All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S04E03.Episode.3.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(bell ringing)

The housekeeper used to be
called Mrs. Hughes.

I don't know
if she's still here.

Leave everything
to me, m'lord.

I'll see you upstairs.

I won't be up before the gong.

(giggling):
Can I help?

Stick it under my arm
if you can.

You're an angel from above.

I don't know about that.

Do you know where
Lord Gillingham's room is?

There's a maid on the gallery
with a list.

She'll show you.

See? You've got the answer
to everything.

And I suspect you have too,
Mr. Gillingham.

Was the train on time,
Sir John?

Absolutely.

It was all as efficient
as you like.

(woman laughing)

Mrs. Jefferson,
how nice to see you.

Which one is Mr. Sampson?

And why have we asked him?

Ah, well, I see him
at White's

every now and then and
he seemed keen to come.

He's over there,
talking to Mama.

Ah, yes.

Who's the glamorous pirate?

Don't you recognize
Johnnie Gillingham's son?

Anthony Foyle?

Yes, but he's
Lord Gillingham now.

Ah, I haven't seen him
since his father's funeral.

I know, but I wrote
afterwards and he answered.

How nice of you to come.

It's good to be
back at Downton.

Mary, you remember
Anthony Foyle?

Sorry... Gillingham.

I remember a very superior
young man who found

three little girls
extremely tiresome

to deal with.

I seem to be
rather outnumbered

by your parents'
old friends.

Oh, don't worry.

You and Papa are really
going to get to know

each other this time,
I promise.

DUCHESS:
You're the agent
here now, aren't you?

Mary told me.

You must miss darling
Sybil so dreadfully.

Yes.

Did you have a good journey?

I'm afraid Tom's small talk
is very small indeed.

Not everyone can be
Oscar Wilde.

That's a relief.

Go up when you like.

We'll gather in the
drawing room at 8:00.

Ten staying and only three maids
and two valets between them.

Not quite like
before the war, is it?

Very little is.

Well, they're mostly easy

and the Duchess of Yeovil's
no trouble at all.

Of course
we don't know Mr. Sampson

or Sir John Bullock,

and we haven't seen
Lord Gillingham for a while.

Oh, Anna, can you look in
on Mrs. Jefferson?

They're in the Chinese.

Of course.

Oh, Edna, Lady Raven

might need a helping hand.

She's in Fontenoy.

She says she's used
to having no maid,

but I rather doubt it.

I'm not sure I've got time.

Make time.

Poor Lady Raven.

When you think of her life
ten years ago and now.

I'm told she has
some dingy little house

north of the park.

It's a wonder they
still ask her to stay.

Well, perhaps her ladyship
does not wish to cast away

an old friend because she
lives north of the park.

I know, I know.

But still, it's sad.

We never moved back
after the war.

It was a hospital, you know.

And now?

It's a girls' school.

Hmm...

But we're quite comfortable
in the Dower House.

Did you ever see it?

I remember having
tea there once

with your grandmother.

She gave me ice cream and I
got it all over my dress.

Nanny was furious.

That sounds like Grandmama.

She'd always say how
children should be spoiled.

She's gone now,
so she'll never know

if I took her advice.

You have no children?

No.

No children, no wife.

I've come close
a couple of times.

In fact, I'm close now.

What about you?

I have a son, George.

You know that Matthew...

Oh, God, I'm... I'm sorry.

Of course I know.

I just wasn't thinking.

Please forgive me.

There's nothing to forgive.

I go this way
and you're down there.

Oh, not those bowls, Ivy!

Chilled soup should be
an exquisite mouthful,

not a bucket of slop!

I'll get the smaller ones.

Daisy, how are
the squabs doing?

Fine, Mrs. Patmore.

What about the syllabubs?

The orange peel and brandy mix
is cooling in the larder.

I'll whip the cream
during the first course.

What about the savory?

Mushrooms peeled and cut.

Anchovy butter's ready.

I'll make the toast when
they eat the pudding.

Oh, my God, the vegetables!

She'll bust a gut
if she keeps that up.

Have you settled him in
satisfactorily,

Mr. Gillingham?

I wish you could
call me Green.

That's my real name.

