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[THEME MUSIC]

[LAUGHING]

Are you taking it out?
No.

Look at this.

A man in misery.

Who's in misery?

-The king, according to Robert.
-Why?

He has to deal with
a labour government.

Why do you think?

He doesn't look
miserable to me.

He just looks like himself.

What is your main
objection to Mr. McDonald?

That the prime minister
is the son of a crofter?

I couldn't care less if he
was the son of Fu Manchu.

What worries me is that
our government is committed

to the destruction of people
like us and everything

we stand for.

I think we should wait and see
what happens before we panic.

Where's Edith?

She had some old lady
to see in the village.

What about you?

Is everything settled
at the school?

What's this?

They were swearing in
Mr. Adams' replacement

on the school board.
It all went off very smoothly.

I thought they
might have asked me.

I feel a bit guilty
about the school.

I ought to support it more.

I'm giving away the
prizes this year.

Come with me.

Barrow, can we clear the tea?

I'm afraid Lady
Edith's missed it,

and Annie will be
down in a minute.

I'd better run.

Oh, stay and see them.

Just as soon as they
are able to answer back.

-Sybbie can answer back.
-True.

Why does she call me Donk?

It's that game you played.

Pinning the tail on the donkey.

Can't I be grandpapa
or something

a little more dignified?

I'm afraid it's
Donk for the moment.

I don't want
George to catch it.

Here they are.

Here's your grandfather now.

Bye bye, darlings.
-Goodbye, Donk.

George, come and
sit here, darling.

Oh, yes.

Put it down.
I'll see to it.

Oh, don't be like that.

Edith can manage.

Why should she
any more than me?

We've no proper
kitchen maid anymore,

so we must all muck in.

What's the matter?

Daisy's grumbling because
they didn't replace Ivy.

At Skelton Park, they're down
to a butler, a cook, two maids,

and a cleaning woman who
comes in from the village,

and that's the lot.

How on earth does it work?

I couldn't tell you.

Why have they left?

The people that
used to work there.

They'd prefer to be
in factories or shops.

They like the hours better.

I'll forget my head next.

I came in to remind you
it's their 34th wedding

anniversary on Saturday week.

So if you want to do a cake,
this is an advance warning.

I suppose there'll be
a dinner of some sort?

-Oh, I don't know.
-34 years.

If I were to marry
this year, what

would life be like in 1958?

I doubt I'll be troubled by it.

Do you think we
will leave service?

Well, you'll be fine,
whatever happens.

You've got Mr.
Mason's farm to go to.

What to about me?

But could I?

What do I know about
farming, or ordering

supplies, or doing accounts?

Suppose I can't
tackle a new life.

If it's all right
with you, I have

to tackle tonight's dinner.

Now start the salmon patties
while I do a lemon mayonnaise.

We had good news today.

Tim was asked to be chief
of the estate firemen.

Oh, how nice.

Many congratulations.

Can I give you some more tea?

No, thank you.

How about you, Marigold?

Are you quite finished?

I just love to see her gurgling
away, so peaceful and happy.

We've almost forgotten
she's not one of our own,

haven't we, Tim?

She's just lovely.

How pretty your
hair is, darling.

I sometimes wonder where
she got her colouring,

but I never knew her parents.
-No?

No.

Her mother was an old
friend of Tim's, but I

never met either of them.

Oh, is that the time?

We mustn't hold you up.

Good girl.

Good girl.

I should probably go.

Got your teddy.

Now say goodbye.

Goodbye.

Thank you for-- thank you.

She's got a soft spot for you.

Don't be daft.

I do love this evening light.

I must tell Lord Merton.

Tease me if you will,
but rest assured,

I don't want to be pursued
by him or Lord anyone.

That's a pity,
when he's asked me

to help him in his courtship.

What?

He doesn't want to pester
you, so he's asked if I could

give another luncheon party.

Oh dear.

Now, why the lamentation?

You didn't have to see
him if you don't want to.

You make it sound so easy.

There's nothing simpler than
avoiding people you don't like.

Avoiding one's friends--
that's the real test.

But I do like him.

I think he's very nice.

It's just he wants something
from me that I cannot give.

He just wants
what all men want.

Don't be ridiculous.

I was referring
to companionship.

As I hope you were.

I didn't mean to disturb you.

I'm sorry.

It's a letter from
Lady Anstruther again.

Blimey, she doesn't
give up easily.

You know me.

Irresistible my middle name.

Well, was she like this when
you were working for her?

Not as bad.

She had to be more discreet
with the other servants.

I think you'd better
go up to London

and put her out of her misery.

Don't tempt me.

Because I know this-- if
I weaken, I'll pay for it.

This sounds very like the kind
of boys talk I do not allow.

If you can both
tear yourselves away

from your smutty deliberations,
I need you both upstairs.

Where is she?

I don't know.
It's just ridiculous.

I hope I'm not late.

No, Carson hasn't come in yet.

That reminds me,
we're to receive

a village delegation tomorrow.

I ran into the postmistress.

She asked if they
might pay us a visit.

Mrs. Wigan?

What was it that reminded you?

She asked for
Carson to be present.

Why?
What's it about?

They want to erect some
kind of memorial to the war.

What?

Well, not to the
war, but to the men.

The local men who died in it.

They're putting them up
all over the country.

I suppose they want
me as chairman.

-Who was it?
-Tony Gillingham.

He has some business up
here, and you told him

he could stay if he needed to.

-When does he want to come?
-That's the problem.

The 16th.

And?

It's our anniversary.

Oh, that doesn't matter.

Ring him back and say yes.

We don't have to.

-No, I'd like to see him.
-Right.

That's dinner, everyone.

You don't mind
Tony coming, do you?

Not if it's what you want.

I'll tell you what I want.

I want to inspire
Tony Gillingham

with thoughts of marriage.

So does that mean
Lord Gillingham wins

and Mr. Blake can go whistle?

I'm glad for them.

Viscountess Gillingham.

Sounds quite smart.

I think they'll be happy.

