All Creatures Great and Small

You may now kiss the bride.

(crowd cheering) TRISTAN: James felt he couldn't give up.

His sense of duty will be the death of him one of these days.

JAMES: What if I was needed somewhere else?

You're too important here.

TRISTAN: You'll protect more people by preventing TB spread than you ever would with a gun in your hand.

HELEN: Look at this!

Partnership?

You've earned it.

FARMER: You sure you'll not have breakfast, James?

Yes.

So you're going to pop back later?

Yes.

Yes?

Absolutely.

Right.

All right.

I'll see you then.

Cheerio!

(dog barks, engine starts) Time to get home, time to get home (whistling same tune) Time to get home, time to get home Time to get home right away (whistling tune) (engine whirring) Do you think we'll make it, Jess?

I think we just might.

(door closes) Ah.

Not this morning, Jess.

(whines) Stay.

Stay.

(pan clangs) Oh.

You're up.

That was good timing.

How's Mr. Harper's sow?

Grumpy and uncooperative.

Much like her owner.

(laughs) (laughing): Ooh... they're cold!

Sorry.

Mm... Don't be.

(both laughing) (pan sizzling and sputtering) Ooh, the eggs!

You get the plates.

(chuckles) (Helen chuckles) Oh.

Sit down and eat.

No, you.

You've been out half the night.

I'm fine on the bed.

(both laughing) No... (knife saws through food) It's a little burnt.

It's perfect.

(soft chuckle) (continues cutting) (more forcefully, table rattles) Mm... Lovely... ...texture.

No, don't!

I haven't done anything.

If you have to resort to violence that means you've already lost!

(both laughing) You expecting guests for breakfast?

Still can't get used to the idea of them being up there.

(sighing): Managing with just that tiny stove to cook on.

They're probably enjoying themselves more than you think.

(Tristan chuckles) Any jam, Mrs. H?

Oh.

Don't worry, I'll get it.

Here.

For services rendered.

Thanks, Siegfried.

Good morning!

Good morning.

Morning!

Morning!

Still plenty left.

Oh no, we've just... er... had breakfast.

Ah.

Mr. Farnon.

Does this mean you might be buying a round tonight, Triss?

I resent the implication that I'm anything other than generous on our occasional sojourns to the pub.

To the local nurses maybe.

(chuckles) Unfortunately for the women of Darrowby, my affections and my wallet shall not be given as glibly as before.

Holding out for Mrs.

Right?

There's certainly been plenty of Mrs. Wrongs.

(chuckles sardonically) Actually, I'm saving up for something.

Wonders will never cease.

Here.

Promise me you're not too drafty up there?

We're grand, thanks.

Er, Siegfried, I think you might've made a mistake.

That seems incredibly unlikely.

No.

40% of profits, less bills, capital costs, et cetera.

Look.

But that's less than I was earning before.

It's less than what Tristan gets now.

Ups and downs of running a business, I'm afraid.

Siegfried, since I'm a partner now, shouldn't we talk about how it's going to work?

Maybe there's more that I could be doing.

Oh, you don't need to worry your head over that rigmarole.

It's terribly dull I assure you.

But I'd like to know more-- Are you going up to see Kate Billings today?

Aye.

Marvelous.

Give her my regards.

(door slams shut) (water splashing, cutlery clanging) Bye.

See ya later, luv.

May I?

(dishes clattering) (sheep bleating, birds twittering) Hello, Mrs. Billings.

That's the other one.

I'm Miss.

Sorry.

Was expecting Mr. Farnon.

Who might you be?

Mr. Herriot.

(chuckles) I knew a Herriot once.

Oh, right?

Mean little bugger.

Follow me.

Was Mr. Farnon busy?

Yes, but he sends his regards.

Does he?

You know you really must stop bringing me these delicious cakes, Mrs. Barber.

Terrible for my waistline.

Oh, you're more than welcome.

Isn't he, Oscar?

