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Good morning.
- Good morning.

Smells good.
- Breakfast won't be long.

Marvellous. Marvellous.

Good morning, Tris.
- Hm?

I said, good morning.
- Morning, James.

Are you all right?
- Quite.

You don't look it.
- I said I'm quite all right, James.

I'll do the rest.
- Right.

Will we wait for Mr Farnon?
- Oh, yes.

Isn't he back yet?
- I don't know.

Have you seen
any sign of him, Tris?

Sorry, what's that?
- Siegfried. Is he back yet?

Back from where?
- The keep fit campaign.

He's been at it for a week.
- No, I haven't seen him.

You're a bit subdued
this morning, Tris.

Yes, I noticed that.
- Sorry, I just feel a bit rough.

Do you want your breakfast now?
- I'm not hungry.

No breakfast? Now I am worried.
Tris, are you...

For heaven's sake, James,
can't you leave it alone?

Sorry.

Uh! Good morning, little brother.

What was that about?
- I think he's a bit off colour.

I'm not surprised
with his seedy life.

I'll have to have words with him.

Are you ready for your breakfast?
- Lord, yes, I'm famished!

How was your ride?

Marvellous. A early morning gallop
gets the red corpuscles multiplying.

I'll take your word for it.
- Do more - take a leaf from my book.

Oh, yes?
- Exercise, James.

Hard physical exercise and clean air.

Does the dogs
a world of good, too.

Work is all the exercise I need,
or want, actually.

Complacency is the first sign
of the rot setting in.

Rot?

Remember the lessons
of our school days -

a sound mind
stems from a healthy body.

It may sound schoolmasterish
but there's a lot of sense in it.

I am perfectly fit.

It's that old devil complacency,
James.

Now when did you last take stock -

I mean, really analyse
what's wrong with you?

That's no good
in our active profession.

Siegfried, I assure you...

You may delude yourself
but I know the signs.

What signs?

Reluctance to get up in the morning.
Where's the post?

There. That's only when
I've worked all night.

I'm telling you for your own good.
- Well, I'm telling you...

No, James, won't wash.
- Dammit!

There's another sign -
not facing facts and being irritable.

I promise you,
I know exactly how you feel.

I wouldn't bet on it.
- I can accept this bad temper

and sharpness,
because I understand it.

But what about the clients, James?

How are the clients going to feel
when you start taking it out on them?

You think I'm rude to our clients?

See? Your nervous system is so frayed

that even a friend's candid
observation is taken as an insult.

You'd try the patience of a saint!

It's just your physical condition
leaves a great deal to be desired.

But you're not as bad as Tristan.
- Thanks!

But you could
usefully follow my example.

Not only would your outlook
become more tranquil

but every aspect of your life

would take on a new breadth
and clarity.

Breakfast is served.
- Oh, splendid lady.

James.
- Oh, hello, Tris.

I'm sorry about earlier.
- It's OK. We all have off moments.

I've had a shock. I need some advice.

What's wrong?
- I can't say now.

Meet at the Drovers later?
- Yes.

Ah, Tristan. There are a few boxes
at the station.

Would you pick them up?
- Yes.

And you've not got the day off.
- What do you mean?

No turning a simple errand
into a prolonged absence.

If I'm that unreliable, why send me?

I'm simply asking you to hurry
because we need the supplies.

Well, you don't have to worry.
- But I do worry.

Instructions
must be spelled out to you.

Oh, I'm an idiot?
- Just do what you're told.

I'm not a witless oaf!
- Listen...

Do you want me to go?
- Yes!

All right. I'll go.
- Before I lose my temper!

Good God, James.

What the hell has got into him?
- Don't know.

Did I do or say
anything to offend him?

No, you were pretty much
your usual self.

Might he be ill?
He's been behaving oddly.

Perhaps he's under the weather.

I knew all that booze, nicotine
and lack of sleep would get him.

It's had no effect till now.

Quite. But now the chickens
have come home to roost.

It's what I said earlier.
It's a deadly equation -

an unsound body equals
an erratic mind.

Come on. Sound or unsound,
we all have our off moments.

