Episode 2

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She can decide whether or not she wants to throw these away.

Quite right.

But how would it be funded?

There's quite a lot in the kitty, and we'd have another campaign.

I'm sure there'd be plenty of volunteers to keep up standards.

Are you?

For how long?

And what about the cricket?

We'd have to re-site the pitch, m'lord.

Of course it would take work, but we've got until the summer.

And think what we're gaining.

A beautiful garden of remembrance, a proud memorial at its heart.

Where people can walk and sit and think about their loved ones.

They can come here from all around and spend an hour with their sacred memories, in peace and at rest.

But this pitch has been prepared over many years and with a great deal of work for the cricket.

TOM: I suppose that field below Peckham Wood could be made into a pitch.

Surely the right place is in the center of the village, where people will pass it every day.

Will it be peaceful and quiet there, m'lord?

A fit place for mourning?

Well, that's what they're doing in Sowerby and I'm certain it's where most of them will be.

And is our memorial to be no better than "most of them"?

WOMAN: It comes down to priorities, Lord Grantham.

Which is more important: a game of cricket or the loss of a son in the course of his duty?

(clears throat) I'll be off, then.

I'm sorry you have to go, James.

I wish I knew why, but Mr. Carson's been quite mysterious.

It's fair enough, Mrs. Hughes.

And I got a good reference.

Don't worry, it's fair enough.

Well, good luck to you.

Anna... Give my regards to Mr. Bates.

I will.

Good luck, Jimmy.

Well, this is it, then.

There's something I want to say.

I'm sorry I put you through all that trouble.

Forget it.

It's in the past.

Well, you've been a good friend to me, Thomas.

If anyone had told me that I'd have been friends with a... a man like you, I'd have not believed them.

But we have been friends.

Yeah.

And I'm sad to see the back of you.

I am.

You can always write.

I'm not much at letter writing.

I'll do my best.

But in case we don't meet again, I hope you find some happiness.

I do, truly.

I hope the same for you too, Jimmy.

Oh, I'll be dandy.

I'd best be off.

I'm sorry Jimmy's gone.

I know, it were nice having a bonny face about the house.

We'll have to make do with Mr. Molesley.

How are your studies going?

Slowly.

It's bound to be hard when you've not been at school for a while.

It's not hard, it's impossible.

But what's the answer?

Is the pudding ready to go up?

Mrs. Patmore?

Pudding?

Sorry, I was miles away.

Now, there's a sauce to go with that.

Should I put it all on one tray, or will Mr. Barrow lend a hand?

All on one tray, please.

I can't be bothered to fight it out with him.

Oh, Jimmy, where are you when we need you?

Oh, Mr. Carson!

What is it now?

Now that Jimmy-- uh, James-- has gone, do I take it that I am now first footman?

Since you are the only footman, you are first, second, third and last.

Make what you will of it.

MRS. HUGHES: Mr. Molesley, we're nearly at the end of those distinctions.

There'll come a time when a household is lucky to boast any footmen.

Now get that up to the dining room.

Did it not go well this morning?

I was disappointed, if you must know.

But it's early days.

George is coming on so fast.

It's wonderful how they seem to change week by week at his age.

He is rather sweet, isn't he?

How are you getting on with repairing the fire damage?

Oh, they're all being marvelous, but I do feel such an idiot.

That may be because you behaved like an idiot.

ROBERT: Well, the good thing is they'll have sorted it out in a day or two.

Did I tell you I got this letter from Charles Blake?

EDITH: What does he want?

An art historian he knows is writing a book on della Francesca.

He wasn't aware we had one of his paintings at Downton.

Apparently, he's desperate to see it.

I assume it's just an excuse so Charles can pay court to Mary.

CORA: He doesn't say he wants to come.

He only wrote to introduce his friend.

Simon Bricker?

I can invite Charles, if you like.

I don't mind either way.

I think I will ask him.

We don't know this Mr. Bricker.

It might be easier if Charles is here.

Well, if you want me too, don't forget I'm away from Tuesday.

I wish I knew where you were going.

I haven't a clue.

I expect we'll drive around for a few days and stop and sketch when we see a view we like.

ROBERT: Who's this with?

MARY: Annabel Portsmouth.

It'll be fun.

EDITH: How was your morning, Papa?

Have you decided where to put the memorial?

No.

Carson?

Not yet, m'lady.

It's difficult to please everyone.

ROSE: Bella Davis telephoned this morning.

She was talking about her work with the Russian refugees in York.

Are there many Russian refugees in York?

ROBERT: I'm afraid so.

They're scattered all over Europe, poor devils, trying to establish communities to save what's left of their culture after the ravages of revolution.

