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La maison est ouverte au public une journée afin de récolter de l'argent pour l'hôpital, une action qui divise les avis auprès de la famille et des domestiques. Les rapports tendus entre Violet et Cora atteignent un point critique au point qu'une décision est prise pour le rachat de l'hôpital. M. Dawes a une proposition pour Molesley et Baxter est bouleversée par une lettre inattendue. Carson n'est pas satisfait de Thomas, mais tout n'est pas comme il y paraît, tandis que Mary et Édith espèrent surmonter leur passé et trouver de nouveau le bonheur avec leurs hommes dans leurs vies.

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Titre VO
Episode 6

Titre VF
En toute franchise

Première diffusion
25.10.2015

Première diffusion en France
19.12.2015

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Samedi 19.12.2015 à 21:50
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Dimanche 25.10.2015 à 21:00
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Captures | Tournage

Réalisateur : Michael Engler

Scénariste : Julian Fellowes

 

Distributions :

Maggie Smith... Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
Hugh Bonneville... Robert Crawley, Comte de Grantham
Laura Carmichael... Lady Edith Crawley
Jim Carter... Charles Carson
Raquel Cassidy... Phyllis Baxter
Brendan Coyle... John Bates
Michelle Dockery... Lady Mary Crawley
Kevin Doyle... Molesley
Michael Fox... Andy
Joanne Froggatt... Anna Smith
Matthew Goode... Henry Talbot
Rob James-Collier... Thomas Barrow
Allen Leech... Tom Branson
Phyllis Logan... Elsie Hughes
Elizabeth McGovern... Cora Crawley, Comtesse de Grantham
Sophie McShera... Daisy Robinson Mason
Lesley Nicol... Beryl Patmore
David Robb... Dr Clarkson
Penelope Wilton... Isobel Crawley

 

Guests Stars :

Paul Copley (Mr Mason), Patrick Brennan (Mr Dawes), Brendan Patricks (Evelyn Napier), Sebastian Dunn (Charlie Rogers), Harry Hadden-Paton (Bertie Pelham), Charlotte Hamblin (Lady Anne Acland), Douglas Reith (Lord Merton), Phoebe Sparrow (Amelia Cruikshank), Noah Jupe (Enfant), Ian Marr (Visiteur #1), Milly Thomas (Visiteur #2), Tom Morley (Visiteur #3), Wendy Albiston (Visiteur #4), David Keeling (Visiteur #5)

OPENING CREDITS

 

EXT. VILLAGE

 

Molesley gives prospectus to people.

 

MOLESLEY: 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? Thank you very much. Please bring the family. Would you like one of those?

 

INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Robert talks about the open house.

 

ROBERT: But what are they paying to see? We have nothing to show 'em. A decent Reynolds, a couple of Romneys and a Winterhalter. That's your lot. They'd do better visiting the Tate.

TOM: That's not the point.

MARY: People want to see a different sort of home. It's not the things in it.

ROBERT: How the other half lives?

TOM: If you like. There's curiosity.

ROBERT: Dr Clarkson, what do you feel?

DR CLARKSON: Keeping people healthy takes a lot of money in this day and age. We could raise more than you think.

CORA: Robert, we are opening for one day for charity, and there's an end to it. Mary and Tom have made the decision.

ROBERT: Ah. I know well enough that when Mary has spoken, my opinion has little bearing on the matter.

MARY: You don't really mind, do you?

ROBERT: No, but I think it's crackers.

 

INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM

 

Carson is upset about the open house.

 

CARSON: I don't like it. Poking and prying around the house. What's to stop them slipping the odd first edition into their back pockets?

HUGHES: You've a very poor opinion of your fellow man.

CARSON: I have the opinion that life has taught me.

BATES: But I don't see why anyone would pay good money to come and look.

ANNA: You're not curious about how other people live.

BATES: No. I'm not.

ANNA: And if you'd the chance to see the private rooms of the King and Queen, would you pay?

BATES: But what would it tell me? They sleep in a bed, they eat at a table. So do I.

THOMAS: I always wonder whether someone else is having a better time than I am.

CARSON: But that's what's so dangerous. You think they must be having a better time. Then you want them not to have a better time. The next thing you know, there's a guillotine in Trafalgar Square.

HUGHES: Ever the optimist!

DAISY: I think all these houses should be open to the public. What gives them the right to keep people out?

CARSON: The law of property, which is the cornerstone of any civilisation worthy of the name.

MOLESLEY: Well, to me, it could be a good thing. To let them enjoy fine craftsmanship and beautiful paintings. But then, of course, they're bound to start asking, "Why have the Crawleys got all of this and I haven't?"

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

THOMAS: But why have they, Mr Carson?

CARSON: How is your job search going, Mr Barrow?

 

INT. GRANTHAM’S HOUSE, LIVING ROOM

 

Violet learns about the open house.

 

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

ISOBEL: Not everyone lives in a house like Downton Abbey.

VIOLET: Oh, roll up, roll up, visit an actual dining room! Complete with a real life table and chairs!

ISOBEL: People have always tipped the butler to look 'round a house. Even Elizabeth Bennett wanted to see what Pemberly was like inside.

VIOLET: A decision which caused her a great deal of embarrassment, if I remember the novel correctly. And what about Robert? He's still very ill.

ISOBEL: He's on the mend. It's been a few weeks now. And Cora's very competent.

VIOLET: Mmm, yes, she's competent. Leading a revolution without turning a hair.

ISOBEL: Anyway, it's agreed. Downton Abbey will open to the public for one day. Dr Clarkson is very grateful.

VIOLET: Clarkson was there? Oh, so he really has weakened.

ISOBEL: I prefer to think he has begun to see sense.

