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(man) Hello?

- Hello! Mr Elder? - That's me.

You'll be the vet from Darrowby.

Yes.

Calum Buchanan.

Somebody phoned on your behalf, asking us to call out.

Yes. Sorry I had to do it second-hand, but I'm not on the phone.

No services at all, in fact. But that's how we like it.

Ah, well, I'm not adverse to a bit of solitude myself.

Not everybody's choice, but it's right for us.

My wife and I came up here a couple of years back and we're still here.

- Thriving on it, too. - You've chosen a fine spot.

It's clean and empty. A world's difference from what we left behind.

And how can I help you, Mr Elder?

We thought it time we got some sheep,

so we bought some ewes and a young tup at market.

We'd like you to look them over, and show me this tupping procedure.

- I'd be glad to. Where are they? - They're penned.

- Righto. Let's have a look at them. - Follow me.

Hello? ls anybody there?

- Good heavens. - Oh, Siegfried. Hang on.

Helen, clear a space on that table.

Sorry, darling.

There. Now, then. How about that?

- What do you think of that? - Er... very smart.

You're not going to leave it here, are you?

I don't believe you Herriots know what day it is.

- What do you mean? - A red-letter day.

This is the day that they extend television broadcasting to the Dales.

Oh, yes, of course.

This is an event which we're all duty-bound to witness,

and I thought that if evening surgery went on a bit,

then we'd still... be able to watch the inaugural broadcast here.

- See? - Ah.

Well, we'll be happy to share it with you, won't we?

I wouldn't miss it for the world.

I don't believe you two realise that this is the innovation of the century.

We'll be participating in an historic event.

Just think of it, you two -

probably millions of people watching precisely the same thing

at precisely the same moment.

Fascinating.

There you are. (laughs)

What time is this broadcast exactly, Siegfried?

- Uh... eight o'clock this evening, Helen. - Oh, dear.

It's just Mr Chandler rang. He'd like you to see Don this evening.

- Oh, yes? - He's panting a lot, apparently.

Don? Don?

Don. His dog.

You did say he could ring if his condition deteriorated.

Oh, yes, so I did. That animal's almost on his last legs.

- I'll do the call for you, if you like. - No, James. That's kind of you, but...

in this case I simply must attend.

The old boy has a very touching belief

in my ability to keep Don in the land of the living.

You'll never be back in time for the broadcast, Siegfried.

No, well, there's nothing for it, then.

There we are.

Duty calls.

There. That should let you know whether he's done his job or not.

- I'm very grateful to you, Mr Buchanan. - Happy to lend a hand. And it's Calum.

John. Let the ewes go, Calum.

Right.

Steady, now. Steady.

Steady, girls.

Come on, then. Come on.

That's it.

(John) Go on.

They're fine animals, you know.

So if anything goes wrong, you must get a message to me.

I'll do that. Now, do you have time for a drink before you go?

Not when I'm working, but maybe next time.

I'll look forward to it. Come on, I'll walk you to your car.

Oh.

That's one marked already.

Doesn't hang about, does he?

- (Siegfried) Mr Chandler! - Come in, come in.

- And a very good evening to you. - Aye.

Now.

Good Lord, a television set.

Oh, aye. I won it in t'hunt raffle, Mr Farnon.

- What an extraordinary stroke of luck. - It were t'other prizes I were after.

A whole pound of baccy or happen even a dozen stout.

But what do I get? First prize - that ruddy great thing.

- It's the most marvellous... - It's Don I wanted to talk to you about.

He doesn't seem right to me. Not himsen at all.

Yes, of course, Mr Chandler.

- It's probably his... his heart condition. - Aye.

Come on, old fella. Let's have a... Iet's have a look at you.

Oh!

Yes, well, I'm afraid it's no better, Mr Chandler.

In fact the valvular incompetence is, if anything, more serious.

The old pump simply isn't working properly.

Now we have bronchitis to muddy the brew.

- He's been eating well though. - Yes, he's happy enough in himself.

