Oh, my God!

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.

- Is the library tidy?

- Yes, Mrs. Hughes.
Good.
I want the dining room given
a proper going-over today.
You can do it when they've
finished their breakfast.
Oh, heavens, girl!
You're building a
fire, not inventing it!
How many have you done?
This is my last till
they come downstairs.
Very well. Now get back down to the
kitchens before anyone sees you.
- And they're off.
- No rest for the wicked.
Lady Mary. Are the tea trays ready?
All ready, Mrs. Patmore...
if the water's boiled.
Could you give us a hand?
- I've got her Ladyship's to carry.
- I'll help.
- Back door.
- The papers. At last... William?
- You're late!
- I know, but...
- But what?
- You'll see.
Do the Times first.
He only reads that at breakfast.
And the Sketch for her Ladyship.
You can manage the others later.
Why are their papers ironed?
What's it to you?
To dry the ink, silly.
We wouldn't want his Lordship's
hands to be as black as yours.
Mr. Carson! I think
you ought to see this.
- I can't make myself believe it.
- Me neither.
- His Lordship's dressed.
- William!
Will you stop talking
and take this kedgeree up?
- And mind the burners are still lit.
- Yes, Mrs. Patmore.
- Is it really true?
- Afraid so.
Nothing in life is sure.
- Good morning, Carson.

- Good morning, my Lord.

- Is it true what they say?
- I believe so, my Lord.
I'm afraid we'll know
some people on it.
I don't suppose there are
any lists of survivors yet?
I understand most of the
ladies were taken off in time.
You mean the ladies in first class?
God help the poor
devils below decks.
On their way to a better life.
What a tragedy.
When Anna told me, I thought
she must have dreamt it.
- Do we know anyone on board?
- Your mother knows the Astors.
At least, she knows him. We
dined with Lady Rothes last month.
There are bound to be others.
I thought it was
supposed to be unsinkable.
Every mountain is unclimbable
until someone climbs it.
So every ship is
unsinkable until it sinks.
- Good morning, Papa.
- Morning.
- What's that?
- Just arrived... Telegram.
- Is her Ladyship awake?
- Yes, my Lord.
I'm just taking in her breakfast.
Thank you.
- Hello?
- May I come in?
Isn't this terrible?
When you think how excited
Lucy Rothes was at the prospect.
It's too awful for any words.
Did JJ Astor get off?
Course, his new wife is
bound to have been rescued.
I've had a telegram
from George Murray.
One of his partners is in New York.
Yes?
It seems James and Patrick
were on board.
What?
But they weren't

going over till May.

Then they changed their plans.
Definitely, they're on the passenger list.
Thank you, O'Brien. That'll
be all for the moment.
But...surely they were picked up?
- Doesn't look like it.
- What?
Neither of them?
You must tell Mary.
She can't hear about
it from anyone else.
Neither were picked
up. That's what he said.
- Mr. Crawley and Mr. Patrick?
- That's what he said.
Her Ladyship was the
colour of this cloth.
Well, it's a terrible
shame if it's true.
It's worse than a shame.
It's a complication.
- What do you mean?
- What do you think?
Mr. Crawley was his Lordship's
cousin and heir to the title.
I thought Lady Mary was the heir.
She's a girl, stupid.
Girls can't inherit.
But now Mr. Crawley's dead, and
Mr. Patrick was his only son.
- So what happens next?
- It's a dreadful thing.
Hello?
I've been waiting
at the back door...
I knocked, but no-one came.
So you pushed in?
I'm John Bates, the new valet.
The new valet? That's right.
- You're early.
- Came on the milk train.
Thought I'd get to know
the place, start tonight.
I'm Anna, the head housemaid.
How do you do?
And I'm Miss O'Brien,
her Ladyship's maid.
You'd better come along with us.
But how can you manage?
Don't worry about
that. I can manage.

Because we've all got

our own work to do.
- I can manage.
- All Right, Mrs. Hughes,
I'll take over. Thank you.
Good morning, Mr. Bates.
Welcome.
I hope your journey
was satisfactory?
- It was fine. Thank you.
- I am the butler at Downton.
- My name is Carson.
- How do you do, Mr. Carson?
This is Thomas, first footman.
He's been looking after his
Lordship since Mr. Watson left.
It'll be a relief to get back
to normal, won't it, Thomas?
I assume that everything is ready
for Mr. Bates's arrival?
I've put him in Mr.
Watson's old room,
though he left it in quite
a state, I can tell you.
But what about all them stairs?
I keep telling you, I can manage.
Of course you can.
Thomas, take Mr.
Bates to his room and
show him where he'll be working.
Thank you, everyone.
Well, I can't see that lasting long.
Thank you, Miss O'Brien.
Oh, yes.
I shall be comfortable here.
Does this mean I'll have
to go into full mourning?
My first cousin and his son...
..are almost certainly dead.
We will all be in mourning.
No. I mean with the other thing.
After all, it wasn't official.
If you're saying you do not wish
to mourn Patrick as a fiance,
- that is up to you.
- Well, no-one knew about it outside the family.
- I repeat, it is up to you.
- Well, that's a relief.
There's some cedar-lined
cupboards in the attic
for things that aren't often
worn... travelling clothes and such.

Mr. Watson used them to rotate

the summer and winter stuff.
I'll show you later.
What about studs and links?
Do I choose them or does he?
Lay them out unless he asks for
something in particular.
These for a ball, these
for an ordinary dinner,
these only in London.
- I'll get the hang of it.
- Yeah, you'll have to.
Snuff boxes. He collects them.
Beautiful.
Funny, our job, isn't it?
What do you mean?
The way we live with all this.
A pirate's hoard within our reach.
But none of it's ours, is it?
No, none of it's ours.
I can't believe I've been
passed over for Long John Silver.
You should have spoken up
when you had the chance.
Don't make the same mistake
next time.
Who says there'll be a next time?
Is this a public holiday
no-one's told me of?
She was certainly reluctant
to go into mourning.
Well, she'll have to. We all will.
O'Brien's sorting out my black now
and I've told Anna to see what
the girls have that still fits.
Of course, this alters everything.
You won't try to deny it?
You must challenge
the entail now, surely?
Can't we at least
wait until we know
they're dead before we discuss it?
Don't talk as if I'm not
broken-hearted, because I am.
Of course, I have never understood
why this estate must go
to whomever inherits your title.
My dear, I don't make the law.
What is it?
The Dowager Countess
is in the drawing room.
- I'll come now.

- She asked for Lady Grantham.

I wonder what I've
done wrong this time.
And the new valet
has arrived, my Lord.
Has he? Hm... Thank you, Carson.
What is it?
I'm not entirely sure that he
will prove equal to the task,
but your Lordship will be the judge
of that.
I'd better go.
Tell her about James and Patrick.
She won't have heard.
Of course I've heard!
Why else would I be here?
Robert didn't want you to read
about it in a newspaper and be upset.
He flatters me.
I'm tougher than I look.
I'm very sorry about
poor Patrick, of course.
He was a nice boy.
We were all so fond of him.
But I never cared for James.
He was too like his mother and a
nastier woman never drew breath.
- Will you stay for some luncheon?
- Thank you.
- I'll let Carson know.
- I've already told him.
Shall we sit down?
- Do you know the new heir?
- Only that there is one.
He's Robert's third
cousin once removed.
I have never, to my
knowledge, set eyes on him.
Of course, if your late
husband hadn't forced me
to sign that absurd
act of legal theft!
My dear, I didn't
come here to fight.
Lord Grantham wanted to protect
the estate.
It never occurred to him
that you wouldn't have a son.
Well, I didn't.
No, you did not.
But when Patrick had married Mary
and your grandson been hailed

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.

Bates, my dear man.

Welcome to Downton.
Thank you, sir.
I'm so sorry to have disturbed
you all. Please forgive me.
You never asked.
Thomas, take that up!
Leave it, Daisy! He's a grown man.
I suppose he can lift a meat pie.
Now, put that apple tart
in the lower oven.
Oh, and take that away!
Mr. Lynch shouldn't
have left it there!
- What is it?
- Salt of sorrel.
I asked him for some
to clean the brass pots.
So, put it somewhere
careful. It's poison.
It seems like a lot of food,
when you think they're
all in mourning.
Nothing makes you hungrier
or more tired than grief.
When my sister died,
God rest her soul,
I ate my way through four platefuls
of sandwiches at one sitting
- and slept round the clock.
- Did it make you feel better?
Not much, but it passed the time.
Oh, my Lord, what was this chopped
egg supposed to be sprinkled on?
- Was it the chicken?
- It was. Take it upstairs now.
- I can't go in the dining room!
- I should think not!
Find Thomas or William
and tell them what to do.
For heaven's sake, get a move on,
before they get back from church!
Well, we've given them a memorial
in London and a memorial here.
I prefer memorials to funerals.
They're less dispiriting.
We could hardly have held a
funeral without the bodies.
I gather they're putting up a stone
to mark those whose bodies
were never found.
In fact, I hear the Canadians

are making quite a thing

of the Titanic cemetery. I'm
surprised at the number they found.
You'd think the sea would
have taken more of them.
So, Murray, what have you to tell
me about the lucky Mr. Crawley?
Nothing too terrible, I hope.
I've only made a few enquiries but,
no, there's not much to alarm you.
Matthew Crawley is a
solicitor, based in Manchester.
Manchester?
His special field is company law.
His mother is alive
and he lives with her.
His father, obviously, is not.
He was a doctor.
I know.
It does seem odd that my third
cousin should be a doctor.
There are worse professions.
Indeed.
Do me a favour. This must be
sprinkled on the chicken.
- Isn't there more to go up?
- Please! It won't take a moment!
Go on then, give it here.
We ought to talk about
the business of the entail.
As you know, on your death the heir
to the title inherits everything,
except for the sums set aside
for your daughters and your widow.
Yes.
Owing to the terms
of her settlement,
this will include the bulk
of your wife's fortune.
It has been our sole topic of
conversation
since the day the ship went down.
Of course, it must seem
horribly unjust to Lady Grantham,
but that is how the law stands.
Is there really no way to
detach her money from the estate?
Even to me, it seems absurd.
Your father tied the knots pretty
tight. I'd say it's unbreakable.
I see.
Really, Edith.

Do you have to put

on such an exhibition?
She's not.
I was supposed to be engaged to
him, for heaven's sake, not you,
and I can control myself.
Then you should be ashamed.
Don't tell me you've
not sent up the egg yet!
Oh God, help me!
Please, God, help me!
What on earth's the matter?
Run upstairs to the dining room
- and find William, I beg you!
- I can't do it now.
You've got to! I'll
be hanged if you don't!
- What?
- Daisy? Is that you?
Is it the chicken in a sauce or
the chicken with sliced oranges?
Oh, thank you, blessed and
merciful Lord! Thank you!
It's the chicken in the sauce.
I'll never do anything sinful
again, I swear it! Not till I die!
Mr. Murray, how lovely
to see you. Do come in.
You're very kind, Lady Grantham,
but I must get back to London.
- But you'll stay for luncheon?
- Thank you, but no.
I'll eat on the train.
In fact, if you'd be so good as to
ask for the motor to be brought round?
But didn't you want the afternoon
to talk things through?
I think we've said everything we
have to say, haven't we, my Lord?
For the time being, yes.
Thank you, Murray.
It's given me a good
deal to think about.
Mary, try to get everyone
into the dining room.
Edith, make sure old
Lord Minterne sits down.
- They've all gone?
- They have, thank the Lord.
- What about the lawyer?
- He was the first away.
Didn't even stay for the luncheon.

I wish they'd make their minds up.

Gwen's put clean sheets
on the Blue Room bed.
Now she'll just have
to strip it again.
Can't you leave it
for the next guest?
Well, only if you don't tell.
So, has it all been settled?
No, I don't know if
anything's been settled.
There's a fellow in Manchester
with claims to the title, I gather,
but it's all a long
way from settled.
You mustn't take it personally.
Oh, I do take it
personally, Mrs. Hughes.
I can't stand by
and watch our family
threatened with the loss
of all they hold dear.
They're not our family.
Well, they're all the family
I've got!
I beg your pardon.
Do you... ever wish
you'd gone another way?
Worked in a shop or a factory?
Had a wife and children?
Do you?
I don't know.
Maybe. Sometimes.
William's laid tea in the library,
but her Ladyship hasn't come down.
She'll be tired.
Take a tray up to her bedroom.
- Is Thomas back?
- Not yet, Mr. Carson.
He asked if he could run down
the village. I didn't see why not.
It's iniquitous.
They can't expect
you to sit by silent
as your fortune is stolen away.
- Can't they?
- His Lordship'd never let it happen.
How's Bates working out?
Well...
I don't like to say.
Only, it seems unkind to criticise
a man for an affliction, my Lady.

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

one way to skin a cat.

Perhaps she misunderstood.
No, it was quite plain.
O'Brien told her Bates can't do
the job properly.
- Why was he taken on?
- Oh, he was Lord Grantham's batman
when he was fighting the Boers.
I know that, but even so!
- I think it's romantic.
- I don't!
How can a valet do
his work if he's lame?
He's not VERY lame.
There. Anything
else before I go down?
No. That's it. Thank you.
Oh, I hate black.
It's not for long.
Ma says we can go into
half-mourning next month,
- and to colours by September.
- Still a lot for a cousin.
But not a fiance.
He wasn't really a fiance...
No?
I thought that was what you
call a man you're going to marry.
I was only going to marry him
if nothing better turned up.
Mary, what a horrid thing to say!
Don't worry. Edith would
have taken him, wouldn't you?
Yes. I'd have taken him.
If you'd given me the chance,
I'd have taken him like a shot.
I just think you should know
it's not working, Mr. Carson.
Do you mean Mr. Bates is lazy?
Not lazy, exactly. But
he just can't carry.
He can hardly manage
his Lordship's cases.
You saw how it was when they
went up to London for de memorial.
He can't help with the guests'
luggage,
and as for waiting
at table, forget that.
- And what do you want me to do?
- It's not for me to say.
But is it fair on William

to have all the extra work?

I don't believe you'd like to think
the house was falling below
the way things ought to be.
- I would not.
- That's all I'm saying.
I'm going down. Coming?
In a moment. You go.
I know you're sad about Patrick,
whatever you say, I know it.
You're a darling.
But you see, I'm not
as sad as I should be.
And that's what makes me sad.
Thank you.
- I'll do that.
- No. No, thank you, my Lord.
- I can do it.
- I'm sure.
I hope so, my Lord.
I hope you are sure.
Bates, we have to be sensible.
I won't be doing you a favour in the
long run if it's too much for you.
- Whatever we've been through, it has to work.
- Of course, sir.
I mean, my Lord.
- Do you miss the army, Bates?
- I miss a lot of things,
but you have to keep
moving, don't you?
Ha! You do, indeed.
I'll show you, my Lord. I promise.
I won't let you down.
We've managed so far, haven't we?
Yes, we have. Of course we have.
- You look very nice.
- Thank you, darling.
- Did Murray make matters clearer?
- Yes, I'm afraid he did.
By the way, O'Brien says Bates is
causing a lot of awkwardness downstairs.
- You may have to do something about it.
- She's always making trouble.
Is that fair? When she hasn't
mentioned it before now?
I don't know why you listen to her.
It is quite eccentric, even for
you, to have a crippled valet.
Please, don't use that word.
Did he tell you he couldn't walk
when he made his application?

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.

Be that as it may, it's a fact.

But to lose Cora's fortune...
Really, Mama. You
know as well as I do
that Cora's fortune is not
Cora's fortune any more!
Thanks to Papa,
it is now part of the estate
and the estate is
entailed to my heir!
That is it! That is all of it!
Robert, dear, I don't
mean to sound harsh...
You may not mean to,
but I bet you will.
years ago you married Cora,
against my wishes, for her money.
Give it away now, and what was the point of
your peculiar marriage in the first place?
If I were to tell you
she'd made me happy,
- would that stretch belief?
- It's not why you chose her.
Above all the other girls who could
have filled my shoes so easily...
If you must know, when I think
of my motives for pursuing Cora,
I'm ashamed.
There's no need to
remind me of them.
Don't you care about Downton?
What do you think?
I've given my life to Downton.
I was born here and
I hope to die here.
I claim no career beyond the nurture
of this house and the estate.
It is my third parent
and my fourth child.
(EMOTIONAL) Do I care
about it? Yes, I do care!
I hope I don't hear sounds of
a disagreement.
Is that what they call discussion
in New York?
I'm glad you're fighting. I'm
glad somebody's putting up a fight.
You're not really fighting
Granny? Are you and Papa?
Your grandmother merely wishes to
do the right thing. And so do I.
Dinner is served, my Lady.

Does anyone else keep

dreaming about the Titanic?
I can't get it out of my mind.
Not again. Give it a rest.
Daisy, it's time to let it go.
But all them people,
freezing to death in
the midnight, icy water.
Oh, you sound like
a penny dreadful.
I expect you saw worse things
in South Africa, eh, Mr. Bates?
Not worse, but... pretty bad.
Did you enjoy the war?
I don't think anyone
enjoys war, but
there are some good memories too.
I'm sure there are.
Mr. Bates, could you
hand me that tray?
- Blast!
- I'll do it.
The ladies are out.
We've given them coffee
and his Lordship's taken
his port to the library.
Anna, Gwen, go up
and help clear away.
Daisy, tell Mrs. Patmore
we'll eat in minutes.
I keep forgetting. Does this go
next door or back to the kitchen?
Those go back, but the dessert
service and all the glasses
- stay in the upstairs pantry.
- Put it on here.
What is it?
Her Ladyship's told him she
thinks Mr. Bates ought to go.
She said to me, "If only his Lordship
had been content with Thomas."
Did she really?
- What are you doing up here?
- It's a free country.
Well, I'm going for my dinner.
You two can stay here...plotting.
So, the young Duke of Crowborough
is asking himself to stay.
And we know why.
You HOPE you know why.
That is not at all the same.
You realise the Duke thinks

Mary's prospects have altered?

- I suppose so.
- There's no "suppose" about it.
Of course, this is exactly the sort
of opportunity
that will come to Mary,
if we can only get things
settled in her favour.
- Is Robert coming round?
- Not yet.
To him, the risk is, we'd succeed in
saving my money but not the estate.
He feels he'd be betraying his duty
if Downton were lost because of him.
- Well, I'll write to Murray.
- He won't say anything different.
Well, we have to start somewhere.
Our duty is to Mary.
Well, give him a date for
when Mary's out of mourning.
No-one wants to
kiss a girl in black.
Oh, do stop admiring yourself!
He's not marrying
you for your looks.
That's if he wants
to marry you at all.
He will.
- I think you look beautiful.
- Thank you, Sybil, darling.
We should go down.
They'll be back from the station
at any moment.
Let's not gild the lily, dear.
(And Mary, try and look surprised.)
Are you all ready?
Very well. We shall
go out to greet them.
- And me, Mr. Carson?
- No, Daisy, not you.
Can you manage, Mr. Bates,
or would you rather wait here?
I want to go, Mr. Carson.
There's no obligation for
the whole staff to be present.
I'd like to be there.
Well, it's certainly a great day
for Downton
to welcome a duke under our roof.
Help me with the luggage.
Don't go running off.
- I'll give you a hand.

- I couldn't ask that, Mr. Bates,

not in your condition.
How long do we have to put up with
this, Mr. Carson, just so I know?
Welcome to Downton.
Lady Grantham, this
is so kind of you.
Not at all, Duke.
We're delighted you
could spare the time.
You know my daughter
Mary, of course.
- Of course, Lady Mary.
- And Edith.
But I don't believe you've
met my youngest, Sybil.
- Ah. Lady Sybil.
- How do you do?
Come on in. You must be worn out.
Oh, Lady Grantham, I
have a confession to make
which I hope won't
cause any bother.
My man was taken ill just
as I was leaving, so I...
Oh, well, that won't be a
problem, will it, Carson?
Certainly not.
I shall look after his Grace myself.
Oh, no. I wouldn't dream
of being such a nuisance.
Surely, a footman...
I remember this man.
You served me when I dined with
Lady Grantham in London.
- I did, Your Grace.
- Ah, there we are.
We shall do very well
together, won't we...?
- Thomas, your Grace.
- Thomas...
Thomas... Good.
I hope you had a pleasant journey.
Bates, are you all right?
Perfectly, my Lord. I apologise.
Mr. Bates.
That's better.
Please, don't feel sorry for me.
What shall we do? What
would you like to do?
I think I'd rather
like to go exploring.

Certainly. Gardens or house?

Oh, house, I think.
Gardens are all the same to me.
Very well...
We can begin in the hall,
- one of the oldest
- No!
Not all those drawing
rooms and libraries.
Well, what, then?
I don't know... The...
The secret passages and the attics.
It seems a bit odd, but...why not?
- I'll just tell Mama.
- No, don't tell your mama.
- But there's nothing wrong in it.
- No, indeed.
I'm only worried the
others will want to join us.
Mary's settling him in.
Cora, don't let Mary
make a fool of herself.
By the way, I'll be going
up to London next week.
Do you want to open the house?
No, no, I'll just take
Bates and stay at the club.
I won't be more than a day or two.
I see. Are things progressing?
What things?
It's just a regimental dinner.
It was a pity Bates spoiled
the arrival this afternoon.
He didn't spoil anything.
He fell over.
It was so undignified. Carson
hates that kind of thing.
I don't care what Carson thinks.
A message from the
Dowager Countess, my Lady.
She says she won't come to tea,
but she'll join you for dinner.
Carson, I hope you weren't
embarrassed this afternoon.
I can assure you the Duke very
much appreciated his welcome.
I'm glad.
- Is Bates all right?
- I think so, my Lord.
It must be so difficult for you,
all the same.
Don't stare.

Do you realise this is the

first time we've ever been alone?
Then you've forgotten when I pulled you
into the conservatory at the Northbrooks.
- How sad.
- No, I haven't.
It's not quite the same with
chaperones hiding behind every fern.
And are you pleased to
be alone with me, my Lady?
Oh, dear. If I answer truthfully,
you'll think me rather forward.
I don't think we should pry.
- It feels rather...disrespectful.
- Nonsense.
It's your father's house, isn't it?
You've a right to know
what goes on in it.
- Where does this lead?
- To the men's quarters,
with the lock on the women's side.
Only Mrs. Hughes is
allowed to turn it.
Mrs. Hughes...
and you.
- In here?
- A footman, I imagine.
- Should you do that?
- Why not?
I'm making a study on
the genus "footman".
I seek to know the creature's ways.
Someone's coming!
- Can I help you, my Lady?
- We were just exploring.
You look for Thomas, your Grace?
No. As Lady Mary said,
we've just been exploring.
Would you care to
explore my room, my Lady?
Of course not, Bates. I'm
sorry to have bothered you.
We were just going down.
Why did you apologise to that man?
It's not his business what we do.
I always apologise when I'm in
the wrong. It's a habit of mine.
The plain fact is, Mr. Bates,
through no fault of his own,
is not able to fulfil the
extra duties expected of him.
He can't lift, he

can't serve at table,

he's dropping things
all over the place.
On a night like tonight, he
should act as a third footman.
As it is, my Lord,
we may have to have a
maid in the dining room.
Cheer up, Carson. There are worse
things happening in the world.
Not worse than a
maid serving a duke.
So you're quite determined?
It's a hard decision,
your Lordship,
a very hard decision,
but the honour of
Downton is at stake.
Don't worry, Carson.
I know all about hard decisions when
it comes to the honour of Downton,
don't I, boy?
William, you mustn't let Thomas
take advantage.
He's only a footman, same as you.
It's all right, Mrs. Hughes.
I like to keep busy.
Takes your mind off things.
What things have you got
to take your mind off?
If you're feeling homesick,
there's no shame in it.
No.
It means you come
from a happy home.
There's plenty of people
here would envy that.
Yes, Mrs. Hughes.
- Will that be all, my Lord?
- Yes.
That is, not exactly.
Have you recovered from
your fall this afternoon?
I'm very sorry about that, my Lord.
I don't know what happened.
The thing is, Bates.
I said I would give
you a trial, and I have.
If it were only up to me...
It's this question of
a valet's extra duties.
You mean, waiting at table

when there's a large party?

That, and carrying things, and...
You see that Carson can't compromise
the efficiency of his staff?
I do, my Lord. Of course I do.
Might I make a suggestion?
That when an extra footman is
required,
the cost could come
out of my wages.
Absolutely not. I can't allow that.
Because I am very
eager to stay, my Lord.
Very eager, indeed.
I know you are.
And I was eager that
this should work.
You see, it is unlikely that
I shall find another position.
But in a smaller house,
where less is expected of you...
It's not likely.
I mean to help until
you find something.
I couldn't take
your money, my Lord.
A take wages for a
job done. That's all.
Very good, my Lord.
I'll go at once.
There's no need to
rush out into the night.
Take the London train
tomorrow. It leaves at nine.
You'll have a month's
wages too. That I insist on.
It's a bloody business, Bates,
but I can't see any way round it.
I quite understand, my Lord.
I'm afraid we're rather a
female party tonight, Duke.
But you know what it's like trying
to balance numbers in the country.
A single man outranks
the Holy Grail!
No, I'm terribly flattered
to be dining en famille.
What were you and Mary doing
in the attics this afternoon?
I expect Mary was showing the
Duke the house, weren't you?
Are you a student of architecture?

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.

I don't see why he has to go.

I don't mind doing extra...
It's not up to you.
I'll take care of his
Lordship, shall I, Mr. Carson?
Not while you're looking
after the Duke, you won't.
I'll see to his Lordship myself.
Mr. Bates?
Are you there?
I brought something up,
in case you were hungry.
That's very kind.
I'm ever so sorry you're going.
I'll be all right.
Of course you will.
There's always a place
for a man like you.
Oh, yes...
Something'll turn up.
Tell us...when you're fixed.
Just...drop us a line.
Else I'll worry.
Well, we can't have that.
We must go and let the
servants get in here.
I'd be grateful if we
can stay a minute more.
I have something to ask you.
I was terribly sorry to
hear about your cousins.
You said.
Did you know them? Not well.
I used to see Patrick
at the odd thing.
I imagine it will mean some
adjustments for you all.
To lose... two heirs...
in one night is terrible.
- Indeed. It was terrible.
- Awful.
But then again, it's an ill wind...
At least Lady Mary's prospects
must have rather improved.
Have they?
Haven't they?
I will not be coy and pretend I
do not understand your meaning,
though you seem very informed
on this family's private affairs.
But you ought perhaps to know that
I do not intend to fight the entail,

not any part of it.

You can't be serious.
It pains me to say it, but I am.
You'll give up your entire estate,
your wife's money into the
bargain, to a perfect stranger?
You won't even put up a fight?
I hope he proves to be
perfect, but I rather doubt it.
Very odd thing to joke about.
No odder than this conversation.
So, there you have it.
But Mary will still
have her settlement,
which you won't find ungenerous.
I-I'm sorry?
I only meant that... her portion,
when she marries,
will be more than respectable.
- You'll be pleased, I promise you.
- Oh, heavens.
I hope I haven't given
the wrong impression.
- You know the...
- My dear Lord Grantham...
Don't "My dear Lord Grantham" me!
You knew what you were
doing when you came here.
You encouraged Mary,
all of us, to think...
Forgive me, but I came to express
my sympathies and my friendship,
nothing more.
Lady Mary is a charming person.
Whoever marries her
will be a lucky man.
He will not, however, be me.
I see. And what was it that you
asked me to stay behind to hear?
I forget.
Aren't you coming
into the drawing room?
I-I'm tired. I think
I'll just slip away.
Please make my excuses.
I'm afraid I've worn you out.
- Tomorrow, we can just...
- I'm leaving in the morning.
Good night.
Oh, you might tell that footman...
- Thomas.
- Thomas.

You might tell him I've gone up.

So he slipped the hook.
At least I'M not
fishing with no bait!
I don't believe that!
Well, believe what you like.
He won't break the entail.
The unknown cousin
gets everything and
and Mary's inheritance will
be the same as it always was.
How was I to know?
When the lawyer...
You weren't to. You did the
right thing to telegraph me.
- It's just not going to come off.
- So what now?
Well, you, you know how I'm fixed.
I have to have an heiress
if it means going to
New York to find one.
What about me?
You...You will wish me well.
You said you'd find me a job
if I wanted to leave.
And do you?
I want to be a valet. I'm
sick of being a footman.
Thomas, I don't need a valet.
I thought you were getting
rid of the new one here.
I've done it, but
I'm not sure Carson's
going to let me take over.
I want to be with you.
I just can't see
it working, can you?
We don't have the basis of a
servant-master relationship, do we?
- You came here to be with ME!
- Among other reasons.
And...one swallow
doesn't make a summer.
Aren't you forgetting something?
What?
Are you threatening me?
Because of a youthful dalliance?
A few weeks of madness
in a London Season?
You wouldn't hold that
against me, surely?
I would if I have to.

And who'd believe a greedy

footman over the words of a Duke?
If you're not careful,
you'll end up behind bars.
I've got proof.
Do you mean these?
You know, my mother's always telling
me, never put anything in writing.
And now, thanks to
you, I never will again.
How did you get them, you bastard?
No need to be a bad loser, Thomas.
Go to bed.
Unless you want to stay?
I think I'll turn in.
No big announcement, then?
No, nor likely to be. He's
off on the nine o'clock train.
He never is?
And when we've had a turkey
killed for tomorrow's dinner!
- I wonder what she did wrong.
- She did nothing wrong,
not from the way his
Lordship was talking.
So his Grace turned
out to be graceless!
- Good night, Mrs. Hughes.
- Goodnight, Mr. Carson.
If you knew that was your
decision, why put Mary through it?
But I didn't know it was my decision,
my final decision, until tonight.
But I find I cannot ruin the estate
or hollow out the title
for the sake of Mary,
even with a better man than that.
I try to understand. I just can't.
Why should you? Downton is in my blood
and in my bones, it's not in yours.
And I can no more be the
cause of its destruction
than I could betray my country.
Besides, how was I to know he
wouldn't take her without the money?
Don't pretend to be a
child because it suits you.
Do you think she would have been
happy, with a fortune hunter?
She might have been.
I was!
Have you been happy?

Really? Have I made you happy?

Yes.
That is,
since you fell in love with me,
which if I remember correctly was
about a year after we were married.
Not a year. Not as long as that.
But it wouldn't have
happened for Mary.
Why not?
Because I am so much nicer
than the Duke of Crowborough.
I'll be the judge of that.
Just don't think I'm going
to let it rest, Robert.
I haven't given up, by any means.
I must do what my
conscience tells me.
And so must I.
And I don't want you to
think I'll let it rest.
my Lord, would it be acceptable for
Bates to ride in front with Taylor?
Otherwise it means
getting the other car out.
He and his Grace are
catching the same train.
Perfectly acceptable.
And if his Grace doesn't
like it, he can lump it.
You've been so kind, Lady Grantham.
Thank you.
Goodbye, Duke.
You'll make my farewells to
your delightful daughters?
They'd have been down if they'd
known you are leave so soon.
Alas, something's come up which
has taken me quite by surprise.
Obviously.
Well, Grantham, this has been
a highly enjoyable interlude.
Has it? And I feared it
had proved a disappointment.
Not at all, not at all.
My stay in your lovely house
has driven away my cares.
We ought to go, my Lord, if
His Grace is to catch the train.
Goodbye, Bates. And good luck.
Good luck to you, my Lord.
Wait!

Get out, Bates.

I really mustn't be late.
Get back inside and we'll
say no more about it.
It wasn't right, Carson.
I just didn't think it was right.
- First post, Ma'am.
- Thank you, Ellen.
- One for you.
- Oh. Thank you, Mother.
- It's from Lord Grantham.
- Really?
What on earth does he want?
He wants to change our lives.
Welcome to Downton.
- Why are you so against him?
- He isn't one of us.
I stole. I'm a thief.
You have my resignation.
For once in your life,
will you please just listen?
No-one can foresee
the future, Doctor.
Not you, not I and
certainly not Mrs. Crawley.
Oh, no. You're far too busy,
and I wouldn't want to push in.
Here we are, ma'am. Crawley House.
For good or ill.
I still don't see why I
couldn't just refuse it.
There's no mechanism
for you to do so.
You WILL be an earl, you
WILL inherit the estate.
Of course, you can throw it away
when you have it, that's up to you.
Can I help?
I'm Molesley, sir.
Your butler and valet.
- Mr. Molesley, I'm afraid...
- May I introduce ourselves?
I am Mrs. Crawley, and this is
my son, Mr. Matthew Crawley.
I'll just give Mr. Taylor
a hand with the cases.
- I can...
- Thank you, Molesley.
I won't let them change me.
Why would they want to?
Mother, Lord Grantham has
made the unwelcome discovery

that his heir

is a middle-class lawyer
- and the son of a middle class doctor.
- Upper middle class.
He wants to limit the damage by
turning me into one of his own kind.
When you met him in
London you liked him.
I simply do not understand
why we are rushing into this.
Matthew Crawley is my heir.
Patrick was your heir.
He never lived here.
Patrick was in and out of this
house since the day he was born.
You saw how many of the village
turned out for the service.
- Nothing's settled yet. It
- Is settled, my dearest one,
whether you like it or not.
I wouldn't say that.
Not while your mother breathes air.
Oh, Ellen,
this is much better than
I thought it would be.
- You have done well.
- Thank you, ma'am.
Would you like this in here,
ma'am, or taken up to your room?
In here, thank you.
So, are you the whole
of our new household?
There's a local girl, ma'am, Beth.
She's to double under-housemaid
and kitchen maid.
- This is ridiculous.
- Thank you very much, Molesley.
- Might we have some tea?
- Very good, ma'am.
- Well, he can go right now.
- Why?
Because we do not need a butler,
or a valet if it comes to that.
We've always managed perfectly
well with a cook and a maid,
- and they cannot expect us to...
- What they expect, Matthew,
is that we won't know how to
behave, so if you don't mind
I would rather not
confirm their expectations.
I have to be myself, Mother.

I'll be no use to anyone

if I can't be myself.
And before they, or you,
get any ideas,
- I will choose my own wife.
- What on earth do you mean?
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.
- Lady Mary.
- Cousin Mary, please.
Mama has sent me down to welcome you
and to ask you dine with us tonight.
Unless you're too tired.
- We would be delighted.
- Good.
Come at eight.
Won't you stay and have some tea?
Oh, no. You're far too busy.
And I wouldn't want to push in.
Lynch, I think we'll go
back by the South Lodge.
Very good, m'lady.
Lady Mary, I hope you
didn't misunderstand me.
I was only joking.
Of course. And I agree.
The whole thing is a complete joke.
So what do you think
we'll make of them?
I shouldn't think much.
She hasn't even got a lady's maid.
It's not a capital offence.
She's got a maid. Her name's Ellen.
She's not a lady's maid.
She's just a housemaid
that fastens hooks and
buttons when she has to.
There's more to it
than that, you know.
Daisy!
We want some very precise
reporting when dinner's over.
- Are we to treat him as the heir?
- Are we 'eck as like!
A doctor's son from Manchester?!
He'll be lucky if he gets
a civil word out of me.
We're ALL lucky if we get

a civil word out of you.

Gwen, parcel for you.
Came by evening post.
Thank you, Mr. Carson.
William.
Have you seen them yet, Mr. Carson?
By "them", I assume you mean the
new family. In which case, no.
I have that pleasure to
look forward to this evening.
Daisy, did you hear me call or
have you gone selectively deaf?
- No, Mrs. Patmore.
Then might I remind you
we are preparing dinner
for your future employer?
And if it goes wrong,
I'll be telling them why!
Why are they here at all
when you're going to undo it?
Your father's not
convinced it can be undone.
But you'll still try.
Granny and I are willing to try.
And Papa is not?
We'll bring him round, you'll see.
We're trying to find a
lawyer who'll take it on.
So what are they like?
She's nice enough,
but he's...very full of himself.
- Why do you say that?
- Just an impression.
Let's go down and you
can decide for yourself.
Hello again.
It's a pleasure to meet
you at last, Mrs. Crawley.
We're delighted to be here.
- Aren't we, Matthew?
- Delighted.
Welcome to Downton.
Thank you. You've been so kind.
What a reception committee!
Yes. Thank you.
This is Carson. We'd
all be lost without him.
Mama, may I present Matthew Crawley
and Mrs. Crawley?
My mother, Lady Grantham.
What should we call each other?
Well, we could always start with

Mrs. Crawley and Lady Grantham.

Come into the drawing room and
we can make all the introductions.
<i>Thank you, Carson.</i>
Do you think you'll
enjoy village life?
It'll be very quiet
after life in the city.
Even Manchester.
I'm sure I'll find
something to keep me busy.
- You might like the hospital.
- What sort of hospital is it?
How many beds?
Well, it isn't really a hospital.
Don't let Dr. Clarkson hear you.
He thinks it's second
only to St Thomas's.
It's a cottage hospital, of
course, but quite well equipped.
Who pays for it?
Oh, good. Let's talk about money!
My father gave the building
and an endowment to run it.
In a way, he set
up his own memorial.
But how splendid.
And Mr. Lloyd George's new
insurance measures will help.
Please don't speak that man's name.
We are about to eat.
I will hold it steady and
you can help yourself, sir.
Yes, I know.
Thank you.
You'll soon get used to the
way things are done here.
If you mean that I am accustomed
to a very different life from this,
then that is true.
What will you do with your time?
I've got a job in Ripon.
I said I'll start tomorrow.
A job?!
In a partnership. You might have
heard of it. Harvell and Carter.
They need someone who understands
industrial law, I'm glad to say.
Although I'm afraid most of it
will be wills and conveyancing.
You do know I mean to involve
you in the running of the estate?

Well, don't worry. There are

plenty of hours in the day.
And of course I'll
have the weekend.
We'll discuss this later.
We mustn't bore the ladies.
What is a weekend?
- Why shouldn't he be a lawyer?
- Gentlemen don't work, silly.
Not real gentlemen.
- Don't listen to her, Daisy.
- No, listen to me!
And take those kidneys
up to the servery before I
knock you down and serve
your brains as fritters!
Yes, Mrs. Patmore!
I wonder what that Mr.
Molesley makes of them.
Poor old Molesley. I pity
the man who's taken that job.
Then why did you apply for it?
I thought it might help me
to get away from you, Mr. Bates.
I'm so interested
to see the hospital.
Well, you would be, with
your late husband a doctor.
Not just my husband.
My father and brother too, and I
trained as a nurse during the war.
Fancy.
I'd love to be
involved in some way.
Well, you could always help with
the bring-and-buy sale next month.
That would be most appreciated.
I should say so.
She's a match for the old lady.
She wasn't going to give in.
What old lady are you
referring to, Thomas?
You cannot mean her ladyship
the Dowager Countess.
Not if you wish to
remain in this house.
No, Mr. Carson.
William.
Are you aware the seam at
your shoulder is coming apart?
I-I felt it go a bit earlier
on. I'll mend it when we turn in.

You will mend it now! And you

will never again appear in public
- in a similar state of undress!
- No, Mr. Carson.
To progress in your
chosen career, William,
you must remember that a
good servant at all times
retains a sense of pride and dignity
that reflects the pride and
dignity of the family he serves.
And never make me
remind you of it again.
I'll do it.
And cheer up. We've all
had a smack from Mr. Carson.
You'll be the butler
yourself one day.
- Then you'll do the smacking.
- I could never be like him.
I bet he comes from
a line of butlers
that goes back to the Conqueror.
He learned his business,
and so will you.
Even Mr. Carson wasn't
born standing to attention.
I hope not, for his mother's sake.
This was at the back door.
Thank you, William.
It's kind of you
to take an interest.
I'm afraid it's a case of
the warhorse and the drum.
You know my late
husband was a doctor.
I do. I'm familiar
with Dr. Crawley's work
on the symptoms of
infection in children.
Even I studied nursing
during the South African war.
Really?
Very distressing.
Young farmer. John Drake.
Tenant of Lord Grantham's.
He came in today.
It's dropsy, I'm afraid.
- May I see him?
- Yes, by all means.
Is the dropsy of the
liver or the heart?

Everything points to the heart.

Alright, Mr. Drake.
You're in safe hands now.
What will happen to his wife?
She may try to keep the farm on.
Grantham is not a
harsh landlord, but...
her children are young.
What can I do to help?
If I'm to live in this village,
I must have an occupation.
Please. Let me be useful.
He chooses his clothes himself.
He puts them out at night
and hangs the ones he's worn.
I get to take the linen down to
the laundry, but that's about all.
That's all?
"I'll do this," he says. "I'll
take the other." "I'll tie that."
And I'm just stood
there like a chump,
watching a man get dressed.
To be honest, Mr. Bates,
I don't see the point of it.
- I thought you didn't like him.
- So what?
I have plenty of
friends I don't like.
Would you want Mary
to marry one of them?
Why do you always have to pretend
to be nicer than the rest of us?
Perhaps I am.
Then pity your wife,
whose fortune must go
to this odd young man
who talks about weekends and jobs.
If Mary were to marry him,
then all would be resolved.
- What have you got there?
- Nothing.
What kind of nothing?
You haven't got an admirer.
I might have. Why shouldn't I?
Don't tell Mrs. Hughes.
She'll bring the vicar
round to have you exorcised.
How are we supposed
to find husbands
if we're never allowed to see
any men?

Perhaps she thinks

the stork brings them.
'Ey, Lady Mary's in for a surprise.
Thomas was in the library when
old Violet came in from the garden.
Seems they want to fix
her up with Mr. Crawley.
Well, it makes sense. She
was gonna marry Mr. Patrick.
Would she have, though,
when it came to it?
That's the question.
Ah, there you are, dear.
I was hoping you'd be home in time.
In time for what?
I've been paid the
compliment of a visit.
- Hello!
- Good afternoon, Cousin Matthew.
Good afternoon.
We were just saying how
charming this room is now.
Mm. It always seemed rather dark
when my mother-in-law lived here.
But then she made
everything rather dark!
Sir.
No, thank you.
- Cup of tea, sir?
- It's alright, I'll help myself.
So, Molesley,
how do you find being home again?
Your father must
be glad you're back.
He is, your ladyship.
- Might I give you this cup?
- Ma'am.
I'm afraid we must be going.
Thank you.
You'll think about it?
Oh. I thought no one was here.
Can I help, Mr. Carson?
No. No thank you, Anna.
May I?
I must compliment
you, Mrs. Crawley.
When you made your offer I thought
you might be a Great Lady Nurse
and faint at the sight of blood,
but I see you're
made of sterner stuff.
It's definitely the heart.

It's almost too

quiet to hear at all.
I'm afraid so.
I've been thinking about
the treatments that are available.
Considerable success has been
achieved over the last few years
by draining the pericardial
sac of the excess fluid
and administering adrenalin.
Mrs. Crawley, I appreciate
your thoroughness...
But you're unwilling to try it?
Injection of adrenalin is a
comparatively new procedure.
It's a while ago now, but
I saw my husband do it.
- I know how.
- Please, Mrs. Crawley,
don't force me to be uncivil.
We will be setting
an impossible precedent.
When every villager could...
could demand the
latest fad in treatment
for each new cut and graze.
I would remind you that we're
not talking of a cut or a graze,
but the loss of a man's life
and the ruin of his family.
Of course.
But I beg you to see
that it is not reasonable.
I'm sorry, but I have standards.
I've just seen
something ever so odd.
If anyone thinks I'm going to
pull my forelock and curtsey
to this Mr. Nobody from nowhere...
O'Brien!
Were you discussing Mr. Crawley?
Yes, m'lady.
Is it your place to do so?
I've got my opinions,
m'lady, same as anybody.
Can I help your ladyship?
This is the button we're
missing from my new evening coat.
I found it lying on the gravel.
But... I was shocked
at the talk I heard as I came in.
Mr. Crawley is his

lordship's cousin and heir.

You will, therefore, please accord
him the respect he is entitled to.
But you don't like
him yourself, m'lady.
You never wanted him...
You're sailing perilously
close to the wind, O'Brien.
If we're to be friends, you
will not speak in that way again
about the Crawleys or any
member of Lord Grantham's family.
Now I'm going up to rest.
Wake me at the dressing gong.
I don't think that's fair.
Not here in the servants' hall.
I agree. If she was a real lady,
she wouldn't have come down here.
She'd have rung for me
and given me the button.
This isn't her territory. We
can say what we like down here.
- Who says?
- The law.
And parliament.
There is such a
thing as free speech.
Not when I'm in charge!
Don't push your luck, Thomas.
Now, tea's over. Back to work.
You'd better take this.
Friends!
Who does she think she's fooling?
We're not friends.
- No?
- No!
And you're not friends
with the girls neither.
We're servants, you and me.
And they pay us to do as
we're told. That's all.
- May I...?
- I can manage.
Where have I put my cuff links?
- I thought these would make a change.
- Where are my usual ones?
I know I'm a disappointment
to you, Molesley,
but it's no good.
I'll never get used to being dressed
like a doll.
- I'm only trying to help, sir.

- 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

forced to give away all her money

to a distant cousin
of her husband's.
Not in the th century.
It's too ludicrous for words.
It's not as simple as that.
The money isn't mine anymore.
- It forms a part of the estate.
- Even so, when a judge hears...
For once in your life,
will you please just listen!
I believe there's an answer.
Which would secure your future
and give you a position.
You can't be serious.
Just think about it.
I don't have to think about it!
Marry a man who can barely hold
his knife like a gentleman?!
Oh, you exaggerate!
You're American, you don't
understand these things.
Have you mentioned this
to Granny? Did she laugh?
Why would she? It was her idea.
Have you been able to explore
the village?
Indeed I have.
And I thought the hospital
a great credit to
your father's memory.
But I'm afraid the good doctor
and I did not see eye to eye.
Oh! You amaze me!
He's treating one of your
tenants, John Drake, for dropsy.
But seems reluctant to embrace
some of the newer treatments.
Drake is a good man and
far too young to die,
but I suppose the doctor
knows his business.
Not as well as Mrs.
Crawley, apparently.
By the way, if ever you want
to ride, just let Lynch know
and he'll sort it out for you.
Oh, Papa,
Cousin Matthew doesn't ride.
I ride.
- And do you hunt?
- No, I don't hunt.

I dare say there's not much

opportunity in Manchester!
Are you a hunting family?
Families like ours are
always hunting families.
Not always. Billy Skelton
won't have them on his land.
But all the Skeltons are mad.
- Do you hunt?
- Occasionally.
I suppose you're more interested
in books than country sports.
I probably am.
You'll tell me that's
rather unhealthy.
Not unhealthy. Just unusual.
Among our kind of people.
I'm changing round
the dessert services.
We're missing a sugar sifter.
I know I put three out.
I was talking to Anna earlier.
Why? What's she been saying?
- Whatever's the matter?
- What did Anna say?
Only that she thinks
Thomas is bullying William.
Ah. Yes, she may have a point.
I'll keep an eye out.
Here it is.
I've been studying the story of
Andromeda. Do you know it?
- Why?
- Her father was King Cepheus,
whose country was
being ravaged by storms.
And in the end, he decided
the only way to appease the gods
was to sacrifice his eldest daughter
to a hideous sea monster.
So they chained her
naked to a rock...
Really, Mary!
We'll all need our
smelling salts in a minute.
But the sea monster
didn't get her, did he?
No.
Just when it seemed he was the only
solution to her father's problems,
she was rescued.
- By Perseus.

- 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.

Did the dinner go well?

Oh, well enough.
They won't make a match between
them, if that's what they're thinking.
Lady Mary doesn't like him.
And why should she like the
man she's been passed over for?
And why has she been?
- That's what I'd like to know.
- It's the law.
Well, it's a wicked law.
Why does Mr. Carson let you do that?
Because my dad was a clock maker.
Did you really ask him for
the job with the Crawleys?
I'm sick of being a footman.
I'd rather be a footman
than wait on someone
who ought to be a footman himself.
But Mr. Carson shouldn't
have told Bates.
How are things with Lady G?
Same as usual.
Yes m'lady, no m'lady,
three bags full.
I'd like to give her three bags
full, preferably on a dark night.
Will you hand in your notice?
And let her ruin me
with a nasty reference?
Oh, I think not.
I don't want to exaggerate. She's
been very generous, in many ways.
Generous?
To instruct you
in your own practice?
She may even have a point.
But it does not
seem to me realistic.
Well, nor is it!
Put an end to her meddling.
I am your President and
I say get rid of her.
Will that not be awkward?
She's planning to stay in the
village for the foreseeable future.
No one can foresee the future,
Doctor.
Not you, not I, and
certainly not Mrs. Crawley.
You do not love the place yet.
- Well, obviously it's...

- No, you don't love it.

You see a million
bricks that may crumble,
a thousand gutters and pipes
that may block and leak,
and stone that will
crack in the frost.
But you don't?
I see my life's work.
Was it ever in danger?
Many times.
My dear Papa thought the balloon
would go up in the s.
What saved it?
Cora.
Where is everyone?
They've gone down to the village.
Some travelling salesman set
up at the pub for the afternoon.
Alone at last.
We shouldn't be
without both footmen.
Does Mr. Carson know?
Mrs. Hughes does.
She's gone with them.
They won't be long.
So, you see to the girls
and you're supposed
to be head housemaid.
You should put in for a raise.
What do you mean "supposed to be"?
I said they shouldn't
have let both footmen go.
Well, you'll have to answer it.
Mr. Carson wouldn't like a
maid answering the front door.
Sorry to have kept
you waiting, sir.
I'm here to see Lord Grantham.
- Is he expecting you?
- No.
But he'll be very interested
in what I have to tell him.
His lordship is not at home, but
if you will leave your name...
Don't come all high
and mighty with me.
I don't know who you are, but
you're certainly not the butler
so don't try and make out you are.
How do you know?
Because Charlie Carson's

the butler round here.

Does your business concern him?
It might do.
Excuse me for one moment, sir.
Fetch Mr. Carson
as fast as you can.
Use the front door.
- If you would like to follow me, sir.
- No, no.
If you think you're
tucking me away somewhere
you've got another think coming.
- You'll be more comfortable, sir.
- Sorry, chum.
Oh, aye,
I'll not mind waiting in here.
Bates?
This gentlemen is an acquaintance
of Mr. Carson, m'lady.
What's he doing in here?
He says he has urgent
business with his lordship.
Urgent.
I've sent for Mr.
Carson to come at once.
Then I'll stay with you.
In case explanations are needed.
(Thank you.)
Mr. Carson!
You're needed at
once in the library.
How long are you
expecting me to wait?
I'm a very busy man, you know.
If you could just be patient
for a little longer, sir.
May I ask who this is and
precisely what is going on?
<i>Mr. Bates, what are you...</i>
I'm sorry, your lordship.
- Mr. Bates, you may go now.
- Stay where you are.
Nobody's going anywhere.
Do I take it you know this man?
Don't try and deny it.
No, I won't deny it.
I do know him, my lord,
but not what he is
doing in the library.
I tried to take him downstairs out of
sight, Mr. Carson. But he wouldn't come.
Yes, thank you,

that was thoughtful.

But who is he?
Will you tell him, or shall I?
His name is Charles Grigg.
We worked together at one time.
Oh, I'm a little more than
that, aren't I, Charlie?
- We're like brothers, him and me.
- We are not like brothers.
We were a double act.
On the halls.
You were on the stage?!
Carson, is this true?
It is, my lord.
The Cheerful Charlies,
that's what they called us.
We did quite well, didn't we?
Until you couldn't keep
your hands out of the till.
- Would you like us to go, Mr. Carson?
- No.
You know it now.
You might as well bear witness
to my shame.
He turned up in the village
with no warning some days ago.
On the run. Asking for somewhere
to hide and, of course, for money.
God in heaven.
He is wanted for some petty crime,
of which he is, of course, guilty.
Here, steady on.
He threatened... to expose my past,
to make me a laughing
stock in this house.
And in my vanity and pride,
I gave him what he wanted.
You did not!
I put him in an empty cottage
and fed him from the kitchens.
I couldn't buy food in the village,
it would raise to many questions.
I stole.
I'm a thief.
She...saw it.
- I've never have said anything, Mr....
- And now my disgrace is complete.
My lord, you have my resignation.
Really, Carson, there's no need
to be quite so melodramatic.
You're not playing Sidney Carton.
So why have you come here

if he has done everything

you asked of him?
Because he hasn't.
He wouldn't give me any money.
If I had, how could I prevent
his returning to Downton
once it was spent?
My dear Mr. Grigg...
Oh, it's nice to see
someone's got some manners.
Hold your tongue!
I'll tell you what
is going to happen.
When I have given you , you
will leave Downton immediately
and we will never
set eyes on you again.
I'll have to see about that.
If you return to this area,
I will personally ensure your
conviction for theft and blackmail.
- Just a minute.
- You will serve from five to years
in His Majesty's custody.
You think you're such
a big man, don't you?
Just cos you're a lord, you think
you can do what you like with me.
I think it...
... because it is true.
You'll not always be
in charge, you know!
The day is coming when your
lot will have to tow the line
- just like the rest of us!
- Perhaps.
But happily for Carson,
that day has not come yet.
I... take it my resignation
has not been accepted.
My dear fellow, we all have chapters
we would rather keep unpublished.
To be honest, Carson...
... I'm rather impressed.
Did you really sing and
dance in front of an audience?
I did.
And do you ever miss it?
Not in the least, my lord.
Poor Mr. Carson.
We'll have to treat him like a
god for a month to calm his nerves.

He'll be afraid this will

change the way we think of him.
- Then we mustn't let it.
- Oh, but it will.
The Cheerful Charlies?!
For all his talk of dignity,
we know his story now.
- And admire him more because of it.
- Maybe.
But it will change the way we
think of him. It always does.
I don't see why.
I shouldn't care what
I found out about you,
whatever it was.
It wouldn't alter
my opinion one bit.
But it would. It certainly would.
<i>We're running out of options!</i>
The lawyers I write
to only huff and puff.
They echo Murray and
say nothing can be done.
Or they don't want the
bother of opposing him.
Precisely.
I wish Mary wasn't so confident
it could all be put right.
Meanwhile, we have to watch
that dreadful woman
parade around the village
as if she owned it.
- I think she means well.
- Meaning well is not enough.
Poor Dr. Clarkson.
What has he done to
deserve that termagant?
I think he's in for an
uncomfortable afternoon.
Really? Why?
On my way here, I saw
her go into the hospital.
She looked extremely determined.
Not as determined as I am.
I have the adrenalin
here in my hand.
Will you really deny the
man his chance of life?
I just wish it was a treatment
I was more familiar with.
Will that serve as your
excuse when he dies?

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.

My mother's expecting me.

In fact, I've been meaning to
speak to you about Molesley.
Would you find me very ungrateful
if I dispensed with his services?
Why? Has he displeased you
in some way?
Not at all. It's simply that he's
superfluous to our style of living.
Is that quite fair?
To deprive a man of his livelihood
when he's done nothing wrong?
- Well, I wouldn't quite put it...
- Your mother derives satisfaction
from her work at the hospital, I
think, some sense of self-worth?
- Well, certainly.
- Would you really
deny the same to poor old Molesley?
And when you are master here, is the
butler to be dismissed, or the footman?
How many maids or kitchen
staff will be allowed to stay?
Or must every one be driven out?
We all have different
parts to play, Matthew.
And we must all be
allowed to play them.
<i>Why must we all go to the hospital?</i>
I'm afraid Papa wants
to teach Granny a lesson.
Poor Granny. A month ago,
these people were strangers.
Now she must share power with the
mother and I must marry the son.
You won't marry him
though, will you?
What, marry a sea monster?
We shouldn't laugh.
That's so unkind.
But he must marry someone.
Edith, what are you thinking?
You know, I don't dislike
him as much as you do.
Perhaps you don't
dislike him at all.
Perhaps I don't.
Well, it's nothing to me.
I've bigger fish to fry.
What fish? Are we talking about E-N?
How do you know that? Have you
been poking around in my things?

Of course not. Come on.

Who is he? It's not
fair if you both know.
You won't be any the wiser,
but his name is Evelyn Napier.
The Honourable Evelyn Napier.
Son and heir to Viscount Branksome.
Who wants an old sea monster
when they can have Perseus?
If you're going to the ceremony,
I thought we might walk together.
Certainly I'm going.
I want to see the old bat's
face when they announce it.
I must try not to
look too cheerful.
Or shouldn't I talk like
that in your presence?
Do you find me very ridiculous,
Mrs. Hughes?
Putting on airs and
graces I've no right to?
What's brought this on?
Nothing.
Except at times I wonder
if I'm just a sad old fool.
Mr. Carson,
you are a man of
integrity and honour,
who raises the tone of this
household by being part of it.
So no more of that, please.
<i>Come on! We mustn't be late!</i>
I wondered if you'd like
to walk with me down to...
Is Thomas going?
Well, I think everyone is.
Sorry, what were you saying?
Nothing. Doesn't matter.
Put this away before you go.
- And never mind your flirting!
- I wasn't flirting. Not with him.
William's not a bad lad.
He's nice enough,
but he isn't like Thomas.
No, he's not.
Cuff links, sir?
Those are a dull option
for such an occasion.
Don't you agree?
Might I suggest the
crested pair, sir?

