All Creatures Great & Small

Darrowby 2297. Hello, Mrs Pumphrey's butler here.

Yes, Francois, Flop Bot again?

Non, Tricki's struggling to breathe. That does sound bad.

Mrs Pumphrey would like you to come.

All right, I'll be there as soon as I can. Merci. Thank you.

Maggie! Maggie, come on wake up. Come on. It's seven o'clock.

Oh, bugger!

Come on. I'll see you later.

If you're in the pub. See you later.

Quiet down Jess!

In here. Wait, Tristan!

Morning. Oh. Thank you, John.

Good morning, Mrs Hall.

You were wearing that yesterday.

Just...trying to ease the laundry

burden before I leave for college next week.

Morning. Just the man. For what exactly?

It's only a week before I go

and there's that small matter of my cheque.

Cheque. What cheque? For food. Lodgings.

Oh, don't worry about that. You're family. Happy to help. No.

So I can go back to college? Oh, I see.

You're not leaving today, are you? No, but...

Cos there's a list of medicines to make up, as long as your arm.

Be glad to. Oh, and would you mind answering the phone,

morning and night.

James and Mrs Hall are far too busy.

Stay calm. Don't enrage him.

Siegfried? Don't!

Don't what?

Don't you think we do as well to just get it over with?

Once you've convinced me you deserve it.

I thought you wanted me to go to college. No.

I want you to pass your exams.

I know from bitter experience,

that one is not necessarily followed by the other.

It'll be different this time. I'll apply myself.

Hudson's instrument please. If you want that cheque Tristan,

you'll need to earn it. What are you doing?

Thank you. It's a lot of money, you can't just expect him

to hand it over just like that.

Especially if he thinks you're gonna waste it. Stop that. Agh!

You'll make the wall grubby.

Keep your nose clean, stay out of his whisky,

and don't give him any excuse.

Oh, you know me, good as gold.

That your shade?

Ah, we fell asleep on the sofa.

Hop it, you.

Thank you.

Only one more week.

Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey. Oh, thank you so much for coming.

Let's take a look at you, Tricki.

Can you hear all that rasping and wheezing?

It's like he's got a little steam train inside him?

I asked Francois to build the fires

up, but it hasn't made much difference. It's not the cold.

Don't tell me it's the Spanish Flu. I couldn't bare it.

I've never heard of that crossing over into the canine species before.

It's not, a weak heart?

You've been sticking to the diet I prescribed?

To the letter, Mr Herriot.

One cup of biscuits, twice daily?

Perhaps not every letter.

We all need the odd treat or life becomes a little dull.

Don't you think?

Tricki-woo is becoming dangerously overweight.

He's struggling to breathe. He's going to die.

He's not going to die.

But he's been so listless, Mr Herriot.

I thought he must be suffering from malnutrition, so I've been

giving him a little extra between meals, just to build him up.

Dare I ask?

A little calf's foot jelly,

uh, cod liver oil, beef Wellington.

And a bowl of Horlicks at night to help him sleep.

Oh, dear, he's never been away from home before.

Are you sure this is quite necessary? Absolutely.

We'll keep him at Skeldale House under observation.

That way, we can rule out anything more serious.

What's all this? Oh, just a few essentials for Tricki.

Can't have him going without.

Oh, goodbye, my precious!

Oh, this is too tragic.

I'll take good care of him. You have my word.

Vomiting again, he is.

What did he have for breakfast?

Oh, right. Any odds and sods.

Leftovers from my dinner, bones from the butcher.

I catch him eating newspaper.

Well, I think probably his diet

might have something to do with his upset stomach.

Oh, I can't afford to be giving him the tip-top stuff.

All right.

Would you have a closer look at him, then?

Easy now.

Err, he seems lively enough.

Let's, erm, try some different medication.

See if that settles things down.

What are you up to in here?

Preparing the medicines, as ordered.

Five drops in his water, every day.

