♪♪
[ Lamb bleating ]
-You two gonna lend a hand or what?
-Oh, must've nodded off.
We had two call-outs last night.
-After a full day's lambing... again.
-It's a poor do.
Lambs don't stop coming just because you're weary.
Come on. Let's be having you.
-Sorry.
-It's good practise.
Sleepless nights.
[ Soldiers marching ]
♪♪
Although, to get to the baby part,
we do have to spend time together conscious.
-I know, and we will.
I'm actually cooking up a plan to make sure of it.
-Hmm.
♪♪
[ Sheep bleating ]
He comes highly recommended.
Top scholar in his year by all accounts.
It's only a placement, but we'll finally have a new assistant.
-Perfect. -Isn't it?
-Hmm. You'll have all your work, plus nights,
plus teaching this student what's what.
-Aye.
-Yeah, but once I've trained him up,
I'll have someone to delegate to,
which means more time for Helen and I.
-'Til Siegfried sends him packing after five minutes.
-Like he always does.
-But he won't be Siegfried's assistant.
He'll be mine.
-Your own little James to boss around.
-Exactly, and that's the difference.
Although I see myself as more of a mentor.
-A what?
-A guide.
-Oh, aye.
♪♪
[ Church bell tolling, indistinct conversations ]
♪♪
-No signs!
♪♪
-Herriot!
-Yes?
-Mrs Hall's making Tristan's bed up.
Says we're expecting someone.
-Because we are expecting someone.
-The student we agreed to host.
-He's not having Tristan's room.
-He isn't?
You didn't say not to offer board.
-I didn't think I needed to.
-I'll have a ring round, see if I can find somewhere.
-Where is the boy anyway?
Is he late? -I don't believe so.
-If he had anything about him, he'd be early.
-Mr Carmody's rather beholden to the train from London.
-That's his name, is it?
-Richard Carmody, yes.
-Richard Carmody.
From London.
He won't last.
Right, I'm going to the Chapmans to see Teasel.
-[ Sighs ]
[ Doorbell rings ]
♪♪
[ Dog barks ]
-Oh, Uncle Herriot, thank goodness!
It's the most dire emergency.
♪♪
Cedric is my new foster.
His daddy's away with the army.
I don't wish to embarrass him, but, um...
it's something of an anti-social malady.
-Not showing signs of aggression, is he?
-Oh, no, no, no, no, on the contrary,
he's as gentle as they come. Aren't you?
A tad excitable, though, which does tend to exacerbate things.
-And what things are we talking about exactly?
-He suffers from an excess of...
-Of?
[ Doorbell rings ] Mind if I get that?
-Hmm.
[ Door opens ]
-Hello, I hope I'm in the right --
-Richard Carmody? -Yes.
I'm afraid I got somewhat lost. -James Herriot, come in.
Come in, come in!
♪♪
Behind you.
Right this way.
Mrs. Pumphrey, I'd like you to meet Richard Carmody,
our brilliant new veterinary student.
-Delighted to make your acquaintance.
-How do you do?
-Well, this is all proving to be rather cosy, isn't it?
-Mrs Pumphrey was just about to tell me
what's ailing Cedric here.
-Yes. Now, I know it's not his fault.
And it's perfectly natural,
but he does seem to suffer really quite terribly from...
-From?
-From...
[ Cedric farts ]
-Flatulence.
[ Perfume spraying ]
♪♪
-Shh, shh, alright, Teasel.
That's a wheeze certainly.
Does it worsen with exercise?
-Yeah, I been giving her all the rest I can,
but I can't afford not to work her.
-It's heaves, I'm afraid.
-Thought so. You can see she's having trouble.
-It's taking twice the effort to breathe.
The air goes in, but the lungs have lost elasticity,
so she's forced to use her abdominal muscles
to push it back out again. -What's brought it on?
-A sensitivity to mould or dust usually.
Soaking the hay before she feeds can help.
I'll give her an arsenical expectorant
for her drinking water. That should ease things.