They seem more appropriate,

if you don't mind me saying.
They're a bit fiddly. I
wonder if you could help me.
Certainly, sir.
Oh, I see you got that mark out
of the sleeve. How did you do it?
I tried it with this and tried
it with that until it yielded.
Very well done.
Thank you, sir.
You go in, Mrs. Hughes. I want
a quick word with Mr. Bates here.
Mr. Bates.
I must thank you,
both for what you did
and for keeping silent afterwards.
It was kind of you, and Anna.
It was nothing, Mr. Carson.
Well, I hope you don't
judge me too harshly.
I don't judge you at all. I have
no right to judge you, or any man.
Ladies and gentlemen,
welcome to this happy event..
the investiture of our first
Chairwoman, Mrs. Reginald Crawley,
who has graciously agreed to share
the duties of our beloved President,
the Dowager Countess of Grantham.
Our little hospital must
surely grow and thrive
with two such doughty
champions united as they are
by the strongest ties of
all... family and friendship.
Lady Mary Crawley, I presume.
Mary has more suitors tonight
than the Princess Aurora.
Is that one mine?
I hope the day's living
up to your expectations.
Exceeding them in every way.
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Episode
There you are, Mr. Bates,
it's in. Came this morning.
They said it would,
which isn't quite the same thing.

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'll see you at dinner.

You don't seem very pleased.
I'm pleased.
It's not brilliant, but I'm pleased.
So...?
I don't want Robert
to use a marriage
as an excuse to stop fighting for
Mary's inheritance.
It won't make any difference.
I don't think he has the slightest
intention of fighting as it is.
The price of saving Downton is to
accept Matthew Crawley as his heir.
What about you?
I don't dislike Matthew
in fact, I rather admire him.
Is that sufficient reason
to give him your money?
Of course not. Then there's nothing
more to be said.
Are we going to have tea or not?
Hello.
I'd offer you a lift, if I could.
It was you I was coming to see.
Then, your timing is matchless.
I've just got off the train.
The other day at dinner,
cousin Isobel was saying you wanted
to see some of the local churches.
She's right, I do.
I want to know more about the county
generally if I'm to live here.
Well, I thought I might show you
a few of the nearer ones.
We could take a picnic and make an
outing of it.
- That's very kind.
- Nonsense, I'll enjoy it.
It's too long since I played
the tourist.
Well, it would have
to be a Saturday.
Churches work on Sunday and I work
all the weekdays. [G COMEA AQUI]
Then, Saturday it is.
I'll get Lynch to sort out the
governess cart
and I'll pick you up at about .
How does it work? It's easy.
You just press the letters
and they print on the paper.

Get back, please.

They were trying to hide it,
so I knew it was wrong.
Where's Gwen now?
Doing the dining room with Anna.
They'll be finished soon.
Then I'll wait.
With all due respect, Mr. Carson,
Gwen is under my jurisdiction.
Indeed she is, Mrs. Hughes,
and I have no intention of
usurping your authority.
I merely want to get to
the bottom of it.
Why shouldn't Gwen
have a typewriter?
- Mind your own business.
- What's that doing here?
Gwen, come in.
Why is that down here? Who's been
in my room? They had no right.
See, in the first place, none of the
rooms in this house belong to you.
And, in the second, I am in charge
of your welfare,
- and that gives me every right.
- This is you, isn't it?
All we want is to know what Gwen
wants with a typewriter
and why she feels the need
to keep it secret.
She wants to keep it private,
not secret.
- There's a difference.
- Amen.
I've done nothing to be ashamed of.
I've bought a typewriter
and I've taken a postal
course in shorthand.
I'm not aware that either
of these actions is illegal.
Will you tell us why?
Preferably without any more cheek.
Because I want to leave service.
I want to be a secretary.
You want to leave service?
- What's wrong with being in service?
- Nothing's wrong with it
and there's nothing wrong with
mending roads neither,
but it's not what I want to do.
I should remind you that

there are plenty of young girls

who would be glad of a position
in this house.
When I hand in my notice,
I shall be happy to think one of
them will be taking my place.
What makes you think
we'll wait till then?
Are you hiring and sacking now,
Miss O'Brien?
I thought that lay with Mr. Carson
and Mrs. Hughes.
Enough of this. I'm going to ring
the dressing gong
and we'll have no more talk of this
tonight.
Can I have my machine back now?
Very well, but I wish I was sure
you know what you're doing.
Daisy, what's happened to you?
I said you could go for
a drink of water,
not a trip up the Nile.
Which churches will you show him?
I can't decide.
Kirby, possibly,
or perhaps Easingwold.
You don't think you're being
a bit obvious?
Coming from you, that's rich.
There was a letter from Mr. Napier
in the evening post.
- Did he accept?
- Not yet.
Perhaps he thought it was
too obvious.
Apparently he's bringing a friend
with him,
an attache at the Turkish Embassy.
A Mr. Kemal Pamuk.
He's the son of one of the sultan's
ministers
and he's here for the Albanian talks.
- What's that?
- To create an independent Albania.
Don't you read the papers?
I'm too busy living a life.
Since Turkey's signature is vital,
Mr. Napier's been given the job of
keeping him happy
until the conference begins.
He's eager to try an English hunt.

I shall invite this Mr. Pamuk

to stay here as well.
Who knows? A little hospitality
in an English house
may make all the difference
to the outcome.
And, Mary,
you will ride out with him.
Oh, Mama, must I?
My boots are at the menders
and I haven't ridden for weeks.
Anna, please see that Lady Mary
is fully equipped to go hunting.
Yes, Your Ladyship.
Yes?
I saw this advertisement
for a limp corrector.
Yes?
What does it do, exactly?
It corrects limps.
- Does it work?
- Well, as I make it and I advertise it,
is it likely I'd say no?
Could I see one?
Here we are.
You adjust this to the right height,
to minimise the limp.
You tighten these, gradually,
as tight as you can stand.
As the leg straightens,
the foot lowers to the floor.
Can't say it's gonna be easy
and you can't slack.
Every day, all day,
if you mean business.
All right.
How much?
She asks if we can both dine
on Saturday.
There are two young men staying,
so you won't be so outnumbered
for once.
What men?
A Turkish diplomat called...
something I can't read
and Lord Branksome's charming son,
who's to be flung at Mary,
presumably.
When it comes to cousin Mary,
she's quite capable of doing
her own flinging, I assure you.
Open the door, can you?

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.

It's my wonderful complexion,

inherited from my Irish mother.[]
Take it. Take it. Don't dawdle.
His Lordship... William...
Sir.
Very good.
- Can you see them, milady?
- Not yet.
Oh, wait a minute.
Here's Mr. Napier.
I was beginning to give up on you.
- We're moving off.
- We were fools not to accept
your mother's invitation and
send the horses down early.
My groom only got here
an hour or two ago,
my mount's as jumpy
as a deb at her first ball.
What about Mr. Pamuk?
I gather, if he takes a tumble,
you'll be endangering world peace.
Don't worry about Kemal,
he knows what he's doing on a horse.
- Well, where is he?
- Fussing.
He's rather a dandy.
I can see him now, a funny little
foreigner, with a wide, cheeky grin
and hair reeking of pomade.
I wouldn't quite say that.
Here he is now.
Lady Mary Crawley, I presume.
You presume right.
Sorry to be so dishevelled.
We've been on a train since dawn
and we had to change in a shed.
You don't look dishevelled to me.
- Lynch, you don't have to stay with me.
- But His Lordship asked me to.
It's a waste of your day.
Help Mr. Napier's man get
their things back to the house.
- His Lordship said
- Don't worry, I'll look after her.
We'll make it our business
to keep her from harm, I promise.
I hope the day is living up to
your expectations.
It's exceeding them in every way.
- And where's Mr. Napier?
- He's gone over the bridge, look.

And what about you?

Will you follow him?
Or will you come over the jump
with me?
I was never much one
for going round by the road.
Stay by me and we'll take it
together.
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?
The side aisles were added in the
th century
by...Bishop Richard De Warren.
Yes, you can see that in the
treatment of the stone.
It's wonderful to think of all those
men and women
worshipping together through the
centuries, isn't it?
Dreaming and hoping...
Much as we do, I suppose.
Was the screen a Cromwell casualty?
I daresay.
I wonder how Mary's getting on.
All right, I should think.
- Why?
- Oh, I just wondered.
Will she stay with
the hunt the whole day?
You know Mary.
She likes to be in at the kill.
Where shall we go next?
- Not home?
- Not yet.
We've time for one more, at
least, before we lose the light.
I underestimated your enthusiasm.
Come on.
Is that one mine?
"Home is the hunter,
home from the hill".
Heavens, you have been in the wars.
Papa, this is Mr. Pamuk.
- My father, Lord Grantham.
- How do you do, milord?
- Did you have a good day?
- Couldn't have been better.
This is Thomas, sir.

He'll be looking after you.

- You remember Mr. Napier.
- Of course. How are you?
So kind of you to
have us, Lady Grantham.
And this is Mr. Pamuk.
- How do you do?
- Milady.
Well, what would you like?
Just baths, we're worn out.
Your cases are upstairs, sir.
- If you'd like to follow me...
- Yes.
<i>Well, I hope Mary hasn't left
you too exhausted, Mr. Napier.</i>
<i>No.</i>
He doesn't look Turkish at all.
He doesn't look like any
Englishman I've ever met.
Worse luck.
I think he's beautiful.
Is there some crisis,
of which I am unaware?
No, Mr. Carson.
I cannot think of another reason
why you should congregate here.
No, Mr. Carson.
Have you seen our visitor?
Quite a treat for the ladies.
Indeed, milord.
- Are they settled in all right?
- I believe so.
Mr. Napier's valet
seems competent fellow
and Thomas knows what he's doing.
Why doesn't the gorgeous
Turk have his own chap?
Apparently his man
speaks no English,
so Mr. Pamuk decided
to leave him in London.
Probabily was very wise.
I hope Thomas doesn't mind.
You know Thomas, milord.
He has to have a grumble,
but he cheered up when
he saw the gentleman.
- Bates, is anything wrong?
- Nothing at all, milord.
Is that strap too tight?
Shall I adjust it, sir?
Now, I'm relying on you to see that

I go downstairs properly dressed.

Don't worry, sir.
I've got sharp eyes for
anything out of order.
Then I put yourself
entirely in your hands.
You do right, sir.
I should love to visit Turkey.
Yes, it's a... a wonderful country.
My man always does this.
Can you...?
I'm very... attracted
to the Turkish culture.
Then I hope your chance
will come to sample it.
I hope so too.
You forget yourself?!
I-I'm sorry, sir, I...
That will teach you to believe what
the English say about foreigners.
I ought to report you.
- I think you must ha...
- I mistook nothing.
But... I will make you an offer.
Later tonight, I may
need some help with the...
geography of the house.
- The geography?
- Yes.
I'm not sure yet, but I may
wish to pay someone a visit.
If that is the case,
you will help me.
And I will say nothing
of your behaviour.
I don't understand. Why would
she want to be a secretary?
She wants a different life.
But why?
I should far prefer to be a maid
in a large and pleasant house
than work from dawn till dusk
in a cramped and gloomy office.
- Don't you agree, Carson?
- I do, milady.
Why are we talking about this?
What does it matter?
It matters that the people that
live and work here are content.
Of course. We should be helping
Gwen, if that's what she wants.
I agree. Surely we must all

encourage those less fortunate

to improve their
lot where they can.
Not if it isn't in
their best interests.
Isn't the maid a better
judge of that than we are?
What do you say, Mr. Pamuk?
Should our housemaid
be kept enslaved,
or forced out into the world?
Why are you English so curious
about other people's lives?
If she wishes to leave, and the
law permits it, then... let her go.
Perhaps the law should not
permit it, for the common good.
So you hanker for
the days of serfdom.
I hanker...for a simpler world.
Is that a crime?
I do dream of a simpler world,
as long as we can keep
our trains and our dentistry.
I wish I shared your enthusiasm.
- Our dentist is horrid.
- Why go to him, then?
He treated all of us
when we were children.
You know how the English
are about these things.
<i>... success at the Grand National.</i>
<i>Yes, indeed, second.</i>
Well, the next time
you feel a twinge,
you must come to Istanbul.
Wouldn't the journey be painful?
Sometimes we must endure
a little pain
in order to achieve satisfaction.
Lady Mary rode very well today.
Why did you send Lynch back?
I had my champions to left
and right. It was enough.
Did you enjoy the
hunt today, Mr. Napier?
Mary said you had a tremendous run.
It was like something out of
a Trollope novel.
And what about you, Mr.
Pamuk? Was your day successful?
Oh, yes, Lady Grantham. I can

hardly remember a better one.

Mary has more suitors tonight
than the Princess Aurora.
But will she judge them sensibly?
No-one's sensible at her age, nor
should they be. That's our role.
Well, if you'll excuse me...
Thank you.
Is it fun to be back in the saddle?
Yes, although I'll pay for it
tomorrow.
Would you ever come out with me?
Or aren't we friends
enough for that?
Oh, I think it might be...
That run reminded me of a day
last month, up in Cheshire.
- We came down the side of a hill...
- Excuse me.
It seems we must brush up
on our powers of fascination.
- I was a fool to bring him here.
- Don't you like him?
Well, I like him very much, but so does
everyone else, unfortunately.
Excuse me.
I hope I didn't
wear you out, today.
Not at all. I enjoyed it.
We must do it again.
Next time, let's take my mother.
She was so jealous, she made me
promise she could come with us.
<i>Of course. How nice that would be.</i>
What is it?
Is this picture really
a Della Francesca?
I think so. The second Earl brought
back several paintings from...
Mr. Pamuk.
Let me come to you tonight, please.
I can't think what I have said
that has led you to believe
I don't know when we'll meet again,
so let it be tonight.
Mr. Pamuk, I will not repeat
your words to my father,
since I should hate to see you cast
out into the darkness,
[CRIS COMEA AQUI]
but can we agree to consider them
unsaid?

Now, if you'll excuse me, I shall

rejoin my mother and sisters.
You must be mad.
I am. I am in the grip of madness.
Please leave at once, or I'll...
Or you'll what?
I'll scream.
No you won't.
Well, I'll ring the bell, then.
And who's on duty now? The hall boy?
Will you let him really find a man
in your bedroom? What a story.
Do you have any idea
what you're asking?
I'd be ruined if they even knew
we'd had this conversation,
- let alone if
- What?
Don't worry, you'll still be
a virgin for your husband.
Heavens, is this a proposal?
Alas, no, I don't think our union
would please your family.
I'm afraid not.
Nor mine.
But...
a little imagination...
You wouldn't be the first.
You and my parents
have something in common.
You believe I'm much more of a rebel
than I am.
Now, please go.
I'm not what you think I am.
If it's my mistake, if I've
led you on, I'm sorry, but...
- I'm not.
- You are just what I think you are.
No.
I've never done anything.
Of course not.
One look at you would tell me that.
Oh, my darling.
Won't it hurt?
Is it safe?
Trust me.
He's dead. I think he's dead.
No, I'm sure he's dead.
But how?
We were together and...
He's dead.
In your room?

We've got to get him

back to his own bed. But how?
It's in the Bachelor's Corridor,
miles from my room.
Could we manage it between us?
He weighs a ton.
I could hardly shift him at all.
We'll need at least one other.
What about Bates?
He couldn't lift him.
William can't keep a secret.
And Thomas wouldn't try to.
We've got to do something.
Who else has as much to lose as you
if it ever gets out?
Not Papa. Please don't say Papa.
- I couldn't bear the way he'd look at me.
- No, not His Lordship.
- What happened?
- I don't know.
A heart attack, I suppose,
or a stroke or...
He was alive and suddenly, he cried
out, and then he was dead.
But why was he here at all?
Did he force himself on you?
Well...we can talk about that later.
Now...we must decide what to do
for the best.
There's only one thing we can do.
I couldn't. It's not possible.
If you don't, we will figure in
a scandal of such magnitude,
it will never be forgotten until
long after we're both dead.
I'll be ruined, Mama.
Ruined and notorious.
A laughing stock, a social pariah.
Is that what you want for
your eldest daughter?
Is it what you want for the family?
We must cover him up.
Hurry.
The servants will be up soon.
We've got time.
- Mama.
- Sorry.
I can't make his eyes stay shut.
Leave that and come away.
He was so beautiful.
Her Ladyship's right.
We must get back to our rooms.

I feel that I can never forgive what

you have put me through this night.
I hope, in time, I will come to be
more merciful,
but I doubt it.
You won't tell Papa?
Since it would probably kill him and
certainly ruin his life, I will not,
but I keep the secret for his sake,
not for yours.
Yes, Mama.
Anna.
I will not insult you
by asking that you also conceal
Lady Mary's shame.
Let us go.
I imagine you've heard
what's happened?
Yes.
A terrible thing.
Awful.
Ghastly for your parents.
I don't suppose I shall ever
make it up to them.
Well, it wasn't your fault.
I brought him here.
If it isn't my fault, whose is it?
I was wondering if you might
show me the gardens before I go.
We could get some fresh air.
I won't, if you'll forgive me.
I ought to stay and help Mama.
Of course.
I'm so sorry about all this.
I told your father I'll deal with
the Embassy.
They won't be any more annoyance
for you.
Thank you.
Actually, he was a terribly nice
fellow.
I wish you could have known him
better.
I took him on as a duty,
but I liked him more and more
the longer I knew him.
Perhaps you saw his qualities
for yourself.
Which obviously you did.
I had an uncle who went like that.
Finished his cocoa, closed his book
and fell back dead on the pillow.

I don't think Mr. Pamuk bothered

with cocoa much, or books.
He had other interests.
I meant you can go just like that,
with no reason.
That's why you should treat every
day as if it were your last
Well, we couldn't criticise Mr. Pamuk
where that's concerned.
- What do you mean?
- Nothing.
Careful with that.
- Gwen, are you busy?
- Your Ladyship?
I saw this.
It came out yesterday. Look.
It's for a secretary at a new firm
in Thirsk.
- See?
- What, I don't understand.
How did you know? That you wanted
to leave? Carson told my father.
- And you don't mind?
- Why should I?
I think it's terrific that
people make their own lives,
especially women.
Write to them today and name me as
your reference.
I can give it
without ever specifying
precisely what your work here
has been.
Milady?
Thank you.
Lady Grantham.
I've come to say goodbye.
They're bringing the car round,
to take me to the station.
Have you said goodbye to Mary?
I have.
Will we be seeing you here again?
Nothing would give me more pleasure,
but I'm a little busy at the moment.
I wonder if I might risk
embarrassing you?
I should like to make myself clear.
The truth is, Lady Grantham,
I am not a vain man.
I do not consider myself
a very interesting person.
But I feel it's important that

my future wife should think me so.

A woman who finds me boring could
never love me,
and I believe marriage should be
based on love.
At least, at the start.
Thank you for your faith in me,
Mr. Napier.
Your instincts do you credit.
Good luck to you.
- Did Mr. Napier get off all right?
- He did, milord.
And poor Mr. Pamuk has been taken
care of?
We got Grassbys from Thirsk
in the end.
They're very good and they didn't
mind coming out on a Sunday.
Is everyone all right downstairs?
Well, you know...
He was a handsome stranger from
foreign parts one minute,
the next,
he was as dead as a doornail.
It's bound to be a shock.
Of course, upstairs or down.
It's been horrid for the ladies,
and for the female staff, I expect.
It's particularly hard
on the younger maids.
Indeed.
Don't let the footmen be too coarse
in front of them.
Thomas likes to show off,
but we must have a care
for feminine sensibilities they are finer and more fragile
than our own.[]
Mr. Bates?
I am going to have to insist that
you tell me what is the matter.
I thought it was for Mr. Carson
to give me orders.
Mr. Carson's no better than any other
man when it comes to illness.
Now tell me what it is
and I'll see what I can do.
It's nothing, truly.
I've twisted my bad leg and walked
on it too soon.
It'll be fine in a day or two.
Well, if it isn't,

I'm sending for the doctor.

The Dowager Countess.
Oh, my dears.
Is it really true?
I can't believe it.
Last night, he looked so well.
Of course, it would happen to
a foreigner. It's typical.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm not being ridiculous.
No Englishman would dream of dying
in someone else's house.
Especially someone they didn't even
know.
Oh, Granny, even the English aren't
in control of everything.
I hope we're in control of something,
if only ourselves.
But we're not. Don't you see that?
We're not in control of
anything at all.
Edith, go and tell Mary
to come back at once
and apologise to her grandmother.
No, leave her alone.
She's had a shock. We all have.
Just let her rest.
Just the ticket.
Nanny always said sweet tea was
the thing for frayed nerves.
Though why it has to be sweet,
I couldn't tell you.
What did you mean,
Mr. Pamuk lived each day
as if it were his last?
What I said.
Well, how did you know?
Can't keep William waiting. Gangway.
I'll be asking
the same question later,
so you'd better have an answer ready.
Daisy, where have you hidden the
flour? I can't see it anywhere.
It's just there, Mrs. Patmore.
Well, fetch it to me, then.
You're all in a daze today.
Do you think we should have gone up
there?
To see how they are?
I sent a note, but I thought I'd be
in the way. Why?
I thought Mary was rather struck

with him last night, didn't you?

Well, it must have been frightful
for all of them,
but there it is.
In the midst of life, we are in
death.
I suppose Mr. Napier will have to
manage everything.
I suppose he will.
We all thought him a very nice
gentleman.
Yes, he is nice.
Will we be seeing a lot of him?
I don't expect so, no.
Because we rather hoped Lady Mary
might have taken a shine to him.
Seems not.
Oh, well.
There are plenty more fish in
the sea than ever came out of it.
Are you looking for something?
Lady Mary?
I just wanted to make sure the room
had been tidied up,
after the...
after the people had left.
Life can be terribly unfair,
can't it?
It certainly can.
Everything seems so golden,
one minute,
then turns to ashes, the next.
Can I ask you a question, Carson?
Have you ever felt
your life was somehow...
slipping away...
... and there was nothing you could do
to stop it?
I think everyone feels that,
at one time or another.
The odd thing is, I feel...
... for the first time, really,
I understand what it is
to be happy.
It's just I know that I won't be.
Don't say that, milady.
Don't raise the white flag
quite yet.
You can still be mistress of
Downton.
Old Lady Grantham hasn't given up
the fight, not by a long chalk.

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.

- Good morning, milord.

I wonder if you...
Now, will you kindly explain
what in heaven's name is going on?
I'm perfectly well, Mrs. Hughes.
A bit stiff, that's all.
Just so long as you know,
I'm not leaving until you tell me.
I hope you have a strong stomach.
Oh, my God.
Cousin Mary?
Hello.
- Are we expecting you?
- No, but I wanted to see you.
I looked for you yesterday,
at church.
I wasn't feeling up to it.
None of us were.
It must have been a horrible shock.
Yes.
- And he seemed a nice fellow.
- He was.
A very nice fellow.
So, if there's anything I can do...
... please ask.
There isn't, but thank you.
Well, here goes.
Do you not think
we ought to say a few words?
What? 'Good riddance'?
That and your promise.
Very well.
I promise I will never again
try to cure myself.
I will spend my life happily
as the butt of others' jokes,
and I will never mind them.
We all carry scars, Mr. Bates,
inside or out.
You're no different to
the rest of us, remember that.
I will try to.
That I do promise.
Good riddance!
So he definitely went in?
I saw him walk through the door.
But you don't know
if he went back to his own room?
Yes, I do, cos I was the one
who found him there the next day.
What I mean is you don't know if
he went back under his own steam.

I suppose not, but how else

would he have done it?
That's what they call
the big question.
I don't wanna get in any trouble
over this.
Don't worry, you won't.
Your secret's safe wi' me.
You could stay if you
married Matthew.
I'm a lost soul to you.
What chance did he have,
against a champion?
You're hiding behind him,
but he's not what you think he is.
Don't quarrel with Matthew.
- Why shouldn't I?
- One day, you may need him.
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- When does it open?
- Tomorrow afternoon.
Well, let's get up a party, in the
evening. If Mrs. Hughes lets us.
- After we've had our dinner.
- You're right.
It doesn't come often.
- And it doesn't stay long.
- What about you, Mr. Bates?
I don't see why not.
There's Lady Mary.
You go on ahead. I'll
see you back at the house.
Right you are, then.
Good day, milady.
Is her ladyship all right?
Has she recovered from...?
If you think she'll ever recover
from carrying the body of Mr. Pamuk
from one side of the house
to the other,
then you don't know her at all.
Well, I didn't mean
recover exactly. Just...
get past it.
She won't do that,
either.
When she dies they'll
cut her open and
find it engraved on her heart.
What about you?
What about your heart?

Haven't you heard?

I don't have a heart.
Everyone knows that.
Not me, milady.
You wanted to see the
new chauffeur, milord?
Yes, indeed. Please send him in.
Come in. Come in.
Good to see you again.
- Branson, isn't it?
- That's right, your lordship.
I hope they've
shown you everything,
and delivered whatever
we promised at interview.
Certainly, milord.
Won't you miss Ireland?
Ireland, yes, but not the job.
The mistress was a nice lady,
but she only had one car,
and she wouldn't let me drive
it over miles an hour.
So, it was a bit...
well, boring, so to speak.
You've got a wonderful library.
You're very welcome to
borrow books, if you wish.
Really, milord?
There's a ledger that
I make everyone use,
even my daughters.
Carson and Mrs. Hughes
sometimes take a novel or two.
What are your interests?
History and politics, mainly.
Heavens.
Carson, Branson is going
to borrow some books.
- He has my permission.
- Very good, milord.
Is that all, milord?
It is.
Off you go, and good luck.
He seems a bright spark
after poor old Taylor.
And to think Taylor's
gone off to run a tea shop!
I cannot feel it will make for a
very restful retirement, can you?
I would rather be
put to death, milord.
Quite so. Thank you, Carson.

How about some house parties?

She's been asked to one next
month by Lady Anne McNair.
That's a terrible idea. She
doesn't know anyone under .
I might send her to visit my aunt.
She could get to know New York.
Oh, I don't think things
are quite that desperate.
Poor Mary. She's been terribly
down in the mouth lately.
She was very upset by the
death of poor Mr. Pamuk.
Why? She didn't know him.
One can't go to pieces at
the death of every foreigner.
We'd all be in a state of collapse
whenever we opened a newspaper.
Oh, no. Of course,
Mary's main difficulty
is that her situation
is unresolved.
I mean, is she an
heiress or isn't she?
The entail's unbreakable.
Mary cannot inherit.
No, what we need is a lawyer
who's decent and
honour-bound to look into it.
I... I think, perhaps,
I know just the man.
- Are you going to the fair?
- I shouldn't think so, sir.
But I don't mind
it. I like the music.
Goodness, what's
happened to your hands?
- It's nothing, ma'am.
- They look very painful.
Oh, no, ma'am. Irritating
more than painful.
Have you been using anything new
to polish the silver or the shoes?
- No.
- May I?
Leave him alone, Mother.
It looks like erysipelas.
- You must have cut yourself.
- Not that I'm aware of.
We'll walk to the
hospital tomorrow.
- Really, ma'am...

- 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.

Rub a little in morning and night.

How long before it's better?
Erysipelas is very hard to cure.
We should be able to reduce the
symptoms, but that might be all.
Oh, and you must wear
gloves at all times.
I couldn't...
wait a table in gloves
I'd look like a footman.
You may have to do.
The tincture and
the salve will help.
Try it for a week, and we'll see.
Someone to see you, Mr. Crawley.
Well, there's nothing in my diary.
It's Lady Grantham.
Well, in that case,
show her in at once.
Cousin Cora, to what do I owe the...
I hope I'm not a disappointment.
I thought it might be nice
to cheer it up a bit.
Easier said than done.
Perhaps a flower or a
bit of veil or something.
I can find you a veil, if you like.
I hope you're not
expecting ME to do it.
Not if you're busy, of course.
Good.
And Miss O'Brian?
I've sent Anna to bed with a cold,
so I need you to manage
the young ladies.
What, all three of
them? I'm not an octopus.
Why can't Gwen do it?
Because she is not a lady's maid.
- I am not a slave.
- Just do it, Miss O'Brien.
Just do it.
I'll pay you the compliment that I
do not believe you wish to inherit
just because nobody's
investigated properly.
- No, but...
- Nor can Mary
accuse you of making trouble
when you will suffer
most from a discovery.
You're right that I don't wish

to benefit, at Mary's expense,

- from an ignorance of the law.
- Putting it bluntly,
do you think Robert has thrown
in the towel prematurely?
Good heavens! What am I sitting on?
A swivel chair.
- Another modern brainwave?
- Invented by Thomas Jefferson.
Why does every day involve
a fight with an American?
- I'll fetch a different one.
- No, no. No, no.
I'm a good sailor.
It will depend on
the exact terms
of the entail and
of the deed of gift
when cousin Cora's money
was transferred to the estate.
That is all I ask, to
understand the exact terms.
Is Daisy going to the fair
tonight with the others?
Why don't you ask her?
She needs taking out of herself.
- What's it to you?
- Nothing.
Daisy, I was hoping...
Would you like to go to
the fair with me, Daisy?
There's a few of us going later on.
Do you mean it?
Daisy, don't let it get cold!
Come on, come on, come on!
You bastard.
Why is Sybil having a
new dress and not me?
Because it is Sybil's turn.
Can it be my choice this time?
Of course. As long as
you choose what I choose.
Branson, you'll be taking
Lady Sybil to Ripon tomorrow.
- She'll be leaving after lunch.
- Certainly, your ladyship.
Poor old Madam Swann.
I don't know why we
bother with fittings.
- She always makes the same frock.
- What do you want to make?
- Something new and exciting.

- Heavens, look at the time!

Not a minute to change.
And Granny's invited herself
for dinner.
Then, she can jolly well wait.
So, women's rights
begin at home? I see.
Well, I'm all for that.
I'm just off, Mr. Carson.
According to the wine book,
we should have six dozen of this.
But I'm beggared if I
can find more than four.
Look again before you jump
to any nasty conclusions.
Long time since you
last took a night off.
- You don't think I ought to stay?
- Certainly not. Be off with you.
And Anna's in bed with a cold,
so I'm afraid it's all down to you.
Go.
I wanted to have a
go before I went home.
- How about you?
- Thank you.
Thank you.
Do you know is your father
doing anything this evening?
- He's not coming to the fair.
- Seriously.
We're having dinner
with his family.
Could I look in afterwards?
May I ask why?
Your grandmother paid me a
visit this afternoon, and I'm...
Well, never mind. But
I would like to see him.
Granny came to see you?
Is it all part of the great matter?
So, are you enjoying your new life?
Yes, I think so.
I know my work seems
very trivial to you.
Not necessarily.
Sometimes I rather envy you,
having somewhere
to go every morning.
I thought that may have
been very 'middle-class.
You should learn to

forget what I say.

I know I do.
How about you?
Is your life proving satisfactory?
Apart from the great
matter, of course.
Women like me don't have a life.
We choose clothes and pick halls
and work for charity
and do the season.
But, really, we're
stuck in a waiting room
until we marry.
I've made you angry.
My life makes me angry.
Not you.
I never put the Sauternes on ice.
Mrs. Hughes goes out for one
night and we all fall to pieces!
Mr. Carlson, we
wondered if we could walk
down to the fair after dinner.
I suppose so.
But don't be too late.
- Where do you think she's gone?
- None of your business.
Like most of what
goes on round here.
Well caught that man...
though I say it myself.
Thanks ever so.
Yes?
- You've cheered up a bit.
- He's so agile, in't he?
He could have been
a sportsman.
Who?
- Thomas, of course.
- Really?
Which sport did he have in mind?
I ran into cousin Matthew
in the village.
He wanted to call
on you after dinner.
Apparently,
Granny's been to see him.
Did you tell him she's
coming here this evening?
I didn't know she was.
When he arrives, do your best
to keep her in the drawing room.
Well, I'd like to see you try.

<i>Don't stay too long.

Let them have an early night.</i>
Sybil, darling, why would you
want to go to a real school?
You're not a doctor's daughter.
Nobody learns anything
from a governess.
Apart from French
and how to curtsy.
What else do you need?
Well, there's...
Are you thinking of
a career in banking?
No. But it is a noble profession.
Things are different in America.
I know. They live in wigwams.
And when they come out of
them, they go to school.
If you wait in the library,
I'll tell Papa you're here.
Thank you.
Elsie?
- It is Elsie, isn't it?
- It is.
Though there's very few left
to call me that, Joe Burns.
Well, I'm flattered
that I'm one of them.
Where's Thomas?
I'm fear I let the servants
go down to the fair, milord.
I didn't know we'd have
any visitors tonight.
Well, that's all right.
They don't have much fun.
You should join them.
So... what did you say to Mama?
I haven't spoken to her
since her visit,
but I have looked
through every source,
and I can't find one reason
on which to base a challenge.
I could have told you that.
I'm not quite sure how to
phrase it when
I tell her.
She shouldn't have put
you on the spot like that.
It was unkind.
I'm afraid she'll think I've failed
because I don't want to succeed.

She will think that, but

I don't. And nor will Cora.
Of course, it's
impossible for Mary.
She must resent me so bitterly.
I don't blame her.
Yes, it must have been
hard for you when Ivy died.
It took some getting used to.
What about your son?
Do you see much of him?
Peter? No.
I would have given him a share
of the farm if he wanted it,
but... he's joined the army.
Well, I never!
Aye, he seems happy.
But it's left me on my own.
- Shall I take your plates, then?
- Thank you.
- So, how's life treated you?
- Oh, I can't complain.
I haven't travelled.
But I've seen a bit of
life, and no mistake.
I notice you call yourself missus.
Housekeepers and cooks
are always missus.
You know better than anyone
I haven't changed my name.
Well, I know you wouldn't
change it to Burns
when you had the chance.
You shouldn't have eaten with us.
The chauffeur always eats
in his own cottage.
Steady on. You can cut him a
bit of slack on his second day.
I'm waiting to take
old Lady Grantham home.
Even then,
Taylor never ate with us.
You're taking advantage
of Mrs. Hughes' absence.
What are you doing?
I'm sorting the collars.
Removing the ones that
have come to an end.
What happens to his
lordship's old clothes?
What's it to you?
Clothes are a valet's

perk, not a chauffeur's.

I get some, but mostly it goes
into the missionary barrel.
I know it's meant to be kind,
but I can think of better
ways of helping the needy
than sending stiff
collars to the equator.
I thought Anna might have
come down for her dinner.
And show she's ready
to start work again?
Not a chance.
- Is she still in bed, then?
- She is.
While I'm sat here sewing like a
cursed princess in a fairy tale,
and not down at the
fair with the others.
Would you like me to ask Branson
to bring the car round, milady?
Where's Robert?
He can't have been
drinking port since we left.
He'd be under the table by now.
His lordship's in the library.
- All alone? Oh, how sad.
- No, he's...
We can say goodbye to
Papa for you, Granny.
He's what?
He's with Mr. Crawley, milady.
The question is, what do
I say to cousin Violet?
Don't worry about that.
I can handle her.
Really?
Well, if you can, you must
have learned to very recently.
<i>Anna?</i>
Sr. Bates?
<i>Can you open the door?</i>
I daren't.
No-one can open that
door except Mrs. Hughes.
<i>Just for a moment. I've
brought you something.</i>
I don't know what...
What I don't understand
in all this is you.
You seem positively glad
to see Mary disinherited.

You speak as if we had a choice.

Thank you, Branson.
I'm worn out. Tell Lady Mary
and Mr. Crawley I've gone to bed.
Shall I tell them now, milord?
No. Wait until they ring.
I like this one.
- Yes, sir?
- I ought to start back.
- This is very late for me.
- Aw, not yet.
It's a long time since I've had a
girl to show off for at the fair.
So, I take it you never get lonely?
Well, that's working
in a big house.
Though, there are times when
you yearn for a bit of solitude.
<i>We have a winner!</i>
Thank you.
Right, well, er... something
to remind you of me.
I don't need help to remember you.
But what happens when you retire?
I should think if I stay
here they'll look after me.
Suppose they sell the estate.
Suppose there's a tidal wave.
Suppose we all die of the
plague. Suppose there's a war.
What did I tell you?
She's found her Romeo.
He might be her brother.
She hasn't got one,
or we'd know.
Just a sister in Lytham St Anne's.
You know everything, don't you?
Everything my foot!
You're hiding behind him,
but he's not what you think he is.
Oh, go home, William.
If you're gonna be
such a spoilsport...
All right, I will.
Come back. She didn't mean it.
I must go.
But... it's been lovely
to see you again, Joe.
Really.
And you know what I'm asking?
You haven't asked anything yet.
But you know what it is? When I do.

I'm going to stop here at

the pub until I hear from you.
Oh, and take your time.
I'd rather wait a week
for the right answer, then...
get a wrong one in a hurry.
Think about it carefully.
I will.
I promise you that.
To break the entail, we'd need
a private bill
in Parliament?
Even then, it would only be passed
if the estate were in danger,
which it's not.
And I mean nothing in all this?
On the contrary, you
mean a great deal.
A very great deal.
- You rang, milady?
- Yes, Carson.
Mr. Crawley was just leaving.
Do you know where his lordship is?
Gone to bed, milady.
He felt tired after he put
Lady Grantham into the car.
I bet he did. Thank you, Carson.
I'm sorry. I wish I could think of
something to say that would help.
There's nothing.
But you mustn't let it trouble you.
It does trouble me.
It troubles me very much.
Then, that will be
my consolation prize.
Good night, cousin Matthew.
Good night.
I hope I haven't
kept you up too late?
I'm afraid we've
interfered with your dinner.
It's been rather a
chop-and-change evening downstairs.
Lady Grantham got off all right?
"All right" is an optimistic
assessment, sir.
It's very difficult, Carson.
For her, for Lady Mary.
- For everyone.
- It is, Mr. Crawley.
But I appreciate your saying so.
Well, that's her greatness

done and dusted for the night.

Will, have you had a good night?
I'm off to bed.
Wait.
- What happened?
- Nothing. Doesn't matter.
How was your evening, Mrs. Hughes?
Very enjoyable, thank you.
The others are just behind me,
so you can lock up in a minute.
Well, I'll say good night.
- Good night, Mrs. Hughes.
- Good night.
Night, Mrs. Hughes.
Good night, Mrs. Hughes.
I was right when I said she
was looking sparkly eyed.
I beg your pardon, Thomas?
He can disapprove all he likes.
Mrs. Hughes has got a fancy man.
Him, a fancy man?
Don't be so nasty, Daisy.
It doesn't suit you.
I reckon there's a
job vacancy coming up.
Miss O'Brian,
do you fancy a promotion?
Very droll. If she's
got a boyfriend...
I'm a giraffe.
Leave me alone, Mr. Bates.
I know you mean well,
but let me be.
What chance did he have
up against a champion?
Well, you listen.
You filthy little rat.
If you don't lay off, I
will punch your shining teeth
through the back of your skull.
Is this supposed to
frighten me, Mr. Bates?
Because if it is, it isn't working.
I'm sorry, but it's
just not working.
Daisy? Chafing dishes now.
Right in front of
you, Mrs. Patmore.
Are you trying to trick me?
Anna's still not well. O'Brien,
you'll need to dress
the girls this morning.

All we know about Lady Mary,

and here I am waiting
on her hand and foot!
- Will we do anything with that?
- Maybe, but not yet.
What do you look like?
Daisy, what do you
think he looks like?
Do your buttons up.
Well, go on, then.
What do you want?
I've got a message
for Lady Sybil.
From her ladyship.
Thank you, O'Brien.
I'll manage now.
Odious woman.
What does Mama want?
I just said that to get rid of her.
This came today.
I knew they would want to see you.
It's your reference what's done it.
How am I going to get there?
They won't let me take a day off.
You're going to be ill.
They can't stop you being ill.
What?
No-one has seen
Anna for a whole day.
They won't notice if you
vanish for a couple of hours.
The only one who never sticks
up for me in all this is you.
Why is that?
You are my darling
daughter, and I love you.
Hard as it is for an
Englishman to say the words.
Well, then.
If I had made my own fortune
and bought Downton myself,
it should be yours without question.
But I did not.
My fortune is the work of others
who laboured to
build a great dynasty.
Do I have the right
to destroy their work?
Or impoverish that dynasty?
I am a custodian, my
dear, not an owner.
I must strive to be worthy

of the task I've been set.

If I could take Mama's money
out of the estate,
Downton would have to be sold
to pay for it.
Is that what you want?
To see Matthew a landless peer
with a title but no
means to pay for it?
So, I'm just to find a
husband and get out of the way?
You could stay here
if you married Matthew.
You know my character, Father.
I'd never marry any
man that I was told to.
I'm stubborn. I wish
I wasn't, but I am.
Will you have your own way,
do you think? With the frock.
Only I couldn't help
overhearing yesterday.
And from what her ladyship said,
it sounded as if you
support women's rights.
I suppose I do.
Because I'm quite political.
In fact, I brought some pamphlets
that I thought might interest you.
About the vote.
Thank you.
But please don't mention this
to my father. Or my grandmother.
One whiff of reform, and she hears
the rattle of the guillotine.
It seems rather unlikely,
a revolutionary chauffeur.
Maybe.
But I'm a socialist,
not a revolutionary.
And I won't always be a chauffeur.
Mrs. Crawley. How nice.
You're busy. We
can come back later.
Molesley?
What are you doing
here? Are you ill?
Poor old Mr. Molesley.
How's it going?
The solution doesn't seem
to make it any better.
My imagination's running riot.

I've got erysipelas, your ladyship.

I am sorry.
Mrs. Crawley tells
me she's recommended
nitrate of silver
and tincture of steel.
Why, is she making a suit
of armour?
But I take it there's
been no improvement?
Not really.
And you're sure it's erysipelas?
That is Mrs. Crawley's
diagnosis.
What it is to have
medical knowledge.
It has its uses.
I see your father has been
making changes at home.
He has, milady. He's got
no use for the herb garden
now my mother's gone.
- And you've been helping him?
- I have.
Grubbing out the old rue hedge?
How did you know that?
Because this is not erysipelas.
This is a rue allergy.
If Molesley wears gardening gloves,
it'll be gone in a week.
Please don't think we're ungrateful
for your enthusiasm, Mrs. Crawley,
but... there comes a
time when things are best
left to the professionals.
- But I...
- And now I really,
I really must go.
Good day.
Thank you, your ladyship.
I hope cousin Violet has
recovered from last night.
Whatever she says, my
mother is as strong as an ox.
It's high time she let go of her
scheme for upsetting everything.
Time we all did.
I can't deny I'm
pleased to hear it.
Are you beginning to
see a future here, then?
In a way, this business

has forced me to recognise

that I do want Downton
to be my future.
I'm glad.
You must have thought me an awful
prig when I first arrived.
Not a prig, just a man thrust into
something he never
wanted or envisaged.
I could only see the
absurdity of the whole thing.
- I'm sorry.
- Well, there are absurdities involved,
as I know well enough.
Possibilities, too.
And I was blind to them.
I was determined
not to let it change me.
It was absurd.
If you don't change, you die.
Do you think so?
I'm not sure. Sometimes
I think I hate change.
At least we can comfort ourselves
that this will still be here.
Because we saved it.
Thomas is lovely, in't he?
He's funny and handsome.
- He's got such lovely teeth.
- He's not for you, Daisy.
Course not. He's too good for me.
I know that.
No! He's not too good.
- What, then?
- He's not the boy for you,
and you're not the girl for him.
In't that what I just said?
And why would he be, when
he's seen and done so much,
and I've been nowhere
and done nothing?
Perhaps, Thomas has seen and
done more than is good for him.
He's not a lady's man.
- Well, in't it a blessed relief?
- Daisy!
Thomas is a troubled soul.
I don't know what you
mean, Mrs. Patmore.
Nothing.
I don't mean anything.
Except, if I don't get

the ice cream started,

they'll be dining at midnight.
Golly, my corset's tight.
Anna, when you've done that,
be an angel and loosen it a bit.
The start of the slippery slope.
I'm not putting on weight.
It didn't shrink in the draw.
Are you coming down?
I don't know why we
bother with corsets.
Men don't wear them, and they look
perfectly normal in their clothes.
- Not all of them.
- She's just showing off.
She'll be on about
the vote in a minute.
If you mean do I think
women should have the vote,
of course I do.
I hope you won't chain
yourself to the railings,
and end up being
force-fed semolina.
What do you think, Anna?
I think those women are very brave.
Hear-hear.
How did you get on
with your dressmaker?
- Find anything?
- I did.
And she says she can
have it done by Friday.
I'm sorry I couldn't come, but
I didn't want to put Matthew off.
EDITH: Were you pleased with
the work on the cottages?
I think they're making
a very good job of them.
You must all go and see.
You'll restore a few every year?
It was Matthew's idea.
Old crips was rather reluctant,
but I'm pleased we went forward.
- I suppose it's worth it.
- Of course it is.
Because of the people
who will live in them.
I be glad to hear
Matthew's conscience
is much more energetic than mine.
Excuse me, I'm going to

bed. I've rather a headache.

Of course.
- Should I bring you something for it?
- No, I'll be perfectly fine.
If I can just lie down.
Mary.
Oh, my darling.
What is it?
You heard him,
"Matthew this, Matthew that,
Matthew, Matthew, Matthew!"
Oh, Mother, don't you see?
He has a son now. Of course he
didn't argue with the entail.
Why would he when he's
got what he always wanted?
Your father loves you very much.
He wouldn't fight for me, though.
Because he knew he couldn't win.
- You're no better.
- What?
You don't care that
Matthew gets everything,
because you don't
think I'm worthy.
Mary!
I wish you'd just
admit it.
I'm a lost soul to you.
I took lover with no thought
of marriage... a Turk!
Oh, think of that! Oh, my dear!
Don't worry, Mama.
You can go down now.
Everything will look
better in the morning.
Isn't that what you usually say?
I say it because it's usually true.
Papa will wonder where you are.
- Don't quarrel with Matthew.
- Why shouldn't I?
Because one day you may need him.
Oh, I see.
When I've ruined myself,
I must have a powerful
protector to hide behind.
I'd tell you off...
... but I like to hear you play.
- Where are they all?
- Busy, I suppose.
Haven't you got anything to do?
Yes, I have.

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.

Before I first came here

as head housemaid,
I was walking out with a farmer.
<i>When I told him I'd
taken a job at Downton,</i>
<i>he asked me to marry him.</i>
<i>I was a farmer's daughter from
Argyll, so I knew the life.</i>
He was very nice.
But then I came
here, and I did well,
and I didn't want to give
it up, so I told him no...
and he married someone else.
<i>She died three years ago,</i>
<i>and last month he wrote
asking to see me again.</i>
And I agreed, because all this time
I've wondered.
Go on.
I met him the other night.
We had dinner at the Grantham Arms,
and after, he took me to the fair.
And he was horrible
and fat and red-faced,
and you couldn't think
what you ever saw in him?
He was still a nice man.
He is still a nice man.
<i>Well, he was a bit red-faced,</i>
<i>and his suit was a little tight,</i>
<i>but none of that matters.</i>
In the real ways,
he hadn't changed.
And he proposed again...
and you accepted?
<i>In many ways, I wanted to accept.</i>
But I'm not that
farm girl any more.
I was flattered, of course, but...
... I've changed, Mr. Carson.
Life's altered you,
as it's altered me.
And what would be
the point of living
if we didn't let life change us?
You won't be leaving, then?
You'd better come. Mrs.
Patmore's on the rampage.
She wants the key to
the store cupboard.
You know how angry she

gets she hasn't got one.

Nor will she have, not
while I'm housekeeper here.
Leaving? When would
I ever find the time?
<i>... I have to go cap in
hand to Mary Queen of Scots!</i>
Whatever is holding Sybil up?
She was going on
about her new frock.
We'd better go in without her,
or it's not fair on Mrs. Patmore.
Oh, is her cooking
so precisely timed?
You couldn't tell.
I think her food is delicious.
Naturally.
Good evening, everyone.
Why should you be burdened
with Mary's secret?
There's a rumour in London
that you are not virtuous.
I wish you'd just come out with it.
With what?
Whatever it is
you're keeping secret.
Isn't it possible I should
win the thing on merit?
I think the appropriate
answer to that is: "Yes, dear".
- Maybe I'll shine by comparison.
- Maybe you will.
You made me jump.
Daisy, what is the matter with you?
You're all thumbs.
- Sorry. I hate this room.
- Why?
What's the matter with it?
Daisy?
Who's that from, Papa?
You seem very absorbed.
- Your Aunt Rosamond.
- Anything interesting?
Nothing to trouble you with.
Poor Aunt Rosamond.
All alone in that big house.
- I feel so sorry for her.
- I don't.
All alone, with plenty of money,
in a house in Eaton Square?
I can't imagine anything better.
Really, Mary, I wish

you wouldn't talk like that.

There will come a day when someone
thinks you mean what you say.
It can't come soon enough for me.
Carson, I'll be in the library.
Will you let me know
when Her Ladyship is down?
- Certainly, milord.
- Sybil, darling, this one's for you.
I saw another opening for
a secretary and I applied.
But you never said.
I didn't want you
to be disappointed.
I thought you'd given up.
I'll never give up
and nor will you.
Things are changing for women.
Not just the vote, but our lives.
But it's tomorrow!
At ten o clock.
Last time we waited for weeks
and weeks, and this one's tomorrow!
Then we must be ready by tomorrow,
mustn't we?
I thought I'd write to Edith
- to settle our promised church visit.
- If you want.
We can't throw her over, when she
made such effort for the last one.
- It's all in your head.
- I don't think so.
Then she's barking
up the wrong tree.
Poor Edith. I hope there's
a right tree for her somewhere.
Ma'am, I was wondering if I might
take some time this afternoon
to help in the village hall.
- Why? What's happening?
- It's the flower show, sir, next Saturday.
- I'll give my father a hand
with his stall, if I may.
- Of course you must go.
And so, I'm afraid, must I.
Is Mr Carson about?
I don't think so.
I was just looking for him, myself.
Busy?
I'm just trying to sort out
the wretched flower show.
I've had a letter from Rosamond.

Don't tell me:

she wants saddle of lamb and all the
fruit and vegetables we can muster.
She enjoys a taste of her old home.
She enjoys not paying for food.
There's something else.
Apparently, the word is going round
London that Evelyn Napier
has given up any thought of Mary.
That he's going to marry
one of the Semphill girls.
She writes as if, somehow,
it reflects badly on Mary.
Your dear sister is always
such a harbinger of joy. No...
as if...
as if Mary had somehow been found
wanting in her character.
Well, I don't believe Mr Napier
would have said that.
Neither do I, really, but She ought to be married.
Talk to her.
She never listens to me.
If she did, she'd marry Matthew.
What about Anthony Strallan?
Anthony Strallan is at least my age
and as dull as paint.
I doubt she'd want to sit next to
him at dinner, let alone marry him.
She has to marry someone, Robert.
And if this is what's being said
in London, she has to marry soon.
You shouldn't do that in here.
I don't like being in the pantry
all alone.
Mr Carson won't mind.
He's gone into the village.
He'll mind if I tell him.
That's pretty.
Do you think so?
She wants it put onto a new shirt,
but it's a bit old-fashioned
to my taste. Oh, no, it's lovely.
Have you recovered, Daisy?
What from?
She had a bit of a turn.
When we were in Lady Mary's room.
I'm fine, thank you.
What sort of a turn?
Did you see a ghost? Leave her, if
she doesn't want to talk about it.

I've often wondered if this place

is haunted. It ought to be.
By the spirits of maids and footmen
who died in slavery?
But not, in Thomas's case,
from over work.
Come on, Daisy. What was it?
I don't know. I was thinking...
first we had the Titanic Don't keep harping back to that.
I know it was a while ago,
but we knew 'em.
I think of how I laid the fires
for Mr Patrick,
but he drowned in them icy waters.
Oh, for God's sake.
And then there's the Turkish
gentleman.
It just seems there's been
too much death in the house.
What's that got to do
with Lady Mary's bedroom?
Nothing. Nothing at all.
Afternoon, ma'am.
When do you put that magnificent
display of prizes on show?
Not till the day itself.
I remember a superb cup
from last year.
The Grantham Cup. It was donated
by the late Lord Grantham.
For the Best Bloom In The Village.
And who won it?
I did.
Well done.
And the year before?
Her Ladyship won that one, too.
Heavens, how thrilling.
And before that?
You've met my father.
Good afternoon, Mr Molesley.
What are you showing this year?
Oh, this and that.
Only the finest roses in the
village. Really?
What an achievement.
It's a wonderful area for roses.
We're very lucky.
We'll see some beautiful examples
across the show.
Won't we, Mr Molesley?
If you say so, Your Ladyship.

What's up with you?

Nothing.
His Lordship blames Mr Napier for
spreading gossip about Lady Mary,
but it was you, wasn't it?
Why do you say that?
Because Napier wasn't in on it.
Only four people know
he was in her room that night.
You, me, Lady Mary
and possibly Daisy.
And I haven't said nothing
to nobody.
I didn't tell about Pamuk.
I just wrote
that Lady Mary was no better
than she ought to be.
Who did you write it to? A friend
of mine. Valet to Lord Savident.
You know what they say
about old Savident.
Not so much an open mind as an open
mouth. No wonder it's round London.
You won't tell, will you?
I'm in enough trouble as it is.
Why? What's happened?
Mr Bates saw me nicking
a bottle of wine.
Has he told Mr Carson?
Not yet.
But he will
when he's feeling spiteful.
I wish we could be shot of him.
Then think of something quick.
Turn the tables on him, before
he has the chance to nail you.
I thought you went to bed hours ago.
I was writing a note for Lynch.
I need the governess cart tomorrow.
Oh?
I'm going to Malton.
Oh, don't risk the traffic
in Malton.
Not now every Tom, Dick and Harry
seems to have a motor.
Hardly. Last time, there were five
cars parked in the market place
and another three drove past
while I was waiting.
Get Branson to take you in the car.
Neither of us are using it.
I thought I'd pop in

on old Mrs Stuart.

Will you tell Mama, if I forget?
You're late this morning.
The library grate needed
a real going over.
Are any of them down yet?
Lady Sybil's in the dining room.
I'll start with her room, then.
Daisy?
You know when you were talking about
the feeling of death in the house?
I was just being silly.
I found myself wondering
about the connection
between the poor Turkish gentleman,
Mr Pamuk, and Lady Mary's room.
Only you were saying how you felt
so uncomfortable in there.
Well, I've...
I've got to get on.
I'm late enough as it is.
Hello.
Is everything all right?
Oh, hello.
I am about to send a telegram.
Oh.
Papa's sister is always nagging him
to send supplies to London
and then we cable her, so her butler
can be at King's Cross to meet them.
It's idiotic, really.
Is this Lady Rosamond Painswick?
You HAVE done your homework.
She wrote to welcome me
into the family,
which I thought pretty generous
given the circumstances.
It's easy to be generous
when you have nothing to lose.
So are you doing any more
church visiting with Edith?
My mother's trying
to set something up.
Well, watch out.
I think she has big plans for you.
Then she's in for an equally
big disappointment.
Is it all right to do the fire?
Why are you so late?
I went back to my room
after I'd woken everyone, and I
just shut my eyes for a moment.

I've been trying

to catch up ever since.
Have you had any breakfast?
Not a crumb.
Here.
You can't take her biscuits.
She never eats them. None of them do.
They're just thrown away and changed
every evening. Thanks.
She won't mind anyway.
She's nice, Lady Sybil.
Ugh.
Gwen?
May I ask why you are sitting
on Lady Sybil's bed?
Well, you see, I had a turn.
Like a burst of sickness.
Just sudden, like.
I had to sit down.
It's true.
You'd better go and lie down.
I will tell Mrs Hughes.
I don't need to interrupt
her morning.
I'm sure I'll be fine,
if I could just put my feet up.
And how many bedrooms have you still
got to do? Just one. Lady Edith's.
And you can manage on your own?
Well, she's no use to man or beast
in that state. Go on.
Shoo.
Daisy, may I ask why you are holding
Lady Sybil's biscuit jar?
I was just polishing it
before I put it back.
See that you do.
I'm sorry, milady,
but I can't do more than my best.
Is there some difficulty,
Your Ladyship?
Dear Mrs Hughes, as you know
we're giving a dinner on Friday
for Sir Anthony Strallan?
Yes, milady.
It seems he is particularly fond
of a new pudding.
It's called Apple Charlotte.
Do you know it?
I'm not sure.
His sister, Mrs Chetwood,
sent me the receipt.

I'm trying to persuade Mrs Patmore

to make it.
And I'm trying to persuade
Her Ladyship
that I have planned the dinner
with her and I can't change it now.
Why not? Because everything's
been ordered and prepared.
Well, there's nothing here
that looks very complicated.
Apples, lemons, butter...
I cannot work from a new receipt
at a moment's notice!
But I can read it to you,
if that's the problem.
Problem? Who mentioned a problem?
How dare you say such a thing
in front of Her Ladyship!
Very well. We'll try it another time
when you've had longer to prepare.
We'll stay
with the raspberry meringue.
And very nice it'll be, too.
I'm sure.
Have you taken leave of your senses?
I'm so sorry about that, milady.
Never mind. I was asking a lot.
Do look after that girl.
Daisy? She's used to it.
She'll be all right.
I wonder. Mrs Patmore looks ready
to eat her alive.
I was only trying to help.
Like Judas was only trying to help,
I suppose,
when he brought the Roman soldiers
to the garden!
I had to let the skirt down
a little, but I can put it back.
No, it's yours.
What will happen if one of the maids
finds your room empty?
It'd only be Anna
and she wouldn't give me away.
She's like a sister.
She'd never betray me.
Then she's not like my sisters.
Walk on.
Shall I give you a hand?
Ah, would you?
It takes half the time with two.
I always feel a bit sorry

for Lady Edith.

