Episode 3

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell ringing) (birds chirping) Why didn't you wait for me?

I wanted to finish these before breakfast.

Is it something I've done?

No, not anything.

Nobody's done anything.

THOMAS: Blimey!

What happened to you?

Leave her alone.

I fell.

I cut my lip.

CARSON: Now, if either of you need help to carry things down, just ask.

Alfred and James will be glad to help.

That's good to know.

What was that, James?

Nothing, Mr. Carson.

I'd better go up.

Lady Mary hasn't rung yet.

I've things to do.

How was Anna when you lent her that dress last night?

How should she be?

She told me she'd fallen and cut her lip, but I wondered if it might be more serious than that.

She's always one to minimize things.

I'm sure I don't know anything you don't know.

(bell rings) What's the matter with everyone this merry morn?

I always think there's something rather foreign about high spirits at breakfast.

Now I shall be supervising the departure, if anyone wants me.

Well, Mr. Gillingham, I hope you haven't forgotten anything.

On the contrary, Mr. Carson, I shall remember this visit for a long time to come.

Good-bye, Lord Grantham.

And thank you very much for everything.

Oh, nonsense.

I'm the one who should be thanking you.

I hear you gave the others back their IOUs.

Yes, it seemed like a nicer way to end the party.

I don't suppose you'd consider extending the same courtesy to me.

(laughs) Shall I leave you?

There's no need.

I'm sure he's told you all about it.

Will you?

Please?

I do it for you, not for him.

If I hear one word about your playing for money in the clubs, I'll make sure your name is struck off every membership list.

But how will I live?

By finding another avenue for your talents.

You look as if you're glad to see the back of us.

No.

You've been kind to me, but I'm afraid I haven't been much fun to be with.

Grief's odd, Tom.

When the Duke died, it made me terribly clumsy-- I kept dropping and breaking things-- but it was because it felt disloyal to manage anything properly without him, do you see?

But you could manage.

Yes, I could.

And so can you.

I wonder.

The trouble is that I'm not really "out" and all that, but it should be possible.

I don't think people care about those rules, not like they used to.

Well, I don't.

The luggage is loaded, m'lord.

It's nice to see you're well looked after.

It seems rather ungrateful, but I can't pretend I really like him.

Then again, I'm lucky to have anyone nowadays.

You said it.

Oh, I'll just say good-bye to Tony Gillingham.

Don't interrupt them, not yet.

Are you sure we can't meet?

I'm sure you're much too busy, and I'll be chasing my tail.

In other words, no.

ROBERT: I'm afraid you'll have to get started.

They won't hold the train.

Not even for you?

Not for me, nor for you either, Duchess.

Not these days.

You look very earnest.

I'm just on my way to convince the board of the merits of an out clinic so people can come early for treatment.

I don't suppose... Don't suppose what?

I could do with some extra help.

I know you always suspect me of trying to get you back into harness, but, uh... Well, it would leave a nurse free for other duties.

I'll think about it.

I will.

I promise.

The tax people have had a cancellation, so they can see us on Wednesday at noon, but I think we should go up tomorrow.

I wouldn't like to risk being late.

And you don't want me to come?

There's no point in you all going.

It's not that you're afraid I might put the case for selling?

It's not a question of putting the case.

They don't care how they get their money so long as they get it.

I'll ask how long they can give us and what scale of payment they'll accept.

Then I'll report back.

And we'll make a decision together.

But I will try to persuade you.

Even though you'd be dragging a debt behind you for 20 years?

I don't care, not if Downton is self-sufficient by the end of it.

I can see I'll spend the rest of my life paying by installments.

Papa, you are always saying that we're not the owners of Downton, but the caretakers.

Very well, let's take care of it.

Aunt Rosamund said we can stay with her.

You don't mind keeping an eye on the children, do you, Mama?

ROSE: Is this London?

When are you going?

Can I come?

Tomorrow, and I don't see why not.

Nor me.

Will you meet Tony Gillingham while you're there?

I don't think so.

Why should I?

