All language subtitles for Downton Abbey S05E09.eng

Come along.

This way downstairs.

I just hope everything
will be resolved

while we're away.

How is she?

It breaks my heart
to see her in that place,

but she is strong.

Ah, Barrow.

It's good of you
to take this on.

Isn't it, Bates?

It's good of you
to allow it, m'lord.

As you know, Lord Sinderby

has rented Brancaster Castle
for the grouse.

The house is extremely grand,
and knowing Lord Sinderby,

everything will be done
in the most lickety spit manner.

I think I'm up to it, m'lord.

I've started packing
in the dressing room.

According to Lady Rose, he's
taken his own butler with him,

which I cannot think wise, as it
will only cause disruption.

So you'll need to be
on your toes.

The train is at 11:00
tomorrow morning.

Bates will pack,
but you should watch.

And now I think
I'll leave you to it.

My lord.

Miss Baxter, I'll help you pack.

You've a lot on your plate.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes,
I could do with a hand.

But I've talked it through
with Lady Mary and Lady Edith.

It's hard to cope
with three ladies at once.

What with tweeds
and evening dresses

and tea gowns and all.

Tea gowns?

We're not in the 1890s now,
Mr. Molesley.

More's the pity.

Did she take a cake
with a file in it?

I don't know why you're making
such a fuss, Mama.

You'd visit Denker
if she were locked up.

Only to check
if the locks were sound.

Well, Bates was found innocent.

No doubt Anna will be, too.

Lord knows they don't deserve
their luck, those two.

VIOLET: Oh,
I heard from Rosamund this morning.

She says she's going to try
to get to the sale

of the della Francesca.

Oh, I'm glad
we'll be represented.

Pity it clashed
with your trip north,

or you could have gone.

Oh, I don't mind.

I've said goodbye.

Now, if you will excuse me,

I must dash off.

I am expected
in York at 3:00.

You should have gone in
with Mary.

You could have given her lunch.

I didn't want to kick my heels
before my appointment.

Do you have any plans, Mama,
for when we're away?

Well, Shrimpie's men
have found Princess Kuragin,

and when she arrives in England,

she's coming straight to me.

What?

When did you hear?

Yesterday.

So we've got her out
and brought her to safety.

You must be looking forward
to seeing her again.

Hardly.

BRANSON:
But if you don't like her,

why have you gone
to the business

of sending Shrimpie
to her rescue?

That's what I keep asking.

EDITH:
Well, Granny?

Oh, you know me.

Never complain, never explain.

You don't usually have
much trouble complaining.

Did you give a false name?

Certainly not.

But suppose it comes out
in the papers

that you came to see me?

It will show that the Crawleys
do not believe you did it.

Yes, but...

Who knows what
they'll come up with

before they're done?

What do you mean?

I've been here before
with Mr. Bates.

They weave their web
with little lies and innuendo

until they hold you fast.

Anna, all they have is one man
who thinks he saw you.

That's not enough.

Any character witness could
prove it isn't in your nature,

and you know we would all
testify to that

if it comes to it.

I assume you know

about Lady Mary's visit
this morning?

Do-.

I don't like it.

Suppose it gets into the papers?

"Earl's Loyal Daughter
Visits Maid in Prison."

I should think the public
would like her for it.

Whether they do or not,
I hate to give them the chance

to poke their grubby noses
into our business.

What on earth is going on here?

Shouldn't you be in the gunroom?

Mr. Jackson's got
the under keeper with him.

I didn't want to be
in their way.

You're in our way here.

It won't take long, Mr. Carson,
and I'm glad of the chance

to check it's all in shape
before they go.

THOMAS: I don't need
checking, thank you.

And, in fact, I'm to load
for his lordship,

which you never can.

Mr. Barrow's father
was a shooting man.

Killing sparrows by the gasworks
is hardly the same

as shooting grouse
at Brancaster Castle!

It must have been hard for you
to miss your visit today.

Lady Mary wanted to go,

and they only allow
one visitor at a time

unless there's a special reason.

It may help for them
to see that the family

thinks her innocent.

So the sacrifice
could be worth it.

I'd cutoff my arm

if I thought it would do
any good.

Oh, I don't think that'd
be sensible, Mr. Bates.

We can't have you wobbly
at both ends.

They didn't finish this
and they're away tomorrow,

so I thought we might.

It's a favorite of mine.

It's very nice.

You won't go far wrong
with a Margaux.

These four are real contenders.

Three good sized bedrooms,
bathroom already installed,

and a room off the kitchen
for a maid.

And where's the butler's pantry?

If we're offering
bed and breakfast,

there should be someone there
to run it.

Oh, I don't know.

We should go and look at them,
and then we'll talk.

Is it worth speaking
to Murray again before we go?

Why can't he just get her out?

He says they've
uncovered something,

but they won't tell him
what it is.

What did Susan have to say
for herself?

She's furious we've been invited
to Brancaster and she hasn't.

How did she find out?

I told her.

I didn't want her to hear it
from someone else.

The divorce will be a big thing
for Lord Sinderby to get over.

The cars are ready, m'lord.

Thank you, we're just coming.

What's the matter?

What were you doing
in York yesterday?

I wish you'd tell me.

It's nothing worth
bothering about.

Are we all here?

Where are the children?

Nanny said she'd bring them down
to say goodbye.

They'll be outside.

George, come to Mummy.

You too, Marigold.

Come to...

...me.

Come on, darling.

Did you see that?

Edith wanted to say
"Come to Mummy,"

but she stopped herself
just in time.

Still sure I shouldn't
have it out with her?

Quite sure.

It's not our secret.

CARSON:
Check every piece of luggage

when they're transferred
in York.

I have changed trains before,
Mr. Carson.

ROBERT:
I'm impressed you should come

to say goodbye, Mama.

Why do you always talk of me
as if I were a salmon

who laid my eggs in the gravel

and then swam back to the sea?

You're very maternal,

aren't you, Granny?

If it suits you.

When does Princess Kuragin

turn up?

Tomorrow.

What about the prince?

He'll be coming to dinner
that night.

Will you be there?

Would I miss it?

I can't tell you how sorry I am

that we will.

Get aboard before
I get cross with you.

CONDUCTOR:
All aboard!

It's all in your hands, Carson.

May they prove worthy
of the charge, m'lord.

Lord Sinderby,
Branson, and Barrow.

Not what I'd call a recipe
for a peaceful week's shooting.

Makes you wonder
what they'll be shooting at

by the end of it.

So Daisy, what are you
working at while they're away?

I haven't decided yet.

You don't sound very keen.

To be honest,

sometimes I'm not sure
I should go on with it.

I mean,
what am I trying to prove?

Oh dear, we're not having
another crisis, are we?

No, but the more
I think about it,

the more I wonder,
how realistic are my plans?

Won't it make more sense now
just to get on with my life?

Mrs. Patmore?

What are you doing in here?

Oh, I came up for a bit of air.

It's nice to get your head
above ground for five minutes.

Now, for Rose's sake,

we must all be
on our best behavior.

I agree.

Sinderby always looks as if
he's spoiling for a fight

whether he is or not,

so we must all be careful
not to give him grounds for one.

I wonder if I was right to come.

I don't want to sound
like Larry Grey,

but I'm not Lord Sinderby's idea
of the perfect son-in-law.

MARY:
Stuff and nonsense.

We Crawleys stick together.

For once, I agree with Mary.

You'll enjoy it
when you get there.

Besides, you're a good shot.

Any host will forgive a lot
if you get the numbers up.

What is it?

Can I do anything to help?

Yes.

Stop fussing.

EDITH:
I suggested to Nanny

that she take the children
to Lake Gormire

for a picnic.

But do you think it
too dangerous?

Should I telephone
and cancel it?

Why don't you just shut them up
in a box in the attic

and let them out
when they're 21?

Don't be unkind.

Well, honestly,
I'm the mother around here

and I'm not panicking.

So everything's under control?

I'd say so, m'lord.

The housekeeper has drawn up
the list of rooms.

How do you find the servants
generally?

Are they cooperative?

They'd rather be taking orders
from their own butler

but I'd rather
be giving them to mine.

Lord Hexham didn't seem to think
it would be a problem.

