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Morning, Mr Endleby.

How you do you do? Morning.

Good morning. These are for you.

Good morning.

Morning.

Come on, we're gonna be late.

I'll get it.

Morning. Parcel for you, Mr Carmody.

Thank you so much. Bye.

Well, well, Hamish, what have we got here?

Bet you can smell it, can't you?

What is this, then? Yeesh, it's porridge!

That's nice. Can you guess what this is?

A-ha! Droppings!

In the post?

Ah, it's our new preventative measures.

Modern, isn't it?

Yes, Carmody thought of it.

We test for conditions before animals develop symptoms.

Notice anything?

Oi!

Well, the size of pellets... pygmy goat?

On the Grantley Estate. It's quite the menagerie up there.

Might quickly pop these under the microscope.

Oh, I'll join you.

Oh, Mr Farnon, I were about to serve breakfast.

Oh, this won't take a moment.

Oh, I'll have his.

Ugh. Bloomin' cold.

Hmm... Bad news, is it?

Worms? Plenty of eggs in here.

Roundworm, I'd say.

Hmm. We're low on piperazine.

New stock arrived yesterday. Ah.

Yes, the infestation is advanced.

We'd better get up to the Grantley place pronto,

before it gets out of hand.

Thankfully, we're onto it before they've exhibited symptoms.

Yes, bravo! On t'table!

We can see if that new worming gun delivers as expected.

Let's hope!

Morning! Morning.

Blimey, James, you look the worse for wear.

Enjoy your lie-in? Tristan took me drinking last night.

In Ilkley.

Oh, that den of iniquity. Feeling wretched, are we? Aye.

Aw, did you have a fun night at the pub?

You poor, poor man

Need to mend this. Today. Absolutely, I'll see to it.

But first... ..sustenance.

Sustenance!

First, this, I reckon.

Mrs H, you're a godsend.

I'm down for morning surgery, aren't I?

Oh, don't fret. Enjoy your breakfast.

You have... nine minutes. JAMES GROANS

Legendary night, old chap. Set the bar high.

Can we beat it tonight? Goddammit, we'll try.

Tonight? Yeah, drinks with the Otley cricket eleven.

Hoping they'll let me play a game.

I'm not hearing hesitation there, am I, co-pilot?

This is vital work for the war effort.

I expect my brain will be re-assembled by this evening. Good.

Didn't you have a lecture to prepare? Mm.

A lecture? In Doncaster tomorrow.

Getting the recruits ready for the North African front.

Just adding some final touches today.

What's it on? Mule hydration in desert conditions.

Sounds a bit dry!

Thanks, I think you've just given me my first line.

I thought you were finishing it off.

Oh, don't worry. It's all up here.

Just a case of letting it flow out onto the page.

You're popular this morning, Mr Carmody.

Don't keep us in suspense.

What type of poo did you get this time?

Mm. Looks official.

Royal Veterinary College.

B-But that's your exam results. Chop, chop, man, open it!

And?

Says here I got a distinction.

Oh, Richard! Oh!

Bravo!

Apparently, the outstanding distinction in the year.

Well done, old chap! Well done, Mr Carmody.

That's incredible.

I never thought I'd see the day someone bested ME at exams.

That is tremendous news! Might I see?

Thank you. I think I need to take a moment.

The second he's centre of attention, the boy runs a mile.

Wonder what his plans are now. He's qualified.

If we're keeping him here, we'll have to formally offer him a job.

Well, we couldn't do any better. I take it you've no objection?

Aye, he just about passes muster.

It's a pleasure working alongside him.

Finally, a scientific brain and veterinary intelligence

that matches my own.

Oh, don't mind me, Siegfried.

Don't mind me.

Door!

Door!

Bye, Jimmy.

- Mr Carmody, isn't it? - Mm.

You fixed up Candy, didn't you? Jenny's horse.

Yes.. I...

Richard.

Yes. The horse.

Candy is a horse.

