♪ ♪ JAMES: The war is almost over.

The world has changed.

We need to change with it.

♪ ♪ MRS.

PUMPHREY: I'd like to breed from him.

And where do you propose to find this Pekingese partner?

I thought you could help with that.

MRS.

HALL: When my Edward came home injured, he said the worst thing were not having anything to distract him.

I might start going back on calls while I'm here.

I'd love to have you back.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Thank you-- see you soon.

Thank you, Vicar.

SIEGFRIED: All those young men lost.

So many names.

Why didn't Tris sit with us?

Oh, probably spotted one of his chums.

♪ ♪ MRS.

HALL: Hello, Jean.

Good to see you.

(wildlife chittering) (exhales softly) SIEGFRIED: There you are.

Aren't you getting a bit old for hide-and-seek?

Took you ages to find me.

You're losing your edge.

(chuckles) Shall we?

Mrs.

Hall is waiting.

♪ ♪ We owe you all so much.

You're all so brave.

Thank you.

A moving service, I thought.

You chaps in uniform certainly had a rough go of it.

They've been difficult years here, too.

I know.

Maggie still hasn't had any word from Arthur.

(babbling) You being good?

What's that you've got?

Dad!

Dad!

Look!

Hello, Jimbo.

Are you off out?

Sorry-- Jenny!

Dad's waiting for us to start that ditch.

Daddy, Daddy, my car, look!

Ah, it's truly magnificent, Jim.

Surely Richard could manage for a few minutes without you.

I thought we were having breakfast together.

HELEN: I've kept him waiting.

James, you did sleep in late.

Aye, I got in after 3:00.

JIMMY: Daddy!

Ah, that's truly magnificent driving there, Jim.

No, no, no, no-- don't, don't eat that, Rosie.

(Jimmy imitating car) Look, breakfast another morning would be lovely.

Jenny!

(Jimmy imitating car) I could drive up at lunch.

Jenny'll have the kids then.

We'll only get 20 minutes.

20 minutes with you?

Worth it every time.

All right, charmer.

(kisses) I'll see you later.

Bye!

Bye.

(door opens) (door closes) Hey, what you up to?

Just driving my car.

(chuckles) Just driving your car-- on Daddy.

Oh, hooray!

It's arrived.

My invitation from Orley Castle.

It's that black-tie do there on Saturday.

What, Saturday night?

Ah, yes, Tristan.

Look, I, I know it was me who suggested the Drovers.

Would you mind if we rearranged?

Course not.

It's good for business to be seen at something like this, and the invitations are like gold dust, so... No, I understand completely.

You'd rather gad about in your dinner jacket than get a pint with your brother.

How does next week look?

Jam-packed, I'm afraid.

But we'll do it the week after, eh?

Looks like a busy day ahead.

Yes.

Though small animal work won't keep us afloat.

It all adds up.

We'll chase any outstanding money.

Then, with Tris here, we're three vets until the summer.

Get our noses to the grindstone, I reckon we could be back in the black in no time.

You know, Herriot, sometimes I find your tone a little patronizing.

Just something to watch out for.

I'll carry all these inside, shall I?

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Not to worry, we'll soon have you back on form.

Mrs.

Pumphrey, we'll be with you in a moment.

(phone ringing) Darrowby 2297.

Beauvoir?

Yes, Captain Farnon.

Any problems, just get in touch.

Mrs.

Pumphrey.

TRISTAN: Crikey, Jim, you should've mentioned it's like Piccadilly Circus down here.

Well, I thought you could use a moment to yourself after that service.

I take it in my stride-- you know me.

Well, no need to rush straight back in.

Your brother and I have it in hand.

Yeah, but I'm fine.

Where do you need me?

(door closes) Mrs.

Hall just took a call.

Mrs.

Pumphrey, do come through.

(exhales): Thank you.

Beauvoir.

(inhales) Tricki was cock-a-hoop about the prospect of fatherhood.

And you know Tricki-- his energy is infectious.

Well, given his years, the boy's in fine nick.

You've looked after him.

Yes, but these breeders that you've recommended, they should be biting my hand off.