VIOLET: You believe that? Even after Robert's life was saved by a hospital being nearby?

ISOBEL: You think that changes things, but as Lord Merton pointed out, Robert would have been treated there even after the hand-over.

VIOLET: Oh? How is Lord Merton?

ISOBEL: As he always is.

VIOLET: And you? You weakening?

ISOBEL: No. No! Mmm.

 

INT. LIBRARY

 

The family take some tea. Edith comes in.

 

CORA: Who was it?

EDITH: Bertie Pelham. He's going to be in London on the 11th, and he wanted to meet up.

CORA: Why don't you ask him to stop in here on his way back to Northumberland? If you'd like to.

EDITH: I would rather.

MARY: Is he worth it?

EDITH: As opposed to your car mechanic?

TOM: I'm a car mechanic, thank you.

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

EDITH: Well, I'll ask him.

 

INT. YEW TREE FARM

 

Daisy and Mr Mason have finished to settle his stuff. They look at William’s picture.

 

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

MR MASON: Don't feel you must look in every day. You should be working for your exams. It can't be long now.

DAISY: Not too long, no.

MR MASON: Are you nervous? I should be.

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

MR MASON: Where are you taking them?

DAISY: The school. The headmaster will oversee it. Mr Molesley's settling the details.

MR MASON: You owe him a great deal.

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

MR MASON: Oh. This is for Mrs Patmore.

DAISY: What is it?

MR MASON: A note to thank her. I'm grateful.

DAISY: She already knows that.

MR MASON: It never hurts to say it.

DAISY: You don't want to encourage her. She's too curious for her own good.

MR MASON: Just give her the note.

 

INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Carson enters.

 

ROBERT: Oh. This is good of you. You should've let one of the footmen bring it up.

CARSON: I wanted to see how you are, My Lord, and... I thought you might fancy some of this. Crumbs.

ROBERT: That looks frightening.

CARSON: It's, uh, a little Chateau Chasse-Spleen, My Lord. I put it in this for ease of carriage.

ROBERT: Chasse Spleen? Now you're talking.

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

ROBERT: He knew a thing or two about wine. And women. But do you know, Carson, I think I'm going to have to say no.

CARSON: Really, my Lord?

ROBERT: 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.

CARSON: I am very sorry to hear you say so, My Lord.

ROBERT: Not as sorry as I am. And speaking of necessary sacrifices, I've been thinking about things, lying here. We must get on with simplifying the household. I know we've talked about it, but we haven't really done much.

CARSON: Oh, the new maids live in the village, and so cost a lot less. And we only have one groom and a stable boy.

ROBERT: But we still have an under butler and two footmen. In this day and age.

CARSON: I do believe that Mr Barrow has genuinely been looking for other employment.

ROBERT: But not finding it. Is there anything we can do to help?

CARSON: I'll speak to him, My Lord.

ROBERT: What do you think of the plan to open the house for a day?

CARSON: I think it's a dangerous precedent, since you ask, but I'm not sure how useful it is of me to say so.

ROBERT: Dangerous? I think it's idiotic.

CARSON: It adds up to the same thing, My Lord. It's a mistake. I suppose it's too late to stop it now.

ROBERT: Far too late. But what on earth can we show them to give them their money's worth? Lady Grantham knitting? Lady Mary in the bath?

 

INT. KITCHENS

 

Mrs Patmore finds the Mr Mason’s note in the trash.

 

MRS PATMORE: What's this? Oh, it's addressed to me. Oh, it's from Mr Mason. How did it get there?

DAISY: I wondered where I'd put it. He asked me to give you it.

MRS PATMORE: Well, why didn't you, then?

DAISY: I couldn't find it. It must have fallen in the rubbish by mistake.

MRS PATMORE: Why had it been opened?

DAISY: Had it?

 

INT. CORA’S DRESSING ROOM

 

Baxter prepares Cora for the night.

 

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

BAXTER: Ten years, m'lady.

CORA: Ten years? My goodness.

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

CORA: Good night, Baxter.

 

She enters in her bedroom.

 

ROBERT: Are you here? What time is it?

CORA: It's late. Go back to sleep.

ROBERT: I think we ought to ask Mama to come and see me. She must be feeling rather left out.

CORA: Her mind is on other things. She's hoping your operation will persuade people over to her side.

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

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

ROBERT: Well, let's not make it worse.

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

 

INT. BATES AND ANNA’S COTTAGE

 

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

ANNA: Not for me. I'm going to bed.

BATES: You're not feeling ill, are you? Anna, if you're not well, you must tell me. We've finished with this business of your keeping me in the dark.

ANNA: I'm not ill exactly.

BATES: Have you told Lady Mary?

ANNA: I didn't like to bother her.

BATES: Bother her first thing.

ANNA: I could tell Dr Clarkson.

BATES: No. You're seeing Dr Ryder if you're seeing anybody.

ANNA: Don't be silly. We can't afford that. I can't expect Lady Mary to keep shelling out.

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

ANNA: Yes. To buy another house.

BATES: Now you're the one being silly. Talk to her tomorrow. She'll agree with me. And I'm paying.

 

EXT. CARSON AND HUGHES’S COTTAGE

 

They go to work.

 

CARSON: I wouldn't mind having breakfast here sometimes. Not every day, but sometimes.

HUGHES: I don't think anyone would object.

CARSON: How are you at making coffee?

HUGHES: I can make coffee. It's not very hard.

CARSON: That's where you're wrong. There's quite an art to it. Uh, you might like to have a word with Mrs Patmore.

HUGHES: Of course. If you'd like me to.

CARSON: 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.

HUGHES: I don't see why not.

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

HUGHES: Isn't that good enough, either?

CARSON: It's not bad. I didn't mean that. But I do like those sharp corners.

