All language subtitles for All Creatures Great and Small 2020 S05E01 To All Our Boys 720p WEB-DL HEVC x265-RMTeam

Hello. You and me
had an arrangement, remember?

A nice walk,
and then a good, long nap. Yes.

All set?
Sorry.

Hello.

Oh, hello.

I were one foot out the door
when the telephone rang.

We'd best not be late.

Don't wanna keep
Mr Bosworth waiting.

That rudder pedal's still sticking.
Can you take a look?

Well done, Banerjee.
That was much better.

Thank you,
but it was as you said.

I needed to adjust more accurately
for the wind speed.

Aye. Listen to the skipper,
and you won't go far wrong.

Couple more practice flights,

and we'll be ready
for our first long-distance run.

Come on, you two,
better look lively.

Hotpot tonight.

Well done, lads. Let's go, Johnny.

Is that the one
that contains dumplings?

Nah, if there's dumplings,
it's stew.

They are remarkably similar.

As regards to knitted items,

the next collection
will be on Thursday by 3pm.

That's 3pm sharp.

Now... Er, next on the agenda,
the Victory Gardens.

I'm afraid to say
that since Dot Fawcett's operation

has put her out of action,
they are looking decidedly untended.

So, I must ask
our volunteer gardeners

to redouble their efforts
whilst Dot is recuperating.

And we are still in need

of additional wardens
for blackout duty.

So I would direct your attention
to the sign-up sheet by the door,

but I must stress that this
is a serious responsibility.

Time wasters need not apply.
You know who you are.

Don't want a repeat of last time.
Quite right, Mr Bosworth.

We certainly wouldn't want
to waste anyone's time.

So, last item on the agenda.

Ah! Our first Land Girl has
arrived safely with Farmer Danby,

so I'm sure we'll all want to do
our best to make her feel welcome.

And that concludes the meeting.

Oh! Now...
Thank you so much, Mr Bosworth.

Oh, yes. Right.

M-Meeting adjourned.

How are you?

Did you know
Dot had had an operation?

I'd heard
she'd been under the weather,

but I didn't know
it were anything that serious.

Well, I feel awful.

She were like a nan to me and Jenny
when we were little,

and I didn't even know
she was laid up.

Well, you've had a lot
to be getting on with.

I know, but the world shouldn't stop
just cos I've had a baby.

Should it, Jimmy? Hm?

Curtains shut, and there was light.

This is the way
the farmer's boy rides.

Hobbledehoy, hobbledehoy,
hobbledehoy,

and down into the ditch.

Really shouldn't get him
overly excited before bed.

Oh, he likes a bit of excitement,
don't you, Jimmy?

Do you?
Here we are.

Do you?
Richard, will you join us?

Oh, no. No, thank you.
Not while I'm training Hamish.

Oh, you've never taught him
another new trick?

As a matter of fact -
Hamish, sit.

Speak.

Good boy.
Hey?

Like that, did you?
And shake. Good boy.

Oh, will you look at that?
It's most impressive.

Though it does explain
why there's never any cheese.

Thank you.

He's a remarkably
intelligent animal.

I'm not surprised his owner
was so sad to leave him.

Well, at least he knew he were going
to a good home.

Hard enough for a lad
going off to fight

without worrying about his dog.
Mm.

To all our boys.
May we see them soon.

Here, here.

Our boys.
Our boys.

As you're aware, Herr Hitler
is now sprawled over Europe.

France is out,
Italy is against us,

and with our port cities under
increasingly heavy bombardment,

we need to hit back... hard.

In light of this,
the decision has been made

to expedite
all flight training schedules,

which means that the first
long-distance run to Scotland

will take place tonight.

Now, I know that most of you
have just finished a day's flying,

but I'm afraid it can't be helped.

Very soon,
you'll be flying active missions,

and you need to be ready.

So the following aircrew
will report at 2100 hours.

Herriot.
Sir.

Hibbert.
Sir.