Me too. Although I don't know why.
When you think what she's got
and we haven't.
Mrs Hughes said she was after
the other heir, Mr Patrick Crawley.
The one who drowned.
That was different.
She was in love with him.
What happened?
She never got a look-in.
He was all set up to marry Lady Mary.
Then he's a braver man than I am,
Gunga Din.
Sad to think about.
It's always sad when you love someone
who doesn't love you back.
No matter who you are.
No, I mean it's sad that he died.
Oh.
Yes.
Very sad.
He was nice.
Well, thank you for that.
Much appreciated.
My pleasure.
Perhaps Mr Patrick did love her
back, he just couldn't say.
Why ever not?
Sometimes we're not at liberty
to speak.
Sometimes it wouldn't be right.
Take a seat.
The flower show?
Oh, I thought I was in for another
telling off about the hospital.
No, this time it's the flower show.
I've been to see
old Mr Molesley's garden
and his roses are the most beautiful
I've ever laid eyes on.
Go on.
You may not know it, but I believe
the committee feel obliged
to give you the cup for the Best
Bloom as a kind of local tradition.
No. No, I do not know that.
I thought I usually won the prize
for Best Bloom In The Village
because my gardener had grown
the best bloom in the village.
Yes, but you don't USUALLY win,

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.

Do you know what's happened

to Lady Sybil?
The others' changes are ready,
but there's no sign of her.
Don't you start. I've had Her
Majesty on at me all afternoon.
Mr Carson says he'll fetch the
police if she's not back soon.
Sorry, Miss, but Mr Crump's staying
over at the Skelton estate tonight.
He's working there all week.
Is there anyone else?
Not that I know of.
Come on Dragon. Come on!
Dragon, if you don't move now,
I'll have you boiled for glue!
What if she's overturned?
What if she's lying in a ditch
somewhere?
I'm sure she'll be back
in the shake of a lamb's tail.
The truth is they're all getting
too old for a mother's control.
They're growing up.
They've grown up.
They need their own establishments.
I'm sure they'll get plenty
of offers.
No-one ever warns you about bringing
up daughters.
You think it's going
to be like Little Women.
Instead they're at each other's
throats from dawn till dusk.
You look done in.
I'll bring you some food up later
when we've finished dinner.
Where were you?
You came up, then?
Of course I did.
I had to change for the afternoon.
Did you cover for me?
What do you think?
I don't suppose this had anything
to do with Lady Sybil.
Oh, Anna, it was a nightmare.
I don't know how I got in
without being seen.
I'm sure I left a trail of mud
up the stairs.
So...did you get the job?
Well, we'll have to wait and see.

Sorry to bother you, milady,

but your mother wanted you
to know Lady Sybil's back.
She's changing now, so dinner won't
be late, after all. What happened?
The horse went lame.
Is there anything else?
There is something
that's been troubling me.
You remember the Turkish gentleman,
Mr Pamuk?
The one who died all sudden, like.
Of course I remember.
Well...
it's Daisy, milady.
The kitchen maid.
Only she's been talking recently
as if she had ideas
about Mr Pamuk's death.
What sort of ideas?
Well, I've no proof
and maybe I'm wrong.
But I've a sense she knows
something, but won't say what.
Something involving Lady Mary.
Well, how absurd.
What could she know?
Whatever it is, she won't say.
Not to us, anyway.
Have you spoken to Lady Mary
about this?
I didn't like to, milady.
It seemed impertinent somehow.
But I thought someone in the family
ought to know about it.
Quite right.
Bring the girl to my room...
tomorrow. After breakfast.
What did she want?
Nothing.
Just a message from Mama to say
that Sybil had turned up alive.
Poor darling.
She had to walk for miles.
I don't think I'd have got down,
however lame the horse.
No.
I don't believe you would.
I couldn't say, milady.
I don't know
what Miss O'Brien means.
I didn't see nothing.

Well, not much.

O'Brien,
I wonder if you might leave us?
Now...it's Daisy, isn't it?
Yes, milady.
I'm sure you see O'Brien only acted
as she did because she is concerned.
I suppose so, milady.
She seems to think that you are
in possession of some knowledge
that is uncomfortable for you.
Because if that is the case,
then I don't think it fair on you.
Why should you be burdened
with Mary's secret?
My dear, my heart goes out to you.
It really does.
Oh, there, there.
You've been carrying too heavy
a burden for too long.
Just tell me...
..and I promise you'll feel better.
You seem well prepared.
They'll add a few more flowers
before we open in the morning,
but I think we're nearly there.
Do look at Mr Molesley's display.
He's worked so hard.
They're rather marvellous,
aren't they?
Lovely.
Well done, Mr Molesley.
Thank you, milady.
I think everyone
is to be congratulated.
It's splendid.
But do look at these roses.
Have you ever seen the like?
My dear, Mrs Crawley believes I am
profiting from an unfair advantage.
Oh?
She feels in the past
I have been given the cup
merely as a matter of routine
rather than merit.
Rather ungallant, Mother. I'm sure
when we see Cousin Violet's roses,
it will be hard to think
they could be bettered.
Hard, but not impossible.
You are quite wonderful
the way you see room for improvement

wherever you look.

I never knew such reforming zeal.
I take that as a compliment.
I must have said it wrong.
Poor Granny.
She's not used to being challenged.
Nor is Mother. I think we should
let them settle it between them.
So are you interested in flowers?
I'm interested in the village.
In fact, I'm on my way
to inspect the cottages.
You know what all work and no play
did for Jack.
But you think I'm a dull boy,
anyway, don't you?
I play, too.
I'm coming up for dinner tonight.
I suspect I'm there
to balance the numbers.
Is it in aid of anything?
Not that I know of.
Just a couple of dreary neighbours,
that's all.
Maybe I'll shine by comparison.
Mary, we're going.
Maybe you will.
Might I have a word?
I want to say something
before I ring the gong.
I'm afraid it's not very pleasant.
His Lordship is missing
a very valuable snuff box.
It appears to have been taken
from the case in his room.
If one of you knows
anything about this,
will he or she please come to me?
Your words will be heard
in the strictest confidence.
Thank you.
I am sorry, Mr Bates.
What an unpleasant thing
to have happened.
Why are you picking on him?
Because he's the only one of us
who goes in there.
But don't worry.
I'm sure it'll turn up.
Thank you for your concern.
I hate this kind of thing.
I hope to God they find it.

Better get a move on.

I'm coming.
Does this brooch work?
I can't decide.
It's charming.
Oh, dear. Is it another scolding?
Of course not. You're too grown up
to scold these days.
Heavens.
Then it's really serious.
I'd like you to look after
Sir Anthony Strallan tonight.
He's a nice, decent man.
His position may not be quite
like Papa's,
but it would still make you a force
for good in the county.
Mama, not again.
How many times am I to be ordered
to marry the man sitting next to me
at dinner?
As many times as it takes.
I turned down Matthew Crawley.
Is it likely I'd marry Strallan
when I wouldn't marry him?
I am glad you've come to think
more highly of Cousin Matthew.
That's not the point.
No.
The point is
when you refused Matthew,
you were the daughter of an Earl
with an unsullied reputation.
Now you are damaged goods.
Mama...
Somehow, there is a rumour in
London, that you are not virtuous.
What? Does Papa know about this?
He knows it and he dismisses it
because, unlike you and me,
he does not know that it is true.
Let's hope it's just unkind gossip.
Because if anyone heard about...
Kemal.
My lover. Kemal Pamuk.
Exactly.
If it gets around,
and you're not already married,
every door in London
will be slammed in your face.
Mama, the world is changing.
Not that much...

and not fast enough for you.

I know you mean to help.
I know you love me.
But I also know what I'm capable of,
and forty years of boredom and duty
just isn't possible for me.
I'm sorry.
I do love you...
and I want to help.
I'm a lost cause, Mama.
Leave me to manage my own affairs.
Why not concentrate on Edith?
She needs all the help she can get.
You mustn't be unkind to Edith.
She has fewer advantages than you.
Fewer?
She has none at all.
Open the oven.
What's happened?
It's that bloomin' Daisy!
I've said she'll be the death of me,
and now my word's come true!
Come and sit down.
Get away!
Get back to the stables!
What'll you serve now?
Them, of course.
I haven't got anything else.
Daisy, give us a hand,
get that cloth.
What's the matter with that?
Are you sure?
Shouldn't we tell?
Certainly not.
Is the remove ready to go up?
Daisy, give him a hand
with the vegetables.
They're up in the servery
in the warmer.
I'm glad I don't have to eat them.
What the eye can't see,
the heart won't grieve over.
There's no doubt about it.
The next few years in farming are
going to be about mechanisation.
That's the test
and we're going to have to meet it.
Don't you agree, Lady Mary?
Yes, of course, Sir Anthony.
I'm sure I do.
Are we ever going to be allowed
to turn?

Sir Anthony, it must be so hard to

meet the challenge of the future,
and yet be fair to your employees.
That is the point precisely.
We can't fight progress, but we must
find ways to soften the blow.
I should love to see one
of the new harvesters,
if you would ever let me.
We don't have one here.
I shall be delighted.
I hope they find that snuff box.
What happens if they don't?
They'll organise a search,
won't they? I wouldn't be Mr Bates.
Not for all the tea in China.
Wouldn't you, Thomas?
I dare say he feels
just the same about you.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
Just a minute!
I don't like to put it on earlier.
It sinks in and spoils the effect.
Mama has released me, thank God.
Sir Anthony seems nice enough.
If you want to talk farming
and foxes by the hour.
I'm rather looking forward
to the flower show tomorrow.
Where Mr Molesley's roses
will turn everybody's heads.
But if you tell Granny I said so,
I'll denounce you as a liar.
I wouldn't dare.
I'll leave that
to my fearless mother.
How are the cottages? Coming on
wonderfully. I'd love to show you.
Obviously,
it's an act of faith at this stage.
Yes.
Good God!
What on earth...?
I do apologise, Lady Grantham.
But I had a mouthful of salt.
What?
Everyone! Put down your forks!
Carson, remove this.
Bring fruit, bring cheese, bring
anything to take this taste away!
Sir Anthony, I am so sorry.

Fains I be Mrs Patmore's kitchen

maid when the news gets out.
Poor girl. We ought to send in
a rescue party.
You must think us very disorganised.
No not at all. These things happen.
Hey, come on.
It's not that bad.
Nobody's died.
I don't understand it.
It must have been that Daisy.
She's muddled everything up
before now! But I never Don't worry, Daisy.
You're not in the line of fire.
I know that pudding!
I chose it cos I know it!
Which is why you wouldn't let Her
Ladyship have the pudding she wanted.
Because you didn't know it.
Exactly!
I don't see how it happened.
Come on, everyone. Let's give Mrs
Patmore some room to breathe.
You, too.
I don't think I should leave her.
Mr Carson knows what he's doing.
Don't do that.
Get William or the hall boy to
do it. It's beneath your dignity.
It won't kill me.
Now...
..all in your own good time.
I think you've got something
to tell me...
haven't you?
I think I know
where that snuff box is.
Where?
Hidden in your room.
You don't think Of Course I don't.
You silly beggar.
Then -? I bet Thomas would like it,
if they took you for a thief.
Yes. I expect he would.
Go upstairs now and find it.
And when you have, you can choose
whether to put it in Thomas's room.
Or give it to me,
and I'll slip it into Miss O'Brien's.
You naughty girl.

Fight fire with fire.

That's what my Mum says.
Poor Mrs Patmore. Do you think you
should go down and see her?
Tomorrow. She needs time
to recover her nerves.
I knew there was something going on.
It seems hard that poor Sir Anthony
had to pay the price.
Good God!
As for you giggling like
a schoolgirl with Cousin Matthew!
It was pathetic.
Poor Edith. I'm sorry Cousin Matthew
proved a disappointment to you.
Who says he has?
Matthew.
He told me.
Oh, sorry. Wasn't I supposed to know?
You were very helpful, Edith,
looking after Sir Anthony.
You saved the day.
I enjoyed it.
We seemed to have a lot
to talk about.
Spare me your boasting, please.
Now who's jealous?
Jealous?
Do you think I couldn't have
him if I wanted him?
Even you can't take every prize.
Is that a challenge?
If you like.
I could almost manage
for a long time,
knowing the kitchen
and where everything was kept.
Even with that fool girl.
I think you might owe Daisy
an apology.
Maybe.
I've had a lot to put up with,
I can tell you.
And you've not been to a doctor?
I don't need a doctor
to tell me I'm going blind.
A blind cook, Mr Carson.
What a joke.
Whoever heard of such a thing?
A blind cook.
I hope our salty pudding
didn't spoil the evening for you.

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.

If Molesley deserves the first prize

for his flowers
the judges will give it to him.
They wouldn't dare. Really, Robert.
You make me so annoyed.
Isn't it possible
I should win the thing on merit?
I think the appropriate answer
to that, Mama, is 'Yes, dear.'
I don't know why we're bothering.
We'll have missed the speeches
as it is.
Don't be such a grouch.
You should have punished one of them
at least.
They know that I know.
That's worth something.
What do you think will happen
to Mrs Patmore?
She'll muddle through
with Daisy for help.
In the long term, we'll have to wait
for the doctor to give his opinion.
I hope there's something they can do.
I hope so, too.
But if there isn't,
I hope they tell her there isn't.
Nothing is harder to live with
than false hope.
I wish you'd just come out with it.
With what?
Whatever it is you're keeping secret.
I can't.
You don't deny it, then?
No, I don't deny it.
And I don't deny
you've a right to ask.
But I can't.
I'm not a free man.
Are you trying to tell me
that you're married?
I have been married, yes,
but that's not all of it.
Because...
..because I love you, Mr Bates.
I know it's not ladylike to say it...
..but I'm not a lady and I don't
pretend to be.
You are a lady to me.
And I never knew a finer one.
If you want a lift,
I can take one of you, but not more.

One of the women.

No, you must go. Then we can all
hurry and meet you there.
Yes all right.
I mustn't slow you down.
There's been too much of that
already.
Have you recovered from our ordeal?
I got a letter this morning.
They must have written it as soon
as I left the office.
They are pleased to have met me,
but I do not quite fit
their requirements.
So it was all for nothing.
I don't agree.
Only a fool doesn't know
when they've been beaten.
Then I'm a fool, for I'm a long way
from being beaten yet.
And now...
When you ran off last night,
I hope you hadn't thought me rude.
Certainly not.
I monopolised you at dinner.
I had no right
to any more of your time.
You see, Edith, and I had this sort
of bet - Please don't apologise.
I had a lovely evening and
I'm glad we're on speaking terms.
Now, I should look after my mother.
Why was Cousin Matthew
in such a hurry to get away?
Don't be stupid.
I suppose you didn't want him
when he wanted you,
and now it's the other way round.
You have to admit it's quite funny.
I'll admit that
if I ever wanted to attract a man,
I'd steer clear of those clothes
and that hat.
You think yourself so superior,
don't you?
Ugh!
Well, I think she who laughs last
laughs longest.
Did that missing box of yours
ever turn up?
It was a fuss about nothing.
They must have put it back

on the wrong shelf, dusting.

Bates found it this morning.
Next time, have a proper look before
you start complaining.
I'm sure the servants were
frightened half to death.
Mea Culpa.
And now the Grantham Cup for
the Best Bloom In The Village.
And The Grantham Cup
is awarded to...
..Mr William Molesley...
..for his Comptesse Cabarousse rose.
Bravo! Well done!
Bravo!
Congratulations, Mr Molesley.
Thank you, milady.
Thank you for letting me have it.
It is the judge's who decide
these things, not me.
But very well done.
Congratulations.
Bravo, Mama.
That must have been a real
sacrifice. And bravely borne.
I don't know
what everyone's on about.
But I...
All is well, my dear.
All is well.
But you agree with everything
he says? I do, my dear.
We should see more of each other.
I can't listen to your attempts
to try and justify yourself.
But if you expect me
to disown my daughter.
I can't... No, I was hoping that Lady
Edith might like to accompany me.
Don't play with me.
I took her to Ripon for the count.
Last June...
saw Emily Davison...
crushed to death beneath the hooves
of the king's horse!
Will the summer of
prove as fatal
for the hopes of women?
It cannot!
(HUBBUB)
This historic by-election...
..has been a first step

on the journey to women's equality.

If you're so keen on women's rights,
let a woman speak!
Why stop there? Let's get the dogs
up and listen to them bark (!)
(JEERING)
We are winning! Winning!
You all right, My Lady?
Isn't it exciting?
(SPEECH CONTINUES OVER JEERING)
You're an idiot, man!
I think it's time
for Branson to take you home.
Not yet.
I think so.
I applaud your spirit in coming and
I will applaud your discretion
when you go.
But you agree with everything
he says. I do, my dear.
But I also know, if anything happens
to you, Branson will lose his place.
Better safe than sorry, My Lady.
..is an act of mercy. I disagree!
(JEERING)
The car is just here.
Women must get the vote,
mustn't they, Branson?
Why does the prime minister
resist the inevitable?
Politicians can't often recognise
the changes that are inevitable.
I hope you do go into politics.
It's a fine ambition.
Ambition, or dream?
If I do...
it's not all about
women and the vote, for me.
Nor even freedom for Ireland.
It's the gap between
the aristocracy and the poor and...
And what?
I'm sorry.
I don't mean to speak against
His Lordship.
Why not?
You obviously don't approve of him.
Not as a representative
of an oppressive class.
But he's a good man.
And a decent employer.
Spoken like a true politician.

(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

for the first course.

Oh, my God!
Rather unlike Carson.
We'd better go straight into dinner.
I shall tell Miss O'Brien and Anna.
Any more news of the by-election?
Mr Crawley was here. He said his
mother had gone to the Liberal
rally in Ripon.
I heard it was...quite lively.
I daresay the townies will make
the usual stink when the Tory
candidate's returned.
I'm not sure. I heard the Liberal
was given a hard time today.
Mr Branson said it was
getting out of hand when they left.
Typical Branson to be there.
I hope he squared it with Carson.
Who went with him?
Er...
Not sure anyone went with him, sir.
You said 'they.' Who was with him?
I'd rather not say.
Bates? Who was with him?
Lady Sybil.
Lady Sybil?! Why?
I should never have mentioned it,
My Lord. I thought you knew.
No. I did not know.
I gather you went to hear
the Liberal candidate today.
There were several speakers,
actually. He was the last.
Did he speak well?
I thought so.
There was quite a brouhaha.
You know what these things
can be like. I do.
Hence my astonishment you should not
feel it necessary to ask my
permission to attend!
I assume this was Branson's scheme.
No. I confess,
I was amused to have an Irish
radical as a chauffeur.
But I see now I've been naive!
I told Branson to take Sybil.
What are you saying?!
Sybil needed to go to Ripon.
I asked Branson to drive her.
I thought it would be sensible.

In case there was trouble.

I want to do some canvassing.
The by-election isn't far off.
Canvassing?
Oh, it's quite safe. You're in
a group and you knock on doors.
Yes, I know what canvassing is.
I think that Sybil is What? Are you canvassing too?
Or would you rather
take in washing (?)
I was only going to say that Sybil
is entitled to her opinions. No.
She isn't until she is married.
Then her husband will tell her
what her opinions are.
Oh, Granny! I knew you wouldn't
approve. Which, presumably,
is why you all hid your plans
from me.
Her Ladyship'll have a smacked
bottom if she's not careful.
Hurry up.
I don't want anything else
to go wrong.
Where's the sauce?
Doesn't this have Hollandaise?
I'll get it. I won't be a jiffy.
Would you do that for me?
I'd do anything for you.
Does this mean you won't be
presented next month?
Certainly not. Why should it?
Well, I doubt I'd expect to
curtsey to their majesties in June
when I'd been arrested
at a riot in May.
But then, I'm old.
Things may be different now.
She hasn't been arrested
and it wasn't a riot.
But it might be next time.
There will not be a next time.
Her Ladyship's not best pleased
at being told off in public.
William said
she was looking daggers.
I'm sorry I started all this.
Oh, it's not your fault.
He ought to be glad
he's got a daughter who cares.
Her Ladyship's ready to leave.

I'll bring the car round.

You pleased with yourself (?)
Silly chump.
He's nervous. He thinks I'm planning
to tell Mr Carson about the wine.
Well, he shouldn't have stolen it,
then.
No.
But I don't want anyone
to lose their job because of me.
Even Thomas?
Even after
what they tried to do to you?
Even then.
Your Ladyship. Do you have a moment?
Of course.
I have received a letter, My Lady.
From a friend of mine. He's valet
to the Marquess of Flintshire.
I don't envy him. Lord Flintshire
is a minister at the Foreign Office.
As you know, Lady Flintshire
is His Lordship's cousin.
Oh, of course, of course.
The point is,
he has dealings with
the Turkish Ambassador.
It seems His Excellency has made him
privy to a scurrilous story
concerning Lady Mary and the late...
Mr Pamuk.
May I read this letter?
Is there anything
you want me to do about it?
No. Thank you.
Sometimes, even to deny these
things is only to throw paraffin
onto the flames.
I did try to inform His Lordship.
What?
But I...couldn't seem to find
the right moment.
Quite right.
Please leave His Lordship to me.
I'm sorry. The only sure way
to get rid of a servant
is to have him or her
suspected of stealing.
We've tried that,
and it didn't work.
But last time, we invented a theft.
We need to make him a suspect when

something's really been stolen.

How do we know anything's been
stolen? Because you stole it.
You noodle!
You mean the wine? Yeah. The wine.
But Bates knows I took it. He was
threatening to tell Mr Carson.
Well, he can't, can he?
Not if we get in first.
Are you telling me
you saw him take the cellar key?
Not exactly. But I saw him in here.
And I thought
the key was swinging on its hook.
I just wondered if
any of the wine was missing.
I think I owe you an apology
after the way I spoke at dinner.
Next time you want to treat me
like a naughty schoolgirl,
you might do it in private,
not in front of the servants.
You're right. I'm sorry.
Course, it gave your mother
her best evening since Christmas.
Even so, we must try
to keep control of Sybil.
Robert.
Believe me, Sybil...
is not your problem.
We've got to support Mary this year,
when we get to London.
But it's Sybil's first season.
We can't have Mary
stealing her thunder.
Sybil will do well enough.
It's time Mary was settled.
High time.
Poor old Edith.
We never seem to talk about her.
I'm afraid Edith will be the one
to care for us in our old age.
What a ghastly prospect?
Mamma? Anna said you wanted me.
Look who's paid us a visit.
Sir Anthony!
How nice.
We all thought we'd driven you away
with that horrible salty pudding.
No, indeed. (LAUGHS)
But I have been away.
He's been in Austria and Germany.

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?

He's found out something about...

Well...a person he admires.
And it isn't very nice.
Has he said who this person is...
..who's proved a disappointment?
I don't like to say, My Lady.
Please do, if you know.
Oh, I know.
It's Mr Bates.
Oh, Bates? Why? What's he done?
You should ask Mr Carson, My Lady.
It's not my place to tell.
Papa.
Can...Branson drive me into Ripon...
on Friday evening?
I don't think so, no.
Not after the last time.
Oh, please. There's a meeting
of my borstal charity.
I've missed two,
and I simply must be there.
You'd have to take
Mary or Edith with you.
Don't make me. Those meetings
are deadly at the best of times.
And you know what they're like
when they're bored.
Why are all your causes
so steeped in gloom?
Because it's the gloomy things
that need our help.
If everything in the garden's
sunny...why meddle?
Well, I agree with that.
Talking of sunny, are you looking
forward to your coming season?
I am rather.
Hello. What are you doing here?
I'm in search of your father.
Carson thought he was outside.
He's in the library.
What is it? Nothing much. I've had
an enquiry about one of the farms.
Ah.
So.
What's new at the big house?
Oh. Sybil, mainly.
She's discovered politics, which,
of course, makes Papa see red.
I admire Sybil's passion, though.
Of course.
But then, I like a good argument.

Papa does not.

If you really like an argument...
Yes?
We should see more of each other.
So, it's all right? I can go?
(DOG WHINES)
Will you be late?
I think I'll miss dinner.
Well, remember
to tell Branson to take a sandwich
for himself.
But who's it from?
Susan Flintshire.
What does she say?
Well, prepare yourself for the worst.
Not the first page.
My poor niece never uses one word
when twenty will do.
Start there. 'I am sorry...'
'I am sorry to have to tell you
that Hugh has heard a vile story
about your granddaughter Mary.'
Sorry? She's thrilled (!)
Now. First I must ask...
And I want you to think carefully
before you answer.
Is any of this true?
I see.
Some of it IS true.
How much?
Oh, dear.
She didn't drag him.
I wondered about that. Obviously,
Susan's forgotten...the distance
between the girls' rooms
and the bachelor's corridor.
She couldn't manage it alone.
So, how did she do it?
I helped her. She woke me up.
And I helped her.
Well...
I always thought...this family
might be approaching dissolution...
I didn't know dissolution
was already upon us.
Does Robert know?
No. And he isn't going to.
Oh.
Of course, it was terribly wrong.
It was all terribly wrong.
But I didn't see whaPlease.

I can't listen to your attempts

to try and justify yourself.
I know this is hard for you to hear.
God knows, it was
hard for me to live through.
But if you expect me
to disown my daughter...
..I'm afraid you will be
disappointed.
Good day.
I thought you must be out here.
And you'd be right.
I know you're upset.
Yes, I'm upset.
I've been working here two years.
And yet, Mr Carson has no difficulty
believing the worst of me.
I think he has
a great deal of difficulty.
Which is why he hasn't
told His Lordship yet.
Can't you just explain about Thomas?
No, no.
It would sound like
a false accusation.
You can't take it lying down.
Because you're not guilty
of any wrong.
And, before it's over,
I'm gonna tell the world.
Are you?
I'm not sure the world is listening.
Sorry. I'm a bit late tonight.
Not to worry. How are you?
Bearing up.
This isn't the end.
You mustn't give up.
We'll get there.
Forgive me, My Lady, but...
You don't get it.
You're brought up to think
it's all within your grasp.
That if you want something enough,
it will come to you.
Well, we're not like that.
We don't think our dreams
are bound to come true, because...
Because they almost never do.
Then, that's why we must
stick together.
Your dream is my dream now.
I'll make it come true.

Why hasn't he done anything?

He's had the story and the witnesses.
The witnesses?
What do you think this is?
A murder mystery?
Mr Bates can't accuse me now.
It'll sound as if he's trying
to get his own back.
If I lose my job over this,
I swear to God, I'll swing for you.
Is there any stale bread
you're throwing out?
And some salt.
Why?
Well, I thought I'd make
a last hot poultice for Diamond.
It'll give him a better night.
You big softy.
What'll Mr Lynch say?
Oh, he doesn't mind.
He says I've got the touch.
He thinks I should pack this in
and be a groom. Why don't you?
My mum...
She was so excited when I came here.
They're proud of me,
and I'd hate to spoil that.
Do you miss 'em?
I never had that in my childhood.
Someone you could always trust.
Well, I trust them, they trust me.
There are no lies in our house.
Thanks. That's enough.
I'm glad to catch you.
We have a conundrum at the hospital,
and I would value your opinion.
Of course.
We've been treating...
the mother of your footman
William Mason.
What's the matter with her?
Heart, I'm afraid.
She's forbidden us to say anything
to her son. That's ridiculous.
She's gone home now,
but she's still very ill.
Clearly, the boy should
go and see her.
And I assume you would
have no objections? Course not.
So.
Do we break a patient's confidence

and disobey her orders...or not?

We can't...if she's forbidden it.
I must say, I agree with you.
Well, I'll tell him.
No. You will not.
She has rights, too.
And there are rules.
I don't care a fig about rules.
Where to from here, My Lady?
What do you mean? We've arrived?
The meeting's in this place?
This IS the meeting. We're here
for the counting of the votes.
I don't understand. I thought that Don't be silly, Branson.
You didn't think I'd
miss my very first by-election.
His Lordship won't approve.
Let me worry about him.
I have to park the car. Don't move!
Stay where you are! Really!
I thought I gave the orders.
(CAR HORN TOOTS)
Sir Anthony Strallan.
Sir Anthony.
Don't worry.
I haven't got the date wrong.
What a relief. I could hear Cora
wondering if dinner would stretch (!)
No, I'm not really here at all.
But I was driving past your gates
and I thought I'd take a chance.
See, the thing is,
I've got two tickets for a concert
in York next Friday.
How nice. Although, I can't No.
I was hoping that Lady Edith
might like to accompany me.
But I'd love to. Shouldn't you
ask what sort of concert it is?
Oh, just Hungry Hundreds stuff,
mostly. You know.
Bellini, Puccini, Rossini.
I'm not up to anything complicated.
I...I'd like that very much.
Excellent. Well, it's quite a hike,
so I'll pick you up around six?
Lady Jervas has asked us for a bite
to eat after, if that's all right
with your mother.
By all means.

Well, I must run.

I hope I haven't spoilt your dinner.
We may have to
hire a nurse after all (!)
Oh, for heaven's sake hold it
steady, if you don't want to start
again from the beginning.
Do these biscuits go up? No. I put
them out for the fairies (!) Oh.
Of course they're going up!
What's wrong with you?
You're always dozy, but tonight
you make Sleeping Beauty look alert.
I was just thinking... Ooh, Blimey!
Batten down the hatches (!)
I think I've let myself down.
It can't be a new sensation.
The Honourable Joseph Gerald Ansty...
(CLAMOUR)
..for the Conservative
and Unionist Party...
, votes.
Votes for women! Votes for women!
Martin James Dillon,
the Socialist Party...
, votes.
Call it a day, My Lady!
Don't be silly. This is the moment
we've come for.
Trevor Andrew Morgan,
the Liberal Party...
This lot aren't interested in votes.
They're spoiling for a fight!
.., votes.
I hereby declare...
Come on.
Out you get, lads.
We'll soon wipe the smile off
their Tory bloody faces!
..is duly elected...to serve
as member of parliament...
..member of parliament... Sybil!
..for the Ripon constituency.
What are you doing here?
I couldn't miss this.
Couldn't you? I could!
I don't like the look of this,
My Lady!
Look. Look!
I'm on your side. Don't cause any
trouble. Believe me!
What's your problem, Mr Lah-di-dah?

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.

And he still doesn't know?

She's adamant. I've tried to explain
how hard it'll be on him.
But she won't have him disturbed.
To hear her talk, you'd think
he was a cabinet minister.
He's made her proud.
There are plenty of children
in grander circumstances who'd love
to say the same.
I wish you'd tell me
what's troubling you.
If it's this business
with Mr Bates...
It's not that.
I'll get to the bottom of that.
Well, I hope you'll do it soon.
If there's one thing I hate,
it's an atmosphere.
And we've got a real atmosphere
going now.
It's an unfair rumour
which needs to be scotched.
It's very hard to hear
the names of people you love
dragged in the mud.
You feel so powerless.
Well. I...
respect Mr Bates, but...
I'm not sure that I love him.
I wasn't thinking of Mr Bates.
(KNOCKING)
Mr Carson, have you got a minute?
What is it, Daisy?
Mr Carson's a very busy man.
I know he is.
But I think he'll want to hear this.
I told you something
that wasn't true.
Why would you do that?
I did it as a favour...
for a friend. But I know
now it was wrong to ask it of me.
She's not badly hurt, is she?
I don't think so, no.
Thank God.
Better be prepared. I'm afraid
Lord Grantham will hit the roof.
I never would've taken her there.
I may be a socialist,
but I'm not a lunatic.
I'm not sure Papa

knows the difference.

You'll let me know how she gets on?
Please.
If you wish.
How dare you? How DARE you
disobey me in this way?!
Robert. I'm sure Are you so knowledgeable...
(DISTANT RANTING)
Papa, I'm sorry I disobeyed you.
But I'm interested, I'm political,
I have opinions!
Of course, I blame Branson.
I don't think that's fair.
We had none of this.
None of it!
Until he set foot in our house.
I suppose I should give thanks
he hasn't burnt the place down
over our heads!
Branson knew nothing
until we arrived there.
He leaves tonight.
If you punish Branson, I'll never
speak to you again. Never!
I don't believe this is Branson's
fault. Truly, Papa. Blame me.
I do blame you!
Robert, can we do this
in the morning? Sybil needs rest.
But if I find tomorrow
that Branson is missing...
I'll run away, I warn you.
Oh! And where would you go?
Well, I can't think now.
But I will go. And you'll be sorry.
I should be sorry. Very sorry indeed.
(APPROACHING FOOTSTEPS)
How is she?
She'll be perfectly fine.
I gather you're the shining knight
in all this.
Not really. But I'm glad
I was there. So am I, by heaven.
If it had been left to
that bloody fool Branson...
You should see what he reads.
It's all Marx and Ruskin
and John Stuart Mill. I ask you.
Papa prefers
the servants to read the Bible
and letters from home (!)

There are sandwiches for Mr Crawley

in the dining room, Lady Mary.
Thank you, Mrs Hughes.
We couldn't let you starve.
You really didn't have to.
Mary, you look after Matthew.
I'll go up and revive your mother.
Do you stand by your story?
I don't have a story.
You saw Mr Bates in here alone,
hanging up the cellar key.
To me, that is a story.
I only said I might have seen him.
I suppose I was wrong.
And Miss O'Brien. Were you then wrong
when you thought you saw Mr Bates
carrying a bottle?
You wicked creature!
Anna.
You are here to watch,
not to participate.
I don't think I was wrong, no.
What do you say to that, Mr Bates?
I know this to be untrue
because I have no need of it.
Since I arrived at Downton...
you have never seen me...
drink one drop of alcohol.
Let us say, then,
that Miss O'Brien was...mistaken.
Mistaken, my eye!
And Daisy, we all know the value
of your contribution. Yes, Mr Carson.
But I must ask one thing, Mr Bates.
How did you know
the wine had been taken?
I'm afraid I cannot answer that.
We can drink to Sybil's safe return.
Why not?
I'll ring for a glass.
No, never mind that.
Here.
You're not very fastidious about
doing things properly, are you?
Are you?
Less than you might think.
Are you at all political?
Yes.
But with a hung parliament, it's hard
to get excited about a by-election.
You know, nothing will change...
whoever gets in.

If I might keep you for a minute

more, Mr Carson...
If you'd like me to leave... No. I
would like you to stay, Mrs Hughes.
And you, Anna.
You have decided...
not to take action over
the allegations Thomas
has made against me
because you believe them
to be untrue.
That is correct. And you are right.
There is no truth in them.
But, if you were to proceed with
the matter, you would find
them to be proven.
Thomas has tried to convince you
that I am a drunkard and a thief.
Which we never believed.
Because you know no different.
Until a couple of years ago,
I was a drunkard.
And I was imprisoned...as a thief.
I have...
repaid your kindness...very poorly.
I masqueraded as a man of...honour.
And integrity.
But, by any moral code...
I am disgraced.
That can't be the whole story.
Perhaps not.
But it's enough of it to demand...
..my resignation.
Do you want to leave, Mr Bates?
No. But I feel I have no choice.
You owe me a say in the matter,
surely?
If you wish.
Then I will consider the case
and give you my decision when I have
discussed it with His Lordship.
Until then, I hope
you will remain in your post.
Thank you for
coming to Sybil's rescue.
You were very brave.
She told me you knocked a man down.
I hope I did my duty.
Are you a creature of duty?
Not entirely.
When you laugh with me or...
flirt with me...

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...

That's an advance on what

it would've been a year ago.
Do you want to marry him?
I know you want me to marry him.
What we want doesn't matter.
At least, it's not all that matters.
Do you love Matthew?
Yes.
I think perhaps I do.
I think I may have loved him
for much longer than I knew.
Oh, my darling!
Let's not pretend this isn't the
answer to every one of our prayers.
I'd have to tell him.
Oh.
Is it absolutely necessary?
If I didn't, I'd feel as if
I'd caught him with a lie.
I hope you know that really smart
people sleep in separate rooms.
I always keep the bed made up
in the dressing room.
So at least I pretend
we sleep apart. Isn't that enough?
No. Never mind.
Goodnight.
Oh. Haven't you gone up yet?
Blow this out. You're the last.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
Goodnight.
I'm gonna bloody get him.
I don't care what you say.
What would I say?
Everything comes to him who waits.
And I've waited long enough.
Does Carson know you're here?
I heard you were going out.
I wanted to see how he was walking.
Lynch is happy for me to ride him.
Oh, yes. He's better.
But I'll wait and see what he's
like when you're up.
William, are you planning
to go home soon?
Well, it's a bit far
for my half day.
But I can maybe get the time in
July, when the family's in London.
That's if I don't go with you,
of course.

I think you should take a few

days off and go now. I'll fix it.
I'll speak to Father and to Carson.
No-one will mind.
But why, My Lady?
Your mother's not been well.
How do you know?
I heard someone mention it
in the village. I forget who.
I had a letter, and she never said.
Oh, I'm sure it's nothing.
I know it will cheer her to see you.
Well...if it wouldn't be a bother.
It won't. I'll arrange it
as soon as I get back.
Thank you very much, My Lady.
She ought to spend some time
with the people she loves.
The Dowager Countess, My Lady.
Good afternoon, my dear.
Good afternoon.
There's no need to be so prim.
I come in peace.
Shall I sit here?
Now, I've been thinking.
I confess I do not know
if I would have had the strength,
mentally or physically...
..to carry a corpse...
the length of this house.
But I hope I would've done.
You were quite right.
When something bad happens...
there's no point
in wishing it had not happened.
The only option
is to minimise the damage.
Or try to.
But if the Flintshires
have got hold of it I've written to Susan.
I said it was a story
made up by Mr Pamuk's enemies
to discredit him.
Even if she doesn't believe me,
she won't tell,
in case it reflects badly on her.
The ambassador...is dangerous.
But then...how many people
really go to the Turkish Embassy?
It only takes one.
Well...

That just can't be helped.

We can't have him assassinated...
I suppose.
Robert still doesn't suspect.
Oh, I should hope not.
No. Our only way forward...
is to get Mary settled
as soon as possible.
I have news on that score.
Matthew has proposed.
(GASPS) My, my!
Has she said yes?
She hasn't said anything yet,
except that she's going to have to
tell him about Pamuk.
For heaven's sake! Why?
She thinks to keep it secret
would be dishonourable.
She reads too many novels.
I mean, one way or another,
everyone goes down the aisle
with half the story hidden.
The question is...
will she accept Matthew?
I'm not sure.
Well, if she doesn't,
we'll just have to take her abroad.
In these moments...
you can normally find an Italian
who isn't too picky.
We'll give her till the start
of the grouse. Very well.
If she turns Matthew down, we'll
take her to Rome in the autumn.
It's official.
Thank you for
not turning against her.
I know that you have rules and,
when people break them,
you find it hard to forgive.
I understand that...
and I respect it.
In this case,
Mary has the trump card.
What?
Mary is family.
Unusual, obviously.
Unusual? It's biblical.
Not quite.
If she won't say yes
when he might be poor,
he won't want her

when he will be rich.

Do you love me enough
to spend your life with me?
There's a war coming.
And war means change.
Downton Abbey
season , episode
Hurry up, girls. Come on.
Come on, come on!
You should be done here!
They'll be back from the station
any second now!
I haven't had a chance to ask.
How was London?
Oh, much as usual.
Dirty, noisy. Quite enjoyable.
There was no need for you
to come back a day early.
I'm perfectly capable
of getting the house ready.
Of course you are. But I'd like
to have the heavy luggage back
and unpacked before they get here.
I suppose...
Steady, William!
This isn't a race.
- Poor lad.
- But he did see her?
I was worried when
I took him to King's Cross.
Yes, he had time
to say goodbye.
How is he now?
Well, you've only got one mother,
haven't you?
They're here, Mrs Hughes!
Hello, William.
It's good to have you back.
What a relief to be home.
Don't listen when His Lordship
pretends not to enjoy the season!
- When in Rome...
- Will Lady Mary be back soon?
She's staying on with my sister
for a couple of weeks.
So Grantham House is closed?
It will be by the end of this week.
Dear Mrs Hughes, I hope
you've had some time to yourself
while we've been away.
I've tackled a few jobs that get
forgotten when the house is full.

Any local news?

The main topic here is
the murder of the Austrian Archduke.
Yeah, here and
everywhere else.
I'm afraid we haven't heard
the last of that.
- How's William?
- Bearing up.
Poor chap.
He has our sympathies.
- I think I'll wash the train off before dinner.
- Very good, my lord.
- I can unpack while you're bathing.
- I'll see you up there.
Mrs Hughes, have you thought about
the garden party for the hospital?
I've started on it, but there are
things we need to talk about.
Oh, dear. That sounds like trouble.
I'll take my hat off.
Sybil? You were a great success
in London, darling. Well done.
- You never say that to me.
- Don't I?
You were very helpful, dear.
Thank you.
I hate to spoil
Her Ladyship's homecoming,
but what are we going to do about
Mrs Patmore?
She's worse than when you left.
Much worse.
And I meant to ask,
is there a decision
about Mr Bates leaving?
Not yet. His Lordship wants the facts
and Mr Bates won't give them.
So what are you going to say
to Her Ladyship about Mrs Patmore?
Oh, I'm not sure.
I don't want the poor woman sacked,
but... things cannot go on
as they are.
There's nothing like an English
summer, is there?
Except an English winter.
I'm sorry you haven't received
more invitations.
But then, after four seasons,
one is less a debutante than a survivor.
My dear, is there anything

you're not telling me?

- No.
- Only, one hears stories.
There's nothing,
Aunt Rosamund.
So, have you decided...
whether or not to marry
Cousin Matthew?
Oh, there's no secret Cora can keep
for more than a month.
You'd be surprised.
I've told him I'll give him
my answer the day I get back.
Well, it would be very tidy.
At least we can say that.
- Fancy a smoke?
- Don't mind if I do.
There they go...
Guy Fawkes and his assistant.
- Which is which?
- Here you are.
Surely, if His Lordship
hasn't done anything until now,
it means he doesn't want
to take it any further.
Anna's made me
an armband, Mr Carson.
For my mother.
Can I wear it?
I daresay.
Not when we're entertaining,
but otherwise...
Hello, Doctor.
I didn't know you were here.
No. Lady Grantham
sent a message.
- Why? She's not ill, is she?
- Not... ill, exactly.
Would you mind waiting
in the library?
- Pregnant?
- You needn't be quite so shocked.
Give me a moment.
You haven't been pregnant
for years!
- And I'm pregnant now!
- I don't understand what
we've done differently.
Stop right there! If you want to know
more, go and offer the doctor some whisky.
I can't take it in.
But... you're pleased?

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?

It's very hard to believe.

Harder for you than for me.
I love the thought of a baby in
the house, but if it's a boy...
It'll be very hard on Mr Crawley.
I know. I was no great champion
when he first arrived.
But it seems to me he's tried his best
and he's done the decent thing.
I can't see that coming off.
You don't mean
the engagement?
But it's not
an engagement yet, is it?
She'd never throw him over!
Mr Carson, Lady Mary Crawley
does not deserve you.
And she's not be in touch
with Cousin Matthew.
Not that I'm told...
Wonderful news, of course.
You must look after yourself.
Don't worry. O'Brien has me
wrapped in silk and feathers.
You're lucky.
I have a horrible feeling Simmons
is about to hand in her notice.
She's looking very fidgety lately,
and I saw her hurrying
to meet the postman.
Oh, you poor thing.
Is there anything worse
than losing one's maid?
Why would she want to leave me?
I've been as gentle as a lamb.
Most of the time.
I want to say I'll make
provision for you
if it's a boy and
you get pushed out.
Don't worry.
I know you can't.
If any man living understands
the strength of the entail, it's me.
I can give you Crawley House
for life, if it's a help.
- Have you heard from Mary?
- No. Have you?
By the way, I want to ask a favour.
What's the name of your cook,
the one you brought with you
from Manchester?

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

has been unwilling to let things drop.

It seems that when we were in
London, she made a new friend...
a lady's maid in the house
of a colonel in your former regiment.
Please tell me that this account
is false, at least in part.
I wish I could.
I'll have to show this
to His Lordship.
Of course you will.
I do not like to play
the part of Pontius Pilate,
but I'm afraid I must.
Lord Grantham will decide
what's to be done.
Mr Bates, I hope you do not feel
that I treated you unjustly.
On the contrary, Mr Carson,
I am astonished at your kindness.
Of all of you, Sybil might find joy
in a cottage, but not you.
- We don't know it'll be a boy.
- Exactly.
So ask Matthew to wait
until the child is born.
If it's a girl, you can wed him happily
and all will be as it was before.
But if I delay, won't he think
I'm only after him for his position?
Besides, I'm not sure
I want to put him off,
even without the title.
We get on so well, you know.
And he's terribly clever.
He might end up Lord Chancellor.
And he might not.
Oh, come along, Mary, be sensible.
Can you really see yourself
dawdling your life away
as the wife of a country solicitor?
But why would we ever want
a telephone at Downton, my lord?
Well, they have their uses.
You could speak
to the housekeeper in London.
That'd be helpful, surely?
I hope I have not failed in my
management of the recent move?
Not at all.
But the telephone is here now,
and the girls got used to it

when we were in London.

Besides, none of us know what
the next few months will bring.
Because of the Archduke's death?
Austria won't get what it wants
from Serbia.
And now Russia's starting to rumble.
Well, there's not much
we can do about that.
So, will you take care
of the telephone, man?
Oh, about Mr Bates, my lord.
I expect you've had time to consider
the contents of that letter?
Yes. But I find it very odd.
Regimental silver?
I could more easily see Bates
as an assassin than a petty pilferer.
I agree. And while the letter
is hard to argue with,
I wouldn't put anything past
Thomas or Miss O'Brien.
- So, what did we miss?
- Nothing much.
Although you'd have had
more invitations than I did.
- Have you thought about Matthew?
- Of course.
- But Aunt Rosamund says
- No. She's written to me.
I should pay no attention.
But Granny, she has got a point.
Mary can't be completely naive.
- I don't need your help, thank you.
- Mary, listen to me.
If you take Matthew now,
when his whole future is at risk,
he will love you
to the end of his days.
Why, Granny, you're a romantic!
I've been called many things,
but never that.
And what happens if the baby is a boy
and Matthew loses everything?
- Mary can always change her mind.
- But I can't do that to Matthew.
It's not how we are together.
I'm going upstairs
to help Anna unpack.
I'll come with you.
Edith, why don't you go too?
Sir Anthony Strallan

was at Lady Wren's party.

He asked after you.
- Is she really serious about him?
- Any port in a storm...
By the way,
I must write about my maid.
She's leaving, to get married.
- How could she be so selfish?
- I do sympathise.
Robert's always wanted me to get rid
of O'Brien, but I can't face it.
Anyway, she's so fond of me.
Well, I thought Simmons
was fond of ME!
What am I to do?
Well, I'll put an advertisement in The Lady.
It's always the best place to start.
Oh! That's so kind.
Thank you.
I really must be going.
Now, don't let Mary wait for the baby
before she gives Matthew her answer.
I'm sure it's another girl.
I know those men
of the moral high ground.
If she won't say yes
when he might be poor,
he won't want her
when he will be rich.
Maybe we should knit something.
Oh, yes, I'm sure they'd love
a pair of bootees knitted by you.
Or what about a Christening mug?
They can buy their own silver.
- Anything in the paper, Thomas?
- They've arrested this Princip fella
with his gang.
All Serbian and members
of the Black Hand.
- The Black Hand?
- I don't like the sound of that.
I don't like the sound
of any of it. War is on the way.
Then we'll have to face it...
as bravely as we can.
Thank you, Mr Cannon Fodder.
Don't you think a war's coming?
Oh, there'll be a war, all right.
And it's time to prepare for it.
- The country, do you mean?
- No. Me.
You never disappoint.

Daisy, run and find Mrs Patmore.

His Lordship wants to see her
in the library.
His Lordship wants Mrs Patmore
to go up to the library?
That is what I said.
And Anna, you're to come too.
And we thought the assassination
of an archduke was a surprise.
Mrs Patmore, my lord.
Your Lordship, I know things haven't
been quite right for a while,
- but I can assure you
- Come in, Mrs Patmore.
I promise you, my lord, if I could
just be allowed a bit more time...
Mrs Patmore, I have not asked you
here to give you your notice.
- Haven't you?
- No.
- I understand you've had
some trouble with your sight.
- That's just it!
- I know I could manage better if...
- Please, Mrs Patmore!
- Let him speak!
- Beg pardon, my lord.
- Don't apologise.
Now, on Dr Clarkson's
recommendation,
I'm sending you up to London to see
an eye specialist at Moorfields.
Anna will go with you and you'll
stay with my sister Rosamund
in her new house in Belgrave Square.
I'm afraid I'm going to have to sit
in your presence, my lord.
Of course.
But how will you get on here?
Well, Mrs Crawley is lending us
her cook... Mrs Bird.
She's coming over tomorrow.
You will be good enough
to show her how things work.
Are the Crawleys to starve
while I'm away?
They'll eat here every evening.
Now, my sister's butler
will look after you.
He's very nice. Anna,
you won't mind a visit to London?
No, my lord. Thank you.

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.

Anna, are you set for the

nine o'clock train tomorrow?
All packed and ready.
You'll be met at King's Cross by
Lady Rosamund's chauffeur,
which I think is generous, but
after that, you're on your own.
Right, I must get on. I'm acting referee
for Mrs Patmore and Mrs Bird.
Best of luck.
Will you miss me?
Try not to miss me.
It'll be good practice.
I expect it'll be hard
adjusting to this kitchen,
- after the one you're used to.
- Not to worry.
I'm sure I can have it
cleaned up in no time.
- Cleaned up?
- I'm not criticising.
With your eyesight, it's a wonder
you could see the pots at all.
- You'll have met Daisy and the others?
- I have.
Though what they all find to do
is a mystery to me.
Are you not used to managing
staff, Mrs Bird?
I'm used to getting it done with
one kitchen maid, Mrs Patmore,
but I suppose, in a house like this,
you expect to take it easy.
Do you think we should erect
a ring and let them fight it out?
She's all right, Mrs Bird.
She's more of a general than a trooper,
but you need that in a cook.
Mrs Patmore's the Generalissimo.
Well, I'm very sad.
I thought Mary was made
of better stuff.
Don't speak against her.
of course, she's taken advice from
someone with false and greedy values.
- Mother!...
- And we don't have to go too
far to know who that is!
- I've a good mind...
- You do not go near Cousin Violet.
That is an order.
- Something's not right about it.

- 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?

Here... in the outer hall.

- Good afternoon, Carson.
Is Lady Edith in?
- I am! I most certainly am!
- I was just driving past.
- Yes?
And I thought you might like to come
for a spin. If you're not too busy.
- Wait till I get my coat.
- Is it all right if I make some notes?
- I'm so sorry, Mr...?
- This is Mr Bromidge, my lady.
He's here about the telephone.
Oh, please make your notes,
dear Mr Bromidge.
We're so looking forward to it.
What an exciting business to be in!
- You must be expanding every day.
- Oh, we are, sir.
But that brings its problems.
Training up men for the work,
when many have no aptitude.
I can't even find a secretary
who can keep pace with the moment.
- What?
- It's hard with a new concept.
Too old, and they can't change.
Too young,
and they've no experience.
But have you filled the post yet?
Cause I know just the woman.
Well, she must hurry up.
We'll close the list tomorrow night.
You'll have her application.
I promise.
MOORFIELDS
Eye Hospital
- This isn't bad at all, is it?
- I don't know.
No one told me
there'd be an actual operation.
What did you think?
They were just going to make magic
passes over your eyes?
All right, Mrs... Patmore?
She'll be fine.
Thank you.
And you've been sent to us
by the Earl of Grantham?
- That's right.
- Very good. You can leave now.
We'll keep her in for a week.

You can collect her next Friday.

- I'll be in to visit every day.
- What about the rest of the time?
Don't worry!
You'll be fine.
- Bates, you say?
- John Bates.
He must have left the army
about eight years ago.
Wait here, please.
- Have you finished the soup?
- I think so, Mrs Bird.
- And the sauce for the fish?
- Yes, Mrs Bird.
Then put them in the warmer.
You don't mean John Bates,
who went to prison for theft?
- That's correct.
- Well, I know who he is right enough.
That was an odd business.
- Why odd?
- Never mind.
So you're his cousin
and you'd like to be in touch?
Very forgiving.
Well, I've got no address
for him or his wife.
But I have got one for his mother,
which should still be good.
I've written it down for you.
Thank you for your trouble.
Is it true you wrote to the
Turkish Ambassador about Kemal?
- Who told you?
- Someone who knows that you did.
Then why are you asking?
Because I wanted to give you one
last chance to deny it.
And what if I did? He had a right
to know how his countryman died.
In the arms of a slut.
How's that advertisement
getting on for new maid?
Well, it's only just come out.
We can manage here now. Go tell Mrs Bird
we'll have our dinner in minutes.
Carson, be sure to say to Mrs Bird
the dinner was really delicious.
- So, how was the drive?
- It was lovely.
Only...
Yes?

Well, he said he had

a question for me.
He told me he'd ask it
at the garden party and...
he hoped I'd say yes.
You must think very carefully
what your answer will be.
Yes, I should think very carefully
about a lot of things.
- Do your neighbours have one?
- Yes, they do. In London, anyway.
It seems very wise
to get this telephone now.
If there is a war, it may be very hard
to have one installed in a private house.
Let me show you where
we're going to put it.
First electricity
now telephones.
Sometimes I feel as if I were living
in an HG Wells novel.
But the young are all so calm about
change, aren't they?
Look at Matthew.
I do admire him.
Do you?
- What have I done wrong now?
- Oh, please.
Don't pretend Mary's
sudden reluctance
can't be traced back to you.
Well, I shall pretend it.
I told her to take him.
Your quarrel is with my daughter
Rosamund, not me.
So put that in your pipe
and smoke it!
Mr Molesley.
What are you after?
I want a word with Mr Carson.
I'm here to have my dinner.
- You don't want much, do you?
- What are you doing?
Mr Carson dropped his wallet
in the passage. I was replacing it.
But everything seemed so settled
between you at Sybil's ball.
Things have changed since then.
Not necessarily.
I don't seem to be much good
at making boys.
Any more than I'm much good

at building my life on shifting sands.

You do know I should be very proud
to have you as my son-in-law,
whatever your prospects?
Unfortunately, sir, your daughter
is more practical than you.
- Will you join us, Mrs Bird?
- I don't mind if I do.
I'm not sure Mrs Patmore
would like that, Mr Carson.
Cook always eats separate,
that's what she says.
Not in our house.
There's only the four of us.
Well, you're going any minute.
She's advertised for your replacement.
That filthy, ungrateful cow.
Let the kitchen maids have theirs
on their own. You stay with us.
Her Ladyship said to tell you
that the dinner was delicious.
- She can't have!
- Daisy? Does that surprise you?
What have you done with this,
you little beggar? I knew it!
That's why I said
it was for upstairs.
Come on! Tell us what's in it!
Just... water and
a bit of soap.
And you've put something
in the fish sauce as well?
Only... mustard and aniseed.
Why, Daisy?
Why would you do such a thing?
Mrs Patmore was worried than
they'd prefer Mrs Bird's cooking
- and they wouldn't want her
to come back.
- Is that likely?
When they've taken such trouble
to get her well?
I'm sorry!
There, there.
There are worse crimes on earth
than loyalty.
Dry your eyes, and fetch the beef stew
I was making for tomorrow.
You've not had a chance
to spoil that, I suppose?
Those going make seen some syrup
of figs, but I've not done it yet.

(*), but at least

we'd all have been regular.
Carson said you were here.
Just checking that everything's
being done right, my lady.
Only, we never heard back. That is,
Miss Dawson never heard back from you,
about an interview.
Er, yes, we got
the young lady's letter.
But the trouble is, she didn't have
any obvious experience of hard work.
- But she's a very hard worker!
- I couldn't find any proof of it.
And she gave you as a reference,
when you don't run a business, my lady.
Well, not that I'm aware of.
Lily? Can you find Gwen and tell her
to come to the hall now?
Yes, my lady.
The reason Gwen didn't give
any more details
is because she works here,
as a housemaid.
Ah! And you thought
that'd put me off?
But she's taken a postal course
and has good speeds in typing
and Pitman shorthand. Test her!
I will, if I like the look of her.
Ah, so, young lady.
You thought I'd turn up my nose
at a housemaid?
- Well, I did, sir.
- Well, my mother was a housemaid.
I've got nothing against housemaids.
They know about hard work
and long hours, that's for sure.
I believe so, sir.
Right, well, is there somewhere
we could talk?
Gwen, take Mr Bromidge
to the library.
I'll see no one disturbs you.
Sorry, Papa, you can't go in there.
Why on earth not?
Gwen's in there with Mr Bromidge.
She's being interviewed.
I cannot use my library
because one of the housemaids is in there
applying for another job?
That's about the size of it.

