Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 6, Episode 5 - Episode #6.5 - full transcript

Shall I help? Well, you can.

You know what these are, don't you?
No.

Pig boards. They control the pigs.

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

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

but no, he's a good man.

And I hear pigs are his speciality.

No wonder you were convinced.

So now that you've settled in, have you
decided what your next task will be?

You haven't done much about the repair shop
while I was away, so I'll start with that.

I had an idea to put it on the edge of
the estate with access to the village.



For passing trade?

Why not?

Is Papa ready for that?

Hmm. You must be gentle with him.

When does Mr Mason move in?

His equipment's already there.

And the Drewes leave on Wednesday,
so there's no point in waiting.

And what about his old farm?

Mr Henderson's taken over the land.

He's going to move his uncle into
the house, much good may it do him.

Nay. There's no need for bitterness
now.

Things have worked out well.

You're right.
Oh, I tell you what.

Why don't we go over on the day? We'll
take a picnic tea and lend him a hand.



I could come, too. Another pair of
hands.

And very welcome, I have no doubt.

Good news?

Oh, it's just a friend who's going
to be in London.

He wants to meet up. He?

It's nothing like that.

It's Bertie Pelham, the agent from
Brancaster Castle.

I remember him. He shot with us.

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

The Dowager Countess.

Hello, Granny. What are you doing
here?

My dear. I am in need of a favour.

Is Cora about?

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

Oh, good.

Why don't I like the sound of that?

I'll leave you.

The Minister of Health is paying us
a visit.

Mr Chamberlain? I don't think so.

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

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

Seems very sensible. And I want him
to come here.

I want him to listen to our arguments
against the York Hospital's plans.

Mama, what is the point?

Don't be jejune. You know very well,

one word from Westminster and the
scheme would be abandoned.

But why would he say the word, and
why would he ever come to Downton?

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

Guess who was her godfather.

You guess for me.

Your late papa, the sixth Earl of
Grantham.

He and her father served in the
Crimea together when they were young.

I have known her since she was born.

I admit I am quite interested, but
when it comes to getting him here,

I would say you have no more chance
than a cat in hell without claws.

We'll see.

Mr Carson has suggested we might
have dinner in our cottage tonight,

so I thought I'd ask your advice.

Oh, is this going to be a regular
thing?

I don't think so. Once in a while.

Well, there's pate left over and
some chops.

I'll make up a basket.
Would you?

Oh, that would be so kind.

When did you last cook?

I've done the odd thing...

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

Don't be like that. It's not my
idea.

But it might be nice.

Mrs Patmore's just jealous.

I'm sure she's not.

But I would be grateful for the
basket.

Well, maybe I am.

I nearly forgot. That chap, Henry...

Talbot? Exactly.

Yes, he telephoned while you were
out.

He's going to be in Yorkshire on
Wednesday

to look at a car and he wants you to
watch him doing it.

Hmm. To watch him looking at a car?

Well, not quite. He's driving it
round some track nearby.

At Catterick. Testing it.

Seeing how it handles.

I could take you, if you like.
Would you?

Well, I'd like to see it.

How about you? I'll be in London on
Wednesday.

Edith has a date.

No, I don't. Of course not.

What do you mean, "Of course not"?

Doctor Clarkson seems to be coming
round.

Isobel's bringing him for a drink
tonight with Dickie Merton.

So that's why Mama paid her visit.

When? What did she want?

Neville Chamberlain is coming north.

She wants him to dine here, so she
can convince him to support her.

If he's on a tour, it'll be far too
late to alter his schedule.

That's what I said, but she seems to
think she can persuade him.

Is it wrong to hope she's mistaken?

Anything interesting?

It's Sergeant Willis saying he'll collect
me on Wednesday at nine, to go to York.

For the trial.

Would you like me to come, too?

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

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

What trial?

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

I want to go along, keep her
company.

I think you should. Mr Carson will
understand.

I'm only a character witness.

Character witnesses can make all the
difference.

Why do they want you to testify?

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

I knew him once.

Will your words affect the outcome?

Possibly. You must think about it
carefully.

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

Where were you? Oh, I'm sorry, Mr
Barrow.

It was only coffee for the family,
so I thought Andy could manage.

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

I'm going into the village in a
while. Do you want to come?

Thanks, but no, thanks.

I thought you needed some things.

Nothing urgent.

Right. Is that it?

Er... Yes.

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

Well, it's very good to be here, but
it's only about the row, I'm afraid.

