All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S02E04.Episode.4.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

EDITH:
Mary, the men are
arranging the concert now

and they are so anxious
for us both to be in it,

or there'll be
no girls at all.

Please say you will.

Do I have to?

CORA:
Yes, you do.

Keeping their spirits up is
an important part of the cure,

and it's so very little to ask.

What's going on?

The men are putting
on a concert.

Can I help?

Edith has it
under control.

I do, if Mary's willing.

Oh, all right.

One song and that's your lot.

What time is
Dr. Clarkson's round?

It's already happened.

Without me? Why?

I'm not very late.

We didn't see
the need to wait.

Mrs. Hughes, I need
to steal you for a minute.

I have to check
the linen books.

But I went over
them last week.

MRS. HUGHES:
Very good, m'lady.

I'll get started.

Surely I can...

CORA:
Anna, can you tell
Mrs. Patmore

it'll be easier for me
to go through the menus
this afternoon?

Of course,
your ladyship.

Cousin Cora...

Please, can it wait?

I've a mountain to get through.

EDITH:
There's a parcel for you.

Thank you.

There's a little one
for you.

This one looks as if it's
been opened but it hasn't.

(Ethel giggling)

Ethel?

Have you
nothing to do?

I was keeping her talking.

You mustn't blame her.

I don't.

MARY:
What a lovely day.

VIOLET:
Are you quite sure
about Lavinia?

She wasn't Sir Richard's
mistress.

She gave him the evidence

to settle a debt
of someone she loved.

And this is your beau, is it?

A man who lends money, then uses
it to blackmail the recipient?

He lives in a tough world.

And will you be
joining him there?

Richard Carlisle is powerful.

He's rich and getting richer.

He wants to buy a proper house,
you know, with an estate.

He says after the war,

the market will be flooded
and we can take our pick.

Oh?

And you can dance on the grave
of a fallen family.

They will fall, lots of them.

Some won't rise again,

but I don't intend
to be among them.

That leaves Matthew.

That's done now, Granny.

Finished.

It's time to move forward.

What about Sybil?

Does she have anyone
in her sights?

Not that I know of.

Are you sure she has
no chap in mind?

How odd.

I had an endless series
of crushes at her age.

I don't think so.

Not even some man
she doesn't care to mention?

What do you mean?

Well, war breaks down barriers,

and when peacetime
re-erects them,

it's very easy to find
oneself on the wrong side.

Really, Granny.

How can you say
that I'm too worldly

but Sybil's not worldly enough?

You cannot be so contrary.

I'm a woman, Mary.

I can be as contrary
as I choose.

ISOBEL:
But I don't understand.

The patients are always
served their luncheon

at half past 12:00.

Well, today they'll be served
at 1:00.

Is this something

I can help with?

Mrs. Patmore seems to be
disobeying my instructions

and I can't get
to the reason why.

If you mean the patients'
new lunch time,

her ladyship felt that it made
the staff luncheon

unreasonably early.

She moved it so that
they could eat at noon.

But that will interfere
with the nurses' shifts.

Oh no, she's altered those, too.

Has she indeed?

Well, we'll see about that.

It was always

a question of "when."

(knock on door)

May I have a word?

Can it wait?

No, it cannot wait.

I have just come
from downstairs,

where I learned
that my timetable

has been wantonly disregarded.

If you mean the new lunchtime,

the wretched servants
were having to eat at 11:00

and then starve until
their tea at 6:00, so I...

I also discovered

you have torn up
the nurses' timetable.

I haven't torn up anything.

Of course it would be
foolish to accuse you
of being unprofessional,

since you've never had
a profession in your life.

Now, just a minute.

You may think that you have the
right to ordain the universe,

but in this field...

No, not in this field.

In this house, yes,
I do have the right.

Given me by Dr. Clarkson
and by the law of the land.

This is my house and I am
in charge right alongside you.

And if you would stop
your bullying...

That's enough!
I will not listen to this!

If I am not appreciated here,

I will seek some other place
where I will make a difference.

Good.

I mean it.

I cannot operate
where I am not valued.

You must see that.

Certainly.

I shall go.

I will.

Perhaps it would be best.

I repeat: I mean it.

I'm sure you do.

And so do I.

Why did you promise Carson
not to stage any more protests

when you wouldn't
promise me?

