All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S03E04.Episode.4.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(indistinct chatter)

Nothing for me, Mr. Carson?

No, Anna.

Once again, I'm afraid
there's nothing for you.

Come on.

I've got enough on my plate,
without going into every detail.

You're co-owner
of this estate.

You have to get
into the detail.

Not to challenge Robert, surely?

You won't have any reason to.

But you have
to pull your weight.

That's all I'm saying.

How is Bates?

I've not seen him
for a while, sir.

Oh?

Why is that?

I'm not quite sure, sir.

They've stopped
all his visitors.

Has he given you
a reason?

Well, he's not written
in quite some time now.

And you don't know why?

No, but I'm certain I will
before too long.

(knocking)

(door opening)

Mrs. Crawley?

How may I help?

I'm sorry to push in
on you again,

but I didn't have time
to come down before dinner

and now we're
on our way home.

Oh.

Mrs. Hughes, you know I went
to see Ethel Parks?

I do, ma'am.

Well, she wouldn't
speak to me then

but she has since
sought me out

and asked me to deliver
this letter into your hands.

When we last spoke of her,

you seemed to think
she'd fallen into bad ways.

I'm afraid that's the case.

She has been working
as a prostitute.

My, my.

That's not a word you hear
in this house every day.

No, but I think
it also serves to show

the measure
of her misery.

Ethel has been driven to this,
of that I have no doubt.

If only she would allow me
to help her, but she won't.

If this letter
can give you any clue

as to how I might be helpful,
please let me know.

I will, ma'am.

Your sentiments do you credit,

but I suspect

she will be too ashamed
to face how far she's fallen.

Good night.

Good night,
Mrs. Crawley.

So am I to answer
to you both?

Of course not.

What Lord Grantham
means is that

I have made an investment
in the estate.

That is all.

Otherwise nothing has changed.

Very good.

And can we bring the staff
back up to snuff?

I believe we can.

Mrs. Hughes is short
of a housemaid,

Mrs. Patmore wants
a kitchen maid

and I need a new footman.

Do you really?

I sometimes feel the world

is rather different
than it was before the war.

I see.

I would like to return
to my duties as a butler, sir.

But if you prefer
that I continue to do the work

of a second footman
in addition...

Mr. Crawley does not
mean that at all.

Do you?

Certainly not.

Well, that is good news.

I suppose it's too late
to get into shape

before the dinner
for the Archbishop of York,

but it'll be the last time
you'll have to fudge it.

I will do my best
for the Archbishop,

with an added spring
in my step.

MATTHEW:
Why don't you have
breakfast in bed?

Because I'm not
married.

Yes, but now that ...

Now that both of the others are,
what difference would it make?

You know what I mean.

I prefer to be up and about.

Tennessee is going
to ratify

the 19th amendment.

Meaning?

All American women
will have the vote.

Which is more than they do here.

Well, they almost do.

I don't have the vote.

I'm not over 30
and I'm not a householder.

It's ridiculous.

You should write to The Times.

Maybe I will.

Ask your mother if she needs
any help with tonight's dinner.

There's nothing so toffee-nosed
as a Prince of the Church,

so make sure you put him
next to your grandmother.

She'll know how
to handle him.

(sighing)

Oh Anna, you'll be happy
to hear that,

as soon as we take on
a new housemaid,

you will be a lady's maid
to Lady Mary, at last.

That's nice, Mr. Carson,
thank you.

I thought you'd be
more pleased.

No, I am pleased.

Really, I'm ...

I've just got a lot on my mind.

Sorry.

CARSON:
I have also advertised
for a new footman.

O'BRIEN:
He'll be second footman,

won't he?

As to that, I will make
no pronouncements at this stage.

Try to find a man with something
about him, Mr. Carson.

I don't like to feel
the house

isn't being properly
represented.

Is that aimed at me?

If the cap fits, wear it.

CARSON:
You're very quiet.

You'll never guess what.

I've had a letter from Ethel.

She wants to meet me,
but she won't come here.

What for?

And why not?

I think she'd be uncomfortable.

Why, particularly?

Never you mind.

I think I'll ask Mrs. Crawley
if we can meet there.

Heaven knows what Ethel
wants of us this time.

