All Creatures Great and Small (1978–1990): Season 5, Episode 11 - The Jackpot - full transcript

♪ If ever a pair of eyes
offered paradise

♪ Deceiving me, grieving me,
leaving me blue

♪ Jezebel, it was you

♪ Jezebel

(engine splutters)

♪ Deceiving me, grieving me,
leaving me blue

♪ Jezebel, it was you

- Ah, Loch Fyne kippers. Lovely.
- Great. Did you get them there on time?

It's the first day of term.
On the dot.

That was the best holiday
we've ever had.

And the most expensive. Jimmy really
ought to have a new blazer this term.

- And they both need new shoes.
- Yes, I know, I know.

And the car
isn't sounding too clever either.

- Never mind, something will turn up.
- Yes, Mr Micawber.

And it is over, you know - the holiday.
You've still got your shorts on.

Why not?
Look at the weather, darling.

- You're not doing your rounds like that?
- I jolly well am.

These shorts give me
a wonderful feeling of freedom.

- Please yourself.
- What do you mean please myself?

They're not used to vets in shorts
round here, you know.

(dog barks)

Shh!

- (woman) Hello.
- Hello.

(woman) Hello.

(whistling)

- (woman) Are you all right?
- I'm fine.

- What's your name?
- It's James Herriot, Mrs...

Are you all right?

(whistling)

Sorry, Mrs Meynell. I thought I heard you
so I came in, then realised it was the bird.

Glorious weather.

Where's Mr Meynell, Mrs Meynell?

- He's down in t'field mending t'wall.
- Right. I'll just go and see if I can find him.

- You know what, Mr Herriot?
- What?

I thought thou were
one of them bob-a-job Boy Scouts.

(hums)

(bird mimics tune)

Morning, Mr Meynell.

Gorgeous day, eh?

- I understand you've got a sick calf.
- Aye.

- White scour?
- Aye, that's right.

We'll go and look at it, will we?

I'll race thee back to t'house.

- Mr Meynell?
- I were champion hurdler in 1922.

- Really? I didn't know.
- Come on. I'll challenge you.

- Oh, Mr Meynell!
- One, two, three. Go!

(Siegfried) That leaves us with Benson's
mare every other day for at least a week

- and Dixon's sow on Wednesday.
- Yes, Siegfried.

Not that I'm not confident of your
and James' ability to run things smoothly.

- No, Siegfried.
- It's just I think these notes will be useful.

James can be a bit forgetful.

Yes, Siegfried.
I hope you have a wonderful holiday.

We shall. Something about the Scottish air
at this time of year is indescribable.

And the fishing in Killiecrankie.

Of course, you'll know
all about Killiecrankie.

- What's the matter?
- I'm supposed to meet Deirdre at 20 past.

What on earth are you
hanging around here for? You'll be late.

James. Thank God.

- Hello, Siegfried.
- James!

My dear man,
how wonderful to see you.

You look disgustingly healthy,
doesn't he, Calum?

Calum? Calum! Don't forget
to post the bills off on Friday.

- Calum!
- I won't, Siegfried!

James.
James, welcome back.

- Splendid.
- Thank you.

Uh...

Just one or two little aide-memoire
I've written down.

For Calum.
He's a bit forgetful, you know.

Well...
When are you off, Siegfried?

We're catching the 2:45 to Pitlochry.
Bob's meeting us there.

- You're not taking the car?
- No, my dear boy.

Nobody in their right mind's going to drive
to Scotland at this time of year.

I obviously wasn't in my right mind
cos that journey scuppered my car.

No, did it? Oh, Lord.

Siegfried, I wonder if I might borrow
the Rover while my car's being repaired?

- The Rover?
- Please.

You know I'd do absolutely anything
to help you out.

That's all the help I need, Siegfried.

- I suppose you better have it.
- Thanks. Thanks a lot, Siegfried.

James, you will take inordinate care of it,
won't you? I don't think I could bear it...

James!

- Those knickerbockers.
- Shorts, actually. What about them?

I really can't believe...
Not in the Dales, James.

You're not really thinking of going out
on your rounds dressed like that?

Deirdre, I'm sorry.

Siegfried was giving me an exhaustive list
of pre-holiday instructions.

It's all right.

Oh, well, you're here now.

I'm worried it's going to be dull for you.
James and me are going to be stretched.

