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(keys jingling)

(door opening)

(laughing)

Thank God.

(laughing):
Yes, thank God.

And you.

How do we speak to him?

Normally.

How do you think
you speak to him?

But what about prison,

or do we pretend
it's never happened?

I don't think that'll
be necessary.

Oh, welcome back!

Welcome back, Mr. Bates.

I've waited a long time
to say that.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

MRS. HUGHES:
Too long.

Give us your coat.

MRS. HUGHES:
Oh, Mrs. Patmore,

can you find something
for Mr. Bates to eat?

I certainly can.

Daisy, Ivy,
stir your stumps!

Who's Ivy?

The new kitchen maid.

Thomas.

Still here, I see.

Mr. Barrow now, Mr. Bates.

And yes, I'm still here.

And busy as a bee.

There have been some changes
since you've been away.

You will have heard
about Lady Sybil.

BATES:
Yes, I've heard.

Anna took a letter from me
to her ladyship.

There we are.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Can we all have
one of those?
(laughing)

Welcome back, Mr. Bates.

Thank you, Daisy.

Something nice?

The editor's
written back,

repeating his offer.

He asks if I'm ever
in London.

Why not?

You could see Rosamund

and buy some new clothes.

(sighs)

He only wants to persuade you
to write for his horrible paper.

Still, I think I will go.

It seems rude not to in a way,

and I haven't been
to London for ages.

Excuse me.

Please don't encourage her.

I think it's a good idea.

I gather you've trapped
poor old Jarvis into a meeting.

It won't take long,
but he is the agent

and there are things
we must get started on,

if you agree.

Oh, I'm glad you still think
my agreement has a part to play.

(door opens)

Are you sure you wouldn't rather
just cut and run like me?

Bates!

My dear fellow.

I didn't know
you were here already.

They let you out at dawn.

Thank you for sending Anna
in the car.

Oh, nonsense.

Where have they put you?

In my old room, m'lord.

Well, that won't do.

I'll ask Jarvis how far they've
got with finding a cottage.

Thank you.

About Thomas...

I'll sort it out, Bates.

I promise.

But in the meantime,
you just rest.

Stay in bed, read books.

But you didn't walk
out of my luncheon

when Robert asked you to.

Well, that luncheon was
to support Cora in her grief.

It did not seem appropriate

to let the whole thing end
in chaos and a quarrel.

So you don't think I should have
given Ethel a second chance?

I do not criticize your motives,
but did you really consider?

Ethel is notorious
in the village.

I don't think so.

I know so.

You have surrounded this house
with a miasma of scandal

and touched all of us
by association.

I think one must fight
for one's beliefs.

And is poor Ethel
to be the cudgel

by which you fight your foes?

Ah, Ethel.

I was just telling Lady Grantham
how your cooking has come on.

ETHEL:
I'm studying, m'lady.

These days, a working woman
must have a skill.

But you seem to have so many.

CORA:
I don't see how you can
just sack him.

He's done nothing wrong.

ROBERT:
He can't have expected
to stay my valet

once Bates was released.

Ask Carson.

He'll have some ideas.

CORA:
Poor little girl.

ROBERT:
Has Branson said anything more

about moving out?

How can he move out
before he's found a job?

How can you want him to?

He's our responsibility now,
Robert, he and the baby.

We owe that to Sybil.

I must get on.

I've got this meeting
with Jarvis and Matthew.

Have you got any plans,
Mr. Bates?

It's rather early to say.

His lordship suggested
I have a rest.

I expect you'll be looking
for something to do, Mr. Barrow.

Now that Mr. Bates is back.

They're showing a film tonight
in the village hall.

Way Down East.

It's about a wronged woman
who survives in the wilderness

through her own wits
and courage.

Blimey, they've stolen
my story.

Lillian Gish is in it.

I like her.

Well, there's a late showing
tonight at half-past ten

for the local servants.

What about it?

Are you going, Jimmy?

Sounds a bit soppy,
to be honest.

Well, I'm not going
with Alfred on my own.

My mum wouldn't like it.

She would not
and nor would I.

You may go if Madge or Alice
will go with you.

But not otherwise.

All right.

If Mrs. Patmore agrees.

Straight there and back, mind.

This means the overhaul

of every part of the estate
we hold in hand,

and some large new parcels
in addition.

All in an instant.

But don't you see?