And it'll be good
for Master George.

It's a big thing,
to take on the task

of raising another man's son.

There's nothing to
worry about there.

His Lordship's a kind man.

I wish you'd tell me what
you know about those two.

I don't know anything.

Well, what you suspect, then.

Don't be naive,
because I've seen you.

You can't keep your
eyes off them when

you think no one's looking.

Can I join in?

Do you have to?

How was it in York?

Did you find what
you were looking for?

I did.

It took a bit of a search,
but, uh, I think I'm suited.

what's that, then?

Oh, just something.

There's a group arriving from
the village tomorrow morning.

Can you get one of the
footmen to bring coffee

and something to eat at 11:00?

Oh, come and find
me when you want it.

I can't.
I'm in the meeting myself.

That' why I'm telling you now.
-What's it for?

I don't know.

But his Lordship
asked me to be there.

Well, I think it's fantastic.

When did we last have
a prime minister who

understood the working class?
Never.

That's when.

It's a qualification that
is meaningless in terms

of government.

I'm not sure I can
agree with you there.

I think it's important.

Me too.

Mr. McDonald will have real
experience of a hard life.

He knows what most
people go through.

Up the workers.

So James is a
revolutionary now?

He's not a revolutionary.

He believes in justice
for the majority.

What's wrong with that?
-Nothing.

But I suppose he can
fight his own battles.

We'll have no fighting
here, thank you very much.

You wouldn't mind hitting the
war memorial appeal, would you?

I feel a bit embarrassed.

I wasn't wounded.

I wasn't even allowed to fight.

They should ask a
man like General

McKee or Johnny Raymond.

Someone who did their bit.

You're their
traditional leader,

and they like you
to pray with them,

in mourning and in gratitude.

But I should be praying in
the background, not the front.

That's all.

Please don't think
us too forward.

You have no need to worry.

I'm happy to play my part.

But we don't know
yet where we want

the memorial to be, my lord.

So?

Well, if you're to
give us a piece of land,

you'd better know where
it is before you agree.

I'm sure I will agree.

But is that why you're here?

To ask for a piece of land
as the site for this thing?

That's why we're here
to see you, my lord.

But we'd also like to offer
the position of chairman

of our committee to--

I'll take over now.

You were saying?

We'd like Mr. Carson to be
chairman of our committee.

-But surely his lordship--
-No, Carson.

They don't want me.
They want you.

I wouldn't put it
like that, my lord.

But Mr. Carson knew
more of the young man

that died than you did.

Yes, I suppose you're right.

Well, he knew them better.

That's it.

And he's a considerable
figure in the village.

Tea, please.

Carson, what do you say?

I am honoured by
the invitation, but I

shall have to think about it.

Of course you will, but
please don't take too long.

Can you put my milk in
first, if that's for me?

Did that come in
the second post?

It did.

From Lady Anstruther.

Not again.

What's stoked her up?

It's my own stupid
fault. I shouldn't

have sent her that valentine.

Yes, but was--

And I sent her
another this year.

But how did she know
they were from you?

Because I bloody
signed them, didn't I?

Oh.

I don't know what
I was thinking.

It was supposed to be a
joke, but-- well, now it's

got out of hand.

Don't worry.

One day I'll be a good
boy and settle down.

We all settle down one day.

We don't all have the option.

Heavens, I wasn't
expecting you.

I've been to see
Smithers at Oakfield Farm.

I just thought I'd
look in on my way home.

I'm glad you did.

I had a delegation
from the village

this morning about the new war
memorial they're putting up.

Oh, they want you to head it?

No, they've invited
Carson to be the chairman.

Why not you?

The village wanted Carson.

Your father always told the
village what they wanted.

Is it true old Dicky Merton's
paying court to Isobel?

-Isn't it absurd?
-Oh, I don't know.

Might be rather fun for
her to reinvent herself

as a great lady of
the county and put

us all in our proper place.

Yes, I suppose it will be fun.

But you don't think she's keen.

Oh, no, far from it.

She never tyres of telling me.

Daisy, this came
for you in the post.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

Oh, what is it?

Something I ordered.

Oh.

May we know what, oh queen?

Something I need.

Why must it be a secret?

Well, it would be a bit sad if
she had no secrets at her age.

Have you made your
decision about the memorial?

Oh, not yet.

I'm not comfortable being
placed ahead of his lordship.

You should've seen
his face, Mrs. Hughes.

He felt very let down.

It's for the committee
to make the choice,

and they've chosen you.

And the country has chosen the
labour government, so people

don't always get it right.

What are you afraid of?

I feel a shaking of the ground
I stand on-- that everything I

believe in will be tested
and held up for ridicule

over the next few years.

Mr. Carson, they've
been testing the system

since the Romans left.

I suppose that's true.

The nature of life is
not permanence, but flux.

Just so.

Even if it does sound
faintly disgusting.

There you are, milady.

Madge said you were going out.

We were giving a turn
out to the blue room,

and this had been put on the
shelf with the other books.

What is it?

A German primer, but the
point is, it's not ours.

Mr. Gregson's written
his name in the flyleaf.

I see.

I nearly gave it
to our ladyship,

but it seemed more suitable--

No, I'm the one
who should have it.

Can you please put it on
the table beside my bed?

Of course.

Thank you.

Good afternoon, Mrs. Hughes.

Good afternoon.

It's good of you
to come with us.

I must have something to do.

-Where's your mother?
-In the library.

I'm not sure Tom's visiting
the school is such a good idea.

He made a friend there of
one of the schoolmistresses

when we were in London
for Rose's season.

What's wrong with that?

I don't intend
to explain, but I

was rather disappointed in him.

I would have hoped for better.

You're being very mysterious.

Can't I know the details?

-You really don't need to.
-Her you are.

How were they?

As dull as ever.

They sent love.

what was the meeting like?

Have you accepted?

It wasn't me they came to see.

At least, they want me to give
them some land for the thing,

but they asked Carson
to be the chairman.

Carson?

Well, how nice.

