All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S04E06.eng

Shouldn't the hot toast
come to me first, Daisy?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

Why is Alfred getting
special treatment?

I'm sure he's not.

Why is he getting
special treatment?

Why do you think?

Because he's staying here
with us.

Oh, this is nice.

Mr. Napier and Mr. Blake
are coming up in a few days.

He asks if I'm serious
about their staying here.

And are you?

Certainly.

It could be useful.

They're writing a report
on why estates like this

are going wrong.

But you don't think Downton's
going wrong,

do you, m'lady?

No, but I wouldn't mind
having it confirmed.

You seem brighter lately.

Have things sorted
themselves out?

Not quite, but it's better, yes.

And you've moved back
into the cottage?

I have, m'lady.

Well, you're obviously
not going to tell me

what it was about,
but I'm glad if it's resolved.

Nothing for me?

Afraid not.

This is a fine kettle
of fish, I must say.

Your uncle Harold
is in a proper fix.

Why? What's he done this time?

Something to do with oil leases.

Who's Uncle Harold?

Cora's brother.

I always think him
rather good at business,

if nothing else.

But he seems to have backed
a very lame horse this time.

Why is he bothering you with it?

I'm not entirely sure.

What's that?

It's about the Tamworths.

We have Tamworths at Duneagle.

Daddy swears by them.

ROBERT:
It's a new thing for us.

We haven't done much
with pigs before.

I thought you were convinced.

I am, but I'm allowed
to be nervous.

Intensive farming's a big step.

Half past 8:00.

I must skedaddle.

Penny for your thoughts?

You'd pay twice that
not to know them.

If there was anything
I could do...

I know.

It's not your fault, it's mine.

Your husband is a breeder.

And brooders brood.

Then brood about me.

I'm making an anchovy sauce
for the fish soufflé.

Do you want to watch?

No, you're all right.

His heart's not in it anymore.

Oh, I think it is.

But when you fall off a horse,

you need a bit of time
to get back in the saddle.

Cousin Cora?

I think you can
call me Cora now.

I wouldn't dare
with Cousin Robert.

You must dare with me.

How can I help?

I wanted to tell you that
I've settled the surprise.

For his birthday.

Since you won't tell me
what it is,

I don't know what to say.

Good?

Well, the thing is,

I need Carson
to keep the secret.

Do you think he will?

It's only on the day,

and it's only 'til after dinner.

CORA: Mrs.
Hughes is the one for a secret.

Yes, that's true.

And it'll be she who
has to deal with it.

Second post, your ladyship.

Thank you, Spratt.

You haven't taken the netsuke
carving from here?

You know the one I mean;
the little ivory fisherman?

I know it,
but I've not touched it.

Not to wash it
or mend it or something?

No.

And who else has been
in this room

in the last day or so?

The maids, of course,
and young Pegg.

He was watering the pot plants,

but Betty was with him.

Watching all the time?

Well, no, she was cleaning.

But I wouldn't want her blamed.

Oh, I wouldn't blame her.

You know, of course, the netsuke
is very valuable?

That's the risk
with little things.

They fit into a pocket easily.

I have a feeling
most things would fit

into this particular pocket.

Thank you, Spratt.

M'lady.

We have to get the sums right.

We must speculate to accumulate.

So speaks the American
half of you.

Will you really go to America?

Don't worry.

I won't go until the pig
business is up and running.

We can give you masses
of introductions;

Grandmama and Uncle Harold
for a start.

Lord Grantham got a letter
from him this morning.

It wasn't good news.

I shouldn't worry.

It only means
a yacht's gone aground

or a girl's gone back to mother.

That's not what it sounded like.

Right, I'll get the car.

Anything to report?

It's nothing, I'm sure.

But Lady Rose
seems to have some secret

she wants Mrs. Hughes to keep.

That's more like it.

What secret?

I don't know,
but it'll be nothing.

Now I must take this up.

You were dismissed?

From one minute to the next?

Mr. Maley came over,
said I wasn't needed no more

and that was that.

It's disgraceful!

Is there nothing
you can do about it?

No.

But I don't understand it.

