All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S03E08.Episode.8.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

MAN:
I think it's held up
very well,

all things considered.

Especially after
all that rain.

How's the house team
coming on?

Because we're taking this
very seriously in the village.

Nobody takes it more seriously
than his lordship, Dad.

Whatever he likes
to pretend.

Mr. Bates has had his rest now
and wants to get back to work.

It's time to draw a line under
this whole unfortunate episode.

So I go out the window.

I cannot hide that I find
your situation revolting,

but whether or not
you believe me,

I am not entirely unsympathetic.

You have been twisted
by nature into something foul,

and even I can see
that you did not ask for it.

I think it better

that you resign quietly,

citing the excuse that
Mr. Bates has returned.

I will write a perfectly
acceptable reference

and you will find that
there's nothing about it

that's hard to explain.

I see.

What about tonight?

It's nearly time
to change,

so you should
dress him tonight

and let Mr. Bates
take over tomorrow.

I am not foul, Mr. Carson.

I am not the same as you,
but I am not foul.

Yes, well...

We've spoken enough
on this subject.

Now if you will excuse me,
I'll ring the gong.

Come along, Miss O'Brien.

Time to stop eavesdropping
and do some work.

I don't know what you...

How are you getting on
with the cricket team?

We should be all right.

We've still got Thomas,
thank God.

Won't he be leaving soon?

Not before the match

if I've got anything
to do with it.

One of the gardeners told Anna
their team is in terrific shape.

It's so unfair the outside staff
play for the village.

Why don't you support
the house and the village?

You own both.

But I'm captain
of the house team.

If I were you, I'd be captain
of the village.

They always win.

Not always.

Usually, but not always.

Mary, you look as if
you're in a trance.

What were you doing in London?

It's worn you out.

Maybe.

I'll try and rest tomorrow.

Crikey.

I'd better go.

Before you do,
a little bird tells me

Mr. Carson has made up his mind
to deal with Thomas after all.

Well, it's about time.

I only meant if you want
to register your anger

at how Thomas treated you,
now is the hour.

I'm not sure.

I'm still disgusted by
the whole thing, obviously.

Obviously.

But if you don't speak out,

people might think you
weren't disgusted at all.

Now you must excuse me.

I ought to be upstairs.

Anna, what are you doing
out here?

Her ladyship's
with Lady Mary, sir.

I'm afraid she's
going to be late.

Let me see what's happening.

You couldn't be in better hands
than Dr. Ryder's, truly.

I hope to God
you're right.

Anna's worried
you're getting late.

Heavens, you made me jump.

I must go.

O'Brien will scold me.

What were you talking about?

Nothing.

Women's stuff.

Your ears must have been
burning earlier.

Papa was discussing
the cricket match.

The village
thrashed us last year.

I suppose I'll have to play.

You suppose right.

It's because of last year

he's absolutely determined
to win this time.

Bates must count himself
lucky to be out of it.

I think he'd like
to walk normally, sir,

even if playing cricket
was the price he had to pay.

Of course he would.

I'm so sorry,
that was stupid of me.

It's quite all right, sir.

I was only joking.

MOLESLEY:
Oh, there's absolutely
no question

that some people have
a feel for it.

I think cricket's
like anything else.

(exasperated sigh)

When you learn it
as a child,

there's an understanding
that's hard to come by later.

And with a father like mine,

I was brought up
with cricket in my blood.

Why have you never played
in the match before?

How could I?

I didn't work at the house
until this year,

and I could hardly play
for the village team.

We'll have to start
a fan club, won't we?

That's kind, Ivy,

but I just want to do
my best for the house.

That's all
the reward I seek.

Oh, your modesty is an example
to us all, Mr. Molesley.

(laughing quietly)

What is that
you're so glued to?

This week's column.

I've got to send it off
tomorrow.

What's it about?

The poor soldiers.

How many are reduced
to begging on the streets,

and some officers are working as
dance partners in night clubs.

After the trenches,

even the Embassy Club
must seem an improvement.

You shouldn't make fun of them.

She's forgetting that you were
in the trenches and she wasn't.

She must be 18 by now.

Little Rose, 18?

How scary.

It's quite a responsibility.

VIOLET:
Well, I couldn't say no.

Her mother is my niece
and my godchild,

and she asked it
as a special favor.

Apparently, she hates London

and they can't get to Scotland
until July.

Poor Shrimpie, his work
keeps him nailed to his desk.

She hates London,

so she's coming to a great-aunt
in Yorkshire

to have a good time.

How original.

Well, don't be silly,
of course you will.

No, I won't.

I'd like to help,

but I've never played a game
of cricket in my life.

Oddly, the game was
never part of my childhood.

Didn't you play last year?

No, nor the year
before that.

The fact is,
I've never played cricket.

But couldn't you try?

CORA:
Robert!

Stop being such a bully.

Let's just have
a nice dinner.

I'm afraid I've heard

Mr. Carson's
going to let him off.

JIMMY:
What can I do about it?

Say you won't
tolerate it.

Unless he's going to give him
a bad reference,

you're going
to tell the police.

I couldn't do that...

Could I?

Why not?

And won't you have to?

If you don't
want folk to think

there's something funny
about you.

It's a good job that's
supposed to be eaten cold.

(sighs)

Are you sure about Rose?

Wouldn't it be better
if she stayed here?

No, no, no.

I'm quite looking
forward to it.

I couldn't manage
an 18-year-old.

