Downton Abbey

The pains have stopped. Nothing will happen yet.

Everything is fine.

You mean it was a false alarm? Not exactly.

These early labour pains show that the womb is preparing itself for birth.

Dr Clarkson, I'm afraid Lord Grantham doesn't enjoy medical detail.

The point is, can we all go back to bed?

You can.

And so can I. I'll see you out.

Sir Philip Tapsell will be here tomorrow. Of course.

If you think it advisable.

There really is nothing wrong? Nothing at all.

She a healthy young woman going through a very normal and natural process.

I think I'd rather be in the city if I were having a baby.

Where they've got all the modern inventions.

Far away from everyone you know and trust? I don't think I would.

What are you talking about having babies for, Ivy?

I think we can leave that for a little further down the menu.

It's always an idea to be prepared.

I expect you're always prepared? I try to be, Mr Barrow.

I don't like the direction this conversation is taking.

Could we all begin the day's tasks, please?

And remember - Lady Sybil is in a delicate condition, so no noise on the gallery.

It's exciting, though, in't it, to have a baby in the house.

It won't make much difference to you.

Now get back in the kitchen, and do as you're told!

Well, I think that message got through.

We can't risk her welfare to soothe Clarkson's feelings.

I know. I like the old boy, but he did misdiagnose Matthew,

and he did miss the warning signs with Lavinia.

Thank you, O'Brien.

Is that fair?

He didn't wanna get Matthew's hopes up when it wouldn't make any difference.

With Lavinia, the disease moved like lightning.

I know, I know. But even so...

Sir Philip Tapsell may have delivered many lords and royal highnesses,

but he doesn't know US.

I'll ask him to include Clarkson in his deliberations. Will that satisfy you?

I suppose so.

You look a bit puzzled. I am. Mr Carson's asked me to wind the clocks.

You must be doing well. In this house, that marks

you out as First Footman more than anything could.

That's just it. I said thank you right away, but I know nothing about clocks.

You'd better ask Mr Barrow. He's the clock expert.

He used to wind them, but of course

it's quite wrong for a valet to do it.

Mr Barrow won't mind? Oh, no.

I can see he likes you, and that's good, since he's got the ear of His Lordship.

Yes, I suppose he would have.

I'd keep in with him if I were you. I will.

Thank you. Think nothing of it.

I'm the size of a house.

My back hurts,

my ankles are swelling,

and my head aches.

Honestly, I cannot recommend this to anyone.

I am listening, but of course I'm dying to start one of my own.

So, you're not waiting? Waiting for what?

I don't know, but I did wonder.

Mary, you know what I said about the baby being Catholic?

I've just realised that the christening will have to be here.

In Downton.

Blimey.

I wanted the whole thing done in Dublin.

Out of sight, out of mind.

But we can't wait forever.

We can't not christen it, the poor thing.

You don't have to do this. It's your baby too.

I don't mind.

I mean, I do believe in God, but all the rest of it - vicars, feast days,

and deadly sins - I don't care about all of that.

I don't know if a vicar knows any more about God than I do.

And I love Tom so very, very much.

I'll let you rest.

And don't worry. I'll fight your corner with Travis if it comes to it.

There. You feel a slight increase in the resistance?

I think so. That's what you're watching for.

Never go past the point where the clock is comfortable.

You make it sound like a living thing.

Clocks are living things. My dad was a clockmaker.

I grew up with clocks. I understand them.

Never wind them in the early morning before a room has warmed up,

nor too late, when the night air cools them down.

Find the time when the family's out of the room.

But I don't understand. Why was I kept away from you until now?

Whatever the reason, it's over. The point is someone has to question Mrs Bartlett.

You wrote and said she saw Vera on the evening of the day of her death.

That's right.

She went for a walk. The door was open, and she went in.

She saw Vera was cutting pastry from under her nails.

I wrote that because it was such a strange detail for her to remember.

She was making the pie that she ate that

night when I was on the train back to Downton.

So, Vera planned this?

She meant for you to be imprisoned, and hanged for her suicide?

It was her revenge.

And what a revenge, for both of us.

