All language subtitles for 01 02 All.Creatures.Great.And

Morning, James!

Uh... good morning!

How is it possible?

We have nothing we want
and two of everything we don't.

It's almost as if you might
benefit from employing
some sort of system.

Sarcasm really doesn't
suit a woman of your
religiosity, Mrs Hall.

Herriot!

Well, you seem in
a cheery mood this morning.

Herriot, care to
explain yourself?

Uh... Yes. Absolutely.

I'm sorry.

-Sorry, what have I done?
-This! This! It's empty!

What an earth is it doing
back on the shelf?

Add Handshaw to your list.
He's got a cow down.

-I'll see to it.
-And when you're done, pick
my brother up from the station.

-He should be on the 4:30.
-I didn't know Tristan
were coming.

-There's another Farnon?
-I was perfectly clear
with both of you yesterday.

And James...

Take the Rover.

Thank you.

The Rover.

Quite the honour.

One must offer the carrot
as well as the stick, Mrs Hall.

And if it makes Tristan
green with envy, all the better.

Motivation to apply himself
as Herriot has done.

No Siegfried today?

Unless he's hiding in the back.

Uh, no, no, just me, I'm afraid.

Who's this then?

-Siegfried's new assistant.
-Oh, aye.

Yes, another one.

Cow's in't shed.

She hasn't stood for three days.

I think it's milk fever
keeping her down.

A bottle of calcium
should solve the problem.

My dad always used to say

they had a worm in their tail
when they stayed down like this.

Oh, cutting it off
will see her up.

Aside from being rather painful,

I'm not sure how that would
rectify a deficiency of calcium.

Oh, hark at him!

Only been born five minutes,

he knows the stock
better than thee or I.

Old ways are the old ways
for a reason, lad.

Well, these modern ways
have their merits too.

Brawton! This is Brawton!

Oi!

-Tristan Farnon?
-Whatever you've heard,
it's not true. I didn't do it.

No, no, Siegfried sent me.
I'm James Herriot,
his new assistant.

Really? Poor you.

- Oi! You need
to buy a ticket, sir!
- Come on!

Car, where's the...

-He let you drive the Rover?
-Yes.

It's quite something, isn't it?

-Well, wait a minute!
-Quickly, we haven't
got all day.

Hurry up!

-Do you have a girl?
-Not as such, no.

"Not as such" meaning not at all
or "not as such" meaning yes,

but not so much that
you're willing to say?

-Uh...
-It's the former, isn't it?

Never mind.
We'll soon sort that out.

We will?

Any local beauties
taken your fancy?

-I've not been here too long.
-Oh, that explains it then.

-Have you travelled far?
-Edinburgh. Been at
veterinary college.

-Training to be a vet?
-No, electrician.

Yes, of course
to be a vet.

In between having an
enormous amount of fun at any
rate.

How do you find him?
My brother, I mean.

Everyone speaks very highly
of him. Obviously, he's
an experienced vet.

I sense a "but".
-He's not without his...
inconsistencies.

Inconsistencies!
The man's a lunatic.

Why do you think he goes
through mayflies like he does?

-Mayflies?
-Oh, it's what I call
his assistants.

They rarely last beyond the day.

-Will you be staying
long at Skeldale?
-Naturally.

Someone's got to keep the family
business ticking over.

Look out!

Blimey!

You know, I think we might
have got away with it.

Don't worry, Jim, it'll hold.

Mrs H, you look more youthful
and radiant with each
passing day.

Oh! Aah!

Oh, I can feel your ribs poking
through. You're wasting away.

It's the quality of the cooking.

It just can't compare with the
culinary delights I get at home.

I were short of time.

But I've managed to
rustle you up a bit of tea.

You've outdone yourself, Mrs H.

If only I had some ale
to wash it down with.

Have some in the pantry.

Evening, Siegfried.

Good journey?

Uneventful, wasn't it, James?

There was barely
a soul on the road.

-How was college?
-Oh, you know, hard work.

-Nose to the grindstone.
-Celebrating last night?

End of exams.

And?

All finished.

Finished?

Just passed the last one.

