All Creatures Great and Small (1978–1990): Season 5, Episode 10 - The Female of the Species - full transcript
Siegfried decides to take on a new student for a bit of practical experience. Calum is none too pleased but the student is a close friend's only child and he won't hear any complaints. Calum is also in a bad mood when Deirdre has to leave earlier than planned but regrets her departure less when the student, Emma Styles, arrives. She accompanies him on his rounds and he is quite taken with her but he questions whether it's practical for a woman to be involved in heavy animal work. Jack Sanders dog doesn't seem to be recovering from a fairly minor cut.
Yes, of course, Mr Mackenzie.
I'll catch the first train.
Well, if I leave straightaway
then I could catch the ten o'clock.
Yes. Yes.
Oh, goodbye, then.
- Your office?
- Yes.
- And you have to go back now?
- Calum, there's been a crisis.
- You said you could stay another week.
- I know. I thought I could, too.
I'll try and come back
the end of next week, all right?
All right.
I've got to pack.
- Calum...
- Yes, I'll take you to the station.
- Taxi?
- Yes, please.
Can you take me
to Skeldale House in Darrowby?
Yes, miss.
- Ah, Siegfried's told you, has he?
- Told me what?
- We've got a new student coming.
- Oh, fine.
Some gormless Herbert galumphing
about, steered between the cowpats?
It's always useful,
a spare pair of hands.
It's not the hands I'm worried about,
it's the two left feet.
Worth remembering, perhaps, that you
yourself were once a gormless Herbert.
And the two left feet to which
you evince such an inordinate antipathy
happen to belong to the only child
of a very dear friend of mine.
Don't worry.
We'll look after him, won't we, James?
- Oh...
- You'll look after him?
That's enormously reassuring.
Enormously reassuring, isn't it, James?
Siegfried, it's enormously reassuring.
Unless he happens to be a nonsmoking,
nondrinking vegetarian
with an aversion to salt in his food,
in which case the next two weeks could
be the most miserable of his entire life.
- Siegfried.
- James.
- (carhorn)
- A word in your ear.
(knock at door)
- Hello. Can I help you?
- Maybe.
- Oh.
- Emma Styles.
Ah, yes. And what seems
to be the trouble?
Oh, er...
Good Lord, I don't believe it.
- Siegfried?
- Yes.
Emma, my dear girl,
welcome to Skeldale.
- Welcome.
- Thank you.
Look at you. Good gracious.
Last time I saw you, you were that high.
You had braces. Your hair was in pigtails.
Siegfried, please. Don't remind me.
I take it you've encountered
Calum Buchanan?
- Emma Styles.
- (both) Hello.
And this poor soul, for his sins, is
my partner James Herriot. Emma Styles.
- Emma, nice to meet you.
- Now, look here.
It's with James and Helen
that you're going to be staying.
Why doesn't he drive you over to get rid
of your bags then take you out on rounds?
- If that's all right with James.
- Yes, of course it is. Come on.
- Bye-bye, Calum.
- Well, I'll see you later.
All right. See you later, Emma.
Our new student?
That's him, Calum.
Well, she's certainly
an improvement on the last one.
Oh, poor fella. All the same, I hope
that we don't allow Miss Styles's charms
to persuade us to - how shall I put it? -
become overprotective towards her.
After all, that would defeat
the object of the exercise.
Oh?
Well, I think you'd agree,
wouldn't you, that at first glance
Emma is hardly the obvious candidate
for a career in country practice?
- Is she planning one?
- Yes, apparently so,
in spite of her father's
best efforts to dissuade her,
which I suspect is why he sent her
up here for a couple of weeks to us.
Ah, to let her discover the awful truth
about large animal work for herself?
That's about the size of it. In fact,
Calum, I think what I'm trying to say is
that if a couple of cowpats do present
themselves in the next fortnight...
Ah, let her do her own steering. Right.
- Precisely so.
- Right.
- Deirdre! It's ten past.
- Coming, darling.
(Siegfried hums)
Jack! Good morning to you and
the terrible pair. Come on in, come on in.
- Hello, Mr Farnon.
- What's up?
It's Leah. She's cut herself.
Yes.
I see she has.
Let's have a look at this, then.
Good dog.
Well, that's luckily just a flesh wound,
but I'll need her up on the table
to put some stitches in it.
- How's the missus, Jack?
- She's very well, thank you.
Good for her, good for her.
Good for Betty.
There's a good girl.
Now, then, let's see what we can do.
Aah, baby.
Now, then.
- (yelps)
- Upsy-daisy.
- Look, could I make a suggestion?
- Yes, of course, by all means.
Only if you've no objection
to having Skipper up on here with her,
I think you'll find that'd make her
a bit more amenable.
Let's see what happens.
Come on, then, Skipper.
Come on. Come on, you.
Up and see your friend. There we are.
Stay there. Is that better?
Now, then.
You feel happier?
Oh, it works.
The original good companions, eh, Jack?
- Where are you off to?
- Just as far as the station.
- Deirdre?
- Here you are.
- I thought you were here another week.
- So did I.
But there's been some kind
of an emergency at the ministry.
- With luck I'll be back by next weekend.
- You'd better be.
- Emma, Deirdre McEwan.
- Hello.
- (Deirdre) Hello.
- (James) Emma's our new student.
- Well, goodbye. Bye, James.
- Bye, Deirdre.
- Give my love to Helen.
- Yes, of course.
Right, let's go.
- She's nice.
- Mm. He's a lucky fella.
- Ring me?
- Oh, aye.
- I'm gonna miss you.
- Good.
- Safe journey.
- I'll see you soon.
(both) Bye-bye.
I don't know why she's like this, love.
Mr Farnon said it were just a flesh wound.
- She hasn't touched her breakfast.
- I know. That's not like her at all.
You don't think it's turned septic, do you?
I think I'd better take her
down to surgery again.
Well, there's no sign of infection there,
Jack. In fact, it's healing beautifully.
Well, thank God for that, anyway.
So, what is it, then?
- Morning.
- Hello, James.
- Have you got a moment?
- Yes, of course. Hello, Jack.
- Morning, Mr Herriot.
- Take a look at this, would you?
The eyes, James.
What's the temperature?
- Oh, I see.
- So you know what it is, then, Mr Farnon?
I'm afraid we do. I'm afraid
your little bitch has got jaundice.
- Where would she have got that from?
- Does she come into contact with rats?
Aye. There's an old henhouse down the
bottom of the lane. She goes ratting there.
That'd be it, then. We need look
no further for the cause, eh, James?
