ROBERT: Carson, have you broken the news to Mrs.

Hughes?

♪ ♪ MARY: Your reception will be in the Great Hall if it's the last thing I do.

I want my own wedding to be done in my own way.

Is that so outlandish?

I warn you, Dr.

Clarkson and I will fight to the last ditch.

I just want what's best for the village.

Well, at least we have that in common.

I'll start looking for another tenancy in the morning.

ROBERT: He's agreed.

It seems very unfair, but I don't see what else we can do.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell chimes) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ Daisy, put that into the oven.

Oh!

(laughs) Have you chosen what you want yet?

Whatever you think best.

That doesn't sound like a bride on the brink of wedded bliss.

It's a long time since I've been on the brink of anything.

Except possibly the grave.

I wanted a big wedding breakfast with all of us sat at groaning tables, having a jolly time.

Well, why can't you have that?

Because it's not how posh people do it.

They stand about with nibbly bits getting stuck in their teeth, and that's what we've to do.

Well, I don't see why.

We could put trestle tables up in the hall.

No, Mr.

Carson wants it like the family would do it.

(sighs): I don't mind.

Not really.

So what are you going to wear?

My brown day dress.

Anna's going to tidy it up a bit.

It's simple, but I'm sure it'll be fine.

Oh.

Because I've got a new catalogue.

It's so easy.

You send a postal order and they send you the dress.

I know what a catalogue is, thank you.

But I'm too old to think a new dress will solve anything much.

Well, you're not wasting money, that's for sure.

(door opens) (sighs) ROBERT: Mama?

What are you doing here?

I wasn't expecting you.

I want to be quite certain you're thinking sensibly about the possible changes at the hospital.

By thinking sensibly, you mean thinking like you.

We... Of course.

Cora believes you're wrong.

Well, Cora is confused.

And when she sees sense, she'll agree with you?

You have been talking to Isobel.

Since they made her the almoner, she's never been the same.

I have been talking to Cora.

Well, that is a mistake.

You can't expect me to avoid talking to my own wife.

Why not?

I know several couples who are perfectly happy, haven't spoken in years.

Hello, Granny.

They didn't say you were here.

I'm here to make sure of your father in the coming fight.

Well, I'm off to London to calm my editor.

Say goodbye to Mama.

Will you stay with Rosamund?

I don't know how long I'll be there, so I'll stay at the flat.

Is it proper for a young woman to be alone in a flat?

Granny, Adrienne Bolland flew alone over the Andes Mountains four years ago.

And anyway, I'm not a young woman.

I'm staring middle age in the face.

MARY: Granny!

Have you seen your mama?

She's just finishing off the menus with Mrs.

Patmore.

Oh, well, then, I will be off.

Why not stay and say hello?

Oh... I have a feeling Cora and I will be saying "hello" rather less than "en garde!"

in the next few weeks.

♪ ♪ (quietly): Right.

What if we keep the Dover sole and change the cod to a crown roast?

And I'll do peaches in brandy.

That sounds more like it.

Thank you, Mrs.

Patmore.

Is everything else all right?

Yes, your ladyship.

Well, that is, I'm a bit concerned about the wedding.

Oh, why is that?

Don't hesitate to charge it all to the house account.

Oh, very kind, I'm sure.

But it's not that.

Mrs.

Hughes isn't happy.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Is she regretting her decision?

It's not her decision she regrets so much as his decision.

♪ ♪ (animals chittering) (birds chirping) Mm-hmm!

Mm.

What is that?

A stamp to mark the British Empire Exhibition.

Just been released.

The first commemorative stamp ever.

What's that great lion doing?

It's the lion of Britain with the head of the king.

I think it's silly.

That's because you understand nothing.

(bell ringing) Back door.

I'll go.

(faint urgent conversation) (indistinct talking) Mm.

(clears throat) Who was that?

Who was... what?

Whoever was outside.

It was nobody.

Very talkative for a nobody.

I-I meant... he'd come to the wrong house.

Haven't we all?

♪ ♪ Did Lady Edith get off okay?

As far as I know.

I can't think why she doesn't just sack the wretched man and find someone else.

Unless she enjoys racing up to London in a swirling cloud of crisis and drama.

I've had rather a sad letter from Mr.

Branson.

Listen.

"I dreamt last night "I was in the park at Downton, "walking with Sybbie under the great trees, "listening to the pigeons "cooing in their branches, and when I woke, my eyes were filled with tears."

That's very moving.

I agree.

I owe him a letter.

I'll write after Carson's wedding.

Talking of which, I feel sorry for Mrs.