Ghastly for them, eh, Tom?

I feel sorry for anyone exiled from their own country.

The exiles are the lucky ones.

I pity those who stayed behind only to be tortured and murdered in their thousands.

Leave him alone, Papa.

ISOBEL: I was at the hospital today, and Mrs. Henderson has done the most generous thing and given a wireless to the ward so that they can listen to music and the news and sometimes even a play.

I can't tell you how it brightens things up.

I'm told that they're far more efficient now and much easier to tune.

No.

But I haven't asked anything.

No.

CORA: Shall we go through and let the servants get in here?

(knocking) Hello.

Follow my lead.

Look who it is!

Come in, m'lady.

Hello, Mrs. Drewe.

I hope I'm not being a nuisance.

Hello, darling.

(babbling) Hello, how are you?

Why don't you sit there, m'lady?

Have they started cleaning up after the fire?

They're doing it now.

Thank heaven it was only my room.

God, I was stupid.

It's wonderful the interest you take in her, m'lady.

Perhaps you'll keep an eye on her as she grows.

I'm sure I will.

It'd be a blessing if you would.

After all, she's almost a foundling with no parents of her own.

No family and no one to turn to.

Tim, what are you saying?

We're her family now.

I know.

But there's a limit to what we can do with three of our own.

I don't understand you.

Marigold is one of our own.

Well, very nearly.

All I'm saying is her ladyship could prove to be a real blessing if she'd only take an interest.

She seems a bright little thing to me.

(baby babbling) Well, I'd have to think about it.

'Course you will.

Because if people get used to seeing you together, you can't just duck out.

That's why I must think carefully and only take it on if I'm sure.

You could be a sort of godmother.

That's it.

Yes, I could be Marigold's godmother.

But she's got a godmother.

We had her christened, and my sister... Talk it over with his lordship, why don't you?

See what he thinks.

Maybe I could take her up to the house to visit my niece and nephew.

My eye, how lucky would she be?

This is all very good of you, m'lady, I'm sure... Give it a thought.

Then we'll see.

Sorry.

Dr. Clarkson has just been telling me about the latest report on the drug insulin.

Oh?

It's going to make a great difference to many lives, I'm quite sure of that.

I agree.

We're a backwater here, but heaven knows we have our share of diabetes.

Just think: a diagnosis will no longer be a death sentence.

I'm glad to see your old interests are reasserting themselves.

CLARKSON: Why do you say that?

Mrs. Crawley has been distracted lately with Lord Merton frisking around her skirts and getting in the way.

You make too much of it.

Do I?

We've been invited to tea with Lord Merton at Cavenham.

I opened the letter this morning.

Maybe you're the real quarry and he's only hunting me to throw you off the scent.

Well, I may be older than I was, but I can still tell when a man is interested.

I believe Cavenham Park has some beautiful gardens, though it's the wrong time of year to see them.

The promise of the gardens in summer will be the final worm on the hook.

Honestly, I'm as good at being teased as the next man, but even my sense of humor has its limits.

Off you go, Miss Goody Two Shoes.

You can play the Holy Mother all you like.

You still nearly got me sacked.

Leave her alone.

Oh, gallant Mr. Molesley.

She's never told you, though, has she?

Miss Baxter has had troubles in the past which you tried to use against her until her ladyship put a stop to it.

That is all I need to know.

I knew she hadn't told you.

Barrow.

Could you please tell Mrs. Patmore I'm here?

Very good, m'lady.

Mrs. Patmore, Lady Rose.

A delicious dinner, Mrs. Patmore.

Thank you very much.

Madge said you wanted a word.

Only if it's convenient, m'lady.

But you know that young woman who works at the school?

Miss Bunting?

Mr. Branson's friend?

Yes.

I didn't like to ask him in case he found it awkward, but I was wondering if she might be prepared to take on some extra work?

But suppose they telephone Lady Portsmouth?

She's promised she'll cover for me.

I feel quite nervous and I'm not even going.

We must choose the clothes carefully so you can take them on and off without my help.

Well, I'll have his help.

Honestly, m'lady.

You'd better hope I never write my memoirs.

There is one thing I've got to ask you.

I'm really sorry, but I must.

Go on.

I have to be sure there aren't any... consequences.

What sort of consequences?

Well, you know.

No, I don't.

Oh, my God.

Uh, I mean...

I beg your pardon, m'lady.

But you see, I can't just go into a shop and buy something.

What if I were recognized?

But I wouldn't know what to buy.

I've thought of that.

I have a copy of Marie Stopes's book.

It tells you everything.

Well, won't he take care of it?

I don't think one should rely on a man in that department, do you?

