All language subtitles for All Creatures Great & Small - S07E08

Up to here. What do you think?

There's plenty of room.

I'm sure it's fine, James.

(LIVELY MUSIC PLAYING
ON GRAMOPHONE)

Aren't you going to help him?

JIMMY: You don't want us all
doing that, Mum.
Someone might see! (LAUGHS)

HELEN: Oh, I think we ought to
show a bit of interest,
don't you?

-Then we'll have to
play tennis all summer.
-Not quite.

HELEN: I don't think
it'll get that far.
(ROSIE LAUGHS)

Yes.

See? No problem
with the space.

I'll soon have it sorted out
with a bit of help
from the cricket club.

I thought we were having
a tennis court.

If we get the roller up here.
Use the white liner
for the court...

What a marvellous way to spend
summer afternoons, eh?

-Seems straightforward.
-Yeah, there's nothing to it.

Balls. That'll be the problem.

Still, have to put some
netting up, stop them
flying off at the end.

-Never find them in there,
would we?
-The vegetable plot?

Yes, well, that needs
sorting out, too.

Something else for me
to have to get down to.

-(PHONE RINGING)
-Oh! Knew it was
too good to last.

(HELEN CLEARS HER THROAT)

Does, uh, Susie Thornton
play tennis?

What's that supposed to mean?

I don't suppose your summer
afternoons will be up to much,

just playing
with me, Mum and Dad.

Look, I don't think Susie's
any of your business.

I just wondered
how her ewe was.

(SOFT ROMANTIC MUSIC PLAYING
ON GRAMOPHONE)

No, Mr Lawrence,
of course not.

Look, don't worry, I'll come
out straight away.
Mmm-hmm. Bye.

-I've got to pop out
to Barden farm.
-Right.

That was Angie's dad.
Pony's not too good.

What's the matter with him?

Examination first,
diagnosis afterwards.

-Can I come?
-Um, well, yes, if you like.

-See you later, darling.
-Bye.

HELEN: Bye.

He's seemed a bit stiff
the last few days.

You been riding him, Angela?

I've been away.
I knew he wouldn't like me
being away.

JAMES: Hmm.

It's the other way around.
It were a holiday
for the pony.

Do you know what it is?

Not absolutely certain.

Still, he does look stiff,
doesn't he?

It's nothing serious, is it,
Mr Herriot?

No. We'll get through it.

Won't we, Sinbad, eh?

-Rosie, get the penicillin
from the car, would you?
-Yes, Dad.

-Thanks.
-I'll come with you.

-Is he eating?
-Well, he's chewing but he's
having difficulty swallowing.

Accidents?
Any cuts, broken skin?

Not really.

Well, there was a bit
of a graze a fortnight back,
left foreleg.

Well, you can't see the scars.

Nevertheless...

You think it's tetanus, James?

I'm pretty sure it is.

But it is in the first stages.
Let's see what a course
of penicillin can do.

-She thinks the world
of this horse.
-Yes, I know.

Well, don't tell her.
No need to worry her unduly.

Thanks.
Angela, hold that, would you?

More exercise will
do us all good.
It'll be fun, too.

Especially for someone
watching me play,

tennis not exactly being
my strongest point.

I know, Dad.

Is Sinbad going to be
all right?

-I hope so.
-Is it tetanus?

That can be very bad,
can't it?

-Especially in horses.
-Yes.

I think the penicillin
will deal with that.

You didn't say anything
to Angela, did you?

No, I thought it would
frighten her.

You should be asleep,
young lady.

But it's Sunday tomorrow.

All right, just another five
minutes, then lights out.

-Night, night.
-Night.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(HELEN SIGHS)

-Tea.
-Thank you.

Rosie's quite serious,
you know, James.

-What?
-She's been talking about
being a vet for months now.

She's been talking about being
a vet since she was four.

Yes, but I think
this is a bit different.

She's 12!
It's a bit soon to be
thinking about a career.

That how you felt when Jimmy
decided he wanted to be a vet?

-(JAMES LAUGHS)
-James.

