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MRS. HUGHES:
Hurry up, girls, come on.

Come on, come on!

You should be done here.

They'll be back from the station
any second now.

I haven't had a chance to ask,
how was London?

Much as usual.

Dirty, noisy and
quite enjoyable.

There was no need for you
to come back a day early.

I'm perfectly capable
of getting the house ready.

Of course you are.

But I like to have the heavy
luggage back and unpacked

before they get here.

I suppose...

Steady, William.

This isn't a race.

Poor lad.

But he did see her?

I was worried when I took him
to King's Cross.

Yes, he had time
to say goodbye.

How is he now?

Well, you've only got
one mother, haven't you?

They're here,
Mrs. Hughes.

Hello, William.

It's good
to have you back.

What a relief
to be home.

Don't listen when
His Lordship pretends

not to enjoy
the Season.

When in Rome...

Will Lady Mary
be back soon?

She's staying on with my
sister for a couple of weeks.

So Grantham House
is closed?

It will be
by the end of this week.

CORA:
Dear Mrs. Hughes,

I hope you've had some time to
yourself while we've been away.

I've tackled a few jobs
that get forgotten about

when the house is full.

Any local news?

The main topic here

is the murder of
the Austrian Archduke.

Here and
everywhere else.

I'm afraid we haven't
heard the last of that.

How's William?

Bearing up.

Poor chap.

He has our sympathies.

I think I'll wash the train
off before dinner.

BATES:
Very good, m'lord.

I can unpack while
you're bathing.

I'll see you up there.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes,
have you had any thoughts

about the garden party
for the hospital?

I've started on it,

but there are things
we need to talk about.

Oh, dear.

That sounds like trouble.

I'll take my hat off.

Sybil?

You were a great success
in London, darling.

Well done.

You never say
that to me.

Don't I?

You were very
helpful, dear.

Thank you.

I hate to spoil Her
Ladyship's homecoming,

but what are we going
to do about Mrs. Patmore?

She's worse
than when you left.

Much worse.

Oh, and I meant to ask--
is there a decision?

About Mr. Bates leaving?

Not yet.

His Lordship wants the facts,
and Mr. Bates won't give them.

So what are
you going to say

to Her Ladyship
about Mrs. Patmore?

(sighs)

I'm not sure.

I don't want the
poor woman sacked,

but things cannot
go on as they are.

ROSAMUND:
There's nothing like
an English summer, is there?

MARY:
Except an English winter.

I'm sorry you haven't
received more invitations.

But then, after four seasons,

one is less a debutante
than a survivor.

My dear, is there anything
you're not telling me?

No.

Only one hears stories...

There's nothing,
Aunt Rosamund.

So, have you decided?

Whether or not
to marry Cousin Matthew?

Oh, there's no secret Cora
can keep for more than a month.

You'd be surprised.

I've told him I'll give him
my answer the day I get back.

Well, it would be
very tidy.

At least we can say that.

Fancy a smoke?

Don't mind if I do.

There they go, Guy Fawkes
and his assistant.

Which is which?

Here you are.

Surely if His Lordship hasn't
done anything until now,

it means he doesn't want
to take it any further.

WILLIAM:
Anna's made me

an armband, Mr. Carson.

For my mother.

Can I wear it?

I dare say.

Not when we're entertaining,
but otherwise.

Hello, Doctor.

I didn't know you were here.

No, Lady Grantham
sent a message.

Why? She's not ill, is she?

Not ill, exactly.

Would you mind waiting
in the library?

Pregnant?

You needn't be
quite so shocked.

Give me a moment.

You haven't been
pregnant for 18 years.

And I'm pregnant now.

I don't understand what
we've done differently.

Stop right there.

If you want to know more,

go down and offer
the doctor some whisky.

I can't take it in.

But you're pleased?

Of course.

Of course I'm pleased.

(laughs)

I didn't think she'd do it.

I told you she would.

I could see
she was interested.

And I was speaking as
one lady's maid to another.

That means something,
you know.

'Course we thought
we had him before,

but he's a slippery devil.

CLARKSON:
It's unusual, obviously.

Unusual? It's Biblical.

Not quite.

You understand that
women go through a...

a certain... change.

Thank you.

I know quite as much
as I need to about all that.

Well, sometimes it can result
in a surge of...

fertility,
for want of a better word.

But the child
will be healthy?

Oh, there's no reason why not.

How long has she...?

Hard to be precise.

Things had become
irregular, but...

Please.

I'd say she's about
four months gone.

It'll begin
to show soon.

And I don't suppose there's
any way of knowing if it's a...

I do beg your pardon,
m'lord.

I thought you
were alone.

No, please come in,
Mrs. Hughes.

I'm just leaving.

MRS. HUGHES:
William?

Well, thank you, Doctor...

I'd better start
writing some letters.

MRS. HUGHES:
Show Dr. Clarkson out.

I didn't want to bother Her
Ladyship if she's not well...

She's resting,
but tell me anyway.

It's Mrs. Patmore, m'lord.

The time has come when we
really have to make a decision.

Mmm.

