Abbey
Abbey
Abbey
That's impossible.
I'll take it up there now.
Don't be stupid. None of
them will be up for hours,
and what difference will it make?
Jimmy'll do it when he comes in.
April
Six o'clock!
Thank you, Daisy... Anna?
Just for once in my life,
I'd like to sleep
until I woke up natural.
- Is your fire still in?
- Yes, Mrs. Patmore.
Ooh, my, will wonders never cease?
- Have you laid the servants' hall breakfast?
- Yes, Mrs. Patmore.
- And finished blacking that stove?
- Yes, Mrs. Patmore.
- What about the bedroom fires?
- All lit, Mrs. Patmore.
Right, well, take the things
and start on the fires
on the ground floor!
Now hurry up.
- Any sign of William?
- No.
- Where have you been?
- I'm not late, am I?
You're late when I say you're late.
Daisy?
Whatever are you doing
there, crouching in the dark?
I didn't like to touch the
curtains with my dirty hands.
Quite right too.
- Why didn't you put the lights on?
- I daren't.
Why? the electicity It's
not the devil's handiwork.
You'll have to get used
to it earlier or later.
At Skelton Park, they've
even got it in the kitchens.
What for?
- Breakfast is ready, Mr. Carson.
- Ah, William. Any papers yet?
- They're late.
- They certainly are.
Get the board out, so you can
do them as soon as they're here.
as master,
honour would have been satisfied.
Unfortunately, now...
Now a complete unknown has the right
to pocket my money,
along with the rest of the swag!
The problem is, saving your
dowry would break up the estate.
It would be the ruin of everything
Robert's given his life to.
- And he knows this?
- Well, if he doesn't, he will.
Then there's no answer.
Yes, there is,
and it's a simple one.
The entail must be smashed
in its entirety
and Mary recognised
as heiress of all.
There's nothing we can do
about the title.
No, she can't have the title.
But she can have your money...
and the estate.
I didn't run Downton for years
to see it go, lock, stock and
barrel,
to a stranger from God knows where.
Are we to be friends, then?
We are allies, my dear.
Which can be a good
deal more effective.
Downton is a great house, Mr. Bates,
and the Crawleys are a great family.
We live by certain standards
and those standards can
at first seem daunting.
Of course.
If you find yourself tongue-tied
in the presence of his Lordship,
I can only assure you that his
manners and grace
will soon help you to perform your
duties to the best of your ability.
I know.
Bates! My dear fellow!
I do apologise. I should have
realised you'd all be at luncheon.
- Not at all, my Lord.
- Please, sit. Sit, everyone.
I just want to say a quick
hello to my old comrade-in-arms.
Even if it means
he can't do his job.
How are you settling in?
Very well...I think.
Unless your Lordship
feels differently.
No complaints?
If I had any, I should take them
to Mr. Carson, my Lord, not you.
You're probably right.
And the house hasn't worn you out
with the endless stairs and so on?
I like the house, my Lord.
I like it as a place to work.
- What happened?
- It's only the old wound.
After I left the army,
I had a spot of bother
and just when I'd got through
that, about a year ago,
my knee started playing up.
A bit of shrapnel got left
in or something, and it moved.
But it's fine. It's not a problem.
And you'd let me know if you
felt it was all too much for you?
I would. But it won't be.
Thomas.
- And where have you been?
- The village.
To send a telegram,
if you must know.
Oh, pardon me for living.
Well, Murray didn't stay long.
Does her Ladyship
know how they left it?
No. They talked it all through
on the way back from the church.
If I was still his valet,
I'd get it out of him.
Bates won't say a word.
He will not.
I'd bet you a tanner he's a
spy in the other direction.
I wanted that job.
We were all right together,
his Lordship and me.
Then be sure to get your foot
in the door when Bates is gone.
We can't get rid of him just
because he talks behind our backs.
There's more than
Don't exaggerate.
Doesn't it strike you as
dishonest not to mention it?
- I knew he'd been wounded.
- You never said.
You know I don't care
to talk about all that.
Of course I understand
what it must be like,
to have fought alongside someone
in a war.
- Oh, you understand that, do you?
- Certainly I do.
You must form the
most tremendous bonds,
even with a servant.
Really? Even with a servant?
Oh, Robert, don't catch me out.
I'm simply saying I fully
see why you want to help him.
But?
But...is this the right way to
employ him for a job he can't do?
Is it any wonder if the
others' noses are put out?
I just want to give him a chance.
Mama, I'm sorry.
No-one told me you were here.
Oh dear, such a glare!
I feel as if I were
on stage at the Gaiety.
We're used to it.
I wish you'd let me install it in
the Dower House. It's so convenient.
The man who manages the generator
could look after yours as well.
No. I couldn't have
electricity in the house.
I wouldn't sleep a wink.
All those vapours!
Even Cora won't have
it in the bedrooms.
She did wonder about the kitchens,
but I couldn't see the point.
Before anyone joins us, I'm glad of
this chance for a little talk.
- I gather Murray was here today.
- News travels fast.
Yes, I saw him, and
he's not optimistic
that there's anything we can do.
I refuse to believe it.
Absolutely.
Then I do hope you'll come
and inspect my little cottage.
It was designed by Wren
for the first Earl's sister.
- The attics?
- Yes.
Mary took the Duke up to the attics.
Whatever for?
Why was this, dear?
We were just looking around.
Looking around?
What is there to look
at but servants' rooms?
- What was the real reason?
- Don't be such a chatterbox, Edith!
I think we'll go through.
- I still don't understand.
- Will you hold your tongue?
How long do you think
they'll be? I'm starving.
- Have you settled the ladies?
- Yes, Mr. Carson.
Then it won't be long
once they go through.
Do you think he'll speak out?
Do you think we'll have a
duchess to wait on? Imagine that!
You won't be waiting on her!
There is no reason why the eldest
daughter and heiress of the Earl
should not wear a duchess's
coronet with honour.
Heiress, Mr. Carson?
Has it been decided?
It will be,
if there's any justice in the world.
Well, we'll know soon enough.
What are you doing, Anna?
I thought I'd take
something up to Mr. Bates,
him not being well
enough to come down.
You don't mind, do
you, Mrs. Hughes?
I don't mind. Not this once.
No, take him whatever
he might need.
Mr. Bates is leaving without a stain
on his character.
I hope you all observe that
in the manner of your parting.
- Of course.
And if I've offended
you, I apologise.
But surely you have
better things to do.
This is my job, sir.
Well, it seems a very silly
occupation for a grown man.
Look, I'm sorry if I'm...
I'm sorry.
Why are you so against him?
Aside from the fact he's
planning to steal our inheritance?
Your inheritance.
It makes no difference
to Sybil and me.
We won't inherit, whatever happens.
He isn't one of us.
Cousin Freddy's
studying for the bar.
And so is Vivian MacDonald.
At Lincoln's Inn!
Not sitting at a dirty
little desk in Ripon.
Besides, his father was a doctor.
There's nothing wrong with doctors.
We all need doctors.
We all need crossing sweepers
and draymen too,
it doesn't mean
we have to dine with them.
Whom don't we have to dine with?
Mary doesn't care for
Cousin Matthew.
Sybil, be a dear and fetch
my black evening shawl.
O'Brien knows which one.
And Edith, can you see that
the drawing room's ready?
I'm glad to catch you alone.
- You've driven the others away.
- Perhaps I have.
Pretty.
The point is, my dear, I
don't want you, any of you,
to feel you have to dislike Matthew.
- You disliked the idea of him.
- That was before he came.
Now he's here, I don't
see any future in it.
Not the way things are.
I don't believe a woman can be
- That's right.
Perseus.
Son of a god.
Rather more fitting,
wouldn't you say?
That depends.
I'd have to know more about the
princess and the sea monster in question.
I wish I could dance like that.
Like what?
Don't you know the Grizzly Bear?
The Grizzly Bear! As if you do.
Certainly I do. Miss
O'Brien, shall we show them?
Not likely!
William, give us a tune.
Come on, Daisy.
Hands up.
Daisy! Daisy!
Stop that silly nonsense
before you put your joints out!
See to the range and go to bed.
Thank you. That was beautiful.
I'm sorry, Mary was
rather sharp this evening.
I doubt if Cousin Mary and I
are destined to be close friends.
I don't blame her.
Her father's home and her mother's
fortune are to be passed to me.
It's very harsh.
Well, what would you say...
... if the entail were
set aside in Mary's favour?
I should try to accept it with
as good a grace as I could muster.
Would you?
Good evening, Taylor.
- Good evening, m'lady.
- Thank you.
I'll say good night, Mr. Carson.
Look at that scratch.
I'll have to get that sorted
out while they're up in London.
- You can hardly see it.
- Well, I'll know it's there.
Are you alright now? Only you
seemed a little upset earlier.
Yeah, I'm sorry about that.
I'm just um...
... a bit tired.
And no wonder.
Nurse!
Will you prepare Mr. Drake
for his procedure, please?
Well, Mrs. Crawley,
I have a feeling
we will sink or swim together.
Mr. Drake, your heart
is not functioning properly.
And as a result, the
pericardial sac is full of fluid.
I am proposing first
to withdraw the fluid
and then to inject the adrenalin
to stimulate the heart and
restore normal activity.
Is it dangerous, Doctor?
The draining may stop the heart.
And the adrenalin may
not be able to restart it.
Mrs. Drake, the choice is simple.
If your husband endures
this procedure, he may life.
If not, he will die.
<i>- He's with a patient.
- No, let me pass!</i>
<i>I must see the doctor...at once!</i>
Your ladyship.
It is just as I thought.
Doctor Clarkson,
tell me you will not
permit this amateur
to influence your
professional opinion.
- Amateur?
- My dear woman,
do not let them bully you.
They'll not disturb the peace
of your husband's last hours
if I can help it.
But that's just it, my lady.
I don't want them
to be his last hours.
Not if there's a chance.
Please, Doctor,
do what you must.
As...
Steady.
Yep, alright.
Nice and steady.
As President of this hospital,
I feel I must...
Valve.
..tell you...
... I shall bring this to
the attention of the board.
You're doing very well.
Have you no pity?
Adrenalin.
Quickly, quickly.
His heart's stopped.
Ready?
Yes.
Oh, John!
My dear.
You don't have to worry...
she may be President,
but I am the Patron
so you're quite safe with me.
Please.
My mother was right, then.
The man's life was saved.
Well, I like to think
we were both right.
But I'm not sure Lady Grantham
will be so easily convinced.
Then we must
strengthen the argument.
Cousin Isobel wants
something to do? Very well.
Let's make her
Chairman of the Board.
- She'd like that, wouldn't she?
- Certainly she would.
Then my mother will
have to listen to her.
She's been an absolute
ruler there for long enough.
It's time for some loyal opposition.
Well, if you're quite
certain, my lord.
What were you going to say?
Well, at the risk
of being impertinent,
on your own head be it.
About your scheme for
restoring the estate cottages.
You don't mind my interfering?
My dear fellow,
I brought you here to interfere.
In fact, why don't you stay for
dinner and we'll talk about it?
We'll send down to
Molesley for your clothes.
I better not.
Hello.
I could have posted that for you.
Well, I prefer to do it myself.
I'll wait outside.
What are you doing?
If you must know, I'm trying to find
some space on top of the cupboard,
to make life easier.
- So what's in it, then?
- What?
The bleedin' great packing case
that weighs a ton, that's what.
Can you just leave it?
No I can't and you'll
tell me right now.
- Anything interesting?
- Not particularly.
It's from Evelyn Napier.
You met him with the
Delderfields last November
- at Doncaster Races.
- Is that Lord Branksome's boy?
- It is.
- Do you like him?
I don't dislike him.
- And what's he writing about?
- Nothing much.
He's out with the York
and Ainsty next week.
The meet is at Downton. He
wants some tea when he's up here.
Where's he staying? With friends?
He says he's found a pub
that caters for hunting.
Well, we can improve on that.
He must come here. He can send
the horses up early, if he wants.
He'll know why you're asking him.
I can't think what you mean.
His mother's a friend of mine.
She'll be pleased at the idea.
Not very pleased... she's dead.
All the more reason, then.
You can write a note too
and put it in with mine.
Should I tell him about your
friendship with his late mother?
I'm sure you of all people can
compose a letter to a young man
without any help from me.
- How much did it cost?
- Every penny I'd saved.
Or, almost.
And...is this the mystery lover?
I've been taking a correspondence
course in typing and shorthand.
That's what was in the envelopes.
Are you any good?
Yes.
I am, actually.
Her Ladyship wants the fawn
skirt Lady Mary never wears.
Her seamstress is going to fit it
to Lady Sybil, but I can't find it.
I'll come in a minute.
They're waiting now. One minute.
I'm just changing my cap and apron.
Have you told anyone?
What did your parents say?
Well, I can't tell them
till I've got a job.
Dad will think I'm a fool
to leave a good place,
and Mum will say
I'm getting above myself, but...
but I don't believe that.
Nor do I.
It's not of my doing.
It's all Mary's own work,
but I think we should encourage it.
Branksome's a dull dog,
but I don't suppose that matters.