What if you know how to prevent it?

I can't force you or Tristan
to follow my example.

I just hope common sense
prevails in the end.

Aye, it's as I says.

But Mr Herriot was quite certain.

Well, young Mr Herriot's very well
with cattle and such like,

but he's got a lot to learn
about dogs and cats.

I'll have words to say to him.
- I'm sure he did his best.

Leaving poor Midge
to suffer like that.

There we are.
Should be fine now.

Bye, Mr Hardcastle.

Next, please.

Hello, Mr Bantock.

Would you put Midge
on the table, please?

Well, how is she?

Oh, yes. Definitely on the mend.

Mr Herriot,
I have words to say to you.

Mm-hmm?
- I have a complaint to make.

A very serious complaint.
- What's wrong?

I strongly object
to your callousness.

That's the word, callousness.

What do you mean?
- You know.

Or if you don't,
you've no right to be doing your job.

Steady on.
- No, you hear me out!

I don't take kindly to no one -

least of all a vet - who causes
an animal unnecessary suffering.

What suffering?

When I bought Midge in to see you,
she was very lame.

I'm referring to your treatment
on that occasion.

How did she suffer?
- Her leg was dangling.

Yes. I recommended
the correct treatment.

Treatment? I now know
that her leg was broken

and you should've put it in plaster.

Who said it was broken?
- Someone smart, I reckon.

You reckon wrong, Mr Bantock.

This dog has a radial paralysis
caused by a blow to the ribs.

It's not broken.

Not broken?
- No, of course not.

But she trails her leg
when she walks.

I know and that's typical
in cases like this.

It looks broken but it's not.
- But...

If it was, she'd be in pain.
- I guess so.

Has she shown any sign of it?
- No.

So follow my treatment
and she'll recover.

It's just that this lady
seemed to be so sure of her facts.

Lady, Mr Bantock?

Aye, that one out there
in the waiting room.

Not a Mrs Donovan?
- Aye, I think that's her name.

Just a few spoonfuls of this

and he'll soon have
his appetite back.

Bye, Mr Bantock.

Lovely day, Mr Herriot.
- Is it, Mrs Donovan?

Aye. Never seen
such a run-down creature before.

Ah, run-down, is he?
- Aye.

The tongue. You can always tell
by the colour of the tongue.

What are you feeding that dog?
- My own patent nostrum, Mr Herriot.

Just the job for a dog
without an appetite.

You might like to know
he has a gastric upset.

Never mind, Mr Herriot.
This'll buck him up.

I really must ask you to stop.

Aye. There.

That should do it.
Feel better now, do you, my pet?

I can see you do.

Take Trigger
into the surgery, please.

Come on.
- Off you go.

Now, Mrs Donovan...

I've spoken to you
about this kind of thing before.

I'm not sure I take your meaning.

I know mean well but really!

We can't have you
interfering with our patients.

Interfering, Mr Herriot?
That's a strange word to use.

Especially since all I do
is relieve animal suffering.

But you're unqualified.
You might make mistakes.

I don't do it for myself,
just for the animals.

There ain't a law
against that, is there?

I'm always around when I'm needed.

Yes. Yes, I know. And I'm sure
we all appreciate what you do.

So we'll say no more about it,
shall we?

Good. Well...
have you brought Rex in to see me?

Oh, Rex!
He needs nothing from nobody.

Going on 15 and sound as a bell.

Aren't you, my pet?
- Fine.

Now, you must leave us
to get on with our work.

Of course. I just thought I'd pop in
and see if I could help.

Thanks, but I think we can manage.
- Aye.

Oh, sorry.

Hello, Tris.
- Oh, hello, James.

Can I get you one?
- No, thanks. Not for me.

Oh. Betty, could I have a pint
when you have time?

Right you are. I'll bring it over.

All right, let's have it.

I'm in a ghastly fix, James.
- What's happened?

This is terrible, Tris.
- Yes.

Failed in medicine and surgery.

But how could it happen?
- Here you are, Mr Herriot.

Thank you, Betty.

That's it.
- Thank you very much.

How? You're superb on practical.
You absorb theory like a sponge.

