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Aw!

The mother rejected it and I
need someone to look after her.

As long as your dad doesn't mind
another mouth to feed.

It'll not be a cat that
pushes us over the edge.

Come in, James.

- Blast!
- Need a hand, Dad?

No, I'll manage.

She'll need feeding
every four hours

and you have to keep her warm.

You have to do
as James tells you.

-I promise.
-Thank you.

Thought you could use
cheering up this morning.

We'll barely get
anything for Clive.

I only wish I could
have done more.

I couldn't live with myself
if the sale went ahead.

Our name would have been muck
round these parts.

It may not seem like it now,
but you've done us a favour.

Helen! I'm sorry I'm late.

Your dad said they'd
already taken Clive away.

Look what James
brought me!

Oh, look at that. So tiny.
Isn't it gorgeous?

She. I'm going to
call her Poppy.

That's very good of you,
Herriot.

Did you buy me anything?

Oh, um... You know,
I don't think I did.

All I've got is
this bar of chocolate.

There's no way you'll want that.

Thank you.

Cook over-ordered again.

-Don't want it going to waste.
-She's making a habit of that.

-I should be going.
-Thank you!

Let's get that kitten inside.
Bye, James!

- I'll follow you in.
- OK.

James!

I, uh...

I wanted to apologise.

I never should have put you
in that position over Clive.

It was stupid of me.

I understand why you felt
you had to do it.

I'm just relieved something
good came out of it.

-What's that?
-Well, I... I had to be honest.

About a great many things.

I can't help feel
it's brought Helen and I
even closer together.

See you again, I'm sure.

Ah! Tristan!

Take your medicine.

I've no need of
the old witch's brew.

I'm in the rudest of health.
A-choo!

-Morning.
-Oh, thank you, Joan.

Ah!

- Mmm, Glasgow?
- Tristan!

Has he finished
that exam paper yet?

For goodness sake!
You should be in bed.

I'm fine.

I got up too quickly. A little
light-headed, that's all.

Let go of that armchair then.

-I don't want to.
-You can't!

Preposterous.

See?

Bed, now!

Out of the question.

I have surgery today,
James has a full list.

No, I... I shall just
have to... soldier on.

You're a grown man. I shall
say this only once more.

You need to take your medicine
and rest!

Which I will do once I've
completed everything else
that needs to be done.

-There's only one of me,
Mrs Hall.
-Thank the Lord!

Tell Tristan I will be
testing him later.

-Oh, what have I done?
-Nothing, I suspect.

You've had the whole summer to
revise. Time's come to show us
what's in that head of yours.

You've not started.

Your brother's going to want
to see that done by
the end of the day.

-I've been doing
a lot of thinking.
-What about?

What he's going to do to me
when I mess it up again.

Well, that's not the attitude.

It comes with experience.
Failure is like a deep hole.

When you're stuck in it, very
hard to climb back out again.

-So why bother trying?
-Mmm.

Come on, Tris,
you're better than that.

Jess!

I don't believe it!
Get out the way.

-Hello!
-Oh!

What have we here?

Oh, it must be James' birthday.

Oh, it's his first one
away from home.

What, today?

I've got his details somewhere.

-Tomorrow.
-We should bake him a cake.

-Yeah, and get him a present.
-Yes!

-A shindig.
-Tristan!

-Just close friends.
-Your exams!

Don't worry. I'm on top of it.

Quick cuppa?

I'm not really here.
I'm just picking something up.

Did you stop in
to comfort Helen?

Hugh's managing that
quite well by himself.

You know, so long as he's around
you don't stand a chance.

Thank you for stating
the blindly obvious.

What you need is something
to take your mind off it.

What need...
is a pair of hoof clippers.

A date, tomorrow evening.

You're not really my type.

A couple of nurses.

Nurses?

Connie and Brenda.
Lovely girls.

Bright, witty,
wonderful bedside manner.

-In your dreams.
-You don't know the half of it.

Come on, time to look
to pastures new, hmm?

Why the hell not?