- Did you know his wife had died?
- He only ever talks about racing.
Cora is right.
Mary won't take Matthew Crawley,
so we'd better get her settled,
before the bloom is quite gone
off the rose.
Is the family an old one?
Older than yours, I imagine.
- Old enough.
- And there's plenty of money.
Really?
Mama, you've already looked him up
in the stud books
and made enquiries about the
fortune, don't pretend otherwise.
Are you afraid someone will think
you're American if you speak openly?
I doubt it'll come to that.
- Shall I ring for tea?
- No, not for me.
I'm meeting Cripps at five.
I couldn't find
her britches anywhere,
so I asked Mr. Bates.
He looked among
His Lordship's riding clothes.
There they were.
I only hope to God
I've got everything.
Hat, I'll do here.
Gloves and crop are in the hall.
Gwen?
Whatever's the matter?
Hey, come on. Sit down.
Hey.
What's up? Oh...
I'm just being silly.
You should get that brushed.
He won't be up for another
half an hour, now what is it?
I suppose I've just realised
that it's not going to happen.
- What isn't?
- Well, none of it.
I'm not going to be a secretary.
I'm not going to leave service.
I doubt I'll leave here
before I'm .
Hey, what's all this?
You saw their faces.
And they're right.
Oh, look at me.
I'm the daughter of a farmhand.
I'm lucky to be a maid.
I was born with nothing
and I'll die with nothing.
Don't talk like that.
You can change your life
if you want to.
Sometimes, you have to be hard on
yourself,
but you can change it completely,
I know.
Mr. Bates, are you all right?
Take her upstairs.
Dry her off.
Come on, Gwen.
Mr. Bates, what's the matter?
Nothing. Not a thing. I'm fine.
- Let me help you.
- I'm perfectly all right, thank you, Mrs. Hughes.
Are you sure?
You're as white as a sheet.
Oh, that?
I wasn't even thinking about that.
And, if I may say so, milady,
you're still very young.
Am I?
I don't feel it.
We're all behind you, milady.
The staff, we're all on your side.
Thank you, Carson.
You've always been so kind to me.
Always.
From when I was quite a little girl.
Why is that?
Even a butler has his favourites,
milady.
Does he?
I'm glad.
Lady Mary?
Oh, milady. I thought...
Carson and I were just making sure
that everything was shipshape and
Bristol fashion,
and it is.
Good night, Carson.
Good night, milady.
Of all the men on earth,
I mean, he looked so fit.
Dr. Clarkson said it was
a heart attack.
- Did you see any signs?
- I didn't have much chance to study the gentleman.
You don't suppose there's anything
sinister in it, do you?
Every day, the papers warn us of
German spies,
and they did say his presence was
essential for peace in Albania...
I doubt it, milord.
Anyone wanting to poison his food
would have to get past Mrs. Patmore.
Blimey, that's a thought.
Unless, of course,
she's a spy herself.
I wish you'd tell me what's wrong,
Bates.
You'll be in no trouble.
I only want to help.
I know that, Your Lordship,
and I am grateful,
but there is nothing
I need help with.
- Good morning, Mrs. Hughes.
- I insist.
If you've got a cold,
I want you out of here.
Anna, they are. You
know I'm out tonight?
Because I don't want to
come home to any surprises.
That'll be the day.
We thought we might
go to the fair later.
You'd like that,
wouldn't you, Daisy?
Now, you ought to go. She's
been that down in the mouth
since the death of poor Mr. Pamuk.
- Don't say that.
- Well, she has!
We could all walk down together
after the servants' dinner.
You won't be walking anywhere.
She's got minutes to
live, by the sound of it.
Go to bed at once.
Yes, Mrs. Hughes.
I'll bring up a Beechams powder.
Right, if there's anything
you want to ask me,
it'll need to be before I go.
What would I want to ask you?
I'm preparing a meal for Lord
and Lady Grantham and the girls.
No-one is visiting.
No-one is staying.
Well...
that's settled, then.
I'm afraid Dr. Clarkson's
out delivering a baby.
We don't know when he'll be back.
No matter. If you open
the store cupboard,
I can easily find what I need.
- Well...
- You can tell the doctor
that you opened it for
the chairman of the board.
I assure you he will raise
not the slightest objection.
This should do it...
tincture of steel, drops
in water three times a day.
And this is solution
of nitrate of silver.
Of course I have.
You mustn't let
Thomas get you down.
He's just jealous.
Everyone likes you better than him.
Not everyone.
Then, she's a foolish girl,
and she doesn't deserve you.
Though, why am I encouraging you?
Forget all that for
years at least.
You're a kind woman, Mrs. Hughes.
I don't know how this house
would run without you.
I don't, truly.
Stopped flannelling and get on.
Before I betray you
to Mr. Carson.
Is there anything more
thrilling than a new frock?
I suppose not, milady.
You shall have one, too.
I thought this would be suitable
for your interview.
- I won't be wearing it, milady.
- Of course you will.
We have to make you look like
a successful, professional woman.
What is it? What's happened?
Well, I won't wear it
because I'm not going.
They've cancelled the appointment.
They found someone more
"suited for the post".
- And better qualified.
- This time.
Let's face it.
There will never be anyone
less suited for the post
or worse qualified than I am.
That isn't true.
You'll see. We're not giving up.
No-one hits the bull's-eye
with the first arrow.
I've put out the Rundle
candlesticks for dinner tonight.
Oh. I'm sorry. I'll
come back later.
No, stay. Please.
I've got something I'd
like to talk to you about.
If you've a minute.
do you?
You always win.
Yes. I have been very fortunate
in that regard.
But, surely, when Mr Molesley's
garden is so remarkable
and he is so very proud
of his roses You talk of Mr Molesley's pride.
What about my gardener's pride?
Is he to be sacrificed on the altar
of Molesley's ambition?
All I'm asking is
that you release them
from any obligation to let you win.
Why not just tell them to choose
whichever flower is best?
But that is precisely
what they already know.
And do!
I'm sorry, milord.
I didn't think you'd be in here.
Are my eyes deceiving me
or is one of these missing?
I don't know them well enough.
No. Why would you?
But there's a very pretty
little blue one
with a miniature framed
in French paste.
It was made for a German prince.
I forget who...
Unless it's been moved
for some reason.
But why would it be?
Can you help.
I shall be so grateful.
Our horse has cast a shoe.
Is there a smithy nearby?
Aye, you can try old Crump
in the next village.
Thank you.
You see? Help's at hand.
At least it happened
on the way home.
Well, they'll be worried about you.
And if they check on me,
I'm finished.
Is Her Ladyship wearing that now?
This is for Friday night.
I thought I'd give it a press
while I had time.
On the contrary.
I'm glad you and Mary
are getting along.
There's no reason you can't be
friends. No reason at all.
I don't suppose there's any chance
that you could sort of start again?
Life is full of surprises.
Ah. I've been waiting for you.
I've found a book and it's just
the thing to catch your interest.
Oh, really?
I'm intrigued what could it be?
Well I was looking in the library
and I...
I was very taken by what you were
saying over dinner about the You're so right, Lady Mary.
How clever you are.
This is exactly
what we have to be aware of.
There's a section here I was rather
unsure about. I wonder if you...
It seems we have both been thrown
over for a bigger prize.
Heavens, is that the time?
You're not going?
The truth is my head's splitting.
I don't want to spoil the party
so I'll slip away.
Would you make my excuses
to your parents?
Excuse me, Sir Anthony.
Has Mr Crawley left?
Yes, milady.
But what about the car? Branson can't
have brought it round so quickly.
He said he'd rather walk, milady.
Thank you.
Mary can be such a child.
What do you mean, darling?
She thinks if you put a toy down,
it'll still be sitting there when
you want to play with it again.
What are you talking about?
Never mind.
Mr Carson?
We were wondering
about that snuff box.
Has it turned up yet?
I'm afraid not.
Well, I think we should have
a search.
What? It doesn't do to leave these
things too long.
Mr Carson can search the men's rooms,
Mrs Hughes the women's.
And it should be right away,
now we've talked of it.
So no-one has a chance
to hide the box.
Don't you agree, Mr Carson?
Well, perhaps it's for the best.
Although I'm sure
I won't find anything.
I'll fetch Mrs Hughes.
I think I'll just um...
I'd better check it's tidy.
The bastard's hidden it in my room
or yours.
Why did I ever listen to you
in the first place?
Miss O'Brien?
My, my. You have been busy.
I was expecting you later than this.
I'll tell Molesley to lock up.
Thanks.
Good night, Mother.
How was your evening?
Did you enjoy yourself?
Quite.
The thing is,
just for a moment I thought Never mind what I thought.
I was wrong.
Good night.
My word, Molesley, splendid roses.
Well done. Thank you, Your Lordship.
All the stalls are set out very well
this year.
This is enchanting.
Do we grow this? I doubt if you've
got that one, Your Ladyship.
I've only just found it, myself.
Is it a secret?
Or could you tell Mr Brocket?
I'd be glad to, milady.
He should come and see the rose
garden. He could give us some ideas.
Old Molseley's a champion.
Or he would be, in a fairer world.
Don't you start.
I'm afraid I've been annoying
Cousin Violet on that score.
(CHUCKLES)
What do I look like?
Could you sneak me round the back?
I should hate for Papa
to see me like this.
WOMAN: Where? I'm not a mind reader!
Mrs Patmore is very cruel
to that poor girl.
Mrs Patmore is frightened.
Is she right to be? Dr Clarkson
has confirmed she has cataracts.
What can be done about it?
There are treatments.
But even the best are uncertain.
She doesn't want to risk
losing what sight she still has.
I don't blame her.
But it can't go on for ever.
No.
Oh, dear.
Have you had bad news?
I shouldn't have bothered you.
No.
You weren't to know.
Oh!
Excuse me, My Lady.
William, will you find Anna
and tell her I've gone upstairs?
Very good, My Lady.
Ooh, sorry.
You clumsy clodhopper!
Sorry.
You will be when I'm done with you.
Leave him alone.
Anna? Lady Sybil's back from Ripon.
She's gone up to her room.
Thank you.
Why does she waste
her precious time on politics?
Hear, hear! Don't you believe in
rights for women, Thomas?
What's it to you? Well, I know you
don't believe in rights of property.
Some people might find that
interesting.
Who's going to tell them? You?
(KNOCK ON DOOR)
Mr Carson? Are you all right?
Why shouldn't I be?
You never rung the dressing gong.
And Mrs Patmore's
doing a souffle
How interesting.
Interesting and worrying.
Sir Anthony's here
to show you his new car.
Oh. Yes. I've rather taken to
driving myself.
I have to keep finding destinations
to justify it.
What kind of car is it?
It's an open Rolls Royce.
And I wondered if
you might like a spin in it.
Oh, how kind. But, alas, not today.
I've had Diamond saddled
and he's waiting for me.
You could ride this afternoon.
But it's arranged now.
But thank you, Sir Anthony.
Do ask me again.
I...don't suppose you'd take me.
Of course. I shall be delighted.
What is it that I'm accused of?
Oh...nobody's accusing you
of anything.
But there has been a suggestion
that you were handling
the cellar key.
And, before I take it any further,
I want to find
if there's a simple explanation.
Because some wine is missing.
How do you know that?
Right. Well.
We'll leave it there for now.
The Kaiser
is such a mercurial figure.
One minute the warlord...
the next a lovelorn poet.
But a poet in need of an empire.
That's very good.
Poet in need of an empire. Yes.
My late wife used to say that...
What did Lady Strallan used to say?
Oh, never mind.
But I should like to hear it.
Really?
Would you really?
She used to say that Kaiser Bill
loved uniforms and medals...
..but he never really
connected them with fighting.
What was she like?
Maud?
Oh, she was awfully funny.
Some people couldn't see it,
but she was.
Is Lynch anywhere about?
I haven't seen him, My Lady.
My horse is lame.
Well, I could have a look at him.
Do you know about horses? I looked
after them on my father's farm.
It was the best job in the world.
Then why did you leave it?
My mother wanted me
to better myself.
As a second footman?
It's a good place for me, My Lady.
Of course it is. I'm sorry.
She hopes, one day, that
I might be first footman. Or even
get to be...
Carson had better watch out.
Stranger things happen at sea.
I've seen Mr Bates with a bottle
from time to time.
I must've thought
he was helping you.
Why would I order a valet
to help with the wine?
When you put it like that,
of course you wouldn't.
So. Mr Bates is taking wine.
And why would this be? To drink it?
It's not to clean his boots (!)
Thank you, Thomas.
Daisy? Thomas says you have
something to add to this. Well...
You're not in any trouble,
or any danger of trouble.
You remember what you saw.
I may have seen him...
coming out of the cellar.
May.
Did you or didn't you?
It's very hard for the girl,
Mr Carson. You're frightening her.
I'm sorry.
Thank you. You may go.
Thank you, O'Brien.
How is everything downstairs?
All right, I think, My Lady.
Though Mr Carson's a bit cast down.
Oh? Why? What's the matter with him?
My problem is you.
Oh, aye?
Oh, no. Oh, please, God, no!
