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(telegraph clicking)

(whistle blows)

(whistle blows)

(telegraph signal beeping)

Oh, my God!

That's impossible.

I'll take it
up there now.

Don't be stupid.

None of them
will be up for hours,

and what difference
will it make?

Jimmy'll do it
when he comes in.

(birds chirping)

DAISY:
Six o'clock!

Thank you, Daisy.

Anna?

(groans)

Just for once in my life,

I'd like to sleep
until I woke up natural.

Is your fire still in?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

Ooh, my, my, will wonders
never cease?

Have you laid the servant's
hall breakfast?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

And finished blacking
that stove?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

What about
the bedroom fires?

All lit,
Mrs. Patmore.

Right, well, take your things

and get started on the fires
on the ground floor.

Now hurry up.

Any sign of William?

No.

Where have you been?

I'm not late, am I?

You're late when I say
you're late.

Daisy?

Whatever are you doing there,
crouching in the dark?

You weren't here,
and I didn't like

to touch the curtains
with my dirty hands.

Quite right, too.

Why didn't you put
the lights on?

I daredn't.

It's electricity,
not the devil's handiwork.

You'll have to get used
to it sooner or later.

At Skelton Park, they've
even got it in the kitchens.

What for?

(knock at door, door opens)

Breakfast is ready, Mr. Carson.

Ah, William,
any papers yet?

They're late.

They certainly are.

Get the board out, so you can do
them as soon as they're here.

Is the library tidy?

ANNA:
Yes, Mrs. Hughes.

Good.

I want the dining room given
a proper going over today.

You can do it when they've
finished their breakfast.

Oh, heavens, girl.

You're building a fire,
not inventing it.

How many have you done?

This is me last
till they come downstairs.

Very well.

Now get back down to the
kitchens before anyone sees you.

(bicycle bell dings)

(ringing)

And they're off.

No rest for the wicked.

Lady Mary.
Are the tea trays ready?

All ready, Mrs. Patmore.

If the water's boiled.

Could you give us a hand
to take the other two up?

I've got Her Ladyship's
to carry.

(bell rings)
The papers at last.

William?

WILLIAM:
You're late.

Yeah, I know, but...

But what?

You'll see.

Do the Times first.

He only reads that
at breakfast.

And the Sketch
for Her Ladyship.

You can manage the others
later, if need be.

Why are their papers ironed?

What's it to you?

To dry the ink,
silly.

We wouldn't want His Lordship's
hands to be as black as yours.

(several bells ringing)

Mr. Carson.

I think you ought
to see this.

I can't make myself believe it.

MRS. PATMORE:
Me neither.
His Lordship's dressed.

William!

Will you stop talking
and take this kedgeree up.

And mind
the burners are still lit.

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

Is it really true?

'Fraid so.

Nothing in life is sure.

Good morning, Carson.

Good morning, m'lord.

Is it true what they say?

I believe so, m'lord.

I'm afraid we'll know
some people on it.

I don't suppose there are
any lists of survivors yet.

I understand most of the ladies
were taken off in time.

You mean the ladies
in first class?

God help the poor devils
below decks.

On their way to a better life.

What a tragedy.

When Anna told me, I thought
she must have dreamt it.

Do we know anyone
on board?

Your mother knows the Astors...
at least she knows him.

We dined with Lady Rothes
last month.

There are bound to be others.

I thought it was supposed
to be unsinkable.

Every mountain is unclimbable
until someone climbs it.

So every ship is unsinkable
until it sinks.

Good morning, Papa.

Morning.

What's that?

Just arrived.
Telegram.

Is Her Ladyship awake?

Yes, m'lord.

I'm just going to take
in her breakfast.

(knocks)
Thank you.

CORA:
Hello.

May I come in?

Isn't this terrible?

When you think how
excited Lucy Rothes was

at the prospect.

It's too awful
for any words.

Did J.J. Astor get off?

Of course that new wife of his
is bound to have been rescued.

I've had a telegram
from George Murray.

One of his partners
is in New York.

Yes?

It seems James and Patrick
were on board.

What?! They can't have been.

They weren't going over
till May.

Then they changed their plans.

They're definitely
on the passenger list.

Thank you, O'Brien.

That'll be all
for the moment.

But surely they
were picked up?

Doesn't look like it.

(breathless):
What?!

Neither of them?

You must tell Mary.

She can't hear about it
from anyone else.

Neither of them
were picked up.

That's what he said.

Mr. Crawley and Mr. Patrick?

That's what he said.

Her Ladyship was the color
of this cloth.

Well, it's a terrible shame
if it's true.

It's worse than a shame.

It's a complication.

GWEN:
Well, what do you mean?

What do you think?

Mr. Crawley was
His Lordship's cousin

and heir to the title.

I thought Lady Mary
was the heir.

She's a girl, stupid.

Girls can't inherit.

But now Mr. Crawley's dead,

and Mr. Patrick
was his only son.

So what happens next?

ANNA:
It's a dreadful thing.

Hello?

I've been waiting
at the back door.

I knocked but no one came.

So you pushed in.

I'm John Bates, the new valet.

The new valet?

That's right.

