Captions were made with the support of NZ On Air. www.able.co.nz Able 2021 THEME MUSIC CONTINUES (MORSE CODE BEEPS) MUSIC CONTINUES (BELL DINGS) (SERVANTS CHATTER) - Mr Molesley, could you help me with this? - His Lordship is going to America. - What are you talking about? - A telegram has just arrived. He's leaving today. Something's happened to Her Ladyship's brother. - So you mean you have to go, too? - I can't leave Anna, Mrs Hughes. Not now. - How can she put me in this position? It's not fair! - I agree. - But why does your mother need me? 'Robert must be there.' Why? My being there won't make any difference. - They obviously feel it will. Maybe they don't want the Senate Committee to think Harold is some sort of wildcat driller. - And an English earl as a brother-in-law will make him respectable? - They seem to believe so. - I know plenty of relatives of English earls who belong in jail. I suppose we've made the decision. - I can't stop His Lordship from going. - Of course not. But I wonder if it's necessary for Mr Bates to go with him. It'll be very hard for Anna to lose his support at this time. - Mrs Hughes, I hope we are good employers, but even we expect to get what we pay for. Bates is in this house as His Lordship's valet. - I know that, milady, but this is a special circumstance. - Why, particularly? - It's not my secret to tell. - If you wish to enlist my help, I must know the facts. - I won't go. - I see. So you'll leave His Lordship in the lurch and probably lose your job, and all this to help me? Go home and pack. (SOMBRE MUSIC) - You are asking me to travel without a valet? - I'm asking you not to take Bates. - You do know the Americans have a correct uniform for practically every activity known to man? - But Thomas was your valet the whole time Bates was in prison. He knows how you like things done. - Well, suppose he doesn't want to go. - Why wouldn't he? It's an adventure. All those handsome stewards strutting down the boat deck. - Don't be vulgar. What do you know of such matters? - I've been married. I know everything. - But if you could just explain why Bates can't come. - I can't explain it. If I could, you would agree with me. - (DOOR OPENS) - I've found this for the shoes, milord. - I'm afraid it seems you won't be coming with me, Bates. Thomas has been selected as your deputy. - What? - Lady Mary has persuaded me you're more needed here, though why I couldn't tell you. I'd better get on. Your grandmother will arrive shortly, if she hasn't already. - What have they told you? - That Anna was... attacked by some ruffian who'd broken in. - While I sat upstairs, enjoying the music. - It's not your fault, Bates. It wasn't hers, but it wasn't yours. - Thank you. I thought I'd come to wish Lord Grantham good luck on his journey. - He's upstairs getting ready, my lady. - Everyone else is in the library. - Oh, Rose, my dear. (COUGHS) I wonder` I wonder if I might please have a glass of water? Thank you. (COUGHS) - TOM: Judging how things are going, he can manage very well. - Oh. Are we disturbing the conclave? - We're just discussing the pigs. - Ah! The arrival of the pigs and the departure of their master. - It's sad Lord Grantham has to miss it. - Are the pigs a good idea, Mr Blake? - It's a good idea for estates like this to maximise and diversify. The question is whether or not Lord Grantham and Lady Mary fully appreciate what they're taking on. - Oh. You ask as if the answer were no. - Mr Blake is not under Mary's spell. - (DOOR OPENS) - Oh... - Mrs Crawley. - Morning. - Good morning. - Your water, my lady. - (COUGHS) Thank you, Carson. - Are you feeling hot? I am. I've just walked up from the village. - (CLEARS THROAT) I am a bit hot, but I didn't walk. - I envy you. - Well, I'm not sorry. I can say that. - How do you know you'll get a ship? - Oh, there's always empty cabins. Sure we'll find something. - Oh, I wish it were me. - Wouldn't you miss Ivy? - Nothing's gonna come of that. It were a waste of money and effort. - I'm sure something's just around the corner. - Well, I wish it'd get a move on, or I might do something stupid. - (CHUCKLES) Well, when I get back, I want to find you happy and healthy and courting a girl from the village. Now, come