I had a good touch
with the greenhouses.

I did all the house plants.

I was working well.

I know I was.

I'm sure.

Right, I'll see if I can get
to the bottom of this.

I'm very grateful,
your ladyship.

I'm not your lady...
oh, never mind.

A band?

Shh!

No one must know.

We'll get the carpets rolled up

and everything arranged
during dinner

so that when his lordship
walks out of the dining room,

there it is.

And we're to hide them
until then?

Oh, hide them?

You just have
to keep them with you.

His lordship won't come
down here, will he?

So I've to find them
food and beds?

How many are there?

Six, I think.

But I'll check.

And her ladyship knows about it?

Well, not that it's a band

because it's a surprise
for her, too.

But she knows that
there is a surprise

and that you're
helping me with it.

Very well.

I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

I wonder why Lady Rose
was down here.

And I am afraid you will
continue to wonder.

That's very mysterious,
Mrs. Hughes.

You know me, Mr. Barrow:

A woman of mystery
if ever there was one.

But her secret won't affect us.

How can you be so sure?

Now you have got me worried.

I am sorry to hear that,
Mr. Barrow.

But now, you must let me get on.

All I know is this:

I find Pegg in this room
and my paper knife has gone;

he comes into the room again,

and a very valuable piece
of Japanese netsuke is missing.

Things, things, things!

I don't understand
your position.

Are you saying he's justified
in stealing my possessions?

Or do you not believe
he took them?

I am saying you put too much
importance on material objects

and not enough on justice.

Oh, really?

I wonder you don't just
set fire to the Abbey

and dance round it,
painted with woad and howling.

I might,
if it would do any good.

Ha, well...

I beg your pardon,
your ladyship.

No, don't apologize.

I am glad to have an ally
in the room.

This was found

in Betty's cleaning bucket.

It must've rolled in there
and she's just found it.

Oh?

Thank you, thank you.

I'm very relieved.

Relieved or irritated?

If that will be all, m'lady?

Aren't you going to say
you're sorry?

Certainly not.

He may not have taken this,

or he may have sneaked it
into the maid's bucket

when we weren't looking.

How you hate to be wrong!

I wouldn't know.

I am not familiar
with the sensation.

So you're determined
to dig in your heels?

I am sorry,

but whether or not he took this,
he certainly took the knife.

That is all I have to say
on the subject.

Edith?

Whatever's the matter?

Michael's vanished
into thin air.

Nobody's heard from him,
no one can reach him.

I'm sure it's just a failure
of communication.

If anything had happened,
we'd have heard.

Maybe.

I just wish to God
he'd pick up the telephone.

He will.

Come on.

We ought to get changed.

The last post.

One for me
and one for you, Alfred.

I've got it!

It's from the Ritz.

One of the chosen candidates
has got a job

and dropped out of the course,
and I was next.

I was fifth.

See, Jimmy?

I was the fifth.

I never said you weren't.

So they want you, do they?

Yes.

I'll have some catching up
to do, but I don't mind that.

Alfred, I'm so pleased for you.

We all are.

That's right.

Thank you.

When do you go?

As soon as I can, really.

The less I miss,
the less I'm behind.

But it's up to Mr. Carson.

I have no wish to stand
in your way, Alfred.

I'm sure I can manage
with James and Mr. Barrow.

So I can go? Now?

Wait until tomorrow.

We ought to let the family know.

Aren't you going
to congratulate him, Daisy?

MRS. PATMORE: Daisy, run into the
kitchen and put the kettle on.

You can leave that there.

If you need anything
washing through,

give it to me tonight.

And me.

We'll get you shipshape.

I'm quite nervous
now it's happened.

What's there to be
nervous about?

CARSON:
You're nervous

because you're
intelligent, Alfred.

Only stupid people
are foolhardy.

I'm ever so sorry, Daisy.

Are you?

When you're the one
that's driven him away?

How do you make that out?

Because you wanted Jimmy
and not him

and that's why
he were forced to go.

But you knew that.

Come on, girls.

Dry your tears

and let's get on
with the dinner.

Ivy, come and beat these eggs.

You're back.

I thought you must have
missed the last train.

