Episode 6

♪ ♪ The truth is, you've always been a farmer.

♪ ♪ I can't lose him.

Everyone under this roof is in my care.

You said war damaged Dad.

What if it damages me?

I've always seen the good in you.

PENNY: He said, "I love you, Ma."

SIEGFRIED: He's finally realized how much you care.

(chuckles) The only person holding you back is you, Tristan Farnon.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ JAMES: Confirm cow number 85.

HELEN: Number 85.

♪ ♪ Nine, ten.

♪ ♪ We make a good team.

What he means is, he couldn't do it without me.

JAMES: It's true.

Right now, it doesn't feel like there's enough hours in the day.

ALDERSON: Glad to hear it, son.

Good to be busy.

I'm only doing this so I don't forget what he looks like.

JENNY: Dad!

Helen!

♪ ♪ REPORTER (on radio): Tonight, Britain stands on the brink of hostilities with Germany.

At dawn this morning, German aircraft bombed Polish towns and German tanks invaded her frontiers.

The evacuation of children and families from British cities has today been put into operation.

Mr. Chamberlain has asked Herr Hitler to withdraw his German troops from Poland, or Britain and France will be forced to declare war.

The opposition leader, Mr. Attlee, has warned of the dangers of delay.

TRISTAN: Bloody hell.

It's not actually going to happen, is it?

SIEGFRIED: We have been here before.

You'd hope they couldn't be that brainless again, but these are politicians we're talking about... (radio stops) Sorry, Mrs. Hall, that was insensitive of me.

It's getting serious between you two.

I wonder what she'll be cooking.

Oh, she's not cooking.

Mr. and Mrs. Pandhi are hosting us.

I was thinking we should return the invitation as soon as possible.

There's no need to look so panicked.

SIEGFRIED: Panicked?

(voice trembling): I'm not panicked, I'm the opposite of panicked.

I'll be in my office, Mrs. Hall.

Try not to disgrace the family name.

And don't roll in drunk.

He's just protective of you, that's all.

Mm, if you say so.

I'm sure they'll love you.

(chuckles) ♪ ♪ (whimpers) (sighs) Well, why didn't you say so, you daft beggar?

JENNY: They said we could be at war by next week.

What'll that mean for us?

RICHARD: Hey... come 'ere.

Listen, there's no point worrying about summat that en't happened yet.

HELEN: And if it does happen, we'll just have to muck in.

All of us.

We'll get through it.

Let's get back up to the house.

I'll see you back at Skeldale.

(cow mooing) I just wanted to say, no need for you to feel guilty.

Why would I feel guilty?

Farms couldn't function without vets, and the country needs farms.

There's a lot of men that give their eye teeth to be in your position.

I know that... Look, whatever you feel about a sense of duty, just remember, family comes first-- always.

(adjusting caliper, cow moos) What?

What's up?

I said, "What's up?"

♪ ♪ Oh bloody hell, no... No!

Ugh!

♪ ♪ No, I left India when I was young.

My parents sent me to England to be educated.

That's when I met your brother, at veterinary college.

Both top of the class, and both as pig-headed and competitive as the other.

(Tristan laughs) Well, that sounds like Siegfried all right.

So how did you two meet?

I treated her cat.

(soft chuckle) Imagine his parents' reaction when they heard that he'd fallen for a vicar's daughter from Giggleswick.

(all laughing) You still working for your brother?

Strictly speaking, yes.

Haven't figured out how to escape him yet.

(soft chuckle) I think it's important for families to stay together.

(quietly): Yeah... (Daisy barks) ♪ ♪ (laughing): Hello, Daisy, old girl!

Hello!

There's no better test of a man's character than how he gets along with a dog.

Particularly this dog.

Well, that's why you invited me is it?

To test me?

Course it is, lad.

Florence is our only daughter.

We need to know your intentions.

♪ ♪ (stammering): Right.

Well, I, er... My intentions are absolutely honorable.

(stammering): I would never treat Florence with anything other than the utmost... (laughing): If you could see your face!

(all laughing) (sighs deeply, laughs) (chuckling) You could have told me your mother was a joker!