Outstanding! Leave all
the arrangements to me.

James, is there any chance

you might be able
to run surgery today?

Sorry. I've got to get
to the Rudds and across to
Dinsdale's to trim some hooves.

What's wrong
with Siegfried, anyway?

Absolutely nothing.

Run along, Herriot.

You're determined
to go through with this.

Mrs Hall,
you have to understand,
I have a constitution

far more robust than most.

Unlock the door.
We are open for business.

Sorry to drag you up.

I know it's busy for you
this time of year.

No problem, Dick.

-Morning, Edith.
-Morning.

- Morning, wee 'uns.
- Morning, James!

-Thank you, sister.
-OK.

Good girl, Strawberry.

How long's she been like this?

The wheezing
come on this morning.

She's been tippling out the
milk though, hasn't she, Dad?

Aye, more than any of t'others.

Has she been gulping
when she eats?

Like she's struggling
to swallow?

Now that you mention it.

-Should we be worried?
-I'm not sure yet.

You checked her over when
we bought her, Mr Herriot.

-You said she were a good buy.
-Leave him be, Eddie.

I did. She was.

She "was"?

Good girl.

Good girl.

I'm just going to have
a feel of your throat.

I'm worried there might be
something obstructing
her throat.

-I could be wrong but...
-Well, what is it?

I think she might
have an abscess
in her respiratory tract.

An abscess! Is that all?
You had me worried.

Right now, it's small.
The thing is...

if it grows, I'm concerned she
might not be able to breathe.

I'll give her a shot
of Prontosil. Hopefully,
that'll get rid of it.

And if it doesn't?

It will continue to grow.

Breathing will become
increasingly difficult.

There's no need
to mince your words.

We want to know how bad
this could get.

If the abscess grows
large enough,

it'll block the windpipe and
eventually it will choke her.

She'll die?

I'm afraid so.

If you channelled half
the enthusiasm you have
for women into your work,

you'd sail through those exams.

Rather good though.

Don't you think?

Goodness me!

We're popular today.

Don't seem that way from
where I've been sitting.

Not seen hide nor hair of
Mr Farnon for over an hour.

A-choo!

Turn that bloody
light off!

Mrs Hall, I think I'm dying.

Take her inside, Albert.

I'll be back up tomorrow.

With luck, it will
have started to down.

Now, I'll give you this salve.

Rub it in with hot water
behind the angle of the jaw,

as often as possible.

It might help just break it up.

Thanks, Jim!

Cold day like this you need
something to keep you warm.

Thank you.

Our dad told us not to worry.

-Didn't he?
-Yeah.

He said, "Jim Herriot
will have it sorted."

I'll do everything I can.

You back to your chores
then, eh?

- Yes.
- Bye.

Bye.

-Bye, James.
-Bye.

You spend your life
giving out medicine.

It's time for you to take some.

-Mmm!
-Now...

To bed.

I'll just take five minutes.

I think you'll be
longer than that.

I admire your faith in me.

It's an entirely new experience.

You can't expect me
to treat all of those.

Tell them to be
on their way then.

Either you climb out
of that hole of yours

or they'll chase you out.

Right, who's next?

Next, please.

So?

Next, please.

Incoming!

Tea won't be long.

I think I much just have
a bath and an early night.

Thank you though.

You're not coming down
with the flu as well?

I'm fine.

What's Tristan doing
with that rabbit?

He's running
surgery today.

Mr Farnon's taken
to his sick bed.

I should give him a hand.

He could do with the work.

And you look like
you could do with a rest.

That settles it.

-I'm making chicken broth.
-It's not flu.

Well...

What is it then?

Come on, spit it out.

She's hopping along
with one foot in t'air
and it's all scabby underneath.

Yes, interesting.

Come on!

Oh!

A-huh!

Well then?
What would you say it is?

If you'll excuse me
for a moment.

There's a piece of equipment
that I suspect that
I'll need for this.

Ah, bumble-foot!

Special?

I think what we're
dealing with here

is a simple case
of bumble-foot.

