♪ ♪ He said he felt too ashamed to show his face in Darrowby.

Who's this?

Hugh Hulton.

♪ ♪ TRISTAN: You let me think I was qualified when I wasn't.

You can't admit that you're in the wrong.

I don't see that I am, necessarily.

Why didn't you tell me?

I'm so sorry.

It's about Glasgow.

They offered you a job.

I want to be with you.

I don't know what I'm going to do.

Well then, we'll just have to work something out, won't we?

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (birds twittering) ♪ ♪ (engine running) (footsteps approaching) GATEKEEPER: Mr. Hulton's waiting for you in the yard, Mr. Herriot.

(inhales) (pulls brake) JAMES: Thank you.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Mrs. Hall?

Look at this, Mrs. Hall.

There's a hole in my cricket flannels.

So there is.

I can't wear them on Sunday with a hole.

What would Mrs. Pumphrey say?

It's a good thing the Lord invented darning then.

Right.

Thank you.

I've just been speaking to Richard Alderson.

Oh, aye?

Apparently we're still a man short for Sunday.

It's bad enough that we've lost our top batsman.

Tristan, I know you're still unhappy with me, but this-this is cricket.

The annual Darrowby match at Pumphrey Manor.

You're not just punishing me, you know, you're letting down the whole team.

Look, I told you.

I can't play for the Darrowby 11 anymore.

Oh, that's just nonsense!

It's for local farmers and vets... by invitation.

And I, last time I checked, am neither.

♪ ♪ (birds twittering) (indistinct chatter) ♪ ♪ Herriot.

Thanks so much for coming out.

No trouble at all.

I understand you've a bull needs ringing?

I do indeed.

This way.

So, how've you been, James?

Life treating you well?

Uh, yes, no complaints.

How about you?

How was France?

It was really rather good, actually.

Excellent weather, fine food.

Plenty of wine.

Very nice.

(bull grumbling) Here he is.

This is Monty.

He's only a year old but he's a powerful fellow.

No, I can see that.

(laughs) We also need to move him later today, so if you could sedate him once you've got the ring in.

That shouldn't be a problem.

(grumbling) I will need a couple more men to hold him though.

(clears throat) (soft chuckle) So Hugh definitely said it was about a bull?

That's what he said.

He's got a new bull that needs ringing.

(Jess barks) And he specifically asked for James?

He did.

It's about Helen.

It's got to be.

I reckon James' sins finally found him out.

Don't be daft.

James has done nothing wrong.

Tell that to Hugh Hulton.

♪ ♪ (Monty grumbling) Won't be a moment.

Just going to give him an injection of local anesthetic.

Don't most vets just go ahead and punch the hole?

They do... (Monty grumbling) I find this way works better.

(grumbling) All right, almost done.

(Monty whining) Easy now... (punch snaps, James exhales) Huh.

Didn't bother him at all.

It usually works.

Now, we just need the ring.

So have I missed very much while I've been away in France?

Uh, no, not that I can think of.

No great Darrowby dramas to report?

No, no, things just chugging along, you know.

Have you seen much of Helen?

Uh, no, not a great deal, but... well, now and again, yeah.

She seems well, does she?

Yes.

Yes, far as I can tell.

Right, shall we get on with this then?

I'm going up there later actually-- Heston Grange.

Oh, yes?

(Monty grumbling) FARM HAND: Whoa!

Easy Monty... (chuckling): I say, James, you all right?

FARM HAND: Come on, Monty, now...

Calm down.

(breathless): I think I'll live.

Glad to hear it.

(laughing) (laughs) (breathing heavily) ♪ ♪ (dogs barking) So... what's the verdict?

Any hope?

Oh, there's always hope.

The adjustment nut's a bit stiff, but once, once I've worked it loose, I can raise the bob, and she'll run right to time.

That all it needs?

Well, you, you have to know how far to raise it.

Oh, of course, I don't doubt it takes a lot of expertise.

Don't know about that.

The main thing to remember is lower is slower and left is lower.

Turn it to the right, it'll go faster.

That's it.

Ah, so you've, you've a cricketer in the house.

Hmm?

Oh, we've two.

But it's Mr. Farnon Senior who's playing in the match on Sunday.

To be honest, I've never understood the appeal.

(chuckles) I know, and I call myself a Yorkshireman.

(chuckles) You'll be at the match, I take it?

I will.

In fact, I'll be scoring.

