All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S04E01.eng

I'll have to go.

Yes, of course you must go...

Oh, but who'll give the letter
to her ladyship?

Oh, I can do that.

And I'll take her breakfast
and dress her today.

But I haven't got time
to make it a regular thing.

No, I can do it
until she finds someone else.

Lady Mary won't mind.

What's the matter with you?

Miss O'Brien's upped and left!

Never.

Jimmy! Jimmy!

Miss O'Brien's gone!

What? Gone where?

Well, how should I know?

Madge!

O'Brien's gone.

Have you heard?

Heard what?

Miss O'Brien... she's gone.

What d'you mean, gone?

She's left.

Left?

She's packed up.

I can't believe it.

I can.

Sneaking off like a thief
in the night.

That's O'Brien to a T.

I just can't believe Susan
has done this to me.

MRS. HUGHES: Miss O'Brien did
say that she got on very well

with Lady Flintshire
when she was up in Scotland.

So I gather.

"Lady Flintshire
has booked my ticket for India

and it seems too good
a chance to miss."

Was there really no warning?

Now I think of it,
she'd a telegram yesterday.

That must have been it.

So what happens now?

I'll dress you today, m'lady.

And Anna will take over tomorrow
until you find a replacement.

And she really gave no clue?

She didn't say anything
to me, Mr. Carson.

Honest, not a word.

As long as she didn't.

I know you all think

she must have said something,
but she didn't.

I believe you.
Thousands wouldn't.

She may be my aunt,
but she's a dark horse.

No one will
contradict you there.

Susan Flintshire
has stolen Mama's maid

whilst her daughter's a guest
in this house?

I'm sure she wouldn't
put it like that.

I don't care how she puts it.

It's absolutely disgraceful.

It's all right.

Madge told me.

It is not all right.

Did you have any idea?

No, not really.

I knew that Mummy
thought O'Brien

was very good at doing hair,

and they talked about her
wanting to travel...

What? When?

When you were all at Duneagle.

And you didn't think
to inform us?

EDITH:
I'm in London tomorrow.

I can put an advertisement
in The Lady.

Good.

Well, won't it take forever?

Waiting for the magazine
to come out?

It can't be helped.

We're meeting Trent
at 11:00.

BRANSON:
I'll see you there.

I want to walk
the plantations first.

I was wondering if Mary
might like to come.

Don't bother Mary.

She's got enough on her plate.

Did you really
not know anything?

I never thought
she'd go through with it.

ANNA: I thought you might like
to take this down with you

in case you want a walk.

It's quite chilly.

Where's the black one?

I'm taking Master George out
for some air, m'lady,

and I wondered if you'd like
to come with us.

I don't think so.

But thank you.

Poor little orphan.

Thank you, Nanny.

He's not an orphan.

He's got his mother.

Orphans haven't.

He isn't poor either,
come to that.

And you don't mind my seeing
to her ladyship?

Why would I mind?

I'm not planning a trip
round the world.

Mr. Molesley.

Have you seen Mr. Travis?

I need to speak to him
about the Bring and Buy Sale.

I'm afraid not, your ladyship.

Never mind.

This were a sad business.

Very, very sad.

I can't believe it's time
for the stone already.

Six months.

They always leave six months
for the grave to settle.

Tell me, has your son
found another job yet?

No, m'lady.

They've let him stay on

and he always tries
to make himself useful,

but it can't go on forever.

And anyway, he's lost his wage.

But he's a properly
trained valet.

He could even be a butler.

I hope so, m'lady.

But it's a changing world.

You don't have to tell me.

Hello!

It'll soon be time for you

to get out and walk, young lady.

Please don't touch the children.

Not without my permission.

What?

They're in my charge,
and I cannot be too careful.

I would remind you that
I knew this young girl's mother,

which you never did.

That doesn't make you
her friend.

As a matter of fact, it does.

Well, I can't stay here
to bandy words.

Will you ask Mrs. Patmore

to send up the children's
luncheon in half an hour?

Ask her yourself, why don't you?

Was her ladyship
very disappointed?

She was,

and it'll take quite awhile
to find a replacement.

I can't believe Miss O'Brien
would be so thoughtless.

Can't you?

I can.

JIMMY:
She wants an adventure.

What's wrong with that?

I don't blame her.

Not for wanting to go,

but why run off
and leave us in the lurch?

You're only talking like that
so we'll think you didn't know.

That's not kind.

What's the good of a month
of sour looks?

Good luck to her, say I.

How was Lady Mary this morning?

The same.

But I suppose she must
come out of it eventually.

For Master George's sake,
if for no other reason.

I hope so.

Right now, she prefers
to leave it all to Nanny West.

I couldn't be a nanny.

Why not?

Don't you like children?

No, I do.

But being a nanny.

You're not one of the family,

but you're not one of us either.

What are you talking about?

Being a nanny.

Daisy was saying she thinks
it must be a lonely life.

I don't know about that.

But if you ask me,

that Nanny West
thinks too much of herself.

ALFRED:
Why? What's she done?

