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MARY: I shall have arms like
Jack Johnson if I'm not careful.

I'm strong enough
to wheel myself.

I'll be the judge of that.

Morning.

I keep thinking about William.

How he should be here.

Not exactly instead of me, but
sacrifice should be rewarded.

He was the brave one.

You were both brave.

And I don't think
we can say "should"

about things that happen in war.

It just happens,

and we should live with it.

Ought I to be jealous?

I'm sorry, what were
we talking about?

I was asking about Haxby Park.

I'm taking Mary
over there tomorrow.

EDITH:
Our Haxby Park?

Why, are the Russells selling?

Not officially, but I'm told
they're open to offers.

Sad.

The Russells and the Crawleys

have been neighbors
for centuries.

They're not living there
anymore.

It'll be strange for Mary.

She's been going to that house
ever since she was

a little girl in a party dress.

We all have.

There's nowhere better
near Downton.

I'm not sure
how comfortable it is.

Well, it'll be comfortable
when I'm finished with it.

Central heating,
modern kitchens,

bathrooms with every bedroom.

It's all possible.

Sounds more like a hotel.

Major Clarkson.

CLARKSON: Good
morning, Lord Grantham.

Lady Edith.

Sir.

We've had a request.

A Canadian major
has asked to come here

because of a family link
with the house.

We've taken officers
from his regiment before,

but I wanted to be sure
you'd no objection.

What's his name?

Gordon.

Patrick Gordon.

He was with Princess Patricia's
Canadian Light Infantry

at Passchendaele.

Caught in a blast and burned
rather badly, I believe.

Ah, poor fellow.

Well, he's perfectly welcome.

I'm not aware of how we are
connected, but you never know.

Sir.

JANE:
I've never worked in a house

where a valet
and a housemaid were wed.

It'll be unusual, I agree.

I hope it doesn't break us up.

Having you two set apart

in a home of your
own, all special.

While the rest of us
muddle on for ourselves.

You sound as if you're jealous.

Oh, I'm not jealous.

I just don't want it
to spoil things.

Why?

Because we've all been
such pals until now?

Give her time.

CORA:
Matthew's making such progress.

I think so.

But are we doing enough
for him, for all of them,

when it comes to rehabilitation?

They're going to have to face
a very different world

after the war.

I agree, but they'll all
be leaving Downton soon.

Leaving?

Well, Turkey's
about to capitulate

and Robert says Vittorio Veneto
will finish Austria.

So it's only a matter of weeks,
even days before it's over.

We wouldn't send anyone home
too soon, of course,

but sometime in the new year,
we will have our house back.

So you want it just to be
a private house again?

Well, shouldn't she?

Or would you like to abolish
private houses?

Well, that life
of changing clothes

and killing things
and eating them,

do you really want it again?

Wouldn't you rather
Downton was useful?

But the house is useful.

We provide employment, and...

Oh, please.

Let me look into keeping it open
as a center for recovery.

I could run it.

The house could be so much more

than it was before.

What about you, Molesley?

Are you looking forward
to this brave new world

of Mrs. Crawley's imaginings?

I'm glad of my job, m'lady,

and I should very much like
to hold on to it,

with Mrs. Crawley's
permission.

Servants are always
far more conservative

than their employers.

Everyone knows that.

Then I must be the exception

that proves the rule.

EDITH:
Hello.

My name's Edith Crawley...

Lady Edith Crawley, I know.

Second daughter of the house.

In charge of
non-medical welfare.

So whatever you need
in the way of errands run

or books to read,
then I'm your man.

Thank you.

I hope this doesn't put you off.

I can assure you, at this stage

there isn't much
that puts me off.

Did they tell you we're related?

Uh, yes, but I'm afraid I'm not
much good at family history,

although Papa's found an aunt
in 1860 who married a Gordon.

Perhaps that's a clue.

No, that isn't it.

Well, as I say, I'm hopeless.

I thought you'd
recognize my voice,

but of course
I sound Canadian now.

You mean we've met before?

It was a long time ago.

Edith, I need you.

It just explains
what you're entitled to.

That's kind, but let's face it,
I'm not a widow, am I?

Not really.

Of course you are.

No, I'm not.

How long was I married?

Six hours?

Seven?

I shouldn't have taken his name,
except it were what he wanted.