♪ ♪ GEORGE: Who'd like some wine?

Oh, but I thought...

Depends on the sect.

We take the view that Shakti is okay with it.

Oh, well, Shakti sounds like my kinda man.

Shakti is the Great Divine Mother.

Oh... (both women giggle) (all laughing, doorbell ringing) ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (whining) Where've you come from little one?

Eh?

What's this?

Oh... (dog whining) ♪ ♪ (lovingly): Hello!

Hello!

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: "Dash."

So that's your name, is it?

Who in their right mind would abandon such a beautiful animal?

(Dash whining) MRS. HALL: Perhaps he's unwell.

He doesn't seem it.

Well, have you seen him before?

Mm-mm.

What will you do?

Well, we shall have to call round, try and track down the owner.

MRS. HALL: Poor thing.

You must be feeling very scared and alone.

(Dash whining) You're safe here with us, poppet.

(barks) ♪ ♪ That's very kind of you, Dash, eh?

(laughing): All right, you keep it.

If Jess don't mind.

(Dash barking) It'll keep you company.

(laughs, dogs barking) ♪ ♪ Five millimeters?

Is that all?!

It's marginal, but the rules are very clear, I'm afraid.

I should never have agreed to this.

I knew it were trouble.

They'll shut us down, won't they?

Only temporarily.

They'll run further tests and if the herd stays clear for a month or so, you'll be free to re-open the farm.

A, a month?!

What am I supposed to do with no income for a month?

I don't know.

What do you mean you don't know?!

What the hell are we going to do?

I don't see that we have a choice!

I have to the inform the Ministry of Agriculture and hope the process is as short as possible.

I'm very sorry.

Wait a minute, there's, there's no need to be so hasty.

What if... what if I were to fetch me gun and go and shoot the infected beast myself?

There'd be no reason for the MAG to know.

The thing is, it's about public safety.

The rules are there for the greater good-- Yeah, well, sod the bloody rules!

People who make rules about farming don't understand farming and they never have!

(sighs) Look, I'm on your side here, but I can't make exceptions.

You know I can't.

Do you know happened in the last war, eh?

The government let anyone go and fight-- farmers, miners, doctors, vets-- anyone.

And d'you know what happened?

The whole bloody country ground to a halt.

And then halfway through the war, things start to come undone.

And I were working all hours.

I couldn't get the help.

And there weren't a day went by that I weren't scared out of my wits that we'd have enough food to feed our Helen.

I didn't know that.

Took bloody ages to recover.

Just because some pompous pen pusher at Whitehall thought they knew best.

Well, I can't have that again.

Look...

I can hold off informing the MAG until I've run a sputum test in the lab to be sure.

Might we get a different result?

It's unlikely.

But if you want me to do it, I will.

Aye.

James...

Thank you.

♪ ♪ (pulls brake, engine stops) ♪ ♪ How'd it go?

Fine.

Go back to sleep.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (inhales, exhales) (grunts) (radio playing softly in background) How did it go?

SIEGFRIED: You look like you've been dragged through several hedges backwards.

TRISTAN: It's impossible not to love someone who makes toast for you.

Mm.

It was great.

Better than great.

You're not hungover?

Oh...

I feel like a herd of elephants are stomping on my head and it's not out of the question that a rodent has died in my mouth.

It's all Mr. and Mrs. Pandhi's fault.

My God those two can knock it back.

It was all I could do to stop them from cracking open the absinthe and seeing in the dawn.

(laughing) Is it possible you're still drunk?

(laughing): Yes!

(telephone ringing) I'd like to invite Flo over here provided you've no objections?

That sounds wonderful.

TRISTAN: Excellent.

Do you think I could ask her for Sunday lunch tomorrow?

Sunday lunch is a family occasion.

Fine.

(Dash whining) Morning.

I thought I'd let you have a lie-in.

Morning.

Whose dog is this?

MRS. HALL: Somebody left him on the doorstep.

Have you seen him before?

JAMES: That was Mrs. Pumphrey.

She's worried about a stray cat.

Would you mind?

I've got far too much to get through this morning.