You're early.

Came on the milk train.

Thought I'd use the day to get
to know the place

and start tonight.

I'm Anna,

the head housemaid.

How do you do?

And I'm Miss O'Brien,
Her Ladyship's maid.

You better come
along with us.

But... how can you manage?

Don't worry about that.
I can manage.

MRS. PATMORE:
Because we've all got

our own work to do.

I can manage.

CARSON:
All right, Mrs. Hughes.

I'll take over,
thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Bates.

Welcome.

I hope your journey
was satisfactory?

It was fine. Thank you.

I am the butler at Downton.

My name is Carson.

How do you do, Mr. Carson.

This is Thomas, first footman.

He's been looking after His
Lordship since Mr. Watson left.

It'll be a relief
to get back to normal.

Won't it, Thomas?

I assume that everything is
ready for Mr. Bates's arrival?

I've put him in
Mr. Watson's old room,

though he left it in quite
a state, I can tell you.

But what about
all them stairs?

BATES:
I keep telling you,

I can manage.

Of course you can.

CARSON:
Thomas, take Mr. Bates
to his room

and show him where
he'll be working.

Thank you, everyone.

Well, I can't see
that lasting long.

Thank you, Miss O'Brien.

BATES:
Oh, yes.

I shall be comfortable here.

Does this mean I'll have to go
into full mourning?

My first cousin and his son
are almost certainly dead.

We will all be
in mourning.

No, I mean
with the other thing.

After all, it wasn't official.

If you're saying you do not wish
to mourn Patrick as a fiancé,

that is up to you.

Well, no one knew about it
outside the family.

I repeat, it is up to you.

Well, that's a relief.

There's some cedar-lined
cupboards in the attic,

for things that
aren't often worn.

Traveling clothes and such.

Mr. Watson used them to rotate
the summer and winter stuff.

I'll show you later.

What about studs and links?

Do I choose them
or does he?

Lay them out unless he asks
for something in particular.

These for a ball, these
for an ordinary dinner,

these only in London.

I'll get the hang of it.

Yeah, you'll have to.

He collects them.

BATES:
Beautiful.

Funny, our job, isn't it?

What do you mean?

The way we live
with all this.

A pirate's hoard
within our reach.

But none of it's ours, is it?

No, none of it's ours.

I can't believe I've been passed
over for Long John Silver.

You should have spoken up
when you had the chance.

Don't make the same
mistake next time.

Who says there'll be
a next time?

Is this a public holiday
no one's told me of?

ROBERT:
She was certainly reluctant
to go into mourning.

CORA:
Well, she'll have to.

We all will.

O'Brien's sorting out
my black now,

and I've told Anna to see what
the girls have that still fits.

Of course
this alters everything.

You won't try to deny it?

You must challenge
the entail now, surely.

Can't we at least wait
until we know they're dead

before we discuss it?

Don't talk as if I'm not
broken-hearted, because I am.

Of course I've never understood
why this estate must go

to whomever inherits your title.

ROBERT:
My dear, I don't make the law.

What is it?

CARSON:
The Dowager Countess
is in the drawing room.

I'll come now.

She asked for Lady Grantham.

I wonder what I've
done wrong this time.

Oh, and the new valet has
arrived, m'lord.

Has he?

Thank you, Carson.

(clears his throat)

What is it?

I am not entirely sure that he
will prove equal to the task,

but Your Lordship will be
the judge of that.

I'd better go.

Tell her about James
and Patrick.

She won't have heard.

Of course I've heard.

Why else would I be here?

Robert didn't want you to read
about it in a newspaper

and be upset.

He flatters me.

I'm tougher than I look.

I'm very sorry about
poor Patrick, of course.

He was a nice boy.

We were all so fond of him.

But I never cared for James.

He was too like his mother,

and a nastier woman
never drew breath.

Will you stay
for some luncheon?

Thank you.

I'll let Carson know.

I've already told him.

Shall we sit down?

Do you know the new heir?

Only that there is one.

He's Robert's third cousin
once removed.

I have never, to my knowledge,
set eyes on him.

Of course,
if your late husband

hadn't forced me to sign that
absurd act of legal theft!

My dear, I didn't come here
to fight.

Lord Grantham wanted
to protect the estate.

It never occurred to him
that you wouldn't have a son.

Well, I didn't.

No. You did not.

But when Patrick
had married Mary

and your grandson
been hailed as master,

honor would have
been satisfied.

Unfortunately, now...

Now a complete unknown
has the right

to pocket my money along
with the rest of the swag.

The problem is, saving your
dowry would break up the estate.

It would be the ruin

of everything Robert's
given his life to.

And he knows this?

Well, if he doesn't, he will.

Then there's no answer.

Yes, there is,
and it's a simple one.

The entail must be smashed

in its entirety

and Mary recognized
as heiress of all.

There's nothing we can do
about the title.

No, she can't have the title.

But she can have your money
and the estate.

I didn't run Downton
for 30 years to see it go,

lock, stock and barrel, to
a stranger from God knows where.

Are we to be
friends, then?

We are allies, my dear,

which can be a good deal
more effective.