But that's why I'm here,
to give you a hand.

Is that the only reason?

Well, maybe I can
think of a couple more.

(horn beeps)

- James.
- Hello, Ralph.

Going up in the world, I see.

- I'm borrowing it while Siegfried's away.
- I haven't seen you in ages.

Two weeks.
Just had a fabulous holiday in Scotland.

- Wish I could manage one.
- Oh, well. Different lifestyles, you know.

Anyway, you have racehorses.

Just a couple of fillies. They haven't done
me much good. I'm going to sell them.

- Are you serious?
- Yeah. I want to get something better.

Jack's got the makings of a first-class
jockey. He deserves a chance.

Yeah. Well, I wish you luck with that.

- Ralph, sorry, I gotta dash.
- Give me love to Helen.

Will do. Bye.

(beeps horn)

- Mrs Ridge?
- Mr Herriot. Thank heavens I saw you.

I was on my way to your surgery. It's
Joshua, he's had the most awful accident.

- Where is he?
- In the car.

Let's have a look.

What happened?

He often plays in the field back there,
Mr Gilby's field.

Well, today he started chasing a rabbit
and he ran under the wheels of a tractor.

Mrs Ridge, wait. You're telling me that
the tractor's wheel went right over him?

Right.

It's all right. Shh.

No sign of internal haemorrhage.

Come on. Up you come.
Sorry. All right.

Well, the legs are fine.

Does feel like a fractured pelvis.

- Still, it's not the end of the world.
- You mean he's really got a chance?

Extraordinary. The ground
must have been extremely soft

and the wheel
sort of pushed him into it.

It doesn't seem possible.

My first priority is to get him x-rayed.

We'll go to the Cottage Hospital,
it's nearer than Skeldale.

Thank you, Mr Herriot.

- Looks like black film, Mr Buchanan.
- Aye, I think you're right.

- Have you weaned the lambs recently?
- Aye.

Well, they often get mastitis after weaning.

Aye, I think a wee shot of penicillin
should put her right.

It's all right, Jock,
I can see you.

I see Jock's waiting
to pounce, as usual.

- Aye.
- Don't you mind?

I'm not keen. No farmer encourages
his champion dog to go chasing cars.

You'll not hit him.
He's too clever.

As long as you're sure.
How are the pups?

You won't recognise 'em.
Growing by the minute.

They're just like him.

There we are - fractured pelvis.

There's nothing I can do.
This sort of thing usually heals itself.

- Will he suffer?
- Well, he'll find it very difficult standing.

He'll be very weak in the rear end
for a month or so.

But I think he'll get better
with rest and time.

Oh, that's marvellous.
So it's just a matter of waiting?

I hope so. I'll pop round on Tuesday
and check him over, shall I?

- Oh, Bob, they're magnificent.
- Aye, just like their dad.

Such a fine sheepdog, seemed
downright foolish not to breed from him.

- I'll raise some good 'uns from that lot.
- I don't doubt it for one second.

- Bye, then, Bob.
- Bye, Mr Buchanan. Thanks.

(barks)

Ha, Jock, you cannae catch me.

No, no, Jock,
it's not as easy as that.

- You win again, my son.
- (barks)

Oh, Calum!

- Hello.
- Oh, hello. Surgery's closed, I'm afraid.

I'm Nick O'Brian,
locum with the practice at Scampton.

- I'm here on a courtesy visit.
- I'm sorry, I thought you were a client.

My fault for barging in.
Mr Farnon isn't about, is he?

- No, he's on holiday in Scotland, actually.
- Sensible man. And Mr Herriot?

No, don't tell me.
Let me guess, now.

- Out on his rounds?
- Yes, that's right.

Come in, Mr O'Brian.

Since you ask and since I never refuse
an invitation from an attractive woman.

- Were they expecting you?
- Not a bit of it.

I was just passing and thought it
about time I paid my respects.

I can hardly move here without tripping
over the names Farnon and Herriot.

And I suppose your Mr Buchanan has
also gone the way of all veterinary flesh?

- If you mean he's out, yes.
- Just you and me, then?

So long as I'm not
interrupting the work.

I don't work here.

Then this beautiful apparition
in surgical white is sheer illusion?

More like here today and gone tomorrow.
I'm just visiting, actually.

And so am l,
so that makes two of us.