(Oscar squawks) (wings flapping, bird squawking) Oh!

(sniffs, moans) SIEGFRIED: Was that Mrs. Barber I saw leaving?

Uh, yeah.

Not in the examination room.

Hand it over.

Here you go.

Thank you.

Love feeds on many kinds of food I know Some love for rank And some for duty (rat squeaking) Perks of being in charge?

Mrs. Hall, you have a tone.

Oh?

A sort of tone that tells me I'm to be informed of my failings in the not-too-distant future.

Well, it's not my place to tell you anything.

Jolly good.

Well, I might suggest...

Here we go.

You shouldn't make promises you can't keep.

You made James a partner.

You need to start treating him like one.

I've spent years refining this business, till it runs like clockwork.

(rat squeaks) What if he starts... rearranging it?

Well you can't expect to carry on as though nothing's changed.

You know how keen he is.

Let him take a look under the bonnet and see how it all works.

Mrs. Hall, you are as ever, absolutely and completely correct.

I shall endeavor to make amends just as soon as ever I can.

Right.

Well... Good then.

(rat squeaks) (sheep bleating, birds twittering) Hello, little ladies.

(places case down) (calf lowing, James unclasps case) Hello, hello.

What seems to be the trouble with you then?

Been a bit gip last day or two.

Diarrhea and sickness.

I were worried.

(calf lowing) They're absolute beauties.

You don't need to tell me that.

Oh, no, no, of course.

(stammering): I was just...

Temperature's normal.

(birds twittering) The breeding is so important, isn't it?

Finding parents with different qualities that complement one another.

(distant sheep bleating) Lungs are clear.

I see you won best in show.

You know me sister, Annie, then?

I've not had the pleasure, no.

Be glad of it too.

(birds twittering, sheep bleating) Easy... (lowing loudly) Easy.

Sore, isn't it?

(inhales) (lowing loudly) Easy.

Sorry!

They're clearly suffering from acute abdominal pain.

What've you been feeding them?

Milk and a few nuts.

Best there is.

There's nowt 'ere that could hurt 'em.

I keep it as well as can be.

No, I can see that.

I'll give them some morphine for the pain.

And some charcoal solution.

And that'll hopefully help pass any toxins through.

Hm.

(calf lowing) Er, right.

(clears throat) (rifling through case) Just the stuff.

(quietly): Here we are.

All right?

Keep an eye on them, let me know if there's any changes.

Aye.

Otherwise, I'll be back to check on them tomorrow.

Aye.

Right, well, I'll be off then.

Aye.

(cow mooing) (Jess panting) Coming through!

What've you done to the dining room?

I was under the impression that I owned this establishment.

What?

You told me to show him everything.

JAMES: Hello?

Ah, James, mi compadre!

Allow me to introduce you to the inner workings of the practice.

(chuckling): Goodness.

Right...

I'll leave you to get better acquainted.

But while you're at it, if you could detail the profit and loss accounts of the last 12 months and make a list of any unpaid invoices, that would be most helpful.

You're off?

You're going?

I'm out with Diana this evening.

We're practicing our foxtrot.

(humming) Wasn't it with Carol last night?

And Eliza the night before.

Don't know where he finds the energy.

(sighs) I'm sure it'll all make sense once I get going.

I'll put the kettle on.

(groans) Stick a fork in me, I am done.

Oh, what do you say, Jim, fancy a pint?

Blimey.

What happened in here?

Do you know what a profit and loss account is?

Ooh... above my pay level I'm afraid.

You get paid more than me!

(chuckles) (retreating footsteps) (door opens) (door closes) Right...

Right.

I'll just make a start.

Morning, Matt!

Morning, William!

Lovely day.

Hello, Ernie.

Morning!

Morning, William!

(doorbell rings) SIEGFRIED: Morning!

Good morning.

How'd you get on with the accounts last night?

Everything in order?

Er, aye, fantastic.

Thanks again for letting me have a look.

