All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S03E02.eng

Who will groan first
when they see it,

Granny or Papa?

I should think they'll howl
at the moon in unison.

ROBERT: What in
God's name is this?

Well, I never.

CORA:
Where did this come from?

I ordered it on the way through
in London,

picked it up on the way back.

It's an AC.

Well, at least it's English.

Welcome back, my darling.

How was the honeymoon?

My eyes have been opened.

Don't I know it.

Now come on in.

MARY: Did Anna get
back all right?

CORA:
Yes.

Who's that for?

And why are you doing it
down here?

It's for Mr. Matthew.

It was creased
and I brought it down to iron.

You're never looking after him.

What about Mr. Molesley?

He's staying on
at Crawley House.

Then why wasn't I asked?

Mr. Carson thought it best.

Did he, indeed?

I wonder how that came about.

And if you are learning
how to do your job,

you should never open a shirt
in a room like this

where it might be marked,
let alone put studs in it.

Do that in a dressing room
and nowhere else.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you, Thomas,

for always trying to be
so very helpful.

So how did you enjoy
the South of France?

It was lovely,

but almost too hot, even now.

I think it's such a shame

they close things up
during the summer.

I love the sun.

So we can see.

Oh, you couldn't be in Cannes
in the summer.

No one could bear it.

I could.

Just how long is she here for?

Who knows?

VIOLET:
No guest should be admitted

without the date
of their departure settled.

You won't get
any argument from me.

There's a hideous pile of post,
I'm afraid.

I've put it on the hall table.

Don't look at it tonight.

What have you been up to?

As a matter of fact,

I've found myself
a new occupation.

But I'm afraid Cousin Violet

doesn't think it's
quite appropriate.

Can we talk about it afterwards?

MARTHA: Are there still
forbidden subjects

in 1920?

I can't believe this.

I speak of taste,
rather than law.

Oh, it's not my taste.

What about you, Cora?

I agree with Mama.

Some subjects are not suitable
for every ear.

Oh.

Pas devant les domestiques?

MARTHA:
Come on, my dear,

Carson and Alfred know more
about life than we ever will.

Can't we stop this?

How?

She's like a runaway train.

Shall we go through?

MARY: What about
poor old Strallan?

Have you seen anything of him?

I don't know why you call him
poor or old,

when he's neither.

Isn't it dangerous to let this
Strallan nonsense simmer on?

To be fair, I don't think
it's coming from him.

Then ask him to end it.

It'll be more effective
than if we try.

Oh, she ate it, then.

I'm never sure about
Americans and offal.

I think she'd eat whatever you
put in front of her, that one.

What a gob.

Thought Mr. Carson was going
to put a bag over her head.

Oops!

Mrs. Levinson knows
you make fun of her.

But she makes fun of you.

Then we're all square,
aren't we?

The chimney isn't
drawing properly.

This oven's not hot enough.

Ooh, a bad workman
always blames his tools.

You're busy.

No, I'm not.

Well, we're eating in half
an hour, but it's all done.

Well, if you could spare
a minute.

This is very good.

I hope you didn't
open it for me.

Certainly I did.

To welcome you into
this house as my son.

I can't tell you
how glad it makes me.

Robert, I want us always to feel

we can be honest
with each other.

Of course.

Because Mary's told me
about your present difficulties.

She was right.

Losing Downton will affect
you both more than anyone.

I wonder if she's told you about
the will of Lavinia's father?

Well, yes, your father
told me all about it.

But I cannot understand
why so much money

was put into one company.

I couldn't agree more.

And now we're to be
turned out of Downton...

Even Lloyd George
can't want that.

I'm not sure
he's a good example.

The point is,
have we overlooked something?

Some source of revenue
previously untapped?

If only we had some coal,
or gravel, or tin.

Well, I can think of someone
who's got plenty of tin.

So you help women
who have fallen over?

Not quite.

Cousin Isobel helps women

who have had to degrade
themselves to survive.

There's a center in York.

