(TRISTAN GRUNTING) Just get in there! Just...
(PANTING) Just in... Yes! It's there! It's there!
Stay in. (LAUGHS)
Oh, no!
(GASPING) Not again! Not again!
(SIEGFRIED HUMMING)
(HUMMING LOUDLY)
TRISTAN: Go away!
(HUMMING CONTINUES)
Hello, Mrs Alton!
Ahem, I find my brother was still in bed so I thought I'd rouse him with a fanfare.
Rouse Mr Tristan? That'll be the day.
He only got in a few hours ago.
Did he indeed?
Would you like me to give him a knock?
No, no, no, Mrs Alton. That's all right.
I detected signs of life up there.
I think the message has got through.
You'll keep them away from the hens' food, won't you, Mary?
Greedy little buggers.
-I'll feed the goats, Gran. -I can manage, love.
-At least let me carry the... -I'm not past it yet, Katharine.
Morning!
-James. -What a beautiful day!
-Oh, thanks. -Yes, just the morning to be out and about.
-Hulton's TB tests today. -Uh-huh.
I have no intention of staying indoors
longer than I have to, James. I promise you that.
What about surgery?
-Tristan can stand to. -Again?
I think you'll find that he will prefer to remain indoors this morning, James.
Yes, well, it is a bit sunny, isn't it?
-He's still in bed? -Indeed he is.
Oh, yes, of course!
Last night's reunion with his Min of Ag chums! How does he do it?
He can thank his lucky stars that he's a Farnon, James. Constitution of an ox.
He'd need it.
(GROGGILY) My God, what a night!
My dear boy, allow me.
Oh, thanks, Siegfried.
Are you sure you're absolutely and completely comfortable?
-Sorry I'm late down. -No, no, no, no, no!
Tristan, no earthly need to explain anything.
James and I understand only too well
the effects of yet another night of revel.
-Revel? -A tryst of the sprees, a night on the tiles?
Tristan, you know I loathe having to lecture you
about the conduct of your private life.
-Oh, do you? -But when it comes to the point of interfering
with the smooth running of the practice...
-I don't believe this. -Will you kindly listen to what I have to say for once!
May I remind you that we have a perfect right to expect you down here
at the beginning of a working day.
(STUTTERING) And not up there in... In communion with your bed!
"In communion with my bed"?
-I find your attitude... -Intolerable?
Wholly intolerable or simply outrageous?
Your words, Tristan, not mine!
Oh, it's so predictable!
Ever keen to pronounce judgement on my conduct!
SIEGFRIED: Will you kindly come to the point?
The point, Siegfried, is there was no revel last night, drunken or otherwise.
No liquid passed my lips!
No, sorry, correction. I did succumb a drink of water from a rusty tap at dawn.
The same filthy old ditch water Mr Longwall pipes to his cows!
-Longwall? -What the devil are you talking about?
Tell him, James.
Um... (CLEARS THROAT)
I asked Tris to go out there last night.
Why?
He was going right past there on his way to the party.
And Helen was expecting me home, actually.
"A pregnant cow with a stomach upset", isn't that what you said, James?
-No, not exactly... -"Prescribe a powder, murmur a few calming words
"then on to the party."
Oh, it didn't work out like that, you see.
It was a nightmare premature calving followed by a prolapse of the uterus.
I was still there after dawn, trying to get that damned thing back in!
-Oh, look here, my dear boy... -No, no, no, don't bother, Siegfried!
-I'm sorry, Tris... -Nor you, James!
Still, mea culpa.
It's more or less standard procedure in this practice
to lumber me with all the fag-end jobs.
Oh, that's a gross exaggeration!
Is it?
Question.
Who lands all the cushy jobs around here?
Answer? Not me. And why? Because you draw up the list of visits.
Result? Yours truly, and not for the first time, welcomes the dawn covered in cow dung!
-That's absolute rubbish! -And absolutely unfair. We all got our share of dirty jobs!
