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Could I have the...?

Thank you.

We'll keep it in overnight.

Their owner can
pick it up tomorrow.

I'll get cleaned up.

Finished up already?

Being able to
visualise the break

before I operated
certainly made life easier.

It looks like a clean fracture.

She's a young, healthy cat.

Should heal well.

Every practice in the country
should have an X-ray machine.

Oh, well unfortunately
it doesn't come cheap.

I shall be sorry to see you go.

We've got used to
having you around

these last two weeks,
haven't we?

Aye, it's been lovely.

Glad to help out.

A good vet is hard to find.

I hope your boss
appreciates how lucky he is.

In his own special way.

Deep down.

If you ever get the yearning
for home,

the lad you're covering for
is joining up.

Six months' time,
there's a job if you want it.

That's a very kind offer, Bill,
but...

Veterinary practice
isn't all about farm animals.

Pets is where the future lies.

I don't need your answer
right away.

Take time to think on it, eh?

Bring the lads home.

Read all about it!

Read all about it!

Thanks, Craig.

Read all about it!

Pint, Jim?

I can't stop.

Ma will string me up if
I'm not home for my tea.

You always were a mummy's boy.

Get a pint at the till for me.

Oh, you're hanging around long
enough to drink it, then?

You're not going anywhere,
are you, Stevie?

Ha, not likely.

Hold on!

Dumbarton Road, please.

James!

Haggis and tatties?

Bet you can't get grub like that

down where you've been, can you?

I don't know.
Mrs. Hall cooks it.

No.

Nothing like the taste of home.

And here's a pot of tea
to go with it.

Thanks, Mum.

And maybe we won't have to wait

until next Easter for you
to show your face again.

Hopefully not.

That practice of Bill's
is always busy.

It's a lovely wee business
he's setup for himself there.

And it's not too far away.

And you don't have
to go traipsing out

in the cold at goodness knows
what time in the morning.

Bill's been talking.

Oh, ho, I'm so happy
for you, love!

How's Dad doing?

Soldiering on.

At his age he struggles to
get picked out the line.

I'm doing the odd bit
of needlework.

Don't worry, we get by.

Haggis, neeps, and tatties, eh?

Somebody wants to
keep our boy home.

Well he needs a decent meal
in him for the journey.

It'll be six months
before he has another.

You're taking the job then?

Of course he is!

I thought you made a bit of
a life for yourself down there?

Aye, but home
is where the heart is.

Is it not, James?

Aye, Mum, it is.

Good lad.

Good lad.

How's things with you then?

Good grief.

Two weeks away and I can
barely understand you.

The place rubs off on you.

Well, if you want
any of the farmers

to understand
a word you're saying

you'll have to rub it off again.

Is that chocolate?

Huh?

No, no.

No, I don't think so.

That reminds me,
a present from Mrs. Hall.

Easter egg.

I'm afraid Jess got at it
while her back was turned.

Uh, good break?

Parents holding up all right?

Aye, just about.

Dad's struggling with his back.

Mum's picked up some
extra work to get them by.

How's it been here?

Oh, you know how it
is with my brother.

Peace and tranquillity.

Mrs. Hall just about manages
to keep him in line.

And you've been your
usual industrious self?

Oh, you know me,
nose to the grindstone.

Where are we going?

Oh, Benson's got
a load of ewes lambing.

So he's letting you
off the leash a bit more?

Happily still tethered to
the dispensary in the main.

Siegfried's meeting us there.

Good afternoon, Mr. Farnon.

Isn't it though?

I see my gallant crew
have arrived.

Clearing the decks
for their captain.

Where's your tie, man?

Oh, I...

I left it in the car.

A well tied tie is the mark...

Mark of a well made man.

Good to see you again,
Siegfried.

Yes, you too.

I had the fortitude to deal with
the caseload in your absence.

Lesser men would have failed.

I'm sure that's true.
What have you got?

A big lamb, stuck right
in the birthing canal.

My great mitts, no use
at bringing her out.