-You passed?
-Mm-hm.

Thank the Lord!
Tristan...

-God heavens.
-Congratulations!

About bloody time too! But don't
think that means you get to
just sit around idle.

I think what your brother means
to say is that he's very proud.

What?
Yes, yes, goes without saying.

Yes, very good.
Well done. Very proud.

What's happened
to my room?

I'm afraid we didn't know
for certain when you
were coming back.

Or was it more you didn't know
how long he'd be staying?

Well, it's Mr Herriot's for now.

I think you'll be quite
comfortable in here.

The cupboard?

I'll leave you boys
to get better acquainted.

-You should have your bed back.
-No, no, I won't hear of it.

This'll be more than
sufficient for now.

You know I don't plan
on leaving any time soon.

No one ever does. That's
the thing about Siegfried.

You never know what he's
going to do until he does it.

In truth, neither does he.

Sleep well.

-Morning, James.
-Morning.

Afternoon, Jim. Uh, Siegfried.

Here's a list of everything
we're short of

and this is the surplus.

-You did all this?
-First thing this morning.

You see, Herriot, the early bird
catches the worm.

Well, pop them in the car
and I'll run them over
to Pandhi later.

Mrs Pumphrey called
a moment ago.

-Please tell me it's not--
-Flop bott.

-Flop what?
-Bott.

She treats that dog like
the Rajah of bloody India.

I tell you, she'll be the
ruination of the poor animal.

-Excuse me!
-And we had a call from Handshaw
while you were still asleep.

Something about a cow
that wouldn't get up.

-Spitting chips
about it, he was.
-I thought you dealt with that.

I did. His cow had milk fever.

Mm, what she needs
is a bottle of calcium.

Which I administered yesterday.

Really, Herriot, you can't keep
going back and forth on the same
case. It's a waste of time.

-I'll head up there
first thing this morning.
-Tristan will go with you.

I will?

Time to put theory into
practice, little brother.

I'm sure James doesn't want
another Farnon breathing
down his neck.

-Nonsense. Herriot doesn't mind.
-Not at all.

Good. It's settled then.

Time to see you
at work, Jim.

Go! Keep going,
keep going!

You're the one
who let me drive the car!

Well, if I'd known you were
coming back, I'd have
baked some fresh.

Oh! God, it's
good, Sylvie!

If you weren't
married already...

'Fraid that's the last slice.

-Oh, no, you can share mine.
-I'm a little busy actually.

Suit yourself.

The calcium should have
taken effect by now.

So I'm going to try a stimulant
injection to give her
a little encouragement.

It might take a few hours
to take effect.

But you should see her up
by this evening.

That's what he said last time.

My dad always had ways
of getting a cow up.

-Oh, well, let's
hear some of them.
-I think we can manage.

How about some water
in the lughole?

-That'd certainly get me up.
-We are not pouring water
in her lughole.

Try yelling at her.

I'm not going to shout at a cow.

I'll give it a go, if you like.

I always said
he were a grand lad.

No, no, no. I... I'll do it.

What exactly am I...
supposed to yell?

Well...

when I wants
to move a cow,

I always says, "Cush!"

Aye, they understand cush.

Cush.

Cus-s-sh!

Cu-u-u-sh!

I'm sorry! I'm sorry.
It just tickled me.

I've never seen a man
shout at a cow before.

-Glad you're enjoying yourself.
-Well, if you can't enjoy
yourself then what's the point?

And the Handshaws
certainly appreciated it.

As my brother always says,
you treat the person
not just the animal.

Oh, cush!

Audrey!

Reporting for duty, ma'am.

Give over!

I lost the stripes years ago.

-Oh, it's good to see you.
-Yeah, you too.

Hello. Need a lift?

Oh, we're only going
to the tearoom.

Who's this then?
You're fancy man?

Mm? What? Oh! No.

Mr Farnon owns the
veterinary practice I keep house
for.

This is Dorothy.

How do you do? I understand
you served under Mrs Hall
in the Wrens.

A brutal taskmaster she was too.

I can certainly attest to that.

-Is that yours?
-For now.

