Season 3 | Episode 6

♪ ♪ (keys jingling) (birds chirping) (door opening) (laughing) Thank God.

(laughing): Yes, thank God.

And you.

How do we speak to him?

Normally.

How do you think you speak to him?

But what about prison, or do we pretend it's never happened?

I don't think that'll be necessary.

Oh, welcome back!

Welcome back, Mr. Bates.

I've waited a long time to say that.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

MRS. HUGHES: Too long.

Give us your coat.

MRS. HUGHES: Oh, Mrs. Patmore, can you find something for Mr. Bates to eat?

I certainly can.

Daisy, Ivy, stir your stumps!

Who's Ivy?

The new kitchen maid.

Thomas.

Still here, I see.

Mr. Barrow now, Mr. Bates.

And yes, I'm still here.

And busy as a bee.

There have been some changes since... you've been away.

You will have heard about Lady Sybil.

BATES: Yes, I've heard.

Anna took a letter from me to her ladyship.

There we are.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Can we all have one of those?

(laughing) Welcome back, Mr. Bates.

Thank you, Daisy.

Something nice?

The editor's written back, repeating his offer.

He asks if I'm ever in London.

Why not?

You could see Rosamund and buy some new clothes.

(sighs) He only wants to persuade you to write for his horrible paper.

Still, I think I will go.

It seems rude not to in a way, and I haven't been to London for ages.

Excuse me.

Please don't encourage her.

I think it's a good idea.

I gather you've trapped poor old Jarvis into a meeting.

It won't take long, but he is the agent and there are things we must get started on, if you agree.

Oh, I'm glad you still think my agreement has a part to play.

(door opens) Are you sure you wouldn't rather just cut and run like me?

Bates!

My dear fellow.

I didn't know you were here already.

They let you out at dawn.

Thank you for sending Anna in the car.

Oh, nonsense.

Where have they put you?

In my old room, m'lord.

Well, that won't do.

I'll ask Jarvis how far they've got with finding a cottage.

Thank you.

About Thomas...

I'll sort it out, Bates.

I promise.

But in the meantime, you just rest.

Stay in bed, read books.

But you didn't walk out of my luncheon when Robert asked you to.

Well, that luncheon was to support Cora in her grief.

It did not seem appropriate to let the whole thing end in chaos and a quarrel.

So you don't think I should have given Ethel a second chance?

I do not criticize your motives, but did you really consider?

Ethel is notorious in the village.

I don't think so.

I know so.

You have surrounded this house with a miasma of scandal and touched all of us by association.

I think one must fight for one's beliefs.

And is poor Ethel to be the cudgel by which you fight your foes?

Ah, Ethel.

I was just telling Lady Grantham how your cooking has come on.

ETHEL: I'm studying, m'lady.

These days, a working woman must have a skill.

But you seem to have so many.

CORA: I don't see how you can just sack him.

He's done nothing wrong.

ROBERT: He can't have expected to stay my valet once Bates was released.

Ask Carson.

He'll have some ideas.

CORA: Poor little girl.

ROBERT: Has Branson said anything more about moving out?

How can he move out before he's found a job?

How can you want him to?

He's our responsibility now, Robert, he and the baby.

We owe that to Sybil.

I must get on.

I've got this meeting with Jarvis and Matthew.

Have you got any plans, Mr. Bates?

It's rather early to say.

His lordship suggested I have a rest.

I expect you'll be looking for something to do, Mr. Barrow.

Now that Mr. Bates is back.

They're showing a film tonight in the village hall.

Way Down East.

It's about a wronged woman who survives in the wilderness through her own wits and courage.

Blimey, they've stolen my story.

Lillian Gish is in it.

I like her.

Well, there's a late showing tonight at half-past ten for the local servants.

What about it?

Are you going, Jimmy?

Sounds a bit soppy, to be honest.

Well, I'm not going with Alfred on my own.

My mum wouldn't like it.

She would not and nor would I.

You may go if Madge or Alice will go with you.

But not otherwise.

All right.

If Mrs. Patmore agrees.

Straight there and back, mind.

This means the overhaul of every part of the estate we hold in hand, and some large new parcels in addition.

All in an instant.

But don't you see?

If we invest in new machinery, new methods and new techniques, the whole estate must benefit by it.

And as for taking new lands in hand, we won't be running it as separate farms.

We'll find another use for some of the farmhouses...

This is ridiculous!

Downton has existed for hundreds of years in perfect harmony.

We have worked with the farmers as partners.

Now you want to blow it all to smithereens!

Of course I don't, but...

If I may, my Lord?

Mr. Crawley, you are very new to our way of life here...

I beg your pardon!

There's no point biting Jarvis's head off.

You are new to it.

Must I remind you of the state the place was in a few months ago?

That was nothing to do with the way we run it!

The money was lost in a bad investment.

Yes, and you've been bailing the place out with Cora's fortune.

You have been for years.

Downton must be self-supporting if it's to have a chance of survival!

Well.

You've given us plenty to think about.

Hasn't he, Mr. Jarvis?

He has indeed, Lord Grantham.

Why would I persuade your father otherwise when I agree with him?

How can you say that when you keep telling me to find something to do?

I meant run a local charity or paint watercolors or something.

Well, I'm going to London to see the editor tomorrow, and if I like him then I'm going to say yes.

I don't want to fall out with Papa, but I don't want to be invisible, either.

I've had enough of it.

Very well.

I'm coming up tonight.

I'll see what I can do.

But I want a favor in return.

Ethel?

What's the matter?

I had rather a nasty encounter in the village, that's all.

What sort of encounter?

Mrs. Bakewell refused to serve me.

In the end her husband did, but it wasn't very nice.

We shall take our business elsewhere.

There's no need for that, ma'am, I'm used to it.

You shouldn't have to be.

Are you all set for this evening?

If you mean have I allowed Ivy to go out when it's not her half-day, I have, but why, I could not tell you.

Bring them all home safe.

ALFRED: If that's Béchamel, why don't you use parsley or mace?

I do, but I boil it in the milk beforehand.

I made it last night.

Oh, leave her alone, you big ninnie.

(scoffs) There's nothing wrong with a man who can cook.

Some say the best cooks in the world are men.

And do we think this sad beanpole will be the best cook in the world?

Why do you always feel the need to be so unpleasant, James?

What's Alfred ever done to you?

You can take in the fish and meat tonight.

James can follow with the sauce.

But I should be the first footman.

Of course you should.

DAISY: Listen to her!

You're taller than him, you've been here longer than him.

Why are you taking her to the pictures when she talks like that?

Well, I've got the tickets now, so... (door opens) Don't get up.

How's the christening going?

It's all arranged with the Catholic church in Ripon.

Weren't you going to tell us?

You and Matthew.

I didn't think the others would want to know.

Please give them a chance to behave properly.

(baby cooing) I wondered if you'd be a godmother.

Am I allowed to be?

As long as at least one of them is Catholic, and my brother's coming over.

He'll stay in the village.

No, he won't.

He'll stay here.

He's a bit of a rough diamond.

I'm very fond of diamonds.

(birds chirping) I still can't believe I'm here.

I keep pinching myself.

Believe.

Which one would be ours?

Well, they won't move Mr. Chirk or the Tripps, but Mrs.

Bow wants to live in the village, so we might get hers.

None of which solves the problem of what I'm going to do.

Your job, of course.

They'll have to give Thomas his notice.

Mr. Barrow.

Mr. Stick-It-Up-Your-Jumper.

He'll have to go.

Revenge is sweet.

Look at him, he can't even balance it.

Oh, leave him alone.

Up you go.

(muttering): It's a flippin' insult.

Just because he's ten foot tall.

You're right.

I've got a good mind to... Uh-uh, don't do anything you'll regret.

These things can be managed, but not by losing your temper.

O'BRIEN: You make a cozy couple, I must say.

I don't think so.

That's not what I've heard.

Alfred says he's always going on about you.

Silly, sloppy stuff.

Alfred's sick and tired of it, and no wonder.

Well, he's making it up.

Have it your own way.

Right.

Don't put them like that!

They've got to be able to get hold of them.

CARSON: Come along!

MATTHEW: That's why I've asked Mr. Murray to come up, so that we can talk it through together.

You've asked Murray to come here without consulting me?

I felt I wasn't explaining things well, and I know he can.

Oh, lovely, what a treat.

Oh!

Oh, my... your ladyship!

No, no fuss, no fuss.

Just scrape me down and get me a spare napkin.

I'll take that.

I saw your cook in the village today, Isobel.

