All language subtitles for Downton Abbey (2019) (1080p BluRay x265 10bit Tigole)

- Here you go.
- Got it!

All aboard!

All aboard!

- Morning.
- Special one today.

Blimey.

What have you got there?

Wouldn't you like to know?

Just arrived, milord.

There's one from Buckingham Palace.

Heavens.

Need some help
with settling in the new pigs.

But we really need to cut back
until the farms repay the investment.

And we must make a plan for the roof.

Well, this won't help us to economize.

What is it?

The king and queen are coming to stay.

What? During their Yorkshire tour?

That's it. Just for a night.

They'll spend one night at Downton
and then go on to Harewood for a ball.

While they're here,

there's to be a parade
of the Yorkshire Hussars in the village.

Is there any chance Henry might be back?

Well, I doubt it. I'll send a telegram.

But there's a motor show in Chicago
that I know he cannot chuck.

Tom, you're keeping
your enthusiasm under control.

Is this the Irish patriot
making a reappearance?

I know you find my opinions
highly entertaining.

I suppose they'll send people to check
that Mrs. Patmore isn't a Russian spy.

Will you tell them downstairs, Barrow?
I'll see to Her Ladyship.

Yes, milord.

A royal luncheon, a parade and a dinner?

I'm going to have to sit down.

- What about Mr. Branson?
- What about him?

Well, he's a republican, isn't he?

Should Mr. Carson look in,

no one is to say that word
in front of him.

I agree with Mr. Branson.
I don't like kings either.

I suppose that makes me
a republican too.

Are the English allowed to be?

Two weeks to get ready? Golly.

It's quite an honor.

It is. But if I know anything
about royal visits,

we will never stop changing our clothes.

I've just been on a buying spree,
which is good.

Madame Handley-Seymour
is making me a ball dress.

- So I'll get her to hurry it up.
- Have her send it here.

- How are things otherwise?
- Oh, you know.

I've got a luncheon for 30 today
in aid of the lifeboats.

Or is that tomorrow?

Anyway, it's in aid of something.

Sounds like business as usual.

I'll see you soon, darling.

You know I can bring back
as many vegetables as we could eat.

I like to keep busy.

How have they taken the news
up at the house?

Daisy's singing "The Marseillaise."
So no surprises there.

What's the matter?
I thought you'd be pleased.

I am pleased.

The visit is a great honor.

But members of the royal and imperial
household are coming to Downton

who will have visited
the greatest houses in the land.

Blenheim, Chatsworth, Arundel.

Does Mr. Barrow know what he's taking on?

Why should it affect you?

You're not in charge anymore.

Now come in for your lunch
and let me get back.

All right, sir. Here we are.

This will do very well. Thank you.

The Lady Bagshaw, Your Majesty.

Good.

We'll go to the 1844 Room
as soon as they're here.

Do sit down.

I've just received the plan
for the tour of Yorkshire, ma'am.

Yes. It's just been finalized.

I think we'll enjoy it.

I didn't realize we would be
staying at Downton Abbey.

Only for a night.

There's to be a parade and a dinner

and then we go on
to Princess Mary at Harewood.

I just wondered if I might, perhaps,
go straight to Harewood.

Lord Grantham is my cousin

and the two families have... fallen out.

Or at least we might
if I were there in person.

And what would cause this quarrel?

Lord Grantham's mother
believes her son should be my heir.

Old Lady Grantham
can be very hard to resist,

as I am well aware.

Exactly, ma'am.

But surely they need to know
if their hopes are to be disappointed.

I wish I knew
if they like simple food or fancy.

I can't think they'll want simple food.

With that sort, don't they like sauces
and everything velouté

and frappé and smothered in cream?

"That sort"?
He's the king of England!

There's only one of them in the world.
"That sort" indeed!

Don't plan too much.
Not until we know what's expected.

Well, I know what's expected
of me... food.

You too, Daisy.
So less philosophy, more elbow grease.

- Is the pudding ready?
- It is.

Daisy, take the soufflés out of the oven
while I find me specs.

This country needs a shake-up.

You should run for Parliament.

Why not? Lady Astor's done it.

And so an under-cook from Yorkshire
is bound to follow her.

- Well, you've got to have big dreams.
- But do you have big dreams, Andy?

- I've not offended you, have I?
- Why do you say that?

For a start, you never talk
about the wedding anymore.

We'll get wed when we're good and ready
and not before.

But, you see, I am ready.

Take those up before they collapse.

Maud Bagshaw is coming to Downton?

Yes, as the queen's lady-in-waiting.

Oh, my goodness.

Why so surprised? Who is she?

Well, she's a cousin of your father's.

We'll discuss it later.

You're not to make things awkward.

How's it all going?

Mary's got it under control.

Hardly.
There's so much to do.

Who were those men measuring
on the green as we came past?

They're building the dais
for the queen at the parade.

- How exciting.
- Seems rather a waste of money.

Here we go.

Isn't that what the monarchy's for?

To brighten the lives of the nation
with stateliness and glamour?

To quote Tennyson,

"Kind hearts are more than coronets,
And simple faith than Norman blood."

Will you have enough clichés
to get you through the visit?

If not, I'll come to you.

Thank you, Barrow.

And now, you were going
to tell us about Lady Bagshaw.

Is she a very distant cousin?

No. Her father was my great-uncle.

Then why have I
never heard of her?

Because she chose
to cut herself off from the family.

- Do you know the reason?
- Maybe.

See, I believe she means to cheat
your father of his rightful inheritance.

She has no children.

Your father is her nearest relation.

I won't have her put on the spot.

You're plotting something.
I see a Machiavellian look in your eye.

Machiavelli is frequently underrated.

He had many qualities.

So did Caligula, not all of them charming.

What are you up to, Granny?

Well, ideally,

I would like Maud to see your father
as the son she never had.

Will she be the mother I never had?

Sarcasm is the lowest form of wit.

Oh, hello.

Mr. Molesley,
it's very late for you to be out.

Is it true?

Is what true, Mr. Molesley?

Mr. Bakewell said that you'd warned him
that there was to be a royal visit.

Well, now I know
who not to trust with a secret.

That we should deserve such honor!

Not you too.
I am disappointed.

Ignore her.

I wonder, do you think I might be allowed
to slip on my livery again?

Would the school let you?

They'll give me time for this, I promise.

Let's wait till we know our orders.

What about it, Mr. Barrow?

Will you let me
wait upon my king and queen?

Uh, well...

That's us.

Good night, Mr. Molesley.

When we're done,
shall I fetch Johnny, or will you?

I can fetch him.

How exciting.

- Thank you.
- They're all mental.

All this fuss for a man and woman
we don't even know.

Never mind that.
I wanted to tell you.

I've had some ideas
about what to serve at your wedding.

Stop going on about my wedding.

We've only a few days left,
so I spoke to Her Ladyship

and she's agreed our normal rules
should be suspended.

We won't clean a room
if a family member is using it,

but otherwise,
all restrictions are lifted.

No detail should be left undone,
however small.

I want every surface in this house
to gleam and sparkle by Thursday.

Blimey.

Can I have your attention, please?

At four this afternoon,
Their Majesties' butler, Mr. Wilson,

will be coming over from Raby Castle
with a lady's maid and a valet.

To give us our instructions?

With the royal servants?
Are we to wait on them?

That is what will be made clear.

I won't be waiting on any valets
and lady's maids, thank you very much.

Before we get hot under the collar, let's
just wait and see what they have to say.

Amen.

Come on, chop chop.
Let's get back to work.

Mr. Branson.

Can I help you, sir?

It's really you I came to see.

- Well, how can I help you, Mr...?
- Chetwode.

Major Chetwode.

Am I right, you're Mr. Branson,
Lord Grantham's son-in-law?

I am.

The papers tell me the king and queen

will be staying at Downton Abbey
during their tour of Yorkshire.

- If it's in the papers, it must be true.
- Yes, great honor.

Although, as an Irishman,
you may feel differently.

I know when my parents-in-law
have been paid a compliment.

There's to be a military parade, I gather.
How do you feel about that?

What do you mean, "how do I feel"?

Only you didn't say whether
you support them, the king and queen.

I support Lord Grantham.

Very neat.

Until we meet again, Mr. Branson.

Ah. Barrow. They said you'd be in here.

Heavens! We can still put on quite a show
when we need to, I'm glad to see.

Has it all been cleaned?

More or less everything's been done
to a basic level, milady.

But we haven't done
the final buffing-up.

Why not?

I was waiting for Their Majesties' butler.

I thought I'd ask his advice
on what to use on the table.

Really?

Can't we decide
what we lay on our own dining table?

Front doorbell, Mr. Barrow.

- Please, go.
- Milady.

Greetings, Mr. Wilson.
Welcome to Downton Abbey.

