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Oh, let me give you
one of those.

Thank you very much.

Can I give you one of those?

It's an open day at the Abbey.

Please come along, in aid
of the hospital trust.

Hello, sir, might I offer you
one of those?

Please bring the family.

Would you like one of those?

But what are
they paying to see?

We have nothing to show 'em.

A decent Reynolds,
a couple of Romneys

and a Winterhalter.

That's your lot.

They'd do better
taking a train for London

and visiting the Tate.

That's not the point.

People want to see a different
sort of home.

It's not the things in it.

"How the other half lives"?

If you want to put it
like that.

There's a curiosity
about these places,

about this way of life.

Dr. Clarkson,
what do you feel?

Keeping people healthy
takes a lot of money

in this day and age.

And we could raise more
than you think.

Robert, we are opening the house
for one day, for charity,

and there's an end to it.

Mary and Tom have made
the decision.

Ah, I know well enough
that when Mary has spoken,

my opinion has little bearing
on the matter.

You don't really mind, do you?

No, but I think it's crackers.

CARSON:
I don't like it...

Poking and prying
around the house.

What's to stop them slipping the
odd first edition

into their back pocket?

You've a very poor opinion
of your fellow man.

I have the opinion
that life has taught me.

BATES:
But I don't see

why anyone would pay good
money to come and look.

That's because
you're not curious

about how other people live.

No. I'm not.

And if you'd
the chance to see

the private rooms
of the King and Queen,

would you give
sixpence for that?

But what would it tell me?

They sleep in a bed,
they eat at a table.

So do I.

THOMAS:
I suppose I always wonder

whether someone else is having
a better time than I am.

CARSON:
But that's what's
so dangerous.

You think they must be having
a better time.

Then you want them
not to have a better time.

The next thing you know,

there's a guillotine
in Trafalgar Square.

MRS. HUGHES:
Ever the optimist.

I think all these houses should
be open to the public.

What gives them the right
to keep people out?

CARSON:
The law of property,

which is the cornerstone of any
civilization worthy of the name.

Well, to me, it could be
a good thing.

To let them enjoy

fine craftsmanship
and beautiful paintings.

But then, of course,
they're bound to start asking,

"Why have the Crawleys got all
this and I haven't?"

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

I couldn't have put it
better myself.

But why have they,
Mr. Carson?

How is your
job search going, Mr. Barrow?

But why should anyone pay to see
a perfectly ordinary house?

Not everyone lives in a house
like Downton Abbey.

Oh, roll up, roll up!

Visit an actual dining room!

Complete with a real-life
table and chairs!

People have always
tipped the butler

to look round a house.

Even Elizabeth Bennet
wanted to see

what Pemberley
was like inside.

A decision which caused her
a great deal of embarrassment,

if I remember
the novel correctly.

And what about Robert?

He's still very ill.

He's on the mend.

It's been a few weeks now.

Hmm.
And Cora's very competent.

Hmm, yes, she's competent.

Leading a revolution
without turning a hair.

Well, anyway,
it's been agreed.

Downton Abbey will open
to the public for one day.

Dr. Clarkson is
very grateful.

Clarkson was there?

Oh, so he really has weakened.

I prefer to think he has
begun to see sense.

You believe that?

Even after Robert's life
was saved

by a hospital being nearby?

I know you think
that changes things

but as Lord Merton pointed out,

Robert would have been treated
there even after the handover.

Hmm.

How is Lord Merton?

As he always is.

And you?

Are you weakening?

No...

No!

Who was it?

Bertie Pelham.

He's going to be in London
on the 11th

and he wanted to meet up.

Why don't you ask him

to stop in here on his way back
to Northumberland?

If you'd like to.

I would rather.

Is he worth it?

As opposed to your car mechanic?

I'm a car mechanic, thank you.

We're opening the house
that weekend.

He may have some ideas.

Well, I'll ask him.

I should go.

I'm late as it is.

I'll be back tomorrow.

Don't feel you must
look in every day.

You should be working
for your exams.

It can't be long now.

Not too long, no.

Are you nervous?

I should be.

I do know it.

The question is, can I summon
it up when the time comes?

Where are you taking them?

The school.

The headmaster
will oversee it.

Mr. Molesley's settling
the details.

You owe him a great deal.

I know.

But he's enjoyed it, too.

Oh!

This is for Mrs. Patmore.

What is it?

A note to thank her.

I'm grateful.

She already knows that.

It never hurts to say it.

You don't want
to encourage her.

She's too curious
for her own good.

Just give her the note.

Oh?

This is good of you.

You should've let one
of the footmen bring it up.

I wanted to see how you are,
my lord,

and... I thought you might
fancy some of this.

Crumbs-- that looks frightening.

It's a little Chateau
Chasse-Spleen, my lord.

I put it in this
for ease of carriage.

Chasse-Spleen?

Now you're talking.

I believe it was a favorite
of Lord Byron's.

