All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S02E08.Episode.8.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

CORA:
I just hope you remember
your wedding; I don't.

We can put the presents
in the drawing room,

against the window.

Very good, m'lady.

I suppose we do have
to display all the presents.

It can look rather greedy.

LAVINIA:
I can't bear the disruption

we seem to have
brought down on your heads.

Don't be silly.

How are you feeling?

I just wish I could get rid
of this damn stick.

Sorry.

Don't be.

If anyone has a right
to swear, it's you.

Don't bully yourself.

Think of where we were
a few months ago
and smile.

I quite agree.

But I want to make it
up and down that aisle

without assistance.

LAVINIA:
Up, yes.

You'll have me to lean on
when you're coming down.

And you still have three
full days of practice,

so never say die.

ISOBEL:
My goodness,
is that the time?

I must be getting back.

I'll go with you.

She's just sucking up, Mother.

Any bride who
doesn't suck up

to her husband's mother
is a fool.

Can I bother you?

Mrs. Bryant has written a letter
I did not expect.

She says her husband
wants to see the baby.

They both do.

Isn't that what you hoped?

Yes and no.

Remember what he was like
the last time?

I don't want to build up
Ethel's hopes again.

Ethel's not important.

It's the boy's chances
you have to look to.

I believe you're right,

though we come at it
by different routes.

But why announce it tonight,
all of a sudden?

He's got a job
at a newspaper.

He heard today;
it's a real chance.

Let him go to Dublin

and then you can use
the calm to consider.

Mary doesn't want you
to be trapped

before you're
completely sure.

But I am sure!

How many times
do I have to say it?

Anna, tell them.

Lady Mary's right.

It's a very big thing
to give up your whole world.

Thank you.

Listen to her if you
won't listen to me.

But I'm not giving up my world.

If they want
to give me up,

that's their affair.

I'm perfectly happy to carry on
being friends with everyone.

Married to the chauffeur?

Yes.

Anyway, he's a journalist now,
which sounds better for Granny.

We're going
to tell Papa tonight.

We?

You mean you and Branson?

He's coming in after dinner.

But what will Papa do?

I imagine he'll call the police.

Downton is not a hostel.

No, Mr. Carson.

And you made such a point
of not being a servant anymore.

Our ears are ringing with it.

The trouble is, I'm a little
out of pocket at the moment.

I cannot say
that I'm sympathetic

when you dabble
in the black market.

I just need some more time,
Mr. Carson.

How long is it since the last
patient left, Sergeant?

You're trespassing
on our generosity.

I'll try to make myself useful.

Just find somewhere to go.

Yes?

I'm here.

So I can see.

I don't think this is
such a good idea.

We mustn't worry Granny.

You've asked me to come
and I've come.

Would someone please
tell me what is going on?

Or have we all stepped through
the looking glass?

Your grandmother has as much
right to know as anybody else.

Why don't I find that
reassuring?

How much longer is
Mr. Carson going to be?

This is why it's never worth
trying to make food interesting

in the servants' hall.

You're very quiet
this evening.

I've had a letter off Mr. Mason,
William's dad.

Oh, yes?

What does he want?

To see me.

Oh, there's nothing
very wonderful in that.

You're his daughter-in-law.

Why shouldn't he see you?

I wish it were as simple.

Well, I think it is, but
I'll not reopen the wound.

ROBERT:
What do you mean you knew?

I hoped it would
blow over.

I didn't want
to split the family

when Sybil might
still wake up.

And all the time,
you've been driving me about,

bowing and scraping
and seducing my daughter

behind my back?

I don't bow and scrape
and I've not seduced anyone.

Give your daughter some credit
for knowing her own mind.

How dare you speak
to me in that tone?

You will you leave
at once.

This is a folly.

A ridiculous,
juvenile madness.

Sybil,

what do you have
in mind?

ROBERT:
Mama, this is hardly...

No.

She must have
something in mind,

otherwise she wouldn't have
summoned him here tonight.

Thank you, Granny.

Yes, we do have a plan.

Tom's got a job
on a paper.

I'll stay until
after the wedding--

I don't want to steal
their thunder--

but after that,
I'll go to Dublin.

To live with him?

Unmarried?

I'll live with his mother
while the banns are read.

And then we'll be married

and I'll get a job
as a nurse.

Well, what does your
mother make of this?

If you must know,
she thinks we're very foolish.

Oh, so at least we have
something in common.

I won't allow it!

I will not allow my daughter
to throw away her life!

You can posture
all you like, Papa,

it won't make any difference.

Oh, yes, it will.

How?

I don't want any money.

You can hardly
lock me up until I die.

I'll say goodnight,

but I can promise you
one thing:

tomorrow morning,
nothing will have changed.

Tom?

ETHEL:
He's not coming here.

I don't want him
to see this place.

I won't have him pity me.

The question is,

are you prepared to let them
into Charlie's life?

I suppose so, yes.

Good.

I'll ask them to Downton
for Monday at 4:00.