CARSON:
Downton is a great house,
Mr. Bates,

and the Crawleys are
a great family.

We live by certain standards,

and those standards can
at first seem daunting.

Of course.

CARSON:
If you find yourself tongue-tied
in the presence of His Lordship,

I can only assure you
that his manners and grace

will soon help you to perform
your duties

to the best of your ability.

I know.

ROBERT:
Bates!

My dear fellow!

I do apologize.

I should have realized
you'd all be at luncheon.

CARSON:
Not at all, m'lord.

ROBERT:
Please sit. Sit, everyone.

I just want to say
a quick hello

to my old comrade-in-arms.

Bates, my dear man.

Welcome to Downton.

Thank you, sir.

I'm so sorry to have
disturbed you all.

Please forgive me.

You never asked.

Thomas, take that up!

Leave it, Daisy!

He's a grown man;

I suppose he can lift
a meat pie.

Now, put that apple tart
in the lower oven.

Oh, and take that away.

Mr. Lynch shouldn't
have left it there.

Salt of sorrel. is it?

I asked him for some to clean
the brass pots.

So put it somewhere careful.

It's poison.

It seems like a lot of food,

when you think they're
all in mourning.

Nothing makes you hungrier
or more tired than grief.

When my sister died, God rest
her soul, I ate my way

through four platefuls of
sandwiches at one sitting

and slept round the clock.

Did it make you
feel better?

Not much,
but it passed the time.

Oh, my Lord, what was
this chopped egg supposed
to be sprinkled on?

Was it the chicken?

It was.

Take it upstairs now.

I can't go in the dining room.

I should think not!

Find Thomas or William
and tell them what to do.

Get a move on, girl,
before they get back

from church.

Well, we've given them
a memorial in London

and a memorial here.

MURRAY:
I prefer memorials to funerals.

They're less dispiriting.

ROBERT:
We could hardly have held
a funeral without the bodies.

I gather they're
putting up a stone

to mark those whose
bodies were never found.

In fact, I hear the Canadians
are making quite a thing

of the Titanic cemetery.

I'm surprised at
the number they found.

You'd think the sea would
have taken more of them.

So, Murray, what
have you to tell me

about the lucky Mr. Crawley?

Nothing too terrible, I hope.

I've only made a few inquiries,

but no, there's not
much to alarm you.

Matthew Crawley is a solicitor,
based in Manchester.

Manchester?

His special field
is company law.

His mother is alive
and he lives with her.

His father, obviously, is not.

He was a doctor.

I know.

It does seem odd that my third
cousin should be a doctor.

There are worse professions.

Indeed.

Do me a favor.

This is supposed to be
sprinkled on the chicken.

But isn't there
more to go up?

Oh, please.
It won't take a moment.

Go on, then, give it here.

MURRAY:
We ought to talk about
the business of the entail.

As you know, on your death

the heir to the title
inherits everything,

except for the sums set aside

for your daughters
and your widow.

Yes.

Owing to the terms of her
settlement, this will include

the bulk
of your wife's fortune.

It has been our sole
topic of conversation

since the day
the ship went down.

MURRAY:
Of course it must seem horribly
unjust to Lady Grantham,

but that is how the law stands.

Is there really no way to detach
her money from the estate?

Even to me, it seems absurd.

Your father tied the knots
pretty tight.

I'd say it's unbreakable.

I see.

MARY:
Really, Edith,
do you have to put on

such an exhibition?

She's not.

I was supposed to be engaged to
him, for heaven's sake, not you,

and I can control myself.

Then you should be ashamed.

Oh, and don't tell me
you've not sent up the egg yet.

Oh, God, help me!

Please, God, help me.

What on earth's the matter?

Just run upstairs
to the dining room

and find William, I beg you.

I can't do that now.

You've got to!
I'll be hanged if you don't!

What?
WILLIAM:
Daisy? Is that you?

Is it the chicken in a sauce?

Or the plain chicken
with sliced oranges?

Oh, thank you,
Blessed and Merciful Lord.

Thank you.

It's the chicken
in the sauce.

I'll never do anything
sinful again, I swear it.

Not till I die.

Mr. Murray,

how lovely to see you;
do come in.

You're very kind, Lady Grantham,
but I must get back to London.

But you'll stay
for luncheon?

Thank you, but no.

I'll eat on the train.

In fact, if you'd be so good
as to ask for the motor

to be brought round?

But didn't you want
the afternoon

to talk things through?

I think we've said
everything we have to say,

haven't we, my lord?

For the time being, yes.

Thank you, Murray,
you've given me

a good deal to think about.

Mary, try to get everyone
into the dining room.

Edith, make sure old
Lord Minterne sits down.

(knock on door)

Mm-hmm.

They've all gone?

They have, thank the Lord.

What about the lawyer?

He was the first away.

Didn't even stay
for the luncheon.

I wish they'd make
their minds up.

Gwen's put clean sheets
on the Blue Room bed.

Now she'll just have
to strip it again.

Can't you leave it
for the next guest?

Well, only if you don't tell.

(chuckles)

So, has it all been settled?

No, I don't know if anything's
been settled.

There's a fellow in Manchester

with claims to the title,
I gather.