But suppose I'm recognized?

But you won't be.

And even if you are, you're married with a living husband.

Why shouldn't you buy one?

Any progress on the memorial?

No, m'lady.

Why not by the church?

Then people can go in and say a prayer.

Exactly.

Where do they want to put it?

There's a move to make a proper garden of remembrance.

Oh, well, that would be something for the village.

But would the village use it when they've gardens of their own?

And who would look after it?

You?

As you can see, there's still a lot to talk about.

By the way, I've decided to help Bella Davis with her Russians.

I'm only collecting old clothes now, and I don't mind doing that.

Quite a change from nightclubs.

CORA: You may like it more than you know.

Oh, Mary, I telephoned Charles and they're coming on Monday.

So you'll see them before you leave.

Is it true that Lady Rose wants his lordship to buy a wireless?

She wants him to, but whether he will or not is another matter.

I like the idea of a wireless; to hear people talking and singing in London and all sorts.

What's so good about that when you can go to the music hall in York?

I'd rather hear a live singer, me.

If you're looking for Miss Baxter, she's still upstairs.

Why do you have to make everything sound so nasty all the time?

I'm nasty about Miss Baxter because she came here to help and support me and she's broken her word.

I doubt that's how she'd put it.

Do you think, with her past, she'd come near a house like this?

She'd be lucky to get work in a public laundry.

And I'm sure she's grateful.

Then she has a funny way of showing it.

You do know she's a thief?

Stole her mistress's jewels.

There must be more to it than that.

No.

She sneaked up to the bedroom, snatched up the pieces-- pearl necklaces, diamond bracelets-- put them in her pockets, then tried to make it look as if someone had broken in.

Then she was obviously unsuccessful.

Well, they gave her five years, but she only served three.

Came out a few months before I brought her up here.

So don't say she doesn't owe me.

Has Mrs. Bates come down yet?

Not yet.

We were just discussing your friend, Miss Baxter.

Is she my friend, particularly?

She seems to think so.

I know you mean to lead me into further enquiry, but I couldn't care less what you think, Thomas, on that subject or any other.

I agree.

No, you don't.

Because you listened to the story, didn't you?

What was that about?

Oh...

Nothing.

I must remember to organize a car to meet Charles Blake and his friend.

They'll be here at teatime.

Do people think we're some sort of hotel that never presents a bill?

You've already made that joke.

There you are.

I need your advice.

How flattering.

What is it?

Should I go?

No, no, it's not a secret.

I've been talking to Mr. Drewe.

Did you know they've taken in a child, the daughter of a friend who died?

How kind of them.

Anyway, the girl is very endearing, and I think I'd like to be involved in her future.

To help her in some way.

Maybe with school fees or something.

I've money from my articles and Grandpapa's trust.

Has Drewe put you up to this?

No.

But I'd like to take an active interest.

It'd be good for me.

ROBERT: It's your money.

Do what you like with it.

But you can't just give the child up when you get bored.

I won't get bored.

Cousin Robert, did you see this article about how wirelesses are getting cheaper and more reliable?

No.

I just thought it was interesting.

No.

What's Mr. Branson's pal doing down here?

MRS. HUGHES: Why?

Don't you approve?

Last time she came, she gave them all an earful.

I cannot solve the mystery.

How are you getting on with the memorial?

Oh, his lordship is resisting the idea of a garden.

You don't agree with him?

Well, as it happens, I do.

What?

I don't believe in your garden of remembrance.

In a town, maybe, but the Yorkshire scenery is our garden of remembrance.

I'd prefer to see a memorial at the heart of village life so we'd pass it on the way to church or the shop and give a thought to the boys who fell.

You surprise me, Mrs. Hughes.

I was disappointed in his lordship, but I'm more disappointed in you.

Every relationship has its ups and downs.

Yes, miss?

Um... Is there a lady I could deal with?

Very good, madam.

If you'll just wait there.

I've not quite made up my mind.

Why not serve the gentleman first?

That's kind of you.

Packet of safety razor blades, please.

That's sixpence, sir.

Thank you.

If we keep this up, we'll have another customer along soon.

Yes.

I would like to buy... one of these.

I can see you're married.

I am married, yes.

But you don't wish for any more children.

That's it, that's right.

There is always abstinence.

Of course there is, but...

I don't want to take any risks because of my health.

Oh, I see.

Well, that does put a slightly different color on it.

Three and eleven.

Keep the change.

What about the instructions?

They can be very difficult to manage.

I'm sure it's perfect.

Thank you.

But you don't understand.

I'm hopeless.

Nobody's hopeless.

I'll be back after work, and I can come twice a week for as long as you want.

