Downton Abbey

Oh, my God.

That's impossible.

I'll take it up there now.

Don't be stupid.

None of them will be up for hours.

What difference will it make?

Jimmy will do it when he comes in.

6:00!

Thank you, Daisy.

Anna.

Just once in my life I'd like to sleep

until I woke up natural.

- Is your fire still in? - Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, my, my, will wonders never cease?

Have you laid the servant's hall breakfast?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

And finished blacking that stove?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

What about the bedroom fires?

All lit, Mrs. Patmore.

Well, take your things and get started

on the fires on the ground floor.

Now, hurry up.

- Any sign of William? - No.

Where have you been?

I'm not late, am I?

You're late when I say you're late.

Daisy, whatever are you doing there, crouching in the dark?

You weren't here, and I didn't like to touch the curtains

with me dirty hands.

Well, quite right, too.

Why didn't you put the lights on? I daren't.

It's electricity and not the devil's handiwork.

You'll have to get used to it sooner or later.

At Skelton Park, they've even got it in the kitchens.

What for?

Breakfast is ready, Mr. Carson.

Ah, William. Any papers yet?

- They're late. - They certainly are. Get the board out

so you can do them as soon as they're here.

- Is the library tidy? - Yes, Mrs. Hughes.

Good. I want the dining room

given a proper going over today.

You can do it when they've finished their breakfast.

Oh, heavens, girl!

You're building a fire, not inventing it.

How many have you done?

This is me last till they come downstairs.

Very well. Now, get back down to the kitchens

before anyone sees you.

And they're off.

No rest for the wicked.

Lady Mary. Are the tea trays ready?

All ready, Mrs. Patmore.

If the water's boiled.

Could you give us a hand to take the other two up?

I've got Her Ladyship's to carry.

- I'll help. - Back door.

The papers, at last. William!

- You're late. - Yeah, I know, but...

But what?

You'll see.

Do The Times first. He only reads that at breakfast.

And The Sketch for her ladyship.

You can manage the others later, if need be.

Why are their papers ironed?

What's it to you? To dry the ink, silly.

We wouldn't want his lordship's hands to be as black as yours.

Mr. Carson, I think you ought to see this.

- I can't make myself believe it. - Me, neither.

His lordship's dressed.

William! Will you stop talking

and take this kedgeree up.

And mind the burners are still lit.

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

- Is it really true? - Afraid so.

Nothing in life is sure.

- Good morning, Carson. - Good morning, my lord.

Is it true what they're saying?

I believe so, my lord.

I'm afraid we'll know some people on it.

I don't suppose there are any lists of survivors yet?

I understand most of the ladies were taken off in time.

You mean the ladies in first class?

God help the poor devils below decks.

On their way to a better life.

What a tragedy.

When Anna told me, I thought she must have dreamt it.

Do we know anyone on board?

Your mother knows the Astors, at least she knows him.

We dined with Lady Rothes last month.

There are bound to be others.

I thought it was supposed to be unsinkable.

Every mountain is unclimbable until someone climbs it,

so every ship is unsinkable until it sinks.

- Good morning, Papa. - Good morning. What's that?

Just arrived. Telegram.

- Is her ladyship awake? - Yes, my lord.

I'm just going to take in her breakfast.

Thank you.

Hello?

May I come in?

Isn't this terrible?

When you think how excited Lucy Rothes was at the prospect.

It's too awful for any words.

Did J.J. Astor get off?

Of course, that new wife of his

is bound to have been rescued.

I've had a telegram from George Murray.

One of his partners is in New York.

Yes?

It seems James and Patrick were on board.

What? They can't have been.

They weren't going over until May.

Then they changed their plans.

They're definitely on the passenger list.

Thank you, O'Brien.

That'll be all for the moment.

But surely they were picked up.

Doesn't look like it.

What?

Neither of them?

You must tell Mary.

She can't hear about it from anyone else.

Neither of them were picked up, that's what he said.

Mr. Crawley and Mr. Patrick?

That's what he said.

Her ladyship was the color of this cloth.

Well, it's a terrible shame if it's true.

It's worse than a shame, it's a complication.

What do you mean? What do you think?

Mr. Crawley was his lordship's cousin and heir to the title.

I thought Lady Mary was the heir.

She's a girl, stupid. Girls can't inherit.

But now Mr. Crawley's dead,

and Mr. Patrick was his only son.

So what happens next?

It's a dreadful thing.

Hello.

I've been waiting at the back door. I knocked, but no one came.

So you pushed in?

I'm John Bates, the new valet.

- The new valet? - That's right.

You're early.

Came on the milk train. Thought I'd use the day

to get to know the place, start tonight.

I'm Anna, the head housemaid.

How do you do?

And I'm Miss O'Brien, her ladyship's maid.

You better come along with us.

But how can you manage?

Don't worry about that, I can manage.

Because we've all got our own work to do.

I can manage.

Ll right, Mrs. Hughes.

I'll take over. Thank you.

Good morning, Mr. Bates.

Welcome.

I hope your journey was satisfactory.

It was fine. Thank you.

I am the butler of Downton. My name is Carson.

How do you do, Mr. Carson?

This is Thomas, first footman.

He's been looking after his lordship since Mr. Watson left.

It'll be a relief to get back to normal, won't it, Thomas?

I assume that everything is ready

for Mr. Bates' arrival?

I've put him in Mr. Watson's old room.

Though he left it in quite a state, I can tell you.

But what about all them stairs?

I keep telling you, I can manage.

Of course you can.

Thomas, take Mr. Bates to his room,

show him where he'll be working.

Thank you, everyone.

Well, I can't see that lasting long.

Thank you, Miss O'Brien.

Oh, yes.

I should be comfortable here.

Does this mean I'll have to go into full mourning?

My first cousin and his son are almost certainly dead.

We will all be in mourning.

No, I mean with the other thing.

After all, it wasn't official.

If you're saying you do not wish to mourn Patrick as a fiance,

that is up to you.

No one knew about it outside the family.

I repeat, it is up to you.

Well, that's a relief.

There's some cedar-lined cupboards in the attic

for things that aren't often worn,

traveling clothes and such. Mr. Watson used them

to rotate the summer and winter stuff.

I'll show you later.

What about studs and links?

Do I choose them or does he?

Lay them out unless he asks for something in particular.

These for a ball, these for an ordinary dinner, these only in London.

I'll get the hang of it.

Yeah, you'll have to.