All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S04E04.Episode.4.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(bell ringing)

(birds chirping)

Why didn't you wait for me?

I wanted to finish these
before breakfast.

Is it something I've done?

No, not anything.

Nobody's done anything.

THOMAS:
Blimey!

What happened to you?

Leave her alone.

I fell.

I cut my lip.

CARSON:
Now, if either of you need help

to carry things down,
just ask.

Alfred and James
will be glad to help.

That's good to know.

What was that, James?

Nothing, Mr. Carson.

I'd better go up.

Lady Mary hasn't rung yet.

I've things to do.

How was Anna when you lent her
that dress last night?

How should she be?

She told me she'd fallen
and cut her lip,

but I wondered if it might be
more serious than that.

She's always one
to minimize things.

I'm sure I don't know anything
you don't know.

(bell rings)

What's the matter with
everyone this merry morn?

I always think there's something
rather foreign

about high spirits
at breakfast.

Now I shall be supervising
the departure,

if anyone wants me.

Well, Mr. Gillingham,

I hope you haven't
forgotten anything.

On the contrary,
Mr. Carson,

I shall remember this visit
for a long time to come.

Good-bye, Lord Grantham.

And thank you very much
for everything.

Oh, nonsense.

I'm the one who should be
thanking you.

You look as if you're glad
to see the back of us.

No.

You've been kind to me,

but I'm afraid I haven't been
much fun to be with.

Grief's odd, Tom.

When the Duke died,
it made me terribly clumsy--

I kept dropping
and breaking things--

but it was because
it felt disloyal

to manage anything properly
without him, do you see?

But you could manage.

Yes, I could.

And so can you.

I wonder.

The trouble is that I'm not
really "out" and all that,

but it should be possible.

I don't think people care
about those rules,

not like they used to.

Well, I don't.

The luggage is
loaded, m'lord.

It's nice to see
you're well looked after.

It seems rather ungrateful,

but I can't pretend
I really like him.

Then again, I'm lucky
to have anyone nowadays.

You said it.

Oh, I'll just say good-bye
to Tony Gillingham.

Don't interrupt them,
not yet.

Are you sure we can't meet?

I'm sure you're much too busy,
and I'll be chasing my tail.

In other words, no.

ROBERT:
I'm afraid you'll have
to get started.

They won't hold the train.

Not even for you?

Not for me,
nor for you either, Duchess.

Not these days.

You look very earnest.

I'm just on my way to convince
the board of the merits

of an out clinic

so people can come early
for treatment.

I don't suppose...

Don't suppose what?

I could do
with some extra help.

I know you always suspect me

of trying to get you
back into harness,

but, uh...

Well, it would leave a nurse
free for other duties.

I'll think about it.

I will.

I promise.

The tax people
have had a cancellation,

so they can see us
on Wednesday at noon,

but I think we should
go up tomorrow.

I wouldn't like to risk
being late.

And you don't
want me to come?

There's no point
in you all going.

It's not that you're afraid I
might put the case for selling?

It's not a question
of putting the case.

They don't care
how they get their money

so long as they get it.

I'll ask how long
they can give us

and what scale of payment
they'll accept.

Then I'll report back.

And we'll make
a decision together.

But I will try
to persuade you.

Even though you'd be dragging
a debt behind you for 20 years?

I don't care, not if Downton

is self-sufficient
by the end of it.

I can see I'll spend the rest of
my life paying by installments.

Papa, you are always saying that
we're not the owners of Downton,

but the caretakers.

Very well--
let's take care of it.

Aunt Rosamund said
we can stay with her.

You don't mind keeping an eye
on the children, do you, Mama?

ROSE:
Is this London?

When are you going?

Can I come?

Tomorrow,
and I don't see why not.

Nor me.

Will you meet Tony Gillingham
while you're there?

I don't think so.

Why should I?

I just thought
you might.

Don't be
transparent, Mama.

It doesn't suit you.

