04x05 - Papers

[bunniefuu]

[theme music]

[serene music]

[James]
The clutch! The clutch, Richard!

[Carmody]
I am disengaging the transmission.

[James] No, the other foot!

[Carmody] Ugh!

[James] Just take your time.

-Clutch first, then gear...
-I'm clutching!

Both hands on the wheel!

They don't teach you things
like this in the manual.

Like the fact there might be
other vehicles on the road?

[Carmody] The books
made it sound so simple!

-I can't do this!
-[James] You can!

Look, if you want to be a vet
in the Dales, you have to!

[James]
How can you still be this bad?

I'm sorry, Richard. I just need...

Let's try again.

Nice and easy.

-Nice and easy.
-[engine starts]

-[engine sputters]
-[brakes squeal]

[groans]

[radio announcer]
With the Germans intensifying

to destroy fighter command,
Britain is facing

its greatest test.

In this country's darkest hour,

it is the brave pilots
of the Royal Air Force

to whom we must
look to defend our nation

and save her
from n*zi occupation...

-You shouldn't be up here.
-[Jess whines]

I know.

[radio announcer] ...last line of
defence against the n*zi invasion.

At regular hours,
the n*zi bombers come over.

While the public take shelter,
RAF pilots take off

to destroy the enemy.

Lucky for you I'm running late.

[James] The thing to remember
about driving

-is that there's no hurry.
-[door closes]

Slow and steady wins the race.

I can't imagine that's true.
In fact, it seems to me

terrible advice for someone
who wants to win a race.

It's a fable, Carmody.
The tortoise and the hare.

A story predicated on the
fundamentally illogical premise

that animals are capable of hubris.

Save me, I'm begging you.

[Mrs Hall] I agree with him...

sometimes you have to
throw caution to the wind.

[Carmody] Thank you, Mrs Hall.

[Helen]
How'd the driving lesson go?

Great. He's really making progress.

[Helen] Ah! That's good.

Shall we go to the Drovers
and have a drink?

That sounds lovely.

Hadn't we ought
to get to Mrs Pumphrey's?

Six o'clock, you told her.

[Helen] We've only got
two nights left together.

Argh! Right. Yes.
I'm so sorry. I completely forgot.

It shouldn't take long,
maybe we can go when I'm back.

[Siegried] James!
Could you come in here?

I'll be... with my books.

You know why
he's keeping himself so busy.

I'm doing the same.

I must've folded his shirts
a thousand times.

-Hmm.
-[Helen] Right. What can I do?

[Mrs Hall]
The pie needs to come out...

in 40 minutes. I've set the table.
You just need to boil the veg.

Your hair looks nice.

-Oh, really?
-[water sloshing]

-Gerald's back from the Lakes.
-Oh?

He's cooking me dinner.

He's cooking? Has he invited you
to his house before?

Not properly.

Why're you smiling like that?

-I'm not smiling.
-It's just tea. Nothing more.

I don't think.

Hey! Don't forget your trifle.

Oh!

And your apron.

[chuckles]

[James] ...everything will carry on
as normal.

Finding a sufficiently
skilled deputy was no mean feat,

you're in excellent hands.

And who is that, exactly?

[James] I'm sorry?

That skilled deputy.

Well, it's Richard here.

He's an excellent vet,
Mrs Pumphrey.

I think perhaps
you just got off on the wrong foot.

[Mrs Pumphrey] Very well.

Now Tricki.
Don't let us forget our manners.

You do realise
he can't understand you?

[Carmody] The reason he responds
is likely down to intonation,

but there's no current research

which points to a deeper level
of comprehension.

Then how do you think he knows
when it's his din-dins?

[Carmody] He has a slight
skin irritation, have you noticed?

Of course I'd noticed!

It's anxiety brought on
by Uncle Herriot's leaving.

A more likely explanation is that
he has an allergy...

grass or pollen probably.
His eyes are a little watery.

[Mrs Pumphrey]
Well obviously, they are!

His heart's not made of stone!

[Carmody] Right.

If you like, I can give you
some food supplements.

There's something called
an essential fatty acid

found in certain fish
which might help.

Is he trying to bamboozle us,
Uncle Herriot?

I don't like to be bamboozled.

It's certainly worth a try.

Well, I'm sure if you say so.

Where's Cedric today?

[Mrs Pumphrey] Uh, he's out
in the garden somewhere.

[Carmody] I'd be happy
to take a look at him, too.

Oh. Thank you.

[door closes]

If you could find an opportunity
to impress upon Mister Farnon

how well he's getting on,
I'd really appreciate it.

He has a great deal to learn.

