Morning, James!
Uh... good morning!
How is it possible?
We have nothing we want and two of everything we don't.
It's almost as if you might benefit from employing some sort of system.
Sarcasm really doesn't suit a woman of your religiosity, Mrs Hall.
Herriot!
Well, you seem in a cheery mood this morning.
Herriot, care to explain yourself?
Uh... Yes. Absolutely.
I'm sorry.
-Sorry, what have I done? -This! This! It's empty!
What an earth is it doing back on the shelf?
Add Handshaw to your list. He's got a cow down.
-I'll see to it. -And when you're done, pick my brother up from the station.
-He should be on the 4:30. -I didn't know Tristan were coming.
-There's another Farnon? -I was perfectly clear with both of you yesterday.
And James...
Take the Rover.
Thank you.
The Rover.
Quite the honour.
One must offer the carrot as well as the stick, Mrs Hall.
And if it makes Tristan green with envy, all the better.
Motivation to apply himself as Herriot has done.
No Siegfried today?
Unless he's hiding in the back.
Uh, no, no, just me, I'm afraid.
Who's this then?
-Siegfried's new assistant. -Oh, aye.
Yes, another one.
Cow's in't shed.
She hasn't stood for three days.
I think it's milk fever keeping her down.
A bottle of calcium should solve the problem.
My dad always used to say
they had a worm in their tail when they stayed down like this.
Oh, cutting it off will see her up.
Aside from being rather painful,
I'm not sure how that would rectify a deficiency of calcium.
Oh, hark at him!
Only been born five minutes,
he knows the stock better than thee or I.
Old ways are the old ways for a reason, lad.
Well, these modern ways have their merits too.
Brawton! This is Brawton!
Oi!
-Tristan Farnon? -Whatever you've heard, it's not true. I didn't do it.
No, no, Siegfried sent me. I'm James Herriot, his new assistant.
Really? Poor you.
- Oi! You need to buy a ticket, sir! - Come on!
Car, where's the...
-He let you drive the Rover? -Yes.
It's quite something, isn't it?
-Well, wait a minute! -Quickly, we haven't got all day.
Hurry up!
-Do you have a girl? -Not as such, no.
"Not as such" meaning not at all or "not as such" meaning yes,
but not so much that you're willing to say?
-Uh... -It's the former, isn't it?
Never mind. We'll soon sort that out.
We will?
Any local beauties taken your fancy?
-I've not been here too long. -Oh, that explains it then.
-Have you travelled far? -Edinburgh. Been at veterinary college.
-Training to be a vet? -No, electrician.
Yes, of course to be a vet.
In between having an enormous amount of fun at any rate.
How do you find him? My brother, I mean.
Everyone speaks very highly of him. Obviously, he's an experienced vet.
I sense a "but". -He's not without his... inconsistencies.
Inconsistencies! The man's a lunatic.
Why do you think he goes through mayflies like he does?
-Mayflies? -Oh, it's what I call his assistants.
They rarely last beyond the day.
-Will you be staying long at Skeldale? -Naturally.
Someone's got to keep the family business ticking over.
Look out!
Blimey!
You know, I think we might have got away with it.
Don't worry, Jim, it'll hold.
Mrs H, you look more youthful and radiant with each passing day.
Oh! Aah!
Oh, I can feel your ribs poking through. You're wasting away.
It's the quality of the cooking.
It just can't compare with the culinary delights I get at home.
I were short of time.
But I've managed to rustle you up a bit of tea.
You've outdone yourself, Mrs H.
If only I had some ale to wash it down with.
Have some in the pantry.
Evening, Siegfried.
Good journey?
Uneventful, wasn't it, James?
There was barely a soul on the road.
-How was college? -Oh, you know, hard work.
-Nose to the grindstone. -Celebrating last night?
End of exams.
And?
All finished.
Finished?
Just passed the last one.
-You passed? -Mm-hm.
