All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S02E07.Episode.7.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(sighs)

That's the last
of the equipment gone.

The maids have put the
drawing room back to normal.

I'm walking down to the village.

I want to have a word
with Travis.

You know that Richard will be
here any moment.

That's why I'm telling you.
Give him my excuses.

I'll see him at dinner.

Is there any news
on the Bates situation?

Not that I'm aware of.

So you still want
to keep him on?

Cora, Bates's wife
has committed suicide.

It's very sad, of course,

but not, when I last looked,
a reason to sack him.

They've taken the rest
of the beds.

So that's the finish of it.

Not quite;
we still have Matthew.

And I wanted to ask you,
isn't it time he went home?

I see, you want
to throw him out.

Robert...

I want him to learn to be
as independent as he can.

And I want Mary to get on
with her life.

What's wrong with that?

Is there something
you're not telling me?

What do you mean?
About Mary.

And Matthew.

Some element
you haven't told me?

Of course not.

You're being silly.

If thinking that trying
to protect Mary

with a ring of steel is silly,
then yes, I am very silly.

You shouldn't be doing that.

Let us hope the end of the war

brings the return of
the footman, Mr. Crawley.

Do you think
they will return?

I certainly hope so.

I'm sure Sir Richard can buy you
a dozen when you get to Haxby.

ROBERT:
Let me.

Oh, no, m'lord, I can manage.

The handle broke.

Aren't we feeding you?

They're from my mother's
apple store.

She always loads me up.

How's your boy doing?

Uh, Freddie?

Yes, Freddie.

He's doing very well.

I wrote to the headmaster
of Ripon Grammar.

I said to look out for him.

That... that's so kind, m'lord.

I hope it works.

I don't really see why it
should, but you never know.

I suppose you miss
your husband very much.

Of course.

But I have Freddie,

and when you think of what some
families have gone through.

I know.

Almost 30 dead
on this estate alone.

And the Elcots down at Longway
lost three out of four sons.

Mrs. Carter's only boy
was killed

a month before the end
of the war.

Poor William.

And then there's Matthew.

Do you ever wonder
what it was all for?

I'd better go in, m'lord.

The train was late.

Welcome to the new world.

When a war is over,
the first emotion is relief,

the second disappointment.

How sad.

But how true.

Come in and have some tea.

Will you miss the extra
staff, Mrs. Patmore?

Not really.

When push comes to shove,
I'd rather do it myself.

Though God knows what
I'm to feed them on.

There's nothing
out there to be had.

Oh, well.

The Lord tempers the wind
to the shorn lamb.

What about you,
Thomas?

How much longer
will you stay?

Well, now the last
of the invalids have gone,
I suppose I'm finished.

I'll report
to Major Clarkson,

but he won't be
taking anyone on.

I suppose the hospital
will revert

to the way it was
before the war.

Where will you go?

What's it to you?

Where will you go?

I'll tell you
where I'm going:

into business.

It's all set up.

Do you mean black market
business?

Don't look so surprised.

I've found a dealer,

and as soon as I make the
payment I'll have the supplies.

Where will you keep them?

I've got a shed in the village

and I'll get a banger
to deliver the stuff.

I'll be well fixed
as soon as word gets out.

You heard her.

There are shortages
all around.

Isn't it dangerous?

I don't think so.

I don't think the police
are bothered about rationing

now the war's over.

It won't last forever,
but by the time it's done,

I should have enough to go
into business properly.

So that's your future,
settled as a plutocrat.

In the meantime, have you
found somewhere to live?

Not yet, but there's no hurry.

I'm sure they won't object if
I stop here for a week or two.

I shouldn't bet on it.

(gong sounds)

I nearly put out the new
dinner jacket, m'lord,

but then Mr. Carson said
the Dowager was dining here.

Quite right.

Mustn't frighten the horses.

By the way, her ladyship
was asking

if there was any more news
about Mrs. Bates.

I don't think so, m'lord.

They'd like to know
why she did it,

but I don't suppose
we ever shall.

You'd think
she'd leave a note.

Perhaps it was
a spur-of-the-moment decision.

Well, it can't have been,
can it?

I mean, wouldn't she have to get
hold of the stuff?

Please forgive me,
I was thinking aloud.

We'll drop the subject.

CARLISLE:
Anna?

It is Anna, isn't it?

Yes, sir.

I want to ask a favor of you.

Of me, Sir Richard?

You.

I've been waiting for you.