Until you return,
we shall see only Uncle Farnon,

-isn't that right, Tricki?
-[barks]

Yes!
[chuckles]

[Mrs Hall]
You barely touched yours.

Often the way when I cook.

Well, let me take these.

[Gerald] No, no. Leave it.

-I'll do it later.
-Oh, I don't mind.

Please. Audrey.

I think I need a brandy.
Would you like one?

Thank you.

[Gerald] Large or small?

-Small. Or... large.
-[glugs]

[Mrs Hall clears throat]

-Audrey, I need to...
-Is everything alright?

[chuckles]
Sorry,

you go.

You know how much
I care about you, Audrey.

The time
we've spent together has been...

the happiest of my life.

Mine too.

I never imagined
when you get to our age,

you... you never think that
you might meet someone who

changes your life
the way you have mine.

And so, when I got the news
about your divorce,

I was c*ck a hoop,

because I always hoped...

Go on.

It's Lillian.

Your sister?

She's really struggling.

Oh...

I see.

[Gerald] She's breathless
all the time. It's so much worse

than she made out in her letters.

She's not coping so well
on her own.

Does this mean...

are you leaving?

There's nothing I'd love
more than for you to come with me

but I know I can't ask that of you.

You must do what's best for her,
of course you should. But...

you'll be back, though?

I hope so...

I don't know.

[melancholic music playing]

[James]
I filled the car up with petrol.

Put a full tank in for you.

Thank you.
How's Carmody's driving by the way?

Can he be trusted on his own?

Nearly.

Nearly!
What bloody use is "nearly"?

Mister Farnon.

He's making progress,
give him a few more weeks

-and he'll be grand.
-[Siegfried] A few more weeks?

It's a four-speed
Vauxhall not a seven-man tank!

He's getting there. Slowly.

[Siegfried]
Oh for God's sake! Slowly?

Nearly?

I tell you what, I'll take him out
judge for myself.

Are you sure that's a good idea?

[Siegfried] Why wouldn't it be?

Well, perhaps he'd be better
with me teaching him or Helen.

Less chance of the poor boy
rupturing an eardrum.

What are you implying?
I'm known for my patience.

[Siegried] If he can't get about
under his own steam,

what's the point of him being here?

[Carmody] Morning.

What's the point of who being here?

-We're going for a drive.
-[keys clinking]

[Siegfried]
Let's see what you're made of.

Just try to stay calm.

[door opens]

[door opens]

[light music]

Put your foot down, man!
You'll never cut the mustard

if you drive like an old codger!

James said I should go slow.

Don't you worry about all that,
you do everything I say

and you'll be alright.

[Siegried] It's about confidence.
Once you've realised

everyone else on the road
is an imbecile, it's plain sailing.

[Siegried] That's it...

[engine revving]

Bravo, that's the spirit!

[engine revving intensifies]

There we go!
[laughs]

[Siegried] Now then.
Press on up the middle,

they'll have to let you through.

You're the boss.

This chap doesn't seem to think so.

Hold your nerve, Carmody. Remember
from the animals' point of view,

we're an emergency service.

But we're not on a call.

Don't be pedantic.

[horn honks]

Get out of the way!

[light tense music]

Look out!

Look out!

[brakes squealing]

You nearly broke my car!

[car door closes]

What kind of half-wit drives down
the middle of the road like that?

Ah. Good morning, Mrs Pumphrey.

This isn't your usual car.

It's my weekend car.

Mister Farnon, was that you driving
like a lunatic?

You scared Tricki half to death!

[car door closes]

Oh! I should have known.

Monsieur? We have a problem.

[uneasy music playing]

[Carmody] Oh my goodness.

Is it dead?

[Siegried] It's still alive.

Just.

[Carmody] Did I hit it?

Oh, gosh, I hit it, didn't I?

Oh, thank you, Audrey,
I was gonna do that.

Oh, I don't mind.

Part of me wishes
I wasn't going anywhere,

I just want to be here with him.

At least you'll get to spend
some time together.

What's up?

[sighs]

Gerald's moving away.

Where?

[Mrs Hall] The Lakes.

His sister's health
is getting worse.

[Helen] Oh, Audrey, I'm so sorry.

For how long?

For good. I think.
[sighs]

I don't want to lose him.

If this w*r's taught us anything,

it's to grab on to the things
you cherish every moment.

Ready to go?

Mrs H, thank you!

[Mrs Hall] It's nothing fancy.

Just some sandwiches
and cake and whatnot.

-[James] It's perfect.
-You two have a wonderful day.

Don't hurry back.

