All Creatures Great and Small (2020) s05e05 Episode Script

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Morning, Mr Endleby.
How you do you do?
Morning.
Good morning. These are for you.
Good morning.
Morning.
Come on, we're gonna be late.
I'll get it.
Morning. Parcel for you, Mr Carmody.
Thank you so much.
Bye.
Well, well, Hamish,
what have we got here?
Bet you can smell it, can't you?
What is this, then?
Yeesh, it's porridge!
That's nice.
Can you guess what this is?
A-ha! 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 goat?
On the Grantley Estate.
It's quite the menagerie up there.
Might quickly pop these
under the microscope.
Oh, I'll join you.
Oh, Mr Farnon,
I were about to serve breakfast.
Oh, this won't take a moment.
Oh, I'll have his.
Ugh. Bloomin' cold.
Hmm
Bad news, is it?
Worms?
Plenty of eggs in here.
Roundworm, I'd say.
Hmm. We're low on piperazine.
New stock arrived yesterday.
Ah.
Yes, the infestation is advanced.
We'd better get up
to the Grantley place pronto,
before it gets out of hand.
Thankfully, we're onto it
before they've exhibited symptoms.
Yes, bravo!
AUDREY, CALLING: On t'table!
We can see if that new worming gun
delivers as expected.
Let's hope!
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.
Aw, did you have a fun night
at the pub?
You poor, poor man
Need to mend this. Today.
Absolutely, I'll see to it.
But first
..sustenance.
Sustenance!
First, this, I reckon.
Mrs H, you're a godsend.
I'm down for morning surgery,
aren't I?
Oh, don't fret.
Enjoy your breakfast.
You have nine minutes.
Legendary night, old chap.
Set the bar high.
Can we beat it tonight?
Goddammit, 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 war effort.
I expect my brain will be
re-assembled by this evening. Good.
Didn't you have a lecture
to prepare? Mm.
A lecture?
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!
Thanks, I think
you've just given me my first line.
I thought you were finishing it off.
Oh, don't worry. It's all up here.
Just a case of letting it flow out
onto the page.
You're popular this morning,
Mr Carmody.
Don't keep us in suspense.
What type of poo did you get
this time?
Mm. Looks official.
Royal Veterinary College.
B-But 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've 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.
Don't mind me.
Door!
Door!
Bye, Jimmy.
- Mr Carmody, isn't it?
- Mm.
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, erm
and the blue, blue sky.
Important factors
that make up the lovely morning,
you're not wrong there.
Please, erm, Mr Herriot
will see you in a moment.
Take a seat, Doris,
be with you shortly.
Goodness.
What are you doing?
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.
Well, only because there's a war 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.
Gah, what have you been feeding him?
David's not even my biggest.
Got yourself a Goliath, have you?
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
on a piece of wire or summat.
It were your first ratting,
weren't it, David?
It's fairly deep, unfortunately.
Is he healthy otherwise?
Seems to be.
I'll remove any dirt and debris,
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.
Oh!
Yes! You got it. Oh, Doris.
Mrs Herriot. Hello there, you.
Ooh, what happened to you?
Oh, one of my new ferrets.
He's in for an operation.
Oh, James'll 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, he
Well he's not the easiest.
Shall we fix this up?
Have a brew while we're at it.
Thanks, Mrs Herriot.
It's Helen.
Hm.
What? Helps me think.
All right.
I'm curious about something.
Please.
I was under the impression
that receiving
the outstanding distinction
in your year
put one in line
for the Warners Prize.
Oh?
Yes
..a research programme
at Imperial London.
So, has that been discontinued?
Actually it's not discontinued.
They offered it to me.
You got it?
But that's splendid!
What an incredible honour!
But that must've 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
first-hand.
I'm not fighting.
At least I should be serving.
Vets are vital to the war effort.
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 Warners to stay here?
Of course, when the war's won, you
may wish for a new veterinary team,
that's understood.
Richard, you're in.
There's nothing I'd like more.
WOMAN, DISTANT: I'm in here!
Miss Grantley.
Mr Carmody.
How are those goats of yours faring?
Well, they're
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 were onto 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.
This is Mr Farnon.
Catherine Grantley.
Siegfried Farnon.
How do you do?
