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I don't know why you always wait for me.

There's no need.

Because I want to be the first to greet you every morning.

Well, as I said, there's no need.

There's...

There's every need, and I will keep it up

until you explain to me what has gone wrong between us.

Explain what?

My life is perfect

and then in the space of one day, it is nothing.

To me, that requires an explanation.

Good morning, Miss Baxter.

Hello, Mr. Bates.

Mrs. Bates.

I wondered if you'd help me.

We will if we can.

It's my sewing machine.

I've no sockets in my bedroom

and what with the sewing room being in the laundry wing,

I wondered if Mrs. Hughes

might let me use it in the servants' hall.

I should ask her if I were you.

Yes, of course.

I'll do that.

What do you make of her?

I think she's nice.

Which prompts me to wonder what she sees in our friend Thomas.

You know the old saying: There's nowt so queer as folk.

We'll miss breakfast if we're not careful.

Are you happy for us to be teaching Alfred to cook?

It's Mr. Carson you should ask.

Ask me what?

About the kitchen staff helping Alfred to train for his test.

He's been accepted for it, then?

Not yet, no.

But he'd like to be ready if he is.

I suppose it's all right.

Alfred is a hard worker, I'll give him that,

and if cooking's his chosen path...

Good.

I was just checking I wasn't inciting a revolution.

There we are, m'lady.

Now, I think I've remembered everything,

but I'll just stay here while you check.

It seems perfect, but what's this?

Well, I know Americans

often drink orange juice with breakfast,

so I thought you might like it.

That is so considerate, Baxter.

Thank you.

Good morning, m'lord.

Good morning.

You look very jovial.

Just Baxter reminding me of times gone by.

You're pleased with her?

I am, thank heaven.

So what's your day looking like?

Tom and Mary have summoned me to the library.

They have an idea.

I hope it's not something

you're going to fight about.

How can I answer that when I don't know what it is?

So what you're saying is if we find a job for the boy,

it will make a difference to his mother.

Oh, a big difference.

If you really want to help Mrs. Pegg,

this will be of more practical use

than all the tea and sympathy in the world.

Well, I don't need anyone else here.

I know.

But would you talk to the head gardener up at the Abbey

or maybe even to old Lady Grantham?

She takes her garden seriously.

You don't have to tell me that.

I'm sorry.

When's the funeral?

Tomorrow.

Will you go?

I will.

His forebears have been tenants

since the reign of George the third.

Be that as it may, the rent's not been paid for ages.

We've served all the papers.

It's time to get on with it.

You mean foreclose the lease and farm the land ourselves?

That's what we discussed.

It's sad, though.

After such a long time in the hands of one family.

The world moves on, and we must move with it.

So you keep telling me.

Talking of the world moving on, I suppose you've seen this.

"The engagement is announced between the Viscount Gillingham

"and the Honorable Mabel Lane Fox,

only child of the late Lord Osweston."

Well, I must write and congratulate him.

Now, let me get on.

But if it's electric,

aren't you worried it's going to run away with itself

and sew your fingers to the table?

I certainly hope not.

How do you operate it?

With a pedal under my foot.

Well, I don't think it has any business in the servants' hall.

But there's no socket in her room.

But she could take it over to the laundry,

or better still, chuck it out altogether.

Mrs. Patmore is not what you'd call a futurist.

I think I'd got there already.

Anna.

I've forgotten something.

You must forgive me, Mr. Bates.

I'm afraid I'm keeping Anna too busy.

Would you like to have a try?

Anna?

I don't know why you must be so hard on Mr. Bates.

At least you know now there'll be no baby.

No.

Then can't you start to get past it

and tell him something?

He'd know if it wasn't the truth.

He sees through me.

He can read me like a book.

I wish he could read you

and take you out of this vale of shadows.

Don't you want to be honest with him?

Of course I do.

But I know him.

I know what he'd do, and I can't risk his future.

Well, it's your secret and not mine.

But I think it's a mistake.

And you're sure you have a feel for gardening?

I am, your ladyship.

I'm not a ladyship; just Mrs. Crawley.

I don't know much now,

but I'm a grafter and a quick learner.

I cannot make promises,

but I will try and find something for you.

Thank you very much, your ladyship.

Will you show him out?

