All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S05E03.Episode.3.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

[THEME MUSIC]

Did you sleep well?

Very.

Hasn't taken me long to get
used to sharing a bed again.

[KNOCKING]

Who is it?

-Breakfast, madam.
-One moment.

Thank you so much.

I can manage.

Have you ordered
something for yourself?

You can't have mine.

It'll be here any second.

Well, you've worked
up a good appetite.

I can't bear vulgar jokes.

I'll make note of that.

I've made note of everything.

How you look in the
morning, how you dress,

how you put on your makeup.

Why, particularly?

Because I want to
acclimate myself

with the routines
and rituals that will

govern the rest of my life.

Are you governed by
ritual and routine?

I don't think I am.

Do you really have
to leave today?

I'm afraid so.

Surely there are some
delights at Liverpool

we have yet to share.

We've driven round
Cheshire and dined

in public for almost a week.

By some miracle, we've
managed to get away with it.

Let's not push our luck.

Does it matter if
we get found out?

We're going to be down
the aisle before you

can say Jack Robinson.

No we won't, and
yes, it does matter.

I've been tarnished once, and
I won't be tarnished again.

Nothing is going to happen
that isn't properly announced,

organised, and executed.

[KNOCKING]

Isn't that your breakfast?

Miss Bunting says I have
quite the gift for it

now I've got started.

I left school when I were 11.

What were I supposed
to learn by then?

If I were at school now, I'd be
there at least until I were 14.

What's the matter?

Sorry, love.
What were you saying?

Nothing.

Before he left, Mr.
Bricker was saying

he wants to show us
the Della Francescas

in the National Gallery
when we're next in London.

You go.

Actually, I wouldn't mind
knowing if ours is any good.

We don't often see
you for breakfast.

I've got a meeting this morning
to organise the church flowers.

The rota seems to
have gone wrong.

Is Mary back today?

-Supposed to be.
-Good.

We've been sent an
intriguing proposition

from a man in Leeds.

What's that?

Let's wait until
Mary gets home,

and then we can
all talk about it.

Do you have any plans today?

I might walk down
to Yew Tree Farm.

I'll give you a
lift if you'd like.

Has Rose left already?

I think so.

She planned to get an
early train to York.

She wanted to spend all
day with her Russians,

which is nice to see.
-Are you ready to go?

Edith is getting so
fond of that little girl.

I only hope she isn't
driving the mother mad.

Mr. Carson, please may
I make a telephone call?

Don't make it a habit.

I'm-- I'm sorry to ask, but
I wonder if I might be alone.

If you wish.

Hello.

I've been reading your
advertisement in the London

Magazine, Choose Your Own Path.

This is me.
We'll talk soon.

We're settled.

Now we just have
to get organised.

Oh, what is the latest
from your ageing Romeo?

If it's of interest, I
haven't heard anything from him

since you and I last met.

Oh, how disappointing.

To you, perhaps.

Not especially to me.

By the way, how is Spratt?

Well, I think.

Why do you ask?

He wasn't there
to open the door.

I wondered if he might be ill.

Oh, no, no.
He's not ill.

He-- no, he's in Liverpool.

His niece got married
yesterday and Spratt

had to take her down the aisle.

Seems rather unlikely to think
of Spratt with a private life.

Mm, yes, unlikely and
extremely inconvenient.

But you can't begrudge
him that, surely.

Servants are human beings too.

Yes, but preferably
only on their days off.

[BELL RINGING]

So they want to take this
witness business further.

I'm afraid so.

It's a young woman, apparently.

She was on her way to meet a
friend by the Statue of Eros

in Piccadilly.

Now, she swears she heard
Green speak as she walked by.

It was clatter from
traffic, but she heard

him say, why have you come?

Who was he talking to?

She couldn't see.

She's quite short.

She was behind his back.

She looked up when he spoke,
but it was only to see

him falling to the road.

She kept very quiet about it.

Well, it was in the
paper, and of course,

they said it was an accident.

But that phrase haunted her.

Why have you come?

Until at last, she felt
she had to report it.

I still don't see
what brings you here.

Green complained of
a quarrel while he

was staying at Downton.