Thank the Lord! Tristan...
-God heavens. -Congratulations!
About bloody time too! But don't think that means you get to just sit around idle.
I think what your brother means to say is that he's very proud.
What? Yes, yes, goes without saying.
Yes, very good. Well done. Very proud.
What's happened to my room?
I'm afraid we didn't know for certain when you were coming back.
Or was it more you didn't know how long he'd be staying?
Well, it's Mr Herriot's for now.
I think you'll be quite comfortable in here.
The cupboard?
I'll leave you boys to get better acquainted.
-You should have your bed back. -No, no, I won't hear of it.
This'll be more than sufficient for now.
You know I don't plan on leaving any time soon.
No one ever does. That's the thing about Siegfried.
You never know what he's going to do until he does it.
In truth, neither does he.
Sleep well.
-Morning, James. -Morning.
Afternoon, Jim. Uh, Siegfried.
Here's a list of everything we're short of
and this is the surplus.
-You did all this? -First thing this morning.
You see, Herriot, the early bird catches the worm.
Well, pop them in the car and I'll run them over to Pandhi later.
Mrs Pumphrey called a moment ago.
-Please tell me it's not-- -Flop bott.
-Flop what? -Bott.
She treats that dog like the Rajah of bloody India.
I tell you, she'll be the ruination of the poor animal.
-Excuse me! -And we had a call from Handshaw while you were still asleep.
Something about a cow that wouldn't get up.
-Spitting chips about it, he was. -I thought you dealt with that.
I did. His cow had milk fever.
Mm, what she needs is a bottle of calcium.
Which I administered yesterday.
Really, Herriot, you can't keep going back and forth on the same case. It's a waste of time.
-I'll head up there first thing this morning. -Tristan will go with you.
I will?
Time to put theory into practice, little brother.
I'm sure James doesn't want another Farnon breathing down his neck.
-Nonsense. Herriot doesn't mind. -Not at all.
Good. It's settled then.
Time to see you at work, Jim.
Go! Keep going, keep going!
You're the one who let me drive the car!
Well, if I'd known you were coming back, I'd have baked some fresh.
Oh! God, it's good, Sylvie!
If you weren't married already...
'Fraid that's the last slice.
-Oh, no, you can share mine. -I'm a little busy actually.
Suit yourself.
The calcium should have taken effect by now.
So I'm going to try a stimulant injection to give her a little encouragement.
It might take a few hours to take effect.
But you should see her up by this evening.
That's what he said last time.
My dad always had ways of getting a cow up.
-Oh, well, let's hear some of them. -I think we can manage.
How about some water in the lughole?
-That'd certainly get me up. -We are not pouring water in her lughole.
Try yelling at her.
I'm not going to shout at a cow.
I'll give it a go, if you like.
I always said he were a grand lad.
No, no, no. I... I'll do it.
What exactly am I... supposed to yell?
Well...
when I wants to move a cow,
I always says, "Cush!"
Aye, they understand cush.
Cush.
Cus-s-sh!
Cu-u-u-sh!
I'm sorry! I'm sorry. It just tickled me.
I've never seen a man shout at a cow before.
-Glad you're enjoying yourself. -Well, if you can't enjoy yourself then what's the point?
And the Handshaws certainly appreciated it.
As my brother always says, you treat the person not just the animal.
Oh, cush!
Audrey!
Reporting for duty, ma'am.
Give over!
I lost the stripes years ago.
-Oh, it's good to see you. -Yeah, you too.
Hello. Need a lift?
Oh, we're only going to the tearoom.
Who's this then? You're fancy man?
Mm? What? Oh! No.
Mr Farnon owns the veterinary practice I keep house for.
This is Dorothy.
How do you do? I understand you served under Mrs Hall in the Wrens.
A brutal taskmaster she was too.
I can certainly attest to that.
-Is that yours? -For now.