-[James] How'd it go?
-[Siegried] He ran over a cat!

[James] What happened?

I think it would be wise
if Carmody wasn't allowed

behind a wheel again.

Sorry, old chap, I'm going to need
your help with this one.

[Siegried]
Helen, could you take him through

to the surgery
while we get it ready?

-Well, we were supposed to be...
-No, it's alright, James.

It's alright.

It's all my fault.
I wasn't paying attention.

Don't blame yourself.

These things happen
to the best of us.

Have you any idea
who he belongs to?

There's no collar or identity disc.

His claws look fine to me.
Have a look, Siegfried.

Yes. All intact.

Which means?

When cats get run over,
they freeze and prepare themselves

for impact by digging their claws
into the road.

It wasn't my fault.

[James]
He's got a nasty compound fracture.

Abrasion on the abdomen.

He might have had a fall
or been hit

by some farming machinery.

-So what do you think?
-The poor chap's in a bad way.

It might be best
to put him out of his misery.

-I agree.
-I'll do it.

How would you feel about doing it?

[James] If you want to be a vet,
you've got to at some point.

You're right. I'll do it.

I won't be much use around here
if just do the easy stuff.

[James] Good man.

Sorry, little man.

[soft purring]

Do you hear that?

Extraordinary, in his state.

[soft purring]

Is there really nowt we can do?

It's a tricky operation
to realign and reset the bone,

he may not survive.

[James] It just depends how much
fight he's got left in him.

Even if he did,
it's a grim recovery.

He'd be in a lot of pain.

It really might be
the kindest thing.

It's not just him surviving
the operation. Afterwards...

[Helen]
He'd need round-the-clock care.

I'll do it...

I'll nurse him.

Please, James.
I know it's a big commitment.

Spoon-feeding him
every couple of hours

until he get his strength up,
I know that.

And I know he might not make it.

But we've got to give him a chance.

He's all on his own,
he's got no one to look after him.

Please.

I'm really not sure.

I know...

but we're going to give it a try.

It might not work,
but we've got to give it a go.

Thank you.

Carmody. Chloroform, surgical kit,
saline solution,

sulphurnilamide powder,
bandages, please.

I'll get some boiling water
and fresh towels.

[tools clinking]

Very nice.

-What happens next time then?
-What do you mean?

Next time there's an operation
requires two vets.

And the time after that?

-[James] Carmody's a good vet.
-Maybe so.

But he'll never be able
to replace you.

You sacked me
within 24 hours, remember?

You thought I was incompetent.

You have to face up to it
sooner or later, Siegfried.

Because this time tomorrow,
I'll be gone.

Carmody! Get in here!

Go and be with your wife.

-Not until I've made sure...
-James!

I suspect I'm not the only one
with his head in the sand.

Stand there, hold that.

[tools clattering]

The cat will be alright.
I promise you.

Thank you.

-[gentle music playing]
-[birds chirping]

[door opens]

Oh! Shouldn't you be on a picnic?

Is he alright?

[Siegried] Carmody!

Well, we had some trouble
re-aligning the bone...

and he lost more blood
than we'd like, but he's alive.

[Helen] Thank you.

[Mrs Hall] Darrowby 2297?

-We made a bed for him.
-Oscar.

That's what we're calling him.

[Helen] I know
we shouldn't get attached.

But he can't just be the cat.

[Mrs Hall] That was Mrs Pumphrey.

She's all in a tizz about Tricki.

Absolutely not.

I've got to go and see a Great Dane
somewhere up there,

Carmody and I can go together.

I'm not sure about that.
Mrs Pumphrey has yet to...

warm to me.

[Mrs Hall] Well then,
it'll be a good test for you.

Time to cut the apron strings.

Excellent. Come on then.

Into the car! Chop chop!

Oh, for God's sake, I'll drive.

[footsteps approaching]

Has he woken up yet?

Not yet.
I'm just making him some broth.

And how are you holding up?

Up and down.

We're here, Mister Farnon and me.

I'd give anything
to have one more week with him.

I know, love.

There he is!

What a day you've had of it,
wee man, eh?

James, I know this isn't exactly
the send off we had planned...

Helen. We did the right thing.

[Helen] I want us to be there
when he wakes up.

Is that alright?

I just...

I think I've had an idea.

[happy music playing]

Look, you're going to have to get
behind the wheel

again at some point.

I just can't do it, Mr Farnon,
it's as simple as that.

[Mrs Pumphrey] I'm not surprised,

given that you nearly
finished off poor Tricki.

Mrs Pumphrey, how nice to see you.

I'm so glad you found time for us,
Uncle Farnon.