Well.

I'll leave it with you.

MRS. PATMORE:
Daisy,

it wouldn't please William
if you don't take what's owing.

He wanted you
to be looked after.

No, you made me a liar
while he was alive.

You'll not make me be
false to his memory.

You can leave me, Brooks.

Yes, sir.

Mr. Bates said you wanted
to see me, sir.

Ah, yes.

I asked you up here

because I want
to offer you a job.

I have a job, sir.

Yes, of course you do,
I'm sure you enjoy it.

I don't mean to suggest
I am offering a better one.

Thank you.

Although it would mean a
considerable increase in salary.

Lady Mary and I intend to buy
a home near Downton.

It's a long way from London,

but I've made enough money
to please myself, these days.

I know she holds you
in high regard.

I believe she would very much
appreciate your help

when she first sets up
house as a bride.

You mean you wish me to leave
Downton Abbey and transfer...

Tomorrow we go to see
Haxby Park.

If we buy it, we'll take on
the whole 12,000 acres.

No doubt, you will discover
many interesting walks to enjoy.

Of course it's run down,

but there's nothing wrong
with it that money can't fix.

So?

What do you think?

One thing I must ask:

Is Lady Mary aware
that you have approached me?

Not yet.

I wanted to surprise her.

She thinks highly
of you, Carson.

I hope I won't be
taking on a rival.

I await Lady Mary's instruction.

VIOLET:
I don't dislike him.

I just don't like him,
which is quite different.

Did he talk about Haxby?

He's got ghastly plans
for the place.

Of course Cora doesn't agree.

I'm an American.

I don't share your English
hatred of comfort.

Downton's comfortable
enough for me.

I can't wait to have it back.

CORA: That's if Cousin
Isobel allows it.

She turned up today with
a hideous list of projects

that stretched
to 1920 and beyond.

Hmm.

Well surely you can put her off?

I don't know how, once the bit's
between her teeth.

Well, change the bridle.

Find a cause that needs her
more than Downton.

She's such a martyr.

Then we must tempt her
with a more enticing scaffold.

BATES:
We're safe.

We've got the decree nisi.

I'm sure it's all right.

Except you're not sure.

Not sure about what?

What about you, Sergeant?

Have you started planning
for after the war?

Not really.

Not yet.

I know what you should be doing.

I know what we should
all be doing.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

Hoarding.

It may be wrong, but this
rationing is starting to bite.

Even with everyone's books,

I'd a battle to get
enough sugar for this week.

Are you suggesting the black
market, Mrs. Patmore?

I'm shocked.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

I'm sorry I couldn't
get down this week,

but we've had a houseful.

Who's looking after the baby?

My neighbor, and she's lent me
her bike so I can get back.

Ah, well you'd best be off.

CORA:
I can't, darling.

I've got too much work.

We're losing two of the nurses
and I must rearrange the roster.

But if Mary's out with Carlisle
and Edith's going to Mama's,

I'll be on my own.

What about Sybil?

Sybil is on duty.

I wish you'd told me.

I could have fixed
something up for myself.

You could always ask
Major Clarkson to join you,

if you really can't be
on your own for one luncheon.

I'll manage.

MARY:
It's so empty.

I didn't know they'd gone.

They've given up.

MARY:
You can't blame them.

When Billy was killed,

it knocked the stuffing out
of them completely.

What will we do about furniture

and pictures and everything?

What does anyone do?

Buy it, I presume.

Your lot buys it.

My lot inherits it.

We ought to be getting back.

Why?

What's at Downton that needs
your attention so urgently?

So...

shall we rescue it?

Shall we give the house
another chapter?

Well, I suppose one
has to live somewhere.

You're telling me we've been
feeding Ethel for some time?

We have, m'lady.

Well, supplementing her food.

I didn't think you'd mind,
what with the baby and all,

but Mr. Carson suggested
you'd like to be informed,

all the same.

Carson is right, Mrs. Hughes.

But the girl was our employee,

and while she was
in the wrong...

Indeed she was.

Men will always be men,

but for any young woman to let
her judgment so desert her...

CORA:
She's not the first girl

to be taken in by a uniform.

And don't worry, Carson,
the baby will ensure

she pays the price.

Has she tried to get the father
to assume some responsibility?

She's tried and failed,
I'm afraid.

