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Oh, let me give you one of those.

Can I give you one of those?
It's an open day at the Abbey.

Please come along.
In aid of the hospital trust.

Hello sir,
might I offer you one of those?

Bring the family. Would you like one?

What are they paying to see?
We have nothing to show.

A decent Reynolds,
a couple of Romneys and Winterhalter.

That's your lot. They'd do better
taking a train and visiting the Tate.

- That's not the point.
- People want to see a different home.

- It's not the things.
- How the other half lives?

If you want to put it like that.
There's a curiosity.

Dr Clarkson, what do you feel?

Keeping people healthy
takes money in this day.

- We could raise more than you think.
- We're opening the house for one day.

There's an end to it.
Mary and Tom made the decision.

Ah, I know well enough
that when Mary has spoken,

my opinion has little bearing
on the matter.

- You don't really mind, do you?
- No, but I think it's crackers.

I don't like it.
Poking and prying around the house.

What's to stop them slipping
the odd first edition into their pocket?

You have a poor opinion
of your fellow man.

I have the opinion life has taught me.

I don't see why anyone would pay
money to come and look.

You're not curious
about how other people live.

- No, I'm not.
- If you'd the chance to see the rooms

- would you give Sixpence for that?
- What would it tell me?

They sleep in a bed,
they eat at a table. 80 do I.

I always wonder whether someone else
is having a better time.

That's dangerous. You think
they must be having a better time.

You want them
not to have a better time.

Next, there's a guillotine
in Trafalgar Square.

Ever the optimist.

Houses should be open. What gives
them the right to keep people out?

The law of property, the cornerstone
of any civilisation worthy of the name.

Well, to me, it could be a good thing.

To let them enjoy fine craftsmanship
and beautiful paintings.

But of course,
they're bound to start asking

why have the Crawleys got all this?

Thank you, Mr Molesley.
I couldn't have put it better myself.

But why have they, Mr Carson?

How is your job search going,
Mr Barrow?

But why should anyone pay
to see a perfectly ordinary house?

Not everyone lives in a house
like Downton Abbey.

Oh, roll up, roll up,
visit an actual dining room.

Complete with a real-life table
and chairs.

People have always tipped
the butler to look round a house.

Elizabeth Bennett wanted to see
what Pemberley was like.

A decision which caused
her embarrassment,

if I remember the novel correctly.

And what about Robert?
He's still very ill.

He's on the mend.
It's been a few weeks.

And Cora's very competent.

Yes, she's competent.

Leading a revolution
without turning a hair.

It's been agreed. Downton Abbey
will open to the public for one day.

Dr Clarkson is very grateful.

Clarkson was there?

Oh, so he really has weakened.

I prefer to think
he has begun to see sense.

You believe that?
Even after Robert's life

was saved by a hospital
being nearby?

You think that changes things,
but as Lord Merton pointed out,

Robert would have been treated there
even after the hand-over.

Hmm. How is Lord Merton?

As he always is.

And you...

You weakening?

- No. No!

- Who was it?
- Bertie Pelham.

He's going to be in London
and wanted to meet.

Why don't you ask him to stop here
on his way?

- If you'd like to.
- I would rather.

- Is he worth it?
- As opposed to your mechanic?

I'm a car mechanic. Thank you.

We're opening the house that weekend.
He may have some ideas.

I'll ask him.

I should go. I'm late as it is.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Don't feel you must look in.
You should be working for your exams.

- It can't be long now.
- Not too long, no.

Are you nervous? I should be.

I do know it. The question is, can I
summon it up when the time comes?

- Where are you taking them?
- School. Headmaster will oversee it.

- Mr Molesley's settling the details.
- You owe him.

I know. But he's enjoyed it, too.

Oh.

- This is for Mrs Patmore.
- What is it?

- A note to thank her. I'm grateful.
- She already knows that.

- It never hurts to say it.
- You don't want to encourage her.

- She's too curious for her own good.
- Just give her the note.

- Ahem.
- Oh, this is good of you.

You should've let
one of the footmen bring it up.

I wanted to see how you are, my lord,

and I thought
you might fancy some of this.

Crumbs, that looks frightening.

It's a little Château Chasse-Spleen,
my lord.

- I put it in this for ease of carriage.
- Chasse-Spleen? Now you're talking.

I believe it was a favourite
of Lord Byron's.

He knew a thing or two about wine, heh.
And women.

Oh, but do you know, Carson,
I think I'm going to have to say no.

- Really, my lord?
- I'm afraid so.