She always seems nice to me.

She only tried
to give me orders.

You mean she mistook you
for a servant?

But he is a servant.

BATES:
Don't tell him that.

He'll never get over the shock.

BRANSON:
Thank you, Mr. Marsh.

ROBERT:
He was bound to be disappointed.

You're really sure you want
to abandon the whole plan?

We don't have a choice.

We have to find the death duties
on half the estate,

and they'll be merciless.

I know.

But I wish we could wait
for Mary to come back into play.

She isn't a player.

She has a life interest

in one third of Matthew's
share of Downton

and a third of his
other possessions,

but everything else
belongs to little George.

And that's all the law
gives her?

He should have made a will.

But Mary's George's guardian.

Surely that gives her
some sort of say?

It's a moot point.

Since I own the other half
of everything,

isn't it more appropriate for me
to manage the boy's fortunes?

Besides, she's in such
a fragile state,

the last thing I want is for her
to start worrying about money.

Of course.

But you don't think...

You've seen her.

She hardly has the energy
to lift a fork to her mouth.

She loved him very much.

And the price of great love
is great misery

when one of you dies.

I know that.

Of course you do.

I'm so sorry.

We better get back
or we'll be late for lunch.

I've placed advertisements,
Mr. Carson.

You know I have.

But the answers
weren't suitable?

I didn't get any answers.

Well, at least I did,

but when I wrote back,
I heard nothing more.

Well, I don't know
what to suggest.

Because I can't stay here?

Mr. Molesley, I should hate us
to appear inhospitable.

But I can't stay here.

Is it fair on his lordship?

It has been six months.

I suppose I could go to my dad's

until I get something sorted.

What a good idea.

Servants' lunch is on the table.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, cheer up, Mr. Molesley.

It may never happen.

It already has.

By the way, I'm going
into Thirsk after lunch.

Do you want to come?

I'm walking down to the village
to see how Isobel's getting on.

Remind her
it's an open invitation.

If she wants to see her grandson
or feels like some company,

she just has to turn up.

EDITH:
I'll tell her.

I might come with you.

I don't think so.

I don't think she's up
to seeing many people.

I only meant into the village.

Edith, are you really going up
to London tomorrow?

Because I have a couple
of errands if you are.

I'm seeing Michael Gregson.

He must have missed you
while you've been here.

He's giving a party

to introduce me
to his literary friends.

CORA:
How exciting.

Isn't it, Robert?

I was wondering if I might
put a card in your window.

A card, m'lady?

For a job,
asking for applicants.

And what sort of job
might this be?

Why?

Does it make a difference?

No, I suppose not.

Thank you.

How much will that be?

Sixpence should cover it.

EDITH: You ought to
see more of George.

Poor George.

What a burden he is born into.

A baby rich as Croesus
and a mother almost passed over.

That's the law.

It seems so strange.

Matthew was always
so meticulous.

He thought that death
was many years away.

And so it should have been.

If there's anything
I can do to help,

please let me do it.

I'm grateful.

But you see,
when your only child dies...

then you're not
a mother anymore.

You're not anything, really.

And that's what I'm trying
to get used to.

You're a grandmother.

And I know you're going
to be a wonderful one.

Afternoon post.

Ah, thank you.

Oh, not this again.

Not what?

Oh, nothing!

Let me know when
the upholsterer arrives.

I want to be there when you
explain the job in hand.

Very well,
but I can easily manage.

He needs to grasp the quality
of the tapestry on the chairs

before he starts
slamming nails into them.

And I couldn't make him
see that?

Just closing, love.

I only wanted to know who was
looking for a lady's maid.

There's not too many in Downton
who need a lady's maid.

You mean the Abbey?

Didn't you used to work there?

I did.

But I've been studying
since then.

Studying for what?

To become a lady's maid.

Madge says that Lady Edith
saw Mrs. Crawley this afternoon.

How is she?

In a very dark place,
I'm afraid.

And no wonder.

For a widowed mother
to lose an only son...

There's no more fit person
to comfort her than you.

I wonder.

If Lady Sybil had been an only
child, I believe I'd have died.

No, m'lady.

You would have lived on
for the baby.

And so must she.

Thank you so much, Mrs. Hughes,
and good night to you.

Good night, m'lady.

More.

Are you all right?

I feel we must settle
the question

of who is to manage
the baby's property.

I don't want to hurry Mary
before she's ready.

What question?

She's George's mother
and his guardian.

Of course she is,

but when it comes
to decisions about the estate,

shouldn't it be me?

Why?

Because together,

my grandson and I own
five-sixths of Downton.

And Mary's share
is only for her life.

She couldn't do much with it
even if she wanted to.

The point being

that with the death duties
we're facing,

there are some
big decisions ahead.

And you want to push Mary out.

I'm not pushing her out.

She was never in.

Matthew was co-owner
and now his son is.

I worked with Matthew.

I must work for his boy.

Letter for you.

Thanks.

MRS. HUGHES: A lot of
letters for a Tuesday.

How do people have time to write

when the week is just beginning?

