All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S06E01.eng

(BARKING)

(NEIGHING)

(BARKING CONTINUES)

I think we're all here.
I'm looking forward to this.

You should be at this board meeting.
You're a trustee and the patron.

- Why are they coming here'?
- I don't know exactly.

I suppose they have something they want
to tell us, but I don't know what.

- They obviously need more money.
- (CHUCKLES)

- (HORN BLARING)
- Right, we're off. See you later.

Who's that? It's not one of
the farmers' wives, is it'?

No, I don't think so.

Do you really like
riding like that?

When a sidesaddle
is so much more graceful.

And so much more dangerous.

Is Mama right? You're dodging
the hospital meeting?

Only a little bit. (CHUCKLES)

- May I be of assistance?
- Er, no, thank you.

Well, I expect you'll
want to get started.

- Started at what'?
- Following the hunt.

If you go with them, they'll show you
where to watch them jump the brook.

I see. Ta very much.

Hmm.

Ooh.

- Can I lick the bowl?
- Yes.

You can both lick the bowl.

ANDY: I enjoyed that.
Was it your first meet?

There's not much hunting
in Bayswater. (CHUCKLES)

Andy, go back and check
that everything's come down.

- I think it has, Mrs Hughes.
- It never hurts to check.

- He's a nice boy.
- THOMAS: He is.

And I think I'm showing him the
right way to go about things.

I should let him find
his own way, Mr Barrow.

Can I have a piggy-back?

- All right, then, but not for long.
- Oh... (CHUCKLES)

- I want to go hunting, too.
- All aboard.

(GRUNTS) And off we go!

- (CLICKING TONGUE)
- (CHEERS)

Faster! Faster!

MRS HUGHES: Everything
running smoothly?

(SIGHS) Oh, I suppose so.

But it's harder
with no kitchen maid, you know.

- Have you settled on a date yet?
- Date?

Oh, you mean for the wedding?

(HUME WEDDING MARCH)

No, not yet.

- (CHUCKLES)
- Giddyap!

Oh, what are you doing up here?

The button came off my cuff.

I thought I'd mend it
before things got busy.

- Shall we go down?
- Before we do...

I wish you'd tell
me what's wrong.

Whatever makes you say that?

You'll say I'm being stupid.

Well, maybe you are.

Maybe.

You see, when I
accepted Mr Carson...

(GASPS) You didn't mean it?

- Oh, yes, I did.
- Oh...

He's a very, very dear man.

So, what's the problem?

I hadn't fully considered

all the aspects of marriage.

Of what I was getting into.

I don't understand.
What aspects?

You know each other better than
most couples at the start.

Oh, my Lord. You mean...

Yes.

That is precisely what I mean.

Well, there's nothing so
terrible about it, is there?

So they say. I wouldn't
know, of course.

Mrs Patmore, look at me. I'm a
woman in late middle age...

Oh, don't say, "late".

I was not bad-looking as a girl,
if you can believe it.

- Very easily.
- But these days?

I'm not sure I can let
him see me as I am now.

Perhaps you can keep
the lights off.

That is not helpful,
Mrs Patmore.

Well, won't he feel the same?

I mean, no-one's clapped eyes on
him without his togs for years.

Except the doctor.

Good point. Very good point.

Maybe he'd prefer us to leave
that side of things alone.

Sorry? Live like brother
and sister, you mean?

A very loving
brother and sister.

And that's what you want?

I don't know what I want.

(SIGHS DEEPLY)

Except not to feel embarrassed
and absurd.

Is this why you've
not fixed the date?

I think we should be clear
about what we're doing.

- Or not doing.
- Yes. Thank you, Mrs Patmore.

The trouble is, I don't believe it's a
conversation I can have with him...

Oh, you're not suggesting I try?

Oh, would you?

Oh, by 'eck!

I've had some commissions
in my time, but...

It would be such a
weight off my mind.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Anna? Whatever's happened?

- Nothing. I'm, er, starting a cold.
- Oh.

I'd better get on.

(CRYING)

(HORN BLARING)

(BARKING)

(HORN CONTINUES BLARING)

- (GROANS)
- MAN: on!

Are you all right?

Of course. No bones
broken, anyway.

Thanks to nice Mr
Fairclough here.

Very kind of you, Fairclough.
Good to see you out.

I never like to miss a day's
hunt when it's on my doorstep.

- Shall I take you back to the house?
- Certainly not.

If you can just
give me a hand up.

I'm not taking any sort of tone.

I'm just reminding
you of the deadline.

Thank you. Goodbye.

Trouble at the mill?

My editor, Mr Skinner, again.

- What's the problem?
- Everything's a problem.

No, that's not quite true.
I think the problem is me.

He doesn't like
working for a woman.

Simple as that.

I suppose you're right, not
selling up and taking the money.

I think I am.

Andrew, please ask Mrs Hughes
to organise tea for...

I'm not sure. Can you count
them as they arrive?

Very good, m'lady.

- ISOBEL: When did you learn about this?
- What do you mean?

Well, you seem to be
in possession of the facts,

when it's the first
time we've heard of it.

What does that matter?

The fact is that the Royal
Yorkshire County Hospital

wants to take over
our little hospital,

which is outrageous.

- But ifs not as simple as that.
- Why not?

Oh, because there may be
benefits for the village.

If we form such a partnership,
our patients would have access

to more modern equipment,
to more advanced treatments.

Our fundraising would
be more efficient.

And the price of the fundraising
would be to lose all control,

and to become the tools
of a faceless committee in York.

What matters more?
Health or power?

What matters is to have power over
the maintenance of our own health.

Ladies, ladies, please...

Lady Grantham is right.

Our independence is surely not
something we should just abandon

without a second thought.

How did you find out about this?

They wrote to me.

Who did? I'm the hospital
Almoner. Nobody's written to me.

Ever since you took that position,
you talk as if you run the place.

I do run the place!

Or, at least, I know every
detail of how it's run.

And I ought to be told about
any proposed changes.

- You're being told now.
- If you must know, it was a friend,

on the board in York,
who whispered it to me.

They'll write to all of us soon.

So, you want to protect your power
at the expense of the patients.

I want to protect the patients
at the expense of my power.

And may the best man win.

I'm glad we agree on this.

Don't let's make too much of it.

MARY: I'm fine.

Good afternoon.

I'm going in.

I'm completely whacked.