Oh, not at all.

You're a partner in the firm.

I wouldn't have it any other way.

So did you get it all written up?

I have to admit, I am struggling a bit.

Ah... Well, best leave it with me then, eh?

Mm.

I mean, we can't all be polymaths blessed with the practical skills and acute mental ability required to understand the complexities of business.

And you have so many other qualities-- with the animals, with the clients.

And there's no harm in sticking to what you're good at.

Plow your own furrow, I say.

I actually thought Helen might be able to help me understand how it all works.

Helen?

I used to run the farm's accounts.

It's no bother going through it with James.

(kisses) Well, isn't that a kind offer?

Um...

Yes.

Well... (door opens) Yes.

(door closes) (stammering, stilted): That's very generous, Helen, thank you.

(sheep bleating) I lost that calf of mine this morning.

I'm sorry to hear that, Miss Billings.

And another one's started to go the same way.

(calf lowing) (liquid pouring) The symptoms look the same as before.

The temperature's normal.

I'm sure it's acute gastritis but I wish I knew the cause.

I could swear these calves have eaten some sort of irritant.

I haven't let them out of this shed.

(calf lowing) I'll do a post-mortem on the other calf that you lost to see if we can find anything.

And I'll get the kidneys over to the lab in Harrogate to test for lead estimation.

(scoffs) There's no lead in 'ere.

There must be something we've missed.

(sighs) These calves... (sniffles) ...they're like family to me.

Does anyone else work here?

Could anyone help shed some light on it?

Just me.

Since Annie left.

Could she help us?

(calf lowing) She got married.

She lives just over t'hill but hasn't set foot on this farm for nigh on a year now.

And I told her, if she's gone, she's gone.

What about Mr. Farnon?

What about him?

He's always been my vet.

He knows this farm.

Mr. Farnon would tell you the same as me.

Well, at least tell me if I'm gonna lose any more of 'em.

Honestly, I don't know the answer to that.

(calf exhales) Let me run the tests.

We will get to the bottom of it.

(softly): What's gonna happen, eh?

What's gonna happen?

Hm?

I'll look after yer, luv.

(papers rustling nearby) Anything I can help with?

No, thank you.

Good.

(papers rustling continues) (pencil scribbling) You know you really don't have to.

I could always sit down with James.

I'm happy to do it, Siegfried.

Wonderful.

(scribbling continues) (telephone ringing) Phone's ringing!

If only there were some clever way of me knowing.

Darrowby 2297.

(scribbling continues) (Jess barks) Florence, you say?

(Mrs. Hall speaking indistinctly) Ah, yes, difficult first couple of months this year.

Of course, we suffered when you and James went gallivanting off on your honeymoon.

How do you manage your petty cash?

Oh, we, um... we just put in the pint pot.

It's not so different to how we'd run things up at Heston Grange.

(hangs up telephone) We use an old cigar box.

MRS. HALL: A lady named Florence.

Number Three, Hillside Lane.

Her dog's had a turn.

Tristan?!

(louder): Tristan!

Call out.

Me?

But what about surgery?

If there's a sudden rush, I'm sure I'll cope.

I best take the Rover then.

(footsteps rushing off) Need anything else?

No, thank you.

Siegfried, I was wondering if you could help me with this.

That's a five.

And this?

Also a five.

I've found some uncashed checks as well.

You know, Helen, although to the untrained eye it may look a little haphazard, I have to tell you that this system has never let me down yet.

Maybe this wasn't a good idea.

No, perhaps not.

You've got the gist in any case.

(packing forcefully) (engine stops, indistinct nearby chatter) Tristan Farnon!

Oh God, Florence Pandhi.

What're you doing here?

You called and asked for me to come.

I called for a vet.

You do know that your dad's a vet?

(sighing): He does farm visits on Tuesday.

It was an emergency.

(dog barks) (barks) No, looks like it, too.

Though being George Pandhi's daughter, I shouldn't be surprised that you think this perfectly healthy dog is on death's door.

