All Creatures Great and Small (1978–1990): Season 5, Episode 6 - A New Chapter - full transcript

(Dan whines)

Come on, Dan, let's get home
before the rain starts.

Come on.

(Dan barks)

Dan.

Come on.

(carhorn)

Come on, Dan, there's a good boy.
Come on.

- Where did you go?
- Only to the river. He's getting slow.

- (Helen) Poor thing.
- Keeps dropping his sticks.

- Finding them a bit heavy, I expect.
- Even the small ones?

No, he's very tired.

I found the perfect sofa
for our new sitting room.

- Well, get it, then.
- Oh, right, I will.

- Good morning, Bert.
- Morning, Mr Buchanan. Grand day.

Oh, it's lovely, isn't it?
Tell me, what's the hole for?

Trying to dig your way through to
Australia in time for the test match?

No such luck. Council's got me putting in
a new sign. Last beggar got knocked over.

Well, just you see
and cement it in well, eh?

Aye.

Oh, how's that bitch of yours?
She's in pup at the moment, isn't she?

Our Susie? Aye.

The wife's getting that nervous it's like
she was going to have the pups herself.

- Real worrier is the wife.
- Och, it's only nature's way, Bert.

But that's what I keep telling her.

Quite right, too.
Bye-bye just now.

Bye.

- Whoa!
- Careful.

- I'm sorry, I nearly dropped it.
- Ah. Pity you didn't.

Why? Don't you like toby jugs?

Oh, James' aunt gave us this
for a wedding present.

- Oh, I see.
- She might come and wonder where it is.

- Aye, right enough.
- (doorbell)

Oh. I'll go.

Oh, it's you, Mr Bentley.

Hello?
ls that the vets'?

It is, yes.
What can I do for you?

I need someone to come over to...
to my place.

- I've got a cow needs cleansing.
- Needs what?

You'll have to speak up, you know.
It's a very bad line.

I said, I've a cow needs cleansing!

That's better.
I can hear you now.

Right, I'll be over in the morning.

Aye, if you wouldn't mind.

Goodbye. Thank you.

Goodbye, Mr Bentley.

(mouths)

(chuckles)

- I've just had a telephone conversation.
- At the front door?

Yes. With Joe Bentley.
And he's completely plastered.

Of course, it's market day.

Aye, and he's been in the Drover's
since it opened this morning.

Good morning, ladies.
Who's first?

Not you again, Mr Chapman?

It's me, Mr Farnon, and Susie.

But I examined her last week, didn't I?
We all know what she's been up to.

Yes, I know, but, um...

Well, it's the missus. She asked me to
bring her again. She worries, you see.

All right, take her in.
We'll see if anything's altered.

- Come on, Susie, there's a good girl.
- (laughter)

(phone rings)

Darrowby 38...

Oh, yes. Good evening, sir.

I see. Right. If you can keep her as still as
you possibly can, and I will come out now.

Yes, of course. Bye.

- Calum.
- Huh?

Buttermere's dog's been shot.
Sounds like a mess.

Possible lung damage. We'll need
Granville Bennett. Can you give a hand?

- Of course.
- Good. You start the car, I'll tell Helen.

- Right.
- Darling?

We've gotta get over to Garsby Hall,
then on to Granville's.

Now?

Buttermere's dog got peppered.
It sounds really bad.

- Granville Bennett on an empty stomach?
- I won't drink, not tonight.

You promise, but I know Granville.
You look at him and you get a whisky.

- Not tonight.
- I don't believe it.

- I promise I won't drink.
- You'll have no food inside you.

- It's an emergency.
- (carhorn)

- We'll be as quick as we can.
- James?

- Yes?
- Remember last time?

Helen, trust me.

Calum, could you just
hold this end for a sec?

Right.
Artery forceps, James.

- Scissors.
- Thank you.

Good.

Good.

Swab.

And keep it dry just there,
can you?

OK.

His lordship, after this, may not possess
the perfect field trials champion, but he...

But he will end up with
a perfectly healthy pet spaniel,

who will lead the normal life
of a country dog.