I thought I knew it all.
But knowing it here

is different than reeling it off
in the examiner's room.

Let's face it, I was scared.

Drinking didn't help.
- I thought the exam went well.

I had to believe that
with Siegfried watching me.

He doesn't know yet?
- No, but he will.

You know how he'll be.
- He'll have to accept it.

After all the effort
he put into preparing me?

No, it's asking too much of him.

It's not just my ability,
it's Siegfried's pride.

He'll take it as a mortal insult.

He'll fume and rant
but he'll come round.

You can resit the exam.

He'll skin me alive
and throw out what's left.

This has happened before.
- I won't take it!

If he goes for me, I'll fight back.

We won't be able to live
in the same house.

You're exaggerating.
- No.

Then see it doesn't come to that.
- How?

Well, I don't know.
Be nice to him. Work hard.

Make yourself indispensable.
Change your way of life.

Do anything you can to make him
realise how much he needs you.

Then when the crunch comes...
- That's brilliant!

What is?
- Of course! That's it!

Evening, Siegfried. Had a good day?

Fine, thanks. You off somewhere?

I'm taking a jog before dinner.

My word! That's somewhat brave.

I've been feeling slack.
It's time I took myself in hand.

Spanking good idea.
- Would you care to join me?

Not just at the moment.
- Right you are.

Would you like tea
before your ride in the morning?

I'll be off long before...
- 5:30am too early?

Tea at half past five?
- Yes. Just before my dawn run.

Tristan, you are feeling OK?
- Fine, thanks.

Hello, James. Could you cancel
my fag order from the Drovers?

Cancel them?
- Yes. Tell Betty I've given up.

She'll understand.
- Right.

Bye, now!

James, I did see what I saw
just now, didn't I?

You mean the keep fit thing?

Precisely.
- He's been talking about it.

He's seen how it's helped you.
- Really?

Hm.
- Quite extraordinary.

Tristan's cunning. He'll have
Siegfried eating out of his hands.

I think it's wicked
deceiving Siegfried.

Tristan will only make it worse
if he's caught out.

You're just as bad, encouraging him.

If Siegfried found out
Tristan had failed his exam,

this house would be a battlefield.

Poor Siegfried's being used.
- Poor Sieg...

Have you ever seen him boiling over?

Siegfried out for blood
is terrifying.

Oh, nonsense.
He's a sweet, charming man.

A typical woman's opinion.

You only see the side
you want to see.

Of course, to a woman,
Siegfried is always a charmer.

He's your friend.
- Yes, and so is Tristan.

In this situation,
Tristan needs the help most.

I won't have anything to do with it.

This is the only way
to relieve a nasty situation

with the least damage.
- It all depends on Tristan, then.

Hm.
- Hey!

Look what I found!

Oh, no.
- Yes!

That has to last the week!

The rule is all loose change
in the piggy bank.

Leave me enough for a drink.
- Sorry, darling.

We're doing really well!

Yes. Let's not get carried away.

What's so wrong
with getting carried away, hm?

Well, now you come to mention it,

nothing at all.

Come on, boy! Whoa!

Come on! Whoa!

Good morning, Tristan!

Wonderful morning!
- Indeed!

Good to see you taking exercise.
You can still surprise me!

Oh, yes! No trouble!
- I never thought it possible!

Marvellous!

What the deuce...
- Have you lost something?

My equipment's disappeared.
I left them in their usual places.

Hang on.

Great Scott.

Tristan, are those mine?

Yes, they were lying about.
Thought I'd wash and brush them.

Damned fine job you've made of it.

We can't let expensive equipment
go to ruin.

Yes, quite.

You don't mind
I've made them a home?

Your initiative staggers me.
It's gratifying.

I've also reorganised the drug stock.

How?
- When the new batches come in,

we usually put them in front so
the old stock's left unused.

All new supplies will be moved
in rotation. Cuts out waste.

Brilliant. Brilliant!

Oh, I thought you were all out.

Here we are.

I've just taken this message.
- Thank you.

Oh, Tristan, could you ask James

if he could fit in a visit
to Fairley's at Otterdale?