I tell you what I'm going to do. I'm going to give him an injection to fight the infection

and I'm going to leave you some tablets for the cough.

Ah. It's that dang cough of his. It sets my nerves on edge.

Well, you mustn't let it, Mr Chandler.

That'll do Don no good at all. It might make you ill.

It's not so easy though when you know he could peg out at any minute.

Well, you must just learn to relax, mustn't you?

Should be easy now you have the perfect means to do it.

- How do you reckon that, then? - Your new television set.

Nowt to see on it except some dang test or other. Get more out of watching t'wall.

But today, Mr Chandler, they start broadcasting to the Dales.

At the flick of a switch, you can command, in this remote cottage of yours,

great drama, music, news, sport - the whole range of human activity, in fact.

Indeed, if you were to switch on now, Mr Chandler,

you'd be in time to see the first historic broadcast.

Nay, I can never get a proper picture. Best leave it alone.

- I'd be very happy to demonstrate. - I don't want to put you to any trouble.

It's no trouble at all, I assure you.

Go on, then, if you must.

You just grab hold of this switch and you turn it clockwise until it clicks so.

And that's all there is to it.

- (Chandler) What, just turn that big knob? - (TV) It's an exciting moment.

- Clockwise. - On behalfofthe BBC, we offer...

- Nowt to it, is there? - Simplicity itself.

(stirring music on TV)

- Oh, help yoursen. - Thank you, Mr Chandler.

- Thank you. - ..opens tonight

with the story behind its completion.

Before going north to take charge ofthe outside broadcast unit in the new region,

Derek Burrell-Davis...

- That leg'll need bandaging. - Well done, James.

Well, I'm sure he'll recover.

Problem is, what then?

- I'll look after him, don't worry. - Oh, really? Where?

I'll fix up a bed in the woodshed.

Keep him out of Siegfried's way. He only sees foxes from the saddle of a hunter.

Siegfried is a vet first and a sportsman second.

Hello, my friend.

You must be hungry. Are you hungry?

Here. Nothing but the best.

No?

You can have it later. I'll put it by here.

I'll get you better.

You'll be fine.

You'll be just fine.

- Fox, James. - What?

Fox. The unmistakable aroma of Master Charlie.

Calum found him up near Elder's place yesterday. Been shot.

- He's still on the premises? - He's in the woodshed, actually.

- Is he badly hurt? - He's lost a lot of blood, but he'll live.

Fine, fine. But what then, James? We're talking about a wild fox.

A fox is the wildest of wild creatures.

Trying to keep one captive for whatever reason

is the most unnatural thing one can do.

Yes, well, you'd better talk to Calum about that.

He and the animal seem to have hit it off amazingly well.

He says he's tamed him already.

- Impossible. - What is?

The notion that you can tame a fox, in a single day.

Well, his sitting up all night with him might have helped forge a bond.

- He's still with him. - Those are the danger signs.

We must keep a sharp eye on young Mr Calum,

Iest we be expected to accommodate a wild fox for the duration.

- Morning, Calum. - Morning, Helen.

- How's the vigil? - Well... we heard the dawn chorus.

- You didn't hear the phone ringing. - Was it?

Deirdre rang from Edinburgh three times.

- Deirdre? - Yes.

She doesn't know when she'll be able to get down next.

- She'll let you know as soon as possible. - Aw.

- I said you were having a lads' night out. - What did she say?

Just to make sure you had a good breakfast this morning.

Good morning, everybody.

Hello, Alice.

- Morning, Dick. - Mr Herriot.

- Come in, please. - Right.

- Can you manage? - Aye.

Tell him I should be there between 1 1 :15 and 1 1 :30.

- Morning, Mr Fawcett. - (loudly) Hello, Dick. Good morning.

- How are you? - Oh, thank you for asking, Mr Farnon.

Well done, Dick, well done.

- I must be off. Goodbye. Bye, Dick. - (all) Goodbye.

- Problem with Frisk, is it? - Aye.

