All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S04E07.eng

His lordship
is going to America.

What are you talking about?

A telegram has just arrived.

He's leaving today.

Somethings happened
to her ladyship's brother.

So you mean you have to go, too.

I can't leave Anna,
Mrs. Hughes.

Not now.

How can she put me
in this position?

It's not fair!

I agree.

But why does
your mother need me?

"Robert must be there."

Why? My being there
won't make any difference.

They obviously feel it will.

Maybe they don't want
the Senate committee

to think that Harold is
some sort of wildcat driller.

And an English earl
as a brother-in-law

will make him respectable?

They seem to believe so.

I know plenty of relatives
of English earls

who belong in jail!

I suppose we've made
the decision.

I can't stop his lordship
from going.

MRS. HUGHES:
Of course not.

But I wonder if it's necessary
for Mr. Bates to go with him.

It'll be very hard for Anna

to lose his support
at this time.

Mrs. Hughes, I hope
we are good employers.

But even we expect
to get what we pay for.

Bates is in this house
as his lordship's valet.

I know that, m'lady.

But this is a special
circumstance.

Why, particularly?

It's not my secret to tell.

If you wish to enlist my help,
I must know the facts.

I won't go.

I see.

So you'll leave his lordship
in the lurch

and probably lose your job,
and all this to help me?

Go home and pack.

You are asking me to travel
without a valet?

I'm asking you
not to take Bates.

You do know the Americans
have a correct uniform

for practically every
activity known to man?

But Thomas was your valet

the whole time Bates
was in prison.

He knows how
you like things done.

Well, suppose
he doesn't want to go?

Why wouldn't he?

It's an adventure.

All those handsome stewards
strutting down the boat deck.

Don't be vulgar.

What do you know
of such matters?

I've been married.

I know everything.

But if you could just explain
why Bates can't come?

I can't explain it.

If I could, you'd agree with me.

I found this
for the shoes, m'lord.

I'm afraid it seems you won't
be coming with me, Bates.

Thomas has been selected
as your deputy.

What?

Lady Mary has persuaded me

you are more needed here,
though why, I couldn't tell you.

I'd better get on.

Your grandmother will arrive
shortly, if she hasn't already.

What have they told you?

That Anna was...

...attacked by some ruffian
who'd broken in.

While I sat upstairs,
enjoying the music.

It's not your fault, Bates.

It wasn't hers,
but it wasn't yours.

I thought I'd come
to wish Lord Grantham

good luck on his journey.

He's upstairs
getting ready, m'lady.

Everyone else is in the library.

Oh, Rose, my dear...

I wonder if I might please
have a glass of water?

BRANSON: Judging how things are
going, he can manage very well.

VIOLET:
Oh?

Are we disturbing the conclave?

We're just discussing the pigs.

Ah, the arrival of the pigs and
the departure of their master.

It's sad Lord Grantham
has to miss it.

Are the pigs a good idea,
Mr. Blake?

It's a good idea

for estates like this
to maximize and diversify.

The question is
whether or not Lord Grantham

and Lady Mary fully appreciate
what they're taking on.

Oh?

You ask as if
the answer were no.

EDITH:
Mr. Blake is not

under Mary's spell.

Oh?

Mrs. Crawley.

Morning.

Good morning.

Your water, m'lady.

Thank you, Carson.

Are you feeling hot?
I am.

I've just walked up
from the village.

I am a bit hot.

But I didn't walk.

I envy you.

Well, I'm not sorry.

I can say that.

How do you know
you'll get a ship?

There's always empty cabins.

Sure we'll find something.

Oh, I wish it were me.

Wouldn't you miss Ivy?

Nothing's gonna come of that.

It were a waste of money
and effort.

I'm sure something's
just around the corner.

Well, I wish it'd get a move on,
or I might do something stupid.

Well, when I get back, I want
to find you happy and healthy

and courting a girl
from the village.

Now come on, let's go up.

You can wish me luck.

Oh, darling,

I do think your going
to rescue my hopeless brother

is an act of real love,
and I cherish you for it.

That'll keep me warm
as I cross the raging seas.

Good.

Now kiss me.

Lady Grantham says
we can stay 'til we're done,

but it'll be a few weeks more.

I hope you don't mind.

Not if you make
yourselves useful.

We will.

Try to be strong, my darling.

I will.

Gregson must be out there
somewhere.

I wish you'd let me send
a private detective.

There's no point.

