All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S04E08.Episode.8.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(bell ringing)

MARY:
I assume Drewe knows
we're coming?

BRANSON:
Yes, I sent a note
yesterday.

EDITH:
So have the pigs recovered,
do you think?

They look in good
shape to me,

after the shock
of their arrival.

Well, why didn't he check to see
they'd all had water

before he left
for the night?

Maybe he filled the trough
and thought it was enough.

He wasn't to know
they'd kick it over.

MARY:
Mr. Branson is right.

He should have made sure.

You would have done.

Where did you learn
about pigs?

We've always had pigs
at Yew Tree, m'lady.

Not many, but enough
to learn their ways.

Thank heavens you did.

So have you found a man
to take over?

Not yet.

First, we'd like to know
if you'd want the job.

Me?

You mean I'm to manage
the pigs for the estate

as well as my farm?

It's asking a lot.

I can do it.

If you're sure?

Let's give it a try,
see how we get on.

I'm very grateful, m'lady.

This is the second good turn
I've received from your family,

and I just hope I can pay back
a favor one day.

How nice of you.

MARY:
I don't know if it's
much of a favor.

We're giving you
a lot of work.

Work's like old age, m'lady:

the worst thing in the world
except for the alternative.

(knocking)

It's only me.

I always feel that greeting

betrays such a lack
of self worth.

How are we today?

My dear, please
stop talking to me

as if I were a child
past hope.

Very well.

How are you feeling?

Like Dr. Manette.

If I don't get out
of this house soon,

I shall remember nothing
but my number.

Then why don't we walk
to the Abbey this afternoon,

if it's fine?

Hear how Robert's
getting on in America.

Is it really called
the Teapot Dome scandal?

It seems so unlikely.

What's it about?

What is it always about?

Bribery and corruption.

Taking money to allow
private companies

to drill for oil
on government land.

And Mr. Levinson has
one of these companies?

I assume so.

Have you ever met him?

Once, at the wedding.

And once was quite enough.

I can't tell you
how thrilling that sounds.

I'll be waiting for you.

We'll have such a lovely day.

Who was that?

No one-- just a friend.

By the way, you're going
to have to pull your weight

with the bazaar.

It seems to have
crept up on me.

Does Cousin Robert
usually do it?

He does.

The trouble is, half the village
hates the other half

and he's the only one
who can stop them

tearing each other's
throats out.

I admire that.

It's a real skill.

Mr. Molesley, um,

is it true that
you were a valet

for the late Mr. Crawley?

And butler to his mother
before that.

I've come down in the world.

You can climb up again.

Maybe.

But life kicks the stuffing out
of you sometimes, doesn't it?

Oh, I've had my stuffing
kicked out more than once.

I've woken and wondered
if there was any point to it.

Yet here I am,
lady's maid to a countess.

So it can happen.

Now you've made me curious.

I'm curious about something,
and you could help me.

Do you know
if Mr. and Mrs. Bates

have had a falling out?

Mr. and Mrs. Bates?

That doesn't sound
very likely.

Can I ask you to put
that machine away?

We'll be laying for tea
in a minute.

Of course.

Is everything ready
for the servants' tea?

Oh, is it just me

or do we have twice the bills
we used to?

Ivy, this is for you.

Did you find those oyster shells
for the kettle?

DAISY:
I've put them in.

About time--
it were full of scale.

(gasps)

What in God's name
was that about?

Don't rise to it.

She just wants us to think
her life's interesting.

Anything interesting?

I'm reading about
county politics.

They're looking for candidates
for the local council.

Why don't you put
yourself forward?

But what are my politics
these days?

I'm not sure.

You could always
read a bit about it.

You won't find many books
on the Liberal ideals

in this room.

And nothing at all
about socialism.

If you're serious about
driving me to Thirsk tomorrow,

perhaps we might
find some then.

Are you better now,
Granny?

(laughs)

If you'd been to see me,
you'd know.

Don't bully me.

I'm not up to it.

No.

Rosamund told me.

When?

What did she say?

Only that you needed a little
cherishing, that's all.

BLAKE:
So Mr. Drewe's
accepted your offer?

MARY:
I'm so pleased.

The Drewes have been at
Yew Tree Farm for many years.

I suppose you think that's
sentimental bosh, Mr. Blake.

Don't be too hard
on him, Granny.

Mr. Blake has a softer side than
we first gave him credit for.

BLAKE:
I'm relieved to hear

I am redeemed before
we leave for London.

I hope I'm forgiven, too.

I know you thought me very
snobbish when you first arrived.

I don't blame you.

Given my work, I came
as an envoy of the enemy.

(door opens)

Oh, are we too early?

Bring them in, Nanny.

I don't think anyone
will mind.

Your Papa might,
but he isn't here to complain.

MARY:
One moment, darling,

while Mummy
puts away her cup.

Oh, here, let me.

Hello there!

Oh, it's all right.

(George crying)

He's turning
into quite a bruiser.

Yes, and I must go.

Stay and have
some dinner, Mama.

You needn't change.

VIOLET:
No.

Thank you, my dear, but no.

You should change
and I should go.

When you go down,

can you give a message
to Mrs. Hughes?

Of course.

Lord Gillingham
telephoned today.

He wants to break
his journey home.

Tomorrow night.

He'll be here again?

You're right.

I shouldn't encourage him,

but I couldn't think
what to say

to persuade him
not to.

Do you think me
very feeble?

It's not that, m'lady.

Then what is it?

Anna?

It's nothing
to bother you with.

Please bother me.

If I did, you'd have to promise
to do nothing about it.

But how does this concern
Lord Gillingham?

It doesn't, m'lady.

