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[theme music playing]

[theme music fades]

[soft whimsical music playing]

[Siegfried] Where is it?

Where are you?

[sighs]

[grunts]

[sighs]

Once more unto the bag.

-What have you lost?
-Suture kit.

-Jacket pocket?
-No!

| mean, how am | supposed
to find anything in...

In the car?

Where's James? He should know.

Surgery's started.

[knocks on door]

-[Siegfried] James, can you--
-[goat bleating]

-[James] Siegfried!
-[clattering]

-Sorry, Mrs Stokes.
-James!

| was in the middle
of treatment!

-Ladies!
-[glass breaking]

[James] Ladies, ladies!

Out of there!

Out you go-- no!

Ladies!

[Helen]
Can't be... No, sorry,

must be an oversight.

ill Make Sure We pay Ik as Soon
possilole. Thank youl

aS @ fight ness in tinere.
[James] No, no, no. Dispensary.

[Helen]
James-- you all right?

[James] Not in there! Hither!

-Not the lunch!
-[bleating]

-Oh ‘eck, me ironing!
-Come on, ladies, come on.

-[bleating]
-[Mrs Hall] No-- not in there!

Not in my pantry!

[Helen]
James, what has happened?

-Got you.
-[bleating]

[thuds]

I'm so sorry.

-Not your fault.
-[dog barking]

Come ‘ere.

-[dog barks]
-[goat bleating]

Oh, get down from there!

[dog barking]

-[music fades]
-[bell dinging]

As | was saying, Mrs Stokes,

Keep her legs clry
andl apply this a daly.

Ta.

-This is a small animal surgery.
-| Know.

These are goats.

Why are they here?

Yeah, well.
Betty's got mud rash.

And she won't go anywhere
without Hilda.

-S0 hrlilda’s having a day out?
(Mrs Stokes] Aye. (laugins)

We got @ litt to Darrowoy
with me neighbour.

Eee, the girls loved
riding on that cart.

Didn't you?

(clears throait]
“Will you eM ESESIOKESY4

Yes.

[Siegfried]
What were you thinking?

You saiicl we should ask owners
to boring animeals in,

-if they could--
-Yes, yes, | didn't mean goats!

James] What clic you mean’?
-{cloorloell rings)

[Siegfried]
| meant, use your judgement!

-Look at this.
-Morning!

[Siegfried]
It was full yesterday,

it costs a fortune!

You can't have used ttt alll up
on goat

Or did you give Hilda
a good dusting too,

so she wouldn't feel left out?

Mr Cargill called,
chasing payment for his invoice.

[goat bleats]

[Siegiiried]] We're up
to our eyes in farm visits,

We're drowning In paperwork
and youre chucking exoensive,

wound powder
around like confetti!

Tine goats knocked It over
you charged tint

(Slegtiried]]
| suppose we're lucky Mrs Stokes

-What were you doing, anyway?

[Siegfried]
And | don't "charge in"!

-What did you want?
-A suture kit!

They're having a right
ding dong. [chuckles]

[Helen] We'll send your bill,
end of the month.

Oh, there's no need.

I'll settle up now.

First prize
at Women's Institute.

[Helen] Oh.

Best Autumn preserve.

Thank you.

-What's this?
-[James] A hoof knife.

My hoof knife!

Well, if you leave things
lying around--

Perhaps instead
of an equipment cupboard,

we should just bury
things in the garden!

[Siegfried] Worth a try!

Wino knows,
mayoe that's [ ‘fila.

FSony, are you wallting-
=. bloody suture kit.

-Excuse me.
-[goat bleating]

| can hear every word out there!

You're gonna have
to keep it down...

Mr Farnon.

[gentle music playing]

Miss, um...

-Harbottle.
-Yes, of course!

I'm so sorry.
|-- I've been wrestling goats.

[chuckles]
They seem to have won.

[both chuckle]

Ms Harbottle and |

met at the Farmers'
Union dance last week.

The foxtrot.

[both] Carpe diem.

[whimsical music playing]

[Harbottle]
Ah, you told me to call.

-So | did!
-So, I'm here.

To discuss your offer.

[music fades]

You need to take Over
administrative burcen,

leaving you tree to concentirate
on your veterinary work.

[Siegfried] Ms Harbottle,

| couldn't have said it
better myself.

(cnuekles|
| think thai what you said.