I wonder if you could step
into my room for a moment?

You attend Lady Mary
and her sisters, don't you?

In addition
to your other duties?

I do, sir, yes.

You must be kept very busy.

I hope it's worth your while.

Because I would be very willing
to increase your stipend.

If this is about coming with
Lady Mary when you marry,

it's very good of you, sir, but
you see, my fiancée, Mr. Bates,

works here
and I don't think I...

No, it's not that.

Although it's a pity.

Lady Mary's very fond of you.

That's kind.

You see, I'm anxious to make
Lady Mary happy.

Of course you are, sir.

And to that end,
I feel I need to know

a great deal more
about her than I do.

Our customs are so strange
in this country.

A couple is hardly allowed
a moment alone together

before they walk down the aisle.

I'm not sure I understand, sir.

I'd like to know more about her
interests, where she goes,

whom she sees,
what she says to them.

Excuse me, sir.

Do you mean you want me
to give you a report

of Lady Mary's actions?

It will be extra work,
but I'm happy to pay.

I'm sure, but I'm afraid
I wouldn't have the time.

Thank you, sir.

It's your choice, of course.

I'd be grateful if you didn't
mention this to Lady Mary.

I wouldn't want her to think
I was checking up on her.

I nearly came down
in a dinner jacket tonight.

VIOLET:
Really?

Well, why not
a dressing gown?

Or better still, pajamas?

That's why I didn't.

ISOBEL:
I like the new fashions.

Shorter skirts,

looser cuts.

The old clothes
were all very well

if one spent the day
on a chaise longue,

but if one wants
to get anything done,

the new clothes are much better.

I'll stick to the chaise longue.

But Granny, you don't really
want things to go back

to the way they were, surely?

Of course I do,

and as quickly as possible.

What about you, Papa?

Before the war,
I believed my life had value.

I suppose I should like
to feel that again.

MARY:
Have you seen the boy's haircuts

the women are wearing in Paris?

I hope you won't try that.

MARY:
I might.

I'm not sure how feminine it is.

I'm not sure how feminine I am.

Very, I'm glad to say.

Carson, I keep forgetting
to tell Mrs. Hughes

we've had a letter
from Major Bryant's mother.

She and her husband are
in Yorkshire on Friday

and she wants to pay us a visit.

Why?

The last time they saw him alive
it was here.

I can understand.

Will they be staying, my lady?

No, but we'll give them
luncheon.

That way they can talk
about the Major

with all of us
who knew him.

That lets me out,
thank heaven.

You look very fine.

Everything I own is from
my season before the war.

I'm trying
to wear them out.

Where have you
been all day?

Nowhere, I've just been busy.

I envy you.

I feel so flat after
the rush and bustle

of the last two years.

They were sighing for the old
days at dinner,

but all I could do was think
about how much more I want

from life now than I did then.

Does this mean that you've made
up your mind, at last?

No, not quite.

But almost.

CARSON:
What do you mean,
how did she say it?

Mr. and Mrs. Bryant are coming
for luncheon on Friday.

How are things over at Haxby?

Oh, pretty good.

Building materials are in short
supply, but Sir Richard knows

how to get around that.

I bet he does.

You should see some of the
gadgets in the kitchens.

And the bathrooms.

Oh, goodness me.

They're like something out
of a film with Theda Bara.

I'm surprised you know
who Theda Bara is.

Oh, I get about,
Mrs. Hughes.
I get about.

But will you be happy there?

That's what I want
to be sure of.

If you're asking whether
I'll regret leaving Downton,

I will regret it every minute
of every day.

I thought I would die here

and haunt it ever after.

Well, then...

You see, I think I can help her

in those early years when it's
important to get it right.

And if I can help her,
then I must.

I wish I could understand.

To me, Lady Mary
is an uppity minx

who's the author
of her own misfortunes.

You didn't know her when
she was a child, Mrs. Hughes.

She was a guinea a minute then.

I remember once
she came in here,

she can't have been more than
four or five years old.

She said, "Mr. Carson,
I've decided to run away

and I wonder if I might take
some of the silver to sell."

"Well," I said.

"That could be awkward
for his lordship.

Suppose I give you sixpence to
spend in the village instead?"

"Very well," says she,

"but you must be sure
to charge me interest."

(chuckles)

And did you?

She gave me a kiss
in full payment.

Then she had the better bargain.

I wouldn't say that.

ANNA:
There you are,
Mrs. Hughes.