A bath in warm water and
Epsom salts should do the trick.

What's that in aid
of then, hmm?

Oh, this? Yes,
this is just for, um...

Thank you, veterinary.

Phew!

The Rudds invested
their life savings into it.

It's that family's future.
I checked it over, I told them
it was fit and healthy.

Well, could
you have known?

The abscess developed
after they bought her.

-Well...
-What's this?

I recommended a cow
to the Rudds.

I think it might now have
a postpharyngeal abscess.

-Ouch!
-Maybe Mr Farnon
could think of something.

It's my responsibility. He
needs to know he can rely on me.

How did you get on?

Rather well, actually!

Oh, the difference it makes
to have someone believe
in you for a change.

See if you can't approach
your books with the same
kind of attitude.

-Oh, must I?
-Knowing things is a kind of
prerequisite for passing exams.

Well, it's easy for you. You
read something, you remember it.

Not really. I read something,
then I read it again,

then I write it down,
then it falls into place.

-Well, I do that.
-And?

I fall into sleep.

Well, that's what
I'm about to do now.

I'm going to bed.

-Goodnight, James.
-Goodnight, Jim.

Goodnight.

Well done today.

But you're not finished yet.

Number one.

Goodnight, Siegfried.

Night? What are you talking
about? What time is it?

Where is everybody?
What's going on?

We said five minutes!

Feeling any better?

Marginally. Still got
a splitting headache.

What an earth was in that
concoction you gave me?

Whisky, ginger, honey, garlic,
thyme, but mainly whisky.

What happened to all the people?
Do you realise how much money
we'll have lost today?

-Tristan.
-Yes, well, I'm not one to brag,
Siegfried, as you well know.

What's this?

Oh...

-It's Greta Garbo.
-I can see that.

What's she doing on the back
of the exam paper I set?

It's a scene from "Grand Hotel".

Is that supposed
to be me?!

Tristan's actually been rather
tied up this afternoon.

Three days you've had
to do this!

Three. And this is all
you can bloody manage?

Look... No, I was busy.

From the look of it,
you were anything but.

Your exams are one week away.

And this is all you can do?
This is it?

How on earth do you think
you're ever going to be a...?

I give up.

It's your life, Tristan.

Uhh!

It's James' birthday.

Oh.

I've organised a bash for him
at the Drover's this evening.

Um, I should have this paper
finished for you by
this afternoon.

I'm going to lie down
on the sofa.

May I take my breakfast there?

He can't even bring
himself to shout at me.

It's like I've broken
something in him.

Good morning, Siegfried.

How are you today?
Sit yourself down.

I can't stop. I've got
to get back up to the Rudds.

Here.

Sausage bap.

No arguments.
And good luck today.

We'll be keeping everything
crossed for you, Jim.

On his birthday too.

The shame of it.

Where are you off to?
What about your test paper?

-Hello, James!
-Morning, Edith.

I think she's getting better.
Dad's been with her all night.

Dick, you must be exhausted.

You said to do it
as often as possible.

Have a look.

Good girl.

Good girl.

She's no better.

In fact, I'd say her breathing
has got a little worse.

We'd do anything
to help her, Mr Herriot.
I'll stay up with Dad.

-We'll keep rubbing it
if that's what's needed.
-If it'll make a difference.

-We're not shy of hard work.
-I know that.

-We'll not stop.
-Even our Maisy will have a go!

Aye, we'll keep going,
whatever it takes.

-I only wish it was that simple.
-Please, Mr Herriot!

She's our Strawberry.

Jim... What'll we do?

I've got a Kaolin poultice
to rub onto the throat.

-And I'll give her
another injection.
-And then what?

We hope.
I wish I could offer more.

Aye, well, I'm not ready
to give up on her.

Come on, girl.

-That's it.
-Neither I am.

James, you clever boy.

What are you up to?

Trying to save James' birthday.

Did the Prontosil work?

No, Strawberry
hasn't responded to it.

There was a book
on otolaryngology.

Borrowed it.

