All language subtitles for Downton Abbey - 2

You can't embarrass Mama.

I'm sorry, but you must wait
until we stand.

Lord Hexham,
how is Northumberland?

As beautiful as ever, sir.

Can it spare you, do you think?

Well, that was humiliating.

Go on.

Oh! Well, we might as well
all go for a walk.

We cannot challenge the way

a royal visit is conducted,
Mrs. Patmore.

- I'm not so sure.
- Why don't we all meet

- back here after the parade?
- Anna, Mr. Bates,

there must be no trouble or
disloyal tomfoolery of any kind.

Do you hear me?

We'll meet in the wine cellar.

Tell the others.

Now, I'm walking
to Mr. Bakewell's,

- if you've any errands.
- No.

Well, then,

- we should get moving.
- Ah. -Of course, sir.

- Yes.
- Here we go.

Ma'am.

I'm so looking forward to this.

- Okay.
- Good lunch, I thought.

What was the king saying
earlier? I couldn't hear.

He's planning a tour for the
Prince of Wales next March.

It'll take in most
of the African colonies

- and finish in Cape Town.
- And he wants you to go?

He thinks
I'm a steadying influence.

How long would you be away?

About three months.

I can't believe my luck.
Can you?

I think we're parked
around the back.

Tom.

What on earth
are you doing here?

I might ask you
the same question.

Go back, or you'll ruin things.

Isn't that what you're doing?

You don't know what I'm doing.

- Who's this?
- This is my sister-in-law,

Lady Mary Talbot.

I told you to come alone.

Leave this to me.

- Tom!
- Get the gun!

There he is.

- Hold still.
- Got him?

Calm down.
You're not going anywhere.

- Hold still.
- Are you all right, sir?

- High treason, that is.
- Your Ladyship?

Why are you even here?

I didn't suspect him myself
until last night.

How was I to know you'd
given up on a free Ireland?

Isn't it free now?

Not with the bloody Crown
around its neck!

Get in.

- Take him away.
- All right, sir.

I'm not impressed
you all decided

I was a royal assassin.

I didn't.

It was really the others.

If you'll follow us
to the station.

Why didn't you tell us?

I thought he'd come
to check up on me

and didn't want
to drag you into it.

I assumed he'd back off

if I answered his questions
and met him for a drink.

But last night at the pub,

I realized he wanted to use me
to get close to the king.

Royal salute!

Carry... swords!

Sorry.

Excuse me.

We thought you'd miss it.

I was just in time.

I don't know why I bothered.

- Shh!
- Oh, quiet.

Your Majesty,

the Yorkshire Hussars
are formed up,

ready and awaiting
your inspection.

Where is he?

He's not feeling well.

Wasn't he out shooting
yesterday?

- What do you want me to say?
- Nothing.

You have to let me leave him.

We will not talk about it now.

Is that your maid?

That's right. Lucy.

Don't you call her
by her surname?

She's been with me so long.

It's so strange.

- He seemed so English.
- And so he was.

A pillar of the establishment,

until the notion
of Irish independence

took him over to the other side.

That's where I came in.

He'd heard my sympathies lay
with Ireland and the republic.

Don't they?

Not at any cost.

I'm a law-and-order man
these days.

That's what you lot
have done to me.

So, will there be a great splash

all over the newspapers?

Poor Papa.

Oh, no. You'll find
there isn't a whisper

about this anywhere.

An establishment cover-up.

I don't believe
in conspiracy theories.

Yes.

- Do you... do you write?
- I try.

Ah, Miss Smith.
Did Mrs. Hughes sort you out?

She did.

And have you enjoyed the parade?

Do you work at the house?

Not exactly.

I sell cars,
and I help with the estate.

Lord Grantham
is my father-in-law.

Oh, I do beg your pardon, sir.

Oh, no, please, let me explain.

I started here as a chauffeur.

You must be
Lady Sybil's husband.

I am.

Lady Bagshaw and I
followed the story.

We were so sad when she died.

How long ago was it?

Seven years, or nearly.

- My God.
- I'm sorry.

- It's still painful.
- Not in that way.

It doesn't hurt anymore,
but it's still there.

- Can I ask you something?
- Of course.

Was it hard,
coming up like that?

Joining the family.

Very hard.

Between my old world
and the new one,

sometimes I didn't know
who I was.

But you do now?

I think so, yes.

I came to terms with it.

Why?

I'm just curious.

Quickly, everyone. Quick.

Come on. Quickly, Mr. Barrow.

Can somebody tell me
what's going on? Anna?

- Shh!
- What's going on?

What are we all
doing down here?

Shh. Go inside.
They can't hear us in there.

This is most improper.

Yes, why-why have you
got us all here?

- Yeah.
- I will tell you.

Mr. Bates and I...

we want to defend
Downton's honor.

In what way?

Would you like a repeat
of how you were all

treated at luncheon?

No, I bloody well would not.

Andrew,
there are ladies present.

We think we should fight back.

I don't like the sound of this.