He knew a thing or two
about wine.

And women.

Oh...

But... do you know,
Carson,

I think I'm going to have
to say no.

Really, my lord?

I'm afraid so.

Sometimes in life
sacrifices have to be made

and I think the time
has come for me to accept

that I cannot go on
as I used to.

I am very sorry to hear
you say so, my lord.

Not as sorry as I am.

Speaking of necessary
sacrifices,

I've been thinking
about things, lying here.

We must get on with
simplifying the household.

I know we've talked about it
but we haven't really done much.

Well, the new maids live in the
village and so cost a lot less.

And we only have one groom
and a stable boy.

But we still have
an under butler and two footmen.

In this day and age.

I do believe that Mr. Barrow has
genuinely been looking

for other employment.

But not finding it.

Is there anything
we can do to help?

I'll speak to him, my lord.

What do you think of the plan
to open the house for a day?

I think it's a dangerous
precedent, since you ask,

but I'm not sure how useful
it is of me to say so.

Dangerous?
I think it's idiotic.

It adds up to the same thing,
m'lord.

It's a mistake.

I suppose it's too late
to stop it now.

Oh, far too late.

But what on earth
can we show them

to give them
their money's worth?

Lady Grantham knitting?

(chuckling)

Lady Mary in the bath?

What's this?

Oh, it's addressed to me.

Oh, it's from Mr. Mason.

How did it get there?

I wondered where I put it.

He asked me to give you it.

Well, why didn't you, then?

I couldn't find it.

It must have fallen
in the rubbish by mistake.

Why had it been opened?

Had it?

Whatever happened to that man?

Do you know what
his sentence was?

Ten years, m'lady.

Ten years?

My goodness.

I know.

I'm glad in a way I didn't have

to testify against him now.

Good night, Baxter.

(groggily):
Are you here?

What time is it?

It's late.

Go back to sleep.

I think we ought to ask Mama
to come and see me.

She must be feeling
rather left out.

Her mind is on other things.

She's hoping your operation

will persuade people
over to her side.

I would have died if I'd had
to be taken to York.

But they'd still operate here
in an emergency,

so nothing's changed.

Well, let's not
make it worse.

I'm afraid it must get worse
before it gets better.

What about a fire?

It's a bit indulgent,
but we've earned it.

Not for me.

I'm going to bed.

You're not feeling ill, are you?

Anna, if you're not well,
you must tell me.

We've finished
with this business

of your keeping me in the dark.

I'm not ill exactly...

Have you told Lady Mary?

I didn't like to bother her.

Bother her first thing.

I could tell Dr. Clarkson.

No. You're seeing Dr. Ryder
if you're seeing anybody.

Don't be silly.
We can't afford that.

I can't expect Lady Mary
to keep shelling out.

I'll pay, I have savings.

We're selling a house,
aren't we?

Yes, to buy another house.

Now you're the one being silly;
talk to her tomorrow.

She'll agree with me.

And I'm paying.

I wouldn't mind having breakfast
here sometimes.

Not every day, but sometimes.

I don't think anyone
would object.

How are you
at making coffee?

I can make coffee.

It's not very hard.

Oh, that's where you're wrong.

There's quite an art to it.

You might like to have
a word with Mrs. Patmore.

Of course.

If you'd like me to.

I want to start bringing things
a little more up to standard.

I wonder if we could have the
hall boy to do some polishing.

I don't see why not.

And you might ask one of
the maids about making the bed.

Isn't that good enough,
either?

Oh, it's not bad.

I didn't mean that.

But I do like
those sharp corners.

Well, I'm glad
it's "not bad."

I wish you'd told me before.

I'm sure it's nothing.

What does Bates say?

He wants me to see
Dr. Ryder again.

He wants to pay, but it
seems an extravagance to me.

I'm happy to talk
to Dr. Clarkson.

No, let's go to London.

I'm sure Dr. Clarkson
could manage it,

but I feel like a jaunt.

And stay the night?

With Lady Rosamund.

Pack something
for the evening.

Medium smart.

I'll make some
telephone calls.

I got your message.

What's happened?

I'll ring
for some coffee.

You sound as if you should ring
for some smelling salts.

If you mean
is it serious, it is.

I received a letter this morning
from the Board of Governors.

Go on.

They are going
to combine us with York.

As we knew they must.

CLARKSON:
Indeed.

I am to remain in my post here.

Good.

Mrs. Crawley is to stay on
as our almoner.

Very sensible.

CLARKSON:
But they want to offer

the role of President...
to you.

Me? Why?

Well, you made
a very good impression

when you went into York.

I don't understand.

What about Mama?

Lady Grantham is to be,
and I quote,

"allowed to step down

after so many years
of noble service."

Golly.

They've sacked the Captain.

You can see their point.

How could they have someone

in the management
of the new system

who thinks the whole idea

is a horrible mistake?

And you support
this notion?

Of course he does.

