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Am I ready?

Only you can answer that, sir.

They're going to chuck
everything they've got at us.

Then we shall have to chuck it
back, won't we, sir?

Quite right.

MATTHEW: Now,
there's no point in pretending

that this is going to be easy.

How are you, Thompson?

Have you shaken that cold?

I'm all right, sir, thank you.

Good man.

We're nearly there, chaps.

Just hold fast.

It won't be long now.

We're with you, sir.

I know you are, Wakefield.

I can't tell you how much
lighter that makes the task.

Right, Sergeant.

SERGEANT:
Fix bayonets!

Daisy, what ever is
the matter with you?

Someone walked over me grave.

Forward!

I'm so sorry.

What happened?

I don't know.

I suddenly felt terribly cold.

I won't be sorry
when this one's over.

Sir!

M'lady, m'lady, wake up.

What on earth?

You'd better come downstairs.

I didn't know what else to do

when I saw the telegram.

I knew it was urgent,

so I hope it was right.

Quite right.

Mrs. Crawley won't mind
my opening it.

The main thing is he's not dead.

Not yet, anyway.

They've patched him up.

They're bringing him
to the hospital in Downton.

When do they think
he'll get here?

ROBERT:
It doesn't say.

CORA: But how do
we contact Isobel?

How will she get back?

One thing at a time.

I'll ring the War Office
in the morning.

CORA: Maybe they
know she's out there.

Perhaps she's with him now.

ROBERT: They wouldn't
have sent a telegram here,

and she'd have rung.

No, it's the usual balls...

usual mess-up, I'm afraid.

Beg pardon, m'lord,

but we're all very anxious
to know the news.

Yes, of course.

It appears that a few days ago,

Captain Crawley was wounded.

It's serious, I'm afraid,

but he's alive
and on his way home,

to the hospital in the village.

Where there's life,
there's hope.

What about William?

Is he all right?

I'll find out what I can
tomorrow.

I'm not sure there's much more
we can do tonight.

William's father
will have had a telegram

if anything had happened.

I'll drive over in the morning.

Whatever you discover, tell me.

Don't keep anything back.

Lady Edith's back.

William was caught in it.

He's gone to some
hospital in Leeds.

I'm very sorry.

We might have known.

We couldn't be the only
household left untouched.

Will he come through it?

Her ladyship said
it sounded bad,

but we don't know
more than that.

Can you walk with me
to the church this afternoon?

If you want me to.

Because I'd like to say
a prayer for them.

For both of them.

We only cater for officers.

Doctor Clarkson, I am
no Jacobin revolutionary,

nor do I seek to overthrow
the civilized world.

We just need one bed

for a young man
from this village.

And if it were within my power,
you should have it.

Sir, you don't understand.

William's father cannot afford

to leave his farm
and move to Leeds.

I'm very sorry.

Really.

But this is a military hospital,
and it's not up to me

to challenge the order
of things.

I'll nurse him.

I'm happy to do it.

It wouldn't add
to your work load.

If I were to break
the rule for you,

how many others do you think
would come forward

to plead for their sons?

The answer is,
and must be, "No."

It always happens when you give
these little people power.

It goes to their heads
like strong drink!

I'm sorry for him.

Am-.

I don't mind Captain Crawley.

He's a better man
than most of them.

And William, too.

He's not a bad lad,
whatever you say.

I wish I'd not written
that letter to Bates's wife,

telling her he's back here.

What's that got to do with it?

What with everything else
going on.

I know she'll come up here
and make trouble.

Don't blame me.

It wasn't my idea.

Any news?

Only that the doctor won't let
William come to the village.

He never.

It's for officers only, he says.

MRS. PATMORE: And his poor
father staying there with him,

spending money he's not got
and traveling miles to do it.

It's not right.

No, it bloody well isn't.

Well, I'm a working-class lad
and so is he,

and I get fed up seeing how
our lot always get shafted.

I thought I'd take some things
down to the hospital.

Then I can wait and sit
with him when he arrives.

I've read somewhere
that it's very important

not to leave them alone
when they're first wounded,

so no sign goes unnoticed.

They can't spare a nurse
to watch over every man,

so that's what I can do.

Your mother's
written to Lavinia.

Good.

Yes.

I'm glad someone's
thought of that.