Oh, no addresses, please,

or Alfred will be making notes.

MARTHA: So what do you
do for these women?

Well, first we like
to send them away.

To rest.

I should think they need it.

And then we try to find them
alternative employment.

The war destroyed
many households.

In thousands of families,
the breadwinners are dead.

So you want me to contribute?

You don't have to give money

after every conversation,
Mother.

No?

Isn't that what the English
expect of rich Americans?

But why can't you benefit
from the will?

You've done nothing wrong.

When Swire made it,

he didn't know I'd broken
his daughter's heart.

It was to reward my fidelity,
when in fact I betrayed her.

If I kept that money,

I would be no better
than a common criminal.

I see.

Well, if that's how you feel,
then there's no more to be said.

I'm ever so sorry, m'lord.

I thought you were out of here.

Yes, we should be.

Please.

We're going now.

Well, it's a lump, all right.

There's no point
in dithering about that.

What are you going
to do about it?

I don't know.

Well, I do know.

Tomorrow you'll make
an appointment with the doctor,

and we'll see
what he's got to say.

But what if it's...

Stop.

If it is...
and I'm not saying it is...

it's best to know now.

I suppose so.

Now look.

You'll not be alone for a minute
if you don't want to be.

But we have to get it seen to.

And then there's expense.

If you must pay money,

better to a doctor
than an undertaker.

If that's an example of your
bedside manner, Mrs. Patmore,

I think I'd sooner
face it alone.

It seems rather shocking
for Anna to have to find me

en déshabille.

I'm made of stout stuff, sir.

Don't worry about that.

Are you seeing Bates today?

I am.

And I can't wait.

MARY: Well,
give him our best wishes.

I'm sorry, it still seems odd
to be found in your bed.

But very nice.

Oh, as nice as nice can be.

I'm going to see Jarvis today

and find out what houses
are available.

Do you have to?

When these are
our last days here?

I thought something
might have turned up

when we were away,
but it seems it hasn't.

Would you rather wait
until we have to go

and find a new house then?

After all, darling, you are
the one who's pushing us out.

STRALLAN: But Mary's only
just got back from honeymoon.

It's her family time.

But you are...

Please stop saying I'm family
when I'm not.

I'll be there
for the big dinner next week.

What is it?

I know you don't mean
to hurt me, but...

Of course I don't.

That's the last thing
I'd ever wish to do.

Then why do you shove me away?

I don't want to,
not at all, but...

If you're going to talk

about your wretched arm again,
I won't listen.

It's not just my arm.

I'm too old for you.

You need a young chap
with his life ahead of him.

But your life's ahead of you.

Oh, my dear, if only you knew

how much I'd like
to believe that.

Then it's settled.

You're not going
to push me away anymore,

and you are coming
for dinner tonight.

That's all there is to it.

How'd you get on
with Vera's book?

I had a few answers
waiting for me when I got back,

and two returned
"address unknown."

Who from?

Let me see...

One was a Mr. Harlip, I think.

And the other was...

Mrs. Bartlett, was it?

Harlip doesn't matter.

He was a cousin in the north.

She never saw him.

But Mrs. Bartlett's a shame.

She lived round the corner,
she was very friendly with Vera.

I'll find her.

Don't worry.

Tell me about France.

Did you eat frogs' legs
and dance the cancan?

No.

But I bought a garter.

You have no other symptoms?

Not that I'm aware of.

You're not feeling ill or tired?

I can't swear
to not feeling tired,

but nothing out of the ordinary.

Very well.

Well, I'm just going to conduct

a preliminary examination.

Do you mind if I stay?

I should prefer it.

What have you got there?

Mr. Matthew's tailcoat.

What do you think that is?

Hmm, hard to say.

I've tried it with all the usual
things, but I can't shift it.

I'll give you a tip if you like.

Would you, really?

Keep it to yourself.

I don't want to give away
all my secrets.

Oh, there you are, my dear.

Good morning, Granny.

I've been looking for you.

Now, I want to know
if we're serious.

