Darrowby, 2297.
Hello, Mrs Pumphrey's butler here.
Yes, Francois. Flop bott again?
Non, Tricki's struggling to breathe.
-That does sound bad. -Mrs Pumphrey would like you to come.
All right, I'll... I'll be there as soon as I can.
Merci. Thank you.
Maggie. Maggie, come on, wake up.
-It's seven o'clock. -Oh, bugger!
-Mmm... -Come on.
-I'll see you later. -If you're in the pub.
See you later.
Quiet down, Jess!
Wait, Tristan!
-Morning. -Oh, thank you, John.
Good morning, Mrs Hall.
You were wearing that yesterday.
Just... trying to ease the laundry burden
before I leave for college next week.
- Morning! - Just the man.
For what exactly?
It's only a week before I go
and there's the small matter of my cheque.
-Cheque? What cheque? -For food, lodging.
Oh, don't worry about that. You're family, happy to help.
No, so I can go back to college.
Oh, I see. You're not leaving today, are you?
-No, but... -Cos there's a list of medicines to make up as long as your arm.
-Be glad to. -And would you mind answering the phone, morning and night?
James and Mrs Hall are far too busy.
Stay calm. Don't enrage him.
Siegfried.
-Uh, don't! -Don't what?
Don't you think we'd do as well to just get it over with?
Once you've convinced me you deserve it.
I thought you wanted me to go to college?
No, I want you to pass your exams.
I know from bitter experience that one is not necessarily followed by the other.
It'll be different this time. I'll apply myself.
Hudson's instrument, please.
-If you want that cheque, Tristan, you'll need to earn it. -What are you doing?
Thank you.
It's a lot of money.
You can't expect him to hand it over just like that.
Especially if he thinks you're gonna waste it.
-Stop that. -Aah!
You'll make the wall grubby.
Keep your nose clean, stay out of his whisky
and don't give him any excuse.
Oh, you know me, good as gold.
That your shade?
Uh, we fell asleep on the sofa.
Hop it, you.
Thank you.
Only one more week.
- Good morning, Mr Herriot! - Good morning.
-Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey. -Oh, thank you so much for coming.
Let's take a look at you, Tricki.
Can you hear all that rasping and wheezing?
It's like he's got a little steam train inside him.
I asked Francois to build the fires up, but it hasn't made much difference.
It's not the cold.
Don't tell me it's the Spanish flu, I couldn't bear it.
I've never heard of that crossing over into the canine species before.
It's not... a weak heart?
No, I think the answer lies far closer to home.
You've been sticking to the diet I prescribed?
To the letter, Mr Herriot.
One cup of biscuits twice daily?
Perhaps not EVERY letter.
We all need the odd treat
or life becomes a little dull, don't you think?
Tricki-Woo is becoming dangerously overweight.
He's struggling to breathe.
He's going to die!
He's not going to die.
He's been so listless, Mr Herriot.
I thought he must be suffering from malnutrition.
So I've been giving him a little extra between meals,
just to build him up.
Dare I ask?
A little... calf's foot jelly.
Uh, cod liver oil.
Uh, beef wellington and, um...
a bowl of Horlicks at night to help him sleep.
Oh, dear!
He's never been away from home before.
Are you sure this is quite necessary?
Absolutely. We'll keep him at Skeldale House under observation.
That way, we can rule out anything more serious.
-What's all this? -Oh, just a few essentials for Tricki.
Can't have him going without.
Oh, goodbye, my precious.
Mmm!
Oh, this is... too tragic.
I'll take good care of him.
You have my word.
He's vomiting again, he is.
What did he have for breakfast?
No, CLANCY. What did CLANCY eat?
All right, sir. Any odds and sods, leftovers from me dinner.
Bones from the butcher. I catch him eating newspaper.
Well, I think probably his diet might have something to do with his upset stomach.
I can't afford to be giving him tip-top stuff.