I had my reasons.

You won't be content

to stay at Downton forever,
will you?

Tinkering away at an engine
instead of fighting for freedom?

I thought you'd join the rising
in Dublin last Easter.

I might have, if it
hadn't been put down

in six short, bloody weeks.

But don't fret.

The real fight for Ireland
will come after the war,

and I'll be ready for it.

Truth is, I'll stay at Downton

until you want
to run away with me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're too scared to admit it,
but you're in love with me.

Branson, could you take me
into Ripon at three?

I'm getting some things
for Mama.

Is there anything you want?

Nothing you can
find in Ripon.

Well, it is her house.

Does that mean she has suddenly
received a medical training?

No...

Or are you like everyone else

in thinking that because
she's a countess,

she has acquired
universal knowledge
by divine intervention?

Mrs. Crawley, convalescent homes
are not about medical training.

They have far more to do

with good food, fresh air,
and clean sheets.

Very well.

I've had a letter
from a cousin in Paris

who is working for the Wounded
and Missing Enquiry Department.

They've opened a branch
in northern France

under the aegis
of the Red Cross.

I shall offer them my services.

Well, that's...
that's very drastic.

I have to go where I am useful.

And that place, I'm afraid,
is no longer Downton Abbey.

You'll be missed.

By you, possibly.

I hope so anyway.

But not, I think,
by Lady Grantham.

MARY:
* If you were the only girl
in the world *

* And I were the only boy.

(applause)

I wish we had a man.

Amen.

EDITH:
It would sound
so much richer.

But all the volunteers
are spoken for.

How's it going?

All right, I suppose,

if you don't mind singers
who can't sing

and actors who can't act.

It helps to keep
their spirits up.

So they say,
although I can't think why.

I had a letter this morning
from Sir Richard Carlisle.

Oh?

He...

He tells me he proposed
when he was staying here.

He apologizes for not
asking my permission,

but he's asking it now.

Have you decided?

Is that why he's written?

No.

But I have made the decision.

Which is?

I think I should take him.

Do you really, my darling?

I wish I could believe
in your motives.

Why?

What were your motives
when you married Mama?

Your mother has made
me very happy.

Perhaps Sir Richard
will make me very happy.

What about Matthew?

Not you, too.

Poor Matthew.

What must he do to persuade you
he's in love with Lavinia?

Open his chest and carve
her name on his heart?

Write to him.

Tell him of your plans
with Carlisle.

You owe him that.

I don't think
I owe him anything,

but I'll write to him,
if you like.

I'll try to send you an address,
but you can always get me

through the Red Cross.

Very good, ma'am.

And I'll try to contact
Captain Crawley,

explain to him
what's happened.

If he does get leave,

he'll probably come to me
or stay in London,

but if I miss him
and he turns up here,

I know you'll
look after him.

Of course I will, ma'am.

Cook him what he likes,
not what's good for him.

You don't know
when you'll be back?

I don't think one knows
anything in wartime.

I'll try to give
you warning.

In the meantime,
look after yourselves.

Now, I mustn't miss
my train.

So... what now?

Ah, Anna said you were honoring
us with your presence at dinner.

It's easier here
than the hospital.

I can always get changed back
into my uniform if I need to.

What were you talking
to Branson about?

When I came into the yard?

Nothing.

Then why were you there?

Why were you there?

Because I was ordering
the motor.

That is why one talks
to chauffeurs, isn't it?

To plan journeys by road?

He is a person.

He can discuss other things.

I'm sure he can.

But not with you.

What do you want from me?

Am I to see if Sir Richard
Carlisle has a younger brother?

One who's even
richer than he is?

Darling, what's the matter
with you?

I'm on your side.

Then be on my side.

MARY:
So there we have it.

I look forward to introducing
the two of you

just as soon as you are
next at home,

which naturally I trust
will be very soon indeed.

Please be glad for me,
as I will always be for you.

Your affectionate cousin, Mary.

We don't need
anyone with us.

The sergeant knows
what we're doing.

WILLIAM:
But what are
we patrolling for?

You've been taking
those logic pills again.

This is the army, Mason.

We're going on a patrol
because we're going on a patrol.

WILLIAM:
Has Mary set a date yet
for the wedding?

She doesn't say.

I think she's hoping
the war will be over soon

and they can set a date then.