I'm going upstairs
to take off my hat.

Well, she's pleased, anyway.

Congratulations.
[APPLAUSE]

I'm sure you will want me to
thank Lady Rose for consenting

to present the prizes today.

We're always glad of
interest from the Abbey.

And finally, thank
you all for coming.

It is most appreciated.

[APPLAUSE]

I'm glad Peter won a
prize for geography.

Well done, him.

He didn't get that
from his father.

Is Mrs. Drew with you?

No, she's at home looking
after the young ones.

We ought to talk, but not here.

Tomorrow, at 11:00.

By the stone barn.

You've been away.

I've been on a course.

I nearly wrote to tell
you, but then I thought

it might be presumptuous.

Well, I'm pleased
to see you back.

That's a relief.

I thought I must have earned
a black mark making you take

me up to the house that night.

-Hello, Miss Bunting.
-Lady Rose.

Well done.

Oh, it's not exactly
difficult giving out prizes.

I always think I get
thanked too much.

But that's the custom, isn't it?

We ought to be
heading off if we're

to be back before the gong.

The rule of the gong.

Sounds like life in
a religious order.

[LAUGHING]

Goodbye.

I'll see you again.

I hope so.

Spratt?

Offer Dr. Clarkson some cake.
Then you may go.

Thank you.

I'm afraid serving me is
a bit beneath his dignity.

Even Spratt cannot
always live for pleasure.

Tell me, how well do
you know Lord Merton?

I don't, really.

Oh.

Because I thought you might
be amused by how friendly

he and Mrs. Crawley have become.

What Mrs. Crawley chooses
to do with her private life

is her own affair.

Oh dear.

I've annoyed you.

No no no, I'm--
I'm not annoyed.

Although I am
surprised to learn that

she entertains notions
of passing her time

at drawing room
receptions and taking

carriage rides in the park.

No one takes carriage
rides in the park anymore.

That's quite gone.

I wouldn't know.

You ought to meet
Lord Merton properly.

Come to luncheon on Saturday.

Mrs. Crawley will be
here, and so will he.

Well, that's quite an
honour, Lady Grantham.

Are you sure?

Oh, it'll be fun.

I'm hoping to persuade
dear Lady Shackleton

to be one of our number.

Mama's gone to bed.

She wanted an early night.

I might go up, too.

Come and sit here for a minute.

It doesn't really bother you
they want Carson, does it?

They'd be lucky to get him.

Even so, it makes you think.

Would a delegation have
arrived from the village

in my grandfather's day to ask
his butler to head an appeal?

We're not living in
your grandfather's day.

No, we're not.

So they don't want
me at the school,

and they don't want
me for the memorial.

Well, I want you.

I think you, Tom, and I
make a pretty good team.

By the way, I've been
looking into crop

rotation and grain sales.

And not every father hears
that from his daughter.

Mr. Bar--

I'm tired of
waiting, Miss Baxter.

I'm tired of being bullied.

I got you this job, and you
knew what I wanted in return.

So don't complain about it now.

Thank you, Madge.
Goodnight.

Did you know Dickie Merton
was in hot pursuit of Isobel?

Mama says she's desperate
to throw him off.

I wonder.

What do you mean?

I don't believe your mother
would enjoy the transformation

of Isobel into Lady Merton,
compete with a living

husband, a proper house, and a
solid position in the county.

That would not suit mama at all.

Don't be ridiculous.

She'd be thrilled if
that was Isobel wanted.

Daisy, whatever are you
doing up at this hour?

I thought you'd gone
to bed long ago.

I just wanted to look at these.

What is it?

You can tell me.

Arithmetic Part 1,
Cost Accounting.

What is this?

I was rubbish at
numbers at school.

Well, all the best people were
rubbish at numbers at school.

I don't know anything.

You talk about my working at
Mr. Mason's farm, but how?

I couldn't balance the books
if my life depended on it.

Why do you need to?

Because I want to be
grown up, Mrs. Patmore.

I want responsibility.

I want to be an adult. I can't
just stand here following

orders for the rest of my life.
-No.

Well, I do see that.

The trouble is, I'm too stupid
to make out one solitary word.

You're not stupid, Daisy.

Far from it.

Then why can't I
understand what's written?

Why can't I follow it?

Because--

Because I'm a pig
ignorant idiot.

Goodnight, Mrs. Patmore.

[KNOCKING]

Is this your secret lair?

It's not very secret,
but this is where I work.

Oh, where you can hide
away from the rest of us?

Why do you never ask that
Miss Bunting up to the house?

Maybe I will.

One day.

You live there too, you know.

I'm not sure where I live.

I feel sometimes I'm
hanging in midair.

Wait.

You mustn't think that we don't
want you to have your own life.

I don't think that of
Mary or Edith or you,

but it would be hard for
Lord and Lady Grantham.

Well, they'd have
to get used to it.

Easier said than done.

I'd better get on.

So I have your
permission to accept?

You don't need my permission.

It has nothing to
do with your work.

No, but I wouldn't
want to think

it was disagreeable for you.

We'd be delighted, Carson.

You'll be able to steer
it through the perils

of village politics.

But traditionally, I feel it
should've been you, my lord.

Maybe this will
be a new tradition.

I know you hate
not to be wanted,

but you're on so
many committees.

What do you mean, I
hate not being wanted?

You think I'm taking too much
of an interest in Marigold.

It's Margie.

She thinks I'm there too often.

Because you've
got a crush on me.

Well, that's better
than the real reason.

The real reason is a good
reason to love a child, milady.

Mothers should love
their children.

How long have you known?

Since you asked
me to take her in.

But you're quite safe.

It's not my place to judge
you, and I wouldn't anyway.

But I should
control my feelings.

I could say yes, but I
don't believe it's realistic.

I don't believe you could.

Then what are you saying?

We need a way for
you to live the truth

without telling the truth.

The die is cast.

I've accepted.

His lordship told me to take it.

There you are, then.

But he was sad.

Not with me, but maybe
because things are changing.

