All Creatures Great & Small

Sounds like the carburettor.

Yes, I'm aware of that.

She's not cooperating.

I'll try again tomorrow.

Could you, erm, give this to Audrey for me?

Is there any message?

She'll know what it's for.

Maggie asked me to give you this.

Oh, thank you.

Aren't you going to open it?

I'll do it later.

Ingredients are thin on the ground,

and I've a christening cake wants icing.

Is Mr Bosworth aware of these clandestine dealings?

I can assure you everything is strictly above board.

I've just called in a favour, that's all.

Someone's traipsed mud all through the hallway.

I've swept it twice today already.

Here, let me do it. You've got a cake to make.

I might retire to my office before someone tidies me away.

I'll be working on my speech if anyone needs me.

Speech?

Oh, are your parents not with you?

They're just getting settled at the B&B

- and then I'll bring them over. - Ah.

You don't see me going to all this trouble for your dad, do you?

That's different. I hardly ever see 'em.

I'm just the girl that dragged you away from Glasgow.

Corrupted me. Lured me to the dark side.

I bet they're excited to see you.

They're not interested in me.

It's you and Jimmy they've come to see.

- (Jimmy crying) - Oh, talk of his lordship.

Did you tell Siegfried he could write a speech?

Said it was part of his godparent duties.

I'll talk to him.

- And say what? - Tell him to keep it brief.

It's Siegfried we're talking about.

Carmody! Carmod...

- He's still not back from his exams. - Yes, yes.

Darrowby 2297.

Mr Biggins.

How's that nanny goat doing?

Really? We should have seen a marked improvement by now.

Yes, I understand.

I'll be with you as soon as I can.

- Problem? - Third case of lumpy jaw.

He's had me up there twice already.

You'll have to go for me, I'm afraid.

Why?

Because I'm likely to end up doing a stretch in Wormwood Scrubs

if I have to spend another second in that man's company.

If it was any other time, Siegfried. But with my parents...

Well, that's a convenient excuse, don't you think?

Everything alright?

Biggins.

Has he mentioned the gates yet?

You know he's got seven gates? Seven!

One after each of the deadly sins, no doubt.

He's run me ragged with his constant vacillations.

- Well, not this time. - I meant to ask.

How are you getting along with the speech for the christening?

Oh, I'm rather pleased with it, actually.

And how long is it, exactly?

This is the beginning of Jimmy's spiritual journey, James.

I take my role as godparent very seriously.

As do I.

But I shan't be doing a speech.

And for that, we'll be eternally grateful.

Right, I should fetch my parents.

They're champing at the bit to see Jimmy.

Abandon all hope, ye who enter here.

- Can I help you? - Telegram for Mr Farnon.

Mr Farnon?

Is that them?

No, you're alright.

Oh, ah, ow!

You want to get that carburettor seen to.

I see you still haven't got round to fixing that gate.

Helps keep undesirables out.

- As opposed to keeping them in? - Huh?

I think you better take me straight to your goat, Mr Biggins.

Does this mean I'll get my money back?

On account of you misdiagnosing like?

I'm perfectly confident in my diagnosis.

Funny how it always ends with me having to part

with me hard-earned cash.

Alright.

You're alright. Alright.

Are you absolutely sure you administered

the sulphanilamide as prescribed?

Aye. Exactly as you said.

Then we'll need to increase the dose.

Sounds expensive.

Would you get us some fresh straw, please?

She'll need somewhere comfortable to sleep.

Don't worry, old thing.

We'll soon have you grazing again.

There they are!

Ahhh!

Come and give your granny a big hug. Oh!

It's lovely to see you both.

He's gotten so big since we last saw him!

Aye. He's a bonny wee thing.

He's a bit grizzly tonight.

Teething, I bet.

It's too early for that.

He'll be wanting a feed, poor mite.

If I give him any more milk, he'll burst. Eh?

Nonsense! He's a growing boy.

He's like you, son. He's got a big appetite.

Does your mummy not feed you?

Perfect timing, Mrs H.

Mr and Mrs Herriot.

I trust you had a pleasant journey?

Aye. No complaints.

Need a hand?

What time is the christening tomorrow?

Midday.

Oh, I can't wait!

Is everything alright, Audrey?

- 'Course. - (dishes clattering)

The scones are fresh out the oven.

- Tea? - Yes, please.

Oh, these look lovely.

- That's very tasty. - (James Sr laughs)

You want to hold on to this one, son.

Oh, I can't take the credit, I'm afraid.

It's all Audrey's handiwork.

The flowers are all down to Helen.

Picked them fresh for you this morning.

What's that then?

A stimulant injection.

It might give her the boost she needs.

Nay, nay. She just needs some iodine.

We've been through this, Mr Biggins.

Iodine is of no use to your goat.

Yeah, you and your new-fangled powders.

Some kind of commission, are you?

I wouldn't be a competent veterinary surgeon

if I prescribed something as antiquated as iodine.

Expensive things, them injections.

How much is that going to cost me?

I honestly don't know.

Oh, you'll know alright when you get pen in your hand,

send me that big bill, won't you?

Alright, alright.

There we are.

Right, all we can do now is pray.

Gonna charge me for that as well?

Take this, and if it doesn't work, I won't charge you.

How does that sound?

Aye, I suppose.

Now, perhaps you'd be so good as to help me with the gate?

You're joking, aren't you? Bloody thing's a death trap.

My mother swore blind by Mrs Winslow's Soothing Syrup.

Later proven to contain dangerous levels of morphine.

Ohh, one last kiss from Granny before we go.

He's looking tired.

Oh, don't let that face fool you.

He'll have us up till the early hours.

Routine's the key.

James used to go down like clockwork.

Not so much as a peep out of him until morning.

Don't listen to her.

Had a set of lungs on him that could wake the dead.

Why don't you come round after breakfast?

We'll take Jimmy for a walk round Darrowby.

We'd like that.

Good night, son.

- Good night. - (Jimmy coos)

See you tomorrow.

- (Helen) Good night. - Night.

- (door closes) - That wasn't so bad, was it?

Er, how were Mr Biggins?

Insufferable as ever.

All I want to do is pour myself a whisky and lie in a hot bath.

- Mr Farnon. - Are we still playing host

to the Scottish contingent?

A telegram arrived.

It's addressed to you.

I see.

James and Helen are putting Jimmy to bed,

so you won't be disturbed.

Thank you, Mrs Hall.

He's coming home.

What does it say?

Home tomorrow.

Is that it?

Well, Tristan's never been one for detail.

- Why is he back? - Your guess is as good as mine.