Episode 6

♪ ♪ (sighs) 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.

You know that 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.

LAVINIA: Seriously, they have special vehicles now.

You shouldn't be doing that.

Let us hope the end of the war brings the return of the footmen, 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.

ROBERT: Let me.

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?

Uh, 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 really 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 30 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.

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.

By the way, her ladyship was asking if there is 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.

Well, it can't have been, can it?

I mean, wouldn't she have to get hold of the stuff?

Please forgive me, I was thinking aloud.

We'll drop the subject.

CARLISLE: Anna?

It is Anna, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

I want to ask a favor 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 fiancé, 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.

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.

VIOLET: Really?

Well, why not a dressing gown?

Or better still, pajamas?

That's why I didn't.

ISOBEL: 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.

But Granny, you don't really 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.

MARY: Have you seen the boy's haircuts the women are wearing in Paris?

I hope you won't try that.

MARY: 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 do was think about 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.

MRS. HUGHES: How are things over at Haxby?

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

ANNA: 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.

A 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.

MRS. HUGHES: I don't know why I'm doing this.

I must be out of my mind.

Because you know it's my last chance.

Well, 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.

O'BRIEN: Where did you get it all?

THOMAS: I've 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.

CARLISLE: Ah, there you are.

What about a quick walk before dinner?

We ought to get changed 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.

Oh, 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.

Um, 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.

Ah.

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

CARSON: 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.

MARY: 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.

Oh, 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!

CORA: Robert, wait.

Everyone come at once!

MARY: What is it?

What's happened?

ROBERT: Come and see this!

Is it true?

Is it true what Lavinia says?

(gasping) I can'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.

(laughing) CLARKSON: 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 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.

MATTHEW: 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?

CLARKSON: Well, I'm afraid I'm not dressed.

Oh, never mind that.

Who cares about that?

What about you, Mama?

Oh, certainly.

All this unbridled joy has given me quite an appetite.

ANNA: 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, and 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're asking for trouble 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.

VIOLET: 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 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 marvelous person.

ROBERT: Hear, hear!

CORA: Indeed.

MATTHEW: 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.

Oh, my dear fellow.

ISOBEL: Isn't it wonderful?

MATTHEW: Just 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.

LAVINIA: 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.

VIOLET: 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 are my ticket to get away from this house, away from this life.

Me?

No.

Uncle Tom Cobley.

(laughs) 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 realize 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.

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.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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?

ROBERT: Mr. Bryant, Mrs. Bryant, welcome.

MRS. BRYANT: We're so pleased to be here.

This is so kind of you, Lady Grantham.

It is kind, 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 6:00.

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 for luncheon.

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.

Now, 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 now, and they're getting straight into the car when they've finished.

I tried to speak to her on her own, but there was never the right moment.

Your granddaddy 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.

Hmm.

If I say yes, will you do as you're told?

MRS. HUGHES: 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?

DAISY: We've some ham and... Oh, 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.

MRS. BRYANT: I'm afraid Downton will be a place of pilgrimage for a while.

CORA: We're glad to be, if we can help to bring some peace of mind.

MR. BRYANT: There's no point in wallowing in it.

What good does it do?

ETHEL: Leave me alone!

MRS. HUGHES: 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.

MR. BRYANT: 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 any letters?

We were in the same house.

I think she's telling the truth.

MR. BRYANT: 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.

MR. BRYANT: I won't listen to any more slander!

Now will you please go, and take that boy with you, whoever he is!

You're upsetting Mrs. Bryant!

Well, I would like...

I say you are upsetting Mrs. Bryant!

(sobbing) 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.

(baby crying) MR. BRYANT: She thinks we're a soft touch.

They hear of a dead officer with some money behind him, 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 a little of what you're going through.

MRS. BRYANT: He seems such a nice young man.

MR. BRYANT: Well, 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.

ETHEL: 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.

CARSON: 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.

MARY: He's their only grandchild.

There can never be another.

CARLISLE: 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.

ROBERT: Steady on, sir.

The ladies have had enough shocks for one day.

CARLISLE: I just don't see the point in pretending something can be done when it can't.

MATTHEW: What about you, Mother?

Can't one of your refugee charities help?

But she's not a refugee, and we have more claims on our funding than we can possibly 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, O 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.

(knock on door) Oh, 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, um...

It's just that 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 honor, 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 40, 50 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 then.

Spring weddings are the prettiest of all.

CARLISLE: 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 traveling 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."