Absolutely.
But there is something
that you can give her for it, isn't there?
- Well... Yes, yes, Jack, of course there is.
- Leptospiral antiserum?
That's right, James. And about as much
as the market will bear, I'd have thought.
Give our little friend an examination.
- Yes, of course.
- It's highly contagious, you see, Jack.
- I see.
- And I'm afraid it affects humans as well.
So you will be very careful, won't you,
to wash your hands thoroughly
- when you've been in contact with her?
- Right.
If Skipper here hasn't
already contracted it
then he'll need separate bowls
for feeding and drinking.
Aye, Mr Farnon.
- No sign of anything on this one.
- Well, thank goodness for that.
We'll give him a preventative injection
just to be sure, eh?
- Right, Mr Herriot.
- There we are, James.
- Oh, thanks, Siegfried.
- There you are.
- Oh, thanks.
- There we go.
- Got a problem?
- A soft tyre. I keep meaning to change it...
- Can I lend a hand?
- Eh, no. I'm nearly finished, thanks.
That's it.
- You settled in OK with James and Helen?
- Yes.
- A grand couple, aren't they?
- Terrific.
And what do you think of the place?
Darrowby, I mean.
It's lovely. Not that I've seen much yet.
- Will it hurt him, Mr Herriot?
- No.
- How do you know, though?
- I just know.
Come on. All right. Come on.
(whimpers)
Shh. I know, I know, I know, I know.
There we are. Now, that didn't
hurt you at all, did it? See?
There you are, Peter. Any more problems,
you let me know, yeah?
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
- James, the very man.
- The very man for what?
- Would you do me a favour?
- Yes.
- Well, I'm supposed to be on tonight.
- Yes.
- Would you do tonight?
- What's the occasion?
Nothing special.
I fancied going for a wee dram.
- I thought Deirdre was still in Edinburgh.
- Not with Deirdre. With Emma.
- Oh, I see.
- No, you don't see. It's nothing like that.
Uh-huh. Well, what is it like, Calum?
Emma told me she hasn't had a chance
to see anything of Darrowby.
What better introduction
than a tour of the best pubs?
What better, indeed?
All I'm doing is the same as I would do
for any other colleague.
- Of course it is. Of course it is.
- Well?
Calum, how can I possibly refuse?
Next, please.
Hello, Colin. Come in.
- Has she been vomiting much?
- Aye, she has, quite a bit.
Yes.
Bad, then, is it, Mr Farnon?
I'm afraid it's about
as bad as it can be, Betty.
What are her chances, then?
They're bad, Jack.
- (bartender) Your change.
- (Calum) Thank you very much.
Thanks.
Tell me, what's so wonderful
about being a country vet?
- You should know that.
- I know what I think is wonderful about it.
What you're saying is you can understand
it in a man but not in a woman.
- I didn't say that.
- But that's what you meant.
Look, you must realise
that in our line of work
women start off with,
well, certain disadvantages.
It sometimes requires
a certain amount of strength.
Yes, of course. But I think
one can get around most things.
Anyway, brawn has never been
a substitute for brains.
Aye. Remember you said that
the next time you're up on the fells
with a lame cow
in a biting north-east wind.
Sounds better than treating pampered
poodles back in London, anyway.
- Is that what you're used to?
- Daddy has a practice in Knightsbridge.
- Oh.
- Exactly.
And he wants me to follow him into it,
which is why I'm here.
Really?
His story is I've been sent here to broaden
my professional experience. Dear Daddy.
- He's as transparent as glass sometimes.
- How do you mean?
He's hoping that after a week or so
of life in the raw up here,
- I'll be on the next train back to London.
- Maybe you will.
Don't bet on it.
Nothing if not confident, anyway.
- It's part of my philosophy of life.
- What, to prove your father wrong?
No. I believe you can do anything
you want to if you're determined enough.
- Oh, I see.
- Now you're laughing at me.
No, I'm not.
I'm very impressed, actually.
I wish all my students
had that approach to their work.
Yes, Jack, I see.
Well, thank you. And thank you
for bothering to telephone.
- All right, Jack. Goodbye.
- Morning.
Morning, James. Morning.
The Sanders' old bitch died in the night.
Oh. Poor old Leah.
Still, they do have the other dog.
Yes, all so.
Er, I think I'll look in on them at the end
of my rounds. Just see how they're faring.
Yes. Yes, right.
Oh, why do we ever do it, James?
- Morning.
- James.
How are you this fine day?
- I'm very well, thank you. So?
- So?
Well, how did it go?
Your lightning tour of Darrowby?
We didn't get any further
than the Drover's.
Ah. As boring as that, is she?
No, anything but. I mean,
not just intelligent but also very erudite,
and possessed of the kind of incisive mind
rarely encountered outside Scotland.
- A positive paragon, eh?
- For a student, yes. Where is she now?
She's making coffee.
Very incisive coffee.
I was thinking of asking her
to come out on my rounds today.
I'm doing some testing at Bell's.
She ought to see that.
Oh.
- (Calum) All right?
- Yes, thank you.
Now, the thing to remember
about the larger farm animals
is that they may look intimidating,
but actually they're very easily
intimidated themselves...
as long as you make it quite clear from
the beginning that you aren't intimidated.
Also, the other thing to bear in mind
is that there are certain key words
to which they respond.
- What sort of key words?
- Well, in the case of cows, "cush".
- Cush?
- That's it.
Hey! What do you want?
- (Calum) Mrs Bell?
- Of course.
- I'm Mr Buchanan.
- Oh, well, about time and all.
- Is your husband in?
- Well, he was, but he's had to go out.
Has he left the cows in for us,
do you know?
Well, of course he has, and a right mess
they'll be in by now. They're down there.
Still sure you prefer this
to Knightsbridge?
- You're sounding like my father again.
- Sorry.
Now, let's make a start.
All we're going to do is to palpate each of
their udders in turn and collect a sample.
If you watch how I do it
then you can do a couple yourself.
Right.
You know, there's really nothing to this.
In fact, if there's one
outstanding feature of the job,
it's the almost mind-numbing tedium of it.
(moos)
Are you all right?
You'll need to watch out for that.
The occasional wee kick.
Now, calm down, ladies.
(moos)
- Ow!
- Perhaps if you said "cush".
Now, when this sort of thing happens
it sometimes becomes necessary
to approach the problem
from a slightly different angle,
making quite sure, of course,
she knows exactly who's boss.
Cush, now. Cush, cush.
- Uh-huh. Cush, cush.
- (mooing)
You bitch!
