(COW MOOING)
(PLAYING MOUTH ORGAN)
(COWS MOOING)
(HUMMING)
(GLASS CLINGING)
He just gets so tired out.
It's not that he doesn't want to come for walks.
He does. But he's getting on a bit, I know, but it still doesn't seem right.
In the past, we always kept each other fit,
if you know what I mean.
Arnie, is he eating properly?
Never better, like a horse.
Getting thinner, though, isn't he?
-Aye, he is. That's what puzzles me. -Drinking a lot?
-Aye, yes, he could drink a well dry. -Hmm.
-Very lethargic? -Oh, that would be the word, aye.
That takes me back to 1925, that was, that was the year
when Jack Hobbs passed Dr Grace in the number of centuries
he scored in first class cricket, he got his127th.
-And everyone said... -Arnie...
Arnie, I think, I think Bouncer might have diabetes.
-Oh, is that bad? -Yes, yes, I'm afraid it is.
But he won't die, will he?
Well, diabetes is a potential killer, but there is an awful lot we can do these days.
Oh, heck!
I mustn't lose him. Can you start straight away?
Yes, straight away. Have to be sure, though,
have to eliminate a few things like kidney trouble.
Look, I want you to get a urine sample.
If you hold a nice clean bowl under him next time he cocks his leg.
And then put it into this bottle,
and bring it back this evening with Bouncer. Would you do that?
Aye, I'll do that. It can't be that bad, Mr Herriot.
Come on, Bouncer, show us how you take a catch in the deep.
Come on up. Hup, hup!
-(BOUNCER WHIMPERS) -Hup.
Hup! Come on, lad!
Come on!
Oh, heck.
(DOG WHEEZES)
Coughing enough, that drew my attention to it.
Been off her feed and all.
-(COW WHEEZES) -There it is again.
I don't like the sound of that.
Well, as coughs go, I don't mind it too much.
We'll see. We'll see.
Her temperature will tell us something.
-Could I be right, Mr Farnon, in my suspicions? -(SIGHS)
-And what suspicions are those? -Husk.
And if it is, there will be others too, I shouldn't wonder.
We'll see.
You know, there were definitely more than half a dozen cattle
in that little end pasture of yours, Mr Hartley.
You must be seeing double, Mr Farnon,
but if there's time, I'll send my new man to take a look.
New man?
Yeah, well, in a manner of speaking,
this chap back from the war in Korea. He has lost a lung.
You're a good soul, Mr Hartley.
Oh, he's not a charity case. He's as tough as they come.
Just doing odd jobs, though, just to pay his way. It's a pity, really.
He'll have some tales to tell, I dare say.
I should think he must have, although he's not much of a one for talking.
And you've not spotted any other of your beasts with a condition similar to this one?
-Not as yet, but... -All right. Let's have a look.
Well, she is running a slight temperature.
Am I right? Husk, is it?
All my years of experience suggest to me
that this is a case of
mild bronchitis, Mr Hartley.
The cough is not typically husky, is it?
There is no real difficulty in breathing.
No painful extension of the neck.
Ah, there is a slight nasal discharge.
No, I would suggest...
It's mild pneumonia.
Unless you wish to take issue with that observation as well.
(CHUCKLES) No, no, no, Mr Farnon.
Now you know no one has a higher respect for your scientific skills than me.
(COW WHEEZES)
When it comes to counting cows, well, now, you'd win no prizes there, would you?
I can still count, Mr Hartley.
It's a well known fact that you men of science, no offence,
but you are just a little forgetful.
-Oh, well, now... -What about that time with the Hardwickes?
When you forgot where you put your car keys
and had to get a lift home with the whole pack of 'em.
No, no, no, no. That's not what happened at all.
The fact is, and it's much stranger...
What actually happened was that my little bitch
locked herself in the car with the keys still inside.
That's why I so seldom bring her out with me now.
(HARTLEY LAUGHS)
Now, that's a tall one, isn't it?
Mr Hartley, I was there and you were not.
Aye, and the Hardwickes are neighbours of mine.
That's got nothing to do with it.
Oh, no, no, no, owt you like. Owt you like.
-(COW WHEEZES) -Now what about my beast?
(LAUGHING)
Good morning. Can I help you?
-You'll be the vet? -I am a vet, yes.
