All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S01E06.Episode.6.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy_track3_eng

Last June saw Emily Davison
crushed to death

beneath the hooves
of the king's horse!

Will the summer of 1914 prove
as fatal for the hopes of women?

It cannot!

(men heckling)

This historic by-election
can be the first step

of the journey
to women's equality.

If you're so keen on women's
rights, let a woman speak!

MAN:
Why stop there?

Let's get the dogs up
and listen to them bark!

(jeering)

Women... women...
are thrown out...

Are you all right,
m'lady?

Isn't it exciting?

(men continue jeering)

Sybil, I think it's time
for Branson to take you home.

Not yet.

I think so.

I applaud your spirit
in coming,

and I will applaud your
discretion when you leave.

SYBIL:
But you agree

with everything he says?
I do, my dear.

But I also know if
anything happens to you,

Branson will lose his place.

Better safe than sorry,
m'lady.

...is an act of mercy.

I disagree!

The car's just here.

Women must get the vote,
mustn't they, Branson?

Why does the prime minister
resist the inevitable?

Politicians can't often
recognize the changes

that are inevitable.

I hope you do
go into politics.

It's a fine ambition.

Ambition or dream?

If I do, it's not all about
women and the vote for me,

nor even freedom for Ireland.

It's the gap between the
aristocracy and the poor and...

And what?

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to speak
against His Lordship.

Why not?

You obviously
don't approve of him.

Not as a representative
of an oppressive class,

but he's a good man
and a decent employer.

Spoken like
a true politician.

(chuckling)

What do I look like?

Could you sneak me
round the back?

I should hate for Papa
to see me like this.

(Mrs. Patmore shouting
in nearby room)

(knocking lightly)

Mrs. Patmore is very cruel
to that poor girl.

Mrs. Patmore is frightened.

Is she right to be?

Well, Dr. Clarkson has
confirmed she has cataracts.

What can be done about it?

There are treatments, but even
the best are uncertain.

She doesn't want to risk losing
what sight she still has.

I don't blame her,
but it can't go on forever.

No.

Oh, dear.

Have you had bad news?

I shouldn't have bothered you.

You weren't to know.

Oh!
Excuse me, m'lady.

William, will you find Anna
and tell her I've gone upstairs?

Very good, m'lady.

Oh, sorry.
(tea splashes)

You clumsy clodhopper!

Sorry.

Look at this!
You will be sorry
Leave him alone.hed you!

Anna, Lady Sybil's
back from Ripon.

She's gone up to her room.

Thank you.

O'BRIEN:
Why does she waste

her precious time on politics?

Hear, hear.

Oh, don't you believe
in rights for women, Thomas?

What's it to you?

Well, I know you don't believe
in rights of property.

I think some people might
find that interesting.

Who's going to tell them? You?

(knock at door)

Mr. Carson, are you all right?

Why shouldn't I be?

You've never rung
the dressing gong,

and Mrs. Patmore's doing
a soufflé for the first course.

Oh, my God.

ROBERT:
Rather unlike Carson.

We'd better go
straight in to dinner.

I shall tell Miss O'Brien
and Anna.

Any more news
of the by-election?

Mr. Crawley was here earlier.

He said his mother had gone
to the Liberal rally in Ripon.

I heard it was quite lively.

I dare say the Townies
will make the usual stink

when the Tory candidate's
returned.

I'm not sure.

I heard the Liberal was
given a hard time today.

Mr. Branson said it was getting
out of hand when they left.

Typical Branson to be there.

I hope he squared it
with Carson.

Who went with him?

Er...

I'm not sure anyone
went with him, My Lord.

You just said "they."

Who was with him?

I'd rather not say.

Bates, who was with him?

Lady Sybil.

Lady Sybil?

Why?

I should never have
mentioned it, My Lord.

I thought you knew.

No, I did not know.

I gather you went to hear
the Liberal candidate today?

There were several
speakers actually.

He was the last.

Did he speak well?