How much will that be then? Oh, don't worry about that.

We'll save that for you and Clancy.

What's all this?

Tricki's essentials. He's here for a period of convalescence.

Err, he won't be needing his hamper of goodies.

Oh, don't be too hasty, James, we need to ease the poor boy in.

Just pop it on the table over there.

Thank you, Charlie.

That dog is an absolute disgrace.

It's not his fault. Mrs Pumphrey overindulges him.

All the fine foods, the pampering.

It's done him no good whatsoever.

He's been spoilt.

I know it comes from a place of love. Well, of sorts.

He's learnt so many bad habits, the eating, the lack of exercise.

The inability to carry out the most basic of instructions!

I don't know.

He gives paw pretty well. Paw.

He can't even answer the bloody phone!

The phone? I mean, I don't know how he ever would,

that would be fairly extraordinary.

Siegfried?

Can you in fact hear that? What? Don't worry. I'll get it.

No, you won't! Don't you dare! It's his job.

I told him to do it, and he'll damn well do it.

Don't you walk away when I'm talking to you!

Well, I thought you wanted me to answer the phone.

Can no-one hear that? Don't answer it! He has to do it.

Genuinely no idea what you want me to do.

I'm fed up to the back teeth with you!

All you do is laze around, fattening yourself, while I foot the bill!

Ow! Well, you can wave goodbye to your cheque,

until you buck your bloody ideas up!

Darrowby 2297.

Oh, don't worry. I'll give these a good scrub afterwards.

Mm...

I'm going to get you fighting fit, Tricki.

Shouldn't you be making yourself useful?

Hm? Oh, my brother's little tantrum yesterday?

No, I wouldn't worry about that,

Mrs H, he'll want me gone soon enough.

Well, that may be so, but it mightn't be to where you want to be.

Let me help you with that, Jim.

Good morning, Siegfried.

How much did you say it was Jim? An ounce of biscuits?

An ounce and a half.

Jim has left me in charge of Tricki today.

More fool him. Actually, Tris...

James is needed up at Dobson's.

Helen called last night,

her bull's having trouble performing.

She asked for him specifically.

Oh, that'll be awkward! Why's that?

It won't be. It's not.

Go on, then, James, you've a few to get through this morning.

I promised Mrs Pumphrey I'd take good care of him...

Which is why you entrusted me with Tricki, hey?

Ooh!

Oh, you're not afraid of that little thing?

Being fearful is the sign of a higher intellect.

He needs regular exercise and lots of water.

Yes, yes. I think I can just about manage.

Will you come to church with me this morning? Yes.

Lord knows I have enough to pray for.

I'm doing your favourite, roast beef. Ooh!

Make sure you earn it.

Understood. Shall we?

Sorry, Tricki, doctor's orders!

Morning.. Thanks for coming.

I thought you were gonna put lead in his pencil,

not a bullet in the back of his head. No offence, lad.

Now, Mr Dobson. You know James was in the right on that one.

Mm, aye. I understand Clive's having some difficulty serving the cows.

Aye, he's not showing much interest.

Much? He's not been up on any of 'em.

You said your bull will perform.

And if he don't get 'em knocked up, then I shan't be paying.

How long's Clive been in with them? A week now.

Mr Dobson's been giving his cows plenty of water,

so he should smell 'em well enough.

Has this happened before?

Never. Most of the time it's getting him to stop that's the trouble.

From my experience that's often the way. Really?

With bulls.

Shall we take a look at him?

Hello, old friend. Remember me?

Tricki.

Oi, Tricki.

You left Tricki in the care of Tristan? He'll be fine.

He will, won't he?

Is it all right down there?

Impressive...and healthy.

We'll give him a shot of testosterone,

see if that gets him going.

Any idea how long that'll take before it as an effect?

Should be fairly immediate. Good.

I don't know how you Dales farmers do it,

your livelihood's constantly at the mercy of nature.