Banerjee.
Sir.

Fielding.
Sir.

Murphy.
Sir.

Good luck.

Right. It's time for us to turn in,
I think.

All right, love.

I'll call in on Dot in the morning.
See how she's doing.

That's a good idea. I wish I had
some biscuits to send with you.

Perhaps I could find her
a nice magazine.

Mm.
Oh, blast.

Something wrong? Oh.

They've called
an extraordinary meeting

of the
North Riding Veterinary Society.

Some nonsense
about members' voting rights.

And it's at 9am tomorrow morning,
attendance mandatory.

Oh. Dear.

Well, that's what happens
when you let the post pile up.

Good night. Sleep well.

It means I shall have to cancel
yet another clinic,

which means more complaints,
but what do they expect?

I'm down from three vets to two.
Or rather, one and a half.

One and three-quarters, surely?

We're stretched to our limit
just covering the farms.

And then there's the emergencies.

Despite my best efforts,
I can't be in two places at once.

There is another option.

Yes, good boy.

Hello.

You sleep well, little man.

Have you seen Banerjee?
I haven't, skip.

Everything all right?
Yes. Just checking my calculations.

Look,
I know this isn't what we expected.

But you're a fine navigator,
Banerjee.

In theory, perhaps,
but in practice...

under pressure...

I've never plotted a course
of this length,

and it's over 400 miles, James.

I'm worried I will let you down.

Come on.

What you need is some fresh air.
Come on.

You know, you and I
have a lot in common, Banerjee.

We do?
We both like to feel prepared.

And I'm guessing
we both tend to worry too much.

I think sometimes,
perhaps we have a reason to.

You might be right.
The trouble is it doesn't help.

When I started out
as a veterinary surgeon,

I was so nervous.

I read everything I could find
about bovine and equine anatomy.

I was as prepared
as I could possibly be.

But even so, the first time
I attended a call on my own,

seeing an animal
in pain and distress,

knowing a farmer's livelihood
depended on my knowing what to do...

..I couldn't be more terrified.

But, you know, it's a funny thing,

when you have no choice
but to focus on the job in hand,

there's a kind of clarity.

Suddenly, everything you've learned,
all the knowledge,

all the skills you've acquired,
they just take over.

And so, was the animal saved?

She was,
and I delivered my very first calf.

It was quite a night.

It's only natural to feel daunted,
but you couldn't be more prepared.

I know you can do this.

Good lad.

All right, come on,

or everybody's going to think
we've both gone AWOL.

It's an enormous responsibility.
I realise that.

Normally, I wouldn't allow it.

Not until
you'd completed your training.

I can do it, Mr Farnon.
I won't let you down.

Well, you'd better not.

Now, obviously,
your skills are still a bit limited,

so anything you can't deal with,
just make a note,

and I'll look at it on my return.

Perhaps a check list
would be helpful?

Some sort of triage assessment form?

Yes. Yes, I suppose... something
along those lines could work.

Excellent, excellent.
Leave it with me.

Well, he's certainly keen.

You all right there, skipper?
Looking a bit red in the face.

I'm just overheating
in all this gear.

Aye, well,
you'll be glad of it later.

We all set?
Aye, skip.

Training mission or not, you need
to treat tonight as the real thing.

You run into enemy aircraft,
they won't make allowances.

And there's heavy cloud cover
forecast further north.

So, navigator,
you need to keep on your toes.

Yes, Sir.
All right, men.

Good luck.

Not much of a morale booster, is he?

You sure you're all right?
I'm fine.

I think I just caught
that damn cold that's going round.

Ready, Banerjee?
Ready. Good man.

Skipper! We need a medical officer!

Please! Skipper!

Sorry, I don't understand.
I thought it was just the flu.

Well, that was my first assumption.

But I ran some tests
to rule out other possibilities,

and they came back
with something rather unexpected.

I see from your file
that you're a veterinary surgeon.

That's right.

Then I'm sure you're familiar
with brucellosis.

