♪ ♪ They've offered me a job.

Mum seems to have accepted it for me.

♪ ♪ ANNE: If ever you're to get beyond smiling at the girl, you might eventually have to do something about it.

MRS. HALL: You lied to him!

What on earth were you thinking?

I thought we might be able to salvage something that approximates to a relationship.

Would you like to dance?

HELEN: Last night were the first time in a long time that I felt like myself again.

And I was only there because of you.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (distant bell tolling) ♪ ♪ (bell tolling continues) (horse nickers) ♪ ♪ (bell tolling continues) (shaky breaths) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (chickens clucking) (keys jingling, rooster crowing) (sheep bleating) (birds twittering) (rooster crowing, chickens clucking) Hello, Mr. Herriot.

Hello, Tom.

Good of you to help out the Dalbys like this.

They've always been good friends to my grandparents.

Mrs. Dalby's up in field.

I'll take ya.

♪ ♪ JAMES: Thanks, Tom.

Morning, Mr. Herriot.

Thanks for coming out to see us.

And, um, thank you for being there yesterday.

Billy was a good man.

I wanted to pay my respects.

(cow mooing) PHYLLIS: Their breathing don't sound right, Mr. Herriot.

They were really fit when they were turned out earlier this month.

Then, well... Let's have a look then, shall we?

♪ ♪ (cow wheezing) The stirks have got husk, I'm afraid.

For an older cow this might not be a problem, but as they're still so young... Aye.

And what is husk exactly?

Well, it's, um... it's a parasite.

A tiny worm which infests the bronchial tubes and sets up bronchitis.

In fact, that's the proper name, parasitic bronchitis.

The larvae climb up the blades of grass and the cattle eat them as they graze.

Some pastures are badly affected with it.

I'm sorry but they're pretty bad, Mrs. Dalby.

A mild attack isn't so bad if you can get them off the grass right away, but this has gone a long way beyond that.

What can we do about it, Mr. Herriot?

For a start we can get them all inside immediately.

Every mouthful of this grass is adding to the worm burden.

Right you are, Mr. Herriot.

(clears throat) Can I, uh... tempt you with the last egg, Mrs. H?

No, thanks.

Seems a shame to waste it.

I thought you'd be joining your friends down in London for the cricket.

Yes...

I thought so too but, unfortunately, tickets require money and money requires wages.

Neither of which I possess.

So instead, my plan is three uninterrupted days, with my feet up, the radio on, (door opens) and a lovely cool glass... Well, it took all of five hours, but Gladys produced a whopping 18 piglets.

Darrowby record I believe.

Smells like one too.

They need cleaning.

Get 'em off.

Any chance of some breakfast?

I can make you a bacon sandwich.

And those.

I think I've had enough pig for one day.

Got any eggs?

(crunches) You can have the rest of this one if you like?

So, I'm out working my trousers off while you're lazing around, stuffing your face with my hard-earned eggs!

Such is life, big brother.

Such is life.

MRS. HALL: Go and get changed and I'll make you some toast.

(kitten meowing) You really didn't need to go to all this trouble.

Oh, nonsense.

I hope that tea isn't too strong for you?

It's perfect, thank you, Mrs. Dalby.

I'll be back up tomorrow to check on the stirks.

Meanwhile, it's very important that you keep them inside.

Oh, but they'll need feeding.

Well, at this point I would start by giving them the best possible food: good hay and high-protein cake.

Cake?

(scoffs) That's expensive stuff, isn't it?

And if we give them the hay now, then we'll need to buy more for winter.

I know.

But a good diet is our best hope at this stage.

And they can't go out to feed on the grass... ever?

No, I'm sorry, not on those fields.

If it was a mild attack you could have turned them out after the dew had left in the mornings.

But that's not the case here.

Right.

(soft chuckle) Well, thank you, Mr. Herriot.

We know where we are anyway.

Uh, Billy, love.

Why don't you, uh, take your brother outside for a kick around?

Have we got a young Gordon Hodgson in the making?

He's my favorite player.

Good choice.

Go on, Billy love.

Oi, you!

(Billy giggling) Ah, excuse me!

C'mon, Dennis!

(Dennis giggling) So cheeky.

(door closes) Do you think we can save them?

Well, we can always hope.