No, but I only just caught it.

Do you want some dinner?

I ate in the restaurant car.

You weren't very long in London.

There wasn't much to do,

just sign some papers
for a trust

that Billy Sheffield's
set up for his son.

What will that entail?

Mainly telling the boy
to drink less

and to be nicer to his mother.

CORA: We learned at dinner
that Alfred's leaving.

He's got a place on the Ritz
cookery course, after all.

Ah?

I'm sorry to cut
and run, m'lord.

Don't worry about that.

We're proud of you.

You must return one day
as a famous chef.

Now you're back, m'lord,

there's something
I wanted to say.

I've been well treated
in this house.

And I wanted you all to know
that I'm very grateful.

Thank you, Alfred.

Mr. Carson has been a kind...

...and wonderful teacher.

Much more, and we shall all
burst into tears.

CARSON:
I'm sorry, my lord.

Come along, Alfred,
let's get back to work.

How's my birthday dinner
coming on?

How do you know
about the dinner?

The Colthursts rang yesterday
and said they'd love to come.

Weren't we all sworn to secrecy?

Golly, people are so hopeless.

I don't mind.

It won't spoil it if it's
not a surprise, not for me.

There may still be a surprise.

So I should hope.

So what about tomorrow?

I know you'll enjoy it.

MRS. PATMORE:
What are you going to see?

The Sheik.

Ooh, I like that
Rudolph Valentino.

Oh, he makes me shiver all over.

What a very disturbing thought.

Let us go for a date.

We could leave
when we've dressed them,

and be back in time
to put them to bed.

Lady Mary wouldn't mind.

Why not?

It's been a long time
since we went out to dine.

Too long.

I quite agree.

Will you send a message
to Mr. Molesley in the morning?

Why should I?

Because Alfred's going.

So?

Won't you need him now?

I'll need a new footman, yes.

But Mr. Molesley has,
as the saying goes,

had his chance and missed it.

MRS. HUGHES:
You don't mean that.

Not when he agreed
to come last time.

Yes, he agreed.

Much as Kaiser Bill
agreed to abdicate:

With the greatest
possible reluctance.

But surely...

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes.

Young Alfred gave thanks tonight

for the courtesy
and the kindness

that he has received here,

both from the family
and from me,

and that is what I like to see.

Gratitude.

I don't want someone
who has to be dragged

into the house by his heels.

Yes, but Mr. Molesley
has had a lot to...

A lot to put up with?

We've all had a lot
to put up with, Mrs. Patmore,

and it is not made easier
by working with people

who don't want to be here.

It may be worse than you think.

It wouldn't surprise me

if they were getting ready
to lay some people off.

Why would that concern
Lady Rose?

I'm not sure,
but Mrs. Hughes seems to think

we could all be affected.

You've got to find out more.

But how?

You'll think of something.

I'll arrange something tomorrow,
book somewhere special.

If you'd like.

I know it can't be the same
as it used to be.

I don't deceive myself
about that.

But I want to make
some new memories,

good memories,

so it's not as if
all our happiness was before.

I'm happy whenever
I look at you.

But you're not, are you?

Everything is shadowed.

Every moment we share
is shadowed.

You're right.

Let's have one evening
when we don't think about it.

We leave it all behind.

Thank you.

Tonight I'll change
before the gong.

I've a committee meeting

and then we're all
dining together

in some frightful hotel.

I should leave around 6:00.

What would you like
to wear, m'lady?

Well, I don't want
to insult them.

I should look as if
I've tried...

Elegant but sensible.

I know.

I'll let you choose.

Thank you.

Don't forget to write.

And good luck.

I know you'll get what you want.

Do you?

Because I don't always.

Just remember, you're
as good as any Frenchman.

I don't care what they say.

Ah, you're off.

Well, all the luck in the world.

Don't do anything I wouldn't do.

That gives you a bit of leeway.

Where's Daisy?

In the kitchen.

There's a car
waiting to take you.

I've just got to...

I'm off.

Good-bye, then.

Daisy, I'm sorry
if I've hurt you.