He's going to be so disappointed

when he finds out how ordinary I really am.

You're part of the family.

That's how the village sees you.

It's not how the family see me.

Oh, I'm not so sure about that.

Lord and Lady Grantham

have always been as kind as they can be, and I appreciate it.

But I am not one of them, and that's the end of it.

Lord Grantham admires you very much,

but if it serves you to think yourself unloved,

then nothing I say will make any difference.

I think that's rather harsh.

Lord Grantham.

It was a very good service.

Your father would have been pleased.

Thank you.

Do you have far to go?

I'm staying at Yew Tree Farm.

Of course.

Let us know when you're ready to leave.

There's no hurry.

The thing is, m'lord, I don't want to move out.

I want to take on the tenancy.

What?

If it's still possible.

I'm sorry to be the one to say it,

but I don't believe it is.

The notices have been served.

The case is closed.

You mean you want to farm the land yourself?

That it's all settled.

Mr. Drewe, it's no good painting me as Simon Legree.

We gave your father a long time to get straight

and left him in peace at the end of his life.

He never told me about the debt

or I'd have tried to help him

because my ancestors have farmed at Yew Tree

since the Napoleonic Wars.

Surely that's got to mean something?

It means a great deal to me.

Then couldn't we talk about it, m'lord?

Please?

Come tomorrow morning, if you wish.

But I can't see what good it will do.

DAISY: Don't take it off too soon.

Let it bubble for a bit, or you'll taste the flour.

So is this enough?

I'd say so, yeah.

Now put it to one side while you check your casings.

My, my, something smells good.

Alfred's making tarts with an egg and cheese filling.

Ah, Bouchées de Fromage.

They could be tonight's savory.

Do you think?

I don't see why not.

I'll fetch the eggs.

Well done, Daisy.

It's very hard, Mrs. Patmore.

I feel like I'm helping him to leave us.

So you are.

Which is just as it should be, now he's decided to go.

So what's next?

We'll add egg and cheese to the white sauce

if Mrs. Patmore doesn't mind.

I don't mind at all, Daisy.

You can help him enrich the béchamel.

JIMMY: Your ladyship.

M'lady.

EDITH: Is that the afternoon post?

Is there anything for me?

There's just a couple for his lordship, m'lady.

Were you expecting something?

Not particularly.

I haven't heard from Michael in a bit, that's all.

I expect he's busy.

CORA: What have you been up to?

I was writing to Tony Gillingham.

Give him my regards.

Say we look forward to knowing Miss Lane Fox.

EDITH: I am surprised.

I thought he was rather keen on you.

Not for the first time,

you've got the wrong end of the stick.

Oh, I thought you were Robert.

Is he back from his funeral?

Not yet, I don't think.

While he's not here, shall we discuss his birthday?

Oh, does he have a birthday soon?

Fairly soon.

Do you have any plans?

Nothing beyond his favorite food.

It's not a special one.

Why don't we have a party?

To cheer ourselves up.

A small one.

That'll be fun.

VIOLET: But Maley may have a candidate

of his own that he wants to bring forward.

So you do need extra help?

I suppose so.

The last boy went off to a frightfully grand rectory.

Then will you take young Pegg?

He impressed me so favorably.

I wonder your halo doesn't grow heavy.

It must be like wearing a tiara round the clock.

Will you help him?

His mother would be very grateful.

And so would I.

Yes, but your gratitude never seems to last.

I've no sooner said yes,

than you come back with another request.

Will you?

Oh, very well, very well.

But he'd better turn out to be all the things you say he is.

This came for you in the last post.

Is that the letter that tells you if they'll see you?

Yes, I think it must be.

Well, open it, then.

Oh, go on, don't keep us in suspense.

I want it so much.

I can't bear to find out I've not got it.

Give it to me, then.

Well, they are going to test you.

They are?

But by 'eck,

it's the day after tomorrow!

They don't give you much time.

Oh, this was posted ten days ago!

It must have gotten lost.

BATES: He'll be fine.

He knows his stuff.

'Course he does.

Doesn't he, Daisy?

He does, yeah.

What's this?

Alfred's got his test.

At the Ritz.

I'm happy for you, Alfred.

Anna...

That's the gong.

I shouldn't worry, Mr. Bates.

