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...serve the Lord, rejoicing
in the power of his Spirit.

And the blessing of God Almighty,

the Father, the Son and
the Holy Spirit be upon you

and remain with you all forever.

Amen.

Amen.

Thank you.

They're coming. Look.

If you could all look this way,
please.

I have never seen
a wedding like it.

It's a bit grander than ours.

There you are.

I haven't noticed any
congratulations on your lips.

Don't tease him.

I wish the boy well.

I do.

Very smart.

- Ah, Mary.
- Hello.

- Darling, have you seen the cake?
- It's beautiful.

All smile.

It's delightful.

Be careful, children.

Thank you.

They're going to live here.

And I'm off to the dower house.

The thought of being warm in winter
goes to my head like strong drink.

I can imagine.

We're going to cut the cake.

I want to thank you for
allowing me to be so happy.

I feel like I've been given
much more than I deserve.

Well, that's an encouraging start.

Bravo.

Splendid. Size of that cake.

- Goodbye.
- Send us a postcard.

- Thank you for everything.
- Bye, old boy.

- Bye-bye.
- Have a wonderful time.

- Have a safe journey.
- We will.

Bye.

Goodbye.

Goodbye.

Congratulations.

I've had a letter from Mr. Murray.

He's coming to Downton on Tuesday.

- What do you want him for?
- Oh, it wasn't me.

It was your grandmother
who summoned him.

He'd like us there.

Rosamund, you should be with us.

- Oh, dear.
- Why do you say that?

There's only one reason old
ladies summon their lawyers.

Do sit down.

I feel like Andromeda chained to a rock
with you lot hovering over me.

I don't know why Murray told you
to be here without asking me first.

Nor do we.

Ah, Denker.

A Mr. Murray will be here soon.

H-He's here now, milady.

He... he says you're expecting him.

What? Why didn't you tell me?

You shouldn't be so untrusting.

Have you told them, Lady Grantham?
Good.

Please.

She's told us nothing.

Well, that's easily done.

I've come into possession of a
villa in the south of France.

And now I've given it to my
great-granddaughter Sybbie.

What?

What bit didn't you understand?

I don't understand any of it.

What villa? Where?

This is too extraordinary
for any words.

It's called La Villa des Colombes,
and it's near Toulon.

But why was it yours?

And why have you never
said anything about it?

Because I thought it was a joke.

Start at the beginning.

Years ago, before you were born,
I was in France,

and I met a man,
the Marquis de Montmirail.

And he invited me to spend some
time at a villa he'd just bought.

A year or so later, he wrote to me

and said he'd transferred
the villa into my name.

I never thought he was serious,
so I didn't pay any attention.

- But it wasn't a joke?
- It seems not.

He died recently,
and to his widow's alarm,

the villa they've been
using every winter for years

was registered to Lady Grantham.

He never changed it.

- Now, I'll need some signatures.
- Oh, yes.

Why have you given it to Sybbie?

Your children are well set up here, and
Edith's are more than taken care of,

but Brompton will go to a
child of Tom and Lucy's.

So darling Sybil's only
daughter will inherit little,

and I wanted to correct that.

What family did he have,
uh, this M-Montmirail chap?

The widow and a son,
the present marquis.

The mother is keen they should
take the matter to court.

- Well, you can't blame her.
- Why?

If her husband wanted me to have
the place, who are we to argue?

You never thought to turn it down?

Do I look as if I'd turn down
a villa in the south of France?

Mr. Murray?

- May I ask a favor?
- Please.

I have a task for you.

It's all explained in this letter.

I'll telephone in a few days
in case there are questions.

Of course, Lady Grantham.

- Now, I hear my train calling.
- Goodbye, Mr. Murray.

And thank you.

You want me to tell you why
he did it when the truth is

I do not know.

And with that,
I will say good night

and leave you to discuss
my mysterious past.

Now, Denker, don't steer me.

I'm not a racing car.

More's the pity.

I beg your pardon.

You really must try...

It does seem odd.

They spend a few days together in the
same resort more than 60 years ago,

and he gives her a house.

I suppose he wasn't just a lunatic.

Well,
that's what they'll try to prove.

Well, I think it's marvelous of
Granny to take care of Sybbie.

Even if Monsieur de Montmirail
was as mad as a rat.

But why did Mama never say a word?

As far as she's concerned,

she received a very eccentric
letter more than half a century ago,

she considered it potty at the time
and never gave it another thought.

Well done, Marigold.

That's right. Good shot.

You stand back.

Nanny, watch.

A telephone call for you, milord.

- Who is it?
- Uh, a Mr. Barber.

- Says he's from British Lion.
- What's that?

It's a film company, isn't it?

I better find out what he wants.

What will they do with
the villa in the summer?

They can't let it.
Nobody goes there then.

- Oh, they do now.
- Well, surely it's too hot.

Apparently not.

- Mummy!
- Hello, darling.

Mummy, come and play!

It's a race. Come on. Quickly.

Mr. Barber turns out to be
a producer and director.

He wanted to practice
chronophotography here.

It's not the Stone Age, Papa.

You mean he wants to
make a film at Downton?

What did you say?

- I let him down gently.
- Then I'll ring him back.

I want to hear what
he has to offer.

What's the point?

Well, I suppose there'd be a fee.

When does Henry get home?

Not in time for this.

Where is he now?

His last message was from
Istanbul or somewhere.

But as far as I'm concerned,
the whole idea of a rally is barmy.

You can manage it without him.

I see. So it's down to me, is it?

You can't expect us to
deal with kinema people.

First,
let's just listen to his proposal.

Come along, Mary.
I'll keep you company.

The money would be useful, surely.

Is everything all right with Henry?

He's in love with cars.

He's in love with speed.
He's in love with adventure.

He's also in love with me, I think.

But I don't seem to cancel
out the other three.

And you thought you would?

I suppose I did.

Ready for you.

It's perfect.

Until recently, filmmaking was
largely confined to the studios,

but now the process has opened up.

Abel Gance's Napol�on last year showed
what a camera can do on location,

filming in real houses,
real landscapes.

What sort of film is it?

The Gambler is set in 1875.

An earl's daughter,
Lady Anne Erskine,

falls in love with a man who turns out
to be a gambler, to her family's horror.

I can imagine.

They meet at a house
party in the country,

and things soon
spin out of control.

There are visits to a smart
gambling club, which we'd do here.

A gambling club at Downton?

That would finish Granny off.

And Papa, too.

- We must have time to think.
- Of course.

Here's my card.

Ring me if you have
any questions at all.

I'll get Barrow to see you out.

I suppose there are two questions
that we would need the answer to

before we can really
have the discussion.

We'd be here for about a month,

and if you turn the card over,
you'll see what we'd pay.

Of course, that's negotiable.

- Goodbye, Mr. Barber.
- Goodbye.

And that's the starting point?

I think it's a horrible idea.

Actresses plastered in makeup
and actors just plastered,

scrambling over our things.

We'd have to keep counting
the spoons in the pantry.

The locals might take a dim view.

Well,
you mustn't let that stop you.

The county takes a dim
view of everything.

You have to consider the fee.

We don't need to talk about money.

But you need to think about it.

You could have a new roof,
for a start.

You could soon be looking at
real flooding, and then what?

If you turn them down,

do you think we could persuade them
to drive further north to Brancaster?

Mama, where do you stand?

Mary, dear, will you take
your father to see the attics?

I don't think he's been
there for quite a while.

I haven't been up here for years.

Well,
this is the situation we're in.

With the money,
we can bring the house up to snuff,

to match what we've
spent on the estate

and enter the 1930s with
our heads held high.

- But if you don't want to...
- No.

No, you steer ahead.

You're the captain now.

I am aware of that,
even if you think I'm not.

And now I have the unenviable task
of breaking the news to Mr. Carson.

I can't believe it.

To make a film here?
Can they do that?

Would there be film stars?
Famous ones?

Oh, give her some water
before she passes out.

Nothing's decided yet.

It's all very fine to get excited.

You live at the farm.

The rest of us will have them in and out
and round about every hour God sends.

And what of Her Ladyship?

Hoping for a peaceful end...

...and suddenly plunged
into a three-ring circus.

Well, I agree with Daisy.

We'll get to know men and women we've
only seen upon the silver screen.

- And if it's good for the house...
- This is the point.

An injection of cash could
make all the difference.

They mention how much?

It's not our business if they did.

- They did not.
- Well, good night.

- Good night.
- Good night.

Good night, Mrs. Hughes.

Still, times change and
we must change with them.

Mrs. Parker.
We should be getting home, too.

Very good, Mr. Parker. I'm coming.

Daisy's more obedient with
him than she ever was with me.

Maybe he makes her happier.

Well, I did me best.

A moving picture?

At Downton?

I know it sounds unlikely, but I'm
not sure it's quite as awful as that.

I disagree.

Rough and vulgar
actors and actresses

strolling through the rooms
with their sticky fingers,

sitting on the chairs, eating at the
table where the King of England once sat?

Oh, this smacks of the worst
excesses of the French Revolution.

Should we ask them to stay
standing and put them in gloves?

This is a comedown, Elsie.

This is a falling-off.

They are flirting with mob rule.

But it will pay, Charlie,
and they need the money.

Oh, by that argument, why not
open the place to the public

and have them poke and
pry in every corner?

We tried that once, and I thought
we'd all decided never again.

You carry on like that, you'll
give yourself a heart attack.