All right there, fella.
Would you have a closer look at him then?
-Easy now. -He seems lively enough.
Well, let's try some different medication, see if that settles things down.
What are you up to in here?
Preparing medicines, as ordered.
Five drops in his water every day.
-How much will that be then? -Oh, don't worry about that.
You save that for you and Clancy.
Come on!
-What's all this? -Tricki's essentials.
He's here for a period of convalescence.
He won't be needing his hamper of goodies.
Oh, but, uh, uh, uh, let's not be too hasty, James,
We need to ease the poor boy in.
Just pop it on that table over there.
Thank you, Charlie.
That dog is an absolute disgrace.
It's not his fault.
Mrs Pumphrey overindulges him.
All the fine foods, the pampering.
It's done him no good whatsoever.
He's been spoilt.
-I know it comes from a place of love. -Well, of sorts.
He's learnt so many bad habits, the eating, the lack of exercise...
The inability to carry out the most basic instructions.
Oh, I don't know.
He gives paw pretty well.
Paw?
He can't even answer the bloody phone!
- Mm! Mm-mm-mm! - The phone?!
I don't know how he ever would.
That would be fairly extraordinary.
-Siegfried? -Can you in fact hear that?
-What? -Don't worry, I'll get it.
No, you won't. It's HIS job.
I told him to do it and he'll damn well do it!
Don't walk away when I'm talking to you!
Well, I thought you wanted me to answer the phone.
-Can no one hear that?! -Don't answer it! HE has to do it.
Genuinely no idea what you want me to do.
I'm fed up to the back teeth with you.
All you do is laze around fattening yourself while I foot the bill.
-Ahh! -Well, you can wave goodbye to your cheque until you
buck your bloody ideas up!
Darrowby, 2297.
You must have lead in those legs of yours, Tricki.
Ahem!
Oh, don't worry, I'll give these a good scrub afterwards.
Mmm.
I'm going to get you fighting fit, Tricki.
Shouldn't you be making yourself useful?
Hmm? Oh, my brother's little tantrum yesterday.
Oh, I wouldn't worry about that, Mrs H.
-He'll want me gone soon enough. -Oh, that may be so,
but it mightn't be to where you want to be.
Let me help you with that, Jim.
Good morning, Siegfried.
How much did you say it was, Jim, an ounce of biscuits?
-An ounce and a half. -Jim has left me in charge of Tricki today.
More fool him.
- Actually, Tris... - -James is needed up at Dobson's.
Helen called last night.
Their bull's having trouble performing.
She asked for him, specifically.
Oh! That'll be awkward!
-Why is that? -It won't be. It's not.
Go on then, James, you've a few to get through this morning.
I promised Mrs Pumphrey I'd take good care of him.
Which is why you entrusted me with Tricki.
Hey! Ooh!
You're not afraid of that little thing?
Being fearful is a sign of a higher intellect.
He needs regular exercise and lots of water.
Yes, yes. I think I can just about manage.
Will you come to church with me this morning?
Yes. Lord knows, I have enough to pray for.
I'm doing your favourite, roast beef.
-Ooh! -Make sure you earn it.
- Understood. - Shall we?
Sorry, Tricki, doctor's orders.
-Morning. -Thanks for coming.
I thought you were gonna put lead in his pencil,
not a bullet in the back of his head. No offence, lad.
Now, Mr Dobson, you know James was in the right on that one.
Mmm, aye.
I understand Clive's having some difficulty serving the cows?
Aye, he's not showing much interest.
Much? He's not been up on any of them.
You said your bull would perform.
And if he don't get them knocked up then I shan't be paying.
-How long has Clive been in with them? -A week now.
Mr Dobson's been giving his cows plenty of water, so he should smell them well enough.
-Has this happened before? -Never.
Most of the time, it's getting him to stop that's the trouble.
From my experience, that's often the way.
Really?
With bulls.