THOMAS:
Now do you believe me?

Careful, Thomas.

Your position is
not a strong one.

Don't punish us,
Mr. Carson.

It's Mr. Bates
who's wanting here.

Tell me, Mr. Carson,
do you think it right

a man like that should
live and work at Downton?

Mr. Napier, m'lady.

What a surprise.

I'm afraid
you've just missed my aunt.

I know.

I watched her leave.

How are your
wedding plans going?

Not very well.

In fact, we've decided
to call it off.

Really?

It seemed quite fixed
at Sybil's ball.

What a shame.

Please.

It'll be better
in the long run.

Perhaps.

I know what high hopes
you have of the institution.

The thing is, Lady Mary,
I am here today

because I needed to tell you
something face to face

before you went
to the country.

Face to face?

Gracious me.

I've recently heard
gossip about the time

when I came to Downton
with Kemal Pamuk,

gossip that I believe has
made life difficult for you.

I've also heard it said

that I am the source
of these stories.

It is very important to me

that you should know
that I am not.

From that day to this,

I have never spoken
one word on the matter.

Then who did?

It seems to have come
from the Turkish Embassy,

from the ambassador
himself, in fact.

And his wife.

But who told them, if not you?

This is
the hard part.

When I discovered
the answer,

I debated whether
I should relay it,

but in the end
I feel you ought to know.

The suspense is killing me.

It was your sister, Lady Edith,
who wrote to the ambassador.

That is why people
accept the story.

Edith?

It is very hard to believe.

Harder for you than for me.

I love the thought
of a baby in the house,

but if it's a boy...

It'll be very hard
on Mr. Crawley.

I know,

I was no great champion
when he first arrived.

But it seems to me
he's tried his best,

and he's done
the decent thing.

I can't see that coming off.

You don't mean
the engagement?

But it's not an
engagement yet, is it?

She'd never throw him over.

Mr. Carson, Lady Mary Crawley
does not deserve you.

(scoffs)

VIOLET:
And she's not been in touch
with Cousin Matthew?

CORA:
Not that I've heard.

Wonderful news,
of course.

You must look
after yourself.

Don't worry, O'Brien has me
wrapped in silk and feathers.

You're lucky.

I have a horrible feeling

Simmons is about
to hand in her notice.

She's looking very
fidgety lately,

and I saw her hurrying
to meet the postman.

Oh, you poor thing.

Is there anything worse
than losing one's maid?

I mean, why would
she want to leave me?

I've been as gentle as a lamb.

Most of the time.

ROBERT:
I want to say I'll make
provision for you

if it's a boy
and you get pushed out.

Don't worry.

I know you can't.

If any man living
understands

the strength of
the entail, it's me.

I can give you Crawley House
for life, if it's a help.

Have you heard from Mary?

No. Have you?

By the way,
I want to ask a favor.

What's the name of your cook?

The one you brought
with you from Manchester?

Mrs. Bird.

I'll get it,
Mrs. Patmore!

Don't fuss me!

WILLIAM:
Is that everything?

DAISY:
Yeah.

How are you feeling?

Well, most people's parents
die before them...

THOMAS:
Oh, give it a rest.

Your mother knew
how to drag it out,

I'll say that for her.

What?

MRS. HUGHES:
Thomas!

Get up to the servery.

(screams)

You gave me the wrong cloth!

Sit down, Mrs. Patmore.

I can't sit down, I've got
the luncheon to finish!

It was not a suggestion.

Sit!

Daisy and I will
finish the luncheon.

So he'll give us this house
for life, will he?

How generous.

It is generous.

He doesn't have to.

But it's made me think.

You must stay here if you want,

but I wonder if it mightn't
be better all round

if I went back
to Manchester.

It may not be a boy.

Really, Mother.

You never approved of it all
in the first place.

If it is a boy, you should see
it as a release,

not a disappointment.

What does Mary say?

Nothing yet.

You wanted to see
Mrs. Bird, sir.

Yes, Mrs. Bird,

Lord Grantham has rather
a favor to ask of you.

I'm surprised Lord Grantham
knows that I exist, sir.

(laughs)

(knock on door)

I'm sorry to disturb you.

Quite all right.

Mr. Bates,

it's about your somewhat
startling confession.

As you'll have surmised,

His Lordship has yet to come
to a decision.

His delay is generous.

However, it will be
no surprise to you

that Miss O'Brien has been
unwilling to let things drop.

It seems that, when we were in
London, she made a new friend.

A lady's maid in the house of a
colonel in your former regiment.

Please tell me that this account
is false, at least in part.

I wish I could.

I'll have to show this
to His Lordship.

Of course you will.

I do not like to play
the part of Pontius Pilate,

but I'm afraid I must.

Lord Grantham will decide
what's to be done.

Mr. Bates...

I hope you do not feel that
I have treated you unjustly.

On the contrary, Mr. Carson.

I am astonished
at your kindness.

ROSAMUND:
Of all of you,

Sybil might find joy
in a cottage.

But not you.

We don't know
it'll be a boy.

Exactly.

So ask Matthew to wait
until the child is born.