Uh, this way, Mr. Wilson.

The royal butler's terribly scary.

Barrow looked like
a rabbit in front of a cobra.

Oh, dear.
Should I go down?

- They know what they're doing.
- Do they?

They're hideously behind.

There's a mark
on the Blue Room carpet we can't shift.

I have no chairs for the parade.

And we haven't even
decided on the footmen.

I'm going to have another cup,
if no one's coming up to serve.

This is nice.

Princess Mary wants us for tea
tomorrow at Harewood.

I've got so much to do.

I wonder if that means the young couple
have taken over the big house.

They're hardly the "young couple."
Well, he isn't, anyway.

She always seems quite shy to me.

A shy royal? Is that an oxymoron?

Anyway, we're going.

Right.

I will return to Raby Castle
and come back to Downton

in advance of Their Majesties on Thursday.

But His Majesty's valet, Mr. Ellis,
and Her Majesty's dresser, Miss Lawton,

will stay on, if that is convenient.
Or they can put up in the village.

No, we'll find them rooms.

Then Monsieur Courbet, the chef...

Excuse me, "Mr. Courbet, the chef"?

That's right. We'd be very grateful
if you could make the kitchens ready.

So what should I order?

Nothing. He will bring it all.

And we don't cook any of the food?

Um, cook for the servants.

Monsieur Courbet won't have time for that.

I say!

That is something to look forward to.

Calm yourself, Mrs. Patmore.
If it's the way these things are done.

Mrs. Webb and four footmen will arrive
with Monsieur Courbet the day before.

Who is this... Mrs. Webb, is it?

She is the housekeeper.

She will also
bring two maids with her.

- The housekeeper?
- While Their Majesties are here.

And the maids?

They will make the beds,
clean the bathrooms, that sort of thing.

I see.

So my maids and I
will not be involved in the preparations?

You mean, during the stay
you'll be the butler, and...

Excuse me. I am not a butler.

I am the king's page of the backstairs.

So our staff has nothing to do.

I'm sure they can be useful.

But how can they eat
and get dressed at Raby Castle

if the chef and the valet
and the maid are all here?

We have two of each.

The principal valet
and the principal dresser

will arrive in advance of Their Majesties,

who bring an equerry, a lady-in-waiting,

two detectives and two chauffeurs.

The other chef goes from Raby to Harewood.

Four footmen go with him
and the other four come here.

Do you all understand me?

You can hardly
heckle Lady Bagshaw in front of the queen.

Well, I'm just trying to prevent a crime.

- Who says it's a crime?
- I do.

- And you're an expert in the matter?
- I am an expert in every matter.

You must have some idea
why she doesn't want Robert as her heir.

I have none.

He is her closest relative.

The family have held Brompton
for three centuries.

But she wants to give it to who?

Charity? The dogs' home?

Well, I would have thought
the family had enough to worry about.

That's not the point.

Well, very well.
We must try and discover her reasons.

Well, what possible reasons can there be?

Well, that's what I intend to find out.

- Carson.
- Milady.

Please, come in.

This is an honor.

I don't want to be a nuisance,
but I need your help, Carson.

Barrow just isn't up to the task.

- Milady?
- He won't clean the silver.

- Or he won't let Andrew clean it.
- What?

He says the page of the... "thingummy"
will choose which pieces to use.

I see.

The truth is, he's in a sort of trance.

Won't you help me?
I feel I'm pushing a rock uphill.

I'll be there in the morning, milady.
Don't you worry.

You're a treasure, Carson.
That's all there is to say.

I'll see myself out.

You could never refuse her anything.

And what about Mr. Barrow?

- Mr. Barrow can like it or lump it.
- Then I'm afraid he'll lump it.

We have supper after the upstairs dinner,
so you've plenty of time.

Thanks.

How does it work with two valets?

Well, I prepare His Majesty's clothes
and uniforms for Downton.

Then, when Mr. Miller arrives,
I get the stuff for Harewood ready.

Then I head back to London
and prepare for their return.

It all overlaps.

So, Mr. Miller's the one
who actually dresses the king?

Unless he's ill. Then it's me.

Is he often ill?

No.

I think it's rubbish.

They impose, they demand, and now
we're to be made nothing in our own house.

It's very disappointing,
I won't deny it.

This water's not too hot.
Have they all been having baths?

How should I know?

Mr. Barrow, don't you think
you should speak to His Lordship?

About what?

It's not right, surely,
for us to be humiliated in this way.

Well, what could he do about it?

Is the staff always ridden over roughshod
whenever royalty come to stay?

Why do they bring
so many servants with them?

Maybe it's because they go
from house to house around the county

and they need to know
things are done the way they like.

As if we couldn't manage that.

We're not footballs, Mr. Bates,
and we don't deserve a kicking.

But what are we to say to Barrow?
After all, he's done nothing wrong.

He's done nothing at all.
That's the problem.

But it feels very unfair.

Oh, I see. So it's now.

I've sent down
for Mr. Barrow to join us, milord.

You wanted to see me, milord?

Mr. Carson! What brings you here?

Well, this is the thing...

Carson is going to move back
into the house for the royal visit.

What?

You are coming back here as butler,
when I am the butler here?

Yes, that is...

Can I ask how long
this has been planned, milord?

I wouldn't say it's been exactly planned.

Because I don't quite understand
where it leaves me.

You can be a sort of...

With your permission, I'd prefer
not to be a "sort of" anything, milord.

I will surrender my position
for the duration of the visit, if I must,

and serve you again when Their Majesties
have gone, if you so wish.

- Please don't think that...
- By the way,

the boiler's playing up
and there's no hot water.

- God, that's all we need.
- Now, Barrow...

Not to worry. The plumber will soon
have it mended, milady.

And we'll bring water jugs up to
the bedrooms tonight and in the morning.

It can't be that hard.
We did it for 300 years.

Thank you, Carson.

Well, that went well.

Will you sack him?

No. As a matter of fact,
I was quite interested.

I never thought of him
as a man of principle before.

I'll have to tell him
I'm only ordering for the servants' hall.

I'm afraid I've got his hopes up.

Ah!

Speak of the devil.

Come in, come in. I was just saying
you'll be wanting to finalize the order.

Were you, indeed?

Honestly, no one in the village
can talk about anything else!

- Of course.
- Now, I know it's a bit of a liberty,

but I've made a list of all
the ingredients of your favorite dishes.

I know them well enough
after all these years,

but some things
will have to be brought in,

so we should really get on with it.

Well, I appreciate
everything you've done, Mr. Bakewell.

My heart is fit to burst,
I don't mind telling you.

I shall have fed the king emperor
from my own shop.

If only my father were alive.

He'd be so proud of me. He would.

Well, I'm sure he'd be
proud of you anyway, Mr. Bakewell.

Oh, no, not like this, no.

This is the peak of my career.

Well, the peak of my life, really.

Everyone's so jealous.

Now, I've put ticks

- next to the ones I think you'll go for.
- Now, the thing is...

I'm guessing the luncheon
will be for around a dozen?

Of course, the dinner will be larger.

Let's say 30 or thereabouts?
You'll correct me if I'm wrong.

- Well, you see...
- You're not wrong, Mr. Bakewell.

But we'll say if the numbers change.

The pavlova's not realistic.
We'd be safer with a charlotte russe.

We can do most of the work before.

And I shall be serving! Think of that!

♪ I've danced with a man
Who's danced with a girl ♪

♪ Who's danced with the Prince of Wales ♪

- ♪ I'm crazy with excitement ♪
- Stop it, Mr. Molesley.

♪ Completely off the rails ♪

All of my suppliers are so excited.

Oh, Mrs. Patmore,
I shall never be able to thank you enough.

Not if I live to be 100.

I feel like a liar.

I should go back.

And lower yourself to a kitchen skivvy
in the eyes of the village?

Never mind ruining Mr. Bakewell's year.

You'll do no such thing.

No maid, no valet, no nanny, even.

It's 1927. We're modern folk.

Nanny will take care of Marigold.

And Anna can look after you.

Really? Can she?

Of course.

Just like the old days.

Granny's here, and Isobel,

and we're paying a call
this afternoon on Princess Mary.

- Oh, has my new ball dress arrived?
- Not yet, but it will.

Hello, Mary.

How are you?

How long have you worked
for Her Majesty, Miss Lawton?

Six years.

How interesting.

I expect you're
a skilled needlewoman for that job.

Well, I've had no complaints.

I trained under Madame Lucile.

Her Majesty wanted
a professional dressmaker.

- And they found you?
- My reputation found me.

Come on, you two, it's nearly three.
We ought to get ready.

- Will the princess be at the parade?
- They both will.

I always find her rather sad,
Princess Mary.

Well, she is royal.

Royal women are not meant to grin
like Cheshire cats.

They don't have to look miserable.

