All Creatures Great and Small - Third Season

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There he is! My boy!Hello Mum.

You're too young to be getting married,

you should still be at home with your mammy.

He'd be an old man

before he get wed if it was up to you.

-Hello, son. -Hello, dad.

Let me take those.

You all right there, pa?Aye... just a bit sore.

They've got him working all hours plating ships at the dock.

You'd think we're already at war the rate they're building.

It won't come to that,

but I'm happy to do my bit all the same.

Aye. You did that the first time around.

You sure you don't want to join us tonight, pa?

Well...Och, your father's got no time for all that carry on.

Have you, dear?Er... no.

No, I suppose not.I'll carry these inside for you.

It might be James' last night as a single man--

but don't drink too much.

More importantly, don't let James drink too much.

I want him walking Helen down that aisle tomorrow, not staggering.

You can lead a horse to water, Mrs H.,

but you can't make it guzzle six pints of Sharpe's brew.

If you pour it down his bloomin' neck, you can.

Oh, don't be so fussy, Clancy. It's just for one night.

Mr Mulligan will be back to pick you up tomorrow evening.

What're you doing? It's only five and twenty to six.

Finished for the day.

Already?

Plenty of bread.

The Harris' cat that needed spaying?

Done.And there's milk too.

What about Mulligan's hell hound, Clancy?

Oh, the usual vomiting but there's something on his chest too.

I've administered digoxin,

but we'll keep him overnight, see how he responds.

Well make sure he's locked away, or he'll chew the place to pieces.

Slow and steady wins the race.

Look, I know this must be hard for you both,

but your days of molly-coddling me are over.

I'm a fully-functioning member of society now.

You'll just have to find someone else to mother-hen.

Ah Jim! Perfect timing.

Mrs Hall's got your first tipple of the evening.

Parents get settled in all right?

Yes, they're staying at the Falcon Inn again.

You know James, this wedding business is really rather inconsiderate of you.

Oh, is it, Siegfried?

Yes, it damned well is.

And then there's this honeymoon you're drifting gaily off on.

You can't begrudge the boy a holiday.

A week in North Riding? Lovely.

It's not lovely, it's bloody awful.

A whole week!

And I'm here, running around disappearing halfway up my own backside!

Oh, only halfway? We should've booked in for two.

I'm sorry, Helen, but spring is our busiest time of year.

I didn't mean to land you in it like this.

No, he's only had it booked in for six months.

Exactly, you don't plan ahead.

You go belting in without a care in the world.

Now hang on a minute, it was you who--

Marriage is a serious step, it shouldn't be undertaken without serious thought.

May I remind you of the old saying,

"Marry in haste, repent at leisure."

Well-- Um...

Oh, not you two. I meant people. Other people.

You'll probably be fine.

Are we sure, we don't want him to say a few words at the service?

Even if he does rather leave me in the lurch.

We are keeping it small tomorrow, Mrs H,

but if you did want to bring Gerald along...

Lord, no. We just walk our dogs together.

I completely understand that you want to keep it to your nearest and dearest.

And sorry to you too, Siegfried.

Oh, nothing to apologize for.

I wouldn't want any of them to get the wrong idea.

Them?

Um, hadn't we better eat? We're due at the Drovers in what? An hour?

Don't you mean, them.

So many lovely things.

Almost too much choice.

Ring?

Safely stowed in my--

Oh, my God.

Ah... just joking! It's just a joke!

Can I check?

Almost offended.

Your life wouldn't be worth living. Do we understand one another?

Thanks, Triss.

Ohh. Let's eat.

Thank you, Mrs H.

The first time I ever saw you,

I was so distracted, I got off the bus in the middle of nowhere.

Alton Cross.

I remember wondering what you were up to.

I never imagined for a second this is where we'd end up.

Yes, you did.

Yes. Yes. I did.

I'd better hop on. I'll see you tomorrow.

Count on it.

Still time to change your mind.

Not for anything in the world.

Gentlemen.

I'm sure you are aware of the growing tensions in Europe.

University-educated men like yourselves would likely come into the army as officers.

It would be nice being the one giving orders for a change.

Are the RAF looking for recruits?

There will be officers from the other branches visiting here soon, I'm sure.

You're wasting your time with these two I'm afraid.

Oh, hang on a minute. I'm perfectly capable--

Reserved occupation. Vet.

Like fathers.

They have a more important role to play.

Now then, gentlemen, I think we have got some business to attend to.

Come along, look lively!

Best man buys the first round?

One last look?Ahh!

Spoil sport.

You are going to be all right?

Don't worry about me.

Er, don't wait up.

Look after James.Don't you misbehave either!

Right, you two be careful up on that roof.

And you...steady with my ale.

Can I have your room? Since you're not coming back this time.

My bed'll barely be cold before you're in it.

Well what'd you expect? It's way more comfy.

'Course you can. I'll be back here every day.

Hey, nothing's going to change.

Just because I'm getting married, it won't be any different.

You know, Mum would be so proud of you. Everything you've done for us.

Don't--you'll set me off.

I love you to your ruddy bones.

Even if you are an annoying little tyke.

Less of the little now.

Aye. Less of the little.

Now then lad, I'm under strict orders to make sure

you don't get in trouble, so, um...

...go steady on that ale.

Tom, sort out James, will you?

Same again, Maggie.A shot of Dunville's coming up.

Something stronger?

No, no more Tom, look, I've plenty left here.

It's empty!

Which is plenty enough for me!

He's empty!

A yard of ale, if you wouldn't mind please, Maggie.

I'll bring it over.

Arthur, shelf in stock room.

Thanks, Arthur.

I still don't see what he's got that I haven't.

That tells a story of its own.

Ah, just in time, big brother.

Um, how much is that, Maggie?

But Tristan, you're a fully functioning member of society now.

Yes, I am a tiny bit short.Go on.

It's a hell of a thing.

One cow we sold turned out to have tuberculosis.

Me whole herd might be infected. It's the waiting.

I can barely sleep for worrying about it.

Losing your herd is a terrible thing to contemplate.

It's not me herd, it's the infected milk that might come from it.

People will be drinking that! We need to know.

Sorry, I shouldn't be spoiling your fun like this.

No, it's fine.Have a good one, lad.

He lost his first son to TB ten years ago.

Young Wilf there and his Dad had a struggle.

Milk from his old herd.

You know you're in trouble when they serve drinks by their length.

No...No, I can't.

Can't?Wh-- I shouldn't.

Come on. Come on!

Ooh! Blimey. It smells like a brewery in here.

No, Maggie, you're a married woman.

Uh, Jess, it's just you!

Breakfast will be on the table in five minutes.

Okay.

Where's James? I hope you didn't lose him last night?

I confess the details are a little hazy.

No, no, no...the ring!

Oh, God.

You certainly seem in a better state than your brother.

The exuberance of youth is no match for the resilience of experience.

Yours, I believe? I found them covered in mud.

I--I may've had a slight tumble on my way home.

I found them in the pantry.

I was in need of cheese.

You took your clothes off for a slice of cheddar?

I was not entirely compos mentis.

And I found this in the pocket.

I thought it prudent to relieve Tristan of the responsibility.

He left it on the table last night, I doubt he even realized.

Breakfast will just be a minute. The rat's yours, I presume?

Ah...Yes! I do now recall.

Do you?

Not particularly, no.

And what about James? His bed don't look like it's been slept in.