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[THEME MUSIC]

MRS. HUGHES: Wait one moment.

She can decide whether or she
wants to throw these away.

Quite right.

But how would it be funded?

There's quite a
lot in the kitty,

and we'd have another campaign.

I'm sure there'd be
plenty of volunteers

to keep up standards.
-Are you?

For how along?

And what about the cricket?

We'd have to re-site
the pitch, My Lord.

Of course it would take work.

But we've got until the summer.

And think what we're
gaining-- a beautiful garden

of remembrance, a proud
memorial at its heart.

Where people can
walk and sit and think

about their loved ones.

They can come here
from all around

and spend an hour with
their sacred memories

in peace and at rest.

But this pitch has been
prepared over many years

and with a great deal
of work for the cricket.

I suppose that field
below Peckham Wood

could be made into a pitch.

Surely the right place is in
the centre of the village where

people will pass it every day.

Will it be peaceful and
quiet there, My Lord?

A fit place for mourning?

Well, that's what
they're doing in Sowerby,

and I'm certain it's where
most of them will be.

And is our memorial to be
no better than most of them?

It comes down to
priorities, Lord Grantham?

Which is more important, a game
of cricket or the loss of a son

in the course of his duty?

[HORSE SNORTING]

Well, this is it, then.

There's something
I want to say.

I'm sorry I put you
through all that trouble.

Forget it.

It's in the past.

Well, you've been a good
friend to me, Thomas.

If anyone had told
me that I'd have

been friends with
a-- a man like you,

I'd have not believed them.

But we have been friends.

Yeah.

And I'm sad to see
the back of you.

I am.

You can always write.

I'm not much of it, writing.

I'll do my best.

But in case we don't meet again,
I hope you find some happiness.

I do, truly.

I hope the same
for you, too, Jimmy.

Oh, I'll be dandy.

I best be off.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

-I'm sorry Jimmy's gone.
-I know.

It were nice having a
bonny face about the house.

We'll have to make
do with Mr. Molesley.

How are your studies going?

Slowly.

Well, it's bound to
be harder when you've

not been at school for a while.
-It's not hard.

It's impossible.

But what's the answer?

MR. MOLESLEY: Is the
pudding ready to go up?

Mrs. Patmore, the pudding?

Sorry, I was miles away.

Uh, now, there's a
sauce to go with that.

Shall I put it on one tray,
or will Barrow lend a hand?

All on one tray, please.

I can't be bothered to
fight it out with him.

--[CHUCKLES] Jimmy, where
are you when we need you?

[SIGHS]

Oh, Mr. Carson?

What is it now?

Now that Jimmy--
uh, James has gone,

do I take it that I
am now first footman?

Since you are the
only footman, you are

first, second, third, and last.

Make what you will of it.

Mr. Molesley, we're nearly at
the end of those distinctions.

There will come a
time when a household

is lucky to boast any footmen.

Now get that up
to the dining room.

Did it not go
well this morning?

I was disappointed
if you must know.

But it's early days.

George is coming on so fast.

It's wonderful how they seem to
change week by week at his age.

He is rather sweet, isn't he?

How are you getting on with
repairing the fire damage?

Oh, they're all
being marvellous,

but I do feel such an idiot.

That may be because you
behaved like an idiot.

Well, the good
thing is they'll have

sorted it out in a day or two.

Did I tell you I got this
letter from Charles Blake?

What does he want?

An art historian
he knows is writing

a book on della Francesca.

He wasn't aware we had one
of his paintings at Downton.

Apparently he's
desperate to see it.

I assume it's just an excuse so
Charles can pay court to Mary.

He doesn't say
he wants to come.

He only wrote to introduce
his friend, Sam Bricker.

I can invite
Charles if you like.

I don't mind either way.

I think I will ask him.

We don't know this Mr. Bricker.

It might be easier
if Charles was here.

Well, if you want
me, too, don't

forget I'm away from Tuesday.

I wish I knew where
you were going.

I haven't a clue.

I expect we'll drive
around for a few days

and stop and sketch when
we see a view we like.

LORD GRANTHAM: Who this with?

MARY: Annabel Portsmouth.

It'll be fun.

How was your morning, Papa?

Have you decided where
to put the memorial?

No.

Carson?

Not yet, My Lady.

It's difficult to
please everyone.

Bella Davis telephones
this morning.

She was talking about her
work with the Russian refugees

in York.

Are there many Russian
refugees in York?

I'm afraid so.

And they're scattered all
over Europe, poor devils,

trying to establish
communities to save

what's left of their
culture after the ravages

of revolution.

Ghastly for them, eh, Tom?