(radio music stops, replaced by beeping countdown) (Dash barking, whining) (brief radio static) REPORTER (on radio): Mr. Chamberlain has sent an ultimatum to Herr Hitler.

Withdraw from Poland by no later than 11:00 A.M. tomorrow, or Britain and France will be forced to declare a state of war with Germany.

The prime minister will broadcast to the nation on the morning of the 3rd, and should the conditions set out to Germany not be met, then Mr. Chamberlain will have no hesitation in announcing that a state of war exists between Great Britain and Germany.

Sit yourself down.

You must be starving.

(dishware clanging) ♪ ♪ I thought you had the day off.

After you left yesterday...

It looks like one of the cows might be positive.

Why didn't you wake me up?

I didn't want you up all night worrying.

James, of course wake me up.

This will confirm it one way or the other.

And the rest of the herd were all negative.

Well get on with it then.

Poor Dad.

Is he all right?

He doesn't want it reported.

He knows they'll shut the farm down.

HELEN: We can't keep this from the MAG.

It's TB we're talking about!

♪ ♪ We have to report it.

Well, let's go and break the news to Dad, and then I'll redo the paperwork.

♪ ♪ That's Mallock's van.

♪ ♪ Oh, heck.

RICHARD (voiceover): I had no choice but to kill it!

If the MAG shut this place down we'll struggle to survive the year!

This is a deadly disease, Dad!

Have you forgotten about poor Mr. Henry's boy?

RICHARD: The rest of the herd's tested negative, all of them.

I'm just sayin', with a bit of common sense, we can keep running the farm safely.

HELEN: Killing it is against the law!

They could hit you with a whopping fine-- or worse!

More than that, James could get struck off for this!

It won't come to that.

Hang on... if James is struck off, does that mean he has to go and fight?

Ah, well, if, um... if they find out, (stammering): I'll tell 'em it were my decision.

I'll tell 'em it were nowt to do with James.

They're going to find out, Dad, 'cause you're going to tell them the truth.

The farm being shut down for a few weeks is one thing, James' career being destroyed and everything that goes with that is another.

Go and phone the MAG.

The sooner this is straightened out, the better.

Aye.

To be fair to your dad, he was just trying to protect you both.

As was I.

We can look after ourselves, James.

Understood.

Just... don't be too hard on him.

When it comes to the people you love, sometimes judgment goes out the window.

You do whatever you can to protect them, no matter the cost.

♪ ♪ MRS. PUMPHREY: Here we are.

(cat meowing) (chuckles) She'll come for a saucer of milk, recline in the sun like Cleopatra, and then she'll be off again.

Well, she's in pretty good health for a stray.

I'll give her a vitamin shot.

Friends of yours?

I'm growing a War Garden with the Women's Institute.

It's really going rather well-- we've got runner beans, beetroot, potatoes, turnips.

I'm thinking of having a crack at celery but it's notoriously difficult.

I can't stand celery.

Give it a wide berth, I say.

Oh, it's as much about building morale as anything else.

All of us mucking in together, you know?

We must all do our bit, Mr. Farnon.

If it comes to it, I shall pelt those Nazi buggers with root vegetables.

(laughing) All right.

Come here then you.

There we go.

Oh, well done, you.

Isn't she a darling?

She doesn't quite trust me yet but I'd love to take her in one day.

Wouldn't Tricki be jealous?

Oh...

He doesn't perceive her as a threat, do you, Tricki?

(Tristan and Pumphrey chuckling) You're taking this really seriously, aren't you?

One can't afford not to.

If it makes you feel any better, I don't imagine Pumphrey Manor is high on Hitler's list of targets, Mrs. P. You'll forgive me if don't take military advice from a veterinarian.

(laughing) If there is a war, I want this place to be a sanctuary.

Not just for my staff, but for anyone who might need it.

When you find someone you really care about, you must cling onto them like a life ring in a storm because you never know what might happen next.

♪ ♪ What will your dad and Jenny do while the farm's shut down?

Back there... what did you mean about protecting the people you love?

Can we just put the whole thing behind us and enjoy the weekend?

James... you promised you'd be honest with me.

No secrets, remember?

