Episode 1

♪ ♪ Is there any news of Sybil?

She's still not coming.

She insists they can't afford it.

ARCHBISHOP: Mr. Travis, can we move forward?

If I could just ask you to come down the aisle again?

Can we get the troops organized?

That means me.

It seems rather hard on poor old Travis when he's doing all the work but the Archbishop gets the glory.

MARY: Papa was the one who wanted a Prince of the Church.

I'd have settled for Travis.

Mmm.

MARY: Is there really no way we can get Sybil over?

It seems ridiculous.

On the contrary, it's a relief.

Branson is still an object of fascination for the county.

We'll ask him here when we can prepare the servants and manage it gently.

He's making a problem where none exists.

No one could care less were Branson at the wedding or not.

You must think country life more exciting than it is if you imagine people don't care when an earl's daughter runs off with a chauffeur.

Well, the fact remains, she has run off with a chauffeur and they'll have to get used to it.

Mr. Travis, are we ready?

Any moment, Your Grace, any moment.

Can we?

Please?

That treacle tart just hit the spot.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

So Mrs. Hughes and Anna are getting the place ready to let?

That is the plan.

THOMAS: I'm surprised Anna held on to that house.

I thought they confiscated the profits of murder.

Mr. Bates had the wisdom to transfer it to her before the trial.

I don't think I'd have allowed it, Mr. Carson.

Then we must all be grateful you were not the presiding judge.

I still think it's funny, given that he's a convicted murderer.

May I remind you, Mr. Barrow, that in this house, Mr. Bates is a wronged man seeking justice.

If you have any problems with that definition, I suggest you eat in the yard.

ISOBEL: I suppose you agree with Robert.

Then not for the first time, you suppose wrongly.

The family must never be a topic of conversation.

I'm afraid Sybil's already made the Crawleys a permanent topic.

All the more reason.

If we can show the county he can behave normally, they will soon lose interest in him.

And I shall make sure he behaves normally because I shall hold his hand on the radiator until he does.

ISOBEL: Well, I don't know this young man aside from "good morning" and "good night," but he strikes me as a very interesting addition to the family.

Oh, here we go.

And why should he be "normal," as you call it?

I say he should come here and fight his corner.

I like a man of strong beliefs.

I think I'll send them the money.

Please don't.

Robert's expressly forbidden it.

He'd be furious.

But it can't be as bad as... Look, I'll come and see you.

Tomorrow.

No, I insist.

Right, goodbye.

Papa?

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

What should be the matter?

How was London?

We got it all done, but I couldn't have managed without my helper.

Have you eaten?

We had a bite on the train.

Well, sit down anyway, have a cup of tea.

MRS. HUGHES: I'll start on the final lists for the wedding tomorrow morning.

I've got the last of the wine deliveries coming on Tuesday.

How will you manage without a footman?

I agree.

But I haven't time to find one now.

I've had a letter from my sister asking after a job for her son, and... Miss O'Brien, we are about to host a society wedding.

I have no time for training young hobbledehoys.

(bell ringing) Her ladyship is ringing.

Well, I don't see why not.

I'll ask his lordship when... (door opens) There you are, so I'll ask you now.

Ask me what?

Carson's in need of a footman and O'Brien has a candidate.

Alfred-- Alfred Nugent, m'lord.

He's a good worker.

CORA: I think it sounds perfect.

Robert?

Whatever you say.

My dear, I have to go up to London tomorrow.

I'll be catching the early train.

That's very sudden.

Do you want them to open the house?

No, I'll come straight back.

What are you going for?

It's nothing to bother you with.

ANNA: It's all there.

Every entry.

Where did you find the book?

Behind the bureau.

We moved it out to clean and there it was.

Vera must have dropped it or something.

So what do you want me to do?

Make notes on all the names.

Close friend, relation, workmate, tradesman and so on.

Then I'll copy those and I'll send them with the book to Mr. Murray.

Haven't you anything better to do?

I have not.

Because I'd rather work to get you free than dine with the king at Buckingham Palace.

So what news have you got?

What news could I have in here?

Oh, I've acquired a new cellmate.

To be honest, I'm not sure about him.

Well, just remember what my mother used to say: Never make an enemy by accident.

Now, do you think you can get the notes done before my next visit?

I don't see what can come of it.

Probably nothing.

And my next idea will probably lead to nothing, and the next and the next.

But one day, something will occur to us and we'll follow it up, and the case against you will crumble.

Do you never doubt?

For just one minute?

I wouldn't blame you.

No.

I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east, either.

You're too tall to be a footman.

No footman should be over 6'1".

O'BRIEN: That can't be, can it.

Since he's already been taken on.

But what have you done?

I was a hotel waiter after I was discharged from the army, but they've cut back.

I think to get a job as a waiter shows real initiative.

I suppose he can speak for himself.

O'BRIEN: Why?

Is he on trial?

This isn't an interview, is it?

Not when he's already got the job.

CARSON: No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien, but he is on trial.

And if he cannot match our standards, he will be found guilty.

I mean to try, Mr. Carson.

As long as you do.

Right, go upstairs and get settled in.

Your aunt will hopefully find you a livery that fits.

MARY: Just at the start, so we've a place to sleep after the honeymoon.

You can't object to that?

MATTHEW: No, it's nice of them, though I doubt I'll get used to taking you to bed with your father watching.

He's so relieved we're getting married, he wouldn't mind if you carried me up naked.

Careful, I might try it.

(both chuckle) I don't want to move to London or anything.

I'm not kicking against the traces.

Just testing their strength.

I want us to get to know each other, to learn about who we both are without everybody being there.

Well, it's quite a big house.

It's a lovely house.

It's your home, and I want it to be my home, too.

Just not quite yet.

Chancery Lane.

Yes, sir.

I've spoken to Frobisher and Curran, and since I am a trustee should the estate ever need one, we felt I ought to be the one to tell you.

You make it sound very serious.

I'm expressing myself badly if you think it is not serious.

Why did we invest so much?

Lord Grantham, it was you who insisted we should.

If you remember, we advised against it.

But war would mean a huge expansion of railways everywhere.

Every forecast was certain.

Rail shares were bound to make a fortune.

Many did, but your principal holding, which was very large indeed, was in the Canadian Grand Trunk line.

It was the main railway in British North America, for God's sake.

It wasn't just me.

Everyone said we couldn't lose.

We knew hard times were coming for estates like Downton, and this investment would make it safe for the rest of time.

Charles Hays was the presiding genius, and since he died, the management has not... (sighs) The fact is, the company is about to be declared bankrupt, and the line will be absorbed into the Canadian National Railway scheme.

Are you really telling me that all the money is gone?

I'm afraid so.

The lion's share of Cora's fortune?

I won't give in, Murray.

I've sacrificed too much to Downton to give in now.

I refuse to be the failure, the earl who dropped the torch and let the flame go out.

I hate to state the obvious, but if there's not enough money to run it, Downton must go.

Unless you break it up and sell it off piecemeal.

I couldn't do that.

I have a duty beyond saving my own skin.

The estate must be a major employer and support the house or there's no point to it.

To any of it.

Morning.

Lady Edith!

(chuckling) Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting a train, but I'm too early.

Oh.

I mustn't hold you up.

Oh, I'm not doing anything.

I thought I'd get away from wedding panic.

Don't you like weddings?

Don't be silly, of course I do.

Only I've talked of clothes and flowers and food and guests until I'm blue in the face.

(chuckles) Yes, weddings can be reminders of one's loneliness, can't they?

Sorry, I don't know why I said that.

So, how's it going?

Is your grandmother coming over from New York for it?

She is.

And Sybil?

Is she here yet?

As a matter of fact, she wasn't coming, but I think she is now.

Mary had a letter this morning.

Papa doesn't know yet.

He will be pleased.

I do hope so.

So you'll live at the big house when you're back from honeymoon.

Not live, stay.

We'll stay there until we decide where to go.

It'll be on the estate, I should think, or in the village.

Not here?

No, but I shall expect you and Mrs. Bird to look after Mrs. Crawley.

You'll not be taking me with you, sir?

Only I thought you'd be needing a proper valet, once you're married.

I've always thought of you as more of a butler who helps out as a valet, not the other way around.

Well, I'd be happy to be a valet, sir.

Especially in the big house.

We won't be in the big house for long.

And to be honest, Molesley, I want to live more simply after the wedding.

And besides, Mother absolutely relies on you.

That's very nice to hear, sir.

Thank you.

THOMAS: You must be exhausted, m'lord.

You can't have spent more than two hours in London.

It was sufficient.

The new footman arrived while you were gone.

What?

Yes.

He got the cable this morning and came straight over.

Very eager.

And very tall.

But when did...?

Never mind.

Did you know about the new footman?

Of course.

He's already here.

Why did no one tell me?

What do you mean?

We talked about it last night.

In my room.

Well, nobody else must be taken on.

Absolutely no one.

Until things are settled.

What things?

How's the wedding going?

I suppose it's costing the earth.

Mary was never going to marry on the cheap.