This way!
I fetched a coat.
Why? What do I need a coat for?
I've come to fetch you, My Lady.
We've taken Lady Sybil
to Crawley House.
What's happened?
I took her to Ripon for the count.
She got injured in a fight.
Take me there at once.
My God!
Oh, my darling!
I didn't know what to do.
I had Branson bring her here.
Quite right. Mamma would have
fainted if she'd seen her like this.
As for Papa...
This will sting a bit.
But it's stopped bleeding.
Did you know she was planning this?
Of course not.
Well, what were you doing there?
Working late. I'd forgotten it was
election night, or I wouldn't
have stayed.
I'm so grateful you did.
Oh, I could wring Branson's neck!
What was he thinking? I'm afraid
it'll cost him his job. No!
I told him he was taking me
to a committee meeting.
When he saw what it was,
he wanted to come straight back.
You'll have to stick up for him.
Because Papa will skin him alive.
Are you feeling strong enough
to go home?
I think so.
If you'll take me.
Here. Wear my coat
to cover the blood.
You'll look more normal.
Lean on me.
Thank you so much for this.
By the way.
How is William's mother?
Not good, I'm afraid. She's home,
but she's still very weak.
Another attack should finish her.
is that a duty?
Are you conforming
to the fitness of things?
Doing what's expected?
Don't play with me.
I don't deserve it. Not from you.
You must be careful
not to break Sybil's heart.
I think she has a crush on you.
Well, that's something
no-one could accuse you of.
Oh, I don't know.
I assume you speak
in a spirit of mockery.
You should have more faith.
Shall I remind you
of some of the choicest remarks
you made about me
when I arrived here?
Because they live in my memory.
As fresh as the day
they were spoken.
Oh, Matthew.
What am I always telling you?
You must pay no attention
to the things I say.
Mr Bates.
Anna.
Will you really leave?
I doubt His Lordship
wants a thief in the house.
Now, go to sleep...
and dream of a better man.
I can't.
Because there isn't one.
(DOOR BANGS
AND BOTTLES RATTLE IN A CRATE)
Has Matthew gone?
Yes.
Thank the Lord he was there.
I hope you thanked Matthew properly.
I got them to make him
some sandwiches.
That's not quite what I meant.
And he asked me to marry him.
Heavens! What did they
put in them (?) I'm serious.
He proposed to me.
Oh, my dear!
Have you given him an answer?
Only that I'd think about it.
Well...
Of course...
Of course I'm pleased.
I didn't think she'd do it.
I told you she would.
I could see she was interested.
Now I was speaking as one lady's maid
to another. That means something!
Course, we thought we had him before
but he's a slippery devil.
It's unusual, obviously.
Unusual? It's Biblical!
Not quite.
You understand that women
go through a... certain change.
Thank you. I know quite as much
as I need to about all that.
Well, sometimes
it can result in a...
a surge of fertility,
for want of a better word.
- But the child will be healthy?
- There's no reason why not.
How long has she...?
Hard to be precise.
Things had become irregular, but...
- Please...
- I'd say she's about four months gone.
It'll begin to show soon.
And I don't suppose there's
any way of knowing... if it's a...
I do beg your pardon, my lord.
I thought you were alone.
Please come in, Mrs Hughes.
I'm just leaving.
- William?
- Well, thank you, Doctor.
- I'd better start writing some letters.
- Show Dr Clarkson out.
I didn't want to bother
Her Ladyship if she's not well...
She's resting, but tell me anyway.
It's Mrs Patmore, my lord.
The time has come when we really
have to make a decision.
- Now do you believe me?
- Careful, Thomas.
Your position is not a strong one.
Don't punish us, Mr Carson.
It's Mr Bates who's wanting here.
Tell me, Mr. Carson, do you think it right,
a man like that should live and work
at Downton?
Mr Napier, my lady.
What a surprise!
I'm afraid you've just
missed my aunt.
I know.
I watched her leave.
How are your wedding plans going?
Not very well.
In fact, we've decided
to call it off.
Really?
It seemed quite fixed
at Sybil's ball.
What a shame...
Please.
- It'll be better in the long run.
- Perhaps.
I know what high hopes
you have of the institution.
The thing is, Lady Mary...
I'm here today because I needed
to tell you something face to face,
before you went to the country.
Face to face?
Gracious me...
I've recently heard gossip about
the time when I came to Downton
with Kemal Pamuk.
Gossip that I believe has made life
difficult for you.
I've also heard it said that
I am the source of these stories.
It is very important to me
that you should know that I am not.
From that day to this, I have never
spoken one word on the matter.
Then who did?
It seems to have come from
the Turkish Embassy,
from the Ambassador himself,
in fact, and his wife.
But who told them, if not you?
This is the hard part.
When I discovered the answer,
I debated whether I should relay it,
but in the end,
I feel you ought to know.
The suspense is killing me.
It was your sister, Lady Edith,
who wrote to the Ambassador.
That is why people accept the story.
Edith?
Mrs Bird?
- I'll get it, Mrs Patmore!
- Don't fuss me!
- Is that everything?
- Yeah.
How are you feeling?
Well, most people's parents die
before them, and so they should.
Oh, give it a rest. Your mother knew
how to drag it out. I'll say that for her.
- What?
- Thomas!
Get up to the servery.
- You gave me the wrong cloth!
- Sit down, Mrs Patmore.
I can't when I've got
the luncheon to finish!
It was not a suggestion. Sit!
Daisy and I will finish
the luncheon.
So he'll give us this house
for life, will he? How generous
It is generous.
He doesn't have to.
But it's made me think.
You must stay here if you want.
But I wonder if it mightn't be better
all round if I went back to Manchester.
It may not be a boy.
Oh, really, Mother!
You never approved of it all anyway,
in the first place!
If it is a boy,
you should see it as a release,
not a disappointment.
What does Mary say?
Nothing yet.
You wanted to see Mrs Bird, sir.
Yes. Mrs Bird, Lord Grantham
has rather a favour to ask of you.
I'm surprised Lord Grantham
knows that I exist, sir.
- I'm sorry to disturb you.
- Quite all right.
Mr Bates, it's about your
somewhat startling confession.
As you'll have surmised,
His Lordship has yet to make a decision.
His delay is generous.
However, it will be
no surprise to you
that Miss O'Brien
It'll be an adventure.
One with a happy ending, I hope.
Let me get this clear...
At Sybil's ball you said you'd give
me your answer the day you got back.
- And now you say you will not!
- Why do we have to rush into it?
- I need to be sure, that's all.
- But you WERE sure.
I know what has altered you.
My prospects!
- Because nothing else has changed!
- No!
- Yes!
If your mother's child is a boy,
then he's the heir and I go back
to living on my wits!
- You'd rather not follow me.
- Oh, Matthew, you always make
everything so black and white!
I think this IS black and white!
Do you love me enough
to spend your life with me?
If you don't,
then say no.
- If you do, then say yes.
- I want to...
Granny told me I should say yes now,
then withdraw
if you lost everything.
To make that work,
you'd have to be a good liar.
- Are you a good liar?
- Not good enough to try, apparently.
How could you not have realised
they'd discover the loss at once?
And to keep them in your house...
- But you only served two years?
- That's right, my lord.
So, clearly the judge thought
there was some mitigating factor.
I just want to know the truth.
I cannot speak of it, my lord.
You must decide whether I stay or go
on the basis of the evidence before you.
I will respect that.
I'm sorry.
I don't believe it.
How can you say that?
When I've confessed to the crime?
His Lordship obviously doesn't think
that's all there is to it,
and I don't either.
- I agree.
Having a silver thief in the house
does not seem right at all,
even if he COULD walk.
But Carson isn't keen
to get rid of him either,
and he normally comes down
on this sort of thing like a storm of bricks.
- What's his reasoning?
- He blames Thomas and O'Brien.
He says they've been working against
Bates since he got here.
- So I should sack O'Brien instead?
- You'll hear no argument from me.
This should do the trick, my lady.
Ten years of my life,
That's what I've given her.
Ten bloody years!
- But did she say she'd sack you?
- It's obviously what he wants.
- So when will they tell you?
- When they've found a replacement.
Heaven forefend she should have to
put a comb through her own hair!
- And if I'm going, you won't be far behind.
- Oh, so what? Sod 'em.
There's a war coming
and war means change.
- We should be making plans.
- What are you talking about?
Well, put it like this. I don't want
to be a footman any more,
but I don't intend to be killed
in battle neither.
I'm not saying poison them!
Just make sure they don't find
her food all that agreeable.
- By poisoning it?
- Will you stop that?
You don't want it to taste nice.
I want them to be glad
when I get back, that's all.
This will be for the family,
and the one in my pantry for the staff.
or, more precisely... me.
You don't know
we don't provide two?
Then, perhaps, we should
find another suplier.
Oh... hold your horses.
Right... Where do you said
this other telephone?
Everything is changed.
You can't be sure I was going to
refuse you even if it fad been a boy.
- Because I'm not.
- That's the point!
I can't be sure... Of you...
Or of everything, it seems.
Thew last few weeks have told me that.
- But you can't leave Downton.
- I can't stay. Not now.
What you'll tell Papa?
That I'm grateful for what he's trying to do...
but the experiment is at an end.
I'm not a puppet. I must
take charge of my own life again.
Would you have stayed...
if I'd accepted you?
- Of course.
- So, I've ruined everything?
You've showed me
I've been living in a dream.
And it's time to return to real life.
Wish me luck with it, Mary.
God knows I wish the best for you.
Well, Rosamund,
I'm afraid your medling
has cost Mary the only
decent offer she'll ever get.
I'm sorry, Mama, but you know me,
I have to say what I think.
Why? Nobody else does.
- Are you quite well, my Lady?
- Of course.
You know me, Carson.
I'm never down for long.
I know you have spirit, my Lady.
That's what counts.
That's all that counts, in the end.
So, Mary is to be denied
her countess coronet, after all.
Don't crow at me.
I think she was very foolish
not to take Matthew when she could.
And I've told her so.
Well, if I'm perfectly honest,
I wonder if Matthew is making
the same mistake right now.
- Are you warm enough?
- I am when you're holding my hand.
- Your Lordship? This is
just arrived for you.
- Thank you.
with them.
That's very kind. Thank you.
Go on, what else would I need?
Well, if you're serious,
what about cooking?
Why don't you ask Mrs Patmore
if she could give you one or two
basic tips?
When you get to York,
it might be useful
to know a little more than nothing.
They want to use her as a maid of
all work at the hospital.
I suppose it's cheaper when Lady
Sybil can live here for nothing.
But it doesn't see quite right,
somehow, to take advantage.
No, it does not.
I hear the young men that are being
brought in now are very disfigured.
How terrible.
Limbs missing and faces blown apart.
And Lady Sybil's been nurtured
so very gently.
And what types would she be working
with?
Still, you'll know what's best
to do.
Yes.
I certainly will.
Where's the butter for the pancakes?
It's in the cold larder.
Are we having pancakes tonight?
Are we heck as like.
Upstairs dinner, crepes Suzette.
I've always wanted to try those.
Could you save me some?
If they don't finish them all.
Save you some crepes Suzette?
If you don't mind.
What are we having?
Lamb stew and semolina.
Do you eat a lot of stews?
Don't you fancy that, dear?
Not all the time.
I see.
Would you like to sleep
in Her Ladyship's bedroom
while you're at it?
I wouldn't mind.
I hate sharing a room.
I didn't in my last place.
There were only two maids
and a cook. I'm just saying.
And I'll 'just say' if you don't
look out!
You've got a cheek,
on your first day.
they'd no money.
And now she's a shining film star.
Ethel, I've a message for you
from Her Ladyship.
You're to go up and she her now.
What where?
In the drawing room, of course.
They're all in the drawing room.
What have I done wrong?
Nothing. Quite the reverse.
She's very pleased with the way
you've begun
and she wants to thank you.
Now?
Yes, now.
She's asked for you. How much longer
are you going to keep her waiting?
I don't know much about
life in the country,
but I do understand
how the law works,
so I believe I can be helpful
to Matthew there.
But you'll be immensely helpful.
Don't you think so, Mary?
Of course.
I beg your pardon, M'Lady,
for keeping you waiting. What?
I'm ever so grateful for your
appreciation
and I want you to know that it's
a privilege to work here.
Ethel, what are you doing in here?
Er... Her Ladyship sent for me.
And who gave you this message?
Miss O'Brien. She said I wasn't to
keep Her Ladyship waiting.
You may go back downstairs now,
thank you, Ethel.
Right.
Thank you, M'Lady.
Well...
do we think she's mad, ill
or working for the Russians?
She has plenty of time to learn.
Cousin Robert will be in charge here
for many years.
Lavinia will be a lawyer's wife far
longer than she'll be a countess.
That's if I get through the war in
one piece.
Of course you will.
Don't even think like that.
How long are you staying in the
village? Just tomorrow.
I take the six o'clock train on
Thursday.
And then you'll be in France.
particularly?
She wanted me to write to the
War Office.
She was anxious to spare him the
humiliation
of being refused on medical grounds.
And who else did she wish you to
take under your protection?