She could have waited
and told you when she saw you.

I don't think she knows
I'm due back.

Have you warned Daisy,
or will it be a surprise?

No, I've told her we're
coming to Downton first.

Then I'll visit me Dad

and go back to see her
for a day at the end.

MATTHEW:
Just think, fresh Yorkshire air,

followed by London
and Miss Swire.

All right for some, sir.

You'd never swap,
though, would you?

No, I'd never swap.

Bates in a pub?

I can't see that.

I think your pal's mistaken.

He met him here twice
before the war.

Listen-- "I said to him,
'Hello Mr. Bates,'

and he walked off,
and wouldn't serve me after."

Next thing you know, we'll have
Anna running across the county

and dragging him back
by his stick.

I'm surprised he isn't here
of his own accord

with his lordship having
no valet since the loony went.

Don't speak ill
of Mr. Lang.

You're a funny one.

Talk about
sweet and sour.

Better get back.

(bell tolling)

MRS. BIRD:
Want a cup?

Not really.

What were you doing?

Oh, let me see.

I've tidied the study twice

and I've rearranged
the coats in the hall.

I might check his
clothes for moth.

What about you?

We've cleaned everything
three times over

and I've sent Beth into the
village for some eggs to pickle.

Though the mistress doesn't
really like them.

Well, she never eats
properly, anyway.

Not on her own.

A butler can't do much
with supper on a tray.

Beg pardon for troubling you,
only the door was open.

But the front gate was not.

No.

What do you want?

Have you got any spare food?

MRS. BIRD:
Spare food?

What's that, when it's at home?

Hang on, hang on.

Wait.

Are you from round here?

Not far.

I used to work on the farms,
but, uh, not anymore.

Did you get that
in the war?

Don't pity me.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

I might have something for you.

Come on.

(speaking German)

(gunshots)

(knocks)

Hello, Mr. Molesley.

They told me
you were up here.

I hope you don't mind
my bothering you.

Not a bit.

What can I do for you?

Well, actually, Mr. Carson,
I've been thinking

there might be something
I can do for you.

Hmm?

That brushing, for instance.

I don't like having
nothing to do,

what with Captain Crawley
away at the war

and his mother in France
alongside him...

And then his lordship's
without a valet, and...

and your plate
is piled so high...

I am quite occupied,
it's true.

So I thought I'd look in
and give you a hand.

Brushing, mending,
cleaning shoes.

Whatever's needed.

That's kind of you,
Mr. Molesley.

We shall have to watch
ourselves, or else his lordship

will want to pinch you
off Captain Crawley.

But he said he'd be here
by now and he's not.

You mustn't worry
about him, Daisy.

I'm not worried
like that, exactly.

But this is William.

I think we should
all be worried.

Anything might
have happened.

Maybe his leave
was canceled.

At times like these,

people vanish and turn up again
in the strangest places.

Like Mr. Bates
in that pub.

Working in a public house?

That's what he said.

I thought they'd have told you.

It doesn't seem likely that
a trained valet like Mr. Bates

would be content to work
in a public house.

Well, that's what he said.

Have you mentioned this to Anna?

I haven't said anything
to anyone.

I thought you all knew.

Perhaps you should
ask Thomas.

Oh, I will ask Thomas.

Don't you worry about that,
my girl.

Didn't it occur to you that we
might be interested to hear it?

Not particularly.

As far as I knew, Mr. Bates
had left your employment.

You didn't think
to tell Carson?

I am not under Mr. Carson's
command now, your lordship.

Shoo.

Daisy, go to bed
before you strain your eyes.

Thank you, Daisy,

for telling Mr. Carson
all about my private letter.

I didn't know it was a secret.

Sorry if I was wrong.

There's no "if" about it.

Why answer his lordship at all?

What did you want me to do?

Tell him to get knotted?

He doesn't pay your wages.

THOMAS:
I see.

Well, I won't put
you down for a career

in diplomacy, then.

What's he after?

To get Bates back?

If Mr. Bates
wanted his job back,

he'd have written
for it himself.

Why would he want his job back?

He's like you,
he got away.

He's not very like me,
thank you.

But you're both free
of all the bowing and scraping

and "Yes, m'lord,"
and "No, m'lord."

I envy him.

I envy you.

Because I'm ready
for a new adventure,

and I don't care
who hears me.