on, let's go up. You can wish me luck. - Oh, darling, I do think your going to rescue my hopeless brother is an act of real love, and I cherish you for it. - That'll keep me warm as I cross the raging seas. - Good. Now kiss me. - Lady Grantham says we can stay till we're done. But it'll be a few weeks more. I hope you don't mind. - Not if you make yourselves useful. - We will. - Try to be strong, my darling. - I will. - Gregson must be out there somewhere. I wish you'd let me send a private detective. - There's no point. His firm's already done all that, to no avail. - Well, if there's anything you want us to do, Mama will give you whatever you need. Goodbye, Mama. - Goodbye, my dear. Try not to let those Yankees drive you mad. (COUGHS) - Mary? Why so preoccupied? - Am I? I'm afraid my mind is on other things. Anyway, goodbye, Papa, and please try to enjoy yourself. - Good luck with the pigs. - Hm. - Rose, I leave you in charge of fun. - Oh. Mission understood, Captain. - Goodbye, Isobel. Bye, Tom. Look after all my womenfolk, including Isis. Especially Isis. - I'll try my best. - Goodbye, Miss Baxter. I look forward to a full report when I get back. Why am I going instead of Mr Bates? - I don't know. - No, but that's what you're going to find out. - BREATHLESSLY: Oh. Well, that's a relief. - Is it? - Yes, I'm... I'm feeling rather ill. I wanted him away before I keel over. (COUGHS) - Oh, I'm sorry. Would you like me to come back with you? - That is the very last thing I would want. (COUGHS) Oh, Carson, can I have a car, please, to take me home? - Certainly, Your Ladyship. - Yes. Now. - Thank you for seeing him off. - Evelyn wanted to. But now we must go, or we'll be late. - Is it just lack of money, why these places are all failing? - Usually. But why is that? Because so few owners make the most of what an estate has to offer. So few think about income. So few are ready to adjust their way of life. - But you have to understand what these people are used to. - CHUCKLES: No. They have to understand it's time to get used to something different. They think nothing needs to change, that God will be upset if the old order is overturned. - And you don't think He will be? - No. To farm an estate is hard work, and never more than now. The owners must face up to that, or they don't deserve to keep what they have. - You look very intense. - Mr Blake was saying he finds people like you and me infuriating. - I think should point out, Charles` - We must get going, or we'll be late. * - Nice of you to drive me home. - I'm meeting the new pig man. - I do worry about your life away from the estate. Is there any? - (SCOFFS) I've no time. - What happened to your politics? - They vanished. Along with that silly chauffeur chap named Branson. - (CHUCKLES) I don't believe that. I gather the MP John Ward is coming to speak in Ripon tomorrow at the Town Hall. I could get tickets. - No, I don't think so. I'm not a fan of the Coalition as it is. And he's only here because Lloyd George thinks an election's coming. - Well, I doubt he has long, poor dear. But I don't think you're being fair to Mr Ward. Let's go. What do you say? - I'd say you'd better be nice to me, or I'll tell old Lady Grantham you called Lloyd George 'poor dear'. (BOTH LAUGH) - Would you mind if I went up to London tomorrow? - Is there news of Mr Gregson? - Well, they've pieced together a little more. He arrived in Munich and signed into his hotel. Then, that evening, he went out and never came back. - But it doesn't make any sense. What was his reason for being there? - To see the castles of King Ludwig. - But, darling, surely if he was attacked or set upon, they would have found him long ago? Oh, my dearest one, come here. (SIGHS) I don't ask you not to worry, only not quite to give up hope. Of course you must go up to London. It would do you good. - Mama, can I ask you something? You don't think I'm... bad, do you? - You can be a bit sharp-tongued every now and then. But bad? No. - Sometimes I have bad feelings. - We all have bad feelings. It's acting on them that makes you bad. - I've had a letter from Alfred. - Oh. What's he got to say for himself? - He's doing well. Some French chap with a name I can't pronounce seems to