Don't tell your mother.

Can you make sure he gets
a proper rub-down? He did well.

Yes, m'lady.

- Who are you?
- Rita Bevan.

Don't you know me, Lady Mary?
'Cause I know you.

No. I do not know you.

And I suppose you have forgotten the
Grand Hotel in Liverpool, too, m'lady?

And the nights you spent there
with Viscount Gillingham?

I was a chambermaid.

But I suppose we're invisible
to people like you.

This is all nonsense.
You've no proof.

Don't be silly.

You don't know what I've got.

To start with, I've got a
page from the register.

Then you are a thief.

Yes, I am a thief,

and I want £1,000
to keep me mouth shut.

(LAUGHS) That's ridiculous.

We'll see how ridiculous it is.

I'm going now, but I'll be back.

Don't bother. You're not the first
person who's tried to blackmail me.

Well, I'm glad you
know how it works.

And as I say, I will be back.

(WHIRRING)

- Penny for your thoughts.
- They're not worth as much.

- They would be to me.
- Oh, I'm worn out. Give me some tea.

You let those children
run you ragged.

Thank you. I've had Miss Marigold
on my back since luncheon.

How lucky is that child?

Why do you say that?

Well, what was she?
A farmer's daughter.

Until she caught the
eye of Lady Edith.

Now she'll grow up in the bosom
of a great family

and no doubt live her
life accordingly.

I don't believe Miss Marigold has
any greater guarantee of happiness.

(BELL RINGING)

That's Lady Mary
back from the hunt.

(POURING DRINK)

I know you don't approve, but it's
quite ordinary in London now.

- Will that be all, m'lord?
- Yes, thank you.

At least... There is something.

This is part of a
larger conversation,

but at some point
we need to discuss

future staffing
requirements at Downton.

We have out down
quite a bit, m'lord.

We've only got one hall boy
and two housemaids,

and as the kitchen staff have
left, we've not replaced them.

I know, and there's no need
for anything drastic.

The estate's working well, thanks
to Mr Crawley and Mr Branson,

but I don't like to feel out
of step with my fellow man.

As a matter of fact,

both the housemaids have
handed in their notice.

I was going to tell you.

Oh. Were they unhappy?
I hope not.

No, no, no. One is leaving to get
married, which we knew was coming,

and Madge has found
a job in a shop.

Which is better
than working here?

She says that her young man wants
her to be free in the evenings.

- Hmm.
- I must ask you to remember, m'lord,

that there were six footmen when I
first came here and five housemaids.

Now we've got two of each
and no kitchen maids at all.

We must run this place
as it should be run.

I'm not asking you
to wield a scythe,

but, I mean, who has an
under-butler these days?

If I could stop history in
its tracks, maybe I would.

But I can't, Carson. Nor you,
nor I can hold back time.

Unfortunately.

(CLEARS THROAT) The Dowager
Countess has arrived, m'lord.

Hmm.

And she definitely
waited on you?

(SIGHS) What does it matter? She knows
I was there with Lord Gillingham.

- Are you going to pay her?
£1,000? Don't be mad.

If I pay her, she'll
only come back.

What will you do, then?

Nothing, until I have to.

Why should a paper
print it, anyway?

"Earl's daughter in love tryst
with married Viscount"?

He wasn't married then.
Nor was I.

It's still a good story.

Anyway, what about your story?
Is there any more news?

You must still be on bail,
or else you'd have told me.

We both are, in a way. At least, I'm
on bail and he's on tenterhooks,

until they decide if they can
make a case against either of us.

What does Sergeant Willis say?

Nothing, and Mr
Willis isn't unkind.

He'd have told us
if it was over.

- No wonder you're upset.
- Why do you say that?

You just seemed a bit down
in the mouth, when you came in.

Never mind me.

- Now, what shall we do about your hair?
- Mmm.

I'm afraid you'll be
very late going down.

I wouldn't have washed it, but I
came off, and it was full of mud.

You'll just have
to do your best.

- You're very quiet.
- Oh, I've got a lot on me mind.

A problem shared is
a problem halved.

Huh! Or doubled.

- (CARSON CLEARS THROAT)
- Oh, there you are.

They're down, Mrs Patmore, so I'll
announce it when you're ready.

No, I'm ready now. The first course
is cold, so it's already up there.

- Very good.
- Mr Carson, could I have a word?

When you're done for the night.

May I know what about?

I'll tell you then.

It's nothing bad. At least...

No, I'll tell you then.

Hmm.

I don't think Mr Molesley meant
to be unkind about Miss Marigold.

I'm sure he didn't.

Only, it seemed to put you
in a strange mood.

Did it?

It's ironic.

So many children
in need of a home,

and so many homes
in need of a child.

(SOBBING)

My God, what have I said?

My darling, what have I said?

It's not your fault.

Only...

I thought I was pregnant.

And then, this morning...

(seas)

Well, anyway, now I'm not.

You should have told me.

I didn't want to
get your hopes up.

You weren't to know
that would happen.

But, you see, I was.

Because it's happened before.
Twice.

I can't do it. I'm not able.
(SOBBING)

There is no proof of that.

(SNIFFLES)

But if you're not, you're not.

We'll be all right.

I've let you down.

There are no words
less true than those.

You could never let me down.

Besides, we've had
so many troubles.

There isn't a
couple in the world

who've had as many
worries as we have.

(CRYING)

So, what did Tom have to say?

He's found a flat with a garden
and Sybbie's happy at her school.

Speaking in an American accent.

Would that be so awful?

Poor Tom. If he was a fish out of
water here, what is he in Boston?

A fish back in water,
I should have thought.

There's a tremendous
Irish community there.

If you ask me, he's
landed on his feet.

How is the search going
for his replacement?

We've hardly started, really.

We haven't started at all.
We don't need a replacement.

- Why not?
- Because I'm his replacement.

- I'm going to be the new agent.
- You're what?

We've worked together since he came
back from Dublin. Why shouldn't I?

Quite right.

Yes, but what about
the heavy lifting?

Granny, I think I can lift quite
as much as sad old Mr Jarvis,

before Matthew chased him away.

Brains count for
more than muscles.

Long live women's
rights and all that,

but it's not a good idea to take
on a job that wears you out.

I'm doing it now, aren't I?

Yes. But you'll be dead by the
year's end if there's no let-up.

I suppose we only know what we're
capable of when we test our limits.

