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CORA: I just hope you remember your wedding; I don't.

We can put the presents in the drawing room,

against the Window.

Very good, m'lady.

I suppose we do have to display all the presents.

It can look rather greedy.

LAVINIA: I can't bear the disruption

we seem to have brought down on your heads.

Don't be silly.

How are you feeling?

I just wish I could get rid of this damn stick.

Sorry.

Don't be.

If anyone has a right to swear, it's you.

Don't bully yourself.

Think of where we were a few months ago

and smile.

I quite agree.

But I want to make it up and down that aisle

without assistance.

LAVINIA: Up, yes.

You'll have me to lean on when you're coming down.

And you still have three full days of practice,

so never say die.

ISOBEL: My goodness, is that the time?

I must be getting back.

I'll go with you.

She's just sucking up, Mother.

Any bride who doesn't suck up

to her husband's mother is a fool.

Can I bother you?

Mrs. Bryant has written a letter I did not expect.

She says her husband wants to see the baby.

They both do.

Isn't that what you hoped?

Yes and no.

Remember what he was like the last time?

I don't want to build up Ethel's hopes again.

Ethel's not important.

It's the boy's chances you have to look to.

I believe you're right,

though we come at it by different routes.

But Why announce it tonight, all of a sudden?

He's got a job at a newspaper.

He heard today; it's a real chance.

Let him go to Dublin

and then you can use the calm to consider.

Mary doesn't want you to be trapped

before you're completely sure.

But I am sure!

How many times do I have to say it?

Anna, tell them.

Lady Mary's right.

It's a very big thing to give up your whole world.

Thank you.

Listen to her if you won't listen to me.

But I'm not giving up my world.

If they want to give me up,

that's their affair.

I'm perfectly happy to carry on being friends with everyone.

Married to the chauffeur?

Yes.

Anyway, he's a journalist now, which sounds better for Granny.

We're going to tell Papa tonight.

We?

You mean you and Branson?

He's coming in after dinner.

But what will Papa do?

I imagine he'll call the police.

Downton is not a hostel.

No, Mr. Carson.

And you made such a point of not being a servant anymore.

Our ears are ringing with it.

The trouble is, I'm a little out of pocket at the moment.

I cannot say that I'm sympathetic

when you dabble in the black market.

I just need some more time, Mr. Carson.

How long is it since the last patient left, Sergeant?

You're trespassing on our generosity.

I'll try to make myself useful.

Just find somewhere to go.

Yes?

I'm here.

So I can see.

I don't think this is such a good idea.

We mustn't worry Granny.

You've asked me to come and I've come.

Would someone please tell me What is going on?

Or have we all stepped through the looking glass?

Your grandmother has as much right to know as anybody else.

Why don't I find that reassuring?

How much longer is Mr. Carson going to be?

This is why it's never worth trying to make food interesting

in the servants' hall.

You're very quiet this evening.

I've had a letter off Mr. Mason, William's dad.

Oh, yes?

What does he want?

To see me.

Oh, there's nothing very wonderful in that.

You're his daughter-in-law.

Why shouldn't he see you?

I wish it were as simple.

Well, I think it is, but I'll not reopen the wound.

ROBERT: What do you mean you knew?

I hoped it would blow over.

I didn't want to split the family

when Sybil might still wake up.

And all the time, you've been driving me about,

bowing and scraping and seducing my daughter

behind my back?

I don't bow and scrape and I've not seduced anyone.

Give your daughter some credit for knowing her own mind.

How dare you speak to me in that tone?

You will leave at once!

Oh, Papa!

This is a folly.

A ridiculous, juvenile madness.

Sybil,

what do you have in mind?

ROBERT: Mama, this is hardly...

No.

She must have something in mind,

otherwise she wouldn't have summoned him here tonight.

Thank you, Granny.

Yes, we do have a plan.

Tom's got a job on a paper.

I'll stay until after the wedding...

I don't want to steal their thunder...

but after that, I'll go to Dublin.

To live with him?

Unmarried?

I'll live with his mother while the banns are read.

And then we'll be married

and I'll get a job as a nurse.

Well, what does your mother make of this?

If you must know, she thinks we're very foolish.

Oh, so at least we have something in common.

I won't allow it!

I will not allow my daughter to throw away her life!

You can posture all you like, Papa,

it won't make any difference.

Oh, yes, it will.

How?

I don't want any money.

You can hardly lock me up until I die.

I'll say goodnight,

but I can promise you one thing:

Tomorrow morning, nothing will have changed.

Tom?

ETHEL: He's not coming here.

I don't want him to see this place.

I won't have him pity me.

The question is,

are you prepared to let them into Charlie's life?

I suppose so, yes.

Good.

I'll ask them to Downton for Monday at 4:00.

