All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S03E02 (1080p x265 Joy)

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Is there any news of Sybil?

She's still not coming.

She insists
they can't afford it.

ARCHBISHOP:
Mr. Travis,

can we move forward?

If I could just ask you
to come down the aisle again?

Can we get the troops organized?

That means me.

It seems rather hard
on poor old Travis

when he's doing all the work but
the Archbishop gets the glory.

MARY:
Papa was the one who wanted
a Prince of the Church.

I'd have settled
for Travis.
Mmm.

Is there really no way
we can get Sybil over?

It seems ridiculous.

On the contrary,
it's a relief.

Branson is still an object
of fascination for the county.

We'll ask him here when
we can prepare the servants

and manage it gently.

He's making a problem
where none exists.

No one could care less were
Branson at the wedding or not.

You must think country life
more exciting than it is

if you imagine
people don't care

when an earl's daughter
runs off with a chauffeur.

Well, the fact remains,
she has run off with a chauffeur

and they'll have
to get used to it.

Mr. Travis, are we ready?

Any moment, Your Grace,
any moment.

Can we?

Please?

That treacle tart
just hit the spot.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

80 Mrs. Hughes and Anna are
getting the place ready to let?

That is the plan.

THOMAS:
I'm surprised Anna
held on to that house.

I thought they confiscated
the profits of murder.

Mr. Bates had the wisdom

to transfer it to her
before the trial.

Idon't think I'd have
allowed it, Mr. Carson.

Then we must all be grateful you
were not the presiding judge.

I still think it's funny,

given that he's
a convicted murderer.

May I remind you, Mr. Barrow,
that in this house,

Mr. Bates is a wronged man
seeking justice.

If you have any problems
with that definition,

| suggest you eat in the yard.

ISOBEL:
I suppose you agree
with Robert.

Then not for the first time,
you suppose wrongly.

The family must never be
a topic of conversation.

I'm afraid Sybil's
already made the Crawleys

a permanent topic.

All the more reason.

If we can show the county
he can behave normally,

they will soon
lose interest in him.

And I shall make sure
he behaves normally

because I shall hold his hand
on the radiator until he does.

ISOBEL:
Well, I don't know
this young man

aside from "good morning"
and "good night,"

but he strikes me

as a very interesting addition
to the family.

Oh, here we go.

And why should he be
"normal," as you call it?

I say he should come here
and fight his corner.

I like a man
of strong beliefs.

I think I'll send them
the money.

Please don't.

Robert's expressly
forbidden it.

He'd be furious.

But it can't be as bad as...

Look, I'll come and see you.

Tomorrow.

No, I insist.

Right, good-bye.

Papa?

What's the matter?

Nothing's the matter.

What should be the matter?

How was London?

We got it all done,

but I couldn't have managed
without my helper.

Have you eaten?

We had a bite on the train.

Well, sit down anyway,
have a cup of tea.

MRS. HUGHES:
I'll start on
the final lists

for the wedding
tomorrow morning.

I've got the last
of the wine deliveries

coming on Tuesday.

How will you manage
without a footman?

I agree.

But I haven't time
to find one now.

I've had a letter
from my sister

asking after a job
for her son, and...

Miss O'Brien,

we are about to host
a society wedding.

l have no time for training
young hobbledehoys.

bell ringing

Her ladyship's ringing.

Well, I don't see why not.

I'll ask his lordship when...

door opens

There you are,
so I'll ask you now.

Ask me what?

Carson's in need of a footman
and O'Brien has a candidate.

Alfred.

Alfred Nugent, m'lord.

He's a good worker.

CORA:
I think it sounds perfect.

Robert?

Whatever you say.

My dear, I have to go
up to London tomorrow.

I'll be catching
the early train.

That's very sudden.

Do you want them
to open the house?

No, I'll come straight back.

What are you going for?

It's nothing to bother you with.

ANNA:
It’s all there.

Every entry.

Where did you find the book?

Behind the bureau.

We moved it out to clean
and there it was.

Vera must have dropped it
or something.

So what do you want me to do?

Make notes
on all the names.

Close friend,

relation, workmate,
tradesman and so on.

Then I'll copy those

and I'll send them
with the book to Mr. Murray.

Haven't you anything
better to do?

l have not.

Because I'd rather work
to get you free

than dine with the king
at Buckingham Palace.

So what news have you got?

What news could I have in here?

Oh, I've acquired
a new cellmate.

To be honest,
I'm not sure about him.

Well, just remember
what my mother used to say:

Never make an enemy by accident.

Now, do you think you can
get the notes done

before my next visit?

I don't see what can come of it.

Probably nothing.

And my next idea
will probably lead to nothing,

and the next and the next.

But one day,
something will occur to us

and we'll follow it up,

and the case against you
will crumble.

Do you never doubt?

Forjust one minute?

lwouldn't blame you.

No.

I don't doubt that the sun
will rise in the east, either.

You're too tall to be a footman.

No footman should be
over six foot one.

O'BRIEN:
That can't be, can it.

Since he's already
been taken on.

But what have you done?

l was a hotel waiter after
I was discharged from the army,

but they've cut back.

I think to get a job as a waiter
shows real initiative.

I suppose he can speak
for himself.

O'BRIEN:
VVhy?

Is he on trial?

This isn't
an interview, is it?

Not when he's already
got the job.

CARSON:
No, it is not an interview,
Miss O'Brien,

but he is on trial.

And if he cannot match
our standards,

he will be found guilty.

I mean to try, Mr. Carson.

As long as you do.

Right, 90 upstairs
and get settled in.

Your aunt will hopefully
find you a livery that fits.

MARY:
Just at the start,

so we've a place to sleep
after the honeymoon.

