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Should we give them
some more space

between the beds?

Well, we could give them...

Not much.

I'm determined
to defend the library

as a recreation room.

Where are we to sit?

We can screen off
the small library.

Is that all?

I suppose...

Or we could leave you
the boudoir.

I wanted to put
the intermediaries in there,

but we don't have to.

How kind.

Why will we only have officers?

Surely all wounded men
need to convalesce.

CLARKSON: The hospital
is for officers,

and the whole idea is to have a
complimentary convalescent home.

Of course.

But I don't know if we can make
that an absolute rule.

If the world were logical,
I would rather agree with you.

Which comes as no surprise.

You would not, I imagine.

You imagine right.

What these men will need
is rest and relaxation.

Will that be achieved
by mixing ranks

and putting everyone on edge?

Granny.
What?

Different ranks
can relax together.

It has been known.

Well, don't look at me.

I'm very good at mixing.

We always danced the first waltz
at the Servants' Ball,

didn't we, Carson?

It was an honor, my lady.

It's a lot to ask when people
aren't at their best.

I'm searching for Lady Mary,
Carson.

Will you tell her
I'm in the library?

Don't loiter, Edith.

There's plenty to be done.

Of course, but I'm not
quite sure what...

Sybil, I wanted to have
a quick word...

I'm going down to the village
this afternoon

if anyone wants anything.

Some stamps would be kind.

I'll get you the money.

I'd like to thank you all
for your work this morning.

It's so strange to see the rooms
converted into dormitories.

But good.

It was wrong for our life
to chug along

as if the war were only
happening to other people.

How will it be, though?

Are we all working
for Mrs. Crawley now?

We are not.

I'm sure the chain of command

will be sorted out soon.

Or there'll be blood
on the stairs.

Thank you, Miss O'Brien.

But what do you think it meant?

Really, Granny.

Lavinia Swire
knows Richard Carlisle.

So what?

One knows lots
of people in London.

I don't know many people who'd
threaten me behind the laurels.

Aunt Rosamund said herself she
didn't know what to make of it.

I still think
it's a peculiar way

for a gentleman to speak
to a lady.

At least you think him
a gentleman.

The point is, do you think
he's a gentleman?

I'm not sure it matters much
to me.

Well, I'm going up to London

to stay with Rosamund
for a day or two.

I think we'll have Lavinia
for tea.

You sound as if you're going
to gobble her up.

If only we could.

But where are they going to eat?

I understand from Mrs. Crawley

that they'll share
the dining room

with the officers
who are almost well.

So am I running a canteen now?

William says he's got time off

between the end of his training
and going overseas.

He'll be with
his father, surely?

He's going home first,

but he wants to come here
for his last night.

You wouldn't mind that,
would you, Mr. Carson?

CARSON:
Certainly not.

I'd be glad to wish him well
on his way.

Oh, for you,
Mr. Branson.

Why do you think
he's coming here?

To see us all and say goodbye.

What's wrong with that?

But suppose it's something more.

Suppose he's got plans.

Well you have to deal with that
when it happens.

And mind you deal fair.

Now go and grate that suet
before I grow old and die.

Who will be in charge?

Cousin Isobel
thinks it'll be her.

All I know is that she'll drive
us mad before the end.

I'm going up to change.

I just want to finish this.

Aren't you going
to the hospital?

SYBIL:
Not yet.

I'm on a night shift.

I'll walk down after dinner.

And please don't start
lecturing me.

I won't.

The truth is I envy you.

Do you ever miss helping out
on the Drakes' farm?

That's a funny question.

Why?

No reason.

It's just you seemed to have
such a purpose there.

It suited you.

It did suit me.

I enjoyed it,

but now I feel like
a spare part.

Trust me.

You have a talent that none
of the rest of us have.

Just find out what it is
and use it.

It's doing nothing
that's the enemy.

The truth is, m'lady,

Mrs. Crawley has forgotten
this is your house.

And we need a friend in charge
of the day-to-day management.

Because if Mrs. Crawley gets one
of her toadies in to run things,

she'll have her nose
in every pie

before you can say
Jack Robinson.

But who?

What about Thomas, m'lady?

He's hospital trained

and he's always
had a soft spot for Downton.

Thomas, the footman?

Managing Downton Abbey?

But he's not a footman,
now is he?

He's a corporal, with real
battle experience as a medic.