She's got ever so much on her plate.

Haven't we all?

I thought I'd get an extra ten minutes in with George.

You can help me with this.

Sybbie says there's going to be a hurricane any moment now.

A hurricane?

Really?

In Yorkshire?

So we're getting all the animals under shelter.

I'm sure you are.

Where's Nanny?

Collecting some clothes from the laundry.

I said I'd stay with them.

She's so much more relaxed than our Nanny ever was.

My childhood wasn't anything like Sybbie's.

Nor mine, God knows.

Do you think she's having a good childhood?

That we're doing well?

I think you're doing your best for her,

if that's what you mean.

It isn't quite.

Uh-oh.

I think it's time for the hurricane.

Oh!

Uh-oh!

IVY: Bravo!

She's right!

I couldn't have done better myself.

Now, take them up and say you cooked 'em.

I couldn't.

Well, Mr. Carson can say it.

JIMMY: And what are they supposed to do?

Hang out the flags?

Oh, don't grudge him his success.

I don't.

I just can't see the fun in a life chained to a stove.

CARSON: Are the savories ready to go up?

They certainly are.

I say, well done.

CORA: We'll be sorry to lose you, Alfred,

but I think you'll pass your test.

Fingers crossed, m'lady.

When is it?

The day after tomorrow.

I'm going up in the morning.

Our best wishes go with you.

I'm going up myself, tomorrow.

Oh?

Just for the day

to visit Michael's office.

I'll be back for dinner.

All alone?

I seem to be.

I don't know why.

How are you getting on with her ladyship?

Pretty well, I think.

You've done America and praised Lady Sybil?

Have I not.

You name it, I've said it.

She'll be eating out of your hand.

That's the intention.

No enemies downstairs neither.

That was Miss O'Brien's mistake.

Nobody liked her so nobody told her anything.

They don't like you much.

That's why you're here.

To rectify that failing on my part.

Is it true you've moved into the house again?

Mrs. Hughes said so.

It seemed easier

when I was looking after her ladyship as well as you.

But she has her own maid now.

Why not go back to the cottage?

I haven't got round to it.

Anna, if you're in difficulties, I wish you'd tell me.

I'm not, m'lady.

Honestly.

I've come to say good bye,

and thank you for all your help.

Just keep calm.

You know enough to do well if you keep calm.

Very good luck, Alfred.

Is there anything I ought to know about London?

There's quite a lot you ought to know about London, dear.

And no time to tell it now, or he'll miss his train.

This afternoon, when her ladyship comes down,

I don't want any back chat.

She must see everything is in order.

Everything neat and tidy.

What's happened to your apron?

Why, what should...

Oh, my God.

What's that?

I must have caught it on a nail.

My other one's in the wash,

and her ladyship's coming down later!

Oh, don't worry, Miss Baxter'll sort that out.

Give it here.

All right.

I thought you wouldn't mind

if Alfred rode in the front, m'lady.

He's catching the same train.

Of course I don't mind.

We all wish you luck, Alfred.

I'm going to need it, m'lady.

It's his first trip to London.

How exciting.

Exciting's one word for it.

You want to reverse the foreclosure and take the lease,

but you still can't pay all the arrears?

It doesn't seem a very enticing offer.

I'll pay, and it won't take long.

Even so.

I'm a Yorkshireman, m'lord.

This is where I belong.

We've worked this land in partnership with the Crawleys

for more than a century.

"In partnership with the Crawleys."

I don't mean to be impertinent.

I do not hear it as impertinence.

We have been in partnership.

We're in partnership now with all our tenants,

or we should be.

Then will you let me come home?

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you, m'lord.

I'll be at the farm.

Mr. Drewe.

I would prefer to report

that you are prepared to repay the arrears in full.

I'll lend you the difference myself.

You'd do that for me?

It won't be less than 50 pounds.

I'll send a check when I'm sure of the outcome.

You won't regret it.

No.

I don't think I will.

Do you think young Alfred's got any chance

with this cooking thing?

I think he's got more than a chance,

judging by what Mrs. Patmore has to say on the subject.

Because I've got an idea

that might kill two birds with one stone.

We'll be short of a footman any day,

and Mr. Molesley will be short of a job.

What say we deal with the two problems together?

