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(ORCHESTRA
PLAYING DRAMATIC lNTRO)

(ORCHESTRA
PLAYING JAUNTY TUNE)

(JAUNTY TUNE CONTINUES)

(CAR HORN HONKING)

MAN: Susan! Sorry.
SUSAN: Oh.

MAN: So sorry,
have you got the turkey now?

MAN 2: Taxi!

(CAR KLAXON HORN BLARING)

(ORCHESTRA CONTINUES PLAYING)

(BICYCLE BELL RINGS)

(PEOPLE SPEAKING lNDISTINCTLY)

(BELL DINGS)
(GRUNTS)

(JAUNTY MUSIC SLOWS)

WOMAN: Oh.

MAN: You all right?
(WOMAN SIGHS)

MAN: Never mind.

(ORCHESTRA PLAYING
I'll SEE YOU AGAIN)

(AUDIENCE LAUGHING)

LADY SHAYNE: (SINGING)
I'll see you again

Whenever spring
breaks through again

Time may lie heavy between

But what has been

ls past forgetting

This sweet memory

Across the years

Will come to me

Though my world
may go awry

In my heart will ever lie

Just the echo of a sigh

Goodbye

(lNSTRUMENTAL lNTERLUDE)

I will see you again

Whenever spring
breaks through again

Though my world
has gone awry

Though the years
my tears may dry

I shall love you
till I die

Goodbye

What a melody.

My God, what a melody.

(AUDIENCE APPLAUDING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

(CHEERING)

(ORCHESTRAL MUSIC SWELLS,
FADES)

It's the door at the end
of the corridor, sir.
Ah.

WOMAN: Betty?
BETTY: What?

Can I borrow some lippy?
BETTY: Again? You're terrible.

Bring it back.
You never
gave me mine back last time.

ROBERT: Excuse me, can I...

EMCEE: (OVER SPEAKERS)
Nice show tonight,
ladies and gentlemen...

WOMAN: Mmm.
Don't forget,
it's the matinee tomorrow.

The half will be
at five to 2:00.

(LAUGHING)

Ah.

Hello, Barrow.
You got our note?

I hope we're not
being a nuisance.

Not at all, my lord.

ROBERT: Mr. Dexter.
Hello.

How about
a glass of champagne?

You mustn't let us
hold you up.

It's so thrilling
to be backstage.

Bitter Sweet seems to be
a big hit.

We're living
in the age
of Noël Coward.

Exactly. Although,
I don't suppose Noël
would put it quite like that.

NOËL:
How would I put it?

BERTIE: Oh.
GUY: We were just saying

how your star shines
more brightly
with every new show.

Ah.
GUY: Do you know
Lord and Lady Grantham,

Lord and Lady Hexham?

The show was marvelous.
Yes.

CORA: Although,
we're not qualified to judge,
of course.

Everyone is qualified
to say something nice,
Lady Grantham.

Mr. Dexter's dresser
used to work for us,

so we thought
we'd look in.

Guy made that picture
at your house, didn't he?

I so enjoyed it.
(GUY CHUCKLING)

I hope you'll return one day
to the scene of your triumph.

Oh, we'd like that
very much, milady.

(GUY CHUCKLING)

(ROBERT CLEARS THROAT QUIETLY)

And we better run.

We're dining at the new lvy
on West Street.

My favorite haunt
if it weren't for the prices.

The last time I dined there,
I asked for the bill
and a pistol.

(LAUGHING)
How much was it?

£10 for three of us.

£10 for three people?

Well, I suppose
we don't have to go there.
Oh, yes, we do.

We must get a wiggle on
if we don't want
to lose our table.

Yes. Thank you.

Bye-bye.
We loved it.

Thank you.
Ah. Thank you.

Milord.
Goodbye.

Thank you.
ANNOUNCER: The stage door
will be closing in 30 minutes.

They're very hearty
with each other, aren't they?

Dexter and Barrow?

They must travel
a lot together.

That's right, of course.

(DOOR CLOSES)

How long
did you work for them?

Quite a few years.
And were you happy?

Not as happy as I am now.

(I'll SEE YOU AGAIN PLAYING)

What a lovely night.

BATES: The London season's
always good fun.

Then back we go to Downton.

(BATES CHUCKLES)

(DOOR OPENS)

(LAUGHING)
ANNA: Oh, they're still up?

MRS. HUGHES:
Oh. There you are.

How was it?

It was a lovely night.

So, we walked back
along Piccadilly,

then down through
the Green Park.

Oh, we saw what they've built
to replace Devonshire House.

You mustn't do too much,
not in your condition.

I feel fine. Honestly.

It's good to be out
in the air.

It looks as if
the new Grosvenor House Hotel
is open at last.

I'm impressed.

It's sad to think
of London being stripped

of its private palaces.

MRS. HUGHES:
It had to happen, Charlie.

What with these new taxes,
no one can afford them
anymore.

(DOORBELL RINGING)

MRS. PATMORE: Well, who could
that be at this time of night?

No, no, no. I'll get it.

Oh, tell us more
about Mr. Dexter's show.

BAXTER: There was
one song which keeps

going round in my head.
REPORTER: Sir, do you have
something to say

about Lady Mary?
CARSON: Certainly not.

(SINGING)
I'll see you again...

Thank you, Ms. Baxter.

(CHUCKLING)
Hey, don't let her
put you off.

Oh, who was that?

Some fool asking
impertinent questions
about the family.

I shut the door
on him.

It is odd to think
tomorrow is your last day.

What will we do
when you're no longer here
to protect us?

Andrew will...
I should say

Mr. Parker will
look after you instead.

How do you feel about
your imminent promotion, Andy?

ANDY: I feel ready.

I've served my years
before the mast.

I only hope you're right.

Charlie...

was that about Lady Mary?
(GROANS)

Oh, there's bound to be
some interest.

After our little exchange,
he won't trouble us again.

Hmm.

(LONDON PRIDE PLAYING)

Lord knows what I'd have worn
tonight if it wasn't ready.

You will be a sensation.

Did I hear that one of
the Petersfields' daughters
is engaged?

EDITH: Gwendolen.

They've just announced it.

Someone nice?

Lord Belsay.

Very suitable.

London Pride has been
handed down to us

London Pride
is a flower that's free

Whoa, Liza
See the coster barrows

The vegetable marrows
and the fruit piled high

Oh, Liza
Little London sparrows...

Oh, Catherine.

Where the costers cry

Cockney feet
Mark the beat of history...

(SNORING)

Every street
pins a memory down

Nothing ever
can quite replace

The grace of London Town

You are good
to stay in London
for Uncle Harold.

Do you think
he's finally made sense
of Grandmama's estate?

It seems unfair
that both Papa and Mama

should lose their mothers
in such quick succession.

At least Papa was there
for Granny.
Hmm.

It's been
much harder for Mama.

To be the grieving
and dutiful daughter

from across the ocean.

All the more reason
to hope Harold
has settled things.

We've already spent
half the money.

That dress
won't have helped.

(CHUCKLING)
(ENTRY BELL JINGLING)

Hello, Mary. Edith.
EDITH: Mrs. Vanneck.

How are you?
Very well.

I saw your parents
at the new
Lady Rosebery's party.

As full of energy as ever.

Yes, they're holding up.

How are Henry and Bertie?

We're all pretty good,
I think.

So, Henry's home
from his travels?

Uh, yes.

Yes, he is.
I'm afraid we have to run,

but we'll give them
all your love.

Oh.

Thanks for that.
Happy to help.

Jump on.

(CHUCKLES)

(BELL DINGS)
(ENGINE PUTTERING)

I don't mind admitting it.

After tonight, I'll be ready
to go back to Downton.

The London season's endless.

I'm worn out.

You enjoy the season.
You know it.

I used to,
but now the girls are out,

I'm not sure
I see the point anymore.

This has just been delivered.

So nice of you all
to stay on for
my cousin's bash tonight.

An invitation
to Petersfield House
feels like

quite a hot ticket.

I'm glad they've held on
to their HQ.

Not for much longer.
ROBERT: Oh, no.

The Petersfield ball
has been an institution
all my life.

You can't blame them
for not wanting to run

a fully staffed house
the size of Selfridges

in order to give
one party a year.

ROBERT:
I suppose not.

It's been a while
since we've seen
Mr. Levinson.

He's been busy settling
my late grandmother's affairs.

He and Mama
are both executors,

but with the estate
being in America,

it's really fallen to him.

I'm sure he and Her Ladyship
can manage things
between them.

You must tell me
when it's too much for you.

I can always share Baxter
with Mama

until the baby's born.

There's time yet,
and anyway,
I've done it before.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)
Right.

I think that's everything,
milady.

(DOOR OPENS)

Last day
with Carson in charge.

And Mrs. Patmore leaves
in a few weeks.

But I think Parker
will do well enough,

even if it will feel
strange without Carson.

Things change, milord,

and somehow,
we must change with them.

Very true.

Did you see
they're pulling down
Dorchester House?

We used to go there a lot
when the Reids had it.

But plenty of families
are throwing in the towel.

I hope Grantham House
is in no danger.

How long has it been
in the family?

Oh.
We bought it in about 1760,

and my grandfather
rebuilt it in 1854.

Quite a time.
You're right.

Quite a time.

And that means
something to me.

Would you tie this?

CORA: Darling,
how nice you look.

But I wish
you were coming home
with us tomorrow.

Someone needs to be here
to welcome Uncle Harold

when his ship gets in.

I'll give him dinner
and bring him north
for the weekend.

ROBERT: The weekend?

I'm glad Mama
isn't alive to hear you
say that word.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)
(DOOR OPENS)

The car's outside, milord.

(ENTHRALLING lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

NEWS VENDOR:
Divorce in high places!

Get your paper!

Divorce in high places!
Come on, read all about it!

There you go, love.
Thank you so much.

(OVERLAPPING CHATTER)

REPORTER:
This way. This way, please.

My lady, my lord, this way.

You got a quote
for The Herald, have you?

Lady Mary, you look exquisite.

(CLAMORING)

Why do they all want
a picture of Mary?

Because she's so pretty,
of course.

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Ah, it's Mr. Carson's
last night in service.

I couldn't let
that pass unnoticed.

Oh, you won't be
far behind him,

which I'm sure your husband
is very glad about.

Mr. Mason
has been very patient.

You've seen the Crawleys
through some testing times,
Mr. Carson.

Oh, they've been
good to me, too.

Not everyone
would have taken in
a former song and dance man,

not back then.

You don't often talk
about that.

And he's not going to now.
(CARSON GRUNTS)

At the end of a career,
you look back
more than you did

and think about
all the changes
you've witnessed.

Shall we raise a glass
to Mr. Carson?

Yes.
I'm not going far.

But we will miss
seeing you each day.

I would like
to thank you,
Mr. Carson.

You've taught me
so much,

and I hope one day
I'll be a worthy successor.

Mmm.

Mr. Carson.

OTHERS: Mr. Carson.

(UPBEAT lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

Uh, uh, Lady Mary.

Could I have a quick word?

Excuse me.
Of course.

Mama?

What's going on?
Are you all right?

Uh, I'm so sorry, but a...

a rather tricky situation
has arisen.

Why? What's happened?

Uh, my maid
just told me...

Your maid
just told you what?

That Lady Mary
is divorced.

(MUSIC CONTINUES)

She said it was
in the evening paper.

This is nonsense.

It's not nonsense.

