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Who will groan first when they see it,
Granny or Papa?

I should think they'll howl
at the moon in unison.

What in God's name
is this?

Well, I never.

Where did this come from?

I ordered it on the way through, in London,
picked it up on the way back.

It's an AC.

- Well, at least it's English.
- Welcome back, my darling.

- How was the honeymoon?
- My eyes have been opened.

Don't I know it. Now come on in.

- Did Anna get back all right?
- Yes.

Who's that for?
And why are you doing it down here?

It's for Mr Matthew. It was creased
and I brought it down to iron.

You're never looking after him.
What about Mr Molesley?

- He's staying on at Crawley House.
- Then why wasn't I asked?

- Mr Carson thought it best.
- Did he, indeed?

I wonder how that came about?

And if you are learning how to do your job,

you should never open a shirt in a room
like this where it might be marked,

let alone put studs in it.

- Do that in a dressing room and nowhere else.
- Thank you.

Yes, thank you, Thomas,
for always trying to be so very helpful.

So how did you enjoy the South of France?

It was lovely, but almost too hot even now.

I think it's such a shame they close
things up during the summer. I love the sun.

So we can see.

Oh, you couldn't be in Cannes in the summer.
No one could bear it.

I could.

- Just how long is she here for?
- Who knows?

No guest should be admitted
without the date of their departure settled.

- You won't get any argument from me.
- Hmm.

There's a hideous pile of post, I'm afraid.
I've put it on the hall table.

Don't look at it tonight.

What have you been up to?

As a matter of fact,
I've found myself a new occupation.

But I'm afraid Cousin Violet
doesn't think it's quite appropriate.

Can we talk about it afterwards?

Are there still forbidden subjects in 1920?

I can't believe this.

- I speak of taste, rather than law.
- Oh, it's not my taste.

What about you, Cora?

I agree with Mama.
Some subjects are not suitable for every ear.

Oh. Pas devant les domestiques?

Come on, my dear. Carson and Alfred
know more about life than we ever will.

Can't we stop this?

How? She's like a runaway train.

Shall we go through?

What about poor old Strallan?
Have you seen anything of him?

I don't know why you call him
'poor' or 'old' when he's neither.

Isn't it dangerous to let
this Strallan nonsense simmer on?

To be fair, I don't think it's coming from him.

Then ask him to end it.

It'll be more effective than if we try.

Ooh, she ate it, then.
I'm never sure about Americans and offal.

I think she'd eat whatever you put
in front of her, that one. What a gob.

Thought Mr Carson was gonna put
a bag over her head.

- Oops.
- Mrs Levinson knows you make fun of her.

But she makes fun of you.

Then we're all square, aren't we?

The chimney isn't drawing properly.
This oven's not hot enough.

Ooh, a bad workman always blames his tools.

- You're busy.
- No, I'm not.

Well, we're eating
in half an hour, but it's all done.

Well, if you could spare a minute.

This is very good.
I hope you didn't open it for me.

Certainly I did,
to welcome you into this house as my son.

I can't tell you how glad it makes me.

Robert, I want us always to feel
we can be honest with each other.

Of course.

Because Mary's told me
about your present difficulties.

She was right.

Losing Downton will affect you both
more than anyone.

I wonder if she's told you about
the will of Lavinia's father?

Well, yes, your father told me all about it.

But I cannot understand why so much
money was put into one company.

I couldn't agree more.

And now we're to be turned out of Downton...

Even Lloyd George can't want that.

I'm not sure he's a good example.

The point is, have we overlooked something?

Some source of revenue
previously untapped?

If only we had some coal, or gravel, or tin.

Well, I can think of someone
who's got plenty of tin.

So you help women who have fallen over?

Not quite.

Cousin Isobel helps women who have
had to degrade themselves to survive.

There's a centre in York.

Oh, no addresses, please,
or Alfred will be making notes.

So what do you do for these women?

Well, first we like to send them away, to rest.

I should think they need it.

And then we try to find them
alternative employment.

The war destroyed many households.

In thousands of families,
the bread-winners are dead.

So you want me to contribute?

You don't have to give money
after every conversation, Mother.

No? Isn't that what the English
expect of rich Americans?

But why can't you benefit from the will?
You've done nothing wrong.

When Swire made it he didn't know
I'd broken his daughter's heart.

It was to reward my fidelity,

when, in fact, I betrayed her.

If I kept that money,
I would be no better than a common criminal.