I do not like this at all.

Anna, tell them.

We are going to clear the way
so you cook and serve dinner

for the king and queen
at Downton Abbey.

As you should.

Well, oh, my God,
is this a revolution?

Shall I fetch the pitchforks?

No, we're serious, Mr. Moseley.

But do you know
what Mr. Courbet's

brought in for tonight?

Mm, never mind that.
We've got our own supplies.

And you can leave
Mr. Courbet to me.

What do you want us to do?

Don't bother with the maids
and valets.

We've no quarrel with them.

But we need to get rid
of the royal butler

- for the night.
- The Page of the Backstairs,

if you don't mind, Mr. Bates.

And the footmen need to be
out of commission

from 7:00 until you finish
serving them.

This is treason.

Well, what can we do about 'em?

Well, we could lock them
in the attic.

Any more talk like that,

and we'll all end up
in Botany Bay.

And did you enjoy

being pushed around
and passed over

and told to stay down here
by Mr. Wilson?

I will play
no active part in this.

Well, suppose His Majesty sees

what's going on
and is displeased.

Why? Do you think

I'm not capable of cooking
a decent dinner?

Oh, no, of course not.
But-but I...

I'll see to the footmen.

What are you going to do?

You'll find out.

So, does this mean
we're back on duty after all?

- Me and Mr. Moseley?
- And Albert as well.

You know where to find
the state liveries.

Right.

- Well, come on, Daisy.
- Will I pour wine

for the queen's sweet lips?

Any more of that,
and we'll lock you in the attic.

I don't know why
you're bothering.

What about that Mrs. Webb

who keeps telling us
she's the housekeeper?

Don't you worry about Mrs. Webb.

I am more than a match
for Mrs. Webb.

I still don't know

how you're going to manage
Mr. Courbet.

Well, there's, um...

I'm just going upstairs
to lie down.

Can you get things ready
for when I come back?

When will that be, O Mighty One?

Wake me in half an hour

if I'm not already
in the kitchen.

Trust us.

Tell us about your maid.

Lucy is the daughter of...

David's army servant,
Jack Smith.

And, like my husband,
he died in the Boer Wars.

So you looked after his child?

Lucy had no mother, you see.

So I gave her a home.

That's very generous.

Generosity that has been amply
returned, I can assure you.

I'm glad.

You don't sound very glad.

Oh, goodness.

I thought everyone
was in the drawing room.

I've been dodging it,
I'm afraid.

I suppose I ought to get back.

Can I get someone for you?

No, thank you.

You're the widower of the
youngest daughter, aren't you?

I've heard of you, Mister...

Branson.

Tom Branson.

And who are you?
Ah, I should know,

but I'm no good
at that sort of thing.

Well, I suppose you can't
be expected to know everyone.

Mm.

Did you enjoy the parade?

I'm afraid
I missed it completely.

I got distracted.

- What a shame.
- Well, to be honest,

I'm not much of a royalist.

Although I probably
shouldn't say that out loud.

Certainly not to a stranger.

That seems odd, as the Crawleys

would die for the Crown
if they had to.

You can love people
you disagree with.

And you love them?

They're decent at the core.

People can be decent at the core
but very difficult to live with.

True enough.

And they're silly, too,
and snobbish at times.

And I wouldn't give tuppence
for their politics.

But I've learned to be happy
with all of that.

And besides...

they're my daughter's family.

And she lives here?

I nearly took her away once.

But she belongs here now.

I spent so much of my life
not belonging anywhere.

That's important to me.

I suppose, in the end,
it's deciding

what's important, isn't it?

You've given me a great deal
to think about, Mr. Branson.

Good things, I hope.

That may be so, but...

now we must go in.

We must change.

And you leave in the morning.

I wonder if we might have
a talk later.

We'll find a cozy spot.

And Robert can join us.

I won't be interrogated, Violet.

Please, don't miss the chance
to settle things between you.

Very well.

But now I must go.

That was helpful.
Thank you.

Well, I told you
I wanted to help.

Well, thanks to you,
we have her cornered.

Mr. Wilson.

There's a telephone call
for you.

For me?

But, Sir Harry, they wouldn't
get to London until 9:00.

It doesn't matter.

The ball at Clarence House
won't start till 10:00.

What ball at Clarence House?

The Duke of Connaught's.

What are you playing at, Wilson?

I'm not questioning you, sir,

not if it's what
the Duke of Connaught wishes.

But how do I manage here?

Don't they have footmen
at Downton?

Yes, there are footmen.
But won't His Majesty...

His Majesty won't give
a tinker's cuss!

- Now, do as I say.
- Of course, Sir Harry. At once.

Everything all right,
Mr. Wilson?

I need to see my footmen

and the house footmen
and the hall boy.

Uh, when is the next train
to London?

I hope it's not bad news.

Not bad, exactly.

But irregular.

Very irregular, indeed.

I'll get drummed out of the
regiment if they ever find out.

Well, you sounded
convincing to me.

