All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S05E07.eng

Gracious, Mama. It's not like you
to meet a train. Ripped By mstoll

My dear, I'm taking you
straight to the house.

We'll go back and change
and return for dinner.

Do we know what time she left yesterday?

Not precisely. The rest of us were
at the point to point.

- We heard when we got back.
- So what are we going to say now?

I've been awake the whole night.
There's only one thing we can say.

- We have to tell Cora.
- Well, isn't that rather a betrayal?

If anything happens to Edith
and Cora learns later we knew all along,

she would never forgive us.

And I wouldn't blame her.

You see, as a mother, it is her right.

But you don't plan to tell Robert?
He is Edith's father.

He's a man. Men don't have rights.

They telephoned Lady Rosamund last night.

- She's on her way here now.
- It seems very hard

they should have guests staying and
more coming for dinner with this going on.

I suppose they couldn't put them off
without telling them why.

It'll make for a funny evening.

- We still don't know anything.
- Well, we know she's in London.

The station master says
she bought a ticket for King's Cross.

But where can she be hiding?

It seems a terrific
imposition for us to be here.

Should we just leave?

Why? We've got Dicky Merton,
the Sinderbys and their son

- arriving at any minute.
- We could put them off.

Oh, please don't. They're looking
forward to it awfully.

- You mean you are.
- I don't think we should.

We have to give the impression that Edith
has simply gone away to stay somewhere.

How terribly worrying this is for you.
I'm so sorry.

Oh, why the song and dance?
Edith's gone away. So what?

Er, we three should go for a walk
and leave them to talk.

Tony can be our guide. He must know
the gardens pretty well by now.

Maybe we should take some air. I think
we might emulate the others

and let Cora show us the garden.

I'm not sure what good that'll do.

When I say we need some air,
we need some air. Cora?

If it's what you want. Mary, you can
manage the children when they get here.

Of course.

There's a person downstairs, m'lady.
A Mrs Drewe from Yew Tree Farm.

She's very anxious to see you.

Oh. Well, you'd better show
her to my sitting room.

I'm sorry, Mama. You go ahead without me.

I can take you for a walk if you like.

Why would I want a walk?

I'm going in to change.

I'll sneak upstairs, so
I don't disturb them.

See you at dinner.

Not if I see you first.

(SCOFFS)

I don't understand.

You're so well suited and
you're much more relaxed with her

than you are with Mary.

- Yes.
- You must admit it's odd.

When Mary's trying to break it off
and Mabel's dying for love of you.

I know, but you see,
I can't break it off with Mary. Not now.

Why not?

Well, I won't explain it but suffice to say
it wouldn't be honourable.

You are an old dear if you think
I don't know what you're talking about.

But isn't it up to Maw?

(SIGHS) It's not what she wants.

Not really.

Well, did she look like a woman today

trying to rid herself of a suitor?

You're muddling her instinct,
which is to hold every man in thrall,

and her wish, which is to break up.

I'm not convinced.

I wish you would be, for everyone's sake.

Who was that letter from?

Mr Brook, he's got a new job in Salford,

so he doesn't want to renew the lease.

We need to find another tenant, damn it.

Don't be ungrateful. I bless your mother
every day for leaving us that house.

When you have property, you have choices.

So what should we do?

After he's gone, let's ask
for time off together,

go down and see what condition
he's left it in. Then we can plan.

Why are you smiling?

Because wherever I see a problem,
you see only possibilities.

Did you both know?

Mrs Drewe told me Rosamund knew
you went to see the child with Edith.

- Yes.
- And you never thought to tell me

- that I have a third grandchild?
- Edith didn't want me to.

I suppose this makes sense
of that bewildering trip to Switzerland.

Well, what else was I to do?
She wouldn't get rid of it.

- Get rid of it?
- It was her idea.

But she wouldn't go through with it
in the end.

And what did you know?

Well, not quite as much.

I knew why they were in Switzerland,

I thought she'd left the baby there.

That was the idea. Edith
didn't stick to it.

And you never thought to involve me,
her own mother?

You, Rosamund, you looked
at that little girl

and you never thought
it was my business, too?

Well, we wanted to contain it,

to make as little noise abroad as possible.

So what changed? What tipped her over
the edge and into running away?

Well, I suppose we all knew
Mr Gregson was dead

but the confirmation
must have been very upsetting.

And Mrs Drewe was being difficult.

Clearly the child couldn't
stay there indefinitely.

- So we thought...
- What did you think?

That it would be better and safer
if the girl were sent abroad.

Well, now we have it. Edith was told
her child would be taken away.

