All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S04E02.eng

MRS. HUGHES:
Oh, heavens.

This is nice.

It's from Gwen.

She's married.

Who's Gwen?

She used to work
as a housemaid here.

She left to be a secretary.

That's her ladyship for you,
Miss Braithwaite.

She says they kept it very quiet
because his mother's ill,

but she hopes she can introduce
us to him in due course.

Well, I think it's lovely.

We should send her a card.

I'll get one
and we can all sign it.

Sorry, I nearly forgot this.

No harm done.

How are you finding it?

Have that lot got used
to your promotion yet?

Some of them.

But not all, eh?

I'll be fine.

I don't need to have
everyone love me.

Nor me.

Which is just as well.

Miss Braithwaite?

I hope you don't mind,
but can I give you some advice?

Go on.

Mr. Barrow
never bothered with you

when you were a housemaid,

but he will now.

I should be friendly

but keep him at arm's length
if I were you.

I'd better get on.

What do you think's in it?

I cannot say, James.

It's addressed to Lady Mary,

so perhaps you could
question her later.

Mr. Carson.

You see the box
has been delivered

from the late
Mr. Crawley's office?

Yes.

Well, ought we to give it
straight to Lady Mary?

Shouldn't someone else
see it first

in case there's something in it
to make her cry?

You may be right.

I'll take it to his lordship
and he can decide.

JIMMY:
I say!

Phyllis Dare's coming
to the Theatre Royal in York.

"Miss Dare will appear
in The Lady of the Rose,

which was a hit musical
of the London Season."

Who's Phyllis Dare?

Only one of the Dare sisters.

Zena and Phyllis Dare
up here in York!

What happened to the other one?

She married the son
of Lord Esher, then retired.

Oh, all right for some.

Have you truly
never heard of them?

Why would I?

I don't go to the theater.

You must have been sometimes.

No, I've never been.

She's got better things
to spend her money on.

I don't understand you.

Of course you must
give it to her.

But what if it has
no legal status?

I don't want to build
her hopes up

only to have them dashed.

Robert, Matthew intended Mary
to be his sole heiress.

That will mean
a great deal to her

whether or not it's legal.

Can't you see that?

But is it right
to exclude George?

Well, right or not,
it is what he wanted.

Besides, it's not up to you.

I'll send it to Murray.

Well, Mary must read it
before you send it anywhere.

Or are you trying to hide
from the truth?

What truth?

That you would prefer to be
in sole charge of the estate

and not share the crown
with Mary.

Don't be silly.

This won't make any difference
to all that.

She won't want to get involved.

When you talk like that,
I'm tempted to ring for Nanny

and have you put to bed
with no supper.

CLARKSON:
Good-bye, Mr. Grigg.

GRIGG:
Thank you, doctor.

All he needs to put him right
is some paid work.

It's hard for a healthy young
man to find a job these days,

never mind
poor old Mr. Grigg.

I know.

Thank you.

But Mrs. Crawley
has things in hand.

My guess is you knew
what you were doing,

bringing him here.

ISOBEL:
Mrs. Hughes?

Won't you come up?

Oh, don't get up for me.

What news of Charlie?

Mr. Carson is still very busy,

but he sends his best wishes.

Does he?

How did he phrase that, exactly?

Well, he said to tell you...

He didn't say nothing, did he?

You have to understand,

he doesn't remember
the days you spent together

with any great nostalgia.

He thinks it were all my fault.

But it weren't.

Meaning what?

Never mind.

But it weren't my fault.

They're all coming tonight

so we have to stretch a dinner
by two places.

Why, suddenly?

I don't know, do I?

Go on about Jimmy.

I just want Ivy to know
he's not interested in her.

He pretends he is
because he knows it annoys me.

How can you be so sure?

Well, he hasn't been bothered
about her before now, has he?

Sometimes people come around.

You hope.

MRS. PATMORE: I thought
the fish seller might be

in the village,
but he's not coming.

I'll have to go to Tuttles
in York.

I can do it.

What?

Go to York.

You can tell Mr. Carson
I'm there on your business.

We don't know he can spare you.

He will if you ask him.

Hello, Mr. Molesley.

How are things?

Well, as you can see,
not very good.

I don't agree.

It's skilled work.

No, it isn't,
not what I'm doing.

I'm sure if you just wait,
something better will turn up.

