All language subtitles for DowntonAbbey.S02E09.eng

Come on.

Out you get.

Start untying these ropes.

Come on, quickly as you can.

What do you think, Mary?

Perfect.

Daisy, get downstairs
with those, now.

ROBERT:
Ah, well, I say.

Mary.

Happy Christmas.

And to you.

CORA:
Anna, this is for you.

MARY: The usual cloth for a
frock, I'm afraid,

but I hope you like
the other thing.

I'm sure I will, m'lady.

Thank you.

We all prayed for him
in church this morning.

Happy Christmas, Anna.

I can't wait for you
to open this.

MRS. PATMORE:
Thank you, your ladyship.

ROBERT: Happy Christmas, Mrs.
Patmore.

What did her ladyship say?

CORA:
O'Brien.

She was just being kind.

Happy Christmas...

MRS. HUGHES: I wish I could
tell you not to worry.

My husband's on trial
for his life, Mrs. Hughes.

Of course I worry.

Well, I'm old-fashioned
enough to believe

that they can't prove him
guilty when he's not.

This is for you.

Thank you, m'lady.

The Royal Families of Europe.

Oh my.

I shall find this very
interesting, m'lord.

Good.

I don't want to spoil their fun,
but I couldn't wear a paper hat.

Not with poor Mr. Bates
locked away.

His lordship said much the same.

Is Mr. Bates the one
Lady Rosamund told me about?

The murderer.

Mr. Bates has most unjustly

been accused of murder.

That is all.

All?

I should think that's quite
enough for most people.

CARLISLE: Why do we have to
help ourselves at luncheon?

ROBERT:
It's a Downton tradition.

They have their feast
at lunchtime,

and we have ours in the evening.

But why can't they have their
lunch early and then serve us,

like they normally do?

Because it's Christmas Day.

It's not how
we'll do it at Haxby.

Which I can easily believe.

Oh, this is nice.

What is it?

What does it look like?

Something for getting stones
out of horses' hooves.

It's a nut cracker.

We thought you'd like it.

To crack your nuts.

Who's coming on New Year's Day?

The usual guns.

Us three, and some locals.

You'll know all of them.

Have you asked Anthony Strallan?

I tried.

In fact, I gave him three dates
but he said no to all of them.

Perhaps he's given it up.

But he was so keen
before the war.

Perhaps he's heard enough
banging for one life.

Oh, and Rosamund's forced me

to invite Lord Hepworth.

Really?

ROSAMUND: Well,
I told him I was coming down here,

and he dropped hint after hint.

Perhaps he has nowhere to go.

It can be a lonely time of year.

Jinks Hepworth lonely?

I find that very hard
to believe.

Hepworth men don't go in
for loneliness much.

How do you know him?

I knew his father
in the late '603.

Mais oú sont les neiges d'antan?

MARY: Isobel told me
you were telephoning

for news of Mr. Swire.

How is he?

Not good.

I'm catching the train
first thing in the morning.

I hope I'm in time.

Is it as bad as that?

I'm so sorry.

Matthew's going to London
tomorrow.

Lavinia's father is ill.

You'd better warn Robert
if you'll miss the shoot.

I'll be back by New Year's Day.

He won't last that long,
I'm afraid.

Forgive me if I'm
casting a gloom.

Don't be silly.

We're all under the shadow
of Bates's trial.

Will any of you have to testify?

Only Papa and
some of the servants.

But I'm going to support Anna.

Would you like me
to come with you?

To explain what's happening?

Or will you do that?

Richard wants to go back to work
the day after the shoot.

Don't you?

Yes, I do.

Now, Thomas.

What's this?

It's a board for Planchette.

What's that?
A game.

Well, not quite a game.

More a method of communication.

How?

Never mind.

I'll take it, if you like.

Sybil's favorite.

A happy Christmas to us all.

ALL:
Happy Christmas.

Don't forget to make a wish.

Let's all make a wish.

A wish and a prayer.

CARLISLE:
Is this about Bates again?

ROSAMUND:
My new maid says

the servants' hall
is full of it.

How terrible it is.

We mustn't lose faith.

He's been wrongly accused.

I'm sure you hope so.

We know so.

How has Mr. Murray managed
to have the trial held in York?

I don't know,
but thank God he has.

And he's confident?

He seems to be.

Lawyers are always confident
before the verdict.

It's only afterwards
they share their doubts.

Is anyone there?

Is anyone there?

You must take it seriously,
otherwise they'll be offended.

What is it?

We're talking to the dead.

But how?

They can't talk back.

They can.

That's the whole point.

Come on, Daisy.

No, I don't think it's right.

O'BRIEN:
If you'll all be quiet,

I'll try again.

Is there anyone there?

Yes, someone is there.

MRS. HUGHES:
What is going on?

We're just playing a game.

MRS. HUGHES:
Avery unsuitable game,

Miss O'Brien,
especially on Christmas night.

Please put it away at once.

I'm surprised at you, Daisy.

Are you sure
there's nothing in it?

Quite sure, thank you.

Don't you believe
in spirits, then?

Well, I don't believe
they play board games.

EDITH:
You're reading.

For heaven's sakes,

yes, I'm reading because
it's a book title.

No talking.

I know, but honestly.

ALL:
Five words.

Fourth word.

ISOBEL:
Two syllables.

First syllable.

They'll never get it,
they'll never get it.

SEVERAL PEOPLE:
Fist... shake... mad!

Do you always play charades
on Christmas night?

This isn't charades,
this is "The Game."

ROBERT:
No helping.

EDITH:
Trip.

CARLISLE:
Do you enjoy these games?

In which the player
must appear ridiculous?

Sir Richard, life is a game

in which the player
must appear ridiculous.

Not my life.

ISOBEL:
Fall... past.

Fell.

Wildfell.

The Tenant of Wildfell Hall!

Isis.

Richard, your turn, come on.

How soon your maxim
will be tested.

If Mr. Bates
should not come back...

I am not replacing Bates.

What were you going to say?

Only that I know that Thomas
is keen to be promoted.

The trouble is, being
dressed and undressed

is an intimate business.

We've forgiven Thomas
his early sins, I know,

but I cannot imagine I would
ever quite feel the trust.

Say no more, m'lord.

I'm sure Mr. Bates
will be home soon,

which will settle the matter.

MRS. PATMORE:
We're running out of time...

Did you make all that?

Yes, why?

And you're still
only the kitchen maid?

I don't know what I am.

You could be a sous chef
at least, in London.

I don't know what
a sous chef is.

Or a cook.

Maybe not in a house like this,

but you wouldn't have to go
far down the ladder

before they'd snap you up.

Daisy, find Thomas and tell him
the tea's ready to go up.

Then we should get started
on the mixture

for the cheese souffles.

Does Daisy cook
the soufflés, too?

What's it to you?