-SIEGFRIED: Absolutely! -Oh, really?
Then tell me, who is it that's out and about every morning in this fine summer weather,
and who remains here, yoked like a beast of burden to the surgery?
Tristan, you see I assumed...
Oh, assumed?
Yes, well, that's the story of my life, isn't it?
Well, assume no longer, dear brother!
Things are about to change around here.
And, in case you'd forgotten, Siegfried, it's your turn to take morning surgery!
(DOOR SLAMS)
(CLICKS TONGUE)
Poor old chap.
Oh, well, he's not the first man to be unhinged by a prolapse, is he, James?
Good morning, good morning! How very nice to see you both.
-Are you first? -Hello, Mr Farnon. Yes, we are.
Good! Come on in, then.
Shan't keep you long.
That's a nice little thing. (GIGGLES)
Well, well, Katharine...
SIEGFRIED: Mary, how is your grandmother?
Oh, she's all right, Mr Farnon, only she works too hard.
Is she getting over that fall, is she?
Hmm, I think so. But she won't slow down.
Doing a bit too much, I expect?
Well, she wouldn't be Gran if she didn't. (LAUGHS)
Habits of a lifetime.
Right, let's give Polly her jab, shall we?
Will you get her out of her basket and onto the table
while I get the bits and pieces ready?
-Morning, Siegfried. -Helen, good morning.
Hello, Katharine!
-Hello, Mary. -Hello, Helen. How are you?
Well, wondering if I shouldn't run away to Kenya with you!
You strike me as anything but a discontented woman.
Yes, I suppose I am very lucky to have found just what I wanted
on my own my doorstep.
So, when are you off?
I'm not entirely sure.
It's still on though, the new nursing job, yes?
Yes.
Will Polly need any more jabs after this one?
No, my dear, this is the last one.
There we go.
What a charmingly-natured cat, she is!
Aye, Franco gave her me for my birthday.
You're a very lucky girl to have a friend like Franco.
He's not just my friend, Mr Farnon!
SIEGFRIED: Why, I know, he's done lots of things for your grandmother.
He likes all of us,
even Katharine.
(SARCASTICALLY) Well, thank you, Mary!
So I should hope!
All the Clarkes are very special people indeed.
MARY: Gran!
-What is it, Mary? -The lambs, Gran!
(ANGRY YOWLING)
Come on, open up. Open up, come on.
Put a sock in it, James.
Sorry?
Here's your list of visits, Tristan. I trust they meet your exacting requirements.
All I want is a fair division of the workload, Siegfried. What's exacting about that?
Erm, James, if I could offer a few words of advice... -Tristan, please!
-Sorry I spoke. -I will not be bested by this damn cat!
He will take this worm pill whether he likes it or not. Go on. Come on!
Just a minute. Just a minute!
It says here I'm to visit the Darnley sisters!
Yes, that's perfectly true, Tristan. Their horse needs its teeth rasping.
What, that savage stallion of theirs? What's his name again?
Bonkers. But please don't...
Bonkers, that's the one! He eats people for breakfast!
You malign him, he's a perfectly docile animal.
Oh, and so, I suppose, is this animal, Ted Grimshaw's Alsatian.
So docile he keeps the hospital casualty unit on permanent overtime.
-Really, Tristan! -Yes, yes, yes, they're all here!
All the hard case patients. Yet when I look at your list, what do I see?
Ah! (SCOFFS)
Pet rabbits!
Scratching Labradors!
Ooh! Mrs Wilson's parrot!
-(SIGHS) -And what's this?
-"Mr Sutcliffe, Our Gracie." Who or what is Our Gracie? -Our Gracie is...
-A pig. -Ah. A pampered family pet, I don't doubt.
Our Gracie indeed!
-What's wrong with her? -A mild skin disorder, apparently.
Although it's worth bearing in mind that Mr Sutcliffe's problems are never quite as
simple as they appear on the surface.