Could Doctor Clarkson spare him?

Well, I suppose he'll have
to spare somebody.

Are you all right?

You seem a bit preoccupied.

I had a...

no, never mind.

What?

It was this afternoon.

In the village.

I thought I saw Mr. Bates.

Bates?

Isn't he in London?

I might have been wrong.

I walked over
to where he was standing

and there was
no sign of him, but...

Do you know his address
in London?

As long as he's still there.

Why?

I'll telephone Sir Richard
and ask him to look into it.

But what would he know?

He works in newspapers,

a world of spies, tip-offs,
and private investigators.

I promise you, he can find out
whatever he likes.

All right, then.

If you think he can help.

Good.

I'll ring him tonight.

Not bad.

Try to fit in a bit of practice.

We've plenty of time
to get it right,

before there's anyone
to see me who matters.

I only know Sir Richard
because he is, or was,

a friend of my father's

and of my uncle, Jonathan Swire.

The Liberal minister?
That's it.

But I'm afraid
they've fallen out.

Oh.

This room is so pretty.

Has the house always been
the Painswicks' London home?

There's no "always"
about the Painswicks, my dear.

They were invented from scratch

by my son-in-law's grandfather.

We bought the house
when we were married.

You make Mr. Painswick
sound rather a rough diamond,

Lady Grantham.

Marmaduke wasn't a rough
diamond, was he, Mama?

No.

He was just cut and polished
comparatively recently.

Carson's told Papa
you've been called up.

There's no need to look
so serious.

You'd think me rather heartless
if I didn't.

I'm not going to fight.

You'll have to.

I will not.

I'm going to be
a conscientious objector.

They'll put you in prison.

I'd rather prison
than the Dardanelles.

When will you tell them?

In my own good time.

I don't understand.

I'll go to the medical.

I'll report for duty,
and when I'm on parade,

I'll march out front and I'll
shout it loud and clear.

And if that doesn't
make the newspapers,

then I'm a monkey's uncle.

But you'll have a record
for the rest of your life.

At least I'll have a life.

MRS. PATMORE: I know the popular fantasy
is that you can feed six strong men

from a single seed cake,
but you and I know better.

DAISY: Have we got the
flour for any more?

Go and check now.

Cheer up.

It's not as bad as that.

What's the matter,
Mr. Lang?

Tell me.

I won't bite.

I sometimes feel
I'm the only one

who knows what's going on
over there.

You all wander round ironing
clothes and cleaning boots

and choosing what's for dinner,

while over the Channel,

men are killed

and maimed

and blown to pieces.

We know more than you think.

The war hasn't left us alone,
it hasn't left me alone,

however it may look.

Have you any idea
how scared they are?

How scared they all are?

I lost my nephew,
my sister's boy.

He was shot...

for cowardice.

That's what they said,

but I knew him and he'd never
have done such a thing

if he hadn't been
half out of his mind with fear.

Don't blame him.

It was him,
but it could have been me.

It could have been any of us.

Suppose I don't want
to come back?

To be in charge?

Telling Mr. Carson
what to do?

Why?

What's in it for you?

All right,

it's to stop Mrs. Crawley
bossing her ladyship about.

She behaves as if
she owns the place.

You've changed your tune.

When I were last here,

you'd have given money
to see her ladyship eat dirt.

Well, like you say,
I've changed me tune.

People do.

Not without a reason.

I've got my reasons.

You've also got her ladyship

wrapped round
your little finger.

Maybe.

That's my business.

But I'll not hurt her,

and I'll not let anyone else
hurt her, neither.

That's all I've got to say.

You're a queer one
and no mistake.

So will you come
if I can fix it?

Why not?

I like the idea of giving orders
to old Carson.

I go away for five minutes

and everything's settled!

Nothing's settled.

For a start, which rooms
will we live in?

The small library
and the boudoir.

If cousin Isobel
can find somewhere else

for the intermediaries.

VIOLET: There's
always the boot room.

I'm sure you'll have use
of that.

And where are we supposed
to eat?

You can share the dining room

with those officers...

No.

We all have
to make sacrifices...

No!

CLARKSON: Then we'll have
tables set up in the great hall

for the mobile officers
and for the nurses.

And Lady Grantham,

I know you'll be happy
about one decision.

Lady Grantham asked
that the house management

might be put into the hands
of Corporal Barrow.

Your former footman, Thomas.

Thomas?