William Mason, the footman at
the big house.
He has a bad skin condition,
apparently, and hates people to know.
She wanted to spare him the physical
examination.
I'm sure she did.
What in Wonderland do you call that?!
I mean, I do not fully understand
what you're trying to do, M'Lady.
I knew it wasn't supposed to
look like this.
No, M'Lady. I would go so far as to
say
there is no food on the Earth
that is supposed to look like that.
Why does everything go so lumpy?
Tell you what, chuck it out and
we'll start again.
I don't think we should sell your
mother's house, not yet.
Goodbye, then.
And such good luck.
Goodbye, Mary.
And God bless you.
Lady Mary was very much part of the
story, I can assure you.
But how do you know?
Well, you see I worked for Lady FlinEthel...
I hope you've offered our visitor
some tea.
I'll go and ask Daisy.
What is the first law of service?
We do not discuss the business of
this house with strangers.
But she's not a stranger.
She's Mr Bates' wife.
Has anyone told him she's here?
So you're Anna.
I am.
You're the one who went to call on
my late, lamented mother-in-law.
Yes, I did.
I know you did.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Vera.
I was up in the attics, sorting out
some cupboards.
Don't worry. I've been having
a nice time
As if.
I said, 'Why don't you tell me what
you think you know
and I'll tell you if it's true.'
Goodness me.
Wasn't my patience rewarded.
The public's bored with the war,
you see.
They like gossip.
And a diplomat dying in the bed of
an earl's unmarried daughter,
well, that takes the ticket for the
tale of the year.
It's a pack of lies! I assume
that's loyalty and not ignorance.
Because, you see, I heard
that Lady Mary needed
her maid to help her carry him and,
yes, you've guessed it,
your precious Anna's going to figure
in the story, too.
Not to worry too much.
It's not a criminal offence, is it?
Just a social one.
You bitch.
Please, be my guest.
But then you must excuse me
while I run into town and have it
photographed.
it together!
High and low, rich and poor.
There can be no special cases,
because every man at the front
is a special case to someone.
Mrs Crawley is right.
I understand your motives,
Lady Grantham,
and I do not criticise them.
Thank you. But I shall write
to the Ministry at once,
correcting the misinformation.
Good day. I'll see myself out.
Molesley, you understand why I said
what I did?
Indeed. I do, ma'am.
You won't be called up at once.
Not while there are younger men to
be taken.
But they'll get you in the end,
Molesley.
And you can blame Mrs Crawley
when they do.
I wish you'd stop working
for one minute.
At least put the light on,
or you'll strain your eyes.
It's getting dark so early now.
Has she gone?
She has.
So... we've lost Mr Bates
and Lady Sybil in one day.
I can't believe it.
I suppose I'll have to look after
His Lordship now,
on top of everything else.
And I don't want any jokes
about broomsticks and sweeping
the floor.
His Lordship's got his regimental
dinner in Richmond tonight.
That means he'll be in the full fig.
You'll manage.
You know, when Mr Bates first came
to this house,
I thought he could never do the work.
But now I can't imagine the place
without him.
Did you see this coming?
Because I didn't.
I have a confession.
I let them have their tea
in my sitting room.
That was nice of you.
It was quite nice.
But I had my reasons.
There's a grating on the wall
which means you can hear what's
people use
when they're getting ready to say no.
That sounds more like you.
Please don't make fun of me.
No. It's cost me all I've got
to say these things.
Right.
I'll go. I'll hand in my notice
and I won't be there when you get
back - No, don't do that.
I must. They won't let me stay
when they've heard what I've said.
They won't hear.
Not from me.
Bloody hell.
There must be more to life than this.
You all right, Corporal?
I think so. Yeah, more or less.
My God.
They won't believe it back home
where I come from.
I thought, 'Medical Corps,
not much danger there.'
How wrong can one man be?
Here.
I think it comes down to luck.
If a bullet's got your name on it,
there's nothing you can do.
If not, then thank God you were
lucky...
Get these bodies away!
Come on, Corporal Barrow!
I cannot tell you how pleased I am to
be here tonight, sir.
We are very pleased to have you
here, Grantham.
You see, just to know that I'm with
you all, to sense that I belong here.
It's as simple as this,
I no longer feel like a fraud.
Mr Molesley, what are you doing
here?
I was waiting to see you, Doctor.
How can I help?
It's just I was wondering whether
you'd written that letter.
The one you spoke of this afternoon.
To the War Office?
Not yet. I'm sorry
you were involved in all that.
I should've checked with you first,
before I interfered.
That's just it. You see, I think if
you had checked with me,
you'd have found exactly what
Lady Grantham described.
I don't quite...
I have trouble with my lungs.
I get so...
breathless sometimes.
And...
I've noticed it's getting worse.
They haven't written to William yet.
The Ministry, I mean.
But they have discharged me.
Won't it just make extra work for
them
to have to fail me all over again?
Very well.
I shall correct my statement as
regards William,
but make no mention of you.
Thank you, Doctor.
It's all right.
But, Molesley...
I hope you will help the war effort,
in other ways.
When might the regiment be wanted,
sir?
The talk at dinner suggested
it would be soon.
Pretty soon, I'd say.
Well, I'm as ready now
as I'll ever be.
For what?
To go to France, with the regiment.
Why would you do that?
day.
He writes that when he thinks about
how things used to be,
it seems like a dream.
It's not much more than two years
ago,
but he says it might as well be a
century.
So you hear from Thomas. Is he well?
Please give him my regards.
He's well enough, M'Lady.
But I don't think he'd mind coming
home.
How I wish he could, O'Brien.
Of course, if Bates hadn't been so
bloody selfish,
he would have let us plan for his
departure properly.
Your Lordship, I have information
that I have no proper claim to.
Well, what is it?
Well, if Your Lordship can assure me
that you will keep it to yourself?
I promise, Carson.
You can drop the last veil.
Well, I feel it only right to tell
you
that Mr Bates' leaving was not
selfish.
her work.
How's Thomas coming along?
I wish he could be treated at our
hospital here.
Well, it's only for officers. Of
course.
Although, ideally he'd love to be
transferred there to work.
He won't be sent back to the front?
Not with his hand the way it is.
It's such a pity he isn't under Dr
Clarkson.
We might have been able to influence
him a bit. I should hope so.
Without this family
and all the money you've
spent his precious hospital
wouldn't exist at all.
Perhaps I'll ask his advice. You
never know.
I was sure you'd have a good idea of
what to do for the best.
Fancy a tour in England, Davis?
I assume you're having me on, sir.
Not at all. General Sir Herbert
Strutt
has asked for my transfer to be his
ADC.
He's touring England to boost recruitment.
Goodbye, Dr Clarkson.
Lady Grantham.
I'd love to help but it's not within
my power
to hook men from hither and thither
as I please.
That's not at all what I was asking.
I thought you were saying you wanted
Corporal Barrow
to come and work here when he's fully
recovered.
I think it a credit to him that he
wants to continue to serve in this way...
after he's been wounded. Well,
that's as maybe
but it's not for me to decide what
happens next.
Mr Carson, are you quite well?
Oh, leave me alone.
After hours it disappeared. Are
you all right, Carson? Of course.
That is, perfectly all right, Your
Ladyship, thank you.
Er, no.
Cousin Isobel says Matthew's coming
home in a fortnight.
He's touring England with some
general.
We'll have a dinner when he's here.
I've no choice.
The footman's liveries are in a
cupboard past Mrs Hughes' sitting room.
You should find one to fit you.
I'm not sure what I can do but I'm
happy to try.
What's his name? Archie.
That is Archibald Philpotts.
He was in the Lancashire Fusiliers.
They think he was in northern
France.
You realise the most likely outcome
is that he has indeed been killed.
I understand, my lord. But we'd
rather know the worst than wonder.
Hm.
Ah. Oh, hello, Mr Molesley.
What are you doing here? I asked inside
and they said you were at the laundry.
Lady Mary is wearing this tonight. I
wasn't sure it was done.
I wondered if you'd had a chance to
read that book.
You only gave it to me yesterday. Of
course, of course.
But when you have read it I hope we
can exchange our views.
That'd be nice. Perhaps we might
bring some of the others in.
doesn't it?
There's room for sentiment but not
sentimentality.
Beautifully put, if I may say so, my
lady.
You should be a writer. Thank you.
How are you getting on? Very well, I
think.
It's not too hard for you? Not at
all. She's stronger than she looks.
I've brought you something to eat,
my lady.
I'm afraid it's not what you're used
to.
Hey, it's not for you.
So it is you.
Ethel thought I must have a soldier
fancy man.
Is she the new maid? Yes.
She's a soppy sort.
So, tell me, was Dr Clarkson
thrilled to have your services?
It's Major Clarkson now but yes.
I don't know how you did it.
What about your blighty?
My God. It's not so bad.
And it lived up to its name and got
me home.
You'd better come inside.
so.
It's always the left and not ladies
first.
No, just follow Mr Carson.
Start with old Lady Grantham, then
his lordship, then just go on round.
You must have done this before. Not
since the war started.
I don't think I even knew that. Why
in't it just ladies first?
Wouldn't it be more
polite? That's how it's done
on the continent. We don't
like foreign ways here.
I gather your footman, Thomas, has
returned to the village. No.
Crikey. Where did you see him?
At the hospital. Seems he's working
there.
I wonder how he wangled that.
What do you make of our plutocrat?
He's an opportunity. Mary's needs a
position
and, preferably a powerful one. He
can provide it.
You don't think she'd be happier
with a more traditional set-up?
Will she have the option?
Thank you but I already have some.
yourself.
It takes a good deal more than that
to shock me.
But, Mama, who do you imagine is out
there with more to offer?
I'm not a romantic. I should hope
not.
But even I will concede that the
heart does not exist
solely for the purpose of pumping
blood.
That is charming, especially from
you.
But Mary seems to have...blotted her
copybook in some way.
So she needs a suitable marriage
that will mend her fences.
Well, how do we know Carlisle is
suitable?
Who is he? Who'd ever heard of him
before the war?
Sir Richard is powerful and rich and
well on the way to a peerage.
Of course, he may not be all that
one would wish
but Mary can soon smooth off the
rough edges.
Well, you should know. What do you
mean by that?
as any obstruction.
Lieutenant Courtenay, well done.
You're making good progress. Thanks
to my saviours, sir.
So you'll be pleased to hear that it's
time to continue your treatment elsewhere.
What? At Farley Hall.
You're not ill any more. All you need
is time to adjust to your condition.
The staff at Farley can help with
that.
But, sir, these two are helping me
here.
Nurse Crawley and Corporal Barrow
are not trained in specialist care.
Please. Don't send me away.
Not yet.
Sir, surely we...
Lieutenant...you must know that
every one of our beds is needed
for the injured and dying from
Arras.
Hm?
Corporal, I'll see you in my office.
Sir, I only meant to say that
Lieutenant Courtenay is depressed.
I will not leave wounded soldiers
freezing or sweating under canvas
because a junior officer is
depressed!
Yes? I thought you
may want to know what I think.
Why should I?
Nurse Crawley, I may not be your
social superior in a Mayfair ballroom
but in this hospital I have the
deciding voice.
Please help him prepare his
belongings. He leaves in the morning.
Anna and Ethel will wait at the table.
I will supervise. What's wrong with that?
Nothing. Except that it's how a chartered
accountant has his dinner served.
I can think of worse insults. If you
say so.
But I don't want Lang allowed
anywhere near it.
Oh, Mr Bates. Where are you when we
need you?
Can you bring me the wine ledgers and
I'll make a selection?
His lordship's already done that.
Just try to rest.
To rest or to feel redundant?
Both if it'll slow you down for a
minute and a half.
The world does not turn on the style
of a dinner.
My world does.
How does he know Miss Swire?
What? Miss Swire.
They were in the garden when I came
back from Mama's.
I suppose they met in London.
Would you like me to come back
later, my lady? No, come in.
I was just leaving.
How's Carson getting on? Oh, much
better, my lady.
Mrs Hughes is having a job keeping
him in bed.
He gave me some advice last night.
Oh, yes?
Was it good advice?
It was about honesty.
He thinks I should say what I really
feel.
Sounds a bit wild for Mr Carson.
Do you think he's right?
Well, they do say honesty is the
best policy.
And I think you regret being honest
less often than you regret telling
lies.
He must have smuggled a razor into
his bed.
There was nothing to be done.
mention of love.
Oh, I can talk about love and moon
and June
and all the rest of it if you wish.
But we're more than that.
We're strong and sharp.
And we can build something worth
having, you and I, if you'll let us.
Your proposal is improving by leaps
and bounds.
You must give me some time.
But I promise to think about it
properly.
I'm counting on it.
If you just go to that one over
there.
You're right here. Right to the
other end. Down you go.
Her ladyship had Mrs Patmore make
this up for you
so you could eat something during
the day.
Dr Clarkson. Good morning.
Oh, Matthew.
I'm afraid I'm very busy, as you can
see. Yes, I just want to help.
Right over there.
Is it what you thought it would be?
No. No, it's more savage and more
What's doing?