Nor is it, m'lord.

Do you really want tea
in the library, m'lady?

Apparently, tea is normally
served in the antelibrary here.

How interesting, Stowell,

but we will have it
in the library.

Why must he always know better?

Because he always knows better.

Oh...

ROSE: Oh,
it's so thrilling you could come!

Cora!

How was Venice?

Wonderful.

Sublime.

There was water
all over the streets!

What a marvelous place this is.

Do you know it?

I came here once
when I was young

in old Lord Hexham's day.

They were trying
to unload a niece.

The new one's not much here,

which is why they let out
the shooting.

Luckily for us.

Welcome to Brancaster.

I hope you had a decent journey.

This is Stowell,
whom we've brought with us.

He'll be running it all.

Quite a challenge for you.

We're not a very big party,
so we'll be quite cozy.

We know some of the locals,

which is one of the reasons
we took it.

ATTICUS: And Lord Hexham
has asked us to be kind

to a couple
of his late father's pals.

That seems a bit steep,

given what Lord Sinderby
must be in for.

Can't we use Christian names?

My name is not a Christian name.

You know what I mean.

Shall we go through?

All right, off you go,
quick as you can.

May I introduce myself?

I am Mr. Barrow,
valet to the Earl of Grantham.

I believe you are temporary
valet to Lord Grantham.

The sad story of Mrs. Bates
has reached our ears.

News travels fast.

I'm Lord Sinderby's
butler, Stowell.

Oh, so you're
a novice here, too?

I am not a novice anywhere.

Those are
for Mr. Branson.

He's up here without a valet.

Few chauffeurs travel
with a valet.

Heavens, you are up to date
with your detail, Mr. Stowell.

How can you bear to wait on him?

We do what we have to do,
don't we?

On which subject,

you will help out as a footman
while you're here.

Excuse me.

I am an underbutler, and...

Lord Hexham is seldom at home,

and so they do not maintain
a full staff.

You will serve as a footman.

Don't worry.

We'll find you a livery.

BAXTER: Are the rooms
of Lady Grantham,

Lady Mary, and Lady Edith
close by?

I'm maiding all of them.

Then you'll be sturdy
by the time you get home.

What does Mr. Branson do
when the others are shooting?

Pick up?

Or read motor magazines?

In fact, he's a very good shot.

Is he indeed?

I suppose that was his training
with the Fenians.

Well, I'm sorry if we're not up
to your standards, Mr. Stowell.

VIOLET: She'll arrive about
6:00 and come straight here.

That'll give her time to change.

I doubt she has much
to change into.

Yes, well I'll...
I'll see to that.

And the prince?

I've asked him for dinner
at 8:00.

You'll be there
a few minutes before.

Suppose he brings
his toothbrush?

I'll let him stay.

I mean, they're well
and truly married.

God knows I can swear to that.

I've asked Lord Merton.

Yes, he can talk
to the princess.

They can discuss syringes
and stitches and things.

What fun you make it sound.

LORD SINDERBY:
We're not a large party.

Atticus has a friend,
Charlie Rogers,

who's about an hour away.

He's coming on Thursday.

And we've got the agent,
Mr. Pelham, coming.

You should invite Shrimpie.

He's a marvelous shot.

I gather you've asked
a few of Lord Hexham's friends.

Very good of you.

I suspect some of them

have had to overcome
their principles

to accept my hospitality.

The English have
strong principles,

except when it comes
to the chance of good shooting

or eating well.

SINDERBY:
How true.

You.

Milk.

I was wondering if I might
have some sugar...

How rude.

I'm afraid Stowell's a snob.

He'll have found out
about Tom's background

and now he's punishing him
for it.

Well, we can't allow that.

I don't think
I've noticed that before.

My mother's maid gave it to me
as a wedding present.

When I was a girl, if I was ill,

she would make the most
delicious chicken broth

and serve it in this.

There's nothing better
than a chicken broth

as a pick-me-up.

No, and it really was delicious.

I remember it to this day.

She used to say
every good lady's maid

should know how to make
a restorative broth.

Those days have gone,
I'm afraid.

Quite gone,

eh, Miss Denker?

I'm not sure I'd agree.

VIOLET:
Spratt?

You mustn't be jealous

when Denker is saying
she can cook.

I was not so much jealous
as dubious, m'lady.

You'll have to prove him wrong
one day, Denker.

Yes, prove me wrong

and make us all
a delicious broth.

Well, we'll see.

That's right.

Seeing is believing,
eh, Miss Denker?

I'm sorry.

I thought it was settled
we'd go tomorrow.

We can if we must,

but I just don't see why
we're in such a hurry.

I'll be off first thing,

if that's all right,
Mr. Carson.

I'd love to give you something
to take for her,

but they wouldn't
let her keep it.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

But it's knowing that
we're thinking of her.

That's what counts.

Poor Mr. Bates.

What a nightmare
he must be living through.

At least they let him
visit a lot.

Only until she's convicted.

LORD SINDERBY:
The wagons are outside.

We better get moving.

Oh, give anything you need
to your loader.

We'll see them in the butts.

Rachel.

Yes?

You with me?

No, I think I'll chum Tom
for this drive.

Mary can keep you company.

As you wish.

SINDERBY: I'm afraid your
father's rather disappointed

that I'm not inclined to welcome
your cousin Shrimpie

under my roof.

Papa only said
he was a good shot,

and he is.

Lord Sinderby,
now that we're family,

wouldn't it be better
just to accept the situation

of Rose's parents?

Wouldn't it make it
pleasanter for everyone?

I can't pretend
to approve of divorce.

Even for you.

And you can't learn
to live with it?

Even for Rose's sake?

Did you shoot as a boy?

I used to shoot pigeons
on my grandfather's farm.

Pigeons are very difficult.

Thank you.

Was it hard?

Joining their family?

Hard enough.

Sybil was dead
and I had to do it on my own.

They seem much more
welcoming than we are.

I was still a shock
to the system.

Daniel Sinderby is a prig.

I suppose Rachel
just wants us all to be friends.

But in her husband's case,

she has such poor material
to work with.

Robert?

What is it?

Where did you go in York?

Ah, here they come!

LADY SINDERBY:
Excellent!

They haven't got a case.

Yes, you were in London,

but so were seven million
other people.

You're not listening.

They have found something out.

About me.

That's nonsense.

It can't be anything
that matters.

I should have told you,

and I feel badly about it now.

You know my father
was a laborer.

And he was killed
in an accident at work.

Yes, when I was about six

and me and my sister and mother
were left destitute.

Until she married again.

And your stepfather
was an iron worker.

I know all this.

Not all of it.

It wasn't much at first.

Slight touches,
brushing past me.

I still remember the smell
of the beer on his breath.

Couldn't you tell your mother?

She didn't want to believe it.

What would she have done
if he'd left?

Then one night,

he kept looking at me,
and I knew what was coming.

So I fetched a knife
from the scullery

and I waited in the dark.

Are you saying you killed him?
No.

No, of course not.

I threatened him.

And when he wouldn't stop,

I struck him with the blade,
but I only cut him.

You mean nothing happened.

Well, he screamed blue murder.

So the watch came,

but my mother persuaded him
to say he slipped and fell,

that it was an accident.

After that,

I took a job further up north
as a tweeny.

But it must have been
in the records,

and now they've found it.

Either that
or he heard I was in prison

and told them.

You're not guilty.

So there must be a way
to prove it.

Do you never doubt?

I once asked you that question,

and my answer
is the same as yours.

I don't doubt.

But I don't doubt that the sun
will rise in the east, either.

Thank you.

EDITH: I wonder what the
children are doing now.

Not worrying about us.

You're right, of course.

I'm sure they're being
spoiled to death.

Of course they are.

Might I have some bread?

Thank you, Stowell.

You're very kind.

I do apologize.

MARY:
Poor Atticus.

How can he reprimand
his father's butler?

Lord Sinderby wouldn't
take kindly to that.

But the silly thing is,

I don't think Stowell
even likes my father-in-law.

He seems obsequious enough.

Oh, he's all bows and deference
to his face,

but my maid tells me

it's a different story
behind his back.