Well, you know what they say--

be careful
what you wish for.

BRANSON:
The truth is,
I'll stay at Downton

until you want
to run away with me.

Ah, good morning, Anna.

You sent for me, m'lord?

I did, come in.

I have something to tell you,

but I hope I'm right.

Carson didn't want you
to be troubled with it.

Is this about Mr. Bates, m'lord?

Yes, it is.

I have no wish
to upset you,

but it seems he may be

back in Yorkshire,
working in a public house.

We don't yet know where.

The Red Lion in Kirby Moorside.

Oh.

You've seen him, then?

I have, yes, m'lord.

And he's well?

He is.

He's not been back to Downton
for two reasons.

He's hoping to settle certain
matters first with Mrs. Bates.

And does he think he can?

He believes so, m'lord.

Very good.

And what is his second reason
for avoiding us?

He says he parted with your
lordship on bad terms.

He felt it might be
embarrassing.

Yeah, it is for me
to feel embarrassed.

I had to get out
of that kitchen

if I'm not to be found
dead under the table.

It's like cooking a
banquet three times a day.

It is a lot of extra work,
whatever they say.

Even with the helpers.

Oh, don't think
they lighten the load.

Mrs. Bird?

What's going on?

I knew I'd be found out
sooner or later.

At least it's you.

Found out doing what?

What does it look like?

I don't know what
it looks like.

Except some kind
of soup kitchen.

You'd better come inside.

One at a time.

MRS.
BIRD: Now, take a
piece of bread...

Right.

Daisy, stand there.

Give them a bowl
and a spoon.

MRS. PATMORE:
When did all this start?

That fella turned up,
asking for food.

Then he came back next day
with a friend,

and here we are.

DAISY:
What does Mrs. Crawley say?

She doesn't know yet.

I suppose she'll put
a stop to it

when she gets back
from France.

MRS. PATMORE:
I hope not.

To be honest,
Mrs. Patmore,

I'm not sure I can
manage much longer.

MRS. PATMORE:
Well, how often do you do it?

I planned to get it down
to once a week.

And give them only
the cheapest cuts.

But it is my money,
and I don't know how much...

Now hold it
right there!

If we can't feed a few
soldiers in our own village,

them as've taken a bullet
or worse for king and country,

then I don't know what!

Sorry about this, m'lady, only
there's no footman to do it now.

I don't mind.

But you'd better run before
Mrs. Hughes sees you.

M'lady...

could I ask something?

Only William,
who was in service here...

I know William.

Well, he's missing.

That is, he was supposed
to be back on leave

but he never turned up.

He wrote he was coming home
for a few days

with Captain Crawley...

Is William your beau?

I wouldn't say that,
no, m'lady.

We're all very fond
of William downstairs.

Of course you are.

Well, I'm sure
it's nothing,

but I'll see
what I can find out.

Thank you.

How do you know they didn't
change their plans?

Well, of course I don't.

But the poor girl
seemed quite certain.

Just when Isobel's away and none
of us know where she is.

Typical.

I suppose Matthew might have
heard from Cousin Isobel

and decided to meet up
in France instead.

But that wouldn't explain
why William isn't here.

I'll do what I can.

No, don't stop stirring,
the bottom will burn!

You can leave
those to Daisy.

That's it, Daisy.

Put them in the special
storage area.

What do you want?

Can I borrow
some baking soda?

Borrow? Why?

Are you planning
to give it back?

CORA: I might go over
to Malton tomorrow.

Agatha Spenlow is madly
promoting her charity fair.

Do you need the motor?

I'm afraid I do.

Can you get Pratt to take you
in the other car?

It doesn't matter,
I can go on Monday.

But why?

I'm told Bates is working
at a public house

in Kirby Moorside.

I want to investigate.

VIOLET: I can't decide
which part of that speech

is the most extraordinary.

Why can't
someone else go?

Because I want to go myself.

(phone rings)

VIOLET: So, Sybil,
what are you up to, dear?

Nothing much.
Working.

I don't have time to get up
to anything else.

Only Mary and I were talking
about you the other day.

Oh?

Yes, you see
sometimes, in war,

one can make friendships that
aren't quite appropriate

and can be awkward,
you know, later on.

I mean we've all done it.

I just want you
to be on your guard.

Appropriate for whom?

