Episode 1

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (baby crying) (baby's crying continues) (birds cawing) (bell ringing) I'll have to go.

Yes, of course you must go... Oh, but who'll give the letter to her ladyship?

Oh, I can do that.

And I'll take her breakfast and dress her today.

But I haven't got time to make it a regular thing.

No, I can do it until she finds someone else.

Lady Mary won't mind.

What's the matter with you?

Miss O'Brien's upped and left!

Never.

Jimmy!

Jimmy!

Miss O'Brien's gone!

What?

Gone where?

Well, how should I know?

Madge!

O'Brien's gone.

MAID: Have you heard?

MAID 2: Heard what?

Miss O'Brien-- she's gone.

What d'you mean, gone?

She's left.

Left?

She's packed up.

(excited chatter) I can't believe it.

I can.

Sneaking off like a thief in the night.

That's O'Brien to a T. I just can't believe Susan has done this to me.

MRS. HUGHES: Miss O'Brien did say that she got on very well with Lady Flintshire when she was up in Scotland.

So I gather.

"Lady Flintshire has booked my ticket for India and it seems too good a chance to miss."

Was there really no warning?

Now I think of it, she'd a telegram yesterday.

That must have been it.

So what happens now?

I'll dress you today, m'lady.

And Anna will take over tomorrow until you find a replacement.

And she really gave no clue?

She didn't say anything to me, Mr. Carson.

Honest, not a word.

As long as she didn't.

I know you all think she must have said something, but she didn't.

I believe you.

Thousands wouldn't.

She may be my aunt, but she's a dark horse.

No one will contradict you there.

Susan Flintshire has stolen Mama's maid whilst her daughter's a guest in this house?

I'm sure she wouldn't put it like that.

I don't care how she puts it.

It's absolutely disgraceful.

(door opens) It's all right.

Madge told me.

It is not all right.

Did you have any idea?

No, not really.

I knew that Mummy thought O'Brien was very good at doing hair, and they talked about her wanting to travel... What?

When?

When you were all at Duneagle.

And you didn't think to inform us?

EDITH: I'm in London tomorrow.

I can put an advertisement in The Lady.

Good.

Well, won't it take forever?

Waiting for the magazine to come out?

It can't be helped.

We're meeting Trent at 11:00.

BRANSON: I'll see you there.

I want to walk the plantations first.

I was wondering if Mary might like to come.

Don't bother Mary.

She's got enough on her plate.

Did you really not know anything?

I never thought she'd go through with it.

I thought you might like to take this down with you in case you want a walk.

It's quite chilly.

Where's the black one?

(knock at door) I'm taking Master George out for some air, m'lady, and I wondered if you'd like to come with us.

I don't think so.

But thank you.

Poor little orphan.

Thank you, Nanny.

(door closes) He's not an orphan.

He's got his mother.

Orphans haven't.

He isn't poor either, come to that.

And you don't mind my seeing to her ladyship?

Why would I mind?

I'm not planning a trip round the world.

Mr. Molesley.

Have you seen Mr. Travis?

I need to speak to him about the Bring and Buy Sale.

I'm afraid not, your ladyship.

Never mind.

This were a sad business.

Very, very sad.

I can't believe it's time for the stone already.

Six months.

They always leave six months for the grave to settle.

Tell me, has your son found another job yet?

No, m'lady.

They've let him stay on and he always tries to make himself useful, but it can't go on forever.

And anyway, he's lost his wage.

But he's a properly trained valet.

He could even be a butler.

I hope so, m'lady.

But it's a changing world.

You don't have to tell me.

(baby babbling) Hello!

It'll soon be time for you to get out and walk, young lady.

Please don't touch the children.

Not without my permission.

What?

They're in my charge, and I cannot be too careful.

I would remind you that I knew this young girl's mother, which you never did.

That doesn't make you her friend.

As a matter of fact, it does.

Well, I can't stay here to bandy words.

Will you ask Mrs. Patmore to send up the children's luncheon in half an hour?

Ask her yourself, why don't you?

Was her ladyship very disappointed?

She was, and it'll take quite a while to find a replacement.

I can't believe Miss O'Brien would be so thoughtless.

Can't you?

I can.

JIMMY: She wants an adventure.

What's wrong with that?

I don't blame her.

Not for wanting to go, but why run off and leave us in the lurch?

You're only talking like that so we'll think you didn't know.

That's not kind.

What's the good of a month of sour looks?

Good luck to her, say I.

How was Lady Mary this morning?

The same.

But I suppose she must come out of it eventually.

For Master George's sake, if for no other reason.

I hope so.

Right now, she prefers to leave it all to Nanny West.

I couldn't be a nanny.

Why not?

Don't you like children?

No, I do.

But being a nanny.

You're not one of the family, but you're not one of us either.

What are you talking about?

Being a nanny.

Daisy was saying she thinks it must be a lonely life.

I don't know about that.

But if you ask me, that Nanny West thinks too much of herself.

ALFRED: Why?

What's she done?

She always seems nice to me.

She only tried to give me orders.

You mean she mistook you for a servant?

But he is a servant.

BATES: Don't tell him that.

He'll never get over the shock.

(women giggling) BRANSON: Thank you, Mr. Marsh.

ROBERT: He was bound to be disappointed.

You're really sure you want to abandon the whole plan?

We don't have a choice.

We have to find the death duties on half the estate, and they'll be merciless.

I know.

But I wish we could wait for Mary to come back into play.

She isn't a player.

She has a life interest in one third of Matthew's share of Downton and a third of his other possessions, but everything else belongs to little George.

And that's all the law gives her?

He should have made a will.

But Mary's George's guardian.

Surely that gives her some sort of say?

It's a moot point.

Since I own the other half of everything, isn't it more appropriate for me to manage the boy's fortunes?

Besides, she's in such a fragile state, the last thing I want is for her to start worrying about money.

Of course.

But you don't think... You've seen her.

She hardly has the energy to lift a fork to her mouth.

She loved him very much.

And the price of great love is great misery when one of you dies.

I know that.

Of course you do.

I'm so sorry.

We better get back or we'll be late for lunch.

I've placed advertisements, Mr. Carson.

You know I have.

But the answers weren't suitable?

I didn't get any answers.

Well, at least I did, but when I wrote back, I heard nothing more.

Well, I don't know what to suggest.

Because I can't stay here?

Mr. Molesley, I should hate us to appear inhospitable.

But I can't stay here.

Is it fair on his lordship?

It has been six months.

I suppose I could go to my dad's until I get something sorted.

What a good idea.

Servants' lunch is on the table.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, cheer up, Mr. Molesley.

It may never happen.

It already has.

By the way, I'm going into Thirsk after lunch.

Do you want to come?

I'm walking down to the village to see how Isobel's getting on.

Remind her it's an open invitation.

If she wants to see her grandson or feels like some company, she just has to turn up.

EDITH: I'll tell her.

I might come with you.

I don't think so.

I don't think she's up to seeing many people.

I only meant into the village.

Edith, are you really going up to London tomorrow?

Because I have a couple of errands if you are.

I'm seeing Michael Gregson.

He must have missed you while you've been here.

He's giving a party to introduce me to his literary friends.

CORA: How exciting.

Isn't it, Robert?

(doorbell jingles) I was wondering if I might put a card in your window.

A card, m'lady?

For a job, asking for applicants.

And what sort of job might this be?

Why?

Does it make a difference?

No, I suppose not.

Thank you.

How much will that be?

Sixpence should cover it.

EDITH: You ought to see more of George.

Poor George.

What a burden he is born into.

A baby rich as Croesus and a mother almost passed over.

That's the law.

It seems so strange.

Matthew was always so meticulous.

He thought that death was many years away.

And so it should have been.

If there's anything I can do to help, please let me do it.

I'm grateful.

But you see, when your only child dies... then you're not a mother anymore.

You're not anything, really.

And that's what I'm trying to get used to.

You're a grandmother.

And I know you're going to be a wonderful one.

Afternoon post.

Ah, thank you.

Oh, not this again.

Not what?

Oh, nothing!

Let me know when the upholsterer arrives.

I want to be there when you explain the job in hand.

Very well, but I can easily manage.

He needs to grasp the quality of the tapestry on the chairs before he starts slamming nails into them.

And I couldn't make him see that?

Just closing, love.

I only wanted to know who was looking for a lady's maid.

There's not too many in Downton who need a lady's maid.

You mean the Abbey?

Didn't you used to work there?

I did.