She must stay here

and not be
at Isobel's by herself.

What?

Nothing.

You should have had
a church wedding.

Don't be silly.

No, I mean it.

You in a white dress,
me looking like a fool.

I'd rather have the right man
than the right wedding.

Well, it won't be long now.

How long?

Hard to say, but don't worry.

The decree nisi
means we're safe.

The decree absolute's
only a formality.

I'm just sorry it cost so much.

She could have had my shoes
and the shirt off my back,

if it would only make her
go away for good.

She's gone now.

I suppose I could feel
guilty in my happiness,

knowing the troubles they're
all facing back at home.

But in another way, it only
makes me more grateful.

Let's pray.

Let's pray together.

Don't worry.

The old lady'll
sort something out.

Now she's got the bit
between her teeth.

I'm not worried.

Not in that way.

I feel sorry for William,
that's all.

Well, of course you do.

We all do.

I expect you're glad now,

that you let him have
his little daydream.

No, I'm not glad.

I feel I've led him up
the garden path

with all that nonsense,
and I'm ashamed.

I'm so ashamed.

Oh...

Hello?

MRS. PATMORE:
Mrs. Bates, isn't it?

What do you want?

Don't sound inhospitable,
Mrs. Patmore,

when I've only ever known
a welcome in this house.

Yes, yes, the Minister.

Well, how many Marquesses
of Flintshire are there?

I say, is this an instrument
of communication or torture?

What?

Hello?

Shrimpie?

Yes, it's Aunt Violet.

Yes, very well, very...

And Susan?

Oh, good, good.

I won't beat
about the bush, dear.

Whom might we know on the board
of Leeds General infirmary?

Excuse me, it is not settled.

It wasn't settled by me
that you'd come back here

and take up
with your floozy again.

As far as I recall,
that was never settled.

How did you find out
he was here?

Wouldn't you like to know?

BATES:
What does it matter?

Just say what you want.

Spit it out.

You thought you'd got the better
of me, but you were wrong.

I never...

I'm going to sell
my story anyway,

about Lady Mary,
about the Turkish gentleman,

about Miss Smith here.

It's got nowt to do with me.

Well, that's not what I heard.

BATES:
You gave your word.

I gave you the money
and you gave me your word.

Well, guess what?

I was lying.

If I hadn't come back
to Downton, back to Anna,

would you have stuck

to our agreement?

Well, we'll never know now,
will we?

You're angry because I'm happy.

Maybe.

But you won't be happy long.

Can you drive me

to the hospital?

Aren't you needed here?

I've already taken
Lady Mary down.

I know.

I want to be with her when
Captain Crawley arrives.

They can manage without me here
for a while.

Is she still in love with him?

I don't want to talk about it.

Why?

Because I'm the chauffeur?

No, because she's my sister.

You're good at hiding
your feelings, aren't you?

All of you.

Much better than we are.

Perhaps.

But we do have feelings,

and don't make the mistake
of thinking we don't.

VIOLET:
And has Lord Flintshire's order

been acted on?

It has.

There's an ambulance waiting,

although no one quite knows
how you managed it.

What exactly is
the matter with him?

His body sustained
too much damage.

He cannot recover.

But he looks so normal.

DOCTOR: Appearances can
be cruelly deceptive.

The force of the blast has
fatally injured his lungs.

But if he's lived this long...

VIOLET: Would it make any
difference if he stayed here,

or are you just making him
as comfortable as can be?

That's it.

There's nothing more
we can do for him.

So you agree with our plan?

I don't know about you, but I'd
rather die in a familiar place,

surrounded by familiar faces.

There you are, Mr. Mason.

Seems we have everything
settled,

and we'll be away before long.

He'll be forced to do better,

if we can just get him back
to where he knows.

I feel sure of it.

I shouldn't...

I shouldn't worry too much.

We'll know much more
when he's rested.

I'm very grateful, m'lady.

To both of you.

Let's get him ready.

See, sometimes,

we must let the blow
fall by degrees.

Give him time to find
the strength to face it.

Right, they're here.

May I stay

to settle him in?

Very well.

I want to help, too.

Lady Mary, I appreciate
your good intentions,

but I'm concerned that
Captain Crawley's condition

may be very distressing for you.