I feel sorry for anyone
exiled from their own country.

The exiles are the lucky ones.

I pity those who stayed
behind only to be tortured

and murdered in their thousands.

Leave him alone, Papa.

I was at the hospital
today, and Mrs. Henderson

has done the most generous
thing and given a wireless

to the ward so that they can
listen to music and the news

and sometimes even a play.

I can't tell you how
it brightens things up.

I'm told that they're far more
efficient now and-- and much

easier to tune.

No.

Well-- I haven't
asked anything.

No.

Shall we go through and let
the servants get in here?

[SHEEP BLEATING]

[KNOCKING]

[BABY LAUGHING]

Hello.

Follow my lead.

Look who it is.

Come in, My Lady.

Hello, Mrs. Drewe.

I hope I'm not being a nuisance.

Hello, darling.
Hello.

How are you?

Why don't you
sit down, My Lady?

Have they started
cleaning up after the fire?

They're doing it now.

Thank heaven it
was only my room.

God, I was stupid.

It's wonderful the interest
you take in her, My Lady.

Perhaps you'll keep an
eye on her as she grows.

I'm sure I will.

It'd be a blessing
if you would.

After all, she's
almost a foundling,

with no parents of her own, no
family and no one to turn to.

Tim, what are you saying?

We're her family now.

I know.

But there's a limit to what we
can do with three of our own.

I don't understand you.

Marigold is one of our
own, or very nearly.

All I'm saying is
Her Ladyship could

prove to be a real blessing.

Is he'd only take an interest.

She seems a bright
little thing to me.

[BABY LAUGHING]

Well, I'd have
to think about it.

Of course you will.

Because if people get used
to seeing you together,

you can't just duck out.

That's why we must
think carefully and only

take it on if I'm sure.

You could be a
sort of Godmother.

That's it.

Yes, I could be
Marigold's Godmother.

She's got a Godmother.

We had her christened
and my sister--

Talk it over with His
Lordship, why don't you?

See what he thinks.

Maybe I could take
her up to the house

to visit my niece and nephew.

My eye.

How Lucky would she be?

This is all very good of
you, My Lady, I'm sure--

Give it a thought.
Then we'll see.

Sorry.

Dr. Clarkson has just been
telling me about the latest

report of the drug insulin.

It's going to make a great
difference to many lives.

I'm quite sure of that.

I agree.

We're a backwater
here, but heaven knows

we've our share of diabetes.
-Just think.

A diagnosis will no longer
be a death sentence.

I'm glad to see
your old interests

are reasserting themselves.

Why do you say that?

Mrs. Crawley's been
distracted lately

with Lord Merton frisking
around her skirts

and getting in the way.

You make too much of it.

Do I?

We've been invited to tea
with Lord Merton at Cavenham.

I opened the letter his morning.

Maybe you're the real
quarry and he's only hunting

me to throw you off the scent.

I may be older than
I was, but I can still

tell when a man is interested.

I believe Cavenham Park
has some beautiful gardens.

Though it's the wrong
time of year to see them.

The promise of the
gardens in summer

will be the final
worm on the hook.

Honestly, I'm as good at
being teased as the next man,

but even my sense of
humor has its limits.

Off you go, Miss
Goody Two-Shoes.

You can play the holy
mother all you like.

You still nearly got me sacked.

Leave her alone.

Oh, gallant Mr. Molesley.

She's never told
you, now, has she?

Miss Baxter has her
troubles in the past, which

you try to use against
her, until Her Ladyship put

a stop to it.

That is all I need to know.

I knew she hadn't told you.

Barrow.

Could you please tell
Mrs. Patmore I'm here?

Very good, My Lady.

THOMAS BARROW: Mrs.
Patmore, Lady Rose.

MRS. PATMORE: Oh!

A delicious dinner,
Mrs. Patmore.

Thank you very much.

Uh, Madge said
you wanted a word.

Well, only if
it's convenient, My

Lady, but you know that young
woman who works at the school?

Miss Bunting?

Mr. Branson's friend?

Yes.

I didn't like to ask him in
case he found it awkward,

but I was wondering if
she might be prepared

to take on some extra work.

But suppose they
telephone Lady Portsmouth?

She's promise
she'll cover for me.

--[SIGHS] I feel quite nervous,
and I'm not even going.

We must choose the clothes
carefully so you can take them

on and off without my help.

Well, I'll have his help.

Honestly, My Lady.

You better hope I
never write my memoirs.

There is one thing
I've got to ask you.

I'm really sorry, but I must.

Go on.

I have to be sure there
aren't any-- consequences.

What sort of consequences?

Well, you know.

No, I don't.

Oh, my God.