You're a good person and you're
going to make some man

very happy one day,

but I'm afraid it were never
going to be me.

Good luck.

I mean it.

You work hard
and you know what you want.

I hope you do well, Alfred.

I think you will.

Alfred.

Come along,
you've not a minute to lose.

Thank you, Daisy.

That means a lot to me.

An awful lot.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

Good morning, ma'am.

I'm afraid you've just missed
her ladyship

and she'll be gone
for some time.

What a shame.

Thank you.

Uh...

Oh, my goodness.

I feel a bit dizzy.

Might I sit down for a moment?

Of course, ma'am.

Please come in.

May I fetch you
a glass of water?

No, thank you, Spratt.

I just need to sit quietly
for a few minutes.

Certainly, ma'am.

Please ring
if you need anything.

Eureka!

You've been kind,
but I'm feeling much better,

so I'll be on my way.

Oh!

Would you give this
to Lady Grantham

on her return?

I found it down the side
of the chair I was sitting in.

She will be pleased.

She was very upset at its loss.

I hope she'll be pleased.

I'm not certain that she will,
but I hope so.

Mr. Molesley?

What can I do for you?

I was at the station
this morning...

we're renewing
the gravel out front...

and I ran into young Alfred.

He was off on his way to London.

Yes.

So as he is going after all,
I thought I'd look in

to confirm my willingness
to return to Downton.

Mr. Molesley, I am glad you are,
as you put it, "willing."

But I cannot feel the word
expresses the kind of enthusiasm

I'm looking for
in a new footman.

What?

When we last discussed it,
you made it quite clear

that you didn't wish to plunge
down the ladder of preferment.

I was...

I was willing to.

As you keep saying,

but I don't want
to humiliate you.

You feel you're meant
for better things

and I won't contradict you.

Unfortunately, we have no higher
place to offer in this house.

I know, but I said...

And you have your pride,
and I respect you for it.

Good day, Mr. Molesley.

Mrs. Crawley and Dr. Clarkson,
your ladyship.

Oh?

To what do I owe this treat?

Lady Grantham, you've
already changed for dinner.

We'll come back tomorrow.

No.

My curiosity
would not brook such a delay.

Did Spratt give you
the paper knife?

Yes.

Then it's quite clear

that Pegg did not steal it.

Or are you going to argue now
that he sneaked it back in here

when he realized what kind
of trouble he was in?

Well...

It's a thought.

But a despicable one!

What can I say to persuade you

out of your injustice
and stubbornness?

Can't you see the damage you do?

Now, hold your horses,
Mrs. Crawley.

Lady Grantham
has a right of reply.

Thank you, Dr. Clarkson.

Now, if you will put up
your cudgels for a moment...

Oh, Spratt,

has the young gardener Pegg

brought in the vegetables yet?

What?

He's in the kitchen now, m'lady.

Yes, please ask him
to step in here.

Into the drawing room,
your ladyship?

Well, ask him
to remove his boots,

if that will soothe your nerves.

I don't understand.

No, if you wish
to understand things,

you must come out from behind
your prejudice and listen.

Your ladyship?

Yes.

Could you give an account
to Mrs. Crawley

of what transpired between us
this afternoon?

Um, sorry, m'lady?

Tell her what I said to you.

Her ladyship sent for me,
so I came.

She said she'd been mistaken
in saying that I were a thief,

which she knew now to be untrue.

She gave me my job back,

said she were sorry,

and asked if I could
forgive her.

Which you have.

I certainly have, Doctor.

Thank you.

You may go.

Out. Come on.

Well?

Well...

I'd say that was game, set
and match to Lady Grantham.

MARY: You're dining
at the Netherby?

I know.

It's quite something,
isn't it, m'lady?

I don't think
we've eaten in a hotel

since before we were married.

You don't mind, do you?

Not at all.

And don't rush back.

It won't kill me
to get myself to bed.

I'll be back, don't you worry.

Did I tell you that Mr. Napier
and Mr. Blake will be here

in time for dinner
on his lordship's birthday?

Rather a baptism of fire.

How long are they going to stay?

I'm not sure.

It's open-ended,

which Granny
would never approve of.