Oh, I'm very good
at doing Sir Harry Barnston,

- I can assure you.
- What if Mr. Wilson rings back?

No one queries
Sir Harry's orders.

But if he did?

Well, then they'd
uncover the trick.

But they couldn't
trace it back to me.

Right. Shall we go into York?

Sorry to miss out
on the fun, in a way.

Where shall I wait for you
when you're with your parents?

We'll find a pub.

Did you manage
to speak to someone?

I got hold
of Madame Seymour's assistant.

They've sent you the wrong one.

It's similar in style
but not, as you can see,

- in size.
- Well, where's my dress now?

On its way to New York.

Well, that's that, then.

Wonderful.

Everything's going wrong
for me today.

- Milady?
- Oh. Never mind.

How are things downstairs?
Any better?

A bit better, yes, milady.

In fact,
I ought to be getting back.

Of course.

Oh, one thing.

The painted glass
that used to sit by my bed,

was it broken while I was away?

Leave it with me, milady.

And the dress.

You wouldn't mind a fitting
later tonight, would you?

I don't understand.
Who with?

I just had an idea.

I shouldn't think so,

not if she knows
what's good for her.

Oh, I...

I'm sorry to interrupt.

How clever of you to find me.

Well, not really.
I lived here 40 years.

I assume this is your maid?

- Yes, this is Lucy Smith.
- Oh.

Good evening, Smith.

Good evening, milady.

- Shall I go?
- No, not for me.

Not for me.
I'm delighted to meet you.

I've heard so much about you.

Is there something you want?

Hmm?

Oh, just-just to see
you're comfortable

and to confirm
our little chat for later.

I live my own life now, Violet.

I'm not what I was.

My father is gone.
My husband is gone.

I see no reason
not to do what I want.

Well, that doesn't mean
there is no reason,

merely that you cannot see it.

I think Lady Merton is right.

We'll have it out,
once and for all.

But now I must go
to Her Majesty.

Hmm.

You're not to speak.
You're not to think.

Just follow my lead.

Their Majesties must not know
they're being served

by anyone different.
Do you hear me?

I don't want them
to even notice.

We will do our best, Mr. Wilson.

I don't want your best.

I want far better
than your best.

Is everything under control
here, Mr. Wilson?

I gather the others
caught the train.

And this is
what we're left with.

Mind you don't disgrace
the state livery, Albert.

Of course, Mr. Carson.

Where is Monsieur Courbet?

- I came in here to see him.
- Uh, he went out.

So I thought I'd better get on
with dinner. Wasn't I right?

- No, you were not right.
You were entirely wrong! -Oh!

Oh, I'm sorry.

I don't know h-how
that happened.

Well, I shall
have to go and change.

We'll sort this out
when I return.

Andy.

If you don't
want me to, I won't.

But you've already said
that you will.

Because it's a fantastic chance.

It didn't occur to me
you'd mind.

I don't, exactly.
Not in that way.

Then in what way?

I wasn't going to tell you.

I wasn't going
to tell anyone, but...

I might be pregnant.

Oh, darling.

How marvelous.

How fabulous.

My heart is bursting.

Oh, well, that's
exactly what I don't want.

- It could easily go wrong.
- Oh, but-but if it doesn't...

Then I'll give birth

just as you set off on
your three-month colonial tour.

Why didn't you say this
when I first mentioned it?

You'd agreed
before I had the chance.

Secrets always muddle things.

Oh, yes, that's right,
let's make it my fault.

Well, I'll tell the king
I can't go.

And he'll accept that, will he?

Hello.
It's Miss Smith, isn't it?

We were talking about you
earlier. Weren't we?

Oh, Tom.

What luck.
You know Miss Smith, don't you?

Come along, Mary.

Are you all right?

Has something happened?

Old Lady Grantham came in
while we were dressing.

I think the stage is set
for a fight later, about me.

She thinks Lady Bagshaw
means to favor me,

- and she doesn't approve.
- What business is it of hers?

Lady Bagshaw
must have her reasons,

and that's good enough for me.

Going down, Tom?

Good night.

Ah, there you are, Miss Lawton.

I hope you're having
a well-earned rest.

Well, there's
always less for me to do

when Miss Aplin arrives.

But we must be ready
for the ball tomorrow.

That's what I want
to talk about.

Later this evening, when I
go up to help Lady Hexham,

I want you to come with me,

fit a new ball dress
and sew it overnight

so it's done before you leave
in the morning.

Why on earth would I do that?

The box and cupid
from the drawing room.

The library paper knife.

Lady Hexham's painted glass.

Never took the glass.

Then it must have been broken,
like she said.

But you took something
from that room.

What was it?

A patch box
from the dressing table.

I'd like them all back, please.

I can't sew a dress in a night.

When would I sleep?

When you get to Harewood
tomorrow.

And don't think I won't tell.

"Queen's dresser a thief."

That'll make headlines
from here to Peru.

The Marquess
and Marchioness of Granby.

Sir William and Lady Ingleby.