Ah, so you're something of an expert?

An amateur enthusiast perhaps.

Anyway, I'll, uh...

I'll let you get on.

(nearby door opens) Oh, well... thanks for the tea.

Mm-hmm.

(nearby door closes) ♪ ♪ (dog whining) (door opens, closes) What happened to you?

Bit of a near miss.

Who with?

A very large, very angry bull.

Oh... bucket.

♪ ♪ HELEN: What time did Hugh say he'd be up?

ALDERSON: 11:00.

And he just said it were about the lease?

He did.

So d'you think he wants to sell?

Is that what he's coming to tell us?

You know as much as I do.

(sheep bleating) What if he's decided not to renew the lease because of what happened between me and him?

Then I'd say you were right not to marry him.

(sheep bleating) I've put everything in the bucket.

Good.

Those clothes'll be needing to soak overnight.

Are you hurt?

Just a bit bruised.

It was mainly my pride that took a bashing.

And how was Hugh?

Fine.

Better than fine.

He seemed full of the joys of spring.

Is that right?

He asked after Helen.

Oh, yes?

I didn't have the guts to tell him.

Well, probably best he hears it from her.

Maybe.

Either way, it'll not make any difference to you and Helen.

No, no, I suppose not.

(telephone ringing) (ringing continues) (ringing continues) Darrowby 2297.

I'm sorry, I can barely hear you.

Ah, Mrs. Pumphrey.

Hello, is everything all right?

(indistinct voice on phone) Mr. Farnon?

MRS. PUMPHREY: Yes, Mr. Farnon.

No, I see.

Well, of course, if it's a matter of great delicacy.

♪ ♪ I'll tell him now.

That was Mrs. Pumphrey.

She asked if you could go up to the manor.

Doesn't she want Tricki's Uncle Herriot?

Apparently not.

She said the matter requires the utmost discretion.

Intriguing.

Hm.

♪ ♪ TRISTAN: "The utmost discretion"?

What's all that about?

I've no idea.

She said she'll only discuss it with Siegfried-- in person.

So, spill the beans.

What happened at Hulton Hall?

Not a great deal.

What Hugh didn't challenge you to a duel for Helen's hand?

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but no.

Well, has he seen her yet?

Uh, no, he said he was going up later today.

And that doesn't bother you?

Of course not.

Why should it?

No reason.

Where are you off to?

Nowhere.

I just, um...

I need to run an errand.

Oh... (laughing softly) ♪ ♪ JENNY: He's here!

He's here.

♪ ♪ Hello there.

How do.

♪ ♪ You got back all right then?

I did, yes.

Thank you.

Can I make you a cup of tea?

Uh, no, no thanks.

I can't stay long.

You said you wanted to speak to us about the lease?

Yes, yes, that's right.

Uh... Ah, here we go.

I intend to renew the lease on the farm for the agreed period of 20 years as per our existing contract but with a couple of additional stipulations.

The lawyers have added Helen's and Jenny's names and specified that they'll inherit the lease on the same terms.

That's assuming that they want to continue farming.

That's wonderful.

Thank you.

Thank you, Hugh.

It's very good of you.

Not at all.

It's something that should have been done years ago, but, um... Well, it didn't really seem necessary before.

Uh...

Anyway I, uh...

I think that just about covers it.

I, I don't want to take up too much of your time.

But there is, um, something I'd like to show you back at the farm.

♪ ♪ (exhales) ♪ ♪ I don't understand.

Consider it a replacement, or apology, if you like, for the difficulties with the sale of your last bull.

Hugh, this is too much.

We can't accept this.

Please, Mr. Alderson.

It would mean a great deal.

He's of good breeding stock, excellent condition.

Ah well, even so...

I would really like to make amends.

Dad, why don't we think about it, eh?

HUGH: That's all I ask.

Just keep him here for now and let me know what you decide.

Right.

All right, then.

Excellent.

Right, better get on.

♪ ♪ Hugh?

Do you have to rush straight off?

Afraid so.

Estate business has rather piled up while I've been away.

No doubt see you at the cricket on Sunday.

You will.

Jolly good.

♪ ♪ (birds squawking) ♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: I understand Tricki's been rather distressed?

He's not himself at all.

Is he off his food?

Feeling lethargic?

Oh, no, no there's no problem in that department.

In fact, if anything, his appetite's more robust than ever.