No, I meant I don't live here.

And the Yorkshire Dales
are a long way from Dalkey,

a beautiful spot
overlooking Dublin Bay.

We seem to have
a terrible lot in common, Miss...

McEwan. Deirdre McEwan.
Calum Buchanan is my boyfriend.

That's why I'm here and not in Edinburgh,
where I belong.

All clear now, Mr O'Brian?

Ah, mystery solved and hopes dashed.

Do you always think with your mouth,
Mr O'Brian?

A national failing. The lrish have a terrible
habit of confusing it with our mind.

Ah, well, lucky Buchanan.
A brilliant chap, they say.

- Contrary old life, isn't it?
- Only if you let it matter, Mr O'Brian.

Here we are discussing the profits of fate
and it's "Mr O'Brian" and "Miss McEwan".

I'm more than happy
to call you Deirdre.

Oh, Calum.

Calum Buchanan, Nick O'Brian.

- A pleasure to meet you, Calum.
- Hello.

You're the locum
over at Scampton, aren't you?

- The very same.
- Nick just called to pay his respects.

Good to meet you. I'm afraid, though,
if you're looking for James Herriot,

- he won't be back for quite some time.
- I've had chapter and verse from Deirdre.

I'll tell him you came, anyway.
We must get together some evening.

I'd like that. And as they say, a pleasure
postponed is a pleasure nonetheless.

- Well, I'll be on my way.
- You're not rushing off, are you?

Not with what you might call
tremendous urgency.

Why don't you stay and Deirdre can make
us a cup of coffee or something stronger?

Not with you smelling
like something out of a silage pit.

Excuse me.
I'll go and clean up.

- Make yourself at home, Nick.
- Very decent of you both.

- Oh, and don't be long, Buchanan.
- Oh, let the poor man take his ease.

Are you sure
I'm not imposing, Deirdre?

If you were,
you'd soon know it.

- Morning.
- Mr Herriot, thank goodness you're here.

- Joshua worse?
- Well, I don't know.

He seems so utterly lifeless,
it's so unlike him.

I know you said it would take time,
but I'm just so worried about him.

- I understand.
- He's in the drawing room.

Come and have a look at him.

Thank you.

Hello, Joshua.

Right, let's have a look at you.

(Mrs Ridge) Such a sorrowful little thing.

He doesn't move,
he doesn't bark.

- Is he doing his business?
- Yes. And his appetite's quite good.

Ah, that's what I wanted to hear.

Well, I can't detect
any further damage.

No, I think he's on the mend.

It's just a question of time, really.

I've got something
that will help ease the discomfort.

And if there's no improvement,
you can let me know, will you?

- Hello, Ralph.
- James. I've got a horse. I've got a horse.

You sound like Prince Monolulu.
Sit down.

- Like a cup of tea?
- Oh, aye.

- So you've sold the fillies, have you?
- Yes.

And this one is something special, James.
No, ta.

Six year old. Picked him up
for a song at the sales.

- Ugly great brute.
- Oh, really? So what's so special?

He goes like an express train.

Stands back to his fences like a good 'un,
and he's a stayer.

I tell you, James,
I am gonna win races with this one.

Yes, it sounds as though you are.
What plans have you got for him?

Entered him next meeting at Broughton,
start of the season.

- Our Jack's going to ride him.
- Really?

Aye, he's got his licence now, you know.

I tell you what, come up and watch him
on the gallops tomorrow.

I'd really like you to look him over, see
if you agree with me about his chances.

Yes, why not? Right.

That was all right, lad. Now gallop him.
No risks, but give him his hay.

- We've got to impress James.
- Yes, Dad.

Right. Off you go. I'll have
the clock on you, so wait till I signal.

Right.

- By God, Ralph, he's gigantic.
- I told you he was an ugly great brute.

I think he's a bit more than that.

- All right, what's the catch?
- There's no catch.

- You told me you got him for a song.
- So I did.

His background's fair enough.
Not spectacular, but sound.

No, it's his basic track record -
a string of disappointments.

- And you're going to change all that?
- You're damn right.

Now, look, it's not simply that we like him.
The main thing is he likes us.

What's his name?

It'll suit him, it's what
he's going to bring us - The Jackpot.

Go on, lad.

Go on.

Well, I'm damned.

What do you say to that, James?

