All language subtitles for Downton Abbey - 1

All aboard!

All aboard!

- Morning.
- Special one today.

Blimey.

What have you got there?

Wouldn't you like to know.

Just arrived, milord.

There's one
from Buckingham Palace.

Heavens.

But we really need

to cut back until the farms
repay the investment.

And we must make a plan
for the roof.

Well, this won't help us
to economize.

What is it?

The king and queen
are coming to stay.

What?

During their Yorkshire tour?

That's it.
Just for a night.

They'll spend one night
at Downton

and then go on to Harewood
for a ball.

While they're here,
there's to be a parade

of the Yorkshire Hussars
in the village.

Is there any chance
Henry might be back?

Well, I doubt it.

I'll send a telegram.

But there's a motor show
in Chicago

that I know he cannot chuck.

Tom, you're keeping
your enthusiasm under control.

Is this the Irish patriot
making a reappearance?

I know you find my opinions
highly entertaining.

I suppose they'll send people
to check that Mrs. Patmore

- isn't a Russian spy.
- Mm.

Will you tell them
downstairs, Barrow?

- I'll see to Her Ladyship.
- Yes, milord.

A royal luncheon,
a parade and a dinner?

I'm going to have to sit down.

- Oh, what about Mr. Branson?
- What about him?

Well, he's a republican,
isn't he?

Should Mr. Carson look in,

no one is to say that word
in front of him.

I agree with Mr. Branson.
I don't like kings, either.

I suppose that makes me
a republican, too.

Are the English allowed to be?

Two weeks to get ready? Golly.

It's quite an honor.

It is. But if I know

anything about royal visits,
we will never stop

changing our clothes.

I've just been
on a buying spree,

which is good.

Madame Handley-Seymour
is making me a ball dress.

- I'll get her to hurry it up.
- Have her send it here.

- How are things otherwise?
- Oh, you know.

I've got a luncheon for 30
today in aid of the lifeboats.

Or is that tomorrow?

Anyway,
it's in aid of something.

Sounds like business as usual.

I'll see you soon, darling.

You know I can bring back

as many vegetables
as we could eat.

- Yeah, I like to keep busy.
- Yeah.

How have they taken the news
up at the house?

Daisy's singing
"The Marseillaise."

So no surprises there.

Oh, what's the matter?

I thought you'd be pleased.

I am pleased.

The visit is a great honor.

But members of the royal
and imperial household

are coming to Downton
who will have visited

the greatest houses in the land.

Blenheim, Chatsworth, Arundel.

Does Mr. Barrow know
what he's taking on?

Why should it affect you?

You're not in charge anymore.

Now, come in for your lunch
and let me get back.

All right, sir, here we are.

This will do very well.
Thank you.

The Lady Bagshaw, Your Majesty.

Good.

We'll go to the 1844 Room
as soon as they're here.

Do sit down.

I've just received the plan for
the tour of Yorkshire, ma'am.

Yes. It's just been finalized.

I think we'll enjoy it.

I didn't realize we would be
staying at Downton Abbey.

Only for a night.

There's to be a parade
and a dinner,

and then we go on
to Princess Mary at Harewood.

I just wondered
if I might, perhaps,

go straight to Harewood.

Lord Grantham is my cousin,

and the two families have...

fallen out.

Or at least we might
if I were there in person.

And what would cause
this quarrel?

Lord Grantham's mother believes
her son should be my heir.

Old Lady Grantham can be
very hard to resist,

as I am well aware.

Exactly, ma'am.

But, surely, they need to know

if their hopes
are to be disappointed.

I wish I knew if they like
simple food or fancy.

I can't think
they'll want simple food.

With that sort,
don't they like sauces

and everything velouté and
frappé and smothered in cream?

"That sort"?
He's the King of England.

There's only one of them
in the world.

"That sort," indeed.

Don't plan too much.

Not until we know
what's expected.

Well, I know what's
expected of me... food.

You, too, Daisy. So less
philosophy, more elbow grease.

- Is the pudding ready?
- It is.

Oh, Daisy, take the soufflés
out of the oven

while I find me specs.

This country needs a shake-up.

- Ah, you should run
for parliament. -

Why not?
Lady Astor's done it.

And so an under-cook
from Yorkshire

is bound to follow her.

Well, you've got to have
big dreams.

But do you have
big dreams, Andy?

I've not offended you, have I?

