03x04 - What A Balls Up!

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PHONE RINGS

Hello, Ministry of Agriculture.

The Mag. That's right.
How can I help?

MR HARCOURT: Bloody nonsense!
Fiddlesticks.

If I were to look up incompetence
in the dictionary,

I'd see your face
staring right back at me.

Form B213 DT, Yes, I'm positive.

Take a seat, Mr Herriot.

No, I'm sure Mr Harcourt
isn't trying to ruin you.

Yes. I'll put you through.

Mr Harcourt, Mr Wilkinson's
on the line for you.

He won't be long.

Absolute poppycock!

PHONE RECEIVER SLAMS

Herriot.

I think he's ready for you now.

Good morning, Mr Harcourt.

How are you?

I'll tell you how I am -
I'm bloody annoyed.

In fact, I'm hopping bloody mad.

It won't happen again.

You don't know what it is yet.

But whatever it is, I can assure...

That's what you said
the last time,

when you found an infected cow
of Postlethwaite's

that had already been dead
for two years.

That was very clever.
I don't know how you managed it.

I am trying. Then why?

Why the bloody hell do you keep
ballsing up the TB testing?

AUDREY HUMS GENTLY

Oh, here.

I'll do it with the rest later.
Oh, don't w...

Thanks, Audrey.

Mrs Pumphrey still in London?

For the duration of Tricki's
health visit, I imagine.

Might your husband surface
at some point today?

He had a meeting with the Ministry
of Agriculture first thing. Oh.

Oh, dear. The Mag. Why "oh, dear"?

You don't normally get called
in there unless you've done

something terribly wrong.
Has anyone seen my...?

James hasn't done anything wrong.
Has he?

One of my veterinary officers
was on that farm

and he found that you hadn't served

a notice of cleansing
and disinfection.

Right. Yes, it is bloody right.

In fact, you sent the form to me.

Maybe you want me to go and
disinfect the place - is that it?

Would you like me
to slip along there

and get busy with the hosepipe?

I'll go now if it makes you feel
any happier.

No, no, of course not.

HE SIGHS

Herriot, there's just one thing
I want to know from you.

Do you want this bloody work
or don't you?

Please...Mr Harcourt,
I give you my word, I...

WE... We do want the work,
very much so.

Please, give me another chance.

If we are to win this w*r
against TB,

we can't afford any mistakes.

We're in the business
of saving lives here, Herriot -

animals as well as humans.

Weren't it you who told me that?

Yes.

Well, we'll go through
the procedure once more, shall we?

Yes, by all means.

Right.

First of all,
if you find an infected animal

you serve B205 DT Form A,

notice requiring detention
and isolation of the animal.

Next we have B207 DT Form C,

notice of intended slaughter.

Then B208 DT Form D,

postmortem certificate,

then we have B196 DT,
veterinary inspector's report,

B209 DT, valuation agreement.

And in cases where
the owner objects,

we have B213 DT,
appointment of valuer.

Then B212 DT,

notice to owner
of time and place of slaughter,

followed by B227 DT,
receipt for animal for slaughter.

Finally, B230 DT,

notice requiring cleansing
and disinfection.

Dammit,
a child could understand that!

It's simple, isn't it?

Yes.

Yes, certainly, absolutely.

And I can assure you,
from now on, I'll get it right.

JESS BARKS

Hush, Jess.

Tricki's a guest.

Happy now?

No. Tricki, you're on a strict diet.

Dry dog biscuits only.
That Jess's food.

Siegfried? Mm-hmm?

Do you think James is in
a bit of trouble?

Knowing Harcourt,
a whole heap of it, I expect.

I did warn James -

the whole testing business
is more trouble than it's worth.

If it goes wrong,
he could shut us down.

I see you're currently testing
at Rudd's farm.

Yes. Heading up there today
for my second visit.

Don't make a balls-up of this one,
Herriot.

I like you lad, I do,

but there can be no more chances
after this.

You waiting on something?

Erm, well...
LOUD BANG

Bloody hell! That sounds like it.

What on Earth?!
HOOTER BLARES

What do you think?
You got it! Looks fantastic, Tris.

Did you know?

I got it for a song in the end, too.

You mean you paid someone money
for this?

I know -
hard to believe on my meagre wages.

Yeah, it's not much to look at
but Dinsdale assures me

that it's as solid as a tractor.