Mr. Carson
wouldn't approve.

He believes
in the old ways.

And what do you believe in?

I believe in getting on
with my work.

All work and no play
makes Jack a dull boy

and Jill a dull girl.

Perhaps I should
organize some games.

I'll "organize" you,
if you don't watch out.

They finally got you

into white tie, I see.

More's the pity.

I've never felt more stupid
in my life.

(door shuts)

I was wondering why
we've never spoken

since I came back.

I hope we can still be friends?

Of course.
Of course we can.

But we can't have lunch again
at the pub in the village.

Braithwaite...

Edna...

I'm trying to walk
a tightrope here.

As long as you're
not my enemy.

God, no.

I hope things turn out
well for you.

I do, truly.

I gather the Abbey
is once more to be

a scene of great splendor.

Are you going up there
for any of it?

I'm supposed to go
for dinner on the last night.

To hear Melba sing.

Oh.

I envy you.

But you don't
sound very glad.

I don't want them to spend
their days in Stygian gloom.

I really don't.

They say "life must go on"
and of course it must.

But it seems disloyal
to Matthew.

Not disloyal, exactly.

What does Lady Mary feel?

Oh, you know Mary.

She's always quite opaque.

I love Al Jolson,
don't you?

I've got all his records.

Including "April Showers"?

Of course.

I love it madly.

Are you ever in London?

I might be.

BRANSON:
We're a little
exposed up here

to sow barley
as a winter crop.

The Duke always swore by it.

Did you know that
barley beer was probably

the first alcoholic drink?

It was developed
by Neolithic man.

So we all owe him
quite a debt.

Do we?

Oh, there's poor Lady Raven.

I really ought to go
talk to her.

Of course, Your Grace.

Don't call her Your Grace.

BRANSON:
I thought it was correct.

For a servant
or an official at a ceremony,

but in a social situation,
call her Duchess.

But why?

I don't call you Countess.

Certainly not.

There's no logic in it.

Oh, no.

If I were to search for logic,

I should not look for it
among the English upper class.

Thomas, get me a drink,
will you, for God's sake.

It's Barrow now, sir,
but yes, of course.

What about a hand at cards?

Why not?

I'll get them to set up
a table for you

in the smoking room.

Barrow?

Already done, m'lord.

Will you play,
Lord Grantham?

I don't think so.
Not tonight.

EDITH:
Do you ever play?

Well, I used to.

But tonight I'd rather
be with you.

MARY:
It's no trouble.

We have plenty of horses
and Papa would be delighted.

Have you anything
to ride in?

We packed it all
just in case.

Well, that settles it.

I'll send a message
to the stables tonight.

Will you come out with me?

Actually, I might.

I haven't been
in the saddle for ages.

I'll be stiff
as a board the next day.

(chuckles lightly)

Would anyone else
like to go riding

tomorrow morning?

Sir John?

Mr. Sampson?

Must I?

(chuckles)

Edith?

Do you ride?

Not if I don't have to.

I'm afraid you're
stuck with me.

(cookware clanging)

Why on earth are you doing that
at this ungodly hour?

Where are the girls?

I sent them to bed.

Then I thought I might
get ahead of myself.

Come to think of it,
I might lay out

what I need
for the breakfast.

All set for tomorrow?

I think so.

But where should we feed
Dame Nellie on Sunday?

She can't eat
in the servants' hall.

And what about the pianist?

Well, he can join us,
and she can have

a tray in her room.

You don't think she should dine
with the house party?

An Australian singer?

Eating with her ladyship?

Never mind the Duchess.

No, I do not.

Mr. Molesley?

Hello.

What are you doing?

Mrs. Patmore left an order
with Mr. Bakewell.

She said it was urgent.

Oh, what's this,
Mr. Molesley?

Are you delivering
for Bakewell's now?

I'm just filling in.

Until something turns up.

You're a delivery boy?

MRS. PATMORE:
Now, now, Daisy.

There's no shame
in hard work.

You sit there,
Mr. Molesley,

and I'll fetch you
some tea.

Thank you.

You played late.

I hope you didn't think me
rude for going to bed.

No, not a bit.

ROBERT:
How was the game?