It's nothing to do
with Lord Gillingham himself.

But then...?

It's his man, m'lady.

His servant, Mr. Green,

who travels with him.

Oh, my God.

But the police
ought to...

No!

I must tell Lord Gillingham.

No, m'lady, you promised.

Mr. Bates doesn't know
it was him.

But the more he comes here,

the more likely it is
that Mr. Bates will find out.

Then I'll telephone him
and tell him not to come,

or not to bring Green.

I'm frightened every time
Mr. Green and Mr. Bates

are in the same room.

You think if he guesses,
he'll do something.

And if he does,
they'll hang him.

Or lock him up
and throw away the key.

Jimmy, the savories can go in,

and Daisy'll
bring up the sauce.

And now perhaps you can explain
why you have apparently

been under hypnosis
since dinner began.

I don't know
what you mean.

Yes, you do.

Mooning about like
a sloth under water.

Well?

You know I had
a letter earlier?

It were from Alfred.

It seems his father died

and Alfred's coming up
to Yorkshire for the funeral.

Oh, I am sorry.

That's not all.

He says he wants to marry me.

What?

Just like that?

He says the way
I behaved towards him

when he were last here

made him hope that things
had changed between us.

Well, you were
very friendly.

That's not all.

He wants me to leave Downton
and go up to London.

He says he can
find me a job.

Blimey.

He puts a lot in a letter,
does Alfred.

They're serving the savories.

We'll talk about it later.

Now put the water on
for the coffee.

That's enough
for one day, surely.

You can finish them
tomorrow.

Shall we walk back
to the cottage?

The others are going to bed.

What were you saying
to Mrs. Hughes?

Just that Lord Gillingham's
asked himself

for the night again.

He can't stay away.

Yes.

It's a bit of a tangle.

Do you think she's sweet on him?

They're sweet on each other,

but it's not as simple
as that, is it?

Then there's Mr. Blake.

I thought she
didn't like him.

She didn't.

At first.

Anyway, they can sort it out
between them.

And Mr. Green.

He'll be coming back.

Have you gone off him?

Why do you say that?

You liked him so much
when he first came.

You thought he was funny.

Did I?

I can't remember.

(phone ringing)

So, you're pleased
with Mr. Drewe?

I am.

And I'm very pleased
with the pigs, too.

They're a grand addition.

When they've settled in,
you ought to consider dairy.

Another job for the
splendid Mr. Drewe.

I think he is rather splendid.

He seems to want to make farming
at Downton his life's work.

That's very lyrical.

Lady Rosamund Painswick
is on the telephone, m'lady.

Do you have anything
planned for today?

Um, some shopping.

That's all.

Do you think I should write
and give him my answer?

If you're sure about it.

I don't want
to marry Alfred.

Then there's no more
to be said.

Even if I did, I wouldn't care
to tie myself down yet.

How do I know what life
has in store?

You're a very optimistic
generation,

I'll say that.

What are you
talking about?

Nothing.

I wish you'd say,

because it's clear as day
you're up to something.

EDITH:
None of us know
when Papa's coming back.

But yes, we must tell her
before then.

In fact, I've had an idea.

EDITH:
Well, if you're sure,

then why not?

We've already got friends
of Mary staying.

Ring with the train time.

Who was that?

Aunt Rosamund.

She's coming to see
how Granny is.

Why are you down
so early?

I've got to check
some figures with Tom

before he goes into Thirsk.

Quite the businesswoman.

We must rise to life's
challenges.

Yes, I suppose we must.

Let's meet in the book shop
in ten minutes.

I've got some
letters to post.

I'll see you there.

Thank you.

Good day.

(giggling)

Don't...
don't do that.

You mustn't be
so self-conscious.

A black singer with the daughter
of a marquess

in a north Yorkshire town?

Why should we attract
any attention?

Well, that's their problem.

It doesn't have to be ours.

I'm terribly puffed
that you made the journey.

Me too, but...

But what?

I hope we're brave enough
for this.

Of course we are!

Isn't it time people knew

that there are bigger
and better values

than the mean-spirited ones
they live by?

Does Lady Grantham know
you're out for the day?

I'll telephone,
but it won't matter

as long as I'm back
for dinner.

Are you playing tonight?

I wouldn't be here if I were.

So I can stay
for as long as you want.

Well, I want you to stay
forever, but 6:00 will do.

ISOBEL:
You're not very talkative.

What's the matter?

BRANSON:
I was thinking about
a couple of people

who are in a situation
which is going to cause trouble.

Will it make them unhappy?

It's hard to say.

It'll make
some people unhappy.

I thought I might make
some coffee.

Would you like a cup?

No, thank you.

It's just coffee.

You won't have to surrender
any of your independence.

(laughs)

You win.

Milk, but no sugar.

Miss Baxter...

I do know what it's like
to feel fragile.

I've felt fragile my whole life.

You'll have realized by now
that down here

we don't much care
for Mr. Barrow,

which may offend you.

I'm not offended.

But I wish
you'd give us credit

for making up our own minds
about you.

Hello.

This is Miss...

Bunting.

Sarah Bunting.

And this is Mrs. Crawley.

I met Miss Bunting

at the political meeting
you sent me to in Ripon.

Ah, so that was the reason.

Why do you say that?

He wasn't exactly
enthralled

to the cause
of the Liberals.

Though I'm not now convinced
by his socialism.

Why not?

I didn't know then that
you were the land agent

and son-in-law
of our local milord.

I'm surprised I'm so famous.

Won't you defend
your principles?

No, not now.

Then I will.

Mr. Branson is a keen
political thinker.

He proves this
by not being afraid

to question
his own beliefs.

Very eloquent.

