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- Hamish?
- Give over.

Dougal Murdoch Herriot.

Even if we have a lass?

Morag Elspeth Herriot
if we have a lass.

Obviously.

Over my dead body.

Morag Elspeth
is my grandmother's name.

You're kidding.

You are kidding?

I'm kidding.

You can choose,
and it doesn't have to be Scottish.

Five more minutes.

No chance,
me and wee Morag need to get on.

We'll have to start telling people
soon.

Soon. Not yet.

I like things as they are.

Oh, except the queasy part.

Sheep dipping this morning
won't be fun.

You know, you may want
to slow down a little.

Put your feet up now and then?

That wasn't a joke.

Farmers don't stop for babies,
you daft 'apeth.

Are you partial to a pickled egg,
Mr Carmody?

Pickled eggs?

Eggs... only pickled.
I'm down half a jar since supper.

Can't stomach them, I'm afraid,
Mrs Hall.

Oh I'm just dishing up.

I'm all right with a cuppa, thanks.

Morning.
Indigestion again?

I'm a martyr to it.

Interesting fact - the average egg
has over 17,000 pores.

Boiled or scrambled?

It makes no difference,
they're in the shell.

For your breakfast.

Mrs Micklethwaite already fed me
at my lodgings, but thank you.

Well... if nobody's got an appetite,
who's been at me eggs?

Eggs! Music to my ears!

Pile them high, Mrs Hall,
I could eat a horse.

Morning, Carmody, something I said?

Oh, good morning, Mr Farnon.
Not at all.

I'm reviewing feline digestion
before surgery.

Splendid. Carry on.

In a world of his own, that one.
Yes, the Carmody conundrum.

Marvellous chap.

Knowledgeable, keen as mustard.
Mm-hm.

But surgically attached to his book.

Carmody...

Slight change of plan.

All right, I'll see you shortly.
Try not to worry.

Goodbye, Mr Crabtree.

Carmody needs more experience
in the field. Agreed.

He's rather retreated into his books
since Teasel.

The dispensary's never been so
clean, but we need to buck him up.

I haven't noticed much difference.
Still full of opinions.

So I want him to assist you today.

Don't tell me you're tired of him?

Nothing of the sort. Why, are you?
No.

But he is verging slightly
into know-it-all territory.

Which is why he'll benefit
from seeing more of how you do it.

Is that a compliment or an insult?

Where are we off to, Mr Herriot?

To visit new tenants
at Low Beck Farm.

Problem with a premature calf.
Righto.

You just need to
get used to each other.

You'll rub along very nicely
after that, I'm sure of it.

Taking into account the prematurity,

together with the symptoms
we're already aware of,

I suspect we're looking
at a case of brucellosis.

Perhaps, we should examine
the creature

before we sentence it to death?

Ah... Good point, well made.

Why have we stopped, Mr Herriot?

Because I can't move the gate
with my mind.

Oh...

Didn't you bring
any protective clothing?

Oh, I'm sure I'll be all right.

Doubt we'll be here long.

Elsie has a right soft spot.

Sat with him morning,
noon and night.

Hasn't done much good.
He's wasting away.

He's lost his sparkle.

Is that your official diagnosis?

He's first one born here.
We need him to thrive.

Where did you move from?

Bradford. We're beginners.

Millwork did my chest in.

Can't join up,
but I can do my bit here.

And keep this lot safe
into the bargain, with any luck.

Well, you've chosen
an excellent place to hunker down.

If you say so.

We haven't had the warmest
of welcomes from the neighbours.

Ah. Being new here can be something
of a trial by fire.

They'll get used to you in time.
How much time?

Give it a century or so?
May I begin, Mr Herriot?

Go on, then.

Mmm.

Hm!
My egg thief.

Well, fill your boots.

And if there's anything else
you fancy, just say.

It's not, erm...

I mean, well...
I'm... I wasn't...

Well, you're green around the gills
every morning,

and the pantry thinks
Tristan's back.

When are you due?

December time.

Weakness, fever, premature.
An open-and-shut case.

I was right - brucellosis.
Look, you were right...