If it's a girl you can
wed him happily,

and all will be
as it was before.

But if I delay,

won't he think I'm only
after him for his position?

Besides, I'm not sure
I want to put him off,

even without the title.

We get on so well, you know.

And he's terribly clever.

He might end up Lord Chancellor.

And he might not.

Oh, come along,
Mary, be sensible.

Can you really see yourself
dawdling your life away

as the wife of a
country solicitor?

But why would we ever want a
telephone at Downton, m'lord?

Well, they have
their uses.

You could speak to the
housekeeper in London.

That'd be helpful, surely.

I hope I've not failed in my
management of the recent move.

Not at all.

But the telephone
is here now,

and the girls got used to it
when we were in London.

Besides, none of us know what
the next few months will bring.

Because of
the Archduke's death?

Austria won't get what
it wants from Serbia.

And now Russia's
starting to rumble.

Well, there's not much
we can do about that.

So, will you take care
of the telephone man?

Hmm.

Oh, about Mr. Bates, m'lord.

I expect you've
had time to consider

the contents of that letter?

Yes, but I find it very odd.

Regimental silver?

I could more easily see
Bates as an assassin

than a petty pilferer.

I agree.

And while the letter
is hard to argue with,

I wouldn't put anything past
Thomas or Miss O'Brien.

So, what did we miss?

Nothing much.

Although you'd have had more
invitations than I did.

Have you thought about Matthew?

Of course, but Aunt Rosamund...

No! She's written to me.

I shall pay no attention.

EDITH:
But Granny,
she has got a point.

Mary can't be
completely naive.

I don't need your help,
thank you.

VIOLET:
Mary, listen to me.

If you take Matthew now when
his whole future is at risk,

he will love you
to the end of his days.

SYBIL:
Why, Granny!

You're a romantic.

I've been called many things
but never that.

And what happens
if the baby is a boy

and Matthew loses
everything?

Mary can always
change her mind.

But I can't
do that to Matthew.

It's not how we are together.

Oh!

I'm going upstairs
to help Anna unpack.

I'll come with you.

Edith, why don't
you go too?

Sir Anthony Strallan
was at Lady Wren's party.

He asked after you.

Is she really
serious about him?

Any port in a storm.

Oh, by the way, I was
right about my maid.

She's leaving
to get married.

How could she be so selfish?

I do sympathize.

Robert's always wanting me
to get rid of O'Brien,

but I can't face it.

Anyway, she's so fond of me.

Well, I thought Simmons
was fond of me.

What am I to do?

Why don't I put an
advertisement in The Lady?

It's always the
best place to start.

Oh, that's so kind.

Thank you.

I really must be going.

Now, don't let Mary
wait for the baby

before she gives
Matthew her answer.

I'm sure it's another girl.

I know those men
of the moral high ground.

If she won't say yes
when he might be poor,

he won't want her
when he will be rich.

Maybe we should
knit something.

O'BRIEN:
Oh yes, I'm sure they'd love

a pair of booties
knitted by you.

Or what about
a Christening mug?

They can buy
their own silver.

Anything in the paper,
Thomas?

They've arrested this Princip
fellow and his gang.

All Serbian

and members
of the Black Hand.

O'BRIEN:
"The Black Hand"?

Oh, I don't like
the sound of that.

I don't like the sound
of any of it.

War is on the way.

Then we'll have
to face it.

As bravely as we can.

Thank you,
Mr. Cannon Fodder.

Don't you think a war's coming?

Oh, there'll be a war,
all right.

It's time to prepare for it.

The country, do you mean?

No, me.

You never disappoint.

CARSON:
Daisy?

Run and find Mrs. Patmore.

His Lordship wants to see
her in the library.

His Lordship wants Mrs. Patmore
to go up to the library?

That is what I said.

And Anna,
you're to come too.

And we thought the assassination
of an archduke was a surprise.

Mrs. Patmore, my lord.

Your Lordship, I know things
haven't been quite right

for a while,
but I can assure you...

Come in, Mrs. Patmore.

I promise you, m'lord,

if I could just be allowed
a bit more time...

Mrs. Patmore,
I have not asked you here

to give you your notice.

Haven't you?

No.

I understand you've had some
trouble with your sight.

That's just it!

I know I could manage
better if only...

Please, Mrs. Patmore...

ANNA:
Let him speak.

Beg pardon, m'lord.

Don't apologize.

Now, on Dr. Clarkson's
recommendation,

I'm sending you up to London

to see an eye specialist
at Moorfields.

Anna will go with you

and you'll stay with my sister
Rosamund in her new house

in Belgrave Square.

I'm afraid I'm going to have to
sit in your presence, m'lord.

Of course.

But how will
you get on here?

Well, Mrs. Crawley is lending
us her cook, Mrs. Bird.

She's coming over
tomorrow.

You will be good enough
to show her how things work.

Are the Crawleys to starve
while I'm away?

They'll eat here
every evening.

Now, my sister's butler
will look after you.

He's very nice.

Anna, you won't mind
a visit to London?

No, m'lord.

Thank you.

It'll be
an adventure.