HUGHES: Well. I'm glad it's not bad.

 

INT. MARY’S BEDROOM

 

Anna has given her breakfast.

 

MARY: I wish you'd told me before.

ANNA: I'm sure it's nothing.

MARY: What does Bates say?

ANNA: He wants me to see Dr Ryder again. He wants to pay, but it seems an extravagance to me. I'm happy to talk to Dr Clarkson.

MARY: No, let's go to London. I'm sure Dr Clarkson could manage it, but I feel like a jaunt.

ANNA: And stay the night?

MARY: With Lady Rosamund. Pack something for the evening. Medium smart. I'll make some telephone calls.

 

INT. CRAWLEY’S HOUSE

 

Cora comes in. Dr Clarkson and Isobel have a news about the takeover.

 

CORA: I got your message. What's happened?

ISOBEL: I'll ring for some coffee.

CORA: You sound as if you should ring for some smelling salts.

DR CLARKSON: If you mean is it serious, it is. I received a letter this morning from the Board of Governors.

CORA: Go on.

DR CLARKSON: They are going to combine us with York.

CORA: As we knew they must.

DR CLARKSON: Indeed. I am to remain in my post here.

CORA: Good.

DR CLARKSON: Mrs Crawley is to stay on as our almoner.

CORA: Very sensible.

DR CLARKSON: But they want to offer the role of president to you.

CORA: Me? Why?

DR CLARKSON: You made a good impression when you went into York.

CORA: I don't understand. What about Mama?

DR CLARKSON: Lady Grantham is to be, and I quote, "Allowed to step down after so many years of noble service."

CORA: Golly. They've sacked the Captain.

ISOBEL: You can see their point. How could they have someone in the management of the new system who thinks the whole idea is a horrible mistake?

CORA: And you support this notion?

ISOBEL: Of course he does. He put your name forward as replacement.

DR CLARKSON: Lady Grantham is not as young as she was, and, as Mrs Crawley says, I'm afraid she'd be almost willing the new regime to fail.

CORA: Probably.

DR CLARKSON: Besides, I want to involve the new president in the logistics of running things. And she would never have agreed to take that on.

CORA: So, I'm to step into her shoes and then be given more responsibility than she had?

ISOBEL: We both think you'd be marvellous.

CORA: And who's going to tell her?

DR CLARKSON: They'll write, as soon as they hear back from me.

CORA: I need to talk to Lord Grantham.

DR CLARKSON: The thing is, we don't want someone to come up with another name.

CORA: Don't we? It might be easier all round if they did.

 

INT. FRONT HALL

 

Mary is at phone, Tom enters in the house.

 

MARY (At phone): Good. I'll see you at 8:00. Don't tell him it's me. I want to be the surprise guest. Oh, you'll think of something. All right, bye.

(She hangs up)

TOM: So this is the urgent business that takes m'lady to London town?

MARY: It's not the only thing.

TOM: But it is getting serious.

MARY: Dinner with Evelyn Napier at the Criterion? Doesn't sound very serious to me.

EDITH: I used to go to the Criterion with Michael.

MARY: Do you have to put a damper on every restaurant in the capital?

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

TOM: Send him my best wishes. I hope to see him again soon.

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

TOM: Evelyn or whoever else might be there.

MARY: Why don't you come with me? It'll be fun. I dare you. You haven't been anywhere in ages.

TOM: All right. I'll go and pack. We can't be too long. I want to be sure we're ready for the opening.

MARY: Oh, we've masses of time for that. We'll be home tomorrow. Edith, you can manage for a day without us, can't you?

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

TOM: Why don't you come with us?

EDITH: And watch Mary flirt with her oily driver? No, thank you.

TOM: Can't you be pleased for her?

EDITH: I'm as pleased for her as she would be for me.

 

INT. HALL UPSTAIRS

 

Thomas is playing with George.

 

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

THOMAS: Oh, he's all right, m'lady. Aren't you?

GEORGE: I was cheering him up.

MARY: That's not what it looked like. Do you need cheering up, Barrow?

THOMAS: We all need it sometimes, m'lady.

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

GEORGE: Again, again...

THOMAS: All right. And off we go!

 

INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Mary enters to talking to his father before leaving.

 

MARY: We're off. I'm taking Tom. It's time he had a break.

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

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

ROBERT: We've talked about making changes in the household. Carson and I both feel he's the obvious candidate.

MARY: You're not going to sack him?

ROBERT: I hope not. I hope he's going to find another job.

MARY: Oh. I see. Well, that explains it. He's awfully sweet with George and the girls. You do know that?

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

MARY: Goodbye, darling. Get some rest.

ROBERT: Rest.

 

EXT. DOWNTON, FRONT DOOR

 

Mary, Anna and Tom are ready to go.

 

MARY: Don't worry, Bates. We'll have her home soon. I don't think there'll be anything to concern ourselves about. Anna has an appointment this evening.

ANNA: I'll telephone you after. Mr Mead won't mind.

BATES: I'm very grateful to you, m'lady, for arranging it, but Anna will ask him to send me the bill.

MARY: Dr Ryder was my idea, not yours.

BATES: And it was a good idea, m'lady. An idea that has brought us to within shouting distance of our greatest happiness. But I can pay my way, and I'd be more comfortable to do so.

MARY: Very well. We won't fight about it.

 

ANNA: Will you miss me?

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

ANNA: I'm glad to hear it, Mr Bates.

(They are in the car)

MARY: I won't let them send him the bill.

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

ANNA: Thank you, Mr Branson.

 

INT. CARSON’S OFFICE

 

Carson has a discussion with Thomas about his job.

 

CARSON: 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.

THOMAS: But I am the first.

CARSON: But 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.

THOMAS: And you are?

