Episode 2

♪ ♪ This was at the back door.

Thank you, William.

It's kind of you to take an interest.

I'm afraid it's a case of the warhorse and the drum.

You know my late husband was a doctor?

I do.

I'm familiar with Dr. Crawley's work on the symptoms of infection in children.

Ah.

Even I studied nursing during the South African War.

Really?

(weeping) Very distressing.

A young farmer, John Drake, a tenant of Lord Grantham's.

He came in today.

It's dropsy, I'm afraid.

May I see him?

Yeah, by all means.

Is the dropsy of the liver or the heart?

CLARKSON: Everything points to the heart.

(coughing) CLARKSON: All right, Mr. Drake, you're in safe hands now.

What will happen to his wife?

She may try to keep the farm on.

Grantham is not a harsh landlord.

But her children are young.

What can I do to help?

If I'm to live in this village, I must have an occupation.

Please.

Let me be useful.

Very tidy, I must say.

That's how he leaves it.

He chooses his clothes himself.

He puts them out at night and hangs the ones he's worn.

I get to take the linen down to the laundry, but that's about all.

That's all?

"I'll do this," he says.

"I'll take the other; I'll tie that."

And I'm just stood there like a chump watching a man get dressed.

I'll tell Thomas; he's jealous enough already.

What about the butlering?

The food's on the sideboard.

He keeps the wine on the table so he can pour it himself.

It’s like an all-day breakfast.

To be honest, Mr. Bates, I don't see the point of it.

CARSON: Oh!

I thought no one was here.

Can I help, Mr. Carson?

No.

No, thank you, Anna.

I'm sorry but I have standards.

I've just seen something ever so odd.

What?

And if anyone thinks I'm going to pull my forelock and curtsey to this Mr. Nobody from Nowhere... O'Brien!

Were you discussing Mr. Crawley?

Yes, m'lady.

Is it your place to do so?

I've got my opinions, m'lady.

Same as anybody.

Can I help your ladyship?

This is the button we're missing from my new evening coat.

I found it lying on the gravel.

But I was shocked at the talk I heard as I came in.

Mr. Crawley is his lordship's cousin and heir.

You will therefore please accord him the respect he's entitled to.

But you don't like him yourself, m'lady.

You never wanted him to come here.

You're sailing perilously close to the wind, O'Brien.

If we're to be friends, you will not speak in that way again about the Crawleys or any member of Lord Grantham's family.

Now I'm going up to rest.

Wake me at the dressing gong.

I don't think that's fair, not here in the Servants' Hall.

I agree.

If she was a real lady she wouldn't have come down here.

She'd have rung for me and given me the button, that's all.

This isn't her territory.

We can say what we like down here.

Who says?

THOMAS: The law.

And Parliament.

There is such a thing as free speech.

Not when I'm in charge.

Don't push your luck, Thomas.

Now, tea's over.

Back to work.

You'd better take this.

"Friends."

Who does she think she's fooling?

We're not friends.

No?

No.

And you're not "friends" with the girls neither.

We're servants, you and me.

And they pay us to do as we're told.

That's all.

May I...?

CLARKSON: I must compliment you, Mrs. Crawley.

When you made your offer, I thought you might be a "Great Lady Nurse" and faint at the sight of blood.

But I see you're made of sterner stuff.

It's definitely the heart.

It's almost too quiet to hear at all.

I'm afraid so.

I've been thinking about the treatments that are available.

Considerable success has been achieved over the last few years by draining the pericardial sac of the excess fluid and administering adrenaline... Mrs. Crawley, I appreciate your thoroughness.

But you're unwilling to try it?

Injection of adrenaline is a comparatively new procedure.

It's a while ago now, but I saw my husband do it.

I know how.

Please, Mrs. Crawley, don't-don't force me to be uncivil.

We would be setting an impossible precedent.

When every villager could- could demand the latest fad in treatment for each new cut and graze.

I would remind that you we are not talking of a cut or a graze, but the loss of a man's life and the ruin of his family.

Of course.

But I beg you to see that it is not reasonable.

Anna, I’m glad I’ve caught you.

When I was collecting that food earlier for his lordship...

Yes, Mr Carson?

Well, I hope you didn't feel the need to mention it to anybody.

When his lordship makes donations to charity, you understand, he doesn’t like notice to be taken of it.

ROBERT: Have you been able to explore the village?

ISOBEL: Indeed I have, and I thought the hospital a great credit to your father's memory.

But I'm afraid the good doctor and I did not see eye to eye.

Oh, you amaze me.

ISOBEL: He's treating one of your tenants, John Drake, for dropsy, but seems reluctant to embrace some of the newer treatments.

ROBERT: Drake is a good man and far too young to die, but I suppose the doctor knows his business.

Not as well as Mrs. Crawley, apparently.

(clears throat) By the way, if ever you want to ride, just let Lynch know and he'll sort it out for you.

Oh, Papa, Cousin Matthew doesn't ride.

I ride.

And do you hunt?

No, I don't hunt.

I dare say there is not much opportunity in Manchester.

Are you a hunting family?

Families like ours are always hunting families.

Not always.

Billy Skelton won't have them on his land.

MARY: But all the Skeltons are mad.

Do you hunt?

Occasionally.

I suppose you're more interested in books than country sports.

I probably am.

You'll tell me that's rather unhealthy.

MARY: Not unhealthy... just unusual.

Among our kind of people.

I'm changing round the dessert services.

We're missing a sugar sifter.

I know I put three out.

I was talking to Anna earlier... Why?

What's she been saying?

Whatever's the matter?

What did Anna say?

Only that she thinks Thomas is bullying William.

Ah.

Yeah, she may have a point.

I'll keep an eye out.

Here it is.

MARY: I've been studying the story of Andromeda.

Do you know it?

Why?

Her father was King Cepheus, whose country was being ravaged by storms and, in the end, he decided the only way to appease the gods was to sacrifice his eldest daughter to a hideous sea monster.

So they chained her naked to a rock... VIOLET: Really, Mary.

We'll all need our smelling salts in a minute.

(Violet chuckles) But the sea monster didn't get her, did he?

MARY: No.

Just when it seemed he was the only solution to her father's problems, she was rescued.

By Perseus.

That's right.

Perseus, son of a god.

Rather more fitting, wouldn't you say?