Oh, never mind that.

We've brought Doctor Clarkson with us
because there's something that you,

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

Do I detect that you're changing
sides?

Er, maybe.

Have you told my mother?

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

Oh, that reminds me. I have a
message from her.

She says that the Health Minister is
happy to dine here this Friday.

What? How did she manage that?

She must have found a way to
blackmail him.

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

If she's convinced him to come here,
she can make him condemn the scheme.

Well, she mustn't.

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

Aye, aye, Captain.

Is Mr Barrow getting on your nerves?

Only earlier, you seemed to -
No, it's not that.

He only means to be friendly.

I know. And he was good to me when I
first arrived.

So, what is it, then?

Well...

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

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

We both know Mr Barrow pretty well.

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

I'm not sure that's fair.

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

I bear him no ill will, mind.

We are what we are.

Isn't that the truth?

My compliments to the chef.

Who is Mrs Patmore, not me.

What was Mr Molesley asking?

Er, he wants to accompany Miss Baxter
into York on Wednesday morning.

Apparently, you've said she can go.

I have, yes.

Will you let him? I don't see why
not.

What's it for? Sergeant Willis needs
her help.

Sergeant Willis again?

Do other butlers have to contend with
the police arriving every ten minutes?

Not often.

Now, are you ready?

Hmm.

Are... Are these done enough?

Yes.

Shall I fetch the vegetables?

This plate's cold, which is a pity.

Ah, what's this?

What do you think?

Bubble and squeak.

As a vegetable with lamb?

I like it with lamb.

Well, we mustn't let it get cold.

This knife could do with sharpening.

All settled in for the night?

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

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

What's happened now? She says Doctor
Clarkson has only planned

to throw her over for Mrs Crawley.

She's seen it coming. What do you
mean?

He doesn't want to support her
ladyship any more.

What cheek!

Don't go working yourself up.

Who does he think he is?

Jumped up little saw-bones!

I should steer clear.

No doubt.

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

On this or any other subject.

I'll wish you good night.

When's your train?

Nine. Is this another magazine
crisis?

No. But I am interviewing possible
editors.

Women?

Women. Well, I approve. Good luck
with that.

But then, who's the date with?
It's not a date.

It's just a friend, as I keep
saying.

What are you up to today? Haven't
you got some plan with a racing car?

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

Then we'll go over to Catterick
after lunch.

I want to look in on Mason before we
do.

He's moving in today. As long as the
pigs are settled.

You joke, but I am concerned.

I've asked him to take over, but
pig-keeping needs physical strength,

now I think of it. You're right, of
course.

They're strong and can be dangerous.

Ask him if he's up to it.

I think I must. A day of racing cars
and pigs.

Who could better that?

Who's dining at home this time?
Nobody.

It's to welcome Daisy's Mr Mason.

He's moving in today.

Wish him well from me.

And I hope he gets more fun out of
his hamper than Mr Carson did.

Why? What was the matter with it?

Nothing was the matter with it.

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

Oh, I think the correct
response is to say "Men!" and sigh.

What's this?

Don't mind us.

How can I help? Miss Baxter is
expecting me?

Daisy, run and fetch her.

Look after Miss Baxter, Sergeant.

She's in a very frail frame of mind.
I'll do me best.

But we're after catching a nasty fish
and he's bound to thresh about a bit.

And we'll get caught in the spray?

Good luck, love.

If we put the gate here, you'd be on a
lane that links with the main road.

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

Why don't we put the repair shed
there?

King's Barrow is a working farm.

There isn't a spare farmyard half as
accessible as here.

We ought to look at the costs.

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

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

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

Is it serious?

He's attractive and nice,

and it's good to remember I'm a
youngish woman again.

But that's all.

Youngish?

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

Was Mr Matthew Crawley so very
special in that way?

Matthew was the heir to the earldom
and estate.

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

Or richer.

It may surprise you, but I agree
it's important to be balanced,

that one should not be far stronger
than the other.

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

Is that how you felt about Sybil?

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

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

but that wasn't true for us.

We were evenly matched, Sybil and I.

She was strong in her beliefs, so
was I.

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

I think we see that now.

The family, I mean.

Not at first, you're right.

But now.

Good day to you. Good day?

A wonder you've got the nerve to
speak to me.

I beg your pardon? Throwing over my
lady,

when she's been running this village
since you were eating

porridge in the glen with your
mummy.