Hughes.

I said I'd brighten up her frock for her, but when she gave it me, it was an ordinary old day dress and there wasn't much I could do.

Can't I lend her a brooch or something?

I told Mrs.

Patmore and she said not to worry, so maybe she's got a plan.

Well, let's hope so.

Have you given any more thought to Mr.

Ryder's advice?

I have.

You're not...?

Too early to tell.

Lord knows the problem isn't Bates!

(laughing) Honestly, m'lady.

If I repeated some of the things you say downstairs... Should you be working?

I can manage, and there's always Baxter.

No, Mr.

Bates would smell a rat.

And I don't want him to know anything until it's worked and I'm almost showing.

He'd put so much on to it.

At the end of the third month, I'll invent an appointment and we'll whizz up to London.

Oh, how exciting.

I don't want to be excited.

Not until I know it's going to happen.

Looking for a place, Mr.

Barrow?

I might be.

Would you be sorry?

BAXTER: They've not said anything, though.

Mr.

Carson is hoping I'll resign to avoid any possible unpleasantness.

That's all.

What do you think of this?

"Experienced manservant required for a position of trust in a prominent household."

Sounds interesting.

Where is it?

I'm only looking in the Yorkshire papers.

I want to stay up here.

Careful, Mr.

Barrow.

Someone might accuse you of having feelings for the area.

Would that be so hard to believe?

Harder for you to accept than for us to believe, I should have thought.

Mr.

Barrow, why are you down here?

I'm about to announce dinner.

Do I have the sense that you're drifting away from us?

Not yet, Mr.

Carson, but I would like some time off over the next few days.

If it's for another job interview, then you shall have it, Mr.

Barrow.

Am I here tonight without Cousin Violet to cement my alliance with Cora?

No, not at all.

Carson, could you ask Mrs.

Hughes to join us in the drawing room?

Mrs.

Hughes, milady?

I want to ask her something and I'd like Lady Mary to be there.

What are you getting at?

Carson?

Of course, your ladyship.

Shall we go through?

Or are you staying tonight, Robert?

No, I don't want to miss anything.

Does Cousin Violet know I'm here this evening?

Not unless you've told her.

I don't want her to think I'm plotting against her.

Aren't you?

Yes, but I don't want her to know.

Her ladyship's going to help Mr.

Mason.

When I was in the drawing room, she almost said it out loud.

Oh, let's hope so.

Now, will you let me take you through the exam papers?

Are you losing confidence in me?

No, no, it's not that.

I'm sure you know the answers, but sometimes it can be hard to make out the question.

Mr.

Molesley, shall I ask them to come down here and help themselves?

Sorry, Mr.

Carson.

Is Mrs.

Hughes in her room?

As far as I know.

Do you agree?

I do, yes.

How may I help, m'lady?

I'm sorry to put you on the spot, but I believe you've been rather railroaded over your reception.

I understand you don't want to be married from this house?

What?

Why ever not?

CARSON: Milady, we're both honored to be allowed the privilege of... CORA: No.

I want to hear from Mrs.

Hughes.

Your ladyship, I have no wish to sound ungrateful.

This is a fine house.

And Mr.

Carson's right.

It'd be an honor to hold our party here.

But it's not what you want.

Well, to start with, I'd like a kind of reception that's different from the ones you're used to, with a solid meal served at proper tables.

MARY: But does anyone have a sit-down wedding breakfast anymore?

A great many people, m'lady.

And then I'd like to feel we could ask all sorts, everyone who's been part of our lives here.

And I'd planned for music later on and maybe a bit of a hooley, none of which would be suitable in the Great Hall.

It would not.

There you are-- we're only agreeing.

MARY: Mrs.

Hughes, doesn't Carson deserve a wedding in this house?

Where he has served this family for so long and with such loyalty... And will continue to do so while there is breath in his body.

Well, then.

But this is our day, m'lady.

It's about Charles Carson and Elsie Hughes and not about this glorious house or the glorious people who've lived in it.

Just us.

And that's the way I'd like to celebrate it.

I couldn't understand more, Mrs.

Hughes.

I hope we'll be invited.

Of course you'll all be invited, and we'd be honored if you come.

But it would be our day, celebrated in our way.

Do you know where you will stage this festivity?

I had thought about the schoolhouse, m'lord, but Mr.

Carson doesn't care for it.

I don't mind the schoolhouse.

CORA: Good.

Then it would seem to be settled.

Thank you, Mrs.

Hughes.

Thank you, m'lady.

(door closes) Why did we have to listen to that?

Because I want you to stop bullying them and let them do it their way.