You can't object to that?

MATTHEW:
No, it's nice of them,

though I doubt I'll get used
to taking you to bed

with your father watching.

He's so relieved
we're getting married,

he wouldn't mind
if you carried me up naked.

Careful, I might try it.

both chuckling

Idon't want to move
to London or anything.

I'm not kicking
against the traces.

Just testing their strength.

I want us to get
to know each other,

to learn about who we both are
without everybody being there.

Well, it's quite
a big house.

It's a lovely house.

It's your home, and I want it
to be my home, too.

Just not quite yet.

Chancery Lane.

Yes, sir.

I've spoken to Frobisher
and Curran,

and since I am a trustee
should the estate ever need one,

we felt I ought to be
the one to tell you.

You make it sound
very serious.

I'm expressing myself badly
if you think it is not serious.

Why did we invest so much?

Lord Grantham, it was you
who insisted we should.

If you remember,
we advised against it.

But war would mean

a huge expansion
of railways everywhere.

Every forecast was certain.

Rail shares were bound
to make a fortune.

Many did, but your
principal holding,

which was very large indeed,

was in the Canadian
Grand Trunk line.

It was the main railway
in British North America,

for God's sake.

It wasn't just me.

Everyone said we couldn't lose.

We knew hard times were coming
for estates like Downton,

and this investment would make
it safe for the rest of time.

Charles Hays was
the presiding genius,

and since he died,
the management has not...

sighs

The fact is, the company is
about to be declared bankrupt,

and the line
will be absorbed

into the Canadian
National Railway scheme.

Are you really telling me
that all the money is gone?

I'm afraid so.

The lion's share
of Cora's fortune?

lwon't give in, Murray.

I've sacrificed too much
to Downton to give in now.

I refuse to be the failure,

the earl who dropped the torch
and let the flame go out.

I hate to state the obvious,

but if there's not enough money
to run it,

Downton must go.

Unless you break it up
and sell it off piecemeal.

I couldn't do that.

l have a duty beyond
saving my own skin.

The estate must be
a major employer

and support the house
or there's no point to it.

To any of it.

Morning.

Lady Edith!

chuckling

Hello.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting a train,
but I'm too early.

Oh.

Oh, I mustn't hold you up.

Oh, I'm not
doing anything.

Ah.

I thought I'd get away
from wedding panic.

Don't you like weddings?

Don't be silly,
of course I do.

Only I've talked of clothes
and flowers and food and guests

until I'm blue in the face.

chuckles

Yes, weddings can be reminders
of one's loneliness, can't they?

I'm sorry, I don't know
why I said that.

So, how's it going?

Is your grandmother coming
over from New York for it?

She is.

And Sybil?

Is she here yet?

As a matter of fact,

she wasn't coming,
but I think she is now.

Mary had a letter
this morning.

Papa doesn't know yet.

He will be pleased.

I do hope so.

So you'll live at the big house
when you're back from honeymoon.

Not live, stay.

We'll stay there until
we decide where to go.

It'll be on the estate,
I should think,

or in the village.

Not here?

No, but I shall expect
you and Mrs. Bird

to look after Mrs. Crawley.

stammering

You'll not be taking me
with you, sir?

Only I thought you'd be needing

a proper valet,
once you're married.

I've always thought of you
as more of a butler

who helps out as a valet,
not the other way around.

Well, I'd be happy
to be a valet, sir.

Especially
in the big house.

We won't be in the big house
for long.

And to be honest, Molesley,

I want to live more simply
after the wedding.

And besides, Mother
absolutely relies on you.

That's very nice
to hear, sir.

Thank you.

THOMAS:
You must be exhausted, m’lord.

You can't have spent
more than two hours in London.

It was sufficient.

The new footman arrived
while you were gone.

What?

Yes.

He got the cable this morning
and came straight over.

Very eager.

And very tall.

But when did...?

Never mind.

Did you know about
the new footman?

Of course.

He's already here.

Why did no one tell me?

What do you mean?

We talked about it
last night.

In my room.

Well, nobody else
must be taken on.

Absolutely no one.

Until things are settled.

What things?

How's the wedding going?

I suppose it's costing
the earth.

Mary was never going
to marry on the cheap.

Oh, no.

Nothing must be done
on the cheap.

| feel quite nervous.

Don't be.

You've got the skill

and you've got
the willingness.

But he hasn't got
the experience.

He's right.

Pay no attention.

You've a nice manner,
Alfred.

You're not vain
like Thomas.

They'll like that.

banging

What's the matter
with you?

I'm fed up.

They promised me
promotion.

She said they'd get
a new kitchen maid

and I'd be Mrs. Patmore's
assistant.

Well, if they really promised,

you should withdraw
your services.

What do you mean?

Like 90 on strike?

But don't say
I put you up to it.

But what was
in the letter?

Just that Sybil's coming
after all.

She'll be here on Wednesday

in time for dinner.

Will she be coming alone?

Don't make trouble, Mother.

Can I do it?

If you wish, m'lady,
of course.

Are you really that tall?

Yes, m'lady.

I thought you might have
been walking on stilts.

chuckling

When does Grandmama arrive?

She gets into Liverpool
on the 15th,

so she'll be here
the day before the wedding.

I'm so looking forward
to seeing your mother again.

When I'm with her, I'm reminded
of the virtues of the English.

But isn't she American?

Exactly.

Can I help myself?

Oh, you want to
as well, m'lord?

To be honest,
I think you'll find

that we all want
to do it as well.

What do you think
you're doing?

You're not
in a hotel now.

Did you train in a hotel?

I did, ma'am.

I'd say so.

