Original subtitles

[theme music playing]

[James grunts] Ihe cluteny Gluttch, Richarell

(Carnnocly| | ann clisengaging tne transmission.

[James] No, the other foot!

[Carmody grunts]

[James] Just take your time.

-Clutch first, then gear-- -[Carmody] I'm clutching!

I'm clutching!

Both hands on the wheel!

hey cont teacn you things like this in the manuel.

Like tthe fact there might be other vehicles on the road?

[Carmody] The books made it sound so simple.

-| can't do this! -[James] You can!

[gears grinding]

LOO, Ii you waint to be a vet in the Dales, you lave tol

Don't put--

How can you still be this bad?

I'm sorry Richard. | just need...

Let's try again.

Nice and easy.

[car engine turning over]

Nice and easy.

[car engine shuts down]

[grunts]

[radio announcer] With the Germans intensifying

their efforts to destroy fighter command,

Britain is facing its greatest test.

In this country's darkest hour,

it is the brave pilots of the Royal Air Force

to whom we must look to defend our nation

and save her from Nazi occupation...

You shouldn't be up here.

[whines]

| know.

[radio announcer] ..last line of defence

against the Nazi invasion.

At regular hours, ine Nazi bomoers Come Over,

While the public take shelter,

pilots take oii tO Clastroy the enemy.

Lucky for you, I'm running late.

[James] The thing to remember about driving

is that there's no hurry.

Slow and steady wins the race.

| can't imagine that's true.

In fact, it seems to me terrible advice

for someone who wants to win a race.

It's a fable, Carmody. The Tortoise and the Hare.

A story predicated

on the fundamentally illogical premise

that animals are capable of hubris.

Save me, I'm begging you.

[Mrs Hall] | agree with him.

Sometimes you have to throw caution to the wind.

-Thank you, Mrs Hall. -How'd the driving lesson go?

Great. He's really making progress.

[Helen] Ah! That's good.

Shall we go to the Drovers and have a drink?

That sounds lovely.

Hadn't we ought to get to Mrs Pumphrey's?

Six o'clock, you told her.

[Helen] We've only got two nights left together.

[grunts] Right. Yes.

I'm so sorry. | completely forgot.

It sroullelnt take long. Mayloe we cain go rin lack.

[Siegfried] James!

Could you come in here?

[Carmody] I'll be...

with my books.

[oven closes]

You know why ne's keeping himself so busy.

I'm doing the same.

| must've folded his shirts a thousand times.

Hmm.

[Helen] Right. What can | do?

The pie needs to come out...

in 40 minutes.

I've set the table.

You just need to boil the veg.

Your hair looks nice.

Oh, really?

Gerald's back from the Lakes.

Oh?

He's cooking me dinner.

He's cooking?

Has he invited you to his house before?

Not properly.

Why're you smiling like that?

-I'm not smiling. -It's just tea.

Nothing more.

| don't think.

Hey! Don't forget your trifle.

Oh!

And your apron.

[chuckles]

[birds chirping]

[James] Everything will carry on as normal.

Finding a sutiticiently Skilled deputy no mean feet,

but you're in excellent hands.

=Ane! Wino is exactly? [James] I'nn somy?

That skilled deputy.

Well, it's Richard here.

He's an excellent vet, Mrs Pumphrey.

| think perhaps you just got off on the wrong foot.

Very well.

[Tricki snarls]

Oh, Tricki. Don't let us forget our manners.

You do realise he can't understand you?

The reason he responds

is likely down to intonation,

out tinere's NO Current researan which points

to a deeper level of comprehension.

linen how clo you think lhe knows winen it’s his din-clins?

[Carmody] He has a slight skin irritation.

Have you noticed?

Yeah, yeah. Of course, I've noticed.

It's anxiety brought on by Uncle Herriot's leaving.

A more likely explanation is that he has an allergy.

Grass or pollen, probably.

His eyes are a little watery.

(Mrs Pumplnrey) Well, obviously, they arel

His heart's not made of stone!

[Tricki snarls]

[Carmody] Right.

If you like | can give you some food supplements.

here's something callled an essential fatty acid

found in certain fish which might help.

Is he trying to bamboozle us, Uncle Herriot?

| don't like to be bamboozled.

It's certainly worth a try.

Well, I'm sure if you say so...

Where's Cedric today?

Er, he's out in the garden somewhere.

I'd be happy to take a look at him, too.

Oh. Thank you.

If you could find an opportunity

tO impress upon Mr ramon how well he's getting on,

I'd really appreciate it.

He has a great deal to learn.

Until you return...

we Shall see only Uncle Farnon.