Sampson is a very
skilled player.

Yes.

Where were you last night?

Being thrashed by Sampson.

(laughing):
Poor you.

I hope that means I can
count on you tonight.

You can always count on me.

What are your plans for today?

I thought I'd go to the South
Wood, look at the new planting.

Won't you help me entertain
our guests?

Just give me two hours off,

and I'll do
whatever you want.

We're going for a walk
after breakfast.

Why don't you come?

I don't think so.

I've got too much to do;

rounding this lot up.

Coffee?

Not yet, thank you.

I'm going to manage
it somehow.

I've a feeling
he's very good

at putting off what
he doesn't want to do.

He's not as calculated
as that.

How little we know
our own parents.

Apparently he took a fortune

off Sir John Bullock.

What about your employer?

Ah, his lordship's
too clever for that.

He got out the game early.

That's not what I heard.

What were they playing?

Poker.

Of course it was poker.

You can't lose
a fortune playing Snap.

I could.

Mabel Lane Fox?

So you've caught
the greatest heiress

of the season.

She's very nice, in fact.

I'm sure.

Of course everyone wants it,
on both sides,

but we do get on.

You may be surprised
to hear that a match

which is wanted by everyone

can turn out to be
extremely happy.

Do you speak
from experience?

Absolutely.

Matthew and I were flung
at each other's heads

from the moment he arrived.

If anything, it rather
slowed matters up.

But you were happy?

Wonderfully happy.

How lucky you are.

Am I?

You've known a great love.

Doesn't that enrich any life?

I'm not sure.

Matthew changed me.

I loved him,
but he changed me.

If I were as tough as I was
before I met him,

I bet I'd be happier now.

Maybe.

But we can't go back, can we?

Apparently not.

What will you do with that?

Cover it and dry it
on the stove,

then put it into muslin bags.

Old Lady Gillingham's maid
just buys it in packets.

Perhaps she's not
a country girl.

Well, judging by you,
she's the poorer for that.

You've plenty of time
for chatter.

You can blame me.

I'm afraid it's
a failing of mine.

I do blame you.

(bell rings)

What is the matter?

I don't know.

There's something about him
that gets my goat.

He was just trying
to be nice.

Carson.

We're all going on a tour
of the gardens in ten minutes.

When we get back, it might
be nice to have some coffee.

Very well, m'lady.

Is everything
under control?

It is.

It's exciting to think
of Nellie Melba

singing at Downton.

I'm not sure about exciting.

It's certainly very expensive.

I know, but a house party
can be so flat

if there's no special moment.

And it wouldn't be
special enough

to watch the sun set
by the lake?

Good morning, ladies.

Good morning.

(mouthing silently)

What is it?

I can't get
the lid off this.

Give it here.

I'll do it.

(grunts)

JIMMY:
Stand back.

Let a real man
handle it.

Come on.

(grunts)

I wonder what happened
to that "real man."

See?

Told you I was master here.

(glass shatters)

(groans)

That'll teach you
to show off.

I hurt myself,
thank you very much.

Well, you'll mend,

which is more than
I can say for that jar.

Daisy, Ivy,

clear this mess up, as I assume
Mr. Clever Clogs won't.

(snorts)

GREGSON:
I'm getting quite fluent.

You're taking
German lessons?

Well, if I'm going
to live there.

No, no. Of course.

I just can't
get over the fact

you're doing all this
to be with me.

Whatever it takes.

Michael was admiring
the library.

It's marvelous.

Edith tells me there's
a Gutenberg Bible.

Yes.

It's a shame our librarian,
Mr. Pattinson, isn't here.

He's the only one who knows
where anything is.

Well, if you'll excuse me?

I must go and sort out
the wine for tonight.

He doesn't approve of me.

He doesn't know you.

Nor is he likely to.

ROBERT:
Serve the Margaux at dinner,

and keep the Haut-Brion
for tomorrow.

No, the '99, if we have enough.

I want to go out with a bang.

And you can choose the white.

Very good, m'lord.

One thing: her ladyship
has been kind enough

to invite the servants

to hear Dame Nellie
tomorrow evening.

It's a rare
opportunity for them.

She's very generous.