Shall we take a look at him? Hello, old friend.
Remember me.
Tricki!
Oi, Tricki!
You left Tricki in the care of Tristan?
He'll be fine.
He will, won't he?
-Is it all right down there? -Impressive.
And healthy.
We'll give him a shot of testosterone, see if that gets him going.
Any idea how long that will take before it has an effect?
-Should be fairly immediate. -Good.
I don' know how you Dale farmers do it.
Your livelihood's constantly at the mercy of nature.
We do our best to keep up with the rent. Hugh's good to us.
Not that I like to ask it of him.
-He's your landlord? -Since he inherited the estate.
He lost his father around the same time I did my mum.
That's really what got us together.
I got the impression it had been going on longer.
We've knocked about together since we were kids.
Well, when he wasn't away at school, at any rate.
That should perk him up a bit.
Right, don't you be shy this time.
We should probably make a quick exit.
The testosterone might make him a tad aggressive.
Hello, Mr Herriot!
Afternoon, Mrs Dobson.
I'll see you at the house.
Hope you didn't have a big breakfast.
-Why's that? -You'll see.
Go on, lad, don't be shy!
Go on!
Tricki!
Come in, Mr Mulligan.
Sorry to put you out like this, Mr Farnon, but Clancy was sick again this morning.
No trouble at all. We would never leave an animal in distress.
We have not stopped all morning.
Just point me in the right direction, Siegfried, no task is too great.
Then you'll have no qualms about examining Clancy.
Good God!
Uhh!
- Easy. - What a delightful animal.
If you'd just like to come through here.
-Come on, Clancy. -Yes.
-Come on now, boy. -Um, Sieg...
All right, there we go.
What seems to be the problem, Joe?
Well, still vomiting bad, he is.
Mr Farnon gave him some medication but...
-it don't seem to have done him the trick. -Oh, I see, right.
Will you be wanting to have a good look over him then?
Mm? Oh, yes, yes, naturally, yes.
Once I've, you know,
fully assessed how he's carrying himself.
You can often tell a lot from the way a dog stands.
-All right. -Mm-mm.
I see what you mean.
Yes.
Not on your nellie.
That should be enough to last you a week or so.
Joe, Joe!
This should be enough to last you a week or so.
Thank you kindly, sir.
You're a gentleman. Isn't he, Clancy?
Come on now.
How can he love something so ferocious?
No doubt he faced worst terrors on the front.
Many men like him lost their hearing as a result.
Was the hound much trouble?
No, not really. He seemed lively enough.
Just needs to improve his diet.
So now we're responsible for feeding every poorly nourished dog in Darrowby?
Siegfried, it's one packet of food.
Oh, I know. That was kind of you.
We can't make a habit of it.
Even though his bad diet is probably the root cause of the vomiting?
-What do you mean, "probably"? -Possibly.
-Apparently, presumably. -I know what it means. Why say it?
-You should know. -Well...
Can anyone ever be certain?
I take it you did a full examination to rule out anything else?
Mm-hmm. Yes. As I'm sure you did
-when you last saw him. -Naturally.
Well, there we are then.
Come on, Tricki, time for another walk!
Thank you for the feast, Mrs Dobson.
'Ere, take these sausages, Mr Herriot.
Bye, love!
-God, you could roll me home. -Dales hospitality.
One of the perks of the job.
I haven't given you as much as a glass of water. I'm feeling guilty now.
Ah, don't be. I can give you a lift home if you like.
-It's really no bother. -Oh, thanks.
Is that Hugh?
-Problem? -Nothing for you to worry yourself about, Herriot.
-Helen! -Hello, Hugh.
What a lovely surprise.
James is giving me a lift back from Mr Dobson's.
Very gallant of you.
I see you've thrown a shoe.
-Hmm? -Uh, flat tyre.
Right, yes. Funny.
I've already sent for a mechanic. He should be along in a moment.
I don't mind giving it a go.