Sometimes in life
sacrifices have to be made,

and I think the time has come for me to
accept that I cannot go on as I used to.

- I'm sorry to hear you say so, my lord.
- Not as sorry as I am.

Speaking of necessary sacrifices,

I've been thinking
about things lying here.

We must get on with simplifying
the household.

We've talked about it
but we haven't done much.

Oh, the new maids live in the village
and so cost a lot less

and we only have one groom
and a stable boy.

But we still have an under butler
and two footmen in this day and age.

I believe Mr Barrow has genuinely
been looking for other employment.

But not finding it.

- Is there anything we can do to help?
- I'll speak to him, my lord.

What do you think of the plan
to open the house?

I think it's a dangerous precedent,
since you ask,

but I'm not sure
how useful it is of me to say so.

- Dangerous? It's idiotic.
- It adds up to the same thing.

It's a mistake.

- I suppose it's too late to stop it now.
- No, far too late.

What can we show
to give them their money's worth?

Lady Grantham knitting?

Lady Mary in the bath?

What's this?

Oh, it's addressed to me.

Oh, from Mr Mason.
How did it get there?

I wondered where I put it.

- He asked me to give you it.
- Why didn't you, then?

Couldn't find it. It must've fallen
in the rubbish by mistake.

- Why had it been opened?
- Had it?

Whatever happened to that man?
Do you know what his sentence was?

- Ten years, my lady.
- Ten years?

My goodness.

I know. I'm glad in a way,
I didn't have to testify against him now.

Good night, Baxter.

Ah, are you here? What time is it?

It's late. Go back to sleep.

I think we ought to ask Mama
to come and see me.

She must be feeling rather left out.

Her mind is on other things.

She's hoping your operation
will persuade people over to her side.

I would have died
if I'd had to be taken to York.

But they'd still operate here in
an emergency, so nothing's changed.

Well, let's not make it worse.

I'm afraid it must get worse
before it gets better.

What about a fire?
It's a bit indulgent, but we've earned it.

- Not for me, I'm going to bed.
- You're not ill, are you?

Anna, if you're not well,
you must tell me.

We've finished
with your keeping me in the dark.

- I'm not "I exactly--
- Have you told Lady Mary?

I didn't like to bother her.

- Bother her first thing.
- I could tell Doctor Clarkson.

- No. You're seeing Doctor Ryder.
- Don't be silly. We can't afford that.

Can't expect Lady Mary
to keep shelling out.

I'll pay. I have savings.
We're selling a house, aren't we?

- To buy another house.
- You're the one being silly.

Talk to her tomorrow.
She'll agree with me.

And I'm paying.

I wouldn't mind having breakfast
here sometimes.

Not every day, but sometimes.

I don't think anyone would object.

- How are you at making coffee?
- I can make coffee.

It's not very hard.

Oh, heh. That's where you're wrong.
There's quite an art to it.

You might like to have a word
with Mrs Patmore.

Of course. If you'd like me to.

And I want to start bringing things
a little more up to standard.

I wonder if we could have the hall boy
to do some polishing.

I don't see why not.

And you might ask one of the maids
about making the bed.

- Isn't that good enough, either?
- Oh, it's not bad.

I didn't mean that.
But I do like those sharp corners.

Well, I'm glad it's not bad.

I wish you'd told me before.

I'm sure it's nothing.

What does Bates say?

He wants me
to see Doctor Ryder again.

He wants to pay,
but it seems an extravagance to me.

- I'm happy to talk to Doctor Clarkson.
- No, let's go to London.

I'm sure Doctor Clarkson
could manage, but I feel like a jaunt.

- And stay the night?
- With Lady Rosamund.

Pack something for the evening.
Medium smart.

I'll make some telephone calls.

I got your message.
What's happened?

- I'll ring for coffee.
- You sound as if you should ring

- for some smelling salts.
- If you mean is it serious, it is.

- Letter from the Board of Governors.
- Go on.

They are going to combine us
with York.

- As we knew they must.
- Indeed.

- I am to remain in my post here.
- Good.

- Mrs Crawley is our Almoner.
- Very sensible.

But they want to offer
the role of president to you.

- Me? Why?
- You made a very good impression.

I don't understand. What about Mama?

Lady Grantham is to be, and I quote:

"allowed to step down
after so many years of noble service."

Golly. They've sacked the captain.

You can see their point.

How could they have someone
in the management,

who thinks the whole idea
is a horrible mistake?

- You support this notion?
- Of course.