That's terrific.

Incredibly fast.
I don't know how you do it.

- (Calum) It's marvellous.
- Practice, laddie.

Plus first-class surgical equipment.

Swab. That's good.
And a more than competent staff.

Don't take a bow, Kate,
or you'll drop the swab.

Just keep still
and blush all over with pride.

There we are, all done.
One reasonably well-repaired spaniel.

- Thanks, Granville.
- Don't mention it.

He'll have to stay here
for a week or so.

- Yes. I'll let Buttermere know.
- If you wouldn't mind.

Now then, I'm going to take you chaps
somewhere rather special.

Well, it is getting rather late and...

It's always late, it's part of life.
I just wondered if you'd care to...

No, not tonight, Granville.
If you don't mind.

It's very kind of you, and I did enjoy
my visit to your library last time but...

- I won't, if you don't mind.
- Who said anything about my library?

- Well, I assumed...
- Well, you assumed wrong, old chap.

I was going to ask
if you'd like to come to a lecture.

- Lecture?
- Where?

Over at Appleby, just across the Pennines.
It's not far.

- What sort of lecture?
- It's the Northern Veterinary Society.

- Sponsored by a drug company.
- Oh.

- Professor Milligan's coming.
- Milligan of Edinburgh, do you mean?

That's the chap. He's going to talk about
metabolic diseases. I think you'll enjoy it.

Milk fever, acetonaemia,
all that stuff.

Absolutely.
It's right up your street, old chap.

It certainly is.

- If you want to phone Helen, it's in there.
- Yes, thanks.

And then we'll be off.
In my car.

Right.

Now, how's the patient?

James, why on earth
did you tell him you wanted to go?

- (quietly) Keep your voice down.
- I am in no mood for this sort of...

Shh.
Hello, operator?

Yes. This is Hartington 2570. Please
may I have Darrowby 385. Thank you.

I don't want to go
all the way over to Appleby

just to listen to some old bore
rattling on about acetonaemia.

Well, I do.

Metabolic diseases? lain Milligan's only
the greatest authority in the country.

- What an opportunity to hear him talk.
- Aye, he'll talk.

Darling? Hello.
We're still here.

No, no, no.
Everything went just splendidly.

Mm. Now listen.

Granville's going to a lecture in Appleby
and he wants us to go with him.

Appleby.

Darling, it'll be fine.

It should be worth hearing.
Professor Milligan.

Well, it'll only take
half an hour from here.

No. No, no,
we're going in his car.

Darling, it'll be all right.

Yes. Well, we should
be back by eleven.

And we'll get a sandwich somewhere.
What do you think?

Good.
Say good night to the kids, eh?

Bye, darling.

Has it not occurred to you that it's strange
that a small-animal man like Granville

should want to hear about
cow complaints, hm?

- Well...
- Come on, chaps. Let's hit the road.

It's a bit of a ride over the Pennines but
the Bentley will get us there in no time.

- Oh, come on, James!
- Coming, coming.

Oh...

(Granville tuts)

(Granville) Hell's bells.

(brakes squeal)

- We better try and shift it. Come on.
- You must be joking.

- What?
- We'll have to make a detour.

- A bit of, uh, cross-country driving.
- How far?

Well, I know a little side road that
will take us up onto the A66 for Brough...

- Brough?! But that's miles round.
- It can't be helped. There's no other way.

Hold onto your hats, lads.
We're going back.

- (Siegfried) James!
- (door closes)

Anybody here?

- Calum?
- In here, Siegfried.

Ah, Helen, you're here.
Thank heaven for that.

That's something, anyway.
(sighs)

Oh, hello, Dan,
you poor old thing.

Have those two resigned
and taken up other employment?

Not yet, Siegfried.

They've taken a sick dog to Hartington
for Granville Bennett to operate on,

- and...
- And?

He's whisked them off to a lecture,
and I don't like the sound of it.

A lecture on the evils of alcohol,
I trust.

- I only wish it was, but I doubt it.
- He can't get them stewed at a lecture.

Ah, but they could stop off
at a pub on the way.