But it's all a long way
from settled.

You mustn't take it personally.

Oh, I do take it personally,
Mrs. Hughes.

I can't stand by and watch
our family threatened

with the loss
of all they hold dear.

They're not "our" family.

Well, they're all
the family I've got.

I beg your pardon.

Do you ever wish...

you'd gone another way?

Worked in a shop
or a factory?

Had a wife and children?

Do you?

I don't know.

Maybe. Sometimes.

(knock at door)

William's laid tea
in the library,

but Her Ladyship hasn't
come down.

She'll be tired.

Take a tray up to her bedroom.

Is Thomas back?

Not yet, Mr. Carson.

He asked if he could
run down the village.

I didn't see why not.

It's iniquitous.

They can't expect you
to sit by silent

as your fortune
is stolen away.

Can't they?

His Lordship'd never
let it happen.

How's Bates working out?

Well...

I don't like to say.

Only it seems unkind
to criticize a man

for an affliction, m'lady.

Even if it means
he can't do his job.

How are you settling in?

Very well, I think.

Unless Your Lordship feels
differently.

No complaints?

If I had any,

I should take them
to Mr. Carson, m'lord, not you.

(laughs lightly)

You're probably right.

And the house
hasn't worn you out,

with the endless stairs
and everything?

I like the house, m'lord.

I like it as a place to work.

What happened?

It's only the old wound.

After I left the army,
I'd a spot of bother

and just when I'd got through
that, about a year ago,

my knee started playing up.

A bit of shrapnel got left in
or something, and it moved.

But it's fine.

It's not a problem.

And you'd let me know
if you felt

it was all
too much for you?

I would.

But it won't be.

And where have you been?

The village.

To send a telegram,
if you must know.

Ooh, pardon me for living.

Well, Murray
didn't stay long.

Does Her Ladyship know
how they left it?

No.

They talked it all through on
the way back from the church.

If I was still his valet,
I'd get it out of him.

Bates won't say a word.

He will not.

I'd bet you a tanner he's
a spy in the other direction.

I wanted that job.

We were all right together,
His Lordship and me.

Then be sure to get your foot
in the door when Bates is gone.

We can't get rid of him

just because he talks
behind our backs.

There's more than one way
to skin a cat.

Perhaps she misunderstood.

No, it was quite plain.

O'Brien told her Bates
can't do the job properly.

Why was he taken on?

Oh, he was Lord
Grantham's batman.

When he was fighting
the Boers.

I know that, but even so.

I think it's romantic.

I don't.

How can a valet do
his work if he's lame?

He's not very lame.

There.

Anything else
before I go down?

No. That's it. Thank you.

Oh, I hate black.

It's not for long.

Mama says we can go into
half mourning next month.

And back to colors
by September.

It still seems a lot
for a cousin.

But not a fiancé.

He wasn't really a fiancé.

No?

I thought that was what you call
a man you're going to marry.

I was only going to marry him
if nothing better turned up.

Mary, what a horrid thing
to say!

Don't worry.

Edith would have taken him,
wouldn't you?

Yes. I'd have taken him.

If you'd given me the chance,
I'd have taken him like a shot.

I just think you should know
it's not working, Mr. Carson.

Do you mean Mr. Bates
is lazy?

Not lazy, exactly.

But he just can't carry.

He can hardly manage
His Lordship's cases.

You saw how it was

when they went up to London
for the memorial.

He can't help with
the guests' luggage neither,

and as for waiting at table,
we can forget that.

And what do you
want me to do?

It's not for me to say.

But is it fair on William
to have all the extra work?

I don't believe
you'd like to think

the house was falling below
the way things ought to be.

I would not.

That's all I'm saying.

(door opens)

I'm going down.

Coming?

In a moment. You go.

I know you're sad about Patrick,
whatever you say.

I know it.

You're a darling.

But you see, I'm not as sad
as I should be.

And that's what makes me sad.

Thank you.

(brush drops on floor)

I'll do that.

No. No, thank you, m'lord.

I can do it.

I'm sure.

I hope so, m'lord.

I hope you are sure.

Bates, we have
to be sensible.

I won't be doing you
a favor in the long run

if it's too much for you.

No matter what we've been
through, it's got to work.

Of course it has, sir.

I mean... m'lord.

Do you miss the army, Bates?

I miss a lot of things.

But you have to keep
moving, don't you?

You do indeed.

I'll show you, m'lord,
I promise.

I won't let you down.

We've managed so far,
haven't we?

Yes, we have.

Of co(sniffs)have.

(knock at door)

You look very nice.

Thank you, darling.

Did Murray make matters clearer?

Yes, I'm afraid he did.

By the way, O'Brien says

Bates is causing a lot
of awkwardness downstairs.

You may have to do
something about it.

She's always
making trouble.

Is that fair, when she hasn't
mentioned it before now?

I don't know
why you listen to her.

It is quite eccentric, even for
you, to have a crippled valet.

Please, don't use
that word.

Did he tell you he couldn't walk
when he made his application?

Don't exaggerate.

Doesn't it strike you as
dishonest not to mention it?

I knew
he'd been wounded.