..which means they could lose
every unborn calf in the herd.

No calves, no milk production,
no income.

This isn't about
being top of the class.

There's a family's future at stake.

I'm afraid you've got
brucellosis in the herd.

Brucella is a genus of Gram-negative
bacteria, named after David Bruce.

They're small, nonencapsulated,

nonmotile, facultative
intracellular coccobacilli.

Can we have that in normal speak?
It's unlikely the calf will live.

And you'll probably lose many more,
besides.

It's very serious
and very contagious.

I'm sorry.

Jenny must be thrilled.
And your dad.

They will be when they know.
I'd rather wait a bit.

They'll want to make allowances,
and the farm's too busy for that.

If James had his way,
he'd wrap me in cotton wool.

I suppose he knows more of
the ins and outs than most.

I'm not some prize sow.

You might feel like one
come December.

Who knows what things'll be like
by then.

You'll be dog tired.

But your heart'll be fit to burst.

James should get his papers any day.

We've no idea
what's around the next corner.

Are we mad?
Course not.

Life carries on, just as it should.

And it's a tonic to have
summat wonderful to look forward to.

Keep mother and calf quarantined.
Disinfect regularly, top to bottom.

Your best chance
is to stop the spread.

How did it start in the first place?
Was the new calf a recent addition?

We bought her in calf,
few weeks back.

She was probably already infected.

She hasn't grazed with the others?
Aye, course.

Schoolboy error.
Well...

I beg your pardon?

Any farmer worth his salt knows
to keep a new beast separate.

Excuse me? I'm sorry, he's new
to this, he doesn't mean to be rude.

Oh!

He's erm, still learning.

Well, maybe that'll learn him
to keep his gob shut.

Right!

I thought that went rather well.

I won't beat about the bush,
Carmody,

your scholarship is exemplary,
but your manner is diabolical.

Perhaps I might be permitted
to redeem myself?

I've taken the liberty
of genning up on brucellosis.

There's some very diverting
new research.

It's one thing to be well informed.

Quite another
to bamboozle and belittle.

Righto.

Our role is to support, not scold.

And also refrain
from throwing oneself into manure

if at all possible.

Understood.

Darrowby, 2297?

He's coming, Mr Crabtree,
won't be a minute.

Hello, Mr Crabtree.

Is my placement terminated?
Oh, good God, no.

We just need you to gen up on people
for a change.

The Crabtrees lost their calf
in the night.

Oh, rotten luck.
This could ruin them.

If brucellosis takes hold...
There's no hope.

They came here
thinking it was the safer option.

Two little lasses.

I'll get me overalls on.
I really should take Carmody.

You should really take a farmer.
They need help.

Practical advice from someone who
knows what they're talking about.

James said
you had a bit of a bumpy start.

Yep. Nowt but folk telling us where
we're going wrong since we got here.

Like who?
Oh, like him up there,

her over there,

them who border east field.

He walked miles, he did,

just to tell Sid
he were steering tractor wrong.

That's good.
Means you've been accepted.

You what?

Farmers won't interfere
if they can't stick you.

Judging's their version
of a welcome mat.

And I thought it were cows
that we had to learn.

Your cows are in safe hands now.
James'll do all he can.

Has she been doing that long?
The grunting sound?

Since last night.
Sign she's calving.

We need to take a look now.
Well she can't be, it's too soon.

Good afternoon.
How do?

What seems to be the trouble?

Me dog's hurt its paw.

I'm going to stop you there.

Er, although it's tempting
to want to hurry things along,

this is the point
where we begin to build a rapport.

One might offer a few words
of comfort, for instance,

or ask how the injury
may have happened.

It's important to look to the owner,
as well as the animal.

They can often harbour
all manner of clues.

I'm extremely sorry to hear that.
Mm-hm.

Whatever happened?
Paying you to tell me, aren't I?

Very droll.

We've got ourselves
a tricky customer.

It helps to think aloud.
Silence can be disconcerting.

No sign of bleeding or bruising.

Might not be the paw at all.
Good!

No broken bones...

Some kind of sprain, I'd wager.