And solve both.

Exactly.

But would he do it?

Oh, would he do it?

When he's been mending roads and delivering groceries

and lucky to get even that?

I'll say he'll do it.

I hope you're right.

I know I am.

You might have talked it over with us

before you made up your mind.

But I haven't.

I told him we'd think about it, that's all.

Sounds to me as if you've come to a decision.

If we don't respect the past,

we'll find it harder to build our future.

VIOLET: Where did you read that?

I made it up.

I thought it was rather good.

It's too good.

The one thing we don't want is a poet in the family.

Would it be so bad?

The only poet-peer I am familiar with is Lord Byron,

and I presume we all know how that ended.

CORA: So you'd let Mr. Drewe stay on?

Since he wants to repay the debt,

I think it only fair.

Besides, he talks of the partnership

between the farmers and the family,

and I like that.

Well, I think it's splendid.

Says the Queen of the Rebels.

Thank you.

And you agree?

Even though he has no right to renew the lease?

No right legally, no.

But we think he has a moral right.

It's a pity it should be Yew Tree.

It would have filled a hole in the land we're farming.

You've managed without it 'til now.

But you haven't said what you think.

Which side are you on?

Well, the farmer's, of course.

I've not abandoned all my Socialism

even though it feels like it sometimes.

In this one and only instance, I am glad to hear it.

MARY: When will you tell him?

ROBERT: There's no tearing rush.

We've a day or two to talk it over,

and then you can tell him.

It's strange, standing here next to you in silence.

Because I love you,

I want to find out why you don't love me anymore.

You'd think we could talk about it,

but apparently not.

But I don't...

I'm going into Ripon this afternoon

to get some things for Lady Mary.

If they miss me, I'll be back before the gong.

Well, at least I know

you'll be back before the gong.

Whoo! I can't get over the speed of it.

I feel quite dizzy watching.

I don't think it'll Show.

Show?

It's better than it was before I bought it.

Aw!

Thanks very much!

Her ladyship's on her way down.

Another one roped to the chariot.

I'm grateful for this job, Thomas, and we both know why.

But what's it all about?

Well, there's going to be changes at Downton.

There's bound to be.

I'm sure.

So I want to know about any plans upstairs.

Any detail, no matter how small.

Understand?

Did the other lady's maids keep you informed?

Miss O'Brien, yes, but we fell out.

What about Mrs. Bates?

Is she an enemy?

She knows what's going on.

No, she's not an enemy.

But she's incorruptible, so we have nothing in common.

She's also silent.

I shouldn't think I've had four words out of her

since I arrived.

Just get them all to trust you and tell you everything.

MRS. PATMORE: Your ladyship, how can I help?

I've come down to persuade you.

I just don't see why it's better than an icebox.

Well, a refrigerator is more efficient.

It keeps food fresh longer.

We won't need ice to be delivered.

But the papers will still be delivered

and the groceries and all sorts, or are we to stop that, too?

Mrs. Patmore, is there any aspect of the present day

that you can accept without resistance?

Well, m'lady, I wouldn't mind getting rid of my corset.

You must do everything Maley tells you.

I will, your ladyship.

John is keen to learn, aren't you?

I am, ma'am.

Because there's always work for a good gardener.

You owe your place to Mrs. Crawley.

She would not let me go until I'd promised.

She would not relax her grip.

You make me sound very fervent.

Wars have been waged with less fervor.

Well, let's hope we win this one.

Good day, John.

Say what you like,

but I know you care about these things as much as I do.

Oh!

Nobody cares about anything as much as you do.

This is it.

My name is Arséne Avignon.

I am the Sous Chef of the Ritz.

Today, you are going to make four dishes.

Is that clear?

Then if you have no questions, we will begin.

In 1917, at our sister hotel in New York,

the Chef Monsieur Diat altered a soup

made popular by Monsieur Gouffe

and the great Monsieur Escoffier.

What did he do?

He served it cold.

Very good.

Yes, it was eaten cold.

Previously, the name had been a simple one:

Leek and Potato Soup.

But what was it called now?

Vichyssoise.

It was Vichyssoise.

So.

You all have the instructions before you.

Please begin.

Mr. Napier.

What?

Hello, Mary.

If I can still call you Mary.

