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Hello, Ministry of Agriculture.

The Mag.
That'’s right.

How can I help?

Ruddy nonsense!

Fiddlesticks!

Yes, I'’ll put you through.

If I were to look up
incompetence in the dictionary,

I'’d see your face staring
right back at me.

Form B 213 DT.

Yes, I'’m positive.

Take a seat, Mr Herriot.

No, I'’m sure Mr Harcourt
isn'’t trying to ruin you.

Yes, I'’ll put you through.

Mr Harcourt,
Mr Wilkinson is
on the line for you.

He won'’t be long.

Absolute poppycock!

Harriot!

I think he'’s ready for you now.

Good morning, Mr Harcourt.

How are you?

I'’ll tell you how I am--
I'’m bloody annoyed.

In fact, I'’m hopping bloody mad.

It won'’t happen again.

You don'’t know what it is yet.

-Well, whatever it is, I can--
-The last time,

when you found an infected
cow of Postlethwaite'’s

that had already been
dead for two years!

That was very clever.
I don'’t know how you managed it.

I am trying.

Then why?

Why the bloody hell do you keep
ballsing up the TB testing?

Oh, here.

-I'’ll do it with the rest later.
-Oh, don'’t w--

Thanks, Audrey.

Mrs Pumphrey still in London?

For the duration of Tricki'’s
health visit, I imagine.

Might your husband surface
at some point today?

He had a meeting with
the Minister of Agriculture.
first thing.

Oh.

Oh, dear.

-The Mag.
-Why "oh, dear"?

Well, you don'’t want to get
called in there, unless

you'’ve done
something terribly wrong.

-Has anyone seen my--
-James hasn'’t done
anything wrong. Has he?

One of my veterinary officers
was on that farm,

and he found that you hadn'’t
served a notice of cleansing
and disinfection!

-Right.
-Yes, it is bloody right!

In fact, you sent
the form to me!

Maybe you want me to go
disinfect the place. Is that it?

Would you like me to slip along
and get busy with the hosepipe?

I'’ll go now if it makes
you feel any happier.

No, no, of course not.

Herriot, there'’s just one thing
I want to know from you.

Do you want
this bloody work,
or don'’t ya?

Please... Mr Harcourt,
I give you my word, I...

We...

we do want the work,
very much so.

Please, give me another chance.

If we are to win this war
against TB, we can'’t
afford any mistakes.

We'’re in the business of
saving lives here, Herriot.

animals as well as humans!

Weren'’t it you who told me that?

Yes.

Well, we'’ll go through
the procedure once more,
shall we?

Yes, by all means.

Right.

First of all,
if you find an infected animal

you serve B 205 DT Form A,

notice requiring detention
and isolation of the animal.

Next we have B 207 DT Form C,
notice of intended slaughter.

Then B 208 DT Form D,
postmortem certificate.

Then we have B 196 DT,
veterinary inspector'’s report.

B 209 DT, valuation agreement.

And in cases where the owner
objects, we have B 213 DT.

Appointment of value.

Then B 212 DT, notice to owner
of time and place of slaughter.

Followed by B 227 DT,
receipt for animal
for slaughter.

Finally, B 230 DT, notice
requiring cleansing
and disinfection.

Dammit, a dog
could understand that!

It'’s simple, isn't it?

Yes. Yes, certainly, absolutely.

And I can assure you,
from now on, I'’ll get it right.

Hush, Jess.

Tricki'’s a guest.

Happy now?

No, Tricki, you'’re
on a strict diet.

Dry dog biscuits only.

That Jess'’s food.

-Siegfried?
-Mm-hmm?

Do you think James is
in a bit of trouble?

Well, knowing Harcourt,
a whole heap of it,
I expect.

I did warn James. The whole
testing business is more
trouble than it'’s worth.

If it goes wrong,
he could shut us down.

I see you'’re currently
testing at Rudd'’s farm.

Yes. Heading up there today
for my second visit.

Don'’t make a balls
over this one, Herriot.

I like you lad, I do.

