All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S01E04.Episode.4.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(birds chirping)

GWEN:
When does it open?

BATES:
Tomorrow afternoon.

Well, let's get up a party
in the evening

if Mrs. Hughes lets us.

After we've had our dinner.

You're right.

It doesn't come often
and it doesn't stay long.

What about you, Mr. Bates?

I don't see why not.

ANNA:
Oh, there's Lady Mary.

You go on ahead.

I'll see you back at the house.

Right you are, then.

Good day, m'lady.

Is Her Ladyship all right?

Has she recovered from...

If you think
she'll ever recover

from carrying the body
of Mr. Pamuk

from one side of the
house to the other,

then you don't
know her at all.

Well, I didn't mean
"recover" exactly.

Just... get past it.

She won't do that, either.

When she dies,
they'll cut her open

and find it engraved
on her heart.

What about you?

What about your heart?

Haven't you heard?

I don't have a heart.

Everyone knows that.

Not me, m'lady.

CARSON:
You wanted to see

the new chauffeur, m'lord.

Yes, indeed.
Please send him in.

Come in, come in.

Good to see you again.

Branson, isn't it?

That's right, Your Lordship.

I hope they've shown you
where everything is?

And we've delivered whatever
we promised at the interview?

Certainly, m'lord.

Won't you miss Ireland?

Ireland, yes,
but not the job.

The mistress was a nice lady,
but she only had one car

and she wouldn't let me drive
it over 20 miles an hour.

So it was a bit...

well, boring, so to speak.

(chuckles)

You've got a wonderful library.

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

Really, m'lord?

There's a ledger over there
that I make everyone use,

even my daughters.

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

What are your interests?

History and politics, mainly.

Heavens.

Carson, Branson is going
to borrow some books.

He has my permission.

Very good, m'lord.

BRANSON:
Is that all, m'lord?

It is.

Off you go and good luck.

He seems a bright spark
after poor old Taylor.

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

I cannot feel it will make

for a very restful
retirement, can you?

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

Quite so.

Thank you, Carson.

How about
some house parties?

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

Terrible idea.

She doesn't know anyone
under a hundred.

I might send her over
to visit my aunt.

She could get
to know New York.

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

Poor Mary.

She's been terribly
down in the mouth lately.

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

Why?

She didn't know him.

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

We'd all be in a state
of collapse

whenever we opened a newspaper.

Oh no, of course
Mary's main difficulty

is that her situation
is unresolved.

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

The entail's unbreakable.

Mary cannot inherit.

No.

What we need is a lawyer
who is decent and honor-bound

to look into it.

I... I think perhaps
I know just the man.

MATTHEW:
Are you going to the fair
while it's here?

I shouldn't think so, sir.

But I don't mind it.

I like the music.

Goodness, what's happened
to your hands?

It's nothing, ma'am.

They look very painful.

Oh, no, ma'am.

Irritating more than painful.

Have you been using
anything new

to polish the silver
or the shoes?

No.

May I?

Leave him alone, Mother.

It looks like erysipelas.

You must have cut yourself.

Not that I'm aware of.

We'll walk round to
the hospital tomorrow.

Really, ma'am, it's...
I insist.

If you've got a cold,
I want you out of here.

Anna, there you are.

You know I'm out tonight?

Because I don't want to come
home to any surprises.

That'll be the day.

ANNA:
We thought we might go
to the fair later.

You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Daisy?

You ought to go.

She's been that down
in the mouth,

since the death
of poor Mr. Pamuk.

Don't say that.

MRS. PATMORE:
Well, she has.

We could all walk down together

after the servants' dinner,
if that's okay.

(sneezes)

You won't be
walking anywhere.

She's got minutes to live,
by the sound of it.

Go to bed at once.

Yes, Mrs. Hughes.

I'll bring up
a Beecham's Powder.

Right.

If there's anything
you want to ask me,

it'll need to be
before I go.

What would I want
to ask you?

I am preparing a meal

for Lord and Lady Grantham
and the girls.

No one is visiting.

No one is staying.

Well, that's settled, then.