It sounds like one.

I'm sure with a bit of love,
it can be transformed.

Exactly, Mrs H.

Fancy a drive?

In that thing? Um, there are
less painful ways to die.

Still want a lift up
to Heston Grange?

If that's all right.

Oh. James asked if you'd take on
these visits today.

What visits?
What are you talking about?

Well, it's a light surgery day,
so I thought I'd help James out.

Another reason I got this beauty.

That's very industrious of you,
isn't it...Mr Farnon?

Um...

..yes, all right, I suppose.
ENGINE BANGS

I'd rather I'd been consulted first,
but I'll...

I'll allow it.

JESS BARKS
Jess.

So...wait,
who's looking after surgery, then?

HOOTER BLARES

ENGINE BANGS

Over the wall!

Come on!

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left,
left-right-left.

Left, left, left, left,

left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left,
left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

Left, left,
left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.

FADING: Left, left, left-right-left.

Yeah, twist it round a little.

Yeah, that should do it, I reckon.

Hold up. I want to make sure it's
done right.

I'll just tighten this up,
see if that helps.

Thanks for all your help on
the farm, Tom.

It's hard for me to be here as much,
now I'm at Skeldale.

You're quite welcome. How are things
at Skeldale? James all right?

He's fine. Why? Oh, all that
nonsense with Postlethwaite.

He's just letting off steam is all.

What nonsense? Oh, sorry, Helen,
I thought you'd have heard.

It's nowt really.

Postlethwaite had the Mag
over at his farm,

trying to test a cow
that had been dead two years.

Some sort of form mix up.

It's all been sorted now, mind.

I'm sure it weren't James's fault
or owt.

No, course.

Thanks, Tom.

DOG BARKS

Morning!

Morning, James.

Morning, d*ck.

Morning, Jim. Keeping you busy,
these Ministry fellas, eh?

You don't know the half of it.
Aye, right, well, I'll, er,

start bringing cows through for you.
Thank you.

ECHOING: Left, left,
left-right-left.

Left, left, left-right-left.
DRUMBEATS

Left, left, left-right-left.

Here we are, girl.

Very good.

Sh, sh, sh.
COW GROANS

She's good.

Next one.

Just need to measure this swelling.

Could be something or nothing.

Richard Alderson were saying he can
charge extra for his milk

now he's had t'testing done.

Hm.

Every bit helps.

Could be a bit of chill, I suppose.

I'm going to take a sample back
to the practice.

Just to be on the safe side.

Aye. If you think it's necessary.

I do. But believe me,

I would gladly be wrong
on this occasion, d*ck.

Is her name really Mrs Hardmeat?

Apparently so.

Well...Mrs Hardmeat makes
a very soft sponge.

SHE CHUCKLES SOFTLY
I'll be out of a job soon

if these patients keep bringing in
cakes for Tristan.

Come on, Rock.

Jess.

You could be a woman of leisure.

Travel the world,

sail the high seas.
SHE CHUCKLES

I'm just happy if I can hang up me
pinny for an hour or two.

There's an Elgar recital
at the village hall this week.

I hear pinnies are
strictly forbidden.

Oh, yes? Yes.

They're playing my favourite,
Salut D'Amour.

Well, we could go if you like.

Yeah, all right. Why not?

How about tomorrow?
I could pick you up.

Well, I'll meet you there.

Yeah. Exactly.

ENGINE BANGS AND SPLUTTERS

ENGINE BANGS LOUDLY

ENGINE FAILS

Tristan?

Florence.

I was just out on some jobs
and I, er...

..thought I'd...

Thought I'd check on Daisy.
See how she's doing.

Daisy's fine, thank you.

You having a spot of car trouble?

I just bought it today.
Still getting used to it.

A Morris Cowley. Very nice.

You think so?

Yes. Why? Don't you?

No, no, I do. Yes, yes. Absolutely.

Hello, Daisy.

Yes, you seem to be doing just fine.

Erm...yes, yes.

All looks good from here.

What are you really doing here,
Tristan Farnon?

I'm not quite sure, to be honest.

Er...

..I suppose I wanted to say hello.

Hello.

Hello.

OK, well, goodbye, then.

I could take you for a drive...
in the car.

I mean, if you like.
Not now, obviously.

Tomorrow maybe. Or next week.

I'm free most of this month...
or year.

Pick me up at two tomorrow.