I'd be better off out of it
if this is what we've come to.

Andy, I wonder if you might
fold that newspaper properly?

I'll take it upstairs with me.

Course.

So, moving picture to be
made at the big house.

What will that mean
for the pair of you?

- Can't say exactly.
- But it'll be exciting.

Seeing how a film's made,
meeting the stars.

I'd keep clear of
them if I were you.

Keep clear of all of it.

I'll say good night, then.

- Good night.
- Night.

Forgot the paper after all that.

Memory like a sieve.

Night.

Remember, it's his farm, not ours.

It's Lord Grantham's farm,
and he's only the tenant.

Maybe.

But don't say anything
you'll regret.

That's the problem.

I'm bound to in the end,
and then where will we be?

Murray's had the will translated.

Apparently, Montmirail refers
to an idyllic interlude

he spent with Mama as a young
man before he was married.

What else did Murray have to say?

Why, it's odd.

The widow wants to fight the will,

but the son believes it can
be settled in a friendly way.

I'd cover the villa with barbed
wire and board up the windows.

He says he'd like us
to visit him there.

Now, clearly Mama can't travel, but he
asked us to bring Tom and Lucy with us

now that he knows Sybbie
is to be the beneficiary.

What do you think?

Well,
we could get to know Lucy better.

And with any luck, it would mean we'd
miss the whole of Mary's frightful film.

I found it. Myrna Dalgleish.

I knew I had a good one of her.

Her beauty is so classic.

I've got one of him.

Guy Dexter in Casanova.

The very thought of
it makes me blush.

There is something about him.

Like a wild animal ready to spring.

Ready to spring on you, you mean.

That's enough.

You'll have Andy and me
jealous if you don't watch out.

Oh, I like the sound of that.

I hate that you'll
miss all the fun.

I'm nervous now,
leaving you alone with Guy Dexter.

The chance would be a fine thing.

- What do you think, Bertie?
- A complication.

Tom says they'd have
to bring Maud Bagshaw.

She's living with them
until her house is ready.

We can all stay in an hotel.

In that case, can we come?

I'd love it.

We wouldn't be in the way?

So everyone's going except me?

And me.

I've been thinking about an article

on the people who visit the south
of France in the summer now.

Are you writing again? I'm pleased.

Edith's back at the magazine
for a couple of days a week.

And little Peter?

Has a wonderful nanny,
thank heavens.

Can you really work
with two young children

while running a house
like Brancaster?

Ask me in six months' time.

Well, I'm glad to hear you're doing
something with your brain again.

Well, let's hope it's still there.

I'll telephone Montmirail tomorrow
and explain we'll be in an hotel.

I should think he'll be relieved.

Come in.

I saw the light was still on.

I suppose you agree with Papa

that the whole idea of a film is
too common to even be considered.

Nothing is too common if it will
help to keep Downton afloat.

Well, we'd have enough
money for a new roof.

At the cost of one terrible month.

Honestly, I do think it
will be pretty terrible.

But the sight of old washbasins
catching rainwater in the attics

is terrible, too.

We got through the war.
We can get through this.

But you must be firm, Mary.

To those people, women like
us fall into two categories:

dragons and fools.

You must make sure they
think of you as a dragon.

Mr. Bates and Miss Baxter will go to
look after Lord and Lady Grantham.

The rest will stay at Downton
to help with the film people.

You'll get no help from me.

In contrast to Miss
Won't-Lift-a-Finger, I'd love to help.

Could I be Miss
Dalgleish's lady's maid?

I've asked Anna to take that on.

I don't want to be a spoilsport,
Daisy, but you do have a job down here.

We know Miss Dalgleish
is staying in the house?

She is, with the director
and the leading man.

The rest are going to
put up in the village.

Now,
I need to go and see Lady Mary.

Oh, don't worry, Daisy.

Anna will find a way
to get you in there.

Well, I'd exchange it all for
a trip to the south of France.

Daisy?

He's opposed, I'm afraid, milady,

and says he must stand watch
and keep them in check.

I don't know how
helpful that will be.

We've got to get rid of him.

But how?

I should travel to France with
the rest of the party? Really?

She worries that everything will be
odd and foreign for His Lordship.

And neither Mr.
Bates nor Miss Baxter

will have the authority to make
sure it's all done properly.

Yes. I see.

His Lordship needs you, Charlie.

Only you can show them how
things should be managed.

Don't you worry about that.

They'd better be warned.

The British are coming.

But what would I do with him?

And wouldn't it be rather an
imposition on the Montmirails?

He longs to be useful to you,
Papa, as he always did.

Couldn't you give him the feeling that
he'd help you just by being there?

I will if you insist, but it
seems very sentimental to me.

Hold it right there.

Right, you lot, go behind him.

You two, come on, pull along.

- Follow the wardrobe mistress.
- Pass me those.

- She'll show you where to go.
- Thank you.

- No, that's private.
- Oh, I see.

- This way.
- Here they are.

Excuse me, gentlemen.

Yes, please. That's it.

You're an angel.

Hello, Mr. Molesley.
Why are you here?

You know I love anything
to do with films.

Well, I know you enjoy
a trip to the pictures.

Oh, no, it's more than that.

For me, Hollywood is the
ultimate dream factory.

And I need dreams as
much as the next man.

All this for one woman.

I give you Miss
Dalgleish's wardrobe.

I know, but just fancy.

No, do it properly.

Sorry.

Nice and steady, lads.
Keep it moving.

Keep it just over there.

- Thank you very much.
- Right you are.

Watch your footing.

Oh, you're all here,
hiding from the invaders.

Sybbie!

Hello, darling.

What a lovely surprise.

Tom had her driven so she could be
with her cousins while we're in France.

Oh, we've been talking about you.

About me, Donk? Why?

Any number of reasons, all good.

May I present Miss Dalgleish.

My father, Lord Grantham.

She is one of the
stars of our film.

I can easily believe it.

Welcome to Downton, Miss Dalgleish.

The modern world comes to Downton.

You've told our host in France
that we're staying at an hotel?

Oh, he wouldn't hear of it.

He insists we stay at the villa.

Even though we're there
to steal it from them?

He seems a very nice chap,
and his English is flawless,

which is more than can
be said for my French.

Mr. Guy Dexter.

Welcome, Mr. Dexter.

I'm Lord Grantham.

This is my daughter,
Lady Mary Talbot.

She'll look after you, as the rest
of us are off to the Riviera.

But I hope you'll
enjoy yourself here.

I'd come with you if I could.

- You're English?
- Yes.

I went over to America ten
years ago to try my luck,

and I've been there ever since.

I'm not the only one.

They call us the Hollywood Raj, and
we all play cricket once a week.

And the weather never stops play.

Do you know the south of France?

Last time I was there, I was
marooned on the roof of the Negresco

with Ronald Colman
and Gloria Swanson.

On the roof?

You can tell us the rest
of that story at dinner.

- When are you leaving?
- Tomorrow.

Uh, Dover, Calais and then
the Blue Train down to Nice.

How enviable that sounds.

When do you expect your director?

Oh, he'll be here for dinner.
Don't you think, Myrna?

How should I know?

Myrna Dalgleish in this house.

It seems incredible.

Her dad sold fruit in the old
Borough Market. Now look at her.

A goddess of the screen.

And you're going to be her maid.

She's brought a
mountain of luggage,

so I thought you and Anna could go
together right now and offer to unpack.

Just remember,
neither of you know this woman.

She may not be the film star
you see in the fan magazines.

Well,
there's only one way to find out.

Thank you.

The Lady Grantham.

I'm sorry to burst in on you.

Not at all.

The fact is I've made a new will, and I
need you both to witness my signature.

I'm just fussing.

It's only my jewelry
and a few other pieces.

It's always a good idea to
bring these things up to date.

Murray was down anyway, so I thought
I would take advantage of that.

I'm glad you've come,
because I wanted to tell you

that Violet has asked us
to go through her things.

What? Why has she asked you?

I really don't know, but,
of course, anything of interest

will be referred to Robert and you.

I just thought you
ought to be told.

Well, she wants her death to
be ordered and free of bother.

It's all very Violet-like, really.

- Are we wrong to go to France?
- Oh, certainly not.

Mary can send a telegram
if there are any dark developments.

But there won't be.

I don't pretend I've always worshipped
at her shrine, but it will be strange.

And Mary will miss
her when she's gone.

Mary will become her,
so the gap will be filled.

And now I must run.

I'm making dinner
late by being here.

I'll see you when we get back.

Yes, of course.

She's right. It will be strange.

I shall miss having a sparring
partner to keep me trim.

Be careful how you
handle them clothes.

They're haute couture.

I should go to Lady Mary and
Lady Hexham to help them dress,

so I'll leave Daisy
with the unpacking.

I'll be back when you're at dinner.

So long as it's finished and the
trunks are gone when I come up.

What were you doing on
the roof of the Negresco?

Oh, it was a scavenger hunt,
and we needed a chimney pot.

But when we got up there,
they were huge,

so we smashed one
and all took a piece.

Oh, was the manager pleased?

Well, it was good publicity.

Is there such a thing
as good publicity?

There is if you're in the movies.

Well, I suppose the Russians
smash their glasses for good luck.

And now film people smash other
people's property for good publicity.

Is this true, Miss Dalgleish?

Oh, I don't do nothing
unless I feel like it.

Oh, how musical you make it sound.

Hold the plate nearer.

How did you become a film actress?

