All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E05.Episode.5.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

Shall I help?

Well, you know what
these are, don't you?

No.
Pig boards.

They control the pigs.

Are you annoyed we've given
Yew Tree Farm to Mr. Mason?

I'm annoyed you fixed it
while I was in London.

But no, he's a good man.

And I hear pigs
are his specialty.

No wonder you
were convinced.

So now that
you've settled in,

have you decided
what your next task will be?

You haven't done much at the
repair shop while I was away,

so I'll start with that.

I had an idea to put it
on the edge of the estate

with access to the village.

For passing trade?

Why not?

Is Papa ready for that?

Hmm, you must be
gentle with him.

MRS. PATMORE:
When does Mr. Mason move in?

His equipment's already there.

And the Drewes
leave on Wednesday,

so there's no point
in waiting.

What about his old farm?

Mr. Henderson's
taken over the land.

He's going to move his uncle

into the house,
much good may it do him.

Nay, there's no need
for bitterness now.

Things have worked out well.

You're right.

MRS. PATMORE:
Oh, I tell you what,

why don't we go over
on the day?

We'll take a picnic tea
and lend him a hand.

ANDY:
I could come, too.

Another pair of hands.

And very welcome,
I have no doubt.

(laughs)

Good news?

Oh, it's just a friend

who's going to be in London
and he wants to meet up.

He?

It's nothing like that.

It's Bertie Pelham,

the agent from
Brancaster Castle.

I remember him,
he shot with us.

And he helped get the magazine
out during my night of terror.

The Dowager Countess.

Hello, Granny.

What are you
doing here?

My dear, I am in need
of a favor.

Is Cora about?

No, she's got some charity thing
in the village.

Oh, good.

Why don't I like
the sound of that?

I'll leave you.

The Minister of Health
is paying us a visit.

Mr. Chamberlain?

I don't think so.

Now listen, he's on an
inspection tour of the north.

He wants to see what's been
happening since the war.

Seems very sensible.

I want him to come here.

I want him to listen
to our arguments

against the York Hospital's
plans.

Mama, what is the point?

Don't be jejune.

You know very well
one word from Westminster

and the scheme
would be abandoned.

But why would he say the word?

And why would he ever
come to Downton?

Neville Chamberlain's wife was
born Anne de Vere Cole.

Guess who was her godfather.

You guess for me.

Your late papa,
the sixth Earl of Grantham.

He and her father served
in the Crimea together

when they were young.

I have known her
since she was born.

I admit I am quite interested,

but when it comes
to getting him here,

I would say you have
no more chance

than a cat in hell
without claws.

We'll see.

Mr. Carson has suggested
we might have dinner

in our cottage tonight, so I
thought I'd ask your advice.

Oh, is this going to be
a regular thing?

I don't think so--
once in a while.

There's paté left over
and some chops.

I'll make up a basket.

Would you?

Oh, that would be so kind.

When did you last cook?

I've done the odd thing.

Oh, well, of course,
as we all know, anyone can cook.

Don't be like that.

It's not my idea.

But it might be nice.

Mrs. Patmore's
just jealous.

Oh, I'm sure she's not.

But I would be grateful
for the basket.

Well, maybe I am.

I nearly forgot--
that chap, Henry...?

Talbot?
Exactly.

Yes, he telephoned
while you were out.

He's going to be
in Yorkshire

on Wednesday to look at a car

and he wants you
to watch him doing it.

Hmm?

To watch him looking at a car?

Well, not quite.

He's driving it round
some track nearby.

At Catterick.

Testing it,
seeing how it handles.

I can take you, if you like.

Would you?
Well, I'd like to see it.

How about you?

I'll be in London
on Wednesday.

Edith has a date.
No, I don't.

Of course not.

What do you mean,
"Of course not"?

CORA:
Dr. Clarkson seems
to be coming round.

Isobel's bringing him
for a drink tonight

with Dickie Merton.

That's why Mama paid her visit.

When? What did she want?

Neville Chamberlain
is coming north.

She wants him to dine here,

so she can convince him
to support her.

CORA:
If he's on a tour

it'll be far too late
to alter his schedule.

That's what I said,

but she seems to think
she can persuade him.

Is it wrong to hope
she's mistaken?

(scoffs)

MOLESLEY:
Anything interesting?

It's Sergeant Willis saying
he'll collect me on Wednesday

at 9:00 to go to York.

For the trial.

Would you like me to come too?

Could you get the time off?
Well, I could ask.

You shouldn't have to go
to the trial alone.

What trial?

Miss Baxter has been called
to be a witness on Wednesday.

I want to go along,
keep her company.

I think you should.

Mr. Carson will understand.

I'm only a character witness.

Character witnesses can
make all the difference.

Why do they want you
to testify?

There's a man being tried
for theft, and I...

I knew him once.

Will your words affect
the outcome?

Possibly.

You must think about it
carefully.