I thought so.

ROBERT:
But there was
quite a brouhaha.

You know what these
things can be like.

I do.
(bangs down fork)

Which is
why I am astonished

you should not feel it necessary
to ask my permission to attend!

ROBERT:
I assume this was
Branson's scheme.

No...

ROBERT:
I confess I was amused
at the idea

of an Irish radical
for a chauffeur,

but I see now I
have been naïve.

CORA:
I told Branson
to take Sybil.

What are you saying?!

Sybil needed to go to Ripon.

I asked Branson to drive her.

I thought it would be sensible,
in case there was trouble.

I want to do
some canvassing.

The by-election
isn't far off.

Canvassing?

Oh, it's quite safe.

You're in a group
and you knock on doors.

Yes, I know what canvassing is.

I think that Sybil is...

What? Are you canvassing, too?

Or would you rather
take in washing?

I was only going to say

that Sybil is entitled
to her opinions.

No, she isn't
until she is married.

Then her husband will tell her
what her opinions are.

Oh, Granny!

I knew you wouldn't approve.

Which presumably is why you all
hid your plans from me.

Her Ladyship will have a smacked
bottom if she's not careful.

CARSON:
Hurry up.

I don't want anything else
to go wrong tonight.

Where's the sauce?

Doesn't this have
Hollandaise?

I'll get it.
I won't be a jiffy.

Would you do that for me?

I'd do anything for you.

Does this mean you won't
be presented next month?

Certainly not.

Why should it?

VIOLET:
Well, I doubt I'd expect

to curtsey to
Their Majesties in June,

when I'd been arrested

at a riot in May,
but then I'm old.

Things may be different now.

She hasn't been arrested
and it wasn't a riot.

But it might be next time.

There will not be
a next time.

(sighs)

Her Ladyship's not best pleased
at being told off in public.

William said
she was looking daggers.

I'm sorry I started all this.

BRANSON:
Ah, it's not your fault.

Anyway, he ought to be glad
he's got a daughter who cares.

Her Ladyship's ready to leave.

I'll bring the car round.

Are you pleased with yourself?

Silly chump.

He's nervous.

He thinks I'm planning to tell
Mr. Carson about the wine.

Well, he shouldn't have
stolen it then, should he?

No.

But I don't want anyone to lose
their job because of me.

Even Thomas?

Even after what they
tried to do to you?

Even then.

Your Ladyship,
do you have a moment?

Of course.

I have received a letter,
m'lady, from a friend of mine.

He's valet to the Marquess
of Flintshire.

I don't envy him.

Lord Flintshire is a minister
at the Foreign Office.

As you know, Lady Flintshire
is His Lordship's cousin.

Of course, of course.

The point is, he has dealings
with the Turkish ambassador.

It seems His Excellency
has made him privy

to a scurrilous story concerning
Lady Mary and the late...

Mr. Pamuk.

May I read this letter?

Is there anything
you want me to do about it?

No, thank you.

Sometimes even to deny
these things

is only to throw paraffin
onto the flames.

I did try to inform
His Lordship...

What?

But I couldn't seem
to find the right moment.

Quite right.

Please leave His Lordship to me.

I'm sorry.

The only sure way
to get rid of a servant

is to have him or her
suspected of stealing.

Aren't you forgetting
we've tried that

and it didn't work?

But last time we
invented a theft.

What we need to do is
to make him a suspect

when something's
really been stolen.

How do we know anything's
been stolen?

Because you stole it,
you noodle.

Oh, you mean the wine.

Yeah, the wine.

But that's the whole point;
Bates knows I took it.

He was threatening
to tell Mr. Carson.

Well, he can't, can he?

Not if we get in first.

Are you telling me you saw him

take the cellar key?

Not exactly,
but I saw him in here

and I thought the key
was swinging on its hook.

I just wondered if you'd noticed
if any of the wine was missing.

I think I owe you an apology,
after the way I spoke at dinner.