And this time,

it'll be all above board.

You can't have expected
to live here free forever.

I didn't expect
to get booted out.

You'll have
to find some work.

It's not that easy.

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry
is looking for work these days,

and they don't all have a hand
like a Jules Verne experiment.

Mr. Branson.

I know it wasn't easy
last night.

We should have spoken out
long ago.

Spoken out about what?

Ah, why not?

Lady Sybil and I
are getting married.

Have you no shame?

I'm sorry you feel like that,
Mr. Carson.

You're a good man.

But no, I have no shame.

In fact, I have great pride
in the love of that young woman

and I will strive
to be worthy of it.

I will not disgrace myself
by discussing the topic,

and nor will anyone else.

Now, if you will go,
Mr. Branson,

we will continue with our day.

Leave an address where we may
forward what is owing to you.

No problem there,
Mr. Carson.

I'll be at the Grantham Arms
in the village

until Lady Sybil is ready
to make her departure.

I bid you all a good day.

Is it really true?
Please!

I have asked for silence,
and silence I will have.

What on earth is it?

LAVINIA:
A gramophone.

Some cousins of mine
have given it to us.

You should stand well clear
when you light blue touch paper.

VIOLET:
All on your own?

I've left space at the front
for jewels.

I know Lavinia's getting
something from Papa.

And from me.

Though she's so slight,

a real necklace
would flatten her.

What news of Sybil?

Papa is with her now.

I'm afraid it'll end in tears.

Maybe.

But they won't be Sybil's.

I used to think that Mary's beau
was a mésalliance,

but compared to this
he's practically a Hapsburg.

Don't worry.

Your turn will come.

Will it?

Or am I just to be
the maiden aunt?

Isn't this what they do?

Arrange presents for their
prettier relations?

Don't be defeatist, dear.

It's very middle class.

Now, I'd better go up
and support your father.

Your threats are hollow,
don't you see?

"I won't be received in London,
I won't be welcome at Court."

How do I make you
understand?

I couldn't care less.

(knock on door)

I do hope I'm
interrupting something.

ROBERT:
I only wish you were,

but I seem to be
getting nowhere.

Have you seen Cora?
No.

VIOLET:
She's lying down.

And can we blame her?

Now, Sybil dear,

this sort of thing is all
very well in novels,

but in reality it can prove
very uncomfortable.

And while I am sure Branson
has many virtues...

Well, no, no,
he's a good driver.

I will not give him up.

Don't be rude
to your grandmother.

No, she's not being rude.

Just wrong.

This is my offer.

I will stay one week

to avoid the impression
I've run away

and because I don't want
to spoil Matthew's wedding.

Then we will marry
in Dublin

and whoever wishes to visit
will be very welcome.

Out of the question.

Will you forbid Mary and Edith?

No, no, don't say anything
you may have to retract.

Know this:

there will be
no more money.

From here on in, your life
will be very different.

Well, bully for that.

I thought this might
tide you over...

(groaning)

Mr. Carson,
whatever's the matter?

I'm sure I'll be all right

if I can just stay still
for a moment.

You will not stay still,
not down here.

Get to bed this minute.

I'll send for the doctor.

I can't.

We've got the Crawleys tonight
and Miss Swire.

What with this business
of Lady Sybil...

I'll deal with it.

Look, get Mr. Molesley to help.

There's no need.
I mean it.

The war is no longer an excuse
for sloppy presentation.

Oh, very well, I'll ask him,

but only on condition
you go to bed.

(coughs)

(sighs)

Are you too hot
in that, m'lady?

We still have time
to change.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

So, what do we do next?

God knows.

This is what comes
of spoiling her.

The mad clothes, the nursing.
What were we thinking of?

That's not fair.

She's a wonderful nurse
and she's worked very hard.

But in the process,
she's forgotten who she is.

Has she, Robert?

Or have we overlooked
who she really is?

If you're turning American
on me, I'll go downstairs.

(sighs)

Mr. Carson likes to serve
two white wines,

which you should open and decant
just before they eat.

A light one
for the hors d'oeuvres,

then a heavier one
with the soup.

Keep that going for the fish
and then change to claret,

which you should really
decant now.

There's a pudding wine
and, after that,

whatever they want in the
drawing room with their coffee.

Blimey, it's a wonder
they make it up the stairs.

They don't drink
much of any of it.

Now, let me show you
the decanters.

These four...

So I don't have to receive
that terrible man again?

It won't be necessary.

They'll meet Ethel here,
but then...

Should you be downstairs,
m'lady?

Oh, I'm perfectly
all right, thank you.

Why Molesley?

I could have done it.

But you always make a mountain
out of not being a servant.

I'm just trying
to be helpful.

I'm afraid "being helpful"

is not something
we associate you with.

It's wonderful what fear can do
to the human spirit.

Are you quite right,
Mr. Molesley?

Yes, I just want to be
absolutely sure

that this is
the lighter wine.

What does it matter,
as long as it's white?