His firm's already done
all that, to no avail.

Well, if there's anything
you want us to do,

Mama will give you
whatever you need.

Good-bye, Mama.

Good-bye, my dear.

Try not to let those Yankees
drive you mad.

Mary? Why so
preoccupied?

Am I?

I'm afraid my mind
is on other things.

Anyway, good-bye, Papa,

and please try
to enjoy yourself.

Good luck with the pigs.

Rose, I leave you
in charge of fun.

Oh, mission understood, Captain.

Good-bye, Isobel.

Bye, Tom.

Look after all my womenfolk.

Including Isis.

Especially Isis.

I'll try my best.

Good-bye, Miss Baxter.

I look forward to a full report
when I get back.

Why am I going
instead of Mr. Bates?

I don't know.

THOMAS: No, but that's what
you're going to find out.

Oh, well, that's a relief.

Is it?

Yes, I'm...
I'm feeling rather ill.

I wanted him away
before I keel over.

Oh, I am sorry.

Would you like me
to come back with you?

That is the very last thing
I would want.

Oh, Carson,

can I have a car, please,
to take me home?

Certainly, your ladyship...

Yes, now.

Thank you for seeing him off.

Evelyn wanted to.

But now we must go,
or we'll be late.

Is it just lack of money,

why these places
are all failing?

Usually.

But why is that?

Because so few of the owners
make the most

of what an estate has to offer.

So few think about income.

So few are ready to adjust
their way of life.

But you have to understand
what these people are used to.

No, they have to understand

it's time to get used
to something different.

They think nothing
needs to change.

That God will be upset
if the old order is overturned.

And you don't think He will be?

No.

To farm an estate is hard work,
and never more than now.

The owners must face up to that,

or they don't deserve
to keep what they have.

You look very intense.

Mr. Blake was saying

he finds people like
you and me infuriating.

Uh, I think I should
point out, Charles...

We must get going
or we'll be late.

It's nice of you
to drive me home.

I'm meeting the new pig man.

ISOBEL: I do worry about your
life away from the estate.

Is there any?

I've got no time.

What happened to your politics?

They vanished.

Along with that silly
chauffeur chap named Branson.

I don't believe that.

I gather the MP, John Ward,

is coming to speak in Ripon
tomorrow at the Town Hall.

I could get tickets.

I don't think so.

I'm not a fan
of the Coalition as it is.

And he's only here
because Lloyd George

thinks an election's coming.

Well, I doubt he has long,
poor dear.

But I don't think you're
being fair to Mr. Ward.

Let's go.

What do you say?

I'd say you better
be nice to me,

or I'll tell Old Lady Grantham

you called Lloyd George
"poor dear."

Would you mind if I went up
to London tomorrow?

Is there news of Mr. Gregson?

Well, they've pieced together
a little more.

He arrived in Munich
and signed in to his hotel.

Then that evening,
he went out and never came back.

But it doesn't make any sense.

What was his reason
for being there?

To see the castles
of King Ludwig.

But darling, surely if he was
attacked or set upon,

they would have
found him long ago.

Oh, my dearest one, come here.

I don't ask you not to worry;

only not quite to give up hope.

Of course you must
go up to London.

It would do you good.

Mama, can I ask you something?

You don't think I'm bad, do you?

You can be a bit sharp-tongued
every now and then.

But bad?

No.

Sometimes I have bad feelings.

We all have bad feelings.

It's acting on them
that makes you bad.

I've had a letter from Alfred.

Oh? What's he got
to say for himself?

He's doing well.

Some French chap

with a name I can't pronounce

seems to have taken
a shine to him.

I don't think we need praise
from the French quite yet.

Does he mention us?

Um, his father's ill

so he's coming up to visit,

and he hopes to look in
on his way home to see us all.

Really?

Why should you care?

MRS. PATMORE:
She thinks it would be nice

to see him, Daisy,
and so it would be.

Rose?

What is it?

I saw Edith on the stairs.

She says she's going up
to London tomorrow,

so I wondered if I could go too.

Rose, in a few months

you'll have been presented,
you'll be out,

and everything will be possible.

But you said yourself

most girls of my age
would already be presented.

Why do you want to go?

Just to see some old friends
you'd approve of madly.

And Edith's so worried

about Mr. Gregson.

Maybe I could cheer her up.

Cousin Robert did leave me
in charge of fun.

Why is he always so superior?

He's frustrated by all the
families who are giving in.