-And what | said--
Uh--

BrINGING Orcler to GNaoSs
is my speciality.

You're in the middle
of lambing season.

You must be exhausted,

especially without
your brother to help.

Frankly,

it's a wonder you've been
alle to manage at alll.

Yes. | suppose it is.

Have you come far?

Oh, from Brawton.

I've just finished at Henshaw's.

-The feed merchants.
-Oh!

Secretary, clerk and assistant
to the manager.

Mr amon, pernaps you coulle
show me around?

Yes, of course!

Excuse me, Mrs Hall.

[Siegfried] Uh,

-this is Mrs Herriot...
-James.

...and Mr Herriot.

Ah, yes, the junior partner.

-Hello.
-How d'you do?

We have two treatment rooms.

-Yeah.
-For small animals.

Butt the meljoriiy of your
practice is farm animals?

Mace harecer now loecause
SO many farms are shortnancded.

Hm.
And you're blazing the trail

with your TB testing
as | recall.

Yes, it's-- it's very much
a joint effort.

Shall we?

[Harbottle] Ah!
One of our brochures.

-Our second treatment room--
-[telephone ringing]

Aha! Suture kit.

-Oh.
-Well done! [laughs]

Darrowby 2297.

Oh, hello, Mr Dakin.

-Dispensary--
-Oh, not again?

Poor Blossom. No, you can't
leave her like that, can you?

Oh.

-My office.
-[sighs]

I'm afraid the paperwork

rather has the upper hand,
at the moment.

As does everything else.

-What's that?
-That is Vonolel.

-Hello!
-[rat squeaks]

You know,
rats are as intelligent as dogs.

-Aren't you? Yes!
-[squeaks]

And very affectionate.

Where's your cash box?

On! We just, uni—=
sttuiir it alll in here, you know.

Uh, you just stuff it...

Mmm.

You go out ane you leave
that money there cay day?

Well, it's never come
to any harm before.

THaroottel
And how aloout your petty cash?

It's all in there,
petty and otherwise.

[chuckles]

In my experience, Mr rarmnon,
what's needed to transirorm

even the most shambolic
of businesses

are a few particular changes.

With the right person
to implement them.

[Mrs Hall] Mr Farnon.

-Cow's got a torn udder.
-[Siegfried] Mr Dakin?

Tell him I'll be up
as soon as | can.

Already have.

[Harbottle]
I've seen all | need.

I'm going to get started
right away.

Terms as agreed?

-Hmm?
-You have a cow to attend to.

| need to get
this place shipshape.

[Gnuexles|| Now.
Where's your appointment book?

Uh...

Oh, excellent.

Oh, thank you, Mrs Hall.

Now. Any queries | have,

| shall record it
on one of these.

and I--
| shall keep it here

for addressing at your leisure.

A splendid idea, Ms Harbottle.

Thank you, Mr Farnon.

Calm down
before you talk to him.

-Why dicint you ask me?
=/ou weren't there.

At the Farmers' Ball?

| client realise
We handing out jolos.

Carpe diem.

Quam minimum credula postero...

-Olh, that explains itt then.
aWheart will she cdo?

Save us firom this
papenwork apocalhyose.

Rescue us from our
administrative quagmire.

Is it really that bad?

you sent out iin tine last montin?

-Uh...
-Exactly.

We have suppliers calling daily.
We have to do something, James.

You could use
an extra pair of hands.

Ms raroottile’s not 2 vet.
‘That's what we're missing.

The point is,
she'll allow us to be vets.

Maybe he's right.

Maybe she can sort
things out in there.

| doubt she knows
what she's in for.

She's just dazzled by the Latin
and the foxtrot.

If she can get the better
of that paperwork,

I'll spin her round
the dancefloor myself.

You will not!

Well. She's here now.

[serene music playing]

[car revving]

[music continues]

Hello.

[woman] Good morning, Mr Farnon!

Morning, Mr Dakin.

Only just. You took your time.

It's worth coming up
for the view.

Always lifts the spirits.

Aye. But views don't pay bills.

And you can't see much
when it rains.

[mooing]

Hello. Poor old Blossom.

Let's see how bad it is
this time.

Ah, it's a right mess again.

Another cow trod on her.

[cow mooing]

Yes, well...

a sharp cow's hoor
can do a great deal of danage.

| speak from bitter experience.

Blossom's never kicked anybody
in her life.

It's up to you, but...

this is the third time
I've come out to stitch her up.