Well they are, whether we
are sad about it or not.

I hope you're right
about Lord Gillingham.

What would I have felt if I'd
inherited a family with you?

You'd have loved them, I hope.

I would, but I can't deny
I'd prefer one of my own.

You'd feel the same.

Well, they do say
a mother's love

is the strongest love there is,
but that's all in God's hands.

There's nothing we can do.

I can think of one thing.

Mr. Bates.

That sort of talk
is beneath you.

I stand corrected.

I'll have it out of you.

Fancy a breath of
air before the gong?

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

What's the matter with you?

You've not said a
word all afternoon.

I went to the
village and telephoned

her to reason with her, and
I think it were a mistake.

It's never going
to put her off.

Exactly.

The trouble is, she
hates getting older.

And if you ask me, that's
at the bottom of it.

Still, it's pathetic for a lady
to be pining over a footman.

Excuse me.

I think it shows
very good taste.

My dear Lady
Shackleton, how kind.

And you're on your
way somewhere.

I am, and I can't stay.

I'm dining with Philip, and
his wife sulks all night

if you're a minute late.

You should write a book.

Daughters in Law and
How to Survive Them.

I like yours.

Yes, Cora does very
well, even if one cannot

always rely on her instincts.

I'd exchange her
for mine in a trice.

Tell me, how well do
you know Lord Merton?

Oh, you know, we've seen each
other at parties for 40 years.

I worry that he's
finding things

difficult since his wife died.

You're a widow.

You know what he's
going through.

I suppose so, but I never
saw them as very devoted.

I should have thought he
was glad to be rid of her.

I would be.

Then his sons are
quite difficult.

I know what that's like.

Could you come to
luncheon on Saturday?

Help me cheer him up?

Oh, I'd love to.

Of course, a single
peer with a good estate

won't be lonely long if
he doesn't want to be.

You sound like Mrs. Bennett.

[LAUGHING]

But what's he on about?

Thinks I know something
about Mr. Bates.

And do you?

Maybe.

Mr. Bates may have
done something

he wouldn't want known.
-Something?

What do you mean, a crime?

I'm not sure.

I know he took a journey,
which I think he'd deny.

Look, I don't want
to know any more.

But a pound to a
penny Mr. Barrow

thinks he can use it
against Mr. Bates.

Report him to her ladyship.

She'll soon put a stop to it.
-I can't.

It's complicated, but I can't.

What is it?

What's what?

You're doing something
funny with your head.

You're tilting it.

I'm not, am I?

How do you think I look?

Why?

Have you got a rash?

I've not got a rash.

It's all right, then.

What I meant was, how
old would you say I am?

I don't know.

Maybe 52?

-Oh.
-Why?

How old are you?

I'm 51.

I've just had the
strangest telephone call.

Oh?

Do you remember
Lady Anstruther?

You mean Jock
Anstruther's widow?

That's it.

Her sister is Lady
Renton, and her brother

is Harry Mountevans.

I do remember her.

Good looking and half Jock's
age, and rather silly.

Well, silly or not,
she's just rung up

and asked herself for tea.
-Oh.

Do people think we're a public
house on the Great North Road?

It certainly seems like it.

She says she's driving
right through the village

on Saturday, and would
love to stop and see us.

What did you say?

Well, it's only tea.

Are we doing anything
special for your anniversary?

What had you in mind?

Well, now that Tony's
staying, I thought

we could invite some people.

Make an evening of it.

Well, you girls
ask some friends.

I'd like a young party
for once, instead

of all those old duffers.

Mary, I've got an idea.

I think it's sharp
of Daisy to want

to learn to manage figures.

I'm afraid I agree
with Mrs. Patmore.

Why does she need to?

She's a cook.

Cooks have to
balance their budget.

She can learn enough
of that without being

expert in algebra.

She may not always be a cook.

Possibly not, but she
won't be Archimedes either.

I'm sorry, but I don't think
we should encourage it.

I'm going up.

I want to read a bit before
I turn out the night.

Oh, well done with
your studies, Daisy.

It's good to have more than
one string to your bow.

It's even better if you don't
have the brain of a kipper.

Goodnight.
-See?

What did I tell you?

She's lost her
confidence because of it.

And no mathematical
skill is worth that.

Why must Lady Anstruther
choose Saturday of all days?

Do you think we ought to
invite her to the dinner?

Isn't she staying
somewhere else?

Tell me tomorrow who's
coming of your pals.

Keep the numbers even.

Well, Rose wants to
invite a friend of tom's.

He must feel so outnumbered.

-Not that brother, I hope.
-Someone local.

Rose's met her.

So have I. She's
quite respectable.

I think it would be nice.

You must be looking forward
to seeing Lord Gillingham.

I only saw him in London
last week, so I can

remember what he looks like.

But I expect it's difficult
to get time alone in London.

Less difficult than when
I was a girl, but yes.

It'll be good to see him here.

I haven't made up my mind, if
that's what you're thinking.

I wasn't thinking anything.

But I suppose you'll
have to sometime.

The older I get,
the more I feel

we do these things very oddly.

Even now, we must decide whether
to share our lives with someone

without ever spending any real
time with them, let alone,

you know.

Of course, these
days, some women do.

I was talking to Lady
Cunard's daughter last week,

and she was so graphic
I almost fainted.

But then, what could
be more important,

to make sure that side of
things is right before we tie

ourselves to someone forever?

I'm afraid I'm too
old-fashioned for you, milady.

I need hardly say you're not
to repeat a word to Bates.

Of course not, milady.

[BELL RINGING]

What do you make of this?

Blimey, what does that mean?

As you know, Lord
Gillingham arrives today,

but there's been no
mention of a valet.

There was enough mention
of the last one, Lord knows.

Promised to Green.
What a terrible end.

Let's not rake over that now.

As I say, his lordship may
have a valet, but these days,

we can't be sure, so, ah--

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Not you.

Mr. Bates, would you keep
an eye on him if necessary?

Certainly, Mr. Carson.

Mr. Molesley, have you--

Have I what, Mr. Carson?