- Why do you say that?
- Well, for a start,

you never talk
about the wedding anymore.

We'll get wed when we're
good and ready and not before.

But, you see, I am ready.

Take those up
before they collapse.

Maud Bagshaw is coming
to Downton?

Yes, as the queen's
lady-in-waiting.

Oh, my goodness.

Why so surprised?
Who is she?

Well, she's a cousin
of your father's.

We'll-we'll discuss it later.

You're not
to make things awkward.

How's it all going?

Well, Mary's got it
under control.

Hardly. There's so much to do.

Who were those men measuring
on the green as we came past?

They're building the dais
for the queen at the parade.

- Oh, how exciting.
- Seems rather a waste of money.

Oh, here we go.

Isn't that what
the monarchy's for?

To brighten the lives
of the nation

with stateliness and glamour?

To quote Tennyson, "Kind hearts
are more than coronets,

And simple faith
than Norman blood."

Will you have enough clichés
to get you through the visit?

If not, I'll come to you.

Thank you, Barrow.

And, now, you were gonna
tell us about Lady Bagshaw.

Is she a very distant cousin?

No. Her father was
my great uncle.

Then why have I
never heard of her?

Because she chose to cut
herself off from the family.

- Do you know the reason?
- Maybe.

See, I believe she means
to cheat your father

of his rightful inheritance.

She has no children.

Your father is
her nearest relation.

I won't have her put
on the spot.

You're plotting something.

I see a Machiavellian look
in your eye.

Machiavelli is
frequently underrated.

He had many qualities.

So did Caligula,
not all of them charming.

What are you up to, Granny?

Well, ideally, I would like
Maud to see your father

as the son she never had.

Will she be the mother
I never had?

Sarcasm is
the lowest form of wit.

- Oh. Hello.
- Mr. Molesley.

It's very late for you
to be out.

Is it true?

Is what true, Mr. Molesley?

Mr. Bakewell said
that you'd warned him

that there was to be
a royal visit.

Well, now I know who not
to trust with a secret.

That we should deserve
such honor.

Not you, too.
I am disappointed.

- Ignore her. -MOLESLEY:
I wonder, do you think

I might be allowed
to slip on my livery again?

Would the school let you?

Oh, they'll give me time
for this, I promise.

Let's wait
till we know our orders.

What about it, Mr. Barrow?

Will you let me wait upon
my king and queen?

Uh, well...

That's us.

Good night, Mr. Molesley.

When we're done,
shall I fetch Johnny

- or will you?
- I can fetch him.

How exciting.

- Thank you.
- They're all mental.

All this fuss for a man
and woman we don't even know.

No, never mind that.
I wanted to tell you.

I've had some ideas about what
to serve at your wedding.

Stop going on about my wedding.

We've only a few days left,

so I spoke to Her Ladyship,
and she's agreed

our normal rules
should be suspended.

We won't clean a room
if a family member is using it,

but, otherwise,
all restrictions are lifted.

No detail should be left
undone, however small.

I want every surface
in this house

to gleam and sparkle
by Thursday.

Blimey.

Can I have your attention,
please?

Uh, for this afternoon,

Their Majesties' butler,
Mr. Wilson,

will be coming over
from Raby Castle

with a lady's maid and a valet.

To give us our instructions?

With the royal servants,
are we to wait on them?

That is what will be made clear.

I won't be waiting
on any valets and lady's maids,

thank you very much.

Before we get hot under the
collar, let's just wait and see

- what they have to say.
- Amen.

Mr. Branson.

Can I help you, sir?

It's really you I came to see.

- Oh. Well, how can I
help you, Mister...? -Chetwode.

Major Chetwode.

Am I right you're Mr. Branson,
Lord Grantham's son-in-law?

- I am.
- Oh.

The, uh... the papers tell me
the king and queen

will be staying at Downton Abbey
during their tour of Yorkshire.

Well, if it's in the papers,
it must be true.

Yes. Great honor.

Although, as an Irishman,
you may feel differently.

I know when my parents-in-law
have been paid a compliment.

Well, there's to be
a military parade, I gather.

How do you...
how do you feel about that?

What do you mean, how do I feel?

Only you didn't say
whether you support them,

the... king and queen.

I support Lord Grantham.

Very neat.

Until we meet again,
Mr. Branson.

Ah, Barrow.
They said you'd be in here.

Heavens. We can still
put on quite a show

when we need to,
I'm glad to see.