She has thought about it,
Mr. Bates, very carefully.

Where were you?

Oh, I'm sorry, Mr. Barrow.

It was only coffee
for the family,

so I thought Andy
could manage.

He could, but it's for me
to say, not you.

I'm going into the village
in a while; do you want to come?

Thanks, but no, thanks.

I thought you needed
some things.

Nothing urgent.

Right, is that it?

Yes.

I'm glad to see you here again,
Dickie.

Well, it's very good
to be here,

but it's only about the row,
I'm afraid.

Never mind that.

We've brought
Dr. Clarkson with us

because there's
something that you,

or at any rate, Cora,
will want to hear.

Do I detect that
you're changing sides?

Maybe.

Have you told my mother?
Poor man.

If he's changing his mind,
don't let's put him off.

Oh, that reminds me.

I have a message from her.

She says that
the Health Minister

is happy to dine here
this Friday.

EDITH:
What?

How did she manage that?

She must have found a way
to blackmail him.

You don't mean that.
I wouldn't put it past her.

If she's convinced him
to come here,

she can make him
condemn the scheme.

Well, she mustn't.

And I want the three of you here
to support me.

Aye, aye, Captain.

Is Mr. Barrow getting on
your nerves?

Only earlier, you seemed to...

No, it's not that.

He only means
to be friendly.

I know, and he was good to me
when I first arrived.

So, what is it, then?

Well, since I've come I've got
to know a bit more about him.

I don't like to say
with a lady present.

We both know Mr. Barrow
pretty well.

The point is, I wouldn't want
to give him any wrong ideas.

I'm not sure that's fair.

Fair or not, I think it's better
if he knows what's what.

I bear him no
ill will, mind.

We are what we are.

Isn't that the truth?

CARSON:
My compliments to the chef.

Who is Mrs. Patmore, not me.

What was Mr. Molesley
asking?

He wants to accompany
Miss Baxter into York

on Wednesday morning.

Apparently you've said
she can go.

I have, yes.

Will you let him?

I don't see why not.

What's it for?

Sergeant Willis needs her help.

Sergeant Willis again?

Do other butlers have to contend
with the police arriving

every ten minutes?

Not often.

Now, are you ready?

Ah.

Are these done enough?

Yes.

Shall I fetch
the vegetables?

This plate's cold,
which is a pity.

There.

Ah, what's this?

What do you think?

Bubble and squeak.

As a vegetable with lamb?

I like it with lamb.

Well, we mustn't let it

get cold.

This knife could do
with sharpening.

All settled in
for the night?

She is, but she won't
sleep a wink.

She's too annoyed,
and I don't blame her.

What's happened now?

She says Dr. Clarkson has
only planned to throw her over

for Mrs. Crawley.

She's seen it coming.

What do you mean?

He doesn't want to support
her ladyship anymore.

What cheek!

Don't go working yourself up.

Who does he think he is?

Jumped up little saw-bones!

I should steer clear.

No doubt.

But you and I don't think alike,
do we, Mr. Spratt?

On this or any other subject.

I'll wish you good night.

When's your train?

9:00.

Is this another magazine crisis?

No, but I am interviewing
possible editors.

Women?

Women.

Well, I approve,
good luck with that.

But then who's the date with?

It's not a date,
it's just a friend.

As I keep saying.

What are you up to today?

Haven't you got some plan
with a racing car?

Later.

We're looking for a site for
the repair shop this morning.

Then we'll go over to
Catterick after lunch.

I want to look in on
Mason before we do.

He's moving in today.

As long as the pigs are settled.

You joke,
but I am concerned.

I've asked him to take over,

but pig keeping needs physical
strength, now I think of it.

You're right, of course.

They're strong
and can be dangerous.

Ask him if he's up to it.

I think I must.

A day of racing cars and pigs--
who could better that?

Who's dining at home this time?

Nobody.

It's to welcome Daisy's Mr.
Mason-- he's moving in today.

Wish him well from me.

And I hope he gets more fun
out of his hamper

than Mr. Carson did.

Why? What was
the matter with it?

Nothing was the matter with it.

Except for the fact that I don't
seem to cook like his mother.

Ooh.

Ooh, I think the correct
response is to say "Men!"

and sigh.

(laughter)

What's this?

Don't mind us.

How can I help?

Miss Baxter is expecting me.

Daisy, run and fetch her.

Look after Miss Baxter,
Sergeant.

She's in a very frail
frame of mind.

I'll do my best.

But we're after catching
a nasty fish

and he's bound
to thrash about a bit.

And we'll get caught
in the spray?

Good luck, love.

BRANSON:
If we put the gate here,

we'd be on a lane
that links with the main road.

We'd get power and plumbing from
the supply at King's Barrow.

MARY:
Why don't we put
the repair shed there?

King's Barrow
is a working farm.

There isn't a spare farm about
half as accessible as here.

We ought to look at costs.