If we invest in new machinery,
new methods and new techniques,

the whole estate
must benefit by it.

And as for taking
new lands in hand,

we won't be running it
as separate farms.

We'll find another use
for some of the farmhouses...

This is ridiculous!

Downton has existed for hundreds
of years in perfect harmony.

We have worked with the farmers
as partners.

Now you want to blow it all
to smithereens!

Of course I don't, but...
If I may, my Lord?

Mr. Crawley, you are very new
to our way of life here...

I beg your pardon!

There's no point
biting Jarvis's head off.

You are new to it.

Must I remind you
of the state the place was in

a few months ago?

That was nothing to do
with the way we run it!

The money was lost
in a bad investment.

Yes, and you've been bailing the
place out with Cora's fortune.

You have been for years.

Downton must be
self-supporting

if it's to have a chance
of survival!

Well.

You've given us plenty
to think about.

Hasn't he, Mr. Jarvis?

He has indeed,
Lord Grantham.

Why would I persuade
your father otherwise

when I agree with him?

How can you say that

when you keep telling me
to find something to do?

I meant run
a local charity

or paint watercolors
or something.

Well, I'm going to London
to see the editor tomorrow,

and if I like him
then I'm going to say yes.

I don't want to fall out
with Papa,

but I don't want to be
invisible, either.

I've had enough of it.

Very well.

I'm coming up tonight.

I'll see what I can do.

But I want a favor
in return.

Ethel?

What's the matter?

I had rather a nasty encounter
in the village, that's all.

What sort of encounter?

Mrs. Bakewell refused
to serve me.

In the end her husband did,

but it wasn't very nice.

We shall take our business
elsewhere.

There's no need for that, ma'am,
I'm used to it.

You shouldn't have to be.

Are you all set
for this evening?

If you mean have I allowed Ivy
to go out

when it's not
her half-day, I have,

but why, I could not tell you.

Bring them all home safe.

ALFRED:
If that's Béchamel,

why don't you use parsley
or mace?

I do, but I boil it
in the milk beforehand.

I made it last night.

Oh, leave her alone,
you big ninnie.

(scoffs)

There's nothing wrong
with a man who can cook.

Some say the best cooks
in the world are men.

And do we think
this sad beanpole

will be the best cook
in the world?

Why do you always feel the need
to be so unpleasant, James?

What's Alfred
ever done to you?

You can take in the fish
and meat tonight.

James can follow with the sauce.

But I should be
the first footman.

Of course you should.

DAISY:
Listen to her!

You're taller than him,

you've been here
longer than him.

Why are you taking her
to the pictures

when she talks like that?

Well, I've got
the tickets now, so...

(door opens)

Don't get up.

How's the christening going?

It's all arranged with the
Catholic church in Ripon.

Weren't you going to tell us?

You and Matthew.

I didn't think the others
would want to know.

Please give them a chance
to behave properly.

(baby cooing)

I wondered if you'd be
a godmother.

Am I allowed to be?

As long as at least
one of them is Catholic,

and my brother's
coming over.

He'll stay in the village.

No, he won't.

He'll stay here.

He's a bit
of a rough diamond.

I'm very fond of diamonds.

(birds chirping)

I still can't believe
I'm here.

I keep pinching myself.

Believe.

Which one would be ours?

Well, they won't move
Mr. Chirk or the Tripps,

but Mrs. Bow wants
to live in the village,

so we might get hers.

None of which solves the problem
of what I'm going to do.

Your job, of course.

They'll have to give
Thomas his notice.

Mr. Barrow.

Mr. Stick-It-Up-Your-Jumper.

He'll have to go.

Revenge is sweet.

Look at him,
he can't even balance it.

Oh, leave him alone.

Up you go.

(muttering):
It's a flippin' insult.

Just because he's ten foot tall.

You're right.

I've got a good mind to...

Uh-uh, don't do anything
you'll regret.

These things can be managed,
but not by losing your temper.

O'BRIEN:
You make a cozy couple,
I must say.

I don't think so.

That's not what
I've heard.

Alfred says he's always
going on about you.

Silly, sloppy stuff.

Alfred's sick and tired of it,
and no wonder.

Well, he's making it up.

Have it your own way.

Right.

Don't put them like that!

They've got to be able
to get hold of them.

CARSON:
Come along!

MATTHEW:
That's why I've asked
Mr. Murray to come up,

so that we can
talk it through together.

