06x03 - Captain Farnon?

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MURMURING

Thank you. See you
soon. Thank you, Vicar.

All those young men lost.

So many names.

Why didn't Tris sit with us?

Oh, probably spotted
one of his chums.

Hello, Jean. Good to see you.

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. SIEGFRIED CHUCKLES

Shall we? Mrs Hall's 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.

There've been difficult
years here, too.

Oh, I know.

Maggie still hasn't had
any word from Arthur.

Are 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! Oh,
it's truly magnificent, Jim!

Surely Richard could manage
for a few minutes without you.

I thought we were having
breakfast. I've kept him waiting.

James, you did
sleep in late. Aye.

I got in after three. Daddy!

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

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

JIM MIMICS CAR ENGINE

Look, breakfast another
morning would be lovely.

Jenny!

I could drive up at lunch. Well,
Jenny'll have the kids then.

We'll only get 20 minutes.


Worth it every time.

All right, charmer.

I'll see you later.

Bye. Bye!

Hey, what you up to?
Just driving my car.

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 know it was
me who suggested the Drovers.

Would you mind if we
re-arranged? Course not.

It's good for business to
be at something like this,

and the invitations are
like gold dust, so...

No, I understand. 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?

Not to worry. We'll soon
have you back on form.

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

PHONE RINGS

Darrowby, two-two-nine-seven.

Beauvoir?

Yes. Captain Farnon.

Any problems, just get
in touch. Mrs Pumphrey.

Jim, you should have mentioned it's
like Piccadilly Circus down here!

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

I take it in my stride. You know me.
No need to rush straight back in.

Your brother and
I have it in hand.

But I'm fine. Where
do you need me?

Mrs Hall just took a call.

Mrs Pumphrey, do come
through. Oh. Thank you.

"Beauvoir."

Tricki was c*ck-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'll 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, Uncle Herriot,
no. Not that nonsense, please.

The science suggests that younger
males father fitter, healthier pups.

But what about the
wisdom that Tricki has

compared to those... upstarts?

Yes.

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

Thank you.

Mrs Hall! Just a minute.

PHONE RINGS

I know you've set your
heart on breeding from him.

There are easier
ways. A new puppy!

Tricki would be there
to guide them through,

impart his hard-won
canine wisdom.

SHE CLEARS HER THROAT

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.

Cheerio. Toodle-oo.

Siegfried?

Siegfried?

Siegfried.

Tristan.

Captain Farnon?

BOTH: Morning.
That is impressive.

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

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.

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. SHE CHUCKLES

WOMAN: Miss Beauvoir. 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.

Here's my Philbrick.

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

Hello, Philbrick.

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 honourable second
to A Handful Of Dust.

Ha, yes.

Miss Beauvoir, is
Philbrick eating normally?

No, 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. 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 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.

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.

HE SIGHS Neither of
them are back yet?

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

Oh. Sorry, love.

Actually...

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! ENGINE STARTS

I'll do it!

What? Sorry, I can't hear you.

BLEATING

DOOR CLOSES

Oh, damn! Oh, tell me
she's not gone already.

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?

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

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.

I see that Orley Castle
do has made the paper.

"The Beauvoir family will be
attending as guests of honour."

I did think Tris looked
disappointed to miss the Drovers.

You double book yourself
sometimes. Can't be helped.

They're horse
fanatics, you know.

Only, we just got him back.

You should have seen
that 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?

CHUCKLES

Still no word from Arthur?

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

Oh.

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

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

HE GRUNTS

Well, it must feel
good to be back.

Huh.

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

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? Oh, 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.

Doesn't bother me one bit!

PHONE RINGS

Darrowby, two-two-nine-seven.

Yes, Beauvoir. James,
James, James, I'll take it.

Yes, Miss Beauvoir?

Yeah. I'll be right up there.

Ooh, er, don't mention this to
my brother. There's a good chap.

MUSIC: Salut d'Amour
by Edward Elgar

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 stable hands 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. Hm.

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 w*r?

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 was in Sicily.