What is it?
- Removing a cow's stitches.

There's no road, so it'll take me
too long to get there.

That's all right. I'll go.
- What? How? You have no car.

I'll take the bicycle
as far as I can, then walk.

Do you know how long that'll take?
- So long as the job is done.

Well, thank you, Tristan.

Oh, it's a pleasure, Siegfried.
Well, I'd better make a start.

Oh, the hero's returned.

I am absolutely whacked. Done in.

An eight-mile trek
with snow clouds looming above me.

Very noble of you, Tristan.

When I think of what I'm going
through to keep him off my neck.

Don't spoil it now. He's impressed.

So he should be.
It's wearing me down.

Helen, give Mr Handshaw a ring,
will you?

Tristan, you're back already?
- Yes. Mission accomplished.

Excellent.

Yes, Helen, give Handshaw a call
and cancel my visit, will you?

He's not on the phone.
- Damn! Yes.

He'll be expecting you.
- James and I are so busy.

Tristan, you wouldn't do it for us,
would you?

Run a tuberculin test
on Handshaw's herd?

Yes, of course, Siegfried.

Excellent! You weren't busy?

I did have a date with Connie
but work must come first.

Splendid attitude. Anyway, if you
rush off now, you'll make the date.

On my way.
- Coming, James!

Right, I'll take over.
- Thanks.

Come on, pussnums.
- Pull him tight.

Right.
- That's got it.

This place is like
Piccadilly Circus today.

Could you come back?
I'll have to take that.

Thank you.

Mrs Hall!

Oh, Mrs Donovan, how are you?

Oh, Mr Farnon, it's Rex.
He's been run over.

Oh, bring him in.

Clear the decks, James.
Dog's been run over.

Mrs Donovan's Rex.

There we are.
- Put him down gently.

He slipped his lead, you see.
He's never done it before.

The wheel went right over him.

Massive internal haemorrhage.
Saline, please.

Yes.

He's dead, in't he?

I'm afraid so, Mrs Donovan.

Oh.

My poor, poor Rex.

Mrs Donovan, come inside
and sit down for a bit. Come on.

Sorry to keep you waiting like that.
Shan't be a moment.

Always hate this part of it.

Drink this, Mrs Donovan.

You don't think he suffered, do you?

No, I'm certain he didn't.

Poor Rex.

Whatever shall I do without him?

He had a very good life.

Aye.

We travelled many a mile together,
Rex and me.

Do you know,

he hated to see other animals suffer.

It's true... that he did.

You could tell.

He was happy when we relieved
some poor animal's pain.

I know it's a bit soon
to mention this, Mrs Donovan,

but my advice is that you get
another dog.

No. No, I couldn't do that.

Rex meant too much to me.

I couldn't let another
take his place.

Well, that's how you feel now,
Mrs Donovan.

No.

Rex was my own faithful friend.

I couldn't betray him.

No. I'll never have
another dog again.

Good morning, Mr Handshaw!

All ready, are they?

Ready and waiting
these good few hours.

Right, then.
- They're not in there.

Not in there?
Then where are they, Mr Handshaw?

You can't keep cows in all the time.
A bit of snow does 'em good.

I have a lot of visits to make.

You were asked...
- T'ain't so.

You got the letter?
- Yes. You asked me to be ready.

And here I am,
ready and waiting, ain't I?

So you are. Trouble is,
it's your cattle I've come to test.

So can we have them inside, please?

Don't worry. We'll get 'em in.
Won't take a jiffy. Come on.

Come on, young mister.
I can't hang about here all day!

I hope they're well behaved.

Cush, cush.

Cush, cush, cush!

Cush, cush!

Cush! Cush! Cush!
- Cush. Hey!

Cush. Cush. No!
- Hey, hey.

Oh!

Damn!

They don't want to go inside.
I told you, didn't I?

We have to have them inside,
Mr Handshaw.

Well, we can but try. Come on.

Hey.
- Cush.

Hey, there.
- Cush. Cush. Cush.

Cush.

Cush.
- Cush! Cush!

Cush! Aww.

We're never going to get
this lot done.

There's only one way to do it.

