♪ ♪ MRS.

HALL: It's lovely having you both here.

I only wish it were permanent.

JIMMY: It's Mum.

She said you're a shellfish.

♪ ♪ JAMES: If you want a vet, you get a vet.

SIEGFRIED: My brother the war hero.

Why wouldn't he tell us?

TRISTAN: I lost my flock, too.

It feels like your heart died with them.

(sobbing) TRISTAN: I would very much like you to meet my family.

But don't say I didn't warn you.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MAN (on radio): ♪ There's a boy coming home on leave ♪ ♪ And his heart will be on his sleeve ♪ ♪ They'll have a grand celebration ♪ ♪ When he comes home on leave ♪ That is poor timing.

I quite like that one.

(radio tuning) Let's see.

(radio tuning) (big band playing) (sighs) Shall I come to the port to wave you off?

Gosh, Tris.

Awfully soon, your leave will be over and our relationship will be almost entirely epistolary.

Long pauses really will not work in letters.

Hm.

(chuckles) "Dearest Charlotte... Sincerely, Tristan."

(laughs) (radio continues) "Dearest Charlotte..." I approve.

"I apologize for the lack of words "in my previous correspondence.

"I would prefer to focus on the here and now.

"Warmly... (chuckles) Tris."

"Dearest Tristan, I note the opinion expressed, "and would kindly request that you pass the jam tarts.

(chuckles) Ravenously, Charlotte."

♪ ♪ (exhales) Here you go.

♪ ♪ (engine revving) (sheep bleating) Surviving without the girls?

Surviving?

I'm flourishing.

You spoken to them?

No.

Oh.

But you did manage to get some help in?

A new farmhand?

Certainly did.

I'm glad you've called up, there's, uh, summat not right with one of my third calvers.

Oh, what's the problem?

I don't bloody know.

You're the vet, aren't you?

Excellent point.

I'll get my bag.

Aye.

(cow exhales) The buzz on the artery's strong.

There's nothing to suggest there's anything wrong.

Well, that's a mystery, then.

She's not been herself.

Yeah, she has gone in her slacks.

I'd say she'll calve in the next day or so.

Right.

How about you come over tomorrow to check up on her, just to be on the safe side?

How about you ring me if I'm needed instead?

I'm a little busy at the moment.

What with my calls and looking after Jimmy, there isn't a great deal of time left.

Yeah, I, uh, won't be able to ring.

Why?

I've disconnected it.

What?

Telephone.

It's a, it's a bloody nuisance.

I haven't got time for all that carry-on.

What carry-on?

Turns out my number's just one different from the railway station.

Is that a problem?

It is if you've got folk ringing all bloody day, asking for the times of the next train.

You said the girls hadn't spoken to you, Richard.

They haven't.

I think I've just worked out why!

(grumbles) No, no, and thrice no.

Mr.

Farnon, Elijah Wentworth very rarely requests your services.

Another time, Mrs.

Hall.

Tristan's still out with the Rover, and I've had a rather busy day.

Mm, I saw you playing patience in the office earlier.

I'm allowed a moment to gather my thoughts!

You are, indeed.

And besides, handling a Shire horse is definitely a two-man job.

(door opens) Oh, I'm sure.

(door closes) But I've a notion you ferreting round for a reason to avoid this may be driven by something else.

What's that, then?

Elijah Wentworth.

The man's a social menace.

He's not much of a talker is all.

Oh, a Yorkshire Dales farmer lacks patter.

I can scarcely believe it.

His entire vocabulary consists of three expressions: "aye," "ah," and "oh."

Oh.

Aye.

Which wouldn't be a problem, if he left you to do your work, but he follows you around everywhere.

TRISTAN: Have you ever considered the possibility that his limited output might not be because he doesn't like talking, and just because he doesn't like talking to you?

How dare you.

Does he have any interests?

He's well-known for his home brew.

Well, there you go-- I'd lead with that.

No, no, don't sit down-- you can come with me.

Five bob says you get nothing more than "aye," "ah," or "oh."

Uh, you can't bet five bob on summat like that.

You're right.

Ten.

Uh... (giggles) That's nice, Aunty Audrey.

(door opens) Cheeky monkey!

(giggles) ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ TRISTAN: This is going to be the easiest ten bob I've ever made.

SIEGFRIED: You think so?

♪ ♪ (gate closes) Absolute pleasure to meet you, Mr.