About getting that woman,

about asking your
other grand mother,

to come to our aid.

She's made of money,

and there's only Mama
and Uncle Harold

to share it when she's gone.

We can't wait that long.

She looks as if
she'll bury us all.

No, we must act now.

We must make her feel it is
her duty to save Downton.

But how?

What can we do?

Well, get her to sense
its value,

of its vital role in the area.

You're her granddaughter.

This will be your house
if it survives.

Surely you can make
something of that,

if she has a heart at all.

We'll come for tea
this afternoon.

Then we can begin.

Believe me, there are
several stages to go through

before there's any cause
for despair.

What stages?

When you come back
in a day or two

I will remove some fluid
from the cyst.

With any luck, it'll be clear

and that will be that.

How will you do it?

With a syringe.

Will it hurt?

Since he has to do it
Whether it hurts or not,

I don't see the point
of that question.

What I want to know is,

what happens if the fluid
is not clear?

It will be sent away
for analysis.

Because it may be cancer.

It may be cancer,

but I am fairly certain
it is not.

There you are.

It's very, very unlikely.

Isn't it, Doctor?

If the doctor treats me
like an adult, Mrs. Patmore,

why do you insist
on treating me like a child?

Does this seem slow to you?

Not really.

Mrs. Levinson is going
to the Dower House

with the others for tea.

I think he likes me.

He's being friendly, that's all.

Are you all right?

You seem to have been
slaving away for hours.

I want to be up to date
with it all

before I go back
into the office.

Anything
from Mr. Swire's lawyer?

You can read it if you like.

So you are definitely
Reggie's heir?

Looks like it.

But if they have to get
a death certificate

out of the Indian authorities,

it won't all be settled
by Tuesday.

Good.

Why is it good?

The delay may give you time
to change your mind.

Stop punishing me, Mary.

Please.

If I accepted the legacy,

I would be taking money
under false pretenses.

I'd be stealing.

Your father understands,
now why can't you?

I don't think
he understands at all.

He just doesn't want to beg.

Anyway, I'm off
to Granny's for tea.

I'll see you later.

I do love you so terribly much.

Yes.

I know you do.

CORA:
So what's Harold doing now?

His idée fixe is yachts.

Bigger yachts, faster yachts,

something with yachts.

Is he happy?

He's much too busy to find out.

It always seems so strange to me
that Cora has a brother.

Why?

You know how things
work here, Mother.

If there's a boy, the daughters
don't get anything.

VIOLET:
There's no such thing

as an English heiress
with a brother.

Why do we never see him?

Oh, Harold hates
to leave America.

Curious.

He hates to leave America.

I should hate to go there.

You don't mean that, Granny.

When we're both
so drawn to America.

Indeed, indeed we are.

Never more than now,

when the bond between
the Crawleys and the Levinsons

is so strong.

CORA:
That's nice.

If you mean it, Mama.

I do.

It is marvelous the way our
families support each other.

You mean you needed
the Levinson cash

to keep the Crawleys on top.

I'm not sure
we'd put it that way.

I am quite sure we would not.

But I hope you do feel
that Mama's fortune

has been well spent
in shoring up an ancient family.

Well, you gotta
spend it on something.

What happened here?

I...

I just...

You just what?

There was a mark in it.

Well, I know there was
a mark in it,

but you didn't need
to burn it away.

What have you done?

Well, I'll go down
in my dinner jacket.

You can send it to my tailor
in London in the morning.

Come on, nobody's died.

Just find the dinner jacket.

Mrs. Hughes, there don't seem
to be any glasses laid

for the pudding wine.

Oh, are they having one tonight?

It's on the menus.

I don't write them
for my own amusement.

No, I dare say not.

Mrs. Hughes, I am trying,
and so far failing,

to persuade his lordship
to bring the staff levels

back up to snuff.

But until he does, it is vital
that you pull your weight.

Newport's not a jungle,
not at all.

But it is a little less formal.

Well, Matthew obviously
wants you to feel at home

in his play clothes.