It's a good job we've got those

little lady hands of yours,
Mr. Herriot.

The head's stuck fast.

I can barely get
a finger inside.

Now have you got
hold of the leg yet?

Trying to.

Come on, man, there's no need
to make such a meal of it.

We're not getting
paid by the hour.

I'm just trying to
bring it around now.

She should come out after that.

I can always take the reins
if it would help, James.

I'm happy, Siegfried.
Thank you very much.

Oh, hello.
Who's this little chap?

Herbert.

Poor little lamb's mother
won't have him at any price.

She took spite to him at birth.

Though she thinks the world
of her other lamb.

Yeah, sounds very reminiscent
of my upbringing.

You were given
the love you deserved.

He's been fending for himself.

He goes from one to
another chancing his arm.

Hey, Herbert.

Mind yourself.

Might get a kick.

They don't always let him
have it. It's a crying shame

but you've got to let
nature run its course.

Here we go.

It's coming.

Oh, there she is.

What a grand 'un.

There we go.

Hello, little one.

Hello.

That's good.

A healthy wee lamb.

Got there in the end.

Is that one of yours?

No.

It belongs to Alderson.

That'll be the second
time he's been over.

Oh, it's only you.

Only, Mrs. Hall? Only?

How far I've fallen
in your estimation.

What's this?

It's a bag.

Yes, no, I see what it is.

Then why'd you ask?

- I meant...
- I got it for Tristan.

I see.

We can't have him
filling his pockets

with scissors and goodness
knows what, the holes they make.

I'll be darning night and day.

You shouldn't have
done this, Mrs. Hall.

- I didn't.
- You didn't?

- You did.
- Did I?

I took the money
out of the pine pot.

I knew you'd want to get
him something special

in recognition of
all his hard work.

I thought you might give it
to him on his birthday.

But it's not till the summer.

Well, the best
preparation for tomorrow

is getting it done today.

Your heart is in the right place

but I would have preferred it
if you'd asked me first.

Well, I couldn't have done that.

Why not?

You might have said no.

Yes, well, I'm sorry to put my
foot down like this, Mrs. Hall,

but you can't give it to him.

Are you aware of what this
mysterious contraption

in the hall is for?

It slips off.

Because you don't
put it on properly.

You hounded that boy
for the last five years

to pass his exams.

Now that he has,
the least you could do

is reward him for it.

You said you were proud of him.

I am, it's not... I just.

I'm not sure about qualification
letters after his name.

It's very ostentatious,
very showy.

Now you've got it next to
your name by the front door.

I earned that qualification!

What, and Tristan didn't?

You know there was something
I was about to do.

Oh, you're back.

Good to see you, Mrs. H.

Sit yourself down.

I've made you dinner.
How was Glasgow?

Your mother must have been
so pleased to see you.

I want to hear all about it.

There isn't much to tell.

I don't believe a word of it.

Oh, it's good to have you home.

I've got a little list.

I've got the little list.

James, only a few for you today.

Tristan, if you wouldn't mind.

Dispensary,
mixing the medicines,

feeding the animals, got it.

We could be putting
Tristan to better use.

Maybe it's time he
had a list of his own.

To conquer the ziggurat of life,

one must climb the first step.

Quite right, big brother.

Crawl before you can walk.

We'd be freed up to do
the farm work more quickly.

And it would allow us to
take on more small animals.

We are principally
a farm practice.

More and more people
are keeping pets now.

Yes, why people keep animals
as pets is beyond me.

A dog should have a function.

Let it be used for
farm work, for shooting,

for guiding, not just
hanging about the place.

Where's Jess?

What about Mrs. Tompkins
budgerigar, for instance.

It only needs its beak clipped.

Surely Tristan can take
that one on by himself.

Yes, I suppose there's only
so much harm he can do.

What?

Aren't you sick of not being
giving any responsibility?

On the contrary,
I am at my happiest

when he doesn't allow
me to do anything.

It means I get to
finish my crossword.

That were Mr. Benson.