Do you really think that a few complications are quite beyond my powers?
Perish the thought.
I know your game. You're trying to scare me off. Admit it.
Oh, why on earth should I? But do remember, Tristan,
that if you want to take Our Gracie's case,
then custom demands that you pursue it to its conclusion.
Right, then I propose a simple test of your good faith, dear brother.
-Namely? -You take my list, I take yours.
-Including Our Gracie? -Especially Our Gracie!
Done! If nothing else will assuage your quite unjustified sense of grievance.
Really?
A hand on the bargain?
Hmm. Why not?
-Mr Sutcliffe? -(DOG BARKING)
Mr Sutcliffe?
(LOUDLY) Anyone about?
(SIGHS)
(MUMBLING)
-Hello, there! -Ah, lad. What's to do?
-Mr Sutcliffe, I presume? -Aye.
You be what?
Bloomin' dancing master or summat?
(LAUGHS) No, no, no. The vet.
Tristan Farnon. I'm standing in for my brother, I hope that's all right?
-It's all right with me. -Good!
But I don't know about Our Gracie.
-I'm sorry? -Well, she's all right once she gets to know you, man,
but with strangers, uh...
What, you mean she's dangerous?
No, not exactly, uh...
More gamesome, like.
Oh, you mean playful.
No, no. Just, eh... Gamesome, like.
Well, I'm not planning a major operation, Mr Sutcliffe, so if you'd just get on.
-Well, I'm having me bit of bait just now. -Yes, well, that's all right.
If you just point me in the direction of the patient, I'm sure I shall manage.
She's right behind ya.
(PIG SNORTING)
MR SUTCLIFFE: Good litter, has our Gracie.
Wonderful mother, eh?
Hates to be separated from them.
Well, yes, but I can't treat her out here in the yard. (LAUGHS NERVOUSLY)
No, no, well, just pop her through the double doors over there. That'll be champion.
Well, yes, but...
(PIGS SQUEALING)
TRISTAN: No!
Get off, get off, get off!
Shoo! Shoo!
Damn!
I can't make head or tail of it, Mr Farnon.
Right, then, Katharine. Let's have a look at this one.
Am I right in thinking these lambs were bottle-fed, Mrs Clarke?
Oh, aye, I hand-fed 'em myself!
-And me, Gran! -Me and Mary together.
(PIGS SQUEALING)
All right, Mr Farnon?
-TRISTAN: Fine! -(PIGS SQUEALING)
Well, an acute form of bloat caused by overeating. That's...
That's my guess, Mrs Clarke.
Bloat's always a problem with bottle-fed lambs.
They tend to be greedy. Is there any way they could've got into the food store?
But it's kept locked, Mr Farnon.
It's something I carefully see to myself.
It were open this morning, Gran.
-What, the feed shed? -Aye! Me and Katharine had to shut it!
It's true, Gran.
I could be sure I closed it...
Of course, if you found it open,
well, that means I must have forgot.
So these lambs could have got at the feed bin?
Well, that seems the only way to explain it.
SIEGFRIED: Accidents happen in the best-regulated families, Mrs Clarke.
Now, I'll tell you what I'm gonna do.
First, I'm gonna give them an injection to stimulate the liver.
Then we'll have to get rid of the gas,
then I'm gonna give them a laxative to flush out the contents of the stomach.
And after that, when we're sure of their recovery,
I'd very much appreciate a cup of tea.
(LOUD GRUNTING)
(BREATHING HEAVILY)
TRISTAN: That animal is...
Aye, like I said. Gamesome.
(PIERCING WHISTLE)
(PIGS QUIET DOWN)
Right, then, lass.
You've had your bit of fun. Now behave yourself.
MR SUTCLIFFE: All right. There's a good girl.
In you go.
Wonderful animals, pigs. Aye, there's only one word for them.
"Sagacious", Mr Farnon. That's the word. Sagacious.
TRISTAN: Yes, well, I can think of other words.