Is there a tool kit in the back?
Um... You know, I've no idea.
Really, Herriot, it's actually quite a valuable car.
Oh, James sounds like he knows what he's doing.
Oh, come on, please, Tricki. The pub's just there.
It's no distance at all.
There might be a lady dog in there.
I won't crack.
Look, I'm not carrying you, genuinely, I'm not.
Siegfried will have me jump through one hoop after another.
Oh, isn't he just gorgeous?
Eventually, the hoops will get so high
that I'll get caught halfway and be left dangling with my backside in the wind.
Now that's a lovely image.
Can I hold him?
Be my guest.
Hello! Come here.
I need to get Tricki walking and lose weight
to get my cheque from Siegfried.
Mm!
Oh, you...
You know, Maggie, I'm beginning to wonder
if you're really engaging with this problem of mine.
You want him to give you money and he wants you to earn it, doesn't he?
Yes, which I do!
Not long ago, I was on this very spot collecting debts for the business.
And spending it as quickly as it came in.
He got what he was due.
You'd think he might start showing some faith in me.
What? You mean, when he asks you to do something
he expects you'll shirk off instead with getting on with it?
-Outrageous. -Mmm.
It's not my fault. The dog won't walk. What am I supposed to do?
I don't know, Tristan.
It would take a mind greater than mine to work that one out.
Maggie?
Do you have any string?
♪ Such horrible dreams that you'd very much better be waking
♪ For you dream you are crossing the Channel and tossing about in a steamer from Harwich
♪ Which is something between a large bathing machine and a very small second-class carriage
♪ And you're giving a treat - penny ice and cold meat - to a party of friends and relation
♪ They're a ravenous horde and they all came aboard
♪ at Sloane Square and South Kensington Stations.
♪ And bound on that journey you find your attorney, who started that morning from Devon
♪ He's a bit undersized and you don't feel surprised when he tells you he's only 11... ♪
You better not be spoiling your appetite.
No, I was just, um... taking stock.
Why what have you got planned for us?
Roast beef with all the trimmings.
I suppose you'd like me to be the sort of man who's more hands on?
Stop it!
Stop it! James is right there.
- Why should he care? - All done.
Stop it, Hugh!
Be kind.
-Good man. Much appreciated. -My pleasure.
Sincerely. I, uh... I never would have managed. I'm not really that mechanically minded.
My school didn't really go in for that sort of thing.
They did study Ancient Greek though.
Oh, yes. Incredibly useful around these parts.
I bet.
Well, thanks again for this.
And for what you did for... for Andante.
I think James was almost as upset about it as you were.
Mmm.
Father made me shoot a stag once.
Beautiful thing.
Felt rotten about it after.
Never again.
Will you give me a lift back? I think we've put James out enough already.
-Love to. -Bye, James.
Bye.
Good chat with the vicar?
We discussed the parable of the lost son.
-Ah, yes, -You know it.
I lived it.
Two brothers.
The younger one's a spoilt little brat who sods off to another country
and wastes half his father's fortune.
The older one works hard in the fields and asks for nothing in return.
When the errant swine gets back,
it puts the hard-working son's nose out of joint,
understandably in my view.
But his father convinces him he should still love his younger brother,
despite everything.
Couched in slightly more pious language I suspect.
-You're too hard on him. -For his own good.
If I were blessed with half his intelligence...
You realise he could've gone to Oxford or Cambridge?
He was that bright. He still is.
If only he'd put in the effort.
You know you're gonna give him the money to go back and study,
why put him through all this?
So he appreciates it
and works harder to pass next time.
Glad to hear it. Now clear off out my way.
Has something happened?
What makes you think that?
The scale of the culinary endeavour suggests you want to keep your mind occupied.
Switch the radio on and leave me in peace. Go on.
Well, Mrs Hall, this is certainly... a lot of food.
Well, you've been hard at it all day, I expect you've worked up an appetite.