Might I suggest
that you hang back

until the nurses have
tidied him up a little?

I'm not much good at
hanging back, I'm afraid.

I won't get in your way,
I promise,

but I will stay.

You have volunteers, don't you?

Well, that's what I am.

A volunteer.

All right.

Everyone to their posts.

You stand there.

Yes, this gentleman's second in.

NURSE:
Yes, doctor.

DOCTOR: Number two,
Nurse Crawley here.

Yes, just here,
gently, gently, gently.

Take him under his feet.

Cousin Matthew?

Can you hear me?

He is breathing,

but he's not been conscious
since we've had him.

They filled him
full of morphine.

Thank you.

What does it say?

"Probable spinal damage."

It could mean anything.

We'll know more in the morning.

What's this doing here?

I gave it to him for luck.

He was probably carrying it
when he fell.

If only it had worked.

He's alive, isn't he?

I should wash him.

This bit can be grim.

Sometimes we have to cutoff
the clothes they've traveled in,

and there's bound to be
a lot of blood.

How hot should the water be?

Warm more than hot.

And bring some towels.

You should never have
told her Bates was here.

Don't I know it?

And she was even worse after
she'd seen him than before,

ranting on about a scandal
that would bring the roof down

on the House of Grantham.

Silly mare.

What scandal?

I thought she'd just come up

and take a bite out of Bates.

That's what it sounded like.

Then you should have asked
more questions.

You know what they say:
The devil is in the detail.

Well, I'm not standing by

while she brings misery
and ruin on my lady.

You started it.

Oh, yes, you're very
important, aren't you?

Very know-it-all.

With all of us
at your beck and call!

I'm sorry if you're angry,
but don't take it out on me.

You did it.

Whom is she going to sell it to?

She didn't say.

Just that there was nothing
we could do to stop her.

Mr. Bates has given her every
last penny to keep her quiet,

but she's tricked him

and now he's got nothing
left to bargain with.

Well, we both know
what I must do.

But how can you ask
Sir Richard for help

without telling him the truth?

I'd rather he heard it
from my lips

than read it over his breakfast.

Suppose he won't do anything?

Suppose he throws you over?

That's a risk I'll have to take.

I'll go up to London
tomorrow afternoon.

It's a request that demands
to be made in person.

What about Mr. Matthew?

Miss Swire will be here
to keep him company.

I think I can take some
time off to save my own neck.

Why don't you go
home now, Mr. Mason,

and we'll see you tomorrow.

Are you sure you don't mind
sitting up with him?

He won't be alone.

Not for a moment, I promise.

MASON: He looks so
perfect, lying there.

But he does look perfect.

Are you sure
they've got it right?

I'm afraid so.

If only I weren't.

Can you feel that?

CLARKSON:
What about that?

MATTHEW:
No.

CLARKSON:
And that?

MATTHEW:
Nothing.

CLARKSON:
Nothing at all?

Do they know any more yet?

They're examining him now.

So he's conscious?

Just about.

Have they found out
what happened?

A shell landed near them.

The explosion threw Matthew
against something.

Go on.

Dr. Clarkson thinks there
may be trouble with his legs.

Not good news, I'm afraid.

I'd say the spinal cord
has been transected,

that it is permanently damaged.

You mean he won't walk again?

If I'm right, then no, he won't.

It's a shock, of course,

and you must be
allowed to grieve.

But I would only say that
he will, in all likelihood,

regain his health.

This is not the end of his life.

Just the start
of a different life.

Exactly.

Lord Grantham, I wonder
if I might have a word?

Have you got a handkerchief?

I never seem to have one
in moments of crisis.

Thank you.

You mean there
can be no children?

No anything, I'm afraid.

But isn't there a chance
that might change?

The sexual reflex is controlled
at a lower level of the spine

to the motor function
of the legs.

Once the latter is cutoff,
so is the former.

Right.

Give them a moment together.

What was Clarkson saying?

Nothing to worry you about.

My darling.

MRS. HUGHES: If he could
only see the child.

He won't.

I've written again and again.

I've offered to bring him
to any place he wants.

I wasn't going to tell you this,

but he's coming on a visit
this week.

To see his old pals.

Help me, Mrs. Hughes.

Let me come to Downton
and show him the baby!

Most certainly not.

I won't allow that.