But there can be
no more chances after this.

You waiting on something?

Erm, well...

-Bloody hell!
-That sounds like it.

What on Earth?

-What do you think?
-You got it!

Looks fantastic, Tris.

Did you know?

I got it for a song
in the end, too.

You mean you paid someone
money for this?

I know. Hard to believe
on my meagre wages.

It'’s not much to look at,
but Dinsdale assures me that
it'’s as solid as a tractor.

It sounds like one.

I'’m sure with a bit of love,
it can be transformed.

Exactly, Mrs H.

Fancy a drive?

In that thing? Um, there are
less painful ways to die.

Still want a lift up
to Heston Grange?

If that'’s all right.

Oh. James asked if you'’d take on
these visits today.

What visits?
What are you talking about?

Well, it'’s a light surgery day,
so I thought I'’d help James out.

Another reason
I got this beauty.

That'’s very industrious
of you, isn'’t it...

Mr Farnon?

Um...

...yes, all right, I suppose.

Um...yes, alright, I suppose,
I'’d rather I'd been consulted
first, but I'’ll...

I'’ll allow it.

Jess.

So... wait, who'’s looking
after the surgery, then?

Over the wall!

-Come on!
-Come on, guys!

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left, left,
left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Yeah, twist it round a little.

Yeah, that should do it
all right, I think.

Hold up. I want to make sure
it'’s done right.

I'’ll just tighten this up,
see if that helps.

Thanks for all your
help on the farm, Tom.

It'’s hard for me
to be here as much,
now I'’m at Skeldale.

You'’re quite welcome.

How are things at Skeldale?

James all right?

He'’s fine. Why?

All that nonsense with
Postlethwaite. He'’s just
lettin'’ off steam, is all.

What nonsense?

Oh, sorry, Helen,
I thought you'’d have heard.

It'’s nowt, really.

Postlethwaite had the Mag
over at his farm,

trying to test a cow
that had been dead two years.

Some sort of form mix-up.

It'’s all been sorted now, mind.

I'’m sure it weren't
James'’s fault or owt.

No, course. Thanks, Tom.

Morning!

Morning, James.

Morning, Dick.

Morning, Jim.

Keeping you busy,
these Ministry fellas, eh?

You don'’t know the half of it.

Aye, right, well, I'’ll, er...

Aye, well, I'’ll start
bringing cows through for yer.

Thank you.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Here we are, girl.

Very good.

Sh, sh, sh.

She'’s good.

Next one.

Just need to measure
the swelling.

Could be something or nothing.

Richard Alderson were saying

he can charge extra for his milk

now he'’s had testing done.

Every bit helps.

Could be a bit of chill,
I suppose.

I'’m going to take a sample
back to the practice.

Just to be on the safe side.

If you think it'’s necessary.

I do.

But believe me,
I'’ll be glad to be wrong
on this occasion, Dick.

Right. Done.

Done, done, done, done.

Is her name really Mrs Hardmeat?

Apparently so.

Well...

Mrs Hardmeat makes
a very soft sponge.

I'’ll be out of a job soon

if these patients keep
bringing cakes for Tristan.

-Come on, Rock.
-Jess.

You could be a woman of leisure.

Travel the world,
sail the high seas.

I'’m just happy if I can hang up
me pinny for an hour or two.

There'’s an Elgar recital
at the village hall this week.

I hear pinnies
are strictly forbidden.

Oh, yes? Yes.

They'’re playing my favourite,
"Salut D'’Amour."

Well, we could go if you like.

Yeah, all right. Why not?

How about tomorrow?

I could pick you up.

Well, I'’ll meet you there.

Yeah. Exactly.

-Tristan?
-Florence.

I was just out
on some jobs. And I, erm,

...thought I'’d--
Thought I'’d check on Daisy.

See how she'’s doing.

Daisy'’s fine, thank you.

You having a spot
of car trouble?

I just bought it today.

Still getting used to it.

A Morris Cowley.

-Very nice.
-You think so?

Yes. Why? Don'’t you?