(MUSIC STOPS)

I got the decree nisi today.

Well, that explains
the photographers.

You mean it's true?
(SIGHS)

I'm sorry to say
that it is.

LADY PETERSFIELD: Well, then
I'm afraid you can't stay.

Prince and Princess Arthur
of Connaught are on their way,

and the princess simply
cannot be in the same room
as a divorced woman.

I do apologize,
but Lady Mary must go now.

Sarah, is this really...

No, I really must insist.

You're chucking my daughter
out of your house?

Oh, most reluctantly,
I assure you,
but their Royal Highnesses

would be badly compromised
if anyone found out.

I've never heard anything
so ridiculous in all my life.
Papa, it's all right.

I'll go.

I'm very sorry,
Lady Petersfield.

I shouldn't have come.

Wait.

(LOW MURMURING)

(MUSIC RESUMES)

It's going to be
hard for her.

Very hard, I'm afraid.

The young crowd
may be all right,

but you have to remember,

my mother wouldn't have
a divorced woman in the house.

WOMAN 1: It's just shocking.
(WOMAN 2 EXCLAIMS)

LADY PETERSFIELD:
I do thank you
for your kind understanding.

I've asked the footman
to bring your coat.

Ah, there he is.

MARY: Ah, thank you.

LADY PETERSFIELD:
I am sorry.

Well, so you keep saying.

DOORMAN:
Your Royal Highnesses.
Oh. Quickly.

Hide, hide!

Your Royal Highnesses.

What a splendid evening
you've laid on for us,
Lady Petersfield.

Your presence is what lends
its splendor, ma'am.

Let me take you up
to the ballroom.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

PRINCESS ARTHUR:
What an enchanting
little house this is.

What an absurd woman.

There's no need to sound
so indignant.

You knew Henry and I were
getting a divorce.

But not that it had
come through.

Well, it has.
And you never thought
to tell us?

Why on earth not?

Because I'm a fool.

And I suppose
I thought I could have
one last night

before the sky fell in.

Of course,
it's all ludicrous.

Ludicrous or not,
it's time for me
to leave,

and with little fuss
as possible.

Then we're coming with you.

Uh, don't try
and talk me out of it.

Papa, you know
perfectly well
you can't leave

before the prince
and princess.

Go back up
and come home
when they've left.

I mean it.

What will you do?

I'll take a taxi.

If I can find one
that will carry
a divorced woman.

(SIGHS)

(TAKES DEEP BREATH)

(REPORTERS CLAMORING)

Lady Mary, one photo, please.

Lady Mary, one photo!

Lady Mary,
a photograph, please!

(CLAMORING CONTINUES)

REPORTER: Is it true
what they're saying?

What's the reason
for the split?

(GENTLE lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(SOMBER lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(BUZZING)

It was stupid.

I don't blame anyone but me.

I bet His Lordship
was furious.

Yes, but it wasn't fair.

Lady Petersfield
did what she had to.

I'm divorced
and not wanted
in respectable company.

Don't say such a thing.
Why not, if it's true?

What do the servants know?

They knew
it was coming, and...

tonight they know
it's happened.

It was in The Evening News.

So I gather.

Was it bad?

No.

No, not too bad.

Just how Mr. Talbot's gone
and...

you run Downton
with His Lordship.

(VOICE SHAKING)
Which is all true,
I suppose.

But now the other papers
will pick it up.

I'm sorry if the newspapers
made you unhappy, milady.

The divorce has made me
unhappy.
(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Mama, if you've left
the party...
The royals left before us.

They went early, thank God.

But I've decided
I won't visit anywhere
you're not welcome.

Will that be all, milady?
No. You can hear this.

And sit down.

Mama, I forbid it.

Papa would be
in a hopeless situation.

You'd make the whole thing
much worse than it is.

But what can I do then?
If you want to please me,

you'll behave
completely normally.

How?
I don't know.

Some friends will be happy
to break the rules.

But the rest,
you'll go without me.

I couldn't.
We'll just have to
get used to it.

Good night, my darling.
Try and sleep.

(SIGHS)
(DOOR CLOSES)

Well, now we know
what I'm up against.

I admire you, Lady Mary.

You're very brave.

(SIGHS SOFTLY)

(DISHES CLINKING)

MRS. PATMORE: Good morning.
Is it?

I haven't slept a wink.

We knew
it was coming, Charlie.

We've known
as much for months.

It'll change our lives,
though, now it's out
in the open.

How's Lady Mary
taking it?

She's not happy.
I can say that.

Well, I'm just glad
the old lady
didn't live to see it.

Oh, he forced her into it.

Mr. Talbot,

with his airs and graces
and his fast cars,
I don't think.

He pushed her
and tricked her

and brought scandal
on this once great family.

We don't know everything.

I know enough
to recognize a bully

and a feckless playboy
when I see one.
(GRUNTS)

MARY: I don't know, Mama.

The more he drove,
the more he toured the world,

the less he cared about me.

What else can I say?

It still annoys me
that Henry's girlfriend

wasn't named in court
and he hired
that tart instead.

You know the rules.

The husband names
a paid trollop,

not his real mistress.

It's all very proper
in its prim dishonesty.

I still blame Mrs. Baron.

MARY:
She wasn't the problem.

Henry had made up his mind,
and that's all there is to it.

ROBERT:
That is what's happened,

and now we must
just get on with it.

Thus spake the Englishman.

I am English,
and I thank God for it.

We know.

Thank heaven
we'll soon be home.

(GRIPPING lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

Home sweet home.

(SCRUBBING)

Have you missed me?

Of course.
(CAROLINE GIGGLING)

Hello.

(WHISPERS)
Don't tell Nanny.

MARIGOLD: Thank you.
Thank you. (GIGGLING)

Where's Mrs. Patmore?
Have you left her behind?

She stayed in London
with Lady Mary.

They'll be back on Friday,
but you'll have to cook
until then.

I don't mind.
It's not long
till I take over.

So this is the start
of our time.

Hello, Andy.

Can we go and see
Mr. Mason's pigs?

Good idea, Master George.

After you.

GEORGE:
ls Mama back, too?

ANDY: Lady Mary
will be here on Friday.

"Man overboard!

"It startled everybody."
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

ISOBEL: I'm so sorry.

It must have been
terribly upsetting for her.

(BARKS, PANTING)
How much does George know?

(CHUCKLES) Oh.
ROBERT: I'm not sure,

but I think
we should leave it
to Mary to tell him.

(CHILDREN GIGGLING)

I keep thinking about Mary.

Will she be treated that way
up here?

Not if I can help it.

She won't find it easy
being an outcast.

She was always
the belle of the ball.

What's happened, uh,
since we've been away?

(CHUCKLES) Mainly Isobel
organizing the County Show.

You don't mind
they made her president?

Are you joking?
She's my savior.

ROBERT: Mama enjoyed it.

She always complained,
of course.

LORD MERTON: The hardest task

is hauling Sir Hector Moreland
over to her side.

Good luck with that.

Mama couldn't stand him.

(SOFT CHATTER)
(ENGINE SPUTTERING)

(BRAKES SCREECH)

(HORNS HONKING)

Daisy!

(PANTING) Daisy.
Hello, Mr. Molesley.
What have you got there?

Latest copy of Picturegoer.

Has an article
on my new film.

I bought some copies
for the house.
How exciting.

But it's...
It's quite
a responsibility, too.

What is?

Being famous
in the film world.

Always remember...

an actor is nothing
without a good script.

If audiences like them,

it's only because
of what we tell them to say.

You don't think of that
when you're sitting
in the stalls.

Yeah.

Well, cheerio.

In many ways, the writers
are the real stars of cinema.

What do you mean,
a tribute?

Will the late Lady Grantham
approve of our disrupting

the established traditions
of the County Show?

Perhaps we can establish
a new tradition in her honor.

Hmm. I'd need
to be convinced.

Here are the entrants
in the farming categories.
They're confirmed.

Thank you.
That will be very helpful.

And this is my list
of prize-givers.

Including
the present Lady Grantham?

She can say something nice
about her mother-in-law

that will give you
what you want.

Even if I didn't find
old Lady Grantham very easy.

She could be so sentimental.

Violet sentimental?

She wanted children's prizes
for everything.

And since she was president
and I was only chairman,

there wasn't much
I could do.

Thankfully, I put a stop
to all that
the year before last.

Well, I hope
it won't annoy you,

but I do have
some ideas of my own.

Really?

If you'll take my advice, I...

I shall be so grateful
for your advice, Sir Hector.

When I ask for it.

(SOFT CHATTER)

MARY: Uncle Harold.

(CHUCKLES) Oh.

Do my eyes deceive me,

or is this vision
the great Lady Mary Talbot?

I'm so pleased to see you.
Yeah.

We are eager for your news.

Well...
MAN: Please introduce us,
Harold.

Oh.
May I present Gus Sambrook.

Oh. Have you come to see
my uncle, Mr. Sambrook?

I... I've come
with your uncle.

Didn't you warn them, Harold?
Well, I meant to.

I must have forgotten.
But is the house
not big enough?

Oh.

You mean
you want to stay here?

Is that a terrible nuisance?
(DOOR OPENS)

No.
Thank you.

I went to make
some old-fashioneds.

There's one for you.

You should've
rung the bell.

I did, but no one knew
how to make them.

Mr. Sambrook
will be staying with us.

Mr. Levinson said,
milady.

I've put him
in the Bird Room.
Very good.

Gus wasn't sure
he could come

until just before
the boat sailed.

And why did you come?

Oh, he knows
all about business.

He can help me explain
things to Cora.

Well, it's a long way
to travel for that.

I've also got a horse running
in the Gold Cup at Ascot.

Ooh. This is very strong.

You know,
I should run.

I'm having dinner
at the Savoy,
and I'm late.

Uh, I suppose
the night watchman
will let me in?

The night watchman
is a thing of the past.

But I've got
a key for you.
I'll see you out.

(GLASS CLINKS ON TABLE)

Here you are.

So let me guess...

Robert is furious

and Cora's sympathetic.

Papa's miserable
as much as angry.

Now, Cora's a Yank.

She knows society can learn
to live with divorce.

It'll be true here
before too long.

But it's not true yet.

Still, Downton keeps me busy.

What are you up to there?
Mainly renovating the cottages

and doing up
the old smoking room.

I thought a music room
would be a wonderful memorial

for both my grandmothers.

Mmm.
That's a nice idea.

Even if my mother was more
Gershwin than Rachmaninoff.

(CHUCKLES)
It's a lot to get done,

but that's where
you come in.

I really got to go.

Enjoy your dinner.
Good night.

Good night.
(DOOR OPENS)

(WATER RUNNING, SCRUBBING)

Can I do anything to help?

Everything's under control.

And I've enjoyed myself.

It's been a while
since I cooked for the family,

and that was
with Mrs. Patmore in charge.

You'd better
get used to it.

I think they'll be pleased.

I'm sure we will.

Oh. Lady Merton.

What can we do for you?

It's Daisy
I've come to see.

Me, milady?
Yes.

It's a straightforward
request,

but it will require
some of your time.

As you may know,

every president
of the County Show

is supported by a committee,
and I want you to be a member.

But why me?

The show
has always been run

by a rather narrow group
of people.

I want to bring it
more up-to-date,

and I would value
some fresh eyes to help me.

Mmm, a wise choice.

(STUTTERS)
If I may say so, milady.