Uh-- I mean-- I beg
your pardon, My Lady--

But you see, I can't just go
into a shop and buy something.

What if I were recognised?

But I wouldn't
know what to buy.

I've thought of that.

I have a copy of
Marie Stopes' book.

It tells you everything.

Well, won't he take care of it?

I don't think one should rely
on a man in that department,

do you?

But suppose I'm recognised?

But you won't be.

And even if you are, you're
married with a living husband.

Why shouldn't you buy one?

Is it true that Lady Rose wants
His Lordship to buy a wireless?

Well, she wants him
to, but whether he

will or not's another matter.

Oh, I like the
idea of a wireless,

to hear people
talking and singing

in London and all sorts.

What's so good
about that when you

can go to a musical in York?

I'd rather hear a
live singer, me.

If you're looking for Miss
Baxter, she's still upstairs.

Why do you have to make
everything sound so nasty

all the time?

I'm nasty about Miss
Baxter because she

came here to help and support
me, and she's spoken her word.

I doubt that's
how she'd put it.

Do you think with
her past she'd

come near a house like this?

She'd be lucky to get
work at a public laundry.

I'm sure she's grateful.

Then she has a funny
way of showing it.

You do know she's a thief?

Stole her mistress' jewels.

There must be more
to it than that.

No, she sneaked
up to the bedroom,

snatched up the pieces, pearl
necklaces, diamond bracelets,

put them in her pockets,
then tried to make it look

as if someone had broken in.

Then she was
obviously unsuccessful.

No, they gave her five years,
but she only served three.

Came out a few months before
I brought her up here,

so don't say she doesn't owe me.

Has Mrs. Bates come down yet?

Not yet.

We were just discussing
your friend, Miss Baxter.

Is she my friend, particularly?

She seem to think so.

I know you mean to lead
me into further inquiry,

but I couldn't care less
what you think, Thomas,

on that subject or any other.

I agree.

No, you don't.

Cause you listened to
the story, didn't you?

What was that about?

Oh, nothing.

Must remember to
organise a car to meet

Charles Blake and his friend.

They'll be here at tea time.

Do people think we're
some sort of hotel

that never presents a bill?

You've already made that joke.

There you are.

I need your advice.

How flattering.

What is it?

-Should I go?
-Oh, no.

No, it's not a secret.

I've been talking to Mr. Drewe.

Did you know they've taken
in a child, the daughter

of a friend who died?

How kind of them.

Anyway, the girl
is very endearing,

and I think I'd like to
be involved in her future,

to help her in some way, maybe
with school fees or something.

I've money from my articles
and Grandpapa's trust.

Has Drewe put you up to this?

No.

But I'd like to take
an active interest.

It would be good to me.

It's your money.

Do what you like with it.

But you can't just give the
child up when you get bored.

I won't get bored.

Cousin Robert?

Did you see this article about
how wirelesses are getting

cheaper and more reliable?

No.

I just thought it
was interesting.

No.

What's Mr. Branson's
pal doing down here?

Why?
Don't you approve?

Last time she came, she
gave them all an earful.

I cannot solve the mystery.

How are you getting
on with the memorial?

Oh, His Lordship is resisting
the idea of the garden.

You don't agree with him?

Well, as it happens, I do.

What?

I don't believe in your
garden of remembrance.

In a town, maybe.

But the Yorkshire scenery is
our garden of remembrance.

I'd prefer to see a memorial
at the heart of village life

so we'd pass it on the
way to church or the shop

and give a thought
to the boys who fell.

You surprise me, Mrs. Hughes.

I was disappointed
in His Lordship.

But I'm more
disappointed in you.

Every relationship
has its ups and downs.

[BELL RINGING]

Yes, Miss?

Um, is there a lady
I could deal with?

Very good, Madam.

If you'll just wait there.

[BELL RINGING]

I've not quite made up my mind.

Why not serve the
gentleman first?

It's kind of you.

Package of safety
razor blades, please.

Sixpence, sir.

Thank you.

[BELL RINGING]

If we keep this up.

we'll have another
customer along soon.

Yes.

Um, I would like to
buy one-- one of these.

I can see you're married.

Eh, I'm married, yes.

But you don't wish
for any more children?

That's it.
That-- that's right.

There is always abstinence.

Of course there is,
but I don't want to take

any risks because of my health.

Oh, I see.

Well, that does
put a-- a slightly

different colour on it.

3 and 11.

Keep the change.

What about the instructions?

They can be very
difficult to manage.

I'm sure it's perfect.

Thank you.

[BELL RINGING]

I'll take half
a crown a lesson.

That's five shillings a week.