Oh, yes?

And have you, to your knowledge,

been exposed to any cases
in the last couple of years?

Yes.
I treated a herd with it last year.

But you didn't have any symptoms
at the time?

No. No, none.

My wife, she was pregnant,
so we were worried about her, but...

Well, she was fine in the end.

There was no reason
to think I caught it.

Well, unfortunately,
it appears you had. Right.

Pain medication and bed rest
will treat the symptoms

in the short-term,

but I'm afraid
the fever may be recurring,

and there's a possibility
of delirium.

The bouts will become milder
and further apart with time, though.

And don't worry, there's no risk
of anyone catching it from you.

No, I know.
That's one good thing, at least.

Anyway, you should feel
back to normal in a day or so.

When can I get back to active duty?

Well, that's really a question
for your commanding officer.

It's just we were about
to do a run to Scotland,

and my crew had to be stood down.

Well, there's not much you can do
about that right now.

If I were you,
I'd just enjoy the rest.

Oh, well,
it's a lot of fuss over nothing.

Hysterectomy isn't nothing.

Aye. Doctor said it were better
to be safe than sorry.

Hey. Well, I'm just glad
you're on the mend.

Well, they said I've got to rest
for another three weeks,

but I can get about a bit
if I go slow.

Are you in much pain?

Not any more.
They've given me some lovely stuff.

I take it at bedtime,
and I just float off to sleep.

Oh. Very nice.

And I've got little Frisk here
to keep me company.

I'll tell you,
I thought after all these years

I'd be used to being on my own.

But if it weren't for little Frisk,

I'd have gone stark-staring mad
these past few weeks.

Did you say something
about putting kettle on?

Ooh.

Well, these all look very good.

And you didn't run
into any problems while I was gone?

No. As I said, the only tricky case
was the budgerigar.

With the ulcerated leg.
Well, that's fair enough.

We can drop in on Mr Bendix
sometime this afternoon.

But, no,
for your first time flying solo,

I think you've done very well.

In fact, I'm minded to dispense
with the hand-holding from now on.

You are?

Well, these triage forms of yours
could work rather well.

You do the preliminary assessment.
I take the more complex cases first.

We'd see twice the patients
in half the time.

Well, it would certainly
speed things up.

Here he is.
I was wondering where you'd got to.

Here we go.

Now, then. Have you had
a good morning, young Jimmy?

He has. So have I.
Thanks for asking

Dot's put you to work, has she?
Oh, I did offer.

What have I got here?

Quite a good noise, isn't it?

I'll get it.
Thanks, love.

- Darrowby 2297.
- 'Good afternoon.

'I'm calling from RAF Abingdon.
I've a call for Mrs James Herriot.'

This is Mrs Herriot.
'Hold the line, please.'

'Helen, are you there?'

Oh, God.
James, I thought for a minute...

I know, I'm so sorry.

The nurse
had to place the call for me.

What nurse? James, what's going on?

It's fine. I'm fine. I just had
a bit of a fever and a headache.

But you're all right now?
'I'm feeling much better.'

Do you know what it is?

'Yes.'

The thing is,
they did some blood tests. 'Right?'

And, um...
It turns out I've got brucellosis.

Brucellosis?

Oh, James, no.
It's not the end of the world.

You must've caught it
from the Crabtree's herd.

I was so busy fussing over myself.
I should have thought.

We should have done them tests
on you too.

Oh, James, I'm so sorry.
'You've nothing to be sorry for.'

And, like I said, I'm fine.

They gave me something
for the headache, and...

it's not like I'm infectious.

I should be back
in the barracks tomorrow.

But it'll come back, won't it?

I remember it could take months
to get rid of it.

'Oh, I don't know.'

For now, it just means
I get a couple of days off.

Right.

Well, that's something.

Herriot.
Sir?

Look, I've been discussing
your condition

with the Wing Commander. Um...

Well, to cut to the chase,
he doesn't think you're fit to fly.

