♪ ♪ She's a lovely pedigree specimen.

Would you buy her?

I would.

♪ ♪ I was hoping I could ask you to vouch for him, if the deal goes ahead.

You saying the beast is lame?

Yes.

The sale's off; you've made my dad out to be a liar.

HELEN: What were you thinking?

I love you, Helen.

JAMES: All I have done is try to make fair and just decisions.

SIEGFRIED: Well, James, I think we can safely say you're one of us now.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (Clive grunts) ♪ ♪ (indistinct background chatter) Oh!

(kitten mews) Her mother rejected it, and I need someone to look after her.

So long as your dad doesn't mind another mouth to feed?

It'll nowt be a cat that pushes us over the edge.

Come in, James.

Blast!

Do you need a hand, Dad?

No, I'll manage.

She'll need feeding every four hours.

And you have to keep her warm.

You have to do as James tells you.

I promise.

Thank you.

Thought you could use with cheering up this morning.

We'll barely get anything for Clive.

I only wish I could've done more.

I couldn't live with myself if the sale went ahead.

Our name would have been muck 'round these parts.

It may not seem like it now, but you've done us a favor.

HUGH: Helen, I'm sorry I'm late, your dad said they'd already taken Clive away.

Look what James brought me!

Oh, look at that, so tiny.

Isn't it gorgeous?

She.

I'm going to call her Poppy.

That's very good of you, Herriot.

Did you buy me anything?

Oh, um, you know, I...

I don't think I did.

All I've got is this bar of chocolate there's no way you'll want that.

Thank you!

HUGH: Cook over-ordered again.

Don't want it going to waste.

She's making a habit of that.

I should be going.

JENNY: Thank you!

Let's get that kitten inside-- bye, James!

HUGH: I'll follow you in.

HELEN: Okay.

James.

I, uh...

I wanted to apologize.

I never should have put you in that position over Clive.

It was stupid of me.

I understand why you felt you had to do it.

I'm just relieved something good came out of it.

What's that?

Well...

I had to be honest, about a great many things.

I can't help feel it's brought Helen and I even closer together.

See you again, I'm sure.

♪ ♪ (townsfolk chattering, laughing) (doorbell rings) (dog barking) (sneezes) (groans) Tristan!

Take your medicine.

I have no need of your witch's brew, I am in the rudest of health... (sneezes) Morning... Oh, thank you, Joan.

Come on, then.

(Siegfried sneezes) (Siegfried groans) (Siegfried groaning) Hmm, Glasgow.

SIEGFRIED: Tristan!

Has he finished that exam paper yet?

For goodness sake-- you should be in bed.

I'm fine.

I just got up too quickly-- a little light-headed, that's all.

Let go of that armchair then.

I don't want to.

You can't.

That's preposterous.

See?

Bed.

Now.

Out of the question.

I have surgery today, James has a full list.

No, I-I shall just have to soldier on.

You're a grown man, I shall say this only once more.

You need to take your medicine and rest!

Which I will do once I've completed everything else that needs to be done.

There's only one of me, Mrs. Hall.

Thank the Lord.

Tell Tristan I will be testing him later!

(radio playing) What have I done?

Nothing, I suspect-- you've had the whole summer to revise.

Time's come to show us what's in that head of your... You've not started.

(Tristan sighs) Your brother's gonna want to see that done by the end of the day.

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

What about?

What he's going to do to me when I mess it up again.

Well, that's not the attitude.

Well, it comes with experience.

Failure is like a deep hole-- when you're stuck in it, it's very hard to climb back out again.

So why bother trying?

Hm!

Come on, Tris, you're better than that.

(Jess growling) Jess!

Get away, leave it!

Get out, away!

Hello, what have we here!

It must be James's birthday!

Oh, it's his first one away from home.

Today?

I've got his details somewhere.

(gasps) Tomorrow.

We should bake him a cake.

Yeah.

And get him a present.

Yes!

A shindig!

Tristan.

Just close friends.

Your exams!?

Don't worry, I'm on top of it.

(door opens) Quick cuppa?

I'm not really here, I'm just picking something up.

Did you stop in to comfort Helen?

Hugh's managing that quite well by himself.

You know, so long as he's around, you don't stand a chance.

Thank you for stating the blindingly obvious.

What you need is something to take your mind off it.

What I need... is a pair of hoof clippers.