Wentworth.

Heard a lot about you.

Oh.

Did you say your, your Shire was called Weissmuller?

Aye.

Ah.

I assume he's named after the actor, Johnny Weissmuller, who plays Tarzan?

(gives Tarzan call) (laughs) That was me playing Tarzan.

Oh.

TRISTAN: A little bird tells me that your home brew is something rather special.

WENTWORTH: Oh.

I've been thinking of getting into it myself.

Ah.

Would you recommend it?

Aye.

(horses neighing) (goat bleating) SIEGFRIED: Oh, yes, I can see he's not a happy fellow.

TRISTAN: Hm.

Him and me both.

Near hind.

Pointing his toe.

(nickering) Right, let's take a look at you.

(snuffles) Mm.

(snorts) Yes, it's hot.

Almost certainly an abscess.

Oh.

Not to worry.

We'll soon have Weissmuller pulling that cart again.

Let's find where it is.

(snorting softly) (tapping) (snorting) Got it.

Mm, it's there.

(snorting) (tool sharpening) (snorting loudly) (tool sharpening) (Weissmuller snorting) Tristan, go to his head.

(audio distorts, echoes) (Weissmuller neighs) (distortion continues) (Weissmuller snorts) ♪ ♪ (snuffling) SIEGFRIED: Tristan.

(distortion continues) The head, man.

(Weissmuller neighing loudly) Tristan.

(snorting, neighing) What are you doing?

(Weissmuller neighing) (distortion continues) What the hell are you doing, man?

(Weissmuller neighing shrilly) ♪ ♪ Tristan?

(engine starting) (tires squealing) Tristan!

(engine revving) (normal audio resumes) Looks a fine cake that, Auntie Audrey.

Flattery may get you closer to my heart, but it won't get you closer to a slice.

(groans) Mm-hmm.

(Mrs.

Hall chuckling) Tom?

Didn't know you were back home.

Uh, um... Oh, it's been a little while now, hasn't it?

How are you?

Sorry, I... I have to get on.

We're fine for a few minutes, aren't we?

Sorry.

Tom.

I'm sorry, Audrey, he... Getting used to being home.

I know.

Oh!

Who's this for?

For Maggie.

I heard about Arthur.

It's terrible news.

It is.

Excuse me.

Yeah.

Come on, you.

♪ ♪ (Maggie talking softly) ♪ ♪ (softly): Let's not disturb them right now.

You can see Albert another time.

Come on.

Aren't you going to talk to her today?

The cake will say everything I want to say.

I've never had a cake talk to me.

Daresay you've never given it the chance.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ (sheep bleating) (grunting) (sighs, grunts) ALDERSON: Now, then, Butch.

Is that Butch Fielding?

ALDERSON: Aye.

JAMES: What's he doing here?

ALDERSON: He's my new farmhand.

JAMES You can't be serious.

ALDERSON: Why not?

I thought you were looking for someone to help you with the physical stuff.

And?

Did you not think of getting someone younger?

Than you, for instance?

That would've been grand.

But it were only him that were interested.

If your telephone was working, there could've been others.

Well, experience is invaluable, and he's got a lot of it.

As a farrier.

Wouldn't it be better for someone else to do the really hard work?

Oh, that's very kind of you, James.

There are a few things you can do while you're here.

I know what I'll be getting started with.

Connecting your telephone back up.

♪ ♪ (dog barks softly) Scruff, get out of it.

(sniffing) Go on.

There we go!

(phone bell rings) (dial turns) (line clicks) OPERATOR (on phone): Number, please.

Lambeth 3497, please.

OPERATOR: Sorry, sir, the line's engaged.

Well, you can't expect folk to be in all the time.

(receiver replaced) I know Helen and Jenny have been awfully busy.

You could try again later-- I certainly will be.

(phone ringing) Well, there we go.

All those miles between us and them, and they're about to fall away-- go on.

(phone continues) Darrowby 7632, how do?

WOMAN (on phone): Oh, hello, can you tell me when the train stops at Heston?

Two an hour-- 20 past and 20 to.

Good day.

WOMAN: Thank you.

(receiver replaced) ♪ ♪ I'm sure I'll be fine to drop in.

Mm-- tomorrow.

Tomorrow.

Like I said.

(table sliding) Aye.

Aye.

(car approaching) (brake engages, engine stops) ♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: This'll do, Sid.

