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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?

- MOSUVES NUL AeA Ooms:

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]