It's Saint Valentine's Day.

Oh, imagine your remembering
that and my forgetting it.

Who would have thought
such a thing?

I am not a complete stranger
to romance, Mrs. Hughes,

if that's what you're implying.

Maybe I am now,
but I wasn't always.

CARSON: Hold on... I thought
these were all bills.

Daisy!

This one's for you.

THOMAS:
Daisy, who's that from?

Don't tease her,
Mr. Barrow.

Who sent you a card?

I don't know.

It's not signed.

Nor is mine.

We both must have
secret admirers.

Which is no more
than we deserve.

That's enough of that,
Mr. Bates.

We've work to do.

What's that?

Nothing.

Of course.

It's Valentine's Day.

When are you leaving for London?

I'm catching the 10:00.

I ought to pack.

Have a happy time.

He's just down there.

Mr. Grigg?

Do I know you?

You wrote to Charlie Carson
at Downton Abbey.

I work with him.

Did he send you?

Not exactly.

In a way.

What did he say about me?

What does he plan to do?

Mr. Carson is very busy.

He wanted me to find out
how you are.

Then I think he'll come up
with a plan.

I knew it.

He said some harsh things
when we last met,

but we go back a long way,
Charlie and me.

And whatever's happened,

to theater folk like us,
that means something.

Yes, I'm sure it does.

This is very lovely.

Shouldn't you be at the office?

Aunt Rosamund's sending her car.

I've missed you.

I haven't stopped thinking
about you for one moment.

Well, I'm here now.

And I couldn't be more thrilled

because I've got some news.

Well, not news.

More an idea.

Go on.

Well, I've done some research
and I've discovered

that not every country
is the same as England.

You amaze me.

No, no, I mean there are places

where lunacy
is grounds for divorce:

like Portugal and Greece

and even Germany.

But wouldn't you have
to live there?

No, no, I'm just finding out
what's involved.

But if I did live in Germany,
would you come with me?

Oh.

Hello, Burns.

This is Burns,
Aunt Rosamund's chauffeur.

Good afternoon, m'lady.

Can I give you a lift?

No, I'll take a taxi.

It's the opposite direction.

I'll see you tonight.

NANNY WEST:
Oh!

Am I too early?

No, I'm afraid tea was
a little late.

Oh, dear.

Can you manage?

Should I give you a hand?

I can manage,
thank you, Miss West.

BRANSON:
Come to me, darling.

Hello!

Now here's the little prince,
m'lady.

See how happy he is
to see his beautiful Mama,

God bless him.

Thank you, Nanny.

You say you have no purpose,
but what about little George?

Surely you're interested in him?

Of course, but I'm not going
to drive Mary mad

by interfering.

It's the job of grandmothers
to interfere.

Oh, that's Molesley.

He asked to see me

and I told him
when he could come.

Oh.

Well, may I stay?

Or is it a secret assignation?

Oh!

I'm very sorry to interrupt,
your ladyship.

What is it, Molesley?

I came to ask if you'd consider
giving me my old job back.

I apologize for forcing myself
on a private conversation.

I will go.

No, please, m'lady.

There's no mystery.

I've lost my job because...

well, for obvious reasons,
and I thought I'd ask here.

The trouble is I have
no need for a butler.

These days,

I'm just an old widow
who eats off a tray.

I see.

Just because you're
an old widow,

I see no necessity
to eat off a tray.

You and I are different.

Yes, that is very true.

I'm wasting your time.

Should we hear of an opening,
where would we find you?

I'm moving to my father's house
today, m'lady.

Have you had any more time
to think about what I said?

You mean our living in sin?

We'd only "live in sin,"
as you call it,

until the divorce.

Don't you want to be with me?

You know I do.

More than anything.

Um, is there any more gin, sir?

We're running rather low.

Yes, I'll...
I'll have a look.

Oh, my Lord.

This is an honor, your ladyship.

I have a message for your son.

Lady Shackleton is
joining me for luncheon.

I want him to come and help.

But what about Mr. Spratt?

Well, Spratt will be there,
of course,

but Molesley can still take
an active part.

Lady Shackleton tells me
her butler is retiring.

Won't she have made arrangements
to find another one?

But that is the point.

She hasn't yet decided
whether to replace him or not.

So if Molesley
can demonstrate his skills...

Mr. Spratt won't mind?

It is not his business to mind.

No, well...

Very good, m'lady.

Thank you very much!

You took a letter
out of my wastepaper basket

when I had clearly crumpled it
and thrown it away?

I could see it had upset you.

I wanted to know why.

I'm sure.

But it didn't occur to you

that it might not be
your concern why I was upset?

Well, anyway, I did it

and I read it
and I went to see him!

Don't you want to know
how he is?

If I wanted to know how he is,

I would have answered
his letter.

Mr. Carson,
he's in the workhouse!

And in case you're wondering,

it's as bad as if

we were reading about it
in a novel by Dickens.

Haven't they closed
the workhouses?

No, they haven't.

Not all of them.

Well, at least he's in the dry.

If you can call it dry
when there's mold

in the very air
that you breathe.