MARY: And there's something I've been meaning to ask you.

ROBERT: Ah, 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.

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?

EDITH: 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."

But 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.

Oh, I'll come.

No, no, there's no need.

I'll bring them back in a jiffy.

You've done enough for one day.

Oh, 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 the morning.

They won't expect us to be in pursuit until tomorrow, so 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 soufflé.

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?

(sighs) 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?

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?

(knock on door) 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?

Oh, 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 21.

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 again.

Even if I am, even if I think this is mad, I know it will be better to do it in broad daylight than 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.

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 are 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.

CORA: 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.

Oh?

Yes, you see, I think you might be happier if I tendered my resignation.

What?!

I'd hate you to be uncomfortable in your own house and...

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.

(clanking) (screaming in anger) Is this yours?

Molesley found it in your dressing room.

It's not one of your old toys, is it?

Because I don't recognize it.

No, it was given to me as a charm, I think, to take to the front.

ISOBEL: Well, you're home and safe now.

Shall I put it in the barrel for the village children?

(firmly): No.

You never know, it might be bad luck not to keep it.

ISOBEL: Luncheon will be ready soon.

It's all rubbish.

It's all bloody rubbish.

Can't you ask for your money back?

Oh, 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.

Don't you understand, woman?!

I've been tricked!

I've been had!

I've been taken for the fool 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.

CORA: I just hope you remember your wedding; I don't.

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.

LAVINIA: I can't bear the disruption we seem to have brought down 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.

But I want to make it up and down that aisle without assistance.

LAVINIA: Up, yes.

You'll have me to lean on when you're coming down.

And you still have three full days of practice, so never say die.

ISOBEL: 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 the 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.

But 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 and 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 very big thing to give up your whole world.

Thank you.

Listen to her if you won't listen to me.

But I'm not giving up my world.

If they want to give me up, that's their affair.

I'm perfectly happy to carry on being friends with everyone.

Married to the chauffeur?

Yes.

Anyway, he's a journalist now, which sounds better for Granny.

Downton is not a hostel.

No, Mr. Carson.

And you made such a point of not being a servant anymore.

Our ears are ringing with it.

The 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.

I don't think this is such a good idea.

We mustn't worry Granny.

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?

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?

This is why 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.

Oh, yes?

What does he want?

To see me.

Oh, there's nothing very wonderful in that.

You're his daughter-in-law.

Why shouldn't he see you?

I wish it were as simple.

Well, I think it is, but I'll not reopen the wound.

ROBERT: 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.

And all the time, you've been driving me about, bowing and scraping and seducing my daughter behind my back?

I don't bow and scrape, and I've not seduced anyone.

Give your daughter some credit for knowing her own mind.

How dare you speak to me in that tone?

You will leave at once!

Oh, Papa!

This is a folly.

A ridiculous, juvenile madness.

Sybil, what do you have in mind?

ROBERT: 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 until after 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 banns are read.

And then we'll be married and I'll get a job as a nurse.

Well, what does your mother make of this?

If you must know, she thinks we're very foolish.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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?

ETHEL: 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 into Charlie's life?

I suppose so, yes.

Good.

I'll ask them to Downton for Monday at 4:00.

And this time, it'll be all above board.

You can't have expected 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 is looking for work these days, and they don't all have a hand like a Jules Verne experiment.

Mr. Branson.

I know it wasn't easy last night.

We should have spoken out long ago.

Spoken out about what?

Ah, 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 the topic, and nor will anyone else.

Now, if you will go, Mr. Branson, we will continue with our day.

Leave an address where we may forward what is owing to you.

No problem there, Mr. Carson.

I'll be at the Grantham Arms in the village 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?

LAVINIA: A gramophone.

Some cousins of mine have given it to us.

You should stand well clear when you light blue touch paper.

VIOLET: All on your own?

I've left space at the front for jewels.

I know Lavinia's getting something from Papa.

And from me.

Though 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 mésalliance, 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 prettier relations?

Don't be defeatist, dear.

It's very middle class.

Now, 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.

(knock on door) I do hope I'm interrupting something.

ROBERT: I only wish you were, but I seem to be getting nowhere.

Have you seen Cora?

No.

VIOLET: 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... Well, 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 will be very 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... (groaning) Mr. Carson, 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. Molesley to help.

There's no need.

I mean it.

The war is no longer an excuse for sloppy presentation.

Oh, very well, I'll ask him, but only on condition you go to bed.

(coughs) (sighs) Are you too hot in that, m'lady?