And this time,

it'll be all above board.

You can't have expected to live here free forever.

I didn't expect to get booted out.

You'll have to find some work.

It's not that easy.

Every Tom, Dick, and Harry is looking for work these days,

and they don't all have a hand like a Jules Verne experiment.

Mr. Branson.

I know it wasn't easy last night.

We should have spoken out long ago.

Spoken out about what?

Ah, Why not?

Lady Sybil and I are getting married.

Have you no shame?

I'm sorry you feel like that, Mr. Carson.

You're a good man.

But no, I have no shame.

In fact, I have great pride in the love of that young woman

and I will strive to be worthy of it.

I will not disgrace myself by discussing the topic,

and nor will anyone else.

Now, if you will go, Mr. Branson,

we will continue with our day.

Leave an address where we may forward what is owing to you.

No problem there, Mr. Carson.

I'll be at the Grantham Arms in the village

until Lady Sybil is ready to make her departure.

I bid you all a good day.

Is it really true? Please!

I have asked for silence, and silence I will have.

What on earth is it?

LAVINIA: A gramophone.

Some cousins of mine have given it to us.

You should stand well clear when you light blue touch paper.

VIOLET: All on your own?

I've left space at the front for jewels.

I know Lavinia's getting something from Papa.

And from me.

Though she's so slight,

a real necklace would flatten her.

What news of Sybil?

Papa is with her now.

I'm afraid it'll end in tears.

Maybe.

But they won't be Sybil's.

I used to think that Mary's beau was a mésalliance,

but compared to this he's practically a Hapsburg.

Don't worry.

Your turn will come.

Will it?

Or am I just to be the maiden aunt?

Isn't this what they do?

Arrange presents for their prettier relations?

Don't be defeatist, dear.

It's very middle class.

Now, I'd better go up and support your father.

Your threats are hollow, don't you see?

"I won't be received in London, I won't be welcome at Court."

How do I make you understand?

I couldn't care less.

I do hope I'm interrupting something.

ROBERT: I only wish you were,

but I seem to be getting nowhere.

Have you seen Cora? No.

VIOLET: She's lying down.

And can we blame her?

Now, Sybil dear,

this sort of thing is all very well in novels,

but in reality it can prove very uncomfortable.

And while I am sure Branson has many virtues...

Well, no, no, he's a good driver.

I will not give him up.

Don't be rude to your grandmother.

No, she's not being rude.

Just wrong.

This is my offer.

I will stay one week

to avoid the impression I've run away

and because I don't want to spoil Matthew's wedding.

Then we will marry in Dublin

and whoever wishes to visit will be very welcome.

Out of the question.

Will you forbid Mary and Edith?

No, no, don't say anything you may have to retract.

Know this:

There will be no more money.

From here on in, your life will be very different.

Well, bully for that.

I thought this might tide you over...

Mr. Carson, whatever's the matter?

I'm sure I'll be all right

if I can just stay still for a moment.

You will not stay still, not down here.

Get to bed this minute.

I'll send for the doctor.

I can't.

We've got the Crawleys tonight and Miss Swire.

What with this business of Lady Sybil...

I'll deal With it.

Look, get Mr. Molesley to help.

There's no need.

I mean it.

The war is no longer an excuse for sloppy presentation.

Oh, very well, I'll ask him,

but only on condition you go to bed.

Are you too hot in that, m'lady?

We still have time to change.

No, I'm fine.

Thank you.

So, what do we do next?

God knows.

This is what comes of spoiling her.

The mad clothes, the nursing.

What were we thinking of?

That's not fair.

She's a wonderful nurse and she's worked very hard.

But in the process, she's forgotten who she is.

Has she, Robert?

Or have we overlooked who she really is?

If you're turning American on me, I'll go downstairs.

Mr. Carson likes to serve two white wines,

which you should open and decant just before they eat.

A light one for the hors d'oeuvres,

then a heavier one with the soup.

Keep that going for the fish and then change to claret,

which you should really decant now.

There's a pudding wine and, after that,

whatever they want in the drawing room with their coffee.

Blimey, it's a wonder they make it up the stairs.

They don't drink much of any of it.

Now, let me show you the decanters.

These four...

So I don't have to receive that terrible man again?

It won't be necessary.

They'll meet Ethel here, but then...

Should you be downstairs, m'lady?

Oh, I'm perfectly all right, thank you.

Why Molesley?

I could have done it.

But you always make a mountain out of not being a servant.

I'm just trying to be helpful.

I'm afraid "being helpful"

is not something we associate you with.

It's wonderful what fear can do to the human spirit.

Are you quite right, Mr. Molesley?

Yes, I just want to be absolutely sure

that this is the lighter wine.

What does it matter, as long as it's white?

No.

I believe in starting the way you mean to go on.