You never said.

You know I don't care
to talk about all that.

Of course I understand
what it must be like

to have fought alongside
someone in a war.

Oh, you understand that, do you?

Certainly I do.

You must form the most
tremendous bonds,

even with a servant.

Really?
Even with a servant?

Oh, Robert,
don't catch me out.

I'm simply saying I fully see
why you want to help him.

But?

But is this the right way--

to employ him
for a job he can't do?

Is it any wonder if the
others' noses are put out?

I just want to give him
a chance.

Mama, I'm sorry.

No one told me
you were here.

Oh, dear, such a glare.

I feel as if I were on stage
at the Gaiety.

We're used to it.

I do wish you'd
let me install it

in the Dower House.

It's very convenient.

The man who manages
the generator

could look after yours as well.

No. I couldn't have
electricity in the house.

I wouldn't sleep a wink.

All those vapors
seeping about.

Even Cora won't have it
in the bedrooms.

She did wonder
about the kitchens,

but I couldn't see the point.

Well, before
anyone joins us,

I'm glad of this chance
for a little talk.

I gather Murray
was here today.

News travels fast.

Yes, I saw him,

and he's not optimistic that
there's anything we can do.

I refuse to believe it.

Be that as it may, it's a fact.

But to lose Cora's
fortune, to...

Really, Mama.

You know as well as I do

that Cora's fortune is not
Cora's fortune anymore.

Thanks to Papa, it is now
part of the estate,

and the estate is entailed
to my heir.

That is it.

That is all of it.

Robert, dear, I don't mean
to sound harsh...

You may not mean to,
but I bet you will.

24 years ago

you married Cora, against
my wishes, for her money.

Give it away now,

what was the point
of your peculiar marriage

in the first place?

If I were to tell you
she'd made me very happy,

would that stretch belief?

It's not why you chose her.

Above all those other girls

who could have filled
my shoes so easily.

If you must know,
when I think of my motives

for pursuing Cora, I am ashamed.

There is no need
to remind me of them.

Don't you care about Downton?

What do you think?

I have given my life to Downton.

I was born here
and I hope to die here.

I claim no career beyond
the nurture of this house

and the estate.

It is my third parent
and my fourth child.

Do I care about it?

Yes, I do care!

I hope I don't hear sounds
of a disagreement.

Is that what they call
discussion in New York?

Well, I'm glad
you're fighting.

I'm glad somebody's
putting up a fight.

You're not really fighting
Granny, are you, Papa?

ROBERT:
Your grandmother merely wishes
to do the right thing.

And so do I.

Dinner is served, m'lady.

Does anyone else keep dreaming
about the Titanic?

DAISY:
I can't get it
out of my mind.

GWEN:
Not again. Give it a rest.

Daisy, it's time to let it go.

But all them people,

freezing to death in
the midnight, icy water.

Oh, you sound like
a penny dreadful.

I expect you saw worse things
in South Africa.

Eh, Mr. Bates?

Not worse, but... pretty bad.

Did you enjoy the war?

BATES:
I don't think anyone
enjoys war.

But there are some
good memories, too.

I'm sure there are.

Mr. Bates, could you
hand me that tray?

Blast!

I'll do it.

CARSON:
The ladies are out.

We've given them coffee

and His Lordship's taken
his port to the library.

Anna, Gwen, go up
and help clear away.

CARSON:
Er, Daisy, tell Mrs. Patmore
we'll eat in 15 minutes.

I keep forgetting.

Does this go next door
or back to the kitchen?

Those go back,

but the dessert service
and all the glasses

stay in the upstairs pantry.

Put it on here.

(softly):
What is it?

Her Ladyship's told him she
thinks Mr. Bates ought to go.

She said to me,

"If only His Lordship had
been content with Thomas."

Did she really?

What are you doing up here?

It's a free country.

Well, I'm going
for my dinner.

You two can stay here plotting.

VIOLET:
So...

the young Duke of Crowborough
is asking himself to stay.

And we know why.

You hope you know why.

That is not at all the same.

You realize the Duke thinks
Mary's prospects have altered.

I suppose so.

There's no "suppose" about it.

Of course this is exactly
the sort of opportunity

that will come to Mary,

if we can only get things
settled in her favor.

Is Robert coming round?

Not yet.

To him, the risk is

we succeed in saving my money
but not the estate.

He feels he'd be betraying
his duty

if Downton were lost
because of him.

Well, I'm going to write
to Murray.

He won't say anything different.

Well, we have to start
somewhere.

Our duty is to Mary.

(sighs)

Well, give him a date for
when Mary's out of mourning.

No one wants to kiss
a girl in black.

EDITH:
Oh, do stop
admiring yourself.

He's not marrying you
for your looks.

That's if he wants
to marry you at all.

He will.

I think you look beautiful.

Thank you, Sybil, darling.

CORA:
We should go down.

They'll be back from the station
at any moment.

CORA:
Let's not gild
the lily, dear.

And Mary, try
to look surprised.

Are you all ready?

Very well.

We shall go out to greet them.

And me, Mr. Carson?

No, Daisy, not you.

Can you manage, Mr. Bates?

