Mrs Patmore wasn't really suffering a coronary: Clarkson, the reassuringly Scottish doctor, futuristically diagnosed a panic attack brought on by excessive catering and unpredictable underlings. In particular, M-Patz was vexed by Ivy "slapping it out like a trained seal", an announcement that could have caused another man down had Alfred overheard it. Alfred's wan attempts to woo Ivy failed, meanwhile, when he was unable to heroically open a stiff jar of chutney.
Jimmy did manage to get the lid off but, in a terrifically will-this-do plot convenience, he hit his head and sprained his wrist in the process. Molesley stepped in. He'd been reduced to delivering produce to the Abbey for the local shop, a predicament that caused Carson to coin a new euphemism for being lower servant class: "working at Bakewell's". For now, Moles was back in service, albeit as a footman, forced to wear embarrassing white gloves as a sign of his downfall.
Upstairs in the party house, anticipation was growing for the performance of Nellie Melba (Kiri Te Kanawa), but the menfolk were more concerned with playing cards: not Racing Demon but good old-fashioned five-card draw. A raw bounder called Sampson had given Gregson, Gillingham and Lord G a suspiciously good hammering the previous evening, harvesting IOUs with unpalatable shiny-faced glee.
Gregson was back for more, landing his suave two-day hustle by counter-fleecing the card sharp and winning back everyone's money, which he magnanimously returned to Lord G and the others, thus winning his place as a grudgingly tolerated honorary member of the landed gentry.