Sorry. I'll try going around the other side.
Cush.
Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Oh, my God.
Cush.
Oh, no!
Oh, my God.
- Are you all right?
- I think so.
Ah, Mr Bell.
There you are.
Cush.
Aye, cush.
(knock at door)
- Hello, Mr Farnon.
- Hello, Jack. I was passing.
I thought I'd look in
and offer my condolences.
I'm very glad you did.
I were just about to ring you.
- Were you?
- Only it's Skipper, you see.
I think he's going the same way
that Leah did.
Hello, Betty.
What's the matter with you, old thing, hm?
What's the matter with you, then?
According to Siegfried there is nothing
wrong with that dog except old age.
They tried him on that new diet.
Nothing will tempt him.
- The weight is dropping off him.
- Definitely isn't jaundice?
No, definitely.
I injected him against that myself.
Poor old Jack and Betty.
They're devastated.
They must be, especially as they
couldn't have a family of their own.
- Perhaps he's fretting.
- What?
- Well, for the other dog, you know.
- But it's been going on for days now.
If they were as devoted
to each other as you say...
It happens to people.
Why not to dogs?
Yes, good point. I'll mention that
to Siegfried. Thanks, darling.
- It's all part of the service.
- (James chuckles)
What's wrong now?
- Oh, flat battery.
- Fan belt, is it?
Aye, as a matter of fact, I think it is.
Do you know about cars, then?
Don't sound so surprised.
My father's a car nut.
Well, well. Is there no end
to this young lady's talents?
Is there anything I can do to help?
- You can try and start her up if you like.
- OK.
(engine starts)
- All right?
- That's fine. Thanks.
- Is she good to drive?
- Yes.
- Why don't you take her out for a run?
- Oh, I'd love to.
Is this the first time
you've been to Yorkshire?
It's the first time
I've been north of Birmingham.
What treats life has in store for you.
Come on.
Well, what do you think
of my Dales, then?
- Your Dales?
- Yes. Didn't Siegfried tell you?
I took out Yorkshire citizenship
as soon as I saw the place.
I don't blame you. It's beautiful.
Are you and Deirdre engaged?
- Well, not as such, I suppose.
- What does that mean?
It means I haven't got round
to putting the ring on her finger yet.
But you intend to?
That seems to be the direction
in which things are moving, yes.
- What about you?
- What about me?
- Boyfriends?
- Lots of boyfriends.
Nobody special, as such.
- I'm firmly married to my career.
- Ah.
(hums)
- Hello. Nice drive?
- Marvellous.
Oh, you live in such
a beautiful place, Helen.
Yes, well, we like it, you know?
Mind you, in mid-February
under eight inches of snow
with a wind blowing in from the steppes
it's not so much fun.
Oh, let's hope it's nice on holiday
or I won't be needing this, will I?
- Oh, leave it. I'll do it later.
- Thanks.
He's quite a character, isn't he?
Calum, I mean.
Oh, yes, yes. Certainly all that.
(hums)
So, what do you reckon, Mr Farnon?
Well, Jack, I'm afraid he's not responding.
It's as if he's just given up, isn't it, Emma?
- Well, it looks like it, yes.
- Given up?
- He's simply starving himself to death.
- What can we do, then?
Well, it's up to you, of course, but it makes
no sense to see him suffering like this.
Look, I tell you what, Mr Farnon.
Let's think about it today,
and if you've not heard to the contrary
by nine o'clock tomorrow morning
you'd best get on with it.
Right you are, Jack.
Bye, then.
Bye, Betty.
Oh, Skipper.
Skipper.
- (Siegfried) There you are, Emma.
- Thank you.
Golden rule of vetting, that, Emma.
- Very first thing you have to learn.
- What?
Never get emotionally involved with the
patients. Easy enough to say, of course.
Remarkably hard
to carry out sometimes.
- Morning.
- Morning.
What's the matter?
Oh, nothing.
A postcard from Deirdre.
- Is she all right?
- Oh, she's... she's fine.
Fine.
She's coming down at the weekend.
(sighs)
I'll tell you what the matter is.
I'm love with one woman
and I'm very attracted to another woman
at the same time.
A bit complicated, unless you're thinking
of becoming a Muslim or something.
- Ready?
- Er, just about.
- Can I drive the Jeep again?
- Of course.
- There you are.
- Thanks.
- I'll see you later, James.
- Right.
- Oh, sorry.
- Sorry. Come on.
- Bye, Helen.
- Bye.
Calum seems to have taken
Emma under his wing.
Yes.
Yes, he does, doesn't he?
Damn! I knew I should've changed it.
- Can I do anything?
- Er... no, it's all right.
I tell you what, though. That's Joe Harris's
place just across that field down there.
Why don't you tell him what's happened
and I'll join you as soon as I can?
Fine, yes.
Right.
(grunts)
- Hello.
- Hello, love. Lost, are you?
- Is this Harris's farm?
- Oh, aye. Who wants to know?
- I'm from Farnon and Herriot.
- Are you, now?
Are you Mr Harris?
Well, no, not really.
But I can show you where to find him.
That's if you've no objection,
like, to comin' behind t'barn wi' me.
(laughs)
Dad? There's a girl here.
- Reckons she's from t'vet's.
- Oh, aye?
- Mr Harris. It's one of the horses, isn't it?
- That's right.
Is it this one here?
- Hardly.
- (laughs)
Well, where is the animal
that needs treating, then?
More to t'point,
where's t'veterinary, miss?
(laughs)
Mr Buchanan has had a puncture,
I'm afraid. I'm sure he won't be long.
Well, in that case we'll wait,
then, shall we?
(tuts)
- I have treated horses before, you know.
- Oh, aye? Shire horses?
Well, no, not shire horses.
In that case, then, if it's all the same to
you we'll wait for t'veterinary, shall we?
- Good afternoon, Mr Harris, Simon.
- Mr Buchanan.
- What seems to be the trouble, then?
- No trouble at all, now that tha's here.
I shall be in the Jeep
if you should need me.
(laughs)
Wait a minute, Emma.
- What did I do?
- That's just it.
You didn't do a thing. Not a thing! Just like
my father and all the boys at college.
What was I supposed to do? Refuse to
treat an animal because you felt insulted?
One, I didn't even know
you'd been insulted.
- And two, maybe Mr Harris had a point.
- What do you mean?
What I mean is treating an injured
shire horse is no job for a student.
- Or a woman?
- I didn't say that!
No, you didn't have to.
- Are you all right, Emma?
- Fine.
- (box crashes)
- What the...?