[Siegried] Um, as a matter of fact
I was just giving

young Carmody here a lift.

I have another appointment,
I'm afraid.

I thought I made it quite
clear to Uncle Herriot

that Tricki will only see you.

[Siegried]
Might I have a quiet word with you?

In private.

Yes, of course.

Won't be a minute.

-It's about Mr Carmody.
-Mr Cardomy?

-Actually, it's Carmody.
-Oh.

He's a bit green,
but he has talent.

[chuckles]

Look, the truth is...

without my brother,

we're already stretched
to the limit.

And the prospect
of doing without James as well

has put us all
under rather a strain

to say the least.

They rely on us to be resilient,
don't they?

But it isn't always easy.

Quite.

[gentle music playing]

Well, there's no sweeping views
of the Dales,

but on the plus side,

no wasps.

We can sit on the sofa
if you'd rather?

No, we're going to do this
properly.

There's no sofas on a picnic.

You have to sit on the ground
until your bum goes numb.

On second thoughts, I might fetch
a proper vase from Mrs H.

Leave them James, they're alright.

[crumpling]

-Pork pie?
-Thanks.

[crumpling]

It's alright to be sad.

What do you mean?

Or nervous. Or unsure.

Or anything you like.

I just want you
to be honest with me.

Alright.

This is really uncomfortable.

The floor I mean.

You're right. The bed it is.

Come on, James.

We talk to each other, me and you.

But you're acting
like you're not going tomorrow.

[Mrs Pumphrey]
It's been a good deal worse

since his brush with death.

The poor darling was traumatised.

I think he's been put off
motor cars for ever.

Have you been feeding him
the food supplements I gave you?

No, no, no.
They're not to his taste.

I don't blame him,
they reek of anchovy.

It's a therapeutic treatment
not a gourmet meal!

I'm telling you,
he won't have them.

I understand, Mrs Pumphrey.

He and Cedric
are like family to you.

Indeed they are.

Anyone can see
how well you look after him.

His teeth and gums
are in good health

and his fur is uncommonly soft.

That'll be the new shampoo
I've been using.

It's expensive but I thought
he needed a little pampering.

I think we may have found
the problem.

I suspect this new shampoo
is irritating his skin.

Try going back to the old one
and see if it clears up.

I could give it a try, I suppose.

Thank you.

I'll get François
to bring the car around for you.

-I'm sorry, I...
-You told Mister Farnon

that you couldn't get
behind the wheel again.

-This won't do at all.
-Yes, but...

With Mister Herriot gone,
you need to pull your weight.

So I'm going
to give you a driving lesson.

I'm not sure that's a good idea.

I can't drive a Rolls-Royce!

In at the deep end, dear boy.
That's the only thing for it.

[light music playing]

What if I crash?
What if I scratch it?

What if a bird
relieves itself on it?

Oh, do get a hold of yourself,

we're only going
for a little drive.

How does it feel to be in the back
with me, François?

It's uh, different, Madame.

Off we go, then. Now, don't dither,
but don't be reckless.

A watchful confidence,
that's the key.

I was nervous enough
driving Mr Farnon's Rover.

Now that feels like child's play.

Well, that's precisely the point,
dear boy.

Once you've driven this,

precious cargo and all,
you won't be scared of anything.

Oh, one last thing.
And this is most important of all.

I want you to talk to Tricki.
You must put him at ease.

You want me to... talk to Tricki?

Constantly, yes.

[playful music playing]

Right then, Tricki...

here we go.

[Carmody] As you can see,
we're now pulling away

from Pumphrey Manor, or home
as you probably call it.

Um...

[Carmody] Right...
[clears throat]

We're now leaving the Estate
via the West Gate,

or is it the South?
Anyway, it's quite a typical gate.

Representative of the architecture
of the area I would think.

[Carmody] Um...
the Dales were shaped

by ice eroding the limestone.

A hard sedimentary rock
formed millions of years ago

by the remains of sea creatures.

I'm afraid that's all I know
about the landscape.

Oh, look there's some sheep!

On our left we have,
well, trees mainly.

Beech trees like this can live
for two or three hundred years.

Although these are probably...

And here we are, back home.
Everyone in one piece.

[exclaims]
You see? Not a scratch.

Was it alright? I was so focused
on thinking of things to say

I completely forgot
to concentrate on my driving.

That was rather what I had in mind.

[Mrs Pumphrey] Look at him...

He's perfectly at ease now.

Thank you, Mrs Pumphrey.

Somehow, you've turned me
into a good driver.

Well, I wouldn't go
quite as far as that.

