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(birds chirping)

Tell me the worst, Billy.

I'm afraid Mr. Rogers beat you

by three-and-a-half seconds, Mr. Talbot.

Take it like a man, Henry.

Can I help it if I'm your superior?

(chuckles)

Do you want a drink?

Why not?

See you there.

Thanks, Billy.

Well, this is very nice.

What is?

Mary's beau, Henry Talbot,

has invited us all to watch him drive

at Brooklands next week.

He's just sucking up.

Mama won't ever let you go.

I don't see why not.

Because you're still convalescing.

I only want to watch the race,

not drive in it.

It's still a long way

when it won't last much more than ten minutes.

He told me he's inviting Bertie Pelham.

Oh.

What about you, Mary?

I think I've talked myself into it,

although I'm sure I'll be sorry.

Just think.

It's finished and open for business.

You are the owner of a bed and breakfast hotel.

What were you having done?

I turned a bedroom into a bathroom

and I've installed an inside privy.

Think of that.

It leaves me two bedrooms to let

and one for my niece to run it.

Which is yours when the time comes.

When the time comes.

All you need now are some clients,

and that'll happen soon enough.

How's life with the newlyweds?

Fine.

Only Mr. Carson wants to dine at the cottage again.

There's no need to sound so gloomy.

I can rustle up something.

Whatever you do rustle up, I won't cook it right

or the plates will be cold

or the dressing will be wrong.

Does he appreciate all you do?

Does any man?

Ooh, Daisy!

Mr. Dawes has been given a date

by the examining board.

Blimey, when is it?

The 20th.

Oh my God!

I will thank you not to take the name of the Lord in vain.

I hope it's not in vain.

I need all the help I can get.

VIOLET: Do you enjoy weddings?

ISOBEL: Yes, but I'm not going to that one.

I'd feel like the wicked fairy

at the christening of Sleeping Beauty.

Why would Larry Grey want you to be there?

I mean, you of all people.

I'm sure he doesn't.

Dickie must have persuaded them to ask me.

I doubt that.

He wouldn't want to subject you to more insults.

Well who, then?

I'd say this is the work of Miss Cruikshank.

She's the one always making

a show of friendship.

Why don't I pay a call on her,

see if I can winkle out the truth?

I'm sorry I showed it to you now.

Oh, don't be, don't be.

Are things going well in my former kingdom?

Cora is settling in.

I know it must feel awkward.

Oh, no.

I am yesterday, she is tomorrow.

That's the way it is.

You must be feeling very hurt.

The fact is-- I might as well be honest--

I am angry

at the way I've been treated.

I don't blame you.

While angry, I say things

some people find hard to forgive.

So I have decided to go away.

I'd rather vent my rage

on the desert air

and return when I've regained control of my tongue.

Your self-knowledge is an example to us all.

You don't think I'm wrong.

I'd say the last thing you need

at this stage in your life is to quarrel with your son

and daughter-in-law.

Precisely.

But don't fear,

I'll call on Miss Cruikshank before I leave.

I suspect she's quite a tough nut.

And I'm quite a tough nutcracker.

ANDY: How's Mr. Mason getting on?

I'm always ready if he needs any help.

I'm going down there this afternoon,

so I'll tell him you said so.

I am trying to find a position,

Mr. Carson, honestly.

I don't say you're not,

but it doesn't seem quite fair on his lordship

to string it out.

Does that mean I'm sacked?

It means I shall be pleased when we learn the identity

of your next employer, Mr. Barrow.

We'd stay with Rosamund, drive to the track, have lunch,

see some racing, and come home the following day.

CORA: It's so unnecessary

in your state.

But I'm not in a state.

Unless it's a state of boredom.

Please let me.

CORA: It's not my decision.

If you mean that,

then we're going.

Edith?

Oh, I'm in if Bertie's coming.

It's a long way for him.

EDITH: Maybe there's something else

for him to do in London.

MARY: Isn't it enough that

it's a chance to see you?

Would it annoy you if it were?

I'm sorry if Mr. Carson

spoke harshly just now.

He doesn't mean to be unkind,

but it worries him when a plan is delayed.

The plan being my departure.

You just haven't found the right person yet,

Mr. Barrow.

But I'm sure there are friends out there waiting for you,

and a new job in a new house may help you to find them.