have taken a shine to him. - I don't think we need praise from the French quite yet. (CHUCKLES) - Does he mention us? - Er, (SIGHS) his father's ill, so he's coming up to visit, and he hopes to look in on his way home to see us all. - Really? - Why should you care? - She thinks it would be nice to see him, Daisy, and so it would be. - Rose? What is it? - I saw Edith on the stairs. She says she's going up to London tomorrow. So... I wondered if I could go too. - Rose, in a few months, you'll have been presented, you'll be out, and everything will be possible. - But you said yourself most girls of my age would already be presented. - (SIGHS) Why do you want to go? - Oh, just to see some old friends you'd approve of madly. And Edith's so worried about Mr Gregson. Maybe I could cheer her up. - (SIGHS) - Cousin Robert did leave me in charge of fun. - (SNORTS) - (GIGGLES) - Why is he always so superior? - He's frustrated by all the families who are giving in. The axe falls and they do nothing to fight back. - But if they can't afford to go on? - But in many cases, they could if they'd take a new approach to their inheritance instead of watching it being carted away in boxes to be sold. - He can't think we're doing that. - Well, no. But he doubts you'd fight if it came to it. - Hmm. - He says you're aloof. - Aloof? - (CHUCKLES) - Well, I hope you've stuck up for me. - Of course I did, but... well... - Go on. - Charles thinks I'm blind where you're concerned. - We should go in. - Thank you. - Has anyone told Mr Carson that tea's ready? - There was a telegram earlier. He took it up to Her Ladyship. - That means they've got the boat. - What a bonus for Mr Barrow. A trip to America out of the blue. - Pish! I wouldn't fancy it. All steaks and ketchup and 'hail fellow, well met'. - What do you know about it? - I go to the pictures too, you know. - His Lordship has secured passage on the Cameronia. They sail tomorrow, and they'll be in New York on Monday. - It's hard to credit, isn't it? - Mm. - I've robbed you of such a chance. - You've robbed me of nothing I wouldn't gladly give. - What did Mr Barrow mean about expecting a report? - Something and nothing. (LADY VIOLET COUGHS) (KNOCK AT DOOR) - Are you still awake? I was on my way to bed and something told me to put on my coat and walk over and check on you. I hope you don't... - (WHEEZES SOFTLY) (COUGHS) - How long have you been like this? - (COUGHS) I really don't feel well at all. - All right. I'm going now to fetch Doctor Clarkson, and` - Oh, no, it's too late. It's too late. - ...and I'll be back as soon as I can. - No fuss. Please! - Try and drink. I'll send your maid up with some tea and some more water. (DOOR OPENS AND CLOSES) - How was dinner? - Uphill. I'm so bored of Mr Blake's cold shoulder. - He hasn't warmed up, then? - According to Mr Napier, he finds me aloof. I'm not aloof, am I? - Do you want me to answer truthfully or like a lady's maid? - Let's move on. - I heard you persuaded His Lordship to let Mr Bates stay here, and I'm so very grateful. - Then you know Mrs Hughes asked me to intervene... and told me why. - Yes. So she said. - We still can't find out who he was? - No. He was a stranger, a... I don't know, a robber, but after... afterwards, he just ran off. - But if you described him? And ought you to see Doctor Clarkson, just to make sure? - Milady, I... I don't mind your knowing. In fact, I'm glad in a way that there's honesty between us again, but... but I can't talk about it. - Even to me? Because I want to help. You've helped me, God knows, in the past, and now I want to help you. - I can't talk about it, milady. Not even to you. - That's it. (SIGHS) I should be in bed. - Before you go ` I'm worried about Alfred coming back quite so soon. - I thought you liked the lad. - Oh, I do. Very much. But we've had such trouble with Ivy and Daisy. - We don't want it stirred up again. Can we put him off, just this once? - I don't think I've got his parents' address, if I ever had it. - SIGHS: Oh. Well, it's a shame that we're to end by mithering again. - SIGHS: Oh... (VIOLET COUGHS) - She was a bit ill this morning, but I thought it was just influenza. - No, this was never flu. Looks like bronchitis. But there is a lot