This is a man you sang
and danced with.

Do you feel nothing?

I don't feel
I could be helpful, no.

And I would thank you
not to remind me

of a time in my life
I prefer to forget.

MRS. PATMORE:
But why would we need it?

It's a mixer.

It beats eggs and whips cream
and all sorts.

You and Ivy do that.

And we'd be glad not to,
thank you very much.

Did Lady Edith say
why she got it?

Oh, her ladyship asked her to.

DAISY: She wants to save
us a bit of elbow grease.

You don't understand.

Before too long, her ladyship
could run the kitchen

with a woman from the village.

What with these toasters
and mixers and such like,

we'd be out of a job.

I want to try it.

Then on your own head be it!

Did you like your card, Ivy?

What's it to you?

That'd be telling.

ALFRED:
Don't listen.

He's just teasing.

Come on.

Clear out, you two.

There's work to be done.

Do you think that means
that Jimmy sent it?

Maybe he thinks it fun to tease.

But don't you see?

If Jimmy sent mine,
then who sent yours?

Thomas?

Mr. Barrow to you.

Can you tell Mrs. Patmore

I won't want the scrambled egg
for Miss Sybbie's tea.

If you go through here
and down the stairs,

you can tell her yourself.

Do it, please.

I can't stop.

The children are on their own.

Why did I struggle across London

if Rose was going
to sort it out?

You had other things to do.

It doesn't explain why Rose

put a card
in the Post Office window.

I just thought
how much quicker it would be

if we could find someone local.

I do feel responsible.

Have you had any answers yet?

We've had three,
and one's promising

so we'll see her
in Ripon on Friday.

Why isn't she coming here?

She's looking after her aunt;
she can't get away.

BRANSON: It's time for
you to come back to us.

What would you suggest?

Take an interest in something.

Doesn't matter what.

Poetry or carpentry,

history or hats.

I'm interested in George.

Are you?

I will be.

What have you been doing today?

Well, it's this whole business
with the repair shop.

Tom, don't bore her
with all that nonsense.

It's my fault... I asked.

Even so.

You concentrate
on feeling better.

You mustn't worry
about anything else.

Did you send 3 Valentine's card?

Suppose I did.

Was it to Ivy?

That's my business.

THOMAS: You didn't
really send Ivy a card.

Is it likely?

I sent one to Lady Anstruther.

I used to work for her

and I heard she's coming back
from France.

She might be useful.

Wasn't that a bit forward?

Oh, I don't think she'll mind.

To be honest, Mrs. Hughes,

I don't see that it's
any of my business.

That's something I never thought
I'd hear you say, ma'am.

A wretched man
is in the workhouse

and he reaches out to us
for rescue.

Well, he reached out to Carson.

I don't see what
you want me to do.

Mrs. Crawley, I wondered
if I could bring him here.

Here?

If you and I were to vouch
for him to the authorities,

I'm sure we could get him away
from that place.

But why here?

Why not the Abbey?

Isn't he Carson's
responsibility?

I'm sorry to say it,

but Mr. Carson has turned
his back on his old pal.

I see.

So you want to risk
Carson's wrath

by rescuing this Mr. Grigg?

He's a pitiful being,
but he's not beyond work.

He's not beyond a decent life,
if he could find it.

You see, in my present state,

I don't think
I'm strong enough to...

But you are, ma'am.

If you could just
set aside your grief

and use that strength
for another's good.

Mr. Branson.

Mr. Carson.

I know you won't
think it correct,

but I need to ask your help
in a difficult situation.

My help, sir?

Lord Grantham
is against me in this

and with Matthew gone,
I've no one else to turn to.

Mary...

That is, Lady Mary

is not improving.

She's suffered
a terrible tragedy.

Of course.

But it's six months now,

and she's no better than she was
a week after he died.

The only way is for her
to find an interest

outside of herself,

and I know that should be
in the running of the estate.

What does his lordship think?

Lord Grantham thinks his duty
is to protect Mary and her son

by managing everything himself.

And he won't listen to you
on the subject?

He sees her as a little woman

who shouldn't be troubled
by anything so harsh as reality.

And even were I
to agree with you,

how could I help?

Give her advice.

She'd take it from you.

What makes you say that?

Because she knows you only want
the best for her.

I'm going down to the pub
tonight.

When?
After our supper.

I'm bored.

I want to stretch my legs.

You can't go to the pub
without permission.

It's not your day off.

I can go for a walk, can't I?

I could never do that.

DAISY:
Don't be so soft.

IVY:
I couldn't.

I'd keep thinking I were going
to be electrocuted.

You should have more faith.

I should have more courage.

How about some Dutch courage,
Ivy?

Why not come with me tonight?

What?

Me 90 to a pub?

Without leave?

You must be mad.

What's the matter?

Don't you ever want to take
a chance in life?

But when would we be back?

You're not thinking of going?

I don't know.

I never do anything
I'm not supposed to.

What are you not supposed to do?

Nothing.

What's going on there?

I'm making the mousse
for tonight.

