(melancholic music) (Tristan grunting) - [Siegfried] Mrs.
Hall?
- Tris?
- Shh.
- Can't get the thing through the-- - [Mrs.
Hall] Come in here.
- [Siegfried] Bloody cufflinks!
- [Mrs.
Hall] Oh, come into the light.
- Morning, Siegfried.
- Morning.
- New suit?
- What?
Oh yes, I'm being put through my paces at Darrowby Racecourse.
The attending vet's retiring.
- Be quite the honor if he gets the role.
- It's no bloody good.
There's another pair in my office.
(James clearing throat) - He's wanted the job sometime, it's made him a little emotional.
- Now, James, I'm hoping to be back for afternoon rounds, but I need you to hold the fort till then.
- Of course.
Thank you, I won't let you down.
- Ah, many have said the same, but few rised.
We've been robbed.
This was full only last week.
What are you doing?
I was just-- - And why aren't you dressed?
It's nearly nine o'clock.