Are you going to say anything to Robert?

No. I agree with one thing.
The secret is not ours to tell.

Somehow we must find Edith

and we must hear from her what she wants.

M'lady,

I'm sorry to bother you.

What is it, Mrs Hughes?

It may have slipped your mind, m'lady,

but do you remember I gave you a train
ticket when we came to London

for Lady Rose's ball?

It was a return ticket that I found in
the pocket of Mr Bates' overcoat?

Of course I remember.

MRS HUGHES: I don't suppose you put it
anywhere for safekeeping?

- Why?
- Because we were wrong.

Far from proving that
Mr Bates went to London

on the day Mr Green died,
it proved he didn't.

He bought the ticket in York
but changed his mind

and that's why it was never given in.

So it was proof of his innocence,
not his guilt?

That's about the size of it.

I'm afraid I burnt it, Mrs Hughes.

Atticus!

Hello.

- Hello, Lord and Lady Sinderby.
- Good evening, Rose.

- Er, you know my cousin?
- Of course. We were in awe

- of your courage yesterday.
- Well, courage or foolhardiness.

Come and see Mama and Papa.

To be honest, we're in the middle
of rather a drama,

which I'll tell you about
but you mustn't let on.

Our first secret.

This is cold, so it can go up now
but cover it till it's served.

Shall we work on Vanity Fair
when you're finished tonight?

- I don't know.
- Well, I'll ask you later.

Lord Merton's arrived, so everyone's here.

- I'll announce it when you're ready.
- I will be by the time you say it.

- You're very glum.
- Am I?

Oh, don't tell me your enthusiasm
for learning is drying up.

- Maybe. Have you read the papers lately?
- I wish I had the time.

Mr MacDonald seems to limp
from crisis to crisis.

They were going to do so much
when they came in,

the first Labour Government!
And now I doubt if they last the year.

Don't take it personally.

But I do. When I think about it,
it seems to me that we're trapped,

held fast in a system that gives us
no value and no freedom.

- Oi, speak for yourself.
- I am. I do.

And now I'm wondering, is it worth it me
trying to better myself? What's the point?

That's it. They're coming in.

Miss Baxter.

I'm afraid you think
I've got you both into trouble.

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do. I said I had no proof.
I gave them nothing that would stand up.

- Why did you have to say anything?
- I was in a difficult position.

So now you've put us in one.

I'm very sorry. I am, truly.

I have to clean some shoes.

Are you enjoying Yorkshire?

Well, first, we and Yorkshire
have to get used to each other.

But you haven't come up against
too many impassable barriers?

Lord Grantham, we both know what we're
up against. Happily, we're used to it.

Well, you won't have any trouble with us.
Lady Grantham's father was Jewish.

That isn't always a guarantee of tolerance,
so it's a relief to hear you say it.

Atticus seems to be very taken
with your niece

and I must say... (CHUCKLES)

I find her quite charming.

Does Lord Sinderby approve?

Well, you know,
he needs time to settle into things.

Your mother never considered converting?

I don't believe so.

Was it difficult

having a different religion
from your father's?

Not that I recall.

But you're not ashamed of him?

Lord Sinderby, I would point out
that we never changed our name.

Hmm. It was my grandfather's decision.

I thought of changing it back but the
family felt they were English now

and they wanted to stay English.

Have you decided at last
whether you're leaving?

"At last" is the right phrase but I
want to make sure I do the right thing.

I don't want to disrupt Sybbie's life

and then regret it.

You know they all want you to stay?

That only makes it more difficult.

Lord Grantham was saying that Gregson
left Lady Edith his publishing company.

Yes. That's right.

Then shouldn't someone telephone
the office? Won't she go there?

- They must know where to find her.
- Of course.

(CHUCKLES)

- How clever you are.
- Am I?

It seems rather obvious to me.

Your mother and Robert are hitting it off.

She's not the problem.

- Oh?
- My father's the tough nut.

My people are the other way round. My
father's a darling and my mother's the nut.

Then we shall crack them
against each other.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

It's strange how some people
get married and married

and we can't manage it once.

Dogs barking in wrong trees spring to mind.

Tony, I'm sorry if you feel
I'm tracking you round the country

but I can't give up just yet.

We'd be so very happy if you'd let us.

And I won't be if I don't?

I remember my mother telling me
that in the end,

happiness is a matter of choice.

Some people choose to be happy

and others select a course that leads only
to frustration and disappointment.

And I'm one of the latter?

I terribly hope not. For my sake.

I have a little announcement.

- Are you sure?
- I am.