Bates?

I don't seem to have it.

Could you look again?

Because we definitely made
a reservation.

Maybe each of you thought
the other one had done it?

I made the booking.

I'm afraid we're
very full tonight.

The Countess of Grantham
has a large party with her.

Lady Grantham's here?

Among our patrons

are some of the greatest names
in Yorkshire Society,

and the Countess is among them.

Yes, we know her.

Hmph.

Oh, these people are claiming
to know you, your ladyship.

Well, we didn't...

I know them both
very well indeed.

Are you dining here tonight,
Anna?

BATES: We were,
but there seems to be

a mix-up with the table.

Well, I'm sure
it can be sorted out.

In a jiffy, m'lady, in a jiffy.

If you would like
to wait one moment.

Well, that seems to have
made a difference.

Thank God he's a snob.

But m'lady, I promise you
we never...

I'm sure not,

but don't let's spoil
the effect now.

To be honest,
I wish I could join you,

but I'd better get back.

Well, if you'd like
to follow me?

Thank you.

And, uh, please excuse
the little hiccup earlier.

It will be the last.

Ah, yes.

I do apologize, my lady.

But this came
in the evening post

and it appears
to have been overlooked.

Not to worry.

Is anything the matter?

No.

Not at all.

Why, Mr. Molesley,
how can we help you?

I was wondering if by any chance
Mr. Carson had changed his mind.

I'm afraid not.

I'd have thought
he'd value my caution,

my wanting to weigh up the pros
and cons before rushing in.

So is this it, then?

Do I just go back
to mending the roads?

Oh, don't give up so easily.

Now, let me get
some more hot water.

JIMMY:
Look, there's a seat over there.

Let's sit down.

We're not in a hurry.

IVY:
If you say so.

It's such a lovely night.

Look at that moon.

It's as bright as a light bulb.

So what do you make of this
Valentino chappie, then?

Is he your type?

He is not.

I think he's slithery.

If I were Agnes Ayres, I'd have
gone straight back to London

as quick as I could find a boat.

So you don't like romance?

Well, I wouldn't say that.

Get off!

Will you get off me?!

I've been good to you, Ivy.

I've been polite.

I've taken you to the theater
and to the cinema.

I've never been that nice
to any girl before.

Am I supposed to feel lucky?

It's dishonest to grab a bloke
for all he can offer

without giving him nothing
in return.

I don't think
it's playing the game.

Well, I'm not playing your game.

You'd better get used
to that idea!

Here's to us.

I'm sorry.

I was a fool to think

we could leave it behind.

Don't be sorry.

I'm sorry.

But you see,
every time I remember

what you've been through...

...I want to murder.

But I'm not a victim.

That's not who I am.

The worst part is that
you see me as a victim.

No, my darling.

I see you as a woman
I should have protected.

I'm the failure here, not you.

Can I interrupt?

I wondered if you'd like
a lift home.

Stark's outside.

That seems such an imposition.

Not at all.

And it should mean
you'll get a table here

for the rest of your life.

Could we have our coats, please?

The three of us?

It would be my pleasure!

This is very kind
of you, m'lady.

Have you had a good evening?

Yes.

Yes, very good, thank you.

Well, don't sound so hesitant.

Or the maitre d'
will kill himself.

No, we've had a lovely time.

He didn't hurt you.

No.

But he asked for things
no man should want

before they're married.

Yes, I think we're a bit more
clear about that than they are.

I s'pose he's been sweet-talking
me so he could have his way.

And all this time,
I thought he was so nice.

I wonder how many women
have said that

since the Norman Conquest.

Alfred would never have done
such a thing.

He had too much respect.

Don't start.

What do you mean?

You break Alfred's heart,

so now he's alone in a city
that terrifies him.

You break my heart

by driving him away.

I don't care about your
good opinion of Alfred.

If you'd discovered it earlier,

you'd have spared us
a lot of grief!

What was all that about?

Oh, I'd say it was about
the fact that you had it coming.

It was nice of you
to give them a lift.

I was glad to, but...

I may be mistaken,

but I'm afraid things have
gone wrong between those two.

That's sad to hear.