That's a frightening thought

when you remember
what a butler knows

about the family he serves.

They all know far more about us
than we do about them.

Well, it's nice,
but it would take a lot

to get it up to a standard

where we could charge money
to stay there.

Oh, not so much.

We'd employ the estate workers
and I'd supervise.

While I'd be supervising
the mythical "maid of all work?"

We'd share the duties.

But that's the whole point.

All right, where's the next one?

We'll take the bus to Helmsley,
and then it's a bit of a hike.

Keep calm.

I'm not dead yet.

It was kind of you
to send a motor car.

We didn't want you to get lost.

Where is the princess?

She's upstairs, changing.

We haven't seen her yet,
any of us.

I borrowed this
from the Theater Royal.

Oh?

Well, shall we...?

Are you sure
you wouldn't rather greet her

in a room by yourself?

We can always scoot back.

No, no, it will be easier
not to be alone at first.

I haven't seen her

for five years.

I want you all here.

The presence of strangers

is our only guarantee
of good behavior.

I hate the way Stowell

treats Mr. Branson.

He isn't polite downstairs.

He doesn't approve

of Mr. Branson's
bettering himself.

What right has he
to approve or disapprove?

Anyway, Lady Rose says

he doesn't even like
Lord Sinderby.

I'm not sure his lordship
is very easy to like.

True enough.

But is there any way
to get Stowell a black mark?

Can't Barrow come up
with something?

You're right.

Mr. Barrow usually has
a card or two up his sleeve.

Well, tell him to get one
out of his sleeve

and play it, pronto.

THOMAS:
I don't mind taking him down

a peg or two.

But how?

Hm...

Let me think about it
while I'm cleaning these.

That reminds me,

have you seen
Lord Sinderby's valet?

Why?

I've run out
of waterproofing wax.

Excuse me, do you know
where I can find

Lord Sinderby's valet?

Mr. Daunt?

He's gone out.

He won't be back before 10:00.

Oh, thank you.

I think I've got an idea.

Do you think Lady Mary

would mind annoying
Lord Sinderby into the bargain?

None of our lot would mind.

And will you help me?

I suppose so, seeing as it's
what Lady Mary's asked for.

Then there's your answer.

I don't understand.

You will.

We need a piece of paper
and a pencil.

Come with me.

The Princess Kuragin.

Igor.

Irina.

Shall I introduce everyone?

If you wish,

but what difference
will it make?

You've had a long journey,
Princess.

Obviously.

I would so like to go to Russia.

I'm afraid I never have.

Then you've missed it.

Do you have everything you need?

I wear the clothes
you had put out.

I didn't know if you'd have
your luggage with you.

I have no luggage.

I have no possessions
to put in my luggage.

Come, my dear.

Nothing is more tedious
than other people's misfortunes.

Let us just be grateful
to Lady Grantham.

Hm.

Last time we met,

the circumstances
were rather different.

I don't remember.

I think you do.

Ah, there's a note here
for a Mrs. Brennan.

Who's that?

The cook.

Why?

As I say, somebody's
left a note for her.

So you'd better take it in.

How can you be sure
they won't trace it back to us?

I'm not a complete amateur,
Miss Baxter.

Give me some credit.

It's rather a nuisance,
but Charlie Rogers has rung

to say he's got
a friend staying,

so he's either got to bring him
on Thursday or chuck.

Oh, that's maddening...
what will you do?

I've said to bring him,
but it means I can't shoot.

How infuriating!

Who is he?

He's called Henry Talbot,

but I don't know anything
about him.

Well, I'll tell the agent
not to come.

No, poor Mr. Pelham.

That's too unkind.

I don't know why exactly,

but we all feel
a bit sorry for him.

Oh.

Oh, this is very nice,
Mrs. Patmore.

Quite a treat.

Well, the cat's away,

so we mice might as well play
a little.

Who have you invited?

Oh, just us, Mr. Bates,

Mr. Molesley,
and Daisy.

Daisy?

To wait on us, I assume?

To wait on us and eat with us,

and if that thought's
too democratically overpowering,

you can share what I've made
for the housemaids.

It is your choice.

Is everything settled?

What's this?

MRS. PATMORE: Mr. Murray is
coming tomorrow to see Anna,

and he's got permission
for Mr. Bates to be present.

I'll be gone most of the day.

I hope to speak to him
afterwards.

Of course, don't worry.

We'll expect you
when we see you.

Here's Mr. Molesley.

Now we can begin.

I hope I haven't
kept you waiting.

I wonder whether I might
have some wine.

LORD SINDERBY:
Have you not had any?

Stowell,

what's the matter with you?

What the devil's going on?

Rachel?

Hm?

Can you explain this?

Explain what?

Why am I not being given

anything decent to eat?

I don't know.

Stowell?

It was your lordship's order.

What are you talking about?

What is the matter
with you tonight?

Mr. Daunt left a note
for the cook,

saying you'd asked...

I never said a thing to Daunt.

And why are you so rude

to Mr. Branson?

Really, there's no need.

The cook told me you had
requested simpler...

Stowell,

someone's played a joke on us.

Now, when you got the note,

did it look like
Daunt's writing?

I never saw the note.

And obviously Mrs. Brennan

is not familiar...

What?

Do you dare
to use the word "obviously"

when you contradict me?

Now, take this away,
fetch me some dinner,

and conduct yourself more
professionally in the future!

And bring that back,
you stupid fool.

We're not shooting tomorrow,

so would you like to see
the estate?

What fun that would be.

Don't you think so, Robert?

Goodness.

He does get so rattled
by things.

I'm not very keen
on your butler,

so I'm afraid
I rather enjoyed it.

Well, maybe,
but Stowell is a proud chap.

He won't find that
easy to forgive.

I don't think Barrow
will much like

being called a stupid fool.

I think you'll enjoy Paris.

Oh, many of our countrymen
have settled there.

Of course,
they've lost everything.

But so have we.

Including the will to live.

MERTON: Well,
if you're going to be miserable,

you might as well do it
in charming surroundings.

With your permission,

lam going up now.

I hope you will be comfortable.

My maid Denker
will be looking after you.

I will be
more comfortable tonight

than I will ever be again.

You don't know that.

But I do, Mrs. Crawley.

Good night.

VIOLET:
What time will you call

for the princess in the morning?

KURAGIN:
Whenever would suit you.

If that's what you've decided.

Me?

I'm surprised you think

there is still a decision
to be made.

You are good
to lend her those things.

They are given, not lent.

So.

Tomorrow, we say good bye.

Is that what you really want?

It's how it must be.

I don't understand you.

You will if you try.

Spratt will see you to the car.

I'll do that.

I should be going.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I have a sense that
a game of high stakes

has been played here tonight,

although I couldn't tell you

who the winner is.

Me, I hope.

Goodnight.

So?

Have you told the prince
his cause is hopeless?

Yes.

I am sad to say.

Sad?

I will never again receive
an immoral proposition

from a man.

Was I so wrong to savor it?

What is the matter?

I should go.

Barrow will be waiting for me
in the dressing room.

Let him wait.

I want you to tell me
whatever it is you're hiding.

I'm not hiding it exactly.

It's probably nothing.

And what if it isn't nothing?

I've been having some pains
in my chest.

Well, in my chest,
in my side, in my tummy.

What sort of pains?

Quite sharp.

So I went to see a man
I'd heard about in York.

He said I have...
well, I might have... angina.

Oh, my God.

This is why I didn't want
to tell you about it.

It doesn't mean that I'm
about to drop down dead

of a heart attack.

But he wants me to go for tests
when we get back.

Then you shouldn't be shooting.

He said that if it relaxes me,
it's fine.

I don't know how relaxing
this whole trip is.

Oh, that was unpleasant,
wasn't it?

To see a man shouting
at his butler.

I think I will speak to Edith.

Why now?

Well.

You never know what's coming,
do you?

I want to make it clear

that everything's all right
between us.

Please look after yourself.

But that's your job, my darling,

and you do it so well.

Mrs. Crawley said how much
she enjoyed the evening, m'lady.

It was colorful.

Thank Mrs. Potter
for the delicious dinner,

but please tell her
I need a rest

from such rich delights.