I see.

Well, if that's how you feel
then there's no more to be said.

I'm ever so sorry, milord.
I thought you were out of here.

Yes, we should be. Please. We're going now.

Well, it's a lump, all right.
There's no point in dithering about that.

What are you going to do about it?

I don't know.

Well, I do know. Tomorrow you'll make
an appointment with the doctor,

and we'll see what he's got to say.

But what if it's...

If it is, and I'm not saying it is,
it's best to know now.

I suppose so.

Now look.

You'll not be alone for a minute
if you don't want to be.

But we have to get it seen to.

And then there's expense.

If you must pay money,
better to a doctor than an undertaker.

If that's an example
of your bedside manner, Mrs Patmore,

I think I'd sooner face it alone.

It seems rather shocking for Anna
to have to find me en déshabillé.

Hmm.

I'm made of stout stuff, sir.
Don't worry about that.

Are you seeing Bates today?

- I am. And I can't wait.
- Give him our best wishes.

I'm sorry.
It still seems odd to be found in your bed.

But very nice.

Oh, as nice as nice can be.

I'm going to see Jarvis today
and find out what houses are available.

Mmm... Do you have to,
when these are our last days here?

I thought something might have
turned up when we were away,

but it seems it hasn't.

Would you rather wait until we have to go,
and find a new house then?

After all, darling, you are the one
who's pushing us out.

But Mary's only just got back
from honeymoon. It's her family time.

- But you are...
- Please stop saying I'm family when I'm not.

I'll be there for the big dinner next week.

- What is it?
- I know you don't mean to hurt me, but...

Of course I don't.
That's the last thing I'd ever wish to do.

Then why do you shove me away?

I don't want to, not at all, but I...

If you're going to talk about
your wretched arm again, I won't listen.

It's not just my arm.

I'm too old for you. You need a young chap,
with his life ahead of him.

But your life's ahead of you...

Oh, my dear, if only you knew
how much I'd like to believe that.

Then it's settled.
You're not going to push me away any more,

and you are coming for dinner tonight.

That's all there is to it.

How'd you get on with Vera's book?

I had a few answers
waiting for me when I got back

and two returned 'address unknown.'

Who from? Let me see...
One was a Mr Harlip, I think.

And the other was... Mrs Bartlett, was it?

Harlip doesn't matter. He was a cousin
in the North. She never saw him.

But Mrs Bartlett's a shame. She lived round
the corner. She was very friendly with Vera.

I'll find her. Don't worry.

Tell me about France. Did you eat
frogs' legs and dance the cancan?

No.

But I bought a garter.

You have no other symptoms?

Not that I'm aware of.

You're not feeling ill or tired?

I can't swear to not feeling tired,
but nothing out of the ordinary.

Very well.

Well, I'm just going to conduct
a preliminary examination.

Do you mind if I stay?

I should prefer it.

What have you got there?

Mr Matthew's tailcoat.
What do you think that is?

Hmm, hard to say.

I've tried it with all the usual things,
but I can't shift it.

- I'll give you a tip if you like.
- Would you, really?

But keep it to yourself.
I don't want to give away all my secrets.

Oh. There you are, my dear.

- Good morning, Granny.
- I've been looking for you.

Now, I want to know if we're serious.

About getting that woman... about asking
your other grandmother to come to our aid.

She's made of money, and there's only Mama
and Uncle Harold to share it when she's gone.

You... We can't wait that long.

She looks as if she'll bury us all.
No, we must act now.

We must make her feel
it is her duty to save Downton.

But how? What can we do?

Well, get her to sense its value,

its vital role in the area.

You're her granddaughter.
This will be your house if it survives.

Surely you can make something of that,
if she has a heart at all.

We'll come for tea this afternoon.

Then we can begin.

Believe me, there are several stages to go
through before there's any cause for despair.

What stages?

When you come back in a day or two
I will remove some fluid from the cyst.

With any luck,
it'll be clear and that will be that.

- How will you do it?
- With a syringe.

Will it hurt?

Since he has to do it whether it hurts or not,
I don't see the point for that question.

What I want to know is,
what happens if the fluid is not clear?

It'll be sent away for analysis.

Because it may be... cancer?

It may be cancer,
but I am fairly certain it is not.

There you are.

It's very, very unlikely. Isn't it, Doctor?

If the doctor treats me like an adult,
Mrs Patmore,

why do you insist on treating me like a child?