I thought you might
come down to see me.

After last night...

Look, Edna, I blush to admit it,
but I was very drunk.

So you're not going
to deny it?

Of course not.

And if I behaved badly,
I am sorry.

You'll just have to put it down
to our low spirits

and self-indulgence.

I suppose you're so cold because
you're ashamed of what you did.

I'm neither cold nor ashamed.

But as I say,
if I made a mistake,

then I'm sorry.

I dare say we both are.

What are you making there?

Feuilletés.

What's that
when it's at home?

Puff pastry layers
with asparagus.

And I'm doing
the Hollandaise.

Do they really
like that stuff,

or do they order it
just to show off?

We don't all have to live off
battered fish and meat pies.

It's the first thing
Mrs. Patmore's trusted me with.

First big thing.

I'm quite nervous.

So you should be.

Mess it up, and it's
back to kindergarten.

(door opens)

What are you doing?

You can't treat
a poor girl like this.

Like what?

To use her one minute
and to cast her aside the next.

I've said I'm sorry...

Yes, you're sorry.

I know.

But suppose I'm pregnant.

What will you do then?

Don't be ridiculous.

You can't be pregnant.

It's not as easy as that.

But it is.

Just as easy.

What's the point
in talking about it now?

You won't know for weeks.

Because I must be sure
that you'll marry me

if I'm carrying your child.

I need to know that
you won't cast me off,

that you'll be a man of honor
if it comes to it.

And don't say
I'm not good enough.

If you were good enough
for Lady Sybil Crawley,

then I'm good enough for you.

Don't speak her name.

You weren't so severe
last night.

All I need is your word
that you'll marry me

if there's a baby.

Don't worry.

If it happens,

I mean to make a go
of being your wife.

I won't hold you back.

You won't have any regrets.

I am already full of regrets.

There is nothing
but regret in me.

Did you enjoy
the concert?

I did.

It was a great treat
to hear Melba in person.

Mmm.

And the evening
generally?

You mean did I find it hard
to see Mary come alive again?

Yes, I did, I confess it.

But I don't think my feelings
are at all defensible.

They are defensible to me.

But it's immoral to react

in such a jealous
and selfish way.

Well, if we only had
moral thoughts,

what would the poor
churchmen find to do?

I'm fond of Mary.

I love her.

I don't want her to be
alone and unhappy.

It makes no sense,
even to me.

I don't criticize
either you or her.

But I hope you find a way

to make friends
with the world again.

When we get to London,

would you mind helping
Lady Rose?

We can't take Madge
off Lady Edith.

Anna, are you all right?

Yes.

Only you've been very quiet.

Will that be all, m'lady?

Yes, I suppose so.

Very good, m'lady.

I telephoned Rosamund.

I thought Mary
was doing that.

Yes, but I wanted
to speak to her.

That's a first.

She'll give
a little dinner.

What about Tom?

She said she won't mind
if he wants to be included.

Who could resist
such a love call?

She'll ask that young man
for Rose,

so it won't be too obvious.

It'll be pretty obvious.

Do you think something
might come of it?

CORA:
Probably not,
but I wouldn't mind if it did.

After all, being a family
means welcoming new members.

Don't you agree,
Braithwaite?

I think anyone would be lucky

to be a part
of this family, m'lady.

That's nice.

Thank you.

ROBERT:
Aren't we encouraging
a nation of hypochondriacs

if they're to rush to a doctor
at every twinge?

On the contrary,
I think it encourages people

to look after themselves
and not become a burden.

So you mean to help?

A little.

Just to provide
some free labor.

No more than that.

I wish someone would provide me
with some free labor.

Oh?

Lloyd George
would never allow it.

Rosamund is so looking forward
to seeing you.

EDITH:
Poor Aunt Rosamund.

We use her like an hotel.

MARY:
She enjoys it.

It gives her
a surrogate real life.

What do you think, Tom?

Do you think she minds?

Tom?