Let's see what this lady can do.

All right, good.

Yes. Perfe...

Er...it's nearly dinnertime.

A mere hors d'oeuvre, Mrs Hall.
TRICKI GRUNTS

Not for you.

TRICKI GROWLS

HE GROWLS

LOUD BANG

TRICKI BARKS

Tricki?

Tricki!

You see?
He's gone to hide again now.

He'll get used to it.

That bloody car!

Half the animals in the district
will be scared silly.

Oh. Looks like Mrs Turner's been.

Best lemon sponge in Darrowby.

E-Except for yours, of course,
Mrs H.

Dinner's nearly ready. Tristan, we
really need to talk about that car.

It's frightening the life
out of poor Tricki. Oh.

For goodness' sake, Siegfried,

what is going on
with you and that dog?

What're you talking about?
Nothing's going on. Hm.

You'll be wearing pearls
and feeding him foie gras next.

I'm really starting
to worry about you.

I just don't think that car
is right for you. All right,

it's perfectly admirable that you've
done these things

under your own steam...
And he saved up for it.

All well and good,
but the fact is, it's not suitable.

Now, I've spoken to Dinsdale and
he's agreed to take it back. No.

What do you mean, no?
Just exactly what I said. No.

It is his car. But it...

Now, this is the money from
Mr Higgins,

plus what he owed from last month.

Mrs Trent, Mr Robertson
all accounted for.

You'll be back in the practice
tomorrow, then?

Well, we've nothing booked. Unless
we have an emergency case come in,

I'm taking Florence for
a drive in the new car.

Not Florence Pandhi?

Oh, Tris, that's exciting.

The daughter of our rival?
YOUR rival, yes.

No. No, I forbid it.

TRISTAN CHUCKLES

I'll go and put this in the ledger.

"I forbid it!" Oh, Siegfried.

He's showing some initiative,

doing all the things
you've always wanted him to do.

It's a good thing.

You should be happy.
It is, I am. I just...

Better go and check
that Tricki's all right.

TENSE MUSIC PLAYS

HE SIGHS

Hello. You've been busy.

Good day?

Not particularly.

Rudd's got a cow with TB.

Here.

You're not giving it to 'em.

And every case you catch,
you help stop the spread.

That's not how
most of the farmers see it.

Tom told me about Postlethwaite.

You know what farmers are
like, though - never happy

unless they've got something
to grumble about.

He's right to be upset, though.

We've had a lot of positive cases.

And I keep making a hash
of all these forms,

which does nothing to help.

That what your meeting
with the Mag was about?

Amongst other things.

Why are you keeping all this
to yourself?

It's not that I'm keeping it
from you. It's just...

..I was the one that pushed
to take on the testing

and you and your dad took
such a risk siding with me.

I just feel like I'm letting
everybody down -

you, Siegfried, d*ck...

..and...

And what?

Nothing.
DRUMBEATS

You could never let me down.

Yes, I stood by your side
because you're my husband

but it's also the right thing
to do. It's important.

Harcourt gave me
a final warning this morning.

And I've got all these forms
to complete for Rudd's case

and I just can't seem to
get a grip on them.

There's nothing else?

No.

No, that's it.

Mrs H is saving you some breakfast.

Thank you.

Oh, watch that.

Right, so these are the forms
you need Rudd to sign.

B205 DT Form A. Mm.

And B207 DT Form C.

This one here, B213 DT,

is just in case he requests
a valuation.

So you might not need it.

Right. I'll make a start
on the rest today.

Are you sure you're not needed
up at Heston Grange?

This is more important.

Cheerio. Bye.

There can't be any mistake?

Sorry, d*ck, I tested her myself.

She will have to be taken
for slaughter.

Well, could've been worse.

Could have infected t'whole herd.

I just need you
to sign these forms.

I get compensation, though,
don't I, Jim?

The statutory value is £5.

Oh. We can appoint a valuer
if you don't agree.

I have another form here
if you'd like to contest it.

Oh, it's all right, Jim.

Right. I just need you
to sign these, then.

That's usually Mrs Rudd's job, that.

I see. Is she around?

Out at t'market.

Right.

Well, perhaps you could
sign them, then, this once.

Then I can have Jeff Mallock
come down and collect her and...

..get it over with.

Right you are.

And you will have to shut
the farm down - just temporarily,

until the Mag can come down
and retest the herd.