(soft chuckle) Funny... that's what my Billy always used to say.

He was ever the optimist.

Even when the doctor said it was cancer, Billy still insisted he'd be fine.

(humorless chuckle) Time is so fleeting, Mr. Herriot.

♪ ♪ Any other calls come in?

Nothing.

Shame.

I guess we will be taking the day off?

Not so fast.

The equipment needs polishing.

Done.

Well, then the medicines need topping up.

Done.

All done!

Play starts in five minutes, Mrs. H. Wait a minute, wait a minute, what about the, uh... What's wrong with Tristan enjoying the cricket?

He spent all last night polishing and topping things up.

There's always more to be done.

Well, lambing season's almost over.

Summer's our quietest time of year.

Surely the lad's earned a day or two off now.

"Earned"?!

Well, now he's passed his exams an' all.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (car door closes) Oh!

(laughing): James, I'm so sorry, I didn't see you there.

I've probably had worse flung at me.

(laughs) I wanted to drop in and see how you were after yesterday.

Oh, I'm all right, thanks.

It's Phyllis we're worried about.

I was just over there now.

Her stirks have got husk.

Oh... On top of everything else.

We offered to help her out with the kids, but she's determined she can manage.

Our Jenny was around the same age as Billy when me mam died.

It's all the things that family never got to do together.

Now they never will.

Hm, must've brought back a lot of painful memories.

Life's cruel sometimes.

♪ ♪ See you again soon?

I hope so.

What're you doing tomorrow night?

I'm going out with you by the sounds of it.

I could pick you up at 7:00?

I'd like that.

♪ ♪ (giggles) ANNOUNCER (on radio): Hutton and Edrich walked out for this Oval Test the youngest pair ever to open the batting for England-- but not the toughest.

With the score on 29, Edrich misjudged a fizzer from O'Reilly and was out LBW.

Maurice Leyland joined Hutton.

Come on, Hutton!

Make us proud.

(bell rings) SIEGFRIED: I'll get it.

(applause on radio) (indistinct distant chatter) SIEGFRIED: Thank you.

♪ ♪ What on earth?

Tristan!

Just the man.

Help me carry these out to the barn.

What's going on?

You'll see... ♪ ♪ (straining): Lovely.

(groans) (birds twittering) Now, one cannot be a great vet until one has reared one's own animals.

Funny, never heard that one before.

Mm-hmm.

So, here you are, Tristan.

Meet your new brood.

(clucking) Wait, what?

Such is life, little brother.

And may I suggest you make a start building a nest box for them?

A nest box?

Nothing like a fresh egg warm from the nest!

♪ ♪ Hang on.

How come James never had to rear his own animals?

(clucking) (sighs) (bell rings) This better not be a flock of sheep.

Is Uncle Herriot here?

No.

Uncle... Mr. Herriot is not here, I'm afraid.

As I'm sure you're aware, Mrs. Pumphrey is attending the test match in London and I am under strict instruction to deposit Tricki Woo into his guardianship for the duration.

I'm sure Mr. Farnon can provide temporary guardianship until Uncle Herriot returns.

Most kind.

♪ ♪ (Tricki growls) (engine starts) ♪ ♪ ANNOUNCER (on radio): As the evening sun sends long shadows over the gasometers, Hutton has reached 150.

And with Leyland by his side, looks like going on to 1,000.

(pulls gate latch, switches radio off) Oh...

I thought you were Siegfried.

Since when do we have hens?

Since my big brother decided I needed to rear my own animals.

What for?

Exactly!

I thought now that I'm a fully qualified vet he'd finally stop hectoring me.

Perhaps he just doesn't know how to yet.

(sighing): I don't know.

It doesn't seem to matter what I do, it's never enough.

Then why don't you try standing up to him?

Worked for me.

You make it sound easy.

Perhaps it is.

Have you met my brother?

(laughs) What's this supposed to be?

A nest box?

Give it here.

(chickens clucking) How was your visit to the Dalby's?

It's not looking good.

Oh dear.

Oh, this is, uh, Maggie by the way.

Say hello, Maggie.

And, uh, oh look, this back one here's Brenda.

Let me guess.

They're all named after your ex-girlfriends?

No, not at all.

Ah, here she is.

This is Helen.

Especially for you, James.

Who knows, this one might even let you take her out!