No.

I believe in starting
the way you mean to go on.

I don't want to get off
on the wrong foot.

I'm glad you're here,
Sybil dear.

I was afraid you'd have
a tray in your room.

Maybe you should have done.

Why?

I'm not eloping

like a thief in the night.

I might have once, but Mary
and Edith talked me out of it.

VIOLET:
Oh?

The plot thickens.

After all, Sybil's had enough
time to think about it...

MATTHEW:
Mother!

It is not for us
to have an opinion.

(glasses clinking)

Mr. Molesley,
are you quite well?

I'm all right.

Thank you, sir.
I don't believe you are.

The awful truth is,
I'm not quite all right,

and I'm afraid I'm going
to ask you to excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like us to call
Dr. Clarkson?

Not now, darling,
it's too late.

He's coming anyway, your
lordship, for Mr. Carson.

I'll bring him up
when he arrives.

I can sleep in my dressing room.

Oh, I'm glad I've got you.

Aren't you serving?

They're on the main course,
so I can spare a moment.

I've been thinking and, um,

I have to say something

that you won't agree with.

We're going to get married.

Don't be silly, we can't.

Not now.
You're not listening.

You're going to Ripon
tomorrow afternoon

to take out a special license--

I don't care how much
it costs-- and fix a day.

We'll tell no one.

But this you will do.
I can't.

Aren't I as strong
as Lady Sybil?

I don't doubt that.

Well, then, if she can do it,
so can we.

That's what I've
been thinking.

I have stuck by you,
through thick and thin.

Thin and thin, more like.

Mr. Bates, if we have
to face this,

then we will face it
as husband and wife.

I will not be moved
to the sidelines

to watch how you fare
from a distance,

with no right even
to be kept informed.

I will be your next of kin,
and you can't deny me that.

JANE:
Anna!

You'd better come, quick!

(groans)

Mr. Molesley,
what's happened?

Haven't you taken
that in, yet?

I'm not well.

I'm not well at all.

First Mr. Carson, then her
ladyship, and now him.

Help him down
to the servants' hall.

The doctor can take a look at
him, too, when he gets here.

ISOBEL:
Dr. Clarkson says
he's got ten cases already.

Ah, I thought Molesley had
joined the Temperance League.

I'm afraid he's been
taken ill, m'lord.

I am sorry.

Molesley, too?

Good heavens, everyone's
falling like ninepins.

MARY:
Lavinia?

Do you know, I'm not
at all well, either.

I wonder if I could
lie down for a minute?

Of course.

Come to my room.

They'll have
lit the fire by now.

Excuse me.

ISOBEL:
Do you think we should
take her home?

No, let her rest for a moment.

Well, I think I should go
and help.

Wasn't there a masked ball in
Paris when cholera broke out?

Half the guests were dead
before they left the ballroom.

Thank you, Mama.

That's cheered us up no end.

I'll take you
to Mr. Carson now.

And then to see Mr. Molesley
in the servants' hall.

Dr. Clarkson,
you're kind to come.

How is she?

Not too bad, I'd say.

Though she'll need some nursing
for a day or two.

Oh, don't worry
about that.

All our daughters
are professionals.

Let's leave her
to get some rest.

Miss Swire may be
another victim.

But she's sleeping now,
so I don't want to disturb her.

When she wakes, give her some
aspirin and cinnamon in milk

and keep her here.

I'll look at her in the morning.

I'd better go to Carson.

I'll come, too.

(music playing from gramophone)

WOMAN:
* Please don't be offended
if I preach to you a while *

* Tears are out of place in eyes
that were meant to smile *

* There's a way to make your
very biggest troubles small *

* Here's the happy secret...

Where is everyone?

I'm not sure.

Cousin Violet's gone home.

What about you?

I'm waiting for Lavinia
and Mother.

Dr. Clarkson wants
Lavinia to stay here.

He'll see her tomorrow.

I don't know this one.

Actually, I rather like it.

I think it was in a show
that flopped,

Zip Goes a Million,
or something.

* ...and so the right thing
to do *

* Is make it shine for you...

Can you manage
without your stick?

You are my stick.

We were a show
that flopped.

Oh, God, Mary...

I am so, so sorry.

Do you know how sorry I am?

Don't be.

It wasn't anyone's fault,
or if it was, it was mine.

You know Cousin Violet came
to me and told me to marry you?

When was this?

A while ago.

When we knew I would walk again.

Classic Granny.

What did you say?

That I couldn't accept
Lavinia's sacrifice of her life,

her children, her future

and then give her the brush-off
when I was well again.

Well, I couldn't, could I?

Of course not.

However much I might want to.

Absolutely not.

LAVINIA:
Hello?

MATTHEW:
What are you doing up?

Shouldn't we
be getting back?

MARY:
It's decided.

You're staying here.

Dr. Clarkson's coming
in the morning

so he can treat
all of you together.

You can borrow some things

until Matthew brings you
what you need.