- Does this seem slow to you?
- Not really.

Mrs Levinson is going to the Dower House
with the others for tea.

- I think he likes me.
- He's being friendly. That's all.

Are you all right? You seem to
have been slaving away for hours.

I want to be up to date
with it all before I get back into the office.

Anything from Mr Swire's lawyer?

You can read it if you like.

So you are definitely Reggie's heir?

Looks like it.

But if they have to get a death certificate
out of the Indian authorities

it won't all be settled by Tuesday.

Good.

Why is it good?

The delay may give you time
to change your mind.

Stop punishing me, Mary. Please.

If I accepted the legacy, I would be taking
money under false pretences. I'd be stealing.

Your father understands. Now why can't you?

I don't think he understands at all.
He just doesn't want to beg.

Anyway, I'm off to Granny's for tea.
I'll see you later.

I do love you so terribly much.

Yes. I know you do.

So what's Harold doing now?

His idée fixe is yachts.

Bigger yachts, faster yachts...
Something with yachts.

Is he happy?

He's much too busy to find out.

It always seems so strange to me
that Cora has a brother.

- Why?
- You know how things work here, Mother.

If there's a boy,
the daughters don't get anything.

There is no such thing
as an English heiress with a brother.

Why do we never see him?

- Oh, Harold hates to leave America.
- Curious.

He hates to leave America,
I should hate to go there.

You don't mean that, Granny,
when we're both so drawn to America.

Indeed. Indeed, we are. Never more than now,

when the bond between the Crawleys
and the Levinsons is so strong.

That's nice, if you mean it, Mama.

I do.

It is marvellous the way
our families support each other.

You mean you needed the Levinson cash
to keep the Crawleys on top.

I'm not sure we'd put it that way.

I am quite sure we would not.

But I hope you do feel
that Mama's fortune has been well spent

in shoring up an ancient family.

Hmm.

Ah, you gotta spend it on somethin'.

- What happened here?
- I...

I just...

- You just what?
- There was a mark in it.

Well, I know there was a mark in it,
but you didn't need to burn it away.

What have you done?

Well, I'll go down in my dinner jacket.

You can send it to my tailor
in London in the morning.

Come on. Nobody's died.
Just find the dinner jacket.

Mrs Hughes, there don't seem to be
any glasses laid for the pudding wine.

Oh. Are they having one tonight?

It's on the menus.
I don't write them for my own amusement.

No. I dare say not.

Mrs Hughes, I am trying,
and so far failing, to persuade his Lordship

to bring the staff levels back up to snuff.

But until he does,
it is vital that you pull your weight.

Newport's not a jungle. Not at all.

But it is a little less formal.

Well, Matthew obviously wants you
to feel at home in his play clothes.

Don't blame me for this. I'm afraid
Alfred and I had a bit of a disaster earlier.

Why? What happened?

Somehow, the poor chap
managed to burn a hole in my tails.

- But don't worry. Can be mended.
- Careful, Carson. Steady the Buffs.

Beg your pardon, milord.

I rather like dinner jackets

And I agree with you.
Sometimes it is nice to be informal.

Especially when a couple is alone.

But people like us should
lead the fight to keep tradition going.

If you mean we can never change,
I can't agree to that.

Nor me.

I think accepting change is quite
as important as defending the past.

But the role of houses like Downton
is to protect tradition.

- That's why they're so important to maintain.
- Don't you agree, Mrs Levinson?

We must do everything in our power
to keep houses like Downton going.

Sure. If you think it's worth it.

So, who's coming to dinner next week?

Some locals. We thought
you'd like to see Downton on parade.

That's right, Grandmama.
I'm glad we've planned a dinner.

We can show you the real point of Downton.

I don't know what to say, Mr Carson.

- What's going on here?
- Alfred has embarrassed the family.

He forced Mr Matthew to appear downstairs
improperly dressed.

Oh, you make it sound quite exciting.

I will not tolerate vulgarity,
thank you, Miss O'Brien.

I'm sure Alfred didn't mean to, Mr Carson.

- I asked Thomas how to get a mark...
- Oi, oi. What's this?

The stuff you gave me to clean
the tails burned a hole in them.

No such thing.
I gave you some soda crystals, that's all.

If you used them wrongly, it's not my fault.

This is what comes of making him run
before he could walk.

If you want me to stay away from her,
of course I will.

- I know it sounds harsh.
- Please, Robert. I understand completely.

