All Creatures Great and Small

HIBBERT: Skipper!

It would seem your flying days are over.

But if I can't fly, what am I supposed to do?

WHITELY: Perhaps you might be of more use elsewhere?

I wish to volunteer to be a blackout warden.

SIEGFRIED: I think we may have solved our mystery.

Well done, Mr. Carmody.

JAMES: Hello there, little man.

HELEN: James!

I've come home.

BOSWORTH: Keep your eyes peeled at all times.

Remember, don't just look out for light, but... MRS. HALL: But anything that don't seem right.

You're a quick learner, Mrs. Hall.

Well, you've certainly drummed it in, Mr. Bosworth.

So, there we have it.

Post A1, Sector B, is secure.

Typical air raid precaution round complete.

What did you make of it?

Oh!

Very informative.

Looking forward to getting out on me own.

Excellent.

Well, that's us finished for now.

Right, good night, then.

Hold your horses.

I spoke too soon-- we're not finished.

Not by a long chalk.

(sighing): God, oh!

(chuckling, door opens) MRS. HALL: Put the light out!

(door closes) We're trussed up tighter than a mummy's... Oh, sorry!

(grunts) Ooh, gosh.

(catches breath) What are you doing still up?

(door opens) Well, it's past midnight, I wanted to make sure you were accounted for.

BOSWORTH (tutting): Oh.

What a to-do.

They come loose sometimes-- I'll mend them.

As a warden, you're supposed to set an example for neighbors.

SIEGFRIED: She does, constantly.

It was my fault.

It don't matter who did it.

It's what it looks like.

MRS. HALL: I understand.

Won't happen again.

Rules are rules.

I shall have to make a note.

We have to maintain standards.

Otherwise, we risk panic and loss of morale.

(softly): Mine's deserting me as we speak.

(chuckles) I beg your pardon.

I said, "Thank goodness you're on duty all week," with those eagle eyes of yours.

Right, then.

Thank you for your cooperation.

I shall see myself out.

(door closes) I assume you need a nightcap.

(chuckling): Oh, yes.

I should turn in, though.

Tristan's latest adventures from Cairo.

It's a mad whirl of bars, camels, cricket, and a slightly smutty cartoon, unfortunately.

Sounds like an holiday.

He's landed on his feet.

He is managing to fight the Italian forces, too, apparently.

When he can find the time.

(laughs) I'll take it up with me.

You sure you don't want a drink?

No, I'm dead on me feet.

Good night, Mr. Farnon.

I understand.

Good night.

(James inhaling) (birds chirping, dogs barking) (breathes deeply) CARMODY (downstairs): Morning!

Tea in the pot.

(sighing) SIEGFRIED (downstairs): Good morning, Jimmy.

Ready for your morning story?

Thought so-- jolly good.

(Mrs. Hall laughs) "Hemorrhagic septicemia "is an acute general infection characterized by sudden onset, high fever..." And extensive hemorrhaging of the internal organs.

Does it always have to be gore?

Yes, it's his favorite.

Also, Richard has exams coming.

Which I hope won't be an inconvenience, now James has returned.

Not at all-- timing couldn't be better.

Morning, all.

Morning!

Morning.

(Jimmy babbling) Did I sleep through breakfast?

SIEGFRIED: No, we've put something of a new regime in place today.

All hands on deck, so Audrey can get the tea on.

Haven't had me hours yet, but it best to be prepared.

In case I get called out later.

SIEGFRIED: Thank you, Carmody.

CARMODY: Scrambled eggs.

Tiny bit congealed-- sorry.

A triumph of time management.

(Jimmy babbling) MRS. HALL: What does today hold?

Have you two summat nice planned together?

Oh, I said I'd help me dad moving the flock.

He'll understand if I give it a miss.

No need, not on my account.

Are you sure?

Absolutely.

I can't wait to get stuck in here.

We have been rather stretched.

What's on the list?

Uh, cow versus motorcar... Don't you dare-- he's only been back a day.

I've missed months.

And earned yourself a rest.

Perhaps I could take Jimmy, then?

It'll be easier at Heston without him.

Won't be easy for you, though, first day on your own with him.

(Jimmy cooing) Never get my wings unless I sit in the cockpit.