Put that down.

I'd like to double check
which ligament...

Is that allowed
in the examination school?

Well, no, but...
Confiscated until further notice.

Mrs Hall, please remove all
reference materials from the room.

Am I myself again?
Yes.

Down you go, Jess.
One moment.

Trust yourself.

But I rather rely on it.

It's all up there. Trust yourself.

Well, well, well,
we have a real patient.

Meet...

Oh! Ned Clough.
Er...

Oh, sorry, Bernard.

Carmody, my challenge to you.

No books, no checking.

Just... Bernard.

Easy.

Gentle tension, like this.
That's it.

Sorry, girl, not long now.

Come on, girl.
It's coming.

That's it!

That's it.

Come on.
Come on.

Big breath for us.

Come on, girl.

Come on, girl!

His get up and go
got up and went.

Speedy fellow, was he?

Oh, aye, right quick, he were.

Now he... He just sits there.

Awfully sorry about that.

Nae, it's not your fault, lad.

He's been chovelling him sen,
you know.

Chovelling him sen?
Aye.

Right going at it.

He's... itching?

That an' all, aye.

How old is he?
As Methuselah.

Could you be more specific?

Well, put it this way.
He were my father's best pal,

so he must be pushing 70-odd
at least.

Oh, goodness.
No wonder he's lethargic!

Has he had his chips?

Is it life-threatening?
Oh, gosh, no!

Just shedding his skin, I suspect.
Perfectly normal.

However, his lack of oomph
could be dietary.

Mm. Ah.

Scrape him with it, do I?
Feed him it.

Cuttlefish are chock-full
of calcium.

Hm!

Should give him a boost. He'll soon
be his sprightly self again.

Ah! Thanks, Veterinary.

Come on, then, Bernard.

Come on!

How did you find our new recruit,
Mr Clough?

He's a broom up his backside,
but, er, he knows his stuff.

Baby steps, Carmody. Baby steps.

You know, my heart breaks for 'em.

I dread to think how much
they're gonna lose on them calves.

Not to mention
the needless suffering.

I'll nip up tomorrow,
see if I can give Sid some pointers.

As long as you take it steady.
I will.

Was actually about to suggest
some bed rest,

only you've scuppered that now.
Mm!

Hello!

Oh, Carmody!
How was it at the Crabtrees'?

As we feared.
The brucellosis has set in.

Lost two calves so far.

Dreadful shame.

You know, Mr Farnon says it's all
about looking to the owner,

but I've been reading up
on brucellosis research.

I find it's more useful
to immerse myself in the problem.

You'd be wise to listen
to Mr Farnon.

Perhaps you'll join me
at the Drovers, to discuss?

It's been rather a long day.
Of course, of course.

We can get to grips
with zoonosis another time.

What's zoonosis?

Zoonosis is when a disease
jumps from one species to another.

Brucellosis causes
undulant fever in people.

The symptoms rise and fall,
like an undulating wave.

Is it catching?
Vets can get it, but it's rare.

What I find truly fascinating

is the apparent similarity
of human symptoms.

One recent study in particular
seemed to suggest...

Sorry, sorry.
I'm chewing your ear off, aren't I?

Er, which similarity? Fever?

Wouldn't call that fascinating.
No, no.

The loss of the unborn foetus.

The research really is
quite eye-opening.

Would you like to read it?

Where is everyone?

Most of the women in this study
didn't carry to term.

Indeed. 75%.
That's high.

Correlation isn't causation,

and the link's never
been proven before.

But it's a rather convincing theory,
isn't it?

Makes one wonder what the cause
of infection was,

consuming milk or close contact
with the animal.

It does, yes.

Do you think it might make
a decent dissertation topic?

Been desperate to find
something unusual.

Unusual? That's all you have to say
about such a thing?

Well, it isn't common knowledge,
as proven by you.

A family's livelihood is at stake.

I don't have time to indulge myself
reading studies!

I don't believe
I said you should have.

If you'd only acted properly,
not made a hash of it,

insulted Crabtree...
I'm sorry, James, you've lost me.

You should've been there today!