I wonder, if I were
to write to Major Bryant,

inviting him to visit us again,

maybe Lord Grantham
can prevail on his good nature.

I'm not sure he's got one
to prevail on.

Satisfied?

I feel sorry for Ethel,

but I cannot condone
her inability

to pronounce a simple
two-letter word:

"NO."

The wine delivery should have
been here by 12:00.

Get me out of the dining room
when they come.

Serve the main course
and let Jane finish.

He won't mind.

Has Carson abandoned me?

He's dealing with a wine
delivery, m'lord.

Shall I fetch him?

No, no.

I dare say we'll manage.

I hope you're happy here

and that your family
arrangements

are not proving too complicated.

Your lordship has a good memory.

All our lives are lived
around our children.

How old is your son?

Twelve, m'lord.

Is he at the local school?

He is.

But he's trying for a
scholarship to Ripon Grammar.

Ah, is that a realistic
prospect?

I think so.

He has a real talent
for mathematics,

and his teachers believe
it's worth a try.

Well done, him.

I'm impressed.

Perhaps I can put in a word.

I'm sure I should say he wants
to do it all by himself.

But I'm not proud, so if you can
say anything, m'lord,

then for heaven's sake, do.

Jane?

Have you finished in here?

I hope she wasn't talking
out of turn, m'lord.

Not at all.

It was my fault.

I asked the questions.

But surely, if his lordship
asks him, he must do something?

Why?

What difference will it make?

We're not in the 14th century.

But when he hears that Lord
Grantham knows what he's done?

What's he done?

That all young men
aren't anxious to do,

behind the bicycle sheds
every night?

Then what am I going to do?

If Major Bryant
doesn't come 'round?

Who knows?

Go to a big city.

Invent a past.

You've broken
the rules, my girl,

and it's no good pretending
they're easily mended.

Mr. Bates.

There's a telephone call
for you.

It's your lawyer.

Shall I come with you?

Lady Mary was looking for you.

When was this?

When she got back
from her outing.

Were you going to keep it
a secret all day?

I'm going to fetch
my button box.

Thank you.

Any letters to post?

Look.

I know I've changed,

and not for the better,
but even so...

do you really still
not recognize me?

I know.

Why am I being so silly?

It's funny, isn't it?

I came here all the time
when I was growing up.

You were here?

At Downton?

You're not saying you're...

Patrick.

Yes, I am.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

I've just been hoping
you'd realize,

Without my having
to spell it out.

But Patrick's...

Dead?

Drowned on the Titanic?

Of course this must be
very hard for you.

BATES:
That's ridiculous.

No, I'm sorry.

Of course I'm not saying
it's your fault.

It's mine, it's all mine.

Yes, thank you.

Good bye.

She's only gone
and told the judge

that I paid her
to agree to a divorce.

I suppose you did, didn't you?

Yes, I bloody well did.

So what does it mean?

Because we withheld it
from the court,

it means the judge can withdraw
the decree nisi.

It means I'm not divorced
after all.

And above all, it means I am
a stupid, stupid, stupid man.

This won't change a thing.

We are going to be together,
whether she wants it or not.

If we have to leave here,
if we have to leave the country,

we are going to be together.

I was on the Titanic.

That much is true.

But I was pulled out the water
by Fifth Officer Lowe,

the only one of them
to come back,

at least that's what
they said later.

When I properly came 'round,

they'd misidentified me
as Canadian

and shipped me up to Montreal.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you just tell them
who you were?

Because I couldn't remember.

I don't know if it was
the blow to the head

or the shock or the cold,
but I had no memory.

As far as I knew,
I was Canadian.

So what happened?

Well, I had no reason
to go back to England

so, in the end, I took my name
from a gin bottle.

Then, in 1914, I joined
Princess Pat's Infantry.

And what changed?

I was caught in a big explosion
at Passchendaele.

When I woke up,
it all came back.

Suddenly I knew who I was.

I began to call myself
Patrick again.

Why not your whole name?

And why didn't you send
a message at once?

I nearly did.

And then I heard that Downton

was an officers'
convalescent home.

I thought that if I came here
and you knew me,

the hard part would be over.

But we didn't know you.

Precisely.

I must talk to Papa.

We've Matthew, the new heir,
to think about.

Ah.