A talent scout spotted me.

Because I'm so beautiful.

It seems wonderfully romantic.

Well, it's not that romantic.

Not when you know that every man in
the room just wants to give you one.

What a colorful life you lead.

H-Have you made many kinematographs
traveling around the country?

I'm afraid I'm rather
glad to be missing it.

Well, I know you're only doing it
for the money, but that's all right.

What I never understand is how
you remember all those lines.

Well, it's not theater.

In fact, I'm not even
sure it's proper acting.

Oh, but isn't that about to change?

Aren't films starting to talk?

Couple of words here or there.
Nothing to frighten the horses.

Says who?

Get me a creme de menthe.

Would it be possible to
remind Miss Dalgleish

that the servants work hard in this
house and they are doing their best?

They're not used to rudeness.

Well, she's not used to criticism.

Her face on the screen
sells a million tickets,

- and she knows it.
- Cheers.

I see.

Well, I got my first
picture when I was 20.

Thank you.

I'm the butler, sir.

Please tell me if there's
anything you need.

Anything I need?

Seems rather a tall order.

I'm sorry. I'm-I'm teasing you.

What I should've said was
I have everything I need.

Thank you so much.

Very good, sir.

Oh, put that guidebook down,
Charlie, and go to sleep.

Mm, let me finish the chapter.

You won't believe
what these people eat.

Sorry.

- Come on, Carson.
- Coming through.

Let's run for it before
things get any worse.

I hope you've got a Mediterranean
version of that outfit, or you'll boil.

Don't worry about me, milord.

And you're going to be good,
aren't you?

Goodbye, Papa.

- Look after Teo.
- Of course.

Now, have a lovely time,
no matter what they're like.

Yeah. We'll do our best.

Now, don't get into any scrapes.

I have found,
when dealing with foreigners,

if one speaks loudly and slowly,
they'll bend to your will.

Not too loudly and not too slowly.

Uh, no, no, Andrew. Andrew. No, no.

Thank you, Bates.

We've come to wish you luck.

Well, you only just caught us, as
we set off on our strange mission.

Well.

I'm sorry you'll miss the filming.

Will you watch it while we're away?

I will if they let me.

Try and enjoy yourself.

No need to say the same to you.

Please make sure that
Johnnie keeps his nose clean.

It will be done, sir.

Everyone aboard or
we'll miss the train.

Don't think I've ever seen so
many lovely-looking ladies.

Cup of tea for Miss Dalgleish.

I've just made some.
Daisy can take it up.

Oh, I'll do that. I want to.

No, let me. Please.

Lady Mary won't mind.
I'm begging you.

Steady on, Daisy.

Uh, but I'll fetch the tray after.

This is for you, Miss Dalgleish.

I never got chance to say how
exciting it is that you're here.

I love your pictures.

You've been such an
inspiration to me.

Since I first saw Star-Crossed...

- Can we get a move on?
- Right away.

Positions, everyone.

She's the actress?

Roll the camera.

Harry.

And action!

You walk downstairs
and find him with your eyes.

You halt and walk on.

But he's waiting for you.

Tell her she looks beautiful.

You're delighted to hear it,
but you cannot admit it.

You look into his eyes.

Will you let him kiss you?

It feels as if you might.

Wait! Wait! Who's he?

Cut, cut, cut, cut.

So... I'm ever so sorry.

Wait, I-I can't work like this.

Oh, it's Molesley.

He's a great favorite here.

You don't mind him watching,
do you?

I'm sure they don't
mind him watching.

They just don't want him in it.

No. Well spotted.

So now you just do it all again?

Exactly.

I'd rather earn my
living down a mine.

First positions please.

Roll the camera.

Harry.

And action!

- As if he did that again.
- Coming down the stairs,

not expecting to find him
there waiting for you.

If I'd known we were all going
to be staying at the villa,

- I'm not sure I'd have come.
- Why not?

You don't think it might
be a little awkward?

When we've appropriated
this family's home?

I'm not sure that's the
sensible way to look at it.

I'm just glad Sybbie will be on much
more equal terms with her cousins.

Violet is giving your child a great
opportunity, a real start in life.

Does her generosity surprise you?

Attila the Hun loved his family.

You all right, Mr. Carson?

"All right" Is not the first
phrase that springs to mind.

I've brought you some chicken soup,
Mr. Carson.

I think she sounds very rude.

I expect she's done in.

Well, it must be difficult when
the whole film depends on you.

It depends on Mr. Dexter, too,
and he seems very well-mannered.

And so attractive.

Are you up to something?

If I were, would I tell you?

Mr. Molesley's in the film now.

I wasn't sure where to stand.

Why don't we let the film
people get on with their work

while we get on with ours.

Listen to him, Daisy, before
you run away to join the circus.

I say, how are we all?
How did we all survive?

- All right?
- Yes.

- Well, shall we?
- Oh, the color of the sea.

Monsieur de Montmirail?

Lord Grantham. Bienvenu.

Well, we've become quite a party.

I'm afraid we've even
brought our butler.

I'm not quite sure why.

But how chic.

Now, come in, everybody.

- Come on.
- Just going to feel like I need a drink.

And I could do with a sit-down.

I can imagine.

Welcome.

Merci.

Maman.

May I present Lord Grantham.

My mother.
La Marquise de Montmirail.

Madame.

Uh, this is Lady Grantham,
Lord and Lady Hexham,

Lady Bagshaw and Mr.
And Mrs. Branson.

Ah, Monsieur Branson,
father of the lucky child.

How happy you must be.

My wife and I are
very glad to be here.

I must say straightaway how
kind you are to include us all.

We're delighted, Lord Hexham.

Aren't we, maman?

Delighted.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

- Thank you.
- Uh, mind you eat them slowly.

Mr. Mason.

How are you? Are you on
your way back to the farm?

I wanted to give the
young couple a break.

They're never alone.

They always have to put up with me.

Well,
it's your house to do as you like.

But I want them to
feel it's their home,

so that when I surrender the
tenancy, they'll take it on.

What will you do?

Don't you worry about me.

You've got your own concerns.

Well, I do worry about you.

Oh, thank you.

Call sheets for tomorrow will be issued
in an hour and delivered to your digs.

A good day?

It's always good if we
get through the schedule.

What's that? Good news, I hope.

Not really.

My husband isn't coming
back when he said.

Must be a disappointment.

It's a disappointment
but not a surprise.

Half past 8:00 is too late for me.

I like to eat at 7:00.

It's difficult for the kitchen
if we change the usual timings.

I wish I could see the star magic.

Well, I tell you what.

One of her films is
showing in Thirsk.

Why don't we catch it?

I should say no.

Why?

None of your family's here.
You're your own mistress.

All right.

I'll warn Barrow,
put on a coat and tell Granny.

Now, Granny, don't be cross, but
I'm going into Thirsk to see a film.

On your own?

With Mr. Barber, the director.

Have you heard from Henry lately?

He sent a telegram today.

He's not coming back yet.

Denker, change of plan.

I won't get dressed.

I'll have my dinner on a tray.

Milady.

I am sorry.

It's not your fault that Miss Dalgleish
has all the charm of a verruca.

Well, Mr. Dexter's nice.

He can stick up for
himself without my help.

Doesn't filming interest you?

I watched some of it.

I'd rather eat pebbles.

In fact,
I think I'll retire to my bed.

At least until they've all gone.

Should I be worried?

Well, Florence Nightingale took
to her bed at the age of 38.

She died at 90.

You would tell me, wouldn't you?

What do you think?

Go on.

And you, Lord Grantham?

Are you familiar with
the south of France?

I know Lord Brougham
first made it fashionable

in the 1830s when
he was chancellor.

So you're only taking back
what is yours by right?

I wouldn't say that, but I do
see why you find it upsetting.

But here you are, eyeing up the
furniture, measuring the curtains.

Maman, please.

We can always buy another villa.

We're here because
your son invited us.

But I suppose I would like to know
why your husband did what he did.

I've asked our lawyer to
join us here in a few days.

I think it's an excellent idea.

Until then,
I hope you'll enjoy your stay.

Your butler lends a welcome air
of splendor to the proceedings.

But he can stand
down if you prefer.

Why, when the villa already
belongs to your granddaughter?

Lady Bagshaw,
please come and sit here.

I am so sorry.

I laid down for five minutes,
shut my eyes, and that was it.

I was gone.

Welcome to the Villa of the Doves.

- You must come here a lot.
- We do.

Or rather, we did,
before you entered our lives.

Always in the winter for
as long as I can remember.

But now coming in the warmer
months is catching on.

I'm planning an article on that.

You're a writer, Lady Hexham?

More of a journalist, I'm afraid.

I have a magazine,
and I'm taking back control of it.

What's your article about?

Oh, uh, Scott Fitzgerald,
Zelda, Coco Chanel.

All the people that got the
hotels to stay open in July.

Can I publish some
pictures of the villa?

Might that be possible?

Of course.

If we can see the images
before you use them.

Ah, you're obviously not the
first journalist he's met.

Tickets, please.

We're going to have to
defer our appreciation

of Miss Dalgleish's
attractions to another time.

This isn't her film.

The Terror is the first all-talking
picture to show in Britain.

- I thought that was The Jazz Singer.
- Oh, no.

In that, Al Jolson just says
a few words to his old mother.

Oh, and sings.

In this,
they talk all the way through.

Where's the Rialto?

Uh, take the next left and park.