Next time you want to treat me
like a naughty schoolgirl,

you might do it in private,
not in front of the servants.

You're right.
I'm sorry.

Of course
it gave your mother

her best evening
since Christmas.

Even so, we must try
to keep control of Sybil.

Robert, believe me,
Sybil is not your problem.

We've got to support Mary
this year.

When we get to London.

But it's Sybil's
first Season.

We can't have Mary
stealing her thunder.

Sybil will do well enough.

It's time Mary was settled.

High time.

Poor old Edith.

We never seem
to talk about her.

I'm afraid Edith will be the one
to care for us in our old age.

What a ghastly prospect.

Mama?

Anna said you wanted me.

Look who's paid us a visit.

MARY:
Sir Anthony!

How nice.

We all thought
we'd driven you away

with that horrible
salty pudding.

(laughing):
No, indeed.

But I have been away.

He's been in Austria
and Germany.

How interesting.

Interesting... and worrying.

Sir Anthony is here
to show you his new car.

Oh...

I've rather taken
to driving myself

and I have to keep finding
destinations to justify it.

What kind of car is it?

It's an open Rolls Royce,

and I wondered if you might
like a spin in it.

Oh, how kind.

But alas, not today.

I've had Diamond saddled

and he's waiting for me.

You could ride
this afternoon.

But it's arranged now.

But thank you, Sir Anthony.

Do ask me again.

I... don't suppose
you'd take me?

Of course.

I should be delighted.

What is it that I am accused of?

Oh, nobody is "accusing" you
of anything, but there has been

a suggestion that you were
handling the cellar key,

and before I take it
any further, I want to find

if there's a simple explanation.

Because some wine is missing.

How do you know that?

Right.

Well, we'll leave it
there for now.

The kaiser is such
a mercurial figure--

one minute the warlord,
the next a lovelorn poet.

But a poet in need
of an empire.

That's very good.

"A poet in need
of an empire"-- yes.

My late wife
used to say that...

What did Lady Strallan
used to say?

Oh, never mind.

But I should like to hear it.

Really?

Would you really?

She used to say that Kaiser Bill
loved uniforms and medals

but he never really connected
them with fighting.

(both laugh lightly)

What was she like?

Maud?

Oh, she was awfully funny.

Some people couldn't
see it, but she was.

Is Lynch anywhere about?

I haven't seen him,
m'lady.

My horse is lame.

I could have a look
at him.

Do you know about horses?

I looked after the horses
on my father's farm.

It was the best job
in the world.

Then why did you leave it?

Me mother wanted me to have
a chance of bettering myself.

As a second footman?

It's a good place
for me, m'lady.

Of course it is.

I'm sorry.

She hopes, one day, that
I might be first footman

or even get to be...

Carson had better watch out.

Stranger things happen
at sea.

(laughs lightly)

I've seen Mr. Bates with
a bottle from time to time.

I must have thought
he was helping you.

Why would I order a valet
to help with the wine?

Well, when you put it like that,
of course you wouldn't.

So, Mr. Bates is taking wine.

Why would this be?

To drink it?

It's not to clean his boots.

Thank you, Thomas.

Daisy?

Thomas says you have
something to add to this.

Well...

You are not in any trouble
or any danger of trouble.

You remember
what you saw.

I may have seen him
coming out of the cellar.

May?

Did you or didn't you?

It's very hard for
the girl, Mr. Carson.

You're frightening her.

I'm sorry.

Thank you.

You may go.

Thank you, O'Brien.

How is everything downstairs?

All right,
I think, m'lady,

though Mr. Carson's
a bit cast down.

Oh? Why?

What's the matter with him?

He's found out
something about...

well, a person he admires,
and it isn't very nice.

Has he said
who this person is...

who's proved
a disappointment?

I don't like to say, m'lady.

Please do, if you know.

Oh, I know.

It's Mr. Bates.

Oh-- Bates.

Why? What's he done?

You should ask Mr. Carson,
m'lady.