There's not one of them who will take a chance on him.

Mm.

He's really taken it to heart.

Yes, breeders do typically seek out younger males.

No, no, no, no, no.

Uncle Herriot, no.

Not that nonsense, please.

Well, the science suggests that younger males... (hesitantly): ...father fitter, healthier pups.

But what about the wisdom that Tricki has, compared to those... (stammering) ...upstarts?

Yes.

I'd like to see him again in a week, please, Mrs.

Shinwell.

Thank you.

(door opens) (phone ringing) (door closes) (phone continues) (calling): Mrs.

Hall?

MRS.

HALL (calling): Just a minute.

(phone continues) (keys jingling) I know you've set your heart on breeding from him.

There are easier ways.

A new puppy!

Tricki'll be there to guide them through, impart his hard-won canine wisdom.

(stammering) (dog barks) What about the bloodline?

The lineage?

I promised him a dynasty.

Then you mustn't give up hope, Mrs.

Pumphrey.

There are other breeders out there.

Mm.

Yes, yes.

Thank you, Uncle Herriot, mm.

Cheerio.

Toodle-oo.

(door opens) (door closes) Siegfried.

Siegfr... ♪ ♪ Siegfried!

♪ ♪ Siegfried.

Tristan.

Captain Farnon?

Morning.

Morning.

That is impressive.

You ask for one Captain Farnon, and they provide a spare.

(chuckles) Administrative mix-up.

It's a family practice.

Two brothers and two captains, then?

Daddy told me to ask for Captain Farnon.

Apparently, he's a marvel with horses.

Robert will show you where to park.

I can take it from here.

You go home.

Help James with the backlog.

♪ ♪ (horses neighing) WOMAN: Good morning, Miss Beauvoir.

My uncle died, so the estate came to us.

We drove up from Hampshire on Friday.

That must have been quite a sight for the oncoming motorists.

Magna vis equorum.

(Charlotte chuckles) (horses nickering, neighing) Miss Beauvoir.

SIEGFRIED: How many do you have here?

It'll be 15 when the rest arrive on Tuesday.

Daddy intends to expand.

There's rather a lot of us, you see, and we're all utterly horse-mad.

(chuckles) Here's my Philbrick.

I rode him this morning, and something wasn't quite right.

SIEGFRIED: Hello, Philbrick.

CHARLOTTE: There, there, Philly.

I'm partial to a bit of Evelyn Waugh myself.

The butler in "Decline and Fall."

Waugh's best, for my money.

Oh, I beg to differ.

But an honorable second to "A Handful of Dust."

(chuckling): Yes.

SIEGFRIED: Miss Beauvoir, is Philbrick eating normally?

No, um, now that you mention it, not with his usual gusto.

Well, he doesn't have a temperature, but he is quite stiff, so I'd say... One often sees this with horses, particularly after a long journey.

Yes, moving for them is very tiring.

You know, standing all that way, so... Let him recover quietly in his stall.

That's what he needs-- box rest.

Captain Farnon, you don't seem convinced.

Oh, no, no, we, we could try that.

I just worry he might stiffen up further.

I'd walk him out, with a head collar.

So, that's walk him outside and keep him alone inside.

Um, forgive me if I'm a little lost.

Why don't we start him on box rest, and then if we have no joy, we'll walk him out?

I think that sounds very sensible.

Thank you-- you've been most attentive, Captain Farnons.

(chuckles) (snorts) (door opens and closes) (sighs) Neither of them are back yet?

I promised Helen I'd get up there for lunch.

Oh.

Sorry, love.

Actually... (door creaking) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: I think I'd better take Philbrick on from here.

Oh?

I'm happy to.

Well, that's kind of you.

No, but General Beauvoir asked for the Farnon who deals with horses.

He was quite specific.

Ah, and that's specifically you, is it?

Let's not waste time quibbling.

Ultimately, I am senior partner.

And as you said, you're rushed off your feet.

I hate seeing my brother so overloaded.

You get those tired feet up, old man.

I'll soon put Philbrick right.

No.

I said no!

