All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S04E05.Episode.5.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(bell ringing)

(birds chirping)

I don't know why you
always wait for me.

There's no need.

Because I want to be the first
to greet you every morning.

Well, as I said,
there's no need.

There's...

There's every need,
and I will keep it up

until you explain to me
what has gone wrong between us.

Explain what?

My life is perfect

and then in the space
of one day, it is nothing.

To me, that requires
an explanation.

Good morning,
Miss Baxter.

Hello, Mr. Bates.

Mrs. Bates.

I wondered
if you'd help me.

We will if we can.

It's my sewing machine.

I've no sockets
in my bedroom

and what with the sewing room
being in the laundry wing,

I wondered if Mrs. Hughes

might let me use it
in the servants' hall.

I should ask her
if I were you.

Yes, of course.

I'll do that.

What do you make of her?

I think she's nice.

Which prompts me to wonder what
she sees in our friend Thomas.

You know the old saying:
there's nowt so queer as folk.

We'll miss breakfast
if we're not careful.

Are you happy for us to be
teaching Alfred to cook?

It's Mr. Carson
you should ask.

Ask me what?

About the kitchen staff helping
Alfred to train for his test.

He's been accepted
for it, then?

Not yet, no.

But he'd like to be ready
if he is.

I suppose it's all right.

Alfred is a hard worker,
I'll give him that,

and if cooking's
his chosen path...

Good.

I was just checking I wasn't
inciting a revolution.

(bell ringing)

There we are, m'lady.

Now, I think I've
remembered everything,

but I'll just stay here
while you check.

It seems perfect,
but what's this?

Well, I know Americans

often drink orange juice
with breakfast,

so I thought you might like it.

That is so considerate, Baxter.

Thank you.

(door opens)

Good morning, m'lord.

Good morning.

You look very jovial.

Just Baxter reminding me
of times gone by.

You're pleased with her?

I am, thank heaven.

So what's your day looking like?

Tom and Mary have summoned me
to the library.

They have an idea.

I hope it's not something

you're going to fight about.

How can I answer that
when I don't know what it is?

So what you're saying is
if we find a job for the boy,

it will make a difference
to his mother.

Oh, a big difference.

If you really want
to help Mrs. Pegg,

this will be of more
practical use

than all the tea and sympathy
in the world.

Well, I don't need
anyone else here.

I know.

But would you talk to the head
gardener up at the Abbey

or maybe even
to old Lady Grantham?

She takes her garden
seriously.

You don't have to tell me that.

I'm sorry.

When's the funeral?

Tomorrow.

Will you go?

I will.

His forebears
have been tenants

since the reign
of George the third.

Be that as it may, the rent's
not been paid for ages.

We've served all the papers.

It's time to get on
with it.

You mean foreclose the lease
and farm the land ourselves?

That's what we discussed.

It's sad, though.

After such a long time
in the hands of one family.

The world moves on,
and we must move with it.

So you keep telling me.

Talking of the world moving on,
I suppose you've seen this.

"The engagement is announced
between the Viscount Gillingham

"and the Honorable
Mabel Lane Fox,

only child of the late
Lord Osweston."

Well, I must write
and congratulate him.

Now, let me get on.

But if it's electric,

aren't you worried it's going
to run away with itself

and sew your fingers
to the table?

I certainly hope not.

How do you operate it?

With a pedal under my foot.

Well, I don't think it has any
business in the servants' hall.

But there's no socket
in her room.

But she could take it over
to the laundry,

or better still,
chuck it out altogether.

Mrs. Patmore is not what
you'd call a futurist.

I think I'd got there already.

Anna.

I've forgotten something.

You must forgive me,
Mr. Bates.

I'm afraid I'm keeping Anna
too busy.

Would you like to have a try?

(laughs)

Anna?

I don't know why you must be
so hard on Mr. Bates.

At least you know now
there'll be no baby.

No.

Then can't you start
to get past it

and tell him something?