I was up here before
for your brother's beagles.
He mentioned you lived abroad.
Persia.
The war took him to London,
so I'm taking care of the estate
while he's gone.
Right, follow me.
Biyayid, biyayid! Yalla, yalla!
I thought it was the brother
who was looking after the estate.
Why didn't you tell me it was
the sister who was running things?
Brother, sister,
what difference does it make?
Well, it's just
highly unprofessional
not to give me the full information.
Is it?
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
That means,
"Stop, stop, you're doing it wrong."
"Work faster, will you?"
Number three
"Carry on
while I have an afternoon nap."
Sometimes, till dinner time.
Well, I know you don't mind
a bit of graft.
I do not.
You know, there's plenty folk,
you throw 'em in at the deep end
like that, they'd just drown.
Still, it wouldn't hurt Danby
to give Doris clear instructions.
Oh
And that means,
"I need my nappy changing."
Oh!
Watch where you're going!
Mrs Hall, we have a situation.
A situation?
Summat dropped on Mr Hampson's
top field last night.
An unidentified object.
Sorry, do you mean a bomb?
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.
Shouldn't we just get there
as fast as possible?
Why don't I grab my helmet?
Well, then, 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.
It 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.
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.
Small mercies.
There you are, all done.
Looks like you chaps
are making progress.
Indeed we are, and our new
worming gun is working a treat.
Oh, er
You know, I'm intrigued,
why Persia?
Miss Grantley's an archaeologist.
Yes, I lived there
for, well, over 20 years or more.
But unfortunately,
Iran's Shah is rather taken
with our Nazi opponents,
so I had to stop digging.
Yeah. The war demands sacrifices
from us all.
Yes
Yes, it does.
Well, that about does it.
Only the two little ones
under the tree.
Aw, these are my favourites.
They're brothers, you know.
Tanngrisnir and Tanngnjostr.
Oh, I'm honoured.
The goats who pull Thor's chariots,
no less.
You know your Norse mythology.
A little.
Habibi.
They're hyper-sensitive.
Oh, oh.
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.
Aw.
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.
Khodafez, habibi.
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!
Tristan. What the?!
I thought you 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 firm hold of it, man?
I'm busy!
Perfectly understand.
Ah! That's it, lad.
That's it, that's it.
There we are. There we go, lad.
James!
I've set the stumps up
for when you are finished.
Oh, goodness me.
I specifically warned Mr Hampson
not to talk.
Some folk hear
there might be a bomb,
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!
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.
Argh, ruddy
There.
Do you see it? There's a trail.
Yes, an impact trail.
So we follow it.
Proceed with extreme caution,
Mrs Hall.
Mr Bosworth,
say we do find a bomb
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.
Whoa!
Bloody hell.
Mrs Hall,
we only need to identify it.
That's not a bomb.
That's a flight crate.
No, don't.
Don't. It It might be munitions.
We don't know what's inside.
Well, we do actually.
Tinned potatoes.
Powdered eggs, flour,
toothbrushes, paste, soap.
So someone could've landed here.
Nazi 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 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?
A damned 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?
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.
St John's Wort.
I think the brothers
have been munching on it.
And now they don't want
to go out into the sun.
It's made them photosensitive.
They don't want to get sunburned.
Splendid. Well done, Mr Farnon.
Ah, tush. You'd have put it together
before long.
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.
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 looked like you might
be succumbing to fight or flight.
Raised anxiety
because you're overwhelmed
by your attraction to her.
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.
..this blasted thing
hate me so much?
Oh, dear. Bye-bye.
Bye-bye, little man.
Bye-bye.
Hold on, where are you going?
I promised I'd pull up
Dot Fawcett's radishes.
Good luck.
Ah, there he is, my errant batsman.
Mind if I borrow him
for 30 minutes?
I want to see
if he can spot my googly.
Try me at the weekend.
I tell you what - I'll help.
We finish in double time.
Time you save, you bat.
I've got Jimmy for an hour,
then I'm back in surgery.
Siegfried's got a 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,
up all hours
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.
Now, let's show your daddy
how it's done, all right?
Pass it here.
No
In the left.
Watch and learn.
I shall make my report
to the District Report Centre
from the Hampson's property.
Not a word to these bystanders.