(horse snorts) Well, um... (sighs) Thank you very much, Mr.

Wentworth.

It was good to, uh... Aye.

(Sid clicking tongue) And I thought the Rover was traveling in style.

The Rover wasn't available.

Do I sense a little tension?

You'll sense even more in a minute.

(door closes) (sighing): Oh, God.

What in the name of Jupiter was that all about?

I'm sorry.

I still have a lot of work to attend to, so... I felt a little peculiar.

Well, you, you looked it.

As did I!

I had to get out of there.

And leave me behind?

I said I'm sorry.

Are you sickening for something?

I don't know.

Was it the Shire?

Its size?

I need to lie down.

You've spent half your life around horses.

You're nearly as good with them as me.

I am better than you.

This is not the moment for you to win that argument.

♪ ♪ (music playing on radio) (sighs) MAN (on radio): We interrupt this program to inform our listeners that the prime minister will address the nation in a few minutes, at 12:00 midnight.

(music resumes) Jimmy!

Jimmy, you need to get up.

Get your slippers on.

(shouting): Wake up!

Get up!

(knocking) Tris!

Siegfried!

MRS.

HALL: What, are we on fire?

JAMES: Mrs.

H!

(door opens) SIEGFRIED: Are you drunk?

Not yet.

JAMES: Come on-- everyone, downstairs!

Is Jimmy all right?

SIEGFRIED: Is Jimmy all right?

I'm a bit tired.

JAMES: Tristan!

TRISTAN: What?

JAMES: Come on, it's important!

SIEGFRIED (moans): All right.

(radio starts) (static hissing) MAN (on radio): This is London.

The prime minister, the Right Honorable C.R.

Attlee.

ATTLEE: Japan has today surrendered.

♪ ♪ The last of our enemies is laid low.

At this time, we should pay tribute to the men from this country, from the dominions, from India and the colonies, to our fleets, armies, and air forces that have fought so well in the arduous campaign against Japan.

Peace has once again come to the world.

Let us thank God for His great deliverance and His mercies.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (knocking softly) TRISTAN: No.

Thank you.

Can't quarrel with that.

Yeah.

Shame, though-- it's a very fine year.

And suddenly, it's a very fine night.

(scoffs softly) How's the peculiarity?

Remaining.

Mm.

Happened to me once, too, you know.

Awesome creatures, Shires, aren't they?

Less like a horse, more like some figure of myth.

Typhon, the monstrous giant who fought Zeus and was always accompanied by a terrible storm.

Did things feel a little stormy?

Still do.

Mm.

Yes, well, tomorrow may be a bank holiday, but, um... No one's told the animals.

Exactly.

(chuckles) So I'd be most grateful if you'd face your fears and give it another go.

What?

Weissmuller.

I'd rather not.

Sorry?

(hinges creak) (people exclaiming outside) (glass set down) (dishes clinking) I'm prepared to believe that while I am stolid, steadfast, unbending... MRS.

HALL: All running through you like Scarborough in a stick of rock.

SIEGFRIED: Mm.

My brother can be a little unpredictable.

But this evening was his most unpredictable of the lot.

Was it?

Really?

He hasn't been himself since he got home, has he?

He has not.

I saw Tom Chapman earlier.

Mm?

He's home.

But he's not the Tom I remember.

Who knows what these lads have seen?

Do you think the fear of going through it again is lying heavy on Tristan?

It would make sense, wouldn't it?

It would.

And maybe the result of that is that his senses, his responses, are turned up a bit.

Whether it's to Shire horses or surprises on the wireless.

Wonderful surprises.

Well, he still don't know if he's going away now or not.

But surely there should be some joy.

Well, if you open the door to the oven, the cake don't rise, it sinks.

SIEGFRIED: Sorry, what are you actually doing?

MRS.

HALL: Seeing if I can gather enough of the essentials for us to have a little party tomorrow.

For Skeldale?

And other folk.

Just on the green.

Wouldn't that be nice, to gather folk together again?

Not to be strong or brave, but, but to laugh and celebrate, and do the kind of things we used to do.

Indeed it would, Mrs.

Hall.

Indeed it would.

♪ ♪ If the war is really over, will things be different now?

Well, when you're here in the Dales, it might not look like it.

The Dales is the Dales, isn't it?

Mm-hmm.

But I can promise you, they will.

Do you think there's more chance of me getting a pair of boots?