That depends.

I'd have to know more about the princess and the sea monster in question.

(a jaunty tune played on piano) DAISY: I wish I could dance like that.

Like what?

Don't you know the Grizzly Bear?

The Grizzly Bear... As if you do.

Certainly, I do.

Miss O'Brien, shall we show them?

Not likely.

William, give us a tune.

Come on, Daisy.

Hands up.

(growls) (laughter) (clapping to the music) Daisy... Daisy!

Stop that silly nonsense before you put your joints out.

See to the range and go to bed.

Thank you, that was beautiful.

(applause) VIOLET: I'm sorry Mary was rather sharp this evening.

I doubt if Cousin Mary and I are destined to be close friends.

I don't blame her.

Her father's home and her mother's fortune are to be passed to me; it's very harsh.

What would you say if the entail were set aside in Mary's favor?

I should try to accept it with as good a grace as I could muster.

Would you?

Oh... Good evening, Taylor.

Good evening, m'lady.

Thank you.

Why does Mr. Carson let you do that?

Because my dad was a clockmaker.

Did you really ask him for the job with the Crawleys?

I'm sick of being a footman.

I'd rather be a footman than wait on someone who ought to be a footman himself.

But Mr. Carson shouldn't have told Bates.

How are things with Lady G?

Same as usual.

"Yes, my lady, no, my lady, three bags full."

I'd like to give her three bags full.

Preferably on a dark night.

Will you hand in your notice?

And let her ruin me with a nasty reference?

Oh, I think not.

I don't want to exaggerate.

She's been very generous in many ways.

Generous?

To instruct you in your own practice?

She may even have a point.

But it does not seem to me realistic... Well nor is it!

Put an end to her meddling.

I am your president and I say get rid of her.

Will that not be awkward?

I gather she's planning to stay in the village for the foreseeable future.

No one can foresee the future, Doctor.

Not you, not I, and certainly not Mrs. Crawley.

You do not love the place yet.

Well, obviously, it's... No, you don't love it.

You see a million bricks that may crumble, a thousand gutters and pipes that may block and leak, and stone that will crack in the frost.

But you don't.

I see my life's work.

Was it ever in danger?

Many times.

My dear Papa thought the balloon would go up in the 1880s.

What saved it?

Cora.

Where is everyone?

They've gone down to the village.

Some traveling salesman's set up at the pub for the afternoon.

Alone at last.

We shouldn't be without both footmen.

Does Mr. Carson know?

Mrs. Hughes does.

She's gone with them.

They won't be long.

So, you see to the girls and you're supposed to be head housemaid.

You should put in for a raise.

What do you mean "supposed to be"?

(laughs) (bell ringing) I said they shouldn't have let both footmen go.

Well, you'll have to answer it.

Mr. Carson wouldn't like a maid answering the front door.

I'm sorry to have kept you waiting, sir.

I'm here to see Lord Grantham.

Is he expecting you?

No.

But he'll be very interested in what I have to tell him.

His lordship is not at home, but if you will leave your name... Ah... Don't come all high and mighty with me.

I don't know who you are, but you're certainly not the butler, so don't try and make out you are.

How do you know?

Because Charlie Carson's the butler round here.

Does your business concern him?

It might do.

Excuse me for one moment, sir.

Fetch Mr. Carson as fast as you can.

Use the front door.

If you would like to follow me, sir.

Oh, no.

If you think you're tucking me away somewhere, you've got another thing coming.

But you'd be more comfortable, sir...

Sorry, chum.

Oh, aye.

I won't mind waiting in here.

SYBIL: Bates?

This gentleman is an acquaintance of Mr. Carson, m'lady.

What is he doing in here?

He says he has urgent business with his lordship.

Urgent.

I've sent for Mr. Carson to come at once.

Then I'll stay with you.

In case explanations are needed.

Mr. Carson!

You're needed at once in the library.

GRIGG: How long are you expecting me to wait?

I'm a very busy man, you know.

BATES: If you could just be patient for a little longer, sir.

Ah.

May I ask who this is?

And precisely what is going on?

CARSON: Mr. Bates, what are you...

I'm sorry, your lordship.

Mr. Bates, you may go now.

Stay where you are, nobody's going anywhere.

Do I take it you know this man?

Don't try and deny it.

No, I won't deny it.

I do know him, m'lord.

But not what he is doing in the library.

I tried to take him downstairs, out of sight, Mr. Carson, but he wouldn't come.

Thank you, that was thoughtful.

But who is he?

Will you tell him or shall I?

His name is Charles Grigg.

We worked together at one time.

GRIGG: Oh...

I'm a little more than that, aren't I, Charlie?

We're like brothers, him and me.

We are not like brothers.

We were a double act.

On the halls.

You were on the stage?

Carson, is this true?

It is, my lord.

The Cheerful Charlies.

That's what they called us.

We did quite well, didn't we?

Until you couldn't keep your hands out of the till.

Would you like us to go, Mr. Carson?

No, you know it now.

You might as well bear witness to my shame.

He turned up in the village with no warning some days ago, on the run, asking for somewhere to hide.

And, of course, for money.

God in heaven.

He's wanted for some petty crime, of which he is, of course, guilty.

Here, steady on.

He threatened to expose my past, to make me a laughing stock in this house, and in my vanity and pride, I gave him what he wanted.

(scoffs) You did not.

I put him in an empty cottage and fed him from the kitchens.

I couldn't buy food in the village.

Would have raised too many questions.

I stole.

I am a thief.

She... saw it.

I'd never have said anything... CARSON: And now my disgrace is complete.

My lord, you have my resignation.

Really, Carson, there's no need to be quite so melodramatic.

You're not playing Sidney Carton.

So, why have you come here if he has done everything you asked of him?

Because he hasn't.

He wouldn't give me any money.

If I had, how could I prevent his returning to Downton once it was spent?

(clears throat) My dear, Mr. Grigg... Oh, it's nice to see someone round here's got some manners.

Hold your tongue.

ROBERT: I'll tell you what is going to happen.

When I have given you £20, you will leave Downton immediately and we will never set eyes on you again.

I'll have to see about that.

If you return to this area, I will personally ensure your conviction for theft and blackmail.

Just a minute... You will serve from five to ten years in His Majesty's custody.

You think you're such a big man, don't you?