Well, no use worrying about it.

Que sera sera.

Oh, I say, didn't I give you that?

- What?
- That hideous cuckoo clock. Yes, I did.

I brought it back from Geneva when
I went for that conference. Remember?

Yes, so you did. I can't think
what it's doing in the ottoman.

I can. You put it swiftly and wisely out of
sight. I should do the same thing again.

- I'm not good at throwing things away.
- So I see.

Oh, I say. Look at this.

My, my! ls that 1937?

Yes. James insisted on preserving this for
posterity. I bet you can't remember why.

Yes... I... Uh... Old Corby brought it
on behalf of all the client farmers...

To our party to celebrate the resumption
of the partnership after the war.

- Would you like a drink?
- Whisky and soda would go down well.

- Of course.
- So, then...

what time are thejeunes garcons
expected back?

Oh, about midnight,
James thought.

- Oh, lor.
- I've got liver and bacon in the oven,

but now he says he'll get
a sandwich on the way.

Liver and bacon, Helen -
don't tempt me.

- Are you hungry?
- I'm always hungry.

And it's Caro's WI night.

But I must not trespass on
your hospitality.

Oh, please do. It'll only be wasted.
I could do with the company.

- Could you?
- Hm. Well...

it is a bit depressing
packing up one's home.

- Yes, I expect it is.
- Oh, please stay and keep me company.

Unless, of course,
you hate liver and bacon.

- No, I like liver and bacon.
- Aha.

(applause)

(man) lf there are any questions,
I will be only too pleased to answer them.

Thank you, gentlemen,
for your kind attention.

Well, I'm sure we're all very grateful to
Professor Milligan for coming all this way

and giving us such an instructive
and interesting talk.

I know I speak for
the entire audience

when I say we all
thoroughly enjoyed the talk,

and I ask you to show your appreciation
in the usual manner.

- That seems to be that.
- Oh, dear.

I'll have to remain rather ignorant
on the subject of milk fever.

- Damn and blast.
- Never mind, there are compensations.

- Granville...
- Hello, Granville.

- Percy. How nice to see you.
- Granville, how are you?

Bill. Now...

Oh, lovely.

- Come on, James.
- I promised I wouldn't drink, remember?

Well, just eat and be merry, then.
God knows, there's enough.

- Excuse me. Thanks.
- Come on, come on. It'll get cold.

Thanks. We have no right to be guzzling
after missing that blooming lecture.

I don't see why.
It's hardly our fault we were late.

It was Granville's driving
and then that damn tree.

(loud laughter)

Well, at least he's a member
of the Northern Vets.

- And a very popular one too.
- He's respected around these parts.

Bring your food over here, lads.
Meet some of your competitors.

These lads are my guests. James Herriot
and his colleague Calum Buchanan.

Now let me introduce Jack Bundy,
Philip Hare, Percy Oakley, John Shields,

and George... George, uh...
No, don't tell me.

Blacker. And this is Bill Warrington
of the sponsoring company.

To whom, I may say, we are all indebted
for this sumptuous feast.

Oh, and the lecture, of course.

It's very nice to meet you all.
I really am sorry we missed that lecture.

We're here for the main part.
Isn't that so, Percy?

Absolutely.
Granville never misses this bit.

- Where are your glasses, lads?
- I don't have one, actually.

Here, here. Now, Bill, I'd like my guests to
sample some of that excellent malt there.

Seeing as how it was opened
in my honour.

With pleasure. Nothing but the best
for Granville and his guests.

Not for me, thanks.
No, no. I won't, really. No Scotch.

Actually, I don't drink it.
I'll just have some orangeade.

- You don't drink it? Since when?
- Um...

- Are you sure?
- Oh, come on, James.

No. I mustn't.

- Your very good health, Mr Warrington.
- Hm, cheers.

- Cheers.
- Extraordinary!

In that case, you two lads
had better have some more grub.

Hey, try one of these prawn things.

- I can recommend these.
- Thank you.

- There.
- Thanks.

Come on, James.
What's the matter?

This food is incredibly rich.