He put your name forward
as her replacement.

Lady Grantham is
not as young as she was

and, as Mrs. Crawley says,

I'm afraid she would be almost
willing the new régime to fail.

Probably.

Besides, I want to involve the
new president in the logistics

of running things.

And she would never have agreed
to take that on.

So, I'm to step into her shoes

and then be given more
responsibility than she had?

We both think you'd be
marvelous.

And who's going to tell her?

They'll write,

as soon as they
hear back from me.

I need to talk to Lord Grantham.

The thing is,

we don't want someone
to come up with another name.

Don't we?

It might be easier all round
if they did.

Good.

I'll see you at 8:00.

Don't tell him it's me.

I want to be the surprise guest.

Oh, you'll think of something.

All right, bye.

So this is the
urgent business

that takes my lady
to London town?

It's not the only thing.

But it is getting serious.

Dinner with Evelyn Napier
at the Criterion?

Doesn't sound
very serious to me.

I used to go
to the Criterion with Michael.

Do you have to put a dampener

on every restaurant
in the capital?

As a matter of fact, I have
very happy memories of it.

Send him my best wishes.

I hope to see him again soon.

EDITH:
Oh Evelyn?

Yes, send him my love, too.

Evelyn or whoever else
might be there.

Why don't you come with me?

It'll be fun.

I dare you.

You haven't been anywhere
in ages.

All right, I'll go and pack.

But we can't be too long.

I want to be sure we're ready
for the opening.

Oh, we've masses of time
for that.

We'll be home tomorrow.

Edith, you can manage for a day
without us, can't you?

I can manage without you
for as long as you want.

Why don't you come with us?

And watch Mary flirt
with her oily driver?

No, thank you.

Can't you be pleased for her?

I'm as pleased for her
as she would be for me.

Barrow, you mustn't let him
wear you out.

Oh, he's all right, m'lady.

Aren't you?

I was cheering him up.

That's not what it looked like.

Do you need
cheering up, Barrow?

We all need it sometimes,
m'lady.

I mean it, George.

You must let Mr. Barrow get on
with his work.

Again, again!

All right, and off we go!

(zooming like a plane)

We're off.

I'm taking Tom.

It's time he had a break.

Oh, I envy you.

I'm so sick of this room,
I could scream.

Barrow was in the gallery,
looking rather glum.

Do we know why?

We've talked about making
changes in the household.

Carson and I both feel
he's the obvious candidate.

You're not going to sack him?

I hope not-- I hope he's going
to find another job.

Oh, I see.

Well, that explains it.

He's awfully sweet with George
and the girls.

You do know that?

And when George is older,
he can ask him back.

Goodbye, darling.

Get some rest.

(scoffs)

Rest?

MARY:
Don't worry, Bates.

We'll have her home soon.

I don't think
there'll be anything

to concern ourselves about.

Anna has an appointment
this evening.

I'll telephone you
after.

Mr. Mead won't mind.

I'm very grateful to you,
m'lady, for arranging it,

but Anna will ask him
to send me the bill.

Dr. Ryder was my idea,
not yours.

And it was a good idea, m'lady.

An idea that has brought us
to within shouting distance

of our greatest happiness.

But I can pay my way

and I'd be more comfortable
to do so.

Very well.

We won't fight about it.

Will you miss me?

I miss you when you're out
of sight, never mind London.

I'm glad to hear it,
Mr. Bates.

I won't let them send him
the bill.

That's not kind.

His pride is more
important to him

than the money.

Thank you, Mr. Branson.

CARSON:
Mr. Barrow,

in 20 years' time, I doubt
there's one footman

working at Downton.

Lady Edith already manages
without her own maid

and if Anna were to leave,

I doubt that Lady Mary
would replace her.

It's not just you.

But I am the first.

But you are the under butler,
a post that is fragrant

with memories of a lost world.

No one is sorrier

to say it than I am,

but you are not
a creature of today.

And you are?

I don't believe that a house
like Downton could be run

without a butler.

In that sense, yes, I am.

(knocking, door opens)

Oh, you're busy.

No, no.

We're finished,
Mrs. Hughes.

Or at least one of us is.

Good day, Mr. Carson.

(door closes)

(sighs)

I thought we might have our
dinner at the cottage tonight.

If you like.

Perhaps you could get some
guidance from Mrs. Patmore?

It doesn't have to be
anything very complicated.

Doesn't it?

That's a relief.

DAWES:
I'll give you the date

as soon as I have it.

Right. I'm quite excited.

How mad is that?

Can Mrs. Patmore spare Daisy
for the day?

For it will be
the whole day.

There are six
separate papers.

Oh, they'll spare her.

Everyone there thinks she's
taking the right step,

especially her ladyship.

I hope they appreciate
your role in all this.

You've been very kind.

Well, I think it's because
I missed the boat

that I feel it's so important
for others to catch it.

Mr. Molesley,

I've had an idea.

What would you say
to helping me out?