Oh, no.

Nothing must be done on the cheap.

I feel quite nervous.

Don't be.

You've got the skill and you've got the willingness.

But he hasn't got the experience.

He's right.

Pay no attention.

You've a nice manner, Alfred.

You're not vain like Thomas.

They'll like that.

(banging) What's the matter with you?

I'm fed up.

They promised me promotion.

She said they'd get a new kitchen maid and I'd be Mrs. Patmore's assistant.

Well, if they really promised, you should withdraw your services.

What do you mean?

Like go on strike?

But don't say I put you up to it.

But what was in the letter?

Just that Sybil's coming after all.

She'll be here on Wednesday in time for dinner.

Will she be coming alone?

Don't make trouble, Mother.

Can I do it?

If you wish, m'lady, of course.

Are you really that tall?

Yes, m'lady.

I thought you might have been walking on stilts.

(chuckling softly) When does Grandmama arrive?

She gets into Liverpool on the 15th, so she'll be here the day before the wedding.

I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother again.

When I'm with her, I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.

But isn't she American?

Exactly.

Can I help myself?

Oh, you want to as well, m'lord?

To be honest, I think you'll find that we all want to do it as well.

(softly): What do you think you're doing?!

You're not in a hotel now.

Did you train in a hotel?

I did, ma'am.

I'd say so.

ISOBEL: That will be useful, won't it, Carson?

Are you all set for the wedding?

MARY: Of course he is.

Carson's motto is "Be prepared."

I'm afraid Baden-Powell has stolen it.

But you have all the help you need?

Well, I wouldn't fight the idea of a second footman, m'lady.

MATTHEW: I don't know about the rest of you, but I sometimes think it's time we lived in a simpler way.

I agree.

Much cattle, much care.

Always supposing we have the choice.

VIOLET: Oh, don't say that.

It's our job to provide employment.

An aristocrat with no servants is as much use to the county as a glass hammer.

(laughing) I knew this would happen.

Typical.

What's typical?

That I'd wind up looking after Mr. Matthew.

That's all I need.

He hasn't thought it through.

I'm sorry to say it, but he hasn't.

Are you worried for your job, Mr. Molesley?

Me?

Oh, heavens, no.

No, no, no, I'm essential to Mrs. Crawley.

She relies on me-- that's what he said.

Essential.

Oh, yes, we're all essential... until we get sacked.

How was it?

Alfred was confused.

He thought he'd been transported to the Hotel Metropole.

Cheer up.

You'll get the hang of it.

Will I?

Oh, you're still here, Mr. Molesley.

I know.

I only walked over for a cup of tea and a chat, and I've outstayed my welcome.

Nonsense.

Why not have a bite with us?

They won't be leaving for a half-hour or more.

No, I'd better get back.

I wouldn't want them to get home and me not be there to let them in.

O'BRIEN: No, you wouldn't.

Not when you're essential.

Then why is he coming all the way here?

Why not say it on the telephone?

I have no idea.

If Mr. Swire's lawyer wants to see you and it's urgent, it means he's left you something.

I doubt it.

I would have heard long before this.

Anyway, I hope not.

Why?

ISOBEL: Matthew, do come on.

The chauffeur's freezing to death, and so am I.

Are you looking forward to the wedding?

What do you think?

I'm looking forward to all sorts of things.

Don't make me blush.

ISOBEL: Matthew!

(birds chirping) (engine stops) Dearest Papa.

Tell me, did you send the money?

Please say yes.

What money?

Hello, Tom.

Welcome to Downton.

I hope I am welcome, your ladyship.

MARY: Of course.

MARY: Alfred, would you take the luggage for Mr. Branson?

There's tea in the library.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Carson.

ISOBEL: Was that Mr. Charkham I saw leaving?

Yes.

He said to make his apologies.

He was late for his train.

What did he have to say for himself?

I don't know where to start.

Basically, it seems that Reggie Swire did not wish to divide his fortune.

So when Lavinia died, he made a new will with a list of three possible heirs, of which I was the third.

Why didn't the first name succeed?

He died before Reggie.

In the same epidemic that killed Lavinia.

But at first they thought that the second heir, a Mr. Clive Pulbrook, would be easy to trace.

How much money are we talking about?

A lot.

A huge amount, I had no idea.

You could never have told it from Reggie's way of life.

Lucky Mr. Pulbrook.

Well, this is it: Some time before Reggie's death, Pulbrook traveled to the East, to India, to some tea plantations he owned there.

And?

He's never been heard of since.

They've made inquiries.

They've sent an agent out to visit his property.

There's no sign of him.

I'm sorry, I won't, and that's flat.

Then you'll have to do it, Mr. Carson.

I am not dressing a chauffeur.

He is not a chauffeur now.

Anyway, you don't have to dress him.

Just see he's got everything he needs.

I am not often as one with Mr. Barrow, but no.

Then Alfred must do it.

Alfred?

He wouldn't know what to do beyond collecting dirty shoes outside the door.

Well, he'll have to learn.

Is it an Irish tradition?

What?

She means not changing.

Of course it isn't, Granny.

It might've been.

You don't change on the first night of a voyage.

BRANSON: No, m'lady, I don't own a set of tails.

Or a dinner jacket, either.

I wouldn't get any use out of them.

Well, I hope you own a morning coat since you're here for a wedding.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

SYBIL: We live a completely different kind of life, Papa.

Obviously.

Could you lower it a bit, please, Mr. Carson?

MARY: You should buy a Downton wardrobe and leave it here.

Then you won't have to pack when you come.

What a good idea.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't turn into somebody else just to please you.

More's the pity.

Oh, no, why should you change to please us?

MATTHEW: What is the general feeling in Ireland now?

That we're in sight of throwing off the English yoke.

Do you approve of the new act?

Would you approve of your country being divided by a foreign power?

ISOBEL: Won't it bring home rule for southern Ireland nearer?

Home rule on English terms, presided over by an English king.

Is keeping the monarchy a problem?

Would it be a problem for you to be ruled by the German Kaiser?

(glass breaks) Carson, are you all right?

I have been very clumsy, m'lord.

I do apologize.

Is it true that Irish gardens have more variety than ours?

EDITH: Oh, yes.

Don't you remember Lady Dufferin's ball at Clandeboye?

The gardens there were heavenly.

I thought them very down on him.

That is because you know nothing.

And wasn't he down on them?

Insulting our country, insulting the king.

I thought it was a miracle his lordship held his temper.

But it must be hard, Mr. Carson.

To sit up there with people he used to drive around.

BRANSON: It is hard, Mrs. Hughes.

Please sit down.

Is there something we can do, sir?

I just wanted to come down to say hello.

I wouldn't want you to think I'd got too big for my boots.

That's nice.

ANNA: I hope you and Lady Sybil are well?

We are, thank you.

And we've been following the story of Mr. Bates.

Mary keeps us informed.

Still, I mustn't interrupt your dinner.

Thank you for coming down.

He's settled into his new life.

"Mary keeps us informed."

Well, he knows her now.

What's that got to do with it?

His lordship would never call her "Mary" when talking to me.

Never.

If he wants to play their game, he'd better learn their rules.

Tomorrow, let's ask the servants to come up and dine with us.

It'll make things easier.

MARY: You must get him to stop calling Granny "m'lady."

And Mama.

We need something that doesn't sound too stiff and grand.

"Lady Grantham," of course.

And he can call me "Lord Grantham."

That doesn't sound stiff or grand at all.

One step at a time.

So what did the lawyer want?

I presume he turned up.

He did.

And it's rather complicated.

But you were right, it was about Reggie's will.

So he's left you something.

Never mind that now.

Just sit down and tell me about the relations that are coming for the wedding.

I want to unscramble them in my head.

Go to bed when you're done.

I'll go to bed when I'm ready.

What's happened to you?

Have you swapped places with your evil twin?

I'd like to know where the new kitchen maid is.

That's what you promised.

They've got a new footman.

Where's the kitchen maid?

I know and I'm sorry.

But I spoke to Mr. Carson tonight, and they won't be taking anyone new on.

Except a footman.

I don't know how Mr. Carson managed it because his lordship's put his foot down.

But you are called my assistant now, and you've seven shillings extra every month.

You've still kept me here with a dishonest representation.

Oh, dear.

Have you swallowed a dictionary?

Somehow none of it seems to matter when we're in Dublin.

Class and all that just seems to fade away.

I'm Mrs. Branson, and we get on with our lives like millions of others.

But here he feels so patronized, and he hates it.

But you don't regret it?

No, never.

He's a wonderful, wonderful man.

I just wish you knew him.

Darling, we will know him.

We'll know him and value him, I promise.

Anyway...

I best go upstairs and make sure he's not too suicidal.

Good night.

Oh, by the way, I don't know if Mama's told you, but the whole Grey family is coming tomorrow night.

(gasps) Including Larry?

Crikey.

You'd better warn Tom.

Oh, and Sybil, if I were you, I wouldn't tell Papa about being "Mrs.

Branson."

(chuckles) But who are the Greys?