Boots?

Proper boots.

Like you and Granddad wear.

Oh, I don't know about that.

(groans) But I'd say it's possible.

I'd say a lot of things are going to be that bit more possible now.

It's going to take a lot of hard work, though.

Mm-hmm.

A lot of building to be done.

And even more rebuilding.

Then everyone's going to need boots.

They are!

(laughing): They are.

Dad, look!

(fireworks whistling) (bursting) Oh, wow!

(people cheering) Wow.

(laughs) (fireworks and cheering continue) Ah, look at the colors.

(fireworks bursting) Do you think Rosie stayed up to watch these fireworks?

Yeah.

I hope so.

Ooh, wow.

Pow!

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ Good morning, Miss Beauvoir.

Morning, Ernest.

WOMAN: Wonderful news!

It is indeed, yes.

(knock at door) Ooh!

(door opens) Oh!

Hello there, Charlotte.

Come on in.

SIEGFRIED: Hello!

(door closes) Well, I'd say, "Good morning," but isn't it a perfectly wonderful one?

It really is.

I'm afraid there's no sign of Tris yet.

Oh, don't worry.

If my brother doesn't emerge soon, I'll give him some encouragement.

(Charlotte chuckles) Do sit down.

Oh, it's fine.

I happen to know that his plans are quite the same as all the rest of us: canceled.

(all chuckle) If only that were true.

Let's get you ready, wee Jimmy.

Will you tell me another Butch Fielding story on the way?

Many as you like.

Butch Fielding, there's a name from the past.

And the present-- he's Richard's new farmhand.

No!

(laughing) Legend has it Butch Fielding can talk horse, you know.

First cake, now horses!

(door opens) GRACE: Hello?

MRS.

HALL: Oh, thanks for coming.

(door closes) Need all the help I can get with this party.

Did you say party?

Folk are having them all over the village.

Then everyone's going up the hill later to light a beacon, if the weather holds.

I can't stay, I'm afraid, Audrey.

Me dad's hurt his leg and I promised I'd give him a hand.

I just wanted to drop these scones off.

Thanks, love.

Very pleased to hear young Tom is home.

Oh, I haven't seen him around.

You wouldn't-- hasn't been around.

He was discharged three weeks ago and... He's finding things difficult.

Ah, of course.

And now he's left doing some bits at the bike shop, and he don't say so much, but his world as it is ain't his world as it was.

Hm.

Come on, Herriot and Son have a job to do.

(quietly): I'm sorry, Audrey.

Oh, that's all right.

Don't give it another thought.

(door opens) Thank you.

Get on to the Drovers.

As long as there's enough beer... Was the first call I made.

(door closes) Hm.

Oh, I'll be happy to lend a hand, Mrs.

Hall.

As Tristan's not up yet, I'll have some time.

And if he can't help me with Weissmuller, he can certainly help you.

Well, then, I've a team.

(Mrs.

Hall and Charlotte chuckling) Cut that for me.

Absolutely.

Right, what's she made?

For reasons known only to herself, Miss Beauvoir is downstairs for you.

(knocking) Come along, man.

That's quite enough-- let's be having you.

♪ ♪ MRS.

HALL: There we go, just on the left here.

WOMAN: Cooee!

I've got the bunting!

I'll go.

MRS.

HALL: Thanks, love.

Mrs.

Hall?

Maggie.

How are you?

Just the two of you?

(chuckling): So far, but we live in hope.

Do you think you'll find it within you to come to the party later?

Well, that's why I'm here.

I'm back at work, trying to keep busy.

And I know you made a request, but there is a bit of a problem.

There's been no delivery from the brewery.

We're out of beer.

Oh, dear.

Well, we're going to need a bigger buffet.

I think the opening of the oven door has had a profound effect on the sponge.

Tris?

Not in his room-- not sure he's even slept in it.

Um, nobody's seen him in the square.

Well, where is he, then?

I wish I knew.

I might.

I was in the church earlier, to light a candle for Arthur.

Tris came in as I was leaving.

In the church?

Yeah.

Thank you, Maggie.

Go see if he's still there.

No Tris?

Oh, uh, sends his apologies.

Called away on urgent business, hopes to join you later.

I see.

Would you mind awfully coming with me?

Why?

I may not be clear on the detail of what's going on with my brother, but I have long since come to the conclusion that, irrespective of the question, the answer is always you.