One with a happy
ending, I hope.

Let me get this clear.

At Sybil's ball you said
you'd give me your answer

the day you got back,
and now you say you will not.

Why do we have
to rush into it?

I need to be sure,
that's all.

But you were sure.

Shall I tell you what
I think has altered you?

My prospects.

Because nothing
else has changed.

No.

Yes!

If your mother's child
is a boy,

then he's the heir and I go
back to living on my wits,

and you'd rather not
follow me there.

Oh, Matthew, you always make
everything so black and white.

I think this is black and white.

Do you love me enough to spend
your life with me?

If you don't,
then say no.

If you do, then say yes.

I want to...

Granny told me
I should say yes now,

then withdraw if you lost
everything.

To make that work, you'd
have to be a good liar.

Are you a good liar?

Well, not good enough
to try it, apparently.

How could you
not have realized

they'd discover
the loss at once?

And to keep them
in your house...

But you only served
two years?

That's right, m'lord.

So clearly
the judge thought

there was some
mitigating factor.

I just want to know
the truth.

I cannot speak of it,
m'lord.

You must decide
whether I stay or go

on the basis of the
evidence before you.

I will respect that.

ANNA:
Sorry.

I don't believe it.

How can you say that?

When I've confessed
to the crime?

Well, His Lordship
obviously doesn't think

that's all there is to it,
and I don't either.

MRS. HUGHES:
Anna,

are you set for the
9:00 train tomorrow?

All packed and ready.

You'll be met at King's Cross
by Lady Rosamund's chauffeur,

which I think is generous, but
after that you're on your own.

Right.

I must get on.

I'm acting referee for
Mrs. Patmore and Mrs. Bird.

Best of luck.

(chuckles)

Will you miss me?

Try not to miss me.

It'll be good practice.

I expect it'll be hard
adjusting to this kitchen

after the one
you're used to.

Not to worry,

I'm sure I can have it
cleaned up in no time.

Cleaned up?

I'm not criticizing.

With your eyesight,
it's a wonder

you could see
the pots at all.

You'll have met
Daisy and the others?

I have.

Though what they all find
to do is a mystery to me.

Are you not used to managing
staff, Mrs. Bird?

MRS. BIRD:
I'm used to getting it done
with one kitchen maid,

Mrs. Patmore, but I suppose,
in a house like this,

you expect to take it easy.

Do you think we should
erect a ring

and let them
fight it out?

She's all right,
Mrs. Bird.

She's more of a general
than a trooper,

but you need that
in a cook.

Mrs. Patmore's
the Generalissimo.

(laughter)

Well, I'm very sad.

I thought Mary was
made of better stuff.

Don't speak against her.

Of course, she's taken
advice from someone

with false and
Oh, Mother.greedy values.

And we don't have to go
too far to know who that is!

I've a good mind...
Mother!

You are not to go
near Cousin Violet.

That is an order.

Something's not
right about it.

I agree.

Having a silver thief
in the house

does not seem right at all.

Even if he could walk.

But Carson isn't keen
to get rid of him, either,

and he normally comes down
on this sort of thing

like a ton of bricks.

What's his reasoning?

He blames Thomas and O'Brien.

He says they've been working
against Bates since he got here.

So I should sack
O'Brien instead?

You'll hear no argument from me.

This should do
the trick, m'lady.

(sighs)

Ten years of my life,
that's what I've given her.

Ten bloody years.

But did she say
she'd sack you?

It's obviously
what he wants.

So when will
they tell you?

When they've found
a replacement.

Heaven forfend she should
have to put a comb

through her own hair.

And if I'm going,
you won't be far behind.

Oh, so what?

Sod 'em.

There's a war coming
and war means change.

We should be making plans.

What are you talking about?

Well, put it
like this.

I don't want to be
a footman anymore,

but I don't intend to be
killed in battle, neither.

MRS. PATMORE (whispering):
I'm not saying poison them.

Just make sure they don't find
her food all that agreeable.

By poisoning it?

Will you stop that!

You don't want it
to taste nice.

I want them to be glad
when I get back.

That's all.

(exasperated sigh)

This will be for the family

and the one in my pantry
is for the staff.

Or, more precisely, me.

We don't normally
provide two.

Then perhaps we should
find another supplier.

Hold your horses.

Right.

Where do you see this
other telephone?

Here, in the outer hall.

Good afternoon, Carson.
Is Lady Edith in?

EDITH:
I am!

I most certainly am.

I was just
driving past...

Yes?

And I thought you might
like to come for a spin.

If you're not too busy.

Wait till I
get my coat.

Is it all right
if I make some notes?

I'm so sorry, Mr...?

This is Mr. Bromidge,
m'lady.

He's here about
the telephone.

Oh, please make your notes,
dear Mr. Bromidge.

We're so looking
forward to it.

What an exciting
business to be in.

You must be
expanding every day.

BROMIDGE:
Ah, we are, sir.

But that brings
its problems.

Training up men for the work
when many have no aptitude.

I can't even find a secretary

who can keep pace
at the moment.

What?

It's hard with a new concept.