I'd stay to argue,
but I'm late.

Do you live around here?

I work here.

At the school.

It was nice to see you again.

Hello, Miss!

Hello.

She knows her own mind.

Yes, I think she does.

Apparently he left
the Dalrymples

straight after breakfast,

so I missed him
when I telephoned.

You did your best.

I am so sorry.

(knocking)

Come in.

No tails?

You know Granny's coming.

Oh, God, is she?

I didn't realize.

No, don't change.

It's time she learned
about the real world.

Well, that's a phrase
with more than one definition.

Can I have a word?

I've seen something,

and I'm not saying there's
anything wrong about it,

but I'd feel uncomfortable
if I kept it to myself.

I'm all ears.

This morning in Thirsk,
I saw Rose.

Yes, she was shopping.

No, she was not shopping.

She was...

...meeting a man.

I saw her as she reached up
to stroke his cheek.

Oh, golly.

Who is it this time?

It was Jack Ross,

the singer
with the band

who came up
for your father's party.

Well, that's it.

I've told you and I have
nothing more to add.

(door opens and closes)

(crying)

Anna?

She's told you, then?

Don't give me away,
Mrs. Hughes, please.

I can get through it.

My maid said you were
waiting in here.

Everyone else
is in the drawing room.

I know,

but I thought
you'd want to hear.

I think I know how
I can keep the baby.

What?

How?

There's a tenant farmer

whose family has been
at Downton for years.

I'm sure he can be trusted.

This is very reckless.

Well, what would you
suggest?

I'd suggest that we go away,

you and me, on an extended
trip to... somewhere.

Then the baby can be adopted
by a childless couple

in that country,
wherever it may be,

and they are made very happy,

and the baby is happy,
and you are...

well, if not happy,

at least free.

But I wouldn't be part
of its growing up.

You wouldn't be part
of its life.

Why is my idea so reckless?

Oh, my dear,
where shall I start?

Suppose the farmer talks?

Suppose you're seen
visiting his home,

which I presume
is the idea?

Suppose the baby
looks like you

and people
in the village notice?

Suppose you talk?

(door opens)

I left a list somewhere
that I need for Mrs. Patmore.

You know
Lord Gillingham is here?

Uh, yes,
we were just chatting.

We're coming now.

CORA:
I'm desperately trying to take
control of the bazaar.

Honestly,
talk about herding cats.

I'll stay and help if you want.

You may regret
saying that.

ROSAMUND:
And while I'm here,
we can discuss a plan

that I'd like to get settled.

I've always wanted to speak
better French than I do,

so I thought I'd take
a few months off,

go to Switzerland
and really learn it.

I see.

Not France?

You know what the French
are like.

While Switzerland
is so clean.

Mmm.

And they have
wonderful hospitals...

...in case we get ill.

"We"?

I wondered if Edith
might like to come.

Keep me company.

I'll pay.

What do you have to say
about that?

I'd like to.

CORA:
Goodness!

Oh!

Well, why not?

Golly, life is full
of surprises.

But right now,
I'd better check

to see that the young men
are keeping the peace.

(door closes)

So we won't have
to tell her?

I don't think we need to,

do you?

Can you really afford
to spend four months

reading novels in the Alps?

Why ask the question
when the decision has been made?

Come on, we ought to join
the others.

VIOLET:
Have you been wandering round
Scotland since we saw you?

I have.

I was on the Spey.

I did a tour
of the cousinage,

then after that,
a wedding in Ayrshire.

I've enjoyed myself.

It gave me time
to think, for once.

Oh, what about,
particularly?

My life, I suppose.

ISOBEL:
Everyone should,

from time to time.

Oh, I can't agree.

In my experience,
it is a dangerous occupation.

Dangerous?

VIOLET:
Well, no life
appears rewarding

if you think
too much about it.

I gather you've launched
into pigs these days.

Yes.

And their arrival
was quite the adventure

in which Mr. Blake and Mary
were the hero and heroine.

Is this what you wouldn't tell
me about when I was last here?

Only because I didn't want
to make too much of it.

Lady Mary was
perfectly splendid.

Lady Mary is
perfectly splendid.

Really, Charles.

Are you a pig expert,
as well?

MARY:
He was that night,

thank Heaven.

Rosamund and Edith have
some exciting news.

What's that?

ROSAMUND:
We're going
on a sabbatical

so that we can really
improve our French.

The only thing I ever learned
from my governess

was how to say "please,"
"thank you"

and "I have a temperature."

Very useful
if one were traveling.

ROSAMUND:
Do you remember
her, Mama?

She was always in tears.

Oh, poor Mademoiselle.

Her life was full
of complications.

(laughs)

VIOLET:
I think

she quite enjoyed it, though.

But why you?

You don't want
to learn French.

Or is this an incognito search

for the missing Mr. Gregson?

BRANSON:
Don't tease her.

It's much more serious
than that.

Thank you, Tom.

If you must know,

I fancy getting away
for a bit.

Oh.

Like Lord Gillingham,

thinking his way
around the Highlands.

I like Scotland, me.

At least I would
if I'd ever been there.

Well, I've had a bellyful
of heather and no mistake.

Aren't you going
to fight back, Mrs. Hughes?

Mr. Green can think
what he likes.

So you're glad you're
on your way to London?

It'll be all I can do to stop
singing when I get in the car.

Where do you live
when you're there?

His lordship's got
a set at Albany.

JIMMY:
Is that handy
for the West End?

GREEN:
You're joking.

Piccadilly one end,
Saville Row the other?

Oh, you lucky tyke.

I am a lucky tyke.

Do you like London,
Miss Baxter?

Not particularly.