TRISTAN: A date.

Tomorrow evening.

You're not really my type.

(chuckles) Couple of nurses.

(closes door) Nurses?

Connie and Brenda.

Lovely girls.

Bright, witty, wonderful bedside manner.

In your dreams.

You don't know the half of it.

Come on, time to look to pastures new, hm?

Why the hell not?

Outstanding.

Leave all the arrangements to me.

James... Is there any chance you might be able to run surgery today?

Sorry, I've got to get to the Rudds' and then across to Dinsdale's to trim some hooves.

What's wrong with Siegfried anyway?

SIEGFRIED: Absolutely nothing.

Run along, Herriot.

You're determined to go through with this?

Mrs. Hall, you have to understand I have a constitution far more robust than most.

Unlock the door.

We are open for business.

♪ ♪ Sorry to drag you up.

I know it's busy for you this time of year.

JAMES: No problem, Dick.

Morning, Edith.

EDITH: Morning.

JAMES: Morning, wee'uns.

KIDS: Morning, James.

Go with your sister.

(cow grunts) Good girl, Strawberry.

How long has she been like this?

Wheezing come on this morning.

She'd been tipplin' out the milk though, ain't she, dad?

Aye, more than any others.

Has she been gulping when she eats, like she's struggling to swallow?

(Strawberry moos) Now you mention it... (cow wheezes) Should we be worried?

I'm not sure yet.

You checked her over when we bought her, Mr. Herriot.

You said she were a good buy.

Leave him be, Edie.

I did-- she was.

She was?

JAMES: Good girl.

Good girl, I'm just going to have a feel of your throat.

I'm worried there might be something obstructing her throat.

I could be wrong but... Well, what is it?

I think she might have an abscess in her respiratory tract.

(chuckling) An abscess?

Is that all?

You had me worried.

Right now, it's small.

The thing is, if it grows...

I'm concerned she may not be able to breathe.

I'll give her a shot of Prontosil.

Hopefully, that'll get rid of it.

And if it don't?

It will continue to grow.

Breathing will become increasingly difficult.

Well, there's no need to mince your words, all right?

We wanna know how bad this could get.

If the abscess grows large enough it will block the windpipe and eventually it'll choke her.

She'll die?

I'm afraid so.

(door closes) (sighs) If you channel half the enthusiasm you have for women into your work, you'd sail through those exams.

Rather good, though.

Don't you think?

♪ ♪ (cat meowing, various animals fussing) Goodness me.

We're popular today.

Don't seem that way from where I've been sitting.

Not seen hide nor hair of Mr. Farnon for over an hour.

(cat meows) (Siegfried sneezes) Turn that bloody light off!

Mrs. Hall, I think I'm dying.

Take her inside, Albert.

I'll be back up tomorrow.

With luck it will have started to go down.

Now I'll give you this salve-- rub it in with hot water behind the angle of the jaw as often as possible.

It might help just break it up.

Thanks, Jim.

Cold day like this, you need somewhat to keep you warm.

Thank you.

Our dad told us not to worry.

Didn't he?

KIDS: Yeah.

He said Jim Herriot will have it sorted.

I'll do everything I can.

Get back to your chores then, eh?

KIDS: Yeah.

Bye...

KIDS: Bye, James.

JAMES: Bye.

You spend your life giving out medicine, it's time for you to take some.

(Jess barking) Hm... (groans) Now... to bed.

I'll just take five minutes.

I think you'll be longer than that.

(bird cooing) I admire your faith in me, it's an entirely new experience.

(exhales) (birds coos, chicken clucks, cat meows) You can't expect me to treat all of those?

Tell them to be on their way then.

Either you climb out that hole of yours, or they'll chase you out.

Right.

Who's next?

(everyone clamoring at once) (animals screeching, indistinct chatter) Next please.

(growling) So?

Next, please.

Incoming.

Tea won't be long.

Ah, I think I might just have a bath and an early night.

Thank you, though.

(coughs) You're not coming down with a flu as well?

I'm fine.

What's Tristan doing with that rabbit?

He's running surgery today.

Mr. Farnon's taken to his sickbed.

I should give him a hand.

He could do with the work.

And you look like you could do with a rest!

(sneezes) That settles it!

I'm making chicken broth.

It's not flu.

Well... what is it then?

Come on, spit it out.