Jacob Pearson. Mr Hartley said you'd be passing.
-Take a look at my dog? -(DOG WHEEZES)
Well, uh, yes, of course. Is he unwell?
-Maybe. -(ENGINE STOPS)
(DOG WHEEZES)
I do have a surgery, you know?
He said you'd be passing.
Aye, let's have a look anyway.
Might be some kind of influenza. I don't know.
Well, runny nose, haven't you?
-General condition good? -Yeah.
I don't think it's a bad infection.
How long have you had him?
-Couple of months. Bought him in Bristol. -Bristol.
Uh, you're the soldier, from the Gloucesters?
That's right.
Long way from home, Bristol.
Korea's even further, though.
How was it?
It was cold.
The winter was cold.
Hmm.
What's this? What've you got here?
Well, I'm blowed!
All right, lovely.
A shotgun pellet. Do you shoot, Mr Pearson?
No.
Er, you see, a stray pellet could quite easily have entered the sinus.
And that would, uh... Well...
That's very odd.
Anyway, there's not much to worry about his general well-being.
And I expect this condition to clear up of itself.
That's good.
Well, it's been pleasant to meet you, Mr Pearson.
What can I give you?
Oh, nothing. Next time, perhaps, although we ought to hope there isn't a next time.
Yeah.
Well, thank you. I'm grateful.
Not at all. My name's Farnon, by the way.
Yeah, I know. Goodbye, Mr Farnon.
Bye.
Come on, boy. Come on, then. Come on, boy.
Let's go, let's go.
Come along, Mr Herriot!
-Time is money, you know. -Uh-huh.
-Now, when did I telephone? -Uh, lunchtime, Dennis.
Ah. And what time is it now?
Past 2:00.
We do have other clients, you know.
Aye, but I'm one of your regulars, ain't I?
I'm always using your services, aren't I?
So I feel I'm entitled to a few privileges, if you know what I mean.
Huh? (LAUGHING)
A bit of priority.
I did come as soon as I could, Dennis.
Thank you.
-So, you can't get her up? -Nah, we've tried, but...
So how did it happen?
Oh, she just went over.
-You know the way. -Uh-huh.
Legs splayed out...
-She looked right comical at the time. -Uh-huh.
When's she due?
Oh, it's about four weeks off.
(MOOING)
Well, her pelvis seems okay.
(MOOING)
Nerve paralysis.
That's not good news.
Down a cow, it never is.
The big problem is that she's not due for another four weeks.
Right now she needs to be moved to a decent bed.
-Somewhere where she can't slip. -Uh-huh.
Yes. Yes, this'll do.
She might just get back on to her feet.
Keep trying, anyway.
Isn't there summat you can give her?
-Well, not to get her back up right again, no. -Oh.
Don't give up hope, Dennis.
Oh, I am never short on hope, Mr Herriot.
But what I'm going to lose here is money, ain't it?
You might just lose a calf, but she'll recover, all right?
It's not just the animal.
Feel free to correct me if I'm wrong,
-but you'll be charging me for this call, won't you? -I'm afraid so.
Uh-huh.
Dennis... A reminder.
The account has been building up a bit over the last few months.
Oh.
Right you are, Mr Herriot.
We would appreciate a little something on account actually... Please?
Have you... Have you been having trouble with the post, Mr Herriot?
-No, I don't think so... -I think we must have some problem round here.
I sent off for a new cheque-book,
oh, three weeks ago.
Can't you just go to the bank?
And I wrote the last of me old cheques two days ago.
So, you see...
I've had to pay for everything in cash.
-So... -You haven't got anything with you right now?
-You came on the wrong day, you see? -Yes.
-Yes, I did, didn't I? -But I swear to you,
the top cheque on that new book is yours and Mr Farnon's.
(CHUCKLES) I can't say fairer than that, now can I?
You can say what you like, Dennis. We need some action.
Aye, so that very first cheque is yours.
Oh, ho, there's plenty who'd be pleased to have that.
I don't doubt it!
Well, not so much unspoiled as unchanged.
I'd say there's a difference, if you see what I mean.
Oh, yes.
I...
I... I'd never move.
-No. -(DOOR OPENS)
-Oh, I'm sorry. -Oh, come on, James. The more, the merrier.
Come on, come on. Hello, Arnie. What wind blows you hither?