Are you ready to go up, m'lady?

Yes.

What about some of Miss Denker's

famous broth?

I'm aware that
you're teasing, Spratt,

but as a matter of fact,
it would be very nice.

Miss Denker?

Will you take up the challenge
of the wooden spoon?

Oh, wouldn't I be
in Mrs. Potter's way?

I'd never want to be a nuisance.

I bet you wouldn't,

and there's a stove
in the still room.

Could you manage with that,
Denker?

I'd be delighted, m'lady.

You see, Spratt?

Not every spring and lever
obeys your touch.

Come in.

Papa?

Is something the matter?

No, nothing's the matter,

and that's what I want
to make dear.

I don't understand.

What's this about?

Marigold.

I see.

And what do you want to say
about Marigold?

I think you know
what I want to say.

What I want you to say.

I can't give her up.

Of course not.

Have you told Tom?

No, but he might have guessed.

So now everyone knows.

Everyone except Mary.

I want your forgiveness, Papa.

Am I allowed to say that still?

It's not the way
I'd have had things,

I won't lie to you about that.

But this is what's happened.

I believe Michael Gregson
was an honorable man...

Oh, he was, Papa.

He really was.

He would have married me
as soon as he could,

I know that.

I think so, too.

So now we must do our best
for his child,

for his sake as well as yours.

That's so lovely of you.

But I think we should keep it
in the family.

Even in 1924,

there are plenty of people
who might be unpleasant.

But...

Do you forgive me, Papa?

Oh, my darling,

I'm sure I need your forgiveness
quite as much as you need mine.

Now, go to bed.

And sleep well.

I gather you got more
than you bargained for.

I've had my run-ins
with his lordship before,

but I've never been
insulted in public,

and I don't intend to start now.

Still, Mr. Stowell
got a flea in his ear,

and that's what we wanted.

What you and Lady Mary
wanted, perhaps.

I've got bigger plans now.

What do you mean?

Oh, you'll see.

Yes?

What do you want?

To add my sympathy,
Mr. Stowell.

He insulted me and all,
you know.

I felt for you,

and I thought you showed
great restraint.

For a servant in that situation,
restraint is Hobson's choice.

Write something.

How do you mean?

Write something.

"My name is Barrow
and I live in Yorkshire."

It wasn't you, then.

Why would it be me?

The staff resent me.

Their butler's on holiday

and they hate
taking orders from me.

That doesn't give his lordship
much excuse to behave as he did.

"His lordship."

His lordship with a title
that's not ten minutes old!

I know a lot

about his dirty-fingered
lordship,

and he's forgotten that!

I expect you could
tell me things

he wouldn't much like to read
on the front page of the Times.

You'd be surprised.

Go on, then.

Surprise me.

EDITH: It's a shame Lord
Sinderby wouldn't come.

ATTICUS:
Mother did ask him.

She thought it might get rid
of some of the nasty taste

of last night, but he said no.

ROSE:
He's a difficult man.

Or shouldn't I say that?

You can say what you like
after that dinner.

Oh, well.

At least we gave the county
something to talk about.

I wonder what the truth was
about the letter from the valet.

Well, Baxter says it was
one of the Castle staff.

They hate Stowell.

BRANSON: They'll hear
no argument from me.

Well, it's over now.

Why were you all
in a huddle at breakfast?

Atticus has been offered a job
in New York.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

Aren't you going
to America soon?

I am.

I'm going to Boston.

When?

I'm planning to spend
Christmas at Downton

and leave in the new year.

Well, it hasn't
been decided yet.

Poor Mary.

She hates to be left behind

when everyone else is getting on
with their lives.

It isn't that.

It's the thought of being
left behind with you.

But you can't manage a broth,
Miss Denker,

special or otherwise?

Well, of course I would be
very good at it...

If you only knew where to start.

I should never have volunteered,

but if you'd seen the look
on Mr. Spratt's face,

you'd have sworn
you could paint the Mona Lisa

and be finished by teatime.

Won't Mrs. Potter help?

I don't trust her.

I think she's in league
with the enemy.

Oh, blimey.

We'd all better come
and work at the Dower House.

It sounds a lot more exciting
than here.

How much attention will they pay
to Mrs. Bates's past?

Well, you can see the problem.

A man attacks her
and she stabs him with a knife.

Now there's another attack

and she pushes him to his death
on a busy road.

There is a pattern.

If that's what you think,
then why are you here?

Mr. Bates, please.

I hope we've not
left our manners

outside the prison gates.

Of course, your stepfather

didn't bring a charge
against you.

That was my mother's doing.

But it may mean

that we can have it ruled
as inadmissible.

That would undermine their case

and it might never
come to a trial.

But can you achieve
such a ruling?

I will do everything I can.

You seem to think
I'm angry with your sons.

I'm not at all.

Then why can't we forget

that horrible evening
ever happened?

I'm not angry with them,
but I accept that

they have no desire to see
their mother replaced.

This is my fault.

I've taken such care
to shield them from the truth.

Which is?

I was wretched
with their mother.

Perhaps she was wretched
with you.

No doubt.

We were very ill-suited.

But now they're preventing
my first chance

of real happiness.

I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared
to live the rest of my life

in an atmosphere of loathing
and resentment.

I will not come between
a father and his sons.

Then may I ask you to be honest?

Is that the only barrier?

If they were to welcome you
into the family,

you would marry me?

I would.

And I should be very glad to.

So, there is my challenge.

DENKER: How do you get
rid of all this scum?

MRS. PATMORE:
It's the onions.

They're only supposed to sweat,

but I think
they fell down exhausted.

And you went a bit mad
with the salt.

Shall we taste it?

Oh, my God.

DAISY: Why don't I just
make a bottle of it?

Then I could bring it
to the house,

you could warm it through
and serve it.

No one will ever know.

And for now, we could give you
all the ingredients

so you could chop them about
for Mr. Spratt's benefit.

MURRAY: I'll use every
precedent there is.

But if the story
is admitted as evidence,

will she be convicted?

Where the law is concerned,

you can never be sure
about anything.

Will she?

They have a strong motive,
and they can prove opportunity

because she was in London,
which we do not deny.

No.

Now she's been identified

on the pavement nearby
at that moment.

And they'll use the earlier case

to prove it wasn't
against her nature.

It's quite strong, I'm afraid.

The cook's happy for you
to announce dinner.

Thank you.

Mr. Barrow...

I'm afraid I said
too much last night.

I was angry,

and I'd had more to drink
than was good for me.

Oh, don't worry about that,
Mr. Stowell.

I've got a mind like a sieve.

That's dinner, everyone.

MARY:
Will you shoot tomorrow,

or have you given way
to the uninvited guest?

I don't think I have a choice.

You can have my place.

Certainly not.

I've had two good days
and we're out again on Friday,

so I don't merit pity.

I hope your neighbor knows
how accommodating you're being.

You can tell him if you like.

He's staying the night,

so you'll have plenty
of opportunity.

Don't tempt me.

I do find it astonishing

the way people take
these things for granted.

We can't all be as unselfish
as you, Mary.

Just joking.

You'll like this.

It's not dear,

but I think it's
very good value.

I've done the sums,

and I believe
we should put in an offer in

on the house on Brouncker Road.

Before I agree to be part of it?

I hope you will agree.

To our future
as property magnates.

Very well.

I can see there's no escape

and I must tell the truth.

I've never caught you in a lie.

No, I don't lie.

But there are things
I don't say.

I've allowed this folly
to go on because...

I don't know, really.

Because it was a nice idea,

and I would have liked
to come in with you.

I would have.

But you won't?

I won't because I can't.

I don't know if I've ever
told you that I have a sister.

I always thought you had
no family left.

Which may be because that's
what I wanted you to think.

My sister Becky was born...

She's not quite right
in the head.

While my mother was alive,

she looked after her,
but when she died...

There was no one but you.

Precisely.

My choice was simple:

Either I gave up work
and we lived on a pittance,

or I went on working and paid
for her to be cared for.

But that must have cost
a fortune.

It cost every penny
I could spare.

So there you have it.

I've got no savings
because I've got no money.

I'm a pauper.

But what about your retirement?

Have you not paid
into any schemes?