NURSE:
I'm afraid Dr. Clarkson's out,
delivering a baby.

We don't know
when he'll be back.

No matter-- if you'll just
open the store cupboard,

I can easily find what I need.

Well, I...

You can tell the doctor

that you opened the cupboard
for the chairman of the board.

I assure you he will raise
not the slightest objection.

This should do it.

Tincture of steel.

Ten drops in water,
three times a day.

And this is
solution of nitrate of silver.

Rub a little in,
morning and night.

How long
before it's better?

Erysipelas is
very hard to cure.

We should be able
to reduce the symptoms

but that might be
all we can manage.

Oh, and you must wear
gloves at all times.

I couldn't... wait
at table in gloves.

I'd look like a footman.

You may have to.

The tincture and the salve
will help.

Try it for a week
and we'll see.

Someone to see you,
Mr. Crawley.

There's nothing in my diary.

It's Lady Grantham.

Well, in that case,
show her in at once.

Cousin Cora,
to what do I owe the...

I hope I am not
a disappointment.

I thought it might be nice
to cheer it up a bit.

Easier said than done.

Perhaps with a flower, or a bit
of veil or something?

I can find you a veil
if you like.

I hope you're not
expecting me to do it.

Not if you're busy, of course.

Good.

And Miss O'Brien, I've sent
Anna to bed with a cold.

So I need you to manage
the young ladies.

What, all three of them?

I'm not an octopus.

Why can't Gwen do it?

Because she is not
a lady's maid.

I am not a slave.

Just do it, Miss O'Brien.

Just do it!

I'll pay you the compliment

that I do not believe
you wish to inherit

just because nobody's
investigated properly.

No, but...

Nor can Murray accuse
you of making trouble,

when you are the one who will
suffer most from a discovery.

You're right that I don't wish
to benefit, at Mary's expense,

from an ignorance of the law.

Putting it bluntly,

do you think Robert has thrown
in the towel prematurely?

Good heavens,
what am I sitting on?

A swivel chair.

Oh, another modern brainwave?

Not very modern; they were
invented by Thomas Jefferson.

Why does every day involve
a fight with an American?

I'll fetch
a different one.

No, no, no, no.

I'm a good sailor.

It will depend on the exact
terms of the entail

and of the deed of gift

when Cousin Cora's money was
transferred to the estate.

That is all I ask.

To understand the exact terms.

Is Daisy going to the fair
tonight with the others?

Why don't you ask her?

She needs taking
out of herself.

What's it to you?

Nothing.

Daisy, I was hoping...

Would you like to go
to the fair with me, Daisy?

There's a few of us
going later on.

Do you mean it?

MRS. PATMORE:
Daisy! Don't let it get cold!

Come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on!

You bastard.

EDITH:
Why is Sybil having
a new dress and not me?

CORA:
Because it's Sybil's turn.

Can it be my choice this time?

Of course, darling.

As long as you choose
what I choose.

Branson, you'll be taking
Lady Sybil to Ripon tomorrow.

She'll be leaving
after luncheon.

Certainly, your ladyship.

Poor old Madame Swan.

I don't know why
we bother with fittings.

She always makes
the same frock.

What do you want her
to make?

Something new and exciting.

Heavens!
Look at the time.

Not a minute to change,

and Granny's invited
herself for dinner.

Then she can jolly well wait.

So women's rights
begin at home?

I see.

Well, I'm all for that.

(laughs lightly)

I'm just off, Mr. Carson.

According to the wine book,

we should still have
six dozen of this,

but I'm beggared if I can
find much more than four.

Look again before you jump
to any nasty conclusions.

Long time since
you last took a night off.

You don't think I ought
to stay, do you?

Certainly not. Be off with you.

And Anna's in bed with a cold,

so I'm afraid
it's all down to you.

Go.

(calliope music playing)

I thought I'd have a go
before I went home.

How about you?

Thank you.

Thank you.

Do you know if your father's
doing anything this evening?

He's not coming
to the fair.

Seriously.

Having dinner
with his family.

Could I look in afterwards?

May I ask why?

Your grandmother paid me a
visit this afternoon, and I...