You might like to know

that Lord Merton and I have decided
that we should get married.

(PEOPLE GASPING AND LAUGHING)

How lovely!

Well, this calls for a toast.
I give you Mrs Crawley,

or should I say the future Lady Merton?

ALL: The future Lady Merton.

The future Lady Merton.

Naturally, it was the last thing
I ever thought would happen.

(CHUCKLING)

- I forced her into it.
- He wooed me into it

and I'm terribly pleased he did.

Well...

What's the matter, Granny?

I'm just worried about Edith.

I can't think why.

My dear, a lack of compassion
can be as vulgar as an excess of tears.

Ah, Daisy. Have you decided?

Shall we discuss
the vices of Miss Becky Sharp?

I'm tired. I'm going up.
Goodnight, Mrs Patmore.

What was that about?

Oh, she had such hopes of the
Labour Government, she feels let down.

But she mustn't give up.

I don't recall your being this keen
when Miss Bunting was teaching her.

I wouldn't interfere with a professional

but now that she's gone,
I'd like to help if I can.

Sounds to me as if you've missed
out on your vocation.

Tell Daisy. Perhaps you
can change her mind.

- She wouldn't listen to me.
- Well spotted.

What about Mr Mason?

Funnily enough,
Mr Barrow might be right for once.

Might we get him to speak to her?

Let me think on it.

I'm sorry if I seem distracted
but I'm truly so happy for both of you.

I thought I'd give a dinner,
so she can meet my sons.

Well, she has met Larry before.

Let's hope she's forgotten.

Why don't we do it here?
We could invite Granny and everyone.

You are my godfather
and lsobel's the grandmother of my child.

Oh, please, let's. It
seems only right, Mama.

- Of course. If you'd like.
- Well, that would be very kind.

A signing of the bond between our families.

I wish we didn't know the anguish
lurking behind this jolly evening.

You love other people's secrets.

Not these days.

I can't tell you why I can't leave Mary
but you'd understand if I did.

Just promise me it's a struggle.

- More than you know.
- Hmm.

We must go, but it's been such fun.

I hope you'll come to us next time.
We should love it.

I suppose now we just have to wait
and see what happens.

There's no need to hurry
them into anything.

They're both very young.

Well, I would be delighted
if something were to come of it.

Goodnight, Lady Grantham, Lady Rosamund.

The door, please.

They're so easy in each other's company.

- Anyone can see it.
- But he won't let me go.

Because you refuse to make it clear
that you want him to.

Just as he's moving off, you tug his strings.
Send a clear message and he'll go. I promise.

What is that message?

We'll think of something.

Atticus says
the London office of the magazine

must know how to get in touch with Edith.

I thought we weren't going to tell anyone.

- Well, he's not "anyone", is he?
- Of course not.

We could ring them tomorrow
but maybe I should just go there.

- Mr Aldridge is leaving.
- Oh.

- I'll train up in the morning.
- I'm coming with you.

I'm not going. But I'll have
a horrible day worrying. Trust me.

How can you imagine I'll
ever trust you again?

- She doesn't mean it, Mama.
- On the contrary,

it's the most honest thing
she's ever said to me.

- Here you are.
- Thank you.

Is our life overcomplicated?

In what way?

Mrs Patmore is buying a house up here.

Why don't we sell the London house
and do the same?

We could rent it out
as long as we want to work at Downton.

And then live in it when we retire?

We had a dream once
of a small hotel in the area.

And a London house, even a little one,
would buy something substantial up here.

I hate to say his name

but do you feel the whole business
of Mr Green might be over?

For us, I mean?

Well, they seem to have accepted the fact
that I spent the day in York

and Miss Baxter has given them
nothing new to go on.

So we can dare to plan our future again?

- Like normal people?
- Does that mean what I hope it means?

Mr Bates, I thought you'd decided to believe
me when I said that device was Lady Mary's?

I do believe you. I don't know why
she wanted it but I believe you.

Well, then.

You don't suppose there's anything wrong
with us, do you?

No.

I think it takes some people longer
than others. That's all.

What would I do without you?

Did they get away?

Just about. The train
was late, thank heaven.

- And it isn't going to be Tony?
- I don't think so.

- Nor Charles?
- He decided that before I did.

Well, well. I don't suppose your ancient
father's opinion on these matters

- carries much weight?
- Afraid not.

And I've just remembered
I said I'd go and see Granny.

So, I don't think Tony is going to be
my next son-in-law.

I don't believe he is.

(SIGHS)

Pity.

I would have been so pleased,
but there we are.