Not these days.

I wouldn't know what
she was talking about.

My husband was
a great traveler,

so I have spent
many happy evenings

without understanding a word.

The thing is
to keep smiling

and never look
as if you disapprove.

So Bates, I'll see you
on duty tomorrow.

Good night, Barrow.

You do know I wish you
every good fortune?

I believe so.

Thank you, m'lord.

To the victor the spoils.

What will you do?

Oh, what's it to you?

You're right.

It's nothing to me.

(door opens and closes)

If we can buy out
Simpson and Tucker,

quite a chunk of the estate
will be back in hand.

We'll be operating
a real business.

That's why I think
the cricket

may have come
at rather a good time.

Why?

Because you think if you get a
few runs and catch someone out,

Papa will accept
all this gladly?

I think the cricket
will show him

it doesn't mean we can't keep up
the old traditions as well.

And I am to help persuade him?

Of course.

You're on my team now.

You can kiss me,
but that's it.

Why?

Haven't you missed me?

Desperately.

But London seems to have
tired me out.

Come.

Mr. Carson, is it true
Mr. Barrow's leaving?

Yes, and...

For what it's worth,

I think he was
genuinely mistaken

over the incident
and he's sorry now.

Which of course is no excuse.

I want to be sure you'll
give him a bad reference.

I'm sorry?

I can't let a man like that

go to work in innocent
people's houses.

I will write him the character
I think he deserves.

Can I read it?

Certainly not.

Because I've been thinking

I ought to report him
to the police.

What?

It's my duty.

I know today thinking
is much more liberal...

Now, just a minute.

I've never been called
a liberal in my life

and I don't intend
to start now.

But I do not believe
in scandal.

Mr. Barrow will go,
and when he does

I would like him to go quietly.

For the sake of the house,
the family,

and for that matter, you.

I'm sorry, Mr. Carson,
but I can't stay quiet

if my conscience
prompts me differently.

I won't turn a blind eye to sin.

I've asked Ethel
to bring us some coffee.

Oh, I'm not supposed
to drink coffee.

My mother doesn't approve.

Would you like
something else?

Absolutely not.

After all, she won't find out
unless you tell her.

How is Lady Flintshire?

Incredibly busy.

Daddy works harder
than a slave,

and so she has to manage
everything else by herself.

I doubt he works
harder than a slave.

Cousin Isobel
is very literal.

Now, I have something
for you.

(door opens)

ETHEL:
Shall I pour, ma'am?

No, thank you,
I'll do it.

These are the first answers
to the advertisement.

Cousin Violet is trying to find
a new job for my cook.

That sounds rather
inconvenient.

Cousin Violet has never let
a matter of convenience

stand in the way
of a principle.

As the kettle said to the pot.

(giggling)

I'm to leave
with no reference

after working here
for ten years?

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

I'll never get a job now,
Mr. Carson.

Does his lordship know
about this?

No.

Then I'm going to tell him.

And how would you do that

without telling him
the rest of it?

This wasn't Jimmy's idea.

Somebody's put him up to it.

He wouldn't be so unkind,
not left to himself.

I'm almost touched
that you will defend him

under such circumstances.

But there it is.

Well, can I stay here
for a day or two

while I come up with
some sort of plan?

Yes, I think I can allow that.

But that's the best I can do.

(sniffling)

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

At least it doesn't
smell damp.

I think it's nice.

Or it will be, when it's
got a lick of paint.

I can do that.

I can.

You're not climbing
any ladders.

But yes, together I think
we can make it really comfy.

What do they call
extreme optimism?

They call it
"making the best of things,"

and that is what
we'll do.

You being in this room
is enough to make it nice.

(laughing)

Come here.

(banging)

(laughing)

We should think of some things
to do while you're here.

Edith, you should take Rose
over to Whitby on Wednesday

when they have their market.

She'd enjoy that.

I can't, I'm going to London
on Wednesday.

Oh!

Well, could I come?

Oh, but you've only
just got here.

I thought you hated London.

Who told you that?

Susan.

Oh, darling Mummy.

Well, should I
correct her?

Oh, no.

She's right, really, but...

I'm planning
a surprise for her

and I need to go to London
to arrange it.

You won't give me away,
will you?

Won't you stay
with your parents?

I can't.

That would spoil everything.

You can stay with me.

Aunt Rosamund won't mind,

and there's plenty of room.

I don't even know
why you're going.

To see my editor.

To discuss my article.

I think I might come up
with you to London.

I'll ring the office
in the morning.

I can stay at my club.

Don't do that.

Aunt Rosamund
would love to have you.

And I suspect I'll need
help controlling Rose.

Why do you say that?

I'm not sure.

Instinct.

But when your mother
finds out, will she mind?

No, she'll be delighted
and so grateful to all of you

for helping with my secret.

Besides, with Edith
as my chaperone,

what harm can I come to?

But how can I help?

If our plan works,

we'll be farming a third
of the estate directly.

And you can manage that?

We think so, but we need you
to think so too,

because Lord Grantham
definitely won't.

Are you drawing up
the battle lines?

Poor Robert.

The post-war world
is not being kind to him.

How are you getting on
with the agent's house?

I hope Jarvis
didn't leave it a wreck.

No, not at all.

But the furniture was his,

so I'll have to begin in a state
of Trappist simplicity.

Well, I'm sure there's some
stuff in the attics here.

We'll have a look.