I'll go and organize a room.

How do you feel?

Like a nuisance.

You could never be that.

I mean it, Matthew.

Don't ever let me
be a nuisance.

Don't ever let me
get in the way.

Please.

I'll sleep on a chair
in her room.

Oh no, there's
no need for that.

O'BRIEN:
I don't mind.

I'd like to be on hand.

So we're quite
the hospital again.

You'll probably gain some more
patients over the next few...

(Molesley exhales, sniffs)

But you don't need
to worry about Molesley.

He'll be fine in the morning.

Oh?

The others have Spanish flu.

He's just drunk.

Oh, did you want
Mr. Bates, m'lord?

I forgot to say I want
to be woken early.

Well, I can tell him that.

Freddie got into Ripon Grammar.

So whatever you said,
it worked.

Marvelous.

Some good news at last.

I hate to hear you
talk like that.

I'm sorry, that was
selfish of me

to spoil your happy moment.

You need never say sorry to me.

How are you?

Really?

Since you ask, I'm wretched.

I lost my youngest child today,
I suspect forever,

and I can't see any
way around it.

I wish you knew how much
I want to help.

Do you?

I think you know I do.

I'll see if I can
get up tomorrow.

Don't be foolish.
You're ill, and in all
probability

you are going to be a lot iller
in the morning.

But how will you manage?

And what about the wedding?

I'm not sure there'll
even be a wedding.

But, either way,
I won't burden you with it.

Well, perhaps Mr. Molesley could
come on a permanent basis

until I'm better.

I doubt that's the solution,
Mr. Carson.

Neither my patience
nor his liver could stand it.

(knock on door)

Who is it?

I'm sorry, m'lord.

We never settled the time
you wanted to be woken.

Early, I think,
with everyone ill.

Seven.

I'll breakfast
at half past.

Very good, m'lord.

Good night.

This isn't fair.

I'm placing you
in an impossible situation.

I want to be with you.

Let me.

I see.

You don't want me now.

I want you with
every fiber of my being.

But it isn't fair to you,
it isn't fair to anyone.

I wish I were different, I wish
everything were different.

I don't want you different.

I like you the way you are.

Thank you for that.

I will cherish it.

Truly.

What can I bring to help?

Ice, to bring her
temperature down.

MARY:
Mrs. Hughes...

Sir Richard telephoned
this morning.

He's coming down to help.

I wonder if you could have
some rooms made ready

for him and his valet,
and tell Mrs. Patmore.

Very good, m'lady.

BRANSON:
But I don't accept that
I am ruining her life,

nor that I'm cutting her off
from her family.

If you want to cut her off,
that's your decision.

But how will you look after her?

How can you hope
to provide for her?

With respect, m'lord,

you seem to think that
she can only be happy

in some version
of Downton Abbey

when it's obvious that
if she wanted that life,

she would not be marrying me.

Very well.

I'd hoped to avoid this,
but I see that I can't.

How much will you take
to leave us in peace?

What?

You must have doubts.

You said your own mother
thinks you foolish.

Yes, she does.

Then yield to those doubts

and take enough to make
a new life back in Ireland.

I'll be generous if we can bring
this nonsense to an end.

I see.

You know your trouble, m'lord?

You're like all of your kind.

You think you have
the monopoly of honor.

Doesn't it occur to you
that I might believe

the best guarantee of Sybil's
happiness lies with me?

Well, if you're not prepared
to listen to reason...

I'm not prepared
to listen to insults.

Then I will bid you a good day.

And I want you
to leave the village.

Even though she'll come to me
the moment I call?

Do you really want me
to leave now,

when I will take her with me
that same hour?

Ah, there you are.

Dr. Clarkson's here.

Cora is not at all well.

Sybil and Edith are with her.

Mary's gone to meet
Sir Richard from the train.

What's he come for?

I gather he wants
to be useful.

I don't see how.

M'lord, we're
two more maids down.

I hope you can forgive
some catch-as-catch-can
in the days ahead.

Which maids? Not Jane?

No, m'lord, not Jane.

Thank you.

What are they doing?

Decorations for the wedding.

It still hasn't been canceled.

Until it is, they have
to prepare for it.

MRS. HUGHES:
If Anna or Jane appear,

tell them to come and help me
do the room for Sir Richard.

I'll be in Armada.

I can help you
with the bedroom,

then I'll sort out
a room for his man

and I'll serve at dinner.

But I've no money
to pay you.

Call it rent.

The awful truth is,

the wedding
simply cannot go ahead.

Oh, don't say that.

I must.

Dr. Clarkson says you'll
be groggy for at least a week,

maybe even longer.

We have to face the facts.

What about my father?

Well, Matthew
can telephone him.

He can't come here
while everyone's ill.

He has a weak chest
and mustn't take the risk.

All right, well, I suppose
we have made a decision, then.

To delay.

I don't think we've got
any choice.

No, I'm afraid we don't.

Well, at least she doesn't
seem too serious.

No, no.