So, what is it you want to know?

I want to know the truth about
the case against him.
I want to know why the sergeant
thought it was "odd".
I want to know what
Mr Bates isn't saying.
Because you don't believe him
to be guilty?
No, I don't.
I know he's not.
Well...
You're right, of course.
Then who was it?
Who was the thief?
His wife. Vera.
Who do you call?
No one you know has got one!
But they will have.
You'll see.
Might I enquire why my pantry
has become a common room?
Sorry, Mr Carson.
But... do you know how it works?
- Of course I do.
- Could you show us?
Certainly not.
A telephone is not a toy,
but a useful and valuable tool.
Now, get back to your work.
She worked at the barracks sometimes,
helping at big dinners and so on.
That night her opportunity came
and she took it.
They knew it was her.
Someone even saw her
with a big carryall.
But why did he confess?
Well...
John wasn't the same man
in those days.
The African war had shaken him up
and made him angry.
He'd been wounded
and he drunk a lot more
than was good for him.
- Was he violent?
- No. No, not violent.
He could had hard at times,
with a tongue like a razor.
He felt he'd ruined Vera's life,
Miss Smith.

- Do you agree with him?

- No.
I thought she was a nasty
piece of work, but...
That's why he tooks the blame.
- Surely, if everyone knew
he was innocent...
- But he confessed!
There was nothing anybody could do
once he'd confessed.
Could I ask you something, sir?
Only, I get the feeling that
a war's on the way.
I'm afraid we all do.
And when it comes, I want to be
really useful to my country.
- How heartening.
- So I've been thinking,
what could be more useful
than what you do?
Bringing people back to health,
back to life.
I see.
Well, erm, we are looking for volunteers
to train for the Territorial Force hospitals,
- if that's what you mean.
- It's exactly what I mean.
- Will you not be missed here?
- Maybe. But we'll all be going, won't we?
The younger men, anyway.
As you wish. I'll make enquiries.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
Mr Molesley walked in and there
he was, as bold as brass,
taking my wallet
out of my change coat.
Mr Molesley would have no reason
to make it up, my lord.
He doesn't know Thomas.
Why would he lie?
So Thomas has been caught
red-handed.
Well, we knew he was a thief.
And now we have unimpeachable proof.
- I'm afraid he has to go.
- Oh, I hate this sort of thing,
with Lady Grantham's condition
and everything.
Can we at least wait
until after the garden party?
Very well, my lord.
But then I think we must act.

- How long will you wear them?

- A week or so.
But I can see much better already,
even with them on.
Thank heaven. Now, we need to talk
about the garden party.
- Mrs Bird and I have made some lists.
- Hum... Mrs Bird?
I think we can manage
without any help from Mrs Bird.
Can you?
Well, if you want your garden party to be
run by Blind Pugh, that's your business.
Mrs Patmore, there's a lot to be done
and you're only just up on your feet.
- We really cannot manage
without Mrs Bird.
- If you say so.
Now, I've been checking the stores
and I've ordered what you'll need
for the baking.
That's very kind, Mrs Hughes, but
I believe WE should check the stores,
when it's convenient.
Mrs Bird, at Downton Abbey,
the housekeeper manages
the store cupboard, but I think if...
I've never not run my own store
cupboard in my life.
Separate the cook from the store cupboard?
Where's the sense in that?
How long have I been saying this,
oh, Lord?
We're the ones who cook it.
We should be the ones to order it.
Mrs Bird, I shall be very happy
of your help with the garden party.
I'm sure we can manage it easily...
between the two of us.
Hello?
This is Downton Abbey.
Carson the butler speaking.
Hello.
This is Mr Carson,
the butler, of Downton Abbey.
To whom am I speaking?
I'm not shouting!
Who are you?
Oh. Mrs Gaunt.
No, I don't want to place a call.
I was practising my answer.
Well, I daresay a lot of the things

you do sound stupid to other people!

I've written to your mother.
She's very anxious, naturally.
She suggested coming over.
- Oh, God.
- Well, that's what I thought.
So I put her off. Told her to come
and admire the baby.
- I'll just run Your Ladyship's bath.
- Thank you, O'Brien.
- Oh, have you had any answers
about the position?
- Quite a few.
- So what did they sound like?
- There's one I think has real possibilities.
She learned to do hair in Paris
while she's working for the Ambassadress.
Oh, that one sounds promising.
- Carson, I've been meaning...
- Your Lordship?
- Anna, you're back safely, then?
- Yes, thank you, my lord.
- And Mrs Patmore's fighting fit again.
- "Fighting fit" is the phrase!
Is something the matter?
- I wanted to see Your Lordship because...
- Please.
While I was in London, I learned
something about Mr Bates.
- Not bad, I hope.
- No. Not bad at all.
I'd have told Mr Carson, but I thought
you might like to hear it from me first.
- Go on.
- I went to call on Mr Bates's mother.
O'Brien, how long do you think
it takes a lady's maid to settle in?
- Depends on the maid, my lady.
- Of course it does.
Oops! Sorry.
- The other half is under the bath.
- Never mind. Thank you.
- I'll just go and sort out
your clothes, my lady.
- Thank you.
Sarah O'Brien,
this is not who you are.
My lady, if you could just wait...
Doctor's gone, your Lordship, but
he's coming back after dinner.
Lady Mary is with her now.
Thank you.

I don't suppose you want to change.

Is there anything else
I can do to be useful?
It was a boy.
I'm sorry. I don't mean
to embarras you.
I'm not embarrased.
I just wish you could've
been speared of this.
Thank you.
By the way, Anna's told me
what she learned in London.
She... She's not told me.
The good news is you were
believed in Downton.
I need some good news today.
That poor babe.
How is Her Ladyship doing?
I'll take her a cup of tea in a minute,
but I don't see she'd touched a bite.
- What about you, Miss O'Brien?
- What about me?
We assume it was quite a shock.
Yes. Yes, it was.
And you'll better dine with us, Mr Branson.
We can't know if you might be needed later.
Well, I'll go after the Doctor at .
What's a long face a lot.
Kindly show some respect.
Come on, Mr. Carson. You should be over it.
They're not bigger than a hamster at that stage.
Would you shut up?!
I agree. What is
the matter with you, Thomas?
I don't know. I suppose all that
makes me feel claustrophobic.
I mean, I'm sorry, of course I am.
But why must we live through them?
They're just our employers,
they're not our flesh and blood.
- Thomas, don't be so unkind.
- There is nothing left on Earth you respect?
'Ark at 'im... Blimey, if he carries on like this
for the unborn baby of a woman
who scarcely know his name...
No wonder he fell to pieces
when the old mum snuffed it.
William!
Thomas! William!
Stop! That it's enough!
Oh, Thomas!
I've done as I promised. General Burke

is commanding the Division of Richmond.

I think I may have a place there for you.
And Colonel Cartwright...
These are the papers.
When you are ready... report to the local
recruiting office and I'll take it from there.
As a matter of fact, I've been drafted back
as Capitain. So, I'll try to keep an eye on you.
That's very kind of you, Doctor.
With any luck, there may be some advantage
in you having volunteered so early.
Oh, hang on a minute! Give me yours and
take these one at the same time.
William, I'm sorry I've been
so unkind to you lately.
That's all right.
No, it's not all right. I don't know
why I've said those things.
- Well, you were under an evil spell.
- I'm not under anymore.
- I'm glad.
- Friends?
Always friends.
I think we should start the Ices, now...
If you agree, Mrs Patmore.
Certainly, Mrs. Bird.
Oh, my Lord!
Listen to that!
Mr. Carson's telephone is ringing.
There is someone
who's going to answer?
I wouldn't touch that thing
with a ten foot pole!
Then I will that.
No, Mr. Carson is busy.
Look, can I take a message?
I've got news, my Lady.
Mr. Bromidge has rung. You've done it,
Gwen. You got the job!
Oh... Take it! Take it!
Something to celebrate?
I've got the job, Mrs. Hughes.
I'm a secretary.
I'm very happy for you, Gwen. And we'll
celebrate after we'll finish today's work.
Of course, Mrs. Hughes.
- I don't suppose...
- Lady Sybil, Her Ladyship
is asking after you.
Be careful, my lad, or your land up
with no job and a broken heart.
What do you mean?

- I don't seem to be able

to find your sister.
- I wonder where she is.
Of course, she may have been cornered.
I've heard there is some old bore
she's trying to dodge.
Who's that?
I'm not sure... It's simply
ghastly, apparently.
But he promissed to propose today.
I can't tell you how funny she was when
it acted it out. Like she was on stage.
Really?
How amusing.
Well done, Mrs. Hughes.
Beautifuly executed, as always.
He is in the planning.
Mr. Carson, probably isn't the moment,
but I've just heard from Dr. Clarkson
that I've been accepted
for a training scheme
into the Army Medical Corps.
- Have you, indeed?
- Yes. I want to do it,
so I'll be handing in my notice.
I'll serve until the end
of the month, of course.
Thank you, Thomas.
We can talk about it later.
And you couldn't planned
that any better either!
- You can't be leaving yet!
- I'm afraid I must.
Please, make my excuses
to your mother.
- I wish you'll come inside, my Lady.
- No.
People mustn't think I'm really ill.
I don't want to cast
a dampener on the party.
Very well. But... are you sure you have
everything you need, my Lady?
Dear, O'Brien...
How sweet you are.
O'Brien!
Can I have a word? I need a favor
and I don't want to bother
Lady Grantham with it.
Certainly, my Lady.
She's been helping me find a new maid.
And we had quite a few answers
from her advertisment.

Can you find where she'd put them

and get Branson to bring'em
to the Dowager House?
- Her Ladyship is helping you
find a new lady's maid? - Yes!
Which would (*) too, really.
You might take a look to
the letters, if you have a minute.
There's one who had been trained in Paris.
Do you know where she might put them?
The answers?
Oh, yes, my Lady. There are only two
or three places there could be.
Thank you, O'Brien.
You're a treasure. Thank you.
I didn't know a garden party
was a spectator sport.
Pretty, though, isn't it?
Hard to believe the clouds are
gathering on a summer day like this.
Mr. Bates. I know you think
I was wrong to call on your mother.
I don't think that.
She likes you, by the way.
I had to find out the truth.
You see, you don't know
the whole truth.
Not even now.
You know my mother's truth.
But not your wife's.
- Where is she now?
- I couldn't tell you.
I'd better get back.
- You're here, Mr. Molesley?
I didn't know that.
- Just helping out.
Nice girl, that Anna. It looks she's got
anyone special in her life.
I'd like to say she hasn't.
I would, surely, but I'm afraid
there is someone.
Do you think he's keen on her,
or is it worth a go?
Well, he keeps himself to himself.
It's very hard to read, at times, but...
I'd say he's keen...
I's say he's very keen, indeed.
Daisy, I've said ices, not ice cakes.
Now, unclog your ears and get these
to William before they turn into soup.
But I've tried to understand.
Nothing is changed.

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.

And I'm happy to tell you that

Thomas has just handed in his notice.
So, we'll be spared any
unpleasantness on that score.
What a relief!
Please! Would you stop, please?
My Lords, Ladies and Gentlemen.
Can I ask for silence?
Because I very much regret to announce
that we are at war with Germany.
Here we are! You'll be all right!
Sergeant Stephens. Yes, 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.
When did this arrive?
This morning, sir.
Good news.
We're to be relieved today
by the Devons.
The men can finally get some rest
and I've got a few days' leave
coming to me.
What will you do with them, sir?
London first.
To remind myself what real food
tastes like.
Then north for a couple of days,
I suppose.
Naturally, there's a girl I want to
see while I'm there.

So I should hope, sir.

It's strange, isn't it?
To think about our old lives just
going on as before.
While we're here, in this.
It's more than strange.
When I think of my life at Downton,
it seems like another world.
We normally have everything done
before the family wakes up,
but it's all at sixes and sevens
today.
I'll go through it with you
tomorrow, when we're back to normal.
I do know how to run a house.
Come along.
It goes under the epaulette.
I'm sorry, M'Lord.
If I'd known, I'd have asked
Mr Bates about it
before he left for London.
Because I'll be in uniform
a lot of the time, in future.
Does being lord lieutenant mean
you're back in the army?
Not exactly. The lord liet' is
responsible for the army
in the county while the war's on.
But, no, I'm not back in the army.

It appears they don't want me.

Morning. I don't suppose there's
any news of Bates?
We expect him back any day, My Lord.
He wrote to Anna that they had the
funeral last Monday.
William's a good chap, but he's not
Bates when it comes to uniforms.
I may not be a real soldier,
but I think I ought to look like one.
Quite, My Lord.
We don't often see you in here
for breakfast.
Isobel said she was coming up
to help
and your mother threatened
to look in.
No doubt they would love it
if they found me still in bed.
I don't believe it.
Please say it's something nice.
General Robertson's invited me
to be Colonel of the North Riding
Volunteers. This is the best bit.
'lt may please you to know
that the idea was given to me
by General Haig.'
Well if Haig's involved, it means
I'm back in the army properly.

How can that be? You were told you

weren't wanted for active service.
You can't jump in and out of the
army like a jack-in-the-box.
I don't see why not.
Churchill went back to the front
after the Gallipoli business.
If he can do it, why shouldn't I?
Sybil, are you all right?
Sybil, darling?
Would you excuse me.
I think I'll just...
She's had more bad news.
I do think I'm getting better,
don't you? Up to a point, M'Lady.
If you could just get the clutch
right down to the floor. But I am.
Not quite, M'Lady.
It doesn't seem to want to go.
I think it wants to,
if you ask it properly.
That's better.
You'll be putting me out of a job.
Won't the call up put you all
out of your jobs?
I'll cross that bridge
when I come to it.
What are you giving them to eat?
Not much.

They know the money's

for the hospital,
so they can't expect
Belshazzar's Feast.
I'll make some cheese straws.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing much.
My dad still won't let me enlist.
Your father has no-one but you.
Of course he doesn't want you to
enlist. Who can argue with him?
So I stand by while the lads on the
farms and in the gardens go to war.
Even Thomas is at the front in the
Medical Corps.
Ha, that'll come as a nasty shock.
You can make fun of him,
Mrs Patmore,
but he's fight for his king and
country and I'm not.
Well, I dare say you won't have long
to wait.
Well, I hope you're right.
Do you?
Because I don't.
I hope very much that I am wrong.
It's kind of you to let us have it
here. They'll enjoy it so much more.
And you can charge so much more

for the tickets.

Good morning, Mama. This is very
early for you to be up and about.
War makes early risers of us all.
I thought I would help with
the flowers.
Bassett has plenty...
but thank you.
You don't mind my taking over
the flowers, do you?
Cora's flowers always look more
suited to a first communion...
in southern Italy.
Well, what else have you planned
for tonight's revels?
Anything we can think of that will
raise money.
Hot, buttered toast with a countess
at tuppence a slice?
You drop the cushions on the floor
to plump them up.
I know.
Ethel, are you settling in?
I would be... if Anna'd stop
teaching me how to suck eggs.
I was head housemaid
in my last position.
You were senior housemaid,
out of two, in a much smaller house.

Are they to come in here tonight?

Only at the interval. And keep them
out of the drawing room.
I thought Mr Bates would've been
back by now,
or he could've stood guard.
Who is this Mr Bates?
His Lordship's valet.
He's been in London
because his mother died.
Only everyone talks about him
as if her were king.
Do they? That's nice to hear.
Anna...
help me do battle with
this monstrosity.
Looks like a creature from
The Lost World.
You should let William do that.
He's got enough on his hands,
getting the uniforms out of
mothballs.
I must remember to put
Anna on alert for dinner tonight.
You have to ease up a bit or you'll
give yourself a heart attack.
There's a war on. Things cannot
be the same when there's a war on.
I do not agree. Keeping up standards

is the only way to show the Germans

that they will not beat us
in the end.
Well, give me some warning
the next time
we're expecting Germans at Downton
and I'll see what I can do.
Thank you.
We thought we'd come in here
for a little talk.
Well I'm sure we won't be
disturbed.
Please.
Well, the thing is...
I've had a letter from Matthew.
Of course, he doesn't tell me
what he's actually doing.
No, he wouldn't.
But I'm glad he's all right.
I miss him.
Well, that's the point.
You must know he's been down here
a few times since the war started.
We had heard.
Downton is hardly a metropolis.
Is he still determined to go back
to Manchester when it's all over?
He doesn't talk much about life
after the war, none of them do.

I suppose they don't want to

tempt fate.
Until now, that is.
He writes that he is engaged to be
married to a Miss Lavinia Swire.
Well... I suppose we all knew
it would happen one day.
Do you know her?
Not yet.
Apparently they met when he was in
England last time.
It all seems rather hurried.
You can't blame them for wanting to
live in the present.
Anyway, he's been in London on leave
and now he's bringing her here to
meet me.
He'll be here tonight and tomorrow,
and then he leaves on Thursday,
while she stays for a bit.
So will you miss the concert?
Well, that's up to you.
We'd all hoped that he and Mary
would sort things out between them.
But if that's not to be, shouldn't
we try to get back to normal?
Even if he's not keen to live
in the village...
he's still the heir.

And you're still his family.

I quite agree.
We can't know if Matthew will come
through it.
Either way, I would like to see him
and I want to wish him luck.
The trouble is, Mary's back from
London today as well.
She gets in at five o'clock.
Matthew's driving down in Lavinia's
car, they won't meet on the train.
That's a relief.
I hate Greek drama.
You know, when everything happens
off stage.
But should we tell her not to come?
We might still catch her.
Isobel's right.
We must use this engagement
as a new beginning.
You bring our Lieutenant Crawley
to the concert
and stay for dinner afterwards.
I was hoping you'd say that.
There you are. I'm just going
home, but I'll be back at four.
Sybil, my dear, what's the matter?
Tom Bellasis has been killed.
What a terrible thing.

I remember him at Imogen's ball.

He made me laugh out loud just as
her uncle was giving a speech.
Sometimes...
it feels as if all the men
I ever danced with are dead.
I just feel so useless,
wasting my life while they sacrifice
theirs.
You've been a tremendous help with
the concert. No, I...
I don't mean selling programmes or
finding prizes for the tombola.
I want to do a real job, real work.
Well...
if you're serious, what about
being an auxiliary nurse?
There's a training college in York.
I know I could get you on to
a course.
It may be something of a rough
awakening. Are you ready for that?
I mean, have you ever made
your own bed, for example?
Or scrubbed a floor?
O'Brien, what is it?
Mr Platt is taking Her Ladyship and
Lady Grantham down to the village.
She wondered if you'd like to go

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.

I don't see why.

I want the best and I'm not ashamed
to admit it.
And you think we don't?
I think it's hard to change
at your age.
I don't blame you, but I suppose,
in the end, I want to be more than
just a servant.
I'm sorry,
but if Dr Clarkson needs free labour,
I'd prefer him not to find it in
my nursery.
But Sybil isn't in the nursery.
And in case you hadn't noticed,
she hasn't been there for some time.
You know what I mean.
Well, no, not really.
You can't pretend it's not
respectable.
When every day we're treated to
pictures of queens and princesses
in Red Cross uniform, ladling soup
down the throat of some unfortunate.
But Sybil won't be ladling soup.
She'll have to witness unimaginable
horrors.
When she's an innocent.
Her innocence will protect her.

For once, I agree with

Cousin Isobel.
Sybil must be allowed to do her bit,
like everyone else.
What about you, Molesley? Are you
ready for the call, if it comes?
It won't be coming for me, M'Lady.
I had a letter from the War Office
to say I'm not suitable for service.
Why not?
I really couldn't say, M'Lady.
As you can imagine, Molesley's
father is beside himself with joy.
God moves in a mysterious way.
His wonders to perform.
Bates, no-one told me
you were on this train.
They didn't know, M'Lady.
We'll give you a lift to the house.
Why didn't you say you were coming?
I didn't know till today.
Anna, I borrowed a case from
Lady Rosamund.
I bought some things while I was
in London. Very good, M'Lady.
Well, it would be our secret.
A surprise. You don't mind, do you?
It's not that I mind, M'Lady...
And I only need the basics.

How to boil an egg, how to make tea.

Don't you know how to make tea?
Not really.
You're right, it is a joke.
But when I start my course,
I don't want to be a joke.
Will you help me?
Course we will, won't we?
If you say so.
Let's get started.
Do you know how to fill a kettle?
Everyone knows that.
Not everyone, apparently.
When can I talk to you?
After the concert.
Outside, in the courtyard.
There's bound to be a gap
before they start dinner.
Are you going up for the concert?
Maybe. Can I sit with you?
Don't be daft, we've got a dinner
to make.
I've not got time for concerts.
I've had a letter from my dad.
He won't change his mind.
He says he can live with it
if I get called up, as there's
nothing we can do.
But if I enlist and anything

happens, he'll never get over it.

He loves you. He may love me,
but he doesn't own me.
And he's not being fair.
Glad to be back?
I'm never sure.
When I'm in London, I long
for Yorkshire and when I'm here,
I ache to hear my heels clicking on
the pavement.
I'd forgotten about this nightmare
concert.
Why didn't you warn me?
I'd have come back tomorrow.
But you'd have missed Matthew.
I was going to tell you.
Matthew's on leave and he's in the
village,
so Papa and I thought it would be
a good time to mend our fences.
He's coming tonight with Isobel.
And his fiancee.
What?
Edith...
I don't know how helpful
you're being.
Matthew's engaged.
He's brought her to Downton to meet
his mother.

Well, how marvellous.

You don't mind?
Why should I?
We're not going to marry,
but I don't want him to spend the
rest of his life in a cave.
Exactly what Papa and I feel.
Please try to be happy for him.
Of course I'm happy.
Good luck to him.
Anyway, there's someone I want you
all to meet.
Have you ever come across
Richard Carlisle?
Sir Richard Carlisle?
The one with all those horrid
newspapers?
We met at Cliveden.
But how old is he?
Old enough not to ask
stupid questions.
Anyway, I can't wait for you to know
him.
If only Papa hadn't closed down
the shoot.
Most people have stopped shooting
now that the war's on.
But I'm sure Papa would be happy to
have Sir Richard come and stay.

Are you? I shouldn't have thought

he was Papa's type at all.
Are you coming?
I'll be down in a minute.
Are you all right, M'Lady?
Anna...
It's awfully grand.
You'd better get used to it.
It'll be your home one day.
I'm not sure 'home' would ever be
quite the word to describe it.
My dear fellow, welcome back.
It's so very good to see you.
May I present Miss Lavinia Swire?
How do you do, Lord Grantham.
How do you do, Miss Swire.
So... that's Mary's replacement.
Well, I suppose looks aren't
everything.
I think she seems rather sweet.
I'm afraid meeting us all together
must be very intimidating.
I do hope so.
Now, please come this way.
Thank you.
It's good to see you.
Hello, Miss Swire, I'm Mary Crawley.
Of course you are. I mean,
I've been longing to meet you

because I've heard so much about you

from Matthew.
That is...
Nice things, I hope.
What else would she hear from me?
Please.
I can't say.
It's been such a long time.
Who knows what you think of me now?
I think...
I'm very glad to see you looking
so well.
All right, you win.
We are at peace again.
Have you found something nice?
Why, particularly?
As a welcome home for Mr Matthew.
What's the matter?
I'm thought you'd come round to him.
Last time he was here, he hadn't
broken Lady Mary's heart.
Lady Mary broke her own heart.
That's if she has a heart to break.
I don't think we're ever going to see
eye to eye on this, Mrs Hughes.
She refused him when she thought
he'd have nothing.
And when he was heir again,
she wanted him back.

I thought caution was a virtue.

Caution may be, self interest is
not.
Perhaps Miss Swire is a gentler
person.
If you ask me, this Miss Swire,
who, it may interest you to know,
is not to be found in Burke's Peerage
or Burke's Landed Gentry, has an eye
to the main chance.
That's not snobbish, I suppose.
I like to see things done properly,
Mrs Hughes,
and I won't apologise for that.
Now, if you'll excuse me.
What is it?
A white feather, of course.
Coward.
Stop this at once!
This is neither the time
nor the place.
These people should be aware
that there are cowards among them.
Will you please leave?
You are the cowards here, not they!
Leader, will you continue.
I'm in a uniform.
Wrong kind.
That was horrid, William.

I hope you won't let it upset you.

No, Your Ladyship.
Why are these women so unkind?
Of course it is horrid,
but when heroes are giving their
lives every day,
it's hard to watch healthy,
young men do nothing.
By the way, Sybil, very good news,
they do have a vacancy.
It's very short notice,
because someone dropped out.
You'd have to be ready to start
on Friday.
May I ask what this is about?
Cousin Isobel has got me a place on
a nursing course in York.
I want to work at the hospital.
We don't have to talk about it now.
She just turned up at my mother's
house.
Not long before she died.
So... what does it mean?
I think it means, at long last...
I'm able to get a divorce.
Mr Bates...
is this a proposal?
If that's what you want to call it.
And you might start calling me John.

Well, why are you sure she'll do it

now, when she's refused for so long?
Mother left me some money, much more
than I thought.
Vera's a greedy woman, she won't
refuse what I can offer her.
Will we have to leave Downton?
Not until we want to.
I've spoken to His Lordship
and he will find a cottage for us
near the house.
You told him you want to marry me?
I did.
Before you spoke to me?
You don't mind, do you?
Of course I mind!
In fact, I'd give you a smack
if I didn't want to kiss you so much
I could burst.
Branson says I'm ready for the road.
That's not what he told me.
How delicious, I love these.
How did you and Matthew meet?
In London. My father works in
London, so I've always lived there.
But I love the country, too.
Of course you do.
Daddy's a solicitor, like Matthew.
My, my. You're very well placed if

you're ever in trouble with the law.

Did I tell you I've been given
a colonelcy
in the North Riding Volunteers?
So I'm properly in the army again.
Congratulations.
Yeah...
He won't go with them, will he?
When they're called to the front.
I hope not, but he seems to think
so.
What's it been like?
Do you know, the thing is...
I just can't talk about it.
Have you missed us?
What do you think?
You don't mind my bringing Lavinia?
On the contrary, I'm glad.
Glad to see you happy.
What about you? Are you happy?
I think I'm about to be happy.
Does that count?
It does if you mean it.
You'll be the first to know.
What are reading?
A photoplay about Mabel Normand.
She was nothing when she started,
you know.
Her father was a carpenter and

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.

Wherever I'm going, I'm so pleased

that we're friends again.
I still don't understand why it was
funny to make me look a fool.
You weren't even there to enjoy it.
Don't worry.
We enjoyed it all right from down
here.
Miss O'Brien, Her Ladyship has asked
me to take the incident no further.
Don't tempt me to disobey.
Did I see Lady Sybil in the kitchen
yesterday?
She wants to learn some cooking.
She says she's going to train to be
a nurse,
so she needs to know how to cook
and clean and everything.
Has she told Her Ladyship about this?
It's supposed to be a surprise.
Mr Carson, it speaks well
of Lady Sybil
that she wants to help the wounded.
Let's not give her away.
Why shouldn't she learn how to cook
and scrub?
She may need it when the war's over.
Things are changing,
for her lot and us.

And when they do, I mean to make

the most of it.
I take it they ate all the pancakes
last night, then?
They did.
Here you are.
What are we aiming at?
They'd like us to take wounded
men.
Three times the number the hospital
was built for.
Well, that settles it. We'll have to
convert the second day room.
So there's to be no convalescence at
all?
I'm afraid not. Once they can stand,
they must go.
If only there was somewhere nearer
than Farley Hall.
I can't get there more than twice
a week at the most.
Should he be doing that?
Why not?
I only meant with his condition.
What condition is that?
His lungs.
Old Lady Grantham told me he's had
a lot of trouble with his lungs.
And why did she tell you that,

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.

We could rent it out.

Then we can save.
When I've some time off, I'll go up
to London and get it ready.
Maybe I can come with you.
We could do it together.
I've got an idea,
that a bit later on...
if we want to...
if we want to start a family.
I thought, when the time is right,
we might sell.
And we could buy a small hotel.
Just... just a little one.
Maybe near here.
Then we could work together and
have the children with us.
What is it?
Nothing, it's just...
in my whole life, I never thought
I could be as happy
as I am at this moment.
Don't worry, I haven't come to undo
your good work of the other night.
You must have been up before
the servants.
They were rather surprised to see me.
I wanted to give you this.
It's my lucky charm.

I've had it always.

So you must promise to bring it back,
without a scratch.
Won't you need it?
Not as much as you.
So look after it, please.
I'll try not to be a hero,
if that's what you're afraid of.
Just come back, safe and sound.
Did you have a happy time yesterday?
I showed Lavinia the places I like
most. To give her a few memories.
Mary, if I don't come back But - No.
If I don't.
Then do remember how very glad I am
that we made up when we had the
chance.
I mean it.
You send me off to war a happy man.
Will you do something for me?
Will you...
Will you look after Mother,
if anything happens?
Of course we will, but it won't.
And Lavinia.
She's young, she'll find someone
else, I hop she does anyway.
But... until she does.

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

here with Ethel and Miss Smith.

Mr Bates, Ethel told me about your
visitor.
So I've had the tea put in my
sitting room.
I thought you might take Mrs Bates
in there.
That's very thoughtful.
It is.
But then you're all so kind.
I'm beginning to understand why
my Batesy's got so spoiled.
I'm sorry to trouble you, My Lady.
What is it, Carson?
Something has been going on
and I don't feel quite easy that
you've not been made aware of it.
Goodness. What is this dark secret?
Lady Sybil has spent
the last two days in the kitchen.
What? She asked Mrs Patmore
for some cooking lessons.
Now, steady. Even the most
experience cook can burn themself
if they're not careful.
Do you think it's ready?
I know it's ready.
Go on, you don't want to spoil it.
It seems she's made a cake for

Your Ladyship, as a surprise.

But I'm uneasy with surprises
at the best of times
and I wonder if the whole exercise
is entirely appropriate. Ta-dah!
I'm not comfortable with this,
My Lady. Not comfortable at all.
I was worried about Lady Sybil,
but I'm not worried any more.
So you don't mind, My Lady?
No.
I do not mind.
And I'm very grateful to you.
And, Carson, the cake will be a
surprise whether you approve or not.
So please don't give me away.
Sit down.
I don't want to sit down.
Suit yourself.
Look, I'm not saying it's all your
fault for how things were between us.
But I couldn't go back to that.
I'll take the blame. I'll go to some
hotel in Malton with a tart.
So why hold on?
Because I tried it on my own
and I don't like it.
You've got money now,
we'd be comfortable.

You're out of your mind.

What makes you think that I would
allow that to happen?
You went to prison for me once.
I must say, this is very good.
Does Lord Grantham have his own
blend?
Is that all?
Not quite.
You see, if you don't come back to
me,
I'm going to the newspapers with
a cracking story
and I'd like to bet the Grantham's
won't survive it.
And what nonsense is this?
The nonsense I heard when I used
your name
to get a job with Lady Flintshire,
his Lordship's cousin.
I know who Lady Flintshire is.
Well, when I arrived,
her maid asked me if it was true.
About Lady Mary Crawley and the
Turkish diplomat.
They thought I'd know, you see,
being your wife.
I hope you told them you knew nothing
about it.

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.

What do you want from me?

Firstly, hand in your notice...
tonight.
I'll put up at the pub in the
village.
And what reason do I give?
You don't need a reason.
Just tell them that you're going.
And then tomorrow we head back to
London.
We'll stay in your mother's house
for the time being,
till we get ourselves sorted.
And in case you're wondering,
whatever my future plans may be,
they will involve you.
Bates, when you first came here,
I fought to keep you!
Everyone was against me, everyone,
from Her Ladyship to Carson.
They thought I was mad.
But I said to them,
'After all that we've been through,
Bates and I,
I owe him my loyalty!'
I appreciate that, M'Lord, but...
But what? But loyalty doesn't matter
to you? It does matter, M'Lord.
Not enough to make you change your

mind. Not even enough

to make you stay until I've found
a replacement!
I can't. You won't take any more
money off me. You leave empty-handed!
I don't want money, M'Lord.
I'm sorry, Bates, that was a low
shot.
Of course you can have whatever is
owning to you.
I thought we were friends,
that's all.
I thought we'd crossed the great
divide, successfully.
Well, I've had my say,
it's your life.
But you've disappointed me, Bates.
I cannot remember being more
disappointed in any man.
I don't believe it.
You say my life is over
and your wife will collect you first
thing and that's it?
Have you mentioned this to anyone
else?
Only Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes.
The others can find out when
I've gone.
I know you've not told me the real

reason. You're wrong.

Vera has reminded me
that I'm a married man.
I must give my vows another chance.
I had not right to involve you in
my life. Yes, but you see,
that's just what I don't agree with.
You had every right.
I know you.
You're doing something gallant here,
making a sacrifice for my honour,
but I don't want you to.
I don't care. Don't you understand?
I don't care what people say.
I'd live in sin with you.
If she's threatening to ruin me,
then let her. It's nothing to me.
The only ruin that I recognise is to
be without you.
Forget me and be happy, please.
I couldn't. Not ever.
You should and you must.
I am nothing.
William? I thought everyone had gone
up.
I'm just looking for that magazine
Ethel were reading.
I hope you've noticed I'm not scared
of electricity any more.

Well, not much. I couldn't touch

a switch when it were only upstairs,
but I've got used to it now.
I hate to see you like this.
Even though I'm a dirty coward?
You're not. Not to me.
But why don't I enlist?
I could.
I know I promised my dad,
but he's not my owner.
He's not the law.
Am I frightened?
Is that it, honestly?
Don't be so hard on yourself.
No-one wants to go to war.
I wish you'd cheer up, please.
I'd do anything to cheer you up.
Like what?
Like this.
You just feel sorry for me.
William, I've kissed you!
You've wanted me to long enough.
Well, now I have. Enjoy it.
Does this mean you'll be my girl?
Daisy? Cos if you were my girl,
I know I could tackle anything.
We were supposed to be at rest for
ten days at least.
Orders arrived this morning, sir.

The King's N were hit bad,

so they're out and we're in.
They've been shelling the trench
since we got here. Anybody hurt?
Rankin's dead and
Kent and Corporal Wright was hit.
Thank God the stretcher bearers were
there.
Let's see what the damage is now.
Sir.
All right?
Morning, sir.
Look out!
Medic!
Thomas?
It is Thomas, isn't it?
Corporal Barrow now, Mr Crawley.
You'll never guess
where I've just been.
Where's Anna? She's not feeling very
well today, Your Ladyship.
I've taken over for the time being.
That's so kind of you.
Just make sure Lady Sybil packs
things
she can get in and out of
without a maid.
I don't need that.
I'd never wear it.

But you must have something decent.

Suppose you're invited to dinner?
I know this is hard for you to
grasp,
but I'm not there to go out to
dinner. I'm there to learn.
Take one, just in case.
We'll miss you. Don't be silly,
it's only two months.
And I'll come home if I can.
Why don't I drive you? She's taking
enough chance with her life as it is.
Granny.
What is this driving mania?
It'll be useful.
They won't let a healthy man drive
us around for much longer.
And if Sybil can be a nurse,
why can't I be a chauffeur?
Well, I shall leave you.
I have been summoned by Cousin Isobel
for tea.
Goodbye, Sybil.
And good luck with it all.
Thank you for being such a sport.
It's a big step you're taking, dear.
But war deals out strange tasks.
Remember your great aunt, Roberta.
What about her?

She loaded the guns at Lucknow.

I'll come with you.
I'll tell William to fetch the bags.
The first of you to leave the nest.
Poor Mama. She always feels
these things so dreadfully.
That's her American blood.
I'm so glad we've settled everything
with Cousin Matthew.
Aren't you, Mary? Please
stop treading on eggshells.
I've other fish to fry.
I make no apology.
It would be a terrible thing if poor,
old Mr Molesley's son were killed.
Wouldn't it, Molesley?
I'm sure it would, but...
And then I heard William's father
would be left on his own if anything
happened to the boy.
And what would become of Carson if
the last of his staff were to go?
That's not the point.
Do you want Molesley to die?
Of course I don't!
Well.
I don't want my own son to die,
either.
But this is a war and we must be in

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

being said in the room.

Now if I was a gentleman,
I wouldn't want to know.
But you're not.
Fortunately.
It'll be hard to let you go.
My last link with home.
Not as hard as it is for me.
Branson - I know I shouldn't say it,
but I can't keep it in any longer.
I wish you would. I told myself and
told myself, you're too far above me.
But things are changing.
When the war is over,
the world won't be the same place
as it was when it started.
And I'll make something of myself,
I promise. I know you will.
Then bet on me.
And if your family casts you off,
it won't be forever.
They'll come around.
And until they do,
I promise to devote every waking
minute to your happiness.
I'm terribly flattered.
Don't say that.
Why not?
Because 'flattered' is a word posh

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?

Because I'm their colonel, of course.

Well, there must be some use for me
over there.
My dear fellow, we're not as
heartless as that!
The position's only an honorary one.
Nobody expects you to go to war.
An honorary one? We thought
it'd cheer things up a bit
to have the Lord Lieutenant
at our table.
And so it does. We're very glad
to welcome to you here.
I see. We old codgers
have our work cut out for us
keeping spirits high at home.
Someone must.
Indeed, sir.
Is that Taxi Cavendish?
I must catch him before I go.
So Lady Sybil got off all right in
the end.
I'm afraid we have to admit
she knows what she wants.
Yes. She certainly does.
I don't suppose the war will leave
any of us alone
by the time it's done.
I got a letter from Thomas the other

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.

Quite the reverse.

It felt selfish to me.
As for the wretched Anna,
bedizened with dishonest promises.
Mr Bates left because had he not
done so,
his wife was planning to engulf
this house in scandal.
Scandal?
What scandal?
The point is, My Lord,
Mrs Bates would have made Downton
notorious.
The price of her silence was her
husband's return.
But I must know what story she was
planning to tell.
I'm sorry, My Lord,
I could not speak of it
without injuring you and
betraying myself.
But you are saying that Bates
fell on his sword
to protect the reputation
of my family?
Ethel, what are you doing?
Seeing to the plugs for the night.
What? Polishing the electric plugs
and checking them for vapours.

And why are you doing this?

Because you were too busy.
She said you usually did it,
but could I manage it tonight.
And 'she', I take it,
would be Miss O'Brien?
Go to bed, Ethel.
Next time she gives you an order,
ask me first.
Is anything the matter?
Nothing.
Except that today has shown me
I'm not only a worthless man,
but also a bad-tempered and
ungrateful one.
Well, we all know that.
Can I help?
I wonder how Sybil's feeling.
The war's reaching its long fingers
into Downton
and scattering our chicks.
But I'm glad we made peace
with Matthew.
I agree.
Let us thank Sir Richard Carlisle
for distracting Mary
at just the right moment.
By the way, she wants him to come
and stay. So we can all meet him.

She wants us to invite a hawker of

newspaper scandal
to stay as a guest in this house?
It's lucky I have a sense of irony.
Not you, too.
What's the matter?
Why ask? You don't care.
Ethel...
Perhaps if you stopped going on
about all the marvellous things
you're going to do when you leave
service.
But you've got to have dreams.
Don't you have any dreams?
Of course I do.
Big dreams.
It's just that I know now
they won't be coming true.
What do you want?
I think I left my book in here.
Is that all?
You were praying.
Don't be ridiculous.
You were praying.
What were you praying for?
Please go. I'm tired.
Dear Lord,
I don't pretend to have much credit
with you.

I'm not even sure that you're there.

But if you are,
and if I've ever done anything good,
I beg you to keep him safe.
You look very comfortable there,
Corporal.
Would you like some, sir?
We've got condensed milk and sugar.
I won't ask how you managed that.
Go on, sir.
That's nectar.
Are you sure you can spare it?
Gladly, if we can talk about
the old days
and forget about all of this
for a minute or two.
Do you ever hear from anyone?
Yes.
Miss O'Brien keeps me informed.
Lady Edith's driving.
Lady Sybil's training as a nurse.
Miss O'Brien tells me the hospital's
busier than ever,
with the wounded coming in.
Is that true?
Certainly is.
They had a concert when I was there
to raise extra funds.
I'm curious, sir.

Do you think I could ever get a

transfer back to the hospital?
Seeing as it's war work.
Well, you'd have to be sent home
from the front, first.
And then you might have to
pull a few strings.
Thank you for that.
Thank you very much.
What would my mother say?
Me entertaining the future
Earl of Grantham to tea.
War has a way of distinguishing
between the things that matter
and the things that don't.
Thank you.
Thank you for my deliverance.
Do you know Sir Richard Carlisle?
Her uncle and I are old friends.
Well, old acquaintances, anyway.
How dare you threaten me. I assure
you, I dare a great deal more than that!
If you still love him, let him
know.
If you don't tell him, you could
regret it all your life long.
You're like a real soldier!
I am a real soldier.
Thank you very much.

Now come and give me a kiss.

You see, I want you to marry me.
Carson!
You'll find there's never a dull
moment in this house.
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Letter for you, William.
Why on earth are you doing that?
Well, someone's got to. Yes, indeed
they do.
And that someone is William or one
of the maids.
You're making work for yourself,
Mr Carson,
and I've no sympathy with that.
I'm not asking for sympathy.
I don't think you should be... What?
For heaven's sake. If something's
wrong put it right.
I'm sorry, Lang. I don't mean to
snap.
Not to worry, my lord. You've been
in the trenches I have not.

I have no right to criticise.

I'm not a soldier now.
You've been invalided out. That is
perfectly honourable.
Is it?
People look at me and wonder why I'm
not in uniform.
Then you refer them to me and I'll
give them a piece of my mind.
Hm?
Penny for your thoughts. They're
worth a great deal more than that.
What is it? My papers. They've come.
I've been called up.
Oh, you never have. What does it
mean?
I report for my medical
on Wednesday and once
I'm through that I go
to Richmond for training.
Then you go to war? With any luck. I'll be
beggared if it's over before I get there.
If they'd listen to me it'd be over
by tea time.
Daisy, I wonder...would you give me
a picture to take with me?
I haven't got one. Then have one
taken, on your afternoon off, please.
That's enough. Let her get on with

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.

I know Manchester and Yorkshire well.

It would mean a few months at home
and a promotion to captain.
I can't object to that.
I've only got a few days before the
medical, my lady.
Then go and tell your father.
You don't mind, do you,
Carson? We must manage
with no footman at all
from next Wednesday.
It'll be no different if we start
now. And you've always got Lang.
We wish you every good fortune.
Don't we, darling?
We certainly do.
Good luck, William. Thank you, my
lord.
So, both my footmen have gone to the
war
while I cut ribbons and make
speeches.
And keep people's spirits up...
which is very important.
By God, I envy them though.
I envy their self respect and I envy
their ability to sleep at night.
Mr Carson doesn't like
the smell of cleaning

materials in here, not

just before luncheon.
Come on, Mrs O'Brien. We don't want
to be unfriendly, do we?
You obviously don't.
Finish it now but don't blame me if
Mr Carson takes a bit out of you.
Hello, Mr Lang. Everything all
right?
Why do you say that?
No reason. I only meant I hope
you're enjoying yourself.
I know I would be in your shoes.
You never tried for the job, did
you? I never got the chance.
I'd no sooner heard that Mr Bates
was gone than he arrived.
What brings you here, Mr Molesley?
I was wondering if Anna was anywhere
around.
I could find her if you like. Oh,
no, no, no.
Just give her this. We were talking
about it the other day
and I came across a copy in...Ripon.
Elizabeth And Her German Garden?
Whatever's that about?
It's about an invitation to talk
some more, that's what.

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 was going to ask Richard Carlisle

about then for Saturday to Monday.
Be careful, Mary. Sir Richard
mustn't think you're after him.
Isn't that the truth? The truth is
neither here nor there.
It's the look of the thing that
matters. Ask Rosamund.
It'll take the edge off it. That'll
be nice.
Like before the war.
How can we manage a pre-war house
party without a single footman?
My dear, Rosamund is not a house
party.
She's blood.
I saw Mrs Drake when I went into the
village.
The wife of John Drake who has
Longfield Farm.
Oh. What did she have to say?
Apparently their final able-bodied
farmhand has been called up.
They need a man to drive the
tractor.
Hasn't Drake recovered from his illness?
I thought he was better. He's much better.
But he doesn't drive.
So I told her I could do it.

What? I said I could drive the

tractor.
Edith! You are a lady not Toad of
Toad Hall.
Well, I'm doing it.
Don't look so bewildered. It's
simple.
I will drive the tractor.
Well, can you do that? Absolutely.
Can you hitch up the plough or
whatever it is I'm dragging?
Of course. When would you like me to
start?
I'd better get you something to
wear.
Oh, I like a bit of life
in a house but I just
hope Mr Carson doesn't
spontaneously combust.
I had a letter yesterday.
Yes? It's my sister's boy.
He's with the Lancashire Fusiliers.
Only he's gone missing.
Missing presumed dead they call it.
Oh, no.
How did it happen? They can't find out
- how it happened, why it happened,
whether we can be sure it did happen
or he isn't lying prisoner somewhere.

Ask his lordship. He'll have friends in

the War Office. They can dig something up.
Oh, I don't like to bother him.
Why not? He's got broad shoulders.
That's ever so fine, Mr Lang.
How can you make those big hands do
such delicate work?
I expect there's no end to the
things they could manage.
Giving you a slap for a start.
That is good. Very good.
I like to see a proper skill.
Blokes think they can be a valet if
they can smile and tie a shoelace
but there's an art to it and I can
tell you've got it.
My mother taught me.
She was a lady's maid, like you.
Well, she knew what she was about.
Oh, Mr Lang. As you know, Sir
Richard Carlisle arrives later
and the Crawleys are coming for
dinner tonight.
I really can't have maids in the
dining room for such a party
so I'd be grateful if you'd help me
and play the footman.
Me? Wait at table?
Well, it's not ideal but I'm afraid

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.

We could have a sort of reading

club.
We could do that.
Or we could talk about it together
just we two.
Heavens. It's later than I thought.
I must get on.
I'm off to change but I wanted you to
know I sent a note to Clarkson
which should do the trick. What did
you say?
That you'd asked a favour and, given that
the estate shoulders the hospital costs,
it did seem unfair if we weren't
allowed a few perks.
Quite right. Thank you, darling.
Well done, my lady.
Ready?
Ready!
Come on, damn you.
Whoa-ho-ho! Yes!
To the victor...the spoils.
Did you plant that tree?
Steady on. It must be years old.
It's not a flattering light.
My father planted it. But you have
to be tough with fruit trees,
not let them outstay their welcome.
Farming needs a kind of toughness,

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.

Where's William? Training for the

army.
I thought he might have died for
love of you.
Don't be nasty as soon as you're
back.
Imagine Carson without a footman.
Like a ringmaster without a pony.
We'll have none of your cheek, thank
you, Thomas.
I'm very sorry, Mrs Hughes, but I'm
not servant any more.
I take my orders from Major
Clarkson.
Who's this? Ethel, the new maid. I
told you.
I didn't realise I was dealing with
an ex-footman.
I'm the one that got away.
Gives hope to us all.
Ethel, help with the luggage.
They're nearly back with Sir Richard.
We've got a visitor, Mr Carson.
I've seen him.
Where's Mr Bates? Gone. Replaced by
Mr Lang.
So not all the changes were bad.
Oh. We're so pleased to have you
here, Sir Richard.

Lady Grantham. Welcome. Thank you.

I hope the train wasn't too tiring.
Hello, Mary.
Not a bit, no. I got a lot done.
Hello, Aunt Rosamund.
Brother, dear. How are you?
Lovely to see you, Rosamund.
He's nice, isn't he? He spent the
entire journey reading his own papers.
But I'm sure I'll love him dearly if
he'll ever look up from the page.
Branson, when you've finished
unloading
go to the hospital and remind Lady
Sybil that we expect her for dinner.
And tell her I mean it.
Really. They're working her like a
packhorse in a mine.
I think she enjoys it though.
Please tell her to come home in time
to change.
I can't possibly come. Really, Mama
is incorrigible.
It's not poor Branson's fault.
What is the point of Mama's soirees?
What are they for?
Well, I'm going up for dinner and
I'm glad. Is that wrong?
Thomas.

You can cover for Nurse Crawley,

can't you?
I can.
So you're back then, safe and sound.
That's not how I'd put it with my
hand the way it is
but, yes, Major Clarkson's found me
a place and I'm grateful.
Can you give Lieutenant Courtenay
his pills?
Of course I can. Be glad to.
Is everything under control?
Mr Lang seems a bit nervous.
Stage fright. But what about you?
Oh...I'm a trouper.
And we can't complain, can we? Not when
you think what's going on in France.
Still...a broken heart can be as
painful as a broken limb.
Don't feel sorry for me, Mrs Hughes.
I'm not.
I know what real love is and there
aren't many who can say that.
I'm one of the lucky ones.
If you say so.
So the fashion for cocktails before
dinner hasn't reached Yorkshire?
I could get Carson to make you one
but I won't guarantee the result.

Mrs Crawley, Captain Crawley and

Miss Swire.
Ah. Isobel.
Well now, still in one piece.
Thank God. Touch wood. I never
stopped touching it.
Do you know Sir Richard Carlisle? My
cousin, Captain Crawley.
How do you do? And his fiancee Miss
Swire.
I know Miss Swire. Her uncle and I
are old friends.
Well, old acquaintances anyway.
What do you think Mary sees in him?
Besides the money, you mean?
It must be more than that. For
you...not necessarily for her.
What's General Strutt like? Well,
you know. Rather important.
And brave. He got the DSO in South
Africa.
Is there any chance it might be permanent
that we can count you out of danger?
It would be such a relief. I wouldn't
want that, I'm afraid.
He's promised to get me back to
France.
How's your appointment with the
North Ridings working out?

Oh, that. W...

It seems I won't be going to the
front after all.
I made a mistake.
They only wanted a mascot.
Mary tells me you're in newspapers.
Well, I own a few. Oh.
That must be quite a responsibility
at a time like this, you know, in a
war.
When it's so important to keep
people's spirits up.
Lady Grantham, my responsibility is
to my investors.
I need to keep my readership up. I leave
public spirits to government propaganda.
So now you've met Granny.
I warn you she has very strong
opinions.
Oh, you need have no fear where
that's concerned, my dear.
We're more than evenly matched.
Where are the spoons for this? Just
here.
Oh, my God. I've forgotten the
sauce.
Mr Lang's bringing the sauce and the
Melba toast. Right, good.
Now, Mr Lang, are you ready? I think

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.

No, no. Give that to me.

Oh! I do apologise, my lady.
Mr Lang, get a clCarson. Carson, what's the
matter?
Now, Carson, it's all right.
Everything will be fine.
Edith, go with Branson and fetch
Major Clarkson.
I'll telephone and explain. What
about my dress?
Edith will get you a coat. Come.
Sybil will know what to do until the
doctor comes.
There's never a dull moment in this
house.
Lady Sybil and I will take him upstairs.
Mrs Hughes will show us the way.
I can help. No, let me. I know what
I'm doing.
I'm sure that's not necessary, my
lady.
It's not my lady now, Carson.
It's Nurse Crawley.
Anna and Ethel, I must trust the
dinner to you.
I'd say the first course is a thing
of the past.
Then clear and lay the hot plates.

Daisy, you fetch the beef and the

rest of it. Anna, you serve the wine.
Mr Lang, you can clear up the mess.
I'll do that. There's no need. I
don't mind. I thank you.
Mr Lang, you'd better go downstairs.
Well, Clarkson's seen him.
It's definitely not a heart attack
but he does need rest.
He's working much too hard.
For a start he's just got to let the
maids serve in the dining room.
Quite right. There is a war.
Even Carson has to make sacrifices.
Poor Lang. He looked like a rabbit
in front of a snake.
I don't understand it. He seemed so
solid when I met him,
even taciturn, now he's a bundle of
nerves.
I heard what you said to Matthew
about the regiment.
Everyone else knows what a fool I
made of myself, why shouldn't he?
I don't think you're a fool. Isn't
that enough?
No.
Maybe it should be but it isn't.
Are you all right, Mr Lang?

You're not, are you?

I've seen shell shock before, you
know.
I had a brother with it.
My favourite brother, as it happens.
And I was his favourite too.
They sent him back and he's dead
now.
They won't send me back.
I'm a goner as far as they're
concerned.
You shouldn't be working yet. I must
work.
I don't know what to do else.
I have to work.
Mr Lang. I thought you'd gone up.
He wanted to hang up the livery
before it got creased.
Well, we can discuss the dinner
another time.
I'll say good night. Good night, Mrs
Hughes. Good night.
May I come in?
That's very kind of you, my lady,
but do you think you should?
Let's hope my reputation will
survive it.
And rest easy, please.
I gather it isn't too serious. Oh,

I've been very stupid, my lady.

I let myself get flustered.
I regard that as highly
unprofessional.
It won't happen again. Don't be too
hard on yourself.
I was particularly sorry to spoil
things for Sir Richard,
knowing he was a guest of yours.
Don't be.
I think he found it all quite
exciting.
Will we be seeing a lot of him?
I don't know. Maybe.
And Captain Crawley...
is he happy with the changes, so to
speak?
May I give you one piece of advice,
my lady?
Tell him what's in your heart.
If you still love him, let him know.
Then even if he's killed, and he may
be, you won't be sorry.
But if you don't tell him you could
regret it all your life long.
And what about Miss Swire?
Well...Miss Swire.
As if any man in his right mind could
prefer Miss Swire to you.

Oh, I'm so sorry, my lady. I didn't

know you were in here.
I was just going. Carson's been
boosting my confidence.
That's something I'd never have
thought she was short of.
What about you, sir?
What did you do before the war
started?
I was up at Oxford.
But I only ever planned to farm.
Farm and shoot.
And hunt and fish.
And everything I'll never do again.
You don't know that. We've had cases
of gas blindness wearing off.
Rare cases.
And much sooner than this.
It doesn't help me to be lied to, you
know.
I'm finished.
And I'd rather face it than dodge it.
I'd better go.
Where's Rosamund? She's with your
mama.
Trying to talk her into the idea of
Sir Richard.
You don't sound very enthusiastic.
Are you?

Can we stop for a minute?

Don't tell me you're tired. I'm not
tired, I'm hot.
This tweed is too thick.
It looks more suited to shooting
than walking.
I had it made for the weekend. I
didn't know there was a difference.
It doesn't matter. That's like the
rich who say money doesn't matter.
It matters enough when you haven't
got it.
I know you don't care about our
silly rules.
You're always very clear on that
score.
You make me sound rude and I hope
I'm not that.
I mean to learn how to do things
properly and you could help me a lot.
But I'm not ashamed of being what
they call a self-made man.
I'm proud of it.
Is the point of all this to test me
in some way?
Maybe.
Are you shocked by my bold and
modern values?
Oh, Sir Richard, you flatter

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?

Marmaduke was a gentleman.

Marmaduke was the grandson of a
manufacturer.
His mother was the daughter of a
baronet. Maybe...
but they were no great threat to the
Plantagenets.
The point is I made up for any
social deficiencies.
And he provided me with a position.
It was a good exchange and it worked
well.
How can Matthew have chosen that
little blonde piece?
You speak so eloquently of the human
heart, Mama.
You must be aware of its...vagaries.
'Things cannot be as they were and
Jack has your best interests at heart.'
Stop.
Who's Jack?
My younger brother.
He means to replace me.
It's what he's always wanted.
Yeah...well...
I'm sorry.
I mustn't bore you.
Don't let them walk all over you.
You've got to fight your corner.

What with? Your brain.

You're not a victim. Don't let them
make you into one.
You know, when you talk like that...
..I almost believe you.
You should believe me.
All my life they've...
..pushed me around just cos I'm
different.
How? Why are you different?
Never mind.
Look...
Look, I...I don't know if you're
going to see again or not.
But I do know you have to fight
back.
How dare you threaten me? How dare
I?
I assure I dare a great deal more
than that.
But you can't, you wouldn't. I
didn't say I would.
I was merely reminding you it was in
my power.
Lady Painswick. Lady Rosamund.
I'm sorry. I'll get these things
sorted out before long.
It's not important.
Miss Swire and I were just talking

about old times.

Happy old times, I hope.
Will you forgive me? I want to write
some letters before dinner.
Let's have a rest. We've earned it.
I should have got a glass. You can't
drink out of a bottle, my lady.
I wish you'd call me Edith.
And of course I can drink from the
bottle.
Would you like me to teach you to
drive?
Not much...cos then you wouldn't
come here no more.
Although that wouldn't matter to you.
Why do you say that?
You're pretty and clever and fine.
You're from a different world.
Is something wrong? No, just having
a break.
Because you want to get into town to
fetch the bone meal.
And be back in time to feed the cows
before it's dark.
They could always have a midnight
feast.
That's it, sir. If you move the stick fast
enough you don't have to slacken your pace.
Check the width of the space as well

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.

It's because we ordered him to go.

We don't know that.
This is a tragedy, I don't deny it.
But I cannot see what other course
was open to me.
We have no room for men to
convalesce
and Farley is the nearest house I
can send them to.
There is a solution and it's staring
us in the face.
Downton Abbey. Would they ever allow
it?
Or even consider it? I think they
would.
After this I think they can be made
to.
But, Sir Richard, you don't have to
- Richard, please.
You see, I want you to marry me.
Why?
Because I think very highly of you.
Very highly...goodness.
I mean it. I think we'd do well
together.
We could be a good team.
Now, that sounds better.
But I can't help thinking
that tradition demands a little

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

cruel than I could have imagined but...