I'm sorry,
what were you saying?

I'd far rather know
what you were thinking.

(laughs)

Let me taste it.

Go on, then.

It's like eating paper.

Thank you.

I mean it.

Do you really care
about this stuff?

I want to be a good cook.

I want a skill.

Why shouldn't I?

You sound like Alfred.

Well, what do you want?

To have a good time.

To see the world.

To meet beautiful women
and spend money

and drink champagne.

You can't make a career
out of that.

Some people do.

I want a life that's fun.

I wish I was more like you.

I should report you
to Mrs. Patmore.

Report me for what?

You know.

No, he does not know,
and nor do I.

What don't you know?

Why everyone's making
such a fuss over my cooking.

Because you did well, Ivy.

They're not very hard.

They're hard enough
for a beginner,

as you ought to remember.

Yes, but Ivy moves so fast
for a beginner, don't she?

It's just one night.

We'll be back for dinner
on Wednesday.

I'll miss you...

Don't!

I'm sorry.

I'm just tired.

(clears throat)

And before you ask,
you've done nothing wrong.

I must have done
something wrong.

You won't talk to me,
you won't look at me,

I can't come near you.

We're in each other's pockets.

We live together,
we work together.

Sometimes I think
it's just too much.

CARSON:
There's not a lot to say.

We worked in a few theaters
together.

She had a singing act
with her sister.

"The Lark and the Dove,"
they were called.

Which was she?

The dove, I suppose.

Her sister had the voice
but Alice was a gentle soul,

a sweet and a gentle soul.

And you were courting?

Well, you know
how it was then.

Not like today.

You were lucky if you got
to walk them to the corner.

But you wanted to marry her.

So much I could taste it.

I know.

"Where is that young man now,
so full of passion?"

Anyway, she chose Charlie
and that was that.

But what's changed?

He told me that
she regretted it.

That she wished
she'd chosen me.

She's dead now
and so it doesn't matter,

but that's what she said.

I disagree.

It matters a lot.

The woman you loved
loved you.

But it doesn't change anything.

It changes you
from where I'm looking.

(knocking)

You're busy.

No, no, no.

I'll say good night.

Good night, Mr. Carson.

(door closes)

What is it?

When I get back from London,
I want to move back upstairs.

What?

Why, for Heaven's sake?

Because I can't...

I can't let him touch me.

But whatever happened was not
Mr. Bates's fault, surely?

Of course not.

He is without fault,
and that's the point.

I'm not good enough
for him, not now.

But why say that?

Because I think that somehow,
I must have made it happen.

Stuff and nonsense!

You were attacked
by an evil, violent man.

There is no sin in that.

But I feel dirty.

I can't let him touch me
because I'm soiled.

Anna, I've been thinking.

We must go to the police.

No!

But suppose
you're with child.

What will you do then?

I'll kill myself.

I won't listen to that.

No man should be able
to do what he did

and get away with it.

And when Mr. Bates
has killed him,

will you come with me
to the prison

when my husband is hanged?

But the poor man's heart
is breaking for not knowing.

Better a broken heart
than a broken neck.

So can I have a room, please?

You can.

You must wait
until there's some reason

for you to give Mr. Bates,

but I wish you would decide
that honesty is the best policy.

In the meanwhile,

try to take a break from it
while you're in London.

There can be
no break from it.

Come and talk to me
while I'm cleaning them.

I've got work to do!

Five minutes.

(door closing)

MRS. PATMORE:
Ivy can make the savory
for tonight.

There's only three of them;
it'll be good practice.

What about me?

Collect the trays
from the nursery

and make the pancakes
for the pudding.

Put them in the steam warmer.

Have you seen this?

What?

They're setting up
a training school

at the Ritz Hotel in London
in honor of Monsieur Escoffier.

Just for a few candidates.

And how much will it cost?

Nothing.

"If they pass the test,

"they'll get free training
with a basic wage

and the chance
of a job after."

