♪ ♪ Miss Beauvoir.

Charlotte.

♪ ♪ JAMES: Tristan Farnon stepping out with a society beauty at the event of the season!

And she asked me.

SIEGFRIED: Tristan, you could've told me you were decorated.

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

Thanks.

TRISTAN: It would've been fatal.

Thankfully, my brother worked it out.

Two brilliant horse men.

Thank you so much, Tristan.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (talking indistinctly) JENNY: Middle 'un.

Thank you.

Flat bottom, if you've got it.

(Rosie and Jimmy talking indistinctly) A sheep!

Baa!

ALDERSON: What the hell do you think you're doing?

Helping.

No, you're not-- you can't!

I thought you wanted help with the wall.

Aye, not with the putting.

Sorting's all you're good for.

Sorting?

Big.

Small.

Middle 'uns.

Funny-shaped ones.

You start off sorting, then picking.

After three or four years, you get to the putting.

Aye-- then you get to the putting.

Three or four years?

Listen, farming's a way of life.

It's in us bones.

You've got to live it to know it.

These two have lived it.

It's in us bones.

ALDERSON: Is that my voice you was meant to be doing then?

You cheeky so and so.

(both laughing) Come on, you've been promoted to picking.

JENNY: Oi, I were picking.

Have you been to the stables to check on Joan and the little 'un?

That's exactly where I'm off to next.

Good luck, James.

I think I can manage to pick up a few rocks.

Mm.

They-- stones!

They're not rocks you're picking up, they're stones.

Stones.

Make sure you give her plenty of... Plenty of hay, I know.

(gate opens) Rounded middle 'un.

(gate closes) Right, rounded... Middle-- here we go, this one looks about right.

Perfect.

Huh.

Are you kidding me?

(gate opens) JENNY: Come and see this!

♪ ♪ Come on, Rosie!

JAMES: Shall we take the baby to see the pony?

Come on, Jimmy, lad, let's go.

♪ ♪ I saw that, Dad.

Aye, I've got neighbors to think of.

Be a bloody laughingstock.

(gate opens and closes) Morning, Alice!

Ta.

(horse snorts, gate closes) Isn't she adorable?

(horse snorts) (James chuckles) She's getting cheeky.

Maybe that's what we should call her.

HELEN: I still think we should call her Cocoa.

ALDERSON: Cocoa and Candy?

Folk'll think we're running a blooming sweet shop.

(chuckling) ALDERSON: Ah, Candy, a grandmother.

Still can't believe it.

It's all downhill from now on, lass.

This came for you.

It's from nursing college.

♪ ♪ You got in.

I got in.

She got in!

(both laughing) (sighing): Thank you, Mrs.

Hall.

Very good.

(chuckles) (radio playing in background) Mr.

Farnon, I've a little request.

Oh?

Yes.

I'd like to request a leave to go to Edward's.

Mary's first birthday is coming up, weekend after next.

I see.

Would that be all right?

Yes, of course.

I'll be sure to make you a couple of pies, and hopefully that'll see you through.

I coped perfectly well before when you weren't here.

I won't need your pies.

TRISTAN: Mrs.

H?

I'm in dire straits.

I'm going riding with Charlotte later, and I fished out my breeches, and well, look.

Oh.

Possibly not the beautiful Yorkshire view she had in mind.

Would you like me to put a stitch in them?

If that's possible.

(chuckling): Course it is.

Thank you-- also, do either of you have the foggiest idea about playing croquet?

I believe when one plays on horseback, it's known as polo.

No, it's for tomorrow.

The general's croquet lunch.

Well, you'll excel at half of that.

I'd like him to think I'm not a complete neanderthal.

I'll see what I can think of.

You're a wonder.

I have me moments.

(door opens) And this man fought a war?

Won a war.

(door closes) James, cutting it a little fine this morning, don't you think?

Well, you're just finishing your breakfast.

To be early is to be on time, to be on time is to be late.

Cup of tea?

Please.

Out of the question.

Our work appointments call, onwards to work we go.

♪ ♪ Mrs.

Stokes and Hilda?

MRS.

STOKES: Oh, here.