Lovely morning.

I like the sun, erm... and the blue, blue sky.

Important factors that make up the lovely morning,

you're not wrong there.

Please, erm, Mr Herriot will see you in a moment.

Take a seat, Doris, be with you shortly.

Goodness.

What are you doing?

That land girl, her name escapes me. I'm surprised you'd forget.

Such a beautiful, musical name.

Doris. Quite.

When she's near, I exhibit certain symptoms.

My heart rate goes up. My pupils dilate.

Mr Farnon, my diagnosis

is that I'm developing romantic feelings for Doris.

That would also be my diagnosis.

It may surprise you to know,

but I haven't had a great deal of experience in this area.

That is surprising. So I badly need some advice.

Lucky Tristan's on hand. You could always ask me.

I happen to be an expert in affairs of the heart.

Really?

It's just, I've been here 18 months,

I don't think I've once seen you with a woman.

Well, only because there's a war on.

Richard, you can trust me on this one, I know what I'm talking about.

Very kind offer.

And if Tristan omits anything, I'll be sure to pick up with you.

Magnificent animal.

Gah, what have you been feeding him? David's not even my biggest.

Got yourself a Goliath, have you?

Happen I have!

Our new rat catchers.

Danby's got me training eight of them now.

Looks like they enjoy the taste of fingers.

Haven't got the measure of them yet. Mm.

Is it bad?

I reckon he must have snagged himself

on a piece of wire or summat.

It were your first ratting, weren't it, David?

It's fairly deep, unfortunately.

Is he healthy otherwise? Seems to be.

I'll remove any dirt and debris, then we'll operate.

Operate? Is he gonna be all right?

Oh, yes, it's a simple enough procedure.

Though, I will have to sedate him.

I'll do it after morning surgery.

But... Mr Danby expects me back. You're to leave him here.

Pick him up later in the afternoon?

Right you are.

Oh!

Yes! You got it. Oh, Doris.

Mrs Herriot. Hello there, you.

Ooh, what happened to you? Oh, one of my new ferrets.

He's in for an operation. Oh, James'll see him right.

Well, Mr Danby doesn't like to be kept waiting. Ta-ta!

Our Jenny mentioned you were having a few snags with Danby.

Oh... no. No, he...

Well... he's not the easiest.

Shall we fix this up? Have a brew while we're at it.

Thanks, Mrs Herriot. It's Helen.

Hm.

What? Helps me think.

All right.

I'm curious about something. Please.

I was under the impression that receiving

the outstanding distinction in your year

put one in line for the Warners Prize.

Oh? Yes...

..a research programme at Imperial London.

So, has that been discontinued?

Actually... it's not discontinued.

They offered it to me.

You got it? But that's splendid!

What an incredible honour!

But that must've been in your letter,

why on Earth would you keep it under your hat?

Because...

..much as I'd love to spend my time researching,

I can't possibly accept.

Why not?

I've heard soldiers' stories first-hand.

I'm not fighting. At least I should be serving.

Vets are vital to the war effort.

Me off having a jolly in a lab while everyone else is suffering?

No, I'd feel like some kind of libertine. Well...

In fact, now I'm qualified, I rather hoped I might stay on at Skeldale.

You're saying you're turning down the Warners to stay here?

Of course, when the war's won, you may wish for a new veterinary team,

that's understood.

Richard, you're in.

There's nothing I'd like more.

I'm in here!

Miss Grantley. Mr Carmody.

How are those goats of yours faring?

Well, they're... they're in fine spirits, I'd say.

I was surprised by your call. What's so urgent?

Roundworm. Oh.

Don't worry - thanks to our new postal pellet system,

we were onto it before your herd suffer any consequences.

Oh, that's marvellous. Thank you. No, thank you.

Believe it or not, you're the only client who agreed to post me faeces.

This is Mr Farnon.

Catherine Grantley. Siegfried Farnon.

How do you do?