Lady Edith is your daughter,
and you don't want her involved

with some cripple who is far too old.

Now you're the one who's harsh.

The trouble is, she calls round regularly.

I can hardly ask for her not to be admitted.

I suppose I could write to her.

I hope you won't feel
we can't be friends after this.

But let's leave it for a while?

- I'll duck out of the dinner next week.
- It might be best.

Thank you.

That's the one you should have taken.
Soda crystals.

But he didn't give me that.
He pointed to this one. I promise.

You don't have to promise. I believe you.

So you think he's not ready?

He's just a lad, milord.
He can see to the odd visitor,

but permanent valet to Mr Matthew?

It's too much.

Actually, I'm pretty sure
Mr Crawley would rather manage on his own.

They wouldn't like that downstairs, milord.

I was afraid you'd say that.

So what would you suggest?

Ask Mr Molesley to join us.

It'd be kinder to Alfred in the long run.

Kinder than asking more than he can give.

How is that poor footman?
I thought Carson was going to eat him alive.

Very glum. To be honest, he has been a clot.

I'll have to send the coat up to London.

Well, get it done quickly. This dinner
has to be the grandest of the grand.

What do you hope to show her?

Why Downton matters.
Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart.

Hasn't Cora had her share
of the Levinson gold?

I thought what was left
was headed for your uncle.

It's not so laid down in America.
He's as rich as Croesus, as it is.

So you mean to fleece her?

Since you're the one to get us
out of this hole if you wanted to,

I won't take any criticism, thank you.

Will she do it?

Granny means to make her,
or die in the attempt.

Now stop talking and kiss me
before I get cross.

Well, you heard him.
With any luck, you'll know at once.

I wish you could get those maids
under control.

They've broken one of the serving dishes
this time, and with the dinner next week.

We're short of a footman,

we're short of a kitchen maid
and one house maid, at least.

That's if Anna is to be a proper lady's maid,
which is what Lady Mary wants.

Well, naturally.
She likes things done properly.

For heaven's sake,
we can't do things properly

until either his Lordship allows us
the staff we need,

or until you and the blessed Lady Mary
come down from that cloud

and join the human race!

I can only suppose that you are over-tired.

- I bid you good night.
- You see, she...

Good night, Mr Carson.

We will discuss the dinner in the morning.

And no, Mrs Patmore, you may not tell him.

Have you finished with Mr Matthew?

- I have. He's in the dining room.
- Very good.

You won't need to attend to him again.

Mr Molesley will be coming up
from the village.

Has Mr Matthew complained?

He didn't have to. It's not your fault.
We've hurried you along too fast.

You mustn't feel badly.

This is Thomas's doing. But don't you fret.

We'll make him sorry.

I'm on your side.

I'm glad somebody is.

No Mary?

She says she's a married woman now,
so she can have breakfast in bed.

Huh!

I'm sorry about your tails.

Carson's sending them up
on the London train this morning.

They'll have to put a new panel in.

We thought we'd get Molesley
to come and look after you.

- He knows your ways.
- I'm perfectly happy...

I think it best if he comes.

I do need to talk to you
about the other staff we need, milord.

Not now, Carson.

But you may send for Molesley,
if Mrs Crawley has no objection.

Edith?

Oh, Papa! How could you?

Golly. Do you know what that was?

I'm afraid I probably do.

I'm sorry,

but quite enough of my father's money
has already been poured into Downton.

Why should Harold lose
half his inheritance because of our folly?

So it's all Papa's fault?

Well, it isn't my mother's
and it isn't my brother's.

I don't see why they should pay for it.

- We're still going to ask.
- What are you so afraid of?

If we sell, we move to a smaller house
and a more modest estate.

- We don't have to go down the mine.
- You don't understand.

Mary, a lot of people
live in smaller houses than they used to.

Which only goes to show
that you're American and I am English.

I shall be Countess of Grantham one day

and, in my book, the Countess of Grantham
lives at Downton Abbey.

What job might you be suited to?

Because we're not simply here
to give you food.

We must try to find you
your place in the world.

Do you want to speak to me?

Yes, Mrs Crawley, I do.

Have you come for our help?
You're very welcome if you have.

Wait a minute. I know you.

You were the maid who brought your child
into the dining room at Downton that time.

I'm sorry. This has been a mistake.

I thought I was ready to ask you, but I'm not.

I'm not ready.

Ask me what?

I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ladies.

