05x05 - Pair Bond

[bunniefuu]

[theme music playing]

[engines roaring]

Morning, Mr Endleby!

- How are you?
- Morning.

Good morning.
These are for you.

Good morning.

Morning.

[man] Come on.
We're gonna be late.

[man #2]
I don't know where I'm going.

[knocking]

I'll get it.

Morning.
Parcel for you, Mr Carmody.

- Thank you so much.
- Bye.

[dog barks]

[parcel rattling]

Well, well, Hamish,
what have we got here?

I bet you can smell it,
can't you?

What is this, then?

- Yes, it's porridge.
- It's nice.

Can you guess what this is?

Aha! Droppings!

In the post?

Ah, it's our new
preventative measures.

Modern, isn't it? Yes.
Carmody thought of it.

We test for conditions
before animals develop symptoms.

Notice anything?

Oi!

Well, the size of pellets.

Pygmy goats?

On the Grantley Estate.

It's quite the menagerie out there.

Might quickly pop these
under the microscope.

Oh, I'll join you.

Oh, Mr Farnon,
I were about to serve breakfast.

Don't worry.
This won't take a moment.

Oh, I'll have his.

Oh. [sniffs]
Bloomin' cold.

- Hmm.
- Bad news, is it? Worms?

Plenty of eggs in here.

Roundworm, I'd say.

Mm.
We're low on Piperazine.

- New stock arrived yesterday.
- Ah.

Yes, the infestation is advanced.

Better get up to the Grantley Place
pronto, before it gets out of hand.

Thankfully, we're on to it
before they've exhibited symptoms.

- Yes, bravo.
- [Hall] On the table!

We can see if that new worming
g*n delivers as expected.

- Let's hope.
- [chuckles]

- Morning.
- Morning.

Blimey, James,
you look the worse for wear.

Enjoy your lie-in?

Tristan took me drinking
last night, in Ilkley.

Oh, that den of iniquity.
Feeling wretched, are we?

- Aye.
- Oh.

Did you have a fun night at the pub?

You poor, poor man.

You need to mend this today.

Absolutely.
I'll see to it.

But first, sustenance.

Sustenance.
[snorting]

[baby cooing, laughing]

First this, I reckon.

Mrs H, you're a godsend.

I'm down for morning surgery,
aren't I?

Hmm. Oh, don't fret.
Enjoy your breakfast.

You have nine minutes.

[groaning]

Legendary night, old chap.

Set the bar high.
Can we beat it tonight?

- God damn it, we'll try.
- Tonight?

Yeah, drinks with
the Otley cricket Eleven.

Hoping they'll let me play a game.

I'm not hearing hesitation
there, am I, co-pilot?

This is vital work
for the w*r effort.

I expect my brain will be
reassembled by this evening.

Good.

Didn't you have
a lecture to prepare?

- Mm.
- A lecture?

[Tristan]
In Doncaster tomorrow.

Getting the recruits ready
for the North African front.

Just adding
some final touches today.

What's it on?

Mule hydration in desert conditions.

- Sounds a bit dry.
- [laughter]

Thanks. I think you've just
given me my first line.

I thought you were
just finishing it off.

Oh, don't worry.
It's all up here.

It's just a case of letting it
flow out onto the page.

Popular this morning, Mr Carmody.

[Helen]
Don't keep us in suspense.

What type of poo
did you get this time?

Mm.
Looks official.

Royal Veterinary College.

That's your exam results.

Chop-chop, man.
Open it.

And?

Says here I got a distinction.

- Oh, Richard.
- Oh, bravo.

Apparently the outstanding
distinction in the year.

- Well-done, old chap.
- Well-done, Mr Carmody.

That's incredible.
I never thought I'd see the day

someone bested me at exams.

That is tremendous news.
Might I see?

Thank you.
I think I need to take a moment.

The second he's centre of attention,
the boy runs a mile.

Wonder what his plans are now.
He's qualified.

If we're keeping him here, we'll
have to formally offer him a job.