He's...

Right, let's have a look.

He's... dead, Mr Herriot.

- Would you like a seat, Mr Fawcett? - Oh. Thank you.

- All right? I'll take that. - Thank you.

- Want this? - Oh, yes, darling. Thanks.

- So, when did this happen, Dick? - I just found him by my bed this morning.

I don't know why I brought him here. I just felt I had to do summat.

Hm.

- Well, there's something there. - Huh?

- Just a faint beat. - I... I thought he were done for.

- It is very weak though. - Might stop any time, you mean?

Yes, afraid so, Dick.

- Is there nowt you can do? - Well, let's just have a proper look.

Well, there's no other sign of any abnormality.

Well... could he have had a stroke or summat?

Well, it's possible, yes. Or a blow on the head, perhaps.

He were right as rain when I went to bed and he didn't go out at night.

Well, I don't understand it either, Dick.

He's alive... just.

I'll give him a stimulant injection. That might help.

I suggest, Dick, you get him straight home,

where he'll need plenty of warmth and plenty of peace and quiet.

Aye, I will.

- All right? - Aye.

- Well, I do hope he comes round, Dick. - Aye.

Well, we'll see.

Thank you for all your help, Mr Herriot.

It's a pleasure, Dick.

Mind how you go.

He didn't look at all well, did he?

All he's got in the world is that cat, and this happens.

Yes, I think I'll pop in and see if he wants any shopping done.

(bagpipes)

Well, he is a little bit worse, Mr Chandler. But it's not serious.

Just me worrying over nowt, Mr Farnon.

No. You were right to call me. We should be alert to every change in his condition.

Still, there is something you can do for me.

Don and me'll miss our favourite programme.

- Programme? - Aye, Muffin the Mule. Have you seen it?

I've heard of it.

Well, I've twiddled all the blasted knobs, but all I get is this.

- Could you have a go? - Me?

You fixed it for me last time. I thought you knew all about it.

- Well, I'm tolerably well informed. - Just a quick look to see what's amiss.

If you insist.

- Music Muffin the Mule - It's back, Mr Farnon.

The picture, it's back. Ruddy heck, you did it, just like I thought you would.

- Oh, grand job. - Well, I hardly think...

Nay, nay, nay. There's no need to explain how, Mr Farnon.

- Only you could've done it. - Hello, everyone.

It was nothing, Mr Chandler. Really, nothing.

Muffin is packing his suitcase to go away on holiday.

Now, what are you doing behind there, Muffin?

A sly cup ofmy tea, as usual.

(James) Hello, Dick.

How is he?

Let's have a look, shall we?

- Good heavens. - What do you think of that, then?

Well, I don't know what to say, Dick.

I'm delighted. It's a miracle.

No, it isn't. It's that injection you gave him. It's worked wonders.

Dick, that injection was a simple stimulant, that's all.

No, I think there's something else behind all this.

Oh, well, who cares what it were as long as it's done the trick.

Yeah.

Main thing is, he's back to himself again.

I can't tell you what that means to me, Mr Herriot.

(Calum hums)

- Go on. - Here.

(Calum) Come on. (hums)

Oh, that's all we need.

(men whistle and call after dogs)

- (man) Come on, then. - (man #2) Come on.

(blows bugle/dogs bark)

Let's get this off, see how you're doing, eh?

That's it. That's it, now.

- How is he? - Come here and have a look.

See?

Mouth didn't get damaged.

And it missed his eye.

And, see? Healed up.

- Looks perfect. - Aye.

When are you going to let him go?

Oh, not just yet.

We're just beginning to get to know each other.

- Think that's wise? - Wise?

The longer you keep him, the harder he'll find it adjusting to the wild.

I know what I'm doing.

- Yes, well... as long as it's the right idea. - What's that supposed to mean?

I don't think you should keep him longer than necessary.

(angrily) Don't you?

No.

- Don't make problems for yourself. - I'm not.

It's that awful world we've made that's the problem.