Then ask him to meet me.

I know he'd listen to you.

I'll give you a letter.

One more can't hurt.

Make him read it
in front of you.

I'll...
I'll do no such thing.

Please.

He'd say it was
none of my business,

and he'd be right.

Besides, don't think I approve
of what you've done,

because I don't.

Haven't you ever made a mistake?

Not on this scale,
no, I have not.

Sorry to disappoint you.

So you won't do anything?

I'm feeding you
out of the house.

Quite wrongly, I might add.

I've a good mind to stop that.

Now I'm the one who's sorry.

Now, go in.

I don't know what to say.

It doesn't matter.

He's dying.

Just say nice, warm,
comforting things.

Make him feel loved.

You don't have to be
Shakespeare.

WILLIAM:
There she is.

Come over here,
where I can see you.

By 'eck, it were worth it,
if I get to hold your hand.

Don't be daft.

I've never slept in a room
as big as this.

Where are we?

At the end of the South Gallery.

Now, take this.

Any news of Captain Crawley?

He's doing much better.

Thanks to you.

Dad'll be here in a bit.

Can you stay for a minute?

I ought to go down.

It's not fair
on Mrs. Patmore.

She won't mind.

Because I did want
to ask you something.

Daisy, would you
ever marry me now?

And not wait for the end
of the war, like we said?

You mustn't worry about all that
for the moment now, William.

You're here for rest,
not excitement.

That's right.

There's no need
to worry about it now.

First let's get you better.

But would you think about it?

I must go.

They'll be sending out
a search party soon.

Just rest.

It would be very unusual.

I know that.

Of course it would.

But I believe
I could make it work.

And if your child were ill?

My mother knows
what she's doing.

She's brought up
five of her own.

Even so...

And they're only in the village.

I'll discuss it with Mr. Carson.

There's nothing wrong
with your references,

but of course they are
from before you were married.

I'm a good worker.

And I must earn.

MARY:
Matthew...

Matthew...

Are you feeling
a bit less groggy?

Where's Lavinia?

She's gone back to unpack.

How's William?

You know he tried to save me?

He isn't too good, I'm afraid.

Any sign of Mother?

Not yet,

but I'm sure she's making
her way back by now.

I've still got this funny thing
with my legs.

I can't seem to move them.

Or feel them,

now that I think about it.

Did Clarkson mention
what that might be?

Why don't we wait for Lavinia

and then we can all
talk about it?

Tell me.

You've not even been here
for 24 hours.

Nothing will have
settled down yet.

Tell me.

He says you may have damaged
your spine.

How long will it take to repair?

We can't expect them to put
timings on that sort of thing.

But he did say
it would get better?

He says the first task
is to rebuild your health,

and that's what we have
to concentrate on.

I see.

And he says there is no reason

why you should not have

a perfectly full
and normal life.

Just not a very mobile one.

Would you like some tea?

I would.

Thank you for telling me.

I know I'm blubbing,
but I mean it.

I'd much rather know.

Thank you.

Blub all you like.

And then, when Lavinia's here,
you can make plans.

Major.

Might I have a word?

What is it?

I have something for you.

Thank you.

I wish you would read it.

Do you know who wrote it?

Yes, I do.

And I know how anxious
she is for an answer.

With all due respect,

I don't believe it's
any of your concern.

If you'd only...

If you'd only see the child.

He's a lovely wee chap.

Mrs. Hughes, the last thing
I would wish to be is rude,

but in this case I really
must be left to my own devices.

Now, I'll say good-bye.

It's time I was making tracks.

Good-bye then, Major.

CARLISLE:
Who'd have thought it?

The cold and careful
Lady Mary Crawley.

Well, we know better now.

I'm surprised
you haven't given me

some extenuating circumstances.

I have none.

I was foolish, and I was
paid out for my folly.

And when I've saved you,
if I can,

do you still expect me
to marry you?

Knowing this?

That's not for me to say.

Of course we both know
that if we marry,

people, your people,
will think you've conferred

a great blessing on me.

My house will welcome
the finest in the land,

my children will carry

noble blood in their veins.

But that won't be
the whole story, will it?

Not anymore.

Sir Richard, if you think it
pains me to ask this favor,

you'd be right.

But I have no choice

if I am not to be an object
of ridicule and pity.