Well, to you she looks miserable.
To me she looks dignified.

Doesn't that say it all?

How comforting
to see you here, Carson.

What prompted you
to take up the flaming sword again?

I felt I should go where I could do
the most good, milady.

Wise words for all of us.

Her Royal Highness is in the Yellow Room.

The Marchioness of Hexham,
the Countess of Grantham,

the Lady Mary Talbot.

Your Royal Highness.

Please, sit down, Lady Grantham.

I suppose you're in turmoil because of
my parents' visit. I do sympathize.

We don't need to explain it to you.

Just don't paint anything.

They're sick of the smell of new paint.

I hope it's not too late.

Are you living here now, ma'am?

No. No, we're still at Goldsborough.

But Lord Harewood's not well,

so we've come to run
the visit and the ball.

Oh! Hello.

- Hello, my darlings! How have you been?
- Hello, Mama.

- Have you been having a lovely day?
- We've been for a walk.

A very long walk. It was really fun.

- Yes?
- This is your lucky day.

I'm the new plumber, Tony Sellick.

Oh, yes. Right.

Well, I'd better show you
where the boiler is.

Where are you off to?

This is Mr. Sellick, the plumber.
I'm taking him to the boiler house.

I'll do it.

No, you're all right.
Just tell Mrs. Patmore where I am.

Please bring the boys on Thursday.

How lovely.

Why are the children in here?

We just got back
and they wanted...

They're not allowed
in the drawing room before six.

I know, milord. But they...

Take them upstairs.
And don't bring them down again tonight.

Yes, milord.

- But they were only...
- Thank you, Nanny.

- Please, Nanny.
- No, we'll get them later.

Let's go up to the nursery
and find your train.

They might get lost.

You remember Lady Grantham
and her daughters?

Lady Grantham.

They want us to bring
the boys to the parade.

No. They'd only cause a ruckus.

We were hoping you would both stay
for dinner that night, Lord Lascelles.

No, I'm afraid not.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Well, I suppose I'd better let you
get started. So I'll be on me way.

Aren't you gonna wish me luck?

You don't look as if you need me
to wish you luck, Mr. Sellick.

Or anyone else, for that matter.

You don't know what I need.

And I don't intend to find out.

- Do we need to cut the grass again?
- They're doing it tomorrow morning.

Hello, Mr. Branson.

Getting ready for Their Majesties, I see.

That's right. This is Lord Hexham.
May I present Major Chetwode.

- Are you here for the parade?
- I am. I'm staying at the pub.

- Milord?
- Excuse me.

Or are you here to keep an eye on me?

I was rather hoping you'd be
my guide for the ceremony.

Would you like a drink?

I'll join you in a minute.

Well, well done.

Who's he?

I don't really know. Army, perhaps.

Or maybe a civil servant.

But I'll drink with him
and try and put his mind at rest.

What does he want?

Maybe to make sure I'm a leopard
who has changed his spots.

What about you, milady?
Is everything ready?

No. And my heart is pounding.

By the way,
have you seen the silver box

from the table by the fire
in the drawing room?

My grandmother used to keep
playing cards in it.

I know the one. Is it missing?

Yes. And so is the little cupid
from the mantelshelf.

They must have been taken
downstairs for cleaning.

- I was just coming to you, milady.
- Don't worry. I'm fine.

If that's all, milady?

I suppose.

Can you manage the jug and basin?
Or are they too heavy?

No, no. I can do it.

How's the boiler?

I'm sure they'll fix it soon.

Bertie was with Tom earlier.

You don't think Tom would ever...
try to make trouble?

Why do you say that?

Well, Bertie says there's some army type
who has him under surveillance.

Tom likes to shock, that's all.

He'd never be disloyal
to this family. Never.

Shall we go down?

Yes, let's.

So I said to her, "Listen, lady,

there's a little one here
who still needs turning."

Oh! Careful.
Mr. Sellick, you'll make Daisy blush.

Takes more than that to make me blush.
Now, get that down you.

- He deserves that. It's very late.
- Well, I've got to get it done.

And I don't mind long hours.
I mean to build me own business.

And you can't do that,
working nine to five.

These water jugs nearly killed me.
How did we manage in the old days?

Well, maybe people were tougher then.

Maybe they expected
less from life.

- Well, I expect a lot from life.
- So do I. And I mean to have it, too.

Are you still here?

Mr. Sellick's been working hard for hours
for our benefit, Andy.

Then it's time he went home.

Is the savory ready?

Take this.

He's right.

The new pump
should arrive around nine.

- I'll be here.
- So will we.

Ta-ra.

That was Mama. She's in London.
She's staying with Rosamund.

She can't be. She was here for lunch.
She didn't say anything.

She went up this afternoon.

She'll be back tomorrow.
So I've asked her to come for tea.

You must persuade her
to leave Maud Bagshaw alone.

Oh, I don't believe even Mama will
pick a quarrel in front of the king.

I wonder if he can come early.

Are you excited?

I am a bit. Are you?

- Would it be common to admit it?
- Not to an American.

Here we go, Mr. Carson.

Leave this to me.

I am Monsieur Courbet.

- And this is Mrs. Webb, the housekeeper.
- Ah.

Follow that path and it'll take you
into the kitchen courtyard.

I said, I am Monsieur Courbet,
chef to Their Majesties.

Well done, Charlie.
Always start as you mean to go on.

This way, gentlemen.

Miss Lawton?

I was just looking round.

It's a beautiful house.

You've seen many that are finer.

That's what I came for.
But we shouldn't be in here, really.

Prepare to do battle with the barbarians.

Oh!

You. Where can I put this?

Don't tempt me.

We've cleared some space in the scullery.
And that cupboard.

What a lot of fuss over nothing!

Where's our order from Mr. Bakewell?

Follow me.

Well, how did you manage it?

A gardener helped me carry everything in.
So no one saw.

I suppose you could sell the lot
and use the money to pay Mr. Bakewell.

Don't worry. They can eat it gradual
when the visit's over.

I said, cut it into strips!

Ah! It's done, Mrs. Patmore.

The new pump's installed.

Hail the conquering hero!

It's Mrs. Hughes you should be telling.
Or Mr. Carson. Not them.

It's all right, Mr. Sellick.
We'll see the news gets through. Thanks.

But I don't need your help, Mrs. Hughes.

I just want to know
where Their Majesties are sleeping

so Miss Stinson can prepare the rooms.

Then I will show you, Mrs. Webb.

Because without my help,
you will not find them.

Is it always like this?

A royal visit is like a swan on a lake.

Grace and serenity above,
demented kicking down below.

I wish I could get away.

I've got tomorrow night off
when Mr. Miller arrives.

I told my mum I'd look in.
Why don't you come to York with me?

We could have a drink.

You should go. You're not on duty.

That settles it, then.
I'll come find you when I'm released.

We can borrow a car.

Mrs. Webb, I am the housekeeper here.

You are not housekeeper
so long as His Majesty is under this roof.

Yes, but he's not here yet, is he?

It's like living in a factory.

It reminds me of our days
as a convalescent home during the war.

I enjoyed that,
although I always feel guilty saying so.

Where's Tom?

Daddy's in the village.

Again? What's he playing at?

I saw Tom looking very stern
as I came up the drive.

I hope he's not building a bomb.

Many a true word is spoken in jest.

We think he's being tailed
by Special Branch.

Nonsense. Mama, how was London?

Oh, fine. Fine.

- What were you there for?
- Various things.

- But you hate London.
- Whoever told you that?

Now, when do you want me tomorrow?

Twelve at the latest.
They arrive at half past.

But, Mama, you must promise
not to attack Maud Bagshaw.

Well, I can't ignore her.
She is my cousin.

Exactly. Greet her as a cousin
and leave it at that.

I'll think about it.

But even if she has left everything
to an outsider, what could we do?

- Challenge the will.
- On what basis?

Undue influence.

But how could you know that?
And how would you prove it?

We'd find a friendly judge.

Friendly or corrupt?

Whichever does the trick.

Are you here for dinner, Mama?
It's a buffet.

Well, I'm not changed.

We won't change either.
So you just need to take off your hat.

You talk as if that were easy.

Where's the paper knife,
the silver one with my regimental crest?

They won't help tonight, apparently.

They won't lift a finger.

But then, my food
is only fit for servants.

Well, at least your young hero
seems to have sorted out the water.

He's not my hero.

Yes. Why did you call him that?

It was just a joke.

- But why's it funny?
- Oh, Andy, leave it.

But this is a rabbit hutch.

Don't look at me, Mr. Courbet.
You couldn't swing a cat in my room.

Gentlemen, please. I'm sure you'll find...

Out of my way!

I will have a bath and then I will decide.

Perhaps I will find a hotel.

Where can we eat? Somewhere apart?

