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00:54:23
Hugh Bonneville, Phyllis Logan, Elizabeth McGovern
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Just because you're a poacher turned gamekeeper, there's no need for rudeness. No, sir.
Just because you're a poacher turned gamekeeper, there's no need for rudeness. No, sir.
And then, His Lordship's without a valet and... and your plate is piled so high!
That fella turned up asking for food.
Because obviously, I hold a grudge longer than you.
That is why one talks to chauffeur, isn't it?
If you mean the patients' new lunchtime,
No - Or are you like everyone else in thinking that, because she's a countess,
But in wartime we, like all of you, have more important things to worry about.
They've opened a branch in Northern France under the aegis of the Red Cross.
and I've sent Beth into the village for some eggs to pickle,
A unicorn, if ever there was one.
I might check his clothes for moth. What about you?
Mmm... What is it? Beef stew, m'lady.
I hate the word "missing". It seems to leave so little room for optimism.
And this is your beau, is it?
Beg your pardon for troubling you, only the door was open.
with His Lordship having no valet since the loony went.
Sorry I'm late! Has the dressing gong rung yet?
Do you really, my darling? I wish I could believe in your motive.
Well, I won't put you down for a career in diplomacy, then!
But I don't understand. The patients are always served their luncheon at 12:30.
I tell myself it's too early to despair,
I misjudge you, Bates, and I abused you when we parted.
Mrs Patmore seems to be disobey my instructions and I can't get to the reason why.
At times like these, people vanish and turn up again in the strangest places.
When we got out of that, we stumble into a field dressing station,
Do you think there's enough? You could feed about 50, I reckon.
where I learnt that my timetable has been wantonly disregard.
He must have gone straight to the Major and sneak on you the moment your back was turned.
I beg your pardon, m'lord, but the Dowager Countess is leaving. Ah.
A man who lend money, then uses it to blackmail the recipient?
What did you want me to do? Tell him to get knot?
Then you'll be relieve to see me. Oh, tremendously.
Write to him. Tell him of your plans with Carlisle. You owe him that.
Mr Bates is back, and you remind me. I'd better ring it now.
You've also torn up the nurses' timetable. I haven't torn up anything...
He tells me he propose when he was staying here.
Molesley. Ma'am. If you bring that table over, I suggest we divide the food.
We don't need anyone with us. The Sergeant knows what we're doing. But what are we patrol for?
We haven't kissed, or anything. I don't think we've shake hands!
and then we were trap behind some Germans for three days.
Well, I gather His Lordship knows his own mind,
Oh no, she's alter those, too. Has she, indeed?
I blame myself for not stepping in earlier - that I will admit.
where we were immediately admit.
He's frightfully full of himself. You don't say!
I might go over to Malton tomorrow. Agatha Spenlow is madly promoting her charity fair.
Her Ladyship felt it made the staff luncheon unreasonably early.
Then you'll be relieved to see me. Oh, tremendously.
Oddly enough, I don't think she was trying to make trouble.
Then why did she start talking about "inappropriate friendships" out of nowhere?
We were only... I know precisely what you were doing, Major.
Somehow, we got lost
I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.
Because obviously, I hold a grudge longer than you.
It happens all the time, apparently,
But you won't be content to stay at Downton forever, will you?
You'll be missed. By you, possibly.
He met him here twice before the war. Listen.
Well, she never eats properly, anyway. Not on her own.
I'm not trying to upset you, truly.
Oh no, she's altered those, too. Has she, indeed?
Certainly.
I'm not "worried" like that, exactly, but this is William. I think we should all be worried.
I spoke to His Lordship earlier.
where we were immediately admitted.
I'm sorry to push in, but I was sitting alone until I couldn't stand it no more.
Are you going soft in your old age?
I don't like him - he's a patronising bastard who sneaks behind my back,
I hear you're becoming mighty imperious in your manner with the staff here.
with His Lordship having no valet since the loony went.
It would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional,
Your affectionate cousin, Mary. '
Has she? Well, I suppose it was too tempting to resist.
I shall offer them my services. Well, that's... that's very drastic.
It is for me to feel embarrassed.
He felt it might be embarrassing. Yeah...
I may have been as bad in my heart, m'lord, but I've done nothing to be ashamed of.
and it can be awkward, you know, later on.
It would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional,
The chauffeur, Branson? Oh, how disappointing of you!
and they are so anxious for us both to be in it,
Mr Bates! You're a sight for sore eyes.
We're all very fond of William downstairs. Of course you are.
Don't be ridiculous. You're too scared to admit it...
Talk about sweet and sour.
I was doing some invisible mending on one of his coats.
Don't worry. He's more vulnerable than when he was last here.
Then why did she start talking about "inappropriate friendships" out of nowhere?
And you're not nervous?
I know she can be strict, but she's not - She wouldn't listen.