I'd say she's been lucky.

But I am terribly sorry
about the wedding.

These things are
sent to try us.

Why didn't anyone tell me
she was like this?

She took a turn for the worse
about half an hour ago.

Where were you?

Out.

I went for a walk.

(wheezing)

There we are, m'lady.

O'BRIEN:
That's better,
isn't it?

She's been with
her all night.

O'Brien, you must
have a rest.

Not just now, m'lord,
if you don't mind.

I want to see her

through the worst,
if I can.

Now I'll just make
this cooler for you.

How is she really?

Tell me the truth.

I can't yet.

Dr. Clarkson says we will
know more in a few hours.

God Almighty,
how can this be?

My whole life gone over a cliff
in the course of a single day.

(bell jingles)

Take care of that,
thank you.

How are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Her ladyship's worse.

I'm sorry.

Jane said you wanted to see me.

It was only to say
I've booked the registrar.

When for?

He's had a cancellation.

So it's...
it's Friday afternoon.

This Friday?

Ethel, what are
you doing here?

Those Bryants
have turned up again.

That's what.

I'll find Mrs. Hughes
and come back for you.

I hope I haven't
kept you waiting.

No, no.

I'm afraid we have
illness in the house,

so I hope you can excuse
Lord and Lady Grantham.

It's not them
we've come to see, is it?

Is she here?

She's just coming now.

May I meet him properly?

Come along, Charlie.

This nice lady

is your grandmother.

Perhaps you could
call me Gran.

He's a stout
little chap, isn't he?

And so like Charles.

I thought it when
we were last here.

I know what was said at the time

and Mr. Bryant's
sorry for it now,

but I could see
he was just like Charles.

Never mind all that.

Let's get down to business.

Business?

That's what you want
from us, isn't it?

To find out what we mean to do

for little Charlie
in the future?

What do you mean she might die?

What do you think happens
with a fatal illness?

The fairies come?

By heaven, if anything
happens to her

it won't be your fault,
Miss O'Brien.

I've never seen such care.

I wish I could talk to her,
that's all,

but she doesn't
know me.

I'm sure she knows how hard
you've worked for her.

It's not that.

There's something
I need...

Never mind.

Either I will
or I won't.

You never know
people, do you?

You can work with them
for 20 years,

but you don't
know them at all.

What?

You mean give him up?

Never see him again?

Those are my terms.

But would it hurt if
Ethel were to care for him

in your own house?

She could be his nurse.

That might be poss...

Of course she can't
be his nurse!

Just think for a minute!

We mean to bring him up
as a gentleman,

send him to Harrow,
say, and Oxford.

And all the while his mother's
down in the servants' hall?

How does that work?

Well, I... I could...

No, no, don't you see?

We want to raise him
as our grandson,

not as a housemaid's bastard.

Well, he has to know
the truth sometime.

Maybe, but not for a long time.

Till then, his father had a
wartime marriage until he died

and his mother succumbed
to Spanish flu.

A lot of people have.

We've quite a few upstairs.

And that, for many years
at least,

is all that Charlie
will be told.

So I'm just to be written out?

Painted over? Buried?

What matters is what's good
for Charlie.

No, what's good for Charlie
and what's good for you!

You've got a heart,
I know you have.

You see what he's asking?

Ethel, consider this.

In the world as it is,

compare the two futures,
the first as my heir--

educated, privileged, rich,

able to do what he wants,
to marry whom he likes;

the second, as the bastard...

I think we've heard enough
of that word for one day.

Very well.

As the nameless offshoot
of a drudge.

You're his mother.

Which would you
choose for him?

Suppose I could be his nurse
and never tell him who I am?

Suppose I promise that?

Surely...

Come on!

We all know that's a promise
you could never keep.

ANNA:
I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes.

We must send for the doctor
to come at once.

Her ladyship's much worse.

I'm afraid...

You go where you're needed.
We've had our say.

And you know how to reach us
when you've made your decision.

Come along, Daphne.

O'Brien?

Is that you, O'Brien?

Yes, m'lady.

It's me, m'lady.

You're so good to me.

You've always been
so good to me.

Not always, m'lady.

So good.

No.

And the fact is, I want to ask
so much for your forgiveness,

because I did something once
which I bitterly regret.

Bitterly.

And if you could only know
how much...

So very good.

How is she?

She slept and
she seemed better,

then suddenly
the fever came back.

O'Brien, thank you for the way
you've looked after her.

I mean it.

I'm very grateful...

whatever comes.

What a marathon,
but I think I got them all.

Everyone sends love.

I've told your father
I'll telegraph him

as soon as it's safe
for him to come.

But not before.

Well, I don't think
I should leave you alone.

But if you don't tell...

I've been thinking about the
date for the re-match and...

What is it?

I wonder if we haven't
been rather lucky.

I think we've both
been very lucky.

That we've been given
a second chance.

A second chance at what?

To be quite, quite sure
about what we're doing.

Darling, what can you mean?