EDITH: What do you mean you've
invited Anthony Strallan?

I thought it was just us.

Oh, very important.

He never used to use
the chauffeur.

Well, you were so disappointed
that he wouldn't come shooting.

Good afternoon, Lady Grantham.

Lady Edith.

What a charming surprise.

It's been far too long.

It's so nice to see you.

It's such a relief
to see any of our friends

who've made it through
unscathed.

I'm afraid I haven't quite.

I took a bullet
in the wrong place.

It seems to have
knocked out my right arm.

But not forever, surely?

Well, the upshot is I am afraid

the wretched thing is now
no use to man or beast.

Well, now we know why you didn't
want to come shooting.

Indeed.

So, how is everyone?

Lady Sybil is married, I hear.

Living in Ireland.

How was the wedding?

Quiet.

It was in Dublin.

They didn't want a big affair.

Did you all get over?

Mary and I did.

Papa, Mama, and Granny...

We were all ill.

Isn't it sad?

What's he like?

He's political.

As long as he's on
the right side.

So, does he shoot?

I'm sure he does.

But I don't think pheasants.

Mr. Murray thinks
a reference from an earl

will go in my favor.

I'm not sure such things matter,
when it comes to murder.

I think it'll help.

Because you want to think so.

Anna, you must prepare
for the worst.

I'm not saying it'll happen,
but you must prepare for it.

I know it could happen.

I do.

But the time to face it is after
it has happened and not before.

Grant me that.

Lady Grantham.

Lady Rosamund.

Hello, Lord Hepworth.

Welcome.
Thank you.

Will your man be coming on
from the station, my lord?

I haven't got one with me;
is that a nuisance?

I am so sorry.
Not at all, m'lord.

Thomas will take care
of you while you're here.

Splendid.

Do come in.

Thank you.

ROBERT: This came for
you in the evening post.

It's from Sybil.

We must go up and change.

So, what do you make
of Rosamund's pal?

He seems agreeable enough.

I suspect he's in the profession
of making himself agreeable.

O'Brien says Rosamund's maid
speaks very highly of him,

and that seems
a good reference to me.

What is it?

Sybil's pregnant.

I see.

So, that's it, then.

No return.

She's crossed the Rubicon.

She crossed it
when she married him, Robert.

She says we're not to tell
anyone, not even the girls.

I wondered why she didn't ask
to come for Christmas.

Would you have allowed it?

Well, well.

So we're to have
a Fenian grandchild.

Cheer up.

Come the revolution,

it may be useful to have
a contact on the other side.

Hmm.

Oh, I say,

this is very cozy, isn't it?

What is?

To find ourselves next door.

I'm not certain it's quite
proper to remark on such things.

You remember my maid, Shore.

Certainly I do.

Hope they've got a jolly
party planned downstairs.

Why would they?

Because it's New Year's Eve,
of course.

Oh, that.

I doubt it, my lord.

But I don't mind,
I make my own fun.

If that's everything, my lady,

I'll go down now
and see you after midnight.

Thank you.

I only wish I could
say the same.

Only joking.

I wonder if she'll remember me.

Oh, she will.

Good evening, Lady Grantham.

I don't suppose you remember me.

Of course I do.

Oh, how is dear Hatton?

I have such happy memories
of it from the old days.

Well, I'm not often there,
not since my mother died.

Perhaps it needs
a woman's touch.

Well, don't we all?

How very like
your father you are.

It's almost as if he were
standing here before me.

I hope you'll come to tea
and then we can talk about him.

I should love it, Lady Grantham,
if they'll release me.

They'll release you.

What are those for?

We always have a glass of wine
at midnight on New Year's Eve.

Very civilized.

In my last place,

we were expected to be
upstairs and serving,

New Year's Eve or not.

DAISY:
Were you not

a lady's maid then?

How long have you been
with Lady Rosamund, Miss Shore?

Two months.

Oh, I see.

You're quite a new girl.

I can read Mr. Carson's hint.

His lordship doesn't trust me.

O'BRIEN: Because of the
stealing, you mean?

THOMAS:
So what should I do?

O'BRIEN:
Get him to trust you.

THOMAS:
That's easy to say, but how?

Make him grateful.

Do him a good turn.

Hide something he loves,
then find it and give it back.

CARSON:
Miss O'Brien?

Thank you,
Mrs. Patmore.

Not long now.

Does everyone have a glass?

Anthony Strallan was at Granny's
for tea the other day.

So I know why he wouldn't
shoot... he's hurt his arm.

Shame.

Well, we shall try
again next year.

I am sorry I started that,
now don't encourage it.

She'd spend her life
as a nursemaid.

Once again, the servants are
downstairs and we're on our own.

In the whole year,

we fend for ourselves
at Christmas lunch

and on New Year's Eve.

It doesn't seem much to me.

You haven't had to fight
for what you've got.

Oh, do try to get past that.

It makes you sound
so angry all the time.

I hope London wasn't too grim.

Well, I got down there in time,
which was the main thing.

And I was with him when he died.

So he wasn't alone.

I'm so sorry, and so glad.

Happy New Year.

ALL:
Happy New Year.

Happy New Year, Mama.

Happy New Year, Mama.

1920.

Is it to be believed?

I feel as old as Methuselah.

But so much prettier.

When I think what the last
ten years has brought,

God knows what we're in for now.

He's pushing his luck.

How?

He wants me to speak up
for him to Lady Rosamund.

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

ROBERT:
We'll walk to the first drive,

then use the wagonette
after that.

HEPWORTH:
Splendid.

I hope you're
going to stand by me.

I thought I'd chum my brother.

Cora isn't coming out
till luncheon.

The second drive, then.

You ladies will have to
distribute your charms fairly

as there are only three of you.

Don't you agree, Lady Mary?

Lady Mary will stand by me.
Now, just...

MATTHEW: I thought you
were going to stand with me

for the first drive.

Isn't that what you said?

Did I?

Yes, I think I did.

Why don't you have a loader?

Barnard would have
found you one.

I'm not very good at it.

This or double guns,
and I don't want a witness.

I'm a witness.

Then please don't spread
the word of my incompetence.

I never know which is worse,

the sorrow when you hit the bird

or the shame when you miss it.

Thank you for
intervening back there

before I said something rude.

He does rather beg to be teased.

The awful truth is he's
starting to get on my nerves.

Still, you're not the person
to burden with that.

You're still going
to marry him, though?

Of course.

Why wouldn't I?

Huh, I think I might have
got that one.

You must promise
faithfully to lie

when they ask you how I did.

Daisy?

You've got a visitor.

I were visiting the grave,
and I thought to myself,

"Why not go and see her now?"

Take William's blessing with me.

Why not go and sit for a moment
in the servants' hall?

We're sending out
the shooting lunch.