You can use my sitting room
if you need somewhere private.

I'll see you after school.

Goodbye.

W-w-w-- wait a minute.

That is Daisy's busiest time.

I can't come any earlier.

Oh, well, then.
Perhaps--

I'm excited.

But I'll pay.

It's not right that you
should waste your money on me.

No, I want to pay.

That's a nice
thing you're doing.

Is it?

Well, I think I've been a damn
fool and doubled my workload.

I wondered who was in here.

We were just sorting out some
things for Rose's refugees.

Poor Rose.

Why are you so against
getting a wireless?

In a way I wish
she'd just say it.

Cousin Robert, please buy
a wireless for Downton.

I wouldn't mind.

That's because you're American.
But I'm not.

And I find the whole idea a kind
of thief of life, that people

should waste hours huddled
around a wooden box listening

to someone talking
at them, burbling

inanities from somewhere else.

But surely now with the
latest news and everything--

and it must be a
boon for the old.

What do you think, Bates?

I can't see the Dowager
with a wireless, My Lady.

[CHUCKLES] It's a fad.

It won't last.

Oh, no, not that one.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

This is nice.

Lord Grantham said it was the
coldest house in Yorkshire.

Ah, you're here.

I'm so pleased.

How charming it is.

Oh, we do our best.

I know it's the
wrong time of year,

but I would love
to see the gardens.

Oh.

Shouldn't we allow
Lord Merton to tell

us how he's planned our visit?

Of course.

It's his house.

Yes, I know that.

Come on in.

You've been very quiet all day.

Have I?

I wish you'd tell
me what it is.

Very well.

Last night Mr.
barrow chose to give

me an account of your history.

He was bound to
sooner or later.

His version is a bleak one,
which will not surprise you.

What did he say?

Well, for a start,
he seemed to suggest

that you were in some sort
of privileged position.

I was a trusted
senior lady's maid

to a good woman in a rich
and respectable household.

But then he said that you just
took your employer's jewels,

snatched them up and pushed
them into your pocket.

I stole a pearl necklace
with a ruby clasp, two diamond

bracelets, and four rings.

Did he tell you I tried to
pretend it was a burglary?

Well, then, I think you have
all the relevant information.

Oh, but there must
be something more.

There must have been
a cause, a reason

for you to do such a thing.

What sort of cause?

I don't know,
someone that you cared

for needed money
for an emergency

and you were desperate to help.

I was a common thief,
Mr. Molesley, a convicted

criminal, a gaol bird.

I don't believe you.

Because you don't want to.

I would only say that I
am not that person now.

When you've finished
your tea, we can

walk the terraces if you like.

That sounds ideal.

As a matter of fact,
I recently read a book

on the science of quarantine,
and I've been looking forward

to discussing it with you.

We mustn't bore Lady Grantham.

Oh, you're right.

You see, I need your guiding
hand to keep me in check.

Mrs. Crawley is never happier
than when she has a chance

to use her guiding hand.

Are you, dear?

How pretty this room is.

Thank you.

Mama re-did all these
rooms in the '80s.

She had good taste, I think.

Is one allowed to brag
about one's mother?

[CHUCKLES]

So the late Lady
Merton didn't change it?

Ada?
No.

She didn't use it much.

She thought it was
rather draughty

being so near the front door.

Well, I supposed
she had a point.

If you don't like being
quite so near the front door.

Well, I think it's enchanting.

It's a woman's room, though.

Of course.

The library and the
dining room are masculine.

The drawing rooms and the
music room are feminine,

or so I was taught.

I didn't mean that, exactly.

More that it needs a woman's
presence to make sense of it.

When I'm on my own
in here, I feel

like a bull in the china shop.

Why aren't you going with her?

What?

With Lady Mary.

She'll be away
for almost a week.

Yes, but they're driving round.

They don't know where
they'll stay or anything.

She and Lady Portsmouth?

Yes.

It doesn't sound
much like Lady Mary.

Sounds a bit bohemian.

Well, I suppose she's allowed
to get away from it all

if she wants to, like anyone.

Yes, I suppose she is.

What do you make of
Edith's burst of generosity

for the Drewe girl?

I don't begrudge it.

In all probability, her
beloved Gregson is dead,

and she has to sit and watch
her sisters' children play.

She wants someone to love.

It's as simple as that.

Of course, the problem will come
when she has a child of her own

to distract her.

Let's cross that bridge
when we come to it.

And let's hope the Drewes
don't get sick of her

in the meantime.

Was it ghastly?

I didn't know where to look.

But when I thought
about it afterwards,

it seemed unfair to
punish me like that.

Suppose I was a working
woman with eight children

and I didn't want any more?