He'd know
if it wasn't the truth.

He sees through me.

He can read me
like a book.

I wish he could read you

and take you out
of this vale of shadows.

Don't you want to be
honest with him?

Of course I do.

But I know him.

I know what he'd do,
and I can't risk his future.

Well, it's your secret
and not mine.

But I think it's a mistake.

And you're sure you have
a feel for gardening?

I am, your ladyship.

I'm not a ladyship;
just Mrs. Crawley.

I don't know much now,

but I'm a grafter
and a quick learner.

I cannot make promises,

but I will try and find
something for you.

Thank you very much,
your ladyship.

(rings bell)

(door opens)

Will you show him out?

He's going to be
so disappointed

when he finds out
how ordinary I really am.

You're part of the family.

That's how the village
sees you.

It's not how the family
see me.

Oh, I'm not so sure
about that.

Lord and Lady Grantham

have always been as kind as they
can be, and I appreciate it.

But I am not one of them,
and that's the end of it.

Lord Grantham admires you
very much,

but if it serves you
to think yourself unloved,

then nothing I say
will make any difference.

I think that's rather harsh.

(sighs)

Lord Grantham.

It was a very good service.

Your father would
have been pleased.

Thank you.

Do you have far to go?

I'm staying
at Yew Tree Farm.

Of course.

Let us know
when you're ready to leave.

There's no hurry.

The thing is, m'lord,
I don't want to move out.

I want to take on
the tenancy.

What?

If it's still possible.

I'm sorry to be
the one to say it,

but I don't believe it is.

The notices
have been served.

The case is closed.

You mean you want to farm
the land yourself?

That it's all settled.

Mr. Drewe, it's no good
painting me as Simon Legree.

We gave your father
a long time to get straight

and left him in peace
at the end of his life.

He never told me
about the debt

or I'd have tried
to help him

because my ancestors
have farmed at Yew Tree

since the Napoleonic Wars.

Surely that's got
to mean something?

It means a great deal to me.

Then couldn't we talk
about it, m'lord?

Please?

Come tomorrow morning,
if you wish.

But I can't see
what good it will do.

DAISY:
Don't take it off too soon.

Let it bubble for a bit,
or you'll taste the flour.

So is this enough?

I'd say so, yeah.

Now put it to one side
while you check your casings.

My, my,
something smells good.

Alfred's making tarts
with an egg and cheese filling.

Ah, Bouchées de Fromage.

They could be tonight's savory.

Do you think?

I don't see why not.

I'll fetch the eggs.

Well done, Daisy.

It's very hard, Mrs. Patmore.

I feel like I'm helping him
to leave us.

So you are.

Which is just as it should be,
now he's decided to go.

So what's next?

We'll add egg and cheese
to the white sauce

if Mrs. Patmore doesn't mind.

I don't mind at all, Daisy.

You can help him enrich
the béchamel.

JIMMY:
Your ladyship.

M'lady.

EDITH:
Is that the afternoon post?

Is there anything for me?

There's just a couple
for his lordship, m'lady.

Were you expecting
something?

Not particularly.

I haven't heard from Michael
in a bit, that's all.

I expect he's busy.

(door opens)

CORA:
What have you
been up to?

I was writing
to Tony Gillingham.

Give him my regards.

Say we look forward
to knowing Miss Lane Fox.

EDITH:
I am surprised.

I thought he was
rather keen on you.

Not for the first time,

you've got the wrong end
of the stick.

(door opens)

Oh, I thought
you were Robert.

Is he back
from his funeral?

Not yet, I don't think.

While he's not here,
shall we discuss his birthday?

Oh, does he have
a birthday soon?

Fairly soon.

Do you have any plans?

Nothing beyond
his favorite food.

It's not a special one.

Why don't we have a party?

To cheer ourselves up.

A small one.

That'll be fun.

VIOLET:
But Maley may have a candidate

of his own that he wants
to bring forward.