In charge of Downton?

No, that's what
I thought at first.

But he isn't a footman now.

He's a soldier.

He's worked in medicine.

The point is,
someone has to run the place

who's had medical training.

But I really feel...

The men won't accept the
authority of a corporal.

I've thought of that.

I told my commanding officer

that Lady Grantham had asked
for Corporal Barrow

and he's prepared
to have him raised

to the rank of acting sergeant.

But can you spare him?

We can.

I have gone to some
trouble to do so.

Sergeant Barrow will manage
the daily running of Downton

and I shall be
in overall charge.

But you have the hospital.

Aren't we missing a tier?

Surely there should be
someone here permanently

who is under you
but over Thomas?

That's correct.

And I will make
a decision before long.

Until then, I do assure you,

Corporal Barrow
is very efficient.

I say good.

If someone's to manage things,
let it be our creature.

ISOBEL:
Why?

Are you planning to divide
his loyalties?

I wouldn't say
I was planning it.

CARSON: William has asked to stay
here, my lord.

Just for a night.

On his way to active duty
in France.

Good.

I should like to see him.

I don't suppose there's any way

we can keep him from harm?

Him being an only child and all.

We'd hate for anything
to happen.

Thank you, Lang.

I can do the rest.

Very sorry, m'lord.

To get back to the notion

of Thomas as the manager
of Downton...

He won't be a manager
in that sense.

But her ladyship
fixed it all with Clarkson,

and she was so pleased

I didn't know what to say.

"I cannot have him working here
because he is a thief?"

You know she's ignorant
of Thomas' crimes.

We agreed at the time
that would be best.

And anyway,
is it honorable in us

to hold Thomas' sins against him

when he has been wounded
in the service of the King?

And who is to be
in charge over Thomas?

You mean under Doctor Clarkson?

Well, we asked today,
but he hasn't decided.

So we just make it up
as we go along?

Unless you've got a better idea.

Are you still here,
Mr. Branson?

Why don't you stay
and have something to eat?

Mr. Branson's
been telling us

the news from Russia.

What news is that?

Kerensky's been made
Prime Minister

but he won't go
far enough for me.

Lenin denounces the bourgeoisie
along with the Tsar.

He wants a people's revolution,

and that's what I'm waiting for.

It won't be long, now.

And what's happened to the Tsar?

Imprisoned
in the Alexander Palace

with all his family.

What a dreadful thing.

They won't hurt them.

Why would they?

To make an example?

Give them some credit.

This is a new dawn,
a new age of government.

No one wants to start it

with the murder of a bunch
of young girls.

You don't know that.

Nobody knows who'll get killed

when these things start.

Look at her nephew.

Shot for cowardice.

Who'd have guessed that

when he was saying hello

to the neighbors?

Or kissing his mother goodnight?

Can you look at the crumble?

I think it should come out,

but it's five minutes earlier

than you said...

I'm sorry.

I never thought...

Then you should think,
Mr. Lang.

You're not the only member
of the walking wounded

in this house.

Why are you coming in this way?

I'm the manager here now,
Mr. Carson.

Or had you forgotten?

No.

I had not forgotten.

And will you be moving
into your old room?

Or should we prepare
a guest bedroom?

I'll sleep in my old room,
thanks.

So,

are we ready
for the big invasion?

'Cause they'll be here
at tea time.

We'll have to be ready,
won't we, Thomas?

We will, Mr. Carson.

And it's Sergeant Barrow now.

Acting Sergeant, I believe.

Quick as you can, gentlemen.

Driver, when you've
finished unloading here,

go straight back to the hospital

but find Orderly Wainwright...

This way please, gentlemen.

Don't worry.

We'll get you seen to quickly.

Major Bryant,
you're in the Armada Bedroom.

Do you mind the stairs?

It depends what I find
at the top.

He's handsome.

Handsome and off-limits.

ETHEL: It'll be nice to
have the house full of men.

Full of officers.

Officers aren't men.

Not where we're concerned.

Oh, speak for yourself.

I speak for you, too, if you
know what's good for you.

I'm very sorry, but I...

Matthew!

What in the world
are you doing here?

We start our tour of Yorkshire
and Lancashire tomorrow.

And General Strutt
knew you lived up here,

so he's given me
a few hours off.

What a lovely, lovely surprise.

Mrs. Crawley,

how can we separate the
hospital's linen from our own?