Too old, they can't change.

Too young, and they've
no experience.

But have you filled
the post yet?

Because I know
just the woman.

Well, she must hurry up.

We'll close the list
tomorrow night.

You'll have her application,
I promise.

This isn't bad at all, is it?

I don't know.

No one told me there'd be
an actual operation.

What did you think?

They were just going to make
magic passes over your eyes?

All right, Mrs. Patmore?

ANNA:
She'll be fine,
thank you.

And you've been sent to us
by the Earl of Grantham?

That's right.

Very good.

You can leave her now.

We'll keep her
in for a week.

You can collect her
next Friday.

I'll be in to visit every day.

What about the
rest of the time?

Don't worry.

You'll be fine.

Bates, you say?

John Bates.

He must have left the army
about eight years ago.

Wait here, please.

Have you finished
the soup?

I think so, Mrs. Bird.

And the sauce for the fish?

Yes, Mrs. Bird.

Well, then, put them
in the warmer.

You don't mean John Bates
who went to prison for theft?

That's correct.

Well, I know who he is
right enough.

That was an odd business.

Why "odd"?

Never mind.

So you're his cousin and
you'd like to be in touch?

Very forgiving.

Well, I've got no address
for him or his wife.

But I have got one
for his mother,

which should still be good.

I've written it down for you.

Thank you for your trouble.

Is it true you wrote to the
Turkish ambassador about Kemal?

Who told you?

Someone who knows
that you did.

Then why are you asking?

Because I wanted to give you
one last chance to deny it.

And what if I did?

He had a right to know
how his countryman died.

In the arms of a slut.

How's that advertisement
getting on for the new maid?

Well, it's only
just come out.

William and I can
manage here now.

Go and tell Mrs. Bird we'll
have our dinner in 20 minutes.

CORA:
Carson,

be sure to say to Mrs. Bird
the dinner was really delicious.

So? How was the drive?

It was lovely.

Only...

Yes?

Well, he said he had
a question for me.

He told me he'd ask it
at the garden party.

And he hopes
I'll say yes.

You must think very carefully
what your answer will be.

Yes, I should think very
carefully about a lot of things.

ISOBEL:
Do your neighbors
have one?

Yes, they do,
in London anyway.

MATTHEW:
It seems very wise
to get a telephone now.

If there is a war, it may be
very hard to have one installed

in a private house.

Let me show you where
we're going to put it.

First electricity,
now telephones.

Sometimes I feel as if I were
living in an H.G. Wells novel.

But the young are all so calm
about change, aren't they?

Look at Matthew.

I do admire him.

Do you?

What have I done wrong now?

Oh please, don't pretend
Mary's sudden reluctance

can't be traced
back to you.

Well, I shall pretend it.

I told her to take him.

Your quarrel is with
my daughter Rosamund, not me.

So put that in your pipe
and smoke it.

(chuckles)

Mr. Molesley,
what are you after?

I wanted a word
with Mr. Carson.

I'm here to have my dinner.

You don't want much, do you?

What're you doing?

Mr. Carson dropped his wallet
in the passage.

I was replacing it.

But everything seemed
so settled between you

at Sybil's ball.

Things have changed
since then.

Not necessarily.

I don't seem to be
much good at making boys.

Any more than I'm much good

at building my life
on shifting sands.

You do know I should be
very proud

to have you as my son-in-law,
whatever your prospects.

Unfortunately, sir,

your daughter is more
practical than you.

CARSON:
Will you join us, Mrs. Bird?

I don't mind if I do.

I'm not sure Mrs. Patmore
would like that, Mr. Carson.

Cook always eats separate,
that's what she says.

MOLESLEY:
Not in our house.

There's only the four of us.

Well, you're going
any minute.

She's advertised for
your replacement.

That filthy,
ungrateful cow.

Let the kitchen maids
have theirs on their own.

You stay with us.

CARSON:
Her Ladyship said
to tell you

that the dinner was delicious.

She can't have!

CARSON:
Daisy?

Does that surprise you?

What have you done with this,
you little beggar?

I knew it.

That's why I said
it was for upstairs.

Come on.

Tell us what's in it!

Just water and a bit of soap.

And you've put something
in the fish sauce as well?

Only mustard and aniseed.

Why, Daisy?

Why would you do such a thing?

Mrs. Patmore was worried

that they'd prefer
Mrs. Bird's cooking

and they wouldn't want her
to come back.

Is that likely?

When they've taken such
trouble to get her well?

I'm sorry.

(sobbing)

There, there.

There are worse crimes
on earth than loyalty.

Dry your eyes,

and fetch the beef stew
I was making for tomorrow.

You've not had a chance
to spoil that, I suppose.

I was going to mix in
some syrup of figs.

But I've not done it yet.

(laughter)

Well, at least we'd
have all been regular.

(laughter)

Carson said you were here.

Just checking that everything's
being done right, m'lady.

Only we never heard back--

that is, Miss Dawson never
heard back from you.

About an interview.

Ah, yes, we got the
young lady's letter.

But the trouble is,

she didn't have any
experience of hard work

that I could tell, so...