And why does it matter that they're coming?

The father, Lord Merton, is Mary's godfather, but Larry Grey used to be keen on me when we were young.

Were you keen on him?

No, I don't think so.

I can hardly remember, to be honest.

So what are you saying?

Nothing, particularly.

But we could run into Ripon and find some tails.

We have the money.

I won't spend more of that money.

All right.

But please don't talk about Ireland all the time.

I just want to make things easier for you.

For me or for you?

Don't disappoint me, Sybil.

Not now that we're here.

MARY: Shall I order the car?

I don't think I can refuse a lift with Mother and then make the poor man go out again.

I'll walk.

It might rain.

Then I'll get wet.

Now come and kiss me.

So if they can't find Mr. Pillbox, what will you do with the money?

Pulbrook.

And they will find him.

But if they don't?

Then I'll decide what to do.

Or we will.

Because I can't keep it.

No, of course not.

CORA: Why were you so heavily invested in one enterprise?

Wasn't it foolish?

Has some of my fortune been lost?

Some?

All.

Or almost all.

(gently): Oh, my dear.

(sobbing) How terrible for you.

It's not so good for you.

(laughs) Don't worry about me, I'm an American.

Have gun, will travel.

Oh, thank God for you, anyway.

You know what?

I'm glad we have a wedding to celebrate.

Let's make sure it's a great day.

If it's to be our last, let's make it a wonderful last and enjoy our lovely home and the lovely people we've spent our life among.

A bit early for drowning your sorrows.

I thought it might be better if I moved down to the pub.

You're not serious.

I can't go through too many more dinners like last night.

You don't make it easy for them.

Do you really think you can recruit Cousin Robert for Sinn Fein?

I don't know what gets into me.

I can see them staring, and I know they don't want me here.

Well, don't include me.

Or Mary.

She wasn't too keen on the idea of a chauffeur for a brother-in-law.

Forget that; she's a pragmatist.

She could be a tough fighter, too.

Let's hope she's not tested.

Now forget this and walk back.

We're brothers-in-law with high-minded wives.

We'd better stick together.

It's all there.

Friends, though there weren't too many, tradesmen, acquaintances...

But I can't see what you'll get out of them.

I do not believe when Vera decided to kill herself she never mentioned it to another living soul.

We know she left no note.

I wish to God she had.

But why are you sure it was suicide and not murder?

Well, I know you didn't kill her.

And what's the alternative?

A thief broke in, cooked an arsenic pie and forced her to eat it?

It's not a very likely scenario.

You can see why they convicted me.

I'm going to write to everyone in the book in case she said or, please God, wrote anything that could suggest a desire to die.

But how long will that take?

Why?

Are you going somewhere?

I should have gone into cooking.

I used to watch them in the kitchens and I could pick it up in a trice.

Why didn't you, then?

Oh, it's a hard ladder for a man.

For every Escoffier or Monsieur Carême, there's a thousand dogsbodies taking orders from a cross and red-faced old woman.

Who's this you're discussing?

Hello, Mrs. Patmore.

I didn't see you standing there.

Obviously not.

My Mum and Aunt Sarah thought I'd be better off as a butler, so that's what I'm trying for.

I think you're right.

I know I'd rather be giving the orders.

To a cross and red-faced old woman.

Yes, we know.

There.

Is that what you meant?

Yes.

Perfect.

Slightly new, but not too different.

We'll see if Sir Anthony notices.

I know they all think he's too old for me, but he's not.

Bates is older than you and you're as happy as lovebirds.

Our situation is hardly ideal, but yes, we're very happy together.

Which is all that matters.

As I keep telling them.

I've no time to talk.

His lordship's not come up yet.

Well?

What is it?

I was hoping you could help young Alfred to find his way about.

As a footman, you mean?

As a valet.

He's looking after Mr. Branson now.

Though I dare say a chauffeur can dress himself.

But you could tell him what he needs to know.

Give him an advantage.

Why?

What's the rush?

You've heard Mr. Matthew has turned down Mr. Molesley?

Blimey, you don't want much, do you?

Can you remember what I had to go through to be a valet?

Of course.

I watched it, didn't I?

But young Alfred is to make the great leap in one bound?

Well, I'm sorry, Miss O'Brien, but I'm not convinced.

If you'll excuse me.

(door closes) It's infuriating, but there's nothing he can do.

I don't agree.

I think it's feeble.

He should will himself not to be ill and then collapse the next day.

Whom will you ask instead?

I'm not sure.

I've known Sybil all my life.

So you can imagine how curious I was when I found out you'd be here tonight.

I never thought we'd meet in person.

As opposed to what?

In spirit?

Well, you see, to us, in marrying you it seemed like Sybil had left Downton Abbey forever.

If you know what I mean.

I know exactly what you mean.

Did they lose your suitcase on the way over?

How maddening for you.

No, my suitcase arrived safely, thank you.

Along with my manners.

He's still dressed as the Man from the Prudential, I see.

Yes, it's nice to have someone from the real world, isn't it?

Hello, Mama.

Can I tempt you to one of these new cocktails?

No, no, I don't think so.

They look too exciting for so early in the evening.

Don't you think so, Carson?

Better avoided, m'lady.

I think so.

What a pleasure it is to see you out and about, Sir Anthony.

I want to say can I be of any help, but you don't seem to need any.

He doesn't need help at all, do you?

He won't let me do anything.

Mustn't be a nuisance, you know.

Are you coming to the wedding?

Of course!

Well, if you really want me.

I do.

I really do.

You look very nice.

Have you done something jolly with your hair?

(giggles lightly) (glass clinks) I say, what the devil?

What is it?

Dinner is served, your ladyship.

How's it going?

Awkward.

Mr. Branson's well away and Lady Sybil doesn't like it much.

I don't understand it.

He's only had one cocktail.

Maybe he was drinking before he came down to calm his nerves.

No, I don't agree, and I don't care who knows it!

The black-and-tans are there to restore order, are they?

Why don't they just murder the entire population?

Then you wouldn't hear a squeak out of any of them!

Is there any way to shut him up?

If I knew how to control him, he wouldn't be here in the first place.

Are you interested in Irish politics, Lord Merton?

Well, I was only just saying that I thought...

He's interested in Irish repression!

Like all of you!

Look, old chap, of course this stuff matters a great deal to you...

Yes, it does matter-- this "stuff."

It matters a very great deal.

What's so funny?

Nothing.

I'm just enjoying this vivid display of Irish character.

Please, Tom, we don't need to wear everyone out.

Why?

What's the matter?

Am I not being polite enough?

Wait a minute!

This was down to you, wasn't it?

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

I saw you.

You put something in his drink, didn't you?

Just before we came in.

That's not true, is it, Larry?

What a beastly thing to do.

Oh, come on, Edith.

That's not like you.

You could always take a joke.

The bully's defense.

Listen, everyone!

Mr. Grey has given my brother-in-law something to make him appear drunk.

Could it be drink?

No, not drink.

Some horrible pill.

Sybil, take him upstairs.

Il ne manque que ça.

CORA: Tom has been the victim of a cruel prank, which I know you will all be kind enough to forget.

Forgive, perhaps.

Forget, never.

Is this true, Larry?

I don't know why you're all getting so hot under the collar.

He's only a grubby little chauffeur chappie, in case you've forgotten... Be silent this instant, sir!

I apologize for my son, Mr. Branson.

Unreservedly.

I only hope you recover before the wedding.

I hope so, too.

Since I want him to be my best man.

Bravo!

ISOBEL: Well said!

Do you really mean it?

Honestly?

I've told you before, if we're mad enough to take on the Crawley girls, we have to stick together.

Thank you, Matthew.

Thank you so much.

EDITH: That was rather marvelous of you to expose Larry Grey like that.

You saved the day, really.

I wouldn't say that.

Matthew saved the day.

No, it was you.

I do hope we'll be seeing a bit more of you once the wedding is over.

Well... Wouldn't you like that?

Oh, I should like that very much.

Much more than I probably ought to.

(laughs softly) Edith, let Sir Anthony go.

Good night, Papa.

Well, that's the last of them.

Where are the others?

They've gone to bed.

So has Edith.

And so should we.

Golly.

What a night for the county to feed off.

But it was good of Matthew to show solidarity.

I suppose so.

We're going to need all the solidarity we can muster.

When will you tell the girls?

I think I should tell Mary now.

No, not before the wedding, surely.

I must.

They're disagreeing about where they should live, so it'd be wrong for me to keep it from them.

Then they can discuss it on the honeymoon and decide more sensibly.

Do you think we should say something to your mother when she gets here?

No.

She'll go into state mourning and cast a pall over the whole proceedings.

Thank God she missed tonight's drama or we'd never hear the end of it.

Don't worry.

She'll bring enough drama of her own.

Mmm.

CELL MATE: It won't work, you know.

And if you don't admit your guilt, they won't let you go when the time comes.

How can I admit what isn't true?

Why do you have to be so pious?

You're a touchy fellow, aren't you?

Don't push me, Craig.

Is that a warning?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I'm warning you.

