Young James Herriot (2011–…): Season 1, Episode 1 - Episode #1.1 - full transcript

In 1933 earnest young James Herriot arrives to study at the Glasgow Veterinary School and rooms with predatory,tipsy Mrs. Munro,along with fellow students,wealthy,cavalier McAloon and the fiercely feminist Whirly Tyson. James impresses one of his tutors,the modern-thinking Professor Ritchie when he correctly diagnoses a dray horse's illness. However James must learn that not all animals can be quickly cured and that sacrifices must be made to keep families together. Whirly falls foul of the reactionary Professor Gunnell,who demands her expulsion, but the apparently indolent McAloon turns up trumps by forcing the college principal,Professor Legge to make Gunnell back down.

Hey, watch where you're going!
Sorry.

Move out the way, son! Sorry.

CAR HORN BEEPS

Where you going?

Where are you from then?

Excuse me.

Do you know the way
to the veterinary college?

Oh, you don't want to go there.
Word is it's closing down.

Closing down?

You've not heard its reputation?
It can't close.

I've been offered a place there.
This is my first day.



Well, here you are.
Glasgow Veterinary College.

Looks like you're the first here.
Professor Gunnell will be impressed.

Um... Professor Gunnell?

He gives the inaugural lecture
each year in the courtyard.

Out here? Yes.

He's a real stickler
for timekeeping.

All the best.

Thank you.

BELL RINGS

When does the lecture start?

DISTANT LAUGHTER

EXCITED CHATTER

CHEERING

That's him.



HE COUGHS

You're late.

Oh.

I'm very sorry, sir.

Professor.

It won't happen again, Professor.

Of that you can be assured, Mr...?

Herriot. James Herriot, Professor.

Ah, Mr Herriot.

Now, you must take extra care

in the bowel of a patient
where an abscess is present.

The bacteria are still feeding and
will continue to produce gas and pus

long after death.

Mr Herriot.

Since you have been so kind to
grace us with your presence,

perhaps you can redeem yourself.

For the benefit of the class, please
explain why the cecum of a rabbit

makes its digestive system
so unique?

Um... I know this one.

As I expected,

given you do not have a science
qualification to your name.

Anyone? So that it can...
Mr Skinner?

So that it can chew the cud?
No, Mr Skinner.

It is not so that
it can chew the cud.

Because, as anyone who has ever
opened a biology textbook

will be able to tell you,

a rabbit is not a ruminant!

Excuse me.

Oh, by the way, you're an idiot.

Got it in one.

So what, you missed
half your first lecture.

I'm still here
and I've missed hundreds.

Hundreds?

It's true. He's been a vet student
for five years and he's still a pig.

I can see what you mean.
Pig. It means a second year.

Five years' study
to get to second year?!

My parents would be bankrupt
if I took five years.

I need to finish in four.

Which would make you an ox.
Fourth year. For now, you're a dog.

First year. Horse, ox, sheep, pig...

Dog! So, dog,
you're bottom of the heap.

Look out for more ribbing.

Is that all you do with your time?
Play practical jokes on people?

Don't you want to be a vet?
What? And have to work for a living?

I've only ever wanted to be a vet.

The name's Whirly.

I'm James.

The idiot's called McAloon.
I just ignore him.

Come, dog,

let us show you the delights
of this esteemed institution.

Give me a hand, George.
Right you are, Tommy.

See if we can get him shifted.

Come on!

Father, he's limping again.
You're talking nonsense.

He is, look!

You want to feel
the back of my hand?

Just go and get him some water.
Go on!

Go on! Move, you lazy bastard.

No, Dad, no!

Just let him be.

We are already behind. We can't
afford another late delivery.

For God's sake, Halliday,
leave it alone.

Stay out of my business. Move!

Any fool can see your horse is
injured. You calling me a fool?

No!

You shouldn't be allowed
to own a horse, you thug.

Let's see how you like it.

No, leave him, mister!

STOP!