No, no, I do.
Yes, yes. Absolutely.

Hello, Daisy.

Yes, you seem to be
doing just fine. Erm...

Yes, yes.

All looks good from here.

What are you really doing here,
Tristan Farnon?

I'’m not quite sure,
to be honest.

I suppose I wanted to say hello.

Hello.

Hello.

OK, well, goodbye, then.

I could take you for a drive...

in the car.

I mean, if you like.

Not now, obviously.

Tomorrow maybe.

Or next week.

I'’m free most
of this month. Or year.

Pick me up at two tomorrow.

Let'’s see what this lady can do.

All right, good.

Yes. Perfe--

You'’ll make sure.

Yes, Mrs Turner. I'’ll make sure
Tristan gets the cake.

We'’re really sorry we missed
him, aren'’t we girls?

Yes, I'’m sure he will be too.

Come on Tricki.

Positive case.
One of Rudd'’s cows.

-Well, best that
you caught it now.
-Yes, I suppose.

Did Harcourt give you
a hard time this morning?

It'’s all in hand.

You know the MAG are
our Lords and Masters.

And Charles Harcourt is
not the benevolent manager
you are used to.

I'’m serious, James,
they have the power to
shut us down if they want.

You said this was
my sole responsibility.

I did. Yes I did.

I'’m just reminding you
to keep your nose clean,
that'’s all.

-Beautiful.
-Thanks.

-You missed a bit though.
-Oh! Very funny.

Good day?

Not particularly.

Rudd'’s got a cow with TB.

Here.

You'’re not giving it to them.

And every case you catch,
you help stop the spread.

That'’s not how most
of the farmers see it.

Tom told me about Postlethwaite.

You know what farmers
are like, though.

They'’re never happy unless
they got something
to grumble about.

He'’s right to be upset, though.

But there are a lot
of positive cases,

and I keep making a hash
of all these forms, which
does nothing to help.

That what your meeting
with the MAG was about?

Amongst other things.

Why are you keepin'’
all this to yourself?

It'’s not that I'm keeping
if from you, it'’s just...

I was the one that pushed
to take on the testing,

and you and your dad took
such a risk siding with me.

I just feel like I'’m letting
everybody down.

You, Siegfried, Dick and...

And what?

Nothing.

You could never let me down.

Yes, I stood by your side
because you'’re my husband,

but it'’s also
the right thing to do.

It'’s important.

Harcourt gave me a final
warning this morning.

And I'’ve got all these forms
to complete for Rudd'’s case

and I just can'’t seem
to get a grip on them.

There'’s nothing else?

No. No, that'’s it.

Then we'’ll sort it.

Together.

We'’ll have cake
coming out of our ears soon.

I don'’t know why they feel
the need to lavish Tristan
with baked goods.

He'’s charming. They like him.

So why do I never
get any cake, then?

One of life'’s many mysteries.

Come on Tricki.

Yes.

Ah! It'’s nearly dinnertime.

A mere hors d'’oeuvre, Mrs Hall.

Not for you.

Tricki? Tricki!

You see?
He'’s gone to hide again now.

He'’ll get used to it.

That bloody car!

Half the animals in the district
will be scared silly.

Oh.

Looks like Mrs Turner'’s been.

Best lemon sponge in Darrowby.

Except for yours,
or course, Mrs H.

Dinner'’s nearly ready.

Tristan, we really need
to talk about that car.

It'’s frightening the life
out of poor Tricki.

Oh, goodness'’ sakes,
Siegfried, what'’s going on
with you and that dog?

What'’re you talking about?
Nothing'’s going on.

You'’ll be wearing pearls and
feeding him foie gras next.

I'’m really starting
to worry about you.

I just don'’t think that car
is right for you.

Alright, it'’s
perfectly admirable

that you'’ve done these things
under your own steam...

And he saved up for it.

All well and good,
but the fact is,
it'’s not suitable.

Now, I'’ve spoken to Dinsdale
and he'’s agreed to take it back.

-No.
-What do you mean, no?