What?

I'm not necessarily suggesting
you might teach.

I need a clearer idea
of what you know.

But I like your respect
for education.

I like your enthusiasm,

and I want to harness it
if I can.

Uh... I don't know
what to say.

I...

First you can decide

if you'd sit a test
of my own devising,

of general knowledge
as much as anything.

Well, uh...

This is kind of you, Mama,
but as you can see,

I'm miles better.

I assumed it was a good sign

that I hadn't been summoned
in haste.

Anyway, I'm here

and I'm glad of the chance
to talk about this mad scheme

of opening the house.

It's all fixed, Mama.

By Mary.

Well, why anyone would come
beats me,

but, since it is,

should I cut a ribbon, you know,
when the doors are flung open?

Er, well...

As president
of the hospital,

I ought to have a formal role.

That is why

we are raising funds.

I don't believe we need
a ceremony.

The doors will
be open from 9:00.

Who'd want to get here
for then?

Well, it wouldn't kill me.

No, but it might kill us.

Oh, well, let me know
what you decide.

The patients are
my priority.

As president, I am their
representative on earth.

I have a feeling your collapse

will have changed a lot
of people's minds

about the so-called reforms.

Don't worry.

I shall be magnanimous
in victory.

CARSON:
Is everything ready

for tonight?

I think so.

You're not expecting
a banquet, are you?

I'm expecting
a delicious dinner

prepared by the fair hands
of my beautiful wife.

There's a threat
in there somewhere.

BAXTER:
I don't understand.

He wants you to sit the exam
as well as Daisy?

Oh, no, not to Matric.

He wants to assess
my general knowledge.

With a view to...?

He wasn't very specific.

I would guess he didn't
want to make a promise

he might have to break.

Are you going
to take the test?

If Mr. Carson gives me
the time off.

What have I got to lose?

We'll meet upstairs
after our dinner.

My room or yours?

ANDY:
I don't mind.

Mine, then.

The lighting's better.

(clears her throat)

You're back.

I thought I was going
to have to dress myself.

I am so sorry, m'lady,
only I could not get a bus.

Never mind.

What did he say?

It's fine.

Standard pregnancy pain.

Something to do
with the ligament,

but don't ask me what.

I won't.

He gave me exercises
and suggested a warm towel

if it lingers, but it's just
the body adjusting.

I don't think ligaments
were invented

when I was having
Master George.

Master George does
make me laugh.

He rules Mr. Barrow
with a rod of iron.

Yes, Barrow's rather sweet
with the children.

Do you think he's trying to get
in with us?

I'd say he's genuine,
m'lady.

I doubt he'll have any
children of his own and...

he enjoys their company.

Miss Marigold's fitted in
surprisingly well.

Yes, but then they're all...

They're all what?

They're all clever and pleasant.

What were you going to say?

Just what I did say, m'lady.

Now, has Mr. Talbot found out
you're coming tonight?

No.

I suppose I should have jumped
out of a cake.

But then you'd have to wait for
the pudding before you saw him.

I must give Clarkson an answer
soon or Mama will find out

in some other way,
before the letter arrives.

This is a secret, Baxter.

Of course.

Will that be all?

Yes, thank you.

(door closes)

That was high risk.

Not really.

She won't talk.

Anyway, it'll be public soon.

I suppose you want to accept?

I do.

But not if it will upset you.

Mama's the one who'll be upset
when she's deposed.

Although the fact you're
the usurper

who's stolen her throne
will clearly make it worse.

But if that wasn't an element?

I only worry
if it's too much for you.

It sounds as if Clarkson
almost wants you to work there.

So?

I've had one career already,
bringing up my daughters.

They don't need me now,

so I'm ready
for the next.

The girls still need you.

But anyway, isn't it time
for a rest?

You're not like Isobel.

In what way?

I only mean
you don't need a job.

I don't think she needs a job.

I think she wants a job.

She enjoys it.

So would I.

I'm not old, Robert.

I didn't say you were.

Didn't you?

(door opens and closes)

(gentle piano music)

If Anna says she doesn't know
anything, I'm sure she doesn't.

Why must there be
something to know?

If I find out you knew
and didn't tell me,

I'd be terribly upset.

I'd see it as
a real betrayal.

Don't say that.

So you are in on it.

Welcome.

MARY:
Evelyn.

My hand is complete.

Darling.

Heavens!

We are quite a party.

Do you know
Lady Anne Acland?
Hello.

Mrs. Dupper
and Mrs. McVeigh?

Anne and I shared a governess

and Jill and I came out
together.

Oh, small world.

And you know
Henry Talbot.

Yes.
And I think you met
Charlie Rogers,

up at Brancaster.

MARY:
We've met again
since then.

This is Mary's brother-in-law,
Tom Branson.

Hello.

You're over here.

I shall read lots into
your wanting to be a surprise.

Am I right?

A table of singletons
at our age, well done.