The thing is...

I might as well say it.

When I came downstairs
and you and Mary were dancing,

I heard what you said

and I saw what you did.

Oh, but that was...

No, it's not that
I'm in a rage and a fury.

In fact, I think it's noble of
you to want to keep your word

when things have changed.

But I'm not sure it would be
right for me to hold you to it.

Lavinia, I can explain...

No, listen.

I've had lots of time
to think about it.

I love you very, very much.

And I've wanted to marry you
from the first moment I saw you.

All that is true.

But I didn't really know
what I was taking on.

It's not in me to be
queen of the county.

I'm a little person,
an ordinary person,

and when I saw you and Mary
together, I thought

how fine, how right
you looked together.

I don't want to hear this.

But you must.

Because it isn't a sudden thing.

I was starting to worry
and then, when you were wounded,

I thought it was my calling to
look after you and care for you.

And I don't think Mary
would have done that

quite as well as me, really.

No, not nearly as well.

I do have some self-worth.

Just not enough to make you
marry the wrong person.

What you're saying is pointless.

Mary is marrying somebody else.

Is she?

We'll see.

I won't let you do this.

You will.

But we won't fight about it now.

In fact, I'm tired.

Can I rest for a bit?

We'll talk later.

Of course.

It's good of you to come,

but I don't really see
what you can do.

I just thought
I'd better do my bit.

You say the chauffeur's gone,
so I could always drive the car.

Preferably over
the chauffeur.

Your father's not having
an easy time of it.

How's Lady Grantham?

Not well.

Clarkson's with her now.

And Miss Swire?

Oh, she's...

Is that why you've come?

Because I said Lavinia
had been taken ill?

I was coming up anyway,
in a day or two,

for the wedding.

Well, she won't be getting
married on Saturday,

which I suppose is what
you'd like best.

But she's not seriously ill?

I see what was worrying you.

If Lavinia had been carried off,

you wanted to be here
to stop Matthew

from falling into my arms
on a tidal wave of grief.

It's a tricky disease.

(door opens)

His lordship's asking
for you, m'lady.

I think we should aim
at a sort of buffet dinner.

Then they can run in and out
as it suits them.

I'm sorry to make
extra work.

Never mind that.

At times like these,
we must all pull together.

Oh, this arrived
in the afternoon post, Daisy.

Tea for Sir Richard
in the drawing room.

Well, I'm glad to know
he's here to help.

I can do it.

You're very obliging,
Thomas.

I can take some up
to Mr. Carson, if you'd like.

MRS. PATMORE:
Is that from your Mr. Mason?

He's not mine.

What does he say?

He just says again
we should talk about William.

He wants me to go to his farm.

Oh, poor man.

Will you not visit him?

I'm not going to any farm.

You're all
he's got, Daisy.

Well, then he's got nobody,
because he hasn't got me.

Oh, I'm sorry, m'lady.

I didn't think you'd want
to change tonight.

I don't.

I just need a handkerchief.

How's her ladyship?

Not good, I'm afraid.

What is it?

I don't mean
to bother you, m'lady.

Go on.

Can you keep a secret?

Well, I know you can.

You see, Mr. Bates and I
had a plan to get married

this coming Friday.

What?

He's worried the police
haven't finished with him

and if he's right,

then I'm not going through it

with no proper place
in his life.

Well, that's a very
brave decision.

Or a very stupid one.

But anyway, with her
ladyship ill now

and half the servants
on their backs,

and everybody
working flat out...

Where is the marriage to be?

Just in the
register office in Ripon.

It wouldn't take long, but...

Go.
I'll cover
for you.

We're all here,

and you won't help Mama
by changing your plans.

You'd better come.
She's worse.

I've given her
the epinephrine.

Doctor!

(wheezing)

Oh, no!

What does that mean?

CLARKSON;
It's a hemorrhage
of the mucous membranes.

It's... it's not unusual.

(retching)

It's all right, m'lady, don't
worry, don't worry a bit.

Everything's going
to be all right.

Everything is clearly
not all right.

How bad is it?

If she lasts through the night,
she'll live.

What about the others?

Come with me.

I'll be back shortly.

I've given some medicine
to Mrs. Hughes.

She'll bring it up later.

I gather her ladyship

is not improving.

Well...
we'll know more tomorrow.

And Miss Swire?

Not too bad, I think.

I'll go to her when I've seen
the rest of the servants.

(knock on door)

- Ah.
- Thank you, sir.

Here we are, Mr. Carson.

Now...

have you got
everything you need?

M'lady.

I want, I want to thank you
for coming up, m'lady.

Not at all.

No, no, I mean it.

I know I've been
a disappointment to you.

Maybe.

But I've relied on your support
for too long

to do without it entirely.

You'll always have
my support, m'lady.

And you mine.

On which subject, I should
be careful of Thomas.

Oh, I don't know
how to get rid of him,

after all this.

But I doubt he'll want to stay
a footman forever.

So, watch out.