I'm not sure about the hat.

Is it supposed to look crooked?

Don't listen to her.

I love it.

You're not to change a thing.

Anna?

I think you look lovely, m'lady.

(knock at door) Stop, wait!

Who is it?

ROBERT: Your long-suffering Papa.

I suppose he can come in.

What's this for?

Going-away.

How does it look?

Expensive.

Twice the national debt, I'm afraid.

(chuckling) But I know you don't mind.

Can I have one moment alone to give Mary my blessing?

That's lovely.

Shoo, everyone.

Go on.

Bless me.

Of course.

But there's something I feel I ought to tell you first.

I wanted to wait until you got back, but I don't believe I can.

That sounds rather ominous.

Hello, Mr. Molesley.

I got a message to call on Mrs. Crawley.

Very good, sir.

If you'd like to give me your hat and coat, sir.

Are you going up to the house to welcome the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, I think so.

Are you?

No.

I'll pay homage at dinner.

I've always admired the way Mrs. Levinson is never overawed by the whole set-up at Downton.

Was Napoleon overawed by the Bourbons?

(door opens) ISOBEL: Come in, Tom.

May I call you Tom?

Of course.

Good afternoon, m'lady... That is, Lady Grantham.

I'm glad to find you here, because...

I want to apologize for last night.

Oh, there's no need.

We know it was not your fault.

You weren't the first drunk in that dining room, I can assure you.

Only the first Republican.

Well, you've got me there.

Why was it you wanted to see me?

ISOBEL: We've asked Molesley to look out Matthew's old morning coat.

He is confident he can make it fit.

That's very kind, ladies.

But you see, I don't approve of these costumes.

I see them as the uniform of oppression and I should be uncomfortable wearing them.

Are you quite finished?

I have.

Good.

Please take off your coat.

Molesley, do help him.

If you'll just slip it off, sir.

Shouldn't he put the waistcoat on first?

What's going on?

They're forcing me into a morning coat.

He has no say in it?

No, he doesn't.

And nor do you.

Well, what do you think, Molesley?

It'll need lifting a little here, m'lady.

I'll move the buttons so.

I think the shoulders look odd.

(engine stops) Come war and peace, Downton still stands and the Crawleys are still in it.

Cora!

Mother, how lovely to see you.

As wrong as it is.

Robert, aren't you going to kiss me?

With the greatest enthusiasm.

Tell me, where does this come from?

I hired it in Liverpool.

Why?

I thought it might be a gift from the U.S. government to help get Britain back on its feet.

Carson and Mrs. Hughes, the world has moved on since last we met.

And we have moved on with it, Madam.

Really?

It seems so strange to think of the English embracing change.

Mrs. Hughes, this is my maid, Reed.

Sybil, tell me all about the arrangements for the birth.

We do these things so much better in the States.

Edith, still no one special?

Well, well, never mind.

You must take a tip from the modern American girl.

Ah, Mary, dearest Mary.

Now, you tell me all of your wedding plans and I'll see what I can do to improve them.

What's the matter with you?

Mrs. Patmore knows.

REED: Should I tell you Mrs. Levinson's requirements during her stay?

No, tell her.

Yes, Miss Reed.

How can I help?

Well, to start with, I will need goat's milk in the mornings.

Goat's milk?

Fancy that.

She drinks only boiled water.

Really?

In England, that is.

Shouldn't Daisy be doing this?

I ought to take the tea up.

I'll have it ready in a moment.

No fats, no crab and nothing from the marrow family.

MARTHA: Do explain again how exactly you are related to all of us, Mr. Crawley.

Rather distantly, I'm afraid.

My great-great-grandfather was a younger son of the third earl.

My, I'm going to have to write that down so I can study it.

Look at our page in Burke's.

You'll find Matthew there.

Good.

Because I would so like to understand why he gets to inherit my late husband's money.

(laughs nervously) I know, it's funny, isn't it?

(laughing lightly) Not everyone shares your sense of humor.

But surely it doesn't matter now that they're getting married.

In fact, we'd better turn him out or it'll be bad luck for tomorrow.

CORA: Quite right.

You must be the chauffeur I've heard so much about.

I am, ma'am.

Tom's a journalist now, Grandmama.

Oh, well, well!

I've heard of those journeys on my side of the water.

It's very pleasant to hear of them happening here.

It's all right, Mama.

You can leave us unchaperoned.

After tomorrow, all things are permitted.

Don't embarrass me.

Bye, Matthew.

Get a good night's sleep.

How many moments of Crawley history has this room seen?

With many more to come.

I hope so.

In fact... What happened in the search for Mr. Pumpkin?

Swire's heir?

Have you heard anything?

Yes, Charkham sent a telegram.

I've got it here, actually.

Oh.

"Convincing proof of Pulbrook's death, stop.

Investigating date."

Well, what does that mean?

Well, if Pulbrook died after Reggie, then his heirs get the money.

But if he died first, then I do.

But that's absurd!

What right have his heirs to inherit anything?

Well, darling, what right have I?

And frankly, what difference does it make?

I shan't keep it if I get it.

Well, actually, you will.

Because something rather terrible has happened.

You see...

Apparently Papa has lost a great deal of money.

Enough to ruin him.

Enough for us to lose Downton.

God, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Yes, but surely, if Mr. Pulbrook did die before Swire, then we're saved.

Darling, I don't think you understand.

Reggie Swire would have put me in his will because he believed I was his daughter's one true love.

So you were.

Yes, but...

But I broke Lavinia's heart and she died.

He never knew that.

How could I possibly allow myself to profit from her death?

To dine in splendor because I took away a woman's will to live?

So you're prepared to destroy us in payment for your destroying her?

Darling, please!

You know I would do anything for this family.

Anything except help us.

Except save Papa from living out the rest of his days in humiliation and grief.

And what about us?

What about our children?

Oh God, Matthew, how can you be so disappointing?

Mary, please... No!

Don't you see what this means?

Don't you see what a difference this makes?

It means that you're not on our side, Matthew.

It means that deep down, you're not on our side!

ANNA: How are you getting on with your new companion?

BATES: I don't like him, but so far I've kept it to myself.

So, who are the bridesmaids?

You don't care about all that.

You're wrong.

It's the stuff of my dreams.

The panic that a dinner won't be ready, or a frock isn't ironed, or a gun wasn't cleaned.

Do you know where you're going for the honeymoon?

Oh, I want to talk about that.

They'll stay in London with Lady Rosamund for a couple of days, just to get used to each other... (laughing) And then they go to the south of France.

I'll hire a replacement in London and then I'll come home instead.

Lady Mary won't mind.

I'll pay.

And why would you do that?

Well, to be near you, of course.

Don't you understand?

While I'm in here, you have to live my life as well as your own.

Go to France, see some sights, get us some memories.

But I wouldn't be home for a month.

And won't we have something to talk about?

Go.

I insist.

For my sake.

I was so afraid I was going to be late.

To think... Oh!

Violet.

Oh dear, I'm afraid the war has made old women of us both.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

But then I always keep out of the sun.

How do you find Downton on your return?

Much the same, really.

Probably too much the same.

But then I don't want to cast a pall over all the happiness.

How could you ever do that?

Tell me, what do you think of young Lochinvar, who has so ably carried off our granddaughter and our money?

Do you approve of him?

Not as much as you will, when you get to know him.

Hmm.

Has he gone home to change?

Oh, no, we won't see him again tonight.

The groom never sees the bride the night before the wedding.

Nothing ever alters for you people, does it?

Revolutions erupt and monarchies crash to the ground and the groom still cannot see the bride before the wedding.

You Americans never understand the importance of tradition.

Yes, we do.

We just don't give it power over us.

History and tradition took Europe into a world war.

Maybe you should think about letting go of its hand.

There you are.

I see you've said hello to Grandmama.

She is like a homing pigeon.

She finds our underbelly every time.

Dreadful!

ROBERT: No, it wasn't me.

Someone sent Sybil and Tom the price of the tickets to come over.

SYBIL: Does it matter who it was?

It meant we could be at the wedding.

Of course, I wish it had been you, Papa, but I don't mind.

I thank them, whoever they are.

Well, I'm very glad you're here but it wasn't me either, I'm sad to say.

Well, I love a mystery.

Who could it be?

My guess is Cousin Isobel.

She always likes to stick her oar in.

I'm going to ask her.

For heaven's sake, it was me.

You?

But it wasn't your writing.

No, Smithers did it.

Like all ladies' maids, she lives for intrigue.

You wanted me to come here?

I wanted Sybil and her husband to be here for Mary's wedding, yes.

Why keep that secret?

VIOLET: It was silly, wasn't it?

I'm very touched.

I'll admit it.

MARTHA: How democratic.

It makes me think maybe I've been mistaken in you.

I am a woman of many parts.

After all, Branson isn't...

I mean, Tom.

You are a member of the family now.

You'll find we Crawleys stick together.

Not always.

Mary, what is it?

Oh, nothing.

It's just... Oh, Mary, dear... (door opens, Mary walks out) Oh, there you are.