But I've been studying since then.

Studying for what?

To become a lady's maid.

Madge says that Lady Edith saw Mrs. Crawley this afternoon.

How is she?

In a very dark place, I'm afraid.

And no wonder.

For a widowed mother to lose an only son...

There's no more fit person to comfort her than you.

I wonder.

If Lady Sybil had been an only child, I believe I'd have died.

No, m'lady.

You would have lived on for the baby.

And so must she.

(door opens) Thank you so much, Mrs. Hughes, and good night to you.

Good night, m'lady.

M'lord.

Are you all right?

I feel we must settle the question of who is to manage the baby's property.

I don't want to hurry Mary before she's ready.

What question?

She's George's mother and his guardian.

Of course she is, but when it comes to decisions about the estate, shouldn't it be me?

Why?

Because together, my grandson and I own five-sixths of Downton.

And Mary's share is only for her life.

She couldn't do much with it even if she wanted to.

The point being that with the death duties we're facing, there are some big decisions ahead.

And you want to push Mary out.

I'm not pushing her out.

She was never in.

Matthew was co-owner and now his son is.

I worked with Matthew.

I must work for his boy.

Letter for you.

Thanks.

MRS. HUGHES: A lot of letters for a Tuesday.

How do people have time to write when the week is just beginning?

It's Saint Valentine's Day.

Oh, imagine your remembering that and my forgetting it.

Who would have thought such a thing?

I am not a complete stranger to romance, Mrs. Hughes, if that's what you're implying.

Maybe I am now, but I wasn't always.

CARSON: Hold on-- I thought these were all bills.

Daisy!

This one's for you.

THOMAS: Daisy, who's that from?

Don't tease her, Mr. Barrow.

Who sent you a card?

I don't know.

It's not signed.

Nor is mine.

We both must have secret admirers.

Which is no more than we deserve.

That's enough of that, Mr. Bates.

We've work to do.

What's that?

Nothing.

Of course.

It's Valentine's Day.

When are you leaving for London?

I'm catching the 10:00.

I ought to pack.

Have a happy time.

He's just down there.

(man coughing) Mr. Grigg?

Do I know you?

You wrote to Charlie Carson at Downton Abbey.

I work with him.

Did he send you?

Not exactly.

In a way.

(coughing) What did he say about me?

What does he plan to do?

Mr. Carson is very busy.

He wanted me to find out how you are.

Then I think he'll come up with a plan.

I knew it.

He said some harsh things when we last met, but we go back a long way, Charlie and me.

And whatever's happened, to theater folk like us, that means something.

Yes, I'm sure it does.

(coughing) EDITH: This is very lovely.

Shouldn't you be at the office?

Aunt Rosamund's sending her car.

I've missed you.

I haven't stopped thinking about you for one moment.

Well, I'm here now.

And I couldn't be more thrilled because I've got some news.

Well, no, not news.

More an idea.

Go on.

Well, I've done some research and I've discovered that not every country is the same as England.

You amaze me.

No, no, I mean there are places where lunacy is grounds for divorce: like Portugal and Greece, and even Germany.

But wouldn't you have to live there?

No, no, I'm just finding out what's involved.

But if I did live in Germany, would you come with me?

Oh.

Hello, Burns.

This is Burns, Aunt Rosamund's chauffeur.

Good afternoon, m'lady.

Can I give you a lift?

No, I'll take a taxi.

It's the opposite direction.

I'll see you tonight.

NANNY WEST: Oh!

Am I too early?

No, I'm afraid tea was a little late.

Oh, dear.

Can you manage?

Should I give you a hand?

I can manage, thank you, Miss West.

BRANSON: Come to me, darling.

Hello!

Now here's the little prince, m'lady.

See how happy he is to see his beautiful Mama, God bless him.

Thank you, Nanny.

You say you have no purpose, but what about little George?

Surely you're interested in him?

Of course, but I'm not going to drive Mary mad by interfering.

It's the job of grandmothers to interfere.

(doorbell rings) Oh, that's Molesley.

He asked to see me and I told him when he could come.

Oh.

Well, may I stay?

Or is it a secret assignation?

Oh!

I'm very sorry to interrupt, your ladyship.

What is it, Molesley?

I came to ask if you'd consider giving me my old job back.

I apologize for forcing myself on a private conversation.

I will go.

No, please, m'lady.

There's no mystery.

I've lost my job because... well, for obvious reasons, and I thought I'd ask here.

The trouble is I have no need for a butler.

These days, I'm just an old widow who eats off a tray.

I see.

Just because you're an old widow, I see no necessity to eat off a tray.

You and I are different.

Yes, that is very true.

I'm wasting your time.

Should we hear of an opening, where would we find you?

I'm moving to my father's house today, m'lady.

(music and party chatter) Have you had any more time to think about what I said?

You mean our living in sin?

We'd only "live in sin," as you call it, until the divorce.

Don't you want to be with me?

You know I do.

More than anything.

Um, is there any more gin, sir?

We're running rather low.

Yes, I'll...

I'll have a look.

Oh, my Lord.

This is an honor, your ladyship.

I have a message for your son.

Lady Shackleton is joining me for luncheon.

I want him to come and help.

But what about Mr. Spratt?

Well, Spratt will be there, of course, but Molesley can still take an active part.

Lady Shackleton tells me her butler is retiring.

Won't she have made arrangements to find another one?

But that is the point.

She hasn't yet decided whether to replace him or not.

So if Molesley can demonstrate his skills... Mr. Spratt won't mind?

It is not his business to mind.

No, well...

Very good, m'lady.

Thank you very much!

You took a letter out of my wastepaper basket when I had clearly crumpled it and thrown it away?

I could see it had upset you.

I wanted to know why.

I'm sure.

But it didn't occur to you that it might not be your concern why I was upset?

Well, anyway, I did it and I read it and I went to see him!

(sighs) Don't you want to know how he is?

If I wanted to know how he is, I would have answered his letter.

Mr. Carson, he's in the workhouse!

And in case you're wondering, it's as bad as if we were reading about it in a novel by Dickens.

Haven't they closed the workhouses?

No, they haven't.

Not all of them.

Well, at least he's in the dry.

If you can call it dry when there's mold in the very air that you breathe.

This is a man you sang and danced with.

Do you feel nothing?

I don't feel I could be helpful, no.

And I would thank you not to remind me of a time in my life I prefer to forget.

MRS. PATMORE: But why would we need it?

It's a mixer.

It beats eggs and whips cream and all sorts.

You and Ivy do that.

And we'd be glad not to, thank you very much.

Did Lady Edith say why she got it?

Oh, her ladyship asked her to.

DAISY: She wants to save us a bit of elbow grease.

You don't understand.

Before too long, her ladyship could run the kitchen with a woman from the village.

What with these toasters and mixers and such like, we'd be out of a job.

I want to try it.

Then on your own head be it!

Did you like your card, Ivy?

What's it to you?

That'd be telling.

ALFRED: Don't listen.

He's just teasing.

Come on.

Clear out, you two.

There's work to be done.

Do you think that means that Jimmy sent it?

Maybe he thinks it fun to tease.

But don't you see?

If Jimmy sent mine, then who sent yours?

(giggles) Thomas?

"Mr. Barrow" to you.

Can you tell Mrs. Patmore I won't want the scrambled egg for Miss Sybbie's tea.

If you go through here and down the stairs, you can tell her yourself.

Do it, please.

I can't stop.

The children are on their own.

Why did I struggle across London if Rose was going to sort it out?

You had other things to do.

It doesn't explain why Rose put a card in the Post Office window.

ROSE: I just thought how much quicker it would be if we could find someone local.

I do feel responsible.

Have you had any answers yet?

We've had three, and one's promising so we'll see her in Ripon on Friday.

Why isn't she coming here?

She's looking after her aunt and she can't get away.

BRANSON: It's time for you to come back to us.

What would you suggest?

Take an interest in something.

Doesn't matter what.

Poetry or carpentry, history or hats.

I'm interested in George.

Are you?

I will be.

What have you been doing today?

Well, it's this whole business with the repair shop.

Tom, don't bore her with all that nonsense.

It's my fault-- I asked.

Even so.

You concentrate on feeling better.

You mustn't worry about anything else.

Did you send a Valentine's card?

Suppose I did.

Was it to Ivy?

That's my business.

THOMAS: You didn't really send Ivy a card.

Is it likely?

I sent one to Lady Anstruther.

I used to work for her and I heard she's coming back from France.