I can't retire.

I must work for as long
as anyone will let me.

I wish you very well
with your house, Mr. Carson.

You've earned it.

But there is no place for me
in the project.

Now I've embarrassed you.

I'm not embarrassed.

I'm ashamed.

That I chivvied and bullied you,

when if I'd had
any sensitivity at all...

No, don't say that.

I've enjoyed our little dream.

I'm the one to blame
for stringing you along.

Oh, never.

Well, as I say,
I hope you buy it.

I hope you're able to
without me.

I am, but...

I've had a telegram
from Mr. Murray.

May I use your telephone,
Mr. Carson?

He says it's bad news.

Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that.

Be my guest.

Rose, you chum Tom.

Mary, go with Mr. Talbot.

Rachel...

Oh, sort it out between you.

I'll see you all there.

I'm not quite sure
where I'm supposed to go.

Oh, he's such a controller.

Go where you'd like.

Mr. Rogers?

Would it be awful if I were
left alone with my loader?

Of course not.

Well, I wouldn't mind,

if you've got
nothing better to do.

I'm Bertie Pelham, the agent.

Are you often asked to come
when they're shooting?

No, I'm not.

And I'm staying for dinner,

which they really
didn't have to do.

It's very kind.

TALBOT: Thanks for
keeping my spirits up.

MARY: Some men hate having
strangers with them.

My father does.

Oh, I don't mind.

Especially not you.

You're staying with
Mr. Rogers, aren't you?

That's right.

Lord Sinderby said
he could bring me.

Very decent of him.

Do you shoot a lot?

Not at this level.

That explains it.

What explains what?

Nothing.

No, go on, I insist.

Well, it's none of my business,

but Atticus isn't shooting today
to make room for you.

Atticus, Lord Sinderby's son?

That's terrible.

Why didn't someone tell Charlie
there was no room?

They thought it inhospitable.

As soon as this drive's over,
I'll swap places.

No, don't.

His guns are back at the castle,

it's all settled now.

Look, forget I said anything.

Is your husband
one of the other guns?

No.

Although my late husband
was quite good at it.

In the end.

You're a young widow.

But then I suppose the war
gave us many young widows.

It wasn't the war.

In fact...

Look out, here they come.

Well done.

Fluke.

How long have you been
the agent?

About a year and a half.

But I've known Brancaster
all my life.

Oh?

The Old Lord Hexham
was my father's cousin,

his second cousin.

They're both dead now,

but we used to come here
every so often.

Which is why you were
given the job?

That's rather
a leading question.

Sorry.

Of course, you're right.

When my father died,
I left the army.

I didn't know what to do next,

and I suppose Cousin
Peter felt sorry for me.

No burning ambitions?

Not really.

I'm always jealous
of those chaps

who fly the channel
or invent a cure or something.

What about you?

Are you pining
for some unfulfilled dream?

Not today.

Today, I feel very happy.

Good morning, Daisy.

Can I help you with anything?

No thank you, Mr. Spratt.

I were just...

I looked in on Miss Denker.

I see.

And what are you carrying
so diligently?

Ah, the basket's empty.

Yes.

I'm looking in at the shops
on my way back.

Ah.

I have news of my own.

As you know, I told you
I discussed it all with Dickie.

And you agreed to marry him,

if he could bring
his sons around.

And this morning,
I had a letter from Larry Grey.

Oh, goodness.

Is it polite?

Judge for yourself.

"Dear Mrs. Crawley."

Well, that's a good start.

The sentiment of the greeting
is not reflected in the text.

"My father has requested
that I reexamine my feelings

"when it comes to your
proposed union.

"I have reexamined them
and I find them to be unchanged.

"I hope you will persuade him

"to avoid any further attempts
to make me reconsider,

"which could only prove
embarrassing to us both.

Yours sincerely,
Larry Grey."

Have you shown this to him?

Not yet.

I'm not sure I should.

And I suppose you'll take it
lying down.

I'll take it lying down,
standing up,

or in a semi-recumbent posture.

The matter is decided.

I will not have
my final years overshadowed

by a tear-stained tug of war.

Well, I suppose
there is one consolation.

What's that?

Dr. Clarkson
will be delighted.

Thank you.

What's that?

Murray telephoned this morning.

There's a date for Anna's trial.

Oh, no.

What's that?

Anna is going for tr...

That settles it.

You will not shoot any more
today or tomorrow.

Don't embarrass me, please.

I won't, if you do as I say.

What can I do to help?

Take my place this afternoon.

What's the matter, Papa?

I'm perfectly all right.

I just need to take things
a little easy.

If only he'd chosen
not to be all man-like

and keep it concealed.

Is there anything I can do?

You could send someone
to fetch Mr. Aldridge's guns.

You see?

This is why I didn't want
to make a thing of it.

Is it really true about Anna?

We'll know more
when we get home.

MARY: You probably heard
you're off the hook.

Papa's given his place
to Atticus,

so you'll pay no price
for your thoughtlessness.

Be a sport and forgive me.

I'm here for the night

and I don't want you scowling
at me all through dinner.

I shall scowl
if I think you deserve it.

I never meant it to happen.

Isn't there something called

forgiveness through
good intention?

Only for Catholics.

Let's sit down.

Surely you can't have meant
for Daisy to make the broth

instead of your good self.

This is all for show, isn't it?

Your intention was to serve
Daisy's excellent soup

and take the credit yourself.

What have you done with it?

I felt it would be discourteous

to give it back,

so it just seems best
to pour it away

and never speak of it again,

don't you agree?

You must make it yourself now,

Miss Denker.

Good luck to you.

I'm glad to find you here
and not in bed.

Have you recovered?

Completely.

I suppose I missed
a marvelous afternoon.

Oh, spectacular.

Is Papa really ill?

I don't know,

but now I just want
to get him home in one piece.

I think we should wait
a few minutes.

Stowell, who is this?

God Almighty.

What is it, what's happened?

What the hell is she doing here?

ROSE:
What's her name?

Tell me her name.

What?

Tell me her name
and I'll save you.

Diana.

Diana Clark.

Diana!

I don't believe you!

Oh, I never thought
you'd make it!

This is my friend, Diana Clark.

Oh?

She said that she'd be
in the neighborhood

and I asked her to look in
if she had any time.

You must stay for tea.

And...

What's this little chap called?

Uh, Daniel.

Daniel?

But how extraordinary!

That's Lord Sinderby's name!

You come with me.

Play along and it will be fine.

The telegram said he'd be alone
and to bring the boy.

ROSE:
I'm sure it did,

but unfortunately,
he didn't send it.

Hello.

I'm Atticus, Rose's husband.

Why have we never met before?

I agree.

How silly is that?

Who is that woman?

She can't be
a great friend of Rose.

I've never seen her before
in my life.

Nor me.

The truth is, I asked Barrow

to get Stowell into trouble

and I'm terribly afraid
he overdid it.

LADY SINDERBY:
What's the matter?

You look as if
you've had a stroke.

Oh, I can't have two of you
laid up in one day.

I'm just a bit tired,
that's all.

I'll lie down before dinner.

Right.

We're so interested
to meet your very old friend,

Mrs. Clark, whom we have never
clapped eyes on before.

Help me.

Only if you tell me
what's going on.

Of course you all know
each other.

Diana, it's so lovely
to see you again.

Indeed, it is.

How have you been since
you were last at Downton?

Oh, well.

Awfully, awfully well.

Will you excuse me?

I wish he'd come
and speak to me,

but I suppose he can't.

Who?

Oh, crikey.

No, he can't.

I've come all the way
from London.

Who would do such a nasty thing?

I think I know,
and I think I know why,

but it won't help to tell you.

Mr. Bates.

Are you going somewhere?

I am.

In fact, can I ask a favor,
Mr. Molesley?

Could you give these
to Mr. Carson?

He'll know what to do with them.

Well, he's about somewhere.

No, I'd rather not see him.

And don't give them to him yet.

Wait 'til this evening.

Mr. Bates,
are you in trouble?

My wife's in prison.

I'd call that trouble,
wouldn't you?

Because I want you to know

I'd gladly help you
in any way I can.

I'm touched by that.

I mean it.

Thank you.