Has it all been cleaned?

More or less everything's been
done to a basic level, milady.

But we haven't done
the final buffing-up.

Why not?

I was waiting
for Their Majesties' butler.

I thought I'd ask his advice
on what to use on the table.

Really?

Can't we decide what we lay
on our own dining table?

Front doorbell, Mr. Barrow.

Please, go.

Milady.

Greetings, Mr. Wilson.

Welcome to Downton Abbey.

Uh, this way, Mr. Wilson.

The royal butler's
terribly scary.

Barrow looked like a rabbit
in front of a cobra.

Oh, dear.
Should I go down?

They know what they're doing.

Do they?
They're hideously behind.

There's a mark on the Blue Room
carpet we can't shift.

I have no chairs for the parade.

And we haven't even decided
on the footmen.

I'm going to have another cup,
if no one's coming up to serve.

This is nice.

Princess Mary wants us
for tea tomorrow at Harewood.

Ugh, I've got so much to do.

I wonder if that means
the young couple

have taken over the big house.

They're hardly
"the young couple."

Well, he isn't, anyway.

She always seems
quite shy to me.

A shy royal?

Is that an oxymoron?

Anyway, we're going.

Right.

I will return to Raby Castle
and come back to Downton

in advance of Their Majesties
on Thursday.

But His Majesty's valet,
Mr. Ellis,

and Her Majesty's dresser,
Miss Lawton,

will stay on,
if that is convenient.

Or they can put up
in the village.

No, we'll find them rooms.

Then Monsieur Courbet,
the chef...

E-Excuse me.

- Mr. Courbet, the chef?
- That's right.

We'd be very grateful if you
could make the kitchens ready.

So, what should I order?

Nothing.
He will bring it all.

And we don't cook any
of the food?

Um, cook for the servants.

Monsieur Courbet
won't have time for that.

Oh, I see.

That is something
to look forward to.

Calm yourself, Mrs. Patmore.

If it's the way
these things are done...

Mrs. Webb
and four footmen will arrive

with Monsieur Courbet
the day before.

Who is this...

Mrs. Webb, is it?

She is the housekeeper.

She will also bring two maids
with her.

The housekeeper?

While Their Majesties are here.

And the maids?

They will make the beds,

clean the bathrooms...
That sort of thing.

I see.

So, my maids and I will not be
involved in the preparations?

You mean, during the stay,
you'll be the butler, and...

Excuse me.
I am not a butler.

I am the king's
Page of the Backstairs.

So, our staff has nothing to do?

I'm sure they can be useful.

But how can they eat
and get dressed at Raby Castle

if the chef and the valet
and the maid are all here?

We have two of each.

The principal valet
and the principal dresser

will arrive in advance
of Their Majesties,

who bring an equerry,
a lady-in-waiting,

two detectives
and two chauffeurs.

The other chef goes from Raby
to Harewood.

Four footmen go with him,
and the other four come here.

Do you all understand me?

You can hardly heckle
Lady Bagshaw

in front of the queen.

Well, I'm just trying
to prevent a crime.

- Who says it's a crime?
- I do.

Oh, and you're an expert
in the matter?

I am an expert in every matter.

You must have some idea

why she doesn't want Robert
as her heir.

I have none.

He is her closest relative.

The family have held Brompton
for three centuries.

But she wants to give it to who?

Charity?

The dogs' home?

Well, I would have thought

the family had enough
to worry about.

That's not the point.

Well, very well.

We must try
and discover her reasons.

Well, what possible reasons
can there be?

Well, that's what I intend
to find out.

- Carson.
- Oh, milady.

Please come in.

This is an honor.

I don't want to be a nuisance,
but I need your help, Carson.

Barrow just isn't up
to the task.

- Milady?
- He won't clean the silver.

- Or he won't let Andrew
clean it. -What?

He says the page of the...
thingummy

- will choose which pieces
to use. -I see.

The truth is,
he's in a sort of trance.

Won't you help me?

I feel I'm pushing
a rock uphill.

I'll be there in the morning,
milady. Don't you worry.

You're a treasure, Carson.
That's all there is to say.

I'll see myself out.

- You could never
refuse her anything. -Mm.

And what about Mr. Barrow?

Mr. Barrow can like it
or lump it.

Then I'm afraid he'll lump it.

We have supper
after the upstairs dinner,

so you've plenty of time.

Thanks.