He put your name forward
as her replacement.

Lady Grantham is not as young
as she was, and as Mrs Crawley says,

- she'd be willing the regime to fail.
- Probably.

I want to involve the new president
in the logistics of running things.

She would never have agreed
to take that on.

So I'm to step into her shoes

and then be given
more responsibility than she had?

We both think you'd be marvellous.

And who is going to tell her?

They'll write as soon
as they hear from me.

I need to talk to Lord Grantham.

We don't want someone
to come up with another name.

Don't we?

It might be easier all round
if they did.

Good. I'll see you at 8.
Don't tell him it's me.

I want to be the surprise guest.

You'll think of something.

All right, bye.

This is the urgent business
that takes my lady to London?

- Not the only thing.
- It is getting serious.

Dinner with Evelyn Napier at the
Criterion? Doesn't sound serious.

I used to go to the Criterion.

Do you have to put a dampener
on every restaurant?

As a matter of fact,
I have very happy memories of it.

Send him my best wishes.
Hope to see him soon.

Oh, Evelyn?
Yes, send him my love too.

Evelyn or whoever else
might be there.

Why don't you come with me?
It'll be fun. I dare you.

- You haven't been anywhere in ages.
- All right.

I'll go and pack but we can't be long.
I wanna be sure we're ready.

We have masses of time.
We'll be home tomorrow.

You can manage for a day
without us?

I can manage without you
for as long as you want.

- Why don't you come with us?
- And watch Mary flirt with her driver?

- No, thank you.
- Can't you be pleased for her?

I'm as pleased
as she would be for me.

Barrow, you mustn't let him
wear you out.

- He's all right, my lady. Aren't you?
- I was cheering him up.

Well, that's not what it looked like.

Do you need cheering up, Barrow?

We all need it sometimes, my lady.

I mean it, George. You must let
Mr Barrow get on with his work.

- Again, again.
- Oh, all right, and off we go.

We're off.

I'm taking Tom.
It's time he had a break.

Oh, I envy you. I'm so sick
of this room, I could scream.

Barrow was in the gallery,
looking rather glum. Do we know why?

We've talked about making changes
in the household.

Carson and I both feel
he's the obvious candidate.

- You're not going to sack him?
- I hope not.

- I hope he's going to find another job.
- Oh, I see.

Well, that explains it.

He's awfully sweet with George
and the girls. You know that?

And when George is older,
he can ask him back.

Goodbye, darling.

- Get some rest.
- Heh, rest.

Don't worry, Bates.
We'll have her home soon.

Don't think there'll be anything
to concern ourselves about.

- Anna has an appointment.
- I'll telephone. Mr Mead won't mind.

I'm very grateful to you, my lady,
for arranging it,

but Anna will ask him
to send me the bill.

- Doctor Ryder was my idea, not yours.
- It was a good idea, my lady.

An idea that brought us within shouting
distance of our greatest happiness.

I can pay my way
and I'd be more comfortable to do so.

Very well. We won't fight about it.

Will you miss me?

I miss you when you're out of sight,
never mind London.

Heh, I'm glad to hear it, Mr Bates.

I won't let them send him the bill.

That's not kind. His pride is more
important to him than the money.

Thank you, Mr Branson.

Mr Barrow, in 20 years' time,

I doubt there's one footman
working at Downton.

Lady Edith already manages
without her own maid

and if Anna were to leave, I doubt
that Lady Mary would replace her.

- It's not just you.
- But I am the first.

You are the under butler,

a post that is fragrant
with memories of a lost world.

No one is sorrier to say it than I am,

but you are not a creature of today.

And you are?

I don't believe a house like Downton
could be run without a butler.

In that sense, yes, I am.

- Oh, you're busy.
- No, no. We're finished, Mrs Hughes.

Or at least one of us is.

Good day, Mr Carson.

I thought we might have our dinner

- at the cottage tonight.
- If you like.

Perhaps you could get guidance
from Mrs Patmore?

It doesn't have to be anything
very complicated.

Doesn't it? Oh, that's a relief.

I'll give you the date
as soon as I have it.

Right. I'm quite excited.
How mad is that, heh?

Can Mrs Patmore spare Daisy
for the day?

It will be the whole day.
There are six papers.

They'll spare her. Everyone there
thinks she's taking the right step.

Hope they appreciate your role in this.
You've been very kind.

Well, I think it's because
I missed the boat

and I feel it's so important
for others to catch it.

Mr Molesley, I've had an idea.
What would you say to helping me out?