But I wondered, what are we
to do about the kitchen staff?

Why? Do you fear the corrupting
influence of opera?

Not at all, m'lord.

But before the war they wouldn't
usually have been included.

Oh, I think we must
bend that far, Carson.

Modern times and all that.

As you wish, m'lord.

I've arranged
for Dame Nellie's accompanist

to sleep with
the male servants.

Well, I doubt he'd expect
to sleep with the female ones.

And Dame Nellie will have
dinner in her room.

Very good.

Whatever you think.

How wonderful to see
an estate that's still

all in one piece.

Don't speak too soon.

What do you mean?

Well, we have
a big tax bill to pay.

Papa wants to sell land,
but I'd like to see

if we can avoid it.

The trouble is,
I can't get him to listen.

Shall I tell you what I'd do?

Please.

Make him agree for you
to meet the tax people,

then bring back the best deal
they can offer.

In that way you'll have
a real case to argue.

We had a similar choice
when Father died.

In the end, we let the house,
but kept the land.

Thank you.

It's nice to know
one's not alone.

That others are facing
the same trials.

No.

You're not alone.

(cries out)

What's up?

I've jiggered my bloody wrist,
that's what.

Oh, I'll have
no swear words in here,

thank you very much.

Unless I'm doing the swearing.

CARSON:
What's going on?

Why aren't you upstairs?

Jimmy's hurt his wrist.

He can't carry the tray.

What?

I'll do my best, Mr. Carson.

Is something wrong?

Why are you
down here now?

Who's in the dining room?

I'm going straight back up.

I just wondered
what the delay was.

Oh, no, it's no good.

Mr. Barrow,
you'll have to do it.

THOMAS:
Mr. Carson,

must I remind you that
I am the under butler?

I don't care if you're
the High Cockleorum.

You're a footman tonight.

(whispering):
Sorry, Mr. Barrow.

ROBERT:
It wasn't her husband,
it was a dog.

(men laughing)

SAMPSON:
I'm getting up a game.

What about you,
Gillingham?

I don't think so.

I'll join you,
if you like.

Is there
a place for me?

Certainly.

Shall I meet you
in the smoking room

in ten minutes?

Very good.

I should be careful
if I were you.

Sampson is
a very sharp player.

Oh, I think I can
look after myself.

ROSE:
Oh, it looks terribly heavy.

I'm playing cards with Sampson
and your father later.

He'll have to talk to me
if we're sitting together

at a card table.

I hope James
isn't really hurt.

I don't think so, m'lady.

Good.

But I suppose we'll
have to muddle through

tomorrow as well.

Don't worry about that, m'lady.

I have an idea.

You do realize we can
sell land as a capital gain

and pay no tax on it at all?

And end up with an estate
that can't support the house.

I doubt it will
change my mind.

I'm glad you only "doubt" it.

I must be making some progress.

(gramophone playing dance tune)

What's that?

Is there anyone
who wants to dance?

I jolly well do.

If it's with you.

I love dancing,

but these days
I haven't got a partner.

Tom?

You're dressed for it.

Would you care
to dance with me, Duchess?

I should love it.

I hate to pass up the chance
to hold you in my arms.

EDITH:
Why do you have to play?

Because I've said I will.

What about it?

I thought I'd keep
Granny company.

VIOLET:
Don't use me as an excuse.

If you don't want
to dance, tell him.

Do you know Racing Demon?

I've heard of it,
but I've never played.

I'll teach you while
I'm here, if you like.

We'll bring in
some of the others.

You need a pack of cards
for every player.

We can manage that.

BATES:
Anna?

Can you give me a hand
with this shirt?

I've got his shoes to clean.

Of course.

I'm very fond of Ireland.

Where did you grow up?

Bray, in County Wicklow.

Oh, I love Wicklow.

And of course you must
know the Powerscourts.

I know of
Lord Powerscourt, yes.

Lady Powerscourt
is my niece.

Have you met her?

I've seen her.

I wouldn't say
exactly I've met her.

I don't know
why I'm doing this.

By the way,
I took your advice

and I'm pleased I did.

Thank you.

Glad to be of service.

MARY:
Rose?

Where did you get that?

ROSE:
I found it in the attic.

