you be on a picnic?

Is he all right?

Well, we had some trouble realigning the bone,

and he lost more blood than we'd like, but he's alive.

Thank you.

We made a bed for him.

Oscar, that's what we're calling him.

I know I shouldn't get attached, but...

he can't just be "The Cat".

That were Mrs Pumphrey. She's all in a tizz about Tricki.

Absolutely not.

I've got to go and see a great dane somewhere up there.

I'm not sure about that.

Mrs Pumphrey is yet to... warm to me.

Well, then, it'll be a good test for you.

Time to cut the apron strings.

Excellent, come on, then. Into the car. Chop-chop.

Oh, for God's sake, I'll drive.

Has he woken up yet? Not yet.

I'm just making him some broth.

And how are you holding up?

Up and down.

We're here, Mr Farnon and me.

I'd give anything to have one more week with him.

I know, love.

There he is.

What a day you've had of it, wee man, eh?

James, I know this isn't exactly the send-off we had planned...

Helen, we did the right thing.

I want us to be there when he wakes up.

Is that all right? I just...

I think I've had an idea.

Look, you're going to have to get

behind the wheel again at some point.

I just can't do it, Mr Farnon. It's as simple as that.

I'm not surprised, given that you nearly finished off poor Tricki.

Mrs Pumphrey, how nice to see you.

I'm so glad you found time for us, Uncle Farnon.

As a matter of fact, I was just giving young Carmody here a lift.

Er, I have another appointment, I'm afraid.

I thought I made it quite clear to Uncle Herriot

that Tricki will only see you.

Might I have a quiet word with you... in private?

Er, yes, of course.

Mr Cardomy?

Actually, it's Carmody.

Oh.

He's a bit green, but he has talent.

Look, the truth is, without my brother,

we're already stretched to the limit.

And the prospect of doing without James as well has put us all

under rather a strain, to say the least.

They rely on us to be resilient, don't they?

But it isn't always easy.

Quite.

Well, there's no sweeping views of the Dales,

but on the plus side - no wasps.

We can sit on the sofa if you'd rather?

No, we're gonna do this properly.

There's no sofas on a picnic.

You have to sit on the ground till your bum goes numb.

On second thoughts, I might fetch a proper vase from Mrs H.

Leave 'em, James, they're all right.

Thanks.

It's all right to be sad.

What do you mean?

Or nervous. Or unsure.

Or anything you like.

I just want you to be honest with me.

All right.

This is really uncomfortable.

The floor, I mean.

You're right.

The bed it is.

Come on, James.

We talk to each other, me and you...

..but you're acting like you're not going tomorrow.

It's been a good deal worse since his brush with death.

The poor darling was traumatised.

I think he's been put off motor cars forever.

Have you been feeding him the food supplements I gave you?

No, no, no, no. They're not to his taste.

I don't blame him, they reek of anchovy.

It's a therapeutic treatment, not a gourmet meal.

I'm telling you.

He won't have them.

I understand, Mrs Pumphrey.

He and Cedric are like family to you.

Indeed. They are.

Anyone can see how well you look after him.

His teeth and gums are in good health,

and his fur is uncommonly soft.

Oh... that'll be the new shampoo I've been using.

It's expensive, but I thought he needed a little pampering.

I think we may have found the problem.

I suspect this new shampoo is irritating his skin.

Try going back to the old one and see if it clears up.

I could give it a try, I suppose.

Thank you.

I'll get Francois to bring the car round for you.

I'm sorry, I...?

You told Mr Farnon that you couldn't get behind the wheel again.

Yes, but...

With Mr Herriot gone, you'll need to pull your weight,

so I'm going to give you a driving lesson.

I'm... not... sure... that's a good idea.

I can't drive a Rolls-Royce!

You're in at the deep end, dear boy.

That's the only thing for it.

What if I crash?

What if I scratch it?

What if a bird relieves itself on it?

Oh, do get a hold of yourself.

We're only going for a little drive.

How does it feel to be in the back with me, Francois?

Er, different, madame.

Off we go, then.

Now, don't dither, but don't be reckless.

A watchful confidence, that's the key.

I was nervous enough driving Mr Farnon's Rover.

Now that feels like child's play.

Well, that's precisely the point, dear boy.

Once you've driven this, precious cargo and all,

you won't be scared of anything.

Ooh, one last thing.

And THIS is most important of all.

I want you to talk to Tricki.

You must put him at ease.

You want me to... talk to Tricki?

Constantly. Yes.

Er... right, then, Tricki.

Here... we... go.

As you can see, we're now pulling away from Pumphrey Manor,

or home, as you probably call it.

Erm...

Right.

We're now leaving the estate via the west gate.

Or is it the south?

Anyway, it's quite a typical gate,

representative of the architecture of the area, I would think.