And we certainly know
what you're capable of.

What is that supposed to mean?

Isobel, what's
Granny done wrong?

We're going to have a fight about
the running of the hospital...

And she began it
by concealing the facts.

- Oh, dear.
- It seems to me we should...

COUNTESS: Cora,
don't waste your time on it.

It's a matter between me
and Cousin Isobel.

We can't have the President in a
tug of war against the Almoner.

We can if ifs needed.

With poor old
Clarkson as the rope.

Is now a good time?
(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

As good as any. Sit.

- Some of this?
- No, thank you.

(EXHALING) Erm... Well...

The thing is, I've been speaking
to Mrs Hughes about your marriage.

- Oh, yes?
- And I was wondering about...

Well, at least, we were
both discussing the terms

on which you intend to live.

Good terms, I hope.

Are you sure?

Go on, then.

You see, we were talking
of how it will be,

sharing your life
after so many years on your own.

That's the nub of it, I agree.

Because you've got used to
doing things in a certain way.

It's true. I have.

But I like to think
that I'm not too old to change.

No, of course not.

But do you expect to...

To share your

way of life?

Doesn't everyone
when they marry?

I suppose.

So, what can I do for you?

Nothing. (CHUCKLES NERVOUSLY)

Oh... Oh, it was very nice
having a little chat.

And thank you for the port.

But I'll leave you to it now.

Hmm.

(EXHALES DEEPLY)

Are you plotting something?

You sound like a governess
in fear of dismissal.

You sound like a guilty party, who's
trying to throw me off the scent.

Is something on your mind, Robert?
You seem a bit troubled lately.

Do I? Well, maybe I am.

To be honest, I'm
starting to ask myself

how much longer
we can go on with it all.

- Well, go on with what?
- The household. The servants.

You're not in
difficulties, are you?

No.

But a butler, under-butler,
footmen, a valet, ladies' maids...

To say nothing of the housemaids, the
kitchen, the laundry, the gardens...

Yes, well, you...

You think it's a bit
too much in 1925?

The wage bill is three times
what it was before the war.

Soon it will be worse.

And anyway,
who lives as we used to, now?

Well, I don't think you'll see
much change at the Palace.

(CHUCKLES) The Royal
Family, then,

the dukes, some others,
and good luck to them.

But most people
are cutting down.

It seems hard that men and women
should lose their livelihoods

because it's gone
out of fashion.

But what if they
could find work?

Well, how many do you see going?

I don't know, but some.

(MUTTERING)

(DOOR OPENS)

- Granny was on form.
- (CHUCKLES)

I ought to go up to London soon.

- Is this your editor?
- Partly him.

I must get him back on track.

But my tenant's also moving out
at the end of the month.

Out of Michael Gregson's flat?

Out of my flat.

But, anyway,
I'm not quite sure what to do.

Should I smarten it up
and let it out again?

Or would it be good for me
to have my own London base?

It's a thought.

Anyway, I'm off to bed.
Good night.

Good night.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Edith alone on the town.
What will she gel up to?

(CHUCKLES) At her age, she's
entitled to get up to something.

What's the matter?

Why do you ask?

I just worry about you.

I'm your father. it's allowed.

What makes you think
anything's the matter'?

How was dinner?
Did you enjoy it?

Quite.

I'm afraid the times are
catching up with the Abbey, too,

as they were bound
to, I suppose.

How do you mean, m'lady?

Well, the way they
run things there.

They're not going
to lay off staff?

Don't say anything-

Oh, I'm a veritable tomb

where other people's secrets
are concerned, m'lady.

- It won't affect us.
- I hope not.

Oh, no.

We're down to the
bare bones as it is.

You're right. Things are
positively frugal around here.

(SIGHS) I do worry about those
who'll have to go.

But remember, no talking.

M'lady.

- How did you get on last night?
- Oh...

Er... Daisy, fetch
that coconut ice.

I'd like Mrs Hughes to try it.

Not very well. I couldn't
seem to get to the subject.

- Was he putting you off?
- No, I wouldn't say that.

But it was a difficult
topic to arrive at.

Erm, excuse me. I
hope you can help me.

I've got a message for Lady Mary
from the Dowager.

She says it's urgent.

If you give it to me, I'll get
someone to take it to her.

Lady Grantham said I was to
put it into Lady Mary's hand.

I'm sorry, miss, but we don't know
you, and Lady Mary isn't down yet.

I'm Ellen Gorse. I've just
started at the Dower House.

I've only got to give
her an envelope.

Very well. I'll take
you to her room.

(KNOCK AT DOOR)

Yes'?

I'm sorry to bother you, m'lady, but the
Dowager has sent a message for you.

Apparently, it's urgent.

I doubt it.

I haven't got it, m'lady. She sent
a maid to put it into your hand.

How mysterious.

Well, where is
this Mercury maid?

RITA: Here, m'lady.

Thank you, Mrs Hughes.

We mustn't delay you.

Can you send Anna up?

Of course, m'lady.

- How dare you?
- I dare more than you dare.

You could have asked her
to throw me out.

- Why didn't you?
- It would only make things worse.

It'll be a lot worse when you're
sprawled all over the centre pages

of the News of The World.

- You're revolting.
- (SCOFFS)

Can't you see that none of that
stuff works with me?

- What stuff?
- La-di-da, gracious great lady.

You think you're so marvellous,
don't you?

Your let's finished.

You're going down and
we're coming up.

The working classes
may be coming up,

but I'd be very
surprised if you are.

Now, please get out.

- Can I have the money?
- No.

You'd only come back for more.

Suppose I gave you me word?

If I wasn't so disgusted, that
would actually make me laugh.

- (DOOR OPENS)
- I was just on my way up...

This is Miss Bevan,
whom I was telling you about.

How did you get in here?

How do you think? I lied.

Now, you've got one more chance,
and that'll be your last.

You must be a glutton
for punishment.

Now, Anna,
can you make sure she leaves?

Certainly, m'lady.

Mr Molesley's been on at me
about me exams.

Ooh, I don't envy you. I can still
cheer myself up by thinking

at least I don't have to
take any more exams.

But he's right. I must take them,
or what's it all been for?

Ooh, it doesn't look as if she'll
be staying on at the Dower House.

No. I wouldn't have said she was a
long-term prospect, Mrs Patmore.

Not very congenial, you see.

