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[gentle peaceful music]
-[engine rumbling] -[gentle music]
[engine idling]
[footsteps thudding]
[gate creaking]
[Man] Mr. Hulton's waiting for you
in the yard, Mr. Herriot.
[James sighing]
[engine revving]
[James] Thank you.
[gate rattling]
[engine rumbling]
Mrs. Hall?
[water sloshing]
Look at this, Mrs. Hall.
There's a hole in my cricket flannels!
So there is.
I can't wear them on Sunday with a hole.
What would Mrs. Pumphrey say?
It's a good thing the Lord invented darning then.
Right. Thank you.
I've just been speaking to Richard Alderson.
-Oh, aye? -Apparently,
we're still a man short for Sunday.
It's bad enough that we've lost our top batsman.
Tristan, I know you're still unhappy with me, but this,
this is cricket!
The annual Darrowby match at Pumphrey Manor.
You're not just punishing me, you know,
you're letting down the whole team!
Look, I told you, I can't play for the Darrowby Eleven anymore.
Oh, that's just nonsense!
It's for local farmers and vets, by invitation,
and I, last time I checked, am neither.
[gentle pensive music]
-[engine rumbling] -[birds chirping]
-[people chattering] -[engines rumbling]
[door clicking]
-[door thudding] -[people chattering]
Herriot!
-Thanks so much for coming out. -No trouble at all.
I understand you've a bull who needs ringing?
I do indeed. This way.
[footsteps thudding]
So, how have you been, James? Life treating you well?
Uh, yes, no complaints.
How about you, how was France?
Oh, it was really rather good, actually.
Excellent weather, fine food, plenty of wine.
Very nice.
-[bull grunting] -[playful tense music]
Here he is!
This is Monty.
He's only a year old, but he's a powerful fellow.
No, I can see that! [chuckling]
We also need to move him later today,
so if you could sedate him once you've got the ring in.
That shouldn't be a problem.
[Monty grumbling]
I will need a couple more men to hold him, though.
-[James clearing throat] -[Monty snorting]
So Hugh definitely said it was about a bull?
That's what he said.
He's got a new bull that needs ringing.
[dog barking]
And he specifically asked for James?
He did.
It's about Helen, it's got to be.
I reckon James' sins finally found him out.
Don't be daft.
James has done nothing wrong.
Tell that to Hugh Hulton.
[gentle pensive music]
[dishes thudding]
[birds chirping]
[Monty grumbling]
Won't be a moment.
Just going to give him an injection of local anesthetic.
Don't most vets just go ahead and punch the hole?
-They do. -[Monty grumbling]
I find this way works better.
[Monty snorting]
[tool clinking]
[Monty grumbling]
All right, almost done.
[Monty grunting]
Easy now.
[Monty grumbling]
-[James grunting] -[tool thudding]
-Huh! -[James chuckling]
Didn't bother him at all! It usually works.
Now, we just need the ring.
So have I missed very much while I've been away in France?
Uh, no, not that I can think of.
No great Darrowby dramas to report?
No, no, things chugging along, you know?
Have you seen much of Helen?
Uh, no, not a great deal,
but, well, now and again, you know?
She seems well, does she?
Yes, yes, far as I can tell.
All right, shall we get on with this, then?
I'm going up there later, actually,
-to Heston Grange. -Oh, yes?
[Monty grunting]
-Ah, whoa! -[bucket rattling]
Easy, Monty!
I say, James, are you all right?
[Handler] Come on, Monty, now, calm down.
I think I'll live.
Oh, glad to hear it.
[men chuckling]
-[James chuckling warily] -[pensive music]
[dogs barking]
So what's the verdict?
Any hope?
Oh, there's always hope.
The adjustment nut's a bit stiff,
but once I've worked it loose,
I can raise the bob and she'll run right to time.
That all it needs?
Well, you have to know how far to raise it.
Oh, of course.
I don't doubt it takes a lot of expertise.
Oh, don't know about that.
The main thing to remember is
lower is slower and left is lower.
Turn it to the right, it'll go faster.
That's it.
Ah, so you've a cricketer in the house.
Hm? Oh, we have two, but it's Mr. Farnon Senior
who's playing in the match on Sunday.
To be honest, I've never understood the appeal.
[chuckling] I know, and I call myself a Yorkshireman!
[Mrs. Hall chuckling]
You'll be at the match, I take it?
I will.
In fact, I'll be scoring.
Ah, so you're something of an expert?
An amateur enthusiast, perhaps.
Anyway, I'll, uh...
I'll let you get on.