Tris, are you...

It looks like you're
actually studying.

I wanted to help.
Come and look here.

-These are really good, Tris.
-They're just tracings.

Overlaid you can see the
different arterial structures
tracing down to the windpipe.

Now, where would you say
the abscess is?

Right around...

here.

What as big as that?

Poor thing, she must hardly
be able to breathe.

It's tucked in right behind
all these major blood vessels.

-Otherwise, we might be
able to get in there.
-And do what?

Well, burst it.

The only good thing about
the abscess being that large

is that at least it's more
of a target to aim for.

I've never read or heard
of anyone doing that before.

Well, the one advantage
of knowing nothing is that
anything seems possible.

You're suggesting an operation?

I don't see any other way
of reaching the abscess.

We'd have to make an incision.

Cut down through the muscle
tissue through toward
the windpipe.

But I don't see how we could
do it without hitting one
of these major arteries.

What have we go to lose?

-What are you looking for?
-Answers.

Well, you won't find
any in there.

Are you out of your
tiny cerebellums?

It can't be done.
Look at the blood vessels
you'll have to navigate.

One slip, the Rudds will
have to watch their prize cow

drowning in four pints
of its own blood.

You seem to
have perked up.

Oh, full of
vim and vigour.

I checked her over. I told
them the cow was a good buy.

Which must feel terrible,
but you can't allow that
emotion to cloud

your professional
judgment.

-The cow's going to die anyway.
-You'd be giving them
false hope.

Not to mention putting
an animal through a needless
and stressful operation.

I'm sorry,
my decision is final.

Then what should I do?

I'm sorry,
my decision is final.

-and put the poor thing
out of its misery.
-It'll break their hearts.

I'm sorry. I realise that having
advised them to buy her
you feel responsible.

But there is nothing else
to be done. You must just
be honest with them.

-You alright, Mr Herriot.
-Oh! Hello, Edith.

Jim, didn't expect you
to be back so soon.

No better?

What is it, lad?

I'm afraid it's
the end of the road.

I'm sorry, James.
Did they blame you?

No.

-Which made it worse in a way.
-Mmm.

Come on, let's see if we
can't cheer you up, eh?

Happy birthday!

- Happy birthday!
- Happy birthday!

Hooray!

Ah!

Do you want to blow
your candles out?

Eh!

Very good. That's lovely.

How did you know?

Your mother.

-Oh, no.
-She sent you this.

-Sorry, Jess chewed it.
-Open it.

-Do I have to?
-Of course!

Oh!

- Lovely. Beautiful!
- Go on, put it on.

No.

After all the effort
your mother went to?

- Come on.
- Oh!

Here. It's not much,
but, um, there you go.

Your own veterinary bible.

Thank you.

You spoke to the Rudds,
I take it?

Good man.

Worse part of the job,
but a necessary one.

That's enough of that! Music!

From me.

-Saint Nick!
-I thought it were time
you had your own.

Thank you.

Happy birthday.

Tris!

Hey!

This is Jim, Brenda.
This, I assume, is Connie.

You assume correct.

-Hello, Jim.
-Hello.

-I'm James. You're Connie.
-I know.

We did that already.

I'm James. Sorry, sorry.

-Is he stuck on a loop?
-It's been a long day.

Don't let the outfit fool you.
He looks quiet, but he's
a devil with women.

-Known far and wide
as a great lover.
-A-choo!

Drinks! Let's...
Shall we go through?

-I'll just run in and get Jenny.
-Why don't we stop for one?

-Didn't you say it was
Herriot's birthday?
-OK, but embarrass me.

-And don't say anything.
-And break the habit
of a lifetime?

I won't! I won't!
No need to give me the look.

It looks like you're taking
really good care of her.

Who's this then?
New girlfriend?

Uh... No.

Good.

I think you've got an admirer.

No, it's her older sister
you want to look out for.

She's madly in love with him.

I told you, you want to
snap him up quick.

Well, I think I might
have to then.

Yeah, of course, I'm not
short on offers either.