But the only way
you can help me now

is by delivering those letters.

You acted to save Lord Sinderby,

but you saved me, too,
from a hideous situation,

and I am so grateful.

No need.

Please try not
to think ill of him.

I'm not sure what I think.

Maybe it's good to know
he has the same old feet of clay

as the rest of us.

ATTICUS:
Goodbye, Mrs. Clark.

Oh, you must call her Diana.

Diana.

No doubt we'll meet in London.

I look forward to it.

Me too.

Are you off?

No, I'm just going up to change,

but I can't find my white tie.

Of course, I forgot you were
staying for dinner.

MARY: Stowell looks like
he's in a cage with a tiger.

Are you going to give him away
to your father-in-law?

Stowell.

How did you know
about Mrs. Clark?

Will you tell his lordship,
m'lady?

I can't decide.

But in the meantime,
I hope you can be

more polite to Mr. Branson
while he's with us.

Certainly, m'lady.

Rose, Mary, Robert.

Would you stay in here
for a moment, please?

I'm glad to have caught
you three.

I wasn't sure I could manage it.

I'm intrigued.

We needn't pretend.

You saw the depths
of my humiliation earlier.

Well, who planned it, I wonder?

Everyone has enemies.

Well, I'd be grateful

if we could restrict
this knowledge to our number.

I do not believe that
any of you would wish to cause

either Rachel or Atticus pain.

No one else will ever know.

The truth is, it could all
have been very much worse.

And that it was not
is due entirely to Rose.

Rose, my dear,

you are clever, kind,

and resourceful.

And I wish to put it on record

that I see now that we are lucky
to have you in the family.

I shall be inviting
your parents to stay

as soon as is convenient.

You don't have to.

Oh, I think I do.

We all know that people
who live in glass houses

are ill-advised to throw stones.

Now, I've had a gramophone
put into the library,

so run along
and enjoy yourselves.

Golly, what fun!

Thank you.

She'll love you forever
if you'll let her.

That's who she is.

I know that now.

I was stupid
not to have seen it before.

MRS. HUGHES: The letters to
his lordship and Mr. Murray

must tell the same story.

Why confess?

It makes no sense.

The police said someone short
pushed Mr. Green.

Mr. Bates isn't short.

Didn't he spend
that day in York?

The lost ticket was never used.

If only it wasn't lost.

Do we know what
he was doing there?

He said he had lunch in a pub

and he couldn't remember
which one.

There are hundreds of pubs
in York.

But Mr. Bates had lunch
in one of them.

I don't believe he's guilty,
whatever he's written there.

He just wants Anna
out of prison,

and I don't blame him for that.

Might I have the key
for Mr. Bates' cottage?

You never know,

he might have left a clue
as to where he was going.

I'm not sure
what we'll do with it

if he has, Mr. Molesley,
but you can have the key.

Is there anything
I can get you, sir?

Anything you'd like?

No, no, thank you, Stowell.

You've been very considerate.

MARY:
That makes it all worth it.

Makes what worth it?

It would take too long
to explain.

Suffice to say the butler
is back in his box.

Well, that sounds
rather snobbish.

Not in this instance.

What was really going on
this afternoon with that woman?

The one with the little boy
in tow?

What makes you think
there was anything going on?

All right.

Why was Lord Sinderby
in a panic?

Why did Lady Rose take over?

Why did your father
pretend to know the visitor

when he clearly did not?

And why was Lady Sinderby
in total ignorance throughout?

Naturally, I'm not going
to answer any of your questions,

but I am impressed
you should ask them.

Well done.

Are you looking forward
to getting home?

Why, particularly?

Aren't you missing Marigold?

Aren't you missing Sybbie?

Isn't Mary missing George?

Not quite as much.

What are you trying to say?

Not a lot really,

but these will be
my last months at Downton.

And you have always
been my ally.

I'd like to feel we were honest
with each other.

You see, where I grew up,

there were quite
a few Marigolds.

I'm not sure I understand you.

I think you do.

My cousin Nula had a child

that was brought up
as her sister.

No one talked of it, naturally.

But we all knew.

I told Papa you'd guessed.

So they're both in on it.

They are now.

And Mary?

Does she know?

No.

She's completely
uninterested in me,

which should keep me safe.

Please keep it to yourself.

Not for my sake
so much as for hers.

You may not believe it,

but I'm a signed up member
of this family now.

Can I have this one?

Of course.

You looked very intense.

Oh, we were just talking
about our ward.

My family adopted a little girl.

She's growing up at Downton.

What's the new Lord Hexham like?

He must be your cousin.

My third cousin.

Does that count?

Is he nice?

Peter's all right.

He's not here much.

He always seems to be
in North Africa.

Do you always ask
so many questions?

I'm glad I've caught you.

They said in the dining room
you'd left.

I hope it didn't spoil
your breakfast.

I haven't had it yet.

We wanted to make
an early start.

Charlie's got something on
this afternoon.

Well, goodbye,
Mr. Talbot.

I feel guilty now,

trying to make you feel
uncomfortable yesterday.

But you were quite right.

I'll be less cavalier next time.

Maybe we'll meet again.

Are you ever in Yorkshire?

I have an aunt up there,
so you never know.

Perhaps we'll meet shooting.

Maybe, but it's not
my real sport.

What is?

Cars.

Cars?

Henry, we must go!

Heavens, what a snappy chariot.

Mr. Rogers clearly
has hidden depths.

It's mine.

But thanks for the compliment.

Welcome back, m'lord.
Carson.

There's been a development

while you were away.

Mr. Bates has gone.

I don't understand.
Gone where?

We don't know, m'lord.

But he's left you a letter.

ROBERT:
How very mysterious.

Come on.

Mr. Carson!

So does that mean
I stay on as valet?

Or am I expected to double up?

It all has to be
thought through.

They must release
Mrs. Bates

now that they've got
a confession.

No doubt his lordship
is telephoning Mr. Murray

as we speak.

Will he be hiding somewhere?

In Ireland, I presume.

He has family there.

And the English police
are not too well regarded

if they try to find him.

Why hasn't Anna been released?

Why did Carson wait?

I'll telephone Murray now.

He'll be able to get her out.

Though I don't believe
for a moment Bates did it.

No, but neither did Anna,

so it won't be unjust
to set her free.

Have you caught up
with yourself?

I'll be straight by the time
they finish dinner.

Mr. Molesley,
when you said earlier

about what you're planning
to do for Mr. Bates,

using his photo...

Yes?

I'd like to be helpful.

I'd like to come with you.

Would you?

Because that would help a lot.

But I don't want
anyone else to know.

Not unless it works.

He's sure he can
get her out at once.

He's coming up tomorrow.

Well, that's something.

Yes.

What is it?

In his letter to me,
Bates has left instructions

for how to get a message
through to him.

An Irish address
and telephone number.

Has he told anyone else?

Not as far as I know.

Not Carson.

What do you think I should do?

What you should do is easy:
Tell the police.

But what I would do

is keep it secret
until we know more.

Thank heaven we both have
a criminal turn of mind.

I should go in round the back.

No, no, no, come this way

to say hello to his lordship.

I saw the car.

What a relief.

We were waiting for it.

Yes, but I'm not released,
m'lord.

I'm still on bail.

Maybe, but with
a signed confession

and a man on the run,

they could never hope
for a guilty verdict.

And if they find him
and prove him innocent,

then do I go back to prison?

It is a very frustrating
situation.

If he's guilty, I'm innocent

and if I'm guilty,
he's innocent.

Except neither of us did it.

Which is what we must prove.

Well, you're home now,

and that's something.

At least we're going forwards
and not backwards.

And now, can the car take me
to the station?

Stark will drive us both.

I have to be in York
in half an hour,

so I'm leaving now.

Carson, would you tell
her ladyship where I've gone?

Certainly, m'lord.

Do you want to come in this way?

No, I'll go round

by the kitchen
courtyard, m'lady.

Might as well get back
into the swing of things.

So this is the famous broth?

What else would it be?

Are you ready
to be judged on it?

I shall be judged by you,
Mr. Spratt, whatever happens.

Well, if you mean
I will judge you

for promoting yourself
through lies and fraud,

then yes, I will.