Don't blame me for this.

I'm afraid Alfred and I had
a bit of a disaster earlier.

Why, what happened?

Somehow the poor chap managed
to burn a hole in my tails.

But don't worry.
It can be mended.

Careful, Carson,
steady the Buffs.

Beg pardon, m'lord.

I rather like dinner jackets.

And I agree with you:

Sometimes it's nice
to be informal.

Especially when a couple
is alone.

MARY: But people like
us should lead the fight

to keep tradition going.

If you mean we can never change,
I can't agree to that.

Nor me.

I think accepting change
is quite as important

as defending the past.

MARY: But the role of
houses like Downton

is to protect tradition.

That's why they're so important
to maintain.

Don't you agree,
Mrs. Levinson?

We must do everything
in our power

to keep houses
like Downton going.

Sure, if you think
it's worth it.

So who's coming to dinner
next week?

Some locals.

We thought you'd like
to see Downton on parade.

That's right, Grand mama.

I'm glad we've planned a dinner.

We can show you
the real point of Downton.

ALFRED: I don't know what to
say, Mr. Carson.

O'BRIEN:
What's going on here?

Alfred has embarrassed
the family.

He forced Mr. Matthew to appear
downstairs improperly dressed.

Oh, you make it sound
quite exciting.

I will not tolerate vulgarity,
thank you, Miss O'Brien.

I'm sure Alfred didn't
mean to, Mr. Carson.

I asked Thomas
how to get a mark...

Oi, oi, what's this?

The stuff you gave me
to clean the tails

burned a hole in them.

No such thing.

I gave you some soda
crystals, that's all.

If you used them wrongly,
it's not my fault.

This is what comes
of making him run

before he could walk.

If you want me to stay away
from her, of course I will.

I know it sounds harsh...

Please, Robert.

I understand completely.

Lady Edith is your daughter

and you don't want her
involved with some cripple

who is far too old.

Now you're the one who's harsh.

The trouble is,
she calls round regularly.

I can hardly ask for her
not to be admitted.

I suppose I could write to her.

I hope you won't feel
we can't be friends after this.

But let's leave it for a while.

I'll duck out
of the dinner next week.

It might be best.

Thank you.

That's the one
you should have taken.

Soda crystals.

But he didn't give me that.

He pointed to this one.

I promise.

You don't have to promise.

I believe you.

So you think he's not ready?

He's just a lad, m'lord.

He can see to the odd visitor,

but permanent valet
to Mr. Matthew?

It's too much.

Actually, I'm pretty sure
Mr. Crawley

would rather manage on his own.

They wouldn't like that
downstairs, m'lord.

I was afraid you'd say that.

So what would you suggest?

Ask Mr. Molesley to join us.

It'd be kinder to Alfred
in the long run,

kinder than asking more
than he can give.

How is that poor footman?

I thought Carson was going
to eat him alive.

Very glum.

To be honest,
he has been a clot.

I'll have to send the coat
up to London.

Well, get it done quickly.

This dinner has to be
the grandest of the grand.

What do you hope to show her?

Why Downton matters.

Why it mustn't be allowed
to fall apart.

Hasn't Cora had her share
of the Levinson gold?

I thought what was left was
headed for your uncle.

It's not so laid down
in America.

He's as rich as Croesus
as it is.

So you mean to fleece her?

Since you're the one
to get us out of this hole

if you wanted to,

I won't take any criticism,
thank you.

Will she do it?

Granny means to make her,
or die in the attempt.

Now stop talking and kiss me,
before I get cross.

Well, you heard him.

With any luck,
you'll know at once.

I wish you could get those maids
under control.

They've broken one
of the sewing dishes this time,

and we've the dinner next week.

We're short of a footman,

we're short of a kitchen maid
and one house maid, at least.

That's if Anna is to be
a proper lady's maid,

which is what Lady Mary wants.

Well, naturally.

She likes things done properly.

For heaven's sake,
we can't do things properly

until either his lordship
allows us the staff we need

or until you and the blessed
Lady Mary

come down from that cloud
and join the human race!