Er, never mind.

Arms down.
Relax.

I'm sorry.

They've only just told
me you were waiting.

Oh, I've not been here long.

I wanted to see you
after I read your letter.

It wasn't meant
to be confusing.

No.
But why won't you come?

Because I don't want to be
part of some sort of a prank.

What prank?

I may not have been
presented at court, Lady Rose,

but I do know it's
usual to be invited

to dinner by the hostess.

And shouldn't Mr. Bronson
have played a part in it?

Lady Grantham asked us
to invite some younger

guests to liven up the evening.

So Mary and I thought it'd
be nice for Tom to have

a friend there, that's all.

I'm right, then.

He doesn't know.
-No.

It would be a surprise for
him, but a nice surprise.

And Lady Grantham
is aware of this?

Completely.

She wants you to come.

I could have manged
Lord Gillingham.

There's no need to burden
Mr. Bates with him.

I think Mr. Carson forgets
that I'm a valet, too.

I know.

It seems a bit ironic for
Mr. Bates to dress him.

Why is it ironic?

I don't know why I said that.

Why did you say
it, Miss Baxter?

It was rubbish nonsense.

Now, if you'll
excuse me, I'm late.

How nice.

I wanted to call on you, but
I didn't like to be a bother.

I've been quite
busy lately helping

with the outpatient clinic.

-Dr. Clarkson.
-Oh.

Lady Grantham.

May I present Dr. Clarkson.

I think you know Lord Merton.

I think we have met, yes.

We were talking
about your clinic.

Oh, well, you mustn't bore him.

As a matter of fact, I'd
be very interested to--

The Lady Shackleton.

Oh, my dear, how
prompt you are.

Your daughter in law
has trained you well.

Now, you remember Lord Merton.

Of course.

How are you?

And how is that lovely
garden of yours?

Oh, still lovely,
largely because I

have the same lovely gardener.

I don't think we've met since
dear Lady Merton's funeral.

I do hope things are
sorting themselves out.

You've gone to
a lot of trouble.

Mm, I like to help where I can.

Oh, Spratt, shall we go in?

Lord Gillingham.

Ah, here he is.

Tony, welcome.

Lovely to see you all.

I'm afraid you've
missed luncheon.

I ate on the train.

A cup of coffee, then.

That would be perfect.

Cousin, I must
congratulate you.

They're building the
memorial in the village,

and Carson is the chairman.

I like the idea of
these things to give

people a solid focus for their
grief and their gratitude.

I agree, my lord.

I hope his lordship's happy
about it-- my being chairman,

I mean.

He is.

Or at any rate, he will be.

How are the famous pigs doing?

Pretty well.

They're earning
their keep and more.

I'm going out this
afternoon to get

some rabbits for Mrs. Patmore.

Come with me.

I'll find you a gun and you
can see what we've been up to.

I'll come too,
although I warn you,

I'm not very good at picking up.

Well, if I'm shooting,
you won't have to.

That I do not believe.

Could you spare me for an hour?

I think everything's
under control.

I just want to run
down to the post office.

Won't be long.

So will you be travelling
north in August for the grouse?

You talk as if my sole
concern is the sporting

year, Mr. Clarkson.

Truth is, these days, I hold a
book more often than a 12-bore.

-You must miss it.
-Not particularly.

Thank you.

As a matter of fact, he's
more interested in medicine

than sport.

I find that hard to believe.

You sound a little prejudiced.

Not at all.

He seems a nice enough example
of the type, I grant you.

But-- but as you say
yourself, we're not members

of that tribe, you and I.

Spratt, I think Dr. Clarkson
would like some coffee.

And don't be such as nob.

I'm determined to get you
over to Sheriff Hutton.

The children are in
the main house now.

I've been banished to
a cottage in the park.

Did you move
before Hubert died?

No.

To be honest, I didn't
want to go at all,

but I got used to it.

Apart from anything else,
I've never been warm before.

So why did you
talk about Mr. Bates

and Lord Gillingham's valet?

What's the connection?

Tell me.

There's no point trying
to find Mr. Molesley.

Because he can't help you now.

If that's how you
want to play it,

I'll give you until upstairs
dinner has finished,

after which I will ask
to speak to her ladyship,

and I will tell her your story.

Do you hear what I'm saying?

I can't tell you
what I don't know.

But you know something.

And I think it links Mr.
Bates to the dead valet.

[CRYING]

I'm impressed by
what I've seen.

Tom's a good
partner, so I'm lucky.

I'm the lucky one.

Tom, what about
your American plans?

Oh, I don't know.
Nothing's fixed yet.

But never fear, Mary's more
than ready to manage without me.

[GUNSHOTS]

That's your round.

So you're not frightened
of being left on your own

to control your papa?

I understand him
better now, and I

think he'd say the same of me.

So he's not fighting
all change, then.

No.
But he likes proper research.

You see, I want to improve
how we sell our grain.

If I make a good case
for it, he'll agree.

How positive you are.

I've decided to
live in the present,

not spend my life regretting
the past or dreading the future.

I shall try to
follow your example.

Do you dread the future?

Only if I have to
live it without you.

Tony, I do love you, you know.

In my cold and unfeeling way.

Then why not say yes?

I don't want to get it wrong.

I'd like to marry again.

I've come that far.

But I intend to be as happy
with my second husband

as I was with my fast.

There's bound to be
a risk on some level.

You have to take a chance.

The stable clock's fast.

We ought to get back.

By the way, Bates will look
after you, if you haven't

brought a man of your own.

That's rather a luxury
for me these days.

I have no valet now.

Our butler takes care of me
at home, but when I travel,

I usually fend for myself.

Do you mind?

Makes things simpler.

I'd love to make
our lives simpler.

It's a nightmare when
guests are a nuisance,

and I feel so guilty.

But I honestly wasn't
sure you were even going

to make it down the drive.

But what happened, exactly?

There was this terrible noise.

A rattle rattle
rattle, bang, bang,

bang , and then the
engine just seemed

to sort of lose its power.