(pulls brake, engine stops) (Dash barks) Oh...

If Jess en't allowed on Mr. Farnon's chair, then neither are you.

Go on.

(snaps fingers) Down.

All right, then.

But not a word to Mr. Farnon.

Hm?

(chuckles) (inhales deeply) (sighs) (soft chuckle) Everywhere I look, it feels like we're heading for war.

I can't say it's easy watching all these other men signing up.

It made me realize how lucky I am to have you and our life here in Darrowby.

I feel the same.

And on the one hand I want to hold you close and never let you go.

And on the other I want to fight for you with every fiber of my being.

I understand that.

But the war's hundreds of miles away, and there's no certainty it'll happen.

I hope you know that what you're doing here is incredible, James.

I'm so proud of you.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) What's going on?

HELEN: They're evacuees.

Oh, James, look at their little faces.

♪ ♪ JAMES: Hello.

Where have you come from?

WOMAN: Come now, children!

That's it.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) (squeaks) You really don't have to follow me, Dash.

I'm sure Jess would love a playmate.

Mr. Farnon has many qualities, but tidiness... en't one of them.

(sighing) "If you are suffering hardship "and you cannot place your animals "in the care of neighbors, it really is kindest to have them destroyed."

It's from the government.

You can't put him down.

It's barbaric.

And what do we do when the next one's brought in?

And the one after that?

We can't keep him, Mrs. Hall.

Then what do we do?

I don't know.

But he can't stay here.

♪ ♪ (pulls brake, engine stops) (closing car doors) Everything all right, Triss?

Right.

Yes.

Absolutely.

Are you sure about that?

Would you... Could I interest you in a pint in the Drovers?

I'm gasping for an ale.

Why don't I get us all one?

SOLDIER: Gents, can I leave these with you?

(indistinct chatter) Do you think there will be a war?

I don't know.

What will you do if there is?

Why do you ask?

I suppose because you always do the right thing.

But what is the right thing?

Sorry it took so long.

What have I missed?

Oh, I was just telling James how he's my all-time hero.

D'you hear that James?

See, not everyone wants to throttle you.

Ah!

(Helen pats James's back) (soft chuckle) ♪ ♪ Right.

You do that side, I'll do this one.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter) That'll be lovely.

Thank you.

(sighs) ♪ ♪ One of the good things about the TB testing is that I've been able to save some money.

I was putting it aside for a place of our own, but if your dad needs it... You really are the most selfless person I know.

Has someone tidied up in here?

Why?

(loudly): Audrey?

What's the matter?

Mm?

HELEN: The letter on here.

Have you seen it?

The MAG one?

I posted it for you.

But it didn't have a stamp on it.

Well, I thought I were being helpful.

(quietly): Oh God... Tell me we haven't just sent the MAG a form stating there's no TB at Heston Grange?

Harcourt's going to strike me off for this.

♪ ♪ I should have called them the minute the cow tested positive.

HELEN: You've done nothing wrong.

But it looks to them like I have!

It looks to them like I've falsified a form to prevent my wife's farm being shut down.

SIEGFRIED: What if I were to take responsibility?

If they strike me off I'm too old to be conscripted.

You can't do that, Mr. Farnon.

JAMES: No.

Mrs. H is right.

It's out of the question.

(sighs) I'm going to see Harcourt myself.

If I just tell him the truth, maybe he'll believe me.

Believe you?

He'll eat you for breakfast.

I need to explain what happened.

HELEN: Then I'm coming with you.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ (sighs) (inhales deeply, exhales) (Daisy barking) It's lucky you're a good vet 'cause I'm not sure you'd cut it as a florist.

(soft chuckle) Fancy a cuppa?

I've just put the kettle on.

Great, yes.

Well, no, um...

Sorry, is... is anyone else home?

Joan's here.

Doris too, maybe.

Why?

Could we talk out here instead, maybe?

(hesitantly): I'll bring the tea out then... Great.

♪ ♪ (sighs) Can we not just go inside?

I know they may be a bit strange but they don't bite.

Wouldn't you rather be out here in the fresh air?

By the smelly drain?

It does smell a bit, yeah.