- What?
- I'm not suggesting you might teach.

I need a clearer idea of what you know.
But I like your respect for education.

I like your enthusiasm,
and I want to harness it if I can.

Uh, I don't know what to say.

First you can decide if you'd sit
a test of my own devising,

of general knowledge
as much as anything.

Oh, uh...

This is kind of you, Mama,
but as you can see, I'm miles better.

I assumed it was a good sign
that I hadn't been summoned in haste.

Anyway, I'm here
and I'm glad of the chance

to talk about this mad scheme
of opening the house.

It's all fixed, Mama. By Mary.

Well, why anyone
would come beats me,

but, since it is,

should I cut a ribbon
when the doors are flung open?

- Uh, well...
- As president of the hospital,

I ought to have a formal role.
That is why we are raising funds.

I don't believe we need a ceremony.

The doors will be open from 9.
Who'd want to get here for then?

- Well, it wouldn't kill me.
- No, but it might kill us.

Oh, well, let me know what you decide.

The patients are my priority.

As president,
I am their representative on earth.

I have a feeling your collapse
will have changed

a lot of people's minds
about the so-called reforms.

Don't worry.
I shall be magnanimous in victory.

Is everything ready for tonight?

I think so.

You're not expecting a banquet,
are you?

I'm expecting a delicious dinner

prepared by the fair hands
of my beautiful wife.

- There's a threat in there somewhere.
- I don't understand.

He wants you to sit
the exam as well as Daisy?

Oh, no. Not Matric. He wants to assess
my general knowledge.

With a view to--

Well, he wasn't very specific.

I would guess he didn't want to make
a promise he might have to break.

- Are you gonna take the test?
- If Mr Carson gives me the time off.

What have I got to lose?

We'll meet upstairs after our dinner.

- My room or yours?
- I don't mind.

Mine, then. The lighting's better.

You're back. I thought I was going
to have to dress myself.

- Sorry, my lady. I could not get a bus.
- Never mind.

- What did he say?
- It's fine.

Standard pregnancy pain.
Something to do with the ligament.

- But don't ask me what.
- I won't.

He gave me exercises and suggested
a warm towel if it lingers,

but it's the body adjusting.

I don't think ligaments were invented
when I was having Master George.

George does make me laugh.
He rules Barrow with a rod of iron.

Yes, Barrow's rather sweet
with the children.

- Think he's trying to get in with us?
- I'd say he's genuine.

I doubt he'll have any children
of his own

and he enjoys their company.

Miss Marigold's fitted
in surprisingly well.

Yes, but then they're all--

They're all what?

They're all clever and pleasant.

What were you going to say?

Just what I did say, my lady.

Now, has Mr Talbot found out
you're coming tonight?

No. I suppose
I should have jumped out of a cake.

You'd have to wait
for the pudding before you saw him.

I must give Clarkson an answer

or Mama will find out in some way
before the letter arrives.

This is a secret, Baxter.

Of course.

- Will that be all?
- Yes, thank you.

That was high risk.

Not really. She won't talk.

Anyway, it'll be public soon.

- I suppose you want to accept?
- I do.

But not if it will upset you.

Mama's the one who'll be upset
when she's deposed.

Although the fact
you're the usurper

who's stolen her throne
will clearly make it worse.

But if that wasn't an element?

I only worry if it's too much for you.

It sounds as if Clarkson
almost wants you to work there.

So?

I've had one career already,
bringing up my daughters.

They don't need me now,
so I'm ready for the next.

The girls still need you.
But anyway, isn't it time for a rest?

- You're not like Isobel.
- In what way?

I mean you don't need a job.

I don't think she needs a job.
I think she wants a job.

She enjoys it. So would I.

I'm not old, Robert.

- I didn't say you were.
- Didn't you?

If Anna says she doesn't know,
I'm sure she doesn't.

Why must there be something
to know?

If I find out you knew and didn't tell me,
I'd be upset.

- I'd see it as a real betrayal.
- Don't say that.

- So you are in on it.
- Welcome.

- Evelyn. Darling.
- My hand is complete.

Heavens. We're quite a party.

Do you know Lady Anne Acland,
Mrs Dupper and Mrs McVeigh?

Anne and I shared a governess
and Jill and I came out together.

Small world. You know Henry Talbot

- and you met Charlie at Brancaster.
- We've met again since then.

- Mary's brother-in-law, Tom Branson.
- Hello.

You're over here.

I shall read lots into your wanting
to be a surprise. Am I right?