I'm leaving sunny Scarborough for Malta. Trying to get rid of it before I go.
Her son's out with the navy.
If you're interested, I'm around these parts the next few weeks,
catching up with friends.
Thank you. Pleasure to meet you.
Until this evening.
Ooh!
Lovely lines.
The Rover!
You know I've always had a soft spot for a soft top.
So how are things at home?
Is Scarborough still the rogue's gallery it's always been?
Oh, you know, as ever it was.
Have you seen my Edward knocking about?
Let's talk about it over a brew. Come on.
-Blimey! -Quite something, isn't it?
Her old man's mills used to weave half the cloth in the county.
This way, gentlemen.
Oh! Thank you, Francois.
Make sure we have plenty of ice.
The doctor said I must drink more water. Uuh!
Mrs Pumphrey. Looks like you're putting on quite the shindig.
Oh, just a modest affair for a few of our closest friends.
-Isn't that right, Tricki? -And how have you been, little man?
Oh, dear!
I think he remembers you.
He stood on his tail.
-Accidentally, I hasten to add. -Yes, but he does bear grudges.
And who is this delight?
James Herriot, Mr Farnon's new assistant.
It's a pleasure to meet you.
It's true what I've been hearing.
You ARE a handsome devil.
And you must be Tricki Woo.
That's no way to greet Mr Herriot! Paw!
Honestly, you'd think he'd been dragged up.
Isn't he just adorable?
Paw, Tricki, paw.
Let us take him to the library for his treatment.
We must preserve his dignity.
Be glad to take it off your hands.
Always happy to help a man who's struggling.
Oh, we're far from struggling.
No, we just need to make some space so we have stock for the more profitable work.
Clinton, careful with that.
There's some wimpy looking devils coming into this profession.
Now, now, George, we can't all be as handsome as you.
Blasted students. Not worth a penny I pay them.
Student? Well, you manage with what you can find, I suppose.
I've two assistants now.
-Is that so? -Both fully qualified.
Yes, my brother just passed his exams,
which means we'll be able to take on even more work.
Onwards and upwards, eh, George?
Onwards and upwards.
Impacted anal glands.
Now that we've expressed them, he should feel more comfortable.
Ah! I don't know why this keeps happening.
I only feed him the very best food.
Ah, well, that could be part of the problem.
What exactly is it you're feeding him?
Oh, the usual, chicken, beef Wellington, plum duff.
And he absolutely adores trifle.
Who doesn't? Good boy!
And cake, of course.
Ah, well, there you have it.
Triple pud always puts my insides in a rum old state.
Too much rich food in his diet, not enough fibre.
Yeah, that too, if you want to get technical about it.
Brown meat and biscuits twice a day.
-That's all he should be having. -Quite right. Well said, Jim.
Oh, Tricki! Uncle Herriot's telling Mummy off!
Uncle... Herriot is simply trying to make sure his...
nephew stays fit and healthy.
How will my poor baby survive?
Very well, I should imagine.
Let's face it, there's enough meat on the bone.
Excuse me!
I just mean he's carrying a little extra timber round the middle, that's all.
Don't listen to him, Tricki. You're perfect as you are.
I'm sorry, Tricki! I... I didn't mean it.
Oh!
Well, there goes my invite. Damn dog!
Just one more stop before we head home.
All right there, Tris. I didn't know you were back.
Oh, I assumed you'd miss me terribly.
Oh, I don't know how I've coped.
James.
I barely recognise you with your clothes on.
-Wait, what? -I was swimming. It's nothing.
Your old horse and cart's had a bit of an upgrade.
Borrowed it from the Hultons. Hop on up.
Calf's in the top field.
Can I have a go?
Always wanted to drive a tractor.
I wouldn't.
I won't.
Lovely view.
Isn't it?
That's Heskit Fell.
Eddleton, just beyond. Wedder, over the other side.
Colver and Sennor.
You talk about them as if they were old friends.