I'm going to go
and freshen up. Connie?

Don't go anywhere.

And I won't go anywhere
either, Brenda.

Good.

-Ooh!
-These need paying for.

-Well, this is fun.
-Isn't it?

Here, do you want another?

I've barely started.

Surely not today of all days?

-I didn't think you'd be here.
-Happy birthday.

-Hey!
-Oh, don't get too excited.

It's Highland shortbread.

I thought it'd
remind you of home.

You didn't bake them, did you?

Ow! That hurt!

-It was meant to.
-Thank you and I mean it.

Presents, drinks.

That beautiful woman hanging
off your every word
and you're still not happy?

What is it?

Are you upset because
I'm here with someone?

No, I'm really not.

Well, what you said at the fair
about me being not serious,
why was that?

Because you're
not serious.

Good for a giggle,
nowt much else.

Is that how everyone sees me?

The Rudds are a lovely family.
They don't deserve it.

No one does.

-Is there nothing you can do?
-There might have been.

Siegfried put the kibosh on it.

If you could have done
something for Clive,

even if there were just
the slightest chance,
I'd have wanted you to try.

-But Siegfried...
-It'll always be Siegfried.

You need to be you.

Follow your heart.

That's what got you here
in the first place, isn't it?

I'd better go.
Happy birthday again.

-We need to do this operation.
-I'm not giving up
on Strawberry.

Siegfried will kill us.

Probably.

I'm starting to feel
a bit sick.

-Fear or excitement?
-Maybe a bit of both.

I think it's time
I found my bed.

Oh, finally, he's listening.

I'll just get James and Tristan
to take this lot to the
Drover's. Where is James?

He may not have
been in the mood.

-Or a bit distracted.
-By what?

-That cow.
-Oh, he's young.

He hasn't learnt that you
can't save them all.

Now, what on earth could be more
important to Tristan than women?

An operation?

We're going to try
to drain the abscess.

But I won't lie to you, there's
a good chance it might kill her.

And if we do nothing,
she'll die?

Yes.

It's your cow, Dick.

I'll only do it
with your say-so.

I... I'd hate
for her to suffer.

Are you sure
there's no other way?

We need to get in
and drain that abscess.

We'll operate in here.

We're going to need more light.

Let's use our headlamps.

Because I'm ill,
he thinks he can take advantage.

He's only
trying to do his best.

I am the boss. I am in charge.

-He knows that.
-You should be in fourth.

It's too late here.
It's third here.

-Don't tell me how to drive!
-I'm not, but don't keep
dabbing the brakes.

Really, Mrs Hall, I don't know
why I'm not allowed to drive.

Cos you're ill
and full of whisky.

Has it ever occurred to you
other people might know
what they're doing?

-They might think they do.
-Without you breathing
down his neck,

Tristan cleared
that whole surgery.

You've got to start giving
them space, both of them.

You even listening to me?

-I was.
-And?

I think you should be
in fourth.

Yes, well, you seem
to have got the hang of that.

-Herriot!
-Siegfried.

I gave you an instruction.

I believe I can drain
the abscess. Just trust me.

- He can do this!
- How would you know?

He's been helping me.

- He can do this!
- How would you know?

I'm sorry, Mr Rudd, Edith.

James shouldn't have raised
your hopes like this.

I stood on this
same spot six months ago now.

I pleaded with you
to let me keep the job.

-I remember. You insulted me.
-But you kept me on anyway.

-I assume because
you saw something in me.
-I did. I do!

Then trust me.

It's my practice!

It's their cow.

-Mr Rudd...
-Look, if Jim thinks
he can do it, Mr Farnon...

then we say, let him try.

It'll be a moment for the
anaesthetic to take effect.

Would you like to take over?

Oh!

James has done the preparation.
He knows what he's doing.

Your patient, Herriot.

Stretch her head straight out
and slightly back.

Right.

Deep breaths.

Retractors.

Watch the carotid.

Just above the jugular
should do it.

I can't see.

I'm pushing through the muscle.