Oh! 'Ey, I wonder
what was in that message.

I suppose you're surprised to see
me lining up with the Dowager.

Only because I think
you're wrong.

Forgive me, but you have
a touching faith in officialdom.

Once they take
over the hospital,

they will lay down the law, with no
regard for the needs of this area.

I've seen it in war and in
peace, ifs always the same.

Do you not care?

I'll tell you what I care about.
It's not complicated.

I care about survival rates.

Mrs Crawley, I'm sure you don't
intend to be offensive...

No, but I intend to be truthful.
I'm the Almoner.

I know the facts
about this place as well as you.

So, this isn't something Lord
Merton has persuaded you into?

- Lord Merton?
- You remember him, surely?

That famous fount
of all medical knowledge.

Well, I wish you luck
with your fellow warrior.

What is it they say?
Rather you than me.

Good day.

You've got a visitor.
Sergeant Willis is here.

- What does he want? Search me.
He's in Mr Carson's room.

Mr Bates is there already.

Erm...

But surely, if a woman's confessed,
then that's the end of it?

Not quite. Inspector Vyner thinks
it may be a false confession.

You do get people coming forward
when they had nothing to do with it.

But haven't they
checked her story?

If she's one of his victims, people
must have seen them together.

Well, that's the point.
They can't prove a connection.

She says Mr Green picked her up in a
pub, but no-one can corroborate it.

We can't send her to prison
if she's delusional.

Then why have you
come here today?

Because I thought it was your right
to know that someone had confessed.

How did she know
Mr Green would be in Piccadilly?

Well, it was a spur-of-the-moment
thing. She just saw him standing there.

Did he speak to her,
like the witness said?

He spoke. He belittled her
and he laughed at her.

- Then she pushed him.
- WILLIS: I believe she's telling the truth.

And I'm certain it'll come
right. Just keep the faith.

Good day.

How stupid of him.

To come here
before there was any proof.

Don't be harsh. He meant well.

Meaning well is not enough.

A letter from Rose, to us all.

- How does she sound?
- Hectic and happy.

New York seems to suit her.

M'lord, William Mason's father
is downstairs.

Oh? What does he want?

It seems the owners of the estate
where he's a tenant are selling up.

What?

The Darnleys are selling Mallerton'?
I find that very hard to believe.

So did he, m'lord,
but now there's to be an auction

of the contents of the
house on the 10th.

You astonish me.
But what can I do?

He wonders if you could put in a
word for him to keep his tenancy.

Well, how does he know
that's not what they intend?

- He's had a letter giving notice.
- Oh, it may be a formality.

They have to sell
with vacant possession,

but the new owners
may well keep him on.

He just wonders if you could
find out what his chances are.

Can't he ask them himself?

You'd be more likely to get
a straight answer.

I hope it's not an impertinence.

No. He was William's father.
He's Daisy's father-in-law.

He enjoys privileges
at this house.

That's what I thought, m'lord.

Well, I don't mind telephoning.
Is Mason in the servants' hall?

Give him a cup of something, and I'll
ring down if I can make contact.

Very good, m'lord.

- So, what are you going to say?
- ROBERT: I've heard they're selling.

I might know someone
who's interested,

but I thought I'd check first.

Very ingenious. You would
have made a good courtier.

(SCOFFS) I would not.
Too much standing.

Ah, Mrs Hughes...

You don't think maybe you should
start calling me Elsie?

Not here. Not while
we're working.

Go on, then.

I wish we could settle the date.

There's no rush, is there?

- (INDISTINCT CHATTING)
- (CLEARS THROAT)

Mr Mason.
His Lordship's ringing them now.

- Thank you.
- But they can't just tell you to go.

Not when you and your dad have
put in so many years there.

They've given me notice, and I
shall have some compensation,

but in the end, I'm just
a tenant, aren't I?

That's not how I see it.

Doesn't matter how you see it.

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- That's how it is.

Hello!

Ah, hello.

Hello, Miss Denker.
What's your mission today?

Not stirring any
trouble up, I hope.

Me? Now, why would you say that?

(SCOFFING) I can't imagine!

No, I've come here
to sympathize.

Sympathize? What with?

News that the household here's
to be reduced. I am sorry.

- What? Where did this come from?
- Oh, she never disappoints.

I suppose that's me gone, then.
Last in, first out.

You don't know that.

Oh, I suppose it comes down to
who's useful and who's ornamental.

Wouldn't you agree, Mr Barrow?

If it's all right with
you, Miss Denker,

I'd rather talk to
the organ-grinder.

Oh, dear. I hope I haven't
cast a shadow. (CHUCKLES)

What did you think you were
doing? Sprinkling sunshine?

By the way,
when did that new maid start?

What new maid?

She came here this morning with
a message from Her Ladyship.

- I haven't the first idea who...
- (BELL CHIMING)

Oh, that's the library.

- Mr Mason, you'd better come with me.
- Yeah.

Andrew, what are you
doing down here?

Mr Molesley thought
we might need more milk.

Well, get it, then.

Mr Carson, did you know anything
about staff being laid off?

It's not a subject for
the here and now.

Are you ready, Mr Mason?

Naturally, Sir John is very
upset by the whole thing.

I should think he is.

Unfortunately, they couldn't sell the
estate without vacant possession.

So, it's sold now'?

Yes. At least, they think so.

And I have to go.

Not necessarily. That would be
the decision of the new owners.

I see.

Well,

thank you very much
for putting in a word, m'lord.

If I hear anything more,
I'll make sure Daisy knows it.

Thank you.

CORA: Poor man.

To have his whole future hanging in
the balance at his time of life.

These are days of uncertainty.

How was John when
you spoke to him?

In a state.

They're throwing in the towel.

He says, once the debts are paid,
there won't be too much left.

Tim's emigrating to Kenya.

Poor Marian.

To be separated
from her only son.

She'll hate that.

I said we'd go to the sale.

Do you want to?

Well, John's father and my papa
were as thick as thieves.

It might be nice to find a
memento of the old boy.

- (FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)
- How was Granny?

(SIGHS) Getting
ready for a fight.

Run to Mummy, Georgie.

- (LAUGHING)
- Hello, darling.

I wish you'd stay out of it.

Not least because
she's bound to win.

Nobody ever stops her.

What you mean is,
no-one has stopped her yet.

Can I help you, Miss Denker?