They'll have
two examinations a year.

You could do that, Daisy.

Are you trying
to get rid of me?

Where's Ivy?

She ought to see it.

She's around here somewhere.

She's in the boot room.

(gasps)

(men and women laughing)

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,
but Anna couldn't find...

Oh.

I hope I'm a surprise
and not a shock.

Well, you're certainly
unexpected.

I thought I'd get up a small
party, just an informal one.

You remember
Sir John Bullock?

He and Lord Gillingham
have just been staying with us.

Cora said it had been
a success.

I think it's so clever
of you both to be free

at such short notice.

They brought your message
to my club.

I thought I had an evening
of cards and whisky ahead,

so it was a very welcome
change of plan.

And what about you?

Well, I canceled what I was
supposed to be doing.

I hope Miss Lane Fox
didn't mind.

Don't punish me for wanting
to see you again.

ROSE:
John's got a marvelous idea
for later on.

Haven't you?

After dinner, I thought
I could take you all

to hear the new band
at the Lotus Club.

If you'll let me?

You and Mary can be
my chaperones,

so what could be more proper?

It isn't too jazzie,
Lady Rosamund.

Just a club
with a good dance band.

We can keep the young in order.

That's if you like

the sound of it?

ROSE:
Please say yes, Mary, do.

It's such eons
since we've had any fun.

What about you, Tom?

I'll stay here
with Lady Rosamund.

Oh, I was thinking
I might go, too.

That settles it.

Tom can come as
Aunt Rosamund's partner.

Well?

I give in.

(band playing dance music)

(applause)

Some more champagne over here!

I don't really need
any more.

Nonsense!

How are we supposed
to keep going

if we're not
properly fueled?

I can keep going.

I'm afraid his evening
of cards and whisky

had already begun when he got
your aunt's invitation.

(laughing)

* Still it holds
a goodly share of bliss... *

I hope you don't mind
my ambushing you like this.

It was Mama and Aunt Rosamund
who ambushed me.

And I'm glad you came.

Really?

Absolutely.

When I'm at Downton,
I feel so weighed down,

as if I were stuck at school
for the rest of my life.

But tonight,
you've made me play truant.

And I like it.

* They bring the flowers
that bloom in May *

* So if it's raining...

Can I see you again
before you go?

How?

The meeting's at noon

and then we go
straight to the station.

Oh.

And anyway, you've told me
you're engaged to be married.

Almost engaged.

Almost is good
enough for me.

And even if you weren't,

the truth is I'm not ready,
and I won't be for some years.

I don't believe that.

Don't misunderstand me.

It's been lovely,
here and at Downton.

I feel quite refreshed.

But now it's time to go back
to real life again.

And that doesn't
include me.

How could it?

* Whenever April showers
come along. *

When I go through
these books,

I can tell I've got
some big gaps.

Well, make a list
and we'll see what we can do.

You'll help, won't you?

'Course.

I just think it's a shame
if Alfred has to go.

We don't know
they'll even test me,

let alone offer me a place.

I couldn't go to London, me.

Oh, you could.

If London was right for
the next step in your journey.

Are you sure
you want to be a chef?

Not this chef business again.

Oh, just because
you have no dreams.

I have dreams.

But they don't involve
peeling potatoes.

(laughs)

That's it, I'm off to bed.

Me, too.

Good night,
Mrs. Patmore.

You must help him, Daisy.

Although it'll be hard,

it'll be better
if you part friends.

I promise.

One moment of nastiness,

and I'll be paying
for the rest of my days.

Maybe it's good
if he goes.

Sometimes you can spend
too long on a one-sided love.

* I see a light
in your eyes... *

So how are you
enjoying it?

What?

Being a member
of the family Crawley.

They've been kind to me.

Kinder than I deserve.

Oh, I'm sure that's not true.

It is true--
too true.

(yelling gleefully)

Um...

Should we sit down?