Oh, my God.

Well, we'd better have
some soup put by.

I'd rather not rely
on that contraption.

Can I help you?

I doubt you would if you could.

I'm sorry?

Why didn't you give
my instructions to Mrs. Patmore

about the eggs?

Because I didn't feel like it.

Besides, why can't Miss Sybbie
have an egg to her tea?

I don't have to explain
my decisions to you.

You're a member of staff

and the orders I give
are to be obeyed.

And aren't you
a member of staff?

Not in that way.

Now, I believe
I'm needed upstairs.

CARSON:
May I come in?

Carson?

Of course.

I'll leave you now, m'lady.

What can I do for you?

Well, I'm not sure how to start,
but before I do,

you must know that
I would only be as bold as this

if I felt it was
for your benefit.

Now you're frightening me.

Your ladyship.

Do you have a moment?

What is it, Barrow?

There's something's
worrying me, m'lady, and I...

Well, I can't
hold it in anymore.

Why? What's happened?

It's Nanny West.

I'm afraid it seems she's
been leaving the children

to their own devices.

What?

You mean she's neglecting them?

I wouldn't have spoken up
if it weren't for a little girl

and a baby boy
being put at risk.

Carson, this is my fault.

M'lady?

I'm afraid
I may have encouraged you

to feel you have the right
to address me in this way.

His lordship has made a decision

and I find it hard
that his butler

should criticize him for it.

Uh, no, I never meant...

You do not seem to understand

the effect Mr. Crawley's death
has had on me.

As for managing the estate,

I wouldn't know where to start.

But Mr. Branson believes you
could be very helpful, m'lady,

and as the agent,
he should know.

He's just nervous
that his lordship

will retreat to his old ways

and abandon all
Mr. Matthew's reforms.

And will he?

If he did, wouldn't you approve?

And anyway,
whether you approve or not,

I'm sorry you feel entitled
to overstep the mark.

M'lady?

We're old friends,
and as I said,

I'm sure this lapse
is as much my fault as yours.

But I suggest
we don't mention it again.

Now, if you'll excuse me,
it's time to go down.

You're letting yourself
be defeated, my lady.

I'm sorry if it's a "lapse"
to say so,

but someone has to.

How is the luncheon for the
tenant farmers coming along?

Well, I think.
Tom?

They've all accepted except
for Barnes at Wheelers Wood.

He's sworn
to his sister's wedding.

ROBERT:
I think we can forgive him.

CORA: Do you know, I have a
terrible feeling I've double booked.

It's this Saturday, isn't it?

Don't worry,
we're not having the wives.

Edith can preside.

I can't, I'm afraid.

I'm going up to London.

Mary, then.

Me?

Well, if George is owner

of half the estate now,

shouldn't you represent him?

Well, I...

I don't want to bother Mary.

They'd like to see you.

I'm sure they would, but...

VIOLET: After all,
you'll have to run it

if anything happens to Robert,

until George is of age,
or longer.

Oh, for heaven's sake!

Why does everyone
keep nagging and nagging?

My husband is dead!

Can't you understand
what that means?

After all he suffered
in the war,

he's killed in a stupid
car crash!

Matthew is dead
50 years before his time!

Isn't that enough for me
to deal with?

Just leave me alone!

Exactly what I was afraid of.

She is living a nightmare,
and we must all step back

and allow her to come through it
in her own time.

Aren't I right, Mama?

VIOLET:
No.

We can't discuss it now.

This mousse
is delicious, Carson.

Is it the work
of Mrs. Patmore?

I suppose she hasn't
bought it in.

I don't think so,
your ladyship, no.

Then you must be sure
to send her our compliments.

What's the matter, lad?

Are you not feeling well?

No, it's not that.

Oh, I don't know, Dad,
it's just...

It's just lately,

I can't seem to see
where I'm going.

I'm...

You've had a shock,
and no wonder.

You should have been working
for Mr. Matthew

until you were old,

maybe been butler at the Abbey
before you were done.

Now all that's gone,
and your wages with it.

He were a nice chap, Dad.

You know, whatever
the difference between us,

he were always polite,
always kind.

Well, I'm glad to hear it.

But it's raised my standards,
do you see?

I mean, who is this old bat

her ladyship wants me
to meet on Friday?

Now, listen.

In your game,
if you want the best,

you've got to be the best
and work at it.

Get yourself back into service
in a good post

and you'll soon find your way
to where you'd like to be.

Oh...

I'm leaving.

I didn't want to run off
without saying goodnight.

I suppose you think I behaved
very badly down there.

My dear, I'm not really
very interested

in whether you behaved badly
or well.

No?

No.

I am not your governess.

I'm your grandmother.

And the difference is?

The difference is...

I love you.

Of course you do.

I'm sorry.

Mary, you've gone through
a hideous time,

but now you must
remember your son.

He needs you very much.

I know.

The truth is,

I don't think I'm going to be
a very good mother.

Why not?

Because somehow
with Matthew's death,

all the softness
that he found in me

seems to have dried up

and drained away.