She might be useful.

Wasn't that a bit forward?

Oh, I don't think she'll mind.

To be honest, Mrs. Hughes, I don't see that it's any of my business.

That's something I never thought I'd hear you say, ma'am.

A wretched man is in the workhouse and he reaches out to us for rescue.

Well, he reached out to Carson.

I don't see what you want me to do.

Mrs. Crawley, I wondered if I could bring him here.

Here?

If you and I were to vouch for him to the authorities, I'm sure we could get him away from that place.

But why here?

Why not the Abbey?

Isn't he Carson's responsibility?

I'm sorry to say it, but Mr. Carson has turned his back on his old pal.

I see.

So you want to risk Carson's wrath by rescuing this Mr. Grigg?

He's a pitiful being, but he's not beyond work.

He's not beyond a decent life, if he could find it.

You see, in my present state, I don't think I'm strong enough to...

But you are, ma'am.

If you could just set aside your grief and use that strength for another's good.

(knock at door) Mr. Branson.

Mr. Carson.

I know you won't think it correct, but I need to ask your help in a difficult situation.

My help, sir?

Lord Grantham is against me in this and with Matthew gone, I've no one else to turn to.

Mary... That is, Lady Mary is not improving.

She's suffered a terrible tragedy.

Of course.

But it's six months now, and she's no better than she was a week after he died.

The only way is for her to find an interest outside of herself, and I know that should be in the running of the estate.

What does his lordship think?

Lord Grantham thinks his duty is to protect Mary and her son by managing everything himself.

And he won't listen to you on the subject?

He sees her as a little woman who shouldn't be troubled by anything so harsh as reality.

And even were I to agree with you, how could I help?

Give her advice.

She'd take it from you.

What makes you say that?

Because she knows you only want the best for her.

I'm going down to the pub tonight.

When?

After our supper.

I'm bored.

I want to stretch my legs.

ALFRED: You can't go to the pub without permission.

It's not your day off.

I can go for a walk, can't I?

(loud whirring) I could never do that.

DAISY: Don't be so soft.

IVY: I couldn't.

I'd keep thinking I were going to be electrocuted.

You should have more faith.

I should have more courage.

How about some Dutch courage, Ivy?

Why not come with me tonight?

What?

Me go to a pub?

Without leave?

You must be mad.

What's the matter?

Don't you ever want to take a chance in life?

But when would we be back?

You're not thinking of going?

I don't know.

I never do anything I'm not supposed to.

What are you not supposed to do?

Nothing.

What's going on there?

I'm making the mousse for tonight.

Oh, my God.

Well, we'd better have some soup put by.

I'd rather not rely on that contraption.

(clock chiming) Can I help you?

I doubt you would if you could.

I'm sorry?

Why didn't you give my instructions to Mrs. Patmore about the eggs?

Because I didn't feel like it.

Besides, why can't Miss Sybbie have an egg to her tea?

I don't have to explain my decisions to you.

You're a member of staff and the orders I give are to be obeyed.

And aren't you a member of staff?

Not in that way.

Now, I believe I'm needed upstairs.

(knock at door) CARSON: May I come in?

Carson?

Of course.

I'll leave you now, m'lady.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm not sure how to start, but before I do, you must know that I would only be as bold as this if I felt it was for your benefit.

Now you're frightening me.

Your ladyship.

Do you have a moment?

What is it, Barrow?

There's something's worrying me, m'lady, and I... Well, I can't hold it in anymore.

Why?

What's happened?

It's Nanny West.

I'm afraid it seems she's been leaving the children to their own devices.

What?

You mean she's neglecting them?

I wouldn't have spoken up if it weren't for a little girl and a baby boy being put at risk.

Carson, this is my fault.

M'lady?

I'm afraid I may have encouraged you to feel you have the right to address me in this way.

His lordship has made a decision and I find it hard that his butler should criticize him for it.

Uh, no, I never meant... You do not seem to understand the effect Mr. Crawley's death has had on me.

As for managing the estate, I wouldn't know where to start.

But Mr. Branson believes you could be very helpful, m'lady, and as the agent, he should know.

He's just nervous that his lordship will retreat to his old ways and abandon all Mr. Matthew's reforms.

And will he?

If he did, wouldn't you approve?

And anyway, whether you approve or not, I'm sorry you feel entitled to overstep the mark.

M'lady?

We're old friends, and as I said, I'm sure this lapse is as much my fault as yours.

But I suggest we don't mention it again.

Now, if you'll excuse me, it's time to go down.

You're letting yourself be defeated, my lady.

I'm sorry if it's a "lapse" to say so, but someone has to.

(door closes) How is the luncheon for the tenant farmers coming along?

Well, I think.

Tom?

They've all accepted except for Barnes at Wheelers Wood.

He's sworn to his sister's wedding.

ROBERT: I think we can forgive him.

CORA: I have a terrible feeling I've double booked.

It's this Saturday, isn't it?

Don't worry, we're not having the wives.

Edith can preside.

I can't, I'm afraid.

I'm going up to London.

Mary, then.

Me?

Well, if George is owner of half the estate now, shouldn't you represent him?

Well, I...

I don't want to bother Mary.

They'd like to see you.

I'm sure they would, but... VIOLET: After all, you'll have to run it if anything happens to Robert, until George is of age, or longer.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Why does everyone keep nagging and nagging?

My husband is dead!

Can't you understand what that means?

After all he suffered in the war, he's killed in a stupid car crash!

Matthew is dead 50 years before his time!

Isn't that enough for me to deal with?

Just leave me alone!

(door slams) Exactly what I was afraid of.

She is living a nightmare, and we must all step back and allow her to come through it in her own time.

Aren't I right, Mama?

VIOLET: No.

We can't discuss it now.

This mousse is delicious, Carson.

Is it the work of Mrs. Patmore?

I suppose she hasn't bought it in.

I don't think so, your ladyship, no.

Then you must be sure to send her our compliments.

What's the matter, lad?

Are you not feeling well?

No, it's not that.

Oh, I don't know, Dad, it's just...

It's just lately, I can't seem to see where I'm going.

I'm... You've had a shock, and no wonder.

You should have been working for Mr. Matthew until you were old, maybe been butler at the Abbey before you were done.

Now all that's gone, and your wages with it.

He were a nice chap, Dad.

You know, whatever the difference between us, he were always polite, always kind.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

But it's raised my standards, do you see?

I mean, who is this old bat her ladyship wants me to meet on Friday?

Now, listen.

In your game, if you want the best, you've got to be the best and work at it.

Get yourself back into service in a good post and you'll soon find your way to where you'd like to be.

Oh... (door opens) I'm leaving.

(door closes) I didn't want to run off without saying goodnight.

I suppose you think I behaved very badly down there.

My dear, I'm not really very interested in whether you behaved badly or well.

No?

No.

I am not your governess.

I'm your grandmother.

And the difference is?

The difference is...

I love you.

Of course you do.

I'm sorry.

Mary, you've gone through a hideous time, but now you must remember your son.

He needs you very much.

I know.

The truth is, I don't think I'm going to be a very good mother.

Why not?

Because somehow with Matthew's death, all the softness that he found in me seems to have dried up and drained away.

Maybe it was only ever there in his imagination.

My dear, there's more than one type of good mother.

The fact is, you have a straightforward choice before you.

You must choose either death or life.

And you think I should choose life?

Charlie Grigg is going to stay with Mrs. Crawley?

The authorities have released him into her charge.

I'm collecting him on Friday.

But why has she agreed to this?

Because she is a kind woman and he is a man in need.

I cannot believe that you are imposing on Mrs. Crawley at a time like this, when she is almost broken by grief.

It's because of her grief I am imposing.

I don't understand you.

No.

You wouldn't.

You must forgive Mary.

I do forgive her.

She is broken and bruised and it is our job to wrap her up and keep her safe from the world.

No, Robert.

It is our job to bring her back to the world.

Well, I'm afraid that is not how I see it.

Really?

Then I can only say that while I will overlook Mary's poor judgment, I find it hard to overlook yours.

Good night.

Oh, Edith, Edith, come to luncheon on Friday.

I...

I mean it.

I need your help to make things a success.

Why?

What are we doing?

We are selling Molesley to Lady Shackleton.

You mean as a servant?

No.

As a Chinese laundryman.

JIMMY: Thank God you're alone.

You've got to help me.

What's the matter with you two?

I don't know, but I'd better go with him if I want to find out.

(coughing) Oh, my Lord, what have you done?