He's had a dog attack his sheep.

Sounded pretty upset about it.

James.

Were that bloody dog
from next door again.

The Aldersons'?

Yeah, I caught him and
tied him up in our shed.

I have half a mind to shoot
the damn thing me self.

Let's hope it
won't come to that.

Good god.

- This one's still alive.
- This one too.

Siegfried.

There's nothing here.

Not a single bite mark,
no blood.

I can't find anything
wrong with them.

This one's rasping a little.

See how her head's
lolling like she's drunk.

What's that you're saying?

They're still alive, Rob.

Oh, thank God for that.

Well, let's not be too hasty.

There's still something
seriously wrong with them.

Maybe it's something
they've eaten.

I shouldn't think so.

Can't calcium
deficiency be brought on

by sudden exertion or stress?

So it might occur after
being chased by a dog.

They need a calcium injection.

I've got one.

I have more in the car.

Good morning.

Morning.

Hello, who is it?

It's the vet, Mrs. Tompkin.

Come in.

Peter's in here, love.

Poor little fellow can barely
eat with beak as it is.

And I'm worried about him.

He's my only companion, you see.

Mind the table.

Oh.

Don't you worry.

We'll soon see him right.

Mr. Farnon, you do
sound different today.

Have you a cold?

No, it's Tristan,
Siegfried's brother.

Oh, I see.

Well, I don't actually.

Barely.

Not for 10 years now.

Thankfully I've got this one.

His singing keeps you company?

It's a funny thing, but
Peter has never said owt.

I think he's lazy.

But I likes having him near me.

I hear you fluttering, don't I?

Yes, well, I can see
his beak has got long.

Nothing I won't be
able to sort out.

We'll have him done in a jiffy.

Right, come on, Peter.

Good lad, there he is.

Come on then.

Come on then, you.

There he is, good boy, good boy.

Oh, God.

Is something the matter, dear?

He's a little love, isn't he?

Yes.

Um, I just need to, um...

Mrs. Tompkin I think
it would be best

if I did this in more
of a clinical setting.

I'll take him back
to the surgery

where I've got more... tools.

Oh.

If you're sure it's
not too much trouble.

Oh, yes, yes, yes.

Don't you worry.

He's in perfectly capable hands.

It were a hell of a thing.

I thought I'd lost
the lot of them.

Me heart were up here
where me throat should be.

Thankfully the dog just
gave them a bit of a chase.

Still doesn't excuse it.

You were lucky not to lose any.

Mr. Farnon!

I think she's in labour.

We'll need water
and soap, please, Rob.

I've got some by the pens.

It's happening very quickly.

Hold on a second.

Easy girl, easy.

Easy, girl.

Was it brought on by the dog?

Could well have been.

Hang on.

Hold on to her.

I've got it.

Right.

Let's see if we can't
get this chap going.

Sorry, Rob.

Nothing we could do.

They have so many
born each year,

you'd be forgiven for thinking
it wouldn't hit them hard.

Mm, but it does.

One of us should drop
by the Aldersons'.

They need to know this happened.

There's no guarantee
the dog did this.

We both know that
level of distress

can cause a ewe to miscarry.

Their dog was loose
in Rob's field.

If something isn't done
it could well happen again.

Hard as it is, one of us
needs to tell them.

I'll pass by on my way through.

Trist.

Mm-hm?

What are you up to?

Mrs. H, you do have
a suspicious mind.

It's not what it looks like.

Is it a dead budgie?

Yes.

Then it's exactly
what it looks like.

I didn't kill it.

Well, I suppose I did,
but it was an accident.

Entirely natural causes.

All I did was try to pick it up.

So not entirely natural.

It must have been
on its last legs

and the shock just
finished him off.

I didn't have the heart
to tell Mrs. Tompkin.

The bird's all she has.

I don't see any way out of it.

Unless you somehow learnt
the powers of resurrection.

Mrs. Hall, you're a genius.

- I am?
- You are.

Whatever you're thinking
about doing, oi.