(both chuckle) Why are you being so weird, Triss?

(soft chuckle) Right.

Yes, um...

The thing is...

I've been doing a lot of thinking.

You know I think you're great.

Not just to look at.

(both laugh) You know exactly who you are.

And that to me is just...

I've only ever done what Siegfried wanted.

He expected me to go to veterinary college, so I did.

He told me to retake my exams, so I did.

He asked me to join him in his practice and... (chuckling): Well, you get the idea.

Anyway.

(awkward chuckle) To the point.

I know we haven't been seeing each other for very long, and I'm sorry this isn't more romantic, but for the first time in my life, I want to be my own person.

Plow my own furrow, so to speak.

Oh my God... And I want to plow it with you.

What the hell are you doing?!

That didn't come out quite as I'd hoped.

No...

I mean, why would you propose?!

(stammering): I don't know.

I suppose I thought... You're a life ring in a storm.

What?!

Oh God, you're going to turn me down, aren't you?

This is horrendous.

(groans) You know how fond I am of you, Triss.

You're kind... and funny.

I just... (sighs) Maybe now's not the time, you know?

Don't you think there are more important things going on in the world?

So, you're not saying no, you're just saying "not now"?

Here's what I think.

I think maybe you're right about your brother.

You won't be happy until you step out of his shadow.

I think if we got married now, you'd never know.

You need to find out who you are.

And you're not going to do that by being with me.

♪ ♪ (distant telephone ringing, footsteps approaching) (typewriter keys clacking, ringing continues) It's a bit like waiting outside the headmistress's office.

You never got in trouble, did you?

Someone had to be the teacher's pet.

Mr. Harcourt will see you now.

Wish me luck then.

Don't be daft, I'm coming with you.

(sniffs) Would I be right to assume this has something to do with the phone call I received from Richard Alderson earlier today?

Yes, Mr. Harcourt.

Unfortunately, we found a case of TB at his farm.

Well, perhaps you'd care to tell me why he put the animal down himself rather than letting us deal with it?

The reason I'm here, Mr. Harcourt, is to tell you that, unfortunately, a mistake was made with the forms.

I see.

In the next day or two you're going to receive a form in the post declaring the herd to be negative.

Are you telling me, that not only was an animal improperly culled on your wife's farm, but you tried to cover it up?

No, sir.

You see, it wasn't me who filled out the form, it was an honest mistake.

Oh, bloody hell.

It gets worse by the second!

I hope you're not going to tell me it was your wife here because unless she's passed her exams on the sly, she's not a registered veterinarian.

Mr. Harcourt, let me start by offering you a full and unreserved... Bugger your apology, man!

We're in the middle of a national crisis and you're trying to pull a fast one on me!

That's not how it is, I promise you.

Do you actually want to be struck off?

Because I can't for the life of me think of another reason you'd do something so bloody stupid!

If I can say something.

No, you may not!

Never... never have I seen such reckless disregard for the safety of farming and the population at large!

If you'd just let me explain!

Please!

That's all I'm asking!

I'm going to give you one chance, but you'd better make it good, because you're not getting a second.

(inhales) Nothing good comes from worrying.

Well, that's what I keep telling myself at any rate.

I don't like how long he's been.

(door closes, footsteps approaching) Did somebody die?

We thought you were James.

MRS. HALL: He's gone to see the MAG.

We're worried about him.

So I can see.

It were all my fault.

SIEGFRIED: It was not your fault.

MRS. HALL: How's Florence?

Is she coming for lunch tomorrow?

Uh, she may never come for lunch.

Turns out she doesn't want to marry me.

You proposed to her?!

Oh...

I'm... so sorry, love.

(puts knife down) Are you all right?

For God's sake, Tristan, what were you thinking?

Well, I was thinking she'd say yes, obviously.

Only you.

Only you could rush into a marriage proposal and then be surprised when it didn't work out.

Why is belittling me all you ever seem to care about?

I wasn't trying to belittle you.

You put everyone else on a pedestal and me you treat like an animal that needs training.

Oh, what absolute nonsense!

You think so?

It's blindingly obvious to everyone that James is the apple of your eye.