Erm, where does Our Gracie spend most of her time?
With me, lad. Follows me round like a dog.
Yes, I thought so.
If she spent more time in that sty where she belongs,
she wouldn't have this problem now.
Problem?
You see that?
It's sunburn, Mr Sutcliffe.
She needs some ointment rubbed into it.
Well, you'd best get on with it, then, lad.
(TRISTAN SIGHS)
(GRUNTS)
(ROARING)
Um, could you just hold this a minute, Mr Sutcliffe?
And, um, rub the ointment in. The instructions are on the label.
-Me? -Yes, yes, there's absolutely nothing to it, I assure you.
Any problems, let us know. Good day.
Mr Farnon...
-Yes? -What about the rest of the job, then?
Our Gracie's litter, it wants gelding.
You want me to castrate that animal's litter?
Well, your brother said he'd do it next time he came.
Oh, my brother arranged it.
Yes, well, um, don't worry, Mr Sutcliffe,
I'm sure my brother won't have forgotten, in fact, um,
I'll remind him myself directly I see him.
Goodbye!
I don't know what you must be thinking, Mr Farnon,
with not even a bit of fresh baking to offer you.
Nonsense, Mrs Clarke. These are delicious!
All the same, it would be a great shame
if you didn't have time to exercise your culinary skills.
Do you think perhaps you're doing a bit too much nowadays?
-I've got a few good years left in me yet. -Of course, you have.
Long enough to hand this place over to young Mary,
when she's of an age.
Besides,
it's summat I promised myself I'd do for our Frank.
And after that, they can do what they want with me, Mr Farnon.
(BOTH LAUGHING)
Isn't it a good thing how Katharine has settled back here now?
Oh, aye.
It's great to have her back after all this time.
Mind you, she didn't spend all those years training to help out here.
Boy, and she's been offered a new job, you know.
-In Africa. -Yes, I do know.
-You must be very proud of her. -Oh, aye.
It's what she's always wanted, you know.
A hospital of her own to run.
No, Mr Farnon, I wouldn't want her to feel under any obligation to me.
Well, I think it would be love rather than obligation, Mrs Clarke.
No, well, aye... I mean, if she felt that I'm...
No, it's just that...
If she thinks she ought to or summat but, er...
There's no reason for her to think anything like that.
No, of course not.
But I will miss her when she goes.
And so will young Mary.
-Tristan! Are you injured? -What?
Oh, my shoes, um, no... Just a silly accident.
-Have you only just finished your rounds? -Erm, yes.
Including Sutcliffe's pampered pet?
Uh, yes... No problem. (LAUGHS)
In fact, that's what I wanted to see you about.
I'm neglecting the inner man!
Ted, a pint of best bitter, please!
You were saying?
Well, Mr Sutcliffe wants Our Gracie's litter castrated.
-Should be interesting. -(LAUGHING)
Yes, it should be.
Despite the no doubt favourable opinion she's formed of you,
I dare say Gracie would take a dimmish view of you mishandling her offspring.
-Yes. -Well, you'll win her over, Tris.
-Touch of the old Farnon charm. -Yes, exactly.
All difficulties will melt like mist in sunshine.
Well, I'm afraid the Farnon charm is going to have to come from you, Siegfried.
Mr Sutcliffe insists you're the man for the job.
Me? But, er, it's your case, Tristan.
Well, yes, but the litter isn't.
I'm afraid it's your thoughtless, good nature talking.
Er, no, Gracie is now your patient.
Sutcliffe must be made to realise that it would simply be unethical.
Well, yes, but if he wants you, Siegfried, you must, I mean, in the interest of
client satisfaction.
Client satisfaction is very important, I agree with that, Tristan.
But your professional pride is more important still.
That Sutcliffe must persuaded that when a Farnon puts his hand to the plough,
there is no turning back.
You won't have any trouble with Our Gracie now, Mr Farnon.
I've put her in the shed across the yard.