Isn't that right, Tricki?

-[Tricki grunts] -Yes!

[soft music playing]

[birds chirping]

You barely touched yours.

It's often the way when | cook.

Well, let me-- Let me take these.

[Gerald] No, no. Leave it. I'll do it later.

-Oh, | don't mind. -Please.

Audrey.

| think | need a brandy.

Would you like one?

Thank you.

[Gerard] Large or small?

-[bottle pops] -Small.

Or-- Large.

[brandy pours]

-Audrey, | need to-- -ls everything all--

-[both chuckle] -Sorry.

You go.

You know now much | care albout you, Audrey.

The time we've spent together has been...

the happiest of me life.

Mine too.

[Gerard] | never imagined, when you get to our age,

you never think that you...

might meet someone who changes your life

the way you have mine.

Ane so, when || got tine news aloout your cliverce,

| was cock-a-hoop.

Because | always hoped...

Go on.

[inhales deeply]

It's Lillian.

Your sister?

She's really struggling.

Oh!

| see.

[Gerard] She's breathless all the time.

It's So much worse

than she made out in her letters.

And she's not coping so well on her own.

Well, does this mean you...?

Are you leaving?

There's nothing lel love than for you to cone with me,

but | know | can't ask that of you.

You fnust clo what's for her, Of you! sinouild, foutt...

You'll be back, though?

| hope so. l...

| don't know.

[dramatic music playing]

[birds chirping]

[James] | filled the car up with petrol.

Put a full tank in for you.

Thank you.

How's Carmody's driving, by the way?

Can he be trusted on his own?

-Nearly. -Nearly?

What bloody use is "nearly"?

Mister Farnon.

Well, he's making progress,

give him a few more weeks and he'll be there.

A few more Weeks? It's a four-soeed Vaundialll,

-not a seven-man tank! -He's getting there.

“Slowly. H(Siegiriecl] Oh, tor God!'s sake}

"Slowly"? "Nearly"?

| tell you what.

I'll take him out, judge for myself.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

[Siegfried] Well, why wouldn't it be?

Well, pernaps ine'el loe letter with ne teaching him. Or rlelen.

Less chance of looy rupturing an earclrun.

What are you Iinplying? rn Om goaticnces

If he can't get about under his own steam,

what's the point of him being here?

Morning. What's the point of who being here?

We're going for a drive.

[key clatters]

(Slegtiried]] Letts what you're made of.

Just try to stay calm.

[door opens]

[door closes]

Oh, put your foot down, man!

You'll never cut the mustard if you drive like an old codger!

James said | should go slow.

Don't you worry about all that.

You do everything | say and you'll be all right.

It's about confidence.

Once you realise everyone else on the road

is an imbecile, it's plain sailing.

That's it!

Bravo, that's the spirit!

[car engine revving]

[Siegfried] There we go! [laughs]

Now then, press on up the middle,

they'll have to let you through. You're the boss.

This chap doesn't seem to think so.

Hold your nerve, Carmody.

Remember from the animals’ point of view,

we're an emergency service.

But we're not on a call.

Don't be pedantic.

-[car horn honks] -Get out of the way!

Look out!

Look out!

You nearly broke my car!

What kind of half-wit

drives down the middle of the road like that?

Ah. Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.

This isn't your usual car.

It's my weekend car.

Mister Farnon,

was that you driving like a lunatic?

You scared Tricki half to death!

[Tricki snarls]

Oh!

| should have known.

[Francois] Monsieur?

We have a problem.

[Carmody] Oh, my goodness.

Is it dead?

[Siegfried] It's still alive.

Just.

[Carmody] Did | hit it?

Oh, gosh | hit it, didn't I?

Oli, thank you Audrey, l gonna co that.

Oh, | don't mind.

Pan of me wishes | wasn't going anywhere.

| just want to be here with him.

At least you'll get to spend some time together.

What's up?

[sighs deeply]

Gerald's moving away.

Where?

The Lakes.

His sister's health is getting worse.

Oh, Audrey, I'm so sorry.

For how long?

For good. | think.

[sighs deeply]

| don't want to lose him.

If this war's taught us anything,

it's to grab on to the things you love

and try and cherish every moment.

Ready to go?

Mrs H, thank you!

[Mrs Hall chuckles] It's nothing fancy.

Hissomersanemiches anc cake anc whetnot,

[James] It's perfect.

-[door opens] -You two have a wonderful day...

-[door closes] -...and don't hurry back.

[James] How'd it go?

He ran over a cat.

-James] What happened? -l think it would be wise

ir Carmody wasn't allowed behind a again.