(car door closes, engine starts) I'll do it!

(engine revving) What?

(brake releases) Sorry, I can't hear you.

(engine revving) ♪ ♪ (animals lowing, bicycle wheels clattering) (sheep bleating) (panting) (outer door closes) (door opens) (breathlessly): Oh, damn.

Oh, tell me she's not gone already.

(exhaling) One of Dowson's sheep got tangled in the hedge.

Kids are with Dad.

Cycled up here like a demon.

You cycled?

On Helen's old bike.

And I'll be working later.

Ships in the night, eh?

(panting) Well, recently, our longest conversation was her telling me to stop snoring.

I'd give my right arm for a night off, you know, just the two of us.

Do you want me to pass on a message?

Actually, yes.

Yes.

Tell your sister I'm taking her to the flicks on Saturday night.

"The Picture of Dorian Gray."

(chuckles) Well, she deserves a break.

But who's going to be looking after your children?

Ah, I'm getting ahead of myself.

I'll check me diary.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: I see that Orley Castle do has made the paper.

The Beauvoir family will be attending as guests of honor.

I did think Tris looked disappointed to miss the Drovers.

Oh, you double-book yourself sometimes.

Can't be helped.

They're horse fanatics, you know.

Only we just got him back.

You should've seen the house, Mrs.

Hall.

Look at this.

They can trace their family back to Norman times.

And the eldest sister married a viscount.

Any calls from the Beauvoirs come directly to me, is that understood?

♪ ♪ Uh, still no word from Arthur?

I was hoping for news, now they've recaptured Rangoon.

(exhales) Well, I'd much rather be going to Burma to join him.

At least there, I'd be working with elephants.

(chuckles) Well, it must feel good to be back.

(chuckles) And I bet your brother's glad to see you.

Oh, I'm not sure he even likes being in the same room.

And now we've had some ridiculous barney over which of us is treating this horse.

What horse?

No, up at this huge new estate, the Beauvoirs.

You know how full of himself he gets.

It's fine-- it's fine!

I'll rise above it.

(hammering tap): Doesn't bother me one bit.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (phone ringing) You'd better get that, James.

(phone ringing) If it's a Beauvoir, to me immediately.

(door opens) (phone continues) Darrowby 2297.

Yes, Beauvoir.

James, James, James-- I'll take it.

Yes, Miss Beauvoir.

Yeah-- I'll be right up there.

(receiver replaced) (keys jangling) Ooh, uh, don't mention this to my brother.

There's a good chap.

What's the matter?

Oh, just the normal fraternal madness.

♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) (slow classical piece playing) (horse nickers) (music continues) Well, I never.

He's a classical music fan.

I hope it soothes him.

When I feel fraught, a spot of Elgar works miracles.

I know stablehands that swear by singing to their horses.

Pillbrick's more of a sophisticate.

Philbrick.

Philbrick.

He hasn't touched his feed.

Has he drunk anything?

A few gulps this morning.

Mm.

Oh, he does seem a bit uncomfortable.

Let's take a closer look.

Gosh, Philbrick.

All those months dodging the Luftwaffe, and it's now that you get poorly.

Sorry, Philbrick was at war?

In Sicily.

I was in the Auxiliary Territorial Service, and he was abandoned by an Italian army unit, so we took him for our supply lines.

Such a dear boy.

I retrained him as a riding horse.

I, I was in Sicily.

I'd still be serving if those Italian mosquitoes hadn't done for me.

(exhales) Malaria.

Dreadful business.

(Philbrick nickers softly) ♪ ♪ Mrs.

Pumphrey sounded fraught, and Tris still isn't back.

Well, you'd better take the Rover.

SIEGFRIED: Where's my brother?

I haven't seen him all morning.

He went up to the Beauvoirs'.

He what?

Mrs.

Hall!

Don't look at me-- first I've heard of it.

I took the call-- does it matter?

(grunts) See you later.

Actually, Siegfried, I was hoping to take the car.

Oh.

Mrs.

Pumphrey has finally found a match for Tricki, and I'm due up there in half an hour.

Mm-hmm.