You've asked Murray to come here
without consulting me?

I felt I wasn't
explaining things well,

and I know he can.

Oh, lovely,
what a treat.

Oh!

Oh, my...
your ladyship!

No, no fuss, no fuss.

Just scrape me down

and get me
a spare napkin.

I'll take that.

I saw your cook in the
village today, Isobel.

She seemed upset.

Yes.

Mrs. Bakewell
was rather unkind.

It seems a pity that even
in this pretty little village,

people can be
so unforgiving.

ROBERT:
Some people
are unforgiving.

Others are insensitive.

What time do you leave
in the morning?

I thought I'd get the 10:00.

I'm meeting him for tea.

You're not
encouraging this?

She hasn't agreed
to anything yet.

Mama, talk to her.

Talk to all of them.

Say something sensible.

Yes, let's hear how a woman's
place is in the home.

I do think a woman's place
is eventually in the home,

but I see no harm
in her having some fun

before she gets there.

Oh, Granny!

Thank you!

Have you changed your pills?

(chuckles)

And another thing.

I mean, Edith isn't
getting any younger.

Perhaps she isn't cut out
for domestic life.

(sighs)

How are your plans
proceeding, Tom?

I was telling
Lady Grantham.

My brother has a garage
in Liverpool.

He's asked me
to go in with him.

The brother
who's coming to stay?

Yes, Kieran.

Why is he coming here?

For the christening.

(groans softly)

How did he rearrange
the spoons?

He put them right on
the edge of my plate.

I'm not saying
it was deliberate.

I hope you're not,

'cause I was trying to help.

Well, I think Alfred can
manage without your help

in the future, James.

And next time, will you wait to
be asked before you take charge?

Are you still here?

Perhaps Alfred no longer wants
to go to the pictures.

He may want to ponder

his mistakes instead.

Of course they're going.

Are we?

Yes, you can go.

I will not withdraw
my permission.

But as you walk,

you might contemplate
what it is to waste

a chance when it is given.

I suppose you never
wasted a chance.

Well if I did,
I learned from it

and that's all
I am asking from him.

That and some
ritual humiliation.

You shouldn't have rung Murray
without telling Papa.

You berate me for not wanting
to take responsibility

and now you tell me off
for doing just that.

You can't have it
both ways.

I can if I want to.

What's the matter?

Do you think
I should see someone?

What?

If there's anything wrong,
then it's obviously my fault.

You know what they told us
when I was wounded.

But they were wrong.

They said so.

I wonder.

Darling,
please don't worry.

I'm sure there's
nothing wrong.

That's the point.

We're not sure.

It was okay,

but I prefer English films
with English stars.

They seem more real
somehow.

I like the American actors.

They've got more
you-know-what.

Oh, and how about Ivy Close
in The Worldlings?

She makes Lillian Gish look
like a village schoolma'am.

Ivy Close.

It's funny to think of a film
star having your own name.

There aren't any
with my name.

No, but there's a king.

The one who burnt the cakes.

Well, I hope I won't be burning
any of my cakes in future.

(laughing)

Where is everyone?

They've gone to bed.

Except for the picture-goers,
they're not back.

If I'd thrown a bucket of slop
in the old lady's lap,

I wouldn't be allowed
to go to the flicks.

What are you saying?

Mr. Carson doesn't like me.

No matter what Alfred does,
he still prefers him.

It's not bloody fair.

Well, I love you.

(laughing):
Well, if you do,

you're on your own.

I'm sure I'm not.

What about your family?

Where are you from?

I don't have any family,
not really.

Cousins, you know.

No one else.

And your mum and dad?

Dead.

My dad was killed
in the war

and my mother died
of the flu.

I haven't any brothers
and sisters, so here we are.

All on me ownsome.

You must get lonely.

Meaning?

I know what it's like,
that's all.

Funny, we're quite a pair.

We both like to look
very sure of ourselves

but we're not so sure
underneath, are we?

Still,

you've no need to worry.

Mr. Carson may prefer Alfred,
but nobody else does.

Don't they?

I wonder.

(footsteps)

Sometimes I think it's just
Jimmy Contra Mundi.

Was that Latin?

I should try it
on Mr. Carson.

Make up some points.

Never mind Latin,
I need a magic spell.

(sipping)

Good night.

He's a funny one,
isn't he?