Of course you can!

How lovely!

What brings you here?

I'm working on a government thing

and we've got some research to do in Yorkshire.

I'm on a sort of reconnoitering expedition.

Lucky me.

I was in Thirsk and I suddenly thought,

"Why not take a chance?"

Well, I'm so glad you did.

Let me give you some tea.

I'll get them to tell Mama and Papa that you're here.

While I've got you alone...

You've been in my thoughts 8 great deal

since the whole ghastly business.

That's nice to know.

Which is why it's lovely to see you looking so...

...lovely.

Hello.

Lady Mary wants tea for four.

I'll start again.

Hello.

Lady Mary wants tea for four in the library.

It's not right, you know, when you speak against Alfred.

Sorry, but imagine having never been to London.

Dearie me.

I've not been to London.

And for me, it just goes to show.

He may be nervous, it may be a daunting prospect,

but he's got ambition.

It drives him, and I admire that.

Good.

Because I've got plenty of ambition where you're concerned.

Don't be so soft.

So what is this thing you're working on?

It's all to do with the rural economy.

Very hush-hush.

Well, don't tell us if it's supposed to be a secret.

It isn't, not like that.

A lot of landed estates are in difficulty,

and the department wants to assess

the damage of the war years:

Are they likely to survive, and so on.

And are they?

Some of them.

It sounds rather interesting.

It is.

Interesting and incredibly depressing.

Which places are you studying in Yorkshire?

Well, that I cannot say.

It wouldn't be fair on the owners.

But we have earmarked the ones in serious trouble,

and you'll be glad to know Downton's not among them.

Still, we'd love your opinion

on whether or not we're doing the right things,

wouldn't we, Papa?

We don't want to add to his labors.

Where are you staying while you're up here?

We haven't decided.

There's quite a good hotel in Ripon I know of.

Nonsense.

You must stay with us.

I couldn't possibly.

Why not?

Well, to start with, I'll have my boss with me.

Who's that?

Charles Blake.

Have you ever come across him?

I don't think so.

Of course you must both stay here.

MARY: That way, we'll get

the benefit of all your knowledge

for the price of a couple of dinners.

What could be better than that?

Well, Mr. Nugent, you've done quite well.

I know I can do better, sir, if you give me a chance.

I know it.

You haven't chosen to make your living

in the kitchen before now?

No, you see, my mother was keen...

You have worked instead as a footman

for the Earl of Grantham?

I have, yes.

And this has made you unhappy?

I'll not say that.

But I want to do more with my life.

I see.

Well, we have difficult decisions ahead.

But don't worry; we won't keep you waiting.

It's good of you to let me disturb your afternoon.

You see...

I have to get to the bottom of what's troubling me,

and I believe you can help.

I doubt that.

The thing is, I know you can.

I heard you questioning Anna

about why she was being so hard on me.

But that doesn't mean...

Yes, it does.

You know what this is about

and you believe she should have told me.

Well, I admit... I think she should have.

But it is not for me to.

Then I can't stay here.

What?

I have been happy in this house,

happier than I had any right to be.

But that only makes my present situation

all the harder to bear.

I can imagine.

Can you?

Can you, Mrs. Hughes?

Because if you can,

you will know why I have to leave here.

My wife no longer loves me.

The sight of me is torture for her,

which is torture for me.

If you will not let me hear the truth,

I will hand in my resignation now

and be gone before she gets back.

So be it.

Wait!

Where is Anna?

She had an errand in Ripon.

It's not true.

Anna loves you very, very much.

And I think the pain of coming home to find you gone

would finish her.

So I will tell you what happened to make you stay.

And if I'm doing the wrong thing,

then I ask for the mercy of God.

I'm sorry, m'lady,

but they said you wouldn't be in here before 7:00.

No, nor would I be, but I left a letter on my desk.

Has anybody here...

Oh!

Has anybody else been in here?

I don't know, your ladyship.

No.

No, why would you?

That's all of it.

You haven't said when it happened.

Haven't I?

Was it the last night of the house party?

When she told me...

...she fainted and hit her head?

Is that when it happened?

Yes.

Then I know who it really was.

I've told you who it was.

But I don't believe you.

I think it was Lord Gillingham's valet.

He teased her and flirted with her

from the moment he arrived.