The ax falls, and they do
nothing to fight back.

But if they can't
afford to go on?

But in many cases, they could

if they'd take a new approach
to their inheritance

instead of watching it being
carted away in boxes to be sold.

He can't think we're doing that.

Well, no.

But he doubts you'd fight
if it came to it.

Hmm.

He says you're aloof.

Aloof?

Well, I hope you've
stuck up for me.

Of course I did, but...

Well...

Go on.

Charles thinks I'm blind
where you're concerned.

We should go in.

Has anyone told Mr. Carson
that tea's ready?

There was a telegram earlier.

He took it up to her ladyship.

That means they've got the boat.

What a bonus
for Mr. Barrow.

A trip to America
out of the blue.

MRS. PATMORE:
I wouldn't fancy it.

All steaks and ketchup
and hail fellow well met.

What do you know about it?

I go to the pictures too,
you know.

His lordship has secured passage
on the Cameronia.

They sail tomorrow and they'll
be in New York on Monday.

It's hard to credit, isn't it?

I've robbed you
of such a chance.

You've robbed me of nothing
I wouldn't gladly give.

What did Mr. Barrow mean
about expecting a report?

Something and nothing.

Are you still awake?

I was on my way to bed

and something told me
to put on my coat

and walk over and check on you.

I hope you don't...

How long have you
been like this?

I really don't feel well at all.

Right.

I'm going now to fetch
Dr. Clarkson...

No, it's too late,
it's too late.

And I'll be back
as soon as I can.

No fuss, please.

Try and drink.

I'll send your maid up with
some tea and some more water.

How was dinner?

Uphill.

I'm so bored of Mr. Blake's
cold shoulder.

He hasn't warmed up, then?

According to Mr. Napier,
he finds me aloof.

I'm not aloof, am I?

Do you want me
to answer truthfully

or like a lady's maid?

Let's move on.

I heard you persuaded
his lordship

to let Mr. Bates
stay here,

and I'm so very grateful.

Then you know Mrs. Hughes
asked me to intervene.

And told me why.

Yes, so she said.

We still can't find out
who he was?

No.

He was a stranger, a...

I don't know, a robber.

But after...

Afterwards, he just ran off.

But if you described him?

And ought you to see
Dr. Clarkson,

just to make sure?

M'lady, I don't mind
your knowing.

In fact, I'm glad in a way

that there's honesty
between us again.

But I can't talk about it.

Even to me?

Because I want to help.

You've helped me,
God knows, in the past.

And now I want to help you.

I can't talk about it, m'lady.

Not even to you.

That's it.

I should be in bed.

Before you go,
I'm worried about Alfred

coming back quite so soon.

I thought you liked the lad.

Oh, I do.

Very much.

But we've had such trouble
with Ivy and Daisy.

MRS. HUGHES: We don't
want it stirred up again.

Can we put him off
just this once?

I don't think I've got
his parents' address,

if I ever had it.

Oh, well, it's a shame

that we're to end
by mithering again.

She was a bit in this morning,

but I thought it was
just influenza.

This was never flu.

It looks like bronchitis.

But there is a lot of flu about

and my nurses are
run off their feet.

I won't be able to spare...

I can do whatever
needs to be done.

But she'll need
proper supervision,

otherwise there's a real danger
it could turn into pneumonia.

We'll have to hire
someone tomorrow...

No, there's no need;
I can manage.

CLARKSON:
There'll be no letup.

ISOBEL:
I know.

What's the treatment?

Inhalants, really.

I'll bring some in the morning.

The main thing is
to keep her temperature down

and to stop pneumonia
taking hold.

Morning, Ivy.

Oh, come on.

I only asked what
a million men would ask.

And I only answered what
a million women would answer.

He's coming this tea time.

But I'll meet him off the train,
give him a drink

and send him on his way.

It'll be too late
to send him on his way

if he gets here
after 5:00.

Then I'll have
to bite the bullet

and put him up at the pub.

Won't he find that peculiar?

I don't think so.

I'll tell him
we're all very busy.

Say there's flu in the house

and he mustn't miss out
on his course.

You're quite a plotter
when you want to be, aren't you?

It's a skill
all women must learn.

CORA:
But are you certain?

There must be something
we can do.

There really isn't.

I can manage very easily
with help from the servants.

We just have to stop it
turning into pneumonia.

That's the real danger.

MARY: It seems rather unfair
to saddle you with it all.

Why should you do it and not us?