The new heir, yes.

This will be very difficult
for him, of course.

It must be so hard for you,
what with Mary getting married.

Did I love her very much?

Well, I'm the wrong
person to ask.

Because you were the one
who really loved me, you mean?

I never thought Patrick knew.

Well, he did...

I do.

MARY:
It's big.

The staircase is prettier
than the one here,

but mainly it's just big.

Can we stop?

I'd much rather see your face
when we talk.

So will he buy it?

Probably.

He says he wants to steal Carson
to come and run it for us.

I don't envy you
telling your papa.

Suppose Carson won't do it?

Since he would open
his veins for you,

I don't think
there's much doubt.

I don't have to marry him,
you know.

Yes, you do.

If I thought for a moment

that I was an argument
against your marriage,

I should jump into
the nearest river.

And how would you manage that
without my help?

Well, I'd get you to push me in.

Seriously, I can only relax

because I know that you
have a real life coming.

If I ever thought I was
putting that in jeopardy,

I'd go away
and never see you again.

You don't mean that.

But I do.

I am the cat
that walks by himself,

and all places are alike to me.

I have nothing to give
and nothing to share.

And if you were not
engaged to be married,

I wouldn't let you
anywhere near me.

CARLISLE: You'd think he
was in Mary's sole charge.

I worry it'll mean
a big adjustment for him.

When we marry.

I don't believe Matthew
has any desire

to stop her marrying, Richard.

Quite the contrary.

Maybe.

But is she as convinced as he is
that they have no future?

What are you saying?

I suppose I'm asking whether you
want Mary to have children?

Because if you do,

isn't it time for Lavinia Swire
to come back into his life?

SYBIL: I wish I knew
how an engine worked.

I can teach you if you like.

That's Edith's territory.

I thought you were avoiding me.

Of course not.

But you haven't come up
with an answer yet, have you?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

I know you want to play your
part in Ireland's troubles,

and I respect that,

but I just can't think about it
all until the war is over.

It won't be long now,
so will you wait?

I'd wait forever.

I'm not asking for forever.

Just a few more weeks.

You know, old Ma Patmore's
not as mad as I thought.

Why do you say that?

I've made some enquiries
and she's right.

There's a big demand for
rationed food if I can find it.

And can you?

Maybe.

I've been given a name.

I'll have to come up
with the money, though.

And can you find the money?

I think so.

I've a bit put by.

And I could borrow some.

It's a risk though, isn't it?

You've got to speculate
to accumulate.

Hadn't you heard?

No.

But I know the one about neither
a borrower nor a lender be.

ROBERT:
What do you think?

All the chaps are wearing them
in London.

Only for informal evenings,
of course.

I'm not sure you'll get much use
out of it when the war is over.

Maybe not.

But I can wear it

when her ladyship and I
are on our own.

You're very preoccupied tonight.

Papa, can I have a word?

Now?

What is it?

I think you better sit down.

I knew you'd be in here.

Making last-minute adjustments.

Never leave anything
to chance, m'lady.

That's my motto.

Mine too, really.

Sometimes I wish it wasn't.

I gather Sir Richard's asked you

about coming with us,
when we're married.

I need to hear what you think.

It's a terrific idea.

If anyone can keep me
out of trouble, it's you.

What about his lordship?

Of course he'll kill me,
but I'm sure he'll understand.

Well, I'll give you my answer

when you've spoken
to his lordship.

It'll be a huge wrench for me
to leave Downton.

Major Gordon, Edith has given me

an account of your conversation.

She said she would.

I wish you'd spoken to me first.

Obviously, I need time to
consider what you've said.

Well, I can offer little proof,

except that I know things only
the real Patrick would know.

I was never fingerprinted
or anything.

Presumably you understand

that people would be
seriously affected

should your story be true.

You mean Cousin Matthew?

It would be very hard
on Matthew.

Of course it would,
but Robert, I...

I mean, Lord Grantham,
if you'd prefer it.

I would, until we know more.

When I was in hospital,
I had my story written down.

So you can have it checked,
as far as that's possible.

Thank you.

I'll send it to my lawyers
in London

and I'll break the news
to the family tomorrow.

Where did you learn to do that?

Do what?

Never mind.

Am I really a stranger?

Do you not recognize me at all?

It feels very odd
to be talking so formally.