- Oh, come on. - James, I've looked after lots of animals.

This is no different.

Golden rule, Calum - never get emotionally involved with the patients.

Don't patronise me, James.

I will not have you or anyone else telling me what to think or what to feel.

- If that's how it seems, I apologise. - (sighs)

I'm sorry. I know you mean well, but...

maybe it's my business, eh?

James...

I do appreciate what you said.

I'll see you later.

(PA) Your Conservative Party will not nationalise yourland.

We'll cut taxes, not increase them.

We'll help the hill farmers, not hinder them.

Your Conservative Party believes in helping you to help yourself.

Ourpriority is to increase...

- Hello, Mr Herriot. - Hello.

- James. - Yes, darling?

- Has Calum said anything about Deirdre? - Should he have?

- About her coming down to stay? - No.

- It's very strange. I've just seen her. - Really?

She's just driven past me.

- I expect there's a simple explanation. - Yes, I suppose so.

Don't say anything to Calum, eh? He's in a bit of a state about that fox.

Oh, yes, yes, I know. No, don't worry.

(PA) We'll cut taxes, not increase them.

We'll help the hill farmers, not hinder them.

Your Conservative Party believes in helping you to help yourself.

Helen? Look what I found on the doorstep.

- Deirdre! - Hello, Helen.

How lovely to see you. Are you stopping long?

- Not long. - You'll stay here, of course.

- I don't want to put you to any trouble. - It's no trouble.

I'd love to, but I'm already booked into the Excelsior.

Ooh, the Excelsior! Oh, I see.

I'm here on ministry business, Calum, so I've got to be close by.

- Have they got you 24 hours a day now? - Well, yes. Something like that.

Anyway, um... you can tell me all about it tonight.

Would you mind very much if it were tomorrow night?

I'm going to put the kettle on while you two work out your movements.

Calum, it's wonderful to see you.

Maybe we could go somewhere really special tomorrow. I'd like to talk to you.

What have they brought you up here to do?

It's technical stuff to do with the science lab at the ministry.

- What kind of technical stuff? - It's just routine, Calum.

- Oh, what is this, an interrogation? - No!

- I thought you'd be pleased to see me. - I'm sorry.

It's all right. It was my fault. I should've explained.

- It would've helped. - It was all very sudden, my being here.

And here was me thinking you'd come all that way just to see me.

Oh, Calum. I've missed you.

(doors opens)

Oh, excuse me. Deirdre, there's a gentleman called Antony on the phone.

Oh! Excuse me.

She looks well, doesn't she?

Yes. Very well.

- (Deirdre) Yes, that would be wonderful. - Excuse me.

(Deirdre) Goodbye.

- I'm sorry, I have to leave straightaway. - What?

- Not even time for a cup of coffee? - No, Helen, sorry.

- Bye-bye. - Calum, I...

Oh, I know. What a busy life we lead.

I'll come round tomorrow at seven, then, shall I?

- Bye-bye, Helen. - Bye-bye.

- Antony? - Yes, that was the name he used.

A local call?

Well, it's not for me to speculate, Calum.

Nor you, if you've got any sense.

No.

(cheery song on radio)

(knock at door)

- (knock) - (Helen) Mr Fawcett?

Huh?

Oh, it's you, Mrs Herriot.

Mr Fawcett, I just came to see if you needed anything.

Oh. That's very kind of you, Mrs Herriot,

but Nurse Duggan gets me all I want.

- She looks after you all right, then? - Aye.

She's a grand lass.

She certainly is.

- Frisk? - Ah.

I'd been wondering where that little fella had got to.

Mr Fawcett, I'm afraid it's happened again.

Huh?

- (Deirdre laughs) - (man) Aw, come on.

(Deirdre) Don't be silly.

It's the same as before - no sign of any abnormality.

It's got me beat.

Looks as though he needs another of those magic injections of yours.

They had nothing to do with it. At least, I don't think they did.

Still, seemed to work last time.

He's a perfectly healthy cat.

There has to be an explanation.