Just give her a bit
of encouragement.
It means a lot to her.

Well, she says she wants
to come out on my rounds
during the holidays.

If that doesn't put her off...

Look, I thought that I might
send off for one of these
cold-frame kits.

-Make a start
on the vegetable plot.
-Hmm.

Well, it's certainly a lot
better than what's there now.

Well, they do seem
very reasonable.

Think of all those
early vegetables.

-We could save ourselves
a few quid, too.
-Yes.

There is a bit more to it,
you know, than just
plonking them down, James.

There's a lot of
hard work involved.

I don't think you can ever
accuse me of being afraid
of hard work, Helen. (SCOFFS)

(JAMES LAUGHS)

We'll have her back to you
this afternoon, Mrs Pettinger.

You do think it's best,
Mr Farnon?

Oh, I do, indeed.
Absolutely the thing.

I never did have Jemima,
you know, done, but I couldn't
cope now, though.

She's a spitting image
of Jemima, this one,
isn't she?

Yes, she is, isn't she?
(LAUGHS)

When Jemima died, I thought
I wouldn't have another one,
but when I saw her...

-What's her name?
-Prudence.

Well, you leave her here
with us, Mrs Pettinger.

-She couldn't be
in better hands.
-Oh, I know that, Mr Farnon.

-Come on now, Patience.
-Er, Prudence.

I beg your pardon. Prudence.

-Shall we say, this afternoon
at 5:00?
-That'll be fine.

-Goodbye.
-Goodbye then. Goodbye.

Hello, Mr Venables.
Shan't keep you a moment.

Come on now, Prudence or
Patience, or whatever you're
called. In you pop. Oops!

There you go.

That's a good cat.

Right then, Mr Venables.
Bring him in.

Best breed of dog
in the world, this.

Just a bit tricky to lift,
aren't they, with that
deep breast bone.

Up you come, laddie.

Now, we'll have a feel
how that lump's going and
then we'll give him his jab.

I'm very grateful, Tris.
It's just the job. But the...

Yes. Let me get that
address down.

Right, got that. Good.

Thanks a lot, Tris. Mmm.
See you later. Bye.

Thank you. That'll be lovely.

That was Tris.
Someone in Brawton's
selling off some netting.

-For the tennis court! Mmm.
-Oh, good! How much?

Well, I don't suppose it'll
be very expensive.

Apparently, it's old
fishing net.

-(SCOFFS) Not much use
in Brawton.
-Exactly.

Can I come out
on the rounds today, Dad?

Yes. Good idea.
I'll be glad of the company.

Got to be off
in five minutes though.

-I won't be that long.
-Good.

-Oh, thanks, darling.
-Oh, thank you.

Mmm. Better get the car out.

Rosie, I'm running
late already.

Thought Dad didn't want Rosie
to be a vet.

What do you know about it?

Stands to reason, doesn't it?
Daft idea, girls being vets.

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Morning, madam.
Beautiful morning, too.

But then this a beautiful part
of the world at any time.

-Yes. Can I help you?
-Er, can I help you?
That's the question.

And the answer is,
very definitely, "Yes!"

You might wonder why I've got
a rolled-up rug under me arm.

I haven't. What I'm holding,
madam, is a work of art.

A work of art.

-If you're
selling something...
-I'm not selling, Mrs, er...

Heh, not selling.
More like giving it away.

The quality of this
magnificent rug is remarkable.
One look will convince you.

And this is the last one
I've got.

(PHONE RINGING)

MRS ALTON: Darrowby 385?
BOWLING: Morning, sir.
Beautiful morning.

I was just remarking
to your good lady wife.

Yes, he is. Just a moment.
Mr Farnon...

Uh, thank you, Mrs Alton.

Oh, er, Bowling's the name.

Hello?

-Now, madam, if I can just...
-Out!

Er, once you see
this Kasbah...

I've not asked you
over the doorstep and I have
no intention of doing so. Out!

Thank you
for your time, madam.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Well done, the missus.

(MEOWING)

Well, they'll run
a temperature for 24 hours,

then it'll drop back
to normal.