Where are the royal footmen?

They've had to go back
to London.

All of them?
Wasn't that rather unlucky?

Unlucky for some, milady.

The Earl and Countess
of Scarborough.

Ah.

For goodness' sake!

Help me!

Will someone help me?

I'm going on to Turton's
in a minute.

Do you know it?

Uh...

I'm Chris Webster, by the way.

I'm waiting for someone.

For a very long time.

Perhaps he's found
better things to do.

And?

Why don't you come with me?

You know you want to.

Excuse me, sir.
My name's Barrow.

If someone comes looking for me,
could you tell him I've gone?

- Shall I say where to?
- Never mind that. -Turton's.

I just cannot understand
where Mr. Wilson has got to.

Never mind him.
What about you?

Surely, you can't really mean
to leave His Majesty unattended.

But is it for me to attend him?

Well, you've got
your breeches on.

- Well, I have, but...
- Mr. Carson,

this is your destiny.

You know as much, and so do I.

Now, accept it proudly.

And walk into that room
with your head held high.

You can do it, Mr. Carson.

Please tell me what is going on.

Mr. Courbet is missing,
ditto Mr. Wilson,

and your footmen are
on their way up to London.

I am still in charge here.

No, Mrs. Webb.
These are my people now.

So please, uh, go back to the
servants' hall and sit down.

Or would you rather
ruin the evening?

That's telling her.

Mrs. Patmore forgot
to send up the sauce.

- And I've got the chopped egg.
- Oh, that's kind

- when it's not your job.
- Nonsense.

We must all pull our weight
tonight for Downton's glory.

Now, are you ready, boys?

Ready as we'll ever be.

We'll be fine, Mrs. Hughes.

What about you, Mr. Molesley?

I know I'm
gonna forget my lines.

You haven't got any lines.

- You're on.
- Oh. Right.

And, Mr. Molesley?

Remember to breathe.

Breathe, yeah.

Gentlemen.

I'm glad you're here,
Mr. Carson.

I must go
where my king needs me.

- Hello.
- All right.

Oh, hello.

Looks like we've got
some new blood here.

Hello.

You're a very charming
young man.

Hey!

Stay with me!
Stay with me, Michael!

I can't believe this.

I've never seen
anything like it.

There's a first time
for everything.

I know, but...

Here. Come dance with me.

What'd you say? -MAN 4:
I said, "There's your friend."

No, my friend's over there.

I wish I could tell them how
grateful they should be to you.

You were every bit as brave
as I was.

Mary,

you're talking
in the wrong direction.

Don't worry about Granny.

She's getting ready
to give Cousin Maud a grilling.

Mainly, I suspect,
about her maid.

I think Lady Bagshaw sees her
as more than just her maid.

Oh, I'm sure she does.

And that's what
Granny's afraid of.

I might as well admit...

I like her.

Good.

Don't let them put you off.

Tom, you're looking
pleased with yourself.

He was just praising

Lady Bagshaw's maid.

Well, uh, how did she contrive
to make your acquaintance?

She didn't contrive anything.
We met by chance.

What simpletons men are.

This is good.

And I thought
something else was planned.

But it is excellent.

So, a well-done to old Courbet.

- Oh, yes.
- Yes, very delicious.

This wasn't Monsieur Courbet,
Your Majesty.

Mrs. Patmore cooked it.

In fact, it is
the Downton Abbey staff

who are serving you
this evening.

Oh.

Oh.

I do beg your pardon,
Your Majesty.

That's quite enough, Molesley.

You must give our compliments
to Mrs. Patmore

and all the staff.

- Molesley.
- Huh?

Her Majesty is speaking to you.

With pleasure, Your Majesty.

That was kind of you, ma'am.

I suppose he's excited

that they've had to take over
from our people.

I wonder what's happened.

Whatever may have happened
does not excuse his behavior.

I can assure you,
Lady Grantham,

we are quite used
to people behaving strangely

when we are near.

- Whoa!
- That's it. I've got you.

The peelers are here!

It's the police!

Make sure no one
scarpers. Block all the exits.

- What's going on?
- All right, gentlemen,

that's the end of your evening.
Shut that music up now!

Right!

You are all coming
to the station with us.

We're just having a bit of fun,
Officer.

No one's making any trouble.

That's for the judge to decide.

- Judge?
- What did you think?

We're gonna slap your wrists
and send you home?

I've never been here before.

You're here now. Right!

Gather your things!

You're coming with us,
you dirty perverts. Out.

- Get out! Move it!
- Come on, you filthy sods.

- Come on, you lot.
- Pack it in. Get in the van.

Sort it out.

- There we are, my dear.
- Oh, thank you.

Yes, darling.

Thank you.

There might be a moment.

I met the maid.

She has Maud wound
around her little finger.

- Then we need to know why.
- Mm.

Well, I'll
look forward to it, gentlemen.

- Thank you, Your Majesty.
- Milord.

What is it, Hexham?

Well, Your Majesty, it's this.