So you do need extra help?

I suppose so.

The last boy went off
to a frightfully grand rectory.

Then will you take young Pegg?

He impressed me so favorably.

I wonder your halo
doesn't grow heavy.

It must be like wearing a tiara
round the clock.

Will you help him?

His mother would be
very grateful.

And so would I.

Yes, but your gratitude
never seems to last.

I've no sooner
said yes,

than you come back
with another request.

Will you?

Oh, very well, very well.

But he'd better turn out to be
all the things you say he is.

This came for you
in the last post.

Is that the letter that tells
you if they'll see you?

Yes, I think it must be.

Well, open it, then.

Oh, go on,
don't keep us in suspense.

I want it so much.

I can't bear to find out
I've not got it.

Give it to me, then.

Well, they are going
to test you.

They are?

But by 'eck,

it's the day
after tomorrow!

They don't give you much time.

Oh, this was posted
ten days ago!

It must have gotten lost.

BATES:
He'll be fine.

He knows his stuff.

'Course he does.

Doesn't he, Daisy?

He does, yeah.

What's this?

Alfred's got his test.

At the Ritz.

I'm happy for you, Alfred.

Anna...

(gong ringing)

That's the gong.

I shouldn't worry,
Mr. Bates.

She's got ever so much
on her plate.

Haven't we all?

I thought I'd get an extra
ten minutes in with George.

You can help me
with this.

Sybbie says there's going to be
a hurricane any moment now.

A hurricane?

Really?

In Yorkshire?

So we're getting all the animals
under shelter.

I'm sure you are.

Where's Nanny?

Collecting some clothes
from the laundry.

I said I'd stay with them.

She's so much more relaxed
than our Nanny ever was.

My childhood wasn't
anything like Sybbie's.

Nor mine, God knows.

Do you think she's having
a good childhood?

That we're doing well?

I think you're doing
your best for her,

if that's what you mean.

It isn't quite.

Uh-oh.

I think it's time
for the hurricane.

Oh!

Uh-oh!

(laughs)

IVY:
Bravo!

She's right!

I couldn't have
done better myself.

Now, take them up
and say you cooked 'em.

I couldn't.

Well, Mr. Carson
can say it.

JIMMY:
And what are they
supposed to do?

Hang out the flags?

Oh, don't grudge him
his success.

I don't.

I just can't see the fun
in a life chained to a stove.

CARSON:
Are the savories
ready to go up?

They certainly are.

I say, well done.

CORA:
We'll be sorry
to lose you, Alfred,

but I think you'll pass
your test.

Fingers crossed, m'lady.

When is it?

The day after tomorrow.

I'm going up in the morning.

Our best wishes go with you.

(clears throat)

I'm going up myself,
tomorrow.

Oh?

Just for the day

to visit Michael's
office.

I'll be back for dinner.

(sewing machine whirring)

All alone?

I seem to be.

I don't know why.

How are you getting on
with her ladyship?

Pretty well, I think.

You've done America
and praised Lady Sybil?

Have I not.

You name it, I've said it.

She'll be eating
out of your hand.

That's the intention.

No enemies downstairs neither.

That was Miss O'Brien's mistake.

Nobody liked her
so nobody told her anything.

They don't like you much.

That's why you're here.

To rectify that failing
on my part.

Is it true you've moved
into the house again?

Mrs. Hughes said so.

It seemed easier

when I was looking after
her ladyship as well as you.

But she has
her own maid now.

Why not go back
to the cottage?

I haven't got round to it.

Anna, if you're in difficulties,
I wish you'd tell me.

I'm not, m'lady.

Honestly.

I've come to say
goodbye,

and thank you
for all your help.

Just keep calm.

You know enough to do well
if you keep calm.

Very good luck, Alfred.

Is there anything I ought
to know about London?

There's quite a lot you ought
to know about London, dear.

And no time to tell it now,
or he'll miss his train.