Single now, we are
all war widows.

I am not a war widow.

Good to see you again,
Mr. Rogers.

You, too.

Although I haven't been
allowed to forget you.

Henry talks of nothing
and nobody else.

I didn't think he knew
enough about me for that.

Tell me, are you pleased with
your progress this season?

I certainly am.

We're both driving

at Brooklands on the ninth
of the next month.

In the car you tested
in Yorkshire?

Exactly.

See?

We'll get you interested yet.

No, you won't.

BRANSON:
Well, you've
got me interested.

Would you want to come, Tom?

I don't get down
to London much.

Well, you're here
tonight.

Why not come specially?

You can watch it in the pits
with the rest of the team.

Yes, I think you'd enjoy it.

I know I'd enjoy it.

Mary?

Tom, you should go
if you like.

HENRY:
And what about you?

Well, I don't keep my diary
in my head.

Ask me nearer the time.

(others chuckling)

How are we doing?

Ah, what is it?

Um, Glenvere smoked salmon,

from last night's
upstairs dinner.

Ah.

Lemon?

I don't believe it.

What?

Mrs. Patmore gave me two lemons

and I left them
on the kitchen table.

I'll tell you what would be
nice with this.

Some horseradish, thinned
with a little soured cream.

I agree.

That would be heavenly.

Except we don't have any.

Ah.

What are we drinking with it?

The thing is,
I don't think we should drink.

Not if his lordship feels
obliged to give it up.

But his lordship is
suffering from a burst ulcer.

We're not.

I know, I know.

But somehow it feels disloyal.

He is my officer and I
should follow his lead.

And it won't make you grumpy?

I don't think so.

What's next?

Duck.

Oh? Is the skin crispy like
Mrs. Patmore does it?

Did you ask her advice?

We certainly talked
about what it's like

to cook dinner for you.

Ah, I bet she had a lot to say.

We both did.

(dishes clatter)

HENRY:
Well, good night then.

Shall I get us a taxi?

Well, it's such a lovely night,
why don't I walk you back?

Where are you based?

We're staying with my aunt
in Belgrave Square.

Perfect.

What do you say?

I think it'd be nice.

Except I have a lot
of reading to do,

so I might just go
straight back.

Only if you're sure, Tom.

I'm sure.

Well, he'd better be sure.

Well, I hope
we meet again.

Perhaps at Brooklands.

You'd have a good time.

It's really quite swanky
these days.

How enchanting you
make it sound.

Goodbye, Evelyn.

You're a darling.

Shall we?

HENRY:
I hope you will come south
next month.

Partly to watch me driving,
of course,

but mainly
so that I can see you.

And I know you're not
interested in racing.

It's not only that.

I don't know why I haven't
told you before now,

but... Matthew died
in a car crash.

Yes, I know.

Evelyn told me.

So you understand.

Of course I understand.

The car is your enemy.

But, it's my friend,

and all I ask is that
you give it a second chance.

After all, it's not as if you're
driving around in a hansom cab.

(thunder)

Excellent.

Um, in here!

(chuckling)

Hmm...

Mmm...

Heavens, Mr. Talbot.

Is this part of your plan
to convince me?

Look, you don't have to
if you don't want to.

Plenty of drivers' wives never
go near the race track.

Wives?

(laughing)

I only meant that
if we do get involved

it doesn't have to be
part of the plan.

It's not compulsory.

But you'd like me there
to watch?

Yes, but only
so I can be near you.

Henry, to be honest,
this is moving much faster

than I'd imagined.

Look, I know I'm not
what you're after.

My prospects are
modest at best

and you, well...
you're a great catch.

But you're also

a woman that I happen to be
falling in love with.

Gosh, that sounds
rather feeble, doesn't it?

No, not at all.

As an argument, I think
it's rather compelling.

Thank you.

It doesn't show any signs
of stopping.

No.

Should we run for it?

Well, you're the boss.

Come on... careful!

(door opens)

Were you caught in the rain?

Not too badly.

We dashed for cover until it
slackened off a bit.

How romantic.

Why are you playing Cupid?

He's nice, he's mad about you
and he loves cars.

I rest my case.

I don't see how it would work.

Why?

He'll have to settle down
eventually,

go into some sort of business.

Why couldn't he do it
from Downton?

I know...
He won't be
as rich as you.

He won't be as rich
as your child.

But he's a gentleman.

And if I say that,
it must be true.

Would you like a drink?

Just a tiny glass
of whiskey and water.

When does Edith's beau arrive?

Friday.

Just in time to interfere
with the opening.

I liked him when we met.

He seemed a decent sort.

But boring to an Olympic degree.

If Edith's happy, it improves
things for everyone.

She's so stupid to have saddled
herself with a child.

I mean, Marigold's sweet

but why would any man want
to take her on?

Ha!

I thought you'd
forgotten me.

Thank God I've found you.

The car wouldn't start.

So I had to get Stark to do it.