But what about Sybbie?

Won't it be lonely for her

with just you and Nanny
and nobody else for company?

I think it's right
for both of us.

(door opens)

(sobbing)

Mr. Barrow?

What in heaven's name
are you doing out here?

I know you're leaving,

but things can't be
as black as all that.

You're trained now.

You could apply for
a position as a butler.

You don't know
everything, then.

Then will you tell me
everything?

I'm afraid if I do,
Mrs. Hughes,

that it will shock
and disgust you.

Shock and disgust?

My, my.

I think I have
to hear it now.

Come on.

Lady Grantham--
the Dowager, that is--

has been concerned
that your history here

has left you lonely.

She's kind
to concern herself.

It's not just that.

She believes that
you've made this house

a local topic
of unwelcome conversation.

Ah.

So she has placed
an advertisement for you,

and she's got some replies.

The point is, you would go
to your new position

with references from me
and from Mrs. Hughes,

and you would not have to refer
to your earlier life.

In effect,
you'd be washed clean.

(door opens)

Yes?

Is the new maid
working out?

No, not really.

I don't think she'll stay.

I miss Anna.

What do you call her
now she's your maid?

Anna, I'm afraid.

I can't very well
call her Bates.

No.

What's this about?

Well...

You know Matthew wants to come
with you to London.

Why shouldn't he?

I just need to check which train
you're planning to come back on.

The 3:00 on Thursday, why?

Can you promise not to let him
catch an earlier one?

Of course not.

What reason would I give?

You can think of something.

Please.

Oh, all right.

But why is everything
always so complicated?

(door opens)

We'll talk about it when Matthew
gets back from London.

Can't I even have a clue?

He should tell you,
it's his idea.

God, it sounds ominous.

What does?

Matthew has some ghastly scheme
for the estate

and Tom's too frightened
to say what it is.

I need a drink.

You cannot allow him
to blackmail you like this.

And before you ask, Thomas
has told me the whole story.

I am only sorry you had
to listen to such horrors.

Why?

Do you think Thomas
is the first man of that sort

that I've ever come across?

I would hope so.

Well, he isn't.

And I'll tell you
something else.

I think James
may have led him on.

What?!

Oh, I cannot listen
to such allegations.

Calm down.

I don't mean deliberately.

But he's a vain and silly flirt.

He may have given Thomas
the wrong impression

without meaning to.

I can hardly believe we are
having this conversation.

Maybe not,

but I won't sit by and let that
young whippersnapper ruin a man

for the rest of his life.

Not a man who was wounded in
the service of King and Country.

We may have no choice.

These practices, with which you
are apparently so familiar,

are against the law.

I know that.

Very well, then.

If we stand up to James
and he goes to the police,

it will only put Thomas
in prison,

which he will not
thank you for.

Inspecting the love nest?

Just fetching some coal.

I envy you.

Whatever you say.

No, I mean it.

The happy couple,
and everyone so pleased for you.

I can't imagine
what that's like.

Perhaps you should try
being nicer.

It's being nice that got me
into trouble.

What do you mean?

Never mind.

I'll be gone soon,
and out your hair.

You'll be glad of that.

Yes, I will be.

I assume I can count on you,
Mr. Molesley?

Oh, I'll say.

There's not much I don't know
about cricket.

You make me quite nervous.

So with you, me,

James, Alfred,

both you hall boys,

that makes six
from down here.

I can't play, Mr. Carson,
but I can keep score.

Good, very good.

So with his lordship,
Mr. Crawley and "Mr." Branson,

we're already ten.

What about you, Mr. Barrow?

I think I'll be gone by then.

Yes, you will.

Where's Mary?

I was looking for her,
but Anna said she'd gone out.

She's away for the night.

She'll be back tomorrow.

Oh?

Cora, is everything
as it should be between them?

Between Mary and Matthew?

Oh... yes, I think so.

Why do you ask?

Oh, I find I'm
rather impatient

to get the succession settled.

Robert, it's still early days.

Luncheon is served,
m'lady.

Is it just us?

Yes.

Tom is on the other side
of the estate,

so he said he'd eat in a pub.

He's hiding from me until
Matthew has told me the worst.

Probably.

May I take the opportunity

to bring your lordship
up to date with the team?

Are we in good shape?

I reckon that
with three family players

and seven from downstairs,
we're only one short.

Two short.

Branson won't play.

Mr. Branson is busy
at the moment.

Is he, m'lady?

Might I point out
that we're all busy,

but we still find time to
support the honor of the house.

Yes.

But that is not the right road
to travel, Carson,

if we want to remain
in her ladyship's good graces.

Now, I know you're here

because you all have lots
of things to do,

so just run about
and do them.

EDITH:
I'll go up
and change.

But I thought we'd all
have dinner together,

and then we can have
a proper catch-up.

If that's what you'd like,

but please don't let me be
a nuisance.

We could always just...

I insist.

A good family gossip will
be my payment in kind.

Then of course
we'd be delighted.

Good.

We dine at half past eight.

Hello, operator.

Number, please?

Knightsbridge 4056.

(door closes)

I've been through those replies
to her ladyship's advertisement,

and I don't think there's one

where I should be happier
than here.

That's very flattering.

There was a nice letter
from a Mrs. Watson.

But it was near Cheadle.

Cheadle's very close

to where
Mr. and Mrs. Bryant live.

Oh, I see.