But they'll say you poisoned the milk,

or the flour or something to catch her after you'd gone.

They tested everything in the kitchen.

They said it was in the pastry, where I couldn't have put it.

Oh, I hope she's burning in hell!

Don't go down that road.

Once you do, there's no way off it.

I've been thinking about you since we last met,

and wanted to know how you were living.

I've not gone back to...

..doing what I was doing, if that's worrying you.

I've no Charlie to feed, so now if I starve, I starve alone.

I'd rather starve than do that.

You see...I thought you might work here for a while.

Helping Mrs Bird.

It would mean that when you moved on you will have had a respectable job

with a respectable reference.

Are you sure you've thought about this, ma'am?

What will Mrs Hughes' reaction be, or Lady Grantham's?

And old Lady Grantham?

I can't wait to hear what she has to say about it.

Don't you want to come?

It's not that, ma'am.

You're offering a return to a wholesome world, and I am very, very grateful.

Well, then?

But I think it's going to be a lot more complicated than you allow.

Then we shall have to face those complications together, shan't we?

I'll take him from here. Sir.

Bates seems very cheerful. Is he?

He has a visit from his wife earlier. She must have brought him some good news.

It hardly seems fair, does it?

You've got an extra year, and I've got a formal reprimand,

and Mr Bates, who's done it all, who's

made all the trouble for us, gets good news.

What do you think it is?

She can't be pregnant. He was arrested a year ago.

She might be, but he wouldn't be very happy about it.

So, what do you wanna do? Um...

It'll need some thought. First, what does this good news consist of?

When you shared with him, where did he keep his letters?

Quite a few of the cottages have been renovated.

Thanks to you. Maybe a little thanks to me.

But many of the farms have been left entirely to their own devices.

Coulter hasn't farmed this properly for 20 years.

He struggles to pay the rent, which is too low anyway.

There's been no...investment.

Papa would say you can't abandon people just because they grow old.

I agree, but it would be cheaper to give him a free cottage,

and work this land as it should be worked.

I see. And you don't think Papa understands that?

Maybe he harks back to a time when money was abundant.

There wasn't much need to keep on top of it.

I think he equates being business-like with being mean.

Or worse, middle-class like me.

The middle classes have their virtues, and husbandry is one.

We ought to get back. Sir Philip thingy's due on the seven o'clock train.

You ought to be there to hold Tom's hand.

Poor fellow.

He's so terrified, and so thrilled at the same time.

As I would be.

As I WILL be.

The dear Duchess of Truro is full of your praises, Sir Philip.

Then of course, you know that.

She had quite a time when she was first married, but I said to her,

"Never fear, Duchess, I'll get a baby out of you one way or another."

And so you did.

Three boys, and as a result, a secure dynasty, I'm glad to say.

But you see no complications here?

None at all. Lady Sybil is a perfect model of health and beauty.

We told our local doctor we'd send a message

to him when it looks as if the baby's coming.

Dr Clarkson has known us all since we were girls.

Yet what's needed here, Lady Mary, is a knowledge of childbirth, nothing more.

But if it soothes you, then of course.

He's most welcome.

I'm going to check on Sybil.

Sorry to trouble you, My Lord, but I wondered if I might have a word?

Come into the library.

Matthew, will you take Sir Philip to the drawing room?

Shall we go in?

Sir Philip, I was rather hoping to have you to myself for a moment.

Do you know that I was injured during the war?

I think I did hear something about it from Lady Grantham.

My spine was very severely bruised,

and for a time it seemed I'd lost the use of my legs,

and...

everything else.

But the bruising reduced, and you recovered? I have heard of this.

Well, how relieved you must have been.

Yes, but I wonder now whether the injury might have...

affected my...

I suppose I mean my fertility.

If it may have limited my chances of fathering a child.

Well, is...is everything working as it should?

Yes.

Then um...

why do you think there may be a problem?

We're anxious to start a family.

We've been married for a few months without any...results.

My dear Mr Crawley,

may I point out the word that gives you away?

Anxious.

Anxiety is an enemy to pregnancy.

Don't, whatever you do, feel anxious.