As soon as we're finished, Daisy
can bring you a cup of tea.

I'm sure Mrs. Hughes won't mind,
will you, Mrs. Hughes?

Indeed I will not.

This way.

Well, he's here now, so I think
I should make things clear.

Don't, Daisy.

Please.

William wouldn't
thank you for it.

He won't thank me

for bamboozling
his old dad neither.

EDITH: Now, I know you are going to say
no, but I was just passing

and I suddenly thought,
"Why don't we go for a drive?"

Like we used to.

I don't think I should.

I really can't spare the time.

Would you like a cup
of something?

All right.

Yes, thank you.

That would be nice.

Is everyone well?

Quite well.

Lady Edith will be
joining me for tea.

Certainly, sir.

As a matter of fact,

I'm glad to have got you
to myself for a moment.

Oh?

I feel it gives me the chance
to make some things clear.

I wish I was that clear
when we met the other day.

It's been worrying me.

I don't understand.

You see, I couldn't bear for you
to think that we might...

take up together again,
when, of course, we can't.

Because of what Mary said
that time?

Because you know it wasn't true.

She only said it to spite me.

No, it's not because of that.

And if you say it wasn't true,
I'm sure it wasn't.

You see, the thing is,
I am far too old for you.

I don't agree.

Of course I am.

And now, well, I'm a cripple.

I don't need a wife,
I need a nurse.

And I couldn't do that

to someone as young
and as lovely as you.

I don't accept a single word
of that speech.

Lady Edith.

If you think I'm going
to give up on someone

who calls me lovely...

I'm afraid you must.

Ah, lovely.

I'd like you to know
the place he grew up.

He always wanted to work
with animals.

Horses, really.

But his mother saw him
as a butler,

lording it over a great house.

He loved you both so much.

I'm only grateful
his mother went first.

She couldn't have borne it.

No, but she would have had to
face it, wouldn't she, like you?

We all have to face
the truth, don't we?

We do, lass.

Hard as it may be.

Because I want to tell you
the truth.

You see, William and me

were friends for a long time

before he started to feel
something more.

Well, that's always
the best way, isn't it?

To know that there's friendship
as well as passion.

Yes, but you see, I didn't...

I didn't feel the love so soon,

so I'm afraid I wasted
some of the time

we could have spent together.

No, you didn't, Daisy.

You gave him
the thrill of the chase.

He talked of nothing but you

from dawn till the cows
came home.

And when he saw
you felt the same,

well, the pleasure was all
the sweeter for the waiting.

I promise you.

Good.

So, when are you going
to come to the farm?

I'll let you know.

Shall I get you
some more hot water?

More lies.

Were they?

That's the horn.

Where's the damn loader?

Looking for your damn peg,
I imagine.

Why were you laughing
with Matthew?

At the end of the first drive?

I suppose he said
something funny.

Am I never to be free of him?

Of course not.

You know how families
like ours work,

and he'll be head of it one day.

I might understand if you'd let
me think for a solitary minute

that you preferred
my company to his.

I have tried, Mary,
give me that.

I've done everything
I can to please you.

MARY: If you mean you've bought a
large and rather vulgar house...

CARLISLE: You cannot
talk to me like that!

What've I done to deserve it?
What?

Is something the matter?

Richard's loader seems
to have got lost,

and this is one
of the best drives.

He's missing all the fun.

I see.

Where the bloody hell
have you been?

Sorry, sir.

I'm afraid Sir Richard's
rather anxious to begin.

I'd better get back to my post.

LOADER:
There you are, sir.

Robert, Matthew is going
to York for Bates's trial,

and... well, I wondered
if I might come as well.

Of course, if you want to.

Cora's told me she's not going,

and I feel I just
might be useful.

As part of the
bucking-up brigade.

That's kind.

Thank you.

It's odd, isn't it?

Us just chatting away here,

while that poor man
waits to hear his fate.

Please don't make me feel
any worse than I do already.

Have we time to serve
the coffee or not?

I'm not sure,
Mr. Carson.

We could have used
one of the maids today.

Maids at a shooting lunch?

Hardly.

Anna's very grateful
you're coming with us.

Well, I have to go to London,
but I'll be back.

What are you going for?

Reggie Swire's funeral.

He wanted his ashes to be buried
in Lavinia's grave.

I'll bring them back.

What does Mr. Travis say?

I haven't asked him.

I thought I'd do it
myself one day.

Well, let me know when.

I'd like to be there,
if you don't mind.

No, I don't mind.

This is very nice of you,

to spare some time
for a poor old woman.

Won't they miss you at the tea?

I'll regain some novelty
value at dinner.

Very well.

Well, what shall we talk about?

Hatton?

Shall we discuss why
you never go there now?

Or Loch Earle?

Or what about Hepworth House
in Grosvenor Square?

I spent so many
happy evenings there,

with your father in hot pursuit.

I see it's time
for some honesty.

A change is as good as a rest.

I think you know
that Hatton's gone.

80 has Loch Earle.

And Hepworth House
has so many mortgages,

I could only sell it at a loss.

So my spies tell me.

So you want Rosamund,

or rather the fortune
of the late Mr. Painswick,

to come to the rescue?

My feelings for Lady Rosamund
are sincere.

I admire her immensely.

I do not doubt it.

My only fear is that
you admire her money more.

Lady Rosamund is too young
to be alone.

And you'll concede that
there are many varieties

of happy marriage.

Maybe.

But they are all
based on honesty.

I insist you tell the truth
about your circumstances

to Rosamund.

After that, it's up to her.

When the men go through,
can I steal you for a moment?

Why, particularly?

There's something
I should tell you.

Something nice, I hope.

Not very nice, no.

But you can make
the nastiness go away.

"Curiouser and curiouser,"
said Alice.

MARY: I'd like to get married
in the spring or the summer.

I'm only asking to set a date.

But what's the hurry?

Hurry?

Glaciers are fast compared
to you on this, Mary.

I warn you, even my
patience has its limits.

Mary...

Can I help?

After today, I won't insult you
by asking what you mean.

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

You don't have to marry anyone.

You'll always have a home here,
as long as I'm alive.

Didn't the war teach you
never to make promises?

And anyway, you're wrong.

I do have to marry him.

But why?

Not to prove you've broken
with me, surely?

We know where we stand.

We've no need for gestures.

If I told you the reason,
you would despise me,

and that I really couldn't bear.

CORA:
Mary?

Rosamund wants to play bridge
until the men come through.

Of course.

T...

O...

O...

F...

A...

T.

He says you're too fat.

MRS. PATMORE:
My Archie never said that.

You're pushing the thing.

Come away, Daisy.

We've got work to do.

I hope it's rewarding work,
Mrs. Patmore.

Something to challenge
our Daisy.

Leave it alone.

MRS. PATMORE:
What did she mean?

That Miss Shore?