And you feel that would
defeat the purpose,

if the goal is to leave
your past behind you?

Don't you, ma'am?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

It's a pity if it was
the only one that was appealing.

So it looks as if
I'll be staying on.

I'm sorry if it makes trouble
between you and the Dowager.

Oh, don't worry about that.

If you had gone,

she'd have found some other bone
for us to fight over.

You look very
pretty today.

I'm not sure how professional
it is of me to point that out.

Well, it's jolly nice
of you.

So, uh, business.

Now, I've read your piece.

Of course,
the plight of ex-soldiers

is not an obvious topic
for a woman's column.

I know it isn't very feminine,

but I felt so strongly about it,
I thought it was worth a try.

No, no, you misunderstand me.

I like the idea
of a woman

taking a position
on a man's subject.

And I was going to say,

don't be afraid of being serious
when it feels right.

Really?

Really.

No, no, I think we're on
to something new here.

The mature female voice
in debate.

I don't like the sound
of "mature."

No, um...

Balanced?

Yes.

Let's go with "balanced."

(laughing)

Are you in town tonight

and by any chance looking
for something to do?

I am, but sadly I'm spoken for.

It's a pity.

But you will let me know
when you're up in London again?

But why are you bothering
with Thomas?

He's going.

Good riddance.

I don't know.

Something he said.

I feel funny taking his job.

You haven't taken his job.

He filled in for you
while you were away, that's all.

Mmm.

I might ask Mrs. Hughes.

She usually knows
what's going on.

Oh...

(laughing)

Which is more than you do.

Taxi!

Warwick Square, please.

(car honking)

Now I understand.

You're not
too shocked, then?

No.

But why is Mr. Carson?

It's not as if
none of us knew.

I think the point is
we didn't know officially.

That's what Mr. Carson
finds hard.

He can't avoid
the subject any longer

because it's lying there
on the mat.

And he can't stand up
to Jimmy?

He says he's powerless.

And it's true we won't help
Thomas by putting him in prison.

I wouldn't wish that
on any man.

Hah.

Imagine me feeling sorry
for Thomas.

Life is full of surprises.

You don't think
we should have waited?

No.

Why should your
delicious dinner be spoiled

just because Rose
has forgotten the time?

It's my fault.

I shouldn't have let her
out of my sight.

Nonsense.

You had stuff to see to.

ROSAMUND:
Talking of which,
how did you get on today

with your editor?

Oh.

Quite well, I think.

How about you, Matthew?

I was only running errands.

My main thing is tomorrow.

HOUSEMAID (in distance):
Tell her ladyship...

Mead, what is it?

Come on.

This is the driver
who took up Lady Rose

from outside
the house, m'lady.

I came back because she left
a scarf in the back of my cab.

How very good of you.

Go on.

Tell them why they sent
you up to the dining room.

I know where she is, ma'am.

Your maid downstairs said
you might like to hear.

Then she was right.

Where did she go?

First to Warwick Square.

To pick up a friend.

And then you took her on
somewhere?

Eventually.

I was sat outside
for the best part of two hours.

How very expensive.

When they came out, they said
they wanted to go to a club.

The Blue Dragon
on Greek Street.

And what sort of club is that?

Well...

You know.

That's the point.

I don't.

(playing jazz tune)

(laughing)

(giggling)

This is like the outer circle
from Dante's Inferno.

The outer circle?

EDITH:
There she is.

Heavens, what a transformation.

And that presumably
is the friend

she spent two hours with
in Warwick Square.

MATTHEW:
Let's not start down that track.

(music ends)

(applause)

Oh, my g...

How on earth
did you find me?

How do you do?

I am a cousin
of Rose's mother.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

This is
Terence Margadale.

Well, how do you do?

Please sit down.

Can you bring
some more glasses?

Tell me, where is
Mrs. Margadale?

She's in the country at the...

(laughing nervously)

Um...

Uh, Terence used to work
for Daddy,

so he's more of
a family friend, really.

EDITH:
Oh, so Cousin Shrimpie

will be pleased to hear
about him, will he?

No, please...

Why don't we dance?

MUSICIAN:
Ladies and gentlemen,
another song for you.

(music starts)

Now, look.

I think I can just about
get Rosamund and Edith

to keep their mouths shut
if you come back with us now

and have nothing more to do
with this man,

at least not until you are
out of our charge.

But you know, he's...

He's terribly unhappy,
and it's not his fault at all.

His wife is
absolutely horrid...

Married men who wish
to seduce young women

always have horrid wives.

I suggest you meet
Mrs. Margadale

before you come
to any final conclusions.

You're wrong.

He's in love with me.

He wants to marry me just as
soon as he can get a divorce.

And when will that be?

Well, you see,
it's terribly difficult...

Yes, I thought it might be.

Now are you going
to accept my conditions,

or do I throw you
to Lady Rosamund?

Why are you helping me?

I'm on the side
of the downtrodden.

MATTHEW:
Excuse me.

I rather like
Warwick Square.

Sort of Belgravia
without the bustle.

We haven't been there very long.

Rose is feeling rather tired,
so we're leaving.

Would you at least stay for a...

Well, no, no,
I'm... I'm glad she's staying,

but one forgets
about parenthood.

The "on and on"-ness of it.

Were you a very involved mother
with Robert and Rosamund?

Does it surprise you?

A bit.

I'd imagined them
surrounded

by nannies and governesses,
being starched and ironed

to spend an hour with you
after tea.