But fortunately,
you don't need to be a good driver.

You need to be a safe one.

Come along, Tricki,
we've got things to do.

François, would you drive
Uncle Carmody back to Darrowby?

Of course, Madame.

[Helen] He's coming round.

[Helen] Hello Oscar.

Welcome to your new home.

It's all going to be alright now...

thanks to James.

Thanks to you.

When I signed up with Triss...

it was the right thing to do.

It was a tough decision,
but there wasn't a shadow of doubt.

But so much has changed since then.

Our cities weren't being bombed.

You weren't expecting.

And if you had been,
I don't know...

I'm so sorry.

For what?

For abandoning you.

Don't you dare be sorry.

You're not abandoning anyone.

We make decisions together,

and this was no different.

What you're doing is amazing,

and I am so, so proud of you.

[heartwarming music playing]

I'm sorry
we didn't get to Sutton Bank.

Shhh. This was perfect.

I only wanted
to spend time alone with you.

Now make yourself useful and go
and get me some broth.

Hello! How you feeling?

-What are you doing still up?
-[Siegried] Couldn't sleep.

You and me both.

Nightcap?

Thanks.

-Cheers.
-Cheers.

Are you all packed and ready?

Packed but not ready.

Not remotely.

That sounds about right.

Do you remember
when I first arrived,

the locals got me so drunk,
I mixed up two cats.

And I damn nearly castrated
the wrong one.

Mrs Dinsdale's cat came in
with a mild case of mange

and nearly left
without his manhood.

If it weren't for Mrs Hall,
I'd have sent you

packing then and there.

Even when you didn't,
I was terrified.

I felt so out of my depth.

Just like I do now.

It's alright to be scared.

It would be strange if you weren't.

Can I ask you something?

When you went to w*r...

how did Evelyn cope?

We'll look after her, James

and the baby, too.

I promise you.

Thank you.

[Siegried] Right.

I think it's our patriotic duty
to finish the bottle, don't you?

[clears throat]

[Helen]
Drink up, it'll make you better.

There's a good boy. Good boy.

I know you're frightened,
but it's gonna be alright.

We'll get through this together,
you and me.

How long have you been there?

[James] I'm glad we saved him.

All thanks to you.

[birds chirping]

Audrey!

I don't want to lose you, Gerald.

I don't want to lose you either.
But I have to go.

Then I'm coming with you.

Do you really mean that?

Well, I'll get
my divorce papers soon,

and then we can go together.

Audrey, it's a big sacrifice.

I know how happy you are...

This is our chance to be together.

And if we don't take it,
then we might always regret it.

Does that make us engaged?

I suppose it does.

We should probably get going.

Helen's on her way down.

I'm sorry but Mister Metcalfe's got
a pig with tummy trouble.

[James] It's alright.

I hate goodbyes anyway.

Carmody!

[Siegried] Carmody, two questions.

Question one.

Would you pay
Mister Metcalfe a visit?

His pig's poorly.

-Of course.
-[Siegried] Question two.

Would you mind staying on
a little longer than planned?

Mrs Pumphrey tells me
you're not inadequate.

Which is progress
of a sort I suppose.

-I'd be delighted.
-[Siegried] Well, hurry along then!

Don't keep Metcalfe waiting.

-Richard.
-James.

Keep the others in line, won't you?

I'll do my best.

-[Mrs Hall] We should be going.
-I'll go and check on Helen.

[melancholic music playing]

[approaching footsteps]

I can't face the bus stop.

Is it alright
if we say goodbye here?

Of course.

I'm only a few countries away,
remember?

Five. I counted.

I'll write. And I'll try to call.

As often as you can, please.

[sombre music playing]

You're going to be
an incredible mom.

I've never been so sure
about anything in my life.

Go, before I cry.

[footsteps fading]

-[James] You'll look after Helen?
-[Mrs Hall] Of course I will.

Even when she don't let me.

It won't be the same without you.

Then just make sure
it's the same when I come home.

Don't let it change you.

I won't.

Proud of you, James. We all are.

[Helen]
What have you got there, Jess?

[heartwarming music playing]

[car horn]

[James citing poem]
O my Love is like a red, red rose

That's newly sprung in June

O my Love is like the melody

That's sweetly played in tune

So fair art thou, my bonnie lass
So deep in love am I

And I will love thee still, my dear

Till a' the seas g*ng dry

Till a' the seas g*ng dry, my dear,
And the rocks melt with the sun

And I will love thee still, my dear

While the sands of life shall run

And fare thee well, my only love

And fare thee well awhile

And I will come again, my love

Though it were ten thousand mile

[closing theme music]