Come on.

♪ ♪ ALDERSON: What did I tell you?

She's worse.

She's probably ready to calve.

And don't you worry-- you haven't just got Sherlock Holmes to investigate today.

You've got Watson, too!

Watson, ready for duty!

(chuckling) Get your wellies on, Watson.

Come on!

Granddad's happy to see us, eh?

Hm.

(chuckles) (water sloshing) The key is to be calm and in control.

All the cow needs to be assured of is that the vet knows exactly what he's doing.

All right.

There we go.

All right, girl.

I... (stammering) I don't... What?

She doesn't appear to be pregnant.

Well, that's not possible.

Well, I can state categorically from the position I'm in that it is.

Does this happen often?

No!

No!

Oh.

♪ ♪ (door opens) (softly): Tristan.

Do you mind if I... Yes, I... (sighs) (voice trembling): Why can't people just leave me alone?

Well, for one very good reason, Tris.

They care.

It's clear to me that there are things you need to talk about.

Well, there's someone here you can talk to.

Your brother.

(sniffles) I can remember sitting alongside you at St.

Michael's, when you must have been... (door opens) What, five?

Six?

(door closes) And I realized to my horror that you'd actually brought a pea shooter to church.

(chuckles) Siegfried.

I tried to wrestle it out of your hand, but you had a freakishly firm grip.

I'm really not in the mood.

In the end, all I could think of to say was, "Anyone but the vicar."

(laughs) ♪ ♪ (voice breaking): Please, just go.

Not till I'm sure you're stable.

(scoffs) (inhales deeply) Well, you're going to be waiting a long time.

♪ ♪ I didn't just think she was pregnant, she was most definitely pregnant!

It's a miracle!

It's not a miracle, she's just had her calf.

You didn't notice anything first thing?

JIMMY: Granddad?

All right, gate were open.

They chewed through the string!

A couple of them got out, but this one was definitely in there.

Right, so we have a few hours to find a newborn and it could be anywhere on the whole farm.

It's in danger on its own.

Yeah, I know.

It's gonna be like finding a needle in a haystack.

What can I do, Dad?

You help your granddad.

Where are you going?

For reinforcements!

Wilco.

Wait for me, Granddad!

Hurry up!

(sniffles) (softly): Why did you get the MC, Tristan?

(inhales) We were, um... We were moving camp... Mm-hmm.

...when we came under fire.

I was with Billy.

Billy?

Yeah, I was always with Billy.

We'd been inseparable since training.

I like him already.

(crying): Oh, God.

What?

Tristan.

Suddenly, there was this noise.

(stammers) (breathes) And he just goes up, seems like he'd been hit.

He was in a bad way.

I didn't fully grasp what had happened, so I went to help him, and he screams at me.

(breathes, sniffles) He screams not to move an inch.

It was mined.

Yeah.

The whole field.

Someone moved over there, there was another bang.

Someone here, another.

And the horses pulling our equipment just, just went berserk.

♪ ♪ You weren't afraid of Weissmuller, were you?

What you couldn't bear was his fear.

♪ ♪ Oh, I'm awfully sorry, Maud, it's closed.

Closed?

Oh, why?

Spring cleaning.

It's summer!

Then I think we can agree it's long overdue.

Well... (both exhale) There was no medic, so, I did what I could to help them, but I couldn't move anywhere without checking the ground.

There was a mine right next to me.

If Billy hadn't screamed, then... (sniffles) (stifling tears) (inhales) I got a medal because I managed to save a few chaps.

(inhales) (crying): But Billy wasn't one of them.

He saved me, but I couldn't save him.

(breath trembling) The cross should be his, not mine.

♪ ♪ (crying): I've tried to put it out of my head.

But then you see something, or you hear something, and... No one wants it to be over more than me.

(gasps) But if all it takes is some scared horse to wrench me back, then maybe it never will be.

In here!

(hits torso) (sobbing) (sobbing) (shushing) (sobbing) ♪ ♪ Come on!

(feed rattling) (goats bleating) Tom!

If it's Mr.

Mellor you want... It isn't-- it's you.

I spoke to your mum earlier.

Please, don't offer to help, Mr.

Herriot.

I'm not going to.

I'm here to ask for some.

And it's urgent.

(birds chirping) (door opens) SIEGFRIED: Oh, you're still here.

Your concern is much appreciated.