Are you going to examine her, or do I have to get your dad around here?

He's not my dad, as you well know.

Come on, then, let's have a look at you.

What's her name?

Daisy.

Hello, Daisy!

Daisy... hello.

She was absolutely fine, running around on the drive, when she just suddenly seized up and sort of toppled over onto her side gasping and drooling.

I've given her a once over but I can't seem to find anything.

That doesn't sound very pleasant.

How old is she?

She's too old for it to be epilepsy, if that's what you're thinking.

Still your dad's assistant then, by the sounds of it?

Actually, I work at the bank now.

Took a room here a couple of months ago.

Pandhi can't have liked that.

No, but it's not his life, is it?

Uh, look, I really can't find anything wrong with her.

Maybe she got a bone or something else she's eaten caught and now it's been dislodged.

It doesn't seem to be troubling her anymore.

Is that it?

Your bill will be in the post.

(door closes) (tuts) (door opens) Lost!

(door closes) JAMES: Evening.

Triss!

The state of this place!

What do you call a penguin in the desert?

How can you find anything in here?

Organized chaos, old chap.

And it's lost!

(laughing): The penguin's lost.

You really should keep these sterilized and ready for use.

(groaning): Yes, yes.

All right, Siegfried.

You know, technically, I am your boss now.

Hmm, technically.

I suppose you'll have to learn the hard way.

Is that it?

Is that what?

You'll never successfully manage a practice by being soft on him.

I am actually here, you know.

We were just talking, Siegfried.

A piece of friendly advice.

We don't always have to bawl and shout, you know.

What was that all about?

You know that thing you do when you're with a girl who you thought you liked, but then you realize you don't like her as much as you thought you did, but you like her too much to tell her that to her face?

I have no idea what you're talking about.

The long goodbye?

The slow death?

When you just sort of start being a bit off until she gets the hint and stops calling.

You're a terrible human being.

Look, I hate to break it to you, but Siegfried has never wanted a partner.

I mean ever.

He likes being in control too much for that.

He really said that?

Mm.

Frequently.

(locks case) Is something on fire?

Just dinner.

Ah, all right.

Dare I ask how it went with Siegfried?

(sighs) As good as that?

Once I got me head around the way things worked, I started to understand it.

And I found a few uncashed checks.

Four pounds for the TB testing we did the other day?

You know that's more than we earn in a week.

What time is it?

Maybe I can still catch them.

Who?

The Ministry of Agriculture.

Siegfried did say I should plow my own furrow.

TB testing's really not popular with farmers.

It can mean closing down farms or killing livestock.

Maybe you should speak to Siegfried first.

If I can show him it'll bring in more money, maybe it'll change his mind.

Change his mind on what?

Triss just said Siegfried has never wanted a partner.

I'm starting to wonder if he might be right.

(picks up phone, dials) Hello, can you put me through to the department of TB testing, please?

Morning, Alice.

Morning, gentlemen.

Hello, Alice!

Yes.

Yes.

(doorbell rings) Door!

Yes, I'm so sorry to hear that, Kate.

Morning, Audrey.

Morning, Alice.

MRS. HALL: Thank you.

SIEGFRIED: Yeah.

Have a good day now.

SIEGFRIED: I was under the impression that Herriot was dealing with this.

SIEGFRIED: Yes, of course I will.

(footsteps approaching) Yes, yes, I'll be up there right away.

JAMES: Morning.

Morning, James, busy day ahead?

I'm going to the lab to see if I can hurry along some test results.

SIEGFRIED: Excellent, good.

JAMES: Thanks again for letting Helen take a look at the books.

SIEGFRIED: Quite all right.

JAMES: She mentioned there was a check for the TB testing.

SIEGFRIED: Yes, I'll be dropping that into the bank first thing this morning.

Eleven letters, ups and downs?

Second letter I, eighth letter T. Anyone?

Helen, do you know?