That you're so terrified of losing him.

Well, why aren't you terrified of losing me?!

Tristan, I realize you're angry...

Angry?

I'm not angry.

I'm awake, Siegfried.

I feel like I've opened my eyes for the first time in my life.

Maybe you should open yours, too, because the world is changing, and you need to change with it.

You know, one of things I most admire about Flo, not that you've ever bothered to ask by the way, is that she has the courage to live her own life.

I'm sorry if I've made you feel like that.

Nothing could be further from the truth.

The truth is that nothing I ever do will be good enough for you.

I only wish I'd realized it sooner.

I will always look after you.

I hope you know that.

That's just the thing.

I know you will.

♪ ♪ Mr. Harcourt, I understand where you're coming from, I do.

But I want to be very clear about this.

This is the antithesis of clear.

I didn't knowingly try to conceal the truth.

I would never do that.

Just as I would never put my name to a false document.

I didn't put my name to a false document.

I never signed it.

It's true.

The form's null and void.

It counts for nothing.

Yeah, signed or not, you still tried to pull the wool over my eyes and that's a sackable offense.

My husband's not a liar.

In fact he's one of the best people you're ever likely to meet!

(exhaling): Kindly control your wife, Herriot, or I shall have to.

You can talk to me.

I'm right here!

And I'll have my say, if you don't mind.

Even when he makes mistakes, James is never anything but honest.

And every single thing he does is about helping other people, and if you knew him like I do, you'd know he'd never lie.

Look... Dales farmers are a tough bunch.

They know their mind and they're not easily swayed.

I should know, I'm one of 'em.

Now here's the truth of it: James worked hard to win their trust.

He's the one that got 'em signed up to your TB testing scheme.

Without him, none of them would have agreed to it.

Not one.

You strike him off now, and you'll lose all of 'em, I can promise you that.

And with them, any hope of controlling TB in this county.

My husband's a good man and right now we need good men more than ever.

♪ ♪ (inhales) Much as I'd like to see you dragged across the coals, the truth is, your wife's right.

You are a lucky man, Herriot.

Thank you, Mr. Harcourt.

Now get out of here 'fore I change my mind.

Bloody hell.

(door closes) MAN: By signing here, you agree to the Ministry of Agriculture taking temporary custody of your entire herd, until such time as the necessary conditions have been met at which point the animals will be returned to your charge.

♪ ♪ Thank you, Mr. Alderson.

We'll be in touch.

We'll get through this, Dad.

I'll make sure of it.

♪ ♪ I'm just glad that Harcourt saw sense in the end.

(radio playing softly in background) I don't know who's more relieved-- you or Mr. Farnon.

You've never seen two people leave a room so quick, en't that right, James?

(all chuckling) I'm sure Heston Grange won't be closed for long.

Still, you must be worried.

I am.

But I can't lie, I'm more worried about James.

SIEGFRIED: I think we all were.

Has there been any news this morning?

(door closes) Not since the cabinet meeting last night.

There was talk of an announcement but... (radio continues playing) (whining) Hello!

Hello... You're still here then?

Your brother wants to put him down.

You know perfectly well that's the last thing I want to do.

(whines) Oh, what are we to do with you?

Why don't you ask if Mrs. Pumphrey will take him?

You think she would?

I do, actually.

(radio music stops, replaced by beeping countdown) Why don't you give her a call?

Be quiet, this is it now!

(beeping grows louder) NEVILLE CHAMBERLAIN (on radio): I am speaking to you from the cabinet room at 10 Downing Street.

This morning, the British ambassador in Berlin handed the German government a final note stating that unless we heard from them by 11:00 that they were prepared at once to withdraw their troops from Poland, a state of war would exist between us.

I have to tell you now that no such undertaking has been received, and that, consequently, this country is at war with Germany.

(birds twittering) ♪ ♪ Why don't you say hello?

I don't know.

HELEN: He's a good man who cares for you.

It doesn't need to be complicated.

♪ ♪ (sighs, door closes) (indistinct chatter) Sorry about Flo.

It's funny, it's like... it's like she knows me better than I know myself.

You and Helen seem so happy.