Because I'm a trained nurse.

Why is the food
so disgusting, suddenly?

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

I wouldn't be too sure.

Everything she puts to my mouth

is absolutely disgusting.

Well, perhaps we'd better
get out of your way.

That's all I ask.

I'll ring up
if there's any change.

ALFRED: I'm disappointed,
Mr. Carson, I am.

CARSON:
Well, you don't want the flu.

You can't risk missing
any more of the course

when you started late.

That's true.

I've booked you a room
at the pub.

And it's on the house.

You didn't need to do that.

I think I did.

You've missed the last train.

You're very kind,
Mr. Carson.

We'll have a drink first.

You and me, man to man.

And then I'll leave you to it.

Why did Alfred change his plans?

Well, Mrs. Hughes
won't know, will she?

That's rather disappointing.
What do you mean?

What have you got to be
disappointed about?

I thought it'd be nice
to see him.

I don't know why.

Why not?

I'll tell you.

Because you made his life
a misery with your unkindness

and your cold and vicious heart.

Steady on, Daisy.

I don't think Ivy's
quite deserved this.

MRS. HUGHES:
Well, we know one thing.

You were right to put him off.

Well, tonight
there can be no letup.

You mustn't sleep,

you must not let her
temperature get higher.

I want another nurse!

I insist.

This one talks too much.

She's like a drunken vicar.

The family took me in
and kept me close

when my link with them had gone.

I owe them a great deal.

If you insist.

I'll look in later.

Ring at the slightest change.

Well, the pigs have arrived.

Oh, I'd have come, if I'd known.

I looked for you.

They said you'd gone down
to your grandmother's.

But it all went off smoothly.

We can walk down
and see them tomorrow.

Tom, did you get the message
about the tickets

for the talk in Ripon?

I did!
Why can't she come?

Because Mama's ill
and Isobel is nursing her.

What's the thing in Ripon?

A Liberal MP is speaking.

I don't think I'll bother now.

Why?

Just because we're not
political,

you mustn't be put off.

So you won't come with me, then?

I'd rather go to the stake.

But what sort of errands?

Oh, you know.

This and that.

Seeing friends, buying clothes.

Errands.

I hope Sir John Bullock
isn't one of your "errands."

He is not.

Oh, let her go, Aunt Rosamund.

All right.

But you'll be back
in time for dinner.

I'm sure I will.

You're a darling.

Taxi!

"I'm sure I will."

What does that mean?

I don't know why Mama
let her come.

Darling, please tell me
what's the matter.

You seem so préoccupée lately.

What do you mean,
you'll be out tomorrow night?

I'll be away,
but I don't want Mama to know.

It's not very difficult.

It is difficult for me.

To be put in a position
of disloyal falsehood

where your parents
are concerned.

You said yourself
I'm a grown woman

and you're not a spy.

The last time you did this,

you were with your
Mr. Gregson, weren't you?

So it can't be a repetition.

Oh, my dear.

My dear.

I'm so pleased to see you.

I keep thinking
you'll forget about me.

Rose!

I won't forget you.

Even.

But...

But what?

Rose, I like you very much,
I want you to know.

But?

Well, what can we hope
to come out of all this?

Can't we just be in the moment?

I don't know many men like you

and you don't know
many girls like me.

Ain't that the truth.

Then let's enjoy it.

You know what the French say?

Viva la différence!

And do you think Lord Grantham
will enjoy the différence?

Or Lady Mary?

You're not scared of them,
are you?

No.

Good.

Then you'll take me
to the club tonight.

But first, kiss me.

Or don't you want to?

Oh, I want to.

Don't you worry about that.

I'm not even sure
which frightens me most:

What may have happened
to Michael

or the baby.

What do you propose to do?

It's hard to say
the words, but...

I've decided to get rid of it.

How terrible it is to hear that.

Please don't pretend
you won't be relieved when I do.

You're not being fair.

I will support you
whatever you decide.

Just as Cora will,

and Robert.

That sounds like a speech

from The Second
Mrs. Tanqueray.

But you don't mean a word of it.

I do.

So I'd be welcome
in your drawing room, would I?

"Have you met my niece

and her charming bastard?"

I refuse to be shocked!

But what will you say

when Mr. Gregson
walks through the door

with a full explanation
for his silence?

Nothing.

I pray he is alive,

but if he is,
I won't say a thing.

And you will marry him?

If he still wants me to.