Where's the goat?

Oh, she's lame.

And you came all the way here to tell me that without her?

Well, it's not quite as simple as that, Mr.

Farnon.

Oh, what on earth... (sighs) If, if you want me to look at her, you'll have to help me catch her.

Right you are.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Come here!

Come, come here at once!

Oh, heavens!

(Hilda bleats) Lame?!

That, that goat's not lame!

I could have sworn that I saw her this morning with a dodgy leg.

James!

Tristan?

Mr.

Farnon?

Mrs.

Hall, this is not a laughing matter!

I need James and Tristan to come out and help me here, pronto!

(bleats) (grunts) HELEN: St Thomas's Hospital, London.

(clicks tongue) Sounds right posh that, don't it?

It's where Florence Nightingale set up the first training school for nurses.

Did you hear that, Dad?

ALDERSON: Aye.

(water sloshing) HELEN: Florence Nightingale-- idn't that something, eh?

(sighing): Oh, aye.

HELEN: Ignore him.

He don't even know who Florence Nightingale is.

Oh, course I ruddy do.

It says here your registration date... It's in three weeks' time.

Three weeks?

JENNY: I could call up and see if I can defer.

Oh, you can't do that.

ALDERSON: No.

We haven't got a telephone.

Because she don't want to lose her place, Dad.

Well, if it's leaving you in the lurch, I could ask.

Maybe they'll keep my spot until next year.

HELEN: No, there's no telling they'll be willing to do that-- no, it's all right.

There's no need to fret, gives us plenty of time to get you sorted-- here.

Pass us that pad and pen.

What for?

A list.

We'll write everything down, and we'll cross it off as we go.

That way, we'll be sure not to miss anything.

I should sort the cows.

Aye, she should.

It's a big to-do moving to London, Dad!

It's not something you stumble into in nowt but your wellies.

Right.

Suppose I'll see to the cows, then, shall I?

Now I've washed me bloody hands.

Thanks, Dad, suppose you should.

Right, let's get you started.

(bell ringing) SIEGFRIED: Get off.

Get off!

Mrs.

Stokes, there is no sign of lameness in this goat.

Hm, are, are you sure, Mr.

Farnon?

Having finally concluded my examination, and bearing in mind her antics in the square, I'm quite sure.

Right, well, I'm, I'm sorry to have wasted your time.

No time wasted.

We're not a charity.

See Mrs.

Hall about my consultation fee.

Mm-hmm, come on.

(sighs, Hilda bleats) (people talking in background) HELEN: Thank you all for coming.

To my little sister, off to save lives in the big city.

We'll miss you, and London, you're very lucky to have her.

SIEGFRIED AND MRS.

HALL: Hear, hear!

JAMES: Congratulations, Jenny.

ALDERSON: Well, they'll not thank you for it, mind.

You know what they're like down there.

Miserable so-and-sos.

Oh, like a home from home, then.

(chuckles) Have you ever been to London, Richard?

No-- wouldn't want to, either.

Especially now it's been bombed out.

Thanks for that, Dad.

HELEN: Jenny'll be all right.

She'll make friends in no time.

That was certainly my experience in basic training.

Camaraderie with the lads, going out to the dance halls... ALDERSON: There'll be no dance halls.

SIEGFRIED: Yes, there was a little place called the Blue Lagoon I used to frequent in my younger days.

Would you mind?

Mixed clientele, but something for everyone, if you catch my drift.

(others laughing) ALDERSON: There'll be no catching of any drifts.

Dad, I've been to dances before.

ALDERSON: Not London dances, you haven't.

JAMES: Come on, Richard.

You can't keep her locked up forever.

I look forward to seeing you when your Rosie's leaving home.

HELEN: Jenny's not leaving home.

What?

Well, you're not, are you?

You're going to nursing college and then you're coming back.

I haven't given it much thought.

SIEGFRIED: Yes, you see, the fledgling spreads its wings and flies the nest, and all you can do is hope it doesn't get plucked out of the air by some passing eagle.

Or, worse, come back like my brother... Ow!

You've done a lovely job with this cake, Helen.

Oh, thank you.