ISOBEL: Please,

do think about it.

She will.

(QUIETLY) You've paid her
a great compliment,

and you won't regret it.

Not in a month of Sundays.

Why would any of them
listen to me?

For your experience.

Here and on the farm.

But suppose Lady Merton
disagrees with me.

It's a good sign
you already know
you'll be arguing.

Why didn't you join Harold?

So I could have dinner
with you.

Do you have many horses?

A few, but I've never had one
in the Gold Cup before.

We should get up a party.

Although I suppose
Ascot's finished for me.

If you can come,

it would reward me
for my efforts
on Harold's behalf.

Can I ask
about those efforts?

Are you a sort of
business advisor?

I kept him out
of some trouble a while back.

But, really,
we're friends.

Can I top you up?
Oh, I shouldn't.

I've had more than enough.

(DRINK POURING)

Oh, go on then.

(GENTLE lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(ENTHRALLING lNSTRUMENTAL
MUSIC PLAYING)

(MOUTHING SILENTLY)

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

Hello.

Oh.
(DOOR CLOSES)

I didn't expect you back
for hours.

Her Ladyship
sent me home early

so we could have dinner
together.

Oh.

How was London?
Busy.

For them, anyway.

I've been busy, too.

Working on the script
of Held to Ransom.

Are you pleased with it?

It's taking a bit longer
than the last one, uh...

You work too hard.

Ease up.

No, I can't.

(EXHALES)
This is my moment.

After years of being
in the background, I...

I'm changing lives.

You were changing lives
when you were a teacher,
weren't you?

Yeah, you're right,
but this, it's different.
It's... (STUTTERS)

You know, I...
I've got to crack on then.

Some of us went to see
Mr. Dexter's new play.

Mr. Coward's new play,
I think you mean.

How I would have loved
to have seen that.

To think Mr. Dexter
relaunched his career
at Downton.

I wonder
if he'll be back.

This place will be
a desert for him,

without anyone
to talk to.

Well, he's got Mr. Barrow.

Mr. Barrow's a servant.

I'm a servant.

And I've told you,
you can give it up.

And I've told you
I don't want to.

Anyway, Mr. Barrow's
not a servant anymore.

Yeah, well,
the fact remains,

Mr. Dexter and I,
we understand each other

in a way that none
of the rest of them can.

(TYPING)

(TYPEWRITER BELL RINGS)

Sounds like Isobel may regret
taking on the County Show.

She's got her work cut out

with that stuck-up fool
Moreland.

She was shocked
when I told her
about Lady Petersfield.

I don't think
she'd quite taken in
what a divorce was gonna mean.

If that's her reaction,
imagine what everyone else
will think.

Henry's decision
has made Mary an outcast.

Somehow we will
have to live with that.
Mmm.

Isobel included.
Thank you.

I won't be surprised
if people start
avoiding Downton

in case Mary's here.

Then we must challenge them
and change their minds,
mustn't we?

(LAUGHS)
GUS: As a guest,

can I offer you
another drink?

I really think
we should stop.

Nonsense. You said yourself
you'd lost your position.

Let's celebrate.

Is there any of that wine
we had at dinner?

Milady?

Just bring some champagne.

Carson would have left
a bottle in the icebox.

I thought you might like...
Please.

You're right.
I have lost my position.

Have you ever been
thrown out of a house?

It's quite the experience.

I hear the Prince of Wales

is taken with my compatriot
Lady Furness,

and she's divorced.

The prince's interest
will not enhance

her standing in society.

There's nothing wrong with
finding someone attractive.

You can't blame him for that.
Mm.

Or me, either.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning this.

Just put it there.

We'll look after ourselves.

You can go to bed.
(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

If you're sure, milady.

I'm quite sure.

(LAUGHING)

Who?
Daisy Parker.

She works in the kitchens
at the Abbey.

Sir Hector isn't going
to like that.

Next I'll ask Carson.

He's well thought of
in the area,

so he'll be very helpful.

So you really mean
to bait Sir Hector?

I mean to bait him
very much indeed.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(WHISPERS)
My God.

Good morning.

Don't say "good morning"
as if everything's fine.

(SIGHS) isn't it?

No.

This is not who I am.

This is absolutely not
how I behave.

I suppose we were both
quite drunk.

Oh.

I had a marvelous time.

Well, I didn't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, I don't mean
that exactly.

But I do not jump into bed
with strangers
at the drop of a hat,

and I don't approve
of people who do.

Have you never done anything
you don't approve of?

That's not the point.

Well, you just
got your divorce,

and some old hag
insulted you.

Surely you're entitled
to drink too much

and have some fun with me.

No one would blame you.

I would blame me.

And so would everyone else.

Now get back to your room
before my maid arrives.

I was hoping
for a second round.

(WHISPERS)
I won't tell if you don't.

Just go.

(CHUCKLING)
Please.

Go.
All right.

But I'll go
with a song in my heart.

(SIGHS)

(DOOR OPENS)

I hope you slept well, milady.

Could you find me
some aspirin?

I've rather a headache.

I thought
you might have, milady.

You'll find two
on your tray.

(GRUNTS)

What's your plan for the day?

I've got my first meeting
with Lady Merton's committee
this afternoon.

Oh, yes.

It's flattering of her
to ask you.

Quite the compliment.
(CHUCKLES)

If I can be helpful
in some way,
then I'll be pleased.

I'm sure
you'll be very helpful.

I'll come up to the house
for lunch.

Oh, Charlie,
there's no need.

You'll only tire yourself.

If you mean
that I look worn out,

you're right.

London finished me off.

Then rest.

Enjoy your freedom.

Thank heavens
for this cottage.

Did you worry
Lady Mary might turn us out?

She'd never do that.

I just hope Mr. Talbot
doesn't want to make trouble.

He might. (GRUNTS)

No one knows
how to behave anymore.

That's harsh.
If it wasn't for him,

Lady Mary would never
have gone for a divorce.

Plenty of the gentry lived
with husbands and wives

who were difficult or boring
or-or just plain nasty.

And what do you think
they did?

They put it in their kit bag
and they kept on marching.

ROBERT:
How are you getting on?

BERTIE:
Pretty well, I think.

We're nearly there.
ROBERT: You are good.

At least the things
Mama loved are safe now.

It made me nervous
knowing the Dower House

was full of her possessions
when no one was living here.

BERTIE: What will you do,
find a tenant?

I suppose. Any suggestions?

Maybe. Let me think about it.

Let's go home if we're to meet
Mary and Harold

and the mysterious
Mr. Sambrook.

How could Harold
have landed us with him?

And why is he here?

It's not very
English behavior.

Well, we're not English,
my brother and I,

which I know takes
some getting used to.

Goodbye, Mama.

(lNSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Ah.

Cora.

Still so glamorous, I see.

If you say so, my brother.

Hello, Mary.
Mama.

And you must be
Mr. Sambrook.

Welcome to Downton.

But I hope
you won't be bored.

Harold and I have a lot
to talk about.

You can talk
in front of Gus.

Come in and have some tea.

We thought the funeral
was splendid.

Mother would have been
very touched.

Pity you couldn't stay on
in New York for a bit longer.

We would have if I'd known
the time it would take

to settle things.
Mm.

Uh, Robert,
how are you getting on

with Mary's plan
to plumb the cottages?

Not Mary's plan. Our plan.

If it was sensible
remains to be seen.

Seems sensible to me.
ROBERT: Does it?

I must get you to go
through our accounts
while you're here.

Perhaps you can tell me
how we're going to pay for it.

Papa, what's the matter
with you?

Mama's inheritance
will cover the new work.

ROBERT: I just don't see
why everything...

Oh, never mind.

I'm going for a walk.

Where's Teo?

Afternoon post,
Your Ladyship.

Thank you.

Why don't you all go?
Oh. Good idea.

Not you, Harold. We have a lot
to talk about, you and I.

I'll go.

He's so touchy lately.

I suppose we've got
the divorce to thank for that.

The divorce
and the realization

that his days
as king of the castle
are coming to an end.

Oh.

Mama, is something
the matter?

I thought a dinner
might help

restore Mary's faith
in humanity,

so, I wrote to some neighbors,
and everyone has refused.

All of them? Golly.

Even Anne Manville
has said no

and she's always been
so fond of you girls.

We can't just give in.

Are you coming, or what?

Oh.
EDITH: We're coming, Papa.

I'm sorry you've arrived when
tensions are a little high.

I got something for you.

Mmm.

CORA: My goodness.
HAROLD: Yeah.

I had this made for her
when she lost

the brooch she'd worn
at her wedding.

She wanted you to have it.

Maybe we should go
for a walk as well,

because the news is bad,
isn't it?

How could you tell?

I've known you
since you were born.

Gus should come with us

since he can help me
explain everything.

Oh, I'd be happy to.

(LOW CONVERSATIONS)

Is she coming?

She'll be here any moment.

You'll have met Mr. Carson.

Not really.

Of course, I've seen him
when we've dined at the Abbey.

Now, I want to get going.

Sorry I'm late.
lSOBEL: Ah.

DAISY:
I had to finish luncheon.

Come in.

This is Mrs. Parker.

Lady Manville, Mr. Saunders,
Miss Bell, Mrs. Dewlish

and our chairman,
Sir Hector Moreland.

Welcome.

Hello, Mr. Carson.
CARSON: Daisy.

That is, Mrs. Parker.

Lady Merton believes
our new members will give us

a different perspective.

We don't want
to disrupt anything.

But we might have
something to say.

Oh, I hope you do.
We shall see.

So, now, finally...

we can start.

CORA: What I don't
understand is,

since we survived the crash,
where's the money gone?

Gus took everything
out of the market
before the crash.

If it wasn't for him,
our mother's money
would have been lost.

You mean it would've
been lost sooner?

(SIGHS, CHUCKLES)
Gus, please explain.

Well, Harold
has been unlucky,
it's true,

but he wasn't alone
in his suffering.

I lost quite a bit myself
as it happens.

CORA: And now you'd like
to sell the property
that's left,

and for that
you need my permission?

GUS: Well, it will help him
to recoup and rebuild.

CORA: Harold...

you lost the capital
I left in your care.

How do I know you won't lose
the rest of the money?

I want the chance
to make the money back.

I have to live,
and I have to repay Gus.

He's been bankrolling me
until now, but it can't go on.

No.

We'll work out a plan
to repay Mr. Sambrook

but that doesn't involve
putting what's left at risk.

MORELAND:
So, item six,

on the day itself,
we've settled

that last year's arrangements
will, for the most part,
stand.

Yes, absolutely.

Is that a good idea?

Mr. Carson?

Hmm?

What?
DAISY: Well...

to be honest,
last year was chaotic.

The livestock were
hardly supervised.

I don't think anyone else
would agree with you there.

Mr. Carson.

(HUSHED)
Remember what you said.

Daisy.

What does she mean?
Please,

I have no wish to be rude
to Sir Hector or Lady Merton.

Oh, please enlighten us.
What did you say?

Only that...

she's right. (SIGHS)

Things were pretty hopeless,
and they were running around

all over the place,
but I'm sure

that Sir Hector would soon
have got things under control.

Are you?

You see what you've done?

You bring in
people like this...

People like what?

Surely, we can let them speak.

So, the livestock
were badly managed?

And there was no provisions
for lost children, either.

No one to help find them,
no safe place for them to go.

We can't be held responsible
for every child in the county.

DAISY:
But aren't we responsible?