It's not my place to tell.

Papa...

Can Branson drive me
into Ripon on Friday evening?

I don't think so, no.

Not after the last time.

Oh, please.

There's a meeting
of my borstal charity.

I've missed two,
and I simply must be there.

You'd have to take Mary
or Edith with you.

Don't make me.

Those meetings are deadly
at the best of times,

and you know what they're
like when they're bored.

Why are all your causes
so steeped in gloom?

Because it's the gloomy things
that need our help.

If everything in the garden's
sunny, why meddle?

Well, I agree with that.

Talking of sunny,

are you looking forward
to your coming Season?

I am, rather.

Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm in search of your father.

Carson thought
he was outside.

He's in the library.

Oh.

What is it?

Nothing much.

I've had an inquiry
about one of the farms.

Oh.

So, what's new
at the big house?

Sybil, mainly.

She's discovered politics,

which of course
makes Papa see red.

I admire Sybil's
passion, though.

Of course.

But then I like
a good argument.

Papa does not.

If you really like
an argument...

Yes?

We should see more
of each other.

So it's all right? I can go?

(dog whining softly)

Will you be late?

I think I'll miss dinner.

Well, remember to tell Branson
to take a sandwich for himself.

CORA:
But who's it from?

VIOLET:
Susan Flintshire.

CORA:
What does she say?

Well, prepare yourself
for the worst.

Not the first page.

My poor niece never uses
one word when 20 will do.

Start there.

"I am sorry..."

"I am sorry to have
to tell you that Hugh has heard

a vile story about
your granddaughter Mary..."

Sorry?

She's thrilled.

Now, first I must ask--

and I want you to think
carefully before you answer--

is any of this true?

I see.

Some of it is true.

How much?

Oh, dear.

She didn't drag him.

I wondered about that.

I mean, obviously Susan's
forgotten the distance

between the girls' rooms
and the bachelors' corridor.

She couldn't manage it alone.

So how did she do it?

I helped her.

She woke me up
and I helped her.

Well...

I always thought this family

might be approaching
dissolution.

I didn't know dissolution
was already upon us.

Does Robert know?

No, and he isn't going to.

Oh...

Of course
it was terribly wrong.

It was all terribly wrong,
but I didn't see what else...

Please!

I can't listen to your attempts
to try and justify yourself.

I know this is hard
for you to hear.

God knows it was hard
for me to live through.

But if you expect me
to disown my daughter,

I'm afraid you will
be disappointed.

Good day.

I thought you must
be out here.

And you'd be right.

I know you're upset.

Yes, I'm upset.

I've been working here
two years

and yet Mr. Carson
has no difficulty

believing the worst of me.

I think he has
a great deal of difficulty,

which is why he hasn't
told His Lordship yet.

Can't you just explain
about Thomas?

Not now.

It would sound like
a false accusation.

You can't take it lying down,

because you're not
guilty of any wrong,

and before it's over,
I'm going to tell the world.

Are you?

I'm not sure the world
is listening.

Sorry,
I'm a bit late tonight.

Not to worry.

How are you?

Bearing up.

This isn't the end.

You mustn't give up.

We'll get there.

Forgive me, m'lady,

but you don't get it.

You're brought up to think
it's all within your grasp,

that if you want something
enough it will come to you.

Well, we're not like that.

We don't think our dreams are
bound to come true, because...

because they almost never do.

Then that's why
we must stick together.

Your dream is my dream now,
and I'll make it come true.

Why hasn't he done anything?

He's had the story
and the witnesses.

"The witnesses"?

What do you think this is,
a murder mystery?

Well, Mr. Bates can't
accuse me now.

It'll sound as if he's
trying to get his own back.

If I lose my job over this, I
swear to God I'll swing for you.

Is there any stale bread
you're throwing out?

And some salt.

Why?

Well, I thought I'd make
a last hot poultice for Diamond.

It'll give him a better night.

You big softie.

What'll Mr. Lynch say?