It would be fearsome on that bike, the hill.

Mm.

I'm sure Tris can manage one horse.

Bye.

(sighs) (door opens) (door closes) (paper turns) These Beauvoirs.

Hm?

What voice was it when you answered?

Man or woman?

Uh, woman.

Same.

You don't think it could be her?

"Society beauty," apparently.

Oh, she's a bonny lass, all right.

Cherchez la femme, Mrs.

Hall.

Explains why they're falling over themselves to drive that far.

(laughing): Don't be daft.

On the young side for Siegfried, admittedly.

But, if you ask me, he's always had a soft spot for the well-heeled female.

I'll be back tomorrow to check his temperature.

Thank you, Captain Farnon.

May I ask, did you get injured?

No.

No, I'll be going east soon.

I'm only home on leave.

Isn't it strange?

Back in Sicily, the dust, the flies, the sun roasting you in your tent, all I could think about was England.

Now that I'm here... Yes.

Just takes some adjustment, I suppose.

♪ ♪ Afternoon.

♪ ♪ Come on, Herriot.

(grunts) (panting) ♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) Captain Farnon.

Miss Beauvoir.

(car door closes) Thought I'd look in on the old chap.

Your brother only left 20 minutes ago.

Yes, correct.

That's how we like to do things at our practice, you see.

Always trying to go above and beyond.

Commendable.

SIEGFRIED: Mm, yes, colic can be intermittent.

But if he was uncomfortable when you rode him, I'd still be thinking back pain.

(Philbrick snorting) Yes, he's definitely stiff.

Let's keep him on the box rest.

Your brother told me to walk him to keep his guts moving.

Miss Beauvoir, my brother is a fine young vet, but I have 30 years' experience with horses.

It's box rest he needs.

Now, also cold-hose his back at regular intervals.

That should prevent any inflammation.

Will he be all right?

He'll need some care.

But that's what I'm here for.

(Philbrick nickers) Oh, the Stratton Quartet are playing up at Orley Castle.

They promised one of my favorites, the Elgar string quartet.

Yes.

Yes, I, I requested the Elgar.

In fact, it was me who suggested the Stratton, too.

Then bravo.

Well, should be jolly.

The whole family are going, so... Well, I look forward to seeing you there.

Goodbye.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) Shipped all the way from Sicily and the bloody stupid animal gets sick on the road from Hampshire.

(chuckles) Any improvement?

Let's hope soon.

Philbrick deserves the best treatment.

I'll make damn sure he gets it.

Good show, good man.

So, Captain Farnon wasn't available?

I am Captain Farnon.

Ah.

Then your son?

Younger brother.

They're both captains and both vets, so... Now I see.

(chuckles) Well, let's hope you share your brother's gift with horses.

(exhales) I expect we'll see you on Saturday.

Can't wait.

♪ ♪ (panting) (groaning) ♪ ♪ MRS.

PUMPHREY: This way.

(breathlessly): Right, then.

(panting): Tricki.

The big day has finally arrived.

His persistence paid off.

Well, the course of true love never did run smooth.

Her owner's driving up from Sheffield.

Southern lass, is she?

Mm.

And what time is she arriving?

2:00.

2:00.

Tomorrow.

I'll need you to check her over, and, of course, reassure her breeder about Tricki's excellent credentials.

Now, Tricki's lineage, um, be my guest.

Take it home, then you can have a thorough read.

Mrs.

Pumphrey, you said this was urgent.

(breathlessly): I... Oh, it is, it is.

It is... I'm worried about something in particular.

Will he know what to do?

I started talking him through the, the, the rudiments.

But, of course, it would be far more effective coming from a fellow male.

Me?

Mm.

(whispers): I'll leave you boys together.

JAMES: You got me up here because you want me to tell Tricki about the birds and the bees?

Just jog his memory.

Now Tris, are you ready to acknowledge me as Yorkshire's very own answer to Miss Marple?

(chuckles) Oh, I've long been ready to do that.

(chuckles) The case is cracked.

I heard some regulars chatting last night.

Who owns this horse exactly?

The youngest daughter.