I lived there at one time,
but it didn't work for me.

What about you, Anna?

Do you fancy a taste
of Mr. Green's life?

I'm happy where I am,
thank you.

Rose was badgering me
about going up to London again,

but she's been enough lately,
don't you think?

I certainly do.

After all, she's got
to have some novelty

when we bring her out.

Quite right.

She can help
with the bazaar.

That'll take her mind
off things.

The trouble is,
parenting an adult,

especially when it's
someone else's daughter,

is really a matter
of mutual agreement.

There's a limit to how much
one can simply forbid.

(door opens)

Shh, here she is.

Actually, I want
a word with her.

Rose, darling.

Can I drag you into my room
for a moment?

Anna, could you leave us
for a minute?

Of course.

This is early for you
to go to bed.

I had rather a tiring day.

So I heard.

Well, I heard you had
an interesting day.

Whether or not it was tiring,
you know better than I.

Who told you?

My dear, all I want
is for you

not to lose control
of your life.

I love him.

And I won't listen

to any imperialist nonsense
about racial purity

and how he should be
horsewhipped

for daring to dream.

Don't you know me
better than that?

I'm going to marry him, Mary,

and I don't care
what it costs

and I won't
keep it a secret.

Not once I've told Mummy.

I want to see her face crumble
when she finds out.

Rose!

I feel we're driving you away.

Oh, hardly.

We're in grave danger
of outstaying our welcome.

If Tony hadn't offered us
a lift home,

we'd probably be here
forever.

Well, I hope
you'll be back soon.

Good luck with your bazaar.

Can't you stay
and lend me a hand?

Don't tempt me.

(laughs)

I'm so grateful for your advice
and wisdom.

And not least for the very
practical and muddy pig rescue.

Glad to be of service, m'lady.

BRANSON:
Are you going straight there?

BLAKE:
We might stop
for some lunch...

It's kind of you
to give them a lift.

Pure self interest.

I couldn't leave Charles here,
alone with you.

Will you let me see you
when you're next down south?

What would be
the point, Tony?

I'm never going to be
your mistress.

That's not me at all.

I've made up my mind
to call off the engagement.

Does Mabel know?

Not yet.

I haven't been in London since,

and I must tell her
face to face.

Of course you must,

but I wish you'd think
seriously before you do.

You mean you're going
to turn me down again.

I've told you I'm not
on the market, Tony.

I'm not free.

Sometimes I almost
wish I were,

but I'm not.

And that's all
there is to it.

Oh, you have been
incredibly kind

to put up with us
for so long.

We'll miss you.

The house will seem
rather empty.

If it were my choice,

I should never be
away from here.

MARY:
Can I ask you one thing?

How do you feel
about your man?

I'm still not
very keen on him.

Why?

We'd better get started.

So this really is good-bye.

Not for long, I hope.

You took the words
right out of my mouth.

I'm sorry
to see them go.

Not as sorry as Mary.

What's a group noun
for "suitors"?

CORA:
What do you think?

A desire?

A desire of suitors.

Very good.

If you're going
to talk nonsense,

I have better
things to do.

I've posted the letter.

Well, he'll probably
still come.

He's got to be in Yorkshire
for the funeral,

whatever you've said.

Whatever she said to who?

Oh, just tell me.

I know you've got a secret

and if you're trying to spare
my feelings, it's not working.

Alfred's written.

His father's died, so he's
coming for the burial.

He wants to look in
and see us all.

See us all, or see her?

Alfred's asked me
to marry him.

But she's turned him down.

So his heart's broken
properly this time.

Are you satisfied now?

Why don't we leave
the subject there?

We don't want to fall out.

We can't fall out.

We've never fallen in.

(sighs)

So they got off
in good order?

I wonder how long
it'll take

for them all
to propose to Mary.

Isn't Lord Gillingham engaged?

He's supposed to be,

but he still seems
as keen as mustard.

Well, that is very interesting.

But it's not why
I asked you here.

Oh?

No.

I want to know what
you were doing at Downton.

I don't understand.

Why shouldn't I come to Downton?

I grew up here.

I see I'll have to take
the slow path.

You telephone to say
Edith is to be cherished,

but you don't say why.

Didn't I?

No.

Next, you invite yourself
to Downton and reveal at dinner

that you and Edith
are retreating to the continent

for several months

so you can improve
your French.

Yes.

Rosamund has no interest
in French.

If she wishes to be understood
by a foreigner,

she shouts.

That's not fair.

Isn't it time one of you
told me the truth?

If I told you
the truth, Granny,

you would never
speak to me again.

Then you have told me the truth,

but I would like to hear it
enunciated more clearly.

Right.

Now we must all
look lively.

They're starting to set up
the stalls for the bazaar today

and her ladyship is going
to need all hands on deck.

James, Mr. Molesley,

if you could both
keep an eye on things.

Do we get paid extra?

No, but if you play
your cards right,

you'll avoid a clip
round the ear.

I'll ask Mrs. Patmore
for some refreshment

for the village people.

This is an early
warning

that they're coming to set up
the stalls for Saturday,

so we'd better have sandwiches
and beer at the ready.

As I feared.

Alfred's looking in on Saturday

on his way back
to London.

So he'll be here
for the bazaar.

He does know there's
no hope with Ivy?

Well, that's why
he's written to me.

But he says
he wants to see her.

It's not going to be
very easy for Daisy.

I thought I'd give her
the day off.

You won't mind, will you?

If you think it best.

It's you who'll do
the extra work, not me.

CORA:
What a nightmare.

The man selling ices is ill,
so I've got to find another.

The grocers from Easingwold and
Malton can't be side by side,

and now I've got to decide the
house menus with Mrs. Patmore.