This afternoon,
when her ladyship comes down,

I don't want any back chat.

She must see
everything is in order.

Everything neat and tidy.

What's happened
to your apron?

Why, what should...

Oh, my God.

What's that?

I must have caught it on a nail.

My other one's in the wash,

and her ladyship's
coming down later!

Oh, don't worry,
Miss Baxter'll sort that out.

Give it here.

All right.

I thought you wouldn't mind

if Alfred rode
in the front, m'lady.

He's catching
the same train.

Of course I don't mind.

We all wish you luck, Alfred.

I'm going to need it, m'lady.

It's his first trip
to London.

How exciting.

Exciting's one word for it.

You want to reverse the
foreclosure and take the lease,

but you still can't pay
all the arrears?

It doesn't seem
a very enticing offer.

I'll pay,
and it won't take long.

Even so.

I'm a Yorkshireman,
m'lord.

This is where I belong.

We've worked this land
in partnership with the Crawleys

for more than a century.

"In partnership
with the Crawleys."

I don't mean to be
impertinent.

I do not hear it
as impertinence.

We have been in partnership.

We're in partnership now
with all our tenants,

or we should be.

Then will you let me
come home?

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, m'lord.

I'll be at the farm.

Mr. Drewe.

I would prefer to report

that you are prepared to repay
the arrears in full.

I'll lend you
the difference myself.

You'd do that for me?

It won't be less
than 50 pounds.

I'll send a check
when I'm sure of the outcome.

You won't regret it.

No.

I don't think I will.

(knocking)

Do you think young Alfred's
got any chance

with this cooking thing?

I think he's got
more than a chance,

judging by what Mrs. Patmore
has to say on the subject.

Because I've got an idea

that might kill two birds
with one stone.

We'll be short of
a footman any day,

and Mr. Molesley
will be short of a job.

What say we deal with
the two problems together?

And solve both.

Exactly.

But would he do it?

Oh, would he do it?

When he's been mending roads
and delivering groceries

and lucky to get even that?

I'll say he'll do it.

I hope you're right.

I know I am.

You might have
talked it over with us

before you made up
your mind.

But I haven't.

I told him we'd think
about it, that's all.

Sounds to me as if
you've come to a decision.

If we don't respect the past,

we'll find it harder
to build our future.

VIOLET:
Where did you read that?

I made it up.

I thought it was rather good.

It's too good.

The one thing we don't want
is a poet in the family.

Would it be so bad?

The only poet-peer I am
familiar with is Lord Byron,

and I presume we all know
how that ended.

CORA:
So you'd let
Mr. Drewe stay on?

Since he wants
to repay the debt,

I think it only fair.

Besides, he talks
of the partnership

between the farmers
and the family,

and I like that.

Well, I think
it's splendid.

Says the Queen
of the Rebels.

Thank you.

And you agree?

Even though he has no right
to renew the lease?

No right legally, no.

But we think he has
a moral right.

It's a pity
it should be Yew Tree.

It would have filled a hole
in the land we're farming.

You've managed without it
'til now.

But you haven't said
what you think.

Which side are you on?

Well, the farmer's, of course.

I've not abandoned
all my Socialism

even though it feels like it
sometimes.

In this one and only instance,
I am glad to hear it.

MARY:
When will you tell him?

ROBERT:
There's no tearing rush.

We've a day or two
to talk it over,

and then you can tell him.

It's strange, standing here
next to you in silence.

Because I love you,

I want to find out
why you don't love me anymore.

You'd think we could
talk about it,

but apparently not.

But I don't...

I'm going into Ripon
this afternoon

to get some things
for Lady Mary.

If they miss me, I'll be
back before the gong.

Well, at least I know

you'll be back
before the gong.

Whoo! I can't get over
the speed of it.

I feel quite dizzy
watching.

I don't think it'll show.

Show?

It's better than it was
before I bought it.

Aw!

Thanks very much!

Her ladyship's
on her way down.