I have waited
and nothing's turned up.

I haven't earned a penny
since Mr. Crawley died

and now I owe money
all over the village.

Yes, but surely with your...

Don't you understand?

I'm at my wits' end!

I apologize.

I should not have said that.

It was vulgar
and self-important.

Please forgive me.

How much do you owe?

What difference does it make?

15, 20 pounds.

More than I've
any likelihood of.

Mr. Molesley...

Would it be useful

if Mr. Bates and I
lent you some money?

When would I pay it back?

Give it, then.

We'll give you some,
if you like.

Not much, but some.

I couldn't accept that.

But I thank you.

I do.

Most sincerely.

FOREMAN:
Get back to work!

Anna said you wanted to see me
before I go down.

Yes, that is...

Thank you, Bates.

That will be all.

You know I've invited Granny
and Isobel to dinner?

I didn't, but...

Well, the thing is...

There is a letter for you.

From Matthew.

What?

Where was it?

Hidden in a book in the office,
and so it was overlooked.

They finally got round
to packing up his things

and brought them here
this morning.

Who opened it?

It wasn't sealed.

But you've read it before me?

Yes.

In fact, I would have sent it
to Murray

to have it looked into,

but your grandmother insisted
you should see it first.

Granny's read it, too?

And what do you mean,
"To have it looked into?"

Read it.

Then you'll understand.

I felt so sorry for him.

To be in debt like that
is the worst thing.

Molesley's not having much luck.

But if he won't
accept help, then...

I don't know.

I'm really upset by it.

Well, we can't have that.

I don't understand.

Did Matthew leave
instructions after all?

He left a letter.

He wrote it
before we went to Scotland.

Well, where has it been?

ROBERT:
Concealed in a book.

They only dropped it off today.

Papa, you read it.

"My darling Mary, we are off
to Duneagle in the morning

"and I have suddenly realized
that I've never made a will

"or anything like one,

"which seems pretty feeble
for a lawyer,

and you being pregnant makes it
even more irresponsible."

Hmm, I'm afraid
I have to agree with that.

"I'll do it properly
when I get back

"and tear this up
before you ever see it.

"But I'll feel easier that
I've recorded, on paper,

that I wish you to be
my sole heiress."

What?

"I cannot know if our baby
is a boy or a girl,

"but I do know it will be a baby

"if anything happens to me
before I've drawn up a will,

"and so you must take charge.

"And now I shall sign this

"and get off home
for dinner with you.

"What a lovely, lovely thought.

Matthew."

Now you see why
I didn't want to read it.

But surely it must be legal.

Or do there have to be
witnesses?

But it was witnessed.

By two of his clients,

which is why no one
in the office knew it existed.

Then it's settled.

Nothing is settled.

This is why I wanted Murray
to check it first.

Whatever Matthew's intentions,

it is not a will.

I've explained to Mr. Carson
about the fish

and he says you can go.

Thanks.

A pound to a penny,

he's got some trick
up his sleeve.

You're so suspicious.

There are two reasons
why he's being so nice to Ivy.

The first is to make me angry,

and I dread to think
about the second.

And I have my reason
for getting that

to the dining room
before midnight.

I don't exactly know why,
but I feel very happy

that Matthew's been allowed
a last word.

ISOBEL:
I agree.

More than I can say.

I knew he'd have
a sensible plan.

I'm not sure how sensible it is.

If the letter is valid,

the estate will have to pay
death duties twice

before it reaches little George.

But in the meantime,

it will have all the benefit
of Mary's interest.

I hope you intend
to get stuck in.

I want the right to an opinion.

I shall be content with that.

You already have a right
to an opinion.

Do I?

Good.

Most certainly you do.

In fact, there's a question
of using empty farmyards

as new sources of revenue.

I'd like to know
what you feel about that.

Well, I'd have
to think about it...

Crop rotation?

Livestock versus cereals?

Or indeed, the whole matter
of the tax.

There are lots of things
I would like your opinion on.

I assume you're trying to make
some sort of point.

CORA:
He's trying to show

that a woman's place
is in the home.

But she knows a lot
about Matthew's plans.

That has value for me.

Mrs. Crawley,
what do you think?

I'm afraid I'm on Mary's side,
Robert, if sides there must be.

There are no sides.

Not at all.

I'm pleased if you're pleased.

I'm just saying
you have some work to do.