It's good of you
to come with me today.

Glad to, but he won't
want me there.

Nonsense.

You have far more in common
with him than I do.

Is it serious?

He's attractive and nice
and it's good to remember

I'm a youngish woman again.

But that's all.

"Youngish"?

I don't mean to sound snobbish,
but I won't marry down.

Was Mr. Matthew Crawley
so very special in that way?

Matthew was the heir
to the earldom and estate.

I don't want to be
grander than my husband.

Or richer.

It may surprise you,

but I agree it's important
to be balanced.

But one should not be far
stronger than the other.

I just don't think it has much
to do with money or position.

Is that how you felt
about Sybil?

To all of you, she had
everything and I had nothing.

She was a great lady, and I
the man who drove the cars.

But that wasn't true for us.

We were evenly matched,
Sybil and I.

She was strong
in her beliefs, so was I.

We were a marriage of equals;
we were very happy.

I think we see that now.

The family, I mean.

Not at first, you're right.

But now.

Good day to you.

"Good day"?

It's a wonder you've got
the nerve to speak to me.

I beg your pardon?

Throwing over my lady
when she's been running

this village since
you were eating porridge

in the Glen with your mammy.

I don't believe I am required
to justify my actions to you.

Because you can't.

Tell me, would you
call it gratitude?

Because I'd call it treason.

Would you?

Well, I call it impertinence

to a degree
that is not acceptable,

and I'm afraid you haven't
heard the last of this.

Well, you look very chirpy.

Oh, I think we'll have fun.

Besides I've had some news.

They've nearly finished
the work on my house.

Oh, that was quick.
Was it?

It doesn't feel very quick,
but it's almost done.

Now you just have
to find some customers.

But it's exciting, isn't it?

Did you hear?

That he changed his plea? Yes.

I was in court,
I've only just come out.

I expect when he heard
that you'd turned up,

he must've known
it was pointless.

So I've been spared.

How do you feel?

In one way I feel
relieved, of course.

The newspapers won't find me

and there'll be
no repercussions.

But?

I suppose
I'd worked myself up

into facing him
across the courtroom,

this man who ruined my life,

and now it feels
a bit anticlimactic.

Shall I go back in and ask him
to plead not guilty, after all?

No, thank you.

(laughs)

We should leave.

Sergeant Willis
is fetching the car.

Thank you.

It does me good to see
a friendly woman

bustling about a kitchen.

I've got tea for all of us,
and a snack for you later on.

You're an angel of mercy.

Are we interrupting?

Not a bit of it, m'lady,
you're very welcome here.

We just wanted to look in
to see how you were doing.

Daisy can tell you
where to find our office.

Daisy will be

a great help to me.

We wanted to discuss the pigs.

Shall we go outside?

We can talk here, m'lady.

There's nothing private
about it.

Very well.

Of course I understand
you have a lot of experience.

A great deal.

I'm top at pigs.

But Lady Mary
is a little worried

about the physical side of it.

Prizing a boar off a sow

or taking the piglets
from their mother.

Is this because
I'm older than I was?

Of course,
you may have already chosen

a farm hand to help you?

We've discussed it,
Mr. Mason and I.

He'll give me warning
when there's any chance

of a bit of strong arm and
I'll walk down from the house.

So you'll be there
for the servicing

and the separating
and the rest of it?

We'll plan it round when
Mr. Carson can release me.

It's not every day.

That's very good of you,
Andrew.

I want to train
in the care of pigs, m'lady.

I want to learn as much
as I can about farming.

MARY:
Oh, I see.

Well, good.

That seems to settle it.

We must go.

We're on our way to Catterick
and we're late.

We hope you'll be
very happy here.

Thank you.

Well, I do want to train.

I do want to learn.

It were no word of a lie.

EDITH:
Why does Lord Hexham spend
so much time in Tangiers?

BERTIE:
I suppose he likes it there.

If I had Brancaster Castle,

I'm not sure I'd ever
want to leave.

I agree.

He's not really
a country type.

More arty than sporty,
if you know what I mean.

He doesn't hunt or shoot?

Hardly.
He paints.

What does he paint?

The young men
of Tangiers mainly.

You know,
scenes of local life.

And he's never wanted
to marry?

I wouldn't quite say that.

It's always been
sort of understood

that he and his cousin,
Adela Graham,

will marry eventually.

Understood by whom?

Well, the two sets
of parents.

(laughing):
How romantic.

But you like him?

You wouldn't ever want
to find something else to do?

I'd hate to leave Brancaster

and I'm very fond
of Cousin Peter,

even if he isn't a countryman.

There isn't a nasty bone
in his body.

What are we doing
this evening?

Have I got your evening, too?

Come to my flat for a drink,
I'll show it to you.

Then we can go somewhere else,
you choose.

What a racy plan.

Not as racy as all that,
worse luck.

But I'd like your opinion.