I think you've got a winner, Ralph.

(doorbell)

Nick. Hello, come in.

Hello. I'm just dropping in
to see if the elusive Herriot is here.

At least, that's my excuse.
Nothing would have me say different.

Unlucky again, I'm afraid.
He'll be back for surgery about five.

- Why don't you stay?
- You don't want me under your feet now.

Oh, I think I can cope for half an hour.
Give me your coat.

- Come through this way.
- Fine.

(phone rings)

Just go through here and make yourself
comfortable. I won't be long.

Hello. Darrowby three eight five.

Hello, Mr Walters.

No, he isn't at the moment, I'm afraid.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'll see what I can do,
all right?

Goodbye.

You know, Deirdre,
I grew up in a house just like...

- What is it?
- It's an emergency.

A valuable horse has gone down
with colic and Mr Walters is desperate.

- The horse is in a terrible state.
- Try and get hold of James or Calum.

The horse should be seen right now.

James is too far away and Calum's...

- Do you know where Walters lives?
- Yes, it's just outside Darrowby.

I've got my gear in the back of the car.
Say the word and I'm your man.

- Are you sure?
- I'll have to ring Herriot and clear it.

He'll be back by the time we get there?

Then I'll bring him here.
Come on.

- We'd better get cracking.
- We? Well, I don't have to come, do I?

Oh, yes, you do. To show me the way.
You just said it's hard to find.

All right. Oh, it's very kind of you
to do this for us, Nick.

- Off we go.
- Right, I'll just get my coat.

Come on, Joshua,
you should be feeling better by now.

That's what he's like all the time.
No response.

- You know what he's like normally.
- Ball of fire.

He never utters a sound.
That worries me more than anything.

You don't think
there could be something else wrong?

No.

No, no, I'm convinced of it.
Just think what he's been through.

He's sore and he's bruised.

He's withdrawn into himself.
He's still suffering from shock.

So we have to be patient
and let him come out of it.

I'm sure you're right.

(Nick) Did you see the look on his face
when he realised it was me coming?

(Deirdre) Well, he was expecting
James or Calum.

He probably thought
that you were an lrish tinker.

A fine animal, though.
And lucky.

- Calum, the man himself.
- Where have you been, Deirdre?

Nick and I have just
been up to Mr Walters'.

- She was lending me a hand...
- I'm asking Deirdre.

And I'll tell you
if you give me half a chance.

Right, I'm waiting.

It's time I got back.
Early start in the morning.

You're very welcome to stay for a drink.
You've more than earned it.

Thanks, but I wouldn't want to overstay
my welcome. I'll say goodbye for now.

Well, I'm sure James, at least, will want
to thank you for saving a valuable animal.

It was a pleasure to help out.

- Goodbye, Calum.
- Goodbye.

Deirdre, you might have told me.
You might have left me a note.

- Did you lose any of those ewes?
- Just the one, like you said.

Well, there's nothing the matter here,
you can let her go.

- How are those pups doing?
- Fine, just fine. More like Jock every day.

I'm sure they are.

Bye, Mr Buchanan.

Bye, Bob.

Damn!

Oh, no!

Get back.

Competition isn't all it's cracked up to be,
eh, Jock?

- Hello, Deirdre.
- Hello.

- Thanks for seeing to the house.
- You might try doing it yourself.

Helps to clear the mind.

Stops it jumping
to the wrong conclusions.

- Listen!
- Look, I'm busy.

Look, I'd rather hoover the carpet,
if you don't mind. It's more interesting.

Deirdre, I went to see Nick.

I apologised for what happened,
I thanked him for seeing to Mr Walters.

In other... in other words,
I've made my peace with him.

And what did Nick say?

He told me all about the horse
and how helpful you'd been.

- Was he very upset?
- I was upset too!

Yes, well, you had no reason to be.

Just like he had no reason to help us,
apart from sheer generosity.

Deirdre, I'm sorry
if I disappoint you.

Oh, I'm sorry that I didn't leave a note.
I thought James would.

Anyway, it's all sorted out now.

The first chance I get,
I'll invite him over to dinner.

When?

I don't know. Soon.

Before I leave for Edinburgh?

Erm... Not that soon.
I mean, these things take time to plan.

- I can do all of that.
- But you're going away in a few days.

Anyway, you might
be doing something else.