They said you were in here.
Might I have a word?

Of course.

Shall we go to my room?

There's no reason Mr. Carson
shouldn't hear it.

In fact, I think
he probably should.

You see, I've had a request
from Sir Richard

that you ought
to know about.

You've done this before.

Bates, can I ask
you something?

If I started to feel
a tingling in my legs,

what do you think
that might mean?

Have you told Dr. Clarkson?

Yes, he says
it's an illusion.

A memory of a
tingling or something.

But, I mean, I do know
my back is broken.

I understand that
I won't recover,

but I do keep feeling it.

Or I think I do.

I should wait and see.

If something is changing,
it will make itself known.

Now, will that be all?

Yes, thank you.

Bates...

Please don't tell anyone.

I couldn't bear it
if Miss Swire or mother or...

or anyone started to hope.

I won't say a thing.

Good night, sir.

Morning.

MRS. HUGHES:
I don't know why
I'm doing this.

I must be out of my mind.

Because you know
it's my last chance.

Well, that's true.

They won't be back,
not after this trip.

So what should I do?

Come to the house.

But stay outside
in the game larder.

I'll leave some food
there and a blanket,

and then I'll try and find a
moment alone with Mrs. Bryant

and tell her
about little Charlie.

And then, if she asks--
only if she asks, mind you--

I'll bring her out
to see the child.

What about him?

If either of them are
in the least interested,

it'll be the mother.

And do you think
she'll help me?

She might.

Suppose she won't see him?

Then you're no worse off
than you are already.

Look, I shouldn't be doing it.

So if you're not keen,
then for heaven's sake,

let's forget all about it.

No.

I'll be there, I promise.

Doesn't it feel odd
to have the rooms back?

And only us
to sit in them.

I suppose we'll
get used to it.

I don't want
to get used to it.

What do you mean?

I know what it is to work now.

To have a full day,
to be tired in a good way.

I don't want to start
dress fittings

or paying calls
or standing behind the guns.

But how does one escape
all that?

I think I've found
a way to escape.

Nothing too drastic, I hope.

It is drastic.

There's no going back
once I've done it,

but that's what I want.

No going back.

I don't want
to go back, either.

Then don't.

You're far nicer than you were
before the war, you know.

O'BRIEN:
Where did you get it all?

THOMAS:
I told you, this bloke
from Leeds.

Where did he get it?

Some's army surplus,
some's from America.

And Ireland-- everywhere.

He's got contacts
all over.

That's what I'm
paying him for.

How much have you paid him?

A lot.

But I'm not worried.

I've taken nothing perishable.

This lot will last for months.

I'll be sold out long before
any of it's gone off.

Starting with Mrs. Patmore.

But Carson,
if you're abandoning me,

I think I deserve to know
the reason why.

I do not believe
that Sir Richard and I

would work well together.

But there must be more
to it than that.

You knew what Sir Richard
was like.

We were to educate him,
together, you and I.

Wasn't that the plan?

Sir Richard offered Anna
a sum of money

to report your activities
to him.

Whom you saw,
what you said.

He wanted her to spy on me?

Naturally, he used
a different word.

Naturally.

And she refused?

She refused and she reported
the offer to Mrs. Hughes and me.

Well, I wish she'd come
to me first.

So, you mean you'd be
uncomfortable

working for a spymaster?

How disappointing of you.

And I always thought
you were fond of me.

CARLISLE:
Ah, there you are.

What about a quick walk
before dinner?

We ought to get changed first.

Will that be all, my lady?

Yes, Carson.
Thank you.

I think that will be all.

Carson has decided not to come
with us to Haxby.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Is there anything I can say
to change your mind?

I'm afraid not, sir.

What a shame.

Not really.

Butlers will be two a penny now
they're all back from the war.

I gather Carson

was looking for me.

Um, shall I go and find him,
m'lord?

It's all right.
Tell him I'll be
in the dressing room.

Has he done
the red wine, yet?
It's over here, m'lord.

Ah.

I'm pleased.

It's a new one on me.

I had some at a dinner
in London and ordered it.

Carson thought we might
try it tonight.

Well, I'd better go up.

You made me sad yesterday.

Wondering what the war was for.

Oh, don't listen to me.

I'm a foolish man
who's lost his way

and don't quite know
how to find it again.

I'm terribly sorry.

Please try to forgive me.

I do forgive you.

Oh, Mr. Carson.

His lordship said you
were looking for him.