Lady Mary's gone to the pictures
in Thirsk with Mr. Barber,

and old Lady Grantham's
eating in her room.

So Mr. Dexter and Miss
Dalgleish will be dining alone.

Have you let Mrs. Patmore know?

I have.

We all pity Mr. Dexter.

What's the matter?

Oh, you wouldn't be interested,
Mrs. Hughes.

Try me.

If you want to.

When we had the royal visit, do
you remember a valet called Ellis?

I do.

You and he were quite friendly,
I recall.

I had a letter from
him this morning

saying he's getting married.

And that's sad?

I know it shouldn't be.

Mr. Barrow,
your path in life is a hard one.

Most people in your position
choose to hide behind appearances

that will allow them to avoid
persecution and rejection.

He's surely not to
be blamed for it.

It isn't what I want, Mrs. Hughes.

Then you're a brave man.

But you're also destined
to be a lonely one.

Unless you're very fortunate.

I thought you said her face
could sell a million tickets.

Not in Thirsk, apparently.

But you're right, of course.

She is very beautiful.

How wonderful this is.

I'm still curious as
to why we're here.

If you'd come to England,
you could have met Mama,

which would've made more sense.

It was you I wanted to meet
more than old Lady Grantham.

And your mother?

The situation is more delicate
for her, but she'll be all right.

I'll make sure of that.

That way.

What do think their game is?

To lull us into a sense of security
then whack us with a lawsuit?

Maybe they want us to feel guilty
and withdraw from the field.

I think it's just that Monsieur
de Montmirail loved his father,

and he intends to
carry out his wishes.

And we're here to represent Granny,
the mystery figure in all this.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Glare. Um, no.

Um, cover.

C... Uh, cool.

Yes.

Carson?

May I be of help?

I thought maybe this one.

It makes you look like
King Zog of Albania.

Yeah.

Oh, perfect.

No, no, no.

I wouldn't hear of it.

It was my choice, so I should pay.

Yeah,
but I'm the one who has to wear it.

Thanks for your custom, sir.

Both you and your wife.

If you were selling menswear
when you first got to Hollywood,

how did you break into films?

Well, one day, they asked me
to pose for a trade journal

in a suit that they were marketing,
and an agent came and signed me up.

Because you're so handsome.

I thought they were excited
by my acting talent.

Come on, girls. Get to wardrobe.

We all want to go home.

Now you know why I'm in the movies.

How did you become a butler?

Well, it's a lot less glamorous.

I got a job as a hallboy.

Then I was a junior footman, first
footman, valet and finally butler.

There's not much I couldn't tell
you about how to run a house, sir.

See, that's the difference
between you and me.

I don't know what I'm
doing half the time.

That's not what it looks like.

Oh, thank you, Mr...?

Just Barrow, sir.

Right, Guy. Let's rehearse please.

Myrna, say the line.

I saved you a mallet.

I always think they look
like instruments of war.

It's because they are.

There's a telephone call for you.

A Mr. Bullock. He says it's urgent.

Five minutes, everyone!

There's a drama going on below.

The man in charge was shouting
down the telephone when I came up.

Apparently, they're making
the wrong sort of film.

Is there a right sort?

Well, all I know is it seems the
public only want films that talk.

I should've thought the best thing
about films is that you can't hear them.

Be even better if you
couldn't see them either.

Everybody, gather around, please!

Everybody!

We are suspending production.

I-I know. I know.

I'm sorry to be the
bearer of bad news.

We'll contact you all when
we've finalized our plans.

Thank you.

What is it? What's happened?

Well, it seems the talkies are
making too much money to ignore,

while our picture is silent and too
expensive to make its costs back,

so they want to cut their
losses and shut us down.

- But how sad.
- It is worse than sad

for the men and
women working on it.

We still owe our extras back pay,
and now they're out of a job.

- I told you. I...
- Excuse me.

Myrna.

W-Why is he stopping?

Apparently, silent films
aren't making any money now.

I saw it the other night.

The cinema was almost empty.

What a shame.

I feel sorry for Mr. Barber.

- He doesn't deserve this.
- Enough.

I wish I could help.

I wish you could, too,
but I don't see how.

We're making a silent.

They only want to release talkies,
so...

Well, why couldn't this be
turned into a talking film?

What would that mean?

Getting a technician
down from London.

He could record sound for
scenes we've already made and...

And then put new
speeches into the rest.

Why wouldn't that work?

Mr. Mason's driving me mad.

Every cup and saucer
has to be right.

The fact is you're
his daughter-in-law.

His son died in the war.

I mean, it's no wonder he and I
rub each other up the wrong way.

Well, it's a shame he's getting on
your nerves because he's a lovely chap.

And he thinks the world of you,
Daisy.

Weren't you sweet on him once?

About a hundred years ago.

I hear there's a sound expert
coming down from London.

Don't remind me.

Are you all right?

Can I help?

No one can help me now.

Well.

If it isn't Just Barrow.

Sir?

I've just been thinking
how much more interesting

this great house is than
our silly little film.

Don't call me "Sir."

Is there anything I can do?

Well, not unless you've got
some ideas for my next career.

I don't understand.

Films have been mime until now.

Mime with music.

Now with the new talkies,
they're gonna be about acting.

They won't want us.

They'll hire real actors
from the theater, and...

we'll be finished.

But you've got a good voice.

There may be new faces coming in,

but the public won't want to say
goodbye to all their old favorites.

I hope you're right.

Sir.

That's the Duke...

That's the Duke of
Westminster's yacht.

Let me sum up.

In the years since 1864, the late
Marquis de Montmirail made four wills.

In every one, he refers to the fact
that he gave the Villa des Colombes

to the now Dowager Countess
of Grantham in 1865.

I brought the originals.

I will leave copies.

Then clearly it wasn't
something that slipped his mind.

He meant to do this thing,
and he stuck by his decision.

I feel better for that.

She must have had
some hold over him.

She must have blackmailed him.

Maman, this is a foolish response.

We shall challenge it in court.

On what basis, madame?

You have other houses.

There's no question of hardship.

Your husband bought the villa and
disposed of it before he even met you.

My advice would be to surrender
the property without delay.

Thank you so much.

- Do you mean to accept this?
- Of course.

My father made me sole executor,
Lord Grantham.

I like to think it was because he
trusted me to carry out his wishes.

Then why did you invite us here?

Because I was curious to meet you.

My father and your mother spent
a week together in October 1864.

And I was born in July 1865.

Precisely.

I think that's the key to why he
gave her the villa one month later.

In gratitude for your birth.

In short, I believe you and I
have a great deal in common.

- We should thank old Lady Grantham.
- Of course.

At least now we know that
for her to have the villa

wasn't a random choice
or a foolish mistake

but a decision that was firmly
endorsed over many years.

Feels funny, in a way, to know my own
child is part of this golden circle

where, because of your blood,
lovely things happen.

Just as Mary will have Downton
and we will have Brompton.

Yes, but they're working estates.

This place was made
for laughter and fun.

Wouldn't Sybil have been
pleased for her daughter?

And encouraged her to use
it for the good of others?

Yes, I think she would.

Then let's do the same.

I long to bring Sybbie here.

She'll love it.

Look at that view.

Don't you feel
grateful we're alive?

I love you, you know.

In a way I thought
I'd never love again.

And I love you.

So that's all right.

Shall we go back in?
The water is...

They look very happy together.

So they should.

It's thrilling for Sybbie,
for all of them.

I like the idea of Tom and Lucy
hosting a gathering here every summer,

until it becomes a
family tradition.

The sun has made me sleepy.

If you'll excuse me, I think
I'll have a nap before dinner.

You look a little tired, too.

Why don't you do the same?

I won't be too long.

She's right. You do look tired.

Never sure how helpful it is
for people to point it out.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Keep writing, whatever happens.

Mama, if something is troubling
you, please just say it.

No, no, it's nothing, honestly.

I've had to change the setting
of the dinner table again,

but I think they've got the hang of
ironing His Lordship's shirts at last.

You should've let me do that.

They must be very grateful
for your help, Mr. Carson.

Well, maybe.

When I showed them how to do it,

they certainly spoke a lot of
French very loud and very fast.

Is anything settled yet?

It seems the villa now
belongs to Miss Sybbie.

Lucky girl.

Do you envy her, Miss Baxter?

I'm not a big believer in envy,
Mr. Bates.

I know what I want, and I can live
without a villa in the south of France.

What do you want, Miss Baxter?

Oh, come now, Mr. Carson.

We all know what Miss Baxter wants.

Her affections are
very firmly engaged.

Not engaged.

Not engaged in that way,
perhaps, but thoroughly taken.

Are we discussing Mr. Molesley?

We are.

But suppose he never
steps up to the mark?

Then I will be a spinster.

You'd never marry anyone else?

It took me long enough to find him.

Madame.

I don't know how long
he's thought about it,

but once he checked the dates,
he was sure.

I was born exactly nine
months after... and I quote...

the "idyllic interlude"
they spent together.

And he gave her the villa
soon after I was born.

I'm sure that's all coincidence.

Are you?

It would explain the mystery.

Your father loved you very much.

But Rosamund's the one
who looks like him.

I hope this helps, milady.

Thank you, Baxter.

- Good night.
- Good night.

What's that for? Are you all right?

Just a bit of heartburn. I'm fine.

What will happen if the
story gets out, do you think?

I suppose Carson will
hand in his notice.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're the least French
person I've ever met.

You don't even like garlic.