You can't pull the wool
over my eyes.

I know what's going on.

You're quite wrong,
Miss O'Brien.

He's a proper little
ladies' man.

Oh, if that's how
you want to play it.

What are you going on about?

There's no need to bark.

I only know
what Alfred tells me.

Well, if he says Jimmy's
interested in me, he's lying.

Oh, dear.

Was it supposed
to be a secret?

(giggling)

Oh, you are daft.

Oh, Ivy, I love to be out
with you like this.

I wish we could make it
a regular thing.

I can't.

I wouldn't want you
to get the wrong idea.

Look, I'm sorry, but Jimmy's
just not interested.

I hate to hurt your feelings
like that, but he's not.

You don't know that.

He flirts with me.

He does.

If you knew
he wasn't interested,

would that make
a difference?

I'd have to hear it
from his lips.

(sighing)

(door opens and closes)

(humming)

(door opens)

(knocking at the door)

(door opens)

ALFRED:
Sorry to wake you, Jimmy,
but I've got to ask...

Oh, my...

Get off!

Just get the bloody
hell off me!

Alfred, it's not
what you think.

Don't do that, please.

Alfred doesn't matter.

No one'll believe
a word he says.

He's nothing.

What are you doing?

Why are you in here?

Because of what
you said!

Because of all there is
between us.

There's nothing between us

except my fist
if you don't get out!

And if you tell any...

But what about
the things you said?

I said nothing
except get out.

Go on, get out, Thomas!

(door closes, locks)

(angrily):
What is going on?

Nothing, Mr. Carson.

Jimmy... uh, James
had a nightmare.

He's fine now.

(door slams)

ANNA:
What is it?

What's going on?

MRS. HUGHES:
James?

What's the matter
with you?

Nothing.

Alfred?

Ask Mr. Barrow.

It's nothing.

Really.

It doesn't seem like nothing.

Oh, Ivy.

Never mind the toast,

you look very tasty
yourself this morning.

What did you say?

Well, can't a red-blooded man
compliment a pretty girl?

Not at breakfast,
for Heaven's sake!

Oh...

Alfred,
what's happened?

Not now.

CARSON:
Well, if there is anything
I ought to know,

I hope I hear about it
before the end of the day.

This really has been
so interesting.

Well, I hope this means that
you're persuadable, Lady Edith?

I'll think about it,
I promise.

I just felt I had to meet you
and see what it would be like.

I assume your father
disapproves.

Well, it's the business
of parents to worry, isn't it?

No, now all sorts of toffs are
writing for magazines nowadays.

Some of them even advertise
face creams and cigarettes

and the rest of it.

I'm afraid Papa
would not find that reassuring.

(chuckling)

In fact, if he were here
he'd probably just shout "Run!"

Will you please make up your
own mind without his advice?

I'll have to think
about that, too.

Are you going back
to Yorkshire tonight?

No, I'm staying
with my aunt.

I've got to look into
the offices of The Lady

while I'm here.

Not to write for them,
I trust?

Oh no, it's just something
I promised to do

for my grandmother.

The Lady,
that's Covent Garden.

Here's an idea: let's have
lunch tomorrow at Rules.

If you accept the job
we'll celebrate,

if it's a no,
I'll drown my sorrows.

How's that?

(laughs)

ROBERT:
You seem nervous today, Barrow.

We will get things
sorted out.

We won't leave you
in the lurch.

I'd be grateful
if you could let me know

when you've made a decision.

I'll talk things through
with Carson

and we'll see what
we can come up with.

It makes no sense to retain
this bit as a separate section,

no sense at all.

But of course Jarvis won't see
that because he hates change.

Just try to carry Papa
with you.

That's all I ask.

He'll be with me
in the end

because this is
the only way forward,

and at some point
he's going to see that.

Some point in the near future,
I hope.

What's the matter
with you both?

You were in a dream
all through dinner.

Nothing's the matter!

Does Mr. Murray
want luncheon tomorrow?

No, he's in York
all morning.

He'll come up here
afterwards.

CORA:
Followed by Tom's brother

for dinner.

So it promises to be
a day of contrast.

God in heaven.

What do you think, Tom?

I agree with Matthew.

The estate can offer proper
compensation to the tenants now

while the money's there,

but if we miss this chance,
it may not come again.

So says the Marxist.

If you don't mind me saying so,

you have a narrow view
of socialism.