It's not just a case
of a marriage gone sour.

Anna's been hurt somehow

and Bates feels he should have
protected her.

I don't want any of that
to leave this room, Baxter.

Of course not, m'lady.

Edith?

My most darling girl,
what's the matter?

But I'm not your most
darling girl, am I?

I love my children equally.

I don't know why people say that

when it's almost never true.

Look, if this is
about Michael Gregson,

do you want me to get involved?

Send someone over there?

No.

His office
has already done that.

There's a detective
in Munich now,

working with the German police.

Then you just have
to be patient.

I want to know what's happened.

If he's trapped somewhere
or falsely imprisoned

or even dead!

I mean it.

If the worst's happened,
I want to know.

It's just so impossible
to plan in this fog.

Well, I'm sure he's not dead.

No, you aren't.

Because none of us can be.

But how was she hurt?

What happened to her?

I'm just telling you what
her ladyship told Lady Mary.

I don't know anything else.

Then keep your ears open.

I always do.

What's the matter?

I don't really like
telling tales.

You knew the conditions
when you came here.

I did.

So what's changed?

She's polite.

She's...

considerate.

I don't feel she's deserved it.

Now, listen.

What you have to decide is
where your first loyalties are.

With her or with me?

All right.

Have it your own way.

Oh, I intend to.

Thank you.

It's so kind of you all
to have us.

Isn't it, Charles?

It is.

We're anxious to do our bit.

What do you mean by that?

Well, you're here
to advise the landowners

on how to get through
this crisis, aren't you?

To save the estates
that need saving?

I'm afraid Evelyn may have given
you the wrong impression.

In what way?

The government is aware that,
up and down the country,

great estates are being sold
in large numbers.

Precisely.

North Yorkshire has a lot
of these estates,

big and small,
and many are in difficulty.

We will have every variety
of problem to study.

And you're here to help.

Not quite.

We're here to analyze
the situation

and ask whether our society
is shifting fundamentally.

Will it affect
food production, and so on.

So you don't care
about the owners.

Just about food supply.

If that's how you want
to put it.

And doesn't that seem
mean-spirited?

Mr. Lloyd George
is more concerned

with feeding the population
than rescuing the aristocracy.

That doesn't seem
mean-spirited to me.

I'm afraid you may find us
disappointing guests

if you want us to stay up

till 2:00 in the morning
being witty.

Don't worry, I don't expect
Mr. Blake to be witty.

ROBERT:
How long will you be with us?

Until the job is done
and we can write a report.

If you'll have us.

You must be sure to get rid
of us when we become a nuisance.

The gong is rung at 7:00

and we meet
in the drawing room at 8:00.

You know it's Robert's birthday?

So you must try to be witty
tonight, Mr. Blake.

After that, we'll lower
our expectations.

CORA:
The girls will show you up.

ANNA:
Hello, Mr. Molesley.

There's a chair here.

No, I'm not here to eat.

Why have you come, then?

Mrs. Hughes sent for me.

She said that you had
a big party tonight

and it would be useful
to Mrs. Patmore

if I served the servants' tea.

What?

Mrs. Patmore has a lot to do.

Mr. Molesley said he would help.

To serve the servants' tea?!

He's not proud,
Mr. Carson.

He wants to be useful
where he can be.

Oh, all right!

I give in.

I cannot fight a war
on every front.

Mr. Carson?

Look out a livery.

You can start tonight,
move in tomorrow.

Thank you, Mr. Carson,
very much.

And don't forget the gloves!

Lady Rose?

Can I help?

Oh, please don't let me
disturb you,

but I wanted to make a speech.

Mrs. Hughes may have told you...

I haven't yet.

Well, we should tell them now.

As a treat for his lordship,

a London band is coming
to play after dinner.

A London band?

That's the berries.

From a nightclub called
The Lotus.

A nightclub, m'lady?

Really?

But it must be
a complete surprise.

No one knows anything,
and they mustn't.

That is, her ladyship knows that
something's going to happen,

but even she doesn't know what.

And you think she'll be pleased?

She'll be thrilled.

We'll look after your secret.

