All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S01E02

Here we are, ma'am.

Crawley House.

For good or ill.

I still don't see why
I couldn't just refuse it.

There is no mechanism
for you to do so.

You will be an earl;
you will inherit the estate.

Of course you can throw it
away when you have it,

that's up to you.

Can I help?

I'm Molesley, sir.

Your butler and valet.

Mr. Molesley, I'm afraid...

May I introduce ourselves?

I am Mrs. Crawley and this is
my son, Mr. Matthew Crawley.

I'll just give Mr. Taylor
a hand with the cases.

- I can...
- Thank you, Molesley.

I won't let them change me.

Why would they want to?

Mother, Lord Grantham has
made the unwelcome discovery

that his heir is
a middle-class lawyer

and the son of a
middle-class doctor.

Upper middle class.

He wants to limit the damage

by turning me into
one of his own kind.

When you met him in London,
you liked him.

CORA:
I simply do not understand

why we are rushing into this.

Matthew Crawley is my heir.

Patrick was your heir.

He never lived here.

Patrick was in and out
of this house

since the day he was born.

You saw how many of the village
turned out for the service.

Nothing's settled yet.

It is settled, my dearest one,
whether you like it or not.

I wouldn't say that.

Not while your mother
breathes air.

ISOBEL:
Oh, Ellen...

This is much better than
I thought it would be.

You have done well.

Thank you, ma'am.

Would you like this in here,
ma'am, or taken up to your room?

In here, thank you.

So, are you the whole
of our new household?

There's a local girl,
ma'am... Beth.

She's to double under-housemaid
and kitchenmaid.

This is ridiculous.

Thank you very much, Molesley.

Might we have some tea?

Very good, ma'am.

Well, he can go right now.

Why?

Because we do not need a butler

or a valet, if it comes to that.

We've always managed perfectly
well with a cook and a maid

and they cannot expect us
to alter our...

What they expect, Matthew,

is that we won't know
how to behave.

So if you don't mind,

I would rather not confirm
their expectations.

I have to be myself, Mother.

I'll be no use to anyone
if I can't be myself.

And before they- or you-
get any ideas,

I will choose my own wife.

What on earth do you mean?

Well, they're clearly going to
push one of the daughters at me.

They'll have fixed on that when
they heard I was a bachelor.

Lady Mary Crawley.

I do hope I'm not interrupting.

Lady Mary.

Cousin Mary, please.

Mama has sent me down
to welcome you

and to ask you
to dine with us tonight.

Unless you're too tired.

We would be delighted.

Good.

Come at 8:00.

Won't you stay
and have some tea?

Oh, no.

You're far too busy, and
I wouldn't want to push in.

Lynch, I think we'll go
back by the South Lodge.

Very good, m'lady.

Lady Mary, I hope you didn't
misunderstand me.

I was only joking.

Of course.

And I agree.

The whole thing
is a complete joke.

THOMAS: So what do you think
we'll make of them?

O'BRIEN:
I shouldn't think much.

She hasn't even got
a lady's maid.

It's not a capital offense.

She's got a maid;
her name's Ellen.

- She came a day early.
- She's not a lady's maid.

She's just a housemaid that
fastens hooks and buttons

when she has to.

There's more to it
than that, you know.

MRS. PATMORE:
Daisy!

We'll want some very precise
reporting when dinners over.

Are we to treat him as the heir?

Are we heck as like.

A doctor's son from Manchester?

He'll be lucky if he gets
a civil word out of me.

We're all lucky if we get
a civil word out of you.

Gwen, parcel for you.

Came by the evening post.

GWEN:
Thank you, Mr. Carson.

William.

Have you seen 'em yet,
Mr. Carson?

CARSON: By "them" I assume
you mean the new family.

In which case, no.

I have that pleasure to look
forward to this evening.

MRS. PATMORE:
Daisy? Did you hear me call?

Or have you gone
selectively deaf?

No, Mrs. Patmore.

Then might I remind you
we are preparing dinner

for your future employer.

And if it goes wrong,
I'll be telling them why.

But why are they here at all

when you're going to undo it?

Your father's not convinced
it can be undone.