Shut the farm? You never
mentioned that. Because I was hoping

it wouldn't come to this.

It's gonna put me out of pocket.
I know.

I know, and I...
I am sorry, d*ck.

Please.

No, not there.
That's for me to sign.

If you just sign there.

It's just...
Just a bit of paper to them, innit?

I can assure you
it means more than that to me.

It'll be all right, Dad.

Come on, back to work.

ENGINE REVS

HE WHISTLES

Oh, get out, you daft bugger.

Come on, Tricki, darling.

It's little darling's favourite.

It's Battenburg. Yes.

How are the mighty fallen.

Oh. I was just, um...

The poor dog's terrified
to come out.

He's scared stiff
of that wretched car.

I know Tristan feels strongly about
it but, really, it's got to go.

He's very proud of it.

He'd be prouder still if he thought
you approved.

Of that rust bucket?
I don't think so.

Ps-ps-ps-ps.

What's this all about?

Because I know it's not about
Tricki.

It's nothing. Ps-ps-ps.

I just...

I suppose I wanted to be the one
to buy Tristan his first car.

Well, you were.
We both know how that turned out.

And I'd be lying if I said
I hadn't any regrets.

He worked for this car.
He earned it.

I just wish he'd do as he's told.

No, that's not true.

I'm glad he's doing things
off his own bat.

He's a man now.

You've got to let him
make his own decisions.

Even if he does buy a rust bucket.

I suppose I could allow him
a little more autonomy.

I suppose.

Better get ready.
Where are you going?

I'm going to the Elgar recital
with Gerald.

Oh.

What the young people call a date?

No!

We're just going to
the recital together.

It's not a...date.

It isn't!

Have a nice time.

No? All the more for me.

Oh, now he comes.
You're all the bloody same -

you never do what I ask
until I stop asking.

HE SIGHS

Would you like a job?

As your official form filler?
Mm, more like my form assistant.

What's the pay like? Terrible.

But the benefits are pretty good.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY

Barker? Here.

Brown? Yes, sir.

You're not in the fields now,
my boy.

Johnson? Here.

Is that Tom?

Chapman? Here.

Smith? Tom?

Johnson? Yes.

DRUMBEATS

Tom never said a word
when I saw him.

Poor Anne and Bert.
They must be worried sick.

And proud. Tom's doing his duty -
it's important.

What you're doing,
the TB testing, being a vet,

that's important.
You do know that, don't you?

You're saving lives.
People's livelihoods rely on you.

I know that. It's just...

I don't know -
it doesn't always feel that way.

If you hadn't found that cow
of Rudd's,

his whole herd would've gone down
with TB by now.

His milk's sold across the county.

There's a reason
your job's protected.

But how can I, in good conscience,

watch those young lads go off
for their training

whilst I stay here,

testing cows and living in
my nice warm home?

It doesn't seem right.

No, I know. I know.
And I feel it too.

I do understand, James. But it's not
your decision to make.

The people in charge
say you're needed here.

You ARE needed here.

And I'm not just talking about
the farmers and the practice.

I need you.

I need to know
you're listening to me.

You're staying here.
I don't care if it sounds selfish.

Even if it is selfish.

I need to make sure
Mallock's taken Rudd's cow

and get these last forms sent off.

Y'all right, Charlie? Hello, Bert.

Sorry. Sorry.

Are you all right, Audrey?

I think we need to talk.

How about
a walk around the block instead?

I'd like that.

APPLAUSE FROM INSIDE HALL

CLASSICAL MUSIC PLAYS

It's my fault. I shouldn't have
pushed you to come.

You didn't.

You've been nothing but kind.

And I enjoy your company very much,
Gerald. I hope you know that.

You don't have to explain yourself,
Audrey.

No, I want to.

You deserve it.

I'm just...not used
to talking like this.

I loved my husband.

And things happen that are
out of our control and...

Well, it is what it is now.

I've made me peace with it.

And with how things are
with Edward as well.

But it hurt me.

It still hurts me.

And I don't want pity -
plenty worse off than me.

But I feel...safe

with how things are...

..with my place at Skeldale.

Life in Darrowby. And I just...

Not ready to change that.

I understand.

What do you think of the sandwiches?
I'm pleasantly surprised.

Did you make them?
Of course I did.

Well,
maybe with a little bit of help.