That is, if the letter
turns out to be valid.

Which you very much hope
it is not.

What's the matter with you?

I'm a stupid fool, that's what.

Oh, lordy.

How did you manage that?

Daydreaming.

I don't know what I was about.

She'll be livid.

Not if you do as I tell you.

Come on.

By the way, did you get
that card for Gwen?

Yes, why?

I thought it'd be nice

for people in the
village to sign it:

The Bakewells, Mr. Molesley,
that sort of thing.

I'll collect them.

You surprise me.

Why?

I never think of you as social.

Why should I be social
when I have you?

You wrote to the Opera House
in Belfast?

That was enterprising.

I wrote to a great
many theaters,

but the manager at the
Opera House wrote back.

It seems they're in need
of a stage door keeper.

They'd chosen one,
but he dropped out.

He asks Mr. Grigg
to consider it.

I heard about
Mr. Matthew's letter.

I hope it wasn't too upsetting.

As a matter of fact,
it was a relief.

I felt so happy
that he'd finally been heard.

But judging by tonight's dinner,

it may prove a heavy mantle
for Lady Mary.

I shall keep it
on my dressing table

to remind me that Matthew
is on my side.

They're all on your side.

Papa gave me such a whacking
at dinner.

Your father loves you very much.

He's also very glad to have
Downton back under his control.

He always speaks highly
of Mr. Matthew

and the changes he made.

I'm sure he is very genuine.

But he thinks
he can manage alone now.

And the question is, can he?

You wanted to borrow
a belt, m'lady?

Lady Mary wondered
if any of these might suit.

Thank you.

Actually, I'm glad
that you're here

as there's something
I want to ask.

Look what I found
in the village today.

Don't you think it would be
the most terrific fun?

Have you asked her ladyship?

She'd never let me go, at least
not without a chaperone,

but Lady Edith will be in London
and Lady Mary's not in the mood.

But is this quite suitable?

It looks more like something for
servants and farm workers to me.

So?

They'll dance the One-Step,
won't they?

I've practiced and practiced
and I'm dying to try it.

Won't you accompany me?

Then if we're found out,

I can say that you came with me,
so nothing was amiss.

Of course I can't, m'lady.

Not without asking Lady Mary.

But that would spoil everything.

She'd be bound to tell
Lady Grantham.

Please?

I know you love dancing,

and Mr. Bates may have
many qualities,

but he's not a dancer.

No, m'lady, he isn't a dancer.

But I'm afraid
it's quite impossible.

CORA:
But how did it happen?

I don't like to say, m'lady.

I am truly vexed.

It was a favorite.

I know, m'lady,
and I'm very sorry.

But you won't tell me
how you did it?

I can't.

Very well, Braithwaite.

I suppose you'd better
look me out another.

What are you doing?

I'm just sorting
some old papers.

I haven't looked
at these in years.

Why are you looking now?

No particular reason.

Ah, I knew I hadn't
thrown it away.

Who was she?

Just a friend at one time.

What was she called?

Alice.

Alice Neal.

And you were fond of her?

I was.

But people drift in and out
of your life, don't they?

Truth to tell,
I felt she'd treated me badly.

What does it matter, anyway?

We shout and scream
and wail and cry,

but in the end we must all die.

Well, that's cheered me up.

Thank you.

Now I'll get on with my work.

SPRATT:
Your ladyship, Mr. Bates.

Bates?

I am very sorry to interrupt you
when you're busy, m'lady.

It concerns Mr. Molesley,
the younger.

You make him sound like
a Greek philosopher.

He has fallen on hard times

and I know that you have
helped him in the past.

Are you asking me
to give him some money?

I am asking for money, yes.

Although he's too proud
to accept it as a gift.

Oh, how refreshing.

Although I think
we can find a way.

Morning, Barrow.

Good morning, m'lady.

Is his lordship in the library?

He is, but...

What is it?

Miss Braithwaite
is very unhappy.

With good reason.

Yes, but you see,

she couldn't explain
how it happened because...

Well, she didn't want
to point the finger.

Point the finger at whom?

Well, that's just it, m'lady.

I dare not, either.

I'm in enough trouble
with Mr. Bates as it is.

You're not saying
Bates is to blame?

Not Mr. Bates himself, no.

Anna, then?

But why would she do
such a thing?

As to that, m'lady, who knows?