How does it work
with two valets?

Well, I prepare
His Majesty's clothes

and uniforms for Downton.

Then, when Mr. Miller arrives,

I get the stuff
for Harewood ready.

Then I head back to London
and prepare for their return.

- It all overlaps.
- So, Mr. Miller's the one

who actually dresses the king?

Unless he's ill. Then it's me.

Is he often ill?

No.

I think it's rubbish.
They impose, they demand,

and now we're to be made
nothing in our own house.

It's very disappointing,
I won't deny it.

This water's not too hot.

Have they all been having baths?

How should I know?

Mr. Barrow, don't you think you
should speak to His Lordship?

- About what?
- Well, it's not right, surely,

for us to be humiliated
in this way.

Well, what could he do about it?

Is the staff
always ridden over roughshod

whenever royalty come to stay?

Why do they bring
so many servants with them?

Maybe it's because they go
from house to house

around the county
and they need to know

things are done
the way they like.

- As if we couldn't manage that.
- We're not footballs,

Mr. Bates,
and we don't deserve a kicking.

But what are we

to say to Barrow? After all,
he's done nothing wrong.

He's done nothing at all.
That's the problem.

But it feels very unfair.

Oh, I see.

- So it's now.
- I've sent down

for Mr. Barrow to join us,
milord.

You wanted to see me, milord?

Mr. Carson!

What brings you here?

Well, this is the thing.

Carson is going to move
back into the house

for the royal visit.

What?

You are coming back here
as butler

when I am the butler here?

Yes, uh, that is...

Can I ask how long
this has been planned, milord?

Well, I wouldn't say
it's been exactly planned.

Because I don't quite understand

where it leaves me.

- Well, you can be a sort of...
- With your permission,

I'd prefer not to be
a "sort of" anything, milord.

I will surrender my position

for the duration of the visit,
if I must,

and serve you again
when Their Majesties

have gone, if you so wish.

- Please don't think that...
- By the way,

the boiler's playing up,
and there's no hot water.

God, that's all we need.

Now, Barrow...

Not to worry. The plumber
will soon have it mended,

milady,
and we'll bring water jugs

up to the bedrooms tonight
and in the morning.

It can't be that hard.

We did it for 300 years.

Thank you, Carson.

Well, that went well.

Will you sack him?

No. As a matter of fact,
I was quite interested.

I never thought of him
as a man of principle before.

I'll have to tell him

I'm only ordering
for the servants' hall.

I'm afraid
I've got his hopes up.

Aha!

Oh, speak of the devil.

Come in, come in. I was
just saying you'll be wanting

- to finalize the order.
- Were you, indeed?

Honestly, no one in the village

- can talk about anything else.
- Of course.

Oh, now, I know it's

a bit of a liberty,
but I've made a list

of all the ingredients
of your favorite dishes.

I know them well enough
after all these years.

But some things
will have to be brought in,

so we should really
get on with it.

Oh, well, I appreciate

everything you've done,
Mr. Bakewell...

My heart is fit to burst,

I don't mind telling you.

I shall have fed
the king-emperor

from my own shop.

If only my father were alive.

He'd be so proud of me.
He would.

Well, I-I'm sure he'd be proud
of you anyway, Mr. Bakewell.

Oh, no, no, not like this, no.

This is the peak of my career.

Well, the peak
of my life, really.

Everyone's so jealous.

Oh, now, I've put ticks

next to the ones
I think you'll go for.

- Now, the thing is...
- I'm guessing the luncheon

will be for around a dozen.

Of course,
the dinner will be larger.

Let's say 30 or thereabouts?

You'll correct me if I'm wrong.

- Well, you see...
- You're not wrong, Mr. Bakewell.

But we'll say
if the numbers change.

The pavlova's not realistic.

We'd be safer
with a charlotte russe.

We can do most
of the work before.

And I shall be serving!

Think of that!

♪ I've danced with a man
who's danced with a girl ♪

♪ Who's danced
with the Prince of Wales ♪

- ♪ I'm crazy with excitement ♪
- No. Stop it, Mr. Molesley.

♪ Completely off the rails. ♪

All of my suppliers
are so excited.

Oh, Mrs. Patmore,

I shall never be able

to thank you enough,
not if I live to be 100.

I feel like a liar.

I should go back.

And lower yourself
to a kitchen skivvy

in the eyes of the village?

Never mind ruining
Mr. Bakewell's year.