Sorry, Ole! Gna. ln going to your helo witih this one.

Helen, could you take him through

to the surgery while we get it ready?

Well, we were supposed to be--

No, it's all right, James. It's all right.

[laboured breathing]

t's alll my tault. l wasn't paying attention.

Don't blame yourself.

These things happen to the best of us.

have you any idee wind ine belongs to?

There's no collar or identity disc.

His claws look fine to me.

Have a look, Siegfried.

Yes. All intact.

Which means...

When cats get run over, they freeze

and prepare themselves for impact

by digging their claws into the road.

It wasn't my fault.

[James] rle's a nasty compound fracture,

abrasion on the abdomen.

He might have had a fall

or been hit by some farming machinery.

So, what do you think?

The poor chap's in a bad way.

It might be best to put him out of his misery.

| agree.

I'll do it.

How would you feel about doing it?

if YOU WAIN tto loe a you've got to ait some point.

You're right. I'll do it.

l won't be much use around hare if just do the easy stuf.

[James] Good man.

I'm sorry, little man.

[gentle purring]

Do you hear that?

Extraordinary, in his state.

Is there really nowt we can do?

It's a tricky operation to realign and reset the bone.

He may not survive.

Kt Just cepencs how much ifigint he's got leit in inim.

Even if he did, it's a grim recovery.

He'd be in a lot of pain.

It really might be the kindest thing.

K's not just hin surviving the operation. Aiterwards==

[Helen] He'd need round-the-clock care.

I'll do it.

I'll nurse him.

Please, James.

| Know it's a big commitment.

Spoon-feeding him every couple of hours

‘til he get his strength up, | know that.

And | know he might not make it.

But we've got to give him a chance.

He's all on his own.

He's got no one to look after him.

Please.

I'm really not sure.

| know...

but we're going to give it a try.

Kt migint not work lout we've got to give fit a go.

Thank you.

Carmody, Ghloroton, surgical kit, saline solution,

sulphanilamide powder, bandages, please.

I'll get some boiling water and fresh towels.

Very nice.

What happens next time then?

What do you mean?

Nextt time there's an operation that requires two vets.

And the time after that?

Carmody's a good vet.

Mayos so. Burt hell never alole to replace you.

You sacked me within 24 hours, remember?

You thought | was incompetent.

You lhave to face up to itt sooner or later, Siegiiried.

Because this time tomorrow, I'll be gone.

Carmody!

Get in here!

Go and be with your wife.

-Not until I've made sure-- -James!

| suspect I'm Mot tne Only one with head in the sand.

Stand there, hold that.

The cat will be all right.

| promise you.

Thank you.

[dramatic music playing]

[bells tinkling]

Oh! Shouldn't you be on a picnic?

-Is he all right? -Carmody!

[phone ringing]

Well, we nae! some troulole re-alligning loome)

and he lost more blood than we'd like,

-but he's alive. -[Helen] Thank you.

[Mrs Hall] Darrowby, 2997.

We made a bed for him.

Oscar. That's what we're calling him.

| Know we shouldn't get attached, but...

he can't just be "the cat".

That were Mrs Pumphrey.

She's all in a tizz about Tricki.

Absolutely not.

I've got to go ane a Great Dane up there.

Carmody and | can go together.

I'm not sure about that.

Mrs Pumphrey has yet to...

warm to me.

[Mrs Hall] Well, then it'll be a good test for you.

Time to cut the apron strings.

[Siegfried] Excellent.

Come on, then.

Into the car! Chop, chop!

Oh, for God's sake, I'll drive.

Has he woken up yet?

Not yet.

I'm just making him some broth.

And how are you holding up?

Up and down.

[sighs]

We're here, Mister Farnon and me.

lel Give anytnling Ko have one more week with nin.

| know, love.

There he is!

What a day you've had of it, wee man, eh?

Janes, | know tis isnt exacihy senckotif we planned...

Helen.

We did the right thing.

[Helen] | want us to be there when he wakes up.

Is that all right? | just...

| think I've had an idea.

[dramatic music playing]

LOOK, YouTe Going to Ihave to get behind the agalilg

-at some point. -| just can't do it, Mr Farnon.

It's as simple as that.

[Mrs Pumphrey] I'm not surprised,

given that you nearly finished off poor Tricki.

Mrs Pumphrey, how nice to see you.

I'm so glad you found time for us, Uncle Farnon.

Erm, as a matter of fact,

| just giving young Carnnocky a Itt.

| have another appointment, I'm afraid.

| thought | made it quite clear to Uncle Herriot

that Tricki will only see you.