Aunt Rosamund's gone back
to the table.

Do you think we should go?

Absolutely not!

Oh, um, please...

We're making a show
of ourselves.

Let's put on a great show!

(laughing)

ROSE:
People are looking at us.

Good!

Let them see how it's done!

Oh, my...

Are you all right?

Oh, um...

He's not normally like that.

Oh, Mary.

I don't think he is.

I don't know him that well.

I should keep it that way.

I really am all right now.

Thank you.

You've saved my face.

Jack Ross
at your service.

I'm Rose MacClare.

How do you do?

Rose.

I've been sent
to fetch you.

Uh...

Well, if your friends
are waiting...

I'm so sorry.

This is my cousin,
Tom Branson.

This is Mr. Ross.

He rescued me
from deep humiliation.

(laughs)

We should be going.

There was no need
to be rude.

I wasn't rude.

Where's John?

I should think
he's gone home.

Well, have we all
had enough?

I hope he paid the bill
before he left.

Honestly.

If it hadn't have been
for Mr. Ross...

You looked as if you were
having quite an adventure

with your gallant
band leader!

He was terribly nice, and...

* A rose by any other name...

And John had made me look
such a fool...

* A violet renamed
would still be blue... *

* The daffodil
will grow in spring *

* No matter what
you call the thing *

* So what's in a name?

* The grass is always greener
on the other side... *

I'm going up.

I'll come with you;
I'm whacked.

I'm assuming
Sir John Bullock

has blotted
his copybook for you?

Oh, I don't know.

Doesn't everyone deserve
a second chance?

Not everyone, no.

Things have come
to a pretty pass

when you have to be rescued
by a black bandleader.

I was jolly pleased
anyone wanted to rescue me,

and so would you have been.

What's the matter?

You've been in a glump
all day.

If I told you,
you'd despise me.

It may surprise you to hear that
I said that to someone once.

But I did confess
in the end,

and it made things a lot better.

Well, I couldn't say it.

Not to you.

Then find someone
you can tell.

It will help
more than you know.

And on that modest note,
good night.

Good night.

(humming)

I'm glad someone's
cheerful.

Although I'm surprised
it's you.

Why?

Well, you were very down
in the mouth

when you were talking
to Mr. Branson the other day.

You think you can read me
like a book, don't you?

I pride myself on keeping
my eyes open, yes.

Oh, you'll need to keep
your eyes open

and your ears too,
where I'm concerned.

Meaning?

Meaning there'll come a day

when you'll be glad
you kept in with me.

(humming)

Hello James, Alfred.

Rose, Anna needs to use
your curling irons.

All right,
I'll tell Madge.

Mine are broken.

Of course.

You're back.

Good.

How was it?

All right.

Lady Mary seemed quite pleased.

Come here.

I'd better get on.

Kiss me. Please.

Or tell me what's happened.

One or the other.

Don't bully me.

Anna, you're upset.

You're unhappy
and I don't know why.

You say it's not me.

Well, I hope that's true.

But there is a reason, and
I need to find out what it is.

I won't press you now,
if it makes things worse.

But in the end, I will find out.

(door closes)

CARSON:
Anna.

Could you tell Lady Mary
Lord Gillingham is here?

Lord Gillingham?

But we just saw him
in London.

Well, he's come back.

Is his valet with him?

I mean, is he staying?

She'll want to know.

He doesn't seem to be.

Now, will you give her
the message, please?

Well, this is a sorry tale.

Damn right it is.

And it's all my fault.

Not "all," but it is
partly your fault.

There's no point
in denying that.

And you expect me
to help you with it?

I couldn't think
of anyone else to turn to.

Not the most flattering
invitation I've ever known.

The question is,

what's to be done?

Should I speak to her again?

Should I beg?

We've not quite come to that.

It is you.

When Anna told me,

I thought there must be
a mistake.

How did you get here?

On the same train as you.

But I was traveling
in Third.

Why?