Just exactly what I said. No.

It is his car.

But it...

No, this is the money from
Mr Higgins, plus what
he owed from last month,

Mrs Trent, Mr Robertson
all accounted for.

So, you'’ll be back in
the practice tomorrow then?

Well, we'’ve nothing booked.

Unless we have
an emergency case come in,

I'’m taking Florence
for a drive in the new car.

-Not Florence Pandhi?
-Oh, Tris, that'’s exciting.

The daughter of our rival?

-Your rival, yes.
-No. No, I forbid it.

I'’ll go and put this
in the ledger.

"I forbid it!" Oh, Siegfried.

He'’s showing some initiative,

doing all the things
you'’ve always wanted him to do.

It'’s a good thing.

-You should be happy.
-It is, I am. I just...

Better go and check
that Tricki'’s all right.

Mrs H is saving you
some breakfast.

Thank you.

Oh, watch that.

Right, so these are the forms
you need Rudd to sign.

B 205 DT Form A.

And B 207 DT Form C.

This one here, B 213 DT,
is just in case he requests
evaluation.

So you might not need it.

Right.

I'’ll make start on
the rest of this today.

Are you sure you'’re not needed
up at Heston Grange?

This is more important.

- Cheerio.
- Bye.

There can'’t be any mistake?

Sorry, Dick.
I tested her myself.

She'’ll have to be taken
for slaughter.

Well, could'’ve been worse.

Could have infected
the whole herd.

I just need you
to sign these forms.

I get a compensation, though,
don'’t I, Jim?

The statutory value is £5.

Oh.

We can appoint a valuer
if you don'’t agree.

I have another form here
if you'’d like to contest it.

Oh, it'’s all right, Jim.

Right. I just need you
to sign these, then.

It'’s usually
Mrs Rudd'’s job, that.

I see. Is she around?

Out at t'’market.

Right.

Well, perhaps you could
sign them then, this once.

Then I can have
Jeff Mallock come down
and collect her...

get it over with.

Right you are.

And you will have to
shut down the farm, though--

just temporarily, until
the Mag can come down and
retest the herd.

Shut the farm?
You never mentioned that.

Because I was hoping
it wouldn'’t come to this.

-It'’s gonna put me
out of pocket.
-I know.

I know, and I...

I am sorry, Dick.

Please.

No, not there.

That'’s for me to sign.

If you just sign there.

It'’s just...

Just a bit of paper
to them, innit?

I can assure you it means
more than that to me.

It'’ll be all right, Dad.

Come on, back to work.

Tricki! Breakfast?

Tricki! Has anyone seen Tricki?

Oi! He was left in our charge,
we'’re responsible for him.

Tricki?

-Why don'’t you let me do that?
-I can manage.

Here, borrow me blanket.

You don'’t want her
sitting on the damp ground.

Oh, thanks Mrs H.

Oh, get out, you daft bugger.

Come on, Tricki, darling.

It'’s little darling's
favourite.

It'’s Battenburg. Yes.

How are the mighty fallen.

Oh. I was just, um...

Poor dog'’s terrified
to come out.

He'’s scared stiff
of that wretched car.

I know Tristan feels
strongly about it, but,
really, it'’s got to go.

He'’s very proud of it.

He'’d be prouder still
if he thought you approved.

Of that rust bucket?
I don'’t think so.

Ps-ps-ps-ps.

What'’s this all about?

'’Coz I know it's
not about Tricki.

It'’s nothing.

Ps-ps-ps.

I just...

I suppose I wanted to be the one
to buy Tristan his first car.

Well, you were.

And we both know
all that turned out.

And I'’d be lying if I said
I hadn'’t any regrets.

He worked for this car.

He earned it.

I just wish he'’d
do as he'’s told!

No, that'’s not true.

I'’m glad he's doing things
off his own bat.

He'’s a man now.

You'’ve got to let him
make his own decisions.

Even if he does
buy a '’rust bucket'.

I suppose I could allow him
a little more autonomy.

I suppose.

-Better get ready.
-Where are you going?