I just thought you might.

Don't be transparent, Mama.

It doesn't suit you.

I thought you might come down to see me.

After last night... Look, Edna, I blush to admit it, but I was very drunk.

So you're not going to deny it?

Of course not.

And if I behaved badly, I am sorry.

You'll just have to put it down to our low spirits and self-indulgence.

I suppose you're so cold because you're ashamed of what you did.

I'm neither cold nor ashamed.

But as I say, if I made a mistake, then I'm sorry.

I dare say we both are.

What are you making there?

Feuilletés.

What's that when it's at home?

Puff pastry layers with asparagus.

And I'm doing the Hollandaise.

Do they really like that stuff, or do they order it just to show off?

We don't all have to live off battered fish and meat pies.

It's the first thing Mrs. Patmore's trusted me with.

First big thing.

I'm quite nervous.

So you should be.

Mess it up, and it's back to kindergarten.

(door opens) What are you doing?

You can't treat a poor girl like this.

Like what?

To use her one minute and to cast her aside the next.

I've said I'm sorry...

Yes, you're sorry.

I know.

But suppose I'm pregnant.

What will you do then?

Don't be ridiculous.

You can't be pregnant.

It's not as easy as that.

But it is.

Just as easy.

What's the point in talking about it now?

You won't know for weeks.

Because I must be sure that you'll marry me if I'm carrying your child.

I need to know that you won't cast me off, that you'll be a man of honor if it comes to it.

And don't say I'm not good enough.

If you were good enough for Lady Sybil Crawley, then I'm good enough for you.

Don't speak her name.

You weren't so severe last night.

All I need is your word that you'll marry me if there's a baby.

Don't worry.

If it happens, I mean to make a go of being your wife.

I won't hold you back.

You won't have any regrets.

I am already full of regrets.

There is nothing but regret in me.

Did you enjoy the concert?

I did.

It was a great treat to hear Melba in person.

Mmm.

And the evening generally?

You mean did I find it hard to see Mary come alive again?

Yes, I did, I confess it.

But I don't think my feelings are at all defensible.

They are defensible to me.

But it's immoral to react in such a jealous and selfish way.

Well, if we only had moral thoughts, what would the poor churchmen find to do?

I'm fond of Mary.

I love her.

I don't want her to be alone and unhappy.

It makes no sense, even to me.

I don't criticize either you or her.

But I hope you find a way to make friends with the world again.

When we get to London, would you mind helping Lady Rose?

We can't take Madge off Lady Edith.

Anna, are you all right?

Yes.

Only you've been very quiet.

Will that be all, m'lady?

Yes, I suppose so.

Very good, m'lady.

I telephoned Rosamund.

I thought Mary was doing that.

Yes, but I wanted to speak to her.

That's a first.

She'll give a little dinner.

What about Tom?

She said she won't mind if he wants to be included.

Who could resist such a love call?

She'll ask that young man for Rose, so it won't be too obvious.

It'll be pretty obvious.

Do you think something might come of it?

CORA: Probably not, but I wouldn't mind if it did.

After all, being a family means welcoming new members.

Don't you agree, Braithwaite?

I think anyone would be lucky to be part of this family, m'lady.

That's nice.

Thank you.

ROBERT: Aren't we encouraging a nation of hypochondriacs if they're to rush to a doctor at every twinge?

On the contrary, I think it encourages people to look after themselves and not become a burden.

So you mean to help?

A little.

Just to provide some free labor.

No more than that.

I wish someone would provide me with some free labor.

Oh?

Lloyd George would never allow it.

Rosamund is so looking forward to seeing you.

EDITH: Poor Aunt Rosamund.

We use her like an hotel.

MARY: She enjoys it.

It gives her a surrogate real life.

What do you think, Tom?

Do you think she minds?

Tom?

I'm sorry, what were you saying?

I'd far rather know what you were thinking.

(laughs) Let me taste it.

Go on, then.

It's like eating paper.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Do you really care about this stuff?

I want to be a good cook.

I want a skill.

Why shouldn't I?