ISOBEL:
That will be useful,

won't it, Carson?

Are you all set
for the wedding?

MARY:
Of course he is.

Carson's motto is "Be prepared."

I'm afraid Baden-Powell
has stolen it.

But you have all the help
you need?

Well, lwouldn't fight the idea
of a second footman, m'lady.

MATTHEW:
I don't know about
the rest of you,

but I sometimes
think it's time

we lived in a simpler way.

I agree.

Much cattle, much care.

Always supposing
we have the choice.

VIOLET:
Oh, don't say that.

It's ourjob to provide
employment.

An aristocrat with no servants

is as much use to the county
as a glass hammer.

laughing

I knew this would happen.

Typical.

What's typical?

That I'd wind up
looking after Mr. Matthew.

That's all I need.

He hasn't
thought it through.

I'm sorry to say it,
but he hasn't.

Are you worried
for yourjob, Mr. Molesley?

Me?

Oh, heavens, no.

No, no, no, I'm essential
to Mrs. Crawley.

She relies on me.

That's what he said.

Essential.

Oh, yes, we're all essential...
until we get sacked.

How was it?

Alfred was confused.

He thought he'd been transported
to the Hotel Metropole.

Cheer up.

You'll get the hang of it.

Will I?

Oh, you're still here,
Mr. Molesley.

I know.

| only walked over for
a cup of tea and a chat,

and I've outstayed
my welcome.

Nonsense.

Why not have
a bite with us?

They won't be leaving
for a half-hour or more.

No, I'd better get back.

lwouldn't want them
to get home

and me not be there
to let them in.

O'BRIEN:
No, you wouldn't.

Not when you're essential.

Then why is he coming
all the way here?

Why not say it
on the telephone?

l have no idea.

If Mr. Swire's lawyer wants
to see you and it's urgent,

it means he's left you
something.

I doubt it.

I would have heard
long before this.

Anyway, I hope not.

VVhy?

ISOBEL:
Matthew, do come on.

The chauffeur's freezing
to death, and so am |.

Are you looking forward
to the wedding?

What do you think?

I'm looking forward
to all sorts of things.

Don't make me blush.

ISOBEL:
Matthew!

birds chirping

engine stops

Dearest Papa.

Tell me,
did you send the money?

Please say yes.

What money?

Hello, Tom.

Welcome to Downton.

I hope I am welcome,
your ladyship.

MARY:
Of course.

MARY:
Alfred,

would you take
the luggage for Mr. Branson?

There's tea
in the library.

Thank you.

Hello, Mr. Carson.

ISOBEL:
Was that Mr. Charkham
I saw leaving?

Yes.

He said to make
his apologies.

He was late for his train.

What did he have to say
for himself?

I don't know
where to start.

Basically, it seems
that Reggie Swire

did not wish
to divide his fortune.

So when Lavinia died,

he made a new will with a list
of three possible heirs,

of which I was the third.

Why didn't
the first name succeed?

He died before Reggie.

In the same epidemic
that killed Lavinia.

But at first they thought
that the second heir,

a Mr. Clive Pulbrook,
would be easy to trace.

How much money
are we talking about?

Alot.

A huge amount,
I had no idea.

You could never have told it
from Reggie's way of life.

Lucky Mr. Pulbrook.

Well, this is it:

Some time before
Reggie's death,

Pulbrook traveled
to the East, to India,

to some tea plantations
he owned there.

And?

He's never been heard of since.

They've made inquiries.

They've sent an agent out
to visit his property.

There's no Sign of him.

I'm sorry, lwon't,

and that's flat.

Then you'll have
to do it, Mr. Carson.

lam not dressing
3 chauffeur.

He is not a chauffeur now.

Anyway, you don't have
to dress him.

Just see he's got
everything he needs.

I am not often as one
with Mr. Barrow,

but no.

Then Alfred must do it.

Alfred?

He wouldn't know what to do

beyond collecting dirty shoes
outside the door.

Well, he'll have to learn.

Is it an Irish
tradition?

What?

She means not changing.

Of course it isn't,
Granny.

It might've been.

You don't change on the
first night of a voyage.

BRANSON:
No, m'lady, I don't
own a set of tails.

Or a dinnerjacket, either.

lwouldn't get
any use out of them.

Well, I hope you own
a morning coat

since you're here for a wedding.

No, I'm afraid I don't.

SYBIL:
We live

a completely different kind
of life, Papa.

Obviously.

Could you lower it a bit,
please, Mr. Carson?

MARY:
You should buy a Downton
wardrobe and leave it here.

Then you won't have to pack
when you come.

What a good idea.

I'm sorry, but I'm afraid
I can't turn into somebody else

just to please you.

More's the pity.

Oh, no, why should you
change to please us?

MATTHEW:
What is the general feeling

in Ireland now?

That we're in sight of throwing
off the English yoke.

Do you approve of the new act?

Would you approve
of your country

being divided
by a foreign power?

Well, won't it
bring home rule

for southern Ireland nearer?

Home rule on English terms,

presided over
by an English king.

ls keeping the monarchy
a problem?

Would it be a problem for you

to be ruled
by the German Kaiser?

glass breaks

Carson, are you all right?

l have been very clumsy, m'lord.

I do apologize.

Is it true that Irish gardens
have more variety than ours?

EDITH:
Oh, yes.

Don't you remember Lady
Dufferin's ball at Clandeboye?

The gardens there
were heavenly.

I thought them
very down on him.

That is because
you know nothing.

And wasn't he down on them?

Insulting our country,
insulting the king.

I thought it was a miracle
his lordship held his temper.

But it must be hard,
Mr. Carson.

To sit up there with people
he used to drive around.