Well, never mind,
but I would like to see him.

Granny came to see you?

Is it all part of
the Great Matter?

So are you enjoying
your new life?

Yes, I think so.

I know my work seems
very trivial to you.

Not necessarily.

Sometimes I rather envy you,

having somewhere to go
every morning.

I thought that made me
very middle class.

You should learn
to forget what I say.

I know I do.

How about you?

Is your life proving
satisfactory?

Apart from the
Great Matter, of course.

Women like me
don't have a life.

We choose clothes and pay
calls and work for charity

and do the Season.

But really, we're stuck in a
waiting room until we marry.

I've made you angry.

My life makes me angry.

Not you.

I never put the Sauterne on ice.

Mrs. Hughes goes out for one
night and we all fall to pieces!

THOMAS:
Mr. Carson, we wondered

if we could walk down
to the fair after dinner.

I suppose so,
but don't be too late.

Where do you think
she's gone?

None of your business.

Like most of what
goes on around here.

Well caught, that man!

Though I say it myself.

Thanks ever so.

Yes?

Well, you've cheered up a bit.

He's so agile, isn't he?

He could have been a sportsman.

Who?

Thomas, of course.

Really?

Which sport did you have
in mind?

MARY:
I ran into Cousin Matthew
in the village.

He wanted to call on you
after dinner.

Apparently,
Granny's been to see him.

Did you tell him she's
coming here this evening?

I didn't know she was.

When he arrives,
do your best

to keep her in
the drawing room.

Well, I'd like
to see you try.

(laughs)

CORA:
Don't stay too long.

Let them have an early night.

VIOLET:
Sybil, Sybil, darling,

why would you want to go
to a real school?

You're not a doctor's daughter.

But nobody learns
anything from a governess.

Apart from French
and how to curtsey.

VIOLET:
What else do you need?

SYBIL:
Well, there's...

VIOLET:
Are you thinking
of a career in banking?

SYBIL:
No, but it is
a noble profession.

CORA:
Things are different in America.

VIOLET:
I know.

They live in wigwams.

CORA:
And when they come out of them,
they go to school.

(whispering):
If you wait in the library,
I'll tell Papa you're here.

Thank you.

(people chatting,
children laughing and squealing)

(calliope music playing)

MAN:
Elsie?

It is Elsie, isn't it?

It is, though there's very few
left to call me that, Joe Burns.

Well, I'm flattered
that I'm one of them.

Where's Thomas?

I'm afraid I've let
some of the servants

go down to the fair, m'lord.

I didn't know we'd have
any visitors tonight.

ROBERT:
Well, that's all right.

They don't have much fun.
You should join them.

(clears his throat)

So, what did you say
to Mama?

I haven't spoken to her
since her visit,

but I have looked
through every source

and I can't find one reason
on which to base a challenge.

I could have told you that.

I'm not quite sure how
to phrase it when I tell her.

She shouldn't have put you
on the spot like that.

It was unkind.

I'm afraid she'll think
I've failed

because I don't want to succeed.

She will think that,
but I don't.

And nor will Cora.

Of course, it's impossible
for Mary.

She must resent me so bitterly.

I don't blame her.

Yes, it must have been hard
for you when Ivy died.

Took some getting used to.

What about your son?
Do you see much of him?

Peter?

No.

I would have given him a share
in the farm if he wanted it,

but he's joined the army.

Well, I never!

He seems happy,
but it's left me on my own.

WAITRESS:
May I take your plates then?

Thank you.

So how's life treated you?

Oh, I can't complain.

I haven't traveled,

but I've seen a bit of life,
and no mistake.

I notice you
call yourself "Mrs."

Housekeepers and cooks
are always "Mrs."

You know better than anyone
I haven't changed my name.

Well, I know you wouldn't
change it to Burns

when you had the chance.

O'BRIEN:
You shouldn't have eaten
with us.

The chauffeur always eats
in his own cottage.

Steady on.

You can cut him a bit of
slack on his second day.

I'm waiting to take
old Lady Grantham home.

Even then,
Taylor never ate with us.

You're taking advantage
of Mrs. Hughes's absence.

