Downton Abbey

Am I ready? Only you can answer that, sir.

They're going to chuck everything they've got at us.

Then we shall have to chuck it back, won't we, sir?

Quite right.

Now, there's no point in pretending that this is going to be easy.

How are you, Thompson? Have you shaken that cold?

I'm all right, sir, thank you. Good man.

We're nearly there, chaps. Just hold fast. It won't be long now.

We're with you, sir. I know you are, Wakefield.

I can't tell you how much lighter that makes the task.

Right, Sergeant. Fix bayonets!

Argh!

Daisy, whatever's the matter with you?

Someone walked over my grave.

Agh!

Forward!

I'm so sorry.

What happened? I don't know. I suddenly felt terribly cold.

Move! I won't be sorry when this one's over.

Sir!

M'lady... M'lady, wake up.

What on earth- You'd better come downstairs.

I didn't know what else to do when I saw the telegram.

I knew it was urgent.

So...I hope it was right.

Quite right. Mrs Crawley won't mind my opening it.

The main thing is he's not dead.

Not yet, anyway. They've patched him up.

They're bringing him to the hospital in Downton.

When do they think he'll get here? It doesn't say.

How do we contact Isobel? How will she get back?

One thing at a time. I'll ring the War Office in the morning.

Maybe they know she's out there. Perhaps she's with him now.

They wouldn't have sent a telegram here and she'd have rung.

No, it's the usual balls- Usual mess-up, I'm afraid. (CLEARS THROAT)

Beg pardon, m'lord, but we're all very anxious to know the news.

Yes, of course.

It appears that a few days ago, Captain Crawley was wounded.

It's serious, I'm afraid, but he's alive

and on his way home to the hospital in the village.

Where there's life, there's hope.

What about William? Is he all right?

I'll find out what I can tomorrow.

I'm not sure there's much more we can do tonight.

William's father would have had a telegram if anything had happened.

I'll drive over in the morning.

Whatever you discover...tell me.

Don't keep anything back.

Lady Edith's back.

William was caught in it.

He's gone to some hospital in Leeds.

I'm very sorry.

I might have known. We couldn't be the only household left untouched.

Will he come through it? Her ladyship said it sounded bad.

But we don't know more than that.

Can you walk with me to the church this afternoon? If you want me to.

Because I'd like to say a prayer for them. For both of them.

We only cater for officers.

Dr Clarkson...I am no Jacobin revolutionary,

nor do I seek to overthrow the civilised world.

We just need one bed for a young man from this village!

And if it were within my power, you should have it.

Sir, you don't understand.

William's father can not afford to leave his farm and move to Leeds.

I'm very sorry. Really. But this is a military hospital

and it's not up to me to challenge the order of things...

I'll nurse him. I'm happy to do it. It wouldn't add to your workload.

If I were to break the rule for you, how many others do you think

would come forward to plead for their sons?

The answer is and must be "no".

It always happens when you give these little people power.

It goes to their heads like strong drink.

I'm sorry for him. I am.

I don't mind Captain Crawley. He's a better man than most of them.

And William too. He's not a bad lad, whatever you say.

I wish I'd not written that letter to Bates' wife,

telling her he's back here.

What's that got to do with it? What with everything else going on,

I know she'll come up here and make trouble.

Don't blame me, it wasn't my idea.

Any news? Only that the doctor won't let William come to the village.

He never?! It's for officers only, he says.

And his poor father staying there with him,

spending money he's not got and travelling miles to do it.

It's not right. No, it bloody well isn't.

Well, I'm a working class lad and so is he.

And I get fed up seeing how our lot always get shafted.

I thought I'd take some things down to the hospital.

Then I can wait and sit with him when he arrives.

I've read somewhere that it's very important not to leave them alone

when they're first wounded, so no sign goes unnoticed.

They can't spare a nurse to watch over every man,

so that's what I can do.

Your mother's written to Lavinia.