Excuse me.
Lavinia's a bit upset.
She's awfully cut up that I have to
go early.
But it's only to Coventry - which
doesn't sound too dangerous.
If you're looking for mother she's
at the hospital.
Actually it's you I came to see. Oh?
How can I help?
Mary, can you stay for luncheon?
I can't...but thank you.
So what was your mission?
Just to say...
..we hope you're still coming for
dinner tonight.
Certainly we are. Why wouldn't we?
Sure? It'll be your last evening.
Why? Don't you want me? Of course I
want you...very much.
I'm sorry you've had a wasted
journey. Not at all.
I needed an excuse for a walk.
I'll see you at eight.
Ethel said you wanted me. No, no, I
just need a word with you.
If it's about the book I'm afraid It's not about the book.
What is it then?
I understand that Mr Bates has
gone...for good.
Yes, I believe that's true.
So I was hoping...
..we might be able to see a little
more of each other.
Mr Molesley...
..I take this as a real
compliment...
But it's not going to happen.
No.
You see...
..if you had a child and that child
was taken from you,
if the child was sent to the moon,
there'd never be one day when they
were out of your thoughts,
no moment when you weren't praying
for their welfare,
even if you knew you'd never see
them again.
That's you and Mr Bates.
That's me and Mr Bates.
But thank you.
I've kept you too long. You should
get back or they'll be looking for you.
We've done a lot, haven't we? We
have.
disturbance.
If you knew how chaotic things are
as it is.
But when so much good can be done.
I forbid it.
To have strange men prodding and
prying around the house.
To say nothing of pocketing the
spoons.
It's out of the question. I hesitate
to remind you
but this is my house, Robert's and
mine, and we will make the decision.
Oh, I see.
So now I'm an outsider...who need
not be consulted.
Since you put it like that, yes.
What was it like at the hospital
today?
At the front...
..the men pray to be spared, of
course.
But if that's not to be...
..they pray for a bullet that kills
them cleanly.
For too many of them today that
prayer had not been answered.
We'll eat in about minutes.
Good. And would you have any to
factory.
Or a grain of sand is part of the
beach.
It's all right, Mr Lang. I
understand.
And I'm not saying I'm important or
owt like that.
But I believe in this war.
I believe in what we're fighting for
and I want to do my bit.
Then God help you.
Edith seems jolly tonight.
She's found her metier - farm
labouring.
Don't be so tough on her.
That's like asking the fox to spare
the chicken.
What about you? Last time you told
me good news was imminent.
Would you be happy if it were? Of
course.
I've found someone now and I want
you to do the same.
If you'd taken another minute to
make up your mind,
we'd all have marched over the cliff.
I'll tell you something else as
well...
William's got more to say than a
parliamentary candidate.
What's the matter? I know it's my
fault...
but I wish I hadn't let him think
that we're like sweethearts.
Because we're not. Not by my
reckoning, anyway.
Too late for second thoughts now,
missy.
You don't have to marry him when it
comes to it
but you can't let him go to war with
a broken heart
or he won't come back.
What a time we've had.
Poor Sir Richard must have thought
he'd come to a madhouse.
I don't expect it'll put him off.
I'm going to accept him.
Do you think I should?
That's not for me to say.
If you love him more than anyone in
the world then of course you should.
It's not as simple as that. Oh?
It is for me.
But then I'm not your ladyship.
Did you love Bates more than anyone
else in the world?
I did.
I do.
I'll never love again like I love
him.
Ever.
Well, there you are then.
One day you'll meet someone else and
you'll marry.
Perhaps it'll be second best but...
..it doesn't mean you can't have a
life.
I think it does...for me.
Are you sure you should be doing this?
We've managed well with Mrs Hughes.
Quite sure, my lord.
And breakfast is not a taxing
assignment.
Edith, this is a message for you. Mrs Drake
writes that they've decided to hire a man
so they won't be needing you any
more.
Is that all she says? Oh, well,
she's very grateful.
Here. She says she and Drake send
their thanks to you
for giving up so much of your
valuable time.
I expect it's rather a relief.
Oh, I wouldn't say that...
not entirely. Has Lady Sybil gone
already?
She had a tray at half past six. She
would.
Carson, did you know we're to be
turned into a hospital?
A convalescent home.
I'm afraid we've all bullied you
into the whole thing.
I hope you're not dreading it too
much.
Not exactly but it's a brave new world
we're headed for, no doubt about that.
We just try to meet it with as much
grace as we can muster.
I thought I saw Mr Bates. Isn't he
in London?
Thomas, the footman, managing
Downton Abbey?
Give orders for the beds, the nurses
and the patients
to be packed up and shipped out at
once!
Do you remember when Aunt Rosamund
found you and Richard Carlisle in
the garden?
I hope you didn't unearth anything
too fearful. Ask Mary.
I'll get them one way or another.
There's no need to be so rough.
convalescent home.
Of course. But I don't know if we
can make that an absolute rule.
If the world were logical, I would
rather agree with you.
Which comes as no surprise.
You would not, I imagine.
You imagine right.
What these men will need is rest
and relaxation.
Will that be achieved by mixing ranks
and putting everyone on edge?
Granny!
Different ranks can relax together.
It has been known.
Well, don't look at me.
I'm very good at mixing.
We always danced the first waltz at
the Servants' Ball, didn't we, Carson?
It was an honour, my lady. It's a lot
to ask when people aren't at their best.
I'm searching for Lady Mary, Carson.
Will you tell her I'm in the library?
Don't loiter, Edith.
There's plenty to be done.
Of course, but I'm not quite sure...
Sybil I wanted to have a quick word.
I'm going down to the village this
afternoon if anyone wants anything.
he's a gentleman?
I'm not sure it matters much to me.
Well I'm going up to London to stay
with Rosamund for a day or two.
I think we'll have Lavinia for tea.
You sound as if
you're going to gobble her up.
If only we could.
But where are they going to eat?
I understand from Mrs
Crawley that they'll share the
dining room with the
officers who are almost well.
So, am I running a canteen now?
William says
he's got time off between
the end of his training
and going overseas.
He'll be with his father, surely?
He's going home first, but wants
to come here for his last night.
You wouldn't mind that,
would you, Mr Carson? Certainly not.
I'd be glad to wish him well
on his way.
Oh, for you, Mr Branson.
Why do you think he's coming here?
To see us all and say goodbye.
What's wrong with that?
I had a...
No, never mind.
What?
It was this afternoon,
in the village.
I thought I saw Mr Bates.
Bates?
Isn't he in London?
I might have been
wrong. I walked over to
where he was standing.
There was no sign of him.
Do you know his address in London?
As long as he's still there. Why?
I'll telephone Sir Richard
and ask him to look into it.
But what would he know?
He works in newspapers.
A world of spies, tip-offs
and private investigators.
I promise you, he can find out
whatever he likes.
All right, then.
If you think he can help.
Good.
I'll ring him tonight.
Not bad.
Try to fit in a bit of practice.
We've plenty of time to get it right,
Oh, good.
We've had a letter from Evelyn Napier.
He's in a hospital in Middlesbrough.
He's heard that we're
a convalescent home now
and wonders if he can come here
once he's released.
Of course he can come here.
Just a minute.
The Middlesbrough General
will have their own
arrangements for where
their patients convalesce.
I'm afraid Mrs Crawley is right.
Downton must function as part of the
official system or it
cannot function at all.
Now I think perhaps I should make
one thing clear.
Downton is our house
and our home and we will
welcome in it any friends
or relations we choose.
If you do not care
to accept that condition,
then I suggest you give orders for
the nurses and patients and beds
to be packed up
and shipped out, at once.
Up.
My cousin, Lord Grantham.
Very kind of you, Lord Grantham.
Welcome.
Lady Grantham.
And this is Major Clarkson
who runs our hospital here.
And I am Captain Crawley's mother
and will accompany you on your tour
and explain the different levels of
care we practise here.
Lady Grantham and Mrs Crawley will
both accompany us, as we go round, sir.
Makes a nice change from the craggy-faced
warriors I'm usually surrounded by.
I'd like to think that were true.
Please, come this way.
There's a large recreational room.
I don't believe...
Poor Mother. How she longs to hold
all the reins.
Crawley!
I should go, if only to keep
our respective mothers apart.
I'm afraid Mrs Crawley is none too
pleased to play second fiddle, sir.
Well, I hope she doesn't spoil
things.
Well, that's just what I've been
Branson or Lang?
Not Mr Lang.
He isn't well,
but he's not a bad man.
No, not at all, but he doesn't
belong at Downton.
I meant, Mr Branson.
Hm, it's a delicate business,
Mrs Hughes.
Would we really be right to tell
the police and cause a furore
and bring a riot down on our heads?
And all because he wanted to pour
a pot of slop over a man's head.
From your phrasing, I gather
the answer you want from me is no.
Would it help, Mrs Hughes?
That's all I'm asking.
Would it help?
Where's Mr Branson? Mr Carson sent him back
to his cottage to stew in his own juice.
Will we see you in the morning,
William, to wish you luck?
Oh, yes.
But I've got something I'd like to say
now, if you don't mind. Don't. Not yet.
They must know sooner or later.
Daisy and I...
are going to be married.
of a fallen family.
They will fall, lots of them.
Some won't rise again,
but I don't intend to be among them.
That leaves Matthew.
That's done now, Granny. Finished.
It's time to move forward.
What about Sybil?
Does she have anyone in her sights?
Not that I know of. Are you sure
she has no chap in mind? How odd!
I had an endless series of crushes
at her age. I don't think so.
Not even some man she doesn't care
to mention? What do you mean?
Well, war breaks down barriers
and when peacetime re-erects them,
it's... very easy to find oneself
on the wrong side. Really, Granny!
How can you say that I'm too worldly
but Sybil's not worldly enough?
You cannot be so contrary.
I'm a woman, Mary.
I can be as contrary as I choose.
But I don't understand.
The patients are always served
their luncheon at :.
Well, today they'll be served at one.
Is this something I can help with?
Thank you.
How do you know they
didn't change their plans?
Well, of course I don't,
but the poor girl
seemed quite certain.
Just when Isobel's away and none of
us know where she is. Typical!
I suppose Matthew might have heard
from Cousin Isobel and decided to
meet up in France, instead.
But that wouldn't explain
why William isn't here.
I'll do what I can.
No, don't stop stirring,
the bottom will burn!
You can leave those to Daisy.
That's it, Daisy. Put them
in the special storage area.
What do you want?
Can I borrow some baking soda?
"Borrow"? Why?
Are you planning to give it back?
I might go over to Malton tomorrow.
Agatha Spenlow is madly promoting
her charity fair.
Do you need the motor? I'm afraid
I do. Can you get Pratt to take you
in the other car?
It doesn't matter.
I can go on Monday. But why?
I'm told Bates is working
at a public house in Kirby Moorside.
I want to investigate.
I can't decide which part of that
speech is the most extraordinary!
Why can't someone else go?
Because I want to go myself.
So, Sybil, what are you up to, dear?
Nothing much. Working. I don't have
time to get up to anything else.
Only Mary and I were talking
about you the other day.
Oh?
Yes, you see, sometimes, in war,
one can make friendships
that aren't quite... appropriate
and it can be awkward, you know,
later on.
I mean, we've all done it. I just
want you to be on your guard.
"Appropriate" for whom? Well,
don't jump down my throat, dear.
I'm only offering friendly advice.
Why do you want to see Bates?
To give him his old job back?
Not entirely.
I mainly want to see him
or your mother,
or anyone, in fact - not yet.
I shouldn't really have told you.
What about Cousin Isobel?
I don't know how to contact her.
Anyway, she's in France.
She may hear before we do.
I'm not accusing her of anything,
but I did wonder if you were aware
of this "special storage area"?
I daresay Mrs Patmore has her own
system, like we all do.
Right. Well, I'll say good night.
Good night.
Ah, Mr Molesley. You're very late.
I was doing some invisible mending
on one of his coats.
I got a bit carried away, but I'm...
I'm quite pleased with the way it
turned out.
I don't see why you can't dress him
until there's a new valet.
It'd be a blessing to Mr Carson.
I'd be happy to, if it'd help.
Keep this up, and we won't be able
to do without you at all.
There's no reason why you should.
Oh, er, I may be wrong,
but I thought I saw one of the
Sybil?
I never said anything to Granny,
honestly.
Then why did she start talking about
"inappropriate friendships"
out of nowhere?
She thinks you must have a beau and
if we don't know about him, then you
have to be keeping him secret.
It's just Granny being Granny.
Don't make such a thing of it.
I don't deserve to be told off - not
by her or by you. Nothing's happened.
Why? What might have happened?
I mean it.
We haven't kissed, or anything.
I don't think we've shaken hands!
I'm not even sure
if I like him like that. He says
I do, but I'm still not sure.
We are talking about...
Branson, yes.
The chauffeur, Branson?
Oh, how disappointing of you!
I'm just trying to get it straight
you and the chauffeur...
You know I don't care about all of
that. Darling, don't be such a baby.
This isn't fairyland.
But in wartime
we, like all of you, have more
important things to worry about.