He felt badly treated.

He was angry about it.

And he told Lord
Gillingham's other servants.

Why didn't they
report it before?

Because everyone
thought his death

was an accident until now.

I'm sorry, but as I remember,
he was in high spirits

while he was here.

Rather too high, if
you get my meaning.

He had the maids and the
footmen playing racing demon

and screaming the house down.

So you have no
reason to believe

he fell out with anyone.

Not at all.

He was rather a bumptious type,
but if anyone objected to that,

it was me.

Isobel was asking
about your travels.

She's coming for dinner, so
you can tell her yourself.

Another cup of tea, my lord?

Thank you, no.

You can show her your sketches.

Where are they, anyway?

Can't we see them?

Now that you're back,
a building company's

been in touch.

They want to put up 50 houses.

50?

Modest ones.

He's got his eye
on Pip's Corner.

He wants to widen the lane
to the green to give access

to the centre of the village.

They want to buy Pip's Corner?

They want to build
on Pip's Corner.

We would take a
percentage of their sales.

It's a good offer.

I won't have 50
ugly modern houses

built over a field of mine.

Well, we don't have
to make a decision now.

Hello, darling.

Hello, Sybbie.

Now let's go and
sit by the fire.

I want to hear all about your--

The police must've muddled
Downton with some other place.

I expect they did.

You don't remember any bad
feeling involving Mr. Green,

do you?
-No.

Well, better get moving.

They'll be down in a minute.

Oh, Mr. Carson, there's a
telephone call for Mr. Barrow.

Then go and find
him, Mr. Mosley,

seeing as you're the
first footman now.

Are you free for a moment?

I've not got long.

No, well, it won't take long.

I've had a letter from
my sister, the mother

of my nephew, Archie.

He was shot, wasn't he?

Poor boy.

Yes, he was shot,
for cowardice.

Um, his parents live
in Farsley, near Leeds.

Now, the Farsley
people are putting up

their own memorial like we are.

That's nice.

Well, it is and it isn't.

You see, the locals only know
that Archie died in the war.

They'll expect to see
his name among the rest.

Yes.

But the committee won't
put him on the list.

He's-- he's not
worthy, apparently.

So says the War Office.

I am sorry.

That must be terribly
upsetting for her.

Well, it-- it brings
it back for us, you see.

It brings it back, and it-- it
makes his death nothing at all.

I wish I could do something.

Well, I did just
wonder, I mean,

if she were able to say he'd
been included in our memorial

because of a family
connection, well then,

no one would wonder
why he was missing

from the one in Farsley.

Have you spoken to Mr. Carson?

No.

I was hoping you might do that.
-Me?

Everyone knows you can twist
him around your little finger.

Then everyone is wrong.

Well, will you
have a go, please?

[KNOCKING]

We're about to start
the Hollandaise,

so we've got time if it curdles.

Right, right.

I'm coming.
Please?

I hope you're not too
tired after your exertions.

Oh, my lady, I'm
not tired, exactly.

Well, good.

I'm glad if the
wedding was a success.

Oh, the wedding was a success.

Yes.

Spratt, I have told
you before, I do not

appreciate a man of mystery.

If you have something
to say, say it.

I would, your
ladyship, but it may not

be quite right for me to tell.

Well, if that is the
case, then do not say it.

Do you have some other business?

Only that it may not be mine
to tell, but it is, in a way,

yours.

You're testing me, Spratt.

And I warn you,
being tested does

not bring out the best in me.

No, your ladyship.

I will not repeat myself.

Either impart this
piece of information,

if you can empower
yourself to do so, or go.

Very well.

I hope Lady Mary enjoyed
her time in Liverpool.

What?

I was standing
outside the Grand Hotel

this morning, milady,
when I saw her

come out with her suitcases.

She was accompanied by Lord
Gillingham, who had clearly

also been staying in the hotel.

Well, yes.

They were both staying there.

They were attending
an informal conference

of northern land owners.

Lord Gillingham
thought Lady Mary might

derive some benefit from it.

So you knew about it?

Of course I did.

Why are you-- what did you
imagine you were witnessing?