That's all for this course, don't you think, Daisy?

Is Daisy all right, Mrs. Patmore?

Oh, yes.

She's being such a big help.

Now, I think we should check the pudding, Daisy.

Don't you agree?

CORA: It's nerves.

Everyone cries at some point before their wedding.

But what was the quarrel about?

EDITH: I'm not sure.

I know she accused him of not being "on our side."

Well, I hope she's wrong, or that could be rather serious.

ROBERT: Of course he's on our side.

It's ridiculous.

I'll go and see him.

No, I'll go.

I'm his best man.

I should be the one to go.

What?

I know what it is to marry into this family.

I'm not comparing myself to Mr. Crawley, but he is another kind of outsider.

ROBERT: Well, I hardly... MARTHA: Well, why not?

He's the one who'll lose his job if the wedding's cancelled.

I see what you're doing, you know.

What's that, then?

Not responding to my protest.

Oh, "Not responding to my protest."

Very elegant, I must say.

Who've you been talking to?

Thomas?

Well... Oh, just give me the cloth and I'll dry.

But suppose he never gets the money?

It's not about money.

It's that he won't save Papa when he could.

But he has to be true to himself.

That's the point.

He puts himself above the rest of us, don't you see?

What I see is a good man, m'lady.

And they're not like buses.

There won't be another one along in ten minutes' time.

BRANSON: It seems big, but it's not big.

And if it happens and I get the money?

I can't do what she wants.

It's strange for me to be arguing about inherited money and saving estates when the old me would like to put a bomb under the lot of you.

But?

But you're meant to be together.

I've known that as long as I've been at the house.

And at first this kept you apart and then that kept you apart, but please don't risk it a third time.

Because I'll tell you this: You won't be happy with anyone else while Lady Mary walks the earth.

Call her Mary, please.

Never mind what I call her.

I know what I'll call you if you let this chance slip through your fingers.

(gentle knock at door) MATTHEW: I just need a word.

No, go away.

I'm undressed.

You can't come in.

One word.

Come to the door.

BRANSON: Please just give him this chance.

MATTHEW: I won't look at you.

It'd be unlucky if you did.

Only if we were getting married.

Which we are.

My darling, I refuse to quarrel about something that hasn't happened and probably never will.

That's what Anna says.

Then she's right.

My darling, I'm sure we will fight about money and about Downton, about how to rear our children, about any number of other things.

Then shouldn't we accept it?

Matthew, I've been thinking, and I'm not angry now, truly I'm not.

But if we can disagree over something as fundamental as this, then shouldn't we be brave and back away now?

No.

It's not because you're afraid of calling it off?

Because I'm not.

No.

It's because of something Tom said.

That I would never be happy with anyone else as long as you walked the earth, which is true.

And I think you feel the same about me.

Can I kiss you?

Because I need to.

Very much.

No.

It's bad luck to look at me.

What about if I close my eyes and you do, too?

All right.

But you mustn't cheat.

Good night.

Right.

I'm off to collect Matthew.

You look very smart.

I hope so, because I'm extremely uncomfortable.

Branson... That is... Tom.

I want to thank you for what you did last night.

I'm grateful.

I mean it.

They're both strong characters.

I'd say we have plenty of slamming doors and shouting matches to come.

Forgive me, I was about to be indignant, but of course you have a perfect right to speak as you do.

I hope you mean that, too.

I do.

Now hurry up.

CORA: You'd ask, wouldn't you?

If there was anything you wanted me to tell you.

I mean, I'm sure you know.

More than you did.

And relax.

There isn't anything I need to hear now.

Because when two people love each other, you understand, everything... ...is the most terrific fun.

(laughing) Careful, Mama, or you'll shock Anna.

I'm a married woman now, m'lady.

(laughing) I think we should go.

What about Anna?

How are you going to get to the church?

They're waiting for me in the wagonette.

I'll see you there.

I know mine was a wild, runaway marriage, darling, and yours is the one everyone wanted, but what's so thrilling is that this is every bit as romantic.

Thank you.

For always being so sweet.

Love and position, in one handsome package.

Who could ask for more?

Never mind Edith.

Well...

Very, very good luck, my beautiful daughter.

Now you've a great big motor car all to yourselves.

Just think of that!

So we expect you to behave as if you were quite grown up.

You can do that, can't you?

Have you got everything you need?

Yes.

Come on, then.

Be careful of your dress.

(children giggling) Settle down.

All right?

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

CHILDREN: Bye!

Bye-bye!

Have you got everything you need?

We do.

Now, be off with you and enjoy yourself.

I wish we were going.

And who'd get the food ready for when they come back?

Still, fetch your coat and we'll see her off.

Right.

See you in a minute.

We're just leaving now, m'lord.

As soon as we've got Anna.

ANNA: Here comes the bride!

Will I do, Carson?

Very nicely, my lady.

Thank heavens you got everything settled.

You had me worried.

It's not quite settled, I'm afraid.

He won't get off that easily.

But you're happy?

I am.

And what about you?

I'm so happy.

So very happy, I feel my chest will explode.

(organist playing "Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring") It's so lovely that you're here.

Come behind us.

I can't, I'm not family.

But you almost are.

Morning.

Thank you.

Molesley.

I'm very grateful to you for keeping Mr. Branson up to the mark.

We both are, aren't we?

We certainly are.

Thank you, sir.

This is a proud day, Mrs. Hughes.

I don't know if I'm proud, but I'm very glad you're happy, Mr. Carson.

You're next, darling.

You'll see.

Will I?

It's so encouraging to see the future unfurl.

As long as you remember it will bear no resemblance to the past.

(cheering, church bells ringing) (cheering) Good luck.

(organist playing processional) You came.

To be honest, I wasn't completely sure you would.

I'm glad to hear it.

I should hate to be predictable.

(both laughing softly) Who will groan first when they see it, Granny or Papa?

(laughing) I should think they'll howl at the moon in unison.

(Mary laughing) (engine stops) ROBERT: What in God's name is this?

Well, I never.

CORA: Where did this come from?

I ordered it on the way through in London, picked it up on the way back.

It's an AC.

Well, at least it's English.

Welcome back, my darling.

How was the honeymoon?

My eyes have been opened.

Don't I know it.

Now come on in.

MARY: Did Anna get back all right?

CORA: Yes.

Who's that for?

And why are you doing it down here?

It's for Mr. Matthew.

It was creased and I brought it down to iron.

You're never looking after him.

What about Mr. Molesley?

He's staying on at Crawley House.

Then why wasn't I asked?

Mr. Carson thought it best.

Did he indeed?

I wonder how that came about.

And if you are learning how to do your job, you should never open a shirt in a room like this where it might be marked, let alone put studs in it.

Do that in a dressing room and nowhere else.

Thank you.

Yes, thank you, Thomas, for always trying to be so very helpful.

(dressing gong rings) So how did you enjoy the South of France?

It was lovely, but almost too hot, even now.

I think it's such a shame they close things up during the summer.

I love the sun.

So we can see.

Oh, you couldn't be in Cannes in the summer.

No one could bear it.

I could.

(softly): Just how long is she here for?

Who knows?

VIOLET: No guest should be admitted without the date of their departure settled.

You won't get any argument from me.

There's a hideous pile of post, I'm afraid.

I've put it on the hall table.

Don't look at it tonight.

What have you been up to?

As a matter of fact, I've found myself a new occupation.

But I'm afraid Cousin Violet doesn't think it's quite appropriate.

Can we talk about it afterwards?

MARTHA: Are there still forbidden subjects in 1920?

I can't believe this.

(chuckling) I speak of taste, rather than law.

Oh, it's not my taste.

What about you, Cora?

I agree with Mama.

Some subjects are not suitable for every ear.

Oh.

Pas devant les domestiques?

MARTHA: Come on, my dear, Carson and Alfred know more about life than we ever will.

Can't we stop this?

How?

She's like a runaway train.

Shall we go through?

MARY: What about poor old Strallan?

Have you seen anything of him?

I don't know why you call him poor or old when he's neither.

Isn't it dangerous to let this Strallan nonsense simmer on?

To be fair, I don't think it's coming from him.

Then ask him to end it.

It'll be more effective than if we try.

Oh, she ate it, then.

I'm never sure about Americans and offal.

I think she'd eat whatever you put in front of her, that one.

What a gob.

Thought Mr. Carson was going to put a bag over her head.

Oops!

Mrs. Levinson knows you make fun of her.

But she makes fun of you.

Then we're all square, aren't we?

The chimney isn't drawing properly.

This oven's not hot enough.

Ooh, a bad workman always blames his tools.

You're busy.

No, I'm not.

Well, we're eating in half an hour, but it's all done.

Well, if you could spare a minute.

This is very good.

I hope you didn't open it for me.

Certainly I did.

To welcome you into this house as my son.

I can't tell you how glad it makes me.

Robert, I want us always to feel we can be honest with each other.

Of course.

Because Mary's told me about your present difficulties.

(sighs) She was right.

Losing Downton will affect you both more than anyone.