You think I'm a bully, I think you're a snob.

How do you make that out?

She didn't want the bother of a servant's wedding in the hall.

That's not fair, we... (Cora gasping) (Robert clears throat) (teacups clinking) ♪ ♪ Going out, Mr.

Spratt?

Do I have your permission?

You can go round the world as far as I'm concerned.

That's very considerate of you, but a breath of air is all I need.

(door closes) ♪ ♪ (knocking) (door opens) Oh, Denker.

I wonder if I might have something warm to drink before I go up.

Yes, certainly, m'lady.

How about a nice cup of hot chocolate?

Oh, just the thing, thank you.

(clears throat) Um... Yes?

M'lady, Mr.

Spratt seems very preoccupied at the moment.

I-I wondered if you knew what it was about.

Does this spring from a tender concern for his welfare?

Well, we all have to rub along together, don't we?

Well, it would be nice if we could.

I worry.

Perhaps one of his friends is in trouble.

Well, I know nothing of Spratt's friends.

I know he has a great many relations who seem to get married and buried with numbing regularity.

(laughs) Usually on very inconvenient days.

Well, perhaps it's one of them?

Well, why don't you ask him?

While you're making my chocolate.

Yes, m'lady.

Of course.

Mm.

Oh, milord, a quick word.

It may be that we have a painless solution to the problem of Barrow.

Oh, yes?

He's applying for a job in the vicinity.

Do you know of a house called Dryden Park, near York?

The name rings a bell.

I think my parents used to go there, but I haven't heard anything about it for years.

Is that where he's off to?

Hopefully.

We shall see.

(groans) Are you quite well?

Oh, yes.

Just a bit of indigestion.

Carson... I hope you weren't upset by that business in the drawing room.

Oh, not at all, milady.

And as a matter of fact, I don't believe that her ladyship was acting for snobbish reasons.

Perhaps not, but it annoys me to see you cheated of your just deserts.

I wanted the best for you.

And I shall have it, milady.

If you attend the wedding, that's enough for me.

(chuckles) Good night.

♪ ♪ (bell rings) ♪ ♪ Yes?

Hello.

I telephoned earlier in response to the advertisement.

Name's Barrow.

Should I have used another entrance?

No.

There's only Mrs.

Tonkins downstairs.

She's got enough on her plate.

So, are you the person who'll be interviewing me?

I suppose I am.

Come in.

Come in.

Thank you.

Lady Edith Crawley?

It is you, isn't it?

Hello...?

Bertie Pelham.

We met at Brancaster when it was let to Lord Sinderby.

Of course.

I'm sorry to be so dense.

I remember you very well.

You're the agent.

Or you were then.

Oh, I am now.

Business has brought me to London for a few days.

Me too.

In fact, it's the longest time I've spent in London since my cousin came out.

She was with us at Brancaster-- Rose Aldridge.

I remember.

I thought you were a very jolly party.

(laughs) I told Lord Hexham he should try and let to the Sinderbys again this year.

Are you having a good time in London?

Well, I've been working since I arrived, and missing Marigold, of course.

Marigold?

My... That is, my ward.

Our ward.

Of course.

You told me about her.

Well, I'd better get on.

I expect you're busy.

I'm not usually, but I've got rather a drama on my hands with my magazine.

You've probably forgotten that I own a magazine.

Indeed I have not.

I thought it was incredibly modern.

Well, it's incredibly complicated at the moment.

Mm.

Which is why I have to get back to the office.

I-I don't suppose you'd like a drink with me?

Later on?

Well... Only I'm going home tomorrow, and I'm not sure when I'll be back.

All right.

Why not?

But it will have to be near the office.

We're in Covent Garden.

What about Rules?

Will they let us have a drink there?

Oh, I should think so.

Shall we say 7:00?

Now I'm going to hurry away before you change your mind.

(laughs) THOMAS: Perhaps you could tell me a little more about the job, Mr...?

Reresby.

Sir Michael Reresby.

Oh.

As you can see, we've rather let things slide.

It's been very difficult since my wife died.

I can imagine, Sir Michael.

Mm.

She was a lady in waiting, did you know?

To the old Duchess of Connaught.

Ah.

Do you have any other family?

Two sons.

But they... they never came back from the war.

Very sorry to hear that.

Did you serve?

I was in Flanders, yes.

I served.

I got this there.

That's what I need.

Someone who knows about fighting for his king and his country.

♪ ♪ I expect this was a wonderful house for entertaining.

Oh, you should have seen it!

We had such fun in those days.

(sighs) Do you know what I shall always remember?