Why not in the servants' hall?

- We never eat with the resident staff.
- 'Scuse me.

The water's cold! What's happening?

This is impossible.

We can't stay here with no hot water.
Are you crazy?

But the boiler was fixed today.
It was hot an hour ago.

Well, it's cold now!

Why are you here again, Mr. Carson?

So you could keep control
when I would fail?

Was that it? I forget.

Mr. Barrow, would you mind?

I'm not on duty, Mr. Carson, you are.

Sorry, sir.

What do you want?

Since you are in my room,
sitting at my desk,

it is for me to ask what you want.

Nothing from you.

I would remind you that I have been
in charge of Downton for many years.

Mr. Carson, you are a retired servant
in a minor provincial house,

serving an undistinguished family.

Your history is of no interest to me.

Now, if you will excuse me.

So, what would you like me to do?

I would like you to find a good book
and read it until we leave.

Mr. Carson,
you'd better come and see this.

- It's well and truly damaged.
- Can you mend it in time?

Oh, yeah. But somebody should tell them
someone wanted to wreck the royal visit.

They ought to know.

- Has the dress arrived?
- Not yet. What am I going to wear?

- Carson, what is it?
- Some folding chairs...

Well, a great many chairs
have been delivered, milady.

They're at the back door.
Anna thought you should be told at once.

She's right. They're for the parade.

We'll have to set them out tonight.
There'll be no time tomorrow.

The villagers will start arriving
from nine onwards.

I'm not sure fate is on our side.

Poor little Mary.
Have we let her take on too much?

Yes. You're right. Come on.
We should lend her a hand.

Well, you can't go out in this.

Of course we can.

Good night, Mama.

Remember to pray for us,
mainly for better weather.

I'll put in a word.

Of course, little Mary could
hammer in a tent peg with her teeth.

I wonder who she got that from.

You know, I'm always surprised
when you praise me.

I'm surprised to hear that I have.

As if things aren't bad enough
without a thunderstorm.

We'll manage. I've roped in Mr. Molesley,
and Andy's gone for the truck.

But, well, Mr. Bates can't help.
And Mr. Barrow has vanished.

Ditto. Lord Hexham's out
looking for Mr. Branson.

- We'll have to do our best without them.
- You're not going yourself?

Well, how else will they know what to do?

- Then I'll fetch our coats.
- You don't have to come.

Of course I do.

I'll just tell Mr. Bates where I've gone.

You're a good friend to me, Anna.

I hope we're good friends
to each other, milady.

This should be the last of them.

Right. Okay, give me that, Mr. Molesley.

- Can you chuck us the rope?
- Here you go.

- Tie that and make sure it's tight.
- Here we are. All set and ready.

Papa, Dickie, you're so kind.

But are you sure?
You'll be soaked to the skin and filthy.

What's that to us? We're hunting men.

Come on.

You don't need to come, my dear.
We can manage it between us.

Of course I'm coming.

- Come along.
- Cheer up, Molesley.

The villagers and guests
will watch from both sides of the dais.

And there'll be seats at the front
kept for the family.

- I'll join you there.
- I suppose so.

We'll meet in the high street
where we planned.

Don't bring anyone. Come on your own.

It's all ridiculous, of course.
It's a lot of fuss over nothing.

What?

I thought you were here to check I didn't
do anything foolish and spoil things.

- In what way?
- I don't know.

Throw eggs or wave a banner or shout.

Will you?

No.

But I'm starting to wonder about you.

I don't throw eggs.

Have another?

Yes.

- Same again, please.
- Right you are, sir.

We'll bring a special chair
up for the queen after breakfast

when, hopefully,
it will have stopped raining.

I shall carry it myself, milord!

- What about the king?
- Well, he'll be on his horse.

- But suppose it's still raining?
- God will make it stop.

Is that Tom?

Has he been in the pub
the whole evening?

Well, the day has dawned

and the weather proves conclusively
that God is a monarchist.

Who could doubt it, milady?

Here they come now.

Mr. Molesley?

I'm all right. I just need a minute
to catch my breath.

Your Majesties, welcome to Downton Abbey.

We're glad to be here, Lady Grantham.

Grantham.

You remember Lord Grantham's mother.

Hello, Lady Grantham.

Can I help you?

Someone must, sir,
or I may never rise again.

Thank you.

My daughter, Lady Mary Talbot.

The Marquess and Marchioness of Hexham.

Mr. Tom Branson.

Lord and Lady Merton.

This is kind of you, Lord Grantham.

Not at all. It is a great honor.

I'm sure you know,
but Princess Mary and Lord Lascelles

will be joining us for luncheon
and the parade.

- They're both coming?
- As far as I'm aware.

What a relief.

Please forget I said that.

Said what, ma'am?

- Cousin Maud.
- Violet.

Are we going to kiss?

I'm glad you want to kiss me.

It wasn't quite what you said
when I last heard from you.

Wasn't quite how I felt when I wrote.

Can I help you at all?

Thanks.

The others all shot off,
and I'm not sure if this is the right way.

If you just come with me.

What's your part in this circus?

I'm Lady Bagshaw's maid.

Oh. Well, then it's this door.

If you just ask for Mrs. Hughes.
She'll look after you.

Thank you.

Have you tasted the water?
Only for body. Never for drinking.

Ah. This has just arrived
for Lady Edith.

Lady Hexham these days,
Mr. Bates.

But thank you, Albert.
It's a relief.

I want the milk now!
I want the egg yolks now!

I want the olive oil now!
And I want the vanilla pod now!

He wants a clip round the ear now.

Careful, Mrs. Patmore.

Right. Who's taking this up?
Mr. Molesley?

There's no need for you to meddle,
Mrs. Hughes. We will see to it.

Meddle? I don't believe I'm meddling
in my own house, thank you.

- Andrew, yes. You take that one.
- But it's not your house, is it?

So would you like to go and sit down?

Now, just a minute.

Now, you, leave those. Put them down.

- For heaven's sake, go after them!
- I really must protest. My staff are...

Keep them down here, Mr. Carson.

That goes for you too.

Stay out of our way.

You've seen Their Majesties.
Let it be enough.

- Excuse me.
- Wait a minute.

What are you playing at? Hang on.

Wh...

Things seem calmer in the north.

You mean after the strike, sir?

Yes, if calmer means more resigned.

I'm not sure what the future holds.

And you, Lady Grantham?

Were you affected by the general strike?

Well, my maid was rather curt with me
while it was on, sir.

But, you know,
she is a communist at heart.

So I suppose
it was only to be expected.

Wasn't the princess joining us?

They telephoned.

Lord Lascelles has been
held up by something.

But they are planning
to come for the parade.

I imagine the servants' bedrooms
are quite pleasant here.

Why? Are you worried for your maid?

How clever of you.

Lucy is more of a companion than a maid.
I'd hate for her to be uncomfortable.

Of course.

I really have to go.

You can't embarrass Mama.

I'm sorry,
but you must wait until we stand.

Lord Hexham, how is Northumberland?

As beautiful as ever, sir.

Can it spare you, do you think?

Well, that was humiliating.

Well, we might as well all go for a walk.

We cannot challenge the way
a royal visit is conducted, Mrs. Patmore.

I'm not so sure.

Why don't we all meet back here
after the parade?

Anna, Mr. Bates, there must be no trouble
or disloyal tomfoolery of any kind.

Do you hear me?

We'll meet in the wine cellar.
Tell the others.

Now, I'm walking to Mr. Bakewell's,
if you've any errands.

No.

- Well then, we should get moving.
- Of course, sir.

Here we go.

- Ma'am.
- I'm so looking forward to this.

Good lunch, I thought.

What was the king saying earlier?
I couldn't hear.

He's planning a tour
for the Prince of Wales next March.

It'll take in most of the African colonies
and finish in Cape Town.

And he wants you to go?

He thinks I'm a steadying influence.

How long would you be away?

About three months.

I can't believe my luck. Can you?

Tom!

- What on earth are you doing here?
- I might ask you the same question.

- Go back or you'll ruin things.
- Isn't that what you're doing?

- You don't know what I'm doing.
- Who's this?

This is my sister-in-law,
Lady Mary Talbot.

I told you to come alone.

Leave this to me.

- Tom!
- Get the gun!

There he is.

- Hold still!
- Got him?

Calm down!
You're not going anywhere.

- Hold still. High treason, that is.
- Are you all right, sir? Your Ladyship?

Why are you even here? I didn't
suspect him myself until last night.

How was I to know
you'd given up on a free Ireland?

Isn't it free now?

Not with the bloody Crown around its neck!

Get in.

- Take him away.
- All right, sir.

I'm not impressed you all decided
I was a royal assassin.

I didn't. It was really the others.

If you'll follow us to the station.

Why didn't you tell us?