I got Alfred to bring
it downstairs.

MARY:
I'm so sorry,

but I... I can't dance
after all.

What was that about?

The gramophone.

It belonged to Matthew.

I didn't think.

What a pity.

SAMPSON:
Four nines.

You're too good for me.

He's too good
for all of us.

Nonsense.

I've been lucky, that's all.

I'm wondering
if I ought to stop.

I'm in pretty deep.

I'm in a lot deeper,
I'm sad to say.

Your luck is about

to change, gentlemen.

I'm certain of it.

If it doesn't,
how do you like to be paid?

Don't worry.

I'm happy with IOUs.

We can settle up
when we leave,

or at the club.

Besides, you may have won
it all back by the end.

Not a chance.

I hope you can all
keep my secret?

I wouldn't want to worry
Lady Grantham.

We must practice
our poker face.

Antes, gentlemen.

Good night.

How are you
enjoying the party?

(sighs)

I look like a fool.

I talk like a fool.

I am a fool.

Alfred said you were dancing.

With an old bat
who could be my granny

and thinks I grew up
in a cave.

My clothes deceive no one.

Don't be so hard on yourself.

I'm a fish out of water,

and I've never felt it
more than today.

Good day, m'lord?

Good until tonight.

I took a walloping
from Mr. Sampson.

At poker.

I was a fool to play
with someone

who so obviously knew
what he was doing.

Lord Gillingham tried
to warn me off,

but I wouldn't listen.

Do you know
the gentleman well?

No.

But I was discussing
the party at the club

and he hinted a bit and
I suppose I took the bait.

Anyway.

Perhaps keep it
to yourself, Bates.

Of course, m'lord.

Good man.

(door opens)

ANNA:
M'lady?

What's the matter?

Did you know that
Lady Rose had found

Mr. Crawley's gramophone?

I did, yes.

She wanted it for her records.

I told her to ask you.

Well, she didn't.

(sighing):
I feel very sad tonight.

And no wonder.

She shouldn't have
had it brought down

and set off all your memories.

No, it's not that.

At least,
it's not only that.

Sometimes I don't know
whom I'm most in mourning for,

Matthew or the person I used
to be when I was with him.

You're a fine person, m'lady.

Fine and strong, and you'll
learn that for yourself

as time goes by.

I made rather an idiot of myself
in front of Lord Gillingham.

He won't mind.

No.

No, I don't think he will.

Can you stop a moment, please,
and let me out?

Isobel... Isobel, my dear.

Will you come up tonight
and hear Melba?

Well, I can't decide.

I have a lot to do.

My dear, I don't
want to be unkind,

and you have
my sympathy, truly.

But it won't bring him back

for you to sit alone,
night after night.

I know.

But you see,
I have this feeling

that when I laugh or read
a book or hum a tune,

it means that
I've forgotten him.

Just for a moment.

And it's that
that I can't bear.

"Better by far that
you should forget and smile,

than that you should
remember and be sad."

But Rosetti was writing
about her own death,

not her child's.

Will you come?

(panting)

I came as soon
as I got your message.

I hope I didn't drag you away
from anything important.

Oh, no, no, no,
I've finished for the day.

At Bakewell's?

I am in a predicament.

James, the first footman,

has sprained his wrist
and cannot carry.

Mr. Barrow feels the duties
are beneath him,

and in the meantime,
we have a party of 16

staying at the house.

You want me to be a footman?

I know it is far below
your talents,

but you do understand
the duties

and since you are working
at Bakewell's...

You mean I can fall no further.

I wondered if you might
do us the great favor

of helping me out.

I have come down
in the world, Mr. Carson.

We both know that.

I am a beggar and so,
as the proverb tells us,

I cannot be a chooser.

Hmm.

Do you know if Dame Nellie
has arrived?

I believe so, m'lady.

But too late for tea?

What a shame.

(door opens)

I was getting nervous,
but apparently Dame Nellie

is here now.

Good.

Are you enjoying yourself
so far?

Seeing the old house
at full strength again?

Yes, I am.

At any rate,
I'm enjoying most of it.

Only most?

I don't want Sampson
invited back.

I think he's rather a tyke.