A table of singletons
at our age. Well done.

- Single now, we're all war widows.
- I am not a war widow.

- Good to see you again, Mr Rogers.
- You too.

I haven't been allowed to forget you.
Henry talks of nobody else.

Oh, I didn't think
he knew enough about me for that.

Are you pleased with your progress?

- I certainly am.
- We're both driving at Brooklands.

In the car you tested?

Exactly. See?
We'll get you interested yet.

- You won't.
- You've got me interested.

- You want to come?
- I don't get down to London.

You're here. Why not come?
You'd watch it in the pits.

- Yes, I think you'd enjoy it.
- I know I'd enjoy it.

- Mary?
- Tom, you should go.

- What about you?
- I don't keep my diary in my head.

- Ask me nearer the time.
- Heh.

How are we doing?

- What is it?
- Ahem.

Glenvere smoked salmon,
from last night's upstairs dinner.

Lemon?

- I don't believe it.
- What?

Mrs Patmore gave me two lemons
and I left them on the kitchen table.

I'll tell you what
would be nice with this.

Some horseradish,
thinned with a little soured cream.

I agree. That would be heavenly.

- Except we don't have any.
- Ah.

What are we drinking with it?

The thing is,
I don't think we should drink.

Not if his lordship feels obliged
to give it up.

His lordship is suffering
from a burst ulcer. We're not.

I know.
But somehow it feels disloyal.

He is my officer
and I should follow his lead.

- And it won't make you grumpy?
- I don't think so.

What's next?

Duck.

Is the skin crispy
like Mrs Patmore does it?

Did you ask her advice?

We talked about
what it's like to cook dinner for you.

- I bet she had a lot to say.
- We both did.

- Good night.
- Shall I get a taxi?

It's lovely. Why don't I walk you?
Where are you based?

- We're staying in Belgrave Square.
- Perfect.

- What do you say?
- I think it'd be nice.

Except I have a lot of reading to do,
so I might just go straight back.

- Only if you're sure, Tom.
- I'm sure.

- He'd better be sure.
- Hope we meet again.

At Brooklands. You'd have a good time.
It's quite swanky these days.

How enchanting you make it sound.

Goodbye, Evelyn.

- You're a darling.
- Shall we?

I hope you will come south next month.

Partly to watch me driving of course,
but mainly so that I can see you.

And I know you're not interested
in racing.

It's not only that.

I don't know why
I haven't told you before now,

but Matthew died in a car crash.

Yes, I know. Evelyn told me.

So you understand.

Of course I understand.

The car is your enemy.

But it's my friend,

and all I ask
is that you give it a second chance.

After all, it's not as if you're driving
around in a handsome cab.

Excellent. Um, in here.

Mm.

Heavens, Mr Talbot.

Is this part of your plan
to convince me?

Look, you don't have to
if you don't want to.

Plenty of wives
never go near the track.

Wives?

Heh, I only meant, if we do get involved
it doesn't have to be part of the plan.

It's not compulsory.

But you'd like me there to watch?

Yes, but only so I can be near you.

Henry, to be honest,

this is moving much faster
than I'd imagined.

Look, I know I'm not what you're after.

My prospects are modest
at best and you,

well, you're a great catch.

But you're also

a woman that I happen
to be falling in love with.

Gosh, that sounds feeble, doesn't it?

No, not at all. As an argument,
I think it's rather compelling.

- Thank you.
- Heh.

It doesn't show any signs of stopping.
Should we run for it?

- Well, you're the boss.
- Heh.

Come on, careful.

- Were you caught in the rain?
- Not too badly.

We dashed for cover
till it slackened off a bit.

How romantic.

Why are you playing Cupid?

He's nice, he's mad about you
and he loves cars. I rest my case.

- I don't see how it would work.
- Why?

He'll have to settle down eventually.
Why couldn't he do it from Downton?

- I know--
- He won't be as rich.

Won't be as rich as your child.
But he's a gentleman.

If I say that, it must be true.

- Would you like a drink?
- Glass of whiskey and water.

- When does Edith's beau arrive?
- Friday.

- In time to interfere with the opening.
- I liked him when we met.

- He seemed a decent sort.
- But boring to an Olympic degree.

If Edith's happy,
it improves things for everyone.

She's so stupid
to have saddled herself with a child.

Marigold's sweet but why
would any man want to take her on?

Heh. I thought you'd forgotten me.

Thank God I found you.
The car wouldn't start.

- So I had to get Stark to do it.
- I'm glad I don't have to walk.