So your whole life
will be based on a lie.

Have you thought about that?

I am killing the wanted child
of a man I'm in love with

and you ask me
if I've thought about it?

I assume you'll be away
for the night

because you have booked
into some...

some... place
where they will do this?

How did you find it?

There was a magazine
in the ladies' waiting room

at King's Cross.

You do realize
it is quite illegal?

Of course.

And dangerous!

What will I say to your parents
if it goes wrong?

You'll think of something.

Very well.

If you've made up your mind...

I shall come with you.

Where's Evelyn?

Dining with friends
of his parents.

He telephoned earlier.

And Tom's gone off
to a political meeting,

so I'm afraid it's just us.

Don't be afraid.

But we are afraid.

How can two brainless
dullards like us

ever hope to entertain
Mr. Blake?

Mary!

That sounded a little rude.

BLAKE:
I can take it.

Did the pigs arrive?

Absolutely.

Although unwitnessed by me.

I'll go with Tom tomorrow.

Well, I'm curious to see them,
and I'll be out all day.

Why don't we walk down
after dinner?

Lady Grantham?

You two go.

I'll take it on trust.

Well, it's a nice evening.

What about it?

Well, it's quite a long walk,

but I don't mind,

if you really want to.

Is this seat taken?

I was keeping it for a friend.

Good evening,
ladies and gentlemen.

I'm John Ward,

and in a while,
I will ask for questions,

so please remember
what made you indignant

when you last read a newspaper.

Are you trying
to attract my attention

ahead of the rest, madam?

I just wanted him

to take this chair.

Do you know this gentleman?

No.

You just wanted
to sit next to him?

No, it was because he asked.

He asked to sit next to you?

Ladies and gentlemen,

we've been made privy
to a very romantic story.

Why don't I sit down?

Of course,
the question uppermost

in all of your minds is,
"Why the split

"between Mr. Asquith
and Mr. Lloyd George?

Because a divided party
spells electoral defeat."

Well, can I say this:

It doesn't have to.

He's wrong there.

Since 1910...

But you support them?

Not really.

I'm a Socialist.

Or I was.

What happened to your friend?

I don't know.

It just seemed silly
to keep the chair empty.

I'm glad.

Shh!

MARY: The idea is to learn from
these, then if it's going well, expand.

And you have a good pig man?

He comes highly recommended.

Well, that's important
because...

What is it?

What is it?

What's happening?

This one's almost dead.

What? Why?

It looks dehydrated.

It's had no water.

Isn't there a water trough?

They've kicked it over.

How could this have happened?

All too easily.

Should I fetch the pig man?

I could run back to the house?

If only we'd brought a car!

There's no time for any of that.

Where's the nearest clean water?

There's a water pipe
in the barn.

Should we drive
the animals to it?

That would kill them.

When they've had no water
for this long,

you must give it to them
gradually.

Wait a moment.

I'm sorry about that earlier.

You can't blame him
for having a bit of fun.

There won't be much fun
for them after the election.

What do you care?

If you're a Socialist?

I'm not sure what I am.

Except a man in search
of a better world.

Why did you leave Ireland?

Sometimes I ask myself that.

Will you go back?

No.

Why not?

It's a long story.

I'd better go.

Thanks for the seat, though.

Good night.

Does no one care
whether I live or die?

There, there.

This will make you feel better.

Hmm?

Compared to what?

I'm fine.

I'm fine!

Suit yourself.

I'm off.

Well done, for containing
the Downton heart breaker.

Everyone's gone to bed,

but Lady Mary's still out
with Mr. Blake.

What should I do
about looking up?

I wonder what's taking the time.

Nothing.

Well, nothing like that.

I should leave
the front door open

with the key in the lock.

And they can turn it
when they come in.

You're not frightened
of burglars?

Mr. Carson, this is England.

Are they going to be all right?

I think so.

I'll watch them for another hour

and then give them
one more drink.

But you should go.

I'm not going.

They're my pigs.

Here, take my coat.

At least it's dry.

Not quite the evening
we planned.

Ha.

What do I look like?

You belong in Country Life.

Lady Mary Crawley,
seen here to advantage;

relaxing at the family seat
in Yorkshire.

Ha, ha.

Where have you been?

Having such a dreamy time.

Is she furious

that I missed dinner?

Why can't you just
fit in for once?

Shall I go and make my peace?

Good night, Rose.

Who'd have thought it?

I can scramble eggs,
but that's about it.