It's confirmed, I'm afraid, Siegfried, Bouncer does have diabetes.
And I thought we might give Arnie a drink.
Oh, you poor old thing. I'm sorry to hear that.
Yes, of course, that's a good idea. Now, James.
This is James Herriot, my partner. Captain Crawford.
-Sit. -Ex-RM. How do you do?
JAMES: How do you do?
-This is Arnold Braithwaite. -Good evening.
Good evening, Captain.
-Whisky, Arnie? -That'd be grand.
Captain Crawford's become a Dalesman for the summer.
CRAWFORD: Oh, I wouldn't say that quite.
It's for the boy, really.
-Your son, you mean? -Yes.
Ah, well it's marvellous out here for children.
He's 20.
Ah.
Arnie, you're a well-travelled man.
How would you say the Dales
compare with the rest of the British Isles?
-There's nowt to beat 'em. -Well, there you are, you see!
We're all agreed you've come to exactly the right part of the world.
-Arnie, my prescription for you. -Thanks.
-Soda? -Oh, no, no, no.
A traveller? What, uh...
ARNIE: Er... I follow sport.
Any sport. Anywhere.
Oh, I see.
Would your Christian name be John?
Yes.
John Crawford, aye.
I saw your innings against Yorkshire Seconds in 1921, 48 not out.
It were a dogged knock.
Oxford Blue, weren't you?
How very amazing! Quite true.
Awkward stance, but never a bad player.
-Arnie, you are extraordinary. -Well, it's all you have in a memory. We've all got one.
Yeah, but not like yours, Arnie. It's positively elephantine! (CHUCKLES)
Yes, most extraordinary. I...
I'd better get back. Um, got to...
Extremely good to meet you.
Uh... I'll be up to see your mare in the morning, if that's convenient.
Oh, yes, yes.
I'm... I'm there.
Right.
-Goodbye, Mr... -Ah, Captain.
And...
Here's a little something for the Memory Man.
Amazing. Amazing gift of recollection.
Good, good. Tomorrow, then.
Yes... Goodbye.
What am I supposed to do with this? He can have it back!
I'll deal with it, Arnie.
-Er, Captain... -Goodbye, again.
I'd never have mentioned it,
if I thought he was gonna carry on like that...
No, Arnie, of course you wouldn't.
I'm sorry about that, Arnie. He's the oddest fellow, isn't he?
Why was he here, Siegfried?
Well, you see, he's taken the Halkin place.
There is a tenuous connection in that he vaguely knows my cousin Ralph.
Um, look, Arnie, I tell you what, I'll keep the ten bob.
I've got something to do with this mare,
and I'll just knock it off his bill, all right?
But, uh, don't worry about it.
Just hold him steady a moment longer, Hugh, if you would.
All right, all right, boy.
There you go.
That's him.
So...
You enjoying yourself up here, are you?
Most people do.
-How do you occupy your time? -Riding.
Riding. Yes, of course. And?
This and that.
Well, it's a pity
he went into himself like that
and gave himself a knock, does he overreach a lot?
-Probably. His action's very poor. -Oh, that's a pity.
Can he jump?
Only when you make him. He's a little too placid for me.
I wanted something with a little more life.
I don't know. There's a lot to be said for good nature.
Really?
(STAMMERS) Yes, well, he'll be just fine.
But no more riding for a week or so.
He's pretty sore.
(DOOR CLOSING)
Well...
-All well? -Yes, yes, yes. He will be.
I was telling Hugh he'll have to rest him for a few days.
What's the point of a horse if you can't ride it? You take him.
I'm going shooting.
Well, the boy's disappointed.
-Keen rider. -Perhaps he is.
He's not what I'd call a horseman.
You don't think so? Oh...
Talking about doing a bit of point-to-pointing.
He's got the ability, I was told.
That's, uh...
That's why I got the horse.
Well, he'll just have to be patient for a while.
Sherry?
Glass of sherry wine before you go.
Oh, well, perhaps the smallest of small ones.
Thanks very much. I'll collect all this on the way out.
Thank you so much.
(CLOCK TICKING)
I see your lad uses an over-and-under. Is that your preference?
-Are you a clay man? -Sorry?
Clay pigeons.
-(GUNSHOT OUTSIDE) -Oh, I see.
Er, I don't know.