You shall have it.

Charlie's going
to beat him again.

It infuriates him.

Mr. Rogers is a good driver.

I know, but they take
such risks.

I hate it.
I just hate it.

There's no such thing
as slow motor racing.

Even so.

And there's no such thing
as safe love.

Real love means giving someone
the power to hurt you.

Which I won't concede easily.

(laughing)

She went well.

She's perfect, Charles,
don't change a thing.

I think I started after you.

You're a bad loser!

Well?

How fast!

That is the general idea.

It looks like
she handles well.

Will you take her
to Brooklands?

Brooklands
and other tracks.

I think I've found my new car,
what do you say, Charlie?

Well, she must be good
to beat me, if you did.

Oh, I did, and I will again.

Then we must celebrate.

Well, there's a pub
at Catterick.

Not for me, I'm afraid.

I have to go home.
Oh, let's go anyway.

Okay, just let me get changed.

Help him to enjoy it.

You don't have to marry him,

but you do have to let him
enjoy this moment.

MRS. PATMORE:
You're not nervous?
Because I would be.

ANDY:
No, I'm looking forward to it.

We'll make a pig man
of you yet.

I'll lend you some books
when we go inside.

Books?

On pig breeding and care.

You need to know
the theory of it.

You'll be glad
of the knowledge.

It makes the work
more logical.

Now then.

(pigs oinking)

AUDREY:
We'll be in touch.

WOMAN:
Thank you.

EDITH:
How many more?

Just one.

Miss Edmunds.

Send her in.

If you'd like to go in now?

Please sit down.

I've been reading about
your many achievements.

Oh, I see
you were born in '92.

I know I might seem
too young to be an editor,

but I do have experience.

I was just going to say
we're born in the same year.

Have you seen a copy
of our latest edition?

I produced it, actually.

Our editor had left,

so it was down to me
and the rest of the office,

and during one
horror-filled night, we did it.

Then are you sure
you need me?

Oh, I am.

But I have at least proved
you're old enough

to be an editor,
because I was.

1892 seems a million
years ago now.

Another time.

Another age.

That might be worth exploring.

Victorian babies
grown into modern women.

And the price they've paid.

(teacups clinking)

Oh, thank you, Audrey.

Mm... this is something like it.

I think you'll do
well here.

So do I.

And you know
what I wish?

That our Daisy would live here.

You can still
work at the big house,

but make a home with me.

I don't know...

What is it?

A 20 minute walk?
What's that?

I'll have to think about it.

I wouldn't
have to think long.

This place
is like heaven to me.

You never set foot
off a pavement for 18 years,

and now it's all harvests
and pig-farming.

Well, not everyone's right
for what they're born to.

Very true.

These are the books

I spoke of.

You'll learn most
from the work, I know,

but they'll give you
a grounding.

If you're serious.

I am.

MRS. PATMORE:
Now, what else
can I give you?

Another cup of tea,
why not?

Don't mind if I do.

CORA:
I'm afraid Mummy

and Daddy
and Aunt Edith are all away,

so you must make do
with Granny and Donk.

Is Granny Violet
a Red Indian?

Why on earth do you say that?

Nanny said she was
on the warpath.

(chuckles)

Come and look at these books
I've put out for you.

These are some of the places
Donk and I have visited.

Chamberlain's office
rang to confirm

that he is dining here
on Friday.

I wish he weren't.

But you'll line up
the opposition?

Certainly.
I already have.

What a nuisance it is.

Mama is not a good loser.

She's had so little
experience.

You couldn't just back off and
let the cards fall as they may?

Robert, for 30 years,
I've striven to let your mother

have her own way,
but this is too important.

I appreciate that
her motives are honorable,

but that's not enough when
she's damaging people's lives.

Ooh.

We can cancel, if I'm allowed
to say you're ill.

I'm not ill enough,
and she'd only rearrange it.

She can obviously get
Chamberlain to do

whatever she wants,
though heaven knows why.

What's this?

That's the Sphinx,
darling, in Egypt.

What?

The Sphinx.

A creature of secrets
that she never reveals.

(whispering):
Rather like Granny Violet.

Mmm.

What time will you
get there on Friday?

Well, not much before 8:00.

I want to be
in possession of the room

by the time
Mr. Chamberlain arrives.

Oh, dear.

Bad news?

Oh, dear.

I wouldn't have brought it
if I'd known.

Spratt, would you ask Denker
to come up here, please?

Of course, m'lady.

You're quite agitated.

Denker has disgraced herself.

Well, how distressing
for you.

It's not that so much.

But it means I shall
have to find a new maid.

Yes, I see.

A real punishment.

(door opens)

M'lady?

Is it true you called
Dr. Clarkson a traitor?

What? Surely not, Denker?

I just thought
he had behaved very badly

towards your ladyship.

It is not your place
even to have opinions

of my acquaintance.

Let alone express them.

He can't claim
your friendship now?