I'm glad I don't have to walk
the whole length of the drive.

- Hop in.
- I will.

But first...

That feels... so nice
and automatic.

Which is good?

It is for me.

I hope you don't mind my taking
a chance, but I got your letter

and I wanted to discuss it.

This is Miss Cruikshank.

She's engaged to Larry.

Yes, I saw it in the papers.

I know I've rather
pushed in,

but I did so want
to meet you.

Does your fiancé know
you're here?

I gather you and he haven't
exactly seen eye to eye

in the past.

Not exactly, no.

As you can imagine,
I was amazed and very pleased

when she asked if she could join
me to pay a call.

You mustn't blame him.

It was completely my idea.

Mmm, well, life is full
of surprises.

I know you and Larry rather
got off on the wrong foot.

That's one way of describing it.

Well, please know, not all
of Lord Merton's family

feel the same way.

Goodness.

After that, I don't know
if I can concentrate

on business.

I wondered if old Lady Grantham
had received the letter yet.

Not that I've heard of.

Although Dr. Clarkson
has told them

that Cora is happy to serve.

Only we're coming to the house
opening on Saturday

to support it.

Well, don't say anything
if you see her.

I hate things like this.

We'll all come off very badly
when she does find out.

I'm afraid that's probably true.

Hmm.

It's odd to think you'll be
sitting side by side,

writing exams.

Well, my paper won't be anything
like as long as Daisy's.

She's got six to do.

Thanks.

I admire you, Daisy.

To give yourself
a second chance.

When the time comes,
Daisy'll need some lunch.

Maybe I will, as well.

Well, I thought of that.

I'll do lunch
for Mr. Dawes, too.

You could ask Mr. Mason
to join you on the day.

He'd enjoy that.

Don't bother him,
not when he's got

so much work to do.

I'll tell him as soon
as we have a date,

to see if he'd like to look in.

DAISY:
I don't understand

why you can't just
leave him alone.

Daisy?

That's not very gracious.

Well, I don't!

ANNA:
It's nerves.

She's worked long enough
for this moment.

It's partially nerves, yes.

But I don't think
it's all nerves.

And I will write a note
to Mr. Mason.

This is nice.

Now we can go down together.

Less nervous-making.

Absolutely.

But I was going to look

into the night nursery
first.

Well, can I come?

Of course.

Good evening, nanny.

This is Mr. Pelham.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening.

My lady, could you be here
while I just run down

to the sewing room?

Of course.

This is Mary's son, George,

and my late sister Sybil's
daughter, Sybbie.

And this is Marigold.

God bless you, Marigold.

What a lovely place this is
to grow up.

I hope so.

I'm an experienced housemaid

and a housekeeper
for how many years?

And he doesn't think
I can make a bed!

Well, you always knew he was old
to be trained as a husband.

MASON:
Good evening.

What are you doing here?

I thought I'd look in.

What's that for?

I brought these to say
thank you to Mrs. Patmore.

You've already said thank you.

That's very nice of you,
Mr. Mason.

Why bother?

Have you seen the kitchen
gardens here?

There's enough vegetables
to feed an army.

You need 'em more than we do.

Oh, never mind her,
Mr. Mason.

I think it's a lovely thing,

to have fresh farm
vegetables just for me.

I'll make soup and stock
and all sorts.

Well...

I'll leave you to it.

You've probably thought of this
but I'd place someone,

maybe a servant, in each room
the public will enter.

Just to keep an eye on things.

Literally.

I think that's a good idea.

CORA:
Carson, can you sort it out?

Of course, my lady.

I understand it's only
the ground floor?

Not too much of that.

They'll start
in the small library,

then through the big library,
into the painted room,

the drawing room, the smoking
room, the great hall,

in and out of the dining room
and back outside.

Rope off across the staircases
and the back wing.

Who are the guides?

Do we need guides?

Can't they just have a look

and leave it at that?

I don't think so.

Not if you want them
to go away happy,

and leave behind
what's not theirs.

Who knows about the history
of the house?

EDITH:
Only our librarian,

Mr. Pattinson, but he's away.

You'll have to fake it.

Lady Mary, Edith, Mr. Branson...

Not me. I don't know a thing.

I'll sell tickets but that's it.

Well, then, Lady Grantham,

you and your daughters

can take parties
of ten each,

with no more than 30
in the house at any one time.

Crikey.
CORA:
Heavens.

I feel like the Belgians
waiting for the invasion.

Or the monkeys in a zoo.

Hmm.

Do you all know your positions?

Are we allowed to sit,
Mr. Carson?

The place will be open
for nine hours.

Find an inconspicuous chair
in the corner,

but keep a sharp eye out

and stand if any member
of the family comes in.

What about the upstairs
luncheon?

Sandwiches
in her ladyship's room.

We'll set up two
of the tea tables.

Mr. Molesley, you can serve

and your place in the hall
will be taken by Daisy.