Erm... the Dales were shaped by ice eroding the limestone.

A hard sedimentary rock formed millions of years ago

by the remains of sea creatures.

I'm afraid that's all I know about the landscape.

Oh, look, there's some sheep!

On our left, we have, well... trees, mainly.

The beech trees like this can live for 200 or 300 years,

although, these are probably younger.

And here we are, back home.

And everyone in one piece.

You see? Not a scratch.

Was it all right?

I was so focused on thinking of things to say, I...

completely forgot to... concentrate on my driving.

Well, that was rather what I had in mind.

Look at him.

He's perfectly at ease now.

Thank you, Mrs Pumphrey.

Somehow, you've turned me into a good driver.

Well... I wouldn't go quite as far as that.

But fortunately, you don't need to be a good driver,

you need to be a safe one.

Come along, Tricki. We've got things to do.

Francois...

would you drive Uncle Carmody back to Darrowby?

Of course, madame.

He's coming round.

Hello, Oscar.

Welcome to your new home.

It's all gonna be all right now.

Thanks to James.

Thanks to you.

When I signed up with Tris...

..it was the right thing to do.

It was a tough decision, but... there wasn't a shadow of doubt.

But so much has changed since then.

Our cities weren't being bombed.

You weren't expecting.

And if you had been... I don't know.

I'm so sorry.

For what?

For abandoning you.

Don't you dare be sorry.

You're not abandoning anyone.

We make decisions together, and this was no different.

What you're doing is amazing.

And I'm so, so proud of you.

Sorry we didn't get to Sutton Bank.

This was perfect.

I only wanted to spend time alone with you.

Now, make yourself useful.

Go and get me some broth.

Hello. How are you feeling?

What are you doing still up?

Couldn't sleep.

You and me both.

Nightcap?

Thanks.

Cheers.

Cheers.

You all packed and ready?

Packed but not ready.

Sounds about right.

Remember when I first arrived...

..the locals got me so drunk, I mixed up two cats?

And I damn near castrated the wrong one.

Mrs Dinsdale's cat came in with a mild case of mange

and nearly left without his manhood.

If it wasn't for Mrs Hall, I'd have sent you packing then and there.

Even when you didn't, I was terrified.

I felt so out of my depth.

Just like I do now.

It's all right to be scared.

Be strange if you weren't.

Can I ask you something?

When you went to war...

..how did Evelyn cope?

We'll look after her, James.

And the baby, too.

I promise you.

Thank you.

Right.

I think it's our patriotic duty to finish the bottle, don't you?

Drink up.

It'll make you better.

There's a good boy.

Good boy.

I know you're frightened...

..but it's gonna be all right.

We'll get through this together, you and me.

How long have you been there?

I'm glad we saved him.

All thanks to you.

Hey.

Audrey.

I don't want to lose you, Gerald.

I don't wanna lose you, either.

But I have to go.

Then I'm coming with you.

Do you really mean that?

Well, I'll get my divorce papers soon,

and then we can go together.

Audrey, it's a big sacrifice. I know how happy you are here.

But this is our chance to be together...

and if we don't take it, then...

..we might always regret it.

Does that make us... engaged?

I suppose it does.

We should probably get going.

Helen's on her way down.

I'm sorry, but... Mr Metcalfe's got a pig with tummy trouble.

That's all right.

Carmody!

Carmody, two questions.

Question one, will you pay Mr Metcalfe a visit?

His pig's poorly. Of course.

Question two,

would you mind staying on a little longer than planned?

Mrs Pumphrey tells me you're not inadequate.

Which is progress of a sort, I suppose.

I'd be delighted.

Well, hurry along, then, don't keep Metcalfe waiting!

James.

Keep the others in line, won't you?

I'll do my best.

We should be going.

I'll go and check on Helen.

I can't face the bus stop.

Is it all right if we say goodbye here?

Of course.

I'm only a few counties away, remember?

Five. Counted.

I'll write. And I'll try to call.

As often as you can, please.

You're going to be an incredible mum.

I've never been so sure of anything in my life.

Go. Before I cry.

Course I will.

Even when she doesn't let me.

Won't be the same without you.

You just make sure it's the same when I come home.

Don't let it change you.

I won't.

Proud of you, James.

We all are.

What have you got there, Jess?

'O my Luve is like a red, red rose

'That's newly sprung in June

'O my Luve is like the melodie

'That's sweetly play'd in tune

'As fair art thou, my bonnie lass

'So deep in luve am I

'And I will love thee still, my dear

'Till a' the seas gang dry

'Till a' the seas gang dry, my dear

'And the rocks melt wi' the sun

'And I will love thee still, my dear While the sands o' life shall run

'And fare thee weel, my only luve

'And fare thee weel, a while

'And I will come again, my luve

'Tho' it were ten thousand mile.'