Well, he doesn't mind.

He says I've got the touch.

He thinks I should pack
this in and be a groom.

Why don't you?

My mum.

She was so excited
when I came here.

They're proud of me,
and I'd hate to spoil that.

Do you miss them?

I never had that
in my childhood.

Someone you could always trust.

I trust them,
they trust me.

There are no lies
in our house.

Thanks. That's enough.

I'm glad to catch you.

We have a conundrum
at the hospital,

and I would value
your opinion.

Of course.

We've been
treating the mother

of your footman,
William Mason.

What's the matter
with her?

Heart, I'm afraid.

She's forbidden us to say
anything to her son.

That's ridiculous.

She's gone home now,
but she's still very ill.

Clearly, the boy
should go and see her,

and I assume you would
have no objections.

Of course not.

So...

Do we break
a patient's confidence

and disobey her
orders, or not?

We can't,
if she's forbidden it.

I must say
I agree with you.

Well, I'll tell him.

No, you will not.

She has rights too,
and there are rules.

I don't care a fig
about rules.

BRANSON:
Where to from here, m'lady?

What do you mean?
We've arrived.

The meeting's in one
of these buildings here?

This is the meeting.

We're here for the
counting of the votes.

I don't understand.

I thought that...

Don't be silly,
Branson.

You didn't think I'd miss
my very first by-election?

(horn honks)
I don't think His Lordship
would approve.

Let me worry about him.

I have to park the car.

Don't move.
Stay where you are!

Really, Branson,
I thought I gave the orders.

(horn honks)

ROBERT:
Well, I said to...

Sir Anthony Strallan.

Sir Anthony?
Don't worry, Lady Grantham.

I haven't got the date wrong.

What a relief.

I could hear Cora wondering
if dinner would stretch.

I'm not really here at all, but
I was driving past your gates

on the way
to the Callender-Becketts,

and I thought I'd take a chance.

You see, the thing is,
I've got two tickets

for a concert in York

next Friday.

How nice.

Although I can't...

No, I was hoping that Lady Edith
might like to accompany me.

But I'd love to.

ROBERT:
Shouldn't you ask

what sort of concert it is?

Just Hungry Hundreds
stuff mostly, you know.

Bellini, Puccini, Rossini.

I'm not up to anything
complicated.

I'd like that very much.

Excellent.

Well, it's quite a hike, so
I'll pick you up around 6:00.

Lady Jervas has asked us
for a bite to eat afterwards,

if that's all right
with your mother?

By all means.

Well, I must run.

I hope I haven't spoilt
your dinner.

We may have to hire
a nurse after all.

MRS. PATMORE:
Oh, for heaven's sake,
hold it steady

if you don't want to start again
from the beginning.

Do these biscuits go up?

No, I put them out
for the fairies.

Oh.

Of course they're going up.

What's wrong with you?

You're always dozy,

but tonight you'd make
Sleeping Beauty look alert.

I was just thinking.

Blimey, batten down
the hatches.

I think I've
let myself down.

It can't be
a new sensation.

(crowd clamoring)
The Honorable
Joseph Gerald Ansty

for the Conservative and
Unionist Party: 6,363 votes.

Vote for women!

(crowd continues shouting)
Martin James Dillon, for the
Socialist Party: 2,741 votes.

Can we call it
a day, m'lady?

Don't be silly.

This is the moment
we've come for.

Trevor Andrew Morgan,
the Liberal Party...

This lot aren't interested
in politics.

They're spoiling for a fight.

(man continues reading
vote totals)

I hereby declare
that the Honorable...

Come on, out you get, lads!

We'll soon wipe the smile
off their Tory bloody faces.

SPEAKER:
...is duly elected to serve
as Member of Parliament.

Sybil!

What on earth
are you doing here?

I couldn't miss this.
Couldn't you? I could.

BRANDON:
I don't like the look
of this, m'lady.

Look, look, I'm on your side.