She seemed upset.

Yes.

Mrs. Bakewell was rather unkind.

It seems a pity that even in this pretty little village, people can be so unforgiving.

ROBERT: Some people are unforgiving.

Others are insensitive.

What time do you leave in the morning?

I thought I'd get the 10:00.

I'm meeting him for tea.

You're not encouraging this?

She hasn't agreed to anything yet.

Mama, talk to her.

Talk to all of them.

Say something sensible.

Yes, let's hear how a woman's place is in the home.

I do think a woman's place is eventually in the home, but I see no harm in her having some fun before she gets there.

Oh, Granny!

Thank you!

Have you changed your pills?

(chuckles) And another thing.

I mean, Edith isn't getting any younger.

Perhaps she isn't cut out for domestic life.

(sighs) How are your plans proceeding, Tom?

I was telling Lady Grantham.

My brother has a garage in Liverpool.

He's asked me to go in with him.

The brother who's coming to stay?

Yes, Kieran.

Why is he coming here?

For the christening.

(groans softly) How did he rearrange the spoons?

He put them right on the edge of my plate.

I'm not saying it was deliberate.

I hope you're not, 'cause I was trying to help.

Well, I think Alfred can manage without your help in the future, James.

And next time, will you wait to be asked before you take charge?

Are you still here?

Perhaps Alfred no longer wants to go to the pictures.

He may want to ponder his mistakes instead.

Of course they're going.

Are we?

Yes, you can go.

I will not withdraw my permission.

But as you walk, you might contemplate what it is to waste a chance when it is given.

I suppose you never wasted a chance.

Well, if I did, I learned from it and that's all I am asking from him.

That and some ritual humiliation.

You shouldn't have rung Murray without telling Papa.

You berate me for not wanting to take responsibility and now you tell me off for doing just that.

You can't have it both ways.

I can if I want to.

What's the matter?

Do you think I should see someone?

What?

If there's anything wrong, then it's obviously my fault.

You know what they told us when I was wounded.

But they were wrong.

They said so.

I wonder.

Darling, please don't worry.

I'm sure there's nothing wrong.

That's the point.

We're not sure.

It was okay, but I prefer English films with English stars.

They seem more real somehow.

I like the American actors.

They've got more you-know-what.

Oh, and how about Ivy Close in The Worldlings?

She makes Lillian Gish look like a village schoolma'am.

Ivy Close.

It's funny to think of a film star having your own name.

There aren't any with my name.

No, but there's a king.

The one who burnt the cakes.

Well, I hope I won't be burning any of my cakes in future.

(laughing) Where is everyone?

They've gone to bed.

Except for the picture-goers, they're not back.

If I'd thrown a bucket of slop in the old lady's lap, I wouldn't be allowed to go to the flicks.

What are you saying?

Mr. Carson doesn't like me.

No matter what Alfred does, he still prefers him.

It's not bloody fair.

Well, I love you.

(laughing): Well, if you do, you're on your own.

I'm sure I'm not.

What about your family?

Where are you from?

I don't have any family, not really.

Cousins, you know.

No one else.

And your mum and dad?

Dead.

My dad was killed in the war and my mother died of the flu.

I haven't any brothers and sisters, so here we are.

All on me ownsome.

You must get lonely.

Meaning?

I know what it's like, that's all.

Funny, we're quite a pair.

We both like to look very sure of ourselves but we're not so sure underneath, are we?

Still, you've no need to worry.

Mr. Carson may prefer Alfred, but nobody else does.

Don't they?

I wonder.

(footsteps) Sometimes I think it's just Jimmy Contra Mundi.

Was that Latin?

I should try it on Mr. Carson.

Make up some points.

Never mind Latin, I need a magic spell.

(sipping) Good night.

He's a funny one, isn't he?

You can't pull the wool over my eyes.

I know what's going on.

You're quite wrong, Miss O'Brien.

He's a proper little ladies' man.

Oh, if that's how you want to play it.

What are you going on about?

There's no need to bark.

I only know what Alfred tells me.

Well, if he says Jimmy's interested in me, he's lying.

Oh, dear.

Was it supposed to be a secret?

(giggling) Oh, you are daft.

Oh, Ivy, I love to be out with you like this.

I wish we could make it a regular thing.

I can't.

I wouldn't want you to get the wrong idea.

Look, I'm sorry, but Jimmy's just not interested.

I hate to hurt your feelings like that, but he's not.

You don't know that.

He flirts with me.

He does.

If you knew he wasn't interested, would that make a difference?

I'd have to hear it from his lips.

(sighing) (door opens and closes) (humming) (door opens) (knock, door opens) ALFRED: Sorry to wake you, Jimmy, but I've got to ask... Oh, my... Get off!

Just get the bloody hell off me!

Alfred, it's not what you think.

Don't do that, please.

Alfred doesn't matter.

No one'll believe a word he says.

He's nothing.

What are you doing?

Why are you in here?

Because of what you said!

Because of all there is between us.

There's nothing between us except my fist if you don't get out!

And if you tell any...

But what about the things you said?

I said nothing except get out.

Go on, get out, Thomas!

(door closes, locks) (angrily): What is going on?

Nothing, Mr. Carson.

Jimmy... uh, James had a nightmare.

He's fine now.

(door slams) ANNA: What is it?

What's going on?

MRS. HUGHES: James?

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

Alfred?

Ask Mr. Barrow.

It's nothing.

Really.

It doesn't seem like nothing.

(chuckling) Oh, Ivy.

Never mind the toast, you look very tasty yourself this morning.

What did you say?

Well, can't a red-blooded man compliment a pretty girl?

Not at breakfast, for heaven's sake!

Oh... Alfred, what's happened?

Not now.

CARSON: Well, if there is anything I ought to know, I hope I hear about it before the end of the day.

This really has been so interesting.

Well, I hope this means that you're persuadable, Lady Edith?

I'll think about it, I promise.

I just felt I had to meet you and see what it would be like.

I assume your father disapproves.

Well, it's the business of parents to worry, isn't it?

No, now all sorts of toffs are writing for magazines nowadays.

Some of them even advertise face creams and cigarettes and the rest of it.

I'm afraid Papa would not find that reassuring.

(chuckling) In fact, if he were here he'd probably just shout "Run!"

Will you please make up your own mind without his advice?

I'll have to think about that, too.

Are you going back to Yorkshire tonight?

No, I'm staying with my aunt.

I've got to look into the offices of The Lady while I'm here.

Not to write for them, I trust?

Oh no, it's just something I promised to do for my grandmother.

The Lady, that's Covent Garden.

Here's an idea: let's have lunch tomorrow at Rules.

If you accept the job we'll celebrate, if it's a no, I'll drown my sorrows.

How's that?

(laughs) ROBERT: You seem nervous today, Barrow.

We will get things sorted out.

We won't leave you in the lurch.

I'd be grateful if you could let me know when you've made a decision.

I'll talk things through with Carson and we'll see what we can come up with.

It makes no sense to retain this bit as a separate section, no sense at all.

But of course Jarvis won't see that because he hates change.

Just try to carry Papa with you.

That's all Isk.

He'll be with me in the end because this is the only way forward, and at some point he's going to see that.

Some point in the near future, I hope.

What's the matter with you both?

You were in a dream all through dinner.

Nothing's the matter!

Does Mr. Murray want luncheon tomorrow?

No, he's in York all morning.

He'll come up here afterwards.

CORA: Followed by Tom's brother for dinner.

So it promises to be a day of contrast.

God in heaven.

What do you think, Tom?

I agree with Matthew.

The estate can offer proper compensation to the tenants now while the money's there, but if we miss this chance, it may not come again.

So says the Marxist.

If you don't mind me saying so, you have a narrow view of socialism.

You seem to have a very broad interpretation of it.

Now, now, children.

If Branson is watering down his revolutionary fervor, let us give thanks.

Tom.

Do you know anything about farming, Tom?

A little.

My grandfather was a sheep farmer in Ireland.

(whispering): Why do you keep giving me funny looks?

I'm not.

What's going on?

Have you both been up to something I don't know about?

Not both of us.

Are you awake?

I can't seem to get to sleep.

I don't know why.

Could you credit Matthew summoning Murray without my permission?

You keep telling everyone Downton's a dual monarchy now.

I never realized you didn't mean it.

So you're against me over Matthew, the christening and Edith.

Robert...

Even your mother spoke up for Edith.

Think of that.

A facer, I admit.

She'll have had some reason of her own, of course.

Is she really so Machiavellian?