I don't want to get off on the wrong foot.

I'm glad you're here, Sybil dear.

I was afraid you'd have a tray in your room.

Maybe you should have done.

Why?

I'm not eloping

like a thief in the night.

I might have once, but Mary and Edith talked me out of it.

VIOLET: Oh?

The plot thickens.

After all, Sybil's had enough time to think about it...

MATTHEW: Mother!

It is not for us to have an opinion.

Mr. Molesley, are you quite well?

I'm all right.

Thank you, sir. I don't believe you are.

The awful truth is, I'm not quite all right,

and I'm afraid I'm going to ask you to excuse me.

I'm so sorry.

Would you like us to call Dr. Clarkson?

Not now, darling, it's too late.

He's coming anyway, your lordship, for Mr. Carson.

I'll bring him up when he arrives.

I can sleep in my dressing room.

Oh, I'm glad I've got you.

Aren't you serving?

They're on the main course, so I can spare a moment.

I've been thinking and, um,

I have to say something

that you won't agree with.

We're going to get married.

Don't be silly, we can't.

Not now. You're not listening.

You're going to Ripon tomorrow afternoon

to take out a special license...

I don't care how much it costs... and fix a day.

We'll tell no one.

But this you will do. I can't.

Aren't I as strong as Lady Sybil?

I don't doubt that.

Well, then, if she can do it, so can we.

That's what I've been thinking.

I have stuck by you, through thick and thin.

Thin and thin, more like.

Mr. Bates, if we have to face this,

then we will face it as husband and wife.

I will not be moved to the sidelines

to watch how you fare from a distance,

with no right even to be kept informed.

I will be your next of kin, and you can't deny me that.

JANE: Anna!

You'd better come, quick!

Mr. Molesley, what's happened?

Haven't you taken that in, yet?

I'm not well.

I'm not well at all.

First Mr. Carson, then her ladyship, and now him.

Help him down to the servants' hall.

The doctor can take a look at him, too, when he gets here.

ISOBEL: Dr. Clarkson says he's got ten cases already.

Ah, I thought Molesley had joined the Temperance League.

I'm afraid he's been taken ill, m'lord.

I am sorry.

Molesley, too?

Good heavens, everyone's falling like ninepins.

MARY: Lavinia?

Do you know, I'm not at all well, either.

I wonder if I could lie down for a minute?

Of course.

Come to my room.

They'll have lit the fire by now.

Excuse me.

ISOBEL: Do you think we should take her home?

No, let her rest for a moment.

Well, I think I should go and help.

Wasn't there a masked ball in Paris when cholera broke out?

Half the guests were dead before they left the ballroom.

Thank you, Mama.

That's cheered us up no end.

I'll take you to Mr. Carson now.

And then to see Mr. Molesley in the servants' hall.

Dr. Clarkson, you're kind to come.

How is she?

Not too bad, I'd say.

Though she'll need some nursing for a day or two.

Oh, don't worry about that.

All our daughters are professionals.

Let's leave her to get some rest.

Miss Swire may be another victim.

But she's sleeping now, so I don't want to disturb her.

When she wakes, give her some aspirin and cinnamon in milk

and keep her here.

I'll look at her in the morning.

I'd better go to Carson.

I'll come, too.

WOMAN: ♪ Please don't be offended if I preach to you a while ♪

♪ Tears are out of place in eyes that were meant to smile ♪

♪ There's a way to make your very biggest troubles small ♪

♪ Here's the happy secret... ♪

Where is everyone?

I'm not sure.

Cousin Violet's gone home.

What about you?

I'm waiting for Lavinia and Mother.

Dr. Clarkson wants Lavinia to stay here.

He'll see her tomorrow.

I don't know this one.

Actually, I rather like it.

I think it was in a show that flopped,

Zip Goes a Million, or something.

♪ ...and so the right thing to do ♪

♪ Is make it shine for you... ♪

Can you manage without your stick?

You are my stick.

We were a show that flopped.

Oh, God, Mary...

I am so, so sorry.

Do you know how sorry I am?

Don't be.

It wasn't anyone's fault, or if it was, it was mine.

You know Cousin Violet came to me and told me to marry you?

When was this?

Awhile ago.

When we knew I would walk again.

Classic Granny.

What did you say?

That I couldn't accept Lavinia's sacrifice of her life,

her children, her future

and then give her the brush-off when I was we” again.

Well, I couldn't, could I?

Of course not.

However much I might want to.

Absolutely not.

LAVINIA: Hello?

MATTHEW: What are you doing up?

Shouldn't we be getting back?

MARY: It's decided.

You're staying here.

Dr. Clarkson's coming in the morning

so he can treat all of you together.

You can borrow some things

until Matthew brings you what you need.

I'll go and organize a room.

How do you feel?