No, it's just, um... (Tricki snorts) He's become... increasingly... amorous towards things.

It's quite unsettling.

In the end I had to take his cushion away.

(sneezes) I see.

Well, let's have a look at him, shall we?

You know, Mrs. Pumphrey, the behavior you're describing is perfectly normal.

Tricki's a healthy animal in the prime of life.

And, as such, he's experiencing some very natural... urges.

But he's just a baby!

He's never shown the slightest bit of interest in... that sort of thing.

Well, it's a testament to the excellent level of care he's been receiving.

His weight's gone down, his exercise has gone up.

He's obviously feeling a great deal livelier in every department.

You know, François did say that on one of their outings, he seemed intent on getting into Mr. Handshaw's yard.

And does Mr. Handshaw own a dog at all?

Oh yes, a terrier.

Named Bella, I believe.

Well, that would certainly explain it.

Less lethargic... more lothario.

So what can be done to discourage it?

I'm afraid the heart wants what it wants.

Which, in Tricki's case, would seem to be Bella.

Oh dear.

There is one effective course of action.

It's a fairly simple procedure.

Oh, no, no, no.

No, Mr. Farnon, no.

Can't you just give him a calming draught of some sort?

I'm sorry, Mrs. Pumphrey.

He'll have to be fixed.

If not, Tricki will simply continue his pursuit until he succeeds.

(grumbles) (car engine running) ♪ ♪ (pulls brake) (Scruff barks, car pulls up) JENNY: Hello, James.

Hello, Jenny.

(Scruff barks) Hello, Scruff.

Wait till you see what Hugh Hulton's brought us.

JENNY: He's gonna be absolutely massive.

He really is.

Have you ever seen anything like it?

And he'll be worth a fortune in stud fees.

But Hugh won't accept a penny for him, says it's an apology because he wants to move forward with a clean slate.

Jenny, run and put the kettle on.

Father'll be wanting a brew and I'm sure James'd like one.

Fine.

(sheep bleating) A pedigree bull.

Quite the gift.

I know.

It were the last thing we expected.

We haven't said we'll take him yet.

Dad thinks it's far too much, but even so... And there you were, worried he might not even renew the lease.

I know.

That's all sorted now too.

He's even added mine and Jenny's names so it'll be ours to inherit.

Right.

That's very decent of him.

ALDERSON: Nah then... Mr. Alderson.

ALDERSON: What do you reckon?

He's a fine specimen.

He is that.

Any luck with Reg Dutton, dad?

No, he's still over in Listondale.

Dad's a player down for the match on Sunday.

Oh yes?

And with Hugh back, they'll be really up against it.

Hugh's on the opposing team?

He's captain.

Not to mention their star player.

He's the main reason they always win.

Uh... not always.

Though Hugh is a good bowler, there's no denying it.

You know, Mr. Alderson, if you need an extra man I'd be happy to help out.

I didn't know you played.

Yes, well, now and again.

Oh aye?

You reckon you're up to it, do you, lad?

Absolutely.

Right.

You're in.

(music playing on radio) I'm really not much of a cricketer, but I guess if it's just a friendly match it's not too much to worry about.

"Friendly?!"

(whines) James, I would not be exaggerating to say that this is the most important game in the cricketing calendar.

Once a year, the Darrowby 11 goes up against the might of Hulton Hall's invited gentlemen playing for the honor of Darrowby.

And get annihilated.

That's hardly the point.

It's really quite the event, James.

TRISTAN: Mrs. Pumphrey holds it on her own private ground.

Sorry, she has a cricket pitch?

Ground, yes, down beyond the orchard.

The old dear's completely cricket-mad.

So when you say you're "not much of a cricketer"?

Well, football's more my game.

But you have played?

Once or twice-- probably just once.

Oh, dear... (turns radio off) Well, I had no idea it was so important.

(chuckling): Oh, I'd say it's important.

For a Yorkshireman, it goes king, God, cricket.

I mean, if you get this wrong, they'll string you up in the town square.

Oh fiddlesticks!

James is fast and he's fit.

All right, it's not his game, but with a bit of coaching, he'll do perfectly well.

MRS. HALL: Quite right.

We'll soon whip you into shape, lad.

So, we've a day and a half.

That's what-- 14, 15 hours of sunlight?

Now, when you played before, would you say you were more of a batsman or a bowler?

Well, neither really.

It was on the beach at Troon and it was probably more what you would call French cricket.