-Good, strong door, I hope. -Oh, aye, it'll do.
Right, let's have the first one, Mr Sutcliffe.
(PIGLETS SQUEALING)
Now, then, young man!
The damn thing's ruptured, Mr Sutcliffe.
Aye, yes, three or four of them are.
I'll have to give them a general!
All right.
(SIGHS)
-Hello, Franco. -James.
You are working up here today?
-Mmm-hmm. I'm reading the tests I did the other day. -Hmm.
What's wrong?
Lord Hulton has bought new sheep.
Ah, the blue-faced Leicesters.
Yes, but the lambs...
They are not well.
You have time to come and look at them?
Yes. Yes, of course.
-Where are they? -Oh, not far.
(SOFT THUMP)
MR SUTCLIFFE: They up?
TRISTAN: Now what?
Summat just fell down over there.
Could we press on, please?
(CATS WHIMPERING)
Next one, Mr Sutcliffe.
Right, lad...
-Now, just hold him still. -Aye.
(PIGS SQUEALING)
Hello!
Oh, for goodness sake, Mr Sutcliffe,
are all your animals completely unmanageable?
She seems a bit unwell, Mr Farnon.
This cat's out cold!
-There's summat else and all. -What?
(MEOWING MEEKLY)
My God! They've eaten the testicles!
(LAUGHS)
They're always about when there's a chance of summat a bit tasty, like.
A bit tasty? Those testicles were stuffed full of barbiturate!
They've been knocked out.
Well, if that don't beat down reason.
Well, then,
what do you reckon we ought to do about it, then?
Well, there's nothing we can do, really. Just let them sleep it off.
Don't forget to keep an eye on the rest of the flock, just in case.
-I won't. -Good.
-You drink with me, James? -Oh! That's a nice idea!
Cheers!
Oh, good stuff.
-Mmm. -Your good health!
Thank you.
Franco, what is it?
I, um...
I have a question to ask.
A private question.
Go on, then.
James...
What is correct way here when someone wishes to marry?
Marry?
See, in my country, it's not a problem.
We, uh...
We have a special person who arranges such things between families.
But in England,
I think, is different.
Oh, yes. Very different.
How... How different?
Well, I only speak for myself. But when Helen and I wanted to get married...
Helen? Helen is local girl, James?
Oh, yes. Yorkshire, born and bred.
And?
Well, there's nothing much to say, really.
I proposed, she accepted. Here we are.
But... But her family, James?
Oh, I talked to her father.
And many hours, and God knows how many bottles later, he gave his permission.
-End of story. -Hmm.
And the beginning of one that's made you very happy, e vero?
Si. (LAUGHS)
Franco, it's none of my business but, uh,
you're not thinking of marriage for yourself, are you?
Yes, James.
-Oh, that's marvellous! Cheers! -James...
-You will not think bad if I cannot say who? -Mmm-hmm.
-Um, first I must ask. -Er, propose.
-Propose. Yes? -Yes.
And if she accepts,
-then I tell you. -Thank you.
And I'm sure she will accept.
Grazie.
-You are a good friend, James. -Thanks, Franco.
Salute!
(LOUD GRUNTING)
Oh. (LAUGHS)
I reckon Our Gracie is wanting a word with you, Mr Farnon!
Yes, well, just keep her in there till I've gone, Mr Sutcliffe.
Aye.
Goodbye!
(TRISTAN BREATHING HEAVILY)
Get in, damn you!
Eh,
what a to-do, eh?
Having a little trouble with your motor, are you, Tristan?
How did you guess?
Well, when I see a car running along with the tines of a hay prong
sticking into the radiator...
(CAR RADIATOR HUMMING)
Oh, no!
(MEOWING)
Hello! What have we here?
-Who's this? -Oh, it's one of Sutcliffe's farm cats.
-Stowaway? -More like a drunk looking for a place to sleep it off.
Look, she's cut herself.