- Calum!
- All right. Tomorrow night.

Oh, you've come, then?

Yes, Mr Hardacre.
Glad to see you're ready and waiting.

I don't like to keep you fellows
hanging about.

Willie, Herbert, come on, lads. Go and get
a hold of this big lump for Mr Herriot.

Come on.

Come on, Willie.

- I think they have him now.
- Oh, good.

Bring him out, lads.

Come on, Willie.
What's tha think tha's doing?

Tha's standing well back. Dost tha think
it's going to jump on top of thee?

(bull moos)

- Come on.
- Good, good, good.

- How old is he?
- 15 month.

- Left it a bit late, haven't you?
- Not for the likes of thee, Mr Herriot.

(Hardacre) Hold him, lads.
That's right.

He'll settle down shortly.

Hold that, Ted,
would you, please?

Down at the gate.
Come on, come on.

Push, Willie.

That's it, that's it.

Take thee hat off, Willie.
Thou won't catch cold for a minute.

(bull moos)

- Ted! Ted, for God's sake!
- Come on, Willie. Bring the ring.

Thanks.

It's all right.

All right.

There we are.

Well, Mr Herriot.

You were quicker than usual there.

(phone rings)

Darrowby three eight five, hello.

Oh, hello, Jim.

Yes.

Oh, I see.

Half an hour.

Yes, I will.

Goodbye.

- Deirdre...
- Darling, will you open the wine?

I need to get back into the kitchen
before the meat dries up.

What's wrong?

That was Jim Fowler.
One of his heifers has just aborted.

He thinks there's another dead foetus
inside it. I have to go.

- I thought James was on call tonight.
- He is, but he's had to go to Mrs Ridge's.

- I'm really sorry.
- It's all right.

It's a rotten thing to happen
after all the work you've put in.

I know. We'll do something really special
on your last night. Bust the bank, eh?

If you want.

I'll have to go.

Oh, you'd better ring Nick. I mean,
he'll understand why we had to call it off.

Call it off?
What are you talking about?

Well, I won't be back for hours.

Look, I've worked really hard
getting this ready and if you think...

- Deirdre, it's all right. We can eat it later.
- It'll be ruined.

- I have to go.
- What about Nick?

Tell him we'll do it some other time.

Oh, that's silly. It's good food
and it's ready to be eaten.

But it's not the food, is it? You just
don't want me here on my own with Nick.

Can you blame me?

A candlelit supper for you
and Nick O'Brian?

That's not an explanation, Calum.

I haven't got time to talk about it. Will you
please ring him and I'll see you later?

Mrs Ridge!

Mr Herriot. Thank you so much
for coming so quickly.

- Well, you did say immediately.
- Well, I wanted you to see for yourself.

- See for myself?
- My car's been stolen.

Ah. Well, I'm very sorry
to hear that, Mrs Ridge.

No, no, it's wonderful,
don't you see?

- If someone had stolen my car, I'd be...
- Joshua barked.

As they were driving the car away,
Joshua barked. Isn't that marvellous?

Come and see for yourself.

(barks)

Well.

- That's splendid.
- Isn't he marvellous?

I'm so grateful. You've been right all
along. You've been so patient and caring.

Now, two very stiff whiskies, I think.

- We're going to drink Joshua's health.
- He's certainly on the mend.

- Isn't he? Soda or water?
- Water, please.

Please, do sit down.

Thanks.

Now, then.

To Joshua.

- May the walls fall down.
- Joshua.

Well, now, that's enough of this formality.
I'm Dorothy.

- And I'm James.
- Splendid.

- James, do you like racing?
- It isn't often I get the chance, but I do.

I'm going to the meeting
at Broughton on Saturday.

I've got a box in the grandstand I share
with friends who aren't going to be there.

I'd like you and your wife
to be my guests.

We'll have a terrific lunch, lots of bubbly.
Do you think you could make that?

Yes. I'll get Calum Buchanan
to stand in for me.

- I'm sure he won't mind.
- Wonderful.

Pity about the Riley, but I'll have to find
an alternative means of transport.

No, I'll drive us.
In Mr Farnon's Rover.

(music playing)

- What's going on?
- Hello, Calum.

Your supper's in the oven.
I'll get it.

I don't want any supper.
I asked you a question, Deirdre.

- Calum...
- This has got nothing to do with you.