I'’m going to the Elgar
recital with Gerald.

Oh.

What the young people
call a '’date'.

No!

We'’re just going
to a recital together.

It'’s not a...

date.

It isn'’t!

Have a nice time.

No?

All the more for me.

Oh, now he comes.

You'’re all the bloody same.

You never do what I ask
until I stop asking.

-They Rudd'’s forms?
-Aye.

Lovely.

How did it go?

As well as can be expected,
I suppose.

Here. Let'’s get these
done and in the post.

Oh, give it here for God'’s sake.

Thank you.

Would you like a job?

As your official form filler?

Mm, more like my form assistant.

-What'’s the pay like?
-Terrible.

But the benefits
are pretty good.

-Barker?
-Here.

-Brown?
-Yes, sir.

You'’re not
in the fields now, my boy

-Johnson?
-Here.

Is that Tom?

-Chapman?
-Here.

-Smith?
-Tom?

-Johnson?
-Yes.

Tom never said
a word when I saw him.

Poor Anne and Bert.
They must be worried sick.

And proud.

Tom'’s doing his duty.
It'’s important.

What you'’re doing, a TB tester,
being a vet, that'’s important.

You do know that, don'’t you?

You'’re saving lives.

People'’s livelihoods
rely on you.

I know that. It'’s just...

I don'’t know--
It doesn'’t always feel that way.

It you hadn'’t found
that cow of Rudd'’s,

his whole herd would'’ve
gone down with TB by now.

His milk sold
across the county.

There'’s a reason
your job'’s protected.

But how can I,
in good conscience,
watch those young lads

go off for their training,
whilst I stay here,

testing cows and living
in my nice warm home?

It doesn'’t seem right.

No, I know.

I know. And I feel it too.

I do understand, James.

But it'’s not
your decision to make.

The people in charge
say you'’re needed here.

You are needed here.

And I'’m not just talking about
the farmers and the practice.

I need you.

I need to know
you'’re listening to me.

You'’re staying here.

I don'’t care if
it sounds selfish.

Even if it is selfish.

I need to make sure
Mallock'’s taken Rudd's cow

and get these last forms
sent off.

Y'’all right, Charlie?
Hello, Bert.

Sorry.

Sorry.

Are you all right, Audrey?

I think we need to talk.

Well, h-how '’bout a walk
around the block instead?

I'’d like that.

It'’s my fault.
I shouldn'’t have
pushed you to come.

You didn'’t.

You'’ve been nothing but kind.

And I enjoy your company
very much, Gerald.

I hope you know that.

You don'’t have to
explain yourself, Audrey.

No, I want to.

You deserve it.

I'’m just...

not used to
talkin'’ like this.

I loved my husband.

And things happen that are
out of our control and...

Well, it is what it is now.

I'’ve made me peace with it.

And with how things are
with Edward as well.

But it hurt me.

It still hurts me.

And I don'’t want pity,
plenty worse off than me.

But I feel...

safe with how things are...

with my place at Skeldale.

Life in Darrowby.

And I just...

Not ready to change that.

I understand.

What do you think
of the sandwiches?

I'’m pleasantly surprised.

-Did you make them?
-Of course I did.

Well, maybe with
a little bit of help.

This is a beautiful spot.

I'’ve actually never brought
anyone here before.

Is that right?

And I'’m not sure why
I just told you that.

Do I make you nervous,
Tristan Farnon?

No.

Maybe a little.

Does anything make you nervous,
Florence Pandhi?

Of course.

I suppose I'’ve...
got so used to people
looking at me funny and...

asking me where I'’m really from,

I'’ve grown a thick skin.

I'’m certainly not
indomitable, though.

You seem it.

You seem to know
exactly what you want.

And how best to get it.

"Seem" being the operative word.

Aren'’t we all just figuring
things out as we go?

"To err is human" and all that.

I feel like I spend
half my time doing
what everyone else wants.

And the other half?

Worrying that
I'’ve done it wrong.

What do you want?

From life, I mean.

I don'’t know.