♪ ♪ But it can't be any tougher than football.

At least in cricket no one tackles you.

You haven't had a cricket ball coming at you at 80 miles an hour.

Seriously, James, one of those could kill you.

♪ ♪ SIEGFRIED: Right, follow me.

♪ ♪ (barks) MRS. HALL: Jess, come on, give that; the boys need it for their cricket.

Thank you.

Right, come on.

Right, James, take your guard.

Remember middle and leg, head over the ball, straight back.

Weight on the front foot.

And nice easy lob... (sighs) You need to maintain your guard.

How's he getting on?

SIEGFRIED: Try again!

You could give your brother a hand.

Yes, and he could apologize for treating me like a fool.

But I don't see that happening any time soon either.

And... James, please try to concentrate!

I... (sighs) Right, once more.

Take your guard, middle and leg.

Oh, for the love of God!

James, pass it here.

Right, don't even think about hitting it, just think about blocking it.

Blocking it?

You just need to get behind the ball and stop it, all right, come on.

(grunts) As long as it doesn't hit your leg, or the wicket, you'll stay in.

Well, there's a little more to it than that.

No, there isn't, not for James.

But, as ever, you're making everything 10,000 times more complicated than it has to be.

He needs to know what he should be doing.

He needs you to stop confusing him with pointless stuff.

Just let the man breathe and he'll work it out for himself.

James?

Here, give it a try.

Now that's it, just relax.

All you need to do is block it.

(exhales) It worked!

Course it did.

TRISTAN: Now just remember the cardinal rule: never step away from your stumps.

Well, at least he's making himself useful.

Despite the injured air.

He feels you still owe him an apology.

Oh, utter nonsense!

(telephone ringing) So you played a lot of cricket at school then, did you, Triss?

Yes, fair bit.

Captain of the first 11, weren't you?

Mm-hmm.

Darrowby 2297.

Yes, we had a pretty strong team at the prep school.

Even won the inter-school cup three years in a row.

I didn't know that.

No?

Yeah, we actually set a new record for the under 12s.

The old man came to every match.

Pa used to watch you play?

He'd drive up in the mornings and we'd make a day of it.

You know how he loved cricket.

(chuckling): Yes.

Yes, I suppose he did.

MRS. HALL: Mr. Farnon.

Mrs. Pumphrey.

She says she's in dire need of your assistance.

(quietly): Now?

Mrs. Pumphrey, what can I do for you?

MRS. PUMPHREY: The workmen were putting up the tea tent for tomorrow, you see, and François was clearly distracted.

And, um, poor Tricki, I mean, he dashed through the main gate MRS. PUMPHREY (on phone): and just ran and ran.

So Tricki is missing?

(whispering): Foot to the pitch of the ball, James.

MRS. PUMPHREY (on phone): Well no, not, not exactly.

He was, um... (whispering): He was heading in the direction of Mr. Handshaw's yard.

Ah.

(on phone): And I really can't... ask François.

(on phone): No, of course.

Uh, leave, leave it with me, Mrs. Pumphrey, you've nothing to worry about.

Oh, thank you, thank you.

Mr. Farnon?

When you see Tricki, could you pretend that you just happened to be passing?

He's terribly private.

I would hate for him to be embarrassed.

I understand.

Of course.

Mm.

I think we should keep it.

How can we?

It's far too much.

We could never afford a bull like that ourselves.

That we couldn't.

But... if we did accept a pedigree stud in prime condition it'd earn its keep ten times over.

But if we say yes, won't we end up feeling beholden?

But if you say no, won't it seem like you're making a point?

Like you're saying things aren't all right between you and Hugh.

I suppose.

What do you think we should do, Dad?

I think final decision has got to be yours, love.

If it don't sit right with you, we'll manage well enough without.

♪ ♪ Aye, he's a determined little bugger.

Well, as I say, Mrs. Pumphrey did want me to pass on her sincere apologies.

Not to worry.

It's not like he's some stray.

A litter or two of pups wouldn't be the end of the world.

Come on, then, young Tricki Woo, let's put you back where you belong, shall we?

See you at the match tomorrow, Mr. Handshaw.

Your brother still not playing?

I'm afraid not.

That's a damned shame.

Might've given us a fighting chance.

♪ ♪ MRS. PUMPHREY (voiceover): I just don't understand it.

I mean if it were another Pekinese, it might make more sense.