Might | have a quiet word with you?

In private.

Um... Yes, of course.

Won't be a minute.

[birds squawking]

[gravel crunching]

It's about Mr Carmody.

Mr Cardomy?

Actually, it's Carmody.

Oh.

He's a bit green, but he has talent.

Look, the truth is,

without my brother

we're already stretched to the limit.

Aine! tine of doing without Janes as well

has put us all under rather a strain,

to say the least.

They rely on us to be resilient, don't they?

But it isn't always easy.

Quite.

[dramatic music playing]

Well, tnere’s ho sweeping views of the Dales,

but on the plus side, no wasps.

We can sit on the sofa if you'd rather?

No, we're going to do this properly.

There's no sofas on a picnic.

You have to sit on the ground till your bum goes numb.

On second thoughts,

| might fetch a proper vase from Mrs H.

Leave them, James, they're all right.

[paper rustles]

Pork pie?

Thanks.

It's all right to be sad.

What do you mean?

Or nervous. Or unsure.

Or anything you like.

| just want you to be honest with me.

All right.

This is really uncomfortable.

The floor, | mean.

You're right.

The bed it is.

Come on, James.

We talk to each other, me and you.

But youtre acting like your're not goling tonnorrow.

(Mrs Pumpnarey| It's been a good cdeall worse

since his brush with death.

[Tricki puffing]

Mrs Pumplnrey] Tine darling Wasmirauhnmlatisedk

| think he's been put off motor cars for ever.

lave youl teeding lina the supplements | gave you?

No, no, no. They're not to his taste.

| don't blame him, they reek of anchovy.

K's @ therapeutic treatment, hot a gourmet mealll

I'm telling you,

he won't have them!

| understand, Mrs Pumphrey.

He and Cedric are like family to you.

Indeed.

They are.

Anyone can see how wall VO UMOOK fli.

His teeth and gums are in good health,

and his fur is uncommonly soft.

Oeairatall new shanmnpoo ['ve been using.

it's expensive lout | thougint ne a little pampering.

| think we may have found the problem.

| Suspect this new shampoo is irritating his skin.

Try goling lack to tine ole one and if it Clears up.

| could give it a try, | suppose.

Thank you.

I'll get Francois to bring the car around for you.

-I'm sorry, I-- -You told Mister Farnon

that you couldn't get behind the wheel again.

=lIAls won't clo att alll. Carmody] Yes, lout

Whin Mister Heriot gone, you'll to pull your weight.

So, I'm going to give you a driving lesson.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

| can't drive a Rolls-Royce!

You're in at the deep end, dear boy.

That's the only thing for it.

[quietly whines]

What if | crash?

What if | scratch it?

What if a bird relieves itself on it?

Oh, do get a hold of yourself.

We're only going for a little drive.

[How itt taal to in back with me, Francois?

Er, different, Madame.

Off we go, then.

Now, don't dither,

but don't be reckless.

A watchful confidence, that's the key.

| was nervous enough driving Mr Farnon's Rover.

Now that feels like child's play.

Mrs Pumplhrey] Well, that's precisely the point, dear boy.

Ones youve diriven this, ME COUSKcangonanelallll

you won't be scared of anything.

[sighs]

[Mrs Pumphrey] Oh, one last thing.

And this is most important of all.

| want you to talk to Tricki.

You must put him at ease.

[Carmody] You want me to...

talk to Tricki?

Constantly, yes.

Right then, Tricki.

[engine chugs, ignites]

Here we go.

As you Can see, we're now pulling away

irom Pumphrey Manor, or home, youl probaloly call tt.

Erm...

Right. [clears throat]

Were now leaving tine Estate the gate.

Or is it the south?

Anyway, it's quite a typical gate.

Representative of the architecture of the area,

| would think.

[sheep bleating]

[Carmody] Erm, the Dales were shaped

by ice eroding the limestone.

A hare secimentary rock fonned millions of years ago

by the remains of sea creatures.

rin etiraicl that’s alll | know aloout tine landscape.

Oh, look, there's some sheep!

On our left, we have-- well, trees mainly.

Beech trees like this

live for two or three hundred years.

AKinoughn, these are probeloly younger.

And here we are, back home.

Everyone in one piece.

Oh, you see? Not a scratch.

Was it all right?

| was so focused on thinking of things to say, I...

completely forgot to...

concentrate on my driving.

That was rather what | had in mind.

Look at him.

He's perfectly at ease now.

Thank you, Mrs Pumphrey.

Somehow, you've turned me into a good driver.

Well... [chuckles]

| wouldn't go quite as far as that.