(laughs) I'll have you know that Helen and I are going out on a date tomorrow night.

James, that's fantastic-- sorry-- news.

And where are you taking the lovely Helen?

Probably just the Drovers.

The Drovers?

(groans) Look, tomorrow is your big chance to finally impress Helen.

(snaps fingers) You should take her to The Renniston!

Trust me, women like to be wined and dined.

Mm, I don't know... seems a bit grand.

Can't you see it, Jim?

The music oozing out of Benny Thornton's trombone and you, full of champagne, and Helen leaning across the table, the look of love in her eyes.

(grunting) Kiss me, Helen!

(kissing sounds) Oh, okay.

(laughs) Maybe.

And I mean, after Hugh, she's probably more used to the finer things in life.

(switches radio on) ♪ ♪ (applause on radio) (birds twittering) (rooster crowing) (distant crowing continues) (footsteps approaching) MRS. HALL: You still at it?

Oh...

Sorry.

I'm still struggling to find anything that might help Mrs. Dalby.

Well, don't worry.

Here, I'll make a fresh pot.

Oh, Mrs. Hall, do you have a spare stamp?

Oh give it here, I'll post it for you.

Thank you.

How is your mother?

Still struggling.

I'm just trying to help out where I can, but it's...

I'm sure she's grateful for any help you can manage.

Well, I don't know.

It still doesn't feel like it's enough.

To be honest, I just...

I still have no idea what I'm supposed to do about the Glasgow job.

♪ ♪ (Siegfried sighs) (Tricki barks softly) ♪ ♪ Tricki's finally grown on you then?

Like a fungus.

Well, he's definitely taken a shine to you.

I assure you I've given him absolutely no reason to.

Could say the same about Tristan and he'd follow you to the ends of the earth.

Only to push me off!

(sighs): For an intelligent man, it amazes me how wide of the mark you can be about Tristan.

How are Phyllis's stirks getting on?

Not good.

It's the worst case of husk I think I've seen.

Where you up to?

So we've taken the stirks off the field, and I've suggested a diet of hay and cake.

Mm-hmm.

But without an effective treatment to speak of, I'm a bit lost as to what else I can do to try and save them.

Perhaps you can't save them.

No, every problem has a solution, I just need to find it.

I take it you've given them the throat injection.

But that's just an old farmer's tale.

Don't say that to their faces.

I don't want to give her any more false hope than I already have done.

And there's not much evidence to suggest that actually helps.

There's not much evidence that it doesn't help either, so what have you got to lose?

Morning, all!

Morning.

Morning, Tristan.

Ah, morning, Tricki.

(affectionately): Hello... (Tricki barks) Fresh eggs coming right up.

We'll make a poulterer of you yet.

♪ ♪ (kettle whistling, door closes) (pulls gate latch) Good morning, ladies!

What have you got for me today then, hey?

(chickens clucking) (gate opens) They're just getting used to their new home.

Oh poppycock!

They're chickens.

They don't know their beak from their feet.

It's your job to know what's best for them.

My job!

Exactly.

And I say they just need a bit of time and they'll figure it out for themselves.

What they need is guidance.

Find yourself something resembling an egg, then put it in the nest box-- No.

"No," what?

No, I'm not listening to you anymore.

You put me in charge of the hens so I'm going to do it my way.

You're being ridiculous!

And, I can guarantee that by tomorrow morning, these hens will have eggs coming out of their... (chicken clucks loudly) ...ears!

Wh... (Tricki growling) (chickens clucking loudly, Tricki growling) (Tricki barking, yelps) Damn it, you stupid bloody animal!

(Siegfried groans) (Tricki growling) ♪ ♪ (pulls brake, engine stops) ♪ ♪ Morning, Mrs. Dalby.

Hello.

How are they today?

Still fighting.

I've been giving them the cake and hay like you said.

BILLY: I emptied me penny jar to pay for cake.

You're a good lad, Billy.

Your dad would be proud.

Here Billy, gis' a hand with this.

(quietly): I, uh, actually dipped into the family savings to pay for the cake, but Billy was so desperate to help that I let him think we used his pennies.

Probably scatter them around the farm when he's not looking, let him think he's found more.

(chuckles) TOM: What about a throat injection?

Farmers around here swear by it.

We could try.