For every child that is
a guest at our show?

Restrain yourself,
I beg you.

I'm sure Sir Hector
will be glad to know

where he got things wrong.

I beg your pardon?

Shall we stick to the agenda?

Well, I can't see
that it would hurt

to consider these points.

MORELAND: Please.

I really must insist.

So, item seven.

Lectures and demonstrations
on beekeeping

and bottling fruit
at intervals during the day.

Are we to gather that
your talk did not go well?

A great deal of my mother's
fortune has been lost.

What?

And now we need a new plan
to protect what remains.

What happened?

What part did you play
in all this?

None of it is Gus' fault.

Without him,
things could be a lot worse.

I made the decisions.

Why didn't you
share them with me?

And why didn't you tell me
when it was all going wrong?

You put me in charge.

ROBERT:
God's sake, Harold.

Don't you see
what this means
for Downton?

Is it really as bad
as you say?

Has everything gone?

Well, there's some property,
including the house
in Newport.

Which Harold hopes to sell.
MARY: But what does that mean

for the work going on here?
I'm afraid we've spent money

we don't have on a project
we haven't finished.

But I won't allow
a fire sale

when what's left would not
be enough to settle things

at Downton and cover
what we owe Mr. Sambrook.

My God.

Is this the time to think
of selling Grantham House?

What?

Where did that come from?

MARY:
We must be realistic, Papa.

Keeping a London house is
a huge drain on our resources.

It would give us
the capital we need.

Sell Grantham House?

What absolute bloody nonsense!

(SIGHS)

I'm going to change.

Oh, the other side
of cuddly Lord Grantham.

I don't think I've ever
seen it before.

Well, you're the one
who made him angry.

We seem to be living
under rather a dark shadow

at the moment.

If not Grantham House,
what other options do we have?

It's a good thing the dinner
didn't work out.

What dinner?

Only that I invited
some locals for dinner
and they couldn't come.

Because of me?

Golly.

A house full of Yanks,
and I'm the one
keeping people away.

(HAROLD GROANS)

Just when I thought
I couldn't sink any lower,

down I go again.

Maybe you should be grateful
for the Yanks.

We're going to change.

Come on, Bertie.

BERTIE: I'm so sorry.
HAROLD: Maybe now would be

a good time for me
to show Gus
the della Francesca.

Don't present it
as a way to raise capital.

Papa's not being fair.

You must know that, at least.

Don't you think
he's entitled
to be a little unfair

with Granny's death,
your divorce

and Harold's foolishness?

Harold's made a real mess
of things, hasn't he?

It's my fault, really.

It was like putting a drunk
in charge of a bar.

MAN: (SINGING) I like America

I have played around every
Slappy-happy hunting ground

You go ahead. I'm going
to make a telephone call.

But I find America okay

Come what may

Put them here.

I shall return someday

To the good old USA

Hey, hey...

(SONG ENDS)
That didn't go too well.

It's not over yet.

Not by a long shot.

I couldn't help wondering
how it's happened.

And we were supposed
to double my mother's fortune,

and now most of it's gone.

But it's coming back
with interest, I promise.

It's a new market.

I understand it better.
Hmm.

But I have to have
a free hand.

They're changing
for dinner.

They'll assemble
in the library
at eight o'clock.

Thank you very much.

So, you did see him
leaving my room?

I'd never have
mentioned it, milady.

You'd never have
forgotten it, either.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Thank you, Anna.

I hope Papa didn't upset you.

Not as much as you did
with the dinner
that never was.

Bertie shouldn't have
said anything.

By the way, Tom rang.
He's coming to stay.

I know.

He's meeting Henry in York.

They finally sold
the car business.

Let's hope he can soothe
your father's spirits.

I'm not trying to push Papa
into anything, you know?

Well, I think you are.

I suspect you're trying
to push him into quite a lot.

But I believe you have
good reasons.

We should go.

I'll wait for your father.

Are we the first?

Looks like it.

I know you like champagne.

Don't remind me.

You should try America,
you know.

We don't care about divorce
over there.

I think Downton needs me.

What will Harold do now,
do you think?

Mama won't change her mind.

I wonder.

Don't wonder. She won't.

I love my uncle,

but he's hardly proved
to be a titan of business.

But unlike your uncle, I know
how to get the money back.

Won't you help me?

(ENCHANTING lNSTRUMENTAL MUSIC
PLAYING)

MARIGOLD: Catch it! Catch it!
GEORGE: That was a great shot!

(HORN HONKS)

(CHILDREN CHATTERING
EXCITEDLY)

NANNY: Come on, girls,
who's going to get it?

Thank you.

Sybbie, darling,
have you come, too?

How lovely.

Aunt Edith.

Go and say hello
to the others.

Welcome back
to Downton, sir.

Thank you, Parker.
SYBBIE: George!

Edith.
Tom.

EDITH:
Don't go in yet.

I want to bring you
up to date.

How is Mary getting on?

Divorce has
damaged her badly,

as we knew it would.
Mm-hmm.

I wanted to help her rebuild
while she ran Downton

to take her mind off things.
But?

Socially, it's more difficult
than we expected.
Oh.

And with the estate,

Papa's reluctant to give her
the power she needs.

We'd love you to talk him into

letting Mary
take the reins properly.

Of course.

Does Harold being here

mean at least Mrs. Levinson's
estate is finally settled?

I'm afraid not.

He's made a complete
bish of things.

How's Lucy? Well, I hope.

We're all well, and it was
a relief to sell the business.

Money's coming in
for a change.

So you've made
the full journey

from revolutionary
to capitalist?

(CHUCKLES)
I prefer to call it
being sensible.

MARIGOLD:
Oh. Go get it. Go get it.

NANNY: Very good.
(EXCITED CHATTER)

(I'M OLD FASHIONED PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
I'm old-fashioned
But I don't mind it

That's how I'll always be

If only you'll agree

To stay old-fashioned
With me

Tom's here.
He's gone to his room.

You should know
I telephoned Guy Dexter.

His play's over,
and he's coming to stay,

and he's bringing
Noël Coward.

How exciting.
It'll cheer Mary up.

And, of course, they couldn't
care less that she's divorced.

I also thought it might
tempt the county back
into the house.

Clever girl.

If we can find a way
to let them know.

Have you told the kitchen?
I'm going down now.

Edith.
Hmm?

Thank you.

(HUMMING)

(HUMMING CONTINUES)

Mr. Carson, can I help?

Yeah, I've been thinking about
these Lamerie candlesticks.

His Lordship likes
to see them on the table.

(SIGHS) We often use them.

And you clean them
with soap and water?

Not those awful creams
they keep coming up with now?

Everything is done as you
would have it, Mr. Carson.

Then I shall sleep
more easily.

(LAUGHTER IN OTHER ROOM)

Well, that sounds like
Lady Hex...
Lady Hexham.

(RESUMES HUMMING)

And don't forget,
it's a secret from Lady Mary.

Of course, milady.

What did Lady Hexham want?

She just came down to tell us
there's to be a dinner

the night before
the County Show.

Mr. Dexter, Mr. Barrow
and Mr. Noël Coward

are coming down from London.

I note you list Mr. Barrow

between Mr. Dexter
and Mr. Coward.

Will he attend
the dinner, too?

MRS. HUGHES:
I shouldn't think so, Charlie.

But please don't be unkind
about him.

I hope Mr. Molesley doesn't
get too excited

that Mr. Coward is coming.

Let's not mention it.

BOTH: Hmm.

Your last dinner.

Yes, but shouldn't we make it
the first dinner

where Daisy's in charge?

Well, I'll be here,
of course,

but, oh, I'd like to see her
in action before I go.

Are you looking forward
to leaving?

Oh, I don't know
the answer.

I'll have Mr. Mason,
so I won't be lonely.

None of you can stay away!

CARSON:
Ah, Mr. Molesley.

How nice to see you.

I thought I'd look in
to say hello.

We've read about
your latest film.

We're all so proud of you.
Oh, well.

We're just talking about plans
for Daisy's first big dinner.

Mr. Dexter and Mr. Barrow
are coming.

And Mr. Coward, too.

Noël Coward?

At Downton?

It just slipped out.

(STAMMERING)

Well, of course,
they won't invite us.

You can't expect Her Ladyship

to ask her own lady's maid
to dinner.

This isn't Russia,
Mr. Molesley,

and we are not Bolsheviks.

Oh, I've had an idea.

You haven't got a footman now,

so why can't I be your footman
for the night?

BAXTER: You're not
a servant now, Joseph.

You've left all that behind.

No, no, but don't you see?

I'll come in
with the first dish,

and when I get to Mr. Dexter,

he'll recognize me
and introduce me
to Mr. Coward.

Even if he doesn't,
I could use some extra help

in the dining room to...

No, he will, he will,
and it'll be fun.

See, this is what writers do.

We-we make things up
to entertain people.

(LAUGHING) Oh!

They'll-they'll be telling
this story for years to come.

(LAUGHING)

(MOLESLEY SNORTING, LAUGHING)

You've a horse
running at Ascot?

Oh, which day?
We'll be there
on the Thursday.

My horse is in the Gold Cup,

so you'll be able
to cheer it on.

HAROLD:
Oh, not me.

I'm no racing man,
I'm afraid.

Some bad bets at Belmont
cured me for good.

If only it had.

All right,
if we're talking about it,

I'd like you all to hear Gus
on how to deal
with the losses.

You mean your losses?

MARY:
Discussing money
over dinner?

Granny would
not have approved.

Pay no attention.
Go on, Gus.

Well, I'm sure you know,
the crash changed everything.

Fortunes were lost,
men killed themselves.

It was a terrible time,

and we're still
living with that.

But Cora's money
was not lost in the crash.

Thanks to Gus.

Mmm, maybe,

but things changed,
and we have
to deal with that change.

You have a house in Newport,

which is not as sought-after
as it was before the war.

So Harold should sell it
before its value
sinks further?

You could recover
some of the losses

and use part of it
for the work going on here.

And repay you, I imagine?

But if we're speaking openly,
Harold has not done well

since Lady Grantham asked him
to manage things.

He was extremely unlucky.

If you want big gains,
you have to be bold.

But the market is not safe,
even now.

I'd stay
in bricks and mortar.
I agree.

Lady Mary, what do you think?

I think Mama knows
what she's doing,

and I'd back her instincts.

(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

I'm sorry, Your Ladyship,
Lady Mary's not come up yet.

Oh, no,
it was you I wanted to see.

(SIGHS) Did you know
that Her Ladyship

planned the dinner
for Lady Mary
before Mr. Coward was invited,

but that all of
our local friends refused?

Ms. Baxter did mention it.

My plan, if Mr. Coward
and Mr. Dexter agreed to come,

was that they'd change
their mind.

But now that I've managed it,
I'm not sure how to tell them.

Can you leave this
with me, milady?

Thank you, Anna.

MARY:
Are you interested in art?

Well, I'm interested
in a lot of things.

Good night.

But I was a little sad

that you didn't stick up
for me at dinner.

I'm sure
you don't need my help.

Well, maybe not,
but I thought we were friends.

What would happen
if I told them we were lovers

on the day that we met?

That would put a cat
among the pigeons.

Are you threatening me?

Just, the English are
so easily shocked,

the thought
of their expressions

if I just blurted it out,
it's tempting.

Then it's a temptation
you must resist, Mr. Sambrook.

I wish I understood
Sambrook's part in all this.