If you wish to break off
our understanding,

I'll accept your decision.

After all,
it's never been announced.

We may dissolve it
with the minimum of discomfort.

Forgive me.

I don't mean to offend you.

I am simply paying you the
compliment of being honest.

No, in many ways, if I
can manage to bring it off,

this will mean we come
to the marriage

on slightly more equal terms.

I think that pleases me.

So you'll do it.

I'll try to do it, yes.

You must act fast.

I'll send a car for her
as soon as you've left.

Please let me know
what it costs.

I'll find a way
to reimburse you.

Never mind that.

As my future wife,

you're entitled
to be in my debt.

We've a bit of
a conundrum, my lord.

As you may know,
we're short of a housemaid.

We've had an application from
a local woman, Jane Moorsum,

but she's married
and she has a child, a son.

But surely her husband...

She is a widow, my lord.

The late Mr. Moorsum
died on the Somme.

There's no other earner,
so she has to look for work.

I said I would ask you.

Well, if Mrs. Hughes agrees,

I think we must do what we can

for the widows of our defenders.

Very good, your lordship.

What was that?

We're taking on a new maid.

He should have talked to me,
not you.

They thought you were too busy
to be bothered with it.

Well, I am busy
and that reminds me.

I can't come with you
to the Townsends.

You'll have to make some excuse.

But we gave them the date.

You'll think of something.

You always said I
wouldn't have to marry him

when it came to it.

Daisy, he's dying.

What difference does it make?

All the more reason.

I can't lie to him at the end.

Don't make me be false
to a dying man.

What matters now is the poor lad

knows some peace and some
happiness before he goes.

I can't.

I don't care if you can't walk.

You must think me very feeble

if you believe that would
make a difference.

I know it wouldn't...

...and I love you so much
for saying it.

But there is something else

which may not have
occurred to you.

This is really difficult...

We can never be
properly married.

What?

Of course we can be married.

Not properly.

Oh.

I see.

That's why I have to let you go.

But that side of things...

It's not important to me.

I promise.

My darling,
it's not important now,

but it will be,

and it should be.

And I couldn't possibly
be responsible

for stealing away
the life you want to have.

I won't leave you.

I know you think I'm weak

and I don't know
what I'm taking on.

How could you?

For God's sake.

I'm not saying it'll be easy
for either of us.

But just because
a life isn't easy

doesn't mean it isn't right.

I won't fight with you.

But I won't steal away your life.

Go home.

Think of me as dead.

Remember me as I was.

Mary's telephoned.

She'll be on a late train.

It gets in at 11:00.

All right.

How's William?

It's so sad.

Edith's taking care of him,

but there's nothing to be done.

We're waiting, really.

What is it?

They shot the Tsar.

And all of his family.

How terrible.

I'm sorry.

I'll not deny it.

I never thought they'd do it.

But sometimes the future
needs terrible sacrifices.

You thought that, once.

If you mean my politics,

you know we've agreed
to put that to one side

until the war is won.

Your lot did,

but Sylvia Pankhurst
was all for fighting on.

Oh, don't badger me, please.

Sometimes a hard sacrifice
must be made

for a future
that's worth having.

That's all I'm saying.

That's up to you.

You understand it would have
to be exclusive?

I couldn't have you peddling
different versions of the story

to my competitors.

Of course I understand,
but I can't help it

if they pick it up
once you've published it.

Indeed you can't.

No more can I.

But I would control the timing.

You'd have to sign

a binding contract
to that effect, today.

I expected that.

And I warn you,

I am unforgiving when anyone
breaks a contract with me.

One word out of place

and you'd find
yourself in court.

I expected that, too.

But I'm curious:
How did you hear about me?

I know everything
that goes on in this city.

And what's the hurry?

I'm a newspaper man.

When I hear of something good,

I have to make sure of it
straight away.

I'm sorry if I rushed you.

That's all right.

You must dislike
the Crawleys very much

to want to subject them
to trial by scandal.

My husband works for them.

We're not on good terms.

MRS. PATMORE:
How is he?

His father's with him now,

and he seems to understand
the situation.

Poor man.

Daisy, William's
asking to see you.

I can't go.

Don't make me go.

Do you care so little for him?

It's not that.

I'm very fond of William,
and I'm very sad.