If it's your intention to ruin this evening
completely, you're doing a good job.

Maybe you've had a wonderful evening.
Mine's been awful!

Jim Fowler's cow died and there
was nothing I could do to prevent it.

- And now this!
- Deirdre telephoned my...

Nick, you are a guest in this house.
Don't let me forget it.

It's no use, Nick.

For two intelligent people, you have a
terrible urge to make each other unhappy.

That is your opinion.

Now, look. We were meant to be three
and we ended up two.

I've had a smashing evening
with a beautiful woman.

If she were free,
I'd want a million more like it with her.

But she's not.
Her heart is elsewhere.

And that's marvellous for you, Buchanan,
and tough on the rest of us.

Now you can tell me to go to hell.

Or you can bend that stiff neck

and listen to what this extraordinary
woman of yours has to say.

I rang Nick to cancel the dinner, just like
you said. He'd already left to come here.

And if you think that I am going to turn
a hungry man away from my door,

then you've got another thing coming.

- Is that it?
- Yes.

Right.

I'm going to go upstairs
and I'm going to have a wash.

And when I come back down,
I'd like to have my supper, please.

- Right, well, I'll get it for you.
- And, Deirdre.

Yes?

And you, O'Brian,
you stay right where you are.

Not a muscle will I move.

- How's Jock?
- Fine.

Why? Do you think he's ailing or summat?

No, no. I was just wondering
how he was getting on with the pups.

That's her done.

I know. You're frightened
they'll chase after you again?

- Well, it was a bit of an ordeal.
- Well, it won't happen again.

Why?
Have you barricaded them up?

No. Got shot of them. By go, there's
a market for good working sheepdogs.

- Done right well at it.
- So it's just Jock on his own then?

Aye, Jock's still top dog.

Glad to hear it.
Bye-bye, Bob.

Bye, Mr Buchanan.

Oh, Jock.
Welcome back.

Jockey!

Jock, who cares
if I won by default?

See you again, eh?

You see, my darling,
I am merely the underdog.

While my superior is whisked off
to the races by some rich benefactress,

I have to remain here on guard,
chained to the kennel.

Don't be daft, James, of course I'll do it.
After all, the company isn't bad.

Thanks a lot, Calum. I really want to see
how Ralph's horse runs.

- Of course.
- If you're interested, it's on the wireless.

- Well, I am. What's he called?
- The Jackpot.

And it's all right for next Sunday, isn't it?

Deirdre and I want
to take a picnic in Senna.

Ah, well, Cal...

Yes. Yes, of course it is.

- That salmon was delicious.
- Yes, they do do a good spread here.

Nothing like life in style, eh?
A box in the grandstand.

- I've never done this before.
- Well, sit down and enjoy the fun.

- Yes, thanks. There we are.
- Thank you, James.

Well, there's nothing I fancy
in the first race.

Really?

If you want to put a bet on later,
I'll do it for you.

That's very kind of you, James,
but I always use the tote.

I know welshing among the bookies
is a thing of the past,

but I somehow feel safer with the tote.

Right, lad. Time to be off.

Come on, Jackpot, let's have you.

Smashing.

Oh, dear.

Not very clever.

I'm £25 down on the afternoon.

Do you think Jackpot could save me?

Worth a try.

- To win, please, James.
- Hurry up. They've gone to the start.

Yes, right.

(PA) Gorgeous George, 7-1,
as is Greased Lightning 7-1.

Irish Mist, 25-1.

Cherry Pie, 9-4.

And there's one rank outsider,

Jackpot, at 50-1.

Well, I don't know much about Jackpot.

Owned and trained by MrRalph Tansy,

ridden by his son Jack.

A big, rather clumsy-looking animal.

And now I can see
they're going away down to the start.

By Jove, Jackpot's
got a tremendous stride.

Hurry up, James.

The Jackpot. Can you put five...
No, make that £10, please. On the nose.

- Deirdre, has it started yet?
- Quickly. It's in here.

(commentator) He's gaining with every
stride. Past the leaders, cleared the field.

It's going to be The Jackpot's race.
There's no beating him now.

And at the post,
it's The Jackpot by six lengths.

Well done, Dorothy.
Oh, darling, you missed it all.

No, there was such a mob there
I watched from the rails.

- What's all that?
- Dorothy's winnings.