CARSON: I don't believe that a house like Downton could be run without a butler. In that sense, yes, I am.

(Knock at door)

HUGHES: Oh, you're busy.

THOMAS: No, no. We're finished, Mrs Hughes. Or at least one of us is. Good day, Mr Carson.

(Closing door)

CARSON: I thought we might have our dinner at the cottage tonight.

HUGHES: If you like.

CARSON: Perhaps you could get some guidance from Mrs Patmore? It doesn't have to be anything very complicated.

HUGHES: Doesn't it? That's a relief.

 

EXT. VILLAGE, SCHOOL

 

Molesley is here for more detail about the exams.

 

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

MOLESLEY: Right. I'm quite excited. How mad is that? ( Chuckles )

MR DAWES: Can Mrs Patmore spare Daisy for the day? For it will be the whole day. There are six papers.

MOLESLEY: Oh, they'll spare her. Everyone there thinks she's taking the right step. Especially Her Ladyship.

MR DAWES: I hope they appreciate your role in all this. You've been very kind.

MOLESLEY: Well, I think it's because I missed the boat that I feel it's so important for others to catch it.

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

MOLESLEY: What?

MR DAWES: I'm not necessarily 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.

MOLESLEY: Oh, I don't know what to say.

MR DAWES: First you can decide if you'd sit a test of my own devising, of general knowledge as much as anything.

 

INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Violet visits Robert. Cora is here too.

 

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

VIOLET: 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.

CORA: It's all fixed, Mama. By Mary.

VIOLET: Well, why anyone would come beats me, but, since it is, should I cut a ribbon when the doors are flung open?

CORA: Uh, well...

VIOLET: As president of the hospital, I ought to have a formal role. That is why we are raising funds.

ROBERT: I don't believe we need a ceremony. The doors will be open from 9:00. Who'd want to get here for then?

VIOLET: Well, it wouldn't kill me.

ROBERT: No, but it might kill us.

VIOLET: 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.

 

INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM

 

CARSON: Is everything ready for tonight?

HUGHES: I think so. You're not expecting a banquet, are you?

CARSON: I'm expecting a delicious dinner prepared by the fair hands of my beautiful wife.

HUGHES: There's a threat in there somewhere.

 

BAXTER: I don't understand. He wants you to sit the exam as well as Daisy?

MOLESLEY: Oh, no. Not matric. He wants to assess my general knowledge.

BAXTER: With a view to...

MOLESLEY: He wasn't very specific. I'd guess he didn't want to make a promise he might have to break.

BAXTER: Are you going to take the test?

MOLESLEY: If Mr Carson gives me the time off. What have I got to lose?

 

INT. SERVANTS’ HALL

 

THOMAS: We'll meet upstairs after our dinner. My room or yours?

ANDY: I don't mind.

THOMAS: Mine, then. The lighting's better.

 

INT. MARY’S BEDROOM, LONDON

 

Anna is back from her appointment.

 

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

ANNA: I am so sorry, m'lady. Only, I could not get a bus.

MARY: Never mind. What did he say?

ANNA: It's fine. Standard pregnancy pain. Something to do with the ligament, but don't ask me what.

MAYR: I won't.

ANNA: He gave me exercises and suggested a warm towel if it lingers, but it's just the body adjusting.

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

ANNA: Master George does make me laugh. He rules Mr Barrow with a rod of iron.

MARY: Yes, Barrow's rather sweet with the children. Do you think he's trying to get in with us?

ANNA: I'd say he's genuine, m'lady. I doubt he'll have any children of his own, and he enjoys their company.

MARY: Miss Marigold's fitted in surprisingly well.

ANNA: Yes, but then they're all...

MARY: They're all what?

ANNA: They're all clever and pleasant.

MARY: What were you going to say?

ANNA: Just what I did say, m'lady. Now, has Mr Talbot found out you're coming tonight?

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

ANNA: But then you'd have to wait for the pudding before you saw him.

 

INT. CORA AND ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Cora talks about the hospital.

 

CORA: I must give Clarkson an answer, or Mama will find out some other way, before the letter arrives. This is a secret, Baxter.

BAXTER: Of course. Will that be all?

CORA: Yes, thank you.

(Baxter leaves)

ROBERT: That was high risk.

CORA: Not really. She won't talk. Anyway, it'll be public soon.

ROBERT: I suppose you want to accept?

CORA: I do. But not if it will upset you.

ROBERT: 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.

CORA: But if that wasn't an element?

ROBERT: I only worry if it's too much for you. It sounds as if Clarkson almost wants you to work there.

CORA: So? I've had one career already, bringing up my daughters. They don't need me now, so I'm ready for the next.

ROBERT: The girls still need you. But anyway, isn't it time for a rest? You're not like Isobel.

CORA: In what way?

ROBERT: I only mean you don't need a job.

CORA: 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.

ROBERT: I didn't say you were.

CORA: Didn't you?

 

INT. CRITERION

 

Mary and Tom arrive.

 

TOM: If Anna says she doesn't know anything, I'm sure she doesn't. Why must there be something to know?

MARY: If I find out you knew and didn't tell me, I'd be terribly upset. I'd see it as a real betrayal.

TOM: Don't say that.

MARY: So you are in on it.

 

Evelyn presents them.

 

EVELYN: Welcome.

MARY: Evelyn!

TOM: My hand is complete.

MARY: Darling. Heavens. We are quite a party.

EVELYN: You know Lady Anne Acland?

MARY: Hello.

EVELYN: Mrs Dupper and Mrs McVeigh?

MARY: Anne and I shared a governess, and Jill and I came out together.

EVELYN: Small world. You know Henry Talbot, and I think you met Charlie Rogers up at Brancaster.

MARY: We've met again since then.