We haven't settled your wage.

There's no payment necessary.

Well, I want to.

We don't need charity, thank you.

We can pay our way.

I'll take half a crown a lesson.

That's five shillings a week.

MRS. HUGHES: You can use my sitting room if you need somewhere private.

SARAH: I'll see you after school.

Goodbye.

Well now, wait a minute.

That is Daisy's busiest time.

I can't come any earlier.

Oh, well then, perhaps...

I'm excited!

But I'll pay.

It's not right that you should waste your money on me.

No, I want to pay.

That's a nice thing you're doing.

Is it?

I think I've been a damned fool and doubled my workload.

I wondered who was in here.

We're just sorting out some things for Rose's refugees.

Poor Rose.

Why are you so against getting a wireless?

In a way, I wish she'd just say it.

"Cousin Robert, please buy a wireless for Downton."

I wouldn't mind.

That's because you're American, but I'm not, and I find the whole idea a kind of thief of life.

That people should waste hours huddled around a wooden box, listening to someone talking at them, burbling inanities from somewhere else.

But surely now, with the latest news and everything... And it must be a boon for the old.

What do you think, Bates?

I can't see the Dowager with a wireless, m'lady.

(laughs) It's a fad-- it won't last.

Oh no, not that one.

This is nice.

VIOLET: Lord Grantham said it was the coldest house in Yorkshire.

Ah, you're here.

I'm so pleased.

How charming it is.

Oh, we do our best.

I know it's the wrong time of year, but I would love to see the gardens.

Well, shouldn't we allow Lord Merton to tell us how he's planned our visit?

Of course.

It is his house.

Yes, I know that.

You've been very quiet all day.

Have I?

I wish you'd tell me what it is.

Very well.

You were right.

And now I think of it, I'm glad you've spoken.

Last night, Mr. Barrow chose to give me an account of your history.

He was bound to, sooner or later.

His version is a bleak one, which will not surprise you.

But I'm sure that yours will go some way to mending my good opinion.

What did he say?

Well, for a start, he seemed to suggest that you were in some sort of... privileged position?

I was a trusted senior lady's maid to a good woman in a rich and respectable household.

But then he said that you just took your employer's jewels, snatched them up and pushed them into your pocket.

I stole a pearl necklace with a ruby clasp, two diamond bracelets and four rings.

Did he tell you I tried to pretend it was a burglary?

Well then, I think you have all the relevant information.

But there must be something more.

There must have been a cause, a reason, for you to do such a thing?

What sort of cause?

I don't know.

Someone that you cared for needed money for an emergency, and you were desperate to help?

I was a common thief, Mr. Molesley.

A convicted criminal.

A jailbird.

I don't believe you!

Because you don't want to.

I would only say that I am not that person now.

When you've finished your tea, we can walk the terraces, if you like.

That sounds ideal.

As a matter of fact, I recently read a book on the science of quarantine, and I've been looking forward to discussing it with you.

We mustn't bore Lady Grantham.

Oh, you're right.

You see, I need your guiding hand to keep me in check.

Mrs. Crawley is never happier than when she has the chance to use her guiding hand.

Are you, dear?

How pretty this room is.

Thank you.

Mama redid all these rooms in the '80s.

She had good taste, I think.

Is one allowed to brag about one's mother?

(laughing) So the late Lady Merton didn't change it?

Ada?

No, she didn't use it much.

She thought it was rather drafty, it being so near the front door.

I suppose she had a point.

If you don't like being quite so near the front door.

Well, I think it's enchanting.

It's a woman's room, though.

Of course.

The library and the dining room are masculine.

The drawing rooms and the music room are feminine.

Or so I was taught.

I didn't mean that exactly.

More that it needs a woman's presence to make sense of it.

When I'm on my own in here, I feel like a bull in a china shop.

Don't see figures as the enemy.

But they are my enemy.

But you use them every day.

When you're measuring, when you're weighing ingredients, you're doing sums in your head all the time.

I suppose I am.

Try to look at them as friends-- friends who are trying to tell you something you need to know.

All right.

Let's start here.

You were treating these two columns as separate, but this figure follows directly on from that one, do you see?

That's where I was going wrong.

Each number adds a clue, like each detail of a painting or every word of a book.

Then gradually, when you put them together, you get the whole picture with the information.

It's not that I look down on cooking.

I wouldn't want you to think that.

It's just... You'd like to have some choices in your life.

And why shouldn't you?

Why aren't you going with her?

What?

With Lady Mary.

She'll be away for almost a week.

Yes, but they're driving round.

They don't know where they'll stay or anything.

She and Lady Portsmouth?