- Hop in.
- I will.

But first...

That feels so nice and automatic.

Which is good?

Heh. It is for me.

Hope you don't mind
my taking a chance,

but I got your letter
and I wanted to discuss it.

This is Miss Cruikshank.
She's engaged to Larry.

Yes. I saw it in the papers.

I know I've rather pushed in,
but I did so want to meet you.

Does your fiancé know you're here?

I gather you and he haven't exactly
seen eye to eye.

- Not exactly, no.
- As you can imagine, I was amazed

and pleased when she asked
if she could join me.

You mustn't blame him.
It was completely my idea.

Hmm.
Oh, well, life is full of surprises.

I know you and Larry
rather got off on the wrong foot.

- That's one way of describing it.
- Well, please know,

not all of Lord Merton's family
feel the same way.

Goodness.

After that, I don't know
if I can concentrate on business, heh.

I wondered if Lady Grantham
had received the letter.

Not that I've heard of.

Although Doctor Clarkson has told
them Cora is happy to serve.

We're coming to the house
opening to support it.

- Don't say anything.
- I hate things like this.

We'll come off badly
when she does find out.

- I'm afraid that's true.
- Hmm.

It's odd to think you'll be
side by side, writing exams.

My paper won't be as long
as Daisy's. She's got six to do.

- Thanks.
- I admire you.

- To give yourself a second chance.
- Daisy will need some lunch.

- I will.
- I've thought of that.

I'll do lunch for Mr Dawes too.

You could ask Mr Mason
to join you on the day. He'd enjoy that.

Don't bother him,
when he's got work to do.

I'll tell him soon.
See if he'd like to look in.

I don't understand
why you can't leave him.

Daisy? That's not very gracious.

Well, I don't.

It's nerves. She's worked
long for this moment.

It's partially nerves, yes.

But I don't think it's all nerves.

And I will write a note to Mr Mason.

This is nice.
Now we can go down together.

- Less nervous-making.
- Absolutely.

I was going to look
into the night nursery first.

- Can I come?
- Of course.

Good evening, nanny.
This is Mr Pelham.

- Good evening.
- Good evening.

Could you be here
while I run down to the sewing room?

Of course.

This is Mary's son, George,

and my late sister
Sybil's daughter, Sybbie.

And this is Marigold.

God bless you, Marigold.

What a lovely place this is to grow up.

I hope so.

I'm an experienced housemaid
and house-keeper for years.

He doesn't think I can make a bed.

- He's old to be trained as a husband.
- Good evening.

- What are you doing?
- Thought I'd look in.

- What's that?
- I brought these to say thank you

- to Mrs Patmore.
- You've said thank you.

- That's very nice of you, Mr Mason.
- Why bother?

Have you seen the gardens here?

There's enough vegetables.
You need them more than we do.

Oh, never mind her, Mr Mason.

I think it's a lovely thing,

to have fresh farm vegetables
just for me.

I'll make soup and stock and all sorts.

Well,

I'll leave you to it.

You've thought of this
but I'd place someone

in each room the public will enter.
To keep an eye on things.

- Literally.
- That's a good idea.

Carson, can you sort it out?

Of course, my lady. I understand
it is only the ground floor?

Not too much of that.
They'll start in the small library,

then through the big library,
the painted room,

the smoking room, the great hall,
the dining room and back outside.

Rope off the staircases and
the back wing. Who are the guides?

Do we need guides?
Can't they just have a look?

Heh, I don't think so.
Not if you want them to go away happy,

and leave behind what's not theirs.

- Who knows about the history?
- Only our librarian, Mr Pattinson.

- But he's away.
- You'll have to fake it.

- Lady Mary, Edith, Mr Branson--
- Not me. I don't know a thing.

- I'll sell tickets but that's it.
- Well, then, Lady Grantham,

you and your daughters
can take 10 each,

with no more than 30
in the house at one time.

- Crikey.
- Heavens. Feel like Belgians

- waiting for the invasion.
- Or monkeys in a zoo.

- Do you know your positions?
- Are we allowed to sit?

The place will be open for nine hours.

Find an inconspicuous chair
in the corner, but keep a sharp eye out.

Stand if any member
of the family comes in.

- What about the luncheon?
- Sandwiches in her ladyship's room.

We'll set up two of the tea tables.
Mr Molesley, you can serve

and your place in the hall
will be taken by Daisy.

And look respectable.

Right.

Do you know
where my walking stick is?

I thought I might equip myself
with it for tomorrow.