EVELYN: This is Mary's brother-in-law, Tom Branson.

TOM: Hello.

EVELYN: You're over here.

 

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

MARY: A table of singletons at our age, well done.

MRS DUPPER: Single now, we're all war widows.

MARY: I am not a war widow. Good to see you again, Mr Rogers.

CHARLIE: You, too. Although I haven't been allowed to forget you. Henry talks of nothing and nobody else.

MARY: Oh, I didn't think he knew enough about me for that. Tell me, are you pleased with your progress this season?

CHARLIE: I certainly am.

HENRY: We're both driving at Brooklands next month.

MARY: In the car you tested in Yorkshire?

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

MARY: No, you won't.

TOM: Well, you've got me interested.

HENRY: Would you want to come?

TOM: I don't get down to London much.

HENRY: Well, you're here tonight. Why not come specially? Watch from the pits with the team.

CHARLIE: Yes, I think you'd enjoy it.

TOM: I know I'd enjoy it.

HENRY: Mary?

MARY: Tom, you should go if you like.

HENRY: And what about you?

MARY: Well, I don't keep my diary in my head. Ask me nearer the time.

 

INT. HUGHES AND CARSON’S COTTAGE

 

Hughes has cook for the diner.

 

CARSON: How are we doing?

(Hughes brings the meat)

CARSON: Ah, what is it?

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

CARSON: Lemon?

HUGHES: Oh. I don't believe it.

CARSON: What?

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

CARSON: I'll tell you what would be nice with this. Some horseradish, thinned with a little soured cream.

HUGHES: I agree. That would be heavenly. Except that we don't have any.

CARSON: Ah.

HUGHES: What are we drinking with it?

CARSON: The thing is, I don't think we should drink. Not if His Lordship feels obliged to give it up.

HUGHES: But His Lordship is suffering from a burst ulcer. We're not.

CARSON: I know, I know. But somehow it feels disloyal. He is my officer, and I should follow his lead.

HUGHES: And it won't make you grumpy?

CARSON: I don't think so. What's next?

HUGHES: Duck.

CARSON: Oh. Is the skin crispy like Mrs Patmore does it? Did you ask her advice?

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

CARSON: Ah, I bet she had a lot to say.

HUGHES: We both did.

 

INT. CRITERION

 

The diner is over.

 

HENRY: Good night them.

 

TOM: Shall I get us a taxi?

HENRY: Well, it's such a lovely night. Why don't I walk you back? Where are you based?

MARY: We're staying with my aunt in Belgrave Square.

HENRY: Perfect. What do you say?

TOM: I think it'd be nice. Except I have a lot of reading to do, so I might just go straight back.

HENRY: Only if you're sure, Tom.

TOM: I'm sure.

EVELYN: He'd better be sure.

CHARLIE: Well, I hope we meet again. Perhaps at Brooklands. You'd have a good time. It's really quite swanky these days.

MARY: How enchanting you make it sound. Goodbye, Evelyn. You're a darling.

HENRY: Shall we?

 

EXT. STREET, LONDON

 

Henry and Mary walk for going back.

 

HENRY: 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.

MARY: It's not only that. I don't know why I haven't told you before now, but... Matthew died in a car crash.

HENRY: Yes, I know. Evelyn told me.

MARY: So you understand.

HENRY: 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 Hansom cab.

(It’s started to rain, they go under a alley)

HENRY: Excellent. Um, in here.

(They see each other and ty kiss)

MARY: Heavens, Mr Talbot. Is this part of your plan to convince me?

HENRY: Look. You don't have to if you don't want to. Plenty of drivers' wives never go near the race track.

MARY: Wives?

HENRY: I only meant that if we do get involved, it doesn't have to be part of the plan. It's not compulsory.

MARY: But you'd like me there to watch?

HENRY: Yes, but only so I can be near you.

MARY: Henry, to be honest, this is moving much faster than I'd imagined.

HENRY: 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 rather feeble, doesn't it?

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

HENRY: Thank you.

MARY: Mmm. It doesn't show any signs of stopping.

HENRY: No.

MARY: Should we run for it?

HENRY: Well, you're the boss. Come on. Careful.

 

INT. GRANTHAM’S HOUSE, LONDON

 

Tom waited Mary in the living room.

 

TOM: Were you caught in the rain?

MARY: Not too badly. We dashed for cover till it slackened off a bit.

TOM: How romantic.

MARY: Why are you playing Cupid?

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

MARY: I don't see how it would work.

TOM: Why? He'll have to settle down eventually, go into business. Why couldn't he do it from Downton?

MARY: I know...

TOM: He won't be as rich as you. He won't be as rich as your child. But he's a gentleman. And if I say that, it must be true. Would you like a drink?

MARY: Just a tiny glass of whisky and water.

TOM: When does Edith's beau arrive?

MARY: Friday. Just in time to interfere with the opening.

TOM: I liked him when we met. He seemed a decent sort.

MARY: But boring to an Olympic degree.

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

MARY: She's so stupid to have saddled herself with a child. I mean, Marigold's sweet, but why would any man want to take her on?

 

EXT. STREET

 

Bertie is walking with his suitcase. Edith arrives with the car.

 

BERTIE: I thought you'd forgotten me.

EDITH: Thank God I've found you. The car wouldn't start, so I had to get Stark to do it.

BERTIE: I'm glad I don't have to walk the whole length of the drive.

EDITH: Hop in.

BERTIE: I will. But first...

(They kiss)

EDITH: That feels so nice and automatic.

BERTIE: Which is good?

EDITH: It is for me.

 

INT. CRAWLEY’S HOUSE

 

Lord Merton presents Larry’s fiancé, Amélia.

 

LORS MERTON: I 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.