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

Because you can't.

Tell me, what would you call it?
Gratitude?

Because I'd call it treason.

Would you? Well, I call it impertinence,
to a degree that is not acceptable.

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

Well, you look very chirpy.

Oh, I think we'll have fun.

Besides, I've had some news.

They've nearly finished the work on
my house.

Oh, that was quick. Was it?

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

Now you just have to find some
customers.

But it's exciting, isn't it?

Did you hear? That he changed his
plea? Yes.

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

I expect when he heard that you turned
up, he must've known it was pointless.

So I've been spared.

How do you feel?

In one way, I feel relieved, of
course.

The newspapers won't find me and
there'll be no repercussions.

But?
I suppose I'd worked myself up

into facing him across courtroom,
this man who ruined my life,

and now it feels a bit
anticlimactic.

Yeah.

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

No, thank you.

We should leave. Sergeant Willis is
fetching the car.

It does me good to see a friendly
woman bustling about a kitchen.

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

You're an angel of mercy.

Are we interrupting?

Not a bit of it, m'lady.

You're very welcome here.

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

Daisy can tell you where to find our
office.

Daisy will be a great help to me.

We wanted to discuss the pigs.

Shall we go outside? We can talk
here, m'lady.

There's nothing private about it.

Very well.

Of course, I understand you have a
lot of experience.

A great deal.

I'm top at pigs.

But Lady Mary is a little worried
about the physical side of it.

Prising a boar off a sow or taking
the piglets from their mother.

Is this because I'm older than I
was?

Of course, you may have already
chosen a farm hand to help you.

We've discussed it, Mr Mason and I.

He'll give me warning when there's
any chance of a bit of strong arm

and I'll walk down from the house.

So you'll be there for the servicing,
and the separating and the rest of it?

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

It's not every day. That's very good
of you, Andrew.

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

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

Oh, I see. Well, good.

That seems to settle it.

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

We hope you'll be very happy here.
Thank you.

Well, I do want to train.

I do want to learn.

It were no word of a lie.

Why does Lord Hexham spend so much
time in Tangier?

I suppose he likes it there.

If I had Brancaster Castle, I'm not
sure I'd ever want to leave.

I agree.

He's not really a country type.

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

He doesn't hunt or shoot?

Hardly. He paints.

What does he paint?

The young men of Tangier, mainly.

You know, scenes of local life.

And he's never wanted to marry?

I wouldn't quite say that.

It's always been sort of understood
that he and his cousin,

Adela Graham, will marry eventually.

Understood by whom?

By the two sets of parents.

How romantic.

But you like him?

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

I'd hate to leave Brancaster

and I'm very fond of Cousin Peter,
even if he isn't a countryman.

He hasn't a nasty bone in his body.

What are we doing this evening?

Have I got your evening, too?

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

Then we can go somewhere else. You
choose.

What a racy plan.

Not as racy as all that, worse luck.

But I'd like your opinion.

And you shall have it.

Charlie's going to beat him again.
It infuriates him.

Mr Rogers is a good driver.

I know, but they take such risks.

I hate it. I just hate it.

There's no such thing as slow motor
racing.

Even so.

And there's no such thing as safe
love.

Real love means giving someone the
power to hurt you.

Which I won't concede easily.

She went well.

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

I think I started after you.

You're a bad loser!

Well? How fast.

That is the general idea.

It looks like she handles well.

Will you take her to Brooklands?

Brooklands and other tracks.

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

Well, she must be good to beat me.

If you did. Oh, I did and I will
again.

Then we must celebrate.

Well, there's a pub at Catterick.

Not for me, I'm afraid. I have to go
home.

Oh. Let's go anyway.

Okay. Just let me get changed.

Help him to enjoy it.

You don't have to marry him, but you
do have to let him enjoy this moment.

You're not nervous? Because I would
be.

No. I'm looking forward to it.

We'll make a pig man of you yet.

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

Books? On pig breeding and care.

You need to know the theory of it.

You'll be glad of the knowledge.

It makes the work more logical.

Well, then.

Thank you, we'll be in touch.

How many more? Just one.

Miss Edmunds.

Send her in.

If you'd like to go in now.

Please sit down.

I've been reading about your many
achievements.

Oh, I see you were born in '92.

I know I might seem too young to be
an editor, but I do have experience.

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

Er, have you seen a copy of our
latest edition?

I produced it, actually.

Our editor had left, so it was down
to me and the rest of the office,

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

But then are you sure you need me?