It must have happened after I woke up to take my medicine.

He was all right then.

Worse than an alarm clock, this little fella.

He knows to the minute when I should be standing to.

What's t'outlook for him, Mr Herriot?

His pulse rate is practically nonexistent. He may not respond to the stimulant.

Our only hope is to nail the cause.

What do you think?

- I've no idea what's causing it. - No - Mr Fawcett.

He's been going steadily downhill ever since all this started.

That cat is the only thing that keeps him going.

I've got to get this sorted out, Helen.

Hello.

- Hello, Deirdre. - You're not ready.

- No, I'm not. - But I thought we were going out tonight.

- Well, I thought it would be much better... - Listen. It's very important that we talk.

I'd agree with that. Very, very important.

Well, it won't take you long to get ready.

I've had a better idea. Why don't we eat here?

Oh, Calum. But I wanted it to be somewhere special tonight.

It will be. We're dining in the woodshed.

The woodshed?

Yes. I've spent hours cleaning it out.

Calum...

I've prepared dinner for two.

Well, three, actually.

He was feeling in need of company tonight, you see.

Oh, he's beautiful, Calum.

Mm-hm.

- How was your day, then? - Not bad.

Quite good, actually.

How was Antony's day?

And I suppose Antony dropped you offjust now?

- Yes! - Did he buy you your lunch?

Have you been spying on me, Calum?

No. But I drove all the way over to Mannerton today

so as I could buy you your lunch.

Oh, Calum.

- His full name is Christopher Antony. - (scoffs)

- He runs the science lab at the ministry. - (mockingly) Christopher Antony.

He knew that I wanted to come back to Darrowby

so that I could be with you.

So he phoned me last week in Edinburgh.

His assistant resigned suddenly

and he wanted to put my name forward for her job.

That's what I've been doing for the past three days - being interviewed.

So, what about Mr Antony?

He's been guiding me through the selection maze at the ministry.

Oh, he's been a good friend, Calum.

He believes that I'm right for the job.

And are you? Right for the job?

Well, they seem to think so.

What is the point of me being in Edinburgh when you're down here?

No point at all.

I got the job, Calum.

You mean... you're coming back here?

I start next week.

That's why I didn't tell you before. It wasn't certain I would get it,

and I didn't want to raise your hopes.

Do you feel better now?

- Yes. - Oh.

- (knock at door) - Aye?

- Hello, Dick. - (laughs)

- What do you think of him, Mr Herriot? - Ooh.

I couldn't wait to see your face.

Well, he's done it again.

Eh. You, not him, lad.

It's you that keeps bringing him round with those magic injections of yours.

Oh.

I wish you had summat as good for me.

I told you, Dick. It's got nothing to do with those injections.

- So what about you? Feeling better? - (sighs) Mustn't grumble.

My time of life, it's only natural to take a knock now and then.

- How are you managing? - Never done better,

what with Nurse Duggan and neighbours and Mrs Herriot.

Oh, but...

I'm only worried that it'll happen again - the attacks, I mean.

Do you think that he'll come round next time?

I don't know, Dick.

I've never seen this before.

Let's just hope it's a passing phase and we've seen the last of it, eh?

- Hello, Mr Herriot. - Morning, Nurse.

- He's keeping us both busy, then? - Mm.

- (James) He does look very ill. - Yes.

Poor old chap. It's a great shame, really.

- Is it serious? - Yes, it is.

- Terminal? - I'm afraid so, Mr Herriot.

Do you know, I had no id...

- He never said a word to me. - That's him all over - game as anything.

- Is he in pain? - A bit, now and then.

But we're keeping him as comfortable as possible.

I give him a shot when it's necessary

and we left him some stuff he can take himself.

The thing is, he's so shaky he can't put it onto the spoon,

and too independent to let me help him.

So he puts it on a saucer and spoons it up that way. Do you see?

- A saucer? - Mm.

- What's in it? - Um... diamorphine. The usual.

That's it!

(knocks at door)

Dick!