Like a nuisance.

You could never be that.

I mean it, Matthew.

Don't ever let me be a nuisance.

Don't ever let me get in the way.

Please.

I'll sleep on a chair in her room.

Oh no, there's no need for that.

O'BRIEN: I don't mind.

I'd like to be on hand.

So we're quite the hospital again.

You'll probably gain some more patients over the next few...

But you don't need to worry about Molesley.

He'll be fine in the morning.

Oh?

The others have Spanish flu.

He's just drunk.

Oh, did you want Mr. Bates, m'lord?

I forgot to say I want to be woken early.

Well, I can tell him that.

Freddie got into Ripon Grammar.

So whatever you said, it worked.

Marvelous.

Some good news at last.

I hate to hear you talk like that.

I'm sorry, that was selfish of me

to spoil your happy moment.

You need never say sorry to me.

How are you?

Really?

Since you ask, I'm wretched.

I lost my youngest child today, I suspect forever,

and I can't see any way around it.

I wish you knew how much I want to help.

Do you?

I think you know I do.

I'll see if I can get up tomorrow.

Don't be foolish.

You're ill, and in all probability

you are going to be a lot iller in the morning.

But how will you manage?

And what about the wedding?

I'm not sure there'll even be a wedding.

But, either way, I won't burden you with it.

Well, perhaps Mr. Molesley could come on a permanent basis

until I'm better.

I doubt that's the solution, Mr. Carson.

Neither my patience nor his liver could stand it.

Who is it?

I'm sorry, m'lord.

We never settled the time you wanted to be woken.

Early, I think, with everyone ill.

Seven.

I'll breakfast at half past.

Very good, m'lord.

Good night.

This isn't fair.

I'm placing you in an impossible situation.

I want to be with you.

Let me.

I see.

You don't want me now.

I want you with every fiber of my being.

But it isn't fair to you, it isn't fair to anyone.

I wish I were different, I wish everything were different.

I don't want you different.

I like you the way you are.

Thank you for that.

I will cherish it.

Truly.

What can I bring to help?

Ice, to bring her temperature down.

MARY: Mrs. Hughes...

Sir Richard telephoned this morning.

He's coming down to help.

I wonder if you could have some rooms made ready

for him and his valet, and tell Mrs. Patmore.

Very good, m'lady.

BRANSON: But I don't accept that I am ruining her life,

nor that I'm cutting her off from her family.

If you want to cut her off, that's your decision.

But how will you look after her?

How can you hope to provide for her?

With respect, m'lord,

you seem to think that she can only be happy

in some version of Downton Abbey

when it's obvious that if she wanted that life,

she would not be marrying me.

Very well.

I'd hoped to avoid this, but I see that I can't.

How much will you take to leave us in peace?

What?

You must have doubts.

You said your own mother thinks you foolish.

Yes, she does.

Then yield to those doubts

and take enough to make a new life back in Ireland.

I'll be generous if we can bring this nonsense to an end.

I see.

You know your trouble, m'lord?

You're like all of your kind.

You think you have the monopoly of honor.

Doesn't it occur to you that I might believe

the best guarantee of Sybil's happiness lies with me?

Well, if you're not prepared to listen to reason...

I'm not prepared to listen to insults.

Then I will bid you a good day.

And I want you to leave the village.

Even though she'll come to me the moment I call?

Do you really want me to leave now,

when I will take her with me that same hour?

Ah, there you are.

Dr. Clarkson's here.

Cora is not at all well.

Sybil and Edith are with her.

Mary's gone to meet Sir Richard from the train.

What's he come for?

I gather he wants to be useful.

I don't see how.

M'lord, we're two more maids down.

I hope you can forgive some catch-as-catch-can

in the days ahead.

Which maids? Not Jane?

No, m'lord, not Jane.

Thank you.

What are they doing?

Decorations for the wedding.

It still hasn't been canceled.

Until it is, they have to prepare for it.

MRS. HUGHES: If Anna or Jane appear,

tell them to come and help me do the room for Sir Richard.

I'll be in Armada.

I can help you with the bedroom,

then I'll sort out a room for his man

and I'll serve at dinner.

But I've no money to pay you.

Call it rent.

The awful truth is,

the wedding simply cannot go ahead.

Oh, don't say that.

I must.

Dr. Clarkson says you'll be groggy for at least a week,

maybe even longer.

We have to face the facts.

What about my father?

Well, Matthew can telephone him.

He can't come here while everyone's ill.

He has a weak chest and mustn't take the risk.

All right, well, I suppose we have made a decision, then.

To delay.

I don't think we've got any choice.

No, I'm afraid we don't.

Well, at least she doesn't seem too serious.

No, no.

I'd say she's been lucky.

But I am terribly sorry about the wedding.