Must have fallen onto something.
-That's gonna need suturing. -I'd better get her back to the surgery, eh?
Hmm.
What the deuce were you doing up at Sutcliffe's, anyway?
A pranged car, an attack by a mad sow,
Sutcliffe's barn raining comatose cats...
It's an amazing day, even by Tristan's extraordinary standards.
The cats ate the doped testicles?
-Like manna from heaven, apparently! -(JAMES LAUGHS)
-James... -Hello, darling.
You saw Franco this morning.
Yes. What's the matter?
That was Katharine on the telephone.
She's, um, in a bit of a state about it, actually.
-Katharine? -(HELEN STAMMERING)
She's worried that, perhaps, he told you something he shouldn't.
And she's very anxious that it doesn't get back to her grandmother.
Oh, I see! How long have you known?
-Only just now. -(JAMES LAUGHS)
What's all this about Katharine and Franco?
Well, just so long as it doesn't harm Grandma Clarke.
No, no, no. You better know.
Franco told me that he was thinking of getting married soon.
What?
But that's the most wonderful news!
-It's the best! -I take it Katharine's the lucky girl?
Yes, apparently.
And I thought she was leaving to find a job somewhere else.
HELEN: No. She wants to stay here now.
Of course, Grandma Clarke wants her to stick to her nursing.
Yes, but being an experienced nurse,
she's well aware just how frail her grandmother is.
She's needed here, Siegfried.
If only Grandma Clarke would accept Franco,
they could both stay here and look after Mary and the farm.
Yes, exactly. So, why does it have to be hidden from her?
The best of reasons, Siegfried, she...
She loves her grandmother.
She'd rather die than cause her any pain.
-By marrying Franco? -Well, you forget what Franco was.
Oh, come on!
Grandma Clarke made her peace with Franco a year back!
Yes, but neighbourly relations with a wartime enemy are one thing,
even if his compatriots did kill your only son.
Accepting him as one of the family is an entirely different matter.
At least that's what Katharine feels and then Franco too, I should think.
Planning a busy day, Tris?
TRISTAN: Oh, I hadn't really made any plans, James.
I thought I'd just...
Start off gently and see how things progress.
Oh, Siegfried, Mr Sutcliffe telephoned.
Did he?
And how might you suppose that would interest me?
It was about his charming, old sow again.
Our Gracie. Got an overgrown tooth. Always something, isn't there?
He wants you to pop over and whip it out.
Tristan, we have an agreement.
TRISTAN: True.
Made at your own urgent insistence.
TRISTAN: Also true.
-To which you yourself dictated the terms. -Undeniable.
An agreement to which I mean to hold you.
TRISTAN: Quite so. Only, uh...
I haven't got a car.
Remember?
(FEROCIOUS GRUNTING)
TRISTAN: No, no. Sorry! Argh!
MR SUTCLIFFE: Just take it easy. Take it nice and gentle.
TRISTAN: Quiet. Quiet!
-That's it, Gracie! -Come on, girl!
TRISTAN: Come on, Gracie, there's a good pig!
Come on, Gracie!
I don't know what's the matter with Our Gracie today.
Summat seems to have upset her.
We really should be pressing on, Tristan, you know.
All right.
You tie her up. And show us how it's done.
Keeping on top of things, Mrs Clarke?
That'll be something new, Mr Herriot.
Franco, I just wanted to do a follow up on those lambs of yours.
Oh, we're nearly done, James, then he's all yours.
The women, James!
Always they tell me what to do.
Clarke females, Mr Pedretti.
We reckon a good man like we reckon a good sheep.
They're there to be bid.
(ENRAGED GRUNTING)
Tristan, do you think you could possibly hurry up?
-We can't keep her like this forever! -Coming! Coming!
-(GRACIE ROARING) -Tristan!
I'm with you! I'm with you!
Now, is everybody ready?
We are ready!
Just, er, tighten her up now, Siegfried.
Argh! What the...