I was up here before for your brother's beagles.

He mentioned you lived abroad. Persia.

The war took him to London,

so I'm taking care of the estate while he's gone.

Right, follow me.

Biyayid, biyayid! Yalla, yalla!

I thought it was the brother who was looking after the estate.

Why didn't you tell me it was the sister who was running things?

Brother, sister, what difference does it make?

Well, it's just highly unprofessional

not to give me the full information.

Is it?

He just can't see past the fact I'm a girl who grew up in the big city.

Sounds like Danby, all right.

The old man's set in his ways.

You mustn't take it to heart. I'm not scared of farm work,

but when I ask Mr Danby for advice, the man just grunts.

I'm forever sprinting to Heston to ask Jenny.

Luckily, I know how to interpret the Danby grunts.

Turns out there's only three kinds.

There's one like this...

That means, "Stop, stop, you're doing it wrong."

"Work faster, will you?"

Number three...

"Carry on while I have an afternoon nap."

Sometimes, till dinner time.

Well, I know you don't mind a bit of graft.

I do not.

You know, there's plenty folk,

you throw 'em in at the deep end like that, they'd just drown.

Still, it wouldn't hurt Danby to give Doris clear instructions.

Oh...

And that means, "I need my nappy changing."

Oh!

Watch where you're going!

Mrs Hall, we have a situation.

A situation?

Summat dropped on Mr Hampson's top field last night.

An unidentified object.

Sorry, do you mean a bomb? Shh!

Someone hears us, panic will spread through Darrowby like wildfire.

Careless talk costs lives. But if it's a...

Shouldn't we call in the Home Guard?

No, that's just it.

Protocol demands that we wardens make the initial assessment.

In fact, I was halfway there when I remembered -

section 15, rule 5B of the handbook,

"Two wardens must be present to confirm any sighting."

I'll grab my coat.

Mrs Hall, think, think, think. It's official business.

A uniform is mandatory.

Shouldn't we just get there as fast as possible?

Why don't I grab my helmet?

Well, then, I... suppose I'll change.

Yes. I'll be outside.

Luckily, I managed to commandeer a vehicle.

'Ey up, Mr Bosworth.

Doris from up Mr Danby's. You wanted me to paint all his cows.

It stuck in my memory, for some reason.

Ah, yes, I remember.

And where's that lovely dog of yours today?

I'm afraid dear Bingo has departed this world. Oh!

Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Mrs Hall, I'll be outside.

Bless him. Poor man took it hard.

Though he did drive us half-mad that day,

acting like a bit of paint on cows

was gonna make Mr Hitler turn his tanks round.

Oh, well. See, silver linings -

all your employer does is grunt.

Small mercies.

There you are, all done.

Looks like you chaps are making progress.

Indeed we are, and our new worming gun is working a treat.

Oh, er...

You know, I'm intrigued, why Persia?

Miss Grantley's an archaeologist.

Yes, I lived there for, well, over 20 years or more.

But unfortunately, Iran's Shah is rather taken

with our Nazi opponents, so I had to stop digging.

Yeah. The war demands sacrifices from us all.

Yes... Yes, it does.

Well, that about does it.

Only the two little ones under the tree.

Aw, these are my favourites.

They're brothers, you know.

Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjostr. Oh, I'm honoured.

The goats who pull Thor's chariots, no less.

You know your Norse mythology.

A little.

Habibi.

They're hyper-sensitive.

Oh, oh. Skin crawling, is it?

Magnesium deficiency? They're being supplemented.

These two have been itching something rotten.

I've heard horror stories about roundworm.

Well, that's just it. Roundworm wouldn't make them itch.

Aw.

So, we have a co-morbidity.

Two illnesses presenting at the same time.

It's something of a mystery.

Lice? A mystery?

Don't worry, we're not talking the lost treasure of Darius.

We'll soon have an answer for you.

Khodafez, habibi.

What?

That's it. Lice?

No, you.