He's a baby, not a Blenheim bomber.

You haven't seen his nappies.

(all laugh) I suppose I can give you a crash course.

A day with Daddy.

How does that sound, wee man, eh?

We'll get on famously, won't we?

(Jimmy babbles) Right, so, when you take him out, make sure you wrap him up tight.

Don't forget his hat and his mittens.

Mm-hmm.

HELEN: Not too tight, mind, and watch for him getting flushed and hot.

Nappies are in here.

Gave you his ointment, stop him getting sore.

Pins are in the front, powder in the back.

All set?

Tight but not tight.

Warm but not hot.

Ointment.

Piece of cake.

(Jimmy babbling) Right.

I'll see you in a few hours for his feed.

Don't be late.

I won't.

(kisses loudly) Oh-- oh, wait, wait!

I think something's happening.

(sniffs) (babbles) When he scrunches his face up and goes red, that's how you know you're in danger.

Scrunch, got it.

(giggles) Perhaps one last demonstration.

You know what you're doing.

Have a lovely time.

(Helen chuckling) (babbling) (sniffs) (exhales) Oh... (birds whistling) I'm amazed she survived.

Aye, she were lucky.

Reckon the car only clipped her rear end.

Good Lord, you can almost see the shape of the headlamp.

No, she's, she's bruised, but she's moving well.

There's no broken bones or muscle damage, miraculously.

I will have to stitch her up, though.

Folk keep getting lost in blackout and turning onto me track.

I'll have to put a sign up.

I'm not sure it's your responsibility, Mrs. Sudderby.

Well, I've been reported for it.

To whom?

Police.

For having an unmarked animal.

On private land?

Huh.

I didn't even know it were a crime.

It isn't-- that's utterly ridiculous.

I could end up with a fine, he reckoned.

Or court.

The police said that?

No, the air raid warden.

He were cycling past just after it happened.

Did this warden have a mustache, by any chance?

Aye.

And an odious, beady-eyed glare?

Well, now you come to mention it.

(exhales) (sheep bleating) Where's my grandson?

With his dad.

Are you kidding me?

I'm not.

Oh, love.

Love!

Jenny, James is back!

How long for?

For good.

Is he all right?

Nothing's happened?

Just the fever I were telling you about, but he's well now.

They ended up discharging him.

That's brilliant.

You could've brought him up to help us, couldn't you?

You know, to make up for your being late.

Yeah, it don't look like you're struggling so far.

JENNY: Doris is mucking in, too.

New hand?

My friend.

She's with the Women's Land Army up at Danby's farm.

Doris, this is my sister, Helen.

Hello.

HELEN: How do?

I heard the WLA's not for the faint-hearted.

(exhales): You've heard right.

Suits me, though-- I don't mind hard work.

Uniform's not so bad, either.

(laughs) RICHARD: Right, come on.

We're blocking the lane.

Why don't you go home?

Be with James.

He's not going anywhere.

Means I can do more here now.

If you change your mind, we're fine.

We can manage without you.

ALDERSON: Jenny!

(chuckles) (humming) (Jimmy babbling) Much better.

There we go.

Got there in the end, eh?

Fourth time lucky.

(babbles) (footsteps approaching) Didn't want to knock in case he were sleeping.

There's no danger of that, bless him.

(Jimmy cooing) (chuckles) JAMES: How is it they know, do you think?

What's that?

To dirty everything at the precise moment you get them cleaned?

Babies are a law unto themselves.

(chuckles) (Jimmy babbling) You'll get used to it.

Everything ticking along downstairs?

Mr. Dowson's just been on.

Says it's only a five-minute job, but it needs doing today.

Is Carmody already out?

No, but he's asked for the both of you.

Must've got wind you're here.

Already?

Well, good news travels fast, don't it?

(laughs) They'll be queuing up to see you soon.

He's a lovely man, Mr. Dowson.

He worships the ground you walk on.

(Jimmy cooing) I'd mind Jimmy, but I have a wardens' meeting.

Shall I tell him it'll have to wait?

(Hamish barks) Are you quite sure about this?

It's an easy job by all accounts.

And Helen takes him to the farm, doesn't she?

Helen's more adept with your offspring.