We still have time to change.

No, I'm fine.

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 and she's worked very hard.

But in the process, 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.

(sighs) 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, then a heavier one with the soup.

Keep that going for the fish and then change to claret, which you should really decant now.

There's a pudding wine and, after that, whatever they want in the drawing room with their coffee.

Blimey, it's a wonder they make it up the stairs.

They don't drink much of any of it.

Now, 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 Ethel here, but then... Should you be downstairs, m'lady?

Oh, I'm perfectly all right, thank you.

Why Molesley?

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.

Are you quite right, Mr. Molesley?

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.

I don't want to get off on the wrong foot.

I'm glad you're here, Sybil dear.

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.

VIOLET: Oh?

The plot thickens.

After all, Sybil's had enough time to think about it... MATTHEW: Mother!

It is not for us to have an opinion.

(glasses clinking) Mr. Molesley, 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, and I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like us to call Dr. Clarkson?

Not now, darling, it's too late.

He's coming anyway, your lordship, for Mr. Carson.

I'll bring him up when he arrives.

I can sleep in my dressing room.

Oh, I'm glad I've got you.

Aren't you serving?

They're on the main course, so I can spare a moment.

I've been thinking and, um, I have to say something that you won't agree with.

We're going to get married.

Don't be silly, we can't.

Not now.

You're not listening.

You're going to Ripon tomorrow afternoon to take out a special license-- I don't care how much it costs-- and fix a day.

We'll tell no one.

But this you will do.

I can't.

Mr. Bates, if we have to face this, then we will face it as husband and wife.

I will not be moved to the sidelines to watch how you fare 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.

JANE: Anna!

You'd better come, quick!

(groans) Mr. Molesley, what's happened?

Haven't you taken that 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 take a look at him, too, when he gets here.

ISOBEL: Dr. Clarkson says he's got ten cases already.

Ah, I thought Molesley had joined the Temperance League.

I'm afraid he's been taken ill, m'lord.

I am sorry.

Molesley, too?

Good heavens, everyone's falling like ninepins.

MARY: 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.

ISOBEL: 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.

Dr. Clarkson, you're kind to come.

How is she?

Not too bad, I'd say.

Though she'll need some nursing for a day or two.

Oh, don't worry about that.

All our daughters are professionals.

Let's leave her to get some rest.

Miss Swire may be another victim.

But she's sleeping now, so I don't want to disturb her.

When she wakes, give her some aspirin and cinnamon in milk and keep her here.

I'll look at her in the morning.

I'd better go to Carson.

I'll come, too.

(music playing from gramophone) WOMAN: ♪ Please don't be offended if I preach to you a while ♪ ♪ Tears are out of place in eyes that were meant to smile ♪ ♪ There's a way to make your very biggest troubles small ♪ ♪ Here's the happy secret... ♪ 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.

♪ ...and so the right thing to do ♪ ♪ Is make it shine for you... ♪ Can you manage without your stick?

You are my stick.

We were a show that flopped.

Oh, God, Mary...

I am so, so sorry.

Do you know how sorry I am?

Don't be.

It wasn't anyone's fault, or if it was, it was mine.

You know Cousin Violet came to me and told me to marry you?

When was this?

A while ago.

When we knew I would walk again.

Classic Granny.

What did you say?

That 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.

LAVINIA: Hello?

MATTHEW: What are you doing up?

Shouldn't we be getting back?

MARY: It's decided.

You're staying here.

Dr. Clarkson's coming in the morning so he can treat all of you together.

You can borrow some things until Matthew brings you what you need.

I'll go and organize 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.

Oh no, there's no need for that.

O'BRIEN: I don't mind.

I'd like to be on hand.

So we're quite the hospital again.

You'll probably gain some more patients over the next few... (Molesley exhales) (sniffs) But you don't need to worry about Molesley.

He'll be fine in the morning.

Oh?

The others have Spanish flu.

He's just drunk.

Oh, did you want Mr. Bates, m'lord?

I forgot to say I want to be woken early.

Well, I can tell him that.

Freddie got into Ripon Grammar.

So whatever you said, it worked.

Marvelous.

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 around 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 are going to be a lot iller in the morning.

But how will you manage?

And what about the wedding?

I'm not sure there'll even be a wedding.

But, either way, I won't burden you with it.

Well, perhaps Mr. Molesley could come on a permanent basis until I'm better.

I doubt that's the solution, Mr. Carson.

Neither my patience nor his liver could stand it.