Mr Herriot. Forgotten summat, have you?

No. That medicine Nurse Duggan gives you, is it sweet-tasting?

Aye, nice and sweet. No trouble taking it at all.

All right, all right.

Now, when you take it at night, do you ever leave any of it?

Only that that I can't spoon up, like. Why do you ask?

And you leave the saucer by the bed, where Frisk sleeps?

Aye.

By heck. You don't mean t'little beggar...

Exactly! He's been finishing it off and it's knocked him out.

- Like it does me, you mean? - A bit more profoundly in his case, I think.

And he'll never pass out like that again?

As long as you leave the saucer out of his reach.

Aye, I will.

You made my day, Mr Herriot.

I got nowt to worry about now.

We've got a wee bit of a walk ahead, but you'll like what you'll find at the end of it.

Come on, then.

What do you reckon, then, Mr Farnon?

His lungs are severely impaired, Mr Chandler.

It's serious, then.

Yes. His bronchitis has developed into pneumonia

and in a dog of his age, of course that is very serious.

I didn't notice it getting worse. Not until this morning, that is.

Now, Don's kennel out of doors, is it in good repair?

- Oh, aye. I made it mesen. - We must get him out there without delay.

What he needs is fresh air,

a warm, comfortable place to rest

and a body jacket to keep out the chill.

Now, I've got a supply of new M&B tablets for you here.

These and the best of nursing will give him every chance to pull through.

If you have a bit of blanket or an old jersey,

we can start making him a body jacket.

Aye. I'll go right away.

You poor old thing. You're not feeling well, are you?

How do you like it here, then?

It's all right.

It's all right.

That's it.

Come on.

Go on.

Come on.

Go on.

Go on. Shoo.

Oh, Calum.

Well, that's just about ideal. That's all we can do for the moment,

but if his condition worsens, let me know immediately. Understand?

Aye. What are his chances, Mr Farnon?

It's very difficult to say.

I've known dogs with a heart condition who've gone on for years.

Equally, apparently healthy animals have gone out like a light.

Aye. Aye, I see.

When all's said and done, it frequently boils down to the will to live,

and Don certainly doesn't lack that.

Aye. Well, I'll always hope for t'best, but... it's a bit depressing, like,

thinking ahead to what it might be like - without him, I mean.

A day at a time, Mr Chandler.

You'll be surprised how many days that can add up to.

I don't believe it. You are supposed to be a wild animal.

Come here. Come on, come on.

(sighs) Wait here, Deirdre.

So, er... when will you be back?

Next Sunday. For good.

(bus horn)

- Look after yourself, mind. - Aye, I will. You too.

I'd better go.

Deirdre... Deirdre.

Yes?

You wouldn't consider marrying me, would you?

- What, now? - No.

Would you consider the notion?

Yes. I'd consider the notion.

- Does that mean we're engaged? - Yes.

You'll have to wait for the ring, though.

Fine.

- We'll talk about it when I get back. - Right.

Bye, Calum.

Bye-bye.

- Deirdre... - I love you, too, Calum!

- (bell) - I've got to go.

- Goodbye, Deirdre! - Bye!

Oh!

- Come on, gentlemen. Time. - Calum.

- Drink up, please. - John!

It's great to see you in Darrowby. You should've let me know you were coming.

- Can I get you a drink? - I've come about the fox. Is that him?

Aye, that's him. Oh, he's... he's yours?

Yes, he is. I found him abandoned as a cub.

- Gradually, I managed to tame him. - That explains a lot.

I'd heard you'd rescued a wild fox. Never thought for a minute it was Rusty.

But one of the old boys up my way thought he saw him with you.

Thank God he's safe.

Oh, what a pity. I wish you'd told me sooner.

I don't understand. You have him, don't you?

Well, having found him in the wild, I assumed he was wild.

You're too late, John. I let him go this morning.

What? But he's tame. He couldn't possibly survive in the wild for any length of time.

- Where did you release him? - Senna forest.