See?

Blood in the diarrhoea.

Necrotic enteritis
mostly affects pigs
between two and six months.

What causes it?

Well, there's some argument
about that.

Still, I reckon
the differences between
Salmonella, Vibrio and E. coli

can wait for another time,
don't you?

The root of the problem
lies in bad management.

And if I've told Harry Arnold
that once in the last 10 years
I've told him 100 times!

-There is a treatment, though?
-Yes.

Sulfadimidine.
If we catch it in time.

Another dead one, Harry.

Mrs Alton? Oh.

I'm sorry, Mr Farnon.
There's no sign.

Have you looked in the cellar?

Aye. I did think she might
have got shut in the larder,
but...

One simply does not
lose a cat.

Prudence! Prudence!

Well...

-Any luck?
-Definitely sans Prudence,
Siegfried.

It's too preposterous.

I've searched the house
high and low.
Where the devil is she?

Well, in the face of the
evidence I can only draw one
conclusion, my dear Watson.

-And?
-Well, if Prudence Kitten
isn't in the house

or the garden,

she must be somewhere else.

That really is all I need.

She must've got out
when that darn salesman
was at the door.

We're not gonna find her
by sitting out here.

SIEGFRIED: Ah, Mrs Alton.
We're going to have to
extend our search.

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(DOORBELL RINGS)

Ah, he's going to be
a grumbling at this,
Mr Herriot.

Right, Rosie.

Ring?

Thanks. That was
the hard part.

-Whoa there, lad.
-Shh, shh, shh!

-He don't like this,
Mr Herriot.
-He certainly doesn't, Fred.

I want to get the ring
through the hole...
There!

Shh! That's it. Whoa!

Thanks.

-Right, cup your hands
underneath when I put it in.
-Ah, cannot drop that.

Now, you drop this screw
and you are in
a lot of trouble.

And if I drop it, so am I!

JAMES: Now, the idea is
to get it through
the nasal septum.

You get it through
the cartilage it's too high
and it won't turn,

causes all sorts of problems.

Ready?

JAMES: Thank you.

Right, now move it around.
See if it's free.

-I think it is.
-Well done, lass.

JAMES: Good.

Better wash your hands.

FRED: Soap's next
to the bucket.

-Thanks, Fred.
-Ta, Mr Herriot.

-Do you think she could have
found her way home?
-No, no, no, no, no.

Mrs Pettinger
would've telephoned.

-Damn it! She can't have
gone far!
-Far enough, it seems.

Oh, this is intolerable!

Always been
very fond of her cats,
Mrs Pettinger.

Yeah, but I think
I'm going to get the car out
and drive around a little.

Uh, Tristan, will you inquire
up and down
the High Street, please?

-What?
-Well, someone may have
seen her.

(FRUSTRATED)
Someone must have seen her.

You want me to knock on
every door on the High Street?

I honestly can't think of any
other way. Now, come on.
Let's find that cat!

I think this is what
is known as
collective responsibility.

Siegfried loses the cat,
everyone else has to find her.

I knew I shouldn't have
left that salesman
on the doorstep.

Oh, I'm sure there were
many times she could have
got out.

She's bound to turn up.

In the meantime, any chance
of a cup of tea?

SIEGFRIED: Tristan!

Well, at least put
the kettle on, Mrs A.
I won't be long.

Right.

(MEOWING)

Something simply
has got to be done
about this surgery, James.

We need better facilities
for coping with animals,

pre and post-op,
as they insist on saying.

-I've often said that myself
actually, Siegfried.
-I'm glad you agree, James.

I mean there simply is
not enough space!

Sometimes the whole place
is chaos,
as you know yourself.

It's no wonder that sometimes,
sometimes,
something goes wrong.

Well, the surgery needs
money spending on it,
that's the problem.

Oh, well now, James,
money isn't always
the most important thing.

We simply do not lose animals
in this practice.

We don't, no.

Oh, Lord. There she is.
Must be her.

Oh, hello.
Do come in, Mrs Pettinger.

(STAMMERING) I tried to
telephone you earlier.