I'll do that.

Tend to the bazaar.

CORA:
Are you sure?

Because if you are...

I'm sure.

When's Cousin Robert
coming back?

I don't know.

I wish I did.

We've had no word from him
in days.

What is it?

I've got to tell someone,
or I'll just explode.

Tell someone what?

Oh, Mary.

What do you think?

I'm engaged!

(door closes)

But what was so urgent?

First, can you join me
for luncheon today?

Well, I suppose so.

I ought to go back
and tell Mrs. Field.

Why?

I've got Lord Merton coming.

Mary's Godfather?

Mm-hmm.

It was fixed years ago,

but now Robert's off
on his travels,

Cora is too busy
and Mary's chucked.

For what reason?

Suddenly, she has to be
in London.

I think Rosamund's still here.

Oh, no, she can't stand him.

I could ask Edith.

She might be free.

Oh, I hope so.

I'm a feeble substitute
for the entire Crawley family.

Mmm, yes, but you're
better than nothing.

How warming
you make that sound.

Oh, I'm ever so glad
to find you.

Can you help me do these?

What's the rush?

Lady Mary has
to go to London.

Why?

I'm not sure.

But she wants me
to go with her.

Of course.

When will you be back?

Tomorrow evening,
but we'll be late.

It's not fair.

I stop you going to New York
and then I set off for London.

Don't be silly.

(knocking)

Come in.

Mr. Carson, I'd like to go
into York tomorrow.

I hope you don't mind.

You've got no duties here.

Why should I mind?

I'll make a day of it

and set off first thing
if you've no objection.

Be my guest, Mr. Bates.

I still don't understand
why you're not in New York,

so I can hardly
object to York.

Enjoy yourself.

Those will go
tomorrow morning.

Very good--
well done, ladies.

Can I have a go?

It's not ready yet.

Anyway, you're a bit
of a shrimp, aren't you?

I'm a shrimp with muscles, me.

We'll find that out
on Saturday.

I've never had a go
on one of those.

It's not your
sort of thing.

More sandwiches
and more beer.

They're like a plague
of locusts.

Keeping busy, Mr. Molesley?

Oh, I like the bazaar.

I always enjoy it.

I hope you will.

Can't you help her to,
Mr. Molesley?

Oh, get off with you,
you cheeky devil.

Alfred's coming
Saturday, ain't he?

How do you know that?

I heard you
and Mrs. Hughes talking.

Well, I were going
to mention it

because I wondered
if you'd rather be away.

What about all the work?

Oh, it's mostly done by then.

If you'd rather avoid him,
I won't mind.

Could I go see Mr. Mason?

That's a good idea.

Stay away as late
as you like.

Just to be safe.

CORA:
But why the urgency?

I can't explain,

but I swear if you knew,
you'd approve.

What's this?

What's happened?

Mary has to go
to London.

It's no big thing.

I'll be back
tomorrow night.

Can I come?

No.

Well, why not?

Because Mama
needs you here.

Good-bye, then.

Bye, Rose.

ROSAMUND:
Do you want to stay
at the house?

I'll telephone if you do.

Could you?
You're an angel.

I'm afraid I've told Mead

he could visit
his sister in Swindon,

but they'll do
the best they can.

Thank you.

How mysterious.

Is anything wrong?

The car's packed in.

My friend's
gone for help.

Would you like me
to have a look?

Oh, I don't want
to hold you up.

I've no appointment.

I was just on my way
to Skipton

to see some suppliers
and compare prices.

How impressive.

I thought that when the agent
was a cousin or a son-in-law,

he had free shooting for life,
but others did the work.

To quote
my wife's grandmother,

you've been reading those
socialist newspapers again.

(laughing)

You should know.

Is this wise?

You've heard some of my story,
but not all of it.

I came to Downton
to be the chauffeur.

Now...

That was a splendid
luncheon.

Quite a change for me.

Oh, I can't
believe that.

It's true.

I eat nothing but nursery food.

(laughing)

Perhaps you need
a new cook.

Oh, it's not her fault.

I never know what to order.

A husband is told so often
he's going to die first,

you never think you're going
to have to manage on your own.

ISOBEL:
I doubt Dr. Crawley

would have managed any better.

I'm so interested
he was a doctor.

I always wanted
to study medicine myself,

but my father didn't really...

Didn't see it as a profession
for a gentleman.

I don't believe
he'd have gone that far.

But he didn't think it quite
suitable for a peer, no.

I must try and find an example
to rebut that.

Well, I must be going.

Let me take you.

My car's outside.

I can easily walk.

I'd like to.

Please.

Then thank you.

(bell ringing)

I should go too,
Granny.

No, stay.

I want to speak to you.

So were you still the chauffeur
when you married?

That's a long story.

Everything with you's
a long story.

That one had
a happy ending.

For a time, anyway.

I know she died.

I'm so sorry.

She must have been a very
unusual and independent person.

(laughs)

You could say that again.

It's nice that they
asked you to stay.

To make your life here.

I have a little daughter,
and it seemed the right thing.

Still, it makes me take
a kinder view of the family.

Oh?

What do you have against them?

Nothing.

But as a rule,

I don't really warm
to their type.

I don't believe in types.

I believe in people.

Now, give it a try.

(engine revving)

(laughs)

I really am
very grateful.

Thank you.

I don't often say it,
but Rosamund is right.

I do not know this Mr. Drewe,

but even if he is
everything you say,

to keep the child here

would be like a permanent
sword of Damocles

inches from your head.

But I can't bear the thought
of giving it away.

And is it right that
it should grow up Swiss?

Well, Switzerland has
everything to offer.