We'll get Tom to
take a look at it.

Oh, how kind.

But I think my chauffeur Weaver
seems to have it in hand.

Could I just use your telephone
and tell my host I won't

be able to get to them tonight?

But what will you do?

Oh, we passed a public
house in the village,

and I asked Weaver to see
if they had any rooms.

You can't possibly
stay at the pub.

Why not?

I'm tougher than I look.

You must stay here.

We've people coming to
dinner, so it'll be easy.

Oh, yes, it's perfect.

Molesley, you look very
Latin all of a sudden.

Do you have Italian blood?

No, my lord.

Not that I'm aware.

Or Spanish?

Or Irish?

James, please tell
Mr. Hughes that Lady

Anstruther will be staying.

If she could prepare
Princess Amelia.

Very good, your ladyship.

Go now.

Tell her everything.

You don't know
what you're asking.

I may not know your story,
but I do know it'll be worse

if Mr. Barrow tells her first.

Yes, you're right.

Thank you.

Why is she here?

They don't know her, do they?

If they do, she never told me.

What are you gonna say to her?

Who says I'll get the
chance to say anything?

Go on, have it out.

She's playing with you
like a cat with a vole.

James, did you know about
Lady Anstruther's visit?

No, Mr. Carson.

Why should I?

Didn't you work
for her one time?

I'm sure I've got a
reference from her somewhere.

That was quite a while
back, wasn't it, James?

She's made extra
work for everyone.

That's all I know.

What do you mean,
you need to tell me

something before Barrow does?

Mr. Barrow wants to tell you
about something in my past,

milady.

I have a secret, you see.

A bad secret.

Why, I don't understand.

What secret?

How does he know it?

I was a friend of his sister's
when we were growing up.

But if he knew something
wrong about you, why would

he put you forward for the job?

I think you better tell me.

Very well.

A few years ago, I worked
in London as a lady's maid

for a Mrs. Benton who lived with
her husband in Ovington Square.

Go on.

I was there for about
six months, and then I--

And then?

You what?

I took some jewellery
belonging to the mistress.

A necklace, a couple of
bracelets, some rings.

You took them.

I tried to make it look like
a burglary, but it didn't work.

And Mrs. Benton
reported the theft.

They took me up
a few hours later.

My fingerprints were everywhere.

And to make it worse, I never
gave the stolen things back.

Why not?

Because by then,
I didn't have them.

What happened?

I went to prison.

For three years.

Thank you, Baxter.

Very good, milady.

What do you make of
our mysterious visitor?

Tom said he went
to look at the car

and could find nothing wrong.

-Maybe the chauffeur mended it.
-Maybe.

We ought to go down.

Will there be anything else?

I don't think so.
Thank you.

It's been quite a treat.

You don't travel with a
valet these days, milord?

No, no.

When-- when Green died,
I never replaced him.

We were all shocked by
the death of Mr. Green

so soon after he was here.

Yes, of course.

Had he been with you long?

Not very long, no.

Right.
Thank you.

Well?

I told her.

Now, I'm not asking
what you said,

but I wanted to be sure
that you held nothing back.

Good.

How was she?

I don't know.

Shocked, but not unkind.

Then his lordship walked
in, so that was that.

The point is, if she
allows you to stay,

you're here in a truthful
way, and not in a lie.

And if I'm not allowed to stay?

You're still not
caught in a lie.

That's what matters.

I will tell you
the story one day,

but I'm loathe to forfeit
your good opinion,

and I know it would

No, you won't.

You don't trust me yet,
but I'm on your side.

Mr. Molesley I need that
up in the servery now.

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Jimmy, I ought to scold you.

Why did you ignore my letters?

You're a very naughty boy.

Show her ladyship where to
find the drawing room, James.

Of course.

Will you come this way, milady?

I feel so guilty pushing
into a family celebration.

You'd be an ornament
at any gathering.

Oh, how nice.

Thank you.

No cocktails?

I thought everyone had them now.

Not at Downton.

Our butler tried them once
and he hasn't recovered.

--[LAUGHING] Oh, look
at your parents.

34 years.

I'd never manage it.

That's the advantage
of an older husband.

One gets an early release.

Miss Sarah Bunting.

What on earth is
she doing here?

I asked her.
Cora said I could.

Have I done something wrong?

Miss Bunting is the
teacher I told you about.

After her behaviour
while we were in London,

I would not have thought
her a suitable guest.

But let me introduce you.

Kitty Colt-Hearst,
Sarah Bunting.

Miss Bunting's a teacher.

Oh golly, how clever.

What do you teach?

The usual things.

Writing, mathematics.

Crikey, writing's
always beyond me.

I wouldn't know where to
start with mathematics.

Well, then you must
marry someone rich enough

to ensure you never need to.

-Oh.
-What are you doing here?

Lady Rose invited me.

Rose, did you
ask Lord Grantham?

Wasn't Cora's
permission enough?

How are you?

I'm exhausted.

Two parties in one day
is too much for me.

Was your luncheon a success?

You must ask Cousin Isobel.

They've cast the
net wide tonight.

Can't Tom have a
friend of his own?

Oh, of course.

But it's time he decided
whether he's fish, flesh,

fowl, or good red herring.

Well, I think it's nice to
see an intelligent face here.

Miss Bunting has been
shocking us with her support

for the prime minister.

But surely most of the
country must support him,

or he wouldn't be
prime minister.

There is an unanswerable
logic in that.

Quite.

There's an alliance
that does not bode well.

I quite agree with you.

Aren't you being very snobbish?

We're being realistic,
something your generation

has such trouble with.

The chauffeur said there's
nothing wrong with the car

that he could find,
so there's a mystery.

See?
She's here to see you.

I don't know what she wants.

Don't you?

Because I do.

It's embarrassing.

I have a feeling
it could get a lot

more embarrassing if you don't
find a way to keep her quiet.

Take that.

Marriage is a lottery,
as we're often told.

But I am a man who has
drawn a winning ticket.