What about this one?

Ah, yes.

Don't worry, I'll give him
a proper burial later.

Good G...

Scruff!

Scruff!

Scruff!

He was over at Benson's again.

In with Rob's sheep.

I'm afraid he lost
one of his lambs.

Jenny, what did
I say would happen

to that dog of yours
if he got out again?

He didn't attack any of them.

There were no bite marks

but one of the ewes miscarried.

We can't be sure it was
anything to do with Scruff.

But he was chasing
them around before.

Dad, what are you
gonna do to him?

What are you gonna do to my dog?

We've no choice, love.
He's got to be put down.

No, you're not hurting him.

You're not hurting my dog.

Scruff!

Jenny!

Jenny, get yourself back here.

Dad, Dad, don't bother.

You'll never catch her.

Girl's like a bloody whippet.

What happened?

That hound of hers got in
with Benson's sheep.

He's lost a lamb.

He's not a dangerous dog.

Young and over excited,

but he doesn't have
a bad bone in him.

Oh, aye, what do
you know about it?

Dad.

I do have some experience
with animals, Mr. Alderson.

Yeah, well your animal
does something like that,

hurts another man's stock,

you should take
responsibility for it.

It's not right to kill
a perfectly healthy animal.

That's the way things
are done around here, son.

Mind you, I don't expect
your type to understand that.

He's upset.

I can tell.

You know the dog can be trained.

It was just a mistake.

Well, like Dad says,
this is the way things are done.

I could go after her,
if you like.

We could take my car.

It's not the first time
she's run away.

She always comes back,
eventually.

All right.

Well, you know
what's best for her.

Yes.

Bye, James.

Jenny!

Jump in, I'll give you a lift.

- Are you all right?
- Yeah.

You do have one?

Oh, fantastic.

Yeah, I'll be there
first thing tomorrow.

Thank you.

Oh, sorry, one more thing.

What colour is it?

Mm, right.

Uh, no, no, that'll
be fine, actually.

Um, yep, tomorrow.

I'll see you first thing.

- What are you doing?
- Doing? Nothing.

Sounds about right, what's that?

- What's what?
- That!

- What, that?
- Yes.

It's Mrs. Tompkins budgerigar.

What's it doing here?

I thought it needed
it's beak clipped.

Yes, but I thought
I saw some mange,

so I wanted to give him
a more thorough examination.

Well, I'll have
a look if you like.

No, don't!

You entrusted this case to me.

For far too long now, I've
been shirking responsibility.

Taking the easy way out,
but not any more.

I'd really like to see
this one through myself.

All right then.

It's very quiet.

The budgie. I haven't
heard a peep out of him.

He's sleeping.

Sleeping?

Yeah.

All right then.

It's delicious, love.

Just as mother cooked it.

I burnt the onions
and I forgot leeks.

As I said.

You have to remember you only
got to eat your mother's meals

when she spent years
perfecting 'em.

I wish there were more for ya.

Hey, never apologise
to me for that.

Hungry?

How far did you go?

Jenny, love, where's the dog?

There you go.

Good lad.

He's not even the same colour.

That's not going to
matter to Mrs. Tompkin.

I don't know what's
more disappointing,

the fact that you're
contemplating the thing

or that I'm not even surprised.

What's the problem?

One budgie's not so
different from another.

Herriot!

I know what you're going to say.

I wonder if you really do.

We both know this is
not an aggressive dog.

He can be trained
not to chase sheep.

And the Aldersons have given
you permission to do this?

Jenny has.

Jenny?

Oh, really, James. Have you
not done enough damage

interfering in that
poor family's business?

What does that mean?

I want you to take this dog back

to the Aldersons first
thing this morning.

And if I don't?

I think your time
away has led you

to forget exactly who
it is you work for.

I'm not entirely sure
that's possible, Siegfried.

Take this dog back to
where it belongs, now!

Good girl.

That's it, Candy.

Oh, good girl.

Where are you off to?

Dad wants me to get some
grain for the geese.