- Can't be.
- £250, plus your stake money.

That is positively indecent.

My dear James,
I must take you racing more often.

- I'm so glad for Ralph and Jack.
- Yes, absolutely.

- Did you put anything on for us?
- Hm.

Mind your backs. Step up, please.
Out of the way. Make way for the horses.

Very well done, Jack.
Marvellous.

- My God, you've got a horse, all right.
- I told you. I told you.

- Well done, Jack.
- It was marvellous.

Best day of my life, Mrs Herriot.

Oh, Mrs Ridge, my friend Ralph Tansy,
and his son Jack.

My warmest congratulations to you both.
Wonderful win, on a wonderful horse.

- Thank you.
- Me too, Ralph. I was so excited.

Dear Helen.
Bless you for being here.

Why don't you all drop back to my place
and drink a toast to The Jackpot?

- I've got some champagne cooling.
- My goodness, you must have been sure.

Oh, we were.

- I think the rain's going to ease up a bit.
- That'll make the going firmer tomorrow.

Mrs Ridge, when you say
the going's firm...

Oh, my God.

I didn't stand a chance,
he cut across me.

- Are you all right?
- It's not me, it's Jack. Jack!

- (Jack) I'm all right. It's The Jackpot.
- Jack, it's me, James. How's he looking?

Sort of on his legs,
but there's a rotten wound on his quarters.

- James, what the devil do we do?
- Get the box upright.

If one doesn't have a breakdown truck,
a Rover is often the next best thing.

Now, the angle isn't too bad.
We could tow her out backwards.

I think you're right. I can't examine him
properly, even with the back down.

- I've got a towrope.
- Good lad.

Jack, stay where you are!
We're going to pull it out backwards.

Thanks, Ralph.

Darling, can you go back to the corner
and flag down any traffic?

Right.

Now, Mr Tansy, if you'd be good enough
to start your engine, put it into reverse,

and James will toot his horn
as soon as he's ready to accelerate.

- But very gently at first.
- Right.

Right, now, James,
take up the slack.

Now, very gently at first. Very gently.
No, no, no! Reverse, reverse!

Slowly does it.

Right. Gently, gently.

Well done.
Now toot your horn!

- Toot!
- (horn toots)

Careful!

It's coming, it's coming.

That's it.
Well done, well done.

(engine splutters)

- James, Siegfried's poor car.
- I know, I know.

Steady, lad. Nice and steady,
nice and steady.

All right, it's all right.

- You all right, Jack?
- Yes.

That's a nasty gash.

It's all right, it's all right.

It's just superficial, Ralph.

Very lucky.
Could have been a lot worse.

I'd better replace all that stuff
I used on The Jackpot.

- What will you do about the Rover?
- Leave it here. Siegfried's back tomorrow.

How are we going
to pay for the repairs?

- Helen, leave it to me.
- Oh, James.

James? And Helen too!
How good to see you both.

- Siegfried, hello.
- Dear goodness me.

Come on in
and let's have a little celebration.

We weren't expecting you back
until tomorrow.

I'll tell you, Helen.

The weather just yesterday
turned so God-awful,

we thought we might as well
make tracks early.

So, here I am.
Have a drop of sherry.

Thank you.

Here's to...

- Everything's all right, isn't it?
- Fine, absolutely fine.

- Clients not suing us or anything?
- No!

I know, it's that damned boy.
He forgot to send the bills out on Friday?

No, no, no. It's all done.

Siegfried...

Oh, my God. It's the Rover.

- I'm sorry...
- James! What happened?

James, you promised
you'd take inordinate care of it.

Don't worry, the car is outside and you are
at liberty to look at it whenever. It's fine.

It's just the engine
needs a bit of work, that's all.

And how, pray,
is the practice to finance this bit of work,

together with the work which has
undoubtedly to be done on your car?

Did you think of that before you took
whatever motoring risks you did take?

- That's what I'm worried about, Siegfried.
- Well, you mustn't worry, no.

We'll simply have to economise
in some other direction, that's all.

Siegfried, that is not necessary.

Now, first we will repair your car,
then we will repair my car.

While we're at it, would you get that blazer
Jimmy needs, and shoes for them both?

While you're kitting them out, why don't
you get yourself a new outfit too?

- Cos I think you deserve it.
- James.

Helen.

The Jackpot!