That's not exactly cast-iron proof.

How have they managed this so fast?

Because time is money.

The problem now is what
are the actors gonna say.

What do you mean?

Well, I write the lines for them, but
they don't always stick to the text,

and often we can't really remember
what the actors have actually said.

Why not let Mr. Molesley help?

Why? What could he do?

Well, he's the village schoolmaster,
and I know he can lip-read.

I'm sure he could
sort something out.

That's certainly true.

And he's been here every day as
it is and watched all the scenes.

Right, Mr. Barber. I'm ready.

Bring on the thespians.

That looks very professional,
milady, if you don't mind my saying.

It's the new Speed Reflex.

You can see the image
before you take it.

Oh, what will they think of next?

How are you getting on downstairs?

All right, I think, sir.

Although, they're very French,
the French, aren't they?

I suppose they're bound to be.

I suppose they are.

Poor things.

Now, this is pretty good, but,
Carson, could you move the telephone?

It spoils it a bit.

It's lovely to see you
enjoying your labors.

It feels good to have a...

Foothold in the real world again?

Something like that, yes.

Oh, my goodness.

What is it?

Look.

Who is she?

That is the Lady Grantham
I first went to work for

as a young hallboy
wet behind the ears.

Granny?

Heavens.

Thank you, Carson.
Could you leave us for a moment?

What does it say?

"Violette, mon ador�e."

Gosh.

Mary had a little lamb.

Its fleece was white as snow.

Right, Mr. Stubbins, are you ready?

As ready as I can be, Mr. Barber,

when I've not controlled the
soundproofing or the set.

If we could have Mr. Dexter,
please.

Guy?

Where are the lines?

I'm so sorry.

No, no, no.

- Thank you.
- And here.

Now,
time your speech to match the film.

No, no, no. Don't lean in.

And try not to move your head.

All right.

Ring the bell for silence!

And...

Rolling sound.

"Well, if it isn't Lady Anne.

"I thought you might find me.

"No one can keep a
secret these days.

"May I remind you it's
my future to throw away.

No, wait. Don't go."

Cut.

Well done.

Miss Dalgleish.

Ready.

And action.

"I knew where you'd be.

I only came to..."

Hang on a minute.
I turned me head round there.

- You...
- Oh, y-yes.

I-I've written a line
to cover that. You see?

"I've only come to stop you
throwing away your future."

You... y-you turn back on "future."

Right.

And action.

"I knew where you'd be.

I've only come to stop you
throwing away your future."

Louder, Miss Dalgleish!

"I can't stay and watch
you ruin yourself.

- Um, I must..."
- Cut. Cut.

Thank you, Myrna.
Could I have a moment?

You all right?

Now what?

Mr. Stubbins?

Oh, I am here to record sound, Mr.
Barber, not to perform miracles.

The Lady Anne Erskine she is not.

Couldn't she just learn the accent
a bit better and do it again?

People spend lives trying to learn
this particular accent and failing.

George Bernard Shaw
wrote a play about it.

Uh, you could do it, milady.

You saw how Mr. Dexter managed.

It can't be that hard.

- But I couldn't.
- What?

You couldn't do the accent?

I think you could. I think you do.

- But I'm not an actress.
- Well, is Myrna an actress?

Are you keen to see
her Hedda Gabler?

Even so.

Look, just-just try it.

If you can't do it,
we'll shut down, possibly for good.

If you can,
you'll allow us to keep going.

Please.

How do we deal with Miss Dalgleish?

Oh, right now, um,
get her back upstairs.

We need to know if
this is gonna work.

I'll do that.

Miss Dalgleish?

- Here are the lines, milady.
- Thank you.

I don't know how I get
myself into these things.

"I knew where you'd be.

"I've only come to stop you
throwing away your future.

"I can't stay and watch
you ruin yourself.

I must."

And cut.

Play them together.

Well, if it isn't Lady Anne.

I thought you might find me.

No one can keep a
secret these days.

I knew where you'd be.

I've only come to stop you
throwing away your future.

May I remind you it's
my future to throw away.

I can't stay and watch
you ruin yourself.

No, wait.

Don't go.

I must.

I do hope that was a prop.

When was it painted?

And why was she his adored one?

Because she granted
the ultimate favor?

They were only together
for a few days.

Does it sound likely?

And it's just a coincidence that
Papa was born nine months later?

I expect, when she got home, your
grandpapa was jolly pleased to see her.

Anyway, what's clear is Monsieur de
Montmirail was madly in love with her.

- When did he marry?
- Oh, I know that. I looked him up.

He married in 1870,
five years after Robert was born.

And the present marquis
arrived in 1873.

So the villa was a sort of
parting gift to your grandmother

before he looked around for a wife.

That's what it sounds like.

Evidently.

I'm gonna sound him out.

- About Mrs. Patmore.
- You can't.

I can.

You know she's got
a house of her own.

You know she's lonely.

It's a solution for all of us.

You look very conspiratorial.

We were talking about Mrs. Patmore
and how much she likes you.

Does she indeed?

Well, I like her.

- She's a fine woman.
- She is.

But I worry sometimes
that she's lonely.

She's got her own cottage,
of course,

but I think she'd like
some company in it.

I know what you're thinking,
but the answer's no.

You've always said you admired her.

And so I do.

But I couldn't live off a woman.

It wouldn't be right.

- Even if she wanted it?
- Even then.

There are things that are right and
there are things that are wrong,

and I can't change that.

Thank you for taking it on.

I owe you a great deal.

Is everything in order?

Well, once we've recorded sound
for the scenes we've already shot,

we'll need new material
for what's left...

M-May I have a word, Mr. Barber?

Of course.

I-I've been through
all the dialogue cards

that w-would've been shown
if the picture were silent,

and I've started to sketch out scenes
that would cover the needs of the plot.

You mean you've written a play?

Well, I've started one.

- Could I read these scenes?
- Of course.

And if you're content,
I'll do the rest.

Am I bound by the plot synopsis?

For instance,
when she finally casts him off,

might it not be better
with a big romantic climax?

I don't understand.

Well, Bill Benson's about to
throw away his life on the tables.

Alone, hollow and without hope.

Then suddenly he lifts his face

and sees Anne standing there,
tall, serene, graceful,

her eyes shining with unshed tears.

On an impulse,
he snatches back his money.

Rien ne va plus!

The wheel spins.

And every last thing he
owns would have gone.

But no.

Her love,
her beauty have saved him.

She takes his hand,
and they walk away.

Together.

The end.

I think I'm going to cry.

Mr. Molesley,
please finish the script

however you think best
and bring it to me.

Right.

- You say he used to work here?
- Yes.

He was a footman.

But we weren't aware
of his hidden talents.

Poor Carson. He must be
cooking in those heavy clothes.

Isn't there a lighter
version he could wear?

- I believe so.
- Thank you, monsieur,

but we English are never too
hot to wear the correct attire.

I've invited some friends tomorrow to
say goodbye and introduce all of you.

But the presence of your butler
reminds me that we are now your guests

and I should have
asked your permission.

Oh, please.

Let us drink to your fortunate
granddaughter, Sybil Branson.

- To Sybbie.
- Sybbie.

I wish she were here.
I should like to meet her.

I hope you will one day.

She's a lovely girl.

It's nice to hear a
stepmother talk like that.

You must be pleased the
way things have turned out.

When people you love
have a stroke of luck,

it's almost better than
being lucky yourself.

Almost but not quite.

Yeah.

You know the miniatures
in the library?

One of them is of Granny,
and it's engraved on the side.

I've seen it.

I have been obliged to see it
there for more than half a century.

But he forbade me to move it.

He made me swear.

Any more news from Mr. Talbot?

Not since the cable I showed you.

You must be missing him, milady.

I just hope he misses me.

His Lordship will be home soon.

I'm afraid he'll be in for a shock.

Have you enjoyed the filming?

In a way.

I like Mr. Barber and Mr. Dexter and
watching how a film is made, but...

I feel a bit let down, too.

By Miss Dalgleish?

It sounds stupid, but...

I thought we might become friends.

They say it can be a mistake
to meet your favorite stars.

In this case, they'd be right.

*Crazy rhythm,
here's the doorway*

*I go my way, you go your way...*

So do I.

Are you feeling happy?

I am, but there's work to be done.

And the more hard work involved,
the happier you'll be.

Well, you know me already.

And, yes, I mean to enjoy
Sybbie's good fortune.

I want us all to enjoy it.

Congratulations, Tom.

You're a leopard who has
successfully changed his spots.

*Crazy rhythm,
I've gone crazy, too...*

*Crazy rhythm,
I've gone crazy, too.*

Ah, he's too fast.

- Another one.
- Oh, no.

Where's the ball?

He's gone.

Ah, good hit.

Yes. How's that?

George should be in bed,
or at least on his way there.

Do you have other children?

A daughter, Caroline,
with my second husband.

George's father was killed in
a car accident seven years ago,

on the day George was born.

He held the baby in his arms
and died on the way home.

My God.

What was he like?

He was perfect, really.

As handsome as a
prince in a fairy tale.

Moral, strong, full of dreams,
determined to do his bit.

- Do you miss him?
- Of course.

Although I sometimes wonder what life
would've made of him if he'd lived.

In a way...

In a way?

I was going to say, in a way,
you remind me of him.

Although I couldn't tell you why.

I'm flattered.

What about your present husband?

Oh, Henry's much more pragmatic.