-But will it cure her? -Well...
-It's just that she's Tom's, is Teasel.
-I know he's always been very fond of her.
-I'd hate for my grandson to come back home
and, you know.
He's away with the army.
-She's young and strong.
I can't see why she wouldn't recover.
I'll do my damnedest to help in any case.
-Thanks.
-I keep telling her, "Take another lad on."
Won't listen.
Too much like replacing Tom she reckons.
-She's done well to cope on her own.
There's work here for three at least.
-Doesn't help with that lot training next door.
We're grateful to them, but it's not easy.
-More to come, I'm afraid.
Things are about to get a great deal more difficult
by all accounts.
-Mrs Pumphrey, you said it was an emergency.
-It is.
My community tea party's just around the corner.
The aim is to raise everyone's spirits,
not bombard them with noxious gas.
-Perhaps one could keep the dog outside?
-Banish him from the bosom of his foster family?
I couldn't countenance such cruelty.
-Do you always treat your animals like people?
♪♪
-Yes, Tricki, I quite agree. He's not like Uncle Herriot.
-I suggest we reduce Cedric's protein intake
and try him on an antacid.
Should clear things up in no time.
-Oh, how marvellous.
That's so kind of you, Uncle Herriot, we're very grateful.
And to you, too, I suppose, Mr Cardomy.
♪♪
-I thought we'd never discover the trouble.
-Yes, she's not one to be candid about delicate matters.
The animals are the easy part, of course.
It's the people who cause all the bother.
Ah, this is Mrs Hall, our housekeeper extraordinaire.
-Hello. Richard Carmody.
-How do you do? Make yourself at home.
You're very welcome.
-If you'd be kind enough to show me where to put my things,
I shall get myself settled in.
-Mrs Micklethwaite has a room for you.
Very clean, very particular, just across the square.
-There was a misunderstanding, with Mr Farnon --
-Who's just got back.
♪♪
-After you.
-Mr Carmody, I presume?
-You presume right.
-Final year, RVC?
-Yes. Specialising in equine science.
-Standards must be slipping.
-I'm not sure I understand.
-You were late.
-I was not.
I arrived in Darrowby an hour ahead of schedule,
only to discover the street signs
had been removed to discourage enemy invaders.
It took a little extra time to locate Skeldale House,
through no fault of my own,
and yet I arrived at 3:00 sharp,
as arranged with Mr Herriot.
♪♪
-I stand corrected.
Farnon, Siegfried, don't ask.
-It's a pleasure, sir.
-Cup of tea?
-Siegfried barked, but he didn't bite.
All went rather well.
-So far so good.
-Carmody? -Hello again.
And this must be Mrs Herriot, how do you do?
-How do you do?
-Thought I should familiarise myself
with the animals in for observation.
-Oh, we can do that together tomorrow.
-I don't mind showing him now.
-No need. -You sure?
-Quite sure. I'll catch you up.
It's his first night. And I am supposed to his mentor.
Should only take an hour or so.
-Tell you what, shall we just stay in?
I'm dead on me feet anyway.
-We can make up for it on Saturday.
-Saturday's Mrs Pumphrey's tea party.
-Not if we make our excuses?
I could send my assistant instead.
-Oh! -See, has its perks.
And everyone will be out.
-Well, when you put it that way...
-It'll be worth it once he learns, I promise.
-Let's hope he's a quick learner.
♪♪
-It's only been a few days,
but it's nice to have another lad about the place.
But he'll take some getting to know, I think.
-Do you reckon he'll stick?
-Well, he seems very confident.
Young.
We'll see.
-Well, I'm looking forward to meeting him
at Mrs Pumphrey's do.
-Yes.
But, um...
before we go, I, er, I wanted to...
[ Sighs ]
-What?
-Never mind.
It'll keep.
-Alright. 'Til later then.
See you at the manor.
Or you could try saying it?
Whatever's been eating away at you.
-You can tell?
-Course I can.
I know you, Audrey.