You seem to have a very
broad interpretation of it.

Now, now,

children.

If Branson is watering down
his revolutionary fervor,

let us give thanks.

Tom.

Do you know anything
about farming, Tom?

A little.

My grandfather was
a sheep farmer in Ireland.

(whispering):
Why do you keep giving me
funny looks?

I'm not.

What's going on?

Have you both been up
to something I don't know about?

Not both of us.

Are you awake?

I can't seem
to get to sleep.

I don't know why.

Could you credit Matthew
summoning Murray

without my permission?

You keep telling everyone
Downton's a dual monarchy now.

I never realized
you didn't mean it.

So you're against me
over Matthew,

the christening and Edith.

Robert...

Even your mother
spoke up for Edith.

Think of that.

A facer, I admit.

She'll have had some reason
of her own, of course.

Is she really
so Machiavellian?

Yes.

I'm here to meet
Mr. Gregson.

Yes, ma'am.

I was afraid
you'd stood me up.

I'm so sorry.

It took much longer
than I thought.

What was it about?

Oh, just family stuff.

An errand for my grandmother.

Are you very family-minded?

Well, you know,

when you live at home
with your parents,

you're still in the middle
of all of it.

Yes, I saw a picture
in the paper

of your elder sister's wedding.

She looked very glamorous.

People say so.

Am I allowed to say I'm rather
pleased you're not married?

Here you are, madam.

I'm a little less pleased.

Oh dear, it sounds like you're
hiding a romantic secret.

Not too romantic.

A little while ago,
I was jilted at the altar.

Which wasn't much fun.

Oh, dear, I am sorry.

Oh, please don't be.

It's a relief to be reminded
I'm not an object of pity

to the entire world.

I've clearly put my foot in it,

and now you'll turn
the job down.

Please don't.

I won't.

Not if you don't want me to.

Ah.

Surely, Lord Grantham,

you don't question
Mr. Crawley's goal

of making the estate
self-sufficient?

No, but I question his plans
for the employees and tenants

in order to achieve it.

Can't we allow things
to evolve more gently,

as we did in the past?

The past is not much of a model.

The third Earl
nearly went bankrupt,

the fourth only saved
the estate by dying,

and what would you all
have done in the '90s

without Lady Grantham's money?

I say, Murray.

When I asked you
to say what you think,

I didn't mean to be taken
literally.

Must we talk in this way?

Yes, I'm afraid so.

Thanks to Mr. Swire
we have another chance,

but we have to change
our ways.

All I'm talking about
is investment,

increasing productivity
and reducing waste.

Waste?

Yes, the estate has been run
very wastefully for many years.

I won't listen to this!

Now come on, Jarvis.

If I can listen to it,
so can you.

No, Lord Grantham,
I can't!

Am I to stand here after
40 years of loyal service

to be accused of malfeasance

and corruption?!

Nothing of the sort!

My dear chap,
think for a moment.

We must both see things
have to move forward.

My goal is to find the way
of least disruption.

Won't you stay
and help me with that?

My Lord, will you give me
a good reference?

Yes, of course I will.

Mr. Jarvis,
if I have offended you,

then I offer my sincerest
apologies.

I am the old broom,
Mr. Crawley.

You are the new.

I wish you luck
with your sweeping.

My lord.

(door slams)

(faint laughter)

Mr. Carson,
you'd better come.

(laughing)

May I help you?

This is Mr. Branson's
brother.

Can we fetch
Mr. Branson, sir?

I've already sent Alfred.

Here they are now.

Kieran.

What are you doing
down here?

Come upstairs.

I don't fancy it.

Can I not stay put
and have me dinner down here?

But we're all so looking forward
to meeting you, Mr. Branson.

If you come with us,
you can see your room

and get changed.

If you want to.

And what would I change into?

A pumpkin?

(stifled laughter)

Come on, Tommy.

Come and eat down here.

They seem like a nice lot.

What's the matter?

Are you too grand
for them now?

They know that I'm not,

but my mother-in-law
has been kind enough

to invite you
to stay and dine,

and I'll not let you snub her.

Now get a move on.

I know.

You always said he would
bring shame on this house.

No, Mrs. Hughes.

For once, I will hold my tongue.

I thought Mr. Branson's respect

for her ladyship's
invitation exemplary.

Well...

"Mister" Branson's done
something right for a change.