Wouldn't I have the right?

I agree completely.

I feel like going back tomorrow
and ordering a baker's dozen.

One's enough for now.

CORA: Mr. Bricker.

This is wonderfully
kind of you.

You could see the painting
now or after dinner

or wait until tomorrow.

It's entirely up to you.

I think I'd like a glimpse
of it later this evening.

Then I can take a proper
look in the daylight

when I have my wits about me.

You look as if you've spend the
winter away from these shores.

I've been in Alexandria.

Really?

I don't envy you.

I'm not very good at abroad.

She's in the kitchen?

I can't swear to
what room she's in,

but she was giving her lesson
to Daisy and she's still here.

Well, shouldn't we invite her
to dinner if she's your friend?

I don't think
Lord Grantham would

like it, not after last time.

But it seems terribly
grand and unfriendly not to.

I'll ask Cora.

How are you?

I haven't seen you for ages.

Have I neglected you?

I'm sorry.

No need to apologise.

Although I think you
might perhaps have told me

I was not the lucky winner.

Why would you say that?

Because it's perfectly obvious.

Well, I don't seem to
have broken your heart.

You sound disappointed.

--[CHUCKLES] Who is
this fellow, anyway?

Simon Bricker?

Just a chap I know.

He was talking about
his book in Boodle's.

I mentioned the painting
here, and that was it.

He's very brown, lucky chap.

Charles, I'm sorry
if I've hurt you.

It's just only lately that I've
started to come out the mist.

And the mist is clearing
around the lies and supple

figure of Tony Gillingham?

Maybe.

Well, good luck to you both.

I mean it.

That's why I came here.

So I could wish
you luck in person.

CORA: Of course.
You're absolutely right.

We should give her the option.

If you're certain.

I don't want to feel
like I'm imposing.

Don't be silly.

This is your home.

Where' Tom going?

Miss Bunting is downstairs.

What?

She's been teaching one of
the maids in the kitchen.

Tom's gone to ask if
she'd like some dinner.

God in heaven,
you're not serious.

She's the first
friend Tom's made

that has nothing to do with
us, and we must respect that.

So every time we
entertain, we must invite

this tin pot Rosa Luxembourg?

Who's she?

A German communist who was
shot and thrown in the canal.

We wouldn't wish
that on Miss Bunting.

Hm.

I must be mad.

I didn't see the time.

I've left Mrs. Patmore
cooking dinner for everyone.

Well, you can tell
her from me you'll

prove a talented mathematician.

Whose idea was it to ask me?

Yours?

No, it was Rose, although
it's a new sensation

for me not to be alone in
my opinions at the table.

If I've encouraged you to
stand your ground, I'm glad.

But I don't feel like putting
either myself or Lord Grantham

through another test
of strength tonight.

Please thank them and
say good night for me.

I don't need a car.

I'm perfectly happy to walk.

When in Rome.

But do you ever think you might
have been in Rome too long?

Why do you say that?

Well, you needn't always
do as the Romans do.

There's more in you than that.

I wonder.

You could do anything you want
if you put your mind to it.

I can't deny it.

It's good to hear you talk
as if I had a real future.

You do have a future, but not
here, not with these people.

Of course you're linked to them
with Sybil, but from the way

you talk, I think she was
unique in this family,

free of prejudice, free
from narrow thinking.

That's true enough.

She was unique.

All I'm asking is for you
to remember that you were

the man who tempted
her over the park wall

to run away to freedom.

I was that man.

But I'm not sure I
can be that man again.

You can be.

I know it.
Good night.

Where's your friend?

She couldn't stay.

She had to get home.
-What a relief.

What were you
doing in Alexandria?

Escaping the winter and
looking at beautiful things.

Beautiful and very
ancient things.

I don't agree.

CHARLES BLAKE: You're
collecting clothes

for the Russian refugees.

Well, I said no at first
because, well, it didn't feel

terribly me, but then I
thought about them leading

their lives before the fall.

Doing everything you would do.

Exactly-- dancing and shopping
and seeing their friends

and then suddenly being
thrown out to fend

for themselves in the jungle.

Then I thought I had
to help if I could.

It's lucky Miss Bunting
refused her invitation

or she'd give us a lecture
on how they're aristocrats

and so they deserve it.

She believes the old regime
in Russia was an unjust one.

She hopes the new system
will be an improvement.

Does that make her a firebrand?

Because I agree with her.

And you don't think
certain acts of savagery

forfeit any sympathy
for the perpetrators?

It was terrible, of course.

But the English
killed King Charles

I to create a balance between
the throne and parliament.

I didn't kill him personally.