It's a mix of chloroform, turpentine, and creosote.

There's no guarantee that it will help, but... We can always hope, right, Mr. Herriot?

Right, aye.

Oh, it's nothing serious.

Just a small cut by the looks of it.

Well, thank God for that.

Mrs. Pumphrey would have our guts for garters.

That'll teach him to get involved with the chickens.

Will it?

What?

You know very well what.

If you'd left well alone, none of this would have happened.

How is it my fault that he... All he wants to do is make you proud, but you set these standards for him that are impossible to meet.

If you just left him to it once in a while, maybe he'd surprise you.

We're not talking about Tricki Woo anymore, are we?

We're simple folk really, Mr. Farnon.

We all just want the occasional pat on the head.

Isn't that right, Tricki?

Hm?

Hm?

(Billy sighs) Thanks for helping us with all of this, Mr. Herriot.

Yeah, thank you, Mr. Herriot.

JAMES: Not at all.

You did all the hard work; I had the easy job.

TOM: Mr. Herriot.

Mrs. Dalby.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) Here, Billy, why don't you give me a hand to fetch 'em some more hay?

♪ ♪ I'm so sorry.

(deep inhale, exhales) I'm not a farmer.

Billy was the farmer.

He knew everything there was to know and he was so proud of the life we'd built here.

And I'm letting him down.

Phyllis, you're not letting anyone down.

I know it can feel like that sometimes, but you're doing the best you can.

But what if my best isn't good enough?

What you're trying to do here is hard.

Anyone would doubt themselves.

♪ ♪ Mam, are we gonna be all right?

(Phyllis sighs) Come here, love.

♪ ♪ Course we are.

♪ ♪ (music playing on radio) MRS. HALL: Here we go, James.

All fresh and aired.

Thanks, Mrs. H. Oh, very handsome!

It'll be a miracle if they make it through the night.

Having being proved wrong, more than once, I've learned never to underestimate the resilience of nature.

TRISTAN: The farmers down at The Drovers seem to think that Phyllis can't run the place on her own.

Well, what else is she going to do?

Well, she could sell it while it's still worth something.

Sell the farm and do what, exactly?

Phyllis and Billy put everything they had into that farm.

She's not going to abandon it now and uproot those kids from the only home they've ever known.

Phyllis knows what's best for her family, despite what others might think.

(music continues playing) Right, well I best be off.

Cheerio.

Good luck.

Oh!

Wait a sec.

I've posted your letter for you.

Thanks.

I know it's hard, but you've done what you can today for Phyllis and your mother.

Now go have a wonderful time with Helen.

It's important.

(music continues playing) Mr. Ingledew!

Good evening.

I presume this is yours?

I saw them arrive yesterday.

(chicken clucks) Tristan!

Tristan!

♪ ♪ Thanks, James.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ (quietly): Come on, Anabel, let's get you home.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (laughing): God... That was close.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Damn it!

♪ ♪ Oh no... ♪ ♪ (loud grinding) Damn it!

(pulls brake, engine, stops, groaning) (sighs) ♪ ♪ Oh, dear.

You'd better come in, James.

(soft chuckle) ♪ ♪ "Oh dear" indeed.

The car ran into a bit of a ditch on the way over.

Perhaps you can borrow a pair of my dad's shoes.

Oh no, that's quite all right.

You can't go out like that.

Dad, lend James some shoes and socks, will ya?

There's really no need-- Nonsense.

Dad don't mind.

Here.

You can wipe your trousers down with this.

Thanks.

ALDERSON: Here ya go.

My old dancing shoes.

Been a while since they've had an outing.

Oh.

Honestly, I'll be fine in... JENNY: Are they not to your liking, James?

No, no.

No, these are... they're perfect.

Thank you, Mr. Alderson.

Aye.

I'll go see what Helen's up to.

James is here.

Can you make sure Dad checks the tarpaulin on the barn roof?

And make sure... Stop worrying.

Go enjoy yourself.

Me and Dad'll be just fine without you.

(door opens) Sorry, James.

♪ ♪ I thought we could go to The Renniston for dinner.

JENNY: The Renniston?

Fancy!

I should go and get changed then.

No, you look... perfect.

JENNY: Go on, then.

Don't want to be late for The Renniston.

I won't be late, Dad.