And?

And well, I was to say
that you'd find him

in the dressing room.

What's the matter
with you?

Nothing.

CARSON:
I wrestled with it, m'lord,

I don't mind admitting.

And I wanted to be there
to help Lady Mary, and...

And protect her
from Sir Richard.

Well, I wouldn't quite put it
like that, but yes, I suppose.

Only...

Only you felt you
couldn't work for a man
who would offer a bribe?

That is correct, m'lord.

Are you quite sure
you won't regret it?

I know how fond you are
of Lady Mary.

But I couldn't work for a man
that I don't respect.

And I certainly couldn't have
left Downton for him.

I shall take that
as a compliment.

For myself and for my house.

MARY:
I still don't see

why you didn't
tell me first.

I'm sorry, m'lady, but I didn't
want to add to your troubles.

Well, you have done,
whether you wanted to or not.

Nobody's down yet.

They won't be long.

Oh, look, they've
cleared the tea

but forgotten
to take that tray.

Ring the bell.

I'll do it.

They'll be busy
getting dinner ready.

It's too heavy for you.
No, it's not.

Look out!

Heavens, that was
a near thing.

My God.

Mary! Girls!

Cora! Come at once!

CORA:
Robert, wait.

Everyone come at once.

MARY:
What is it?

What's happened?

ROBERT:
Come and see this.

Is it true?

Is it true
what Lavinia says?

(gasping)

I can't believe it!

It's so wonderful.

It is, but don't
tire yourself out.

Sit down now and we'll send
for Dr. Clarkson.

She's right.

Edith, go with Branson.

Get Clarkson, but fetch Mama
and Cousin Isobel as well.

I don't care what they're doing,
tell them to come now!

My dear chap.

I cannot begin to tell you
what this means to me.

It's pretty good news
for me, too.

(laughing)

CLARKSON:
There is only one

possible explanation.

It starts with my own mistake.

Every indication told me
that the spine was transected,

which would have been
incurable.

But when Sir John Coates
came to see Matthew,
he agreed with you.

Well, he didn't.

Not entirely.

He thought that it could
conceivably be a case

of spinal shock.

That is intense bruising,

which was sufficiently severe
to impede the leg mechanism.

But which would heal?

Why didn't you tell us?

Because I didn't agree
with him,

and I didn't want to raise

Captain Crawley's hopes
to no purpose.

MATTHEW:
I understand

and I don't blame you.

You must take it slowly.

Rome wasn't built in a day.
I know.

And I'm afraid you will carry
a bruise on your spine

for the rest of your life.

But I will have a life?

Yes.

I think we can say
that you will have

a normal life,
and it won't be long in coming.

My darling boy.

My darling boy.

Excuse me, m'lord.

But Mrs. Hughes is wondering
what she should do about dinner.

You'll all stay for dinner,
won't you?

CLARKSON:
Well, I'm afraid
I'm not dressed.

Oh, never mind that.

Who cares about that?
What about you, Mama?

Oh, certainly.

All this unbridled joy has given
me quite an appetite.

ANNA:
There you are.

I wondered what had
happened to you.

It's wonderful news,
isn't it?
Wonderful.

Are you busy?

I'm just going up to help
in the dining room, why?

It'll keep.

No, tell me.

I've got time.

It's just something
his lordship said recently

I can't get out of my mind.

How Vera must have
bought the poison

and taken it home with her.

Yes, I suppose she must.

And it's a terrible thing

to think of.

But she didn't, I did.

What?

Months ago, before I left,

Vera said we needed rat poison
and I bought it.

It was arsenic,
and I've been thinking

that's what she
must have taken.

Have you told the police?
No.

Tell them.

If you don't and they
find out, it'll look bad.

But wouldn't I be asking
for trouble?

You're asking for trouble
if you stay silent.

Anna, we're starting.

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

Tell me, how are things
progressing at Haxby?

Quite well.

I've put in a condition
so the builders are fined

for every day they go over.

Does that make for
a happy atmosphere?

I want it done.

They can be happy

in their own time.

Why the rush?

I like everything I own
to be finished

and ready to sell.

VIOLET:
You're not thinking
of selling Haxby, surely?

Depends.

We'll have to see if it
suits us to be so close

to Downton.

I want to tell you
all something.

As you know, during this, well,

I think I can say horrible time,

Lavinia has proved to be
the most marvelous person.

ROBERT:
Hear, hear.

ISOBEL:
Indeed.