I thought he'd come to check up on me
and didn't want to drag you into it.

I assumed he'd back off if I answered
his questions and met him for a drink.

But last night at the pub,

I realized he wanted to use me
to get close to the king.

Royal salute!

Carry... swords!

Sorry.

Excuse me.

- We thought you'd miss it.
- I was just in time.

- I don't know why I bothered.
- Quiet.

Your Majesty,

the Yorkshire Hussars are formed up,
ready and awaiting your inspection.

Where is he?

He's not feeling well.

Wasn't he out shooting yesterday?

- What do you want me to say?
- Nothing.

You have to let me leave him.

We will not talk about it now.

Is that your maid?

That's right. Lucy.

Don't you call her by her surname?

She's been with me so long.

It's so strange. He seemed so English.

And so he was.
A pillar of the establishment.

Until the notion of Irish independence
took him over to the other side.

That's where I came in.

He'd heard my sympathies
lay with Ireland and the republic.

Don't they?

Not at any cost.

I'm a law-and-order man these days.

That's what you lot have done to me.

So will there be a great splash
all over the newspapers?

Poor Papa.

Oh, no. You'll find there isn't
a whisper about this anywhere.

An establishment cover-up.

I don't believe in conspiracy theories.

- Do you write?
- I try.

Ah, Miss Smith.
Did Mrs. Hughes sort you out?

She did.

And have you enjoyed the parade?

Do you work at the house?

Not exactly.

I sell cars and I help with the estate.

Lord Grantham is my father-in-law.

I do beg your pardon, sir.

No, please, let me explain.

I started here as the chauffeur.

You must be Lady Sybil's husband.

I am.

Lady Bagshaw and I
followed the story.

We were so sad when she died.

How long ago was it?

Seven years, or nearly. My God.

I'm sorry. It's still painful.

Not in that way.

It doesn't hurt anymore,
but it's still there.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

Was it hard, coming up like that?

Joining the family.

Very hard.

Between my old world and the new one,
sometimes I didn't know who I was.

But you do now?

I think so, yes.

I came to terms with it.

Why?

I'm just curious.

Quickly, everyone. Quick.

Come on. Quickly, Mr. Barrow.

Can somebody tell me
what's going on? Anna?

- What are we all doing down here?
- Go inside. They can't hear us in there.

This is most improper.

Yes, why have you
got us all here?

I will tell you.

Mr. Bates and I,

we want to defend Downton's honor.

In what way?

Would you like a repeat
of how you were all treated at luncheon?

- No, I bloody well would not.
- Andrew, there are ladies present.

We think we should fight back.

I don't like the sound of this.
I do not like this at all.

Anna, tell them.

We are going to clear the way

so you cook and serve dinner
for the king and queen at Downton Abbey.

As you should.

Well, oh, my God!
Is this a revolution?

Shall I fetch the pitchforks?

No, we're serious, Mr. Molesley.

But do you know what Mr. Courbet
has brought in for tonight?

Never mind that.
We've got our own supplies.

And you can leave Mr. Courbet to me.

What do you want us to do?

Don't bother with the maids and valets.
We've no quarrel with them.

But we need to get rid of
the royal butler for the night.

The page of the backstairs,
if you don't mind, Mr. Bates.

And the footmen need to be
out of commission

from seven until you finish serving.

This is treason!

Well, what can we do
about 'em?

Well, we could lock them in the attic.

Any more talk like that
and we'll all end up in Botany Bay.

And did you enjoy being
pushed around and passed over

and told to stay down here by Mr. Wilson?

I will play no active part in this.

Well, suppose His Majesty sees
what's going on and is displeased?

Why? Do you think I'm not capable
of cooking a decent dinner?

- No, of course not. But I...
- I'll see to the footmen.

What are you going to do?

You'll find out.

So, does this mean we're back on duty
after all? Me and Mr. Molesley?

And Albert as well.

You know where to find the state liveries.

Will I pour wine
for the queen's sweet lips?

Any more of that
and we'll lock you in the attic.

I don't know why you're bothering.

What about that Mrs. Webb who keeps
telling us she's the housekeeper?

Don't you worry about Mrs. Webb.
I am more than a match for Mrs. Webb.

I still don't know how
you're going to manage Mr. Courbet.

Well, there's...

I'm just going upstairs to lie down.

Can you get things ready
for when I come back?

And when will that be, O Mighty One?

Wake me in half an hour
if I'm not already in the kitchen.

Trust us.

Tell us about your maid.

Lucy is the daughter
of David's army servant, Jack Smith.

And, like my husband,
he died in the Boer Wars.

So you looked after his child?

Lucy had no mother, you see.
So I gave her a home.

That's very generous.

Generosity that has been amply returned,
I can assure you.

I'm glad.

You don't sound very glad.

Nanny, did you see me? I did 38!

Oh, goodness.

I thought everyone
was in the drawing room.

I've been dodging it, I'm afraid.

I suppose I ought to get back.

Can I get someone for you?

No. Thank you.

You're the widower
of the youngest daughter, aren't you?

- I've heard of you, Mr...
- Branson.

Tom Branson.

And who are you?

I should know,
but I'm no good at that sort of thing.

Well, I suppose you can't be
expected to know everyone.

Did you enjoy the parade?

I'm afraid I missed it completely.

I got distracted.

What a shame.

Well, to be honest,
I'm not much of a royalist.

Although, I probably shouldn't
say that out loud.

Certainly not to a stranger.

That seems odd, as the Crawleys
would die for the Crown if they had to.

You can love people you disagree with.

And you love them?

They're decent at the core.

People can be decent at the core
but very difficult to live with.

True enough.

And they're silly too
and snobbish at times.

And I wouldn't give tuppence
for their politics.

But I've learned to be happy
with all of that.

And, besides,
they're my daughter's family.

Thirty-three, 34, 35, 36...

And she lives here?

I nearly took her away once.

She belongs here now.

I spent so much of my life
not belonging anywhere.

That's important to me.

I suppose, in the end,
it's deciding what's important, isn't it?

You've given me a great deal
to think about, Mr. Branson.

Good things, I hope.

That may be so, but now we must go in.

We must change.
And you leave in the morning.

I wonder if we might have a talk later.
We'll find a cozy spot.

And Robert can join us.

I won't be interrogated, Violet.

Please, don't miss the chance
to settle things between you.

Very well. But now I must go.

That was helpful. Thank you.

Well, I told you I wanted to help.

Well, thanks to you, we have her cornered.

Mr. Wilson,
there's a telephone call for you.

For me?

But, Sir Harry, they wouldn't
get to London until nine.

It doesn't matter.

The ball at Clarence House
won't start till ten.

What ball at Clarence House?

The Duke of Connaught's.

What are you playing at, Wilson?

I'm not questioning you, sir. Not if it's
what the Duke of Connaught wishes.

But how do I manage here?

Don't they have footmen at Downton?

Yes. There are footmen.
But won't His Majesty...

His Majesty won't give a tinker's cuss.
Now do as I say!

Of course, Sir Harry, at once.

Everything all right, Mr. Wilson?

I need to see my footmen,
and the house footmen, and the hall boy.

When is the next train to London?

I hope it's not bad news.

Not bad, exactly.

But irregular.

Very irregular indeed.

I'll get drummed out of the regiment
if they ever find out.

Well, you sounded convincing to me.

I'm very good at doing
Sir Harry Barnston, I can assure you.

What if Mr. Wilson rings back?

No one queries Sir Harry's orders.

But if he did?

Well, then they'd uncover the trick.

But they couldn't trace it back to me.

Right. Shall we go into York?

I'm sorry to miss out
on the fun, in a way.

Where shall I wait for you
when you're with your parents?

We'll find a pub.

Did you manage to speak to someone?

I got hold of Madame Seymour's assistant.

They've sent you the wrong one.

It's similar in style,
but not, as you can see, in size.

- Well, where's my dress now?
- On its way to New York.

Well, that's that, then.

Wonderful.

Everything's going wrong for me today.

- Milady?
- Oh, never mind.

How are things downstairs? Any better?

A bit better, yes, milady.

In fact, I ought to be getting back.

Of course.

One thing.

The painted glass
that used to sit by my bed,

was it broken while I was away?

Leave it with me, milady.
And the dress.

You wouldn't mind a fitting
later tonight, would you?

I don't understand. Who with?

I just had an idea.

I shouldn't think so,
not if she knows what's good for her.

I...

I'm sorry to interrupt.

How clever of you to find me.

Well, not really. I lived here 40 years.

I assume this is your maid.

Yes. This is Lucy Smith.

Oh. Good evening, Smith.

Good evening, milady.

Shall I go?

No, not for me. Not for me.

I'm delighted to meet you.
I've heard so much about you.

- Is there something you want?
- Mmm?

Oh, just to see you're comfortable,

and to confirm our little chat for later.