I'm going for a drink.
(doorslams)
(front doorslams)
- Are you all right?
- Yes.
- You're very quiet this morning.
- Sorry. Miles away.
(Siegfried hums)
- Morning, Calum.
- Morning.
- Morning, James.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
- Morning, James.
- Hello.
- Oh, Calum. No word from Jack Sanders?
- I'm afraid not.
I'd better go out and get it over with,
if that's all right with you?
Emma, I wouldn't blame you
if you don't want to come.
No, no, I'd like to. I'll wait in the car.
(car door closes)
He's here, love.
- Hello, Mr Sanders.
- Hello. What's this? What's this?
Well, we just couldn't bear the thought
of not having a dog at all.
Well, I think
you've both been very wise.
Good morning, Betty.
What are you gonna call him?
- Leah.
- (chuckles)
Well, why not?
Now, then, how's our Skipper?
No better?
- I'm afraid not, Mr Farnon.
- (Siegfried) Let's have a look.
Go on, then. Go on.
(barks)
Go, on, boy. That's it.
Just occasionally, James, just every once
in a while something like that happens
and suddenly the whole thing
becomes worthwhile again.
- Yes.
- (phone rings)
- I'll get it. I'll get it.
- Oh, you're a kind man, James.
Darrowby three eight five.
Oh, hello, Mr Biggins.
(moos)
Dislocated. Head of the femur's
come right out of the socket.
- Can't you put it back in?
- It's not that easy.
This sort's one of the most difficult.
What are you trying to tell me?
That you can't do owt about it?
- That it's beyond you?
- No, not at all.
There is something I can do, actually.
What the heck are we standing here for
clacking about it? Let's get on with t'job.
With a job this big, you can't just
get on with it. I'll need some help.
Aye. Another veterinary
with his snout in t'trough, I reckon.
It's a bit more muscle we need,
not brainpower.
Oh, aye. How many men
do you reckon on?
- Oh, at least two.
- No good looking at me, young man.
Not with my knees.
Besides, I can see no sense
in paying through the nose for a
veterinary and then doing barking mesen.
- You've got neighbours, haven't you?
- I do, but none as I've any time for
or would talk to unless I had to.
- You do surprise me.
- Eh?
- Well, there must be somebody.
- I could find you a couple of my lads.
A couple of your lads. Good thinking. You
organise that, I'll nip back to the surgery.
Here, where are you going to now?
That animal needs sedating, Mr Biggins.
Gotta get my tackle.
All this toing and froing.
More bloody expense!
- Hello.
- Hello, James.
- What's up?
- Biggins.
(Calum) Oh.
- Heifer with a dislocated hip.
- Oh, God. Do you want a hand?
He said he'd get two strong lads.
I'm sure we'll need more.
- Right.
- Can I help?
Yes, of course.
We're parked out the front.
After you.
Yes.
Ideal. So, Mr Biggins,
just one of your lads, eh?
Aye, that's right.
Don't be taken in by appearances.
He's as strong as a Clydesdale stallion.
Used to play loose forward
for Yorkshire, tha knows.
- Really?
- Aye.
Right. Well, better get stuck in,
eh, Mr Biggins?
I don't know how the hell
we're gonna manage by ourselves.
- James, can I examine her?
- Yes, of course. Left hip.
Thanks.
(whispers) OK, that's it. Gently.
Gently.
OK.
- That's a good girl.
- (hip clicks)
(moos)
Good Lord.
And after all that trouble of getting Eli.
It's a chance in a thousand.
I've never seen it happen before.
- Oh, so you do admit it, then?
- Admit what?
That the cure had got
nowt to do with thee.
In spite of all your mucking about,
that beast cured herself.
Well, yes, I suppose you could say that.
- So?
- So what?
So, I don't expect
that you'll be charging me anything,
seeing that the cure had got
nowt to do with thee.
Mr Biggins, let me make
something crystal clear.
You will be getting a bill, all right?
(stifled laughter)
Bags I tell Siegfried.
Well, that was very impressive.
Showed us mere men a thing or two.
- Just a fluke.
- I wouldn't say that.
I'd say it was a clear-cut case
of the gentle touch obtaining better results
where the horny-handed son of toil failed.
Er, listen, Emma.
I'm sorry about the other day, about being
so stupid and letting you down like that.
- But you didn't.
- I did.
No, you didn't, honestly.
And if anyone was being stupid,
it was me.
Och, well. Friends again?
Yes.
Good.
Er...
Deirdre's due back
at the weekend, isn't she?
Aye, that's right.
That'll be nice.
Yes. Yes.
Home? What, already?
- Yes. Tomorrow, in fact, if you don't mind.
- I don't mind, if that's what you want.
You're sure that is what you really want?
Quite sure.
I don't know what your father will say
when he sees you back.
Don't worry about him. He'll be pleased.
Delighted, in fact.
Well, all right. I can give you a lift
to the station tomorrow at ten o'clock.
Thanks.
It's nothing to do with that nonsense
the other day between you and Calum?
Oh, good Lord, no.
Siegfried should be here any minute.
You all set?
Just about.
Thanks again, Helen, for everything.
It's a pleasure. I'm only sorry
you've got to go so soon.
- Yes, well.
- Hello, Calum.
- Hello.
- Calum!
Um, Siegfried couldn't make it,
so I'm afraid
you're gonna have to put up
with my driving again.
Right.
- No, no. Let me.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye. Good luck.
Thanks.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Thanks.
Listen, before you go...
- Well, I really wish you wouldn't.
- What?
Go. It's not too late
to change your mind.
- I can't do that.
- Why not?
Why do you think Siegfried
asked me to run you to the station?
- He's not really busy, you know.
- I can't.
Then why can't you?
I think you know why, don't you?
Remember what you said
that night in the Drover's?
About how as a woman
in veterinary practice
you do start out
with certain disadvantages?
- I meant as a...
- Well, you were right.
And not just physical
disadvantages, either.
To make it as a woman
it's not enough to be as good as the men.
We need to be better, more dedicated,
more single-minded.
You can't let anything deflect you
or distract you from your purpose.
Anything.
Or anyone,
however attractive
you might find them.
And you still feel the same?
That's what I'm trying to say.
I do.
Certainly for now, anyway.
(bell rings)
Better be going.
- Can I see you off, at least?
- Please don't.
I really would rather you didn't.
I hate that. I always have.
So... goodbye, then.
Goodbye, Emma.
And...
good luck.
So, did you miss me, then?
- What do you think?
- What about your student?
You know, Emma.
How's she getting on?