Yes, but it was an hour
every day.

I see, yes.

How tiring.

After the money turned up
from Mr. Swire,

things went back to normal.

Mr. Carson,
may I have a word?

I'll leave you.

Just one second.

Well?

When's Mr. Barrow leaving?

I'm not sure.

He's lost his job.

Why can't he just go?

I find it very awkward.

He made a mistake.

You're still in one piece.

Why do you have to be such
a big girl's blouse about it?

I'm sorry, Mr. Carson,
but I won't change my mind.

I suppose you know who's put him
up to this, Mr. Carson?

That Mr. Bates is
gobby, isn't he?

Why do you say that?

Well, everyone used
to talk about him

as if he could walk on water,
but he's got a mouth on him.

What did he say?

He was sticking up
for Mr. Barrow.

Is this because
of Mr. Carson

not giving him a reference?

I don't think it's right,
do you?

Yes, I bloody well do
think it's right!

You know nothing about it.

What's happened?

What did I say?

I shouldn't
get involved, dear.

If you'll take my advice,
I should stay out of it.

VIOLET:
Tell me, has there been
any progress with Ethel?

No.

I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but she doesn't want to go.

Not one of them was right?

One.

A Mrs. Watson.

But the house was near
where the Bryants live,

and to be honest,
I suspect that was the reason.

A chance to see little Charlie
from time to time.

Well, I can't blame her
for that.

Of course not.

But the Bryants would
be bound to find out,

which would only lead
to more heartbreak.

I'll write to you
as soon as I hear,

but it's extremely unlikely
there is anything wrong at all.

This may prove an expensive
journey for you.

May I ask you
a question, Dr. Ryder?

Has my wife been to see you?

I'm not aware of treating
a Mrs. Crawley,

but even if I had I could not
possibly comment on it.

Of course.

It's only...

I can't bear to think
of her being worried

when I know very well that if
anyone's to blame, it's me.

I'm not sure blame is a very
useful concept in this area.

Please believe me that
probability and logic indicate

a Crawley baby yowling
in its crib before too long.

Thank you.

Good-bye.

Good-bye.

Mrs. Levinson for Dr. Ryder.

This should buck you up.

Why did you go
without saying?

When I knew all along
it was me.

You know nothing
of the sort.

In fact, it was me.

What do you mean?

There was something wrong.

With...

Actually, I can't talk
about this sort of thing.

Even to you.

You sound like Robert.

Well, I am his daughter.

The fact is, it meant
a small operation.

What?

It's all right.

It was weeks ago.

That's why I've been
keeping you at arm's length.

(relieved sigh)

I thought you'd gone off me.

Anyway, today was just to see if
all is well, and he says it is.

He says I'm to get in touch
with him in six months' time,

but that I'll be pregnant
before then.

So now we can start
making babies.

I feel very guilty not telling
Susan about last night.

Mummy wouldn't understand.

Nor do I.

What were you thinking?

A respectable,
well-born young woman

going out
with a married man?

MATTHEW:
Rose knows that it all
depends on her behavior

for the rest of her stay.

One false step and I shall
personally telephone

Lady Flintshire.

Very well.

But I don't approve.

(sighs)

(engine stops)

EDITH:
Rose, you have obviously
read too many novels

about young women admired
for their feistiness.

Do you think they will
keep quiet?

I expect so,

as long as you stick
to your side of the bargain.

Even Cousin Rosamund?

She didn't like being made
to keep the secret.

EDITH:
Probably because she knows
that Granny would be furious.

(grunts)

You see how I turn it?

First this way,

and now that.

Alfred, what's the matter?

Nothing.

It's not easy about this
business with Mr. Barrow.

Well, why not take a turn
with Mr. Molesley's bat?

That'll put a smile
on your face.

Is Mr. Carson really not giving
Mr. Barrow a reference?

IVY:
But what will he do
if he hasn't got a reference?

He could always go abroad.

He might do well
in America, Mr. Barrow.

DAISY:
Seems a bit drastic.

Why should he go abroad?

Keep your nose out of it.

IVY:
Why won't someone tell us
what's going on?

Because you wouldn't
understand it.

I very much hope.

Why didn't Carson tell me?

He's the one who's being
undermined.

It's a very difficult subject
for him to discuss.

I can imagine.

But it's not as if
we didn't all know.

About Barrow.

That's what I said
to Mrs. Hughes.

I mean, if I'd shouted
blue murder

every time someone tried
to kiss me at Eton,

I'd have gone
hoarse in a month.

What a tiresome fellow.

It's not the boy's fault,
m'lord.

He's been whipped up, told
if he doesn't see it through,

we'll all suspect him
of batting for the same team.

Crikey.

But who'd do that?

Who's got it in for Barrow?

Miss O'Brien.

O'Brien?

I thought they were
as thick as thieves.

Not now, m'lord.

Now, I've spoken
to your mother.

She has a new plan
for when you leave here.

Aren't I going back to London?

Oh, no, no.

It's so horrid and dusty.

What is Mummy's plan?

They're opening Duneagle early.

You're to go there.

On my own?

No.

Your Aunt Agatha
will keep you company.

Alone in Scotland
with Aunt Agatha?

She can't be serious!

I know, I know,

Lady Agatha isn't much
of a party person, I admit.

This is all because I went up to
London to see Terence, isn't it?

How did she find out?

Who gave me away?

I don't know who Terence is.

