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[theme music]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

Darrowby, 2297.

Hello, Mrs Pumphrey's
butler here.

Yes, Francois.
Flop bott again?

Non, Tricki's
struggling to breathe.

- That does sound bad.
- Mrs Pumphrey would like you to come.

All right, I'll... I'll
be there as soon as I can.

Merci. Thank you.

Maggie. Maggie,
come on, wake up.

- It's seven o'clock.
- Oh, bugger!

- Mmm...
- Come on.

- I'll see you later.
- If you're in the pub.

- See you later.
- [doorbell rings]

- [Jess barks]
- [Mrs Hall] Quiet down, Jess!

- [barking continues]
- Wait, Tristan!

[footsteps, door creaks]

- Morning.
- Oh, thank you, John.

[door shuts]

[Tristan sighs]
Good morning, Mrs Hall.

You were wearing
that yesterday.

Just... trying to ease
the laundry burden

before I leave for college
next week.

- [Siegfried] Morning!
- Just the man.

For what exactly?

It's only a week before I go

and there's the small matter
of my cheque.

- Cheque? What cheque?
- For food, lodging.

Oh, don't worry about that.
You're family, happy to help.

No, so I can
go back to college.

Oh, I see. You're not
leaving today, are you?

- No, but...
- Cos there's a list of medicines to make up as long as your arm.

- Be glad to.
- And would you mind answering the phone, morning and night?

James and Mrs Hall
are far too busy.

[Mrs Hall] Stay calm.
Don't enrage him.

Siegfried.

- Uh, don't!
- Don't what?

Don't you think we'd do as well
to just get it over with?

Once you've convinced me
you deserve it.

I thought you wanted me
to go to college?

No, I want you
to pass your exams.

I know from bitter experience that one
is not necessarily followed by the other.

[sighs] It'll be different
this time. I'll apply myself.

- Hudson's instrument, please.
- [Tristan huffs]

- If you want that cheque, Tristan, you'll need to earn it.
- What are you doing?

[she mouths]

Thank you.

[relieved sigh]

It's a lot of money.

You can't expect him to
hand it over just like that.

Especially if he thinks
you're gonna waste it.

- Stop that.
- Aah!

You'll make the wall grubby.

Keep your nose clean,
stay out of his whisky

and don't give him
any excuse.

Oh, you know me,
good as gold.

That your shade?

Uh, we fell asleep
on the sofa.

Hop it, you.

Thank you.

Only one more week.

[claps his hands and sighs]

[inspirational music]

- [man] Good morning, Mr Herriot!
- Good morning.

- Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.
- Oh, thank you so much for coming.

Let's take a look at you,
Tricki.

[Tricki pants and wheezes]

Can you hear all that
rasping and wheezing?

It's like he's got a little
steam train inside him.

I asked Francois to build the fires up,
but it hasn't made much difference.

It's not the cold.

Don't tell me it's the Spanish
flu, I couldn't bear it.

I've never heard of that crossing over
into the canine species before.

It's not... a weak heart?

No, I think the answer
lies far closer to home.

You've been sticking
to the diet I prescribed?

To the letter, Mr Herriot.

[James] One cup
of biscuits twice daily?

Perhaps not EVERY letter.

We all need the odd treat

or life becomes a little dull,
don't you think?

Tricki-Woo is becoming
dangerously overweight.

He's struggling to breathe.

He's going to die!

He's not going to die.

He's been so listless,
Mr Herriot.

- [Tricki groans]
- I thought he must be suffering from malnutrition.

So I've been giving him
a little extra between meals,

just to build him up.

Dare I ask?

A little... calf's foot jelly.

Uh, cod liver oil.

Uh, beef wellington and, um...

a bowl of Horlicks at night
to help him sleep.

[Mrs Pumphrey] Oh, dear!

He's never been away
from home before.

Are you sure this is
quite necessary?

Absolutely. We'll keep him
at Skeldale House under observation.

That way, we can rule out
anything more serious.

- What's all this?
- Oh, just a few essentials for Tricki.