Enjoy yourself, love.

♪ ♪ (chuckling) Goodbye!

(chuckling) If you'd prefer to go to The Drovers, I'd be fine with that.

You don't want to go?

Oh no, of course.

It's a lovely idea.

I just meant, well, if you didn't want to go, then... No, of course I want to go.

Great.

Great.

(whistling) (bell rings) I'll get it.

(chickens clucking) Tristan!

SIEGFRIED: I give you this simple little job, one would have thought even you would be hard put to make a mess of it.

And look at the situation.

Not one solitary egg have we seen.

The bloody hens are flying about the place like pigeons.

And we are now permanently estranged from our neighbors.

I'm sorry, Siegfried.

I'm sure I put the latch down, I always double check.

I don't, uh... (growls) Uh, want to hear it.

Just try not to burn the house down while I'm out.

MRS. HALL: Who's up for games night?

SIEGFRIED: Sorry, Mrs. Hall, I'm out with Diana tonight.

In fact, I'm running late as it is.

I've got to see a man.

About a chicken.

Sorry, Mrs. H. Right.

Just me then, is it?

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Thank you.

♪ ♪ (music playing) Miss Alderson, how lovely to see you again.

Hello.

Would you care for a table, sir?

Yes, please.

A table for two.

Are you staying, sir?

Yes, of course I'm staying.

This way, please.

Thank you.

Thank you.

May I have your room number, sir?

Room number?

Oh, I'm not living in the hotel.

Ah, not staying then!

Ignore him.

♪ ♪ Excuse me.

(coins jangling) (music playing) How's Phyllis getting on?

She lost one of her stirks when I was there today.

Oh James, I'm so sorry.

That must have been difficult for you both.

I just wish I'd seen them sooner.

She might have had a fighting chance a week ago.

Well, you're there now.

And if anyone can pull it off, it's Phyllis.

I just worry it's too little too late.

It's not like you to give up so easily.

You didn't see her today.

She...

I don't know.

She's already having to use her winter supply of hay and spending money that she doesn't have on expensive cake.

I just don't want to give her any more false hope.

I'm sorry, I shouldn't be burdening you with all this.

You're not burdening me.

It's nice that you care.

Farming's a tough life, there's so much loss and hardship.

And it's bloody hard work.

Do you ever think you could leave?

Do something different?

Me?

Oh, I think about it all the time.

I think what it might be like not to have dirt under my fingernails every day.

Not have to worry about money, or shovel muck.

(chuckles) Thank you.

Thank you.

I've been thinking about Phyllis and farming and what you were saying just now and... And... And what, James?

Well, perhaps it doesn't have to be a struggle for Phyllis.

All the other farmers think she should sell the farm.

And maybe they're right, maybe it's not too late.

She could sell up, move away, make a fresh start somewhere new.

All the memories of Billy are tied up in that farm.

All the boys' memories.

That'd mean her leaving behind everything she's ever known.

It's what I had to do.

Well, that's different.

You made a choice to come here.

It doesn't mean it was easy.

My life was in Glasgow.

My friends, my family.

It's not the same.

Why not?

Because I'm not a farmer?

'Cause your life isn't the ground under your feet.

You haven't poured blood, sweat, and tears into the soil you plow.

You haven't raised animals from birth, knowing they could be taken from you any moment, and with them your livelihood.

I feel like you're making my argument for me.

Billy Dalby took on that farm from his father, and his father before him.

It's young Billy's birthright.

So long as there's something left to inherit.

♪ ♪ So, you can't see yourself ever leaving then?

Well, I'm not going to live with my dad forever, but I could never be too far away.

I can't expect you to understand that.

No, you're probably right.

(door open and shuts) (music playing) Is there a spare one of those going?

Coming right up.

It's not the good stuff, I'm afraid.

Siegfried would kill me.

As long as it's strong and large, I don't care.

(sighs) Want to talk about it?

Not really.

What have you been up to?

Oh, the usual-- disappointing Siegfried, annoying the neighbors, creating avian anarchy.

Siegfried's still on your case then?

Oh, I think it's his life's work to be on my case.

His magnum opus will be the utter destruction and destitution of his little brother.

Did you try standing up to him, like I suggested?

I did, yes, now it's made everything worse.

But I've got a plan.