Yes.

I'm here to meet Mr. Gregson.

Yes, ma'am.

I was afraid you'd stood me up.

I'm so sorry.

It took much longer than I thought.

What was it about?

Oh, just family stuff.

An errand for my grandmother.

Are you very family-minded?

Well, you know, when you live at home with your parents, you're still in the middle of all of it.

Yes, I saw a picture in the paper of your elder sister's wedding.

She looked very glamorous.

People say so.

Am I allowed to say I'm rather pleased you're not married?

WAITER: Here you are, madam.

I'm a little less pleased.

Oh dear, it sounds like you're hiding a romantic secret.

Not too romantic.

A little while ago, I was jilted at the altar.

Which wasn't much fun.

Oh, dear, I am sorry.

Oh, please don't be.

It's a relief to be reminded I'm not an object of pity to the entire world.

I've clearly put my foot in it, and now you'll turn the job down.

Please don't.

I won't.

Not if you don't want me to.

Ah.

Surely, Lord Grantham, you don't question Mr. Crawley's goal of making the estate self-sufficient?

No, but I question his plans for the employees and tenants in order to achieve it.

Can't we allow things to evolve more gently, as we did in the past?

The past is not much of a model.

The third Earl nearly went bankrupt, the fourth only saved the estate by dying, and what would you all have done in the '90s without Lady Grantham's money?

I say, Murray.

When I asked you to say what you think, I didn't mean to be taken literally.

Must we talk in this way?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Thanks to Mr. Swire we have another chance, but we have to change our ways.

All I'm talking about is investment, increasing productivity and reducing waste.

Waste?

Yes, the estate has been run very wastefully for many years.

I won't listen to this!

Now come on, Jarvis.

If I can listen to it, so can you.

No, Lord Grantham, I can't!

Am I to stand here after 40 years of loyal service to be accused of malfeasance and corruption?!

Nothing of the sort!

My dear chap, think for a moment.

We must both see things have to move forward.

My goal is to find the way of least disruption.

Won't you stay and help me with that?

My Lord, will you give me a good reference?

Yes, of course I will.

Mr. Jarvis, if I have offended you, then I offer my sincerest apologies.

I am the old broom, Mr. Crawley.

You are the new.

I wish you luck with your sweeping.

My lord.

(door slams) (faint laughter) Mr. Carson, you'd better come.

(laughing) May I help you?

This is Mr. Branson's brother.

Can we fetch Mr. Branson, sir?

I've already sent Alfred.

Here they are now.

Kieran.

What are you doing down here?

Come upstairs.

I don't fancy it.

Can I not stay put and have me dinner down here?

But we're all so looking forward to meeting you, Mr. Branson.

If you come with us, you can see your room and get changed.

If you want to.

And what would I change into?

A pumpkin?

(stifled laughter) Come on, Tommy.

Come and eat down here.

They seem like a nice lot.

What's the matter?

Are you too grand for them now?

They know that I'm not, but my mother-in-law has been kind enough to invite you to stay and dine, and I'll not let you snub her.

Now get a move on.

I know.

You always said he would bring shame on this house.

No, Mrs. Hughes.

For once, I will hold my tongue.

I thought Mr. Branson's respect for her ladyship's invitation exemplary.

Well... "Mister" Branson's done something right for a change.

Miracles can happen.

How was it?

(groans) Pretty bad.

Jarvis has resigned.

What?

He's gone, and I'm going to have to make it all work, or I've had it.

Come here.

You'll make me untidy.

Good.

You see, I know it's right, Mary.

I believe I can make Downton safe for our children, if we ever have any.

But I can only do it if you're with me.

But what about Papa?

I do love him.

Love him, by all means.

But believe in me.

There.

Will that convince you?

Convince me again.

And don't say, "If we ever have any."

Because we will.

But it's been awhile now.

What if Mr. Carson finds out you knew all along and you never told him?

How will that look?

Surely it's for Jimmy to tell.

Supposing he's in on it?

No, he started yelling at Thomas as soon as I walked in.

Yes, I'm sure he did.

As soon as you walked in.

What if you hadn't walked in?

I'm sorry, Alfred, Mr. Carson won't tolerate these sorts of shenanigans, and he'll be furious if he finds out you knew and you said nothing.

You need to speak up.

For your own good.

(footsteps) And what exactly does this business consist of?

Automobile refurbishment.

He means car repairs.

I see.

And you would live nearby?

We've rooms over the garage.

There's a bit of a park not too far away.

Well, that's something.

I remember an evening rather like this.

We were traveling back from Scotland to London when the train was suddenly engulfed by a blizzard and we spent the night in a tradesmen's hotel in Middlesborough.

So who's coming to the christening?

All of us, I expect.

MARY: Granny?

Well, yes, if Branson... Tom wants me to.

I would be honored.

Robert, are you coming?

Tom doesn't want me there and I wouldn't know what to do.

All that crossing and bobbing up and down.

I went to a Mass once in Rome.

It was more like a gymnastic display.

(chuckling) BRANSON: I would like you to be there very much.

Why, what difference would it make?

All I know is Sybil would want you there.

She loved you with all her heart, and she would want you there.

Will you argue with that?

Not if you think it's so important.

MATTHEW: How did you get on in London?

Well, as a matter of fact, I've got an announcement to make, and now's as good a time as any.

Listen, everyone.

You have a journalist in the family.

MATTHEW: Well done.

Since we have a country solicitor and a car mechanic, it's only a matter of time.

How was the editor in the end?

Oh, nice, very nice.

So you're ready to speak out?

I think you're right, and I must.

Good.

He has broken all the fundamental laws of God and man.

Report him, as you should, and then stand back and enjoy his fall.

I don't understand.

You've placed an advertisement in a magazine to find a job for my housekeeper?

I knew you'd be against it.

Well, how would you feel if I found other work for your cook or butler?

Granny feels that for Ethel's sake she should move elsewhere.

Oh, nonsense.

She couldn't give tuppence about Ethel or anyone like her.

You've been reading those Communist newspapers again.

I don't suppose there's any beer?

Haven't you had enough?

Of course we have beer.

We must have some somewhere.

Carson?

I believe so, m'lady.

I'll fetch it.

What's the betting we'll have a chorus of "Molly Malone" before we finish?

You're the one pushing Tom into his brother's arms.

This is not what Sybil wanted for him.

She told me.

Oh, Carson.

Would you ask Mrs. Hughes to meet me in the hall, please?

Very good, m'lady.

I'll bring the beer in a moment, sir.

It isn't so bad here after all.

I don't know.

She just asked if you could go up.

I suppose I'll have to.

What's this?

They said we could go.

They'll ring when they need the car.

Mr. Carson, might I have a word?

Well, I have to take this up... Oh, very well, come with me.

Mrs. Hughes, you have always taken an interest in Ethel.

Do you think I'm wrong?

No.

While Ethel is in this village, she is doomed to be lonely.

But if, as her ladyship suggests, she can get a job far away from here... She's not a bad cook now, and with a respectable reference, which of course you can give her...

I can't get over how you've planned all this without a word to me.

Well, I knew you wouldn't agree.

I know how you hate facing facts.

I resent that.

I'm sorry, but I do.

Mrs. Crawley, I hope you don't see me as an intolerant person.

No.

Because I agree with her ladyship.

In a new place where she can start again, Ethel has far more chance of happiness than in re-enacting her own version of The Scarlet Letter in Downton.

What is The Scarlet Letter?

A novel.

By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

It sounds most unsuitable.

I'll talk to Ethel.

I don't understand what you're saying.

Thomas was doing what?

That's what I saw, Mr. Carson.

And what was James doing?

I think he was asleep, because he just woke and he got very angry... As he should have been, by God.

My auntie says he might have been faking his anger because I walked in, but it didn't look fake to me.

Well, we can always rely on your aunt to take the ungenerous view.

You will not speak of this to anyone.

Is that clear?

I don't want to hear the subject even mentioned in the servants' hall.

Very good, Mr. Carson.

The world can be a shocking place, Alfred, but you are a man now and you must learn to take it on the chin.

(door opens) Beg pardon, ma'am.

I was miles away.

That's all right.

I just wanted to let you know that I was back.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

I'm going straight to bed.

Ethel... Are you happy?

Well, I suppose I'm happy compared to what I was before.

You see, I... Never mind.

Good night.

When is Jarvis leaving?

I'm not sure.

It seems a poor return for 40 years of service.

Maybe.

But he was your father's man.

To him, you were always the young master, never the chief.