Except perhaps
conversation,

and one can learn
to live without that.

And if Michael turns up?

Well, if you want my advice,
start again.

Now, I will pay
for everything.

Aunt Rosamund said she would.

You'll be quite enough
in her debt as it is.

Take any more, and she'll start
exacting annual tribute.

What do your sons do?

I assume they do something.

Remember I met Larry
at that dinner?

Ah, don't remind me.

They do work.

Larry's in banking
and Tim's in the diplomatic,

so nothing very
startling there.

What about yours?

Matthew was a lawyer.

Ah, has he given it up?

He's...

He's dead.

I thought you would
know that.

Oh, good God,
I'm terribly sorry.

I'd forgotten for a moment
who you were.

Don't worry, please.

How is Mary?

I do wish I could have
seen her today.

Well, slow to start with,

but now she's on her way,
which I'm glad of.

I heard they were
well suited.

Yes, they were happy,
which makes the parting worse,

but gives you strength
in the end, as we know.

(knocking)

You, maybe.

Not me.

Lady Merton and I were not
exactly meant to be together.

We struggled on, of course,
as everyone did in those days,

but I'm not sure now
how sensible it was.

I envy you
your wonderful memories,

but I can't pretend
to match them.

(door opens)

Is Mr. Ross here yet?

Who shall I say
is calling?

Rose's cousin.

(practicing singing)

(singing melody with piano)

Lady Mary.

(chuckles)

I was wondering
if it would be you.

How did you know
someone was coming?

Rose telephoned.

She said she'd told you
we were about to set the date.

I just made some tea.

Would you like a cup?

Thank you.

I suppose you're here to say
that Lord Flintshire

would find the prospect of a
black son-in-law preposterous.

And your father would agree.

To be fair to Papa,

he'd find your being
a band singer

even harder to swallow
than your color.

(laughs)

Mr. Ross,
are you sure about this?

Marriage is
a challenge,

even when everyone wants it.

Even if everyone prays
you'll be happy.

You mean in our case,

they'll all be trying
to pull us apart.

Every hour of every day.

Tell me...

do you think she loves you?

Don't you believe in us?

I believe in you.

I'm not so sure
about her.

She may love you a bit.

But mostly I'd say she wants
to shock her mother,

whom, incidentally,
she hates.

That's what my mother said.

She said Rose must be
proving some point.

You and my mother
have a lot in common.

Tell me honestly:

do you think you can survive
what they'll do to you?

Because I don't believe
Rose could.

It may come as something
of a relief for you to hear

that I will not
be marrying Rose.

You won't?

No.

I've enjoyed
her dreams.

I think she's more
than you allow.

But?

I don't want
to spoil her life.

I don't want to watch

while people point at her
and jeer.

I love her.

I want her to be happy.

So you'll end it?

Yes.

I should probably have
stopped it sooner,

but at any rate,
I'm stopping it now.

So will you tell Rose,
or shall I?

I'll tell her.

I'll write to her.

She'll get it tomorrow.

It doesn't mean
I think it's right.

I wouldn't give in

if we lived in even
a slightly better world.

It may surprise you, Mr. Ross,

but if we lived
in a better world,

I wouldn't want you to.

(door opens)

I've been downstairs, m'lady.

They're making dinner
for you now.

I don't want a lot.

I've told them that.

How are you?

Much as I was
yesterday.

Much as I will be
tomorrow.

Anna...

I've decided to see
Lord Gillingham.

I'm sorry, but I must
do something.

I'll telephone and suggest
we meet for luncheon.

Then I'll ask him straight out
to dismiss his valet.

I won't say why.

That makes me so nervous.

Don't be.

No one needs to know
the reason.

Green simply won't be back
at Downton again.

Is Bates going to challenge
Lord Gillingham

as to why he has
a different valet?

I suppose not.

So you have nothing to fear
if he pays us a visit.

And will he, m'lady?

(door opens)

Dinner's on the table, m'lady.

I'm not sure Mead
would have put it like that,

but thank you.

So, we decorate
the stalls today.

You all know the drill.

And remember, anything shabby
shows Downton in a bad light.

And we can't have that.

No, Mrs. Hughes,
we can't.

Will you come?

It'll give you a chance

to meet a few people
from the village.

Is it not just
the estate workers?

Oh, no, no.

No, the whole area gets behind
the church bazaar.

You're very lucky,
you know.

(laughs)

Nobody's ever
called me that,

least of all myself.

To grow up in a village
where people know and like you,

where your family's respected.

There's plenty who'd
give an eye for that.

I'm not used
to feeling lucky.

Well, you should be.

Are we trying
for a color scheme?

Goodness, I thought
I'd be down before anyone.

CORA:
Oh, no.

This is one task that
demands an early start.

BRANSON:
We've got the tent up
for the tea

and they're fetching the tables
and chairs from the barn.

Just don't let them
mess up the grass too much

when they drive them back.

Hey!

Rose!

One, two, three, lift!

(groaning)

I can manage.

Rose, should you
be doing this?

Why?

What are you afraid of?

That I'll lose the baby?

So they've made you
a beast of burden now?

That's right.

And they're not
taking advantage?

Are they ready for these?

Give me those.

James, could you take these
to the tent, please?

May I present Miss Bunting?

She teaches
at the village school.

I'm very interested
in the school.

You know Lady Grantham?

Of course.

It's nice to meet you,
but I'm afraid I must get on.

So that's the great
Countess of Grantham.

It is.

Another beast of burden.

(relaxing dinner music playing)

I'll sack him if you insist,
but you should tell me why.

It's only fair.

I don't know if it's fair
or unfair, but I can't.

Not even a hint?