Not when
he's turned against you!

If I withdrew my friendship
from everyone

who had spoken ill of me,
my address book would be empty.

Yes, but surely...

For a lady's maid to insult
a physician in the open street!

You have read
too many novels, Denker.

You've seen
too many moving pictures.

I was sticking up for you.

And for that, I will write
"tepid character,"

which may enable you
to find employment elsewhere.

But from this house,
you must go, forthwith.

But m'lady...

You may stay tonight,
but you must go tomorrow.

Go!

Are you sure?

I can't believe Dr. Clarkson
could wish her

to lose her position.

Then he shouldn't
have sent it.

When we unleash the dogs of war,
we must go where they take us.

(sighs)

Sorry about that.

There was rather a queue.

It's popular,
that's a good sign.

Oh, you don't
know the place?

You'll laugh at me,
but I've hardly ever been

in a public house.

Matthew wasn't really
a pub man

and Papa goes
into the Grantham Arms

about once a year to have
a drink with the tenants.

Well, I'm afraid my life
is an altogether rougher affair.

Consider me warned.

So the car's a success?

Well, I wasn't convinced
it would be, but it is.

You must have
a go sometime.

I hope that's a real offer.

Do you know, I didn't realize
you were so keen, Tom.

Blast, you could have
driven her today.

You know I came to Downton
as a chauffeur?

Oh, Mary told me.

But then not every chauffeur
has a real love for cars.

That's true enough.

I'll tell you who was talking
about you the other day.

Evelyn Napier.

Oh, how is he?

He's well.

Still single, of course, and I
suspect still pining for you.

He will pine in vain,
but I'm very fond of him.

La belle dame sans merci.

What does that mean?

It means Lady Mary
knows what she's about.

I tell you what,

next time you're down south,
why don't we all have dinner?

I'd love that.

You are funny.

What do you mean?

The way you have to keep making
reasons for why you'll meet;

you to watch him drive cars, you
to have dinner with a friend.

Why can't you just say,

"I'd love to spend more time
with you, when can we do it?"

You see?

He may have assimilated,
in some ways,

but he still fights
playing by the rules.

(chuckles)

(sighs)

What are those?

I didn't hear you come in.

Mr. Mason's lent me
some books on pig-rearing

and farming generally.

I'm going to help
with the pigs.

I see.

Oh, which will you start with?

The red one, I think.

The red one.

Who's it by?

F. J. Connell.

Does that mean
anything to you?

Not a lot.

This must be
the most sophisticated room

I've ever been in.

The taste is all Michael's.

He was very artistic
and very clever.

So, are you going
to live here?

I think I'll live here more.

I'd like a life
away from Downton.

Because you like London?

Well, the house, the estate,
they're all Mary's now,

more than Papa realizes.

It's time for me to strike out
in my own direction,

not just dawdle
in Mary's wake.

When do you go home
this time?

Tomorrow.

My work is done here.

I've found my new editor and
we've got a Government Minister

coming for dinner on Friday,
so we're all on parade.

That's very swanky.

Is your father political?

Not at all.

It's my grandmother
who's invited him.

How impressive.

She is rather.

Shall we go?

I love the Café de Paris.

How did you know
to choose it?

I knew we'd love
the same things.

(sighs)

God, what a relief.

I thought I might be
pushing my luck.

Oh, no.

I suppose you've guessed
how much I like you.

You don't know me.

I know you enough
to think about you

all the time
when we're apart.

That's very sweet.

Of course,
I haven't much to offer.

You have a great deal to offer

and I'm not sure
I'm worthy of it.

But for now let's just enjoy

a good dinner and some dancing.

No arguments here.

MRS. HUGHES:
So it was a good day?

Oh, yes.

A happy ending to a trying time
for the poor man.

Daisy fought well
in his cause.

If not always very sensibly.

Well, he's a lovely chap,
though, kind and considerate.

Oh, he wants Daisy
to live there,

but I suppose
that's understandable.

He must be lonely.
He's not lonely.

He's lived on his own for years,
he's used to it.

He enjoyed a bit
of company today.

He was just being polite.

I expect he was longing
for us to go.

You mustn't mind when Mr. Mason
makes new friends, Daisy,

now that he's here among us.

Of course I don't mind.

I just think
he's fine as he is.

MR. CARSON:
I'm ready

to walk up
to the cottage if you are.

Of course.

MR. CARSON:
Ah, Mrs. Patmore,

I haven't thanked you for
our supper the other night.

Always happy to help.

I'm very grateful.

But another time I wonder
if you might go through

the cooking of it
with Mrs. Hughes.

MRS. PATMORE:
Oh, yes?

It's been a while since she's
played with her patty pans

and she's got some
catching up to do.

You'd be glad of the help,
wouldn't you?

Very glad and very grateful.

And now I must fetch my coat.

I'm sorry, Miss Denker.