Or would you rather wait here?

I want to go, Mr. Carson.

There is no obligation for
the whole staff to be present.

I'd like to be there.

Well, it's certainly
a great day for Downton,

to welcome a duke
under our roof.

Remember to help me
with the luggage.

Don't go running off.

I'll give you a hand.

Oh, we couldn't ask that,
Mr. Bates.

Not in your condition.

How long do we have to put up
with this, Mr. Carson?

Just so I know.

(dog barking)

ROBERT:
Welcome to Downton.

Lady Grantham,
this is so kind of you.

Not at all, Duke.

We're delighted you
could spare the time.

You know my daughter Mary,
of course.

Of course.
Lady Mary.
And Edith.

But I don't believe you've met
my youngest, Sybil.

Ah, Lady Sybil.

How do you do.

Come on in.

You must be worn out.

Oh, Lady Grantham,
I've a confession to make

which I hope won't cause
too much bother.

My man was taken ill just
as I was leaving, so I...

Oh, well, that won't be a
problem, will it, Carson?

Certainly not.

I shall look after
His Grace myself.

Oh, no, I wouldn't dream
of being such a nuisance.

Surely a footman.

I remember this man.

Didn't you serve me when I dined
with Lady Grantham in London?

I did, Your Grace.

Ah, there we are.

We shall do very well together,
won't we...?

Thomas, Your Grace.

Thomas.

Good.

CORA:
I hope you had
a pleasant journey.

Bates? Are you all right?

Perfectly, m'lord.

BATES:
I apologize.

Mr. Bates.

That's better.

Please, don't feel
sorry for me.

What shall we do?

What would you like to do?

I think I'd rather
like to go exploring.

Certainly.
Gardens or house?

Oh, house, I think.

Gardens are all the same to me.

Very well.

We can begin in the hall,
which is one of the oldest...

No. Not all those
drawing rooms and libraries.

Well, what, then?

I don't know.

The... the secret passages
and the attics.

It seems a bit odd,
but why not?

I'll just tell Mama.

No, don't tell your Mama.

But there's
nothing wrong in it.

No, indeed.

I'm only worried
the others will
want to join us.

Mary's settling him in.

Cora, don't let Mary
make a fool of herself.

By the way, I'll be going
up to London next week.

Do you want to open
the house?

No, no-- I'll just take
Bates and stay at the club.

I won't be more
than a day or two.

I see.

Are things progresWhat "things"?

Mmm.

It's just a regimental dinner.

It was a pity Bates spoiled
the arrival this afternoon.

He didn't spoil anything.

He fell over.

So undignified.

Carson hates that kind of thing.

I don't care what Carson thinks.

(clears his throat)

A message from the
Dowager Countess, m'lady.

She says she won't come to tea
but she'll join you for dinner.

Oh, Carson,

I hope you weren't
embarrassed this afternoon.

I can assure you the Duke very
much appreciated his welcome.

I'm glad.

Is Bates all right?

I think so, m'lord.

It must be so difficult
for you, all the same.

Don't stir.

Do you realize this is the first
time we've ever been alone?

Then you've forgotten when I
pulled you into the conservatory

at the Northbrooks'.

How sad.

No, I haven't.

It's not quite the same

with 20 chaperones hiding
behind every fern.

And are you pleased to be
alone with me, m'lady?

Oh, dear, if I
answer truthfully,

you'll think me
rather forward.

I don't think we should pry.

It feels rather...
disrespectful.

Nonsense.

It's your father's house,
isn't it?

You've a right to know
what goes on in it.

Where does this lead?

To the men's quarters.

With the lock
on the women's side.

Only Mrs. Hughes is
allowed to turn it.

Mrs. Hughes...

and you.

In here?

A footman, I imagine.

(opening drawer)

Should you do that?

Why not?

I'm... I'm making a study
on the genus "footman."

I seek to know
the creature's ways.

(dooSomeone's coming.ay)

Can I help you, m'lady?

We were just exploring.

Were you looking for Thomas,
Your Grace?

No.

As Lady Mary said,
we've just been exploring.

Would you care to explore
my room, m'lady?

Of course not, Bates.

I'm sorry to have
bothered you.

We were just going down.

Why did you apologize
to that man?

It's not his business
what we do.

I always apologize
when I'm in the wrong.

It's a habit of mine.

The plain fact is Mr. Bates,
through no fault of his own,

is not able to fulfill the
extra duties expected of him.

He can't lift,
he can't serve at table,

he's dropping things
all over the place.

On a night like tonight, he
should act as a third footman.

As it is, m'lord, we may have to
have a maid in the dining room.

Cheer up, Carson.

There are worse things
happening in the world.

Not worse than a maid
serving a duke.

So you're quite determined?

It's a hard decision, Your
Lordship, a very hard decision,

but the honor of Downton
is at stake.

Don't worry, Carson.

I know all about hard decisions

when it comes to
the honor of Downton.

Don't I, boy?

MRS. HUGHES:
William, you mustn't let
Thomas take advantage.

He's only a footman,
same as you.

It's all right, Mrs. Hughes.

I like to keep busy.

Takes your mind off things.