Jimmy's due his feed soon, anyway.

Dowson's farm is on its way to Heston.

We'll be straight in and out, no bother.

So drive, please.

(car door closes) Carefully.

(car door closes) As you wish.

(engine starts, gear scrapes) (barks) Sorry.

(chickens squawking) Welcome back, Mr. Herriot.

Oh, it's grand to see you.

Thank you, Mr. Dowson.

Oh, this your new assistant, then, is it?

(chuckles) Wee Jimmy.

You're a bonnie little pudding, aren't you, love, eh?

You helping your daddy?

(laughs) I doubt he'll last.

Far too much sleeping on the job.

Oh, you do come out with some corkers, Richard.

(all chuckling) I'll make us a brew.

And then you can tell us all about your adventures.

Their loss is our gain, lad.

Next time, perhaps.

We're on the clock, I'm afraid.

What seems to be the trouble?

I'm worried about me new calf kicking the bucket.

Oh, goodness.

I'm sorry to hear that-- let's take a look, shall we?

DOWSON: I'd be obliged.

(wildlife chittering, bird cawing) I'll be back in a day or so.

Keep the area as clean and dry as you can.

Will do.

(metal clattering) What the devil's going on here?

Stripes.

So they show up at night.

Won't catch me out again.

Mrs. Sudderby, paint is toxic.

I'm not feeding it to 'em.

No, but cows like to lick things.

Including each other.

Well, not if they're squashed flat on the road, Mr. Farnon.

Your bright idea, was it?

The warden's.

Mm, course it was.

Stop that at once!

Now, hold on!

I haven't got brass for another fine.

You won't be getting one.

But what if Mr. Bosworth comes back?

Don't worry about Bosworth.

I'll deal with him.

(lowing) He appears to be in rude health.

I never said he were poorly, did I?

Must be stage fright.

Wait for it.

There.

Happens every time I feed him.

Spilling all his milk-- never drinks a drop.

He'll waste away if he keeps on with it.

Ah, so he's not kicking the bucket.

(lowing) He's kicking that bucket.

I'll leave you to give him his medicine.

JAMES: Oh, there isn't anything we can do, unfortunately.

Come now, there's no end to your cleverness, Mr. Herriot.

I were just thinking of that cow of mine with magnesium deficiency.

She were laid there like a dead thing.

You put a bottle in her vein, looked at your watch.

"Mr. Dowson," you said, "that beast will be up on its feet in 12-and-a-half minutes."

And believe me or not, 12-and-a-half minutes later, she jumped up, walked away.

Well, this is a, it's a very different case.

You'll have to train it out of him.

It's not a medical problem, you see.

It's psychological.

I'm sure you'll think of summat.

I'll put that brew on.

(sheep bleating) (door opens) (chuckling) (Alderson exhales) Cheer up.

We've only lambing to get through now.

Oh, aye, 'cause that's the easy part.

(Doris gasps) I can't wait.

We've had a few born early where I'm stopping.

(laughing): I love how their little tails wiggle.

HELEN: They are gorgeous, but it's tough work.

Mr. Danby reckons it'll send me running back to Leeds.

I'm sure you'll prove him wrong.

Mmm.

What?

Who cares if she's from town?

Did herself proud today, didn't she?

Not said any different.

He's touchy about Leeds.

Doris invited me to go for a visit.

Show her all me haunts.

(laughs) They've had air raids over there.

Bad 'uns.

That's not the half of it, though, is it?

Go on.

Tell her.

Might not just be a visit.

She could put a word in if I fancied a job there.

I was on hats at Lewis's.

They're a friendly bunch, and the money's fair.

I was going to tell you properly.

Lewis's?

You don't want to work in a shop.

It's a department store.

But you're happy here, aren't you?

I should get on.

We can take these out with us.

DORIS: Nice talking to you, Helen.

HELEN: And you.

(door opens) You're never letting her go.

We're shorthanded as it is.

She won't listen to me.

Marches to the beat of her own drum, that one.

Same as you.

Chop Jenny in half, and it says "farmer."

Mm.

Well, she's dead set on doing summat else.

Out of the blue?

She's made her mind up.

Mm, or Doris has.

(door closes) Mrs. Hall?