I simply don't see
I have a role to play.

So you're just going to sit
there and let me be dismissed?

How did it happen?

Were you drunk?

No, I was not drunk!

I was shocked!

Shocked at the short memory

of a doctor who's failed
his patroness!

I doubt he sees it
in that light.

That's the way I saw it,
and I acted accordingly.

Am I to blame if I have
a very passionate nature?

Any more of that talk
and I won't be able to sleep.

You won't sleep a wink
if I am still sacked

when we go upstairs.

It's a risk
I'll have to take.

(hums)

* Singing cockles and mussels
alive-a-live O *

I'm dreading this dinner
on Friday.

So are we all, but we have
to get through it.

I'm afraid Mama
seems to see this argument

as the Last Battle,
the last big fight of her life.

If she loses,
there'll be hell to pay.

Then there'll be hell to pay.

Added to which,
I'm feeling pretty rough.

I'm sure it's only indigestion,
but whether it is or not,

I'll be glad of a chance
to put my feet up.

It's too late to cancel,
but I'd be happy to manage

the evening without you,
if you're really ill.

Mama would only say
I'd ratted on her.

No.

As you say,
I'll get through it

and then take things quietly
for a few days.

ANDY:
For goodness' sake!

(loud crash)

How did that happen?

I threw a book and it caught it.

Oh, yes, the red one.

Why did you throw it?

Why did you throw the book,
Andy?

You can't read, can you?

No, I can't bloody read!

Go on, have a good laugh
about it!

I'm not laughing.

You've been good at hiding it,
I must say that.

Flicking through your magazines.

I only look at the pictures.

Why did you not learn at school?

I fooled around
until it was too late.

I learned how to sign my name,

which was all I needed
in service.

But now you want to be a farmer.

I could be a farm laborer,
but I want more than that.

And if I can't read,
then it won't be possible.

So another dream goes west.

It doesn't have to.

I'll teach you to read,
and write, too, if you want.

I must be too stupid.

I've never picked it up so far,

and I would have
if I had half a brain.

That's not true,
you're a clever lad.

You will get the hang of it.

Trust me.

What would the others say?

We won't tell them.

We'll talk about it
in the morning, all right?

Mr. Barrow.

I've not behaved well
towards you.

And I'm sorry for it.

I've known worse.

Good night, Andy.

(bird chirping)

Oh? You're up early.

I suppose you have
quite a day ahead.

Are you packed?

No. I have not packed.

I shouldn't leave it
too long.

You should take up her breakfast
and dress her

to be sure of your reference,
and then head off.

Is that all you've got to say?

Oh, don't look at me.

It's not my fault and
there's nothing I can do.

(humming)

Did they catch your nephew?

What?
Your nephew.

The one who's on the run
from the police.

The one you sheltered here.

Did they catch him?

I don't believe so, no.

I wonder if that was because
he was allowed to rest here.

I think maybe it was.

Septimus Spratt, if I am sacked,
I am taking you down with me.

And my sin
is not a criminal offense.

What can I do?

I can't talk to her
before she's dressed.

No, well, while you're waiting,

you can think of
what you're going to say.

Unless you want to find yourself
sewing mail bags.

(exhales)

I'm not promising anything.

I mean, suppose she doesn't
listen to me?

You'd better hope
she does, Mr. Spratt.

(laughs)

You'd better hope she does.

ANNA:
I think she likes him, yes.

But I don't believe
she's serious.

Why not?

Lady Mary has quite a sense
of her own importance

and I doubt
he's enough for her.

Besides,
what would he do here?

Hang about, testing
his cars on the drive?

He could always get a job.

Doing what?

I'm not convinced there's
a big demand for racing drivers

in Thirsk.

So Lady Mary does not believe
that love conquers all?

We mustn't be hard on her.

She is what she is.

But I'd say
she'll want someone

who brings
just as much to the table.

Maybe I'm wrong.

I hope so.

I'd like her to be happy.

I'm happy, and I want
everyone to be happy.

Are you really happy?

I'm happier
than I have ever been.

Happy, impatient, excited.

Don't say too much.

It frightens me.

We've still got months.

Nothing will go wrong.

Bad harvest, bad harvest.

What does that mean?
(giggles)

In the old days,
when the crop was good,

the farmers used to shout,
"Bad harvest!"

So the Gods wouldn't
grow jealous of their luck

and destroy them.

(shouting):
Bad harvest!

(laughing):
That ought to do it.

Let's hope so.

We'd better hurry or we'll
be late for breakfast.

Well?
She wants you.

In the drawing room.

What did she say?
What did you say?

I told her your crime
was an excess of loyalty.

That your devotion to her
had made you blind.

It was the smugness of
the doctor that got my goat!

That I did not say.

No, no.

The point is, did it work?

I reminded her how hard it is to
find properly trained staff now.

Yeah, and did it work?

I asked her how long it
had taken to break you in.