You need to get back to your party.

You're sure?

We're all right here, I think.

See you in a bit.

(man greeting) Audrey!

Am I too late?

Dad's fine.

I got away as soon as I could.

(laughing): Oh, don't you worry about that at all, Grace.

Perhaps today weren't the day for a party, after all.

CHARLOTTE: Mrs.

Hall!

Well, I never!

(both laughing) (birds chirping) You hear that?

It's a wren.

Such a big song for such a little bird.

Why don't you go join Mrs.

H, Siegfried?

Oh, I rather think I have to go back to Elijah Wentworth's first.

Can't leave Weissmuller in pain, can I?

Well, I don't think you'll have any more success.

Sorry?

With Weissmuller.

It's association, isn't it?

Weissmuller's in pain because of his abscess.

And as you're yet to remove it, he associates you with the pain getting worse.

What you need is something he associates with things getting better.

What about someone?

Wait.

We both know it's a two-man job.

♪ ♪ MRS.

HALL: Charlotte?

How did you possibly do all this on your own?

Oh, I didn't.

Wasn't much use for me at the Drovers with no beer.

I didn't expect you to do anything, Maggie.

Oh, it... It was a piece of cake.

♪ ♪ (talking in background) ♪ ♪ (calling): Anything?

JIMMY: Can't find the calf anywhere, Dad!

ALDERSON: And without feeding, it won't last much longer.

Well, I've got someone to help, look!

ALDERSON: Now, then, Tommy lad!

TOM: How do, Richard?

ALDERSON: Fair do, son.

Didn't know you were back.

Aye, well... SIEGFRIED: Richard?

How many have you invited?

Nothing to do with me.

SIEGFRIED: No time for conversation, I'm afraid.

We're on our way back to Elijah Wentworth's.

Then what are you doing here?

We're in need of a farrier.

SIEGFRIED: Butch?

There's a Shire horse waiting for you, if you're free.

Oh, right?

So it's one in, one out, then, is it?

Eh, go on.

Thank you, Richard.

TOM: You say the calf could be anywhere?

ALDERSON: Aye, we've looked over every field up here.

Mm, we'd better hurry, then.

Aye.

Granddad?

Yes, son.

If I were missing, I know who'd find me.

Who's that?

Mum.

Why don't we let the cow do the looking?

♪ ♪ Ah!

Come on!

(softly): My God-- good lad!

ALDERSON: Good lad!

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Mr.

Wentworth!

(chickens clucking, goats bleating) TRISTAN: Elijah, I think you know Butch Fielding, the farrier.

And Weissmuller knows him, too.

Aye.

Well, he's here to take away his fear.

Oh.

Why don't you wait outside?

I highly doubt Zeus overcame Typhon by jumping in someone else's car and driving off.

(chuckling) No, I think he socked him with a few thunderbolts, actually.

Hm.

Well, if only I had some of them handy.

We all have our own thunderbolts.

You think?

I know you do.

Well, then.

(Weissmuller snorts) Now, then, boy-- easy, lad.

Easy, boy.

Good boy.

(Weissmuller blows out) Good boy-- come on, this one.

Good boy, good boy, good boy.

Come on, lad, this one.

This one-- oh, boy, come on.

Come on.

(tool clatters) (snorts) (tool scraping) ♪ ♪ (Weissmuller snorts) All right.

Nearly there.

(Weissmuller exhales) Shh, shh, shh, shh.

♪ ♪ (Weissmuller snorts) (sighs) Shh.

(whispering): Okay, all is soon to be well.

(sniffles) All is soon to be well.

(tool taps) (Tristan breathes deeply) We're in this together, okay?

I've got you.

(sniffles) (Siegfried grunting softly) (exhales): That's it.

(tool taps) There we are.

That's it.

(sniffles) Ah.

(sniffles) Well done.

(sniffles) ALDERSON: Good girl.

Come on!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JAMES: Come on, Jimmy!

Come on, lad!

♪ ♪ (chuckling) ♪ ♪ JIMMY: She's found her, Granddad.

Well, I've seen it all now.

Yeah, it seems she's come all the way out here to hide the calf deliberately.

And why would she do a thing like that?

Do you know what I think?

She's had two before this one.

I think they were maybe taken a bit too early.

You're not saying... TOM: Happen this calf she very much wanted to hold onto.

ALDERSON: Thank the Lord for Herriot and Son.