Perhaps it was an accident.

Though they do say
there's no one so jealous

as a lady's maid.

ROBERT:
Cora, is that you?

Could I ask you something?

Where's my scent?

Here you are, m'lady.

Oh!

How stupid of me.

That was my clumsiness.

No, it was me.

Damn.

Now the room's going to smell

like a tart's boudoir.

I'll clean it up.

Is it all gone?

I'm afraid so.

It means a trip to Mr. Roberts.

There's no one nearer
who sells it here.

It's only York.

I could go if you like.

In fact...

What?

Lady Rose asked me
if I'd chaperone her

to a Thé Dansant in York today.

She didn't want
to ask her ladyship

but she thought she'd get away
with it if I went with her.

And what did you say?

That I couldn't go
without your permission.

Well, it is rather slow here
for a girl her age.

Go.

But make sure you keep her
out of trouble.

Go on.

I know Gwen would appreciate it.

I don't see why.

I didn't know her that well.

But you can sign it, surely.

And why don't you
come over tonight?

We haven't seen you in a while.

You're being very friendly.

Aren't I usually friendly?

No.

You're not discourteous,
Mr. Bates, I'll give you that.

But you're not friendly.

Except to Anna, of course.

Well, I shall try to do better
in future.

See you tonight.

Mr. Branson,
your ladyship.

Sorry if I'm late.

I had to call on old Fairclough
at Roundhills.

You're not at all late.

Now, I asked Branson
to come here

because I have an idea.

Granny, you must call him Tom.

I thought I could call him
Branson again,

now that he's the agent.

Well, you can't.

I don't mind.

No, I see I'm beaten.

But oh, how I sympathize
with King Canute.

Now, what is this idea?

Well, Mary, either you
or your baby son

own half of Downton.

I want you to have a say

in the running of it.

It is just what you need.

But didn't last night's dinner
disabuse you of that scheme?

Well, that's the point.

I want, uh...

Tom.

...Tom to be your instructor.

What?

Well, take Mary,
you know, on your rounds.

Let her learn
the farmers' difficulties.

Hmm?

Explain the crops

and the live... the livestock.

You know, let her see
the problems facing the estate.

MARY:
And are we to do all this

without telling Papa?

Isn't that rather underhand?

There can be too much truth
in any relationship.

Mrs. Crawley?

We weren't expecting you.

Her ladyship is lunching
with Lady Ingram,

his lordship is walking,

Lady Mary's at the Dower House
and Lady Edith is in London.

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

To talk about Charles Grigg.

You know he's got a job
at the Opera House in Belfast?

He's so anxious to talk
to you before he goes.

Then he is in
for a disappointment.

He says he is resolved to put
his dishonesty behind him.

Is he now?

I know it's more than that.

He told me he caused you
great unhappiness,

but he said
it was not his fault.

He was always a liar.

I see.

It seems a pity

not to take the chance
to end a quarrel.

Isn't it better than
to let things fester?

I don't mean to speak
out of turn, Mrs. Crawley,

but you will, I think,
accept that any difference

between Mr. Grigg and me
is my concern.

Of course it is.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Carson.

Good day.

Shall I make us some coffee?

You are so domesticated.

No, not really.

Monk just lays it all out.

I only have
to pour in the water.

I mean it.

Compared to Papa,
you're a famous chef.

Really!

He can't boil a kettle.

If the servants left,
he'd be found in a passage

dead, arms stretched out,
looking for the kitchen.

Well, I hope you
can boil a kettle.

Life with me won't be
quite what you're used to.

How are things going?

Uh, well.

At least my lawyer thinks so.

Are you sure about this?

The royal family convulses the
nation by ceasing to be German,

and you want to take it up.

Does it matter that people
will hate you for it?

Will you hate me?

I will love you more than ever.

That's all right, then.

I'm pretty tough.

I may not be used
to the splendors of Downton,

but I do know
how to look after myself.

Would you like to see Downton?

Where did that come from?

Well, I was thinking
if you are nearly German

and nearly divorced,

perhaps the family
should know you a bit.

It won't be settled tomorrow,
my darling.

I can't pretend it will.

Don't put me off.

Aren't you curious
about my childhood home?

I'm curious about everything
to do with you.

But my situation
would frighten them,

and we don't want that.

I know!

Mama's giving a house party
next month.

Why don't you come?