MRS. KIRKBY: She's hopping along, with one foot in air and it's all scabby underneath.

Yes, interesting.

(chicken clucks) Come on... Oh... A-ha!

Well then, what would you say it is?

If you'll excuse me for a moment, there's a piece of equipment that I suspect I'll need for this.

(flipping through pages noisily) Ah, bumble foot...

I think what we're dealing with here is a simple case of bumble foot.

A bath in warm water and Epsom salts should do the trick.

And what's that in aid of then?

Hmm?

Oh this, yes, this is just for, um...

Thank you, veterinary.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ Whew!

JAMES: The Rudds invested their life savings into her, it's that family's future.

I checked it over, I told them it was fit and healthy.

Could you have known?

The abscess developed after they bought her.

What's this?

I recommended a cow to the Rudds.

I think it may now have a post-pharyngeal abscess.

Ouch.

Maybe Mr. Farnon could think of something?

It's my responsibility.

He needs to know he can rely on me.

How did you get on?

(chuckles) Rather well, actually.

The difference it makes to have someone believe in you for a change.

See if you can't approach your books with the same kind of attitude.

Oh, must I?

Knowing things is a kind of a pre-requisite for passing exams.

TRISTAN: Well, it's easy for you.

You read something, you remember it.

Not really-- I read something, then I read it again.

Then I write it down.

Then it falls into place.

Well, I do that.

And?

I fall into sleep.

Well, that's what I'm about to do now.

I'm going to bed.

Night, James.

Night, Jim.

Good night.

Well done today.

But you're not finished yet.

Number one... (sighs) (coughing) Night, Siegfried.

Night?

What are you talking about?

What time is it?

Where is everybody?

What's going on?

We said five minutes!

Feeling any better?

Marginally-- I've still got a splitting headache.

What on earth was in that concoction you gave me?

Whisky... ginger, honey, garlic, thyme-- but mainly whisky.

What happened to all the people?

Do you realize how much money we'll have lost today?

Tristan?

Yes, well, uh...

I'm not one to brag, Siegfried, as you well know... What's this?

Oh...

It's Greta Garbo.

I can see that, what's she doing on the back of the exam paper I set?

It's the scene from "Grand Hotel."

Is that supposed to be me?

Tristan's actually been rather tied up this afternoon.

Three days you've had to do this-- three!

And this is all you can bloody manage?

I, I was busy.

From the look of it, you were anything but!

Your exams are one week away!

And this is all you can do-- this is it?

How on earth do you think you're ever going to be able... (voice breaks) I give up.

(sighs) It's your life, Tristan.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (sighs) It's James' birthday.

I've organized a bash for him at the Drovers this evening.

And I should have this paper finished for you by this afternoon.

(exhales) I'm going to lie down on the sofa.

May I take my breakfast there?

(sighs) He can't even bring himself to shout at me.

It's like I've broken something in him.

(door opens) JAMES: Good morning, Siegfried.

SIEGFRIED: (groans) Cupboard... How're you today?

Set yourself down.

I can't stop, I've got to get back up to the Rudds'.

Here.

Sausage bap.

No arguments.

And good luck today.

TRISTAN: We'll be keeping everything crossed for you, Jim.

On his birthday, too.

The shame of it.

♪ ♪ Where are you off to?

What about your test paper?

Hello, James.

Morning, Edith.

I think she's getting better.

Dad's been with her all night.

(Strawberry grunting) Dick, you must be exhausted!

DICK: You said to do it as often as possible.

Have a look.

Good girl.

Good girl.

(Strawberry grunts) (Strawberry grunting) She's no better.

In fact, I'd say her breathing has got a little worse.

We'd do anything to help her, Mr. Herriot.

I'll stay up with Dad.

We'll keep rubbing it if that's what's needed.

Aye, if it'll make a difference.

We're not shy of hard work.

I know that.

We'll not stop.

Even our Maisy'll have a go.

Aye, we'll keep going, whatever it takes.

I only wish it was that simple.

Please, Mr. Herriot, she's our Strawberry.

Jim... What do we do?

I've got a Kaolin poultice to rub onto the throat and I'll give her another injection.

And then what?

We hope.

I wish I could offer more.

Aye, well...

I'm not ready to give up on her.

Come on, girl, that's it.

Neither am I.

♪ ♪ James, you clever boy.

♪ ♪ What are you up to?

Trying to save James' birthday.