When are you going to see little Mary?

Week on Sunday.

HELEN: Oh, bet you can't wait.

MRS.

HALL: I can't.

I'm really looking forward to seeing her.

She'll have changed so much.

JIMMY: This cake is nice.

How long are you going for?

MRS.

HALL: Well, until the birthday cake runs out, I should imagine.

(chuckling) ALDERSON: What will you do without her, Siegfried?

Carry on.

As I always have.

♪ ♪ TRISTAN: Thank you.

CHARLOTTE: Thank you.

(horse nickers) (Charlotte laughs) I'm very impressed with your riding.

You say that like I wasn't clinging on for dear life the entire time.

(laughs) You're still coming to lunch tomorrow, aren't you?

Absolutely.

Love a croquet lunch.

As long as you're no Aunt Emma.

What, is she hopeless?

It's what you call a dull player.

Yeah, of course, of course-- no.

No one's ever called me Aunt Emma.

I rather thought not.

So does General Beauvoir know I'm coming as your, um... ...your paramour?

Oh, is, is that what you are?

Yes.

Ah!

Although I'm not entirely sure what one is, actually.

(chuckles) I don't need my father to approve of my choice of paramour.

It's been tried.

Not with a vet, I suspect.

Once he spends some time with you away from the stables, he'll be fine.

Wait until he gets an eyeful of me whacking the ball through the posts.

Hoops.

Mm, precisely!

(laughs) SIEGFRIED: So, Jenny, is there much preparatory reading?

They sent a list of books.

Mr.

Farnon could lend you some of his books.

Happen human anatomy is a bit different.

(others laughing) JENNY: Aye.

MRS.

HALL: Where will you be staying?

I'll find out when I get there.

What?

Oh, you'll just knock on London's door and say, "Hello, I'm Jenny Alderson-- can I kip here for the night?"

I'm sure Jenny's thought about it.

ALDERSON: Oh, aye.

Sounds like it.

They sort the accommodation.

At least I think they do.

(exhales) It'll be fine.

Stop mithering and eat some more cake.

We're worried about you.

You don't need to be.

Someone should go and check up on the horses.

Excuse me.

♪ ♪ HELEN: She's no idea what she's getting into.

She imagines they'll just roll out the red carpet for her like she's Dick blooming Whittington.

(chuckles): Helen.

I asked her to make a list.

Have a look at the state of that.

Wellies, socks.

Seems sensible so far.

Yeah, I were helping her to start with-- keep reading.

Knickers times three-- Helen, I'm not sure I should be reading this.

Three?

Three pairs?

Don't know what she thinks she'll be wearing the other four days of the week.

Maybe she plans on turning them inside out.

Don't.

Sorry.

Helen, she'll work it out.

Are you all right?

It's not me we need to be worried about.

It's her.

She's not ready.

Not one bit of it.

♪ ♪ (people talking in background) (pan sizzling) Mm, what are you doing?

Fancied an omelet-- good use of stale bread.

I was about to ask Mrs.

Hall for some proper lunch before I go out.

Man cannot survive on cucumber sandwiches alone.

Mrs.

Hall is outside, learning the rules of croquet for your benefit.

What, really?

You don't need to bother her every time you want anything.

She's not at our beck and call.

We could all just share the load a little more.

As long as you don't expect me to eat that.

"How do you like your eggs, sir?"

"Oh, incinerated."

I'm quite capable of preparing a meal.

I was in the Army-- they used to teach you to look after yourself, once upon a time.

Oh, it's burning.

Well, yes, now it's burning, because you distracted me.

Are you sure you don't want me to ask Mrs.

Hall?

I'm perfectly fine, thank you.

Okay.

(radio playing in background) (door opens and closes) ♪ ♪ Mrs.

Hall?

Let's give this croquet business a quick go, shall we?

Oh, I got you this from the library and all.

(exhales): Nice!

Go on, then.

Have a whirl.

(groans) What?

♪ ♪ (birds chirping, livestock bleating) (trunk thudding) Already?

You've packed everything?

All done-- I did the list, like you said.

You can check it-- everything's crossed off.

(exhales) I didn't want you worrying.