I can only suppose
that you are overtired.

I bid you good night.

You see, she's...

Good night, Mr. Carson.

We will discuss the dinner
in the morning.

And no, Mrs. Patmore,
you may not tell him.

Have you finished
with Mr. Matthew?

I have, he's in the dining room.

Very good.

You won't need
to attend to him again.

Mr. Molesley will be
coming up from the village.

Has Mr. Matthew complained?

He didn't have to.

It's not your fault.

We've hurried
you along too fast.

You mustn't feel badly.

This is Thomas's doing.

But don't you fret.

I'll make him sorry.

I'm on your side.

I'm glad somebody is.

No Mary?

She says she's
a married woman now,

so she can have
breakfast in bed.

I'm sorry about your tails.

MATTHEW:
Carson's sending them up

on the London train
this morning.

They'll have to put
a new panel in.

ROBERT: We thought we'd get
Molesley to come and look after you.

He knows your ways.

I'm perfectly happy...

I think it best if he comes.

I do need to talk to you

about the other staff
we need, m'lord.

Not now, Carson.

But you may send for Molesley

if Mrs. Crawley
has no objection.

Edith?

Oh, Papa, how could you?

Golly.

Do you know what that was?

I'm afraid I probably do.

I'm sorry, but quite enough
of my father's money

has already been poured
into Downton.

Why should Harold lose
half his inheritance

because of our folly?

So it's all Papa's fault?

Well, it isn't my mother's
and it isn't my brother's.

I don't see why they
should pay for it.

We're still going to ask.

What are you so afraid of?

If we sell, we move to a smaller
house and a more modest estate.

We don't have to go
down the mine.

You don't understand.

Mary, a lot of people
live in smaller houses

than they used to.

Which only goes to show
that you're American

and I am English.

I shall be Countess
of Grantham one day,

and in my book, the Countess of
Grantham lives at Downton Abbey.

ISOBEL: What job might
you be suited to?

Because we're not simply here
to give you food.

We must try to find you
your place in the world.

Do you want to speak to me?

Yes, Mrs. Crawley, I do.

Have you come for our help?

You're very welcome if you have.

Wait a minute.

I know you.

You were the maid
who brought your child

into the dining room
at Downton that time.

I'm sorry,
this has been a mistake.

I thought I was ready
to ask you, but I'm not.

I'm not ready.

Ask me what?

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
ladies.

The fact is
it's not quite as simple.

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Patmore, will you please
leave the hysteria to me?

I'm afraid the test
was inconclusive.

I had hoped that the fluid
from the cyst would be clear,

but there are traces
of blood in it.

Not enough to confirm
the presence of cancer,

but a little too much
to exclude it.

So what happens now?

I send it away for analysis.

And this stage
will take some time.

How much time?

Anything up to two months.

Oh, my...

Until then, please try
to take it a little more easily.

Sit down and put
your feet up, if you can.

Ooh, the chance'd be
a fine thing.

Would you like me to say
something to Lady Grantham?

No, thank you, Doctor.

I'll speak to her myself,
if I need to.

Thank you.

My darling girl.

What's this?

I think you know what it is,

since you asked
Sir Anthony to write.

Edith, you do understand

that I only ever want
what's best for you.

And you're the judge of that.

In this, I think I am.

Sybil marries a chauffeur

and you welcome him to Downton.

But when I'm in love
with a gentleman,

you cast him into
the outer darkness.

She has a point, Robert.

Strallan is certainly
a gentleman.

Well, besides which,

Edith tells me he has
a house, he has money,

he has a title,

everything that you care about.

You make me sound very shallow.

Aren't you?

When you make me give him up
because he has a bad arm?

Oh, it's not the only reason.

He's a quarter
of a century too old.

Did she tell you that?

Your daughter is sad
and lonely, Robert.

I don't mean
to interfere, but...

Don't you?

If you ban him from Downton,
I'll only go to his house.

I mean it.