I have been awarded
a bumper prize--

beauty, brains, a heart,
a conscience, all in one.

I give you my Cora.

The best companion in the world.

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

-What a tribute.
-Indeed.

If only it were true.

What's happened
to Mosley's hair?

Carson, Lady Mary married
tells me that you're

to lead the memorial committee.

That is certain, madam, yes.

You'll drive it splendidly.

Rose, is that friend of
yours terribly clever?

She's Tom's friend, not mine.

But I think so, yes.

Because she certainly
thought I was terribly stupid.

Well, let's not shoot
her down for that.

Well, no thank you.

Do you know that footman?

Oh, yes.

He used to work for me.

It's-- it's always nice
to see a friendly face.

Especially a
friendly, pretty face.

I'm not convinced these
memorials are a good idea.

But I suppose that's
a different issue.

Why not?

When they give people a
focus for their sorrow.

And a reminder of the
sacrifices that were made.

If it were a memorial
service, then I might agree.

But a stone edifice in the
centre of the green to remind

us forever of death
and a pointless war--

what's the good of that?

To say nothing of
the waste of money.

Forgive me, but you're
talking nonsense.

Forgive me, but I suppose
she's allowed an opinion.

She is not allowed
that opinion.

Not in this house.

I think what she means is--

She is here as your friend, so
of course you must defend her.

But was the war worth fighting?

What did it achieve beyond
the Russian Revolution,

which you hate?

Millions of men
dead, and no more

justice than there was before.

You are wrong, both of you.

But we must strive
to keep things light.

It's a pity they didn't
want you on their committee.

You put up a stout defence
of their intentions.

They do want his
lordship on the committee.

Forgive me, my lord.

I'd have told you
later, but they

held a meeting this
afternoon, and they

would like you as their patron.

Oh, how nice.

I daresay that was
always their plan.

I daresay it was,
your ladyship.

I should be glad to accept.

If you can all put
your swords away,

perhaps we can finish our
dinner in a civilised manner.

But I admire it
when young people

stand up for their principles.

Principles are like prayers.

Noble, of course, but
awkward at a party.

James, did my eyes deceive
me, or did Lady Anstruther

pass you a note during dinner?

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Can I see it?

He's thrown it away.

She just wanted to
remind him that he once

worked for her, Mr. Carson.

Even so, it's most irregular.

But it wasn't
his fault, was it?

He could hardly
slap her hand away.

Get that up to
the drawing room.

I gather from Mr.
Mosley that you gave

the good news to his lordship?

Oh, that is correct.

How did you get them to agree?

I said I wouldn't serve if
they didn't make him patron.

And have you told him that?

He doesn't need to know
everything, Mrs. Hughes.

Nobody has to know everything.

I've enjoyed myself.

Both gatherings were interesting
in their different ways.

You get on well with
Lord Merton, I know that.

I do, but Cousin Violet
had other plans for him

at luncheon.

Where is Granny?

She said goodbye
to your mother,

but she wanted to slip away.

The day of parties
had taken its toll.

Before I go, I want to
meet the staff downstairs.

You don't think you made enough
of a statement for one evening?

What about you?

I know.

I got a bit carried away.

I thought you were splendid.

Cheer up.

You're putting quite a
dampener on the evening.

Really?

I thought only imbeciles
were happy all the time.

Here she comes.

The Boudica of the north riding.

Thank you so much
for having me.

It was a pleasure, wasn't it?

Robert?

I want to thank your
cook before I go,

and the other servants.

I'm afraid they'll just be
sitting down to their supper,

and we don't like
to disturb them.

I won't be more than a minute.

Of course you must go down.

They'd be delighted.

I assume you heard the way
she spoke to me at dinner.

Of course.

But how does it help to
answer rudeness with rudeness?

Is everything
satisfactory, my lord?

No it is not,
and can you please

keep Mosley in the
kitchens until his hair

stops turning blue?

What are you doing?

Setting out the breakfast trays
for her ladyship and Lady Mary.

Not Lady Rose and Lady Edith?

Unmarried young ladies eat
breakfast in the dining room.

Oh, do they?

Thank you again, and
I'm glad to meet you.

I felt I had to put
faces to your stories.

What stories are those?

Oh, that's a
dangerous question.

We may not like the answer.

Do you work at the school?

I teach mathematics,
handwriting, and spelling,

mainly.
-You must be so clever.

I wouldn't say that.

Come and meet the others.

Goodbye.

That's such a different path.

It is, but it doesn't mean
it's better than the one

you've chosen.

Your ladyship,
might I have a word?

I'm very sorry to
say it, but I've

learned something
that makes me feel

both responsible and guilty.

Would this have
to do with Baxter?

Because if it concerns
her criminal record,

then I know all about it.

Do you, milady?

What I don't understand is why
you placed a convicted felon

in my household, in
my bedroom, when you

knew every detail of her past.

I wanted her to
have another chance.

Don't you think
that should have been

my decision in my own house?

Yes, milady, perhaps it should.

So why tell me now?

Because if you've been using
your knowledge against her,

I'll have to consider
your future here,

Barrow-- indeed, whether
you have one at all.

I just thought I'd been
wrong, and you ought to know.

I see.
Well, now I do.

Good night.

You think you're so
clever, don't you?

Has Miss Bunting gone?

Yes.

She got a lift down to the
village with Mrs. Crawley.

That was nice of her.

I wanted to apologise for
arguing with you at dinner.

You were nothing
compared to her.

She has her views, that's true.

But I must confess, they remind
me of how I used to feel.

Is that what you want, Tom?

To go back when
you've come so far?

I've come a long way from
who I was, that's true enough.

And is it a bad thing?

-We're not lovers, you know.
-What?

That time when
you were in London,

you thought that we
got up to something.

We never did.

As Sybil's father, this is not
an easy conversation for me.

But if I was wrong,
then I am sorry.

The truth is, I
worry less about that

than if Miss Bunting is taking
you back into the role of rebel

and hater.

I'm not a hater.