I live my own life now, Violet.
I'm not what I was.

My father is gone. My husband is gone.
I see no reason not to do what I want.

Well, that doesn't mean
there is no reason,

merely that you cannot see it.

I think Lady Merton is right.

We'll have it out, once and for all.

But now I must go to Her Majesty.

You're not to speak.
You're not to think. Just follow my lead.

Their Majesties must not know
they're being served by anyone different.

Do you hear me?

I don't want them to even notice.

We will do our best, Mr. Wilson.

I don't want your best.
I want far better than your best.

Is everything under control here,
Mr. Wilson?

I gather the others caught the train.

And this is what we're left with.

Mind you don't disgrace
the state livery, Albert.

Of course, Mr. Carson.

Where is Monsieur Courbet?
I came in here to see him.

Uh, he went out. So I thought
I'd better get on with dinner.

- Wasn't I right?
- No. You were not right.

You were entirely wrong!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't know how that happened.

I shall have to go and change.

We'll sort this out when I return.

Andy.

- If you don't want me to, I won't.
- But you've already said that you will.

Because it's a fantastic chance.

It didn't occur to me you'd mind.

I don't exactly, not in that way.

Then in what way?

I wasn't going to tell you.

I wasn't going to tell anyone, but...

I might be pregnant.

Oh, darling.

How marvelous.

How fabulous.

My heart is bursting.

Well, that's exactly what I don't want.
It could easily go wrong.

But if it doesn't...

Then I'll give birth just as you set off
on your three-month colonial tour.

Why didn't you say this
when I first mentioned it?

You'd agreed before I had the chance.

Secrets always muddle things.

Oh, yes. That's right.
Let's make it my fault.

Well, I'll tell the king I can't go.

And he'll accept that, will he?

Hello.

It's Miss Smith, isn't it?

We were talking about you earlier,
weren't we?

Oh, Tom. What luck!

You know Miss Smith, don't you?

Come along, Mary.

I feel as if I've turned over to...

I don't know what you mean.

Are you all right?
Has something happened?

Old Lady Grantham came in
while we were dressing.

I think the stage is set
for a fight later, about me.

She thinks Lady Bagshaw means
to favor me and she doesn't approve.

What business is it of hers?

Lady Bagshaw must have her reasons.
And that's good enough for me.

Going down, Tom?

Good night.

Ah. There you are, Miss Lawton.

I hope you're having a well-earned rest.

Well, there's always less for me to do
when Miss Aplin arrives.

But we must be ready
for the ball tomorrow.

That's what I want to talk about.

Later this evening, when I go up to help
Lady Hexham, I want you to come with me,

fit a new ball dress and sew it overnight,

so it's done before you leave
in the morning.

Why on earth would I do that?

The box and cupid from the drawing room.

The library paper knife.

Lady Hexham's painted glass?

Never took the glass.

Then it must have been broken,
like she said.

But you took something from that room.

What was it?

A patch box from the dressing table.

I'd like them all back, please.

I can't sew a dress in a night.
When would I sleep?

When you get to Harewood tomorrow.

And don't think I won't tell.

"Queen's dresser, a thief."

That'll make headlines from here to Peru.

The Marquess and Marchioness of Granby.

Sir William and Lady Ingleby.

Where are the royal footmen?

They've had to go back to London.

All of them?
Wasn't that rather unlucky?

Unlucky for some, milady.

The Earl and Countess of Scarborough.

Ah!

For goodness' sake!

Help me!

Will someone help me?

I'm going on to Turton's in a minute.

Do you know it?

I'm Chris Webster, by the way.

I'm waiting for someone.

For a very long time.

Perhaps he's found better things to do.

And?

Why don't you come with me?

You know you want to.

Excuse me, sir.

My name's Barrow. If someone comes looking
for me, could you tell him I've gone?

Shall I say where to?

- Never mind that.
- Turton's.

I just cannot understand
where Mr. Wilson has got to.

Never mind him. What about you?

Surely you can't really mean
to leave His Majesty unattended.

But is it for me to attend him?

Well, you've got your breeches on.

- I have, but...
- Mr. Carson, this is your destiny.

You know as much, and so do I.

Now accept it proudly.

And walk into that room
with your head held high.

You can do it, Mr. Carson.

Please tell me what is going on!

Mr. Courbet is missing, ditto Mr. Wilson,

and your footmen
are on their way up to London.

I am still in charge here.

No, Mrs. Webb. These are my people now.

So please go back
to the servants' hall and sit down.

Or would you rather ruin the evening?

That's telling her.

- Mrs. Patmore forgot to send up the sauce.
- And I've got the chopped egg.

That's kind when it's not your job.

Nonsense. We must all pull our weight
tonight for Downton's glory.

Now, are you ready, boys?

- Ready as we'll ever be.
- We'll be fine, Mrs. Hughes.

What about you, Mr. Molesley?

- I know I'm gonna forget my lines.
- You haven't got any lines!

- You're on.
- Oh. Right.

And, Mr. Molesley?
Remember to breathe.

Breathe. Yeah.

Gentlemen.

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

I must go where my king needs me.

- Hello.
- All right.

Hello.

Looks like we've got
some new blood here. Hello.

You're a very charming young man.

I can't believe this.

I've never seen anything like it.

There's a first time for everything.

I know, but...

Here. Come dance with me.

I wish I could tell them
how grateful they should be to you.

You were every bit as brave as I was.

Mary, you're talking
in the wrong direction.

Don't worry about Granny.

She's getting ready
to give Cousin Maud a grilling.

Mainly, I suspect, about her maid.

I think Lady Bagshaw sees her
as more than just her maid.

I'm sure she does.

And that's what Granny's afraid of.

I might as well admit... I like her.

Good. Don't let them put you off.

Tom, you're looking pleased with yourself.

He was just praising
Lady Bagshaw's maid.

Well, how did she contrive
to make your acquaintance?

She didn't contrive anything.
We met by chance.

What simpletons men are.

This is good.

I thought something else was planned.

But it is excellent.

So, a "well done" to old Courbet.

Oh, this wasn't Monsieur Courbet,
Your Majesty.

Mrs. Patmore cooked it.

In fact, it is the Downton Abbey staff
who are serving you this evening.

I do beg your pardon, Your Majesty.

That's quite enough, Molesley.

You must give our compliments
to Mrs. Patmore

and to all the staff.

- Molesley.
- Huh?

Her Majesty is speaking to you.

With pleasure, Your Majesty.

That was kind of you, ma'am.

I suppose he's excited that they've
had to take over from our people.

I wonder what's happened.

Whatever may have happened
does not excuse his behavior.

I can assure you, Lady Grantham,

we are quite used to people
behaving strangely when we are near.

The peelers are here! Police!

Spread out, you lot, and make sure
no one scarpers. Block all the exits.

What's going on?

All right, gentlemen,
that's the end of your evening.

Shut that music up now! Right!

You are all coming to the station with us.

We're just having a bit of fun, Officer.
No one's making any trouble.

- That's for the judge to decide.
- Judge?

What did you think? We were going to
slap your wrists and send you home?

- I've never been here before.
- You're here now.

Right! Gather your things.
You're coming with us, you dirty perverts.

Out.

- Get out! Move it!
- Come on, you filthy sods.

Keep moving!

Come on, you lot.
In the van. Get in the van.

Get in the van.

Sort it out!

- There we are, my dear.
- Thank you.

Thank you.

There might be a moment.

I met the maid.

She has Maud
wound around her little finger.

- Then we need to know why.
- Mmm.

Well, I'll look forward to it, gentlemen.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.
- Milord.

What is it, Hexham?

Well, Your Majesty, it's this.

I've just learned that Lady Hexham
is expecting our first child.

But that's wonderful news.

We're not telling anyone quite yet,
but I thought you'd be interested.

And so I am. Congratulations.

The thing is, sir, it's due to be born

around the time the prince and I
will be setting off on tour.

Excellent.

Please make it register with him.

Help the prince to understand
what it means to have a real family life.

You can be such an example to him,
I know it.

Very well. Let's get to the point.

Robert is my nearest relation
on my father's side.

He is.

But he will not be my heir.

And there we have it.

Who will be?
Can you tell us?

Lucy Smith, my maid.

What? Are you out of your mind?

No. And I know what I'm doing.

On the contrary, you're...
you're clearly insane.

You should be in an asylum.

How like you. A word of resistance
and you slash with your saber.

It is lucky for Miss Smith
that I do not own a saber.

So this is truly your choice?

Lucy has taken care of me for many years.
I wish to show my gratitude.

With the family house?

With the family estate?

You belong in a straitjacket.

To treat your maid as a blood relation

is to unpick every fiber
of the English way of life.

- What piffle you talk.
- Please.

There is no need to argue.

I never argue. I explain.