You'll do no such thing.

No maid. No valet.

No nanny, even.

It's 1927.

We're modern folk.

Nanny will take care
of Marigold.

And Anna can look after you.

Really? Can she?

Of course.

Just like the old days.
Granny's here, and Isobel,

and we're paying a call this
afternoon on Princess Mary.

Oh. Has my new ball dress
arrived?

Not yet, but it will.

Hello, Mary.

How are you?

How long have you worked
for Her Majesty, Miss Lawton?

- Six years.
- How interesting.

I expect you're a skilled
needlewoman for that job.

Well, I've had no complaints.

I trained under Madame Lucile.

Her Majesty wanted
a professional dressmaker.

And they found you?

My reputation found me.

Oh.

Come on, you two.
It's nearly 3:00.

We ought to get ready.

- Will the princess be
at the parade? -Thank you.

- They both will. -What time
are they expecting us?

I always find her rather sad,
Princess Mary.

Well, she is royal.

Royal women are not meant
to grin like Cheshire cats.

Well, they don't have
to look miserable.

Well, to you,
she looks miserable.

To me, she looks dignified.

Doesn't that say it all?

How comforting
to see you here, Carson.

What prompted you to take up
the flaming sword again?

I felt I should go where I
could do the most good, milady.

Wise words for all of us.

Her Royal Highness is here.

The Marchioness of Hexham,

the Countess of Grantham,

the Lady Mary Talbot.

Your Royal Highness.

Please, sit down, Lady Grantham.

I suppose you're in turmoil
because of my parents' visit.

I do sympathize.

We don't need
to explain it to you.

Just don't paint anything.

They're sick
of the smell of new paint.

I hope it's not too late.

Are you living here now, ma'am?

No. No, we're still
at Goldsborough.

But Lord Harewood's
not well, so...

- we've come to run the visit
and the ball. -

Oh, hello.

Hello, my darlings.

How have you been?

Have you been having
a lovely day? Hmm?

Yes?

This is your lucky day.

I'm the new plumber,
Tony Sellick.

Oh, yes. Right.

Well, I'd better show you
where the boiler is.

Where are you off to?

This is Mr. Sellick,
the plumber.

I'm taking him
to the boiler house.

- I'll do it.
- No, you're all right.

Just tell Mrs. Patmore
where I am.

- -Please bring
the boys on Thursday.

Oh, how lovely.

Why are the children in here?

We just got back,
and they wanted to...

They're not allowed in
the drawing room before 6:00.

- I know, milord. But they...
- Take them upstairs.

And don't bring them
down again tonight.

- Yes, milord.
- But they were only...

Thank you, Nanny.

- Please, Nanny?
- No, we're going.

You remember Lady Grantham
and her daughters?

Lady Grantham.

They want us to bring the boys
to the parade.

No. They'd only cause a ruckus.

We were hoping
you would both stay

for dinner that night,
Lord Lascelles.

No, I'm afraid not.

Well...

I'll leave you to it.

Well, I suppose
I better let you get started,

- so I'll be on me way.
- Aren't you gonna wish me luck?

You don't look as if you need me
to wish you luck, Mr. Sellick.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

You don't know what I need.

And I don't intend to find out.

Do we need
to cut the grass again?

They're doing it
tomorrow morning.

Hello, Mr. Branson. Ah.

Getting ready
for Their Majesties, I see.

- That's right.
This is Lord Hexham. -Ah.

May I present Major Chetwode.

- Are you here for the parade?
- I am. I'm staying at the pub.

- Milord?
- Excuse me.

Or are you here
to keep an eye on me?

I was rather hoping you'd be
my guide for the ceremony.

Would you like a drink?

I'll join you in a minute.

Well, well done.

- Who's he?
- I don't really know.

Army, perhaps.
Or maybe a civil servant.

But I'll drink with him

and try and put his mind
at rest.

What does he want?

Maybe to make sure I'm a leopard
who has changed his spots.

What about you, milady?

- Is everything ready?
- No.

And my heart is pounding.

By the way,
have you seen the silver box

from the table by the fire
in the drawing room?

My grandmother used to keep
playing cards in it.

I know the one.

- Is it missing?
- Yes.

And so is the little cupid
from the mantelshelf.

Oh, they must have been taken
downstairs for cleaning.

I was just coming to you,
milady.

Oh, don't worry. I'm fine.

- If that's all, milady?
- I suppose.