Then you can blend in
and look around

without anyone asking
too many questions.

And Mama won't mind.

She likes you.

But your father doesn't.

He doesn't know you.

He'll like you when he does.

Now I must gulp
my coffee down and run

if I'm to catch the 3:00.

I can't persuade you to stay?

But I will say this:

It's getting harder
and harder to say no.

Oh, look, we'll take that table.

I'm not sure
we should be here, m'lady.

It seems unsuitable to me.

Don't call me m'lady.

Call me Rose.

I can't!

Well, then don't call me
anything.

WAITER:
Yes?

Well, it is a Thé Dansant.

Let's have a cup of tea.

All right, tea.

Oh, but perhaps with something
special in mine?

Right you are, Miss.

Listen!

It's the One-Step!

Oh, why are they being so slow?

Really, m'lady...

You mustn't be so obvious.

Why not?

It's working.

I don't suppose
you'd care to dance.

Then you'd be wrong,
because I'd absolutely love to.

Shouldn't we be introduced?

The name's Sam Thawley.

How do?

I'm Rose...

...Smith.

Hello.

I hope you know how to do this.

You're in luck.

They call me Twinkle Toes.

Hello, Anna.

Jimmy?

What are you doing here?

I was just picking up
some things for Mrs. Patmore.

Shall we dance?

We'd better,

if only to check Lady Rose
isn't getting in too deep.

I'm under gardener
for Lord Ellis,

near Easingwold.

What about you?

I'm at...

I'm at Downton Abbey.

Oh, yeah, what do you do?

Are you a lady's maid?

You sound posh enough.

Do I?

I'm so pleased.

I've...

I've worked and worked
on me accent.

Ah, you've done well.

You could pass for a real lady,
never mind a lady's maid.

I'm not a lady's maid yet.

Anna is... the girl I'm with...

but I wonder if
I'm clever enough.

Well, you won't be
a housemaid forever.

I expect you've got a few young
farmers hanging about.

I couldn't say.

You won't say, you mean.

James?

How... how did you find us?

I saw you across
the square, m'lady...

Rose was just saying
what fun it is

to be out like this.

I thought I'd pop in
to see what the craic was.

It's a good craic,
isn't it, Sam?

Well, it is with you in my arms.

MARY:
I love the view from up here.

If you know the view,
all the better.

Follow that hedge,

and to the left of it
is Oakwood Farm.

To the right
is all farmed by us.

Do we want to take over

Oakwood Farm?

No.

The Olds are good tenants
and hard workers.

There is one subject
we ought to discuss.

I know your position
isn't settled, but we should.

Go on.

The death duties.

If you are the heir,
it won't change them.

There's no special
treatment for widows.

You do not surprise me.

It seems odd, really,

that you have to pay
just as much tax

as if he'd left it all

to Mrs. Tiggywinkle
down the road.

But that's how it works.

So what are we to do?

Your father believes
we should sell land

and pay it off in one lump.

But you don't?

I want to know what you think.

JIMMY: I've some good
tickets for me and Ivy.

ANNA:
To see Phyllis Dare?

I don't believe you.

JIMMY:
Well, I have.

It cost a packet, at no mistake.

Does Ivy know?

Not yet.

Mate, let's have a dance, eh?

Sorry, I'm dancing with her.

I said let her dance with me.

I don't want to dance with you.

How do you know if you've
not even tried it?

Don't tell me you're
falling for her at last.

She will be pleased.

I said leave her alone!

That's the idea.

MAN:
Come on, then.

Sam, are you okay?

Get off me!

Get off my hand!

Get off him!

Sam!

Get off!

Sam!
Get her out of here!

Get off him!

Come here, you.

James!

I can't leave now,

not when he's fighting
to protect me!

Oh, yes, you can,
or do you want to be arrested?!

JIMMY:
We need to get out of here.

All right, that settles it,
come on, come on!

Mr. Molesley,

is that you?

Come in and have a cup of tea.

Mr. Bates thought
I might be welcome.

MRS. HUGHES:
And so you are.

Sit down.

Mr. Molesley,
I'm glad you're here.

I was going through my desk
this afternoon

and I came upon
that note of mine,

and if you're willing,
I'd like to pay it off now.

What note?

Well, you lent me some money
when I was first came here,

and I'm sorry I haven't
paid it back before now,

but the truth is,
I'm afraid I forgot.