What are you doing?

I'm sorting the collars.

Removing the ones
that have come to an end.

What happens to His
Lordship's old clothes?

What's it to you?

Clothes are a valet's perk,
not a chauffeur's.

I get some, but most of it goes
into the missionary barrel.

I know it's meant to be kind,

but I can think of better ways
of helping the needy

than sending stiff collars
to the equator.

I thought Anna might have
come down for her dinner.

And show she's ready
to start work again?

Not a chance.

Is she still in bed, then?

She is.

While I'm sat here,

sewing like a cursed
princess in a fairy tale,

and not down at the fair
with the others.

Would you like me to ask Branson
to bring the car round, m'lady?

Where's Robert?

He can't have been drinking port
since we left.

He'd be under the table by now.

His Lordship's in the library.

VIOLET:
All alone?

Oh, how sad.

No, he's...

We can say goodbye to Papa
for you, Granny.

He's what?

He's with Mr. Crawley, m'lady.

The question is, what do I say
to Cousin Violet?

Oh, don't worry about that.

I can handle her.

VIOLET:
Really?

Well, if you can,

you must have learned to
very recently.

(knock at door)

(knock at door)

Anna?

Mr. Bates?

Can you open
the door?

(quietly):
I daren't.

No one can open that door
except Mrs. Hughes.

BATES:
Just for a moment.
I've brought you something.

I don't know what she'd...
Shh...

(door opens nearby)

(lock clicks)

What I don't understand
in all this is you.

You seem positively glad
to see Mary disinherited!

You speak as if
we had a choice.

Thank you, Branson.

I'm worn out.

Tell Lady Mary and Mr. Crawley
I've gone to bed.

Shall I tell them
now, m'lord?

No. Wait until they ring.

JOE:
Do you like this one?

I ought to start back.

This is very late for me.

Aw, not yet.

It's a long time
since I've had a girl

to show off for
at the fair.

So I take it you
never get lonely?

Well, that's working
in a big house.

Though there are times when you
yearn for a bit of solitude.

We have a winner!

Thank you.

Well, uh... something
to remind you of me.

(laughs)

I don't need help
to remember you.

But what... what happens
when you retire?

I should think
I'll stay here.

They'll look after me.

Suppose they sell
the estate?

Suppose there's
a tidal wave?

Suppose we all die
of the plague?

Suppose there's a war?

THOMAS:
What did I tell you?

She's found her Romeo.

It might be her brother.

She hasn't got a brother
or we'd know it by now.

Just a sister
in Lytham St. Anne's.

You know everything,
don't you?

WILLIAM:
Everything, my foot.

You're hiding behind him, but
he's not what you think he is.

DAISY:
Oh, go home, William,

if you're going to be
such a spoil sport.

All right, I will.

Come back!
She didn't mean it!

I must go, but it's been
lovely to see you again, Joe.

Really.

And you know
what I'm asking?

You haven't asked
anything yet.

But you know what it is,
when I do.

I'm going to stop here at
the pub until I hear from you.

Oh, and take your time.

I'd rather wait a week
for the right answer

than get a wrong one
in a hurry.

Think about it carefully.

I will.

I promise you that.

To break the entail, we'd need
a private bill in Parliament?

Even then, it would
only be passed

if the estate were
in danger, which it's not.

And I mean nothing
in all this.

On the contrary.

You mean a great deal.

A very... great deal.

(door opens)

You rang, m'lady?

Yes, Carson.

Mr. Crawley
was just leaving.

Do you know where
His Lordship is?

Gone to bed, m'lady.

He felt tired after he put
Lady Grantham into the car.

I bet he did.

Thank you, Carson.

I'm sorry, I wish I could think

of something to say
that would help.

There's nothing, but you
mustn't let it trouble you.

It does trouble me.

It troubles me very much.

Then that will be
my consolation prize.

Good night, Cousin Matthew.

Good night.

I hope I haven't
kept you up too late.

I'm afraid we've interfered
with your dinner.

It's been rather
a chop-and-change
evening downstairs.

Lady Grantham
got off all right?