Why is James shouting?

I wanted to, but how could I attend
when I wasn't asked?

I wasn't given the opportunity.
Exactly!

I couldn't risk making things worse!
What the devil's going on?

Contraband?
James wanted to read it.

Seems to have angered him.
What's so incendiary about it?

Nothing.
Didn't sound like nothing.

Why blow your top?
Me.

I invited myself to help
James today,

only it turns out I shouldn't have.

Why not?

Brucellosis.

This study seems to suggest
a link between exposure

to brucellosis in cattle...

..and the loss of unborn
children in women.

I wasn't aware of it,
but Carmody was.

And that's significant...?

Cos I'm expecting.

Darrowby 2-2-9-7?

Oh, dear.
I'm sorry to hear that, Mr Clough.

Will you be wanting someone
to have another look at him?

Yes, yes, I'm here.

Oh, I'm sure that'll suit.
I'll let them know.

Right, see you, then. Goodbye.

Ned Clough were just on.

He's bringing Bernard
back in this afternoon.

Still not too clever, he says.

How's Helen today?

Determined to be fine.

And how are you?

I'd like to apologise again,
if I may,

and if there's anything I can do?
Find a cure?

James.
There really in't anything?

Not a thing you can do for her,
if she's caught it?

No test, no cure, no nothing.

However, there is something
we can do at the Crabtrees.

So I suggest we get a move on.

Sid?

Mr Herriot?
Did we book another check-up?

You didn't,
and this isn't a check-up.

Siegfried Farnon, how do you do?

Come along, haven't got all day!

I thought there were nowt
that could be done?

True, but we can help you
disinfect the farm.

More chance of stamping out
if the whole place is done at once.

How much is that gonna cost?
Nothing. These are your neighbours.

Helen spread the word,
and they all wanted to pitch in.

Nobody round here wants to see
you fail, Mr Crabtree.

But may I make a suggestion?
Go on.

Talk to them.
You might learn something.

Where did you vanish off to?

Oh, I know, boy.

It's a poor do.
Not been fed a day in your life.

What's wi' you?

Dash!
You can't just barge in uninvited!

I don't mind. Come in.
Sorry, Helen.

Honestly,
you'd think he were dragged up.

Not being a nuisance, is he?
He's all right.

I'm not exactly up to much.

Me and Dash
think you need a distraction.

You're not wrong.

Now, come on, you can make yourself
useful baking with me.

I'm not sure that'll cut it,
to be honest.

Well, Dash says you don't get
to be choosy, and I want scones.

Will there be swede involved again?

Oh, you'll have to find out,
won't you? Come on!

All will be well, you'll see.
You can't know that.

I wouldn't have stopped her either,
if it's any consolation.

I groused about Carmody
being a know-it-all,

and then I let my own wife down
with my ignorance.

You haven't let anybody down.

What's the point in knowing
what I know

if I can't help the one person...?

How do I tell her
that she'll be all right?

That our baby will be all right...

..when I've no idea if it will be?

I always tend to just wing it. Ha!

Ah, follow each step,
you can't go wrong.

If you can read it
for Edward's mucky paws, of course!

I don't know why I'm flavour
of the month all of a sudden.

They can hear it.

The heartbeat.

They're protecting you.

Oh, you soft things.

Why don't we invite your Jenny?

I will. When I've got good news.

They're not the only ones, you know.

We're all here.

Don't always have to be
the tough one.

Ooh, scones.

Tortoise first. Mr Clough's waiting.

Thanks, Audrey.

He wolfed that, er,
fish down like nobody's business.

He's still scratching, though.

The skin does look rather irritated.
Aww.

He's definitely not shedding.

What is he doing, then?

I should like to witness
the behaviour for myself.

Would you mind if I kept him in
for observation?

No.
I suppose he could use a holiday.

Right, I'll, er...

be on me way, then.

The truth is,
we can never tell what lies ahead.

Even when we convince ourselves
we know,

the slings and arrows
have a way of proving us wrong.

So you tell those you love
what they need to hear.

Hope it gives them comfort.

At least, that's what I did.