I suspect Carson had plans
for this, but too bad.

I don't deserve such attention.

You certainly do.

You've completely saved
our bacon... literally.

So, you're a practical farmer
as well as a theoretician.

Not sure I was expecting that.

I didn't expect to see you
as a cook and a water carrier.

A night of discovery.

Good discoveries.

For me, anyway.

I love how they've all
gone to bed,

Without the slightest
concern about us.

What did they think
we were doing?

We went for a walk and vanished.

Who knows what they thought?

I'm ever so sorry, m'lady.

Please, don't apologize...

Ivy, m'lady.

Ivy.

Well, if you're getting up,

it's time for us to go to bed.

Would you please tell Anna
I'll ring when I'm awake?

Good night.

Good night.

Thank you.

EDITH:
It's right.

This is it.

It doesn't look very right.

It should say "Thompson"
on the bell.

Well, here goes.

If you'll wait, the doctor
will be with you very soon.

As long as he is a doctor.

You don't have to stay.

Of course I do.

Would you like a glass of water?

No, thank you.

It's not that
I don't love him, you know.

I do love him,

and I would have loved his baby.

But I just can't see
over the top of this.

No.

I don't want to be an outcast.

I don't want to be
some funny woman

living in Maida Vale
people never talk about.

Sybil might have brought
it off, but not me.

Oh, no, I see that.

But you think I'm
terribly selfish.

Please don't put words
into my mouth.

I don't know what I think.

Except that I wish it were over.

I can't go back to the nursery.

Not with Mary's son

and Sybil's daughter
waiting there.

I can't do that.

I won't be able to do that.

Not for a while.

Not for ever, I don't think.

The doctor's just...

I'm afraid this is a mistake.

There's no reason to...

I'm terribly sorry
to waste your time,

but this is a mistake.

It seems it was a mistake.

ROSE:
Why?

But why has everything changed?

I've arranged things
for tonight!

Then unarrange them.

Why should I?

Because I'm telling you to.

Just do it, dear.

Are you going to tell Cora?

I suppose I must do,
at some stage.

If you want me to be there,
let me know.

I'm certain there's
a way forward.

Certain of it.

Well, the decision's
been made now.

You've heard
about our adventures.

I'm very impressed.

There you are!

MARY: I'm afraid I
slept rather late.

Have you remembered Tony
Gillingham's coming tonight?

What? Why?

He's driving up
to fish the Spey.

He asked Papa
if he could stay the night.

I'm sure I told you.

Did he used to be Tony Foyle?

CORA:
That's right.

Why?

We served together in the war.

On board the Iron Duke
with Jellicoe.

Were you at Jutland?

We were.

Well, you'll see him again
tonight.

To be honest, I telephoned
and I tried to put him off,

but he didn't seem to want
to be put off.

Don't worry.

It's perfectly fine.

I gather you were the heroine
of the pig drama.

So I'm not aloof now?

Not a bit.

Mucking in
with the best of them.

Only trouble for me is that

I'm afraid it's increased
the competition.

Hello, Daisy.

Hello, Ivy.

We thought you weren't coming.

Mr. Carson warned me
about the flu.

What flu?

Uh, Mrs. Patmore
and I both think

we're coming down
with the flu, don't we?

We do, indeed.

And we're wanting to spare
Alfred from it if we could.

You look well enough to me.

Looks can be deceptive.

We're so pleased to see you.

Aren't we, Daisy, Jimmy?

We've missed you.

I don't know about that.

Have you really missed me, Ivy?

Oh, I have.

The place isn't the same
without you.

Is it, Daisy?

If I thought you meant that,
I'm not sure I could go.

Which makes it all the sadder
that you have to.

You're right, I can't stay long.

I've got to get back to London.

I'm sorry now.

I should have just come
last night.

Mr. Carson was being
over careful.

Yes, I'm sure that's
what it was.

Alfred?

What are you doing here?

He thought he'd look in
before he catches the train.

We've warned him about our flu.

So we've got all the trouble

and a bill to pay
at the pub, too.

Oh, go on with you.

I'm sure you don't grudge him
a decent dinner.

But I do grudge him the tears
and the heartbreak

that'll flavor my puddings
for weeks to come.

Well, you've given me summat
to think about, Ivy.

And I will.

ISOBEL:
That's such good news!

If you really are hungry.

Well, I'm not ravenous,

but I wouldn't mind
a piece of toast.

I'll ask straight away.