Well--

Nothing vulgar, I hope.

Nothing beneath the dignity
of a butler of this house.

Oh, nothing of
that sort, milady.

I am glad to hear it.

Now if you will be
good enough to let

me drink my brandy in peace.

Your ladyship.

You don't think Mr. Bates ever
knew it was Mr. Green, did you?

What are you asking me for?

I don't know anything
you don't know.

Anyway, Mr. Carson
wasn't impressed

by the sound of the witness.

But they could make out
he was in London that day,

couldn't they?

He left at dawn.

He was back late.

They all say he could
have managed it.

Even if Mr. Bates
was in London,

we've no reason to suppose he
had anything to do with it.

What do you mean, even
if he was in London?

Do you think he was?

I don't know if he
was there or not.

Why would I if you don't?

They'll find out
about Mr. Green.

They'll find out what he did.

How?

There's no one in this
house knows except you,

me, and Lady Marian.

She won't give it away.

No, I don't think she will.

There you are, then.

But they'll find out somehow.

Course you must bring
them, if you want to.

Oh, they do so
love an excursion.

Well, it'll be fun.

And I'll come and help.

What are you going
to do in London?

I have a fitting
with Mr. Molyneux.

He's over from Paris.

The dowager Lady Grantham is on
the telephone for you, milady.

-Thank you.
-Will you stay at Rosamund's?

If she'll have me.

Robert, any chance
you could come, too?

I'm afraid I can't have a
dreary meeting all afternoon.

What about you, Edith?

I'm going to take Mr. Bricker
up on his offer to show

me the National Gallery.

I'm watching little Marigold.

Mrs. Drew is taking the youngest
boy to the dentist in Thurs.

Get someone else to step in.

-I said I'll do it.
-Rose?

We're taking my
Russians to Howarth

to see where the Brontes lived.

What will they
make of the Brontes?

Oh, good things, surely.

Hopeless lovers wandering
over a desolate moor.

If it wasn't Emily Bronte,
it could be Tolstoy or Gogol.

Well, that's why I want
to bring them to Downton.

So they can compare the
old Chekhovian chateau

with the way the English do it.

Won't that make them unhappy?

A little nostalgic, maybe,
but they seem to enjoy that.

We have some Russian
things here from when Papa

and Mama went there in 1874.

I should look them out.

What did your grandmother want?

She wondered if I'll
have time to look

in tomorrow, that's all.

I hope your flurry of
telephonic communication

does not involve bad
news, Mr. Barrow.

My father's ill, Mr. Carson.

I am sorry.

Will you need time off?

Well, I ought to
leave in the morning.

Really?

If you want me
to see him alive.

Oh my heaven, of course I do.

Of course you must go.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I remember your
father very well.

Don't pretend.

You could care less.

I've known your family
for a good long time.

I may not want to be your
spy, but nothing changes that.

If you say so.

Your dad was always kind to me.

Was he?

Because he was never
very kind to me.

-You're quiet.
-Am I?

I don't mean to be.

I was thinking we might
get out for a night

when we're due time off.

Somewhere peaceful,
away from here.

Do you ever wonder what it
would be like to go to a place

where no one knows us?

And just start again?

Why do you say that?

I'm being stupid, that's why.

I hear you're getting on well
with your mathematics, Daisy.

An extra feather in your cap.

Yes it is.

But now I wonder--

You wonder what?

Well, should I stop there?

That's enough, Daisy.

Come and carry the spotted dick.

Good night, Baxter.

Milady, I hope you don't
mind, but I would like to know

whether I'm staying or going.

You're right.

I have made you wait
an unreasonable time.

I just feel I need to plan,
if you've come to a decision.

I have.

I think I have.

Tomorrow I want you
to tell me the missing

element of your story.

If you do, I'll
give you a decision.

Is everything
planned for the trip?

It is.

I'm looking forward to it.
-Really?

I'm afraid I find those journeys
more of a slog these days.

Do you ever think of the war?

What do you mean?

How it was.

When the girls are
working with the officers,

and I was running
everything with Barrow.

I don't remember
Mary doing much.

Sometimes I find myself
thinking how busy we were,

how useful.