MATTHEW:
Cora said you were
looking for me.

Yes.

I've stolen the nursery
as a sitting room for us,

and this is the paper.

Unless you hate it.

Oh.

Is that all?

Why?

What did you think it was?

Cora said you'd been
to the doctor earlier.

I wondered why.

To find something
for my hay fever.

And what will we use
for a day nursery,

should the need arise?

I think we can worry about that
a little further down the line.

Oh.

Thank you, my dear,
that's very kind.

How much do I owe you?

A guinea.

(cork popping)

A guinea?

For a bottle of scent?

Did he have a mask and a gun?

(chuckles lightly)

How are you?

All right, I suppose.

Yes, I worry about you.

That sort of thing is so horrid.

Being jilted at the altar?

Yes, it is horrid.

Multiplied by about
ten thousand million.

Oh, you must keep busy.

What with?

There's nothing to do
at the house

except when we entertain.

Well, there must be something
you could put your mind to.

Like what?

Gardening?

Well, no, you can't be
as desperate as that.

Then what?

Edith dear,
you are a woman

with a brain
and reasonable ability.

Stop whining

and find something to do!

(sighing)

MRS. HUGHES:
I'm going out, Anna.

I've told Mrs. Patmore,

and I think everything's
under control for tonight,

but...

What's the matter?

Nothing.

Except...

Well, I haven't had a letter
from Mr. Bates in weeks.

I worry...

I worry that he's being gallant
and trying to set me free,

if he wants me to make
a new life without him.

I doubt it very much.

Then why would he
be silent like this?

And stop me visiting?

Obviously I don't know why,

but I do know there'll be
a good reason.

Do you really think so?

I'd swear to it.

DENT:
They know you tricked them.

Who knows what?

DENT:
That Mr. Durrant's
a dealer on the outside.

What's that to do with me?

He's working
for your cellmate.

All I know is that
you punched Craig,

so they set you up,

but you hid the stuff
they'd planted

and turned the tables on them.

Now they're angry.

And what can they do?

I'll tell you what
they start by doing.

Durrant's reported you
to the Governor for violence.

You're officially
a dangerous prisoner.

The Governor
won't fall for that.

No?

So when was the last time
your wife came to visit, eh?

How many letters
have you received lately?

(chuckling)

Thank God.

What a relief.

I thought she'd given up on me.

Don't thank God

until you know what else
they've got in store for you.

Stop talking!

Go on, then.

Tea spoon.

Egg spoon.

Melon spoon.

Grapefruit spoon.

Jam spoon...

Shall I tell you?

All right.

A bouillon spoon.

But I thought soup spoons
were the same as table spoons.

Ah, and so they are.

But not for bouillon, which is
drunk from a smaller dish.

Off you go now.

I must get on.

You're taking a lot of trouble
with young Alfred,

Mr. Carson.

I feel quite jealous.

I don't know why.

He asked for help.

You never did.

ETHEL:
It's very hard to begin.

Well, find a way,
Ethel.

We all have
lives to lead.

Could you write to the Bryants?

To say I want them
to have Charlie.

We've already
been down this path.

To no avail.

I know.

And I know I said
a mother's love

was worth more
than all they had to give,

but I said it for me,
not for him.

My dear, you mustn't
do anything

until you're
absolutely sure.

Mrs. Hughes said
we all have lives to lead,

but that isn't true.

I've got no life.

I exist, but barely.

Ethel, we all know
the route you've taken.

It's good of you
to have me here.

All I mean is that I work
with others like you

to rebuild their lives.

Can't we work together

to find a way for you
to keep your son?

With his grandparents,

Charlie can build a life that is
whatever he wishes it to be.

With all respect, ma'am,

you and I working together
could never offer him that.

You want me
to write to them again?

But leave it vague.

Say that Ethel would like them

to keep in contact
with their grandson.

I won't change my mind.

Nevertheless,
that's what I'll do.

Then there'll be
no disappointment,

whatever comes.

Now, if you'll forgive me,
we've a big dinner tonight.

Good day, ma'am.

Ethel.

MRS. HUGHES:
Ethel has had a very
hard time of it

since she left us,
Mrs. Bird.

She's had great difficulty
making ends meet.

And we know how
she solved that problem.