"All right" is an optimistic
assessment, sir.

It's very difficult, Carson.

For her, for Lady Mary,
for everyone.

It is, Mr. Crawley.

But I appreciate
your saying so.

Well, that's Her Greatness
done and dusted for the night.

BATES:
William, did you
have a good night?

I'm off to bed.

Wait.

What happened?

Nothing.
It doesn't matter.

How was your evening,
Mrs. Hughes?

Very enjoyable, thank you.

The others are just behind me,
so you can lock up in a minute.

Well, I'll say good night.

Good night, Mrs. Hughes.

'Night.

Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Hughes.

I was right when I said
she was looking sparkly-eyed.

I beg your pardon, Thomas.

He can disapprove all he likes.

Mrs. Hughes has got a fancy man.

DAISY:
Him, a fancy man?

Don't be so nasty, Daisy.
It doesn't suit you.

I reckon there's
a job vacancy coming up.

Miss O'Brien, do you
fancy a promotion?

Very droll.

If she's got a boyfriend,
I'm a giraffe.

(knocks quietly,
then opens door)

Leave me alone, Mr. Bates.

I know you mean well,
but let me be.

What chance did he have?

Up against a champion.

Now, you listen,
you filthy little rat.

If you don't lay off, I will
punch your shining teeth

through the back
of your skull.

Is this supposed to
frighten me, Mr. Bates?

Because if it is,
it isn't working.

I'm sorry, but it's
just not working.

Daisy! Chafing dishes, now!

They're right in front
of you, Mrs. Patmore.

Are you trying to trick me?

Anna's still not well.

O'Brien, you'll need to dress
the girls this morning.

With what we know
about Lady Mary,

and here I am, waiting
on her hand and foot.

Will we do anything
with that?

Maybe, but not yet.

What do you look like?

Daisy, what do you think
he looks like?

Do your buttons up.

Go on, then.

What do you want?

I've got a message
for Lady Sybil.

From Her Ladyship.

Thank you, O'Brien.

I'll manage now.

(door closes)

Odious woman.

What does Mama want?

I just said that
to get rid of her.

This came today.

I knew they would want
to see you.

It's your reference
what's done it.

How am I going to get there?

They won't let me
take a day off.

You're going to be ill.

They can't stop
you being ill.

What?

No one has seen Anna
for a whole day.

They won't notice if you vanish
for a couple of hours.

MARY:
The only one who never sticks up
for me in all this is you.

Why is that?

ROBERT:
You are my darling daughter

and I love you,

hard as it is for an
Englishman to say the words.

Well, then.

If I had made
my own fortune

and bought Downton for myself,

it should be yours without
question, but I did not.

My fortune is the work of others

who labored to build
a great dynasty.

Do I have the right

to destroy their work?

Or impoverish that dynasty?

I am a custodian, my dear,
not an owner.

I must strive to be worthy
of the task I have been set.

If I could take Mama's money
out of the estate,

Downton would have to be
sold to pay for it.

Is that what you want?

To see Matthew
a landless peer

with a title but no
means to pay for it?

So I am just to find a husband
and get out of the way?

You could stay here
if you married Matthew.

You know my character, Father.

I'd never marry any man
that I was told to.

I'm stubborn.

I wish I wasn't, but I am.

BRANSON:
Will you have your own way,
do you think?

With the frock?

Only I couldn't help
overhearing yesterday

and from what
Her Ladyship said,

it sounded as if you
support women's rights.

I suppose I do.

Because I'm quite political.

In fact, I brought
some pamphlets

that I thought
might interest you.

About the vote.

Thank you.

But please don't mention this
to my father or my grandmother.

One whiff of reform,
and she hears the rattle

of the guillotine.

It seems rather unlikely,
a revolutionary chauffeur.

Maybe, but I'm a Socialist,
not a revolutionary.

And I won't always be
a chauffeur.

Mrs. Crawley, how nice.

You're busy.

We can come back later.

Molesley?
What are you doing here?

Are you... are you ill?

Poor Mr. Molesley.

How's it going?

The solution doesn't seem
to make it any better.

My imagination is running riot.