You're really not yourself,
are you, old girl?

What about you? We don't want you to be
on your own forever, you know.

Just to pick someone
who shares the family's values.

(LAUGHS)

Someone who feels friendly towards us,
it's not the same thing.

No. You're right.

And I don't blame you
for the departure of Miss Bunting.

I didn't want to spend my life
in a bare knuckle fight.

But somethings changed. I feel it.

I may as well tell you.
I've written to my cousin in Boston.

He's done well there and
I'd like his advice.

I see.

I apologise if my bad manners
have brought this on.

No need to apologise. I am what I am
and you are what you are.

- And never the twain shall meet?
- (CHUCKLES) I wouldn't say that.

I do love you all, you know.

- It'll be hard to go.
- On both sides.

But we have no way of knowing
if Lady Edith will come in today.

It's already tea time
and we close the office at 6:00.

- Then we'll wait until 6:00.
- And we'll come back in the morning

and every day until she either turns up
or contacts you with her whereabouts.

It wouldn't be enough to give her a message
that you want to see her?

No. It would not be enough.

You've told her, haven't you?
You've broken your word.

No, I...

- Mrs Drewe came to the house.
- What did she want?

She felt you had used her badly.

I confess it was a feeling we shared.

- I'm not coming back, you know.
- Let's not talk about it here.

Come to me for dinner.

No.

Very well, then. We'll discuss it now
in front of your new employees

and give them something to chew on.

There is a tea room at
the end of the street.

How are you, Spratt? Well, I hope?

Everyone has their troubles, m'lady.

Oh, dear.

Spratt has been helping to train
my new maid, Denker.

I'd say she takes after
the dachshund, m'lady.

- In what way?
- She's quite untrainable.

Spratt.

Will there be anything else, your ladyship?

- (SIGHS)
- Sounds like trouble to me.

Are you certain Denker's worth it?

Oh, you must put dinner on Friday
into your diary.

That's when Dicky Merton
is coming with his sons.

Yes, I wonder if it is a good idea?

Isobel's got to meet them sometime.

And Larry won't make trouble for Tom again.
Not with Sybil dead.

Let us hope not.

Granny, I know why you're
finding this difficult.

DO you?

Yes, but you mustn't give in to it.

Give in to what?

Isobel's always been your protégé.
She looks up to you

and you have kept her from harm in return.

Have I?

Yes. So, of course it's difficult
that she is to take her place

among the leaders of the county.

Oh, why? Why is it difficult?

You needn't pretend.
Your positions have changed.

You the widow in the Dower House,

Isobel a great lady
presiding over a great house.

But you simply have to be bigger than that.

Is that what you think of me?

That I care about her change of rank?

Well, you're not exactly pleased, are you?

No.

But that is not the reason.

- Then what is?
- Well, if you must know,

I've got used to having a companion,

a friend. You know,
someone to talk things over with.

Well, you'll still have us.

You have your own lives and so you should.

But Isobel and I had a lot in common

and I shall miss that.

Granny, you're quite dewy-eyed.
I never think of you as sentimental.

Nor am I.

You have made me regret
my confidence. Do have some cake.

And for your information,

I don't think Isobel has
ever looked up to me.

Now, we'll drop the sticks in together
when I say.

Ready? Go!

Where are they?

- There it is!
- It's me! It's me!

(LAUGHING) Yes, now make a wish.

Darling, you know Aunt Edith
has gone to London?

Yes.

Only I was thinking. And I wonder
what if we were to leave here

and to go and live in a place far away
across the sea?

- What would you say?
- Why?

Well, because...

it might be better
for us to start a new life there.

Why?

Because...

Because I hope to God
I'm doing the right thing.

(BELL RINGING)

That's the stable clock.
We better get back.

I've got an idea and I've told Mrs Hughes
but I want you to know it.

I could swear the train ticket
hadn't been used. I would swear it.

What?

I saw the ticket in Mrs Hughes's hand
when she found it in the coat.

It hadn't been torn in half.
It was whole. I saw it.

Did you indeed?

Things have moved on, Miss Baxter.

They know Mr Bates was in York on that day.

I... I just wanted to be helpful.

We know how you like
to be helpful, Miss Baxter.

By talking to the police about us.

Excuse me. I couldn't help overhearing.

Miss Baxter won't say it
but she's in a difficult position.

On the contrary, Miss
Baxter keeps saying it.

She says nothing else.

(CLEARING THROAT)

Mr Molesley, can you remove the baize
from the tables, please?

I'm ready to go up.

I'll come with you.

- Ignore them.
- I can't.