I've just learned
that Lady Hexham

is expecting our first child.

But that's wonderful news.

We're not telling anyone
quite yet,

but I thought
you'd be interested.

And so I am. Congratulations.

The-the thing is, sir,

it's due to be born
around the time

the prince and I
will be setting off on tour.

Excellent.

Please make it register
with him.

Help the prince
to understand what it means

to have a real family life.

You can be such an example
to him.

I know it.

Very well.
Let's get to the point.

Robert is my nearest relation
on my father's side.

He is.

But he will not be my heir.

And there we have it.

Who will be? Can you tell us?

Lucy Smith, my maid.

What? Are you out of your mind?

No. And I know what I'm doing.

On the contrary,
you're-you're clearly insane.

You should be in an asylum.

How like you.
A word of resistance,

and you slash with your saber.

It is lucky for Miss Smith
that I do not own a saber.

So, this is truly your choice?

Lucy has taken care of me
for many years.

I wish to show my gratitude.

With the family house?

With the family estate?

You belong in a straitjacket.

To treat your maid
as a blood relation

is to unpick every fiber
of the English way of life.

What piffle you talk.

- Oh! -Please, there is
no need to argue.

I never argue.

I explain.

Face it, Violet,
I'll outlive you anyway,

so it need trouble you
no further.

And now...
I must attend Her Majesty.

Game, set and match
to Lady Bagshaw.

Not while I'm the umpire.

We had a few drinks,
and Mr. Barrow thought

it'd be fun to play a trick
on the queers, that's all.

He was only in there
for five minutes.

Dancing the tango
with another man.

Come on, Sergeant,
it was a joke.

Turns your stomach, though.

- Relieved to hear it.
- Yeah, I'd rather be dead

if I thought I was one of them.

But what can I say to the earl?

What earl?

The Earl of Grantham.

Mr. Barrow is his butler.

Of course,
you'll want to see proof

of my identity.

- Was it you who got me out?
- No.

The good fairy came down
on a moonbeam.

How did you know where I'd gone?

The landlord told me.

Waited outside,
followed you here.

Then I showed the sergeant
my card,

and that seemed
to settle things.

"The royal household."

He must have loved that.

I'm a...

I'm afraid
I've been a silly boy.

You just need to be
a bit more circumspect

in future, Mr. Barrow.

Could you please remove it,
milady,

leaving the pins in place?

Can you really get it done
before you go?

- I don't see how.
- She'll finish it.

- Won't you?
- I'll do my best.

I'm sure you'll manage.

By the way, I think I know
what happened to the cupid

from the drawing room, milady.

Really? Was it missing?

Your dress will be ready
in the morning, milady.

Thank you.

I don't know how
you persuaded her.

She's nice, really.
When you get to know her.

Is there anything else?

Only to say
that you're a genius.

- Good night.
- Good night.

I'm afraid
I didn't get anywhere.

Well, that's that.

Just because the king
doesn't see that a man

has any part to play
in childbearing.

Well, he doesn't.

But you'd think he'd know
that one likes to be around.

You can't just tell him no?

Darling, I'm one of
the senior peers in the land.

What do you think that means?

What do you think I'm sworn to?

Lady Bagshaw,
could I have a word

before you ring for your maid?

Does Lucy know
that you're her mother?

She does.

For years,
I said I was her godmother,

but I told her the truth
on her 18th birthday.

How old was she when Jack died?

Six.

She'd lived with Jack
and his mother until then.

But I took her into the house,

and she went
to the village school

until, eventually,
she became my maid.

I suppose
if she'd been your ward,

people would have guessed.

Exactly.

Who takes notice of a servant?

I hid her in plain sight.

Did you love Jack Smith?

Everyone should know
a total love at least once.

Jack was mine.

My husband was very dull,
you know?

He wasn't a bad man, but...

but he wasn't a clever one,
either.

Then he died,
and Jack came to see me,

and it began from there.

How daring.

I know it sounds reckless,

but I was 39
when I got pregnant.

I thought I was barren.

Of course, I knew I couldn't
tell my father, so...

I went to America.

They must have
thought that wild.

Well, little did they know
how wild it really was.

But you were happy with Jack?

Oh, very.

We had ten years together
before he died.

I'd have married him
if I'd had the courage.

I was weak.

But you never knew my father.

I suppose royal service
kept you silent on the subject.

Yes.

In a way.

But it was cowardice, really.

Now, by making Lucy my heir,

I will have taken
the first step.

You must tell Violet at once.

- I couldn't.
- You're wrong.

As soon as she knows the truth,
she'll fathom your plans

and cease to fight you.

The servants seem to be
enjoying themselves tonight.

Especially Molesley.

What happened to the royal team?

It's a long story, milady.

But you're right.
We did have fun.

Well, I'm glad it's gone well
for everyone.

But I don't think
I could face doing it again.

You're not finished yet.

You've still got the ball
at Harewood.

Yes, but it won't be our fault
if anything goes wrong.

That's not very cheerful.