Give my regards
to Mr. Molesley.

Until we meet again,
my dear.

Oh, I had a coat.

It's there.

You will help Miss Parks,
please, Mrs. Bird.

Some manners
wouldn't go amiss.

I do not believe

it is part of my duties

to wait on the likes of her.

I'm sorry,
but that's what I feel.

ARCHBISHOP OF YORK:
I don't want to sound
anti-Catholic...

Why not?

I am.

Not in any real way,
I'm sure.

I don't want thumb screws
or the rack,

but there always seems to be
something of Johnny Foreigner

about the Catholics.

(rain pouring)

SYBIL:
I've no time to talk,

but tell them I'm all right.

I'm out of the flat.

They haven't stopped me...

Who hasn't stopped you?

Sybil?

Hello?

What's the matter?

I've just had the most peculiar
conversation with Sybil.

She kept on about being
"out of the flat"

and nobody had
"stopped her," and...

What do you mean
no one had stopped her?

Stopped her from doing what?

That's just it.

I don't know.

She suddenly put down
the telephone.

Dinner is served,
m'lady.

Tell me, Doctor Lang,
do you find that the war

has driven the people
back into the churches

or further away
than ever?

(loud knocking at the door)

"Behold,

I stand at the door
and knock."

Someone sounds very angry.

Or very wet.

Or both.

(knocking continues)

Do you have any luggage, sir?

I barely have the clothes
I stand in.

Where are they?

They're in the...

Tom?

What's happened?
Where's Sybil?

I had to get away
and leave her to follow,

but I'd made all
the arrangements, in case.

She'll be on her way by now.

But why are you here?

And why must she
follow you alone?

I can explain.

There's a dinner going on,

but I'll go and tell them
that you're here.

No, don't.

No one must know.

I'll tell you it all
when they're gone.

(footsteps approaching)

What's the matter?

Tom?

Go upstairs and find
some dry clothes of Matthew's.

I'll come for you
when the coast is clear.

Would you please ask Mrs. Hughes
to sort some food out for him?

Yes, m'lady.

An idiotic man delivering
a village pamphlet.

Can you imagine?

In this weather
and at this time of night?

It's Branson.

He wouldn't come in.

Why not?

Is Sybil with him?

What's going on?

She's not here, but apparently
she's coming soon.

He'll explain
what's happened

when our guest is gone.

Something to look forward to.

Other men have normal families,

with sons-in-law
who farm or preach

or serve their country
in the army.

VIOLET:
Maybe they do,

but no family is ever
what it seems from the outside.

Do you think he's on the run
from the police?

Don't be so daft.

Well, he hadn't got the money
for a taxicab from the station.

Maybe he fancied the walk.

Yes, that's it.

I should think
he loves a night walk

in the pouring rain
without a coat.

What room is he in?

I'll take that,
thank you, Daisy.

So there'll be no more gossip
on that subject tonight.

They turned everyone
out of the castle--

Lord and Lady Drumgoole, their
sons and all the servants--

and then they set fire to it.

What a tragedy.

VIOLET:
Well, yes and no.

That house was hideous.

But, of course,
that is no excuse.

No, it is not.

But what was
your involvement?

Who says I was involved?

Well, you seem to know
a lot about it if you weren't.

And why are you running away?

And what was Sybil's part
in all this?

She's not involved,
not at all.

They think I was part of it.

They think I was one
of the instigators.

So the police are
looking for you?

That's why I couldn't go home.

I knew if they took me,
I wouldn't get a fair hearing.

CORA: You mean
you gave them Sybil

while you saved yourself?

I don't think they'll hold her,
but if they do,

then I'm prepared to go back
and face the consequences.

You damn well better be.

CORA:
You must see
the Home Secretary.

And tell him what?

The police say he was there,

he says he wasn't.

I didn't say I wasn't there.

Why were you?

For the fun of seeing
private property destroyed?

Those places are
different for me.

I don't look at them and see
charm and gracious living.

I see something horrible.

With Drumgoole Castle,
I rather agree.

Mama, you are not helping.

But when I saw them
turned out,

standing there
with their children,

all of them in tears
watching their home burn,

I was sorry.

I admit it.

I don't want their type
to govern Ireland,

I want a free state.