Nothing.

Who was telephoning so late?

Murray.

He apologized.

He's going to come here
the day before the trial

to talk it all through with
Mrs. Hughes, O'Brien, and me.

Why have they been chosen
and not the others?

What do they know?

Search me.

I've told Carson.

Will Mr. Murray be staying?

No, he wants to get to York.

We'll meet him there
the following day.

Oh, my dear.

I hope you can be strong
if it goes against him.

It won't.

There was an awkward
moment tonight

between Mary and Carlisle
at the end of dinner.

Did you notice it?

I'm sure Mary has
him under control.

Does she?

I look at her and all I can see

is a tired woman
with a tiresome husband,

not a bride on
the brink of heaven.

I wish I could understand
why she goes on with it.

Do you think there's some
element I might have overlooked?

Yes.

Cora, if there is something and
you know what it is, tell me.

Please.

Perhaps it's time.

I was hoping you'd say
I was wrong.

You're not wrong.

But if I do tell you,
swear not to fly off the handle.

And try not to be too hurt.

Now you must tell me,

because nothing could be
worse than my imaginings.

Very well.

Do you recall a Turkish diplomat
who stayed here before the war?

I think I can be relied on
to remember any guest

who is found dead in his bed
next morning.

Well, that's the thing.

MURRAY:
I wanted to explain

how it will work.

You'll both have received
official notification

through the post.

But why have I been called?

What's it to me?
I know nothing.

Since you are summoned as
a witness for the prosecution,

the police would obviously
disagree.

But I'm there
for the prosecution too,

when I have no doubt
of Mr. Bates's innocence.

How can that be?

It'll be made clear on the day.

Where does Anna stand
in all this?

A wife cannot be compelled
to testify against her husband.

Well, that's a mercy, anyway.

O'BRIEN:
As far as I could make out,

he was talking to his lawyer.

He seemed to be blaming his wife
for canceling the divorce.

You heard this yourself?

I wasn't eavesdropping.

He was speaking loudly.

But I don't think
you can blame him.

Just answer the questions,
please, Miss O'Brien.

PROSECUTOR: When John
Bates returned from London,

on his final visit
to Mrs. Bates,

did you notice anything
about his appearance?

He had a scratch on his cheek,
but he might have got that...

PROSECUTOR: And I believe the
maid, Anna Smith,

asked him how
the meeting had gone.

Well, she and he were...

And how did he answer her?

He said it had been worse than
she could possibly imagine.

PROSECUTOR:
And what did he call her?

I shouldn't have been listening
in the first place.

I had no right to be there.

But you were listening,
Mrs. Hughes.

So please tell us what he called
her when he grew angry.

He said she was a... bitch.

PROSECUTOR: Did it sound as if
he threatened to strike her?

But what people say
in an argument...

Did he threaten to strike her?

I'm afraid he did, yes.

MURRAY: Every case
looks as black as night

by the time the prosecution
has finished.

We've heard nothing
in Bates' defense yet.

I can't believe Mrs. Hughes
would say those things.

Miss O'Brien maybe,
but not Mrs. Hughes.

It's difficult to lie on oath.

Few of us can manage it.

She looked as if
she were in hell.

ROBERT:
It does sound worse

than I expected.

It's a great pity
he didn't speak up

about buying the poison.

I told him to.

I begged him to.

He should have listened.

ROBERT:
Then it's down to me

to convince them that this crime

is simply not
in Bates's character.

So you have no doubt at all?

None whatsoever.

We served in the African war,
and I owe my life to John Bates,

who acted to protect me without
any care for his own safety.

Is this a man who could plot

to kill his wife?

Absolutely not.

PROSECUTOR:
Lord Grantham...

Did John Bates ever speak
to you about his wife?

Not that I recall.

Never?

He never once spoke
one word of this wife

who had prevented all
his dreams from coming true?

Well, you know,
one talks about this and that.

Did he give you the impression

he was losing patience
with Mrs. Bates?

Around the time she had
prevented the divorce?

Were you aware that he was angry

at what had happened?

I suppose so.

Did he ask permission
to travel to London

to see her that last time?

I believe he did.

And did you recommend restraint

in his dealings with his wife?

I don't think so.

You are absolutely sure?

Well... perhaps I may have done.

You did, Lord Grantham.

Mr. Bates has,
in his interviews,

stated that you
prescribed discretion.

His case is that
he followed your advice,

but I wonder why the defense
has chosen not to refer to the.

I can't tell you.

No...

And was there
one statement of his

that prompted you to advise him
to moderate his behavior?

I can't remember.

Not precisely.

Give us an approximate.

I must urge that the
witness gives an answer.

ROBERT:
I said...

I hoped his trip to London

was to do with some
property he owned

and not to do with
the former Mrs. Bates.

And how did he answer?

He said...

Lord Grantham.

He said,
"If only she was the former,

or better still, the late."

I don't know what to say, ma'am.

They twist your words...

ISOBEL: You had to
answer their questions.

I wish to God
I'd never listened.

Well...

I suppose Anna is very bitter.

I wonder if you
would tell her...

I know that you're both
praying for her.

As I am.

Mrs. Crawley,
the jury's returned.

Are you all agreed?

We are, my lord.

JUDGE:
The prisoner will stand.

Do you find the prisoner
to be guilty

or not guilty, as charged?

Guilty, my lord.

JUDGE: John Bates,
you have been found guilty

of the charge of willful murder.

You will be taken from here
to a place of execution

where you will be hanged by
the neck until you are dead.

And may God have mercy
upon your soul.

No, no, this is wrong!

This is... this is terribly,
terribly wrong!

Take him down.

Anna...

Anna!

ROSAMUND:
Did you know this Bates well?

No, not really.

Oh, I saw him once, when
I went to talk to Matthew

in his bedroom
just before dinner.

That sounds rather risqué.

Alas, I am beyond impropriety.

There'll be a stink
in the papers.

Well, to be honest,

I'm surprised there
hasn't been one already.

Perhaps Sir Richard
had a hand in it.

And while we're on the subject
of unsuitable spouses...

Lord Hepworth is
not unsuitable, Mama.

You are unjust.

He's hardly the consummation
devoutly to be wished.

Did he tell you what
I asked him to tell you?

I know he has no fortune,
if that's what you mean.

No fortune?

He's lucky not to be playing
the violin in Leicester Square.

He's fond of me, Mama.

I'm tired of being alone,
and I have money.

He's a fortune hunter, my dear.

A pleasant one, I admit,
but a fortune hunter.

Still, it's your decision.

So, have you made it?

Not quite.

I'm going to ask Robert to get
him back for the Servants' Ball.

But will that happen
after today?

Well, he can come and stay,

whether or not
we feel like dancing.

Thank you,
we don't need anything.

Do sit down, Anna.

You mustn't think
that this is the end.