Can't you see you're
upsetting the boy?

Hello. I'm James.

Are you all right?

Get off.

You should be ashamed of yourself.
This animal's dead on its feet.

Well, she looks fine to me.

She's a he.

And who are you to lecture me
about horses?

James Herriot. And I'm a vet.

Oh are you now?

A vet who can't tell
the sex of a horse?

That's very impressive, I'm sure.

You stay there.

You stay away from me.
You understand?

You are one very brave fellow.
Well, the man's a bully.

And you're a vet already?

Poetic licence.

We should tell him.

What, and miss out on all the fun?
Are you mad?

Consider it an apology. Hmm.

Gentlemen! Room for one more?

Only if you've got
money to bet, McAloon.

Well, I shall write
a promissory note

and as soon as Pater's
postal order arrives...

The Principal wants to see James
Herriot in Professor Richie's office.

Tradition, dear boy.

Erm, all dogs
must report to the main man.

Whirly and I will show you the way.

KNOCK ON DOOR

Come!

I've got a James Herriot for you,
Professor Legge.

Shut the door, McAloon. Right.

Mr Herriot.

Welcome to
Glasgow Veterinary College.

You have made quite an impression
on your first morning.

I am Professor Legge,
Principal of the College.

You've met Professor Gunnell,

and I understand you've also made

the acquaintance
of Professor Richie.

So, I'm a bully

and you're a vet?

After half a lecture on your
first day at college,

that's a remarkable achievement.

I'm very sorry, Professor Richie.
I had no idea... Indeed.

My advice is we just get rid of him.

Save time and, almost certainly,
years of wasted effort.

Well, if I can't study here,
I'll go somewhere else.

An overwhelming
sense of vocation to be a vet?

So why not study one single
science subject at school?

I studied humanities.
I think that's just

as relevant to veterinary work.
Ssshh!

Would you like to hazard
a diagnosis of the dray's ailment?

I don't know exactly.

A fracture?

Bad shoes. Don't just pluck
diagnoses out of the air, son.

Well, if I could only examine
the horse,

I'm sure I could figure out
what's wrong.

You're very cocky, Herriot.

You don't want to rub
Professor Gunnell up the wrong way.

He's the Vice Principal.

The man with the big whip.

My fellow professors, Herriot
insists he can solve the problem.

Let him prove himself.

For a dog,
a spectacular first morning.

Well, at least it's earned me
my first real vet job.

Lucky you. What is it?

Guess who's going to cure
the dray horse?

Hello there! Did you see where
the delivery cart went?

Hello, I'm Jenny Muirhead,
Mr Herriot.

Sorry... forgot my manners... James.

I just need to find that horse.

The one pulling the cart
with the beer barrels?

You could try Danny Neal's pub,
over the road?

Thank you for your help, ma'am.

This is the third time in a month
that you've been late.

I cannae keep on
waiting on you like this.

Are you hearing me, Tommy?

Mr Halliday?

James Herriot.

The man who stepped in
to help you out this morning?

Thank you, young sir.

Though, I don't remember
asking for your help.

Robbie, let's go.

There is something wrong
with your horse... Ah, yes,

you're the vet, aren't you?

Maybe you're working him
too hard?

This is the only horse in Glasgow
still gets rested on the Sabbath,

come what may.

Now, I've got a living to make,
food to put on the table.

Mr Halliday, I need someone
to run an errand for me.

Can I borrow Robbie for an hour?

The end is nigh, Donald, if we are
accepting the likes of Herriot.

Was there ever a less academic bunch
than the ones we're teaching now?

Skinner's a waster.

We've had to suffer that fool
McAloon for five years

and we must be the only vet school
in the country accepting women.

Edinburgh would never have them.

Oh, it's a new era, Quintin.

Besides, Miss Tyson shows
a great deal of promise.

I've said it often enough,
we're a laughing stock.

Ach, you're an old dinosaur.

You're a socialist.

Progress, gentlemen.