Good. Yes.

I'm glad someone's thought of that.

She must stay here and not be at Isobel's by herself.

What?

Nothing.

You should have had a church wedding.

Don't be silly.

No, I mean it.

You in a white dress, me looking like a fool.

I'd rather have the right man than the right wedding.

Well, it won't be long now.

How long?

Hard to say. But don't worry.

The decree nisi means we're safe.

The decree absolute's only a formality.

I'm just sorry it cost so much.

She could've had my shoes and the shirt off my back,

if it would only make her go away for good.

She's gone now.

I suppose I could feel guilty in my happiness...

knowing the troubles they're all facing back at home.

But in another way, it only makes me more grateful.

Let's pray. Let's pray together.

Don't worry. The old lady'll sort something out

now she's got the bit between her teeth.

I'm not worried. Not in that way. I feel sorry for William, that's all.

Well, of course you do. We all do.

I expect you're glad now that you let him have his little daydream.

No, I'm not glad.

I feel I've led him up the garden path with all that nonsense,

and I'm ashamed.

I'm so ashamed.

Oh!

Shh!

Hello?

Mrs Bates, isn't it? What do you want?

Don't sound inhospitable, Mrs Patmore.

When I've only ever known a welcome in this house.

Yes, yes...the Minister!

Well, how many Marquesses of Flintshire are there?

Yes, oh!

Is this an instrument of communication or torture?

What... Hello?

Shrimpie? Yes, it's Aunt Violet.

Yes, very well, very...

Ye... And Susan?

Ye... Oh, good.

Good, I won't beat about the bush, dear.

Whom might we know on the board of Leeds General infirmary?

Excuse me, it is not settled. It wasn't settled by me

that you'd come back here and take up with your floozy again.

As far as I recall, that was never settled.

How did you find out he was here? Wouldn't you like to know?

What does it matter? Just say what you want. Spit it out.

You thought you'd got the better of me. But you were wrong. I never...

I'm going to sell my story, anyway,

about Lady Mary, about the Turkish gentleman, about Miss Smith, here...

It's got nowt to do with me. Well, that's not what I heard.

You gave your word. I gave you the money and you gave me your word.

Well, guess what? I was lying.

If I hadn't come back to Downton, back to Anna,

would you have stuck to our agreement?

Well, we'll never know now, will we?

You're angry because I'm happy.

Maybe.

But you won't be happy long.

Can you drive me to the hospital?

Aren't you needed here? I've already taken Lady Mary down.

I know. I want to be with her when Captain Crawley arrives.

They can manage without me here for a while.

Is she still in love with him? I don't want to talk about it.

Why? Because I'm the chauffeur?

No, because she's my sister.

You're good at hiding your feelings, aren't you? All of you.

Much better than we are.

Perhaps. But we do have feelings.

And don't make the mistake of thinking we don't.

And has Lord Flintshire's order been acted on?

It has. There's an ambulance waiting,

although no-one quite knows how you managed it.

What exactly is the matter with him?

His body sustained too much damage. He cannot recover.

But he looks so normal.

Appearances can be cruelly deceptive.

The force of the blast has fatally injured his lungs.

But if he's lived this long?

Would it make any difference if he stayed here

or are you just making him as comfortable as can be?

That's it. There's nothing more we can do for him.

So you agree with our plan?

I don't know about you,

but I'd rather die in a familiar place, surrounded by familiar faces.

There you are, Mr Mason.

Seems we have everything settled, and we'll be away before long.

He'll be forced to do better,

if we can just get him back to where he knows. I feel sure of it.

I shouldn't...

I shouldn't worry too much. We'll know much more when he's rested.

I'm very grateful, m'lady. To both of you.

Let's get him ready.

See, sometimes, we must let the blow fall by degrees.

Give him time to find the strength to face it.

Right, they're here.

May I stay to settle him in? Very well.

I want to help too.

Lady Mary, I appreciate your good intentions