I went to the school
that I was sent to,

became a vet because
that'’s what Siegfried wanted.

You'’ve never had your own dream?

Not particularly.

But you dreamt of owning a car.

I did.

And you bought yourself one.

You decided to ask me out.

I did.

And now here we are.

The only person holding you back
is you, Tristan Farnon.

I suppose you'’re right.

I usually am.

Jim! I'’ve just come down
from t'’top field.

-Edith tells me Mallock'’s been.
-What?

He'’s taken t'wrong cow.

He'’s off with me best milker!

Right. Get on the phone
to the knacker'’s yard
right away!

Edith'’s already tried that.
There'’s no reply!

He'’ll have shot her
before we can stop him.

He'’ll ruin me, Jim.

Which way did he go?

Edith said he went off towards
Grampton about ten minute ago.

He might be picking up
other beasts on the way.

-I'’ll go after him.
-Aye!

Well, it'’s your
responsibility, you know?

Come on, come on, come on.

-What'’s that?
-I said, '’Where are
we going now'’?

What? I haven'’t got a clue
what you'’re saying, sorry.

Please, please, please, come on.

Move over!

Well, someone'’s in a hurry.

Hang on, wasn'’t that...?

That'’s Mallock's van.

That'’s it, old girl, come on.

Come on!

Come on, that'’s it.
That'’s it, old girl.

That'’s it.

No, no, no, not now.

Not now. Not now. Dammit!

Dammit. Not now! No!

It is him.

Tris?

-Spot of car trouble?
-Oh, thank God.

Everything all right, old chap?

I'’ll explain on the way.

Just drive.

Oh, I'’ve
always wanted to
do this. Come on, then.

This is Jim, by the way.

Tim? Nice to meet you. I'’m Flo.

You too.

Yes, lovely view.

Tricki?

You'’re back early.

Seems it, uh...

might have been
a date, after all.

Ah.

I see.

Sorry to interrupt.

-Can I have a word, Siegfried?
-Of course.

Right, best get dinner started.

Is everything all right?

Not really, no.

How about a sherry?

Edward.

We saw Tom earlier.

He'’s volunteered for training.

-Tom Chapman?
-Mm.

And now James had got
it in his head

that what he'’s doin'
here isn'’t enough.

I told him, you'’ve got
a reserved occupation,
that he'’s needed.

The TB testing, it'’s important.

Thank you.

What did he say?

He said he knows but...

I'’m scared.

I know this sounds selfish,

but I'’ve given up
so much to be here.

Jenny...

me dad, the farm--
And I don'’t regret it.

I don'’t.

But I can'’t lose him.

I won'’t let that happen.

Why'’d you think
I made him partner?

He'’s vital here.

There'’s no way he'd
be allowed to leave.

What if we can'’t stop him?

Helen, look at me.

It may not always seem
like it, but I do, in fact,
still run this place.

Everyone under this roof
is in my care.

Do we understand one another?

I'’ll get it.

-Farnon.
-Harcourt. Come in.

It'’s unusual to see one of you
Mag fellows out in daylight.

I always
imagined you'’d turn to dust.

Witty as ever, Farnon.

Herriot'’s about?

Jeff! Jeff. Oh, thank God.

You'’ve got the wrong cow.

You'’re not Jeff Mallock.

Aye, you'’re right there, lad.

Owt else I can
help you with?

-Well, what now?
-To Mallock'’s.

Oh, I hope we'’re in time.

So, who was that chap?

Ket Feller,
from the cattle market.

Sorry, Tim.

Shut up, Kevin.

Shut up, Kevin!

Er, hey up, er, Mr Herriot.

Aye, see you'’ve brought
t'’whole gang with you.

Hello, Jeff.

I allus like a bite
about this time.

-So I see. Jeff, I, er...
-Look, er,

I'’m sorry but you've
caught me out, Mr Herriot.

What do you mean?

Well, I always like to get
carcass dressed for you, but...

you'’ve come a bit early.

But I... I just saw
the carcass through the window.

