All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S03E03.Episode.3.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

Oh, hello Edith, dear.

Hello, Granny.

Isn't it exciting?

At my age, one must ration
one's excitement.

(chuckling)

See, I told her everything
would come right,

but you wouldn't
believe me.

I still can't.

Something happening in this
house is actually about me.

The dress came
this morning.

I was rather sad
you decided against Patou.

I would have paid.

Lucille was safer.

We don't want her
to look like a chorus girl.

How's Anthony?
Excited, I hope.

Desperately.

Just when he thought
his life would never change,

he's going right back
to the beginning.

Oh, what an invigorating
prospect.

I hope you've got your shirt
ready for tonight.

In case you're interested,
I've hidden a couple

so I won't be caught out
that way again.

Why should I
be interested?

That goes for you, too.

What have I done?

Take no notice.

MRS. HUGHES:
Anna?

Are the flowers done?

Yes, I'll check them
on Saturday morning

and lose anything
that's going over.

I've kept back a few in bud.

I'll be home
for the dressing gong.

Oh, we'll manage.

Still no word
from the doctor?

(door slams shut)

I'd have told you
if there was.

By heck, they don't mind
stringing it out.

Shall we go and see him?

Why?

I'm sure if he knew anything,
he would have said.

How are you today,
Mr. Molesley?

Oh!

Very well, thank you.

You were talking the other night
about your friend's daughter.

Is she still looking
for a place?

She is.

You read about the servant
shortage in the newspapers,

but she can't find a situation
for a lady's maid.

Not one.

She'll end up as a housemaid
if she's not careful.

Oh, we can't have that,
Mr. Molesley.

But if I were to tell you
something,

you must promise not to breathe
a word of it downstairs.

Miss O'Brien
doesn't want it known.

How will they
advertise it?

I don't know exactly.

"Desirable
nobleman's mansion

with surrounding estate
and properties."

Where will you go?

We have some land further north
at Eryholme,

on the border with Durham.

It came with my
great-grandmother.

The house is pretty and we might
make something of it.

We could always rename it
Downton Place.

Who lives there now?

A tenant, but we can come
to an arrangement

that keeps him happy.

Let's take a picnic there
tomorrow.

Take a break from the wedding
on Edith's last day of freedom.

Molesley's in the hall.

He wonders if he might
have a word.

I'll come through in a minute.

Not with you, with Mama.

Molesley?

Your ladyship,
may I have a word?

Of course.

M'lady, might I be allowed
to put forward a candidate

as Miss O'Brien's
replacement?

What?

When the time comes.

Is O'Brien leaving?

I hope I've not spoken
out of turn.

Only I didn't want to let it go
and miss the chance.

I thought you knew.

Of course I know.

Thank you, Molesley.

I'll be happy to listen
to recommendations

when, as you say,
the time comes.

Thank you, m'lady.

Well, I must confess

I will watch her departure
with mixed emotions.

MARY:
Mine are fairly unmixed.

Did you have a clue?

Not a clue.

How very disappointing.

But, in a way,
it raises the big question:

when do we tell the staff
that the end is nigh?

It makes it sound
so final.

I'm afraid it is final.

Well, don't spoil
Edith's day.

Let us get through
the wedding first

and then tell them
afterwards.

CARSON:
Oh, Dr. Clarkson?

Do you have a minute?

One minute, yes.

Do you mind if we...

Only I know that Mrs. Hughes
is suffering from a condition

and I wondered if there was
anything I could do to help.

You can help
by lessening her duties.

That's really all I can say.

But you can't tell me
how serious it is?

I'm afraid not,
even if I knew,

which I don't, yet.

Good day to you,
Mr. Carson.

I had a telephone call
from Charkham earlier.

Charkham?

Reggie Swire's lawyer.

It seems the death certificate
has arrived from India.

He wants to bring it here.

Well, can't he send it?

He wants to bring it.

He was quite definite.

(sighs)

I've told him
he can come tomorrow.

There's nothing going on
particularly, is there?

You know there is.

We're taking a picnic
to Eryholme

to see the house
we have to move into.

I'm surprised you of all people
can forget that.