But she's a very hard worker!

Oh, I couldn't find
any proof of it.

And she gave you
as a reference

when you don't run
a business, m'lady.

Well, not that I'm aware of.

Lily!

Can you find Gwen and tell her
to come to the hall, now.

Yes, m'lady.

The reason Gwen didn't
give any more details

is because she works here.

As a housemaid.

Ah, and you thought
that'd put me off?

But she's taken
a postal course

and has good speeds in typing
and Pittman shorthand.

Test her.

I will if I like
the look of her.

Ah, so, young lady,

you thought I'd turn up
my nose at a housemaid?

I did, sir.

Well, my mother was a housemaid.

I've got nothing
against housemaids.

They know about hard work
and long hours,

that's for sure.

Well, I believe so, sir.

Right, well, is there
somewhere we could talk?

Gwen, take Mr. Bromidge
to the library.

I'll see no one
disturbs you.

Sorry, Papa,
you can't go in there.

Why on earth not?

Gwen's in there
with Mr. Bromidge.

She's being interviewed.

I cannot use my library

because one of the
housemaids is in there

applying for another job?

That's about the size of it.

(sighs)

So, what is it
you want to know?

I want to know the truth
about the case against him.

I want to know why the sergeant
thought it was "odd."

I want to know what
Mr. Bates isn't saying.

Because you don't believe him
to be guilty?

No, I don't.

I know he's not.

Well...

You're right, of course.

Then who was it?

Who was the thief?

His wife, Vera.

WILLIAM:
Who do you call?

No one you know has got one.

But they will have.

You'll see.

Might I inquire why my pantry
has become a common room?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

But do you know how it works?

Of course I do.

Will you show us?

Certainly not!

A telephone is not a toy,
but a useful and valuable tool.

Now get back to your work.

(blowing into the phone)

She worked at
the barracks sometimes,

helping at big dinners
and so on.

That night her opportunity
came and she took it.

They knew it was her.

Someone even saw her
with a big carry-all.

But why did he confess?

(sighs)

Well... John wasn't
the same man in those days.

The African war had shaken
him up and made him angry.

He'd been wounded,

and he drank a lot more
than was good for him.

Was he violent?

No, no, not violent,
but he could be hard at times,

with a tongue like a razor.

He felt he'd ruined
Vera's life, Miss Smith.

Do you agree with him?

No. No, I thought she was
a nasty piece of work.

But that's why
he took the blame.

Surely, if everyone knew
he was innocent...

But he confessed.

There was nothing anybody
could do once he confessed.

Could I ask you
something, sir?

Only...

I get the feeling
that a war's on the way.

I'm afraid we all do.

And when it comes,
I want to be really useful.

To my country.

How heartening.

So I've been thinking,

what could be more useful
than what you do?

Bringing people back
to health, back to life.

I see.

Well, um, we are
looking for volunteers

to train for the
Territorial Force hospitals,

if that's what you mean.

It's exactly what I mean.

Will you not
be missed here?

Maybe. But we'll all
be going, won't we?

The younger men anyway.

As you wish.

I'll make inquiries.

Thank you very much, Doctor.

Mr. Molesley walked in and there
he was, as bold as brass,

taking my wallet out
of my change coat.

Mr. Molesley would have no
reason to make it up, m'lord.

He doesn't know Thomas.

Why would he lie?

So Thomas has been
caught red-handed.

Well, we knew he was
a thief, didn't we?

And now we have
unimpeachable proof.

I'm afraid he has to go.

I hate this sort of thing.

With Lady Grantham's
condition and everything.

Can we at least wait until
after the garden party?

Very well, my lord.

But then,
I think we must act.

How long will you wear them?

A week or so.

But I can see much
better already.

Even with them on.

MRS. HUGHES:
Thank heaven.

Now we need to talk
about the garden party.

Mrs. Bird and I have
made some lists...

Mrs. Bird?

Oh, I think we can manage
without any help from Mrs. Bird.

Can you?

Well, if you want your
garden party to be run

by a Blind Pugh,
that's your business.

Mrs. Patmore,
there's a lot to be done

and you're only
just up on your feet.

We really cannot manage
without Mrs. Bird.

If you say so.

Now I've been
checking the stores

and I've ordered what
you'll need for the baking.

That's very kind,
Mrs. Hughes.

But I believe we should check
the stores

when it's convenient.

Mrs. Bird,
at Downton Abbey,

the housekeeper manages
the store cupboard,

but I think you'll find...

I've never not run my own
store cupboard in my life.

Separate the cook
from the store cupboard?

Where's the sense
in that?

How long have I been
saying this, O Lord?

We're the ones who cook it.

We should be the ones
to order it.

Mrs. Bird,
I shall be very happy

with your help
with the garden party.

I'm sure we can
manage it easily

between the two of us.

Hello, this is Downton Abbey.

Carson, the butler, speaking.

Hello.

This is Mr. Carson,
the butler of Downton Abbey.

To whom am I speaking?

(unintelligible voice
on phone)

I'm not shouting!

Who are you?