Just because you're a lord, you think you can do what you like with me.

I think it... because it is true.

You'll not always be in charge, you know.

The day is coming when your lot'll have to tow the line, just like the rest of us.

Perhaps.

But, happily for Carson, that day has not come yet.

I take it my resignation has not been accepted?

My dear fellow, we all have chapters we would rather keep unpublished.

To be honest, Carson, I'm rather impressed.

Did you really sing and dance and everything?

In front of an audience?

I did.

Do you ever miss it?

Not in the least, my lord.

Poor Mr. Carson.

We'll have to treat him like a god for a month to calm his nerves.

He'll be afraid this'll change the way we think of him.

Then we mustn't let it.

But it will.

The Cheerful Charlies?

(chuckling) For all his talk of dignity, we know his story now.

And admire him more because of it.

Maybe.

But it will change the way we think of him.

It always does.

I don't see why.

I shouldn't care what I found out about you.

Whatever it was, it wouldn't alter my opinion one bit.

But it would.

It certainly would.

VIOLET: We're running out of options.

The lawyers I write to only huff and puff.

They echo Murray and say nothing can be done.

Or they don't want the bother of opposing him.

Precisely.

I wish Mary wasn't so confident it could all be put right.

Meanwhile, we have to watch that dreadful woman parade around the village as if she owned it.

I think she means well.

Meaning well is not enough.

Poor Doctor Clarkson.

What has he done to deserve that termagant?

I think he's in for an uncomfortable afternoon.

Really?

Why?

On my way here I saw her go into the hospital.

She looked extremely determined.

Not as determined as I am.

I have the adrenaline here in my hand.

Will you really deny the man his chance of life?

I just wish it was a treatment I was more familiar with.

Will that serve as your excuse when he dies?

Nurse.

Can you prepare Mr. Drake for his procedure, please?

Well, Mrs. Crawley, I have a feeling we will sink or swim together.

CLARKSON: Mr. Drake, your heart is not functioning properly and, as a result, your pericardial sac is full of fluid.

I am proposing, first, to withdraw the fluid, and then to inject the adrenaline to stimulate the heart and restore normal activity.

Is it dangerous, Doctor?

The draining may stop the heart, and the adrenaline may not be able to re-start it.

ISOBEL: Mrs. Drake, the choice is simple.

If your husband endures this procedure, he may live.

If not, he will die.

NURSE: He's with a patient.

VIOLET: Please, please let me pass!

I must see the doctor at once Your ladyship.

Just as I thought.

Dr. Clarkson, tell me you will not permit this amateur to influence your professional opinion.

Amateur?

VIOLET: My dear woman, do not let them bully you.

They'll not disturb the peace of your husband's last hours.

Not if I can help it.

But that's just it, m'lady.

I don't want them to be his last hours.

Not if there's a chance.

Please, doctor, do what you must.

As... (Drake grunts in pain) CLARKSON: Steady.

Yep, all right.

Nice and steady.

As president of this hospital, I feel I must...

Valve.

...tell you I shall bring this to the attention of the board.

You're doing very well.

Have you no pity?

Adrenaline.

Quickly, quickly.

His heart's stopped.

(sobbing) Ready?

Yes.

(breathes deeply) My dear.

ROBERT: You don't have to worry.

She may be president but I'm the patron, so you're quite safe with me.

Please.

MATTHEW: My mother was right, then?

The man's life was saved?

Well, I like to think that we were both right.

But I'm not sure Lady Grantham will be so easily convinced.

Then we must strengthen the argument.

Cousin Isobel wants something to do.

Very well, let's make her chairman of the board.

She'd like that, wouldn't she?

Certainly, she would.

Then my mother will have to listen to her.

She's been an absolute ruler there for long enough.

It's time for some loyal opposition.

Well, if you're quite certain, m'lord.

What were you going to say?

At the risk of being impertinent, on your own head be it.

(laughs) About your scheme for restoring the estate cottages.

You don't mind my interfering?

My dear fellow, I brought you here to interfere.

In fact, why don't you stay for dinner and we'll talk about it?

We'll send down to Molesley for your clothes.

I better not.

My mother's expecting me.

But, in fact, I've been meaning to speak to you about Molesley.

Oh?

Would you find me very ungrateful if I dispensed with his services?

Why?

Has he displeased you in some way?

Not at all.

It's simply that he's superfluous to our style of living.

Is that quite fair?

To deprive a man of his livelihood when he's done nothing wrong?

Well, I wouldn't quite put it...

Your mother derives satisfaction from her work at the hospital, I think?

Some sense of self worth?

Certainly.

Would you really deny the same to poor old Molesley?

And when you are master here, is the butler to be dismissed?

Or the footmen?

How many maids or kitchen staff will be allowed to stay?

Or must every one be driven out?

We all have different parts to play, Matthew.

And we must all be allowed to play them.

(birds chirping) EDITH: Why must we all go to the hospital?

MARY: I'm afraid Papa wants to teach Granny a lesson.

Poor Granny.

A month ago these people were strangers.

Now she must share power with the mother and I must marry the son.

You won't marry him, though, will you?

What, marry a sea monster?

(giggling) We shouldn't laugh; that's so unkind.

But he must marry someone.

Edith, what are you thinking?

You know, I don't dislike him as much as you do.

Perhaps you don't dislike him at all.

Perhaps I don't.

Well, it's nothing to me.

I've bigger fish to fry.

SYBIL: What fish?

Are we talking about E.N.?

How do you know that?

Have you been poking around in my things?

Of course not.

SYBIL: Come on.

Who is he?

It's not fair if you both know.

You won't be any the wiser, but his name is Evelyn Napier.

The Honorable Evelyn Napier.

Son and heir to Viscount Branksome.

Who wants an old sea monster when they can have Perseus?

(laughter) (knocking on door) CARSON: If you're going to the ceremony, I thought we might walk together.

Certainly I'm going.

I want to see the old bat's face when they announce it.

I must try not to look too cheerful.

Or shouldn't I talk like that in your presence?

Do you find me very ridiculous, Mrs. Hughes?

Putting on airs and graces I've no right to?

What's brought this on?

(sighs) Nothing.

Except at times I wonder if I'm just a sad old fool.

Mr. Carson, you are a man of integrity and honor, who raises the tone of this household by being part of it.

So no more of that, please.