- The fact is, it's not quite as simple.
- Oh, my God.

Mrs Patmore, will you please
leave the hysteria to me?

I'm afraid the test was inconclusive.

I had hoped that the fluid from the cyst would
be clear, but there are traces of blood in it.

Not enough to confirm
the presence of cancer,

but a little too much to exclude it.

- So what happens now?
- I send it away for analysis.

- And this stage will take some time.
- How much time?

- Anything up to two months.
- Oh, my...

Until then, please try to take it
a little more easily.

- Sit down and put your feet up, if you can
- Ooh, chance'd be a fine thing.

Would you like me to say something
to Lady Grantham?

No, thank you, Doctor.
I'll speak to her myself if I need to.

Thank you.

My darling girl, what's this?

I think you know what it is,
since you asked Sir Anthony to write.

Edith, you do understand
that I only ever want what's best for you?

- And you're the judge of that?
- In this, I think I am.

Sybil marries a chauffeur
and you welcome him to Downton.

But when I'm in love with a gentleman,
you cast him into the outer darkness.

She has a point, Robert.

Strallan is certainly a gentleman...

Well, besides which, Edith tells me
he has a house, he has money, he has a title,

- everything that you care about.
- You make me sound very shallow.

Aren't you? When you make me
give him up because he has a bad arm?

It's not the only reason. He's a quarter
of a century too old. Did she tell you that?

Your daughter is sad and lonely, Robert.

- Now, I don't mean to interfere, but...
- Don't you?

If you ban him from Downton,
I'll only go to his house. I mean it.

I don't believe he'd see you.

Then I'll just wait outside until he does.

How can you not like him because of his age,

when almost every young man
we grew up with is dead?

Do you want me to spend my life alone?

I didn't say I don't like him.
I like him very much.

So do I, Papa. Oh, so do I.

Please, ask him back.

He writes he's not coming to Mama's dinner,
but please make him. Please, please, please.

Oh, all right, then.

I've found Mrs Bartlett.

I wrote back to the tenant
of her old house, explaining,

and they've sent me a forwarding address.

I don't know why they didn't before.

Just because you know where she is
doesn't mean she'll talk to you.

Why not?

Audrey Bartlett was the nearest thing
Vera had to a friend.

That's why I want to meet her.

Maybe, but when she looks at you
she won't see the real Anna Bates.

She doesn't have to like me.
I need her to be honest.

I'm going to write and ask for a meeting.

- I can get to London and back in a day.
- She won't agree.

I've the rent from the house,
so I can make it worth her while.

Why do you think Vera didn't go
and see her instead of sending that letter?

What do you mean?

When Vera was frightened about
your visit, she wrote that letter

saying how scared she was
instead of walking round to see her friend.

Maybe she did both.

So, what's the news at home?

I shouldn't tell you, really.

I haven't told any of the others.

It's breaking the code of a lady's maid.

His Lordship's in trouble.

- It seems they may have to sell.
- What?

Sell Downton?

Well, that makes me sad.

I wouldn't have thought there was much
that could touch me in here, but that does.

It's never come.

They promised and promised, and I thought
it was sure to be on the seven o'clock.

But it's not.

Well, I'll just have to wear black tie.

But Lady Mary, she'll...

These things don't matter
as much as they did.

Lady Mary knows that as well as anyone.

- Thank you. I know I'm early
Granny!

- Come and see what we've done!
- Ooh, excuse us.

What do you think?

Nothing succeeds like excess.

- When shall we tackle her?
- After dinner. We'll get her on her own.

She won't want to see all this go.

Not now she knows it's
for her own granddaughter. She won't.

Never mistake a wish for a certainty.

Let's hope she won't.

- Mrs Patmore.
- What is it now?

It's smoking. The range.

The wind must be in the wrong direction.
Just rake it through.

- Where's Alfred?
- Why?

- Where's Alfred?
- I think he's in the servants' hall.

Where are they?

- Where are what?
- His bloody evening shirts, that's what!

Where have you put them?

I haven't touched his evening shirts.
Why would I?

- Have you done this?
- Thomas.

Why would I know anything about
his Lordship's shirts?

When I find out...

Keep your histrionics to yourself
and hurry up about it.

Her Ladyship's already in the drawing room.

Are you telling me
his Lordship's not even dressed?

- You can't have lost them all!
- I haven't lost any of them, milord.

Them... They've been taken by someone,
stolen, pinched.