Look, if you're giving me the elbow,
I'd rather have it straight.
-I'm not giving you the elbow.
-No? -No.
I'm...
getting a divorce.
♪♪
-There he is. How was Sharpe's cow?
-Nervous, acetonaemic and extremely slobbery.
-I do wish you'd fetched me.
-Not sure Mrs Micklethwaite would've agreed at 4:00 a.m.
-Put the kettle on while you're up, will you?
Mrs Hall's out with Gerald.
Acetonaemia.
Comes up like clockwork in the exam, you know.
-Yes, but I can't make up my mind which theory I endorse.
Stevens maintains
it's the incomplete oxidation of fatty acids.
-Sjollema leans towards liver intoxication.
-And Janssen implicates one of the centres
of the autonomic nervous system. -What's your view?
-If we could pinpoint the exact cause
of the production of diacetic acid
and beta-oxybutyric acid in the metabolism,
we'd be well on the way to understanding the problem.
Don't you agree? -I do.
Wholeheartedly.
James?
-Absolutely.
Yes.
I thought perhaps we could get to grips
with the dispensary later.
-Oh, I've just offered to take him to Chapman's.
I'm following up with Teasel. Heaves.
-Also known as pulmonary emphysema.
Sounds like an interesting case.
-We'll start there then. No reason to trouble yourself.
-I'm afraid you're due at Pumphrey Manor.
Cedric's flatulence hasn't abated.
-Ventos regere non possum.
-Sed vela aptare possum.
One can't control the wind.
Very good.
[ Both laughing ]
[ Teakettle whistling ]
♪♪
-[ Clears throat ]
♪♪
-I did everything you said, to the letter.
♪♪
-How does that sound?
-Encouraging.
-It worked? Wetting her hay and that?
-Reducing her exposure to allergens
has decreased the chronic inflammation of the lungs.
-That means she's on the mend.
Tom'll be pleased to hear that, won't he?
-He will. Thanks, Mr Farnon.
It means the world.
♪♪
-Close the damn gate!
-Sorry!
♪♪
Keep your hair on, fella. -What about you?
Do you see yourself joining their illustrious ranks?
-Never, if I have anything to do with it.
-Really?
-Our new PM believes suffering lies ahead.
That suffering will be greater if we cannot feed the country.
-True.
-I intend to serve by doing my duty to our farmers.
We're a reserved occupation for a reason.
-Indeed we are.
♪♪
-Ugh!
Cedric!
Oh, Cedric!
-Cedric!
Oh, dear, I'm so sorry, Uncle Herriot.
I'm afraid he's proving to be something of a handful.
Tricki and I haven't slept a wink
because of his bounding and...whining.
I have never known a dog so boisterous and clingy.
Yes, listen, I'm talking about you!
-And how about his wind?
-The frequency has reduced a little,
however the magnitude has not.
I've decided to move my party alfresco,
to be on the safe side.
-And his diet?
-Suitably meagre as instructed.
Well?
-He's the picture of health.
I'm not quite sure what else to suggest.
-Oh.
-Where was he just now?
-Out for his daily walk with Francois.
-Once might not be enough.
He's not the lapdog you're used to.
Increasing his exercise should calm him down a bit.
-We could do with some calm, couldn't we, Tricki?
Yes! We are extremely fatigued.
-Well, I'm sure the party later will revive you.
-Yes, that and community relations, I hope.
I've extended the invitation to the infantry training camp.
-I've heard they've certainly been making their presence felt.
-Mm. Which is why it's time we got to know each other.
If anyone needs a morale boost, it's those young men.
-Hmm. I hope it goes swimmingly.
-You'll be coming, of course?
-I thought you were gonna send Carmody?
-I am, but she wouldn't let me off the hook.
Mrs Pumphrey -- She's like a boa constrictor.
The more you struggle, the tighter the grip.
-Should ask her for some tips. -Before you say it...
-Not another plan. -It's a good one.
-James, if we can't have any time together,
I'd rather stop here.