- She went back to London.
- Oh? Didn't it work out, then?
Wasn't she any good?
No, it didn't work out,
but, yes, she was good.
She was very good.
I think she'll do very well.
Oh.
Can I propose a toast?
To us.
To us.
I'll catch the first train.
Well, if I leave straightaway
then I could catch the ten o'clock.
Yes. Yes.
Oh, goodbye, then.
- Your office?
- Yes.
- And you have to go back now?
- Calum, there's been a crisis.
- You said you could stay another week.
- I know. I thought I could, too.
I'll try and come back
the end of next week, all right?
All right.
I've got to pack.
- Calum...
- Yes, I'll take you to the station.
- Taxi?
- Yes, please.
Can you take me
to Skeldale House in Darrowby?
Yes, miss.
- Ah, Siegfried's told you, has he?
- Told me what?
- We've got a new student coming.
- Oh, fine.
Some gormless Herbert galumphing
about, steered between the cowpats?
It's always useful,
a spare pair of hands.
It's not the hands I'm worried about,
it's the two left feet.
Worth remembering, perhaps, that you
yourself were once a gormless Herbert.
And the two left feet to which
you evince such an inordinate antipathy
happen to belong to the only child
of a very dear friend of mine.
Don't worry.
We'll look after him, won't we, James?
- Oh...
- You'll look after him?
That's enormously reassuring.
Enormously reassuring, isn't it, James?
Siegfried, it's enormously reassuring.
Unless he happens to be a nonsmoking,
nondrinking vegetarian
with an aversion to salt in his food,
in which case the next two weeks could
be the most miserable of his entire life.
- Siegfried.
- James.
- (carhorn)
- A word in your ear.
(knock at door)
- Hello. Can I help you?
- Maybe.
- Oh.
- Emma Styles.
Ah, yes. And what seems
to be the trouble?
Oh, er...
Good Lord, I don't believe it.
- Siegfried?
- Yes.
Emma, my dear girl,
welcome to Skeldale.
- Welcome.
- Thank you.
Look at you. Good gracious.
Last time I saw you, you were that high.
You had braces. Your hair was in pigtails.
Siegfried, please. Don't remind me.
I take it you've encountered
Calum Buchanan?
- Emma Styles.
- (both) Hello.
And this poor soul, for his sins, is
my partner James Herriot. Emma Styles.
- Emma, nice to meet you.
- Now, look here.
It's with James and Helen
that you're going to be staying.
Why doesn't he drive you over to get rid
of your bags then take you out on rounds?
- If that's all right with James.
- Yes, of course it is. Come on.
- Bye-bye, Calum.
- Well, I'll see you later.
All right. See you later, Emma.
Our new student?
That's him, Calum.
Well, she's certainly
an improvement on the last one.
Oh, poor fella. All the same, I hope
that we don't allow Miss Styles's charms
to persuade us to - how shall I put it? -
become overprotective towards her.
After all, that would defeat
the object of the exercise.
Oh?
Well, I think you'd agree,
wouldn't you, that at first glance
Emma is hardly the obvious candidate
for a career in country practice?
- Is she planning one?
- Yes, apparently so,
in spite of her father's
best efforts to dissuade her,
which I suspect is why he sent her
up here for a couple of weeks to us.
Ah, to let her discover the awful truth
about large animal work for herself?
That's about the size of it. In fact,
Calum, I think what I'm trying to say is
that if a couple of cowpats do present
themselves in the next fortnight...
Ah, let her do her own steering. Right.
- Precisely so.
- Right.
- Deirdre! It's ten past.
- Coming, darling.
(Siegfried hums)
Jack! Good morning to you and
the terrible pair. Come on in, come on in.
- Hello, Mr Farnon.
- What's up?
It's Leah. She's cut herself.
Yes.
I see she has.
Let's have a look at this, then.
Good dog.
Well, that's luckily just a flesh wound,
but I'll need her up on the table
to put some stitches in it.
- How's the missus, Jack?
- She's very well, thank you.
Good for her, good for her.
Good for Betty.
There's a good girl.
Now, then, let's see what we can do.
Aah, baby.
Now, then.
- (yelps)
- Upsy-daisy.
- Look, could I make a suggestion?
- Yes, of course, by all means.
Only if you've no objection
to having Skipper up on here with her,
I think you'll find that'd make her
a bit more amenable.
Let's see what happens.
Come on, then, Skipper.
Come on. Come on, you.
Up and see your friend. There we are.
Stay there. Is that better?
Now, then.
You feel happier?
Oh, it works.
The original good companions, eh, Jack?
- Where are you off to?
- Just as far as the station.
- Deirdre?
- Here you are.
- I thought you were here another week.
- So did I.
But there's been some kind
of an emergency at the ministry.
- With luck I'll be back by next weekend.
- You'd better be.
- Emma, Deirdre McEwan.
- Hello.
- (Deirdre) Hello.
- (James) Emma's our new student.
- Well, goodbye. Bye, James.
- Bye, Deirdre.
- Give my love to Helen.
- Yes, of course.
Right, let's go.
- She's nice.
- Mm. He's a lucky fella.
- Ring me?
- Oh, aye.
- I'm gonna miss you.
- Good.
- Safe journey.
- I'll see you soon.
(both) Bye-bye.
I don't know why she's like this, love.
Mr Farnon said it were just a flesh wound.
- She hasn't touched her breakfast.
- I know. That's not like her at all.
You don't think it's turned septic, do you?
I think I'd better take her
down to surgery again.
Well, there's no sign of infection there,
Jack. In fact, it's healing beautifully.
Well, thank God for that, anyway.
So, what is it, then?
- Morning.
- Hello, James.
- Have you got a moment?
- Yes, of course. Hello, Jack.
- Morning, Mr Herriot.
- Take a look at this, would you?
The eyes, James.
What's the temperature?
- Oh, I see.
- So you know what it is, then, Mr Farnon?
I'm afraid we do. I'm afraid
your little bitch has got jaundice.
- Where would she have got that from?
- Does she come into contact with rats?
Aye. There's an old henhouse down the
bottom of the lane. She goes ratting there.
That'd be it, then. We need look
no further for the cause, eh, James?
Absolutely.
But there is something
that you can give her for it, isn't there?
- Well... Yes, yes, Jack, of course there is.
- Leptospiral antiserum?
That's right, James. And about as much
as the market will bear, I'd have thought.
Give our little friend an examination.
- Yes, of course.
- It's highly contagious, you see, Jack.
- I see.
- And I'm afraid it affects humans as well.