I feel useful for the first time in
my life. That must be a good thing.
Matthew, are you busy? No, of course
not.
I'll just get you on to your bed.
You're quite safe.
So you wouldn't go back...
to your life before the war?
No. No, I could never go back to
that again.
Lavinia.
What's the matter?
Are you looking for Matthew?
I was...but it's not important.
Tell me what it is...please.
He has to go a day early. Tomorrow
morning, in fact.
Only to meet his general, surely.
Not back to France.
But he must go back one day.
I can't imagine what I'd do if
anything happened to him.
I know he'll be all right.
No, you don't. None of us do.
We say that sort of thing but we
don't know.
If he died I don't think I could go
on living.

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.

I'll have to invent some tasks or they'll

be no need for you to come much more.
Then start inventing, please.
I will.
Cos I'd hate it if you were to stay
away.
So would I.
I'd absolutely hate it.
I can't believe I've done that. I'm
awfully glad you did.
You'll have me thrown in the tower.
Only if they give me the key.
Fold it in. Don't slap it.
You're making a cake not beating a
carpet.
Oh, sorry, Your Lordship, I didn't
see you there.
It's quite all right, Mrs Patmore.
I wonder, is there somewhere we could
have a word? Er...
er... Why not go into my sitting
room?
Please sit.
I do have some news of your nephew.
I telephoned the War Office. They've just
come back to me but it's not good news.
I knew he was dead all along.
I said so to my sister. I said, 'Kate,
he's gone and you'll have to fa -

Mrs Patmore, it's worse than that.

What can be worse than being dead?
Private Philpotts was shot for
cowardice on February.
Oh, my God.
This explains why the regiment was
reluctant to supply information.
Mrs Hughes, could you come in,
please?
Mrs Patmore has had some bad news.
Her nephew has been killed.
Oh, he never has? And that's not
all.
It is all, Mrs Patmore.
Let us make sure it is all.
Your sister needs to know no more
than this.
We cannot know the truth. We should
not judge.
I think it's a ridiculous idea.
Why? Because this is a house not a
hospital.
Granny, a convalescent home is where
people rest and recuperate.
But if there are relapses, what
then?
Amputation in the dining room?
Resuscitation in the pantry?
It would be the most tremendous

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

spare for a poor traveller?

William, I don't believe it. Pinch
me. I am your dream come true.
You're like a real soldier. I am a
real soldier, thank you very much.
Now come and give me a kiss. Ooh.
We'll have none of that. Won't you
let a tommy kiss his sweetheart,
when he's off to fight the Hun? Have
you finished your training?
Not yet but it won't be long. On the
eve of departure we'll see
but right now put her down.
I'll show you.
What do you think? There. Smart, in't
it?
William? What a treat to see you.
And how smart you look.
Welcome. Thanks. Supper won't be
long.
I'm just clearing the dining room.
Shall I help?
Course not. You're in the army now.
So, still full of the joys of war
then?
I'm not sorry to be part of it, Mr
Lang, and I can't pretend I am.
Oh, yes, you're part of it.
Like a metal cog is part of a

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.

There's every need...to stop a

murder.
Are we engaged?
It's not against the law
to take a mistress. I know
you and I love you. That is
not the right path for you.
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Should we give them some more space
between the beds?
Well, we could give them...
Not much.
I'm determined to defend the library
as a recreation room.
Where are we to sit?
We can screen off the small library.
Is that all? I suppose...
Or we could leave you the boudoir.
I wanted to put the intermediaries
in there, but we don't have to.
How kind.
Why will we only have officers? Surely
all wounded men need to convalesce.
The hospital is for
officers. The whole idea
is to have a complimentary

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.

Some stamps would be kind.

I'll get you the money.
I'd like to thank you all
for your work this morning.
It's so strange to see the rooms
converted into dormitories. But good.
It was wrong for our
life to chug along as if
the war were only
happening to other people.
How will it be, though? Are we all
working for Mrs Crawley, now?
We are not.
I'm sure the chain of command will
be sorted out soon.
Or there'll be blood on the stairs.
Thank you, Miss O'Brien.
But what do you think it meant?
Really, Granny. Lavinia Swire knows
Richard Carlisle. So what?
One knows lots of people in London.
I don't know many people who'd
threaten me behind the laurels.
Aunt Rosamund said herself
she didn't know what to make of it.
I still think it's a peculiar way
for a gentleman to speak to a lady.
At least you think him a gentleman.
The point is, do you think

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?

But suppose it's something more.

Suppose he's got plans.
Well, you have to deal with that when
it happens and mind you deal fair.
Now go and grate that suet
before I grow old and die.
Who will be in charge?
Cousin Isobel thinks it'll be her.
All I know is that she'll drive us
mad before the end.
I'm going up to change.
I just want to finish this.
Aren't you going to the hospital?
Not yet.
I'm on a night shift.
I'll walk down after dinner.
And please don't start lecturing me.
I won't.
The truth is I envy you.
Do you ever miss helping out
on the Drakes' farm?
That's a funny question.
Why?
No reason.
It's just you seemed to have
such a purpose there.
It suited you.
It did suit me.
I enjoyed it,

but now I feel like a spare part.

Trust me.
You have a talent
that none of the rest of us have.
Just find out what it is and use it.
It's doing nothing that's the enemy.
The truth is, my lady, Mrs Crawley
has forgotten this is your house
and we need a friend in charge of
the day-to-day management,
because if Mrs Crawley gets one of
her toadies in to run things,
she'll have her nose in every pie
before you can say Jack Robinson.
But who?
What about Thomas, my lady?
He's hospital trained and he's always
had a soft spot for Downton.
Thomas, the footman?
Managing Downton Abbey?
But he's not a footman, now, is he?
He's a corporal, with real battle
experience as a medic.
Could Dr Clarkson spare him?
Well...
I suppose he'll have to spare
somebody.
Are you all right?
You seem a bit preoccupied.

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,

before there's anyone

to see me who matters.
I only know Sir Richard
because he is or was
a friend of my father's
and of my uncle, Jonathan Swire.
The Liberal minister?
That's it.
But I'm afraid they've fallen out.
Oh.
This room is so pretty. Has the house
always been the Painswicks' London home?
There's no 'always'
about the Painswicks, my dear.
They were invented from scratch
by my son-in-law's grandfather.
We bought the house
when we were married.
You make Mr Painswick sound rather
a rough diamond, Lady Grantham.
Marmaduke wasn't a rough diamond,
was he, Mama?
No. He was just cut and polished
comparatively recently.
Carson's told Papa
you've been called up.
There's no need to look so serious.
You'd think me rather heartless
if I didn't.

I'm not going to fight.

You'll have to.
I will not.
I'm going to be a conscientious
objector. They'll put you in prison.
I'd rather prison
than the Dardanelles.
When will you tell them?
In my own good time.
I don't understand.
I'll go to the medical.
I'll report for duty.
When I'm on parade, I'll march out
front and I'll shout it, loud and clear.
If that doesn't make the newspapers,
then I'm a monkey's uncle.
But you'll have a record
for the rest of your life.
At least I'll have a life.
I know the popular fantasy is
that we can feed six strong men...
from a single seed cake,
but you and I know better.
Have we got the flour for any more?
Go and check now.
Cheer up.
It's not as bad as that.
What's the matter, Mr Lang?
Tell me. I won't bite.

I sometimes feel I'm the only one

who knows what's going on over there.
You all wander round ironing clothes
and cleaning boots and choosing
what's for dinner,
while over the Channel,
men are killed
and maimed
and blown to pieces.
We know more than you think.
The war hasn't left us alone.
It hasn't left me alone,
however it may look.
Have you any idea...
how scared they are?
How scared they all are?
I lost my nephew.
My sister's boy.
He was shot.
For cowardice.
That's what they said.
But I knew him and he'd never
have done such a thing...
if he hadn't have been
half out of his mind with fear.
Don't blame him.
It was him,
but it could have been me.
It could have been any of us.

Suppose I don't want to come back?

To be in charge?
Telling Mr Carson what to do?
Why? What's in it for you?
All right. It's to stop Mrs Crawley
bossing her ladyship about.
She behaves as if she owns the place.
You've changed your tune.
When I were last here, you'd have given
money to see her ladyship eat dirt.
Well, like you say,
I've changed my tune. People do.
Not without a reason.
I've got my reasons.
You've also got her ladyship
wrapped round your little finger.
Maybe. That's my business.
But I'll not hurt her and I'll not
let anyone else hurt her, neither.
That's all I've got to say.
You're a queer one and no mistake.
So will you come if I can fix it?
Why not?
I like the idea of giving orders
to old Carson.
I go away for five minutes
and everything's settled.
Nothing's settled.
For a start,

which rooms will we live in?

The small library and the boudoir.
If Cousin Isobel can find somewhere
else for the intermediaries.
There's always the boot room.
I'm sure you'll have use of that.
And where are we supposed to eat?
You can share the dining room
with those officers...
No.
We all have to make sacrifices.
No!
Then we'll have tables
set up in the great
hall for the mobile
officers and the nurses.
And, Lady Grantham, I know you'll be
happy about one decision.
Lady Grantham asked
that the house management
might be put into the
hands of Corporal Barrow.
Your former footman, Thomas.
Thomas? In charge of Downton?
No, that's what I thought at first, but
he isn't a footman now, he's a soldier.
He's worked in medicine.
Someone has to run the place who's
had medical training. But I feel...

The men won't accept the authority

of a corporal. I've thought of that.
I told my Commanding Officer that Lady
Grantham had asked for Corporal Barrow.
He's prepared to have him raised
to the rank of Acting Sergeant.
But can you spare him?
We can.
I've gone to some trouble to do so.
Sergeant Barrow will
manage the daily running
of Downton and I shall
be in overall charge.
Aren't we missing a tier?
There should be someone
here, permanently, under
you but over Thomas.
That's correct and I will make
a decision before long.
Until then,
I do assure you,
Corporal Barrow is very efficient.
I say good.
If someone is to manage things,
let it be our creature.
Why? Are you planning to divide
his loyalties?
I wouldn't say I was planning it.
William has asked to stay here,

my lord. Just for a night.

On his way to active duty in France.
Good. I should like to see him.
I don't suppose there's any way
we can keep him from harm?
Him being an only child and all.
We'd hate for anything to happen.
Thank you, Lang. I can do the rest.
Very sorry, my lord.
To get back to the notion of Thomas
as the manager of Downton.
He won't be a manager in that sense.
But her ladyship fixed
it all with Clarkson and
she was so pleased I
didn't know what to say.
'I cannot have him working here
because he is a thief'?
You know she's ignorant of
Thomas's crimes.
We agreed at the time
that would be best.
And anyway...
is it honourable in us to hold
Thomas's sins against him
when he has been wounded
in the service of the King?
And who is to be in charge
over Thomas?

You mean under Dr Clarkson?

Well, we asked today,
but he hasn't decided.
So we just make it up
as we go along?
Unless you've got a better idea.
Are you still here, Mr Branson?
Stay and have something to eat.
Mr Branson's been telling us the
news from Russia. What news is that?
Kerensky's been made Prime Minister,
but he won't go far enough for me.
Lenin denounces the bourgeoisie
along with the Tsar.
He wants a people's revolution and
that's what I'm waiting for.
It won't be long, now.
And what's happened to the Tsar?
Imprisoned. In the Alexander Palace.
With all his family.
What a dreadful thing.
They won't hurt them. Why would they?
To make an example?
Give them some credit.
This is a new dawn,
a new age of government.
No-one wants to start it with the
murder of a bunch of young girls.
You don't know that. Nobody knows who'll

get killed when these things start.

Look at her nephew.
Shot for cowardice.
Who'd have guessed that when he was
saying hello to the neighbours
or kissing his mother good night?
Can you look at the crumble?
I think it should come out, but it's
five minutes earlier than you said.
I'm sorry. I never thought.
Then you should think, Mr Lang.
You're not the only member of
the walking wounded in this house.
Why are you coming in this way?
I'm the manager here now, Mr Carson.
Or had you forgotten?
No. I had not forgotten.
And will you be moving into
your old room?
Or should we prepare
a guest bedroom?
I'll sleep in my old room, thanks.
So...
Are we ready for the big invasion?
Cos they'll be here at teatime.
We'll have to be ready,
won't we, Thomas?
We will, Mr Carson.
And it's Sergeant Barrow, now.

'Acting Sergeant', I believe.

How many are there altogether?
.
. Right.
Quick as you can, gentlemen.
Driver, when you've finished
unloading here, go straight back.
This way please, gentlemen.
Mustard gas...
Don't worry.
We'll get you seen to quickly.
Major Bryant, you're in the Armada
bedroom. Do you mind the stairs?
It depends what I find at the top.
He's handsome.
Handsome and off-limits.
It'll be nice to have the house
full of men. Full of officers.
Officers aren't men.
Not where we're concerned.
Oh, speak for yourself. I speak for you,
too, if you know what's good for you.
I'm very sorry, but I...
Matthew! What in the world
are you doing here?
We start our tour of Yorkshire and
Lancashire tomorrow.
General Strutt knew you lived up
here, so he's given me a few hours off.

What a lovely... lovely surprise.

Mrs Crawley, how can we separate
the hospital's linen from our own?
You go. We'll talk later.
As soon as I've done this,
I'll take your orders for books.
I hadn't cast you
as Florence Nightingale.
We can't leave all the moral
high ground to Sybil.
She might get lonely there.
How are you? I know I mustn't ask
you what you're doing.
You can ask what I'm doing in
Downton.
We've finished in the
Midlands. Tomorrow, we
start on the camps in
the northern counties.
Will we see something of you?
My general ought to come here.
It's exactly the sort of thing people
like to read about. Sybil, come.
Edith can do that.
Dear Mother.
She does love a bit of authority.
I suppose she's driving
Cousin Cora mad.
No names. No pack drill.

Breathe in... and out.

I'm surprised they didn't get
to you before now.
Some people have all the luck, sir.
You can get dressed.
Shall I report for duty in Richmond?
You'll be told what to do.
But I must supervise
the medical staff. Overseen by me.
Carson, I'm relying on you to make
sure that that is so. What is going on?
I was arranging the household
duties,
where they overlap with the duties
of the nursing staff.
Shall we continue this upstairs?
Well, I've made up some charts...
Of course.
Did you say you were the manager
or the referee?
You see what we're up against.
Don't worry. We'll find a solution.
You take over every room,
you bark at me like a
sergeant major and you
give orders to my servants.
Cora, I'm sure - I'm sorry.
Are you in the middle of something?
We're discussing the arrangements.

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.

Thank you, Lord Grantham,

for making your position so clear.
Oh, just one more thing. The dog.
What should we do to stop Isis
getting into the patients' rooms?
I can answer that.
Absolutely nothing.
Ah.
Anna, there you are. Ethel, could
you leave us for a moment?
That was Sir Richard
on the telephone.
It might have been Bates
you saw in the village.
Really?
He's working up here at a pub.
The Red Lion in Kirby Moorside.
That's odd.
Mr Bates in a pub?
The question is what'll you do with
the information now you've got it?
Could you just take this into
the hall for me? Yes, of course.
Are you waiting for Papa?
Do you want me to go and find him?
They turned me down.
The army.
Why?
Apparently, I have a heart murmur.

Or... to be more precise...

'A mitral valve prolapse is causing
a pansystolic murmur.'
I don't know what to say.
Is it dangerous?
Only if you're planning to humiliate
the British Army.
I suppose you're glad.
You're not going to be killed
or go to prison. Of course I'm glad.
Don't count your chickens. If I don't
get them one way, I'll get them another.
Why do you have to be so angry
all the time?
I know we weren't exactly
at our best in Ireland.
Not at your best?
Not at your best?
I lost a cousin,
in the Easter Rising, last year.
You never said.
Well, I'm saying it now.
He was walking down
North King Street, one day,
and an English soldier saw him
and shot him dead.
When they asked why he was killed, the
officer said because he
was 'probably' a rebel.

So don't say you were

not at your best.
Sorry to keep you waiting, but we're
going to have to step on it.
I'm not sure about Marryat. Not to
worry. I know we've got lots of GA Henty.
And I haven't forgotten
about your tobacco
- just as soon as I can
get into the village.
I think a bit of it
might have come loose.
Is that better?
Much.
But I may need some more tucking
very soon.
Well, no-one tucks better than I do.
Ethel.
Go back inside, please.
There are still more bedrooms
to be done.
'Rosamund's going to find out.'
She knows some of those feeble-minded
idiots on the Liberal front bench.
Poor Lavinia. I feel sorry for her.
She's an obstacle to your happiness,
dear, and must be removed.
When it's done,
you can feel as sorry as you wish.

But even if Matthew does break it

off with her,
why should he propose to me again?
With your permission, dear, I will
take my fences one at a time.
Any plans for your afternoon off?
Major Bryant wants me to go to the pictures
in York with him, when he's allowed out.
But you'll say that's stupid.
Not stupid. Insane.
Oh, he really likes me, though.
He says he wants
to get to know me better.
Has he told you how he's planning
to achieve it?
Spoilsport.
What are you up to?
Just practising with these for
Lady Mary. I promised her I would.
That's one and eight, altogether.
Might I have a glass of cider?
Thank you.
I don't know if I've dreaded
this moment or longed for it.
Well, either way, it's happened.
I'm glad I'm in time
for tomorrow's state visit.
I gather Lavinia will be there. We must
seize the opportunity to challenge her.

I don't really see on what basis.

She stole secrets from
her uncle, Jonathan Swire,
and gave them to Carlisle
to publish. Swire told me.
The papers showed that half
the Cabinet were trying to get rich
by buying shares before a government
contract was announced.
Would you rather we
were kept in ignorance?
It wasn't Lavinia's
business to make it public.
Without her, the Marconi scandal
would never have happened.
The politicians broke the law.
Lavinia did nothing wrong.
She drags the Chancellor
of the Exchequer's
honour through the mud
and you say it's nothing?
It was only Lloyd George.
But why did she betray her uncle
to Sir Richard in the first place?
Because... they were lovers.
Exactly.
And now it is down to you to save Matthew
from the clutches of a scheming harlot.
Really, Rosamund.

There's no need to be so gleeful.

You sound like Robespierre, lopping
off the head of Marie Antoinette.
It was me.
I knew you used to go into
the village on a Wednesday.
I so longed for a glimpse of you.
But why are you up here, at all?
And why didn't you tell me? Because
I want to get things settled first.
You see, I've discovered that Vera
has been unfaithful to me.
I've got proof.
We can't criticise her for that.
No, but it means I can divorce her.
I've had to leave the house to prove
that it has broken the marriage.
So I came up here to be nearer you.
But what if she fights it?
She can't.
For her to divorce me, she needs
something beyond adultery.
Cruelty or suchlike.
For a husband, adultery is enough.
That's not very fair to women.
I don't care about fairness,
I care about you.
The point is, I can get rid of her.
If she goes quietly, I will give her

money and plenty of it.

If not, she leaves empty-handed.
And when will this be? I need to get
her to accept it, first.
She's made threats
about selling stuff to the papers.
What stuff?
Don't worry.
They won't offer what I will.
You've changed your hair.
I was trying out Lady Mary's
new curling iron.
What do you think?
I think I would love you, however,
whatever, whenever.
We don't have to wait, you know.
If you want me to throw up
everything and come with you, I will.
Gladly.
I can't marry you yet, not legally,
and I won't break the law.
It's not against the law
to take a mistress, Mr Bates.
I know you, Anna Smith, and I love you
and that is not the right path for you.
It won't be long, now.
So, you're not going to war, then?
Apparently not.
Is it true about Mr Crawley bringing

a famous general here?

Captain Crawley.
But yes, why?
No reason.
If they arrive at five,
we'll walk him round the
wards, then show him the
recovering men at play.
After that, a fairly grand dinner.
I'll tell them to bring mess kit.
That is my challenge, my lord.
How to make the dinner sufficiently
grand with no footmen in the house.
Plenty of people give dinners
without footmen.
Not people who entertain Sir Herbert
Strutt, hero of the Somme.
I'm sure he'll have seen worse things at
the front than a dinner with no footmen.
Carson only wants to show the general
proper respect.
We will not criticise him for that.
Indeed we will not.
I think Lord Grantham's plan is a
good one, with or without a footman.
Matthew writes Miss Swire is coming
down from London for it.
Really?
He never said so to me.

Does he need your permission?

I think I should go round with him.
You and Lady Grantham will both
come with us.
But won't he want to talk about
the treatments?
The treatments... and the house.
Miss?
It's Captain Smiley, isn't it?
We haven't met yet,
but I'm Edith Crawley
and tomorrow I can show you
where everything is.
It's just that I'd like to write
a letter to my parents.
Of course. There's paper and
envelopes in the library.
No. You see, I've not written before.
I didn't want to worry my mother
with the different handwriting.
I'm left-handed. How's that for luck?
I'm surprised your school didn't
force you to use the right.
My mother wouldn't let them,
but now I wish they had.
I've asked the others and they say
you're the one to help me.
Of course I will.
I'd be happy to.

That's what they said.

If you can just...
find a way to tell her.
We'll both find a way.
Together. I promise.
Mr Carson, might I have a word?
I'm busy with this dinner for
tomorrow night.
Well, that's just it. I don't expect you'll
be using Mr Lang, not after last time.
I will not.
So I wondered if I might be any help.
I've waited at table before.
Do you mean it?
I know I've no right
to ask it of a chauffeur.
We have to keep up the honour of
Downton, don't we?
I'm very grateful, Mr Branson. I'll
not hide it. Very grateful, indeed.
You know where to find a livery?
I do.
And I gather you won't be
leaving us, after all.
Who knows what the future will bring?
Aaa-aaargh!
Aaaargh!
Mrs Hughes? What is it?
Who is that shouting?

What's going on?

It's Mr Lang.
What in heaven's name is happening?
No! No, I can't do it!
Mr Lang?
I can't do it!
Wake up. You're having a bad dream.
You're having a dream.
It's the soldiers, Mr Carson,
soldiers, but I can't.
I can't go back,
no matter what they...
No-one is asking you to go back,
Mr Lang.
Just to put a sock in it. Don't worry.
You've had a bad dream. That's all.
Is it a dream?
Thank God.
Oh, thank God.
Thank God. You're all right.
Let's get you back into bed.
You're all right.
I'm sorry.
It's all right, Mr Lang.
I'm sorry.
You're all right.
Is it any wonder,
when he's been to hell and back?
Up.

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

meaning to talk to you about, sir.

I'm trying to run a tight ship...
What's the matter with your aunt?
We should follow them in or Mama
will say we're unsupportive.
Tell me what it is, please.
All right.
I know he's going to propose.
Well, then you're going to accept.
Did you get that picture taken?
I did, yeah - Then fetch it.
If you think I'm going to stand by
and watch that boy's dreams
stamped in the dust, you've got
another think coming.
You can take back your promise
when the war's over and not before.
But it's a lie.
Don't make him give up
when he's off to face the guns.
You'd never forgive yourself
if owt happened.
Do you remember when
Aunt Rosamund found you
and Richard Carlisle
together in the garden?
I knew I'd hear more about that.
She thought he was threatening you
and now she's decided

that you were behind

the Marconi share scandal in .
The Chancellor and other ministers
were involved, including your uncle.
I remember the Marconi Scandal.
No. Let's forget it. It's absurd.
But Lady Rosamund is right.
I did steal the evidence
for Sir Richard to print.
I did start the scandal.
The trouble is Aunt Rosamund can't
understand
why you would do such a thing,
unless you and Sir Richard were...
Were lovers.
Mary, you must come.
The ground floor rooms are for those
men who need the most care, sir.
Yes, of course.
General Strutt, sir.
Oh, right, yes.
Tell me about this officer.
Who is that man?
I hope he's not complaining.
Oh, no. That's Captain Smiley.
He hasn't an unkind bone
in his body.
How do you know?
Matthew, listen to this.

Everything all right, sir?

What on earth is that about?
Oh, don't worry.
Major Holmes can be a little waspish, but
he wouldn't want to get us into trouble.
How do you know so much
about a pack of strangers?
They're not strangers to me.
This is all very impressive,
Lady Grantham.
The nurses and your own staff are
to be congratulated.
I believe they are.
I wouldn't say I was scared.
I'm nervous, of course I am.
But not scared.
I think I'm ready.
Don't mind me.
Only I'm thinking of what
your dear mother would say.
Well, I wish she was here
to see me off.
Oh, she'd be so proud.
Why, when we waved off our Archie,
I remember...
What do you remember, Mrs Patmore?
I'll tell you.
You remember a fine young man,
who enlisted before he had to,

and who gave his life

for his country,
because he'd be alive and well today,
if he hadn't chosen to go to war.
She's right.
Happen she is.
Come on, Daisy.
Back to the grindstone.
What is it?
I just want a word with Daisy.
I'm needed in the kitchen.
There's plenty of time later on.
Let's see what my aim is
like.
And again.
You must be enjoying your respite
from the front.
Actually, I'm struggling a bit.
I've just lost my soldier servant and
I haven't managed to replace him yet.
So, when will you tell Matthew?
Dinner is served, my lady.
Don't waste the opportunity.
Why must she be so savage?
It's my broken heart.
It was her advice that wrecked it in
the first place. Classic Rosamund.
She's never more righteous than
when she's in the wrong. Come on.

Everything all right, Mr Branson?

I think so, Mrs Hughes.
Where's Mr Branson?
He's just taken up the soup. Why?
Read that.
'They'll have arrested me by now,
but I'm not sorry.'
'The bastard had it coming to him.'
Oh!
What in God's name?
Read this.
Where is he now?
Oh, my God.
Thinking of renovating
the entire stable...
I'm sorry to hear about
your servant.
Pneumonia not a bullet.
No!
Yes.
I don't envy you.
A decent servant can change
your war.
Get downstairs now!
All right, all right!
There's no need to be so rough.
There's every need to stop a murder!
Murder? What do you mean, 'murder'?
You were going to assassinate the

general! Kill the general? I was not.

Eurgh! I was going to throw that lot
all over him.
What is it? Oil and ink and a bit of
a cowpat, all mixed with sour milk.
He'd have needed a bath right enough,
but not a coffin.
I thought you'd taken the soup up,
but you left it in the pantry.
We'll use this. It's not been heated,
but the hell with that!
We'll decide what happens to you
later!
Never mind later, what about now?
How do we keep this dinner going?
I'll serve, Mr Carson. I don't mind.
And who knows when I'll have
the chance again.
What was going on with the soup?
It came. It went.
Nothing to worry about, my lord.
Branson was taken ill, so William
volunteered to be footman, one last time.
You don't mind, do you? Oh, not
a bit. It's very kind of him.
Our footman, William, is leaving us
tomorrow to join his regiment.
That's why he's not in livery. You're are
a credit to this house and this country.

There is no livery so becoming

as a uniform.
Sir.
Lady Rosamund, Mary, all of you,
have been so kind to Lavinia.
Well, naturally we're all curious
to know more of Miss Swire,
if she is to reign over Downton
as queen.
Dear me. I hope you haven't
unearthed anything too fearful.
You must ask Mary.
One thing I am still not
quite clear about.
Who precisely is in charge of
Downton when you're not here?
I've given it some thought, sir,
and it seems to be only fair
that Mrs Crawley
and Lady Grantham should share
that responsibility.
Capital. Well said.
The fact is I have been more than
gratified by my visit here today
and I thank Captain Crawley
for arranging it.
Hear, hear.
You are all to be praised for your
response to our national crisis,

but I've been talking

and I've been listening.
I feel there is one among you
whose generosity is in danger of
going unremarked.
It seems the daily cares
and needs of the patients
are being dealt with,
quietly and efficiently,
by Lady Edith.
Or that's what the officers tell me.
So, let us raise our glasses
and drink her health.
Edith. Darling.
Lady Edith.
Edith, dear.
We were never lovers, not ever.
You don't have to explain anything.
Not to me.
But I want to.
You see...
My father owed Sir Richard Carlisle
a lot of money.
Enough to bankrupt him.
And Sir Richard offered
to waive the debt,
if you gave him the evidence
of the ministers' guilt?
Papa was terrified

and I knew I could get into my

uncle's office and find the proof.
What is it?
He threatened to tell you all about
it and now I've told you anyway.
My uncle was guilty.
They all were.
Sir Richard didn't make it up.
I believe you.
But that's not why I did it.
It was entirely to save Papa
from ruin.
I'll just go in and check
that everything is ready.
Have you got that picture for me?
I might have.
Because...
You know what I'm going to ask you,
so... will you?
William, you're not sure.
You can't be sure.
I am sure.
And so is she, aren't you, Daisy?
Isn't this just what you told me
you hoped would happen?
It's like a fairy story.
Is she right, Daisy? Are...
Are we engaged?
Because if we are,

I know I can tackle

whatever may come.
Go on, then.
William?
Do you want to go up top?
The general is leaving and Mr Carson
likes a full complement.
No, Daisy. Not you.
The war has not changed everything.
The general is just about to leave. I'm
afraid he doesn't have
time to come in here.
I hope it's all been a success.
Cousin Violet said you had something
to say to me about Lavinia.
What is it?
I haven't the slightest idea.
Oh.
What a relief. She was hinting you
had uncovered some horrid stain.
The only evidence I've uncovered is
that she's a charming person.
What a testimonial.
The truth is we're very much alike,
so naturally I think she's perfect.
We all do.
Don't we, Aunt Rosamund?
Quite perfect.
Is there any chance you might take

our footman William, for your servant?

I can pull some strings, get him
transferred to your lot.
If you'd like me to, of course, but
I can't promise to keep him safe.
I know, but he'd have someone
looking out for him.
Oh, my God.
Lang, are you all right, old chap?
Come, come, man.
Things can't be as bad as all that.
Carson?
Mr Lang, what's happened?
Sir...
The general and all these
officers...
I don't have to go back with them,
do I? Because... I can't, sir. No.
The general is looking for you,
my lord. Excuse me.
It's been a great pleasure.
If I don't see you again
before I have to go back, be safe.
You, too.
Come inside.
Up!
Here. We've earned it.
Ah...
So, what will you do with him?

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.

You never are! When?

After the war.
I'm not sure I can wait that long.
I see what I had planned to say is
already superfluous, Mr Lang.
You got there before me.
I've let you down, Mr Carson,
for that, I'm sorry.
We let you down.
You weren't suited for work
and I should have spotted that.
You'll have two months' wages and
please tell us how you get on.
And, when you're ready for work
again,
you may rely on
a good report from me.
That's kind.
Thank you.
It was nice of William to serve
tonight. He didn't have to.
I'm going to arrange for him
to be Matthew's servant.
With any luck,
it'll keep him out of trouble.
Matthew and Mary looked so natural
together. Did you notice?
Talking and laughing.
But I suppose Lavinia is a nice girl.

We've dreamed a dream, my dear,

but now it's over.
The world was in a dream
before the war,
but now it's woken up
and said goodbye to it.
And so must we.
I'll stay until you want
to run away with me.
Am I to see if Sir Richard Carlisle
has a brother?
One who's even richer than he is?
What's the matter with you?
I'm on your side.
Then be on my side.
If I am not appreciated
here, I will seek some
other place where I
will make a difference.
Good.
I am a woman, Mary,
I can be as contrary as I choose.
Watch yourself, Mr Bates.
Thomas is in charge now.
We don't need anyone with us.
Matthew's missing.
Mary, the men are arranging
the concert now
and they are so anxious

for us both to be in it,

or there'll be no girls at all.
Please say you will.
Do I have to?
Yes, you do.
Keeping their spirits up
is an important part of the cure
and so very little to ask.
What's going on?
The men are putting on a concert.
Can I help?
Edith has it under control.
I do, if Mary's willing.
Oh, all right.
One song, and that's your lot.
What time is Doctor Clarkson's
round? It's already happened.
Without me? Why?
I'm not very late.
We didn't see the need to wait.
Mrs Hughes, I need to steal you
for a minute.
I have to check the linen books.
But I went over them last week.
Very good, m'lady. I'll get started.
Surely I can...
Anna, can you tell Mrs Patmore
it'll be easier for me to go through
the menus this afternoon?

Of course, Your Ladyship.

Cousin Cora - Please, can it wait?
I've a mountain to get through.
There's a parcel for you.
Thank you.
There's a little one for you.
This one looks as if it's been
opened, but it hasn't.
Ethel, have you nothing to do?
I was keeping her talking.
You mustn't blame her. I don't.
What a lovely day!
Are you quite sure about Lavinia?
She wasn't Sir Richard's mistress.
She gave him the evidence to settle
a debt of... someone she loved.
And this is your beau, is it?
A man who lends money, then uses it
to blackmail the recipient?
He lives in a tough world.
And will you be joining him there?
Richard Carlisle is powerful.
He's rich and getting richer.
He wants to buy a proper house,
you know - with an estate.
He says, after the war, the market
will be flooded and we can take
our pick. Oh?
And you can dance on the grave

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?

Mrs Patmore seems to be disobeying

my instructions and I can't get to
the reason why.
If you mean the patients' new
lunchtime,
Her Ladyship felt it made the staff
luncheon unreasonably early.
She moved it, so they could eat at
noon. But that will interfere with
the nurses' shifts.
Oh no, she's altered those, too.
Has she, indeed?
Well, we'll see about that.
It was always a question of when.
May I have a word?
Can it wait?
No, it cannot wait.
I've just come from downstairs,
where I learnt that my timetable
has been wantonly disregarded.
If you mean the new lunchtime,
the wretched servants were having
to eat at and then starve until
their tea at six, so I...
You've also torn up
the nurses' timetable.
I haven't torn up anything...
It would be foolish to accuse you
of being unprofessional,

as you've never had a profession

in your life. Now, just a minute!
You may think you have the right
to ordain the universe,
but in this field No, not in this field - in this
house, yes, I do have the right,
given me by Doctor Clarkson
and by the law of the land!
This is my house, and I am in charge
right alongside you!
If you would stop your bullying That's enough!
I will not listen to this.
If I am not appreciated here,
I will seek some other place where
I will make a difference. Good.
I mean it. I cannot operate where
I am not valued. You must see that!
Certainly.
I shall go. I will.
Perhaps it would be best.
I repeat - I mean it.
I'm sure you do - and so do I.
Why did you promise Carson
not to stage any more protests,
when you wouldn't promise me?
I had my reasons.
But you won't be content to stay

at Downton forever, will you?

Tinkering away at an engine
instead of fighting for freedom?
I thought you'd join the rising
in Dublin last Easter.
I might have... if it hadn't been put
down in six short, bloody weeks.
But don't fret. The real fight for
Ireland will come after the war,
and I'll be ready for it.
The truth is, I'll stay in Downton
until you want to run away with me.
Don't be ridiculous.
You're too scared to admit it...
but you're in love with me.
Branson, could you take me
into Ripon at three?
I'm getting some things for Mama.
Is there anything you want?
Nothing you can find in Ripon!
Well... it IS her house.
Does that mean she's suddenly
received a medical training?
No - Or are you like everyone else
in thinking that, because
she's a countess,
she has acquired universal knowledge
by divine intervention?
Mrs Crawley, convalescent homes

are not about medical training.

They are far more to do with good
food, fresh air and clean sheets.
Very well. I've had a letter
from a cousin in Paris
who is working for the Wounded
And Missing Enquiry Department.
They've opened a branch
in Northern France
under the aegis of the Red Cross.
I shall offer them my services.
Well, that's... that's very drastic.
I have to go where I am useful
and that place, I'm afraid,
is no longer Downton Abbey.
You'll be missed.
By you, possibly.
I hope so, anyway.
But not, I think, by Lady Grantham.
If you were the only girl
in the world
And I were the only boy
I wish we had a man.
Amen!
It would sound so much richer,
but all the volunteers
are spoken for.
How's it going?

All right, I suppose,

if you don't mind singers who can't
sing and actors who can't act!
It helps to keep their spirits up.
So they say,
although I can't think why.
I had a letter this morning
from Sir Richard Carlisle. Oh?
He...
He tells me he proposed
when he was staying here.
He apologises for not asking my
permission, but he's asking it now.
Have you decided?
Is that why he's written?
No... but I have made the decision.
Which is?
I think I should take him.
Do you really, my darling? I wish
I could believe in your motives.
Why? What were your motives
when you married Mama?
Your mother has made me very happy.
Perhaps Sir Richard
will make ME very happy.
What about Matthew?
Not you, too! Poor Matthew...
What must he do to persuade you
he's in love with Lavinia?

Open his chest and carve her name

on his heart?
Write to him. Tell him of your plans
with Carlisle. You owe him that.
I don't think I "owe" him anything,
but I'll write to him, if you like.
I'll try to send you an address,
but you can always get me through
the Red Cross. Very good, ma'am.
I'll try to contact Captain Crawley,
explain to him what's happened.
If he does get leave, he'll probably
come to me or stay in London,
but if I miss him and he turns up
here, I know you'll look after him.
Of course I will, ma'am.
Cook him what he likes not what's good for him.
You don't know when you'll be back?
I don't think one knows anything
in wartime.
I'll try to give you warning. In
the meantime, look after yourselves.
Now, I mustn't miss my train.
So, what now?
Ah, Anna said you were honouring us
with your presence at dinner.
It's easier here than the hospital.
I can always get changed back

into my uniform if I need to.

What were you talking to Branson
about when I came into the yard?
Nothing.
Then why were you there?
Why were YOU there?
Because I was ordering the motor.
That is why one talks to chauffeurs,
isn't it?
To plan journeys by road?
He is a person.
He can discuss other things.
I'm sure he can - but not with you.
What do you want from me?
Am I to see if Sir Richard Carlisle
has a younger brother one even richer than he is?
Darling, what's the matter with you?
I'm on your side.
Then be on my side!
'So there we have it.
I look forward to introducing
the two of you
just as soon as you are next
at home,
which naturally
I trust will be very soon indeed.
Please be glad for me,
as I will always be for you.

Your affectionate cousin, Mary.'

We don't need anyone with us.
The Sergeant knows what we're doing.
But what are we patrolling for?
You've been taking those logic pills
again! This is the army, Mason.
We're going on a patrol
because we're going on a patrol.
Has Mary set a date yet
for the wedding? She doesn't say.
I think she's hoping
the war will be over soon
and they can set a date then.
She could've waited and told you
when she saw you. She doesn't know
I'm due back.
Did you warn Daisy, or will it be
a surprise? No, I've told her we're
coming to Downton first.
Then I'll visit my dad and go back
to see her for a day at the end.
fresh Yorkshire air,
followed by London and Miss Swire.
All right for some, sir!
You'd never swap, though, would you?
No, I'd never swap.
Bates in a pub? I can't see that.
I think your pal's mistaken.
He met him here twice

before the war. Listen.

I said to him, "Hello,
Mr Bates," and he walked off
and wouldn't serve me after.
Next thing you know, we'll have Anna
running across the county and
dragging him back by his stick!
I'm surprised he isn't here of his
own accord,
with His Lordship having no valet
since the loony went.
Don't speak ill of Mr Lang.
You're a funny one!
Talk about sweet and sour.
Better get back.
Want a cup?
Not really.
What were you doing?
Oh, let me see.
I've tidied the study - twice
and I've rearranged the coats
in the hall.
I might check his clothes for moth.
What about you?
We've cleaned everything
three times over
and I've sent Beth into the village
for some eggs to pickle,
though the Mistress

doesn't really like them.

Well, she never eats properly,
anyway. Not on her own.
A butler can't do much
with supper on a tray!
Beg your pardon for troubling you,
only the door was open.
But the front gate was not.
No.
What do you want?
Have you got any spare food?
"Spare food"?
What's that, when it's at home?
Hang on, hang on. Wait.
From around here?
Not far.
I used to work on the farms,
but er... not any more.
Did you get that in the war? Don't
pity me. I'm one of the lucky ones.
I might have something for you.
Come on.
Hello, Mr Molesley.
They told me you were up here.
I hope you don't mind
my bothering you.
Not a bit. What can I do for you?
Well, actually, Mr Carson, I've been
thinking there might be something I

can do for YOU. Hm?

That brushing, for instance.
I don't like having nothing to do,
what with Captain Crawley
away at the war and his mother
in France alongside him.
And then, His Lordship's
without a valet and...
and your plate is piled so high!
I am quite occupied, it's true.
So I thought I'd look in
and give you a hand,
brushing, mending, cleaning shoes whatever's needed.
That's kind of you, Mr Molesley.
We shall have to watch ourselves, or
else His Lordship will want to pinch
you off Captain Crawley.
But he said he'd be here by now
and he's not.
You mustn't worry about him, Daisy.
I'm not "worried" like that, exactly,
but this is William.
I think we should all be worried.
Anything might have happened.
Maybe his leave was cancelled.
At times like these, people vanish
and turn up again
in the strangest places.

Like Mr Bates in that pub.

Working in a public house?
That's what he said.
I thought they'd have told you.
It doesn't seem likely
that a trained valet like Mr Bates
would be content to work
in a public house!
Well, that's what he said.
Have you mentioned this to Anna?
I haven't said anything to anyone.
I thought you all knew.
Perhaps you should ask Thomas.
Oh, I will ask Thomas.
Don't you worry about that, my girl.
Didn't it occur to you that
we might be interested to hear it?
Not particularly.
As far as I knew, Mr Bates had left
your employment.
You didn't think to tell Carson?
I am not under Mr Carson's command
now, Your Lordship.
Shoo! Daisy, go to bed
before you strain your eyes!
Thank you, Daisy,
for telling Mr Carson
all about my private letter!
I didn't know it was a secret.

Sorry if I was wrong.

There's no "if" about it.
Why answer His Lordship at all?
What did you want me to do?
Tell him to get knotted?
He doesn't pay your wages.
I see.
Well, I won't put you down
for a career in diplomacy, then!
What's he after? To get Bates back?
If Mr Bates wanted his job back,
he'd have written for it himself.
Why would he want his job back?
He's like you. He got away.
He's not very like me, thank you.
But you're both free
of all the bowing and scraping
and "Yes, m'lord," and "No, m'lord."
I envy him. I envy you.
Cos I'm ready for a new adventure
and I don't care who hears me.
"Be careful what you wish for."
'The truth is, I'll stay in Downton
until you want to run away with me.'
Ah. Good morning, Anna.
You sent for me, m'lord?
I did. Come in.
I have something to tell you,
but I hope I'm right.

Carson didn't want you

to be troubled with it.
Is this about Mr Bates, m'lord?
Yes, it is.
I have no wish to upset you, but it
seems he may be back in Yorkshire
working in a public house.
We don't yet know where.
The Red Lion in Kirby Moorside.
Oh.
You've seen him, then?
I have, yes, m'lord.
And he's well?
He is.
He's not been back to Downton
for two reasons.
He's hoping to settle certain matters
first... with Mrs Bates.
And does he think he can?
He believes so, m'lord.
Very good.
And what is his second reason
for avoiding us?
He says he parted with Your Lordship
on bad terms.
He felt it might be embarrassing.
Yeah...
It is for me to feel embarrassed.
I had to get out of that kitchen,

if I'm not to be found dead

under the table!
It's like cooking a banquet
three times a day.
It is a lot of extra work, whatever
they say - even with the helpers.
Don't think they lighten the load!
Mrs Bird? What's going on?
I knew I'd be found out,
sooner or later. At least it's you.
Found out doing what?
What does it look like?
I don't know what it looks like,
except some kind of soup kitchen.
You'd better come inside.
One at a time.
Now, take a piece of bread.
Right. Daisy, stand there.
Give them a bowl and a spoon.
When did all this start?
That fella turned up asking for food.
Then he came back next day
with a friend, and here we are.
What does Mrs Crawley say?
She doesn't know yet.
I suppose she'll put a stop to it
when she gets back from France.
I hope not.
To be honest, Mrs Patmore, I'm not

sure I can manage much longer.

How often do you do it? I planned
to get it down to once a week
and give them only the cheapest cuts,
but it is my money, and I don't know
how much - Now, hold it right there!
If we can't feed a few soldiers in
our own village,
them that have taken a bullet
or worse for king and country,
then I don't know what!
Sorry about this, m'lady, only
there's no footman to do it now.
I don't mind, but you'd better run
before Mrs Hughes sees you.
M'lady... could I ask something?
Only William, who was in service
here - I know William.
Well, he's missing.
That is, he was supposed to be back
on leave but he never turned up.
He wrote he was coming home for a few
days with Captain Crawley...
Is William your beau?
I won't say that, no, m'lady.
We're all very fond of William
downstairs. Of course you are.
Well, I'm sure it's nothing, but
I'll see what I can find out.

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

because we parted badly.

Telephone call for you, m'lord.
If you did, I'm sure it's his fault.
No, it was mine.
Oh, really! It's like living
in a second-rate hotel
where the guests keep arriving
and no-one seems to leave!
I see.
Yes... Thank you
for letting me know.
Are you all right, Papa?
That was the War Office.
Matthew and William went out
on a patrol a few days ago
and they haven't been seen since.
Oh, my God.
Let's not fall to pieces quite yet.
It happens all the time, apparently,
and the men turn up
in one field hospital or another.
But they are treating them
as missing in action?
It's too early for that.
There could be lots of things
to explain it.
You mean they could have been taken
prisoner? It's possible.
Don't say anything to Mary...

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

officers by the maids' staircase

just now.
I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.
Let's hope so.
Good night.
What the bloody...
Ethel!
We were only...
I know precisely what you were doing, Major.
I may not be a woman of the world,
but I don't live in a sack!
Now, if you would kindly
take your things and go downstairs.
Ethel, you are dismissed without
notice and without a character.
You will please leave before
breakfast. I didn't think I was...
No. And that's the problem.
You never do.
And you're not nervous?
Well, I gather His Lordship
knows his own mind,
but I've no difficulty with that.
You'll enjoy working
in a big household.
Better than staring at me
night after night!
What would you say

if they ask you to stay?

It would be a big step up for me.
There's no point in denying it.
Because I think they might.
Do you really, Mrs Bird?
There goes Mr Molesley,
valet to the Earl of Grantham.
Stop it!
But why?
What could you have possibly done
that's so terrible?
Have I taken everything of mine
from there?
Would you like me to speak to her?
Because I can.
No. She wouldn't listen.
She's not a bad person, Mrs Hughes.
I know she can be strict, but she's
not - She wouldn't listen.
We're closed.
I know Ethel could be difficult,
Mrs Hughes,
but she was very sorry for
her mistake, whatever it was.
I'm sure. It's cost her her job.
But surely it can't...
Never mind why she's gone, she's
gone - and there's an end to it.
By the way, I hear

Mr Bates is back in the county.

Mr Carson says
you know all about it.
I gather His Lordship
has gone to see him.
I know. He told me he was going.
Why in heaven's name
didn't you mention any of it to me?
It wasn't my secret to tell.
I'm glad to hear it, but Carson said
your wife made all sorts of threats.
She won't carry them out - not now.
Since I left Downton,
I've discovered
that she was... untrue to me.
I may have been as bad in my heart,
m'lord, but I've done
nothing to be ashamed of.
The point is, I can divorce her now,
whether she likes it or not.
But what's to stop her blurting out
her stories to the press?
If she agrees to keep silent, I will
give her whatever she wants.
She can't hold me now, so her choice
is between poverty and plenty.
And what was the tale she was going
to tell? Carson never made it clear.
Some silly nonsense, m'lord.

I wouldn't waste your time with it.

What's the news from Downton?
Daisy, you're not to worry
about William.
I spoke to His Lordship earlier.
He says you're not to be concerned
until we know more.
But he is missing.
I mean, they don't know where he is,
or Captain Crawley, do they?
There could be a hundred
explanations. Yes - and one of them
is that they're dead!
Don't mistake me,
I hope very much they're not,
but we ought to face the truth.
What may be the truth.
And what very well may not!
Anna, do you think that Mr Bates
will come back?
That's for him to say.
I hope he does.
He always seems
a romantic figure to me.
Does he? How do you define "romantic"?
It's no good him thinking he can
turn up here without a moment's
notice and be cock of the walk!
Why is that, Thomas?

Because the place is already taken?

I hate the word "missing".
It seems to leave so little room
for optimism.
I tell myself
it's too early to despair,
but to be honest, Bates,
I don't think I can bear it.
Losing Patrick was bad enough,
but now the thought of Matthew gone
and the future
once again destroyed...
More than all that,
I loved him like a son.
No, I LOVE him. Let's stay in the
present tense, while we still can.
So, will you come back with me...
and help me through
the Vale of Shadow?
It's not what I expected, m'lord,
but... I will, if you want me to.
I misjudged you, Bates,
and I abused you when we parted.
I should have had more faith.
I'm sorry.
God knows, you've shown more faith
in me than I had any right to.
There we are. Get this basket
off my arm. It weighs a ton!

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.

What did you think?

You'd marry the chauffeur and we'd
all come to tea? Don't be silly.
I told you, I don't even think I like
him. What has he said to you?
That he loves me and wants me to run
away with him. Good God in heaven!
He's frightfully full of himself.
You don't say!
But I haven't encouraged him.
I haven't said anything, really.
You haven't given him away, though.
Will you?
Well, I won't betray him
on one condition:
You must promise
not to do anything stupid.
You must promise now,
or I'll tell Papa tonight.
I promise.
Mr Bates!
You're a sight for sore eyes.
Welcome home.
Thank you, Mrs Hughes.
I thought it was you.
Hello.
Come away in and give some substance
to the gossip of your return.
You'll find things a bit different

from when you left, Mr Bates.

Downton at war.
Precisely.
There's some extra help
in the kitchen, all very nice people
and the nurses, of course,
but they live down at the hospital.
Except for Lady Sybil.
Nurse Crawley, please!
So we've both returned, you and I.
A couple of bad pennies.
I haven't. Thomas means
he's not here as a servant.
He manages the house.
He's a sergeant now.
I take orders from Major Clarkson.
He runs this place on behalf
of the Army Medical Corps.
Yet another reason
to pray for peace!
I heard about William from His
Lordship. And Captain Crawley.
I'm sure they're all right.
Sorry I'm late!
Has the dressing gong rung yet?
You're not late, Mr Molesley,
but er...
Mr Bates is back,
and you reminded me.

I'd better ring it now.

Are you staying... for good?
I'd need a crystal ball to answer
that, but I'll stay for now.
Have you been standing in for me?
I was going to,
starting tonight, yeah.
Then you'll be relieved to see me.
Oh, tremendously.
What's that?
It's a new kind of shoehorn.
I bought it for His Lordship.
That's very kind of you,
Mr Molesley. Thank you.
Daisy, fetch me some more tea.
Thomas, I've got dinner...
Hot, this time,
and it's Sergeant Barrow to you.
Watch yourself, Mr Bates.
Thomas is in charge now.
It won't do to get on the wrong side
of him. Is there a right side?
I don't believe it.
Why would she sell food to Mrs Bird?
It makes no sense.
Well, I can't confirm
the details of the arrangement.
Maybe they both sell it
and divide the proceeds.

Either way, I felt you should know.

Have you said anything to Mrs Hughes
or Carson? I've tried with her,
but there's none so blind
as them that will not see.
I'm curious.
Next time, come and fetch me.
So Bates is back.
Papa must be pleased.
And Mr Carson won't be sorry.
Branson, there's something
you ought to know.
I've told Mary.
I see.
Well, that's me finished, then and without a reference.
No, she's not like that.
You don't know her.
She wouldn't give us away.
But she won't encourage us.
No.
Why are you smiling?
I thought you'd be angry.
Because that's the first time
you've ever spoken about "us".
If you didn't care,
you would have told them months ago.
Oh, I see. Because I don't want you
to lose your job,

it must mean I'm madly in love

with you. Well, doesn't it?
You say I'm a free spirit,
and I hope I am,
but you're asking me to give up
my whole world and everyone in it.
And that's too high a price to pay?
It IS a high price!
I love my parents - you don't know them...
and I love my sisters, my friends...
I'm not asking you
to give them up for ever.
When they come around,
I will welcome them with open arms.
And what about your people?
Would they accept ME?
And what about my work?
What work? Bringing hot drinks
to a lot of randy officers?
Look - it comes down to whether
or not you love me. That's all.
That's it. The rest is detail.
I've written to Vera, spelling out
the case and how she cannot win it.
Then I've told her I will be
generous, if she will co-operate.
Are you ready to give her everything?
Because I am.
Whatever it takes. I want a clean

break and not an open wound.

If we can just be patient
a little while longer.
We shouldn't be outside. It's cold.
I'll be patient and bear anything,
except for you to go away again.
No. That's done.
You're stuck with me now...
for good and proper.
There's something you ought to know.
Papa said not to tell you, but I
don't think he's right. Go on.
Matthew's missing.
He was on patrol
and he's just sort of... vanished.
Papa hasn't told anyone.
Not even Mama.
I only know because I was there
when he found out.
It didn't seem right
to keep you in the dark.
I'm not trying to upset you, truly.
For once in my life, I believe you.
They've told you, then?
Do they all know downstairs?
William's missing, too. I think
everyone knows except Her Ladyship.
I wish Edith had left it
till the morning.

I could have faced it all

with one more night of sleep.
Mind out, this is hot.
Daisy! Spoons!
Unless they're to drink
directly from the bowl!
Do you think there's enough?
You could feed about , I reckon.
Go for the vegetable one.
The vegetable...
May we come in?
Your Ladyship... What a surprise.
O'Brien seemed to think that you and
Mrs Bird were engaged in a commercial
venture of some sort,
so I came to see for myself.
We are not, Your Ladyship!
I agree
that's not what it looks like.
We feed these men once a week
and I'm not ashamed of it.
I'll be back before luncheon
at the big house. I'm sure.
But is it true
they are fed from our kitchens?
Only the stuff the army gives.
They ARE soldiers.
What did I tell you?
Daisy's right. We only use

the food the army pay for,

and all the men
have served their country.
In future, I would prefer it if you
would use food paid for by the house.
I don't want the army
to accuse us of mismanagement.
You're going to let them get away
with it? Oh, more than that.
I'm going to help them and so are you.
Molesley. Ma'am.
If you bring that table over,
I suggest we divide the food.
Then we can form two lines
and it will go faster.
O'Brien, you can manage the bread.
Daisy?
Of course, m'lady.
Mmm... What is it?
Beef stew, m'lady.
Stand in a line.
Sergeant, one moment.
I hear you're becoming
mighty imperious in your manner
with the staff here.
Er, Daisy in particular.
Just because you're a poacher
turned gamekeeper, there's no need

for rudeness. No, sir.

So mind what I say.
Carry on.
I've done as you asked, Mrs Hughes.
I think Barrow's taken it on board.
He's getting grander than Lady Mary,
and that's saying something!
Lady Grantham.
Hello, Doctor Clarkson.
It was Bates.
I saw him watching you.
He must have gone straight
to the Major and sneaked on you
the moment your back was turned.
Oh, well. Some things never change.
Don't worry. He's more vulnerable
than when he was last here.
Why?
Because we know more, that's why.
Why haven't you told me till now?
I'm not sure.
Perhaps I envied your ignorance.
I'm not giving up hope. Not yet.
Nor me, of course, but I think
we should start to prepare.
Isobel doesn't know?
I haven't been able to reach her.
Have you said anything to Mary?
Edith's already told me.

Has she? Well, I suppose

it was too tempting to resist.
Oddly enough, I don't think
she was trying to make trouble.
We ought to go down.
It's time for the concert.
Who cares about the stupid concert?
The men do, and we should, too...
because we have to keep going,
whatever happens.
We have to help each other
to keep going.
Cora tells me Matthew's gone
missing. Is that true?
There's no proof of anything yet.
I see.
Well, I need more than that
to make me anxious.
I'm glad you would be anxious.
Of course I would be.
We're used to Matthew now.
God knows who the next heir will be.
Probably a chimneysweep
from Solihull! Huh!
Most of you won't know
how rare it is
to see my sister Edith and I
pulling together in a double act...
A unicorn, if ever there was one.

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

 If you were the only girl

in the world
And I were the only boy
Somehow, we got lost
and then we were trapped behind some
Germans for three days.
When we got out of that, we stumbled
into a field dressing station,
where we were immediately admitted.
We weren't in any danger,
so they didn't inform our unit.
They should have jolly well told us
when you got back to base.
I hope you weren't really worried.
Oh, you know us.
We like to be sure of our hero
at the front.
I beg your pardon, m'lord, but
the Dowager Countess is leaving. Ah.
What will you do
with the rest of your leave?
Well, since Mother isn't here, I'll
run up to London and see Lavinia.
I got your letter about Carlisle.
I hope you'll approve.
I know you don't like him much now I hardly know him,
but I'm sure I'll like him when I do.

That's if he's good to you.

If he's not,
he'll have me to answer to.
Who'd have thought
an amateur concert
could be the summit of all joy?
I've lived in such a fog of misery
since I left you,
I think I'd forgotten what happiness
is. Me, too.
But now we must get used to feeling
happy... and trust it.
God, I want to.
Love's young dream?
I don't think!
I'm not sure I care much.
Are you going soft in your old age?
I don't like him he's a patronising bastard
who sneaks behind my back,
but I've got other things to worry
about. Really?
That's interesting.
Why?
Because obviously,
I hold a grudge longer than you.
I knew nothing bad had happened.
I felt it in my waters!
What about you?