The women going up to bed at the end of the evening, their faces lit by the flame from their candle.

Yes.

Those diamonds twinkling as they climbed up into the darkness.

(mumbles) Shall we go through here?

Hm?

(clears throat) Well, as you can see, it is all rather silted up.

Can you clear a space?

THOMAS: Of course.

So, can you let me know more about the job?

How many staff do you have?

Well, uh, I told you, there's Mrs.

Tonkins.

She comes in three days a week.

And she has to manage everything?

We do have a man outside every now and then.

But that's why we need you.

But what about the others?

There must have been a proper staff here once.

Not after the war.

Not really.

Things got more and more expensive.

Hmph!

But in your advertisement, you spoke of "a position of trust," Sir Michael, "in a prominent household."

This is a very prominent household.

Can you doubt it?

We have entertained not just the Connaughts, but the Fife princesses, both of them.

The Duke of Argyll, the Queen of Spain... Yes, but that was some time ago.

Are you a republican?

No, I don't, I don't believe so.

But then, I've never really thought about it much.

Well, think about it now!

I can't risk a republican in this household when anyone might call!

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not quite up to it.

Philosophically.

Thank Heavens we've picked that up before it caused any trouble.

I should be going.

I hope you find the man you're looking for.

We can't let them down, do you see?

When the good times return and they all come back, we must be ready.

We can't let our standards slip.

No.

And good luck with those standards.

EDITH: And this is what you had in mind for the cover?

No, no, don't touch that.

It does seem very similar to last month's, Mr.

Skinner.

Don't be so absurd.

No, no, please!

And where is the copy for this?

(sighs) Mr.

Skinner, this really isn't finished.

I have dealt with amateurism before!

I've even dealt with incompetence!

But this ridiculous muddle- headed meddling just about... Mr.

Skinner, that's quite enough!

If that's how you feel, I suggest we part company once and for all!

(indignant huffing) (grunts) (typewriter clacking, phone ringing) Well, I've done it.

He's gone.

Good riddance.

And well done.

But what happens now?

Well, we have to get it out by tomorrow, so we have to get the proofs to the printers by 4:00 a.m.

You can't mean to do it yourself?

Why not?

I refuse to be defeated by a petulant and overweight tyrant.

I'll lay out the articles as usual.

It's 7:00.

Which means we have nine hours.

We better get some coffee on and... Oh, crikey.

I won't be long.

Keep getting the copy together.

♪ ♪ May I help you, madam?

I won't be long.

I'm so, so sorry, but believe me, if you knew what I'm living through, you'd forgive me.

I forgive you anyway.

The thing is, I can't have a drink.

I'd love to, but I can't.

My editor has walked out and I have to get the magazine to the printers by 4:00 in the morning, so it's sandwiches and coffee and work until dawn.

All right.

Oh, you're a darling, thank you.

And do telephone me if and when you're up in London again.

No, I meant all right, I'll come with you.

Come with me where?

Back to the office.

I can make coffee, I can fetch sandwiches.

I can carry bits of paper around.

(chuckles) Shouldn't we get going?

Aren't you having dinner somewhere?

I thought that's why you hadn't suggested it.

No, I didn't think you'd accept dinner, so I planned to ask you halfway through the drink.

Right.

Well, we should get back.

Do you think Mary suspects anything about Marigold?

I doubt it.

She'd never think Edith capable.

We should go down soon.

Your mother will be here.

Can we change the subject tonight and steer clear of the quarrel?

No, she's like King Canute with her head in the sand.

If Canute had had his head in the sand, he'd have drowned when the tide came in.

You know what I mean.

She's wasting her time and energy trying to stop the inevitable.

That sounds like my Mama.

Well, if it does, I want to save her from herself.

If only this were a few sentences longer.

Give it here.

I'll make it longer.

Won't the author mind?

He'll mind if it isn't printed.

So it's just the causes of the war?

Both wars, the Spanish Succession and the Austrian Succession.

You're comparing them.

And don't forget, you know, keep it simple and straightforward.

What is it?

Oh, well, I don't know if I should tell you.

Tell me if it's important.

Don't if it's not.

Well, it might be.

When I was serving tea in the library, I heard them say that the Drewes are giving up Yew Tree Farm.

That's what she was thinking!

Her ladyship knew they were going to hand in the lease and she couldn't decide whether to say anything!

Don't jump the gun.

No, I knew she'd had an idea!

I said it!

You've made me so happy!

This is just the tonic Mr.

Mason needs!

But it's not definite yet.

No, I'll say that, I'll tell him that.

But he'll be made up.