Of course, it's not your fault,
Aunt Violet.

But they promised!

Don't shoot
the messenger, my dear.

I'm only relaying
your mother's orders.

You're to stay
for the cricket match

and head north the next day.

Perhaps I'll run away.

Not this time.

My maid
will travel with you

so you have someone to talk to
on the journey.

I won't be held
a prisoner forever.

No, one day you will be older
and out of our power.

But not yet.

Prison's changed you.

There was a time when nothing
was too bad for me,

as far as you
were concerned.

Prison has changed me.

You do know Miss O'Brien
is behind it.

I knew someone was.

Jimmy'd never think of it
for himself.

Doesn't it bother you that
she'll get away with it?

Not really.

Without a reference
after ten years here,

you'll never work again.

Not in England.

But elsewhere, maybe.

I've a cousin
in Bombay.

I might go there.

I like the sun.

There must be something you know
about Miss O'Brien

you can use against her.

You've heard of the phrase,
"To know when you're beaten"?

Well, I'm beaten,
Mr. Bates.

I am well and truly beaten.

Then give me the weapon
and I'll do the work.

What can I say

that will make her
change her mind?

It is not how we do things!

Many of the farmers'
families

have been at Downton
for as long as we have.

But we need to see more
profits from the farms.

Here we go!

Profit, profit, profit!

We cannot go forward
with no income.

ROBERT:
But why not tackle it
gradually?

Perhaps buy some time

by investing
your capital.

I hear of schemes
every day

that'll double whatever's put
into them or treble it or more.

Many schemes offer high rewards,
very few deliver them.

There's a chap in America,
what's his name, Charles Ponzi,

who offers a huge return
after 90 days.

Now, Harry Stoke has gone in
with a bundle...

Then Harry Stoke,
whoever he is, is a fool!

But if I could find out...

Robert, the last time you took
an interest in investment

you ruined the family!

Now, look here!

Robert's been the captain
of this ship long enough

to be entitled
to some respect!

He didn't mean to be
disrespectful.

He does a marvelous
impression of it.

BRANSON:
We are giving the farmers

a choice, that's all.

If they want to sell,
the larger units will let us

meet the challenges
of the modern world.

We need to build something
that will last, Papa,

not stand by and watch it

crumble into dust.

What about the tenants?

What about
the men and women

who put their trust in us?

Is this fair to them?

I don't believe so.

But isn't the most important
thing, for them or us,

to maintain Downton
as a source of employment?

So you're against me, too.

It seems to me your plan

adds up to carrying on
as if nothing's changed,

to spend Matthew's money
keeping up the illusion.

Then when we've fallen

into a bottomless pit of debt,

we'll sell up and go.

So yes, I believe
Matthew is right.

I see.

You seem to be agreed there's
no place for me in all this.

So obviously it's time for me
to take a back seat.

EDITH:
Hello, is that The Daily
Telegraph information desk?

(groans)

Yes, how can I help you?

I want to find out about
a London editor.

And who is that?

Michael Gregson
of The Sketch.

What would you like to know?

Just some general stuff.

His education,
what he's done since then.

Yes.

And a little about
his private life.

One moment, please.

But why here?

I don't like the idea of her
being our first visitor.

I want to be away
from the others.

I don't know why
you're doing this.

You don't even like Thomas.

Because I know what it is
to feel powerless.

To see your life slide away

and there's nothing you can do
to stop it.

Quite the orator.

Have you thought about
standing for Parliament?

(knock at door)

Oh, yes.

Very nice.

It'll be even better
with a bit of money spent on it.

Can I get you some tea?

If I'm staying long enough.

I don't know what it is
Mr. Bates wants to see me about.

You'll have time for tea.

Will that be all, ma'am?

There is one thing.

There was a letter delivered
by hand this afternoon.

It's from the Dowager.

She wants us to call on her
in the morning.

But why would she want me?

No doubt we will find out
in the morning.

Well, I am surprised to find

that you're a fan
of Mr. Oscar Wilde.

You've known about
Mr. Barrow all along,

so what's changed now?

Perhaps I've come
to my senses.

You mean you've found a way
to be even nastier than usual.

Oh, get back in the knife box,
Miss Sharp.

I want you to persuade Jimmy to
let Mr. Barrow have a reference,

so when he leaves here
he can start again.

Why would Jimmy
listen to me?

I won't do it.

I think you will.

(inaudible whispering)

I'm going.

Sort it out by this evening.

Or?

Or you'll find your secret
is no longer safe with me.

I'm just saying I think
you've made your point.

To let it go now would be
the gentlemanly thing to do.

You said that
if I let it go,

they'd think I was
up to the same thing.

That I wasn't a proper man.

If you'd done nothing, yes.

But this way
you'll come across

as merciful and not
vindictive, do you see?

I never wanted
to push it this far.

Then you'll be glad
to stop it.

You're sure I won't
be made to look a fool?

Far from it.

I think they'll hold you
higher in their estimation.

Ah, James.

Upstairs, please.

May I have a word with you
please, Mr. Carson,

before we go up?

But why London?

You've only just got back.

I've had some bad news,
that's all.

What sort of bad news?

MATTHEW:
Never mind.

It's not our business.

How's the cricket team
coming along?

We're still two short.

And you're still determined
not to play?

It's not that I won't play.

I can't play,
I don't know how.

CORA:
Stop twisting his arm.

Any news on the move, Tom?