I've known 'em my whole life.
There's a river up there that's good for swimming.
Here she is.
Seems to be putting weight on it all right.
Well, that was easy enough. What say we round the day off with a pint at the Drovers?
I'd like to take a closer look.
Just to make sure.
Course you would.
-What are you doing? -Feeding the animals.
-Has to be morning and night. -No, I know that.
-But why are you doing it? -Because Siegfried will blow his top if I don't.
Come on, Jim, you must be up to speed on this by now.
Evening.
-How are you boys getting on? -Oh, just showing him the ropes.
He's a slow starter but I'm sure he'll catch up soon enough.
-It's my job to feed the animals. -Since when?
Well, Siegfried told me to do it. He was quite clear.
Whenever I'm back I do it to earn my keep. Isn't that right, Mrs H?
Mr Farnon expects Tristan to help out round the place, that's true.
Whether he does or not's another matter.
I really think I should do it.
It's one less job for you to worry about. Go and relax. Put your feet up.
How was your first day on the job?
Very instructive. Jim has his own particular methods.
I've gorrit!
What about Handshaw's cow? That all taken care of?
-Absolutely. -Eventually.
Is it or isn't it? I don't want to have to go up there myself.
All it needed was an extra stimulant injection.
I assure you, Siegfried, it's all sorted.
I'm pleased to hear it.
That were Mrs Pumphrey's driver.
A letter for Uncle Herriot.
"Tricki-Woo requests the pleasure of Uncle Herriot's company for drinks and dancing."
-He's going to the party?! -Invited by Tricki-Woo, no less.
You will be the guest of honour.
I'll just get supper out the oven.
You must have made quite the impression.
-Do you think I should go? -Of course you should. Rivers of champagne, mountains of food.
Annoying Pekingese barking shrilly in your ear.
Ach, it says here it's white tie.
Oh, if you haven't got it, I'm sure Tristan has something you can borrow.
Tris?
We're not quite the same size.
But I suppose you could try and squeeze into it.
Mrs Hall does wonders with a needle and thread.
I'm sure it won't be a problem taking it in.
Darrowby 2297.
Mr Handshaw. How can I...
I see.
I'm sorry to hear that.
No, I understand.
I'll be up first thing tomorrow morning.
Anything important?
No. Nothing to worry about.
Ooh, not quite ready for you yet.
-Give me five minutes. -I think I'll skip breakfast.
-I want to get on. -Skip breakfast?
-Tea? -Please.
Has Siegfried ever mentioned what he intends for Tristan?
Oh, he's mentioned many things, most of them unholy.
It's just... two qualified assistants seems quite a lot
for a small practice like this.
There's always more work to be found.
And he's Siegfried's brother.
So if ever there wasn't enough work to keep us both,
I'd be the one out the door.
Keep doing what you're doing.
Stay on the right side of Siegfried, you've nothing to worry about.
-Early start? -I've got a few things...
Why isn't Tristan with you? Tristan!
-I honestly don't mind. -Tristan!
-Morning, brother. -James is waiting.
Oh, you go ahead, Jim, I have to feed the animals.
Already done. The early bird, eh, Siegfried?
What?
It catches the worm.
-You said yesterday... -What an earth are you talking about?
Never mind. I best be off.
Well, go on then, what are you waiting for?
-Shall we? -Can't wait.
Isn't this Handshaw's place? Why are we back here?
You old devil!
I distinctly recall you telling Siegfried it was all sorted.
It is.
-It will be. -Never fear, Jim.
Your secret's safe with me.
Let's see if these sacks can't lift it up.
Try to rock over her towards me.
Tristan, are you perfectly comfortable over there?
I'm probably best employed in more of an overseeing capacity.
What about carbolic in a pint of beer?
Would that be for us or the cow?
You just need to lift. Okay, I need everyone to lift.
Lift!
Lift!!
Okay!