Prudence is all right,
isn't she?

Oh, yes.
I'm sure she's all right.
I'm quite certain of that.

It's just that
my partner and I...

Ahem...

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

-What is it tonight?
-Necrotic enteritis.

The pigs.

I can't really
understand it all.

Well, there's an awful lot of
basic stuff you need

before you can start
taking it all in.

It's quite complicated.

And it's quite late.

Jimmy doesn't think
girls can be vets.

-Doesn't he?
-You don't think that, though,
do you, Dad?

I don't think it's
the easiest thing
for a girl to be.

Small animal practice,
the sort of job that
Granville Bennett does...

But it's not the same.
Not like working on farms.

Look, if you're coming out
with me tomorrow you better
get some sleep, hmm?

Night, night.

Good afternoon, Mrs P.

Good afternoon, Mrs Pettinger.

Uh, is it Prudence?

No, no, I'm afraid not. No, I
stopped because I thought...
-Oh, no, no, I...

I put a bit of food out
for her in case she finds
her way back at night.

But...

Well, she's only little.

Something will have
happened by now, I suppose.

Dad said he used to be
a fisherman.

-You don't get fishermen
in Brawton.
-He said he used to be.

Well, sounds a bit
fishy to me.

I think you'll have to do
better than that with Susie.

-Was Mrs Pettinger very upset?
-Afraid so.

Oh, well, there's nothing
anyone can do.

Oh, keep asking. Keep looking.
She's still a young kitten.

Don't know how she'll fare
when it comes to finding
her own food, though.

In my experience, if a cat
can't find food it soon
finds a human.

Well, let's hope so.

Siegfried is furious
with himself.

Consequently,
with everybody else.

-How did Rosie get on today?
-Oh, she's fine.
She had a really good time.

-You gave her some tough jobs?
-Is that what she said?

No, that's just
my interpretation of what
she told me.

Well, I think she ought to see
veterinary work

in a country practice for what
it really is.

Yes, but James,
there's no need to overdo it.

-Come out and see the nets.
We've got one over the line.
-Oh, smashing!

-Very reasonable
for the quality of netting.
-How much?

-Come on, then.
-Yes, we're coming.

He's a retired fisherman
from Grimsby.
Honest as the day is long.

You could always smell
the tar and the salt on him.

How much?

-�4.
-�4!

This should do the trick,
then, Dad.

Looks like a good buy.

-What about the others?
-This is the best one.

Yeah, well.

-Soon patch it up.
-(SNICKERS)

I'll use string or something.

It'll be fine.

I've written out some notices
with a description
of Prudence.

That's a good idea,
Mrs Pettinger.

I thought I'd put them up
in the post office,
round the village.

We shan't stop looking.

The question is,
where to look,
that's the problem.

Do you think she'll
find somewhere warm?
Last night, I mean.

Oh, well, cats are very
sensible, you know,

when it comes to finding
shelter for themselves.

Oh, she's so tiny, though.

Hardly slept last night
for thinking of her
out there on her own.

-I wish there was
something else I could say.
-Oh.

I just popped in on
the off-chance that Prudence
might have...

Still, she's hardly likely
to turn up here.

We shall go on looking
and asking.

Oh, don't you
worry yourself, Mr Farnon.
It's not your fault, I'm sure.

-I'm very much afraid it is,
Mrs Pettinger.
-Oh, no. No.

I should never have had
another cat after Jemima.

I knew it were a mistake.

-Well, I'd best be off, then.
-Yes. Right.

MRS PETTINGER: I'll keep on
trying to find her.

Ah, yes. You can go that way,
Mrs Pettinger.

There you are, Sinbad.

He doesn't want to eat,
Mr Herriot.
But he's okay, isn't he?

Let's give the penicillin
a chance, eh?

-Don't you think so, Rosie?
-I think he looks
a bit better.

All he wants to do is
go for a ride, he's bored.
So am I.

You keep him warm
and comfortable.

And definitely...

No riding. I know.

(LAUGHS) Right!