Who'd have thought
the Archbishop of Canterbury

would approve of cinemas
opening on a Sunday?

This is embarrassing,
talking about women's... facilities.

It's embarrassing when you can't go
when you want to.

Gentlemen!

We're missing chunks of classes
trekking over to the public baths.

Professor Gunnell's got us in his sights
Don't give him an excuse, please.

Once the ladies' toilets are
established, we're established.

It's as fundamental as that.

Can't you talk her out of this
stupid idea?

Aren't there more important things
to be fighting for?

Freedom for India, perhaps?

Thanks for nothing, Jenny.

Not best of pals, hmm?

It's a bit of a shame, because you're
the only two ladies in the college.

Chalk and cheese... she doesn't
believe in the emancipation of women.

Well, given her father owns
half of Scotland,

she doesn't need to believe.

Whirly, good for you for standing
up for what you believe in.

Where do I sign?

I'm looking for a Mr McAloon?

Yes.

The woman at the post office
asked me to deliver these.

They came in the post last week, but
they got lost out their envelope.

I knew father would come good.

See? They do care about you.

Guilt money, darling Whirly.

Still, useful...
round of drinks?

Robbie!

You'd make a fine young actor.

That's the easiest tuppence
I've ever earned.

Well, there's another tuppence
coming your way,

if you can just tell me everything
you know about your horse.

Right, what are we having?

I've told you no more
until your bill's settled.

Dearest Mary, I can offer you
security in the form of these.

Postal orders?

And tell me, Mr McAloon,
who is James Herriot?

LAUGHTER

It would appear our dog
has some spirit.

Touche, James.

Thank you.

I'm sure he'll apologise
by buying a round.

I'm surprised you've got time to
drink the afternoon away

when Professor Gunnell
has the gimlet eye on you.

I've been working on it, Professor
and I think I've got the answer.

Well, why are you not
writing up your report then?

I'm off. Sorry, folks.

I've got to move into my digs
tonight, anyway.

What about our promised drinks?

I suppose I owe you one.

I shall settle tomorrow.
I'm not falling for that one.

I've got money.

Well, I'll take these
until your bill's settled.

OK, look after them...
it's everything I've got.

I like him.

Not a crush, I hope, on a dog.

More like a pup, really.

Hello?

Hello?!

Hoi, pal! Halt the racket!

I'm boarding here.

With a Mrs Fraser?

Is that what
she was calling herself?

Don't worry, you're not the first.

I've paid a deposit
for a full month's rent.

Well, more fool you.
I beg your pardon?

Your money's gone, pal.

She'll have drunk it by now.

James! What a surprise.

Ah, just in time for another round.

How are your digs then,
all settled in?

Yes, all fine. A bit basic,
but they'll do, for now.

BELL RINGS

Oh, I hate that sound!

Time for another,
courtesy of young James.

I said only one drink on me.

Then I shall have to ask
the lovely Mary for credit.

Are your digs nearby?

Staggering distance.

Ah, my postal orders.
How much do I owe you?

A crown should cover it.

Five bob!?

Once you start on the malt,
dear boy,

you just have to have another,
and another...

Here.

And you'll get this back when you
settle your tab... in cash.

LOUD BANGING

Shhh!

Ah!

(Mother nature!)

(That'll do nicely.)

Ah! Jiminy!

A-ha!

Ah!

A-ha!

Good morning.

Excuse me?

Do you know
where to find Mr Halliday?

Tommy? Down there.

Ah, thank you.

And have a... a nice... um...

You eat up, son.

That's right.

Your mother would have wanted you to
grow up to be a big, strapping lad.

Hello, Robbie.

What now?

I know what's wrong with your horse,
Lachie.

Robbie! What have you been saying?

What matters is
I can help you fix him.

How many times do
I have to tell you?

Look.

See?

This is wrong.
It should be like this.

You're putting pressure on
the wrong muscles for load-pulling.

All we require is a new harness.

Or even a second-hand one?