ISOBEL: Yes. I saw it in the papers.

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

ISOBEL: Does your fiance know you're here?

AMELIA: I gather you and he haven't exactly seen eye to eye in the past.

ISOBEL: Not exactly, no.

LORD MERTON: As you can imagine, I was amazed and very pleased when she asked if she could join me to pay a call.

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

ISOBEL: Mmm. Well, life is full of surprises.

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

ISOBEL: That's one way of describing it.

AMELIA: Well, please know not all of Lord Merton's family feel the same way.

ISOBEL: Goodness. After that, I don't know if I can concentrate on business.

LORD MERTON: I wondered if old Lady Grantham had received the letter.

ISOBEL: Not that I've heard of. Although Dr Clarkson has told them that Cora is happy to serve.

LORD MERTON: Uh, only we're coming to the house opening on Saturday to support it.

ISOBEL: Well, don't say anything if you see her.

LORD MERTON: I hate things like this. We'll all come off very badly when she does find out.

ISOBEL: I'm afraid that's probably true.

LORD MERTON: Mmm.

 

INT. KITCHENS

 

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

MOLESLEY: Well, my paper won't be anything like as long as Daisy's. She's got six to do.

DAISY: Thanks.

HUGHES: I admire you, Daisy. To give yourself a second chance.

MOLESLEY: When the time comes, Daisy'll need some lunch. Maybe I will, as well.

MRS PATMORE: Well, I've thought of that. I'll do lunch for Mr Dawes, too.

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

DAISY: Don't bother him, not when he's got so much work to do.

MRS PATMORE: I'll tell him as soon as we have a date. See if he'd like to look in.

DAISY: I don't understand why you can't just leave him alone.

HUGHES: Daisy, that's not very gracious.

DAISY: Well, I don't!

ANNA: It's nerves. She's worked long enough for this moment.

MRS PATMORE: It's partially nerves, yes. But I don't think it's all nerves. And I will write a note to Mr Mason.

 

INT. HALL UPSTAIRS

 

Bertie and Edith are ready for the diner.

 

BERTIE: This is nice. Now we can go down together. Less nervous making.

EDITH: Absolutely. But I was going to look into the night nursery first.

BERTIE: Can I come?

EDITH: Of course.

 

INT. NURSERY

 

Bertie and Edith enter.

 

EDITH: Good evening, Nanny. This is Mr Pelham.

NANNY: Good evening, sir.

BERTIE: Good evening.

NANNY: M'lady, could you be here while I just run down to the sewing room?

EDITH: Of course.

(She leaves)

EDITH: This is Mary's son, George, and my late sister Sybil's daughter, Sybbie. And this is Marigold.

BERTIE: God bless you, Marigold. What a lovely place this is to grow up.

EDITH: I hope so.

 

INT. KITCHENS

 

Hughes, Daisy and Mrs Patmore talk a little, Mr Mason comes in.

 

HUGHES: I'm an experienced housemaid and a housekeeper for how many years? And he doesn't think I can make a bed.

MRS PATMORE: Well, you always knew he was old to be trained as a husband.

MR MASON: Good evening.

DAISY: What are you doing here?

MR MASON: I thought I'd look in.

DAISY: What's that for?

MR MASON: I brought these to say thank you to Mrs Patmore.

DAISY: You've already said thank you.

HUGHES: That's very nice of you, Mr Mason.

DAISY: Why bother? Have you seen the kitchen gardens here? There's enough vegetables to feed an army. You need 'em more than we do.

MRS PATMORE: 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.

MR MASON: Well... I'll leave you to it.

 

INT. DINER ROOM

 

BERTIE: You've probably thought of this, but I'd place someone, maybe a servant, in each room the public will enter. Just to keep an eye on things.

MAYR: Literally.

TOM: I think that's a good idea.

CORA: Carson, can you sort it out?

CARSON: Of course, m'lady. I understand it's only the ground floor.

MARY: And not too much of that. They'll start in the small library, then through the big library, into the painted room, the drawing room, the smoking room, the great hall, in and out of the dining room and back outside.

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

TOM: Do we need guides? Can't they just have a look and leave it at that?

BERTIE: 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 of the house?

EDITH: Only our librarian, Mr Pattinson, but he's away.

BERTIE: You'll have to fake it. Lady Mary, Edith, Mr Branson...

TOM: Not me. I don't know a thing. I'll sell tickets, but that's it.

BERTIE: Well, then, Lady Grantham, you and your daughters can take parties of 10 each, with no more than 30 in the house at any one time.

EDITH: Crikey.

CORA: Heavens. I feel like the Belgians waiting for the invasion.

MARY: Or the monkeys in a zoo.

 

INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM

 

Carson has given the instructions.

 

CARSON: Do you all know your positions?

ANNA: Are we allowed to sit, Mr Carson?

HUGHES: Well, the place will be open for nine hours.

CARSON: Find an inconspicuous chair in the corner, but keep a sharp eye out and stand if any member of the family comes in.

THOMAS: What about the upstairs luncheon?

MRS PATMORE: Sandwiches in Her Ladyship's room.

CARSON: We'll set up two of the tea tables. Mr Molesley can serve, and his place in the hall will be taken by Daisy. And look respectable. Right. (To hughes)Do you know where my walking stick is? I thought I might equip myself with it for tomorrow.

HUGHES: In case you catch a thief red-handed?

CARSON: You never know. But it's not at the cottage. And I wonder if it might have got left behind in my wardrobe.

 

INT. GREAT HALL

 

Tom and Mary are going to bed.

 

TOM: He knows a lot about everything.

MARY: The trouble is, I think he does. Did you enjoy our London spree?

TOM: I did. Have you decided if you're coming to Brooklands? I will if you will.