Never mind.
I'm awfully sorry, Siegfried!
It's no matter, Tristan. Let's just get on with the job.
It's going purple!
What?
Um...
How much, er... Uh...
-The dope. How much did I get? -Well, I'm not sure.
Well, it still looks full-ish.
Oh, good.
Good. Right then, now, er, Mr Radcliffe.
Sutcliffe.
Steady on! I've got you!
Um... I think possibly the car.
-Yes, of course! Just... Just lean on me! -Ow!
Sorry, sorry.
Soon have you out of here, Siegfried. Come on!
MR SUTCLIFFE: There's a good girl.
(LAUGHING)
Hey!
I did it myself, Mr Farnon, huh?
Well, someone had to do the job.
TRISTAN: Yes, yes. Thank you.
MR SUTCLIFFE: Oh, you'll want this and all.
Right.
-(SIEGFRIED SHOUTING IN PAIN) -Sorry.
-They are like new again, James! -Yes.
-No problems with the other ones? -No.
-Good. -All okay.
So...
If, perhaps, I have to go from here,
I don't leave any troubles behind me for new shepherd.
Where are you going?
I wish to marry, James.
Because of this, I think, perhaps, it's necessary we go live somewhere else.
I see.
I think you understand better if I say...
James, it is Katharine I have asked to marry with me.
Oh, yes.
Have you told Mrs Clarke?
No. Not yet.
Upsetting news. Mrs Clarke had a nasty fall earlier this afternoon.
-What? -Apparently, she sustained no serious injury
but obviously she's badly shaken, extremely distressed.
She was carrying a bucket of sheep dip when she fell
and some of it splashed over young Mary's little cat.
Oh, Lord. If it got some of that stuff on its fur and tried to lick itself clean...
-Exactly. -Who was that on the telephone?
That was Katharine. She was very precise about it all.
I'll come with you. What kind of dip was it?
Arsenical-based. I saw them using it this morning.
So we'll need some sodium thiosulphate, yes?
Yes, of course!
Intravenously!
Now, that's a much better antidote than ferrous hydroxide.
-Thank you, Tristan! -Well, it's the least I can do, Siegfried.
Right. Now, where's, um, Sutcliffe's cat?
In the kitchen, being spoiled rotten by Mrs Alton.
Put it in the box while I bring the car around.
Then we'll return it to Sutcliffe on our way home.
Well, Siegfried, can't we leave Sutcliffe's cat until later?
SIEGFRIED: Be a good fellow. Buck up and box up, huh?
Hello, Franco.
Thank you for coming so late, Signor Farnon.
Katharine is making things ready for you.
How's the cat?
Mary...
Polly's dead, isn't she, Mr Farnon? (SNIFFLING)
Well, you see, I'm afraid that she was really too ill for us to do anything about it.
At least she won't feel any more pain, Mary.
-Can I have her now, Mr Farnon? -Of course.
There's a place in the garden I want to put her.
That's all right, isn't it, Gran?
Aye, love.
I'll help you, Mary.
-Do you want to carry her? -(MARY SNIFFLING)
Oh, dear. What an unfortunate occurrence.
And it were all my fault, Mr Farnon.
Don't say that, Gran, it was an accident.
An accident is right.
And we've had more than enough of them lately.
I mean, who knows?
The next one might be even worse still!
Oh, don't, Gran!
Oh, but it's true, Katharine.
I haven't been myself lately.
Pretend it's not there, I thought, and it'll go away.
But it hasn't.
(CRYING) I'm sorry, love.
And, Mr Farnon, what must you be thinking of me?
Oh, my dear Mrs Clarke...
Mr Farnon understands.
He understands what a silly old woman I am.
And it's that that's bothering me.
The only thing that'll bother me, Mrs Clarke,
is if you go on running yourself down like this.
Yes, but, you see, the thing is, Mr Farnon,
it's not on my own account that I'm worried.
It's young Mary!