But you'll still try?

Granny and I are willing to try.

And Papa is not?

We'll bring him round.
You'll see.

We're trying to find
a lawyer who'll take it on.

So, what are they like?

She's nice enough.

But he's...

very full of himself.

Why do you say that?

Just an impression.

Let's go down and you can
decide for yourself.

Hello, again.

It's a pleasure to meet you
at last, Mrs. Crawley.

We're delighted to be here.

Aren't we, Matthew?

Delighted.

Welcome to Downton.

Thank you.

You've been so kind.

What a reception committee.

Yes. Thank you.

This is Carson.

We'd all be lost without him.

Mama, may I present Matthew
Crawley and Mrs. Crawley?

My mother, Lady Grantham.

What should we call each other?

Well, we could always start with
Mrs. Crawley and Lady Grantham.

Come into the drawing room

and we can make all
the proper introductions.

Do you think you'll
enjoy village life?

It will be very quiet
afterlife in the city.

Even Manchester.

I'm sure I'll find something
to keep me busy.

You might like the hospital.

What sort of hospital is it?

How many beds?

Well, it isn't really a hospital.

Don't let Dr. Clarkson hear you.

He thinks it's second
only to St. Thomas's.

It's a cottage hospital, of
course, but quite well equipped.

Who pays for it?

Oh, good, let's talk
about money.

My father gave the building
and an endowment to run it.

In a way, he set up
his own memorial.

ISOBEL:
But how splendid.

ROBERT: And Mr. Lloyd George's
new insurance measures will help.

Please don't speak that man's
name; we are about to eat.

I will hold it steady and
you can help yourself, sir.

Yes, I know.

Thank you.

You'll soon get used to the way
things are done here.

If you mean that I am accustomed
to a very different life

from this, then that is true.

What will you do with your time?

I've got a job in Ripon,
I've said I'll start tomorrow.

A job?

In a partnership.

You might have heard of it,
Harvell and Carter.

They need someone who
understands industrial law,

I'm glad to say, although
I'm afraid most of it

will be wills and conveyancing.

You do know I mean
to involve you

in the running of the estate?

Don't worry, there are
plenty of hours in the day,

and of course
I'll have the weekend.

We'll discuss this later.

We mustn't bore the ladies.

What is a "weekend"?

Why shouldn't he be a lawyer?

Gentlemen don't work, silly.

Not real gentlemen.

Don't listen to her, Daisy.

No! Listen to me!

Take those kidneys
up to the servery

before I knock you down and
serve your brains as fritters.

DAISY:
Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

I wonder what that
Mr. Molesley makes of them.

Poor old Molesley.

I pity the man
who's taken that job.

Then why did you apply for it?

I thought it might help me to
get away from you, Mr. Bates.

I am so interested
to see the hospital.

Well, you would be,
with your late husband a doctor.

Not just my husband.

My father and brother, too.

And I trained as a
nurse during the war.

Fancy.

I'd love to be
involved in some way.

Well, you could always help

with the bring-and-buy
sale next month.

That would be most appreciated.

I should say so.

She's a match for the old lady.

She wasn't going to give in.

What "old lady" are you
referring to, Thomas?

You cannot mean Her Ladyship
the Dowager Countess.

Not if you wish
to remain in this house.

No, Mr. Carson.

William?

Are you aware the seam at
your shoulder is coming apart?

I felt it go a bit earlier.

I'll mend it when we turn in.

You will mend it now.

And you will never again
appear in public

in a similar state of undress.

No, Mr. Carson.

CARSON: To progress
in your chosen career, William,

you must remember that
a good servant at all times

retains a sense of
pride and dignity

that reflects the pride and
dignity of the family he serves.

And never make me
remind you of it again.

I'll do it.

And cheer up.

We've all had a smack
from Mr. Carson.

You'll be the butler
yourself one day.

Then you'll do the smacking.

I could never be like him.

I bet he comes from
a line of butlers

that goes back to the Conqueror.

He learned his business
and so will you.

Even Mr. Carson wasn't born
standing to attention.

I hope not,
for his mother's sake.

This was at the back door.

Thank you, William.

It's kind of you
to take an interest.