Mrs. Hall?

MRS. HALL (in distance): Won't be a minute!

You will not believe what I've just witnessed.

Bosworth is cracked.

Not only is he reporting hard-working farmers to the authorities, he wants them to paint their cows!

He's going to poison half the county's livestock.

Honestly, I've seen some idiocy in my time, but this takes the biscuit!

Is the man an imbecile or some sort of enemy agent?

Ah, Mr. Bosworth, how convenient.

I was hoping to catch you.

Did you just accuse me of treason?

Well, if the cap fits.

Mr. Farnon!

I have never been so insulted.

He didn't mean it.

He knows you're a stickler for safety.

Lead paint is not safe for cows.

BOSWORTH: In the blackout, cows aren't safe for people.

Road collisions are on the increase in our sector.

Lead paint is not safe for cows!

MRS. HALL: Mr. Farnon, please.... My primary concern is the welfare of this community.

Then may I suggest you return to them and stop monopolizing my housekeeper?

I think that brings our meeting to a close, Mrs. Hall.

Good day.

(door opens) (door closes) (Jimmy whining) JAMES: I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

We'll see Mummy very soon, I promise.

It's slightly more challenging than I expected.

(whimpering) I'm doing my old job alongside a whole new one.

I can tell.

May I suggest something?

For how to quiet him?

(calf lowing) For how to treat the calf.

As Mr. Farnon sometimes says, a little showmanship could be in order.

Could it?

Yes.

I think I've got the measure of Mr. Dowson.

You see, it's not only the animals we need to consider, but the people, too.

Are we winning?

We are, indeed.

I'm going to give him some thiamine.

It's a vitamin.

Marvelous stuff.

Magic.

(Jimmy whining) (calf lowing) CARMODY: Now, in approximately 30 minutes or so, this calf will stop kicking that bucket.

DOWSON: I knew you'd crack it.

Thank you, Richard.

Mr. Herriot.

It was a pleasure.

And there's no charge today.

We best be off.

(Jimmy grunts) Oh.

Oh, dear, I think he scrunched.

Let's get you changed.

Where's the bag of nappies?

Excellent question.

(Jimmy fussing) (crying) JAMES: I might need some help.

Don't you just love the smell of them?

I'd bottle it if I could.

Doubt it'll sell too well in Lewis's.

You'd be surprised.

(laughs) Rich people fork out for all sorts.

Oh, you've done a great job in here.

It's like a new pen.

Doris helped.

(Candy nickering) Hope Mr. Danby don't mind.

He'll think we've stolen you.

He said I can make up the hours tomorrow.

Jenny, will you come outside for a minute?

We should have a talk.

Can we do it after?

We're taking Candy and Joan out.

Both?

Yeah.

Well, Joan's too green, idn't she?

Well, not for me.

Doris'll be on Candy.

Well, after a few lessons, maybe.

It's all right.

Been riding since I was little.

HELEN: I'm sorry, I know you want to go out together, but Joan's too young.

She needs more schooling before she's ready.

Helen, I've been schooling her for months.

She's come on loads.

Not that I've seen.

'Cause you've hardly been here.

Yes, I have.

Not enough to tell me what's what.

I've been trying me best.

I'm not complaining.

You've had your hands full with Jimmy.

(Candy nickers) But it's fine.

I know Joan, she's good as gold.

You don't have to worry, I promise.

(snuffles) (nickers) (chuckles) (Candy nickers) Off again?

I have to check the list of telephones is up to date.

In case of emergencies.

Turns out it's not just night rounds.

Glad to hear it.

You did agree to this arrangement.

Before I knew there was a tyrant involved.

Just the one?

I overstepped the mark, and I'm sorry.

If you think this job means I'm neglecting me duties, I'd rather you just tell me straight, in private.

I don't.

I take a great pride in what I do here.

That's not in any doubt.

I was criticizing Bosworth, his lack of regard for your time.

I've only had two training sessions.

Feels like more.

And if he's at fault, it's my business.

Understood.

I can fight me own battles.

I'm more than aware of that.

Right, then.

I shouldn't be late, but there's a pie in the oven, just in case.

Thank you very much.

(sheep bleating) Candy's rearing to go, I can feel it.