Thank you.

Writing it all down really helped.

That's what I'm here for.

The only thing was the towels.

I wasn't sure which to take.

Oh, I'll sort that out.

Have you been down the stables?

Uh, no, not yet.

Well, I'd better go, then.

(footsteps departing) ♪ ♪ (door opens and closes) HELEN: Uh, sorting, picking, putting.

Me dad'll have your guts for garters.

We Scots know a thing about building walls, too.

How do you think we kept you Sassenachs at bay so long?

(both laugh) Is it bad?

Mm... Oh, it's bad, isn't it?

A few minor adjustments, it won't be terrible.

That's a bar just low enough for me to clear.

(chuckles) Feeling all right this morning?

Good.

James!

♪ ♪ JENNY: She didn't seem herself.

When I checked, she felt really hot.

103.

That is quite high.

What can we do to help her?

The first question is, what's causing it?

HELEN: What you looking for?

I just need to examine her.

ALDERSON: Was she not showing any signs earlier?

JENNY: I'm not sure.

I don't think so.

Aye.

Jenny, would you mind nipping to the car, grab me my stethoscope?

(gate opens) (softly): Thank you.

All right, girl.

This won't take a moment.

All right.

(exhales) Uh, strike!

What?

You went to swing the ball and you tapped it.

Well, I didn't mean to!

It don't matter if you meant to or not, says here that's a strike.

I was only getting into position.

Rules are rules.

(groans) How many people are you expecting at this do, then?

Mm.

I'm not sure.

With any luck, I'll just fade into the background.

Really?

That's the plan-- head down and try and make it out of there with my dignity intact.

Oh, they're no better than you.

Much as this practice has helped, Mrs.

H, I can assure you they are a lot better than me.

(chuckles): I'm saying they might have a big house and servants and the like, but they're not better people.

Yeah, I know that.

(exhales) (shatters) What was that?

Tristan?

(door closes) Sorry, Mr.

Farnon, we got a bit carried away with this croquet practice.

Ah, well, not to worry, these things happen.

Shall I clear that up for you?

No, no, I, I'll do it.

No, it's no trouble.

I'll go and get the dustpan and brush.

(door opens) Summat's not right.

What do you mean?

(door closes) Well, he hardly batted an eyelid.

Enjoy it while it lasts, I say.

Have another go-- go.

(breathes deeply): Okay.

Yes!

See?

What did I tell you?

You just have to be your charming self.

(exhales) Lungs are noisy.

She has a raised temperature.

It's pneumonia.

What she needs is a long course of Prontosil.

ALDERSON: Aye, that'll see her right, then, will it?

It depends how well she responds to treatment.

♪ ♪ Let's hope the fever will come down, she'll get her appetite back, and she'll start feeding.

I'll stay, keep an eye on her.

♪ ♪ JAMES: Jenny's almost ready, I see.

What about you?

What about me?

Now, sometimes, our greatest qualities can be our greatest challenges.

Go on.

It's natural you don't want to lose her.

You've been a mum to Jenny for most of her life-- it'll be a big wrench.

When I left home, my ma wasn't at all pleased.

You're not about to compare me to your mother?

(chuckles) It was hard for her, though.

It was hard for me, too.

I want Jenny to go, but only if she's ready.

No one's ever ready, are they?

I wasn't.

But it led to the greatest adventure of my life-- I met you.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ Towels, towels... Oh!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (murmuring) HELEN: It were my mum's, her mum's before that, and her mum's before that.

Each patch represents a different moment in our lives.

What's this one?

Mum and Dad's wedding.

Ah.

(chuckles) Me grandma sewed that one on.

Aw.

And then me mum did the last one for our Jenny Wren.

There.

Ah.

(door opens) James, I need you in the stable.

Hurry up, lad.

♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) MRS.

HALL: That were Mrs.

Stokes on the telephone-- her Hilda's still lame.

She wants you to go and have a look at her.

She really did seem quite insistent.

Of course.

Right, well, I'll get on with the lunch.

Oh, no need, I've eaten.

You've eaten?

Yes.

What have you eaten?

Sardines.

