In a long, tracking shot, we follow the maid as she crosses the great hall into the marble-floored entrance hall, and on into a small library. Beyond is a different world, with the light from a high glass dome playing on the pictures in their gilt frames, on the Turkey carpets, on the rich, shining woods of the furniture and gleaming floor. DAY.ĭaisy comes up the grim kitchen staircase and pushes open the door. GREEN BAIZE DOOR/GREAT HALL/HALL/LIBRARIES. MRS PATMORE: Then take your basket and get started on the fires on the ground floor.ĭaisy gets to her feet and lifts the heavy basket. MRS PATMORE: What about the bedroom fires? MRS PATMORE: And finished blacking that stove? MRS PATMORE: My, my, will wonders never cease? Have you laid the servants’ hall breakfast? * Mrs Patmore, the cook, comes in and ties on her apron. DAY.ĭaisy the scullery maid is raking out the clinker. She looks across at the other body in the bed.ĪNNA: Just once in my life, I’d like to sleep until I woke up natural. So secure does it appear, that it seems as if the way of life it represents will last for another thousand years. DAWN.Īpril 1912-The sun is rising behind Downton Abbey, a great and splendid house in a great and splendid park. None of them will be up for hours and what difference will it make?īut she sighs and shakes her head with sorrow. POSTMASTER’S WIFE: Jimmy can do it when he comes in. POSTMASTER (CONT’D): I’ll take it up there now. If anything, he’s more shocked than she is. Then she takes off the headphones as he draws near. She sits in the corner, puts on a heavy set of headphones and listens. They look at each other.Ĭlearly, this is not what she wants to hear. DAWN.Ī postmaster is sorting the letters with his wife when there’s a noise. Above him run the telegraph wires, humming with their unrevealed, urgent messages. As the camera moves in, we can see a man, whom we will know as John Bates, sitting by himself in a second class carriage. DAWN.Īt dawn, a steam train travels through this lovely part of England.
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