What things have you got
to take your mind off?

If you're feeling homesick,

there's no shame
in it.

No.

It means you come
from a happy home.

There's plenty of people
here would envy that.

Yes, Mrs. Hughes.

Will that be all, m'lord?

Yes...

That is, not exactly.

Have you recovered from
your fall this afternoon?

I'm very sorry
about that, m'lord.

I don't know what happened.

The thing is, Bates,

I said I would give
you a trial and I have.

If it were only
up to me...

It's this question
of a valet's extra duties.

You mean waiting at table
when there's a large party?

That, and carrying things.

And...

You do see that Carson can't
be expected to compromise

the efficiency of his staff?

I do, m'lord.

Of course I do.

Might I make
a suggestion?

That when an extra footman
is required,

the cost could come
out of my wages.

Absolutely not.

I couldn't possibly allow that.

Because I am very eager
to stay, m'lord.

Very eager indeed.

I know you are.

And I was eager
that this should work.

You see, it is unlikely that
I should find another position.

But surely in a smaller house,
where less is expected of you?

It's not likely.

I mean to help
until you find something.

I couldn't take
your money, m'lord.

I can take wages for a job done,
that's all.

Very good, m'lord.

I'll go at once.

There's no need to rush
out into the night.

Take the London train tomorrow.

It leaves at nine.

You'll have
a month's wages, too.

That I insist on.

It's a bloody business, Bates,

but I can't see
any way round it.

I quite understand, m'lord.

CORA:
I'm afraid we're rather

a female party tonight, Duke.

But you know what it's like
trying to balance numbers

in the country.

A single man outranks
the Holy Grail.

No, I'm terribly flattered
to be dining en famille.

What were you and Mary doing
in the attics this afternoon?

SYBIL:
I expect Mary was just showing
the Duke the house.

Weren't you?

Are you a student
of architecture?

Absolutely.

VIOLET:
Then I do hope you'll come
and inspect

my little cottage.

It was designed by Wren
for the first Earl's sister.

The attics?

EDITH:
Yes.

Mary took the Duke
up to the attics.

Whatever for?

CORA:
Why was this, dear?

We were just
looking around.

EDITH:
Looking around?

What is there to look at
but servants' rooms?

What was the real reason?

Don't be such
a chatterbox, Edith.

I think we'll go through.

I still don't understand...

Will you hold your tongue!

How long do you think
they'll be?

I'm starving.

Have you settled
the ladies?

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Then it won't be long
once they go through.

DAISY:
Do you think he'll speak out?

Do you think we'll have
a duchess to wait on?

Imagine that!

You won't be "waiting"
on her, whatever happens.

CARSON:
There is no reason

why the eldest daughter and
heiress of the Earl of Grantham

should not wear a duchess's
coronet with honor.

Heiress, Mr. Carson?

Has it been decided?

It will be, if there's
any justice in the world.

Well, we'll know soon enough.

What are you doing, Anna?

I thought I'd take something up
to Mr. Bates,

him not being well enough
to come down.

You don't mind, do you,
Mrs. Hughes?

I don't mind.

Not this once.

No, take him
whatever he might need.

CARSON:
Mr. Bates is leaving

without a stain
on his character.

I hope you all observe that
in the manner of your parting.

WILLIAM:
I don't see why he has to go.

I don't mind doing
a bit of extra...

It's not up to you.

I'll take care
of His Lordship,
shall I, Mr. Carson?

Not while you're looking
after the Duke, you won't.

I'll see to
His Lordship myself.

(Bates crying softly)

Mr. Bates!

Are you there?

I brought something up.

In case you were hungry.

That's very kind.

I'm ever so sorry
you're going.

I'll be all right.

Of course you will.

There's always a place
for a man like you.

Oh, yes.

Something will turn up.

Tell us when you're fixed.

Just... drop us a line.

Else I'll worry.

Well, we can't have that.

(sniffs)

We must go and let
the servants get in here.

I should be grateful if we
could stay just a minute more.

I have something to ask you.

I was terribly sorry
to hear about your cousins.

You said.

Did you know them?

Not well.

I used to see Patrick
Crawley at the odd thing.

I imagine it will mean
some adjustments for you all.

To lose two heirs
in one night is terrible.

Indeed, it was terrible.

Awful.

But then again,
it's an ill wind.

At least Lady Mary's prospects
must have rather improved.

Have they?

Haven't they?

I will not be coy

and pretend I do not
understand your meaning,

though you seem very informed on
this family's private affairs.

But you ought perhaps to know

that I do not intend
to fight the entail.

Not any part of it.

You can't be serious.

It pains me to say it,
but I am.

You'll give up
your entire estate,

your wife's money
into the bargain,

to a perfect stranger?

You won't even
put up a fight?

I hope he proves to be perfect,
but I rather doubt it.

Very odd thing to joke about.

No odder than
this conversation.

So there you have it.

But Mary will still have
her settlement,

which you won't
find ungenerous.

(coughs)

I'm... I'm sorry?

I only meant that her portion
when she marries

will be more than respectable.

You'll be pleased,
I promise you.

Oh, heavens.

I hope I haven't given
the wrong impression.