We're going to miss
you both so much.

EDITH:
You told Matthew
not to twist his arm

and now you're doing
exactly the same thing.

I just think children
are happier in families.

I'm sorry, but I do.

Well, I'm glad
that's settled.

But I suppose Barrow
will have to go?

M'lord?

He's so good
at cricket.

I know we were
soundly beaten last year,

but he did get
most of our runs.

I thought we just wanted
him to have a reference

so he could find work
when he leaves.

I know, but now
that I think about it,

Carson ought to insist
that he stays on.

He needs to re-establish
his authority over James.

Couldn't Mr. Barrow just stay
'til after the match, m'lord?

And then go?

That seems rather unkind.

Wouldn't we be using him?

He might not want
to stay, m'lord,

after the unpleasantness.

I think he will.

But don't forget
the cricket.

I won't, m'lord.

See how my grip
is firm but tender?

Cherish the ball,
don't crush it.

Right, Gabriel...

Is it true
you've given in

and let Mr. Barrow
get away with it?

It was dragging
on and on.

At least this way,
we'll be rid of him.

I heard his lordship wants him
to stay for the cricket match.

And even if he does,
it won't be for much longer.

Then he'll get
his reference and go.

Good riddance.

I'm going over
to Windmill Farm

to see what we can do
with the outbuildings.

Would you like
to come with me?

I'm sure you can manage
on your own.

Aren't you going?

I'll meet him there later.

He's putting
a good face on it,

but you know he wants you
with him on this.

More than anything.

I should not serve him well.

I don't have the instincts

for what he
wants to do.

You mean you're
not a tradesman.

Your word, not mine.

Shall I tell you
how I look at it?

Every man or woman
who marries into this house,

every child born into it,

has to put their gifts
at the family's disposal.

I'm a hard worker and I have
some knowledge of the land.

Matthew knows the law
and the nature of business.

Which I do not.

You understand
the responsibilities

we owe to the people
round here,

those who work for the estate
and those that don't.

It seems to me if we could
manage to pool all of that,

if we each do what we can do,
then Downton has a real chance.

You are very eloquent.

You are a good spokesman
for Matthew's vision.

Better than he has been,
recently.

So you'll give us
your backing?

I'll think about it.

On one condition.

You play cricket
for the house.

You said it yourself:

we all have to do
what we can do.

Oh, for God's sake.

If it means that much to you.

Oh!

You didn't expect
to find me here.

No.

I thought the only person who
could tell us with any accuracy

the Bryants' response

to Ethel's working nearby
were the Bryants themselves.

Lady Grantham
wrote to me,

explaining your wish.

Well, it was only
that Mrs. Watson

had answered
the advertisement...

I know the circumstances.

Just as I know that
you would like to see

how Charlie's getting on.

As it happens,
I've been uncomfortable

about keeping a mother
from her son.

And although I would not
want to confuse him

until he's much older,
if then...

You wouldn't have
to confuse him.

I've already worked it out.

I'm his old nanny
who was employed by you

when he was first born.

But what about when he talks
about you to Mr. Bryant?

You will please leave
Mr. Bryant to me.

Now Ethel,

you must write
to Mrs. Watson today

and get it settled.

And I'll be able
to see Charlie.

It won't be easy.

It'll be easier
than not seeing him.

Very much easier.

And if Mr. Barrow is
to stay on, what would he be?

My valet?

You can make him
under butler.

Then your dinners
will be grand enough

for Chu Chin Chow,

and he can apply to be a butler
when he does leave.

But that would make him
my superior.

I don't know.

Under butler, head valet.

There's not much in it.

MRS. HUGHES:
The question remains.

How do we convince James?

Well, it's his lordship
who wants Mr. Barrow to stay on,

so I think his lordship
can bring it about.

Is this worth it?

I've no time to learn anything.

Shouldn't I just trust
to beginner's luck?

Certainly not.

I want you to profit
from my skills

in gratitude for bringing
Robert round.

Not completely.

Not yet.

Elbow up.

You won't make a gentleman
of me, you know.

You can teach me to fish,

to ride and to shoot,

but I'll still be an Irish Mick
in my heart.

So I should hope.

There!

See?

You're getting the hang of it.

EDITH:
I'm sorry

if this is inconvenient.

It's unexpected,
not inconvenient.

I suppose I'd better
just say it.

Please do.

I had the impression on my last
visit that you were flirting,

giving signs that
you found me attractive.

If I am wrong,
then I apologize.

You're not wrong.

But since then,
I have discovered

that you are in fact married.

Yes.

I'm afraid I find the idea

of a married man flirting
with me wholly repugnant,

so you'll see I must hand in
my resignation at once.

No, it's true I am married,

but I hope you will
allow me to explain.

Explain what?

I am familiar with the
institution of marriage.

Yes.

But not with this one.

My wife is in an asylum,

and she has been
for some years.

Lizzie was a wonderful person
and I loved her very much.

It took me a long time
to accept

that the woman I knew was gone
and wouldn't be coming back.

Then why haven't you got
a divorce?

I can't.

A lunatic is not deemed
responsible.

She's neither the guilty
nor the innocent party.

It means that I'm tied
for the rest of my life to a...

a mad woman...

who doesn't even know me.

I can't begin to tell you
how much it cheers me

to read your column and...

and to meet when we do.

I hope very much you'll
consider staying on.

Heads.

(applause)

Yes!

I'm glad everything's
settled with Ethel.