The last few days
have made me think.

Should we really go on with it?

We're running the house
with too few people as it is,

and half of those here now
will leave soon.

What are you saying, milady?

Isn't it time
to chuck in the towel?

Lots of people have.

You mean... leave Downton?

We could sell it for a school

or an old people's home
or something.

And buy a manor house
with a modest estate

and live a normal life.

Is that what you want?

I want everything
to stop being such a struggle.

Will the staff stay?
Will the farms pay?

What are we going to do
about the roof?

When I was putting up
the chairs in the rain,

I kept thinking,
"What am I doing?"

I'll tell you
what you're doing, milady.

You're making a center
for the people who work here.

For this village.

For the county.

Downton Abbey is the heart
of this community,

and you're keeping it beating.

So you think
we should battle on?

- While there's blood
in your veins. -Hmm.

Ah, Miss Smith.

Is she settled for the night?

She's more rattled than settled.

And I was right.

There was an argument.
It was about me.

I hear from Lord Grantham
she's planning

to alter your life
for the better.

He says Old Lady Grantham
was up in arms.

I can imagine.

Are you entitled
to your good luck?

Do you know why she's doing it?

I do.

And I think it's fair.

Go forward in health,
and use your luck wisely.

I have such a feeling
that you can understand

what's going on inside my head
when no one else does

or ever could.

I'll miss our talks.

Would you like to write to me?

I could always provide
a shoulder.

May I?

Really?

I should be pleased
and flattered if you would.

And now I think it's time
to say good night, Mr. Branson.

Good night, Miss Smith.

Here's to the triumph of Downton

and my beautiful wife.

Oh, here's to all of you
who brought it off.

Here's to Mr. Carson
for swallowing his principles.

Well, I shan't
sleep a wink tonight.

And here's to Her Majesty

for taking pity on Mr. Molesley.

For a moment there, I thought
I was headed for the Tower.

You're not coming round to 'em,
are you?

Uh, it was decent of her, Daisy,

when she could have let it
spoil things.

Not everyone's like Robespierre.

Let's hear it
for the king and queen.

The king and queen.

I've got to tell you
something, Daisy.

It was me that broke the pump.

I don't know what I was doing.

I was just in a jealous rage.

- Why? -It was that plumber
you made eyes at.

I just saw red.

And then when I realized
I'd brought him

back to the house,
I went nearly mad.

I did not make eyes.

I liked him, but there was
nothing more to it.

Well, I feel a fool now.

You tried to wreck the visit
of the King of England.

You risked being sacked,

you risked ruin...

just for the love of me?

I just...
my feelings took over.

That's all I can say.

Can you forgive me?

Forgive you?

Oh, Andy, I'd have done it
myself if I'd had the nerve.

Don't you see what it means?

We're alike, you and I.

Full of passion
for what matters.

I thought
you were easily satisfied,

but I see now you're not.

So we can fight our way
to a better world together.

I'm not sure I've shown

enough gratitude
for what you did.

We have to stick
together, men like us.

That's the point.

I don't know any men like I am.

I've never just talked
to someone like me.

Well, we're talking now.

And it feels good.

Just to be two blokes,
having a chat,

not trying to fit in for once.

Well, we all have to do
what we must to get by.

But yeah. Feels good
to be two ordinary blokes.

Will they ever see it our way?

I don't know.

50 years ago, who'd have
thought man could fly?

Mrs. Bates?

Well, here's the dress.

We can try it before you leave.

No need. It'll fit.

Those are the things you wanted.

Why do you do it, Miss Lawton?

Doesn't it ever worry you

that on each table
in this house,

there's an ornament
that you couldn't buy

with a year's wages?

And what's your answer?

Because everyone
can't have them,

- no one should have them?
- No.

My answer is,
"Why can't I have them?

Or some of them."

Don't worry,
they won't miss what I take.

I doubt there's more
than one in 100

would even notice they're gone.

But they're not yours,
Miss Lawton.

And they never will be.

I'd give it up if I were you.

What if people were to think
Her Majesty was light-fingered

if things go missing
from every house she stays in?

Keep your advice for someone
who's interested, Mrs. Bates.

Those doors play up
something dreadful.

They jam and stick
for no reason.

It's happened to everyone.

Why didn't any of you look
for me?

I thought I'd seen you go out,
Mr. Wilson.

I'm afraid I was mistaken.

Just as you were mistaken
in not waking Monsieur Courbet.

- We thought he'd
gone out and all. -Oh.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

Uh, a little more marmalade,
if you please.

The footmen have
telephoned this morning.

It seems it was a hoax
that took them up to London.

- But who would do that?
- Who, indeed?

We can investigate
when we get to Harewood.

I should be careful,
Monsieur Courbet,

unless you enjoy ridicule.

- What? -I'd say
the dinner was a success.

They sent down
their compliments,

so I think it must have been.

Well, then,
why call attention to it?

Would you show to advantage
in this story, do you think?

But what do we say
if we're asked?