Can't have him going without.

Oh, goodbye, my precious.

Mmm!

Oh, this is... too tragic.

I'll take good care of him.

You have my word.

[large dog growls]

[dog barks]

- He's vomiting again, he is.
- [dog growls]

- What did he have for breakfast?
- [dog growls]

[dog growls]

[muted, ringing tone]
No, CLANCY. What did CLANCY eat?

All right, sir. Any odds and
sods, leftovers from me dinner.

Bones from the butcher.
I catch him eating newspaper.

Well, I think probably his diet might have
something to do with his upset stomach.

I can't afford to be
giving him tip-top stuff.

- [dog growls]
- All right there, fella.

Would you have a closer
look at him then?

- Easy now.
- He seems lively enough.

Well, let's try some different medication,
see if that settles things down.

[grunts]

What are you up to in here?

Preparing medicines,
as ordered.

[Siegfried] Five drops
in his water every day.

- How much will that be then?
- Oh, don't worry about that.

You save that
for you and Clancy.

[Joe] Come on!

- What's all this?
- Tricki's essentials.

He's here for a period
of convalescence.

[James] He won't be needing
his hamper of goodies.

Oh, but, uh, uh, uh,
let's not be too hasty, James,

We need to ease
the poor boy in.

Just pop it on
that table over there.

[James] Thank you, Charlie.

That dog is
an absolute disgrace.

It's not his fault.

Mrs Pumphrey overindulges him.

[James] All the fine foods,
the pampering.

It's done him
no good whatsoever.

He's been spoilt.

- I know it comes from a place of love.
- Well, of sorts.

He's learnt so many bad habits,
the eating, the lack of exercise...

- [phone rings]
- The inability to carry out the most basic instructions.

Oh, I don't know.

- He gives paw pretty well.
- [ringing continues]

Paw?

- [ringing continues]
- He can't even answer the bloody phone!

- Mm! Mm-mm-mm!
- [James] The phone?!

I don't know
how he ever would.

That would be
fairly extraordinary.

- Siegfried?
- Can you in fact hear that?

- What?
- Don't worry, I'll get it.

No, you won't.
It's HIS job.

I told him to do it
and he'll damn well do it!

Don't walk away
when I'm talking to you!

Well, I thought you wanted me
to answer the phone.

- Can no one hear that?!
- Don't answer it! HE has to do it.

Genuinely no idea
what you want me to do.

I'm fed up to the back teeth
with you.

All you do is laze around fattening yourself
while I foot the bill.

- Ahh!
- Well, you can wave goodbye to your cheque until you

buck your bloody ideas up!

[phone continues to ring]

Darrowby, 2297.

[Tricki snorts]

[James whistles]

You must have lead in
those legs of yours, Tricki.

[coughs] Ahem!

Oh, don't worry, I'll give
these a good scrub afterwards.

Mmm.

[church bells ring
in the distance]

I'm going to get you
fighting fit, Tricki.

[Tricki snorts]

Shouldn't you be
making yourself useful?

Hmm? Oh, my brother's
little tantrum yesterday.

Oh, I wouldn't worry
about that, Mrs H.

- He'll want me gone soon enough.
- Oh, that may be so,

but it mightn't be
to where you want to be.

[door shuts]

Let me help you with that, Jim.

[Tristan]
Good morning, Siegfried.

How much did you say it was,
Jim, an ounce of biscuits?

- An ounce and a half.
- Jim has left me in charge of Tricki today.

More fool him.

- Actually, Tris...
- [Mrs Hall] James is needed up at Dobson's.

Helen called last night.

Their bull's having
trouble performing.

She asked for him,
specifically.

Oh! That'll be awkward!

- Why is that?
- It won't be. It's not.

Go on then, James, you've a few
to get through this morning.

I promised Mrs Pumphrey
I'd take good care of him.

Which is why you entrusted me
with Tricki.

- Hey! Ooh!
- [Tricki yaps]

You're not afraid
of that little thing?

Being fearful is a sign
of a higher intellect.