Your pupils are dilated.

You were blushing, mirroring her actions.

You're attracted to Miss Grantley. Oh, for God's sake!

The symptoms never lie.

Yes, and that's why you were annoyed

I didn't mention that the owner was female.

You wished to prime your feathers in readiness.

Don't be absurd. Give me that.

All right, lad, here we go.

Here we go. There you are. There you are, lad.

And it's Hedley Verity.

Hedley Verity from the Kirkstall Lane End!

Tristan. What the...?!

I thought you might want a little interruption.

No, I would not. Now I've lost the blasted ferret. Oh.

Shut the door, will you? He'll end up hunting Vonolel.

Bloody hell, James. Why didn't you keep a firm hold of it, man?

I'm busy! Perfectly understand.

Ah! That's it, lad. That's it, that's it.

There we are. There we go, lad.

James!

I've set the stumps up for when you are finished.

Oh, goodness me.

I specifically warned Mr Hampson not to talk.

Some folk hear there might be a bomb,

they rush to get close.

Mrs Hall, please, not the "B" word. Remember, careless talk costs lives.

Stand well back! It's over there.

Get out!

The Head Warden is here.

The Head Warden is in charge.

I am in charge. I am in charge. Move back.

Move back. Move well back.

Right.

Argh, ruddy...

There.

Do you see it? There's a trail.

Yes, an impact trail.

So we follow it.

Proceed with extreme caution, Mrs Hall.

Mr Bosworth, say we do find a bomb...

In the event of a positive assessment,

we phone from Hampson's

and report to the District Report Centre.

Stay alert, Mrs Hall.

Proceed with caution.

Whoa!

Bloody hell.

Mrs Hall, we only need to identify it.

That's not a bomb.

That's a flight crate.

No, don't.

Don't. It... It might be munitions.

We don't know what's inside.

Well, we do actually.

Tinned potatoes.

Powdered eggs, flour,

toothbrushes, paste, soap.

So someone could've landed here.

Nazi spies.

Well, do Nazis use Pears soap?

And Gibbs SR Toothpaste?

No. No, this will have come from one of our planes.

We'll probably find they've had a call

about another one further down the road.

Mr Herriot says it's common.

When fuel runs low, they dump the excess weight.

Mm, it's one possibility amongst many.

And since, Mrs Hall,

you are not yourself an expert on spies or bombs...

Shh! Careless talk...

I would simply advise that you resist jumping to conclusions.

You may be risking innocent lives!

SHE SIGHS

So, it's not lice.

Where do we go from here?

A damned puzzle is what it is.

Why aren't they with the others?

Come on, they've been under that tree the whole time we've been here.

Golly, you've figured it out, haven't you?

Well, it's a lovely sunny day -

suggests some reaction to the hot weather.

Heat stress? Then why the itching?

Or light.

Oh, I know where you're going with this. Wait.

St John's Wort.

I think the brothers have been munching on it.

And now they don't want to go out into the sun.

It's made them photosensitive. They don't want to get sunburned.

Splendid. Well done, Mr Farnon.

Ah, tush. You'd have put it together before long.

Good news? I was about to offer you some coffee.

Mr Farnon's just solved it. Oh?

He's such an accomplished vet.

All in all, he's clever, dependable, the kindest of men.

And not currently in a pair-bond.

Come on, come on.

Listen, Carmody.

That was bloody embarrassing. What the hell were you thinking?

But you like her, so why wouldn't I help?

A "pair-bond"?

Humans are like swans and foxes. They generally thrive in pair-bonds.

Carmody, this is far from your area of expertise. Very far.

There's a...

a pace at which these things are done, a subtlety.

Sorry.

It's just looked like you might be succumbing to fight or flight.

Raised anxiety because you're overwhelmed

by your attraction to her. I know what it means.

Richard, I am perfectly capable with women.

Perfectly capable.

Oh...

Just get these two inside, out of the sunlight.