What, you don't want a cooked lunch?

No, I, I don't want to trouble you.

Mr.

Farnon.

Is everything all right?

Yes.

You're sure?

Without question.

Right you are.

Oh, Tris, you look very smart.

SIEGFRIED: When are you going to this croquet luncheon?

Soon.

Well, be sure to take the Beauvoirs' bill with you.

Sorry?

For treating Charlotte's horse.

You want me to go there with a bill?

He's got it!

No, I can't do that.

Yes, you can.

I'm their guest.

If you must fraternize with the clientele, let it not be at the expense of the business.

(chuckling) And you're the model of professionalism, I suppose!

(footsteps departing) MRS.

HALL: I take it you won't want lunch, either, if you're off out?

TRISTAN: Au contraire, Mrs.

Hall.

I need to keep up my strength for today.

Good!

(chuckles) Glad someone still needs me services.

(chuckles) JAMES: There's nothing to worry about.

Her temperature's lower and she seems much brighter.

And what about Joan?

She seems a bit under the weather.

She's not coming down with it and all, is she?

(softly): Easy.

Well, she does feel a bit warm.

Lungs sound fine.

So it's not pneumonia.

Good girl.

Ah, her udder is hot and swollen.

It could be because the foal stopped feeding.

So it could be mastitis.

We need to draw the udder to check.

(Joan groans) Aye, there are clots.

She has mastitis.

We need to strip out the milk.

Fetch me some warm water, please.

Aye.

She'll be in a lot of pain, won't she?

I'm afraid so.

(coos) Poor love.

We should've caught that sooner, shouldn't we, eh?

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry.

♪ ♪ CHARLOTTE: Thank you, Derek.

Well, I could get used to this chauffeur business.

Only problem, he wouldn't stop at the Drovers.

Yeah, he was under strict instructions.

Look at you.

How did you defeat the Nazis, with dashing good looks?

Do you think the same will work on your father?

Any strategy that works is fine.

Mm.

How about running fast in the opposite direction?

Not that one.

(both talking softly) BEAUVOIR: Captain Farnon.

Somewhat overdressed for the stables, aren't you?

He's not here to see Philbrick.

You know very well that Tristan is my guest.

(exhales) Lord Neville Gladwin.

Owns everything from Rook Hill down to the river.

Captain Tristan Farnon.

Vet.

NEVILLE: Vet, is it?

Spend a lot of time with your arm up a cow's backside, I shouldn't wonder.

(both chuckling) Remind me not to shake hands with you.

(chuckles) I must say, I'm looking forward to playing some croquet.

Don't worry.

I'm no Aunt Edna.

Emma.

Emma.

BEAUVOIR: Croquet?

I hardly think so.

Not with these ground conditions.

(stammers) Not to worry.

It gives you boys a chance to get to know one another better.

♪ ♪ (brake engages, engine stops) (car door opens and closes) Mrs.

Stokes?

(knocks) Hello?

(calling): Hello?

(bell ringing) (murmuring): God's sake.

(Hilda bleating) Oh, God!

Shh!

(softly): This way, Mr.

Farnon.

(Hilda bleats) (gate opens and closes) Thank you.

How's she doing now, then?

She's doing well, but she'll be tender.

A pituitary injection will help let the milk go down.

Should be easier to strip out.

The foal'll get weak if she don't feed.

ALDERSON: He's just said, she'll be tender-- it's not fair.

Well, technically... You can't force the foal on her.

(Joan groans) HELEN: It's hard work being a mum, idn't it, eh, girl?

(snorts) But you gotta try, even when it hurts.

Especially when it hurts.

JAMES: I think we might be getting somewhere.

JENNY: What happened?

ALDERSON: Oh, nothing, love.

Just a bit of a to-do with her piping, that's all.

James is helping her out.

JAMES: Let's get the foal on the other teat.

It won't be as painful.

All right, go on.

(Joan snorts softly) All right, girl.

(Helen clears throat) Come on, that's it.

That's it.

♪ ♪ Come on, girl.

(groans softly) Come on.

That's it.

That's it.

Easy.

(neighs, snorts) Easy.

Can I try?