Charlotte Beauvoir.

Apparently, she was a debutante.

Yes, that's the one.

Yeah.

So, this to-do over that horse, that about the horse or about the lass who owns it?

No, but... You're right.

Why didn't I see it?

My, my brother's taken a shine to her.

(chuckles) Oh, the absolute scoundrel.

(chuckles) And you're sure no one else has got a soft spot for her?

How do you mean?

What... No.

(chuckling) No, a girl like that is looking for her Mr.

Darcy, with his three stately homes.

I live in my brother's spare room.

♪ ♪ (phone ringing) (classical music playing in background) Darrowby 2297.

Miss Beauvoir.

Just a moment.

Urgent, apparently.

(keys jangling) Tell her I'm on my way.

(Siegfried singing along to music) Mrs.

Hall.

Yes, he's on his way.

(sighs) (music continues) ♪ ♪ His temperature's slightly higher.

And there's pain here, and definitely pain on his back.

Your brother thought back pain was the culprit, so I've given him box rest.

And you wanted me to walk him.

He still has gut sounds.

I'll inject him with arecoline, in case it is colic.

So we still don't know what we're dealing with?

(Philbrick exhales) It is rather mysterious.

But don't worry, we'll work it out.

Miss Beauvoir, I'm curious... Charlotte.

Charlotte.

How did someone with your background end up running supplies in Italy?

Oh.

(inhales) Well, Daddy said I'd evaded the altar for long enough, so he set up a marriage.

(chuckles) Well, I rather jilted the poor chap.

Just knew I could never love him.

Cue an enormous brouhaha, and me hatching a plan-- entirely selfishly-- to disappear where there'd be no gossip.

I'd struggle to describe the A.T.S.

as selfish.

Well, no one out there gave two hoots about me being a Beauvoir.

It helped me see the class system in this country is... Well, it's on its way out.

I can't see "fair shares for all" being that high on Churchill's list of priorities.

Yes, but he's not going to win.

Ah.

You think Attlee could do it.

Mm.

There we go.

If you see any further signs, phone immediately.

(Philbrick nickers) What you were saying before.

About what it felt like, being back, um... People who weren't there can't really understand, can they?

There's a soirée tonight up at Orley Castle.

Might help you take your mind off things.

That is to say, I was rather hoping we could enjoy it together.

You don't want to.

(chuckles) No, no.

Uh... I'd be delighted, yes.

(classical piece playing, Siegfried singing along) (music and singing continue) My brother's in good spirits.

Yes, he's been trilling like a bird for hours.

Huh.

(music and singing continue faintly) So, turns out I'll be going to that Orley Castle bash after all.

With Siegfried?

With Miss Beauvoir, actually.

So that's how it is.

Tristan Farnon stepping out with a society beauty at the event of the season.

(both laugh) And she asked me.

I still have to break it to Siegfried.

And why would that be a problem?

Um... So, I was right!

He likes her, too!

That's why he's set on fixing the horse.

I'm dreading telling him.

Why?

Just don't rub his face in it.

He'll be happy for you.

Well, I'd like to believe you.

But we all know what he's like when his pride's on the line.

Hm.

Hello, Jess.

(whimpers softly) Are you on your way out somewhere, Mr.

Farnon?

No, no plans.

Just see where the day takes me.

Looks like I'm back on that bike again.

Siegfried must have the keys to the Rover.

Obviously, doesn't want to miss out on his next visit to the Beauvoirs.

No.

He's here.

(quietly): Thank you, Mrs.

H!

♪ ♪ Have you seen my car keys anywhere?

Yes.

James drove to Mrs.

Pumphrey's.

What?

You gave them to Herriot?

Well, you just left them on your desk.

Poor lad's already cycled up and down that hill.

And plenty to get on with round here, he said.

Shall I make you a cup of tea?

I don't want tea, Mrs.

Hall, I want my bloody car!

(car approaching) (engine stops) Mr.

Bolton.

DENNIS: Dennis.

No need to stand on c, ceremony.

Is that your stud dog?

That's correct.

Well, looks bloody ancient-- you sure he can manage it?