No, I'm just tidying
Her Ladyship's papers.

She'll be down in a minute.

- I'll tell Mrs Potter.
- Oh, how very reassuring.

The butler giving the cook
an early warning.

What are you talking about?

No. I don't want to worry you.

Worry me with what?

(SIGHS) Oh, well,
if you must know,

there's going to be a shortening
of the wages bill around here.

But... (SCOFFS) Why
burden ourselves?

What can we do? Que sera, sera.

Are you trying to suggest, in
your usual, maladroit fashion,

that our jobs are in peril?

Well, I hate to sound
smug, Mr Spratt,

but I would suggest that Her Ladyship
will always need to dress and undress.

Oh, while a butler is a luxury?
Is that what you're saying?

My advice, Mr Spratt,
is to live for the moment.

We none of us know
what the future will bring.

(DOOR OPENS)

Ah, I've put your spectacles
over there, m'lady.

Oh, thank you, Denker.

Spratt, I'll have dinner
whenever it's ready.

Would you tell Mrs Potter?

I will, m'lady, although you could
have rung for her yourself.

- SPRATT: Oh...
- I beg your pardon'?

I was just thinking
aloud, m'lady. I'm sorry.

I was... I was thinking aloud.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Have you decided what to do
if that Miss Bevan returns?

Not yet.

If I pay her, I've a
blood-sucking vampire

on my back for the
rest of my life.

If I refuse, I'm ruined.

What would you do?

Don't be blackmailed, m'lady.

I know it's easy
to say, but don't.

I think I agree. If
I'm strong enough.

Either way, my
life's up the spout,

and though I hate the
idea of scandal,

somehow the shadow
of blackmail is worse.

The cheek of her.

It was all I could do
not to give her a slap.

- (SIGHS)
- Will there be anything else?

No. Thank you.

We may have our problems,
the both of us,

but we'll get through them.

Could you spare me a minute?

- If you like.
- Come along to my pantry.

It's just that I have a feeling that
we never quite got to the reason

for your visit last night.

No. That's correct.

Only, I'm asking myself...

Were you a messenger
from Mrs Hughes?

You could say that, yes.

You were on a mission for her?

Yes. It's true.

Mrs Patmore, did she ask you to
tell me she's changed her mind?

What? No!

Well, not exactly.

(EXHALES)

I'm waiting.

Well, that is all very fine,

but it's hard for me
to talk about such things.

Now I'm on the edge of my seat.

Oh, it's no good.
I shall have to look away.

You see, she is a very
proud woman, Mr Carson.

I know that, and I
respect her for it.

And she would never want to
appear ridiculous in your eyes.

- Nor could she.
- No, but... (CLICKS TONGUE)

As your wife, she wonders

if you would expect...

(SOFTLY) That she perform
her wifely duties.

Don't wives normally perform
their duties?

Good wives, any...

Oh.

Yes. That's it. I think
we've got there.

I do believe we have.

She needs to know
if that's what you anticipate.

A full marriage.

As opposed to...

Living together
in companionship, I suppose.

In friendship. Warm
friendship, I'm sure.

Is that what she's offering?

Warm friendship?

She has to know what you expect.

BATES: Do you ever think
of a time when we're told

the whole Mr Green
business is over?

ANNA: Of course I do.

We could start to plan again,

revive our dreams.

You mean your old dream of
a house full of children?

I'm sorry.

That's the end of the self-pity.
I swear.

BATES: If they'll just leave us
alone, I'll be happy, whatever comes.

No, you won't.

At least, not as happy
as you could have been.

(SIGHS) But it's nice
of you to say it.

Well... (SIGHS)

That was an awkward mission
for you, if you like.

Oh, I'll say.

I'm sorry if you're embarrassed,
because I am.

I'm not embarrassed, exactly.

I do not believe that embarrassment
has much of a part to play

when something is as
important as this.

But what am I to tell her'?

Tell her this, Mrs Patmore.

That, in my eyes,
she is beautiful.

I see.

You say she asks
if I want a full marriage,

and the answer is

yes, I do.

I want a real marriage,
a true marriage,

with everything
that that involves.

And I hope I do not
ask the indelicate

when I send you back
to relay this message.

Oh, don't worry about me.

I love her, Mrs Patmore.

I am happy and tickled

and bursting with pride

that she would agree
to be my wife.

And I want us to live as closely
as two people can

for the time that
remains to us on Earth.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, you couldn't
make it any clearer.

I'll say that for you.

And if she feels that she must

withdraw,

so be it.

But I could never
have lived some

pat-a-cake friendship lie.

No. I didn't think you would.

And for what ifs worth, I wish
you the best of luck, Mr Carson.

Thank you, Mrs Patmore.

That is worth a great deal.

I'm sorry to disturb
Your Ladyship.

Yes, Spratt. What is it?

I just hope you will be kind enough
to give me sufficient warning.

I'm sorry, what?

So I may find myself alternative
employment, before I am cast out.

(CHUCKLING) Oh, Spratt...

You've clearly had a bad dream and
are confusing it with reality.

Your Ladyship's humour
is always a tonic,

but it is a matter
of some importance to me.

I'm sorry... If you were talking in
Urdu, I couldn't understand you less.

Miss Denker has broken the news

that the households, here and at
the Abbey, are to be reduced.

- Has she?
- I do not see how you could manage

without a cook,
a housemaid or Miss Denker,

which leaves me as the only
candidate for removal.

Well, I believe many people live
without butlers. So I'm told.

Exactly.

And all I ask is some warning
when my time is up.

Well, leave this to me, Spratt.
I will attend to it.

Your Ladyship.

DAISY: So, can I go
to the auction tomorrow?

Well, why does Mr Mason want to go,
himself? Won't it make him sad?

I think he's quite nostalgic. He's
known the family all his life.

Well, ifs bound to be upsetting.

Which is why I want to help.

- Oh, I see that.
- And the new owners will be there.

(CHUCKLES) Of course they will.

They'll be wanting
to buy a lot of the stuff,

to make it convincing
when they take over.

We'll be back in time for tea,
so I can do my work for dinner.

- But how will you get there?
- I've asked Mr Stark

if I can ride
in the front of one of the cars.

Well, you've got a nerve!
Mr Carson won't like that.

Even Mr Carson can't always
have it his own way.

Ooh.

MOLESLEY: Lady Mary's
gone into Thirsk, miss,

and I don't know
when she'll be back.