Well, we couldn't do any better.

I take it you have no objection.

Aye, he just about passes muster.

It's a pleasure working
alongside him.

Finally, a scientific brain
and veterinary intelligence

that matches my own.

Oh, don't mind me, Siegfried.

- [doorbell ringing]
- Don't mind me.

[Siegfried]
Door!

[doorbell ringing]

Door!

[James]
Bye, Jimmy.

[Doris]
Mr Carmody, isn't it?

You fixed up Candy, didn't you?
Jenny's horse.

Yes, I...

Richard.

Yes.
The horse.

Candy is a horse.

Lovely morning.

I... like the sun, um...
and the blue, blue sky.

Important factors
that make up a lovely morning.

You're not wrong there.

Please. Um, Mr Herriot
will see you in a moment.

Take a seat, Doris.
Be with you shortly.

Goodness.

What are you doing?

[ferret squeaking]

That land girl...
her name escapes me.

I'm surprised you'd forget.
Such a beautiful, musical name.

- Doris.
- Quite.

When she's near,
I exhibit certain symptoms.

My heart rate goes up.
My pupils dilate.

Mr Farnon, my diagnosis is
that I'm developing

romantic feelings for Doris.

That would also be my diagnosis.

It may surprise you to know,
but I haven't had a great deal

of experience in this area.

That is surprising.

So I badly need some advice.

Lucky Tristan's on hand.

You could always ask me.

I happen to be an expert
in affairs of the heart.

Really?

It's just I've been here 18 months.

I don't think I've once seen you
with a woman.

[engine starts]

Well, only because there's a w*r on.

Richard, you can trust me
on this one.

I know what I'm talking about.

Very kind offer.

And if Tristan omits anything,
I'll be sure to pick up with you.

Magnificent animal.

What have you been feeding him?

David's not even my biggest.

Got yourself a Goliath, have you?

[both laugh]

Happen I have.

Our new rat catchers.

Danby's got me training
eight of them now.

Looks like they enjoy
the taste of fingers.

Haven't got the measure of them yet.

Mm.

Is it bad?

I reckon he must have snagged
himself in a piece of wire

or summat.

It were your first ratting,
weren't it, David?

- [ferret squeaking]
- It's fairly deep, unfortunately.

Is he healthy otherwise?

[Doris]
Seems to be.

I'll remove any dirt and debris,
and then we'll operate.

Operate?
Is he gonna be all right?

Oh, yes.
It's a simple enough procedure.

Though I will have to sedate him.

I'll do it after morning surgery.

But Mr Danby expects me back.

You're to leave him here.

Pick him up later in the afternoon?

Right you are.

- [door opens]
- Oh.

- [bell jingling, baby laughing]
- Yes!

You love it.
Ah, Doris!

Mrs Herriot.

Hello there, you.

Oh.
What happened to you?

Oh, one of my new ferrets.
He's in for an operation.

Oh, James will see him right.

Well, Mr Danby doesn't like
to be kept waiting.

Ta-ta!

Our Jenny mentioned you were
having a few snags with Danby.

Oh, no.
No...

Well, he's not the easiest.

Should we fix this up?

Have a brew while we're at it.

- Thanks, Mrs Herriot.
- It's Helen.

Mm.

What?

Helps me think.

[dog whines softly]

Yeah, all right.

[Siegfried]
I'm curious about something.

[Carmody]
Please.

[Siegfried]
I was under the impression

that receiving the outstanding
distinction in your year

put one in line
for the Warner's prize.

- Oh?
- Yes, a...

a research program
at, uh, Imperial London.

So has that been discontinued?

Actually, it's not discontinued.

They offered it to me.

[tyres screech]

You got it?
But that's splendid!

What an incredible honour!

But that must have been
in your letter.

Why on earth would you keep it
under your hat?

Because... much as I'd love
to spend my time researching,

- I can't possibly accept.
- Why not?

I've heard soldiers' stories
firsthand.

I'm not fighting.
At least I should be serving.