Mm.

(bell rings) Who's that?

Somebody at the back door.

Never mind.

Mrs.

Potter can answer it.

It's probably a delivery.

At this time?

Mm.

(indistinct talking in background) Mr.

Willis?

What brings you here?

Well, I'm sorry to call so late, but I've had an enquiry which concerns you.

Ooh, I'm all ears.

Mr.

Spratt, do you know a Mr.

Wally Stern?

Yes.

He's my sister's son.

He's been serving time in York Prison.

Oh?

Is it absolutely necessary for Miss Denker to be present?

Killjoy.

Well, she'll be questioned next, so what's the point in asking her to leave?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm aware of the present situation of my unfortunate nephew.

Not the present situation, I'm afraid.

Mr.

Stern recently absconded from prison.

He's currently on the run.

Someone answering his description has been seen in this neighborhood, and naturally, we wondered if he had tried to make contact.

Not with me, Sergeant, no.

Miss Denker, can you add anything?

No.

Nothing that leads you to suppose a man was hanging around the house?

I'm afraid not, Sergeant.

Perhaps the identification was a mistake.

Is he very distinctive to look at?

Uh, not very.

Quite ordinary, in fact.

All right.

Well, that would seem to be that.

I'll, uh... I'll say goodbye.

Of course, if he tries to get in touch... Oh, we'll be on to you in a moment.

Hm.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why he wanted to drag you into it.

What an interesting family you have, Mr.

Spratt.

Mine are quite dull by comparison.

I haven't seen him for years.

It's your sister I feel sorry for.

Well, she has done nothing to deserve it.

Of course not.

I do have one question, though.

What's that?

After you put him up in the potting shed, did he get away safely?

What's the idea?

Lady Eltham's costume ball.

I can't decide which guests are the most important.

Never mind that.

Best clothes and prettiest faces.

Nobody cares about anything else.

♪ ♪ (typewriter keys clacking) ♪ ♪ You have the address?

Yes.

They're waiting for you.

He's got everything he needs.

Put it into Mr.

Brent's hands.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get you some more coffee.

Would you?

(exhales) (chuckles) Well, you did it.

We did it.

I really am so grateful.

Are you an editor now?

Does this count in your profession as a sort of baptism of blood?

Oh, I don't know what will happen next, but it's nice to know I can do it if I have to.

You certainly can.

I won't, though.

Not yet.

I'll put someone in charge as a caretaker.

Then I'll think.

In the end, the big question must be are you a countrywoman or a townie?

Oh, but it's more than that.

I know now I need a purpose.

That's what I've learnt.

I can't just lead one of those purposeless lives.

You inspire me.

Not many people would say that.

They would if they knew you.

(footsteps approaching) Thank you, Audrey.

So, you go home today?

Yes.

I'll catch the 12:00 and try and sleep on the train.

What about you?

I'll settle in the new editor and go back after that.

And our butler is getting married on Saturday, which is quite a big thing.

Has he been with you a long time?

Forever.

He joined us as a junior footman in my grandfather's day.

Oh, I love those stories.

I wonder how much longer people will tell them.

I know.

But let's not be sad.

Not today.

After all, we've just edited a magazine.

(both laugh) This just came for you.

Oh, thank you very much.

What is it?

Never you mind.

Oh, what a relief!

I thought it wasn't going to get here!

May we know what it is?

It's a frock I ordered as a surprise for Mrs.

Hughes.

But with the wedding tomorrow, I thought I'd missed it.

Can we have a look?

I don't see why not.

Just check Mr.

Carson's gone.

It's a relief to me as well.

The one she wanted to wear was awful.

Oh.

Well, it's very, um... It's an improvement, we can say that.

DAISY: Is it?

What was the last one like?

I don't understand.

It was so nice in the picture.

It wasn't dear, but it seemed like a bargain.

Well, it's the thought that counts.

Not with a frock, it's not.

Lady Mary says she'll lend her a brooch or something.

A brooch?

She'll need a diamond parure to make this look any good.

DAISY: (gasps) She's coming!

Daisy.

I'm afraid Gertie's ill, so can I ask you to do the fires?

(sighs) (snoring) CORA: I'm sorry to get you up so early.

BAXTER: That's all right, m'lady.

But are you sure you don't want any breakfast?

No.

I've had a cup of tea, it's enough.

I'm having luncheon in York after I see the hospital.

Daisy?

You don't do the bedroom fires these days, do you?

Not as a rule, m'lady, no.

But Gertie is unwell and we don't have a proper scullery maid anymore.

I'm afraid I'm usually not up early enough to know that.