You go.

We'll talk later.

As soon as I've done this,
I'll take your orders for books.

I hadn't cast you
as Florence Nightingale.

We can't leave all the moral
high ground to Sybil.

She might get lonely there.

How are you?

I know I mustn't ask you
what you're doing.

You can ask what I'm doing
in Downton.

We've finished in the midlands

and tomorrow we start on the
camps in the northern counties.

Ah.

Will we see something of you?

I think my General
ought to come here.

It's exactly the sort of thing
people like to read about.

ISOBEL:
Sybil, come.

Edith can do that.

Dear Mother.

She does love a bit
of authority.

I suppose she's driving
cousin Cora mad?

No names,

no pack drill.

Breathe in...

and out.

I'm surprised they didn't
get to you before now.

Some people have
all the luck, sir.

You can get dressed.

Shall I report for duty
in Richmond?

You'll be told what to do.

But I must supervise
the medical staff.

Overseen by me.

And Carson, I'm relying on you

to make sure that that is so.

What's going on?

I was arranging
the household duties,

where they overlap

with the duties
of the nursing staff.

Shall we continue this upstairs?

Well, I've made
some charts and...

Of course.

ETHEL: Did you say
you were the manager?

Or the referee?

You see what we're up against.

Don't worry.

We'll find a solution.

You take over every room
in the house,

you bark at me
like a sergeant major

and you give orders
to my servants!

Cora, I'm sure...

MARY:
I'm sorry.

Are you in the middle
of something?

We're discussing
the arrangements.

Oh, good.

Because we've had a letter
from Evelyn Napier.

He's in a hospital
in Middlesborough

and he's heard that we're
a convalescent home now,

and wonders if he can come here
once he's released.

Of course he can come here.

Well now, just a minute.

There's no question
of him coming here.

What?

The Middlesborough General
will have their own arrangements

for where their patients
convalesce.

I'm afraid Mrs. Crawley
is right.

Downton must function as part
of the official system

or it cannot function at all.

Now, I think perhaps I should
make one thing clear.

Downton is our house

and our home,
and we will welcome in it

any friends or relations
we choose.

And if you do not care
to accept that condition,

then I suggest you give orders

for the nurses and the patients
and the beds and the rest of it

to be packed up and shipped out
at once!

Thank you, Lord Grantham,

for making your
position so clear.

Oh, just one more thing:
The dog.

What should we do to stop Isis

getting into
the patients' rooms?

I can answer that.

Absolutely nothing.

Ah.

Anna, there you are.

Ethel, could you leave us
for a moment?

That was Sir Richard
on the telephone.

It might have been Bates
you saw in the village.

Really?

He's working up here at a pub.

The Red Lion in Kirby Moorside.

That's odd.

Mr. Bates in a pub?

The question's what'll you do
with the information

now you've got it?

SYBIL: Could you just take
this into the hall for me?

NURSE:
Yes, of course.

Are you waiting for Papa?

Do you want me to go
and find him?

They turned me down.

The army.

Why?

Apparently,
I have a heart murmur.

Or to be more precise...

"a mitral valve prolapse is
causing a pansystolic murmur."

I don't know what to say.

Is it dangerous?

Only if you're planning
to humiliate the British Army.

I suppose you're glad.

You're not going to be killed

and you're not going
to go to prison.

Of course I'm glad.

Don't count your chickens.

If I don't get them one way,
I'll get them another.

Why do you have to be
so angry all the time?

I know we weren't exactly
at our best in Ireland...

Not at your best?

Not at your best!

I lost a cousin
in the Easter Rising last year.

You never said.

Well, I'm saying it now.

He was walking down
North King Street one day

and an English soldier saw him
and shot him dead.

When they asked why he was
killed, the officer said,

"Because he was
probably a rebel."

So don't say you were
not at your best.

I'm sorry to keep you waiting,

but we're going to have
to step on it.

I'm not sure about Marryat.

Not to worry.

I know we've got lots
of G. A. Henty.

And I haven't forgotten about
your tobacco, Captain Ames.

Just as soon as I can get
into the village.

Is that better?

Much.

But I may need some more
tucking very soon.

Well, no one tucks better
than I do.

Ethel.

Go back inside, please.

There are still more
bedrooms to be done.

VIOLET:
Rosamund's going to find out.

She knows some of those
feeble-minded idiots

on the Liberal frontbench.