I'm so sorry, I didn't think.

You don't often speak of her.
Evelyn.

There aren't the words.

It was a mercifully short illness.

But only because by the time
we knew it was cancer...

..well, it was too late.

Not being able to do anything.

That made every moment...

Unbearable.

Can't blame him, can you?

Stepping into the unknown,

risking everything
to keep his family safe.

Perhaps we should be
more like Crabtree?

Unaware the odds
are stacked against us?

No. Hopeful.

Come on.

Mrs Hall! Carmody!

Mrs Hall! Carmody!

Whatever's happened now?

Fetch the confiscated books.

Now, Carmody, I'm going to admit
something very unusual.

I was wrong.

Knowledge is power,
and you can't have enough of it.

France may have surrendered,
but we shall not admit defeat

to a mere bacterium!
What exactly are you proposing?

When was brucellosis
first discovered?

Right after the Crimean War.
Precisely.

Just 80 short years,
or thereabouts, to catch up on.

If we put our heads together,

read everything we have
on the subject,

we might just find something useful
for Helen.

And there she is, hooray!

You can muck in too,
starting with...

A History of Bovine Morbidity.

Perhaps we should turn in.
Yep. Press on tomorrow.

Any luck?

Just a dry chapter on testing cows.

We rarely test these days.
The symptoms are so conclusive.

Mrs Hall...

..you're a genius.
Oh, I am. What did I say?

The agglutination test.

Used for diagnosing typhus
in humans, but...

..in 1897...

..it was used to discover
brucellosis in animals.

What does that mean?

The test is compatible.
The test is compatible.

So we can find out if I've got it?
We can.

The question is,
how do we go about it?

I imagine one would simply
take a blood test,

label it as a cow's,
and the lab would be none the wiser.

Just a thought.

All right?

Didn't feel a thing.

No jokes about me having cow hide.

I'm sorry I haven't...
if I haven't said the right things.

No need now.

To say anything?

Well, we'll know either way
after this.

Cross that bridge
when we come to it, won't we?

I'll take it to the lab first thing.

And then we wait.

And then we wait.

Very promising.

I think you'll have yourselves
some calves after all.

They must have natural immunity.
We're due some beginner's luck.

Him and Helen saved our bacon,
more like.

Three calves are better than none,
but...

Not enough to live off, we know.

I've took a farmhand job
at Grace Chapman's.

She'll show us the ropes.

Keep the wolf from the door
'til we bounce back.

We shouldn't have judged so quick.
Folk have been kind.

Once we got to know 'em.

Will you stay for a bite to eat?
It's the least we could do.

Unfortunately, I've got to dash.

More poorly cows to rescue?
Lab results to collect.

It's not very exciting,
but it's very important.

Good luck.

Thank you.

Make sure to look after
those mummy cows for me, won't you?

On day one, Bernard didn't move.

On day two, Bernard did move -
tempted by lettuce.

On day three, Bernard didn't move.

On day four, Bernard used his
left leg to itch his right leg.

And?

I haven't been able to get
to the bottom of the irritation.

Usually we'd consider mites
or fleas to be the culprit,

but as Bernard is cold-blooded,

the little blighters
aren't interested.

You're a medical mystery, Bernard.

Although...

What?

There might be one last thing
we can try.

Helen?
Upstairs.

Tortoises need a good soak
now and then.

Fights dehydration.
Oh!

Now, I could be wrong,
but if my theory is correct,

we should start to see something

any... minute... now.

Ah-ha!

What the heck are those?

Siphonaptera.

Fleas.

I thought you said
he couldn't catch 'em?

It's rare,

but if they come close
to an infestation,

it's not unheard of.

One or two determined individuals
might try their luck

lurking under the shell.

Infestation? Where?

Judging by your persistent itch,

I'd say it's highly possible
you're the cause.

You have fleas, Mr Clough,

and you've given them
to poor Bernard.

Well, I'll be damned.

I thought I were allergic to summat.
I've tried everything.

I can find a treatment.
For the both of you.

Thank you, Veterinary.

Three still in calf?
That's a minor miracle.