-Well, tell your dad I'll come
and see him again tomorrow.
-All right, then. Bye.

Bye, Rosie.

Thanks, Mr Herriot.
I know you'll make
Sinbad better.

-See you tomorrow.
-Bye.

He did look better, didn't he?

Oh, I don't know, Rosie.
It's a bit early.

Penicillin can cure anything.

No, it's not quite
as simple as that.
It is a marvellous drug.

We'll have to keep
a close eye on him.

I know you'll make him well.

(PATRONS TALKING INDISTINCTLY)

Obviously he hadn't used
those nets for fishing
for a very long time.

And the last time he did
was probably when he
went out of business.

So much for the honest
old sea salt, eh?

Tris, anything I ever do
for Rowan Garth
always goes wrong.

Everything Helen does
always goes right.

-Now why is that?
-It's one of the immutable
laws of the universe, James.

(SIGHS) She's a woman.

Ah.

We're really gonna have to do
something about it, you know.

This business isn't going to
do the reputation of
the practice any good at all.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) Prudence,
Mrs Pettinger's cat.

I was wondering about
the outhouse.

No, Mrs A's looked in there,
twice.

If we were to knock straight
through from the surgery,

do a little simple
construction work,

a bit of simple plastering,

and then fit it out
with some decent cages,

so on, we'd have
the absolutely ideal area
for keeping animals.

Pre, post, overnight,
observation, what you will!

-Well?
-A good idea.

And if we use some of it
for storage, we'd have
more room in the surgery.

I mean, something along
the lines of Granville's place
would be tremendous!

Perhaps a bit more modest, eh?

James, there are many,
many areas in which

a veterinary practice can
make its economies.

Where we much never skimp
is where it concerns
the animals and the customers.

Never!

So, here's to
the Prudence Kitten Wing.

You said you'd done
all your homework.

-I'm writing about what I did
with Dad today.
-(JIMMY SCOFFS)

-You're not gonna be
a country vet, Rosie.
-Yes, I am.

-Dad doesn't want you to.
-He does!

Of course he doesn't.

-It can't be that difficult.
-Any instructions?

-Yes.
-Make sense?

Uh...

I'll have a go
at putting it up.

It'll be easier to see
how it all goes together
in the garden, eh?

-You don't think it's silly,
do you?
-No, of course not.

That's like saying
women shouldn't be farmers.

There's plenty of women
running farms round Darrowby
to make a nonsense of that.

Plenty of men who'd still
say it though.

Do you think Dad really
doesn't want me to be a vet?
A proper vet.

Don't let Granville Bennett
hear you say that.

He's a proper vet, too,
you know.

-You know what I mean!
-Yes. Of course, I do.

I just wish Dad did.
It doesn't feel like he
wants to help me.

You've gone out with him
often enough lately.

Yes, I know, but...

I'll take these upstairs.

Thank you.

How's it going?

Where does the glass go?

Oh, that just slides in here.

James.

Why don't they print the
instructions in plain English?

-It's ridiculous!
-It is.

It's absolutely... (LAUGHS)

Yes, all right, Helen,
I know there's
a funny side to it.

I'm sorry.

(PHONE RINGING)

Darrowby...

Oh, hello, Jack.

When's she due?

Uh-huh. What can you see now?

I'll be right out. Mmm-hmm.

Rosie?

Rosie. Rosie, wake up.

-What is it?
-It's one of
Jack Hucknall's cows.

You said wanted to come out
on a night call.

Unless you'd rather
turn around and go back
to sleep?

I'm coming.

Can you be ready
by the time I am?

Good girl.

The prolapsed cervix
involves the vagina,

and in this case,
the bladder, too.

It's not uncommon,
but it's a messy business.

And if there are
complications with...

I hope there's none here,
Mr Herriot.

No, no, Jack.
It's straightforward enough.

I'm just explaining to Rosie.

Not the sort of thing
I'd expect a lass
to be interested in.

I'd like to be a vet one day.

It's no life for a lass.

Not as lass could do it
in the first place, eh.
(LAUGHS)

See what I mean about farmers?