You sound like Alfred.

Well, what do you want?

To have a good time.

To see the world.

To meet beautiful women and spend money and drink champagne.

You can't make a career out of that.

Some people do.

I want a life that's fun.

I wish I was more like you.

I should report you to Mrs. Patmore.

Report me for what?

You know.

No, he does not know, and nor do I.

What don't you know?

Why everyone's making such a fuss over my cooking.

Because you did well, Ivy.

They're not very hard.

They're hard enough for a beginner, as you ought to remember.

Yes, but Ivy moves so fast for a beginner, don't she?

It's just one night.

We'll be back for dinner on Wednesday.

I'll miss you... Don't!

I'm sorry.

I'm just tired.

(clears throat) And before you ask, you've done nothing wrong.

I must have done something wrong.

You won't talk to me, you won't look at me.

I can't come near you.

We're in each other's pockets.

We live together, we work together.

Sometimes I think it's just too much.

CARSON: There's not a lot to say.

We worked in a few theaters together.

She had a singing act with her sister.

"The Lark and the Dove," they were called.

Which was she?

The dove, I suppose.

Her sister had the voice, but Alice was a gentle soul-- a sweet and a gentle soul.

And you were courting?

Well, you know how it was then.

Not like today.

You were lucky if you got to walk them to the corner.

But you wanted to marry her.

So much I could taste it.

I know.

"Where is that young man now, so full of passion?"

Anyway, she chose Charlie and that was that.

But what's changed?

He told me that she regretted it.

That she wished she'd chosen me.

She's dead now and so it doesn't matter, but that's what she said.

I disagree.

It matters a lot.

The woman you loved loved you.

But it doesn't change anything.

It changes you from where I'm looking.

(knock at door) You're busy.

No, no, no.

I'll say good night.

Good night, Mr. Carson.

(door closes) What is it?

When I get back from London, I want to move back upstairs.

What?

Why, for Heaven's sake?

Because I can't...

I can't let him touch me.

But whatever happened was not Mr. Bates's fault, surely?

Of course not.

He is without fault, and that's the point.

I'm not good enough for him, not now.

But why say that?

Because I think that somehow, I must have made it happen.

Stuff and nonsense!

You were attacked by an evil, violent man.

There is no sin in that.

But I feel dirty.

I can't let him touch me because I'm soiled.

Anna, I've been thinking.

We must go to the police.

No!

But suppose you're with child.

What will you do then?

I'll kill myself.

I won't listen to that.

No man should be able to do what he did and get away with it.

And when Mr. Bates has killed him, will you come with me to the prison when my husband is hanged?

But the poor man's heart is breaking for not knowing.

Better a broken heart than a broken neck.

So can I have a room, please?

You can.

You must wait until there's some reason for you to give Mr. Bates, but I wish you would decide that honesty is the best policy.

In the meanwhile, try to take a break from it while you're in London.

There can be no break from it.

(door opens) Ah, Mrs. Crawley.

This is Mrs. Pegg and her daughter, Greta.

You recall we were talking about the family.

Would you look after them for a moment, please?

Of course.

Won't you sit down, Mrs. Pegg?

May I fetch you something?

What about a biscuit for Greta?

You're very considerate.

Come and talk to me while I'm cleaning them.

I've got work to do!

Five minutes.

(door closing) MRS. PATMORE: Ivy can make the savory for tonight.

There's only three of them; it'll be good practice.

What about me?

Collect the trays from the nursery and make the pancakes for the pudding.

Put them in the steam warmer.

Have you seen this?

What?

They're setting up a training school at the Ritz Hotel in London in honor of Monsieur Escoffier.

Just for a few candidates.

And how much will it cost?

Nothing.

"If they pass the test, "they'll get free training with a basic wage and the chance of a job after."

They'll have two examinations a year.

You could do that, Daisy.

Are you trying to get rid of me?

ALFRED: Where's Ivy?

She ought to see it.

She's around here somewhere.

She's in the boot room.