Must be worth considering
getting him one as good as new?

What have we here?

Gosh, that's puppy's bag.

Do you have to call him that?

Wuthering Heights...

Middlemarch...

an Anthology of English Poetry...

oh, and underpants, of course.

You shouldn't be looking through
someone's private things.

SNEEZE

My dear chap, when you
said your digs were adequate...

You're a bit of a fool, Herriot.

A full month's rent?

Well, I'm not the fool who
squandered it all on drink.

HE COUGHS

Well, you can't stay here.
You'll freeze to death.

I'm fine. It's just a runny nose.

You can stay with us.

Us? Yes, in my aunt's house.

We'll take you there tonight.

Imagine my shock...

and disgust...

at finding in this
distinguished institution...

a leaflet
agitating for toilets for ladies.

Why is it disgusting?
Don't women have to pee too?

Well, there you have it...

the shrill, degrading voice
of the campaigning woman.

Why do you hate women so much,
Professor Gunnell?

Miss Tyson, I'm a married man.

I would not have agreed before God

a life-long union
with someone I hate.

Do you treat her as your equal?

Then she's no better
than your slave.

She's my wife.

On present evidence,
being a man's wife is a status

you will never achieve.

LAUGHTER

I want my own identity.

I want to earn my own money.

I don't want to be
anybody's kept woman,

because we all know
what they really are.

OUT!

Out young lady!

And never come back.

Gladly. We're half the human race,
you can't keep us down forever.

That does indeed seem
a breach of college discipline.

Imagine my shock
to be harangued by this WOMAN.

She tried to humiliate me
in front of the other students.

I shall have a strong word
with Miss Tyson.

I was hoping for a more
robust response, Principal.

Robust? Never in my entire career
have I felt so undermined.

I shall insist
she apologises to you.

I'm afraid it's beyond apology
for me, Principal.

Unless the college
takes appropriate steps,

I shall have no other option
than to tender my resignation.

Quintin.

You above all people
must understand

the precarious position
that the college is in.

Such an esteemed
member of staff resigning...

The solution lies in your hands,
Principal.

Good day.

He fixed him, Father! He fixed him!

Ah, Professor Richie.

I've finished my report,

I think you'll find
the problem solved.

I must say, I'm impressed you managed
to get that low life to agree to this.

I think...

Perhaps, Professor Richie, we may
have seen the worst of Mr Halliday.

He loves his boy,
and his wife died just a year ago.

He's desperate, sir, and desperation
can lead a man to do cruel things.

Very insightful, Mr Herriot.

I hope Halliday appreciates
what you've done for him.

How're we gonnae pay back the money,
Father?

At this rate,

he'll be carrying double
the load by the end of the week.

We'll even beat those motorised
lads at their own game.

Come on, Lachie.

Back up.

Lachie, back up.

That's it.

Lachie!

Come on!

Move!

Lachie, what's wrong?

I'll get a job, Father.

I earned this from the young
gentleman in only 15 minutes.

That young gentleman
has led us to ruin.

Get your things together, son.

Why?

Because I can't look after you
any more.

The stairs are really creaky.

The old dear'll be fast
asleep by now.

DOG BARKING

Cleo?

(You never told me
you had a dog!

(Hello there.)

GROWLING AND SNARLING

Get off, you stupid mutt!

Cleo, darling.

Off for a midnight feast, are we?

You seem to have made quite
an impression.

Naughty Cleo.

We don't want you tearing the young
gentleman's trousers off, do we?

Oh, you are the world's best
guard dog, aren't you?

Auntie, this is James Herriot.

His landlord let him down and we...

We thought he could stay here,

even if it's just
for a couple of nights?

Free of charge?

Oh, no, no, no, I'm willing to pay.

Oh.

Well, if I'm to have a new lodger, I
shall have to conduct an interview.

A young man in need...

I'd like to say I don't bite,
but often I do.

Rarr!

Come with me.

Recognise her?