But I was sorry.

Never mind that.

What's happened to Sybil?

We agreed that
I should leave at once

and that she'd close the flat
and follow.

But I got the last boat,

so she won't be here
before tomorrow.

Good God Almighty!

You abandon a pregnant woman

in a land
that's not her own!

You leave her
to shift for herself

while you run for it!

CORA:
You have to go
to London, Robert.

For Sybil's sake
if not for his,

you have to see Mr. Shortt.

I don't have to do anything!

I never meant...

Go to bed!

I'll give you my answer
in the morning.

(crying)

Of course she married
beneath her.

MRS. PATMORE:
And who are you then,

a Hapsburg archduke?

O'BRIEN:
What if he has
to go to prison?

What then?

That's quite enough of that,
thank you, Miss O'Brien.

Bedtime, I think.

(knocking)

I'm going up.

Good night.

I'll try to keep them quiet,

but to be honest,
I knew it would happen.

I knew he would bring shame
on this house.

It sounds as if he's
on the run from the police,

and for all we know,

Lady Sybil is languishing
in a dungeon

somewhere in Dublin.

Let's wait and see
what the morning brings.

What in God's name is it?

An electric toaster.

I've given it to myself
as a treat.

If it's any good,

I'm going to suggest getting one
for the upstairs breakfasts.

Is it not enough
that we're sheltering

a dangerous revolutionary,
Mrs. Hughes?

Could you not
have spared me that?

Hello?

Can we help you?

I'm here to see Mr. Carson.

Who's this?

Jimmy Kent, at your service.

I'm Mr. Barrow,
his lordship's valet.

And I'm hoping to be
his lordship's footman.

Which is why I'm looking
for Mr. Carson.

MRS. HUGHES:
What's the matter?

Have you all been turned
into pillars of salt?

May I help?

I've come for the interview.

I see.

Well, if you'll wait there.

I want to make it quite clear
that whatever I do,

I am doing it for Sybil
and not for you.

I find your actions despicable,
whatever your beliefs.

You speak of Ireland's suffering
and I do not contradict you.

But Ireland cannot prosper
until this savagery is put away.

That's all very well, Papa, but
you must keep Tom out of prison.

I'll go to London today.

I'll telephone Murray

and ask him to arrange
an interview.

I won't come home
until I've seen Shortt.

Thank you,
I know it's right.

It's right for him.

CORA: And for Sybil
and for this family.

I suppose so.

Let me know if Sybil
gets in touch.

She won't.

She won't want to give them
anything to trace her by.

What a harsh world
you live in.

We all live
in a harsh world.

But at least I know I do.

I see you've been working
for the Dowager Lady Anstruther?

Yes.

But she's closed up the house
and gone to live in France.

She begged me to go with her,

but I didn't fancy it.

I didn't think
I'd like the food.

I see.

She begged you, did she?

You know what women
can be like.

Not, I suspect,
as well as you do.

Right, Charlie,
let's get your hat on.

Look nice and smart.

Be a good boy
for mummy, yeah?

Yeah.

Come on.

MRS. BRYANT:
Thank you for letting us come.

And why have we come?

To hear more guff
about a mother's love?

Mr. Bryant,
that's not fair.

Isn't it?

We know what
you are now, Ethel.

We know how far
you've fallen.

I didn't want to let
Mrs. Bryant

in the same room as you,
but she insisted.

What Mr. Bryant means...

How could you know
about me?

Do you think
it's so difficult

to find out about
a woman like you?

Hah.

I could give you
a list of your clients.

You mean you've
had me followed?

What?

Didn't you think we'd keep
a check on our grandson?

MRS. BRYANT:
We're not judging you...

I'm judging her!

I judge her
and I find her wanting.

Ethel,

we've decided to offer you
some money.

To make things easier.

So that you won't
have to...

Unless you don't want
to give it up.

Well then,
that's very generous,

isn't it, Ethel?

It throws a different
light on things.

(faint clattering)

Oh.

There's Mrs. Bird
with the tea.

Would you like
to help me, Ethel?

Charlie, look what
I've got for you.

A teddy!

That's right.

Do you want
to give him a cuddle?

Should I not
take it in, ma'am?

I can do that.