She got a bit tiddly down the pub.

She's not tiddly, she's drunk.

He kept buying them.

What were you trying to do?

Nothing!

She's just not used to it.

Come on.

What on earth?

Ivy's not very well.

Well, that's the understatement of the year.

Bring her inside.

(sighs) Has Mrs. Patmore gone to bed?

She must have, thank goodness.

What were you trying to do?

I wasn't trying to do anything.

As long as you weren't.

Here.

How are you feeling?

A bit better, thank you.

You could have done some real damage.

ANNA: You come along with me now.

But what about Mr. Bates?

Won't he be missing you?

Mr. Bates must wait his turn.

JIMMY: Meant no harm, Ivy, honest.

You won't say anything about this, will you?

'Course not.

Come on.

It wasn't deliberate, you know.

I know you only pretend to like her to tease me.

Why don't you tell her you didn't send that card?

Oh, good morning, Mrs. Crawley.

I didn't know you were here.

Alfred let me in.

I wanted to see Master George, but I'm afraid Nanny West didn't think it a good time.

Oh, Mrs. Crawley, I understand you are offering shelter to Mr. Grigg.

Yes, he's arriving this afternoon.

Only I should hate to feel that you were doing this out of consideration for me.

Mr. Grigg is perfectly capable of managing his own affairs.

Not very successfully if he ends up in the workhouse.

I just don't want you to waste your energy and kindness on an unworthy recipient.

Not at such a time.

I understand.

But you see, Carson, I'd almost forgotten I had either energy or kindness in me.

So that's something, isn't it?

Why is she seeing her in Ripon?

I don't know.

And her ladyship won't wait for the advertisement to come out?

She will if this one's no good, but she wants to get on with it.

How are you, Ivy?

Not wonderful.

(laughing) I suppose we were all young once.

Yes, but you stayed young.

That's the difference.

Forgive me, Miss Braithwaite, but I have the strangest feeling I've seen you before.

Well, yes.

I was just coming to that.

You see, I worked at Downton Abbey, but only for a short time.

Why was that?

I was a housemaid then, m'lady, and I was starting to feel it was time to move on.

I see.

So I took a course in hairdressing, and I could always sew.

And you got a job as a lady's maid.

I did, m'lady, but it only lasted for a few months because the old lady I was working for died.

I am sorry.

I know I don't sound very experienced, m'lady, but I'm a very hard worker and I've practiced what I've learned.

Well, I shall obviously have to talk to Mrs. Hughes if you've worked for us before.

She gave me a wonderful reference when I left.

That does seem very encouraging.

Please say yes, Cousin Cora.

You definitely want the position?

Oh, I do, m'lady.

I enjoyed Downton ever so much.

It was just that the work wasn't sufficiently demanding.

When would you be able to start?

Whenever you want me, your ladyship.

And you can make arrangements for your aunt?

My aunt?

I thought that was why you couldn't come to Downton for the interview.

I'm sorry, of course it was.

I'm quite dizzy that I've got the job.

Um, yes, I can make arrangements for my aunt.

Don't worry about that.

It's settled, then.

I'm perfectly capable of serving luncheon to three ladies.

So why are you here?

I've an idea that she wants to introduce me to Lady Shackleton.

Are you sure this isn't your idea?

I wonder if you haven't pushed her ladyship into it so you could just show off in front of her.

Certainly not!

I think it's my job you're after.

Nothing to do with Lady Shackleton.

No!

So you say.

Well, I'm going to announce luncheon.

But I'm warning you.

That's all.

(door closes) LADY SHACKLETON: My son tells me that this decision to remove the farm subsidies has dealt a terrible blow to landed estates up and down the country.

That awful Mr. Lloyd George.

I agree.

You know, I sometimes wonder if he isn't really German, just pretending to be Welsh.

It's nice to see you here, Molesley.

Molesley's always been a great supporter of the family.

That's good to hear.

Oh, yes.

Granny and I are always saying there's no one more reliable than Molesley.

No one.

(yelling): Careful, Mr. Molesley!

(dish clanking) Oh, are you quite well, Molesley?

Yes, your ladyship.

What are you doing in London, Edith dear?

There's no need to shout like that.

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

(whispering): It looked to me as if you were about to drop it.

Well, I wasn't.

Very well.

Here, take this.

(whimpering pain) Molesley?

I'm sorry, m'lady.

I didn't realize the plate was so hot.

LADY SHACKLETON: Poor man.

He seems quite new to this kind of work.

Does he?

Oh, but that is... No, that is Molesley's strength.

You see, he is always ready for a challenge.

Well, I think it was very kind of you to allow him to have a go at it.

Yeah, well, we try to do our best.

I do find it very hard these days to see how many men are forced to take employment for which they are quite unsuited.

I hope you'll soon get back to whatever it is that you are trained for.

(coughing) Come in, Mr. Grigg.

Mrs. Hughes has told me all about you.

Thank you, Mrs. Crawley.

I was wondering if Charlie might be here.

Charlie Carson.

No.

Mr. Carson's very busy.

But I'll tell him that you've arrived safely.

But he does know I'm coming here?

We talked of it yesterday.

Now, I've run a bath and dug out some clean clothes from the missionary barrel.

They should fit you, at least until we can find something better.

MAID: This way, Mr. Grigg.

GRIGG: You're very kind.

Nonsense, it's the least I can do.

(coughing) While I'm sorting him out, I wondered if you'd look in at the kitchen and tell Mrs. Field that he's arrived and to put his luncheon on a tray.

I think he should stay in bed today and then we can see where we are.

He's right.

You're very kind.

No, no.

We must all do what we can.

Hello.

You look very glamorous.

I thought I'd make a bit of an effort.

I'm glad you did.

I've ordered some wine for us.

Heavens, how spoiling.

I love the Criterion.

It feels so wild to be out with a man, drinking and dining in a smart London restaurant.

Can you imagine being allowed to do anything of the sort five years ago, never mind ten?

The war changed everything.

Mama used to say we could never eat anywhere public, except a hotel we were staying in.

She might cheat and take us to the Ritz, but that was about it.

(laughs) I do love you so.

Do you?

Mmm.

I'm glad.

Is that what we're celebrating?

That and my progress.

I've found out I can divorce Lizzie in Germany if I become a German citizen.

You're willing to become a German citizen?

For me?

You'd do that?

I'd become an Eskimo if it meant I could marry you.

But Germany?

After four years of fighting, you'd join the most hated race in Europe for me?

Can I kiss you?

What, here?

In front of all these people?

I don't care.

Kiss me.

Now.

Edna Braithwaite is coming back?

I would have talked it over with you first, but when I saw that wonderful reference you wrote her...

Yes, but that was because...

I wrote her a good reference because I thought she was a good worker, but I don't see her as a lady's maid.

Couldn't you wait for the replies to the advertisement, m'lady, before coming to a decision?

I'm surprised at you, Mrs. Hughes.

Do you really want to prevent my giving a hard-working young woman a helping hand?

You know, it was Jimmy sent that card to Ivy.

You don't know that.

I think I do.

But if it were him, then Alfie must have sent mine.

MRS. PATMORE: Alfred.

Come with me.

Why?

Never you mind.

Just come along.

ANNA: Mr. Molesley?

Can I get you anything?

A cup of tea?

No, no, I don't want to be a bother.

How was the famous luncheon?

Lady Edith told me all about it.

Was that before or after?

Before.

Right.

Well, let's just leave it at that, shall we?

Mrs. Hughes was looking for me.

I saw her go into her sitting room.

Shall I fetch her?

No need.

ALFRED: I'm sorry not to have mentioned it before.

I sent the card to Ivy.

But Jimmy said...

He didn't send one.

Or if he did, it wasn't to anyone at Downton.

Good night, Mrs. Patmore.

(sighs) But if it weren't him, then who did send my card?

I won't sleep now.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I sent it.

You?

Yes.

I thought Alfred would buy one for Ivy, and I didn't want you to have nothing to open if he did.

I'm sorry if I did wrong.

No, don't be sorry.

I may not have a follower, but at least I've got a friend.

Good night, Mrs. Patmore.

I didn't know what else to say.

I had written her a good reference.

Only because I asked you to.

And was I to tell her that, Mr. Branson, and why you asked me?

It's up to me to tell her.

I'm the one who got us into this fix.

No.

Her ladyship has lost a daughter and a son-in-law.

I cannot now let her think that Lady Sybil's husband was unworthy.

It's too much.