And look respectable.

Right.

(softly):
Do you know where
my walking stick is?

I thought I might equip myself
with it for tomorrow.

In case you catch
a thief red-handed?

You never know.

But it's not at the cottage.

And I wonder if it might have
got left behind in my wardrobe.

Mmm.

He knows a lot
about everything.

The trouble is,
I think he does.

Did you enjoy
our London spree?

I did.

Have you decided if you're
coming to Brooklands?

I will if you will.

I know I won't
enjoy it one bit,

but at the same time...

You'd like to see him again.
It's not that.

I could see him
for a walk in the park.

No, I suppose I want
to get over it.

To get over myself.

He asked me if I'd give cars
another chance.

Perhaps I should.

Who is this flexible
and reasonable person?

I don't recognize
my own dear sister Mary.

Could this be love?

Oh, shut up.

(chuckles)

He seems nice...
and he's certainly organized.

Tom was quite jealous.

But what are his prospects?

An agent,
stuck up in Northumberland?

Managing someone else's estate?

What are Edith's prospects?

Oh, I don't know.

With her magazine, I think
she could develop

into one of the interesting
women of the day.

Ten years ago, that very
idea would have filled you

with horror.

I've changed, you've changed,
the world's changed.

He is a gentleman.

You can't object to him
on that score.

If she loves him, I don't
object to him on any score.

But I don't think we should
encourage it.

She took him to see Marigold,
but she didn't tell him why.

Nor should she.

She must eventually.

Let her make that decision
for herself.

Now you need some sleep before
your hideous day tomorrow.

(groans)

Andrew?

What were you doing
in Mr. Barrow's room?

We were...
I was borrowing a book.

What book? Where is it?

I left it there.

I'll get it in the morning.

Good night, Mr. Carson.

Andrew, Andrew, place
the table here, please.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

(lively chatter)

WOMAN:
Don't run, don't run!

BERTIE:
I'm sorry for the wait.

Can you form
parties of ten?

We've been here since 9:00.

You are
in the next group.

CORA:
No, the third Earl built it.

Well, he didn't really build it
so much as envelop it,

because this room is
originally medieval.

It was the monks' refectory
of an Abbey

that King Henry sold after the
Dissolution of the Monasteries.

Is that why it's called
Downton Abbey?

I guess so.

Who painted that?

I'm not sure.

But this...

This is a Reynolds,
so that is worth looking at.

That's quite good, too.

Tell us about
these people.

Oh, well...

they were all rather marvelous
and sort of living that life.

It's not very cozy,
is it?

Isn't it?

It is cozy at night,

with the lamps and the fire.

What about the architect?

Sir Charles Barry?

Yes, he built
the Houses of Parliament,

or at least he finished them,
and, you know,

he built lots
of lovely big buildings.

MARY:
No, that's him.

I think.

Or his son.

Or it might be his father.

Who's the little girl?

Ah, the little girl
is a little boy,

but who I could not say.

Ah, Granny,
thank God you're here.

What else could I tell them
about the library?

The library was assembled
by the fourth Earl.

He loved books.

What else did he collect?

Horses and women.

(laughter)

Where's your mother?

She's in the Great Hall.

Thank you!

Excuse me, please.

Why are those shields
on the chimneypiece blank?

Do you know I've never really
noticed that before.

Isn't that strange?

I haven't a clue is the answer.

VIOLET:
Cora!

Excuse me.

Did you know when I was
last here?

Mama, I think maybe we should...

Did you know when I was
last here?!

(sighs)

(softly):
And you let me babble on
about my victory?

Have you told Robert?

Mama, you of all people don't
want to bore our visi...

Just be quiet!

Excuse me...

Are you all right?

I was going to see if her
ladyship needs anything.

She needs a glass of water
and a fan.

If you'd heard what I heard...

(laughing)

What is it?

I've had a letter.

From Coyle.

What?

He wants me to visit him
in prison.

Well, don't even answer it.

Ignore it completely.

Throw it on the fire.

Mr. Molesley, there's no one
on duty in the library!

Right away, Mr. Carson.

Uh...

Daisy, can you relieve me?

I ought to get the tables
upstairs.

What about the sandwiches?

I'll take them up when I've
got the tables organized.

The tablecloths!

Oh.

You wouldn't believe
what happened up there.

In front of everyone.

Oh? Try me.

My son's wife, whom I have
treated like a daughter.

Too like.

That she should connive
at my humiliation,

should revel as I am cast
into the dust...

Steady the buffs.

Cora doesn't control this,
any more than you.

You've had different opinions

but neither of you
made it happen.

If only Mr. Chamberlain
had spoken...

He was never going
to say a word.

The truth is, Mama,
officialdom doesn't care

what we think anymore.

Our influence is finished.

You can say that!

You, whose very life
has been saved.

You know dealing with
emergencies won't be affected.

Do be logical.

I am sick and tired of logic!