(James coughs) Did the Prontosil work?

JAMES: No, Strawberry hasn't responded to it.

There was a book on otolaryngology... Borrowed it.

Tris, are you...

It looks like you're actually studying.

I wanted to help, come look here.

These are really good, Tris.

TRISTAN: They're just tracings.

Overlaid you can see the different arterial structures tracing right down to the windpipe.

Now, where would you say the abscess is?

Right around... here.

What, as big as that?

Poor thing.

She must hardly be able to breathe.

Mmm.

It's tucked in right behind all these major blood vessels.

Otherwise we might be able to get in there.

And do what?

Well, burst it.

The only good thing about the abscess being that large is that at least it's more of a target to aim for.

I've never read or heard of anyone doing that before.

The one advantage of knowing nothing is that anything seems possible.

You're suggesting an operation?

I don't see any other way of reaching the abscess.

We'd have to make an incision.

Cut down through the muscle tissue through toward the windpipe.

Hm.

But I don't see how we could do it without hitting one of these major arteries.

What have we got to lose?

What're you looking for?

Answers.

You won't find any in there.

(coughs) Are you out of your tiny cerebellums?

It can't be done, look at the blood vessels you'll have to navigate.

One slip, the Rudds will have to watch their prize cow drowning in four pints of its own blood.

You seem to have perked up.

Oh, full of vim and vigor.

(coughs) I checked her over, I told them that the cow was a good buy.

Which must feel terrible, but you can't allow that emotion to cloud your professional judgment.

TRISTAN: The cow's going to die anyway.

You'd be giving them false hope.

Not to mention putting an animal through a needless and stressful operation; I'm sorry, my decision is final.

Then what should I do?

Go back up there, tell Rudd to get the cow down to Mallock's and put the poor thing out of its misery.

It'll break their hearts!

I'm sorry, I realize that having advised them to buy her, you feel responsible.

But there is nothing else to be done.

You must just be honest with them.

♪ ♪ (knocks on window) You all right, Mr. Herriot?

Oh, hello, Edith.

(labored breathing) DICK: Jim, didn't expect to be back so soon.

No better?

What is it, lad?

I'm afraid it's the end of the road.

We've tried... (trails off) ♪ ♪ TRISTAN: I'm sorry, James.

Did they blame you?

No.

Which made it worse, in a way.

Mmm.

Come on, let's see if we can't cheer you up, eh?

(door closes) ALL: Happy birthday!

(laughing) Happy birthday!

Happy birthday!

Hooray!

Do you want to blow your candles out?

(chuckles) Hey!

(cheers and applause) Very good, that's lovely.

(indistinct chatter) How did you know?

Your mother.

Oh no.

She sent you this.

Sorry, Jess chewed it.

Open it.

Do I have to?

Of course... Ooh... Well, put it on!

Beautiful.

No.

After all the effort your mother went to?

Come on!

(laughter) Here, it's not much, but, um... there you go.

(coughs) (unwrapping present) Your own veterinary bible.

Thank you.

You spoke to the Rudds, I take it?

Good man, worst part of the job.

But a necessary one.

That's enough of that... Music!

From me.

(laughs) (radio music playing) Ah, Saint Nick!

Thought it were time you had your own.

Thank you!

Happy birthday.

Tris!

Hey.

This is Jim, Brenda.

And this, I assume, is Connie.

You assume correct.

Hello, Jim.

Hello.

I'm James... you're Connie.

I know.

We did that already.

Sorry!

(laughter) I'm James-- sorry.

Sorry... Is he stuck on a loop?

(laughter) It's been a long day.

Don't let the outfit fool you, he looks quiet but he's a devil with women.

Known far and wide as a great lover.

(sneezes) Drinks?

Let's... shall we go through?

(giggling) I'll just run in and get Jenny.

Why don't we stop for one?

Didn't you say it was Herriot's birthday?

Okay, but don't embarrass me.

And don't say anything.

Oh, and break a habit of a lifetime?

I won't, I won't!

No need to give me the look.

It looks like you're taking really good care of her.

Who's this then?

Your girlfriend?

Ah, no.

Good.

(laughing) I think you've got an admirer.

TRISTAN: It's her older sister you want to watch out for.

She's madly in love with him.

I told you, you want to snap him up quick.

Well, I think I might have to then.

Of course, I'm not short on offers either.