Oh, uh, thanks for the tea.
-[Mrs. Hall] Mm-hm. -[gentle music]
[dogs whining]
[door thudding]
What happened to you?
Bit of a near-miss.
Who with?
A very large, very angry bull.
Ah.
Well, book it.
[James sighing]
-[birds chirping] -[gentle music]
[Helen] What time did Hugh say he'd be up?
[Richard] 11 o'clock.
And he just said it were about the lease?
-He did. -[distant sheep bleating]
So do you think he wants to sell?
Is that what he's coming to tell us?
You know as much as I do.
What if he's decided not to renew the lease
because of what happened between me and him?
Then I'd say you were right not to marry him.
[valve squeaking]
I put everything in the bucket.
Good.
Those clothes will be needing to soak overnight.
-Are you hurt? -Mm, just a bit bruised.
It was mainly my pride that took a bashing.
And how was Hugh?
Fine.
Better than fine, he seemed full of the joys of spring.
-Is that right? -He asked after Helen.
[Mrs. Hall] Oh, yes?
I didn't have the guts to tell him.
Well, probably best he hears it from her.
Maybe.
Either way,
it'll not make any difference to you and Helen.
No. No, I suppose not.
[phone ringing]
[receiver clicking]
Darrowby, 2-2-9-7.
[muffled person speaking]
I'm sorry, I can barely hear you.
[Mrs. Pumphrey] It's Mrs. Pumphrey!
Ah, Mrs. Pumphrey! Hello, is everything all right?
[Mrs. Pumphrey] I need Mr. Farnon.
-Mr. Farnon? -[Mrs. Pumphrey] Yes, Mr. Farnon.
No, I see.
[Mrs. Pumphrey] It's a matter of great delicacy.
Well, of course, if it's a matter of great delicacy.
[pensive music]
-I'll tell him now. -[receiver thudding]
That was Mrs. Pumphrey.
She asked if you could go up to the manor.
Doesn't she want Tricki's Uncle Herriot?
Apparently not.
She said the matter requires the utmost discretion.
-Intriguing! -[James] Mm-hm.
-[dog panting] -[footsteps thudding]
"The utmost discretion?"
-What's all that about? -I have no idea.
She said she'll only discuss it with Siegfried, in person.
Hm!
So, spill the beans.
What happened at Hulton Hall?
Not a great deal.
What, Hugh didn't challenge you
to a duel for Helen's hand?
I'm sorry to disappoint you, but, no.
Well, has he seen her yet?
Uh, no, he said he was going up later today.
And that doesn't bother you?
-Of course not, why should it? -No reason.
[playful pensive music]
Where are you off to?
Uh, nowhere, I just, um...
I need run an errand.
[Tristan] Oh.
[Tristan chuckling]
[Jenny] He's here!
-[birds chirping] -[gentle music]
He's here.
[footsteps thudding]
-[Hugh] Hello there. -How do?
You got back all right, then?
I did, yes, thank you.
Can I make you a cup of tea?
Uh, no, no, thanks, I, I can't stay long.
You said you wanted to speak to us about the lease.
Yes, yes, that's right, uh...
Ah! Here we go.
I intend to renew the lease on the farm
for the agreed period of 20 years,
as per our existing contract,
but with a couple of additional stipulations.
The lawyers have added Helen's and Jenny's names
and specified that they'll inherit
the lease on the same terms.
That's assuming that they want to continue farming.
That's wonderful.
Thank you.
-Thank you, Hugh. -[gentle sentimental music]
It is very good of you.
Not at all, it's
something that should have been done years ago, but um...
Well, it didn't really seem necessary before.
Uh...
Anyway, I, uh, I think that just about covers it.
I, I don't wanna take up too much of your time,
but there is, um, something I'd like
to show you back at the farm.
[Monty snorting]
[gentle music]
I don't understand.
Consider it a replacement, or apology, if you like,
for the difficulties with the sale of your last bull.
Hugh, this is too much.
We can't accept this.
Please, Mr. Alderson, it would mean a great deal.
He's of good breeding stock, excellent condition.
Ah, well even so, we-
I would really like to make amends.
Dad, why don't we think about it, eh?
[Hugh] That's all I ask.
Just keep him here for now and let me know what you decide.
Right, all right, then.
Excellent.
Right, better get on.
[pensive music]
[ducks quacking]
Hugh?
Do you have to rush straight off?
I'm afraid so.
Estate business has rather piled up while I've been away.
No doubt see you at the cricket on Sunday?
-You will. -Jolly good.
