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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]