Then what are we to do?

We can't have her here.

We must.

We'll let her come back and we'll make sure that she behaves herself.

And if she doesn't?

We must keep a firm eye on her, and I hope we may rely on you to see that Edna doesn't step out of line.

Of course.

After all, she does appear to have acquired some proper training.

I don't think that's a lie.

Maybe she's moved into the real world.

Well, it all sounds like a ticking bomb to me.

(baby fussing) There, there, my precious boy.

And don't let that chauffeur's daughter disturb you anymore.

Go back to sleep, you wicked little cross-breed.

Your ladyship!

I didn't see you there.

Obviously not.

I was just, uh...

I was just having a game with Miss Sybbie.

I want you to pack tonight and leave first thing in the morning.

But your ladyship...

Please put Master George back into his crib.

You are not to touch the children again.

Oh, I thought it was Nanny West ringing.

No, Mrs. Hughes.

Nanny West is leaving in the morning.

Can you find her a bed for the night and ask one of the maids to sleep with the children?

But your ladyship, I was only joking...

Please, Miss West, I prefer not to discuss it, except to say that your values have no place in a civilized home!

(crying) Now, Mrs. Hughes...

I'll wait here while Nanny West packs.

You will fetch a maid and prepare a room.

You understand, Miss West is not to be left alone with the children.

Not for one minute.

I wonder how Edith's getting on.

She has quite a London life these days.

She's seeing that publisher.

Is it serious?

Well, he's not bad looking and he's still alive, which puts him two points ahead of most men of our generation.

Which doesn't alter the fact that she could do a great deal better.

Do you know anything about him?

Not really.

He talked to Matthew a bit when we were at Duneagle.

Go to bed.

You look done in.

Do you want me at the tenants' luncheon tomorrow?

No, there's no reason for you to be.

I know you're trying to shield me... Let me manage things in my own way, please.

It'll be for the best.

I have ideas, you know.

Matthew and I used to talk... My dear, I know I'm right in this.

Now, go to bed.

(knock, door opens) M'lady?

I'm sorry to bother you so late, but I think you know why I've come.

To apologize.

You have nothing to apologize for.

I pushed into your room and I spoke impertinently.

I suppose you know my grandmother agrees with you.

That doesn't surprise me.

So does this mean you've decided to return to the land of the living?

Because if so, I'm glad.

It means that I know that I've spent too long in the land of the dead.

We were very fond of Mr. Crawley, you know, my lady.

All of us.

I... (sobbing) You cry, m'lady.

You have a good cry.

That's what's needed now.

And when you're ready, you can get to work.

Because you are strong enough.

You're strong enough for the task.

But am I, Carson?

That's the point.

Papa doesn't seem to think so.

Don't you owe it to Mr. Crawley?

To protect his work?

To fight for the changes he made?

To steer Downton in the right direction?

I know I can always count on you for a draft of self-confidence whenever I start to doubt.

And you will always find one here.

Good night, Carson.

Good night, m'lady.

(door opens and closes) (loud whirring, then crash) MRS. PATMORE: Oh, my gosh!

What in God's name?

I must have put those ruddy prongs in wrong.

You did something wrong.

What a day this has turned out to be.

Why?

Nanny West has been sacked.

So that's fun for tomorrow.

Well, I'll get the sack if anyone sees this.

Let Daisy and Ivy clean it up in the morning.

But Daisy mustn't find out I don't know how to work it.

Why ever not?

Because it makes her part of the future and leaves me stuck in the past.

Don't you see?

(sighs) Oh, fetch me an apron.

We'll do it together.

Would you really?

Why not?

Who needs sleep?

Thank you.

I was never sure I liked her.

Nanny West?

It's not for me to have an opinion.

But I will say this... (birds chirping) ROBERT: Where did you get to last night?

I was fast asleep before you came in and you were still sleeping when I left.

I'm afraid it was very late.

But I'm glad you're here now because I want you to know that we owe a great debt to Barrow here.

It turns out Miss West is quite unsuited to the role of nanny-- she is leaving today.

What?

Not another one.

CORA: Trust me-- we'll talk about it later.

I must run or I'll be late.

Barrow, I meant what I said.

Thank you.

I'm glad, your ladyship.

I just had a hunch that she wasn't quite all Sir Garnet.

(men talking loudly) (conversations mingling) There's no problem with that as long as you test them first.

I'm so sorry to miss your arrival.

That's all right, m'lady.

We've not begun to eat.

Come and sit here.

I'll manage very well at the end.

Carson can find me a chair.

BRANSON: No.

Sit here.

I'll go to the end.

This is your place.

Are you sure you have time for this?

Quite sure.

I've been looking forward to it.

Now, Mr. Taylor.

What's all this I hear about your giving up sheep?

Well, m'lady, it's not quite as simple as that.

If truth be told, I'd rather be farming livestock... And why is that?

(conversations fade away) MRS. HUGHES: Oh, heavens.

This is nice.

It's from Gwen.

She's married.

Who's Gwen?

She used to work as a housemaid here.

She left to be a secretary.

(bell ringing) That's her ladyship for you, Miss Braithwaite.

She says they kept it very quiet because his mother's ill, but she hopes she can introduce us to him in due course.

Well, I think it's lovely.

We should send her a card.

I'll get one and we can all sign it.

Sorry, I nearly forgot this.

No harm done.

How are you finding it?

Have that lot got used to your promotion yet?

Some of them.

But not all, eh?

I'll be fine.

I don't need to have everyone love me.

Nor me.

Which is just as well.

Miss Braithwaite?

I hope you don't mind, but can I give you some advice?

Go on.

Mr. Barrow never bothered with you when you were a housemaid, but he will now.

I should be friendly but keep him at arm's length if I were you.

I'd better get on.

What do you think's in it?

I cannot say, James.

It's addressed to Lady Mary, so perhaps you could question her later.

Mr. Carson.

You see the box has been delivered from the late Mr. Crawley's office?

Yes.

Well, ought we to give it straight to Lady Mary?

Shouldn't someone else see it first in case there's something in it to make her cry?

You may be right.

I'll take it to his lordship and he can decide.

JIMMY: I say!

Phyllis Dare's coming to the Theatre Royal in York.

"Miss Dare will appear in The Lady of the Rose, which was a hit musical of the London Season."

Who's Phyllis Dare?

Only one of the Dare sisters.

Zena and Phyllis Dare up here in York!

What happened to the other one?

She married the son of Lord Esher, then retired.

Oh, all right for some.

Have you truly never heard of them?

Why would I?

I don't go to the theater.

You must have been sometimes.

No, I've never been.

She's got better things to spend her money on.

I don't understand you.

Of course you must give it to her.

But what if it has no legal status?

I don't want to build her hopes up only to have them dashed.

Robert, Matthew intended Mary to be his sole heiress.

That will mean a great deal to her whether or not it's legal.

Can't you see that?

But is it right to exclude George?

Well, right or not, it is what he wanted.

Besides, it's not up to you.

I'll send it to Murray.

Well, Mary must read it before you send it anywhere.

Or are you trying to hide from the truth?

What truth?

That you would prefer to be in sole charge of the estate and not share the crown with Mary.

Don't be silly.

This won't make any difference to all that.

She won't want to get involved.

When you talk like that, I'm tempted to ring for Nanny and have you put to bed with no supper.

CLARKSON: Good-bye, Mr. Grigg.

GRIGG: Thank you, doctor.

All he needs to put him right is some paid work.

It's hard for a healthy young man to find a job these days, never mind poor old Mr. Grigg.

I know.

Thank you.

But Mrs. Crawley has things in hand.

My guess is you knew what you were doing, bringing him here.

ISOBEL: Mrs. Hughes?

Won't you come up?

(knock at door) (coughing) Oh, don't get up for me.

What news of Charlie?

Mr. Carson is still very busy, but he sends his best wishes.

Does he?

How did he phrase that, exactly?

Well, he said to tell you...

He didn't say nothing, did he?

You have to understand, he doesn't remember the days you spent together with any great nostalgia.

He thinks it were all my fault.

But it weren't.

Meaning what?

Never mind.

But it weren't my fault.

They're all coming tonight so we have to stretch a dinner by two places.

Why, suddenly?

I don't know, do I?

Go on about Jimmy.

I just want Ivy to know he's not interested in her.

He pretends he is because he knows it annoys me.

How can you be so sure?

Well, he hasn't been bothered about her before now, has he?

Sometimes people come around.

You hope.