Ladies and gentlemen,
I give you... the Crawley Sisters.
Well, now I've seen everything!
Sometimes when I feel bad
And things look blue
I wish a pal I had
Say one like you
Someone within my heart
To build a throne
Someone who'd never part
To call my own
If you were the only girl
in the world
And I were the only boy
Nothing else would matter
in the world today
We could go on loving
in the same old way...
Thank God...
My dear boy. My very dear boy!
Come on, don't stop for me.
I would say
such wonderful things to you
There would be
such wonderful things to do
What?
Nothing.
You should have had
a church wedding.
Don't be silly.
No, I mean it.
You in a white dress,
me looking like a fool.
I'd rather have the right man
than the right wedding.
Well, it won't be long now.
How long?
Hard to say. But don't worry.
The decree nisi means we're safe.
The decree absolute's only
a formality.
I'm just sorry it cost so much.
She could've had my shoes
and the shirt off my back,
if it would only make her go away
for good.
She's gone now.
I suppose I could feel guilty in my
happiness...
knowing the troubles they're all
facing back at home.
But in another way,
it only makes me more grateful.
Let's pray. Let's pray together.
Don't worry.
The old lady'll sort something out
now she's got the bit between
her teeth.
I'm not worried. Not in that way.
I feel sorry for William, that's all.
Well, of course you do. We all do.
I expect you're glad now that you
let him have his little daydream.
No, I'm not glad.
I feel I've led him up the
garden path with all that nonsense,
and I'm ashamed.
I'm so ashamed.
Shh!
Hello?
Mrs Bates, isn't it?
What do you want?
Don't sound inhospitable,
Mrs Patmore.
When I've only ever known a welcome
in this house.
Yes, yes... the Minister!
Well, how many Marquesses
of Flintshire are there?
Yes, oh!
Is this an instrument of
communication or torture?
What... Hello?
Shrimpie?
Yes, it's Aunt Violet.
Yes, very well, very...
Ye... And Susan?
Ye... Good.
Good, I won't beat about the bush,
dear.
Whom might we know on the board
of Leeds General infirmary?
Excuse me, it is not settled.
It wasn't settled by me
that you'd come back here
and take up with your floozy again.
As far as I recall,
that was never settled.
How did you find out he was here?
Wouldn't you like to know?
What does it matter?
Just say what you want. Spit it out.
You thought you'd got the better of
me. But you were wrong. I never...
I'm going to sell my story, anyway,
about Lady Mary, about the Turkish
gentleman, about Miss Smith, here...
It's got nowt to do with me.
Well, that's not what I heard.
You gave your word. I gave you the
money and you gave me your word.
Well, guess what? I was lying.
not excitement.
That's right. There's no need
to worry about it now.
First, let's get you better.
But would you think about it?
I must go. They'll be sending
out a search party soon. Just rest.
It would be very unusual.
I know that. Of course it would.
But I believe I could make it work.
And if your child were ill?
My mother knows what she's doing.
She's brought up five of her own.
Even soAnd they're only in the village.
I'll discuss it with Mr Carson.
There's nothing wrong with your
references,
but of course they are from
before you were married.
I'm a good worker.
And I must earn.
Matthew...
Are you feeling a bit less groggy?
Where's Lavinia?
She's gone back to unpack.
How's William?
You know he tried to save me?
He isn't too good, I'm afraid.
How terrible.
I'm sorry.
I'll not deny it.
I never thought they'd do it.
But sometimes the future needs
terrible sacrifices.
You thought that, once.
If you mean my politics,
you know we've agreed to put that
to one side until the war is won.
Your lot did, but Sylvia Pankhurst
was all for fighting on.
Don't badger me, please.
Sometimes a hard sacrifice
must be made
for a future that's worth having.
That's all I'm saying.
That's up to you.
You understand it would have to be
exclusive?
I couldn't have you peddling
different versions of the story
to my competitors.
Of course I understand.
But I can't help it
if they pick it up
once you've published it.
Indeed you can't. No more can I.
But I would control the timing.
Of course, but...
Finally, I would point out, your
living is in Lord Grantham's gift,
your house is on Lord Grantham's land
and the very flowers in your church
are from Lord Grantham's garden.
I hope it is not vulgar in me
to suggest that you find some way
to overcome your scruples.
But you can't have expected
much more?
Not when those letters
all went unanswered.
I don't know what I expected
but you can't help hoping.
Have you found any work?
A bit of scrubbing.
There aren't many places
I can take the baby.
What do you tell them?
That my husband died at the front.
It's funny.
We have a new maid, Jane, who really
is a war widow, with a child,
and we respect her for it.
But then, we believe her story.
Mrs Bates, I really must insist...
You tricked me!
Well? Aren't you going to deny it?
you'd no objection.
What's his name? Gordon.
Patrick Gordon.
He was with Princess Patricia's Canadian
Light Infantry at Passchendaele.
Caught in a blast and burned,
rather badly, I believe.
Poor fellow.
Well, he's perfectly welcome.
I'm not aware of how we are
connected, but you never know.
Sir.
I've never worked in a house where
a valet and a housemaid were wed.
It'll be unusual, I agree.
I hope it doesn't break us up.
Having you two set apart
in a home of your own, all special,
while the rest of us
muddle on for ourselves.
You sound as if you're jealous.
I'm not jealous. I just
don't want it to spoil things.
Why, because we've all been
such pals until now
Give her time.
Matthew's making such progress.
I think so,
but are we doing enough for him,
I'm shocked.
I doubt that very much.
I'm sorry I couldn't get down this
week, but we've had a house full.
Who's looking after the baby?
My neighbour.
She's lent me her bike,
so I can get back.
Well, you'd best be off.
I can't, darling,
I've got too much work.
We're losing two of the nurses
and they must rearrange the roster.
If Mary's out with Carlisle
and Edith's going to Mama's,
I'll be on my own.
What about Sybil?
Sybil's on duty.
I wish you'd told me. I could've
fixed something up for myself.
You could always
ask Major Clarkson to join you,
if you really can't be on your own
for one luncheon. I'll manage.
It's so empty.
I didn't know they'd gone.
They've given up.
You can't blame them.
When Billy was killed, it knocked
all day?
I'm going to fetch my button box.
Thank you.
Any letters to post?
Look...
I know I've changed, and not
for the better, but even so,
do you really still
not recognise me?
I know. Why am I feeling so silly?
It's funny, isn't it?
I came here all the time
when I was growing up.
You were here?
At Downton?
You're not saying that you're...
Patrick.
Yes I am.
That's exactly what I'm saying.
I've just been hoping you'd realise
without my having to spell it out.
But Patrick's...
Dead? Drowned on the Titanic?
Of course, this must be
very hard for you.
That's ridiculous.
No, I'm sorry, of course,
I'm not saying it's your fault.
It's mine. It's all mine.
Yes.
Thank you.
Goodbye.
She's gone and told the judge that
I paid her to agree to a divorce.
I suppose you did, didn't you?
Yes, I bloody well did.
So what does it mean?
Because we withheld it
from the court,
it means the judge can withdraw
the Decree Nisi.
It means I'm not divorced,
after all.
Above all it means that
I am a stupid, stupid, stupid man.
This won't change a thing.
We are going to be together,
whether she wants it or not.
If we have to leave here,
if we have to leave the country,
we are going to be together.
I was on the Titanic,
that much is true,
but I was pulled out of the water
by Fifth Officer Lowe,
the only one of them to come back.
At least,
that's what they said later.
at once?
I nearly did
and then I heard that Downton was
an officers' convalescent home.
I thought that
if I came here and you knew me,
the hard part would be over.
But we didn't know you.
Precisely.
I must... talk to Papa.
We've Matthew the new heir
to think about.
The new heir, yes.
This will be very difficult
for him, of course.
It must be so hard for you,
what with Mary getting married...
Did I love her very much?
Well, I'm the wrong person to ask.
Because you were the one
who really loved me, you mean?
I... never thought Patrick knew.
Well, he did.
I-I do.
It's big.
The staircase is prettier
than the one here,
but mainly, it's just big.
Can we stop?
by those women
whose jobs will be snatched
from them when the boys come home.
We have to find work
for our heroes, don't we?
That must be our priority,
however hard that might sound.
As you say.
And what about
those wretched refugees?
What will become of them?
Now you've struck a chord.
Have I really? Thank heaven.
What do you mean? Nothing.
Only the thought of
those poor men and women,
flung across Europe,
far from their homelands
and so much in need of your help.
My help? Why do you say that?
When it comes to helping refugees,
your experience renders your value
'beyond price'.
One of the organisers said
those words.
Which organiser?
I forget.
But what about running Downton?
I mean, I can't do both.
Mark my words.
Monarchy is the lifeblood
of Europe. Sorry, Mr Carson,
but I think you'll find the kings
and emperors have had their day,
if President Wilson
has anything to say about it.
I'll have to go up to London.
What will you say to her
that you haven't said already?
I don't know, but I know staying
here won't make any difference.
You're always going to London,
Mr Bates. I have business in London.
Yes?
Well, judging by your expression,
your business
doesn't seem to be prospering.
The trick of business is
to mind your own.
I'm sorry to disturb you, but I...
I've just heard news
from the War Office
and I thought you'd all like
to know...
that the war is over.
The ceasefire will begin
at o'clock on the morning
of the th of November.
He did pull
some people out of the sea
and it seems one of the men
was unidentified. There.
One of the reports has him dying
before they reached the Carpathia.
Precisely.
Another witness says
the man did get to New York alive,
but there's no clear record
of his name.
Which could be Patrick Crawley.
There's more.
There was a Peter Gordon who worked
with Patrick at the Foreign Office.
Now, he emigrated to Montreal
in .
Yes and when
his face was blown away,
he decided
every cloud has a silver lining.
He was perfectly placed
to impersonate his dead friend.
No doubt they shared confidences,
so he just brushed them up
and put himself forward for
a major inheritance.
Granny's right.
All he needed was a survivor
Don't be.
I meant what I said, the other day.
It'll take a man who is
more than I am now to follow you,
so don't think about me.
My dear chap, how can you say that?
I never think about anything else.
What do they make of this Peter
Gordon character they've uncovered?
Do they think that's who I am?
Do you remember him?
Very well.
Peter and I were good friends.
Very good friends.
Did you know he'd moved to Canada?
How could I, when I'd forgotten
who I was, until two months ago?
Of course.
So what will they do now?
Track him down, I imagine.
Find out what happened to him.
Suppose he joined
the Princess Pat Light Infantry?
I don't understand.
What are you saying?
Why would he?
You're very sweet, you know.
So sweet, you made me think
that all things were possible.
Certainly.
All this unbridled joy has given me
quite an appetite.
There you are. I wondered what had
happened to you.
It's wonderful news, isn't it?
Wonderful. Are you busy?
I'm just going up to help in the
dining room. Why? It'll keep.
No. Tell me. I've got time.
It's just something his lordship said
recently, I can't get out of my mind.
How Vera must have bought the poison
and taken it home with her.
Yes. I suppose she must.
And it's... a terrible thing
to think of.
But she didn't. I did.
What?
Months ago, before I left.
Vera said we needed rat poison
and I bought it.
It was Arsenic. I've been thinking
that's what she must have taken.
Have you told the police?
No. Tell them.
If you don't and they find out,
it'll look bad.
But wouldn't I be asking for
is making me impatient.
I don't think we can go into competition
with Matthew and Lavinia, do you?
After then. In the summer. Let's
settle it before I return to London.
You must be looking forward to
travelling again.
I know I am.
Very well. The end of July.
Then we can be out of England
for August.
You don't sound very excited.
To quote you 'that's not who we are.'
There's something I've been meaning
to ask you. Here's the hero.
Here we are.
Why did you try to bribe Anna?
She told you, did she?
She didn't. Not me.
But why did you do it?
Next time, if you want to know
anything, just ask me.
Well done.
Very well done.
All right then I will.
Once and for all, are
you still in love
with Matthew Crawley?
Of course not!
in future!
Chuck the whole bally lot out
and we'll have to think again.
Isn't that the car?
How did you find us?
How did you know?
Never mind that. At least nothing's
happened, thank God.
What do you mean nothing's happened?
I've decided to marry Tom and your
coming after me won't change that.
This isn't the way.
She's right.
Of course Mama and Papa will hate it.
Why should they?
Pipe down.
Sybil, can't you let them
get used to the idea?
Take your stand and refuse to budge,
but allow them time.
That way, you won't have to break up
the family.
They would never give permission.
You don't need permission. You're .
But you do need their
forgiveness if you're not
to start your new life
under a black shadow.
Don't listen. She's pretending
How?
I only ever met him in a pub.
I wouldn't know where to find him.
But surely Don't you understand, woman?!
I've been tricked!
I've been had!
I've been taken for the fool
that I am!
How much did he get from you?
Every penny I had.
And then some.
What are you going to do now?
I don't know.
I don't bloody know.
And all the time you've been driving
me about,
bowing and scraping and seducing
my daughter behind my back.
You know Cousin Violet came to me...
and told me to marry you?
Mr Carson, whatever's the matter?
I wish you knew much I want to help.