Oh, I am. But I have at least proved
you're old enough to be an editor.

Because I was.

1892 seems a million years ago now.

Another time, another age.

That might be worth exploring.

Victorian babies grown into modern
women.

And the price they've paid.

Oh. Thank you, Audrey.

Mmm, this is something like it.

I think you'll do well here.

So do I.

And you know what I wish? That our
Daisy would live here.

You can still work at the big house,
but make a home with me.

I don't know. What is it?

A 20-minute walk? What's that?

I'll have to think about it.

I wouldn't have to think long. This
place is like heaven to me.

You never set foot off a pavement
for 18 years,

and now it's all harvests and pig
farming.

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

Very true. These are the books I
spoke of.

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

but, er, they'll give you a
grounding.

If you're serious. I am.

Now, what else can I give you?
Another cup of tea, why not?

Don't mind if I do.

I'm afraid Mummy, and Daddy, and
Aunt Edith are all away,

so you must make do with Granny and
Donk.

Is Granny Violet a Red Indian?

Why on earth do you say that?

Nanny said she was on the war path.

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

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

Chamberlain's office rang to confirm
that he is dining here on Friday.

I wish he weren't.

But you'll line up the opposition?

Certainly. I already have.

What a nuisance it is.

Mama is not a good loser.

She's had so little experience.

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

Robert, for 30 years, I've striven
to let your mother have her own way

but this is too important.

I appreciate that her motives are
honourable,

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

Oh.

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

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

She can obviously get Chamberlain to
do whatever she wants,

though heaven knows why.

What's this?

That's the Sphinx, darling. In
Egypt.

What? The Sphinx.

A creature of secrets that she never
reveals.

Rather like Granny Violet.

What time will you get there, on
Friday?

Well, not much before eight.

I want to be in possession of the room
by the time Mr Chamberlain arrives.

Oh, dear!

Bad news?

Oh, dear...

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

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

Of course, m'lady.

You're quite agitated.

Denker has disgraced herself.

Well, how distressing for you.

It's not that so much.

It means I shall have to find a new
maid.

Yes, I see. A real punishment.

M'lady?

Is it true you called Doctor
Clarkson a traitor?

What? Surely not? Denker?

I just thought he'd behaved very
badly towards your ladyship.

It is not your place even to have
opinions of my acquaintance.

Let alone express them.

He can't claim your friendship now?
Not when he's turned against you!

If I withdrew my friendship from
everyone who had spoken ill of me,

my address book would be empty.

Yes, but surely...

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

You've read too many novels, Denker.
You've seen too many moving pictures.

I was sticking up for you.

And for that, I will write a tepid
character,

which may enable you to find
employment elsewhere.

But from this house, you must go,
forthwith.

But m'lady...

You may stay tonight, but you must
go tomorrow.

Go!

Are you sure? I can't believe Doctor Clarkson
could wish her to lose her position.

Then he shouldn't have sent it.

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

Sorry about that. There was rather a
queue.

It's popular. That's a good sign.

Oh, you don't know the place?

You'll laugh at me, but I've hardly
ever been in a public house.

Matthew wasn't really a pub man and
Papa goes into the Grantham Arms

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

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

Consider me warned.

So the car's a success?

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

You must have a go sometime.

I hope that's a real offer.

You know, I didn't realise you were
so keen, Tom. Blast!

You could have driven her today.

You know I came to Downton as a
chauffeur?

Oh, Mary told me.

But then, not every chauffeur has a
real love of cars.

That's true enough.

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

Evelyn Napier.

Oh, how is he? He's well.

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

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

La Belle Dame sans Merci.

What does that mean?

It means Lady Mary knows what she's
about.

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

I'd love that.

You are funny. What do you mean?

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

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

Why can't you just say, "I'd love to
spend more time with you,

"when can we do it?"

You see? He may have assimilated in
some ways,

but he still fights playing by the
rules.

What are those?

Oh! I didn't hear you come in.

Mr Mason's lent me some books on
pig-rearing and farming, generally.

I'm going to help with the pigs.

Oh, I see.

Which will you start with?

The red one, I think.

The "red one." Who's it by?

FJ Connell.

Does that mean anything to you?

Not a lot.

This must be the most sophisticated
room I've ever been in.

The taste is all Michael's.

He was very artistic and very
clever.

So, are you going to live here?

I think I'll live here more.

I'd like a life away from Downton.