MARY: I know I won't enjoy it one bit, but at the same time...

TOM: You'd like to see him again.

MARY: 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. Perhaps I should.

TOM: Who is this flexible and reasonable person? I don't recognise my own dear sister, Mary. Could this be love?

MARY: Oh, shut up.

 

INT. CORA AND ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

CORA: He seems nice, and he's certainly organised. Tom was quite jealous.

ROBERT: But what are his prospects? An agent stuck up in Northumberland managing someone else's estate?

CORA: What are Edith's prospects?

ROBERT: Oh, I don't know. With her magazine, I think she could develop into one of the interesting women of the day.

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

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

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

ROBERT: If she loves him, I don't object to him on any score. But I don't think we should encourage it.

CORA: She took him to meet Marigold, but she didn't tell him why.

ROBERT: Nor should she.

CORA: She must eventually.

ROBERT: Let her make that decision for herself. Now, you need some sleep before your hideous day tomorrow.

 

INT. HALL BEDROOM

 

Carson sees Andy getting out of Thomas’s bedroom.

 

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

ANDY: We were... I was borrowing a book.

CARSON: What book? Where is it?

ANDY: I left it there. I'll get it in the morning. Good night, Mr Carson.

 

INT. DOWNTON

 

The servants prepares the manor for the opening.

 

EXT. FRONT DOOR

 

Andy and Molesley settle a table.

 

CARSON: Oh, Andrew, Andrew, place the table here, please.

ANDY: Yes, Mr Carson.

CARSON: Thank you, Mr Molesley.

 

Later, when the opening begins, Tom and Bertie are in the reception.

 

TOM: I'm sorry for the wait, can you form parties of 10?

VISITOR #2: We've been here since 9:00.

TOM: You are in the next group.

 

INT. GREAT HALL

 

CORA: No, the third Earl built it. Well, he didn't really build it so much as envelope it, because this room is originally medieval. It was the monks' refectory of an abbey that King Henry sold after the Dissolution of the Monasteries.

VISITOR #1: Is that why it's called Downton Abbey?

CORA: I guess so.

VISITOR #1: Who painted that?

CORA: I'm not sure, but this... This is a Reynolds, so that is worth looking at. And that's quite good, too.

 

INT. DRAWING ROOM

 

VISITOR #3: Tell us about these people.

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

VISITOR #5: It's not very cosy, is it?

EDITH: Isn't it? It is cosy at night, with the lamps and the fire.

VISITOR #3: What about the architect?

EDITH: 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.

 

INT. LIBRARY

 

MARY: No, that's him, I think. Or his son. Or it might be his father.

VISITOR #4: Who's the little girl?

MARY: Ah, the little girl is a little boy, but who I could not say.

(Violet comes in, upset)

MARY: Ah, Granny, thank God you're here. What else could I tell them about the library?

VIOLET: The library was assembled by the fourth Earl. He loved books.

MARY: What else did he collect?

VIOLET: Horses and women. Where's your mother?

MARY: She's in the great hall.

VIOLET: Thank you. Excuse me please. Thank you.

 

INT. GREAT HALL

 

VISITOR #1: Why are those shields on the chimneypiece blank?

CORA: Do you know, I've never really noticed that before. Isn't that strange? I haven't a clue is the answer.

(Violet comes in)

VIOLET: Cora! Excuse me. Did you know when I was last here?

CORA: Mama, I think maybe we should...

VIOLET: Did you know when I was last here? And you let me babble on about my victory? Have you told Robert?

CORA: Mama, you of all people don't want to bore our vis...

VIOLET: Just be quiet.

VIOLET: Excuse me. Hmm.

MAN: Oh!

 

INT. SERVANTS’ HALL

 

Molesley downstairs, Baxter up.

 

MOESLEY: Are you all right?

BAXTER: I was going to see if Her Ladyship needs anything.

MOLESLEY: She needs a glass of water and a fan, if you'd heard what I heard. What is it?

BAXTER: I've had a letter. From Coyle.

MOLESLEY: What?

BAXTER: He wants me to visit him in prison.

MOLESLEY: Well, don't even answer it. Ignore it completely. Throw it on the fire.

CARSON: Mr Molesley, there's no-one on duty in the library!

MOLESLEY: Right away, Mr Carson. Uh...

 

INT. KITCHENS

 

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

DAISY: What about the sandwiches?

MOLESLEY: I'll take them up when I've got the tables organised.

MRS PATMORE: Oh, tablecloths!

MOLESLEY: Oh. You wouldn't believe what happened up there. In front of everyone.

MRS PATMORE: Oh? Try me.

 

INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

Violet has a conversation with his son.

 

VIOLET: My son's wife, whom I have treated like a daughter.

ROBERT: Too like.

VIOLET: That she should connive at my humiliation, should revel as I am cast into the dust.

ROBERT: Steady the buffs. Cora doesn't control this any more than you. You've had different opinions, but neither of you made it happen.

VIOLET: If only Mr Chamberlain had spoken...

ROBERT: He was never going to say a word. The truth is, Mama, officialdom doesn't care what we think any more. Our influence is finished.

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

ROBERT: You know dealing with emergencies won't be affected. Do be logical.

VIOLET: 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'm used to having a traitor in the family!

 

Violet leaves the room, a boy enters.

 

CHILD: Why is she in such a tizzy?

ROBERT: Well, you know mothers. They get terribly wrought up about things.

CHILD: My mum does.

ROBERT: There you are. Mine does too. May I ask what you're doing here?

CHILD: I come to see your house. With my mum and dad.

ROBERT: Do they know where you are?

CHILD: No. Why is it so big, your house?

ROBERT: I'm not sure, really. It's the way they used to manage things.

CHILD: Well, why not buy somewhere comfy? You must have enough money.