(softly): It's all right.

She's your little girl, don't you see?

You don't want her going hungry, and being sad, do you?

You want her big and strong.

♪ ♪ (foal lapping) (softly): That's it.

You take care of her.

(snorts) Good girl.

♪ ♪ (gate closes) ♪ ♪ (snorts) (sheep bleating) We've got to let her go.

I know, love-- I know we do.

(sheep bleating) I suppose we may slowly see things return to normality now.

God knows we've had to make do and mend long enough.

(billiard balls clacking) My great hope is that we get the opera back.

Losing the Royal Opera House during wartime was an absolute tragedy.

I think most Londoners needed a dance hall more than they needed some warbling Italians, Daddy.

(Neville chuckles) BEAUVOIR: One of the great institutions of our nation, the R.O.H.

Absolutely.

I mean, what have we been fighting for if not, um... ...Handel?

A German?

NEVILLE: Up for billiards, General?

CHARLOTTE: Why don't you give Tristan a game?

TRISTAN: No, no.

No, no, Neville's been waiting a while, so... NEVILLE: Oh, nonsense.

Be my guest.

Show us what you're made of.

Set them up.

(softly): Okay.

♪ ♪ Where's the rest of the balls?

You don't have the first idea how to play, do you?

(sighs) He already thinks I'm a peasant.

I have no intention of confirming it beyond all doubt.

There's three balls.

Two white cue balls, one with a black spot on it.

The red goes on that spot.

Right.

Let's give them a good pasting, shall we?

(Hilda bleating) I'm sorry, Mrs.

Stokes, I've done some unusual things in my time as a vet, but... Ten more minutes.

Ten?

If I stay in this position a moment longer, I'll never get up again.

Look.

There, see?

(Hilda bleats) (bell jangles) She is carrying her front left hoof.

So she is.

(bleats, bell jangles) (bleats) (exhales) BEAUVOIR: Shake a leg.

We shall be here all day.

(whistles softly) (grunts) Damn.

But that's points to you.

(chuckling) How much of the General's whisky have you had, Farnon?

So, I imagine you never had much choice other than to go into the family business?

No, I enjoy spending time with wild, untamed creatures.

But it's not just about my brother.

I like the animals, too.

(chuckles) (sighs) Oh, bad luck.

I suppose it's about what you're born to, isn't it?

CHARLOTTE: Money's not the be-all and end-all, Father.

All I'm saying is, it takes a certain disposition.

Great shot.

BEAUVOIR: Red's gone down twice from the spot, goes to the middle.

(cue taps) Anyone would think you didn't know the game.

TRISTAN: Well, I've played plenty of bar billiards, but no one seems to have made that deliberately baffling.

(chuckles) Well, why on earth didn't you say so, man?

TRISTAN: I'm sorry, General.

I don't know much about croquet, or opera, or, or where the red ball's supposed to go.

But I do know a lot about sticking my hand up a cow's backside.

The fee, sir.

For saving Charlotte's horse.

♪ ♪ HELEN: Good girl.

Good girl.

I've been looking for you.

I've just been here, willing this little lady better.

She looks brighter than before.

Mm.

Here's hoping.

Helen?

Yes?

I can't do it.

I can't go.

Jenny.

I'm not a nurse.

I'm not a city girl-- this is my home.

I can't leave.

(softly): Oh.

You daft thing.

♪ ♪ (bleats softly) Well?

I don't believe it.

You don't believe what?

Poor Hilda has shelly hoof.

Shelly what?

Hoof.

The horn has started to come away from the hoof.

It's formed a cavity, which is filled with soil and dung.

Oh, aye?

Mrs.

Stokes, I apologize.

Ooh, that's all well and good, Mr.

Farnon, but I reckon it's not me you should be apologizing to.

Hilda, I'm sorry for not seeing this sooner.

(bleats softly) Do you accept his apology, Hilda love?

(bleats) Oh, well, to be fair on Mr.

Farnon, it was you playing silly beggars, pretending everything was all right, when it clearly wasn't.

Can't quarrel with that.

(Hilda bleats) Prancing around like a right silly old goat.

(chuckles) She does accept your apology.