I like to think
I haven't changed much?

No, definitely not.

Ah, but you're seeing me
fully clothed, so to speak.

One of the Glasgow Boys,
before he became famous.

Very interesting.

I have only a few house rules,
Mr Herriot.

One... exact rental payment
made on Friday evenings,

no delays, no excuses.

Two... any ladies you care
to bring home...

Oh, no, I wouldn't...

have to be paid for.

And three... should
the lady of the house

require assistance
of any kind from her tenants,

she expects it offered freely
and graciously.

Shall we say two shillings a week?

Seems very reasonable.

There's a room along the hall...

it's small, but should suit you
very well.

Close to me.

Mrs Munro?

Aching muscles, Mr Herriot.

I do so miss my husband's
healing hands.

He died in the Great War, you know.

I'm sorry.

Still,
with all your veterinary training,

I'm certain you'll be able
to soothe the odd twinge?

Follow me.

HE GIGGLES

GROWLING

Argh!

I trust you slept well, Mr Herriot?

I did.

Thank you.

This won't happen every morning

but, as you're new to
the establishment,

please, I baked them myself.

BARKING AND GROWLING

Oh, ignore her.
She thinks all scones are for her.

Mmm. Delicious.

Should I...?

Although, I would say she's
had her fair fill of scones.

LAUGHS

Meaning what, exactly?

She...

has a fine... full...

figure on her.

She's not fat, Mr Herriot,
she's pregnant.

Yorkie from number 58
keeps sniffing around her.

FROM OUTSIDE: Where is he? Excuse me?
Richie! You can't go in there!

Richie!

Mr Halliday! Explain yourself!

Six pounds for that harness
your useless vet made me buy,

and the dray is worse than
he's ever been. What did I tell you?

So what you going to do about it?
I want answers!

Mr Halliday, veterinary medicine
isn't an exact science...

much as we'd like it to be.

Well, that young gentleman, Herriot,
seemed very sure of himself.

Just as I said.
I'm six pounds out of pocket!

I'm terribly sorry if
we've made a mistake.

Sorry is not good enough!

I'm going to tell everybody that
you're a bunch of charlatans.

I know plenty of folk in this town,
you know I do!

Good morning. Morning.

Good morning. Morning.

Good morning, Lachie.

Oh, you poor thing.

Mr Halliday,
what's happened to Lachie?

You! And your bloody interfering!

You can't work her in this state!
What choice do I have?

Where's Robbie?

Where do you think?

The only place that can feed
him ... Barnhill.

The poorhouse.

Thanks to you.

I know Mr Halliday's
been to see you.

I've made a complete mess of things.

You made a mistake.

We all do.

He's had to send his son
to the poorhouse.

I should do something.

My advice, Mr Herriot,
is that you leave well alone.

You've done enough already.

Whirly.

Are you all right?

I've been suspended. What?

Ah.

Well, you can't just
let this happen.

What do you suggest?
Another campaign?

We'll sign a petition.

James...

no-one wants me here.

Even my father'll be delighted
I've been thrown out.

Surely not?

I've got four brothers,
all with careers in farming.

But the only ambition my father
has for me is marriage.

You should have been working
on the Halliday case.

I've had enough, James.

Whirly's been suspended.

She says she's not
going to fight it.

Sensible girl.

Why would she want to stay in this
godforsaken institution?

Aren't you going to help?

She doesn't need my help.

Whirly can turn her hand
to anything.

She wants to be a vet.

Something you'll never understand,
you useless, selfish sod.

I just need to do a more
thorough examination.

You've got two minutes.

There's no swelling I can find.

His heartbeat's fine.

And he doesn't have a temperature.

His shoes are fine,
his harness is fine,

he gets his regular rest
and his regular feed...

What do you feed him?
Cereal.

The best cereal you can get.
Cereal.

He eats better than we... than I do.

Thank you, Mr Halliday.

So? What's wrong with him?

I don't know yet. Yet?!