Miracles can happen.

How was it?

(groans)

Pretty bad.

Jarvis has resigned.

What?

He's gone,

and I'm going to have
to make it all work,

or I've had it.

Come here.

You'll make me untidy.

Good.

You see,
I know it's right, Mary.

I believe I can make Downton
safe for our children,

if we ever have any.

But I can only do it
if you're with me.

But what about Papa?

I do love him.

Love him, by all means.

But believe in me.

There.

Will that convince you?

Convince me again.

And don't say,
"If we ever have any."

Because we will.

But it's been awhile now.

What if Mr. Carson finds out
you knew all along

and you never told him?

How will that look?

Surely it's for Jimmy to tell.

Supposing he's in on it?

No, he started yelling at Thomas
as soon as I walked in.

Yes, I'm sure he did.

As soon as you walked in.

What if you hadn't walked in?

I'm sorry, Alfred,

Mr. Carson won't tolerate
these sorts of shenanigans,

and he'll be furious
if he finds out you knew

and you said nothing.

You need to speak up.

For your own good.

(footsteps)

ROBERT:
And what exactly does
this business consist of?

Automobile refurbishment.

He means car repairs.

I see.

And you would live nearby?

We've rooms over the garage.

There's a bit of a park
not too far away.

Well, that's something.

I remember an evening
rather like this.

We were traveling back
from Scotland to London

when the train was suddenly
engulfed by a blizzard

and we spent the night
in a tradesmen's hotel

in Middlesborough.

So who's coming
to the christening?

All of us, I expect.
MARY:
Granny?

Well, yes, if Branson...

Tom wants me to.

I would be honored.

Robert, are you coming?

Tom doesn't want me there

and I wouldn't know
what to do.

All that crossing
and bobbing up and down.

I went to a Mass once in Rome.

It was more like
a gymnastic display.

(chuckling)

BRANSON:
I would like you
to be there very much.

Why, what difference
would it make?

All I know is Sybil
would want you there.

She loved you
with all her heart,

and she would want you there.

Will you argue with that?

Not if you think
it's so important.

MATTHEW:
How did you get on
in London?

Well, as a matter of fact,

I've got an announcement
to make,

and now's as good
a time as any.

Listen, everyone.

You have a journalist
in the family.

MATTHEW:
Well done.

Since we have a country
solicitor and a car mechanic,

it's only a matter of time.

How was the editor in the end?

Oh, nice, very nice.

So you're ready
to speak out?

I think you're right,
and I must.

Good.

He has broken all the
fundamental laws of God and man.

Report him, as you should,

and then stand back
and enjoy his fall.

I don't understand.

You've placed an advertisement
in a magazine

to find a job
for my housekeeper?

I knew you'd be against it.

Well, how would you feel

if I found other work
for your cook or butler?

Granny feels that for Ethel's
sake she should move elsewhere.

Oh, nonsense.

She couldn't give
tuppence about Ethel

or anyone like her.

You've been reading those
Communist newspapers again.

I don't suppose
there's any beer?

Haven't you had enough?

Of course
we have beer.

We must have
some somewhere.

Carson?

I believe so, m'lady.

I'll fetch it.

What's the betting we'll have
a chorus of "Molly Malone"

before we finish?

You're the one pushing Tom
into his brother's arms.

This is not what Sybil
wanted for him.

She told me.

Oh, Carson.

Would you ask Mrs. Hughes
to meet me in the hall, please?

Very good, m'lady.

I'll bring the beer
in a moment, sir.

It isn't so bad here
after all.

I don't know.

She just asked
if you could go up.

I suppose I'll have to.

What's this?

They said we could go.

They'll ring
when they need the car.

Mr. Carson,
might I have a word?

Well, I have
to take this up...

Oh, very well,
come with me.

Mrs. Hughes, you have always
taken an interest in Ethel.

Do you think I'm wrong?

No.

While Ethel is in this village,
she is doomed to be lonely.

But if,
as her ladyship suggests,

she can get a job
far away from here...

She's not a bad cook now,

and with
a respectable reference,

which of course
you can give her...

I can't get over how
you've planned all this

without a word to me.

Well, I knew
you wouldn't agree.

I know how you hate
facing facts.

I resent that.

I'm sorry, but I do.

Mrs. Crawley,
I hope you don't see me

as an intolerant person.

No.