The whole situation
is certainly odd.

That I freely admit.

VIOLET:
The war may be at an end,

but the upheaval
is only beginning.

Oh, how right you are.

That is why Downton Abbey

still has such
an important role to play.

Dear me, there's so much
to be done.

When you think of all the
children laid up with disease...

But they're making
such advances now,

aren't they?

Now, could we talk about
the lecture program for Downton?

If we must, we must.

If only I wasn't haunted
by those women

whose jobs will be snatched from
them when the boys come home.

But we have to find work
for our heroes, don't we?

That must be our priority,

however hard that might sound.

As you say.

And what about
those wretched refugees?

What will become of them?

Ah, now you've struck a chord.

Have I, really?

Oh, thank heaven.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Only the thought
of those poor men and women,

flung across Europe,

far from their homelands

and so much in need
of your help.

My help?

Why do you say that?

When it comes
to helping refugees,

your experience renders
your value beyond price.

One of the organizers
said those words.

Which organizer?

I forget.

But what about running Downton?

I can't do both.

Well I suppose you must decide
what is more important:

Exercise classes
and lectures on pottery,

or helping men and women
build a new life.

I must go.

But I will think about it.

Are you coming to Cousin
Robert's dinner tonight?

Are you?

Well, I didn't feel
I could say no.

He sent a note this morning,
it was most insistent.

What's it about?

I have no idea,
but we'll talk there.

We're on to something for you.

We mustn't let the iron
grow cold.

Thank you.

You know there is
nothing more ill-bred

than to steal other people's
servants?

But you're not "other people,"
and Carson brought me up.

What does he say?

That he won't do anything
without your permission.

Which of course is so cunning.

How can I refuse a man
who says that?

What do you say, Bates?

I say Mr. Carson
must have the last word

on where he lives and works.

You're ganging up on me.

You're a darling and I love you.

Now, what's this dinner
all about?

Won't you tell me?

You'll find out.

ROBERT: I'm sorry if
it's a bit of a crush,

I didn't want to be overheard.

Are we talking financial ruin

or criminal investigation?

Neither.

I'll get straight to the point.

We have a patient
who has been badly burned

who goes by the name
of Patrick Gordon,

but he claims to be
Patrick Crawley.

ISOBEL:
But I thought he was dead.

Didn't he drown on the Titanic?

ROBERT: Well,
of course it is what we all thought.

Until now.

They never found a body.

They never found lots of bodies.

I'm so sorry, but I'm not
quite on top of this.

Who's Patrick Crawley?

The man who would
displace me as heir.

If he is alive,

then I am no longer
the future Earl of Grantham.

MARY:
It's ridiculous!

How can it be true?

Where's he been hiding
for the last six years?

In Canada,
suffering from amnesia.

He does have a story
that would explain it.

I'm not quite sure about
how to test the facts.

He knows all sorts of things
that only Patrick,

or someone very close to him,
would know.

What a stupid thing to say!

Any fortune teller at a fair
comes up with a dozen details

he couldn't possibly know.

There's no need to be angry.

This young man is either
Patrick or he's not.

There must be a way to find out.

Is he like Patrick to look at?

He isn't like anything
to look at.

I've sent his account up to
George Murray in London

to ask for his advice.

But what a waste
of time and money.

EDITH:
What's the matter?

We were all so fond of Patrick.

You were going to marry him,

for heaven's sake.

Aren't you glad if he survived?

Dear me.

Should I be worried?

Certainly not!

This man is a fake
and an imposter.

And I think

it's a cruel trick to play,

when Matthew's been through
so much.

My dear, don't be
too quick to decide.

You never know, this might be
a blessing in disguise.

What do you mean?

Well, he seems
a nice enough chap.

He's not very pretty of course,

but he can walk round the estate
on his own two legs,

and sire a string of sons
to continue the line.

All in all, I'd say
that's a great improvement

on the current situation.

Sybil, could I prevail on you
to take me back to my room?

SYBIL:
Of course.

CORA:
Ah, Mrs. Hughes,

We've had a letter
in the evening post

from Major Bryant's father.

He must have found it
hard to write,

for it seems the Major
has been killed.

In the Battle
of Vittoria Veneto.

How sad.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I know, and right at the end.

But there we are.

I'm afraid it's the end
of our story, too.