Maybe it was only ever there
in his imagination.

My dear, there's more than
one type of good mother.

The fact is,

you have a straightforward
choice before you.

You must choose

either death or life.

And you think
I should choose life?

Charlie Grigg is going to stay
with Mrs. Crawley?

The authorities have released
him into her charge.

I'm collecting him on Friday.

But why has she agreed to this?

Because she is a kind woman
and he is a man in need.

I cannot believe that you are
imposing on Mrs. Crawley

at a time like this,

when she is almost broken
by grief.

It's because of her grief
I am imposing.

I don't understand you.

No.

You wouldn't.

You must forgive Mary.

I do forgive her.

She is broken and bruised
and it is our job to wrap her up

and keep her safe
from the world.

No, Robert.

It is our job to bring
her back to the world.

Well, I'm afraid
that is not how I see it.

Really?

Then I can only say

that while I will overlook
Mary's poor judgment,

I find it hard
to overlook yours.

Good night.

Oh, Edith, Edith,
come to luncheon on Friday.

I...
I mean it.

I need your help
to make things a success.

Why? What are we doing?

We are selling Molesley
to Lady Shackleton.

You mean as a servant?

No.

As a Chinese laundryman.

JIMMY:
Thank God you're alone.

You've got to help me.

What's the matter with you two?

I don't know,

but I'd better go with him
if I want to find out.

Oh, my Lord, what have you done?

She got a bit tiddly
down the pub.

She's not tiddly, she's drunk.

He kept buying them.

What were you trying to do?

Nothing!

She's just not used to it.

Come on.

What on earth?

Ivy's not very well.

Well, that's the understatement
of the year.

Bring her inside.

Has Mrs. Patmore gone to bed?

She must have, thank goodness.

What were you trying to do?

I wasn't trying to do anything.

As long as you weren't.

Here.

How are you feeling?

A bit better, thank you.

You could have done
some real damage.

ANNA:
You come along with me now.

What about Mr. Bates?

Won't he be missing you?

Mr. Bates
must wait his turn.

JIMMY:
Meant no harm, Ivy, honest.

You won't say anything
about this, will you?

'Course not.

Come on.

It wasn't deliberate, you know.

I know you only pretend
to like her to tease me.

Why don't you tell her
you didn't send that card?

Oh, good morning,
Mrs. Crawley.

I didn't know you were here.

Alfred let me in.

I wanted to see Master George,

but I'm afraid Nanny West
didn't think it a good time.

Oh, Mrs. Crawley,

I understand you are offering
shelter to Mr. Grigg.

Yes, he's arriving
this afternoon.

Only I should hate to feel
that you were doing this

out of consideration for me.

Mr. Grigg is perfectly capable
of managing his own affairs.

Not very successfully
if he ends up in the workhouse.

I just don't want you to waste
your energy and kindness

on an unworthy recipient.

Not at such a time.

I understand.

But you see, Carson,
I'd almost forgotten

I had either energy
or kindness in me.

So that's something, isn't it?

Why is she seeing her in Ripon?

I don't know.

And her ladyship won't wait

for the advertisement
to come out?

She will if this one's no good,

but she wants to get on with it.

How are you, Ivy?

Not wonderful.

I suppose we were
all young once.

Yes, but you stayed young.

That's the difference.

Forgive me, Miss Braithwaite,

but I have the strangest feeling
I've seen you before.

Well, yes.

I was just coming to that.

You see,
I worked at Downton Abbey,

but only for a short time.

Why was that?

I was a housemaid then, m'lady,

and I was starting to feel
it was time to move on.

I see.

So I took a course
in hairdressing,

and I could always sew.

And you got a job
as a lady's maid.

I did, m'lady,

but it only lasted
for a few months

because the old lady
I was working for died.

I am sorry.

I know I don't sound
very experienced, m'lady,

but I'm a very hard worker

and I've practiced
what I've learned.

Well, I shall obviously
have to talk to Mrs. Hughes

if you've worked for us before.

She gave me a wonderful
reference when I left.

That does seem very encouraging.

Please say yes, Cousin Cora.

You definitely
want the position?

Oh, I do, m'lady.

I enjoyed Downton ever so much.

It was just that the work
wasn't sufficiently demanding.

When would you be able to start?

Whenever you want me,
your ladyship.

And you can make arrangements
for your aunt?

My aunt?

I thought that was why
you couldn't come to Downton

for the interview.

I'm sorry, of course it was.

I'm quite dizzy
that I've got the job.

Um, yes, I can make
arrangements for my aunt.

Don't worry about that.

It's settled, then.

I'm perfectly capable of serving
luncheon to three ladies.

So why are you here?

I've an idea that she wants to
introduce me to Lady Shackleton.

Are you sure
this isn't your idea?

I wonder if you haven't
pushed her ladyship into it

so you could just show off
in front of her.

Certainly not!

I think it's my job
you're after.

Nothing to do
with Lady Shackleton.

No!

So you say.

Well, I'm going
to announce luncheon.

But I'm warning you.

That's all.