I didn't shoot the
imperial family.

Goodness.

Is this what we call a
lively exchange of views?

It's about now that Papa
usually fetches his gun.

Mary, don tease Mr. Bricker.

He's come north
to see a painting

and he finds himself caught in
the middle of the civil war.

I don't think we'll
split tonight.

They'll only fight if we do.

Mr. Bricker wants
to see the picture,

and I'm sure any
delay is torment.

You read my mind.

Carson, how are we to move
forward with the memorial?

I suppose your position
has not changed.

I can see that I am
losing, but I would rather

be convinced than
defeated, My Lord,

and I am not yet convinced.

Cousin Robert, did you
see that the king is

going to speak on the wireless?

It was in the paper today.

Don't be silly.

No, it's true.

For the opening of the
British Empire Exhibition.

It's being broadcast
on the 23rd.

Just thought you'd like to know.

Is this true, Carson?

I believe so, My Lord.

Talking about the empire, too.

I wonder.

If the king wants
to use the wireless

to speak to his people,
maybe we have to listen.

I wouldn't say that, My Lord.

Is it not a case
of the king being

forced into accepting a
humiliating assignment

by his ministers?

Are you saying the king
is a weak man, Carson?

Never that, My Lord.

But even kings must bow
to pressure sometimes.

And should we not support
him in his hour of endurance?

Oh, cheer up.

We can always hire one.

Surely we won't be
corrupted if it's

only in the house for a day.

They said you were you here.

I thought I'd get some air
before we have our dinner.

I've let you down, haven't I?

No, I wouldn't say so.

You are who you are.

You made choices, and you've
paid the price for them.

Still, I'm not
who you thought me.

It is not for me
to pass sentence.

You've had enough of that.

I've changed.

I'm different now.

I wish you could believe me.

But you won't tell
me why you did it.

Because I am not persuaded you
can have acted on your own.

Maybe not.

But I don't want
to talk about that.

Because alone or not, in the
end I made the choice to steal.

And there's no point trying
to pass the sin along.

And you won't
allow me an opinion?

You see, you wouldn't have done
it no matter who asked you to,

no matter what the provocation.

I don't claim that.

If a man must watch
his loved ones starve,

who's to say what he'll do?

But I wasn't starving, was I?

Believe me, I'd give
a limb to rewrite

that whole chapter of my life.

But I can't, Mr.
Molesley, even for you.

I can't.

MR. BRICKER: Do you
have a clear record

of how it came to be here?

The second Earl
was our collector.

He bought it when he was quite
a young man on his grand tour.

Which was when?

1789.

We've a letter from his mother.

She's just heard about
the fall of the Bastille,

and her son was on his
way through France.

She was so desperate
to get him home

she send it by
special messenger.

[CHUCKLES] Mothers.

Some things never change.

Lots of things never change.

Tomorrow I can show you
some of the other pictures

he brought back if you've
time before you go.

I have all the
time in the world.

I should enjoy it very much.

There's coffee in
the drawing room.

Thank you.

We'll be right in.

Isis, come here, girl.

I can't believe it.

When she explained it
to me how it all worked,

I could see it at once.

Oh, this is our
lady of the numbers.

If I'd had a teacher like
her when I were at school,

thinks might have turned
out very different.

Well, they've not turned
out so badly, have they?

I'm glad to see some smiles
at the end of a long day.

Daisy's singing the praises of
miss bunting and her teaching.

I should keep it to yourself.

She's not a favourite
with Mr. Carson.

Why?
What's she done?

It's not what she's done.

It's what he calls
her dangerous ideas.

Dangerous or not, I'm
sure they're good ideas.

Careful, he'll think
you've been infected.

What's this?

Daisy's worried she's
been infected with a cold

from the delivery boy.

His Lordship and I are
walking down to the village

tomorrow to look
at possible sites.

Um, I don't like it when
we're not on the same side.

We're different
people, Mr. Carson.

We can't always agree.

I know.

But I don't like it.

I can't make a decision,
Baxter, until you

tell me the whole truth.

I have, My Lady.

I don't mean you tried
to shield yourself.

Quite the contrary.

But I haven't yet
heard the whole story.

To be honest, Baxter, I
don't know why I haven't

dismissed you out of hand.

I employ a jewel thief
to look after my jewels.

Of doesn't make any sense.

I don't know what else to say.

And if I don't sack you
for your criminal record,

I should sack you
for concealing it.

Should I take this
as my dismissal?

I don't know.
I don't know why not.

But I don't know.

What was the matter with Tom?

Papa will blame his friend
Miss Bunting for filling

his eats with poison.

But I'm not sure.

He has so little
life away from us.