Who shall I say has called?

- I'll wait.
- Er...

(STUTTERS) Lady Mary could be several
hours. There's no point in waiting.

- I will, all the same.
- Thank you, Mr Molesley.

I'll deal with this.

I have no desire to be rude, miss,
but if you wish to see Lady Mary,

I suggest you make
an appointment.

What's going on? Carson?

Nothing to concern you, m'lord.

This young lady is leaving.

On the contrary m'lord,
it will concern you quite a lot,

'cause I've waited
for Lady Mary long enough.

Oh, my dear, how exotic!

I expect to find the whole
of the Bloomsbury Set

- curled up in a corner with a book.
- (CHUCKLES)

Michael knew quite a few
of them, actually.

I met Virginia Woolf in this
room, and Lytton Strachey,

although he didn't
stay very long.

I wish I'd known
your Mr Gregson.

Oh, we smiled at each other
and spoke about the weather,

but we never really talked.

Sometimes I feel I've been given
one little bit of happiness,

and that will have to do.

From now on, my life will
be all of a pattern.

Nonsense. You have Marigold.

That's true.

So, what do you
think I should do?

Would you like a London life?

The fact is, I'd like a life.

Well, I won't speak
against London,

but remember, I had no children
to make a country life sensible.

Whereas I have a child
I can't acknowledge.

People aren't so
curious in London.

No. They couldn't care less.

Isn't that a relief?

And then there's the museums
and galleries and theater.

Oh, people always
talk of such things,

but one only ever goes
when friends come to stay.

When's your train?

You're right. We should go.

But the question remains.
What is your future?

Hanging around Downton,
being sniped at by Mary?

Charity work? Travelling?
Publishing? What?

Well, that's the problem.
I don't know.

I just don't know.

I've been watching out for you.

Why'? What is it?

A young woman of most unappealing
aspect has been asking for you.

- Was her name Bevan?
- I knew she was trouble.

She may cause trouble for me, but
only because I've been foolish.

Oh, we can all be
foolish, m'lady.

You know, Carson, (SIGHS)

someday there'll be
something I've done

- that even you will condemn me for.
- (SCOFFS)

I doubt that very much.

- Did she say if she'll be back?
- She never left.

I tried to get her to go, but...

- Where is she now?
- In the library, with His Lordship.

Papa, I don't know what
this person has told you...

Only the truth.

But I hope you're not
giving her any money.

Not on my account.

Take it and go.

And remember, one word...

Aren't you the lucky one?

But then I suppose
you always are.

What did she say?

Enough.

(DRAWER CLOSING)

I find I'm most disappointed
in Tony Gillingham.

Don't be.

He wanted us to get married.

Our week in sin was just
part of his plan to persuade me.

Then why did you say no?

Because, when it came to it,
he wasn't right.

At least, not for me.

And you didn't think of George?

Of course I did. I
thought of all of you.

I just needed to be sure.

I suppose you were a
widow, after all,

and not a deb in
her first season.

But ifs still not the way your
parents would have behaved.

(CHUCKLES) Oh, I don't know...

If you believe what they write
about the Edwardians these days.

What were you planning to do
with Miss Bevan?

I wasn't going to be
blackmailed, I know that.

So I suppose I'd have let her
publish and be damned.

Rather tough on Tony and Mabel.

Anyway, I'll telephone the bank in
the morning and return your £1,000.

I gave her £50, and here's her
signed confession to blackmail.

How did you manage that?

I told her that she could either
have £50, on condition of signing

or leave with nothing

and be reported to the police.

But...

How do you know she
won't be back?

I said, if anything were published
or if we ever see her face again,

I'd use it and she'd
be prosecuted.

(SIGHS) I'm impressed.

My darling Papa transformed into
Machiavelli at a touch.

Will wonders never cease?

ROBERT: Is that a compliment?

You're still out of
pocket, 50 quid.

I must repay it.

No need.

It was money well spent.

Why?

To learn that my eldest child
is a child no more

and quite tough enough
to run this estate.

Indeed, she could clearly
run the kingdom,

should she be called
upon to do so.

Well, I hope you mean that.

I do.

And I'm more interested than
ever to see who, in the future,

does come up
to your exacting standards.

Maybe no-one.

I'd rather be alone
than with the wrong man.

(DOOR OPENS)

Who was that young woman
I saw leaving?

Someone after money.
Usual thing.

- Did you give her any?
- Some.

It was quite a good cause.

- Has Edith telephoned?
- Yes. She'll be home for dinner.

I wonder if she wants to
come to Mallerton tomorrow.

Maybe we should all go.

The Fail of The House of fisher.

We mustn't crow. We may be next.

- (POURING)
- Daisy!

Get upstairs! You don't
want to keep them waiting.

(SIGHS) I keep thinking
of what you told me.

About what Mr Carson said.

I should think so. So do I.

- I'm sorry I put you through that.
- (SCOFFS)

It was difficult,
I'll not deny it.

You think I should accept
his terms and set the date?

Oh, no, no. That's
your decision.

I can only say he was very
moving when he spoke of you.

- He avoided vulgarity, then?
- MRS PATMORE: vulgarity?

Mr Carson wouldn't be vulgar if
they put him on a seaside postcard.

(CHUCKLES)

I'd like to feel a man could
speak of me like that at my age.

I would.

(SIGHING) Now, I must get on.

ROBERT: We must get going if we're
to look round before it starts.

EDITH: So, it's
farewell to Mallerton.

MARY: Why? Are you planning to turn
up your nose at the new owners?

No. I just don't think
I'll be in Yorkshire

quite so much in the future.

ROBERT: What a funny
thing to say.

It's time to go forward.

And I'm unmarried, so
I must do it alone.

That sounds rather severe.

I think it sounds very positive.

Thank you, Baxter.

Er, Mr Carson,

when you said
we'd know if there was a plan...

Excuse me while I see them off.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, he doesn't seem that
bothered, so it can't be that bad.

You and I both know
that the worse it is,

the less he'll want
to seem bothered.

Besides, they all want
to be rid of me anyway.

- I'm sure that's not true.
- Yes. Yes, it is.

You've seen how they warn Andy
to keep away from me.

We got on very well
when he first arrived,

but now he hardly
dares to talk to me.

I think this is
all in your head.

No, it's not.

Oh, good. You're here!