She knows this is where we gallop.

We can let them run if you're ready.

(horses neighing) We had to make do, but he's clean and happy now.

You are a godsend, Elsie.

Thank you.

DOWSON: Mr. Herriot.

Mr. Herriot, come quick.

(Jimmy coos) He's cured.

Happy as Larry.

I don't understand.

The injection we gave him... Was obviously just the tonic.

DOWSON: Just like you said.

You're a miracle worker, Richard.

Glad to be of assistance, Mr. Dowson.

(plane approaching) (plane engine roaring) (Candy neighs loudly) DORIS: Whoa!

Candy!

Candy!

Candy, stop!

It's all right!

Doris!

Doris!

DORIS: I can't slow down!

(engine roaring) It's all right, one of ours.

(engine fading) (plane approaching) (engine roaring) (engine fading) (dog whimpering) (whimpering) (grunts) (whimpering) Look at you.

You poor thing.

(softly): Oh.

(phone ringing) Darrowby 2297.

MRS. HALL (over phone): Mr. Farnon.

I need to you come quickly.

Mrs. Hall, whatever's the matter?

I heard a plane go over just now.

No, I've found a dog.

In terrible pain.

I don't know what's wrong, but he's suffering.

Tell me where you are, I'm on my way.

So how did you find it?

Your first case back in the saddle?

Eye-opening.

(Hamish moaning) (barks) You think I was too unorthodox.

JAMES: You were lucky.

CARMODY: Complete coincidence.

I've just learnt it's better to humor him or one ends up there all day.

A harmless vitamin shot was an excellent solution in the circumstances.

Although you'll have to follow up.

Give him some pointers on training.

Can you manage that around your studies?

Of course.

All set for the exams, then?

I'd take them today if I could.

(Hamish barks) (barks) Quiet, boy!

(barks) You know what this means.

(Hamish whimpering) Do I?

(Hamish barks) Yeah, what's the saying?

"When the student is truly ready, the teacher will disappear."

You've improved in leaps and bounds since I left.

No.

(Hamish barks) I've still an awful lot to learn.

(Hamish barking) And you would've come up with something, if you hadn't been so preoccupied with Jimmy.

(tires screech) Whatever's the matter?

Jimmy.

(whimpers) Oh, dear-- good gracious.

I forgot him!

(moans softly) You're a dab hand with livestock, Mr. Herriot, but you've a way to go with the little 'un.

I've no idea what came over me.

CARMODY: If it's any consolation, my parents forgot I was at boarding school once.

For an entire summer.

I didn't turn out too badly, did I?

Well, we should dash-- he needs his feed.

Thanks for having him, Mr. Dowson, Elsie.

Sorry again.

(door closes) To Heston, Carmody.

And don't spare the horses.

Thanks, Elsie.

(engine starts) Doris?

Doris!

I'm all right.

Just getting my breath back.

Where's Candy?

(Candy snuffles) Is she lame?

She stumbled on the wet roots, and we both went flying.

(whinnies) (engine stops) Any idea who he belongs to?

MRS. HALL: Well, his tag says Bingo, but there's no address.

(Bingo whimpering) Well, Bingo is spasming.

Which means poison.

And time is against us.

MRS. HALL: There's summat white on his paws, see?

(whimpers) SIEGFRIED: Ah, yes.

Could be paint.

Must've been up to mischief.

Is that what's done it?

No.

My best guess would be strychnine, or some sort of pesticide in something he's eaten.

(moans) Will he recover?

We need to make him vomit.

The sooner the better.

I use soda crystals at home, but apomorphine will do the trick.

(exhales) Candy bolted.

Did she?

Airplane went over and spooked her.

I think she's gone lame on her near fore.

ALDERSON: There's no think about it.

You can tell a mile off.

Not like her to get scared.

It's the noise.

She's not used to it.

Always had peace and quiet, haven't you, girl?

Let's have a look at you.

Was Joan all right?

(Candy nickers) Yeah, no trouble.

Dare I ask what happened to Doris?

She came off, but she's fine.

I've sent her to phone Skeldale.

(Candy grunts) Ooh, is that tender, girl?

Easy now.

Easy.

Might just be a sprain?