But you see, Mrs. Hughes,

this is the first place I've found

where I've laid down some roots.

I'm terribly sorry, Lady Grantham.

No one told me you were coming,

and I'm afraid Lord Merton is out.

It's you I've come to see.

How flattering.

May I offer you anything?

Only your attention.

Shall I sit here?

Now, Mrs. Crawley tells me that you paid her a visit

when you first came.

That you were amazingly friendly.

Well, I hope I'm always friendly.

Nobody's always friendly.

And now you have invited her to your wedding,

which has taken her by surprise.

You mean Larry and Mrs. Crawley

have not seen eye to eye in the past.

Larry Grey has spoken to Mrs. Crawley

in a manner that, in any other century,

would have resulted in him being called out and shot.

I can't believe it was as bad as that.

Then you are misinformed.

But I want to know this:

why encourage Mrs. Crawley

when your fiancé detests the mere idea of her?

I still dispute that.

But I would say that Larry had perhaps

not quite thought matters through.

Meaning?

Only that his father is old and alone and in need of...

In need of care?

Which you are not prepared to give.

I would have said a companion.

Which you are not prepared to be.

And what of this house?

Will you surrender it to be free of him?

She won't want to live at Cavenham

after Lord Merton's death.

It would be lonely for a woman like her.

But by heaven,

I bet it won't be too lonely for a woman like you.

I expect they'll have to drag you out

as you break your fingernails, catching at the door case!

So there we have it.

You want a free nurse

to take a tiresome old man off your hands.

You're a cool little miss, aren't you?

I'd feel sorry for Larry

if I didn't dislike him so much.

I shall forget you said that.

But you should go now.

Much more and we may feel awkward

when we meet,

which we are bound to do.

I think not, Miss Cruikshank.

Not if I see you first.

As you may have gathered,

the family will be away for three days next week.

So if any of you feel you're owed some time off,

perhaps you could take it then.

But clear it with me first.

I've put in the advertisement.

It'll be out in the morning.

So now you just have to be patient.

CARSON: What's this?

Mrs. Patmore is ready

for her first visitors to the guest house.

That was quick.

Yeah, just what I said.

I've got butterflies.

Oh, don't be silly.

I'll go over to check it all when they're in London.

Oh, I'll come with you if you like.

Everyone has something to do on the free days.

Except me.

We know what you've got to do, Mr. Barrow.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

(door opens)

Well, if that doesn't just take the biscuit.

Are you going to tell me or not?

She's only decided to up sticks and set sail

for the south of France.

When?

The family are in London

next week for the racing, so she wants to leave

while they're away.

She can't do that.

No?

Well, perhaps you'd pop up and tell her.

Save me packing.

What happens to you?

What do you think?

I go with her.

(laughing)

Oh, I don't know.

Strolling along the Croisette, dining in Saint Juan-les-Pins.

It's a burden I can bear.

What about me?

You stay here, sticking in stamps.

So she's going to sneak off

while they're away from home?

My lady doesn't sneak, thank you very much.

If there's any sneaking to be done,

I'll leave it to you.

(bell rings)

Oh, must go.

So much to do.

It's a nuisance, but I can't help it.

Two dinners, neither very grand,

and clothes for Brooklands.

Very good, m'lady.

I'm sorry if you're not keen.

I am.

I just worry about getting Mr. Talbot's hopes up.

I'm curious about the fellow.

Listen, I like him a lot,

but I don't believe a professional driver

with very little to look forward to will make her happy.

Sybil, maybe,

but not Mary.

But that's the whole point.

What's he got that fascinates Mary

when poor old Tony's rolling acres

and glistening coronet didn't?

You'll say sex appeal, but isn't Mary too sensible?

We have a very contrary daughter.

Anyway, I've never been motor racing.

Mr. Talbot will fix it.

You can help with the picnic,

but you'll have to take the train.

There won't be any room in the cars.

Mr. Bates is looking forward to it.

I wish I was.

You don't have to go, you know.

I think I do.

It's part of him, and I must get used to it.

That sounds serious.

I suppose you don't approve.

It's not for me to say, m'lady.

But do you approve?

Mr. Talbot seems a nice gentleman.

I'm just not sure his life and your life fit together.

I don't mean to offend you, m'lady.