MRS. PATMORE: I thought the fish seller might be in the village, but he's not coming.

I'll have to go to Tuttles in York.

I can do it.

What?

Go to York.

You can tell Mr. Carson I'm there on your business.

We don't know he can spare you.

He will if you ask him.

Hello, Mr. Molesley.

How are things?

Well, as you can see, not very good.

I don't agree.

It's skilled work.

No, it isn't, not what I'm doing.

I'm sure if you just wait, something better will turn up.

I have waited and nothing's turned up.

I haven't earned a penny since Mr. Crawley died and now I owe money all over the village.

Yes, but surely with your... Don't you understand?

I'm at my wits' end!

I apologize.

I should not have said that.

It was vulgar and self-important.

Please forgive me.

How much do you owe?

What difference does it make?

15, 20 pounds.

More than I've any likelihood of.

Mr. Molesley... Would it be useful if Mr. Bates and I lent you some money?

When would I pay it back?

Give it, then.

We'll give you some, if you like.

Not much, but some.

I couldn't accept that.

But I thank you.

I do.

Most sincerely.

FOREMAN: Get back to work!

(door opens) Anna said you wanted to see me before I go down.

Yes, that is...

Thank you, Bates.

That will be all.

You know I've invited Granny and Isobel to dinner?

I didn't, but... Well, the thing is...

There is a letter for you.

From Matthew.

What?

Where was it?

Hidden in a book in the office, and so it was overlooked.

They finally got round to packing up his things and brought them here this morning.

Who opened it?

It wasn't sealed.

But you've read it before me?

Yes.

In fact, I would have sent it to Murray to have it looked into, but your grandmother insisted you should see it first.

Granny's read it, too?

And what do you mean, "To have it looked into?"

Read it.

Then you'll understand.

I felt so sorry for him.

To be in debt like that is the worst thing.

Molesley's not having much luck.

But if he won't accept help, then... (sighs) I don't know.

I'm really upset by it.

Well, we can't have that.

I don't understand.

Did Matthew leave instructions after all?

He left a letter.

He wrote it before we went to Scotland.

Well, where has it been?

ROBERT: Concealed in a book.

They only dropped it off today.

Papa, you read it.

"My darling Mary, we are off to Duneagle in the morning "and I have suddenly realized that I've never made a will "or anything like one, "which seems pretty feeble for a lawyer, and you being pregnant makes it even more irresponsible."

Hmm, I'm afraid I have to agree with that.

"I'll do it properly when I get back "and tear this up before you ever see it.

"But I'll feel easier that I've recorded on paper that I wish you to be my sole heiress."

What?

"I cannot know if our baby is a boy or a girl, "but I do know it will be a baby "if anything happens to me before I've drawn up a will, "and so you must take charge.

"And now I shall sign this "and get off home for dinner with you.

"What a lovely, lovely thought.

Matthew."

(crying) Now you see why I didn't want to read it.

But surely it must be legal.

Or do there have to be witnesses?

But it was witnessed.

By two of his clients, which is why no one in the office knew it existed.

Then it's settled.

Nothing is settled.

This is why I wanted Murray to check it first.

Whatever Matthew's intentions, it is not a will.

I've explained to Mr. Carson about the fish and he says you can go.

Thanks.

A pound to a penny, he's got some trick up his sleeve.

You're so suspicious.

There are two reasons why he's being so nice to Ivy.

The first is to make me angry, and I dread to think about the second.

And I have my reason for getting that to the dining room before midnight.

I don't exactly know why, but I feel very happy that Matthew's been allowed a last word.

ISOBEL: I agree.

More than I can say.

I knew he'd have a sensible plan.

I'm not sure how sensible it is.

If the letter is valid, the estate will have to pay death duties twice before it reaches little George.

But in the meantime, it will have all the benefit of Mary's interest.

I hope you intend to get stuck in.

I want the right to an opinion.

I shall be content with that.

You already have a right to an opinion.

Do I?

Good.

Most certainly you do.

In fact, there's a question of using empty farmyards as new sources of revenue.

I'd like to know what you feel about that.

Well, I'd have to think about it...

Crop rotation?

Livestock versus cereals?

Or indeed, the whole matter of the tax.

There are lots of things I would like your opinion on.

I assume you're trying to make some sort of point.

CORA: He's trying to show that a woman's place is in the home.

But she knows a lot about Matthew's plans.

That has value for me.

Mrs. Crawley, what do you think?

I'm afraid I'm on Mary's side, Robert, if sides there must be.

There are no sides.

Not at all.

I'm pleased if you're pleased.

I'm just saying you have some work to do.

That is, if the letter turns out to be valid.

Which you very much hope it is not.

What's the matter with you?

I'm a stupid fool, that's what.

Oh, lordy.

How did you manage that?

Daydreaming.

I don't know what I was about.

She'll be livid.

Not if you do as I tell you.

Come on.

By the way, did you get that card for Gwen?

Yes, why?

I thought it'd be nice for people in the village to sign it: the Bakewells, Mr. Molesley, that sort of thing.

I'll collect them.

You surprise me.

Why?

I never think of you as social.

Why should I be social when I have you?

You wrote to the Opera House in Belfast?

That was enterprising.

I wrote to a great many theaters, but the manager at the Opera House wrote back.

It seems they're in need of a stage door keeper.

They'd chosen one, but he dropped out.

He asks Mr. Grigg to consider it.

I heard about Mr. Matthew's letter.

I hope it wasn't too upsetting.

As a matter of fact, it was a relief.

I felt so happy that he'd finally been heard.

But judging by tonight's dinner, it may prove a heavy mantle for Lady Mary.

I shall keep it on my dressing table to remind me that Matthew is on my side.

They're all on your side.

Papa gave me such a whacking at dinner.

Your father loves you very much.

He's also very glad to have Downton back under his control.

He always speaks highly of Mr. Matthew and the changes he made.

I'm sure he is very genuine.

But he thinks he can manage alone now.

And the question is, can he?

(lively dance music playing) (knock at door) You wanted to borrow a belt, m'lady?

Lady Mary wondered if any of these might suit.

Thank you.

Actually, I'm glad that you're here as there's something I want to ask.

Look what I found in the village today.

Don't you think it would be the most terrific fun?

Have you asked her ladyship?

She'd never let me go, at least not without a chaperone, but Lady Edith will be in London and Lady Mary's not in the mood.

But is this quite suitable?

It looks more like something for servants and farmworkers to me.

So?

They'll dance the One-Step, won't they?

I've practiced and practiced and I'm dying to try it.

Won't you accompany me?

Then if we're found out, I can say that you came with me, so nothing was amiss.

Of course I can't, m'lady.

Not without asking Lady Mary.

But that would spoil everything.

She'd be bound to tell Lady Grantham.

Please?

I know you love dancing, and Mr. Bates may have many qualities, but he's not a dancer.

No, m'lady, he isn't a dancer.

But I'm afraid it's quite impossible.

CORA: But how did it happen?

I don't like to say, m'lady.

I am truly vexed.

It was a favorite.

I know, m'lady, and I'm very sorry.

But you won't tell me how you did it?

I can't.

Very well, Braithwaite.

I suppose you'd better look me out another.

What are you doing?

I'm just sorting some old papers.

I haven't looked at these in years.

Why are you looking now?

No particular reason.

Ah, I knew I hadn't thrown it away.

Who was she?

Just a friend at one time.

What was she called?

Alice.

Alice Neal.

And you were fond of her?

I was.

But people drift in and out of your life, don't they?

Truth to tell, I felt she'd treated me badly.

What does it matter, anyway?

We shout and scream and wail and cry, but in the end we must all die.

Well, that's cheered me up.

Thank you.

Now I'll get on with my work.

(door opens) SPRATT: Your ladyship, Mr. Bates.

Bates?

I am very sorry to interrupt you when you're busy, m'lady.

It concerns Mr. Molesley, the younger.

You make him sound like a Greek philosopher.

He has fallen on hard times and I know that you have helped him in the past.

Are you asking me to give him some money?

I am asking for money, yes.

Although he's too proud to accept it as a gift.

Oh, how refreshing.

Although I think we can find a way.

Morning, Barrow.

Good morning, m'lady.

Is his lordship in the library?

He is, but... What is it?

Miss Braithwaite is very unhappy.

With good reason.

Yes, but you see, she couldn't explain how it happened because... Well, she didn't want to point the finger.

Point the finger at whom?

Well, that's just it, m'lady.

I dare not, either.