(commotion) I wondered if you'd like to walk with me down to the... Is Thomas going?

Well, I think everyone is.

Sorry, what were you saying?

Nothing.

Doesn't matter.

Put this away before you go, and never mind your flirting.

I wasn't flirting.

Not with him.

William's not a bad lad.

He's nice enough, but he isn't like Thomas.

No, he's not.

Cuff links, sir?

Those are a dull option for such an occasion.

Don't you agree?

Might I suggest the crested pair, sir?

They seem more appropriate, if you don't mind my saying.

They're a bit fiddly.

I wonder if you could help me.

Certainly, sir.

I see you got that mark out of the sleeve.

How did you do it?

Oh, I tried it with this and tried it with that, until it yielded.

Very well done.

Thank you, sir.

You go in, Mrs. Hughes.

I want a quick word with Mr. Bates here.

Mr. Bates... (clears throat) I must thank you.

Both for what you did and for keeping silent afterwards.

It was kind of you.

And Anna.

It was nothing, Mr. Carson.

I hope you don't judge me too harshly.

I don't judge you at all.

I have no right to judge you, or any man.

(crowd chatting) Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this happy event.

The investiture of our first chairwoman, Mrs. Reginald Crawley, who has graciously agreed to share the duties of our beloved president, the Dowager Countess of Grantham.

Our little hospital must surely grow and thrive with two such doughty champions united as they are by the strongest ties of all-- family and friendship.

(applause) There you are, Mr. Bates.

It's in.

Came this morning.

They said it would.

Which isn't quite the same thing.

(bell rings) Hello.

I could have posted that for you.

Well, I prefer to do it myself.

I'll wait outside.

Thank you.

(gasps) What are you doing?

If you must know, I'm trying to find some space on top of the cupboard to make life easier.

(sighs) So what's in it, then?

What?

The bleeding great packing case that weighs a ton, that's what.

Can't you just leave it?

No, I can't.

And you'll tell me right now.

Anything interesting?

Not particularly.

It's from Evelyn Napier.

You met him with the Delderfields last November at Doncaster races.

Is that Lord Branksome's boy?

It is.

Do you like him?

I don't dislike him.

And what's he writing about?

Nothing much.

He's out with the York and Ainsty next week.

The meet is at Downton.

He wants some tea when he's up here.

Where's he staying?

With friends?

He says he's found a pub that caters for hunting.

Oh, we can improve on that-- he must come here.

He can send the horses up early if he wants.

He'll know why you're asking him.

I can't think what you mean.

His mother's a friend of mine.

She'll be pleased at the idea.

Not very pleased.

She's dead.

All the more reason then.

You can write a note, too, and put it in with mine.

Shall I tell him about your friendship with his late mother?

I'm sure you of all people can compose a letter to a young man without any help from me.

ANNA: How much did it cost?

GWEN: Every penny I'd saved.

Or almost.

And is this the mystery lover?

I've been taking a correspondence course in typing and shorthand.

That's what was in the envelopes.

Are you any good?

Yes.

Well, I am, actually.

(door opens) Her Ladyship wants the fawn skirt Lady Mary never wears.

The seamstress is going to fit it to Lady Sybil but I can't find it.

I'll come in a minute.

They're waiting now.

One minute.

I'm just changing my cap and apron.

Have you told anyone?

What did your parents say?

I can't tell them till I've got a job.

Dad will think I'm a fool to leave a good place.

And Mum'll say I'm getting above myself.

But I don't believe that.

Nor do I. CORA: It's not of my doing.

It's all Mary's own work, but I think we should encourage it.

ROBERT: Branksome's a dull dog but I don't suppose that matters.

Did you know his wife had died?

He only ever talks about racing.

Cora is right.

Mary won't take Matthew Crawley, so we better get her settled before the bloom is quite gone off the rose.

Is the family an old one?

Older than yours, I imagine.

ROBERT: Old enough.

And there's plenty of money.

Really?

ROBERT: Mama, you've already looked him up in the stud books and made enquiries about the fortune.

Don't pretend otherwise.

Are you afraid someone will think you're American if you speak openly?

I doubt it will come to that.

Shall I ring for tea?

ROBERT: No, not for me.

I'm meeting Cripps at five.

I'll see you at dinner.

You don't seem very pleased.

I'm pleased.

It's not brilliant, but I'm pleased.

So...?

I don't want Robert to use a marriage as an excuse to stop fighting for Mary's inheritance.

It won't make any difference.

I don't think he has the slightest intention of fighting as it is.

The price of saving Downton is to accept Matthew Crawley as his heir.

What about you?

I don't dislike Matthew.

In fact, I rather admire him.

Is that sufficient reason to give him your money?

Well, of course not.

Then there's nothing more to be said.

Are we going to have tea or not?

(door bell chimes) Yes?

I saw this advertisement for a limp correcter.

Yes.

What does it do exactly?

It corrects limps.

Does it work?

As I make it and I advertise it, is it likely I'd say no?

Could I see one?

Here we are.

You adjust this to the right height to minimize the limp.

You tighten these gradually, as tight as you can stand, and, as the leg straightens, the foot lowers to the floor.

Can't say it's going to be easy.

And you can't slack.

Every day, all day, if you mean business.

All right.

How much?

(bicycle bell chimes) Hello.

I'd offer you a lift if I could.

It was you I was coming to see.

Then your timing is matchless.

I've just got off the train.

The other day at dinner, Cousin Isobel was saying you wanted to see some of the local churches.

She's right, I do.

I want to know more about the county generally if I'm to live here.

Well, I thought I might show you a few of the nearer ones.

We could take a picnic and make an outing of it.

That's very kind.

Nonsense.

I'll enjoy it.

It's too long since I played the tourist.

Well, it would have to be a Saturday.

The churches work on Sunday, and I work all the weekdays.

Then Saturday it is.

I'll get Lynch to sort out the governess cart and I'll pick you up at about 11:00.

How does it work?

Well, it's easy.

You just press the letters and they print on the paper.

Get back, please.

They were trying to hide it, so I knew it was wrong.

Where's Gwen now?

Doing the dining room with Anna.

They'll be finished soon.

Then I'll wait.

MRS. HUGHES: With all due respect, Mr. Carson, Gwen is under my jurisdiction.

Indeed she is, Mrs. Hughes, and I have no intention of usurping your authority.