Vets are vital to the w*r effort.

- You...
- Me off having a jolly in a lab

while everyone else is suffering?

No, I'd feel like
some kind of libertine.

- Well...
- In fact, now I'm qualified,

I rather hoped I might stay on
at Skeldale.

You're saying you're turning down
the Warner's to stay here?

Of course, when the w*r's won, you
may wish for a new veterinary team.

- That's understood.
- Richard, you're in.

There's nothing I'd like more.

[Grantley]
I'm in here!

- [Carmody] Miss Grantley.
- [Grantley] Mr Carmody.

[Carmody] How are those goats
of yours faring?

Well, they're in fine spirits,
I'd say.

I was surprised by your call.

- What's so urgent?
- Roundworm.

- Oh.
- Don't worry.

Thanks to our new postal
pellet system,

we're on to it before your herd
suffer any consequences.

- Oh, that's marvellous. Thank you.
- No. Thank you.

Believe it or not, you're the only
client who agreed to post me faeces.

[chuckles]

This is Mr Farnon.

[chuckles]
Catherine Grantley.

Siegfried Farnon.

- How do you do?
- How do you do?

I was up here before
for your brother's beagles.

Um, he mentioned you lived abroad.

Persia.

The w*r took him to London.

So I'm taking care of the estate
while he's gone.

Right.
Follow me.

[speaking Farsi]

[dogs barking]

[Siegfried]
I thought it was the brother

who was looking after the estate.

Why didn't you tell me the sister
who was running things?

Brother, sister...
what difference does it make?

It's just highly unprofessional
not to give me the full information.

Is it?

[goats bleating]

[baby cooing]

He just can't see past the fact I'm
a girl who grew up in the big city.

Sounds like Danby, all right.
The old man's set in his ways.

- You mustn't take it to heart.
- I'm not scared of farm work.

But when I ask Mr Danby
for advice, the man just grunts.

I'm forever sprinting to Heston
to ask Jenny.

Luckily, I know how to interpret
the Danby grunts.

Turns out there's only three kinds.

There's one like this.

Mm.
[exhales deeply]

That means, "Stop, stop!
You're doing it wrong."

Ugh.
"Work faster, will ya?"

Number three... Mmmgh.

"Carry on
while I have an afternoon nap."

Sometimes till dinnertime.

[Helen] Well, I know
you don't mind a bit of graft.

I do not.

You know, there's plenty of folk,
you threw them in

at the deep end like that,
they'd just drown.

Still, it wouldn't hurt Danby
to give Doris clear instructions.

[baby squealing]

Oh, and that means,
"I need my nappy changing."

Oh!

[horn honking]

[man]
Watch where you're going!

[tyres screech, horn honking]

[knocking]

Mrs Hall, we have a situation.

[duck squawks, dog barking]

A situation?

Summat dropped on Mr Hampson's
top field last night.

An unidentified object.

Sorry.
Do you mean a b*mb?

Shh!

Someone hears us, panic will spread
through Darrowby like wildfire.

Careless talk costs lives.

But if it's a...

...shouldn't we call in
the Home Guard?

No, that's just it.

Protocol demands that we wardens
make the initial assessment.

In fact, I was halfway there
when I remembered

section 15, rule 5B
of the handbook...

"Two wardens must be present
to confirm any sighting."

- I'll grab my coat.
- Mrs Hall, think, think, think.

It's official business.
A uniform is mandatory.

Well, shouldn't we just get there
as fast as possible?

Why don't I grab my helmet?

Uh...

Well, then I...
I suppose I'll change.

Yes.
I'll be outside.

Luckily, I managed to commandeer
a vehicle.

Ey-up, Mr Bosworth.

Doris, from up Mr Danby's.

You wanted me to paint all his cows.

Stuck in my memory
for some reason.

Ah, yes, I remember.

And where's that lovely dog
of yours today?

I'm afraid dear Bingo has
departed this world.

Oh.
Oh, I'm so sorry to hear that.