MATTHEW:
I never thought we would marry

for all sorts of reasons,

but she wouldn't accept that.

And so now I am
very pleased

to say that she's
been proved right.

Lavinia and I
will get married.

Oh, my dear fellow.

ISOBEL:
Isn't it wonderful?

MATTHEW:
Just as soon as I'm well enough
to walk down the aisle.

Dr. Clarkson can
help us with when.

Not long now.

And she feels we ought
to marry here, at Downton.

To bury forever the memories
of what I hope

has been the darkest period
of my life.

Of course.

LAVINIA:
Are you sure?

I know it should be
at my home in London,

but we've been through
so much here.

We'd be delighted.

VIOLET:
Bravo!

Excellent news.

Mary, isn't that excellent news?

Just excellent.

You're very late.

Won't they worry?

They're all so excited,
they won't care where I am.

I'm pleased.

I like Mr. Matthew.

He announced at dinner that he
wants to get married at Downton.

Somehow, it made me feel
more than ever

that the war is really over
and it's time to move forward.

Do you mean you've made
your decision?

Yes.

My answer is...

that I'm ready to travel

and you are my ticket

to get away from this house,
away from this life.

Me?

No, Uncle Tom Cobley.

(laughs)

I'm sorry.

But I've waited so long
for those words,

I can't believe
I'm hearing them.

You won't mind
burning your bridges?

Mind?

Fetch me the matches!

Yes, you can kiss me,
but that is all

until everything is settled.

For now, God knows it's
enough that I can kiss you.

What a day.

I can't stop smiling.

No.

But another time,
please ask me

before you agree
to host a wedding.

What?

I'm fond of Matthew, of course,

but you do realize this means
Mary's marriage will be delayed?

I can't help that.

Mary is our first
priority, Robert.

And just because Matthew's
been lame...

"Matthew's been lame"?

Can you hear the words
coming out of your mouth?

Can you hear how stupid
and selfish they are?

Because I can.

Don't bother me
with it now.

I've enough on trying
to make a luncheon

that looks worth eating.

But that's what
I'm saying.

Everything is in
short supply now.

Short supply?

No supply, more like.

Talk about making a silk purse

out of a sow's ear.

I wish we had
a sow's ear.

It'd be better
than this brisket.

That's just it.

Thomas has come by
some groceries and such

and he's prepared to let
them go for the right price.

Oh, he's prepared
to let them go, is he?

And how did he come by them?

That's what I'd like to know.

Well, they're not stolen,
in case you're worried.

Oh, I'm not worried.

You're the one who
should be worried.

Tell you what, I'm making
a wedding cake now

for Mr. Crawley.

I'll finish it early
and feed it with brandy.

So if I give you a list of
ingredients, can you get them?

I can.

And then we'll see.

Now, will you leave me and let
me get on with this travesty?

Why are you here?

ROBERT:
Mr. Bryant,

Mrs. Bryant, welcome.

MRS. BRYANT:
We're so pleased to be here.

This is so kind of you,
Lady Grantham.

It is kind, but we ought to make
it clear we can't stay long.

I wasn't sure we had time
to come at all.

Luncheon is quite ready.

We must eat and run,
I'm afraid.

We have to be
at Maryport by 6:00.

We're all so terribly sorry
about the reason you're here.

If we could see
Charles's room.

Shall I take Mrs. Bryant up?

No, I'll do it.

We'll all do it.

My cousin, Mrs. Crawley,
who looked after Major Bryant,

and my daughters who nursed him,
will join us for luncheon.

How thoughtful.

But we can't be long.

I've told our chauffeur
to stay in the car.

Will I take him
something to eat?

Leave him be;
he's quite happy.

Now, please come and see

where Major Bryant lived
while he was with us.

I'm afraid it's not
going to work.

Why?

They're in the
dining room now,

and they're getting
straight into the car
when they've finished.

I tried to speak
to her on her own,

but there was never
the right moment.

Your granddaddy is
a bit of a bully.

But I must see them,
I've come all this way.

Of course
it's a disappointment.

You said yourself there wouldn't
be another chance.

We can't know that.

Maybe you should write
to them after all.

You've nothing to lose.

No, they have to see him.

They must see Charlie.

Well, maybe they will,
sometime in the future.

I hope so.

You'd better go now.

This wedding cake.

Can I make it?

You wouldn't know
how to start.

But you can tell me.

And if I make it early,

then you can make another
if it's no good.