Aye.

Well, let's hope so, young lady.

(whimpers) There we are.

(whines) Yep, nice and clear.

Let's hope he brought up enough of the poison.

(Bingo moans) Is there nothing else you can do for him?

I can give him a barbiturate.

It's no cure, but it'll ease the symptoms.

Relax his muscles.

(Bingo moans) There now, there's a good boy.

Yeah.

SIEGFRIED: It shouldn't take long for this to take effect.

And then we can whisk him back to the surgery.

In the meantime, let's keep him as warm and comfortable as we can.

(whining) (Mrs. Hall exhales) (Mrs. Hall exhales) (chuckling): Gave me such a scare.

Not sure how I'd be in a real emergency.

This is a real emergency.

And you've dealt with it impeccably.

BOSWORTH: Can't park that there.

SIEGFRIED (softly): Oh, good Lord.

What now, Mr. Bosworth?

A reprimand for an unmarked dog?

BOSWORTH: What on Earth are you doing?

Mr. Farnon, he...

He's gone very still.

I'm afraid we're too late.

He's stopped breathing.

(inhales sharply) What a terrible shame.

At least we managed to ease his suffering.

That's something.

We should find his owner.

Yes-- I don't suppose you know anyone round here with a dog named Bingo?

I do, yes.

Who?

(voice breaking): It's me.

(footsteps approaching) Mr. Bosworth, I feel I owe you an apology.

For my unkind remarks earlier.

I'm glad you were there with him at the end, Mrs. Hall.

One friendly face, at least.

(inhales) Is there anyone we can fetch for you?

To sit with you a while?

'Fraid not.

It were just me and Bingo.

He was a fine dog.

And I wish there were more I could've done to save him.

I said hurry, not break the land speed record.

Fear not!

Mrs. Pumphrey taught me how to hold my nerve at the wheel.

The trick is to distract oneself... Carmody.

...from any hazards that might crop up.

Stop!

It's really quite ingenious.

(yells): Stop!

(tires screech) Sorry, Jimmy.

Hello!

(stammers): He... Hello.

Thanks for stopping-- any chance of a lift?

Uh, yes.

Um, shouldn't be any, don't see why, um...

Hop in, why don't you?

Yes.

Might help to ask where she's going.

Especially as we're in a rush.

The vet's in Darrowby Square?

There's no answer on the phone, and I've a horse needs seeing.

Whereabouts?

Do you know Heston Grange?

JAMES: We do-- get in.

CARMODY: Sorry if it's a bit of a squeeze back there.

JAMES: Meet Jimmy and Hamish.

DORIS: Hello!

How do you do?

CARMODY: I'm Richard, he's James.

DORIS: I'm Doris.

CARMODY: Doris, ah.

BOSWORTH: I'd always hoped there'd be more than two of us.

But, uh, I were never lucky enough to click with anyone.

SIEGFRIED: Perhaps, if you're ready, we could discuss what poisoned Bingo.

Now it's too late.

I'm not much of a prospect.

Nonsense.

You've still got your health.

I've made my peace with it.

(inhales) As have you, I suspect, Mr. Farnon.

Made my peace with what, exactly?

Well, we may not have a family, but we have a vocation, keep ourselves busy.

Can't hope for more at our age.

I, I'd like to think there's life in the old dog yet.

(stifles laugh) If you say so.

Anyway, Bingo.

Um, I really do want to get to the bottom of this.

Is there something he could've got into?

Weed killer, rat poison?

I don't even own a mousetrap.

SIEGFRIED: Well, that solves one mystery.

He had paint on his paws.

BOSWORTH: Oh, were it the lead in the paint that poisoned him?

SIEGFRIED: No, his symptoms weren't those we'd see in lead poisoning.

The real culprit must be near at hand, though.

I told you, I don't have anything toxic.

It must've been the paint.

What about these?

For slugs.

Bingo-- sorry.

(sighs) I, I haven't used those for years.

SIEGFRIED: Well, safe to say Bingo had a nose around, ate a couple out of curiosity.

Oh, no, it was the paint, I'm sure of it.

And I'm sure it wasn't.

BOSWORTH: I, I've been handing it out all over, for the safe marking of curbs and signage.