Jolly good.

Goats sometimes behave like this, Mrs.

Stokes, pretending they're not hurt, in order to protect themselves.

Aye, that's right.

(Hilda bleating) Well, in my book, that's a ruddy foolish thing to do.

(chuckles) Well, I must've taught you well.

Nice and sturdy.

No gaps.

Still be stood long after I've gone, this.

Mm.

You've James to thank for that.

James did that?

Picking and putting.

Jenny says she's not going now.

Because of me?

Because she's scared, and she's looking for a reason not to.

When your mother passed, I just buried me head in the sand.

Left you to bring up your sister, doing what I couldn't.

I put far too much on your young shoulders, far too much.

You say it like Jenny was a burden.

She weren't.

Far from it.

She were the reason I got up every morning.

The reason I were able to live again.

Aye, you had plans and dreams of your own, though, didn't you?

It's not what you wanted.

And look at what I got instead, eh?

James, children.

I grew up closer to Jenny than any sister could have.

Aye, but still... I appreciate it.

♪ ♪ I'd do it all again.

So, I can tell Jenny that you're happy for her to go?

Well, happy's a bit of a stretch, but... I'm fine with it, love.

♪ ♪ And James definitely did this wall, did he?

Mm!

Do he want to do rest of 'em?

(laughs) In the wrong bloody job.

♪ ♪ HELEN: All right, Jenny Wren.

Ooh, these two look better.

You haven't called me that in years.

No.

I like it.

Reminds me of... You can say it.

Mum.

It's what she always used to call me.

You know what she'd say?

"Be brave, my Jenny Wren."

That she would.

You can leave this place, but it'll always run through your veins.

But I'd miss you all.

So much.

Yes, but you're not to worry about this place, or Dad, or the children.

And as for being worried about London, well... I think London's the one that should be worried.

I don't know anything about it.

I don't know where anything is.

I don't know anyone.

That's what adventures are for, idn't it?

Discovering all them things.

You never got your adventure.

I know you're not my mum, not really.

But you are-- you are.

What else are wrens meant to do, eh, but flourish and fly?

What about Dad?

He's pleased for you.

Deep down, where it matters.

Very deep down.

I know he is.

HELEN: He came up with a name for her.

Florence.

After Florence Nightingale.

It's perfect.

Took us long enough.

(both chuckle) ♪ ♪ (footsteps approaching) (people talking in background) You certainly made an impression.

I'm so sorry.

I don't know why I thought I could swing this.

I belong in the stables, not in there.

You belong right here, with me.

I made a fool of myself.

You did.

It was wonderful.

(imitating): I do know about putting my hand up a cow's backside.

(both laugh) Perhaps not my finest repartee.

I, I think we had a lucky escape.

Imagine the damage you could've done with a croquet mallet.

I practiced.

You didn't.

I bloody practiced!

(laughing): That's so sweet.

TRISTAN: I was ready to lie convincingly about croquet.

Okay, Aunt Edna.

(both laugh) Captain Farnon.

(clears throat) Sir?

I have your fee.

Thank you.

I'm just waiting for the car to come round.

Oh, I don't want you to misunderstand me, Farnon-- uh, Captain.

There's no one I'd trust more with my horses.

He trusts you with his horses.

Praise indeed.

I, uh, lost her once before, I'm sure she told you, to the Auxiliary Territorial Service, in Italy.

I wasn't lost.

You could've been.

I wanted the world for her once.

Now, I just want her home.

And I want her happy.

I like seeing her happy.

Next time, you teach me bar billiards.

♪ ♪ HELEN: That's it.

Play nicely, Jimmy.

ALDERSON: What are you up to?

Sewing me patch.

Oh, it's lovely.

HELEN: It's Candy, Joan, and the foal.

I'm not sure it's as good as me mum's, to be honest.

ALDERSON: Her two beautiful girls.

HELEN: Are you seeing things?

Where am I?

It's just a wren.

ALDERSON: You're the sun.

♪ ♪ (clears throat) (door opens) (Alderson clears throat) Oh, hey up-- what've you got there?

For the children.

Thought they might as well have them now.