These things are sent to try us.

Why didn't anyone tell me she was like this?

She took a turn for the worse about half an hour ago.

Where were you?

Out.

I went for a walk.

There we are, m'lady.

O'BRIEN: That's better, isn't it?

She's been with her all night.

O'Brien, you must have a rest.

Not just now, m'lord, if you don't mind.

I want to see her

through the worst, if I can.

Now I'll just make this cooler for you.

How is she really?

Tell me the truth.

I can't yet.

Dr. Clarkson says we will know more in a few hours.

God Almighty, how can this be?

My whole life gone over a cliff in the course of a single day.

Take care of that, thank you.

How are you doing?

I'm not sure.

Her ladyship's worse.

I'm sorry.

Jane said you wanted to see me.

It was only to say that I've done it.

I've booked the registrar.

When for?

He's had a cancellation.

So it's... It's Friday afternoon.

This Friday?

Ethel, what are you doing here?

Those Bryants have turned up again.

That's what.

I'll find Mrs. Hughes and come back for you.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

No, no.

I'm afraid we have illness in the house,

so I hope you can excuse Lord and Lady Grantham.

It's not them we've come to see, is it?

Is she here?

She's just coming now.

May I meet him properly?

Come along, Charlie.

This nice lady

is your grandmother.

Perhaps you could call me Gran.

He's a stout little chap, isn't he?

And so like Charles.

I thought it when we were last here.

I know what was said at the time

and Mr. Bryant's sorry for it now,

but I could see he was just like Charles.

Never mind all that.

Let's get down to business.

Business?

That's what you want from us, isn't it?

To find out what we mean to do

for little Charlie in the future?

What do you mean she might die?

What do you think happens with a fatal illness?

The fairies come?

By heaven, if anything happens to her

it won't be your fault, Miss O'Brien.

I've never seen such care.

I wish I could talk to her, that's all,

but she doesn't know me.

I'm sure she knows how hard you've worked for her.

It's not that.

There's something I need...

Never mind.

Either I will or I won't.

You never know people, do you?

You can work with them for 20 years,

but you don't know them at all.

What?

You mean give him up?

Never see him again?

Those are my terms.

But would it hurt if Ethel were to care for him

in your own house?

She could be his nurse.

That might be poss...

Of course she can't be his nurse!

Just think for a minute!

We mean to bring him up as a gentleman,

send him to Harrow, say, and Oxford.

And all the while his mother's down in the servants' hall?

How does that work?

Well, I... I could...

No, no, don't you see?

We want to raise him as our grandson,

not as a housemaid's bastard.

Well, he has to know the truth sometime.

Maybe, but not for a long time.

Till then, his father had a wartime marriage until he died

and his mother succumbed to Spanish flu.

A lot of people have.

We've quite a few upstairs.

And that, for many years at least,

is all that Charlie will be told.

So I'm just to be written out?

Painted over? Buried?

What matters is what's good for Charlie.

No, what's good for Charlie and what's good for you!

You've got a heart, I know you have.

You see what he's asking?

Ethel, consider this.

In the world as it is,

compare the two futures, the first as my heir...

educated, privileged, rich,

able to do what he wants, to marry whom he likes;

the second, as the bastard...

I think we've heard enough of that word for one day.

Very well.

As the nameless offshoot of a drudge.

You're his mother.

Which would you choose for him?

Suppose I could be his nurse and never tell him who I am?

Suppose I promise that?

Surely...

Come on!

We all know that's a promise you could never keep.

ANNA: I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes.

We must send for the doctor to come at once.

Her ladyship's much worse.

I'm afraid...

You go where you're needed.

We've had our say.

And you know how to reach us when you've made your decision.

Come along, Daphne.

O'Brien?

Is that you, O'Brien?

Yes, m'lady.

It's me, m'lady.

You're so good to me.

You've always been so good to me.

Not always, m'lady.

So good.

No.

And the fact is, I want to ask so much for your forgiveness,

because I did something once which I bitterly regret.

Bitterly.

And if you could only know how much...

So very good.

How is she?

She slept and she seemed better,

then suddenly the fever came back.

O'Brien, thank you for the way you've looked after her.

I mean it.

I'm very grateful...

whatever comes.

What a marathon, but I think I got them all.

Everyone sends love.

I've told your father I'll telegraph him

as soon as it's safe for him to come.

But not before.

Well, I don't think I should leave you alone.

But if you don't tell...

I've been thinking about the date for the re-match and...

What is it?

I wonder if we haven't been rather lucky.

I think we've both been very lucky.

That we've been given a second chance.

A second chance at what?

To be quite, quite sure about what we're doing.

Darling, what can you mean?

The thing is...

I might as well say it.

When I came downstairs and you and Mary were dancing,

I heard what you said

and I saw what you did.