I've said what I can.

He's done something
you'd find abhorrent.

Well, you win.

It does seem mean,

even if I don't
like him very much.

You wouldn't think it mean
if you knew the truth.

Well, I believe you.

I love you
and I believe you.

Have you spoken to Mabel?

I have.

But I wasn't going
to bring it up.

Why not?

I don't want
to twist your arm.

And I know that you won't make
a decision until it suits you.

How did she take it?

I'm so pleased you asked.

I think the answer is:
with real style.

Well, I'm glad.

And now, can you get the bill?

I'm terribly late.

I must catch the last train.

It's the church bazaar
tomorrow.

I won't give up, Mary.

Not until you walk down
the aisle with another man,

and very possibly
not even then.

I find that both irritating
and beguiling in equal measure.

(laughs)

Should I take comfort
from that?

Take what you like.

I'm going.

And do what I ask
with Green,

and please let me know
when you've done it.

You sent for me?

I wouldn't put it
like that.

I just wondered
if you might be free.

Oh?

Your wish is my command.

These came this morning
from Lord Merton

as a thank-you.

Well, that was kind of him.

What part do I play in it?

They're for you.

For me?

Surely not.

Yes, he sent me some too.

These came with them.

I read the card.

He asks forgiveness
for his tactlessness.

Was he tactless?

He didn't mean
to be tactless.

How nice.

Mmm.

Very nice.

Quite surprising...

...but very nice.

CARSON:
I'm just going up to see
if they need anything more.

Can you leave these
for one of the hall boys?

I'll do them, Mr. Carson.

I don't mind.

You took your time in York.

Yes.

It was quite a long day.

What were you up to?

Oh, this and that.

You got his letter, then?

You're
so disappointing, Mary.

I thought you understood,

and all the time,
you're just like my mother.

No, I'm not.

But I understand this:

if you're going
to complicate your life,

do it for the right reasons.

James, I am putting
the tea tent in your charge.

Make sure they
don't run out of anything.

But her ladyship said
we were to enjoy ourselves.

Let us consider this.

She wants you to enjoy yourself.

I want you to run the tent.

Now, which of us can make
your life more uncomfortable?

Mr. Molesley.

Mr. Molesley!

Hmm?

Tell those people where
they're supposed to park.

Wait a minute.

It's his lordship!

His lordship's back!

Tell the others!

His lordship's back!

James!

How can you be here?

Why didn't you send
a message?

We would have made
such a fuss!

You're a beast!

ROBERT:
Oh, not quite
a beast, I hope.

I wanted to surprise you,
and I think I have.

Oh, Papa, you should have
let us know!

When did you get in?

This morning.

I'd forgotten
about the bazaar.

But it just shows
I was right

not to distract you all
from your labors.

What happened
to Uncle Harold?

A reprimand,
but nothing more.

BRANSON:
So it was worth
your going.

Well, I don't think I made
a blind bit of difference,

but let's hold on
to that fiction.

How was it?

Interesting.

Very modern
and very interesting.

How's it been here?

Not very interesting
and not very modern.

(laughs)

Carson.

Hello, Bates.

Have you missed me?

Because I've certainly
missed you.

Good to see you back, m'lord.

You're back.

I can't believe it.

If you knew how many times
I'd imagined this scene.

This is a treat.

It's been awhile.

I'm sorry if I've
stayed away.

Nay, no apologies.

Not from you, not here.

You're my daughter-in-law.

You're all that I've
got left of my son.

Whether you come here or not,
this is your home.

I do love it when I come.

I'm glad.

That's it.

Oh, there you are,
Alfred.

Nice to see you.

Have a glass of this.

Is Ivy about?

I'm just here.

Thank you.

How was the funeral?

It was well attended.

So that's something
for my mother to hold on to.

I read your letter.

I'm sorry if I hurt
your feelings.

No, I'm sorry.

I got the wrong end of the stick
when I were last up here,

but it were my mistake.

All you did was try
and give me a nice welcome,

and you can't
feel sorry for that.

We can part as friends?

We can as far
as I'm concerned.

Is Daisy here?

I wanted to see if she and I
could be friends and all

before I go.

She's gone to Mr. Mason's farm
for the day.

She won't be back 'til late.

Oh.

Daisy, are you here
to avoid seeing Alfred?

Ivy's turned him down again,

so he won't come back
after today.

What does Mrs. Patmore say
about it?

To stay away
so I don't meet him.

I would advise against that.

But why?

I thought you'd be glad
if I stayed a little bit longer.

Oh, I wish you'd stay
and never leave,

and I hope you will
one day.

But Mrs. Patmore's wrong.

Daisy, there won't be
too many people

that you love in your life,
and he is one.

I don't know
what I feel about him.

Not now.

Even so, you need to say
good-bye to this young man,

with nothing jagged,
nothing harsh between you.

I couldn't think of the words.

We'll find them
together.

And we'll get you back
to Downton in time.

Are you bearing up?

I'm never going to see
Michael again, am I?

If you want to go out there
and look for him,

I'll support you.

They've already
done all that.

Police and private detectives
and everything.

Well, then you
must be patient.

Sometimes I feel that God
doesn't want me to be happy.

My dear, all life is
a series of problems

which we must try and solve.

First one, then the next

and the next,

until at last we die.

(laughs)

Why don't you get us
an ice cream?

(laughs)

Yes.

That should sort it out.

Isn't that
Lord Gillingham?

What?
It can't be.

Where?

What does Miss Lane Fox
think about it?

That's what I wonder.

I agree.

He's the most
unconvincing fiancé

I've ever come across.

ROSAMUND:
Perhaps she doesn't know.

If we know, she knows.