What's that?

Sam Broadbent.
He'll give you his warble fly.

His what?
- His warble fly.

Young mister's fretting.
Can't get t'cows into t'barn.

Oh, aye?
- Can you move them?

Eh?

Oh, aye.

Now, Mr Broadbent?

Aye.

Cows are over there, Sam.

Aye.

Can you get him to get a move...
- Shh, shh. Sam's thinking.

There ain't much
else Sam can do...

but by God he can imitate
that warble fly, all right.

It's a rotten business, James.

Darrowby won't be the same
without Mrs Donovan and Rex

burning up the pavements
seeking out suffering animals.

She said
she doesn't want another dog.

She's remarkable in many ways.
Tiresome too, when she interferes.

But her heart's in the right place.
- Yes.

It'll take more than losing Rex
to keep her down.

Ah, Tristan. What kept you?
- There were a few problems.

Nothing we couldn't handle.
- You dealt with the cattle?

Every last one of them.
- What a good fellow you are.

You're a tower of strength.
- Connie rang several times.

Oh, I'd better move
or she'll have my hide.

Bath, then I'm on my way.

Oh, I ran into Jeff Hawkins today.

His boy, Trevor, sat his exams
at the same time as you.

Oh?
- Yeah.

Trevor's passed.
He got his results a few days ago.

Good for Trevor.

It's odd you've not got your results.

Paperwork probably got tangled up.

It's these red tape set-ups.
Must be on my way.

Why on earth...

Oh, Connie.

Hello. Is Tristan in?
- Isn't he with you?

No. He's kept me
hanging about for ages.

Do you know where he is?
- No.

Hello, Connie.
- Oh, hello, Helen. I'm sorry.

Oh, when I get my hands on him!
He knew what time we were expected.

Did you see Tristan leave?
- No.

Is he still in the house?

I don't know. I'll check.
- No.

If he's there, I have words
to say to him in private.

Yes, but...
- Tristan, where are you?

In here.
- Where?

Connie, sorry! I fell asleep!

Then good night to you, too,
Tristan Farnon!

You spoke to Helen, eh?
- In here.

Sorry I'm late.
- That's OK.

What's wrong?
- It's a cruelty case.

My God.
- Yeah. You look at his back end.

Pressure sores.

Let's have him up on the table,
can we, please?

That's better. Thanks.

They're gangrenous, as well.

His sternum and ribs are affected.

How did you find him?
- A lady reported it.

She heard him whimpering.

It's only young, too -
a year old, I'd say.

I believe he's been chained here
since he was a pup.

I hope you throw the book at someone.

There's not much I can do.

It's a case
of diminished responsibility.

The owner's simple. We can only
ensure he has no more animals.

Yes.

Mr Herriot, good morning.
- Hello.

This is the woman who told me.
- You know everything going on.

Poor creature. Breaks the heart
to see such suffering.

You'll have to put him down?

Yes, he'd never find a home
like this.

Nay, Mr Herriot,
there's nowt wrong with him

that me own patent nostrums
can't put to rights.

The heart's sound enough.

He'd be a lovely dog given a chance.

I'm afraid he won't get that chance.

With no one to care for him,
he'll have to be put down.

You can't.
- I've no choice, you see.

Well, unless we can find someone
to care for him.

And in that condition,
well, who'd want him?

I do. I can make him better,
I know I can!

I don't think you could cope...
- Not cope!

I've coped with animals for years.

I'm not the one to ask, really.
It's the RSPCA - Mr Halliday.

Inspector, you let me have him

and I'll soon show you
what a healthy dog looks like.

Excuse me, madam.

Mr Herriot?
- Yes.

I can't just hand over
an animal in that condition.

The poor beggar's
had one bad break already.

Don't worry. She's a funny old stick

but she's the perfect owner
for that dog.

His name's Roy, Mr Herriot.
That's a bit like Rex, in't it?

Yes, just like Rex,
the way it rolls off the tongue.

Can I have him, then?

I'll get him to the surgery
for some attention first.

All right, Mrs Donovan.

Oh, it's gonna be all right,
Roy, my pet.

All right. Do you hear?