I'm afraid it's a case of
the warhorse and the drum.

You know my late husband
was a doctor?

I do.

I'm familiar with
Dr. Crawley's work

on the symptoms of
infection in children.

Ah.

Even I studied nursing
during the South African War.

Really?

Very distressing.

A young farmer, John Drake,
a tenant of Lord Grantham's.

He came in today.

It's dropsy, I'm afraid.

May I see him?

Yeah, by all means.

Is the dropsy of
the liver or the heart?

CLARKSON:
Everything points to the heart.

CLARKSON: All right, Mr. Drake,
you're in safe hands now.

What will happen to his wife?

She may try to keep the farm on.

Grantham is not
a harsh landlord.

But her children are young.

What can I do to help?

If I'm to live in this village,
I must have an occupation.

Please.

Let me be useful.

He chooses his clothes himself.

He puts them out at night
and hangs the ones he's worn.

I get to take the linen
down to the laundry,

but that's about all.

That's all?

"I'll do this," he says.

"I'll take the other;
I'll tie that."

And I'm just stood there
like a chump

watching a man get dressed.

To be honest, Mr. Bates,
I don't see the point of it.

ROBERT:
I thought you didn't like him.

So what?

I have plenty of friends
I don't like.

Would you want Mary
to many one of them?

Why do you always have
to pretend to be nicer

than the rest of us?

Perhaps I am.

Then pity your wife,

whose fortune must go
to this odd young man,

who talks about
"weekends" and "jobs."

If Mary were to many him,
then all would be resolved.

What have you got there?

Nothing.

What kind of nothing?

You haven't got an admirer?

I might have.

Why shouldn't I?

Don't tell Mrs. Hughes

or she'll bring the vicar round
to have you exorcised.

How are we supposed
to find husbands

if we're never allowed
to see any men?

Perhaps she thinks the stork
brings them.

Hey, Lady Mary's
in for a surprise.

Thomas was in the library

when old Violet came in
from the garden.

It seems they want to
fix her up with Mr. Crawley.

Well, it makes sense.

She was going to many
Mr. Patrick.

Would she have, though?

When it came to it?

That's the question.

Ah, there you are, dear.

I was hoping you'd be home
in time.

In time for what?

I have been paid the
compliment of a visit.

Hello.

Good afternoon, cousin Matthew.

Afternoon.

We were just saying how
charming this room is now.

Hmmm, it always
seemed rather dark

when my mother-in-law
lived here,

but then she made everything
rather dark.

Sir.

No, thank you.

A cup of tea, sir?

It's all right, I'll help myself.

So...

Molesley,

how do you find
being home again?

Your father must be glad
you're back.

He is, your ladyship.

Might I give you this cup?

I'm afraid we must be going.

You'll think about it?

CARSON:
Oh!

I thought no one was here.

Can I help, Mr. Carson?

No.

No, thank you, Anna.

May I?

CLARKSON:
I must compliment you, Mrs. Crawley.

When you made your offer,

I thought you might be
a "Great Lady Nurse"

and faint at the sight of blood.

But I see you're made
of sterner stuff.

It's definitely the heart.

It's almost too quiet
to hear at all.

I'm afraid so.

I've been thinking about the
treatments that are available.

Considerable success has been
achieved over the last few years

by draining the pericardial sac
of the excess fluid

and administering adrenaline...

Mrs. Crawley, I appreciate
your thoroughness.

But you're unwilling to try it?

Injection of adrenaline is a
comparatively new procedure.

It's a while ago now,
but I saw my husband do it.

I know how.

Please, Mrs. Crawley,

don't-don't force me
to be uncivil.

We would be setting an
impossible precedent.

When every villager could-
could demand the latest fad

in treatment for each
new cut and graze.

I would remind you that we are
not talking of a cut or a graze,

but the loss of a man's life
and the ruin of his family.

Of course.

But I beg you to see
that it is not reasonable.

I'm sorry but I have standards.

I've just seen
something ever so odd.

What?

And if anyone thinks
I'm going to pull my forelock

and curtsey to this
Mr. Nobody from Nowhere...

O'Brien!

Were you discussing
Mr. Crawley?