(sighs)

Well, he's coming in the
morning, I won't put him off.

(exasperated sigh)

So this is the moment

when you receive a huge fortune
that could save Downton,

and you give it away.

Will you choose
where to give it?

How can I?

I'd give it all to Papa.

My darling, I hope,

in some small part of you,
you can understand.

I'm trying.

Really, I am.

But I can't pretend
I'm doing very well.

(door slams)

Will there be
anything more, m'lady?

No.

Unless you have something
you want to tell me.

What might that be,
m'lady?

I won't prompt you, O'Brien,
if you're not ready to say.

(door opens)

Did she tell you why?

No.

Maybe she doesn't want to

until she's settled
where she's going,

but she has let me down.

We should go.

Strallan won't be late.

He never is, worse luck.

Oh, I know
you're not happy,

but Edith will be
in the same county.

Loxley is a nice house,

and the estate will give her
plenty to do.

She'll be a nurse, Cora.

And by the time she's 50,

she'll be wheeling round
a one-armed old man.

Are you waiting down here

'til they come
in search of the pudding?

Uh, no, Mrs. Patmore.

Can I do something
for you?

Well, I'd better
get back upstairs,

but, uh, while
you're here...

I saw Dr. Clarkson today.

Oh?

I'm worried
about Mrs. Hughes.

We're all worried,

but I don't think
he should have told you.

He said it would help
if we lessened her workload.

I'm sure it would,
but she won't be pleased

he's been talking about her
before it's been confirmed.

So it is cancer.

Not until it's confirmed.

Don't say anything.

She'd hate to think
the doctor had told you.

He didn't tell me,
Mrs. Patmore.

You told me.

(sighs)

Lady Edith...

I mean, Edith
tells me that

you're very
interested in politics.

Well...

Tom is our tame revolutionary.

Every family
should have one.

As long as you are tame.

Tame enough
for a game of billiards.

What about it?

Can you tell them
where we've gone?

We're getting used to Tom,
and I hope you will too.

We haven't spoken, really,
since it was all settled.

I want you to know
that I quite understand

why you were against it.

Yes.

Well...

I just hope you believe

that I mean to do my level best
to make her happy.

I do believe that.

It was never at all personal,
you know.

No, of course not, no,

it's just because
of all this and...

I'm far too old.

Anthony, the thing is done.

There is no point
in raking it over.

But are you happy about it?

I'm happy Edith is happy.

I'm happy you mean
to keep her happy.

That is quite enough happiness
to be going on with.

MRS. HUGHES:
There's been a last minute
change of mind

about the wedding menus.

Couldn't Mrs. Patmore do it?

Mrs. Patmore has given me
her new order list.

She's done her job,
it's time for me to do mine.

I just don't want you
to get tired.

Who have you
been speaking to?

No one.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I don't mean a thing.

Now let me get on.

ISOBEL:
This is a simple stitch,

but strong and very useful
in a drama.

When do we get
summat to eat?

As I was saying,
you should start it about,

well, I would say
about half an inch away

from the center line.

Oh, I'm glad
you've come back.

I do hope you've come
for our help.

You'd be so welcome
if you have.

You wouldn't say that
if you knew what I am, ma'am.

I'm past help.

Nobody's past help.

And if you mean by that
that you are a prostitute,

well then you should know
that it is true

of every woman who has come here
to rebuild their lives.

And I'm helping them,

and I very much hope
that I can help you too.

That's right,
why not come in

and help us
rebuild our lives?

(laughing)

That's not why I'm here,
Mrs. Crawley.

That is, I am a...
what you said,

but I don't want help.

Not for myself, but...

The trouble is, every time
I make up my mind, I change it.

I'm sorry,
this has been a mistake.

Oh please, please,
don't go, not again!

(laughing)

It must be strange to receive
a letter from a dead man.

It's very strange.

MARY:
We're leaving.

I'm sorry, Mr. Charkham,
to snatch him away.

That's quite all right,
Lady Mary.

There will be papers to sign.

Yes, I expect there will.

Papa's asked Anthony
to meet us there,

so we can all face
the future together.

He's bringing Isobel and Granny.