Ah, there you are. Now, James...
- Won't be a moment.

You're not going to shift that.

I got it messing about
with that dog earlier.

Huh? Well, I think
I've got just the thing for you.

Oh?
- Here, try some of that.

Oh.

UCM? Universal Cattle Mixture?

Yes, it's the universal specific.
Not just for bovines.

It also cures hangover,
insomnia, lumbago, bunions...

and clears
even the most resistant stains.

Now, go on. Give it a go.

No, James. Come on.

Just splash it on.

Oh.

Don't worry about the fireworks.
That's normal.

Now... just let it soak in for a bit.

I hope I know what I'm doing.

Oh, that'll do the trick.
- I hope so.

I've got a nice little job for you.
- Which means I won't like it.

We can't have you
always thinking the worst.

I just know
what your nice jobs are like.

How would you like to spend
a few days over at Broughton?

Broughton?
- Angus Grier's had an accident.

Been kicked by a cow.
Fractured his arm.

You know how I feel about him!

Just needs someone to help him
until his new assistant arrives.

Couldn't you or Tris do it?
- I'm busy tomorrow. I need Tristan.

Besides,
he specifically asked for you.

Why? He doesn't like me.

Oh, nonsense. He's just got
an unfortunate manner.

Last time I helped him,
he made me look a right chump!

Tricked me into wearing
a vile rubber suit.

You can't blame a man
just cos he's got a sense of humour.

He needs our help, you know?

We can't let him down.

All right.

Good man.
I'll tell him you'll be there.

Oh, Siegfried.

Yes, James.
- Your universal remedy worked.

Ah.
- Look...

no more stains.

Good morning, Mr Grier.
- You're late, Herriot.

I came as early as I could.
- I'll tell you this just once!

My staff will be present
and ready for duty at 8am.

Have you got that now?
- I have a fair bit to drive.

My one pet hate is young smart alecks
always making excuses.

I didn't have to come here today.

Didn't you? You'd prefer to
leave a sick man to cope on his own?

Please don't twist my meaning.
- I can read you like a book.

Whatever you say.
- And those are terrible breeches.

What's wrong with them?
- Wrong? Look at 'em!

Well, they are just
my working trousers.

Well, I'll not have my staff looking
like down-and-out hunger marchers!

Sorry.
- And as for that mac -

looks like the leftover
from a moth's banquet.

Not fit to be worn
by a veterinary surgeon, is it?

I'm sorry if it offends you.

You're representing me now, Herriot.

I'll not have you
giving my practice a bad name.

I think I should do some work.

Aye. Just as well.

Here's your visits for this morning.

First, Adamson of Grenton.
He's got a sick calf that's chesty.

Have you seen it?
- Aye, it's just a chill.

Just leave more chest mixture.

And don't hang about.
- You've checked for infections?

Don't try and teach me my job,
Herriot!

Just you do as I say and
we'll get on fine. Now off with you.

New to t'job, are you?

Yes, well, I'm learning fast.
- Don't worry, lad.

I believe in new blood and new ideas.
The old ways have stood too long.

I'm worried about her. Her chest
doesn't seem to be getting better.

How long has she been like this?

Over a week now.

Well, it can't be all that serious.

I'll give you another bottle
of that chest mixture.

It's not doing her much good.
- Oh, I'm sure she'll soon pick up.

Oh, well, you're the veterinary.

Is that you, Herriot?
- Yes, Mr Grier.

You're late!
- It was a lot to get through.

If you're not in time for supper,
you do without.

Sorry.
- It's not a hotel, you know.

How did you get on, then?
- Oh, no problems.

Oh, just one thing -
Mr Adamson's stirk.

What about it?

Are you sure it's just a chest cold?

I told you my opinion on that.

Well, the congestion's
getting worse. I think it's husk.

Oh, you do, do you?

I think it's worth
checking for lungworm, yes.

Oh, Mr Know-It-All thinks
it might be husk, does he?

Well, I've managed
without your help for 35 years.

I think I can carry on
without it for a bit yet.

She was coughing bad last night.
Like coughing worms, she was.

It looks like husk, Mr Grier.