Face it, Violet. I'll outlive you anyway,
so it need trouble you no further.

And now I must attend Her Majesty.

Game, set and match to Lady Bagshaw.

Not while I'm the umpire.

We had a few drinks

and Mr. Barrow thought it'd be fun
to play a trick on the queers, that's all.

He was only in there for five minutes.

Dancing the tango with another man.

Come on, Sergeant. It was a joke.

Turns your stomach, though.

Relieved to hear it.

Yeah, I'd rather be dead
if I thought I was one of them.

But what can I say to the earl?

What earl?

The earl of Grantham.

Mr. Barrow is his butler.

Of course, you'll want to see
proof of my identity.

Was it you who got me out?

No, the good fairy
came down on a moonbeam.

How did you know where I'd gone?

The landlord told me.

Waited outside, followed you here.

Then I showed the sergeant my card,
and that seemed to settle things.

"The Royal Household."

He must have loved that.

Oh, but I'm afraid I've been a silly boy.

You just need to be a bit more circumspect
in future, Mr. Barrow.

Could you please remove it, milady,
leaving the pins in place?

Can you really get it done before you go?

I don't see how.

She'll finish it. Won't you?

I'll do my best.

I'm sure you'll manage.

By the way,

I think I know what happened to the cupid
from the drawing room, milady.

Really? Was it missing?

Your dress will be ready
in the morning, milady.

Thank you.

I don't know how you persuaded her.

She's nice, really.
When you get to know her.

- Is there anything else?
- Only to say that you're a genius.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I'm afraid I didn't get anywhere.

Well, that's that.

Just because the king doesn't see

that a man has any part to play
in childbearing.

Well, he doesn't.

But you'd think he'd know
that one likes to be around.

You can't just tell him no?

Darling, I'm one of
the senior peers in the land.

What do you think that means?

What do you think I'm sworn to?

Lady Bagshaw, could I have a word
before you ring for your maid?

Does Lucy know that you're her mother?

She does.

For years, I said I was her godmother,

but I told her the truth
on her 18th birthday.

How old was she when Jack died?

Six.

She'd lived with Jack
and his mother until then.

But I took her into the house
and she went to the village school

until, eventually, she became my maid.

I suppose if she'd been your ward,
people would have guessed.

Exactly.

Who takes notice of a servant?
I hid her in plain sight.

Did you love Jack Smith?

Everyone should know
a total love at least once.

Jack was mine.

My husband was very dull, you know.

He wasn't a bad man,
but he wasn't a clever one either.

Then he died and Jack came to see me
and it began from there.

How daring.

I know it sounds reckless,
but I was 39 when I got pregnant.

I thought I was barren.

Of course,
I knew I couldn't tell my father,

so I went to America.

They must have thought that wild.

Well, little did they know
how wild it really was.

But you were happy with Jack?

Oh, very.

We had ten years together before he died.

I'd have married him
if I'd had the courage.

I was weak.

But you never knew my father.

I suppose royal service
kept you silent on the subject.

Yes. In a way.

But it was cowardice, really.

Now, by making Lucy my heir,

I will have taken the first step.

You must tell Violet at once.

- I couldn't.
- You're wrong.

As soon as she knows the truth,
she'll fathom your plans

and cease to fight you.

The servants seemed to be enjoying
themselves tonight. Especially Molesley.

What happened to the royal team?

It's a long story, milady.

But you're right. We did have fun.

Well, I'm glad
it's gone well for everyone.

But I don't think
I could face doing it again.

You're not finished yet.

You've still got the ball
at Harewood.

Yes, but it won't be our fault
if anything goes wrong.

That's not very cheerful.

The last few days have made me think.

Should we really go on with it?

We're running the house
with too few people as it is,

and half of those here now
will leave soon.

What are you saying, milady?

Isn't it time to chuck in the towel?
Lots of people have.

You mean, leave Downton?

We could sell it for a school
or an old people's home or something.

And buy a manor house with
a modest estate, and live a normal life.

Is that what you want?

I want everything
to stop being such a struggle.

Will the staff stay? Will the farms pay?

What are we going to do about the roof?

When I was putting up the chairs
in the rain, I kept thinking,

"What am I doing?"

I'll tell you what you're doing, milady.

You're making a center
for the people who work here,

for this village, for the county.

Downton Abbey is the heart
of this community.

And you're keeping it beating.

So you think we should battle on?

While there's blood in your veins.

Ah, Miss Smith.
Is she settled for the night?

She's more rattled than settled.

And I was right. There was an argument,
and it was about me.

I hear from Lord Grantham she's planning
to alter your life for the better.

He says Old Lady Grantham was up in arms.

I can imagine.

Are you entitled to your good luck?

Do you know why she's doing it?

I do.

And I think it's fair.

Go forward in health
and use your luck wisely.

I have such a feeling that you can
understand what's going on inside my head,

when no one else does or ever could.

I'll miss our talks.

Would you like to write to me?
I could always provide a shoulder.

May I?

Really?

I should be pleased
and flattered if you would.

And now I think it's time
to say good night, Mr. Branson.

Good night, Miss Smith.

Here's to the triumph of Downton
and my beautiful wife.

Oh! Here's to all of you
who brought it off.

Here's to Mr. Carson
for swallowing his principles.

I shan't sleep a wink tonight.

And here's to Her Majesty
for taking pity on Mr. Molesley.

For a moment there,
I thought I was headed for the Tower.

You're not coming round to 'em,
are you?

It was decent of her, Daisy,
when she could have let it spoil things.

Not everyone's like Robespierre.

Let's hear it for the king and queen.

The king and queen!

I've got to tell you something, Daisy.

It was me that broke the pump.

I don't know what I was doing.
I was just in a jealous rage.

- Why?
- It was that plumber you made eyes at.

I just saw red.

And then when I realized I'd brought him
back to the house, I went nearly mad.

I did not make eyes.

I liked him,
but there was nothing more to it.

Well, I feel a fool now.

You tried to wreck the visit
of the king of England.

You risked being sacked,
you risked ruin...

just for the love of me?

My feelings took over.

That's all I can say.

Can you forgive me?

Forgive you?

Andy, I'd have done it myself
if I'd had the nerve.

Don't you see what it means?

We're alike, you and I,
full of passion for what matters.

I thought you were easily satisfied,
but I see now you're not.

So we can fight our way
to a better world together.

I'm not sure I've shown
enough gratitude for what you did.

We have to stick together,
men like us.

That's the point.
I don't know any men like I am.

I've never just talked
to someone like me.

- Well, we're talking now.
- And it feels good.

Just to be two blokes, having a chat,
not trying to fit in for once.

Well, we all have to do
what we must to get by.

But yeah. It feels good
to be two ordinary blokes.

Will they ever see it our way?

I don't know.

Fifty years ago,
who'd have thought man could fly?

Mrs. Bates?

Here's the dress.

We can try it before you leave.

No need. It'll fit.

Those are the things you wanted.

Why do you do it, Miss Lawton?

Doesn't it ever worry you
that on each table in this house

there's an ornament
that you couldn't buy with a year's wages?

And what's your answer?

Because everyone can't have them,
no one should have them?

No. My answer is, why can't I have them?

Or some of them?

Don't worry. They won't miss what I take.

I doubt there's more than one in a hundred
will even notice they're gone.

But they're not yours, Miss Lawton.
And they never will be.

I'd give it up, if I were you.

What if people were to think
Her Majesty was light-fingered,

if things go missing
from every house she stays in?

Keep your advice
for someone who's interested, Mrs. Bates.

Those doors play up something dreadful.

They jam and stick for no reason.
It's happened to everyone.

Why didn't any of you
look for me?

I thought I'd seen you
go out, Mr. Wilson.

I'm afraid I was mistaken.

Just as you were mistaken
in not waking Monsieur Courbet.

We thought he'd gone out an' all.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.
A little more marmalade, if you please.

The footmen have telephoned this morning.

It seems it was a hoax
that took them up to London.

But who would do that?

Who, indeed?

We can investigate
when we get to Harewood.

I should be careful, Monsieur Courbet,
unless you enjoy ridicule.

- What?
- I'd say the dinner was a success.

They sent down their compliments.

So I think it must have been.

Well, then. Why call attention to it?

Would you show to advantage in this story,
do you think?

But what do we say if we're asked?

There was a confusion in London.
Monsieur Courbet was ill.

If I were you, I wouldn't mention it.

Not unless they bring it up.

Quite right.

There you are.

I've been looking everywhere.

What's the matter, darling?

Is it something I can help with?

Judging by last night, I doubt it.

I just want to own my own life.

I want to say things that I think
and do what I like.

- Don't you now?
- No.

I spend my time entertaining people
who bore me to death

because they're entitled
to sit at our table.

I attend committees that I haven't chosen
because they've chosen me.