Hmm.

If I say yes, will you do
as you're told?

MRS. HUGHES:
Daisy?

There's a wretched
chauffeur at the front

who's not allowed
to get out of the car,

so can you make him a sandwich
and take him up a bottle of pop?

DAISY:
We've some ham and...

Oh, my God.

Who was that?

Wasn't that Ethel?

Did you see what
she was carrying?

No.

Then just let's leave
it at that.

MRS. BRYANT:
I'm afraid Downton will be
a place of pilgrimage

for a while.

CORA:
We're glad to be,

if we can help to bring
some peace of mind.

MR. BRYANT: There's no
point in wallowing in it.

What good does it do?

ETHEL:
Leave me alone.

MRS. HUGHES:
Ethel!

I tried to stop her.

What on earth?

Ethel...
I know what this is.

Mrs. Hughes, I don't think
it's quite the right...

I'm stopping.

Until I've had my say.

This is Charlie,

your grandson.

He's almost a year old.

MR. BRYANT:
What proof have you?

What?

I say, what proof have you?
If my son was the father of this
boy, where is your proof?

Have you any letters?
Any signed statement?

Why would there be any letters?
We were in the same house.

I think she's telling
the truth.

MR. BRYANT:
I'm not interested in "think."

I want proof that my son
acknowledged paternity
of this boy.

If what you say is true,

then he would have known
of the boy's existence

for months before he...

before he was killed.

Yes, he knew.

So? What did he do about it?

Nothing.

He did nothing.

Thank you.

That's the proof
If Charles was the father,

he would never have shirked
his responsibilities, never.

Well, he did.

MR. BRYANT:
I won't listen
to any more slander.

Now will you please go,

and take that boy with you,
whoever he is.

You're upsetting
Mrs. Bryant!

Well, I would like...

I say you are upsetting
Mrs. Bryant!

Lord Grantham, are you going
to stand by while this woman

holds us to ransom?

This isn't doing
much good.

Ethel, you'd better
come with me.

Come on.

(baby cries)

MR. BRYANT:
She thinks we're
a soft touch.

They hear of a dead officer
with some money behind him,

and suddenly there's a baby
on every corner.

But if she's telling
the truth...

If Charles had fathered that
boy, he would have told us.

Now I'd say she's
done her homework

and discovered he was
an only child.

She thinks we'd be ripe
for the plucking.

You knew her.

Was she one of the nurses
when he was here?

She was a housemaid.

Were you aware?

No.

No one told me Major Bryant
was your only son.

That's right, just Charles.

Matthew is my only son

and he nearly died.

I think I know a little
of what you're going through.

MRS. BRYANT:
He seems such a nice young man.

MR. BRYANT:
Well, I think that's
cast rather a shadow

over the proceedings, so I don't
see any point in prolonging it.

Daphne, come on,
we're leaving.

He's afraid of his own grief.

That's why he behaves
as he does.

He's terrified
of his own grief.

ETHEL:
If that's what he's like,
I don't want his help.

I don't want it.

I doubt you'll
have the option.

You're a dark horse.

How did you keep it a secret
all this time?

Maybe when he's thought
about it he'll feel differently.

You never know.

CARSON:
Anna, will you
kindly go upstairs

and help in the dining room?

Ethel, please take the child
and leave.

How did you get here?

I caught the bus and walked up
from the village.

Then can you reverse the process
as quickly as possible?

She's very badly shaken,
Mr. Carson.

She's lost everything.

Are you all right
for the fare?

Yes, thank you.

MARY:
He's their only grandchild.

There can never be another.

CARLISLE:
Even if Ethel
is telling the truth...

I believe she is.

Even so, there's no legal
reality to it.

The child is her bastard
and has no claim on them.

ROBERT:
Steady on, sir.

The ladies have had enough
shocks for one day.

CARLISLE:
I just don't see
the point in pretending

something can be done
when it can't.

MATTHEW:
What about you, Mother?

Can't one of your
refugee charities help?

But she's not a refugee,

and we have more claims
on our funding

than we can
possibly meet.

The truth is,
Ethel's made her choice

and now she's stuck with it.

That seems
a little hard.

Does it?

Aren't all of us stuck
with the choices we make?

Candied peel?

Well, well, I never thought
you'd find that.

I hope you're pleased,
Mrs. Patmore.

'Course she is,
aren't you?

There's stuff here we haven't
seen since before the war.

I can't wait
to get started.