So will she.

Your unmasking is at hand.

Oh!

God in Heaven.

Oh, Denker?

Oh!

I was talking menus
with Mrs. Potter

when Spratt reminded me
about the broth.

He didn't want your efforts
to be overlooked.

I'm sure he didn't,
not a chance.

Of course,
the proof of the pudding

is in the eating, m'lady.

Indeed.

May I taste it?

Uh...

Thank you.

I warned you, m'lady.

It is...

delicious.

It can't be!

It's not possible!

There is a point, Spratt,

where malice ceases
to be amusing.

Thank you, Denker, very much.

I'm not hungry enough to do
your soup justice this evening.

Let us save its delights
for another day.

Whatever you wish,

your ladyship.

Thank you.

Thank you.

I thought you'd look in
before you came down.

To tell you how
I got on in York?

Yes.

I wanted to wait

until we were all together.

You'll be pleased to hear

that I am not about to have
a heart attack.

Your father has an ulcer.

Oh, that's a relief.

EDITH: Well yes, it is a relief,

but you've got to be good
with your diet.

Well said.

We'll take it seriously.

White fish, chicken,
no alcohol...

Steady on.

I mean it... you frightened me

and I don't like
being frightened.

Even so, there must be room
for negotiation?

Why don't you promise
to lay off everything

until Christmas Day?

Christmas Eve.

Very well... Christmas Eve, Mama?

I suppose, but I'll be strict.

And then we'll have
a merry Christmas

as my last memory of Downton.

Don't make it sound so final.

Oh, I'll be back one day.

I'll need to see
how the village turned out.

That reminds me.

Good news in the evening post.

The della Francesca sold
amazingly well.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Let's go through.

Shall we?

Wonderful news, congratulations.

Hallelujah!

We are to have another footman
to help you, Mr. Molesley.

Oh!

How did you wangle that?

His lordship
has had some good news

and I shamelessly
took advantage.

Did I hear right,
Mr. Carson?

Are we to have a new footman?

Do your ears have
wireless aerials, Mr. Barrow?

I hope you'll give
another chance to Andy.

The lad we had in London

for Lady Rose's wedding?

He was very nice.

I seem to remember him
gadding round town

with Miss Denker
and staying out 'til all hours.

I had no trouble with the lad,
but it's your decision.

Thank you, Andy.

Pleasure, Miss Sybbie.

Ready for the lights?

Three, two, one...

It's beautiful, Daddy!

No luck there.

Shall we have a break
after the next one?

I think that's a good idea.

Where to now?

I believe it's The Fountain Inn.

Shut your eyes.

I thought you'd like to know
I've bought the house.

We've completed.

Oh, I am pleased.

That's a nice thing to know
before Christmas.

You can open them now.

Ooh.

Will we be a big party?

Family, really.

Mr. Atticus and Lady Rose
are coming, which is nice.

His parents won't bother
with Christmas.

Don't start.

Then I gather they're off
to New York in January,

when Mr. Branson
goes to Boston.

Yeah.

I'll miss him,
I don't mind admitting it.

I know you're uncomfortable
with him,

but I feel he's a sort of bridge
between us all.

I'm used to him.

I'll say that.

Heavens.

Don't let him hear you.

It'll go straight to his head.

Ah, Mr. Carson.

Might I trouble you
for a moment, please?

ROBERT:
Come in.

I understand
you asked to see me.

Carson will stay.

It's about
Mr. Bates, m'lord.

So Carson tells us,

Please, we're all anxious

to hear anything to Bates' good.

But how can we get
a message to him?

That's what worries me.

Let us concern ourselves
with that

when we know the new evidence.

Mr. Bates told the police

that he'd spent the day
Mr. Green died

walking round York.

He said he'd eaten in a pub,
but he couldn't identify it.

He must have been
out of his mind.

Is it any wonder he'd forgotten?

No.

But we know which pub it was.

What?

I took a photograph
of Mr. Bates,

and we, Miss Baxter and I,
we've spent our days off

walking around the city

and questioning the landlords.

But it must have taken forever.

How long have you been
doing this?

Since we came back

from Brancaster.

And how many pubs
have you visited?

Oh, 60, 70.

We had a list of them and we
ticked them off, one by one.

We still had a third to do

when we found him.

Oh, it's here, m'lord.

It's a Mr. Salter
of the Pickerel in King Street.

And he'll swear to this?

He will, m'lady.

He remembered
Mr. Bates' limp.

And he also remembered

how he almost got angry

when Mr. Salter tried
to help him to a table.

Sounds like Bates.

Then they started talking,

and it turned out that
they'd both served

in the South African War.

Mr. Bates
is quite distinctive,

so I believed
we had a good chance.

May I make a suggestion?

If Mr. Vyner accepts
this man's statement,

then surely it would overturn
any attempt to prosecute.

MARY: But if this does
prove Bates' innocence,

which it clearly it does,
won't they rearrest Anna?

We must cross that bridge
when we come to it.

We can't leave Bates on the run

when he's an innocent man.

Of course not.

Molesley, Baxter.

You have done something fine.

Generous and fine.

I'll telephone
Mr. Murray at once,

but I'm sure that
neither Bates nor we

can ever adequately express
our gratitude.

Thank you, m'lord.

I've spoken to Murray.

He's certain
there won't be a problem

once he has the statement.

Have you sent a message
to Bates?

I can't decide.
I should.

Tell him to come over,

and when he's arrived
to contact Murray

without saying where he is.

Poor old Murray.

We'll have him running
a thieves' kitchen

before we're finished with him.

Do you think they'll
rearrest Anna?

Murray says not.

The witness who identified her
is having doubts,

and the police know their case
would be shredded in court.

Of course something else may
turn up, but until it does...

They'll leave her at liberty.

Well, thank heaven.

I can't stop thinking
about Tom leaving.

I suppose there's no point

in trying to persuade him
to let Sybbie stay?

No point at all.

How are you feeling?

Oh, better.

Much better.

Bored to sobs, but better.

Please be careful
on Christmas Eve

if you do decide to drink.

You'll get plastered
on a sniff of sherry.

Paradise.

I'm serious.

You can't make
a fool of yourself

in front of the tenants.

They'd be uncomfortable.

I'm glad the picture
sold so well.

It makes me feel better
about spoiling it for you.

There is not now,
nor ever will be,

anything you have
spoiled for me.

Well, don't spoil
Christmas Eve for me.

Oh, my!

Taste that,
Mrs. Hughes.

Maybe you'll write
a cookery book, Daisy?

Maybe that's where she's headed.

Oh, I hope you change your mind
about your studies

and start the new year
with a new determination.

I can't bear for it all
to go to waste.

But you're always complaining

they keep me from my work.

You know I don't mean it.

Anything could happen for you.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Maybe.

And if it means a bit
of extra work for me,

so be it.

And happy Christmas!

Why didn't you show it
to me before this?

It's been months!

Well, I've shown you now.

You must know I resent
Larry's treatment of you

very much.

Things can never be good
between us again.

But it will not involve me.

And nothing will make you
change your mind?

I'm afraid not.

But I will always think of you
with great affection

and wish you nothing
but the best.

Well, that sounds more final
than if you'd spat in my eye.

I love you, Isobel Crawley.

I know it's not enough.

I know I'm old and played out.

But I do love you
with my whole heart.

You're not played out.

And it means a great deal to me.

But I will not poison
what years we have left

by setting you
against your children.

Oh!

Have I interrupted
a lovers' tryst?

Thank you for injecting humor

into this moment of misery.

I must go.

Oh, dear, I've cut you short.

Not really.

There was nothing more to say.

Good bye.

That was rather sad.

Yes, it was sad.

Are we guests
or servants tonight?

Both, I should hope.

I think we're as good
as the tenant farmers,

thank you very much.

Mr. Barrow, Andrew,
they're starting to arrive.

Mr. Molesley can't manage
on his own.

If you could bring up the food?

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Take those...

I wonder if I might have
a word later.

If such a thing were possible.

It's possible.

Let me know when.

I thought it was a good moment

while Mama has them all
downstairs.

What are you thinking?

I'm taking photographs
in my mind

to think of when I'm far away.