They don't like women vets.

-Morning.
-Morning, James.

(YAWNS) Sorry.

-Night call?
-Mmm.

-Prolapsed cervix.
-Oh.

Still, I don't suppose Rosie
will be up till lunchtime.

You took Rosie with you?

Yes. Yes, she's been
coming out with me
quite a bit.

Goodness!

She's deadly serious,
you know, Siegfried.

Trouble is she's set her heart
on large animals.

I've tried to show her
that it's impossible.

Filthy, smelly, arduous.
As well you know.

Indeed I do, James.
I wouldn't wish any of it on
a girl that I loved, either.

Hmm.

But perhaps, you know,
love shouldn't only want
to protect.

Bye, James.

(SIGHS)

Hello!

Helen, what's this?

Hello, love.
Erm, a man came earlier.

It's, um, a genuine Kasbah.

A genuine what?

Er, it's Kasbah.

A very unusual
type of oriental rug.
From Afghanistan, I think.

It's certainly very unusual.

-Apparently, not many of them
even get into India.
-I'm not surprised.

It's the only one of its type.
He got it on the border.

-Which border?
-Normally they cost hundreds
of pounds.

You haven't bought this,
have you?

Mr Bowling's coming back
later. I said you'd want to
look at it, James.

But it's a bargain!

HELEN: Uh...

Not only a delight to have
in your home, Mr Herriot,
but an investment.

-The thing is...
-That's because of its rarity.

You're already getting
a magnificent rug at a
fraction of its real value,

but that value
can only increase.

Craftsmanship of this kind is
dying out all over the world.

This offers you the tradition
of centuries in your own home.

-Even so, Mr Bowling...
-Of course, the very
advantageous price

at which I bought
the stock of Kasbahs from
the ancient mountain village

and despite the fact that
every one is
completely unique,

that is to say,
there's a bit of room
for negotiation.

Mr Bowling, it's not
a question of negotiation.

Er, James...

I know Mrs Herriot's very
taken with the rug, so

I'll tell you what I'll do,
I said £25...

I really don't want to pay
£25 for this, er...

I'll be frank with you,
Mr Herriot, I, er...

I bought this rug
at such a competitive price

that I'm prepared to let you
have it for £15.

Now, that's not a price
I'd do for anyone.

Look, Mr Bowling, I don't care
what price you're asking.

I think it's hideous.

-But as an investment...
-No.

-10?
-No.

-But your good lady wife...
-No, Mr Bowling.

Now, shall I help you
roll it up?

That's quite all right,
thank you, Mr Herriot.

Helen, it was awful.

It was simply a matter of
taste, James.

You shouldn't have to be
quite so rude about it.

If that was made
in Afghanistan,
then I'm a Chinaman.

-Lunch ready yet?
-A few minutes.

Listen, next time I bring home
some netting that's
full of holes

or a cold-frame
that no one in the world
could possibly ever erect,

I'd like you to say just one
word to your mother,

"Kasbah"!

James!

(HELEN AND JAMES LAUGH)

Deteriorating rapidly.

The penicillin isn't working.

-There's no question
it's tetanus?
-There never was.

I really thought there was
something I could do,

but there isn't.

I'm sorry, Keith.

-I know your dad's gonna
get him back to normal.
-Of course, he will.

You've been out
with him a lot lately.

I don't know why
you want to be a vet.

You have to wear
some smelly clothes
and do some horrible things.

I know, that's what my dad
tries to show me.

I wouldn't want to do it.

Dad?

Come on, lass.

-Is Sinbad going to die?
-Yes.

There must be something
you can do.

All I can do is put him down.

-No!
-(FIRMLY) Yes.

I've seen a horse that was
left to die of tetanus.

I've never forgotten
the suffering.

There is no other way,
honestly.

It's not fair!

No, it isn't fair.

(CAR DOOR SLAMMING)

Oh, Mr Farnon.
Mrs Pettinger phoned.
Good news!

-Prudence?
-She's been found.

(RELIEVED) Ah, that is
wonderful news, Mrs Alton.

