Downton Abbey

Come here, you!

Out you get.

Untie these ropes as quickly as you can.

What do you think, Mary? Perfect.

Daisy! Get downstairs with those now!

I say!

Mary! Happy Christmas! And to you.

Anna, this is for you.

The usual cloth for a frock, I'm afraid.

But I hope you like the other thing.

I'm sure I will, m'lady. Thank you.

We all prayed for him in church this morning.

Happy Christmas, Anna.

I can't wait for you to open this. Thank you, Your Ladyship.

Happy Christmas.

What did Her Ladyship say?

She was just being kind.

Happy Christmas.

I wish I could tell you not to worry.

My husband's on trial for his life, Mrs Hughes. Of course I worry.

Well, I'm old-fashioned enough to believe that

they can't prove him guilty, when he's not.

This is for you. Thank you, m'lady.

The Royal Families Of Europe.

I shall find this very interesting, my Lord.

Good.

I don't want to spoil their fun.

But I couldn't wear a paper hat.

Not with poor Mr Bates locked away.

His Lordship said much the same.

Is Mr Bates the one Lady Rosamund told me about? The murderer.

Mr Bates has most unjustly been accused of murder.

That is all.

All?! I should think that's quite enough for most people.

Thank you. Would you like tea?

Why do we have to help ourselves at luncheon?

It's a Downton tradition.

They have their feast at lunchtime and we have ours in the evening.

Why can't they have their lunch early and then serve us?

Because it's Christmas Day.

It's not how we'll do it at Haxby.

Which I can easily believe.

This is ni... This is... What is it?

What does it look like?

Something for getting stones out of horses' hooves.

It's a nutcracker. We thought you'd like it.

To crack your nuts.

Who's coming on New Year's Day?

The usual guns. Us three and some locals. You'll know all of them.

Have you asked Anthony Strallan?

I tried. I gave him three dates but he said no to all of them.

Perhaps he's given it up. But he was so keen before the war.

Perhaps he's had enough banging for one life.

And Rosamund's forced me to invite Lord Hepworth.

Really?

I told him I was coming down here and he dropped hint after hint!

Perhaps he has nowhere to go. It can be a lonely time of year.

Jinks Hepworth lonely? I find that hard to believe.

Hepworth men don't go in for loneliness much.

How do you know him?

I knew his father in the late Sixties.

Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?

Isobel told me you were telephoning for news of Mr Swire.

How is he? Not good.

I am catching the train first thing in the morning.

I hope I'm in time. Is it as bad as that?

I'm so sorry.

Matthew is going to London tomorrow. Lavinia's father is ill.

Better warn Robert if you'll miss the shoot.

I'll be back by New Year's Day.

He won't last that long, I'm afraid.

Forgive me if I'm casting a gloom.

Don't be silly. We're all under the shadow of Bates's trial.

Will any of you have to testify?

Only Papa and some of the servants.

But I'm going to support Anna.

Would you like me to come with you? To explain what's happening.

Or will you do that?

Richard wants to go back to work the day after the shoot.

Don't you? Yes, I do.

Now, Thomas.

What's this?

It's a board for planchette. What's that?

A game. Well, not quite a game, more a method of communication.

How? Never mind.

I'll take it if you like.

Sybil's favourite.

A happy Christmas to us all!

Happy Christmas!

Don't forget to make a wish. Let's all make a wish.

A wish and a prayer. Is this about Bates again?

My new maid says the servants' hall is full of it. How terrible it is.

We mustn't lose faith. He's been wrongly accused.

I'm sure you hope so.

We know so.

How has Mr Murray managed to have the trial held in York?

I don't know, but thank God he has.

And he's confident? He seems to be.

Lawyers are always confident before the verdict.

It's only afterwards they share their doubts.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

You must take it seriously, otherwise they'll be offended.

What is it? We're talking to the dead.

But how? They can't talk back.

They can. That's the whole point.

Come on, Daisy. No, I don't think it's right.

If you'll all be quiet, I'll try again.

Is there anyone there?

Yes, someone is there.

What is going on?

We're just playing a game. An unsuitable game, Miss O'Brien.

Especially on Christmas night.

Please put it away at once.

I'm surprised at you, Daisy.

Are you sure there's nothing in it? Quite sure, thank you.

Don't you believe in spirits, then?

Well, I don't believe they play board games.

You're reading.

For heavens' sakes, yes, I'm reading. It's a book title.

No talking. I know, but honestly!

Five words. Fourth word.

Two syllables. First syllable.

Fighting! Banging!

Drum!

They'll never get it. Shake! Mad!

Do you always play charades on Christmas night?

This isn't charades, this is the game.

Trip!

Do you enjoy these games in which the player must appear ridiculous?

Sir Richard, life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous.

Not in my life.

Fall past.

Fell! Wildfell!

The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall!

Isis!

Richard, your turn. Come on.

How soon your maxim will be tested.

If Mr Bates should not come back...

I am not replacing Bates.

What were you going to say?

Only that I know that Thomas is keen to be promoted.

The trouble is, being dressed and undressed is an intimate business.

We've forgiven Thomas his early sins, I know.

But I cannot imagine I would ever quite feel trust.

Say no more, my Lord. I'm sure Mr Bates will

be home soon, which will settle the matter.

We're running out of time now.

Did you make all that?

Yes, why?

And you're still only the kitchen maid?

I don't know what I am.

You could be a sous chef at least in London.

I don't know what a sous jeff is.

Or a cook. Maybe not in a house like this.

But you wouldn't have to go far down the ladder before they'd snap you up.

Daisy, find Thomas and tell him the tea's ready to go up.

Then we should get started on the mixture for the cheese souffles.

Does Daisy cook the souffles too?

What's it to you?

What do you mean, you've invited Anthony Strallan?

I thought it was just us.

Getting important! He never used to use a chauffeur.

Well, you were so disappointed that he wouldn't come shooting.

Good afternoon, Lady Grantham.

Lady Edith! What a charming surprise.

It's been far too long. It's so nice to see you.

It's such a relief to see any of our

friends who've made it through unscathed.

I'm afraid I haven't quite.

I took a bullet in the wrong place. Seems to have knocked out my right arm.

But not forever surely?

The upshot is, I'm afraid, the wretched thing is now no use to man or beast.

Well, now we know why you didn't want to come shooting.

Indeed.

So how is everyone? Lady Sybil is married, I hear.

Living in Ireland.

How was the wedding? Quiet.

It was in Dublin. They didn't want a big affair.

Did you all get over?

Mary and I did. Papa...

No, we were all ill. Isn't it sad?

What's he like?

He's political.

As long as he's on the right side!

So does he shoot?

I'm... sure he does. But I don't think pheasants.

Mr Murray thinks a reference from an earl will go in my favour.

I'm not sure such things matter when it comes to murder.

I think it will help.

Because you want to think so.

Anna, you must prepare for the worst.

I'm not saying it will happen, but you must prepare for it.

I know it could happen.

I do.

But the time to face it is after it has happened.

And not before.

Grant me that?

Lady Grantham, Lady Rosamund.

Hello, Lord Hepworth. Welcome.