Get my never-ending list of jobs done.
-Listen, listen.
We go to the party, do a quick circuit.
As soon as the coast is clear,
we sneak off without saying goodbye.
Enjoy the whole afternoon at home, alone.
-Alright, but I'll be holding you to that.
-I certainly hope so.
[ Sheep bleating ]
How was Teasel's pulmonary emphysema?
-Clearing up very nicely. -Glad to hear it.
We can discuss treatment protocols
before we head to the party if you'd like?
-Oh, that's alright.
I've been through them all with Mr Farnon.
-Do you drive, Carmody? -Never got around to it.
-We'll have to see about that. -Will we?
Can't see us having time to teach him.
-An impressive chap like Carmody? Duck to water.
-What I mean is, he'll have his studies to return to,
and no doubt he intends to join up.
-That's just it. He doesn't.
He means to serve as a vet. At home.
You know, I was too hasty when I said he wouldn't last.
I think he suits us very well indeed.
Excellent work finding him, James, truly.
♪♪
Last one to the manor's a rotten egg!
[ Horn honks ]
♪♪
-How did I become Tristan?
-Don't talk daft.
♪♪
[ Horse neighs ]
[ Indistinct conversations, children laughing ]
-Oh, there's Gerald.
Excuse me a minute.
-Come on.
Sooner we've shown our faces, sooner we can go, remember?
♪♪
-Thanks very much.
And do your parents live in London, Mr Carmody?
-Occasionally.
They're mostly abroad. -Oh?
-Can't bear to be in one place for long.
-So you're well-travelled, too?
-Only as far as boarding school and college.
Well, if it isn't Cedric.
I should check on how he's bearing up.
-Don't forget your gas mask, lad.
Audrey keeps me abreast of all your goings-on.
-I expect our goings-on are more eventful
than your average day at the bank.
-You'd be surprised.
-Really?
-Might go and see about some cake.
-Hello, there, boy.
Still knocking everyone for six, is he?
-His odour makes me long to return to France.
-France has just been invaded, old chap.
-Exactement.
-Gosh. Well, what's Mr Herriot treating him with?
-Walking.
-Just walking? -Lots of walking.
-Mm. I wonder what good that'll do.
-Plenty for his behaviour actually.
-Interesting.
And what about his digestion?
-There's nothing wrong with his digestion.
-But wouldn't his persistent gas suggest otherwise?
[ Cedric growls ]
-That's when we realised.
It wasn't Lady Middlethorpe emptying her account,
it was her butler.
Fur coat, wig, bold as brass.
-Never! The butler did it?
-The butler did it. Only he didn't,
cos three of us grabbed him before he could leg it.
That tale tickles Audrey.
-Well, I hope you tell it often.
It's been a difficult time for her.
-Oh? -Well, you know about, um...
-Oh. Her situation, yes.
But she made the right decision, I reckon.
-Oh, undoubtedly, yes.
I see the weight lift off her shoulders
with every passing week.
Perhaps it's time we sought out something
a little stronger than tea?
-Excuse me, Mr Farnon.
I should should see where Audrey got to.
-Righto.
You!
-The lady said we could help ourselves.
-We've met.
Large animals and roads do not mix.
Which is why we have gates.
-Yes, sir. Sorry, sir.
-Where are you from?
-Hulme. Manchester.
-So a fish out of water then?
-Don't see too many fields as a plumber's apprentice, sir.
-Well, you're welcome here, of course you are.
But you must respect the way we do things.
I trust you'll spread the word on that?
♪♪
-No sign of infection or parasites?
-No. Which is why I'm certain it's a behavioural problem.
My diagnosis is not a matter for debate.
-What are we debating? -Something that'll wait?
-Mr Herriot thinks Cedric's flatulence is all in his head.
I suspect it's more gut-related. What do you think?
-Well, considering who he lives with,
I'd say it's his gut.
-Then you'd be wrong.
He's in a new place with a new owner.
It's likely he's boisterous because he's anxious.