I'm leaving sunny Scarborough
for Malta. Trying to get
rid of it before I go.

Her son's out with the navy.

If you're interested, I'm around
these parts the next few weeks,

catching up with friends.

Thank you. Pleasure to meet you.

Until this evening.

Ooh!

Lovely lines.

The Rover!

You know I've always had
a soft spot for a soft top.

So how are things at home?

Is Scarborough still the rogue's
gallery it's always been?

Oh, you know, as ever it was.

Have you seen my Edward
knocking about?

Let's talk about it over a brew.
Come on.

-Blimey!
-Quite something, isn't it?

Her old man's mills used to
weave half the cloth
in the county.

This way, gentlemen.

Oh! Thank you, Francois.

Make sure we have
plenty of ice.

The doctor said I must
drink more water. Uuh!

Mrs Pumphrey. Looks like you're
putting on quite the shindig.

Oh, just a modest affair for
a few of our closest friends.

-Isn't that right, Tricki?
-And how have you been,
little man?

Oh, dear!

I think he remembers you.

He stood on his tail.

-Accidentally, I hasten to add.
-Yes, but he does bear grudges.

And who is this delight?

James Herriot,
Mr Farnon's new assistant.

It's a pleasure to meet you.

It's true what
I've been hearing.

You ARE a handsome devil.

And you must be Tricki Woo.

That's no way to greet
Mr Herriot! Paw!

Honestly, you'd think
he'd been dragged up.

Isn't he just adorable?

Paw, Tricki, paw.

Let us take him to the library
for his treatment.

We must preserve his dignity.

Be glad to take it
off your hands.

Always happy to help a man
who's struggling.

Oh, we're far from struggling.

No, we just need to make
some space so we have stock
for the more profitable work.

Clinton, careful
with that.

There's some wimpy looking
devils coming into
this profession.

Now, now, George, we can't
all be as handsome as you.

Blasted students.
Not worth a penny I pay them.

Student? Well, you manage with
what you can find, I suppose.

I've two assistants now.

-Is that so?
-Both fully qualified.

Yes, my brother
just passed his exams,

which means we'll be able
to take on even more work.

Onwards and upwards, eh, George?

Onwards and upwards.

Impacted anal glands.

Now that we've expressed them,
he should feel more comfortable.

Ah! I don't know why
this keeps happening.

I only feed him
the very best food.

Ah, well, that could be
part of the problem.

What exactly is it
you're feeding him?

Oh, the usual, chicken,
beef Wellington, plum duff.

And he absolutely adores trifle.

Who doesn't? Good boy!

And cake, of course.

Ah, well, there you have it.

Triple pud always puts my
insides in a rum old state.

Too much rich food in his diet,
not enough fibre.

Yeah, that too, if you
want to get technical about it.

Brown meat and biscuits
twice a day.

-That's all he should be having.
-Quite right. Well said, Jim.

Oh, Tricki! Uncle Herriot's
telling Mummy off!

Uncle... Herriot is simply
trying to make sure his...

nephew stays fit and healthy.

How will my poor baby survive?

Very well, I should imagine.

Let's face it, there's
enough meat on the bone.

Excuse me!

I just mean he's carrying
a little extra timber round
the middle, that's all.

Don't listen to him,
Tricki. You're perfect as you
are.

I'm sorry, Tricki!
I... I didn't mean it.

Oh!

Well, there goes my invite.
Damn dog!

Just one more stop
before we head home.

All right there, Tris.
I didn't know you were back.

Oh, I assumed you'd
miss me terribly.

Oh, I don't know how I've coped.

James.

I barely recognise you
with your clothes on.

-Wait, what?
-I was swimming. It's nothing.

Your old horse and cart's
had a bit of an upgrade.

Borrowed it from the Hultons.
Hop on up.

Calf's in the top field.

Can I have a go?

Always wanted to
drive a tractor.

I wouldn't.

I won't.

Lovely view.

Isn't it?

That's Heskit Fell.

Eddleton, just beyond.
Wedder, over the other side.

Colver and Sennor.

You talk about them
as if they were old friends.