Well, don't jump
down my throat, dear.

I'm only offering
friendly advice.

Why do you want
to see Bates?

To give him
his old job back?

Not entirely.

I mainly want to see him
because we parted badly.

Telephone call for you, m'lord.

CORA:
If you did,

I'm sure it's his fault.

No, it was mine.

(cheering from men
playing table tennis)

Oh, really, it's like living
in a second-rate hotel,

where the guests keep arriving
and no one seems to leave.

(sighs)

I see.

Yes.

Thank you for letting me know.

Are you all right,
Papa?

That was the War Office.

Matthew and William went out
on a patrol a few days ago

and they haven't
been seen since.

Oh, my God.

Let's not fall
to pieces quite yet.

It happens
all the time, apparently,

and the men turn up in one
field hospital or another.

But they are treating them
as missing in action?

It's too early for that.

There could be lots
of things to explain it.

You mean they could have
been taken prisoner?

It's possible.

Don't say anything to Mary.

Or your mother.
Or anyone, in fact, not yet.

I shouldn't really
have told you.

What about Cousin Isobel?

I don't know how to contact her.

Anyway, she's in France.

She may hear before we do.

O'BRIEN:
I'm not accusing her of
anything, but I did wonder

if you were aware of this
"special storage area"?

I dare say Mrs. Patmore has her
own system, like we all do.

Right.

Well, I'll say goodnight.

Good night.

Ah, Mr. Molesley,
you're very late.

I was doing some invisible
mending on one of his coats.

I got a bit carried away,

but I'm... I'm quite pleased
with the way it turned out.

I don't see why
you can't dress him.

Until there's a new valet.

It'd be a blessing
to Mr. Carson.

I'd be happy to,
if it'd help.

Keep this up and we won't be
able to do without you at all.

There's no reason
why you should.

Oh, uh...

I might be wrong.

But I thought I saw
one of the officers

by the maids'
staircase just now.

I'm sure there's a perfectly
reasonable explanation.

Let's hope so.

Good night.

(muffled giggling)

What the bloody...

Ethel!

We were only...

I know precisely what
you were doing, Major.

I may not be a woman
of the world,

but I don't live in a sack.

Now, if you would kindly take
your things and go downstairs.

Ethel, you are dismissed,

without notice
and without a character.

You will please leave

before breakfast.

- I didn't think I...
- No.

And that's the problem.

You never do.

And you're not nervous?

Well, I gather his lordship
knows his own mind

but I've no difficulty
with that.

You'll enjoy working
in a big household.

Better than staring at me
night after night.

What would you say
if they ask you to stay?

It would be a big step up
for me.

There's no point in denying it.

Because I think
they might.

Do you really, Mrs. Bird?

There goes Mr. Molesley,
valet to the Earl of Grantham.

(laughing):
Stop it.

ANNA:
But why?

What could you have possibly
done that's so terrible?

Have I taken everything
of mine from there?

ANNA:
Would you like me

to speak to her?

Because I can.

No, she wouldn't listen.

She's not a bad person,
Mrs. Hughes.

I know she can be strict,
but she's not...

She wouldn't listen.

(door bells chime)

We're closed.

I know Ethel could be
difficult, Mrs. Hughes,

but she was very sorry for her
mistake, whatever it was.

I'm sure.

It's cost her her job.

But surely it can't...

Never mind why she's gone,
she's gone.

And there's an end to it.

By the way, I hear Mr. Bates
is back in the county.

Mr. Carson says
you know all about it.

I gather his lordship
has gone to see him.

I know.

He told me he was going.

Why in heaven's name didn't you
mention any of it to me?

It wasn't my secret to tell.

ROBERT:
I'm glad to hear it.

But Carson said your wife
made all sorts of threats.

She won't carry them out.

Not now.

Since I left Downton,
I've discovered that she was...

untrue to me.

I may have been as bad
in my heart, m'lord,

but I've done nothing
to be ashamed of.

The point is I can
divorce her now,

whether she likes it or not.

But what's to stop her blurting
out her stories to the press?

If she agrees to keep silent,

I will give her
whatever she wants.

She can't hold me now,

so her choice is between
poverty and plenty.

And what was the tale
she was going to tell?

Carson never made it clear.

Some silly nonsense, m'lord.

I wouldn't waste
your time with it.

What's the news from Downton?