of flu about, and my nurses are run off their feet. I won't be able to spare anyone` - I can do whatever needs to be done. - But she'll need proper supervision, otherwise there's a real danger it could turn into pneumonia. We'll have to hire someone to` - No, there's no need. I can manage. - There'll be no let-up. - I know. What's the treatment? - Inhalants, really. I'll bring some in the morning. The main thing is to keep her temperature down and to stop pneumonia taking hold. pneumonia taking hold. (BIRDS TWITTER) - Morning, Ivy. SOFTLY: Oh, come on. I only asked what a million men would ask. - And I only answered what a million women would answer. - He's coming this tea time. But I'll meet him off the train, give him a drink and send him on his way. - It'll be too late to send him on his way if he gets here after five. - Then I'll have to bite the bullet and put him up at the pub. - Won't he find that peculiar? - No, I don't think so. I'll tell him we're all very busy. - Say there's flu in the house and he mustn't miss out on his course. - You're quite a plotter when you want to be, aren't you? - It's a skill all women must learn. (VIOLENT COUGHING) - CORA: But are you certain? - (COUGHS, WHEEZES) - There must be something we can do. - There really isn't. I can manage very easily with help from the servants. We just have to stop it turning into pneumonia. That's the real danger. - It seems rather unfair to saddle you with it all. Why should you do it and not us? - Because I'm a trained nurse. - Why is the food... so disgusting, you know, suddenly? - She doesn't know what she's saying. - I wouldn't be too sure. - Everything she puts in my mouth is absolutely disgusting. - Well, perhaps we'd better get out of your way. - That's all I ask. I'll ring up if there's any change. - I'm disappointed, Mr Carson. I am. - Well, you don't want the flu. You can't risk missing any more of the course when you started late. - That's true. - I've booked you a room at the pub. And it's on the house. - You didn't need to do that. - I think I did. You've missed the last train. - You're very kind, Mr Carson. - We'll have a drink first. You and me, man to man. And then I'll leave you to it. (PATRONS CHATTER) - Why did Alfred change his plans? - Well, Mrs Hughes won't know, will she? - That's rather disappointing. - What d'you mean? What've you got to be disappointed about? - Thought it'd be nice to see him. - I don't know why. - Why not? - I'll tell you. Because you made his life a misery with your unkindness and your cold and vicious heart. - Steady on, Daisy. I don't think Ivy's quite deserved this. SOFTLY: Well, we know one thing. - You were right to put him off. - (SIGHS) - Well, tonight there can be no let-up. You mustn't sleep. You must not let her temperature get higher. - I want another nurse. I insist. This` This one talks too much. She's like a drunken vicar. (VIOLET MOANS) - The family took me in and kept me close when my link with them had gone. I owe them a great deal. - If you insist. I'll look in later. Ring at the slightest change. - Well, the pigs have arrived. - Oh! I'd have come if I'd known. - I looked for you. They said you'd gone to your grandmother's. But it all went off smoothly. We can walk down and see them tomorrow. - Tom, did you get the message about the tickets for the talk in Ripon? - I did. Why can't she come? - Because Mama's ill and Isobel's nursing her. - What's the thing in Ripon? - A Liberal MP is speaking. But I don't think I'll bother now. - Why? Just because we're not political, you mustn't be put off. - So you won't come with me, then? - I'd rather go to the stake. - (SNORTS) - But what sort of errands? - Oh, you know. This and that. Seeing friends, buying clothes. Errands. - I hope Sir John Bullock isn't one of your 'errands'. - He is not. - Oh, let her go, Aunt Rosamund. - All right. But you'll be back in time for dinner? - I'm sure I will. You're a darling. Taxi! - 'I'm sure I will.' What does that mean? - I don't know why Mama let her come. - Darling, please tell me what's the matter. You seem so... preoccupee lately. What do you mean you'll be out tomorrow night? - I'll be away, but I don't want Mama to know. It's not very difficult. - It is