Well, I can assure you, Tricki is in his prime.

James Herriot, Tricki's vet.

He's in superb condition, for an older dog.

Oh.

Suppose you'd better meet her, then.

(car doors open) (barks) Come on, Daisy!

Ah!

This... This is my Daisy.

Magnificent animal.

(barks) Mr.

Bolton, that is not a Pekingese.

Who said owt about a Pekingese?

Toy poodle Daisy is.

Well, now I'm completely lost.

DENNIS: Since I retired, I, I like to experiment with canine hybrids.

I mean, they all started from wolves, didn't they?

And that would've been the end o' t' matter if it weren't for folk like yours truly with a bit of imagination.

But the Pekingese is considered a royal breed in China.

Aye, and poodles were steadfast companions to Marie Antoinette and all.

I'm sorry, Mr.... DENNIS: Bolton.

MRS.

PUMPHREY: ...Bolton, but, uh, it's quite out of the question.

♪ ♪ My Tricki is not going to breed with a poodle.

Hang on.

It's me paying you.

You'd have me drive all t' way up here?

I can't say it's been pleasant meeting you, Mr.

Burnley.

Bolton!

Bolton, but, um, this simply isn't going to happen.

Apart from anything else, I want it to be special for Tricki.

Tricki-- Tricki!

(dogs barking in distance) Trick, Tricki.

Tricki!

Oh!

(chuckles) (dogs panting, collar jingling) Brew while we wait?

MRS.

PUMPHREY: I had no idea it would be so primal.

JAMES: The old man's tired.

I've half a mind to curl up beside him, the week I've had.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (gasps softly) Mr.

Farnon.

Has Tris ever talked to you about what he did in the war?

He ever mention anything about... About what, Mrs.

Hall?

I can't read your mind.

(breathing slowly) About getting this.

SIEGFRIED: A Military Cross.

MRS.

HALL: It should be on his uniform, not hidden in a drawer.

Indeed.

Why wouldn't he tell us?

It's quiet in here-- extremely.

Either I've been struck deaf or my ears are burning.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Mrs.

Hall found it.

Sorry, love, I were just putting the laundry away.

It's fine, of course, yeah.

(case closes) SIEGFRIED: So it is yours?

Well, what did you expect?

Master strategist, fearless combatant, expert marksman.

I have it all.

I'm a soldier's soldier.

Well, don't, don't make light of it-- that's a real achievement.

Thank you.

Anyway, I, I can't stop.

(footsteps retreating) ♪ ♪ (people talking in background) How do I look?

Like a picture.

(blows out through lips) Barely have a chance to put me shoes on nowadays, let alone make meself look half-decent.

Are you sure?

Sure.

Is James still getting ready?

(James snoring softly) ♪ ♪ (groans) Thought I'd shut my eyes for five minutes.

(chuckles) What time is it?

Time is... Time for a cuddle.

I like that time.

Mm.

We're all right.

Bus doesn't leave for 20 minutes.

Mm.

I feel like I've been across the Pennines on that bike this week.

(chuckles) Those hills really took it out of me.

Must be getting older.

Mm.

Helen?

That's your cue to say, "Absolute nonsense, James.

You remain an Adonis in the prime of youth."

Oh, you do.

Anyway, hoping to get some tips at the pictures.

This Dorian Gray never ages.

He has a magical painting in the attic.

Sounds brilliant-- I want one.

(chuckles) (inhales) It's so quiet, in't it?

It's wonderful.

Helen?

Yes?

Shall we just stay here?

Oh, I was hoping you'd say that.

(both laugh) Extremely smart.

Looks like you could use a whisky.

Yes, why not?

My brother, the war hero.

Why didn't he tell me?

I don't know-- but he's not been quite himself.

Last couple of years, there was me teasing him about bunking off.

Well, of course.

You didn't want to think of him in danger.

But I underestimated him.

I've not given Tristan credit for the man he's become.

Should I talk to him?

(glasses clink) I don't know.

Neither Robert nor Edward wanted to talk when they got back.

Mm.