I just wanted to say how very grateful I am, m'lady.

Grateful for what?

When you said you'd had a plan, it was because the Drewes might be leaving Yew Tree Farm, wasn't it?

Well... I know you can't say anything, but I'm so thankful to you for trying.

Is something the matter, m'lady?

I hope she wasn't bothering you.

No, but... Well, never mind.

We'll see what happens.

Do you remember I thought Mrs.

Patmore might have an idea about Mrs.

Hughes' dress?

Mmm.

Well, she did, and it arrived this morning.

No good?

No good at all-- horrible, in fact.

It's too late now to order anything else.

Can't we lend her a dress or something?

Well, she wouldn't fit into a dress of yours and her ladyship's too tall.

But what about an embroidered evening coat?

The length wouldn't matter so much.

I'll ask Mama when I get up.

She'll have something.

Miss Baxter said she was leaving early to go into York.

That's right.

She's out all day.

She goes straight from York to a meeting with Dr.

Clarkson.

We'll have to manage without her.

She won't mind.

She'll be pleased.

I, uh... ...just want to make sure everything's under control.

I think so.

Mr.

Brock's bringing the flowers and foliage in the morning, and Mrs.

Patmore's on top of things.

Are you nervous?

A little, and I'm sad about my dress.

I wish I'd made more of an effort, but it's too late now.

I'm sure you'll look wonderful.

Well, I'll look tidy.

What about tonight?

We mustn't see each other tonight.

I'm having dinner in here and they'll warn you when I'm going up so that we don't meet on the stairs.

Am I hearing right?

You went behind our backs and betrayed us to the enemy?

CORA: Whose enemy?

They're not my enemy.

I asked to see the Royal Yorkshire and to meet with the doctors in charge so I could learn the benefits of a merger.

Today, they were good enough to give me a tour and a luncheon.

Am I to think ill of them for that?

And you don't call that betrayal?

It's called trying to be in possession of the facts.

Oh, I wondered when we'd hear from you.

CLARKSON: I confess I think it's unfortunate if you've given them the impression that we approve of the plan.

But I do approve of it.

Oh, and you're the fount of wisdom on this topic?

I don't claim to know more than any of you.

Well, I'm glad that you don't claim to know more than I do, Lady Grantham, but I am disappointed.

And we know why.

Well, if we don't, I gather we will soon.

I'm very much afraid that you see the new arrangement as diminishing your own importance.

What?

Well, you're the king of this place, but once it's a wing of the Royal Yorkshire, you will be one more local doctor.

With some authority, yes, but it will not be the same.

Mrs.

Crawley doesn't mean that.

Well, I'd like to think that, but it sounds very much as if she does.

Did you drink at luncheon?

No, I did not.

Which you know very well, since we were together.

Not all the time.

MERTON: Shall we call a halt to this before we say things we'll regret?

I rather hope Mrs.

Crawley regrets what she's said already.

I'm going home.

In future, let's try to manage things in a more civilized manner.

Oh!

Goodbye, Dr.

Clarkson.

Goodbye, Lady Grantham.

(sighs) Supper tonight will be fairly basic.

I hope you'll understand.

How basic is basic?

Don't fret, it's not bread and water.

But I've got the wedding!

Of course.

I can help if you like.

Has tea gone up?

Not yet, Oh Great One.

How did you get on at Dryden Park?

It wasn't right for me, Mr.

Carson.

Pity.

Mr.

Molesley, Andrew?

Tea.

It won't be long now.

Don't worry.

Something'll turn up.

I expect you'd be glad to see the back of me.

If it's what you want.

He means it, too.

Don't fish-- especially where they're never going to bite.

You've got me wrong, you all have.

How have we got you wrong?

I don't want anything from Andy but friendship.

We were friends when he first came.

I helped to get him the job, for God's sake.

But now you've all poisoned his mind against me.

Then tell him.

It's too late.

The damage has been done.

You don't believe me anyway.

MRS.

PATMORE: Yes, come on.

Mrs.

Hughes!

Can you pop up to her ladyship's room for a moment?

Whatever for?

Lady Mary has a surprise for you.

A surprise?

For me?

Why?

Well, you're getting married tomorrow.

That might have something to do with it.

Can we meet there at 5:00?

(affirmative exhalation) ROBERT: Here she is, the famous editor, trailing streamers of success.

(laughs) This is the mock-up.

Ah!

EDITH: It does seem weird that we managed it in time.

We managed it?

The office.

We all pulled together.

Well, I think it's perfectly brilliant, darling.

Don't you?

I'm back, but I'm going upstairs to get straight and to calm down.