I wonder if she's told you about the will of Lavinia's father?

Well, yes, your father told me all about it.

But I cannot understand why so much money was put into one company.

I couldn't agree more.

And now we're to be turned out of Downton...

Even Lloyd George can't want that.

I'm not sure he's a good example.

The point is, have we overlooked something?

Some source of revenue previously untapped?

If only we had some coal, or gravel, or tin.

Well, I can think of someone who's got plenty of tin.

So you help women who have fallen over?

Not quite.

Cousin Isobel helps women who have had to degrade themselves to survive.

There's a center in York.

Oh, no addresses, please, or Alfred will be making notes.

MARTHA: So what do you do for these women?

Well, first we like to send them away.

To rest.

I should think they need it.

And then we try to find them alternative employment.

The war destroyed many households.

In thousands of families, the breadwinners are dead.

So you want me to contribute?

You don't have to give money after every conversation, Mother.

No?

Isn't that what the English expect of rich Americans?

But why can't you benefit from the will?

You've done nothing wrong.

When Swire made it, he didn't know I'd broken his daughter's heart.

It was to reward my fidelity, when in fact I betrayed her.

If I kept that money, I would be no better than a common criminal.

I see.

Well, if that's how you feel, then there's no more to be said.

I'm ever so sorry, m'lord.

I thought you were out of here.

Yes, we should be.

Please.

We're going now.

Well, it's a lump, all right.

There's no point in dithering about that.

What are you going to do about it?

I don't know.

Well, I do know.

Tomorrow you'll make an appointment with the doctor, and we'll see what he's got to say.

But what if it's... Stop.

If it is-- and I'm not saying it is-- it's best to know now.

I suppose so.

(crying) Now look.

You'll not be alone for a minute if you don't want to be.

But we have to get it seen to.

And then there's expense.

If you must pay money, better to a doctor than an undertaker.

(sobbing) If that's an example of your bedside manner, Mrs. Patmore, I think I'd sooner face it alone.

It seems rather shocking for Anna to have to find me en déshabille.

I'm made of stout stuff, sir.

Don't worry about that.

Are you seeing Bates today?

I am.

And I can't wait.

MARY: Well, give him our best wishes.

I'm sorry, it still seems odd to be found in your bed.

But very nice.

Oh, as nice as nice can be.

I'm going to see Jarvis today and find out what houses are available.

Do you have to?

When these are our last days here?

I thought something might have turned up when we were away, but it seems it hasn't.

Would you rather wait until we have to go and find a new house then?

After all, darling, you are the one who's pushing us out.

STRALLAN: But Mary's only just got back from honeymoon.

It's her family time.

But you are...

Please stop saying I'm family when I'm not.

I'll be there for the big dinner next week.

What is it?

I know you don't mean to hurt me, but... Of course I don't.

That's the last thing I'd ever wish to do.

Then why do you shove me away?

I don't want to, not at all, but...

If you're going to talk about your wretched arm again, I won't listen.

It's not just my arm.

I'm too old for you.

You need a young chap with his life ahead of him.

But your life's ahead of you.

Oh, my dear, if only you knew how much I'd like to believe that.

Then it's settled.

You're not going to push me away anymore, and you are coming for dinner tonight.

That's all there is to it.

How'd you get on with Vera's book?

I had a few answers waiting for me when I got back, and two returned "address unknown."

Who from?

Let me see... One was a Mr. Harlip, I think.

And the other was Mrs. Bartlett.

Harlip doesn't matter.

He was a cousin in the north.

She never saw him.

But Mrs. Bartlett's a shame.

She lived round the corner, she was very friendly with Vera.

I'll find her.

Don't worry.

Tell me about France.

Did you eat frogs' legs and dance the cancan?

No.

But I bought a garter.

You have no other symptoms?

Not that I'm aware of.

You're not feeling ill or tired?

I can't swear to not feeling tired, but nothing out of the ordinary.

Very well.

Well, I'm just going to conduct a preliminary examination.

Do you mind if I stay?

I should prefer it.

What have you got there?

Mr. Matthew's tailcoat.

What do you think that is?

Hmm, hard to say.

I've tried it with all the usual things, but I can't shift it.

I'll give you a tip if you like.

Would you, really?

But keep it to yourself.

I don't want to give away all my secrets.

Oh, there you are, my dear.

Good morning, Granny.

I've been looking for you.

Now, I want to know if we're serious.

About getting that woman, about asking your other grandmother, to come to our aid.

She's made of money, and there's only Mama and Uncle Harold to share it when she's gone.

We can't wait that long.

She looks as if she'll bury us all.

No, we must act now.

We must make her feel it is her duty to save Downton.

But how?

What can we do?

Well, get her to sense its value, of its vital role in the area.

You're her granddaughter.

This will be your house if it survives.

Surely you can make something of that, if she has a heart at all.

We'll come for tea this afternoon.

Then we can begin.

Believe me, there are several stages to go through before there's any cause for despair.

What... stages?

When you come back in a day or two I will remove some fluid from the cyst.

With any luck, it'll be clear and that will be that.

How will you do it?

With a syringe.

Will it hurt?

Since he has to do it whether it hurts or not, I don't see the point of that question.

What I want to know is, what happens if the fluid is not clear?

It will be sent away for analysis.

Because it may be... cancer.

It may be cancer, but I am fairly certain it is not.

There you are.

It's very, very unlikely.

Isn't it, Doctor?

If the doctor treats me like an adult, Mrs. Patmore, why do you insist on treating me like a child?

Does this seem slow to you?

Not really.

Mrs. Levinson is going to the Dower House with the others for tea.

I think he likes me.

He's being friendly, that's all.

Are you all right?

You seem to have been slaving away for hours.

I want to be up to date with it all before I go back into the office.

Anything from Mr. Swire's lawyer?

You can read it if you like.

(sighs) So you are definitely Reggie's heir?

Looks like it.

But if they have to get a death certificate out of the Indian authorities, it won't all be settled by Tuesday.

Good.

Why is it good?

The delay may give you time to change your mind.

Stop punishing me, Mary.

Please.

If I accepted the legacy, I would be taking money under false pretenses.

I'd be stealing.

Your father understands, now why can't you?

I don't think he understands at all.

He just doesn't want to beg.

Anyway, I'm off to Granny's for tea.

I'll see you later.

I do love you so terribly much.

Yes.

I know you do.

CORA: So what's Harold doing now?

His idée fixe is yachts.

Bigger yachts, faster yachts, something with yachts.

Is he happy?

He's much too busy to find out.

It always seems so strange to me that Cora has a brother.

Why?

You know how things work here, Mother.

If there's a boy, the daughters don't get anything.

VIOLET: There's no such thing as an English heiress with a brother.

Why do we never see him?

Oh, Harold hates to leave America.

Curious.

He hates to leave America.

I should hate to go there.

You don't mean that, Granny.

When we're both so drawn to America.

Indeed, indeed we are.

Never more than now, when the bond between the Crawleys and the Levinsons is so strong.

CORA: That's nice.

If you mean it, Mama.

I do.

It is marvelous the way our families support each other.

You mean you needed the Levinson cash to keep the Crawleys on top.

I'm not sure we'd put it that way.

I am quite sure we would not.

But I hope you do feel that Mama's fortune has been well spent in shoring up an ancient family.

Well, you gotta spend it on something.

What happened here?

I...

I just... You just what?

There was a mark in it.

Well, I know there was a mark in it, but you didn't need to burn it away.

What have you done?

Well, I'll go down in my dinner jacket.

You can send it to my tailor in London in the morning.

Come on, nobody's died.

Just find the dinner jacket.

Mrs. Hughes, there don't seem to be any glasses laid for the pudding wine.

Oh, are they having one tonight?

It's on the menus.

I don't write them for my own amusement.

No, I dare say not.

Mrs. Hughes, I am trying, and so far failing, to persuade his lordship to bring the staff levels back up to snuff.

But until he does, it is vital that you pull your weight.

(sighs) Newport's not a jungle, not at all.

But it is a little less formal.

Well, Matthew obviously wants you to feel at home in his play clothes.

(chuckling) Don't blame me for this.

I'm afraid Alfred and I had a bit of a disaster earlier.

Why, what happened?

Somehow the poor chap managed to burn a hole in my tails.

But don't worry.

It can be mended.

Careful, Carson, steady the Buffs.

Beg pardon, m'lord.

I rather like dinner jackets.

And I agree with you: sometimes it's nice to be informal.

Especially when a couple is alone.

MARY: But people like us should lead the fight to keep tradition going.

If you mean we can never change, I can't agree to that.

Nor me.

I think accepting change is quite as important as defending the past.

MARY: But the role of houses like Downton is to protect tradition.

That's why they're so important to maintain.

Don't you agree, Mrs. Levinson?

We must do everything in our power to keep houses like Downton going.

Sure, if you think it's worth it.

So who's coming to dinner next week?

Some locals.

We thought you'd like to see Downton on parade.

That's right, Grandmama.

I'm glad we've planned a dinner.