I feel sorry for them.

Then tell them
why you had to talk to the police.

I'd feel ashamed.

You're in luck. I'm only just back.

Now, listen carefully.

Today I learned I've been posted
on a trade delegation to Poland.

- I'll be gone for months.
- Oh, some people have all the fun.

I want you to come up to London tomorrow.

I've some things
I can't get out of in the morning.

That doesn't matter.
I just need you from about 7:00 on.

What for?

Mabel's given me an idea
for how to settle it once and for all.

Just be here.

What sort of clothes?

Rags. We're going to the cinema.

Ring me when you get to London.

Your wish is my command. Bye.

- I'm worried about Isis.
- Why? What's the matter with her?

She's not looking too clever.

Did you manage to get hold of Mr Stapeley?

I spoke to his wife, my lord.
He's away until Friday.

Do you want me to try to find someone else?

No, no. I'll take her down there myself
on Friday afternoon.

- Has the gong been rung yet?
- Just. Why do we bother to change?

- It's you, me, Mary and Tom.
- Don't let Aunt Violet hear you.

- Where have you been?
- I went out for tea with Atticus.

We met halfway in Ripon.

It's getting quite serious, then?

Fingers crossed.

But darling, you don't want to
rush into anything.

Oh, but I do. I want to
rush in like billy-o.

Rose, it's a big thing you're contemplating.
Bigger still because of the circumstances.

You sound like Lord Sinderby.

I could see he wasn't very keen.

He doesn't want Atticus
to marry out of the faith.

- He minds.
- Why shouldn't he mind?

He's a very important
figure in that community.

- But you're not against it, are you?
- Of course not.

Still, I think you ought
to write to your parents.

- Oh, Daddy won't try and stop me.
- No, I don't believe he will.

And Mummy hates everyone,
so what's the difference?

Even so, it's best not to pretend
that it'll be plain sailing.

Where is Marigold now?

The hotel arranges a babysitter
when you need one.

May I see her?

I don't think so. Not tonight.

ROSAMUND: So what are you going to do?

I was toying for a while
with the idea of going to America.

- Oh, don't be ridiculous.
- Why is that ridiculous?

She's half-American, isn't she?

I thought I'd drop my title
and invent a dead husband.

Then I'd be Mrs Thing in Detroit or Chicago,
where I wouldn't run into anyone I knew.

So, is that your plan?

I don't want the magazine business
to fall into ruin,

how could I keep an eye on it overseas?

And I would like Marigold
to grow up English.

Then what is the alternative?
An invented dead husband here?

I'd never get away with it in London.

I thought I'd make her
my orphaned godchild.

Well, I have a different plan.

- I'd like you to bring her home.
- No.

I won't to be the county failure.

Poor demented Lady Edith,
who lost her virtue and her reason.

Just listen to my plan.

The Drewes would reach
a reluctant conclusion

that they can't afford
to raise their friend's child.

You've grown so fond of the girl,

you'd ask if she might join the others
in the Downton nursery?

Well, the Drewe plan was mad enough
but this is completely ludicrous.

- How could it possibly work?
- Papa must never know the truth.

I've thought about it, I don't agree.

While it would take time for him to get used
to the idea, I believe he would make it...

No.

- He'd never look at me in the same way again.
- Very well.

If that's how you feel,
he doesn't have to know.

Nor Mary. I couldn't have
Mary queening it over me.

No one has to know
who doesn't know already.

Your grandmother, Rosamund, you and me.

Everyone else will be told the story.

And how would we execute this insanity?

A farmer's foster child
turns up in the Downton nursery?

People adopt babies all the time,
from all kinds of backgrounds.

So you're going to try and do this?

I'll telephone Mr Drewe tonight
when we get back to Belgrave Square

and I'll ask for his help.

And what about his wife?

- Let him manage her.
- Edith and I will go home tomorrow.

I'll ask Mr Drewe to meet the train
and take Marigold.

Then we'll discuss the Drewes'
situation with the family.

And at last Edith will fetch the girl
and bring her back to the house

in broad daylight.

Time to call it a day, ladies.

I couldn't agree more.

- Got one for you, Mr Molesley.
- Oh.

I'm going up with Lady Mary
this afternoon but only for the night.

You didn't have much warning.

I know, but somethings come up.

I suppose there's no point
in you looking in at the house?

Not this time. Leave it till Mr
Brook's left and we can both go.

Oh, it's an invitation from Mr Mason.

- What, my Mr Mason?
- Your Mr Mason.

He wants you and me to come to the farm
tomorrow for luncheon,

if we can get the time off.