It's no good for morale if dogs are dropping like flies.

We'll just have to tell folk to be careful with it, won't we?

Yes.

And to stop painting their cows, immediately.

I suppose, if you insist... ...that could well be the safest option.

I'm very sorry, indeed, Mr. Farnon.

And I'm very sorry about your dog.

I couldn't detect any signs of fracture.

Probably a tendon sprain.

Like we hoped.

This should give her some support.

I've treated her for the pain and inflammation.

Bit of a hero, aren't you?

(metal rattling) (murmurs) CARMODY: I like horses.

I mean, I... ...specialize in them-- horses.

Yes.

ALDERSON: Don't mind him.

From London.

(chuckles) There's nothing up with her mouth.

No, but teeth are a good indication of age.

(snorts) JAMES: Easy.

And Candy's elderly now.

Oh, we know that.

JAMES: Older horses can be prone to injury.

Too much wear and tear on the joints.

So we should keep her bandaged, then?

That would help.

But it might not be enough to stop it happening again.

JENNY: What more can we do?

JAMES: It might actually be a case of doing less.

Especially when it comes to riding.

You mean, stop?

I do, I'm afraid.

Not completely, though?

To prevent further injury... ...it might be time to think about putting her out to pasture.

(snorts softly) Well, bloody hellfire.

Sorry.

(Jimmy cries) Here.

Hey, hey, hey, hey.

Sorry I didn't listen.

You weren't to know Candy'd bolt.

She's lame 'cause of me.

You heard James.

She's lame 'cause she's getting older.

I've taken her for granted.

She's all we've got left of Mum.

That's not true.

Mum's everywhere here.

Always will be.

I remember first time she put me on her, just down there.

Must've been about four.

Practically born in the saddle, you.

She's years left in her yet.

We'll treat her like a queen, won't we?

And you've still got Joan to ride.

She has come on.

You were right.

(inhales) She's not the only one who's grown up round here, either.

I know.

You're a proper mum now.

I meant you.

Turn me back for five minutes, and you're a woman.

Sorry.

I've not been here to notice.

You've had a pretty good excuse.

(laughs) I might be a mum, but I were your sister first.

You know, I won't stop worrying about you.

I've noticed.

Listen, if you're set on going somewhere else, I won't stop you.

I just want it to be your decision.

Not Doris's.

I'm not leaving.

Just visiting for a day or so, see what I think of it.

And anyway, Doris doesn't want me to get a job in Leeds.

She thinks I'm better off here.

Does she?

Well, whose idea was it, then?

Yours.

You always said I was too young to choose farming.

That the world's bigger than Darrowby.

I did.

Back then, it were just us.

Now I'm bumping into people from all over.

Land girls, volunteers.

They've done so much more than me.

I know what you meant now.

I should see what else is out there, then decide.

So this is all down to me?

I can go, then?

When Doris visits?

As long as you keep your wits about you.

And you bring me back something nice from Lewis's.

(laugh) (laughing) SIEGFRIED: Seeing Bosworth like that, all alone.

Makes one grateful, doesn't it?

Must be why he throws himself into his work.

I suppose if it weren't for the practice, I might find myself in a cold little place like that.

Listening to the clock tick.

(chuckles) Very possibly.

You agree with him?

That we're alike?

You're practically twins.

What?

You both have your particular ways.

Woe betide anyone who suggests a change.

I'll have you know I'm very adaptable.

I relish change.

Given the time to become accustomed to it.

Christ, I'm him.

(laughs): Give over-- I'm having you on!

No, I, I'm Bosworth-- put me out of my misery immediately.

You're nothing like him.

You've an house full, for starters.

It won't stay that way forever.

Well, only if you give up on life, like him.

No, you've plenty left ahead.

(chuckles): Don't be daft.

You're right, as usual.

A timely reminder, nonetheless.

Seize the day.

While we still can.

DORIS: Oh, hello again.

I thought you'd gone.

I'll take this out to the car.

No need!

(softly): Good luck.

(chuckles) I've met a few London lads, me.

Oh?

All mouth and front.

Nothing like you.

(stammering): I, um... ...prefer the country.

Same here.

So, what do you get up to when you're not saving horses?