Aye, I can see that.

Will you see to it yourself,
Mr Grier?

I don't hold it against you, lad.

I'm sorry. I should've spotted it
and done something about it.

Isn't that so, Mr Grier?
- Reckon you did your best.

We'll soon have your beast
to right, Mr Adamson.

Herriot, give the beast
an intertracheal injection.

It's a pity we didn't
spot it earlier, eh, Mr Grier?

Sit down, Herriot,
and make yourself comfortable.

Well, we got through the list,
didn't we?

And we got back in time for you
to share a little birthday supper

that Mrs Grier's arranged for me.

Mr Grier...

Dinna refuse. She'd be delighted
for you to feast with us.

Phone, Edna!

After all's said and done,
the day went well.

You know what kind of day it's been!

As long as the customers are happy!

You listen to me...
- The woman's on the phone again.

What woman?
- He knows very well what woman.

Animals. Animals.

Nothing but animals
all over the place day and night.

What woman?

That nice Mrs Mallard.

Always on the phone.

Says her dog's got a bone
stuck in his throat.

Stuck in his throat.

Where's it all going to end?
Bone stuck in his throat.

Well, yes, these things do happen,
Edna, my dear.

"What's he going to do?"
I ask myself.

Don't worry, Edna.
I'll deal with her.

He can't go there tonight with
his arm hanging loose like that.

No, of course not.
- I said leave it to me, Edna.

No, he can't. Not tonight.
Not on his birthday.

Birthday.

It's all right. I'll deal with it.
- Very well, Herriot.

He'll make sure she pays him?

Er, yes. Don't worry, Edna.

And you mark my words,
one of these days,

that dog of hers
will swallow one bone too many.

Well, you know
how the ladies are, Herriot.

Don't quite understand
what we have to deal with.

You will pop along
and see Mrs Mallard?

Her address is on the files.

This has happened
to her dog before, I gather?

Aye, you could say that.

I'll need forceps...
- I don't think so.

More than likely,
it'll be a case of pharyngitis.

Pharyngitis? You can't be sure
of that, Mr Grier!

Angus.

Take my word on it, laddie,

just take along
the bottle of mixture.

Oh, and if you can't find
anything wrong, don't say so.

Got to justify your visit, you see.

♪ I long for you, body and soul

♪ I spend my days in longing... ♪

Come in. The door's open!

♪ I tell you, I mean it... ♪

Good evening, Mrs Mallard.
My name is Herriot.

Oh, yes?
- Can I see the patient, please?

Patient? I'm afraid I don't quite
understand you, Mr, er...

Herriot.
- Of course.

I see you're expecting company,
so we'd better get on with it.

On with what, Mr Herriot?

You are the Mrs Mallard
who telephoned?

Yes, my name's Mallard.
- You said your dog...

Oh! You've come about Wilkie.

A dog with a bone in his throat?
- Mr Grier sent you, is that it?

That's right.
- Well, sit down, won't you?

Thank you.
- So he's not coming?

Afraid not.
Mr Grier's had an accident.

Accident?
- Nothing very serious.

Just a fracture of the arm.
- Oh, I see.

Well, may I see the dog now, please?

Oh, well, actually,
Wilkie's a lot better now.

I should check him to be sure.

It's not as serious as I thought.

Can't neglect things like
bones in throats.

So let's get on with it,
if you please.

Very well. Wilkie!
- Thank you.

Ah!

There you are.
- Thank you.

Good dog.
- Sit, boy.

He seems sprightly enough.

There's a good dog.

Ah.

There's no sign of a bone,
Mrs Mallard.

There's no sign of fever.

I suppose it could be pharyngitis.

A touch of what, Mr Herriot?

Pharyngitis.

You see that inflammation?

Yes, I think I do see something.

I suppose it could be
he swallowed some irritant.

I expect that's it.
Good thing you came.

Excuse me.

The supper's boiling over.

I'll leave you a mixture.
It'll soon clear it up.

"Darling Angus".

Sorry about that, Mr Herriot.

I've left the mixture
on the mantelpiece.

Ah. Yes, thank you very much.
So kind of you to come.