(gasps) (men and women laughing) I'm sorry to keep you waiting, but Anna couldn't find... Oh.

I hope I'm a surprise and not a shock.

Well, you're certainly unexpected.

I thought I'd get up a small party, just an informal one.

You remember Sir John Bullock?

He and Lord Gillingham have just been staying with us.

Cora said it had been a success.

I think it's so clever of you both to be free at such short notice.

They brought your message to my club.

I thought I had an evening of cards and whisky ahead, so it was a very welcome change of plan.

And what about you?

Well, I canceled what I was supposed to be doing.

I hope Miss Lane Fox didn't mind.

Don't punish me for wanting to see you again.

ROSE: John's got a marvelous idea for later on.

Haven't you?

After dinner, I thought I could take you all to hear the new band at the Lotus Club.

If you'll let me?

You and Mary can be my chaperones, so what could be more proper?

It isn't too jazzy, Lady Rosamund.

Just a club with a good dance band.

We can keep the young in order.

That's if you like the sound of it?

ROSE: Please say yes, Mary, do.

It's such eons since we've had any fun.

What about you, Tom?

I'll stay here with Lady Rosamund.

Oh, I was thinking I might go, too.

That settles it.

Tom can come as Aunt Rosamund's partner.

Well?

I give in.

I've got it into working order.

It'll be easier next time.

There will be a next time?

I don't see why not.

How did you get on with Mrs. Pegg?

I'm sorry I didn't come back.

I think she wanted to talk more than anything.

She's lonely.

Yes, she would be.

I might look in on Saturday or Sunday just to see how she is.

It's kind of you to bother.

It's no bother.

After all, what else have I got to do?

Good night.

Good night.

(door opens) (to himself): Good.

What are you doing?

I reckon there are certain dishes I should know before I apply.

They'll probably give us a list of what we'll be tested on.

So you are going to apply?

What do you think, Daisy?

After I saw what I saw.

If I'm ever going to get over her, I must escape from here.

Oi, oi.

What's going on?

I've been so stupid.

Why do you say that?

Because I did something.

Well, I didn't do it, but I let it happen.

Now everything's ruined.

I'm such a fool.

Daisy, get a wiggle on!

And Mr. Barrow, stop teasing her!

I wasn't, actually.

(band playing jazzy dance music) (applause) Some more champagne over here!

I don't really need any more.

Nonsense!

How are we supposed to keep going if we're not properly fueled?

I can keep going.

I'm afraid his evening of cards and whisky had already begun when he got your aunt's invitation.

(laughing) ♪ Still it holds a goodly share of bliss... ♪ I hope you don't mind my ambushing you like this.

It was Mama and Aunt Rosamund who ambushed me.

And I'm glad you came.

Really?

Absolutely.

When I'm at Downton, I feel so weighed down, as if I were stuck at school for the rest of my life.

But tonight, you've made me play truant.

And I like it.

♪ They bring the flowers that bloom in May ♪ ♪ So if it's raining... ♪ Can I see you again before you go?

How?

The meeting's at noon and then we go straight to the station.

Oh.

And anyway, you've told me you're engaged to be married.

Almost engaged.

Almost is good enough for me.

And even if you weren't, the truth is...

I'm not ready, and I won't be for some years.

I don't believe that.

Don't misunderstand me.

It's been lovely, here and at Downton.

I feel quite refreshed.

But now it's time to go back to real life again.

And that doesn't include me.

How could it?

♪ Whenever April showers come along.

♪ I rang for Mary, but Mead said they'd all gone to a nightclub.

Doesn't sound very Rosamund.

Doesn't sound very Mary either, not at the moment, so I think it's rather encouraging.

Thank you.

We can't make her like him.

You're missing the point.

Whether or not she's interested in Tony Gillingham, she's starting to live again.

That's all I'm after.

Perhaps you're right.

Of course I'm right-- there's no perhaps about it.

When I go through these books, I can tell I've got some big gaps.

Well, make a list and we'll see what we can do.

You'll help, won't you?

'Course.

I just think it's a shame if Alfred has to go.