Oh, but that was...

No, it's not that I'm in a rage and a fury.

In fact, I think it's noble of you to want to keep your word

when things have changed.

But I'm not sure it would be right for me to hold you to it.

Lavinia, I can explain...

No, listen.

I've had lots of time to think about it.

I love you very, very much.

And I've wanted to marry you from the first moment I saw you.

All that is true.

But I didn't really know what I was taking on.

It's not in me to be queen of the county.

I'm a little person, an ordinary person,

and when I saw you and Mary together, I thought

how fine, how right you looked together.

I don't want to hear this.

But you must.

Because it isn't a sudden thing.

I was starting to worry and then, when you were wounded,

I thought it was my calling to look after you and care for you.

And I don't think Mary would have done that

quite as well as me, really.

No, not nearly as well.

I do have some self-worth.

Just not enough to make you marry the wrong person.

What you're saying is pointless.

Mary is marrying somebody else.

Is she?

We'll see.

I won't let you do this.

You will.

But we won't fight about it now.

In fact, I'm tired.

Can I rest for a bit?

We'll talk later.

Of course.

It's good of you to come,

but I don't really see what you can do.

I just thought I'd better do my bit.

You say the chauffeur's gone, so I could always drive the car.

Preferably over the chauffeur.

Your father's not having an easy time of it.

How's Lady Grantham?

Not well.

Clarkson's with her now.

And Miss Swire?

Oh, she's...

Is that why you've come?

Because I said Lavinia had been taken ill?

I was coming up anyway, in a day or two,

for the wedding.

Well, she won't be getting married on Saturday,

which I suppose is what you'd like best.

But she's not seriously ill?

I see what was worrying you.

If Lavinia had been carried off,

you wanted to be here to stop Matthew

from falling into my arms on a tidal wave of grief.

It's a tricky disease.

His lordship's asking for you, m'lady.

I think we should aim at a sort of buffet dinner.

Then they can run in and out as it suits them.

I'm sorry to make extra work.

Never mind that.

At times like these, we must all pull together.

Oh, this arrived in the afternoon post, Daisy.

Tea for Sir Richard in the drawing room.

Well, I'm glad to know he's here to help.

I can do it.

You're very obliging, Thomas.

I can take some up to Mr. Carson, if you'd like.

MRS. PATMORE: Is that from your Mr. Mason?

He's not mine.

What does he say?

He just says again we should talk about William.

He wants me to go to his farm.

Oh, poor man.

Will you not visit him?

I'm not going to any farm.

You're all he's got, Daisy.

Well, then he's got nobody, because he hasn't got me.

Oh, I'm sorry, m'lady.

I didn't think you'd want to change tonight.

I don't.

I just need a handkerchief.

How's her ladyship?

Not good, I'm afraid.

What is it?

I don't mean to bother you, m'lady.

Go on.

Can you keep a secret?

Well, I know you can.

You see, Mr. Bates and I had a plan to get married

this coming Friday.

What?

He's worried the police haven't finished with him

and if he's right,

then I'm not going through it

with no proper place in his life.

Well, that's a very brave decision.

Or a very stupid one.

But anyway, with her ladyship ill now

and half the servants on their backs,

and everybody working flat out...

Where is the marriage to be?

Just in the register office in Ripon.

It wouldn't take long, but...

Go.

I'll cover for you.

We're all here,

and you won't help Mama by changing your plans.

You'd better come.

She's worse.

I've given her the epinephrine.

Doctor!

Oh, no!

What does that mean?

CLARKSON; It's a hemorrhage of the mucous membranes.

It's... it's not unusual.

It's all right, m'lady, don't worry, don't worry a bit.

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything is clearly not all right.

How bad is it?

If she lasts through the night, she'll live.

What about the others?

Come with me.

I'll be back shortly.

I've given some medicine to Mrs. Hughes.

She'll bring it up later.

I gather her ladyship

is not improving.

Well... we'll know more tomorrow.

And Miss Swire?

Not too bad, I think.

I'll go to her when I've seen the rest of the servants.

Ah.

Thank you, sir.

Here we are, Mr. Carson.

Now...

have you got everything you need?

M'lady.

I want, I want to thank you for coming up, m'lady.

Not at all.

No, no, I mean it.

I know I've been a disappointment to you.

Maybe.

But I've relied on your support for too long

to do without it entirely.

You'll always have my support, m'lady.

And you mine.

On which subject, I should be careful of Thomas.

Oh, I don't know how to get rid of him,

after all this.

But I doubt he'll want to stay a footman forever.

80, watch out.

You look very smart, Thomas.

Well, I still had the shirt m'lady,

and I found my livery in the cupboard.

So I thought, "Why not?"

I have a place for you here.

ISOBEL: How is Lavinia?