Oh. Well, I'll be off now.
Good night, Mrs Mallard.

Good night, Mr Herriot.

I'll be off back to Darrowby,
Mr Grier.

Er, dram?
- No, thanks.

Thank you for your help, Herriot.

It's an experience working with you.

You could've done worse.

Oh, by the way, I'd keep an eye
on that dog of Mrs Mallard's.

I'm not sure
I take your meaning, laddie.

That pharyngitis -

it looks to me as if it could
flare up again at any minute.

Bye, now.

James?
- Yes.

Can you come down here?
- Right.

Hm?
- A visitor for you, darling.

Who?
- You'll see.

Mrs Donovan!

But that's not...

Aye, it's Roy.
Haven't I done well by him?

Oh, he's magnificent!
- Aye, I've brought him on summat.

What is in your patent nostrums?

Aye, wouldn't you like to know,
Mr Herriot?

Mm-hm.
- Any road, we'll be off now.

I just thought
you'd like to see how Roy was.

Only you could've done it.
- Aye.

I reckon you're right at that.

Come on, Roy. Come on, boy.

There's a good boy,
off you come. Goodbye, Mr Herriot.

Bye, Mrs Donovan.

Ah, there you are.
All hands to the sitting room.

Time for an important announcement.
- Oh.

Right. Are we all present?

Then let us commence.

Have a glass of sherry.
- Thank you, Siegfried.

Thanks. A celebration, Siegfried?

In a way. Yes, in a way.

Tristan.
- Oh, thank you, Siegfried.

Nothing for you, old girl.

Now... I know you're wondering
what this is all about.

We are, rather.

It's in the nature
of a public confession.

You're aware that I have on occasion
been severely critical

of a certain member of this
household - my infant brother here.

Tristan.
- Tristan.

I freely admit that my opinion of him
has from time to time

been exceedingly low.

I've found fault with his work,
his habits,

his apparent lack of dedication.

I felt there was very little to
justify confidence in his attitude.

Well, to be perfectly frank,
I was wrong.

What I took to be the symptoms
of a deeply incompetent nature

were in fact the first youthful
stumblings towards...

the very highest
standards of excellence.

In short, I'm guilty
of a gross error of judgement.

Too generous of you.
- It's the truth.

I could say merit is its own reward
but I'll make amends practically.

Tristan, just as soon as
you've officially qualified,

it's my intention -
and I'm sure James will second it -

to offer you
a partnership in the firm.

Agreed and seconded.
- Thank you.

Tristan, what do you say?

Well, it's awfully kind of you,
Siegfried, but...

No false modesty.

It'll be some time
before I'm able to accept your offer.

I don't quite follow you.

Qualifying will take longer
than I thought.

Your results are a mere formality.
- Well, not quite.

You're not making yourself
awfully clear.

The thing is,
I've already had the results.

When?
- They're not quite what I expected.

Tristan, I find your reaction
extraordinarily unsettling.

What did you get?
Pass, honours, distinction? What?

Good Lord, no. The whole thing's
been a bit of a disaster, really.

Tristan knows the subject.
- Yes, and he can sit them again.

Nerves won't be a problem then.
That's what did it, you see.

Happens to many brilliant chaps -
freezing in exams,

isn't that so?
- Do you mean you failed?

It's a temporary setback.
Just one summer.

It's not as if you're an idiot.

Failed?!

Siegfried.
- Steady on, Siegfried.

That's their verdict. Useless.

Good for nothing.

By Jove, that was close.
If I hadn't chosen my moment well,

you'd be shovelling me
out of the pig trough.

You are the limit, both of you!
The absolute limit!

Did you see the look on his face
when I told him?

Now, then, Tristan,
I've given this matter some thought.

There's no point making a song
and dance about this career setback.

It would be silly to discourage
the excellent standards

you've set for yourself of late.

So persist in your spartan denial
of alcohol and tobacco

and continue your regime
of early rising and hard exercise.

And I'd like you to be on hand

three nights a week
for emergency night calls.

That'll keep you in
from time to time to study. Yes?

Good.

Let's drink to that, then!