But I've led him on
and led him on

and made him think things
that aren't true.

But he wanted them to be true.

He was happy to think
they were true.

But that doesn't make it
all right.

Shall I tell him you won't come?

Will you leave us a moment, Dad?

There's no need
to make him leave.

There is a need.

Come here.

You know I'm dying?

You don't...

I'm dying, Daisy.

I'm not going to make it,

and I don't have long.

That's why you've got
to marry me.

What?

No, listen.

You'll be my widow.

A war widow with
a pension and rights.

You'll be looked after.

It won't be much,

but I'll know you've got
something to fall back on.

Let me do that for you.

Please.

I can't.

It would be dishonest.

Almost like cheating.

But it's not cheating.

We love each other, don't we?

We'd have married
if I'd got through it,

and spent our whole
lives together.

Where's the dishonesty in that?

He's asked you, hasn't he?

I knew he would.

You'll do it, won't you?

I don't think he should
be bothering about it now.

What else should he
be bothered with?

You're the most important thing
on earth to him, Daisy.

You wouldn't disappoint him,

would you?

Suppose the vicar won't do it?

He may want to wait

till William's well enough
to go to church.

But that time's
not coming, is it?

MARY:
Lavinia?

You're back.

How did you get on?

All right, I think.

How about you?

Matthew's told me to go home.

He says he won't see me again.

He feels he has to
"set me free," as he put it.

I've tried to tell him I don't
care, but he won't listen.

Then you must keep telling him.

Yes, but you see,
it isn't just not walking...

Today he told me
we could never be lovers

because all that's gone as well.

I didn't realize.

It's probably obvious
to anyone with a brain,

but I didn't realize.

No.

No, nor did I.

And he feels it would be
a crime to tie me down,

to tie down any woman
to the life of a childless nun.

He thinks I'd hate him
in the end.

I'm sorry if I've shocked you.

But there's no one else
I could talk to about it

and when you came in, I...

I'm not shocked.

I'm just stunned
and desperately sad.

I'll die if I can't be with him.

ROBERT:
Good God Almighty!

"The engagement is announced

"between Lady Mary
Josephine Crawley,

"eldest daughter of the Earl
and Countess of Grantham,

"and Sir Richard Carlisle,

"son of Mr. and the late
Mrs. Mark Carlisle

of Morningside,
Edinburgh."

Is this why you went to see him?

Why didn't you say it'd be
in today's paper?

I didn't know.

Well, surely he asked
your permission?

I don't think asking permission
is his strongest suit.

That's very high-handed.

You can't let him
get away with it.

Well, it's done now.

What is it?

William's wedding, my lord.

If it can be arranged
for this afternoon,

the indoor staff
would like to attend.

We don't yet know if Mr. Travis
will agree to do it.

I'm afraid he has
very little time

to make up his mind.

TRAVIS:
This boy is in extremis.

How can we know that these
are his true wishes?

Maybe the kitchen maid somehow
hopes to catch at an advantage?

And what advantage
would that be?

Some widow's dole given
by a grateful nation?

Mr. Travis, can I remind you,

William Mason has served
our family well.

At the last,

he saved the life,
if not the health,

of my son's heir.

Now he wishes,

before he dies,
to marry his sweetheart.

Yes, but...

You cannot imagine

that we would allow you
to prevent this happening

in case his widow
claimed her dole.

No, but...

I have had an interest
in this boy.

I tried and failed
to save him from conscription,

but I will certainly
attend his wedding.

Is that an argument
in its favor?

Of course, but...

Finally, I would point out

your living is in
Lord Grantham's gift,

your house is on
Lord Grantham's land,

and the very flowers
in your church

are from Lord Grantham's garden.

I hope it is not vulgar in me

to suggest that you find some
way to overcome your scruples.

But you can't have
expected much more?

Not when those letters
all went unanswered.

I don't know what I expected,
but you can't help hoping.

Have you found any work?

A bit of scrubbing.

There aren't many places
I can take the baby.

What do you tell them?

That my husband
died at the front.

It's funny.

We have a new maid, Jane,

who really is a war widow
with a child,

and we respect her for it.

But then, we believe her story.

SECRETARY: Mrs.
Bates, I really must insist...

You tricked me!

Well? Aren't you
going to deny it?