I merely want to get to the bottom of it.

Why shouldn't Gwen have a typewriter if she wants one?

THOMAS: Mind your own business.

GWEN: What's that doing here?

Ah, Gwen, come in.

Why's that down here?

Who's been in my room?

They had no right.

MRS. HUGHES: See here.

In the first place, none of the rooms in this house belong to you.

And in the second, I am in charge of your welfare and that gives me every right.

This is you, isn't it?

CARSON: All we want is to know what Gwen wants with a typewriter and why she feels the need to keep it secret.

She wants to keep it private, not secret.

There's a difference.

Amen.

I've done nothing to be ashamed of.

I've bought a typewriter and I've taken a postal course in shorthand.

I'm not aware that either of these actions is illegal.

Will you tell us why?

Preferably without any more cheek.

Because I want to leave service.

I want to be a secretary.

You want to leave service?

What's wrong with being in service?

Nothing's wrong with it.

And there's nothing wrong with mending roads, neither, but it's not what I want to do.

CARSON: I should remind you that there are plenty of young girls who'd be glad of a position in this house.

And when I hand in my notice, I shall be happy to think one of them will be taking my place.

What makes you think we'll wait till then?

Are you hiring and sacking now, Miss O'Brien?

I thought that lay with Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes.

Enough of this.

I'm going to ring the dressing gong, and we'll have no more talk of this tonight.

Can I have my machine back now?

Very well.

But I wish I was sure you know what you're doing.

MRS. PATMORE: Daisy?

What's happened to you?

I said you could go for a drink of water, not a trip up the Nile.

ANNA: Which churches will you show him?

I can't decide.

Kirby, possibly.

Or perhaps Easingwold.

You don't think you're being a bit obvious?

Coming from you, that's rich.

There was a letter from Mr. Napier in the evening post.

Oh, did he accept?

Not yet.

Perhaps he thought it was too obvious.

CORA: Apparently he's bringing a friend with him.

An attaché at the Turkish Embassy.

A Mr. Kemal Pamuk.

He's the son of one of the Sultan's ministers and he's here for the Albanian talks.

What's that?

To create an independent Albania.

Don't you read the papers?

I'm too busy living a life.

Since Turkey's signature is vital, Mr. Napier's been given the job of keeping him happy until the conference begins.

And he's eager to try an English hunt.

I shall invite this Mr. Pamuk to stay here as well.

Who knows?

A little hospitality in an English house may make all the difference to the outcome.

And Mary, you will ride out with them.

Oh, Mama, must I?

My boots are at the menders and I haven't ridden for weeks.

Anna... please see that Lady Mary is fully equipped to go hunting.

Yes, your ladyship.

ANNA: Ah, open the door, can you?

I couldn't find her breeches anywhere.

So I asked Mr. Bates and he looked among His Lordship's riding clothes.

There they were.

I only hope to God I've got everything.

Hat, I'll do here.

Gloves and crop are in the hall.

(sobbing) Gwen?

Whatever's the matter?

Hey, come on, sit down.

Hey... What's up?

I'm just being silly.

You should get that brushed.

He won't be up for another half an hour.

Now, what is it?

I suppose I've just realized that it's not going to happen.

What isn't?

None of it.

I'm not going to be a secretary.

I'm not going to leave service.

I doubt I'll leave here before I'm 60.

Hey, what's all this?

You saw their faces, and they're right.

Oh, look at me.

I'm the daughter of a farmhand.

I'm lucky to be a maid.

I was born with nothing and I'll die with nothing.

Don't talk like that.

You can change your life if you want to.

Sometimes you have to be hard on yourself, but you can change it completely.

I know.

(winces in pain) Mr. Bates?

Are you all right?

Take her upstairs.

Dry her off.

ANNA: Come on, Gwen, hey.

She asks if we can both dine on Saturday.

There are two young men staying, so you won't be so outnumbered for once.

What men?

A Turkish diplomat called something I can't read and "Lord Branksome's charming son."

Who's to be flung at Mary, presumably.

When it comes to Cousin Mary, she is quite capable of doing her own flinging, I assure you.

(chuckles) So you're all set to go church visiting?

Didn't seem that I had much option.

I’m afraid it’s my fault.

She asked what your interests were, and I just blurted it all out.

I hope you’re not annoyed.

Not at all.

Why should I be?

No reason.

Take it, take it!

Don't dawdle!

William... Sir?

No.

(horse snorts) (dogs barking) (indistinct chatter) Can you see them, m'lady?

Not yet.

MARY: Oh, wait a minute, here's Mr. Napier.

I was beginning to give up on you.

We're moving off.

We were fools not to accept your mother's invitation and send the horses down early.

As it is, my groom only got here an hour or two ago, and my mount's as jumpy as a deb at her first ball.

What about Mr. Pamuk?

I gather if he takes a tumble, you'll be endangering world peace.

Don't worry about Kemal.

He knows what he's doing on a horse.

Well, where is he?

Fussing.

He's rather a dandy.

Well, I can see him now.

A funny little foreigner with a wide, toothy grin and hair reeking of pomade.

I wouldn't quite say that.

Here he is now.

Lady Mary Crawley, I presume?

You presume right.

I'm sorry to be so disheveled.

We've been on a train since dawn and we had to change in a shed.

You don't look disheveled to me.

(horn blowing, dogs barking) Lynch, you don't have to stay with me.

But His Lordship asked me to.

It's a waste of your day.

Help Mr. Napier's man get their things back to the house.

His Lordship said particularly... Don't worry, I'll look after her.

We'll make it our business to keep her from harm.

I promise.

(horn blowing, dog barking) MARY: I hope the day is living up to your expectations.

It is exceeding them in every way.

And where is Mr. Napier?

He's gone over the bridge.

Look.

What about you?

Will you follow him?

Or will you come over the jump with me?

Oh, I was never much one for going round by the road.

Stay by me and we'll take it together.

EDITH: I wish we could talk a little more about you.

What was it like?

Growing up in Manchester?

Does it say anything about the side aisles?

The side aisles were added in the 14th century by Bishop Richard De Warren.

Yes, you can see that in the treatment of the stone.

It's wonderful to think of all those men and women worshipping together through the centuries, isn't it?

Dreaming and hoping... much as we do, I suppose.