So you will be very careful, won't you,
to wash your hands thoroughly
- when you've been in contact with her?
- Right.
If Skipper here hasn't
already contracted it
then he'll need separate bowls
for feeding and drinking.
Aye, Mr Farnon.
- No sign of anything on this one.
- Well, thank goodness for that.
We'll give him a preventative injection
just to be sure, eh?
- Right, Mr Herriot.
- There we are, James.
- Oh, thanks, Siegfried.
- There you are.
- Oh, thanks.
- There we go.
- Got a problem?
- A soft tyre. I keep meaning to change it...
- Can I lend a hand?
- Eh, no. I'm nearly finished, thanks.
That's it.
- You settled in OK with James and Helen?
- Yes.
- A grand couple, aren't they?
- Terrific.
And what do you think of the place?
Darrowby, I mean.
It's lovely. Not that I've seen much yet.
- Will it hurt him, Mr Herriot?
- No.
- How do you know, though?
- I just know.
Come on. All right. Come on.
(whimpers)
Shh. I know, I know, I know, I know.
There we are. Now, that didn't
hurt you at all, did it? See?
There you are, Peter. Any more problems,
you let me know, yeah?
- Bye-bye.
- Bye.
- James, the very man.
- The very man for what?
- Would you do me a favour?
- Yes.
- Well, I'm supposed to be on tonight.
- Yes.
- Would you do tonight?
- What's the occasion?
Nothing special.
I fancied going for a wee dram.
- I thought Deirdre was still in Edinburgh.
- Not with Deirdre. With Emma.
- Oh, I see.
- No, you don't see. It's nothing like that.
Uh-huh. Well, what is it like, Calum?
Emma told me she hasn't had a chance
to see anything of Darrowby.
What better introduction
than a tour of the best pubs?
What better, indeed?
All I'm doing is the same as I would do
for any other colleague.
- Of course it is. Of course it is.
- Well?
Calum, how can I possibly refuse?
Next, please.
Hello, Colin. Come in.
- Has she been vomiting much?
- Aye, she has, quite a bit.
Yes.
Bad, then, is it, Mr Farnon?
I'm afraid it's about
as bad as it can be, Betty.
What are her chances, then?
They're bad, Jack.
- (bartender) Your change.
- (Calum) Thank you very much.
Thanks.
Tell me, what's so wonderful
about being a country vet?
- You should know that.
- I know what I think is wonderful about it.
What you're saying is you can understand
it in a man but not in a woman.
- I didn't say that.
- But that's what you meant.
Look, you must realise
that in our line of work
women start off with,
well, certain disadvantages.
It sometimes requires
a certain amount of strength.
Yes, of course. But I think
one can get around most things.
Anyway, brawn has never been
a substitute for brains.
Aye. Remember you said that
the next time you're up on the fells
with a lame cow
in a biting north-east wind.
Sounds better than treating pampered
poodles back in London, anyway.
- Is that what you're used to?
- Daddy has a practice in Knightsbridge.
- Oh.
- Exactly.
And he wants me to follow him into it,
which is why I'm here.
Really?
His story is I've been sent here to broaden
my professional experience. Dear Daddy.
- He's as transparent as glass sometimes.
- How do you mean?
He's hoping that after a week or so
of life in the raw up here,
- I'll be on the next train back to London.
- Maybe you will.
Don't bet on it.
Nothing if not confident, anyway.
- It's part of my philosophy of life.
- What, to prove your father wrong?
No. I believe you can do anything
you want to if you're determined enough.
- Oh, I see.
- Now you're laughing at me.
No, I'm not.
I'm very impressed, actually.
I wish all my students
had that approach to their work.
Yes, Jack, I see.
Well, thank you. And thank you
for bothering to telephone.
- All right, Jack. Goodbye.
- Morning.
Morning, James. Morning.
The Sanders' old bitch died in the night.
Oh. Poor old Leah.
Still, they do have the other dog.
Yes, all so.
Er, I think I'll look in on them at the end
of my rounds. Just see how they're faring.
Yes. Yes, right.
Oh, why do we ever do it, James?
- Morning.
- James.
How are you this fine day?
- I'm very well, thank you. So?
- So?
Well, how did it go?
Your lightning tour of Darrowby?
We didn't get any further
than the Drover's.
Ah. As boring as that, is she?
No, anything but. I mean,
not just intelligent but also very erudite,
and possessed of the kind of incisive mind
rarely encountered outside Scotland.
- A positive paragon, eh?
- For a student, yes. Where is she now?
She's making coffee.
Very incisive coffee.
I was thinking of asking her
to come out on my rounds today.
I'm doing some testing at Bell's.
She ought to see that.
Oh.
- (Calum) All right?
- Yes, thank you.
Now, the thing to remember
about the larger farm animals
is that they may look intimidating,
but actually they're very easily
intimidated themselves...
as long as you make it quite clear from
the beginning that you aren't intimidated.
Also, the other thing to bear in mind
is that there are certain key words
to which they respond.
- What sort of key words?
- Well, in the case of cows, "cush".
- Cush?
- That's it.
Hey! What do you want?
- (Calum) Mrs Bell?
- Of course.
- I'm Mr Buchanan.
- Oh, well, about time and all.
- Is your husband in?
- Well, he was, but he's had to go out.
Has he left the cows in for us,
do you know?
Well, of course he has, and a right mess
they'll be in by now. They're down there.
Still sure you prefer this
to Knightsbridge?
- You're sounding like my father again.
- Sorry.
Now, let's make a start.
All we're going to do is to palpate each of
their udders in turn and collect a sample.
If you watch how I do it
then you can do a couple yourself.
Right.
You know, there's really nothing to this.
In fact, if there's one
outstanding feature of the job,
it's the almost mind-numbing tedium of it.
(moos)
Are you all right?
You'll need to watch out for that.
The occasional wee kick.
Now, calm down, ladies.
(moos)
- Ow!
- Perhaps if you said "cush".
Now, when this sort of thing happens
it sometimes becomes necessary
to approach the problem
from a slightly different angle,
making quite sure, of course,
she knows exactly who's boss.
Cush, now. Cush, cush.
- Uh-huh. Cush, cush.
- (mooing)
You bitch!
Sorry. I'll try going around the other side.
Cush.
Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Cush. Cush.
Oh, my God.
Cush.
Oh, no!
Oh, my God.
- Are you all right?
- I think so.
Ah, Mr Bell.
There you are.
Cush.
Aye, cush.
(knock at door)
- Hello, Mr Farnon.
- Hello, Jack. I was passing.