Well, now he's been there once, he'll be much more inclined to visit again.

Right, seems we have no choice.

It's a very simple procedure.

In fact, I should be able to fit him in on Monday.

That soon?

Well, all right, if we must, we must.

But until then, you really need to keep him on a lead.

Oh, Tricki.

Will you ever forgive me?

(snorts) All set for the match tomorrow, I hope?

Absolutely.

Raring to go.

MRS. PUMPHREY (chuckling): Oh, that's the spirit.

And with James playing too, I really think this might be your year.

♪ ♪ (lively chatter) ♪ ♪ (lively chatter continues) MRS. PUMPHREY: I think we're all here.

Ladies and gentlemen, it's my very great pleasure to welcome you all to Pumphrey Manor for this year's encounter between the Darrowby 11, and the Hulton Hall Chaps.

(cheers and applause) ALDERSON: Has anyone see Vic Rudd?

(cheers and applause) We'll be playing a timed game, with the last 20 overs from 5:00.

And I know we're all looking forward to seeing some excellent cricket.

So, um... (Tricki barks) (chuckling) Uh... without further ado, Mr. Chapman?

Yeah.

If you would do the honors.

Certainly.

Well, gentlemen, if you're ready, will you two captains accompany me to the crease for the coin toss, please?

Thank you.

CHILD: Mr. Alderson!

Mr. Alderson... Young Rudds, where's your father?

He can't come, Mr. Alderson, the sheep got out and he needs to round 'em up.

You're kidding me?

No, we're not.

We're not!

You're not... so he's not coming?

So we're a player short!

Well, go on.

You can't let them go out with ten men.

I can always play, Mr. Alderson, if that would be any help.

Help, yeah, that'd be a big help.

Shame you didn't offer before.

Go and help your dad look for them sheep.

♪ ♪ Welcome to the team.

Yes, thanks.

(laughing) ♪ ♪ Afternoon.

MR. CHAPMAN: Mr. Hulton, would you like to make the call?

Heads.

Heads it is.

Excellent.

I think we'll bat first.

We're bowling, lads!

We're batting!

SIEGFRIED: Well, we've got to do it sometime, I rather do it second, but... (applause) Herriot.

Hugh.

Right, remember what we did last year?

(applause) Come on boys, be alert.

♪ ♪ Go on, Dad!

MR. ALDERSON: Look lively, Herriot!

Come on, lads!

Okay, play.

(applause) Four.

Excellent opener, Mr. Hulton!

Looks like Mr. Hulton means business.

MR. ALDERMAN: Herriot!

(applause) Good shot!

Go on James!

Get behind it.

Come on, James.

(applause) Catch it!

Catch it, Herriot!

Catch it!

♪ ♪ Just a single.

Keepers end!

(ball thudding) (applause) (ball thuds) ♪ ♪ (applause) That's Hulton's 50.

(cheers and applause) MAN: Well done, Hugh.

♪ ♪ Herriot?!

James!

Ball!

Come on, laddie!

(sighs) Eye on the ball, Mr. Herriot.

123.

For no wickets.

ALL: Howzat!

Not out.

(groans) Unlucky... (applause) James is looking a bit hot.

JENNY: Hugh's giving him a right run around.

Helen!

How are you?

Hello, Margot.

Yeah, I'm fine, thank you.

This is me sister, Jenny.

Hello.

Are you enjoying the match?

(cricket bat thuds) I will once we start getting some wickets.

Oh yes, of course.

I see James is playing.

He is.

Good.

(applause) Anyway, I'm sure I'll see you in the tea tent.

What was all that about?

ALDERMAN: Let's be having a wicket, Siegfried.

(crowd chattering) Hello there.

Hello.

I noticed you were rather tied to your post and thought you might be in need of refreshment.

Oh, that's very kind of you.

Thank you.

Your Mr. Farnon doesn't seem to be having much luck.

Trouble is, he's overpitching.

Come on, Siegfried!

When you say "overpitching"...

He's landing the ball too close to the batsman, making it easier to drive.

SIEGFRIED: Go on, James!

MRS. HALL: Making it harder for the fielders.

So he does.

(applause) Are you all right, there, Herriot?

Fine, thanks.

Well, you can't blame the ball this time!

(laughter) (laughs, grunts) Where's Jenny?

Would you mind changing that to 138?

♪ ♪ Mr. Chapman?

Hm?

I think that's enough.

Come on, Harry.