Yes, m'lady.

Is it your place to do so?

I've got my opinions, m'lady.

Same as anybody.

Can I help your ladyship?

This is the button we're missing

from my new evening coat.

I found it lying on the gravel.

But I was shocked at the talk
I heard as I came in.

Mr. Crawley is His Lordship's
cousin and heir.

You will therefore please
accord him the respect

he's entitled to.

But you don't like him
yourself, m'lady.

You never wanted him
to come here.

You're sailing perilously
close to the wind, O'Brien.

If we're to be friends,

you will not speak
in that way again

about the Crawleys or any member
of Lord Grantham's family.

Now I'm going up to rest.

Wake me at the dressing gong.

I don't think that's fair,

not here in the Servants' Hall.

I agree.

If she was a real lady she
wouldn't have come down here.

She'd have rung for me and
given me the button, that's all.

This isn't her territory.

We can say what
we like down here.

- Who says?
- THOMAS: The law.

And Parliament.

There is such a thing
as free speech.

Not when I'm in charge.

Don't push your luck, Thomas.

Now, tea's over.

Back to work.

You'd better take this.

"Friends."

Who does she think
she's fooling?

We're not friends.

- No?

And you're not "friends"
with the girls neither.

We're servants, you and me.

And they pay us to do
as we're told.

That's all.

May I...?

I can manage.

Where have I put my cufflinks?

I thought these'd make a change.

Where are my usual ones?

I know I'm a disappointment to
you, Molesley, but it's no good.

I'll never get used to being
dressed like a doll.

I'm only trying to help, sir.

Of course.

And if I've offended you,
I apologize.

But surely you have
better things to do?

This is my job, sir.

Well, it seems a very silly
occupation for a grown man.

Look, I'm sorry if I'm...

I'm sorry.

Why are you so against him?

Aside from the fact

he's planning to steal
our inheritance?

Your inheritance.

It makes no difference
to Sybil and me.

We won't inherit,

whatever happens.

He isn't one of us.

Cousin Freddie's
studying for the bar

and so is Vivian MacDonald.

MARY: At Lincoln's Inn, not sitting
at a dirty little desk in Ripon.

Besides, his father
was a doctor.

SYBIL:
There's nothing wrong with doctors.

We all need doctors.

MARY: We all need crossing sweepers
and draymen, too.

It doesn't mean we have
to dine with them.

Whom don't we have to dine with?

Mary doesn't care
for Cousin Matthew.

CORA: Sybil, be a dear
and fetch my black evening shawl.

O'Brien knows which one.

And Edith, can you see that
the drawing room is ready?

Glad to catch you alone.

You've driven the others away.

Perhaps I have.

Pretty.

The point is, my dear,
I don't want you-any of you...

to feel you have
to dislike Matthew.

You disliked the idea of him.

That was before he came.

Now he's here, I don't see
any future in it.

Not the way things are.

I don't believe
a woman can be forced

to give away all her money to a
distant cousin of her husband's.

Not in the 20th century.

It's too ludicrous for words.

It's not as simple as that.

The money isn't mine anymore.

It forms a part of the estate.

Even so, when a judge hears...

For once in your life,
will you please just listen!

I believe there is an answer
which would secure your future

and give you a position.

You can't be serious.

Just think about it.

I don't have to think about it.

Many a man who can barely hold
his knife like a gentleman?

Oh, you exaggerate.

You're American.

You don't understand
these things.

Have you mentioned
this to Granny?

Did she laugh?

Why would she?
It was her idea.

ROBERT:
Have you been able to explore the village?

ISOBEL:
Indeed I have,

and I thought the
hospital a great credit

to your father's memory.

But I'm afraid the good doctor
and I did not see eye to eye.

Oh, you amaze me.

ISOBEL:
He's treating one of your tenants,

John Drake, for dropsy,

but seems reluctant to embrace

some of the newer treatments.

ROBERT:
Drake is a good man

and far too young to die,

but I suppose the doctor
knows his business.

Not as well as Mrs. Crawley,
apparently.

By the way,

if ever you want to ride,

just let Lynch know and
he'll sort it out for you.