I'm in enough trouble with Mr. Bates as it is.

You're not saying Bates is to blame?

Not Mr. Bates himself, no.

Anna, then?

But why would she do such a thing?

As to that, m'lady, who knows?

Perhaps it was an accident.

Though they do say there's no one so jealous as a lady's maid.

ROBERT: Cora, is that you?

Could I ask you something?

Where's my scent?

Here you are, m'lady.

Oh!

How stupid of me.

That was my clumsiness.

No, it was me.

Damn.

Now the room's going to smell like a tart's boudoir.

(laughing) I'll clean it up.

Is it all gone?

I'm afraid so.

It means a trip to Mr. Roberts.

There's no one nearer who sells it here.

It's only York.

I could go if you like.

In fact... What?

Lady Rose asked me if I'd chaperone her to a Thé Dansant in York today.

She didn't want to ask her ladyship but she thought she'd get away with it if I went with her.

And what did you say?

That I couldn't go without your permission.

Well, it is rather slow here for a girl her age.

Go.

But make sure you keep her out of trouble.

Go on.

I know Gwen would appreciate it.

I don't see why.

I didn't know her that well.

But you can sign it, surely.

And why don't you come over tonight?

We haven't seen you in a while.

You're being very friendly.

Aren't I usually friendly?

No.

You're not discourteous, Mr. Bates, I'll give you that.

But you're not friendly.

Except to Anna, of course.

Then I shall try to do better in future.

See you tonight.

Mr. Branson, your ladyship.

Sorry if I'm late.

I had to call on old Fairclough at Roundhills.

You're not at all late.

Now, I asked Branson to come here because I have an idea.

Granny, you must call him Tom.

I thought I could call him Branson again, now that he's the agent.

Well, you can't.

I don't mind.

No, I see I'm beaten.

But oh, how I sympathize with King Canute.

Now, what is this idea?

Well, Mary, either you or your baby son own half of Downton.

I want you to have a say in the running of it.

It is just what you need.

But didn't last night's dinner disabuse you of that scheme?

Well, that's the point.

I want, uh... Tom.

...Tom to be your instructor.

What?

Well, take Mary, you know, on your rounds.

Let her learn the farmers' difficulties.

Hmm?

Explain the crops and the live... the livestock.

You know, let her see the problems facing the estate.

MARY: And are we to do all this without telling Papa?

Isn't that rather underhand?

There can be too much truth in any relationship.

Mrs. Crawley?

We weren't expecting you.

Her ladyship is lunching with Lady Ingram, his lordship is walking, Lady Mary's at the Dower House and Lady Edith is in London.

As a matter of fact, it's you I came to see.

To talk about Charles Grigg.

You know he's got a job at the Opera House in Belfast?

He's so anxious to talk to you before he goes.

Then he is in for a disappointment.

He says he is resolved to put his dishonesty behind him.

Is he now?

I know it's more than that.

He told me he caused you great unhappiness, but he said it was not his fault.

He was always a liar.

I see.

It seems a pity not to take the chance to end a quarrel.

Isn't it better than to let things fester?

I don't mean to speak out of turn, Mrs. Crawley, but you will, I think, accept that any difference between Mr. Grigg and me is my concern.

Of course it is.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Carson.

Good day.

(sighs) Shall I make us some coffee?

You are so domesticated.

No, not really.

Monk just lays it all out.

I only have to pour in the water.

I mean it.

Compared to Papa, you're a famous chef.

(laughs) Really!

He can't boil a kettle.

If the servants left, he'd be found in a passage dead, arms stretched out, looking for the kitchen.

Well, I hope you can boil a kettle.

Life with me won't be quite what you're used to.

How are things going?

Uh, well.

At least my lawyer thinks so.

Are you sure about this?

The royal family convulses the nation by ceasing to be German, and you want to take it up.

Does it matter that people will hate you for it?

Will you hate me?

I will love you more than ever.

That's all right, then.

I'm pretty tough.

I may not be used to the splendors of Downton, but I do know how to look after myself.

Would you like to see Downton?

Where did that come from?

Well, I was thinking if you are nearly German and nearly divorced, perhaps the family should know you a bit.

It won't be settled tomorrow, my darling.

I can't pretend it will.

Don't put me off.

Aren't you curious about my childhood home?

I'm curious about everything to do with you.

But my situation would frighten them, and we don't want that.

I know!

Mama's giving a house party next month.

Why don't you come?

Then you can blend in and look around without anyone asking too many questions.

And Mama won't mind.

She likes you.

But your father doesn't.

He doesn't know you.

He'll like you when he does.

Now I must gulp my coffee down and run if I'm to catch the 3:00.

I can't persuade you to stay?

But I will say this: it's getting harder and harder to say no.

(engine puttering) (applause) Oh, look, we'll take that table.

I'm not sure we should be here, m'lady.

It seems unsuitable to me.

Don't call me m'lady.

Call me Rose.

I can't!

Well, then don't call me anything.

WAITER: Yes?

Well, it is a Thé Dansant.

Let's have a cup of tea.

All right, tea.

Oh, but perhaps with something special in mine?

Right you are, Miss.

(music starting) Listen!

It's the One-Step!

(music continues slowly) Oh, why are they being so slow?

Really, m'lady... You mustn't be so obvious.

Why not?

It's working.

I don't suppose you'd care to dance.

Then you'd be wrong, because I'd absolutely love to.

Shouldn't we be introduced?

The name's Sam Thawley.

How do?

I'm Rose... Smith.

Hello.

I hope you know how to do this.

You're in luck.

They call me Twinkle Toes.

Hello, Anna.

Jimmy?

What are you doing here?

I was just picking up some things for Mrs. Patmore.

Shall we dance?

We'd better, if only to check Lady Rose isn't getting in too deep.

I'm under gardener for Lord Ellis, near Easingwold.

What about you?

I'm at...

I'm at Downton Abbey.

Oh, yeah, what do you do?

Are you a lady's maid?

You sound posh enough.

Do I?

I'm so pleased.

I've...

I've worked and worked on me accent.

Ah, you've done well.

You could pass for a real lady, never mind a lady's maid.

I'm not a lady's maid yet.

Anna is-- the girl I'm with-- but I wonder if I'm clever enough.

Well, you won't be a housemaid forever.

I expect you've got a few young farmers hanging about.

I couldn't say.

You won't say, you mean.

James?

How... how did you find us?

I saw you across the square, m'lady... Rose was just saying what fun it is to be out like this.

I thought I'd pop in to see what the craic was.

It's a good craic, isn't it, Sam?

Well, it is with you in my arms.

MARY: I love the view from up here.

If you know the view, all the better.

Follow that hedge, and to the left of it is Oakwood Farm.

To the right is all farmed by us.

Do we want to take over Oakwood Farm?

No.

The Olds are good tenants and hard workers.

There is one subject we ought to discuss.

I know your position isn't settled, but we should.

Go on.

The death duties.

If you are the heir, it won't change them.

There's no special treatment for widows.

You do not surprise me.

It seems odd, really, that you have to pay just as much tax as if he'd left it all to Mrs. Tiggywinkle down the road.

But that's how it works.

So what are we to do?

Your father believes we should sell land and pay it off in one lump.

But you don't?

I want to know what you think.

JIMMY: So I've got tickets for me and Ivy.

ANNA: To see Phyllis Dare?

I don't believe you.

JIMMY: Well, I have.

It cost a packet, and no mistake.

Does Ivy know?

Not yet.

Mate, let's have a dance, eh?

Sorry, I'm dancing with her.

I said let her dance with me.

I don't want to dance with you.

How do you know if you've not even tried it?

Don't tell me you're falling for her at last.

She will be pleased.

I said leave her alone!

That's the idea.

MAN: Come on, then.

Sam, are you okay?

Get off me!

Get off my hand!

Get off him!

Sam!

Get off!

Sam!

Get her out of here!

Get off him!

James!

I can't leave now, not when he's fighting to protect me!

Oh, yes, you can, or do you want to be arrested?!

JIMMY: We need to get out of here.

(whistles blowing) All right, that settles it, come on!

Mr. Molesley, is that you?

Come in and have a cup of tea.

Mr. Bates thought I might be welcome.

MRS. HUGHES: And so you are.

Sit down.

Mr. Molesley, I'm glad you're here.

I was going through my desk this afternoon and I came upon that note of mine, and if you're willing, I'd like to pay it off now.

What note?

Well, you lent me some money when I was first came here, and I'm sorry I haven't paid it back before now, but the truth is, I'm afraid I forgot.