Coffee's ready for you both.

- Thank you, Miss Grantley. - Thank you, Miss Grantley.

..this blasted thing hate me so much?

Oh, dear. Bye-bye.

Bye-bye, little man.

Bye-bye. Hold on, where are you going?

I promised I'd pull up Dot Fawcett's radishes.

Good luck.

Ah, there he is, my errant batsman.

Mind if I borrow him for 30 minutes?

I want to see if he can spot my googly.

Try me at the weekend. I tell you what - I'll help.

We finish in double time. Time you save, you bat.

I've got Jimmy for an hour, then I'm back in surgery.

Siegfried's got a better screwdriver than that. Two seconds.

It's not enough that we're back out drinking again tonight?

How on Earth did I end up looking after Tristan

on top of everything else?

The night calls, Jimmy teething,

up all hours... You know it's not that complicated.

You just tell Tris you're staying in.

If he's redeployed, he might not be back forever.

He'll need some happy memories.

Tristan's had enough drunken nights to last a lifetime.

Talk to him.

Cheerio, Helen. Here we are, old boy.

Now, let's show your daddy how it's done, all right?

Pass it here.

No...

In the left. Watch and learn.

I shall make my report

to the District Report Centre from the Hampson's property.

Not a word to these bystanders.

Yeah, they mustn't hear about the tinned potatoes

Head Office may wish to make further identification.

So now you're gonna call out the Home Guard?

To identify a bar of soap?

It's important to dot the Is and cross the Ts, that's all.

You're not still thinking it's enemy spies?

Nobody parachuted off that plane.

We can't say for certain. What's got into you?

Anybody would think you want Darrowby to be in danger.

Come on, now. I've got a busy day.

Well, the quicker I get my report in,

the safer Darrowby will be.

Fine, I will utilise my home telephone.

Absolutely, it will be with you.

I have it right here in my hands, the next draft.

Mm-hm. 3pm.

Friday, I'll be there.

Goodbye. Thank you, Martha.

I'm confused, Mr Carmody.

St John's Wort is a boost to humans, but toxic to goats?

Same compound responsible, actually - hypericin.

One of my absolute favourites.

On contact with light, the hypericin seeks out

the goats' unpigmented cells, under the white hair,

and destroys their walls, causing a severe inflammatory reaction.

I can see why you're so fond of it.

There's rather a lovely passage about it

in Wilkes and Graham, in fact.

Oh, I have a first edition,

up on the top shelf, with my husband's books.

Have a look. Oh.

I will indeed.

So, your husband stayed out East, did he?

Well, you could say that -

he contracted malaria out there, and...

..died. Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I know how devastating...

No, it was... it was so long ago,

and I was so young, I can barely remember him.

So...

This was all before the Great War.

And since then, I've...

lived my life free of men's plans for me.

Ah!

That boy...

He got the top distinction in his year.

Won a prestigious research post in London.

Golly, how smashing.

Though I can't say I'm surprised.

You know, I think I'm putting it together.

Your love for goats -

weren't they first domesticated in Persia?

They were. Do you know when?

I'd say around 10,000 years ago.

Jolly good.

In later Persian civilisations,

goats represented divine order and goodness.

And is that what you're writing about?

No, actually, my book is more of an overview,

based loosely on a series of lectures I teach at Cambridge -

Zarathustra And Ziggurats.

Well, it all sounds fascinating.

Digging for treasure,

forgotten civilisations appearing out of the dust.

Not a normal life.

I sometimes wonder what I missed out on.

You've lived on the other side of the world.

You must have seen so much.

There were forks in the road.

And you never do find out what might have happened going the other way.

No, you don't.

The Persians believed divine will was expressed

through a person's particular talents and interests, and I...

I really can't think of a better way to navigate one's life.

Mr Farnon tells me you're leaving for London.

Congratulations.

Your prize.

Oh, I'm not accepting it.

No?

I'd much rather stay here as a vet, help with the war effort.