Well, no, not...
not at the moment, but...

Not at all, I'm afraid.
What?

That's ridiculous. Brucellosis
isn't a permanent condition.

I mean,
it isn't permanently debilitating.

Well. That's true.
So, did you explain that to him?

I did, but the fact is you can
no longer be classed as 100% fit.

But as Wing Commander Whiteley
pointed out,

a pilot has to be classed
as Grade One.

So... it would seem
your flying days are over.

But if I can't fly,
what am I supposed to do?

Well, normally,
when an airman's grounded,

he would usually serve
as ground crew.

Ground crew?

But that's not my decision to make.

I'm sorry, Herriot.

I don't know, Professor.

The lengths people go to
to avoid an honest day's work, eh?

And the old bastard
didn't even tell you himself.

Apparently,
it wasn't worth his time.

Have they told you
who's replacing me?

It seems we've been assigned

Atkinson for the run
to Scotland tonight.

It'll be fine.
He only crashed twice in training.

I reckon he's got it
out of his system by now.

I'm so sorry, lads.
Don't be daft, skipper.

It's not your fault.

Sir, if you could spare a moment.

I know you've spoken
with the medical officer,

but I'd like to ask you
to reconsider.

Whatever the rules,
I'm still a first-rate pilot.

That's not the point, Herriot.
I think it should be.

I beg your pardon?
I'm sorry, Sir.

I'm simply asking
that I be considered fit for duty.

If you'd passed out
half an hour later,

I'd have lost five airmen,
not just one.

But Sir... There's a work detail
in the morning. Digging ditches.

If you're fit, join it.

Mrs Tilbury?

Excellent.
Now, we're testing a new system.

Did my colleague give you a form?

Oh, wonderful.
That should speed things up.

After you, Beatrix.
Come on.

Yes, of course.
Thank you, Mr Carmody.

If you'd like to take a seat.
I'll be with you shortly.

I'm not stopping.

I'm sorry?
I'd like you to take this.

My cat, Frisk. He died in the night.
Oh.

I'm very sorry to hear that.

Found him this morning.

Just lying there under the sofa,
poor little thing.

I see.

I would bury him myself,
but I've just had an operation, see?

So I was hoping Mr Farnon
might take care of him.

Right. Yes. Of course.
Um... Leave it with me.

Thank you.

Oh, Mrs Hall.
Everything all right, Mr Carmody?

I've been given a dead cat.
Oh. That's nice.

What should I...?

Well, Mr Farnon usually
calls Mallocks, the abattoir.

He'll pick up
when they're next passing.

Right. But for now? Well, just...
put it out of the way somewhere.

Jolly good.

Would you like me
to let Mr Farnon know?

Oh, no, no. That's quite all right.
I shall inform him. Thank you.

Frisk.

Terminal.

Call Mallocks.

Oh, good morning.
Good morning.

- Let's put you here, Tricki.
- No, no, no.

This in't right.
These shouldn't be here.

Er, excuse me.
Mm?

I had a separate pile of masks
that had been damaged in transit.

And now look. I'll have
to sort them out all over again.

Unfortunately, my ladies
required the additional tables.

Well, that's all very well,
but the WI and the AARP

agreed to share the space.

We did. We did. Um...

Might I suggest that you place
your supplies on this far corner?

Use the fireplace if necessary,

and then I shall instruct everyone
that from now on,

that entire area is off-limits.

Yes, I suppose
that would be acceptable.

Good.
I'll find a way to make it work.

I'm so glad

Oh, that's an excellent haul.
You must've been knitting non-stop.

Oh, it's the least I can do.
Mm.

Brings back memories of last time,
doesn't it?

I keep expecting
to see Kitchener pointing at me.

That really did make one
want to leap into action.

It was certainly effective.

Some of them were a bit misleading,
though.

Like the one for the Wrens
that said, "Never at Sea."

Turned out
that wasn't strictly accurate.

Oh, you were a Wren?
I was.