- Why would they do that?
- To get at me, milord.

Are you not popular downstairs?

Oh, I wouldn't say that, milord.

But you know how people can be.

They like a little joke.

Well, I'm sorry, but this is quite unacceptable.

If you uncover the culprit, refer them to me.

But for now, what are we going to do?

Good evening, Sir John.

It can't be going out!

Well, it is. There must be a block in the flue.

But the dinner's not cooked.
We haven't even put in the soufflés.

There'll be no soufflés tonight.

And the mutton's still raw.

What in heaven's name is going on?

I'll tell you what. We've 20 lords and ladies
in the drawing room waiting for dinner,

and we've got no dinner to give them.

Oh, my God.

Why are you not in white tie?

Darling, please forgive me.
I'm afraid they never sent my tails back.

Oh, no. You are not in white tie either.
What have you come as'?

I am so sorry.
Thomas has lost all my dress shirts.

Why... Why is he still here? I thought
you'd given him his marching orders.

I had, but my dear mother-in-law intervened.

- I've a good mind to tell her...
- No, no, no. Not tonight.

She must have it all her own way tonight,
don't you think?

Oh. You two are dressed for a barbecue.

And I feel like a Chicago bootlegger.

I don't even know what that means,
but it sounds almost as peculiar as you look.

Robert, come quickly.

- What is it?
- Apparently, the oven's broken down.

It can't have done. What does that mean?

To cut a long story short,
it means we have no food.

Oh.

Funny clothes and no food.
It should be quite an evening.

Thank you, Mother.

Nothing's cooked
and nothing's going to be cooked.

- But surely...
- Shall we just tell them to go home?

No, Cora, please. Come on.

They've come for a party
and we'll give them a party.

Carson, clear the table.
You go down to the larders,

you bring up bread, fruit, cheese,
chicken, ham, whatever's edible.

We're going to have an indoor picnic.
They're going to eat whatever they want,

wherever they want, all over the house.

- Are you quite sure, madam?
- It's not really how we do it.

How you used to do it.

Oh, come on. It might be fun.

I agree.
We'll all pull together and it'll be great fun.

Yes! Now, I know what we need.
Does anyone here play the piano?

Oh, Mama. This is so exactly not
what we wanted the evening to be!

If it's the end of your undignified
campaign, I won't be sorry.

- We can't just give up.
- Certainly not.

Do you think I might have a drink?

Oh, I'm so sorry.
I thought you were a waiter.

Slice that finely, and fetch some parsley.
And cut the dry bits off.

You're good to lend a hand.

I don't mind helping. I think
it's good to do other things sometimes.

- I know you do.
- There's not much left of this.

Better cut it in squares
and put it with the ham.

You're very smart in your new valet's outfit.

Alfred, go and check the meat larder.

Bring anything back you think
a human being could swallow.

Chop, chop, Mrs Hughes.
We can rest later, but not yet.

- But, Mr Carson, would you just...
- Mr Carson's quite right.

There's not a minute to lose.

Psst. Do you want to know a secret?

Those shirts that Thomas thinks you stole?

I saw who took 'em
and I know where they are.

- Who did take them?
- Never mind that.

But I followed. I'll show you if you want.

- Why are you being so nice to me?
- Because I like you.

- And you can say it, just like that?
- I'm an American, Alfred, and this is 1920.

Time to live a little.

I thought you were just trying
to find something out for Mrs Levinson

What would she need to find out when she
can read 'em all like the palm of her hand?

- She won't help, you know.
- Help with what?

Never mind. Just kiss me again.

Now, all of you,
find whatever it is you want to eat

and take it wherever you want to sit!

- Anywhere?
- Anywhere, all over the house.

If any of you have ever wanted to explore
Downton Abbey, this is your chance.

I'm sorry if it's all a bit casual.

It's exciting, Lord Grantham.
I feel like one of those bright young people

they write about in the newspapers.

Thank you, Lady Manville.

Cheer up. She won't be here forever.

But how much damage will be done
before she goes?

♪ Let me call you Sweetheart

♪ I'm in love with you

♪ Let me hear you whisper

♪ That you love me too

♪ Keep the love light glowing

♪ In your eyes so true

♪ Let me call you Sweetheart

♪ I'm in love

♪ With you ♪

Is there anything
for our supper?

I've hidden a veal-and-egg pie.

Oh, I wish you'd let me talk to Mr Carson.