Anxiety can lead to gas. -As can rich food.
-Speaking of food, I'm famished.
Why don't we leave them to it? -Cedric's on a strict diet.
-Strict has always been an elastic concept to Mrs Pumphrey.
-James... -Just a minute.
She has form for spoiling her pets, but --
-You said yourself she was bound to be overindulging Cedric.
-Look, I know you're trying to impress,
but it's best if you defer to my experience on this.
-Experience tells me
you might be in the doghouse, James.
♪♪
-Look, I've been rushed off me feet, too.
I'm just as tired as you are. -I know. I know.
-I haven't got time to stand around
listening to some petty argument.
-I really am sorry. We'll go now, like we planned.
-No thanks. I've gone off the idea.
-Helen -- -I'll make my own way home.
You can argue about flatulence to your heart's content.
I'm going.
♪♪
-Stay there, boy. I'll be back.
-There you are!
-All this makes my garden look like a postage stamp.
-I'm sure it's still lovely.
-I should like to show it to you.
-Did you and Mr Farnon get along alright?
-Very well.
You came up a bit.
-More interesting things to talk about than me surely?
-You know, I-I understand why you didn't come to me first.
-About what?
-What you told me earlier.
Sounded like Mr Farnon has known about it for some time.
-Well, I didn't go to him.
It -- It were more he happened upon me...
filling in the forms and such.
-Weeks ago?
-I suppose so, yes.
But I didn't want to bother you with something
that might not be granted.
I wasn't ready to tell anyone.
♪♪
Although, I did sort of end up mentioning it to Helen.
And I can't be sure, but I expect she might've told James.
♪♪
-Uncle Herriot.
What's the matter? -Nothing.
I'm enjoying the party. Very much.
-Hmm.
I couldn't help noticing Mrs Herriot making herself scarce.
-My fault.
-Here.
Drink up.
-[ Coughs ]
Gin?
-One can't get through these things
without a little pick-me-up.
-Thank you.
-Now, what exactly did you do?
-Lost sight of my priorities.
Somehow made her feel second best to Cedric.
-Cedric?
-And she left. She's gone home.
Thought I'd give her a chance to cool off.
-Oh, no, no, no. You'll do no such thing.
Cedric should be the least of your worries.
You must follow her.
At once!
-Are you sure you're alright?
-I'm sure.
You needed an ear. They provided it.
I'm glad they were able to.
-Thing is, with Robert, he'd stew.
Say summat were fine when it wan't.
So if I've upset you -- -You haven't.
Course you haven't.
I'm nothing like him, Audrey.
-Oh, gosh, I know, but --
-You'd rather have it straight, same as me.
-I would.
-Alright.
I do wish you'd told me first.
But only because I'd like you to know
that you can come to me...
about anything.
Because I never want you to feel the way you did
with your husband, ever again.
Alone or afraid.
-Thank you.
-Not that I'm getting any ideas or anything,
but you aren't on your own anymore.
You've got my ear, too, now.
If you want it.
-I do.
-Right, then.
Is it time for tea?
-Not just yet.
♪♪
[ Horse neighs ]
♪♪
-Easy.
Easy.
♪♪
-Hello again, Mrs Pumphrey.
-Ah! Mr Cardomy.
Mr Farnon.
-We've been having a spirited debate about Cedric.
-Funny you should say that.
I was just wondering where he'd got to.
-With Uncle Herriot, I believe.
-He wasn't with him when we spoke before.
-Whose is that dog?
-Is he eating food? That's not right.
-Perhaps Francois took him for another walk?
-Get off. What are you doing?
Down, boy! Oh!
♪♪
-Ah. There he is. -No.
-I just found Teasel by the road.
She must've gotten loose. -Has she been hit?
-Worse possibly -- impaled on a fence.
-Come on. -Come on.
♪♪
-Come on. We need to act quickly.
-We'll never get it out whilst she's still attached.
-Looks broken, it shouldn't be too hard to separate.