Certainly not.

I tricked you to protect
my fiancee's good name.

That's one word for her.

I can think of a few others.

You'd better not
speak them aloud

if you know what's good for you.

I don't want your money.

I don't want that contract.

It's too late for that.

And I warn you:
If I so much as read her name

in anything but
the Court Circular,

I shall hound you and ruin you
and have you looked up.

Is that clear?

It doesn't end here, you know.

Not for John Bates.

Lady Mary might have
got away, what do I care?

But he won't.

You tell him.

That's entirely your own affair.

Where do we start?

ROBERT:
You tell me.

Oh, your lordship,

I do apologize.

I thought Mrs. Hughes said
we were to clean in here.

You must be the new maid.

am-.

Jane.

And it's very kind

of you and her ladyship
to take me on.

Not a bit.

We all owe your late
husband a great debt.

Thank you.

MRS. HUGHES:
M'lord.

There's a telephone call for...

Jane?

What ever are you doing?

You're wanted in the drawing
room, not the library.

To clean it while
the men are out of it.

She's very willing, but
she's not quite there yet.

I am sorry.

Oh, don't be.

What about that call?

For Lady Mary.

They're waiting now.

You might just catch her
if you hurry.

She's on her way
to the hospital.

His lordship
asked Mr. Bassett

to bring these in for you.

Ah, how lovely.

Here, Daisy, sit down.

I shouldn't be doing this.

It's just a lie, you know it is.

You're doing it out of
the goodness of your heart.

The falseness of my heart,
more like.

She's not quite
the blooming bride.

I don't think it's the same

when you're marrying a corpse.

Are you going?
Why not?

I wouldn't mind shaking
William's hand before he goes.

Is that sentiment
or superstition,

in case he haunts you?

You look lovely, dear.

Just to say the vicar
is ready for us.

Let's go up, then.

TRAVIS:
Dearly beloved,

we are gathered together here
in the sight of God

and in the face
of this congregation,

to join together this man and
this woman in holy matrimony,

which is an honorable estate
instituted of God

in the time of man's innocence,

signifying unto us
the mystical union...

If any man can show
any just cause

why they may not lawfully
be joined together,

let them now speak

or else hereafter
forever hold his peace.

Have you the ring?

I have a cold.

You may now kiss the bride.

MATTHEW:
She's better off in London.

MARY:
If you say so.

Do you know why I sent her away?

I think so.

Then you'll know
I couldn't marry her.

Not now.

I couldn't marry any woman.

And if they should just want
to be with you?

On any terms?

No one sane would want to be
with me as I am now.

Including me.

Oh God, I think
I'm going to be sick.

It's all right.

It's perfectly all right.

What is it?

I was just thinking.

It seems such a short time ago
since I turned you down,

and now look at me.

An impotent cripple,
stinking of sick.

What a reversal.

MATTHEW: You have to
admit it's quite funny.

MARY: All I'll admit
is that you're here

and you've survived the war.

That's enough for now.

You're back.

He'll be so pleased.

You've become quite a nurse
since I last saw you.

Oh, no, it's nothing.

Sybil's the nurse
in this family.

It's the very opposite
of nothing.

Mother?

Bates, what's happened?

How's William?

He's nearly there, m'lady.

I'm so sorry.

Actually, Bates,
I'm glad I've caught you.

Sir Richard Carlisle
telephoned me earlier.

He says he's paid
Mrs. Bates for her story.

She cannot speak of it now
without risking prison.

She won't do that.

So I hope we can all forget it.

It's forgotten already, m'lady.

Thank you.

I'm afraid she was very angry

when she knew
she had been silenced.

I can imagine.

He says she made threats
against you.

"If I go down,
I'll take him with me."

That sort of thing.

I'm sure she didn't mean it.

Are you, m'lady?

Well, you'd know better than I.

Lady Mary's back.

I've just seen her.

She says it's worked.

Sir Richard has put
a gag on Vera.

Thank God.

So everything in our
garden is rosy again?

I hope so.

I certainly hope so.

You must be so tired, my lamb.

Why not let me take over for
a while, and go and lie down?

No, thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

I'll stay with him.

I won't leave him now,
not while he needs me.

He doesn't need you
no more, Daisy.

He doesn't need
none of us no more.