I don't believe he'd see you.

Then I'll just wait outside
until he does.

How can you not like him
because of his age?

When almost every young man
we grew up with is dead!

Do you want me to spend
my life alone?

I didn't say I don't like him.

I like him very much.

So do I, Papa.

Oh, so do I.

Please ask him back.

He writes he's not coming
to Mama's dinner,

but please make him.

Please, please, please.

Oh, all right, then.

I've found Mrs. Bartlett.

I wrote back to the tenant
of her old house explaining,

and they've sent me
a forwarding address.

I don't know why
they didn't before.

Just because you know
where she is

doesn't mean she'll talk to you.

Why not?

Audrey Bartlett was the nearest
thing Vera had to a friend.

That's why I want to meet her.

Maybe, but when
she looks at you,

she won't see
the real Anna Bates.

She doesn't have to like me.

I need her to be honest.

I'm going to write
and ask for a meeting.

I can get to London and back
in a day.

She won't agree.

I've the rent from the house

so I can make it
worth her while.

Why do you think Vera
didn't go and see her

instead of sending that letter?

What do you mean?

When Vera was frightened
about your visit,

she wrote that letter,
saying how scared she was,

instead of walking round
to see her friend.

Maybe she did both.

So what's the news at home?

I shouldn't tell you, really.

I haven't told
any of the others.

It's breaking the code
of a lady's maid.

His lordship's in trouble.

It seems they may have to sell.

What?

Sell Downton?

That makes me sad.

I wouldn't have thought
there was much

that could touch me in here,
but that does.

It's never come.

They promised and promised

and I thought it was sure
to be on the 7:00,

but it's not.

Well, I'll just have
to wear black tie.

But Lady Mary, she'll...

These things don't matter
as much as they did.

Lady Mary knows that
as well as anyone.

Thank you.

I know I'm early...

MARY:
Granny!

Come and see what we've done!

Ooh, excuse us.

What do you think?

Nothing succeeds like excess.

When shall we tackle her?

After dinner.

We'll get her on her own.

She won't want to see
all this go.

Not now she knows it's
for her own granddaughter.

She won't.

Never mistake a wish
for a certainty.

Let's hope she won't.

DAISY:
Mrs. Patmore...

What is it now?

It's smoking.

The range.

The wind must be
in the wrong direction.

Just rake it through.

Where's Alfred?
Why?

Where's Alfred?!

I think he's
in the servants' hall.

Where are they?

Where are what?

His bloody evening shirts,
that's what!

Where have you put them?

I haven't touched
his evening shirts.

Why would I?

Have you done this?

Thomas, why would
I know anything

about his lordship's shirts?

When I find out...

Keep your histrionics
to yourself

and hurry up about it.

Her ladyship's already
in the drawing room.

Are you telling me his
lordship's not even dressed?

You can't have lost them all!

I haven't lost any
of them, m'lord.

They've... they've been taken
by someone, stolen, pinched.

Why would they do that?

To get at me, m'lord.

Are you not popular downstairs?

Oh, I wouldn't say that, m'lord.

But you know how people can be.

They like a little joke.

Well, I'm sorry,
but this is quite unacceptable.

If you uncover the culprit,
refer them to me.

But for now,
what are we going to do?

Good evening, Sir John.

It can't be going out!

Well, it is.

There must be a block
in the flue.

But the dinner's not cooked.

We haven't even
put in the souffles.

DAISY: There'll be
no soufflés tonight.

MRS. PATMORE:
And the mutton's still raw.

What in heaven's name
is going on?

I'll tell you what.

We've 20 lords and ladies in the
drawing room waiting for dinner,

and we've got no dinner
to give them.

Oh, my God.

Why are you not in white tie?

Darling, please forgive me.

I'm afraid they never sent
my tails back.

You are not in white tie either.

What have you come as?

I'm so sorry.

Thomas has lost
all my dress shirts.

Why is he still here?

I thought you'd given him
his marching orders.

I had, but my dear
mother-in-law intervened.