And I'm afraid it's going
to keep on happening.

/A low ueleler witin age.
is getting on.

Oldest one here.

Apart from me.

(Slegiiried] She's still worth
é DSNhy OF two.

She doesn't owe me anything.

It might cost more to keep her
going than she brings in.

I'm just thinking
of your business, Mr Dakin.

[melancholic music playing]

You think she should go then?

Well, if there's
nowt else for it

Ill get you Jack at Mallloek’s
to Gome ane olek Up.

Listen, I'll sew her up again,
so she's not in pain.

There's no charge.

Oh!

-I'Il get you some hot water.
-Thank you.

[Helen] James?
I'm going to the farm.

Drovers later?

-I'd love that.
-Ahem!

[clears throat]

Mr Herriot?

-Ms Harbottle?
-Um...

Whose handwriting is this?

Mr Farnon's.

-And this?
-Same.

Oh.

I've had a go
at his paperwork before.

-Good luck.
-[chuckles]

See you later.

-The accent. Paisley?
-Aye. [chuckles]

-You?
-Dunbarton Road.

-Oh!
-Now, solving Siegfried!

Mrs Hall says
there's an art to it.

| think of it more
as code-breaking.

Makes it more exciting.

-Ooh, that is a tricky one.
-[knock on door]

-[dog barking]
-'Granular’ something?

No, that's a 'd'.

-[Gerald] Hello?
-In here!

-Gerald.
-I've been up the allotment.

Ah!

Ooh!

Oh, this is Ms Harbottle.

-She's just joined us.
-How d'you do?

Mr Hall.

Oh, no, I'm Gerald Hammond.

-Mr Hammond is a friend.
-Oh. | assumed...

[James] Glandular!

It's ‘glandular fever’.

Thank you.

[Mrs Hall] Come on, Rock.

[dog barking]

Do you still want to go
to the pictures, Friday?

A Girl Must Live.

That's the film.

Oh! Sorry.

Yes. | do. [chuckles]

I clon't, uln, know
ine nheMAWASESOMEONEIDEWE

Nor me.
One of Mr Farnon's ideas.

Oh. One of those.

Well.

"Til Friday.

Come on, Rock.

Out we go.

[serene music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

Hello! How's she getting on?

The belle of the Farmers’ ball?

She's Inairel att it ailll claxy
and she’s barely mace a dent.

[chuckles]

[babbling]

[woman] Come away, Benjamin.

You're not supposed
to be in here!

[baby babbling]

| Know what you're thinking.

You must be thinking it, too.

-We said we'd wait.
-| know.

I'm just not sure
what we're waiting for.

It could all be over soon.

Or it could go on for years.

-Sorry to keep you.
-Hello.

-[Maggie] The usual?
-Please.

You heard anything
more from Tristan?

- 00:15:31,560
t's amazing
now he can wine up Siegiiried

-from hundreds of miles away.
-[laughs]

[Maggie] | reckon
they'll all be home soon.

i it wasn't for tne ration
DooksralnGl victory gardens,

you'd have no idea
tinere WAS 2 WAr ON.

[clock ticking]

[Siegfried] Ah, Ms Harbottle.

riow lnelve you ttound! tthe ihlercullean
of tackling our paperwork?

Invoices.

I'll pop them in the post
on my way home.

You are a wonder.

And iif you Goulld take
€ look att these

Scout's honour.

-Good evening, Mr Farnon.
-Good evening.

All right, ladies and germs--
sorry, gentlemen!

It's the moment
you've all been waiting for.

Is it going to be your
lucky day?

Because it is, ferret roulette!

[cheers and applause]

The coat is going down,
the ferret's going in,

lout wihnere'’s he gonna Come out,
that's the big question!

Place your bets,
ladies and gentlemen,

winile | retrieve our Iitle star
ISKEESSIMOOOns

It's the pride of Yorkshire.

Here is the ferret!

[cheers and applause]

Now, he's gonna go in,
here he goes--

Oh, go on, Maggie.

Oh, brave bet!
Thank you very much.

Naala Payan.

Okay, he's going in.
Ungher po Payan...

-Here he goes--
-[indistinct chatter]

Okay, okay. Come, on.

[overlapping chatter]

Now he's heading to the bottom.
Here he goes!

-[Joe] Heading to the bottom--
-[speaking Tamil]

[in English]
Is it gonna be that one?