I'm sure I don't need
your help.

Thank you, Mrs. Bird.

Ethel,

you don't have
to do this.

You have a choice.

You mean I should take money
from that man?

It won't be much.

Enough to keep us from starving,
but not much more.

But even if Charlie doesn't go

to a famous school
or university,

you'll be there
to give him love.

Yet I suppose Mr. Crawley

went to a famous school
and university?

I see.

Thank you, Mrs. Crawley.

(laughter)

When do you want it
to happen?

Tomorrow night.

Not Mr. Durrant?

No.

Any other warder but him.

Tell Turner about it.

He's straight.

But don't tell him
'til the afternoon.

Why are you doing this?

Why are you helping me?

I can't stand Craig.

You do that very neatly,
my dear.

I was trained by Mrs. Hughes.

She was a good worker.

Even though things haven't
gone so well lately.

I hope that you can accept
our offer, Ethel,

and that we can
be friends.

Because we both wish you well,
don't we, dear?

I don't wish you ill,
I'll say that.

I can't accept your offer.

And we won't be friends.

MRS. BRYANT:
What?

Not even
for Charlie's sake?

I think you love my son,
Mr. Bryant.

I don't think you're a nice man
or a kind one,

but I believe
you love my boy.

So you'll be pleased by
what I've come here to say.

Any news while I was out?

No.

Perhaps the Home Secretary
won't see him.

Papa'll pull some strings
until he does.

A-ha, you've started
on the Augean task.

How are you getting on?

Not badly.

I'm beginning to get a sense
of how it all works.

In a way, it's probably best
you tackle it by yourself.

Ah, Carson.

May we please have some tea?

Of course, m'lady.

Anna said you were interviewing
footmen today.

That is correct.

Have you chosen
the lucky winner?

Not yet.

There were two candidates,
when it came down to it.

One was steady
but not much else,

but the ladies downstairs
want the other one.

Why is that?

I don't know precisely.

Unless it's because
he's more handsome.

Of course it's because
he's more handsome.

Oh, do pick him, Carson

and cheer us all up a bit.

Alfred's nice, but he does
look like a puppy

who's been rescued
from a puddle.

CARSON:
Well, this new one seems

very sure of himself.

You can manage that,
can't you?

I suppose I could, sir.

Well, it's settled then.

Tell the maids they can buy
their valentines.

So be it, m'lady.

But Alfred is very good,
you know.

He's very willing.

Even if he is
Miss O'Brien's nephew.

(laughing)

Clearly, nothing worse
could be said of any man.

(laughing)

MRS. BRYANT:
You'll want to say goodbye.

I give you my blessings
for your whole life long,

my darling boy.

Yes.

You won't remember
that or me,

but they'll stay with you
all the same.

Let's not make
a meal of it.

Mommy...

Come on.

I'll write to you.

I'll never see my son again.

Never is a long time, Ethel.

But you were right.

He does love Charlie.

And not just for
his father's sake.

Now I must be going.

I'll say goodbye.

(crying)

You've done
a hard thing today, Ethel.

The hardest thing of all.

You don't agree, do you?

I don't want
to make you doubt

now that it's happened.

You've done the right thing
for the boy, Ethel.

Whatever Mrs. Crawley
may say.

Begging your
pardon, ma'am.

Perhaps you're right.

I am,

until we live in a very
different world from this one.

Well, then.

I should be away.

What chance is there
for a woman like her?

She's taken the road to ruin.

There's no way back.

(door opening)

Stand up.

Against the wall,
the pair of you!

What are you looking for?

Just keep quiet.

Mr. Turner.

Well, well.

A very mysterious package,

I don't think.

Craig,

what do you call this?

I don't know.

I've done nothing.

You'd better
come with us, Craig.

You'll be sorry.

(sighs)

(door opens and closes)

Oh, thank God.

I'm so sorry.

It's all right.

They didn't try to stop me.

But it doesn't mean
they won't come after us.

Unless Papa can persuade them
otherwise.

Tom, how could you have left her
all alone to fend for herself?

It wasn't like that.

We thought
this might happen,

and we'd decided what to do.

The question is, what now?

You mustn't travel any more.

Not before
the baby's born.

But Tom wants it
to be born in Dublin.