Mrs Hall, I'll be outside.

- [duck squawking, dog barking]
- Bless him.

Poor man took it hard.

Though he did drive us
half mad that day,

acting like a bit of paint on cows

was gonna make Mr Hitler
turn his tanks round.

Oh, well, see?
Silver linings.

All your employer does is grunt.

[laughing]
Small mercies.

[goats bleating]

There you are.
All done.

Looks like you chaps
are making progress.

Indeed we are.

And our new worming g*n
is working a treat.

Oh.
[chuckles]

You know, I'm intrigued.
Why Persia?

Miss Grantley's an archaeologist.

Yes, I-I've lived there for,
um... wow...

over 20 years or more.

But unfortunately,
Iran's shah is rather taken

with our n*zi opponents,
so I had to stop digging.

Yeah. The w*r demands sacrifices
from us all.

- Yes.
- Yes, it does.

Well, that about does it.

Only the two little ones
under the tree.

Ah. [chuckles]
These are my favourites.

They're brothers, you know.

Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjóstr.

Oh, I'm honoured.

The goats who pull Thor's chariot,
no less.

- You know your Norse mythology.
- Oh, a little.

[both chuckle]

Hi, baby.

- They're hypersensitive.
- [goat bleating]

Skin crawling, is it?
Magnesium deficiency?

They're being supplemented.

These two have been itching
something rotten.

I've heard horror stories
about roundworm.

Well, that's just it.
Roundworm wouldn't make them itch.

- [goat bleating]
- So we have a co-morbidity.

Two illnesses presenting
at the same time.

It's something of a mystery.

- Lice?
- A mystery?

Don't worry. We're not talking
the lost treasure of Darius.

We'll soon have an answer for you.

[speaking Farsi]

[goat bleats]

- What?
- That's it.

- Lice?
- No.

You.

Your pupils are dilated.

You were blushing,
mirroring her actions.

- You're attracted to Miss Grantley.
- Oh, for God's sake.

The symptoms never lie.

Yes, and that's why you were annoyed

I didn't mention
that the owner was female.

You wished to prime your feathers
in readiness.

Don't be absurd.
Give me that.

All right, lad.
Here we go.

Here we go.
There you are.

There you are, lad.

And it's Hedley Verity!

Hedley Verity
from the Kirkstall Lane end!

- [laughing]
- [ferret squeaks]

[James]
Tristan, what the...

Oh, I thought you just might want
a little interruption.

No, I would not.
Now I've lost the blasted ferret.

- Oh.
- Shut the door, will you?

- He'll end up hunting Vonolel.
- Bloody hell, James.

Why didn't you keep a nice,
firm hold of it, man?

I'm busy!

Perfectly understand.

Oh, that's it, lad.
That's it, that's it.

There we are.
There we go, lad.

[Tristan]
[knocking] James.

I've set the stumps up in the yard
for when you are finished.

[indistinct shouting]

Oh, goodness me.

I specifically warned
Mr Hampson not to talk.

[Hall]
Some folk.

They hear there might be a b*mb,
they rush to get close.

Mrs Hall, please.
Not the "B" word.

Remember, careless talk costs lives.

- Stand well back!
- It's over there.

Get out!
[blows whistle]

The head warden is here!

The head warden is in charge!

I am in charge!
I am in charge! Move back!

Move back!
Move well back!

Right.

Ugh!
Bloody...

[Hall]
There. Do you see it?

There's a trail.

[Bosworth]
Yes. An impact trail.

[Hall]
So we follow it.

Proceed with extreme caution,
Mrs Hall.

Mr Bosworth, say we do find
a b*mb...

Ah, ah! In the event
of a positive assessment,

we phone from Hampson's and report
to the District Report Centre.

Stay alert, Mrs Hall.
Proceed with caution.

Oh.

[grunting]

[ducks squawking]

Bloody hell.

Mrs Hall, we only need to
identify it.

That's not a b*mb.

That's a flight crate.

