mrs. crawley. (laughter) when do you want it to happen? tomorrow night. not mr. durrant? no. any other warder but him. tell turner about it. he's straight. but don't tell him 'til the afternoon. why are you doing this? why are you helping me? i can't stand craig. you do that very neatly, my dear. i was trained by mrs. hughes. she was a good worker. even though things haven't gone so well lately. i hope that you can accept our offer, ethel and that we can be friends. because we both wish you well, don't we, dear? i don't wish you ill i'll say that. i can't accept your offer. and we won't be friends. mrs. bryant: what? not even for charlie's sake? i think you love my son, mr. bryant. i don't think you're a nice man or a kind one, but i believe you love my boy. so you'll be pleased by what i've come here to say. any news while i was out? no. perhaps the home secretary won't see him. papa'll pull some strings until he does. a-ha, you've started on the augean task. how are you getting on? not badly. i'm beginning to get a sense of how it all works. in a way, it's probably best you

mrs. crawley? how may i help? i'm sorry to push in on you again but i didn't have time to come down before dinner and now we're on our way home. oh. mrs. hughes, you know i went to see ethel parks? i do, ma'am. well, she wouldn't speak to me then but she has since sought me out and asked me to deliver this letter into your hands. when we last spoke of her, you seemed to think she'd fallen into bad ways. i'm afraid that's the case. she has been working as a prostitute. my, my. that's not a word you hear in this house every day. no, but i think it also serves to show the measure of her misery. ethel has been driven to this, of that i have no doubt. if only she would allow me to help her, but she won't. if this letter can give you any clue as to how i might be helpful please let me know. i will, ma'am. your sentiments do you credit, but i suspect she will be too ashamed to face how far she's fallen. good night. good night mrs. crawley. so am i to answer to you both? of course not. what lord grantham means is that i ha

mrs. crawley! (fire bell ringing) is she all right? she's still got a pulse, she's still breathing.anybody in there?! i can smell gas. fireman: anybody there? what the hell are you doing in here? this whole place could collapse at any moment. it's my hotel! sam: we've got someone here who's hurt. fireman: all right, we'll take over now. look, just get out into the street. come on, i've got you. come on, darling. oh, adam. (sighs) i'm sorry. i don't know, sam. i never was cut out to run a hotel anyway. fireman: there you go. sam: but what will you do now? i thought i might marry you. what? i've got no house, no job, no money and no future. will you marry me, sam? adam! you'd better hurry up before a wall falls on top of us. (laughing) come, on you two, out! all right, yes, i will. please get up! do you mean it? yes, of course i mean it. of course i'll marry you. i'll marry you in a shot. sam, that's wonderful. (debris crashing) foyle: oh, it's very good news, sir charles, with regards to james. what? well, the verdict-- that is to say, the death penalty-- is certain to be overturned.