Oh, Papa, Cousin Matthew
doesn't ride.

I ride.

And do you hunt?

No, I don't hunt.

I dare say there is not much
opportunity in Manchester.

Are you a hunting family?

Families like ours are always
hunting families.

Not always.

Billy Skelton won't
have them on his land.

MARY:
But all the Skeltons are mad.

Do you hunt?

Occasionally.

I suppose you're more interested
in books than country sports.

I probably am.

You'll tell me that's
rather unhealthy.

MARY:
Not unhealthy...

just unusual.

Among our kind of people.

I'm changing round
the dessert services.

We're missing a sugar sifter.

I know I put three out.

I was talking to Anna earlier...

Why?

What's she been saying?

Whatever's the matter?

What did Anna say?

Only that she thinks Thomas
is bullying William.

Ah.

Yeah, she may have a point.

I'll keep an eye out.

Here it is.

MARY:
I've been studying the story of Andromeda.

Do you know it?

Why?

Her father was King Cepheus,

whose country was
being ravaged by storms

and, in the end, he decided
the only way to appease the gods

was to sacrifice
his eldest daughter

to a hideous sea monster.

So they chained her
naked to a rock...

VIOLET:
Really, Mary.

We'll all need our smelling
salts in a minute.

But the sea monster
didn't get her, did he?

MARY:

Just when it seemed
he was the only solution

to her father's problems,

she was rescued.

By Perseus.

That's right.

Perseus, son of a god.

Rather more fitting,
wouldn't you say?

That depends.

I'd have to know more
about the princess

and the sea monster in question.

DAISY:
I wish I could dance like that.

Like what?

Don't you know the Grizzly Bear?

The Grizzly Bear...

As if you do.

Certainly I do.

Miss O'Brien,
shall we show them?

Not likely.

William, give us a tune.

Come on, Daisy.

Hands up.

Daisy...

Daisy!

Stop that silly nonsense
before you put your joints out.

See to the range and go to bed.

Thank you, that was beautiful.

VIOLET: I'm sorry Mary was
rather sharp this evening.

I doubt if Cousin Mary and I

are destined to be
close friends.

I don't blame her.

Her father's home and
her mother's fortune

are to be passed to me;
it's very harsh.

What would you say if
the entail were set aside

in Mary's favor?

I should try to accept it

with as good a grace
as I could muster.

Would you?

Oh...

Good evening, Taylor.

Good evening, m'lady.

Thank you.

I'll say goodnight, Mr. Carson.

Look at that scratch.

I'll have to get that sorted out
when they're up in London.

You can hardly see it.

Well, I'll know it's there.

Are you all right now?

Only you seemed a
little upset earlier.

Yeah, I'm sorry about that.

I'm just, um...

I'm a bit tired.

And no wonder.

Did the dinner go well?

Well enough.

Although they won't make
a match between them,

if that's what they're thinking.

Lady Mary doesn't like him?

And why should she like the man
she's been passed over for?

And why has she been?

That's what I'd like to know.

It's the law.

Well, it's a wicked law.

Why does Mr. Carson
let you do that?

Because my dad was a clockmaker.

Did you really ask him
for the job with the Crawleys?

I'm sick of being a footman.

I'd rather be a footman
than wait on someone

who ought to be
a footman himself.

But Mr. Carson shouldn't
have told Bates.

How are things with Lady G?

Same as usual.

"Yes, my lady, no, my lady,
three bags full."

I'd like to give her
three bags full.

Preferably on a dark night.

Will you hand in your notice?

And let her ruin me
with a nasty reference?

Oh, I think not.

I don't want to exaggerate.

She's been very
generous in many ways.

Generous?

To instruct you
in your own practice?

She may even have a point.

But it does not seem
to me realistic...

Well, nor is it!

Put an end to her meddling.

I am your president
and I say get rid of her.

Will that not be awkward?

I gather she's planning
to stay in the village

for the foreseeable future.

No one can foresee the future,
Doctor.

Not you, not I, and certainly
not Mrs. Crawley.

You do not love the place yet.

Well, obviously, it's...

No, you don't love it.