No, don't.
Don't!

It... It might be munitions.

We don't know what's inside.

Oh. Well, we do, actually.
[chuckles]

Tinned potatoes.

Powdered eggs.

Flour.

Toothbrushes, paste, soap.

So someone could have landed here.

n*zi spies.

Well, do Nazis use Pears soap?

And Gibbs SR toothpaste?

No. No, this will have come
from one of our planes.

We'll probably find they've had
a call about another one

further down the road.

Mr Herriot says it's common.

When fuel runs low,
they dump the excess weight.

Mm. It's one possibility
amongst many.

And since, Mrs Hall,
you are not yourself

an expert on spies or bombs...

Shh! Careless talk.

...I-I-I would simply advise

that you resist
jumping to conclusions.

You may be risking innocent lives!

So it's not lice.

Where do we go from here?

Damn puzzle is what it is.

Why aren't they with the others?

Come on. They've been under that
tree the whole time we've been here.

Golly.
You've figured it out, haven't you?

[chuckling]

Well, it's a lovely, sunny day.

Suggests some reaction
to the hot weather.

- Heat stress?
- Then why the itching?

Or light.

Oh, I know where you're going
with this. Wait.

[goats bleating]

St. John's wort.

[Siegfried] I think the brothers
have been munching on it.

And now they don't want to go
into the sun.

It's made them photosensitive.

They don't want to risk
getting sunburnt.

Splendid.
Well-done, Mr Farnon.

Ah, tosh. You'd have put it
together before long.

[Grantley] Good news?

I was about to offer you some coffee.

Mr Farnon's just solved it.

- Oh?
- He's such an accomplished vet.

All in all, he's clever, dependable,
the kindest of men...

...and not currently in a pair bond.

[chuckling]
Come on. Come on.

Listen, Carmody.
That was bloody embarrassing.

What the hell were you thinking?

But you like her,
so why wouldn't I help?

A pair bond?

Humans are like swans and foxes.

They generally thrive
in pair bonds.

Carmody, this is far from
your area of expertise.

Very far.

There's a... a pace at which
these things are done, a subtlety.

Sorry.

It's just you looked
like you might be succumbing

to fight-or-flight.

Raised anxiety because you were
overwhelmed by your attraction.

I know what it means.

Richard, I am perfectly capable
with women.

Perfectly capable!

Oh.

Just get these two inside...
out of the sunlight.

Coffee's ready for you both.

- Thank you, Miss Grantley.
- Thank you, Miss Grantley.

[baby babbling]

Why does this blasted thing
hate me so much?

Oh, dear. Bye-bye.
Bye-bye, little man.

Bye-bye.

Hold on.
What are you going?

I promised I'd pull out
Dot Fawcett's radishes.

Good luck.

Oh, there he is...
my errant batsman.

Mind if I borrow him for 30 minutes?

Want to see
if he can spot my googly.

- Try me at the weekend.
- I'll tell you what. I'll help.

We finish in double time.
Time you save, you bat.

I've got Jimmy for an hour
and then I'm back in surgery.

Siegfried's got a much better
screwdriver than that.

Two seconds.

It's not enough that we're back out
drinking again tonight.

How on earth did I end up
looking after Tristan

on top of everything else?

The night calls, Jimmy teething.

Do you know,
it's not that complicated.

You just tell Tris you're staying in.

If he's redeployed,
he might not be back forever.

He'll need some happy memories.

Tristan's had enough
drunken nights to last a lifetime.

Talk to him.

Cheerio, Helen.
Here we are, old boy.

- Sha-roooooom!
- [baby laughing]

Now let's show your daddy
how it's done.

All right.
Pass it here.

No.

- In the left.
- Watch and learn.

[clattering]

[baby shouting, cooing]

[Bosworth] I shall make my report
to the District Report Centre

from the Hampsons' property.

Not a word to these bystanders.

They mustn't hear about
the tinned potatoes.

Head Office may wish to make
further identification.

