Season 4 | Episode 2

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ 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.

Well... 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.

I'll ring the gong in a bit, but some of them have already gone up.

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.

Braithwaite?

I should go with the diamonds, m'lady.

Mm.

Why did you really invite Samson?

For the same reason you invited Tony Gillingham and Sir John Bullock, for that matter.

It's good to see young men in the house again.

Good for Mary.

You do realize she's a long way from getting over it.

CORA: I don't think she'll ever get over it, but she will get past it one day and I want to help her try.

How's Tom coping with it all?

Poor Tom.

(chuckling) When the Duchess had a hold of him, it looked as if he were going under for the third time.

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.

(pots and pans 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.

Oh, Carson.

I just wanted to check that we're all set for Dame Nellie's arrival tomorrow.

Yes, m'lady.

Where will we put her?

I'm not sure.

Would you like me to ask Mrs. Hughes?

No, she knows what she's doing.

Oh, and 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."

(lid pops) 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.

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?

Well, I might.

I do admire Melba and I would like to meet her.

Oh, I don't think we'll meet her.

Will we?

I mean, not in that way.

Why not?

Well, what would we have to talk about?

Some of the things that all humans have in common?

(laughs) None of which are suitable as topics for conversation.

♪ ♪ (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) I've made it quite tight, but I think that'll help.

I can always rely on you to be nice on me.

You can.

Why is that?

How can you ask?

When you gave me the most thrilling night of my life.

When we were at that play, I thought I'd died and gone to heaven.

I'm glad.

So do you think one good turn deserves another?

MRS. PATMORE: Ivy!

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?

Oh!

This is kind of you to help.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes, but we both know I need any work I can get, and I've stopped pretending otherwise.

I've no pride left.

You see?

Every life has its ups and downs, Mr. Molesley.

But you have friends in this house.

I hope you know that.

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... (gasping): 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.

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) Oh, 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.

(shouting): 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.

(sighs) 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.

Don't forget kitchen maids in the great hall listening to opera, and more power to their elbow.

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... ♪ (Sampson clears his 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 in 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've lived a checkered life.

And I would remind you that Robin Hood was just a thief, but we like him for it.

(chuckles): Robin Hood.

You steal from a poor man and give to the rich?

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.

I'm not an alien being to you?

Because I've never felt more lonely than I have these past few days.

Drink that down.

Or better still, take it to bed.

Drink it there and sleep it off.

And remember, they'll all be gone in the morning.

I might just do that.

Good night.

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.

(knocks briefly) 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.

GREEN: 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?

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