Because you like London?

Well, the house, the estate,

they're all Mary's now, more than
Papa realises.

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

not just dawdle in Mary's wake.

When do you go home this time?

Tomorrow. My work is done here.

I've found my new editor and we've
got a government minister

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

That's very swanky.

Is your father political? Not at
all.

It's my grandmother who's invited
him.

How impressive!

She is rather.

Shall we go?

I love the Cafe de Paris.

How did you know to choose it?

I knew we'd love the same things.

God, what a relief.

I thought I might be pushing my
luck.

Oh, no.

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

You don't know me.

I know you enough to think about you
all the time when we're apart.

That's very sweet.

Of course, I haven't much to offer.

You have a great deal to offer

and I am not sure I'm worthy of it,

but for now let's just enjoy a good
dinner

and some dancing.

No arguments here.

So it was a good day? Oh, yes.

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

Daisy fought well in his cause.

If not always very sensibly.

He's a lovely chap, though, kind and
considerate.

Oh, he wants Daisy to live there,
but I suppose that's understandable.

He must be lonely.

He's not lonely. He's lived on his
own for years.

He's used to it. He enjoyed a bit of
company today.

He was just being polite.

I expect he was longing for us to
go.

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

now that he's here among us.

Of course I don't mind.

I just think he's fine as he is.

I'm ready to walk up to the cottage
if you are.

Of course. Ah, Mrs Patmore, I
haven't thanked you

for our supper the other night.

I'm always happy to help.

I'm very grateful.

But another time, I wonder if you might go
through the cooking of it with Mrs Hughes.

Oh, yes? It's been a while since
she's played

with her patty pans, and she's got
some catching-up to do.

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

Very glad and very grateful.

And now I must fetch my coat.

I'm sorry, Miss Denker.

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

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

How did it happen?

Were you drunk?
No, I was not drunk!

I was shocked!

Shocked at the short memory of a
doctor who's failed his patroness!

I doubt he sees it in that light.

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

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

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

You won't sleep a wink if I am still
sacked when we go upstairs.

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

♪ Crying cockles and mussels Alive,
alive, oh ♪

I'm dreading this dinner on Friday.

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

I'm afraid Mama seems to see this argument as
the last battle, the last big fight of herlife.

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

Then there'll be hell to pay.

Added to which, I'm feeling pretty
rough.

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

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

It's too late to cancel, but I'd be happy
to manage the evening without you,

if you're really ill.

Mama would only say I'd ratted on
her.

No. As you say, I'll get through it

and then take things quietly for a
few days.

How did that happen?

I threw a book and it caught it.

Oh, yes. The red one. Why did you
throw it?

Why did you throw the book, Andy?

You can't read, can you? No. I can't
bloody read!

Go on! Have a good laugh about it!

I'm not laughing.

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

Flicking through your magazines.

I only look at the pictures.

Why did you not learn at school?

I fooled around until it was too
late.

I learned how to sign my name, which
was all I needed in service.

But now you want to be a farmer.

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

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

So another dream goes west.

It doesn't have to.

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

I must be too stupid.

I've never picked it up so far, and
I would have if I had half a brain.

That's not true. You're a clever
lad.

You will get the hang of it. Trust
me.

But what would the others say? We
won't tell them.

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

Mr Barrow.

I've not behaved well towards you.

And I'm sorry for it.

I've known worse.

Good night, Andy.

Oh! You're up early.

I suppose you have quite a day
ahead.

Are you packed? No.

I have not packed.

Shouldn't leave it too long.

You should take up her breakfast and
dress her,

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

Is that all you've got to say?

Don't look at me. It's not my fault
and there is nothing I can do.

Did they catch your nephew?

What? Your nephew.

The one who was on the run from the
police.

The one you sheltered here.

Did they catch him?

I don't believe so. No.

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

I think, maybe, it was.

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

And my sin is not a criminal
offence.

What can I do?

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

No. Well, while you're waiting, you can
think of what you're going to say.

Unless you want to find yourself
sewing mail bags.

I'm not promising anything. I mean,
suppose she doesn't listen to me?

You'd better hope she does, Mr
Spratt.

You'd better hope she does.

I think she likes him, yes. But I
don't believe she's serious.

Why not?

Lady Mary has quite a sense of her
own importance

and I doubt he's enough for her.

Besides, what would he do here?

Hang about, testing his cars on the
drive?

He could always get a job.

Doing what?