I seem to remember you weren't too keen
to come here tonight.

- I'm fine now, though.
- Huh.

Mm. It's delicious.
What is it?

That is the last but one...

of the great '34 bottles
that I put down before the war.

- From the Skeldale cellar?
- Yes.

I wasn't going to risk
shaking that about in the car.

You shouldn't have, you know,
not for me.

Why not?
It's almost your last night in my house.

- Oh, don't. That's a sad subject.
- All right, then.

Let's say it's a reward for frying the liver
and bacon with such consummate skill.

Thank you.

It will be rather fun striking out
on your own again, won't it?

- As long as you're young and energetic...
- (Dan growls)

- Dan?
- (Dan whimpering)

What's the matter?

His heart, I'm afraid.

- Good night.
- Good night.

(Calum) Bye-bye.

- Good night.
- (all) Good night.

(slurred) Bye-bye.

- (man) Good night.
- (Granville) One for the road, lads.

I don't want to spoil the party,
but oughtn't we to go now?

Well, if you won't have a nightcap,
try some more of these.

- Calum? Ah, that's the lad.
- Thanks.

- Calum...
- I'm on my way.

Can we go, please, Granville?
Before another tree falls down.

Yes, I suppose so. Well, we'll be off.
Goodbye, Percy. Nice to see you again.

- Bye, Granville.
- Percy, thank you.

- Right, come along, lads.
- Nice to meet you.

(slurred) Bye-bye.
And thank you very much.

- You must come to the next one.
- I'll be there.

- I feel a bit sick.
- You'll be fine in the car. Come on.

(happy singing)

Music She'll be wearing pink pyjamas
when she comes

Music She'll be wearing pink pyjamas
when she comes

Music She'll be wearing pink pyjamas

- Music Wearing pink pyjamas
- (James groans)

We'll soon be there.
Only another 40 minutes.

Or so. (laughs)

Music Aye aye yippee, yippee aye

Music Singing aye aye yippee

Music Aye aye yippee

Music Aye aye yippee, yippee aye

(toots horn)

- (Calum) Shush.
- (James) Oh, God!

- James?
- Oh, no!

- I know how it looks but...
- That's all right.

- Oh. Are you angry?
- No, of course not.

- Have you eaten?
- (James groans)

Sorry.

- It really wasn't his fault, you know.
- I know. Granville Bennett.

- A remarkable man.
- Hm.

A very remarkable man.

I'm sorry, darling.

It wasn't alcohol.
I only had two orangeades.

That's all right.

Sorry you missed your walk,
old fellow.

Why don't you sit down, love?

Could you manage breakfast?
Bacons and eggs? Whatever you like.

Uh, no, I don't think I will, thanks.
Uh... I'll just get stuck in.

(sighs)
Oh, Dan.

Sorry I'm a bit late, Siegfried.

- Rough night last night.
- Ah.

Shhh...

Right.

Um...

James...

If you'd like me to do your rounds for you
today, you've only to say.

- Why should you?
- In case you don't feel up to scratch.

A slight upset tummy.
It's not terminal.

Ah... Uh...

Siegfried, what the hell's going on?

First Helen, now you.

Well, we neither of us wanted to tell you,
James, until you were feeling better.

- Tell me what?
- About Dan.

I've just seen him.

He had a heart attack last night
while you were over at Appleby.

I don't believe it.

I'm not in the habit of giving emergency
resuscitation to a dog with a slight cough.

His pulse was hardly discernible.
I had to give him a stimulant.

There's nothing wrong with Dan.
It's old age.

James, if he were my dog,
painful as it always is,

I'd feel inclined to ask myself whether,
for him, life is any longer worthwhile.

You've told me yourself
he's not enjoying his food.

Put him down, do you mean?

It's Dan you have to think about, battling
to stay alive against pain and distress.

- You can't want to see him like that.
- He is not in pain, he is not distressed.

He was last night,
and he will be again.

If it's any help, James,
I'd be more than willing to...

to do what has to be done myself.

(door closes)

(Siegfried) Calum?

Calum!

Are you thinking of going out
on your rounds in the near future?