Yes.

It doesn't sound much like Lady Mary.

It sounds a bit bohemian.

Well, I suppose she's allowed to get away from it all if she wants to.

Like anyone.

Yes, I suppose she is.

What do you make of Edith's burst of generosity for the Drewe girl?

I don't begrudge it.

In all probability, her beloved Gregson is dead and she has to sit and watch her sisters' children play.

She wants someone to love.

It's as simple as that.

Of course, the problem will come when she has a child of her own to distract her.

Let's cross that bridge when we come to it.

And let's hope the Drewes don't get sick of her in the meantime.

Was it ghastly?

I didn't know where to look.

But when I thought about it afterwards, it seemed unfair to punish me like that.

Suppose I was a working woman with eight children and I didn't want any more.

Wouldn't I have the right?

I agree completely.

I feel like going back tomorrow and ordering a baker's dozen.

One's enough for now.

CORA: Mr. Bricker.

This is wonderfully kind of you.

You could see the painting now or after dinner or wait until tomorrow.

It's entirely up to you.

I think I'd like a glimpse of it later this evening, then I can take a proper look in the daylight when I have my wits about me.

You look as if you've spent the winter away from these shores.

I've been in Alexandria.

Really?

I don't envy you.

I'm not very good at abroad.

She's in the kitchen?

I can't swear to what room she's in, but she was giving a lesson to Daisy and she's still here.

Shouldn't we invite her to dinner if she's your friend?

I don't think Lord Grantham would like it.

Not after last time.

But it seems terribly grand and unfriendly not to.

I'll ask Cora.

How are you?

I haven't seen you for ages.

Have I neglected you?

I'm sorry.

No need to apologize.

Although I think you might perhaps have told me I was not the lucky winner.

Why would you say that?

Because it's perfectly obvious.

Well, I don't seem to have broken your heart.

You sound disappointed.

(laughs) Who is this fellow, anyway?

Simon Bricker?

Just a chap I know.

He was talking about his book in Boodle's.

I mentioned the painting here, and that was it.

He's very brown, lucky chap.

Charles, I'm sorry if I've hurt you.

It's just only lately that I've started to come out of the mist.

And the mist is clearing around the lithe and supple figure of Tony Gillingham?

Maybe.

Well, good luck to you both.

I mean it.

That's why I came here, so I could wish you luck in person.

We should give her the option.

If you're certain.

I don't want to feel like I'm imposing.

Don't be silly.

This is your home.

Where's Tom going?

Miss Bunting is downstairs.

What?

She's been teaching one of the maids in the kitchen.

Tom's gone to ask if she'd like some dinner.

God in heaven, you're not serious.

She is the first friend Tom's made that has nothing to do with us, and we must respect that.

So every time we entertain, we must invite this tinpot Rosa Luxemburg?

Who's she?

A German Communist who was shot and thrown in the canal.

We wouldn't wish that on Miss Bunting.

Hm.

I must be mad-- I didn't see the time.

I've left Mrs. Patmore cooking dinner for everyone.

Well, you can tell her from me you'll prove a talented mathematician.

Whose idea was it to ask me?

Yours?

No, it was Rose.

Although it's a new sensation for me not to be alone in my opinions at the table.

If I've encouraged you to stand your ground, I'm glad.

But I don't feel like putting either myself or Lord Grantham through another test of strength tonight.

Please thank them and say good night for me.

I don't need a car.

I'm perfectly happy to walk.

When in Rome...

But do you ever think you might have been in Rome too long?

Why do you say that?

Well, you needn't always do as the Romans do.

There's more in you than that.

I wonder.

You could do anything you want if you put your mind to it.

TOM: I can't deny it.

It's good to hear you talk as if I had a real future.

You do have a future, but not here.

Not with these people.

Of course your link to them is Sybil, but from the way you talk, I think she was unique in this family: free of prejudice, free from narrow thinking.

That's true enough.

She was unique.

All I'm asking is for you to remember that you were the man who tempted her over the park wall to run away to freedom.

I was that man.

But I'm not sure I can be that man again.

You can be.

I know it.

Good night.

Go in, or you'll miss your dinner.

Where's your friend?

She couldn't stay.

She had to get home.

What a relief.

What were you doing in Alexandria?

Escaping the winter and looking at beautiful things.

Beautiful and very ancient things.

I don't agree.

BLAKE: So you're collecting clothes for the Russian refugees?

ROSE: Well, I said no at first because, well, it didn't feel terribly me.

But then I thought about them leading their lives before the fall.

Doing everything you would do.

Exactly.

Dancing and shopping and seeing their friends, and then suddenly being thrown out to fend for themselves in the jungle.