I suppose I thought, why can't that be me?

You know, when I first arrived I didn't know what to make of you.

(both laughing) To be honest I thought you were a bit of a cad.

A cad?!

A chancer.

I thought you only cared about yourself.

Oh, thanks very much.

(laughs) But then I got to know the real you, and I realized that couldn't be further from the truth.

You're a good man, Triss.

For what it's worth, I don't think marriage tells you who you are.

I think you need to find that out for yourself.

♪ ♪ You've been like a brother to me, Jim.

You say that like... (chuckles) No one's going anywhere.

♪ ♪ (Rock barks, Mrs. Hall chuckles) MRS. HALL: It's hard to fathom, in't it?

Perhaps it were inevitable.

I'm glad they can't call you up.

(chuckles) First time I've ever felt glad not to be a young'un anymore.

You must be worried about your lad.

We're writing to each other now.

He told me in his last letter, (inhaling): he said... (sighing): he said he weren't afraid.

I were so scared he'd end up like his father, but he's not.

Not like him at all.

One day you can tell me about it.

But you've no need to now.

Just good to see you again.

(soft chuckle) ♪ ♪ (Dash barks, whines) (whining continues) ♪ ♪ (doorbell ring, Dash barks) MRS. PUMPHREY: Ah, Mrs. Hall.

Good morning.

Good morning.

I won't keep you.

Um, but I've thought about it, and I'd be very happy to take him.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pumphrey, I...

I feel it's the right thing to do under the circumstances.

And Tricki and I could do with some extra company, couldn't we, Tricki?

(both chuckle) Mr. Farnon called me about the Springer Spaniel.

Dash, is it?

Oh, I see.

SIEGFRIED: Delighted to hear it.

Good morning, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Morning, Mr. Farnon.

The thought of putting him down was rather too much to bear.

Dash!

MRS. PUMPHREY: Oh!

Look at him, he's beautiful!

Come here.

Come and say hello to Tricki.

(Dash barks) Oh, you're going to be the very best of friends, I can tell.

(Mrs. Pumphrey chuckles, Dash barks) (Dash barks, runs over) No... no... You must go with Mrs. Pumphrey.

There's a good boy.

Come on, Dash, come on... (Dash whines) You have to go.

She'll look after you.

(Dash whining) ♪ ♪ I'm sorry, Mrs. Pumphrey.

No, no, not at all.

We shall pop back again tomorrow, won't we, Tricki?

No, I mean, I'm sorry to have put you to this trouble.

Dash belongs here with us.

Isn't that right, Mrs. Hall?

As you wish, Mr. Farnon.

♪ ♪ (Dash barks) James?

Talk to me.

About what?

I'm not stupid.

Most people given an 11th hour reprieve like Harcourt gave you would be doing cartwheels.

When I saw the faces of those children...

I couldn't help but think they might never see their homes again.

Or their parents.

The only rational human response is to try and stop it.

To help.

I do know that.

The thing is...

If I don't put myself forward, then who am I?

I just know I could never forgive myself if I did nothing.

♪ ♪ JAMES: I'll always be grateful to you, Siegfried, you know that.

They might turn me down, but I have to at least try.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Wait a second, Jim!

(closes door) I'll walk with you.

Can't let you go on your own.

SIEGFRIED: I never thought we'd be here again.

All wars end eventually.

Normal life will return.

In the meantime, we must appreciate what we have.

I intend to be kinder to my brother.

You should hold me to that.

(laughing, bells ringing) MAN: This way, come forward.

Do you think they'll stop ringing, like in the Great War?

Do you remember?

Every bell in the country from Land's End to John O'Groats.

Completely silent till the armistice.

Wonder if this will be the last time we hear them.

(bells continue ringing) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (inhales sharply) (bells continue ringing) You'd best leave me here.

Or you'll end up getting recruited yourself.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bells continue ringing) ♪ ♪ I'm Eva.

MRS. HALL: An evacuee?

She'll be safer here, I'm sure.

ALL: Merry Christmas!

JAMES: There's another attempted raid over Glasgow.

You'll be told if and when you're needed.

MRS. HALL: It's not your choice to make.

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