I don't remember
anything about it.

30 pounds!

Aren't you the lucky one!

Surely there must be
some mistake?

You'll not deny
that's your signature?

MRS. HUGHES:
Plain as day.

IVY:
How was your trip to York?

Never mind that.

What's going on?

DAISY:
Mr. Bates has remembered

he owed 30 pounds
to Mr. Molesley.

What?

But, but no, uh...

There you are, and thank you

for coming to my aid
when I needed it.

BATES:
Now I must go.

I've some things to do
before his lordship comes up.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

JIMMY:
Mr. Carson, may I have a word?

CARSON:
Certainly, James.

Why did you do that?

You have put up with so much
that I couldn't change,

so if there is ever
the slightest thing

I can make better for you,
then I will.

But how did you manage it?

Don't I keep telling you?

Prison was an education.

Take her to the theater?

It is my half day.

But not hers.

And how do we know
she'd want to go?

She'll want to go.

She could change her half day.

Oh, I don't know.

It's turning into
Liberty Hall round here.

Are we entertaining that night?

I'm not cooking.

They'll all be dining
with Lady Lawson at Brough Hall.

Very well.

But no lingering.

You can go and give her
the good news.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

I hope he
doesn't break her heart.

We must all have
our hearts broken

once or twice before we're done.

True enough,
Mrs. Hughes.

Strange to think the theater
was part of my life at one time.

Yours and Mr. Grigg's.

You know he's going
to work in Belfast?

I had heard.

He's leaving the village
in the morning.

The 11:00 train.

What's that to me?

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an open wound.

I don't know why,
but I do know this:

You'd do better
to stitch it up and let it heal.

BATES:
I'm sorry, m'lord,

but I didn't hear the gong.

It's all right,
it hasn't gone yet.

I was hoping to catch you.

Of course I understand

how tiresome
it must have been for Anna

when Edna came back and was
suddenly the senior lady's maid.

M'lord?

Ask her to go easy.

I'm sorry, m'lord,

but I don't understand
what you're saying.

Her ladyship appears to think

there's been some bad feeling
between Braithwaite and Anna.

That Anna has been
a little unkind.

Not that I know of.

Look, I don't want to make
a thing of it.

I'm just asking for a little
consideration, that's all.

And you shall have it, m'lord.

Good, that's all
I needed to hear.

Ah, there's the gong now.

I just can't believe
you're letting me go.

Do you really mean it?

No, I was having you on.

Oh, don't be so soft.

I've said you can go
and you can go.

What should I wear?

DAISY:
Clothes.

But I haven't
got anything right.

Not for the theater in York.

It's not Covent Garden.

What?

Oh, never mind.

We'll make you look presentable.

Now get that parsley.

I don't know
why she's so excited.

It's only a bloomin' play.

He's just as keen
on her as ever.

We'll see.

Nothing's as changeable
as a young man's heart.

Take hope and a warning
from that.

I'll get it.

Yes?

I was wondering if I could have
a word with the housemaid, Rose.

"The housemaid Rose?"

The maid, Rose, who works here.

Look, chum...

ANNA: I'll deal with
it, Mr. Barrow.

Hello, Mr. Thawley.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

I've got to know
if she's all right.

Rose is a bit busy just now,
but I'll tell her you asked.

I don't mind waiting.

Can I, uh...

Can I come in?

If you'll just stay there,
I'll see what she's up to.

Anna?

What is it?

The man that you were
dancing with.

Sam Thawley.

He's downstairs.

But why?

What... what does he want?

He says he's come to make sure
that you're all right.

Well, what have
you done with him?

Left him in the yard before he
asks the others any questions.

But what can I say?

What can I do?

Come with me.

I've got an idea.

This is so very kind of you.

I had to come.

You know, I had to see
that you were...

...you know, all right
after that ruckus.

And I am, thanks to you.

I never saw anything so brave

as the way you punched
that horrid man.

I'd do more than that for you.

How very flattering.

Where did you grow up?

You don't sound very Yorkshire.

Don't I?

That's because my life's

been sort of spent
all over the place.

North, south, east, west...

Home's the place
that I love best.

What?

That's how the song goes.

Yes, I suppose it is.

Would you let me
call on you again?

Well...

Look, I know I'm not
good enough for you.

I can see that.

But I'm a steady chap.

Ask Lord Ellis's agent.