I don't remember anything about it.

30 pounds!

Aren't you the lucky one!

Surely there must be some mistake?

You'll not deny that's your signature?

MRS. HUGHES: Plain as day.

IVY: How was your trip to York?

Never mind that.

What's going on?

DAISY: Mr. Bates has remembered he owed 30 pounds to Mr. Molesley.

What?

But, but no, uh...

There you are, and thank you for coming to my aid when I needed it.

BATES: Now I must go.

I've some things to do before his lordship comes up.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

JIMMY: Mr. Carson, may I have a word?

CARSON: Certainly, James.

Why did you do that?

You have put up with so much that I couldn't change, so if there is ever the slightest thing I can make better for you, then I will.

But how did you manage it?

Don't I keep telling you?

Prison was an education.

Take her to the theater?

It is my half day.

But not hers.

And how do we know she'd want to go?

She'll want to go.

She could change her half day.

Oh, I don't know.

It's turning into Liberty Hall round here.

Are we entertaining that night?

I'm not cooking.

They'll all be dining with Lady Lawson at Brough Hall.

Very well.

But no lingering.

You can go and give her the good news.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

(whispering): I hope he doesn't break her heart.

We must all have our hearts broken once or twice before we're done.

True enough, Mrs. Hughes.

Strange to think the theater was part of my life at one time.

Yours and Mr. Grigg's.

You know he's going to work in Belfast?

I had heard.

He's leaving the village in the morning.

The 11:00 train.

What's that to me?

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an open wound.

I don't know why, but I do know this: you'd do better to stitch it up and let it heal.

BATES: I'm sorry, m'lord, but I didn't hear the gong.

It's all right, it hasn't gone yet.

I was hoping to catch you.

Of course I understand how tiresome it must have been for Anna when Edna came back and was suddenly the senior lady's maid.

M'lord?

Ask her to go easy.

I'm sorry, m'lord, but I don't understand what you're saying.

Her ladyship appears to think there's been some bad feeling between Braithwaite and Anna.

That Anna has been a little unkind.

Not that I know of.

Look, I don't want to make a thing of it.

I'm just asking for a little consideration, that's all.

And you shall have it, m'lord.

Good, that's all I needed to hear.

(gong rings) Ah, there's the gong now.

I just can't believe you're letting me go.

Do you really mean it?

No, I was having you on.

Oh, don't be so soft.

I've said you can go and you can go.

What should I wear?

DAISY: Clothes.

But I haven't got anything right.

Not for the theater in York.

It's not Covent Garden.

What?

Oh, never mind.

We'll make you look presentable.

Now get that parsley.

I don't know why she's so excited.

It's only a bloomin' play.

He's just as keen on her as ever.

We'll see.

Nothing's as changeable as a young man's heart.

Take hope and a warning from that.

(bell ringing) I'll get it.

Yes?

I was wondering if I could have a word with the housemaid, Rose.

"The housemaid Rose?"

The maid, Rose, who works here.

Look, chum... ANNA: I'll deal with it, Mr. Barrow.

Hello, Mr. Thawley.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

I've got to know if she's all right.

Rose is a bit busy just now, but I'll tell her you asked.

I don't mind waiting.

Can I, uh... Can I come in?

If you'll just stay there, I'll see what she's up to.

Anna?

What is it?

The man that you were dancing with.

Sam Thawley.

He's downstairs.

But why?

What... what does he want?

He says he's come to make sure that you're all right.

Well, what have you done with him?

Left him in the yard before he asks the others any questions.

But what can I say?

What can I do?

(sighs) Come with me.

I've got an idea.

This is so very kind of you.

I had to come.

You know, I had to see that you were... ...you know, all right after that ruckus.

And I am, thanks to you.

I never saw anything so brave as the way you punched that horrid man.

I'd do more than that for you.

How very flattering.

Where did you grow up?

You don't sound very Yorkshire.

Don't I?

That's because my life's been sort of spent all over the place.

North, south, east, west... Home's the place that I love best.

What?

That's how the song goes.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Would you let me call on you again?

Well... Look, I know I'm not good enough for you.

I can see that.

But I'm a steady chap.

Ask Lord Ellis's agent.

He'd give me a good reference.

I'm sure, but it's... it's something else.

Do you remember wondering if any of the local farmers were after me?

Yeah.

Well, that's the thing.

I...

There is one farmer, and I didn't want to spoil this afternoon by mentioning it, but I have rather given him my word.

Well, that's me back in me box, then.

I hope you understand.

Of course I do.

He's a lucky bloke, that's all I'll say.

Well, good luck, then.

It's been nice knowing you.

You, too.

And Mr. Thawley... Sam...

When you do find someone, someone much nicer and better than I am, she'll be a very lucky girl.

(door opening) What the...?

Say nothing and I'll be your friend forever.

EDITH: Is Lord Grantham in the drawing room?

ALFRED: He is, m'lady.

EDITH: Thank you.

Ah, here she is.

Ah, darling.

Are you only just back?

We sat forever outside Peterborough.

We never found out why.

Shall I change?

No, don't bother, it's only us.

And who are we to warrant any courtesy?

Don't be difficult, Granny.

Where's Rose?

Have we lost her?

(door opens) I'm so sorry I'm late.

Never mind, never mind.

Now I've got you all here and before Carson comes in, I have something to say.

I had a letter today from Murray... (clears throat) Wait just a moment while I finish.

Should I leave, m'lord?

No, you might as well hear this.

Murray has taken Matthew's letter to various authorities, and their conclusion is that it demonstrates "testamentary intention."

What's that?

It means that the writer intended the document to serve as a will.

VIOLET: So the bequest stands?

ROBERT: Yes.

Mary owns half the estate.

BRANSON: That sounds like a very good result.

ROBERT: And now we should go in to dinner before Mrs. Patmore blows a gasket.

Dearest Papa, I hope you're not too disappointed.

Don't be silly, not at all.

Perhaps the three of us can sit down tomorrow and talk properly?

Of course, but the main problem is a simple one: tax.

But that's it.

Tom's told me you want to sell land to pay for it.

It's the only way, I'm afraid.

Yes, but you see, I don't agree.

Anyway, let's not talk about it now.

We ought to join the others.

If you've put her up to this...

I haven't put her up to anything.

But you won't keep her quiet, not now the bit's between her teeth.

Don't think that you will.

I don't know what he meant.

You must have said something.

But I haven't said anything.

I warned her off Mr. Barrow, that's all, but I wasn't having a go at her.

All I can tell you is that she has managed to take offense.

She can't have.

(faint laughter) Mr. Barrow, what are you doing down here?

Will you come up this moment and help me serve the wine?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

I'm on my way.

(Edna chuckling) What's so funny?

Nothing, Mr. Bates.

Nothing at all.

♪ ♪ Good morning, Carson.

I hope I'm not in the way.

Not a bit.

You remember Mr. Grigg.

Hello, Charlie.

Good of you to come.

I'm delighted.

But I'm not surprised.

Aren't you?

Because I'm astonished.

GRIGG: But why did you never speak of Alice when we last met, before the war?

What was the point?

She chose you all those years ago, and that was it.

Why bring it up?

Because it wasn't "it."

She chose me, but it never worked.

She's dead now anyway.

But it was never "it."

I didn't know she was dead.

Five year ago.

We'd separated long before, but I went to see her in St. Thomas's.

Do you know what she said?

She said, "Charlie Carson was the better man.

"I could have loved him.

"I did love him, really.

But I was a fool and couldn't see it."

Did she say that?

Honestly?

That she loved you?

Aye, she did.

And she wanted me to tell you if I saw you again.

There we are.

We could have made a go of it, you know.

As long as you know that it were her choice.

I never set out to take her off you.

STATION MASTER: All aboard!

ISOBEL: I'm sorry to interrupt, but I think you must get aboard.

I can't tell you how grateful I am, Mrs. Crawley.

Very good luck.

Thank you.

I doubt we'll meet again, but can we shake on it?

We've known some ups and downs together, it's true, but if this is good-bye, let's part as friends, eh?

All right.

I wish you well.

Likewise.

(whistle blows) Charlie.

Mrs. Crawley, I should be grateful if you would let me know any expense you have been put to on Mr. Grigg's behalf during his stay with you.

Oh, no, that's completely unnecessary...

I should be grateful.

Very well, Carson.

I shall do that.

Good day to you.

Mr. Carson?

Shall we walk back together?

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