Oh, excellent!

Now, I really ought to look in
on her, see how she is.

The least I can do
in these circumstances. Right.

Oh, er, Mr Tristan was
looking for you.
He's in the garden.

Oh, is he?

Right you are.

Oh!

(BELL TOLLING)

-Uh, I got them.
-Hmm?

I asked George Stapleton
to pop over yesterday,
have a look at the outhouse,

give us an estimate.

-You did what?
-The Prudence Kitten Wing.

Actually, I think
it's quite reasonable.

It's a big job,
bigger than you'd think.

Breaking through
from the surgery, RSJs,
and all that.

Oh, and this is to give us
an idea about what we
should be thinking of

when we're, you know,
fitting the place out.

Cages, storage, shelving.

I had a word with a firm
they're in Leeds.

They specialise
in this sort of thing.

In fact, they fitted out
Granville's surgery.

Well, what do you think?

Tristan, I just don't know
where you get the idea
that the practice has money

to throw away on grandiose
schemes of this kind.

It wasn't my idea, Siegfried.

Well, I'm perfectly sure
it wasn't James'.

-No, it wasn't.
-Well, there you are, then.

I mean, an idle conversation
about the possibility
of the practice spending

some of its hard-earned
capital on a few new items
of equipment

is one thing.

But constructing an entire
new veterinary hospital
is something else.

My dear boy. (LAUGHS)

Our customers are very rarely
impressed with show
and the animals never are.

Oh, by the by,

-Prudence Kitten
has been found.
-Good. (SIGHS)

-So she doesn't need a wing.
-(FAINTLY) No.

I'm sure Dad didn't mean
to upset you.

He doesn't
want me to be a vet.
He hasn't all along.

Jimmy was right.

-Dad actually said that?
-Sort of.

He doesn't have to say it.
It's the way he's been.
All the things he's shown me.

I know it's very hard
sometimes but it doesn't
have to be all the time.

Hello.

Rosie?

She's best left.

(ROSIE'S DOOR SLAMMING)

-It's about Angela's pony.
-It's a bit more than that,
isn't it?

I hadn't really taken
all this in. I thought you
were encouraging her.

She needed to see
what being a country vet
is all about.

-I didn't want to upset her.
-Well, you have!

I gather you've done
everything you can to put
Rosie off being a country vet.

Well, you know why.

It's a dirty and dangerous
job and it always will be.

She looked to you
for help and encouragement and
she didn't get any, did she?

-That's unfair!
-She's disappointed that you
didn't take her seriously!

And so am I, James.

She set her mind
on a country practice,
large animals.

I don't believe a woman should
do that sort of job.

(SCOFFS)
A very old-fashioned way
of looking at things.

With modern methods,
modern equipment...

Spending her life being kicked
and trampled on
and covered in muck?

But that's not what
being a vet's all about.
You don't believe that.

It's as much about
brute force as it is about
veterinary science.

Come on. That's not true
and you know it.

Do you really think
that I haven't got Rosie's
best interests at heart?

I think you don't really know
what her best interests are.

James, there are some women
in country practice.

Well, that doesn't...

Look, I don't want to see her
disappointed later on.

And anyway, we're not talking
about anyone, are we,
a woman.

We're talking about our
daughter, a young girl.

She won't be a young girl
in 12 years' time.

It isn't about that either.

Isn't it?
Only the other day you were
talking about that time

-when Rosie was nearly hurt
at Binn's farm...
-She was nearly killed!

I know, James.

Are you sure that hasn't got
something to do with
the way you feel now?

Look, Helen,
my objections are practical,
straightforward ones.

I see.

Feelings don't come
into it at all?

No, they don't.

Well,

I wish you'd made her feel
that you were on her side.

I think you're wrong, James.

Very wrong.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

-You all right?
-I'm back at school next week.
I'm trying to catch up.

Good girl.

Look, I'm, uh...

I'm really sorry
about this afternoon.

If I'd known, I wouldn't have
taken you up to the farm.

I had to see
what being a vet means.

That's what we've been doing
all this time.