I'm not offended.

I'm troubled because I understand what you mean.

They do say that opposites attract.

Yes, they attract.

But do they live happily ever after?

(sighs)

I think I'll go up in a minute.

How do you revise if he's testing your general knowledge?

Surely you'll either know it or you won't.

I just feel I have to do something.

Is it so important to you?

It's important I don't feel a fool.

You're not a fool.

I'm the fool.

Why do you say that?

Because I still can't decide

what to do about Coyle.

I don't know why not.

Maybe if I'd given evidence in court,

but that never happened.

And as her ladyship said,

the story feels unfinished.

You sound as if you're going.

I need to be sure he has no power over me anymore.

Will you tell me when you decide?

(chickens clucking)

MASON: When Daisy said you'd like to help,

I wondered if you could bring the books up to date a bit.

Or tackle some of the heavy stuff?

Oh, there's nothing I can't do until we separate the piglets.

But I've got to get on top of the figures.

When can you come?

I'm busy just now, as it happens.

Oh well.

Let me know when you can get away.

You're leaving now?

Today?

I'll spend tonight in London,

then I'll sail on the S.S. Paris

from Southampton tomorrow.

We'll cruise round the Mediterranean,

then I'm staying with the Broughams in Cannes.

They keep asking me.

Surrounded by foreigners.

My reason for traveling

is to make myself eager to come home.

A month among the French should manage it.

Won't Robert be hurt?

Oh!

Not as hurt as he would be

if he knew why I was going.

Now, can you give this to him when they get home?

What if they want to contact you while you're away?

Well, I've written to Tom,

told him how to reach me.

He's the most sensible.

Oh...

By the way, I called on Miss Cruikshank.

And was she behind that odd invitation?

The fact is, she wants you to take Dickie off her hands

and out of her hair.

I'd say your choice is harder now than before.

When we talked,

you didn't want to come between a father and his sons.

Well, what's changed?

Well, now you must decide whether to abandon him

to his selfish and greedy children.

I mean, is that kind or right?

Well, it's still a tug of war I have no wish to be part of.

Well, my guess is

when you take delivery from Miss Amelia,

you'll be lucky

if you see a Christmas card.

Can you be ready by tomorrow night?

Oh, it's just one couple.

Well, the house has been beautifully finished,

no doubt about that.

But there's a lot to think about.

You don't offer dinner, do you?

No, if they need dinner, they can go to the pub.

But I would like to make a thing of my breakfasts.

I want a reputation for them.

You'll manage that easily enough.

I'm here again tomorrow,

but should I come back on Thursday morning?

The family will still be in London,

and Daisy could easily do the servants' hall breakfast.

I've no objection.

Now, dinner with Mr. Carson.

Why not tomorrow night when they're away?

I suppose we could eat at a normal time for once.

Ah, well, you could and you couldn't.

Because I've had an idea.

Hello, stranger.

I'm not really here.

I'm racing at Brooklands tomorrow

and I thought I'd pop in and see what's new.

Not much.

Oh, although we have had an offer today

and I was going to ask you what you thought.

Her name is Miss Cassandra Jones.

She thinks we ought to have an advice column.

With her dispensing it?

Yes.

But I must say, her samples are quite funny.

"Your husband is losing interest?

Well, here's step one: take a look in the mirror."

What are you proposing?

We'll invent some problems, she can write the answers,

then we'll see how the public likes it.

There's nothing new in an agony column, of course,

but they're very popular in America,

which means they're due a revival here.

Should we interview her?

No, let's leave it until we decide to go forward.

I think it's worth a try.

I've never seen motor racing close up.

My sister's new boyfriend drives.

Why not come?

I'm not sure I should.

Well, I'm your employer,

so if I think it's all right, then it must be.

You can meet my family.

If you're strong enough.

(laughter)

Looking round the table,

I wonder if we ought to have opened Grantham House.

I feel rather guilty. Oh, don't.

I know what a palaver it is.

Moreso now there's no real staff.

Almost everyone we know is selling their London house,

but I suppose that's not for me to say.

I went past the site of Devonshire House on my way home.

There's something vast going up in its place.

(doorbell rings)

Flats and offices and salerooms.

People don't want vast palaces anymore,

even if they can afford them.

They were fun, though.