You see a million bricks
that may crumble,

a thousand gutters and pipes
that may block and leak,

and stone that will
crack in the frost.

But you don't.

I see my life's work.

Was it ever in danger?

Many times.

My dear Papa thought the balloon
would go up in the 1880s.

What saved it?

Cora.

Where is everyone?

They've gone down
to the village.

Some traveling salesman's
set up at the pub

for the afternoon.

Alone at last.

We shouldn't be
without both footmen.

Does Mr. Carson know?

Mrs. Hughes does.

She's gone with them.

They won't be long.

So, you see to the girls

and you're supposed to be
head housemaid.

You should put in for a raise.

What do you mean
"supposed to be"?

I said they shouldn't
have let both footmen go.

Well, you'll have to answer it.

Mr. Carson wouldn't like a maid
answering the front door.

I'm sorry to have
kept you waiting, sir.

I'm here to see Lord Grantham.

- Is he expecting you?
- No.

But he'll be very interested
in what I have to tell him.

His Lordship is not at home, but
if you will leave your name...

Ah...

Don't come all high
and mighty with me.

I don't know who you are, but
you're certainly not the butler,

so don't try and
make out you are.

How do you know?

Because Charlie Carson's
the butler round here.

Does your business concern him?

It might do.

Excuse me for one moment, sir.

Fetch Mr. Carson
as fast as you can.

Use the front door.

If you would like
to follow me, sir.

Oh, no.

If you think you're tucking me
away somewhere,

you've got another think coming.

But you'd be more
comfortable, sir...

Sony, chum.

Oh, aye.

I won't mind waiting in here.

SYBIL:
Bates?

This gentleman

is an acquaintance
of Mr. Carson, m'lady.

What is he doing in here?

He says he has urgent
business with His Lordship.

Urgent.

I've sent for Mr. Carson
to come at once.

Then I'll stay with you.

In case explanations are needed.

Mr. Carson!

You're needed at once
in the library.

GRIGG:
How long are you expecting me to wait?

I'm a very busy man, you know.

BATES: If you could just be
patient for a little longer, sir.

Ah.

May I ask who this is?

And precisely what is going on?

CARSON:
Mr. Bates, what are you...

I'm sorry, your lordship.

Mr. Bates, you may go now.

Stay where you are,
nobody's going anywhere.

Do I take it you know this man?

Don't try and deny it.

No, I won't deny it.

I do know him, m'lord.

But not what he is
doing in the library.

I tried to take him downstairs,
out of sight, Mr. Carson,

but he wouldn't come.

Thank you, that was thoughtful.

But who is he?

Will you tell him or shall I?

His name is Charles Grigg.

We worked together at one time.

GRIGG:
Oh...

I'm a little more than that,
aren't I, Charlie?

We're like brothers, him and me.

We are not like brothers.

We were a double act.

On the halls.

You were on the stage?

Carson, is this true?

It is, my lord.

The Cheerful Charlies.

That's what they called us.

We did quite well, didn't we?

Until you couldn't keep your
hands out of the till.

Would you like us to go,
Mr. Carson?

No, you know it now.

You might as well bear
witness to my shame.

He turned up in the
village with no warning

some days ago, on the run,
asking for somewhere to hide.

And, of course, for money.

God in heaven.

He's wanted for
some petty crime,

of which he is,
of course, guilty.

Here, steady on.

He threatened to expose my past,

to make me a laughing
stock in this house,

and in my vanity and pride,

I gave him what he wanted.

You did not.

I put him in an empty cottage
and fed him from the kitchens.

I couldn't buy food
in the village.

Would have raised
too many questions.

I stole.

I am a thief.

She... saw it.

I'd never have said anything...

CARSON:
And now my disgrace is complete.

My lord, you have
my resignation.

Really, Carson, there's no need

to be quite so melodramatic.

You're not playing
Sidney Carton.

So, why have you come here

if he has done everything
you asked of him?

Because he hasn't.

He wouldn't give me any money.

If I had, how could I prevent
his returning to Downton

once it was spent?

My dear Mr. Grigg...

Oh, it's nice to see someone
round here's got some manners.

Hold your tongue.

ROBERT:
I'll tell you what is going to happen.