Job lot. Got 'em at an auction.
Guns aren't really my, uh...
-Field. -Except for the 15-inch variety.
-Or whatever it is they have on cruisers, huh? -Yes.
(GUNSHOT OUTSIDE)
No, it's, uh...
Well, now we're in the country...
Good shot, is he, Hugh?
I keep him under strict supervision.
Look, Farnon, what do we owe?
Oh, Lord, nothing at all.
I'll be bound to come back and look at the geldings.
-So we'll fix up something then if you like. -Very well.
I mustn't keep you, I know.
Well, it's a fact, I am rather hard-pressed today.
Well, every day, in fact.
Still not stabilised, Arnie.
Let's hope we have more luck with this one.
Well, it's just, it's just he looks worse to me.
No better at all.
Well, it takes time.
Not looking so good yourself. Are you eating properly?
I've got some tins and that. I'll be all right.
Now you listen to the vet, Mr Braithwaite.
You've got to look after yourself, too, you know,
and that means doing the shopping as usual.
I know, Mrs Herriot. I'm not much use to Bouncer if I'm not mesen'.
-No! -I'll do me shopping, don't worry.
Good.
Now, Arnie, I wanna see you both here tomorrow,
and I want one of you looking more cheerful.
I'll be here, all right, Mr Herriot, but I can't promise to smile.
I think we'll win with this one, Arnie.
It's okay.
Aye! Well,
-I know you're doing your best. -Bye-bye, Arnie.
-Bye. -Thanks, Arnie.
See you tomorrow.
-Here, Helen. -Thanks.
Do you think you will win?
Hope so.
James, I'm sorry to pile it on,
but you really are gonna have to do something about Dennis Pratt.
If he doesn't pay his bill soon, this practice will collapse.
Darling, I tried him only yesterday.
What about a few of Siegfried's PNS letters?
Dennis Pratt has collections of Polites and Nasties.
And the solicitors just make him laugh.
Well, I think I'll start a new series anyway, it's worth a try.
Siegfried said he might look in this afternoon, if he could.
Looks a bit crowded, doesn't it?
It's Hardwicke's and five other visits.
Don't worry, darling, we'll get Dennis in the end.
(SQUEALING AND CLUCKING)
MAN: Here.
You flippin' thing, come here!
Come here!
-Come here! -(SQUEALING AND CLUCKING)
Come on, you're all right!
-Sorry about that. -That's all right, Mr Hardwicke.
Now let's have a look.
Yeah!
Well, I think what we have here is quite a nasty case of...
-Keratitis. -Oh!
It needs attention.
Now, will you hold on to him this time? Would you be good enough?
All right.
Oh, I know what I meant to ask you, Mr Hardwicke.
Have you noticed an unusual number of cattle in that end
pasture of Mr Hartley's lately?
No, I don't think so.
I don't take much notice.
We've plenty to look to looking after our own stock.
-Right. -Yes, of course.
Well, you should notice improvement pretty quickly with this.
But I'll call back to see him.
And I'll leave some stuff with you.
Well, why not? I mean, you always do leave summat, don't you, Mr Farnon?
Aye, that is true. If it's not his instruments, it's his wallet!
Always leaves something.
Oh, very occasionally, surely?
Right, he is done.
Very good. Go on! Go on, then!
-Cup of tea, Mr Farnon? -Uh, thank you, I haven't time.
Hey, and then there was that time when you walked off with my spectacles.
Do you remember?
-Really? Did I? -Oh, perhaps, he wouldn't.
Oh, yes. I do remember, a very natural mistake to make. Your spectacle
-case looks exactly like my thermometer case. -Oh, yes?
Yes. Ah, car keys...
(MUSIC PLAYING ON RADIO)
Oh, Mrs A, I'm off now.
Right you are, Mrs Herriot.
And Mr Farnon called to see if we got a spare set of keys to the Rover?
Well, I found them and put them on the hall table, if he needs them.
-Lost his, has he? -Oh, I don't know. He didn't say. Bye.
-Bye, Mrs Herriot. -(DOOR CLOSING)
(CHICKENS CLUCKING)
Hello.
They're definitely not in the car.
No, they wouldn't be. I tend to keep them on me after...
-After last time, you mean? -Yes.
It's really good of everyone to turn out like this,
but I'm afraid we've got to face the fact that it's a lost cause.