BRANSON:
It is hard, Mrs. Hughes.

Please sit down.

Is there something
we can do, sir?

| just wanted to come down
to say hello.

lwouldn't want you to think
I'd got too big for my boots.

That's nice.

ANNA:
I hope you
and Lady Sybil

are well?

We are, thank you.

And we've been following
the story of Mr. Bates.

Mary keeps us informed.

grunts

Still, I mustn't interrupt
your dinner.

Thank you
for coming down.

He's settled
into his new life.

"Mary keeps us informed."

Well, he knows her now.

What's that got to do
with it?

His lordship would never call
her "Mary" when talking to me.

Never.

If he wants to play their game,

he'd better learn
their rules.

Tomorrow, let's ask the servants
to come up and dine with us.

It'll make things easier.

MARY:
You must get him to stop
calling Granny "m'lady."

And Mama.

We need something
that doesn't sound

too stiff and grand.

"Lady Grantham," of course.

And he can call me
"Lord Grantham."

That doesn't sound
stiff or grand at all.

One step at a time.

So what did
the lawyer want?

I presume he turned up.

He did.

And it's rather complicated.

But you were right,
it was about Reggie's will.

So he's left you something.

Never mind that now.

Just sit down and tell me
about the relations

that are coming for the wedding.

I want to unscramble them
in my head.

Go to bed
when you're done.

I'll go to bed
when I'm ready.

What's happened to you?

Have you swapped places
with your evil twin?

I'd like to know

where the new kitchen maid is.

That's what you promised.

They've got
a new footman.

Where's the kitchen maid?

I know and I'm sorry.

But I spoke
to Mr. Carson tonight,

and they won't be taking
anyone new on.

Except a footman.

I don't know
how Mr. Carson managed it

because his lordship's
put his foot down.

But you are called
my assistant now,

and you've seven shillings
extra every month.

You've still kept me here
with a dishonest representation.

Oh, dear.

Have you swallowed a dictionary?

Somehow none of it seems
to matter when we're in Dublin.

Class and all that
just seems to fade away.

I'm Mrs. Branson,

and we get on with our lives
like millions of others.

But here he feels
so patronized, and he hates it.

But you don't regret it?

No, never.

He's a wonderful,
wonderful man.

ljust wish you knew him.

Darling, we will know him.

We'll know him
and value him, I promise.

Anyway...

| best 90 upstairs

and make sure
he's not too suicidal.

Good night.

Oh, by the way, I don't know
if Mama's told you,

but the whole Grey family
is coming tomorrow night.

gaSDS

Including Larry?

Crikey.

You'd better warn Tom.

Oh, and Sybil,
if I were you,

lwouldn't tell Papa
about being Mrs. Branson.

chuckles

But who are the Greys?

And why does it matter
that they're coming?

The father, Lord Merton,
is Mary's godfather,

but Larry Grey
used to be keen on me

when we were young.

Were you keen on him?

No, I don't think so.

I can hardly remember,
to be honest.

So what are you saying?

Nothing, particularly.

But we could run into Ripon
and find some tails.

We have the money.

I won't spend
more of that money.

All right.

But please don't talk
about Ireland all the time.

ljust want to make things
easier for you.

For me or for you?

Don't disappoint me, Sybil.

Not now that we're here.

MARY:
Shall I order the car?

Idon't think I can refuse
a lift with Mother

and then make the poor man
go out again.

|'|| walk.

It might rain.

Then I'll get wet.

Now come and kiss me.

So if they can't find
Mr. Pillbox,

what will you do
with the money?

Pulbrook.

And they will find him.

But if they don't?

Then I'll decide what to do.

Or we will.

Because I can't keep it.

No, of course not.

CORA:
Why were you so heavily
invested in one enterprise?

Wasn't it foolish?

Has some of my fortune
been lost?

Some?

All.

Or almost all.

stammering

Oh, my dear.

sobbing

How terrible for you.

It's not so good for you.

laughs

Don't worry about me.

I'm an American.

Have gun, will travel.

Oh, thank God
for you, anyway.

You know what?

I'm glad we have
a wedding to celebrate.

Let's make sure
it's a great day.

If it's to be our last,

let's make it
a wonderful last

and enjoy our lovely home

and the lovely people
we've spent our life among.

A bit early for
drowning your sorrows.

I thought it might be better
ifl moved down to the pub.

You're not serious.

I can't go through too many
more dinners like last night.

You don't make it easy for them.

Do you really think

you can recruit Cousin Robert
for Sinn Fein?

I don't know
what gets into me.

I can see them staring,

and I know they don't
want me here.

Well, don't include me.

Or Mary.

She wasn't too keen
on the idea of a chauffeur

for a brother-in-Iaw.

Forget that.

She's a pragmatist.

She could be
a tough fighter, too.

Let's hope she's not tested.

Now forget this and walk back.

We're brothers-in-Iaw
with high-minded wives.

We'd better stick together.

It's all there.

Friends,

though there weren't
too many,

tradesmen,
acquaintances...

But I can't see what
you'll get out of them.

I do not believe when Vera
decided to kill herself

she never mentioned it
to another living soul.

We know she left no note.

| wish to God she had.

But why are you sure
it was suicide and not murder?

Well, I know
you didn't kill her.

And what's the alternative?

Athief broke in,
cooked an arsenic pie

and forced her to eat it?

It's not a very likely scenario.

You can see why
they convicted me.

I'm going to write

to everyone in the book
in case she said

or, please God, wrote anything

that could suggest
a desire to die.

But how long will that take?

VVhy?

Are you going somewhere?

I should have gone
into cooking.

| used to watch them
in the kitchens

and I could pick it up
in a trice.

Why didn't you, then?