When I have given you £20,

you will leave Downton
immediately

and we will never
set eyes on you again.

I'll have to see about that.

If you return to this area,

I will personally
ensure your conviction

for theft and blackmail.

Just a minute...

You will serve from
five to ten years

in His Majesty's custody.

You think you're such
a big man, don't you?

Just because you're a lord,

you think you can do
what you like with me.

I think it...

because it is true.

You'll not always
be in charge, you know.

The day is coming when your
lot will have to toe the line,

just like the rest of us.

Perhaps.

But, happily for Carson,
that day has not come yet.

I take it my resignation
has not been accepted?

My dear fellow,

we all have chapters we would
rather keep unpublished.

To be honest, Carson,
I'm rather impressed.

Did you really sing
and dance and everything?

In front of an audience?

I did.

Do you ever miss it?

Not in the least, my lord.

Poor Mr. Carson.

We'll have to treat him
like a god for a month

to calm his nerves.

He'll be afraid this'll change
the way we think of him.

Then we mustn't let it.

But it will.

The Cheerful Charlies?

For all his talk of dignity,
we know his story now.

And admire him more
because of it.

Maybe. But it will change
the way we think of him.

It always does.

I don't see why.

I shouldn't care what
I found out about you.

Whatever it was, it wouldn't
alter my opinion one bit.

But it would.

It certainly would.

VIOLET:
We're running out of options.

The lawyers I write to
only huff and puff.

They echo Murray

and say nothing can be done.

Or they don't want
the bother of opposing him.

Precisely.

I wish Mary wasn't so confident
it could all be put right.

Meanwhile, we have to watch
that dreadful woman

parade around the village
as if she owned it.

I think she means well.

Meaning well is not enough.

Poor Dr. Clarkson.

What has he done to
deserve that termagant?

I think he's in for an
uncomfortable afternoon.

Really? Why?

On my way here I saw her
go into the hospital.

She looked extremely determined.

Not as determined as I am.

I have the adrenaline
here in my hand.

Will you really deny the man
his chance of life?

I just wish it was a treatment
I was more familiar with.

Will that serve as your
excuse when he dies?

Nurse.

Can you prepare Mr. Drake
for his procedure, please?

Well, Mrs. Crawley,

I have a feeling we will
sink or swim together.

CLARKSON: Mr. Drake, your heart
is not functioning properly

and, as a result,

your pericardial sac
is full of fluid.

I am proposing, first,
to withdraw the fluid,

and then to inject
the adrenaline

to stimulate the heart and
restore normal activity.

Is it dangerous, Doctor?

The draining may stop the heart,

and the adrenaline may not
be able to re-start it.

ISOBEL:
Mrs. Drake, the choice is simple.

If your husband endures
this procedure, he may live.

If not, he will die.

NURSE:
He's with a patient.

VIOLET:
Please, please let me pass!

I must see the doctor at once.

Your Ladyship.

Just as I thought.

Dr. Clarkson,

tell me you will not
permit this amateur

to influence your
professional opinion.

Amateur?

VIOLET:
My dear woman,

do not let them bully you.

They'll not disturb the peace
of your husband's last hours.

Not if I can help it.

But that's just it, m'lady.

I don't want them to be
his last hours.

Not if there's a chance.

Please, Doctor,
do what you must.

As...

CLARKSON:
Steady.

Yep, all right.

Nice and steady.

As president of this hospital,
I feel I must...

Valve.

...tell you I shall bring this
to the attention of the board.

You're doing very well.

Have you no pity?

Adrenaline.

Quickly, quickly.

His heart's stopped.

Ready?

Yes.

My dear.

ROBERT:
You don't have to worry.

She may be president
but I'm the patron,

so you're quite safe with me.

Please.

MATHEW:
My mother was fight, then?

The man's life was saved?

Well, I like to think
that we were both right.

But I'm not sure Lady Grantham
will be so easily convinced.

Then we must strengthen
the argument.

Cousin Isobel wants
something to do.

Very well, let's make her
chairman of the board.

She'd like that, wouldn't she?

Certainly she would.

Then my mother will have
to listen to her.