Because I didn't want to speak
to you in a railway carriage

with, you know, Tom
and everyone else listening.

Would you like some tea?

Yes, if I may.

I assume you're going to give me
an explanation at some stage?

It's not complicated.

I have made a long journey
to ask a short question.

Will you marry me?

Tony, you don't know me.

How can you say that?

We've known each other
since we were children.

Yes, but with a very long gap
in the middle.

We only met properly
a few days ago,

and now you want to spend
the rest of your life with me?

Yes.

That's exactly what I want.

I love you, Mary.

And there must be a way
to convince you.

(door opens)

Ah, James.

Could you bring us
some tea?

Very good, m'lady.

(door closes)

Look, I never met Matthew,

but I'm sure he was
a splendid chap.

He was.

But he's dead and I'm alive.

We're good together, Mary.

We could be so very happy,
if you'd let us.

And Miss Lane Fox?

I like Mabel.

A lot.

I even think that
I could come to love her.

But I'm not in love with her
as I am with you.

You fill my brain.

I see you when
I close my eyes.

I can't stop thinking
about you:

where you are,
what you're doing.

You're very persuasive.

Then be persuaded.

I only wish I could...

Not now,
if you don't want to.

You take as long as you need:
two years, three.

Just so long as I know

that you're going
to marry me in the end.

(door opens)

Tony?

Why on earth are you here?

Did you leave something behind?

No, I had some business nearby,
so I thought I'd look in.

Are you staying?

Yes, if you don't mind.

I've brought a bag
on the off chance.

And your man?

I didn't want
to make a fuss.

It's only one night.

I can't stay here
much longer.

Nanny's bringing down Sybbie
in a moment.

It won't take long--
she's coming now.

(knocking)

I see.

What do you see?

Well, I know now
why you sent for me.

You're going to gang up on me
and try to pay me off.

Why would we
pay you off?

Well, if I'm pregnant.

But I want my baby
to have a father

and I won't change my mind
about that,

however much you offer.

I wasn't planning
to make an offer.

Because there is no child.

What?

You can't know that.

Nobody can.

But I do know that,
actually.

Edna's not pregnant.

Do you think she would have
let herself get pregnant

before she was
sure of you?

And she knew
how to prevent it.

Why else would you buy
this book of instructions?

Marie Stopes,
Married Love.

Though in your case,

it was unmarried love,
wasn't it, dear?

You've been through my things.

What if I'd agreed to marry her
and there was no baby?

Once you'd agreed,

she would have got pregnant,
don't you worry.

I don't know whom
she would have selected

as the father,

but no doubt she had
a candidate in mind.

What proof have you got?

Oh, none at the moment.

But if you persist
in your lie,

I'll summon the doctor
and have him examine you.

You can't force me.

Oh yes, I can.

First, I'll lock you
in this room.

Then when he's arrived,

I'll tear the clothes
from your body

and hold you down,
if that's what it takes!

Well, you can't stop me
from speaking to her ladyship.

No, you're right.

That I cannot do.

But if you want a reference

or another job
during your natural lifetime,

you'll hold your tongue!

This is yours, I think.

But even with the book,

how did you know
she wasn't pregnant?

I didn't.

And the doctor couldn't have
told a thing yet, either.

But at least
we know the truth now.

What's the matter
with you?

Never mind.

I thought we were all about
to be dancing to your tune.

Do you ever wonder why people
dislike you so much?

It's because you are sly

and oily and smug.

And I'm really pleased
I got the chance to tell you

before I go.

Well, if we're playing
the truth game,

then you're a manipulative
little witch,

and if your schemes
have come to nothing,

I'm delighted.

Are you leaving Downton, then?

What's it to you?

Oh, plenty.

It's plenty to me.

CORA:
You won't believe
what's happened.

Braithwaite's
handed in her notice.

What? Why?

Family troubles.

Or so she says.

Are we living under a curse,

doomed to lose our lady's maids
at regular intervals?