Oh.

Oh, right. Of course.

So, Ziggurats And Zarathustra...

Actually, it's the other way round. I'd be fascinated to read it.

Well, I...

I do have a... a draft copy.

It's rather long. Are you quite sure?

It would be a privilege.

Well, you would be under absolutely no obligation whatsoever,

but if you did decide to tackle it,

I would be very interested to know how it lands with a general reader.

You know, I do believe she likes those fine feathers of yours.

Keep it down. Keep it down.

Oh. Well...

I shall treasure it, thank you.

Miss Grantley.

Mr Farnon.

Cheerio, Miss Grantley. Cheerio.

Thank you.

The man who sold them

said ferrets take out rats quicker than strychnine.

I can quite believe it.

These chaps are their natural predators.

Well, thank you, Mr Herriot.

Oh, how long till he's back ratting?

Oh, a week should do it. Right.

You used strychnine before? Aye.

But fat chance of getting your hands on any these past few months.

It's like gold dust.

Mr Farnon said Bingo's symptoms were consistent

with strychnine poisoning.

I'd never leave rat poison lying around.

Just, you said Mr Bosworth were up at Danby's with Bingo?

What did you do with the rats after you poisoned them?

I buried them, like Mr Danby said.

How deep? Danby didn't say.

Doris, when a rat dies from poison, the corpse stays full of it.

You have to bury them deep

or the foxes dig them up and poison themselves.

Right, it's just round this wall here.

Oh, no, I didn't leave it dug up like this.

Hey.

Sorry, I don't think you buried them deep enough.

So it was me.

I murdered Bingo. Well, you weren't to know.

Nobody told you any different, did they?

This is his responsibility - Danby.

Well, I'd better tell Mr Bosworth.

Why don't you let me break it to him first?

I could bloomin' well throttle you.

If you showed one ounce of human kindness,

that dog would still be alive.

Come on, what have you got to say for yourself?

Googly! Yes!

See, told you, didn't I? Went the other way entirely.

You've bamboozled Mr James Herriot,

but could you get it by Mr Len Hutton?

Yes, undoubtedly.

Come on, Jimmy lad, nap time.

Whoa, whoa, James, get back to the crease.

I wouldn't mind bowling again. Sorry, can't.

Tris, I said we'd play, and we've played.

For what? Ten minutes? Twenty, actually.

Look... Er, let me guess.

You're about to pull out of tonight, aren't you?

Tactical rest before the weekend? I understand.

I'll call the Otleys and re-arrange. Can't do the weekend.

Oh. Something up?

All this rabble rousing,

time was, I'd be right at your shoulder.

Helen doesn't mind. No, it's me.

I want to enjoy my time with Jimmy.

And I want my mind clear to do my best work.

You just can't keep up with me, can you?

I can still have fun like the old days.

Just not every night.

And better if you give me some warning.

Sorry, old chap.

Oh, perhaps, I took it a little too far.

I just wanted to make the most of being back.

You're all right, though? Of course.

Come here, old chap.

Yeah, speaking of responsibilities,

finished that lecture of yours, have you?

Oh, what? You think I've been distracting you

with cricket to avoid getting it done?

What about your playpen?

Shouldn't you be getting back to that, hm?

One more over? That's the ticket.

Come on, Jimmy lad.

Watch your father's forward defence, my boy!

Show us your best googly, then.

Googly!

Yes!

I wasn't ready. And again.

He told me he'd made his decision.

I see.

I should have set him straight this morning.

Damn it, I just wasn't prepared for him leaving so suddenly.

It's natural enough. You want them close.

I've got used to him being around. I was...

selfish.

You've helped that boy enormously.

And what better culmination than him winning that prize?

It's not up to me, though.

That boy seems to have his mind all made up.

I reckon there's more behind it than that.

Think how Mr Camody were brought up -

being sent from pillar to post.

Yes.

Yes, no, you might be on to something there.