Is it gonna be that one?
Is it gonna be that one?

-Where's he gonna come out of--
-[man] Keep going.

-[overlapping chatter]
-[speaking Tamil]

[in English]
Hey, where is he going?

[indistinct chatter]

[all] Oh!

| cliel mot know tinere was
a hols iin the pocket!

[chuckles]

-Naala Payan.
-Rum?

AROoMMO Naalla.
=Dicl you train it to do that?

Nay. That were pure luck.

[chuckles]

Hello!

[speaking Tamil]

[in English]
Don't worry, he's a gent.

He'd never bite a lady.

aW/lnat aloout a vet?
-Well, | don't aloout tihait.

[chuckles] He's beautiful.

[Joe] Yeah,
he's the best of the lot.

You waint ratis catteniing,
or ralolotis, there's none letter.

-Yeah.
-He's very friendly.

[Joe] They are,
if you treat them right.

I've had ferrets all my life.

Me dad brought a polecat
over with him,

for the rats on the ship.

-A polecat?
-Yeah.

Bred “enn witin Yorkshire
tenets, mace ‘enn stronger.

Hybrid vigour.

Mm.

-What's his name?
-Wilf.

-[Helen chuckles]
-Hello, Wilf!

Oh, there's a lump here.

Oh, well.
Dun't seem to hurt him.

[speaking Tamil]

[in English]
Ferrets get nipped all the time.

Bit of salt water'll
sort it out.

It doesn't look like a bite.

Bring him Over to tne surgery.
WWerllitakevallooke

You can see him now.

We'll give him an anaesthetic,
make him sleep,

on tine lump,
wall remove it tf we need to.

You'd do all that for a ferret?

Of course.

Thank you.

[indistinct chatter]

Ferret roulette.

Man's a genius.

[serene music playing]

[Harbottle] Thank you, driver.

-Good morning!
-[woman] Good morning!

[man] Good morning!

[sighs]

Ah! You-- you're there.

It sends the right message
to the clients, | think.

-You've moved things.
-A place for everything

and everything in its place.

How was your visit
to Mr Dakin yesterday?

Er, a simple job.

A cow's udder needed stitching.

| shall prepare an invoice now.

Oh, no need.

[Harbottle]
Has he paid you already?

Hand me the money
and I'll balance the books.

Yes.

[Harbottle clears throat]

| have taken the liberty
of starting a cash box.

"Petty and otherwise".

All transactions
Camoemecondeckimnencs

Legibly.

| sometimes dip into the jug.

When I'm a bit short.

| shouldn't, really.

| assume Mr Dakin
has paid you in cash,

and not rhubarb jam.

| must have spent it.

Mr Farnon.

Winat Is tine good or my tryling
to keep an accurate account

of the money in this practice

if you do not respect
my methods?

[sighs]

Now.

There is something else
| want to discuss.

Every cancelled or rearranged
appointment you MONeY.

Animals are unpredictable.

But people less so.

Your clients
are extremely predictable

when it comes
to paying their bills,

they're late every time.

-If they pay them at all.
-Hmm.

But it's not just jam,
Mr Farnon.

| have found references
as far as | can read them tto-4

sausages, Noney,
é “eratie of beer”.

This is a farming community.

Now and again, we get gifts
in lieu of fees.

riow clo you enter tien
OMatinewoalancersneelsy.

We twiddle things about a bit.

Have you tried the jam?

If we ask the clients

for a small fee
when an animal is booked in

just to secure
their appointment...

| really don't think
that will work--

LW wouldn't be asking tinenn
to pay more.

Just pay better.
And preferably, in cash.

If you want an efficient system,

YOU inust loe prepared!
to accept change.

It is nothing to be afraid of.

After all,
you cannot make an omelette

without breaking eggs.

| just don't think our clients--

[Harbottle] Mr Farnon.

It pains me to see a man
of your talents,

forward thinking,
full of vigour,

be held back
by antiquated practices.

lam here to help you.

Weill give it a go.

A trial run.

Leave it with me.
Thank you, Mr Farnon!

Oh, um, one more thing.

| think the rat

woullel loe letter somewnere else.
| don't want tto upset if-=

-Him.
-Oh, he's not upset.

He likes company.

-I'd like more space.
-Ah.

Er...

Hello!

There.

Now, he's out of the way,

but he can still see
what you're doing.

Happy?