-So... -You'll be wanting a lift, then, Mr Farnon?
I don't want to put you out more than I have to, but of course...
ARTHUR: I'll get the car out.
Ben, we'll be giving Mr Farnon a lift.
Right-o, Arthur.
BEN: Come on, children, come on.
Well, listen, there's no need for everyone to come. Not like last time.
See, if I come, then Ben'll want to come, won't he?
And if Ben comes, well, his missus'll want to come.
And if his missus comes, well, I mean, you know what it's like.
Yes, yes, I remember.
(CRUNCHING OF GEARS)
Hey, there's Bill Hartley!
-MAN: Aye, slow down, Arthur. -No!
I mean, I... I really am in rather a hurry.
Ah-ha, we'll stop for a word. Now, then, Bill!
Ben and Arthur, what's this, an outing?
-Something like that. Yes. -How've you been keeping?
Oh, pretty fair, Ben. Pretty fair.
Afternoon, Mrs Hardwicke. Well, would you ever...
What's Mr Farnon doing in there?
Well, he was looking at one of our pigs,
and he lost his car keys.
BILL: Oh.
-Oh, what a commotion! -Well, best be on our way then.
Aye, better get Mr Farnon back to Darrowby before he forgets
(BOTH LAUGHING)
-Cheers. -All right, mate.
Morning.
-Oh, thank goodness! -What's the matter?
In here.
A man brought it in an hour ago. A Mr Pearson.
-My God! -He said he found it like that.
At least it's still alive.
I didn't know what to do. Just keep it warm, I thought.
No, you did the right thing, Mrs Alton.
"Just do your best", he said.
He wouldn't be surprised if it didn't work.
(HUMMING)
-Morning, Mr James. -Come and look at this, would you, please, Siegfried.
What's that?
Penetration's not all that deep,
thankfully. Otherwise he wouldn't still be with us.
It's a curiously
close pattern, do you see? Like a...
Like a clay gun, I mean.
Must have a remarkable constitution.
Yes, he's still got a chance, I think.
-How is he? -Weaker.
-Critical? -Yes.
Well, I'll just have to, uh...
-Leave the leg to its own devices. -It's all right.
Of course, you realise we may save his life, only to have to put him down, do you, James?
(INHALES) Not much of a life, really, for a dog.
One eye, half deaf,
almost certainly lame as well.
We won't have to put him down, Siegfried.
-Is he gone? -Yes.
(WHISPERS) Damn.
Well...
Well, um...
Would you put him back in his box for me, James?
But Pearson won't want him, will he?
No, but I will.
(SHOTGUN BLAST)
CRAWFORD: Hugh!
Hugh, Hugh!
Hugh!
Damn it all, Hugh, I've told you 1,000 times!
Must have slipped my mind.
You can't go around firing that thing off like a toy!
Fine, you have it then! It's your toy, anyway.
I got my own, haven't I? I'm going for my ride.
I saddled Tess for you.
Farnon said you weren't to ride Trojan.
Who cares what he says?
It's not as though he was my father, anyway.
(CAR APPROACHES)
Can I have a word with your son, Captain?
I'm sorry? Oh, you're worried about his horse.
He's getting on very well.
Would you care to take a look in the boot of my car? I'll hold your mare for you.
Now, where's your son, Captain?
I don't believe it's any of your business.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
That dog died of gunshot wounds.
Have you any explanation?
SIEGFRIED: Come back! Hugh!
I'm gonna ask you to leave my property, Farnon.
I'm gonna ask you for the loan of your mare, Crawford.
CRAWFORD: Farnon?
Farnon!
(HOOFBEATS RECEDE IN DISTANCE)
(SIGHS)
(HORSES PANTING)
Steady! Whoa!
(HUGH SOBS) Whoa!
SIEGFRIED: Come on.
Come on, my friend, there we go.
Come on, lad.
(HORSES NEIGHING)
That horse has suffered in consequence...
I hate... I hate everything.
Mostly me.
My mother was killed in a car smash
just after the War.
I was with her.
Father was at sea.
When he came home the great hero
that the Navy has got no use for now,
do you know what he said?
He said, "Never mind, old boy."
And that was it.
Now he gives me money...
And I wish I hadn't shot the dog.
Why am I bothering to talk to you?