Thank you, Mrs Hall. I'll talk to him again.

What? What?

You look busy.

Let me guess - Imperial College.

Your brother told you? Just now.

Not an easy decision, as you can imagine.

Oh, I know exactly how it feels.

I refused the Warners, too.

Oh?

Right, so...

Oh, I see. You're pulling my leg.

Yes.

Damned hard to find the right phrasing.

They're honouring me.

But my reply sounds like I'm giving them some kind of moral lecture.

Well, good luck.

You know...

..there was a time when I couldn't imagine leaving Skeldale either.

Right, what's happening?

I'm afraid I might have...

Oh, come on, Audrey.

Get it over with.

Make a note on your pantry door.

OK, I'm so sorry Mr Bosworth. Remember. Remember.

Mr Bosworth?

Can I have a word?

Well, what a bloomin' stupid way for Bingo to go.

I'll need a word with her.

She feels awful about it.

She wants to apologise in person.

Apologise? I don't want to hear it. Will that bring him back?

No, in fact, if you're talking to her,

tell her this for me. Tell her...

Tell her...

..Bingo brought me so much happiness...

..I'll not have him bringing misery to her.

And so in conclusion,

artful management of water supply, water conservation,

shade and rest will protect your mules

from dehydration, even in the most scorching of deserts.

Thank you. Thank you very much.

What do you think? Too long?

No, you're right. It's perfect, isn't it? Perfect.

What did you think? Do you have any notes?

No? No notes.

Ha-ha-ha-ha!

You wrote your letter, then?

In time to catch the evening post.

Took me an age to figure out how to phrase it.

Better for it to be logical.

Struggling to find the logic, were you?

No, my answer made complete sense.

I just don't know any more. That's the truth of it.

You know, if you were to go off to London...

..I hope you know, there's always a place here for you.

No, see, if I took the Warners, I'd be leaving practice,

to do research, primarily.

I don't mean as a vet.

Oh.

And that should...

..do it. Aw.

There we go.

Aw!

Well, hello. Aw!

I... Well...

I think I have an announcement.

Hamish.

This morning, I found out I was awarded the Warners Prize.

Accepting it would mean an imminent departure for London.

Oh. The Warners, eh?

After some consideration...

..I've decided to accept.

That's bloody marvellous, old chap.

Ten days' time, I start. Down in London.

But that's so soon.

It must have been a tough decision, pal,

but I see great things ahead.

Oh, come here.

Bloomin' wonderful news. The place won't be the same.

I rather wish I could take you all with me.

That'd be some suitcase.

Right, this calls for a celebratory drink.

I mean, I'm finally getting my bed back.

James won't be able to make it, of course.

You have to give him at least six months' notice

Ha-ha! Richard? Beers?

You go. I'll join you.

I have to do some reading.

Mrs Hall, you don't happen to have the phone number for the Danby farm?

Thanks for being so understanding about this, Tris.

Helen? 'Ey, I'd love a night off.

You'll be all right with Jimmy, won't you?

I suppose I'll have to be!

Have a good time.

Right, Jimmy. Do you like your new playpen?

Thank you.

Come here.

Hello, Doris?

It's Mister Carmody. Richard.

That's him, me.

I'm Richard Carmody. I'm a vet...

for animals.

Anyhow...

..we were all about to go to the Drovers, have a drink.

If you'd join us...

it would be excellent to see you there.

Yes?

Well, in about half an hour, then.

Goodbye.

You're coming to the capital.

It'll just be you, me and the big city.

Ready for a new palette of sniffs? Of course you are.

Drovers?

Shall we?

Super.

Oh, and Doris has promised to join us.

New book?

Oh, just something I picked up about Ancient Persia.

It's quite a tome.

Remember when he first arrived?

The boy didn't know a thing. Now look at him.

Doors and everything.

Well, this is jolly. All of us celebrating together.

Oh, don't mind me, Siegfried

Don't mind us.