All right, I think.

The illness has made her rather confused.

What do you mean?

SYBIL: Matthew! Mary!

Is it Mama?

That's what's so...

It's Lavinia.

Let him go to her.

Let him be with her.

Surely you owe her that.

ISOBEL: What happened?

This is how I found her.

It's bad, I'm afraid.

Very bad.

The worst.

I don't understand; when I was with her she was talking.

She was fine.

It's a strange disease with sudden, savage changes.

I'm terribly sorry.

Well, what can I do?

Could I talk to her?

Yes, of course.

My darling, can you hear me?

It's me.

It's Matthew.

LAVINIA: Matthew?

I'm so glad you're here.

Of course I'm here, my darling.

Where else would I be?

Isn't this better?

Really?

I don't understand you.

You won't have to make our decision.

Be happy,

for my sake.

Promise me.

It's all I want for you.

Remember that.

That's all I want.

But I can't be happy.

Not without you.

How could I be happy?

What are you doing?

They were put up for the wedding, Mr. Crawley.

My dear chap,

I cannot find the words to say how sorry I am.

How is Cousin Cora?

Much better.

Thank you.

I'm glad to hear it.

I came up to see if there's anything I need to do.

We've taken care of all that.

As you know, we always use Grassby's.

Of course.

Travis has suggested Monday for the funeral.

To give people time to get here.

It'll be in tomorrow's paper.

It's very kind of you.

I know Mary wanted to see you...

No.

I mean, I don't really want to see anyone.

Not yet.

Now I know everything's settled, I'll go back.

When you speak to her father, do ask him to stay here.

Thank you.

He'll be very grateful.

Just tell me what you want me to do and I'll do it.

Are you feeling more yourself?

A bit.

I still can't get over it.

I hope you'll not pretend you liked her now.

I didn't want her here, Mrs. Hughes, I'll admit,

but I had no objection to her being happy somewhere else.

A sight to gladden my heart.

Is it?

I hope it is.

You gave us quite a fright.

They told me about Lavinia.

The funeral is on Monday.

I'd like to go if I can.

We're all right,

aren't we, Robert?

Of course we are.

Only I know I got so caught up in everything,

I think I neglected you.

And if I did, I'm sorry.

Don't apologize to me.

Ethel?!

Whatever are you doing here at this time of night?

I said I'd be back with my answer, and here I am.

You know we're a house in mourning?

Yes.

And I'm sorry,

but if anything it's made my mind up for me.

Life is short, and what's my life without Charlie?

They're not having him.

As long as you're sure.

They say they can do better for him,

but what's better than his mother's love?

Answer me that.

I'll write and tell them.

You agree with me though, don't you?

My opinion has no place in this.

REGISTRAR: I, John Bates.

BATES: I, John Bates.

REGISTRAR: Take thee, Anna May Smith.

BATES“. Take thee, Anna May Smith.

REGISTRAR: To be my wedded wife.

BATES“. To be my wedded wife.

REGISTRAR: I, Anna May Smith.

I, Anna May Smith.

Take thee, John Bates.

Take thee, John Bates.

To be my wedded husband.

To be my wedded husband.

And now the ring.

With this ring, I plight thee my troth.

With this ring, I plight thee my troth.

REGISTRAR: As a symbol of all we have promised.

BATES: As a symbol of all we have promised.

REGISTRAR: And all that we share.

And all that we share.

REGISTRAR: It therefore gives me great pleasure to say

you are now husband and wife together.

You rang, m'lord.

I keep forgetting Carson's ill.

Mrs. Hughes says he's much better.

I really want Bates.

He'd gone out earlier.

He's in the dressing room.

He went up with your evening shirt.

Golly, is that the time?

Actually, can you stay a moment?

I was trying to think how to contrive a meeting,

and here you are.

You see...

I'm glad Lady Grantham's better.

Truly.

And don't worry.

There's no harm done.

No harm done yet.

I'm almost packed and I've given in my notice.

This is the name and address of my man of business.

Why?

You don't owe me anything.

It's not for you.

It's for Freddie.

Let me give him a start in life.

I'm not sure. It would make me very happy.

If I thought that, then I'd take it gladly.

Will you be happy?

Really?

I have no right to be unhappy, which is almost the same.

Almost.

Not quite.

Can I kiss you before I go?

The secret Mrs. Bates.

We will tell everyone,

but I thought we should leave it for a while,

at least till after the funeral, anyway.

You'll have to control yourselves.

Well, we've had enough practice.

Come with me.

Smuggle Bates in here when everyone has gone to bed.

And for heaven's sake, make sure he gets the right room.

I don't know what to say, m'lady.

Who did all this?

Jane.

I told her.

She said it would be her leaving present.

You can stay all night.

She won't tell.