It's hard for
your grandmother.

Matthew, it's torture
for all of us.

And if I ever look as if
I'm finding it easy

to lose my home,
then I am putting on an act.

Are you sure
you can manage this?

Quite sure, Mr. Carson.

There's nothing hot.

It's not
a shooting lunch.

Give them some
Champagne first,

and that'll allow you the time
to set it out properly.

I'll manage, Mr. Carson.

What's this place
we're visiting?

It's one of his
lordship's houses,

though I'm curious as to why
they're going there today.

Maybe he likes to keep
a check on things.

Maybe.

We'll see you there!

Off you go.

ROBERT:
Mrs. Vanneck, she was
a cousin of Granny's.

Do you want
to come with us?

Yes, thank you.

Might I have a word,
m'lady?

Yes, of course,
what is it?

This is a slightly
awkward request,

what with the wedding
tomorrow.

Tell me.

Mrs. Hughes is very tired.

I wonder if it might
be possible for you

to divert some of her work
my way?

I don't understand.

What do you mean,
"tired?"

Cora!

Carson?

The fact is,
Mrs. Hughes is ill, my lady.

She may be very ill.

I'm extremely sorry
to trouble you with this

at such a moment,

but I don't want the wedding
to sink her.

Of course not.

But, my heavens,
how will we manage

without O'Brien
and now Mrs. Hughes?

Miss O'Brien?

She told Molesley...

Cora, please!

I'm coming!

(baby crying)

Mrs. Bartlett?

I've...
I've brought the money.

Well, it's your loss,
because I've got nothing to say.

All I want to know is
if Vera ever...

Oh!

So you were on Christian name
terms, were you?

You do surprise me.

...if Mrs. Bates
ever suggested

she was depressed
or unhappy?

Of course
she was unhappy.

Her husband had left her
and gone off with a trollop.

He changed, you know.

She was scared of him
by the end,

and now we know
she had good reason.

When did you last see her?

You'd better come inside.

Bates.

Psst.

Watch out.

What do you mean?

Search your room,
search your bed.

They've set you up somehow,

your cellmate Craig
and his mates.

Stop talking!

Just do it.

MRS. BARTLETT:
Their door was open,

so I looked in.

She was cooking,

but she had to post a letter,

so she walked me
down the street.

She said Bates was coming back
later for his tea.

She was terrified.

She was in a strange mood--

jumpy and fearful,
but determined.

I remember
she'd made pastry

and she was scrubbing it
out of her nails

like she didn't care
if she took the skin off.

So after she posted the letter,
she went home on her own?

She did, poor soul.

And I never saw her after.

I can remember her now,
walking away down the street.

It was raining.

No, not raining,
more like drizzle.

And the gaslight
seemed to catch in the drops

and make a sort of halo
round her.

A halo?

Really?

You can laugh.

When did you hear she was dead?

Next day.

So I knew it was Bates.

When I heard the verdict,
I thought he'd swing.

And he should have,
if the country hadn't gone soft.

(sobbing)

VIOLET:
This is very good of you.

Oh, nonsense,
you were on the way.

I do wish you'd let me
sit in the front.

No, no, I prefer it.

I've ridden in the
front seat many times.

Aren't you a wild thing!?

Oh, it's quite safe.

There's never been
a safer method of travel.

Nor a faster one.

Edith's the speed fiend.

She likes to go
at a terrific lick.

Do you think you'll be able
to keep up with her?

I'll try.

What's this place like?

Eryholme, is it?

Do you know it?

Well, a little.

My late husband
kept the shooting there,

and we'd sometimes
have luncheon in the house.

Is it nice?

Nice enough,

as a retreat
from the world.

I wouldn't have thought it
suited to much else.

Downton Place.

How lovely.

Won't it be a bit cramped?

You do realize
that for most people

it looks like
a fairy palace?

You'll be able to run it
with a much smaller staff.

ROBERT:
This is it.

I doubt we'll need more
than eight servants tops,

so it'll be very economical.

What about me?

Where am I to go?

We still own
most of the village.

Oh. Perhaps I could open a shop.

Good idea, Granny.