[James] He needs regular
exercise and lots of water.

Yes, yes. I think
I can just about manage.

[Mrs Hall] Will you come to
church with me this morning?

Yes. Lord knows,
I have enough to pray for.

I'm doing your favourite,
roast beef.

- Ooh!
- Make sure you earn it.

- Understood.
- [Siegfried] Shall we?

Sorry, Tricki,
doctor's orders.

[Tricki snorting]

[inspirational music]

- Morning.
- Thanks for coming.

I thought you were gonna
put lead in his pencil,

not a bullet in the back
of his head. No offence, lad.

Now, Mr Dobson, you know James
was in the right on that one.

Mmm, aye.

I understand Clive's having some
difficulty serving the cows?

Aye, he's not showing
much interest.

Much? He's not been up
on any of them.

You said your bull
would perform.

And if he don't get them knocked
up then I shan't be paying.

- How long has Clive been in with them?
- A week now.

Mr Dobson's been giving his cows plenty of water,
so he should smell them well enough.

- Has this happened before?
- Never.

Most of the time, it's getting
him to stop that's the trouble.

From my experience,
that's often the way.

Really?

With bulls.

Shall we take a look at him?
Hello, old friend.

- Remember me.
- [Clive moos loudly]

[groaning]

[jazz plays on the radio]

[Tricki snorts]

Tricki!

[Tricki snorts]

Oi, Tricki!

[Tricki snorts]

You left Tricki in the care
of Tristan?

He'll be fine.

He will, won't he?

- Is it all right down there?
- Impressive.

And healthy.

We'll give him a shot of testosterone,
see if that gets him going.

Any idea how long that will
take before it has an effect?

- Should be fairly immediate.
- Good.

I don' know how you
Dale farmers do it.

Your livelihood's constantly
at the mercy of nature.

We do our best to keep up with
the rent. Hugh's good to us.

Not that I like
to ask it of him.

- He's your landlord?
- Since he inherited the estate.

He lost his father around
the same time I did my mum.

That's really what
got us together.

I got the impression
it had been going on longer.

We've knocked about together
since we were kids.

Well, when he wasn't away
at school, at any rate.

That should perk him up a bit.

Right, don't you be shy
this time.

[Clive snorts]

[James] We should probably
make a quick exit.

The testosterone might make him
a tad aggressive.

[wolf whistle]
Hello, Mr Herriot!

Afternoon, Mrs Dobson.

I'll see you at the house.

Hope you didn't have
a big breakfast.

- Why's that?
- You'll see.

[Clive snorts]

Go on, lad, don't be shy!

Go on!

[Clive moos]

[Clive moos loudly]

[music continues]

Tricki!

- [door opens]
- Come in, Mr Mulligan.

Sorry to put you out like this, Mr Farnon,
but Clancy was sick again this morning.

No trouble at all. We would never leave
an animal in distress.

[Tristan] We have not
stopped all morning.

Just point me in the right direction,
Siegfried, no task is too great.

Then you'll have no qualms
about examining Clancy.

- [Clancy barks]
- Good God!

[Clancy growls]

- [Clancy growls and barks]
- Uhh!

- [Joe] Easy.
- What a delightful animal.

- [Clancy growls]
- If you'd just like to come through here.

- Come on, Clancy.
- Yes.

- Come on now, boy.
- Um, Sieg...

[Clancy barks]

All right, there we go.

What seems to be
the problem, Joe?

Well, still
vomiting bad, he is.

Mr Farnon gave him
some medication but...

- it don't seem to have done him the trick.
- Oh, I see, right.

Will you be wanting to have
a good look over him then?

Mm? Oh, yes, yes,
naturally, yes.

[growling]

[growling]

Once I've, you know,

fully assessed
how he's carrying himself.

You can often tell a lot
from the way a dog stands.

- All right.
- Mm-mm.

- [Clancy growling]
- I see what you mean.

[laughs] Yes.

[growling]

[distant barking]

Not on your nellie.

[distant barking
and growling, he laughs]

[barking, door opens]

That should be enough
to last you a week or so.