For the judge to pronounce
the death sentence

is a matter of routine...

Routine?

He means the judge
had no choice.

If a man is found
guilty of murder,

he must be sentenced to death.

But there are many reasons

for it to be commuted.

Many reasons.

Is being innocent one of them?

MURRAY: We have to work
to change the sentence

to life imprisonment.

Life imprisonment?

Because it won't
demand a retrial

or an overthrow
of the Crown's case.

Once we have that,

we can begin to build
a challenge to the verdict.

Do you understand?

Yes, m'lady, I do.

ROBERT:
I still can't believe it.

Well, I'm afraid you must.

We'll need you to write a letter

to the Home Secretary,
Mr. Short.

I'll leave for London at once

and put it into his hand myself.

He's a Liberal, isn't he?

Pity.

He's a decent man.

The flaw in their case is
the question of premeditation.

Even if Mr. Bates had run
to the cellar for the poison

and pushed it into her food,

we can argue strongly
he didn't plan it.

He didn't plan it because
he didn't do it.

And we'll stress
the circumstantial nature

of the evidence.

There may still be elements
that come to light.

What chance do you think
we have?

It's not a good chance,
Mrs. Bates.

But there's still a chance.

When will they be back?

I'm not sure.

They took Anna to an inn

to help her catch her breath.

How will we ever face her?

With kindness, I hope.

When will he be hanged?

Her ladyship wondered

if you could give her
an account of the day.

Of course.

I'd like to say I may have been
called for the prosecution,

but I do not believe
in Mr. Bates's guilt.

What about you, Miss O'Brien?

You're very quiet.

I'm sorry to have been
part of it.

There'll have to be a new
valet now, won't there?

I don't often feel selfless.

But when I listen to you, I do.

His lordship will be so upset.

We're all upset
downstairs, m'lady.

Of course you are.

His lordship and Lady Mary
won't want to change,

so we won't either.

Please ask Mrs. Patmore

to serve dinner 20 minutes
after they arrive.

Very good, m'lady.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes,

this is a time of grief for us.

Of grief and heartbreak.

I suppose it's down to me again.

What is?

To produce dinner 20 minutes
after they arrive,

when we don't know if it's
in two or ten hours' time.

What's got into you
all of a sudden?

Nothing.

I mean, I know I'm
a dog's body, but...

How can you choose today of all
days to complain about your lot?

I expect Mr. Bates
would rather be wondering

how to keep a roast chicken warm

than sitting in a lonely cell,
facing his Maker.

You've been hiding from us.

I couldn't do any more chatter.

Are the Crawleys still here?

They went ages ago.

Mama and Edith have gone up.

I am so dreadfully,
dreadfully sorry about today.

I know you are.

How's Anna?

I sent her to bed.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

Do you stay with Carlisle

because he's threatened
to expose the story

of Mr. Pamuk dying
in your bed?

When did you find out?

Your mother told me

when I asked why you were
still with Carlisle

when you are so tired of him.

How very disappointed
you must be.

Your mama chose her moment well.

And you're not the first
Crawley to make a mistake.

To answer your question,
it is partly true,

though not entirely.

In Mama's phrase,
I am damaged goods now.

Richard is, after all, prepared
to marry me in spite of it,

to give me a position,
to give me a life.

And that's worth it?

Even though he already sets
your teeth on edge?

What about Matthew?

How does he view
the late Mr. Pamuk?

He doesn't know.

So that is not
what split you apart?

I thought it might have been.

Oh, no.

There are other
reasons for that...

to do with Lavinia.

I see.

And those reasons are final?

They are final for Matthew.

So, yes, they are.

Here's what I think.

Break with Carlisle.

He may publish, but we'll
be a house of scandal anyway

with Bates's story.

Go to America.

Stay with your grandmother
until the fuss dies down.

You may find the New World
is to your taste.

He'll keep my secret
if I marry him.

Once, I might have thought
that a good thing,

but I've been through a war
and a murder trial since then,

to say nothing of your sister's
choice of husband.

I don't want my daughter

to be married to a man
who threatens her with ruin.

I want a good man for you,
a brave man.

Find a cowboy in the Middle West

and bring him back
to shake us up a bit.

Oh, Papa!

Have you got a minute,
Mr. Carson?

Only a minute.

I have to go up and attend
to his lordship.

Well, that's the point.

This news is going
to change things, isn't it?

I have every hope
that Mr. Bates's sentence

will be commuted.

His lordship is doing
everything...

I know.

And I hope he's successful,
but even if he is,

Mr. Bates won't be coming home
this weekend, will he?

I'm afraid not.

So I...

I wondered if you'd given any
more thought to my application.

I'm sorry, but I have
spoken to his lordship

and he thinks you're more suited
to your present position.

He doesn't trust me, does he?

Because of the stealing.

I knew it.

What is it now?

Nothing.

Well, it's not nothing, is it?

I just feel taken for granted.

Sometimes I think you don't
notice that I'm human at all.

Oh, so it's my fault?

You talk to me like when I first
came, but I know things now.

Things I taught you.

Maybe, but I learned them.

And I work well,

but you wouldn't know it
the way I'm treated.

It may be wrong to complain
with Mr. Bates like he is,

but he reminds me that life's
short and I'm wasting mine.

Daisy, you're tired.

Why not get away for a day?

You told Mr. Mason
you'd go to the farm.

Go, then.

Breathe the air.

Have a rest.

I couldn't.

I don't think William
would like it.

You got my note.

I'm so glad you're here.

I feel, somehow,
we were, all of us,

part of each other's story
for a while.

Now that story is at an end.

In what way?

Well, Matthew doesn't want
to live here

and I'm moving away soon.

You mean to Haxby?

Wherever I go,

the time we shared is over.

And Lavinia was a part of that.

Let's take a moment
to remember her.

Our Father,
which art in Heaven...

What on earth's the matter?

She's still in love
with you, you know.

I don't think so.

Well, I'm sorry, but it's as
plain as the nose on your face.

I thought you didn't like her
for throwing me over.

That's a different conversation.

Mother, it has to be like this.

I'm afraid I can't explain why.

At least... I'm not going to.

Something to do with Lavinia?

Maybe.

Well, you see,
I think you're wrong.

Lavinia wouldn't
have wanted this.

She was a sweet girl,
a kind girl.

She wouldn't have wanted
you to be unhappy.

You don't understand.

I deserve to be unhappy.

So does Mary.

Nobody your age deserves that.

And if you are, and you can do
something about it and don't,

well, the war has
taught you nothing.

That's your opinion.

Yes, it is.

But you can't have been
false to him.

You were his wife
for only half an hour.

It's difficult
to explain, m'lady.

Well, try.

I led him on.

When he was wounded, I let
him think that I loved him.

Why?

I thought it would cheer him up,
give him something to live for.