Do you?
Let's get down to business.
Find out what we mean to do for
Charlie in the future.
I did something once which
I bitterly regret. Bitterly.
Mr Carson.
How long is it since the last
patient left, Sergeant?
You're trespassing on our generosity.
I'll try to make myself useful.
Just find somewhere to go.
Yes?
I'm here.
So I can see.
It's not such a good idea.
We mustn't worry granny.
You asked me to
come and I've come.
Would someone please tell
me what is going on or
have we all stepped through
the looking glass?
Your grandmother has as much right
to know as anybody else.
Why don't I find that reassuring?
How much longer is Mr Carson
going to be? It's never worth
trying to make food interesting
in the servants hall.
You're very quiet this evening.
I've had a letter off Mr
Mason, William's dad.
Yes. What does he want?
To see me. You're his daughter-in-law,
in to Charlie's life?
I suppose so, yes.
Good.
I'll ask them to Downton
for Monday at four
and this time, it'll
be all above board.
Can't expect to live here free forever.
I didn't expect to get booted out.
You'll have to find some work.
It's not that easy. Every Tom, Dick and
Harry's looking for work these days.
And they all don't have a hand
like a Jules Verne experiment.
Mr Branson. I know it wasn't easy
last night.
You should have spoken out long ago.
Spoken out about what?
Why not?
Lady Sybil and I are getting
married.
Have you no shame?!
I'm sorry you feel like that,
Mr Carson. You're a good man.
But, no, I have no shame.
In fact, I have great
pride in the love of that
young woman and I will
strive to be worthy of it.
I'm so sorry.
Would you like us to call
Dr Clarkson? No, it's too late.
He's coming for Mr
Carson, Your Lordship.
I'll bring him up
when he arrives.
I can sleep in my dressing room.
I'm glad I've got you.
What you serving?
They're on the main course
so I can spare a moment?
I've been thinking and...
I have to say something
that you won't agree with.
We're going to get married.
We can't. Not now.
You're not listening.
Go to Ripon tomorrow and take out
a special license,
I don't care how much it costs,
and fix the day.
We'll tell no-one, but this,
you will do. I can't.
Aren't I as strong as Lady Sybil?
I don't doubt that.
Well, then, if she can do it,
so can we.
That's what I've been thinking.
Let me.
I see.
You don't want me now. I want you
with every fiber of my being
but it isn't fair to you,
it isn't fair to anyone.
I wish I were different.
I wish everything was.
I don't want you different.
I like you the way you are.
Thank you for that.
I will cherish it.
Truly.
What can I bring to help?
Ice, to bring her temperature down.
Mrs Hughes.
Sir Richard telephoned this morning.
He's coming down to help.
Can you have some rooms made ready
for him and his valet?
And tell Mrs Patmore.
Very good, m'lady.
'I don't accept I'm ruining her
life!'
Nor cutting her off from her family.
You cut her off, that's your decision!
How will you look after her?! How
can you hope to provide for her?
You seem to think she can only be happy
isn't it?
She's been with her all night.
O'Brien, you must have a rest.
Not just now, My Lord.
I want to see her through
the worst, if I can.
I'll just make this
cooler for you.
How is she, really?
Tell me the truth.
I can't yet. Dr Clarkson says we
will know more in a few hours.
God almighty! How can this be?
My whole life gone over a cliff
in the course of a single day.
Take care of that, thank you.
How are you doing?
I'm not sure.
Her ladyship's worse.
I'm sorry.
Jane said you wanted to see me.
I've done it. I've booked the registrar.
- When for?
- He's had a cancellation
- so it's Friday afternoon.
- This Friday?
Ethel, what are you doing here?
The Bryants have turned up aga...
That's what.
together, I thought,
how fine, how right you looked
together.
I don't want to hear this!
You must!
Because it isn't a sudden thing.
I was starting to worry and then,
when you were wounded,
I thought it was my calling
to look after you.
And care for you.
And I don't think
Mary would have done
that quite as well as me, really.
No, no.
Not nearly as well.
I do have some self worth.
Just not enough to make you
marry the wrong person.
This is pointless, Mary is
marrying somebody else.
Is she?
We'll see.
I won't let you do this.
You will.
We won't fight about it now.
In fact, I'm tired.
Can I rest for a bit?
We'll talk later.
Of course.
It's good of you to come but I don't
really see what you can do.
I thought I'd better do my bit.
The chauffer's gone so
I could drive the car.
Preferably over the chauffer.
Father's not having an easy time
of it.
How's Lady Grantham?
Not well.
Clarkson's with her now.
And Miss Swire?
She's...
Is that why you've come? Because
I said Lavinia had been taken ill?
I was coming up anyway,
in a day or two, for the wedding.
Well, she won't be getting married
on Saturday.
Which I suppose is what you'd like
best?
But she's not seriously ill.
I see what was worrying you.
If Lavinia had been carried
off, you wanted to be
here to stop Matthew from
falling into my arms
on a tidal wave of grief.
plans.
You better come. She's worse.
I've given her the epinephrine.
Doctor! No!
What does that mean?
It's a hemorrhage of the mucus
membranes.
It's not unusual.
It's all right, m'lady, don't worry.
Everything's going to be all right.
Everything is clearly not all right.
How bad is it?
If she lasts through the night,
she'll life.
What about the others?
Come with me.
I'll be back shortly.
I've given some medicine
to Mrs Hughes.
She'll bring it up later. I gather
her ladyship is not improving.
We'll, er, we'll know more tomorrow.
And Miss Swire?
Not too bad, I think.
I'll go to her when I've
seem the rest of the servants.
Thank you, sir. Here we are,
Mr Carson.
Now, have you got everything
you need?
M'lady.
I want to thank you for coming up,
m'lady. Not at all.
I mean it. I know I've been
a disappointment to you.
Maybe.
But I've relied on your support for
too long to do without it entirely.
You'll always have my support,
m'lady. And you, mine.
On which subject...
I should be careful of Thomas.
I don't know how we're to get
rid of him after all this.
I doubt he'll want to stay a footman
forever, so, watch out.
You look very smart, Thomas.
I still have the shirt, m'lady.
And I found my livery in the
cupboard so I thought, "Why not?"
I have a place for you here.
How's Lavinia?
All right, I think.
The illness has made her rather
confused. What do you mean?
Matthew! Mary!
Is it mama?
That's what's so... It's Lavinia.
To be my wedded husband.
To be my wedded husband.
And now the ring.
With this ring I plight thee
my troth.
With this ring I plight thee
my troth.
As a symbol of all we have promised.
As a symbol of all we have promised.
And all that we share.
And all that we share.
It therefore gives me great pleasure
to say you are now husband and wife
together.
You rang, My Lord?
I keep forgetting Carson's ill.
Mrs Hughes says he's much better.
I really want Bates. He'd gone out.
He's in your dressing room.
He went up with
your evening shirt.
Golly, is that the time?
Actually, can you stay a moment?
I was trying to think how to contrive
a meeting and here you are.
You see ...
I'm glad Lady Grantham's better.
Truly.
And don't worry.
dust to dust.
In sure and in certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life
through our lord, Jesus Christ,
we shall change our vile body that it
may be like unto his glorious body,
according to the mighty working
whereby he is able to subdue
all things to himself.
Amen.
Amen.
Would you give him a moment?
Of course, ma'am, I understand.
We better get moving if we're
to be back before they arrive.
Mrs Patmore and Thomas will go ahead
in the trap. They'll sort it out.
I've no doubt Thomas
will have everything sorted out.
I'm sorry but it's no good thinking
we'll get shot of him now.
Why doesn't that come as a surprise?
I've been hoping I might meet you
here one day.
I expect you'll come as often
as I try to do?
It was a funeral...
of a lady that was going to marry
Mr Crawley.
All right.
What?
Well, if I can't stop you,
I see no profit in a quarrel.
You'll have a very different life
from the one you might have lived,
but if you're sure it's what you
want?
I am.
Then you may take my blessing
with you, whatever that means.
Papa! It means more than
anything! More than anything!
If you mistreat her, I will personally
have you torn to pieces by wild dogs.
I'd expect no less.
Will you come over for the wedding?
We'll talk about that later.
And there'll be some money.
But not much.
So, you've given in?
She would have gone anyway.
And perhaps we should let Lavinia's
last gift to us
be a reminder of what really matters.
You'll think that's soft?
Not at all.
The aristocracy has not survived
by its intransigence.
characters.
She's damaged goods. She's just a
really good egg, I think.
She's not very nice.
Now who's jealous?
And see them in action
behind the scenes.
There will be explosions
on this take.
To uncover the secret
of Downton Abbey's success.
Whoo!
Guys like me don't always get asked
to do heroic action stuff, you know.
Come at once! Come at once!
Come and see this at once!
It's July .
The cast is filming a scene for the
Christmas episode.
And, action.
I don't want to spoil their
fun but I couldn't wear
a paper hat not with poor
Mr Bates locked away.
His Lordship said much thesame.
Everyone is still reeling from the
shock of Mr Bates's arrest.
If things don't go right
for Mr Bates, have
or below stairs?'
And I'd say, 'What do you think?'
Daisy and Mrs Patmore,
I think they have kind of a
mother-daughter relationship.
Although a very,
very bossy mother
who is also your boss.
I said you could go for a drink of
water not a trip up the Nile.
It's very important to get her up to
speed because if she does,
she'll have a chance of probably
going on and being promoted
and one day she might be
a cook herself, so the
reasoning behind it is not
just to be an old cow.
Sometimes my lines are
really easy to learn cos I
just have to say, 'Yes,
Mrs Patmore, ' times.
Yes, Mrs Patmore. And run around
pretending to make cakes.
Have you laid the service for
breakfast? Yes, Mrs Patmore.
And finish blacking that stove.
Yes, Mrs Patmore.
Lesley has really hard lines to learn
houses, intimate
relationships between
staff were frowned upon
and the relentless hard work left
littletime for romance.
But against the odds,
some servants did find love.
The Anna and Bates
story was the one that
captured everyone's
kind of imagination.
Everyone wanted them
to get together.
When I was watching it, even though
I knew what was happening.
You'd be like,
'Oh, come on. '
I'm John Bates, the new valet.
The new valet?
That's right.
She clearly has empathy for this
character on his arrival.
I'm Anna, the head house maid.
How do you do?
Before Mr Bates comes along, I think
she's just happy with her lot, really.
There's an attraction. It's just
alchemy.
She does fall for this man and she has
wonderful.
There's certainly a really great
feeling when you're in the real thing.
OK, stand by.
The seat of the Earls of Carnarvon
for three centuries,
it's the perfect location for Downton
Abbey.
Here the family faces losing
everything to a perfect stranger.
When he arrives in the village,
no-one is happy.
They'll push one of
the daughters at me.
They'll have fixed on that when
they heard I was a bachelor.
Lady Mary Crawley.
I do hope I'm not interrupting.
They get off to a
really bad start.
It's probably the worst possible
start to any relationship.
Won't you stay and have some tea?
Oh, no. You're far too busy and I
wouldn't want to push in.
She's a cow at the beginning. You
know, she's so rude.
The whole thing is a complete joke.
Matthew Crawley has been thrust into
works full-time
to recreate the elaborate fashions
down to the tiniest period detail.
This dress for Lady Mary Crawley.
It's a piece of vintage
beading but then it was sort
of reimagined with a new
back and new trimmings.
I did this dress for Michelle as well,
which is slightly later period.
It was inspired by a very early
Chanel from .
You look very nice.
Thank you, darling.
While the men are stuck in the same
old white tie night after night,
the ladies' beautiful look
comes at a price.
I sometimes have personal run-ins
with my corset.
I'm not a big fan of them.
And we've all got corsets
on like they have.
The corsets can get a bit
cheeky after hours.
Below stairs they get
all the discomfort of
Edwardian dress with
none of the glamour.
Sorry to be so dishevelled.
We've been on a train
since dawn and we had
to change in a shake.
You don't look dishevelled to me.
She's often very hard with men and
quite cold and steely
and actually with Pamuk she just
melted and was swept away by him.
You know, she sort of embarrasses
herself quite a lot.
What is it? Is this picture really a
della Francesca?
I think so. The second Earl brought
back several paintings from...
Mr Pamuk.
The man from Turkey is not
constrained
by the social mores of the time that
poor old Mary was
and when Mr Pamuk
walks into that room,
he's decided he's going to have her.
She's not as sophisticated as a young
woman of her age would be today.
She probably doesn't know much about
the facts of life.
You and my parents have something in
common. Oh?
at Mary,
I think Edith is very jealous and
desperate for an offer to come her way.
So, he slipped the hook.
At least I'm not fishing with no
bait.
Yes, the sisters are really wicked
with each other.
So, Matthew goes from being
flavour of the month
to suddenly being another
pawn in a game again
which is incredibly frustrating for
him, I think.
You know, I don't dislike him as
much as you do.
Perhaps you don't dislike him at
all.
She thinks, 'If Mary doesn't want him,
then I'll have a go, ' without any hope.
Lady Edith's plan of
seduction starts by tempting
Matthew with an architectural
tour of local churches.