I'd still be serving

if those Italian mosquitoes
hadn't done for me.

Ah. Malaria? Dreadful business.

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

Well, you'd better
take the Rover.

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? Ah! See you later.

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

Mrs Pumphrey has finally
found a match for Tricki.

I'm due up there in
half an hour. Mm-hm.

It would be fearsome on
that bike, the hill. Mm.

I'm sure Tris can
manage one horse. Bye.

Oh!

These Beauvoirs... Mm?

What voice was it
when you answered?

Man or woman? 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.

It...

Don't be daft!

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!

GROANS

Captain Farnon?

Miss Beauvoir.

Thought I'd look
in on the old chap.

Your brother only
left 20 minutes ago.

Yes, correct.

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

Always trying to go
above and beyond.

Commendable.

I'm still thinking back pain.

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 inflammation.
Will he be all right?

He'll need some care.

But that's what I'm here for.

Oh, the Stratton Quartet are
playing up at Orley Castle.

They promised one
of my favourites.

The Elgar String Quartet. Yes!

Yes, I requested the Elgar.

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

Then bravo!

Should be jolly.

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

Goodbye.

Shipped all the way from Sicily,

and the bloody stupid animal gets
sick on the road from Hampshire.

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.

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

I expect we'll see you
on Saturday. Can't wait.

This way.

Right, then.

HE SIGHS

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? Two o'clock.

Two o'clock. Tomorrow.

I'll need you to check her over
and, of course, reassure her breeder

about Tricki's
excellent credentials.

Now, Tricki's lineage.

Be my guest. Take it home. Then
you can have a thorough read.

Mrs Pumphrey, you
said this was urgent.

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 rudiments.

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

Me? Mm.

I'll leave you boys together.

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?

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

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 has
taken a shine to her.

Oh, the absolute scoundrel.

SCOFFS

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

How do you mean?

What? No.

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 RINGS

Darrowby, two-two-nine-seven.

Miss Beauvoir.

Just a moment.

Urgent, apparently.

Tell her I'm on my way.

HUMS ELGAR TUNE Mrs Hall.

Yes, he's on his way.

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?

Well, 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. Well, Daddy said I'd evaded
the altar for long enough,

so he set up a marriage.

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 ATS 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 Atlee
could do it? Mm.

There we go.

If you see any further
signs, phone immediately.

What you were saying before about
what it felt like being back, erm...

People who weren't there can't
really understand, can they?

There's a soiree 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.

No, no. Er...

I'd be delighted. Yes.

MUSIC: Cello Concerto in
E minor, Op. 85 by Elgar

HUMS TUNEFULLY

My brother's in good spirits.

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

Oh.

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.

THEY CHUCKLE And she asked me.

I still have to break
it to Siegfried.

And why would that be a problem?

Erm...

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.

Mm.

Hello, Jess.

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 wanna miss out
on his next visit to the Beauvoirs.

No, it's here.

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.

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!

Mr Bolton. Dennis.

No need to stand on... ceremony.

Is that your stud dog?

That's correct.

Looks bloody ancient! You
sure he can manage it?

I can assure you,
Tricki is in his prime.

James Herriot, Tricki's vet.

He's in superb condition
for an older dog.

Hm. Suppose you'd
better meet her, then.

Come on, Daisy.

Ah! This...

This is my Daisy.
Magnificent animal.

Mr Bolton, that is
not a Pekingese.

Who said owt about a Pekingese?
Toy poodle, Daisy is.

Well, now I'm completely lost.

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

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

And that would've
been t'end of t'matter

if it weren't for folk like yours
truly wi' a bit of imagination.

But the Pekingese is considered
a royal breed in China.

Aye, and poodles were
steadfast companions

to Marie Antoinette an' all.

I'm sorry, Mr...

Bolton... Bolton.

But 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 this simply isn't
going to happen.

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

Tricki. Tricki? YAPPING

Tr... Tricki? Tricki?

Oh!

BOLTON CHUCKLES

Brew while we wait?

DOGS PANTING

Mr Farnon.