Oh, you can't wish
those days back again.

Well, I wouldn't admit
it outside this room.

What was that business
about building

houses at Pip's Corner?

Nothing to trouble you with.

So you had fun?

Don't ask me to elaborate.

Have you set the date
for the wedding, milady?

No.

He's not trying
to get out of it?

No, but there's no hurry.

We don't have to rush into it.

By the way, would you do me
the greatest possible favour?

I will if I can.

Would you hide
this in the cottage?

You mean the thing?

Well, I can't leave it here.

Suppose Mrs. Hughes found
it, or Edith, or Mama.

Please, take it.

And the book.

There must be some corner
cupboard in the cottage

where nobody ever goes.

Very well, milady.

Thank you.

But I do feel I'm aiding
and abetting a sin,

and I just I hope I
won't be made to pay.

I gather the local
bobby was here today.

Carson said a witness turned
up who'd seen that man die.

But wasn't it a
crowded pavement?

Surely there were
hundreds of witnesses.

This one says she
heard Mr. Green

talking just before he fell.

Sergeant Willis was asking if
he'd quarrelled with anyone

when he was at Downton.

Why?

Mr. Green had
told the people he

worked with that
he'd been treated

badly while he was here.

He was treated badly?

I know, but we have
to be on our guard.

I mean, I'm sure Mr. Bates
never knew it was him.

But if they find out what
Mr. Green did, then--

There can't be any
evidence against Bates.

They'd have found it by now.

What are you doing?

Nothing!

Is this a mysterious
present for me?

No, it's something
of Lady Mary's.

-What is it?
-That's private.

For her.

Then why is she
giving it to you?

Because she wants
me to keep it.

Why are you putting me off?

I'm not doing any such thing!

Add the name of a
coward to our memorial?

Are you quite well?

Mr. Carson, surely by now we
know enough about shell shock

to be more understanding than
we were at the start of the war.

Look, I don't mean
to sound cruel.

The lad was obviously troubled,
and off his head for all

we know, and I'm sorry for him.

I'm sorry for his family.

I'm sorry for Mrs. Patmore.

Well then--

But is it fair to
the millions of men

who stood by their
posts, up to their waists

in mud, terrified
out of their wits,

yet determined to do their
best for king and country?

What do you mean?

Well, is it fair to say to
them your sacrifice weighs

just the same as the man
who abandoned his duty

and ran for it?
-I--

I'm sorry, Mrs. Hughes.

But I don't think
it's right to make

so little of the gift
those young men gave

us when they died.

I see.

I hoped I'd catch
you before we go.

Oh, yes.

She's given me an ultimatum.

What's she said?

Time to either tell her the
rest of my story or leave.

And if you do tell her,
does that mean you can stay?

She wouldn't commit herself.

So what will you do?

I don't know.

There is a story, and maybe
she has a right to hear it.

But once it's told, I want it
back in the ground and buried.

-Then make that your condition.
-What?

She's made conditions.

So can you.

The worst that can happen is
that she refuses and you go,

which will happen anyway
if you say nothing.

You don't think he'll relent?

I'm afraid not.

I just wanted to be
sure you knew there

will only be four for dinner.

She's told you, then,

I have.

They'd never have allowed it.

Is that so?

But I don't want you to
think that I'm unsympathetic.

Yes, well, sympathy
butters no parsnips.

I'd better get on.

What's the matter with her?

She's had bad news.

Oh, by the way, Mr. Carson?

Yes, Daisy?

You wouldn't mind if I were to
sit an examination, would you?

I mean, not now, but
when I'm ready for it.

That's a question for Mrs.
Patmore or Mrs. Hughes.

But you don't object?

Well, since you ask,
I'm not convinced

that any of this extra work
is necessary for your place

in the scheme of things.

Mr. Carson, Sergeant
Willis is here.

My advice, Daisy,
is to go as far

in life as God and luck allow.

Are you sure about this?

I'm never convinced
that surprises are

all they're cracked up to be.

Don't be silly.

I'll give her a real treat.

I thought we might go dancing.

I've heard the new band at
Claridge's is marvellous.