Daisy, you're not to worry
about William.

I spoke to his lordship
earlier.

He says you're not to be
concerned until we know more.

But he is missing.

I mean they don't know
where he is,

or Captain Crawley, do they?

There could be
a hundred explanations.

Yes, and one of them
is that they're dead.

Don't mistake me,
I hope very much they're not.

But we ought
to face the truth.

What may be
the truth.

And what very well
may not.

Anna, do you think that
Mr. Bates will come back?

ANNA:
That's for him to say.

DAISY:
I hope he does.

He always seems
a romantic figure to me.

Does he?

How do you define romantic?

It's no good him thinking
he can turn up here

without a moment's notice
and be cock of the walk.

MRS. HUGHES:
Why is that, Thomas?

Because the place
is already taken?

I hate the word "missing."

It seems to leave
so little room for optimism.

I tell myself it's
too early to despair,

but to be honest, Bates,
I don't think I can bear it.

Losing Patrick was bad enough,

but now the thought
of Matthew gone

and the future
once again destroyed...

More than all that,
I loved him like a son.

No, I love him.

Let's stay in the present tense

while we still can.

So, will you come back with me

and help me through
the Vale of Shadow?

It's not what I expected,
m'lord,

but I will if you want me to.

I misjudged you, Bates.

And I abused you when we parted.

I should have had
more faith.

I'm sorry.

God knows you've shown
more faith in me

than I had any right to.

There you are.

Get this basket
off my arm,

it weighs a ton.

Sybil?

I never said
anything to Granny.

Honestly.

Then why did she suddenly start
talking about

"inappropriate friendships"
out of nowhere?

She thinks you must
have a beau,

and if we don't
know about him,

then you have to be
keeping him secret.

It's just Granny
being Granny.

Don't make such
a thing of it.

I don't deserve to be told off,
not by her or by you.

Nothing's happened.

Why? What might
have happened?

I mean it.

We haven't kissed
or anything.

I don't think
we've shaken hands.

I'm not even sure
if I like him like that.

He says I do,
but I'm still not sure.

We are talking about...

Branson, yes.

The chauffeur,
Branson?

Oh, how disappointing of you.

I'm just trying to get it
straight in my head.

You and the chauffeur...

Mary, you know I don't care
about all of that.

Oh darling, darling,
don't be such a baby.

This isn't Fairyland.

What did you think?

You'd marry the chauffeur
and we'd all come to tea?

Don't be silly.

I told you, I don't even
think I like him.

What has he said to you?

That he loves me and he wants me
to run away with him.

Good God in heaven.

He's frightfully full
of himself.

You don't say.

But I haven't encouraged him.

I haven't said anything, really.

You haven't given
him away, though.

Will you?

Well, I won't betray him,
on one condition.

You must promise not to do
anything stupid.

You must promise now
or I'll tell Papa tonight.

I promise.

(door closes)

Mr. Bates.

You're a sight
for sore eyes.

Welcome home.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

I thought it was you.

Hello.

Come away in
and give some substance

to the gossip
of your return.

CARSON:
You'll find things
a bit different

from when you left, Mr. Bates.

Downton at war.

Precisely.

There's some extra help
in the kitchen--

all very nice people--
and the nurses, of course,

but they live
down at the hospital.

Except for Lady Sybil.

Nurse Crawley, please.

So, we have both
returned, you and I.

A couple of bad pennies.

I haven't.

Thomas means he's not
here as a servant.

He manages the house.

He's a sergeant now.

I take orders
from Major Clarkson.

He runs this place on behalf
of the army medical corps.

Yet another reason to pray
for peace.

I heard about William
from his lordship.

And Captain Crawley.

I'm sure they're
all right.

Sorry I'm late.

Has the dressing gong
rung yet?

You're not late,
Mr. Molesley, but...

Mr. Bates is back
and you reminded me,

I'd better ring it now.

Are you staying for good?

I'd need a crystal ball
to answer that,

but I'll stay for now.

Have you been
standing in for me?

I was going to,
starting tonight, yeah.

Then you'll be relieved
to see me.

Oh, tremendously.

What's that?

It's a new kind of shoehorn.

I bought it
for his lordship.

That's very kind of you,
Mr. Molesley, thank you.

(gong rings)

Daisy, fetch me some more tea.

Thomas, I've got din...