-Bone saw? -Good idea.
No, no! Keep the pressure on.
-Oh. Sorry! Um...
Um, how about a sedative?
-Think, Carmody. Pulmonary emphysema?
-We can't fully sedate her if she has difficulty breathing.
-It's in the Rover.
-The sedative? -The saw!
Good God. I forget how green they are.
-Quite.
-It's alright, old girl, it'll soon be over.
James and I will set you right.
♪♪
-It's a crying shame, innit?
All this cake going to waste.
You should see the slop they give us at camp.
I'd give my eyeteeth for a roast dinner.
-I'd bring you one every day
if you lot would stop leaving gates open.
-Already had a dressing down about that.
You do know half the gates around here are knackered?
-Really? Wonder why.
Folk who fix them are away.
Just like you.
-Oh. -Mm.
-I didn't know that.
Sorry.
And about the dog, too.
-That was you and all?
-Well, I was minding my business,
and he got all excited.
He would've licked me to death if I hadn't scarpered.
-That was quite the faux pas.
You stay here until you've calmed down.
Just have a jolly good think about what you've done.
Hmm?
-Sorry to disturb. Francois said it was alright.
-Mrs Herriot.
I thought you'd run for the hills.
-I turned back.
Might've jumped the gun a bit.
-James told me he'd made a pig's ear of things.
Over Cedric of all people.
-He's why I'm here actually. -Hmm?
-Much as I hate to say it, I think James was right.
It's not what Cedric's eating.
It's who he were chasing.
Soldiers.
He were excited to see 'em.
-Makes sense. His daddy's a soldier.
-When he dropped him off, did he leave any toys or blankets?
-A small few, but they were unsanitary.
-Did you keep 'em?
-Francois? Francois!
♪♪
-Almost there.
Brace yourselves.
This'll hurt her.
On my count...
one, two, three.
-[ Neighs ] -Stand, stand, stand, stand.
That's it, good girl.
-You alright?
-Yes, just kicking myself.
Horses are my speciality;
I should've taken her condition into account.
-Chin up.
You're here to learn, and we learn from our mistakes.
-Now, watch Mr Herriot and me very closely.
-This next part is the difficult bit.
-Trick my mam used to do
whenever we gave away newborn pups.
-I've never seen him in such repose.
-Smells like home... and his Dad.
-Oh, Cedric darling,
you've been homesick all along.
He really has been anxious, hasn't he?
-Probably why he's been such a handful.
If he keeps the blanket, it'll calm him down.
Help him feel more settled.
-Peace at last.
Wonderful.
Thank you.
♪♪
-Gently does it, gently.
-Any...
second...
now.
-Easy.
-[ Neighs ] -Easy, easy, easy.
Good girl.
-Feels alright.
-Chest wall?
-Hasn't been penetrated.
-Muscle damage?
-No worse than you'd expect.
Lucky girl.
-Right, let's flush it for splinters.
-Give her a tetanus, anti-toxin -Close her up sharpish.
Run up to the cottage. Find Mrs Chapman.
James and I can do the rest.
♪♪
-I'd love to see James' face when he discovers you solved it.
-Goodness knows when that'll be.
Think they all ran off on some emergency.
-Heavens. He's dedicated.
-He is.
And I wouldn't have him any other way, but...
-You'd rather see more of him?
-We've got all these plans.
I don't know if we'll achieve any of them before...you know.
He might have to leave. When I point it out to him,
he acts like we've got all the time in the world.
It's... -Infuriating?
-Mmm. -Mmm.
My husband, Charles, was infuriating.
When we bought this house, he was bursting with plans.
The first was to fill the place with dogs.
Utter chaos.
-He was an animal lover, too?
-Pottier than me.
He had quite a menagerie.
He bought me my first Pekinese.
Tricki's great, great grandmother.
-Ahh! That's lovely.
-That's why he's so dear to me.
Charles died young.
Very suddenly.
-I'm so sorry.
-I was left here with a lot of dogs...
and grand ideas.