In my youth, all the great hostesses

used to have luncheon laid for 20 every day.

Then if you turned up in time,

you just sat down to a lovely feed.

(laughing)

(door opens)

I'm so sorry, Lady Rosamund.

I thought dinner would be finished.

And so it should be.

We'll go through.

Unless the boys prefer to stay

and talk racing cars.

I think I'd rather join the ladies.

Like Lord Byron.

Mm.

Well done, Tom, for rounding them all up.

I'm very grateful. Don't be.

I'm as keen as you are.

It's a bit obvious,

dropping in uninvited after dinner.

I hope it is obvious.

Obvious that I want to be part of this family.

Don't I have a say in the matter?

I want to surround you with people murmuring,

"Isn't he divine?"

Or "You'd be mad to let him go."

Suppose they say, "I shouldn't have thought a racing driver

was your sort of thing at all."

They don't have to say that; you've already said it.

(laughs)

I'm afraid there's a list as long as your arm

of people who are coming tomorrow.

Mm.

Just give me the list and I'll sort it out.

Did you mind my inviting your family without telling you?

I'm here, aren't I?

Let's get some coffee.

Are you prepared for your exams?

I've done as much as I'm able.

No one can say more.

I confess I wasn't always sure about it,

but now you've got there, well done.

I wish you every good fortune.

I wonder where she'll go from here?

Doesn't Gwen's visit show us that in the new century,

anything is possible?

What about you, Mr. Molesley?

Are you ready?

I think so.

Ready as I'll ever be.

I'll walk down with some lunch for you and Daisy and Mr. Dawes.

Oh, you don't have to do.

I'd like to.

I'll give you a hand.

Mr. Barrow, what are you doing

with your free time tomorrow?

Scanning the jobs column,

Mrs. Hughes.

What else?

There, that's got it.

I think you're all set.

It's a good car.

Clearly we need you on the team, Tom.

Don't tempt me, Henry.

(laughing)

Who's this?

Laura Edmunds, my editor.

Laura, this is Tom Branson, my brother-in-law,

and the man of the hour, Mr. Henry Talbot.

HENRY: Hello.

My sister Mary, and these are my parents,

but you can sort them out in your own time.

How nice to meet you at last.

Lord Grantham.

Lady Grantham.

This is Charlie Rogers.

He drives on Henry's team.

CHARLIE: "Henry's team," is it?

When I beat him into a cocked hat every time?

Oh, he's just showing off.

I'm faster, I'm younger, and I'm better.

But not at driving.

(laughs)

I wish there was something more I could do to be useful.

Oh, just cheer, Tom.

(laughs): I don't have to be asked.

MARY: I don't know why I'm doing this.

I can't even swallow.

It's all terribly swank, not a bit what we're used to.

No?

No, normally it's an oil-stained sandwich

and a bottle of pop.

Well, I'm glad to think

we've wrought an improvement.

Thank you.

My train sat in a tunnel for an hour.

Anyway, I'm here now.

Come and meet Miss Edmunds.

Is it hard to be a woman editor?

Fleet Street sounds

so very tough.

It's hard to be a woman anything

if it isn't domestic,

but I do my best.

I think it's courageous and good.

CORA: Heavens!

Papa's conversion

to the modern world is almost complete.

EDITH: Don't be deceived.

He'd still like to see us happy wives and mothers.

Admit it.

That's not fair.

Even leopards can change some of their spots.

Quite.

Now, there's still some food.

I'm glad no one seems unhappy that Lady Edith hired a woman.

You're a big improvement on the last editor,

that's for sure.

And you're not the only one around here

who has broken a few barriers.

I started my life at Downton Abbey as the chauffeur.

I think we're being summoned.

The cars are in place, we should go.

Right behind you.

You'll stay there if I have my way.

I can't begin to tell you what it means to me

that you came today.

I hope so, because my digestive system has packed up completely.

I'm going to be fine.

Mary, you must credit me with some skill.

Now, when I pass you,

I expect to see you cheer and wave.

Does praying count?

CHARLIE: Henry!

Coming!

Now, that should keep my spirits up.

I'll see you in a minute.

COMMENTATOR: So you'll see that the drivers all start the race

standing in a line opposite their machines

and sprint across the track

when the starter waves his green flag.