Oh, Tom...

I'm always ticking off Mary

for saying she doesn't
want you to go,

but I hope you know
how much I'll miss you.

Well, I know how much
I'll miss all of you,

and I suppose that must be
pretty similar.

Great minds think alike.

What do you say we take a moment
to think of Sybil?

We're the three left on earth
who loved her the most.

And Mama and Papa.

But we're the three who
should have grown old with her.

That's true.

And who knows when
we'll be together again?

Darling Sybil...

Wherever you are, we send you
all our love and kisses

for the happiest
of happy Christmases.

Sybbie's last Christmas
in this house.

The house where she was born.

Don't say that.

We'll be back.

You wouldn't consider
leaving her here

until you'd settled in?

No, I would not.

No.

But I love the way you love her.

We must go down.

They're arriving.

♪ “ Now to the Lord sing praises,
all you within this place ♪“

♪ " And with true love
and brotherhood ♪"

♪ " Each other now embrace ♪"

♪ " The holy tide of Christmas
all other doth deface ♪“

♪ " Oh, tidings of comfort
and joy, comfort and joy ♪"

♪ Oh, tidings of comfort
and joy. ♪

Oh, we'll have a break now!

Please, all of you,
help yourselves to a drink

and have something to eat!

You too, Molesley, Andrew.

And Anna, you...
you have a drink.

I want everybody
to have a drink!

Some of us have
already had a drink.

Oh, don't be such a spoilsport.

What do you think you're doing?

God, you are
a dreary little man.

Is everything going well here?

M'lady.

Spratt?

Yes.

Because I don't like dissension.

Spratt, I won't have it.

Dissension, m'lady?

Perish the thought.

Let's keep it that way.

You look very dazed.

I am.

You forget, I've never done
a Christmas before.

At least not properly.

Well, you're in

for the Downton Christmas
this year,

and if that doesn't put you off,
nothing will.

It's funny.

It's finally beginning
to sink in

I now belong to two families.

I'm a part of both.

Me too.

It's called being married,

and I think it's just lovely.

Don't let Mr. Carson
catch you.

Oh, he seems a kind man to me.

He's a fair man,

but I wouldn't put it
higher than that.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Thank you.

Oh, close the door,
for god's sake.

Make them think
they're not allowed in.

We can't stay for long.

It's cheating.

We have earned it,

after the year we've had.

Oh, I know.

Proposals and propositions.

Not what one expects at our age.

Oh, but Cousin Violet, I do wish

you'd tell me the truth
about Princess Kuragin.

You detest her, and yet
I've never known you fight

for anyone with more passion.

I suppose they're in Paris now,
so what harm can it do?

When I met the prince
at the royal wedding,

we fell madly in love.

And in the weeks that followed,

weeks of balls

and midnight skating
to the strains of the balalaika,

we resolved to elope.

You know, to be free.

And what happened?

Well, at the appointed hour,

we started for the port

to set sail
in the prince's yacht,

but my maid had betrayed us
to the princess,

who set out in pursuit.

She caught up with our carriage,

wrenched the door open,
and pulled me out.

Pulled you out?
What, by your arm?

Oh, by my arm,
by my hair, by my leg.

Anything to get me out
of the coach.

Then she flung me into the cab
that brought her

and sent me back
to Lord Grantham.

You must have looked
rather disheveled.

Men notice nothing.

So she saved you from ruin?

From ruin,
from the loss of my children,

and from a life in the shadows.

And you were grateful.

Within a week,
I felt she had pulled me back

from the brink of the abyss.

And now, at last,
you see, we are even.

She saved me,

and I saved her.

And you've never strayed again?

I've never risked
everything again.

That's not quite what I asked.

It's all the answer you'll get.

Remember,
we were the Edwardians.

Oh, what are you doing,

hiding in here?

Quick, come out!

Chop chop!

I suppose you're all packed?

Pretty well.

But you and I should go through
everything in my office.

In fact, you should
take it over.

I wouldn't know where to start.

There's nothing I do you won't
be able to manage twice as well.

Tom, Mary, you have to come.

Robert's about to give a speech,
and it is not a good idea!

MARY:
It was bound to happen.

He hasn't touched a drop
for months.

ROBERT:
Ladies and gentlemen...

Ladies and gentlemen!

I hope you will let me
speak for you

when I thank his lordship

for this wonderful party
and for a marvelous year.

Now just a minute...

♪ " For he's a jolly good fellow ♪"

♪ “ For he's a jolly good
fellow... ♪“

Is this a good moment?

It is if you want it to be.

♪ " ...and so say all of us. ♪"

I...

And now Lady Mary
is going to sing for us,

accompanied by Lady Edith.

Do I have to...?

Yes.

Okay.

♪ " Silent night,
holy night ♪"

♪ " Sleeps the world,
hid from sight ♪"

♪ " Mary and Joseph
in stable bare ♪“

♪ " Watched o'er child,
beloved and fair ♪"

♪ “ Sleep in heavenly rest ♪“

♪ “ Sleep in heavenly rest. ♪“

I don't think I should.

Go on.

It's Christmas.

Let's toast your new house.

Maybe I should mention
one thing.

You say "your new house,"
but it isn't only mine.

No?

No.

I have registered it
in both of our names.

I hope you don't mind,

but I hate to change a plan
when there's no need.

Mr. Carson,
I'm very appreciative.

Really.

But I can't accept.

Why not?

Who knows what the future
may hold

or how much longer

we'll even be here?

Suppose you want to move away

and change your life entirely.

You don't want
to be stuck with me.

But that's the point.

What is?

I do want to be stuck with you.

I'm not convinced
I can be hearing this right.

You are if you think
I'm asking you to marry me.

Well?

Well.

You could knock me down
with a feather.

And you're not offended?

Mr. Carson, I can assure you

the very last thing in the world
that I am at this moment

is offended.

You can take
as long as you like.

I won't press you.

Because one thing I do know:
I'm not marrying anyone else.

Well, then...

What exactly are we celebrating?

We're celebrating the fact that

I can still get a proposal
at my age.

And that's it?

Of course I'll marry you,
you old booby.

I thought you'd never ask.

ROBERT:
I'm going to miss you very much,

my boy.

Did I tell you?

Very much.

I suppose everyone's
saying that.

Yes, they are,

but it's not like you
to be sentimental.

E vino veritas...
from wine comes truth.

And the fact is,

I've grown extremely
fond of you, Tom.

Sybil would be amazed
to hear it, but I have.

Always remember you have a home
to come back to.

Sybil would be very touched,
as am I.

And yes,

I will think of Downton
as my home,

and that would have
amazed Sybil,

have no doubt about it.

Now, what should
Marigold call me?

Donk.

Why not?

Everyone else does.

She can call me Donk,

and every time she does,
I'll be reminded of you.

Brava, Sybbie.

That's a victory.

Oh, is it time to sing?

No.

No, I do have something to say.

Ladies and gentlemen.

My son-in-law,
Mr. Branson,

asked for your gratitude to me.

Now her ladyship and I

should like to repay
the compliment.

Tom Branson has helped Downton

navigate the choppy seas
of the modern world

and brought it to the good place
where it is now.

But it is time for him
to leave us,

and while we regret his going,

we wish him and Miss Sybbie well
in their new life.

So let us give a round
of applause as a send-off.

Bravo.

♪ “ O come, all ye faithful... ♪“

CORA:
Well done.

But you didn't
sound drunk at all.

How did you do that?

Concentration.

You forget,
I was trained as a soldier.

♪ “ O come ye to Bethlehem ♪“

♪ " Come and behold Him,
born the King of Angels ♪"

♪ “ O come, let us adore Him,
O come, let us adore Him... ♪“

Oh, Mr. Bates!

♪ “ ...let us adore Him,
Christ the Lord ♪"

♪ “ God of God,
light of light... ♪"

Happy Christmas.

♪ “ Lo he not
the Virgin's womb... ♪“

But how did you...?

Shh!

We'll worry about
everything else later.

But for now, let's just have
a very happy Christmas.

♪ “ O come, let us adore him,
O come, let us adore him ♪"

♪ “ O come, let us adore him,
Christ the Lord. ♪"