Until then, if you can just
make them comfortable.

I know musicians are outside
your daily round.

Don't worry about that, my lady.

We can take it in our stride.

We may be Yorkshiremen,

but we do know a little
of life in the city.

MAN:
Hello?

Uh, is anyone there?

I think this is where
we're supposed to be.

Welcome to Downton!

I thought I'd come up early
and spend some time with George.

I told Nanny I'd feed him,
but now you can do it.

He'd like that.

Oh, I doubt it.

He probably thinks,
"Who's this funny old lady?"

But never mind.

By the way,
I thought I'd be Grandmama

and then Cora can be Granny.

And what about Sybbie?

What should she call you?

Well, Aunt Isobel, I think.

I'm not quite her real aunt,
but I nearly am.

Did I read somewhere that
your friend Lord Gillingham

is engaged to be married?

Yes.

To Miss Lane Fox.

I hope you don't mind.

I should so hate for you
to be unhappy.

I'm not unhappy.

I'm just not quite ready
to be happy.

When I got engaged,

I was so in love with Reginald,
I felt sick.

I was sick with love.

Literally.

It seems so odd to think
about it now, it really does.

It was the same for me;

as if I'd gone mad
or been hypnotized or something.

For days, weeks,
all I could think about was her.

And me.

I was standing outside
in the snow

and I didn't have a coat,

but I wasn't cold,

because all I kept thinking was,

"He's going to propose,
he's going to propose..."

Well.

Aren't we the lucky ones?

Oh, look who's here!

Hello!

Hello, Sybbie!

Have you never thought
of visiting Africa?

And why should I go
to Africa, Mr. Carson?

I'm no more African
than you are.

Well, not much more.

My people came over
in the 17903.

We won't go into why or how.

Oh no, no, better left unsaid.

Mr. Ross, you've uncovered
something about the past

that Mr. Carson
doesn't approve of.

Well done.

Not so fast, Mrs. Hughes.

We led the world in the fight
against slavery.

Remember Lord Henley's
judgment of 1763?

"If a man sets foot on English
soil, then he is free."

Don't undo Mr. Ross's
good work.

Ivy, when I said that, I...

Oh, my goodness,
is that the time?

I'm first down.

I just wanted to check
everything was on track.

I've given them something to eat

because they'll be playing

when the servants
are having their dinner.

Yes, that's very kind of you.

Wait 'til Carson has everyone
securely in their seats

before you start setting up.

I will.

Well, she's quite a character.

Lady Rose?

That's one word for her.

MARY: But I can't help feeling
sorry for the poor pigs.

Do you eat bacon?

Yes.

Sausages?

Yes.

Then you are a sentimentalist
who cannot face the truth.

I'm not often called
sentimental.

Your friend seems
to be putting Mary

through her paces.

EVELYN: I'm afraid Charles
is challenged by anyone

with a sense of entitlement.

You mean Mary feels
entitled to take charge?

She's welcome
to take charge of me.

Molesley.

Glad to be back?

Surprised, more like, m'lady.

But I s'pose I'll be called
Joseph now.

I don't think I can manage that.

Nor can I.

Carson, you don't mind

if we go on calling Molesley
Molesley, do you?

Of course not, m'lord.

Why do you want to emigrate?

Because I realize that
I'll never fit in at Downton.

They're very fond of you here.

I think they are,
and I'm fond of them.

I love them, really.

That surprises me to say it.

But I'm not one of them,
and I cannot make a life here.

Why not?

Would there be another
Earl's daughter

who'd be keen to take me on,
do you think?

Well, I don't know.

It would depend on her.

No, she wouldn't.

There aren't many
as free as my Sybil.

Well, I agree with that.

80 should I bring a nice Irish
working girl to live here?

Would that make everyone comfy?

Isobel really appears to be
coming out of the mist.

I'm so pleased.

Don't be too pleased.

Part of her recovery
is going back into battle.

If she's fighting
for her causes again,

that seems a good sign.

A sign of what?

That we should close
the shutters and bar the door?

She likes to fight
for what she believes in.

Oh, no, it is not a matter
of what she likes.

It is her fuel.