difficult for me. To be put in a position of disloyal falsehood where your parents are concerned. - You said yourself I'm a grown woman and you're not a spy. - The last time you did this, you were with your Mr Gregson, weren't you? So it can't be a repetition. - (SOBS) - Oh, my dear. My dear. (EDITH SOBS) (SMOOTH JAZZ MUSIC) (MR ROSS CHUCKLES, INDISTINCT CONVERSATION) - I'm so pleased to see you. I keep thinking you'll forget about me. - (CHUCKLES) Rose. I won't forget you. Ever. But... - But what? - Rose, I like you very much, I want you to know. - But? - Well, what can we hope to come out of all this? - (SIGHS) Can't we just be in the moment? I don't know many men like you, and you don't know many girls like me. - Ain't that the truth? - (LAUGHS) Then let's enjoy it! You know what the French say ` vive le difference! (GIGGLES) - (CHUCKLES) And do you think Lord Grantham will enjoy the 'difference'? Or Lady Mary? - You're not scared of them, are you? - No. - Good. Then you'll take me to the club tonight. But first... kiss me. Or don't you want to? - Oh, I want to. Don't you worry about that. - I'm not even sure which frightens me most. (SOBS) What may have happened to Michael or... the baby. - And... what do you propose to do? - It's... hard to say the words, but... I've decided to get rid of it. - How terrible it is to hear that. - Please don't pretend you won't be relieved when I do. - You're not being fair. I will support you whatever you decide, just as Cora will, and Robert. - That sounds like a speech from The Second Mrs Tanqueray. But you don't mean a word of it. - I do. - So I'd be welcome in your drawing room, would I? 'Have you met my niece and her charming bastard?' - I refuse to be shocked. But what will you say when Mr Gregson walks through the door with a full explanation for his silence? - Nothing. I pray he is alive, but if he is, I won't say a thing. - And you will marry him? - If he still wants me to. - So your whole life will be based on a lie? Have you thought about that? - I am killing the wanted child of a man I'm in love with and you ask me if I've thought about it? - (SNIFFLES) I assume... you'll be away for the night because you've booked into some... some... place where they will do this? How did you find it? - There was a magazine in the ladies' waiting room at King's Cross. - You do realise it is quite illegal? - Of course. - And dangerous. What will I say to your parents if it goes wrong? - You'll think of something. - (SIGHS) Very well. If you've made up your mind, I shall come with you. * - Where's Evelyn? - Dining with friends of his parents. - He telephoned earlier. And Tom's gone off to a political meeting, so I'm afraid it's just us. - Don't be afraid. - But we are afraid. How can two brainless dullards like us ever hope to entertain Mr Blake? - Mary! That sounded a little rude. - I can take it. Did the pigs arrive? - Absolutely. Although un-witnessed by me. I'll go with Tom tomorrow. - Well, I'm curious to see them, and I'll be out all day. Why don't we walk down after dinner? Lady Grantham? - You two go. I'll take it on trust. - Well, it's a nice evening. What about it? - Well, it's quite a long walk, but I don't mind, if you really want to. (SUBDUED CHATTER) - Is this seat taken? - I-I was keeping it for a friend. (APPLAUSE) - Good evening, ladies and gentlemen. I'm John Ward, and in a while, I will ask for questions, so please remember what made you indignant when you last read a newspaper. - (LAUGHTER) Are you trying to attract my attention ahead of the rest, madam? - I-I just wanted him to take this chair. - Do you know this gentleman? - No. - You just wanted to sit next to him? - (CHUCKLING) - Er, no. It was because he asked. - He asked to sit next to you? Ladies and gentlemen, we've been made privy to a very romantic story. - (CHUCKLING) - Why don't I sit down? - Of course, the question uppermost in all of your minds is ` why the split between Mr Asquith and Mr Lloyd George? Because a divided party spells electoral defeat. Well, can I say this? It doesn't have to. - He's wrong there. - Since 1910... - But you support them? - Not really. I'm a socialist. Or I was. - And in 1915... - What happened to your friend? - I don't know. It