What story is that, m'lady?

A friend of Mrs. Hughes
knew the Major.

Can you relay the news?

Of course.

Will that be all?

Yes, thank you.

Is that the Major Bryant

that Ethel always thought
so handsome, m'lady?

Too handsome for anyone's good.

I beg your pardon,
your lordship.

I thought everyone had gone up.

Not yet.

Is there anything
I can fetch you?

Nothing that would help.

Never mind me.

Good night.

Not a shock exactly,

but obviously it was
a tremendous surprise.

So what happens next?

Papa has sent your statement up
to his solicitor.

What is it?

Do you remember this place?

Of course I do.

How we used to hide over there?

Wasn't there a governess
none of you liked?

Fraulein Kelder.

That's it.

Fraulein Kelder.

What fun we used to make of her.

Do you know,
I do recognize you now.

Do you?

You haven't changed at all.

Not a jot.

God knows I have.

It's not important.

Edith, if you really mean it,

do you think, once it's all
settled, we might talk again?

But if they've read
her ladyship's letter,

won't his parents know?

I don't think so.

She only wrote to invite him
to pay a visit.

She thought the subject
of the baby

would come better face to face.

Could I write to them?

You could try,
but where's your proof?

With him dead,
you've no evidence at all.

Then I'm ruined.

You were ruined already,
my girl,

so don't let's go overboard.

How's that new maid getting on?

The widow with the little boy?

Very well, thank you.

Why?

I was just thinking.

Well, everyone wants
to help her,

to feed her, to find her work,

because her son's father
is dead.

But so is the father of my son.

Where's the difference?

The difference is,

Jane is a respectable
married woman

that some man chose
to be his wife.

Is that enough?

It is in the real world.

Carson, I wonder if I could be
put on the London train

at 9:00 tomorrow morning?

His lordship's valet
is catching that one.

Would you object to his riding
in the front with the chauffeur?

Not at all.

Meanwhile, have you given
my proposition any thought?

A great deal, Sir Richard.

I'll be back on the night
of the tenth.

Perhaps you could let me have
your answer then?

Answer to what?

As to whether Carson will be
captain of our ship.

With you at the helm,

there's much more chance
of a smooth crossing.

Your lordship,
I need to go to London tomorrow.

I've spoken to Mr. Carson,
he has no objection.

Please say this
concerns property

and not the former
Mrs. Bates.

I only wish she was
"the former," m'lord,

or better still,
"the late."

Indeed?

I have to reason with her.

I have no other choice.

She's found a reason
to delay things again.

No, not delay.

She's found a way
to ruin things.

Be sensible, Bates.

Above all, do not lose
your temper.

A German republic?

No, I don't think so,
Mr. Branson.

The Kaiser will go,
I'll grant you,

and maybe the crown prince too,

but there'll be a regency,
mark my words.

Monarchy is the
lifeblood of Europe.

Sorry, Mr. Carson,
but I think you'll find

the kings and emperors
have had their day.

If President Wilson has anything
to say about it.

I'll have to go up to London.

But what will you say to her
that you haven't said already?

I don't know,

but I know that staying here
won't make any difference.

O'BRIEN: You're always
going up and down

to London these days, Mr. Bates.

I have business in London.

Oh, yes?

Well judging by your expression,

your business doesn't seem
to be prospering.

The trick of business
is to mind your own.

ROBERT:
I'm sorry to disturb you,

but l...

I've just heard news
from the War Office

and I thought you'd all
like to know...

that the war is over.

The ceasefire will
begin at 11:00

on the morning of the 11th
of November.

Why can't it begin now?

11:00 of the 11th
seems pretty tidy to me.

We will mark the moment
in the Great Hall

and I expect all of you,
including the kitchen staff

and hall boys, everyone,
to be there.

And Carson...

Oh, it's such good news,
thank the Lord.

Is there any more
glasses up there?

ALL:
To peace!

The truth is, Cora,

there is a reason for inviting
you here today,

and I very much fear
I'm going to be

a great disappointment to you.

Oh?

Cousin Violet is in part
to blame.

Yes, I usually am.

It was she who drew my attention

to the plight
of the war refugees.

I feel very guilty
since I chivvied you,

and now I'm jumping ship.

But I can't run Downton as well.

You must go where you can
make a difference.