We'll try again. Tristan, we could really do with your help.
One, two, three!
And all shout "cush"!
Cush!
- Cush! - Right, stop.
- Cush! - Will everyone please be quiet!
- Cush! - Shut up!!
Mrs Hall, have you been baking that shortbread I like?
I've a couple spare.
What's this?
Dorothy said he'd been staying there.
He's still my boy no matter what he may have done.
I'll take it to the post office for you if you like.
-You don't have to. -And if you need anything else,
anything at all, just ask.
Set yourself down, I'll fetch some tea.
Tristan seems to have turned over a new leaf.
In fact, I'd say he's turned over a whole garden of them.
Well, it's early days yet, but I must admit...
it feels like a weight's been lifted.
What weight might that be?
A son's promise to his dying father.
You're lucky to have him so close.
Why is it the one's we love most cause the most pain?
Sorry, Mrs Hall, would you mind passing me the milk?
Thank you.
I've got hold of the pelvic girdle.
Just listen as I move it.
-I barely heard nowt. -The bones are moving.
I'm afraid the pelvis is broken.
What's all this now?
You said it were milk fever.
It was, but... It is.
Then what you on about its pelvis being broken?
Tristan, he's talkin' a whole lot of rot, in't he?
You're welcome to carry out your own examination.
Oh no, I'm not getting my fingers burnt on this one.
So if its pelvis is broken, what are you gonna do about it?
I'm afraid she's got no strength left in her hind legs.
The only thing you can do is get her off to the butcher's.
Tosh!
We'll see her right.
All she needs is a sheep skin on her back.
Look, it won't make the blindest bit of difference.
There's nothing more that can be done.
I'm sorry.
I need £25 for it.
I'm sure that's what you want,
but wants and needs are two very different things.
Do you mind starting her up?
Running a little rough.
Know much about cars then?
I'll give you eighteen.
-Twenty. -Eighteen.
-Twenty with conditions. -What conditions?
One condition.
Audrey has a big heart and she opens it up to everyone,
even those that don't always deserve it.
Her son?
Edward.
He'll break her heart again and again but she'll never learn.
Look out for her for me.
And you'll take 25?
Oh, he's here!
Mrs H, if that tastes half as good as it smells,
Pumphrey can keep her stupid party.
They're back!
Tristan!
-What have I done? -Come with me.
I'm afraid we've had a slight issue with Handshaw's cow.
Never mind about that. Everyone outside, quickly!
Come on, hurry up. This is more important.
What do you think?
It's a car. What of it?
-Not just any car. -It's yours!
-Sorry. -I was coming to that.
I couldn't keep it in any longer.
-You bought me a car? -Just about qualifies as one.
I felt perhaps you deserved one after all your hard work.
And now you've qualified, will be wanting to send you out on your own eventually.
I don't know what to say.
Well, don't say anything, just get in the damn thing.
Give the boy a chance.
Go on, Tris, before he pops a blood vessel.
You shouldn't have done this, Siegfried, it's too much.
I should.
I'll never forget the day Father gave me my first car.
It struck me that's a memory you never got to share with him.
Anyway, we've got a party to be preparing for.
Come along, James, those debs won't dance with themselves.
This old thing still pass muster?
You might be at the top of the hill but you're a way off being over it.
I was referring to the suit, as well you know.
You'll do, for whom and what is the question.
Mrs Pumphrey has a carousel of widows that need entertaining.
What about entertaining yourself?
-I enjoy the dancing. -What about the company?
Yes, where's James got to?
We should go soon. Herriot!
I meant the female company.
Mrs Hall, I believe there should be a line
-between employer and employee. -When it suits.
And right now it does.
Here are my tails, Mrs H.
He says they need taking in a bit, but I find that hard to believe.
I'll have to put it on him to see.
I thought you might like to take the car for a spin.
Maybe tomorrow.
This bash at Mrs Pumphrey's, it really won't be up to much.