We don't know they'll even test me, let alone offer me a place.

I couldn't go to London, me.

Oh, you could.

If London was right for the next step in your journey.

Are you sure you want to be a chef?

Not this chef business again.

Oh, just because you have no dreams.

I have dreams.

But they don't involve peeling potatoes.

(laughs) That's it, I'm off to bed.

Me, too.

Good night, Mrs. Patmore.

You must help him, Daisy.

Although it'll be hard, it'll be better if you part friends.

I promise.

One moment of nastiness, and I'll be paying for the rest of my days.

Maybe it's good if he goes.

Sometimes you can spend too long on a one-sided love.

♪ I see a light in your eyes... ♪ So how are you enjoying it?

What?

Being a member of the family Crawley.

They've been kind to me.

Kinder than I deserve.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

It is true-- too true.

(yelling gleefully) Um... Should we sit down?

Aunt Rosamund's gone back to the table.

Do you think we should go?

(drunkenly): Absolutely not!

Oh, um, please... We're making a show of ourselves.

Let's put on a great show!

(laughing) ROSE: People are looking at us.

Good!

Let them see how it's done!

Oh, my... Are you all right?

Oh, um...

He's not normally like that.

Oh, Mary.

I don't think he is.

I don't know him that well.

I should keep it that way.

I really am all right now.

Thank you.

You've saved my face.

Jack Ross at your service.

I'm Rose MacClare.

How do you do?

Rose.

I've been sent to fetch you.

Uh... Well, if your friends are waiting...

I'm so sorry.

This is my cousin, Tom Branson.

This is Mr. Ross.

He rescued me from deep humiliation.

(laughs) We should be going.

There was no need to be rude.

I wasn't rude.

Where's John?

I should think he's gone home.

Well, have we all had enough?

I hope he paid the bill before he left.

Honestly.

If it hadn't have been for Mr. Ross... You looked as if you were having quite an adventure with your gallant band leader!

He was terribly nice, and... ♪ A rose by any other name... ♪ And John had made me look such a fool... ♪ A violet renamed would still be blue... ♪ ♪ The daffodil will grow in spring ♪ ♪ No matter what you call the thing ♪ ♪ So what's in a name?

♪ ♪ The grass is always greener on the other side... ♪ I'm going up.

I'll come with you; I'm whacked.

I'm assuming Sir John Bullock has blotted his copybook for you?

Oh, I don't know.

Doesn't everyone deserve a second chance?

Not everyone, no.

Things have come to a pretty pass when you have to be rescued by a black bandleader.

I was jolly pleased anyone wanted to rescue me, and so would you have been.

What's the matter?

You've been in a glump all day.

If I told you, you'd despise me.

It may surprise you to hear that I said that to someone once.

But I did confess in the end, and it made things a lot better.

Well, I couldn't say it.

Not to you.

Then find someone you can tell.

It will help more than you know.

And on that modest note, good night.

Good night.

(humming) I'm glad someone's cheerful.

Although I'm surprised it's you.

Why?

Well, you were very down in the mouth when you were talking to Mr. Branson the other day.

You think you can read me like a book, don't you?

I pride myself on keeping my eyes open, yes.

Oh, you'll need to keep your eyes open and your ears too, where I'm concerned.

Meaning?

Meaning there'll come a day when you'll be glad you kept in with me.

(humming) ROSE: Hello, James, Alfred.

MARY: Rose, Anna needs to use your curling irons.

All right, I'll tell Madge.

Mine are broken.

Of course.

You're back.

Good.

How was it?

All right.

Lady Mary seemed quite pleased.

Come here.

I'd better get on.

Kiss me.

Please.

Or tell me what's happened.

One or the other.

Don't bully me.

Anna, you're upset.

You're unhappy and I don't know why.

You say it's not me.

Well, I hope that's true.

But there is a reason, and I need to find out what it is.

I won't press you now if it makes things worse.

But in the end, I will find out.

(door closes) CARSON: Anna.

Could you tell Lady Mary Lord Gillingham is here?