- Can you take me there? - Aye, I can.

But we'll have to hurry or we'll miss the light.

- You think we won't find him? - Maybe not.

But he might be able to find us. Come on.

Right. This is as close as we can get.

- Why do you need that? - Ha ha! You'll see.

Hold those for me, would you?

Come on! Come on!

Come on! Come on!

Come on!

Giddy-up!

(imitates plane)

- That was Nurse Duggan on the phone. - Trouble with Frisk again?

No.

No, they've taken Mr Fawcett into hospital.

Apparently he's very near the end.

He's given his cat to Nurse Duggan.

He is near the end then.

He lived for that cat.

Whoa. Whoa.

- We'll walk it from here, all right? - Absolutely fine.

Come on. Come on.

This is where I left him, just here.

- What happens now? - Well...

You take a hold of those and I play the bagpipes.

Don't worry. There's method in the madness.

(bagpipes)

He's very weak. Don't stay very long.

Thank you.

Hello, Dick.

(chuckles)

Mr Herriot.

Mrs Herriot.

Hello, Mr Fawcett.

We were just passing, and...

Oh.

I don't know why you took the trouble.

I shouldn't be keeping folk from their business.

(James) Nonsense.

Still... I'm glad you found out what ailed t'little cat.

Mm. So am I.

(Dick) Nurse Duggan's got him now.

- He'll have a good home there, then. - Mm.

She's a good woman.

Do you remember, Mr Herriot, when I first had him?

Of course I do.

He turned up at my doorstep

Iike a king come to claim his throne.

And you said... you said maybe he wouldn't stay.

But you were wrong.

Aye. That you were. (laughs)

(moans)

Wish I had him with me now.

Aye, that I do.

I'm sure he'd want that too.

Frisk.

Frisk.

Frisk.

(bagpipes)

(whispers) It's him.

Oh, John. Looks like you've found your fox.

Amazing. I don't know how to thank you.

Er...

I think you'd better go and get him before he changes his mind.

Wait!

I hate to tell you this, but, er...

I think your fox has found himself a very wild-looking mate.

But he's a tame animal.

(Calum) Well, as one of my colleagues once said

the fox is the wildest of wild things, at heart.

Aye. They're a pair, those two.

Didn't take him long, did it?

What am I going to do, Calum?

Well, it's up to you to decide where he really belongs.

I think... he's already decided.

Don't you?

You try not to worry. I'll come at once.

Thank goodness you're there. I need your help. Can you come with me?

- Yes. - Would you open that box of adrenaline

and fish out some M&B in case he's still alive.

What is it?

Old Chandler just rang. He's absolutely distraught.

Don's heart's finally given out?

He was too upset to go into details, but it's obviously the end of the road for Don.

It's amazing he's lasted so long. Please, we must hurry.

- It's done, it's done. - Right.

Dreadful thing, having to close the book on a much-loved animal.

And on a man I've known ever since I came to Darrowby.

- What? Not Dick Fawcett? - We were at the hospital when he died.

Oh, James, I'm sorry.

It's horridly sad for you. For all of us.

Do you know, I'm not at all sure that old Chandler will survive the loss of his dog.

(Siegfried) Here we are, Mr Chandler!

Oh, come in, Mr Farnon.

Oh, Mr Herriot.

- Hello, Mr Chandler. - We came as soon as we could.

Very decent of you both, I'm sure. I'm right sorry to bother you.

No, no, no. It is no sort of bother.

- Well, I don't know how to... - No, no. I quite understand. Where is he?

What's that?

Don, Mr Chandler. Where is he?

Oh, Don. He's under t'kitchen table, Mr Farnon.

Let's see.

Good Lord.

- Well, I don't understand. - He looks amazingly healthy for his years.

Oh, aye, he is. Them tablets worked a treat.

Nay, nay, it isn't our dog I called you out for.

It's flipping television. It's gone on t'blink again.

And he's the only one that can fix it, Mr Herriot. Isn't that so, Mr Farnon?