-[ducks quacking] -[birds chirping]
[Monty snorting]
[gentle music]
[Siegfried] I understand Tricki's been rather distressed?
Uh, he's not himself at all.
Is he off his food?
Feeling lethargic?
Oh, no, no, there's no problem in that department.
In fact, if anything, his appetite's more
No, it's just, um...
He's become... increasingly...
amorous towards things.
Oh.
It's quite unsettling.
In the end, I had to take his cushion away.
[Tricki sneezing]
I see.
Well, let's have a look at him, shall we?
You know, Mrs. Pumphrey,
the behavior you're describing, is perfectly normal.
Tricki's a healthy animal in the prime of life,
and, as such, he's experiencing some very natural urges.
Yes, but he's just a baby!
He's never shown the slightest bit of interest in
that sort of thing.
Well, it's a testament to the excellent level
of care he's been receiving.
His weight's gone down and his exercise has gone up.
He's obviously feeling a great deal
livelier in every department.
You know, Francois did say that on one of their outings
he seemed intent on getting into Mr. Handshaw's yard.
And does Mr. Handshaw own a dog at all?
Oh, yes, a terrier.
Named Bella, I believe.
Well, that would certainly explain it.
Less lethargic, more Lothario.
So what can be done to discourage it?
I'm afraid the heart wants what it wants,
which, in Tricki's case, would seem to be Bella.
Oh, dear.
There is one effective course of action.
It's a fairly simple procedure.
Oh, no, no, no, no, Mr. Farnon, no.
Can't you just give him a calming draft of some sort?
I'm sorry, Mrs. Pumphrey, he'll have to be fixed.
If not, Tricki will simply continue
his pursuit until he succeeds.
[gentle somber music]
[Tricki groaning]
[engine idling]
[birds chirping]
[engine revving]
[dog barking]
[Jenny] Hello, James.
-Hello, Jenny. -[dog barking]
Hello, Scruff.
Wait 'til you see what Hugh Hulton's brought us.
He's gonna be absolutely massive!
He really is!
Have you ever seen anything like it?
And he'll be worth a fortune in stud fees.
But Hugh won't accept a penny for him, said it's an apology
because he wants to move forward with a clean slate.
Jenny, run and put the kettle on.
Dad'll be wanting a brew and I'm sure James would like one.
Fine.
[distant sheep bleating]
A pedigree bull.
-Quite the gift. -I know.
It were the last thing we expected.
We haven't said we'll take him yet.
Dad thinks it's far too much, but even so.
And there you were, worried he might not
even renew the lease.
I know, that's all sorted now too.
He's even added mine and Jenny's names,
so it'll be ours to inherit.
Right.
That's very decent of him.
[Robert] Now, then.
[James] Mr. Alderson.
[Richard] What do you reckon?
He's a fine specimen.
-[Richard] He is that. -Any luck with Reg Dutton, Dad?
No, he's still over in Listondale.
Dad's a player down for match on Sunday.
Oh, yes?
And with Hugh back, they'll be really up against it.
-Hugh's on the opposing team? -He's captain.
Not to mention the star player.
He's the main reason they always win.
Uh, not always.
Though Hugh is a good bowler, there's no denying it.
You know, Mr. Alderson, if you need an extra man,
-I'd be happy to help out. -I didn't know you played.
[James] Yes, well, now and again.
Oh, aye.
You reckon you're up to it, do you, lad?
Absolutely.
Right.
You're in.
[gentle upbeat music]
I'm really not much of a cricketer,
but I guess if it's just a friendly match,
it's not too much to worry about.
-Friendly? -[dog whining]
James, I would not be exaggerating to say
that this is the most important game
in the cricketing calendar.
Once a year, the Darrowby Eleven goes up against
the might of Hulton Hall's invited gentlemen,
playing for the honor of Darrowby.
And get annihilated.
That's hardly the point.
It's really quite the event, James.
Mm, Mrs. Pumphrey holds it on her own private ground.
Sorry, she has a cricket pitch?
Ground, yes, down beyond the orchard.
The old dear's completely cricket mad.
So when you say you're not much of a cricketer?
Uh, well, football's more my game.
But you have played?
-Once or twice. -Mm.
Probably just once.
Oh, dear.
Well, I had no idea it was so important!
Oh, I'd say it's important!
For a Yorkshireman, it goes King, God, Cricket.
I mean, [scoffing] if you get this wrong,
they'll string you up in the town square.
Oh, fiddlesticks!
James is fast and he's fit.
All right, it's not his game,
but, with a bit of coaching, he'll do perfectly well.