ROBERT: Maybe. But you know how it is. You like what you're used to.

(Molesley enters)

MOLESLEY: Why are you in here?

CHILD: Wouldn't you like to know!

MOLESLEY: Cheeky rascal!

ROBERT: Let him go. No harm done.

MOLESLEY: Are you sure, My Lord? Shouldn't we shake out his pockets?

ROBERT: I don't think so. He was more of a philosopher than a thief.

 

INT. KITCHENS

 

Hughes and Mrs Patmore talk about the cottage of Mrs Patmore.

 

HUGHES: So your house is finished?

MRS PATMORE: Finished and ready to receive my guests.

HUGHES: And who'll run it day-to-day?

MRS PATMORE: My niece. My sister's girl. She's agreed, so I'm all set.

HUGHES: Oh, and how will you attract the visitors?

MRS PATMORE: Put an advertisement in the papers.

HUGHES: But how will they get in touch?

MRS PATMORE: How do you think? I've installed a telephone in the house.

HUGHES: Your own telephone? My, my. You're blazing a trail now.

(Carson comes in)

HUGHES: Have you found anyone to hit with that yet?

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

HUGHES: But it's going all right?

CARSON: Well, it seems so.

MRS PATMORE: Mr Carson, can I have a word?

CARSON: Certainly.

HUGHES: I'll leave you to it.

MRS PATMORE: 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.

 

EXT. DOWNTON

 

Violet is leaving. Lord Merton stops her.

 

LORD MERTON: Lady Grantham, how nice. Uh, this is my soon-to-be daughter in law, Miss Cruikshank. She was curious to see the Abbey, so I bought her here to support the opening. I've already taken her to meet Mrs Crawley.

VIOLET: What did your fiance say to that?

AMELIA: Forgive me, but I think there's been a misunderstanding. Larry isn't Mrs Crawley's enemy.

VIOLET: No? He gives a marvellous impression of it.

AMELIA: Please tell Mrs Crawley when you see her that I am her friend. I would never want to stand in her way. And nor will Larry. I promise. Not while I'm around.

VIOLET: Oh, yes, very interesting.

LORD MERTON: Oh, interesting and encouraging.

VIOLET: Yes, I'll leave it at interesting for now. Good day to you both.

(Cora joins her)

CORA: Mama, can I speak to you?

VIOLET: No, you may not.

 

INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM

 

BAXTER: Is dinner finished?

MOLESLEY: 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.

BAXTER: No, not yet.

MOLESLEY: I think you should.

BAXTER: I don't know. I have to think.

THOMAS: Think about what?

BAXTER: Nothing that would interest you.

THOMAS: You don't know what might interest me.

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

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

CARSON: If you wouldn't mind.

 

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

CARSON: No. But I will not beat about the bush either, Mr Barrow. Someone has reported that you seem to have a private understanding with Andrew.

THOMAS: Not this again.

CARSON: I might not have given it much mind, but I was upstairs last night quite late, and I saw him leave your room.

THOMAS: Mr Carson, how long do I have to work in this house before I am given any credit?

CARSON: That is all very well, but we are talking about a vulnerable young man, and I must look to his welfare.

THOMAS: Yes. And if I were to give you my word of honour that nothing took place of which you would disapprove?

CARSON: If I could just be sure.

THOMAS: So my word is still not good enough, Mr Carson, after so many years?

CARSON: I only wish it were.

 

INT. CORA AND ROBERT’S BEDROOM

 

They are all here to drink tea.

 

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

BERTIE: It's a great deal of money.

TOM: I don't suppose we could open the house on a regular basis?

CORA: For charity, you mean?

TOM: No, for us. The house costs money to run, and at the moment, it doesn't raise a penny for washing its own face.

ROBERT: Tell me you're not being serious, Tom. To charge money so people can come and snoop around our home? What a revolting suggestion.

EDITH: It is rather a frightful idea.

TOM: All right. There may come a day when we simply can't ignore such a large source of income at our fingertips.

ROBERT: Hopefully when I am dust.

CORA: Still, Tom and Isobel were right. People are curious about what it's like to live here.

EDITH: Which is sad in a way.

MARY: Why?

EDITH: 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.

MARY: Trust you to cast a pall of doom over our successful day.

ROBERT: I had a visitor, a child who'd escaped his mother. He thought we were mad to live here when we could be so comfy in a normal house.

MARY: Oh, I refuse to listen. Downton Abbey is where the Crawleys belong.

CORA: I hope we'll stay as long as we can. But I suppose we all realise it may not last forever.

MARY: Oh, this is weakling talk. George and I are made of sterner stuff than the lot of you.

TOM: That, I'm sure, is quite true.

MARY: And we are not going anywhere.

 

INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM

 

Thomas is sitting here, alone, crying.

 

End of the episode.

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HypnoPromo

serieserie, Hier à 20:47

Plus que quelques heures pour m'envoyer vos Chicago! Et tentez de gagner une carte Boden!

serieserie, Hier à 20:47

grims, Aujourd'hui à 07:52

Chers fans de The tudors à l'occasion de la fête de mères nous vous proposons un concours d'écriture !

grims, Aujourd'hui à 07:52

Il s'agit de rédiger un texte liant une mère de la série à son enfant !

grims, Aujourd'hui à 07:53

Nous vous attendons nombreux

HypnoBlabla

Daisy2860, Hier à 21:07

On est pas en espagne ou au portugal !

Daisy2860, Hier à 21:07

Tu sors dehors t'es grillé comme un poulet !

Supersympa, Hier à 21:09

Ou un canard dans ton cas

Daisy2860, Hier à 21:10

Non moi = Quake !

Supersympa, Hier à 21:11

Coin coin !^^

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