There are no dreams about him.
He's a doer.

And he must test his powers of
endurance from morning till night.

But he's a good workmate.

Is he handsome, too?

Oh, yes.

I like them handsome.

But there's trouble in paradise?

You don't need me to tell you that
marriage is a novel, not a short story.

Full of plot twists along the way.

Suppose it comes down to
whether or not you love him.

Really, Mr. Barber?

Is this because you
work in the films?

I think I've said more than
enough for one evening.

So I hope you will warmly welcome
our successors of the villa.

And with the Bransons,
perhaps you'll see Lord Grantham,

whom I think I may now call my...

my good friend.

Take them to your hearts.

*There are blues*

*That you get from worry*

*There are blues*

*That you get from pain...*

He's handled it all
with such good manners.

Because he thinks I'm his brother.

For a second there,
I thought he was going to say it.

You can't talk like that.
Your father loved you.

- Enough.
- But it's not enough, is it?

Not when I might be
a lifelong fraud.

A Frenchman's bastard who usurped
the role of the proper heir.

But that would've been Matthew's father,
and now Matthew's son will inherit,

so what difference does
it make in the long run?

*The silent blues
that's on my mind*

*They're the very meanest kind*

*The blues my naughty
sweetie gives to me...*

I'm afraid it's a real blow for
Papa to find he may be an impostor.

If it's true, he'll be crushed.

Maman.

You know, I've enjoyed
watching you work out here.

I had a sort of flash of
what you've been missing.

It seems I'm not quite ready to say
goodbye to that side of my life.

I've looked at the miniature,
Lady Hexham, and, uh, you're right.

The matter is settled.

Please take it home
for your grandmother.

It's hers anyway.

Merci.

Edouard, you're losing your mind.

All this happened so long ago
before he met you.

I feel we should honour his wishes.

Excuse me a moment.

What is it?

Whatever your secret may be, isn't
it a good time to share it with Papa?

Yeah,
it's nothing compared to the sea.

- That was beautiful.
- It was...

You've been so gracious,
but it's time for us to go home.

We'll be gone, too, before long.

As you know, the contents of the
house already belong to your mother.

Oh,
you must take whatever you want.

No. His wishes are clear.

I don't understand you.

We're going to lose the villa,
isn't that enough?

We're not losing it. We're
transferring it to my brother.

Don't call him that.

Well,
our lawyers can manage the rest.

I know it's late,
but can we go for a walk?

Yes, of course.

Monsieur, we are in your debt.

Thank you.

- Madame.
- Thank you.

And did he please me?
Your blessed father?

Ask yourself that.

I don't believe this
is what I deserve.

*Am I blue?*

*Am I blue?*

*Ain't these tears in my eyes*

*Tellin' you...*

Why didn't you tell me before?

I was going to, and then
suddenly we were coming here.

But you should never
have come here.

We have to get you
to a proper doctor,

and I don't mean some
quack in Marseilles.

Dr. Clarkson is more than capable
of coming up with a diagnosis.

Then we'll go to London.

We'll-we'll go to
America if we have to.

We'll discuss it when we know more.

You should have told me!

With the chance of a last treat
before illness took over our lives?

It may not be as bad as that.

Robert,
I've run the hospital for years.

Do you think I just sat
there with my ears blocked?

Oh, no. No, no, no.

No. No.

This is not what I wanted at all.

We're not sad people.

My being ill now
doesn't make us sad.

Oh, my God. Oh, my...

To lose my mother and my name.

Must I lose you, too?

- I can't bear it.
- If I can bear it, you can.

Remember,
I loved you from the start.

I loved you before you loved me.

I've always been ashamed of that.

Don't be. I had money.
You needed it.

And then love came.

And we have been happy, haven't we?

Oh, darling.

You have been everything to me.

Everything.

And I hope I can be
everything for a while yet.

Now...

...we must make an early start tomorrow,
and it's hours past my bedtime.

Oh, dear.

Hope we can still get
tickets on the Blue Train.

Oh, yes.

Why is the camera in a padded cell?

Anyone would think
it was a lunatic.

Well, it's certainly unpredictable.

The microphone must not pick up any
noise unless I have approved it.

The padded box contains the
sound of the camera working.

So we're really in your hands now,
Mr. Stubbins.

Your words, not mine.

Everyone ready?

Let's go for a take. And...

Uh, please be aware of
where the microphones are

and speak clearly.

And, uh, this time, Myrna,
mime but don't talk.

- Not a word. Do you understand?
- I'm not stupid.

We only want to hear Lady Mary.

Mary, please.

Very good.

Uh, Albert,
you ready with the clapstick?

Ring the bell.

Roll the camera.

Albert.

And...

...action.

Madame, Messieurs,
placez vos paris.

Bill.

You came back.

and I always come back.

- Sorry.
- Cut!

Sorry.

Uh, everyone, back to ones, please.

Roll the camera.

And... action.

Madame, Messieurs,
placez vos paris.

Bill.

You came back.

and I always come back.

- Sorry!
- Cut!

But it's just very difficult for me
because she's right in me ear!

And you've got me
coming out a bush!

I understand. Reset please.

Bill.

You came back.

and I always come back.

- Bloody hell!
- There's no need to swear, is there?

- Myrna, I- I'm sorry. I'm sorry.
- Right, that's it.

- I've had enough.
- Myrna.

You take your hands off me.

- Get out of my way!
- Myrna, darling!

No!

Now what?

I knew she'd be trouble
right from the start.

She's rude. She's surly.

True,
but now she also feels humiliated.

Moving her mouth while Lady
Mary's voice comes out of it.

And this is her first sound film.

What happens to her next?

I suppose her career's finished.

I suppose a lot of
them are finished.

The point is they've got
to get her back to work.

But what if she won't come?
They can't force her.

Why don't you two have a go?

You know how to reason with her.

They don't.

Myrna, darling, please come down.

We can't do anything without you.

You can talk without me!

Just go away!

Milady.

I think it would be a
good idea to let the maids

see if they can make her
comfortable, Mr. Barber.

All right. If you think so, yeah.

Stand back, everybody.

Please let us in, Miss Dalgleish.

We understand what
you're going through.

That's true, and you know it.

I'm not going down just so they
can humiliate me and laugh at me.

They won't do that.

You should've heard
them at every premiere.

"Don't speak.
Don't open your mouth."

They despise me.

Why didn't you take
elocution lessons?

Lots of people do.

I tried. I couldn't get it.

Couldn't get the knack.

Something's upset you
since the day you got here.

- What is it?
- It's this.

I knew I was finished the
moment I saw The Jazz Singer.

It's been like a
sword hanging over me.

I thought maybe I had a
few more films ahead of me,

but this one will be me last.

You don't know that.

You look good in
the bits I've seen.

And how do I sound, eh?

But the fact is I'm washed up,
as the Yanks say.

I'm yesterday's news.

Come on, lady.

You're not talking
to your fan club now.

What?

You're famous, beautiful and rich.

So what if your
film career is over?

There's any number
of things you can do.

Now, dust yourself off.

And while you're at it, try being
polite to the people who serve you.

Come on, Daisy.

You're one of us, not one of them.

Just remember it.

Now, chop-chop.

Straighten your hair,
and let's get going.

How you doing in there?

She's almost ready, Mr. Barber.

You are, aren't you,
Miss Dalgleish?

I had a sister just like you once.

I miss her.

Every day.

You remind me of her.

She died of the
Spanish flu in 1919.

Didn't think it would touch our
family, but you never know, do you?

Shall we go?

I'm not worth it.

You're worth it to me.

Rien ne va plus.

It seems you're my savior.

And I intend to remain your savior
for a very long time to come.

Mary?

What on earth is going on?

Cut!

Oh, no!

So you put them to rights?

I think I can say so without
fear of contradiction.

I left them in no doubt as to how things
are done when they are done properly.

Eh, Mr. Bates?

Uh, you made your feelings clear.

They certainly know what it is
to deal with an English butler.

Oh, get your coats.

Watching you,
it took me back to the

plays you three used
to put on in the attic.

Except there's rather more
riding on it this time.

I don't mean to be harsh,
but how do we know she's any good?

Oh, she's absolutely superb.

I showed Granny Papa's telegram,
Tom, but you ought to look in.

Perhaps we should go up now.

Maybe you're right.

It ought to be you.

You can give her the miniature.

What miniature is this?

It's a long story.

Talkies must be good news for the
actors in the West End theaters.

Good news for them,
bad news for me.

Death by microphone, eh, Guy?

Our business has always
been a game of chance.

Well said.

I have an idea, Miss Dalgleish,
which might just help.

I'm taking your mama to the
hospital first thing in the morning.

I'm dreading it, of course.

But that's for you to hear,
not her.

I thought they might
put up more of a fight.

So did we.

The mother wanted to.

And then Edith found this.

It's inscribed to you on the side.

I...

I suppose they think something
improper went on between us.

- I suppose everyone does.
- Oh, no.

I-I wouldn't say that.

You're such a bad liar, Tom.

I'd never have got anywhere if
I were as rotten a liar as you.

We're going to try and meet
at the villa every year.

The whole family together,
in the summer.

Won't it be too hot?

- We hope you'll come and find out.
- Oh, no.

No.

That's-that's all over for me.

Never mind.

I am happy to have known you, Tom.

I think we got on pretty
well in the end, don't you?

I think we did.

In the end.

You weren't quite what we had in
mind for Sybil, but we got past it.

