All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E07.Episode.7.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(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.