Joe, Joe!

This should be enough
to last you a week or so.

Thank you kindly, sir.

You're a gentleman.
Isn't he, Clancy?

- [Clancy barks]
- Come on now.

How can he love something
so ferocious?

No doubt he faced
worst terrors on the front.

Many men like him lost
their hearing as a result.

Was the hound much trouble?

No, not really.
He seemed lively enough.

Just needs to improve his diet.

So now we're responsible for feeding
every poorly nourished dog in Darrowby?

Siegfried,
it's one packet of food.

Oh, I know.
That was kind of you.

We can't make a habit of it.

Even though his bad diet is probably
the root cause of the vomiting?

- What do you mean, "probably"?
- Possibly.

- Apparently, presumably.
- I know what it means. Why say it?

- You should know.
- Well...

Can anyone ever be certain?

I take it you did a full examination
to rule out anything else?

Mm-hmm. Yes.
As I'm sure you did

- when you last saw him.
- Naturally.

Well, there we are then.

Come on, Tricki,
time for another walk!

Thank you for the feast,
Mrs Dobson.

'Ere, take these sausages,
Mr Herriot.

Bye, love!

- God, you could roll me home.
- Dales hospitality.

One of the perks of the job.

I haven't given you as much as a glass of water.
I'm feeling guilty now.

Ah, don't be. I can give you
a lift home if you like.

- It's really no bother.
- Oh, thanks.

[inspirational music]

[Helen] Is that Hugh?

[car doors slam]

- Problem?
- Nothing for you to worry yourself about, Herriot.

- Helen!
- Hello, Hugh.

What a lovely surprise.

James is giving me
a lift back from Mr Dobson's.

Very gallant of you.

I see you've thrown a shoe.

- Hmm?
- Uh, flat tyre.

Right, yes. Funny.

I've already sent for a mechanic.
He should be along in a moment.

I don't mind giving it a go.

Is there a tool kit in the back?

Um... You know, I've no idea.

Really, Herriot, it's actually
quite a valuable car.

[Helen] Oh, James sounds like
he knows what he's doing.

Oh, come on, please, Tricki.
The pub's just there.

It's no distance at all.

[sighs] There might be
a lady dog in there.

[Tricki snorts]

I won't crack.

Look, I'm not carrying you,
genuinely, I'm not.

Siegfried will have me jump
through one hoop after another.

- [Tricki yaps]
- Oh, isn't he just gorgeous?

Eventually, the hoops
will get so high

that I'll get caught halfway and be left dangling
with my backside in the wind.

Now that's a lovely image.

Can I hold him?

Be my guest.

Hello! Come here.

I need to get Tricki
walking and lose weight

to get my cheque from Siegfried.

Mm!

[Maggie blowing kisses]
Oh, you...

You know, Maggie,
I'm beginning to wonder

if you're really engaging
with this problem of mine.

You want him to give you money
and he wants you to earn it, doesn't he?

Yes, which I do!

Not long ago, I was on this very spot
collecting debts for the business.

And spending it
as quickly as it came in.

He got what he was due.

You'd think he might start
showing some faith in me.

What? You mean, when he
asks you to do something

he expects you'll shirk off
instead with getting on with it?

- Outrageous.
- Mmm.

It's not my fault. The dog won't
walk. What am I supposed to do?

I don't know, Tristan.

It would take a mind greater
than mine to work that one out.

[Tricki snorts and purrs]

[Tristan] Maggie?

Do you have any string?

[Siegfried sings with record] ♪ Such horrible dreams
that you'd very much better be waking

♪ For you dream you are crossing the Channel
and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich

♪ Which is something between a large bathing machine
and a very small second-class carriage

♪ And you're giving a treat - penny ice and cold meat
- to a party of friends and relation

♪ They're a ravenous horde
and they all came aboard

♪ at Sloane Square and
South Kensington Stations.

♪ And bound on that journey you find your attorney,
who started that morning from Devon

♪ He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised
when he tells you he's only 11... ♪

You better not be
spoiling your appetite.