Has Tris ever talked to you
about what he did in the w*r?

He ever mention
anything about...?

About what, Mrs Hall?
I can't read your mind.

Well, about getting this.

A Military Cross.

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

Indeed.

Why wouldn't he tell
us? FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

It's quiet in here. Extremely.

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

Mrs Hall found it.

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

It's fine. Of course.

So it is yours?

Well, what did you expect?

Master strategist.
Fearless combatant.

Expert marksman.

I have it all. I'm
the soldier's soldier.

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

Thank you.

Anyway, I can't stop.

FOOTSTEPS RETREAT

How do I look? Like a picture.

SCOFFS

Barely have chance to
put my shoes on nowadays,

let alone make myself
look half decent.

Are you sure?

Sure.

Is James still getting ready?

GENTLE SNORING

Hm. Thought I'd shut my
eyes for five minutes.

SHE LAUGHS

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.

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.

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.

THEY LAUGH

Ah, Tristan, I've
been thinking...

Are you off out?

Er... yes.

Orley Castle, in fact.

Right.

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

Why the sudden interest
in chamber music?

Well, there's no easy way
to say this, but, erm...

...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 honestly never planned
for it to happen like this.

It's just, well, I can't help but
admire Miss Beauvoir terribly.

No hard feelings, I hope.

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.

You...

Have you? What?

Yes! Get that horse
of hers right,

the Beauvoirs won't take
their business elsewhere.

That at least was the plan.

It's not easy with you
interfering. Interfering?

PHONE RINGS I know
what I'm doing.

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.

Exactly.

Is that really necessary? I was
senior partner last time I looked.

Darrowby, two-two-nine-seven.

It's the Beauvoir horse.

We're on our way.

You've just missed the
turning! It's quicker this way!

No, it's longer!

Hello? CHARLOTTE: I'm here.

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

Can you fetch fresh water?

Now, please, Charlotte.

Oh, God.

He's obviously got a fever. Hm.

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!

Could've asked.
Hello. HORSE GRUNTS

Oh, at least we don't have
to persuade him to drink.

Would you mind? It's just
I'm in my dinner jacket.

Thank you.

Oh, God, it stinks.

Colour?

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.

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

I've brought snacks!

SIEGFRIED: You see them?
Mm. White blood cell casts.

It's as you suspected.

Pyelonephritis.

Quite brilliant, Siegfried. Oh,
tosh. I thought it was his back.

Well, gives us a chance to
try these new antibiotics.

See? He trusts you.

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.

Anyway, an apology.

In my head, you're 11,

and I can run faster
and jump higher.

With all of your new accolades,

it's hard for a big
brother to adjust.

So you're actually
admitting you were jealous?

For the merest millisecond.

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.

Hm.

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 w*r once.

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

Thanks.

RADIO PLAYS FAINTLY

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 do you get on down here?

Time to think.

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

You do know I'm here
to help? Oh, really?

Of course.

Well, pigs need mucking
out, for a start.

Six o'clock in the morning?
Meant with the kids.

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!

CHARLOTTE: Oh, Philbrick,
you're all right.

It would have been fatal.

Thankfully, my
brother worked it out.

He'll need daily injections.

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

Oh, Philly.

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

Two brilliant horsemen.

I'd be interested in
hearing more about your idea

to expand the
stables. Would you?

I'll show you the rough plan.

I can stay with Philbrick.

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.

THEY CHUCKLE

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.

Oh, humbug. If we'd worked
it out before your party,

you wouldn't have
had a ruined evening.

The evening might not be
entirely ruined after all.

Actually...

MUSIC: On The Sunny
Side Of The Street

DOOR OPENS

FOOTSTEPS APPROACH

How were the concert?

Glorious. Absolutely glorious.

Quite lifted the spirits.

I, er...

I have a confession.

You were given a Military Cross,
too? I wouldn't put it past you.

Earlier, I were miffed wi' 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, er...

...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.

RECORD PLAYS

Pleasant evening?
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.

TRISTAN CHUCKLES

The context may have helped.

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

Mm.