What do you think
Eryholme needs?

Well, if it's like
everywhere else,

good manners
and some decent conversation.

Well, there you are, then.

You should have a roaring trade
in minutes.

(all chuckling)

How's everything going?

Very well, I think.

I think it's rather unfair

that Mary should have
an archbishop to marry her,

and you've got poor old
Mr. Travis.

Oh, I don't mind.

It was such short notice
and he was all booked up.

And I prefer it, really,

to have the man
who christened us.

What had Charkham
come for?

He gave me a letter
from Swire.

It seems he left one

for each of the three
potential heirs,

when and if they inherited.

Mine is the only one
to have been delivered.

And what did it say?

I haven't opened it.

I can't decide
whether I will.

Why wouldn't you?

Because I know it will be
a paean of praise.

How Lavinia could not have found
a better man, etcetera.

And you don't want
to read that?

Since she could not have found
a worse one, no, I don't.

I already feel
bad enough,

and if I read his words,
they will stay with me forever.

Mrs. Crawley?

We're back from our
delicious luncheon,

and, um, I was
on my way home...

You had a maid at Downton,

Ethel Parks.

I was here when she brought
her son into the dining room.

Who could forget that?

Do you have
an address for her?

I do, if she's still there.

You see...

You see, I saw her this morning.

And I'm afraid she's
fallen into a bad way,

a very bad way.

Oh, dear.

I am sorry to hear that.

If you'd like to come with me,
I'll fetch it for you.

Thank you.

(keys jangling)

(door opening)

Get up, both of you!

Against the wall!

Mr. Turner,
search the bunk, please!

Nothing here.

What?

Clean this mess up.

Bastards.

There's a lot of bastards
in here.

I expect you're tired.

It's a long day,
up to London and back again.

Was it worth the journey?

Not really.

CARSON:
Miss O'Brien,

might I ask what you've
confided in Mr. Molesley

but have kept
from the rest of us?

I don't know what you mean.

Mr. Molesley appears
to have given her ladyship

the impression that you are
planning a change of some sort.

What's this?

I... I'm sorry.

I thought her ladyship
would know.

Know what?

That you're leaving.

I beg your pardon!

How dare you make
such an assumption?

(whimpering)

Isn't it time for the dressing
gong, Mr. Carson?

It certainly is.

Thank you.
But...

Excuse me, Mr. Molesley.

I've got work to do,
even if you haven't.

I'll deal with you later.

You're in the soup.

I wouldn't be in her bad books
for a gold clock.

You must have said something
Molesley misinterpreted.

But I don't say anything
to him, m'lady,

beyond "pass the salt"
and "get out of the way."

There must've
been something.

I'm afraid I do feel
let down, O'Brien,

I really do, and right on top
of the wedding...

(knocking at the door)

You sent for me, m'lady?
Yes.

Thank you, O'Brien.

Mrs. Hughes, I understand
that you're not well.

Whom do you
understand that from?

Because if the doctor...

It wasn't Dr. Clarkson.

It is not confirmed
that I am ill, your ladyship.

I've had a test
and I'm waiting for the results.

But I am perfectly capable...

Mrs. Hughes,
I only want to say one thing;

that, if you are ill,

you are welcome here
for as long as you want to stay.

Lady Sybil will help us
to find a suitable nurse.

I see.

I don't want you to have any
concerns about where you'll go

or who will look after you

because the answer
is here and we will.

I don't know what to say,
m'lady.

There isn't anything
more to say

until we know where we stand,
one way or the other.

Thank you.

He thinks I don't know,
but of course I do.

We'll spend two weeks in Rome,

then Florence,
then Venice,

so I couldn't be happier.

And what about Loxley?

Is there masses to be done?

It's not too bad.

It's not too bad downstairs.

The bedrooms are killers.

Well, don't do anything
too fast.

It takes time to know
how a house works.

I really think
you should go to bed.

No bride wants to look tired
at her wedding.

It either means she's anxious
or been up to no good.

I won't sleep a wink.

Tonight or tomorrow.

Sybil, vulgarity is
no substitute for wit.

Well, you started it.

(giggling)

MOLESLEY:
Miss O'Brien?