Something smells delicious! Aw!
Go on.
My feet are killing me.
You don't mean you've been walking him all this time?
Must have done three or four miles at least.
I'll have Tricki-Woo in tip-top shape in no time.
What's wrong with you? I've seen a sparrow eat more.
And you. Normally, it's like feeding gannets.
I don't suppose there's any more gravy?
-Dobson's? -I ate my own weight in Yorkshire puddings.
You?
Mrs Pumphrey's pork pies are certainly quite moreish.
And then there was the pâté.
Gentlemen, never fear.
Cometh the hour, cometh the man.
Anything to help you, Siegfried.
Mmm.
Good boy.
Oh!
Mmm!
Tristan.
Tristan!
Uh!
Oh, God!
Oh, no!
I'm coming.
Coming!
Darrowby 2297.
Mrs Pumphrey.
I feel simply ghastly.
I haven't slept a wink.
Mrs Pumphrey, I assure you, Tricki's absolutely fine.
Can I have a little word?
Go ahead.
Oh, you mean with Tricki?
Of course!
Here, Tricki.
There we go.
There you go.
There you go, speak to Mummy.
Speak!
Oh!
He sounds so hoarse.
Give him a little kiss from Mummy.
- A kiss? -Of course!
Mmm, mmm, mmm, mwah!
Phoar! That phone has not stopped all morning.
Sit yourself down, Tristan. I'll get you some breakfast.
Mrs Pumphrey happy?
Utterly bonkers, but seems pleased enough.
Could've been the gin talking,
but I think Tricki might have gained a new uncle.
Oh, and Dobson called for you, Jim.
Said not to bother going up to check on Clive again.
Apparently, he's sowing his oats all over the place.
That's fantastic news!
For Clive, I mean, and the cows, obviously.
And the Aldersons - that beast brings in a tidy sum.
Helen will be pleased.
I best be going.
It's all right to leave Tricki with you again?
A full day's activity's planned for us.
So, Siegfried, I hate to nag but...
have you given any more consideration towards that cheque?
I have.
Only, it will take some time to clear before I can spend any of it.
There are lots of books I need, you know, for studying.
Oh! No one move.
You see? Properly motivated he pulls his finger out.
Dobson called.
All right.
Here, make yourself useful.
I am pleased to report that Clive is having a rare old time
with Dobson's cows.
Oh, James, that's fantastic news!
Here.
Wait there, I'm baking something.
-You don't have to do that. -I'll be back in a minute. Wait there.
Oh, sugar!
What are you doing with our eggs?!
-I was just helping. -Yeah, helping yourself!
-No, no. -Listen, I work damn hard keeping this place going.
D'you think I'm going to stand here and watch a bloody thief?
I'm the vet, Siegfried's assistant. I'm James Herriot.
Right. What you doing up here then?
I was... I was telling Helen about Clive.
He's doing well now at Dobson's farm.
Afternoon, James.
Oh, Helen's just burning something for you.
Hello, Jenny.
She wants to thank me for getting Clive going.
Right. Are we not paying you for that then?
Leave him be, Dad. It's just something to say thank you for everything James has done.
They look great.
You might want to scrape the top off.
You might want to bring me my chisel, Jenny.
Mmm! Mmm! Delicious!
-They're not too terrible? -Mmm.
Quite a unique flavour.
They're awful, aren't they?
Honestly?
Some of the worst I've ever had.
-Afternoon. -Afternoon, Mr Farnon.
When did that come back?
What did you call me?
The patron saint of lost causes?
Among many other much more flattering things.
I'll drive you to Scarborough. We won't stop until we find him.
I've chased Edward long enough.
He knows where I am.
Tris?
Oh, set yourself down. I'll make you some tea.
No, not ready to rest yet. I want to weigh Tricki, chart his progress.
Go on.
Stop punishing him.
He's done everything you asked and more.