There you are. Where's your jacket?
Just finishing up now.
-Here you go, James. -Thank you.
I tell you what, Tris...
when I get back you and I will crack open a bottle of my finest,
sit up and put the world to rights. How does that sound?
I'd like that.
Don't go thinking you can help yourself to any while I'm away. If you do, I shall know.
Goodbye.
Thanks again for the suit, Tristan.
Now then, James... Good evening.
It's at times like these, James,
frankly, uh, we should take what we can get.
So if I were you, say yes to everything you're offered.
The food shouldn't run out, nor should the drink.
And you certainly won't run out with people to dance with.
Yes.
The state of that thing, it's unnatural.
Have a bloody coronary at this rate.
Siegfried! James! So glad you could come.
A pleasure as always and look at this delightful little man.
Look, it's Uncle Herriot.
He's been so looking forward to seeing you.
Is that trifle I see in his bowl?
I know it's naughty, but it's the only way to keep him happy.
He finds these occasions rather testing.
Thank goodness he has you to keep him company.
-Thank goodness indeed. -Francois!
Francois.
This is Tricki's guest, Uncle Herriot.
Make certain his glass never runs dry.
And as for you, there are ladies in there
in need of entertainment.
Then let us begin with my absolute favourite.
-Good evening, Miss Alderson. -Hi.
Hmm!
Paws off!
-This is Uncle Herriot's. -Didn't know you were related.
We're not! That's just what he calls me.
I mean, what Mrs Pumphrey calls me on his behalf.
Uh, Aunty Alderson. Have been since he was a pup.
Has he always been a porker?
You wouldn't believe the things I've seen this chap put away.
Right, I don't suppose you know what this is?
Caviar, I guess.
If I were you, I'd give it to the dog.
He's on his fifth already.
He'll dance with five more before the end of the night.
But never more than once.
George, you look like you've been enjoying yourself.
Oh, haven't I just.
I heard one of your qualified assistants
tried to send a perfectly good cow to the butcher's.
What the devil are you talking about?
I try to take Jess for a run that way most mornings.
Well, in future, I'll bear that in mind.
I'm sorry if you saw more than you bargained for.
-I didn't think there was anyone around. -There's no need to apologise.
If you hadn't got there first, I was gonna do the same thing.
I find it sets me up for the day.
-Makes me feel so... -Alive?
Aye, that's it, alive.
Up in the Dales, surrounded by those hills.
There's no place on earth like it.
Careful. Once it gets in your bones it's hard to get out.
I'm not sure I want it to.
Good!
I was wondering... I hope you don't mind me, but could I see you some time?
I mean... No, I can see you. You're right in front of me.
-I'm sorry. I shouldn't have... -It's not that, it's just...
-This is where you're hiding. -I wasn't hiding.
Yeah, I know.
-Who's this? -James Herriot.
-Siegfried's new assistant. -Oh, Hugh Hulton.
Pleasure.
-Was I interrupting? -No, not really.
No, we were just catching up.
-Shall we dance? -Yes.
I think so, Francois, don't you?
You and I are going for a little drive.
Excuse me.
Excuse me. Thank you.
Excuse me.
Six runs.
Taking you to 22 for two.
Oh, Bradman scores a towering six over mid-wicket.
The Australians celebrate wildly
and perhaps a little uncouthly but that's often their way.
Not enjoying yourself?
Talk about it?
Oh, an appeal. Is he out or has he survived?
Caught.
He's caught out.
Aren't you?
How did you know?
It were in the pocket of your jacket, you daft beggar.
-I'm sorry. -Why did you lie?
I didn't lie, technically speaking.
-You told him you passed your last exam. -Which is true.
I did pass my last exam.
I just omitted the fact that I failed the two that preceded it.
You silly boy.
-You silly, silly boy! -I didn't know he was going to buy me a car.
Well, what did you think was going to happen?