Because I agree
with her ladyship.

In a new place where
she can start again,

Ethel has far more
chance of happiness

than in re-enacting
her own version

of The Scarlet Letter
in Downton.

What is The Scarlet Letter?

A novel.

By Nathaniel Hawthorne.

It sounds most unsuitable.

I'll talk to Ethel.

I don't understand
what you're saying.

Thomas was doing what?

That's what I saw, Mr. Carson.

And what was James doing?

I think he was asleep,

because he just woke
and he got very angry...

As he should have been, by God.

My auntie says he might have
been faking his anger

because I walked in,
but it didn't look fake to me.

Well, we can always rely
on your aunt

to take the ungenerous view.

You will not speak
of this to anyone.

Is that clear?

I don't want to hear
the subject even mentioned

in the servants' hall.

Very good, Mr. Carson.

The world can be
a shocking place, Alfred,

but you are a man now

and you must learn
to take it on the chin.

(door opens)

Beg pardon, ma'am.

I was miles away.

That's all right.

I just wanted to let you know
that I was back.

Would you like some tea?

No, thank you.

I'm going straight to bed.

Ethel...

Are you happy?

Well, I suppose I'm happy
compared to what I was before.

You see, I...

Never mind.

Good night.

(clock chiming)

How can I still be here when
all the young have gone to bed?

The motor's ready
when you are.

When is Jarvis leaving?

I'm not sure.

It seems a poor return
for 40 years of service.

Maybe.

But he was your father's man.

To him, you were always
the young master,

never the chief.

Which does not alter the fact

that now we must find
someone else.

But you've already found him.

What do you mean?

Well, obviously
the answer

to a thousand
different questions

is to give
the position to Branson.

Tom.

Well, if he's the agent,

we can call him
Branson again, thank heaven.

That's a mad plan.

It's not!

Tom and Matthew can work
on the new ideas together.

They're the same age.

But what does he know
of farming?

His grandfather
was a farmer.

In a small way.

Which means he has
more practical experience

than Jarvis ever had.

Think of the child.

You cannot want
your only granddaughter

to grow up in a garage
with that drunken gorilla?

Don't we owe this to Sybil?

I'll do it on one condition.

No, two.

First, Matthew must agree.

He will.

Second, you will
both admit it

when you realize
you were wrong.

Oh, well, that is
an easy caveat to accept

because I'm never wrong.

I don't need to tell you that
this is a criminal offense.

We hadn't done anything.

But you were hoping
to do something

if Alfred hadn't come in.

It's not against the law
to hope, is it?

Don't you get clever with me

when you should
be horsewhipped!

Do you have a defense?

Am I mistaken
in any part of this?

Not really, Mr. Carson.

As for a defense,
what can I say?

I was very drawn to him

and I'd got the impression
that he felt the same way.

I was wrong.

It seems an odd mistake to make.

When you're like me, Mr. Carson,

you have to read
the signs as best you can

because no one
dares speak out.

I do not wish to take a tour
of your revolting world.

No.

So, are you saying that James is
the innocent party in all this?

Yes, Mr. Carson, he is.

I will take time to consider.

We must first find out
what James intends to do.

He'd be within his rights
to report you to the police.

Although I'm quite sure
it won't come to that.

Will you give me your word
that nothing had happened?

I will, yes.

Right.

Good night.

(knocking)

Mr. Barrow looks
very grim-faced.

Never mind him.

Human nature's
a funny business, isn't it?

Now why didn't the poets
come to you, Mr. Carson?

They'd have saved themselves
a lot of time and trouble.

BRANSON:
What's this?

EDITH:
I hope you don't mind.

PHOTOGRAPHER:
If you could all form a group
around the father.

Kieran.

ROBERT:
Right, Mama, if you want
to go next to Isobel...

It seems so strange
without Sybil here.

She's watching.

I know.

I envy you.

I wish I did.

Ever so slightly,
thank you so much.

You want me to take on the
running of the whole estate?

It's a big job.

Think of it as a christening
present from Sybil.

It's a wonderful idea, Tom.

I'm ashamed it wasn't mine.

(camera snaps)

Perhaps one with the grandfather
holding the baby?

And maybe the great-
grandmother with him?

And what about Father Dominic,
who christened her?

(clearing throat)

CORA:
What's the matter, Robert?

Are you afraid
you'll be converted

while you're not looking?