What, so now you're gonna call out
the Home Guard

to identify a bar of soap?

It's important to dot the I's
and cross the T's. That's all.

You're not still thinking
it's enemy spies?

Nobody parachuted off that plane.

- We can't say for certain!
- What's got into you?

Anybody would think you want
Darrowby to be in danger.

Come on, now.
I've got a busy day.

Well, the quicker I get my report in,
the safer Darrowby will be.

Fine!
I will utilise my home telephone.

Ugh!

Absolutely, it will be with you.

I have it right here
in my hands, the next draft.

Mm-hm.


Friday. I'll be there.
Goodbye.

- Thank you, Martha.
- [Martha] Madam.

I'm confused, Mr Carmody.

St. John's wort is, uh, a boost
to humans but toxic to goats?

Same compound responsible,
actually... hypericin.

One of my absolute favourites.

On contact with light,
the hypericin seeks out

the goats' unpigmented cells
under the white hair

and destroys their walls,

causing a severe
inflammatory reaction.

I can see why you're so fond of it.

There's rather
a lovely passage about it

in Wilkes and Graham,
in fact.

Oh, I have a first edition
up on the, uh...

the top shelf
with my husband's books.

Have a look.

Oh.

I will indeed.

So your husband stayed out east,
did he?

Well, you could say that.

He, um, contracted malaria
out there and... died.

Oh, I'm terribly sorry.

I know how devastating...

No. It was...
It was so long ago.

And I was so young,
I can barely remember him.

[both chuckle]

This was all before the Great w*r.

And since then, I've lived my life
free of men's plans for me.

[Carmody]
Ah!

That boy.

Got the top distinction
in his year.

Won a prestigious research post
in London.

Golly.
How smashing.

Although I can't say
I'm surprised.

You know,
I think I'm putting it together.

Your love for goats.

Weren't they first domesticated
in Persia?

They were.
Do you know when?

I'd say around 10,000 years ago.

Jolly good.

In later Persian civilisations,

goats represented divine order
and goodness.

And is that what
you're writing about?

No, actually.
My book is more of an overview.

Based loosely on a series of
lectures I teach at Cambridge.

"Zarathustra and Ziggurats."

[chuckles]
It all sounds fascinating.

Digging for treasure.

Forgotten civilisations
appearing out of the dust.

- Not a normal life.
- Hmm.

I sometimes wonder
what I missed out on.

But you've lived on the other side
of the world.

- You must have seen so much.
- There were forks in the road.

And you never do find out
what might have happened

going the other way.

No, you don't.

The Persians believed
divine will was expressed

through a person's particular
talents and interests.

And I, um...

...I really can't think of a better
way to navigate one's life.

Mr Farnon tells me you're...
you're leaving for London.

Congratulations.

Your prize.

- Oh, I'm not accepting it.
- No?

I'd much rather stay here as a vet,
help with the w*r effort.

Oh.
Oh, right. Of course.

So, "Ziggurats and Zarathustra."

Actually, it's the other way around.

I'd be fascinated to read it.

Well, I...
[chuckles]

I-I do have a-a-a draft copy.
I...

It's rather long.
Are you quite sure?

It would be a privilege.

Well, you would be under absolutely
no obligation whatsoever.

But if you did decide to tackle it,

I would be very interested to know
how it lands with the general reader.

You know, I do believe she likes
those fine feathers of yours.

Keep it down.
Keep it down.

- [chuckles]
- Oh. Well...

I shall treasure it.
Thank you.

- Hm.
- Miss Grantley.

Mr Farnon.

Cheerio, Miss Grantley.

- Cheerio.
- [peacock calling]

- Oh. Thank you.
- All right.

Thank you.

Man who sold 'em said ferrets take
out rats quicker than strychnine.

I can quite believe it.

These chaps are
their natural predators.

Well, thank you, Mr Herriot.

Oh, how long till he's back rutting?

- Oh, a week should do it.
- Right.

- You use strychnine before?
- Aye.

Well, fat chance of getting your
hands on any these past few months.