I've a good mind to tell her...

No, no, no, not tonight.

She must have it all

her own way tonight,
don't you think?

Oh, you two are dressed
for a barbeque.

I feel like a Chicago bootlegger

I don't even know
what that means,

but it sounds almost
as peculiar as you look.

Robert, come quickly.

What is it?

Apparently
the oven's broken down.

ROBERT:
It can't have done.

What does that mean?

To cut a long story short,
it means we have no food.

Oh!

Funny clothes and no food.

It should be quite an evening.

Thank you, Mother.

Nothing's cooked,

and nothing's
going to be cooked.

But surely...

Shall we just tell them
to go home?

No, Cora, please, come on.

They've come for a party

and we're going
to give them a party.

Carson, clear the table.

You go down to the larders,

you bring up bread,
fruit, cheese,

chicken, ham, whatever's edible.

We're going to have
an indoor picnic.

They are going to eat whatever
they want, wherever they want,

all over the house.

Are you quite sure, madam?

It's not really how we do it.

How you used to do it.

Oh, come on.

It might be fun.

I agree.

We'll all pull together
and it'll be great fun.

Yes!

Now, I know what we need.

MARTHA: Does anyone
here play the piano?

Oh, Mama, this is so exactly
not what we wanted

the evening to be!

If it's the end
of your undignified campaign,

I won't be sorry.

We can't just give up.

Certainly not.

Do you think I might
have a drink?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I thought you were a waiter.

Slice that finely,
and fetch some parsley.

And cut the dry bits off.

ALFRED: You're good
to lend a hand.

REED:
I don't mind helping.

I think it's good to do
other things sometimes.

I know you do.

MOLESLEY: There's not
much left of this.

Better cut it in squares
and put it with the ham.

You're very smart
in your new valet's outfit.

Alfred, go and check
the meat larder.

Bring anything back you think
a human being could swallow.

Chop, chop,
Mrs. Hughes.

We can rest later, but not yet.

But Mr. Carson,
would you just...

Mr. Carson's quite right.

There's not a minute to lose.

Psst.

Do you want to know a secret?

Those shirts that Thomas
thinks you stole?

I saw who took them
and I know where they are.

Who did take them?

Never mind that.

But I followed.

I'll show you if you want.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Because I like you.

And you can say it?

Just like that?

I'm an American, Alfred,
and this is 1920.

Time to live a little.

I thought you were just
trying to find something out

for Mrs. Levinson.

What would she need to find out

when she can read them all
like the palm of her hand?

She won't help, you know.

Help with what?

Never mind.

Just kiss me again.

MARTHA:
Now all of you,

find whatever it is
you want to eat

and take it wherever
you want to sit.

Anywhere?

Anywhere all over the house.

If any of you have ever wanted
to explore Downton Abbey,

this is your chance.

I'm sorry if it's all
a bit casual.

It's exciting, Lord Grantham.

I feel like one of those
bright young people

they write about
in the newspapers.

Thank you, Lady Manville.

Cheer up.

She won't be here forever.

But how much damage will
be done before she goes?

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love with you ♪

♪ Let me hear you whisper ♪

♪ That you love me too ♪

♪ Keep the love light glowing ♪

♪ In your eyes so true ♪

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪

♪ I'm in love... ♪

♪ With you. ♪

MRS. HUGHES: Is there
anything for our supper?

I've hidden a veal and egg pie.

Oh, I wish you'd let
me talk to Mr. Carson.

I don't want to be
a sick woman in his eyes

for the next two months.

Or a dying one in the months
to come after that.

Shh, Shh...

I know it'll be all right.

No, you don't.

But I appreciate the sentiment.

STRALLAN: Are you absolutely sure
you won't wake up in ten years' time

and wonder why you're tied
to this crippled old codger?

Only if you keep
talking like that.

Do you know how much
you mean to me?

You have given me back my life.

That's more like it.

And you're certain
you won't wait?

To give you the chance
to change your mind?

Don't worry.