It looks good.

I can feel it!

I can't use this.

If I catch anything,
it'll be over.

It doesn't have to sharp
to break the surface
of the abscess.

Forceps. Less chance of slicing
anything on your way through.

Just go straight
through the muscle.

I'm in the abscess.

It's draining.

It's clearing!
I've got it!

Oh, James!

- Oh, you've done it!
- Good girl!

Well done, old chap!

He's done it!

Good girl! Good girl!

No one ever
in the entire world

has ever, ever performed
such an operation.

-Steady on!
-That cow was dead and you
brought it back to life.

-Tristan...
-This is up there
with the water into wine.

Up there with Lazarus,
up there with the
feeding of the 5,000.

-Those are very kind words.
-All of them true.

You pulled me through,
you know that?

Well, make sure
that gets around.

Be nice for people to think
I've done something useful
for a change.

Don't worry, I'm sure Brenda
knows of your heroics.

Oh! Where are they going?

Brenda!

Brenda!

Come on.

And these gentlemen
and have one yourself.

-Very kind of you, Mr Farnon.
-Not at all.

So, Mr Herriot thinks
he'll have a go,

opens her up on the ground
right in front of us!

-I've ever seen owt
like it in my life!
-Lad, you never did!

If I hadn't listened to him,
that cow would be on its way
to the knacker's yard.

-Oh, lesson learnt perhaps.
-Yes.

Flu can certainly
cloud the judgment.

I'm sure I would have come to
the same conclusion as Herriot,

had I been properly
compos mentis.

I don't doubt it.

Nevertheless...

James.

I wanted to say...
I thought I should mention...

I wasn't completely
in the right today.

As close as you'll get to him
admitting he were wrong.

Yes, this is me showing
my soft underbelly.

There's no need
to stick the knife in.

I should have listened to you
the first time.

It's not the animals that cause
all the bother, it's the people.

Quite right.

I'm proud of you.

In anyone else's hands
that animal would have died.

It reminded me
why I do this job.

And perhaps I should recognise
that other people can do it too.

That means you, Tris.

I'm promoting you to senior vet.

Oh!

Congratulations!

Are you serious?

I've watched you. You've turned
into a fine practitioner.

And perhaps it's a good thing

that the responsibility
of the practice doesn't rest
entirely on my shoulders.

No more than you deserve, Jim.

That's fantastic!
I mean... I mean...

-Thank you.
-Not at all.

-Will I get a pay rise?
-Absolutely not.

Do you think I'm made of money?

I heard what you did
at yesterday's surgery.

It's the good stuff.

Happy birthday, Mr Herriot.
Good lad!

Well done, James.

You're still here.
I thought you'd be long gone.

-Struggling to drive Hugh away.
-Yes, another round. On me!

Come on, Maggie!
Everyone, who wants a drink?

Jim, pint? You want a pint?
Bitter, yes?

I'm, uh...
Actually, go on then.

-Yeah, why not?
-Good man.

-It's awful generous of him.
-Hugh loves to celebrate.

-James...
-Didn't realise he even
knew it's my birthday.

Helen, listen, I wanted
to thank you, for earlier.

I wouldn't have had the
confidence to go up to Rudd's
if you hadn't said what you did.

-Oh, it were nothing. James...
-No, it wasn't.
It was something.

God!

-OI've probably had too much..
to drink and I probably
shouldn't say this...

Congratulations, love!

-Thank you, love! Appreciate it.
-Eh?

I were talking to our lass,
not you! Hey-hey!

-I asked you
not to say anything!
-Sorry!

One sniff of the barmaid's apron
and he's like budgie on trill.

I'm sorry, what's happening?

Hugh asked me today.

We're getting married.

Well done! Uh...

I mean, congratulations.

-That's fantastic news.
-Sorry, I was just so
desperate to tell everyone.

Bitter, wasn't it, James?

That's great.
Really, great news, Hugh.

Cheers! Cheers, everyone!

Cheers!

-Evening, Mr Herriot.
-Evening.

Shall we?