I've known 'em my whole life.

There's a river up there
that's good for swimming.

Here she is.

Seems to be putting
weight on it all right.

Well, that was easy enough.
What say we round the day off
with a pint at the Drovers?

I'd like to take a closer look.

Just to make sure.

Course you would.

-What are you doing?
-Feeding the animals.

-Has to be morning and night.
-No, I know that.

-But why are you doing it?
-Because Siegfried will blow
his top if I don't.

Come on, Jim, you must be up
to speed on this by now.

Evening.

-How are you boys getting on?
-Oh, just showing him the ropes.

He's a slow starter but I'm sure
he'll catch up soon enough.

-It's my job to feed
the animals.
-Since when?

Well, Siegfried told me
to do it. He was quite clear.

Whenever I'm back
I do it to earn my keep.
Isn't that right, Mrs H?

Mr Farnon expects Tristan to
help out round the place,
that's true.

Whether he does or not's
another matter.

I really think I should do it.

It's one less job for you to
worry about. Go and relax.
Put your feet up.

How was your first day
on the job?

Very instructive. Jim has
his own particular methods.

I've gorrit!

What about Handshaw's cow?
That all taken care of?

-Absolutely.
-Eventually.

Is it or isn't it? I don't want
to have to go up there myself.

All it needed was
an extra stimulant injection.

I assure you, Siegfried,
it's all sorted.

I'm pleased to hear it.

That were Mrs Pumphrey's driver.

A letter for
Uncle Herriot.

"Tricki-Woo requests the
pleasure of Uncle Herriot's
company for drinks and dancing."

-He's going to the party?!
-Invited by Tricki-Woo, no less.

You will be the guest of honour.

I'll just get supper
out the oven.

You must have made
quite the impression.

-Do you think I should go?
-Of course you should. Rivers
of champagne, mountains of food.

Annoying Pekingese barking
shrilly in your ear.

Ach, it says here
it's white tie.

Oh, if you haven't got it,
I'm sure Tristan has
something you can borrow.

Tris?

We're not quite the same size.

But I suppose you could try
and squeeze into it.

Mrs Hall does wonders
with a needle and thread.

I'm sure it
won't be a problem taking it in.

Darrowby 2297.

Mr Handshaw. How can I...

I see.

I'm sorry to hear that.

No, I understand.

I'll be up first thing
tomorrow morning.

Anything important?

No. Nothing to
worry about.

Ooh, not quite
ready for you yet.

-Give me five minutes.
-I think I'll skip breakfast.

-I want to get on.
-Skip breakfast?

-Tea?
-Please.

Has Siegfried ever mentioned
what he intends for Tristan?

Oh, he's mentioned many things,
most of them unholy.

It's just... two qualified
assistants seems quite a lot

for a small practice like this.

There's always more work
to be found.

And he's Siegfried's brother.

So if ever there wasn't
enough work to keep us both,

I'd be the one out the door.

Keep doing what you're doing.

Stay on the right side
of Siegfried, you've
nothing to worry about.

-Early start?
-I've got a few things...

Why isn't Tristan with you?
Tristan!

-I honestly don't mind.
-Tristan!

-Morning, brother.
-James is waiting.

Oh, you go ahead, Jim,
I have to feed the animals.

Already done.
The early bird, eh, Siegfried?

What?

It catches the worm.

-You said yesterday...
-What an earth
are you talking about?

Never mind. I best be off.

Well, go on then,
what are you waiting for?

-Shall we?
-Can't wait.

Isn't this Handshaw's
place? Why are we back here?

You old devil!

I distinctly recall you telling
Siegfried it was all sorted.

It is.

-It will be.
-Never fear, Jim.

Your secret's safe with me.

Let's see if these sacks
can't lift it up.

Try to rock over her towards me.

Tristan, are you perfectly
comfortable over there?

I'm probably best employed in
more of an overseeing capacity.

What about carbolic
in a pint of beer?

Would that be for us
or the cow?

You just need to lift.
Okay, I need everyone to lift.

Lift!

Lift!!

Okay!