just seemed silly to keep the chair empty. - I'm glad. - ...stuck at it, because they believed in the cause. - Shh. - Of course, history teaches us that in 1910... (PIGS SNORT) - The idea is to learn from these; then, if it's going well, expand. - And you have a good pig man? - He comes highly recommended. - Well, that's important, because... - What is it? What is it? What's happening? - This one's almost dead. - What? Why? - It looks dehydrated. It's had no water. - Isn't there a water trough? - They've kicked it over. - How could this have happened? - All too easily. - (PIGS SQUEAL) Should I fetch the pig man? I could run back to the house. If only we'd brought a car. - No time for any of that. Where's the nearest clean water? - There's a water pipe in the barn. Should we drive the animals to it? - Well, that would kill them. When they've had no water for this long, you must give it to them gradually. - Wait a moment. - (PIGS SQUEAL) Oh... - I'm sorry about that earlier. - (CHUCKLES) You can't blame him for having a bit of fun. - There won't be much fun for them after the election. - Hm! What do you care? Er, if you're a socialist? - I'm not sure what I am, except a man in search of a better world. - Why did you leave Ireland? - Sometimes I ask myself that. - Will you go back? - No. - Why not? - It's a long story. I'd better go. Thanks for the seat, though. Goodnight. (WHEEZING COUGH) - Does no one care whether I live or die? - There, there. - MOANS: Oh, God. - This will make you feel better. - Hm? Compared to what? (FRANTIC MUSIC) - Oh! I'm fine. I'm fine! - Suit yourself. (PIGS SQUEAL IN DISTANCE) - (SIGHS) (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH, KEYS JANGLE) - I'm off. Oh ` well done for containing the Downton heart-breaker. - Oh. Everyone's gone to bed, but Lady Mary's still out with Mr Blake. What should I do about locking up? - I wonder what's taking the time. - Nothing. Well, nothing like that. - I should leave the front door open with the key in the lock, and they can turn it when they come in. - You're not frightened of burglars? - Mr Carson, this is England. - Hmph. - (SIGHS) (PIGS GRUNT IN DISTANCE) (BOTH PANT) - Are they going to be all right? - (SIGHS) I think so. I'll watch them for another hour and give them one more drink. But you` you should go. - I'm not going. They're my pigs. (SHIVERS) - Oh. Here. Take my coat. At least it's dry. (PIGS GRUNT IN DISTANCE) (SIGHS) (SIGHS) Not quite the evening we planned. - Ah. (SIGHS) What do I look like? - You belong in Country Life. 'Lady Mary Crawley, seen here to advantage 'relaxing at the family seat in Yorkshire.' (CHUCKLES) - Ha, ha. - (STIFLES LAUGHTER) - (SPITS) - Oh... (CHUCKLES INCREDULOUSLY) - (LAUGHS) - Where have you been? - Having such a dreamy time. Is she furious that I missed dinner? - Why can't you just fit in for once? - (SIGHS) Should I go and make my peace? - SIGHS: Goodnight, Rose. - Who'd have thought it? - I can scramble eggs, but that's about it. I suspect Carson had plans for this, but too bad. - I don't deserve such attention. - You certainly do. You've completely saved our bacon. Literally. - (CHUCKLES) - So, you're a practical farmer as well as a theoretician. Not sure I was expecting that. - (CHUCKLES) I didn't expect to see you as a cook and a water carrier. - A night of discovery. - Good discoveries. For me, anyway. - I love how they've all gone to bed, without the slightest concern about us. What did they think we were doing? - We went for a walk and vanished. Who knows what they thought? - (FOOTSTEPS APPROACH) - I'm ever so sorry, milady. - Please, don't apologise... - Ivy, milady. - ...Ivy. Well, if you're getting up, it's time for us to go to bed. Would you please tell Anna I'll ring when I'm awake? Goodnight. - Goodnight. (ENGINE IDLES) - Thank you. - Ma'am. - It's right. This is it. - It doesn't look very right. - It should say Thompson on the bell. (VEHICLE PULLS AWAY) - Well, here goes. (DOORBELL BUZZES) - If you'll wait, the doctor will be with you very soon. - As long as he is a doctor. - (INDISTINCT CONVERSATION IN BACKGROUND) - You don't have to stay. - Of course I do. Would you like a glass of water? - No, thank you. It's not that I don't love him, you know. I