We can show you the real point of Downton.

ALFRED: I don't know what to say, Mr. Carson.

O'BRIEN: What's going on here?

Alfred has embarrassed the family.

He forced Mr. Matthew to appear downstairs improperly dressed.

Oh, you make it sound quite exciting.

I will not tolerate vulgarity, thank you, Miss O'Brien.

I'm sure Alfred didn't mean to, Mr. Carson.

I asked Thomas how to get a mark... Oi, oi, what's this?

The stuff you gave me to clean the tails burned a hole in them.

No such thing.

I gave you some soda crystals, that's all.

If you used them wrongly, it's not my fault.

This is what comes of making him run before he could walk.

If you want me to stay away from her, of course I will.

I know it sounds harsh...

Please, Robert.

I understand completely.

Lady Edith is your daughter and you don't want her involved with some cripple who is far too old.

Now you're the one who's harsh.

The trouble is, she calls round regularly.

I can hardly ask for her not to be admitted.

I suppose I could write to her.

I hope you won't feel we can't be friends after this.

But let's leave it for a while.

I'll duck out of the dinner next week.

It might be best.

Thank you.

That's the one you should have taken.

Soda crystals.

But he didn't give me that.

He pointed to this one.

I promise.

You don't have to promise.

I believe you.

So you think he's not ready?

He's just a lad, m'lord.

He can see to the odd visitor, but permanent valet to Mr. Matthew?

It's too much.

Actually, I'm pretty sure Mr. Crawley would rather manage on his own.

They wouldn't like that downstairs, m'lord.

I was afraid you'd say that.

So what would you suggest?

Ask Mr. Molesley to join us.

It'd be kinder to Alfred in the long run, kinder than asking more than he can give.

How is that poor footman?

I thought Carson was going to eat him alive.

Very glum.

To be honest, he has been a clot.

I'll have to send the coat up to London.

Well, get it done quickly.

This dinner has to be the grandest of the grand.

What do you hope to show her?

Why Downton matters.

Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart.

Hasn't Cora had her share of the Levinson gold?

I thought what was left was headed for your uncle.

It's not so laid down in America.

He's as rich as Croesus as it is.

So you mean to fleece her?

Since you're the one to get us out of this hole if you wanted to, I won't take any criticism, thank you.

Will she do it?

Granny means to make her, or die in the attempt.

Now stop talking and kiss me, before I get cross.

Well, you heard him.

With any luck, you'll know at once.

I wish you could get those maids under control.

They've broken one of the serving dishes this time, and with the dinner next week!

We're short of a footman, we're short of a kitchen maid and one house maid, at least.

That's if Anna is to be a proper lady's maid, which is what Lady Mary wants.

Well, naturally.

She likes things done properly.

For heaven's sake, we can't do things properly until either his lordship allows us the staff we need or until you and the blessed Lady Mary come down from that cloud and join the human race!

I can only suppose that you are overtired.

I bid you good night.

You see, she's... Good night, Mr. Carson.

We will discuss the dinner in the morning.

And no, Mrs. Patmore, you may not tell him.

Have you finished with Mr. Matthew?

I have, he's in the dining room.

Very good.

You won't need to attend to him again.

Mr. Molesley will be coming up from the village.

Has Mr. Matthew complained?

He didn't have to.

It's not your fault.

We've hurried you along too fast.

You mustn't feel badly.

This is Thomas's doing.

But don't you fret.

I'll make him sorry.

I'm on your side.

(laughs) I'm glad somebody is.

No Mary?

She says she's a married woman now, so she can have breakfast in bed.

I'm sorry about your tails.

MATTHEW: Carson's sending them up on the London train this morning.

They'll have to put a new panel in.

ROBERT: We thought we'd get Molesley to come and look after you.

He knows your ways.

I'm perfectly happy to...

I think it best if he comes.

I do need to talk to you about the other staff we need, m'lord.

(silverware clanking) Not now, Carson.

But you may send for Molesley if Mrs. Crawley has no objection.

(silverware drops) Edith?

Oh, Papa, how could you?

(sobbing) Golly.

Do you know what that was?

I'm afraid I probably do.

I'm sorry, but quite enough of my father's money has already been poured into Downton.

Why should Harold lose half his inheritance because of our folly?

So it's all Papa's fault?

Well, it isn't my mother's and it isn't my brother's.

I don't see why they should pay for it.

We're still going to ask.

What are you so afraid of?

If we sell, we move to a smaller house and a more modest estate.

We don't have to go down the mine.

You don't understand.

Mary, a lot of people live in smaller houses than they used to.

Which only goes to show that you're American and I am English.

I shall be Countess of Grantham one day, and in my book, the Countess of Grantham lives at Downton Abbey.

(bell tolling) ISOBEL: What job might you be suited to?

Because we're not simply here to give you food.

We must try to find you your place in the world.

Do you want to speak to me?

Yes, Mrs. Crawley, I do.

Have you come for our help?

You're very welcome if you have.

Wait a minute.

I know you.

You were the maid who brought your child into the dining room at Downton that time.

I'm sorry, this has been a mistake.

I thought I was ready to ask you, but I'm not.

I'm not ready.

Ask me what?

(door opens) (sighs nervously) I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ladies.

The fact is it's not quite as simple.

Oh, my God.

Mrs. Patmore, will you please leave the hysteria to me?

I'm afraid the test was inconclusive.

I had hoped that the fluid from the cyst would be clear, but there are traces of blood in it.

Not enough to confirm the presence of cancer, but a little too much to exclude it.

So what happens now?

I send it away for analysis.

And this stage will take some time.

How much time?

Anything up to two months.

Oh, my... Until then, please try to take it a little more easily.

Sit down and put your feet up, if you can.

Ooh, the chance'd be a fine thing.

Would you like me to say something to Lady Grantham?

No, thank you, Doctor.

I'll speak to her myself, if I need to.

Thank you.

(crying) My darling girl.

What's this?

I think you know what it is, since you asked Sir Anthony to write.

Edith, you do understand that I only ever want what's best for you.

And you're the judge of that.

In this, I think I am.

Sybil marries a chauffeur and you welcome him to Downton.

But when I'm in love with a gentleman, you cast him into the outer darkness.

She has a point, Robert.

Strallan is certainly a gentleman.

Well, besides which, Edith tells me he has a house, he has money, he has a title, everything that you care about.

You make me sound very shallow.

Aren't you?

When you make me give him up because he has a bad arm?

Oh, it's not the only reason.

He's a quarter of a century too old.

Did she tell you that?

Your daughter is sad and lonely, Robert.

I don't mean to interfere, but... Don't you?

If you ban him from Downton, I'll only go to his house.

I mean it.

I don't believe he'd see you.

Then I'll just wait outside until he does.

How can you not like him because of his age?

When almost every young man we grew up with is dead!

Do you want me to spend my life alone?

I didn't say I don't like him.

I like him very much.

So do I, Papa.

Oh, so do I.

Please ask him back.

He writes he's not coming to Mama's dinner, but please make him.

Please, please, please.

Oh, all right, then.

I've found Mrs. Bartlett.

I wrote back to the tenant of her old house explaining, and they've sent me a forwarding address.

I don't know why they didn't before.

Just because you know where she is doesn't mean she'll talk to you.

Why not?

Audrey Bartlett was the nearest thing Vera had to a friend.

That's why I want to meet her.

Maybe, but when she looks at you, she won't see the real Anna Bates.

She doesn't have to like me.

I need her to be honest.

I'm going to write and ask for a meeting.

I can get to London and back in a day.

She won't agree.

I've the rent from the house so I can make it worth her while.

Why do you think Vera didn't go and see her instead of sending that letter?

What do you mean?

When Vera was frightened about your visit, she wrote that letter, saying how scared she was, instead of walking round to see her friend.

Maybe she did both.

So what's the news at home?

I shouldn't tell you, really.

I haven't told any of the others.

It's breaking the code of a lady's maid.

(whispering): His lordship's in trouble.

It seems they may have to sell.

What?

Sell Downton?

That makes me sad.

I wouldn't have thought there was much that could touch me in here, but that does.

(panting) (knocking at door) It's never come.

They promised and promised and I thought it was sure to be on the 7:00, but it's not.

Well, I'll just have to wear black tie.

But Lady Mary, she'll...

These things don't matter as much as they did.

Lady Mary knows that as well as anyone.

Thank you.

I know I'm early... MARY: Granny!

Come and see what we've done!

Ooh, excuse us.

What do you think?

Nothing succeeds like excess.

When shall we tackle her?

After dinner.

We'll get her on her own.

She won't want to see all this go.

Not now she knows it's for her own granddaughter.

She won't.

Never mistake a wish for a certainty.

Let's hope she won't.

DAISY: Mrs. Patmore... What is it now?

It's smoking.

The range.

The wind must be in the wrong direction.

Just rake it through.

Where's Alfred?

Why?

Where's Alfred?!

I think he's in the servants' hall.

Where are they?

Where are what?

His bloody evening shirts, that's what!

Where have you put them?

I haven't touched his evening shirts.