[knocks on door]

James. You couleln't lene! me
a few loo, could you?

I'm doing a lecture
for the Young Farmers.

-They're a thirsty lot.
-Is the pint jug empty?

Ms Harbottle's
put it all in a box.

Are things not going
quite as smoothly

-as you planned, Siegitried?
“Of they are.

It's an excellent system.

So you're happy
with all the changes then?

Why shouldn't | be?

Aiuer alll, you can't make ain
omelette without breaking eggs.

-Well, iif it's MUGA ttroulole.
o{clears throat)

[coins clinking]

Thanks, old chap.

Ms IRlarootille migint
take some getting tO,

but | think she's just
what we need.

[James] Hector, please!

Hello, Hector, come on in, boy.

Come in!

Vitnery said
to make an appointment.

This way.

Hello, Joe.

-An appointment for...
-Wilf. Me ferret.

| meant your name.

-[Joe] Oh.
-Mm-hmm.

-Joe Coney.
-Coney...

As in rabbit.

-C-O...
-Yes, thank you.

| Know how to spell it.

[chuckles]
‘Course, it's not me real name.

Which is...

Jothi Chelvanayakam.

Best stick with "Coney," eh?

Mr 'erriot said he'd be
needing a surgical appointment

with an anaesthetic.

Mm. We'll need a deposit,
Mr Coney.

Eh?

Half a crown. Deductible
from the cost of treatment.

| 'en't got cash,
but it's yer lucky day,

I've summat much better.

Oh, Good Lord. [clears throat]

What's the matter? Oh,
you want me to skin tt tor ye?

Please-- kindly get that thing
away from me!

[James] Mr Coney.

-[ferret screeching]
-Hey.

You never said owt
about ‘alf a crown!

I'm sorry?

All clients must make a cepositt
to an appointment.

Didn't Mr Farnon
mention this to you?

Just ook lnm iin, anc we'll
GiSCUSSafexe erallS#late res

No money, no appointment.

It's all right.

| wouldn't tek one
if you paid me.

[dramatic music playing]

In veterinary practice,
tine animal comes ‘first,

Always.

In my book, Ooeclience tto rules
is the mother of all success.

[door closes]

[dramatic music playing]

Winat's this aloourt paying
to an appointment?

It's just a trial.

‘So, can | Joe Goney's
ig) a deposit?

If you must.

Ms Harbottle says | can't.

-You see!
-Mr Dakin telephoned.

[Siegfried] Not Blossom again?

-"A cleansing".
-Oh, it's a different cow.

-Can this wait?
-[James] No. It can't.

Mr Farnon has a farm call.

Mr Faron ame! || ware
in the miciclle of a conversation.

Excuse me.

[James] Who's in charge here?

-You and me? Or Ms Harbottle?
-Oh, that is ridiculous.

We need to build trust
with our clients,

Scare them awaly.
-We a functioning business.

We're not just any business.
We're vets.

it you Ihave more lolineling
insights, they'll have to wait.

Not only does she not seem
to care for animals,

she's putting them at risk!

Whettever personal animus you maly
have against Ms Flaroottile,

| suggest youl set It asice
for the good of tihe practice.

This can't be what you want!

We're alll missing Iriss,
out this is maciness!

Look, all I'm saying is,

whatever it is you're
trying to fix,

Ms Harbottle
is not the answer.

[thuds]

-[rain pattering]
-[Siegfried] Hello, Blossom.

How are you?

In here.

‘Ine scar looks gooel. |DO you want
me to take tine stitches out?

Dun't matter.
She's off to t'knackers.

Just waiting for Jack
to come and pick her up.

Are you gonna wait
around all day?

[mooing]

[shushing]

You've got room
for a few more calves in here.

Suckling calves need milk.

| sell all mine.

[cow mooing]

It would be an investment.

Too much work at my age.

Lugging buckets of milk around.

[vehicle honking]

That'll be Jack.

[sighs]

-This the one?
-Aye.

She must be nearly
youll

[laughs]

Don't hit her!

She'll go wherever you want.

Always has done.

[Dakin] Shut the gate.

Now then, Blossom.

Not your fault, eh?

Goodbye, old girl.

Come on, then!

| remember the night
she was born.

The snow coming down hard.

| put a sack over her
to keep her warm.

| picked her up
to help her stand.

She never made a fuss.

She's always @ soul,
nas Blossom.