BUt fortunately, you con't neec to oe a good! diriver.

You need to be a safe one.

Come along, Tricki. We've got things to do.

Francois, would you drive Uncle Carmody

back to Darrowby?

Of course, Madame.

[Helen] He's coming round.

Hello, Oscar.

-Welcome to your new home. -[purring]

It's all going to be all right now.

Thanks to James.

Thanks to you.

When | signed up with Tris...

it was the right thing to do.

It was a tough decision, but...

there wasn't a shadow of doubt.

But so much has changed since then.

Our cities weren't being bombed.

You weren't expecting.

And if you had been,

| don't know...

I'm so sorry.

For what?

For abandoning you.

Don't you dare be sorry.

You're not abandoning anyone.

We make clecisions togetiner, andl this was no clifarant.,

What you're doing is amazing...

and | am so, so proud of you.

I'm sorry we didn't get to Sutton Bank.

Shhh.

This was perfect.

| only wanted to spene tine alone witin you.

Now make yourselr usettul and go and get me sone broth.

Hello! How you feeling?

What are you doing still up?

Couldn't sleep.

You and me both.

Nightcap?

Thanks.

[sighs]

Cheers.

Cheers.

Are you all packed and ready?

Packed but not ready.

Not remotely.

That sounds about right.

[James gulps]

Do you remember when | first arrived,

tine locals got me so elrunk, l miecl up two catts.

[cnucxles quietly) And | damn Meany, the wrong one.

Mrs Dinscale’s cat came in witth a mile of mange

and nearly left without his manhood.

If it weren't for Mrs Hall,

I'd have sent you packing then and there.

Even when you didn't, | was terrified.

| felt so out of my depth.

Just like | do now.

It's all right to be scared.

It would be strange if you weren't.

Can | ask you something?

When you went to war...

how did Evelyn cope?

We'll look after her, James.

And the baby too.

| promise you.

Thank you.

[Siegfried] Right.

think t's our patriotic duty to finish tine bottle, dont you?

Uh-hmm. [clears throat]

[Helen] Drink up.

It'll make you better.

There's a good boy.

Good boy.

| Know you're frightened,

but it's gonna be all right.

We'll get through this together, you and me.

How long have you been there?

I'm glad we saved him.

All thanks to you.

Hey.

Audrey!

| don't want to lose you, Gerald.

| don't want to lose you either.

But | have to go.

Then I'm coming with you.

Do you really mean that?

Well, I'll get my divorce papers soon

and then we can go together.

Audrey, it's a lolg sacrittice. | how happy you are=

Well, this is our chance to be together.

And if we don't take it, then...

we might always regret it.

Does that make us...

engaged?

| suppose it does.

[dramatic music playing]

We should probably get going.

Helen's on her way down.

Prin lout Mister Misttealliie's got a olg with tummy trouble.

[James] It's all right.

| hate goodbyes anyway.

Carmody!

Carmody, two questions.

Question one.

Would you paly Mister Mettcallite a visit? Fis pig's poorly.

Of course.

[Siegfried] Question two.

Wooullel you mine staying on A litte longer than planned?

Mrs Pumphrey tells me you're "not inadequate".

Winten ts Of a Sort, | suppose.

I'd be delighted.

[Siegfried] Well, hurry along then!

Don't keep Metcalfe waiting.

Richard.

James.

Keep the others in line, won't you?

I'll do my best.

[Mrs Hall] We should be going.

-I'Il go and check on Helen. -[door closes]

[footsteps approaching]

| can't face the bus stop.

Is it all right if we say goodbye here?

Of course.

In onlly a tew counties away, rememloer.

Five. | counted.

I'll write. And I'll try to call.

As often as you can, please.

You're going to be an incredible mum.

I've never been so sure about anything in my life.

Go, before | cry.

[James] You'll look after Helen?

Of course, | will.

Even when she doesn't let me.

[bus approaching]

It won't be the same without you.

TINGN just make sure it's the same when | come home.

Don't let it change you.

| won't.

Proud of you, James.

We all are.

[dramatic music playing]

[Jess whines]

[Flelen| What have you got there, Jess?

[dramatic music playing]

[car horn honks]

O my Love ls like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June

O may Love ts like the nelocy That’s sweetly played iin tune

So fair art thou My bonnie lass

So deep in love am |

And | will love thee still My dear

Till a' the seas gang dry

Till a' the seas gang dry My dear

And the rocks melt wi' the sun

And | will love thee still My dear

While the sands o' life Shall run

And fare thee well My only love

And fare thee well awhile

And | will come again, my love

Tho' it were ten thousand mile

[theme music playing]