You can count on that.

Green?

But how can he be dead?

I'm only telling you
what they told me.

That he was
in Piccadilly and he...

slipped or stumbled

and fell into the road.

I don't know what to say.

It just seemed so odd
after our conversation yesterday

that I felt that I should
bring you the news myself.

Can you explain to me now
why you wanted him sacked?

No.

ROBERT:
Hello, Tony.

Heavens, what a gathering
of the clans

today's turning out to be.

Would you excuse me
for a moment?

I don't suppose it's a good sign
to find you back at Downton?

Not really.

Not this time.

You mean he fell into
the road and he was hit?

Yesterday?

By a bus or a lorry,
apparently.

And someone saw this?

The pavement
was crowded.

Lots of people saw it.

That's a relief.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

I don't mean anything.

Mary!

Did your mother warn you
I was coming?

She did.

Why are you back
in Yorkshire so soon?

I'd no sooner got back
than I was dispatched

to a tenant farmers'
convention in Whitby.

But it's over now,
so I'll go home from here.

Can I ask you
something?

Of course.

It's an odd question.

Go on.

If you thought a man

was involved in a crime
or an incident

but you didn't blame him--

in fact you thought right
was on his side--

what would you do?

It's a bit theoretical
for an opinion.

But you don't believe
he was wrong?

No.

Well, I'm guessing
in the dark,

but I suspect
I would say nothing.

That isn't fair.

It's weighted.

Go on.

You have a go,
Mr. Molesley.

(laughs)

No, no, I won't manage it
if Jimmy can't.

Try.

I want to see it.

(bell rings)

Well done!

That was cheating.

Well, it's in the arms.

It's all to do
with the swing,

and the swing is
in the arms.

THOMAS:
So, Miss Baxter.

Anything to tell me about life
since I've been away?

BAXTER:
No.

Nothing's happened.

I'll find out if it has,
you know.

Leave her alone,
Mr. Barrow.

We don't want any bullying
brought back from overseas.

Do we, Miss Baxter?

Now, are there any stalls
you'd still like to see?

God, what a relief to be able
to drink in public

without a policeman
pouncing.

Down with Prohibition.

You can't mean
you never had a drink

all the time you were there.

Harold has his uses.

(laughs)

I suppose he does.

And let us hope they both
leave us in peace.

A slim hope,
I'm afraid.

Martha wants to bring him over
next summer

for Rose's coming-out ball.

Why?

She says she wants to see
another London Season

before she dies.

(sighs)

Oh!

You're still here.

Thank goodness.

I caught an early bus,
but it was delayed.

I thought I'd missed you.

I'm off to the station
now, Daisy.

And I won't be back.

My dad's gone,
and mother's moving to Crewe

to be nearer my sister,

so I'm glad you're here
to say good-bye.

I really am.

I've brought you a present.

Mr. Mason's made you
a basket full of things.

Rolls and cheese and ham

and jams and pickles,
and he's put some cider in too

to keep you going
on the train home.

CARSON:
That was kind of him, Daisy.

Are you sure it wasn't
meant for you?

No, he did it for Alfred.

I told him we were old friends,
so he did it for you.

You know Ivy turned me down?

I do, yes.

I think I've been a bit blind
where she's concerned.

Love is blind.

Maybe.

But I wonder now
I've not been a fool.

You've always been
so good to me, Daisy.

So true.

But I could never see it.

That's kind of you to say
and good to hear.

I loved you, Alfred.

I'll not deny it.

But that's done with now,

and what I felt
won't come back.

It's time for you to go
your way and me to go mine.

But you wish me well?

Oh, I do, Alfred, yeah.

So well.

So very well.

Friends forever.

Friends forever, Daisy.

Right, now this
really is good-bye.

(door closes)

Are you all right, Daisy?

I'll just get this off

and pop in the pantry
for my apron.

Well, that's that, then.

Do you know,

when you brought up
that basket,

I were so proud of you,
I felt like crying out.

If you were
my own daughter,

I couldn't be prouder
than I am now.

BLAKE:
You do know why I came today.

To see the bazaar?

To see you.

I find, perhaps
to my surprise,

that since I left,

I can't think of anything
but you.

To your surprise
and my surprise.

I'm only asking
for a chance.

Was there really
a conference in Whitby?

Of course not.

I'm flattered, Charles,
and even moved.

But rather than add to the list
of men I've disappointed,

it might be kinder
to refuse you now

and let you off the hook.

I'm afraid
I couldn't allow that.

Not without
putting up a fight.

What are you
still doing here?

I wish I knew
what you were up to yesterday.

Why did you go?

I wanted to get away.

You'd never do anything foolish,
would you?

You'd never risk everything
we've built together?

Certainly not.

You know me:
when I do a thing,

I like to have a very
good reason for doing it.

Where have you two
been hiding?

In plain view, where all
good tricksters hide.

Look what I've found!

Tom, will you see
if there are

some clean glasses
on that table?

Well done, my dear.

A real triumph!

I hope so.

I've told them
they can come back

and clear up the rest
tomorrow.

I thought that was the best
bazaar I've known here.

VIOLET:
Certainly.

At least since your father and I
were running it.

(laughing)

And now, as the Prodigal
Husband, home from the sea,

let me raise a glass
to my extraordinary wife

who can clearly manage
far better in my absence.

Cora.

Cora.
Mama.

Very well done,
Lady Grantham.

And now, I'm afraid
I should be going.

It was so kind of you
to come.

GILLINGHAM:
I don't suppose I could ask you
for a lift this time?

I came by train,
but I'd much rather drive.

Certainly.

I'll see you off.

What sort of ménage
has that turned into

while I've been away?