Perhaps it is better to let him come to you in his own time.

Maybe take him for that drink.

Yes.

Still, all that foolishness about the horse.

It's high time we ironed that out.

SIEGFRIED: Ah, um, Tristan.

Um, I've been thinking... Are you off out?

Uh, yes.

Orley Castle, in fact.

Right.

I wouldn't have thought that was quite your thing.

Why this sudden interest in chamber music?

Huh.

Well, there's, uh, there's no easy way to say this, but, um... Miss Beauvoir asked me, actually.

To go with her?

I thought it best I mention it now.

I'd rather things didn't get awkward.

Why would they be awkward?

Because... Well, because you've clearly taken a shine to her.

I, I honestly never planned for it to happen like this, it's just... (sighs): Well, I can't help but admire Miss Beauvoir terribly.

No hard feelings, I hope.

JAMES: Siegfried.

This is easy!

Give him your blessing.

My blessing?

Yes!

They like each other!

Tris hardly deserves the silent treatment.

I mean, come on, brother, she is a touch outside your age range, don't you think?

Have you completely lost your minds?!

I haven't been pursuing Miss Beauvoir romantically!

I bloody haven't!

Is this what you think, too?

That I've been chasing after a girl more than 20 years my junior?

No-- no.

But for God's sake, why would any of you even think it?!

Her father's got grand plans for those stables.

I've been trying to secure his business.

(scoffing): You... Have you?

What?

Yes!

Get that horse of hers right and the Beauvoirs won't take their business elsewhere.

That at least was the plan.

(phone ringing) It's not easy with you interfering.

TRISTAN: Interfering?

(phone ringing) I know what I'm doing.

MRS.

HALL: I hope you don't mind me saying, but, if it were the business you were after, you might have taken a moment to tell your fellow vets.

JAMES: Exactly.

SIEGFRIED: Is that really necessary?

I was senior partner last time I looked.

(phone ringing) Darrowby 2297.

It's the Beauvoir horse.

(keys jangling) We're on our way.

(receiver replaced) TRISTAN: Oi!

You've just missed the turning!

It's quicker this way!

No, it's longer!

SIEGFRIED: Temperature's elevated!

(Tristan arguing) Hello?

CHARLOTTE: I'm here.

He still hasn't eaten or drunk anything, and he's burning up.

SIEGFRIED: Can you fetch fresh water?

Uh, now, please, Charlotte.

Oh, God.

He's obviously got a fever.

Mm.

(footsteps approaching, water sloshing) We need to encourage him to drink.

We're gonna need some treacle-- or some apples?

Siegfried, I can't read your mind.

She'll be back soon-- can we please clear the air?

I'd rather concentrate on saving the horse, if it's all the same to you.

Look, I was way off about you and Charlotte, but if you'd only just talked to me.

You could have asked.

(Philbrick snorts) Hello.

Um, would you mind?

It's just, I'm in my dinner jacket.

(sighs) Thank you.

(bucket rattling) Oh, God, it stinks.

Color?

Yes, it's off.

Blood?

Yes, but... ♪ ♪ Oh, that's why you wanted him to drink, to test his urine.

I think we might have solved our mystery.

It's a kidney infection.

That explains the lethargy, colic, and painful back.

Vanishingly rare.

(snaps) I never unpacked my microscope after last week's rounds.

JAMES: I've brought snacks!

(chuckling) SIEGFRIED: You see them?

Mm.

White blood cell casts?

It's as you suspected.

Pyelonephritis.

It's quite brilliant, Siegfried.

Oh, tosh, I thought it was his back.

(Tristan chuckles) Well, gives us a chance to try these new antibiotics.

See?

He trusts you.

(Philbrick nickers) The general did say you were a marvel with horses.

Hang on.

You're saying it was me the Beauvoirs were asking for all along?

As it turns out, you're the Captain Farnon who's good with horses, I'm the Captain Farnon with egg on his face.

(inhales): Anyway, an apology.

In my head, you're 11, and I can run faster and jump higher.

With all your new accolades, it's hard for a big brother to adjust.

So, you're, you're actually admitting you were jealous?