It was not Lord Gillingham's valet.

I don't believe he ever left the concert.

It was not him.

Do you swear that?

Why should I swear?

You must swear it, on everything you hold dear.

Will you?

I've said.

It was an outsider.

It was no one who was staying in the house.

A man broke in and waited down here.

How many times must I repeat it?

Do you swear?

Very well.

If it makes you feel better, I swear.

On your mother's life?

My mother is dead.

On her grave, then.

I've said I swear.

Because I will find out who he is!

You're welcome to try,

but I don't know what you've got to go on.

Ah, there you are.

How did you get on?

Oh, fine.

I hear Evelyn Napier was here this afternoon.

I'm sorry to have missed him.

Yes, he just dropped in.

It was a spur of the moment thing.

Is he still in pursuit of Mary?

I didn't ask him.

So will you be giving a birthday party?

For Robert?

Why?

Do you really want me to?

I had rather a good idea for it, that's all.

If I did, would you give me a hand?

Absolutely.

Oh, shh.

So have we come to a final decision about Drewe?

I suppose so.

If it means that much to you.

And Tom's socialism will ensure his approval of the plan.

You laugh, but as a matter of fact,

I've been thinking about it quite a lot lately.

About what?

My beliefs, I suppose.

I'm not too sure what they are anymore.

Since the house party...

I won't hear another word about the house party.

Somebody said something to upset you, that's all it is.

What was this?

Who was rude?

No one.

He's got that wrong.

I just felt like an intruder.

It made me face the fact that I'm living where I don't belong.

Welcome to the club.

Oh, stop moaning.

ROBERT: But if you went back to Ireland, Tom,

would you belong there?

No, I don't think I would.

You've changed me too much.

I am a man without a home.

I am stateless.

Well, then.

There is America.

I have family there now,

and they're doing quite well.

It would be a new start.

But you've made a new start here.

But I'm talking about the world Sybbie will grow up in.

Wouldn't it be easier for her to begin with a clean slate

rather than being the daughter of an uppity chauffeur?

Well, don't do anything in a hurry.

We don't want to lose you, Tom.

What do you mean you'll have to think about it?

What I say.

I didn't mind helping you out when you were short-staffed...

How good of you.

But to accept a permanent position as a footman...

I am a trained valet, Mr. Carson!

I am a trained butler!

To accept my fall by taking a permanent inferior place...

You keep telling me it's permanent.

But from where I'm sitting,

it's looking less permanent by the minute.

I shall give it every consideration.

Very generous, I must say.

I will let you know my answer when I have one.

I shall wait with bated breath.

Aren't you ever going to finish that?

It's nearly midnight.

Someone has to do it.

But it doesn't always have to be you.

I know.

I know what happened.

Mrs. Hughes told me.

I forced her to.

Then she was very wrong.

It wasn't her secret to tell!

I gave her no choice, Anna.

What did she say?

How...

How it happened.

When it happened.

I asked her if it was Green.

Who?

Mr. Green.

Lord Gillingham's valet.

She swore it wasn't.

No, it wasn't him.

She said a man broke in

and was waiting down here for you.

A stranger.

That's right.

Because if it was the valet...

...he is a dead man.

It wasn't him.

You only say that because you didn't like him.

No, I did not.

There's no excuse to accuse him when he did nothing!

Would I have sat down to breakfast with him

the next morning if it had been him?

We can't know who the man was.

We have no way of tracing him.

Why wouldn't you tell me?

Because I knew the suffering it would bring you.

Well, it's in the open.

No more secrets.

I'm glad of that, at least.

No more fear of being found out because I am found out.

My shame has nowhere to hide.

Why do you talk of shame?

I don't accept that there is any shame in this.

But I am spoiled for you.

And I can never be unspoiled.

You are not spoiled.

You are made higher to me, and holier,

because of the suffering you have been put through.

You are my wife,

and I have never been prouder, nor loved you more

than I love you now at this moment.

Do you really mean this?

Truly.

Morning.

Alfred.

Is that the result?

I think so, yes.

Do you want me to open it?

No, I'll do it myself.

Good luck.

Well?

I've not got it.

What?

Oh, I am sorry.

It says I did well and I was nearly in the top four,

but not quite.