Another one roped
to the chariot.

I'm grateful for this job,
Thomas, and we both know why.

But what's it all about?

Well, there's going to be
changes at Downton.

There's bound to be.

I'm sure.

So I want to know about
any plans upstairs.

Any detail,
no matter how small.

Understand?

Did the other lady's maids
keep you informed?

Miss O'Brien, yes,
but we fell out.

What about Mrs. Bates?

Is she an enemy?

She knows
what's going on.

No, she's not an enemy.

But she's incorruptible,
so we have nothing in common.

She's also silent.

I shouldn't think I've had
four words out of her

since I arrived.

Just get them all to trust you
and tell you everything.

MRS. PATMORE:
Your ladyship,
how can I help?

I've come down
to persuade you.

I just don't see why it's better
than an icebox.

Well, a refrigerator
is more efficient.

It keeps food fresh longer.

We won't need ice
to be delivered.

But the papers
will still be delivered

and the groceries and all sorts,
or are we to stop that, too?

Mrs. Patmore, is there
any aspect of the present day

that you can accept
without resistance?

Well, m'lady, I wouldn't mind
getting rid of my corset.

You must do everything
Maley tells you.

I will, your ladyship.

John is keen to learn,
aren't you?

I am, ma'am.

Because there's always work
for a good gardener.

You owe your place
to Mrs. Crawley.

She would not let me go
until I'd promised.

She would not
relax her grip.

You make me sound
very fervent.

Wars have been waged
with less fervor.

Well, let's hope
we win this one.

Good day, John.

Say what you like,

but I know you care about these
things as much as I do.

Oh!

Nobody cares about anything
as much as you do.

(laughing)

This is it.

My name is Arsène Avignon.

I am the Sous Chef of the Ritz.

Today, you are going
to make four dishes.

Is that clear?

Then if you have no questions,
we will begin.

In 1917, at our sister hotel
in New York,

the Chef Monsieur Diat
altered a soup

made popular
by Monsieur Gouffe

and the great
Monsieur Escoffier.

What did he do?

He served it cold.

Very good.

Yes, it was eaten cold.

Previously, the name had been
a simple one:

Leek and Potato Soup.

But what was it called now?

Vichyssoise.

It was Vichyssoise.

So.

You all have the instructions
before you.

Please begin.

(clears throat)

Mr. Napier.

What?

Hello, Mary.

If I can still
call you Mary.

Of course you can!

How lovely!

What brings you here?

I'm working
on a government thing

and we've got some research
to do in Yorkshire.

I'm on a sort of
reconnoitering expedition.

Lucky me.

I was in Thirsk
and I suddenly thought,

"Why not take a chance?"

Well, I'm so glad you did.

Let me give you
some tea.

I'll get them to tell
Mama and Papa that you're here.

While I've got you alone...

You've been in my thoughts
a great deal

since the whole
ghastly business.

That's nice to know.

Which is why it's lovely
to see you looking so...

...lovely.

Hello.

Lady Mary wants tea for four.

I'll start again.

Hello.

Lady Mary wants tea for four
in the library.

It's not right, you know,
when you speak against Alfred.

Sorry, but imagine having
never been to London.

Dearie me.

I've not been to London.

And for me,
it just goes to show.

He may be nervous,
it may be a daunting prospect,

but he's got ambition.

It drives him,
and I admire that.

Good.

Because I've got plenty of
ambition where you're concerned.

Don't be so soft.

So what is this thing
you're working on?

It's all to do
with the rural economy.

Very hush-hush.

Well, don't tell us
if it's supposed to be a secret.

It isn't, not like that.

A lot of landed estates
are in difficulty,

and the department
wants to assess

the damage
of the war years:

are they likely to survive,
and so on.

And are they?

Some of them.

It sounds rather interesting.

It is.

Interesting
and incredibly depressing.

Which places are you studying
in Yorkshire?

Well, that I cannot say.