Mm.
Wanted to do my bit.

Yes. One does feel
rather superfluous this time around.

Tricki and I have been asked
to vacate Pumphrey Manor.

I'm sorry?

It's being requisitioned by the army
as a convalescent hospital.

Can they do that?
Just... take it from you?

Well, in point of fact, I had
already written to the War Ministry

offering the use of the house,
but... simply hadn't anticipated

that I wouldn't be allowed
to live there any more.

When are they coming?

They're moving their beds
and equipment in even as we speak.

Poor boys.

At least they'll have a pleasant
place in which to recuperate.

But where will you live?

Oh, we'll be perfectly happy
in the little cottage.

Oh.
At least, I shall be.

I do worry about Tricki.

I'm afraid he's going
to find it terribly poky.

But then, as you say,
we all need to do our bit,

don't we, darling? Even you. Yes.

Right. Mr Parker,
if you'd like to take Remus

into the examination room while I...

Does anyone know
where Mrs Morton went?

Right, Mr Parker,
what seems to be the trouble?

Who does this belong to?

Terminal?

What were you thinking?

You can't go packing healthy animals
off to be slaughtered.

I didn't. Well, what's this?
"Terminal - Call Mallocks."

Mrs Hall said
that was the usual procedure.

Why on Earth would you destroy
a perfectly good cat

over a mild case of mange?
It's the only ailment I can detect.

I very much doubt
that's what killed him.

What are you talking about?
What are YOU talking about?

The cat was dead when it arrived.
It wasn't.

It most certainly was.
Oh, for the love of...

I was reliably informed
that the animal was deceased.

Is this the cat
you're arguing about?

Yes.
No.

That is Mrs Morton's Tibbles.

The cat in question, as clearly
marked on the form, is called Frisk.

You mean Dot Fawcett's cat?

Well, if that's her name.
So where's this Frisk now, then?

I don't understand.

So, now you've managed
to lose a dead cat?

That's assuming it was actually
dead. I take it you examined it.

Well, I took a quick peek.

A "quick peek"?

But why did they think it was dead?

I have no idea.

Audrey.

Which one of you's been smoking
in my barn again?

I've told you before, you don't
use bloody matches near hay.

You'll have the whole place
up in flames.

And don't dump that earth
in the middle of the yard.

It goes up by the vegetable garden.

I swear, I'd be better off
digging the damn thing myself.

What? Think you're too good
for this, do you?

No, not at all. Just because
they gave you a uniform,

you've done a bit of marching?

I'm actually a trained pilot.
Yeah? Well, you're here now.

What's happened, Sir?

The training mission last night came
under fire from the Luftwaffe.

What?

They were halfway back when three
German planes came out of nowhere.

It's likely they were returning
from the raid on Newcastle.

Our boys were shot down
over the North Sea.

Pilot didn't stand a chance.

Atkinson's dead?

Were there any survivors?

They pulled Banerjee
out of the wreckage,

but it sounds like
he's in a bad way.

And Hibbert?

It appears he died on impact.

I'm sorry.

I know they were your crew.

Will they be bringing him back?
Banerjee.

Out of the question, I'm afraid.

Do you think he'll make it?

I'm sure they'll do what they can.

What the hell
do you think you're doing?

Banerjee and Hibbert were my crew.

Now Herbert's dead,
and Banerjee may not make it.

Have you lost your mind?

They were shot down because
you sent them up with a pilot

who had no idea what he was doing.

I begged you to let me fly
with them.

If you'd listened,
If I'd been there...

You really think
you could have done better?

You're certain you could have
brought them home?

I don't know,
but I would have tried.

Every time I send a man up,
I know the odds.

I do my best to improve them.

But I don't always have
the luxury of choice.

They've got you digging ditches?
'I know.'

But you're a vet.

'It's a reserved occupation.'

They're not gonna let you fly.

I'm still an airman.

Yes, I know,
but you were supposed to be a pilot.