- Yes, Siegfried, when I'm dressed.
- It's gone ten o'clock.

I know it has.
It's all Granville Bennett's fault.

It is not Granville Bennett's fault.

You think you can blame
all your own shortcomings on him.

The fact is that he's an absolutely brilliant
veterinary surgeon

who does his job damn well
and can enjoy a glass of whisky

Iike any other civilised man
who can hold his liquor.

Unfortunately you can't hold yours.

Oh, he's a great man,
right enough, Siegfried,

but he's got a knack of
getting people awfully stocious.

Stocious! Calum, it's time you realised
it's perfectly all right to enjoy your drink -

I do myself, as you know - as long as
you don't go beyond your capacity.

He plied me with
gallons of malt, you know.

- Don't exaggerate, Calum.
- Oh, drink is evil.

- You're talking like the Salvation Army.
- (doorbell)

Learn to be tolerant of those who derive
only pleasure from their tipple.

- Yes, what is it?
- Cheer... Oh!

Is that the vet?

Can you hear me?

It's about my poor cow again.

She's off her food now.

She's proper poorly.

I see. Well, since you're
plainly intoxicated, Mr Bentley,

I suggest that you go home
and sober up,

and I will see to it that someone has a look
at your cow as soon as possible, all right?

Aye. Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Joe Bentley, absolutely stocious.

It's thoroughly boring.

Oh, come come, Siegfried.

Learn to be a little more tolerant of those
who derive only pleasure from their tipple.

Only pleasure?

(Siegfried) James, ifhe were my dog,
painful as it always is,

I'd feel inclined to ask myselfwhether
forhim life is any longer worthwhile.

It's Dan you have to think about, battling
to stay alive againstpain and distress.

You can't want to see him like that.

Up here, James.

- Come on, Dan. Come on.
- Did Siegfried...?

It's all right.

We talked about it.

- Come on, Dan, up you get.
- Darling...

- I'll take him for a walk.
- Is that wise?

It can't do any harm now.

Siegfried's right.

I do have to put him down.

- Oh, James...
- I'll do it this evening.

He'll just fall asleep.

Come on, old boy.
One more walk, eh?

Come on.

Come on, Dan.

Come on.

Come on.
Come on, Dan.

Come on, Dan.
Good dog.

Dan?

Where are you,
you stupid dog?

Dan?

(James) He must have read my mind.

Poor old chap.

- He wanted to spare me the...
- I know.

He always was obliging.

Always knew exactly
what was expected of him.

- Yes.
- Right up to the last minute.

He probably wasn't
looking forward to the move.

- I'm not sure I am.
- (radio in background)

James...

- So, how is the packing going?
- Oh, it's all done, really.

Just what's in here
and the linen cupboard.

- Don't put away the breakfast things.
- I'll put them in here. Mugs, plates.

Saucepan to boil the eggs.

All Jimmy's fishing tackle
will have to go loose in the van.

I'd forgotten about that.

- I'll just catch the news.
- It's all right, I won't be long.

(sighs)

Here they come!

- (Rosie) The van's come.
- (Jimmy) The removal men are here.

Those pantechnicon's
get bigger every day.

I wouldn't like
to drive one through Darrowby.

There's a lot of stuff to shift, though.

Right then, Calum,
as we agreed.

- You do the visits, I'll take surgery.
- Fine.

That'll leave James completely free.

Yes.

Well, in the meantime
I'll see if Helen needs any help.

Yes. Right.

Good morning, good morning.
Who's first?

(noise ofremovals)

Could you put the children's stuff in the
left-hand bedroom and ours in the other?

Yes, madam.

- Morning, Mr Chapman. Can I help?
- Mrs Herriot.

It's our Susie.
I think she's about to have her pups.

- Has she actually started labour?
- Oh, aye.

And the wife's worried.
Says she doesn't like the look of her.

Gangway.
Morning, Bert.

- Susie's started to whelp.
- I'll be right over when the van's loaded.

Calum, shall we get James onto this?
You know, take his mind off Dan.

Maybe you're right.
I'll give you a hand over at Rowangarth.