Quite right.
We'll soon whip you into shape, lad.
So, we've a day and a half.
That's, what, 14, 15 hours of sunlight?
Now, when you played before,
would you say you were more of a batsman or a bowler?
Well, neither really.
It was on the beach at Troon and it was probably more
what you would call French cricket.
-[all inhaling sharply] -[playful pensive music]
But it can't be any tougher than football!
At least in cricket, no one tackles you.
You haven't had a cricket ball
coming at you at 80 miles an hour.
Seriously, James, one of those could kill you!
[Siegfried] Right, follow me.
[footsteps thudding]
[dog barking, panting]
-Jess, come on. -[Jess grumbling]
Give that, the boys need it for the cricket.
Thank you. Right, come on.
Right, James, take your guard.
Remember, middle and leg, head over the ball,
straight back, weight on the front foot.
And nice easy lob.
[ball thudding]
You need to maintain your guard!
How's he getting on?
[Siegfried] Try again!
You could give your brother a hand.
Yes, and he could apologize for treating me like a fool,
but I don't see that happening any time soon either.
And...
[ball thudding]
James, please, try to concentrate!
I... [grumbling]
Right, once more.
Take your guard, middle and leg.
Oh, for the love of God! James, pass it here.
Right, don't even think about hitting it,
-just think about blocking it. -Blocking it?
You just need to get behind the ball and stop it, all right?
Come on.
[footsteps thudding]
[ball thudding]
As long as it doesn't hit your leg or the wicket,
you'll stay in.
Well, there's a little more to it, than that-
No, there isn't, not for James,
but, as ever, you're making everything
10,000 times more complicated than it has to be.
He needs to know what he should be doing!
No, he needs you to stop confusing him with pointless stuff.
Just let the man breathe and he'll work it out for himself!
James?
Here, give it a try.
Right, that's it, just relax.
All you need to do is block it.
[James sighing]
[ball thudding]
-It worked! -Of course it did.
Now, just remember the cardinal rule:
never step away from your stumps.
Well, at least he's making himself useful,
despite the injured air.
He feels you still owe him an apology.
Oh, utter nonsense!
-[phone ringing] -Yes, I'm well aware, thank you.
So you played a lot of cricket
at school then, did you, Triss?
Yes, a fair bit.
Captain of the first Eleven, weren't you?
-Mm. -Darrowby, 2-2-9-7.
Yes, we had a pretty strong team at the prep school.
Even won the Interschool Cup three years in a row.
-I didn't know that. -Yes, very much.
No?
You know, we actually set a new record for the Under 12s.
The old man came to every match.
Pa used to watch you play?
He'd drive up in the mornings and we'd make a day of it.
[sentimental music]
You know how he loved cricket.
-Yes. -Mr. Farnon?
-Let me get him. -Yes, I suppose he did.
Mr. Farnon? Mrs. Pumphrey.
She says she's in dire need of your assistance.
Now?
Mrs. Pumphrey, what can I do for you?
The workmen were putting up the tea tent for tomorrow,
you see, and Francois was clearly distracted.
And, um, poor Tricki, I mean,
he dashed through the main gate and just ran and ran!
So Tricki is missing?
-Foot to the bridge of the ball, James! -Well, no, not, not exactly.
He was, um...
He was heading in the direction of Mr. Handshaw's yard.
-Ah. -And I really can't ask Francois!
No, of course.
Uh, leave, leave it with me, Mrs. Pumphrey,
uh, you've nothing to worry about.
Oh, thank you, thank you!
Uh, Mr. Farnon?
When you see Tricki,
could you pretend that you just happened to be passing?
He's terribly private.
I would hate for him to be embarrassed.
I understand.
Of course.
Mm.
-[birds chirping] -[gentle music]
[pencil tapping]
I think we should keep it.
How can we? It's far too much!
We could never afford a bull like that ourselves.
That we couldn't.
But, if we did accept a pedigree stood in prime condition,
it'd earn its keep 10 times over.
But if we say yes, would we end up feeling beholden?
But if you say no, wouldn't it seem like you're making a point?
Like, you're saying things aren't all right
-between you and Hugh? -I suppose.
What do you think we should do, Dad?
I think the final decision has got to be yours, love.
If it don't sit right with you,
our money's well enough without.
[gentle pensive music]
[playful music]
Aye, he's a determined little bugger.
Well, as I said, Mrs. Pumphrey did want me
to pass on her sincere apologies.
Not to worry, it's not like he's some stray.
A litter or two of pups won't be end of world.