-How's he getting on? -Yes, well.
-Well? -Very well, actually.
Good! All that hard graft paying off.
-Feel like I've shed a few pounds too. -Let's see then.
-I don't think I'll quite fit. -Not you, man, the dog!
Tricki?
It's only been two days. It'd be unusual to see too much change.
You just said he was doing "very well".
Oh, I think I said "he was well".
And I asked, "Well?" And you said, "Very well, actually."
Did I?
You did.
Put him on the scales.
Look, I've been measuring out his food, walking him constantly.
-I swear-- -On the scales!
He's heavier.
Oh!
I don't know why I expected anything different.
-What's that supposed to mean? -Four mile walks?
Meticulous monitoring of his diet?
Why do you never fail to live down to my expectations?
Now, hang on a minute! That's not fair!
Just when I thought you might have changed. I should have known better.
I'm telling you the truth. I have been walking him!
I'm sorry, I don't believe you.
And if you think I'm going to throw good money after bad,
you've got another thing coming!
Mr Farnon, wait a minute.
Tris...
Hold on a minute! Tristan!
Oh!
-Mrs Pumphrey? -I'm so sorry. I...
I couldn't stay away a minute longer.
Oh, it's hard, isn't it? Come on in.
They're all out at the moment, but I'm sure they'll be back soon.
Oh!
And Tricki?
He's around here somewhere. Set yourself down, I'll make you some tea.
Charming little house. So, so...
compact and functional.
Like a Swiss Army knife.
Hmm.
Oh, those boys!
Oh!
Tea, good idea, Mrs Hall.
Oh, it's not for you.
Mrs Pumphrey's here
and I can't find Tricki.
Mrs Pumphrey, I do apologise.
I'm afraid you've just missed Tricki.
James or, uh, Tristan,
or possibly even both of them, have taken him for a walk.
-They may be some time. -I'll wait.
If that's not too much trouble.
No, of course not.
Are you quite all right?
What? Yes, I'm... Gin, wasn't it, your tipple of choice?
It's 12 o'clock!
Your housekeeper offered me a cup of tea.
Coming, Mrs Pumphrey!
Tricki!
Is that Tricki? Tricki!
-Well, where is he? -I'm sorry, who?
We were just telling Mrs Pumphrey about all the exercise Tricki's been getting.
-Oh. -He doesn't leave Tristan's side.
That is patently a lie!
Would you excuse us a minute?
We can't find Tricki-Woo.
Is it possible he left with you?
Me? No. What about you?
-Why would he have left with me? -Maybe you left the door open.
I'm far too careful. It must have been you.
Both of you, quiet down! Check upstairs.
Quickly! Go on.
Ah!
Thank you.
Tricki-Woo!
What would I do without him?
You're sure you've looked absolutely everywhere?
Yes, upstairs, every bedroom.
Including under Tristan's bed. You know there are actual toadstools growing...
He must have got out. Let's organise a search party.
Oh, God! I can't believe we've lost him. Poor little man.
Who have you lost?
-How did you get in there? -James, well done!
Oh, no! See this?
He's been at the liqueurs and God knows what else!
We'll have to tell Mrs Pumphrey.
No, it would only upset her and slow us down.
We need to sedate him and give him a stomach pump now!
Try not to worry.
I'll have James call you as soon as he's back from his walk.
That would be... kind.
She's gone. Let's get to it. Mask?
I think it's in my jacket.
Thank you.
There we are.
That's it.
How an earth did he get into the hamper?
Why are you looking at me?
I should never have left him with you.
Chocolate, alcohol - there's no telling what it could do to his insides.
And why is that my fault?
I haven't seen or touched that hamper since it arrived.
I don't know how he got into it, but it has nothing to do with me.
Jim?
I promise you, this has nothing to do with me.
-Why is everything around here always my fault? -Because it usually is!
Who else would be stupid enough to leave the hamper some place Tricki could get at it?