And that's life, isn't it?

Getting past the unexpected.

And perhaps learning from it, which
I think we can say we've done.

You've been a good friend to
me through the years, Violet.

I hope I've been a friend to you.

And now you're settled.

Maud's back in the family,
and everyone's happy.

When was the miniature painted?

Did you sit for it?

No, we... we went for a walk
in the town one day,

and there was a shop where a
man was taking photographs.

Yeah, I remember 'cause he was the
first photographer I'd ever seen.

They must have copied it from that.

Montmirail sent it to me in London
with a silly scribbled letter.

I sent it back.

Of course, I should have burned it.

We'll leave you to rest.

But we wanted to say how
very grateful we are.

And Sybbie will be, too.

It's a beautiful place.

That I do remember.

Time for bed.

Yes, I'll just tidy these up.

What are they?

The letters of
Monsieur de Montmirail.

They're clearly labeled?

I'm afraid so.

So she was lying when she
said she remembers nothing.

"Lying" is a harsh word.

Maybe she pushed it to
the back of her mind.

Well, I don't believe it stayed
there with all the fuss going on.

I'll ask when I go and see her.

Is this the way to find Mr. Barrow?

Left.

So this is where you hide.

Can I help with anything, sir?

Well, you can certainly help
by not calling me "Sir."

I'm not sure what Mr.
Carson would make of

my receiving a visit from an
upstairs guest, Mr. Dexter.

Well,
Mr. Carson isn't in charge now.

You are.

Suppose someone comes in.
What would they say?

I don't care.

I've lived in America
for ten years now.

I don't believe in
that stuff anymore.

Please, call me Guy.

What's your real name?

Quentin.

Quentin Sidebotham.

That was a good decision.

Do you know what you're doing next?

I don't think anybody does.

I shall go home and
await developments.

I might call Clive Brook or Charlie
Chaplin, see what they think.

You know Charlie Chaplin?

Well, he's a little wild for me,
but yeah, I-I know him.

Hollywood gets some bad publicity, but
I live in a place called Hancock Park,

and it's... it's pretty nice.

I can believe it.

Well, why don't you come
and see for yourself?

What?

I mean it.

I travel a lot for my work, and I don't
have a wife to look after me, so...

...you could do it.

I'd be your valet?

More than that.

You'd run the house and organize
our journeys, make me comfortable.

Make us both comfortable.

Of course, if my career folds, then
we'd have to think again, but...

Your career won't fold.

Good.

Well...

You let me know when you've...

come to a decision.

Right. I have everything I need.

I will come up to the house with
the results as soon as I have them.

But do you feel optimistic?

Robert, there's no point
in that sort of talk.

Lady Grantham knows too much
to pull the wool over her eyes.

But even if everything is as bad as
it could be, there's still a surgery.

Let's take it one step at a time.

Oh, God.

Robert doesn't see it,
but things could be a lot worse.

How many have to face this kind of thing
feeling they've wasted their lives?

I don't.

Not at all.

How are things at the farm?

Cramped.

Poor Mr. Mason.

He'd be so unhappy
to hear you say it.

He's been talking about you lately.

Oh, yes?

Saying what a fine woman you are
and how much he admires you.

Does he? Really?

But he won't take it any further.

Why not?

Because he can't ask
you to live at the farm

and he couldn't be
dependent on a woman.

Oh, couldn't he?

We'll see about that.

Look what we've found.

When I was going
through Violet's things.

"The letters of the
Marquis de Montmirail."

Oh, dear.

It doesn't look good for Papa if she
felt the need to keep it a secret.

Well, let's not jump the gun.

Oh, I'm so sorry.
Are you in the middle of something?

No, no.

Could I speak to you alone
for a moment, please?

Yes.

So what happens now?

Well, I thought we could
read them together.

Bertie, you and I can do it and
report back what they contain.

And we'll break the news to Papa.

What is it?

You have to help me.

We're just about to
film our last set piece,

the-the dinner when Benson
realizes he must give her up

and rushes off to London.

I know. I've just been learning it.

Molesley's done a wonderful job.

I told you the extras were fed up with
not being paid, and I don't blame them,

but I'm still waiting
for the money.

Well,
they won't do anything too drastic.

Won't they?

They say they're not
coming into work.

But how can I help?

Could your servants stand in?

You're welcome to ask them.

Is there something else,
Mr. Barber?

I could never have got through
any of this without you.

If that's true, then I'm glad.

May I kiss you?

No.

Don't you want to?

I'm afraid I'm too
old-fashioned to believe that

what I want is the only
thing that matters.

- Have I offended you?
- Not at all.

Nothing is nicer for
an old married woman

than to find she's still
an object of desire.

Well, you better not tell your
husband when he gets back.

He might, uh, hit me on the nose.

Mm, wouldn't that be thrilling?

Two gorgeous men
fighting for my favors.

You rang, milady?

- So she'd kept his letters?
- Seemingly. Every one.

I won't ask what she had to hide,
in case you tell me the answer.

Well, most of them are rather sad.

There was clearly no love
lost between him and his wife.

But what do they tell us about the
days they spent together in France?

I'm afraid that they didn't
write to each other then.

So we still have no proof
of what really happened.

I suppose that is where
the mystery resides.

I'll come and see Violet tomorrow.

Should I do it?

No.

You're what the lawyers call
"an interested party."

I'm not.

You mean we'd be up there on the screen
with Miss Dalgleish and Mr. Dexter?

Are you sure?

- That's exactly what I mean.
- Well, I'll do it.

Mm, so will Mr. Carson.

Mr. Molesley will want to join in.

- How many do you need?
- Uh, we need ten.

Miss Denker, are you up for it?

Certainly not.

I want to keep an
eye on Her Ladyship.

- What about Mr. Mason?
- I could always ask.

No,
hurry to the farm and ask him now.

And they've got costumes for us?

Oh, well,
they'll need time to fit them,

so you should go upstairs to
wardrobe before the end of the day.

What about servants?

Who's going to wait on us?

Well,
I was thinking we could use Albert.

Would I be serving Miss Dalgleish?

- I suppose so.
- Oh, well...

Right, let's get back to work,
please!

- All right, come on now.
- Come along.

Filming must be the slowest
occupation known to man.

It makes a glacier look impatient.

I suppose Robert's in hell.

He was longing for it all to be
over by the time they got back.

You could ease his
pain if you wish.

We found the letters of
Monsieur de Montmirail.

But Robert still doesn't
have the answer he needs.

I won't pretend not
to understand you.

Did they tell you
about the miniature?

What's its significance?

Well, could you fetch it?

It's in the bottom
right-hand drawer.

If you open it at the back, you'll
find the letter he sent with it.

It's still there
after all this time.

Could you read it?

"Chere Violette, we have missed
the chance to know perfect love.

But we still can if you
would only change your mind."

Why didn't you just tell us?

There was nothing to tell.

Nothing happened.

Apart from years of being pestered.

Well, no.

That's not quite right.

Then what is?

I never saw him after that.

I knew I'd have given in.

If I'd been tested again,
I would have failed.

I was a fool for
love in those days.

A few years later, we went to Russia,
and I got into terrible trouble.

Well, I nearly did.

With Prince Kuragin. Yes, I know.

How did you avoid
it with the marquis?

I can't think.

He was the most attractive
man I'd ever met in my life.

But I hadn't long been married,

and it must have seemed a shame,
you know, to spoil that.

I wish you'd said all this.

I didn't want you to think my life
had been a fraud, when it hasn't.

I was happy with Robert's father.

Well,
happy enough in that English way,

when you never talk about anything

but you trust each other.

If they'd put Kuragin
and Montmirail together,

I would have come out as
some sort of scarlet woman.

You don't seem very scarlet to me.

Well, I'm trusting you to make
sure that's not how I'm remembered.

Well, the next earl
will be Matthew's son,

my grandson, your great-grandson.

I'll do my best to
see he values you.

I know you will.

I know I can trust you
to do the right thing.

That's very generous of you.

Well, because we've had
our tussles, you and I.

Well, it's true,
but I'm glad you came to Downton.

I'd never known anyone
whose opinion I could trust,

you know, to be morally right,
not for years.

Well, not since my mother died.

You must have wondered why I
asked you to go through my papers.

I did rather.

When I think about
that world of long ago,

when I... I was a girl
in my first crinoline...

...in those moments, I feel

as if I've been transported
to a different planet.

And so you have been.

Like every human being
who lives long enough.

And I have. Lived long enough.

Oh, I didn't mean it like that.

I'm sorry,
but I just couldn't wait.

It's all right.

Nothing happened.

You're your father's son.

I can't pretend I'm not relieved.

I can't pretend I'm not insulted.

Why do you think he gave you the villa
if it has nothing to do with my birth?

I think it had everything
to do with your birth.

When you were born,
it sent a message

that what he wanted was never going
to happen and it was time to move on.

He never loved his
wife as he loved you.

The villa proves that.

Well...

...that's not for me to say.

- Yeah.
- Right.

I looked through the final scenes.

I'm impressed.

Does this kind of work appeal to
you, writing plays for the screen?

What, you-you mean...

Well, say, four a year.

I'd send you the book or
short story I was keen on

with my notes and suggestions.

Um, I would pay 700
guineas against a thousand.

Mr. Barber.

Sorry?

Uh, you'd get 700 for
writing the script.

That would rise to a
thousand if the film is made.

For each script?

I feel like the queen.

Well, I don't envy her if these
corsets are anything to go by.