Come on, then, young Tricki Woo,
let's put you back where you belong, shall we?
See you at the match tomorrow, Mr. Handshaw.
[Mr. Handshaw] Your brother still not playing?
-I'm afraid not. -That's a damned shame.
Might've given us a fighting chance.
[gentle music]
I just don't understand it.
I mean, if it were another Pekingese
it might make more sense.
Well, now he's been there once,
he'll be much more inclined to visit again.
Oh, it seems we have no choice.
It's a very simple procedure.
In fact, I should be able to fit him in on Monday.
That soon?
Well, all right, if we must, we must.
But, until then, you really need to keep him on a lead.
-Oh, Tricki. -[somber music]
Will you ever forgive me?
[Tricki grunting]
Uh, all set for match tomorrow, I hope?
Absolutely, raring to go!
Oh, [chuckling] that's the spirit!
And with James playing too,
I really think this might be your year.
-[crowd chattering excitedly] -[bright music]
I think we're all here.
Ladies and gentlemen,
it's my very great pleasure to welcome you all
to Pumphrey Manor for this year's encounter
between the Darrowby Eleven and the Hulton Hall Chaps!
[crowd cheering]
-[crowd chattering excitedly] -[crowd applauding]
Has anyone seen Mr. Rudd?
[Tricki trilling]
We'll be playing a timed game,
with the last 20 overs from five o'clock.
And, um, I know we're all looking forward
to seeing some excellent cricket [chuckling].
-So, um-- -[Tricki barking]
-Um... -[crowd chuckling]
Without, uh, further ado, Mr. Chapman?
Yeah?
If you would do the honors.
Certainly.
Well, gentlemen, if you're ready,
will you two captains accompany me
to the crease with the coin toss, please?
-Thank you. -Mr. Alderson!
Mr. Alderson!
Young Rudds, where's your father?
He can't come, Mr. Alderson, the sheep got out
and he needs to round 'em up!
-You're kidding me? -No, we're not!
We're not.
You're not.
So he's not coming?
So we're a player short.
Well, go on, you can't let them go out with 10 men.
[crowd chattering]
I could always play, Mr. Alderson,
if that would be any help.
Help? Yeah, that'd be a big help.
Shame you didn't offer before.
Go and help your dad look for them sheep.
-[crowd chattering] -[light music]
Welcome to the team!
[Tristan] Yes, thanks.
[Siegfried and Mrs. Hall laughing]
[crowd chattering]
-Afternoon. -Helen.
Come early to watch you.
Mr. Hulton, would you like to make the call?
Heads.
[coin clinking]
Heads it is.
Excellent! I think we'll bat first.
-We're bowling, lads! -We're batting!
Well, we've gotta do it sometime.
I'd rather do it second, but...
-[crowd chattering] -[birds chirping]
Herriot.
Hugh.
[bright music]
Right, now remember what we did last year?
[crowd applauding]
[Richard] Come on, boys, be alert!
[crowd applauding]
Go on, Dad!
-Here. -Ah.
Go on.
[Hugh] Look lively, Herriot!
[Richard] Come on, lads!
Okay, play.
[bright adventurous music]
[ball thudding]
[Richard] Knock to it, lads, come on!
Ugh, unlucky, unlucky, all right now!
[crowd applauding]
[Man] Thought we were playing nice!
[Spectator] Good times!
-Good shot, Hugh! -Good one, Hugh!
Four!
Excellent opener, Mr. Hulton!
[meta rattling]
Looks like Mr. Hulton means business.
[Richard] Herriot!
[bright adventurous music]
[ball thudding]
-Oh, good shot! -Good shot!
-[crowd applauding] -[gentle music]
-Yours, Herriot! -Get behind it!
-Come on! -Go on, James!
[Spectator] Unlucky.
[crowd applauding]
[ball thudding]
-Catch it! -Catch it, Herriot!
[Player] Catch it!
[crowd applauding]
[metal clanging]
[ball thudding]
-Just a single. -Get it!
-Keepers' end! -Hey!
-[metal clanging] -[balls thudding]
-[metal clanging] -[crowd applauding]
[ball thudding]
-[birds chirping] -[majestic music]
-[crowd applauding] -[crowd cheering]
That's Hulton's 50.
-[crowd cheering] -[crowd applauding]
-No way! -They did!
-Hooray! -We've only just started!
-Hey, looking up, that. -Yahoo!
-[Spectator] Well done, Hugh! -[crowd applauding]
[metal clanging]
[somber music]
[bright playful music]
[ball thudding]
-Herriot! -James!