Because I'm a stranger.
I won't use the gun again.
I hope I haven't hurt Trojan.
The only one that's hurt, Hugh, is yourself.
That doesn't matter, does it?
The owner...
Will you tell him?
(INHALES)
Nope.
I think you have problems enough as it is.
Well, I suppose I shall tell Mr Pearson roughly what I'm saying to you now.
That I wish there was something I could do to help, but there isn't.
And I'm sorry.
Here.
See you. Bye, Mrs Bowser.
Thank you. Who's next?
It's thee, Arnie.
Hello, Arnie. Come in.
Feel better?
Now then, Mr Farnon.
SIEGFRIED: Now then, Mr Pratt.
I've had a hell of a day. And we've got serious business to discuss.
DENNIS: Aye, me downer cow.
Before I attend to your cow,
I want the air cleared between you and me.
Oh, it seems clear enough to me.
Or to put it another way,
before I look at your cow, I shall require a down payment
in settlement of your bill.
Nay,
you're never going to charge me before you've even seen the animal, veterinary.
Oh, that can't be right.
But this bill is for outstanding services, Dennis, not for current...
But...
I've paid you.
Have you?
I sent you a cheque in post just two days ago.
As I've been telling Mr Herriot,
we've been having trouble with the post around here.
Aye, that'll be it. It's in post.
Unless, of course, they've lost it, that is. (CHUCKLES)
-Well, how can we know? -Aye...
Aye, that's a tricky one, that.
But I tell you what.
If it hasn't arrived in the next day or so, well,
you can just make me out another bill.
-How about that? -Then we'd just be back to where we started, Dennis!
You send me your bill, and I'll pay it.
That's the way to do business.
Now, are you going to see me suffering beast, or aren't you?
(GASPS)
-She's not due for four weeks? -Aye.
Well, you know, she'd stand a better chance
if she didn't have the weight of the calf inside her,
I mean, if I were to abort her.
Aye, I thought it might come to that.
-When? -I can inject her now.
Aye, well, I've got some decent stirks going to mart before so long.
I'll need a good trade to make up for this.
Ah, fortunately, it's a very simple process nowadays.
Aye, and on top of everything else,
I've got to give you money for this and all.
Don't you worry about it, Dennis.
If the past is anything to go by,
it won't be worth a lot by the time we get it.
Oh, that's a corker!
That's a funny one!
You've got a rare sense of humour, Mr Farnon.
(COW MOOING)
-Hello, James. -Hello, Siegfried. How did it go with Pearson?
Oh, it wasn't pleasant,
but he's something of a stoic, he is, our Jacob Pearson.
I also saw Dennis Pratt.
-Any luck? -That man's pockets reach right down to his ankles.
-Deeper than that! -(CHUCKLES)
Ah!
I had to abort his cow, too.
Ah, that's a pity. Oh, yes, Captain Crawford would appreciate a visit,
-in your official capacity. -Tonight?
Yeah, he's got a bitch he wants you to see.
Can you go, James?
Oh, he wants the head man, Siegfried.
My old school tie doesn't have the right pattern.
CRAWFORD: It's almost as though she'd contracted some form of dropsy.
I only noticed it this afternoon.
What is it, old girl, eh? Not feeling quite the ticket, eh?
She seems to have adopted this room as her own.
So I, uh...
Look, Farnon...
About this morning...
That old mongrel...
Do you mean Mr Pearson's Bedlington?
I would take it as an act of friendship between...
Between men of a similar social standing.
If you could find it in yourself to forget about the whole thing.
Captain Crawford, I'm given to understand that I have a reputation
for an exceedingly bad memory,
but that is not the reason why I neglected to tell Mr Pearson
that I know exactly who shot his dog.
-As far as I'm concerned, there the matter rests. -Thank you.
But, uh...
Being a man of some social standing,
you may wish to take some further action yourself.
I see.
You know, Captain, it's not the easiest thing in the world to adapt to country life.
But there's nothing at all wrong with your bitch.
It's just that she's about to whelp.
-Just handed him over to you, like that? -JACOB: Yep.
Well, I must say, it's very much
the Captain's style, isn't it?
It's a kind thought, but in actual fact,
this little chap would have been much better off
for several more weeks with his mother.
Well, he was moving on.
Yes.
How you getting on with the bottle-feeding?