- This is absurd.
- Cheer up.

After all,
you should be used to the costume.

We've put the names on the places,

so, please, all of you,
find your chair and sit.

Uh, Mr. Carson, you will be playing
Lord Pumphrey at the head of the table.

Seems odd to be sitting in here.

You've spent enough time standing.

I'd say you've spent long enough.

You may be right, Mr. Dexter.

Tell me, did your offer
mean what I think it did?

It can mean as little
or as much as you like.

I'd like it to mean a great deal.

Then you're in luck.

- Mrs. Hughes.
- Thank you.

This is you.

I don't recognize you.

And...

Oh, no, no, really.

Please, we're not here.

My Lord, if-if you could make
your way up behind the camera.

Thank you.

I look like something
to scare the crows.

Nonsense.

You're a picture of elegance.

Now, sit down here and
have something warming.

I thought it were
just colored water.

Well, so it is for the others.

For us,
I've smuggled in something nice.

Oh, you're right. This is good.

Don't the young couple
look nice together?

It must be wonderful to
feel you're helping them.

I'd like to do more.

Well,
this is what I want to talk about.

You're not nervous?

Well, how should a man feel
when all his dreams have come true?

All your dreams?

I-I know, but, you see,
Miss Baxter...

Phyllis.

Phyllis.

I felt ashamed.

The best I could offer was a poor
life on a schoolmaster's salary.

I'd have taken it.

But now you won't have to.

I'm gonna write plays
to be made into films.

For Mr. Barber?

For Mr. Barber now, but who knows
what'll happen if I'm any good at it.

Uh, it's gonna be talking
films from now on.

Oh, what the blazes?

And these will pay?

For the first time, I can
offer a decent prosperous life.

For the both of us.

So what do you say?

Are you not going to kneel?

- Do you want me to?
- I think so.

It'll never happen again.

Right then, um...

Will you marry me, Miss Baxter?

I mean, Phyllis.

Yes!

I jolly well will, Mr. Molesley.

Congratulations.

- Well done.
- Well done, Mr. Molesley.

Well done, Mr. Molesley.

Settle down, everyone, please.

Let's go for a first take.

Say it again.

Barkis is willing.

Oh, Mr. Mason.

And you'll be content to
live in my little cottage?

Unless you think it's wrong.

I most certainly do not.

And now the young ones
can have the farm?

I'll surrender the lease.

Oh, well, I'll drink to that.

- Right, and if we can...
- Remember!

Clarity,
diction and keep your heads still.

- Thank you.
- Thank you.

Roll the camera.

And action.

Where are you going?

Back to London.

What? You can't.

I can and I must.

If I stay, darling Anne,
I'll destroy you along with myself.

Can't you see?

We'll fight it together.

No, we won't.

I'm the worthless one.
I'm the exile.

I'm the lost soul.

Now let me go!

Bill, please wait.

He's broken her heart.

Chap's a cad.

And cut.

Bravo.

Bravo.

The buffet in the hall is ready,
milady.

Thank you, Barrow.

Milady,
I wonder if I might have a word.

Of course.

I'd like to hand in my notice.

Well, I know you haven't
always been happy here.

Oh, it's not that, milady.
I've had good years at Downton.

But I've formed a sort of...

well, I'm not sure what it is,
really...

a working friendship
with Mr. Dexter.

- Guy?
- That's it, milady.

And we mean to travel together.

He'll make films,
and I'll look after him.

I'll be his dresser,
as the film people put it.

And if I'm right...

then it's the nearest I've come to
the offer of an honest way of life.

You don't need to explain, Barrow.

I wish you well.

And I hope you'll be as happy
as our cruel world allows.

Thank you, milady.

Well?

I've done it.

Good.

We're all wondering if you'll
miss your acting career.

Oh, please say yes.
Come up to London.

- We'll find you a part.
- No, thank you.

I've enjoyed it, in fact,
but once will suffice.

Can I help you, Miss Dalgleish?

Um, I'd love some of that ham, if
you can reach it, and a little sauce.

What's happened to your voice?

What do you mean?

Well, you've lost the ghastly...

Of course,
I didn't mean "ghastly," exactly.

She's a natural.

Well, Lady Grantham thinks I can go
to Hollywood and just be an American.

Well, why shouldn't you?

Come along, Bertie.

Would you excuse me?

I, um,
I just want to go downstairs.

Thank you.

Why is she so nice all of a sudden?

Oh, it's simple.
She's not afraid anymore.

You do know that I'm
completely mad about you?

Dear Mr. Barber,

I can't give you what you want.

But I can say that I've
loved working with you.

And I must be content with that.

It's all you're going to get.

I'm mainly glad to be my
father's son because I loved him.

It matters more to me than
all the dynastic stuff.

And so it should.

I'm happy for Sybbie, as long
as she learns how to pay back.

You don't believe in the idle rich?

I believe in them.

I just don't want any member
of my family to be one of them.

That sounds good to me.

I think I'll have another cup.

Excuse me.

Does that include any future
member of your family?

Well, yes, of course, becau...

It's early days,
so don't say anything yet.

Oh, my darling, I won't say a word.

But I think that I can kiss you.

Dr. Clarkson has arrived, milord.

I notice you're very friendly
with the handsome Mr. Barber.

Don't start.

I've kept myself out of
trouble and I've been good.

With some difficulty, I might add.

It is not what you were dreading.

Pernicious anemia is
often mistaken for cancer.

And until a few years ago, it
might well have finished you off.

But there is now treatment.

Oh, thank God.

It won't be particularly enjoyable, but
you will get better and you won't die.

Well, thank you, Dr. Clarkson.

Thank you very, very, very much.

Yes, thank you.

Now, you must come in
and have some supper.

But it's very much
catch-as-catch-can tonight.

All the servants
are film stars now.

I doubt we'll ever get them back
behind the green baize door.

Oh, milord!

Milady! Come quickly!

Please, quickly!

Doctor.

Say it again.

Talk in that voice.

I just wanna say how grateful I am.

You both licked me into
shape when I needed it.

Thank you.

- So you'll go to Hollywood now?
- Why not?

I've no family to hold me here.

And I've done a talkie now, which
puts me ahead of the race, I hope.

Just don't forget who you are
or where you've come from.

But don't let it
hold you back either.

And good luck.

Come here.

Old Lady Grantham's sinking fast.

They're upstairs with her now.

Get some coffee or something
stronger just in case.

Charlie, are you all right?

What did King Lear say?

"Blow, winds,
and crack your cheeks.

Rage, blow,
you cataracts and hurricanoes."

Has the moment of her
leaving come at last?

That so great a lady should go

when the house is
full of film people.

Maud.

What are you doing here?

Well, you won't believe me,
but I sh... I shall miss you.

Or have you just come to
check I'm on the way out?

Is there anything you want?

Whatever I have wanted,
dearest boy,

you have given me long before now
and many times over.

Dear Mama, I hope I haven't
been a disappointment.

You were always so
much cleverer than me.

True.

But don't let that
come between us now.

You are far kinder
than I have ever been.

Cora, I owe you an apology.

I didn't think you'd
last the course.

I know.

But I was wrong.

Now, that's something you
haven't heard me say until now.

It was worth waiting for.

Oh, Mary dear and Edith.

You've been wonderful
granddaughters.

And I leave you both

confident that your lives
will be happy and fruitful.

Oh, Granny.

Darling Granny.

Now, that must be enough or I shall
be like one of those guests who

pack the car and never leave.

Mila... Milady...

Stop that noise.

I can't hear myself die.

Take that as well.

Thank you, Bates.

A strange day for you and me.

We're orphans at last.

- Good morning.
- Good morning.

Milady.

She'd be so pleased you're here.

I can remember the first time
I really saw her, milady.

Oh, close up, I mean.

I'd just been
promoted from hallboy,

and I was in the dining room with
the old butler then, Mr. Mountjoy.

I'd been terrified of him.

But then she walked towards us.

She was angry about something,
and...

and I could see him tremble.

I never forgot that.

And I was never
afraid of him again.

You belong to our history.

In fact, I wonder if
your part is quite done.

Would you ever
consider coming back?

For a bit longer anyway.

Milady?

Barrow is leaving, and I can't
break in a new butler alone.

Could Andrew be your steady hand
while you train him up to succeed you?

Could he manage that, do you think?

Well, certainly.

In time.

Her Ladyship's brooch.

So now the Downton
torch has passed to you.

To His Lordship.

But if I'm to carry it, too,
I shall try to do so with pride.

I can't pretend I'm not
a little frightened.

Oh, you have no need to be.

You have the strength for it.

Do I?

Sometimes I wonder.

Well, I don't wonder.

Not for a moment.

And you can always count on me,
if that means anything.

It means a great deal.

And I think you know.

Now I just need a
moment before we go.

Milady.

What did she have to say?

She wants me back in the house.

As butler.

Does she indeed?

We ought to move off.

Thanks for organizing this.

She left instructions down
to the tiniest detail.

I can imagine.

You'll be burying me one day, and
I'm glad to see it'll be done well.

I suppose the point is

individual Crawleys come and go,
but the family lives on.

Mama knew that and believed in it.

Didn't she just.

This way now. We shall go inside.

Thank you.

Here they are.

Adorable.

Hello.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Well done.

Are you exhausted?

Sybbie, how are you doing?

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

What a bonny baby.

He's very handsome.

Look, Mary.

Hello.

Who's this?