I'll have less of that talk.

I just want to know,
did it work?!

She's going to give you
one more chance.

(laughs)

Hallelujah.

But mind you, act surprised
when she tells you.

I will rival St. Paul
in my astonishment.

Right.

Well, you better get upstairs.

Oh, and Miss Denker.

I don't want to hear
another mention

of my unfortunate nephew.

Oh, well, that rather depends.

On what?

On whether or not I need
to mention him again.

(indistinct chatter)

VIOLET:
He's not arrived, then?

ROBERT:
Not yet, but what we want
to know is by what power

you made him come here.

Well, the power of personality.

I'm not sure
it would've worked for me.

It works for me.

Are you quite well?

I'll be all right as long
as no one asks me how I am.

You heard your note nearly
proved fatal to poor Denker?

I only intended that she
be ticked off, not beheaded.

I gather it was Spratt
who saved her,

which is a surprise
in any number of ways.

ROBERT:
Mama, what are you doing?

Carson, Carson, can you
change these place cards

in the dining room?

I'm not sure
her ladyship...

Robert?

Just do it.

Very well, m'lord.

You'll be in
a very junior seat.

Il faut reculer
pour mieux sauter.

EDITH:
I found my editor.

And had some fun, too, I hope.

I went dancing
at the Café de Paris,

which felt very young and gay.

And we saw Henry Talbot
try out a racing car.

So now we're all members
of the Bright Young Things.

I don't know
about bright.

CARSON:
The Right Honorable
Neville Chamberlain,

Minister for Health.

Lord Grantham.

Lady Grantham.

Minister, how kind of you
to find time for us

in your busy schedule.

We're very grateful.

I wouldn't have the courage
to refuse your mother-in-law.

There you are.

How is dear Anne?

She sends her greetings.

Oh, how grown up you all are.

You know, I remember so well
when you and she

were young and carefree,

looking for fun
wherever you could find it.

I know you do.

Yes, well, and I always say,
let the past stay in the past.

I always say that, too.

(chuckles)

Have you met my cousin,
Mrs. Crawley?

No, indeed,
it's a great honor.

I gather you're here
to discuss the new plans

for managing our health.

Well, I know I'm here
to discuss

a topic Lady Grantham
is interested in.

BRANSON:
Excuse me, would you care
for one of these?

Thank you.

(quietly):
I thought you
needed rescuing.

Our own scrapes
are bad enough

without being dragged
into other people's.

How well
you understand me.

I'm afraid you're in
for some rigorous debate.

I wish I weren't.

Shall we go in?

We don't want to wear
the Minister out

before he's even had
a chance to sit down.

She can't protect him
in the dining room.

You'll stop at nothing
to get your own way.

(laughing):
Isn't that the truth?

Indeed.

It is a quality I share
with Marlborough,

Wellington
and my late mother.

I was trained
in a hard school,

and I fight accordingly.

No, he's a coming man.

I've read he may be
Prime Minister one day.

Well, he's no friend
of the unions.

For which he is to
be congratulated.

Is the consommé ready,
Mrs. Patmore?

We should get out
of your way.

You never said
how the trial went.

I didn't have
to testify in the end.

He looked at the list of
witnesses and changed his plea.

You must have a sense
of unfinished business.

That's clever of you.

I won't ask what it was,

but I hope you can
leave it behind.

I'm not sure,
but thank you.

Mr. Molesley says the Dowager's
got the bit between her teeth.

Then I don't give much for
Mr. Chamberlain's chances.

Nor me.

But surely, if it's
important to the area,

he'll want to listen?

He'll just want
to get out alive.

(chuckles)

The system has worked well here
for 100 years!

Why must we destroy
everything in our path

simply for the sake of change?

CLARKSON:
I'm not sure

that's a true representation
of the case.

Exactly, there are
many benefits

to be had from the plan.

But benefits for whom?

(laughing):
Goodness!

I thought I was here to be
lectured by a united group,

not to witness a Battle Royal.

VIOLET:
Oh?

Don't you enjoy a good fight?

I'm not sure I do, really.

My mother-in-law
has a certain myopia

when it comes to anyone else's
point of view.

VIOLET:
On the contrary,

I have a clarity of vision
that allows me to resist

a housemaid's trap
of sentimentality!

Your enthusiasm is getting
the better of your manners.

Can't we stop
this beastly row?

CORA:
How I wish we could.

(panting):
Because I... I...

I'm so sorry, I...

(everyone gasps)

Thomas, on his left side!

Give me the napkins!

CARSON:
I'll call the ambulance.

Keep him warm.
Take my coat.

What is it?

His ulcer has burst.

What?!

Will he be all right?

We must get him to the hospital
as quickly as we can.

I'm here, darling,
don't worry, I'm here.

(breathless):
If this is it,

just know I have loved you
very, very much.

This isn't it, darling.

We won't let this be it.

Here's some water.

No! No water.

