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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.