Jim, hold on.

I thought you could
do with the company.

If you're lying to protect
the feelings of someone,

is that really such a bad thing?

Yes.

How?

If Miss Tompkin
knew Peter was dead,

she'd be devastated, alone.

Now she'll have company.

But it's not her bird.

You're not being honest.

We don't all have to be
honest all of the time.

Even you avoid the truth
when it suits.

When?

I assume we're
taking this one back

to the Aldersons as agreed?

This isn't going
to end well, Jim.

Jenny loves that dog.

It's not fair on either of them.

Well, I hope that's
the real reason

and not some misguided
attempt to win your way

back into Helen's heart.

Because if it is,
I'll tell you now.

It's not.

Hello, boy.

Thanks again for this, James.

- Hello, Trist.
- Hello.

How's your sister?

Haven't seen much of
her since the wedding.

She's been going
on lots of walks.

I think she feels guilty.

You know, he's in France.

I did, I do.

He writes to her.

A snuck a look once.

I don't think you should
be doing that, Jenny.

He still loves her.

Keeps banging on
about how much it hurt

when she called it off and
can he have another chance.

But don't worry, she doesn't
write him back or anything.

Worry? Why would I worry?

You know, I was listening
by the door when she did it.

You really shouldn't
have done that.

Absolutely.

And we absolutely do not
want to hear what was said.

- Do we, Jim?
- Absolutely not.

Ah, what's the harm?

Helen said, it's not
that she didn't love him,

because she did.

But not in that way.
And he didn't understand.

And I don't blame him, 'cos
I didn't understand either.

I thought he were gonna cry,
but she wouldn't budge

and said it was better
for both of them.

Then Hugh got really cross

and asked her if she
was only calling it off

because she liked someone else.

And um, did you happen
to hear what she said?

Thought you said I shouldn't
be telling you all this?

No, you're right. You shouldn't.

But I have no such
moral compunction.

Come on, Jenny, spill the beans.

Dad dragged me away before
I could hear her owt.

Give us a clip around
the ear for me troubles, too.

Mrs. Hall!

Mrs. Hall!

It doesn't matter, found it.

Whenever you want
to waste me time,

feel free to holler.

Matches.

Oh.

You weren't supposed
to see that.

Did you know about this?

Mrs. Hall?

Mrs. Hall!

Well, far be it for me to reveal

the underhand goings on
in this establishment.

Mrs. Hall, why on earth
is there a dead budgie?

No.

I should have known
better than to trust him.

And why might that be?

If you have a point, Mrs. Hall,

I'd rather you got on
and stabbed me with it.

I had a very strange
phone call this morning.

Given our clientele,
I can't imagine

that's a unique occurrence.

It were the dean of
Edinburgh Veterinary College.

Ah.

They wanted to know if
Tristan would be returning

for the autumn term.

I told them, they must
have made a mistake

because Tristan passed
his exams last Christmas.

Where was that, um,
thing I was after?

Siegfried Donald Farnon!

I've no doubt there's
a very simple,

logical explanation
for all of this.

You told him he passed his exams
when he blooming well didn't.

One really mustn't leap
to outlandish conclusions.

- All right, I did it.
- You lied to him.

It was for his own good.

What would the blasted
university call him for anyway?

- Well, they didn't.
- What?

I knew you were up to something.

I knew you wouldn't
tell me the truth.

Mrs. Hall, I'm shocked.

A woman of your integrity.

Don't even start.

What is it the seventh
commandment tells us?

Thou shalt not commit adultery.

- Well, the other one then.
- What were you thinking?

That it might be nice
if I wasn't constantly

hounding him about
passing his damned exams.

I thought we might be
able to salvage something

that approximates
to a relationship.

Oh, for goodness sake.

You're both as
bad as each other.

What's that supposed to mean?

Mrs. Hall!

- All right there, Jim.
- Rob.

Morning, Mr. Benson.

Scruff's my dog.

I wanna say I'm sorry
you lost your lamb.