Just keep him steady
until the ambulance arrives.

(panting)

All right, all right.

(coughing and panting)

(indistinct whispering)
(footsteps approaching)

MRS. PATMORE:
Is he very bad?

I've rung for the ambulance.

It'll be here at any moment.

Miss Baxter, Anna,

fetch their ladyships' coats.

Don't forget Lady Edith.

And what about me,
Mr. Carson?

You might put together some
things that could be useful.

But hurry,
there's no time to lose.

I can't believe it.

Life is short.

Death is sure.

That is all we know.

There is a man who's been shaken
to the roots of his soul.

Everything he based his life on
has proved mortal after all.

We've no time for philosophy,
Mrs. Patmore.

What can we do to help?

Let's send up some coffee.

Lady Grantham, I'm not sure
how much use I can be here.

Of course, you should go.

I will consider the new plan.

Don't--
that is, let it stand.

I believe the change will work
well for both establishments.

Very well... Lady Grantham.

Give my love to dear Annie.

I will.

The ambulance is here!

Don't reprimand me, Mama.

I think the new system
will be better

and I haven't got time
to be diplomatic.

Don't you think I have
enough things to worry about?

It's better
we should be honest.

There have been
too many secrets.

Let's have no more of them.

If you mean Marigold,
that's settled,

and you know I am sorry.

Now let us concentrate
on Robert.

ISOBEL:
They're ready.

They want to take him now.

CORA:
Girls...

Mary, Edith.

We must go.

Edith dear,
telephone with any news.

No matter how late.

I will.

I'll take you home
in my car.

And Lady Grantham.
In a moment.

You're quite pale.

We'll go together.

You've had a shock.

I think I've had
a few shocks this evening.

They're bringing
your car around.

I'll let the
ambulance get away.

There's a dinner that delivered
more than you bargained for.

Are you going to follow them?

I don't want to crowd them,

but they'll ring
when they have news.

Can you let my office know?

Of course.

If you'll do me a favor
and answer one question.

Why did you
come here tonight?

Your grandmother-in-law
can be very persuasive.

I'd love to know
how she did it.

My wife has a brother
called Horace de Vere Cole.

You may have heard of him.

The prankster?

Didn't he board a warship
pretending to be

the leader of
a Turkish delegation?

Abyssinian, but yes.

He was always doing
that sort of thing.

Some years ago,
he and a few friends

dug a trench
across Piccadilly

and London was thrown
into total chaos.

But what...

I was one of
the chaps responsible.

We dressed as workmen
and no one stopped us.

And by the time we'd finished,
every road was jammed

from the East End
to Belgrave Square.

And old Lady Grantham
threatened to give you away?

It was long ago now,
but the papers would be sure

to make it look
as bad as possible,

and a dinner seemed a price
worth paying to avert it.

Now there's my car,
so I'd better be off.

(car door shuts)

(car drives off)

(clock ticking)

Thank you, my lady.

(sighs)

That was Lady Mary.

His lordship's had his operation
and now he's resting.

(relieved sigh)

Her ladyship
is staying overnight,

but Lady Mary and Lady Edith
will come home.

What was the operation?

They performed a gastrectomy.

What's that?

No business of ours.

Will he be all right?

It sounds as if
he has a good chance.

Oh, thank God.

I'll find out
if there's anything he needs

in the morning.

BAXTER:
I'll walk down there now

with some things
for her ladyship.

Well, I'll come with you.

I'm quite relieved.

Of course you are.

I didn't think I'd mind
one way or the other,

to be honest.

I must be getting soft
in my old age.

Don't let the other animals
find out or they'll pounce.

Leave him alone.

Now we should go.

We can take it
in turns tomorrow.

So Mama can have some rest.

Very well.

I'll go first.

Stark can take me there
and bring Mama back.

What a terrifying reminder.

In one second,
your whole life can change.

Yes.

It only takes a moment
for everything

to feel quite different.

I'm going to check
on the children.

Of course you are.

Good night.

How is he?

He's be all right, but it's
knocked the stuffing out of him.

We'll have to make sure the load
is lightened when he comes home.

To be more precise, Tom,
from now on you and I

need to take full
responsibility for the estate.

We'll involve him in
the big decisions, of course,

but he mustn't have
any more worry.

That's why he got the ulcer
in the first place.

So long live
our own Queen Mary.

Good night.

Mr. Carson told us his lordship
is going to recover.

They seem to think so.

Everyone was very happy
to hear it.

Can I fetch you anything?

I just want to go to bed.

You must be
absolutely exhausted.

Anna, could I ask
you something?

Is there any talk
in the Servants' Hall

about Miss Marigold?

What sort of talk, m'lady?

Well, everyone thinks
she's a lucky little girl,

being taken in by the family.

But they would think that.

And that's all you want to say?

Why?

What else should I say?

Never mind.

I'm too tired to talk
any more tonight.