I've got erysipelas,
Your Ladyship.

Ooh... oh, I am sorry.

Mrs. Crawley tells me

she's recommended nitrate of
silver and tincture of steel.

Well, is she making
a suit of armor?

But I take it there's been
no improvement?

Not really.

And you're sure
it's erysipelas?

That is Mrs. Crawley's
diagnosis.

What it is to have
medical knowledge.

It has its uses.

Mmm.

I see your father has been
making changes at home.

He has, m'lady.

He's got no use for the herb
garden now my mother's gone,

so he's turned it to grass.

And you have been helping him?

I have.

Grubbing out
the old rue hedge?

How did you know that?

Because this is not erysipelas.

This is a rue allergy.

If Molesley wears gardening
gloves, it'll be gone in a week.

Please don't think
we are ungrateful

for your enthusiasm,
Mrs. Crawley,

but there comes a time

when things are best left
to the professionals.

But I...

And now I really...
I really must go.

Good day.

Thank you, Your Ladyship.

(chuckling to herself)

I hope Cousin Violet has
recovered from last night.

Whatever she says,

my mother is
as strong as an ox,

and it's high time
she let go of her scheme

for upsetting everything.

Time we all did.

I can't deny I'm pleased
to hear it.

Are you beginning to see
a future here, then?

In a way, this latest business
has forced me to recognize

that I do want Downton
to be my future.

I'm glad.

You must have thought
me an awful prig

when I first arrived.

Not a prig.

Just a man
thrust into something

he never wanted or envisaged.

MATTHEW:
I could only see the absurdity
of the whole thing.

I'm sorry.

ROBERT:
Well, there are absurdities
involved, as I know well enough.

Possibilities, too,
and I was blind to them.

I was determined
not to let it change me.

It was absurd.

If you don't change,
you die.

Do you think so?

I'm not sure.

Sometimes I think I hate change.

MATTHEW:
Well, at least

we can comfort ourselves
that this will still be here.

Because we saved it.

DAISY:
Thomas is lovely, isn't he?

He's funny and handsome,

and he's got such lovely teeth.

He's not for you, Daisy.

Of course not.

He's too good for me.

I know that.

No, he's not too good.

What, then?

He's not the boy for you, and
you're not the girl for him.

Isn't that what I just said?

And why would he be, when he's
seen and done so much,

and I've been nowhere
and done nothing?

Perhaps Thomas has seen and done
more than is good for him.

He's not a ladies' man.

Well, isn't it a blessed relief?

Daisy,
Thomas is a troubled soul.

I don't know what you mean,
Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, nothing.

I don't mean anything.

Except if I don't get
the ice cream started,

they'll be dining at midnight.

SYBIL:
Golly, my corset's tight.

Anna, when you've done that,
would you be an angel

and loosen it a bit?

Mmm.
The start of the
slippery slope.

I'm not putting on weight.

It didn't shrink in the drawer.

Are you coming down?

I don't know why we bother
with corsets.

Men don't wear them

and they look perfectly normal
in their clothes.

Not all of them.

She's just showing off.

She'll be on about
the vote in a minute.

If you mean do I think women
should have the vote,

of course I do.

I hope you won't chain
yourself to the railings

and end up being
force-fed semolina.

What do you think, Anna?

I think those women
are very brave.

SYBIL:
Hear, hear.

ROBERT:
How did you get on
with your dressmaker?

Find anything?

I did, and she says she can
have it done by Friday.

I'm sorry I couldn't come,

but I didn't want
to put Matthew off.

SYBIL:
Were you pleased with the work
on the cottages?

ROBERT:
I think they're making
a very good job of them.

You must all go and see.

CORA:
You'll restore a few every year
from now on?

It was Matthew's idea.

Old Cripps was rather reluctant,
but I'm pleased we went forward.

EDITH:
I suppose it's worth it?

SYBIL:
Of course it is, because of
the people who'll live in them.

You'll be glad to hear
that Matthew's conscience

is much more energetic
than mine.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm going to bed.

I've rather a headache.

CORA:
Of course.

Should I bring you
something...