LADY SHACKLETON: My son
tells me that this decision

to remove the farm subsidies

has dealt a terrible blow
to landed estates

up and down the country.

That awful Mr. Lloyd George.

I agree.

You know, I sometimes wonder
if he isn't really German,

just pretending to be Welsh.

It's nice to see
you here, Molesley.

Molesley's always been
a great supporter of the family.

That's good to hear.

Oh, yes.

Granny and I are always saying

there's no one more reliable
than Molesley.

No one.

Careful, Mr. Molesley!

Oh, are you
quite well, Molesley?

Yes, your ladyship.

What are you doing
in London, Edith dear?

There's no need
to shout like that.

I wasn't doing anything wrong.

It looked to me
as if you were about to drop it.

Well, I wasn't.

Very well.

Here, take this.

Molesley?

I'm sorry, m'lady.

I didn't realize
the plate was so hot.

LADY SHACKLETON:
Poor man.

He seems quite new
to this kind of work.

Does he?

Oh, but that is...

No, that is Molesley's strength.

You see, he is always ready
for a challenge.

Well, I think it was
very kind of you

to allow him to have a go at it.

Yeah, well,
we try to do our best.

I do find it
very hard these days

to see how many men
are forced to take employment

for which they are
quite unsuited.

I hope you'll soon get back

to whatever it is
that you are trained for.

Come in, Mr. Grigg.

Mrs. Hughes has told me
all about you.

Thank you, Mrs. Crawley.

I was wondering
if Charlie might be here.

Charlie Carson.

No.

Mr. Carson's very busy.

But I'll tell him that
you've arrived safely.

But he does know
I'm coming here?

We talked of it yesterday.

Now, I've run a bath
and dug out some clean clothes

from the missionary barrel.

They should fit you,

at least until we can find
something better.

MAID:
This way, Mr. Grigg.

GRIGG:
You're very kind.

Nonsense,
it's the least I can do.

While I'm sorting him out,

I wondered if you'd look in
at the kitchen

and tell Mrs. Field
that he's arrived

and to put his luncheon
on a tray.

I think he should
stay in bed today

and then we can see
where we are.

He's right.

You're very kind.

No, no.

We must all do what we can.

Hello.

You look very glamorous.

I thought I'd make
a bit of an effort.

I'm glad you did.

I've ordered some wine for us.

Heavens, how spoiling.

I love the Criterion.

It feels so wild
to be out with a man,

drinking and dining
in a smart London restaurant.

Can you imagine being allowed
to do anything of the sort

five years ago, never mind ten?

The war changed everything.

Mama used to say we could
never eat anywhere public,

except a hotel
we were staying in.

She might cheat
and take us to the Ritz,

but that was about it.

I do love you so.

Do you?

Mmm.

I'm glad.

Is that what we're celebrating?

That and my progress.

I've found out I can
divorce Lizzie in Germany

if I become a German citizen.

You're willing to become
a German citizen?

For me?

You'd do that?

I'd become an Eskimo
if it meant I could marry you.

But Germany?

After four years of fighting,

you'd join the most hated race
in Europe for me?

Can I kiss you?

What, here?

In front of all these people?

I don't care.

Kiss me.

Now.

Edna Braithwaite is coming back?

I would have talked it over
with you first,

but when I saw that wonderful
reference you wrote her...

Yes, but that was because...

I wrote her a good reference

because I thought she was
a good worker,

but I don't see her
as a lady's maid.

Couldn't you wait
for the replies

to the advertisement, m'lady,
before coming to a decision?

I'm surprised at you,
Mrs. Hughes.

Do you really want to prevent

my giving a hard-working
young woman a helping hand?

You know, it was Jimmy
sent that card to Ivy.

You don't know that.

I think I do.

But if it were him,

then Alfie must have sent mine.

MRS. PATMORE:
Alfred.

Come with me.

Why?

Never you mind.

Just come along.

ANNA:
Mr. Molesley?

Can I get you anything?

A cup of tea?

No, no, I don't want
to be a bother.

How was the famous luncheon?

Lady Edith told me all about it.

Was that before or after?

Before.

Right.

Well, let's just leave it
at that, shall we?

Mrs. Hughes was
looking for me.

I saw her go into
her sitting room.

Shall I fetch her?

No need.

ALFRED: I'm sorry not to
have mentioned it before.

I sent the card to Ivy.

But Jimmy said...

He didn't send one.

Or if he did,

it wasn't to anyone at Downton.

Good night,
Mrs. Patmore.

If it weren't him,
then who did send my card?

I won't sleep now.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I sent it.

You?

Yes.

I thought Alfred
would buy one for Ivy,

and I didn't want you to have
nothing to open if he did.

I'm sorry if I did wrong.

No, don't be sorry.

I may not have a follower,
but at least I've got a friend.

Good night, Mrs. Patmore.

I didn't know what else to say.

I had written her
a good reference.

Only because I asked you to.

And was I to tell her that,
Mr. Branson,

and why you asked me?

It's up to me to tell her.

I'm the one who got us
into this fix.

No.