I just took a chance.

I thought you might be
at the auction with the others.

I don't like auctions,

especially when I knew the house
in the old days.

I hate to see people's things
piled up in a heap.

Like so much rubbish.

Well, you and I differ when it
comes to the importance of things.

Does it ever get cold
on the moral high ground?

I wanted to come because
I don't want us to fall out

over the hospital.

I need to be sure
that we can disagree,

without there being
any bad feeling between us.

- Well, it depends who wins.
- (CHUCKLES) Surely not!

Which means
you are confident of victory.

Well, we shall see.

Shall I ring for some tea?

It's rather early,
but I think we deserve it.

I remember Mallerton
in the 1860s.

(RINGS BELL)

Dear old Lady Darnley.

Always liked to stuff the place
with royalty. (CHUCKLING)

She was addicted to curtseying!

How we laughed.

- It's sad to think about it.
- (DOOR OPENS)

Ah, Spratt. Could
we have some tea?

Your Ladyship.

It seemed a little chilly, m'lady,
so I've brought you a shawl.

- Oh, you are a wonder, Denker.
- Thank you.

COUNTESS: I shall miss you.

M'lady?

Oh, I'm sorry. No,
forget I said that.

After all, nothing is settled.

What's not settled?

I don't understand.
I thought you told Spratt

about the staff being cut
back here and at the Abbey.

Well, (STAMMERING)
I may have mentioned it.

Oh, well.
As I said, nothing's decided.

But Your Ladyship couldn't
manage without a maid.

Mrs Crawley does. Don't you?

Indeed I do,

but I don't wish to
upset poor Denker.

But Mrs Crawley also manages
without a butler, m'lady.

COUNTESS: That is true,
but I don't think

I could break with tradition
to quite that degree.

Shall we have some tea?

Your Ladyship.

Miss Denker?

- (DOOR CLOSES)
- Don't worry, Miss Denker.

I've got a copy of
The Lady upstairs.

You don't really mean to manage
without a lady's maid, do you?

(CHUCKLING) Certainly not!

- Then why did you... Sometimes
it's good to rule by fear.

I can hardly believe it.

I used to come here
all the time as a boy.

Sic transit gloria munch'.

Will you be as philosophical
when it's our turn?

(INDISTINCT CHATTER)

Crikey! They're
selling everything.

This is John's grandmother,
for God's sake.

CORA: They must think
ifs too large.

Too large for London.

CORA: Dear John.

We're so sorry.

At least I hope
it's what you want.

But it isn't. Not at all.

You're having quite
a clean sweep.

Well, we've kept a few portraits to
make a decent show in the London house,

but what's the point
of storing the rest?

This life is over for us.

It won't come back.

EDITH: I admire you.

Too many people just hang on
and hang on,

instead of facing things
as they really are.

But we did hang on, I'm afraid.
We hung on for far too long.

And now there's nothing left.

Learn from us.

Ah, there are the Hendersons.

Is there anything you'd like to
buy, or are we just looking?

I wanted to see the house
as much as anything.

I know this hall from
Christmas parties and the like,

but, er, I've a mind
to poke around.

That were a wedding present
when Sir John got married.

A gift from the tenants.

I contributed half a crown to
it. I had no beer for a week.

Shame to see it sold.

I don't think it's right.

That was for Best of Breed
at the county fair.

Won by a Holstein milker.

Me dad tended the Holsteins
before he took over our farm.

It's as if they were selling
your past along with their own.

That's them.

That's the new owners,
Mr and Mrs Philip Henderson.

The ones who won't guarantee
that you can stay on?

Spare me, Daisy.
There's no need to...

- I'm not having it.
- Daisy! It won't do any good.

DAISY: I have to say something!
It's not fair!

MR HENDERSON: Who
is this person?

She's the daughter-in-law
of one of our tenant farmers.

- Excuse me, but are you the new owner?
- I am.

So it's you who insists
on serving notice to men

- who've given their life to the land?
- Daisy...

You boot out families who've
been here for generations.

(VOICE BREAKING) What gives
you the right to do that?

Mrs Mason, there's really no...

I'm afraid that I don't think
you're the man to tell me.

Daisy, pull yourself together.
What do you think you're doing?

A man who sells his
wedding presents!

Do you know what it meant for a
farmer to give half a crown?

- (SIGHS)
- Or don't you care'?

- Daisy, stop this at once!
- I'm sorry, m'lord, but no.

Mr Mason has given his
whole life to this farm,

like his father
and grandfather before him,

but where's the gratitude?

Mr Henderson, I'm sure she doesn't
mean to be rude. I hope...

You can't imagine that if I do
keep on some of the tenants,

her father-in-law
would now be among them?

Now, please don't be hasty.
She's upset for old Mason...

I'm sorry, Darnley. I don't find
this sort of thing amusing.

Good day, Mrs Mason.
You have not helped your cause.

- Look, I'm speaking for myself, not...
- Good day, Mrs Mason.

Now, will you excuse me?
The auction's starting.

I'm sure she didn't mean any...

Oh, God. What have I done?

I daresay he'll cool off.

ROBERT: I wouldn't
put money on it.

EDITH: We should
find our chairs.

Good afternoon,
lords, ladies and gentlemen.

The first lot consists of
a set of sporting prints

from mid-19th century.

Who would like to
start the bidding?

£2, anyone? £2 to start with.

We're selling things
we shouldn't have.

But I kept thinking of that poky
little house in Thurloe Square

and I couldn't see
what else to do.

You might have
stored some of it,

in case one of the children
starts up another house one day.

That's a dream. Face it.

In 20 years' time, there won't be a
house of this size still standing

that isn't an institution.

AUCTIONEER: is gonna sell
at£1.17 and six...

And sold!

(EXHALES) That's n.

They're in the drawing room,
they've got coffee and we're done.

- How was your day?
- Not very good.

I'm sure it's not as bad as you
say. Mr Henderson will understand.

No, he won't. I went to help
and I've made things worse.

- This was in front of His Lordship?
- In front of all of them!

- That could prove awkward.
- Thank you, Thomas.

If they dismiss me, I've got
no-one but myself to blame.

It won't come to that, Daisy.

- What will happen to Mr Mason now?
- DAISY: What can he do?

Try to find another farm
to take on as tenant,

- but who'll let him at his age?
- It's a good life, though, isn't it'?