Perhaps the recriminations can wait until Tricki's finished his treatment.
And perhaps they can't.
Yes, well... Um...
I don't think in this case Tristan is entirely to blame.
If at all, really.
You see, if he weren't so addicted to a rich diet,
he wouldn't have sought it out in the first place.
Siegfried?
The hamper was left on the floor of the study...
by me.
Tristan is not to blame, James.
I am.
He did nothing wrong.
It was me.
-Jim. -Yes?
Are we hallucinating?
Yes, all right, it was my bloody fault! No need to rub it in!
Sorry.
Oh, don't worry about it.
It was worth it to hear him say that.
Will Tricki be all right?
Once we get some fluids into him, he should start to recover.
Hmm.
Fluids!
James.
-How's Tricki? -On the mend.
And Tristan? Still lording it over me, I suppose?
He's not NOT enjoying the fact it wasn't him that made a mistake.
Well, one swallow doesn't make a summer.
My parents really struggled to find the money to put me through college.
I'll be eternally grateful for it.
You repaid their faith in you by your achievements.
Only because you gave me a chance.
And what if he fails again? What then?
What if he doesn't?
Ah, my boofums!
Oh, my boofums is home?
My goodness! He feels like a sack of spanners.
He must be starving.
Tricki's been on a carefully regulated diet and his condition's much improved.
And we've taken a lot of walks this last week, haven't we, Tricki?
Doesn't he just love his Uncle Tris?
Remember his diet, Mrs Pumphrey.
Yes, yes! Two cups of dried biscuits
and ONLY brown meat!
Bye, Tricki.
-Mrs Pumphrey. -Darling...
Oh!
Mmm! Mummy loves you.
Oh, James will take you on to the station.
There's no sense in all of us being there.
No, I suppose not.
I'll see you at Christmas then.
Yep.
Mummy loves you! Yes, she does.
What?
You're not waiting for a hug? We're not huggers now, are we?
Oh, God, no!
-There's still the small matter of the... -Oh, yes, of course.
Isn't that lovely?
God, I'm going to eat some of this. Yes!
Yummy!
-Unbelievable! -I can't begin to tell you what this means.
I won't let you down.
It is the definition of insanity doing the same thing over and over again
and expecting a different result.
-Siegfried, what's happening? -It's not you, Tris.
I've seen with my own eyes what you can achieve when you put your mind to it.
-It's these damn tutors letting you down. -No, no, they really haven't.
-They're all first rate. -I'll teach you.
Come winter you can sit your exams again under my guidance
and no doubt you'll sail through!
You're back!
-What have you forgotten? -That my brother's a lunatic.
Siegfried's decided to tutor Tristan himself.
You're staying!
Oh, dear. You know, that must be hard
It's going to be torture.
I'm sure he means well.
- I, for one, are glad you're staying. - The only reason he's doing it
is to punish me, for what I have no idea.
Maybe it's because you lied about passing your exams?
I didn't lie, technically.
-You do drink his best whisky. -I honestly can't tell the difference.
-Well, that makes it worse! -What about the time you spent all his money in the Drovers?
-What's that? -Nothing, Mrs H.
It's just Jim being funny, trying to be.
- Tristan! - Oh, here we go.
Oh, there you are. I brought back someone very special for your first practical experience.
I'm giddy with anticipation.
Mr Farnon.
Clancy means the world to Mr Mulligan.
I think we owe it to both of them
to carry out a full physical examination, don't you?
Right, Clancy.
Will you look at him smiling? Reckon he's a fan of yours, Mr Farnon.
Mr Mulligan, does it not scare you when you hear him growl like...
- Mr Mulligan? - Ah, good boy.
-Mr Mulligan? -That's my boy.
There now.
No.
Of course it doesn't.
Siegfried, I think the bark may be far worse than the bite.
Good boy!
Not so fierce, are you? Oh!
Good boy!
Aw!