Was the screen a Cromwell casualty?

I dare say.

I wonder how Mary's getting on.

All right, I should think.

Why?

I just wondered.

Will she stay with the hunt the whole day?

Oh, you know Mary.

She likes to be in at the kill.

Where shall we go next?

Not home?

Oh, not yet.

We've time for one more at least before we lose the light.

(sighs) I underestimated your enthusiasm.

(laughter) Is that one mine?

Home is the hunter.

Home from the hill.

Heavens, you have been in the wars.

Papa, this is Mr. Pamuk.

My father, Lord Grantham.

How do you do, my lord?

Did you have a good day?

KEMAL: Couldn't have been better.

This is Thomas, sir.

He'll be looking after you.

You remember Mr. Napier.

Of course.

How are you?

It's so kind of you to have us, Lady Grantham.

And this is Mr. Pamuk.

How do you do?

My lady.

Well, what would you like?

Just baths.

We're worn out.

Your cases are upstairs, sir.

If you'd like to follow me.

Yes.

ROBERT: Well, I hope Mary hasn't left you too exhausted, Mr. Napier.

He doesn't look Turkish at all.

Well, he doesn't look like any Englishman I've ever met, worse luck.

I think he's beautiful.

Is there some crisis of which I am unaware?

No, Mr. Carson.

I cannot think of another reason why you should congregate here.

No, Mr. Carson.

Have you seen our visitor?

Quite a treat for the ladies.

Indeed, m'lord.

Have they settled in all right?

I believe so.

Mr. Napier's valet seems a competent fellow, and Thomas knows what he's doing.

Why doesn't the gorgeous Turk have his own chap?

Apparently his man speaks no English, so Mr. Pamuk decided to leave him in London.

Probably very wise.

I hope Thomas doesn't mind.

You know Thomas, m'lord.

He has to have a grumble, but I gather he cheered up when he saw the gentleman.

(winces in pain) Bates, is anything wrong?

Nothing at all, m'lord.

Is that strap too tight?

Shall I adjust it, sir?

Now, I'm relying on you to see that I go downstairs properly dressed.

Don't worry, sir.

I've got sharp eyes for anything out of order.

Then I put myself entirely in your hands.

You do right, sir.

I should love to visit Turkey.

Yes, it's a... it's a wonderful country.

My man always does this.

Can you?

I'm very attracted to the Turkish culture.

Then I hope your chance will come to sample it.

I hope so too.

You forget yourself.

I'm sorry, sir.

That will teach you to believe what the English say about foreigners.

I ought to report you.

I think you mis...

I mistook nothing.

But I will make you an offer.

Later tonight, I may need some help with the geography of the house.

The geography?

Yes, I'm not sure yet, but I may wish to pay someone a visit.

If that is the case you will help me... and I will say nothing of your behavior.

VIOLET: I don't understand.

Why would she want to be a secretary?

MATTHEW: She wants a different life.

But why?

I should far prefer to be a maid in a large and pleasant house than work from dawn till dusk in a cramped and gloomy office.

Don't you agree, Carson?

I do, my lady.

MARY: Why are we talking about this?

What does it matter?

CORA: It matters that the people that live and work here are content.

SYBIL: Of course.

We should be helping Gwen if that's what she wants.

ISOBEL: I agree.

Surely we must all encourage those less fortunate to improve their lot where they can.

Not if it isn't in their best interests.

Isn't the maid a better judge of that than we are?

MARY: What do say, Mr. Pamuk?

Should our housemaid be kept enslaved or forced out into the world?

Why are you English so curious about other people's lives?

If she wishes to leave and the law permits it, then let her go.

VIOLET: Perhaps the law should not permit it, for the common good.

So you hanker for the days of serfdom?

I hanker for a simpler world.

Is that a crime?

I too dream of a simpler world.

As long as we can keep our trains and our dentistry.

(laughter) I wish I shared your enthusiasm.

Our dentist is horrid.

Well, why go to him then?

Oh, he treated all of us when we were children.

You know how the English are about these things.

(inaudible conversations) Well, the next time you feel a twinge you must come to Istanbul.

Wouldn't the journey be painful?

Sometimes we must endure a little pain in order to achieve satisfaction.

Lady Mary rode very well today.

Why did you send Lynch back?

I had my champions to left and right.

It was enough.

ROBERT: Did you enjoy the hunt today, Mr. Napier?

Mary said you had a tremendous run.

It was like something out of a Trollope novel.

(chuckles) What about you, Mr. Pamuk?

Was your day successful?

Oh yes, Lady Grantham.

I can hardly remember a better one.

ROBERT: Mary has more suitors tonight than the Princess Aurora.

But will she judge them sensibly?

No one's sensible at her age.

Nor should they be.

That's our role.

KEMAL: Well, if you'll excuse me.

Was it fun to be back in the saddle?

Yes.

Although I'll pay for it tomorrow.

Would you ever come out with me?

Or aren't we friends enough for that?

Oh, I think it might be... That run reminded me of a day last month up in Cheshire.

We came down the side of a hill...

Excuse me.

It seems we must brush up on our powers of fascination.

EVELYN: I was a fool to bring him here.

MATTHEW: Don't you like him?

EVELYN: Well, I like him very much.

So does everyone else, unfortunately.

Excuse me.

I hope I didn't wear you out today.

Not at all.

I enjoyed it.

We must do it again.

Next time let's take my mother.

She was so jealous, she made me promise she could come with us.

EDITH: Of course, how nice that would be.

What is it?

Is this picture really a della Francesca?

I think so.

The second Earl brought back several paintings from... Mr. Pamuk... Let me come to you tonight.

Please.

I can't think what I've said that has led you to believe...

Please.

I don't know when we will meet again, so let it be tonight.

Mr. Pamuk, I will not repeat your words to my father, since I should hate to see you cast out into the darkness.

But can we agree to consider them unsaid?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall rejoin my mother and sisters.

(door opening) You must be mad.

I am.

I'm in the grip of madness.

Please leave at once or I'll... Or you'll what?

I'll scream.

No, you won't.

I'll ring the bell, then.

And who's on duty now?

The hall boy?

Will you really let him find a man in your bedroom?

What a story.

Do you have any idea what you're asking?

I'd be ruined if they even knew we'd had this conversation, let alone if... What?

Don't worry.