Lord Gillingham?

But we just saw him in London.

Well, he's come back.

Is his valet with him?

I mean, is he staying?

She'll want to know.

He doesn't seem to be.

Now, will you give her the message, please?

Well, this is a sorry tale.

BRANSON: Damn right it is.

And it's all my fault.

Not all, but it is partly your fault.

There's no point in denying that.

And you expect me to help you with it?

I couldn't think of anyone else to turn to.

Not the most flattering invitation I've ever known.

The question is, what's to be done?

Should I speak to her again?

Should I beg?

We've not quite come to that.

It is you.

When Anna told me, I thought there must be a mistake.

How did you get here?

On the same train as you.

But I was traveling in Third.

Why?

Because I didn't want to speak to you in a railway carriage with, you know, Tom and everyone else listening.

Would you like some tea?

Yes, if I may.

I assume you're going to give me an explanation at some stage?

It's not complicated.

I have made a long journey to ask a short question.

Will you marry me?

Tony, you don't know me.

How can you say that?

We've known each other since we were children.

Yes, but with a very long gap in the middle.

We only met properly a few days ago, and now you want to spend the rest of your life with me?

Yes.

That's exactly what I want.

I love you, Mary.

And there must be a way to convince you.

(door opens) Ah, James.

Could you bring us some tea?

Very good, m'lady.

(door closes) Look, I never met Matthew, but I'm sure he's a splendid chap.

He was.

But he's dead and I'm alive.

We're good together, Mary.

We could be so very happy, if you'd let us.

And Miss Lane Fox?

I like Mabel.

A lot.

I even think that I could come to love her.

But I'm not in love with her as I am with you.

You fill my brain.

I see you when I close my eyes.

I can't stop thinking about you: where you are, what you're doing.

You're very persuasive.

Then be persuaded.

I only wish I could... Not now, if you don't want to.

You take as long as you need: two years, three... Just so long as I know that you're going to marry me in the end.

(door opens) Tony?

Why on earth are you here?

Did you leave something behind?

No, I had some business nearby, so I thought I'd look in.

Are you staying?

Yes, if you don't mind.

I've brought a bag on the off chance.

And your man?

I didn't want to make a fuss.

It's only one night.

I can't stay here much longer.

Nanny's bringing down Sybbie in a moment.

It won't take long-- she's coming now.

(knock at door) I see.

What do you see?

Well, I know now why you sent for me.

You're going to gang up on me and try to pay me off.

Why would we pay you off?

Well, if I'm pregnant.

But I want my baby to have a father and I won't change my mind about that, however much you offer.

I wasn't planning to make an offer.

Because there is no child.

What?

You can't know that.

Nobody can.

But I do know that, actually.

Edna's not pregnant.

Do you think she would have let herself get pregnant before she was sure of you?

And she knew how to prevent it.

Why else would you buy this book of instructions?

Marie Stopes, Married Love.

Though in your case, it was unmarried love, wasn't it, dear?

You've been through my things.

What if I'd agreed to marry her and there was no baby?

Once you'd agreed, she would have got pregnant, don't you worry.

I don't know whom she would have "selected" as the father, but no doubt she had a candidate in mind.

What proof have you got?

Oh, none at the moment.

But if you persist in your lie, I'll summon the doctor and have him examine you.

You can't force me.

Oh, yes, I can.

First, I'll lock you in this room.

Then when he's arrived, I'll tear the clothes from your body and hold you down, if that's what it takes!

He still seduced me.

You can't change that.

You made a man drunk and you climbed into his bed.

You call that seduction?

Because I don't.

Well, you can't stop me from speaking to her ladyship.

No, you're right.

That I cannot do.

But if you want a reference or another job during your natural lifetime, you'll hold your tongue!

This is yours, I think.

But even with the book, how did you know she wasn't pregnant?

I didn't.

And the doctor couldn't have told a thing yet, either.

But at least we know the truth now.

THOMAS: What's the matter with you?

Never mind.

I thought we were all about to be dancing to your tune.