Hot, this time.

And it's Sergeant Barrow to you.

Watch yourself,
Mr. Bates.

Thomas is in charge now,

and it won't do to get
on the wrong side of him.

Is there a right side?

I don't believe it.

Why would she sell
food to Mrs. Bird?

It makes no sense.

Well, I can't confirm
the details of the arrangement.

Maybe they both sell it
and divide the proceeds.

Either way, I felt
you should know.

Have you said anything
to Mrs. Hughes or Carson?

I've tried with her,

but there's none so blind
as them that will not see.

I'm curious.

Next time, come and fetch me.

So Bates is back.

Papa must be pleased.

And Mr. Carson won't be sorry.

Branson, there's something
you ought to know.

I've told Mary.

I see.

Well, that's me finished then,
and without a reference.

No, she's not like that.

You don't know her;
she wouldn't give us away.

But she won't encourage us.

No.

Why are you smiling?

I thought you'd be angry.

Because that's the first time
you've ever spoken about "us."

If you didn't care, you would
have told them months ago.

Oh, I see.

Because I don't want you
to lose your job,

it must mean I'm madly
in love with you.

Well, doesn't it?

You say I'm a free spirit,
and I hope I am.

But you're asking me to give up
my whole world

and everyone in it.

And that's too high a price
to pay?

It is a high price.

I love my parents--
you don't know them--

and I love my sisters
and my friends...

I'm not asking you
to give them up forever.

And when they come around,

I will welcome them
with open arms.

And what about your people?

Would they accept me?

And what about my work?
What work?

You're bringing hot drinks
to a lot of randy officers.

Look, it comes down to
whether or not you love me.

That's all.
That's it.

The rest is detail.

I've written to Vera,

spelling out the case
and how she cannot win it.

Then I've told her
I will be generous

if she will cooperate.

Are you ready
to give her everything?

Because I am.

Whatever it takes.

I want a clean break
and not an open wound.

If we can just be patient
a little while longer.

We shouldn't be outside.

It's cold.

I'll be patient
and bear anything.

Except for you
to go away again.

No, that's done.

You're stuck with me now.

For good and proper.

There's something
you ought to know.

Papa said not to tell you,
but I don't think he's right.

Go on.

Matthew's missing.

He was on patrol
and he's just sort of vanished.

Papa hasn't told anyone.

Not even Mama.

I only know because I was
there when he found out.

It didn't seem right
to keep you in the dark.

I'm not trying to upset you.

Truly.

For once in my life,
I believe you.

They've told you, then?

Do they all know downstairs?

William's missing, too.

I think everyone knows
except her ladyship.

I wish Edith had left it
till the morning.

I could have faced it all
with one more night of sleep.

Mind out, this is hot.

Daisy! Spoons!

Unless they're to drink
directly from the bowl.

Ow, ow.

MRS. BIRD:
Do you think there's enough?

Oh, you could feed about 50,
I reckon.

May we come in?

Your ladyship.

What a surprise.

O'Brien seemed to think
that you and Mrs. Bird

were engaged in a commercial
venture of some sort,

so I came to see for myself.

We are not,
your ladyship.

I agree that's not
what it looks like.

We feed these men

once a week,

and I'm not ashamed of it.

I'll be back before luncheon
at the big house.

I'm sure.

But is it true they are fed
from our kitchens?

Only the stuff the army gives.

They are soldiers.

What did I tell you?

Daisy's right, we only use
the food the army pay for.

And all the men have served
their country.

In future, I would prefer it

if you would use food
paid for by the house.

I don't want the army
to accuse us of mismanagement.

You mean you're going
to let them get away with it?

Oh, more than that.

I'm going to help them,
and so are you.

Molesley.

Ma'am.

If you bring that table over,
I suggest we divide the food.

Then we can form two lines
and it will go faster.

O'Brien, you can
manage the bread.

Daisy?

Of course, m'lady.

What is it?

MOLESLEY:
Beef stew, m'lady.

There you are, Mr. Molesley.

Sergeant, one moment.

I hear you're becoming mighty
imperious in your manner

with the staff here, um,
Daisy in particular.

Just because you're a poacher
turned gamekeeper,

there's no need
for rudeness.

No, sir.

So mind what I say.

Carry on.

I've done as you asked,
Mrs. Hughes.