Why?

How was your day?

CORA: The morning was interesting, the afternoon was ghastly.

Oh, Mama, you'll find... Mm.

See, that dress doesn't look bad now as a foil to set off the colors of the embroidery.

I agree.

Its plainness is a virtue.

And I'm sure we can do something about the length.

Excuse me.

(exhales) Will someone explain to me what's going on?

Didn't Lady Mary tell you, m'lady?

Tell me what?

That Mrs.

Hughes is going to borrow one of your coats to be married in.

Was I to have any say in this as you rifled through my cupboards?

Your ladyship, there's obviously been a misunderstanding.

I'm surprised at you, Mrs.

Hughes.

This is not the kind of behavior I would look for from you.

We'll hang them up at once and leave you in peace.

You see, Lady Mary said... Lady Mary may dispose of her own clothes as she sees fit, but I do not know what gives her the right to dispose of mine!

Now please, leave me.

I have a headache and I need to lie down.

♪ ♪ (door opens) You're very prompt.

Oh, m'lady, we've had an awful business.

Her ladyship walked in when Mrs.

Hughes was trying on the coats, and... I don't know.

She seemed to think we were stealing them.

Don't be silly.

I'm not.

I've never seen her so angry.

Poor Mrs.

Hughes.

She feels awful.

Well, we can't have that on the day before her wedding.

Leave it to me.

(knocking) Yes?

(door opens) I hope Anna's wrong, but she seems to think you didn't want to lend Mrs.

Hughes a coat for her wedding.

Well, I... I just walked in and there they were, putting on my clothes.

Please tell me you weren't rude.

Your mother's had a horrible afternoon with Granny.

They were all at each other's throats.

Does that excuse insulting a woman who has served us faithfully for many years who simply wanted something nice to be married in?

Why didn't you tell me about it?

I tried to, but you stormed off.

What was Mrs.

Hughes doing in there?

Typical, though, isn't it?

30 years of service, one wrong move, and snap, you're out on your ear.

They are very appreciative of our service, it was not a wrong move, and she is not out on her ear.

Well, I won't speak ill of her ladyship.

Not when she's doing what she's doing for Mr.

Mason.

What's this?

Daisy, you mustn't talk like that when it isn't settled.

I want to get things settled.

Don't we all?

You seem unusually disenchanted with life these days, Mr.

Barrow.

I can't see the future, Mr.

Carson.

But then, I suppose none of us can.

♪ ♪ Don't let it upset you.

It does upset me.

I felt like a naughty child in need of a smack.

Anyway, I'm going up now.

It's past 10:00.

(knocking) Yes?

May I come in?

Please.

♪ ♪ Mrs.

Hughes, I won't beat about the bush.

I behaved badly earlier and I hope you'll accept my apology.

It must have been strange to find us all there, m'lady.

Nevertheless, I have no excuse to behave as I did.

Not to someone who deserves our loyalty as you do.

Please forgive me.

Of course.

I can only say I was angry about something quite different and I allowed it to cloud my judgment.

Oh, we've all done that, m'lady.

Finally, I'd like you to have this coat.

I... I'm not sure it was a good idea.

Please.

Or I'll feel I've spoiled the day, which is the very last thing I'd want to do.

Furthermore, I want you to keep it.

Well, I... I've asked Baxter to fit it for you tonight.

She's happy to do that.

Very well, m'lady.

I'm very grateful.

I'm not sure when I'll wear it again, but you never know.

You never do.

I'll say good night.

Good night, your ladyship.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (sighs) ♪ ♪ (birds chirping) (bell rings) For Mr.

Carson.

Thank you.

♪ ♪ Come in.

Oh, thank you, Mrs.

Patmore.

That's lovely.

What's happened?

What's the matter?

ANNA: Nothing's the matter.

We've come to dress the bride.

Oh!

Well, there's a sentence I never thought I'd hear.

(laughing) With this ring, I thee... The ring.

(muttering) Yes.

(sighs) MR.

MOLESLEY: Ah, uh... Mr.

Brock brought these for you.

What are they?

Well, they're roses with heather for buttonholes.

He's done that to honor Mrs.

Hughes.

Very nice, I'm sure, but whom are they for?

For you and your ushers, of course.

My ushers?

I've not got any ushers.

Perhaps you should have, Mr.

Carson.

Oh, very well.

Take one for yourself and give one to Andrew.

And remove the fern.

What about me, Mr.

Carson?

Take one.

I might as well be hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

MRS.