If you haven't seen it before,

it's quite a spectacle, I can tell you.

Each of the drivers has his car lined up ready for the start.

We're just waiting for the last chap

to get into position at the moment.

Here he comes, it's Henry Talbot driving car number 14,

a Bentley Blue Label two-seater.

Good luck, Charlie.

Good luck, old boy.

COMMENTATOR: Now any moment,

the flag will fall and the race will begin.

(crowd cheering)

(engines revving)

COMMENTATOR: Just listen to the roar of those engines,

ladies and gentlemen.

And they're off!

There they go, tearing down the straight

and jostling for first position

as they head for the first bend into the trees.

(engines roaring)

Here they come!

Come on, Talbot!

I don't think you can shout that.

Isn't Talbot the name of a car?

Well, I can't shout, "Come on, Henry!"

They might all be called Henry.

Oh my God, here they are.

Come on!

CORA: When will it be over?

Not soon-- they go round and round.

Yes, come on!

God bless you, come on!

What's the point?

What do they get out of it?

What do you think?

Speed!

(laughing)

MR. DAWES: This is kind of you, Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, I meant to bring some lemonade,

but I left it on the kitchen table.

I could kick myself.

Is this what you mean?

Oh, that was kind of you, Mr. Barrow, thank you.

How were the exams?

Did you do well?

We can't know the answer to that, can we, Mr. Dawes?

You'll find out soon enough,

but Daisy will have to wait awhile.

I'm not finished yet.

I've got three more papers after lunch.

Was it harder than you thought?

See for yourself.

What about number two?

It knocked me for a loop, I can tell you.

(laughing)

What does it say?

Read it out, Andy.

I'll read it.

Why? What's the matter?

"Tsar...

"Nic-holas...

Ca..."

Here, give it here.

"Tsar Nicholas the First called Turkey

"'The Sick Man of Europe.'

"What were the causes of Turkey's illness

"and what measure was the Russian tsar

prescribing for its recovery?"

I can't read, Mr. Molesley.

At least Mr. Barrow has been trying

to teach me to read, but I'm too stupid to learn.

Don't say that.

So there we have it.

I'm a fool who knows nothing.

I am nothing.

COMMENTATOR: The race is going to hot up now

because the lead car,

car number six driven by Sir Patrick Axford,

has withdrawn with what looks like radiator trouble.

And oh dear, it looks like Sir Patrick

has blown a gasket too!

(tires squealing)

Here they come again!

God, but don't you envy them?

No, I don't! Nor me.

Clearly we're going to have to keep an eye on Tom.

But there is something gallant and daring in it.

Even I can see that.

Andy, maybe I can help if you'd like me to?

That's very kind.

What do you say, Andy?

I've tried and tried with Mr. Barrow,

and I don't seem to be able to break through.

I'm too stupid.

Will you stop saying that?

You're not stupid.

And I promise you, I can soon have you

reading for pleasure if you'll just come

two or three times a week after school closes.

Could you manage that?

That's the best time for me.

It won't take long, you'll see.

And we can go on with...

Actually, Mr. Barrow,

it might be better if you step back now.

You've been very generous,

but I wouldn't want to confuse Andy with different methods.

No, of course not.

Well, I hate to cut this short,

but Daisy's still got a lot of work to do

and she better get started.

Do you need any help?

I can manage.

MRS. PATMORE: Well, good luck, Daisy.

ANDY: Yes, good luck.

Funny when the house is empty above decks and below.

All the more reason for us to be vigilant.

Let's sit down.

Oh, I don't know...

Oh, just for a moment.

There.

That's nice, isn't it?

They don't live badly, you have to concede.

They live as they're supposed to live.

It has its burdens and its benefits.

Better than a life of just burden.

I hope you're ready for tonight.

For once, we can eat when civilized people eat,

so don't be late back.

Are you sure you know how to cook it?

Don't you worry.

I've been through every detail with Mrs. Patmore.

Hello?

What have we here?

Can anyone join in?

No, Mr. Barrow.

They cannot.

COMMENTATOR: And it's shaping up

to be a tight battle for the winner's laurels.

But what's this?

Oliver Corville's number eight Bentley

is slowing down.

Yes, it's pulled in at the side of the track.

Looks like steering trouble.

And there goes Rogers!

Charlie Rogers has taken the lead!