Ane! || woulleln’t like to count
Cigallons

of milk she gave...

she stills gives four a day.

Naw...

she don't owe me a thing.

Wait!

You saiicd suckling calves
are too MuUGA work.

But Blossom's got plenty
of milk.

Put her in there. By herself.

Wit mo standing on Iner,
she'd llive like royaltiy.

What's to do, Dakin?

Am | taking this cow or not?

[pensive music playing]

No. She's staying here.

-| fear | misled you, Mr Dakin.
-No.

You saw there was a problem,
Mr Farnon.

And you came up with an answer.

Just wasn't the right one.

Come on, Blossom.

Come on, gal.

[cow mooing]

[tender music playing]

[sighs]

You're going out?

Pictures. I'm late.

Is everything all right?

Ms rlarootile ane I
nave had a polite disagreement.

-About what?
-Vonolel.

Where is he?

| insisted he stay in the warm

-but--
-Where is he?

[whimsical music playing]

[chicken clucking]

I'm sorry, old chap.

This won't do at all.

[bright music playing]

[indistinct chatter]

-Is ita comedy?
-Yeah.

PNinelites) Margaret Loexwooed
im fit,

[chuckles]

Violet creams.

-You're spoiling me!
-[chuckles]

[indistinct chatter]

[Mrs Hall]
Before we go in,

there's something
| wanted to say.

It's been on me naiinel,
andl | wanted] you to know.

" ia , as — ad mepOk you
for me husbancd=

It was a simple mistake.

| didn't know what to say.

I'm sorry.

You've nothing to apologise for.

Now. This is your evening off.

Let's make the most of it.

[orchestral music playing]

man] German guns try to achieve
winat Nazi bomloers failed to clo.

From the French coast,
high velocity guns

bombard our shipping.

[tender music playing]

[Mrs Hall]
In you go, in you go!

Yes. [chuckles]

In you go.

-You were out late.
-[dog barks]

How were the Young Farmers?

Iheir cevotion to the brewing
industry is acmiralole.

The Women's Institute
do lectures,

and no one gets drunk.

Good ttnling too,
they're fornidalle enough sober.

Mrs Hall, I'd like your advice.

Um...

It could be argued
that I'm not one

readily to admit it
when I've made a mistake.

I've heard it said.

Ms Harbottle's convinced

that she's right
about everything,

| don't think she'll accept
there's a problem.

How does one handle
someone like that?

First... be kind.

It's not her fault
you offered her a job.

"Be kind".

But be honest.

She's not daft.

Be kind, be honest.

That's exactly
what | had in mind.

Thank you.
I'll speak to her tonight.

Except the longer you wait...

Quite right.

Best do it now.

[whimsical music playing]

Be kind, be honest.

Ms Harbottle,

| wanted to say--
| wanted to tell you...

-Ms Harbottle.
-Good morning.

| wanted to tell you
how very grateful | am

for all the work
you've put in here.

You've done so much

in such a short space of time.

-Thank you.
-You came aboard

a rudderless vessel,
and steered us

lostiween the Seylla and Charyodis
of Gnaos ancl debt.

You're too kind.

All of which is to say--

Please, you're embarrassing me.

In truth, | relish challenges,

and | look forward to staying

as long as the practice
needs me.

Oh and, Mr Farnon...

When you have a moment.

[whimsical music continues]

It's like some kind of sorcery.

So she doesn't know
she's been let go?

It was a spectacular derailment.

What was?

He tried to give
Ms Harbottle the boot.

-You did?
-| had a Damascene moment.

After you and | last spoke.

So, what went wrong?

Suaviter in modo,
fortiter in re...

The iron hand
in the velvet glove.

It looks like I'm treating Wilf
in the Drovers, then.

No.
This is a veterinary practice.

Whetever happens
tine animal must comes first,

So, what do you suggest?

Bring the ferret in tonight.

After 6:00...

when Ms Harbottle's gone home.

I'll tell Joe.

Though he may need
some persuading.

[indistinct chatter]

-[James] Hi, Joe.
-What do you want?

You snoule never have loeen
like you were.

I'm really sorry.

It weren't your fault.

| want to help Wilf.

Could you bring him
by the surgery just after 6:00?

Will she be there?
Ms La-di-Dah.

It'll just be me
and Mr Farnon, don't worry.

They'll look after Wilf.

And you as well.