Why don't you go with them?
I'm sure her ladyship wouldn't mind.

What's it to you?

Well, you did me a good turn
when I'd done you a bad one.

So, I think you deserve a treat.

He's right. It'd do you good.

But I've not been asked.

Mr Mason'd be glad to see you,
but would Mr Carson let us go?

Oh, I think he will if you
allow me to handle it.

He won't like it
when we've got a big dinner on.

Well, just let me tell him.
After all, I'm the one with the extra work.

And would Miss Baxter be able to come
with us? As Mr Barrow says.

Well, I don't see why not, as long as
you're back in time. You could go early.

I still don't understand
why he'd write to Mr Molesley.

Well, I might have mentioned that
he's been helping you with your books.

You know I write to him now and then.

- Can you see him?
- Not yet.

- Oh my God, there's Mary.
- What?

There's Mr Drewe, what should we do?

Leave it to me.

Mr Drewe.

Can you help my mother with her suitcases?

My sister Mary is on the platform.
Go to the next station and come back.

I'll cover the cost.

Hello, how are you? That's it. Come
on, darling, it's just a game.

(WHISTLE BLOWS)

- So, you found her.
- I did.

I don't know what the fuss was about. I just
thought I'd like a day or two in London.

I knew it. I said that's all it was.

What a nonsense they made!

- CORA: Why are you here?
- I'm catching the fast train to London.

- It's due any minute.
- When will you be back?

I'm not sure. Tomorrow, I think.

Don't forget the dinner on Friday. We have
a duty to protect Isobel from Larry Grey.

I don't think he'll try anything, do you?

- Well, have a lovely time.
- I'm sure I will.

That was close.

Have I met your younger son?
I remember the elder one.

I should think you do,
after his outburst the last time.

But Larry was fond of Sybil

and not about to welcome
the man who'd won her.

Oh, let us hope the years since
have made him more forgiving.

I'm looking forward to it and I think we should
make no reference to the earlier meeting.

Mmm. How lucky I am in you.
I know it every time you speak.

- Flatterer.
- (CHUCKLES)

I should be going.
I'll see you on Friday. I can't wait.

- Thank you so much for my lovely tea.
- Not a bit.

Spratt will see you out.

Spratt still looks rather
down in the mouth.

I'm afraid the battles with Denker
are far from resolved.

It's good to have a moment alone to say how
much I appreciate your kindness to Dicky.

I know you don't approve, which
makes you all the more generous. Thank you.

Well, it's too late to stop it.

How is Prince Kuragin?

I haven't heard from him lately. Why?

Oh, I was just wondering
how you were going to manage

when the Princess finally arrives.

Will you receive her here?

Well, I'm not sure.

Since Shrimpie hasn't found her yet,
I've got time to plan.

Oh! What is it now, Spratt?

I'm sorry to bother your ladyship,
especially when you have company.

I'm afraid I must hand in my notice.

I have suffered as much as anyone
can expect to suffer

in the course of their duties.

I can take no more, m'lady.
I can take no more.

Typical Spratt.

He's as touchy as a
beauty losing her looks.

- You don't think he meant it?
- Well, if he did,

he'd have given his notice quietly
for a good reference in return.

No, no. That is simply
a demonstration of discontent.

- So you'll forgive his outburst?
- Anything rather than find a new butler.

(CHUCKLING)

- Why did we have to rush out?
- Now come and stand here.

- I still don't understand.
- You will.

Do exactly as I tell you and you will.

Kiss me.

- What?
- Kiss me. Now.

Maw?

- What are you doing here?
- So what did you think of the film?

There was no need to stage a tableau.

If you'd just told me I was allowed
to walk away, then I'd have gone.

Without any silly games.

But I did tell you,
often, and you didn't go.

- Well, I'm going now.
- I know.

And I wish you both such happiness,
Tony, I really do.

I don't want to hurry anyone
but can we bring this to an end?

I've had quite enough sentiment
from John Barrymore and I'm starving.

Goodbye, Mary. And good luck to you.

Well, I'm glad to have engineered
a resolution,

even if I should have
thought of it long ago.

He says we didn't need to do it
but I know we did.

It's funny. I feel quite sad, in a way.

But not sad enough to change my mind.

She's nice, you know.

- She'll suit him very well.
- Good. I'm glad.

So what now? Shall we find
ourselves some dinner, too?

Let's. We'll toast the fun we've had
and whatever the future may bring us.

- When are you off to Poland?
- I catch the boat train on Monday.

So I'm scrambling around
trying to get everything done.

When are you back?