No, I was just, um...
taking stock.

Why what have you
got planned for us?

Roast beef with
all the trimmings.

[record continues to play
in the background]

I suppose you'd like me to be the sort of man
who's more hands on?

- [Helen] Stop it!
- [Hugh chuckles]

Stop it! James is right there.

- [Hugh] Why should he care?
- All done.

Stop it, Hugh!

Be kind.

- Good man. Much appreciated.
- My pleasure.

Sincerely. I, uh... I never would have managed.
I'm not really that mechanically minded.

My school didn't really go in
for that sort of thing.

They did study
Ancient Greek though.

Oh, yes. Incredibly useful
around these parts.

I bet.

Well, thanks again for this.

And for what you did for...
forAndante.

I think James was almost as
upset about it as you were.

Mmm.

Father made me shoot
a stag once.

Beautiful thing.

Felt rotten about it after.

Never again.

Will you give me a lift back?
I think we've put James out enough already.

- Love to.
- Bye, James.

Bye.

Good chat with the vicar?

We discussed the parable
of the lost son.

- Ah, yes,
- You know it.

I lived it.

Two brothers.

The younger one's a spoilt little brat
who sods off to another country

and wastes half
his father's fortune.

The older one works hard in the fields
and asks for nothing in return.

When the errant swine
gets back,

it puts the hard-working son's
nose out of joint,

understandably in my view.

But his father convinces him
he should still love his younger brother,

despite everything.

Couched in slightly more
pious language I suspect.

- You're too hard on him.
- For his own good.

If I were blessed with
half his intelligence...

You realise he could've gone
to Oxford or Cambridge?

He was that bright.
He still is.

If only he'd put in the effort.

[Mrs Hall sighs]

You know you're gonna give him
the money to go back and study,

why put him through all this?

So he appreciates it

and works harder
to pass next time.

Glad to hear it.
Now clear off out my way.

Has something happened?

What makes you think that?

The scale of the culinary endeavour suggests
you want to keep your mind occupied.

Switch the radio on and
leave me in peace. Go on.

[jazz plays on the radio]

Well, Mrs Hall, this is
certainly... a lot of food.

Well, you've been hard at it all day,
I expect you've worked up an appetite.

[front door opens]

[front door shuts]

Something smells
delicious! Aw!

Go on.

My feet are killing me.

[Siegfried] You don't mean you've been
walking him all this time?

Must have done three
or four miles at least.

I'll have Tricki-Woo in
tip-top shape in no time.

What's wrong with you?
I've seen a sparrow eat more.

And you. Normally,
it's like feeding gannets.

I don't suppose
there's any more gravy?

- Dobson's?
- I ate my own weight in Yorkshire puddings.

[James] You?

Mrs Pumphrey's pork pies
are certainly quite moreish.

And then there was the pâté.

Gentlemen, never fear.

Cometh the hour,
cometh the man.

Anything to help you,
Siegfried.

Mmm.

Good boy.

[Tricki snorts]

Oh!

Mmm!

[Tricki snorting]

[birds twittering]

[phone rings]

[ringing continues]

Tristan.

- [ringing continues]
- Tristan!

[ringing continues,
shoe thumps]

[ringing continues]

Uh!

[ringing continues]

Oh, God!

[Tristan groans,
James chuckles]

Oh, no!

- I'm coming.
- [ringing continues]

[ringing continues]

- [ringing continues]
- [Tristan] Coming!

[ringing continues]

Darrowby 2297.

Mrs Pumphrey.

I feel simply ghastly.

I haven't slept a wink.

Mrs Pumphrey, I assure you,
Tricki's absolutely fine.

Can I have a little word?

Go ahead.

Oh, you mean with Tricki?

Of course!

Here, Tricki.

- [Tricki snorts]
- There we go.

There you go.

There you go, speak to Mummy.

- Speak!
- [Tricki snorts]

[Tristan yaps]

Oh!

He sounds so hoarse.

Give him a little kiss
from Mummy.

- A kiss?
- Of course!