I don't want to be a sick woman
in his eyes for the next two months.

Or a dying one,
in the months to come after that.

I know it'll be all right.

No, you don't. But I appreciate the sentiment.

Are you absolutely sure
you won't wake up in ten years' time

and wonder why you're tied
to this crippled old codger?

Only if you keep talking like that.

Do you know how much you mean to me?

You have given me back my life.

That's more like it.

And you're certain you won't wait?

To give you the chance to change your mind?

Don't worry. I can get it organised in a month.

- Shall we tell them tonight?
- No, no. I'll come back in the morning.

Alfred, can I ask you something?

- Why do you like that American girl?
- Steady. Who says I do?

Don't you?

All right. I suppose I do.

And it doesn't matter that she's fast,

or that you won't see her again
after she's gone home?

So what?
She made me feel good about myself, Daisy.

I feel good for the first time since I came here.
That's what matters to me.

Alfred, hurry up.
I need you to take round the claret.

All through the rooms?
Won't they spill it on the floor?

If you ask me, we are staring
into the chaos of Gomorrah.

But we have to give them more wine,
and you are going to help.

- What's that?
- I have to take it upstairs, for his Lordship.

Then be quick about it.

But of course I'll help you any way I can.

Thank heaven.

Oh, it seems our family owes
Downton's survival to the Levinsons,

not once but twice.

No.
I'm so sorry, but you've misunderstood me.

No, I cannot rescue Downton.
It's a shame if it has to go,

- but I can't.
- But why not?

Because your Grandpa tied the money down.

He felt that the Crawley family
had quite enough.

But you said you'd help us.

I can entertain all of you
in Newport and in New York,

and I can add to Cora's dress allowance,
but that's all.

My income might be generous,
but I cannot touch the capital.

Besides, Mary, the world has changed.

These houses were built for another age.

Are you quite sure you want to continue
with the bother of it all?

Quite sure.

If I were you and I knew I was going to lose it,
I should look on the sunny side.

Both of our husbands tied the money up tight
before they were taken.

Lord Grantham wasn't taken.

He died.

I suppose it's scrap sandwich
for the servants tonight.

Mrs Patmore's kept something by.

Who put them back?

What?

The shirts. Who put them back?

Oh? They're back, are they'? You mean
you overlooked them in the first place.

Don't tell me what I mean, Miss O'Brien.

- I'm warning you.
- Listen to yourself.

You sound like Tom Mix
in a Wild West picture show.

Stop warning me
and go and lay out his Lordship's pyjamas.

What are you laughing at?

Seems those missing shirts
went for a walk and now they've come home.

Really? Have they?

- You didn't see nothing.
- I agree.

Because if you did, I'll cut you.

Don't ever threaten me.

I forgot I was sharing a cell with a murderer.

Don't forget it again.

This evening has made me
homesick for America.

It's time to go.

I don't suppose you want
some whisky to take to bed?

Oh, but I'd love one.

No water.

Thank you.

I'm sorry I can't help you
keep Downton, Robert.

That's what Mary wanted.

Ah.

I thought there was something.

You know, the way to deal
with the world today is not to ignore it.

If you do, you'll just get hurt.

Sometimes I feel like a creature in the wilds

whose natural habitat
is gradually being destroyed.

Some animals adapt to new surroundings.

It seems a better choice than extinction.

I don't think it is a choice.

I think it's what's in you.

Well, let's hope that what's in you will carry
you through these times to a safer shore.

Is everything all right?

Certainly.

Was there something you wanted?

The kitchen managed well tonight,
in difficult circumstances.

His Lordship sent his thanks.

Was the evening a success?

The odd thing is, I think it was.

Though, for me,
everyone sprawled on the floor,

eating like beaters at a break
in the shooting... That's not a party.

It's a work's outing. Where's the style,
Mrs Hughes? Where's the show?

Perhaps people are tired of style and show.

Well, in my opinion,
to misquote Doctor Johnson,

"if you're tired of style, you are tired of life."

Good night, Mr Carson.

You'd say if anything was wrong,
wouldn't you?

I know I've been a bit crabby,
but I am on your side.

Thank you for that.

You've just missed an admirer.

- Mr Carson says you did well tonight.
- Hmm.

Did you tell him?

No.

And what is there to tell?

One day, I will die.

And so will he, and you,
and every one of us under this roof.

You must put these things
in proportion, Mrs Patmore.

And I think I can do that now.