If I could choose between
principle and logic,

I'd take principle every time!

Just tell Cora I do not
wish to see her face

until I'm used to having
a traitor in the family!

Oh...

Why is she in such a tizzy?

Well, you know mothers.

They get terribly wrought up
about things.

My mum does.

There you are.

Mine does too.

May I ask
what you're doing here?

I come to see your house.

With my mum and dad.

Do they know where you are?

No.

Why is it so big,
your house?

I'm not sure, really.

It's the way they used
to manage things.

Well, why not buy
somewhere comfy?

You must have enough money.

Maybe.

But you know how it is...

you like what you're used to.

Why are you in here?

Wouldn't you like to know!

Cheeky rascal!

Let him go.

No harm done.

Are you sure, m'lord?

Shouldn't we shake out
his pockets?

I don't think so.

He was more of a philosopher
than a thief.

So your house is finished?

Finished, and ready
to receive my guests.

And who'll run it day-to-day?

My niece.

My sister's girl.

She's agreed, so I'm all set.

Oh, and how will you attract
the visitors?

Put an advertisement
in the papers.

But how will they get
in touch?

How d'you think?

I've installed a telephone
in the house.

Your own telephone?

My, my.

You're blazing a trail now.

Have you found anyone
to hit with that yet?

If I had my way, I'd hit
the lot of them.

But it's going all right?

(sighs)

Well, it seems so.

Mr. Carson, can I have a word?

Certainly.

I'll leave you to it.

It's something or nothing.

Only I'm a bit worried
about Andy.

Now it may be innocent.

I'm not saying I'm infallible.

But he's young
and you ought to know...

MERTON:
Lady Grantham!

How nice.

This is my soon-to-be
daughter-in-law,

Miss Cruikshank.

She was curious to see
the Abbey,

so I brought her here with me
today to support the opening.

And I've already taken her
to meet Mrs. Crawley.

What does your fiancé say
to that?

Forgive me, but I think there's
been a misunderstanding.

Larry isn't Mrs. Crawley's
enemy.

No? He gives a marvelous
impression of it.

Please tell Mrs. Crawley when
you see her that I'm her friend.

I would never want
to stand in her way.

And nor will Larry.

I promise.

Not while I'm around.

Oh, this is very interesting.

Oh, interesting
and encouraging.

Yes, I'll leave it at
"interesting" for now.

Good day to you both.

(sniffs)

Mama, can I speak to you?

No, you may not.

Is dinner finished?

It is.

They've had coffee taken up
to her ladyship's bedroom,

so they don't want us there.

Ooh... what a day!

I hope you've thrown away
that letter.

No, not yet.

I think you should.

I don't know.

I have to think.

THOMAS:
Think about what?

Nothing that would interest you.

You don't know what might
interest me.

Well, that's rather what I want
to talk about, Mr. Barrow.

Do... do you want us to leave
you to it, Mr. Carson?

If you wouldn't mind.

I hope you're not planning
to hit me with that.

No, but I will not beat about
the bush either, Mr. Barrow.

Someone has reported
that you seem to have

a private understanding
with Andrew.

Not this again.

I might not have given it
much mind,

but I was upstairs
last night quite late

and I saw him leave
your room.

Mr. Carson, how long do
I have to work in this house

before I am given any credit?

That is all very well,
but we are talking

about a vulnerable
young man

and I must look
to his welfare.

Yes, and if I were
to give you my word of honor

that nothing took place of which
you would disapprove?

If I could just be sure.

So my word is still
not good enough, Mr. Carson,

after so many years?

I only wish it were.

Golly, Moses.

You astound me!

And all from the sale
of tickets?

It's a great deal
of money.

I don't suppose we could open
the house on a regular basis?

For charity, you mean?

No, for us.

Well, the house costs
a ton of money to run

and, at the moment,
it doesn't raise a penny

towards washing its own face.

Tell me you're not being
serious, Tom.

To charge money so people can
come and snoop around our home?

What a revolting
suggestion!

EDITH:
It is rather

a frightful idea.
All right.

But there may come a day
when we simply can't ignore

such a large source of income
at our fingertips.

Hopefully when I am dust.

Still, Tom and Isobel
were right.

People are curious about
what it's like to live here.

Which is sad in a way.

Why?

Because it means our way of life

is something strange,
something to queue up

and buy a ticket to see,

a museum exhibit,

a fat lady in the circus.

MARY:
Trust you to cast a pall of doom

over our successful day.

I had a visitor,

a child who'd escaped
his mother.

He thought we were mad
to live here

when we could be so "comfy"
in a normal house.

Oh, I refuse to listen.

Downton Abbey is where
the Crawleys belong.

CORA:
I hope we'll stay
as long as we can.

But I suppose we all realize
it may not last forever.

Oh, this is weakling talk.

Thankfully George and I
are made of sterner stuff

than the lot of you.

That, I'm sure, is quite true.

And we are not going anywhere.

(crying)