Well, don't work too long.
Supper soon.

You didn't want me to be
a vet at all, did you?

-It's not that simple, Rosie.
-But you didn't!

Look, I really did believe
that it was very important
that you saw the work,

well,

the way it is.

It's not that I don't want you
to be a vet.

Small animal practice
is different.

If that's what interests you.

But it isn't. I wanted to work
with large animals.

It's not for a woman.

I don't see how
it ever can be.

And the more you
think about it, well,

I'm sure you'll understand.

It's not the life for you,
Rosie, believe me.

You must be right or
I wouldn't have got so upset,
would I?

I'm sure I don't want to be
a vet at all now.
So it doesn't really matter.

(ROSIE FIGHTS BACK SOBS)

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Ah, James?

-Sorry I'm late, Siegfried.
-Oh, nothing to worry
about, James.

Not a soul awaits you.
You can put your feet up.

The wanderer has returned,
James.

-What?
-Prudence Kitten.

-And no harm done, apparently.
-Oh.

That's good news.

-Anything I can help you with,
James?
-No, not really, Siegfried.

It's Rosie, actually.

Still not keen on being
the next Granville Bennett?

Far from it.

She doesn't want to be a vet
at all now.

Oh.

-Well, that's what you wanted,
isn't it?
-No, it isn't!

I just wanted to get her off
the idea of large animals.

I had no idea
she'd be so upset.

Perhaps you didn't take her
seriously enough.

Do you know, when I think of
some of the dreams I had
as a young man,

and the obstacles that stood
in their way, they seemed so
enormous at the time.

But looking back, of course,
they were all

surmountable.

I think people trod so heavily
on my dreams, that I

can't allow myself to tread
on anyone else's with anything
but the softest of footfalls.

We spend a lot of our lives
looking for the way home,
James.

(SIGHS DEEPLY) The only thing
is we don't have the aptitude
for it that cats do.

SIEGFRIED: Bye. Tristan!

Tristan! Come on, man.

-Is Prudence all right?
-Oh, yes. (LAUGHS)

-Oh, that is splendid news,
Mrs Pettinger.
-Yes, marvellous.

-Where is she?
-Oh, she's not back
from her adventures yet.

Do you know,
it was so strange.

The phone rang and a man said
that his daughter had found
a kitten in their garage.

Of course, she'd got
the name tag
with my telephone number.

All that way, you know!

Oh, well, you know,
cats will wander for miles
if they've a mind to.

When are you
expecting her back?

Oh, Mr Farnon, I was so glad
to hear that Prudence was safe

I've not even
given a thought yet as to how
I'm gonna fetch her back.

Well, don't give it another
thought, Mrs Pettinger.

Why don't I take you over,
to wherever it is, tomorrow?

Oh, I couldn't ask you
to do that, Mr Farnon.

You don't have to ask me,
Mrs Pettinger.

It would be my pleasure,
after all it was...

Well, anyway, everything's
turned out happily in the end.
That's all that matters.

I'm sure my brother can
hold the fort at Skeldale

for an hour or so tomorrow,
can't you?

Oh, absolutely.

Been a great help.

SIEGFRIED: Say no more.

-I'll be over to pick you up
at 9:00.
-That's very kind!

So where did
the little rascal get to?

Do you know,
it's hard to believe, but

she were found in Hull!
(LAUGHING)

I'm so sorry,
I thought you said Hull.

It's remarkable, isn't it?

Hull?

It's a large seaport,
Siegfried, close to
the Humber Estuary.

I'd say, three hours there,
three hours back.
Maybe a bit more.

MRS PETTINGER: I'm ever so
grateful. (LAUGHS)

Er, till tomorrow, then.

SIEGFRIED: Indeed so.

-Until tomorrow.
-MRS PETTINGER: Yes!

That was a bit of bad luck,
eh, Siegfried?
(LAUGHS)

Well, you can look after
my calls and surgery,
can't you, Tristan?

It's a hell of a while
since I was in Hull.
Remarkable city.

I have some very fond

memories of that place.

But that was all
an awful long while ago.