Please understand
that I didn't mean any harm.

Well, why make it up
in the first place?

I didn't make it up,
I was told.

Who told you?

Well, Mr. Barrow
mentioned it,

but I think it was
an honest mistake.

No, it wasn't honest
and it wasn't a mistake.

But don't worry about it.

I can tell it wasn't your fault,
Mr. Molesley.

So we'll forget about it,
shall we?

And when you see Mr. Barrow,
you can tell him

that I may make some honest
mistakes myself in the future.

Why not sit down
and eat with us?

Oh, I couldn't do that.

CARSON:
Daisy will not sit down

because the invitation
is not in your gift, Alfred.

She eats with Mrs. Patmore
in the kitchen.

ALFRED:
Fancy a game
of something later?

Daisy's busy.

Anna?

I want to write a letter.

Sorry.

I'll play.

Let's see how we feel.

MATTHEW:
What do you mean
you've read it?

I didn't think it was right
to destroy a man's last words

without reading them.

I felt it was wrong.

It wasn't your decision!

Well, I made it my decision!

Do you want to hear
what he says?

No.

To start with,

Lavinia must have written to him
on her last day,

only hours before she died.

That's nonsense, there was
no letter found in her room.

Be that as it may,
she wrote to him

after she tried to persuade you
to call off the wedding

and you wouldn't.

This is quite
impossible.

(exasperated sigh)

"She loved and admired you

"for this sacrifice
of your own happiness,

and she commended you
to my care."

I can't listen
to any more of this.
You must!

"I have few intimates

"and so I've decided in her name
to add you to my list of heirs.

"I think it unlikely that
I'll outlive both the first two,

"so there is little chance
of your reading this letter,

"but if you do, and if the money
has come to you,

"know it is with my full
knowledge of what transpired.

"Please do not allow
any grief, guilt or regret

"to hold you back
in its employment.

"God bless you, my boy.

Reggie."

Are you sure
you didn't write it?

I assume you know his hand.

Not well enough
to test a forgery.

Besides, she couldn't
have written to him

without our knowing.

I'm not accusing you
of faking it,

but I suspect someone has.

So it won't change your mind?

Not yet it won't.

(knocking at the door)

Time you were in bed.

It's a big day tomorrow.

I'll just finish this.

Is it something
I can do for you?

No.

Did you say anything about me
to her ladyship?

I don't know what you mean.

Why?

Don't worry.

She was very kind,
and I was touched.

As you know,
I don't worship them all,

like you do.

I wouldn't put it
like that...

But this time,
I freely admit it,

I was quite touched.

(birds chirping)

Am I interrupting?

No, please.

I just want to ask
you all something.

M'lady, I'm sorry
I've not been up.

Don't worry, I'll change
properly after luncheon.

But I had to catch you
when you were all together.

How can we help, m'lady?

It's a funny thing.

Mr. Crawley has heard
that Miss Swire sent a letter

on the day she died.

If so, someone must have
posted it for her,

and we wondered
if it were any of you?

CARSON:
I'm afraid not.

Given that the poor lady
passed away that same day,

an incident of this sort

would have been reported to me
or to Mrs. Hughes.

That's right, m'lady.

I see.

Well, thank you very much.

What were that about?

ANNA:
Lady Mary wanted to know

if anyone had posted a letter
for Miss Swire.

Oh, I did that.

CARSON:
Daisy?

What did you say?

Poor Miss Swire's letter.

She'd written it
and she asked me

to put it into
the box in the hall.

Why?

What were you doing
in her room?

Making up the fire.

We started talking

and she said
she'd written a letter.

She was ever so nice.

I still get sad
when I think about her.

And it didn't occur to you
to tell me?

Tell you what?

Never mind.

I am grateful to you, Daisy.

You cannot know how much.

Well, this is
the last of them.

I'm glad they've hurried it

so she can be married
from Downton.

Are you?

I should have thought
a little sober reflection

would not have gone amiss.

Mama, let's try to be positive.

Of all of them, Anthony Strallan
is the most traditional choice.

Robert, Edith is beginning
her life as an old man's drudge.