♪ ♪ What are you going to do, just keep buying eggs?

I don't know.

It might seem like the easy option, but won't it feel like a shallow victory?

A victory is a victory, nonetheless.

(birds chirping) Hello.

Look at that!

(laughs) He's only gone and bloody done it.

Ah, the taste of a fresh egg, can't beat it.

Are you heading up to the Dalby's today?

Unfortunately, yes.

I have no idea what to say to the poor woman.

I could see the look of hope on her face when I gave the stirks the throat injection.

I don't know, I just don't feel like I'm being honest.

Honesty is the best policy.

Well, of course the throat injection was never going to work.

What?

But you were the one that told me to give it to them.

This isn't about the injection.

Look, it's the worst part of the job, when you realize that everything's in the lap of the gods, but at least now you can look Phyllis in the eye and tell her that you've tried absolutely everything.

And as long as you've tried everything, then you've done your job.

You'll find the right thing to say, I've no doubt.

Thanks, Siegfried.

I know that I can set these high standards at times, and perhaps come across as slightly overbearing.

Slightly?

It's only because I want the best for you both and... Tristan, maybe I should trust you a bit more.

And recognize your successes when you have them.

It's a week's wage.

Well done, you were right about the hens, and you've more than proved yourself of late.

Thanks, Siegfried.

You've earned it.

(sighs) Actually, I've got a confession to make.

I think I'd better get going.

A confession?

(sighs) It's just I wanted so desperately to make you proud and do something right for a change and... (sighs) I lied.

I bought the eggs from the grocer's and planted them in the nest box last night.

Here.

Right.

(Tricki Woo growling) (whines) Take it.

We all make mistakes.

The thing is to forgive and learn from them.

What mistakes?

Well, it might have been me that left the barn door open.

In my defense, Tricki had just been attacked and...

I suppose that makes us even, doesn't it?

Oh, does it?

I'd take it if I were you.

(bell rings) I'll get it.

Thanks, Siegfried.

(door shuts) Mr. Ingledew.

I found these in our vegetable patch.

I'm guessing they belong to you, seeing as I don't keep any hens.

Not that you'd think it.

SIEGFRIED: Right.

Thank you, and I do apologize for the... (door opens) TRISTAN: Well, what do you know?

They did figure it out for themselves after all.

Perhaps, what we've learned from this is that the hens might be better placed with the Ingledews.

I suppose we all end up where we belong.

Eventually.

(birds chirping) I see you've lost another one.

We have, but Mrs. Dalby's sure she's noticed an improvement in the others' appetite.

So that must be a good sign?

Let's go have a look at them, shall we?

How are they looking, Mr. Herriot?

I wish I had some better news, but they're still very sick.

Now, I know you've told me not to turn the young beasts out onto the field anymore but... (sighs) isn't there a way around it?

Perhaps it could help to get them back outside?

No, I'm sorry.

Until there's a vaccine, there's no way of safeguarding them against husk.

Then we will just have to find another solution.

I... Mrs. Dalby, this is what I've been meaning to talk to you about.

I've been giving the matter a great deal of thought and, well, you've lost so much already.

I just couldn't live with myself if I didn't give you my honest opinion.

I see.

I'm so sorry, I really am, but we've tried everything now and there's still a very real chance you could end up losing the entire herd.

So, there's a chance that we might not, then?

A slim one, yes.

I've given you so much false hope already.

I really think that now your best course of action is to sell the farm, before it's too late.

There's nothing false about hope, Mr. Herriot.

Yes, but...

I appreciate your honesty, I do.

But I've been giving it a great deal of thought, too.

And I understand the risk involved.

But when I look around, I don't just see the things I've lost or might lose...

I see everything that I have.

I see my boys.

How I've so much worth fighting for still.

And I owe it to them, to my family, not to give up.

Even if it is the slimmest of chances, I'll take it.

I might not have been able to save my husband, Mr. Herriot, but I can save our farm.

Our home.

So, I'll be staying put.

Like my Billy always used to say, "Only them as has 'em can lose 'em."

(chuckles) Now, come on, you must have one of these scones.

They're fresh from the oven.

♪ ♪ Hey, Billy!

No time for games no more, Mr. Herriot.

I'm man o' the house, now.

Got some stirks that need saving.

Of course.