Which does not alter the fact that now we must find someone else.

But you've already found him.

What do you mean?

Well, obviously the answer to a thousand different questions is to give the position to Branson.

Tom.

Well, if he's the agent, we can call him Branson again, thank heaven.

That's a mad plan.

It's not!

Tom and Matthew can work on the new ideas together.

They're the same age.

But what does he know of farming?

His grandfather was a farmer.

In a small way.

Which means he has more practical experience than Jarvis ever had.

Think of the child.

You cannot want your only granddaughter to grow up in a garage with that drunken gorilla?

Don't we owe this to Sybil?

I'll do it on one condition.

No, two.

First, Matthew must agree.

He will.

Second, you will both admit it when you realize you were wrong.

Oh, well, that is an easy caveat to accept because I'm never wrong.

I don't need to tell you that this is a criminal offense.

We hadn't done anything.

But you were hoping to do something if Alfred hadn't come in.

It's not against the law to hope, is it?

Don't you get clever with me when you should be horsewhipped!

Do you have a defense?

Am I mistaken in any part of this?

Not really, Mr. Carson.

As for a defense, what can I say?

I was very drawn to him and I'd got the impression that he felt the same way.

I was wrong.

It seems an odd mistake to make.

When you're like me, Mr. Carson, you have to read the signs as best you can because no one dares speak out.

I do not wish to take a tour of your revolting world.

No.

So, are you saying that James is the innocent party in all this?

Yes, Mr. Carson, he is.

I will take time to consider.

We must first find out what James intends to do.

He'd be within his rights to report you to the police.

Although I'm quite sure it won't come to that.

Will you give me your word that nothing had happened?

I will, yes.

Right.

Good night.

(knocking) Mr. Barrow looks very grim-faced.

Never mind him.

Human nature's a funny business, isn't it?

Now why didn't the poets come to you, Mr. Carson?

They'd have saved themselves a lot of time and trouble.

BRANSON: What's this?

EDITH: I hope you don't mind.

PHOTOGRAPHER: If you could all form a group around the father.

Kieran.

ROBERT: Right, Mama, if you want to go next to Isobel...

It seems so strange without Sybil here.

She's watching.

I know.

I envy you.

I wish I did.

Ever so slightly, thank you so much.

You want me to take on the running of the whole estate?

It's a big job.

Think of it as a christening present from Sybil.

It's a wonderful idea, Tom.

I'm ashamed it wasn't mine.

(camera snaps) Perhaps one with the grandfather holding the baby?

And maybe the great- grandmother with him?

And what about Father Dominic, who christened her?

(clearing throat) CORA: What's the matter, Robert?

Are you afraid you'll be converted while you're not looking?

MAN: I think it's held up very well, all things considered.

Especially after all that rain.

How's the house team coming on?

Because we're taking this very seriously in the village.

Nobody takes it more seriously than his lordship, Dad.

Whatever he likes to pretend.

Mr. Bates has had his rest now and wants to get back to work.

It's time to draw a line under this whole unfortunate episode.

So I go out the window.

I cannot hide that I find your situation revolting, but whether or not you believe me, I am not entirely unsympathetic.

You have been twisted by nature into something foul, and even I can see that you did not ask for it.

I think it better that you resign quietly, citing the excuse that Mr. Bates has returned.

I will write a perfectly acceptable reference and you will find that there's nothing about it that's hard to explain.

I see.

What about tonight?

It's nearly time to change, so you should dress him tonight and let Mr. Bates take over tomorrow.

I am not foul, Mr. Carson.

I am not the same as you, but I am not foul.

Yes, well... We've spoken enough on this subject.

Now if you will excuse me, I'll ring the gong.

Come along, Miss O'Brien.

Time to stop eavesdropping and do some work.

I don't know what you... How are you getting on with the cricket team?

We should be all right.

We've still got Thomas, thank God.

Won't he be leaving soon?

Not before the match if I've got anything to do with it.

One of the gardeners told Anna their team is in terrific shape.

It's so unfair the outside staff play for the village.

Why don't you support the house and the village?

You own both.

But I'm captain of the house team.

If I were you, I'd be captain of the village.

They always win.

Not always.

Usually, but not always.

Mary, you look as if you're in a trance.

What were you doing in London?

It's worn you out.

Maybe.

I'll try and rest tomorrow.

Crikey.

I'd better go.

Before you do, a little bird tells me Mr. Carson has made up his mind to deal with Thomas after all.

Well, it's about time.

I only meant if you want to register your anger at how Thomas treated you, now is the hour.

I'm not sure.

I'm still disgusted by the whole thing, obviously.

Obviously.

But if you don't speak out, people might think you weren't disgusted at all.

Now you must excuse me.

I ought to be upstairs.

You couldn't be in better hands than Dr. Ryder's, truly.

I hope to God you're right.

Anna's worried you're getting late.

Heavens, you made me jump.

I must go.

O'Brien will scold me.

What were you talking about?

Nothing.

Women's stuff.

Your ears must have been burning earlier.

Papa was discussing the cricket match.

The village thrashed us last year.

I suppose I'll have to play.

You suppose right.

It's because of last year he's absolutely determined to win this time.

Bates must count himself lucky to be out of it.

I think he'd like to walk normally, sir, even if playing cricket was the price he had to pay.

Of course he would.

I'm so sorry, that was stupid of me.

It's quite all right, sir.

I was only joking.

MOLESLEY: Oh, there's absolutely no question that some people have a feel for it.

I think cricket's like anything else.

(exasperated sigh) When you learn it as a child, there's an understanding that's hard to come by later.

And with a father like mine, I was brought up with cricket in my blood.

Why have you never played in the match before?

How could I?

I didn't work at the house until this year, and I could hardly play for the village team.

We'll have to start a fan club, won't we?

That's kind, Ivy, but I just want to do my best for the house.

That's all the reward I seek.

Oh, your modesty is an example to us all, Mr. Molesley.

(laughing quietly) What is that you're so glued to?

This week's column.

I've got to send it off tomorrow.

What's it about?

The poor soldiers.

How many are reduced to begging on the streets, and some officers are working as dance partners in night clubs.

After the trenches, even the Embassy Club must seem an improvement.

You shouldn't make fun of them.

She's forgetting that you were in the trenches and she wasn't.

She must be 18 by now.

Little Rose, 18?

How scary.

It's quite a responsibility.

VIOLET: Well, I couldn't say no.

Her mother is my niece and my godchild, and she asked it as a special favor.

Apparently, she hates London and they can't get to Scotland until July.

Poor Shrimpie, his work keeps him nailed to his desk.

She hates London, so she's coming to a great-aunt in Yorkshire to have a good time.

How original.

Well, don't be silly, of course you will.

No, I won't.

I'd like to help, but I've never played a game of cricket in my life.

Oddly, the game was never part of my childhood.

Didn't you play last year?

No, nor the year before that.

The fact is, I've never played cricket.

But couldn't you try?

CORA: Robert!

Stop being such a bully.

Let's just have a nice dinner.

I'm afraid I've heard Mr. Carson's going to let him off.

JIMMY: What can I do about it?

Say you won't tolerate it.

Unless he's going to give him a bad reference, you're going to tell the police.

I couldn't do that... Could I?

Why not?

And won't you have to if you don't want folk to think there's something funny about you?

It's a good job that's supposed to be eaten cold.

(sighs) Are you sure about Rose?

Wouldn't it be better if she stayed here?

No, no, no.

I'm quite looking forward to it.

I couldn't manage an 18-year-old.

Not these days.

I wouldn't know what she was talking about.

My husband was a great traveler, so I have spent many happy evenings without understanding a word.

The thing is to keep smiling and never look as if you disapprove.

So Bates, I'll see you on duty tomorrow.

Good night, Barrow.

You do know I wish you every good fortune?

I believe so.

Thank you, m'lord.

To the victor the spoils.

What will you do?

Oh, what's it to you?

You're right.

It's nothing to me.

(door opens and closes) If we can buy out Simpson and Tucker, quite a chunk of the estate will be back in hand.

We'll be operating a real business.

That's why I think the cricket may have come at rather a good time.

Why?

Because you think if you get a few runs and catch someone out, Papa will accept all this gladly?

I think the cricket will show him it doesn't mean we can't keep up the old traditions as well.

And I am to help persuade him?

Of course.

You're on my team now.

You can kiss me, but that's it.

Why?

Haven't you missed me?

Desperately.

But London seems to have tired me out.

Come.

Mr. Carson, is it true Mr. Barrow's leaving?