I expect they say that to everyone.

CARSON: That's enough, James.

And Alfred,

to fail at the first attempt

does not mean that you won't succeed later.

Quite right.

Might I have a word, Mr. Carson?

Certainly.

I've given it a lot of thought.

Have you, indeed?

First, I needed to deal with my father's disappointment

when he learned of my downward path.

But I weighed it against the power to do good

that all employment brings.

Did you, now?

And you thought all that?

I feel I could contain my skills

and guide them into a more modest channel

without loss of dignity.

Just fancy.

So all in all, and after mature deliberation,

you will be pleased to hear that I can accept your offer.

What offer?

To replace Alfred as footman.

Oh, dear, Mr. Molesley.

I'm afraid that Alfred is not leaving now.

Yeah, it's a pity you didn't accept the job

when we last talked.

Then I'd have been stuck with you.

As it is, you've missed your chance.

As I generally do.

"Mature deliberation."

Cheer up, lad.

You read the letter.

You were a very near miss,

so next time, you'll hit the target.

I reckon Jimmy's right

and they say that to everyone who fails.

Well, I reckon you work hard and you deserve to succeed.

You just have to stick at it, and you will.

I'm not saying he took it,

but I don't see who else could have done.

In other words, you are saying that he took it.

I know he was in this room.

Legitimately?

Really, Dr. Clarkson,

I am not a witness for the prosecution.

Aren't you?

Well, let us review the facts.

I have lost a valuable paper knife

given to the late Lord Grantham by the King of Sweden.

Which makes all the difference.

It makes the loss greater, yes.

I quite agree.

But I can't accept

there's any real proof against young Pegg.

Well, if you insist, I won't sack him yet.

But I will not allow him back in the house

and I will have to speak to my head gardener about it.

That will do him a lot of harm.

Well, what would you prefer?

That I invite the local criminals to drop in

and strip the house bare?

Why not ask to be told when a gardener is coming inside

so that you or a servant can keep watch?

Then we'll have time

to investigate the loss of the knife.

Or have you already scented blood?

As a matter of interest, do you ever doubt?

I don't doubt the honesty of young Pegg.

That is not at all what I'd asked.

I'm very grateful, m'lady.

I know you didn't have to do this,

but it only makes me more determined

to prove I'm worthy of your faith.

I can't pretend to take the credit, Mr. Drewe.

It was his lordship who was determined you should stay.

You owe your thanks to him.

He'll have my thanks, m'lady.

And he'll have the rest of the payment

before he's missed it.

What payment?

The remainder of the debt.

I thought you'd know about it.

And so we do.

Of course we do.

I'm sorry, I was being absent-minded.

How much is it?

I've forgotten.

It's only the last 50 pounds.

He sent a check so I can pay off the full amount

and wipe the slate clean.

Well, thank you, Mr. Drewe.

I'm sure we have many fruitful years ahead of us.

Are you going to challenge him?

No.

If Papa believes enough in Drewe

to lend him the money and to hide it from us,

then that tells me something.

What exactly?

That you and I are in partnership

with a very decent man.

Mrs. Hughes, can I have a word?

I know you told Mr. Bates about me

while I was out yesterday.

He put me in a very difficult...

I'm afraid he guessed who it was.

But you denied it.

Denied it?

I swore on my mother's grave it wasn't him, God help me.

He seems to have accepted your word.

In fact, I'm moving back into the cottage.

Oh, I'm so pleased.

At least if I'm damned for all eternity,

it was to some purpose.

You won't be damned.

Mr. Bates has shown great generosity of spirit.

As I knew he would.

Eventually.

So we're going to try and put the whole thing behind us.

I hate to think of that evil man getting away soot free,

but maybe it's for the best.

I thought you'd like to know.

What are you grinning about?

What do you think?

He's not going!

Mr. Bates!

I'm so glad to see you.

Anna's told me what's gone on between you

and it's made me happier than I can say

to think it's all over and done with.

Nothing is over and done with, Mrs. Hughes.

But Anna said...

Do you think I would add to her burden

after all she's been through?

I don't know his name, so I can't tell it to you.

Not if you were to threaten me with a knife, Mr. Bates.

I understand, and I won't press you.

But be aware, nothing is over

and nothing is done with.