(knock on door) Who is it?

I'm sorry, m'lord.

We never settled the time you wanted to be woken.

Early, I think, with everyone ill.

Seven.

I'll breakfast at half past.

Very good, m'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 were different.

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.

MARY: Mrs. Hughes... Sir Richard telephoned this morning.

He's coming down to help.

I wonder if you could have some rooms made ready for him and his valet, and tell Mrs. Patmore.

Very good, m'lady.

BRANSON: But I don't accept that I am ruining her life, nor that I'm cutting her off from her family.

If you want to cut her off, that's your decision.

But how will you look after her?

How can you hope to provide for her?

With respect, m'lord, you seem to think that she can only be happy in some version of Downton Abbey when it's obvious that 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 foolish.

Yes, she does.

Then 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, m'lord?

You're like all of your kind.

You think you have the monopoly of honor.

Doesn't it occur to you that I might 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 will bid you a 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?

Ah, there you are.

Dr. Clarkson's here.

Cora is not at all well.

Sybil and Edith are with her.

Mary's gone to meet Sir Richard from the train.

What's he come for?

I gather he wants to be useful.

I don't see how.

M'lord, we're two more maids down.

I hope you can forgive some catch-as-catch-can in the days ahead.

Which maids?

Not Jane?

No, m'lord, not Jane.

Thank you.

What are they doing?

Decorations for the wedding.

It still hasn't been canceled.

Until it is, they have to prepare for it.

MRS. HUGHES: If Anna or Jane appear, tell them to come and help me do the room for Sir Richard.

I'll be in Armada.

I can help you with the bedroom, then I'll sort out a room for his man and I'll serve at dinner.

But I've no money to pay you.

Call it rent.

The awful truth is, the wedding simply cannot go ahead.

Oh, don't say that.

I must.

Dr. Clarkson says you'll be groggy for at least a week, maybe even longer.

We have to face the facts.

What about my father?

Well, Matthew can telephone him.

He can't come here while everyone's ill.

He has a weak chest and mustn't take the risk.

All right, well, I suppose we have made a decision, then.

To delay.

I don't think we've got any choice.

No, I'm afraid we don't.

Well, at least she doesn't seem too serious.

No, no.

I'd say she's been lucky.

But 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 about half an hour ago.

Where were you?

Out.

I went for a walk.

(wheezing) There we are, m'lady.

O'BRIEN: That's better, isn't it?

She's been with her all night.

O'Brien, you must have a rest.

Not just now, m'lord, if you don't mind.

I want to see her through the worst, if I can.

Now 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.

How are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Her ladyship's worse.

I'm sorry.

Jane said you wanted to see me.

It was only to say that I've done it.

I've booked the registrar.

When for?

He's had a cancellation.

So it's... it's Friday afternoon.

This Friday?

Ethel, what are you doing here?

Those Bryants have turned up again.

That's what.

I'll find Mrs. Hughes and come back for you.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

No, no.

I'm afraid we have illness in the house, so I hope you can 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?

To find out what we 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?

By heaven, 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 need... Never mind.

Either I will or I won't.

You never know people, do you?

You can work with them for 20 years, but 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 poss... Of course she can't be his nurse!

Just think for a minute!

We mean to bring him up as a gentleman, send him to Harrow, say, and Oxford.

And all the while his mother's down in the servants' hall?

How does that work?

Well, I...

I could... No, no, don't you see?

We want to raise him 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.

Now, 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, to marry whom he likes; the second, as the bastard...

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?

Suppose I promise that?

Surely... Come on!

We all know that's a promise you could never keep.

ANNA: I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes.

We must send for the doctor to come at once.

Her ladyship's much worse.

I'm afraid... You go where you're needed.

We've had our say.

And 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 to me.

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've 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 re-match and... What is it?

I wonder if we haven't been rather lucky.

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.

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.

But you must.

Because it isn't a sudden thing.

What you're saying is pointless.

Mary is marrying somebody else.

Is she?

We'll see.

I won't let you do this.

It's good of you to come, but I don't really see what you can do.

I just thought I'd better do my bit.

You say the chauffeur's gone, so I could always drive the car.

Preferably over the chauffeur.

Your father's not having an easy time of it.

How's Lady Grantham?

Not well.

Clarkson's with her now.

And Miss Swire?

Oh, 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.

(door opens) His lordship's asking for you, m'lady.

Oh, this arrived in the afternoon post, Daisy.

Tea for Sir Richard in the drawing room.

Well, 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.