Poor Lavinia.

I feel sorry for her.

She's an obstacle
to your happiness, dear,

and must be removed.

When it's done you can feel
as sorry as you wish.

But even if Matthew
does break it off with her,

why should he propose
to me again?

With your permission, dear,

I will take my fences
one at a time.

Any plans
for your afternoon off?

Major Bryant wants me to go to
the pictures in York with him

when he's allowed out.

But you'll say that's stupid.

Not stupid.

Insane.

Oh he really likes me, though.

He says he wants to get
to know me better.

Has he told you how he's
planning to achieve it?

Spoil sport.

What are you up to?

Just practicing with these
for Lady Mary.

I promised her I would.

That's one and eight,
altogether.

Might I have a glass of cider?

I don't know if I've dreaded
this moment or longed for it.

Well, either way, it's happened.

I'm glad I'm in time for
tomorrow's state visit.

I gather Lavinia will be there.

We must seize the opportunity
to challenge her.

I don't really see
on what basis.

She stole secrets
from her uncle,

Jonathan Swire,

and gave them to Carlisle
to publish.

Swire told me.

And the papers showed
that half the Cabinet

were trying to get rich
by buying shares

before a government contract
was announced.

Would you rather we were kept
in ignorance?

It wasn't Lavinia's business
to make it public.

Without her, the Marconi scandal

would never have happened.

The politicians broke the law.

Lavinia did nothing wrong.

She drags the Chancellor

of the Exchequer's honor
through the mud

and you say it's nothing!

It was only Lloyd George.

But why did she

betray her uncle to Sir Richard

in the first place?

Because...

they were lovers.

Exactly.

And now it is down to you

to save Matthew from the
clutches of a scheming harlot.

Really, Rosamund.

There's no need
to be so gleeful.

You sound like Robespierre,

lopping off the head
of Marie Antoinette.

It was me.

I knew you used to go
into the village on a Wednesday.

I so longed
for a glimpse of you.

But why are you up here at all?

And why didn't you tell me?

Because I want to get things
settled first.

You see, I've discovered that
Vera has been unfaithful to me.

I've got proof.

We can't criticize her for that.

No, but it means
I can divorce her.

I've had to leave the house

to prove that it has
broken the marriage.

So I came up here
to be nearer you.

But what if she fights it?

She can't.

For her to divorce me, she needs
something beyond adultery,

cruelty or suchlike.

For a husband,

adultery is enough.

That's not very fair to women.

I don't care about fairness,
I care about you.

The point is,

I can get rid of her.

If she goes quietly, I will give
her money, and plenty of it.

If not, she leaves empty-handed.

And when will this be?

I need to get her
to accept it first.

She's made threats about selling
stuff to the papers.

What stuff?

Don't worry.

They won't offer what I will.

You've changed your hair.

I was trying out Lady Mary's
new curling iron.

What do you think?

I think I would love you,

however, whatever, whenever.

We don't have to wait, you know.

If you want me to throw up
everything and come with you,

I will.

Gladly.

I can't marry you yet,
not legally,

and I won't break the law.

It's not against the law
to take a mistress, Mr. Bates.

I know you, Anna Smith,
and I love you,

and that is not
the right path for you.

It won't be long now.

So, you're not going
to war, then?

Apparently not.

Is it true about Mr. Crawley
bringing a famous general here?

Captain Crawley, but yes.

Why?

No reason.

If they arrive at 5:00
we'll walk him round the wards,

then show him
the recovering men at play.

And after that,
a fairly grand dinner.

I'll tell them
to bring Mess Kit.

That is my challenge, my lord.

How to make the dinner
sufficiently grand

with no footmen in the house.

Plenty of people give dinners
without footmen.

Not people who entertain
Sir Herbert Strutt,

hero of the Somme.

I'm sure he'll have seen

worse things at the front
than a dinner with no footmen.

CORA:
Carson only wants to show

the general proper respect.

We will not criticize
him for that.

CLARKSON:
Indeed we will not.

But I think Lord Grantham's plan
is a good one,

with or without a footman.

Matthew writes Miss Swire is
coming down from London for it.

ISOBEL:
Really?

He never said so to me.

Does he need your permission?

I think I should go round
with him.

You and Lady Grantham
will both come with us.

But won't he want to talk
about treatments?

The treatments and the house.

Miss?

It's Captain Smiley, isn't it?