Not for months, or even a year.
You'll be married by then.

There, you all finished?

How lovely, Daisy, to have
such a beautiful place to come to.

(CHUCKLES) She's always
welcome, Miss Daisy.

I've not been here enough lately.

You've been busy, I know, with your books.

- That takes up time.
- I think I'll stop it now,

so I'll be able to visit more.

Do you think she's right
to give up her studies, Mr Mason?

- I do not!
- Don't you want to see more of me?

You know I do. But education is power.

Don't forget that. There's no limit
to what you can achieve,

if you'll just give a year or two
to mastering those books.

I agree, Mr Mason.

There are millions out there
who could have done so much

if they'd only been given an education.

I'm one of them. I could have made
something worthwhile of my life,

if I'd had the chance.

Don't talk as if your life
were not worthwhile, when I know it is.

But I think the system's
slanted against us,

that the men in charge will always
be the men in charge.

How can you say that
with a Labour Government in power?

- I doubt they'll last the year.
- Well...

Next time when they're elected,
it'll be for longer,

and soon a Labour Government
might seem quite ordinary.

- So you think I should stick at it?
- I do.

And now we ought to think about
getting you back to the bus.

Let me take these.

No, no, Daisy and I are your hosts.

- Thank you.
- Well, thank you.

So he's made a daughter
out of his widowed daughter-in-law.

I like it when good things come from bad.

Have you thought of explaining
to Mr Bates why you had to speak out?

He'd understand, if anyone would.

He's troubles enough
without burdening him with mine.

We should go. We must be back in good
time for Mrs Crawley's dinner.

Mr Carson says there was trouble

the last time Lord Merton's elder son
came to Downton.

Why? What happened?

Alfred told me if Mr Branson
hadn't been too drunk to stand,

we'd have had fisticuffs on the table.

Hey! And here's me thinking
life in a great house must be dull work.

(LAUGHING)

Walk on.

Do Mr and Mrs Drewe
really want you to take her?

Or is it just a way of keeping
her here until they have her back?

I don't think so.
They simply can't afford another child.

- And there aren't any prior claims?
- Apparently not.

That's why they took her
in the first place.

What did he say?

Is she carrying puppies? Because I don't
see how that could have happened?

No, it's not that.

She's got cancer, poor old thing.

Oh, no! Oh, how I hate that word.

He said it won't take long now.

He offered to put her down there and then
but I... I couldn't quite let him.

- Oh, Papa. I am so, so sorry.
- Of course, we're stupid to mind so much.

She probably doesn't even know who I am
beyond the hand that feeds her.

But even so...

We'll keep her right
here, this is her spot.

She knows she's back at home.

I suppose we can't stop
this ghastly dinner tonight?

I don't see how.
Dicky's sons have come from London.

And Atticus was on the same train.

No, of course we can't put it off.
I wasn't thinking.

- Why don't we say that you're ill?
- I could watch her.

- I don't have to go to the dinner.
- I think you do.

To lay the ghost of the last time
Larry Grey was here.

I asked them to bring them down early.

- Hello, Daddy.
- Come to Mama, darling.

Hello, my darling.

So, how should I answer?

What's this about?

It's the child at the Drewes house.

Oh, it seems idiotic to me.

And me. What about if you want to start
a family of your own?

But I dote on her.
If they send her to some horrid orphanage,

I'd never forgive myself.

But can't you just give them some money
so they can keep her?

I think Mrs Drewe finds it too much.
It isn't only the money.

- That seems a bit feeble.
- Does it? Looking at these two?

So should I take her? Papa?

(SIGHS) I leave it to your mother.

Well, I believe we should offer
little Marigold a home here.

Do you really, darling?

Well, then, I suppose that's settled.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Have all the guests arrived?

I think so.

Oh, I should tell Mrs Patmore
that it won't be long now.

What are these?

Oh, Mr Carson's got a notion he and I
might buy a place as an investment.

And maybe run it as a guest house or...
or rent it out.

How strange. Mr Bates was talking about
doing something similar.

Oh, I suppose we're all beginning to think
of a different future,

whether we want to or not.

The other day, Mr Drewe was on the platform

when Lady Mary and I
were waiting for the London train.

Oh, yes?

Then her ladyship and Lady Edith arrived
and he got into their carriage.

He helped lift their bags out
but then he just stayed there.

In First Class? Oh.
That'll have cost him a pretty penny.

When the train moved off, I thought
for a moment he had a child on his lap.

I may have been wrong.

Anna, you shouldn't involve yourself
in any speculation of that sort.