And now look! Henry Talbot in car number 14

is going to try to snatch that lead away from him.

He's already overturned the Viper,

now here he comes again.

Talbot, attacking from the inside

and challenging for the lead.

I don't think Rogers' machine has the power to fight him off!

Goodness me, that machine must be topping 90 by now.

He's gradually eating up the track

and moving ahead of the number ten Bentley.

I hope he knows there's a corner coming up!

So now it's Talbot in the lead

as they head towards the last bend for the grandstand.

Oh dear, I think he's rather muffed his gear change

because look, Rogers is coming back at him.

Would you believe it, he's going to take back the lead!

What a stunning piece of driving by Charles Rogers.

And here they come again, it's the two Bentleys,

and they fly neck and neck past the grandstand.

Come on, you Bentley Boys!

(cheering)

Chin up.

It won't be long now.

Really?

It feels as if we're trapped

in some witch's curse for all eternity.

(loud crash)

(crowd gasping)

Stay here.

Bertie, come with me!

Of course!

No, it's no good, I can't stay.

You're not going anywhere.

I must go to her.

No, no, no, Anna, not in your condition.

Never mind, I have to go.

Can you follow her, please?

Of course.

Get him out of there!

Charlie!

Come on!

Can anyone see?

Out of the way!

Get him out!

Charlie!

Henry, it's too late!

Henry, get back!

Henry!

Charlie! Charlie!

He's gone, Henry!

No!

Charlie!

It's too late!

Charlie!

Henry!

He's gone.

You have to help him!

Charlie!

MARY: Let me pass!

I know him, let me pass!

You can't say that.

We don't know it's him.

Oh my god.

Oh my god!

I need help here!

Who is it?

Can we find out who it is?

Tom, Bertie, who is it?

I'm afraid it's Charlie Rogers.

He was my friend.

My best friend, really,

if that phrase didn't sound like

it was something from a Rider Haggard novel.

I keep asking myself if I encouraged him.

(gently): Of course you encouraged him.

And he encouraged you.

Yes, but I was so stupid.

I...

I needled him and I teased him.

I pushed him.

And he did the same.

And if you'd have died instead of him, he'd be here

asking exactly the same questions.

Yes, but I didn't die and he did.

Sorry, I'm...

Sorry.

We're going now.

Aunt Rosamund doesn't want to cancel dinner tonight.

She thinks we should all be together on a day like today.

(laughs)

I can't.

I have to deal with Charlie's family.

Of course.

I wasn't thinking.

Tell her thank you.

And Mary, I...

No.

Let's not do any of that stuff now.

MRS. PATMORE: Go on, then.

Put us out of our misery.

Did he pass or not?

Mr. Molesley.

I'd be very glad

if you would join the teaching staff at the village school.

Oh, I'll be!

How very good of you to come up tonight to tell me.

Does that mean you're going to be a teacher now

and not a servant?

DAISY: So when will you be leaving?

MR. DAWES: Give him a moment.

There's a lot to be settled.

Of course there is.

I'm impressed, Mr. Molesley.

There are Oxford and Cambridge graduates

who know far less than you do.

You should be proud.

Good night.

Mr. Dawes...

Thank you very much.

Well done, Mr. Molesley.

It'll be you next.

I doubt it, but thanks.

MRS. PATMORE: We should celebrate.

Come into the kitchen while I get the dinner going.

There's a bottle of wine there, and Mr. Carson wouldn't mind.

Is that the end of service for you?

Service is ending for most of us, Daisy.

I've just got a head start.

Will you miss it?

Well, let's face it,

I were never going to make butler.

Well, not in a proper house like this one.

And from now on, there's going to be

more and more people chasing fewer and fewer jobs.

So it's probably time,

and this seems like a good way to go.

Well, I'm glad.

You deserve it.

I never think I deserve anything.

Perhaps I've been wrong all along.

Are you coming, Mr. Barrow?

In a minute.

You go ahead.

MRS. PATMORE: Do you like red wine?

Here you are, Daisy.

There you are, have a glass of wine.

DAISY: Congratulations.

But how did you do it?

I must have stumbled

and fallen over in the wrong way.

Mrs. Patmore put on a bandage,

but I'll go to the doctor in the morning

if it's no better.

How are you going to cook?