It wouldn't be fair
on the owners.

But we have earmarked
the ones in serious trouble,

and you'll be glad to know
Downton's not among them.

Still, we'd love your opinion

on whether or not
we're doing the right things,

wouldn't we, Papa?

We don't want to add
to his labors.

Where are you staying
while you're up here?

We haven't decided.

There's quite a good hotel
in Ripon I know of.

Nonsense.

You must stay with us.

I couldn't possibly.

Why not?

Well, to start with,
I'll have my boss with me.

Who's that?

Charles Blake.

Have you ever come across him?

I don't think so.

Of course you must
both stay here.

MARY:
That way, we'll get

the benefit
of all your knowledge

for the price
of a couple of dinners.

What could be better than that?

Well, Mr. Nugent,
you've done quite well.

I know I can do better, sir,
if you give me a chance.

I know it.

You haven't chosen
to make your living

in the kitchen
before now?

No, you see,
my mother was keen...

You have worked instead
as a footman

for the Earl of Grantham?

I have, yes.

And this has made you
unhappy?

I'll not say that.

But I want to do more
with my life.

I see.

Well, we have difficult
decisions ahead.

But don't worry;
we won't keep you waiting.

It's good of you to let me
disturb your afternoon.

You see...

I have to get to the bottom
of what's troubling me,

and I believe you can help.

I doubt that.

The thing is, I know you can.

I heard you
questioning Anna

about why she was being
so hard on me.

But that doesn't mean...

Yes, it does.

You know what
this is about

and you believe
she should have told me.

Well, I admit...
I think she should have.

But it is not for me to.

Then I can't stay here.

What?

I have been happy in this house,

happier than I had
any right to be.

But that only makes
my present situation

all the harder to bear.

I can imagine.

Can you?

Can you, Mrs. Hughes?

Because if you can,

you will know
why I have to leave here.

My wife no longer loves me.

The sight of me
is torture for her,

which is torture for me.

If you will not let me
hear the truth,

I will hand in
my resignation now

and be gone
before she gets back.

So be it.

Wait!

Where is Anna?

She had an errand in Ripon.

It's not true.

Anna loves you very,
very much.

And I think the pain
of coming home to find you gone

would finish her.

So I will tell you what happened
to make you stay.

And if I'm doing
the wrong thing,

then I ask for the mercy of God.

I'm sorry, m'lady,

but they said you wouldn't be
in here before 7:00.

No, nor would I be,
but I left a letter on my desk.

Has anybody here...

Oh!

Has anybody else
been in here?

I don't know, your ladyship.

No.

No, why would you?

That's all of it.

You haven't said
when it happened.

Haven't I?

Was it the last night
of the house party?

When she told me...

...she fainted
and hit her head?

Is that when it happened?

Yes.

Then I know who it really was.

I've told you who it was.

But I don't believe you.

I think it was
Lord Gillingham's valet.

He teased her
and flirted with her

from the moment
he arrived.

It was not
Lord Gillingham's valet.

I don't believe
he ever left the concert.

It was not him.

Do you swear that?

Why should I swear?

You must swear it,
on everything you hold dear.

Will you?

I've said.

It was an outsider.

It was no one who was
staying in the house.

A man broke in
and waited down here.

How many times must I repeat it?

Do you swear?

Very well.

If it makes you feel better,
I swear.

On your mother's life?

My mother is dead.

On her grave, then.

I've said I swear.

Because I will find out
who he is!

You're welcome to try,

but I don't know
what you've got to go on.

(sobbing)

Ah, there you are.

How did you get on?

Oh, fine.

I hear Evelyn Napier
was here this afternoon.

I'm sorry
to have missed him.

Yes, he just dropped in.

It was a spur
of the moment thing.

Is he still
in pursuit of Mary?

I didn't ask him.

So will you be giving
a birthday party?

For Robert?

Why?

Do you really want me to?

I had rather a good idea for it,
that's all.