I suppose he's making sure
he gets his cash back,

but Tom's going
to look into it.

I didn't like him fishing
for Mary's support.

How's she doing,
do you think?
Well, you know Mary.

She likes to look in control,
whether she is or not.

Don't tell her, but we're
giving rather a special party

to take her mind off things.

Will anyone come?

Oh, they'll come.

Mary may have lost her footing
lately, but I haven't.

(ANNA WHISPERING)
There she is.

Hello, Ms. Grant.
How are you?

Very well, Mrs. Bates.

You remember Ms. Grant,
Lady Osborne's maid?

Of course.

I'm sorry she isn't able to
come to Her Ladyship's dinner.

They were sorry, too,

but I'm sure
I don't have to explain.

But it is a pity they'll miss
meeting Noël Coward.

Noël Coward's coming
to Downton?

ANNA: Hmm.

And the film star
Guy Dexter.

So, it'll be fun
for us anyway.

Oh, it certainly will be.

I should get a move on.
Goodbye.

Bye.

I'd say Lady Osborne
will have telephoned

by the time we get home.

(MEN GRUNTING)

(lNDISTINCT CHATTER)

MORELAND:
I don't know.

It looks more like a funfair
than a County Show.

LADY MANVILLE:
Well done, Mrs. Parker.

I hope you'll be here early
on the day.

I'll do my best, but I've got
a big dinner the night before.

Oh, that's still happening,
is it?

Certainly is.
We've got Noël Coward

and all sorts coming.

Noël Coward will be
at the dinner?

To me,
the whole thing looks wrong.

CARSON: I hate
to contradict you, Sir Hector,

but aren't we giving them
a proper day out

with good food and rides
for the children to enjoy?

These people work hard.

Don't they deserve it?

You see, Carson, we'll make
a socialist of you yet.

(SCOFFS)
You will not, milady.
(CHUCKLING)

We're turning it
into a circus.

It may come as a surprise,
Sir Hector,

but we want our visitors
to have a good time.

(HORSE SPUTTERS)
Oh!

HORSEMAN: Steady.
(EXHALES)

(CHUCKLING)

Lady Manville was
on the telephone,

and Lady Osborne
and lots of the others,

saying things have changed
and they can come after all.

Well, you know the reason.

Mr. Levinson telephoned,
milady.

He said he and Mr. Sambrook

won't be back in time
for dinner.

Thank you, Parker.

Whip that into stiff peaks
for me.

Hello, Charlie.

How was the meeting?

Oh, uh, fine.

Uh, but I noticed
in the dining room,

the dinner has been laid
with the Sèvres Service,

so I've asked
for the Meissen instead.

It's all right, Mabel.

Leave the Sèvres as it is.

I have no wish
to undercut you, Mr. Parker,

but you may not understand.

The Sèvres is
a soft-paste porcelain,

much more fragile
than the hard-paste Meissen.

I understand perfectly,
Mr. Carson.

Her Ladyship asked
for the Sèvres.

Thank you, Mabel.

Let him do his job.

So be it.

It's nice
to have a night off

from the watchful eyes
of Mr. Sambrook.

He's very confident,
isn't he?

Rather a contrast to Harold.
CORA: Let's be nice.

We'll cheer him on at Ascot,
then we'll go home

without a cross word
being spoken.

ROBERT: Hmm.

Robert, you were asking
about the sale.

It seems to have gone through
very smoothly.

ROBERT: Hmm.

Henry's not been
at all difficult.

Mmm-hmm.

He asked about Downton, if
you were farming more cattle.

That doesn't sound like Henry.

He's not usually
interested in anything

that doesn't run on petrol.

I told him I didn't know
the answer.

(CUTLERY CLATTERING)
There is no answer.

I have yet to decide
what the answer will be.

I know what this is.

What you're all thinking.

I bet you don't.

Have you put them up
to this, Mary?

So you can have it your way?

Oh, really, Papa?

You told me I was captain
of the ship now,

or has the divorce somehow
ruled me out?

Robert, you've worked hard
for this family
for many years.

It's time to put your feet up.

Leave the heavy lifting
to Mary.

And what am I to do?

What is my job?

To walk around in my tweeds,

smiling "hello" at the tenants
so that when I'm dead

everyone can say
what a nice chap I was?

As long as they do.

Oh, speak up, Bertie.

You're nodding away.

(BERTIE SIGHS)
Thank you, Parker.

I got Brancaster when I was
young enough to make changes.

I'd say the place
and the people who live there

are better off as a result.

When you took charge,
there were emperors in Moscow,

Vienna and Berlin,

and your parents
were king and queen

of this part of the county,
but that world is gone now.

It's a different place.
Oh, so everyone keeps saying.

And it's not different
because we can get
to Cape Town

in a few days
instead of half a year.

We're changing, too.

The way we talk,
the way we dress,

the way we deal
with each other.

This is Mary's time.

She's in step
with how to run this estate

in the '30s, the '40s
and the '50s.

And I'm not?
You know this system

doesn't work
if people hold on too long.

I'm pleasantly surprised
you think the system
works at all.

I have something to add.

The missing detail in this

is that we all,
every one of us, loves you.

Very much.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

MRS. HUGHES:
They're all coming,
Her Ladyship's told me.

Oh, thank you.
Thank you.

And some are angling
for invitations

when they weren't asked
in the first place.

Then well done to us.
Sad, though.

They were happy
to throw over Lady Mary,

though they've known her
all her life.

Now they'll do anything
to have dinner
with a famous face.

That's the way the world is
these days.

There's not a lot of point
in objecting to it.

Oh, thank you.
ANDY: Mr. Branson was

really giving it
to His Lordship at dinner.

It's funny to think
he used to clean their cars.

BATES:
I'm sorry for His Lordship.

He's always done his best.
(LIGHT KNOCKING)

MRS. HUGHES:
Oh, Mr. Mason, come in.

These are happy times,
getting your wife back.

Oh, it is.

But she'll miss all of you.

It'll be odd to cook
for two instead of 22,

and in silence rather than
the running commentary.

(CHUCKLING)

(BELL JINGLES)
Oh. I'll be back soon.

So many changes.

And we do need
a new footman, you know.

Andy can't do everything.

I'm not sure
Lady Mary would agree.

She's looking to economize
wherever she can

when she takes over.

It won't be easy for her

with that divorce
round her neck.

Well, then, we must all show
that we support her

when we can.
I agree.

Here we are.
MRS. PATMORE: Oh...

Thank you, Daisy.
(OTHERS EXCLAIMING)

This looks delicious.

MR. MASON: Splendid.
(MRS. PATMORE LAUGHS)

To Mrs. Patmore.

To Mrs. Mason.

(SCATTERED CHUCKLING)

OTHERS:
Mrs. Mason.

Now, are you quite set
for Mr. Coward's dinner?

MRS. HUGHES: Oh.

When my time ends
and yours begins.

Does that make you
feel sad?

A bit, but I don't fight it.

Our lives are lived
in chapters,

and nothing's wrong
when a chapter is done

and a new one begins.

It's your time now, and I...

and I'm prouder of that
than anything.

You're the daughter
I never had.

I'll treasure those words.

I will.

(DOOR OPENS)

Milady, telephone call.

Lady Falmouth.

See they get coffee
when they come in.

Edith, can I grab you
for a moment?

If you like.

Am I in
for another pummeling?

No more pummeling.
(DOOR CLOSES)

But I know how things are,

and I wondered if the money
from the sale of the business

might help tide you over.

Oh, Tom.

My dear chap,
don't think of it.

TOM: I'm serious.

You and all of Sybil's family
have given me everything.

Isn't that worth something?

It's worth a great deal,
but not money.

Now help yourself to some port
and pass it on

before we all
burst into tears.

(CHUCKLING SOFTLY)

You went to bed
with a stranger?

Well, of course
it sounds terrible

when you put it like that.

How should I put it?

He's not Turkish, is he?

I found him attractive.

I still do,

but I think he feels
he has a hold over me.

He wants me to help him
convince Mama,

which, of course, I won't.

Why are you
telling me this?

I'm not sure.

The truth is,
I'm in a fix,

and a great lady
like you might have
an opinion worth hearing.

Don't patronize me.

I wouldn't dare.

But what do you think?

Should I try
to placate Sambrook
or just ignore him?

(SIGHS)

Can I ask Bertie
about it?

Must you?
I think I must.

If he gives me funny looks
for the rest of my life,

I shall blame you.

Tom offered us the money
from his sale.

(CORA CLICKS TONGUE)

Of course, I said no,
but I was touched.

And it's made me think.
What about?

Mary is right.

We have no option
but to sell Grantham House.

It's time to move on.

Does she know
you've seen the light?

Not yet.

And what about
her running Downton?

What about it?

I don't wear a sack
over my head.

I see how you treat her.

Don't you want her
in command?

No, I do. I've said so.

But now the moment's come...

You can't bear
to relinquish the crown.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Well, I hope
it won't overload you.

And you have the show
the next day.

Lady Merton let me make
a real difference.

If you're clear
about your arguments,

you can make things happen.

Even with His Serene Highness
Sir Hector Moreland.

I knew you would
more than hold your own.

No wonder you say
you won't always be
in service.

Well, I won't,
but I don't have
bad memories of my time here.

(MUTTERS SOFTLY)

(BARKING)

This is a...
a great honor, milord.

I don't know about that,
but the truth is, I...

I need your advice.

Uh...

How? Uh, about what?

Oh, do sit.

We were young men
when you first came
to Downton.

You were by my side
when I inherited,

and here we still are
however many years later.

I've enjoyed a good life
in your service, my lord.

I hope so.

You've run the house well,
of course,

but I believe you've made it
a happy place, too.

That's important to me.

We were well suited
to each other, my lord,

which was
our good fortune.

Have you come
to discuss Lady Mary?

(LAUGHS QUIETLY)

You're ahead
of me as usual,

and you'll know
Lady Mary thinks it's time

that I hand over.

Her Ladyship agrees, and so,
I suspect, does Lady Hexham.

More surprisingly...
(SCOFFS) maybe I do, too.

But do you really?

(SIGHS) You think I'm foolish
to drag my feet?

I'd never say that,
my lord, never.

But I do believe
that you could enjoy...

a calmer time from now on,

free from worry.

But I do worry.

I worry the divorce
has changed things.

Can she play her role in
the county as a social pariah?

Or...

(GRUNTS)

...should I stay on
for a few years

until things settle down?

Lady Mary will be a kind
and reliable landlord,

so her place in the county
will soon be secure again.

You think she could manage?

I know she could manage
very well, milord,
and so do you.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

Why don't you grab
that one on the end?

Pickwick Papers, sir.
Oh.

Excuse me.

Really.

I think a day at Ascot
will be good for us all.

MARY:
Not for me.

The gates
of the Royal Enclosure
will be firmly shut.

EDITH:
But you must come.

Uh, tell her, Bertie.

I'm... I'm going to arrange
lunch for us in White's tent.

So you won't have to go
near the Enclosure.

I'll keep you company.

The Enclosure holds
no delight for me.

What about you,
Mr. Sambrook?

Do you enjoy
these odd English rituals?

I do. Very much.

Edith will line up
plenty of Royal Highnesses

to add to the fun.

Boy, I'm feeling
rather jealous,

but, uh, not jealous enough
to risk joining you.

No, I'm gonna stay here
and peruse
Mr. Charles Dickens.