In case you catch a thief red-handed?

You never know.

But it's not at the cottage.
And I wonder if it got left behind

- in my wardrobe.
- Mm.

- He knows a lot about everything, heh.
- The trouble is, I think he does.

- Did you enjoy our London spree?
- I did.

Have you decided if you're coming
to Brooklands?

- I know I won't enjoy it one bit, but--
- You'd like to see him again.

It's not that.

I could see him for a walk in the park.

No, I suppose I want to get over it.
To get over myself.

He asked me if I'd give cars
another chance. I should.

Who is this reasonable person?
I don't recognise my own sister, Mary.

- Could this be love, heh?
- Oh, shut up.

He seems nice
and he's certainly organised.

- Tom was quite jealous.
- But what are his prospects?

An agent, stuck up in Northumberland?
Managing someone else's estate?

- What are Edith's prospects?
- I don't know. With her magazine,

she could develop into one
of the interesting women of the day.

Ten years ago, that very idea
would have filled you with horror.

I've changed, you've changed,
the world's changed.

He is a gentleman.
You can't object to him on that score.

If she loves him, I don't object to him.
I don't think we should encourage it.

She took him to Marigold.
Didn't tell him why.

- Nor should she.
- She must eventually.

Let her make that decision for herself.

Now you need some sleep
before your hideous day tomorrow.

Ooh. Heh. Hmm.

Andrew? What were you doing
in Mr Barrow's room?

We were-- I was borrowing a book.

What book? Where is it?

I left it there.
I'll get it in the morning.

Good night, Mr Carson.

- Andrew, place the table here, please.
- Yes, Mr Carson.

Thank you, Mr Molesley.

Don't run. Don't run.

I'm sorry for the wait.
Can you form parties of 10?

We've been here since 9:00.

You are in the next group.

- Thank you.
- No, the third Earl built it.

Well, he didn't really build it
so much as, envelope it,

because this room
is originally mediaeval.

It was the monks' refectory
of an Abbey that King Henry sold

after the Dissolution
of the Monasteries.

Is that why it's called Downton Abbey?

I guess so.

Who painted that?

- I'm not sure, but this...
- Uh...

This is a Reynolds,
so that is worth looking at.

That's quite good too.

Tell us about these people.

Oh, well, they were all rather
marvellous and sort of living that life.

It's not very cosy, is it?

Isn't it?

It is cosy at night
with the lamps and the fire.

What about the architect?

Sir Charles Barry?
Yes, he built the Houses of Parliament,

or at least he finished them,

and, you know, he built lots
of lovely big buildings.

No, that's him, I think.

Or his son.

Or it might be his father.

Who's the little girl?

Ah. The little girl is a little boy,
but who I could not say.

Oh, Granny, thank God you're here.

What else could I tell them?

The library was assembled
by the fourth Earl.

- He loved books.
- What else did he collect?

Horses and women.
Where's your mother?

- She's in the Great Hall.
- Thank you. Excuse me, please.

Why are those shields
on the chimneypiece blank?

Do you know
I've never noticed that before.

Isn't that strange?

- I haven't a clue is the answer.
- Cora!

Excuse me.

- Did you know when I was last here?
- Mama, I think maybe we should--

Did you know when I was last here?

And you let me babble on
about my victory?

- Have you told Robert?
- Mama, you of all people don't want--

Just be quiet. Excuse me.

- Who's Robert?
- Sorry.

Are you all right?

I was going to see her ladyship.

She needs a glass of water and a fan.
If you'd heard what I heard, heh.

What is it?

I've had a letter. From Coyle.

- What?
- He wants me to visit him in prison.

Don't even answer it.
Ignore it. Throw it on the fire.

Mr Molesley, there's no one
on duty in the library.

Right away, Mr Carson.

Um...

Daisy, can you relieve me?
I ought to get the tables.

- What about the sandwiches?
- I'll take them up.

- The tablecloths.
- Oh.

You wouldn't believe what happened
up there in front of everyone.

Oh, try me.

My son's wife,

whom I have treated like a daughter.

- Too like.
- That she should connive

at my humiliation,

should revel
as I am cast into the dust.

Steady the buffs.

Cora doesn't control this,
any more than you.

You've had different opinions,
but neither of you made it happen.

If only Mr Chamberlain had spoken.

He was never going to say a word.

The truth is, Mama,

officialdom doesn't care
what we think anymore.

Our influence is finished.

You can say that.
You, whose very life has been saved.

You know dealing
with emergencies won't be affected.