For the merest millisecond.

(chuckles): This is a first.

Just thought I was the horse man around here.

The kidney infection would have got worse.

If it weren't for that outsize brain of yours, Philbrick was a cert for Jeff Mallock's.

Mm.

Doesn't mean you can't respect me as a bloody good vet.

You've come back a very impressive fellow all round.

It's no surprise a woman like Miss Beauvoir would notice.

You'd better let her know.

Oh, yes.

Tristan, you could have told me you were decorated.

You're right.

I should've-- sorry.

I returned from war once.

Anyway, I'm here, if you're ever inclined to talk.

Thanks.

(footsteps approaching, radio playing) HELEN: Right, that's us back to Heston.

Relaxing evening?

Very.

Do you know, I fell fast asleep.

It's the best rest I've had in ages.

How'd you get on down here?

Eh, time to think.

No wonder you're exhausted, with the children and the farm.

You do know I'm here to help?

Oh, really?

Course.

Well, pigs need mucking out, for a start.

6:00 in the morning?

(chuckles) Meant with the kids.

Eh, well, that could work, as well.

There's something on your mind, Audrey, I can tell.

No, I'm fine.

JAMES: Helen, we'd better get going.

♪ ♪ TRISTAN: We're here!

(footsteps running) CHARLOTTE: Oh, Philbrick, you're all right.

TRISTAN: It would have been fatal.

Thankfully, my brother worked it out.

SIEGFRIED: He'll need daily injections.

It's rather a long course of treatment, I'm afraid.

BEAUVOIR: Then it looks like we'll be seeing more of the Farnon brothers.

Two brilliant horse men.

Oh.

I'd be interested in hearing more about your idea to expand the stables.

Would you?

Mm.

I'll show you the rough plan.

Uh, I, I can stay with Philbrick.

BEAUVOIR: Well, if the horse is taken care of, shall I drive us up to Orley Castle afterwards?

We can find out whether the Stratton lives up to its reputation.

I'd like nothing more.

(chuckles) These antibiotics should get him back on form.

You're sure?

Yes, I'm sure.

I can't tell you how it feels, Tristan.

Thank you so much.

No, humbug.

If we'd worked it out before your party, you wouldn't have had a ruined evening.

(chuckles) The evening might not be entirely ruined after all.

(horse nickers) Actually... (chuckles) (record player clicks) (slow big band song playing) (song continues) (song continues) (music fades) (door closes) (footsteps approaching) How were the concert?

Glorious-- absolutely glorious.

Quite lifted the spirits.

(laughs) I... I have a confession.

You were given a Military Cross, too?

I wouldn't put it past you.

(chuckles) Earlier, I were miffed with you.

James were run ragged on that bike, and you wouldn't listen.

No, I know.

And then Tristan were quite put out about the Drovers, but you paid him no mind whatsoever.

No wonder he's keeping secrets.

Yes, I shouldn't do things on my own like that.

Whirring around like a loose cog-- it's not fair on you all.

And, uh... Mr.

Farnon, time was, if Tris had said what he did about you and Miss Beauvoir, I would have already known your side of it.

You would have told me.

You're right.

That's true.

(door closes) (keys jangling) (classical music playing) Pleasant evening?

SIEGFRIED: You're in good spirits.

You were there a while.

Well, we listened to some music after all.

Not as bad as I thought, your Elgar chap.

Ah, the philistine takes his first step.

(laughs) The context may have helped.

One more, then we'll call it a night?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Mm.

♪ ♪ LADY CARTERET: To be seen in the company of the illustrious Forsytes.

Who wouldn't leap at the chance?

(clinking) This is our moment.

A golden opportunity.

SOAMES: They might speed you on your way to the fulfillment of your desires.

IRENE: To love and be loved, to trust and be trusted, to dance.

(Ann chuckles) It will be a dance.

(both chuckle) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Still coming to lunch tomorrow, aren't you?

Absolutely.

Do either of you have the foggiest idea about playing croquet?

(exhales) Oh, what on earth?

James!

Tristan?

(grunts in frustration) This came for you.

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