Did you have me boxed up and buried?

I am glad you're all right, honest.
You should be.
It's the thought of you
that keeps me going.
Hello? Hello?
Ethel? What on earth
are you doing here?
I had to come, Mrs Hughes.
I'm sorry to push in,
but I was sitting alone until
I couldn't stand it no more.
You've got to help me.
I haven't "got to" do anything!
But what do you mean?
Help with what?
Is this about Major Bryant?
I blame myself for not stepping in
earlier - that I will admit.
How long had it been going on?
Long enough to get me pregnant.
Mrs Hughes, I'm going to have a baby.
I wish I'd not written that letter
now, what with everything else
going on.
She'll come up here
and make trouble.
Don't badger me, please!
Sometimes a hard sacrifice must be

made for a future

that's worth having.
The cold and careful
Lady Mary Crawley!
Do you still expect me to marry
you... knowing this?
I'll sell my story anyway about Lady Mary, the Turkish
gentleman, Miss Smith here...
It's got nowt to do with me.
That's not what I heard.
M'lady, wake up.
What on earth...
You'd better come downstairs.
Am I ready?
Only you can answer that, sir.
They're going to chuck everything
they've got at us.
Then we shall have to chuck it back,
won't we, sir?
Quite right.
Now, there's no point in pretending
that this is going to be easy.
How are you, Thompson?
Have you shaken that cold?
I'm all right, sir, thank you.
Good man.
We're nearly there, chaps.
Just hold fast. It won't be long now.

We're with you, sir.

I know you are, Wakefield.
I can't tell you how much lighter
that makes the task.
Right, Sergeant.
Fix bayonets!
Argh!
Daisy, whatever's the matter
with you?
Someone walked over my grave.
Forward!
I'm so sorry.
What happened? I don't know.
I suddenly felt terribly cold.
Move! I won't be sorry
when this one's over.
Sir!
M'lady... M'lady, wake up.
What on earthYou'd better come downstairs.
I didn't know what else to do
when I saw the telegram.
I knew it was urgent.
So... I hope it was right.
Quite right. Mrs Crawley
won't mind my opening it.
The main thing is he's not dead.
Not yet, anyway.
They've patched him up.

They're bringing him to the hospital

in Downton.
When do they think he'll get here?
It doesn't say.
How do we contact Isobel?
How will she get back?
One thing at a time. I'll ring
the War Office in the morning.
Maybe they know she's out there.
Perhaps she's with him now.
They wouldn't have sent a telegram
here and she'd have rung.
No, it's the usual balls- Usual
mess-up, I'm afraid.
Beg pardon, m'lord, but we're all
very anxious to know the news.
Yes, of course.
It appears that a few days ago,
Captain Crawley was wounded.
It's serious, I'm afraid,
but he's alive
and on his way home
to the hospital in the village.
Where there's life, there's hope.
What about William? Is he all right?
I'll find out what I can tomorrow.
I'm not sure there's much more
we can do tonight.
William's father would have had a

telegram if anything had happened.

I'll drive over in the morning.
Whatever you discover... tell me.
Don't keep anything back.
Lady Edith's back.
William was caught in it.
He's gone to some hospital in Leeds.
I'm very sorry.
I might have known. We couldn't be
the only household left untouched.
Will he come through it?
Her ladyship said it sounded bad.
But we don't know more than that.
Can you walk with me to the church
this afternoon? If you want me to.
Because I'd like to say a prayer
for them. For both of them.
We only cater for officers.
Dr Clarkson... I am no Jacobin
revolutionary,
nor do I seek to overthrow
the civilised world.
We just need one bed for a young man
from this village!
And if it were within my power,
you should have it.
Sir, you don't understand.
William's father can not afford
to leave his farm and move to Leeds.

I'm very sorry. Really.

But this is a military hospital
and it's not up to me
to challenge the order of things...
I'll nurse him. I'm happy to do it.
It wouldn't add to your workload.
If I were to break the rule for you,
how many others do you think
would come forward
to plead for their sons?
The answer is and must be "no".
It always happens when you give
these little people power.
It goes to their heads
like strong drink.
I'm sorry for him. I am.
I don't mind Captain Crawley.
He's a better man than most of them.
And William too. He's not a bad lad,
whatever you say.
I wish I'd not written that letter
to Bates' wife,
telling her he's back here.
What's that got to do with it?
What with everything else going on,
I know she'll come up here
and make trouble.
Don't blame me, it wasn't my idea.
Any news? Only that the doctor won't

let William come to the village.

He never?!
It's for officers only, he says.
And his poor father staying there
with him,
spending money he's not got
and travelling miles to do it.
It's not right.
No, it bloody well isn't.
Well, I'm a working class lad
and so is he.
And I get fed up seeing how our lot
always get shafted.
I thought I'd take some things
down to the hospital.
Then I can wait and sit with him
when he arrives.
I've read somewhere that it's very
important not to leave them alone
when they're first wounded,
so no sign goes unnoticed.
They can't spare a nurse to watch
over every man,
so that's what I can do.
Your mother's written to Lavinia.
Good. Yes.
I'm glad someone's thought of that.
She must stay here and not be
at Isobel's by herself.

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.

If I hadn't come back to Downton,

back to Anna,
would you have stuck
to our agreement?
Well, we'll never know now, will we?
You're angry because I'm happy.
Maybe.
But you won't be happy long.
Can you drive me to the hospital?
Aren't you needed here?
I've already taken Lady Mary down.
I know. I want to be with her
when Captain Crawley arrives.
They can manage without me here
for a while.
Is she still in love with him?
I don't want to talk about it.
Why? Because I'm the chauffeur?
No, because she's my sister.
You're good at hiding your feelings,
aren't you? All of you.
Much better than we are.
Perhaps. But we do have feelings.
And don't make the mistake
of thinking we don't.
And has Lord Flintshire's order
been acted on?
It has.
There's an ambulance waiting,

although no-one quite knows

how you managed it.
What exactly is the matter with him?
His body sustained too much damage.
He cannot recover.
But he looks so normal.
Appearances can be cruelly
deceptive.
The force of the blast has
fatally injured his lungs.
But if he's lived this long?
Would it make any difference
if he stayed here
or are you just making him
as comfortable as can be?
That's it. There's nothing more
we can do for him.
So you agree with our plan?
I don't know about you,
but I'd rather die in a familiar
place, surrounded by familiar faces.
There you are, Mr Mason.
Seems we have everything settled,
and we'll be away before long.
He'll be forced to do better,
if we can just get him back to where
he knows. I feel sure of it.
I shouldn't...
I shouldn't worry too much. We'll

know much more when he's rested.

I'm very grateful, m'lady.
To both of you.
Let's get him ready.
See, sometimes, we must let the blow
fall by degrees.
Give him time to find the strength
to face it.
Right, they're here.
May I stay to settle him in?
Very well.
I want to help too.
Lady Mary, I appreciate
your good intentions
but I'm concerned that
Captain Crawley's condition
may be very distressing for you.
Might I suggest that you hang back
until the nurses have tidied him up
a little?
I'm not much good at hanging back,
I'm afraid.
I won't get in your way, I promise,
but I will stay.
You have volunteers, don't you?
Well, that's what I am. A volunteer.
All right.
Everyone to their posts.
You stand there.

- Yes, this gentleman's second in.

- Yes, Doctor.
Number two, Nurse Crawley here.
Yes, just here.
Gently, gently, gently.
Take him under his feet.
Cousin Matthew? Can you hear me?
He is breathing, but he's not been
conscious since we've had him.
They filled him full of morphine.
Thank you.
What does it say?
Probable spinal damage.
It could mean anything.
We'll know more in the morning.
What's this doing here?
I gave it to him for luck.
He was probably carrying it
when he fell.
If only it had worked.
He's alive, isn't he?
I should wash him.
This bit can be grim.
Sometimes we have to cut off the
clothes they've travelled in.
And there's bound to be a lot
of blood.
How hot should the water be?
Warm more than hot.

And bring some towels.

You should never have told her
Bates was here. Don't I know it?
She was even worse after she'd
seen him than before,
ranting on about a scandal
that would bring the roof down
on the House of Grantham.
Silly mare.
What scandal?
I thought she'd just come up and
take a bite out of Bates.
That's what it sounded like.
Then you should have asked more
questions.
You know what they say The devil is in the detail.
Well, I'm not standing by while she
brings misery and ruin on my lady.
You started it.
Yes, you're very important,
aren't you? Very know-it-all.
With all of us at your
beck and call!
I'm sorry if you're angry
but don't take it out on me.
You did it.
Whom is she going to sell it to?
She didn't say. Just that there was

nothing we could do to stop her.

Mr Bates has given her every last
penny to keep her quiet,
but she's tricked him and now he's
got nothing left to bargain with.
Well, we both know what I must do.
But how can you ask Sir Richard for
help without telling him the truth?
I'd rather he heard it from my lips
than read it over his breakfast.
Suppose he won't do anything?
Suppose he throws you over?
That's a risk I'll have to take.
I'll go up to London tomorrow
afternoon.
It's a request that demands
to be made in person.
What about Mr Matthew?
Miss Swire will be here to keep him
company.
I think I can take some time off
to save my own neck.
Why don't you go home now, Mr Mason?
And we'll see you tomorrow.
Are you sure you don't mind
sitting up with him?
He won't be alone.
Not for a moment, I promise.
He looks so perfect... lying there.

But he does look perfect.

Are you sure they've got it right?
I'm afraid so. If only I weren't.
Can you feel that?
Mmm.
What about that?
No.
And that, hmm?
No.
Nothing at all?
Do they know any more yet?
They're examining him now.
So he's conscious?
Just about.
Have they found out what happened?
A shell landed near them.
The explosion threw Matthew
against something.
Go on.
Dr Clarkson thinks there may be
trouble with his legs.
Not good news, I'm afraid.
I'd say the spinal cord has been
transected,
that it is permanently damaged.
You mean he won't walk again?
If I'm right, then no, he won't.
It's a shock, of course,
and you must be allowed to grieve.

I would only say that he will, in

all likelihood, regain his health.
This is not the end of his life.
Just the start of a different life.
Exactly.
Lord Grantham, I wonder if I might
have a word?
Have you got a handkerchief?
I never seem to have one in moments
of crisis. Thank you.
You mean there can be no children?
No anything, I'm afraid.
But isn't there a chance
that might change?
The sexual reflex is controlled
at a lower level of the spine
to the motor function of the legs.
Once the latter is cut off,
so is the former.
Right.
Give them a moment together.
What was Clarkson saying?
Nothing to worry you about.
My darling.
If he could only see the child.
He won't.
I've written again and again.
I've offered to bring him to
any place he wants.

I wasn't going to tell you this, but

he's coming on a visit this week.
To see his old pals.
Help me, Mrs Hughes. Let me come
to Downton and show him the baby!
Most certainly not!
I won't allow that.
Then ask him to meet me.
I know he'd listen to you.
I'll give you a letter.
One more can't hurt.
Make him read it in front of you.
I'll- I'll do no such thing.
Please!
He'd say it was none of my business
and he'd be right.
Besides, don't think I approve of
what you've done because I don't.
Haven't you ever made a mistake?
Not on this scale, no, I have not.
Sorry to disappoint you.
So you won't do anything?
I'm feeding you out of the house.
Quite wrongly, I might add.
I've a good mind to stop that.
Now I'm the one who's sorry.
Now, go in.
I don't know what to say.
It doesn't matter. He's dying.

Just say nice, warm, comforting

things. Make him feel loved.
You don't have to be Shakespeare.
But...
Here she is. Come over here,
where I can see you.
By 'eck, it were worth it,
if I get to hold your hand.
Don't be daft.
I've never slept in a room
as big as this. Where are we?
At the end of the South Gallery.
Now, take this.
Any news of Captain Crawley?
He's doing much better.
Thanks to you.
Dad'll be here in a minute.
Can you stay for a minute?
I ought to go down.
It's not fair on Mrs Patmore.
She won't mind.
Because...
-I did want to ask you something.
Daisy, would you ever marry me now?
And not wait for the end of the war,
like we said?
You mustn't worry about all that
for the moment now, William.
You're here for rest,

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.

Any sign of Mother?

Not yet, but I'm sure
she's making her way back by now.
I've still got this funny thing with
my legs. I can't seem to move them.
Or feel them,
now that I think about it.
Did Clarkson mention
what that might be?
Why don't we wait for Lavinia
and then we can all talk about it?
Tell me.
You've not even been here for
hours.
Nothing will have settled down, yet.
Tell me.
He says you may have damaged
your spine.
How long will it take to repair?
We can't expect them to put timings
on that sort of thing.
But he did say it would get better?
He said the first task
is to rebuild your health.
And that's what we have
to concentrate on.
I see.
And he says there was no reason
why you should not have

a perfectly full and normal life.

Just not a very mobile one.
Would you like some tea? I would.
Thank you for telling me.
I know I'm... blubbing, but I mean it,
I'd much rather know.
Thank you.
Blub all you like.
And then, when Lavinia's here,
you can make plans.
Major?
Might I have a word?
What is it?
I have something for you.
Thank you.
I wish you would read it.
Do you know who wrote it?
Yes, I do.
And I know how anxious she is
for an answer.
With all due respect, I don't
believe it's any of your concern.
If you'd only...
If you'd only see the child.
He's a lovely wee chap...
Mrs Hughes, the last thing I would
wish to be is rude
but in this case, I really must
be left to my own devices.

Now, I'll say goodbye.

It's time I was making tracks.
Goodbye then, Major.
Who'd have thought it? The cold
and careful Lady Mary Crawley.
Well, we know better now.
I'm surprised you haven't given me
some extenuating circumstances.
I have none. I was foolish
and I was paid out for my folly.
And when I've saved you, if I can,
do you still expect me to marry you?
Knowing this?
That's not for me to say.
Of course, we both know that
if we marry,
people - your people...
will think you've conferred
a great blessing on me.
My house will welcome
the finest in the land,
my children will carry noble blood
in their veins.
But that won't be the whole story,
will it? Not anymore.
Sir Richard...
if you think it pains me to ask this
favour, you'd be right.
But I have no choice if I am not to

be an object of ridicule and pity.

If you wish to break off our
understanding,
I'll accept your decision.
After all,
it's never been announced.
We may dissolve it
with the minimum of discomfort.
Forgive me.
I don't mean to offend you.
I am simply paying you the compliment
of being honest.
No, in many ways,
if I can manage to bring it off,
this will mean we come to the
marriage
on slightly more equal terms.
I think that pleases me.
So you'll do it?
I'll try to do it, yes.
You must act fast.
I'll send a car for her
as soon as you've left.
Please let me know what it costs.
I'll find a way to reimburse you.
Never mind that.
As my future wife,
you're entitled to be in my debt.
We've a bit of a conundrum, my lord.

As you may know,

we're short of a housemaid.
We've had an application
from a local woman, Jane Moorsum,
but she's married
and she has a child, a son.
But surely her husbandShe is a widow, my lord.
The late Mr Moorsum
died on the Somme.
There's no other earner,
so she has to look for work.
I said I would ask you.
Well, if Mrs Hughes agrees,
I think we must do what we can
for the widows of our defenders.
Very good, your lordship.
What was that?
We're taking on a new maid. He
should have talked to me, not you.
They thought you were too busy to be
bothered with it.
Well, I am busy and that reminds me.
I can't come with you
to the Townsends.
You'll have to make some excuse.
But we gave them the date.
You'll think of something.
You always said I wouldn't have to

marry him when it came to it.

Daisy, he's dying.
What difference does it make?
All the more reason.
I can't lie to him at the end.
Don't make me be false
to a dying man.
What matters now is the poor lad
knows some peace and some happiness
before he goes.
I can't.
I don't care if you can't walk.
You must think me very feeble
if you believe that would make
a difference.
I know it wouldn't...
and I love you so much
for saying it.
But there is something else... which
may not have occurred to you.
It's just really difficult...
We can never... be properly married.
What? Of course we can be married.
Not properly.
I see.
That's why... I have to let you go.
But... that side of things, it's not
important to me. I promise.
My darling, it's not important now.

But it will be.

And it should be.
And I couldn't possibly be
responsible...
for stealing away
the life you want to have.
I won't leave you.
I know you think I'm weak
and I don't know what I'm taking on.
How could you? For God's sake.
I'm not saying it'll be easy for
either of us.
But just because a life isn't easy
doesn't mean it isn't right.
I won't fight with you.
But I won't steal away your life.
Go home.
Think of me as dead.
Remember me as I was.
Mary's telephoned. She'll be on
a late train. It gets in at :.
All right.
How's William?
It's so sad. Edith's taking care of
him but there's nothing to be done.
We're waiting, really.
What is it?
They shot the Tsar.
And all of his family.

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.

You'd have to sign a binding contract

to that effect. Today.
I expected that.
And I warn you, I am unforgiving when
anyone breaks a contract with me.
One word out of place
and you'd find yourself in court.
I expected that, too.
But I'm curious.
How did you hear about me?
I know everything that goes on
in this city.
And what's the hurry?
I'm a newspaper man.
When I hear of something good,
I have to make sure of it
straight away.
I'm sorry if I rushed you.
That's all right.
You must dislike the Crawleys
very much
to want to subject them
to trial by scandal.
My husband works for them.
We're not on good terms.
How is he?
His father's with him now and he
seems to understand the situation.
Poor man.

Daisy, William's asking to see you.

I can't go. Don't make me go.
Do you care so little for him?
It's not that. I'm very fond
of William and I'm very sad.
But I've led him on and led him on
and made him think things
that aren't true.
But he wanted them to be true. He
was happy to think they were true.
But that doesn't make it all right.
Shall I tell him you won't come?
Will you leave us a moment, Dad?
There's need to make him leave.
There is a need. Come here.
You know I'm dying?
You don'tI'm dying, Daisy.
I'm not going to make it...
and I don't have long.
That's why you've got to marry me.
What?
No, listen.
You'll be my widow.
A war widow with a pension
and rights.
You'll be looked after.
It won't be much...
but I'll know...

you've got something

to fall back on.
Let me do that for you. Please.
I can't.
It would be dishonest.
Almost like cheating.
But it's not cheating.
We love each other, don't we?
We'd have married
if I'd got through it
and spent our whole lives together.
Where's the dishonesty in that?
He's asked you, hasn't he?
I knew he would.
You'll do it, won't you?
I don't think he should be bothering
about it now.
What else should he be bothered
with?
You're the most important thing
on earth to him, Daisy.
You wouldn't disappoint him,
would you?
Suppose the vicar won't do it?
He may want to wait till William's
well enough to go to church.
But that time's not coming, is it?
Lavinia?
You're back.

How did you get on?

All right, I think.
How about you?
Matthew's told me to go home.
He says he won't see me again.
He feels he has to "set me free",
as he put it.
I've tried to tell him I don't care,
but he won't listen.
Then you must keep telling him.
Yes, but you see,
it isn't just not walking...
Today he told me we could never be
lovers
because all that's gone as well.
I didn't realise.
It's probably obvious to anyone
with a brain, but I didn't realise.
No.
No, nor did I.
And he feels it would be a crime
to tie me down...
to tie down any woman
to the life of a childless nun.
He thinks I'd hate him in the end.
I'm sorry if I've shocked you,
but there's no-one else
I could talk to about it
and when you came in, I...

I'm not shocked.

I'm just stunned...
and desperately sad.
I'll die if I can't be with him.
Good God almighty!
The engagement is announced
between Lady Mary Josephine Crawley,
eldest daughter of the
Earl and Countess of Grantham
and Sir Richard Carlisle, son of
Mr and the late Mrs Mark Carlisle,
of Morningside, Edinburgh.
Is this why you went to see him?
Why didn't you say it'd be
in today's paper?
I didn't know. Well, surely
he asked your permission?
I don't think asking permission
is his strongest suit.
That's very high-handed.
You can't let him get away with it.
Well, it's done now.
What is it?
William's wedding, my lord.
If it can be arranged
for this afternoon,
the indoor staff
would like to attend.
We don't yet know if Mr Travis

will agree to do it.

I'm afraid he has very little time
to make up his mind.
This boy is in extremis.
How can we know that these
are his true wishes?
Maybe the kitchen maid somehow
hopes to catch at an advantage?
And what advantage would that be?
Some widow's dole given
by a grateful nation?
Mr Travis, can I remind you?
William Mason has served
our family well.
At the last, he saved the life,
if not the health, of my son's heir.
Now he wishes, before he dies,
to marry his sweetheart.
Yes, but- You cannot imagine that
we would allow you
to prevent this happening
in case his widow claimed her dole?
No, butI have had an interest in this boy.
I tried and failed to save him
from conscription,
but I will certainly attend
his wedding.
Is that an argument in its favour?

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?

Certainly not. I tricked you to

protect my fiancee's good name.
That's one word for her.
I can think of a few others.
You'd better not speak them aloud
if you know what's good for you.
I don't want your money!
I don't want that contract!
It's too late for that.
And I warn you,
if I so much as read her name
in anything but the Court Circular,
I shall hound you and ruin you and
have you locked up. Is that clear?
It doesn't end here, you know.
Not for John Bates.
Lady Mary might have got away,
what do I care?
But he won't.
You tell him.
That's entirely your own affair.
Where do we start?
You tell me.
Your lordship, I-I do apologise.
I thought Mrs Hughes said we were
to clean in here.
You must be the new maid.
I am. Jane.
And it's very kind of you and

her ladyship to take me on.

Not a bit. We all owe your
late husband a great debt.
Thank you.
M'lord, there's a telephone call
for...
Jane? Whatever are you doing?
You're wanted in the drawing room,
not the library,
to clean it while the men
are out of it.
She's very willing, but she's not
quite there, yet. I am sorry.
Don't be. What about that call?
For Lady Mary. They're waiting now.
You might just catch her
if you hurry.
She's on her way to the hospital.
His lordship asked Mr Bassett
to bring these in for you.
How lovely.
Here, Daisy, sit down.
I shouldn't be doing this.
It's just a lie. You know it is.
You're doing it out of the goodness
of your heart.
The falseness of my heart, more like.
She's not quite the blooming bride.
I don't think it's the same

when you're marrying a corpse.

Are you going?
Why not? I wouldn't mind shaking
William's hand before he goes.
Is that sentiment or superstition,
in case he haunts you?
You look lovely, dear.
Just to say the vicar
is ready for us.
Let's go up, then.
Dearly beloved... we are
gathered together here
in the sight of God and in the face
of this congregation,
to join together this man
and this woman in holy matrimony...
which is an honourable estate,
instituted of God
in the time of man's innocency,
signifying unto us the mystical
union that is...
If any man can show any just cause
why they may not lawfully
be joined together,
let them now speak or else hereafter
forever hold his peace...
Have you the ring?
I have a cold.
You may now kiss the bride.

She's better off in London.

If you say so.
Do you know why I sent her away?
I think so.
Then you'll know I couldn't
marry her.
Not now.
I couldn't marry any woman.
And if they should just want to be
with you? On any terms?
No-one sane would want to be with me
as I am now.
Including me.
God, I think I'm going
to be sick.
It's all right.
It's perfectly all right.
What is it?
I was just thinking.
It seems such a short time ago
since I turned you down.
And now look at me.
An impotent cripple,
stinking of sick. What a reversal.
You have to admit, it's quite funny.
All I'll admit is that you're here
and you've survived the war.
That's enough for now.
You're back. He'll be so pleased.

You've become quite a nurse

since I last saw you.
No. It's nothing.
Sybil's the nurse in this family.
It's the very opposite of nothing.
Mother...
Bates, what's happened?
How's William?
He's nearly there, m'lady.
I am so sorry.
Actually, Bates,
I'm glad I've caught you.
Sir Richard Carlisle telephoned me
earlier.
He says he's paid Mrs Bates for her
story.
She cannot speak of it now
without risking prison.
She won't do that.
So I hope we can all forget it.
It's forgotten already, m'lady.
Thank you.
I'm afraid she was very angry
when she knew she had been silenced.
I can imagine.
He says she made threats
against you.
"If I go down, I'll take him
with me." That sort of thing.

I'm sure she didn't mean it.

Are you, m'lady?
Well... you'd know better than I.
Lady Mary's back.
I've just seen her.
She says it's worked.
Sir Richard has put a gag on Vera.
Thank God. So everything in our
garden is rosy again?
I hope so. I certainly hope so.
You must be so tired, my lamb.
Why not let me take over
for a while and go and lie down?
No, thank you, Mrs Patmore,
I'll stay with him.
I won't leave him now,
not while he needs me.
He doesn't need you no more, Daisy.
He doesn't need none of us no more.
Don't tell me you'll miss me.
I will, Mr Carson. Very much.
It means I'm not divorced after all.
We will be together,
whether she wants it or not.
Sometimes, Cora,
you can be curiously unfeeling.
I'll wait forever.
I'm not asking for forever.
I don't have to marry him, you know.

You've given me the power to destroy

you and don't think I won't use it.
How was it?
Worse than you can possibly imagine.
Am I really a stranger?
Do you not recognise me at all?
If he's alive, then I am no longer
the future Earl of Grantham.
I shall have arms like Jack Johnson
if I'm not careful.
I'm strong enough to wheel myself.
I'll be the judge of that.
Morning.
I keep thinking about William.
How he should be here...
not exactly instead of me,
but sacrifice should be rewarded.
He was the brave one.
You were both brave.
I don't think we can say 'should'
about things that happen in war.
It just happens
and we should live with it.
Ought I to be jealous?
I'm sorry,
what were we talking about?
I was asking about Haxby Park. I'm
taking Mary over there tomorrow.
Our Haxby Park?

Why? Are the Russells selling?

Not officially, but I am told
they're open to offers.
Sad. The Russells and the Crawleys
have been neighbours for centuries.
They're not living there any more.
It'll be strange for Mary.
She's been going to that house since
she was a girl in a party dress.
We all have. There's nowhere better
near Downton.
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.
Major Clarkson.
Good morning, Lord Grantham.
Lady Edith. Sir.
We've had a request.
A Canadian Major has asked
to come here
because of a family link
with the house.
We've taken officers
from his regiment before,
but I wanted to be sure

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,

for all of them,

when it comes to rehabilitation?
They're going to have to face a
very different world after the war.
I agree, but they'll all
be leaving Downton soon.
Leaving?
Well, Turkey's about to capitulate
and Robert says
Vittorio Veneto will finish Austria,
so it's only a matter of weeks,
even days, before it's over.
We wouldn't send anyone home
too soon, of course,
but some time in the new year,
we will have our house back.
So you want it just to be
a private house again?
Shouldn't she?
Or would you like to abolish
private houses?
Well, that life of changing clothes
and killing things and eating them,
do you really want it again?
Wouldn't you rather Downton
was useful? The house is useful.
We provide employment. Please...
Let me look into keeping it open
as a centre of recovery.

I could run it. The house could be

so much more than it was before.
What about you, Molesley?
Are you looking forward to
this brave new world of
Mrs Crawley's imaginings?
I'm glad of my job, m'lady,
and I should very much like
to hold onto it,
with Mrs Crawley's permission.
Servants are always far more
conservative than their employers.
Everyone knows that.
Then I must be
the exception that proves the rule.
Hello.
My name's Edith Craw...
Lady Edith Crawley, I know.
Second daughter of the house.
In charge of non-medical welfare.
So whatever you need, in the way
of errands run or books to read,
then I'm your man.
Thank you.
I hope this doesn't put you off.
I can assure you, at this stage,
there isn't much that puts me off.
Did they tell you we're related?
Yes, but I'm afraid

I'm not much good at family history.

Although Papa's found an aunt
in who married a Gordon.
Perhaps that's a clue.
No, that isn't it.
Well, as I say, I'm hopeless.
I-I thought
you'd recognise my voice
but, of course,
I sound Canadian now.
You mean we've met before?
It was a long time ago.
Edith, I need you.
It just explains
what you're entitled to.
That's kind but, let's face it,
I'm not a widow, am I? Not really.
Of course you are. No I'm not.
How long was I married?
Six hours? Seven?
I shouldn't have taken his name,
except it were what he wanted.
Well, I'll leave it wi' you.
Daisy?
It wouldn't please William
if you don't take what's owing.
He wanted you to be looked after.
No. You made me a liar
while he was alive.

You'll not make me be false to

his memory.
You can leave me, Brooks.
Yes, sir.
Mr Bates said you wanted to see me,
sir.
Yes.
I asked you up here,
because I want to offer you a job.
I have a job, sir.
Yes, of course you do,
I'm sure you enjoy it.
I don't mean to suggest
I'm offering a better one.
Thank you.
Although it would mean
a considerable increase in salary.
Lady Mary and I intend
to buy a home near Downton.
It's a long way from London,
but I've made enough money
to please myself, these days.
I know she holds you in high regard.
I believe she would very much
appreciate your help
when she first sets up house
as a bride.
You mean you wish me to leave
Downton Abbey and transfer...

Tomorrow, we go to see Haxby Park.

If we buy it, we'll take on
the whole , acres.
No doubt you will discover
many interesting walks to enjoy.
Of course it's run down,
but there's nothing wrong with it
that money can't fix.
So... what do you think?
One thing I must ask.
Is Lady Mary aware
that you have approached me?
Not yet.
I wanted to surprise her.
She thinks highly of you, Carson.
I hope I won't be taking on a rival.
I await Lady Mary's instruction.
I don't dislike him, I just don't
like him, which is quite different.
Did he talk about Haxby?
He's got ghastly plans for the place.
Of course, Cora doesn't agree.
I'm an American. I don't share
your English hatred of comfort.
Downton's comfortable enough for me.
I can't wait to have it back.
That's if Cousin Isabelle allows it.
She turned up today with
a hideous list of projects

that stretched to and beyond.

Surely you can put her off.
I don't know how,
once the bit's between her teeth.
Well, change the bridle.
Find a cause that needs her
more than Downton.
She's such a martyr.
Then we must tempt her
with a more enticing scaffold.
We're safe.
We've got the Decree Nisi.
I'm sure it's all right.
Except you're not sure.
Not sure about what?
What about you, Sergeant? Have you
started planning for after the war?
Not really, not yet.
I know what you should be doing.
I know what we should all be doing.
Yeah? What's that?
Hoarding.
It may be wrong, but
this rationing is starting to bite.
Even with everyone's books,
I had a battle to get enough sugar
for this week.
Are you suggesting the black market,
Mrs Patmore?

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

the stuffing out of them completely.

What'll we do about furniture
and pictures and everything?
What does anyone do?
Buy it, I presume.
Your lot buys it,
my lot inherits it.
We ought to be getting back.
Why?
What's at Downton that needs
your attention so urgently?
So...
Shall we rescue it?
Shall we give the house
another chapter?
Well, I suppose
one has to live somewhere.
You're telling me we've
been feeding Ethel for some time?
We have, m'lady.
Well, supplementing her food.
I didn't think you'd mind,
what with the baby and all,
but Mr Carson suggested you'd like
to be informed, all the same.
Carson is right, Mrs Hughes.
But the girl was our employee
and, while she was in the wrong...
Indeed she was.

Men will always be men

but for any young woman to let her
judgement so desert her...
She's not the first girl
to be taken in by a uniform.
And, don't worry, Carson, the baby
will make sure she pays the price.
Has she tried to get the father
to assume some responsibility?
She's tried and failed, I'm afraid.
I wonder.
If I were to write to Major Bryant,
inviting him to visit us again,
maybe Lord Grantham
can prevail on his good nature.
I'm not sure
he's got one to prevail on.
Satisfied? I feel sorry for Ethel,
but I cannot condone
her inability
to pronounce a simple
two-letter word: 'No'.
The wine delivery
should've been here by .
Get me out of the dining room
when they come.
Serve the main course
and let Jane finish. He won't mind.
Has Carson abandoned me?

He's dealing with a wine delivery,

m'lord.
Shall I fetch him?
No, no. I daresay we'll manage.
I hope you're happy here
and that your family arrangements
are not proving too complicated.
Your Lordship has a good memory.
All our lives
are lived around our children.
How old is your son?
, m'lord.
Is he at the local school?
He is, but he's trying for
a scholarship to Ripon Grammar.
Is that a realistic prospect?
I think so.
He has a real talent
for mathematics and...
his teachers believe
it's worth a try.
Well done him. I'm impressed.
Perhaps I can put in a word.
I'm sure I should say
'He wants to do it all by himself',
but I'm not proud,
so if you can say anything, m'lord,
then, for heavens' sake do.
Jane, have you finished in here?

I hope she wasn't talking

out of turn, m'lord.
Not at all, it was my fault,
I asked the questions.
But surely, if His Lordship
asks him, he must do something.
Why? What difference will it make?
We're not in the th century.
But when he hears that Lord
Grantham knows what he's done...
What's he done that all young men
aren't anxious to do
behind the bicycle sheds
every night?
What am I going to do,
if Major Bryant doesn't come round?
Who knows?
Go to a big city.
Invent a past.
You've broken the rules, my girl,
and it's no good pretending
they're easily mended.
Mr Bates, there's a telephone call
for you. It's your lawyer.
Shall I come with you?
Lady Mary was looking for you.
When was this?
When she got back from her outing.
Were you going to keep it a secret

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.

When I properly came round,

they'd misidentified me as Canadian
and shipped me up to Montreal.
I don't understand.
Why didn't you just tell them
who you were?
Because I couldn't remember.
I don't know
if it was the blow to the head,
or the shock, or the cold,
but I had no memory.
As far as I knew, I was Canadian.
So... So what happened?
Well, I had no reason
to go back to England
so, in the end,
I took my name from a gin bottle.
Then, in ,
I joined Princess Pat's Infantry.
And what changed?
I was caught in
a big explosion at Passchendaele.
When I woke up,
it all came back.
Suddenly, I knew who I was.
I began to call myself
Patrick again.
Why not your whole name?
Why didn't you send a message

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?

I'd much rather see your face

when we talk.
So will you buy it?
Probably.
He says he wants to steal Carson
to come and run it for us.
I don't envy you, telling your Papa.
Suppose Carson won't do it?
Since he would open his veins
for you,
I don't think there's much doubt.
I don't have to marry him, you know.
Yes you do.
If I thought for a moment that I was
an argument against your marriage,
I should jump into the nearest river.
And how would you manage that,
without my help?
I'd get you to push me.
Seriously, I can only relax
because I know that you have
a real life coming.
If I ever thought
I was putting that in jeopardy,
I'd go away and never see you again.
You don't mean that. But I do.
I am the cat that walks by himself
and all places are alike to me.
I have nothing to give

and nothing to share.

If you were not engaged
to be married...
I wouldn't let you
anywhere near me.
You'd think he was
in Mary's sole charge.
I worry it'll mean a big adjustment
for him, when we marry.
I don't believe Matthew
has any desire
to stop her marrying, Richard.
Quite the contrary.
Maybe, but is she as convinced
as he is that they have no future?
What are you saying?
I suppose I'm asking whether
you want Mary to have children.
Because, if you do,
isn't it time for Lavinia Swire
to come back into his life?
I wish I knew how an engine worked.
I can teach you, if you'd like.
That's Edith's territory.
I thought you were avoiding me.
Of course not.
But you haven't come up with
an answer yet, have you?
Not yet, I'm afraid.

I know you want to play your part

in Ireland's troubles
and I respect that,
but I just can't think about it all
until the war is over.
It won't be long now.
So will you wait?
I'd wait forever.
I'm not asking for forever.
Just a few more weeks.
You know, Old Ma Patmore's
not as mad as I thought.
Why do you say that?
I've made some enquiries
and she's right.
There's a big demand for
rationed food if I can find it.
And can you?
Maybe. I've been given a name.
I'll have to come up with
the money though.
And can you find the money?
I think so.
I've a bit put by,
and I could borrow some.
It's a risk though, isn't it?
You've gotta speculate to accumulate.
Hadn't you heard?
No, but I know the one about

neither a borrower or a lender be.

What do you think?
All the chaps are wearing them
in London.
Only for informal evenings,
of course.
I'm not sure you'll get much use
out of it, when the war is over.
Maybe not, but I can wear it when
Her Ladyship and I are on our own.
You're very preoccupied, tonight.
Papa, can I have a word? Now?
What is it?
I think you'd better sit down.
I knew you'd be in here,
making last-minute adjustments.
'Never leave anything to chance, '
m'lady, that's my motto.
Mine too, really.
Sometimes, I wish it wasn't.
I gather Sir Richard's asked you
about coming with us,
when we're married.
I need to hear what you think.
It's a terrific idea.
If anyone can keep me
out of trouble, it's you.
What about His Lordship?
Of course, he'll kill me,

but I'm sure he'll understand.

Well...
I'll give you my answer
when you've spoken to His Lordship.
It'd be a huge wrench for me
to leave Downton.
Major Gordon...
Edith has given me
an account of your conversation.
She said she would.
I wish you'd spoken to me first.
Obviously, I need time
to consider what you've said.
Well, I can offer little proof,
except that I know things
only the real Patrick would know.
I was never fingerprinted,
or anything.
Presumably you understand that
people would be seriously affected,
should your story be true.
You mean Cousin Matthew?
It would be very hard on Matthew.
Of course it would but, Robert...
I-I mean, Lord Grantham,
if you'd prefer it.
I would, until we know more.
When I was in hospital,
I had my story written down.

So you can have it checked,

as far as that's possible.
Thank you.
I'll send it to my lawyers in London
and I'll break the news
to the family tomorrow.
Where did you learn to do that?
Do what?
Never mind.
Am I really a stranger?
Do you not recognise me at all?
It feels very odd
to be talking so formally.
The whole situation is
certainly odd, that I freely admit.
The war may be at an end,
but the upheaval is only beginning.
How right you are.
That is why Downton Abbey still has
such an important role to play.
Dear me.
There's so much to be done.
When you think of all
the children laid up with disease...
But they're making
such advances now, aren't they?
Could we talk about the lecture
programme? If we must, we must,
if only I wasn't haunted

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.

Well, I suppose you must decide

what it more important.
Exercise classes
and lectures on pottery,
or... helping men and women
build a new life.
I must go,
but I will think about it.
Are you coming to
Cousin Robert's dinner tonight?
Are you?
Well, I didn't feel I could say no.
He sent a note this morning and was
most insistent. What's it about?
I have no idea,
but we'll talk there.
We're onto something for you.
We mustn't let the iron grew cold.
Thank you.
You know there is
nothing more ill-bred
than to steal
other people's servants.
But you're not 'other people'
and Carson brought me up.
What does he say? That he won't do
anything without your permission.
Which, of course, is so cunning.
How can I refuse a man

who says that?

What do you say, Bates?
I say Mr Carson must have the last
word on where he lives and works.
You're ganging up on me.
You're a darling and I love you.
Now, what's this dinner all about?
Won't you tell me? You'll find out.
I'm sorry if it's a bit of a crush.
I didn't want to be overheard.
Are we talking financial ruin?
Or criminal investigation?
Neither.
I'll get straight to the point.
We have a patient
who has been badly burned
who goes by the name of
Patrick Gordon...
but he claims to be
Patrick Crawley.
But I thought he was dead.
Didn't he drown on the Titanic?
Well, of course, it is
what we all thought, until now.
They never found a body.
They never found lots of bodies.
I'm so sorry,
but I'm not quite on top of this.
Who's Patrick Crawley?

The man who would displace me

as heir.
If he's alive, then I am no longer
the future Earl of Grantham.
It's ridiculous.
How can it be true? Where's he been
hiding for the last six years?
In Canada, suffering from amnesia.
He does have a story
that would explain it,
but I'm not quite sure about
how to test the facts.
He knows all sorts of things
that only Patrick,
or someone very close to him
would know.
What a stupid thing to say.
Any fortune teller at a fair
comes up with a dozen details
he couldn't possibly know.
There's no need to be angry.
This young man
is either Patrick of he's not.
There must be a way to find out.
Is he like Patrick to look at?
He isn't like anything to look at.
I've sent his account off to George
Murray in London, to ask his advice.
What a waste of time and money.

What's the matter?

We were all so fond of Patrick.
You were going to marry him,
for heaven's sake.
Aren't you glad, if he survived?
Dear me.
Should I be worried? Certainly not.
This man is a fake and an imposter.
I think it's a cruel trick to play,
when Matthew's been through so much.
My dear,
don't be too quick to decide.
You never know, this might be
a blessing in disguise.
What do you mean?
Well, he seems a nice enough chap.
He's not very pretty, of course,
but he can walk round the estate
on his own two legs
and sire a string of sons
to continue the line.
I'd say that's a great improvement
on the current situation.
Sybil, could I prevail on you
to take me back to my room?
Of course.
Mrs Hughes, we've had a letter
in the evening post
from Major Bryant's father.

He must have found it

hard to write, for it seems
the Major has been killed
in the Battle of Vittorio Veneto.
How sad. I'm sorry to hear it.
I know and right at the end,
but there we are.
I'm afraid
it's the end of our story too.
What story is that, m'lady?
A friend of Mrs Hughes
knew the Major.
Can you relay the news? Of course.
Will that be all? Yes, thank you.
Is that the Major Bryant that Ethel
always thought so handsome, m'lady?
Too handsome for anyone's good.
I beg your pardon, Your Lordship,
I thought everyone had gone up.
Not yet.
Is there anything I can fetch you?
Nothing that would help.
Never mind me. Good night.
Not a shock, exactly, but obviously
it was a tremendous surprise.
So what happens next?
Papa sent your statement
up to his solicitor.
What is it?

Do you remember this place?

Of course I do.
How we used to hide over there?
Wasn't there a governess
none of you liked?
Fraulein Kelder.
That's it. Fraulein Kelder!
What fun we used to make of her.
Do you know,
I do recognise you now.
Do you?
You haven't changed at all.
Not a jot.
God knows I have.
It's not important.
Edith, if you really mean it,
do you think once it's all settled,
we might talk again?
But, if they've read Her Ladyship's
letter, won't his parents know?
I don't think so. She only
invited him to pay a visit.
She thought the subject of the baby
would come better face to face.
Could I write to them?
You could try,
but where's your proof?
With him dead,
you've no evidence at all.

Then I'm ruined.

You were ruined already, my girl,
so don't let's us go overboard.
How's that new maid getting on?
The lady with the little boy.
Very well, thank you. Why?
Just thinking.
Everyone wants to help her,
to feed her, to find her work,
because her son's father is dead.
So is the father of my son.
Where's the difference?
The difference is Jane is
a respectable, married woman
that some man chose to be his wife.
Is that enough?
It is in the real world.
Carson, now, I wonder if I could be
put on the London train
at o'clock tomorrow morning?
His Lordship's valet
is catching that one.
Would you object to his riding
in the front with the chauffeur?
Not at all. Meanwhile, have you
given my proposition any thought?
A great deal, Sir Richard.
I'll be back on the night of th.
Perhaps you could

let me have your answer, then.

Answer to what? As to whether
Carson will be captain of our ship.
With you at the helm, there's much
more chance of a smooth crossing.
Your Lordship,
I need to go to London tomorrow.
I've spoken to Mr Carson.
He has no objection.
Please say this concerns property
and not the former Mrs Bates.
I only wish she was 'the former',
m'lord,
or better still, 'the late'.
Indeed?
I have to reason with her.
I've found no other choice.
She's found a reason
to delay things again.
No, not delay.
She's found a way to ruin things.
Be sensible, Bates.
Above all, do not lose your temper.
A German Republic?
No, I don't think so, Mr Branson.
The Kaiser will go, I'll grant
you...
and maybe the Crown Prince too,
but there'll be a Regency.

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.

Why can't it begin now?

The th of the th,
seems pretty tidy to me.
We will mark the moment
in the Great Hall
and I expect all of you - including
the kitchen staff and hall boys...
everyone to be there - and Carson.
It's such wonderful news.
Is there any more glasses up there?
We should make a toast together.
To peace.
To peace.
The truth is, Cora, there is a
reason for inviting you here today
and I fear I'm going to be
a great disappointment to you.
Cousin Violet is, in part, to blame.
Yes, I usually am.
It was she who drew my attention
to the plight of the war refugees.
I feel very guilty,
since I chivvied you,
and now I'm jumping ship,
but I can't run Downton as well.
You must go where
you can make a difference.
This is what I think,
but I hope you will consider

keeping the house open without me.

I must be honest with you,
it was your idea, not ours,
so I doubt very much
we'll go on with it, now.
But what does that matter
when one thinks of
the work you'll be doing?
Don't you agree, Mama?
I-I... cannot find the words
to say how I feel.
What - what do you think, Molesley?
Sometimes fate knows best, m'lady.
I couldn't put it better myself.
Well...
There really is
something for her to do?
Absolutely. It's all set up.
I had to promise to be a patron,
but it seemed a small price to pay.
I know it was
for Robert and the girls,
but I thank you, without irony,
from the bottom of my heart.
And I accept your thanks, my dear,
with no trace of irony either.
Lawyers take forever
to answer anything,
so they can charge more.

But the others don't believe me,

do they?
Not like you.
I think they want to be certain.
But how can they ever be?
If the lawyer casts
even the slightest doubt,
won't that give them the excuse to
cut me out and stay with Matthew?
If only one of them recognised me.
They will do, soon.
No they won't. They've forgotten me.
I'm a stranger to them now!
Well, you're not a stranger to me.
I wouldn't be Vera Bates.
He left here at dawn,
with a face like thunder.
I wonder if she knows
what she's started.
If I were you, I'd keep out of it.
Wise words.
How did you get on?
Yeah, it was interesting.
Daisy, I wish you'd let me
tell you about it.
There's no point. No point in what?
Jane keeps making out
I'm a war widow, but I'm not, am I?
You all know that.

I married William on his deathbed,

that don't count.
Course it counts. I don't think so.
And I wasn't good to him.
He thought I loved him,
but I didn't, not like he loved me.
I should never have married him
in the first place, only...
Marrying him was a great kindness.
No, it wasn't kind.
It was wrong.
Mr Bates, how did you get here?
I walked from the station.
You should've said.
We'd have sent someone to meet you.
I was glad of the walk.
I was glad of the air.
I never thought
you'd be back tonight.
How was it?
Worse than you can possibly imagine.
What's...?
I assume that whatever Mr Murray has
told you means the man is a fake.
You can't have asked Matthew to be
here, unless you know that.
It's very complicated.
Lowe was the only officer to go back
to the site of the wreck.

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

from the Titanic

who was unaccounted for
and he found one.
But the Titanic story bears out
Patrick's version in every way.
What do you think?
I don't know what to think.
How can you even hesitate?
But, Mary, you haven't heard
the things he remembers.
I don't need to.
I remember how we played,
and your pony, and your birthday,
and how we hid in the garden
from the nasty governess.
What other memories would you have
of a childhood spent here?
Murray will continue to investigate
so, Edith,
can we be polite to the man,
but nothing more?
The end of the war should make it
easier to unearth the evidence.
That is all for the time being.
I thought Carlisle was going to come
back for our ceremony tomorrow.
He's driving up. He'll be here
in time for dinner, tonight.
I'm sorry I can't be more decisive.

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.

But perhaps the lesson is

you can't go back.
You're tired and I don't blame you,
but you're not to give up.
I won't let you.
We'll find this Peter Gordon,
I know we will.
Yes.
I expect you will.
They'll be going in to dinner
in a minute.
We've built a good cellar here,
you know.
I'm not saying it's legendary,
but it's nothing to be ashamed of.
You've made your mind up, then?
I think so, yes.
I think I have...
but, with a heavy heart,
Mrs Hughes.
And just when we thought
we were getting back to normal.
Don't tell me you'll miss me.
I will, Mr Carson.
Very much.
And it costs me nothing to say it.
Thank you.
That means a lot to me.
Shall we go through with the ladies

and let them get in here? Of course.

I wonder what happened to Richard.
He'll have started late and...
I do apologise, Lady Grantham.
We got stuck in Royston and
a cart had overturned in Baldock.
Hello, my dear.
How lovely to see you.
Are you sure?
Sir Richard said
you were expecting me, but are you?
Of course we are.
Can you take Matthew into
the small library? Are you hungry?
We've finished, but Mrs Hughes can
easily put something on a tray.
Carson?
Nothing's changed.
But, you see, it has,
because I've changed.
When I was last here,
I was so bowled over
that I let you send me away,
but not this time.
I love you.
I'm going to look after you.
That's all there is to it.
And if I refuse?
I'm sorry, but I mean it.

You won't frighten me away,

whatever you do.
It seems such a waste of time
to drive from London
and get stuck in every town
on the way.
I don't agree. I'd love to drive
and you'd better agree if Anthony
Strallen comes back into your life.
Before you scold me,
it's no good pretending
Mary is not too attached to Matthew.
So you summon Lavinia,
to be sacrificed
like some latter-day Iphigenia
doomed to push his chair
through all eternity?
Robert, it's quite simple.
Do you want Mary's marriage
to be a success?
Do you want grandchildren?
Sometimes, Cora,
you can be curiously unfeeling.
Suppose he doesn't want
her back? Have you thought of that?
He needs someone to look after him.
Yes, but...
You'll be too busy
with our new life.

I know you're used to having

your own way. Yes, I am.
I'll say something now
I hope I won't have to repeat.
If you think you can jilt me,
or in some way set me aside,
I tell you now, you have given me
the power to destroy you.
Don't think I won't use it.
I want to be a good husband
and for you to be happy,
but don't ever cross me,
do you understand?
Never.
Absolutely never.
What's happened to Major Gordon?
He's gone.
But he can't have.
When?
After breakfast.
I couldn't very well stop him.
The war's over.
He left this for you.
What does it say?
'It was too difficult.
I'm sorry.
P Gordon.'
P for Patrick or P for Peter?
I know what you think,

but I don't accept it.

We drove him away.
His own family
drove our cousin away.
But you believed in him,
whoever he was,
and that's worth something.
I think, while the clock strikes,
we should all make a silent prayer
to mark the finish of
this terrible war...
and what that means
for each and every one of us.
Let us remember the sacrifices
that have been made
and the men who will never come back
and give them our thanks.
Thank you, everyone.
Remember, this is not just
the end of a long war,
but it is the dawn of a new age.
God bless you all.
Let me help you with that.
Can you get him back to his room?
I'll open the door.
My God.
Is something wrong, sir?
No, nothing.
Bates, if I felt...

If you felt what, sir?

It doesn't matter. Not yet.
Not until I feel it again.
I thought that was very dignified.
Very calming.
Thank you, m'lord.
I don't suppose you're having
any doubts about leaving?
I'm afraid not, m'lord.
Well, I can't say I'm not sorry.
I won't go until
we've found a proper replacement.
Whoever we find won't replace you.
Yes, of course. Mr Bates.
Telegram for you.
What was that about?
His wife's dead.
Someone found her,
earlier this morning.
I've found a dealer.
You mean black market business?
I'm anxious to make Lady Mary happy.
I've had a request from Sir Richard
that you ought to know about.
I think I've found a way to escape.
Nothing too drastic, I hope.
I want to tell you all something.
Girls! Cora! Come at once!
Does this mean

that you've made up your mind?

I'm a foolish man who's lost his way
and don't know how to find it again.
You said yourself,
there wouldn't be another chance.
I bought it. It was arsenic.
I've been thinking
that's what she must have taken.
Mary is still in love with you.
That's the last of the equipment
gone.
The maids have put the drawing room
back to normal.
I'm walking down to the village.
I want to have a word with Travis.
Richard will be here any moment.
That's why I'm telling you. Give him
my excuses. I'll see him at dinner.
Is there any news on
the Bates situation?
Not that I'm aware of.
So you still want to keep him on?
Cora, Bates's wife has committed
suicide. It's very sad, of course,
but not, when I last looked,
a reason to sack him.
They've taken the rest of the beds.
So that's the finish of it.
Not quite. We still have Matthew.

And I wanted to ask you,

isn't it time he went home?
I see. You want to throw him out.
Robert. I want him to learn to be
as independent as he can.
And I want Mary to get on with her
life. What's wrong with that?
Is there something you're not
telling me? What do you mean?
About Mary. And Matthew.
Some element you haven't told me?
Of course not. You're being silly.
If thinking that trying
to protect Mary with a
ring of steel is silly,
then yes, I am very silly.
You shouldn't be doing that.
Let us hope the end of the war brings
the return of the footman, Mr Crawley.
Do you think they will return?
I certainly hope so.
I'm sure Sir Richard can buy you
a dozen when you get to Haxby.
Let me.
No, m'lord. I can manage.
The handle broke.
Aren't we feeding you? They're from
my mother's apple store.
She always loads me up.

How's your boy doing? Freddie?

Yes, Freddie. He's doing very well.
I wrote to the headmaster of Ripon
Grammar. I said to look out for him.
That, that's so kind, m'lord.
I hope it works. I don't see why it
should, but you never know.
I suppose you miss your husband very
much?
Of course.
But I have Freddie...
and when you think of what some
families have gone through. I know.
Almost dead on this estate alone.
And the Elcots down at Longway
lost three out of four sons.
Mrs Carter's only boy was killed
a month before the end of the war.
Poor William.
And then there's Matthew.
Do you ever wonder
what it was all for?
I'd better go in, m'lord.
The train was late.
Welcome to the new world.
When a war is over,
the first emotion is relief.
The second, disappointment.
How sad.

But how true.

Come in and have some tea.
Will you miss the extra staff,
Mrs Patmore?
Not really. When push comes to shove,
I'd rather do it myself.
Though God knows what I'm to feed
them on.
There's nothing out there to be had.
Well.
The Lord tempers the wind
to the shorn lamb.
What about you, Thomas?
How much longer will you stay?
Well, now the last of the invalids
have gone, I suppose I'm finished.
I'll report to Major Clarkson,
but he won't be taking anyone on.
I suppose the hospital will revert
to the way it was before the war.
Where will you go?
What's it to you?
Where will you go?
I'll tell you where I'm going.
Into business. It's all set up.
Do you mean black market business?
Don't look so surprised.
I've found a dealer
and as soon as I make

the payment, I'll

have the supplies.
Where will you keep them?
I've got a shed in the village
and I'll get a banger
to deliver the stuff.
I'll be well fixed as soon as word
gets out. You heard her.
There are shortages all around.
Isn't it dangerous?
I don't think so.
I don't think the police are bothered
about rationing, now the war's over.
It won't last forever
but by the time it's done,
I should have enough
to go into business, properly.
So that's your future settled
as a plutocrat.
In the meantime, have you found
somewhere to live?
Not yet, but there's no hurry.
I'm sure they won't object
if I stop here for a week or two.
I shouldn't bet on it.
I nearly put out
the new dinner jacket, m'lord,
but then Mr Carson said the Dowager
was dining here. Quite right.

Mustn't frighten the horses.

By the way, her ladyship was asking if
there was any more news about Mrs Bates.
I don't think so, m'lord.
They'd like to know why she did it,
but I don't suppose we ever shall.
You'd think she'd leave a note.
Perhaps it was a spur of the moment
decision. It can't have been.
Wouldn't she have to get hold
of the stuff?
Please forgive me. I was thinking
aloud. We'll drop the subject.
Anna.
It is Anna, isn't it?
Yes sir.
I want to ask a favour of you.
Of me, Sir Richard.
You. I've been waiting for you.
I wonder if you could step into
my room for a moment.
You attend Lady Mary
and her sisters... don't you?
In addition to your other duties.
I do, sir, yes.
You must be kept very busy.
I hope it's worth your while.
Because I would be very willing
to increase your stipend.

If this is about coming with

Lady Mary when you marry,
it's very good of you, sir,
but you see,
my fiance, Mr Bates, works here
and I don't think I...
No, it's not that.
Although it's a pity.
Lady Mary's very fond of you.
That's kind.
You see...
I'm anxious to make Lady Mary happy.
Of course you are, sir. And to that
end, I feel I need to know
a great deal more about her
than I do.
Our customs are so strange
in this country.
A couple is hardly
allowed a moment alone
together before they
walk down the aisle.
I'm not sure I understand, sir.
I'd like to know more
about her interests.
Where she goes, whom she sees.
What she says to them.
Excuse me, sir. Do you mean
you want me to give you

a report of Lady Mary's actions?

It will be extra work,
but I'm happy to pay.
I'm sure.
But I'm afraid I wouldn't have
the time. Thank you, sir.
It's your choice, of course.
I'd be grateful if you didn't
mention this to Lady Mary.
I wouldn't want her to think I was
checking up on her.
I nearly came down in a dinner jacket
tonight.
Really? Well, why not a dressing
gown?
Or better still, pyjamas?
That's why I didn't.
I like the new fashions.
Shorter skirts, looser cuts.
The old clothes were all very well
if one spent the day
on a chaise longue, but if one
wants to get anything done,
the new clothes are much better.
I'll stick to the chaise longue.
Granny, you don't want things to go
back to the way they were, surely?
Of course I do,
and as quickly as possible.

What about you, Papa?

Before the war,
I believed my life had value.
I suppose I should like
to feel that again.
Have you seen the boys' haircuts
the women are wearing in Paris?
I hope you won't try that.
I might.
I'm not sure how feminine it is.
I'm not sure how feminine I am.
Very, I'm glad to say.
Carson, I keep forgetting
to tell Mrs Hughes
we've had a letter from
Major Bryant's mother.
She and her husband are in Yorkshire
on Friday
and she wants to pay us a visit.
Why?
The last time they saw him alive,
it was here. I can understand.
Will they be staying, my lady?
No, but we'll give them luncheon.
That way they can talk about the
Major with all of us who knew him.
That lets me out, thank heaven.
You look very fine.
Everything I own is from my season

before the war.