No point in me hanging on to them.

HELEN: Idn't that kind?

Uh, excuse me, what do you say to your Auntie Jenny?

Ta.

JENNY: You're very welcome.

They're for both of you, though, to share.

Here you are, Rosie.

Aw.

Aw.

Thank you.

Good boy.

Rosie's gonna love those.

Them were yours.

JENNY: Yes.

Found them down the back of me wardrobe.

Might as well put them to good use.

I've got something for you and all.

Me?

Don't know if you can quite call it a present, more a question.

Right?

How about you come with me, to London?

What?

Just to settle me in.

You don't need me.

I want you to come.

It can be our adventure together.

♪ ♪ It's all right by me, love.

He suggested it to me.

(clears throat) (sniffs) (chuckles) Oh!

(laughs, sniffles) Hi, Rosie.

JAMES: London, eh?

Yeah.

For a few weeks.

What did you say?

I told her I couldn't go.

I'm not leaving you on your own with the children.

You should go.

(laughs) I mean it.

It'd be good for you both.

Well, what will you do?

I look after myself well enough, don't you worry about that.

And the children?

(inhales) One each.

Jimmy.

Rosie.

Just promise me one thing.

Aye?

On this wee trip, you're not going to fall in love with some handsome London hero soldier and run away with him, are you?

Oh, I hadn't thought about that.

But now you mention it... Careful!

Eh?

Careful!

(water splashing) No, stop it!

Stop it, stop it!

I'm kidding, I'm kidding!

(both laugh) Oh, all right, all right.

I promise I won't go running off with anyone.

(chuckles) (door closes) (radio playing) (footsteps approaching) What's all this?

I'm sewing dresses for our Mary and little Rosie.

Oh, lovely.

Or trying to.

Been trying to thread this needle so long, me eyes have gone funny.

Give it to me.

Your eyes are worse than mine.

(sighs) Ah, I see what it is.

Eh, you're frayed.

Am I, heck.

Scissors, please.

I've just been dealing with Hilda.

It's a rather curious case.

The goat?

Yes, it seems that she's reluc-- thank you.

(scissors cut) Hilda has shelly hoof.

It's a very painful condition.

But she's reluctant to show it.

Doesn't want to upset her keeper.

So, she keeps it in, which only makes the condition worse.

Oh, nearly.

Next time.

Here's hoping.

(chuckles) And I sometimes think that's a coping mechanism not entirely alien to the human condition.

I see.

Do you?

A little bit.

Not really.

Hilda has shelly hoof.

Right.

It can be very painful, very painful indeed.

Mr.

Farnon, are you reluctant to admit you've been feeling a little bit afraid?

When you go to Edward's, are you coming back?

Because I'd rather just know.

I'll only be gone for a few days.

Right.

Good, then.

What, am I doing this now?

I'll be honest with you, Mrs.

Hall, I can't see a bloody thing.

♪ ♪ HELEN (whispering): Jenny.

Jenny.

(whispering): All right?

It's done.

It's beautiful.

Over to you.

Me?

You're an Alderson girl, aren't you?

It's time to sew your little patch of the world.

What?

It's just, I don't quite know what that is yet.

There's no rush.

I'll save it for when you're ready.

Hang on.

Let's not fold it away, though, eh?

Let these two keep it warm for me, till I'm ready.

ALDERSON: Let me know if you need owt.

Will do.

What's this?

Telephone.

Dad?

Really?

JENNY: I thought you said they were witchcraft.

Sh.

What are you gawping at, Fishface?

I just... I can't believe it.

Believe it.

Thank you.

Thank you, this is going to make my life so much easier.

ALDERSON: Not just for you.

It's for our Jenny here, so she can telephone me from that there London every Sunday night, without fail.

Course you did.

Of course.

(both chuckle) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (horse nickering) 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.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MRS.

HALL: Jimmy's been a wonderful helper.

Thank goodness you're here, Mr.

Farnon.

JAMES: I don't think you realize how bad it actually is.

How much business we've lost.

JAMES: They need an attending vet urgently.

SIEGFRIED: An unlicensed track.

I want nothing to do with it.

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