I thought I'd look in
and offer my condolences.
I'm very glad you did.
I were just about to ring you.
- Were you?
- Only it's Skipper, you see.
I think he's going the same way
that Leah did.
Hello, Betty.
What's the matter with you, old thing, hm?
What's the matter with you, then?
According to Siegfried there is nothing
wrong with that dog except old age.
They tried him on that new diet.
Nothing will tempt him.
- The weight is dropping off him.
- Definitely isn't jaundice?
No, definitely.
I injected him against that myself.
Poor old Jack and Betty.
They're devastated.
They must be, especially as they
couldn't have a family of their own.
- Perhaps he's fretting.
- What?
- Well, for the other dog, you know.
- But it's been going on for days now.
If they were as devoted
to each other as you say...
It happens to people.
Why not to dogs?
Yes, good point. I'll mention that
to Siegfried. Thanks, darling.
- It's all part of the service.
- (James chuckles)
What's wrong now?
- Oh, flat battery.
- Fan belt, is it?
Aye, as a matter of fact, I think it is.
Do you know about cars, then?
Don't sound so surprised.
My father's a car nut.
Well, well. Is there no end
to this young lady's talents?
Is there anything I can do to help?
- You can try and start her up if you like.
- OK.
(engine starts)
- All right?
- That's fine. Thanks.
- Is she good to drive?
- Yes.
- Why don't you take her out for a run?
- Oh, I'd love to.
Is this the first time
you've been to Yorkshire?
It's the first time
I've been north of Birmingham.
What treats life has in store for you.
Come on.
Well, what do you think
of my Dales, then?
- Your Dales?
- Yes. Didn't Siegfried tell you?
I took out Yorkshire citizenship
as soon as I saw the place.
I don't blame you. It's beautiful.
Are you and Deirdre engaged?
- Well, not as such, I suppose.
- What does that mean?
It means I haven't got round
to putting the ring on her finger yet.
But you intend to?
That seems to be the direction
in which things are moving, yes.
- What about you?
- What about me?
- Boyfriends?
- Lots of boyfriends.
Nobody special, as such.
- I'm firmly married to my career.
- Ah.
(hums)
- Hello. Nice drive?
- Marvellous.
Oh, you live in such
a beautiful place, Helen.
Yes, well, we like it, you know?
Mind you, in mid-February
under eight inches of snow
with a wind blowing in from the steppes
it's not so much fun.
Oh, let's hope it's nice on holiday
or I won't be needing this, will I?
- Oh, leave it. I'll do it later.
- Thanks.
He's quite a character, isn't he?
Calum, I mean.
Oh, yes, yes. Certainly all that.
(hums)
So, what do you reckon, Mr Farnon?
Well, Jack, I'm afraid he's not responding.
It's as if he's just given up, isn't it, Emma?
- Well, it looks like it, yes.
- Given up?
- He's simply starving himself to death.
- What can we do, then?
Well, it's up to you, of course, but it makes
no sense to see him suffering like this.
Look, I tell you what, Mr Farnon.
Let's think about it today,
and if you've not heard to the contrary
by nine o'clock tomorrow morning
you'd best get on with it.
Right you are, Jack.
Bye, then.
Bye, Betty.
Oh, Skipper.
Skipper.
- (Siegfried) There you are, Emma.
- Thank you.
Golden rule of vetting, that, Emma.
- Very first thing you have to learn.
- What?
Never get emotionally involved with the
patients. Easy enough to say, of course.
Remarkably hard
to carry out sometimes.
- Morning.
- Morning.
What's the matter?
Oh, nothing.
A postcard from Deirdre.
- Is she all right?
- Oh, she's... she's fine.
Fine.
She's coming down at the weekend.
(sighs)
I'll tell you what the matter is.
I'm love with one woman
and I'm very attracted to another woman
at the same time.
A bit complicated, unless you're thinking
of becoming a Muslim or something.
- Ready?
- Er, just about.
- Can I drive the Jeep again?
- Of course.
- There you are.
- Thanks.
- I'll see you later, James.
- Right.
- Oh, sorry.
- Sorry. Come on.
- Bye, Helen.
- Bye.
Calum seems to have taken
Emma under his wing.
Yes.
Yes, he does, doesn't he?
Damn! I knew I should've changed it.
- Can I do anything?
- Er... no, it's all right.
I tell you what, though. That's Joe Harris's
place just across that field down there.
Why don't you tell him what's happened
and I'll join you as soon as I can?
Fine, yes.
Right.
(grunts)
- Hello.
- Hello, love. Lost, are you?
- Is this Harris's farm?
- Oh, aye. Who wants to know?
- I'm from Farnon and Herriot.
- Are you, now?
Are you Mr Harris?
Well, no, not really.
But I can show you where to find him.
That's if you've no objection,
like, to comin' behind t'barn wi' me.
(laughs)
Dad? There's a girl here.
- Reckons she's from t'vet's.
- Oh, aye?
- Mr Harris. It's one of the horses, isn't it?
- That's right.
Is it this one here?
- Hardly.
- (laughs)
Well, where is the animal
that needs treating, then?
More to t'point,
where's t'veterinary, miss?
(laughs)
Mr Buchanan has had a puncture,
I'm afraid. I'm sure he won't be long.
Well, in that case we'll wait,
then, shall we?
(tuts)
- I have treated horses before, you know.
- Oh, aye? Shire horses?
Well, no, not shire horses.
In that case, then, if it's all the same to
you we'll wait for t'veterinary, shall we?
- Good afternoon, Mr Harris, Simon.
- Mr Buchanan.
- What seems to be the trouble, then?
- No trouble at all, now that tha's here.
I shall be in the Jeep
if you should need me.
(laughs)
Wait a minute, Emma.
- What did I do?
- That's just it.
You didn't do a thing. Not a thing! Just like
my father and all the boys at college.
What was I supposed to do? Refuse to
treat an animal because you felt insulted?
One, I didn't even know
you'd been insulted.
- And two, maybe Mr Harris had a point.
- What do you mean?
What I mean is treating an injured
shire horse is no job for a student.
- Or a woman?
- I didn't say that!
No, you didn't have to.
- Are you all right, Emma?
- Fine.
- (box crashes)
- What the...?
I'm going for a drink.
(doorslams)
(front doorslams)
- Are you all right?
- Yes.
- You're very quiet this morning.
- Sorry. Miles away.
(Siegfried hums)
- Morning, Calum.
- Morning.
- Morning, James.
- Good morning.
Good morning.
- Morning, James.
- Hello.
- Oh, Calum. No word from Jack Sanders?