Ah, and that's the declaration.

Tea, everyone!

(applause) JAMES: What's happening?

Hulton thinks he's got enough runs to win, so he's declared.

He's stopping.

Well, that's good news for us, isn't it?

Aye, if you like charity.

I could certainly use a cup of tea.

Well, enjoy it while you can.

We're batting next, and it won't be pretty.

Well played, chaps.

(applause) How about a bit of pork pie, you love that.

Oh yum, yum, yum, no?

Or how about a tiny piece of iced bun?

Ah!

Oh, oh, Mr. Farnon, I hope you're not too disheartened.

Oh, not at all.

We've got a lot of strength in our batting.

That's the spirit, and you have your secret weapon.

Your brother, of course.

(indistinct chatter) Yes.

He opened quite gloriously last year.

He did do very well.

Tricki!

Please.

(Tricki barks) He simply hates this horrid lead.

Well, it's only till the operation.

And what then?

Can you promise me, he'll still be my Tricki once he's been... emasculated?

Some dogs do present a slight change in temperament.

Yes, that's what I feared.

(sighs) It just feels too cruel.

Why shouldn't he be allowed to express his true self, and experience life to the full?

And if Mr. Handshaw were open to an arrangement... Well, he certainly gave that impression.

Well, what would you do, Mr. Farnon?

(Tristan laughing) (laughter continues) Do you know what, Mrs. Pumphrey?

If I were you, I would forget the lead, and just let Tricki do what comes naturally.

Life's just too short, isn't it?

Oh, I knew you would understand.

(laughs) (laughs) ♪ ♪ HELEN: Hugh?

Could I speak to you for a moment?

Course.

I just want to say how... how sorry I am.

For everything that happened.

That's water under the bridge.

No, I know, but I've not had chance to apologize properly, in person.

I never wanted to hurt you.

We just weren't right for one another.

And I knew I wouldn't make you happy.

Well, I admit, I...

I was rather devastated.

But, in a way, once the worst has happened, it's actually rather freeing.

I think part of me always knew it wasn't right.

That we were good pals, and I know you were fond of me, but well, it was never a grand passion, really, was it?

Well, no, maybe not.

Maybe one day we can be pals again.

I'd like that.

About the bull... (sighs) It was such a generous thing to do.

Did I overstep?

Because that, that really wasn't my intention.

No, and my Dad knows you meant well.

We both do.

But we can't accept it.

(sighs) Right.

Pay our own way, always have.

And you've no reason to feel you have to make amends.

(chuckling) Didn't realize Herriot was a cricketer.

Oh, he stepped in at the last minute.

Ah, keen to impress the captain, no doubt.

We only started seeing each other quite recently.

I mean, there were nothing going on before.

Helen, really, I'm just glad you're happy.

Well, I'd better get back to the others.

Discuss strategy and all that.

Hello.

Oh, there you are.

I saw you chatting with Hugh.

Yeah, we had a really good talk.

I feel like we've cleared the air.

Right.

What's wrong?

I just wondered why he was kissing you.

Kissing?

Oh, that were nothing!

Right.

He just wants to be friends.

And he's given you a pedigree bull to prove it.

Yeah, well, I've said I'm not accepting the bull.

You're not?

Course not.

It were a kind gesture, but we're not in need of charity, however well meant.

ALDERSON: Now then, Herriot.

I'll put you up to bat last with you being a novice.

Right, very good.

Let's hope that Hugh takes it easy with you.

Right, ladies and gentlemen, I think we are ready to resume.

TRISTAN (sighs): Hulton's looking deadly serious.

But then I suppose he's a lot riding on this.

How do you mean?

Well, all those months he spent in France, too embarrassed to show his face.

He'll be wanting a win to restore his dignity.

Triss!

(Tristan chuckling) (applause) ♪ ♪ MR. ALDERSON: Lovely shot, Tristan!

(applause) HELEN: Go on, Triss!

♪ ♪ (loud thwack) MAN: Brilliant!

♪ ♪ (applause) Again!

(applause) MEN: Hey!

(crowd groaning) (cheering) ALL: Howzat!

Stay!

(cheers and applause) (cheers) (groans) MRS HALL: That's called a batting collapse.

It's more exciting than I'd anticipated.

We'll make a cricket convert of you yet.

You know, I walk Rock down by Copley Brook most evenings.

If ever you're out with Jess and want a bit of company.