You can still be a virgin for your husband.

Heavens, is this a proposal?

Alas, no.

I don't think our union would please your family.

I'm afraid not.

Nor mine.

But a little imagination.

You wouldn't be the first.

You and my parents have something in common.

Oh?

You believe I'm much more of a rebel than I am.

Now, please go.

I'm not what you think I am.

If it's my mistake, if I've led you on, I'm sorry, but I'm not.

You are just what I think you are.

No, I've never done anything.

Of course not.

One look at you would tell me that.

Oh, my darling.

Won't it hurt?

Is it safe?

Trust me.

He's dead.

I think he's dead.

No, I'm sure he's dead.

But how?

We were together and...

He's dead.

In your room?

We've got to get him back to his own bed.

But how?

It's in the bachelor's corridor, miles from my room.

Could we manage him between us?

He weighs a ton.

I can hardly shift him at all.

We'll need at least one other.

What about Bates?

He couldn't lift him.

William can't keep a secret and Thomas wouldn't try to.

We've got to do something.

Then who else has as much to lose as you if it ever gets out?

Not Papa.

Please don't say Papa.

I couldn't bear the way he'd look at me.

No, not His Lordship.

What happened?

I don't know.

A heart attack, I suppose.

Or a stroke.

Or...

He was alive and suddenly he cried out.

And then he was dead.

But why was he here at all?

Did he force himself on you?

Well, we can talk about that later.

Now, we must decide what to do for the best.

There's only one thing we can do.

I couldn't.

It's not possible.

If you don't, we will figure in a scandal of such magnitude it will never be forgotten until long after we're both dead.

I'll be ruined, Mama.

Ruined and notorious, a laughingstock, a social pariah.

Is that what you want for your eldest daughter?

Is it what you want for the family?

We must cover him up.

CORA: Hurry, the servants will be up soon.

ANNA: We've got time.

Oh!

Mama!

Sorry.

I can't make his eyes stay shut.

Leave that and come away.

He was so beautiful.

Her Ladyship's right.

We must get back to our rooms.

I feel now that I can never forgive what you have put me through this night.

I hope in time I will come to be more merciful.

But I doubt it.

You won't tell Papa?

Since it would probably kill him and certainly ruin his life, I will not.

But I keep the secret for his sake, not for yours.

Yes, Mama.

Anna...

I will not insult you by asking that you also conceal Lady Mary's shame.

Let us go.

(knocking) I imagine you've heard what's happened.

Yes.

Terrible thing.

Awful.

Ghastly for your parents.

I don't suppose I shall ever make it up to them.

But it wasn't your fault.

I brought him here.

If it isn't my fault, whose is it?

I was wondering if you might show me the gardens before I go?

We could get some fresh air.

I won't, if you'll forgive me.

I ought to stay and help Mama.

Of course.

I am so sorry about all this.

I've told your father I'll deal with the embassy.

There won't be any more annoyance for you.

Thank you.

Actually, he was a terribly nice fellow.

I wish you could have known him better.

I took him on as a duty, but I liked him more and more, the longer I knew him.

Perhaps you saw his qualities for yourself.

(sobbing) Which, obviously, you did.

I had an uncle who went like that.

Finished his cocoa, closed his book and fell back dead on the pillow.

I don't think Mr. Pamuk bothered with cocoa much, or books.

He had other interests.

I meant you can go just like that.

With no reason.

That's why you should treat every day as if it were your last.

Well, we couldn't criticize Mr. Pamuk where that's concerned.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Careful with that.

Gwen, are you busy?

Your Ladyship?

I saw this.

It came out yesterday.

Look.

It's for a secretary at a new firm in Thirsk.

See?

Well, I don't understand.

How did you know?

That you want to leave?

Carson told my father.

And you don't mind?

Why should I?

I think it's terrific that people make their own lives.

Especially women.

Write to them today, and name me as your reference.

I can give it without ever specifying precisely what your work here has been.

M'lady...

Thank you.

EVELYN: Lady Grantham?

I've come to say goodbye.

They're bringing the car round to take me to the station.

Have you said goodbye to Mary?

I have.

Will we be seeing you here again?

Nothing would give me more pleasure, but I'm afraid I am a little busy at the moment and... (sighs) I wonder if I might risk embarrassing you, because I should like to make myself clear.

The truth is, Lady Grantham, I am not a vain man.

I do not consider myself a very interesting person.

But I feel it's important that my future wife should think me so.

A woman who finds me boring could never love me, and I believe marriage should be based on love.

At least at the start.

Thank you for your faith in me, Mr. Napier.

Your instincts do you credit.

Good luck to you.

Did Mr. Napier get off all right?

He did, my lord.

And poor Mr. Pamuk has been taken care of?

We got Grassbys from Thirsk in the end.

They're very good and they didn't mind coming out on a Sunday.

Is everyone all right downstairs?

Well, you know.

He was a handsome stranger from foreign parts one minute, and the next he was as dead as a doornail.

It's bound to be a shock.

Of course.

Upstairs or down.

It's been horrid for the ladies.

And for the female staff, I expect.

It's particularly hard on the younger maids.

Indeed.

Don't let the footmen be too coarse in front of them.

Thomas likes to show off, but we must have a care for feminine sensibilities.

They are finer and more fragile than our own.

(grunting in pain) Mr. Bates?

I am going to have to insist that you tell me what is the matter.

I thought it was for Mr. Carson to give me orders.

Mr. Carson's no better than any other man when it comes to illness.

Now tell me what it is and I'll see what I can do.

It's nothing.

Truly.

I've twisted my bad leg and walked on it too soon.

It'll be fine in a day or two.

Well, if it isn't, I'm sending for the doctor.

CARSON: The Dowager Countess.

Oh, my dears.

Is it really true?

I can't believe it!

Last night he looked so well!

Of course it would happen to a foreigner.

It's typical.

Don't be ridiculous.

I'm not being ridiculous.

No Englishman would dream of dying in someone else's house.

Especially someone they didn't even know.

SYBIL: Oh Granny, even the English aren't in control of everything.

Well, I hope we're in control of something, if only ourselves.

MARY: But we're not.

Don't you see that?

We're not in control of anything at all!

Edith, go and tell Mary to come back at once and apologize to her grandmother.

VIOLET: No, leave her alone.

She's had a shock.