Since it brings in so much money, don't you think we could be doing more of it?

More trouble than it's worth, frankly; it would mean risking our relationship with the farmers, and we've enough on with the animal surgery.

What's this doing here?

HELEN: Oh sorry, I'll move it now.

No, no trouble at all.

Everything all right?

(phone rings) Yes, Mrs. Hall, rubbing along famously.

Bye.

Bye.

JAMES: Siegfried!

Siegfried.

Morning.

Shall we?

Jess!

(Jess barks) GERALD: How are the newlyweds adjusting to their new home?

MRS. HALL: Ah, you could put them in a shoe box and they'd be happy.

(chuckling) To be young and in love.

Did you ever think about getting married?

I'm not sure what Rock would have to say about that.

He gets very jealous.

You're daft.

No, I came close once.

Ruth Farwell was her name.

What happened?

If you don't mind me asking?

(dogs barking) Truth be told, I didn't really feel like I deserved to be happy back then.

After what happened to so many of my friends in the war, it just didn't seem fair.

Still, I should've fought for her.

But when I saw Ruth at the dance with Peter Riley, that was my chance.

But I lacked the courage.

You must've had some courage.

You went off to fight in the war as a young lad.

I mistook bravado for bravery.

It takes real courage to fight for your happiness.

I was a fool.

I think foolishness is part and parcel of being young, unfortunately.

You're right.

No, it all worked out for the best though.

Peter's a nice fellow and Ruth's happy.

And you?

Oh...

I made my peace a long time ago, Audrey.

I believe that we all end up exactly where we're meant to be.

(sheep braying) Hello, Kate.

That's two I've lost now.

I'm so sorry.

Let's take a look.

(sheep bleating) Temperature's normal.

(calf lows) Yeah.

There's definite evidence of gastritis.

That's what Mr. Herriot said.

My best guess is they've ingested some sort of irritant, but I can't see anything in here it could be.

He said that and all.

I'll do a post-mortem on the calf and order a lead estimation test.

He's done that too, hasn't he?

Aye, he has.

Well, it sounds like James has done everything he should.

I'm none the wiser.

Sorry, Kate.

So, there's nothing you can do for 'em?

Not until we know what's wrong.

I can only hope James-- my partner-- has news from the lab that throws some light on the problem.

TRISTAN: There you go, Charlie.

Now make sure you keep brushing him regularly, otherwise the fur will get matted again.

Thank you, Tristan.

Come on, Richard, let's get you home.

(chuckles) (door shuts) (laughter in distance) MRS. HALL: That can't be true.

(laughing) You're teasing me now!

You two look very cozy.

Oh, the dogs.

You must be thirsting for a brew.

Won't be a moment.

And how are you today, Rock?

Oh, he's grand.

Yeah, he looks it.

He's always excited for his walks with Jess.

I'm sure he is.

You know, we care a great deal about... Jess.

She's a part of the family, and we'd hate for her to get hurt.

Well, I can assure you (quietly): Rock cares a great deal about Jess too.

And would never do anything of the sort.

Good.

That's good then, isn't it?

(door opens) FLORENCE: Hello?

FLORENCE: Help, somebody help me, please!

She started having fits about half an hour ago.

I didn't know what to do so I just brought her straight here.

Okay, bring her through.

My father's out.

The state of this place!

Uh, we've had a busy day, put her on the table.

I'm not letting you work on my dog in this pig sty.

Look, your dog looks very ill, she could die.

You need to let me examine her.

Okay, let's see... (dog struggling) Is this what happened before?

Exactly.

It's not a fit.

She's choking.

Something's interfering with her air flow.

I need you to assist, pass me the torch.

Would you mind holding her jaws apart so I can see the windpipe?

(dog breathing poorly) It's a pebble.

It's only about the size of a pea but it's right inside her larynx.

It's acting like a ball valve, blocking her wind pipe every now and then.

I'll have to get it out.

Oh God, no.