Don't cause any trouble;
you have to believe me.

What's your problem then,
Mr. La-di-da?

My problem is you.

Oh-aye.

(bottle shatters)

Oh, no.

Oh, please God, no.

This way.

I've fetched a coat.

Why?
What do I need a coat for?

I've called
to fetch you, m'lady.

We've taken Lady Sybil to
Crawley House in the village.

What's happened?

I took her to Ripon
for the count.

She got injured in a fight.

Take me there at once.

My God.

Oh, my darling...

I didn't know what to do, so
I had Branson bring her here.

Quite right.

Mama would have fainted
if she'd seen her like this.

As for Papa...

This will sting a bit,
but it's stopped bleeding.

Did you know
she was planning this?

Of course not.

Well, what were
you doing there?

I was working late.

I'd forgotten it was election
night or I wouldn't have stayed.

I'm so grateful you did.

I could ring Branson's neck.

MATTHEW:
What was he thinking?

I'm afraid it'll cost him
his job.

No, I told him he was taking
me to a committee meeting.

When he realized what it was,
he wanted to come straight back.

You'll have to stick up for him,

because Papa
will skin him alive.

Are you feeling
strong enough to go home?

I think so,

if you'll take me.

MARY:
Here, wear my coat

to cover the blood.

You'll look more normal.

Lean on me.

Thank you so much for this.

By the way, what happened
to William's mother?

Not good, I'm afraid.

She's home, but she's
still very weak.

Another attack
should finish her.

And he still doesn't know?

She's adamant.

I've tried to explain
how hard it'll be on him,

but she won't
have him disturbed.

To hear her talk, you'd think
he was a cabinet minister.

He's made her proud.

There are plenty of children
in grander circumstances

who'd love to say the same.

(locks door)

I wish you'd tell me
what's troubling you.

If it's this business
with Mr. Bates...

It's not that.

I'll get to the bottom of that.

Well, I hope
you'll do it soon.

If there's one thing I hate,
it's an "atmosphere,"

and we've got a real
atmosphere going now.

It's an unfair rumor
which needs to be scotched.

It's very hard

to hear the names of people
you love dragged in the mud.

You feel so powerless.

Well, I respect Mr. Bates,

but I'm not sure
that I love him.

I wasn't thinking of Mr. Bates.

(knock at door)

Mr. Carson,
have you got a minute?

What is it, Daisy?

Mr. Carson's a very busy man.

I know he is, but I think
he'll want to hear this.

I told you something
that wasn't true.

Why would you do that?

I did it as a favor
for a friend,

but I know now
he was wrong to ask it of me.

She's not badly hurt, is she?

I don't think so, no.

Thank God.

Better be prepared.

I'm afraid Lord Grantham
will hit the roof.

I never would have
taken her there.

I may be a Socialist,
but I'm not a lunatic.

I'm not sure Papa
knows the difference.

You'll let me know
how she gets on?

Please.

If you wish.

How dare you?!

How dare you disobey me
in this way?!

Robert, I'm sure...

Are you so knowledgeable
about the great world

(shouting):
that my instructions
are to be set as nothing?

Papa, I'm sorry I disobeyed you,
but I'm interested.

I'm political;
I have opinions.

Of course I blame Branson.

I don't think that's fair.
We had none of this--

none of it-- until he set foot
in our house!

I suppose I should give thanks

he hasn't burnt
the place down over our heads!

Branson didn't know anything
about it until we arrived there.

He leaves tonight.

SYBIL:
If you punish Branson,

I'll never speak
to you again-- never!

MARY:
I don't believe this
is Branson's fault.

Truly, Papa.
Blame me.

I do blame you!

CORA:
Robert, can we do this

in the morning?

Sybil needs rest.

If I find tomorrow that Branson
is missing, I'll run away.

I warn you.

(scoffs)
Oh?

And where would you go?

Well, I can't think now, but I
will go, and you'll be sorry.

I should be sorry.

Very sorry indeed.

How is she?