Thanks.

If you'd like to go home,
I'll get James to come straight over.

Thanks, Mrs Herriot.
We'll be expecting him, then.

Yes.

There we are, Mrs Carver.
I think that's quite clear.

Oh, thank you.

Let me...

I'm sorry to interrupt.
Hello, Mrs Carver.

- Thank you, Mrs Carver. Goodbye.
- It's just that Bert Chapman's just been.

- Oh, really?
- His bitch has gone into labour, I...

That's an excellent idea, Helen.
You go down there, James.

I don't feel in a fit state of mind to do
anything today, to tell you the truth.

Jobs have to be done, James,
whatever our state of mind.

I don't think Helen's exactly
bursting with happiness either.

No. Bit sad to be leaving Skeldale.

Oh, dear. I've suddenly realised

this is the very last time that I shall see
the pair of you under my roof.

You made absolutely the right decision,
but Skeldale's going to be a sadder place.

Thanks, Siegfried.

We've had some grand times
together here, haven't we?

Siegfried?

Thanks for everything.

- What do you think?
- Several lively pups in there.

- And if she was mated when you said...
- Oh, aye, she was.

..then she is due today, then.

I'll have a feel around inside.
Have you noticed her straining?

Oh, aye. She's been bearing down for
about an hour now, but nowt's happened.

It's all right.

There's a head.

Big pup.

Stuck.
Can't come any further, you see.

A big 'un, eh?

If we can just manage
to get this one out,

the others should come easily.
They'll be smaller, hopefully.

Is there any way of
shifting him, Mr Herriot?

- I can try forceps. I don't like them but...
- But what if that don't shift him?

I'll have to get her back to
the surgery for a Caesarean, I'm afraid.

(Mrs Chapman) We should never
have had her mated in my opinion.

I told him five year old were too late for
the first litter but he wouldn't listen to me.

He never does.

Don't worry, Mr Chapman.
She's not too old to have puppies.

It'll be all right, I promise.

I tell you what. Why don't we try
and get her on the table?

- If you've got a clean sheet or something.
- Oh, aye.

- Thanks.
- Stay there, Susie.

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

Farewell, Skeldale.
Rowangarth, here we come.

Chocks away, gentlemen!

- Goodbye, Skeldale.
- (Rosie) Bye.

- (Jimmy) Bye, Skeldale.
- (Rosie) Bye, Skeldale.

Here we are.
It's coming.

It's coming.

- Come on. Coming...
- (Susie whines)

There we are, Susie.
Steady now.

Come on. It's coming.

Very weak heartbeat.

He's just alive.

(James continues to blow)

There, Susie.

Not very much hope,
I'm afraid, Mr Chapman.

Look, Mr Herriot!
His ribs is moving. Look. See?

- My God, you're right.
- (puppy whimpers)

He's breathing.
Little beggar's breathing.

That's champion, Mr Herriot.
And he's a good pup.

He should be. He's from Jack Dennison's
dog and he's a grand 'un.

Now matter how many she has,
every one's spoken for.

Everybody wants a puppy
out of our Susie.

She'll be exhausted,
all that pushing.

I'll give her an injection
to help with the contractions,

and the others should come
more easily after that.

There, Susie. Well done.
Look at your baby. Look.

She's grand, eh?

Thank you very much.
Goodbye.

Bye-bye, now.

- Is that them away, then?
- Yes.

Helen, did you phone
the electricity board?

- Yes, I did, last week. Why?
- None of the lights work.

- Oh, no.
- I'm afraid so.

I thought they were switched off
at the mains but the fuse box is fine.

- Oh, Calum!
- Look, don't worry.

There's enough time to unpack before
dark, so you and the kids get stuck in,

and I... shall go and hunt out
some candles.

Excellent.
Three black, one yellow.

Three dogs, one bitch.

Oh, we're that grateful to you, Mr Herriot.
Eh, Madge?

Aye. He's done a grand job,
he has.

Well, they're grand puppies.

Especially this one.

(Bert) Aye, the little beggar,
getting stuck like that.