Nay, nay, lad, that'’s not 'er.

You mean, that isn'’t
the cow from Rudd'’s?

No, that'’s right.

I had to do another '’un first.

-Rudd'’s cow's still in t'’wagon.
-Alive?

Aye, alive, aye.

Last time I looked, aye.

Not had a finger on '’er.

Nice-looking cow for a goner.

She'’s no goner, Jeff.
You'’ve got the wrong cow there.

-Wrong cow?
-That'’s Rudd's best milker.

We'’ve been chasing you
across the Dales.

Pulled over Ket Feller
by mistake.

Well, that'’s a corker.

So you'’ll head up to Rudd's
and you'’ll change the cows over.

Well, give us a minute.
Don'’t like to rush me grub.

Would you like some?

Build up your strength.

You look like
you lost a shilling and
found a sixpence, lad.

No, no, it'’s very kind of you,
Jeff, but no, thanks.

-Ah, come on.
-I'’d love some.

-Thanks, Jeff.
-Yes, a nice pork pie.

Pork pie, my favourite.

Aye, aye, get stuck in.

Shut up, Kevin!
You daft '’apeth.

If you wouldn'’t mind, there's
a form that needs signing.

Aye, aye, aye.

-The wrong cow.
-Wrong cow.

I'’ll walk you to your door.

Come on.

Bye, Tim.

I'’d, er, completely
understand if you never
wanted to see me again.

I promise, that is not
what I had in mind...

Tristan Farnon,
that were, by far...

the best date
I'’ve ever been on.

Really?

Really.

Oh, er, by the way,
it'’s Jim, not Tim.

Why didn'’t you tell me sooner?

Oh, no!

I'’m so embarrassed.

Sorry. It was too much fun.

I don'’t think I can take
much more of this.

I'’m exhausted.

Come on, old chap, cheer up.

We did it, we saved the day.

And got the girl?

Oh... A gentleman
never tells.

But yes. Yes, I did.
We were just kissing back there.

Weren'’t you watching us?

I don'’t know.

Maybe Siegfried was right,

the testing is more bother
than it'’s worth.

I don'’t think
I can do it anymore.

Well, never tell him that.

It might create some sort of
space-time continuum.

I think I have to, Tris.

I'’m going to.

Hello?

Siegfried?

In here.

Ah, Herriot.
There you are.

Mr Harcourt.

I thought I'’d drop in,
check how things
are running here.

Mr Farnon'’s been kind enough
to fill me in on everything.

Right.

How'’d it go at Rudd's farm?

Um, we, erm...

Well, unfortunately,
we found another positive case.

Did we?
So can I expect more forms?

They were posted this morning.

I am giddy with anticipation.

I now have a signed
B 227 DT for you.

A receipt for slaughter.

Mallock?

How'’d you guess?

Post it.

And we agreed on the statuary
compensation with Rudd.

We?

What'’s this "we", Herriot?

How d'’you mean?

It'’s all you, ain't it?

You'’re responsible for all this.

I am. Yes.

I told Mr Harcourt you took
the running of the TB-testing
program entirely upon yourself,

on top of your
usual practice work.

Aye, that'’s true. But...

The amount of them
you were getting through,

I assumed the whole
practice was turning
its hand to the matter.

No, no. It was just him.

Your work will already
have saved lives.

You'’re a credit
to your profession, lad.

Thank you, sir.

In fact, the next district
is falling behind somewhat.

Perhaps you might like
to take on the extra work?

-I...
-Of course he would.

But please,
for the love of God,

do not make a balls up
of any more forms.

I'’ll make sure of it.

I'’ll show you out.

-Well done, Jim.
-Thanks, Tris.

This new car of yours,
want to show me how it runs?

Really?

Well, I can'’t very well
let you out in it
until I know it'’s safe.

Lead the way.

We'’re going for a spin, Mrs H.
Want to join us?

Oh, wait.

-I'’ll get me coat.
-Yes!

See how needed you are now?

I do.

Not least to finish
painting those doorframes.

Come on.