How on earth do you work with it like this?

The conjunctiva is blue, she's asphyxiating.

Anaesthetize the throat area.

Florence, you need to trust me.

You're right, I'm sorry.

(dog breathing poorly, gasping) (surgical tools clanging) Right, hold her still while I make the incision.

Deep breath.

(tools clanging) I'm through.

(dog struggling to breathe) I can feel it.

Okay.

I just need to... I've got it!

(dog struggling to breathe) (dog breathing regularly) (sighs) Good girl, that's it.

That's it, good girl.

Okay.

That's it, that's it, wait there, wait there.

Right, that's all done.

You'll just need to remove the stitches in ten... FLORENCE: Ten days' time.

I can do that.

SIEGFRIED: Florence Pandhi?

What are you doing here?

Oh God, please tell me your father's not here as well?

No.

But I'll be sure to tell him what an excellent job Tristan did.

SIEGFRIED: Oh, right.

Good.

We'll be off then.

Come, Daisy.

Yes, right, um...

Thanks for that.

Thank you.

Vicissitude.

Your crossword, the answer is vicissitude.

(door opens and closes, dog barks) (mutters): Vicissitude, of course.

(chuckles) Hello, Kate.

I'm stopping by to let you know about those test results.

(calf exhales) They're all I've got left, these calves.

(crying): I don't know what I'll do if... (bird chirping) It must get lonely, out here on your own.

(sighs) I'm perfectly well as I am.

We all need support from time to time.

If you're talking about our Annie, she ain't got time for us no more.

I'm sure if she knew that the calves were ill, that they were struggling, she might surprise you.

(sniffles) What was it about these test results?

The test came back negative for lead.

I'm so sorry, I wish I could tell you more, but I'm still none the wiser.

That's exactly what Mr. Farnon said.

(bicycle bell chimes) Evening!

(people chattering) Helen?

This came for James.

Oh, thank you.

Join us, what're you having?

Uh, whisky and water, thanks.

What's that?

It's for James.

From the MAG?

JAMES: Siegfried!

Herriot Veterinary Practice, indeed!

Herriot, I distinctly recall telling you we wanted nothing to do with the TB testing program.

Now I discover you've signed us up to it.

I'm sure it's just some simple misunderstanding.

I just called to see if we could do more testing and possibly make more money.

You don't appreciate how divisive the matter is for farmers.

We could persuade them.

This is still my practice.

It is, but since you made me partner, doesn't that make it mine too?

James, maybe now's not the time.

Ah, you went behind my back.

Which is something you'd know all about!

I saw Kate Billings today.

She's been a client of mine for five years and she specifically asked for me.

It was my case!

It's my practice!

It's our practice!

You see, this is exactly why I didn't want a bloody partner in the first place!

Ow!

(bicycle clatters) Damn it!

James?

They want their heads knocking together.

Let me make you that whisky.

Good idea.

Mr. Farnon likes to keep his buttons in separate boxes.

When they get mixed up, he struggles to cope.

I've started to feel like I might be a button too many.

It takes time adjust.

We all do.

It's a big table for just three people.

It's a big house.

I remember coming here to pay a bill when it was just you and Siegfried.

Oh my goodness, it were chaos.

You soon got it in order.

You do know, you don't have to be tucked up there all the time?

I like it.

It's like a private corner of the world that's just ours.

That's lovely to hear.

Now that don't mean you have to be squirreled away.

It's not that we don't want to come down, Well, then what's stopping you?

I'm so used to doing everything.

When I was up at the farm, it was the cooking, washing, cleaning, more cooking.

No one's expecting you to do all that here.

I just feel bad that it's all left to you.

Well, that's my job.

From the outside, it looks like it's more than that.

It is.

This is my home.

And you're not on the outside, this is your home too.

So you should start treating it as such.

(clock ticking) Come here.

Mmm.

Now, only thing needs sorting, his door's bare.

Any ideas?

Yes, I have.