Some people run on greed,
lust, even love.

She runs on indignation.

I'm catching the ladies' eye.

No!

Rose?

No, we're not splitting tonight!

We're all going out together!

MARY: What on earth
is she talking about?

What?

Quick! Play!

JACK ROSS:
And a one, two, three!

Happy birthday, Cousin Robert!

I say!

♪ I'm just wild about Harry ♪

♪ And Harry's wild about me ♪

♪ The heavenly blisses
of his kisses ♪

♪ Fill me with ecstasy ♪

♪ He's sweet
just like chocolate candy ♪

♪ And just like honey
from bees... ♪

Who is this singer
and how did he get here?

Isn't it rather odd?

No, I think it's fun.

EDITH: But Granny,
is it really suitable

that Rose has brought
this man here?

My dear, we country-dwellers
must beware of being provincial.

Try and let your time in London
rub off on you a little more.

I'd love to know which estates
you're going to examine.

I'm sure you would.

You mustn't be too discreet.

After a while,
it gets a little dull.

You seem to have brought
a traitor into our midst.

Not a traitor.

An enemy, then.

He's obviously not on our side.

BRANSON:
It is a bit wild.

Jazz at Downton Abbey.

I think it's lovely.

You see, Tom, things
can happen at Downton

that no one imagined
even a few years ago.

Take heart from that
before you throw in the towel.

Is this your first experience
of jazz, Lady Grantham?

Oh, is that what it is?

Do you think any of them know
what the others are playing?

Hmm?

♪ He's just wild about,
cannot do without ♪

♪ He's just wild about me. ♪

Did you ask me to come down?

I did.

We've made some sandwiches
for you and the others,

as I doubt you'll be off duty
before midnight.

We'll set a little table
inside the green baize door.

MRS. PATMORE: They sound
good from down here.

If you like that sort of thing.

I thought Mr. Ross
was very nice.

So did I, strange to relate.

Though it's still
an odd sort of thing

to be happening at Downton.

It makes you want to jig about,
though, doesn't it?

Certainly not!

I think we've done enough now
to show that we're good sports.

Of course.

I do think
it was a brilliant idea,

but it must be costing Rose
a fortune.

MARY:
Shall we chip in?

Or pay it.

Get the band leader
to send me the bill.

I'll go down
at the end of the night

and catch him before he leaves.

I'm afraid I don't share
your enthusiasm for her.

Why not?

She's the type who demands
all this as a right.

But she wants it on a plate.

She won't work for it
and she won't fight for it.

And that type doesn't
deserve to survive.

I don't want to make trouble,

but she feels
much the same about you.

Oh, Edith.

I wish you'd tell me
what's wrong.

How do you know
something's wrong?

Because I'm your mother.

Is it Michael?

Is there more news?

Not really.

He went to Munich
a few weeks ago.

That's all they know.

Well, of course you're worried.

Well, it's not often
that a birthday surprise

really is a surprise.

I just hope we haven't shocked
the servants too much.

Carson was ready to faint.

Although, amazingly,
he told me that the band leader

was "a very decent fellow,
m'lord,"

so perhaps we'll make
a modern of him, after all.

I doubt it.

Oh, and there's no news
on Mr. Gregson.

He's still missing.

Edith told me.

But I'm sure he'll be fine.

By the way, did you ever read
that letter from Harold?

I did, and I've had one
from Mother.

I didn't want to bother you,
but I think he's in a deep hole.

Have we ever met
this Senator Fall?

Not that I remember.

I suppose he may be innocent.

Nothing's been proved.

The one thing
that has been proved

is that Harold was a fool
to get involved.

Don't get riled about it now.

Come to bed
and dream of ragtime.

Is anyone still awake?

Mary!

What are you doing down here?

I was looking for Mr. Ross.

Mr. Ross, I wanted to thank you
for a marvelous evening.

And also to ask you
if you would be kind enough

to send the bill
to his lordship.

But that's not necessary.

He wants to.

He says your present was
arranging the whole thing.

Of course.

And now it's my turn
to thank you.

I've been so well
looked after here.

I'm glad to hear it.

Well, good night.