He's had no life
since Sybil died.

But I've a feeling he's turning
back into who he really is.

Is that a bad thing?

For us, maybe, but not for him.

I'm going up.

Good night, you two.

Do you think there's any
chance Cousin Robert really

make get a wireless?

Well, if he won't
get one for the king,

your cause is hopeless.
-That's true.

I loved Rose's definition
of ordinary life,

dancing and shopping and
seeing one's friends.

[LAUGHING]

I'm going to bed, too.
I'm worn out.

But I hope you'll be happy for
me if it is Tony in the end.

Nothing will make me happier
than seeing you happy.

But please be absolutely
sure before you decide.

Why do you say that?

Because you're
cleverer than he is.

That might have worked in the
last century when ladies had

to hide their brains behind
good manners and good breeding,

but not now.

I don't agree.

I think Tony is quite
as clever as I am.

Then one of us is
right and one is wrong.

You're not being fair.

I'm not some
overheated housemaid

drooling over a photograph
of Douglas Fairbanks.

Plantagenets are as
susceptible as housemaids

when it comes to sex.

Are we talking
about sex or love?

Oh, that is the question that
mankind has been wrestling

with since the dawn of time.
Good night.

Poor Tom.

He's nothing more than
a ventriloquist's dummy

for that terrible
woman's ideas to come

spewing out of his mouth.

Maybe she's given
him confidence

to say what he really
thinks, not just

sit there in silence
listening to 1,000

things he disagrees with.

She'll steal him away from as.
I can feel it.

She's pulling him back
to the other side.

I hope not.

But if he feels he has to
go, that's what he must do.

Well, he's not taking Sybie.

Don't be silly.

I mean it.

I am not having Sybil's only
child snatched from everyone

she loves to be brought
up by some harpie

in an American sewer.

If the time comes, then
we will talk to Tom.

And I suggest we try to be
a little more calm about it.

For heaven's sake,
can't I be angry

when our eldest
grandchild is about to be

stolen from us forever?

And tell your friend Bricker
to stop flirting with Isis.

There is nothing more
ill-bred than trying

to steal the affections
of someone else's dog.

Very well, I'll tell
him to stop flirting.

I think I've put everything in.

Your packet's here, My Lady.

Thank you.

I don't think there's anything
too difficult to fasten.

Lord Gillingham
can always help.

For the last time,
are you certain

you know what you're doing?

I believe so.

Anna, the way things
are going, life

will be lived in much
closer quarters in future.

My grandparents lived in vast
rooms surrounded by staff.

If they disagreed, they'd
hardly have known it.

But it won't be
like that for us.

I must be sure I'm right to
want this man as my friend,

as my lover, as my husband.

Well, I think it's a big risk.

Please, I can't be lectured
twice in one evening.

I've already had a ticking
off from Mr. Blake.

You didn't tell him.

Only that I thought Lord
Gilligham was the one.

The point is I want
to marry again.

And I absolutely
don't want to divorce.

Well, I wish you luck, My Lady.

-Morning.
-Morning.

There you are.

I'm afraid it's the
perfect position for me.

Millions of men
killed, My Lord,

and we'll remember them
with a stone cross for women

to stop by and gossip.

I prefer to say that as
people go about their business,

we remind them of
the men who died.

They gave their
lives for our freedom,

and we'll remember them
with a convenient step

to sit for a moment and
tie up your shoelace.

Afternoon, My Lord.

Hello, Mrs. Elkith.

What are you up to?

I'm just waiting for our Robby.

He likes to say hello to his
father sometimes after school.

It's good of you to
make a special journey.

Oh, no, he comes with
me when I'm on the way

to the shop, the post
office, and takes a chance

to visit the grave then.

My Bob was a lovely man
and a wonderful dad,

and I don't want our
Robby to forget him,

not if I can help it.

No, no, of course you don't.

Thank you, Mrs. Elkith.

Your words have made
quite an impression on me.

Don't you agree, Carson?

I do, yes.

Quite an impression.

ROBBY: My Lord.

Why is it called a wireless
when there's so many wires?

MRS. PATMORE: I don't know.

Nothing's happening.

It's just warming up, My Lady.

[STATIC]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

All set.

W-w-w-wait a minute.

Is that Jack Hylton?

Oh, golly, is this thrilling!

What's this I see?

Servants loitering in the
hall with Her Ladyship

due at any moment?

Look at that.

If-- if I touch it,
will I get a shock?

You'll only get a shock
if you listen to it.

I think it's exciting.

We're catching up, Mr. Carson.

Whether you like it or
not, Downton is catching up

with the times we live in.

That is exactly
what I am afraid of.