Are you turning into
a country boy, Andy?

You'll have to let
me show you around.

(CHUCKLES) I think
Andy can find his own way round.

He looks sharp enough to me.

CARSON: No, no.
Come in, come in.

They're here, or they
were a minute ago.

Sergeant Willis
has something to tell you.

I'm sorry it's late, but I
thought you'd want to hear.

That depends what it is.

Shall we go somewhere private?

For God's sake, they've all lived
with this as long as we have.

They've found a witness
to the meeting in the pub.

They've tied them together.
Her confession is real.

This time, it is over.

(ALL GASPING AND
LAUGHING)

Oh, I can't believe it!

I shouldn't have come until now.
I'm sorry. I should have waited.

(SIGHS) Never mind that.

I'll go and tell His Lordship.

But you both helped us
when all hope was gone,

and I'll not forget it.

I find it hard to acknowledge a
debt, but we owe a debt to you.

Justice has triumphed.

I'm not always convinced that
it does, but it has tonight.

We must go down at once.

What can we give them to drink?

It depends
how far you want to go, m'lord.

There's some Veuve Clicquot in a
very cool part of the cellar.

It's not iced, of course,
but it would be good to drink.

Fetch it. Fetch three, four
bottles! We must mark this moment.

It's been such along road. Can
this really be the end of it?

It seems so.

And a happy ending!

(ROBERT CHUCKLES)

- Anna!
- (CORK POPS)

MARY: I knew this day
would come, I really did.

Everyone, take a glass,
quick as you can,

while I propose a toast.

British justice!
Envy of the world.

I suppose if it comes out right
in the end.

We could've done with the result
a little sooner.

Amen to that, m'lady.

MARY: Andy, Daisy,
go and fetch the gramophone.

We never seem to use it
now Lady Rose has gone.

Do we know any more about the woman
who did it, Sergeant Willis?

Only that she sent a message
to Mrs Bates, m'lady.

She says she's sorry for leaving
it so long to take the blame.

- That's all very well...
- Give her a message from me.

- Say I forgive her. Wish her luck.
- What will they do now?

She'll serve time for
manslaughter. She won't hang.

So Mr Green goes
on ruining lives.

But not your life. Not any more.

I'm sorry for what we've put
you through, Mrs Bates.

I probably shouldn't
say it, but I am.

You did no more than your duty,
Sergeant Willis.

We'll leave you to it.
Good night. Sleep well.

- There's more wine if you finish this.
- (ALL CHUCKLING)

(SWING MUSIC PLAYING)

We'll sleep tonight, all right.

And wake tomorrow
without that rock on our chests.

(CLICKS TONGUE) I think I might
go into Thirsk in the morning,

visit some estate agents,

and start planning again.

But not for a family.

I'm afraid we can't
plan for that.

We're free.

We're safe, and I have you.

That's enough, I promise.

I know you want it to be true,

and I love you for it. So much.

And I love you.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

- What are you doing?
- Is this the refrigerator?

It is.

Mrs Patmore hates it.

Oh, of course she does.

CORA: Don't eat anything
that's meant for tomorrow.

ROBERT: Now, this takes me back.

Did I ever tell you about our cook
when I was a boy, Mrs Yardley?

CORA: Many times.

She was quite a crosspatch,
but she was always kind to me.

She used to let me hide down
here when I was in trouble.

And she kept a box of biscuits
and sweets just for me.

Rosamund was furious.

- Rosamund was jealous.
- (CHUCKLES)

- Come to bed.
- (CLEARS THROAT)

Sorry, Carson. We
shouldn't be here.

Oh, quite all right, m'lady.

But I did want a private word
on the question of Daisy.

I've heard what happened
at the auction.

And I don't believe we can
allow it to go unnoticed.

- No, I suppose not.
- It is a dismissible of fence.

Oh, isn't that a bit harsh?

On the day of Bates' good news?

I'm sure she regrets it.

I daresay Guy Fawkes regretted trying
to blow up Parliament, m'lady,

but he still had
to pay the price.

Can't you just tick her off?

You'll know how to ensure
there's no repetition.

Very good, m'lady,
if that's what you wish.

We're going up. Good night.

Good night, m'lord, m'lady.

Have you thought about
where the Carsons will live?

- After they're married.
- Not really.

I'd rather put it
out of my mind.

Will we have to call
her Mrs Carson?

I'm not sure I can.

- We have higher mountains to climb.
- (SHUTS FRIDGE)

Have you come to a decision
about the hospital?

What sort of a decision?

I suppose I hope you can support
Mama's efforts to keep control.

Or better yet, stay
out of it entirely.

I can't stay out of it, Robert.
It's too important.

And your mother,
incidentally, is wrong.

(SIGHS) All of which adds up to a
very trying spring and summer ahead.

- (MUSIC CONTINUES)
- (PEOPLE LAUGHING)

CARSON: I suppose you thought
there'd be no repercussions,

what with Mr Bates' news.

No. I knew I hadn't
heard the last of it.

I just want to know
how bad it'll be.

Bad enough, I hope, to make you feel
small and foolish and immature,

and unable to control your
feelings in an adult manner.

I feel all those things already.

But not bad enough for you
to lose your place.

If it were up to me,
it might be different.

But Her Ladyship insisted on
a second chance.

Thank you, Mr Carson.

Don't thank me, thank her.

Now, get back to the party
before I change my mind.

(DOOR OPENS)

(DOOR CLOSES)

Right, well, shall we
re-join the others?

Before we do...

I know I've been
putting you off...

And Mrs Patmore
spoke of your conversation.

I knew she would.

I hope we've not shocked you
between us.

No, I'm not shocked.

I thought it better
to be honest.

Once you'd raised the matter.

I agree. Much better.

I wouldn't want you to think
that I'd inveigled you

into an arrangement which was
not what you'd expected.

I would never think that.

Right.

Well, if you've had
second thoughts,

I think we should let the
staff know in the morning.

I won't make a big announcement.

We'll just tell one or Mo people
and let it some out naturally.

There'll be a bit of a
nine days' wonder, of course,

but we'll get over it.

Er... You misunderstand me.

I was afraid
I'd be a disappointment to you.

That I couldn't hope to
please you as I am now.

But if you're sure...

I have never been so
sure of anything.

Well, then, Mr Carson,

"if you want me,"

"you can have me."

To quote Oliver Cromwell,
walls and all.