WOMAN:
Mrs. Gaunt.

Oh, Mrs. Gaunt.

What number do you want?

No, I don't want
to place a call.

I was practicing my answer.

Well, I dare say a lot
of the things you do

sound stupid to other people!

I've written
to your mother.

She's very anxious,
naturally.

She suggested coming over.

Oh, God.

Well, that's what
I thought.

So I put her off, told her
to come and admire the baby.

I'll just go and run
Your Ladyship's bath.

Thank you,
O'Brien.

Oh, have you had any answers
about the position?

Quite a few.

VIOLET:
So what do they sound like?

CORA:
There's one I think
has real possibilities.

She learned to do
hair in Paris

while she was working
for the Ambassadress.

VIOLET:
Oh... oh, that
sounds promising.

(door opens)

Carson, I've been meaning...

ANNA:
Your Lordship.

Oh.

Anna, you're back
safely, then?

Yes, thank you, m'lord.

And Mrs. Patmore's
fighting fit again.

"Fighting fit" is the phrase.

Is something
the matter?

I wanted to see
Your Lordship because...

Please.

While I was in London, I learned
something about Mr. Bates.

Not bad, I hope.

No. Not bad at all.

I'd have told Mr. Carson,

but I thought you might like
to hear it from me first.

Go on.

You see, I went to call
on Mr. Bates's mother.

O'Brien...

how long do you think it takes
a lady's maid to settle in?

Depends on the maid, m'lady.

Of course it does.

Oops, sorry.

The other half's
under the bath.

Never mind.
Thank you.

I'll just go and sort out
your clothes, m'lady.

Okay.

Sarah O'Brien,
this is not who you are.

M'lady, if you could
just wait...

(Cora screams, thudding)

The doctor's gone,
Your Lordship,

but he's coming back
after dinner.

Lady Mary's with her now.

Thank you.

I don't suppose
you'll want to change.

But is there anything else
I can do to be useful?

It was a boy.

(Robert cries)

I'm sorry, I don't mean
to embarrass you.

I'm not embarrassed.

I just wish you could have
been spared this.

I know you do.

Thank you.

By the way, Anna's told me
what she learned in London.

Has she?

She's not told me.

Oh, well, the good news is you
won't be leaving Downton.

And I need some good news today.

MRS. HUGHES:
That poor wee babe.

ANNA:
How's Her Ladyship doing?

MRS. HUGHES:
I'll take her up
a tray in a minute,

but I dare say
she won't touch a bite.

WILLIAM:
What about you,
Miss O'Brien?

What about me?

It must have been quite a shock.

Yes. Yes, it was.

CARSON:
I think you'd better dine
with us, Mr. Branson.

We can't know if you might be
needed later.

I'm to go for the
doctor at 10:00.

THOMAS:
What a long-faced lot.

Kindly show some respect.

Come on, Mr. Carson,
she'll get over it.

They're no bigger than
a hamster at that stage.

Will you shut up?

I agree.

What is the matter
with you, Thomas?

I don't know.

I suppose all this makes me
feel claustrophobic.

I mean I'm sorry,
'course I am,

but why must we live
through them?

They're just our employers;
they're not our flesh and blood.

Thomas, don't be so unkind.

Is there nothing left
on earth that you respect?

Hark at him.

Blimey, if he carries on
like this for the unborn baby

of a woman who scarcely
knows his name,

no wonder he fell to pieces
when his old mum snuffed it.

CARSON:
William!

Thomas! William!

Stop that!
That is enough!

Calm down.

BRANSON:
He had that coming.

(string quartet music playing)

CLARKSON:
Oh, Thomas.

I've done as I promised.

General Burton is commanding
the Division at Richmond

and I think I may have
a place there for you.

Under Colonel Cartwright.

These are the papers.

When you're ready, report to
the local recruiting office

and they'll take it
from there.

As a matter of fact, I'm being
drafted back in as a captain,

so I'll try to keep
an eye on you.

That's very kind of you,
Doctor.

With any luck,
there may be some advantage

in your having
volunteered so early.

Hang on a minute.

Now give me yours and take
this one at the same time.

William, I'm sorry I've been
so unkind to you, lately.

That's all right.

No, it's not all right.

I don't know why
I said those things.

You were under
an evil spell.

Well, I'm not
under it anymore.

I'm glad.
Friends?

Always friends.

I think we should
start the ices now.

If you agree,
Mrs. Patmore.

MRS. PATMORE:
Certainly, Mrs. Bird.

(telephone ringing)

Oh, my Lord,
listen to that.

It's like the cry
of a banshee.

Mr. Carson's telephone
is ringing.

Isn't someone going
to answer it?

I wouldn't touch that thing
with a ten-foot pole.

Well, I will, then.

VOICE (on phone):
Is Mr. Carson there?

No, Mr. Carson's busy,
but can I take a message?

I wish ours was.

I've got news, m'lady!

(inaudible whispering)

Oh! Sorry.

Mr. Bromidge has rung!

You've done it, Gwen!
You've got the job!

(gasping)

Take it! Take it!

Something to celebrate?