- I'm afraid not.
I'd better go out and get it over with,
if that's all right with you?
Emma, I wouldn't blame you
if you don't want to come.
No, no, I'd like to. I'll wait in the car.
(car door closes)
He's here, love.
- Hello, Mr Sanders.
- Hello. What's this? What's this?
Well, we just couldn't bear the thought
of not having a dog at all.
Well, I think
you've both been very wise.
Good morning, Betty.
What are you gonna call him?
- Leah.
- (chuckles)
Well, why not?
Now, then, how's our Skipper?
No better?
- I'm afraid not, Mr Farnon.
- (Siegfried) Let's have a look.
Go on, then. Go on.
(barks)
Go, on, boy. That's it.
Just occasionally, James, just every once
in a while something like that happens
and suddenly the whole thing
becomes worthwhile again.
- Yes.
- (phone rings)
- I'll get it. I'll get it.
- Oh, you're a kind man, James.
Darrowby three eight five.
Oh, hello, Mr Biggins.
(moos)
Dislocated. Head of the femur's
come right out of the socket.
- Can't you put it back in?
- It's not that easy.
This sort's one of the most difficult.
What are you trying to tell me?
That you can't do owt about it?
- That it's beyond you?
- No, not at all.
There is something I can do, actually.
What the heck are we standing here for
clacking about it? Let's get on with t'job.
With a job this big, you can't just
get on with it. I'll need some help.
Aye. Another veterinary
with his snout in t'trough, I reckon.
It's a bit more muscle we need,
not brainpower.
Oh, aye. How many men
do you reckon on?
- Oh, at least two.
- No good looking at me, young man.
Not with my knees.
Besides, I can see no sense
in paying through the nose for a
veterinary and then doing barking mesen.
- You've got neighbours, haven't you?
- I do, but none as I've any time for
or would talk to unless I had to.
- You do surprise me.
- Eh?
- Well, there must be somebody.
- I could find you a couple of my lads.
A couple of your lads. Good thinking. You
organise that, I'll nip back to the surgery.
Here, where are you going to now?
That animal needs sedating, Mr Biggins.
Gotta get my tackle.
All this toing and froing.
More bloody expense!
- Hello.
- Hello, James.
- What's up?
- Biggins.
(Calum) Oh.
- Heifer with a dislocated hip.
- Oh, God. Do you want a hand?
He said he'd get two strong lads.
I'm sure we'll need more.
- Right.
- Can I help?
Yes, of course.
We're parked out the front.
After you.
Yes.
Ideal. So, Mr Biggins,
just one of your lads, eh?
Aye, that's right.
Don't be taken in by appearances.
He's as strong as a Clydesdale stallion.
Used to play loose forward
for Yorkshire, tha knows.
- Really?
- Aye.
Right. Well, better get stuck in,
eh, Mr Biggins?
I don't know how the hell
we're gonna manage by ourselves.
- James, can I examine her?
- Yes, of course. Left hip.
Thanks.
(whispers) OK, that's it. Gently.
Gently.
OK.
- That's a good girl.
- (hip clicks)
(moos)
Good Lord.
And after all that trouble of getting Eli.
It's a chance in a thousand.
I've never seen it happen before.
- Oh, so you do admit it, then?
- Admit what?
That the cure had got
nowt to do with thee.
In spite of all your mucking about,
that beast cured herself.
Well, yes, I suppose you could say that.
- So?
- So what?
So, I don't expect
that you'll be charging me anything,
seeing that the cure had got
nowt to do with thee.
Mr Biggins, let me make
something crystal clear.
You will be getting a bill, all right?
(stifled laughter)
Bags I tell Siegfried.
Well, that was very impressive.
Showed us mere men a thing or two.
- Just a fluke.
- I wouldn't say that.
I'd say it was a clear-cut case
of the gentle touch obtaining better results
where the horny-handed son of toil failed.
Er, listen, Emma.
I'm sorry about the other day, about being
so stupid and letting you down like that.
- But you didn't.
- I did.
No, you didn't, honestly.
And if anyone was being stupid,
it was me.
Och, well. Friends again?
Yes.
Good.
Er...
Deirdre's due back
at the weekend, isn't she?
Aye, that's right.
That'll be nice.
Yes. Yes.
Home? What, already?
- Yes. Tomorrow, in fact, if you don't mind.
- I don't mind, if that's what you want.
You're sure that is what you really want?
Quite sure.
I don't know what your father will say
when he sees you back.
Don't worry about him. He'll be pleased.
Delighted, in fact.
Well, all right. I can give you a lift
to the station tomorrow at ten o'clock.
Thanks.
It's nothing to do with that nonsense
the other day between you and Calum?
Oh, good Lord, no.
Siegfried should be here any minute.
You all set?
Just about.
Thanks again, Helen, for everything.
It's a pleasure. I'm only sorry
you've got to go so soon.
- Yes, well.
- Hello, Calum.
- Hello.
- Calum!
Um, Siegfried couldn't make it,
so I'm afraid
you're gonna have to put up
with my driving again.
Right.
- No, no. Let me.
- Thank you.
- Bye.
- Bye-bye. Good luck.
Thanks.
- Bye.
- Bye.
Thanks.
Listen, before you go...
- Well, I really wish you wouldn't.
- What?
Go. It's not too late
to change your mind.
- I can't do that.
- Why not?
Why do you think Siegfried
asked me to run you to the station?
- He's not really busy, you know.
- I can't.
Then why can't you?
I think you know why, don't you?
Remember what you said
that night in the Drover's?
About how as a woman
in veterinary practice
you do start out
with certain disadvantages?
- I meant as a...
- Well, you were right.
And not just physical
disadvantages, either.
To make it as a woman
it's not enough to be as good as the men.
We need to be better, more dedicated,
more single-minded.
You can't let anything deflect you
or distract you from your purpose.
Anything.
Or anyone,
however attractive
you might find them.
And you still feel the same?
That's what I'm trying to say.
I do.
Certainly for now, anyway.
(bell rings)
Better be going.
- Can I see you off, at least?
- Please don't.
I really would rather you didn't.
I hate that. I always have.
So... goodbye, then.
Goodbye, Emma.
And...
good luck.
So, did you miss me, then?
- What do you think?
- What about your student?
You know, Emma.
How's she getting on?
- She went back to London.
- Oh? Didn't it work out, then?
Wasn't she any good?
No, it didn't work out,
but, yes, she was good.
She was very good.
I think she'll do very well.
Oh.
Can I propose a toast?
To us.
To us.