If they're not gonna let you
do that any more,

well, can't they just send you home?

It's not that simple.
'I don't see why.'

Well, because I have a duty,
all right?

I owe it to these men.

All right.

So I can't just walk away. Not now.

James, is there something
you're not telling me?

Look, I should go.

Kiss Jimmy for me, will you?
Sleep well.

You too.

Helen?

Everything all right?

It's Dot's spring greens.

Must have been a frost overnight.

I thought it'd be safe to put them
in cos it's been so mild, but...

I shouldn't have risked it.

Why don't you stop a minute?

I brought us some tea.

I'm sorry.
Is one of your heifers calving?

That's right.
Well, she sounds rather distressed.

And you're an expert on cows,
are you? As well as being a pilot.

Just get on
with what you're here to do.

My God, she's gonna break
my arm before she's done.

Can I help?

If she's not progressing,
the calf's probably laid wrong.

Yeah, well, I know that.
The bloody legs are stuck under.

We've been trying for an hour
to pull them out.

Oh, let me have a look.

For God's sake, man, I'm a vet.
This is what I do.

You won't have any more luck.
Do you have any binder twine?

I have yards of it,
but I don't see how that...

Fetch me a length,
and I'll show you.

Bert, fetch some twine.

So, you need to find the foot
and slip this loop over the fetlock.

Easy.

Easy, girl.

Right.

There we go.

Now, you take this and pull steadily
when I tell you.

All right.

I'm pushing on the hock,
so now you pull.

Be careful. Don't jerk.

Well, I'll be damned.

Another one.

Easy. Easy, girl.

Here we are. All right.

Ready? Now pull.

Look at that.

Great.

Grab a leg, and we'll have him out
in a couple of ticks.

Here we go.

OK.

Well done, that man.
You are a bleedin' expert after all.

And you're a handsome
little fella, aren't you?

Good man.

So, I signed up because I wanted
to serve in the best way I could.

And the men here,
the men I trained with,

men who've relied on me,
I'd never want to let them down.

It's very laudable.
But...

..if I really am no longer
of use here...

Perhaps you might be
of more use elsewhere?

Your discharge papers.

Sir?
You're a trained vet, Herriot.

As I understand it, a very good one.

There aren't too many of you
around right now.

I was waiting for you
to make your mind up.

Good boy. Good boy.

Mr Bosworth, might I have a word?

Of course, Mrs Hall. Though if
it's Women's Institute business,

you should really speak
to Mrs Pumphrey.

Well, it's not.

I wish to volunteer
to be a blackout warden.

Oh. Er, oh, no, I'm sorry.
Erm... that's out of the question.

I beg your pardon?

Well, you can't possibly.

We can only accept male volunteers.

Why's that?

I can hardly send out
unaccompanied females into the dark

in the middle of the night.
Simple common sense.

I see.

Erm, did that man just turn down
your offer of assistance?

He did.

Well, the Wrens I knew
didn't take no for an answer.

No. No, they didn't.

Mr Bosworth, I'll have you know

I were a female when I joined
the Wrens in the last war.

And when I learned to fire a rifle
and operate a wireless telegraph.

I suppose you would be, yes...
And I were most certainly a female

when I were on the crew
of a harbour launch

assigned to mine-spotting duties,

many of which,
as I recall, took place at night.

I see. But the thing...

So I feel fairly confident
I can manage to ride a bicycle

around Darrowby and tell people
to close their curtains, don't you?

It would be most irregular.

Oh, come now, Mr Bosworth,

you can't deny she's better
qualified than any other volunteer.

And a commanding officer
needs troops he can rely on,

as I'm sure you remember
from your own time in the services.

Er, well, I... erm, yes.

Erm, I'm sure I can,
erm, make some accommodation.

I'll fetch my rota.

Attagirl.

Dot, whatever are you doing?

Well, it's Frisk. He's under here,
and he's not moving.

It's just like before.
Right, let me see.