Yes, and... For what it's worth, I think he was genuinely mistaken over the incident and he's sorry now.

Which of course is no excuse.

I want to be sure you'll give him a bad reference.

I'm sorry?

I can't let a man like that go to work in innocent people's houses.

I will write him the character I think he deserves.

Can I read it?

Certainly not.

Because I've been thinking I ought to report him to the police.

What?

It's my duty.

I know today thinking is much more liberal... Now, just a minute.

I've never been called a liberal in my life and I don't intend to start now.

But I do not believe in scandal.

Mr. Barrow will go, and when he does I would like him to go quietly.

For the sake of the house, the family, and for that matter, you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carson, but I can't stay quiet if my conscience prompts me differently.

I won't turn a blind eye to sin.

I've asked Ethel to bring us some coffee.

Oh, I'm not supposed to drink coffee.

My mother doesn't approve.

Would you like something else?

Absolutely not.

After all, she won't find out unless you tell her.

How is Lady Flintshire?

Incredibly busy.

Daddy works harder than a slave, and so she has to manage everything else by herself.

I doubt he works harder than a slave.

Cousin Isobel is very literal.

Now, I have something for you.

(door opens) ETHEL: Shall I pour, ma'am?

No, thank you, I'll do it.

These are the first answers to the advertisement.

Cousin Violet is trying to find a new job for my cook.

That sounds rather inconvenient.

Cousin Violet has never let a matter of convenience stand in the way of a principle.

As the kettle said to the pot.

(giggling) I'm to leave with no reference after working here for ten years?

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

I'll never get a job now, Mr. Carson.

Does his lordship know about this?

No.

Then I'm going to tell him.

And how would you do that without telling him the rest of it?

This wasn't Jimmy's idea.

Somebody's put him up to it.

He wouldn't be so unkind, not left to himself.

I'm almost touched that you will defend him under such circumstances.

But there it is.

Well, can I stay here for a day or two while I come up with some sort of plan?

Yes, I think I can allow that.

But that's the best I can do.

(sniffling) Thank you, Mr. Carson.

At least it doesn't smell damp.

I think it's nice.

Or it will be, when it's got a lick of paint.

I can do that.

I can.

You're not climbing any ladders.

But yes, together I think we can make it really comfy.

What do they call extreme optimism?

They call it "making the best of things," and that is what we'll do.

You being in this room is enough to make it nice.

(laughing) Come here.

(laughing) We should think of some things to do while you're here.

Edith, you should take Rose over to Whitby on Wednesday when they have their market.

She'd enjoy that.

I can't, I'm going to London on Wednesday.

Oh!

Well, could I come?

Oh, but you've only just got here.

I thought you hated London.

Who told you that?

Susan.

Oh, darling Mummy.

Well, should I correct her?

Oh, no.

She's right, really, but...

I'm planning a surprise for her and I need to go to London to arrange it.

You won't give me away, will you?

Won't you stay with your parents?

I can't.

That would spoil everything.

You can stay with me.

Aunt Rosamund won't mind, and there's plenty of room.

I don't even know why you're going.

To see my editor.

To discuss my article.

I think I might come up with you to London.

I'll ring the office in the morning.

I can stay at my club.

Don't do that.

Aunt Rosamund would love to have you.

And I suspect I'll need help controlling Rose.

Why do you say that?

I'm not sure.

Instinct.

But when your mother finds out, will she mind?

No, she'll be delighted and so grateful to all of you for helping with my secret.

Besides, with Edith as my chaperone, what harm can I come to?

But how can I help?

If our plan works, we'll be farming a third of the estate directly.

And you can manage that?

We think so, but we need you to think so too, because Lord Grantham definitely won't.

Are you drawing up the battle lines?

Poor Robert.

The post-war world is not being kind to him.

How are you getting on with the agent's house?

I hope Jarvis didn't leave it a wreck.

No, not at all.

But the furniture was his, so I'll have to begin in a state of Trappist simplicity.

Well, I'm sure there's some stuff in the attics here.

We'll have a look.

But what about Sybbie?

Won't it be lonely for her with just you and Nanny and nobody else for company?

I think it's right for both of us.

(door opens) (sobbing) Mr. Barrow?

What in heaven's name are you doing out here?

I know you're leaving, but things can't be as black as all that.

You're trained now.

You can apply for a position as a butler.

You don't know everything, then.

Then will you tell me everything?

I'm afraid if I do, Mrs. Hughes, that it will shock and disgust you.

Shock and disgust?

My, my.

I think I have to hear it now.

Come on.

Lady Grantham-- the Dowager, that is-- has been concerned that your history here has left you lonely.

She's kind to concern herself.

It's not just that.

She believes that you've made this house a local topic of unwelcome conversation.

Ah.

So she has placed an advertisement for you, and she's got some replies.

The point is, you would go to your new position with references from me and from Mrs. Hughes, and you would not have to refer to your earlier life.

In effect, you'd be washed clean.

Yes?

Is the new maid working out?

No, not really.

I don't think she'll stay.

I miss Anna.

What do you call her now she's your maid?

Anna, I'm afraid.

I can't very well call her Bates.

No.

What's this about?

Well... You know Matthew wants to come with you to London.

Why shouldn't he?

I just need to check which train you're planning to come back on.

The 3:00 on Thursday.

Why?

Can you promise not to let him catch an earlier one?

Of course not.

What reason would I give?

You can think of something.

Please.

Oh, all right.

But why is everything always so complicated?

(door opens) We'll talk about it when Matthew gets back from London.

Can't I even have a clue?

He should tell you, it's his idea.

God, it sounds ominous.

What does?

Matthew has some ghastly scheme for the estate and Tom's too frightened to say what it is.

I need a drink.

You cannot allow him to blackmail you like this.

And before you ask, Thomas has told me the whole story.

I am only sorry you had to listen to such horrors.

Why?

Do you think Thomas is the first man of that sort that I've ever come across?

I would hope so.

Well, he isn't.

And I'll tell you something else.

I think James may have led him on.

What?!

Oh, I cannot listen to such allegations.

Calm down.

I don't mean deliberately.

But he's a vain and silly flirt.

He may have given Thomas the wrong impression without meaning to.

I can hardly believe we are having this conversation.

Maybe not, but I won't sit by and let that young whippersnapper ruin a man for the rest of his life.

Not a man who was wounded in the service of King and Country.

We may have no choice.

These practices, with which you are apparently so familiar, are against the law.

I know that.

Very well, then.

If we stand up to James and he goes to the police, it will only put Thomas in prison, which he will not thank you for.

Inspecting the love nest?

Just fetching some coal.

I envy you.

Whatever you say.

No, I mean it.

The happy couple, and everyone so pleased for you.

I can't imagine what that's like.

Perhaps you should try being nicer.

It's being nice that got me into trouble.

What do you mean?

Never mind.

I'll be gone soon, and out your hair.

You'll be glad of that.

Yes, I will be.

I assume I can count on you, Mr. Molesley?

Oh, I'll say.

There's not much I don't know about cricket.

You make me quite nervous.

So with you, me, James, Alfred, both you hall boys, that makes six from down here.

I can't play, Mr. Carson, but I can keep score.

Good, very good.

So with his lordship, Mr. Crawley and "Mr." Branson, we're already ten.

What about you, Mr. Barrow?

I think I'll be gone by then.

Yes, you will.

Where's Mary?

I was looking for her, but Anna said she'd gone out.

She's away for the night.

She'll be back tomorrow.

Oh?

Cora, is everything as it should be between them?

Between Mary and Matthew?

Oh... yes, I think so.

Why do you ask?

Oh, I find I'm rather impatient to get the succession settled.

Robert, it's still early days.

Luncheon is served, m'lady.

Is it just us?

Yes.

Tom is on the other side of the estate, so he said he'd eat in a pub.

He's hiding from me until Matthew has told me the worst.

Probably.

CARSON: May I take the opportunity to bring your lordship up to date with the team?

Are we in good shape?

I reckon that with three family players and seven from downstairs, we're only one short.

Two short.

Branson won't play.

Mr. Branson is busy at the moment.

Is he, m'lady?

Might I point out that we're all busy, but we still find time to support the honor of the house.

Yes.

But that is not the right road to travel, Carson, if we want to remain in her ladyship's good graces.

Now, I know you're here because you all have lots of things to do, so just run about and do them.

EDITH: I'll go up and change.

But I thought we'd all have dinner together, and then we can have a proper catch-up.

If that's what you'd like, but please don't let me be a nuisance.