See you, Billy.

Bye, Mr. Herriot.

(birds chirping, squawking) (announcer speaking indistinctly on radio) ANNOUNCER: ...Bradman's record.

Bradman himself watching from the outfield as Fleetwood-Smith comes into bowl.

Hutton cuts it through the covers... SIEGFRIED: He's done it!

(clapping, laughing) Well done, Hutton.

Oh, how wonderful.

(laughs) Oh, Len.

SIEGFRIED: Brilliant.

Brilliant.

Oh, how wonderful.

(chuckles) (bell rings) ANNOUNCER: ...the man with the cricketing... (Tricki Woo barks) (clears throat) (barks) (exhales) I'll get it.

(door opens) MRS. PUMPHREY: Oh, Tricki, Mummy's here!

Oh, my darling, dearest boy!

(Tricki Woo barks) How have you been?

Mrs. Pumphrey, do come in.

Thank you.

Forgive my early arrival, our separation became far too unbearable.

Quite all right.

I'll fetch some tea.

Do sit down, Mrs. Pumphrey, allow me.

Thank you.

I so appreciate his Uncle Herriot looking after him so well.

Where is our dear James?

Out on a call, I'm afraid.

Oh, what a pity.

How was your trip?

Oh, Hutton and Leyland made quite the pair.

I almost dropped my binoculars in all the excitement.

We just heard, Hutton beat Bradman's record.

Terrific!

Of course Tricki suffers most dreadfully from travel sickness, so we're forced to be apart for the duration.

It was the whiff of manure wafting from the pitch that made me yearn for home and my beloved boy.

Which reminds me, I do hope that you're practicing your inswinger, ready for my little cricket match this summer.

Of course, wouldn't miss it for the world, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Wonderful.

Ooh look, Tricki, your favorite.

He does love a homemade biscuit.

They're actually for you, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Oh, I only eat a Fortnum myself, but Tricki's a little less fussy.

And how has my darling boy been?

I do hope he's behaved himself.

Well... um... (quietly) Honesty.

Yes.

Truth be told, there was a slight incident.

I took temporary charge of Tricki Woo while James... while Uncle Herriot was on a call.

Turned my back for a second, and Tricki did receive a tiny peck from one of our hens.

(Tricki Woo growls) I take full responsibility, I'm terribly sorry.

Oh, Tricki always goes completely cracker-dog when there's a chicken in sight.

Tricki Woo Lally, I call it!

I couldn't tell you what he has against them, but that'll be the fifth peck he's had this year.

Oh, right.

(Tricki Woo growls) MRS. PUMPHREY: Perhaps it's because he's an only dog.

I do think that an only develops more prejudices than one from a large family.

Wouldn't you agree?

♪ ♪ MRS. PUMPHREY: Try not to be (Tricki Woo whines) upset, you'll see your uncles again very soon.

And the pain of parting is nothing to the joy of meeting again.

Thank you, right.

Good day, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Goodbye, Tricki.

(Tricki Woo barks) Oh, of course, Tricki, yes.

Where are my manners?

Francois, would you mind?

You reminded me!

To say thank you.

Oh.

(chuckles) (Tricki Woo barks) To his Uncle Herriot.

Ah.

The kippers, exquisite.

(Tricki Woo barks) Right.

Home please, Francois.

Toodle-oo!

Bye bye!

Toodle-oo!

Come on.

♪ ♪ (brake engaged, engine stops) (light hammering) (sheep bleating) Phyllis lost another stirk.

Few more are on the way out.

But she is determined to keep going.

Even if it's only with half her herd.

You were right, I get it now.

I'm sorry about... (climbs ladder) This was my mum's favorite spot, up here on this roof.

We used to come up here at lunchtime and eat our sandwiches.

And she'd point out different part of the farm and tell me, that's where you scraped your knee, trying to jump over the bales.

That's where you helped out with your first lambing.

And that spot there... that's where I told yer dad I were pregnant with you, and his grin filled his whole face.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Happy birthday.

TRISTAN: I'm planning a very civilized evening.

Who exactly might you want to invite?

Hello.

MRS. HALL: You had a chance to talk over Glasgow with her?

Not yet.

Are you sending me to the estate?

If you think you can handle it.

TRISTAN: He's just waiting for me to mess it up.

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