We haven't met yet,
but I'm Edith Crawley,

and tomorrow I can show you
where everything is.

It's just that I'd like
to write a letter.

To my parents.

Of course.

There's paper and envelopes
in the library.

No, you see,
I've not written before

because I didn't want
to worry my mother

with the different handwriting.

I'm left-handed.

How's that for luck?

I'm surprised your school didn't
force you to use the right.

My mother wouldn't let them,
but now I wish they had.

I've asked the others and they
say you're the one to help me.

Of course I will.

I'd be happy to.

That's what they said.

If you can just find a way
to tell her?

We'll both find a way.

Together.

I promise.

Mr. Carson,
might I have a word?

I'm busy with this dinner

for tomorrow night.

Well, that's just it.

I don't expect
you'll be using Mr. Lang.

Not after last time.

I will not.

So I wondered if I might
be any help.

I've waited at table before.

Do you mean it?

I know I've no right
to ask it of a chauffeur.

We have to keep up the honor
of Downton, don't we?

I'm very grateful,
Mr. Branson.

I'll not hide it.

Very grateful, indeed.

You know where to find a livery?

I do.

And I gather you won't be
leaving us, after all?

Who knows what the future
will bring?

Mrs. Hughes?

WOMAN:
What is it?

Who was shouting?

What's going on?

It's Mr. Lang.

What in heaven's name's
happening?

LANG:
No!

No, I can't do it!

Mr. Lang.
I can't do it!

Mr. Lang, wake up,
you're having a bad dream.

Mr. Lang,
you're having a dream.

It's the soldiers, Mr. Carson.

It's the soldiers, but I can't.

I can't go back,
no matter what...

No one's asking you
to go back Mr. Lang.

No, just to put a sock in it.

O'BRIEN:
Don't worry, Mr. Lang.

You've had a bad dream,
that's all.

Is it a dream?

Thank God.

Thank God.

Thank God.

You're all right,
let's get you back into bed.

You're all right.

I'm sorry.

It's all right, Mr. Lang.

I'm sorry.

You're all right.

Is it any wonder
when he's been to hell and back?

Up!

Up!

My cousin, Lord Grantham.

STRUTT: This is very kind of
you, Lord Grantham.

Welcome.

Lady Grantham.

And this is Major Clarkson,

who runs our hospital here.

And I am Captain
Crawley's mother

and will accompany you
on your tour

and explain the different levels
of care we practice here.

Lady Grantham and Mrs. Crawley
will both accompany us

as we go round, sir.

Makes a nice change

from the craggy-faced warriors
I'm usually surrounded by.

I like to think that were true.

Please come this way.

There's a large
recreational room...

Poor mother.

How she longs to hold
all the reins.

Crawley!

I should go, if only to keep
our respective mothers apart.

THOMAS: I'm afraid Mrs.
Crawley's none too pleased

to play second fiddle, sir.

Well I hope she doesn't
spoil things.

Well, that's just
what I've been meaning

to talk to you about, sir.

You see, I'm trying
to run a tight ship...

What's the matter
with your aunt?

We should follow them in

or Mama will say
we're unsupportive.

Tell me what it is.

Please.

All right...

I know he's going to propose.

Well, then you're
going to accept.

Did you get that picture taken?

I did, yeah, but...

Then fetch it.

Because if you think
I'm going to stand by

and watch that boy's dreams
stamped in the dust,

you've got another thing coming.

You can take back your promise
when the war's over,

and not before.

But it's a lie.

Don't make him give up
when he's off to face the guns.

You'd never forgive yourself
if owt happened.

Do you remember
when Aunt Rosamund

found you and Richard Carlisle
together in the garden?

I knew I'd hear more about that.

She thought he was
threatening you.

And now she's decided
that you were behind

the Marconi share
scandal in 1912.

The chancellor and other
ministers were involved,

including your uncle.

I remember the Marconi scandal.

No, let's forget it.

It's absurd.

But Lady Rosamund is right.

I did steal the evidence
for Sir Richard to print.

I did start the scandal.

The trouble is Aunt Rosamund
can't understand

why you would do such a thing

unless you
and Sir Richard were...

Were lovers.

CORA:
Mary, you must come.

The ground floor rooms

are for those men
who need the most care.

Sir.

Yes, of course.

General Strutt, sir.

Oh right, yes.

Tell me about this officer.

Who is that man?

