All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S01E03.Episode.3.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

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?

(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.

(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?

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)

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.

Mr. Bates?

What's the matter?

Nothing.
Not a thing.

I'm fine.

Let me help you.

I'm perfectly all right,
thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

Are you sure?

You're as white
as a sheet.

That's my wonderful complexion,
inherited from my Irish mother.

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.

It's just there, Mrs. Patmore.

Well, fetch it to me then.

You're all in a daze today.

Do you think we should
have gone up there?

To see how they are?

I sent a note, but I thought
I'd be in the way.

Why?

I thought Mary was rather struck
with him last night, didn't you?

Well, it must have been
frightful for all of them.

But there it is.

In the midst of life
we are in death.

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."

I don't want to get in
any trouble over this.

Don't worry, you won't.

Your secret's safe with me.