I'm trying to wear them out.
Where have you been all day?
Nowhere. I've just been busy.
I envy you.
I feel so flat after the rush and
bustle of the last two years.
They were sighing for the old days
at dinner,
but all I could think
about was how much
more I want from life
now than I did then.
Does this mean that you've made up
your mind, at last?
No, not quite, but almost.
What do you mean,
'how did she say it?'
Mr and Mrs Bryant are coming
for luncheon on Friday.
How are things over at Haxby?
Pretty good.
Building materials
are in short supply,
but Sir Richard knows
how to get around that.
I bet he does.
Well, you should see some of the
gadgets in the kitchens.

And the bathrooms - oh, goodness me!

They're like something out of a film
with Theda Bara.
I'm surprised you know
who Theda Bara is.
I get about, Mrs Hughes,
I get about.
But will you be happy there?
That's what I want to be sure of.
If you're asking whether
I'll regret leaving Downton...
I will regret it
every minute of every day.
I thought I would die here...
and haunt it ever after.
Well, then!
You see, I think I can help her.
In those early years when it's
important to get it right.
And if I can help her... then I must.
I wish I could understand.
To me, Lady Mary is an uppity minx
who's the author of her own
misfortunes.
You didn't know her
when she was a child, Mrs Hughes.
She was a guinea a minute then.
I remember once she came in here,
she can't have been more than

four or five years old.

She said, 'Mr Carson,
I've decided to run away
and I wonder if I might take
some of the silver to sell.'
'Well, ' I said, 'that could be
awkward for his Lordship.
Suppose I give you sixpence to spend
in the village instead?'
'Very well, ' says she. 'But you must
be sure to charge me interest.'
And did you?
She gave me a kiss in full payment.
Then she had the better bargain.
I wouldn't say that.
There you are, Mrs Hughes.
They said you were in here.
Might I have a word?
Of course. Shall we go to my room?
There's no reason Mr Carson
shouldn't hear it.
In fact, I think he probably should.
You see, I've had a request from Sir
Richard that you ought to know about.
You've done this before.
Bates, can I ask you something?
If I started to feel a tingling
in my legs,
what do you think that might mean?

Have you told Dr Clarkson?

Yes, he says it's an illusion.
Memory of a tingling or something.
But, I mean,
I do know my back is broken.
I understand that I won't recover,
but...
I do keep feeling it.
Or I think I do.
I should wait and see.
If something is changing,
it will make itself known.
Now will that be all?
Yes, thank you.
Bates...
Please don't tell anyone.
I couldn't bear it if Miss Swire
or mother or...
or anyone started to hope.
I won't say a thing.
Good night, sir.
Morning.
Morning.
I don't know why I'm doing this.
I must be out of my mind.
Because you know it's my last chance.
That's true. They won't be back.
Not after this trip.
So what should I do?

Come to the house. But stay outside

in the game larder.
I'll leave some food there
and a blanket,
and then I'll try and find a moment
alone with Mrs Bryant
and tell her about little Charlie.
And then, if she asks only if she asks, mind you...
I'll bring her out to see the child.
What about him?
If either of them are in the least
interested, it'll be the mother.
And do you think she'll help me?
She might.
Suppose she won't see him.
Then you're no worse off than you
are already.
Look, I shouldn't be doing it.
So if you're not keen,
then for heaven's sake
let's forget all about it. No...
I'll be there. I promise.
Doesn't it feel odd
to have the rooms back?
And only us to sit in them.
I suppose we'll get used to it.
I don't want to get used to it.
What do you mean?

I know what it is to work now.

To have a full day.
To be tired in a good way.
I don't want to start dress fittings
or paying calls,
or standing behind the guns.
But how does one escape all that?
I think I've found a way to escape.
Nothing too drastic, I hope.
It is drastic. There's no going back
once I've done it.
But that's what I want.
No going back.
I don't want to go back, either.
Then don't.
You're far nicer than you were before
the war, you know.
Where did you get it all?
I told you. This bloke from Leeds.
Where did he get it?
Some's army surplus,
some's from America.
And Ireland. Everywhere.
He's got contacts all over.
That's what I'm paying him for.
How much have you paid him?
A lot.
But I'm not worried.
I've taken nothing perishable.

This lot will last for months.

I'll be sold out
long before any of it's gone off.
Starting with Mrs Patmore.
But Carson if you're abandoning me,
I think I deserve to know
the reason why.
I do not believe that Sir Richard
and I would work well together.
But there must be more to it
than that.
You knew what Sir Richard was like.
We were to educate him, together,
you and I. Wasn't that the plan?
Sir Richard offered Anna
a sum of money
to report your activities to him.
Whom you saw, what you said.
He wanted her to spy on me?
Naturally he used a different word.
Naturally.
And she refused?
She refused and she reported the
offer to Mrs Hughes and me.
Well, I wish she'd come to me first.
So you mean you'd be uncomfortable?
Working for a spymaster?
How disappointing of you.
And I always thought

you were fond of me.

There you are.
What about a quick walk before
dinner? We ought to change first.
Will that be all, my lady?
Yes, Carson. Thank you.
I think that WILL be all.
Carson has decided not to come with
us to Haxby.
I'm sorry. Is there anything I
can say to change your mind?
I'm afraid not, sir.
What a shame.
Not really.
Butlers will be two a penny
now they're all back from the war.
I gather Carson was looking for me.
Shall I go and find him, m'lord?
It's all right. Tell him I'll be
in the dressing room.
Has he done the red wine, yet?
It's over here, m'lord.
I'm pleased. It's a new one on me.
I had some at a dinner in London
and ordered it.
Carson thought we might try it
tonight.
Well, I'd better go up.
You made me sad yesterday.

Wondering what the war was for.

Don't listen to me.
I'm a foolish man who's lost his way
and don't quite know
how to find it again.
I'm terribly sorry.
Please try to forgive me.
I do forgive you.
Mr Carson.
His lordship said you were looking
for him.
And?
And well, I was to say that you'd
find him in the dressing room.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
I wrestled with it, m'lord,
I don't mind admitting.
And I wanted to be there
to help Lady Mary, and...
And protect her from Sir Richard.
Well, I wouldn't quite have put it
like that, but yes, I suppose.
Only... Only you felt
you couldn't work for a man
who would offer a bribe?
That is correct, m'lord.
Are you quite sure you
won't regret it?

I know how fond you are of

Lady Mary.
But I couldn't work for a man
that I don't respect.
And I certainly couldn't have left
Downton for him.
I shall take that as a compliment.
For myself and for my house.
I still don't see
why you didn't tell me first.
I'm sorry, m'lady, but I didn't want
to add to your troubles.
Well, you have done,
whether you wanted to or not.
Nobody's down yet.
They won't be long.
Look. They've cleared the tea
but forgotten to take that tray.
Ring the bell. I'll do it. They'll be
busy getting dinner ready.
It's too heavy for you.
No, it's not. Look out!
Heavens, that was a near thing.
My God...
Mary! Girls!
Cora! Come at once!
Robert wait.
Everyone come at once.
What is it? What's happened?

Come and see this.

Is it true?
Is it true what Lavinia says?
I don't believe it!
It's so wonderful.
It is, but don't tire yourself out.
Sit down now and we'll send for
Dr Clarkson.
She's right. Edith, go with Branson.
Get Clarkson, but fetch Mama
and Cousin Isobel as well.
I don't care what they're doing.
Tell them to come now!
My dear chap.
I cannot begin to tell you what this
means to me.
It's pretty good news for me, too.
There is only one possible
explanation.
It starts with my own mistake.
Every indication told me
that the spine was transected,
which would have been incurable.
But when Sir John Coates came to see
Matthew, he agreed with you.
Well, he didn't. Not entirely.
He thought that it could conceivably
be a case of spinal shock.
That is, um, intense bruising.

Which was sufficiently severe

to impede the leg mechanism.
But which would heal?
Why didn't you tell us?
Because I didn't agree with him...
and I didn't want to raise Captain
Crawley's hopes to no purpose.
I understand and I don't blame you.
You must take it slowly.
Rome wasn't built in a day. I know.
And I'm afraid you will carry a bruise
on your spine for the rest of your life.
But I will have a life?
Yes.
I think we can say that.
You will have a
normal life and it won't
be long in coming.
My darling boy.
My darling boy.
Excuse me, m'lord,
but Mrs Hughes is
wondering what she
should do about dinner.
You'll all stay for dinner,
won't you?
I'm afraid I'm not dressed. Never
mind that. Who cares about that?
What about you, Mama?

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

trouble? You are if you stay silent.

Anna, we're starting.
Sorry, Mr Carson.
Tell me, how are things progressing
at Haxby?
Quite well. I've put in a condition
so the builders are fined for every
day they go over.
Does that make for a happy
atmosphere? I want it done.
They can be happy in their own time.
Why the rush?
I like everything I own to be
finished and ready to sell.
You're not thinking of selling
Haxby, surely?
Depends. We'll have to see if it
suits us, to be so close to Downton.
I... I want to tell you all
something.
As you know, during this... well,
I think I can say horrible time...
Lavinia has proved to be
the most marvellous person.
Hear, hear.
Indeed.
I never thought we would marry,
for all sorts of reasons,
but she wouldn't accept that

and so now I am very pleased to say

that she's been proved right.
Lavinia and I will get married.
My dear fellow.
Isn't it wonderful? As soon as I'm
well enough to walk down the aisle.
Dr Clarkson can help us with when.
Not long now.
And she feels we ought to marry here,
at Downton.
To bury forever the memories of what
I hope has been
the darkest period of my life.
- Of course!
- Are you sure?
I know it should be at my home
in London,
but we've been through so much here.
We'd be delighted.
Bravo! Excellent news.
Mary, isn't that excellent news?
Just excellent.
You're very late. Won't they worry?
They're all so excited,
they won't care where I am.
I'm pleased. I like Mr Matthew.
He announced at dinner that
he wants to get married at Downton.
Somehow, it made me feel

more than ever

that the war is really over...
and it's time to move forward.
Do you mean you've made your
decision?
Yes.
My answer is...
that I'm ready to travel...
and you're my ticket.
To get away from this house,
away from this life.
Me?
No. Uncle Tom Cobley.
I'm sorry.
But I've waited so long
for those words,
I can't believe I'm hearing them.
You won't mind burning your bridges?
Mind?
Fetch me the matches!
Yes, you can kiss me, but that is
all until everything is settled.
For now, God knows it's enough
that I can kiss you.
What a day. I can't stop smiling.
No. But another time, please ask me
before you agree to host a wedding.
What?
I'm fond of Matthew, of course,

but you do realise this means

Mary's marriage will be delayed?
I can't help that.
Mary is our first priority, Robert.
And just because Matthew's been lame.
Matthew's been lame?!
Can you hear the words
coming out of your mouth?
Can you hear how stupid
and selfish they are?
Because I can.
Don't bother me with it now.
I've enough on, trying to make a
luncheon that looks worth eating.
But that's what I'm saying.
Everything's in short supply now.
Short supply? No supply, more like!
Talk about making a silk purse
out of a sow's ear.
I wish we had a sow's ear!
It'd be better than this brisket.
That's just it. Thomas has come by
some groceries and such
and he's prepared to let them go
for the right price.
He's prepared to let them go,
is he?
And how did he come by them?
That's what I'd like to know.

Well, they're not stolen,

in case you're worried.
I'm not worried.
You're the one who should be worried.
Tell you what. I'm making
a wedding cake now, for Mr Crawley.
I'll finish it early
and feed it with brandy.
So if I give you a list of
ingredients, can you get them?
I can.
And then we'll see.
Now will you leave me and let me
get on with this travesty?
Why are you here?
Mr Bryant, Mrs Bryant, welcome.
We're so pleased to be here.
This is so kind of you,
Lady Grantham.
It is, but we ought to make it clear
we can't stay long.
I wasn't sure we had time to come
at all.
Luncheon is quite ready.
We must eat and run, I'm afraid.
We have to be at Maryport by six.
We're all so terribly sorry about
the reason you're here.
If we could see Charles's room.

Shall I take Mrs Bryant up?

No, I'll do it.
We'll all do it.
My cousin, Mrs Crawley,
who looked after Major Bryant,
and my daughters who nursed him,
will join us. How thoughtful.
But we can't be long. I've told our
chauffeur to stay in the car.
Will I take him something to eat?
Leave him be. He's quite happy.
Please, come and see where Major
Bryant lived while he was with us.
I'm afraid it's not going to work.
Why?
They're in the dining
room and getting
straight into the car
when they've finished.
I tried to speak to her on my own but
there was never the right moment.
Your grandaddy is a bit of a bully.
But I must see them.
I've come all this way.
Of course it's a disappointment.
You said yourself there wouldn't be
another chance. We can't know that.
Maybe you should write to them
after all.

You've nothing to lose. No. They have

to see him. They must see Charlie.
Well, maybe they will...
sometime in the future.
I hope so.
You'd better go now.
This wedding cake... Can I make it?
You wouldn't know how to start.
But you can tell me.
And if I make it early, then you can
make another if it's no good.
If I say yes,
will you do as you're told?
Daisy, there's a wretched chauffeur
at the front
who's not allowed
to get out of the car,
so can you make him a sandwich and
take him up a bottle of pop?
We've some ham and...
My God.
Who was that?
Wasn't that Ethel?
Did you see what she was carrying?
No.
Then just... let's leave it at that.
I'm afraid Downton will be
a place of pilgrimage for a while.
We're glad to be. If we can help

to bring some peace of mind.

There's no point in wallowing in it.
What good does it do?
Leave me alone.
Ethel!
I tried to stop her.
What on earth?
Ethel... I know what this is.
Mrs Hughes, I don't think
it's quite the right - I'm stopping.
Until I've had my say.
This is Charlie. Your grandson.
He's almost a year old.
What proof have you?
What?
I say, what proof have you?
If my son was the father of this boy,
where is your proof?
Have you any letters?
Any signed statement?
Why would there be letters?
We were in the same house.
I think she's telling the truth.
I'm not interested in 'think'.
I want proof that my son
acknowledged paternity of this boy.
If what you say is true,
then he would have known
of the boy's existence

for months before he...

before he was killed.
Yes. He knew.
So... What did he do about it?
Nothing.
He did nothing.
Thank you.
That's the proof I was looking for.
If Charles was the
father, he would never
have shirked his responsibilities.
Never.
Well, he did.
I won't listen to any more slander!
Now will you please go, and take
that boy with you, whoever he is.
You are upsetting Mrs Bryant.
I would like...
I say you are upsetting Mrs Bryant.
Lord Grantham, are you going to stand
by while this woman holds us to ransom?
This isn't doing much good.
Ethel, you'd better come with me.
Come on.
She thinks we're a soft touch.
They hear of a dead officer with
money behind them
and suddenly there's a baby
on every corner.

But if she's telling the truth...

If Charles had fathered that boy,
he would have told us.
Now, I'd say she's done her homework
and discovered he was an only child.
She thinks we'd be ripe
for the plucking.
You knew her. Was she one of the
nurses when he was here?
She was a housemaid.
Were you aware?
No.
No-one told me Major Bryant
was your only son.
That's right. Just Charles.
Matthew is my only son,
and he nearly died.
I think I know what you're going
through. He seems such a nice...
I think that's cast rather a
shadow over the proceedings,
so I don't see any point
in prolonging it.
Daphne, come on, we're leaving.
He's afraid of his own grief.
That's why he behaves as he does.
He's terrified of his own grief.
If that's what he's like, I don't
want his help. I don't want it.

I doubt you'll have the option.

You're a dark horse.
How did you keep it a secret
all this time?
Maybe when he's thought about it he'll
feel differently, you never know.
Anna... will you kindly go upstairs
and help in the dining room?
Ethel, please take the child
and leave.
How did you get here? I caught the
bus and walked up from the village.
Then can you reverse the process
as quickly as possible?
She's very badly shaken, Mr Carson.
She's lost everything.
Are you all right for the fare?
Yes, thank you.
He's their only grandchild.
There can never be another.
Even if Ethel is telling the truth.
I believe she is.
Even so, there's no legal reality
to it.
The child is her bastard
and has no claim on them.
Steady on, sir. The ladies have had
enough shocks for one day.
I just don't see the point in pretending

something can be done when it can't.

What about you, Mother? Can't one of
your refugee charities help?
She's not a refugee and we have more
claims on our funding than we can meet.
The truth is, Ethel's made her choice
and now she's stuck with it.
That seems a little hard.
Does it?
Aren't all of us stuck with
the choices we make?
Candied peel? Well, well. I never
thought you'd find that.
I hope you're pleased, Mrs Patmore.
Course she is. Aren't you?
There's stuff
here we haven't seen
since before the war.
I can't wait to get started.
I won't ask where you got it from,
because I don't want to know.
I keep saying. There's nothing
wrong. So what I'd like to know is...
When will he get paid?
When I'm satisfied.
And when will that be, oh mighty one?
When Daisy's baked the cake
and I'm pleased with it.
He understands.

He knows this is just the sprat

to catch the mackerel.
I really ought to walk
to the library.
No need to rush it, sir.
You're getting better every day.
Cousin, Matthew? May I come in?
Please.
No, no, no. No stay where you are.
Thank you.
No doubt you will regard this as
rather unorthodox,
my pushing into a man's bedroom,
uninvited.
Well, erm... It's just I don't
want us to be disturbed.
I'm sure you know how pleased I am
that you will recover, after all.
Thank you.
Just as I am delighted that you can
once more look forward to a...
to a happy married life.
I'm very lucky.
Now this may come as a surprise...
but I feel I must say it
all the same. Please do.
Mary is still in love with you.
What?
I was watching her the other night

when you spoke of your wedding.

She looked like...
Juliet, on awakening in the tomb.
Mary and I have always had Of course, I suspected long ago
that the flame hadn't quite gone out,
but then there was no chance
of your recovery.
And it seemed best to let her try
for happiness where she could.
I quite agree, and Sir Richard is...
No, now, let's not muddy the pool
by discussing Sir Richard.
The point is, you loved her once.
Are you sure you can't love her
again?
Cousin Violet...
Please don't think I mind your...
speaking to me in this way.
I quite admire it but...
consider this.
Lavinia came back against
my orders, determined
to look after me for
the rest of my life,
which meant that she would wash me
and feed me and...
do things that only the most
dedicated nurse would undertake.

And all with no hope of children

or any improvement.
Yes, it's all very admirable...
and I give her full credit.
And giving her that credit, do you
think it would be right for me
to throw her over
because I can walk?
To dismiss her, because I no longer
have need of her services?
Spoken like a man of honour.
And we will not fall out over this.
But you don't agree.
I would just say one thing:
Marriage is a long business.
There's no getting out of it
for our kind of people.
Now you may live ... years
with one of these two women.
Just make sure you have selected
the right one.
Will it be April or May?
I should steer clear of May.
Marry in May, rue the day.
I think it's April. Matthew should
be walking normally by them.
Spring weddings are the prettiest
of all.
All this talk of weddings

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!

Would I ever admit to loving a man

who preferred someone else over me?
Where's Sybil?
She's not feeling well.
She told Anna she wouldn't be down
for dinner.
What is it?
I heard from my lawyer today.
Apparently, Vera wrote to a friend
just before my last visit.
Why are they telling you now? It was
only delivered a few days ago.
And do you know what the letter
says? They sent me a copy.
'John has written and he's coming
here tonight.
His words sound as angry as
I've ever heard him,
and you know how angry that is.
I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm afraid for my life.'
What did you write to her?
I said I was coming that evening and
I meant to have it out with her.
I may have said she was being
unreasonable, but so she was.
Will it change anything?
Think about it.
Before Vera's death,

she had taken all my money

and she had wrecked the divorce.
Now, as her widower,
I inherit everything and we can marry
whenever we like.
Anna, they're going in.
You look as if you've got the cares
of the world on your shoulders.
Not the whole world, Mrs Hughes,
but quite enough of it.
Sybil?
Sybil I just want to say goodnight.
Mrs Hughes, can I borrow the
duplicate keys for upstairs?
Why? Lady Mary says one of the
bathroom keys isn't working.
She thinks it must have got swapped.
I'll come.
No, no there's no need.
I'll bring them back in a jiffy.
You've done enough for one day.
My God. She's eloped.
She's on her way to Gretna Green.
They must stop at some point.
It won't be open before morning.
They won't expect us to
follow until tomorrow.
They'll stay somewhere on the road.
We hope.

Everyone keep an eye out

for the motor.
Daisy? What in God's name are you
doing down here at this hour?
I just wanted to check
it were all right.
That it hadn't, you know,
caved in or anything. Caved in?
It's a cake, not a souffle.
I know. But I've never made
a wedding cake before.
Is that the one for tasting?
Yes, Mrs Patmore.
Well, bring it out.
We'll give it a try.
What in God's name
do you call this?
I don't know. I did everything
that you said. I promise.
But didn't you taste the mixture?
Well, then I'm afraid it's time
to look at Thomas's ingredients.
Well, it's two thirds plaster dust.
Where's the peel?
Yuk! This were old
when Adam were a boy.
So, Thomas was happy to 'let it go',
was he?
Well, it won't go anywhere near me

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

to be reasonable to get you home.

Even if I am,
even if I think this is mad,
I know it will be better to do it
in broad daylight
than to sneak off
like a thief in the night.
Go back with them, then.
If you think they can make you
happier than I will.
Am I so weak you believe
I can be talked out
of giving my heart in
five minutes flat?
But Mary's right. I don't like deceit
and our parents don't deserve it.
So I'll go back with them.
Believe it or not,
I will stay true to you.
I'll return the car in the morning.
You're confident you can bring her
round, aren't you? Fairly.
I'll certainly try.
Do you want some money? For the room?
No thank you, m'lady.
I can pay my own way.
Where are the girls?
I suppose Sybil's still ill and
the others just haven't appeared.

I hope they're not coming down

with anything.
The stories of this Spanish 'flu
are too awful.
No, it's nothing of the sort.
Why are you up so early?
I'm meeting Isobel. She wants me to
help with her refugees.
I thought the whole
point of Mama arranging
that was to keep her out of your hair.
I know.
But now the soldiers have
gone, I do have a lot
of time on my hands and
maybe I can be useful.
Why is it different from before the
war?
I don't know exactly. It just is.
Maybe the war's changed me.
I guess it's changed everybody.
Not me.
Don't be too sure.
If I'm not back before luncheon,
don't wait.
I'll take this down to keep it hot,
m'lord.
I wanted to catch you alone.
Yes... You see, I think you might be

happier if I tended my resignation.

What? I'd hate you to be
uncomfortable in your own house...
I won't hear of it.
But I know...
You will not be deprived
of your livelihood
because I behaved in an
ungentlemanly manner.
The fault was entirely mine.
You will not pay the price.
Is this yours? Moseley found it
in your dressing room.
It's not one of your old toys, is it?
Because I don't recognise it.
No. It was given to me. As a charm,
I think. To take to the front.
Well, you're home and safe now.
Shall I put it in the barrel
for the village children? No.
You never know.
It might be bad luck not to keep it.
Luncheon will be ready soon.
It's all rubbish.
It's all bloody rubbish!
Can't you ask for your money back?
Yes. Of course I can ask.
And a fat lot of good that'll do!
You must challenge him.

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.

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything is clearly not all right.
We can put the presents
in the drawing room
against the window.
Very good, m'lady.
I suppose we do have to
display all the presents.
It can look rather greedy.
I can't bear the disruption we've
brought on your heads. Don't be silly.
How are you feeling? I just wish I could
get rid of this damn stick. Sorry.
Don't be. If anyone has a
right to swear, it's you.
Don't bully yourself.
Think of where we were a few months
ago and smile. I quite agree.
I want to make it up and down that
aisle without assistance. Up, yes.
You'll have me to lean on coming
down.
You still have three full days
of practise so never say die.
My goodness, is that the time?
I must be getting back.
I'll go with you.
She's just sucking up, Mother.
Any bride who doesn't suck up

to her husband's mother is a fool.

Can I bother you?
Mrs Bryant has written a letter
I did not expect.
She says her husband wants to see
the baby. They both do.
Isn't that what you hoped?
Yes and no.
Remember what he was like last time?
I don't want to
build up Ethel's hopes again.
Ethel's not important.
It's the boy's chances you have to
look to. I believe you're right,
though we come at it by different
routes.
Why announce it tonight,
all of a sudden?
He's got a job at a newspaper.
He heard today, it's a real chance.
Let him go to Dublin then you can
use the calm to consider.
Mary doesn't want you
to be trapped before
you're completely sure.
But I am sure!
How many times do I have to say it?!
Anna, tell them!
Lady Mary's right.

It's a big thing, to give up

your whole world. Thank you.
Listen to her if you won't listen
to me. I'm not giving up my world!
If they give me up,
that's their affair!
I'm perfectly happy to carry on
being friends with everyone.
Married to the chauffer?
Yes.
Anyway, he's a journalist now,
which sounds better for granny.
We're going to tell papa tonight.
We? You mean, you and Branson?
He's coming in after dinner.
What will papa do?
I imagine he'll call the police.
Downton is not a hostel.
No, Mr Carson.
You made such a point
of not being a servant
any more, our ears
are ringing with it.
Trouble is, I'm a little out
of pocket at the moment.
I cannot say that
I'm sympathetic
when you dabble in the black market.
I just need some more time,

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,

why shouldn't he see you?

I wish it were as simple. I think
it is but I'll not reopen the wound.
'What do you mean, you knew?'
I hoped it would blow over.
I didn't want to split
the family when Sybil
might still wake up.
You've driven me about,
bowing and scraping and seducing
my daughter behind my back?!
I don't bow and scrape and
I've not seduced her.
Give your daughter some credit
for knowing her own mind.
How dare you use that tone!
You will leave at once!
Papa! This is a folly!
A ridiculous, juvenile madness!
Sybil, what do you have in mind?
Mama, this is hardly ... No,
she must have something in mind.
Otherwise she wouldn't have summoned
him here tonight.
Thank you, Granny.
Yes, we do have a plan.
Tom's got a job on a paper.
I'll stay for the wedding.
I don't want to steal their thunder.

But after that, I'll go to Dublin.

To live with him? Unmarried?
I'll live with his mother
while the bands are red.
And then we'll be married.
And I'll get a job as a nurse.
What does your mother make of this?
If you must know, she
thinks we're very foolish.
So, at least we have
something in common.
I won't allow it! I will not allow
my daughter to throw away her life!
You can posture all you
like, Papa, it won't
make any difference.
Yes, it will! How?
I don't want any money! You can
hardly lock me up until I die!
I'll say goodnight.
But I can promise you one thing.
Tomorrow morning, nothing will have
changed.
Tom.
He's not coming here!
I don't want him to see this place.
I won't have him pity me.
The question is are
you prepared to let them

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 will not disgrace myself by

discussing it, nor will anyone else.
Now, if you will go, Mr Branson,
we will continue with our day.
Leave an address where we will forward
what is owing to you. No problem.
I'll be at the Grantham Arms until Lady
Sybil is ready to make her departure.
I bid you all a good day.
Is it really true?
Please! I have asked for silence.
And silence I will have.
What on Earth is it? A gramophone.
Some cousins of mine have given it.
You should stand well clear
when you light the
blue touch paper.
All on your own?
I've left space at
the front for Jules.
I know Lavinia's getting
something from papa.
And from me. As she's so slight,
a real necklace would flatten her.
What news of Sybil?
Papa is with her now.
I'm afraid it'll end in tears.
Maybe, but they won't be Sybil's.
I used to think that Mary's beau

was a Leonce but compared to this,

he's practically a Hapsburg.
Don't worry. Your turn will come.
Will it? Or am I just to be
the maiden aunt?
Isn't this what they do? Arrange
presents for their pretty relations?
Don't be defeatist, dear,
it's very middle class.
I'd better go up and support your
father.
Your threats are
hollow, don't you see?
I won't be received in London?
I won't be welcome at court?
How do I make you understand,
I couldn't care less?
I do hope I'm interrupting
something.
I only wish you were. I seem to be
getting nowhere. Have you seen Cora?
She's lying down.
And can we blame her?
Now, Sybil, dear, this sort of thing is
all very well in novels, but in reality,
it can prove very uncomfortable
and while I am sure Branson
has many virtues...
No, no, he's a good driver.

I will not give him up!

Don't be rude to your grandmother.
No, she's not being rude. Just wrong.
This is my offer.
I will stay one week to avoid
the impression I've run away
and because I don't want to
spoil Matthew's wedding.
Then we will marry in Dublin
and whoever wishes to visit
is welcome. Out of the question!
Will you forbid Mary and Edith?
No, no.
Don't say anything you
may have to retract.
Know this. There will be no more
money.
From here on in, your life
will be very different. Well...
Bully for that.
I thought this might tide
you over...
Whatever's the matter?
I'm sure I'll be all
right if I can just stay
still for a moment.
You will not stay still.
Not down here.
Get to bed this minute.

I'll send for the doctor.

I can't. We've got the Crawleys
tonight and Miss Swire.
What with this business of Lady
Sybil. I'll deal with it.
Look, get Mr Mosley to help.
There's no need. I mean it!
The war is no longer an excuse for
sloppy presentation. Very well,
I'll ask him, but only on condition
you go to bed.
Are you too hot in that, m'lady?
You still have time to change.
No. Thank you.
So, what do we do next?
God knows!
This is what comes of spoiling her.
The mad clothes, the nursing.
What were we thinking of?
That's not fair.
She's a wonderful nurse
who's worked very hard.
And she's forgotten who she is!
Has she, Robert? Or have we
overlooked who she really is?
If you're turning American on me,
I'll go downstairs.
Mr Carson likes to serve
two white wines which

you should open and decant

just before they eat.
A light one for the hors d'oeuvres,
a heavy one with the soup.
Keep that going for the fish then change
to claret which you need to decant now.
There's a pudding wine and,
after that, whatever they want in
the drawing room with their coffee.
It's a wonder they make it upstairs.
They don't drink
much of any of it.
Let me show you the decanters.
These four...
So, I don't have to receive
that terrible man again.
It won't be necessary.
They'll meet her in here but...
Should you be downstairs, m'lady?
I'm perfectly all right,
thank you.
Why Mosley? I could have done it.
But you always make a mountain
out of not being a servant.
I'm just trying to be helpful.
I'm afraid, "being helpful", is not
something we associate you with.
It's wonderful what fear
can do to the human spirit.

You quite right, Mr Mosley?

Yes, I just want to be absolutely
sure
that this is the lighter wine.
What does it matter as
long as it's white? No.
I believe in starting the way
you mean to go on.
Don't want to get off on the wrong
foot.
I'm glad you're here, Sybil.
I was afraid you'd have
a tray in your room.
Maybe you should have done.
Why?
I'm not eloping like a
thief in the night.
I might have once but Mary and
Edith talked me out of it.
The plot thickens.
After all, Sybil's had time
to think about it. Mother!
It is not for us to have an opinion.
Mr Mosley, are you quite well?
I'm all right, thank you, sir.
I don't believe you are.
The awful truth is, I'm not quite
all right. I'm afraid I'm going
to ask you to excuse me.

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.

I have stuck by you, through thick

and thin.
Thin and thin, more like.
Mr Bates, if we have to face this,
then we will face it
as husband and wife and will not be
moved to the sidelines
to watch from a distance, with no
right even to be kept informed.
I will be your next of kin.
And you can't deny me that.
Anna!
You better come, quick.
Mr Mosley? What's happened?
Haven't you taken it in yet?
I'm not well. I'm not well, at all.
First, Mr Carson then her ladyship
and now him.
Help him down to
the servants hall.
The doctor can look at him,
too, when he gets here.
Spanish flu has found it's way
to Yorkshire. And to Downton.
Dr Clarkson says
he's got ten cases.
I thought Mosley had
joined the Temperance League.
I'm afraid he's been taken ill, My Lord.

I'm sorry. Mosley, too? Good heavens.

Everyone's falling like ninepins.
Lavinia?
Do you know, I'm not at all well,
either.
I wonder if I could lie down for a
minute? Of course. Come to my room.
They'll have lit the fire by now.
Excuse me.
Do you think we should take her
home? No, let her rest for a moment.
Well, I think I should go and help.
Wasn't there a masked ball in Paris
when cholera broke out?
Half the guests were dead before they
left the ballroom. Thank you, Mama.
That's cheered us up no end.
I'll take you to Mr Carson now and then
to see Mr Mosley in the servant's hall.
Dr Clarkson, you're kind to come.
How is she?
Not too bad but she'll need some
nursing for a day or two.
Don't worry about that, all our
daughters are professionals.
Let's leave her
to get some rest.
Miss Swire may be
another victim.

She's sleeping now, I don't

want to disturb her.
When she wakes give her
some aspirin, cinnamon and
milk and keep her here.
I'll look at her tomorrow.
We better go to Carson.
I'll come, too.
Where is everyone?
I'm not sure.
Cousin Violet's gone home.
What about you?
I'm waiting for Lavinia and mother.
Dr Clarkson wants Lavinia to stay
here. He'll see her tomorrow.
I don't know this one.
Actually, I rather like it.
I think it was in a show
that flopped.
Zip Goes A Million, or something.
Can you manage without your stick?
You are my stick.
We were a show that flopped.
God, Mary.
I'm so, so sorry.
You know how sorry I am.
Don't be.
It wasn't anyone's fault.
If it was, it was mine.

You know cousin Violet came to me,

told me to marry you.
When was this?
A while ago.
When we knew I would walk again.
Classic granny.
What did you say?
I couldn't accept Lavinia's
sacrifice of her life.
Her children, her future and then give
her the brush off when I was well again,
well, I couldn't, could I?
Of course not.
However much I might want to.
Absolutely not.
Hello?
What are you doing up?
Shouldn't we be getting back.
It's decided.
You're staying here.
Dr Clarkson's coming in the morning
so he can treat you all together.
You can borrow some things until
Matthew brings you what you need.
I'll go and organise a room.
How do you feel?
Like a nuisance.
You could never be that.
I mean it, Matthew.

Don't ever let me be a nuisance.

Don't ever let me get in the way,
please.
I'll sleep on a chair in her room.
There's no need for that. I don't mind.
I'd like to be on hand.
So, we're quite the hospital again.
You'll probably gain more patients
over the next few da...
You don't need to worry about
Mosley. He'll be fine in the morning.
The others have Spanish flu.
He's just drunk.
Did you want Mr Bates, My Lord?
I forgot to say I want to be
woken early. I can tell him that.
Freddie got into Ripon Grammar,
so whatever you said, it worked.
Marvellous, some good news at last.
I hate to hear you talk like that.
I'm sorry, that was selfish of me,
to spoil your happy moment.
You need never say sorry to me.
How are you?
Really?
Since you ask, I'm wretched.
I lost my youngest child today,
I suspect forever, and I can't
see any way round it. I wish

you knew how much I want to help.

Do you?
I think you know I do.
I'll see if I can get up tomorrow.
Don't be foolish.
You're ill and in all probability,
you'll be a lot iller in the morning.
How will you manage?
What about the wedding?
I'm not sure there'll be a wedding,
but I won't burden you with it.
Perhaps Mr Mosley could come on a
permanent basis, until I'm better.
I doubt that's a
solution, Mr Carson.
Neither my patience or his
liver could stand it.
Who is it?
I'm sorry, My Lord, we
never settled a time
you wanted to be woken.
Early, I think,
with everyone ill, seven.
I'll breakfast at half past.
Very good, My Lord. Good night.
This isn't fair.
I'm placing you in an impossible
situation.
I want to be with you.

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

in some version of Downton Abbey.

If she wanted that life,
she would not be marrying me.
Very well.
I'd hoped to avoid this, but I see
that I can't!
How much will you take to leave us
in peace?
What?
You must have doubts.
You said your own mother thinks
you're foolish. Yes, she does.
Yield to those doubts and take enough
to make a new life back in Ireland.
I'll be generous if we can bring
this nonsense to an end. I see.
You know your trouble, My Lord?
You're like all of your kind, you think
you have the monopoly of honour!
Doesn't it occur to you
that I believe the best
guarantee of Sybil's
happiness lies with me?
Well, if you're not prepared
to listen to reason!
I'm not prepared to listen to insults.
Then, I'll bid you good day.
And I want you to leave the village.
Even though she'll come to me

the moment I call?

Do you really want me to leave now, when
I will take her with me that same hour?
There you are.
Dr Clarkson's here.
Cora's not at all well.
Sybil and Edith are with her.
Mary's gone to meet Sir Richard
from the train. Why's he coming?
He wants to be useful.
I don't see how. My Lord.
We're two more maids down.
I hope you forgive
some catch as catch can
in the days ahead.
Which maids? Not Jane?
No, My Lord. Not Jane.
Thank you.
What are they doing?
Decorations for the wedding.
It still hasn't been cancelled.
They have to prepare for it.
If Anna or Jane appear,
tell them to come
and help me do the
room for Sir Richard.
I can help with the bedroom then
I'll sort out a room for his man
and serve at dinner.

I can't pay you. Call it rent.

The awful truth is the wedding
simply cannot go ahead.
Don't say that.
I must.
Dr Clarkson says you'll be groggy
for at least a week, maybe longer.
We have to face the facts.
What about my father?
Matthew can telephone him.
He can't come here while everyone's ill.
He has a weak chest, we mustn't
take the risk. All right.
I suppose we've made a decision,
then, to delay?
I don't think we've got any choice.
No. I'm afraid we don't.
At least she doesn't seem
too serious. No, no.
I'd say she's been lucky. I am
terribly sorry about the wedding.
These things are sent to try us.
Why didn't anyone tell
me she was like this?
She took a turn for the
worse half an hour ago.
Where were you?
Out, I went for a walk.
There we are, m'lady, that's better,

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.

I'll find Mrs Hughes and come back

for you.
I hope I haven't kept you waiting.
No, no.
We have illness in the house so I hope
you'll excuse Lord and Lady Grantham.
It's not them we've come to see,
is it? Is she here?
She's just coming now.
May I meet him properly?
Come along, Charlie.
This nice lady is your grandmother.
Perhaps you could call me, "Gran"?
He's a stout little chap, isn't he?
And so like Charles. I thought it
when we were last here.
I know what was said at the time
and Mr Bryant's sorry for it now.
But I could see he was just like
Charles.
Never mind all that, let's get down
to business. Business?
That's what you want
from us, isn't it?
Find out what me mean to do for
little Charlie in the future?
What do you mean, "She might die"?
What do you think
happens with a fatal illness?

The fairies come?

If anything happens to her, it
won't be your fault, Miss O'Brien.
I've never seen such care.
I wish I could talk to her, that's
all. But she doesn't know me.
I'm sure she knows how hard you've
worked for her. It's not that.
There's something I nee...
Never mind.
Either I will or I won't.
You never know people, do you.
You can work with
them for years, you
don't know them at all.
What? You mean give him up?
Never see him again?
Those are my terms.
But would it hurt if Ethel were
to care for him in your own house?
She could be his nurse.
That might be possible.
Of course she can't be his nurse.
We need to bring him up as a gentleman.
Send him to Harrow and
Oxford, and all the
while his mother's in
the servant's hall.
How does that work? I could

- No, we want to raise

his as our grandson,
not as a housemaid's bastard!
Well, he has to know the truth sometime.
Maybe, but not for a long time.
Till then, his father had
a wartime marriage until
he died and his mother
succumbed to Spanish flu.
A lot of people have.
We've quite a few upstairs.
And that, for many years at least,
is all that Charlie will be told.
So, I'm just to be written out?
Painted over? Buried?
What matters is what's
good for Charlie.
And what's good for you!
You've got a heart, I know you have.
You see what he's asking?
Ethel, consider this. In the world
as it is, compare the two futures.
The first, as my heir.
Educated, privileged, rich.
Able to do what he wants,
marry whom he likes.
The second, as the bastard son
- I think we've heard enough of
that word for one day. Very well.

As the nameless offshoot

of a drudge,
you're his mother.
Which would you choose for him?
Suppose I could be his nurse and never
tell him who I am. I promise that.
Surely ... Come on! We all know that's
a promise you could never keep.
I'm sorry,
Mrs Hughes, we need the
doctor at once.
Her ladyship's much worse.
I'm afraid ... Go where you're needed,
we've had our say.
You know how to reach us
when you've made your decision.
Come along, Daphne.
O'Brien?
Is that you, O'Brien?
Yes, m'lady, it's me, m'lady.
You're so good to me.
You've always been so good.
Not always, m'lady.
So good.
No.
And the fact is, I want to ask
so much for your forgiveness.
Because I did something once
which I bitterly regret. Bitterly.

And if you could only know

how much ... So very good.
How is she?
She slept and she seemed better.
Then suddenly the fever came back.
O'Brien, thank you for the way
you've looked after her. I mean it.
I'm very grateful, whatever comes.
What a marathon, but I think I got
them all.
Everyone sends love. I told your
father I'll telegraph him
as soon as it's safe for him
to come. But not before.
Well, I don't think I should
leave you alone.
But if you don't tell.
I've been thinking about
the date for the rematch and...
What is it?
I wonder if we haven't been rather
lucky.
Why, I think we've both been very
lucky.
That we've been given a second
chance. A second chance at what?
To be quite, quite sure about
what we're doing.
Darling, what can you mean?

The thing is, ...

I might as well say it.
When I came downstairs and you
and Mary were dancing, ...
I heard what you said.
And I saw what you did. That was ...
No, I'm not in a rage, in a fury,
in fact, I think it's
noble of you to want
to keep your word when
things have changed.
But I'm not sure it would be right
for me to hold you to it.
Lavinia, I can explain.
No, listen.
I've had lots of time to think about
it.
I love you very, very much.
And I've wanted to
marry you from the
first moment I saw you.
All that is true.
But I didn't really know what I was
taking on.
It's not in me to be
queen of the county.
I'm a little person, an ordinary
person
and when I saw you and Mary

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.

It's a tricky disease.

His lordship's asking for you,
m'lady.
I think we should aim at a sort
of buffet dinner.
Then they can run in and
out as it suits them.
Sorry to make extra work.
Never mind, it's hours like these
we must all pull together.
This arrived in the post, Daisy.
- Tea for Sir Richard
in the drawing room.
- I'm glad to know
he's here to help
I can do it.
You're very obliging, Thomas.
I can take some up to Mr Carson,
if you'd like?
Is that from your Mr Mason?
He's not mine.
What does he say? He just says,
again, we should talk about William.
He wants me to go to his farm.
Poor man.
Will you not visit him?
I'm not going to any farm!
You're all he's got, Daisy.
Well, then, he's got nobody

cos he hasn't got me.

I'm sorry, m'lady, I didn't
think you'd want to change tonight.
I don't. I just need a handkerchief.
How's her ladyship?
Not good, I'm afraid.
What is it?
I don't mean to bother you, m'lady.
Go on.
Can you keep a secret?
Well, I know you can.
You see, Mr Bates and I had a plan.
To get married this coming Friday.
What?
He's worried the police haven't
finished with him and, if he's right,
then, I'm not going
through it with no
proper place in his life.
A brave decision.
Or a stupid one.
Anyway, with her ladyship ill now
and half the servants on their
backs and everybody working
- Where is the marriage to be?
Just in a register office in Ripon.
It wouldn't take long but... Go.
I'll cover for you. We're all here.
You won't help mama by changing your

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.

Let him go to her. Let him be with

her. Surely you owe her that?
What happened?
This is how I found her.
It's bad, I'm afraid.
Very bad.
The worst. I don't understand.
When I was with her, she was fine.
It's a strange disease with sudden,
savage changes.
I'm terribly sorry. What can I do?
Can I talk to her? Yes. Of course.
My darling. Can you hear me?
It's me. It's Matthew.
Matthew.
I'm so glad you're here.
Of course I'm here.
Darling, where else would I be?
Isn't this better?
Really?
I don't understand you.
You have to make our decision.
Be happy.
For my sake.
Promise me.
It's all I want for you.
Remember that.
That's what I want.
But I can't be happy.

Not without you.

How could I be happy?
What are you doing?
They were put up for the wedding,
Mr Crawley.
My dear chap.
I cannot find the words to say how
sorry I am.
How is cousin Cora?
Much better, thank you.
Glad to hear it.
I came to see if there's
anything I can do.
We've taken care of all that.
We always use Grassby's. Of course.
Travis suggested Monday for the
funeral to give people time to get
here. It will be in tomorrow's paper.
That's very kind of you.
Mary wanted to see you.
No!
I mean, I...
don't really want to see anyone.
Not yet.
Now I know everything's
settled, I'll go back.
When you speak to her father,
do ask him to stay here.
Thank you.

He'll be very grateful.

Just tell me what you want me to do
and I'll do it.
Are you feeling more yourself?
A bit.
I still can't get over it.
I hope you'll not pretend you liked
her now.
I didn't want her here,
Mrs Hughes, I'll admit.
But I had no objection to her being
happy somewhere else.
A sight to gladden my heart.
Is it? I hope it is.
You gave us quite a fright.
They told me about Lavinia.
The funeral is on Monday.
I'd like to go, if I can.
We're all right,
aren't we, Robert?
Of course we are.
I got so caught up in
everything, I think
I neglected you and
if I did, I'm sorry.
Don't apologise to me.
Ethel!
Whatever are you doing here at this
time of night?

I said I'd be back with

my answer and here I am.
You know we're a
house in mourning?
Yes and I'm sorry.
But, if anything, it's made my mind
up for me.
Life is short and what's my life
without Charlie?
They're not having him.
As long as you're sure.
They say they can do
better for him but what's
better than his mother's love?
Answer me that.
I'll write and tell them.
You agree with me, though, don't
you?
My opinion has no place in this.
'I, John Bates.'
'I, John Bates.'
'Take thee, Anna May Smith.'
'Take thee, Anna May Smith.'
'To be my wedded wife.'
'To be my wedded wife.'
'I, Anna May Smith.'
I, Anna May Smith.
Take thee, John Bates.
Take thee, John Bates.

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.

There's no harm done.

No harm done yet.
I'm almost packed.
And I've given in my notice.
This is the name and address
of my man of business.
Why?
You don't owe me anything.
It's not for you.
It's for Freddie.
Let me give him a start in life.
I'm not sure ...
It would make me very happy.
If I thought that, then I'd take it,
gladly.
Will you be happy?
Really?
I have no right to be unhappy,
which is almost the same.
Almost.
Not quite.
Can I kiss you before I go?
The secret Mrs Bates.
We will tell everyone but I thought
we should leave it a while.
At least till after
the funeral, anyway.
You'll have to control yourselves.
Well, we've had enough practise.

Come with me.

Smuggle Bates in here
when everyone has gone to bed.
And for heaven's sake,
make sure he gets the right room.
I don't know what to say, m'lady.
Who did all this?
Jane.
I told her. She said it would be her
leaving present.
You can stay all night.
She won't tell.
M'lady, thank you.
Very, very much.
Are you sure you should be up,
Mr Carson?
I wanted to check the silver before
tomorrow.
I think I've cleaned all the pieces
we might need.
We'll get everything ready
the moment breakfast is over.
Thank you for the way you've kept it
all going, Thomas.
I wish I knew how to express
my gratitude.
You'll find a way, Mr Carson.
I think that's everything we owe.
Thank you, Mrs Hughes.

I'm sorry you're going, Jane.

You're a good worker.
I wish you well.
I'm sorry, too, Mrs Hughes.
But in the end I think it's for the
best.
For everyone.
When all is said and done, my dear,
you may be right.
Well, ... Mrs Bates?
You've had your way with me.
I just hope you don't live to regret
it.
I couldn't regret it.
No matter what comes.
I know only that I am now
who I was meant to be.
I'm not worthy of you,
that's all I know.
And they'll call me names
for pulling you into my troubles.
Mr Bates.
We've waited long enough to be
together, you and I.
And now that we're man and wife,
can that not be enough,
just for this one night?
Earth to earth,
ashes to ashes,

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.

I heard about that.

There's nothing so wrong as when
young folks die.
Nay, needn't hide your tears from
me, love.
It does me good to see how much you
loved him, it does.
You must tell me if there's anything
I can do.
Anything at all.
Thank you.
But I don't think so.
That night when we were dancing.
Lavinia came downstairs.
She heard, she...
She saw everything.
How terrible for her.
I'm so sorry.
Because of what she saw,
she thought we should cancel
the wedding.
That I belonged with you.
Not with her.
She gave up because of us.
She said tome when she was dying,
"Isn't this better?"
I know it's a cliche but...
I believe she died of a broken
heart because of that kiss.

We were the ones who killed her.

Matthew. I could never be happy
now. Don't you see?
We're cursed, you and I.
And there's nothing to be done
about it.
Let's be strong, Mary.
Let's accept that this is the end.
Of course it's the end.
How could it not be?
I'm so very sorry about this.
Thank you.
Can I walk you up to the house
or...? Certainly, you can.
I want you to.
So sad.
Why are you here? To pay my respects
to Miss Swire. And to see Sybil.
Lady Sybil! Papa, what's the point
in all that nonsense?
I suppose you'll go to Dublin now,
isn't that your plan? In a day or two.
Mama is well again and I see no
reason to delay.
Although, I do so wish
we could have parted friends.
What about you?
Do you want to part friends?
I do. Although I don't expect to.

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.

No, we must work with what

we've got to minimise the scandal.
But what have we got to work with?
You'd be surprised.
He's political, isn't he?
And a writer.
I could make something out of that.
And there's a family called Branson
with a place not far from Cork.
I believe they have a
connection with the Howards.
Surely we can hitch
him onto them?
Mr Bates! You all right,
Mrs Patmore? I'm all right.
There are two men waiting for you
in the servants hall.
Are you looking for me?
John Bates?
Yes. You are under arrest
on the charge of willful murder.
You are not obliged to say anything
unless you desire to do so.
Whatever you say will be
taken down in writing and
may be given in evidence
against you upon trial.
I understand.
No! No!

Please, ... do whatever is required.

I love you.
And I love you.
For richer, for poorer.
For better, for worse. Come along, sir.
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Literally he has to
fall flat on his face.
When are they gonna kiss?
They finally kiss.
An explosion went off right in front
of our faces.
Hear what they really think of their

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

you given any thought

to his replacement?
There'll be plenty of time for that
conversation after the trial.
Cut there, reset, thank you.
Resetting.
So far we've met characters in
the Downton saga.
Whatever their position in society,
they all have a place in the story.
When we were devising Downton,
we knew it was very important that
we would treat everyone equally.
We just wanted a group of people who
were all, for one reason or another,
living in this one house
but with different expectations of
life
and they go through different
traumas but equal traumas.
and in a great house with more than
bedrooms, they had plenty to do.
The house is kind of like a swan.
It's beautiful and graceful and
floating above the surface
and underneath the legs are kind of
going wild making it all happen
and the servants are like the legs
of the house.

You get barely time to,

well, I won't say it
but, yes, you know what I mean.
We all know who's boss upstairs.
The Dowager Countess.
I couldn't put it better myself.
But, if anything, the hierarchy's even
stricter in the servants' quarters.
William, are you aware the seam at
your shoulder is coming apart?
Below stairs you
can generally tell
who is important to be seen
in the principal rooms
and in those days, it was
young men, the footmen.
They were the peacocks.
They are designed to reflect
the status the Granthams
are trying to convey.
Obviously, at the head of the chain
is Carson.
Downton Abbey. Carson the butler
speaking.
And Daisy, everybody knows, is at
the bottom.
And that is why she has the rotten,
miserable jobs,
doing all the gritty, earthy work

that has to be done.

We should go out to greet them.
And me, Mr Carson?
No, Daisy, not you.
She's never allowed to
be seen upstairs and
you can tell because
she's dressed that way.
Today, Britain's great
houses have lost
their traditional
kitchens and sculleries.
So, Daisy's world has been recreated
at the famous Ealing studios.
The upstairs cast rarely get to visit
the myriad of sets here
but it's where every downstairs scene
is shot
and the attention to detail is
amazing.
We used to have taps that worked but
they don't seem to be working any more.
The other day I went to turn the tap on
in a scene and I was gonna wash my hands
and they just didn't turn on,
so I was like, 'Oh, hm. '
But, yeah, this all works.
This gets very hot and you can
actually cook things.

I did a scene with Lady Sybil.

Why does everything go so lumpy?
And this comes out and they shoot
through there.
Ooh, there's this bit. I love the
household wants indicator.
It's an old-fashioned shopping list
and it's really cool.
If they ran out of things, they'd
just do that with the little tag.
How clever is that?
Even the food on set is authentic
for the period,
though once it's gone
cold after a few takes,
it doesn't taste
quite so delicious.
Just don't let Mrs Patmore hear you
say that.
Mrs Patmore looks ready to eat her
alive.
I was only trying to help. Oh!
Judas was only trying to
help, I suppose, when
he brought the Roman
soldiers to the garden.
When I first got the job,
people would say to me,
'Are you above stairs

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

cos she always has sayings and phrases.

You know, like... I'm trying to
think of one now.
It's just the sprat to catch the
mackerel. Is that a phrase?
He knows this is justthe sprat to
catch the mackerel.
He understands. He knows this is just
the sprat to catch the mackerel.
She's witty and she knows she's
witty and she enjoys it
and she enjoys put-downs and she's a
bit sarky.
Ooh, talk about making a silk purse
out of a sow's ear.
I wish we had a sow's ear.
It'd be better than this brisket.
The cook had a very tough working
life.
Will you leave me and let me get on
with this travesty?
I always feel with Mrs Patmore that
if she didn't keep up the cracks,
you know, she would just go forward
with her forehead on her elbows
and think,
'God, is this ever going to end?'
Ooh, what a dreadful thing.
In Britain's great

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

this different option now in her life.

This relationship grows but it takes
a long time to develop.
Everything we were talking about
was not what we were saying.
It's sad to think about.
It's always sad when
you love someone who
doesn't love you back,
no matter who you are.
Really we were kind of
saying, 'I really like you.
' 'I really like you. '
So, it's really nice to
play against the words and
play against what you're
actually talking about.
Perhaps Mr Patrick did love her
back, he just couldn't say.
Why ever not? Sometimes we're not at
liberty to speak.
Sometimes it wouldn't be right.
He doesn't wear his heart on his
sleeve.
He keeps it buried where it belongs
to reveal itself only when necessary.
And while Mr Bates plays his cards
close to his chest,
he still has to deal with hostility

and resentment below stairs.

Remember to help me
with the luggage.
Don't go running off.
I'll give you a hand.
I couldn't ask that, Mr Bates, not
in your condition.
How long do we have to put up with
this, Mr Carson, just so I know?
Someone with such an
injury would rarely,
if ever, be employed
in service in a house
so it's of huge import to him that's
he given this chance.
The arrival of a duke is
an honour for the house
and the servants must
make a good impression.
But for Bates, it's a moment of
shame.
I remember that scene vividly
because, initially,
it was going to be staged as the
character falling to his knees,
but I thought, metaphorically
and literally,
he has to fall flat on his face.
It was shot so many times,

I was winded for a few days.

But it was very important that we
saw this man's absolute humiliation.
Bates, are you all right?
Perfectly, my Lord.
But the physical scars are the least
of Bates's worries.
He can't escape his chequered past.
Nothing is harder to live
with than false hope.
I wish you'd just
come out with it.
With what?
Mr Bates has the most amount of
baggage of anybody, in
the world, I think.
Whatever it is you're keeping
secret.
He makes this, to me admirable, but
essentially unmodern decision...
I'm afraid I cannot answer that.
Not to burden everyone else
with his own troubles.
I just want to know the truth.
I cannot speak of it, my Lord.
But, of course, in a way it plays
against him.
I bet Thomas would like it if they
took you for a thief.

It means people can believe anything

of him.
Yes, I expect he would.
She's a real trooper
to stick by him but
that's because they're
so in love, you know.
(WINDOW OPENS)
The servants might have
it tough but being
at the helm of this
ship isn't easy either.
Pregnant?
Especially with daughters like
these.
The Turk is a true story.
I think he's dead.
The sisters are wicked with each
other. She's a bit of a bitch.
So, he slipped the hook.
Downton Abbey's sumptuous setting is
perhaps the biggest star of the show.
The cast and crew have spent more
than days
filming many of the upstairs scenes
at the magnificent Highclere castle.
It's like working in a piece of
living history.
When you walk into the hall it's

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

Lady Mary's life by a maritime disaster.

I thought it was supposed
to be unsinkable.
I can't make myself believe it.
Is it really true?
Afraid so.
But all them people freezing to
death in the midnight icy water.
The heir to Downton Abbey has gone
down with the Titanic.
This alters everything.
And the entail means Lord
Grantham's title, estate
and fortune must go to the
nearest male relation.
An entail, yes. Yeah, we all had to
have a bit of a lesson on that.
The entail must be smashed.
You can't break it. I'll tell you
that.
I've tried. Can't break it.
It's a very strange thing that's
asked of him, I think.
You know, to come into
their midst and be told
that, 'One day, my son,
all this will be yours. '
You know, it's very odd.
Welcome to Downton.

Thank you. You've been so kind.