MARY:
She'll be perfectly fine.

I gather you're the shining
knight in all this.

Not really, but I'm glad
I was there.

So am I, by heaven.

If it had been left to
that bloody fool, Branson.

You should see
what he reads.

It's all Marx and Ruskin
and John Stuart Mill.

I ask you.

Papa prefers the servants
to read the Bible

and letters from home.

There are sandwiches
for Mr. Crawley

in the dining room,
Lady Mary.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

We couldn't let you starve.

You really didn't have to.

ROBERT:
Mary, look after Matthew.

I'll go up and revive
your mother.

Do you stand by your story?

I don't have a story.

You saw Mr. Bates
in here alone,

hanging up the cellar key.

To me, that is a story.

I only said
I might have seen him.

Suppose I was wrong?

And Miss O'Brien,
were you then wrong

when you thought you saw
Mr. Bates carrying a bottle?

You wicked creature.

Anna!

You are here to watch,
not to participate.

I don't think I was wrong, no.

What do you say
to that, Mr. Bates?

I know this to be untrue
because I have no need of it.

Since I arrived at Downton,

you have never seen me drink
one drop of alcohol.

Let us say, then, that Miss
O'Brien was... mistaken.

Mistaken, my eye.

And Daisy, we all know the value

of your contribution.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

But I must ask
one thing, Mr. Bates.

How did you know the
wine had been taken?

I'm afraid
I cannot answer that.

We can drink
to Sybil's safe return.

Why not?

I'll ring for a glass.

Never mind that.

Here.

You're not very fastidious

about doing things
properly, are you?

Are you?

Less than you might think.

Are you at all political?

Yes, but with
a hung Parliament,

it's hard to get excited
about a by-election.

You know nothing will
change, whoever gets in.

If I might keep you for
a minute more, Mr. Carson?

If you'd like me to leave?

No, I would like you to
stay, please, Mrs. Hughes.

And you, Anna.

You have decided
not to take action

over the allegations
Thomas has made against me

because you believe them
to be untrue.

That is correct.

And you are right;
there is no truth in them.

But if you were to proceed
with the matter,

you would find them
to be proven.

Thomas has tried
to convince you

that I am a drunkard
and a thief.

Which we never believed.

Because you know no different.

Until a couple of years ago,

I was a drunkard,

and I was imprisoned as a thief.

I have repaid your
kindness very poorly.

I masqueraded as a man
of honor and integrity,

but by any moral code,
I am disgraced.

That can't be the whole story.

Perhaps not, but it's enough
of it to demand my resignation.

Do you want to leave,
Mr. Bates?

No, but I feel I have no choice.

You owe me a say
in the matter, surely?

If you wish.

Then I will consider the case
and give you my decision

when I have discussed it
with His Lordship.

Until then, I hope you
will remain in your post.

Thank you for coming
to Sybil's rescue.

You were very brave.

She told me you knocked
a man down.

I hope I did my duty.

Are you a creature
of duty?

Not entirely.

When you laugh with me
or flirt with me,

is that a duty?

Are you conforming to
the fitness of things?

Doing what's expected?

Don't play with me.

I don't deserve it.

Not from you.

You must be careful not
to break Sybil's heart.

I think she has
a crush on you.

That's something no one
could accuse you of.

Oh, I don't know.

I assume you speak
in a spirit of mockery.

You should have more faith.

Shall I remind you of
some of the choicest remarks

you made about me
when I arrived here?

Because they live in my memory

as fresh as the day
they were spoken.

Oh, Matthew, what am
I always telling you?

You must pay no attention
to the things I say.

Mr. Bates.

Anna.

Will you really leave?

I doubt His Lordship wants
a thief in the house.

Now go to sleep
and dream of a better man.

I can't.

Because there isn't one.

(door opens, bottles clanking)

Has Matthew gone?

Yes.

Thank the Lord
he was there.

I hope you thanked
Matthew properly.

I got them to make him
some sandwiches.