We could always just...

I insist.

A good family gossip will be my payment in kind.

Then of course we'd be delighted.

Good.

We dine at half past eight.

Hello, operator.

Number, please?

Knightsbridge 4056.

(door closes) I've been through those replies to her ladyship's advertisement, and I don't think there's one where I should be happier than here.

That's very flattering.

There was a nice letter from a Mrs. Watson.

But it was near Cheadle.

Cheadle's very close to where Mr. and Mrs. Bryant live.

Oh, I see.

And you feel that would defeat the purpose, if the goal is to leave your past behind you?

Don't you, ma'am?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

It's a pity if it was the only one that was appealing.

So it looks as if I'll be staying on.

I'm sorry if it makes trouble between you and the Dowager.

Oh, don't worry about that.

If you had gone, she'd have found some other bone for us to fight over.

You look very pretty today.

I'm not sure how professional it is of me to point that out.

Well, it's jolly nice of you.

So, uh, business.

Now, I've read your piece.

Of course, the plight of ex-soldiers is not an obvious topic for a woman's column.

I know it isn't very feminine, but I felt so strongly about it, I thought it was worth a try.

No, no, you misunderstand me.

I like the idea of a woman taking a position on a man's subject.

And I was going to say, don't be afraid of being serious when it feels right.

Really?

Really.

No, no, I think we're on to something new here.

The mature female voice in debate.

I don't like the sound of "mature."

No, um...

Balanced?

Yes.

Let's go with "balanced."

(laughing) Are you in town tonight and by any chance looking for something to do?

I am, but sadly I'm spoken for.

It's a pity.

But you will let me know when you're up in London again?

But why are you bothering with Thomas?

He's going.

Good riddance.

I don't know.

Something he said.

I feel funny taking his job.

You haven't taken his job.

He filled in for you while you were away, that's all.

Mmm.

I might ask Mrs. Hughes.

She usually knows what's going on.

Oh... (laughing) Which is more than you do.

Taxi!

Warwick Square, please.

(car honking) Now I understand.

You're not too shocked, then?

No.

But why is Mr. Carson?

It's not as if none of us knew.

I think the point is we didn't know officially.

That's what Mr. Carson finds hard.

He can't avoid the subject any longer because it's lying there on the mat.

And he can't stand up to Jimmy?

He says he's powerless.

And it's true we won't help Thomas by putting him in prison.

I wouldn't wish that on any man.

Hah.

Imagine me feeling sorry for Thomas.

Life is full of surprises.

You don't think we should have waited?

No.

Why should your delicious dinner be spoiled just because Rose has forgotten the time?

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have let her out of my sight.

Nonsense.

You had stuff to see to.

ROSAMUND: Talking of which, how did you get on today with your editor?

Oh.

Quite well, I think.

How about you, Matthew?

I was only running errands.

My main thing is tomorrow.

HOUSEMAID (in distance): Tell her ladyship... Mead, what is it?

Come on.

This is the driver who took up Lady Rose from outside the house, m'lady.

I came back because she left a scarf in the back of my cab.

How very good of you.

Go on.

Tell them why they sent you up to the dining room.

I know where she is, ma'am.

Your maid downstairs said you might like to hear.

Then she was right.

Where did she go?

First to Warwick Square.

To pick up a... friend.

And then you took her on somewhere?

Eventually.

I was sat outside for the best part of two hours.

How very expensive.

When they came out, they said they wanted to go to a club.

The Blue Dragon on Greek Street.

And what sort of club is that?

Well... You know.

That's the point.

I don't.

(playing jazz tune) (laughing) (giggling) This is like the outer circle from Dante's Inferno.

The outer circle?

EDITH: There she is.

Heavens, what a transformation.

And that, presumably, is the friend she spent two hours with in Warwick Square.

MATTHEW: Let's not start down that track.

(music ends) (applause) Oh, my g... How on earth did you find me?

How do you do?

I am a cousin of Rose's mother.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

This is Terence Margadale.

Well, how do you do?

Please sit down.

Can you bring some more glasses?

Tell me, where is Mrs. Margadale?

She's in the country at the... (laughing nervously) Um...

Uh, Terence used to work for Daddy, so he's more of a family friend, really.

EDITH: Oh, so Cousin Shrimpie will be pleased to hear about him, will he?

No, please... Why don't we dance?

MUSICIAN: Ladies and gentlemen, another song for you.

(music starts) MATTHEW: Now, look.

I think I can just about get Rosamund and Edith to keep their mouths shut if you come back with us now and have nothing more to do with this man, at least not until you are out of our charge.

But you know, he's...

He's terribly unhappy, and it's not his fault at all.

His wife is absolutely horrid... Married men who wish to seduce young women always have horrid wives.

I suggest you meet Mrs. Margadale before you come to any final conclusions.

You're wrong.

He's in love with me.

He wants to marry me just as soon as he can get a divorce.

And when will that be?

Well, you see, it's terribly difficult...

Yes, I thought it might be.

Now are you going to accept my conditions, or do I throw you to Lady Rosamund?

Why are you helping me?

I'm on the side of the downtrodden.

MATTHEW: Excuse me.

I rather like Warwick Square.

Sort of Belgravia without the bustle.

We haven't been there very long.

Rose is feeling rather tired, so we're leaving.

Would you at least stay for a... Well, no, no, I'm...

I'm glad she's staying, but one forgets about parenthood.

The "on and on"-ness of it.

Were you a very involved mother with Robert and Rosamund?

Does it surprise you?

A bit.

I'd imagined them surrounded by nannies and governesses, being starched and ironed to spend an hour with you after tea.

Yes, but it was an hour every day.

I see, yes.

How tiring.

After the money turned up from Mr. Swire, things went back to normal.

(knocking) Mr. Carson, may I have a word?

I'll leave you.

Just... Well?

When's Mr. Barrow leaving?

I'm not sure.

He's lost his job.

Why can't he just go?

I find it very awkward.

He made a mistake.

You're still in one piece.

Why do you have to be such a big girl's blouse about it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Carson, but I won't change my mind.

I suppose you know who's put him up to this, Mr. Carson?

That Mr. Bates is gobby, isn't he?

Why do you say that?

Well, everyone used to talk about him as if he could walk on water, but he's got a mouth on him.

What did he say?

He was sticking up for Mr. Barrow.

Is this because of Mr. Carson not giving him a reference?

I don't think it's right, do you?

Yes, I bloody well do think it's right!

You know nothing about it.

What's happened?

What did I say?

I shouldn't get involved, dear.

If you'll take my advice, I should stay out of it.

VIOLET: Tell me, has there been any progress with Ethel?

No.

I'm sorry to disappoint you, but she doesn't want to go.

Not one of them was right?

One.

A Mrs. Watson.

But the house was near where the Bryants live, and to be honest, I suspect that was the reason.

A chance to see little Charlie from time to time.

Well, I can't blame her for that.

Of course not.

But the Bryants would be bound to find out, which would only lead to more heartbreak.

I'll write to you as soon as I hear, but it's extremely unlikely there is anything wrong at all.

This may prove an expensive journey for you.

May I ask you a question, Dr. Ryder?

Has my wife been to see you?

I'm not aware of treating a Mrs. Crawley, but even if I had, I could not possibly comment on it.

Of course.

It's only...

I can't bear to think of her being worried when I know very well that if anyone's to blame, it's me.

I'm not sure blame is a very useful concept in this area.

Please believe me that probability and logic indicate a Crawley baby yowling in its crib before too long.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Mrs. Levinson for Dr. Ryder.

You see?

How I turn it, first this way... and now that?

Alfred, what's the matter?

I'm not easy about this business with Mr. Barrow.

Well, why not take a turn with Mr. Molesley's bat?

That'll put a smile on your face.

Is... Mr. Carson really not giving Mr. Barrow a reference?

IVY: What will he do if he hasn't got a reference?

Well, he could always go abroad.

He might do well in America, Mr. Barrow.

DAISY: Seems a bit drastic.

Why should he go abroad?

Keep your nose out of it.

IVY: Why won't someone tell us what's going on?

Because you wouldn't understand it.

I very much hope.

This should buck you up.

Why did you go without saying?

When I knew all along it was me.

You know nothing of the sort.

In fact, it was me.

What do you mean?

There was something wrong.

With... Actually, I can't talk about this sort of thing.

Even to you.

You sound like Robert.

Well, I am his daughter.

The fact is, it meant a small operation.

What?

It's all right.

It was weeks ago.

That's why I've been keeping you at arm's length.