Your instinct is absolutely right.
Time is precious.
But forgive quickly, dear girl.
Especially now.
♪♪
-You need to keep a close eye on the wound.
But if it heals properly, and there's no nerve damage,
I can't see any reason why she shouldn't make a full recovery.
-[ Laughs softly ]
I can't tell you how thankful I am, Mr Farnon.
And how sorry.
-For what?
-Gate needed fixing.
And with Tom away, I've not been facing up to things.
Teasel's born the brunt of it.
-I'm sure that's not the case.
But I do know how hard it can be to ask for help.
-Don't want help.
I want my son... back home and safe.
How are we supposed to just... -Carry on without them?
Haven't a damn clue.
We take comfort in those we do have, I suppose.
There's also whiskey. -[ Laughs ]
♪♪
-You're such an idiot.
♪♪
-I am.
And I'm so sorry.
You were right, I was wrong.
I'll make it up to you, I swear.
-Let's just promise we'll make time for each other.
Soon. -Of course.
Hand on heart.
♪♪
-Where did Carmody get to?
-Oh, something about fetching a book from his lodgings.
-He's a lot left to learn.
-He knows that after today.
-James thinks you've poached him.
-Really? -I know, I know.
I'm a fool. -Little bit.
-You can have him as your assistant if you like.
-The two of us, working together as a team,
made today a success.
A little lively debate with Carmody
is no substitute for your skill and experience.
-I know. I see that now.
I've been a bit selfish.
The fact is, if I am called up,
I won't be here for the next Teasel.
And neither will Triss.
-And I will need help.
-Which is why you welcomed Carmody with open arms.
After a fashion. -It's very galling.
I was soldiering on alone perfectly well
before you thrust yourself upon me.
-So this is where you all slumped off to.
-Hello.
-There was an emergency first.
And now we're slinking off home.
-Excuse us.
-Mrs Hall, there's a slight chance
I put my foot in it with Gerald.
-Yes.
You did, but you didn't.
All turned out rather nicely.
-Well, I'm relieved to hear it.
-We might try and catch the pictures.
Would you be alright fending for yourself tonight?
There's cold cuts in the larder.
Or leftover pie if you'd prefer?
-Pie will be splendid.
-Night then. -Good night.
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-Can we help you? -Alright?
We're making ourselves useful.
Got anything that wants fixing?
-I have, as a matter of fact. Come on.
So what's your name?
-Briggs. Sidney Briggs.
-Nice to meet you, Briggs.
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-Finally.
Just the two of us.
-Would you hate me if I said I'd rather get some sleep?
-No. I'd worship the ground you walk on.
-[ Sighs ]
-Are you alright?
-I'm just really weepy today for some reason.
-You're exhausted.
-And grumpy.
-Never.
We should turn in.
-Hang on, let me check something.
-Mr Farnon, I was hoping we could go over
the finer points of today's procedure?
-Of course!
I trust it was educational? -I'll say.
Although, I couldn't help noticing
you didn't use tissue forceps.
I've been taught that's the proper way --
more precise and sterile.
-Proper? -Yes, perhaps the Babcock
or Allis forceps would've helped.
-Babcock and Allis are only found in textbooks.
No vet carries them.
-It was just a thought.
-Carmody, do you want to complete this placement?
-Very much so, yes.
-Then may I suggest you try keeping
some of your thoughts to yourself?
Unless you thought of buying me another drink of course.
-Same again? -That's more like it.
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-Might not be as alone as we think.
-Don't tell me we're expecting someone?
-Sort of.
I'm fairly certain it won't be just the two of us.
More like three.
-Three?
-You know I've been tired all the time.
We might be getting our little James
a bit sooner than expected.
-You're never -- Already?
-Think so. [ Laughing ]
Been so carried away with us not getting there,
I forgot to check me dates.
-How far? -Not far. It's early days.
Are you happy? -Ecstatic.
Couldn't have gone better if we'd planned it.
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[ Both laughing ]
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