[blows a kiss]

Mmm, mmm, mmm, mwah!

Phoar! That phone has
not stopped all morning.

Sit yourself down, Tristan.
I'll get you some breakfast.

Mrs Pumphrey happy?

Utterly bonkers,
but seems pleased enough.

Could've been the gin talking,

but I think Tricki might
have gained a new uncle.

Oh, and Dobson
called for you, Jim.

Said not to bother going up
to check on Clive again.

Apparently, he's sowing his oats
all over the place.

That's fantastic news!

For Clive, I mean,
and the cows, obviously.

And the Aldersons - that beast
brings in a tidy sum.

Helen will be pleased.

I best be going.

It's all right to leave
Tricki with you again?

A full day's activity's
planned for us.

So, Siegfried,
I hate to nag but...

have you given any more consideration
towards that cheque?

I have.

Only, it will take some time
to clear before I can spend any of it.

There are lots of books I need,
you know, for studying.

[phone rings]

Oh! No one move.

You see? Properly motivated
he pulls his finger out.

[ringing continues]

[chickens clucking]

[knocks]

Dobson called.

All right.

Here, make yourself useful.

I am pleased to report that
Clive is having a rare old time

with Dobson's cows.

Oh, James,
that's fantastic news!

Here.

Wait there,
I'm baking something.

- You don't have to do that.
- I'll be back in a minute. Wait there.

Oh, sugar!

What are you doing
with our eggs?!

- I was just helping.
- Yeah, helping yourself!

- No, no.
- Listen, I work damn hard keeping this place going.

D'you think I'm going to stand
here and watch a bloody thief?

I'm the vet, Siegfried's
assistant. I'm James Herriot.

Right. What you
doing up here then?

I was... I was telling
Helen about Clive.

He's doing well now
at Dobson's farm.

Afternoon, James.

Oh, Helen's just
burning something for you.

Hello, Jenny.

She wants to thank me
for getting Clive going.

Right. Are we not paying
you for that then?

Leave him be, Dad. It's just something to say
thank you for everything James has done.

They look great.

You might want to
scrape the top off.

[Alderson] You might want to
bring me my chisel, Jenny.

- Mmm! Mmm! Delicious!
- [Alderson and Jenny laugh]

- They're not too terrible?
- Mmm.

Quite a unique flavour.

They're awful, aren't they?

Honestly?

Some of the worst
I've ever had.

[Alderson and Jenny laugh]

[James and Helen laugh]

[suspenseful music]

- Afternoon.
- Afternoon, Mr Farnon.

When did that come back?

[sighs]
What did you call me?

The patron saint
of lost causes?

Among many other
much more flattering things.

I'll drive you to Scarborough.
We won't stop until we find him.

I've chased Edward long enough.

He knows where I am.

- [front door shuts]
- Tris?

Oh, set yourself down.
I'll make you some tea.

No, not ready to rest yet.
I want to weigh Tricki, chart his progress.

Go on.

Stop punishing him.

He's done everything
you asked and more.

[Tricki snorts]

[sighs]

- How's he getting on?
- Yes, well.

- Well?
- Very well, actually.

Good! All that hard graft
paying off.

- Feel like I've shed a few pounds too.
- Let's see then.

- I don't think I'll quite fit.
- Not you, man, the dog!

Tricki?

It's only been two days.
It'd be unusual to see too much change.

You just said he was
doing "very well".

Oh, I think I said
"he was well".

And I asked, "Well?" And you
said, "Very well, actually."

Did I?

You did.

Put him on the scales.

Look, I've been measuring out his food,
walking him constantly.

- I swear...
- On the scales!

[Siegfried] He's heavier.

Oh!

I don't know why I expected
anything different.

- What's that supposed to mean?
- Four mile walks?

Meticulous monitoring
of his diet?

Why do you never fail to
live down to my expectations?

Now, hang on a minute!
That's not fair!

Just when I thought you might have changed.
I should have known better.

I'm telling you the truth.
I have been walking him!

I'm sorry, I don't believe you.