Mind you, I think
he'll be most forward just the same.

Could well be.

Would you like to have him, Mr Herriot?
We heard about your loss.

I know as folks want 'em, but...

It's extremely kind of you, Mr Chapman,
but no, thanks all the same.

Um...

I really ought to catch up with
my family in our new home.

They'll probably be settled in by now.

- Goodbye, Mrs Chapman.
- I'll see you to the door.

(Rosie) Jimmy, where are you?

Ow! Mummy, Jimmy
pinched me in the dark.

- I didn't.
- Yes, you did.

Do be quiet.
Stop rushing about.

(carapproaches)

(carhorn)

Oh, thank goodness.
Calum's back!

I borrowed candles from Mrs Brooks,
and she'll try the electricity board again.

Come on, kids! I'll try and get my Primus
stove to work so you can have some tea.

Thanks. You're a marvel.

Come on, Jimmy and Rosie,
come and help.

- What should I next?
- We could do with some of these around.

So light that one
and put it in your room.

Careful, now.
Could you get me some water, Rosie?

- Here you are, love. There's a saucepan.
- There you are.

- Thank goodness for the Primus.
- Thank goodness it's working.

Can we have that pan, Rosie?
Come on.

- Is that enough?
- That's perfect.

Well, we have running water. I suppose
that's something to be grateful for.

- Helen?
- Yes, in here, love.

Hello, Dad.

- Hello, Daddy.
- James.

Sorry about all this. The electricity people
haven't turned the power on.

Calum's been marvellous and we've
decided to picnic until they connect us up.

- I'll get the torch out of the car.
- Lovely.

Children, you won't be too noisy tonight,
will you? I think Dad's a bit tired.

I'll tell you what. Why don't you come
with me and we'll make up your beds?

- OK. Come on, Jimmy.
- Thanks, Calum.

(Calum and the children cheer)

Dan, come on.

(knocking)

Hello, Calum. Come in.
How nice to see you.

You're our first visitor.
Stay for lunch?

I was hoping you'd say that.
How did you sleep, then?

Not bad. Woke very early, though,
without any curtains.

You seem well-organised in here, though.

We will be. There's still lots to do in
the children's rooms and furniture to buy.

Oh, yeah. It's...
Where's James?

He's gone for a walk. He says he's going
to continue to go for walks, dog or no dog.

Quite right. I'm quite glad he's out.
I wanted to show you this.

- What is it?
- It's an advert in the local paper.

- You could you read it out.
- Oh, sorry.

It's for border terriers.

A woman in Broughton
breeds them.

Border terriers. Right. "Three-month-old
border terrier puppies for sale."

"Excellent pedigree." It's a Mrs Mason.
He's always liked borders, hasn't he?

Yes, he thinks they're adorable,
and it's very sweet of you, Calum,

- but I think it's too early.
- How do you mean?

I just think he needs more time.

- Calum. Hello, darling.
- Hello.

- Who needs more time?
- Uh...

Nothing.

Calum...

come and look at our new garden.

Uh... how are you settling in?
ls everything all right?

Yes, thanks.

Uh...

It'll be a bit of a change for you, then,
not living over the shop.

More time to ourselves.

I suppose I'll miss you.
Now and again.

If you feel neglected of an evening,
come over here.

- You know you'll be welcome.
- Thanks.

Look, I brought the paper over because
I know you've always liked border terriers.

Game little dogs.

Well, Helen was saying that
she thinks it's a bit early

for you to be thinking about
getting another dog.

She's not going to do
anything about it.

- You don't know Helen.
- Don't I?

- We've been married 13 years.
- How do you mean?

Look, if Helen just hints at something
and I say nothing,

she assumes I agree with her.

Really? Well, she's convinced
you need more time to get over Dan.

- She told me herself.
- Really?

Yes.

Sounds perfect, Mrs Mason.

Three months and two weeks,
yes, absolutely.

Yes. We'll be over within the hour.
Thank you very much. Goodbye.

Last one, you know.

Well, hurry up or we'll miss it.

There you are, Helen.

A new chapter.