We'll try again. Tristan, we
could really do with your help.

One, two, three!

And all shout "cush"!

Cush!

Cush!

Cush!

- Cush!
- Right, stop.

- Cush!
- Will everyone please be quiet!

- Cush!
- Shut up!!

Mrs Hall, have you been baking
that shortbread I like?

I've a couple spare.

What's this?

Dorothy said he'd been
staying there.

He's still my boy no matter
what he may have done.

I'll take it to the post office
for you if you like.

-You don't have to.
-And if you need anything else,

anything at all, just ask.

Set yourself down,
I'll fetch some tea.

Tristan seems to have
turned over a new leaf.

In fact, I'd say he's turned
over a whole garden of them.

Well, it's early days yet,
but I must admit...

it feels like
a weight's been lifted.

What weight might that be?

A son's promise
to his dying father.

You're lucky to
have him so close.

Why is it the one's we love most
cause the most pain?

Sorry, Mrs Hall, would you mind
passing me the milk?

Thank you.

I've got hold
of the pelvic girdle.

Just listen as I move it.

-I barely heard nowt.
-The bones are moving.

I'm afraid the pelvis is broken.

What's all this now?

You said it were milk fever.

It was, but... It is.

Then what you on about
its pelvis being broken?

Tristan, he's talkin'
a whole lot of rot, in't he?

You're welcome to carry out
your own examination.

Oh no, I'm not getting
my fingers burnt on this one.

So if its pelvis is broken,
what are you gonna do about it?

I'm afraid she's got no strength
left in her hind legs.

The only thing you can do
is get her off to the butcher's.

Tosh!

We'll see her right.

All she needs is
a sheep skin on her back.

Look, it won't make the blindest
bit of difference.

There's nothing more
that can be done.

I'm sorry.

I need £25 for it.

I'm sure that's what you want,

but wants and needs are
two very different things.

Do you mind starting her up?

Running a little rough.

Know much about cars then?

I'll give you eighteen.

-Twenty.
-Eighteen.

-Twenty with conditions.
-What conditions?

One condition.

Audrey has a big heart and
she opens it up to everyone,

even those that don't
always deserve it.

Her son?

Edward.

He'll break her heart again and
again but she'll never learn.

Look out for her for me.

And you'll take 25?

Oh, he's here!

Mrs H, if that tastes half
as good as it smells,

Pumphrey can keep
her stupid party.

They're back!

Tristan!

-What have I done?
-Come with me.

I'm afraid we've had a
slight issue with Handshaw's
cow.

Never mind about that.
Everyone outside, quickly!

Come on, hurry up.
This is more important.

What do you think?

It's a car. What of it?

-Not just any car.
-It's yours!

-Sorry.
-I was coming to that.

I couldn't keep
it in any longer.

-You bought me a car?
-Just about qualifies as one.

I felt perhaps you deserved one
after all your hard work.

And now you've qualified,
will be wanting to send you
out on your own eventually.

I don't know what to say.

Well, don't say anything,
just get in the damn thing.

Give the boy a chance.

Go on, Tris, before
he pops a blood vessel.

You shouldn't have done this,
Siegfried, it's too much.

I should.

I'll never forget the day
Father gave me my first car.

It struck me that's a memory
you never got to share with him.

Anyway, we've got a party
to be preparing for.

Come along, James, those debs
won't dance with themselves.

This old thing
still pass muster?

You might be at the top
of the hill but you're
a way off being over it.

I was referring to the suit,
as well you know.

You'll do, for whom and what
is the question.

Mrs Pumphrey has a carousel of
widows that need entertaining.

What about
entertaining yourself?

-I enjoy the dancing.
-What about the company?

Yes, where's James got to?

We should go
soon. Herriot!

I meant the
female company.

Mrs Hall, I believe
there should be a line

-between employer and employee.
-When it suits.

And right now it does.

Here are my tails, Mrs H.

He says they need taking
in a bit, but I find
that hard to believe.

I'll have to put it
on him to see.

I thought you might like
to take the car for a spin.

Maybe tomorrow.

This bash at Mrs Pumphrey's,
it really won't be up to much.