Well, perhaps we'll see you down there.

Last over, I doubt you'll be needed.

They need to get two wickets before you go in and Siegfried's looking strong.

(applause) Catch it!

Yes!

(cheers and applause) Just four balls to face, Henry.

Come on, Henry!

Thanks, lads.

Well done, Farnon.

All the best, Henry.

Play.

(groans in pain) (crowd gasps) (groans) ALDERMAN: Spoke too soon.

Right, Herriot, get padded up.

Henry's retiring hurt.

There's three balls left till the end of the game.

If they don't get you out, we'll draw.

And that's as good as a win.

Just do what you can.

Thanks a lot.

Oh no, it's all right.

(groans) (applause) All you have to do is stay in, old chap.

Remember what we practiced.

Protect your wicket, guard your stumps.

Middle and leg?

That'll do.

Go on, lad!

MR. CHAPMAN: Three balls to come.

(grunts) (crowd gasps) You all right, lad?

Fine.

You all right, Jim?

♪ ♪ Well done, James.

Right, Tristan will want the strike so he can face the last ball.

How will he do that?

Well, James will need a single run.

So they can swap ends.

Run!

MR. CHAPMAN: It's gone for four.

Back this end, old chap.

GERALD: Well, that's not good.

James keeps the strike.

(sighs) Last ball of the match.

Just block it again, exactly the same as before, and Hugh'll be crying into his beer tonight.

(chuckles) SPECTATORS: Come on, Herriot.

Come on, James!

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (cheers) (roars in joy) MAN: Well done.

Well done!

(cheers and applause) (indistinct chatter) Hard luck, lad.

Thanks, Bert.

Funny that, almost looked like you deliberately stepped away from the wicket.

Why ever would I do that?

I have absolutely no idea.

(cheers and applause) Well done.

Well played.

Hey, bad luck, Mr. Herriot, nearly had a draw there.

Aye, still, well played, lads.

They were a tough side and no mistake.

You carried your bat.

Great achievement, both of you.

The old man would be proud.

ALDERMAN: Sir.

Very fine batting, young Farnon.

James didn't do too badly, either.

Till he lost his nerve.

Dad!

Oh, well, I'm only saying it to him.

Good try, Uncle Herriot.

Thank you, Mrs. Pumphrey.

(chuckles) Well done, Triss.

Thanks, Helen.

Well done.

I don't think your dad's too happy.

Don't worry about him.

HUGH: James, I just wanted to say, well played.

You too.

I suppose the best team won.

Still, that took real grit.

Anyway, have a good evening, both of you.

So... how does it feel?

What, to have missed the most important ball of the match?

That what you did?

I felt I owed him a win.

I know.

And I love you for it.

You do?

Yes, I suppose I do.

♪ ♪ Thank you, George.

(crowd chattering) To your very good health.

Cheers.

You know, I don't remember Pa ever visiting me at school.

No?

He used to take me out on his rounds, though.

I was nine when I delivered my first lamb.

And you've never looked back.

No, I suppose I didn't.

I owe you an apology, Tristan.

For not telling you the truth about your results.

I genuinely believed I was acting in your best interests.

Right.

But I realize now, that I may have been wrong.

Anyway, the money's there, if you decide you want to go back to college.

Equally, if you feel it's not for you... Well, it should be your decision.

Thank you.

Here he is!

"An hour to play and the last man in."

MRS. HALL: I think he did very well.

Hm, how're the ribs?

Bit sore to be honest.

Oh, you poor old thing.

No Tricki Woo, Mrs. Pumphrey?

Tricki?

Yes, Tricki has some personal business to attend to.

(chuckling) Think it's time I made my move.

Well played, darling.

JENNY: Hugh and Margot!

Wait, are they...?

I think you've missed your chance, Triss.

SIEGFRIED: Bad luck, old chap.

Well, she wasn't really my type anyway.

Since when?

No, it's true, she was... a bit too tall.

Oh, for heaven's sake, she's a woman, not a pony.

TRISTAN: Oh, height is a consideration.

SIEGFRIED: You should be so lucky.

Nothing wrong with tall.

I'm a catch.

You're a liability.

(laughter) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ I'm going to need some help.

I'll be up there straight away.

Don't worry, the cavalry's here.

You never struck me as the romantic type.

I am romantic!

I thought we could have dinner with my folks tomorrow.

MRS. HALL: Does your mum got any idea you're not coming back?

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