Does Aunt Rosamund
know you're coming?

I'll tell her when I get there.

She won't mind.

They were just going to have
supper together and go to bed.

Ah, Bates.

Mr. Carson said you were
looking for me, my lord.

My meeting's been cancelled.

I've decided to run out
to London for the night.

Would you make up a bag for me?

Black tie, I think, not white.

Would you like me
to come with you?

No need.
I'll be back tomorrow.

Mr. Bates.

Ah, that's it.

He didn't like Mr. Bates.

Not at all.

And we know now that he said
so to Lord Gillingham's butler.

Well, I don't remember that.

He mentioned Mr. Bates by name?

He called in the valet, and
there isn't another, is there?

Not now.
-You do surprise me.

Mr. Bates keeps
himself to himself.

You won't mind
if I talk to him?

Not at all.

Be my guest.

Take a seat and
I'll send for him.

Thank you, Spratt.

I trust you enjoyed your
stay in Liverpool, milady.

You found it extremely
interesting, didn't you, dear?

Yes, I did.

I think we'll have some tea.

Thank you, Spratt.

Very good, your ladyship.

Obviously, it's very shocking
to someone of your generation.

Don't let us hide behind
the changing times, my dear.

This is shocking to
most people in 1924.

Yes.

Can we be confident that there
will be no unwanted epilogue?

You can be quite sure.

Well, I must say,
that makes a-- a nice--

A nice what?

A nice kettle of fish.

Is there any chance
of a proposal?

Every chance.

He already has.

He wants to set the date.

Oh.

Oh, I see.

Well, I'm not saying I
approve, because I don't.

But it does put things in
rather a different light.

Yes.

When will you announce it?

I'm not sure.

We haven't decided.

Then you'd better
get on with it.

If I was seduced by
a man, I would not

let any grass grow
under his feet

if he'd offered to
do the decent thing.

I wasn't seduced, Granny.

A young woman of good
family who finds herself

in the bed of a man
who is not her husband

has invariably been seduced.

She couldn't have gone to bed
with him of her own free will?

Not if she was the
daughter of an earl.

Oh, there you are, Spratt.

Lady Mary's been telling me
all about her conference.

I hope you found it
interesting, milady.

I learned a great deal
that I never knew before.

Thank you, Spratt.

I've had the journey
to think about it.

Baxter and I accept
your condition.

We have plenty of time.

I don't have to be
anywhere until later.

At the house in Ovington
Square, there was a footman.

His name was Coyle.

Peter Coyle.

He was very handsome,
and after a while,

I could do nothing
but by his permission.

He was a cruel man, although
I couldn't see it then.

At least-- I could
see it, really.

He was nasty, and he made
me nasty, and I embraced it.

Tell me about the robbery.

He handed in his notice,
and on the last night,

I took the jewels.

He wanted them all,
but I only took some.

And you gave them
to him and he left.

He said where to
meet him the next day,

and I thought he'd be there.

But he never came.

I never saw him after.

He got clean away.

And you took the blame.

But why?

I was ashamed.

I let him change me.

I had abandoned
everything I believed

to please a worthless man.

Surely if you told
the police now--

No, milady.

I won't bring it back to life.

Leave him be.

As it is, he'll never know
a day's happiness, for there

is nothing good in him.

So what might you
have done in York

that would place you there?

Now, let me think.

I posted a letter, I
remember, to an old army pal.

Would he still have it?

That I couldn't tell you.

Anything else?

I made inquiries
at a shoe shop.

Do you recall which one?

Brown's in Queen Street.

They were opening up.

Then I had a cup of
coffee at the Royal York,

and I went back there
for a drink later

on before I caught
the train home.

In the middle of the day?

I walked around, really.

I had a sandwich at lunchtime
in some pub or other.

Let me think.

Don't worry.

I've got enough.

Thank you for your time.

No need to frown, Mrs. Bates.
Just routine.

But why would Mr. Green say
such things about Mr. Bates?

Who knows?

Anyway, everything
seems to be in order.

Good day to you.

I don't know why
Mr. Green would

want to make trouble for you.

Well, I never liked him, so
I suppose he never liked me.