And you did all this
when you didn't even like him?

No, I did like him.

Very, very much.

Everyone liked our William.

Oh, so you married him to keep
his spirits up at the end?

I suppose I did, yes.

Well, forgive me,
but that doesn't sound unloving.

To me that sounds as if
you loved him a great deal.

ROBERT: I'm sorry to
keep you waiting, Mama.

I've been outside.

I was looking for...

What was she doing?

Mending the fire and suffering.

She shouldn't be here
at this hour.

Why isn't Thomas on duty?

I don't need you to tell me

the world is falling
about our ears.

Is there any news on Bates?

Not yet.

Murray has a meeting with
the Home Secretary later today.

We should know something then.

I'm surprised there isn't
more in the papers.

An earl's valet to swing,
and so on,

but I've seen hardly anything,
and nothing about you.

I quite agree,
and I can't enlighten you.

Is that why you're here?

Well, not exactly.

I wanted to talk about
Rosamund and Hepworth.

Careful, she might come in.

Then I shall speak quickly.

I only want to know one thing.

Is a woman of Rosamund's age

entitled to marry
a fortune hunter?

Does she know all the facts?

Yes, yes, she does.

Then I would say yes.

But for God's sake,
let's tie up the money.

My thoughts exactly.

What is the matter, Robert?

Isis has gone missing.

I can't think
where she's got to.

There you go, Isis.

In you go, good girl, good girl.

Will you stay on at Downton?

Who says they'll let me?

They'll let you.

And you'll have some money.

Mr. Murray thinks
you can keep it, or most.

I want you to thank his lordship
for trying to help me.

Yes, but what he said...

He didn't want to say it.

And I won't blame him
for not lying.

Give him my best wishes
for the future.

And wish all of them well.

I don't want you to hold it
against Mrs. Hughes

or Miss O'Brien...

If you think
I'm going to ever...

Even Miss O'Brien.

We've not been friends,
but she doesn't want me here.

Please forgive them.

I'm not sorry, you know.

Not a bit.

I would marry you now
if I wasn't already your wife.

I would.

God knows I'm not sorry either.

Maybe I should be,

but no man can regret loving
as I have loved you.

No touching!

For God's sake, man.

You know where I am bound.

How dangerous can this be?

One kiss.

To take with me.

Still at it?

The secrets of the universe
are boundless.

MRS. PATMORE:
Are they indeed?

All right, shove over.

You've changed your tune.

Have I?

Perhaps I have.

Now, let's get going.

Who's out there?

Here we go.

W.

William?

Is it really you, William?

Yes.

Oh, my Lord!

Oh, my God!

William, is it you?

What do you want?

MRS. PATMORE:
Go...

to...

farm.

Make...

Dad...

happy.

"Go to the farm.

Make Dad happy."

You can't say fairer than that.

Is it usually so specific?

Not usually, no.

MRS. PATMORE: Well,
that was enough for me.

Whoa, this stuff
is thirsty work.

They're in the drawing room,
sir.

I'm really only here
to see Lady Mary, Carson.

Is there any chance
of hooking her out?

Leave it with me, sir.

Matthew?

You should have come earlier.

You could have had dinner.

Is something the matter?

My dog's gone missing.

I was going to go
and look for her.

We should organize
a search party.

Ask the menservants to join us.

Then we can apply
some real method.

Don't you agree, Carson?

ROBERT:
Isis!

Come here, girl! Isis!

MARY:
Poor Papa.

I wonder if she's been stolen.

EDITH:
What a horrid thought.

CARSON:
Thomas?

What's the matter with you?

Nothing.

ROBERT: I'm afraid we'll
have to call it a night.

But remember, there's
ten pounds for anyone

who finds her tomorrow.

For now,
thank you all very much.

Poor Papa.

It's terrible for you.

She may turn up.

She may be trapped somewhere.

We could still find her.

Get back to the house
as fast as you can

and ask Mrs. Patmore to heat up
some soup for the searchers.

Thomas?

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Why were you up at the house
this evening?

Did Papa summon you?

As a matter of fact,
I came to see you.

I wanted to find out
what you meant

when you said you had
to marry Carlisle

and that I'd despise you
if I knew the reason.

Yes, you would.

Whatever it is, it cannot be
enough for you to marry him.

That's what Papa said.

So you told him?

Yes.

And does he despise you?

He's very disappointed in me.

Even so... please tell me.

You'd think the Good Lord
would have spared him

the loss of his dog
at a time like this.

Ours not to reason why.

When will we hear
about Mr. Bates?

I don't know how they've kept it
out of the papers.

I suppose that'll change
if it goes ahead.

I can't bear to think of it.

How will Anna bear it?

As the widow of a murderer?

She'll have to get used to a
degree of notoriety, I'm afraid.

And so will we, as the house
that shelters her.

Then let me put you out of your
misery right away, Mr. Carson,

by handing in my notice.

You don't mean that.

Yes, I do.

If I stay here,
I keep the story alive.

If I go away, to Scotland,
say, or London,

it'll die soon enough.

I'll just be one more housemaid,
lost in the crowd.

She has a point.

Not one that I accept.

I mean it, Mrs. Hughes.

I do.

Say something.

If it's only goodbye.

Did you love him?

You mustn't try to...

Because if it was love, then...

How could it be love?

I didn't know him.
Then why would you...

It was lust, Matthew.

Or a need for excitement
or something in him that I...

Oh, God, what difference
does it make?

I'm Tess of the d'Urbervilles
to your-Angel Clare.

I have fallen.

I am impure.

Don't joke,
don't make it little.

Not when I'm trying
to understand.

Thank you for that.

But the fact remains that
I am made different by it.

Things have changed between us.

Even so, you must not marry him.

So I must brave the storm?

You're strong.

A storm-braver
if ever I saw one.

I wonder.

Sybil's the strong one.

She really doesn't care
what people think,

but I'm afraid I do.

Papa suggested I go to New York,

to stay with Grandmama
to ride it out.

You can find some
unsuspecting millionaire.

Preferably one who doesn't
read English papers.

Go or stay,

you must sack Carlisle.

It isn't worth buying off
a month of scandal

with a lifetime of misery.

When is he due back?

Tomorrow.

He and Aunt Rosamund's beau
are returning

for the Servants' Ball.

Will that still go ahead?

Not if Bates is...

Not if the worst happens.

Papa hasn't faced
that it probably will.

You were wrong about one thing.

Only one?

And what is that, pray?

I never would...

I never could despise you.

Why didn't you just go
and find the poor thing

there and then?

How?

His lordship was in the way

and Mr. Carson sent me back
with a message for Mrs. Patmore.

So you're going to leave the
wretched animal out all night?

What reason could I give

if I went back
and found her now?

Go first thing once you're free,

and just pray
nothing's happened.