I'm gonna go freshen up.

Connie?

Don't go anywhere.

I won't go anywhere either, Brenda.

Good.

Ooh...

These need paying for.

Well, this is fun.

Isn't it?

Here, do you want another?

I've barely started.

♪ ♪ Surely not today of all days.

I didn't think you'd be here.

Happy birthday.

(chuckles) Don't get too excited.

It's highland shortbread.

I thought it'd remind you of home.

You didn't bake them, did you?

(chuckling) Ow!

That hurt.

It was meant to.

Thank you, I mean it.

Presents, drinks, that beautiful woman hanging off your every word and you're still not happy.

What is it?

Are you upset because I'm here with someone?

No.

Really not.

What you said at the fair, about me not being serious, why was that?

Because you're not serious.

Good for a giggle, nowt much else.

Is that how everyone sees me?

The Rudds are a lovely family, they don't deserve it.

No one does.

Is there nothing you can do?

There might have been.

Siegfried put the kibosh on it.

If you could have done something for Clive, even if there were just the slightest chance, I would've wanted you to try.

But Siegfried... Will always be Siegfried.

You need to be you.

Follow you heart.

It's what got you here in the first place, isn't it?

I better go.

Happy birthday, again.

We need to go and do that operation.

I'm not giving up on Strawberry.

Siegfried will kill us.

Probably.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ I'm starting to feel a bit sick.

Fear or excitement?

Maybe a bit of both.

(engine turns off, shuts door) ♪ ♪ (laughter) (yawns) I think it's time I found my bed.

Finally he's listening.

Just get James and Tristan to take this lot to the Drovers.

SIEGFRIED: Where is James?

MRS. HALL: He may not have been in the mood, he were a bit distracted.

By what?

That cow.

He's young.

He hasn't learnt that you can't save them all.

Now what on earth could be more important to Tristan than women?

(exhales) DICK: An operation?

JAMES: We're going to try to drain the abscess.

But I won't lie to you, there's a good chance it might kill her.

And if we do nothing, she'll die?

Yes.

It's your cow, Dick.

I'll only do it with your say so.

It's...

I'd hate for her to suffer.

Are you sure there's no other way?

We need to get in and drain that abscess.

We'll operate in here.

We're going to need more light.

Let's use the headlamps.

SIEGFRIED: Because I'm ill, he thinks he can take advantage.

MRS. HALL: He's only trying to do his best.

I am the boss, I am in charge.

He knows that.

You should be in fourth.

No, it's too late, its third here.

Don't tell me how to drive!

I'm not.

But don't keep dabbing the brakes.

Really, Mrs. Hall, I don't know why I am not allowed to drive.

MRS. HALL: Because you're ill and full of whisky.

Has it ever occurred to you that other people might know what they're doing?

They might think they do.

Without you breathing down his neck, Tristan cleared that whole surgery.

You've got to start giving them space-- both of them.

You even listening to me?

I was... And?

I think you should be in fourth.

(changes gears, engine roars) (tires screech) SIEGFRIED: Yes, well you seem to have got the hang of that.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Herriot!

Siegfried!

I gave you an instruction.

I believe I can drain the abscess-- just trust me.

He can do this.

How would you know?

He's been helping me.

Oh, that's right, it was his stupid idea in the first place.

That explains everything.

I am sorry, Mr. Rudd, Edith... SIEGFRIED: James shouldn't have raised your hopes like this.

JAMES: I stood on this same spot, six months ago now, I pleaded with you to let me keep the job.

I remember, you insulted me.

But you kept me on anyway, I assume because you saw something in me.

I did, I do.

Then trust me.

It's my practice.

It's their cow.

Mr. Rudd?

Look, if Jim thinks he can do it, Mr. Farnon, then we say let him try.

(labored breathing) JAMES: It'll be a moment for the anesthetic to take effect.

Would you like to take over?

(sneezes) James has done the preparation, he knows what he's doing.

Your patient, Herriot.

Stretch her head straight out and slightly back.

Right.

(knife scratching) (surgical tools clanging) Deep breaths.

(sighs) (tool snipping, James breathing heavily) Retractors.

(grunts, retractors creaking) SIEGFRIED: Watch the carotid... Just above the jugular should do it.

I can't see.

♪ ♪ I'm pushing through the muscle.

(squishing) That looks good.

I can feel it.