Yes, but to invent a quarrel,
then tell the world about it.

It's as if he were expecting
me to make trouble first,

and so he was covering
himself in case I did.

It does seem like
that, doesn't it?

I have to get a mark out
of His Lordship's tails.

Go.

Of course.
You go.

Every figure shows a
different kind of reverence.

Some eager, some
contemplative, some amazed.

Even the magpie seems
to have been struck dumb.

You're very sharp.

Umbria was full of magpies.

So Della Francesca choose a
bird known for its chatter,

and made it silent in wonder.

How beautiful it is.

I think your picture may
be a study for this angel.

There are elements
common to both.

It was painted at
the end of his life.

I envy him, to have been able
to create something like this

when death was closing in.

I'd love to think
that I could still

do something that
people talk about

more than four centuries later.

You don't sound very confident.

I doubt they'll remember
anything I've done

by the time my body's cold.

Well, I'm sure that's not true.

You're not, but I
like you for saying it.

Come and look at this one.

I'm afraid I'm taking up
far too much of your time.

Not true.

I'm enjoying myself.

Milady!

Milady?

You there?

Milady?

Wait here.
Wait here.

I didn't know where you were.

Oh, you're back.

She's been no trouble at all.

You should have gone
when Tim got home, milady.

I was enjoying myself.

That's very kind, I'm sure.

Hello.

Well, I suppose
I should be off.

Unless you'd like me stay
whilst you settle Billy.

That's generous, milady,
but there's no need.

Good.
Right.

I'll be off, then.

Can I look in tomorrow?

You must be so busy.

Why don't I come
in, and then you

can turn me out if you like?

[BABY BABBLING]

Goodbye, darling.
Bye.

Bye.

-Honestly, Tim.
-She'll hear you.

Let her get away.

I can't manage it much longer.

I'm sorry if she's lonely.

I'm sorry she wants a child.

But she can't have
ours, and that's flat.

You're not being reasonable.

Just now, I thought
she'd taken her.

I did, truly.

I wish we'd never started it.

But think what she could do
for the girl if she's a mind to.

In 10 years or 15!

We ought to live together in
an happy threesome until then.

Is that what you want?
-Me?

I thought she was
soft on you, but maybe

it's the other way around.

You're the one who's soft!

Soft in the head!

She keeps being engaged.

I wonder if there's
a fault on the line.

I'll send a telegram.

I don't know.

I probably should go back.

I'm in quite the wrong
clothes for dinner.

Please.

You said yourself she wouldn't
mind, and as for your clothes,

you'll be the best looking
woman in the Ritz dining room,

whatever you're wearing.

Oh, golly.

That's cheered me up.
-I mean it.

I so want to hear what you
have to say about it all.

I can't think why.

I don't know anything.

Nonsense.

You have an instinct for the
key elements of every picture.

They speak to you.

I envy that.

Well, I probably shouldn't,
but I guess I will.

I won't stay out late, though.

Don't worry.

You'll be home and safe ere
the clock strikes 12:00.

A lot sooner than that, please.

But surely if Bates
convinced Willis

that he was in York that day--

I only said it may not be over.

But why not?

The sergeant's a nice man,
but he's not the brightest

button in the box.

According to Mr.
Carson, Mr. Bates

told the sergeant he visited
a shoe shop as it was opening.

The shoe shop is
on Queen Street, 10

minutes' walk from the station.

Oh.

He also had a cup of coffee
at the Royal York, which

operates as a station hotel.

You mean he still had time
to get to London and back.

Do you think Carson
registered any of this?

I doubt it.

And he wouldn't give Mr.
Bates away if he did.

But there's a
danger that Sergeant

Willis, or someone he talks to,
may put two and two together.

They'd still have to prove it.

Yes, they would
still need proof.

Let's keep a hold of that.

I had such a nice evening.

Me too.

I love London.

Sometimes I forget
how much, but I do.

I remember when I first
arrived-- you don't

want to hear about all that.

But I do.

London scared me at first.

I'd only been in a schoolroom
a few months before,

but my mother was eager.

Why especially?

We weren't really the
first rank in Cincinnati.