I should not have thought
a large drawing room

much compensation.

Why dwell on that now?

Because I want the pleasure
of saying I told you so.

Now, the moment you feel tired
you're to tell me

and I'll take over
whatever it is you're doing.

Oh, will you, now?

Are you sure you want to come
to the church?

You could stay here
and have a lie down.

It would be so nice

if people
would wait to learn

if I really am ill
before boxing me up.

I don't know
what you mean.

I don't know anything
about any illness.

Don't you?

I see.

Who told him?

I don't know.

Maybe he just picked
it up somehow.

He's worried about you.

He's a good man.

He's a hopeless liar.

Well, that's quite nice really,
isn't it?

I've had a message
from the doctor.

He'll have the results tomorrow.

I'm to call in the afternoon.

Try not to worry.

I'll try, but I won't succeed.

(door opens)

That's it.

I'll put the hat on later.

Go straight to Lady Edith.

You look marvelous.

I feel marvelous.

That is,
I feel marvelous

because we don't have
to leave Downton.

Lavinia did write to her father

and it was posted
from this house.

In other words,

every word Mr. Swire wrote
in that letter was true.

Daisy posted it,
the kitchen maid.

I see.

Do you, my darling?

I hope so,

because if you try to find
one more excuse

not to accept the money,

I'll have to beat you
about the head.

(laughs)

I see.

(sighs)

I do have one condition,
however.

Make it a good one.

Let's not steal Edith's thunder.

I'll tell Robert
after it's over

and she's left on honeymoon.

Now that I can live with.

You look beautiful.

All of us married,
all of us happy.

And the first baby
on the way.

Why don't we get
the photographer

to take a picture
of the three of us

when we get to the church?

He looks as if he's waiting
for a beating

from the headmaster.

Do you think I should
reassure him?

How?

He's done it before,

so he must be in possession
of all the facts.

Perhaps the first Lady Strallan
was a difficult act to follow.

Or a difficult one
to repeat.

(shutter clicks)

Well, fashionably late
is one thing...

We're going in.

Edith, I know we haven't
always got along

and I doubt things change much
in the future,

but today I wish you
all the luck in the world.

Thank you.

(sighs happily)

Thank you very much.

(organ playing)

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon,
my sweet one.

(music stops)

Dearly beloved,
we are gathered...

I can't do this.

What?

I can't do it.

You know it's wrong.

You told me so yourself
several times.

My dear chap...

No.

I never should have let it
get this far.

I should have stopped it
long ago.

I tried to stop it.

What are you saying?

I don't understand
what you're saying.

Edith...

Edith, I can't let you
throw away your life like this.

What do you mean?

We're so happy, aren't we?

We're going to be so
terribly, terribly happy.

But you are going
to be happy.

I pray that you are.

But only if you don't
waste yourself on me.

Anthony, it is too late
for this.

Might I suggest
we all take a step back?

No, let him go,
let him go.

You know he's right.

Don't stop him doing

the only sensible thing
he's come up with

in months.

Thank you, Lady Grantham.

But Granny...

No, no, it's over, my dear,
don't drag it out.

Wish him well

and let him go.

I can't.

Goodbye, my dearest darling.

And may God bless you.

Always.

(sobbing)

(guests whispering)

(crying)

(crying)

When everyone gets back,
can you clear all this away?

I want it gone before Lady Edith
comes downstairs.

Flowers, glasses,
everything.

And ask the outside staff

to help put back the carpet
and the furniture.

Yes, m'lord.

(door opens)

(sobbing)

Is there anything I could say
to make it better?

No.

Look at them.

Both with their husbands,

Sybil pregnant,

Mary probably pregnant.

Oh, just go.

I mean it.

Go.

Perhaps you should go.

Oh, Mama...

You are being tested.

And do you know what they say,
my darling?

Being tested
only makes you stronger.

I don't think
it's working with me.

(sobbing)

What should we do now?

There's nothing we can do,

beyond removing all signs
of a wedding

and holding her hand
while she recovers.

She will, of course.

Meanwhile, it's time to face
the business of leaving Downton.