There was a confusion in London.

Monsieur Courbet was ill.

If I were you,
I wouldn't mention it.

Not unless they bring it up.

Quite right.

There you are.

I've been looking everywhere.

What's the matter, darling?

Is it something I can help with?

Judging by last night,
I doubt it.

I just want to own my own life.

I want to say things that
I think and do what I like.

- Don't you now?
- No.

I spend my time entertaining
people who bore me to death

because they're entitled
to sit at our table.

I attend committees
that I haven't chosen

because they've chosen me.

I used to have a job
that I loved, but not anymore.

And now my husband won't
be there when I have a baby.

The woman in the lodge

is entitled to that,
but I'm not.

Early warning.

Their Majesties
are getting ready to leave.

Very good, milord.

Darling, what's the matter?

Nothing you can help with.

Can't I try?

Oh, uh, we should go up.

Their Majesties
are on their way.

Oh, right.

Come on.

Up we go.

So, you're off to London?

They'll drop me at the station.

Well, I hope
we can keep in touch.

I feel I've finally
found a friend.

Is that what you found,
Mr. Barrow?

A friend?

- Their Majesties are going.
- Thanks.

I want you to have this.

It's not much,
but I've had it for years.

It'll remind you of me.

That's the point, isn't it?

So you can think of me
till we meet again?

Thank you.

Mr. Ellis,

you must come!

I hope you enjoy your time
at Harewood, sir.

Yes. I hope so, too.

It isn't really goodbye

when we'll see you all
this evening.

We're looking forward
to the ball.

Harewood
is such a wonderful house.

Well, let's mount up, shall we?

- We'll see you later, Grantham.
- Your Majesty.

Well done, everyone.
Shall we head back in?

Mary, what are you
wearing to the ball?

Oh, I don't know.

Carson, what happened to
the royal servants last night?

Hard to say, milord.

They sort of gave up the ghost.

Well, you managed splendidly.

Although I could have done
without Molesley's aria.

But please thank the staff
for saving the day.

Oh, uh, Mrs. Bates?

- Excuse me.
- Can I ask you something?

What did you give
Monsieur Courbet?

A double dose
of a sleeping draught

from Mr. Bakewell's...
in his tea.

I'm afraid I made rather a fool
of myself last night.

You could never be a fool to me.

Do you mean that, really?

I do.

And I think you know how much.

You're right, Mrs. Patmore.

It's time I started
to plan my wedding.

Well, I don't know
what took you so long.

I wasn't sure before,
but I am now.

Well, that's good to hear.

I'm happy, Mrs. Patmore.

I don't often say that,
but I am.

Are you very shocked by it all?

I should be. Interfering
with the palace staff

on a royal visit...
And me part of it, to boot.

I don't know what came over me.

But?

They had it coming to them,
Elsie.

Let's face it,
they had it coming in spades.

Hello.

What's this?

Welcome back, Mr. Talbot.

Hello, Carson. Mrs. Hughes.

Do you know where
I'll find Lady Mary?

After everything that's gone on,

I should think
she'll be lying down, sir.

They all will be.

Sounds ominous.

That's nice that he's back
in time for the ball.

And thank the Lord
we don't have to organize it.

Oh, darling, you don't know
what we've lived though.

I'm sorry I couldn't
get here sooner.

It was the first ship after
the last meeting, I promise.

Oh, never mind.
You're here now.

And I don't have to go
to the ball alone

like a sad little wallflower.

Well, I'll only come
if you promise

- to dance with me nonstop.
- Oh, it's a deal.

- Good evening.
- Your Majesty.

I suppose Maud has brought

that scheming little minx
with her.

If you continue in this vein,

you will only make yourself
look stupid.

- What-what do you mean?
- What I say.

Are you keeping something
from me?

Come with me.

What?

Why aren't you happy?

I thought you'd be delirious.

Well, we are happy,
if you mean it. Very.

But how will you manage Henry?

By altering the way
we manage each other.

And it may not be easy,

but I've decided
that I'm staying with him.

I just don't understand
what changed your mind.

It was something
Mr. Branson said

about deciding what matters.

For me, the Crown matters more
than any of us.

I can make it work.

Branson? The Irish republican?

Oh, you're well-informed.

I'm better informed
than you know.

So, he persuaded you to do this?

Oh, we were talking
after the parade.

Oh, there he is.

Ah.

Say something nice. Please.

I have to say, it's
been very quiet without you.

Mr. Branson.

I wish we had spoken more
while we were at Downton Abbey.

- Do you, sir?
- Certainly.

I believe I have more than one
reason to be grateful to you.

More than one.

What was that all about?

I'll tell you when we're alone.

Why more than one?

Who is she?

That's Princess Mary.

She was at Downton
for the parade yesterday.

Didn't you see her?

Not at the parade.

But I saw her afterwards
at the tea.

So, you see,
she has Brompton blood,

albeit from an unusual angle.

Why did you not say this
long ago?

It seemed too great a leap
for you.

Well, who do you think I am?