Can you manage the jug
and basin?

Or are they too heavy?

No, no, I can do it.

Oh, how's the boiler?

I'm sure they'll fix it soon.

Bertie was with Tom earlier.

You don't think Tom
would ever try to make trouble?

Why do you say that?

Well, Bertie says
there's some army type

who has him under surveillance.

Tom likes to shock, that's all.

He'd never be disloyal
to this family. Never.

Shall we go down?

Yes, let's.

So, I said to her,

"Listen, lady,
there's a little one here

- who still needs turning."
- Oh!

Careful. Mr. Sellick,

you'll make Daisy blush.

Takes more than that
to make me blush.

- Now, get that down you.
- You deserve that.

- It's very late.
- Well, I've got to get it done.

And I don't mind long hours.

I, uh, mean to build
me own business,

and you can't do that
working 9:00 to 5:00.

These water jugs
nearly killed me.

How did we manage
in the old days?

Well, maybe people
were tougher then.

Maybe they expected less
from life.

Well, I expect a lot from life.

So do I.
And I mean to have it, too.

Are you still here?

Mr. Sellick's been working hard
for hours

for our benefit, Andy.

Then it's time he went home.

Is the savory ready?

Take this.

Mmm.

He's right. The new pump
should arrive around 9:00.

- I'll be here.
- So will we.

Ta-ra.

That was Mama. She's in London.

- She's staying with Rosamund.
- She can't be.

She was here for lunch.
She didn't say anything.

She went up this afternoon.
She'll be back tomorrow,

so I've asked her
to come for tea.

You must persuade her
to leave Maud Bagshaw alone.

I don't believe even Mama

will pick a quarrel
in front of the king.

I wonder if he can come early.

Are you excited?

I am a bit. Are you?

Would it be common to admit it?

Not to an American.

Here we go, Mr. Carson.

Leave this to me.

I am Monsieur Courbet.

And this is Mrs. Webb,
the housekeeper.

Ah. Follow that path,

and it'll take you
into the kitchen courtyard.

I said, I am Monsieur Courbet,

chef to Their Majesties.

Well done, Charlie.

Always start
as you mean to go on.

This way, gentlemen.

- Miss Lawton?
- I was just looking round.

It's a beautiful house.

You've seen many that are finer.

That's what I came for.

But we shouldn't be in here,
really.

Prepare for your
battle with the barbarians.

Oh!

You. Uh, where can I put this?

Don't tempt me.

We've cleared some space
in the scullery.

And that cupboard.

What a lot of fuss over nothing.

Well, where's our order
from Mr. Bakewell?

Follow me.

Well, how did you manage it?

A gardener helped me carry
everything in, so no one saw.

I suppose you could sell the lot

and use the money
to pay Mr. Bakewell.

Don't worry.
They can eat it gradual

when the visit's over.

Ah! It's done, Mrs. Patmore.

The new pump's installed.

Hail the conquering hero.

It's Mrs. Hughes
you should be telling.

Or Mr. Carson. Not them.

It's all right, Mr. Sellick.

We'll see the news
gets through. Thanks.

I would not feed it to my dog!

But I don't need
your help, Mrs. Hughes.

I just want to know where
Their Majesties are sleeping

so Miss Stinson
can prepare the rooms.

Then I will show you, Mrs. Webb,

because, without my help,

you will not find them.

Is it always like this?

A royal visit is like a swan
on a lake.

Grace and serenity above,
demented kicking down below.

I wish I could get away.

I've got tomorrow night off
when Mr. Miller arrives.

Told my mum I'd look in.

Why don't you come to York
with me?

- We could have a drink.
- You should go.

- You're not on duty.
- That settles it, then.

I'll come find you
when I'm released.

We can borrow a car.

Mrs. Webb,
I am the housekeeper here.

You are not housekeeper
so long as

His Majesty is under this roof.

Yes, but he's not here yet,
is he?

It's like living in a factory.

It reminds me of our days

as a convalescent home
during the war.

I enjoyed that, although
I always feel guilty saying so.

Where's Tom?

- Daddy's in the village.
- Again?

- What's he playing at?
- Oh, I saw Tom

looking very stern
as I came up the drive.

I hope he's not building a bomb.

Many a true word
is spoken in jest.

We think he's being tailed
by Special Branch.

Nonsense.

- Mama, how was London?
- Oh, fine. Fine.

What were you there for?