He'd give me a good reference.

I'm sure, but it's...

it's something else.

Do you remember wondering

if any of the local farmers
were after me?

Yeah.

Well, that's the thing.

I...

There is one farmer,

and I didn't want to spoil
this afternoon by mentioning it,

but I have rather
given him my word.

Well, that's me
back in me box, then.

I hope you understand.

Of course I do.

He's a lucky bloke,
that's all I'll say.

Well, good luck, then.

It's been nice knowing you.

You, too.

And Mr. Thawley...

Sam...

When you do find someone,

someone much nicer
and better than I am,

she'll be a very lucky girl.

What the...?

Say nothing and I'll be
your friend forever.

Is Lord Grantham
in the drawing room?

He is.

Thank you.

Ah, here she is.

Ah, darling.

Are you only just back?

We sat forever
outside Peterborough.

We never found out why.

Shall I change?

No, don't bother, it's only us.

And who are we to warrant
any courtesy?

Don't be difficult, Granny.

Where's Rose?
Have we lost her?

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Never mind, never mind.

Now I've got you all here

and before Carson comes in,
I have something to say.

I had a letter today
from Murray...

Wait just a moment
while I finish.

Should I leave, m'lord?

No, you might as well hear this.

Murray has taken
Matthew's letter

to various authorities,
and their conclusion is

that it demonstrates
"testamentary intention."

What's that?

It means that the writer

intended the document
to serve as a will.

VIOLET:
So the bequest stands?

Yes.

Mary owns half the estate.

BRANSON: That sounds
like a very good result.

ROBERT: And now we
should go in to dinner

before Mrs. Patmore
blows a gasket.

Dearest Papa, I hope
you're not too disappointed.

Don't be silly, not at all.

Perhaps the three of us
can sit down tomorrow

and talk properly?

Of course, but the main problem
is a simple one: Tax.

But that's it.

Tom's told me you want
to sell land to pay for it.

It's the only way, I'm afraid.

Yes, but you see, I don't agree.

Anyway, let's not
talk about it now.

We ought to join the others.

If you've put her up to this...

I haven't put her up
to anything.

But you won't keep her quiet,

not now the bit's
between her teeth.

Don't think that you will.

I don't know what he meant.

You must have said something.

But I haven't said anything.

I warned her off Mr. Barrow,
that's all,

but I wasn't having a go at her.

All I can tell you is that
she has managed to take offense.

She can't have.

Mr. Barrow,

what are you doing down here?

Will you come up this moment
and help me serve the wine?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

I'm on my way.

What's so funny?

Nothing, Mr. Bates.

Nothing at all.

Good morning, Carson.

I hope I'm not in the way.

Not a bit.

You remember Mr. Grigg.

Hello, Charlie.

Good of you to come.

I'm delighted.

But I'm not surprised.

Aren't you?

Because I'm astonished.

GRIGG: But why did you never
speak of Alice when we last met,

before the war?

What was the point?

She chose you
all those years ago,

and that was it.

Why bring it up?

Because it wasn't "it."

She chose me,
but it never worked.

She's dead now anyway.

But it was never "it."

I didn't know she was dead.

Five year ago.

We'd separated long before,

but I went to see her
in St. Thomas's.

Do you know what she said?

She said, "Charlie Carson
was the better man.

"I could have loved him.

"I did love him, really.

But I was a fool
and couldn't see it."

Did she say that?

Honestly?

That she loved you?

Aye, she did.

And she wanted me to tell you
if I saw you again.

There we are.

We could have made
a go of it, you know.

As long as you know
that it were her choice.

I never set out
to take her off you.

STATION MASTER:
All aboard!

ISOBEL:
I'm sorry to interrupt,

but I think you must get aboard.

I can't tell you
how grateful I am, Mrs. Crawley.

Very good luck.

Thank you.

I doubt we'll meet again,
but can we shake on it?

We've known some ups and downs
together, it's true,

but if this is good-bye,
let's part as friends, eh?

All right.

I wish you well.

Likewise.

Charlie.

Mrs. Crawley,
I should be grateful

if you would let me know
any expense you have been put to

on Mr. Grigg's behalf
during his stay with you.

Oh, no, that's
completely unnecessary...

I should be grateful.

Very well, Carson.

I shall do that.

Good day to you.

Mr. Carson?

Shall we walk back together?