Oh, it's a hard ladder
for a man.

For every Escoffier
or Monsieur Caréme,

there's a thousand dogsbodies

taking orders from a cross
and red-faced old woman.

Who's this you're discussing?

Hello,
Mrs. Patmore.

I didn't see you
standing there.

Obviously not.

My Mum and Aunt Sarah thought
I'd be better off as a butler,

so that's what I'm trying for.

I think you're right.

I know I'd rather
be giving the orders.

To a cross and red-faced
old woman.

Yes, we know.

There.

Is that what you meant?

Yes.

Perfect.

Slightly new,
but not too different.

We'll see if Sir Anthony
notices.

I know they all think he's
too old for me, but he's not.

Bates is older than you and
you're as happy as lovebirds.

Our situation is hardly ideal,

but yes,

we're very happy
together.

Which is all that matters.

As I keep telling them.

I've no time to talk.

His lordship's
not come up yet.

Well?

What is it?

l was hoping you could
help young Alfred

to find his way about.

As a footman, you mean?

As a valet.

He's looking after
Mr. Branson now.

Though I dare say a chauffeur

can dress himself.

But you could tell him
what he needs to know.

Give him an advantage.

Why? What's the rush?

You've heard Mr. Matthew
has turned down Mr. Molesley?

Blimey, you don't
want much, do you?

Can you remember what I had
to go through to be a valet?

Of course.

I watched it, didn't I?

But young Alfred
is to make the great leap

in one bound?

Well, I'm sorry,
Miss O'Brien,

but I'm not convinced.

If you'll excuse me.

door closes

It's infuriating,
but there's nothing he can do.

I don't agree.

I think it's feeble.

He should will himself
not to be ill

and then collapse
the next day.

Whom will you ask instead?

I'm not sure.

I've known Sybil
all my life.

So you can imagine
how curious I was

when I found out
you'd be here tonight.

I never thought
we'd meet in person.

As opposed to what?

In spirit?

Well, you see, to us,
in marrying you

it seemed like Sybil
had left Downton Abbey forever.

If you know what I mean.

I know exactly what you mean.

Did they lose your suitcase
on the way over?

How maddening for you.

No, my suitcase arrived
safely, thank you.

Along with my manners.

He's still dressed

as the Man from
the Prudential, | see.

Yes, it's nice to have someone
from the real world, isn't it?

Hello, Mama.

Can I tempt you to one
of these new cocktails?

No, no,
Idon't think so.

They look too exciting
for so early in the evening.

Don't you think so, Carson?

Better avoided,
m'lady.

I think so.

What a pleasure it is to see you
out and about, Sir Anthony.

I want to say
can I be of any help,

but you don't seem
to need any.

He doesn't need help
at all, do you?

He won't let me do anything.

Mustn't be a nuisance,
you know.

Are you coming
to the wedding?

Of course!

Well, if you really want me.

I do.

I really do.

You look very nice.

Have you done something jolly
with your hair?

giggles lightly

glass clinking

I say,
what the devil?

What is it?

Dinner is served, your ladyship.

How's it going?

Aw kwa rd .

Mr. Branson's well away

and Lady Sybil
doesn't like it much.

I don't understand it.

He's only had one cocktail.

Maybe he was drinking
before he came down

to calm his nerves.

No, I don't agree,

and I don't care who knows it!

The black-and-tans are there
to restore order, are they?

Why don't they just murder
the entire population?

Then you wouldn't hear
a squeak out of any of them!

Is there any way
to shut him up?

If I knew how
to control him,

he wouldn't be here
in the first place.

Are you interested
in Irish politics, Lord Merton?

Well, l was onlyjust
saying that I thought...

He's interested
in Irish repression!

Like all of you!

Look, old chap, of course
this stuff matters

a great deal to you...

Yes, it does matter--

this "stuff."

It matters
a very great deal.

What's so funny?

Nothing.

I'm just enjoying this vivid
display of Irish character.

Please, Tom, we don't need
to wear everyone out.

VVhy?

What's the matter?

Am I not being polite enough?

Wait a minute!

This is down to you,
wasn't it?

Idon't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

I saw you.

You put something in
his drink, didn't you?

Just before we came in.

That's not true,
is it, Larry?

What a beastly thing to do.

Oh, come on, Edith.

That's not like you.

You could always
take a joke.

The bully's defense.

Listen, everyone!

Mr. Grey has given
my brother-in-Iaw

something to make him
appear drunk.

Could it be drink?

No, not drink.

Some horrible pill.

Sybil, take him upstairs.

I/ ne manque que 9a.

CORA:
Tom has been the victim
of a cruel prank,

which I know you will all
be kind enough to forget.

Forgive, perhaps.

Forget, never.

Is this true, Larry?

I don't know why you're all
getting so hot under the collar.

He's only a grubby
little chauffeur chappie,

in case you've
forgotten...

Be silent this instant, sir!

I apologize for my son,
Mr. Branson.

Unreservedly.

| only hope you recover

before the wedding.

I hope so, too.

Since I want him
to be my best man.

Bravo!

Well said.

Do you really mean it?

Honestly?

I've told you before,

if we're mad enough
to take on the Crawley girls,

we have to stick together.

Thank you, Matthew.

Thank you so much.

EDITH:
That was rather
marvelous of you

to expose Larry Grey like that.

You saved the day, really.

lwouldn't say that.

Matthew saved the day.

No, it was you.

I do hope we'll be seeing
a bit more of you

once the wedding is over.

Well...

Wouldn't you like that?

Oh, I should like that
very much.

Much more than
I probably ought to.

laughs softly

Edith, let Sir Anthony 90.

Good night, Papa.