Well, it's big of ya to
come say so yourself.

How's the mother?

Not too clever.

She won't get up,
won't feed or drink.

That can happen
after a stillbirth.

What she really needs
is a lamb to look after.

How about that little
orphan you had?

Hubert?

Herbert.

Well, it's worth
a go, I suppose.

What the bloody hell's
that thing doing up here.

I know this dog
is the last thing

you want to see right now.

But he didn't attack your flock.

You saw that yourself.

I still lost one of
my lambs all the same.

Because he's not been trained
how to behave around sheep.

He just got over excited.

I don't see that as reason
enough to put him down.

What if he comes back
and it happens again?

We'll train him so he doesn't.

With your permission,
I'd certainly like to try.

Jenny!

Jenny!

They're hoggs,
so that means that...

They're too young to have babies
and won't have lambs in them.

It won't do them any harm if
they get a little startled.

Now you need to hold him tight.

Keep him close to your side.

The moment he growls or
barks you pull him back.

Tell him to stop, sit.

Pull him back, stop, sit.

And be firm.

If he obeys your command,
give him a treat.

- Tristan.
- Mm?

Oh, sorry Jenny.
I was feeling a bit peckish.

Come on, Scruff, that's it.

Come on.

That's it. Be good, Scruff.

Do you really think
this is going to work?

I hope so.

And if it doesn't?

Scruff, stop!

Stop it, Scruff.
Scruff no, stop.

Stop! Scruff.

- Stop!
- It's all right, Jenny.

I've got him.

Come on.

Let's take him out for a minute.
Give him a moment to calm down.

Why won't he stop barking?

Don't worry, we'll try again.

You need to stop,
Scruff, please.

- Why won't he stop, James?
- He can still see the sheep.

Here, walk him away and keep
talking to him, all right?

Come on, Scruff.

That's it, come on. Come on.

Come on, Scruff, come on.

What'd ya think?

I really don't know.

I've got it!

Mrs. Tompkin,
how lovely to see ya.

Let me help you inside.

Now you set yourself down there.

Oh, don't worry.

I can find my way.

I'll fetch Mr. Farnon.

Oh, here he is now.

Mrs. Tompkin, what
an absolute pleasure.

I know young Mr. Farnon said

he'd bring my Peter
back this afternoon,

but I couldn't wait.

My boy don't come back to see

his old mum as much as I'd like.

It's hard, isn't it, when
children grow up and leave home?

Well, it might silly to you,

but hearing his
fluttering around

and pecking at his cage,
it warms my heart

knowing he's there.

That doesn't sound silly at all.

What was that?

Is that?

Well, that's not my Peter.

Mrs. Hall, I believe
Tristan spoke

to you about this matter.

Well.

Yes.

Mrs. Tompkin.

It is Peter, and he's already
for you to take him home.

Oh, my goodness, thank you.

But he never used
to be able to cheep.

Um...

Well...

The thing is.

Peter needed his beak trimmed

and now that he has,
it's allowed him

to find his voice again.

Oh, how wonderful!

He's like a different bird.

Oh, thank you both so much.

And say a big thank you
to that brother of yours.

Let me help you out.

Oh, I can manage.

Once I've walked it once,
it's no bother doing so again.

I'll bring Peter home
to you, Mrs. Tompkin.

Thank you.

And as far as his exams go,

Tristan can never
find out the truth.

Understood.

You can't keep him hidden

in that dispensary
cupboard, either.

He needs to get
out and start doing

some proper work.

I'm sure I can fill any
gaps in his knowledge.

And when his birthday comes,

he's getting that bag.

Let's see if you can't
keep each other company.

Afternoon, Rob.

I thought I'd drop
a few things round.

Least we could do, considering.

Oh, there's really no need.

There is and we're sorry.

Have you seen our Jenny?

She took off this morning.

We've not seen hide
nor hair of her since.

Aye, she's in top
field with veterinary.

Leave them be, Scruff.

Trist.

- Afternoon, Helen.
- Don't afternoon me.