[BABY LAUGHING]

EDITH: Oh! [LAUGHS]

[BABY LAUGHING]

Oh, hello.

Hey.

But before I go, I hope
we're all united in the plan.

It's very kind of you,
My Lady, isn't it, Margie?

Very kind.

I just want every opportunity
for little Marigold.

As I say, it's very generous.

And you won't mind my
being part of her life?

She needs the chance to dream.

We must be careful
not to fill her head

with too many dreams, My Lady.

This is a wonderful
opportunity you're offering.

Thank you.

I'll see you soon.

Bye-bye.
-Bye.

What's the matter?

Why should anything
be the matter?

You could have
been more gracious.

I don't want this place
to be a doll's house

and Marigold her
doll, to be kissed

and petted then cast aside
when she loses interest.

She won't lose interest.

-How can you be sure?
-I am sure.

I'll be in the yard.

Call me when the food's ready.

Hands, hands, please.

KING GEORGE V (ON RADIO): It
gives me the greatest pleasure

and satisfaction
to come here today

with the queen for
the purpose of opening

the British Empire Exhibition.

I suppose he can't hear us.

No, it doesn't work like that.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Miss Mary Crawley.

Welcome to Liverpool,
Miss Crawley.

I hope you enjoy your stay.

I'm sure I will.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[MUSIC ON RADIO]

Well, you have heard the voice
of His Majesty King George V.

What do you think,
Carson, Mrs. Hughes?

The king on the wireless.

I prefer to think of him
on his throne, My Lord.

To me, it's a good
thing to make him

less of a myth, more of a man.

Well, I hope you've all taken
something of value from it.

Mrs. Hughes is right.

The radio somehow makes
the king more real.

Well, is that a good thing?

The monarchy has thrived
on magic and mystery.

Strip them away, and people may
think the royal family is just

like us.

Well, would that be so wrong?

Well, only if they want to
stay at Buckingham Palace.

CORA: It sounded
as though he was

right here in the room with us.

[CHATTER]

Cheer up, Mr. Barrow.

Weren't you pleased
to hear the king?

I expect it's difficult
for you with Jimmy gone.

We all need a special
friend from time to time.

I wasn't special
to him, not truly.

I don't agree.

I think he liked you.

Maybe a little.

But I don't think I'm very
likable to people here.

Do you want to be?

There are times when
I'd like to belong.

Does that sound funny?

Not to me, not at all.

Shall I have it collected
in the morning, My Lord?

Must he?

Do we need to get rid of
it in quite such a hurry

now it's here?

Put it in the small library.

Thank you for
changing your mind.

I wasn't aware I'd
decided against it.

It's such a pity
Mary had to miss

it for a boring sketching trip.

[KNOCKING]

It's made not to
give a false name.

Always make a lie as
truthful as possible.

If you're seen, you
have the right name.

You're alone in your room.

And why shouldn't
you be in Liverpool?

How did you manage to
get the rooms connected?

Well, I'm not a complete
halfwit, nor, happily,

is the manager.

So, what's the plan?

It's a simple one.

We'll go down to Church Street
for a scrumptious dinner,

after which we'll come back.

And make love.

Exactly.

We'll make love all night and,
in fact, for as long as either

of us has any stamina left.

And who can say
fairer than that?

[MUSIC PLAYING]

I mean to ask how you
got on this morning.

Oh, we've settled it.

It's going to be in the village.

I hope you're not too upset.

I only asked to be convinced.

My walk through the
village convinced me.

And there was a bonus.

What's that?

It puts us back in
agreement, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm not comfortable when you
and I are not in agreement.

You're very flattering.

When you talk like
that, you make

me want to check
the looking glass

to see that my hair's tidy.

Get away with you.

No, I mean it.

[KNOCKING]

Uh, there's a policeman
to see you, Mr. Carson.

A policeman?

It's just, uh, Sergeant
Willis, Mr. Carson.

Hello, Mr. Willis.

Uh, thank you, Mr. Barrow.

Your scare mongering
has not succeeded.

That will be all.

Sit down, Mr. Willis.

Have a cup of tea.

How can I help you?

Well, it's an odd business, but
we may as well get down to it.

A man stayed here last
year, a Mr. Alex Green,

worked for Lord Gillingham.

I remember him well.

Why wouldn't I when he died so
very tragically not long after?

Well, that's all I need.

I've just been told to check
you remember him and that--

oh, thank you-- and to
give warning that we might

need to ask some questions.

I don't understand.

Well, something's turned up.

And before they take it
further, they're trying

to establish its significance.

But what is that?

What's turned up?

A witness.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

[THEME MUSIC]