Well, thanks to you.
Oh, I didn't do much.

Would you sit down a minute?

I'd rather keep busy,
if it's all the same.

It's just I...

Thinking of giving this place
a lick of paint an' all.

Wouldn't take much effort,
and it'd pass the time.

I just... If you ask me to rest
one more time, I'll go spare.

What's that?
I went to the lab,

just in case, and...

Well?

I don't know.

I thought we should
open it together.

Do you want to?

No, you.

No, wait!

I think I've changed my mind.

You'd rather not know?

Not if it's bad.

There's no guarantee it'll be bad.
You said so yourself.

What do I know about anything?
Lots.

You're braver than me,
cleverer than me.

No, I'm not.

I've tried to be brave, I have.

But I can't, not about this.

Not about our baby.

Well, that makes two of us,
because I'm terrified.

You are?
Yes!

God, yes. I'm an absolute wreck.

Me, too.

I just want us to have
this baby so much.

So do I.

But whatever happens,
we'll be together, won't we?

We can be wrecks together.

News?

Only that Carmody
cracked the tortoise.

Literally or figuratively?

He'll be wanting his book back.

Well, he hasn't been using
his reference materials

for your Bernard challenge.

Well, I told him I was wrong
about that, didn't I?

Knowledge is power and such?

Probably should've been
a bit more specific.

We could put it in the fire?

Forget we even did the test.

Ignorance is bliss.

Unless...

Unless?

I think maybe
I'm feeling a bit braver

since admitting I was a coward.
You are not a coward.

And the wait's killing me.

Bernard's treatment regimen is here,

what to ask for
at the chemist on the back.

You're a godsend, lad.
Much appreciated.

Fleas, believe it or not.
Oh.

I followed your advice.
Look to the owner.

The answer was staring me
in the face all along.

Very well done.

We may make a vet of you yet.
What did I tell you?

To be used in moderation.

Thank you, Mr Farnon.

Dare we ask?

I'm all right,
like I said I would be.

The test was negative.

I still can't quite
believe it.

Thank goodness
we were brave after all.

Thank goodness you only went
to the Crabtrees' once.

Less chance of infection.

Thinking there might be
something in it.

Putting my feet up occasionally.
Are you sure?

Only occasionally, mind.

I'll still be doing
my bit for my dad.

I just might give sick animals
a wide berth,

for Morag's sake.
What do you reckon?

I reckon that's up to you.
Whatever you choose is right.

Keep using that name, it'll stick.

Don't care.

All I care is that our baby
gets here safe and sound.

I think it's just hit me.

This is actually really happening,
in't it?

Aye.

Are you ready?
No. Not remotely.

But I can't wait.

Here.

Feel as though I can breathe again.

It has been a bit fraught,
hasn't it?

Whatever will become of us
when the baby arrives? Ha!

Interesting fact, the collective
noun for the tortoise is "a creep".

Carmody, what was the matter
with Bernard again?

Fleas, Mr Farnon.
Oh.

What's a group of them called?

I don't believe I know.

Interesting fact, fleas can jump
many times their own body length,

which enables them to spread
really rather rapidly.

Fascinating.

Erm...

Yes, yes.

Ha!
Well, you've earned your stripes.

Fleas tend to come
with our occupation.

Also lice. And worms.

And falling headlong in the muck.

I do apologise for that
unfortunate incident, James.

And for all the upset I caused.
Rubbish.

I'd planned on visiting
Sid and Elsie,

getting stuck in to help 'em.
If you hadn't warned us, well...

Things could be very different.

I owe you the apology.

Perhaps you'd let me borrow
some of your research papers,

discuss them over a pint,
if the invitation still stands?

I'd be delighted.
Very good.

I think this calls for...
I wonder, where we should begin?

Clostridial diseases in sheep?
Avian pox?

Infectious stomatitis in reptiles?
Yes, thank you, Carmody.

Nobody likes a know-it-all,
and we're about to eat.

You were saying?

This calls for a toast.

To knowledge, fleas...

..and our growing family.

Knowledge, fleas, and family!

The asparagus is marvellous.