The child is safe and the child is loved

and that's all we need to be sure of.

I've been hearing about Edith's plan.
How marvellous of her.

If you ask me, it's absolutely crackers.

But Cora seems pleased.

What idea is this?

Edith has taken in a motherless child
and is giving her a home here.

I should have thought an orphan

rather an uncomfortable piece of baggage
for an unmarried woman.

You mean a man might not want to take
the child on?

Well, I wouldn't.

Rose, have you written to your mother
about Mr Aldridge?

- I have now.
- And will she approve?

Don't be disappointing,
Aunt Violet, please.

I promise you, we both know a difference
in religion is a big thing.

Quite right.

How would you bring up
any children, for example?

Children? When did this happen?

(ALL LAUGHING)

I'm talking hypothetically.
The fact is most marriages that fail

founder for precisely this kind of reason.
An irreconcilable difference.

Or maybe they just don't get on.

I'd agree with Larry.
It's usually more than that.

Oh, it might be different beliefs
or different nationalities

or a huge age gap.

In the end, they cannot see eye to eye.

I don't see what you're getting at.

You mean to marry Mrs Crawley here.

Well, she seems very nice
and I wish you both every happiness.

Thank you.

But that doesn't prevent me from seeing
that the wide disparity

of class and background
may prove your undoing.

What did you say?

Only that Mrs Crawley, a decent, middle-class
woman with neither birth nor fortune

is expecting to fill our mother's shoes
as one of the leaders of the county.

And is she capable of it?

Or will her inevitable failure
prove a source of misery to them both?

You know Mrs Crawley's late son
was my heir?

What does that prove? Everyone has
distant cousins who are fairly odd.

How dare you!

Will you go, Larry?

I had to make excuses for your rudeness
the last time you sat at this table.

It is tiring to think I shall
be called upon to do so again.

I know the choice of in-laws
is eccentric in this family.

You already boast a chauffeur and soon
you can claim a Jew but even so...

Why don't you just get out, you bastard!

And suddenly we've slipped into
a foreign tongue.

Well, if that is how you feel.

I do not endorse Tom's language
but that is certainly how we all feel.

Then, Lady Grantham, goodbye.

And thank you for a delightful evening.

What did you imagine? That we would
welcome you with open arms?

He actually called him that?

- He did. Right to his face!
- Mr Molesley, please.

I think he was right to say it.

He may have been right but I will not
have bad language in front of the maids.

I feel very sorry for Mrs Crawley.
Why should she be humiliated?

They're leaving early.

And no wonder.

Mr Molesley, why are you down here?
Not gossiping, I hope?

Oh, no, no, Mr Carson. No.

Golly, what an evening.
We won't forget it in a hurry.

Let's remember it for two reasons.
One bad, one good.

- Oh, what's the good one?
- I hope it is good.

I'm listening.

See, the thing is, it occurs to me that
we're already having to defend ourselves.

- Yes.
- So let's have a real reason to.

That is if you feel equal to it.

I'm not going to give you an answer
until you say it properly.

- Do I have to kneel down?
- Of course.

But you don't have to
stay kneeling for very long.

Rose, darling Rose,

will you marry me?

- You can get up now.
- Well, go on.

We ought to be serious.

The truth is that we haven't known
each other very long

and they're right
that there are bound to be problems...

But the way I see it,

we both know
we're going to get married in the end.

And we know we're right together.

Yes, I suppose we do.

That's all I need to hear.

I'll telephone tomorrow and we'll settle
who tells what to whom and when.

Oh, darling.

I'm going to wait in the car,
take as long as you like.

- We'll laugh about this one day.
- Yes, the sooner the better.

- Goodnight.
- Goodnight.

Tell me it won't change your mind.

I can't talk about this tonight,
nor for some time to come.

And I think Rose and her young man

will take up every scrap of attention
we have for weddings.

Please don't say that.

Papa!

Larry's been sitting in the car
since he left the dining room.

I'm just coming.

I'll say goodnight to Mrs Crawley.

Goodnight.

Don't blame Larry.

He was close to his mother
and hates the thought of a replacement.

- They both do.
- You don't need to remind me.

The boys take after their mother
in every possible way.

(GIGGLING)

I'm going to sleep
in the dressing room tonight.

I'm not cross, I just
want to have her with me.

Stay here.

The thing is I'm...

pretty sure she won't last till morning.
And I don't want her to be frightened.

Then lay her here between us

and she'll know she has someone
who loves her very much next to her.

Two people who love her and each other
very much on either side.

I only hope I can say the same when
my time comes. Ripped By mstoll