There's always an alle or two
Omoniemataskeldales

-Go on Joe, we'll come wi' you.
-Aye!

| think it would be better
if Joe came alone.

No, I'll come

if we can all come.

Are you getting 'em in?

Tot o'rum?

Aye, aye.

-Look after Dash for me.
-[dog barks]

Oh!

Mrs Herriot?

Have you seen Mr Farnon?

I'm afraid not.

Hmm, | was really hoping

to see him before | went.

[sighs]

No matter.

I'm sure
| will see him tomorrow.

Good night!

Good night.

[Mrs Hall] Good night!

Good night.

[indistinct chatter]

-The bird has flown.
-[Siegfried] Thank you!

[whimsical music playing]

[humming]

[indistinct chatter]

[metal clanging]

[humming]

She's gone.

-Are you sure?
-Positive.

[sighs]

So, are we ready then?

As we'll ever be.

Hey, Wilf.

Oh, God!

-[speaking Tamil]
-Wilf!

Ingey va! Ingey va!

[in English] Oh, God. Hang on.

Ah!

[speaking Tamil]

[in English]
Ladies and gentlemen,

the first thing
we're going to do

is a biopsy of the growth.

Like coring an apple.

Take a look
and depending on the results,

remove the lump in some way,

a "lump-ectomy" so to speak.

The suffix "-ectomy"
is a Latin version

of the Greek "-ektomia",
"a cutting out of".

[clears throat]

Right. Let's get on with it.

Now that the animal
is anaesthetised,

we'll shave the area
around the lump

and then use this to find out
what's inside.

Depending on what we find,
we'll either drain it,

or make an incision
and then scrape it...

or cut it out.

-Siegfried--
-What?

-[thuds]
-[gasps]

[sighs]

Right, help me get him out.

[tender music playing]

It's not an abscess.

Hmm, we know
it's not a cyst, either.

Yes. | don't like
the look of that.

Let's make sure
we get it all out.

[Mrs Hall] Feeling better?

[Joe] Is it over?
Is 'e alright?

It's 2 good! joo
you lorougint finn tin you Glid.

Any longer ane! | tininikx
WEIGENAVERSCCIESOMMeMMelastasess

[Mrs Hall] In English.

The operation was a SuCCess.

What operation?

| forgot to take the post.

You went behind my back,
Mr Farnon.

You have undermined
my authority!

An auninoritiy
| should never have surrendered.

You-- | am sorry to say,
Mr Farnon--

are disorganised, erratic,

and irresponsible!

Anel you are ignoring
tine fact that we are vets.

We put animals before profits.

[gentle music playing]

Your ambition and talent

are unquestioned,
Ms Harbottle.

But this is not a place for you.

I'm afraid | have to let you go.

You can't sack me, Mr Farnon.

-Why not?
-Because | resign.

| see.

Perhaps...

we should have left it
at the foxtrot.

[indistinct chatter]

Here we are, Joe.

Thanks Mr ‘erriot.

-Mr Farnon.
-Don't mention it.

Let me settle up with you.

Don't worry about it Joe.

We had a whipround earlier.

Your mates said it was worth it
to watch you keel

-over like a sack 'o' spuds.
-[laughs]

Are you sure?

‘Cos [ve lhalif a clazen raloloiits
out back, tif you'd ratiher=

That's quite all right, Joe.
Thank you.

-The usual for you all?
-I'll get these.

It's the least | can do.

| realise | made everyone's
lives a bit miserable.

Thank you, Siegfried.

| hope you're not planning
on using those!

I'll pay it back.

If not in cash, then in labour.

-[dog barks]
-Dash!

[Mrs Hall] Hello.

Hello. Hello.

-Did Uncle Herriot forget you?
-No, maybe.

C'mon. Let's get you a pork pie!

Poor Siegfried.

Carpe diem kind of bit him
on the bum, didn't it? [laughs]

| don't know.

Mayoe it wasn't
such a terrilole idea.

-Ms Harbottle?
-No, carpe diem.

I've been thinking
aloout winatt you saiid.

And I'm starting to think
that we should...

Carpe some diem.

ATS YOu saying
what | think you're saying?

lf You Want to start a tamilly=
-You know | clo.

-Me too.
-Well, then!

-Shall we...
-...get cracking?

Well, | was trying to think of
something a bit nore roneanitic.

[romantic music playing]

[chuckles]

[theme music playing]

[music fades]