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

So, Lady Mary does not believe that
love conquers all?

We mustn't be hard on her. She is
what she is.

But I'd say she'll want someone who
brings just as much to the table.

Maybe I'm wrong.

I hope so. I'd like her to be happy.

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

Are you really happy?

I'm happier than I have ever been.

Happy, impatient, excited.

Don't say too much.

It frightens me.

We've still got months.

Nothing will go wrong.

Bad harvest, bad harvest.

What does that mean?

In the old days, when the crop was good,
the farmers used to shout "Bad harvest!",

so the gods wouldn't grow jealous of
their luck and destroy them.

Bad harvest!

That ought to do it.

Let's hope so.

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

Well? She wants you. In the drawing
room.

What did she say?

What did you say?

I told her your crime was an excess
of loyalty,

that your devotion to her had made
you blind.

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

That, I did not say.

No, no. The point is,
did it work?

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

Yeah. And did it work?

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

We'll have less of that talk.

I just want to know, did it work?

She's going to give you one more
chance.

Hallelujah!

But mind you, act surprised when she
tells you.

I will rival Saint Paul in my
astonishment.

Right.

Well, you better get upstairs.

Oh, and Miss Denker,

I don't want to hear another mention
of my unfortunate nephew.

Oh, well, that rather depends.

On what? On whether or not

I need to mention him again.

He's not arrived, then?

No, not yet.

But what we want to know is, by what
power you made him come here.

Well, power of personality.

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

Works for me. Are you quite well?

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

You heard your note nearly proved
fatal to poor Denker?

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

I gather it was Spratt who saved her, which
is a surprise in any number of ways.

Mama, what are you doing?

Carson, Carson, can you change these
place cards in the dining room?

I'm not sure her ladyship...
Robert?

Just do it.
Yes, very well, m'lord.

You'll be in a very junior seat.

Il faut reculer pour mieux sauter.

I found my editor.

And had some fun, too, I hope.

I went dancing at the Cafe de Paris,
which felt very young and gay.

And we saw Henry Talbot try out a
racing car.

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

I don't know about "bright."

The Right Honourable Neville
Chamberlain,

Minister for Health.

Lord Grantham. Lady Grantham.

Minister, how kind of you to find
time for us in your busy schedule.

We're very grateful.

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

There you are.

How is dear Anne?

She sends her greetings.

Oh, how grown up you all are.

You know, I remember so well when
you and she were young and carefree,

looking for fun wherever you could
find it.

I know you do.

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

I always say that, too.

Have you met my cousin Mrs Crawley?

No, indeed. It's a great honour.

I gather you're here to discuss the
new plans for managing our health.

I know I'm here to discuss a topic
Lady Grantham is interested in.

Excuse me, would you care for one of
these?

Thank you.

I thought you needed rescuing.

Our own scrapes are bad enough without
being dragged into other people's.

How well you understand me.

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

I wish I weren't.

Shall we go in?

We don't want to wear the minister out
before he's even had a chance to sit down.

She can't protect him in the dining
room.

You'll stop at nothing to get your
own way. Isn't that the truth?

Indeed.

It is a quality I share with Marlborough,
Wellington and my late mother.

I was trained in a hard school

and I fight accordingly.

No, he's a coming man. I've read he
may be prime minister one day.

Well, he's no friend of the unions.

For which he is to be congratulated.

Is the consomme ready, Mrs Patmore?

We should get out of your way.

You never said how the trial went.

I didn't have to testify in the end.

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

You must have a sense of unfinished
business.

That's clever of you.

I won't ask what it was, but I hope
you can leave it behind.

I'm not sure. But thank you.

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

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

Nor me. But surely, if it's
important to the area,

he'll want to listen?

He'll just want to get out alive.

The system has worked well here for
a hundred years!

Why must we destroy everything in our
path simply for the sake of change?

I'm not sure that's a true
representation of the case.

Exactly. There are many benefits to
be had from the plan.

But benefits for whom?

Goodness.

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

not to witness a battle royal.

Oh! Don't you enjoy a good fight?

I'm not sure I do, really.

My mother-in-law has a certain myopia when
it comes to anyone else's point of view.

On the contrary, I have a clarity of
vision

that allows me to resist a
housemaid's trap of sentimentality.

Your enthusiasm is getting the
better of your manners.

Can't we stop this beastly row?

How I wish we could.

Because I...

I...

I'm so sorry...

Thomas, on his left side.

Give me napkins!