For your own sake.

Do you think that was William?

Who else could it have been?

Who else would have known
you'd been asked to the farm?

That's true.

So, will you go?

I feel I should, don't you?

Oh, I think so.

If only to spare my fingers.

Isis!

Good dog!

Isis!

Good girl!

Oh, for God's sake!

Will you just bloody come,
you stupid dog!

You shouldn't have gone
to all this trouble.

Not for me.

No?

Not when you're
the nearest thing

to a child of mine
left on earth?

But I don't deserve it.

Not when I were only married
to William for a few hours.

You were there.

You saw it.

You may not know this, Daisy,

but William had three
brothers and a sister.

What?

All dead.

At birth or not long after.

I think that's one reason
why William married you.

So that I wouldn't be alone
with all me bairns gone.

Without you,
I'd have no one to pray for.

I think William knew that.

Oh.

So, will you be my daughter?

Let me take you into my heart,
make you special?

You'll have parents
of your own, of course.

I haven't got any parents,
not like that.

I've never been
special to anyone.

Except William.

That's right.

I were only ever
special to William.

I never thought of it
like that before.

Well, now you're special to me.

Isis?

Where have you bloody been, hey?

What in God's name
happened to you?

I've been looking for the dog.

A village child
found her yesterday.

Somehow, the silly animal
got herself shut

into one of the
keepers' shelters.

They took her back and claimed
their reward this morning.

That's good.

Did you really get yourself into
this mess looking for my dog?

I know how fond of her you are.

I'm impressed, Thomas.

It's good to know there's
some decency in the world

at a time like this, thank you.

That's all right, m'lord.

The main thing is
she's home and healthy.

Go on, girl.

DAISY:
I could walk to the station.

I walked here after all.

MASON: I want to
talk while we go.

If you're my daughter, you must
allow me to give you advice.

I suppose.

Well, then,
if you're not content

with the way you're treated,
don't sulk and answer back.

Tell them.

They wouldn't listen.

You don't know.

You haven't given them
the chance.

Go to Mrs. Patmore
and explain to her

why you think you're worth
more than you're getting.

Make your case
and put it to her.

But Miss Shore says...

Daisy, do me a favor and stop
listening to that Miss Shore.

Are you here?

Nobody told me.

Only just;
the train was late.

I'll have to scramble
to get changed.

I'm afraid it may be
a rather gloomy visit.

No news yet for the poor
valet, I'm afraid,

so the Servants' Ball
has been canceled.

Never mind.

I am very flattered to be
asked back on any terms.

I hope I can read
something into it.

Only my desire
not to lose my maid.

Shore wouldn't stop nagging me
until you were invited.

You owe her a tip.

But I mustn't delay you.

What will you do in America?

What I do here.

Pay calls and go to dinners.

My grandmother has houses
in New York and Newport.

It'll be dull,
but not uncomfortable.

M'lady, I've been thinking.

If things go badly for us...

I thought I might come with you.

You mean you won't
leave after all?

I have to leave Downton,
but I don't have to leave you.

But of course
you can come with me.

You don't need to ask.

But let's not give up hope yet.

No, m'lady.

Let's not do that.

M'lord?

I was only going to say that
if I do need a new valet,

I think I'd like
to give Thomas a trial.

Really, m'lord?

I think I've misjudged him.

There's more true
kindness in him

than I'd given him credit for.

Is there?

I think so.

At any rate,
let's give him a chance.

Everyone deserves a chance.

Even Thomas.

80, Sir Richard's back?

I haven't seen him yet.

He and Lord Hepworth only just
arrived in time to change.

Are you ready?

I think so.

I know what I have
to say to him.

It's time.

I wish you'd take my advice
and fight for her.

But I know you won't.

I don't expect you
to understand.

Well, that's good,
because I can't.

And please don't invoke the name
of that sweet, dead girl again.

I've always wanted
to see America.

So at least I've got a plan.

I suppose so.

I still can't be glad
you'll be leaving here.

But it's good news that you
won't be casting off entirely.

It's only if...

I know.

Just so's you know, you're
highly valued by all of us.

Both of you.

Very highly valued.

By God, Mary.

What more could I have done?

Nothing.

But you must see
we're not well suited.

We'd never be happy.

You won't be happy
by the time I'm finished,

I promise you that.

Of course I'm grateful...

So you should be!

I buy your filthy scandal,
I keep it safe from prying eyes!

And why did the papers
leave you alone over Bates?

Why has there been nothing

linking to the great
Earl of Grantham?

I suppose you stopped it.

With threats, bribes, calling
in favors... yes, I stopped it.

Papa will be so thankful.

You don't think it holds now,
do you?

You don't think I'll save you
or him for one more day?

And you wonder why we wouldn't
make each other happy?

MATTHEW: Mary,
are you quite all right?

Oh, here he is.

The man who can smile
and smile and be a villain.

Is she not to be trusted,

even to get rid of me,
without your help?

I heard shouting.

Lavinia knew it, you know.

She knew you never loved her.

Don't you dare.

She said it once.

It was late and she was tired.

You two were locked together
in the corner of the room

and she said, "If he could
just admit the truth,

then all four of us
might have a chance."

You liar.

I'm not a liar.

No, I am many things,
but not that.

She regretted it, of course,
but she said it.

You bastard!

Stop this at once!

I presume you will be leaving
in the morning, Sir Richard.

What time should I
order your car?

How smooth you are.

What a model of manners
and elegance.

I wonder if you will be
quite so serene

when the papers are full of
your eldest daughter's exploits.

I shall do my best.

Oh, what on earth's the matter?

CARLISLE: I'm leaving in the
morning, Lady Grantham.

I doubt we'll meet again.

Do you promise?

Sorry about the vase.

Oh, don't be, don't be.

It was a wedding present
from a frightful aunt.

I have hated it
for half a century.

Wait.

After last night's exhibition,

I rather hoped to escape
unobserved.

I didn't want you to go
without saying goodbye.

Well, then, goodbye.

I suppose you feel I've used
you, and I'm sorry if I have.

I'm sorry about Haxby,
about all of it.

I assume this is a plea to stay
my hand from punishment.

But I warn you I'd feel
no guilt in exposing you.

My job is to sell newspapers.

Papa has suggested I go
to New York to wait it out,

so I'll be all right.

I just didn't want our final
words to be angry ones.

I loved you, you know.

More than you knew

and much, much more
than you loved me.

Then I hope
the next woman you love

deserves you more than I did.

And don't worry about Haxby.

I'll sell it at a profit.

I usually do.

He's still on at me.

To press his case
with the mistress.

He's very tenacious, I must say.

You know men.

And I know women, too.

M'lord?

What in heaven's name...?

A telegram, m'lord.

Open it.

Thank God, he's been reprieved!

It's life imprisonment,
but he's been reprieved.