It's like gold dust.

Mr Farnon said Bingo's
symptoms were consistent

with strychnine poisoning.

I'd never leave rat poison
lying around.

Just you said, Mr Bosworth
were off at Danby's with Bingo.

What did you do with the rats
after you poisoned them?

I buried them, like Mr Danby said.

- How deep?
- Danby didn't say.

Doris, when a rat dies from poison,
the corpse stays full of it.

You have to bury 'em deep
otherwise the foxes dig 'em up

and poison themselves.

Right.
It's just around this wall here.

Oh, no!
I didn't leave it dug up like this.

Hey.

Sorry. I don't think you buried
'em deep enough.

So it was me?

I m*rder*d Bingo?

Well, you weren't to know.

Nobody told you any different,
did they?

This is his responsibility... Danby.

Well, I better tell Mr Bosworth.

Why don't you let me
break it to him first?

I could good and well throttle you.

If you showed one ounce
of human kindness,

that dog would still be alive.

Come on. What have you got to say
for yourself?

Bah!

[laughs]

Googly!
Yes!

See? Told you, didn't I?
Went the other way entirely.

You've bamboozled Mr James Herriot.

But could you get it by
Mr Len Hutton?

Yes, undoubtedly.

Come on, Jimmy lad.
Nap time.

Oh, whoa. James.
Get back to the crease.

- I wouldn't mind bowling again.
- Sorry. Can't.

Tris, I said we'd play,
and we played.

- For what, 10 minutes?
- Twenty, actually.

- Look...
- Ah! Let me guess.

You're about to pull out
of tonight, aren't you?

Tactical rest before the weekend?
I understand.

I'll call the Otley boys
and rearrange.

Can't do the weekend, either.

Oh.

- Something up?
- Look, all this rabble-rousing.

Time was I'd be
right on your shoulder.

- But Helen doesn't mind.
- Oh, it's me.

I want to enjoy my time with Jimmy,

and I want my mind clear
to do my best work.

You just can't keep up with me,
can you?

I can still have fun
like the old days.

Just not every night.

And better if you give me
some warning.

Sorry, old chap.

Oh, perhaps I took it a little
too far.

I just wanted to make
the most of being back.

- You're all right, though?
- Of course.

Come here, old chap.

Uh, speaking of responsibilities,

finished that lecture of yours,
have you?

Oh, what? You think I've been
distracting you with cricket

to avoid getting it done?

What about your playpen?

Shouldn't you be getting back
to that, hmm?

- One more over.
- That's the ticket.

[James]
Come on, Jimmy lad.

What's your father's forward defence,
my boy!

[baby cooing]

Show us your best googly, then.

[Tristan] Googly!

- Yes!
- I wasn't ready.

And again.

He told me he'd made
his decision.

I see.

I should have set him straight
this morning.

Damn it, I just wasn't prepared
for him leaving so suddenly.

It's natural enough.
You want them close.

I've gotten used to him being around.

I was... selfish.

You've helped that boy enormously.

And what better culmination
than in winning that prize?

It's not up to me, though.

That boy seems to have his mind
all made up.

I reckon there's more behind it
than that.

Think how Mr Carmody
were brought up,

being sent from pillar to post.

Yes.

Yes. No, you might be
on to something there.

Thank you, Mrs Hall.
I'll talk to him again.

- What?
- What?

[baby cooing]

You look busy.

Let me guess.
Imperial College.

- Your brother told you.
- Just now.

Not an easy decision,
as you can imagine.

Oh, I know exactly how it feels.

I refused the Warner's, too.

Oh. Right.
So...

Oh, I see.
You're pulling my leg.

- Yes.
- [sighs]

Damn hard to find the right phrasing.

They're honouring me,
but my reply sounds like

I'm giving them
some kind of moral lecture.

Well, good luck.

You know...

...there was a time when I couldn't
imagine leaving Skeldale, either.

[vehicle approaching, horn honking]

[horn honking]

[Bosworth]
Right! What's happening?