If I did, would you
give me a hand?

Absolutely.

Oh, shh.

So have we come to a final
decision about Drewe?

I suppose so.

If it means that much to you.

And Tom's socialism will ensure
his approval of the plan.

(laughs)

You laugh,
but as a matter of fact,

I've been thinking about it
quite a lot lately.

About what?

My beliefs, I suppose.

I'm not too sure
what they are anymore.

Since the house party...

I won't hear another word
about the house party.

Somebody said something to
upset you, that's all it is.

What was this?

Who was rude?

No one.

He's got that wrong.

I just felt like an intruder.

It made me face the fact that
I'm living where I don't belong.

Welcome to the club.

Oh, stop moaning.

ROBERT:
But if you went back
to Ireland, Tom,

would you belong there?

No, I don't think I would.

You've changed me too much.

I am a man
without a home.

I am stateless.

Well, then.

There is America.

I have family there now,

and they're doing
quite well.

It would be a new start.

But you've made
a new start here.

But I'm talking about the world
Sybbie will grow up in.

Wouldn't it be easier for her
to begin with a clean slate

rather than being the daughter
of an uppity chauffeur?

Well, don't do anything
in a hurry.

We don't want to lose you, Tom.

What do you mean
you'll have to think about it?

What I say.

I didn't mind helping you out
when you were short-staffed...

How good of you.

But to accept a permanent
position as a footman...

I am a trained valet,
Mr. Carson!

I am a trained butler!

To accept my fall by taking
a permanent inferior place...

You keep telling me
it's permanent.

But from where I'm sitting,

it's looking less permanent
by the minute.

I shall give it
every consideration.

Very generous, I must say.

I will let you know my answer
when I have one.

I shall wait with bated breath.

(door opens)

Aren't you ever going
to finish that?

It's nearly midnight.

Someone has to do it.

But it doesn't always
have to be you.

I know.

I know what happened.

Mrs. Hughes told me.

I forced her to.

Then she was very wrong.

It wasn't her secret to tell!

I gave her no choice, Anna.

What did she say?

How...

How it happened.

When it happened.

I asked her if it was Green.

Who?

Mr. Green.

Lord Gillingham's valet.

She swore it wasn't.

No, it wasn't him.

She said a man broke in

and was waiting down here
for you.

A stranger.

That's right.

Because if it was the valet...

...he is a dead man.

It wasn't him.

You only say that
because you didn't like him.

No, I did not.

There's no excuse to accuse him
when he did nothing!

Would I have sat down
to breakfast with him

the next morning
if it had been him?

We can't know
who the man was.

We have no way
of tracing him.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

Because I knew the suffering
it would bring you.

Well, it's in the open.

No more secrets.

I'm glad of that, at least.

No more fear of being found out
because I am found out.

My shame has nowhere to hide.

Why do you talk of shame?

I don't accept that
there is any shame in this.

But I am spoiled for you.

And I can never be
unspoiled.

You are not spoiled.

You are made higher to me,
and holier,

because of the suffering
you have been put through.

You are my wife,

and I have never been prouder,
nor loved you more

than I love you now
at this moment.

Do you really mean this?

Truly.

(sobbing)

Morning.

Alfred.

Is that the result?

I think so, yes.

Do you want me to open it?

No, I'll do it myself.

Good luck.

Well?

I've not got it.

What?

Oh, I am sorry.

It says I did well and
I was nearly in the top four,

but not quite.

I expect they say that
to everyone.

CARSON:
That's enough, James.

And Alfred,

to fail at the first
attempt

does not mean that
you won't succeed later.

Quite right.

Might I have a word,
Mr. Carson?

Certainly.

I've given it a lot of thought.

Have you, indeed?

First, I needed to deal
with my father's disappointment

when he learned
of my downward path.

But I weighed it
against the power to do good

that all employment brings.

Did you, now?

And you thought all that?

I feel I could contain my skills

and guide them
into a more modest channel

without loss of dignity.