He won't hold you to that now.

But won't this be the first
place that they look?

How could you be part of it?

The Drumgooles
are like us.

She came out with me.

She was Laura Dunsany then.

How could you dance
'round her burning house, Tom?

It's horrible.

He didn't dance,
and he isn't dancing now.

(knocking)

Come in.

Telegram for you, m'lady.

Your father's coming home.

He's seen Mr. Shortt.

And what happened?

He doesn't say.

Only that neither of you
is to leave Downton.

You're back.

I am.

Anything happen here?

There's a new footman.

Came today.

How was London?

Quite fun,
as a matter of fact.

Has the firebrand
been saved?

That's not for me to say,
is it, Mr. Molesley?

I'd better take
these upstairs.

You got the job, then?

I'm on my way,
Mr. Barrow.

They say you were
a footman once.

That's right.

So can I come to you if there's
anything I need to know?

Certainly.

Why not?

I can never go back to Ireland?
That's impossible.

If you do,
you'll be put in prison.

It's the best
I could manage.

CORA:
Surely they need proof

to ban a man
from his own country.

They have more proof
than Tom will concede.

SYBIL:
Is that fair?

He's admitted
to being there.

He's told you so himself.

But he did not tell me
that he attended Dublin meetings

where the attacks on the
Anglo-Irish were planned.

I was always against
any personal violence.

I swear it.

Oh, so at least we can sleep
in our beds.

Maybe, but you
were not against

the violent destruction
of property.

I've told you,

the sight of it
was worse than I expected.

So what was the deal
you managed to extract

from the Home Secretary?

They don't want to make
a martyr of him.

And with Sybil,
they think they could have

another Maud Gonne
on their hands,

or Lady Gregory or worse,
if they're not careful.

Lady Gregory,
Countess Markievicz--

why are the Irish rebels
so well born?

Whatever the reason,

I don't want Lady Sybil Branson
to join their ranks.

Mercifully, nor do
the Irish authorities.

If Tom can stay away,
they'll leave him alone.

I can't be kept away
from Ireland.

You'll be arrested the moment
you touch dry land.

Now then, do what
Mr. Carson tells you.

I know what I'm about.

Are you all right, Alfred?

Yes, but shouldn't I be carrying
the pork and Jimmy the veg?

I am first footman.

MRS. PATMORE:
Never mind that.

Up you go.
I think Alfred's right.

Isn't he first footman,
like he says?

That's for Mr. Carson
to decide.

By heck,
it's nice to think

we're running
at full strength again.

Really?

I'm running at full strength
and always have been

with no one
to help me, neither.

All in good time, Daisy.

All in good time.

What do you mean
you wrote to a newspaper?

No lady writes to a newspaper.

What about Lady Sarah Wilson?

She's the daughter of a duke,

and she worked
as a war journalist.

Well, she's a Churchill.

The Churchills
are different.

Have we no Churchill blood?

I think Granny is right.

Can somebody write that down?

CORA:
It's good to have
strong views,

but notoriety
is never helpful.

Well, I've sent it now.

It won't be published.

Thank you for the vote
of confidence, Papa.

This is our
new footman, Mama.

What should we call you?

Jimmy.

James, your ladyship.

This is James.

ROBERT:
Welcome to Downton, James.

Thank you, m'lord.

(clears throat)

MARY:
Well done, Carson.

That must have
cheered up the maids.

He looks like a footman
in a musical review.

Poor Alfred.

We mustn't allow him to be
completely overshadowed.

Quite right, m'lady.

Hard work and diligence
weigh more than beauty

in the real world.

If only that were true.

I've never been "James"
in my life.

I was "Jimmy"
to Lady Anstruther.

I don't care if you were Father
Christmas to Lady Anstruther.

You are "James" now,

and you will stay "James"
while you are at Downton.

He thinks he's the big cheese
and no mistake.

That's 'cos he is
the big cheese.

He's nice, that new bloke,
isn't he?

Why do you say that?

Oh, only an impression,
that's all.

If you'll excuse me,
I'm going to bed.

Can you tell the others?

Tomorrow, we'll make
some plans.

I don't know how.

You've lived
out of Ireland before.

Surely you can again.

But Ireland
is coming of age now,

and I need to be
part of that.