-Ball! -Come on, laddie!
-[Jenny sighing] -Eye on the ball, Mr. Herriot!
-[crowd applauding] -[gentle music]
[metal clanging]
123...
for no wickets.
-That's out! -Yay!
Not out.
[crowd groaning]
[Player] Unlucky, next time, lads.
[crowd applauding]
James is looking a bit hot.
Hugh's giving him a right runaround.
-Helen! -[Player] Is this thing yours?
How are you?
-Hello, Margot. -Um, I'm fine thank you.
-Uh, this is my sister, Jenny. -Hello!
-[Player] Keeper's end! -Are you enjoying the match?
[ball thudding]
I will once we start getting some wickets.
[player shouting]
Oh, yes, of course.
I see James is playing.
He is.
-Good. -[gentle pensive music]
[Player] Again.
-Shot one! -[crowd applauding]
Anyway, I'm sure I'll see you in the tea tent.
What was all that about?
[Richard] Let's be having a wicket, Siegfried.
[Player] Let's have it, Sig.
Hello there.
Hello.
I noticed you were rather tied to your post
and thought you might be in need of refreshment.
Oh, that's very kind of you.
-Thank you. -[Player] Let's go, Siegfried.
Your Mr. Farnon doesn't seem to be having much luck.
Ah, trouble is, he's overpitching.
[Player] Come on, Siegfried!
[Player] Let's be over the wicket.
When you say overpitching?
He's landing the ball too close to the batsman,
making it easier to drive.
-[ball thudding] -[Richard] Go on, James!
[Mrs. Hall] He's making it harder for the fielders.
-Nice shot, Hugh! -[crowd applauding]
-So he does. -Nice shot, Hugh.
[Spectator] Nice shot, Hugh!
-[James wheezing] -[Siegfried sighing]
[birds chirping]
Are you all right there, Herriot?
[James] Fine, thanks!
Well, you can't blame the bull this time!
[men chuckling]
[James laughing sarcastically]
[gentle music]
Oh, where's Jenny?
Would you mind changing that to 138?
[Spectator] Yeah, we've got plenty, haven't you?
[metal rattling]
-Mr. Chapman? -Mm?
I think that's enough. Come on, Harry.
[bright music]
[crowd applauding]
Ah, and that's the declaration!
Tea, everyone!
[crowd applauding]
What's happening?
Hulton thinks he's got enough runs
to win so he's declared.
He's stopping.
Well, that's good news for us, isn't it?
Aye, if you like charity.
I could certainly use a cup of tea.
Well, enjoy it while you can.
We're batting next, and it won't be pretty.
-Well played, chaps! -Good play!
[Spectator] Good play, chaps!
[crowd applauding]
How about a bit of pork pie?
You love that!
Ooh, yummy-yum-yum-yum!
No? Or how about a tiny piece of iced bun?
-Ah! -[Tricki grumbling]
Oh, oh, Mr. Farnon!
I hope you're not too disheartened.
Oh, not at all!
We've got a lot of strength in our batting.
That's the spirit. And, uh, you have your secret weapon.
Your brother, of course.
Going straight to bat, straight to bat!
Yes.
He opened quite gloriously last year.
He did do very well.
-Yes. -[Tricki trilling]
-Tricki, please! -[Tricki barking]
He simply hates this horrid lead.
Well, it's only 'til the operation.
And what then?
Can you promise me
he'll still be my Tricki once he's been, um, emasculated?
Some dogs do present a slight change in temperament.
Mm, yes, that's what I feared.
[sighing] It just feels too cruel.
Why shouldn't he be allowed to express his true self
and experience life to the full?
[gentle sentimental music]
And if Mr. Handshaw were open to, uh, an arrangement.
[Siegfried] Well, he certainly gave that impression.
Well, what would you do, Mr. Farnon?
[men laughing]
[Tristan laughing]
That's what you say.
Do you know what, Mrs. Pumphrey?
If I were you, I would forget the lead
and just let Tricki do what comes naturally.
Life's just too short, isn't it?
Ah, I knew you would understand! [chuckling]
-[Tricki panting] -[playful pensive music]
-[Tricki grumbling] -[Tristan laughing]
[gentle playful music]
-[crowd chattering] -Hugh?
Could I speak to you for a moment?
Of course.
I just want to say, how, how sorry I am.
For everything that happened.
That's water under the bridge.
No, I know, but I've not had a chance
to apologize, uh, properly, in person.
I never wanted to hurt you.
We just weren't right for one another.