do love him, and I would have loved his baby. But I just... can't see over the top of this. - No. - I don't want to be an outcast. I don't want to be some funny woman living in Maida Vale people never talk about. Sybil might have brought it off, but not me. - Oh, no. I see that. - But you think I'm terribly selfish. - Please don't put words into my mouth. I don't know what I think, except that I wish it were over. - I can't go back to the nursery. Not with Mary's son and Sybil's daughter waiting there. I can't do that. I won't be able to do that. - Not for a while. - Not for ever, I don't think. (WOMAN SOBS IN DISTANCE) (DOCTOR SPEAKS INDISTINCTLY) - (INHALES SHARPLY) - The doctor's just` - I'm afraid this was a mistake. - There's no reason to` - I'm terribly sorry to waste your time, but... this is a mistake. - It seems it was a mistake. * - Why?! Why has everything changed? I've arranged things for tonight! - Then un-arrange them. - Why should I? - Because I'm telling you to. - Just do it, dear. - (GROANS) - Are you going to tell Cora? - I suppose I must do, at some stage. - If you want me to be there, let me know. I'm certain there's a way forward. Certain of it. - Well, the decision's been made now. - You've heard about our adventures? - TOM: I'm very impressed. - There you are. - I'm afraid I slept rather late. - Have you remembered Tony Gillingham's coming tonight? - What? Why? - He's driving up to fish the Spey. He asked Papa if he could stay the night. I'm sure I told you. - Did he used to be Tony Foyle? - That's right. Why? - We served together in the war. On board the Iron Duke with Jellicoe. - Were you at Jutland? - We were. - Well, you'll see him again tonight. To be honest, I telephoned and tried to put him off, but he didn't seem to want to be put off. - Don't worry. It's perfectly fine. - I gather you were the heroine of the pig drama. - So I'm not aloof now? - Not a bit. Mucking in with the best of them. Only trouble for me is that... I'm afraid it's increased the competition. (CHUCKLES) - (SIGHS) - Hello, Daisy. Hello, Ivy. - We thought you weren't coming. - Oh, Mr Carson warned me about the flu. - What flu? - Er, Mrs Patmore and I both think we're coming down with the flu, don't we? - We do, indeed, and we're wanting to spare Alfred from it if we could. - You look well enough to me. - Well, looks can be deceptive. - We're so pleased to see you. Aren't we? Daisy? Jimmy? We've missed you. - I don't know about that. - Have you really missed me, Ivy? - Oh, I have. The place isn't the same without you. Is it, Daisy? - If I thought you meant that, I'm not sure I could go. (CHUCKLES) - Hm. Which makes it all the sadder you have to. - You're right. I can't stay long. I've got to get back to London. - Hm. - I'm sorry now. I should've just come last night. Mr Carson was being over-careful. - Yes, I'm sure that's what it was. - Alfred? What are you doing here? - He` He thought he'd look in before he catches the train. - We've warned him about our flu. - SIGHS: Oh... So we've got all the trouble and a bill to pay at the pub too. - Oh, go on with you. I'm sure you don't grudge him a decent dinner. - But I do grudge him the tears and heartbreak that'll flavour my puddings for weeks to come. - Well, you've given me summat to think about, Ivy, and I will. - (SIGHS) - That's such good news, if you really are hungry. - Well, I'm` I'm not ravenous, but I wouldn't mind a piece of toast. - I'll ask straight away. - Can't you ring`? Wh`? Well, really. Doctor Clarkson, when you go, would you please take that madwoman with you? - That madwoman has refused to leave your side for the last two days and two nights, and she has not slept nor eaten since you were taken ill. - But there were` there were nurses here. No, I remember a nurse wiping my brow. - She was that nurse, Lady Grantham. - What about Cora and Mary? - They offered, but Mrs Crawley felt that she had more knowledge than they. - Yes, that has a ring of truth. - (DOOR OPENS) - I've asked them to bring up some toast and tea. - Now that Lady Grantham's a little better, it's time you had a break. - I might go home and have a bath. Shall I come back later? - W` Oh, ye` yes, dear. That would be very kind. - Good. I can