I won't ask where
you got it from

because I don't want
to know.

I keep saying there's
nothing wrong,

so what I'd like to know is...

When will he get paid?

When I'm satisfied.

And when will that be,
O Mighty One?

When Daisy's baked the cake
and I'm pleased with it.

He understands.

He knows this is just the sprat
to catch the mackerel.

I really ought to walk
to the library.

No need to rush it, sir.

You're getting better every day.

(knock on door)

Oh, Cousin Matthew?

May I come in?
Please.

No, no, no.

No, stay where you are.

Thank you.

No doubt you will regard this
as rather unorthodox,

my pushing into a man's bedroom,
uninvited.

Well, um...

It's just I don't want us
to be disturbed.

I'm sure you know
how pleased I am

that you will recover after all.

Thank you.

Just as I am delighted that you
can once more look forward

to a... to a happy married life.

I'm very lucky.

Now, this may come as a surprise

but I feel I must say it
all the same.

Please do.

Mary is still in love with you.

What?

I was watching her
the other night

when you spoke of your wedding.

She looked like Juliet
on awakening in the tomb.

Mary and I have always had...

Of course, I suspected long ago
that the flame

hadn't quite gone out,

but then there was no chance
of your recovery

and it seemed best to let her
try for happiness

where she could.

I quite agree,
and Sir Richard is...

No, now let's not muddy the pool
by discussing Sir Richard.

The point is
you loved her once.

Are you sure you can't
love her again?

Cousin Violet,
please don't think I mind

your speaking to me in this way.

I quite admire it.
But consider this:

Lavinia came back,
against my orders,

determined to look after me
for the rest of my life,

which meant that she would
wash me and feed me

and do things that only the most
dedicated nurse would undertake,

and all with no hope of children
or any improvement.

Yes, it's all very admirable.

And I give her
full credit.

And giving her that credit,

do you think it would be right
for me to throw her over

because I can walk?

To dismiss her

because I no longer have need
of her services?

Spoken like a man of honor, and
we will not fall out over this.

But you don't agree.

I would just say one thing.

Marriage is a long business.

There's no getting out of it
for our kind of people.

Now, you may live 40, 50 years
with one of these two women.

Just make sure you have
selected the right one.

Will it be April or May?

I should steer
clear of May.

"Marry in May,
rue the day."

I think it's April.

Matthew should be walking
normally by then.

Spring weddings are
the prettiest of all.

CARLISLE:
All this talk of weddings
is making me impatient.

I don't think we can go
into competition

with Matthew and Lavinia,
do you?

After, then.

In the summer.

Let's settle it before
I return to London.

You must be looking forward
to traveling again.

I know I am.

Very well, the end of July.

Then we can be
out of England

for August.

You don't sound very excited.

To quote you,
that's not who we are.

MARY:
There's something I've
been meaning to ask you.

ROBERT:
Ah, here we are.

Why did you try to bribe Anna?

She told you, did she?

She didn't, not me.

But why did you do it?

Next time, if you want to know
anything, just ask me.

Well done.

All right, then, I will.

Once and for all, are you still
in love with Matthew Crawley?

Of course not.

Would I ever admit
to loving a man

who preferred someone else
over me?

Where's Sybil?

EDITH:
She's not feeling well.

She told Anna she wouldn't be
down for dinner.

What is it?

I heard from my lawyer today.

Apparently, Vera wrote
to a friend

just before my last visit.

Why are they telling you now?

It was only delivered
a few days ago.

And do you know what
the letter says?

They sent me a copy.

"John has written and he's
coming here tonight.

"His words sound as angry
as I've ever heard him,

"and you know how angry that is.

I never thought I'd say this,
but I'm afraid for my life."

But what did you write to her?

I said I was coming that evening

and I meant to have it
out with her.

I may have said she was being
unreasonable, but so she was.

Will it change anything?

Think about it.

Before Vera's death
she had taken all my money

and she had wrecked the divorce.

Now, as her widower,

I inherit everything and we can
marry whenever we like.

Anna, they're going in.

You look as if you've got
the cares of the world

on your shoulders.

Not the whole world,
Mrs. Hughes,

but quite enough of it.

Sybil?

Sybil, I just want to say
goodnight.

Mrs. Hughes, can I borrow the
duplicate keys for upstairs?

Why?

Lady Mary says one of the
bathroom keys isn't working.

She thinks it must
have got swapped.

Oh, I'll come.

No, no, there's no need.