Well, I thought I had to help if I could.

It's lucky Miss Bunting refused our invitation or she'd give us a lecture on how they're aristocrats and so they deserve it.

She believes the old regime in Russia was an unjust one.

She hopes the new system will be an improvement.

Does that make her a firebrand?

Because I agree with her.

And you don't think certain acts of savagery forfeit any sympathy for the perpetrators?

It was terrible, of course.

But the English killed King Charles I to create a balance between the throne and parliament.

I didn't kill him personally.

I didn't shoot the imperial family.

Goodness.

Is this what they call a lively exchange of views?

It's about now that Papa usually fetches his gun.

CORA: Mary, don't tease Mr. Bricker.

He's come north to see a painting and he finds himself caught in the middle of a civil war.

I don't think we'll split tonight.

They'll only fight if we do.

Mr. Bricker wants to see the picture and I'm sure any delay is torment.

You read my mind.

Carson, how are we to move forward with the memorial?

I suppose your position has not changed?

CARSON: I can see that I'm losing.

But I would rather be convinced than defeated, my lord, and I am not yet convinced.

Cousin Robert, did you see that the king is going to speak on the wireless?

It was in the paper today.

Don't be silly!

No, it's true.

For the opening of the British Empire Exhibition.

It's being broadcast on the 23rd.

I just thought you'd like to know.

Is this true, Carson?

I believe so, my lord.

Talking about the Empire, too.

I wonder.

If the king wants to use the wireless to speak to his people, maybe we have to listen.

I wouldn't say that, my lord.

Is it not a case of the king being forced into accepting a humiliating assignment by his ministers?

Are you saying the king is a weak man, Carson?

Never that, my lord.

But even kings must bow to pressure sometimes.

And should we not support him in his hour of endurance?

Oh, cheer up.

We can always hire one.

Surely we won't be corrupted if it's only in the house for a day.

They said you were out here.

I thought I'd get some air before we have our dinner.

I've let you down, haven't I?

I wouldn't say so.

You are who you are.

You made choices and you've paid the price for them.

Still, I'm not who you thought me.

It is not for me to pass sentence.

You've had enough of that.

I've changed.

I'm different now.

I wish you could believe me.

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

Because...

...I am not persuaded you can have acted on your own.

Maybe not.

But I don't want to talk about that.

Because alone or not, in the end, I made the choice to steal, and there's no point trying to pass the sin along.

And you won't allow me an opinion?

You see, you wouldn't have done it no matter who asked you to, no matter what the provocation.

I don't claim that.

If a man must watch his loved ones starve, who's to say what he'll do?

But I wasn't starving, was I?

Believe me...

I'd give a limb to rewrite that whole chapter of my life.

But I can't, Mr. Molesley.

Even for you.

I can't.

Do you have a clear record of how it came to be here?

The second earl was our collector.

He bought it when he was quite a young man and on his grand tour.

Which was when?

1789!

We have a letter from his mother.

She's just heard about the fall of the Bastille and her son was on his way through France.

She was so desperate to get him home, she sent it by special messenger.

(laughs): Mothers.

Some things never change.

Lots of things never change.

Tomorrow, I can show you some of the other pictures he brought back if you've time before you go.

I have all the time in the world.

I should enjoy it very much.

(footsteps) There's coffee in the drawing room.

Thank you.

We'll be right in.

Isis!

Come here, girl!

I can't believe it.

When she explained it to me how it all worked, I could see it at once.

Well, this is Our Lady of the Numbers.

If I'd had a teacher like her when I were at school, things might've turned out very different.

Well, they've not turned out so badly, have they?

Well, I'm glad to see some smiles at the end of a long day.

Daisy's singing the praises of Miss Bunting and her teaching.

I should keep it to yourself.

She's not a favorite with Mr. Carson.

Why?

What's she done?

It's not what she's done.

It's what he calls her "dangerous ideas."

Dangerous or not, I'm sure they're good ideas.

MRS. HUGHES: Careful.

He'll think you've been infected.

What's this?

Daisy's worried she's been infected with a cold from the delivery boy.

(laughing) His lordship and I are walking down to the village tomorrow to look at possible sites.

Um...

I don't like it when we're not on the same side.

We're different people, Mr. Carson.

We can't always agree.

I know.

But I don't like it.

I can't make a decision, Baxter, until you tell me the whole truth.

I have, m'lady.

I don't mean you've tried to shield yourself.

Quite the contrary.

But I haven't yet heard the whole story.

To be honest, Baxter, I don't know why I haven't dismissed you out of hand.

I employ a jewel thief to look after my jewels?

It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know what else to say.