I've done what you told me to do.
-No problem there. -Well done.
Well, I think we can pass this one fit for duty.
These little things are very susceptible to cold, so have a care.
This place ain't what you might call cosy.
But I've stopped all the draughts. It's coming along.
Oh, you're doing a grand job.
-And with the little fellow. -I'm going to train up this one proper.
Get a bit of order into his life.
Like to know where they are, dogs.
Well, I mustn't keep you.
-If you need us, you know where we are. -Yeah.
Oh... Thanks for stopping by.
Oh, well...
Tell me...
Jacob... I'm curious.
What did Captain Crawford actually say when he came up here with the puppy?
To tell you the truth, Mr Farnon, he didn't say much at all.
But I think we understood each other.
-Goodbye. -Bye, now.
There, Arnie. Stabilised at last.
He's really better?
Yeah, same as any other dog.
From now on it's up to you. A shot of insulin every day for the rest of his life.
-What me? Me Inject him? -That's right.
Every day after the first meal, soon become part of the everyday routine.
-By George, I've got it! We've got him! -What?
-Hello, Arnie, sorry. -Don't mind me, Mr Farnon.
Bouncer is stabilised, Siegfried.
-Well, that's marvellous! -Got who?
Well, never mind. Uh, you'll see.
We're going to the auction mart tomorrow... Stabilised, eh?
Well, that is wonderful, wonderful.
Well done, James. That is wonderful.
Well, he's in a good mood.
Yes... Yes, he is, isn't he?
(LOWING OF CATTLE)
(BUZZ OF CONVERSATION)
ANNOUNCER: Right, ladies and gentlemen, your last chance
at Dennis's couple here. Two right grand heifers.
Come on, gentlemen. They're a lovely pair.
These will do well wherever they go.
35 bid, 35, 38, 40 pound.
-Why don't you tell me what you are up to? -Patience. You'll see.
50 pound. 50 pound, there. Another, if you like, two, 52, four.
54. 56, 56 bid, they're worth more than this.
Well bred and well fed!
ANNOUNCER: 58 bid. 58 pounds.
(GAVEL STRIKES)
ANNOUNCER: Right, ladies and gentlemen, another two grand heifers here.
Two grand heifers. What will you give us for these? Anybody? 55...
Come on, quick!
ANNOUNCER: 30 pound bid. 32 bid. 34, 38, 40 pound.42 bid...
-One eight four and one eight five. -Sign here, please.
Come on, James.
-Just look there, James. -Yes, there he is.
No, no, no, not Dennis. Over there. Hartley!
Oh, frabjous day! Come on.
Just tell me...
Follow my lead, James. Come on!
Dennis! Well met!
-How are you? -How do?
Hello, Dennis.
Buying or selling, are you?
We'd have a problem buying, Dennis.
-We certainly would. We're bit short of cash. -Oh, I know the feeling.
But you did good trade with your stirks.
-Fair, fair. -You must tell us your secret.
How do you turn them out so well? It's a great gift.
There is no secret.
It's just good, green grass and plenty of it.
But I could have done with more for those stirks.
-In fact quite a bit more. -Oh, really?
-Mr Hartley, good morning! -Hello, Mr Farnon.
-Mr Herriot. -Mr Hartley.
-Aye. -And how is life for you, Dennis?
Oh, Dennis is on top of the world. He's just made a fortune with his heifers.
-Oh, yeah. -He tells me there's nothing to producing fine animals
but a diet of good, green grass and plenty of it.
Do you agree with that, Mr Hartley?
Oh, yes, it is very important, of course.
That's why I'm so careful about my fields.
I never let them get over-grazed.
Yes, I imagine that's the practice
you like to follow, isn't it, Dennis?
You don't like to see your fields over-grazed, do you?
Oh, no... No.
No. So you would never share yours
with another farmer, Mr Hartley? Your grass, I mean.
Oh, no, I never agist out my pastures. It's well known.
Ah. Isn't that interesting, James?
Just good, green grass, wherever you can get it.
Do you know Dennis has done so well with his young cows,
-he's going to pay our bill. Aren't you, Dennis? -What?
Are you really, Dennis?
I've got it with me.
As much as that?
(DENNIS SIGHS)
You shouldn't let it build up like this, you know.
I've told you about that before.
Owt off for luck?