I'll bring them back
in a jiffy.

You've done enough for one day.

Oh, my God, she's eloped.

She's on her way
to Gretna Green.

They must stop
at some point.

It won't be open
before the morning.

They won't expect us to be
in pursuit until tomorrow,

so they'll stay
somewhere on the road.

We hope.

Everyone keep an eye out
for the motor.

Daisy?!

What in God's name are you doing
down here at this hour?

I just wanted to check it
were all right.

That it hadn't, you know,
caved in or anything.

Caved in?

It's a cake,
not a soufflé.

I know, but I've never made
a wedding cake before.

Is that the one
for tasting?

Yes, Mrs. Patmore.

Well, bring it out,
we'll give it a try.

What in God's name
do you call this?

I don't know, I did
everything that you said.

I promise.

But didn't you taste
the mixture?

(sighs)

Well, then I'm afraid it's time
to look at Thomas's ingredients.

Well, it's two thirds

plaster dust.

Where's the peel?

This were old
when Adam were a boy.

So, Thomas was happy
to "let it go," was he?

Well, it won't go anywhere
near me in future.

Chuck the whole bally lot out
and we'll have to think again.

Isn't that the car?

(knock on door)

How did you find us?

How did you know?

Never mind that.

At least nothing's happened,
thank God.

What do you mean
nothing's happened?

I've decided to marry Tom

and your coming after me
won't change that.

This isn't the way.

She's right.

Of course Mama and Papa
will hate it...

Why should they?
Oh, pipe down.

Sybil, can't you let them get
used to the idea?

Take your stand and refuse
to budge, but allow them time.

That way, you won't have
to break up the family.

They would never give
permission.

You don't need permission.

You're 21.

But you do need
their forgiveness

if you're not to start your
new life under a black shadow.

Don't listen.

She's pretending
to get you home again.

Even if I am,
even if I think this is mad,

I know it will be better
to do it in broad daylight

than sneak off
like a thief in the night.

Go back with them, then.

If you think they can make you
happier than I will.

Am I so weak you believe
I can be talked out

of giving my heart
in five minutes flat?

But Mary's right.

I don't like deceit, and
our parents don't deserve it.

So I'll go back with them.

Believe it or not,
I will stay true to you.

I'll return the car
in the morning.

You're confident you can bring
her 'round, aren't you?

Fairly.

I'll certainly try.

Do you want some money
for the room?

No, thank you, m'lady.

I can pay my own way.

Where are the girls?

I suppose Sybil's still ill

and the others just
haven't appeared.

I hope they're not coming down
with anything.

The stories of this
Spanish flu are too awful.

No, it's nothing of the sort.
Why are you up so early?

I'm meeting Isobel.

She wants me to help
with her refugees.

I thought the whole point
of Mama arranging that

was to keep her
out of your hair.

I know.

But now the soldiers have gone,

I do have a lot of time
on my hands,

and maybe I can be useful.

Why is it different
from before the war?

I don't know exactly,
it just is.

Maybe the war's changed me.

I guess it's changed everybody.

Not me.

Don't be too sure.

If I'm not back before
luncheon, don't wait.

I'll take this down
to keep it hot, m'lord.

I wanted to catch
you alone.

Oh?

Yes, you see, I think
you might be happier

if I tended my resignation.

What?

I'd hate you to be uncomfortable
in your own house and...

I won't hear of it.

But I know...

You will not be deprived
of your livelihood

because I behaved in
an ungentlemanly manner.

The fault was entirely mine.

You will not pay
the price.

(clanking)

(screaming in anger)

Is this yours?

Molesley found it
in your dressing room.

It's not one
of your old toys, is it?

Because I don't recognize it.

No, it was given to me
as a charm, I think,

to take to the front.

ISOBEL:
Well, you're home
and safe now.

Shall I put it in the barrel
for the village children?

(firmly):
No.

You never know,
it might be bad luck

not to keep it.

ISOBEL:
Luncheon will be ready soon.

It's all rubbish.

It's all bloody rubbish.

Can't you ask
for your money back?

Oh, yes.

Of course I can ask and a
fat lot of good that'll do!

You must challenge him.

How?

I only ever met him in a pub.

I wouldn't know
where to find him.

Don't you understand, woman?

I've been tricked!

I've been had!

I've been taken
for the fool I am.

How much did
he get from you?

Every penny I had.

And then some.

What are you going to do now?

I don't know.

I don't bloody know.