You look very smart, Thomas.

Well, I still had
the shirt m'lady,

and I found my livery
in the cupboard.

So I thought, "Why not?"

I have a place for you here.

ISOBEL:
How is Lavinia?

All right, I think.

The illness has made her
rather confused.

What do you mean?

SYBIL:
Matthew! Mary!

Is it Mama?

That's what's so...

It's Lavinia.

Let him go to her.

Let him be with her.

Surely you owe her that.

ISOBEL:
What happened?

This is how
I found her.

It's bad, I'm afraid.
Very bad.

The worst.

I don't understand; when I was
with her she was talking.

She was fine.

It's a strange disease
with sudden, savage changes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Well, what can I do?

Could I talk to her?

Yes, of course.

My darling, can you hear me?

It's me.
It's Matthew.

LAVINIA:
Matthew?

I'm so glad you're here.

Of course I'm here, my darling.

Where else would I be?

Isn't this better?

Really?

I don't understand you.

You won't have to make
our decision.

Be happy,

for my sake.

Promise me.

It's all I want for you.

Remember that.

That's all I want.

But I can't be happy.

Not without you.

How could I be happy?

What are you doing?

They were put up
for the wedding, Mr. Crawley.

My dear chap,

I cannot find the words
to say how sorry I am.

How is Cousin Cora?

Much better.

Thank you.

I'm glad to hear it.

I came up to see if there's
anything I need to do.

We've taken care of all that.

As you know,
we always use Grassby's.

Of course.

Travis has suggested Monday
for the funeral.

To give people time to get here.

It'll be in tomorrow's paper.

It's very kind of you.

I know Mary
wanted to see you...

No.

I mean, I don't really
want to see anyone.

Not yet.

Now I know everything's
settled, I'll go back.

When you speak to her father,
do ask him to stay here.

Thank you.

He'll be very grateful.

Just tell me what you want me
to do and I'll do it.

Are you feeling more yourself?

A bit.

I still can't get over it.

I hope you'll not pretend
you liked her now.

I didn't want her here,
Mrs. Hughes, I'll admit,

but I had no objection to her
being happy somewhere else.

A sight to gladden my heart.

Is it?
I hope it is.

You gave us quite a fright.

They told me about Lavinia.

The funeral is on Monday.

I'd like to go if I can.

We're all right,

aren't we, Robert?

Of course we are.

Only I know I got so caught up
in everything,

I think I neglected you.

And if I did, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.

Ethel?!

Whatever are you doing here
at this time of night?

I said I'd be back with
my answer, and here I am.

You know we're a house
in mourning?

Yes.

And I'm sorry,

but if anything it's made
my mind up for me.

Life is short, and what's
my life without Charlie?

They're not having him.

As long as you're sure.

They say they can
do better for him,

but what's better
than his mother's love?

Answer me that.

I'll write and tell them.

You agree with me though,
don't you?

My opinion has no place in this.

REGISTRAR:
I, John Bates.

BATES:
I, John Bates.

REGISTRAR:
Take thee, Anna May Smith.

BATES:
Take thee, Anna May Smith.

REGISTRAR:
To be my wedded wife.

BATES:
To be my wedded wife.

REGISTRAR:
I, Anna May Smith.

I, Anna May Smith.

Take thee, John Bates.

Take thee, John Bates.

To be my wedded husband.

To be my wedded husband.

And now the ring.

With this ring,
I plight thee my troth.

With this ring,
I plight thee my troth.

REGISTRAR:
As a symbol of all
we have promised.

BATES:
As a symbol of all
we have promised.

REGISTRAR:
And all that we share.

And all that we share.

REGISTRAR:
It therefore gives me
great pleasure to say

you are now husband
and wife together.

You rang, m'lord.

I keep forgetting Carson's ill.

Mrs. Hughes says
he's much better.

I really want Bates.

He'd gone out earlier.

He's in the dressing room.

He went up
with your evening shirt.

Golly, is that the time?

Actually, can you
stay a moment?

I was trying to think
how to contrive a meeting,

and here you are.

You see...

I'm glad Lady Grantham's better.

Truly.

And don't worry.

There's no harm done.

No harm done yet.

I'm almost packed and
I've given in my notice.

This is the name and address
of my man of business.

Why?

You don't owe me anything.

It's not for you.

It's for Freddie.

Let me give him
a start in life.

I'm not sure.
It would make me very happy.

If I thought that,
then I'd take it gladly.

Will you be happy?

Really?

I have no right to be unhappy,
which is almost the same.

Almost.

Not quite.

Can I kiss you before I go?

The secret Mrs. Bates.

We will tell everyone,

but I thought we should
leave it for a while,

at least till after
the funeral, anyway.

You'll have to control
yourselves.

Well, we've had
enough practice.

Come with me.

Smuggle Bates in here when
everyone has gone to bed.

And for heaven's sake, make sure
he gets the right room.

I don't know what to say,
m'lady.

Who did all this?

Jane.