Well, that's the last of them.

Where are the others?

They've gone to bed.

So's Edith.

And so should we.

Golly.

What a night for the county
to feed off.

But it was good of Matthew
to Show solidarity.

I suppose so.

We're going to need all
the solidarity we can muster.

When will you tell the girls?

I think I should
tell Mary now.

No, not before
the wedding, surely.

I must.

They're disagreeing about
where they should live,

so it'd be wrong for me
to keep it from them.

Then they can discuss it
on the honeymoon

and decide more sensibly.

Do you think we should
say something to your mother

when she gets here?

No.

She'll go into state mourning

and cast a pall
over the whole proceedings.

Thank God she missed
tonight's drama

or we'd never hear
the end of it.

Don't worry.

She'll bring enough drama
of her own.

Mmm.

CELLMATE:
It won't work, you know.

And if you don't admit
your guilt,

they won't let you go
when the time comes.

How can I admit
what isn't true?

Why do you have to be
so pious?

You're a touchy fellow,
aren't you?

Don't push me, Craig.

Is that a warning?

Yes.

Yes, it is.

I'm warning you.

I'm not sure
about the hat.

Is it supposed
to look crooked?

Don't listen to her.

I love it.

You're not to change
a thing.

Anna?

I think you look lovely,
m'lady.

knock at door

Stop, wait!

Who is it?

ROBERT:
Your long-suffering Papa.

I suppose he can come in.

What's this for?

Going-away.

How does it look?

Expensive.

Twice the national debt,
I'm afraid.

chuckling

But I know you don't mind.

Can I have one moment alone
to give Mary my blessing?

That's lovely.

Shoo, everyone.

Go on.

Bless me.

Of course.

But there's something I feel
I ought to tell you first.

I wanted to wait
until you got back,

but I don't believe I can.

That sounds rather ominous.

Hello, Mr. Molesley.

I got a message to call
on Mrs. Crawley.

Very good, sir.

If you'd like to give me
your hat and coat, sir.

Are you going up to the house
to welcome the Queen of Sheba?

Oh, I think so.

Are you?

No.

I'll pay homage at dinner.

I've always admired
the way Mrs. Levinson

is never overawed
by the whole set-up at Downton.

Was Napoleon overawed
by the Bourbons?

door opens

Come in, Tom.

May I call you Tom?

Of course.

Good afternoon, m'lady...

That is, Lady Grantham.

I'm glad to find you here,
because...

I want to apologize
for last night.

Oh, there's no need.

We know it was not your fault.

You weren't the first drunk
in that dining room,

I can assure you.

Only the first republican.

Well, you've got me there.

Why was it
you wanted to see me?

ISOBEL:
We've asked Molesley
to look out

Matthew's old morning coat.

He is confident
he can make it fit.

That's very kind, ladies.

But you see, I don't approve
of these costumes.

| see them as the uniform
of oppression

and I should be uncomfortable
wearing them.

Are you quite finished?

l have.

Good.

Please take off your coat.

Molesley, do help him.

If you'll just
slip it off, sir.

Shouldn't he put
the waistcoat on first?

What's going on?

They're forcing me
into a morning coat.

He has no say in it?

No, he doesn't.

And nor do you.

Well, what do you think,
Molesley?

It'll need lifting
a little here, m'lady.

I'll move the buttons so.

I think the shoulders look odd.

engine stops

Come war and peace,
Downton still stands

and the Crawleys
are still in it.

Cora!

Mother, how lovely
to see you.

As wrong as it is.

Robert, aren't you going
to kiss me?

With the greatest
enthusiasm.

Tell me,
where does this come from?

I hired it in Liverpool.

VVhy?

I thought it might be a gift
from the US. government

to help get Britain
back on its feet.

Carson and Mrs. Hughes,

the world has moved on
since last we met.

And we have moved on
with it, Madam.

Really?

It seems so strange to think
of the English embracing change.

Mrs. Hughes,

this is my maid, Reed.

Sybil, tell me all about
the arrangements for the birth.

We do these things so much
better in the States.

Edith, still
no one special?

Well, well, never mind.

You must take a tip
from the modern American girl.

Ah, Mary.

Dearest Mary.

Now, you tell me
all of your wedding plans

and I'll see what I can do
to improve them.

What's the matter with you?

Mrs. Patmore knows.

REED:
Should |te|| you
Mrs. Levinson's requirements

during her stay?

No, tell her.

Yes, Miss Reed.

How can I help?

Well, to start with,

|wi|| need goat's milk
in the mornings.

Goat's milk?

Fancy that.

She drinks only boiled water.

Really?

In England, that is.

Shouldn't Daisy be doing this?

I ought to take the tea up.

I'll have it ready
in a moment.

No fats, no crab and nothing
from the marrow family.

MARTHA:
Do explain again
how exactly you are related

to all of us, Mr. Crawley.

Rather distantly,
I'm afraid.

My great-great-grandfather

was a younger son
of the third earl.

My, I'm going to have to write
that down so I can study it.

Look at our page in Burke's.

You'll find Matthew there.

Good.

Because I would so like
to understand

why he gets to inherit
my late husband's money.

laughs nervously

I know, it's funny,
isn't it?

laughing lightly

Not everyone shares
your sense of humor.

But surely it doesn't matter now
that they're getting married.

In fact, we'd better
turn him out

or it'll be bad luck
for tomorrow.

CORA:
Quite right.

You must be the chauffeur
I've heard so much about.

I am, ma'am.

Tom's a journalist now,
Grandmama.

Oh, well, well!

I've heard of those journeys
on my side of the water.

It's very pleasant to hear
of them happening here.

It's all right, Mama.