Yeah, they mustn't hear
about the tinned potatoes
Head Office may wish
to make further identification.
So now you're gonna call out
the Home Guard?
To identify a bar of soap?
It's important to dot the Is
and cross the Ts, 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.
Absolutely, it will be with you.
I have it right here in my hands,
the next draft.
Mm-hm. 3pm.
Friday, I'll be there.
Goodbye. Thank you, Martha.
I'm confused, Mr Carmody.
St John's Wort is 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 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 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.
So
This was all before the Great War.
And since then, I've
lived my life
free of men's plans for me.
Ah!
That boy
He got the top distinction
in his year.
Won a prestigious research post
in London.
Golly, how smashing.
Though 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.
Well, it all sounds fascinating.
Digging for treasure,
forgotten civilisations
appearing out of the dust.
Not a normal life.
I sometimes wonder
what I missed out on.
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
I really can't think of
a better way to navigate one's life.
Mr Farnon tells me
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 war effort.
Oh.
Oh, right. Of course.
So, Ziggurats And Zarathustra
Actually, it's the other way round.
I'd be fascinated to read it.
Well, I
I do have a a draft copy.
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 a general reader.
You know, I do believe she likes
those fine feathers of yours.
Keep it down. Keep it down.
Oh. Well
I shall treasure it, thank you.
Miss Grantley.
Mr Farnon.
Cheerio, Miss Grantley.
Cheerio.
Thank you.
The man who sold them
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 ratting?
Oh, a week should do it.
Right.
You used strychnine before?
Aye.
But 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 up 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 them deep
or the foxes dig them up
and poison themselves.
Right,
it's just round this wall here.
Oh, no, I didn't leave it
dug up like this.
Hey.
Sorry, I don't think you buried
them deep enough.
So it was me.
I murdered Bingo.
Well, you weren't to know.
Nobody told you any different,
did they?
This is his responsibility - Danby.
Well, I'd better tell Mr Bosworth.
Why don't you let me
break it to him first?
I could bloomin' 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?
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.
Whoa, whoa, James,
get back to the crease.
I wouldn't mind bowling again.
Sorry, can't.
Tris, I said we'd play,
and we've played.
For what? Ten minutes?
Twenty, actually.
Look
Er, 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 Otleys and re-arrange.
Can't do the weekend.
Oh. Something up?
All this rabble rousing,
time was,
I'd be right at your shoulder.
Helen doesn't mind.
No, 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.
Yeah, 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, hm?
One more over?
That's the ticket.
Come on, Jimmy lad.
Watch your father's forward defence,
my boy!
Show us your best googly, then.
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 got used to him being around.
I was
selfish.
You've helped that boy enormously.
And what better culmination
than him 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 Camody
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?
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 Warners, too.
Oh?
Right, so
Oh, I see. You're pulling my leg.
Yes.
Damned 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.
Right, what's happening?
I'm afraid I might have
Oh, come on, Audrey.
Get it over with.
Make a note on your pantry door.
OK, I'm so sorry Mr Bosworth.
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.
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?
No, you're right.
It's perfect, isn't it? Perfect.
What did you think?
Do you have any notes?
No? No notes.
Ha-ha-ha-ha!
You wrote your letter, then?
In time to catch the evening post.
Took me an age
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 any more.
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 Warners,
I'd be leaving practice,
to do research, primarily.
I don't mean as a vet.
Oh.
And that should
..do it.
Aw.
There we go.
Aw!
Well, hello. Aw!
I Well
I think I have an announcement.
Hamish.
This morning, I found out
I was awarded the Warners Prize.
Accepting it would mean
an imminent departure for London.
Oh.
The Warners, 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.
I rather wish
I could take you all with me.
That'd be some suitcase.
Right, this calls
for a celebratory drink.
I mean,
I'm finally getting my bed back.
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 the Danby farm?
Thanks for being so understanding
about this, Tris.
Helen?
'Ey, 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.
Right, Jimmy.
Do you like your new playpen?
Thank you.
Come here.
Hello, Doris?
It's Mister 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.
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?
The boy didn't know a thing.
Now look at him.
Doors and everything.
Well, this is jolly.
All of us celebrating together.
Oh, don't mind me, Siegfried
Don't mind us.