Nothing much.

DORIS: Right.

But, if you would like to, um... Go on.

Goodbye, Doris.

(sheep bleating) (softly): So, go on-- how was it?

More stressful than the R.A.F.

(chuckles) I take it he had an explosion down here?

Feels like he's wearing half the nappies in Yorkshire.

Elsie Dowson kindly fashioned him something with tea towels.

Because I forgot his bag.

Oh, bit of a juggling act, idn't it?

And fire breathing, on the tightrope.

(chuckles) No idea how you managed by yourself.

Audrey and Siegfried stopped me going spare.

We can share the load together now, though, can't we?

Not sure you'll trust me to.

It wasn't only the bag I forgot about.

But he was safe and warm with the Dowsons the entire time.

No harm came to him, I swear.

Are you trying to tell me...

I left him behind.

Yes.

It's unforgivable, I know, and I, I'm so sorry.

How long did it take you to notice?

A few minutes, in the car.

I think I'm just so glad to be here and so desperate to get back to normal, I tried to do too much all at once and let you both down, terribly.

(Jimmy fusses) (shushes): Hey.

No, you haven't.

You've just been up two nights straight with a baby for the first time ever.

That's no excuse.

I've made plenty of mistakes of me own that way.

But you've been like a duck to water.

Headless chicken, more like.

You'll get used to it.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

Tristan certainly seems to be living life to the full.

What did you make of his letter?

Watch out!

(tires skid) (exhales) Well, I never.

(lows) It worked.

Now, I never said it wouldn't work.

All is forgiven-- Mr. Bosworth saved us.

You're the one who saw the damn thing!

Only 'cause she's got stripes.

Debatable.

(laughs): Plain as day.

Hardly!

Definitely.

I think not.

Well, then you'd be wrong.

(urging cow) (gate opens) Come on now, madam.

I've had me fill of stubborn beasts today.

Now, that's just rude.

JAMES (softly): Do you think we'll ever get used to it?

HELEN: Reckon we'll just have to accept the chaos.

He'll keep us on our toes, that's for sure.

Absolutely.

(chuckles) Even when he's big.

Well, try not to worry.

If Jenny goes, she'll be back.

(Siegfried singing softly) Ow!

(exclaiming) Damn and blast!

(blowing) Today's been rather surprising.

Carmody's stolen my crown, Mrs. Hall's leading the war effort, and Siegfried's cooking now, apparently.

(chuckles) Are you feeling all right?

Adapt or die, that's what they say.

He's showing he's adaptable by warming up a pie.

SIEGFRIED: I've been remiss over Mrs. Hall's new duties.

It's only right I should step in and take the strain now and again.

CARMODY: I, for one, sleep better at night knowing you're out there taking care of us.

I commend your bravery, Mrs. Hall.

Thank you, Mr. Carmody.

Come along, it's getting cold.

Hello!

(chuckles) How did you get on at Mr. Dowson's with Jimmy?

A slightly longer crash course could be in order.

(inhales sharply) I also might've been a little foolish to imagine I could jump straight back in, and nothing would be different.

Ah, but wasn't it Heraclitus who said, "The only constant in life is change"?

SIEGFRIED: It was.

And he was spot on.

HELEN: You'll catch up.

We've time now.

And your return is a very welcome change, indeed, James.

(pounding at door) BOSWORTH (yelling): Put that light out!

Oh!

Oh!

SIEGFRIED: Sorry, Jimmy.

Excuse me.

BOSWORTH: Ah, here he is.

The repeat offender.

This is hardly an offense.

You've incurred a one pound fine.

Be sure to pay it in a timely manner.

I thought we had made peace.

Surely we can come to some arrangement.

Rules are rules-- it's more than my job's worth, Mr. Farnon.

You're a volunteer!

(both arguing) We should dig in-- he might be a while.

Do you not fancy intervening, Audrey?

No.

Best leave them to it.

(laughs) To things that never change.

(argument continues) OTHERS: Things that never change.

Aw!

Aye, he's a bonnie wee thing.

I'll be working on my speech if anyone needs me.

Speech?

BOY: Telegram for Mr. Farnon.

MRS. HALL: Well, try not to assume the worst.

That's easier said than done.

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