Edith doesn't really have any
interest in these churches,
she's just interested in spending
time with cousin Matthew.
I wish we could talk a little more
about you.
What was it like growing up in
Manchester?
Does it say anything about the side
aisles?
Just gazing lovingly at
the back of Matthew's
head and Matthew
completely unaware.
I wonder how Mary's getting on.
All right, I should think.
Why? I just wondered.
I remember the first series, there
was sort of a catchphrase on set
of 'poor Edith' after the end of
every scene.
We've time for one more at least
before we lose the light.
I underestimated your enthusiasm.
Lady Mary can't help
but notice that cousin
Matthew's a hit with both
her younger sisters.
You must be careful not
to break Sybil's heart.
I think she has a crush on you.
Well, that's something no-one could
accuse you of. Oh, I don't know.
I assume you speak in the spirit of
transformed life in
Britain and Downton
Abbey is no exception.
I like that whole half century
between and
because it's only years, you
know, within many lifetimes,
and yet it really was the transition
of the old world into the new.
The trades union movement was
beginning,
Karl Marx's writings were having an
influence across the world.
Women's rights and, of course, it
took a war to release all this stuff.
Sergeant Stevens. Sir?
I want every wounded man taken down the
line before it starts to get dark.
We've bloody well lost enough of
them for one day.
Having volunteered to go
to the front, Matthew
is caught up in the
Battle of the Somme,
which claimed the lives of nearly ,
men on the first day of fighting alone.
Forward!
The trenches stuff, it was such a
joy because, you know,
bedroom built on a
sound stage at Ealing.
Shall I do that?
For Anna and Bates, it's a snatched
moment of happiness.
Action.
Well...
Mrs Bates.
While everyone tries
to carry on as normal,
in Downton Abbey tragedy
is never far away.
My legs, I can't seem to move them.
BUT... miraculously...
Look out!
My God.
For the characters who inhabit
Downton Abbey's upstairs world,
the Great War accelerates the pace of
life and love.
I think it did make you realise how
short life could be.
Action. Lavinia and I will get
married.
Oh, my dear fellow.
And, as a lot of people did,
got engaged just like that.
I think she seems rather sweet.
Meeting us all together must be very
intimidating.
I do hope so.
It was the first scene that
I did with pretty much
the entire upstairs cast
there looking at you.
It was very easy to access
those nerves and jitters
and everything because
they were kind of real.
But the elegant Lady Mary
keeps her composure in any
social situation, whatever
her personal feelings.
Hello, Miss Swire, I'm Mary Crawley.
Of course you are.
She realises very quickly that she
has to move on.
I mean, she's in her late
s by the second series
and that's considered
kind of on the shelf.
You know, I love that,
that immediately she
invites Richard Carlisle
to meet the family.
We're pleased to have you here, Sir
Richard. Lady Grantham. Welcome.
Sir Richard Carlisle is a newspaper
proprietor,
inordinately wealthy, self-made man.
They're a wee bit suspicious of him
cos he's sort of new money.
And I think they probably think he's
slightly common.
I was asking about Haxby Park. I'm
taking Mary over there tomorrow.
Our Haxby Park? Why? Are the
Russells selling?
I'm not sure how
comfortable it is.
It'll be comfortable when
I'm finished with it.
Central heating, modern
kitchens, bathrooms
with every bedroom,
it's all possible.
Sounds more like an hotel.
You do get these very
rich, very powerful,
in some cases quite tough
individuals arriving
and buying these great estates up and
becoming sort of slightly ersatz toffs.
What'll we do about furniture and
pictures and everything?
What does anyone do?
Buy it, I presume.
Happy Christmas.
What did Her Ladyship say?
She was just being kind.
Happy Christmas.
I wish I could tell you
not to worry.
My husband's on trial for his life,
Mrs Hughes. Of course I worry.
Well, I'm old-fashioned
enough to believe that
if they can't prove him
guilty, then he's not.
This is for you.
Thank you, m'lady.
The Royal Families Of Europe.
I shall find this very interesting,
my Lord.
Good.
I don't want to spoil their fun.
But I couldn't wear a paper hat.
Not with poor Mr Bates locked away.
His Lordship said much the same.
Is Mr Bates the one Lady Rosamund
told me about? The murderer.
Mr Bates has most unjustly
been accused of murder.
That is all.
All?! I should think that's
quite enough for most people.
Thank you.
Would you like tea?
Why do we have to help ourselves
at luncheon?
It's a Downton tradition.
They have their feast at lunchtime
and we have ours in the evening.
Why can't they have their lunch
early and then serve us?
Because it's Christmas Day.
It's not how we'll do it at Haxby.
Which I can easily believe.
This is ni... This is...
What is it?
What does it look like?
Something for getting stones
out of horses' hooves.
It's a nutcracker.
We thought you'd like it.
To crack your nuts.
Who's coming on New Year's Day?
The usual guns. Us three and some
locals. You'll know all of them.
Have you asked Anthony Strallan?
I tried. I gave him three dates
but he said no to all of them.
Perhaps he's given it up.
But he was so keen before the war.
Perhaps he's had enough banging
I say.
This is very cosy, isn't it?
What is?
To find ourselves next door.
I'm not certain it's quite proper
to remark on such things.
You remember my maid, Shore.
Certainly I do.
I hope they've got a jolly party
planned downstairs.
Why would they?
It's New year's Eve, of course.
That. I doubt it, my Lord.
But I don't mind, I make my own fun.
If that's everything, my Lady, I'll go
down now and see you after midnight.
I wish I could say the same.
Only joking.
I wonder if she'll remember me.
She will.
Good evening, Lady Grantham.
I don't suppose you remember me.
Of course I do.
How is dear Hatton?
I have such happy memories
of it from the old days.
I'm not often there,
not since my mother died.
Perhaps it needs a woman's touch.
Don't we all?
How very like
your father you are!
It's almost as if he were standing
here before me!
I hope you'll come to tea.
Then we can talk about him.
I should love it, Lady Grantham.
If they'll release me.
They'll release you.
What are those for?
We have a glass of wine
at midnight on New Year's Eve.
Very civilised.
In my last place, we
were expected to be
upstairs and serving,
New Year's Eve or not.
Were you not a lady's maid, then?
How long have you been with
Lady Rosamund, Miss Shore?
Two months.
I see. Quite a new girl.
I can read Mr Carson's hint.
His Lordship doesn't trust me.
Because of the stealing, you mean.
So what should I do?
Get him to trust you.
That's easy to say. But how?
Good.
So when are you going to come
to the farm?
I'll let you know.
Shall I get you some more hot water?
More lies.
Were they?
That's the horn.
Where's the damn loader?
Looking for your damn peg,
I imagine.
Why were you laughing with Matthew
at the end of the first drive?
I suppose he said something funny.
Am I never to be free of him?
Of course not. You know
how families like ours work.
And he'll be head of it one day.
I might understand if you
let me think for a solitary
minute that you preferred
my company to his.
I have tried, Mary. I've done
everything I can to please you.
You mean you bought a large
and rather vulgar house.
Don't talk to me like that!
What have I done to deserve it?!
Is something the matter?
Richard's loader
seems to have got lost.
And this is one of the best drives.
He's missing all the fun.
I see.
Where the bloody hell have you been?
Sorry, sir.
I'm afraid Sir Richard's
rather anxious to begin.
I'd better get back to my post.
There you are, sir.
Robert, Matthew is going to York
for Bates's trial.
And... Well, I wondered
if I might come as well.
Of course, if you want to.
Cora's told me she's not going.
And I feel I just might be useful
as part of the bucking-up brigade.
That's kind, thank you.
It's odd, isn't it,
us just chatting away here
while that poor man
waits to hear his fate.
Please don't make me feel any worse
than I do already.
Have we time to serve the coffee
or not?
I'm not sure, Mr Carson.
Nothing.
Who was telephoning so late?
Murray. He apologised.
He's going to come here
the day before the trial
to talk it all through with
Mrs Hughes, O'Brien and me.
Why have they been chosen and not
the others? What do they know?
Search me. I've told Carson.
Will Mr Murray be staying?
No, he wants to get to York.
We'll meet him there
the following day.
My dear.
I hope you can be strong
if it goes against him.
It won't.
There was an awkward
moment tonight between
Mary and Carlisle at
the end of dinner.
Did you notice it?
I'm sure Mary has him under control.
Does she?
I look at her and all I can see is a
tired woman with a tiresome husband,
not a bride on the brink of heaven.
I wish I could understand
Guilty.
John Bates, you have been found guilty
of the charge of wilful murder.
You will be taken from here
to a place of execution.
Where you will be hanged
by the neck until you are dead.
And may God have mercy
upon your soul.
No! This is wrong! This is
terribly, terribly wrong!
Take him down.
Anna!
Did you know this Bates well?
No, not really.
I saw him once.
It was when I went to talk to Matthew
in his bedroom just before dinner.
That sounds rather risque.
Alas, I am beyond impropriety.
There'll be a stink in the papers.
To be honest, I'm surprised
there hasn't been one already.
Perhaps Richard had a hand in it.
While we're on the subject
of unsuitable spouses...
Lord Hepworth is not unsuitable,
Mama.
You are unjust.
won't there?
I don't often feel selfless,
but when I listen to you, I do.
His Lordship will be so upset.
We're all upset downstairs, m'lady.
Of course you are.
His Lordship and Lady Mary won't
want to change, so we won't either.
Please ask Mrs Patmore to serve
dinner minutes after they arrive.
Very good, m'lady.
Mrs Hughes.
This is a time of grief for us.
Of grief and heartbreak.
I suppose it's down to me again.
What is?
To produce dinner
minutes after they arrive
and we don't know if it's
in two or ten hours.
What's got into you all of a sudden?
Nothing. I know I'm a dogsbody but...
How can you choose today of all
days to complain about your lot?
I expect Mr Bates would
rather be wondering
how to keep a roast chicken warm
than sitting in a lonely cell
facing his maker!
Maybe.
Well, you see, I think you're wrong.
Lavinia wouldn't have wanted this.
She was a sweet girl, a kind girl.
She wouldn't have wanted you
to be unhappy.
You don't understand.
I deserve to be unhappy.
So does Mary.
Nobody your age deserves that.
And if you are, and you can do
something about it and don't,
well, the war has taught you nothing.
That's your opinion.
Yes, it is.
But you can't have been false
to him.
You were his wife
for only half an hour.
It's difficult to explain, m'lady.
Well, try.
I led him on.
When he was wounded,
I let him think that I loved him.
Why?
I thought it'd cheer him up.
Give him something to live for.
And you did all this
when you didn't even like him?
Have I?
Perhaps I have.
Now, let's get going.
Who's out there?
Here we go.
W.
William.
Is it really you, William?
Yes.
My lord!
My gosh. William, is it you?
What do you want?
Go...
To...
Farm...
Make...
Dad...
Happy.
Go to the farm, make Dad happy!
You can't say fairer than that.
Is it usually so specific?
Not usually, no.
Well, that's enough for me.
This stuff is thirsty work!
They're in the drawing room, sir.
I'm really only here
to see Lady Mary, Carson.
Is there any chance
of... cooking her out?
of this dance?
Yes, it is a waltz.
I'm far too old
for that awful foxtrot.
What about the black bottom,
my Lady?
Just keep me upright.
Then we'll try to avoid it.
Daisy, I'm having trouble
understanding what you mean.
Are you saying you want to leave?
No, I don't want to leave
unless I have to.
But I want to move on.
I think I'm more than
a kitchen maid now.
I want to be a proper
assistant cook. I know I can be.
I've no objection
if the budget stretches to it.
I'll have to ask Mrs Hughes
and Her Ladyship.
I'll work for it, I promise.
Why couldn't you have spoken
of this sensibly the other night?
Instead of going off into a pet?!
Because I took the wrong advice.
I hope this isn't a practical joke.
It is a joke in a way, I'm afraid.
No.
It isn't what I wanted for her.
None of it is.
But this is what's happened
and we must accept it.
I want to go over there
and I want Sybil to come here.
And the chauffeur?
Him too.
It's been a happy day, Robert.
Let's end on a happy note.
Tired already?
A bit.
I was thinking about William.
He always loved the ball.
Miss O'Brien, Her Ladyship's
ready for bed.
I'm ever so glad Mr Bates
is going to be all right.
Well, he's alive.
I think we're quite a way
from all right.
Go on.
Are you pushing it?
No. Are you?
That doesn't make sense.
Yes, it does.
May they be happy.
With my love.
Well, then.
I haven't forgiven you because...
I don't believe you need
my forgiveness.
You've lived your life
and I've lived mine.
And now it's time
we lived them together.
We've been on the edge of this
so many times, Matthew.
Please don't take me there again
unless you're sure.
I am sure.
And your vows to the memory
of Lavinia?
I was wrong.
I don't think she wants us
to be sad.
She was someone who never caused a
moment's sorrow in her whole life.
I agree.
Then will you?
You must say it properly.
I won't answer unless you...
kneel down and everything!
Lady Mary Crawley...
will you do me the honour
of becoming my wife?
Yes!