By the time you're sure
I will be in my grave!

Please, take a seat, Mr McAloon.

Don't mind if I do.

So, Principal,
let me tell you where we are.

My friend, Whirly Tyson,
has been summarily suspended

for what I assume were her remarks
to one Professor Gunnell.

She's a very strong willed girl.

And Professor Gunnell
has given me an ultimatum.

Either she goes or he goes.

You know he's an old bluffer.

Who the hell is going
to take Professor

Gunnell Edinburgh threw
him out, remember?

I cannot take the risk.

You must be aware, Principal,

of the king's ransom my parents pay
in fees to this august institution.

And I do recall there even
being talk of an endowment.

Call his bluff.

Believe me, you'll be safe.

Oh, and there's just
one other thing...

Professor Richie, I know what's
wrong with the dray horse.

I gave you clear instructions
to have nothing to do

with that man or his horse.

Azoturia.

From too much cereal
feed on rest days.

Mr Herriot, I do believe
you've diagnosed the problem.

Well done.

Now, how do we cure her?

Him.

Him.

Simple... he just needs complete
rest for around three months.

Do you want to tell Mr Halliday

he can't use his horse
for three months, or shall I?

What do we do?

The college could consider
buying the horse from Mr Halliday.

Truly?

It'll be very instructive to
the students to see the innards

close up rather than
out of a text book.

Use him for dissection?

It's you who desperately wants to bring
the family back together, Mr Herriot,

and that will only happen
if they've got money and a future.

His son... he loves that horse.

Halliday will get about a month
out of him if he's lucky.

But every day
will be a living death.

Professor Richie,
I came here to cure sick animals.

Not to kill them.

Obviously, if you go to Edinburgh,
it will be our loss.

But I don't want you to feel that
you'd be letting any of us down.

You know my loyalty to this place,
Principal.

Indeed I do.

But I need to know
what your plans are.

If you intend to resign,
then I would appreciate a decision.

Now.

I shall stay at Glasgow,
warts and all.

Then I shall insist Miss Tyson
apologises to you.

That's the least that she can do.

Oh, I agree, but women
are here to stay.

I'm glad you're so loyal
to this college, Quintin,

because I'm going to have to ask you
to make one more sacrifice.

Cheers! Cheers, to you.

Ah, thank you, Mary.

What's the celebration?

You won't believe this...
Legge called me in,

and he's taking me back.

Ah, that's terrific news.
How did that happen?

The Principal's seen sense,
apparently.

I've got to give a grovelling
apology to Gunnell, apparently,

but I'll do that with my fingers
crossed behind my back.

The college is lucky to have you,
Whirly.

Well, I'm feeling lucky
this evening,

so my last sixpence is going on
a game of poker with the boys.

What?

James!

Richie wants me
to kill the dray horse,

even though there is a simple cure.

Whirly! Whirly?!

It's Cleo, she's poorly!

What's happening?

DOG WHINES

I think they might be stuck.
Oh, God!

Maybe we should take her to the college.
If we do she won't make it.

I need towels, warm water
and soap flakes.

McAloon! Right.

Soap flakes? It's lubricant,
she needs help to deliver.

James, can you help me
massage Cleo's abdomen?

I've learned more today than
I have in the last five years.

Just beautiful.

Darling, I can't thank you enough.

All these little Cleos.

Perfect!

Once you get it over with...

This is the worst thing I've ever
had to do in my life.

Is it just me or have all men
gone soft these days?

15 years ago, millions of men
died in the trenches

and you're making yourself ill over
putting a horse out of its misery.

I know how hard this is for you,
having to share an office.

KNOCK AT THE DOOR

Come!

I'm ready, Professor.

I doubt it, Mr Herriot.

And that's a not a bad thing.

Destroying an animal
is not something

we should ever take lightly.

You'll be pleased to know
Mr Halliday has gratefully

accepted the cash offer.

It's a lifeline for him.

Is Robbie back with his father?