That's not quite what I meant.

And he asked me to marry him.

Heavens!
What did they put in them?

I'm serious.

He proposed to me.

Oh, my dear...

Have you given him an answer?

Only that I'd think about it.

Well, that's an advance on what
it would have been a year ago.

Do you want to marry him?

I know you want me
to marry him.

What we want doesn't matter.

At least it's not
all that matters.

Do you love Matthew?

Yes.

I think perhaps I do.

I think I may have loved him
for much longer than I knew.

Oh, my darling.

Let's not pretend
this isn't the answer

to every one of our prayers.

I'd have to tell him.

Oh...

Is it absolutely necessary?

If I didn't, I'd feel as if
I'd caught him with a lie.

(door opens)

I hope you know
that really smart people

sleep in separate rooms.

I always keep the bed made up
in the dressing room,

so at least I pretend
we sleep apart.

Isn't that enough?
No. Never mind.

Good night.

Oh, haven't you gone up yet?

Blow this out.

You're the last.

Good night.

Good night.

Good night.

(softly):
I'm going to bloody get him.

I don't care what you say.

What would I say?

Everything comes
to him who waits.

Well, I've waited
long enough.

Does Carson know you're here?

I heard you
were going out,

and I wanted to see
how he was walking.

Lynch is happy
for me to ride him?

Oh, yes. He's better.

But I'll wait and see what
he's like when you're up.

William, are you
planning to go home soon?

Well, it's a bit far
for my half day,

but I can maybe get
the time to go in July,

when the family's in London.

That's if I don't go
with you, of course.

I think you should take
a few days off and go now.

I'll fix it.

I'll speak
to Father and to Carson.

No one will mind.

But why, m'lady?

Your mother's not been well.

Wha... how do you know?

I heard someone mention it
in the village.

I forget who.

I had a letter
and she never said.

Oh, I'm sure it's nothing,

but I know it would
cheer her to see you.

Well... if it wouldn't
be a bother.

It won't.

I'll arrange it
as soon as I get back.

Thank you very much, m'lady.

She ought to spend some time

with the people she loves.

(door opens)

The Dowager Countess, m'lady.

Good afternoon, my dear.

Good afternoon.

There's no need to be so prim.

I come in peace.

Shall I sit here?

Now, I've been thinking.

I confess I do not know if
I would have had strength,

mentally or physically,

to carry a corpse
the length of this house...

but I hope I would have done.

You were quite right.

When something bad happens,
there's no point

in wishing it had not happened.

The only option
is to minimize the damage.

Or try to.

But if the Flintshires
have got hold of it...

I've written to Susan.

I said it was a story

made up by Mr. Pamuk's enemies
to discredit him.

Even if she doesn't believe me,

she won't tell in case
it reflects badly on her.

The ambassador is dangerous,

but then, how many people really
go to the Turkish embassy?

It only takes one.

Well, that just
can't be helped.

We can't have him assassinated.

I suppose.

Robert still
doesn't suspect.

Oh, I should hope not.

No, our only way forward

is to get Mary settled
as soon as possible.

I have news on that score.

Matthew has proposed.

(gasps)
My, my.

Has she said yes?

She hasn't said anything yet,

except that she's going to have
to tell him about Pamuk.

For heaven's sake, why?

She thinks to keep it secret
would be dishonorable.

She reads too many novels.

I mean, one way or another,

everyone goes down the aisle
with half the story hidden.

The question is,
will she accept Matthew?

I'm not sure.

(sighs)

Well, if she doesn't, we'll
just have to take her abroad.

In these moments,
you can normally find

an Italian who isn't too picky.

We'll give her till
the start of the grouse.

Very well.

If she turns Matthew down, we'll
take her to Rome in the autumn.

It's official.

Thank you for not
turning against her.

I know that you have rules,

and when people break them
you find it hard to forgive.

I understand that
and I respect it.

In this case,
Mary has the trump card.

What?

Mary is family.