We all have.

Just let her rest.

Ah, just the ticket.

Nanny always said sweet tea was the thing for frayed nerves.

Though why it has to be sweet I couldn't tell you.

What did you mean, Mr. Pamuk lived each day as if it were his last?

What I said.

But how did you know?

I can't keep William waiting.

Gangway.

I'll be asking the same question later so you'd better have an answer ready.

Daisy, where have you hidden the flour?

I can't see it anywhere.

You're all in a daze today.

What a horrible, horrible day.

You'll be glad to see the end of it.

Poor Mr. Pamuk.

I keep thinking of his parents.

He had such a brilliant future ahead of him.

Death is all we can rely on.

I suppose Mr. Napier will have to manage everything.

I suppose he will.

We all thought him a very nice gentleman.

Yes, he is nice.

Will we be seeing a lot of him?

I don't expect so, no.

Because we rather hoped Lady Mary might have taken a shine to him.

It seems not.

Oh, well.

There are plenty more fish in the sea than ever came out of it.

Are you looking for something?

Lady Mary?

I just wanted to make sure the room had been tidied up after the... after the people had left.

Life can be terribly unfair, can't it?

It certainly can.

Everything seems so golden one minute, then turns to ashes the next.

Can I ask you a question, Carson?

Have you ever felt your life was somehow... slipping away?

And there was nothing you could do to stop it?

I think everyone feels that at one time or another.

The odd thing is I feel, for the first time, really...

I understand what it is to be happy.

It's just I know that I won't be.

Don't say that, m'lady.

Don't raise the white flag quite yet.

You can still be mistress of Downton.

Old Lady Grantham hasn't given up the fight, not by a long chalk.

Oh, that.

I wasn't even thinking about that.

And if I may say so, m'lady, you're still very young.

Am I?

I don't feel it.

We're all behind you, m'lady.

The staff.

We're all on your side.

Thank you, Carson.

You've always been so kind to me.

Always.

From when I was quite a little girl.

Why is that?

Even a butler has his favorites, m'lady.

Does he?

I'm glad.

ANNA: Lady Mary?

Oh, m'lady, I thought... Carson and I were just making sure that everything was ship-shape and Bristol fashion.

And it is.

Good night, Carson.

Good night, m'lady.

Of all the men on earth-- I mean, he looked so fit.

Dr. Clarkson said it was a heart attack.

Did you see any signs?

I didn't have much of a chance to study the gentleman.

You don't suppose there's anything sinister in it, do you?

Every day the papers warn us of German spies, and they did say his presence was essential for peace in Albania.

I doubt it, m'lord.

Anyone wanting to poison his food would have to get past Mrs. Patmore.

(scoffs) Blimey, that's a thought.

Unless, of course, she's a spy herself.

I wish you'd tell me what's wrong, Bates.

You'll be in no trouble; I only want to help.

I know that, Your Lordship, and I am grateful.

Truly.

But there is nothing I need help with.

Good morning, Mrs. Hughes.

Good morning, m'lord.

I wonder if you... Now will you kindly explain what in heaven is going on?

I'm perfectly well, Mrs. Hughes.

A bit stiff, that's all.

Just so long as you know I'm not leaving until you tell me.

I hope you have a strong stomach.

Oh, my God.

Cousin Mary.

Hello.

Are we expecting you?

No, but I wanted to see you.

I looked for you yesterday at church.

I wasn't feeling up to it.

None of us were.

It must have been a horrible shock.

Yes.

And he seemed a nice fellow.

He was.

A very nice fellow.

So, if there's anything I can do, please ask.

There isn't.

But thank you.

Well, here goes.

Do you not think we ought to say a few words?

What?

Good riddance?

That and your promise.

Very well.

I promise I will never again try to cure myself.

I will spend my life happily as the butt of others' jokes and I will never mind them.

We all carry scars, Mr. Bates, inside or out.

You're no different to the rest of us.

Remember that.

I will try to.

That I do promise.

MRS. HUGHES: Good riddance!

So he definitely went in?

I saw him walk through the door.

But you don't know if he went back to his own room.

Yes, I do, 'cause I was the one who found him there the next day.

What I mean is you don't know if he went back under his own steam.

I suppose not, but how else would he have done it?

That's what they call the "big question."

You wanted to see the new chauffeur, m'lord.

Yes, indeed.

Please send him in.

Come in, come in.

Good to see you again.

Branson, isn’t it?

That’s right, your lordship.

I hope they've shown you where everything is and we’ve delivered whatever we promised at the interview.

Certainly, m’lord.

Won’t you miss Ireland?

Ireland, yes, but not the job.

The mistress was a nice lady, but she only had one car and she wouldn't let me drive it over 20 miles an hour.

So it was a bit... well, boring, so to speak.

(laughs) You’ve got a wonderful library.

You’re very welcome to borrow books, if you wish.

Really, m’lord?

Well, there's a ledger over there that I make everyone use, even my daughters.

Carson and Mrs. Hughes sometimes take a novel or two.

What are your interests?

History and politics, mainly.

Heavens.

ROBERT: Carson, Branson is going to borrow some books.

He has my permission.

Very good, m’lord.

BRANSON: Is that all, m’lord?

It is.

Off you go and good luck.

He seems a bright spark after poor old Taylor.

And to think Taylor’s gone off to run a tea shop.

I cannot feel it will make for a very restful retirement, can you?

I would rather be put to death, m'lord.

Quite so.

Thank you, Carson.

How about some house parties?

She's been asked to one next month by Lady Anne McNair.

Terrible idea.

She doesn’t know anyone under a hundred.

I might send her over to visit my aunt.

She could get to know New York.

Oh, I don't think things are quite that desperate.

Poor Mary.

She’s been terribly down in the mouth lately.

She was very upset by the death of poor Mr. Pamuk.

Why?

She didn't know him.

One can't go to pieces at the death of every foreigner.

We'd all be in a state of collapse whenever we opened a newspaper.

Oh no, of course Mary's main difficulty is that her situation is unresolved.

I mean, is she an heiress or isn’t she?

The entail’s unbreakable.

Mary cannot inherit.

No.

What we need is a lawyer who's decent and honor-bound to look into it.

I...

I think perhaps I know just the man.

I hate to go behind Robert's back.

That is a scruple no successful wife can afford.

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