I told her.
She said it would be
her leaving present.

You can stay all night.

She won't tell.

M'lady, thank you
very, very much.

(clears throat)

Are you sure you should
be up, Mr. Carson?

I wanted to check the silver
before tomorrow.

I think I've cleaned all
the pieces we might need.

We'll get everything ready
the moment breakfast is over.

Thank you for the way you've
kept it all going, Thomas.

I wish I knew how
to express my gratitude.

You'll find a way, Mr. Carson.

I think that's everything
we owe.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm sorry
you're going, Jane.

You're a good worker.

I wish you well.

I'm sorry, too, Mrs. Hughes.

But in the end,
I think it's for the best.

For everyone.

When all is said and done,
my dear, you may be right.

Well, Mrs. Bates...

you've had your way with me.

(laughing)

I just hope you don't
live to regret it.

I couldn't regret it,
no matter what comes.

I know only that I am now
who I was meant to be.

I'm not worthy of you,
that's all I know,

and they'll call me names for
pulling you into my troubles.

Mr. Bates, we've waited
long enough to be together,

you and I, and now that
we're man and wife,

can we let that be enough,
just for this one night?

PRIEST:
Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the
resurrection to eternal life

through our
Lord Jesus Christ,

who shall change
our vile body

that it may be like
unto His glorious body

according to the mighty working

whereby He is able to subdue
all things to Himself.

Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

MARY:
Would you give me a moment?

CARLISLE:
I understand.

MRS. HUGHES:
We'd better get moving
if we're to be back there

before they arrive.

ANNA:
Mrs. Patmore and Thomas
will go ahead in the trap.

They'll sort it out
between them.

Hmm, I've no doubt Thomas
will have everything sorted out.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes,

but it's no good thinking
that we'll get shot of him now.

Why doesn't that come
as a surprise?

I've been hoping I might
meet you here one day.

I expect you'll come
as often as I try to do.

It was a funeral.

Of a lady that was going
to marry Mr. Crawley.

I heard about that.

There's nothing so wrong
as when young folks die.

Nay.

You needn't hide
your tears from me, love.

It does me good to see
how much you loved him.

It does.

You must tell me if
there's anything I can do.

Anything at all.

Thank you,
but I don't think so.

That night, when we were dancing
and Lavinia came downstairs,

she heard, she...

she saw everything.

How terrible for her.

I'm so sorry.

Because of what she saw,

she thought we should
cancel the wedding.

That I belonged with you,
not with her.

She gave up because of us.

She said to me when she was
dying, "Isn't this better?"

I know it's a cliché, but...

I believe she died
of a broken heart

because of that kiss.

And we were the ones
who killed her.

Oh, Matthew.

We could never be happy now,
don't you see?

We're cursed, you and I,

and there's nothing
to be done about it.

Let's be strong, Mary.

And let's accept
that this is the end.

Of course it's the end.

How could it not be?

I am so very sorry
about this.

Thank you.

Can I walk you up
to the house, or...

Certainly you can.

I want you to.

It's so sad.

Why are you here?

To pay my respects to
Miss Swire and to see Sybil.

Lady Sybil.

Oh, Papa, what's the point
in all that nonsense?

I suppose you'll go
to Dublin now.

Isn't that your plan?

In a day or two.

Mama is well again,
and I see no reason to delay.

Although I do so wish we
could have parted friends.

What about you?

Do you want
to part friends?

I do.

Although I don't
expect to.

All right.

What?

Well, if I can't stop you,
I see no profit in a quarrel.

You'll have a very
different life

from the one you might
have lived.

But if you're sure
it's what you want...

I am.

Then you may take my blessing
with you, whatever that means.

Oh, Papa, it means
more than anything.

More than anything!

If you mistreat her,

I will personally have you
torn to pieces by wild dogs.

I'd expect no less.

Will you come over
for the wedding?

We'll see.

We'll talk about that later.

And there'll be some money.

But not much.

So, you've given in?

She would have gone anyway.

And perhaps we should let
Lavinia's last gift to us

be a reminder
of what really matters.

Of course you'll think
that's soft.

Well, not at all.

The aristocracy has not
survived by its intransigence.

No, no.

We must work with what we've
got, to minimize the scandal.

But what have we got
to work with?

Well, you'd be surprised.

He's political,
isn't he?

And a writer?

Well, I could make
something out of that.

And there's a family
called Branson

with a place
not far from Cork.

I believe they have
a connection with the Howards.

Well, surely we can
hitch him on to them?

Mr. Bates.

Are you all right,
Mrs. Patmore?

I'm all right.

There are two men waiting
for you in the servants' hall.

Are you looking for me?

John Bates?

Yes.

You are under arrest on
the charge of willful murder.

You are not obliged
to say anything

unless you desire to do so.

Whatever you say will be
taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence
against you upon your trial.

I understand.

No, no.

Please, do whatever
is required.

I love you.

And I love you.

For richer, for poorer,
for better, for worse.

Come along, sir.