THEY CHUCKLE SOFTLY

This is a beautiful spot.

I've actually never brought anyone
here before.

Is that right?

And I'm not sure
why I just told you that.

THEY CHUCKLE

Do I make you nervous,
Tristan Farnon?

No.

Maybe a little.

Does anything make you nervous,
Florence Pandhi?

Of course.

I suppose I've got so used
to people looking at me funny and...

..asking me where I'm REALLY from,

I've grown a thick skin.

I'm certainly not indomitable,
though.

You seem it.

You seem to know exactly what you
want. And how best to get it.

"Seem" being the operative word.

Aren't we all just trying
to figure things out as we go?

"To err is human" and all that.

I feel like I spend half my time
doing what everyone else wants.

And the other half?

Worrying that I've done it wrong.

DOG BARKS

What do you want?

From life, I mean.

I don't know.

I went to the school that I was
sent to,

became a vet because
that's what Siegfried wanted.

You've never had your own dream?

Not particularly.

But you dreamt of owning a car.

I did.

And you bought yourself one.

You decided to ask me out.

I did.

And now here we are.

The only person holding you back
is you, Tristan Farnon.

I suppose you're right.

I usually am.

THEY CHUCKLE

Jim. I've just come down from
t'top field.

Edith tells me Mallock's been.
What?!

He's taken t'wrong cow.
He's off wi' me best milker.

Right. Get on the phone to
the knacker's yard right away.

Edith's already tried that -
there's no reply.

He'll have sh*t her before we can
stop him. He'll ruin me, Jim.

Which way did he go? Edith said he
went off towards Grampton

about ten minute ago.

He might be picking up other beasts
on the way. I'll go after him.

Aye. Well, it's your responsibility,
you know.

Come on, come on, come on.

ENGINE BANGS
What's that?

I said, "Where are we going now?"
What?

I haven't got a clue what
you're saying, sorry.

Please, please, please, come on.

HORN BEEPS

Move over!

Well, someone's in a hurry.
Hang on, wasn't that...?

That's Mallock's van.
That's it, old girl, come on.

Come on!

HORN BEEPS

Come on, that's it.
That's it, old girl. That's it.

ENGINE SPLUTTERS

No, no, no, not now.

Not now. Not now. Dammit.

Dammit. Not now! No!

HORN BEEPS

It IS him.

Tris?

Spot of car trouble?
Oh, thank God.

TRISTAN CHUCKLES

Everything all right, old chap?

I'll explain on the way.
Just drive.

Oh, I've always wanted to do this!
Come on, then.

ENGINE BANGS

This is Jim, by the way.

Tim? Nice to meet you. I'm Flo.

You too.

Yes, lovely view.

TRICKI GROANS

Tricki.

You're back early.

Seems it, er...

..might have been a date
after all.

Ah.

I see.

Sorry to interrupt.
Can I have a word, Siegfried?

Of course.
Right, best get dinner started.

Is everything all right?

Not really, no.

How about a sherry?

Edward.

We saw Tom earlier.
He's volunteered for training.

Tom Chapman? Mm.

And now James has got it in his head

that what he's doing here
isn't enough.

I've told him -
he's in a reserved occupation,

that he's needed.
The TB testing, it's important.

Thank you.

What did he say?

He said he knows but...

I'm scared.

I know this sounds selfish

but I've given up so much
to be here -

Jenny...

..me dad, the farm -

and I don't regret it. I don't.

But I can't lose him.

I won't let that happen.

Why do you think I made him partner?

He's vital here.

There's no way he'd be allowed
to leave.

What if we can't stop him?

Helen, look at me.

It may not always seem like it but
I do, in fact, still run this place.

Everyone under this roof
is in my care.

Do we understand one another?

DOORBELL RINGS

I'll get it.

Farnon. Harcourt. Come in.

It's unusual to see one of you
Mag fellows out in daylight -

I always imagined
you'd turn to dust.

Witty as ever, Farnon.

Herriot about?

HORN BLARES

Jeff! Jeff. Oh, thank God.

You've got the wrong cow.

You're not Jeff Mallock.

Aye, you're right there, lad.

Is there owt else
I can help you with?

Well, what now? To Mallock's.

Oh, I hope we're in time.

So, who WAS that chap?

Ket Feller, from the cattle market.

DOG BARKS

Sorry, Tim.