(CHEERING)
(LAUGHING)

MAN: Ten shillings on...
There you go, sir.

Come on,
ladies and gentlemen!
Here we go!

(CROWD CHATTER)

(CHEERING)

(lNSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(SHOUTING, CHEERING)

Columbus Boy seems
to be doing terribly well.

Is that the one there?

Green and white.
The green and white.
Green and white.

Come on, Meadows Barron!

(SHOUTING, CHEERING)

(CHEERING)

Oh.

(lNDISTINCT CHATTER)

Was he the favorite?

Shouldn't you wait
to see if there's
a steward's inquiry?

Not when
it's second last.

(EDITH LAUGHS)

Shall we go
to the Royal Enclosure?

Don't make him wait
any longer, Bertie.

He's panting for it.
(GUS CHUCKLES)

I would like to see it.

Uh, go, all of you.

We'll stay here.

You sure?

I am.

Two pounds
on Bosworth to win.
Bosworth it is.

(CROWD CHATTERING)

Tom Branson.

John Bevan,
as I live and breathe.

I thought you were still
in New York.

Well, so I was
till about a month ago.

Tell me, that man
you were with earlier,

does he still call himself
Gus Sambrook?

Why? Do you know him?

I'm very sorry to say I do.

(LOW CONVERSATIONS)

Can I give you a card in case
you're ever in New York?

If we'd known
you were coming,

we could have given
you all luncheon.

BERTIE: Don't worry,
Your Royal Highness.

We were happy
in White's tent
with my father-in-law.

Is Lord Grantham here?

He's with
Lady Hexham's sister.

I'm afraid Lady Mary is having
rather a difficult time.

We shouldn't talk about that
in front of Lady Petersfield.

I did what I had to do.

Lady Mary will be just fine.

Of course she will, but those
are the rules we live by.

Cora.

Tom, where have you been?

EDITH:
What's wrong?

I have some news
for all of you.

It's about Sambrook.

He's a confidence trickster
of the worst sort,

and it looks like Harold
has been his target

and his latest victim.

Why hasn't
he been prosecuted?
He was.

Some sharp lawyers got him off
on a technicality,

but he's a crook all the same.

He should have done ten years.

He kept Harold
out of the crash
to gain his trust,

then stole the money.

And now he's trying
to get more from us.

You're sure of all this?
Quite sure.

Bevan was a witness
at the trial.

I'm going to speak
to Mr. Sambrook.

What formidable daughters
we have.

Have you only just noticed?

Tom, let's get you a drink.

You've earned it.

Are you surprised Sambrook's
turned out to be a bad'un?

I can't decide.

I feel sorry
for Uncle Harold.

Sambrook could probably
have fooled any of us.

He certainly
nearly fooled me.

I know you're not going back
to Downton tonight with Mama.

She said you want
a second look at a house

you've found for us all.

Not a house.

A flat.

I might stay
and come with you.

Would you like that?

Very much.

But please be open-minded.

You can be when you try.

I will try.

Very hard.

(HORSE SPUTTERING SOFTLY)

EDITH: You have a horse
in the next race?

GUS: That's right.

There she is.

I do hope
you've enjoyed today...

but please enlighten me.

I'm told
you not only stole

the money Harold
entrusted to you

but that you now
plan to steal
what's left of Mama's estate.

And it's not the first time,
is it?

I'm told you used the chaos
after the crash

to cheat your way
into a fortune.

I'm sure you know
how preposterous that is.

Furthermore,
according to some,

you were nearly convicted
of theft and fraud
in New York.

I was not convicted.
I was found not guilty.

On a technicality.

Now Mary says you slept
with her in London

and you're threatening
to tell the world.

She doesn't care, of course...
classic Mary... but I care.

I didn't threaten.

I was joking.
(SCOFFS)

She must have misunderstood.

I know you think we're all
much stupider than you.

I've never suggested that.
But I'm sure you realize

Lord Hexham and I have
a little social power.

Maybe in a perfect world
we wouldn't, but we do.

What are you saying?

Only that if I hear
of any threat from you
to my mother,

to my uncle, to my sister,
to anyone, in fact,

I promise Lord Hexham
will make you untouchable.

You wouldn't do that.
Wouldn't we?

Try us.

(HORSE SNORTS)

Then you have
to find another place
for your playground.

England will be
dead to you.

So the new contacts
you've been making all day

will avail you to nothing.

Have I made myself clear?

Oh, dear.

It's not your lucky day,
is it, Mr. Sambrook?

(BELL RINGING)

Your race
is about to begin.

Maybe your horse will turn
things around for you.

(RINGING)

(lNSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

(CROWD CHEERING)

See? There.

Come on!

(CHEERING)

Come on.

Come on, Hasteway!

Come on, Hasteway, go!

(BERTIE LAUGHING)

Which one were you,
Mr. Sambrook?

The guy in spots.

Oh, well,
better luck next time, eh?

GUS:
I'm glad I found you.

I'm leaving,

and you're the only one
I wanted to say goodbye to.

Do you know
what saddens me?

You probably don't even
remember the names

of the men and women
whose lives you've ruined.

Well, I hope I haven't
ruined yours.

Goodbye, Mr. Sambrook.

(SOMBER MUSIC PLAYING)

(SNORING)

(SNORING CONTINUES)

(LOUD CLATTERING)
(GASPS, GRUNTS)

Oy, no one could say
The Pickwick Papers
is too short.

No, sir.

Is there a murder mystery
I could read?

Agatha Christie,
something like that?

There might be some
in the nursery.

They're catching
the last train,

so they don't want dinner,
just sandwiches
and a glass of wine.

So, what's Mr. Levinson
gonna do with all this?

(SIGHS)

I should think he'll make
light work of it.

This one over here.

(KEYS JINGLING)

(DOOR CLOSES)

(LOCK CLICKING)

(DOG GROWLING)

MAN: Please come in.

MARY: Thank you.

(FOOTSTEPS)

So, this is how
the world ends.

Not with a bang,
but with a whimper.

(MUFFLED THUMPING, TALKING)
What's that?

I don't know.

The family upstairs.

"The family upstairs"?

What about downstairs?

Is a family there, too?

I don't know
if it's a family.

How peculiar.

A sort of layer cake
of strangers.

And what about
when I want to go up to bed?

You don't go up.
You go along.

ROBERT:
Extraordinary.

Isn't it odd to live in
a building full of strangers?

You sleep in a house
of strangers

at every shooting party.

I know you think
I've been holding you back.

Well, I...
You're right.

So is Tom.

I did encourage you
to take control,

but it's hard to accept
that it's time to go.

Families like ours
must keep moving to survive.

One day, George will say
it's time for me to go.

I won't be spared, either.

You're not very sentimental,
are you?

The hereditary system
can't afford
to be sentimental.

But now it's time
to think of things
for you and Mama to enjoy.

More travel, more London.

No more Downton.

Nonsense.
You'll be the éminence grise,

the power behind the throne.

No, I won't.

You'll be the power
on the throne.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

MARY:
Thank you.

We'll let you know...

If you can sell
Grantham House,
we'll take it.

Very good, my lord.

BATES:
If Lady Mary does take over,

will she want her parents
to move out?

You'll have to ask her.

You mean you're not
gonna tell me?

But is that right?

Should wives have secrets
from their husbands?

Definitely.

But not the other way around.

(LAUGHS QUIETLY)

If they do go,
where would that leave us,

with you working for Lady Mary
and me with His Lordship?

(SIGHS)

Whatever happens, we'll find
a way to make it work.

After all, we'll soon have
a new life to think of.

Very true, Mrs. Bates.

(CHUCKLING)
(BUZZING)

There they are.

(CROWD CHATTER)
(HAMMER BANGING)

We need to decide
who'II present the final cup

for the Local Hero.

Have you a candidate
in mind?

I thought perhaps that
this year I might present it.

Oh, no.

We couldn't
possibly ask you.

Not with everything else
you have to do.

No, I thought I would ask
Lady Mary Talbot.

Definitely not.

She is known for her interest
in the future of farming.

She's also a divorcée
and a figure of scandal.

I should think
her very presence
at the show

would make most decent women
feel uneasy.

Decent women are tougher
than you think,

and marriages fail
in the best society.

Ask Henry VIII.

I see. So we're living in
a moral cesspit now, are we?

Lady Mary Talbot
is a responsible,

intelligent
and generous woman.

We would be lucky to have her.

Don't you agree,
Mrs. Parker?

Well, I work
in the kitchen,

so I don't know her
as Mr. Carson does,

but I haven't got
any complaints.

I'm not interested
in the opinions

of a toadying kitchen maid
or a bootlicking butler,

and it will be
a cold day in hell

before Lady Merton's divorced
ex-daughter-in-law

gives away our prizes.

Please, say what
you really think.

I doubt
you're ready for that.

Humph.

Never leave me alone
with him.

I'm not much help.

He hates me.

But you're a great help.

Oh, you should have rung,
milady.

I wanted to ask
if everything's ready

for Mr. Coward's dinner.

If Daisy cooked blindfold
for the king in his palace,

she'd not let anyone down.

CORA: High praise from you,
Mrs. Patmore.

Only it's our first party
since Lady Mary's troubles,

and I do want it
to be a success.

But she didn't come back
with you?

She's showing His Lordship
a flat.

Oh, th-that sounds
like a big step.

It is.

Might we have tea
on the terrace,
do you think?

Of course, milady.

Um...

it's a big step
for me and all.

Oh. Retiring?

After 50 years

and going to live
in your cottage
with Mr. Mason.

I should think so.

Mmm, no. That's... that's not
what I meant.

What did you mean?

(SIGHS)
Well, you're right.

I've never lived
with Mr. Mason.

Not... properly.

Not yet.

Oh.

I see.

And I wondered,
since you sent me
to Mr. Carson

all that time ago...

I'm not going to question
Mr. Mason.

Only I'm nervous.

If he should want us to...
you know, uh...

And from what he's said,
I think he might.

You mustn't be nervous.

Why not?

Because I'll tell you
one thing.

It's terrific fun.

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Oh, yes.
(LAUGHING CONTINUES)

Are you sure?

EDITH: Tom knows
what he's talking about.

If Sambrook isn't a convicted
felon, he should be.

How did he convince you
to part with so much?

(SIGHS)
It was the Argentinian
currency.

Gus said the exchange rates
from gold to paper

offered by the
Banco de Córdoba

were yielding
far higher profits

than anything
on the stock market.

And you took
his word for it?

Well, he was very convincing,
so I gave him the money

to put into the company
making the deal.

But shortly afterwards,
he told me

the company had collapsed
and all the money was gone.

Who knows if there
was a company?

(HAROLD SIGHS)
But we can be sure

that the money made its way
into Mr. Sambrook's pockets.

Why did you bring him
to England?

Well, he had his horse,
as you know,

and he said if we...

persuaded Cora
to give us what was left,

he'd double
the amount I'd lost.

Can we take him to law?

Prosecution in this sort
of case is notoriously hard.

After all,
Harold agreed
to everything.

I'm afraid it's gone.

I can't believe
I was so naive.

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh, here they are now.

Well, you must be worn out
after your journey.

I am.
Well, Robert, how was it?

Are you all right,
Uncle Harold?

Not when I've been
as big a fool as a man can be.

Mmm. It was rather a shock
to us all.

We'll find a way
to cheer you up.

Some neighbors are coming
for dinner before the show.