I can't cook.

I can't lift.

But it's not difficult.

I'll talk you through it, don't worry.

You mean...

I'm going to cook?

It's very straightforward.

Now, get the chicken in the oven right away.

Then peel the potatoes and prepare the cauliflower.

Oh, and put a kettle on to boil.

You should find bread and an onion

for the bread sauce.

Butter and milk are in the meat safe outside.

ROSAMUND: I assume that none of us are going to eat anything else?

One talks of risk and danger and it sounds like fun.

But, of course,

the reality behind it is sudden death.

MARY: Sudden, stupid,

wasteful death.

It was a bloody awful business.

A bloody, bloody awful business.

The English language never lets you down.

Oh, shut up!

Shall we go through?

(phone ringing)

You're going to bed.

Me too.

The rest of you can talk into the small hours.

(ringing continues)

Should I say goodbye?

Not yet.

Come in to the drawing room for a drink.

Henry's on the telephone.

Tell him to ring tomorrow.

I think you should speak to him.

MARY: You should try to sleep.

I found that I had to hear your voice first.

The truth is,

I won't sleep until I know where we're headed.

Henry...

Please, let's not do this now.

Think of Charlie, not us.

Hear me out.

Charlie would have.

Because his death

has made me realize

we don't have a minute to waste, you and I.

This is my carpe diem moment.

I must seize the day.

No.

What do you mean?

I'm sorry, I wouldn't have said this now,

but today has made me realize something, too.

We're not meant to be together, Henry.

We're not right.

I can...

Don't start saying you'll give up racing.

I don't want you to give up anything.

Except me.

I can't give you up.

Please.

I wish you nothing but good.

I want you to have a long and happy life.

Just not with me.

Mary, please don't do this.

I must.

Good night, Henry.

I wish you wouldn't.

Do you know the worst thing?

When they said it was Charlie

and not Henry who was dead, I was glad.

Think of that: I was glad.

You're not seeing straight.

Today brought up Matthew's death and all the rest of it.

You're in a black mist.

It's not what I want!

You're frightened of being hurt again.

But let me tell you this:

you will be hurt again, and so will I,

because being hurt is part of being alive.

But that is no reason to give up on the man who's right for you.

I'm sorry I'm a bit behind.

(panting)

The potatoes may have caught.

Never mind.

Uh, how's the cauliflower?

Oh, God.

Oh!

Oh, while you're there, put in the apple crumble.

Bottom oven.

Mm.

I think it's been a good day.

The funny thing is, I quite enjoyed it in the end.

And I'm glad it's turned out well for Mr. Molesley.

And Andy.

I think that'll turn out well and all.

I suppose so.

Even if he only wants to read

to learn more about farming from Mr. Mason.

And if he does?

You must share, Daisy.

Love isn't finite.

If Mr. Mason makes new friends,

it doesn't mean he has any less love for you.

Doesn't it?

I've never had much that was my own, you know.

Well, you've found the love of a father there

and you can count on him.

Just as you can count on me.

Now, run along and I'll finish this.

This crumble's good.

My mother's was always a bit soggy.

(snoring)

(loud clattering)

Crumble...

Oh!

Is that it now?

Are we done?

Just put the things in to soak.

Make sure you cover the pots with water.

You don't have to do the washing up till tomorrow

if you don't want to.

You won't be better by the morning?

Oh, not for that.

We could ask Billy to come over,

but he's got his own work to do.

You don't mind, do you?

(sighs)

No.

I don't mind.

I expect you're glad to get to bed.

I know I am.

What is it?

I just wondered if I was right--

that you're to be congratulated.

It's a bit early to shout about it, but yes.

I'm happy for you.

It's good to think of a new life coming.

Especially on a day like this.

Well, good night.

Look at you, stretched out like a pasha.

A creature of leisure.

Early night for me.

He went to bed when he left the dining room.

Not for me.

She's very shaken.

By the crash?

Because of the crash,

and she's broken up with Mr. Talbot.

I wouldn't have thought it was the right night

to make that sort of decision.

She says she's sure.

Do you think she's right?

I don't know.

Probably.

Then there's no more to be said.

(clock chiming)

I'm afraid I've got to go.

You've been such a help.

It's odd, isn't it?