Go and fetch Anna.

ROBERT:
The Home Secretary finds

that many details
call into question

the case for premeditation.

The point is, he will not hang.

But it's still
life imprisonment.

Don't dwell on that.

Not now.

It's life, not death.

That's all we need
to think about.

We've a task
ahead of us, it's true.

Bates will live
and he is innocent.

In time we'll prove it
and he will be free.

I must go
and see him... today.

They'll let me, won't they?

I can't believe they won't.

I'll get Pratt
to run you into York.

So, that is the news.

It only remains for me to add

that we will be holding
the Servants' Ball tonight

after all.

Tonight?

Are you serious?

Mrs. Hughes thinks
we can manage it.

I never thought they'd hang
an innocent man.

He wouldn't have been the first.

Well, it's a relief.

It is.

I don't mind saying it.

But he has to stay in prison?

Only until they prove
he didn't do it.

If you don't mind, we can
worry about that later.

Right now, we have
a great deal of work to do.

His lordship means
to work with Mr. Murray.

Will you stay at Downton now?

Of course.

I'm sorry to let Lady Mary down,
but I think I should.

There may be some way I can help
them to overturn the conviction.

I don't know what I can do,
but there may be something.

I don't deserve you.

Because we will overturn it.

I won't rest
until we have you out.

But it may take years.

That's if you ever manage it.

So there's one thing I must ask.

I can't have you gray-faced
and in perpetual mourning.

Promise me you'll
make friends...

have fun, live life.

I'll try.

I promise.

Can I give you some whisky

to fortify you
for the coming ordeal?

That's very kind.

Is there anyone I should
dance with, particularly?

Well, Cora opens it
with Carson...

Not Cousin Violet?

Not since my father died.

No, Mama ought to dance
with my valet,

but we let it lapse
while Bates was here.

Perhaps Thomas will revive
the privilege.

He's certainly got the nerve.

Then I join in
with Mrs. Hughes,

so perhaps it would be nice
if you were to partner O'Brien.

Crikey.

By the way, Mary told me
about Mr. Swire.

At least I was with him,
we'd made our peace.

I didn't deserve it.

I let Lavinia down.

You were ready
to marry her, Matthew.

You would have kept your word.

You can't be blamed for feelings
beyond your control.

If Swire had any
inkling of that,

he would have respected
you for it.

Glug those drinks down,
both of you.

We have to go in.

I gather Anna
isn't going to America.

No.

But of course I'm glad for her.

Uh-oh.

Here he comes

to claim his prize.

Your ladyship, may I have
the honor of this dance?

Yes, it is a waltz.

I'm far too old
for that awful fox trot.

What about the
black bottom, m'lady?

Just... just keep me upright
and we'll try to avoid it.

MRS. PATMORE: Daisy, I'm having
trouble understanding what you mean.

So, are you saying
you want to leave?

No, I don't want to
leave unless I have to.

But I want to move on.

I think I'm more
than a kitchen maid now.

I want to be a proper
assistant cook.

I know I can be.

Well, I've no objection
if the budget stretches to it.

I'll have to ask Mrs. Hughes
and her ladyship.

I'll work for it, I promise.

Why couldn't you have
spoken of this sensibly

the other night instead
of going off into a pet?

Because I took the wrong advice.

I hope this isn't
a practical joke.

It is a joke in a way,
I'm afraid.

My dear, this isn't
what it seems.

Is there room for
misinterpretation?

But I can promise...

Clearly, I have been managed

and steered by an expert hand,

which I now see
has not been yours.

But Rosamund...

Let her go, it's over.

Don't make yourself ridiculous.

Good advice.

Why not marry her?

She'll more than cover
any social flaws

with her resourcefulness.

Isn't that what I'm always
saying, you silly old what-not?

MARY: There are no
more trains tonight,

so you'll have to leave
first thing.

Oh, don't worry, we will.

Please forgive me, but...

Damn!

Why?

It's a lucky escape,
if you ask me.

That's true, of course.

I just can't stand it
when Mama is proved right.

Your lordship,
may I have a word?

Of course.

How was Bates?

Relieved, shocked,
tired, grateful.

I'm sure.

M'lord, I wonder if I might
withdraw my resignation?

I was hoping you'd say that.

What about it?

Why not?

How are your plans
for America going?

I'll book my crossing as soon
as I hear back from Grandmama.

Will you be gone long?

I don't know.

I'll have to see.

Do you think we can go to bed?

I expect so.

I think we've done our duty.

Mama's gone home
and so has Isobel.

And the girls?

I think Edith's upstairs

and the last time I looked,
Mary was dancing with Matthew.

Don't let's interfere with that.

I've written to Sybil.

I sent her your love.

I won't be kept away from
my first grandchild, Robert.

I don't know what you mean.

I didn't quarrel with her.

I gave my permission.

I didn't fight it.

But you wouldn't go
to the wedding.

No.

It isn't what I wanted for her.

None of it is.

But this is what's happened,
and we must accept it.

I want to go over there
and I want Sybil to come here.

And the chauffeur?

Him, too.

It's been a happy day, Robert.

Let's end on a happy note.

Tired already?

A bit.

I was thinking about William.

He always loved the ball.

Miss O'Brien, her ladyship's
ready for bed.

I'm ever so glad Mr. Bates
is going to be all right.

Well, he's alive.

I think we're quite
a way from "all right."

Go on.

Are you pushing it?

No, are you?

That doesn't make sense.

Yes, it does.

May they be happy.

With my love.

What does that mean?

I don't know.

I suppose a spirit wants
some couple to be happy.

You were moving it.

No, I wasn't.

You were.

MATTHEW:
That was fun.

There'll be a few thick heads
in the morning.

No doubt they think
it's worth it.

So, you're really going
to America?

Would Carlisle make your life
a nightmare if you stay?

I couldn't tell you.

Maybe.

Even if he does let me go,

my story's still out there
and always will be.

Would you stay?

If I asked you to?

Oh, Matthew,
you don't mean that.

You know yourself
we carry more luggage

than the porters
at King's Cross.

And what about
the late Mr. Pamuk?

Won't he resurrect himself
every time we argued?

No.

You mean you've forgiven me?

No, I haven't forgiven you.

Well, then.

I haven't forgiven
you because...

I don't believe you
need my forgiveness.

You've lived your life
and I've lived mine.

And now it's time
we live them together.

We've been on the edge
of this so many times, Matthew.

Please don't take me there
again unless you're sure.

I am sure.

And your vows
to the memory of Lavinia?

I was wrong.

I don't think she
wants us to be sad.

She was someone who never
caused a moment's sorrow

in her whole life.

I agree.

Then will you?

You must say it properly.

I won't answer unless you
kneel down and everything.

Lady Mary Crawley,

will you do me the honor
of becoming my wife?

Yes!