Why would I?

Have you done this?

Thomas, why would I know anything about his lordship's shirts?

When I find out... Keep your histrionics to yourself and hurry up about it.

Her ladyship's already in the drawing room.

Are you telling me his lordship's not even dressed?

You can't have lost them all!

I haven't lost any of them, m'lord.

They've... they've been taken by someone, stolen, pinched.

Why would they do that?

To get at me, m'lord.

Are you not popular downstairs?

Oh, I wouldn't say that, m'lord.

But you know how people can be.

They like a little joke.

Well, I'm sorry, but this is quite unacceptable.

If you uncover the culprit, refer them to me.

But for now, what are we going to do?

Good evening, Sir John.

It can't be going out!

Well, it is.

There must be a block in the flue.

But the dinner's not cooked.

We haven't even put in the soufflés.

DAISY: There'll be no soufflés tonight.

MRS. PATMORE: And the mutton's still raw.

What in heaven's name is going on?

I'll tell you what.

We've 20 lords and ladies in the drawing room waiting for dinner, and we've got no dinner to give them.

Oh, my God.

Why are you not in white tie?

Darling, please forgive me.

I'm afraid they never sent my tails back.

You are not in white tie either.

What have you come as?

I'm so sorry.

Thomas has lost all my dress shirts.

Why is he still here?

I thought you'd given him his marching orders.

I had, but my dear mother-in-law intervened.

I've a good mind to tell her... No, no, no, not tonight.

She must have it all her own way tonight, don't you think?

Oh, you two are dressed for a barbeque.

I feel like a Chicago bootlegger.

I don't even know what that means, but it sounds almost as peculiar as you look.

Robert, come quickly.

What is it?

Apparently the oven's broken down.

ROBERT: It can't have done.

What does that mean?

To cut a long story short, it means we have no food.

Oh!

Funny clothes and no food.

It should be quite an evening.

Thank you, Mother.

Nothing's cooked, and nothing's going to be cooked.

But surely... Shall we just tell them to go home?

No, Cora, please, come on.

They've come for a party and we're going to give them a party.

Carson, clear the table.

You go down to the larders, you bring up bread, fruit, cheese, chicken, ham, whatever's edible.

We're going to have an indoor picnic.

They are going to eat whatever they want, wherever they want, all over the house.

Are you quite sure, madam?

It's not really how we do it.

How you used to do it.

Oh, come on.

It might be fun.

I agree.

We'll all pull together and it'll be great fun.

Yes!

Now, I know what we need.

MARTHA: Does anyone here play the piano?

Oh, Mama, this is so exactly not what we wanted the evening to be!

If it's the end of your undignified campaign, I won't be sorry.

We can't just give up.

Certainly not.

Do you think I might have a drink?

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I thought you were a waiter.

Slice that finely, and fetch some parsley.

And cut the dry bits off.

ALFRED: You're good to lend a hand.

REED: I don't mind helping.

I think it's good to do other things sometimes.

I know you do.

MOLESLEY: There's not much left of this.

Better cut it in squares and put it with the ham.

You're very smart in your new valet's outfit.

Alfred, go and check the meat larder.

Bring anything back you think a human being could swallow.

Chop, chop, Mrs. Hughes.

We can rest later, but not yet.

But Mr. Carson, would you just... Mr. Carson's quite right.

There's not a minute to lose.

Psst.

Do you want to know a secret?

Those shirts that Thomas thinks you stole?

I saw who took them and I know where they are.

Who did take them?

Never mind that.

But I followed.

I'll show you if you want.

Why are you being so nice to me?

Because I like you.

And you can say it?

Just like that?

I'm an American, Alfred, and this is 1920.

Time to live a little.

I thought you were just trying to find something out for Mrs. Levinson.

What would she need to find out when she can read them all like the palm of her hand?

She won't help, you know.

Help with what?

Never mind.

Just kiss me again.

MARTHA: Now all of you, find whatever it is you want to eat and take it wherever you want to sit.

Anywhere?

Anywhere all over the house.

If any of you have ever wanted to explore Downton Abbey, this is your chance.

I'm sorry if it's all a bit casual.

It's exciting, Lord Grantham.

I feel like one of those bright young people they write about in the newspapers.

Thank you, Lady Manville.

Cheer up.

She won't be here forever.

But how much damage will be done before she goes?

♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪ ♪ I'm in love with you ♪ ♪ Let me hear you whisper ♪ ♪ That you love me too ♪ ♪ Keep the love light glowing ♪ ♪ In your eyes so true ♪ ♪ Let me call you sweetheart ♪ ♪ I'm in love... ♪ ♪ With you.

♪ (some laughter, applause) MRS. HUGHES: Is there anything for our supper?

I've hidden a veal and egg pie.

Oh, I wish you'd let me talk to Mr. Carson.

I don't want to be a sick woman in his eyes for the next two months.

Or a dying one in the months to come after that.

(sobbing) Shh, shh...

I know it'll be all right.

No, you don't.

But I appreciate the sentiment.

STRALLAN: Are you absolutely sure you won't wake up in ten years' time and wonder why you're tied to this crippled old codger?

Only if you keep talking like that.

Do you know how much you mean to me?

You have given me back my life.

That's more like it.

And you're certain you won't wait?

To give you the chance to change your mind?

Don't worry.

I can get it organized in a month.

Shall we tell them tonight?

No, no.

I'll come back in the morning.

(sighs happily) Alfred, can I ask you something?

Why do you like that American girl?

Steady!

Who says I do?

Don't you?

All right, I suppose I do.

And it doesn't matter that she's fast or that you won't see her again after she's gone home?

So what?

She made me feel good about myself, Daisy.

I feel good for the first time since I came here.

That's what matters to me.

Alfred, hurry up.

I need you to take round the claret.

All through the rooms?

Won't they spill it on the floor?

If you ask me, we are staring into the chaos of Gomorrah.

But we have to give them more wine, and you are going to help.

What's that?

I've to take it upstairs, for his lordship.

Then be quick about it.

But of course I'll help you any way I can.

Thank heaven.

Oh, it seems our family owes Downton's survival to the Levinsons not once but twice.

No, I'm so sorry, but you've misunderstood me.

No, I cannot rescue Downton.

It's a shame if it has to go, but I can't.

But why not?

Because your grandpa tied the money down.

He felt that the Crawley family had quite enough.

But you said you'd help us.

I can entertain all of you in Newport and in New York and I can add to Cora's dress allowance, but that's all.

My income might be generous, but I cannot touch the capital.

Besides, Mary, the world has changed.

These houses were built for another age.

(exasperated sigh) Are you quite sure you want to continue with the bother of it all?

Quite sure.

If I were you and I knew I was going to lose it, I should look on the sunny side.

Both of our husbands tied the money up tight before they were taken.

Lord Grantham wasn't taken.

He died.

I suppose it's scrap sandwich for the servants tonight.

Mrs. Patmore's kept something by.

Who put them back?

What?

The shirts.

Who put them back?

O'BRIEN: Oh, they're back, are they?

You mean you overlooked them in the first place.

Don't tell me what I mean, Miss O'Brien.

I'm warning you...

Listen to yourself.

You sound like Tom Mix in a Wild West picture show.

Stop warning me, and go and lay out his lordship's pajamas.

(laughing) What are you laughing at?

Seems those missing shirts went for a walk and now they've come home.

Really?

Have they?

You didn't see nothing.

I agree.

Because if you did, I'll cut you.

(choking) Don't ever threaten me.

I forgot I was sharing a cell with a murderer.

Don't forget it again.

MARTHA: This evening has made me homesick for America.

It's time to go.

I don't suppose you want some whisky to take to bed?

Oh, but I'd love one.

No water.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I can't help you keep Downton, Robert.

That's what Mary wanted.

Ah.

I thought there was something.

You know, the way to deal with the world today is not to ignore it.

If you do, you'll just get hurt.

Sometimes I feel like a creature in the wilds whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.

Some animals adapt to new surroundings.

It seems a better choice than extinction.

I don't think it is a choice.

I think it's what's in you.

Well, let's hope that what's in you will carry you through these times to a safer shore.

CARSON: Is everything all right?

Certainly.

Was there something you wanted?

The kitchen managed well tonight in difficult circumstances.

His lordship sent his thanks.

Was the evening a success?

The odd thing is, I think it was.

Though for me, everyone sprawled on the floor, eating like beaters at a break in the shooting, that's not a party.

It's a works outing.

Where's the style, Mrs. Hughes?

Where's the show?

Perhaps people are tired of style and show.

Well, in my opinion, to misquote Dr. Johnson, if you're tired of style, you are tired of life.

(chuckles) Good night, Mr. Carson.

You'd say if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?

I know I've been a bit crabby, but I am on your side.

Thank you for that.

You've just missed an admirer.

Mr. Carson says you did well tonight.

Did you tell him?

No.

And what is there to tell?

One day I will die.

And so will he and you and every one of us under this roof.

(sighs) You must put these things in proportion, Mrs. Patmore, and I think I can do that now.

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