Without the wedding
to hide behind,

there's no reason
not to get on with it

and astonish the world with the
extent of my wretched failure.

Actually...

Mary and I intended to make
an announcement at dinner.

What announcement?
What about?

You don't have to leave.

I'll explain it later,

but I'm going to give you
Reggie's money.

I'll accept it
and I'll give it to you.

Don't be silly.

You're not going to give me
any money.

But I am.

You don't want to leave.

Nor does Mary.

Nor do any of us,
for that matter.

I still won't
take your money.

What I will allow is for you
to invest in the place.

If we stay,
you'll share the ownership.

It'll be your house,
your estate, as much as mine.

We will be joint Masters.
But...

And if you won't agree,
I will sell

and it'll all be
your fault.

(chuckling)

I never thought I'd feel sorry
for an earl's daughter.

All God's creatures
have their troubles.

Anna?

Yes?

Do you think it's right

that women should say
what they think?

Speak out about romance
and everything?

Well, things are
changing for us.

And the vote
won't be long now.

So I suppose they must get used
to us speaking our minds, but...

But what?

With most of the men
I've ever met,

if you started
to court them,

they'd be so terrified,
they'd run a mile.

Has she had
something to eat?

Anna took up some sandwiches...

but she didn't touch a thing.

That reminds me.

Carson, I don't want Lady Edith
to see any of the wedding food.

Mrs. Hughes and Anna
are taking what's left

down to Mr. Travis tomorrow,
m'lady.

For the poor.

If the poor don't want it,
you can bring it over to me.

How can we help Edith?

You can help her
by finding her something to do.

ALFRED:
Is this all we're getting?

Just these picketty bits?

Hardly.

These are canapés,
Alfred.

For your first course,

some truffled egg
on toast, perhaps?

Some oysters a la Russe?

Then what?

There's lobster rissoles
in Mousseline sauce

or Calvados-glazed duckling,

or do you fancy a little
asparagus salad

with Champagne-saffron
vinaigrette?

When I think how you've gone
to such pains...

Never mind me.

What about the pain
of that poor girl upstairs?

O'BRIEN:
Jilted at the altar.

I don't think I could
stand the shame.

Then it's lucky no one's
ever asked you, isn't it?

ANNA:
Poor thing.

How will she find the strength
to hold up her head?

DAISY:
I swear I'd have
to run away and hide

in a place
where no one knew me.

I think she's
well out of it.

How can you say that?

I mean it.

She's young,
she's not bad looking.

She could do much better than
that broken down old crock.

CARSON:
Sir Anthony
may have betrayed

a daughter of this house,

but he still does not deserve
to be addressed in that manner

by a footman.

MRS. HUGHES:
Oh, I think he does,
Mr. Carson.

Every bit of that and worse.

Well, maybe just this once.

Right.

What's it to be?

Lobster, duck or asparagus?

Is there any cheese,
Mrs. Patmore?

(door opens)

What would you like me
to get you?

A different life.

Let me bring you up
some breakfast.

No.

I am a useful spinster,
good at helping out.

That is my role.

And spinsters get up
for breakfast.

(knock at the door)

Going out?

Just into the village.

I have to fetch something.

Can I help?

I'm going down later.

No, thank you.

This is an errand
I have to do for myself.

Ready?

As ready as I'll ever be.

We can be sure
of one thing:

I won't be cured
by standing here.

D'you want...
No.

Everything all right,
Miss O'Brien?

Oh, yes.

Everything's
all right with me,

but it'll be all wrong
with you before too long.

Mark my words.

Oh? And how is that,
Miss O'Brien?

I don't know.

Not yet.

But it will be.

You can be sure of it.

Well?

Is it or isn't it?

It's not cancer, no.

It's a benign
something-or-other,

nothing more.

Don't mention that
you've said anything.

She doesn't know that I know.

I won't say a word.

Did you tell him?

I would prefer to say
I put him out of his misery.

(singing)

CARSON:
* Dashing away
with the smoothing iron *

* She stole my heart away

* Dashing away
with the smoothing iron *

* Dashing away
with the smoothing iron *

* Dashing away
with the smoothing iron *

* She stole my heart away.

(chuckling)