I don't hate anyone.

Least of all you.

Well, that is a more cheerful
note to say good night on.

Isis.

But why didn't you
give the jewels back?

You say you didn't have
them by then, but who did?

More than that, why
did you do it at all?

You don't strike me as
being greedy for money.

You were working,
you were earning.

Did you dislike Mrs. Benton?

Was she harsh?
-No, milady.

She was a kind woman.

That only makes
it more mysterious.

I won't start concocting
excuses for myself.

There are no excuses.

There may not be excuses, but
there is missing information.

You've shocked me,
Baxter, profoundly.

I can't deny it.

You have every reason, milady.

So am I to take it
that I am dismissed?

But your work is
excellent, and I

have never sacked a servant that
gave me no cause for complaint.

Have I your word you will
not commit this crime again?

I will never commit any crime
again, not as long as I live.

You may stay until
I make a decision.

I cannot tell you how
long that will be.

And I do not at all
promise I'll keep you on.

-No.
-Very well.

I think we should
leave it there for now.

I hope you don't have to see
too much more of Miss Bunting.

Lady Rose told
Madge she liked her.

She seemed nice when
she came downstairs.

Maybe, but she makes Papa
say things he doesn't mean,

and I know he hates
himself for it afterwards.

Mr. Mosley, I do not know
why you have treated your hair

with a special substance--
-Well--

But I can only say that the
effect on your appearance

is not what you would have it.

Take steps, Mr. Mosley.

Take steps.

You will remain below
stairs until you do.

[CRYING]

[KNOCKING]

Well, so Lady Mary's not
quite so ladylike after all.

Me next.

You think I'm mad, don't you?

Doesn't matter what I think.

Well, maybe she
just wants to talk.

Maybe I'm the
missing Tsarevich.

Trouble is, I can't resist it.

Not when it's
offered on a plate.

You're not alone there.

Now, if you can stay
with her until 3:00,

you'll get back to your
room without being noticed.

I'll watch until
you're in there.

If you hear me speak, just
keep walking past her door.

Thanks, Mr. Barrow.

Thomas.

I mean it.

You're a real pal.

Well, I-- I try to be.

But Tony, you really
shouldn't be in here.

Of course I shouldn't.

Why are you, then?

Because you're in love with me.

Am I?

You said so yourself.

There was a time when
you were torn between me

and Charles Blake, but I-- I
think you've decided an I'm

the winner.

Well, thank goodness
that's settled.

The trouble is you
want to be sure.

More sure than the customs of
well-bred courtship will allow.

Go on.

I want you to come away.

Just for a week.

Maybe less.

But on our own.

And we'll spend
the days talking.

And the nights?

We'll spend those together too.

I want us to be lovers, Mary.

I want us to know
everything there

is to know about each other.

And after that, I
believe you will be sure.

If Papa was here, he'd
hit you on the nose.

I'm trying to convince
you to marry me.

That's not the normal
purpose of seducers.

I don't think he'd
see it that way.

What do you say to my
scandalous suggestion?

No one must ever find out.

[KNOCKING]

Fire!

What?

Fire!

Oh my god.
George!

I've got Sybbie and George.

Thank God.

Mary.
You take them.

Tony, go with her.
-Come on, darling.

Tom, come with me.

You know where the
sand buckets are kept.

Good god, Barrow,
is she all right?

I think so, my lord.

We must get her outside!

Quickly, Tom!

Tom, get the hose!

Rose, go up and wake
Mrs. Hughes and the maid.

She'll do the rest.

We must alert the
estate firemen!

Who knows where to
find Drew's number?

-I do.
-And save the dog!

Barrow, hurry up!

Get her away from the smoke!

I'll check the bedrooms!

Let me check the
rooms, my lord!

Now, man!

Fire!

There's a fire.

Well, I'll see you
both downstairs.

Everybody outside!

There's a fire!

James!
James!

Where's James?

Peter, look in the bathroom.

See if you can find James.

Mr. Mosley, hurry along, please.

[COUGHING]

Here, Tom!

[INTERPOSING VOICES]

Don't worry, don't worry here!

We'll take over now, my lord!

[COUGHING]

Thank you.

How are you feeling?

All right, I think.

But I'm afraid I've
been terribly stupid.

Don't worry about that now.

Lord Grantham, I may sneak
away before breakfast.

Would you forgive me?

I have quite a way to go.

Perhaps that would
be a good idea.

My lord?

Barrow, we have to thank
you for raising the alarm

and rescuing Lady
Edith so bravely.

What were you doing
on the gallery?

Oh, just keeping
an eye on things.

Well, thank goodness you were.

I was angry with you before,
and I was tempted to take it

further, but I accept that
you have earned our goodwill

by your actions tonight.

Thank you, milady.

What's going on?
What's happening?

Don't worry.
It's almost over.

Mr. Bates wanted to come
to see you were all safe.

We were so worried.
-We're fine.

Lady Edith chose to set fire
to her room, but we're fine.

I'll see if there's
anything I can do.

He's calmed down now, but
he was in a real state.

He just gets so worked
up about things.

I can imagine.

I don't wish to be harsh, but
I have a feeling James would

be better employed elsewhere.
-Oh?

Please don't ask
me why I think so,

but I suspect his ambitions
rather outstrip what a career

as a footman will yield.

As your lordship wishes.

And give him a good reference.

We don't want it talked about.

Understood, my lord.

All clear now, my
lord, and no real damage

beyond Lady Edith's bedroom.

Well, that's something.

We can all go back inside.

The excitement is over.

Off you go, then.

Might Lady Edith sleep
in his lordship's

dressing room tonight,
milady, since the bed's

already made up?

Of course.

I'm just going to
thank the firemen.

Have you had any ideas?

Yes, and it's a simple one.

You're going to take a great
interest in little Marigold,

milady.

Of course.

We just need to introduce
the notion carefully,

so everyone accepts
and believes it.

You're to sleep in his
lordship's dressing room

tonight, milady, and we'll see
what can be saved tomorrow.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

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