MRS. PATMORE: 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.

Oh, 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, because he hasn't got me.

Oh, 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.

Well, that's a very brave decision.

Or a very stupid one.

But anyway, with her ladyship ill now and half the servants on their backs, and everybody working flat out... Where is the marriage to be?

Just in the register office in Ripon.

It wouldn't take long, but... Go.

I'll cover for you.

We're all here, and you won't help Mama by changing your plans.

You'd better come.

She's worse.

I've given her the epinephrine.

Doctor!

(wheezing) Oh, no!

What does that mean?

CLARKSON: It's a hemorrhage of the mucous membranes.

It's... it's not unusual.

(retching) It's all right, m'lady, don't worry, don't worry a bit.

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 live.

What about the others?

Come with me.

I'll be back shortly.

(knock on door) Ah.

Thank you, sir.

Here we are, Mr. Carson.

Now... have you got everything you need?

M'lady.

I want...

I want to thank you for coming up, m'lady.

Not at all.

No, no, 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.

Oh, I don't know how to get rid of him, after all this.

But I doubt he'll want to stay a footman forever.

So, watch out.

You look very smart, Thomas.

Well, I still had the shirt m'lady, and I found my livery in the cupboard.

So I thought, "Why not?"

I have a place for you here.

ISOBEL: How is Lavinia?

All right, I think.

The illness has made her rather confused.

What do you mean?

SYBIL: 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.

ISOBEL: 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 talking.

She was fine.

It's a strange disease with sudden, savage changes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Well, what can I do?

Could I talk to her?

Yes, of course.

My darling, can you hear me?

It's me.

It's Matthew.

LAVINIA: Matthew?

I'm so glad you're here.

Of course I'm here, my darling.

Where else would I be?

Isn't this better?

Really?

I don't understand you.

You won't have to make our decision.

Be happy, for my sake.

Promise me.

It's all I want for you.

Remember that.

That's all 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.

I'm glad to hear it.

I came up to see if there's anything I need to do.

We've taken care of all that.

As you know, we always use Grassby's.

Of course.

Travis has suggested Monday for the funeral.

To give people time to get here.

It'll be in tomorrow's paper.

It's very kind of you.

I know 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.

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.

Only I know I got so caught up in everything, I think I neglected you.

And if I did, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize 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.

REGISTRAR: I, John Bates.

BATES: I, John Bates.

REGISTRAR: Take thee, Anna May Smith.

BATES: Take thee, Anna May Smith.

REGISTRAR: To be my wedded wife.

BATES: To be my wedded wife.

REGISTRAR: 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.

REGISTRAR: As a symbol of all we have promised.

BATES: As a symbol of all we have promised.

REGISTRAR: And all that we share.

And all that we share.

REGISTRAR: It therefore gives me great pleasure to say you are now husband and wife together.

You rang, m'lord.

I keep forgetting Carson's ill. Mrs. Hughes says he's much better.

I really want Bates.

He'd gone out earlier.

He's in the 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?

MARY: 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.

(clears throat) 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.

(laughing) 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 we let that be enough, just for this one night?

PRIEST: Earth to earth, ashes to ashes, dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life through our Lord Jesus Christ, who 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.

ALL: Amen.

MARY: Would you give me a moment?

CARLISLE: I understand.

MRS. HUGHES: We'd better get moving if we're to be back there before they arrive.

ANNA: Mrs. Patmore and Thomas will go ahead in the trap.

They'll sort it out between them.

Hmm, I've no doubt Thomas will have everything sorted out.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes, but it's no good thinking that 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.

You 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 and 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 to me when she was dying, "Isn't this better?"

I know it's a cliché, but...

I believe she died of a broken heart because of that kiss.

And we were the ones who killed her.

Oh, Matthew.

We 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.

And let's accept that this is the end.

Of course it's the end.

How could it not be?

I am so very sorry about this.

Thank you.

Can I walk you up to the house, or...

Certainly you can.

I want you to.

It's so sad.

Why are you here?

To pay my respects to Miss Swire and to see Sybil.

Lady Sybil.

Oh, 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.

Oh, 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 see.

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.

Of course you'll think that's soft.

Well, not at all.

The aristocracy has not survived by its intransigence.

No, no.

We must work with what we've got, to minimize the scandal.

But what have we got to work with?

Well, you'd be surprised.

He's political, isn't he?

And a writer?

Well, 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.

Well, surely we can hitch him on to them?

Mr. Bates.

Are 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 your 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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