I used to have a job that I loved,
but not anymore.

And now my husband won't be there
when I have a baby.

The woman in the lodge
is entitled to that, but I'm not.

Early warning. Their Majesties
are getting ready to leave.

Very good, milord.

Darling, what's the matter?

Nothing you can help with.

Can't I try?

We should go up.

- Their Majesties are on their way.
- Right.

Come on.

Up we go.

So you're off to London?

They'll drop me at the station.

Well, I hope we can keep in touch.

I feel I've finally found a friend.

Is that what you've found, Mr. Barrow?
A friend?

Their Majesties are going.

Thanks.

I want you to have this.

It's not much, but I've had it for years.

It'll remind you of me.

That's the point, isn't it?

So you can think of me
till we meet again?

Thank you.

Mr. Ellis, you must come!

I hope you enjoy
your time at Harewood, sir.

Yes. I hope so too.

It isn't really goodbye
when we'll see you all this evening.

We're looking forward to the ball.

Harewood is such a wonderful house.

Well, let's mount up, shall we?

- We'll see you later, Grantham.
- Your Majesty.

Well done, everyone.
Shall we head back in?

Carson, what happened
to the royal servants last night?

Hard to say, milord.

They sort of gave up the ghost.

Well, you managed splendidly.

Although, I could have done
without Molesley's aria.

But please thank the staff
for saving the day.

- Mrs. Bates, can I ask you something?
- Excuse me.

What did you give Monsieur Courbet?

A double dose of a sleeping draft
from Mr. Bakewell's,

in his tea.

I'm afraid I made
rather a fool of myself last night.

You could never be a fool to me.

Do you mean that, really?

I do. And I think you know how much.

You're right, Mrs. Patmore.

It's time I started to plan my wedding.

Well, I don't know
what took you so long.

I wasn't sure before. But I am now.

Well, that's good to hear.

I'm happy, Mrs. Patmore.

I don't often say that. But I am.

Are you very shocked by it all?

I should be.

Interfering with the palace staff
on a royal visit,

and me part of it, to boot.

- I don't know what came over me.
- But?

They had it coming to them, Elsie.

Let's face it,
they had it coming in spades.

Hello. What's this?

Welcome back, Mr. Talbot.

Hello, Carson, Mrs. Hughes.

Do you know where I'll find Lady Mary?

After everything that's gone on,

I should think she'll be lying down, sir.

They all will be.

Sounds ominous.

That's nice,
that he's back in time for the ball.

And thank the Lord
we don't have to organize it.

Darling, you don't know
what we've lived through.

I'm sorry I couldn't get here sooner.

It was the first ship
after the last meeting, I promise.

Never mind. You're here now.

And I don't have to go to the ball alone
like a sad little wallflower.

Well, I'll only come if you promise
to dance with me nonstop.

Oh, it's a deal.

I suppose Maud has brought
that scheming little minx with her.

If you continue in this vein,
you will only make yourself look stupid.

What do you mean?

What I say.

Are you keeping something from me?

Come with me.

What?

Why aren't you happy?

I thought you'd be delirious.

Well, we are happy,
if you mean it. Very.

But how will you manage Henry?

By altering the way we manage each other.

And it may not be easy,

but I've decided that
I'm staying with him.

I just don't understand
what changed your mind.

It was something Mr. Branson said
about deciding what matters.

For me, the Crown
matters more than any of us.

I can make it work.

Branson? The Irish republican?

Oh, you're well informed.

I'm better informed than you know.

So he persuaded you to do this?

We were talking after the parade.

There he is.

Say something nice. Please.

Mr. Branson.

I wish we had spoken more
while we were at Downton Abbey.

- Do you, sir?
- Certainly.

I believe I have more than one reason
to be grateful to you.

More than one.

- What was that all about?
- I'll tell you when we're alone.

But why more than one?

- Who is she?
- That's Princess Mary.

She was at Downton
for the parade yesterday.

Didn't you see her?

Not at the parade.

But I saw her afterwards,
at the tea.

So, you see,
she has Brompton blood,

albeit from an unusual angle.

Why did you not say this
long ago?

It seemed too great a leap for you.

Well, who do you think I am?

Some maiden aunt
who's never left the village?

Obviously not.

Well, don't think I approve,
because I don't.

But at least I understand.

Does Miss Smith know the truth?

Yes, she does.

When I get home, I will hire another maid,
and Lucy can be my companion.

That's much more suitable.

And I'm afraid you'll dislike it,

but she says that she and Tom Branson
have agreed to correspond.

Dislike it? I will lick the stamps myself.

You are amazing, Violet.

You haven't won, you know.

I don't believe in defeat.

But we can hammer this out
when you come back to stay, you and Lucy,

when you've finished your tour of duty.

You mean, I am once more
a member of this family?

She's right, you know.
Brompton is gone.

And you must all learn to live with it.

I think we can get it back.

For Tom, at least.

That's why we need the girl back here.

Oh, Violet.

After all these years,
you still astonish me.

Good. I'm glad I'm a revelation
and not a disappointment.

It's very important.

- Quite right.
- There they are now. Do ask.

Yes.

There you are, Hexham.

I'm sad you can't be
part of the prince's tour.

But we'll find something else
for you to do.

- What?
- Sir, I-I didn't, um...

I understood why not

as soon as Her Majesty
had explained it to me.

Congratulations to you both.

You're looking very sunny tonight.

I'm happy.
Why? Does it bother you?

No.

But tell me, what are you playing at
with Tom and Cousin Maud's famous maid?

- What do you mean?
- I heard you at dinner last night.

What are you up to?

You know she'll inherit
the Brompton estate.

Well, so Mama told me.

Well, then, wouldn't you like Tom
to have a proper establishment?

Oh, you devious cat.

Will they be happy?
Do you think they will?

I just want a word with Granny.

How long were you planning to wait

before you told us why you really
went up to London on Wednesday?

Since you ask, I haven't decided.

So, if I tell you now,
will you promise to keep it to yourself?

I promise.

Very well. I...

I had some medical tests
a few weeks ago

and I went up to London
to hear the results.

Yes?

And, uh, I may not have long to live.

It won't be too quick.

But, of course, you can never
get a London doctor to be precise.

- Oh, Granny.
- No. No, no.

My dear, save your tears
for something sad.

There's nothing sad here.

I have lived a privileged
and an interesting life,

and now it's...

it's time to go.

I'm leaving the family
and the place that I treasure...

in talented hands.

- Well, I know Papa will be...
- No, no.

No, I don't mean your father.

No. I love him dearly.

No, I... I mean you.

You are the future of Downton.

But I have such doubts, Granny.

Are we right to keep it all going,

when the world it was built for
is fading with every day that passes?

Will George and Caroline
still be living that life?

Are we living it now?

No, no. Our ancestors
lived different lives from us.

And our descendants
will live differently again.

But Downton Abbey will be part of them.

- It won't be the same without you.
- Of course it will.

You'll take over from where I left off.

You'll be the frightening old lady
keeping everyone up to the mark.

Thank you very much.

You will, my darling.

And you'll do it wonderfully.

You're the best of me that will live on.

Hurrah!

Oh, Granny, I love you so much.

Oh, shh.

But should you be here tonight?
Won't you be worn out?

Oh, Mary,
I can't spend the rest of my life

in a shower of, "How are you feeling?"
and "Are you quite well?"

No, no.

The point is, I'll be fine until I'm not.

That's all there is to it.

Ah, there you are.

The dancing's starting.

- You mustn't miss it.
- No. Thank you.

Thank you.

You know,
you'll always be with us, Granny...

staring from every picture,
talking from every book,

as long as the house stands.

Sounds very exhausting.

Do you know,
I think I should prefer to rest in peace.

Come on.

Darling?

What is it you want?

We have things in common.
The boys, horses, racing.

And there must be more if we look for it.

I want us to be friends.

Well, we'll have to see.

No, dear.

We'll have to change. Both of us.

How did that happen?

Was it you, Mama?
How did you do it?

Simple.

Bertie asked the king.

I asked the queen.

I do love our adventures.

But isn't it fun when they're over?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the dancing,

so I thought I'd pretend I was
bringing Lady Bagshaw a handkerchief.

I can give it to her, if you'd like.

I wish you could dance with me.

- I've got a question for you.
- Mmm?

You'd never want to leave Downton
and start up somewhere else, would you?

- And tell me truthfully.
- What brought this on?

Just tell me.

Leave Downton?

I think we're stuck with it, aren't we?

Yes.

Yes, I believe we are.

We shouldn't come out this way.

They won't mind, not this once.

Well, they've gone
and Downton is still standing.

Elsie, a hundred years from now
Downton will still be standing.

And the Crawleys will still be here.

And that is a promise.

We'll see, Charlie. We'll see.