Can't you ring...?

Well, really, really.

Dr. Clarkson,
when you go,

would you please take
that madwoman with you?

That "madwoman"
has refused to leave your side

for the last two days
and two nights

and she has not slept nor eaten
since you were taken ill.

But there were...
there were nurses here?

I remember a nurse
wiping my brow.

She was that nurse,
Lady Grantham.

But what about Cora?

And Mary?

They offered,

but Mrs. Crawley felt that she
had more knowledge than they.

I suppose that has
a ring of truth.

I've asked them to bring up
some toast and tea.

Now that Lady Grantham's
a little better,

it's time you had a break.

I might go home

and have a bath.

Shall I come back later?

Oh, yes, yes, dear.

That would be very kind.

ISOBEL:
Good.

I can stay all evening.

Perhaps we can play cards.

You will be rewarded in Heaven.

The sooner the better.

I think this is the right place.

Well, if it isn't
Mr. Gillingham!

Welcome back!

Pull up a chair and sit down.

I suppose you've come
to shake us up again.

Will there be any more Racing
Demon this time, Mr. Gillingham?

Depends if you're up to it.

But I expect you've all
got things to do.

Miss Baxter, I wondered
if you could...

If I could what?

If you could let me have
some white thread.

I seem to have run out.

Of course.

Well, go on then, Gillingham.

What've you been up to

since we saw you last?

Having fun and games
at other people's expense?

I'd better not tell you
too much.

I don't want to shock
the ladies.

I hope you don't mind
my turning up again.

It's the perfect stopping point
between London and Inverness.

I don't mind at all.

How are you?

Well, missing you, mainly.

Sounds to me as if
the needle's got stuck.

How's Mabel?

I gather Charles Blake's here.

Of course.

You served together.

We don't really know him,
but he and Evelyn Napier

are writing a report
for the government.

He'll be up here
for a few weeks.

Lucky devil.

Well, don't get to like him
better than me.

No chance of that.

They're out all day,
and even in the evenings.

We've hardly spoken
until yesterday.

Uh, what happened yesterday?

Some pigs arrived,

and of course, as usual,
Mr. Blake was...

Anyway, what does it matter?

Hello, Charles.

It's good to see you again.

Well, this is nice.

What task brings you
to Yorkshire?

Well, nothing
as meaningful as yours.

What sort of a report
are you working on?

The current health
of the landed estate.

My usual stamping ground.

So did you get everything done?

Why do you ask?

No reason.

By the time we got back,

we looked as if we'd been
wrestling in mud.

And had you?

No, but then it's always nice

to leave something
for another time.

So what are the chances
for Downton?

I'd say they look bright.

At least Lady Mary
and the family

mean to give it
everything they've got.

Well, if Mary means to give it
everything she's got,

then that is a very
considerable gift.

I couldn't agree more.

CORA:
Dinner, everyone.

They said you were in here.

What can I do for you,
Mrs. Hughes?

Nothing.

You can do nothing for me.

Because I know who you are
and I know what you've done.

And while you're here,
if you value your life,

I should stop playing the joker
and keep to the shadows.

I'm afraid we were
a bit drunk that night,

Anna and I, so you're right.

We were both to blame.

No, Mr. Green.

You were to blame, and only you.

Does Mr. Bates know?

Not that it was you.

Thank you.

Don't you dare thank me!

I've not kept silent
for your sake.

I think it's gin.

Oh, so it is.

I'd forgotten what
a good game this is.

Yes, I'd forgotten.

How long does it go on for?

Oh, ages!

Oh, goody, goody.

Oh, dear.

Alfred's relit the taper.

Well, to be young is to have
your heart broken.

In the kitchens at Downton,
like everywhere else.

I've spent half the day
brushing mud

out of his dinner jacket.

Why can't he have his own valet
instead of making work for me?

JIMMY:
Anna?

Sorry.

Yes.

What were you saying?

Mr. Blake's evening shoes
were quite a challenge,

I can tell you.

I wasn't working here then.

It's a pity, because
I admire Nellie Melba.

I'd have loved to hear her sing.

GREEN:
You must be joking.

Why? I thought she had
a beautiful voice.

Beautiful?

Screaming and screeching,

as if her finger
was caught in the door?

I swear, I couldn't take it
for one more moment.

So what did you do?

Well, I came down here

for a bit of peace
and quiet, that's what.

Oh, is that more
of the cauliflower cheese?