I can't use this.

If I catch anything it'll be over.

It doesn't have to be sharp to break the surface of the abscess.

Forceps.

Less chance of slicing anything on your way through.

Just put it straight through the muscle.

(slight pop) I'm in the abscess.

It's draining.

It's clearing, I've got it!

James... (relieved laughter) You've done it!

Good girl!

Well done, old chap.

(laughing) He's done it.

Good girl.

(relieved laughter) TRISTAN: No one, ever, in the entire world, has ever, ever performed such an operation.

Steady on.

That cow was dead and you brought it back to life.

Tristan.

This is up there with the water into wine, up there with Lazarus, up there with the feeding of the 5,000!

Those are very kind words.

Yeah, all of them true.

You pulled me through.

You know that.

Well, make sure that gets around.

It'd be nice for people to think I've done something useful for a change.

Don't worry, I'm sure Brenda knows of your heroics.

Wait, where are they going?

Brenda?!

Brenda!

(laughter) (chuckles) Come on.

Add these gentlemen and then have one yourself.

DICK: Very kind of you, Mr. Farnon!

SIEGFRIED: Not at all!

So Mr. Herriot thinks he'll have a go, opens her up on ground right in front of us.

I've never seen owt like it in my life!

Lad, you never did.

If I hadn't listened to him, that cow would be on its way to the knackers yard.

A lesson learned perhaps.

Yes.

A flu can certainly cloud the judgement.

I'm sure I would've come to the same conclusion as Herriot had I been properly compos mentis.

I don't doubt it.

Nevertheless... James.

I wanted to say...

I thought I should mention...

I wasn't completely in the right today.

As close as you'll get to him admitting he were wrong.

Yes this is me showing my soft underbelly, there's no need to stick the knife in.

I should've listened to you the first time.

It's not the animals that cause all the bother, it's the people.

Quite right.

I'm proud of you.

In anyone else's hands, that animal would've died.

It reminded me why I do this job.

And that perhaps I should recognize that other people can do it too.

That means you, Tris.

I'm promoting you to senior vet.

MRS. HALL: Oh!

Congratulations!

(astounded) Are you serious?

I've watched you... you've turned into a fine practitioner.

And perhaps it's a good thing that the responsibility of the practice doesn't rest entirely on my shoulders.

No more than you deserve, Jim.

That's fantastic-- I mean, I mean, thank you.

Not at all.

Will I get a pay rise?

Absolutely not-- do you think I'm made of money?

I heard what you did at yesterday's surgery.

It's the good stuff.

Happy birthday, Mr. Herriot.

Well done, lad.

Well done, James.

You're still here?

I thought you'd be long gone.

Struggling to drag Hugh away.

HUGH: Yes, another round, on me... Come on Maggie-- everyone?

Who wants a drink?

(cheering) Jim, pint?

You want a pint-- bitter, yes?

Um... actually, go on then, yeah, why not?

That's awful generous of him.

Hugh loves to celebrate-- James...

Didn't realize he even knew it was my birthday.

Congratulations, James.

Thank you.

Helen, listen...

I wanted to thank you for earlier.

I wouldn't have had the confidence to go up to Rudd's if you hadn't said what you did.

Oh, get on, it were nothing-- James... No, it wasn't, it was something... God, look, I've probably had too much to drink and I probably shouldn't say this... Congratulations, love.

Thank you, "love," I appreciate it.

Eh?

(laughs) I were talking to our lass not you.

I asked you not to say anything!

Sorry.

One sniff of the bar maid's apron, he's like a budgie on trill.

I'm sorry, what's happening?

♪ ♪ Hugh asked me today.

We're getting married.

Well done!

I mean, congratulations.

That's fantastic news.

Sorry, I just was so desperate to tell everyone.

Bitter, wasn't it, James?

That's great, really.

Great news, Hugh.

Cheers!

Cheers, everyone!

ALL: Cheers!

♪ ♪ (horse clopping) Evening, Mr. Herriot.

Evening.

♪ ♪ Shall we?

(whistling) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ TRISTAN: Staying for the wedding?

Or is it all too heartbreaking?

I couldn't be happier for Helen.

This time tomorrow, we'll be married.

JAMES: You look very festive.

Every year, he hands out oranges to the kids.

(bell jingling) (mouth full): Oh, no.

JAMES: Helen?

Are you okay?

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