I think Barrow's taken it
on board.

He's getting grander
than Lady Mary,

and that's saying something.

Lady Grantham.
Hello, Dr. Clarkson.

It was Bates.

I saw him watching you.

He must have gone straight
to the Major and sneaked on you

the moment your back
was turned.

Oh, well.

Some things never change.

Don't worry.

He's more vulnerable
than when he was last here.

Why?

Because we know more.

That's why.

Why haven't you told me
till now?

I'm not sure.

Perhaps I envied your ignorance.

I'm not giving up hope.
Not yet.

Nor me, of course.

But I think we should
start to prepare.

Isobel doesn't know?

I haven't been able
to reach her.

Have you said
anything to Mary?

MARY:
Edith's already
told me.

Has she?

Well, I suppose it was
too tempting to resist.

Oddly enough, I don't think
she was trying to make trouble.

We ought to go down.

It's time for the concert.

Who cares about
the stupid concert?

The men do and we should, too.

Because we have
to keep going,

whatever happens.

We have to help each other
to keep going.

(applause)

(sneezes)

Cora tells me Matthew's
gone missing.

Is that true?

There's no proof
of anything yet.

I see.

Well, I need more than that
to make me anxious.

I'm glad you
would be anxious.

Of course I would be.

We're used to Matthew now.

God knows who the
next heir will be.

Probably a chimney sweep
from Solihull.

Most of you won't know
how rare it is

to see my sister Edith and I

pulling together
in a double act...

A unicorn if ever
there was one.

But in wartime,
we, like all of you,

have more important things
to worry about.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you
the Crawley Sisters.

Well, now I've seen everything.

* Sometimes when I feel bad

* And things look blue

* I wish a pal I had

* Say one like you

* Someone within my heart

* To build a throne

* Someone who'd never part

* To call my own.

ALL:
* If you were the only girl
in the world *

* And I were the only boy

* Nothing else would matter
in the world today *

* We could go on loving
in the same old way... *

(singing slowly stops)

Thank God.

My dear boy.

My very dear boy.

Come on, don't stop
for me.

* I would say such wonderful
things to you *

BOTH:
* There would be such wonderful
things to do *

ALL:
* If you were the only girl
in the world *

* And I were the only boy.

MATTHEW:
Somehow we got lost

and then we were trapped behind
some Germans for three days.

When we got out of that,

we stumbled into
a field dressing station

where we were
immediately admitted,

but we weren't in any danger,
so they didn't inform our unit.

Well, they should have
jolly well told us

when you got back to base.

I hope you weren't
really worried.

Oh, you know us.

We like to be sure
of our hero at the front.

MRS. HUGHES:
I beg your pardon, m'lord,

but the Dowager Countess
is leaving.

Ah.

What will you do with
the rest of your leave?

Well, since Mother
isn't here,

I think I'll run up
to London and see Lavinia.

I got your letter
about Carlisle.

I hope you'll approve.

I know you don't
like him much now...

I hardly know him, but I'm sure
I'll like him when I do.

That's if he's
good to you.

If he's not, he'll have me
to answer to.

Who'd have thought
an amateur concert

could be the summit
of all joy?

I've lived in such a fog
of misery since I left you,

I think I'd forgotten
what happiness is.

Me too.

But now we must get used
to feeling happy.

And trust it.

God, I want to.

Love's young dream,
I don't think.

I'm not sure
I care much.

Are you going soft
in your old age?

I don't like him because
he's a patronizing bastard
who sneaks behind me back,

but I've got other things
to worry about.

Really?
That's interesting.

Why?

Because obviously I hold
a grudge longer than you.

MRS. PATMORE:
I knew nothing bad
had happened.

I felt it in me waters.

What about you?

Did you have me
boxed up and buried?

I am glad you're
all right, honest.

You should be.

It's the thought of you
that keeps me going.

(inaudible whispering)

Hello?

Hello?

Ethel?

What on earth
are you doing here?

I had to come, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm sorry to push in,

but I was sitting alone until
I couldn't stand it no more.

You've got to help me.

I haven't got to do anything.

But what do you mean?

Help with what?

Is this about
Major Bryant?

I blame myself for not
stepping in earlier.

That I will admit.

How long had it been going on?

Long enough to get me pregnant.

Mrs. Hughes, I'm going
to have a baby.