We witnessed a tragedy today,

but sitting here with your arm around me,

I can't remember feeling so comfortable.

When you say things like that, you make me so happy.

If it isn't wrong to feel happy on a day like this.

I don't believe it's ever wrong

to feel happy and confident in someone else's company.

Do I really make you feel those things?

It's not a trap.

Today has been sad and wretched,

and having you here has helped me face it.

That's all.

The thing is, I'd like to be trapped.

And...

Well, I'd better just say it.

I want to marry you.

Oh.

You're not offended?

Offended?

Why would I be offended?

I'm thrilled.

I'm delighted.

I'm just rather surprised.

Why? You know I'm mad about you.

I don't ever think I'm the sort of girl

men are mad about.

Then you're wrong, because I am.

I know I've not got much to offer

and your father is probably hoping

for more than a penniless land agent,

but if love is allowed to weigh in the balance,

I've got plenty of that.

I must ask you something.

Would you let me bring Marigold with me?

Marigold?

Your family's ward?

You see, I'm much fonder of her than anyone else

and I'd hate to leave her behind.

If she means that much to you.

Of course, I hope we'll have children of our own

before close of play.

Oh, absolutely, I'd like that, too.

Does that mean you accept?

Not quite.

I'll have to think about it.

I'm sorry to be a killjoy, but I must.

Be my guest.

I'm not going to marry anyone else.

Not until after you've broken my heart, anyway.

I'll go.

Kiss me first.

And I promise I won't keep you waiting too long.

Let's see what you make of that.

Now I must be off, but my niece Lucy is in the kitchen.

She'll see to everything.

Thank you.

Thank you.

ROBERT: Hello, Carson.

Mrs. Crawley is in the library, m'lord.

She's been here for some time.

Why?

She didn't say, m'lady,

but she seems eager to see you all.

Also, Mr. Spratt rang

to ask when you'd be arriving from London.

Mr. Spratt?

The Dowager Countess's butler.

Oh, that Mr. Spratt.

What did he want?

Again, no explanation was proffered.

Curiouser and curiouser.

Isobel, I hope we haven't kept you waiting for hours.

Not at all, it's entirely my fault.

I got here far too early.

How was it?

Perfectly terrible, as it happens,

but let's not go into that now.

Oh, I am sorry.

And to be quite honest, I feel rather awkward.

Why? What is it?

I've a letter from Cousin Violet.

Why didn't she bring it herself?

Because she's gone away.

EDITH: Gone away?

Where?

She is on board The Paris,

headed for the Mediterranean.

This is me, isn't it?

I've done it.

She's furious with me.

I don't see the point in bringing any of that up now.

What does it say in the letter?

Nothing much.

She needs a change of air

and Spratt is bringing a present by way of goodbye.

That's why he rang.

Mr. Spratt has arrived, m'lord.

Oh, show him in.

Well, that is, he's in the servants' hall

with a present for your lordship

and he doesn't want to bring it up here.

What is going on?

He may be right, m'lord.

Let's go down and see what it is.

If you wish.

But it all seems very rum to me.

What is it?

What's the surprise?

You'll soon see, m'lord, but I think it's a good one.

Good day, m'lord.

Spratt, what is this great secret

you're about to reveal?

Her ladyship chose her herself, m'lord.

She was most particular.

Oh!

Hello, little one!

Oh!

Oh!

Now, what are we going to call you, eh?

Hello!

Oh, I know! Teo!

I thought we always had names from Ancient Egypt.

Teo was a wife of Amenhotep II

and the mother of Tuthmosis IV.

Don't you know anything?

She's not exactly trained yet, m'lord.

That's why we decided against bringing her up to the library.

Oh, I don't care about that.

You're coming upstairs with me.

(laughing)

Tom, what about this, eh?

He does love his dogs.

How were your guests this morning?

Was everything satisfactory?

Oh, very.

He was a doctor, Mrs. Hughes.

Imagine that.

So I don't think I could have started better.

Even if I did work harder over their breakfast

than anything I've done since Lady Rose got married.

Oh, talking of which,

has Mr. Carson survived his ordeal from last night?

Put it this way: he has discovered a new respect

for the role of cook and bottle-washer,

so I think he'll be giving less trouble in the future.

(laughing)

What's so funny?

Oh, just life, Mr. Carson.

Just life.