Anna, did you know
about this?

Is anything the matter?

No, m'lord.

You seem very quiet lately.

I hope Bates
is behaving himself.

He never does anything else.

(chuckling)

Will that be all, m'lady?

Yes, thank you.

Did they tell you

Tony Gillingham's asked himself
for the night?

They have.

We must try not to read
too much into it.

Why are you in your rompers?

Tony only brought black tie.

He didn't think we'd be changing
if there was no one staying.

So another brick
is pulled from the wall.

Why is Lord Gillingham back
so soon?

That's the big question.

But we're very glad he is.

Not all of us, I imagine.

Are you ready to go?

Carson says the car's outside.

Oh, yes, I think so.

So you're off
in the morning?
I am.

It's such a pity we didn't
get Edith to wait a day.

Why did she go
to London, anyway?

I asked, but she assumed
an air of mystery.

Honestly, Papa.

Edith's about as mysterious
as a bucket.

She's gone to see
Michael Gregson.

That's the next thing
to look forward to.

I don't dislike him.

Oh, what a recommendation.

Good night, my dear.

Good night, Granny.

Good night,
Lord Gillingham.

Good night.

Good night, Isobel.

Good night,
my dear.

Good night,
Lord Gillingham.

I hope we see you
up here again before too long.

I hope so, too.

That was nobly done.

Mm-hmm.

She is a good woman,

and while the phrase is enough
to set one's teeth on edge,

there are moments
when her virtue

demands admiration.

I agree, although
I'm rather surprised

to hear you say it.

Not as surprised as I am.

(giggling)

GREGSON:
Well, Monk's left the coffee.

He's cleared off
'til the morning.

I hope that doesn't mean
we have to do the washing up.

No, no, no,
he'll do all that tomorrow.

He comes back at 8:00.

That's quite a discipline.

Why do you say that?

It reminds me
of Lady Warwick

having the stable bell
at Easton rung at 6:00,

so everyone had time
to get back to the right beds

before their maids
and valets arrived.

Isn't that apocryphal?

No, actually.

Papa and Mama
stayed there once

and they said it was
quite true.

Of course, they already were
in the right bed.

I don't know
why I said all that.

I hope I do.

Don't be silly.

Will you miss me?

Of course.

Is it really only a week
until you leave?

Mmm.

You haven't told me
if there's anything I can do

to keep things running
whilst you're in Munich.

Well, as a matter of fact

I've got something
I want you to sign.

It will give you some authority
over my affairs.

Come here.

What'll you do
when you get there?

Well, I thought
I'd write a novel.

Or try to.

I've always fancied myself
a novelist.

I've never had the time.

Now I've got nothing but.

How long is it
going to take?

I'm not sure.

I'll set the wheels in motion
as soon as I arrive

and we'll stop
when and if we hit a rock.

But the lawyers
are quite optimistic.

I thought lawyers
were never optimistic.

That's why it's a good sign.

Are we going out tonight?

Rose was talking about
the new band at the Lotus Club.

Mmm.

Well no, I hadn't planned
on going anywhere.

No?

No.

Michael, I...

Oh, my darling.

So I can move back in?

Edna's room
will be empty now

and if I'm to dress
her ladyship and Lady Mary,

I think it makes sense.

If that's what you really want.

I'm sorry it didn't work out
with Miss Braithwaite.

Not that I care much for her;

I'm sorry about the disruption
for her ladyship.

One of these days,
I'll tell you the whole story.

Then you'll be less sorry.

The truth is,
we were mad as hatters

to let her back in the house.

I've got a present for you.

It's for your desk.

What made you think of that?

It's good for you to be reminded
you once had a heart,

and it'll reassure the staff

to know you belong
to the human race.

This frame looks
expensive.

She was pretty, though,
wasn't she?

She was very pretty,
and I'm sure she was very nice.

And now you can look at that
and remember her.

You're right, Mrs. Hughes.