I've got the job,
Mrs. Hughes!

I'm a secretary!
I've begun!

I'm very happy for you, Gwen.

And we'll celebrate after
we've finished today's work.

Of course, Mrs. Hughes.

I don't suppose...

MRS. HUGHES:
Lady Sybil?

Her Ladyship was asking
after you.

Be careful, my lad.

Or you'll end up with
no job and a broken heart.

What do you mean?

I don't seem to be able
to find your sister.

I wonder where she is.

Of course, she may
have been cornered.

I know there was some old bore
she was trying to dodge.

Who was that?

I'm not sure.

He's simply ghastly
apparently,

but he's promised
to propose today.

I can't tell you how funny
she was when she acted it out.

She ought to go
on the stage.

Really?

Ah, how amusing.

Well done,
Mrs. Hughes.

Beautifully
executed,
as always.

The key is
in the planning.

Mr. Carson,

this probably
isn't the moment,

but I've just heard
from Dr. Clarkson

I've been accepted
for a training scheme.

For the army medical corps.

Have you indeed?

Yes, and I want to do it,
so I'll be handing in my notice.

I'll serve out the month,
of course.

Thank you, Thomas.

We can talk about it later.

And you couldn't have planned
that any better either.

(chuckling)

You can't be leaving yet.

I'm afraid I must.

Please make my excuses
to your mother.

But...

I wish you'd come
inside, m'lady.

No.

People mustn't think
I'm really ill.

I don't want to cast
a dampener on the party.

Very well.

But are you sure you have
everything you need, m'lady?

Dear O'Brien.

How sweet you are.

O'Brien, O'Brien!

Can I have a word?

I need a favor and I don't want
to bother Lady Grantham with it.

Certainly, m'lady.

She's been helping me
find a new maid

and we've had quite a few
answers from her advertisement.

Can you find where
she's put them

and get Branson to bring them
to the Dower House?

Her Ladyship was helping you
find a new lady's maid?

Yes.

We should have
asked you, really.

You might take a look at the
letters if you have a minute.

There's one we
liked the sound of

who'd been trained
in Paris.

Do you know where
she might have put them?

The answers?

Oh, yes, m'lady.

There are only two or three
places they could be.

Oh.

Thank you, O'Brien.

You're a treasure.

Thank you.

I didn't know a garden party
was a spectator sport.

Pretty, though,
isn't it?

Hard to believe
the clouds are gathering

on a summer's day
like this.

Mr. Bates, I know
you think I was wrong

to call on your mother.

I don't think that.

She likes you,
by the way.

I had to find out the truth.

But you see you don't know
the whole truth, not even now.

You know my mother's truth.

But not your wife's...

Where is she now?

I couldn't tell you.

I better get back.

Are you here,
Mr. Molesley?

I didn't know that.

Just helping out.

Nice girl,
that Anna.

Do you know if she's got
anyone special in her life?

I'd like to say
she hasn't.

I would, truly.

But I'm afraid there
is someone, yeah.

And do you think
he's keen on her?

Or is it worth a go?

Well, he keeps himself
to himself.

He's very hard
to read at times.

But I'd say he's keen.

I'd say he's
very keen indeed.

MRS. PATMORE:
Daisy!

I said ices, not iced cakes!

Now, unclog your ears
and get these to William

before they turn into soup!

But I don't understand,
nothing's changed.

Everything's changed.

You can't be sure
I was going to refuse you,

even if it had been a boy.

Because I'm not.

That's the point.

I can't be sure.

Of you, or of anything,
it seems.

The last few weeks
have taught me that.

But you can't leave Downton.

I can't stay.
Not now.

What will you tell Papa?

That I'm grateful
for what he's tried to do,

but the experiment
is at an end.

I'm not a puppet.

I must take charge
of my own life again.

Would you have stayed
if I'd accepted you?

Of course.

So I've ruined everything.

You have shown me I've been
living in a dream,

and it's time to return
to real life.

Wish me luck with it, Mary.

God knows I wish
the best for you.

Well, Rosamund,

I'm afraid your meddling
has cost Mary

the only decent offer
she'll ever get.

I'm sorry, Mama,
but you know me.

I have to say
what I think.

Why? Nobody else does.

Are you quite well, m'lady?

Of course.

You know me, Carson.

I'm never down for long.

(sobbing)

I know you have spirit,
m'lady.

And that's what counts.

It's all that counts
in the end.

There, there.

So Mary is to be denied her
countess's coronet after all?

Don't crow at me.

I think she was very foolish
not to take him when she could.

I told her so.

Well, if I'm
perfectly honest,

I wonder if Matthew isn't making
the same mistake right now.

Are you warm enough?

I am when you're
holding my hand.

Your Lordship?

This has just arrived
for you.

Thank you.

Oh, and I'm happy
to tell you

that Thomas has just
handed in his notice.

So we'll be spared any
unpleasantness on that score.

What a relief.

(string quartet music plays)

Please, will you stop, please!

My lords, ladies and gentlemen.

Can I ask for silence?

Because I very much regret
to announce...

that we are at war with Germany.