And if you think I'm going to
throw good money after bad,

you've got
another thing coming!

- Mr Farnon, wait a minute.
- [door slams]

Tris...

[Tricki snorts
and munches]

Hold on a minute! Tristan!

[door slams]

Oh!

[doorbell rings]

[sighs heavily]

[doorbell rings furiously]

[Mrs Hall sighs again]

- Mrs Pumphrey?
- I'm so sorry. I...

I couldn't stay away
a minute longer.

Oh, it's hard, isn't it?
Come on in.

They're all out at the moment,
but I'm sure they'll be back soon.

Oh!

And Tricki?

He's around here somewhere.
Set yourself down, I'll make you some tea.

Charming little house.
So, so...

compact and functional.

Like a Swiss Army knife.

Hmm.

Oh, those boys!

Oh!

[door closes]

Tea, good idea, Mrs Hall.

Oh, it's not for you.

Mrs Pumphrey's here

and I can't find Tricki.

Mrs Pumphrey, I do apologise.

I'm afraid you've
just missed Tricki.

James or, uh, Tristan,

or possibly even both of them,
have taken him for a walk.

- They may be some time.
- I'll wait.

If that's not too much trouble.

No, of course not.

[mouths]

Are you quite all right?

What? Yes, I'm... Gin, wasn't
it, your tipple of choice?

It's 12 o'clock!

Your housekeeper offered me
a cup of tea.

Coming, Mrs Pumphrey!

- [door shuts]
- Tricki!

Is that Tricki? Tricki!

- Well, where is he?
- I'm sorry, who?

We were just telling Mrs Pumphrey
about all the exercise Tricki's been getting.

- Oh.
- He doesn't leave Tristan's side.

That is patently a lie!

Would you excuse us a minute?

[whispers]
We can't find Tricki-Woo.

Is it possible
he left with you?

Me? No. What about you?

- Why would he have left with me?
- Maybe you left the door open.

I'm far too careful.
It must have been you.

Both of you, quiet down!
Check upstairs.

Quickly! Go on.

[sighs]

Ah!

Thank you.

[quietly] Tricki-Woo!

What would I do without him?

[Mrs Hall] You're sure you've
looked absolutely everywhere?

[Tristan]
Yes, upstairs, every bedroom.

Including under Tristan's bed.
You know there are actual toadstools growing...

He must have got out.
Let's organise a search party.

Oh, God! I can't believe
we've lost him. Poor little man.

Who have you lost?

[Tricki snorts]

- How did you get in there?
- James, well done!

Oh, no! See this?

He's been at the liqueurs
and God knows what else!

We'll have to tell Mrs Pumphrey.

No, it would only upset her
and slow us down.

We need to sedate him and
give him a stomach pump now!

Try not to worry.

I'll have James call you as soon
as he's back from his walk.

That would be... kind.

[Siegfried] She's gone.
Let's get to it. Mask?

I think it's in my jacket.

[Tricki groans]

Thank you.

[Siegfried] There we are.

There we are.

That's it.

That's it.

How an earth did he
get into the hamper?

Why are you looking at me?

I should never have
left him with you.

Chocolate, alcohol - there's no telling
what it could do to his insides.

And why is that my fault?

I haven't seen or touched
that hamper since it arrived.

I don't know how he got into it,
but it has nothing to do with me.

Jim?

I promise you, this has
nothing to do with me.

- Why is everything around here always my fault?
- Because it usually is!

Who else would be stupid enough to leave
the hamper some place Tricki could get at it?

Perhaps the recriminations can wait
until Tricki's finished his treatment.

And perhaps they can't.

Yes, well... Um...

I don't think in this case
Tristan is entirely to blame.

If at all, really.

You see, if he weren't
so addicted to a rich diet,

he wouldn't have sought
it out in the first place.

Siegfried?

The hamper was left
on the floor of the study...

by me.

Tristan is not to blame, James.

I am.

He did nothing wrong.

It was me.

- Jim.
- Yes?

Are we hallucinating?

Yes, all right, it was my bloody
fault! No need to rub it in!