(birds chirping, people chattering) Stove's out, so we'll have to have breakfast downstairs.

No, not with Siegfried.

Then you'll go hungry.

Now shift.

I take it you got the lead estimation result on Billings' calf.

It was negative.

It must be something else.

You'll be going back up there this morning then?

Yes.

You should both go.

That sounds like a good idea.

Two heads are better than one.

I don't think so.

I don't know about that.

I'm sure Kate Billings would appreciate all the help she can get.

I'm sure she would.

I'll get my things together.

Yes, so will I.

After you.

After you.

(sheep bleating, cow mooing) We suspect gastritis but we don't know what's causing it.

I've been over every corner of this shed, I can't see anything they could get to.

Something these animals have ingested is poisoning them.

All right, we've ruled out lead.

Yes.

And it's not their feed.

No.

Could it be something outside of the shed that's been trodden through and brought inside?

Worth a try.

Do you mind if I have a look around, Miss Billings?

I'll come with you.

(gently): You stay there.

(sheep bleats) (chicken clucks) (birds chirping, sheep bleating) (chickens clucking) Thank you for your kindness yesterday.

Oh, right.

It's no bother at all.

Did you think about what I said?

Do you see owt?

Um... no.

No, nothing that could be harmful.

(calves drinking) Hey, hey!

James, come and look at this.

It's a dead horn bud.

I just found it in the milk.

Aye, I disbudded their horns fortnight since.

Can you show me what you used?

The feller came round selling it.

Annie used to deal with all t'business side of things.

I can't read, you see.

But the feller told me it's just come on to market.

You just paint it on, and it's a lot easier than t'awd caustic stick.

SIEGFRIED: Butter of Antimony.

James, now we know!

What do you mean?

SIEGFRIED: Antimony is a deadly poison.

Oh, it'll burn your horn buds off all right, but if it gets in among the food, that's it.

You see, when the calves put their heads to drink, that's when the buds would fall off, and contaminate the milk.

SIEGFRIED: Exactly.

Anyway, let's get this last bud off and scrubbed up.

These two should be fine.

I poisoned them.

I could have killed 'em all?

You weren't to know.

If Annie were here, she'd have known.

I'm a stubborn fool, Mr. Herriot.

Didn't you say she just lives over that hill?

It's never too late to make amends.

(sheep bleating, bird screeching) Well done in there, Siegfried.

You too.

"...for if they fall, the one shall lift up the other."

(bird screeching) Peregrine.

I think.

(scrubbing) (whistles) Ah, Jim, good day?

Triss, are you... you're cleaning?

I am.

What happened?

Emergency operation yesterday.

I didn't have clean equipment.

I nearly lost a dog.

TRISTAN: Pandhi's daughter's dog to be precise.

JAMES: Pandhi?!

But you saved it?

Yes.

Yes, I suppose I did.

Then you did well.

And I want to hear all about that over a pint later.

Thanks, boss.

MRS. HALL: Dinner's ready.

Now then, tell me all about this TB testing?

The district's really fallen behind, so the MAG says there's as much as we want.

It could be incredibly lucrative.

Then, as a partner, you should be free to make those sorts of decisions.

You're going to be solely responsible though.

You won't even know it's happening.

Hm-hm.

I think we're done cooking upstairs, aren't we?

Oh, thank God!

(laughter) I mean, yes.

I think we are.

(chuckles) (all exclaim in anticipation) MRS. HALL: Let's eat!

It looks lovely.

This looks nice.

Ladies first.

Thank you.

What do we have here, Mrs. H?

Oh, put it back on!

Back on, put it back on!

No, that's good for you that is.

That's enough, thank you.

Cheers!

Cheers.

Major.

What say you, Farnon?

SIEGFRIED: I suspect the problem is psychological.

Undoing the damage will take time.

It's just a cat.

TRISTAN: She's in safe hands now.

(cat screeches, Tristan yelps) ALL: Surviving Siegfried!

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