And I knew I wouldn't make you happy.
Well, I admit I, uh...
I was rather devastated.
But, in a way,
once the worst has happened, it's actually rather freeing,
and I think part of me always knew it wasn't right.
That we were good pals and I know you were fond of me, but,
well, it was never a grand passion really, was it?
Well, no. Maybe not.
[Hugh chuckling]
Maybe one day we can be pals again.
I'd like that.
-About the bull. -[Hugh sighing]
It was such a generous thing to do.
Did I overstep?
Because that, that really wasn't my intention.
No, uh, my Dad knows you meant well, we both do.
But we can't accept it.
[sighing] Right.
We pay our own way, always have.
And you have no reason to feel you have to make amends.
[James laughing]
I didn't realize Herriot was a cricketer.
Oh, he stepped in at last minute.
Ah, keen to impress the captain, no doubt.
We only started seeing each other quite recently.
I mean, there were nothing going on before.
Helen, really.
I'm just glad you're happy.
Well, I'd better get back to the others.
Discuss strategy and all that.
[Man] Oh, give us here, all right?
[crowd chattering]
-Hello. -Oh, there you are!
I saw you chatting with Hugh.
Yeah, we had a really good talk.
I feel like we cleared the air.
Right.
What's wrong?
I just wondered why he was kissing you.
Kissing?
Oh, that were nothing!
Right. [chuckling]
He just wants to be friends.
And he's given you a pedigree bull to prove it.
Yeah, well, I said I'm not accepting the bull.
You're not?
Of course not.
It were a kind gesture, but we're not in need of charity,
however well meant.
Now, then Herriot.
I'll, uh, put you up to bat last with you being a novice.
Right, very good.
Mm, let's hope that Hugh, um, takes it easy with you.
[men chuckling]
Right!
Ladies and gentlemen, I think we are ready to resume.
[sighing] Hulton's looking deadly serious,
but then I suppose he's a lot riding on this.
How do you mean?
Well, all those months he spent in France,
too embarrassed to show his face?
He'll be wanting a win to restore his dignity.
-Triss! -[Tristan chuckling]
-[crowd applauding] -[tense pensive music]
[birds chirping]
[bright adventurous music]
[ball thudding]
-A lovely shot, Tristan! -[crowd applauding]
[Player] Cracking shot, Tristan!
[ball thudding]
[Helen] Go on, Triss!
[ball thudding]
-[metal clanging] -[bright music]
-Good shot! -Brilliant!
[metal clanging]
[balls thudding]
[crowd applauding]
[metal clanging]
[ball thudding]
-Again! -[crowd applauding]
[metal clanging]
[players cheering]
-[players groaning] -[spectators groaning]
[ball thudding]
[metal clanging]
-Get it! -Catch it!
-[players cheering] -[crowd applauding]
[metal clanging]
[All] Huzzah!
[metal clanging]
[Player] Nicely done.
[Player] Good running, lads.
Stay!
[players cheering]
-[ball thudding] -[players cheering]
[ball thudding]
-[players groaning] -[crowd applauding]
[Player] Oh, that's unlucky.
And that's called a batting collapse.
Well, it's more exciting than I'd anticipated.
We'll make a cricket convert of you yet.
You know, I walk Rock down by Copley Brook most evenings.
If you're ever out with Jess and want a bit of company.
[gentle music]
Well,
perhaps we'll see you down there.
Last over.
Doubt you'll be needed.
They'll need to get two wickets before you go in
and Siegfried's looking strong.
[ball thudding]
-Lovely shot! -Good shot, Siegfried!
-[crowd applauding] -[pensive music]
Catch it!
-Yes! -Yeah!
[Player] Good catch!
-[crowd applauding] -[tense music]
Just four balls to face, Henry.
-Good luck, Henry! -Do great
-or we'll come after you. -Come on, Henry!
[Henry] Thanks, lads.
-Go Henry! -Go fight 'em.
[Spectator] All the best, Henry!
Cheer, lads.
Play.
[suspenseful music]
-[ball thudding] -[Henry yelping]
-[crowd gasping] -[crowd murmuring]
[Spectator] Oh, that's nasty, that!
[Henry groaning]
Spoke too soon.
[tense music]
Right, Herriot, get padded up.
Henry's retiring hurt.
There's three balls left 'til the end of the game.
If they don't get you out, we'll draw,
and that's as good as a win.
Just do what you can.
[Henry] Thanks, lad.
No, that's all right.
[Henry groaning]
[crowd applauding]
[Spectator] Keep it up, lad!