You know very well the
impression you've given.

My dear Lord Grantham...

Don't "my dear
Lord Grantham" me!

You knew what you were
doing when you came here.

You encouraged Mary,
all of us, to think...

Forgive me, but I came
to express my sympathies

and my friendship.

Nothing more.

Lady Mary is a charming person.

Whoever marries her
will be a lucky man.

He will not, however, be me.

I see.

And what was it you asked me
to stay behind to hear?

I forget.

Aren't you coming
into the drawing room?

I'm tired.

I think I'll
just slip away.

Please make my excuses.

I'm afraid I've
worn you out.

Tomorrow, we can just...

I'm leaving
in the morning.

Good night.

Oh, you might tell
that footman...

Thomas.

Thomas-- you might
tell him I've gone up.

So he slipped the hook.

At least I'm not fishing
with no bait.

I don't believe that.

CROWBOROUGH:
Well, believe what you like.

He won't break the entail.

The unknown cousin
gets everything

and Mary's inheritance will be
the same as it always was.

How was I to know?

When the lawyer turned up,
I thought...

You weren't to.

You did the right thing
to telegraph me.

It's just not going
to come off.

So what now?

Well, you... you know
how I'm fixed.

I have to have an heiress,
if it means going

to New York to find one.

What about me?

You... you will wish me well.

You said you'd find me a job
if I wanted to leave.

And do you?

I want to be a valet.

I'm sick of being a footman.

Thomas, I don't need a valet.

I thought you were getting rid
of the new one here.

I've done it.

But I'm not sure Carson's
going to let me take over.

I want to be with you.

I just can't see it
working, can you?

We don't seem
to have the basis

of a servant-master
relationship, do we.

You came here to be with me.

Among other reasons.

And one swallow doesn't
make a summer.

Aren't you forgetting something?

What?

Are you threatening me?

Because of a youthful
dalliance?

A few... a few weeks of madness
in a London season?

You wouldn't hold that
against me, surely?

I would if I have to.

And who'd believe
a greedy footman

over the words of a duke?

If you're not careful,
you'll end up behind bars.

I've got proof.

Do you mean these?

You know, my mother's
always telling me

never put anything
in writing,

and now, thanks to you,
I never will again.

How did you get them,
you bastard?

Don't be a bad loser, Thomas.

Go to bed.

Unless you want to stay.

(soft knock at door)

I think I'll turn in.

No big announcement, then?

No, nor likely to be.

He's off on the 9:00 train.

He never is!

And when we've had a turkey
killed for tomorrow's dinner!

I wonder what she did wrong.

She did nothing wrong.

Not from the way His
Lordship was talking.

So His Grace turned out
to be graceless?

Good night, Mrs. Hughes.

Good night, Mr. Carson.

(door closes)

If you knew
that was your decision,

why put Mary through it?

But I didn't know
it was my decision,

my final decision,
until tonight.

But I find I cannot ruin the
estate or hollow out the title

for the sake of Mary, even
with a better man than that.

I try to understand;
I just can't.

Why should you?

Downton is in my blood
and in my bones.

It's not in yours.

And I can no more be the
cause of its destruction

than I could betray
my country.

Besides, how was I to know

he wouldn't take her
without the money?

Don't pretend to be a child
because it suits you.

Do you think she would
have been happy

with a fortune hunter?

She might have been.

I was.

Have you been happy?

Really?
Have I made you happy?

Yes.

That is, since you fell
in love with me.

Which, if I remember correctly,

was about a year
after we were married.

Not a year.

Not as long as that.

But it wouldn't have
happened for Mary.

Why not?

Because I am so much nicer
than the Duke of Crowborough.

I'll be the judge of that.

Just don't think I'm going
to let it rest, Robert.

I haven't given up,
by any means.

I must do what my
conscience tells me.

So must I.

And I don't want you
to think I'll let it rest.

(birds twittering)

My lord, would it
be acceptable

for Bates to ride
in front with Taylor?

Otherwise, it means
getting the other car out.

He and His Grace are
catching the same train.

Perfectly acceptable.

And if His Grace doesn't
like it, he can lump it.

You've been so kind,
Lady Grantham.

Thank you.

Good-bye, Duke.

You'll make my farewells
to your delightful daughters?

They'd have been down

if they'd known you
were leaving so soon.

Alas, something's come up

which has taken me
quite by surprise.

Obviously.

Well, Grantham,
this has been

a highly enjoyable
interlude.

Has it?

And I feared it had proved
a disappointment.

Not at all,
not at all.

A short stay in
your lovely house

has driven away my cares.

TAYLOR:
We ought to go, my lord, if His
Grace is to catch the train.

Good-bye, Bates.

And good luck.

Good luck to you, m'lord.

(car engine starts up)

Wait!

Get out, Bates.

CROWBOROUGH:
I really mustn't be late.

Get back inside.

And we'll say no more about it.

(car drives off)

It wasn't right, Carson.

I just didn't think
it was right.

First post, ma'am.

Thank you, Ellen.

One for you.

Thank you, Mother.

-It's from Lord Grantham
-Really?

What on earth does he want?

He wants to change our lives.