There you are.
Where's your jacket?

Just finishing up now.

-Here you go, James.
-Thank you.

I tell you what, Tris...

when I get back you and I will
crack open a bottle
of my finest,

sit up and put the world to
rights. How does that sound?

I'd like that.

Don't go thinking you can help
yourself to any while I'm away.
If you do, I shall know.

Goodbye.

Thanks again for the suit,
Tristan.

Now then, James...
Good evening.

It's at times like these, James,

frankly, uh, we should take
what we can get.

So if I were you, say yes
to everything you're offered.

The food shouldn't run out,
nor should the drink.

And you certainly won't
run out with people to dance
with.

Yes.

The state of that thing,
it's unnatural.

Have a bloody coronary
at this rate.

Siegfried! James!
So glad you could come.

A pleasure as always and look
at this delightful little man.

Look, it's Uncle Herriot.

He's been so looking forward
to seeing you.

Is that trifle
I see in his bowl?

I know it's naughty, but it's
the only way to keep him happy.

He finds these occasions
rather testing.

Thank goodness he has you
to keep him company.

-Thank goodness indeed.
-Francois!

Francois.

This is Tricki's guest,
Uncle Herriot.

Make certain his glass
never runs dry.

And as for you,
there are ladies in there

in need of entertainment.

Then let us begin
with my absolute favourite.

-Good evening, Miss Alderson.
-Hi.

Hmm!

Paws off!

-This is Uncle Herriot's.
-Didn't know you were related.

We're not!
That's just what he calls me.

I mean, what Mrs Pumphrey
calls me on his behalf.

Uh, Aunty Alderson.
Have been since he was a pup.

Has he always been a porker?

You wouldn't believe the things
I've seen this chap put away.

Right, I don't suppose
you know what this is?

Caviar, I guess.

If I were you,
I'd give it to the dog.

He's on
his fifth already.

He'll dance with five more
before the end of the night.

But never more than once.

George, you look like
you've been enjoying yourself.

Oh, haven't I just.

I heard one of your
qualified assistants

tried to send a perfectly
good cow to the butcher's.

What the devil
are you talking about?

I try to take Jess for a run
that way most mornings.

Well, in future,
I'll bear that in mind.

I'm sorry if you saw
more than you bargained for.

-I didn't think there
was anyone around.
-There's no need to apologise.

If you hadn't got there first,
I was gonna do the same thing.

I find it sets
me up for the day.

-Makes me feel so...
-Alive?

Aye, that's it, alive.

Up in the Dales,
surrounded by those hills.

There's no place
on earth like it.

Careful. Once it gets in your
bones it's hard to get out.

I'm not sure I want it to.

Good!

I was wondering... I hope you
don't mind me, but could
I see you some time?

I mean... No, I can see you.
You're right in front of me.

-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have...
-It's not that, it's just...

-This is where you're hiding.
-I wasn't hiding.

Yeah, I know.

-Who's this?
-James Herriot.

-Siegfried's new assistant.
-Oh, Hugh Hulton.

Pleasure.

-Was I interrupting?
-No, not really.

No, we were just catching up.

-Shall we dance?
-Yes.

I think so, Francois, don't you?

You and I are going
for a little drive.

Excuse me.

Excuse me. Thank you.

Excuse me.

Six runs.

Taking you to 22 for two.

Oh, Bradman scores a towering
six over mid-wicket.

The Australians
celebrate wildly

and perhaps a little uncouthly
but that's often their way.

Not enjoying yourself?

Talk about it?

Oh, an appeal.
Is he out or has he survived?

Caught.

He's caught out.

Aren't you?

How did you know?

It were in the pocket of your
jacket, you daft beggar.

-I'm sorry.
-Why did you lie?

I didn't lie,
technically speaking.

-You told him you passed
your last exam.
-Which is true.

I did pass my last exam.

I just omitted the fact that I
failed the two that preceded it.

You silly boy.

-You silly, silly boy!
-I didn't know he was
going to buy me a car.

Well, what did you think
was going to happen?

-I didn't.
-What?

Think.