- Do be logical.
- I am sick and tired of logic.

If I could choose between
principle and logic,

I'd take principle every time.

Just tell Cora
I do not wish to see her face

until I am used
to having a traitor in the family.

Why is she in such a tizzy?

Well, you know mothers.

They get terribly wrought up
about things.

My mom does.

There you are. Mine does too.

- May I ask what you're doing here?
- I come to see your house.

With me mom and dad.

- Do they know where you are?
- No.

Why is it so big, your house?

I'm not sure, really.

- It's the way they used to manage.
- Well, why not buy somewhere comfy?

You must have enough money.

Maybe. But you know how it is.

You like what you're used to.

Why are you in here?

- Wouldn't you like to know.
- You cheeky rascal!

Let him go. No harm done.

Are you sure?
Shouldn't we shake out his pockets?

I don't think so.

He was more of a philosopher
than a thief.

So your house is finished?

Finished and ready
to receive my guests.

- And who'll run it day-to-day?
- My niece. My sister's girl.

She's agreed, so I'm all set.

And how will you attract the visitors?

Put an advertisement in the papers.

- But how will they get in touch?
- How do you think?

I've installed a telephone
in the house.

Your own telephone? My, my.

- You're blazing a trail now.
- Heh.

Have you found anyone
to hit with that yet?

If I had my way,
I'd hit the lot of them.

But it's going all right?

Well, it seems so.

Mr Carson, can I have a word?

- Certainly.
- I'll leave you to it.

It's something or nothing.

Only I'm a bit worried about Andy.

Now, it may be innocent.
I'm not saying I'm infallible.

But he's young and you ought to know.

Lady Grantham, how nice.

My soon-to-be daughter-in-law,
Miss Cruikshank.

She was curious to see the Abbey
so I brought her here with me.

- I've taken her to meet Mrs Crawley.
- What did your fiancé say to that?

Forgive me, but I think
there's been a misunderstanding.

- Larry isn't Mrs Crawley's enemy.
- No?

He gives a marvellous
impression of it.

Tell Mrs Crawley
when you see her that I'm her friend.

I would never want to stand in her way
and nor will Larry.

I promise. Not while I'm around.

Oh, yes, very interesting.

Interesting and encouraging.

Yes, I'll leave it
at interesting for now.

Good day to you both.

Mama, can I speak to you?

No, you may not.

- Is dinner finished?
- It is.

They've had coffee taken up

to her ladyship's bedroom,
so they don't want us there.

What a day.

- I hope you've thrown away that letter.
- No, not yet.

I think you should.

- I don't know. I have to think.
- Think about what?

Nothing that would interest you.

You don't know what might interest me.

Well, that's rather
what I want to talk about, Mr Barrow.

Do you want us to leave you
to it, Mr Carson?

If you wouldn't mind.

I hope you're not planning
to hit me with that.

No. But I will not beat
about the bush either, Mr Barrow.

Someone has reported that you have
a private understanding with Andrew.

Not this again.

I might not have given it much mind

but I was upstairs last night late
and I saw him leave your room.

How long do I have to work in this
house before I am given credit?

That is all very well, but we are talking
about a young man

and I must look to his welfare.

If I were to give you my word nothing
took place of which you disapprove?

If I could just be sure.

So my word is still not good enough,
Mr Carson,

after so many years?

I only wish it were.

Golly, Moses. You astound me.
And all from the sale of tickets?

- It's a great deal of money.
- I don't suppose we could open

- on a regular basis?
- For charity, you mean?

For us. The house costs money to run
and it doesn't raise a penny.

Tell me you're not being serious, Tom.

To charge money so people
can come and snoop around our home?

What a revolting suggestion.

- It is rather a frightful idea.
- All right.

There may come a day
when we simply can't ignore

- a large source of income.
- Hopefully, when I am dust.

Still, Tom and Isobel were right.

People are curious
about what it's like to live here.

- Which is sad in a way.
- Why?

Because it means our way
of life is something strange,

something to queue up
and buy a ticket to see,

a museum exhibit,
a fat lady in the circus.

Trust you to cast a pa” of doom
over our successful day.

I had a visitor, a child.
He thought we were mad to live here

when we could be so comfy
in a normal house.

Oh, I refuse to listen.
Downton Abbey

- is where the Crawleys belong.
- I hope we'll stay.

But I suppose we all realise
it may not last forever.

This is weakling talk.

Thankfully George and I are made
of sterner stuff.

That, I'm sure, is quite true.

And we are not going anywhere.