- Oh, various things.
- But you hate London.

Whoever told you that?

Now, when do you want me
tomorrow?

12:00 at the latest.

They arrive at half past.

But, Mama, you must promise
not to attack Maud Bagshaw.

Well, I can't ignore her.

- She is my cousin.
- Exactly.

Greet her as a cousin,
and leave it at that.

- I'll think about it.
- But even if she has

left everything to an outsider,
what could we do?

Challenge the will.

On what basis?

Undue influence.

But how could you know that?
And how would you prove it?

We'd find a friendly judge.

Friendly or corrupt?

Whichever does the trick.

Are you here

for dinner, Mama?
It's a buffet.

- Well, I'm not changed.
- We won't change,

either, so you just need
to take off your hat.

You talk as if that were easy.

Where's the paper knife,

the silver one
with my regimental crest?

They won't help tonight,
apparently.

They won't lift a finger.

But then, my food
is only fit for servants.

Well, at least your young hero

seems to have sorted out
the water.

He's not my hero.

Yes.
Why did you call him that?

Oh, it was just a joke.

- But why's it funny?
- Oh, Andy, leave it.

- But this is a rabbit hutch.
- Don't look at me,

Mr. Courbet. You couldn't
swing a cat in my room.

Gentlemen, please.
I'm sure you'll find...

Out of my way.

I will have a bath,
and then I will decide.

Perhaps I will find a hotel.

Where can we eat?
Somewhere apart?

Uh, why not
in the servants' hall?

We never eat
with the resident staff.

- Excuse me.
- The water's cold.

What's happening?

Th-This is impossible.

We can't stay here
with no hot water.

- Are you crazy?
- But the boiler was fixed today.

It was hot an hour ago.

Well, it's cold now.

Why are you
here again, Mr. Carson?

So you could keep control
when I would fail?

Was that it? I-I forget.

You... Mr. Barrow,
would you mind?

I'm not on duty, Mr. Carson.
You are.

Sorry, sir.

What do you want?

Since you are in my room,
sitting at my desk,

it is for me to ask
what you want.

Nothing from you.

I would remind you that I have

been in charge of Downton
for many years.

Mr. Carson,
you are a retired servant

in a minor provincial house,

serving an
undistinguished family.

Your history
is of no interest to me.

Now, if you will excuse me.

So, what would you
like me to do?

I would like you to find
a good book

and read it until we leave.

Mr. Carson, you'd better come
and see this.

It's well and truly damaged.

- Can you mend it in time?
- Oh, yeah.

But somebody should tell them

someone wanted to wreck
the royal visit.

They ought to know.

- Has the dress arrived?
- Not yet.

- What am I going to wear?
- Carson, what is it?

Uh, some folding chairs...
well, a great many chairs

have been delivered, milady.

They're at the back door.

Anna thought
you should be told at once.

She's right.
They're for the parade,

and we'll have
to set them out tonight.

There'll be no time tomorrow.

The villagers will start
arriving from 9:00 onwards.

I'm not sure fate
is on our side.

Poor little Mary.

Have we let her
take on too much?

Yes, you're right.
Come on.

We should lend her a hand.

Well, you can't go out in this.

Of course we can.
Good night, Mama.

Remember to pray for us,
mainly for better weather.

I'll put in a word.

Of course, little Mary could

hammer in a tent peg
with her teeth.

I wonder who she got that from.

You know, I'm always surprised
when you praise me.

I'm surprised to hear
that I have.

As if things aren't bad enough
without a thunderstorm.

We'll manage.
I've roped in Mr. Molesley,

and Andy's gone for the truck.

But, well, Mr. Bates can't help.

And Mr. Barrow has vanished.

Ditto. Lord Hexham's
out looking for Mr. Branson.

We'll have to do our best
without them.

You're not going yourself?

Well, how else will they know
what to do?

Then I'll fetch our coats.

Well, you don't have to come.

Of course I do.

I'll just tell Mr. Bates
where I've gone.

You're a good friend
to me, Anna.

I hope we're good friends
to each other, milady.

- This should be the last
of them. -Great.

Okay, give me that,
Mr. Molesley.

- Can you chuck us the rope?
- Here you go.

- Tie it down, make sure it's
tight. - Here we are.

- All set and ready.
- Oh, Papa,

Dickie, you're so kind.
But are you sure?

You'll be soaked to the skin
and filthy.