BARKING CONTINUES

Shut up, Kevin. Shut up, Kevin!

Er, hey up, er, Mr Herriot.

Aye, see you've brought t'whole g*ng
wi' you. Hello, Jeff.

I always like a bite
about this time.

Jeff, I, er... Look, er,

I'm sorry but you've caught me out,
Mr Herriot. What do you mean?

Well, I always like
to get carcass dressed for you

but you've come a bit early.

But that... I just saw the carcass
through the window.

Nay, nay, lad, that's not 'er.

That isn't the cow from Rudd's?

No, that's right.
I had to do another 'un first.

Rudd's cow's still in t'wagon.

Alive?

HE CHUCKLES
Aye, alive, aye.

Last time I looked, aye.
Not had a finger on 'er.

Nice-looking cow for a goner.

She's no goner, Jeff.
You've got the wrong cow there.

Wrong cow?
That's Rudd's best milker.

We've been chasing you
across the Dales.

Pulled over Ket Feller by mistake.

THEY CHUCKLE

Well, that's a corker.

So you'll head up to Rudd's and
change the cows over then?

Well, give us a minute.
Don't like to rush me grub.

Would you like some?
Build up your strength.

You look like you lost a shilling
and found a sixpence, lad.

No, no, it's very kind of you, Jeff,
but no, thanks. Ah, come on.

I'd love some. Thanks, Jeff.

Yes, a nice pork pie.
Pork pie, my favourite.

Aye, aye, get stuck in.

DOG BARKS

Shut up, Kevin, you daft ha'p'orth.

If you wouldn't mind,
there is a form that needs signing.

Aye, aye, aye.

The wrong cow. Wrong cow.

I'll walk you to your door.

Come on.
DOG BARKS

Bye, Tim.

I'd, er, completely understand
if you never wanted to see me again.

I promise...that is not what
I had in mind...

Tristan Farnon, that was, by far...

..the best date I've ever been on.

Really?

Really.

Oh, er, by the way,
it's Jim, not Tim.

Why didn't you tell me sooner?
HE CHUCKLES

Oh, no!

I'm so embarrassed.

Sorry. It was too much fun.

I don't think I can take
much more of this.

I'm exhausted.

Come on, old chap, cheer up.
We did it, we saved the day.

And got the girl? Ah, well,

a gentleman never tells.

But yes. Yes, I did.

We were just kissing back there.
Weren't you watching us?

I don't know.

Maybe Siegfried was right -

the testing is more bother
than it's worth.

I don't think I can do it any more.

Well, never tell him that.

It might create some sort
of space-time continuum.

I think I have to, Tris.

I'm going to.

Hello? Siegfried?

In here.

Ah, Herriot. There you are.

Mr Harcourt.

I thought I'd drop in,
check how things are running here.

And Mr Farnon has been kind enough
to fill me in on everything.

Right.

How'd it go at Rudd's farm?

Um, we, erm...

Well, unfortunately,
we found another positive case.

Did we? So can I expect more forms?

They were posted this morning.

I am giddy with anticipation.

And I have a signed B227 DT
for you.

A receipt for slaughter.

Mallock?

How'd you guess? Post it.

And we agreed on
the statuary compensation with Rudd.

We? What's this "we", Herriot?

How d'you mean?
It's all you, in't it?

You're responsible for all this.

I am. Yes.

I told Mr Harcourt you took the
running of the TB-testing programme

entirely upon yourself,

on top of your usual practice work.
That's true.

But... The amount of them you were
getting through, I thought

the whole practice was turning its
hand to the matter. No, just him.

Your work will
already have saved lives.

You're a credit
to your profession lad.

Thank you, sir.

In fact, the next district
is falling behind somewhat.

Perhaps you might like
to take on the extra work? I...

Of course he would.
But please, for the love of God...

..do not make a balls up
of any more forms.

I'll make sure of it.

AUDREY: I'll show you out.

Well done, Jim. Thanks, Tris.

This new car of yours -
want to show me how it runs?

Really? Well,
I can't very well let you out in it

until I know it's safe.
Lead the way.

We're going for a spin, Mrs H -

want to join us?
SHE SIGHS

Oh, wait.

I'll get me coat. Yes!

See how needed you are now?

I do.

Not least to finish painting
those doorframes.

HE CHUCKLES SOFTLY
Come on.

THEY GIGGLE

TRICKI BARKS