Some maiden aunt
who's never left the village?

Obviously not.

Well, don't think I approve,
because I don't.

But at least I understand.

Does Miss Smith know the truth?

Yes, she does.

When I get home,
I will hire another maid,

and Lucy can be my companion.

Well, that's much more suitable.

And I'm afraid
you'll dislike it,

but she says
that she and Tom Branson

have agreed to correspond.

Dislike it?

I will lick the stamps myself.

You are amazing, Violet.

You haven't won, you know.

I don't believe in defeat.

But we can hammer this out

when you come back to stay,
you and Lucy,

when you've finished
your tour of duty.

You mean I am once more
a member of this family?

She's right, you know.
Brompton is gone.

And you must all learn
to live with it.

I think we can get it back.

For Tom, at least.

That's why we need the girl
back here.

Oh, Violet.

After all these years,
you still astonish me.

Oh, good.
I'm glad I'm a revelation

and not a disappointment.

- It's very important.
- Quite right.

- Oh, there they are now. Do ask.
- Ah, yes.

There you are, Hexham.

I'm sad you can't be part
of the prince's tour,

but we'll find something else
for you to do.

- What?
- Sir, I-I didn't, um...

I understood why not, uh,

as soon as Her Majesty
had explained it to me.

Congratulations to you both.

- You're looking very sunny
tonight. -

I'm happy.
Why? Does it bother you?

No. But tell me,
what are you playing at

- with Tom and Cousin Maud's
famous maid? -What do you mean?

I heard you
at dinner last night.

What are you up to?

You know she'll inherit
the Brompton estate.

- Well, so Mama told me.
- Well, then,

wouldn't you like Tom
to have a proper establishment?

Oh, you devious cat.

Will they be happy?
Do you think they will?

Oh, I just want a word
with Granny.

How long were you
planning to wait

before you told us why
you really went up to London

on Wednesday?

Since you ask,
I haven't decided.

So, if I tell you now,

will you promise
to keep it to yourself?

I promise.

Very well. I...

I had some medical tests
a few weeks ago,

and I went up to London
to hear the results.

- Yes?
- And, uh,

I may not have long to live.

It won't be too quick.

But, of course,

you can never get
a London doctor to be precise.

- Oh, Granny.
- No.

No, no.

My dear, save your tears
for something sad.

Th-There's nothing sad here.

I have lived a privileged
and an interesting life,

and now it's...

it's time to go.

I'm leaving the family

and the place that I treasure

in talented hands.

- Well, I know Papa will be...
- Oh, no, no.

No, I don't mean your father.

I... No, I-I love him dearly.

No, I... I mean you.

You are the future of Downton.

But I have such doubts, Granny.

Are we right
to keep it all going

when the world it was built for

is fading
with every day that passes?

Will George and Caroline
still be living that life?

- Are we living it now?
- No, no.

Our ancestors
lived different lives from us,

and our descendants
will live differently again,

but Downton Abbey
will be part of them.

Won't be the same without you.

Of course it will.

You'll take over
from where I left off.

You'll be
the frightening old lady

keeping everyone up to the mark.

Thank you very much.

You will, my darling.

And you'll do it wonderfully.

You're the best of me
that will live on.

Hurrah.

Oh, Granny, I love you so much.

No, shh.

But should you be here tonight?

Won't you be worn out?

Oh, Mary, I can't spend
the rest of my life

in a shower of
"How are you feeling?"

and "Are you quite well?"
Oh, no.

The point is...
I'll be fine until I'm not.

That's all there is to it.

Ah, there you are.

- The dancing's starting.
- Ah.

You mustn't miss it.

No. Thank you.

Thank you.

You know, you'll always be
with us, Granny.

Staring from every picture,

talking from every book,
as long as the house stands.

Sounds very exhausting.

Do you know, I think...

I should prefer
to rest in peace.

Come on.

Darling.

What is it you want?

We have things in common.

The boys, horses, racing.

And there must be more
if we look for it.

I want us to be friends.

Well, we'll have to see.

No, dear.

We'll have to change.

Both of us.

How did that happen?

Was it you, Mama?

How did you do it?

Simple.

Bertie asked the king.

I asked the queen.

I do love our adventures.

But isn't it fun
when they're over?

What are you doing here?

I wanted to see the dancing,
so I thought I'd pretend

I was bringing Lady Bagshaw
a handkerchief.

I can give it to her,
if you'd like.

I wish you could dance with me.

I've got a question for you.

Hmm?

You'd never want
to leave Downton

and start up somewhere else,
would you?

And tell me truthfully.

What brought this on?

Just tell me.

Leave Downton?

I think we're stuck with it,
aren't we?

Yes.

Yes, I believe we are.

We shouldn't come out this way.

Oh, they won't mind.

Not this once.

Well, they've gone,
and Downton is still standing.

Elsie, a hundred years from now,

Downton will still be standing.

And the Crawleys
will still be here.

And that is a promise.

We'll see, Charlie.

We'll see.