But I know what
you've done for me.

I know you've kept me free.

And I am grateful.

Truly.

Poor chap,
I'm sure he is grateful.

No, he's not.

He says it to keep the peace
with Sybil.

But then I only rescued him
for Sybil's sake,

so I suppose we're even.

Did you get a chance

to look through the books
they brought in?

As a matter of fact, I did.

Could you make
head or tail of them?

I think so, yes.

I was waiting for a good moment
to discuss them.

Oh?

Yes, there were some...

aspects of the way
things have been done

that I wasn't quite sure about.

You sound like Murray.

Do I?

He's always
banging on about

how we should overhaul this
or overhaul that.

Nothing's ever right for him.

Well then,
I hesitate to say it...

Come on, we should
let them get in here.

We can talk about it another
time if you really want to.

(turning door knob)

These came for you, Bates.

When?

When did they come?

They came when you
were out of favor.

Now you're in favor again.

Why?

What have I done?

Just watch out
for Mr. Durrant.

You're not a favorite
with him.

(door locking)

(laughing happily)

(sniffing)

Oh my...

Oh!

Are you going
to tip that over me?

(laughing)

I was just making myself
some toast.

You have to set the number
on the dial

and I had it up too high,
but I've got the hang of it now.

Would you like a piece?

I was worried that Mr. Branson
might take it into his head

to burn the house down.

But I didn't think
that you would.

No?

You should never take anything
for granted, Mr. Carson.

(quick footsteps)

No, no, no, not now!

(chuckling)

You never told me
you went to those meetings.

I never told you I didn't.

And what else
haven't you told me?

All I know is I can't stay here.

Not for long.

You must.

And so must I.

And you must let the baby
be born here.

You're very free
with your musts.

But I will not be free
with our child's chances.

We need peace
and safety.

Downton can offer us both.

ROBERT:
God in Heaven...

"Earl's daughter speaks out
for women's rights."

What?

"In a letter
to this newspaper today,

"Lady Edith Crawley,

"daughter
of the Earl of Grantham,

"condemns the limitations

"of the women's
suffrage bill

"and denounces
the government's aims

to return women
to their pre-war existence."

You said they
wouldn't print it.

Well done.
That's most impressive.

Don't say you support her.

Of course I support her,
and so do you, really.

When you've had a chance
to think about it.

So I should hope, anyway.

(scoffs)

What do you think, Carson?

I would rather
not say, m'lord.

Anna?

Yes?

There's quite a packet
of letters

arrived for you earlier.

Are they all from Mr. Bates?

(sobbing happily)

It looks like it.

Why so many at once?

Oh, I neither know
nor care,

just so long as
I've got them.

Thanks for sticking up
for me last night.

It won't make any difference.

Oh no, but it's good to know
you're on my side.

I am on your side, Alfred.

In fact...

There's something
I've been wanting to say.

You've got my attention.

Well...

Ah!

Here we are, Daisy.

I'd like to introduce
Miss Ivy Stuart,

the new kitchen maid.

And this is Daisy,
my assistant cook.

My, but aren't you

a sight for sore eyes,
Miss Stuart?

MRS. PATMORE:
That's enough of that.

Alfred's a footman,

so you'll know enough
not to listen to a word he says.

Shoo.

Tell me if you
need any help.

Sorry, Daisy,
what were you saying?

Nothing.

It don't matter now.

I hope we're going to get on.

We don't have to get on.

We have to work together.

MATTHEW:
A situation has arisen

and I'm not quite sure
which way to turn.

Obviously.

If you've turned to me.

Robert won't discuss
the matter.

Mary is affronted
by the very mention of it.

But given that I've sunk
my own fortune,

alongside everyone else's,
into...

Into Downton.

I feel a duty,

apart from anything else,

to do what I can.

About?

Downton is being mismanaged,
Cousin Violet,

and something
must be done.

The thing is,

how do I do it

without putting people's noses
out of joint?

Oh, my dear...

Oh, I doubt there is a way
to achieve that.

I mean, you must do what needs
to be done, of course, but...

Oh, I think I can safely say

a great many noses
will be out of joint.

(sobbing)

(chuckling)

(chuckling)

(laughing)

(sighs)