It is my duty to make sure that he
comes to terms with that, actually.
They're going to have to make the
best of it.
What should we call each other?
Well, we could always start with Mrs
Crawley and Lady Grantham.
Everybody's trying to
throw him curve balls and
Mary, in particular, is
very keen to wrong foot him
and prove that he's
not the right man for
the job and that he
shouldn't be there.
By the way, if ever you
want to ride, just let
Lynch know and he'll
sort it out for you.
Oh, Papa, cousin Matthew doesn't
ride. I ride.
Mary is irritated, frustrated,
angered by her loss of her own,
what she thinks should have been her
inheritance.
The vast majority of
aristocratic families,
the women have no rights at all.

If they could make a good marriage, then

they could become very powerful indeed.
But if they did not make a good
marriage, they had nothing.
To Lady Mary's family, the solution
to her problem is simple.
Marry a man who can
barely hold his knife
like a gentleman?
Oh, you exaggerate.
When marrying well is your sole
ambition, dressing the part is vital.
I'll admit that if I ever
wanted to attract a man,
I'd steer clear of those
clothes and that hat.
Day to day life for the girls really
would have meant a lot of changing.
They would always change for dinner,
even if it's just the five of them,
they'll be wearing
their pearls, their
diamonds and their long,
beautiful dresses.
So, I don't know how they got much
else done.
It takes quite a while to put on
those dresses.
Behind the scenes, a team of six

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.

Downstairs girls, we get really bad

costume envy.
If suddenly
an upstairs character is around,
that's when you start to feel like,
'Oh, my God, I'm so depressed. '
When Lady Crawley comes down, I was
so confused.
I called her Your Majesty by mistake
three times in the scene.
Your Ladyship, I
went, 'Your Majesty.
' Cos I felt like I was
talking to the Queen.
There was no sort of real rapport with
her because she was so different.
Upstairs the finest clothes come out
for visiting dignitaries.
But not every guest is an exciting
prospect.
A Mr... Kemal Pamuk.
I can see him now, a funny
little foreigner with
a wide, toothy grin and
hair reeking of pomade.
I wouldn't quite say that. Here he
is now.
Lady Mary Crawley, I presume?
You presume right.

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?

You believe I'm much more of a rebel

than I am.
Now please go.
It's in an era when there
are huge ramifications
for such a thing
being discovered.
Unfortunately in a way that only
Julian can dream up, she is caught
and I don't need to tell you how.
I think he's dead.
No, I'm sure he's dead.
The Turk is a true story.
It's always rather interesting
that what seems the
most fictional is in fact
based entirely in truth.
A great friend of ours who
is an owner of a great
house came upon a diary
of one of his great aunts
and this whole incident is recorded.
Now we must decide what to do for
the best.
There's only one thing we can do.
It's just this dark secret between
the two floors, you know,
I think that's what is so brilliant
about Downton.

It's when the characters come together

that makes it so interesting.
We did all the scenes where we were
carrying Mr Pamuk through the house
and it was a mixture of
it being kind of fun
but also really, really
shocking as well.
Something happened to Mary.
She made this
huge mistake and now
she's damaged goods.
I can't make his eyes stay shut.
It certainly made her more human and
much more vulnerable as a person.
Of course it would
happen to a foreigner.
It's typical.
Don't be ridiculous.
I'm not being ridiculous.
No Englishman would
dream of dying in
someone else's house.
Especially someone they didn't even
know.
But Mary's scandalous story doesn't
stay secret for long,
thanks to the unsisterly behaviour of
Lady Edith Crawley.

We have three grown-up, very rich girls

who are bored out of their skull.
All their energy is turned into this
sibling rivalry and fighting
and bitterness and jealousy.
Spare me your boasting, please.
Now who's jealous?
I told my family. I said this part,
this sister, she's not very nice.
She's a bit of a bitch,
Edith, and after the
first three episodes or
so, my mum said to me,
'I don't know what you're talking about,
she's lovely, she's misunderstood. '
And by the end she
was like, 'No, yeah,
you're right, she's
awful, she's a bitch. '
Is it true you wrote to the Turkish
ambassador about Kamal?
Yeah, she behaves quite badly.
And what if I did? He had a right to
know how his countryman died...
in the arms of a slut.
She is not so good-looking.
She is not so charismatic as her
elder sister.
So, all of these men that are thrown

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

mockery? You should have more faith.

It's quite a bold move, in
those times, to be left
alone, having sandwiches
over a dining table.
It's much more racy than it sounds
these days
but it's a nice scene to
play because suddenly
all the electricity that's
been sparking around
and building up over the
course of the series,
you were allowed to
light the light bulb.
He proposed to me.
Oh, my dear.
Have you given him an answer?
Only that I'd think about it.
Always Mary has to think about it.
She's impulsive in some
ways but when it comes to
making a decision, she
finds it really difficult.
Pregnant?
You needn't be quite soshocked.
Cora's happy news does nothing to
help.
If your mother's child is a boy,

then he's the heir

and I go back to living on my wits
and 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?
It's the moment that she realises
that it's not going to happen,
I think that is the point
where Mary realises
that she does in fact
really love him.
So I've ruined everything.
But in , this whole
world of elegance
is turned upside
down for everyone.
Action!
It beats sitting round a dining
table for three days, I tell you.
Even the great class divide is under
threat.
When are they going to kiss?
Come on!
Are they ever going to kiss?
They finally kiss.
The First World War

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,

guys like me don't

always get asked to do,
sort of, heroic action
stuff, you know.
There will be explosions
on this take.
Let's make our hero heroic,
for goodness' sake.
Well, he's certainly going
to come across as that.
Give him something jolly brave to
do.
And action!
This is my wounded soldier.
Stuntman.
Yeah. I asked for the smallest,
lightest man they could find.
I've had no breakfast!
On location in Suffolk,
supporting artists
help bring to life this
bloodiest of all battles.
Whoo!
It's a world away from the splendour
of Downton Abbey.
I still think Maggie Smith should be
in this scene.
Lobbing mint imperials over the top!
And, action!

With the explosions and everything,

it does get your adrenalin going.
Like there. You know,
differently timed explosions
we hadn't rehearsed so
we were just playing it
as and when the crap falls on your
head, which is amazing.
Yeah, it beats sitting around a dining
table for three days, I tell you.
And the war makes its mark on
Downton Abbey.
Many of Britain's great
houses played a vital
role in nursing injured
soldiers back to health.
Highclere which is, you
know, the real Downton, was
not a convalescent home as
we have it but a hospital.
A rather extraordinary character
called Almina, Countess of Caernarfon,
got her father to fund a real
hospital.
Oh, really.
It's like living in a
second-rate hotel where the
guests keep arriving and
no-one seems to leave.

I think the war sort of broke that

vision that Edwardian England had
of itself as this sort of flawless
place
where everyone knew who they were
and what they should be doing.
Come on, damn you.
I think that was over.
While adjusting to the new order is
difficult for some,
for others, it offers a glimpse of
the future.
Interestingly the daughters rise to
the challenge first.
They find some useful purpose.
As soon as I've done this, I'll take
your orders for books.
She grows up and understands the
world in a different way
and I think that she can be helpful
and practical
and carve a role for
herself in the world
that doesn't just include
getting married.
I hadn't cast you as Florence
Nightingale.
We can't leave all the moral
high ground to Sybil.

She might get lonely there.

She's been in this house in this
sort of little Downton bubble
but being the kind of girl that she
is, she needs to do something.
She can no longer just sit there.
By joining the ranks of World War I's
, volunteer nurses,
Lady Sybil sees the world outside the
walls of Downton
and her taste of freedom has
far-reaching consequences.
We are talking about...
Branson, yes.
The chauffeur? Branson? What has he
said to you?
That he loves me and he wants me to
run away with him. Good God in heaven.
He falls head over heels in love and
then spends a long time
trying to convince her that she
should do the same for him!
I'll stay in Downton until you want
to run away with me.
Don't be ridiculous.
She really has to consider losing
her family, her friends,
her security, her life, everything
she's grown up with.

In the close confines of a

house like Downton Abbey,
it's not easy to pursue love
across the class divide.
She's sort of constantly kind of,
you know, popping into garage.
I wish I knew how an engine worked.
I can teach you if you'd like.
You know in that way when
you like someone and
you just want to sort
of, you know, hang out.
Myself and Jess were joking, we're
back here again.
It's three years later and I'm still
tinkering with this car.
And, you know, we spent a long time
in the garage of Downton.
Oh, don't badger me, please.
It is slow burning.
The whole way through
I was constantly
reading scripts going,
'When are they going to kiss? Will
they ever kiss?
I have to say I think Branson's very
patient.
I wonder how many other people would
wait for that long.

You get that sense every time she goes

back to the garage, people are like,
'If you don't kiss, I'll
throw something at the TV.
' It's like, 'Come on!'
Yes, you can kiss me.
They finally kiss.
And at last, Lady Sybil and Branson
escape the garage.
Oh, my God. She's eloped. She's on
her way to Gretna Green.
They keep leaving notes. This is the
problem.
If they didn't leave notes, they would
have been away, married and everything.
You don't expect a car chase in
Downton.
I suppose we do have one.
Everyone keep an eye out for the
motor.
Mary and Edith get in a car together
and run and save their sister.
(KNOCK AT DOOR)
How did you find us? How did you
know?
But these two fear no-one...
not even Lord Grantham.
Yes? He bursts straight into them after
dinner, which is completely unheard of.

Number one, he's a chauffeur, he

shouldn't even be in the house.
You've 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?
In the scene, everyone's
so shocked kind of going,
'When did this happen?
How did this happen?'
I won't allow it. I will not allow
my daughter to throw away her life.
You can posture it all you like,
Papa, it won't make any difference.
Oh, yes it will. How?
I don't want any money. You can
hardly lock me up until I die.
That's brave, I think, for the time.
I think that's a pretty brave thing
to do.
Tom.
Downton's ordered world appears to be
crumbling.
At least there's one couple doing
things properly.
Mr Bates, is this a proposal?
If that's what you want to call it.

And you might start calling me John.

Everything is rosy in the garden
until the arrival of his first wife.
As an actress I was really pleased
that it all went wrong
cos I thought I don't want
it to just be happily
ever after cos otherwise
I'll be bored.
You see, if you don't
come back to me, I'm
going to the newspapers
with a cracking story
and I'd like to bet the Grantham's
won't survive it. Oh?
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 bad enough that
he won't come back,
that's bad enough but
that's liveable with.
The idea that he won't
come back cos he's going
to be happy with someone
else, is intolerable.
Vera's interference...
You bitch.

Is enough to push Bates to the

limit.
Your Lordship, I need to go to
London tomorrow.
Please say this concerns property
and not the former Mrs Bates.
I only wish she was the former, my
Lord, or, better still, the late.
Yeah, it does get
worse and worse.
You know, it does get worse
and worse for Bates.
It's erm... He has a pretty rum time
of it.
But could Bates have been driven to
murder?
His wife's dead.
In the shadow of Vera's death,
Bates and Anna finally marry.
The scene this afternoon is their
wedding night.
They finally get married.
Which has been a long time coming.
It's the couple's most intimate
scene yet.
It's a costume drama with no
costumes on.
The setting for their
wedding night is a

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.

Your lot buys it,

my lot inherits is.
In lots of ways he should appear a
good catch.
You see, I want you to marry me.
He's quite famous. Her position in
society would be very high.
She would have quite an interesting
life with him socially.
But he's...
You know, there's a toughness,
there's a ruthlessness about him
that is very much part of the
business that he's in.
I want to be a good husband and for
you to be happy
but don't ever cross me, do you
understand?
Never.
And having a little bit of badness
in you is always quite fun.
She's with this person who she's now
going to spend the rest of her life with
and she doesn't love him.
Lady Mary's true love is
back at the front fighting
for his country alongside
footman William.
Am I ready?

Only you can answer that, sir.

And they are not to be spared.
I had to run out of the
crater and look ahead as if
we were going to charge but
then hear the incoming.
Shout for him, push him out of the
way...
and then an explosion went off right
in front of our faces.
So, I essentiallysaved his life.
One last act of loyalty to
the members of the house.
Unlike William, Matthew
survives but like so many
veterans of the First World
War, he returns a broken man.
I've still got this funny thing with
my legs, I can't seem to move them.
You know, to be told
that you may never
walk again, you know,
it's not good news.
My God.
Is something wrong, sir?
No, nothing.
BUT miraculously...
It's too heavy for you.
No, it's not. Look out!

Heavens, that was a near thing.

My God.
I gather Julian did his medical
research, this has happened
and his ability to walk is recovered
slowly and quite surprisingly.
Mary! Girls! Cora! Come at once!
And then the celebrations
come in and those were lovely
scenes to play when we're
running down the stairs.
Action.
Cora! Everyone! Everyone, come at
once and see this!
And everyone's so excited and joyful
and weeping.
They use a steadicam
shot which is where our
cameraman sort of straps a
giant robot to his person
and charge down the stairs with
Lavinia, through the library,
and come and find me
slightly... surprised, I think.
Is it true? Is it true what Lavinia
says?
It's a miracle!
Is it true? Is it true what Lavinia
says?

I can't believe it.

It's so wonderful.
I cannot begin to tell
you what this means.
Well, it's pretty
good news for me too.
And there's more cause for
celebration upstairs and down.
I am 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.
But in Downton Abbey, as
in the rest of post-war
Europe, the euphoria
doesn't last long.
They had just got
to the end of this
massive killing fields
of central Europe,
they'd finally got home,
'Phew, I made it, '
and then as the war ends, Spanish
flu arrives and lays waste to them.
Are you too hot
in that, my lady?
We still have time to change.
No, I'm fine.
I thought it was important to fill

Downton with Spanish flu.

Molesley too? Good heavens.
Everyone's falling like ninepins.
Lavinia?
Do you know, I'm not at all well
either.
It was a vicious disease and
effected the young specifically,
which is what makes it all
the more tragic, especially
after World War I when
so many young men died.
And it did hit you hard and fast.
Wasn't there a masked ball in Paris,
when cholera broke out?
Half the guests were dead before
they left the ballroom.
Thank you, Mama. That's cheered us
up no end.
Oh, no.
Spanish flu was the worst
pandemic in history, killing
more than million
people across the globe.
And as it wreaks havoc at Downton, Mary
and Matthew find themselves alone.
As much as he loves
Lavinia, as beautiful as
she is and as wonderful

as she's been to him,

there's a fire that he can't quite
put out and...
God, Mary.
He's a terribly romantically
confused man.
How can you resist, you know, you're
dancing with Lady Mary.
There's music playing,
it's, you know...
Hello?
What are you doing up?
She is head over heels in love with
Matthew
and to see him completely head over
heels in love with somebody else,
is the most devastating thing
imaginable.
But Lavinia has much more than a
broken heart to contend with.
How's Lavinia?
All right, I think.
The nature of Spanish flu was that
just as you appeared to look as
though you were recovering,
you were at your most vulnerable.
Is it Mama?
That's what's so... It's Lavinia.
If you then got the second degree of

Spanish flu and it went into the lungs,

you would die probably quite
quickly.
There was no medicine available, as
there is now, to deal with it.
Can you hear me? It's me.
It's Matthew.
I knew it was going to come to this
dramatic end and I loved that, actually,
I was, sort of, quite excited by
that.
Now, I'm kind of gutted
because I absolutely
loved doing this job,
absolutely loved it.
Be happy...
for my sake.
And then, of course, she takes it
that she has this broken heart,
which then leads to her death which
is so sudden.
We're cursed, you and I, and there's
nothing to be done about it.
He is a man in hell and the only thing
that will answer is to punish himself
because the one thing that mustn't
be rewarded, in his mind, is sin.
This is the end.
Of course it's the end.

After everything that's happened

above and below stairs,
Downton Abbey is in turmoil.
For the family and their staff,
things can't get much worse.
But who knows what might happen in
the future?
The Christmas special might give us
a few more clues.
A happy Christmas to us all.
ALL: Happy Christmas.
Don't forget to make a wish.
So, what are the cast hoping
Christmas will bring?
I would like Daisy to have a new dress
and a promotion and a new love interest.
I mean, I know I'm a dog's body
but...
How can you choose today, of all
days, to complain about your lot?
God, I just... I've no idea. I think
they are truly in love.
You would have to be to make that
kind of leap.
Things are going very, very badly in
terms of the future of the girls.
Cora, if there is something and you
know what it is, tell me, please.
Perhaps it's time.

Let's just say I hope things

improve.
Let's all make a wish.
A wish and a prayer.
Is this about Bates, again?
I think they'll come good in the
end.
I think they... they kind of... Well,
they don't have to, I suppose,
but I think everyone wants them to
do well.
How terrible it is. We mustn't lose
faith. He's been wrongly accused.
I'm sure you hope so. We know so.
Now, Thomas.
It would be nice to see
her having some sort of
personal happiness outside
cooking a souffle.
Be nice if she had a gentleman
friend, wouldn't it?
Happy new year.
ALL: Happy new year.
Well, Mary and Matthew have just got
to get together.
They're meant to be together.
I deserve to be unhappy, so does
Mary.
But maybe they can't be. I mean,

maybe it's too late.

Fingers crossed.
Forgive me if I'm casting a gloom.
Don't be silly.
And Lord Grantham would like...
Well, that would be telling.
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Come here, you!
Out you get.
Untie these ropes
as quickly as you can.
What do you think, Mary?
Perfect.
Daisy! Get downstairs with those now!
I say!
Mary! Happy Christmas!
And to you.
Anna, this is for you.
The usual cloth for a frock,
I'm afraid.
But I hope you like the other thing.
I'm sure I will, m'lady. Thank you.
We all prayed for him
in church this morning.
Happy Christmas, Anna.
I can't wait for you to open this.
Thank you, Your Ladyship.

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

for one life.

And Rosamund's forced me
to invite Lord Hepworth.
Really?
I told him I was coming down here
and he dropped hint after hint!
Perhaps he has nowhere to go.
It can be a lonely time of year.
Jinks Hepworth lonely?
I find that hard to believe.
Hepworth men don't go in
for loneliness much.
How do you know him?
I knew his father
in the late Sixties.
Mais ou sont les neiges d'antan?
Isobel told me you were telephoning
for news of Mr Swire.
How is he?
Not good.
I am catching the train
first thing in the morning.
I hope I'm in time.
Is it as bad as that?
I'm so sorry.
Matthew is going to London tomorrow.
Lavinia's father is ill.
Better warn Robert
if you'll miss the shoot.

I'll be back by New Year's Day.

He won't last that long, I'm afraid.
Forgive me if I'm casting a gloom.
Don't be silly. We're all under
the shadow of Bates's trial.
Will any of you have to testify?
Only Papa and some of the servants.
But I'm going to support Anna.
Would you like me to come with you?
To explain what's happening.
Or will you do that?
Richard wants to go back to work
the day after the shoot.
Don't you?
Yes, I do.
Now, Thomas.
What's this?
It's a board for planchette.
What's that?
A game. Well, not quite a game,
more a method of communication.
How?
Never mind.
I'll take it if you like.
Sybil's favourite.
A happy Christmas to us all!
Happy Christmas!
Don't forget to make a wish.
Let's all make a wish.

A wish and a prayer.

Is this about Bates again?
My new maid says the servants' hall
is full of it. How terrible it is.
We mustn't lose faith.
He's been wrongly accused.
I'm sure you hope so.
We know so.
How has Mr Murray managed
to have the trial held in York?
I don't know, but thank God he has.
And he's confident?
He seems to be.
Lawyers are always confident
before the verdict.
It's only afterwards
they share their doubts.
Is anyone there?
Is anyone there?
You must take it seriously,
otherwise they'll be offended.
What is it?
We're talking to the dead.
But how? They can't talk back.
They can. That's the whole point.
Come on, Daisy.
No, I don't think it's right.
If you'll all be quiet,
I'll try again.

Is there anyone there?

Yes, someone is there.
What is going on?
We're just playing a game.
An unsuitable game, Miss O'Brien.
Especially on Christmas night.
Please put it away at once.
I'm surprised at you, Daisy.
Are you sure there's nothing in it?
Quite sure, thank you.
Don't you believe in spirits, then?
Well, I don't believe
they play board games.
You're reading.
For heavens' sakes, yes,
I'm reading. It's a book title.
No talking.
I know, but honestly!
Five words.
Fourth word.
Two syllables.
First syllable.
Fighting!
Banging!
Drum!
They'll never get it.
Shake! Mad!
Do you always play charades
on Christmas night?

This isn't charades,

this is the game.
Trip!
Do you enjoy these games in which
the player must appear ridiculous?
Sir Richard, life is a game in which
the player must appear ridiculous.
Not in my life.
Fall past.
Fell! Wildfell!
The Tenant Of Wildfell Hall!
Isis!
Richard, your turn. Come on.
How soon your maxim will be tested.
If Mr Bates should not come back...
I am not replacing Bates.
What were you going to say?
Only that I know that Thomas
is keen to be promoted.
The trouble is, being dressed and
undressed is an intimate business.
We've forgiven Thomas
his early sins, I know.
But I cannot imagine I would ever
quite feel trust.
Say no more, my Lord.
I'm sure Mr Bates will
be home soon, which
will settle the matter.

We're running out of time now.

Did you make all that?
Yes, why?
And you're still
only the kitchen maid?
I don't know what I am.
You could be a sous chef at least
in London.
I don't know what a sous jeff is.
Or a cook.
Maybe not in a house like this.
But you wouldn't have to go far down
the ladder before they'd snap you up.
Daisy, find Thomas and tell him
the tea's ready to go up.
Then we should get started on the
mixture for the cheese souffles.
Does Daisy cook the souffles too?
What's it to you?
What do you mean, you've
invited Anthony Strallan?
I thought it was just us.
Getting important!
He never used to use a chauffeur.
Well, you were so disappointed
that he wouldn't come shooting.
Good afternoon, Lady Grantham.
Lady Edith!
What a charming surprise.

It's been far too long.

It's so nice to see you.
It's such a relief
to see any of our
friends who've made
it through unscathed.
I'm afraid I haven't quite.
I took a bullet in the wrong place.
Seems to have knocked out my right arm.
But not forever surely?
The upshot is, I'm afraid, the wretched
thing is now no use to man or beast.
Well, now we know why you didn't
want to come shooting.
Indeed.
So how is everyone?
Lady Sybil is married, I hear.
Living in Ireland.
How was the wedding?
Quiet.
It was in Dublin.
They didn't want a big affair.
Did you all get over?
Mary and I did. Papa...
No, we were all ill. Isn't it sad?
What's he like?
He's political.
As long as he's on the right side!
So does he shoot?

I'm... sure he does.

But I don't think pheasants.
Mr Murray thinks a reference
from an earl will go in my favour.
I'm not sure such things matter
when it comes to murder.
I think it will help.
Because you want to think so.
Anna, you must prepare for the worst.
I'm not saying it will happen,
but you must prepare for it.
I know it could happen.
I do.
But the time to face it
is after it has happened.
And not before.
Grant me that?
Lady Grantham, Lady Rosamund.
Hello, Lord Hepworth. Welcome.
Thank you.
Will your man be coming on
from the station, my Lord?
I haven't got one with me.
Is that a nuisance? I'm so sorry.
Not at all, my Lord. Thomas will
take care of you while you're here.
Splendid.
Do come in.
Thank you.

This came for you

in the evening post.
It's from Sybil.
You must go up and change.
So what do you make
of Rosamund's pal?
He seems agreeable enough.
I suspect he's in the profession
of making himself agreeable.
O'Brien says Rosamund's maid
speaks very highly of him.
That seems a good reference to me.
What is it?
Sybil's pregnant!
I see.
So that's it, then.
No return. She's crossed the Rubicon.
She crossed it when she married him,
Robert.
She says we're not to tell anyone,
not even the girls.
I wondered why she didn't ask
to come for Christmas.
Would you have allowed it?
Well, well. So we're to have
a Fenian grandchild.
Cheer up.
Come the revolution, it may be useful
to have a contact on the other side.

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?

Make him grateful.

Do him a good turn.
Hide something he loves,
and find it and give it back.
Miss O'Brien!
Not long now.
Does everyone have a glass?
Anthony Strallan was at Grannie's
for tea the other day.
So I know why he wouldn't shoot.
He's hurt his arm.
Shame. Well, we shall try again
next year.
I am sorry I started that.
Now don't encourage it.
She'd spend her life as a nursemaid.
He's got no use.
Once again, the servants are
downstairs and we're on our own.
In the whole year, we
fend for ourselves
at Christmas lunch and
on New Year's Eve.
It doesn't seem much to me.
You haven't had to fight
for what you've got.
Do try to get past that.
It makes you sound so angry
all the time.

I hope London wasn't too grim.

I got down there in time,
which is the main thing.
And I was with him when he died.
So he wasn't alone.
I'm so sorry, and so glad.
Here we go.
- Happy new year!
- Happy new year!
Happy new year.
Happy new year, Mama.
! Is it to be believed?!
I feel as old as Methuselah!
But so much prettier.
When I think what the last
ten years has brought,
God knows what we're in for now.
He's pushing his luck.
How?
He wants me to speak up for him
to Lady Rosamund.
If I were you, I'd keep out of it.
We'll walk to the first drive
then use the wagonette.
Splendid. I hope you're going to
stand by me.
I thought I'd chum my brother.
Cora's coming after luncheon.
The second drive, then.

You ladies will have to

distribute your charms
fairly as there are only three of you.
Lady Mary?
Lady Mary will stand by me.
Now just...
You said you were going to stand
by me for the first drive.
Did I?
Yes, I think I did.
And one for you. Splendid.
Why don't you have a loader?
Barnard would have found you one.
I'm not very good at it.
This or double guns,
and I don't want a witness.
I'm a witness.
Then please don't spread the word
of my incompetence.
I never know which is worse,
the sorrow when you
hit the bird or the
shame when you miss it.
Thank you for intervening
back there.
Before I said something rude.
He does rather beg to be teased.
The awful truth is, he's starting
to get on my nerves.

Still, you're not the person

to burden with that.
You're still going to marry him
though.
Of course! Why wouldn't I?
Ha! I think I might have
got that one.
You must promise faithfully to lie
when they ask you how I did.
Daisy, you've got a visitor.
I were visiting the grave.
I thought to myself, 'Why
not go and see her now?'
Take William's blessing with me.
Why not go and sit for a moment
in the servants' hall?
We're sending out the shooting lunch.
As soon as we've finished, Daisy
can bring you a cup of tea.
You won't mind, will
you, Mrs Hughes?
Indeed I will not. This way.
He's here now. So I think
I should make things clear.
Don't, Daisy, please. William
wouldn't thank you for it.
He won't thank me for bamboozling
his old dad neither.
I know you're going to say no,

but I was just passing

and I suddenly thought,
'Why don't we go for a
drive, like we used to?'
I don't think I should.
I really can't spare the time.
Would you like a cup of something?
All right. Yes, thank you.
That would be nice.
Is everyone well?
Quite well.
Lady Edith will be joining me
for tea.
Certainly, sir.
As a matter of fact, I'm glad I've
got you to myself for a moment.
I feel it gives me the chance
to make some things clear.
I'm not sure I was that clear
when we met the other day.
It's been worrying me.
I don't understand.
You see, I couldn't bear for you
to think that we might...
take up together again.
When, of course, we can't.
Because of what Mary said that time?
Because you know it wasn't true.
She only said it to spite me.

No, it's not because of that.

And if you say it wasn't true,
I'm sure it wasn't.
You see, the thing is...
I'm far too old for you.
I don't agree.
Of course I am. And now...
I'm a cripple. I don't need a wife,
I need a nurse.
And I couldn't do that to someone
as young and as lovely as you.
I don't accept a single word
of that speech.
Lady Edith...
If you think I'm going to give up
on someone who calls me lovely...
I'm afraid you must.
Lovely.
I'd like you to know
the place he grew up.
He always wanted
to work with animals.
Horses really.
But his mother saw him as a butler.
Lording it over a great house.
He loved you both so much.
I'm only grateful
his mother went first.
She couldn't have borne it.

No, but she would have had to face

it, wouldn't she? Like you.
We all have to face the truth,
don't we?
We do, lass. Hard as it may be.
Because I want to tell you
the truth.
William and me were
friends for a long time
before we started to
feel something more.
That's always the best way,
isn't it?
To know that there's friendship
as well as passion.
Yes, but you see, I didn't.
I didn't feel the love...
so soon.
So I'm afraid I wasted some of the
time we could have spent together.
No, you didn't, Daisy.
You gave him the thrill
of the chase.
He talked of nothing but you from
dawn till the cows came home!
And when he saw you felt the same,
well,
the pleasure was all the sweeter
the waiting. I promise you.

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.

We could have used

one of the maids today.
Maids at a shooting lunch?!
Hardly!
Anna's very grateful
you're coming with us.
Well, I have to go to London,
but I'll be back.
What are you going for?
Reggie Swire's funeral.
He wanted his ashes to be buried
in Lavinia's grave.
I'll bring them back.
What does Mr Travis say?
I haven't asked him.
I thought I'd do it myself one day.
Let me know when.
I'd like to be there.
If you don't mind.
No, I don't mind.
This is very nice of you to spare
some time for a poor old woman.
Won't they miss you at the tea?
I'll regain some novelty value
at dinner.
Very well.
What shall we talk about?
Hatton?
Shall we discuss

why you never go there now?

Or Lougherle?
Or what about Hepworth House
in Grosvenor Square?
I spent so many happy evenings there.
With your father in hot pursuit!
I see it's time for some honesty.
A change is as good as a rest.
I think you know that Hatton's gone.
So has Lougherle.
And Hepworth House
had so many mortgages...
I could only sell it at a loss.
So my spies tell me.
So you want Rosamund...
Or rather, the fortune of the late
Mr Painswick to come to the rescue.
My feelings for Lady Rosamund
are sincere.
I admire her immensely.
I do not doubt it. My only fear
is that you admire her money more.
Lady Rosamund is too young
to be alone.
You'll concede there are many
varieties of happy marriage.
Maybe.
But they are all based on honesty.
I insist you tell the truth about

your circumstances to Rosamund.

After that, it's up to her.
Have you thought of a date?
When the men go through,
can I steal you for a moment?
There's something I should tell you.
Something nice, I hope.
Not very nice, no. But you can make
the nastiness go away.
Curiouser and curiouser.
I'd like to get married
in the spring or the summer.
I am only asking to set a date.
But what's the hurry?
Hurry?
Glaciers are fast
compared to you on this, Mary.
I warn you.
Even my patience has its limits.
Mary.
Can I help?
After today, I won't insult you
by asking what you mean.
You don't have to marry him,
you know.
You don't have to marry anyone.
You'll always have a home here
as long as I'm alive.
Didn't the war teach you

never to make promises?

Anyway, you're wrong.
I do have to marry him.
Why? Not to prove you've broken
with me surely?
We know where we stand.
No need for gestures.
If I told you the reason,
you would despise me.
And that I couldn't bear.
Mary?
Rosamund wants to play bridge
until the men come through.
Of course.
T.
O.
O.
F.
A.
T.
It says you're too fat.
My Archie never said that!
You're pushing the thing!
Come away, Daisy.
We've got work to do.
I hope it's rewarding work, Mrs Patmore.
Something to challenge our Daisy.
Leave it alone.
What did she mean, Miss Shore?

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

why she goes on with it.

Do you think there's some element
I might have overlooked?
Yes.
Cora, if there is something and you
know what it is, tell me, please.
Perhaps it's time.
I was hoping you'd say I was wrong.
You're not wrong. But if I do tell you,
swear not to fly off the handle.
And try not to be too hurt.
Now you must tell me because nothing
could be worse than my imaginings.
Very well. Do you recall a Turkish
diplomat who stayed here before the war?
I think I can be relied
on to remember any guest
who is found dead in
his bed next morning.
Well, that's the thing.
I wanted to explain
how it will work.
You'll both have received official
notification through the post.
But why have I been called?
What's it to me? I know nothing.
Since you are summoned
as witness for the
prosecution, the police

would obviously disagree.

But I'm there for the
prosecution too when
I have no doubt of Mr
Bates's innocence.
How can that be?
It will be made clear on the day.
Where does Anna stand in all this?
A wife cannot be compelled to
testify against her husband.
That's a mercy anyway.
As far as I could make out,
he was talking to his lawyer.
He seemed to be blaming his wife
for cancelling the divorce.
You heard this yourself?
I wasn't eavesdropping.
He was speaking loudly.
But I don't think you can blame him.
Just answer the questions, please,
Miss O'Brien.
When John Bates returned from London
on his final visit to Mrs Bates,
did you notice anything
about his appearance?
He had a scratch on his cheek.
But he might have got that...
I believe the maid, Anna Smith,
asked him how the meeting had gone.

Well, she and he were...

And how did he answer?
He said it had been worse
than she could possibly imagine.
And what did he call her?
I shouldn't have been listening
in the first place.
I had no right to be there.
But you were listening, Mrs Hughes.
So please tell us what he
called her when he grew angry.
He said she was a... bitch.
Did it sound as if he threatened
to strike her?
But what people say in an
argument...
Did he threaten to strike her?
I'm afraid he did, yes.
Every case looks as black as night by
the time the prosecution has finished.
We've heard nothing
in Bates's defence yet.
I can't believe Mrs Hughes
would say those things.
Miss O'Brien maybe,
but not Mrs Hughes.
It's difficult to lie on oath.
Few of us can manage it.
She looked as if she were in hell.

It does sound worse than I expected.

It's a great pity he didn't
speak up about buying the poison.
I told him to. I begged him to.
He should have listened.
Then it's down to me
to convince them that
this crime is simply not
in Bates's character.
So you have no doubt at all.
None whatsoever.
We served in the African war.
And I owe my life to
John Bates, who acted to
protect me without any
care for his own safety.
Is this a man who could plot
to kill his wife? Absolutely not.
Lord Grantham.
Did John Bates ever speak to you
about his wife?
Not that I recall.
Never?
He never once spoke one
word of this wife who'd
prevented all his dreams
from coming true?
Well... You know, one talks about
this and that.

Did he give you the impression he

was losing patience with Mrs Bates?
Around the time she had prevented
the divorce?
Were you aware that he was angry
at what had happened?
I suppose so.
Did he ask permission to travel to
London to see her that last time?
I believe he did.
And did you recommend restraint
in his dealings with his wife?
I don't think so.
You're absolutely sure?
Well...
Perhaps I may have done.
You did, Lord Grantham.
Mr Bates has, in his interviews,
stated that you prescribed discretion.
His case is that
he followed your advice.
But I wonder why the defence has
chosen not to refer to this.
I can't tell you.
No.
And was there one statement
of his that prompted
you to advise him to
moderate his behaviour?

I can't remember. Not precisely.

Give us an approximate.
I must urge that the witness
gives an answer.
I... said...
I hoped his trip to London was to
do with some property he owned.
And not to do with
the former Mrs Bates.
And how did he answer?
He said...
Lord Grantham.
He said,
'If only she was the former.
Or better still, the late.'
I don't know what to say, ma'am.
They twist your words.
You had to answer their questions.
I wish to God I'd never listened.
Well...
I suppose Anna is very bitter.
I wonder if you would tell her...
I know you're both praying for her.
Mrs Crawley, the jury has returned!
Are you all agreed?
We are, My Lord.
The prisoner will stand.
Do you find the prisoner to be
guilty or not guilty as charged?

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.

He's hardly the consummation

devoutly to be wished.
Did he tell you what I asked him
to tell you?
I know he has no fortune,
if that's what you mean.
No fortune? He's lucky not to be playing
the violin in Leicester Square.
He's fond of me, Mama.
I'm tired of being alone.
And I have money.
He's a fortune-hunter, my dear.
A pleasant one, I admit.
But a fortune-hunter.
Still, it's your decision.
So have you made it?
Not quite.
I'm going to ask Robert to get him
back for the servants' ball.
Will that happen after today?
Well, he can come and stay.
Whether or not we feel like dancing.
Thank you. We don't need anything.
Do sit down, Anna.
You mustn't think
that this is the end.
For the judge to pronounce a death
sentence is a matter of routine.
Routine?

He means the judge had no choice.

If a man is found guilty of murder,
he must be sentenced to death.
But there are many reasons
for it to be commuted. Many reasons.
Is being innocent one of them?
We have to work to change the
sentence to life imprisonment.
Life imprisonment!
Because it won't demand a retrial
or an overthrow of the Crown's case.
Once we have that, we can begin to
build a challenge to the verdict.
Do you understand?
Yes, m'lady, I do.
I still can't believe it.
I'm afraid you must.
We'll need you to write a letter
to the Home Secretary, Mr Shortt.
I'll leave for London at once
and put it into his hand myself.
He's a Liberal, isn't he? Pity.
He's a decent man.
The flaw in their case is
the question of premeditation.
Even if Mr Bates had
run to the cellar for
the poison and pushed
it into her food,

we can argue strongly

he didn't plan it.
He didn't plan it
because he didn't do it.
And we'll stress the circumstantial
nature of the evidence.
There may still be elements
that come to light.
What chance do you think we have?
It's not a good chance, Mrs Bates.
But there's still a chance.
When will they be back?
I'm not sure.
They took Anna to an inn
to help her catch her breath.
How will we ever face her?
With kindness, I hope.
When will he be hanged?
Her Ladyship wondered if you could
give her an account of the day.
Of course.
I'd like to say I may have been
called for the prosecution,
but I do not believe
in Mr Bates's guilt.
What about you, Miss O'Brien?
You're very quiet.
I'm sorry to have been part of it.
There'll have to be a new valet now,

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!

You've been hiding from us.

I couldn't do any more chatter.
Are the Crawleys still here?
They went ages ago.
Mama and Edith have gone up.
I'm so dreadfully,
dreadfully sorry about today.
I know you are. How's Anna?
I sent her to bed.
Can I ask you something?
Of course.
Do you stay with Carlisle
because he threatened to
expose the story of Mr
Pamuk dying in your bed?
When did you find out?
Your mother told me when
I asked why you were
still with Carlisle when
you are so tired of him.
How very disappointed you must be.
Your mama chose her moment well.
And you're not the first Crawley
to make a mistake.
To answer your question, it is...
partly true, though not entirely.
In Mama's phrase,
I am damaged goods now.
Richard is, after all, prepared

to marry me in spite of it.

To give me a position.
To give me a life.
And that's worth it?
Even though he already
sets your teeth on edge?
What about Matthew?
How does he view the late Mr Pamuk?
He doesn't know.
So that is not what split you apart.
I thought it might have been.
No, there were other reasons
for that.
To do with Lavinia.
I see.
And those reasons are final?
They are final for Matthew.
So, yes, they are.
Here is what I think.
Break with Carlisle.
He may publish but we'll be a house
of scandal anyway with Bates's story.
Go to America, stay with your
grandmother until the fuss dies down.
You may find the New World
is to your taste.
He'll keep my secret if I marry him.
Once, I might have thought that
a good thing.

But I've been through a war

and a murder trial since then.
To say nothing of your sister's
choice of husband.
I don't want my daughter to be married
to a man who threatens her with ruin!
I want a good man for you.
A brave man.
Find a cowboy in the Middle West and
bring him back to shake us up a bit.
Papa!
Have you got a minute, Mr Carson?
Only a minute. I have to go up
and attend to His Lordship.
Well, that's the point. This news
is going to change things, isn't it?
I have every hope that Mr Bates's
sentence will be commuted.
His Lordship is doing everything...
I know.
And I hope he's successful.
But even if he is, Mr Bates won't be
coming home this weekend, will he?
I'm afraid not.
So I... I wondered if you'd given
any more thought to my application.
I'm sorry, but I have spoken
to His Lordship and he
thinks you are more suited

to your present position.

He doesn't trust me, does he?
Because of the stealing.
I knew it.
What is it now?!
Nothing.
Well, it's not nothing, is it?!
I just feel taken for granted.
Sometimes I think that you don't
notice that I'm human at all.
So it's my fault?
You talk to me like
when I first came!
But I know things now.
Things I taught you!
Maybe, but I learned 'em.
And I work well, but you wouldn't
know it, the way I'm treated.
It may be wrong to complain
with Mr Bates like he is,
but it reminds me that life's short
and I'm wasting mine.
Daisy, you're tired.
Why not get away for a day?
You told Mr Mason
you'd go to the farm.
Go, then. Breathe the air.
Have a rest.
I couldn't. I don't think William

would like it.

You got my note.
I'm so glad you're here.
I feel somehow we were, all of us, part
of each other's story for a while.
And now that story is at an end.
In what way?
Matthew doesn't want to live here.
And I'm moving away soon.
You mean to Haxby?
Wherever I go, the time we shared
is over.
And Lavinia was a part of that.
Let's take a moment to remember her.
Our Father, which art in heaven.
What on earth's the matter?
She's still in love with you,
you know.
I don't think so.
I'm sorry,
but it's as plain
as the nose on your face.
I thought you didn't like her
for throwing me over.
That's a different conversation.
Mother, it has to be like this.
I'm afraid I can't explain why.
At least... I'm not going to.
Something to do with Lavinia?

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?

No, I did like him very, very much.

Everyone liked our William.
So you married him to keep
his spirits up at the end?
I suppose I did, yes.
Forgive me, but that
doesn't sound unloving to me.
That sounds as if you loved him
a great deal.
Sorry to keep you waiting, Mama.
I've been outside.
I was looking for...
What was she doing?
Mending the fire and suffering.
She shouldn't be here at this hour.
Why isn't Thomas on duty?
I don't need you to tell me the
world is falling about our ears.
Is there any news on Bates?
Not yet.
Murray has a meeting with the
Home Secretary later today.
We should know something then.
I'm surprised there isn't more
in the papers.
Earl's valet to swing, and so on.
But I've seen hardly anything.
And nothing about you.
I quite agree. I can't enlighten you.

Is that why you're here?

Not exactly. I wanted to talk about
Rosamund and Hepworth.
Careful, she might come in.
Then I shall speak quickly.
I want to know one thing.
Is a woman of Rosamund's age
entitled to marry a fortune-hunter?
Does she know all the facts?
Yes. Yes, she does.
Then I would say yes. But for God's
sake, let's tie up the money.
My thoughts exactly.
What is the matter, Robert?
Isis has gone missing. I can't think
where she's got to.
In you go, Isis.
Good girl.
Will you stay on at Downton?
If they'll let me.
They'll let you.
And you have some money.
Mt Murray thinks you can keep it.
I want you to thank His Lordship
for trying to help me.
Yes, but what he said...
He didn't want to say it.
I won't blame him for not lying.
Give him my best wishes

for the future.

And wish all of them well.
I don't want you to hold it against
Mrs Hughes or Miss O'Brien.
If you think I can ever...
Even Miss O'Brien.
We've not been friends
but she doesn't want me here.
Please forgive them.
I'm not sorry, you know.
Not a bit.
I would marry you now
if I wasn't already your wife.
I would.
God knows I'm not sorry either.
Maybe I should be.
But no man can regret loving
as I have loved you.
No touching!
For God's sake, man.
You know where I am bound.
How dangerous can this be?
One kiss to take with me?
Still at it?
The secrets of the universe
are boundless.
Are they indeed?
All right, shove over.
You've changed your tune.

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?

Leave it with me, sir.

Matthew, you should have come
earlier.
You could have had dinner.
Is something the matter?
My dog's gone missing. I was going
to go and look for her.
We should organise a search party.
Ask the men servants
to join us.
Then we can apply some real method.
Mm.
Isis! Come here, girl! Isis!
Poor Papa. I wonder
if she's been stolen.
What a horrid thought.
Thomas? What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
I'm afraid we'll have to call it
a night!
But remember, there's for anyone
who finds her tomorrow!
For now, thank you all very much.
Poor Papa. It's terrible for you.
She may turn up.
She may be trapped somewhere.
We could still find her.
Get back to the house as
fast as you can and ask Mrs

Patmore to heat up some

soup for the searchers.
Thomas?
Yes, Mr Carson.
Why were you up at the house
this evening?
Did Papa summon you?
As a matter of fact,
I came to see you.
I wanted to find out what you meant when
you said you HAD to marry Carlisle.
And that I'd despise you
if I knew the reason.
Yes, you would.
Whatever it is, it cannot be enough
for you to marry him.
That's what Papa said.
So you told him?
Yes.
Does he despise you?
He's... very disappointed in me.
Even so... Please tell me.
You'd think the good
lord would have spared
him the loss of his dog
at a time like this.
Ours is not to reason why.
When will we hear about Mr Bates?
I don't know how they've kept it

out of the papers.

I suppose that will change...
if it... goes ahead.
I can't bear to think of it.
How will Anna bear it?
As the widow of a murderer.
She'll have to get used to a degree
of notoriety, I'm afraid.
And so will we as the house
that shelters her.
Then let me put you out of your
misery right away, Mr Carson.
By handing in my notice.
You don't mean that.
Yes, I do.
If I stay here,
I keep the story alive.
If I go away to... Scotland say,
or London,
it will die soon enough.
I'll just be one more housemaid
lost in the crowd.
She has a point.
Not one that I accept.
I mean it, Mrs Hughes. I do.
Say something, if it's only goodbye.
Did you love him?
You mustn't try to...
If it was love...

How could it be love? I didn't...

Then why would you?
It was lust, Matthew!
Or a need for excitement.
Or something in him that I...
God, what difference
does it make?
I'm Tess of the d'Urbervilles
to your Angel Clare.
I have fallen. I am impure.
Don't joke. Don't make it little
when I'm trying to understand.
Thank you for that.
But the fact remains
that I am made different by it.
Things have changed between us.
Even so, you must not marry him.
So I must brave the storm?
You're strong.
A storm-braver if ever I saw one.
I wonder. Sybil's the strong one.
She really doesn't care what people
think, but I'm afraid I do.
Papa suggested I go to New York to
stay with Grandmama to ride it out.
You can find some unsuspecting
millionaire.
Preferably one who doesn't read
English papers.

Go or stay, you must sack Carlisle.

It isn't worth buying off a month of
scandal with a lifetime of misery.
When is he due back?
Tomorrow.
He and Aunt Rosamund's beau are
returning for the servants' ball.
Will that still go ahead?
Not if Bates is...
Not if the worst happens.
Papa hasn't faced
that it probably will.
You were wrong about one thing.
Only one? And what is that, pray?
I never would...
I never could despise you.
Why didn't you go and find
the poor thing there and then?!
How? His Lordship was
in the way and Carson
sent me back with a
message for Mrs Patmore.
So you'll leave the wretched animal
all night?
What reason could I give
if I went and found her now?
Go first thing, once you're free.
And just pray nothing's happened.
For your own sake.

Do you think that was William?

Who else could it have been?
Who else would have known
you'd been asked to the farm?
That's true.
So will you go?
I feel I should. Don't you?
I think so.
Isis!
Good dog! Isis!
Good girl!
For God's sake, will you just
bloody come, you stupid dog!
You shouldn't have gone
to all this trouble. Not for me.
No? Not when you're the nearest thing
to a child of mine left on this earth.
I don't deserve it.
Not when I were only married
to William for a few hours.
You were there. You saw it.
You may not know this, Daisy,
but William had three brothers.
And a sister.
What?
All dead. At birth.
Or not long after.
I think that's one reason
why William married you.

So that I wouldn't be alone

with all my bairns gone.
Without you,
I'd have no-one to pray for.
I think William knew that.
So will you be my daughter?
Let me take you into my heart?
Make you special.
You'll have parents of your own.
I haven't got any parents.
Not like that.
I've never been special to anyone.
Except William.
That's right.
I were only ever special to William.
I never thought of it
like that before.
Well... Now you're special to me.
Isis! Where have you
bloody been?
What in God's name happened to you?
I've been looking for the dog.
A village child found her yesterday.
Somehow the silly animal got herself
shut into one of the keeper's shelters.
They took her back and claimed
their reward this morning.
That's good.
Did you really get yourself

into this mess looking for my dog?

I know how fond of her you are.
I'm impressed, Thomas.
It's good to know
there's some decency in
the world at a time like this.
Thank you.
That's all right, my Lord. The main
thing is, she's home and healthy.
Mm.
I could walk to the station.
I walked here after all.
I want to talk while we go.
If you're my daughter, you must
allow me to give you advice.
I suppose.
Well, then.
If you're not content with the way
you're treated, don't
sulk and answer back.
Tell them.
They wouldn't listen.
You don't know. You haven't given
them the chance.
Go to Mrs Patmore and
explain to her why you
think you're worth more
than you're getting.
Make your case. Put it to her.

But Miss Shore says...

Daisy, do me a favour.
Stop listening to that Miss Shore.
Are you here? Nobody told me.
Only just. The train was late. I'll
have to scramble to get changed.
I'm afraid it may be
a rather gloomy visit.
No news yet for the poor valet,
I'm afraid.
So the servants' ball
has been cancelled.
Never mind. I'm very flattered
to be asked back on any terms.
I hope I can read something into it.
Only my desire not to lose my maid.
Miss Shore wouldn't stop nagging
until you were invited.
You owe her a tip.
But I mustn't delay you.
What will you do in America?
What I do here.
Pay calls and go to dinners.
My grandmother has houses
in New York and Newport.
It will be dull,
but not uncomfortable.
M'lady,
I've been thinking.

If things go badly for us...

I thought I might come with you.
You mean you won't leave after all?
I have to leave Downton.
But I don't have to leave you.
But of course you can come with me.
You don't need to ask.
But let's not give up hope yet.
No, m'lady. Let's not do that.
My Lord?
I was only going to say
that if I do need a new
valet, I think I'd like
to give Thomas a trial.
Really, my Lord?
I think I've misjudged him.
There's more true kindness in him
that I give him credit for.
Is there?
I think so.
At any rate, let's give him a chance.
Everyone deserves a chance.
Even Thomas.
Sir Richard's back.
I haven't seen him yet.
He and Lord Hepworth only just
arrived in time to change.
Are you ready?
I think so.

I know what I have to say to him.

It's time.
I wish you'd take my advice
and fight for her.
But I know you won't.
I don't expect you to understand.
That's good because I can't.
But please, don't invoke the name
of that sweet dead girl again.
I've always wanted to see America,
so at least I've got a plan.
I suppose so.
I still can't be glad
you'll be leaving here.
But it's good news that you
won't be casting off entirely.
It's only...
I know.
Just so as you know,
you're highly valued by all of us.
Both of you. Very highly valued.
My God, Mary, what more
could I have done?
Nothing. But you must see we're not
well suited. We'd never be happy.
You won't be happy by the time
I'm finished, I promise.
I'm grateful...
So you should be!

I buy your filthy scandal

and keep it safe from prying eyes!
Why do the papers leave
you alone over Bates?
Why is nothing linked to the
great Earl of Grantham?!
I suppose you stopped it.
Threats, bribes, favours.
Yes, I stopped it.
Papa will be so thankful.
You don't think it holds now,
do you?
You don't think I'll save you
or him for one more day?
And you wonder why we wouldn't make
each other happy!
Mary, are you quite all right?
Here he is.
The man who can smile and smile
and be a villain.
Is she not to be trusted even
to get rid of me without your help?
I heard shouting.
Lavinia knew it, you know.
She knew you never loved her.
Don't you dare.
She said it once.
It was late. She was tired.
You two were locked together

in the corner of the room.

She said, 'If he could
just admit the truth
then all four of us
might have a chance.'
You liar!
I'm not a liar. No, I am many
things, but not that.
She regretted it, of course.
But she said it.
You bastard!
Stop this at once!
I presume you will be leaving
in the morning, Sir Richard.
What time shall I
order your car?
How smooth you are.
What a model
of manners and elegance.
I wonder if you'll be
quite so serene when the
papers are full of your
eldest daughter's exploits.
I shall do my best.
What on earth's the matter?
I'm leaving in the morning,
Lady Grantham.
I doubt we'll meet again.
Do you promise?

Sorry about the vase.

Don't be, don't be.
It was a wedding present
from a frightful aunt.
I have hated it for half a century!
Wait.
After last night's exhibition, I
rather hoped to escape unobserved.
I didn't want you to go
without saying goodbye.
Well then, goodbye.
I suppose you feel I've used you.
And I'm sorry if I have.
I'm sorry about Haxby,
about all of it.
I assume this is a plea
to stay my hand from punishment.
But I warn you, I'd feel no guilt
in exposing you.
My job is to sell newspapers.
Papa has suggested I go to New York
to wait it out.
So I'll be all right.
I just didn't want our final words
to be angry ones.
I loved you, you know.
More than you knew.
And much, much more
than you loved me.

Then I hope the next woman you love

deserves you more than I did.
Don't worry about Haxby.
I'll sell it at a profit.
I usually do.
He's still on at me to press
his case with the mistress.
He's very tenacious, I must say.
You know men.
And I know women too.
My Lord! My Lord!
What in heaven's name?
A telegram, my Lord.
Open it.
Thank God, he's been reprieved.
It's life imprisonment
but he's been reprieved.
Go and fetch Anna.
The Home Secretary finds
that many details
call into question the
case for premeditation.
The point is, he will not hang.
But it's still life imprisonment.
Don't dwell on that. Not now.
It's life, not death.
That's all we need to think about.
We've a task ahead of us, it's true.
Bates will live and he is innocent.

In time, we'll prove it

and he will be free.
I must go and see him.
Today. They'll let me, won't they?
I can't believe they won't. I'll
get Pratt to run you into York.
So that is the news.
It only remains for me
to add that we WILL be
holding the servants'
ball tonight after all.
Tonight? Are you serious?
Mrs Hughes thinks we can manage it.
I never thought they'd hang
an innocent man.
He wouldn't have been the first.
It's a relief. It is.
I don't mind saying it.
But he has to stay in prison?
Only until they prove
he didn't do it.
If you don't mind, we can worry
about that later.
Right now, we have a great deal
of work to do.
His Lordship means to work
with Mr Murray.
Will you stay at Downton now?
Of course. I'm sorry to let Lady

Mary down but I think I should.

There maybe some way I can help
them to overturn the conviction.
I don't know what I can do,
but there may be something.
I don't deserve you.
Because we will overturn it.
I won't rest until we have you out.
But it may take years.
That's if you ever manage it.
So there's one thing I must ask.
I can't have you grey-faced
and in perpetual mourning.
Promise me...
that you'll make friends.
Have fun.
Live life.
I'll try.
I promise.
Can I give you some whisky to
fortify you for the coming ordeal?
That's very kind. Is there anyone
I should dance with particularly?
Well, Cora opens it with Carson.
Not cousin Violet?
Not since my father died.
No. Mama ought to dance
with my valet but
we let it lapse while

Bates was here.

Perhaps Thomas will revive
the privilege.
He's certainly got the nerve.
Then I join in with Mrs Hughes.
So perhaps it
would be nice if you
were to partner O'Brien.
Crikey.
By the way, Mary told me
about Mr Swire.
At least I was with him.
And we'd made our peace.
I didn't deserve it.
I let Lavinia down.
You were ready to marry her, Matthew.
You would have kept your word.
You can't be blamed for feelings
beyond your control.
If Swire had any inkling of that,
he would have respected you for it.
Glug those drinks down,
we have to go in!
I gather Anna isn't gong to America.
No.
But of course, I'm glad for her.
Here he comes
to claim his prize.
My Ladyship, may I have the honour

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.

My dear, this... isn't what it seems.

Is there room for misinterpretation?
But I can promise...
Clearly, I have been managed
and steered by an expert hand.
Which I now see has not been yours.
Rosamund...
Don't. It's over.
Don't make yourself ridiculous.
Good advice. Why not marry her?
She'll more than cover any social
flaws with her resourcefulness.
Isn't that what I'm always saying?
You silly old whatnot.
There are no more trains tonight.
So you'll have to leave first thing.
Don't worry, we will.
Please forgive me but...
Damn!
Why? It's a lucky escape,
if you ask me.
That's true, of course.
I just can't stand it
when Mama is proved right.
Your Lordship, may I have a word?
Of course. How is Bates?
Relieved. Shocked.
Tired. Grateful.
I'm sure.

My Lord, I wonder if I might

withdraw my resignation.
I was hoping you'd say that.
Do you want to dance?
Why not?
How are your plans
for America going?
I'll book my crossing as soon
as I hear back from Grandmama.
Will you be gone long?
I don't know. I'll have to see.
Do you think we can go to bed?
I expect so.
I think we've done our duty. Mama's
gone home and so has Isobel.
The girls?
Edith's upstairs.
And the last time I looked,
Mary was dancing with Matthew.
Don't let's interfere with that.
I've written to Sybil.
Sent her your love.
I won't be kept away from
my first grandchild, Robert.
I don't know what you mean.
I didn't quarrel with her.
I gave my permission.
I didn't fight it.
But you wouldn't go to the wedding.

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.

What does that mean?

I don't know.
I suppose a spirit wants
some couple to be happy.
You were moving it.
No, I wasn't. You were.
That was fun.
There will be a few thick heads
in the morning.
No doubt they think it's worth it.
You're really going to America.
Would Carlisle make your life
a nightmare if you stayed?
I couldn't tell you.
Maybe.
Even if he does let me go,
my story is still out there.
And always will be.
Would you stay?
If I asked you to.
Matthew, you don't mean that.
You know yourself we carry more luggage
than the porters at King's Cross!
And what about the late Mr Pamuk?
Won't he... resurrect himself
every time we argued?
No.
You mean you've forgiven me?
No, I haven't forgiven you.

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!