(sighs with relief) I thought you'd gone off me.

Anyway, today was just to see if all is well, and he says it is.

He says I'm to get in touch with him in six months' time, but that I'll be pregnant before then.

So... now we can start making babies.

I feel very guilty not telling Susan about last night.

Mummy wouldn't understand.

Nor do I.

What were you thinking?!

A respectable, well-born young woman going out with a married man?

MATTHEW: Rose knows that it all depends on her behavior for the rest of her stay.

One false step and I shall personally telephone Lady Flintshire.

Very well.

But I don't approve.

(sighs) (engine stops) EDITH: Rose, you have obviously read too many novels about young women admired for their feistiness.

Do you think they will keep quiet?

I expect so, as long as you stick to your side of the bargain.

Even Cousin Rosamund?

She didn't like being made to keep the secret.

EDITH: Probably because she knows that Granny would be furious.

Why didn't Carson tell me?

He's the one who's being undermined.

It's a very difficult subject for him to discuss.

I can imagine.

But it's not as if we didn't all know.

About Barrow.

That's what I said to Mrs. Hughes.

I mean, if I'd shouted blue murder every time someone tried to kiss me at Eton, I'd have gone hoarse in a month.

What a tiresome fellow.

It's not the boy's fault, m'lord.

He's been whipped up, told if he doesn't see it through, we'll all suspect him of batting for the same team.

Crikey.

But who'd do that?

Who's got it in for Barrow?

Miss O'Brien.

O'Brien?

I thought they were as thick as thieves.

Not now, m'lord.

Now, I've spoken to your mother.

She has a new plan for when you leave here.

Aren't I going back to London?

Oh, no, no.

It's so horrid and dusty.

What is Mummy's plan?

They're opening Duneagle early.

You're to go there.

On my own?

No.

Your Aunt Agatha will keep you company.

Alone in Scotland with Aunt Agatha?

She can't be serious!

I know, I know, Lady Agatha isn't much of a party person, I admit.

This is all because I went up to London to see Terence, isn't it?

How did she find out?

Who gave me away?

I don't know who Terence is.

Of course, it's not your fault, Aunt Violet.

But they promised!

Don't shoot the messenger, my dear.

I'm only relaying your mother's orders.

You're to stay for the cricket match and head north the next day.

Perhaps I'll run away.

Not this time.

My maid will travel with you so you have someone to talk to on the journey.

I won't be held a prisoner forever.

No, one day you will be older and out of our power.

But not yet.

Prison's changed you.

There was a time when nothing was too bad for me, as far as you were concerned.

Prison has changed me.

You do know Miss O'Brien is behind it.

I knew someone was.

Jimmy'd never think of it for himself.

Doesn't it bother you that she'll get away with it?

Not really.

Without a reference after ten years here, you'll never work again.

Not in England.

But elsewhere, maybe.

I've a cousin in Bombay.

I might go there.

I like the sun.

There must be something you know about Miss O'Brien you can use against her.

You've heard of the phrase, "To know when you're beaten"?

Well, I'm beaten, Mr. Bates.

I am well and truly beaten.

Then give me the weapon and I'll do the work.

What can I say that will make her change her mind?

It is not how we do things!

Many of the farmers' families have been at Downton for as long as we have.

But we need to see more profits from the farms.

Here we go!

Profit, profit, profit!

We cannot go forward with no income.

ROBERT: But why not tackle it gradually?

Perhaps buy some time by investing your capital.

I hear of schemes every day that'll double whatever's put into them or treble it or more.

Many schemes offer high rewards, very few deliver them.

There's a chap in America, what's his name, Charles Ponzi, who offers a huge return after 90 days.

Now, Harry Stoke has gone in with a bundle... Then Harry Stoke, whoever he is, is a fool!

But if I could find out... Robert, the last time you took an interest in investment you ruined the family!

Now, look here!

Robert's been captain of this ship long enough to be entitled to some respect!

He didn't mean to be disrespectful.

He does a marvelous impression of it.

BRANSON: We are giving the farmers a choice, that's all.

If they want to sell, the larger units will let us meet the challenges of the modern world.

We need to build something that will last, Papa, not stand by and watch it crumble into dust.

What about the tenants?

What about the men and women who put their trust in us?

Is this fair to them?

I don't believe so.

But isn't the most important thing, for them or us, to maintain Downton as a source of employment?

So you're against me, too.

It seems to me your plan adds up to carrying on as if nothing's changed, to spend Matthew's money keeping up the illusion.

Then when we've fallen into a bottomless pit of debt, we'll sell up and go.

So yes, I believe Matthew is right.

I see.

You seem to be agreed there's no place for me in all this.

So obviously it's time for me to take a back seat.

EDITH: Hello, is that The Daily Telegraph information desk?

(groans) Yes, how can I help you?

I want to find out about a London editor.

And who is that?

Michael Gregson of The Sketch.

What would you like to know?

Just some general stuff.

His education, what he's done since then.

Yes.

And a little about his private life.

One moment, please.

But why here?

I don't like the idea of her being our first visitor.

I want to be away from the others.

I don't know why you're doing this.

You don't even like Thomas.

Because I know what it is to feel powerless.

To see your life slide away and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Quite the orator.

Have you thought about standing for Parliament?

(knock at door) Oh, yes.

Very nice.

It'll be even better with a bit of money spent on it.

Can I get you some tea?

If I'm staying long enough.

I don't know what it is Mr. Bates wants to see me about.

You'll have time for tea.

Will that be all, ma'am?

There is one thing.

There was a letter delivered by hand this afternoon.

It's from the Dowager.

She wants us to call on her in the morning.

But why would she want me?

No doubt we will find out in the morning.

Well, I am surprised to find that you're a fan of Mr. Oscar Wilde.

You've known about Mr. Barrow all along, so what's changed now?

Perhaps I've come to my senses.

You mean you've found a way to be even nastier than usual.

Oh, get back in the knife box, Miss Sharp.

I want you to persuade Jimmy to let Mr. Barrow have a reference, so when he leaves here he can start again.

Why would Jimmy listen to me?

I won't do it.

I think you will.

(whispering) I'm going.

Sort it out by this evening.

Or?

Or you'll find your secret is no longer safe with me.

I'm just saying I think you've made your point.

To let it go now would be the gentlemanly thing to do.

You said that if I let it go, they'd think I was up to the same thing.

That I wasn't a proper man.

If you'd done nothing, yes.

But this way you'll come across as merciful and not vindictive, do you see?

I never wanted to push it this far.

Then you'll be glad to stop it.

You're sure I won't be made to look a fool?

Far from it.

I think they'll hold you higher in their estimation.

Ah, James.

Upstairs, please.

May I have a word with you please, Mr. Carson, before we go up?

But why London?

You've only just got back.

I've had some bad news, that's all.

What sort of bad news?

MATTHEW: Never mind.

It's not our business.

How's the cricket team coming along?

We're still two short.

And you're still determined not to play?

It's not that I won't play.

I can't play, I don't know how.

CORA: Stop twisting his arm.

Any news on the move, Tom?

We're going to miss you both so much.

EDITH: You told Matthew not to twist his arm and now you're doing exactly the same thing.

I just think children are happier in families.

I'm sorry, but I do.

Well, I'm glad that's settled.

But I suppose Barrow will have to go?

M'lord?

He's so good at cricket.

I know we were soundly beaten last year, but he did get most of our runs.

I thought we just wanted him to have a reference so he could find work when he leaves.

I know, but now that I think about it, Carson ought to insist that he stays on.

He needs to re-establish his authority over James.

Couldn't Mr. Barrow just stay 'til after the match, m'lord?

And then go?

That seems rather unkind.

Wouldn't we be using him?

He might not want to stay, m'lord, after the unpleasantness.

I think he will.

But don't forget the cricket.

I won't, m'lord.

See how my grip is firm but tender?

Cherish the ball, don't crush it.

Right, Gabriel... Is it true you've given in and let Mr. Barrow get away with it?

It was dragging on and on.

At least this way, we'll be rid of him.

I heard his lordship wants him to stay for the cricket match.

And even if he does, it won't be for much longer.

Then he'll get his reference and go.

Good riddance.

I'm going over to Windmill Farm to see what we can do with the outbuildings.

Would you like to come with me?

I'm sure you can manage on your own.

Aren't you going?

I'll meet him there later.

He's putting a good face on it, but you know he wants you with him on this.

More than anything.

I should not serve him well.

I don't have the instincts for what he wants to do.

You mean you're not a tradesman.