How do you find Mr. Gregson?

Well, Sampson
hammered him,

but he took it like a man,
I will say that.

I hope you weren't
caught up in it.

I was more of a spectator.

I hate gambling.

How can grown men throw away
their fortune like that?

What could be more stupid?

I couldn't agree more.

(sniffs)

Mr. Molesley?

I thought it was you.

Are you a footman now?

I'm having my career
backwards.

CARSON:
Ah, Mr. Molesley.

Alfred will be acting
first footman tonight.

So can you take
your lead from him?

Why not?

Perhaps Daisy'd like
to give me a pointer or two.

Or Ivy?

And here are some clean gloves
that should fit you.

Gloves, Mr. Carson?

I'm sorry, Mr. Molesley,
you're not the butler here.

That is my job.

You are a footman,
and a footman wears gloves.

So if we could begin?

Everyone ready?

Go!

(excited chatter and laughter)

It's all part of the rules.

Oh, I've got the ace.

(excited chatter and laughter)

Someone's cheating...

What on earth can she be doing?

Should someone go up and see?

I thought she was going
to sing after dinner.

She is.

Well, then why would we want
to see her before?

(sighs)

I suppose you'll get up
a game again tonight?

After the singing?

During it, with any luck.

Then you must count me in.

You'll play again?

If you'll have me.

I think I've got
the trick of it now.

Very well, if you insist.

Don't say I didn't warn you.

(chuckles)

(door opens and closes)

Do you know
Isabella Moncrieffe?

No.

She's blown up
like a balloon.

What do you mean
she's in her room?

How long has she been there?

Her maid took her some tea
when she arrived...

What?

And I'm about to send up dinner.

ISOBEL:
Well, doesn't she want
to eat with us?

I didn't think it
appropriate, ma'am,

and his lordship
agreed with me.

I can't believe my ears.

Robert?

(whispering):
A world-famous singer
is in our house,

a great artist
honored by the King,

but you felt it beneath
your dignity to eat with her?

I don't re...

Am I the only member
of this family

who lives
in the 20th century?

CORA:
What room is she in?

Princess Amelia, m'lady.

You will have her
next to you at dinner,

and you will like it!

But what do I say to her?

What does one say to a singer?

(footsteps retreating)

I blame you.

Now spoon it into the shells.

No, not like that!

Oh, give it here!

Mrs. Patmore,
we can do this.

Oh, can you?

With Ivy slapping it out
like a trained seal?

Alfred, just remember
that one's for the Duchess.

She can't eat
it... (gasps)

(breathless):
Oh, oh my God.

What is it?

I've got a pain
like a vice,

it's like a vice!

Ivy, fetch Mrs. Hughes.

Alfred, help me
get her to a chair.

No but who'll finish
the dinner?

I've not made
the béchamel yet,

nor the dill sauce
for the salmon!

Daisy?
But I've all me own
stuff to do.

I'll do it.

Madge is ringing
for the doctor.

Why? What is going on?

DAISY:
Alfred's making
the sauces for the dinner

and Mrs. Patmore's
having a heart attack.

I'm not surprised.

No, I mean really!

(loud shrieking)

What on earth?

Don't ask.

(panting)

(quiet chatter)

Molesley?

Oh, you're back?
I'm so glad.

They can't keep a good man down.

On the contrary, m'lady.

That's exactly
what they can do.

GREGSON:
I'm going to slip away later

for some cards.

I hope you won't mind.

Not with Sampson again?

You said you'd
lost a packet.

Well...

Ah...

(whispering):
It's time to turn.

I'm so sorry about earlier.

I hope you didn't feel
we'd abandoned you.

This is delicious.

I'm so pleased you like it.

Haut-Brion.

It's one of my favorites.

Did you read that on the menu?

I didn't need to.

I've made quite a study
of Claret.

Oh, well, then.

This is going to be
much less uphill

than I thought.

MARY:
I'll ring tomorrow

and make an appointment.

Tom can come with me.

I'm sure you don't need my help,
but it's yours for the asking.

Thank you.

May I take you
out for dinner

when you're in London?

I don't think Miss Lane Fox
would approve

and nor would I, really.