He's being dropped off from Barnhill
this morning.

Come.

Father! Robbie!

I thought we didn't have any money.

We'll be all right now, son.

Thank you, Mrs McLean.

Right then.

I love you, Da. I'm sorry, son.

Professor Richie.

Robbie, Lachie's ill.

He's... very ill.

Yeah, but you can fix him?

Go and see Lachie.

Why?

Just do it, son.

You've done well by me.

Thank you, sir.

Position it perpendicular
to the forehead.

That way he won't feel a thing.

Robbie?

I've got something I need to do.

Will you go and help your father?

Robbie, come and help me
with this, son.

Put these tools away for me.

Aye, Father.

GUNSHOT

I'll send someone round
to pick him up.

You're a liar!
Robbie, I'm sorry.

I hate you!
Robbie, that's enough.

You telt me you were gonnae fix him!

I was wrong to tell you
I could cure him, I'm sorry.

James.

I hope you continue to impress,
Mr Herriot.

The horse carcass will
provide much-needed

surgical experience
for our students.

Thank you, Professor.

I suggest you head to
Danny Neal's later

for a well-deserved
pint of heavy.

I know I shall in due course.

James!

Whirly.

It'll be easier next time.

I doubt it.

Whirly.

What's going on here?

Your first victorious campaign,
Miss Tyson.

Follow me.

You deserve it, Whirly.

So let's hear no more
about the damned ladies' facilities.

Why can't you be more like James?

Take something in life
seriously for once.

A high-pitched screaming female -
I think Gunnell had a point.

I honestly don't know why
I put up with him.

Don't you recognise the signs?

Tosh!

There is only one chap
deserves the credit

for changing the Principal's mind.

Mm-hm.

I shouldn't have
raised my voice in your class.

And what of your uncouth language?

Your accusations of misogyny?

Veritas, sir, you are a misogynist.

How you've pulled all this off,
I'll never know.

But you have made an enemy of me.

Don't count on qualifying as a vet
from this college.

It'll be over my dead body.

If needs must.

Darling man!

How delicious to see you.

Gin and tonic?

Half ten... um,
it's a little early for me.

Oh, I never notice the time.

The days just stretch forever
for a lonely widow.

Perhaps the time has come
to take a lover?

Are... are you... are you going
to keep them?

All of them?

Of course not!
There's only one Cleo, darling.

Do you have a special request?

You know you're rapidly
becoming my favourite.

I'd be very grateful.

Although Cleo's going to hate me even
more if I take one of her puppies?

He hasn't been off her teat
since the day he was born.

I call him Gnasher.

Gnasher.

OK. We're going to be pals.

Good friends.

Morning, Mr Herriot.

Morning, Mr Halliday.

You're looking well,
have you bought a new horse?

No, I've had to move with the times.

Used that college money to
learn myself up as a driver.

Got a job driving this.

I also traded in that
new harness of yours.

Still two pounds down, mind.

Hello, Robbie.

I've got something for you, Robbie.

What's the meaning of this?

Can we keep it?

We can't afford
another mouth to feed.

Professor Richie said they can
thrive on some simple porridge.

And another thing...
they eat mice, never mind rats.

And I hear the rat catchers
are paying a penny a tail.

Please, Father.

He is a fine one.

Thanks, Mister. Thanks a lot!

Well, I'll be off then.

Mr Herriot.

A dairy herd.

30 beasts.

If there's a problem,
there could be money in it for us.

James Herriot,
you have said the magic word.

I think blue would suit you, James.

Bring out the colour of your eyes.

I suppose you're enjoying
having a laugh at my expense?

Miss Tyson! You're running amok.

Apologise to Professor Gunnell
immediately.

I've had a girlfriend.

That doesn't surprise me at all,
James.

This so-called cure, Mr Murdoch -
it's got arsenic in it.

There's no poison here!
You're a danger to those animals!

Are you mad, man?

I can't kill live, healthy animals!

Mr Murdoch! Don't do it!

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