Do you ever wonder why people dislike you so much?

It's because you are sly and oily and smug.

And I'm really pleased I got the chance to tell you before I go.

Well, if we're playing the truth game, then you're a manipulative little witch, and if your schemes have come to nothing, I'm delighted.

Are you leaving Downton, then?

What's it to you?

Oh, plenty.

It's plenty to me.

CORA: You won't believe what's happened.

Braithwaite's handed in her notice.

What?

Why?

Family troubles.

Or so she says.

Are we living under a curse, doomed to lose our lady's maids at regular intervals?

Anna, did you know about this?

Is anything the matter?

No, m'lord.

You seem very quiet lately.

I hope Bates is behaving himself.

He never does anything else.

(chuckling) Will that be all, m'lady?

Yes, thank you.

Did they tell you Tony Gillingham's asked himself for the night?

They have.

We must try not to read too much into it.

Is Isobel still coming for dinner?

I'm afraid so-- I don't think I can put her off.

No.

Well, she'll have to get used to the idea that Mary will wake up at some stage.

Why are you in your rompers?

Tony only brought black tie.

He didn't think we'd be changing if there was no one staying.

So another brick is pulled from the wall.

Why is Lord Gillingham back so soon?

That's the big question.

But we're very glad he is.

Not all of us, I imagine.

Are you ready to go?

Carson says the car's outside.

Oh, yes, I think so.

So you're off in the morning?

I am.

It's such a pity we didn't get Edith to wait a day.

Why did she go to London, anyway?

I asked, but she assumed an air of mystery.

Honestly, Papa.

Edith's about as mysterious as a bucket.

She's gone to see Michael Gregson.

That's the next thing to look forward to.

I don't dislike him.

Oh, what a recommendation.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Granny.

Good night, Lord Gillingham.

Good night.

Good night, Isobel.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Lord Gillingham.

I hope we see you up here again before too long.

I hope so, too.

That was nobly done.

Mm-hmm.

She is a good woman, and while the phrase is enough to set one's teeth on edge, there are moments when her virtue demands admiration.

I agree, although I'm rather surprised to hear you say it.

Not as surprised as I am.

(giggling) GREGSON: Well, Monk's left the coffee.

He's cleared off 'til the morning.

I hope that doesn't mean we have to do the washing up.

No, no, no, he'll do all that tomorrow.

He comes back at 8:00.

That's quite a discipline.

Why do you say that?

It reminds me of Lady Warwick having the stable bell at Easton rung at 6:00, so everyone had time to get back to the right beds before their maids and valets arrived.

Isn't that apocryphal?

No, actually.

Papa and Mama stayed there once and they said it was quite true.

Of course, they already were in the right bed.

I don't know why I said all that.

I hope I do.

Don't be silly.

Will you miss me?

Of course.

Is it really only a week until you leave?

Mmm.

You haven't told me if there's anything I can do to keep things running whilst you're in Munich.

Well, as a matter of fact, I've got something I want you to sign.

It will give you some authority over my affairs.

Come here.

What'll you do when you get there?

Well, I thought I'd write a novel.

Or try to.

I've always fancied myself a novelist.

I've never had the time.

Now I've got nothing but.

How long is it going to take?

I'm not sure.

I'll set the wheels in motion as soon as I arrive and we'll stop when and if we hit a rock.

But the lawyers are quite optimistic.

I thought lawyers were never optimistic.

That's why it's a good sign.

Are we going out tonight?

Rose was talking about the new band at the Lotus Club.

Mmm.

Well, no, I hadn't planned on going anywhere.

No?

No.

Michael, I... Oh, my darling.

So I can move back in?

Edna's room will be empty now and if I'm to dress her ladyship and Lady Mary, I think it makes sense.

If that's what you really want.

I'm sorry it didn't work out with Miss Braithwaite.

Not that I care much for her; I'm sorry about the disruption for her ladyship.

One of these days, I'll tell you the whole story.

Then you'll be less sorry.

But the truth is, we were mad as hatters to let her back in the house.

