All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.A.New.Era.2022.BDRip.x264-PiGNUS

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.

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.

- Mary.
- Hello.

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

All smile.

Be careful, children.

Mmm.

Oh.

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 I've been given much more
than I deserve.

Well,
that's an encouraging start.

Bravo.

Keep going.

Splendid.
Size of that cake.

Send us a postcard.

Thank you for everything.

Have a wonderful time.

Have a safe journey.

Bye!

Have a safe trip!

Goodbye.

I've had a letter from Mr. Murray.
He's coming to Down ton on Tuesday.

- What do you want him for?
- 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.

He's here now, milady.
He says you're expecting him.

What? Why didn't you tell me?
You shouldn't be so untrusting.

Ah!

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,
this 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.

Go. Go on.

You stand back!

Nanny, watch!

A telephone call for you, milord.

- Who is it?
- 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.
- 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 Down ton.

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.

Well, the money
would be useful, surely?

Nanny!

- 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.
Ooh!

It's perfect.

Until recently, film making
was largely confined to the studios,

but now the process
has opened up.

Abel Gance's Napoléon 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 Down ton?

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?

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, 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 Down ton?

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?

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.

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 will 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?

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.

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 Down ton 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 Down ton
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.

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.

Oh, 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.

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.

Mmm.

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.

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.

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.

- 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 Down ton, Miss Dalgleish.

The modern world comes to Down ton.

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

How enviable that sounds.

- When do you expect your director?
- 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?
- 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?

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.

- 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?

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

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.

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.

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 crème de men the.

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.

I see.

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

I'm quite certain.

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 teasing you.

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

Thank you so much.

Very good, sir.

Put that guidebook down, Charlie,
and go to sleep.

Mmm.
Let me finish the chapter.

You won't believe
what these people eat.

- 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.

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.

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

Thank you, Bates.

- Ah!
- We've come to wish you luck.

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

Ah!

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.

I'll do that. I want to.

No, let me. Please.

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

Steady on, Daisy.

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.

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.

I'm ever so sorry.

I can't work like this.

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.

Oi, oi.
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.

Ah.

Monsieur de Montmirail?

Lord Grantham. Bienvenue.

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.

This is Lady Grantham,
Lord and Lady Hexham,

Lady Bagshaw
and Mr. and Mrs. Branson.

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.

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.
- 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 enjoy your stay.

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

But he can stand down if you'd 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?

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, AI Jolson just says
a few words to his old mother.

And sings.

In this,
they talk all the way through.

Where's the Rialto?

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?

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...

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 you 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.

Ooh.

Bonjour, monsieur.

Glare. No.

Cover. Cool.

Yes.

- Carson?
- Oh!

May I be of help?

Um...

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.

Oh? I thought they were excited
by my acting talent.

Come on, girls. Get to wardrobe.

We all wanna 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 hall-boy.

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.

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 that 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.

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.

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...

But 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?

Uh...

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.

But... 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 Down ton
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.

I think 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.

They'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 have 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?

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'd 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 going to 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.

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 hall-boy wet behind the ears.

Granny?

Heavens.

Thank you, Carson.

Could you leave us a moment?

What does it say?

"Violette, mon adorée."

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?

Now, 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, yes.

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

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

You turn back on "future."

Right.

And action.

"I knew where you'd be.

- I've only come to stop you"...
- Louder, Miss Dalgleish.

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

- I must"...
- Cut. Cut.

Thank you, Myrna.
Could I have a moment?

- You all right?
- Now what?

Mr. Stubbins?

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.

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 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?

Right now, um, get her back upstairs.
We need to know if this is going to work.

- I'll do that.
- All right.

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.

Oh.

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?
- 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 going to 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...

May I have a word, Mr. Barber?

Of course.

I've been through
all the dialogue cards

that would have 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.

But 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.
- Thank you.

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'll go my way, you'll 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.

How 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 are a leopard
who has successfully changed his spots.

♪ Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too ♪

♪ Crazy rhythm, I've gone crazy too ♪

He's too fast.

- Another one!
- Oh, no!

Where's the ball?

He's gone.

Hit. 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 have 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?

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.

I 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.

♪ 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 have been Matthew's father.
And now Matthew's son will inherit.

So what difference does it make
in the long run?

♪ 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 you're right. The matter is settled.

Please, take it home for your grandmother.
It's hers anyway.

Merci

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.

You must take whatever you want.

No. His wishes are clear.

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.

♪ Am I blue? ♪

♪ Ain't these tears in my eyes ♪

♪ Telling 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. Clarks on is more than capable
of coming up with a diagnosis.

We'll go to London.
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.

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.

I hope we can still get tickets
on the Blue Train.

Oh, dear.

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...

Please be aware
of where the microphones are.

And speak clearly.

And 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.

Albert, you ready with the clap-stick?

Ring the bell.

Roll the camera.

Albert.

And...

Action.

Bill.

You came back.

- I always come back.
- I always come back.

- Sorry. Sorry.
- Cut!

Everyone, back to ones, please.

Roll the camera.

And... action.

Bill.

You came back.

- I always come back.
- ...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.
- I always come back.

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

- Right, that's it. I've had enough.
- I'm sorry.

- 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.

Oh? 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?

Look, 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.

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?

You made your feelings clear.

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

Well, get your coat.

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?

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.

Oh!

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 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 because 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.

Ah.

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.
- Hmm.

Is this the way to find Mr. Barrow?

Left.

- Oh.
- 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 know him.

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

And 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.

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.

I'm so sorry.

- Are you in the middle of something?
- 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 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.

Better not tell your husband
when he gets back.

He might, uh, hit me on the nose.

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.
So will Mr. Carson.

Mr. Molesley will want to join in.

- How many do you need?
- 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?
- 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.

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

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

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?

"Chère 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.

Oh.

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 Down ton.

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.

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.

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.

I would pay 700 guineas
against a thousand.

Mr. Barber.

- Sorry?
- 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.

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 you could make your way up
behind the camera.

Thank you.

Oh!

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,

but for us,
I've smuggled in something nice.

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 going to 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.

It's going to be talking films
from now on.

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.

Oh.

Congratulations.

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.

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?

Oh.

- 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.

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.
- Oh.

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

It's not that, milady.
I've had good years at Down ton.

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.

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?

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 just want to go downstairs.

Thank you.

Why is she so nice all of a sudden?

- It's simple. She's not afraid anymore.
- Mm-hmm.

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 because...

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. Clarks on has arrived, milord.
- Thank you.

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.
- Oh, thank God.

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

And you won't die.

Well, thank you, Dr. Clarks on.

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 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, I...
- 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.

Close up, I mean.

I'd just been promoted
from hall-boy,

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

I'd been terrified of him.

But then she walked towards us.

She was angry about something,
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 broach.

So now the Down ton 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.

You have no need to be.
You have the strength for it.

- Do I? Sometimes I wonder.
- Mmm.

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.

Adorable.

Well done.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

Oh, what a bonny baby.

Look, Mary.

Hello.

Who's this?