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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, hola.

Looks like we've got some new blood here.

Hola.

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? - 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.

Bien.

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.

- Que esta pasando? - 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.

Gracias.

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.

Muy bien. 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 durante muchos a�os.

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.

Por supuesto, 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...

Me temo que 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.

Gracias.

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.

Me temo que 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.

Si.

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, Srta. 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?

En serio?

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, Sr. 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.

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

They sent down their compliments,

so I think it must have been.

Bueno, entonces, 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.

Vamos.

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?

Gracias.

Sr. 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?

- Disculpeme. - Puedo preguntarte algo?

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.

Hola.

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 con ella.

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.

Que?

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.

Sr. 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?

Quien es ella?

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 para ti.

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.