And if I don't sack you for your criminal record, I should sack you for concealing it.

Should I take this as my dismissal?

I don't know.

I don't know why not, but I don't know.

What was the matter with Tom?

Papa will blame his friend, Miss Bunting, for filling his ears with poison, but I'm not sure.

He has so little life away from us.

He's had no life since Sybil died.

But I have a feeling he's turning back into who he really is.

Is that a bad thing?

For us, maybe.

But not for him.

I'm going up.

Good night, you two.

Do you think there's any chance Cousin Robert really might get a wireless?

Well, if he won't get one for the king, your cause is hopeless.

(laughs) That's true.

I loved Rose's definition of ordinary life: dancing and shopping and seeing one's friends.

(laughs) I'm going to bed too.

I'm worn out.

But I hope you'll be happy for me?

If it is Tony in the end.

Nothing will make me happier than seeing you happy.

But please be absolutely sure before you decide.

Why do you say that?

Because you're cleverer than he is.

That might have worked in the last century, when ladies had to hide their brains behind good manners and good breeding.

But not now.

I don't agree.

I think Tony is quite as clever as I am.

Then one of us is right and one is wrong.

You're not being fair.

I'm not some over-heated housemaid drooling over a photograph of Douglas Fairbanks.

Plantagenets are as susceptible as housemaids when it comes to sex.

Are we talking about sex?

Or love?

Oh, that is a question that mankind has been wrestling with since the dawn of time.

Good night.

(frustrated sigh) Poor Tom.

He's nothing more than a ventriloquist's dummy for that terrible woman's ideas to come spewing out of his mouth.

Maybe she's given him confidence to say what he really thinks and not to sit there in silence listening to a thousand things he disagrees with.

She'll steal him away from us.

I can feel it.

She's pulling him back to the other side.

I hope not.

But if he feels he has to go, that's what he must do.

Well, he's not taking Sybbie.

Don't be silly.

I mean it!

I am not having Sybil's only child snatched from everyone she loves to be brought up by some harpy in an American sewer!

If the time comes, then we will talk to Tom.

And I suggest we try to be a little more calm about it.

For heaven's sake, can't I be angry when our eldest grandchild is about to be stolen from us forever?

And tell your friend Bricker to stop flirting with Isis.

There is nothing more ill-bred than trying to steal the affections of someone else's dog!

Very well, I'll tell him to stop flirting.

I think I've put everything in.

Your packet's here, m'lady.

Thank you.

I don't think there's anything too difficult to fasten.

Lord Gillingham can always help.

For the last time, are you certain you know what you're doing?

I believe so.

Anna...

The way things are going, life will be lived in much closer quarters in future.

My grandparents lived in vast rooms, surrounded by staff.

If they disagreed, they'd hardly have known it.

But it won't be like that for us.

I must be sure I'm right to want this man as my friend, as my lover, as my husband.

Well, I think it's a big risk.

Please.

I can't be lectured twice in one evening.

I've already had a ticking off from Mr. Blake.

You didn't tell him?

Only that I thought Lord Gillingham was the one.

The point is I want to marry again, and I absolutely don't want to divorce.

Well, I wish you luck, m'lady.

Morning.

Morning.

There you are.

I'm afraid it's the perfect position for me.

Millions of men killed, my lord, and we'll remember them with a stone cross for women to stop by and gossip?

I prefer to say that as people go about their business, we remind them of the men who died.

They gave their lives for our freedom, and we'll remember them with a convenient step to sit for a moment and tie up your shoelace?

Good afternoon, m'lord.

Hello, Mrs. Elcot.

What are you up to?

I'm just waiting for our Robbie.

He likes to say hello to his father sometimes after school.

CARSON: It's good of you to make a special journey.

Oh, no.

He comes with me when I'm on the way to the shop or the post office and takes the chance to visit the grave then.

My Bob was a lovely man and a wonderful dad, and I don't want our Robbie to forget him.

Not if I can help it.

No.

No, of course you don't.

Thank you, Mrs. Elcot.

Your words have made quite an impression on me.

Don't you agree, Carson?

I do, yes.

Quite an impression.

M'lord.

Why is it called a wireless when there are so many wires?

MRS. PATMORE: I don't know.

(radio humming) Nothing's happening.

It's just warming up, m'lady.

(humming continues) (switching through frequencies) (music playing) All set.

Oh, wait a minute!

Is that Jack Hylton?

Oh golly, isn't this thrilling?

What's this I see?

Servants loitering in the hall with her ladyship due at any moment?

Look at that.

If I touch it, will I get a shock?

You'll only get a shock if you listen to it.