I can get it organized
in a month.

Shall we tell them tonight?

No, no.

I'll come back in the morning.

Alfred, can I ask you something?

Why do you like
that American girl?

Steady!

Who says I do?

Don't you?

All right, I suppose I do.

And it doesn't matter
that she's fast

or that you won't see her
again after she's gone home?

So what?

She made me feel good
about myself, Daisy.

I feel good for the first time
since I came here.

That's what matters to me.

Alfred, hurry up.

I need you to take
round the claret.

All through the rooms?

Won't they spill it
on the floor?

If you ask me, we are staring
into the chaos of Gomorrah.

But we have
to give them more wine,

and you are going to help.

What's that?

I've to take it upstairs,
for his lordship.

Then be quick about it.

But of course I'll help you
any way I can.

Thank heaven.

Oh, it seems our family
owes Downton's survival

to the Levinsons
not once but twice.

No, I'm so sorry,
but you've misunderstood me.

No, I cannot rescue Downton.

It's a shame if it has to go,

but I can't.

But why not?

Because your grandpa
tied the money down.

He felt that the Crawley family
had quite enough.

But you said you'd help us.

I can entertain all of you
in Newport and in New York

and I can add
to Cora's dress allowance,

but that's all.

My income might be generous,
but I cannot touch the capital.

Besides, Mary,
the world has changed.

These houses were built
for another age.

Are you quite sure
you want to continue

with the bother of it all?

Quite sure.

If I were you and I knew
I was going to lose it,

I should look on the sunny side.

Both of our husbands
tied the money up tight

before they were taken.

Lord Grantham wasn't taken.

He died.

I suppose it's scrap sandwich
for the servants tonight.

Mrs. Patmore's
kept something by.

Who put them back?

What?

The shirts.

Who put them back?

O'BRIEN: Oh, they're
back, are they?

You mean you overlooked them
in the first place.

Don't tell me what I mean,
Miss O'Brien.

I'm warning you...

Listen to yourself.

You sound like Tom Mix
in a wild West picture show.

Stop warning me,

and go and lay out
his lordship's pajamas.

What are you laughing at?

Seems those missing shirts
went for a walk

and now they've come home.

Really? Have they?

You didn't see nothing.

I agree.

Because if you did,
I'll cut you.

Don't ever threaten me.

I forgot I was sharing
a cell with a murderer.

Don't forget it again.

MARTHA: This evening
has made me homesick

for America.

It's time to go.

I don't suppose you want
some whisky to take to bed?

Oh, but I'd love one.

No water.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I can't help you
keep Downton, Robert.

That's what Mary wanted.

Ah.

I thought there was something.

You know, the way to deal
with the world today

is not to ignore it.

If you do, you'll just get hurt.

Sometimes I feel like
a creature in the wilds

whose natural habitat is
gradually being destroyed.

Some animals adapt
to new surroundings.

It seems a better choice
than extinction.

I don't think it is a choice.

I think it's what's in you.

Well, let's hope
that what's in you

will carry you through
these times to a safer shore.

CARSON: Is everything all right?

Certainly.

Was there something you wanted?

The kitchen managed well tonight

in difficult circumstances.

His lordship sent his thanks.

Was the evening a success?

The odd thing is,
I think it was.

Though for me,

everyone sprawled on the floor,

eating like beaters
at a break in the shooting,

that's not a party.

It's a works outing.

Where's the style, Mrs. Hughes?

Where's the show?

Perhaps people are tired
of style and show.

Well, in my opinion,
to misquote Dr. Johnson,

if you're tired of style,
you are tired of life.

Good night, Mr. Carson.

You'd say if anything was
wrong, wouldn't you?

I know I've been a bit crabby,

but I am on your side.

Thank you for that.

You've just missed an admirer.

Mr. Carson says
you did well tonight.

Did you tell him?

No.

And what is there to tell?

One day I will die.

And so will he and you

and every one of us
under this roof.

You must put these things
in proportion, Mrs. Patmore,

and I think I can do that now.