I hope he's not complaining.

Oh, no.

That's Captain Smiley.

He hasn't an unkind bone
in his body.

How do you know?

Matthew.

Listen to this.

Everything all right, sir?

What on earth is that about?

Oh, don't worry.

Major Holmes can be
a little waspish

but he wouldn't want
to get us into trouble.

CORA: How do you know so much
about a pack of strangers?

They're not strangers to me.

STRUTT: This is all very
impressive, Lady Grantham.

The nurses and your own staff
are to be congratulated.

I believe they are.

I wouldn't say I was scared.

I'm nervous... of course I am...

but not scared.

I think I'm ready.

Don't mind me.

Only I'm thinking of what
your dear mother would say.

I wish she was here
to see me off.

Oh, she'd be so proud.

Why, when we waved off
our Archie, I remember...

What do you remember,
Mrs. Patmore?

I'll tell you.

You remember a fine young man
who enlisted before he had to

and who gave his life
for his country.

Because he'd be alive
and well today

if he hadn't chosen
to go to war.

She's right.

Happen she is.

Come on, Daisy.

Back to the grindstone.

What is it?

I just want a word with Daisy.

I'm needed in the kitchen.

There's plenty of time later on.

Let's see what my aim is like.

And again.

You must be enjoying your
respite from the front.

Actually, I'm struggling a bit.

I've just lost
my soldier servant

and I haven't managed
to replace him yet.

ROSAMUND: So when
will you tell Matthew?

CARSON:
Dinner is served, my lady.

Don't waste the opportunity.

Why must she be so savage?

It's my broken heart.

And it was her advice that
wrecked it in the first place.

VIOLET:
It's classic Rosamund.

She's never more righteous
than when she's in the wrong.

Come on.

Everything all right,
Mr. Branson?

I think so, Mrs. Hughes.

Where's Mr. Branson?

He's just taken up
the soup, why?

Read that!

"They'll have
arrested me by now,

"but I'm not sorry.

The bastard had it
coming to him."

Oh!

What in God's name!

Read this!

Where is he now?

Oh my God!

I'm sorry to hear
about your servant.

Yes, he was pneumonia,

not a bullet...

No!

Yes.

STRUTT:
I don't envy you.

A decent servant
can change your war.

Get downstairs!

Now!

All right, all right!

There's no need to be so rough.

There's every need!

To stop a murder!

Murder? What do you mean,
murder?

You were going to
assassinate the general!

Kill the general?

I was not!

I was going to throw that lot

all over them.

What is it?

Oil and ink
and a bit of a cowpat

all mixed with sour milk.

He'd have needed
a bath right enough,

but not a coffin.

I thought you'd taken
the soup up,

but you left it in the pantry.

We'll use this.

It's not been heated,

but the hell with that!

And we'll decide

what happens to you later!

Never mind later!

What about now?

How do we keep
this dinner going?

I'll serve, Mr. Carson.

I don't mind.

Who knows when I'll have

the chance again?

What was going on with the soup?

It came, it went...

Nothing to worry about, my lord.

Branson was taken ill,

so William volunteered
to be footman

one last time.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, not a bit.

It's very kind of him.

Our footman, William,

is leaving us tomorrow
to join his regiment.

That's why he's not in livery.

You are a credit to this house

and this country, young man.

There is no livery
so becoming as a uniform.

Sir.

Lady Rosamund, Mary,

all of you,

have been so kind to Lavinia.

Well, naturally
we're all curious

to know more of Miss Swire

if she is to reign
over Downton as queen.

Dear me, I hope you haven't

unearthed anything too fearful.

You must ask Mary.

STRUTT: One thing I am
still not quite clear about.

Who precisely is in charge of
Downton when you're not here?

CLARKSON: I've given
it some thought sir,

and it seems to be only fair

that Mrs. Crawley
and Lady Grantham

should share that
responsibility.

STRUTT:
Capital. Well said.

The fact is I have been
more than gratified

by my visit here today,

and I thank Captain Crawley
for arranging it.

Hear, hear.

STRUTT:
You are all to be praised

for your response
to our national crisis.

But I've been talking
and I've been listening,

and I feel
there is one among you

whose generosity is in danger

of going unremarked.

It seems the daily cares
and needs of the patients

are being dealt with,
quietly and efficiently,

by Lady Edith.

Or that's what
the officers tell me.