MRS. HUGHES: I think it's exciting.

We're catching up, Mr. Carson.

Whether you like it or not, Downton is catching up with the times we live in.

That is exactly what I am afraid of.

(babbling) Oh, hello.

But before I go, I hope we're all united in the plan.

DREWE: It's very kind of you, m'lady.

Isn't it, Margie?

Very kind.

I just want every opportunity for little Marigold.

As I say, it's very generous.

And you won't mind my being part of her life?

She needs the chance to dream.

We must be careful not to fill her head with too many dreams, m'lady.

This is a wonderful opportunity you're offering.

Thank you.

I'll see you soon.

Bye-bye.

Bye!

What's the matter?

Why should anything be the matter?

You could have been more gracious.

I don't want this place to be her doll's house or Marigold her doll, to be kissed and petted then cast aside when she loses interest.

She won't lose interest.

How can you be sure?

I am sure.

I'll be in the yard.

Call me when the food's ready.

Hands, please.

KING GEORGE V (on radio): It gives me the greatest pleasure and satisfaction to come here today with the queen for the purpose of opening the British Empire Exhibition.

I suppose he can't hear us.

No, it doesn't work like that.

Miss Mary Crawley.

Welcome to Liverpool, Miss Crawley.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

I'm sure I will.

(fanfare playing) Well, you have heard the voice of His Majesty King George V. What do you think, Carson?

Mrs. Hughes?

The king on the wireless.

I prefer to think of him on his throne, m'lord.

MRS. HUGHES: To me, it's a good thing.

To make him less of a myth, more of a man.

Well, I hope you've all taken something of value from it.

Mrs. Hughes is right.

The radio somehow makes the king more real.

But is it a good thing?

The monarchy has thrived on magic and mystery.

Strip them away, and people may think the royal family is just like us.

Well, would that be so wrong?

Well, only if they want to stay at Buckingham Palace.

Cheer up, Mr. Barrow.

Weren't you pleased to hear the king?

I expect it's difficult for you with Jimmy gone.

We all need a special friend from time to time.

I wasn't special to him.

Not truly.

I don't agree.

I think he liked you.

Maybe.

A little.

But I don't think I'm very likeable to people here.

Do you want to be?

There are times when I'd like to belong.

Does that sound funny?

Not to me.

Not at all.

Shall I have it collected in the morning, m'lord?

Must he?

Do we need to get rid of it in quite such a hurry now it's here?

Put it in the small library.

Thank you for changing your mind.

I wasn't aware I'd decided against it.

It's such a pity Mary had to miss it for a boring sketching trip.

(knocking) It's mad not to give a false name.

Always make a lie as truthful as possible.

If you're seen, you have the right name, you're alone in your room.

And why shouldn't you be in Liverpool?

The same is true for me.

What if someone recognizes us both?

That would be back luck, I admit.

But even then, we're in separate rooms.

They couldn't prove anything.

Are you Foyle or Gillingham?

I'm Foyle.

That is my name.

The fact that neither of us is using a title could just be to avoid fuss.

How did you manage to get the rooms connected?

Well, I'm not a complete halfwit.

Nor, happily, is the manager.

So, what's the plan?

It's a simple one.

We'll go down to Church Street for a scrumptious dinner, after which we'll come back.

And... make love.

Exactly.

We'll make love all night, and, in fact, for as long as either of us has any stamina left.

And who can say fairer than that?

I meant to ask how you got on this morning.

Oh, we've settled it.

It's going to be in the village.

I hope you're not too upset.

I only asked to be convinced.

My walk through the village convinced me.

And there's a bonus.

What's that?

It puts us back in agreement, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm not comfortable when you and I are not in agreement.

(laughs) You're very flattering.

When you talk like that, you make me want to check the looking glass to see that my hair's tidy.

Get away with you.

No, I mean it.

(knocking) Uh, there's a policeman to see you, Mr. Carson.

A policeman?

It's just Sergeant Willis, Mr. Carson.

Hello, Mr. Willis.

Thank you, Mr. Barrow.

Your scare-mongering has not succeeded.

That will be all.

Sit down, Mr. Willis.

Have a cup of tea.

Now, how can I help you?

Well, it's an odd business, but we may as well get down to it.

A man stayed here last year, a Mr. Alex Green.

He worked for Lord Gillingham.

I remember him well.

Why wouldn't I, when he died so very tragically not long after?

WILLIS: Oh, that's all I need.

I've just been told to check that you remember him and... Oh, thank you.

And to give warning that we might need to ask some questions.

I don't understand.

Well, something's turned up, and before they take it further, they're trying to establish its significance.

But what is that?

What's turned up?

A witness.

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