Well, this is what I think.

But I hope you will consider

keeping the house open
without me.

I must be honest with you.

It was your idea,

not ours,

so I doubt very much
we'll go on with it now.

But what does that matter
when one thinks

of the work you'll be doing?

Don't you agree, Mama?

Well, I...

I cannot find the words
to say how I feel.

What... what do you think,
Molesley?

Sometimes Fate
knows best, m'lady.

I couldn't put it better myself.

Well.

CORA: There really is
something for her to do?

Absolutely.

It's all set up.

I had to promise to be a patron,

but it seemed
a small price to pay.

I know it was for Robert
and the girls

but I thank you, without irony,

from the bottom of my heart.

And I accept your thanks,

my dear,

with no trace of irony, either.

Lawyers take forever
to answer anything.

So they can charge more.

But the others
don't believe me, do they?

Not like you.

I think they want to be certain.

But how can they ever be?

If the lawyer casts
even the slightest doubt,

won't that give them the excuse

to cut me out
and stay with Matthew?

If only one of them
recognized me.

They will do, soon.

No, they won't.

They've forgotten me.

I'm a stranger to them now!

Well, you're not
a stranger to me.

I wouldn't be Vera Bates.

He left here at dawn
with a face like thunder.

I wonder if she knows
what she's started.

If I were you,
I'd keep out of it.

Wise words.

How did you get on?

Yeah, it was interesting.

Daisy, I wish you'd let me
tell you about it.

There's no point.

No point in what?

Jane keeps making out
I'm a war widow.

But I'm not, am I?

You all know that.

I married William
on his death bed.

That don't count.

Of course it counts.
I don't think so.

And I wasn't good to him.

He thought I loved him,
but I didn't.

Not like he loved me.

I should never have married him
in the first place, only...

Marrying him
was a great kindness.

No, it wasn't kind.

It was wrong.

MRS. HUGHES:
Mr. Bates?

How did you get here?

I walked from the station.

CARSON:
Well, you should have said.

We'd have sent someone
to meet you.

I was glad of the walk.

I was glad of the air.

ANNA: I never thought
you'd be back tonight.

How was it?

Worse than you can
possibly imagine.

What's...?

I assume that whatever
Mr. Murray has told you

means the man is a fake.

You can't have asked Matthew
to be here unless you know that.

It's very complicated.

Lowe was the only officer to go
back to the site of the wreck,

he did pull some people
out of the sea

and it seems one of the men
was unidentified.

There!

One of the reports

has him dying before they
reached the Carpathia.

Precisely.

Another witness says the man

did get to New York alive,

but there's no clear record
of his name.

Which could be Patrick Crawley.

There's more.

There was a Peter Gordon,

who worked with Patrick
at the foreign office.

Now, he emigrated
to Montreal in 1913.

VIOLET:
Yes.

And when his face
was blown away, he decided

every cloud has a silver lining.

He was perfectly placed

to impersonate his dead friend.

I mean, no doubt
they shared confidences,

so he just brushed them up,

and put himself forward
for a major inheritance.

MARY:
Granny's right.

All he needed was a survivor
from the Titanic

who was unaccounted for,
and he found one.

But the Titanic story bears out
Patrick's version in every way.

What do you think?

I don't know what to think.

How can you even hesitate?

EDITH: But Mary,
you haven't heard the things he remembers.

I don't need to.

"I remember how we played,
and your pony and your birthday,

and how we hid in the garden
from the nasty governess."

What other memories would you
have of a childhood spent here?

Murray will continue
to investigate so, Edith,

can we be polite to the man,
but nothing more?

The end of the war
should make it easier

to unearth the evidence.

That is all for the time being.

ROBERT: I thought Carlisle
was going to come back

for our ceremony tomorrow,
but he never sent a train time.

He's driving up.

He'll be here in time
for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry I can't be
more decisive.

Don't be.

I meant what I said
the other day.

It will take a man

who is more than I am now
to follow you.

So don't think about me.

My dear chap,
how can you say that?

I never think about
anything else.

PATRICK: What do they make of
this Peter Gordon character

they've uncovered?

Do they think that's who I am?

Do you remember him?

Very well.

Peter and I were good friends.

Very good friends.

Did you know he moved to Canada?

How could I?