But I can't tell you

what a lift it is
to hear that you'd like to.

Really?

(laughs)

Is something the matter?

If it is, it shouldn't be.

It's the first time
I've heard her laugh

since it happened.

I know.

And I don't want her
to spend her life in sorrow.

She's not the Lady of Shalott.

It's just I find it hard
to join in the merry-making.

We haven't all been
making merry.

But you see, what it
comes down to in the end

is this nice
Lord Gillingham,

and Sir John over there,

and him and him and you.

You're all alive.

My son's dead.

(excited chatter and laughter)

Anna.

Anna.

Anna!

Are you so involved
in your game

you were unaware Mrs. Patmore
has been taken ill?

What?

What sort of ill?

Ill enough to make
this racket inappropriate.

Well, I was going to win.

Yes, I think you were.

Which is a good omen.

What for?

Never you mind.

(giggles)

Why are you
being like this?

I was just having fun.

I'll leave you to it.

Please do.

Thank you for organizing that,
Mr. Gillingham.

It was terrific.

(knock at door)

How is she?

CLARKSON:
She'll live.

I think it was brought on

by anxiety, a sort of panic

over all the things
that had to be done.

There was a lot to be done.

Yes, but you mustn't
let it overpower you.

Can I listen to Dame Nellie?

CLARKSON:
I think so.

But put your feet up when
they've left in the morning.

You should stay
for the concert.

Well, I don't want
to be a nuisance,

but it does seem
too good to miss.

I'll go and put
my bag in the car.

CARSON:
I don't know.

Screaming in the servants' hall,

singers chatting
to his lordship,

and a footman
cooking the dinner.

What a topsy-turvy world
we've come to.

I needed something
to get me through it,

and I see
you've had the same idea.

Are you all right?

No.

I'm afraid I've let you down.

What? Why?

Since Sybil died
you've all allowed me

to believe I was one of you.

You are one of us.

Now.

No, I'm not.

Not when you're among
your own people.

Tom, something's upset you.

Was it the Duchess?

If so, I wouldn't pay
the slightest attention.

It wasn't her fault.

She was only trying to be nice.

It was me.

I don't belong here,

and these past few days
have shown me that.

I don't accept
what you're saying,

and Cora certainly won't.

But we must go now,
or we'll get stick.

Do any of you ever leave school?

* Seldom from her eyelids

* Were the teardrops
banished... *

(clears throat)

(whispering):
I'm sneaking off.

(whispering):
I wish I knew why.

You will.

* Now I teach my children...

(whispering):
I hope I didn't
let you down.

(whispering):
I'm sure you didn't.

Mr. Carson said they gobbled
it up like gannets.

That's what I want to do,
Mrs. Patmore.

One step at a time.

* Oft the tears are flowing

* Oft they flow...

(whispering):
I've got a bit
of a headache.

Because of the singing?

Well, it's not making
it any better.

It was probably all that
shouting in the game.

And I'll thank you
not to comment.

I'll pop down
and get something.

(pianist plays end of song)

(applause)

DAME NELLIE:
And now for one
of my favorites.

O Mio Babbino Caro, by Puccini,
from Gianni Schicchi.

And I'd like to dedicate this
to love and to lovers.

(whispering):
What a relief.

I thought
we might have been in

for some of that
dreadful German lieder.

You can always
rely on Puccini.

I prefer Bartok.

Oh, you would.

* O mio babbino caro...

SAMPSON:
Straight to the six.

GREGSON:
Flush.

I don't understand how...

How what?

Come on, Sampson.

You're not trying to get
out of paying up, are you?

Of course not.

Would you care
for something stronger?

I shouldn't let Mr. Carson
see you with that.

You want some?

Uh-uh.

I expect you're
sick of it, too.

A grown woman screeching
like a cat on a bonfire.

(laughs)

That's very naughty.

I think Dame Nellie
has a beautiful voice.

Don't be silly, let me pass.

You look to me
like you could use

a bit of real fun,
for once.

Is that what you want?

What I want is
to go back upstairs.

You're not telling me that sad
old cripple keeps you happy.

If you must know, yes,
he keeps me very happy.

Now let me by, please.

Perhaps you've forgotten
what you're missing.