Won't they take one look at me
and run for the hills?

Don't be silly.

Thank you.

The stately homes
of England.

How beautiful they stand.
(CHUCKLES)

Where are you going?

In this house,
my place is in the kitchens.

Well, then we'll all go
together.

(lNSTRUMENTAL MUSIC PLAYING)

Good afternoon.
Oh, Thomas.

(EXCLAIMING)
(CHUCKLING)

MRS. PATMORE: Oh, Mr. Dexter.
Hello.

Mr. Coward,
this is a great honor.

NOËL:
Not at all.

We had to meet
Thomas' partners in crime.

You should say hello
to Lord and Lady Grantham.

Did you work
with Thomas?

CARSON: I did.

Mr. Parker has just started.

As the butler.

So you've retired now,
Mr. Carson?

Well, you wouldn't think it
from the time he spends here.

At least you're still around,
Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, only until now.

Daisy's cooking dinner
tonight.

By tomorrow morning,
I'll have retired as well.

So bring
your complaints to me.

What a merry-go-round.
(WOMEN LAUGHING QUIETLY)

Daisy, you look
very familiar.

I'm sure I don't.
Yes, you do.

Very familiar indeed.

You should go up.

And you're staying
down here?

Well, we can't change
how England works
in one afternoon.

We'll see about that.

(MRS. PATMORE
AND MRS. HUGHES LAUGHING)

They'll be in
the music room at 8:00.

I'll let Mr. Dexter know.

Goodness.
(LAUGHING)

Have they arrived?

Mr. Molesley,
you're in good time.

DAISY:
You've just missed them.

Mr. Dexter remembered me.

Well, I look forward to him
introducing me to Noël Coward.

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING AND EXCLAIMING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I must have miscounted.

I thought this was my room.

I don't believe so.

Unless they're planning
a cozy night for us both.

Oh. (LAUGHING)
Mr. Coward.

You know, it's good of you
to come all this way.

It'll make a real difference.

Oh?

Oh, to Mary's rebirth.

Was she punished
for her divorce?

It hasn't been easy,

but you're about to make it
a whole lot easier.

That's my role.

To spread sunshine
wherever I go.

Edith tells me
no one can refuse
the chance of meeting you.

The sprat
to catch the mackerel.

Mmm, the mackerel
to catch the sprats.

See you at dinner.

(CHUCKLING)

Milady.

ROBERT:
What are these?

I wanted ideas
for the Dower House.

Really?

You may want to sit down.

(SNIFFS)

If you like.

But I'm not going
to fight you.

On what?

Our moving
into the Dower House.

That is a surprise.

Why?

It's a good idea.

When will it be ready?

It's ready now.

I've had it cleaned
and put all the things back.

(CHUCKLES)
Oh. You have been busy.

I have,

and your understanding makes
things a great deal easier.

(LAUGHS SOFTLY)

I'd say my favorite
is Madeleine Carroll.

She's never let the stardom
go to her head.

I saw her
in American Prisoner.

Mmm. We talk about England
whenever we're together.

The three of us.

And Miss Dalgleish,
is she well?

Yes, but she doesn't mingle
with the English much.

She has been reborn
as an American.

Do you dine
with these people?

Of course I do, Mr. Carson.

It's a bit unconventional,
Mr. Barrow.

You can allow
Mr. Carson that.

I suppose actors and servants
are not so very far removed.

Mr. Barrow
isn't a servant now.

BARROW:
Well, I'm still the organizer.

I make sure
things run smoothly.

What would you call that?

I've got
a few suggestions.

Charlie.

I'd better get back
to the duck.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(DOOR OPENS)

Good. You look just right.

Are you checking
before I go down?

Maybe.

I didn't want any trace
of sackcloth and ashes.

You mean you're trying
to relaunch me

as socially desirable?

Why are you always
in a contest
for who wins the prize?

You're much tougher
than you used to be.

Has being a great lady
given you armor?

So you could force Sambrook
not to cheat Mama?

I almost feel sorry for him.
Almost.

You can't be grateful,
can you?

Ooh. Are we going
to have a fight?

There's no point
fighting you.

You never admit
when you've lost.

I'll admit it now.

I've been very lost
for a while...

but I think I'm coming out
of it at last.

Thank God for that.

A perfect martini is made
by filling a glass with gin

and then waving it in
the general direction
of Italy.

(LAUGHTER)

Mr. Levinson.
Oh.

No, no, no, these things
really are delicious.

Never too early
for a cocktail.
HAROLD: No. Finally.

CORA: What's Molesley
doing here?

Isn't he writing films
these days?

Search me.

Who knows? (CHUCKLES)
GUY: Lady Mary.

Come and meet Noël.

Oh, I thought it was
just a few locals.

It's so good of you
to come all this way.

It's wonderful to be
back here and to see you
looking so well.

I was talking earlier to
your uncle about your divorce.

What happened?

Well, I doubt I'll be asked
that again tonight.

Or is it research
for a play?

Maybe.

But don't worry
if you'd rather not say.

No, I'll say.

We fought like cats.

He wanted to be kingpin,

but I was the heiress
and he was just the husband.

He hated that.

How intriguing.

Mr. Coward must be
used to being served

the best food in England.

Maybe, but Mr. Molesley
read in Picturegoer

that his favorite
is bangers and mash.

Well, tonight he's getting
coquilles Saint Jacques
and Gressingham duck,

and he better like it.

Mr. Coward,
can you say what's next?

I have an idea for a sort
of spectacle with music.
Mm.

With the Titanic on stage...
(LADY MANVILLE GASPS)

...and the world
in the grip of the war.

Oh, I like
the sound of that.

Uh, two of my cousins died
on the Titanic,

so I may find it hard
to sing along.

But we all lost people
we loved in the war,

and yet wonderful plays
have come out of it.

I'm sure
you'll have a long run.

Oh, no.
Noël hates long runs.

Only if I'm in them.

Three months,
then on to the next thing.

That's my way.
Hmm.

Excuse me.
Oh.

(LOW CONVERSATIONS)

I suppose this is
all your doing.

Mine and Mama's,
and Anna helped, too.

All to bring me in
from the cold.

To show you still have
a life in Yorkshire.

And with patience, you can
have one in London again, too.

I am very grateful.

Don't be.

You're my sister.

I'm gonna...
Bye.

Ah.
GUY: Thanks, old boy.

(GASPS)

Hurry up.
Yes, Mrs. Parker.

There's lots to do.
I'm relying on you.

Now quarter the melon.
Right away.

DAISY: They won't eat it,
but make it look nice.

I hope your presence here

means you have happy memories
of Downton.

Very.

Downton changed my life.

EDITH: I'm glad.
(WHISPERING) I don't get it.

He's playing with me.

He's pretending
not to know me.

I don't approve
of long speeches,

you'll be happy to hear,
but I couldn't let
this evening pass

without some thanks
to you all for coming.

Mary has been through
some testing times lately,

and your friendship
has never meant more to her,

to all of us,
than it does now.

You should know
that from now on,

she will be
the mistress of Downton.

You may even be glad

since you will no longer
be dealing with me.

(SCATTERED CHUCKLING)
Cora and I have decided

to move into the Dower House
while Mary presides here.

She knows this estate
better than I do

and loves it quite as much.

I can promise
with all my heart

that she is more than worthy
of the position

that she has been
called to.

You've been good neighbors
to Cora and me,

and I hope you still will be,

but the future
of Downton Abbey

is now in Mary's and, later,
George's hands.

May God bless them.

I give you Mary and George.

ALL: Mary and George.

That was marvelous.
Well done, Robert.

Now let's go
through together.

All this Queen Mary talk
kind of makes you forget

her grandfather
was in dry goods.

Can I help you
with anything more, sir?

Haven't we all finished?

I expect you're puzzled
to see me.

Uh...

Joseph Molesley.

I...

I wrote the film.

Oh, of course.

But you're a footman
again now.

Never mind, old chap.

It's a fickle business.

Oh...
Guy.

Go and invite Barrow
to join us.

What? Upstairs?

Oh, he doesn't
work here anymore,

and for you, he's clearly
more a friend than a servant.

You're right.

The old divisions don't seem
to mean as much as they did.

I'm not convinced
they ever meant much to you.

Can I come with you?

Why?

Well, he wants to see
their faces when you
make the suggestion.

This way, Noël.

All I wanted
was to meet Mr. Coward,

and now he thinks
I'm a footman.

CARSON: The last supper.

Oh, no, don't get up.

Thomas, Lady Mary wonders

if you'd like some coffee
or a drink.

Lady Mary wants Mr. Barrow
to join her upstairs?

Well, he doesn't work here

and he's in the house now
as a pal of mine.

That's true.

This really is the night
that shook the world.

Oh.

I suppose you think
Lady Mary's lost
her moral compass, Mr. Carson.

Perhaps we should all have
a different compass
these days.

Well, are you coming?

Do you think I should?

I certainly do.

(CHUCKLES SOFTLY)

Right.

Cheer up, Mr. Molesley,

you've a good marriage.
You're a successful
screenwriter.

Isn't that something?

Wait a minute.
So, you wrote The Gambler?

I did, yes.

Well, you were lucky with Guy.

Writers can wait years
before they get a cast

that shows them at their best.

I-I do know that,

and I know that it's an honor
to have you here, Mr. Coward.

(CLICKS TONGUE) Oh.

I don't understand,
if you're a writer,

then why are you
a footman now?

Oh. It's a...
It's a long story.

I hope you've enjoyed
your stay at Downton.

NOËL: Certainly.

And Lady Mary's
given me an idea.

What do you mean?

Well, she was talking
about her divorce,

and I can see
the play in my head.

Oh, but is it right?

To use what people confide
about their private lives?

"Private lives."

Very good.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

I'm grateful.

Until the next time.

(GRUMBLING)

But, Joseph, you've made
a good life for us.

A lovely life.

Won't you please
let us be happy?

I will try. I promise.

That's all I ask.

(MUFFLED CONVERSATIONS)

Are you all right?

(WHISPERING) I wish I was
in the right clothes.

They look perfectly right
to me.

(LOW CONVERSATIONS)

ROBERT: Good Lord.
HAROLD: Who is that?

Is that Barrow?

(TALKING STOPS)
ROBERT: Oh.

Yes, and you're not
to make a thing of it.

Thank you.

ROBERT: They're very informal.

I suppose that comes
with living in America.

We're all looking forward
to the show.

Oh, I hope it's one
that Violet would have
been proud of.

I feel it's the last thing
I could do for her.

She terrified the daylights
out of me.
(LAUGHING)

Maybe, but in truth,
she was kinder, funnier,

wiser than most people knew.

Quite irreplaceable.
HAROLD: Oh, I don't agree.

I think Mary will replace her,

if she hasn't already.
Mmm.

I do wish you'd sing
for us, Noël.

I never need
to be asked twice.

Wonderful.
Should we gather round?

Noël's going to sing
something for us.
(EXCLAIMING)

Oh, Mr. Branson.
Thomas.

Good to see you.

(PIANO PLAYS GENTLY)

(SINGING)
Poor little rich girl

You're a bewitched girl

Better take care

(CHUCKLING)

Laughing at danger

Virtue a stranger

Better beware

Is this funny or impertinent?

Find it funny, please.