When I'd forgotten who I was
until two months ago?

Of course.

So what will they do now?

Track him down, I imagine.

Find out what happened to him.

Suppose he joined the Princess
Pat Light Infantry?

I don't understand.

What are you saying?

Why would he?

You're very sweet, you know.

So sweet you made me think
that all things were possible.

Perhaps the lesson is
you can't go back.

You're tired,
and I don't blame you.

But you're not to give up.

I won't let you.

We'll find this Peter Gordon.

I know we will.

Yes.

I expect you will.

They'll be going in
to dinner in a minute.

We've built a good cellar here,
you know.

I'm not saying it's legendary,

but it's nothing
to be ashamed of.

You've made your mind up, then?

I think so.

Yes, I think I have.

But with a heavy heart,
Mrs. Hughes.

And just when we thought
we were getting back to normal.

Don't tell me you'll miss me.

I will, Mr. Carson.

Very much.

And it costs me nothing
to say it.

Thank you.

That means a lot to me.

Shall we go through
with the ladies?

And let them get in here?
Of course.

I wonder what happened
to Richard.

He'll have started late, and...

I do apologize, Lady Grantham.

We got stuck in Royston

and a cart had
overturned in Baldock.

CORA: Hello my dear,
how lovely to see you.

Are you sure?

Sir Richard said you were
expecting me, but are you?

Of course we are.

Can you take Matthew
into the small library?

Are you hungry?

We've finished,
but Mrs. Hughes

can easily put
something on a tray.

Carson?

Nothing's changed.

But you see, it has.

Because I've changed.

When I was last here,

I was so bowled over
that I let you send me away.

But not this time.

I love you.

I'm going to look after you.

That's all there is to it.

And if I refuse?

I'm sorry, but I mean it.

You won't frighten me away,
whatever you do.

EDITH: It seems
such a waste of time

to drive from London and get
stuck in every town on the way.

SYBIL:
Oh, I don't agree.

I'd love to drive, and you'd
better love it, too...

CORA:
Before you scold me,

it's no good pretending

Mary is not a good deal
too attached to Matthew.

So you summon Lavinia?

To be sacrificed

like some latter-day Iphigenia,

doomed to push his chair
through all eternity?

Robert, it's quite simple.

Do you want Mary's marriage
to be a success?

Do you want grandchildren?

Sometimes, Cora, you can be
curiously unfeeling.

MARY: Suppose he
doesn't want her back?

Have you thought of that?

He needs someone
to look after him.

Yes, but...

And you'll be too busy
with our new life, won't you?

Look, I know you're used
to having your own way...

Yes, I am.

And I will say something
I hope I won't have to repeat.

If you think you can jilt me,
or in some way set me aside,

I tell you now you have given me
the power to destroy you,

and don't think I won't use it.

I want to be a good husband
and for you to be happy.

But don't ever cross me.

Do you understand?

Never.

Absolutely never.

What's happened to Major Gordon?

He's gone.

But he can't have.

When?

After breakfast.

We couldn't very well stop him.

The war's over.

He left this for you.

What does it say?

"It was too difficult.

"I'm sorry.

P. Gordon."

P for Patrick or P for Peter?

I know what you think,
but I don't accept it.

We drove him away.

His own family
drove our cousin away.

But you believed in him,
whoever he was.

And that's worth something.

ROBERT: I think,
while the clock strikes,

we should all make
a silent prayer,

to mark the finish
of this terrible war,

and what that means for each
and every one of us.

Let us remember the sacrifices
that have been made

and the men who will never come
back, and give them our thanks.

Thank you, everyone.

Remember, this is not just
the end of a long war,

but it is the dawn of a new age.

God bless you all.

Let me help you with that.

Can you get him back
to his room?

I'll open the door.

My God.

Is something wrong, sir?

No, nothing.

Bates, if I felt...

If you felt what, sir?

It doesn't matter.

Not yet.

Not until I feel it again.

I thought that was
very dignified.

Very calming.

Thank you, m'lord.

I don't suppose you're having
any doubts about leaving?

I'm afraid not, m'lord.

Well, I can't say I'm not sorry.

I won't go until we've found
a proper replacement.

Whoever we find
won't replace you.

Mr. Bates.

Telegram for you.

What was that about?

His wife's dead.

Someone found her
early this morning.