M'lady, thank you very, very much.

Are you sure you should be up, Mr. Carson?

I wanted to check the silver before tomorrow.

I think I've cleaned all the pieces we might need.

We'll get everything ready the moment breakfast is over.

Thank you for the way you've kept it all going, Thomas.

I wish I knew how to express my gratitude.

You'll find a way, Mr. Carson.

I think that's everything we owe.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm sorry you're going, Jane.

You're a good worker.

I wish you well.

I'm sorry, too, Mrs. Hughes.

But in the end, I think it's for the best.

For everyone.

When all is said and done, my dear, you may be right.

Well, Mrs. Bates...

you've had your way with me.

I just hope you don't live to regret it.

I couldn't regret it, no matter what comes.

I know only that I am now who I was meant to be.

I'm not worthy of you, that's all I know,

and they'll call me names for pulling you into my troubles.

Mr. Bates, we've waited long enough to be together,

you and I, and now that we're man and wife,

can we let that be enough, just for this one night?

PRIEST: Earth to earth, ashes to ashes,

dust to dust.

In sure and certain hope of the resurrection to eternal life

through our Lord Jesus Christ,

who shall change our vile body

that it may be like unto His glorious body

according to the mighty working

whereby He is able to subdue all things to Himself.

Amen.

ALL: Amen.

MARY: Would you give me a moment?

CARLISLE: I understand.

MRS. HUGHES: We'd better get moving if we're to be back there

before they arrive.

ANNA: Mrs. Patmore and Thomas will go ahead in the trap.

They'll sort it out between them.

Hmm, I've no doubt Thomas will have everything sorted out.

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes,

but it's no good thinking that we'll get shot of him now.

Why doesn't that come as a surprise?

I've been hoping I might meet you here one day.

I expect you'll come as often as I try to do.

It was a funeral.

Of a lady that was going to marry Mr. Crawley.

I heard about that.

There's nothing so wrong as when young folks die.

Nay.

You needn't hide your tears from me, love.

It does me good to see how much you loved him.

It does.

You must tell me if there's anything I can do.

Anything at all.

Thank you, but I don't think so.

That night, when we were dancing and Lavinia came downstairs,

she heard, she...

she saw everything.

How terrible for her.

I'm so sorry.

Because of what she saw,

she thought we should cancel the wedding.

That I belonged with you, not with her.

She gave up because of us.

She said to me when she was dying, "Isn't this better?"

I know it's a cliché, but...

I believe she died of a broken heart

because of that kiss.

And we were the ones who killed her.

Oh, Matthew.

We could never be happy now, don't you see?

We're cursed, you and I,

and there's nothing to be done about it.

Let's be strong, Mary.

And let's accept that this is the end.

Of course it's the end.

How could it not be?

I am so very sorry about this.

Thank you.

Can I walk you up to the house, or...

Certainly you can.

I want you to.

It's so sad.

Why are you here?

To pay my respects to Miss Swire and to see Sybil.

Lady Sybil.

Oh, Papa, what's the point in all that nonsense?

I suppose you'll go to Dublin now.

Isn't that your plan?

In a day or two.

Mama is well again, and I see no reason to delay.

Although I do so wish we could have parted friends.

What about you?

Do you want to part friends?

I do.

Although I don't expect to.

All right.

What?

Well, if I can't stop you, I see no profit in a quarrel.

You'll have a very different life

from the one you might have lived.

But if you're sure it's what you want...

am-.

Then you may take my blessing with you, whatever that means.

Oh, Papa, it means more than anything.

More than anything!

If you mistreat her,

I will personally have you torn to pieces by wild dogs.

I'd expect no less.

Will you come over for the wedding?

We'll see.

We'll talk about that later.

And there'll be some money.

But not much.

So, you've given in?

She would have gone anyway.

And perhaps we should let Lavinia's last gift to us

be a reminder of what really matters.

Of course you'll think that's soft.

Well, not at all.

The aristocracy has not survived by its intransigence.

No, no.

We must work with what we've got, to minimize the scandal.

But what have we got to work with?

Well, you'd be surprised.

He's political, isn't he?

And a writer?

Well, I could make something out of that.

And there's a family called Branson

with a place not far from Cork.

I believe they have a connection with the Howards.

Well, surely we can hitch him on to them?

Mr. Bates.

Are you all right, Mrs. Patmore?

I'm all right.

There are two men waiting for you in the servants' hall.

Are you looking for me?

John Bates?

Yes.

You are under arrest on the charge of willful murder.

You are not obliged to say anything

unless you desire to do so.

Whatever you say will be taken down in writing

and may be given in evidence against you upon your trial.

I understand.

No, no.

Please, do whatever is required.

I love you.

And I love you.

For richer, for poorer, for better, for worse.

Come along, sir.