She'll get over it, Gran.
Oh, I don't mean the cat, love. I mean...
Well, what's to become of her,
stuck out here on her own with an old woman
who isn't safe to be left with the simplest little jobs?
You know, there's no need for you to be on your own.
Is there, Katharine?
What does Mr Farnon mean, love?
KATHARINE: He means...
He means,
that if you'll have me,
I'm staying here
with you and Mary, Gran.
Staying here?
But what about the job abroad? What about the new hospital?
My place is here with you, Gran.
No, no. Think, love.
All those years you've spent training...
They won't go to waste.
Well, of course not.
The skills of a trained nurse are in demand anywhere.
But, chucking away all that you've worked and planned for just because I'm not right?
Just for me and Mary?
Well, I won't have it!
No.
Gran...
It's not only for you and Mary.
It's also for the man I love.
Man?
What man?
Well, I would have told you sooner only I couldn't bear to upset you...
What's got into her, Mr Farnon? Because I don't understand.
Katharine, can I have a word with your grandmother?
What is it, Mr Farnon?
Well, you see, Mrs Clarke,
Katharine has met someone very special.
Someone, in fact, that she wants to marry.
-Marry? -(STUTTERING) Yes, it's such a happy thing,
and one, don't you see, that can still your anxiety about the future,
especially Mary's future.
You see, Katharine and her husband could ensure that, couldn't they?
Oh, dear...
Well, I don't know what to say.
I mean...
Because I know naught about him,
whoever he is.
He's a good man, Mrs Clarke,
who's earned the respect and the friendship of everyone he's come across.
But who is he, Mr Farnon?
Well, I think that's something that Katharine must tell you herself, don't you?
Katharine!
Mrs Clarke.
(NERVOUSLY) I, uh...
I ask that you permit that...
That me and Katharine can marry, Mrs Clarke.
Oh, you're there.
Everything all right?
Yes, I think so. I hope so, Tristan.
What about, er, Mary?
(MEOWING)
Sutcliffe's cat?
It seemed providential somehow.
My dear boy...
It's an inspired notion.
(CHURCH BELLS RINGING)
PHOTOGRAPHER: That's lovely, that's lovely. And, closer.
And, that's lovely, and hold it!
And smile...
(CAMERA CLICKING)
(CHILDREN LAUGHING)
MAN: What a day!
(SPEAKING INDISTINCTLY)
KATHARINE: Mr Farnon!
You were never lovelier! (LAUGHING)
-Good luck. -Thank you.
(CHEERING)
MAN: Congratulations!
What a day, my dear. What a wonderful day.
By heck.
There's nothing like a good cry at a wedding to turn the clock back.
And to think I've got so much.
And not so long ago I had nothing to give!
That's never been the case with you, Mrs Clarke.
Oh, I was always one to give advice,
ever telling folk to look to the good no matter how bleak or hopeless.
But you have to know how to take as well as give.
You can only do so much for yourself.
And sometimes it's not enough.
Come on, Mrs Clarke, the car's waiting to take you to the reception.
Oh, well, thank you, love. I'm ready.
-So, I'll see you there. -SIEGFRIED: Yes.
Oh, and thank you.
Thank you, both, for what...
Well... Well, thank you.
-Well, James? -Siegfried?
-In good party mood, I hope. -Fit for anything.
Right, then, we'll be off as soon as we can find young Lochinvar.
Actually, I thought I might sell the old thing anyway.
Thought I might go for a Jag or something.
Ah, Siegfried.
-James. -Let's go, Tris.
Uh, look,
why don't you two go on?
And leave you car-less and forlorn?
Well, actually, I thought that Judith might squeeze me into hers.
But I haven't got a car, Tristan.
Oh, but you said you were driving to the reception.
Yes, but not in my car.
Farnon, Herriot and Farnon arrived as one. Let's continue as we started.
-Tristan, may we? -Bye, Judith.
Bye, Judith. I'll see you...