So let us raise our glasses
and drink her health.

Edith.

Darling. ALL: Edith!

Edith, dear.

We were never lovers, not ever.

You don't have
to explain anything.

Not to me.

But I want to.

You see...

My father owed Sir Richard
Carlisle a lot of money.

Enough to bankrupt him.

And Sir Richard offered
to waive the debt

if you gave him the evidence

of the Ministers' guilt?

Papa was terrified,

and I knew I could get into
my uncle's office

and find the proof.

What is it?

He threatened to tell you
all about it

and now I've told you anyway.

My uncle was guilty.

They all were.

Sir Richard didn't make it up.

I believe you.

But that's not why I did it.

It was entirely
to save Papa from ruin.

Have you got that
picture for me?

I might have.

Because you know what I'm going
to ask you so, will you?

William, you're not sure.

You can't be sure.

I am sure.

And so is she.

Aren't you, Daisy?

Isn't this just what you told me
you hoped would happen?

It's like a fairy story.

Is she right, Daisy?

Are... are we engaged?

Because if we are,

I know I can tackle
whatever may come!

Go on, then.

MRS. HUGHES:
William?

Do you want to go up top?

The general's leaving and Mr.
Carson likes a full complement.

No, Daisy, not you.

The war has not
changed everything.

MATTHEW: The general
is just about to leave.

I'm afraid he doesn't have time
to come in here.

I hope it’s all been a success.

Cousin Violet said
you had something to say to me

about Lavinia.

What is it?

MARY:
I haven't the slightest idea.

Oh, what a relief.

She was hinting
you had uncovered

some horrid stain.

The only evidence I've uncovered

is that she's a charming person.

What a testimonial.

The truth is
we're very much alike,

so naturally I think
she's perfect.

We all do.

Don't we, Aunt Rosamund?

Quite perfect.

ROBERT: Is there any chance you
might take our footman William

for your servant?

I can pull some strings,
get him transferred to your lot.

If you'd like me to, of course.

I can't promise
to keep him safe.

I know.

But he'd have someone
looking out for him.

Oh my God...

Lang, are you all right,
old chap?

Come, come, man.

Things can't be as bad
as all that.

Carson?

Mr. Lang, what's happened?

Sir.

The general
and all these officers...

I don't have to go back
with them, do I?

Because I can't, sir.

No.

CARSON: The general's
looking for you, m'lord.

MATTHEW:
Excuse me a moment.

STRUTT: It's been
a great pleasure...

If I don't see you again before
I have to go back, be safe.

You too.

Come inside.

THOMAS:
Up!

Here.

We've earned it.

Ah.

So what will you do with him?

Branson or Lang?

Not Mr. Lang.

He isn't well,
but he's not a bad man.

Oh, not at all.

But he doesn't belong
at Downton.

I meant Mr. Branson.

Hmm, it's a delicate business,
Mrs. Hughes.

Would we really be right
to tell the police

and cause a furor and bring riot
down on our heads?

And all because he wanted
to pour a pot of slop

over a man's head?

From your phrasing, I gather the
answer you want from me is no?

Well, would it help,
Mrs. Hughes?

That's all I'm asking.

Would it help?

ETHEL:
Where's Mr. Branson?

Mr. Carson sent him back
to his cottage

to stew in his own juice.

Will we see you
in the morning, William?

To wish you luck?

Oh, yes.

But I've got something
I'd like to say now.

If you don't mind.

Don't, not yet.

They must know sooner or later.

Daisy and I
are going to be married.

You never have!

When?

After the war.

I'm not sure I can
wait that long.

I see what I had planned to say

is already superfluous,
Mr. Lang.

You got there before me.

I've let you down, Mr. Carson.

For that I'm sorry.

We let you down.

You weren't suited for work,
and I should have spotted that.

You'll have two month's wages,

and please tell us
how you get on.

And when you're ready
for work again,

you may rely
on a good report from me.

That's kind.

Thank you.

CORA: It was nice of
William to serve tonight.

He didn't have to.

I'm going to arrange for him
to be Matthew's servant.

With any luck,
it'll keep him out of trouble.

Matthew and Mary
looked so natural together.

Did you notice?

Talking and laughing.

But I suppose Lavinia
is a nice girl.

We've dreamed a dream, my dear,
but now it is over.

The world was in a dream
before the war,

but now it's woken up
and said goodbye to it.

And so must we.