Just fancy.

So all in all,
and after mature deliberation,

you will be pleased to hear
that I can accept your offer.

What offer?

To replace Alfred as footman.

Oh, dear, Mr. Molesley.

I'm afraid that Alfred
is not leaving now.

Yeah, it's a pity
you didn't accept the job

when we last talked.

Then I'd have been
stuck with you.

As it is,
you've missed your chance.

As I generally do.

(muttering):
"Mature deliberation."

Cheer up, lad.

You read the letter.

You were a very
near miss,

so next time,
you'll hit the target.

I reckon Jimmy's right

and they say that
to everyone who fails.

Well, I reckon you work hard
and you deserve to succeed.

You just have to stick at it,
and you will.

I'm not saying he took it,

but I don't see
who else could have done.

In other words, you are saying
that he took it.

I know he was in this room.

Legitimately?

Really, Dr. Clarkson,

I am not a witness
for the prosecution.

Aren't you?

Well, let us review the facts.

I have lost a valuable
paper knife

given to the late Lord Grantham
by the King of Sweden.

Which makes all the difference.

It makes the loss greater, yes.

I quite agree.

But I can't accept

there's any real proof
against young Pegg.

Well, if you insist,
I won't sack him yet.

But I will not allow him
back in the house

and I will have to speak
to my head gardener about it.

That will do him a lot of harm.

Well, what would you prefer?

That I invite
the local criminals to drop in

and strip the house bare?

Why not ask to be told
when a gardener is coming inside

so that you or a servant
can keep watch?

Then we'll have time

to investigate the loss
of the knife.

Or have you already
scented blood?

As a matter of interest,
do you ever doubt?

I don't doubt the honesty
of young Pegg.

That is not at all
what I'd asked.

I'm very grateful,
m'lady.

I know you didn't have
to do this,

but it only makes me
more determined

to prove I'm worthy
of your faith.

I can't pretend to take
the credit, Mr. Drewe.

It was his lordship who was
determined you should stay.

You owe
your thanks to him.

He'll have my thanks,
m'lady.

And he'll have the rest
of the payment

before he's missed it.

What payment?

The remainder
of the debt.

I thought you'd know
about it.

And so we do.

Of course we do.

I'm sorry,
I was being absent-minded.

How much is it?

I've forgotten.

It's only the last
50 pounds.

He sent a check so I can
pay off the full amount

and wipe the slate clean.

Well, thank you,
Mr. Drewe.

I'm sure we have many
fruitful years ahead of us.

Are you going
to challenge him?

No.

If Papa believes
enough in Drewe

to lend him the money
and to hide it from us,

then that tells
me something.

What exactly?

That you and I
are in partnership

with a very decent man.

Mrs. Hughes,
can I have a word?

I know you told
Mr. Bates about me

while I was out yesterday.

He put me
in a very difficult...

I'm afraid he guessed
who it was.

But you denied it.

Denied it?

I swore on my mother's grave
it wasn't him, God help me.

He seems to have accepted
your word.

In fact, I'm moving back
into the cottage.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

At least if I'm damned
for all eternity,

it was to some purpose.

You won't be damned.

Mr. Bates has shown great
generosity of spirit.

As I knew he would.

Eventually.

So we're going to try and
put the whole thing behind us.

I hate to think of that evil man
getting away scot free,

but maybe it's for the best.

I thought you'd like to know.

What are you
grinning about?

What do you think?

He's not going!

Mr. Bates!

I'm so glad to see you.

Anna's told me
what's gone on between you

and it's made me happier
than I can say

to think it's all over
and done with.

Nothing is over and
done with, Mrs. Hughes.

But Anna said...

Do you think I would add
to her burden

after all she's been through?

I don't know his name,
so I can't tell it to you.

Not if you were to threaten me
with a knife, Mr. Bates.

I understand,
and I won't press you.

But be aware,
nothing is over

and nothing is done with.