Look, none of this is my doing.

He's only doing what
he thinks is right.

It's all he ever does.

Even if it's not easy.

I'm sure that's something
you could relate to.

It's good to see
you again, Helen.

You too.

Keep encouraging him.

Leave them be, Scruff, leave.

That's it, give him a treat.

All right.

Now you can try
letting go of the lead.

Be good, Scruff.

Please, be good.

He's doing it, James!

He's really doing it!

Good lad, Scruff!

- There you go!
- He's not even looking at 'em.

Helen, we've just been...

Jenny, get back up to the house.

- But.
- Now please, Jenny.

Sorry, I maybe should
have spoken to you...

Maybe?

There's no maybe about it.

I know I'm not from around here

and I might not understand
the way things are done.

But I know the difference
between right and wrong.

Killing a perfectly good
animal can never be right.

It's not your dog
or your reputation.

It was a mistake.

Animals mess up sometimes.

Just like people do.

There's no reason for you

to keep punishing
yourself for anything.

What am I supposed to do?

Carry on as if
nothing's happened?

What's the alternative?

The dog didn't do
anything wrong.

He deserves a second chance.

I think you both
deserve a second chance.

I should get Jenny back.

I've missed you.

Missed you, too.

There you go, little one.

We've worked hard with Scruff.

He's not going to
scare any more sheep.

He's good now, Mr. Benson.

And I'm gonna make sure he
never goes off again, anyways.

All the same,
if you say he needs...

You know.

Nay, you carry on, lass.

I reckon some good came
out of it after all.

What do ya think Dad will say?

Oh he'll huff and puff and
eventually blow himself out.

And you won't let him
do anything to Scruff?

Well, now he's been trained,
there's no need to.

Don't worry,
I'll take care of it.

It's not James' fault, you know?

He wanted to take me home

but I said I wouldn't
go unless he helped me.

I'm not sure it was fair to
put him in that position.

I don't think he minded.

It gave me and him
a chance to talk.

And what have you and
James got to talk about?

You know, stuff.

Aren't you interested?

In what?

In what we spoke about.

Why would I be interested?

Just thought you might be.

Well, I'm not.

He is great, though.

Not a lot of blokes who stick
their neck out like that.

He's got a good heart.

- He's not bad looking, either.
- Jenny!

I'm just saying.

Yeah, well, you're too young
to be thinking about his looks.

Good or otherwise.

I am right though, aren't I?

You're not wrong,
I'll give you that.

- Good evening, James.
- Good evening.

Here we go.

Mm, I'll get you
one back next time.

It was only a couple
weeks I was away.

You forget how
beautiful this place is.

There you are.

I called in on Richard
Alderson this afternoon.

Before you start, Rob
Benson agreed to it.

I don't care if it was
sanctioned by the bloody Pope.

I distinctly remember
telling you...

You don't always have to live

by the old rules on
how to do things.

We can make some of our own.

You made me a senior
vet because you thought

I could add something
to the practice.

I think you should start
trusting me to do that.

Quite right.

It's about time you started
ploughing your own furrow.

Tell the truth, you
missed him, didn't you?

- As for you.
- Oh God, here it comes.

Mrs. Tompkin popped in earlier.

She was very happy to
be reunited with Peter.

Was she?

Well good, excellent.
I mean, why shouldn't she be?

So thanks to James' good idea,

we can look forward to you doing

a lot more work
around the place.

Under my expert tutelage,
obviously.

Obviously. Eh, oh!

Come on, mustn't keep
Mrs. Hall waiting.

I think she wants to make sure

you never dream of
going away again.

Ah!

Just a light meal tonight.

There's no need to
drown the damn thing.

It's dead already.

I like to mop it up with
my Yorkshire pudding.

Mop it up?

This is the dinner table,
not some backstreet kitchen.

Oh!

There's plenty more in the pan.

Mm.

All right?

It looks tremendous.

Remember, it's not
the mountain we conquer.

But ourselves!

Welcome back, James.

Welcome back.