Her ladyship has lost
a daughter and a son-in-law.

I cannot now let her think

that Lady Sybil's husband
was unworthy.

It's too much.

Then what are we to do?

We can't have her here.

We must.

We'll let her come back

and we'll make sure
that she behaves herself.

And if she doesn't?

We must keep a firm eye on her,
and I hope we may rely on you

to see that Edna
doesn't step out of line.

Of course.

After all, she does appear
to have acquired

some proper training.

I don't think that's a lie.

Maybe she's moved
into the real world.

Well, it all sounds
like a ticking bomb to me.

There, there, my precious boy.

And don't let that chauffeur's
daughter disturb you anymore.

Go back to sleep,
you wicked little cross-breed.

Your ladyship!

I didn't see you there.

Obviously not.

I was just, uh...

I was just having a game
with Miss Sybbie.

I want you to pack tonight

and leave first thing
in the morning.

But your ladyship...

Please put Master George
back into his crib.

You are not to touch
the children again.

Oh, I thought it was
Nanny West ringing.

No, Mrs. Hughes.

Nanny West is leaving
in the morning.

Can you find her a bed
for the night

and ask one of the maids
to sleep with the children?

But your ladyship,
I was only joking...

Please, Miss West,
I prefer not to discuss it,

except to say that your values

have no place
in a civilized home!

Now, Mrs. Hughes...

I'll wait here
while Nanny West packs.

You will fetch a maid
and prepare a room.

You understand,

Miss West is not to be
left alone with the children.

Not for one minute.

I wonder how Edith's getting on.

She has quite a London life
these days.

She's seeing that publisher.

Is it serious?

Well, he's not bad looking
and he's still alive,

which puts him two points ahead
of most men of our generation.

Which doesn't alter the fact

that she could do
a great deal better.

Do you know anything about him?

Not really.

He talked to Matthew 3 bit
when we were at Duneagle.

Go to bed.

You look done in.

Do you want me at the tenants'
luncheon tomorrow?

No, there's no reason
for you to be.

I know you're trying
to shield me...

Let me manage things
in my own way, please.

It'll be for the best.

I have ideas, you know.

Matthew and I used to talk...

My dear, I know
I'm right in this.

Now, go to bed.

M'lady?

I'm sorry to bother you so late,

but I think you know
why I've come.

To apologize.

You have nothing
to apologize for.

I pushed into your room
and I spoke impertinently.

I suppose you know
my grandmother agrees with you.

That doesn't surprise me.

So does this mean
you've decided to return

to the land of the living?

Because if so, I'm glad.

It means that I know
that I've spent too long

in the land of the dead.

We were very fond
of Mr. Crawley,

you know, my lady.

All of us.

I...

You cry, m'lady.

You have a good cry.

That's what's needed now.

And when you're ready,

you can get to work.

Because you are strong enough.

You're strong enough
for the task.

But am I, Carson?

That's the point.

Papa doesn't seem to think so.

Don't you owe it
to Mr. Crawley?

To protect his work?

To fight for the changes
he made?

To steer Downton
in the right direction?

I know I can always count on you
for a draft of self-confidence

whenever I start to doubt.

And you will always
find one here.

Good night, Carson.

Good night, m'lady.

MRS. PATMORE:
Oh, my gosh!

What in God's name?

I must have put those
ruddy prongs in wrong.

You did something wrong.

What a day this has
turned out to be.

Why?

Nanny West has been sacked.

So that's fun for tomorrow.

Well, I'll get the sack
if anyone sees this.

Let Daisy and Ivy clean it up
in the morning.

But Daisy mustn't find out
I don't know how to work it.

Why ever not?

Because it makes her
part of the future

and leaves me stuck in the past.

Don't you see?

Oh, fetch me an apron.

We'll do it together.

Would you really?

Why not?

Who needs sleep?

Thank you.

I was never sure I liked her.

Nanny West?

It's not for me
to have an opinion.

But I will say this...

ROBERT: Where did you
get to last night?

I was fast asleep
before you came in

and you were still sleeping
when I left.

I'm afraid it was very late.

But I'm glad you're here now
because I want you to know

that we owe a great debt
to Barrow here.

It turns out Miss West
is quite unsuited

to the role of nanny...
she is leaving today.

What? Not another one.

CORA: Trust me... we'll
talk about it later.

I must run or I'll be late.

Barrow, I meant what I said.

Thank you.

I'm glad, your ladyship.

I just had a hunch that she
wasn't quite all Sir Garnet.

There's no problem with that
as long as you test them first.

I'm so sorry
to miss your arrival.

That's all right, m'lady.

We've not begun to eat.

Come and sit here.

I'll manage very well
at the end.

Carson can find me a chair.

BRANSON:
No.

Sit here.

I'll go to the end.

This is your place.

Are you sure
you have time for this?

Quite sure.

I've been looking forward to it.

Now, Mr. Taylor.

What's all this I hear
about your giving up sheep?

Well, m'lady, it's not quite
as simple as that.

If truth be told,

I'd rather be farming
livestock...

And why is that?