No, I'll be perfectly fine
if I can just lie down.

Mary...

(crying)

Oh, my darling.

What is it?

You heard him.

Matthew this, Matthew that.

Matthew, Matthew, Matthew!

Oh, Mother, don't you see?

He has a son now.

Of course he didn't
argue with the entail.

Why would he, when he's
got what he always wanted?

Your father loves
you very much.

He wouldn't fight
for me, though.

He wouldn't fight for you

because he knew
he couldn't win.

Well, you're no better.

What?

You don't care about Matthew
getting everything

because you don't think
I'm worthy of it.

(in a whisper):
Mary!

I wish you'd
just admit it.

I'm a lost soul to you.

I took a lover
with no thought of marriage!

A Turk!

Oh, think of that!

Oh, my dear.

Don't worry, Mama.

You can go down now.

"Everything will look better
in the morning."

Isn't that what you usually say?

I say it
because it's usually true.

Papa will wonder where you are.

Don't quarrel with Matthew.

Why shouldn't I?

Because one day
you may need him.

Oh, I see.

When I've ruined myself,

I must have a powerful protector
to hide behind.

(playing quiet ballad)

MRS. HUGHES:
I'd tell you off...

but I like to hear you play.

Where are they all?

Busy, I suppose.

Haven't you got anything to do?

Yes, I have.

Of course I have.

You mustn't let Thomas
get you down.

He's just jealous.

Everyone likes you
better than him.

Not everyone.

Then she's a foolish girl
and she doesn't deserve you.

Though why am I
encouraging you?

Forget all that for
ten years at least.

You're a kind woman,
Mrs. Hughes.

I don't know how this house
would run without you.

I don't, truly.

Stop flanneling and get on

before I betray you
to Mr. Carson.

Is there anything more thrilling
than a new frock?

I suppose not, m'lady.

You shall have one, too.

I thought this would
be suitable

for your interview.

I won't be wearing it, m'lady.

Of course you will.

We have to make you look

like a successful
professional woman.

What is it?

What's happened?

Well, I won't wear it,
because I'm not going.

They've cancelled
the appointment.

They've found someone

"more suited for the post
and better qualified."

This time.

Let's face it.

There will never be anyone
less suited for the post

or worse qualified than I am.

That isn't true.

You'll see.
We're not giving up.

No one hits the bull's-eye
with the first arrow.

I've put out the
Rundell candlesticks

for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry.

I'll come back later.

No, stay. Please.

I've got something I'd like
to talk to you about,

if you've a minute.

Before I first came here
as head housemaid,

I was walking out
with a farmer.

When I told him I'd taken
a job at Downton,

he asked me to marry him.

I was a farmer's daughter from
Argyll, so I knew the life.

He was very nice, but then
I came here and I did well,

and I didn't want
to give it up.

So I told him no,
and he married someone else.

She died three years ago,
and last month he wrote

asking to see me again,

and I agreed, because all
this time I've wondered.

Go on.

I met him the other night.

We had dinner
at the Grantham Arms

and after,
he took me to the fair.

And he was horrible
and fat and red-faced

and you couldn't think
what you ever saw in him.

He was still a nice man.

He is still a nice man.

Well, he was a bit red-faced

and his suit was
a little tight,

but none of that matters.

he hadn't changed. ways...

And he proposed again
and you accepted?

In many ways
I wanted to accept.

But I'm not
that farm girl anymore.

I was flattered,
of course, but...

I've changed, Mr. Carson.

Life's altered you,
as it's altered me.

And what would be
the point of living

if we didn't let
life change us?

You won't be leaving, then?

(knock at door, door opens)

You'd better come.

Mrs. Patmore's on the rampage.

She wants the key
to the store cupboard.

You know how angry she gets that
she hasn't got one of her own.

Nor will she have.

Not while
I'm housekeeper here.

Leaving?

When would I ever
find the time?

What ever is
holding Sybil up?

She was going on
about her new frock.

We'd better go in without her,

or it's not fair
on Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, is her cooking
so precisely timed?

You couldn't tell.

I think her food
is delicious.

Naturally.

Good evening, everyone!