(James chuckles) Particularly the son.

(chuckling): Hey!

And you, Tommy lad, thanks very much for your help.

Well, if you, if you ever need any help again... Okay, well, I'll, I'll have a think about your offer.

I've thought about your offer.

When can you start?

Now.

Good lad.

Good lad!

Well done, son!

My goodness, me.

♪ ♪ (moos) ♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Mr.

Wentworth!

Weissmuller's pain-free and fit as a fiddle!

Ah!

Is that for us?

Aye.

Mm.

SIEGFRIED: Just out of interest, um, how much of that stuff do you happen to have?

(chortling) I was going to wait until your mum was back, but I'm certain she'd say the moment's now.

Ooh, what's this?

(gasps): Boots!

(chuckling) Thank you, Dad!

Hey, you're welcome!

You've earned them!

Why don't you give that telephone one more try?

I mean, if there's no improvement, I could always get you a timetable to keep next to it.

Aye, all right.

(engine starts) Good lad.

♪ ♪ (talking in background) ♪ ♪ Mrs.

Hall, you're a marvel.

Well, it's not my work.

This is Maggie and Charlotte did this.

Still one thing missing, though.

Please don't remind everyone!

Sorry, too late.

(calling): Ladies and gentlemen!

(conversations stop) Apologies for the delay, but with sincere thanks to Mr.

Wentworth here, we are now in possession of an entire cartload of his famous home brew!

(guests cheer and applaud) Come and get it!

(cheering and applauding) There we are!

Cheers!

Come on, let's be having you!

MAN: Very generous of you, Mr.

Wentworth!

SIEGFRIED: Coming down.

I'm sorry I haven't seen you today.

Truth is, I haven't really been myself for a while now.

Who has?

Have the last few months simply been a distraction for you?

A way not to think about what comes next?

Uh... Because they jolly well have for me!

That's not to say that they haven't meant anything.

I'm not sure they could have meant more.

(chuckles) I think I actually found the letter-writing easier.

(chuckles) Well, then?

(chuckles) "Dearest Charlotte, "My concern is that I "shall never quite be the same chap I was "again.

As sincerely as it's possible to be, Tristan."

♪ ♪ "Dearest Tristan, "That's quite all right, I like you now.

Always, Charlotte."

(people talking in background) You see?

What?

You didn't need me.

I'll always need you, Mrs.

Hall.

(utensil tapping glass) Oh, a speech, is it?

Who the hell wants to speak?

Good Lord.

Aye.

They can declare the peace, and we can all be mighty thankful.

We can celebrate, and we should.

Doesn't mean to say things are gonna be just as they were, does it?

MAN: Hear!

Hear!

MAN 2: Aye.

WENTWORTH: We have kept, all of us, the fires burning round here, haven't we?

(guests murmuring agreement) And whatever shall be, that has to be the thing on which we all agree: keep the fires burning, always.

Aye!

MRS.

HALL: Well said.

WOMAN: Hear!

Hear!

MAN: Well said, sir.

MAN 2: Very good.

(guests applauding) (both chuckling) Mr.

Wentworth, consider me awed.

Huh?

You managed to find the words the rest of us merely felt.

(chuckling): Oh!

Forget Weissmuller, I think you're something of a dark horse yourself.

(chuckling): Aye!

(chuckles) (people talking in background, brass warming up) (people talking in background) (woman laughing) (brass tuning) Hello.

Ooh!

Someone got new boots!

JIMMY: They're vet's boots!

JAMES: And you've more than earned them.

Do you want to be a vet one day, Jimmy?

I am a vet!

(laughing): Sorry!

That told you!

SIEGFRIED: Tristan?

(people talking in background) You're the one with all the thunderbolts today.

(brass begins "I Vow to Thee, My Country") (brass continues) (fire crackling) (brass continues) (music continues) What is a typical Forsyte?

♪ ♪ Brace yourself.

(laughs) You're about to discover.

♪ ♪ Something rather exciting.

(cheering) What more does one need?

♪ ♪ JUNE: How splendid.

♪ ♪ (grunts) ♪ ♪ SOAMES: And it will be all that you've dreamed of and more.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ What's all this?

It's for the Darrowby Nativity play.

JAMES: Right.

There's still a bit of work to do.

MRS.

HALL: This is our first Christmas back together in a long while.

MRS.

HALL: The prize is a turkey.

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