I will.

The business of life
is the acquisition of memories.

In the end,
that's all there is.

Thank you.

Bates, do you know anything
about why Braithwaite left?

I don't, m'lord.

They say she had
some troubles at home.

I hope it's not too much
for Anna.

Bates?

She wants to move back
into the house, m'lord.

She says she needs to if she is
to perform her duties properly.

Is something wrong
between you?

Yes.

But I don't know what it is.

She says it's nothing I've done,
but how can I believe that?

It must be my fault because
she is incapable of fault.

I don't know what to do.

There is no such thing
as a marriage

between two
intelligent people

that does not sometimes
have to negotiate thin ice.

I know.

You must wait until things
become clear.

And they will.

The damage
cannot be irreparable

when a man and a woman love
each other as much as you do.

My goodness.

That was strong talk
for an Englishman.

(birds chirping)

GILLINGHAM:
I don't really want
to go back to London,

but I suppose I have to.

That's after I get
your answer, that is.

I was wondering
how long it would take you

to get to the point.

Are you ready?

What happens
if I refuse?

We both know I must marry.

I don't need
to explain to you

how the system
we're trapped in works.

Please don't rush
into anything.

I won't make a fool
of Mabel.

It wouldn't be fair.

I'd break up with her for you

and I will credit her by saying
that she would understand.

She sounds rather fine.

If you don't want me,

then I think I'm honor-bound
to go through with it.

It's no good, Tony.

I can't.

I'm not free of him.

Yesterday, you said
I fill your brain.

Well, Matthew fills mine.

Still.

And I don't want to be
without him.

Not yet.

Can I ask one favor?

And then I really will go
and leave you in peace.

What is it?

Will you kiss me?

Please.

I will never love again
as I love you in this moment.

And I must have something
to remember.

Good-bye, Mary.

My darling Mary.

My prayers go with you
for everything that you do.

May I have a word,
your lordship?

Hmm?

If Miss Braithwaite
is not coming back,

I wondered if her replacement
had been decided on.

Not yet.

Only I have a candidate
I'd like to put forward

who I know very well
and is more than qualified.

ROBERT:
You must discuss it with her
ladyship when she comes down,

but I've no objection.

She's a little older
than Miss Braithwaite.

Well, that won't hurt.

Why do you say that?

No reason.

Where's Tony?

Has he gone?

He thought he'd said
all his goodbyes

and he wanted to catch
the half-past 9:00.

Are you ready?

Where are you going?

York, for estimates

to re-equip
the saw mill.

So will we be seeing
Tony Gillingham again?

I'm sure we will.

Eventually.

He was telling me
about Mabel Lane Fox.

Apparently,
they're getting engaged.

I imagine he'll be
very taken up with that.

Yes, I dare say.

Right.

I'll get my hat.

There you are.

Well, you don't look
too bad.

I thought you might be
a little the worse for wear.

Why should I be?

After only
two hours' sleep?

My maid saw you come in.

Aren't you going to tell me
what kept you out

until 6:00 in the morning?

Well, we...

Please don't say
you were talking

and you lost
all track of time.

Quite apart from the morality,

or lack of it
in this situation,

you do realize you are
taking a great risk?

You're trusting this man with
your name and your reputation.

He wants to marry me.

Of course I trust him.

As you trusted
Sir Anthony Strallan?

That was rather unkind.

Are you going
to tell Mama?

No.

You're a grown woman
and I'm not a spy.

But you're gambling
with your future, my dear.

Be under no illusions.

A lot may be changing,

but some things
will stay the same.

I'm not a bit sorry.

No, you don't look
sorry.

But you may find yourself
feeling very sorry later.

You seem more cheerful
than you were in London.

I am.

I took your advice.

I talked it over
and I'm off the hook.

So whatever it was,
it's gone away?

I think so.

I envy you.

Why?

Because I've just
done something

which I have a sneaking fear
I may regret

for a long time to come.