I've got a present for you.

It's for your desk.

What made you think of that?

It's good for you to be reminded you once had a heart, and it'll reassure the staff to know you belong to the human race.

This frame looks expensive.

She was pretty, though, wasn't she?

She was very pretty, and I'm sure she was very nice.

And now you can look at that and remember her.

You're right, Mrs. Hughes.

I will.

The business of life is the acquisition of memories.

In the end, that's all there is.

Thank you.

Bates, do you know anything about why Braithwaite left?

I don't, m'lord.

They say she had some troubles at home.

I hope it's not too much for Anna.

Bates?

She wants to move back into the house, m'lord.

She says she needs to if she is to perform her duties properly.

Is something wrong between you?

Yes.

But I don't know what it is.

She says it's nothing I've done, but how can I believe that?

It must be my fault because she is incapable of fault.

I don't know what to do.

There is no such thing as a marriage between two intelligent people that does not sometimes have to negotiate thin ice.

I know.

You must wait until things become clear.

And they will.

The damage cannot be irreparable when a man and a woman love each other as much as you do.

My goodness.

That was strong talk for an Englishman.

(birds chirping) GILLINGHAM: I don't really want to go back to London, but I suppose I have to.

That's after I get your answer, that is.

I was wondering how long it would take you to get to the point.

Are you ready?

What happens if I refuse?

We both know I must marry.

I don't need to explain to you how the system we're trapped in works.

Please don't rush into anything.

I won't make a fool of Mabel.

It wouldn't be fair.

I'd break up with her for you and I will credit her by saying that she would understand.

She sounds rather fine.

If you don't want me, then I think I'm honor-bound to go through with it.

It's no good, Tony.

I can't.

I'm not free of him.

Yesterday, you said I fill your brain.

Well, Matthew fills mine.

Still.

And I don't want to be without him.

Not yet.

Can I ask one favor?

And then I really will go and leave you in peace.

What is it?

Will you kiss me?

Please.

I will never love again as I love you in this moment.

And I must have something to remember.

Good-bye, Mary.

My darling Mary.

My prayers go with you for everything that you do.

May I have a word, your lordship?

Hmm?

If Miss Braithwaite is not coming back, I wondered if her replacement had been decided on.

Not yet.

Only I have a candidate I'd like to put forward who I know very well and is more than qualified.

ROBERT: You must discuss it with her ladyship when she comes down, but I've no objection.

She's a little older than Miss Braithwaite.

Well, that won't hurt.

Why do you say that?

No reason.

Where's Tony?

Has he gone?

He thought he'd said all his goodbyes and he wanted to catch the half-past 9:00.

Are you ready?

Where are you going?

York, for estimates to re-equip the saw mill.

So will we be seeing Tony Gillingham again?

I'm sure we will.

Eventually.

He was telling me about Mabel Lane Fox.

Apparently, they're getting engaged.

I imagine he'll be very taken up with that.

Yes, I dare say.

Right.

I'll get my hat.

There you are.

Well, you don't look too bad.

I thought you might be a little the worse for wear.

Why should I be?

After only two hours' sleep?

My maid saw you come in.

Aren't you going to tell me what kept you out until 6:00 in the morning?

Well, we...

Please don't say you were talking and you lost all track of time.

Quite apart from the morality, or lack of it in this situation, you do realize you are taking a great risk?

You're trusting this man with your name and your reputation.

He wants to marry me.

Of course I trust him.

As you trusted Sir Anthony Strallan?

That was rather unkind.

Are you going to tell Mama?

No.

You're a grown woman and I'm not a spy.

But you're gambling with your future, my dear.

Be under no illusions.

A lot may be changing, but some things will stay the same.

I'm not a bit sorry.

No, you don't look sorry.

But you may find yourself feeling very sorry later.

You seem more cheerful than you were in London.

I am.

I took your advice.

I talked it over and I'm off the hook.

So whatever it was, it's gone away?

I think so.

I envy you.

Why?

Because I've just done something which I have a sneaking fear I may regret for a long time to come.

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