-I didn't. -What?
Think.
I just couldn't bear the thought of failing, again.
It's hard, isn't it, love?
I'm sorry.
-He's going to kill me. -Don't be silly.
Might maim you.
He's your brother.
He'll never stop caring for you.
No matter what you do.
But it can't go on.
He needs to know the truth.
Oh!
I don't understand.
All she needed were a sheep skin on her back.
But I felt the bone moving. The pelvis was broken.
Feels solid enough now. Tell me, how long ago did she calf?
-Three day ago. -Well, there you are then.
The ligaments hadn't tightened up again following the birth.
A rudimentary error, Herriot.
We calls her Lazarus now.
Let's hope the party's put him in a good mood.
-Good party? -Bloody disaster!
Tell them, Herriot.
I made a mistake.
He made a complete hash of treating Handshaw's cow.
Something which Pandhi took great delight in pointing out.
Honestly, James, I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps
you oughtn't to be the one learning from Tristan.
-Wouldn't be so sure about that. -Oh, don't be modest. It's terribly dull.
Here, it's nearly as old as you are. Cheers.
What?
What is it?
I think perhaps James and I should retire.
Mm? Right-oh.
Little brother?
I suggest we retreat to a safe distance,
if such a thing exists.
Siegfried.
Say something.
You failed?
-Failed is a bit strong. I just didn't quite pass. -You failed.
-I'm sorry. I-- -What the hell have you being doing all this term?!
Boozing, I shouldn't wonder.
Chasing women, spending my money.
Anything but work, I should think.
It's a damned disgrace!!
The worst of it is...
I actually started to think you might be changing your ways.
I didn't try to fail.
No, but you didn't try very hard to pass either.
-And then you lied about it. -Ah, no technically...
-I didn't lie. -Technically?! I bought you a bloody car!
I was proud of you.
Where the devil do you think you're going?
I thought we were done.
We're done when I damn well say we're done.
All right, we're done.
Well, you're alive.
Mm-hm.
All your limbs appear to be fully functioning.
-You owe me. -Excuse me.
If I hadn't owned up, he'd still be shouting at you about Handshaw's cow
and I'd be happily sipping a rather fine single malt.
No, you did the right thing.
Takes courage to own up to your mistakes,
no matter how stupid they might be.
Which ones did you fail?
Parasitology and pathology.
-The two toughest. -Hmm.
You passed them first time, didn't you?
God, it's sickening!
I expect James worked very hard.
-I expect I had more fun. -I wouldn't be so sure about that!
-Really? -Shouldn't one of you be feeding the animals?
I think you'd best do it, Tris. Earn your keep while you're here.
I distinctly recall you telling me my brother asked you to do it.
But don't you want to get back into Siegfried's good books?
I should knock your heads together.
You'll feed them mornings, you'll feed them nights.
I'm actually not that great on mornings.
And after what happened with Dinsdale's cat,
-maybe I shouldn't do nights. -Hold on, what's this?
There were a bit of a mix up, weren't there, James?
I gave Siegfried the wrong cat to castrate.
-I realised my mistake just in time. -Was he very angry?
-Furious. -Oh, sweet manna from heaven! Tell me more.
-Did he shout at you? -Screamed the house down.
"What the bloody hell's the meaning of this?!"
Words to that effect.
Five.
Three.
Four and nine.
Mrs Hall, have you been moving my things again?
By "moving" do you mean tidying away your possessions
that you leave scattered without rhyme nor reason?
Keys?
On the hook in the hall.
Where they live.
Well, I certainly won't forget my first car in a hurry.
-He'll forgive you eventually. -Yes, I'm sure he will.
Then I have no doubt he'll find something else to be cross with me about.
I'm sure that goes for me too.
They only way we'll survive my brother is if we stick together.
Tristan?
-Herriot? -Run! Go!
James?
What the bloody hell happened to my car?!
Tristan!
Herriot!