I'll call the ambulance.

Keep him warm. Take my coat.

What is it? His ulcer has burst.

What? Will he be all right?

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

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

If this is it, just know I have
loved you very, very much.

This isn't it, darling. Don't... We
won't let this be it.

Some water? No! No water.

Just keep him steady until the
ambulance arrives.

Is he very bad?

I've rung for the ambulance. It'll
be here at any moment.

Miss Baxter, Anna, fetch their
ladyships' coats.

Don't forget Lady Edith. What about
me, Mr Carson?

You might put together some things
that could be useful.

But hurry, there's no time to lose.

I can't believe it.

Life is short, death is sure.

That is all we know.

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

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

We've no time for philosophy, Mrs
Patmore.

What can we do to help?

Let's send up some coffee.

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

Of course, you should go.

I will consider the new plan.

Don't. That is, let it stand.

I believe the change will work well
for both establishments.

Very well.

Lady Grantham. Give my love to dear
Annie.

I will.

The ambulance is here!

Don't reprimand me, Mama, I think
the new system will be better

and I haven't got time to be
diplomatic.

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

It's better we should be honest.
There've been too many secrets.

Let's have no more of them.

If you mean Marigold, that's settled
and you know I am sorry.

Now let us concentrate on Robert?

They're ready. They want to take him
now.

Girls. Mary. Edith.

We must go!

Edith, dear, telephone with any
news.

No matter how late. I will.

I'll take you home in my car. And
Lady Grantham.

In a moment.

You're quite pale.

We'll go together.

You've had a shock.

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

They're bringing your car round. Oh,
let the ambulance get away.

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

Are you going to follow them?

I don't want to crowd him, but
they'll ring when they have news.

Can you let my office know?

Of course.

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

Why did you come here tonight?

Your grandmother-in-law can be very
persuasive.

I'd love to know how she did it.

My wife has a brother called Horace
de Vere Cole.

You may have heard of him. The
prankster?

Didn't he board a warship pretending to
be the leader of a Turkish delegation?

Abyssinian, but yes.

He was always doing that sort of
thing.

Some years ago, he and a few friends
dug a trench across Piccadilly

and London was thrown into total
chaos.

But what - I was one of the chaps
responsible.

We dressed as workmen and no one
stopped us.

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

from the East End to Belgrave
Square.

And old Lady Grantham threatened to
give you away?

It was long ago now,

but the papers would be sure to make
it look as bad as possible

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

And there's my car.

So, I'd better be off.

Thank you, m'lady.

That was Lady Mary.

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

Her ladyship is staying overnight,

but Lady Mary and Lady Edith will
come home.

What was the operation? They
performed a gastrectomy.

What's that?

No business of ours.

Will he be all right?

It sounds as if he has a good
chance.

Thank God.

I'll find out if there's anything he
needs in the morning.

I'll walk down there now with some
things for her ladyship.

I'll come with you.

I'm quite relieved.

Of course you are.

No, I didn't think I'd mind one way
or the other, to be honest.

I must be getting soft in
my old age.

Well, don't let the other animals
find out, or they'll pounce.

Leave him alone. Now, we should go.

We can take it in turns tomorrow. So
Mama can have some rest.

Very well.

I'll go first. Stark can take me
there and bring Mama back.

What a terrifying reminder.

In one second your whole life can
change.

Yes.

It only takes a moment for
everything to feel quite different.

I'm going to check on the children.

Of course you are.

Good night.

How is he?

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

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

To be more precise, Tom,

from now on you and I need to take
full responsibility for the estate.

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

but he mustn't have any more worry.

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

So long live our own Queen Mary.

Good night.

Mr Carson told us his lordship is
going to recover.

They seem to think so.

Everyone was very happy to hear it.

Can I fetch you anything?

I just want to go to bed.

You must be absolutely exhausted.
Hmm.

Anna, can I ask you something?

Is there any talk in the servants'
hall about Miss Marigold?

What sort of talk, m'lady?

Well, everyone thinks she's a lucky little
girl, being taken in by the family.

But they would think that.

And that's all you want to say?

Why? What else should I say?

Never mind.

I'm too tired to talk any more
tonight.

We are opening the house for one day
for charity and there is none to it.

What are they paying to see? We have
nothing to show them.

Do you need cheering up?
We all need it sometimes m'lady.

Have you found anyone to hit with
that yet?

If I could choose between principle and
logic, I'd take principle every time!

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