The life you lead sets
all your nerves a-jangle

Your love affairs are in
(MURMURING EXCITEDLY)

A hopeless tangle

Though you're
a child, dear

Your life's a wild typhoon

(GIGGLING)

Poor little rich girl

Don't drop a stitch
too soon

Very good, Mr. Coward.
Very good.

You're only a baby

You're lonely

And maybe someday soon
you'll know

The tears you are tasting

Are years you are wasting

Life's a bitter foe

NOËL AND GUY: (SINGING)
Poor little rich girl

You're a bewitched girl,
better take care

Ooh. (LAUGHS)

(LAUGHING)

Laughing at danger
Virtue a stranger

Better beware

Shall I join in?
Yes.

You're weaving love
into a mad jazz pattern

Ruled by pantaloon

(CHUCKLING)

Poor little rich girl

Don't drop a stitch too soon

(LAUGHING)
Bravo!

Bravo!
Bravo!

Bravo.
HAROLD: Bravo!

We should be off, too,
after a really lovely evening.

But first I want to apologize.

Apologize, Anne? What for?

When you first asked,
we hung back.

It was cowardly.

Convention makes cowards
of us all.

Lady Osborne said
her maid told her

Mr. Coward was coming,
but how did she know?

Our servants always know
more about us
than we do about them.

Mary's overcome her trials,
and I'm glad.

I hope she'll thrive
from now on.

I'm not sure I'm cut out
to be the prodigal daughter.

I want my virtues
to be celebrated,

not my sins forgiven.

I should take
what you can get.

You're leaving
before the show?

Yeah. I'll have left
by the time you get home.

Dinner at Southampton,

then on board the Leviathan
next morning.

Oh, Harold.

I hope I haven't let you down.

Don't be silly.

I'm the one
who's let everyone down.

You trusted me, and I wasn't
worthy of that trust.

You're worthy of my love,
and that won't change.

Wish you weren't so far away.

Well, perhaps I'll move here.

I'm sure I'd be more English
than Robert in a trice.

(LAUGHING)

Let's stay more in touch
in future, and we'll see.

The theater is
a wonderful investment,

if you like a bit of a gamble.

Well, what's the name
of your new show

with the-the Titanic
and the war?

I think I'll call it
Cavalcade.

Well, I might try my luck
as an angel.

I'm very glad you found
someone to take over
from Mrs. Patmore,

but isn't the time coming
when we cook for ourselves,

at least in London?

Certainly not.

One day, the 20th century
will catch up with you, Mary,

and swallow you whole
in a single bite.
(CHUCKLES)

Not if I see it coming.
(DOOR OPENS)

Uh, here's a surprise for you.

I'd like to persuade Cora

we should invest
in Mr. Coward's new play.

I hope you don't value
your shirt.

NOËL: Nonsense, Guy.

Haven't you heard?
I'm a genius.

It's been a productive visit.

In fact, Lady Mary's given me
an idea for a comedy.

No, I can't think how.

It's about a divorced couple
who are still in love,

but they drive each other mad.

What do you think?

I think I'm not still in love,

and I'm not quite ready
to find divorce hilarious.

You know, I'm gonna miss
Downton when I go.

But you love America.

Oh, yes.
And we're always being
told that Europe is yesterday

and America's tomorrow,
but, uh, I don't know.

Sometimes I feel like the past

is a more comfortable place
than the future.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

How proud
your father would be.

I hope that's true.

Shouldn't you be at the show?

I came to ask my son for luck
before I go.

Can I give you a lift?

That would be kind. Thank you.

(ENGINE STARTING)

Mr. Dexter must have been
so grateful to you

for writing the film.

Well, the best playwright
in the world is nothing

without good actors.

I've learned that much
at least.

(GEARS GRINDING)

Here we go.
(LAUGHING)

Oh, oh.

(ENGINES STOPS)
Oh.

(ENGINE STARTING)

(ENGINE STOPS)
(GASPS)

(ENGINE STARTING)
Sorry.

Uh...

(MOLESLEY WHIMPERING)

(BAND PLAYING SLAIDBURN)

CARSON: (OVER MIC)
Good afternoon,
ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the
Yorkshire County Show, 1930.

We hope you all have
a wonderful afternoon.

Where have you been?

Are you all right?

You look a bit shaken.

Molesley drove me.

And on behalf of our
new president, Lady Merton,

we hope you're all enjoying
the new additions.

The fairground I see
is proving very popular.

(BELL DINGS)
(GASPS) Oh.

(CALLIOPE MUSIC PLAYING)

(APPLAUSE)

(QUIET CHATTER)

(PIG SNORTING)

CARSON: (OVER MIC)
The sheep shearing
demonstration is taking place

right now at the south end
of the County Show ground
in the sheep pens.

(CALLIOPE MUSIC CONTINUES)

Nothing's changed here
since 1850.

Well, you can see
women's ankles now.

(GOAT BLEATING)

That's not much use to us.

(CHUCKLING)

(LAUGHTER AND CHATTERING)

(LAUGHING)
EDITH: Anna.

BERTIE: Afternoon.

Thank you for your help
with the dinner.

It was everyone really,
milady.

Well, then,
please thank them all.

I most certainly will.
Good day.

In the main arena now,

the judging of
the Highland cattle.

And in the lost
children's tent,

there's a young girl
dressed as Guinevere.

She's too shy
to tell us her real name.

Mmm.

That's you, that is.

MARY: Oh, look.

Want to pet him?

CAROLINE: He's so lovely.

GEORGE: Hello, Raffi.

CARSON: The main prize giving
will take place

at the end of the show at 4:30
precisely in the marquee.

Take your seats early.

Thank you.
You have a lovely day.

(CHUCKLING)
lSOBEL: Cora.

Mary.

Follow me.

Are you sure?

Shouldn't I just
hover in the shadows?

Oh, of course not.
MORELAND: Lady Merton.

There you are.

Lady Grantham.

And, Lady Mary,
I didn't know you were coming.

Let me find you a seat.

Lady Mary is sitting in
the front row with the family.

Are you sure? Because
you have plenty...
I'm quite sure.

Ah, Lord Grantham.

We have a place
reserved for you.

Ah, how kind, Sir Hector.

How was your dinner
last night?

Just a supper, really.

I know all about it.

(HUSHED) Hell hath no fury
like a snob scorned.

CORA: Congratulations,
Mr. Anderson.

Ah.
Thank you so much. Thank you.

And now our final prize today
for our Local Hero.

But first, as a tribute
to my predecessor,

we have renamed this
the Violet Grantham Cup.

(APPLAUSE)

When was that decided?

And I would like to invite
Lady Mary...

Ah.
...to present it.

What?

Quite right! Go on!

(CLEARS THROAT QUIETLY)

Firstly, I can't explain

how much your support today
means to me.

But I want you to know
that you are, all of you,

more important to me
than I can say.

Now, this prize is for someone
who's made a real difference.

A farmer for 60 years
until his retirement.

It gives me great pleasure
to present the cup

to Mr. Albert Mason.

Huh?

Oh. Go, go, go, go, go.
Go. Now.

(CHEERING)

Oh. Thank you very much.

MASON: Well, thank you.

Uh, thanks so...

Thanks to you all
for this great honor,

and thanks to Lady Mary,

the new mistress
of Downton Abbey.

Like all of us,
I wish her well.

(CHEERING)

Well, everyone seems
very happy, Sir Hector.

When standards
are lowered this far,

that is usually the case.

We just had to be patient.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(CLOCKS TICKING)

(DOOR OPENS)

I'm all but finished, milady.

Mr. and Mrs. Bates
will go ahead,

and it should all be ready
when you arrive.

You're kind
to have allowed this.

Not really.

You know Mrs. Bates well,
and, of course,

I'm glad to work
for Lady Mary.

She'll need all the support
she can get.

She'll not be disappointed.

Not if I can help it.

Thank you, Baxter.

So, off we go
for our next adventure.

I'm looking forward to it,
milord.

I'm honored to be doubling
as valet and butler.

I won't let you down.

Do you ever think
of where it all began, Bates?

That day at Tugela Heights,
under General Buller,

waiting to march on Ladysmith?

To be honest, milord,
I didn't think we'd get
out of that alive.

I wouldn't have done
without you.

I don't know.
I do.

I know it very well.

You took a bullet for me,
and I think about it often.

I wanted to catch you
before you left.

I was just coming up
to say goodbye.

We'll see a lot of each other,

even if your new duties
keep you busy.

I'll look forward to that,
milady.

But... I do have one thing
I'd like to ask, if I may.

Of course. What is it?

When the baby's born,

might you consider
being the godmother?

I should be honored.

That means so much
to me, milady.

So much.

Now, I think I've told
Ms. Baxter
all she needs to know.

I'm sure you have,
but I'll still depend on you.

You know that.

I think we all depend
on each other, milady.

The way people should.

TOM: We'll just say goodbye
to Robert and Cora and Mary,

and then we'll be off.

Ah. I'll say goodbye now.

I promised Lucy
we wouldn't be back too late.

You've been so helpful, Tom.

With all of it.

You know I'll never be
off the telephone,

asking advice.

I doubt I can offer much
you don't know already,

but I'll always be happy
to help.

Goodbye, darling. (KISSES)

Sybil would be
so proud of you.

Goodbye, Aunt Mary.

Dear Sybbie.

I had good news in the post.

Good news for you anyway.

An offer on Grantham House.

I didn't know things
had gone that far.

You were right.

It was time.

We should go.
They're all waiting.

We've decided to walk.

MARY: Come along, George.

Goodness. Thank you.

Like the old days.

(MRS. PATMORE CHUCKLING)

The kitchen staff weren't
included in the old days.

That was then, this is now.

I'm glad to see you,
Mrs. Patmore.

I heard you were going,
milady, and I-I wanted
to say goodbye.

Thank you, milady.

Please thank Mr. Mason
for what he said at the show.

I will, milady.

Ooh.

(LAUGHS, SNORTS QUIETLY)

Mmm.

It was very kind
of His Lordship
to lend us the car.

I think you've earned it.

And my plan was
to swing through that window
up there...

Would you like a visit
to the Dower House
to help you settle in?

Give us a few days,
and we'd love it.

MARY: Off they go.

Yes.
We really must be going, too.

You ready?

I am.
(ENGINE STARTING)

ANDY: Right. Back to work.

(LOW CONVERSATIONS)

ANDY: Mr. Carson.

Thank you.

Please say
you're not sorry to leave.

I'm not.

We've done our duty.

I've given half my life
to Downton,

and I'm glad I have some left
to give to you.

I think we'll be happy
living in the Dower House.

Sharing it with Mama's ghost.

She's part of our story.

And it's all
part of our story.

And I love you.

That's what makes it
all worthwhile.

(KISSES)
MARY: Give my love
to your brother.

Are you sure you won't stay?

We ought to get going.

And I'm eager to see Peter.

And you're pleased
with the way things
have worked out?

Every time a place like this
passes to the next generation,

it's a victory in itself.

(KISSES)

Long live Downton Abbey.

Amen to that.

(UPLIFTING MUSIC PLAYING)

(THEME TUNE PLAYING)

(I'll SEE YOU AGAIN PLAYING)

MAN: (SINGING)
I'll see you again

Whenever spring
breaks through again

Time may lie heavy between

But what has been

Can leave me never

Your dear memory

Throughout my life
will come to me

Though my world
has gone awry

Though the years
my tears may dry

I shall love you till I die

Goodbye

(SONG FADES)

(CLOSING TUNE PLAYING)

(MUSIC ENDS)