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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.