[indistinct conversation]

Oh, come on, Audrey.

Get it over with.

[Bosworth] Make a note
on your pantry door, all right?

- Okay. I'm so sorry.
- Remember. Remember.

Mr Bosworth?

Can I have a word?

Well, what a bloomin' stupid way
for Bingo to go.

I'll need a word with her.

She feels awful about it.

S-She wants to apologise in person.

Apologise?
I don't want to hear it.

Will that bring him back?
No.

In fact, if you're talking to her,
tell her this for me.

Tell her... Tell her...

...Bingo brought me
so much happiness.

I'll not have him bringing misery
to her.

And so, in conclusion,

artful management of water supply,
water conservation,

shade, and rest will protect
your mules from dehydration,

even in the most scorching
of deserts.

Thank you.
Thank you very much.

What do you think?
Too long.

[baby farts, squeals]

No. You're right.
It's perfect, isn't it?

Perfect.
What did you think?

Do you have any notes?
No? No notes?

[grunting]

[dog whines]

[Siegfried]
You wrote your letter, then?

In time to catch the evening post.

Took me ages to figure out
how to phrase it.

Better for it to be logical.

Struggling to find the logic,
were you?

No.
My answer made complete sense.

I just don't know anymore.
That's the truth of it.

You know,
if you were to go off to London,

I hope you know there's
always a place here for you.

No. See, if I took the Warner's,

I'd be leaving practice
to do research primarily.

I don't mean as a vet.

Oh.

- [baby cooing]
- And that should...

- ...do it.
- Oh!

There we go.

- Aw!
- [baby cooing, bell jingling]

Oh!
Ooh!

- [Helen] What's that now?
- [James] Ooh!

[clears throat]

Well... I...

Well, I think I have
an announcement.

Hamish.

This morning I found out
I was awarded the Warner's prize.

Accepting it would mean
an imminent departure for London.

- Oh.
- The Warner's, eh?

After some consideration...
I've decided to accept.

That's bloody marvellous, old chap.

Ten days' time I start,
down in London.

But that's so soon.

It must have been a tough decision,
pal.

But I see great things ahead.

Oh, come here.
Bloomin' wonderful news.

The place won't be the same.

Rather wish I could take you all
with me.

Well, that'd be some suitcase.

Right.
This calls for a celebratory drink.

I mean, I'm finally getting
my bed back.

[James]
Hey.

James won't be able to make it,
of course.

You have to give him
at least six months' notice.

- Ha ha.
- Richard, beers.

You go.
I'll join you.

I have to do some reading.

Mrs Hall, you don't happen to have
the phone number for Danby Farm?

Thanks for being
so understanding about this, Tris.

Helen?

Hey, I'd love a night off.

You'll be all right with Jimmy,
won't you?

I suppose I'll have to be.

Have a good time.
Ha!

Hi, Jimmy.
Do you like your new playpen?

[baby babbling, bell jingling]

[James laughs]

Thank you.

- [baby crying]
- Come here.

Hello, Doris?
It's Mr Carmody.

Richard.
That's him... me.

I'm Richard Carmody.

I'm a vet.
For animals.

Anyhow...

...we were all about to go
to the Drovers, have a drink.

If you'd join us...

it would be excellent
to see you there.

Yes?

Well, in about half an hour, then?

Goodbye.

You're coming to the capital.

It'll just be you, me,
and the big city.

Ready for a new palette of sniffs?

Of course you are.

[exhales deeply]

Drovers?

Shall we?

Super.

Oh, and Doris has promised
to join us.

New book?

Oh, just something I picked up
about ancient Persia.

It's quite a tome.

Remember when he first arrived?

He didn't know a thing.
Now look at him.

Doors and everything.

[doorknob rattling]

[Siegfried]
Well, this is jolly...

...all of us celebrating together.

Oh, don't mind me, Siegfried.

- [door closes]
- Don't mind us.

- [gasps] Ooh!
- [baby squealing]