All you have to do is stay in, old chap.
Remember what we practiced.
-Protect your wicket- -Just one more!
And guard your stumps.
Middle and leg.
That'll do.
Go on, lad!
Three balls to come.
-[footsteps thudding] -[pensive music]
-[James yelping] -[crowd murmuring]
-Oh, my stars! -Look at that.
[Spectator] Look at him.
[Bert] Are you all right, lad?
Fine.
You all right, Jim?
[James grunting]
-[crowd murmuring] -[inspirational music]
Well done, James!
Now Tristan will want the strike
so he can face the last knoll.
How will he do that?
Well, James will need a single run.
So they can swap ends.
[footsteps thudding]
[ball thudding]
-Run! -[crowd applauding]
[Bert] It's gone for four.
[Hugh] Back this end, old chap.
[James groaning]
Oh, that's not good, James keeps the strike.
[Mrs. Hall sighing]
[Hugh chuckling]
[tense music]
[metal clanging]
Last ball of the match.
Just block it again, exactly the same as before,
and Hugh'll be crying into his beer tonight.
-[James chuckling] -Mr. Herriot!
-Come on, Herriot! -Come on, James!
[suspenseful music]
[Hugh inhaling sharply]
-[ball thudding] -[players cheering]
[Hugh cheering]
-Well done, Hugh! -Yay!
-Well done, Hugh! -Go, Hugh!
[crowd applauding]
-Well done, sir! -Well done!
-Well done, lad! -Way to go!
-[crowd applauding] -[gentle music]
[Player] Unlucky, batsman.
Hard luck, lad.
Thanks, Bert.
[sentimental music]
Funny that, almost looked like
you deliberately stepped away from the wicket.
Why ever would I do that?
I have absolutely no idea.
[crowd applauding]
[crowd chattering]
-Good job, lads. -Played well.
Hey, bad luck, Mr. Herriot.
Nearly had a draw there.
Aye, still, well played, lads.
They were a tough side and no mistake!
-You carried your bat. -[Tristan chuckling]
Great achievement, both of you.
The old man would be proud.
That's, uh, very fine batting, young Farnon.
James didn't do too badly either.
'Til he lost his nerve.
Dad!
Oh, well, I'm only saying it to him.
Good try, Uncle Herriot.
Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey.
[Mrs. Pumphrey chuckling]
-Well done, Triss. -Thanks, Helen.
Well done.
I don't think your dad's too happy.
Oh, don't worry about him.
Oh, James?
I just wanted to say well played.
You too.
I suppose the best team won.
Still, that took real grit.
Anyway, have a good evening. Both of you.
-[crowd chattering] -[birds chirping]
So,
how does it feel?
Hm, what?
To have missed the most important ball of the match?
Is that what you did?
-I felt I owed him a win. -I know.
-And I love you for it. -You do?
Yes,
I suppose I do.
[gentle music]
Thank you, George.
[Patron] Yes, she come into this place-
Ah.
To your very good health.
Cheers.
[patrons chattering]
You know, I don't remember Pa ever visiting me at school.
-No? -He used to take me out on his rounds, though.
I was nine when I delivered my first lamb.
And you've never looked back.
No, I suppose I didn't.
I owe you an apology, Tristan.
For not telling you the truth about your results.
I genuinely believed I was acting in your best interests.
Ah.
Right.
But I realize now, that I may have been wrong.
Anyway, the money's there, if you
decide you want to go back to college.
Equally, if you feel it's not for you...
Well, it should be your decision.
[gentle sentimental music]
Thank you.
[Siegfried] Here he is!
[chuckling] Hello.
"An hour to play and the last man in."
[James chuckling]
I think he did very well.
Mm, how're the ribs?
A bit sore, to be honest.
Oh, you poor old thing!
[Tristan] Uh, no Tricki Woo, Mrs. Pumphrey?
Uh, Tricki?
Yes, Tricki has some personal business to attend to.
[Tristan chuckling]
I think it's time I made my move.
Well played, darling.
[Jenny] Hugh and Margot?
Wait, are they?
I think you've missed your chance, Triss.
[Siegfried] Bad luck, old chap.
Well, she wasn't really my type anyway.
-Since when? -No, it's true.
She was a bit too tall.
Oh, for heaven's sake, she's a woman, not a pony!
[Tristan] Oh, height is a consideration!
[Siegfried] You should be so lucky!
Nothing wrong with tall.
I'm a catch!
You're a liability.
[all chuckling]
[bright majestic music]
[Tricki snorting]
[gentle upbeat music]