stay all evening. Perhaps we can play cards. - Oh... (DOOR OPENS) - You'll be rewarded in Heaven. - The sooner the better. (COUGHS) - I think this is the right place. - Well, if it isn't Mr Gillingham! Welcome back. Pull up a chair and sit down. - I suppose you've come to shake us up again. - Will there be any more Racing Demon this time, Mr Gillingham? - Depends if you're up to it. But I expect you've all got things to do. - Miss Baxter, I wondered if you could... - If I could what? - If you could let me have some white thread. I-I seem to have run out. - Of course. - MOLESLEY: Well, go on, then, Gillingham. What've you been up to since we saw you last? Having fun and games at other people's expense? (CHUCKLES) - I'd better not tell you too much. I don't want to shock the ladies. - (LAUGHTER) - I hope you don't mind my turning up again. It's the perfect stopping point between London and Inverness. - I don't mind at all. How are you? - Well, missing you, mainly. - Sounds to me as if the needle's got stuck. - (CHUCKLES SOFTLY) - How's Mabel? - I gather Charles Blake's here. - Of course. You served together. We don't really know him, but he and Evelyn Napier are writing a report for the Government. He'll be up here for a few weeks. - Lucky devil. Well, don't get to like him better than me. - No chance of that. They're out all day, and even in the evenings we've hardly spoken, until yesterday. - Er, what happened yesterday? - Some pigs arrived, and of course, as usual, Mr Blake was... (SIGHS) Anyway, what does it matter? - EDITH: All right. Like what? - CORA: And how was Rosamund? - Tom, I can't seem to get away... - Hello, Charles. Good to see you again. - Well, this is nice. What task brings you to Yorkshire? - Nothing as meaningful as yours. What sort of report are you working on? - Oh, the current health of the landed estate. My usual stamping ground. - So, did you get everything done? - Why do you ask? - No reason. - By the time we got back, we looked as if we'd been wrestling in mud. - (CHUCKLES POLITELY) - And had you? - No. But then, it's always nice to leave something for another time. (BOTH CHUCKLE) - TOM: ...show how grateful we all are. - SIGHS: So, what are the chances for Downton? - I'd say they look bright. At least, Lady Mary and the family mean to give it everything they've got. - Well, if Mary means to give it everything she's got, then that is a very considerable gift. - I couldn't agree more. - (DOOR OPENS) - CORA: Dinner, everyone. - TOM: ...when I go round to the plantations, you should come with me. (SCRAPING) - (SPITS) (SPITS) - They said you were in here. - What can I do for you, Mrs Hughes? - Nothing. You can do nothing for me. Because I know who you are, and I know what you've done. And while you're here, if you value your life, I should stop playing the joker and keep to the shadows. - I'm afraid we were (SIGHS) a bit drunk that night, Anna and I, so you're right. We were both to blame. - No, Mr Green. You were to blame, and only you. - Does Mr Bates know? - Not that it was you. - Thank you. - Don't you dare thank me! I've not kept silent for your sake. (CLOCK CHIMES) - I think it's gin. - Oh, so it is. I'd forgotten what a good game this is. - Yes. I'd forgotten. - How long does it go on for? - Oh, ages. - Oh, goody, goody. (CHUCKLES) (DAISY EXCLAIMS INDISTINCTLY) - Oh, dear. (SIGHS) Alfred's relit the taper. - Well, to be young is to have your heart broken, in the kitchens at Downton, like everywhere else. - I've spent half the day brushing the mud out of his dinner jacket. Why can't he have his own valet instead of making work for me? Anna? - Sorry. Yes. What were you saying? - Mr Blake's evening shoes were quite a challenge, I can tell you. - I wasn't working here then. It's a pity, cos I admire Nellie Melba. I'd have loved to hear her sing. - CHUCKLES: You must be joking. - Why? I thought she had a beautiful voice. - Beautiful? Screaming and screeching as if her finger was caught in the door? I swear I couldn't take it for one more moment. - (MOLESLEY CHUCKLES) - So what did you do? - Well, I came down here for a bit of peace and quiet, that's what. Oh. Is that more of the cauliflower cheese? 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