HUGHES: For better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and in health, to love, cherish, and to obey, till death us do part, according to God's holy ordinance... ♪ ♪ With this ring I thee wed, with my body I thee worship, and with all my worldly goods I thee endow.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

In the name of the Father, and of the Son, and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

(sighs) I now pronounce you man and wife together.

♪ ♪ (bagpipes playing) Oh, thank you.

(bagpipes continue) (cheering) Oh!

I'm so glad to see you here.

I couldn't miss Carson's wedding.

I felt uncomfortable about the way I spoke to you the other day.

Oh, you said what you thought.

But I don't think I did, not truly.

I was exasperated by Lady Grantham and you got in the way.

Well, don't be too quick to condemn yourself.

I'm not sure you were wrong.

Maybe I haven't focused on what's best for the village.

What is this?

Dr.

Clarkson is reviewing his position.

I hope this is wishful thinking on Mrs.

Crawley's part.

To be honest, I don't know.

But if something's that important, it's worth considering more than once.

Really?

Well, in my experience, second thoughts are vastly overrated.

But we mustn't be too blinkered, surely?

It's not just Mrs.

Crawley and Lady Grantham.

Your old friend Lord Merton is in favor of reform.

A peer in favor of reform is like a turkey in favor of Christmas.

(laughing) (everyone cheers) ♪ ♪ (indistinct chattering in background) MRS.

HUGHES: Mr.

Barrow, nice to see you here.

A wonderful service.

Thank you, milord.

Please understand that nothing's going to change.

I doubt you'd agree, Mrs... Carson.

We'll try to keep the changes manageable, m'lady.

Milady.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm so happy for you.

I'm sorry if I made things awkward about the reception.

Please forgive me.

M'lady, Mr.

Carson would forgive you if you attacked him with a brick.

(chuckles) You don't have to worry, you know, Mr.

Spratt.

No?

I can keep secrets when I want to.

Maybe.

But the question remains: will you want to?

Ah.

Hmm... You're very sunny again.

I love weddings, don't you?

I liked mine.

You would tell me if you'd fallen in love with someone else, wouldn't you?

(laughs) I shouldn't think so.

Not for a moment.

(laughs) Because there's something about you just now.

And there's something about you, Mr.

Bates.

There's definitely something about you.

Oh, there she is now.

MOLESLEY: You won't regret it.

She's more than equal to the task.

In fact, I think she'll do you credit.

HEADMASTER: I think she'll do you credit, Mr.

Molesley.

You seem to have been an excellent influence in all this.

Well, I believe that education is the gate that leads to any future worth having.

Have you missed your vocation?

I've missed everything, Mr.

Dawes.

But Daisy doesn't have to.

Mr.

Mason's so full of gratitude, your ladyship.

It's like a dream after a nightmare, m'lady.

But please, you mustn't think... May I have silence?

(crowd quiets down) Thank you.

Mr.

Barrow.

Mrs.

Carson.

Before we take our seats, I believe, as the groom, that I have the right to a few words.

I will not be prolix, but it must be right that I mark that I am the happiest and luckiest of men.

That a woman of such grace and charm should entrust her life's happiness to my unworthy charge passeth all understanding.

(laughing) To my wonderful bride.

The bride and groom.

ALL: The bride and groom!

To the bride and groom.

(gasps) Tom!

And Sybbie, darling!

What are you doing here?

And how did you know where to find us?

I went to the house and the hall boy on duty told me where you were.

And it means that I can congratulate you in person, Mr.

and Mrs.

Carson.

Oh!

Are you back for a holiday?

Oh, say you'll stay.

That's just the point.

I can stay as long as you want me.

I don't understand-- what are you saying?

Just this: that I've come back and I'd like to stay for good, if Lord Grantham will have me.

Of course we'll have you.

We'll be delighted!

I echo every syllable.

Hello, darling Sybbie!

Give old Donk a kiss.

MARY: Oh, Tom, this is such wonderful news.

Are you sure?

I'm really, really sure.

So what happened?

It's quite simple.

I had to go all the way to Boston to figure something out.

And that's what I did.

Well, go on, what was it?

I learned that Downton is my home and that you are my family.

If I didn't quite know that before I left, I know it now.

♪ ♪ Over there!

Sybbie!

Marigold.

Hello.

(laughing) BRANSON: But if I am to live out my life here, I need to find something to do that isn't just about the estate.

How enterprising.

We talk about making a difference, but this could actually change lives.

THOMAS: Mr.

and Mrs.

Harding.

Hello.

When were you a friend of Gwen's?

Cousin Isobel is entitled to put up an argument.

Of course she is!

She's just not entitled to win it!

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