Tasty Mystery Baskets of Clips

You shouldn't do that in here.

Kemal. My lover.

- What's the matter with you? - Nothing.

Well, not much.

- What are you talking about? - Never mind.

- You seem very absorbed. - Your aunt Rosamond.

But what about the car?

Would you make my excuses to your parents?

- Have you had any breakfast? - Not a crumb.

Next time, have a proper look before you start complaining.

Don't you agree, Mr Carson?

- What did she want? - Nothing.

I don't understand it! It must have been that Daisy!

All alone with plenty of money in a house in Eaton Square?

because, unlike you and me, he does not know that it is true.

and now it's the other way round.

I had to let your skirt down a little, but I can put it back.

If Mr Molesley deserves the first prize for his flowers,

Whatever it is, she won't say. Not to us, anyway.

I don't think I'd have got down, however lame the horse.

Not so much an open mind as an open mouth.

The thing is, just for a moment I thought...

Only she's been talking recently as if she had ideas about Mr Pamuk's death.

and yet be fair to your employees.

Mrs Hughes said she was after the other heir, Mr Patrick Crawley.

Daisy give us a hand, get that cloth.

Why are you picking on him?

Can you help? I should be so grateful.

Poor Aunt Rosamond. All alone in that big house.

Because everything's been ordered and prepared.

You seem well prepared.