Well, what's that to us?
We're hunting men.

- Come on. -You don't need
to come, my dear.

We can manage it between us.

Of course I'm coming.

Come along.

Cheer up, Molesley.

The villagers and guests

will watch from both sides
of the dais.

And there'll be seats at
the front kept for the family.

- I'll join you there.
- I suppose so.

We'll meet in the high street
where we planned.

Don't bring anyone.
Come on your own.

It's all ridiculous, of course.

It's a lot of fuss over nothing.

What? I thought you
were here to check

I didn't do anything foolish
and spoil things.

- In what way?
- I don't know.

Throw eggs or wave a banner
or shout.

Will you?

No.

But I'm starting
to wonder about you.

I don't throw eggs.

- Have another?
- Yes.

- Same again, please.
- Right you are, sir.

We'll bring a special chair up

for the queen
after breakfast when,

hopefully,
it will have stopped raining.

I shall carry it myself, milord.

- Well, what about the king?
- Well, he'll be on his horse.

But suppose it's still raining?

God will make it stop.

Is that Tom?

Has he been in the pub
the whole evening?

Well, the day has dawned,
and the weather proves

conclusively
that God is a monarchist.

Who could doubt it, milady?

Here they come now.

Mr. Molesley?

I'm all right.

Just need a minute
to catch my breath.

Your Majesties,

welcome to Downton Abbey.

We're glad to be here,
Lady Grantham.

Grantham.

You remember
Lord Grantham's mother.

- Hello, Lady Grantham.
- Oh.

Oh, can I help you?

Someone must, sir, or I...
I may never rise again.

Thank you.

- My daughter, Lady Mary Talbot.
- Hmm.

The Marquess and Marchioness
of Hexham.

Mr. Tom Branson.

Lord and Lady Merton.

This is kind of you,

- Lord Grantham.
- Oh, not at all.

It is a great honor.

I'm sure you know,
but Princess Mary

and Lord Lascelles
will be joining us

for luncheon and the parade.

They're both coming?

As far as I'm aware.

What a relief.

Please forget I said that.

Said what, ma'am?

- Cousin Maud.
- Violet.

Are we going to kiss?

I'm glad you want to kiss me.

It wasn't quite what you said
when I last heard from you.

Wasn't quite how I felt
when I wrote.

Can I help you at all?

Thanks.
The others all shot off,

and I'm not sure
if this is the right way.

Just come with me.

What's your part in this circus?

I'm Lady Bagshaw's maid.

Oh, well, then it's this door.

You just ask for Mrs. Hughes.

- She'll look after you.
- Thank you.

Oh, have you tasted the water?

Only for body.
Never for drinking.

Ah, this has just arrived
for Lady Edith.

Lady Hexham these days,
Mr. Bates, but...

Thank you, Albert.
It's a relief.

I want the milk now.

I want the egg yolks now.

I want the olive oil now.

And I want the vanilla pod now.

He wants a clip
around the ear... now.

Careful, Mrs. Patmore.

Uh, right. Who's taking
this up? Mr. Molesley?

Uh, there's no need for you
to meddle, Mrs. Hughes.

- We will see to it.
- Meddle?

I don't believe I'm meddling

in my own house, thank you.
Andrew, yes.

- You take that one.
- But it's not your house, is it?

So, would you like to go
and sit down?

- Now, just a minute.
- Uh, you leave those.

Put them down.

For heaven's sake,
go after them.

I really must protest.
My staff are...

Keep them down here, Mr. Carson.

That goes for you, too.

Stay out of our way.

You've seen Their Majesties.
Let it be enough.

- Excuse me.
- Wait a minute.

What-what are you playing at?

Hang on.

What...?

Things seem calmer in the north.

You mean after the strike, sir?

Yes, if calmer means
more resigned.

I'm not sure
what the future holds.

Hmm.
And you, Lady Grantham.

Were you affected
by the general strike?

Well, my maid was rather curt
with me while it was on, sir.

But, you know,
she is a communist at heart.

So I suppose
it was only to be expected.

Wasn't the princess joining us?

Uh, they telephoned.

Lord Lacelles has been
held up by something.

Uh, but they are planning
to come for the parade.

I imagine the servants' bedrooms

are quite pleasant here.

Why? Are you worried
for your maid?

How clever of you.

Lucy is more of a companion
than a maid.

I'd hate for her
to be uncomfortable.

Of course.

I really have to go.