Your word, not mine.

Shall I tell you how I look at it?

Every man or woman who marries into this house, every child born into it, has to put their gifts at the family's disposal.

I'm a hard worker and I have some knowledge of the land.

Matthew knows the law and the nature of business.

Which I do not.

You understand the responsibilities we owe to the people round here, those who work for the estate and those that don't.

It seems to me if we could manage to pool all of that, if we each do what we can do, then Downton has a real chance.

You are very eloquent.

You are a good spokesman for Matthew's vision.

Better than he has been, recently.

So you'll give us your backing?

I'll think about it.

On one condition.

You play cricket for the house.

You said it yourself: we all have to do what we can do.

For God's sake.

If it means that much to you.

Oh!

You didn't expect to find me here.

No.

I thought the only person who could tell us with any accuracy the Bryants' response to Ethel's working nearby were the Bryants themselves.

Lady Grantham wrote to me, explaining your wish.

Well, it was only that Mrs. Watson had answered the advertisement...

I know the circumstances.

Just as I know that you would like to see how Charlie's getting on.

As it happens, I've been uncomfortable about keeping a mother from her son.

And although I would not want to confuse him until he's much older, if then... You wouldn't have to confuse him.

I've already worked it out.

I'm his old nanny who was employed by you when he was first born.

But what about when he talks about you to Mr. Bryant?

You will please leave Mr. Bryant to me.

Now Ethel, you must write to Mrs. Watson today and get it settled.

And I'll be able to see Charlie.

It won't be easy.

It'll be easier than not seeing him.

Very much easier.

And if Mr. Barrow is to stay on, what would he be?

My valet?

You can make him under butler.

Then your dinners will be grand enough for Chu Chin Chow, and he can apply to be a butler when he does leave.

But that would make him my superior.

I don't know.

Under butler, head valet.

There's not much in it.

MRS. HUGHES: The question remains.

How do we convince James?

Well, it's his lordship who wants Mr. Barrow to stay on, so I think his lordship can bring it about.

Is this worth it?

I've no time to learn anything.

Shouldn't I just trust to beginner's luck?

Certainly not.

I want you to profit from my skills in gratitude for bringing Robert round.

Not completely.

Not yet.

Elbow up.

You won't make a gentleman of me, you know.

You can teach me to fish, to ride and to shoot, but I'll still be an Irish Mick in my heart.

So I should hope.

There!

See?

You're getting the hang of it.

EDITH: I'm sorry if this is inconvenient.

It's unexpected, not inconvenient.

I suppose I'd better just say it.

Please do.

I had the impression on my last visit that you were flirting, giving signs that you found me attractive.

If I am wrong, then I apologize.

You're not wrong.

But since then, I have discovered that you are in fact married.

Yes.

I'm afraid I find the idea of a married man flirting with me wholly repugnant, so you'll see I must hand in my resignation at once.

No, it's true I am married, but I hope you will allow me to explain.

Explain what?

I am familiar with the institution of marriage.

Yes.

But not with this one.

My wife is in an asylum, and she has been for some years.

Lizzie was a wonderful person and I loved her very much.

It took me a long time to accept that the woman I knew was gone and wouldn't be coming back.

Then why haven't you got a divorce?

I can't.

A lunatic is not deemed responsible.

She's neither the guilty nor the innocent party.

It means that I'm... tied for the rest of my life to a... a mad woman... who doesn't even know me.

I can't begin to tell you how much it cheers me to read your column and... and to meet when we do.

I hope very much you'll consider staying on.

Heads.

(applause) Yes!

I'm glad everything's settled with Ethel.

But I trust you can find another cook without too much difficulty.

Preferably one with a blameless record so my house ceases to be a topic of gossip, which is really what this is all about.

Oh, if Ethel wants to be part of her son's life, even a little part, who are we to stand in her way?

Of course, if you had had to sell Charlie to the butcher to be chopped up as stew to achieve the same ends, you would have done so.

Happily, it was not needed.

(shouting) (cheers and applause) Well shot, sir.

Well played, Barrow.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

Excellent innings.

I thought I was helping him get out of our lives for good.

Now he ranks higher than I do.

I've been a damn fool.

By the way, what was that phrase he gave you to say to Miss O'Brien?

You can tell me now, surely?

If you keep it under your hat.

It was, "Her ladyship's soap."

What?

I can't make any sense of it either, but that's what he said.

"Her ladyship's soap."

And it worked.

It's down to you, Molesley.

Last man in.

We're in good shape, thanks to Barrow, but we could do with a bonus.

Don't worry about me, m'lord.

I'll show them a thing or two.

That's the spirit.

Well done, Papa.

Well, I did my best.

We'll just have to hope it's enough.

Anna says we are to expect great things of Molesley.

Ah.

Out!

Well bowled.

As usual, our expectations are disappointed.

Let's have some tea.

Who gave me away?

Was it you?

Certainly not.

Because in case you don't know, I'm being sent north tomorrow with a monster for a jailer!

Well, what did she expect, carrying on with a married man as if her home were in a tree?

Granny, who told you?

How could you have done that after you promised?

But Mama said you told her!

I just filled in the details.

I never said a word.

Have you tricked me, Mama?

Tricked?

I am not a conjuror.

I only did what was necessary to preserve the honor of the family.

In other words, you tricked me.

James.

You put up a very good show out there.

Well done.

Thank you, m'lord.

As a matter of fact, I wanted to thank you for your generosity with Barrow.

Letting him stay on shows a real largeness of spirit.

Stay on?

Mr. Barrow's staying on?

As under butler.

I was given the impression you'd allowed it.

I allowed him to have a decent reference for when he left.

But you won't mind too much, will you?

Oh, and by the way, congratulations on your appointment as first footman.

What?

Thank you, m'lord.

Very much.

Lord Grantham, I believe?

The same.

We're looking for a Mr. Alfred Nugent, m'lord.

And you are?

Inspector Stanford and Sergeant Brand, York Police.

Alfred can't have got into trouble with the police?

That's not possible.

He's made a complaint concerning a Mr. Thomas Barrow making an assault of a criminal nature on another of your employees.

That is a very serious allegation.

It is, m'lord.

Serious enough to bring us here to interrupt your cricket match.

If you'd like to point out the young gentleman?

He's over...

I'll fetch him.

We'll go...

I think it's better if you leave it to his lordship.

I'm sure he can get to the bottom of it.

But I know what I saw, m'lord, and it weren't right.

I am not asking you to abandon your beliefs, Alfred.

Just to introduce a little kindness into the equation.

Am I not to stand up against evil?

Evil?

Thomas does not choose to be the way he is, and what harm was done, really, that his life should be destroyed for it?

Well... Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Are you without sin, Alfred?

For I am certainly not.

Sorry about your son, Mr. Molesley.

Don't be.

He talked such a lovely game.

He could always talk a good game of cricket.

He just couldn't play it.

Just as I thought.

There's been a mix-up.

Alfred here witnessed some rough-housing between two of the staff and misinterpreted it.

But why did you make the telephone call without checking your facts?

I'm very much afraid to say he was a bit squiffy, weren't you, Alfred?

I made the call before I knew what I were doing.

I'd been at the cider.

You what?

Oh, I think we can overlook it this once, don't you, Carson?

ROBERT: So you see, I'm afraid there's really nothing to investigate.

I am terribly sorry to have wasted your time.

Would you care to have some tea?

No, thank you, Lord Grantham.

I think we've got the measure of it.

Good luck with your match.

Where's Nanny?

MARY: Gone to get some baby paraphernalia.

Shall I tell her you're looking for her?

No.

No, I'll be here anyway.

You're very good to play.

I don't know why I made such a fuss about it.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

If I were to say I'd live with you while Sybbie's little, and that we wouldn't move out until she's older, would you mind?

I should be delighted.

And I know it's what Sybil would want.

I think you're right.

Tom says Robert's ready to get behind the plan.

I'm glad.

So we'll be building a new kingdom while we make our little prince.

I'm looking forward to both enormously.

CLARKSON: Right, gentlemen!

Time's up!

We're about to start again.

I hope I can count on you not to laugh when I drop the ball.

You can always count on me.

I know that.

I didn't think it was possible to love as much as I love you.

ROBERT: Matthew, hurry up!

You're keeping everyone waiting!

I've got to go.

Of course you have.

Tom seems to think you might be coming round.

He's brought me round, more like.

But yes, all right.

Let's give it a go and see what the future brings.

Thank you.

Catch it!

(cheering) (chuckling) Great stuff.

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