But I trust you can find
another cook

without too much difficulty.

Preferably one with
a blameless record

so my house ceases to be
a topic of gossip,

which is really what
this is all about.

Oh, if Ethel wants to be part
of her son's life,

even a little part,
who are we to stand in her way?

Of course, if you had had
to sell Charlie to the butcher

to be chopped up as stew
to achieve the same ends,

you would have done so.

Happily, it was not needed.

Huzzah!

(applause)

Well shot, sir.

Well played, Barrow.

Thank you, Your Lordship.

Excellent innings.

I thought I was helping him get
out of our lives for good.

Now he ranks higher than I do.

I've been a damn fool.

By the way, what was
that phrase he gave you

to say to Miss O'Brien?

You can tell me now, surely?

If you keep it under your hat.

It was, "Her ladyship's soap."

What?

I can't make any sense
of it either,

but that's what he said.

"Her ladyship's soap."

And it worked.

It's down to you, Molesley.

Last man in.

We're in good shape
thanks to Barrow,

but we could do
with a bonus.

Don't worry about me, m'lord.

I'll show them
a thing or two.

That's the spirit.

Well done,
Papa.

Well, I did my best.

We'll just have
to hope it's enough.

Anna says we are to expect
great things of Molesley.

Ah.

Out!

Well bowled.

As usual, our expectations
are disappointed.

Let's have some tea.

Who gave me away?

Was it you?

Certainly not.

Because in case
you don't know,

I'm being sent north tomorrow
with a monster for a jailer!

Well, what did she expect?

Carrying on with a married man,
as if her home were in a tree.

Granny, who told you?

How could you
have done that

after you promised?

But Mama said
you told her!

I just filled in
the details.

I never said a word.

Have you
tricked me, Mama?

Tricked?

I am not a conjuror.

I only did what was necessary

to preserve the honor
of the family.

In other words,
you tricked me.

James.

You put up a very good show
out there.

Well done.

Thank you, m'lord.

As a matter of fact,
I wanted to thank you

for your generosity
with Barrow.

Letting him stay on shows
a real largeness of spirit.

Stay on?

Mr. Barrow's staying on?

As under butler.

I was given the impression
you'd allowed it.

I allowed him to have a decent
reference for when he left.

But you won't mind
too much, will you?

Oh, and by the way,

congratulations on your
appointment as first footman.

What?

Thank you, m'lord.

Very much.

Lord Grantham, I believe?

The same.

We're looking for
a Mr. Alfred Nugent, m'lord.

And you are?

Inspector Stanford
and Sergeant Brand, York Police.

Alfred can't have got
into trouble with the police?

That's not possible.

He's made a complaint concerning
a Mr. Thomas Barrow

making an assault
of a criminal nature

on another
of your employees.

That is a very serious
allegation.

It is, m'lord.

Serious enough to bring us here
to interrupt your cricket match.

If you'd like to point out
the young gentleman?

He's over...

I'll fetch him.

We'll go...

I think it's better

if you leave it
to his lordship.

I'm sure he can get
to the bottom of it.

But I know what I saw, m'lord,
and it weren't right.

I am not asking you to abandon
your beliefs, Alfred.

Just to introduce a little
kindness into the equation.

Am I not to stand up
against evil?

Evil?

Thomas does not choose
to be the way he is,

and what harm
was done, really,

that his life should be
destroyed for it?

Well...

Let he who is without sin
cast the first stone.

Are you without sin, Alfred?

For I am certainly not.

Sorry about your son,
Mr. Molesley.

Don't be.

He talked
such a lovely game.

He could always talk
a good game of cricket.

He just couldn't play it.

Just as I thought.

There's been a mix-up.

Alfred here witnessed
some rough-housing

between two of the staff
and misinterpreted it.

But why did you make
the telephone call

without checking
your facts?

I'm very much afraid to say
he was a bit squiffy,

weren't you, Alfred?

I made the call before I knew
what I were doing.

I'd been at the cider.

You what?

Oh, I think we can
overlook it this once,

don't you, Carson?

ROBERT:
So you see, I'm afraid

there's really nothing
to investigate.

I am terribly sorry
to have wasted your time.

Would you care to have
some tea?

No, thank you,
Lord Grantham.

I think we've got
the measure of it.

Good luck with your match.

Where's Nanny?

MARY:
Gone to get some
baby paraphernalia.

Shall I tell her
you're looking for her?

No.

No, I'll be here anyway.

You're very good to play.

I don't know why I made
such a fuss about it.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

If I were to say I'd live
with you while Sybbie's little,

and that we wouldn't move out
until she's older,

would you mind?

I should be delighted.

And I know it's
what Sybil would want.

I think you're right.

Tom says Robert's ready
to get behind the plan.

I'm glad.

So we'll be building
a new kingdom

while we make
our little prince.

I'm looking forward
to both enormously.

CLARKSON:
Right, gentlemen.

Time's up.

We're about to start again.

I hope I can count on you not
to laugh when I drop the ball.

You can always count on me.

I know that.

I didn't think it was possible
to love as much as I love you.

ROBERT:
Matthew, hurry up!

You're keeping
everyone waiting!

I've got to go.

Of course you have.

Tom seems to think
you might be coming round.

He's brought me round,
more like.

But yes, all right.

Let's give it a go
and see what the future brings.

Thank you.

Catch it!

(cheering)

(chuckling)

Great stuff.