Oh. He's gone. I know he has.

He hasn't. Not yet.

I can feel a heartbeat.

It's faint, but it's there.

Right, you wait here.
I'll take you straight to Siegfried.

Well, I'm coming with you.

No, Dot, you can't.
You're meant to be resting.

If you're taking my Frisk,
I'm coming with you.

I'm not letting him out of my sight.

I'm getting something.
Have a listen.

Come on, man, he's your patient.

Yes, yes, it's definitely there.

Still faint, but I think
it's getting stronger.

Look there. He's breathing.

But he weren't before.
I'm sure of it.

It was just like last time.

Most peculiar. It's almost as if
he were under anaesthesia.

I mean, one minute, he's happy
as Larry licking my saucer,

next minute, he's out like a light.

He's licking your saucer?

That's right.

Mrs Fawcett, you mentioned before
that you've had an operation.

That's right.

And have you been prescribed
any medicine by any chance?

They gave me something for the pain.

I take it last thing at night
with my cup of tea.

Something quite strong,
weren't it, Dot?

Well, doctor said it were
"morpherine".

Morphine?

And after you take it,
what do you do with the spoon?

The spoon?

I put it on my saucer.

Then I think
we may have solved our mystery.

What dulls the pain in a human
will put a cat out for hours.

No.
I'm afraid so.

It seems Frisk here is in something
of a narcotic haze.

From my medicine?

Oh, not to worry. There'll be
no long-term ill effects.

But make sure to put the spoon
in the sink from now on.

Would you credit it?

Seems you weren't
the only one floating away.

The little devil.

Well done, Mr Carmody.

Look at him. Frisk.

You're OK, my boy.

Excuse me. Is this Darrowby?

Aye.

Aye, it is.

Hello.

Who might you be?

Oh, you're a friendly chap,
aren't you?

Hello there, little man.

Not so little any more.

All right, I'm coming.

James.

I don't... What are you?

I've come home.

Oh!

Ellen, do you need help
with these?

Oh.

I don't believe it.

Mrs Hall,
do we have any clean towels?

Good lord.

Hello, there.

So then Dot says morphine.

No. Not seriously.
Yes.

Turns out Frisk's
quite the drug fiend.

Wait. This is the same cat
you nearly had cremated?

Er, well, yes, but...

Oh, it were an honest mistake.

Talking of mistakes,
you must have heard the story

of James's great cat mix up.

I don't believe I have.

Well, he'd only been here a day,

and he rolled home
absolutely pie-eyed.

Actually, Siegfried,
would you excuse me and James?

Oh. Oh, right.

I'll carry Jimmy up.

Come on, lad.

Well, Mrs Hall,
it's a little early.

I think a celebratory
postprandial...

Oh, good God. What's all this?

I decided I wanted to do
a bit more for the war effort.

I see.

So I've signed up to be a warden.

It's only part time,

one or two nights a week
to begin with,

and I'll make sure dinner's ready
before I leave.

Don't worry about any of that.

I think it's marvellous.

You do?
Absolutely.

Good for you, Mrs Hall.
And I quite agree.

We must all try to play our part.

Right.

Well, good.

And I don't look too daft?
Not in the least. You look...

..very smart.

Right.

Best be off.
Good luck.

I left Helen to put him down.

She said
I was getting him too excited.

Must have been thrilling
to take to the air.

There's nothing like it.

What a skill to have. What nerve!

I trust that things were smooth
for the most part -

well, training and such.

Well, for the most part, aye.

Well, we can discuss
the finer points

when Helen isn't missing you
upstairs.

Thank you for looking after her.

She coped admirably.

And for all you've done
for Jimmy, too.

Mrs Hall and I spoilt him rotten.

Ruined him entirely, I'm afraid.
Sorry about that.

Good night, Siegfried.

Good night.

Sorry, waylaid by Siegfried.

Are you a dream?

No. Definitely not.

Feels like it, though, doesn't it?

Come to bed.