You can leave us
unchaperoned.

After tomorrow,
all things are permitted.

Don't embarrass me.

Bye, Matthew.

Get a good night's sleep.

How many moments of Crawley
history has this room seen?

With many more to come.

I hope so.

In fact...

What happened in the search
for Mr. Pumpkin?

Swire's heir?

Have you heard anything?

Yes, Charkham sent a telegram.

I've got it here, actually.

Oh.

"Convincing proof
of Pulbrook’s death, stop.

Investigating date."

Well, what does that mean?

Well, if Pulbrook died
after Reggie,

then his heirs get the money.

But if he died first, then I do.

But that's absurd!

What right have his heirs
to inherit anything?

Well, darling,
what right have I?

And frankly, what difference
does it make?

| shan't keep it
if I get it.

Well, actually, you will.

Because something rather
terrible has happened.

You see...

Apparently Papa has lost
a great deal of money.

Enough to ruin him.

Enough for us
to lose Downton.

God, I'm sorry.

I'm so sorry.

Yes, but surely,

if Mr. Pulbrook did die
before Swire, then we're saved.

Darling, I don't think
you understand.

Reggie Swire would have
put me in his will

because he believed I was
his daughter's one true love.

So you were.

Yes, but...

But I broke Lavinia's
heart and she died.

He never knew that.

How could I possibly
allow myself

to profit from her death?

To dine in splendor

because I took away
a woman's will to live?

So you're prepared
to destroy us

in payment
for your destroying her?

Darling, please!

You know I would do
anything for this family.

Anything except help us.

Except save Papa from
living out the rest of his days

in humiliation and grief.

And what about us?

What about our children?

Oh God, Matthew,
how can you be so disappointing?

Mary, please...

No!

Don't you see what this means?

Don't you see what
a difference this makes?

It means that you're
not on our side, Matthew.

It means that deep down,
you're not on our side!

ANNA:
How are you getting on
with your new companion?

BATES:
I don ’1‘ like him, but so far
I ’ve kept it to myself.

So, who are the bridesmaids?

You don't care about all that.

You're wrong.

It's the stuff of my dreams.

The panic that a dinner
won't be ready,

or a frock isn't ironed,

or a gun wasn't cleaned.

Do you know where you're going
for the honeymoon?

Oh, I want
to talk about that.

They'll stay in London with Lady
Rosamund for a couple of days,

just to get used
to each other...

laughing

And then they go
to the south of France.

|'|| hire
a replacement in London

and then I'll come home instead.

Lady Mary won't mind.

I'll pay.

And why would you do that?

Well, to be near you,
of course.

Don't you understand?

While I'm in here,

you have to live my life
as well as your own.

Go to France, see some sights,
get us some memories.

But I wouldn't be home
for a month.

And won't we have something
to talk about?

Go.

I insist.

For my sake.

l was so afraid
I was going to be late.

To think...

Oh!

Violet.

Oh dear, I'm afraid the war
has made old women of us both.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

But then I always
keep out of the sun.

How do you find Downton
on your return?

Much the same, really.

Probably too much the same.

But then I don't want to cast
a pa over all the happiness.

How could you ever do that?

Tell me, what do you think
of young Lochinvar,

who has so ably carried off
our granddaughter and our money?

Do you approve of him?

Not as much as you will,
when you get to know him.

Hmm.

Has he gone home to change?

Oh no, we won't
see him again tonight.

The groom never sees the bride
the night before the wedding.

Nothing ever alters
for you people, does it?

Revolutions erupt

and monarchies crash
to the ground

and the groom still cannot see
the bride before the wedding.

You Americans never understand
the importance of tradition.

Yes, we do.

We just don't
give it power over us.

History and tradition
took Europe into a world war.

Maybe you should think
about letting go of its hand.

There you are.

| see you've said hello
to Grandmama.

She is like a homing pigeon.

She finds our underbelly
every time.

Dreadful!

ROBERT:
No, it wasn't me.

Someone sent Sybil and Tom

the price of the tickets
to come over.

SYBIL:
Does it matter who it was?

It meant we could be
at the wedding.

Of course,
lwish it had been you, Papa,

but I don't mind.

I thank them,
whoever they are.

Well, I'm very glad you're here
but it wasn't me either,

I'm sad to say.

Well, I love a mystery.

Who could it be?

My guess is Cousin Isobel.

She always likes
to stick her oar in.

I'm going to ask her.

For heaven's sake, it was me.

You?

But it wasn't
your writing.

No, Smithers did it.

Like all ladies' maids,
she lives for intrigue.

You wanted me to come here?

I wanted Sybil
and her husband to be here

for Mary's wedding, yes.

Why keep that secret?

VIOLET:
It was silly, wasn't it?

I'm very touched.

I'll admit it.

MARTHA:
How democratic.

It makes me think maybe
I've been mistaken in you.

lam a woman of many parts.

After all, Branson isn't...

I mean, Tom.

You are a member
of the family now.

You'll find we Crawleys
stick together.

Not always.

Mary, what is it?

Oh, nothing.

It's just...

Oh, Mary, dear...

door opens, Mary walks out

Oh, there you are.

That's all for this course,
don't you think, Daisy?

ls Daisy all right,
Mrs. Patmore?

Oh, yes.

She's being
such a big help.

Now, I think we should
check the pudding, Daisy.

Don't you agree?

CORA:
It’s nerves.

Everyone cries at some point
before their wedding.

But what was the quarrel about?

EDITH:
I'm not sure.

I know she accused him
of not being "on our side."

Well, I hope she's wrong,
or that could be rather serious.

ROBERT:
Of course he's on our side.

It's ridiculous.

I'll go and see him.