(grunting)

* Ascolta, ascolta

* Le poche robe aduna
che lasciai sparse. *

(Anna screaming)

* ... stan chiusi
quel cerchietto d'or *

* e il libro di preghiere.

(distant screaming)

(crashing and banging)

* ...ricordo d'amor!

* Addio...

I wonder what
she's doing.

Maybe she's
fallen asleep.

Well, she wouldn't get
much sleep up here,

that's for sure.

* ...senza rancor.

(music stops)

(applause)

I think we're both even,
so we'll leave you to it.

I assume you'll take
an IOU?

Well, firstly, I'll take
all the IOUs you've accumulated

during your stay.

You may send me a check
for the rest.

I'm not sure I can allow that.

You'd better allow it,

or I will tell Lord Grantham
how you won,

and there won't be
a club in London

to touch you
with a ten-foot pole.

Will you take a note
for the remainder of the debt?

Yes.

It wouldn't be in your interest
to cross me.

You think you're so holy,
don't you?

You're just a cheat,
like me.

I have won against a card sharp.

There is pleasure in that.

ROBERT:
I'm so pleased you came.

So am I.

I was wrong to hesitate.

But then, guilt has the power

to make all of us
do strange things.

Oh!

Well, not all of us.

Guilt has never played
a major part in my life.

Amen to that.

I think these are yours.

Oh, I can't accept this.

Please do.

I won it off Sampson
fair and square.

Fair and square, eh?

Well...

I won, anyway.

But then the money's
yours.

No, I don't want it.

Isn't that a better way
to end the house party?

(laughing)

How did it go?

Mr. Gregson
has saved my bacon.

But don't tell
your mother.

How on earth
did you do that?

I revived a dubious talent
from my misspent youth.

Well, that was a nice
surprise, I must say.

My whole stay has been full
of nice surprises.

I can't tell you
how pleased I am that I came.

Really?

Then I'm pleased, too.

What is it?

Whiskey.

God, it's huge.

I thought you might
need it.

You understand me, don't you?

I like to think so.

ALFRED:
Keep some fresh coffee,
Mr. Molesley.

ANNA (softly):
Shut the door.

My God!

Shut the door!

Will you help me?

Will you find me
some clothes?

Yes, of course I will, but...

Then would you see
to Lady Mary?

Say, um...

Just say I've gone home
with a headache.

I can manage Lady Mary,

but Anna,
we must tell someone...

No, no, no!

But you'll have to tell
Mr. Bates.

Him least of all!

If he knew, he'd murder the man
who's done it

and then he'd be hanged.

But surely...

He's a convicted
felon!

Do you think they'd spare him
a second time?

No.

Maybe the doctor's
still here.

Will you listen?

I need your help or I
wouldn't have told you.

Nobody else must ever know.

You promise me!

Wait here.

I'll fetch you some water

and a comb

and see what I can find you
in the way of a dress.

(door closes)

(crying)

(door opens)

Did you enjoy your evening?

Yes, I did rather.

You weren't too shocked,

having to talk
to a professional singer?

You always make me out to be
so narrow minded,

but I liked her.

Because she appreciated
your wine.

There are worse reasons.

And have you formed
an opinion of Mr. Gregson?

Yes, as a matter of fact.

I'm not sure he's
what we want for Edith,

but it's a changing world

and I must admit,
he's a decent cove.

Heavens, a Damascene conversion.

(laughs)

What's brought this
about?

Was it something he said?

It wasn't that
so much.

But he did behave in a way

that I thought was really
quite gentlemanly.

Are you awake?

What happened to you?

I was drinking a powder
when I suddenly felt dizzy

and I must have fainted.

I think I hit the edge
of the sink as I went down.

Stupid.

You've changed your dress.

Yes, it's badly marked.

I've put it in to soak,
but I'm not sure I can save it.

Mrs. Hughes lent me this.

Good night,
Mr. Bates.

Mrs. Bates.

And thank you for looking
after me while I've been here.

Good night,
Mr. Gillingham.

Good night, Mr. Gillingham.

What's the matter?

Nothing.

I just feel like walking
on my own, that's all.

(crying)

BATES:
Anna?