She's been an absolute ruler
there for long enough.

It's time for some
loyal opposition.

Well, if you're quite
certain, m'lord.

What were you going to say?

At the risk of being
impertinent,

on your own head be it.

About your scheme for restoring
the estate cottages.

You don't mind my interfering?

My dear fellow, I brought
you here to interfere.

In fact, why don't you
stay for dinner

and we'll talk about it?

We'll send down to Molesley
for your clothes.

I better not.

My mother's expecting me.

But, in fact, I've been meaning
to speak to you about Molesley.

Oh?

Would you find me
very ungrateful

if I dispensed
with his services?

Why?

Has he displeased
you in some way?

Not at all.

It's simply that
he's superfluous

to our style of living.

Is that quite fair?

To deprive a man
of his livelihood

when he's done nothing wrong?

Well, I wouldn't quite put it...

Your mother derives
satisfaction from her work

at the hospital, I think?

Some sense of self-worth?

Certainly.

Would you really deny the
same to poor old Molesley?

And when you are master here,

is the butler to be dismissed?

Or the footmen?

How many maids or kitchen staff
will be allowed to stay?

Or must every one be driven out?

We all have different
parts to play, Matthew.

And we must all be
allowed to play them.

EDITH:
Why must we all go to the hospital?

MARY: I'm afraid Papa wants
to teach Granny a lesson.

Poor Granny.

A month ago these people
were strangers.

Now she must share power
with the mother

and I must many the son.

You won't many him,
though, will you?

What, many a sea monster?

We shouldn't laugh;
that's so unkind.

But he must many someone.

Edith, what are you thinking?

You know, I don't dislike him
as much as you do.

Perhaps you don't
dislike him at all.

Perhaps I don't.

Well, it's nothing to me.

I've bigger fish to fry.

SYBIL:
What fish?

Are we talking about E.N.?

How do you know that?

Have you been poking
around in my things?

Of course not.

SYBIL:
Come on. Who is he?

It's not fair if you both know.

You won't be any the wiser,
but his name is Evelyn Napier.

The Honorable Evelyn Napier.

Son and heir
to Viscount Branksome.

Who wants an old sea monster
when they can have Perseus?

CARSON:
If you're going to the ceremony,

I thought we might
walk together.

Certainly I'm going.

I want to see the old bat's face
when they announce it.

I must try not to look
too cheerful.

Or shouldn't I talk like that
in your presence?

Do you find me very ridiculous,
Mrs. Hughes?

Putting on airs and graces
I've no right to?

What's brought this on?

Nothing.

Except at times I wonder
if I'm just a sad old fool.

Mr. Carson, you are a man
of integrity and honor,

who raises the tone of this
household by being part of it.

So no more of that, please.

I wondered if you'd like
to walk with me down to the...

Is Thomas going?

Well, I think everyone is.

Sony, what were you saying?

Nothing. Doesn't matter.

Put this away before you go,
and never mind your flirting.

I wasn't flirting.

Not with him.

William's not a bad lad.

He's nice enough,
but he isn't like Thomas.

No, he's not.

Cufflinks, sir?

Those are a dull option
for such an occasion.

Don't you agree?

Might I suggest
the crested pair, sir?

They seem more appropriate,
if you don't mind my saying.

They're a bit fiddly.

I wonder if you could help me.

Certainly, sir.

I see you got that
mark out of the sleeve.

How did you do it?

Oh, I tried it with this
and tried it with that,

until it yielded.

Very well done.

Thank you, sir.

You go in, Mrs. Hughes.

I want a quick word
with Mr. Bates here.

Mr. Bates...

I must thank you.

Both for what you did and
for keeping silent afterwards.

It was kind of you.

And Anna.

It was nothing, Mr. Carson.

I hope you don't
judge me too harshly.

I don't judge you at all.

I have no right to
judge you, or any man.

Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to this happy event.

The investiture
of our first chairwoman,

Mrs. Reginald Crawley,

who has graciously agreed
to share the duties

of our beloved president,

the Dowager Countess
of Grantham.

Our little hospital
must surely grow and thrive

with two such doughty champions
united as they are

by the strongest ties of all-
family and friendship.