Sorry.

Oh, don't worry about it.

It was worth it
to hear him say that.

Will Tricki be all right?

Once we get some fluids into
him, he should start to recover.

Hmm.

Fluids!

James.

- How's Tricki?
- On the mend.

And Tristan? Still lording
it over me, I suppose?

He's not NOT enjoying the fact
it wasn't him that made a mistake.

Well, one swallow
doesn't make a summer.

My parents really struggled to find the money
to put me through college.

I'll be eternally grateful
for it.

You repaid their faith in you
by your achievements.

Only because you
gave me a chance.

And what if he fails again?
What then?

What if he doesn't?

[birds twittering]

[Tricki snorting]

[Tricki yaps]

Ah, my boofums!
[she chuckles]

Oh, my boofums is home?

My goodness! He feels like
a sack of spanners.

He must be starving.

Tricki's been on a carefully regulated diet
and his condition's much improved.

And we've taken a lot of walks
this last week, haven't we, Tricki?

Doesn't he just love
his Uncle Tris?

Remember his diet,
Mrs Pumphrey.

Yes, yes!
Two cups of dried biscuits

and ONLY brown meat!

Bye, Tricki.

- Mrs Pumphrey.
- Darling...

Oh!

Mmm! Mummy loves you.

Oh, James will take you
on to the station.

There's no sense
in all of us being there.

No, I suppose not.

[Mrs Pumphrey fawns
over Tricki-Woo]

I'll see you at Christmas then.

Yep.

[Mrs Pumphrey laughs]
Mummy loves you! Yes, she does.

What?

You're not waiting for a hug?
We're not huggers now, are we?

Oh, God, no!

- There's still the small matter of the...
- Oh, yes, of course.

[Tricki yaps]

Isn't that lovely?

God, I'm going to eat
some of this. Yes!

Yummy!

- Unbelievable!
- I can't begin to tell you what this means.

I won't let you down.

It is the definition of insanity doing
the same thing over and over again

and expecting
a different result.

- Siegfried, what's happening?
- It's not you, Tris.

I've seen with my own eyes what you can achieve
when you put your mind to it.

- It's these damn tutors letting you down.
- No, no, they really haven't.

- They're all first rate.
- I'll teach you.

Come winter you can sit your
exams again under my guidance

and no doubt
you'll sail through!

[Mrs Hall] You're back!

- What have you forgotten?
- That my brother's a lunatic.

Siegfried's decided
to tutor Tristan himself.

You're staying!

Oh, dear. You know,
that must be hard

It's going to be torture.

I'm sure he means well.

- [James] I, for one, are glad you're staying.
- The only reason he's doing it

is to punish me,
for what I have no idea.

Maybe it's because you lied
about passing your exams?

I didn't lie, technically.

- You do drink his best whisky.
- I honestly can't tell the difference.

- Well, that makes it worse!
- What about the time you spent all his money in the Drovers?

- What's that?
- Nothing, Mrs H.

It's just Jim being funny,
trying to be.

- [Siegfried] Tristan!
- Oh, here we go.

Oh, there you are. I brought back someone
very special for your first practical experience.

I'm giddy with anticipation.

- [Clancy growls]
- Mr Farnon.

[Clancy barks and growls]

Clancy means the world
to Mr Mulligan.

[Clancy growls]

I think we owe it
to both of them

to carry out a full physical
examination, don't you?

Right, Clancy.

[Clancy barks, Joe laughs]

Will you look at him smiling?
Reckon he's a fan of yours, Mr Farnon.

[Clancy growls and barks]

Mr Mulligan, does it not scare you
when you hear him growl like...

[Clancy growls]

- [Tristan] Mr Mulligan?
- Ah, good boy.

- Mr Mulligan?
- That's my boy.

There now.

[Clancy pants]

No.

Of course it doesn't.

[growling, then panting]

Siegfried, I think the bark
may be far worse than the bite.

[Tristan chuckles]
Good boy!

Not so fierce, are you? Oh!

Good boy!

Aw!

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