No, I'll go.

I'm his best man.

I should be the one to go.

What?

I know what it is

to marry into this family.

I'm not comparing myself
to Mr. Crawley,

but he is another
kind of outsider.

ROBERT:
Well, I hardly...

MARTHA:
Well, why not?

He's the one who'll lose his job

if the wedding's cancelled.

| see what you're doing,
you know.

What's that, then?

Not responding to my protest.

Oh, "Not responding
to my protest."

Very elegant, I must say.

Who've you been talking to?

Thomas?

Well...

Oh, just gimme the cloth
and I'll dry.

But suppose he never
gets the money?

It's not about money.

It's that he won't save Papa
when he could.

But he has to be
true to himself.

That's the point.

He puts himself above
the rest of us, don't you see?

What I see is
a good man, m'lady.

And they're not like buses.

There won't be another one
along in ten minutes' time.

BRANSON:
It seems big,
but it's not big.

And if it happens

and | get the money?

I can't do what she wants.

It's strange for me to be
arguing about inherited money

and saving estates

when the old me
would like to put a bomb

under the lot of you.

But?

But you're meant to be together.

I've known that as long
as I've been at the house.

And at first this
kept you apart

and then that
kept you apart,

but please don't risk it
a third time.

Because I'll tell you this:

You won't be happy
with anyone else

while Lady Mary
walks the earth.

Call her Mary, please.

Never mind
what I call her.

I know what I'll call you

if you let this chance
slip through your fingers.

gentle knock at door

MATTHEW:
ljust need a word.

No, 90 away.

I'm undressed.

You can't come in.

One word.

Come to the door.

BRANSON:
Please just give him
this chance.

MATTHEW:
lwon't look at you.

It'd be unlucky if you did.

Only if we were getting married.

Which we are.

My darling, I refuse
to quarrel about something

that hasn't happened
and probably never will.

That's what Anna says.

Then she's right.

My darling, I'm sure
we will fight about money

and about Downton,

about how to rear our children,

about any number
of other things.

Then shouldn't we
accept it?

Matthew, I've been thinking,

and I'm not angry now,
truly I'm not.

But if we can disagree

over something as fundamental
as this,

then shouldn't we be brave

and back away now?

No.

It's not because you're
afraid of calling it off?

Because I'm not.

No.

It's because of something
Tom said.

That I would never be happy
with anyone else

as long as you
walked the earth,

which is true.

And I think you feel
the same about me.

Can I kiss you?

Because I need to.

Very much.

No.

It's bad luck to look at me.

What about if I close my eyes
and you do, too?

All right.

But you mustn't cheat.

Good night.

Right.

I'm off to collect Matthew.

You look very smart.

I hope so, because I'm
extremely uncomfortable.

Branson...

That is...

Tom.

I want to thank you
for what you did last night.

I'm grateful.

I mean it.

They're both strong characters.

I'd say we have plenty
of slamming doors

and shouting matches to come.

Forgive me,
l was about to be indignant,

but of course you have a perfect
right to speak as you do.

I hope you mean that, too.

I do.

Now hurry up.

CORA:
You'd ask, wouldn't you?

If there was anything
you wanted me to tell you.

I mean, I'm sure you know.

More than you did.

And relax.

There isn't anything
I need to hear now.

Because when two people love
each other, you understand,

everything...

...is the most terrific fun.

laughing

Careful, Mama,
or you'll shock Anna.

I'm a married woman now, m'lady.

laughing

I think
we should go.

What about Anna?

How are you going to get
to the church?

They're waiting for me
in the wagonette.

I'll see you there.

I know mine was a wild,
runaway marriage, darling,

and yours is the one
everyone wanted,

but what's so thrilling

is that this is
every bit as romantic.

Thank you.

For always being so sweet.

Love and position,
in one handsome package.

Who could ask for more?

Never mind Edith.

Well...

Very, very good luck,
my beautiful daughter.

Now you've a great big motor car
all to yourselves.

Just think of that!

So we expect you to behave
as if you were quite grown up.

You can do that, can't you?

Have you got everything
you need?

Yes.

Come on, then.

Be careful of your dress.

children giggling

Settle down.

All right?

Don't do anything
lwouldn't do.

CHILDREN:
Bye!

Bye-bye!

Have you got
everything you need?

We do.

Now, be off with you
and enjoy yourself.

| wish we were going.

And who'd get the food ready
for when they come back?

Still, fetch your coat
and we'll see her off.

Right.

See you in a minute.

We'rejust leaving now, m'lord.

As soon as we've got Anna.

ANNA:
Here comes the bride!

Will I do, Carson?

Very nicely, m'lady.

Thank heavens you got
everything settled.

You had me worried.

It's not quite settled,
I'm afraid.

He won't get off
that easily.

But you're happy?

lam.

And what about you?

I'm so happy.

So very happy, I feel
my chest will explode.

organ playing
"Jesu, Joy of Man's Desiring"

It's so lovely
that you're here.

Come behind us.

I can't,
I'm not family.

But you almost are.

Morning.

Thank you.

Molesley.

I'm very grateful to you

for keeping Mr. Branson
up to the mark.

We both are, aren't we?

We certainly are.

Thank you, sir.

This is a proud day,
Mrs. Hughes.

Idon't know if I'm proud,

but I'm very glad
you're happy, Mr. Carson.

You're next, darling.

You'll see.

Will I?

It's so encouraging
to see the future unfurl.

As long as you remember

it will bear no resemblance
to the past.

cheering, church bells ringing

cheering

Good luck.

organ playing processional

You came.

To be honest, I wasn't
completely sure you would.

I'm glad to hear it.

I should hate
to be predictable.

laughing softly

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