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00:47:44
Hugh Bonneville, Phyllis Logan, Elizabeth McGovern
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Matthew was the heir to the earldom and estate.
Well, I call it impertinence
The newspapers won't find me, and there'll be no repercussion.
Mr Molesley says the dowager's got the bit between her teeth.
Didn't he board a warship,
porridge in the glen with your mammy.
I'm sure it's only indigestion,
His lordship's had his operation, and now he's resting.
I thought you needed rescuing. Our own scrape are bad enough
You know I came Downton as the chauffeur?
Prizing a boar off a sow or taking piglets from their mother.
Yeah, I could be a farm labourer, but I want more than that.
- Because I'd call it treason. - Would you?
And I hope he gets more fun out of his hamper than Mr Carson did.
Prizing a boar off a sow or taking piglets from their mother.
- His ulcer has burst. - What?
- Guess who was her godfather. - You guess for me.
dug a trench across Piccadilly,
- Did they catch your nephew? - What?
What a nuisance it is.
- I beg your pardon? - Throwing over my lady
But this is too important. I appreciate that her motive are honourable,
gratitude?
Charlie's going to beat him again. It infuriate him.
Don't say too much. It frighten me. We've still got months.
He may have assimilate in some ways, but he still fights playing by the rules.
When we unleash the dogs of war, we must go where they take us.
You won't sleep a wink if I am still sack when we go upstairs.
- I beg your pardon? - Throwing over my lady
One word from Westminster, and the scheme would be abandon.
Shall I fetch the vegetables?
Mr Mason's lent me some books on pig-rearing and farming generally.
And old Lady Grantham threaten to give you away?
I just thought he'd behave very badly towards your ladyship.
Robert, for 30 years, I've strive to let your mother have her own way.
Consider me warn.
- His ulcer has burst. - What?
He'll be all right, but it's knock the stuffing out of him.
That remind me. I have a message from her.
Well, I only intend that she be ticked off, not beheaded.
So now that you've settle in, have you decided on your next task?
But we're after a nasty fish and he's bound to thresh about.
There is a man who's been shake to the roots of his soul.
dug a trench across Piccadilly,
I gather ii was Spratt who saved her, which is a surprise in a number of ways.
A creature of secrets that she never reveal.
Well, I'm afraid my life is an altogether rougher affair.
- You must have a go sometime. - I hope that's a real offer.
looking for fun wherever you could find it.
Besides, I've had some news.
Her ladyship is staying overnight,
Then, we can go somewhere else.
I know you enough to think about you all the time when we're apart.
- Possibly. - You must think about it carefully.
It's been understood he and his cousin, Adela Graham, will marry eventually.
Heh. No doubt.
- You must be absolutely exhausted. - Mm.
- to find properly trained staff now. - And did it work?
Indeed.
Certainly. I already have.
- I nearly forgot. That chap, Henry...? - Talbot?
Exactly. He telephoned while you were out.
- Only earlier, you seemed to... - No.
I could ask. You shouldn't have to go to the trial alone.
Mr Mason's lent me some books on pig-rearing and farming generally.
I won't ask what it was, but I hope you can leave it behind.
- You not nervous? - No. I'm looking forward to it.
I admit I'm quite interested, but when it comes to getting him here
Dr Clarkson seems to be coming round.
- Mama, what is the point? - Don't be jejune. You know very well.
And for that, I will write a tepid character,
- Well, how distressing for you. - It's not that so much.
- She's in a very frail frame of mind. - I'll do my best.
when you and she were young and carefree,
Happy, impatient, excited.
What a terrifying reminder.
Are you annoyed we've given Yew Tree Farm to Mr Mason?
He wants Daisy to live there. Understandable. He must be lonely.
- How do you feel? - In one way, I'm relieved, of course.
- But it might be nice. Ha-ha. - Mrs Patmore's just jealous.
- You must be absolutely exhausted. - Mm.
Everything he based his life on has proved mortal after all.
- You're in for some rigorous debate. - I wish I weren't.
And I'm very fond of Cousin Peter, even if he isn't a countryman.
of my unfortunate nephew. Hm?
- Seems very sensible. - And I want him to come here.
I think the new system will be better, and I haven't got time to be diplomatic.
No, I was not drunk. I was shocked.
You're quite pale. We'll go together.
I didn't realise you were so keen, Tom. Blast. You could have driven her today.
I'm sure she's not. But I would be grateful for the basket.
Nothing urgent. Right.