I just couldn't bear
the thought of failing, again.

It's hard, isn't it, love?

I'm sorry.

-He's going to kill me.
-Don't be silly.

Might maim you.

He's your brother.

He'll never stop caring for you.

No matter what you do.

But it can't go on.

He needs to
know the truth.

Oh!

I don't understand.

All she needed were
a sheep skin on her back.

But I felt the bone moving.
The pelvis was broken.

Feels solid enough now.
Tell me, how long ago did she
calf?

-Three day ago.
-Well, there you are then.

The ligaments hadn't tightened
up again following the birth.

A rudimentary error, Herriot.

We calls her Lazarus now.

Let's hope the party's
put him in a good mood.

-Good party?
-Bloody disaster!

Tell them, Herriot.

I made a mistake.

He made a complete hash
of treating Handshaw's cow.

Something which Pandhi took
great delight in pointing out.

Honestly, James, I'm beginning
to wonder if perhaps

you oughtn't to be the one
learning from Tristan.

-Wouldn't be so sure about that.
-Oh, don't be modest.
It's terribly dull.

Here, it's nearly
as old as you are. Cheers.

What?

What is it?

I think perhaps James and I
should retire.

Mm? Right-oh.

Little brother?

I suggest we retreat
to a safe distance,

if such a thing exists.

Siegfried.

Say something.

You failed?

-Failed is a bit strong.
I just didn't quite pass.
-You failed.

-I'm sorry. I--
-What the hell have you
being doing all this term?!

Boozing, I shouldn't wonder.

Chasing women,
spending my money.

Anything but work,
I should think.

It's a damned disgrace!!

The worst of it is...

I actually started to think
you might be changing your ways.

I didn't try to fail.

No, but you didn't try
very hard to pass either.

-And then you lied about it.
-Ah, no technically...

-I didn't lie.
-Technically?!
I bought you a bloody car!

I was proud of you.

I was proud of you.

Where the devil
do you think you're going?

I thought we were done.

We're done when I damn well
say we're done.

All right, we're done.

Well, you're alive.

Mm-hm.

All your limbs appear
to be fully functioning.

-You owe me.
-Excuse me.

If I hadn't owned up, he'd
still be shouting at you
about Handshaw's cow

and I'd be happily sipping
a rather fine single malt.

No, you did the right thing.

Takes courage to own up
to your mistakes,

no matter how stupid
they might be.

Which ones did you fail?

Parasitology
and pathology.

-The two toughest.
-Hmm.

You passed them first time,
didn't you?

God, it's sickening!

I expect James worked very hard.

-I expect I had more fun.
-I wouldn't be
so sure about that!

-Really?
-Shouldn't one of you
be feeding the animals?

I think you'd best do it, Tris.
Earn your keep while
you're here.

I distinctly recall you
telling me my brother
asked you to do it.

But don't you want to get back
into Siegfried's good books?

I should knock
your heads together.

You'll feed them mornings,
you'll feed them nights.

I'm actually not
that great on mornings.

And after what happened
with Dinsdale's cat,

-maybe I shouldn't do nights.
-Hold on, what's this?

There were a bit of a mix up,
weren't there, James?

I gave Siegfried the wrong cat
to castrate.

-I realised my mistake
just in time.
-Was he very angry?

-Furious.
-Oh, sweet manna from heaven!
Tell me more.

-Did he shout at you?
-Screamed the house down.

"What the bloody hell's
the meaning of this?!"

Words to that effect.

Five.

Three.

Four and nine.

Mrs Hall, have you been
moving my things again?

By "moving" do you mean
tidying away your possessions

that you leave scattered
without rhyme nor reason?

Keys?

On the hook in the hall.

Where they live.

Well, I certainly won't forget
my first car in a hurry.

-He'll forgive you eventually.
-Yes, I'm sure he will.

Then I have no doubt he'll find
something else to be cross
with me about.

I'm sure that goes for me too.

They only way we'll survive my
brother is if we stick together.

Tristan?

-Herriot?
-Run! Go!

James?

What the bloody hell
happened to my car?!

Tristan!

Herriot!