Still less when we
moved to New York.

My father was Jewish,
and the money was new.

But there was a lot of
it, and I was pretty.

I suppose I can say that,
now I'm an old lady.

And she thought you'd
make a better match

this side of the Atlantic.

And suddenly, here I was
in these vast ballrooms,

and all the other girls
seemed to know what to do

and what to wear
and how to flirt.

I bet you were more
beautiful than all of them.

More original, more real.

I certainly got a lot of
names on my dance cards.

Listen to me bragging.

Please forgive me.

I never talk about myself.

Why did I say all that?

Because I'm interested.

Well, it's time for me to stop.

We're nearly there.

Can't we pretend we're not, and
walk around the square again?

The truth is, I am
quite lightheaded.

Going out for a
night on the town

seems more my daughter's
territory than my own.

You can't know what
a good time I had.

Please may we do it again?

I doubt it.

But I hear the offer
as a compliment.

Rosamund, I hope
you got my cable.

But I've had such--

Such a what?

Such a nice time.

Robert, I didn't know you
were coming up to London!

You never gave me a clue!

It was meant to be a surprise.

I got a table at Claridge's so
we could make a night of it.

I am sorry.

Should we telephone?

Don't worry.

I cancelled everything when
we got Mr. Bricker's telegram.

Where's Rosamund?

Upstairs.

She gave me your
dinner and went to bed.

I'm dreadfully sorry.

So you said.

Wait a minute.

I don't see that I've done
anything to make you angry.

No?

I travelled to London in
order to give my wife a treat,

only to find she's out
dining with another man.

Mr. Bricker wanted to
discuss the paintings.

Rosamund had said she
needed an early night.

Why was it so wrong for me
to accept his invitation?

Bricker was interested
in discussing

the pictures with you?
-Yes.

Is that is so
difficult to believe?

That an art expert would
find your observations

on the work of Piero Della
Francesca impossible to resist?

Yes, it is hard to believe.

I'm going to bed.

Cora.

It's quite all right.

You said what you think, and
you've every right to do so.

Tell me, does Edith seem
very distracted to you?

I'm not sure I'd notice.

Well, she does to me.

As if she were always
thinking about something else.

I might say the same of you.

It can be hard to know
what to do for the best.

You don't want to hurt
people, but you may have to.

I know exactly what you mean.

Sorry.
That just slipped out.

Are you talking about Tony?

Maybe.

I don't know.

I'm not sure.

I was beginning to think
you'd settled on him.

I had, I think.

But now I seem to
have unsettled.

Goodness, I haven't
said it out loud before.

So what's he done wrong?

Nothing.

We'd never spent much time
together until recently,

and when we did, I
began to wonder how

much we really had in common.

How recent was this
time you spent together?

Very recent.

Are we talking about your
so-called sketching trip?

Because I never believed
in that for a moment.

The point is, I wasn't seeing
him clearly, but now I do.

He's a nice man.

A very nice man.

But not-- I mean, of course
we'd talked about things.

But I think my judgement
was rather clouded by--

By what Miss
Eleanor Glynn likes

to write about in her novels?

Maybe.

But I seem to have
got over that now.

Well, I won't ask how.

Please don't.

Well, I'll back you
up if you support me.

Are we talking
about Miss Bunting,

or your move to America?

I'm not sure.

Either, or both.

Well, you're asking a lot.

I'm not very keen
on Miss Bunting.

And I can't bear the
thought of your leaving.

Well, if you love
me, you'll support me.

Then I suppose I'll have to.

I was wondering about
Rose's Russian tea.

Shall we go together?

When is it?

This afternoon.

Oh, good heavens, I've
forgotten all about it.

Well, I'm not sure
I have the energy.

Oh, but you must come.

You've been to Russia.

None of us have.

Did you get to know any
when you were there?

Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.

Well, did you
keep up with them?

Oh, I'm afraid not.

No, an unlucky friend
is tiresome enough.

An unlucky acquaintance
is intolerable.

You're all heart.

-We're back.
-Oh, phew!

I was terrified you
were going to miss it.

No, not likely.

By the way, before
I left, I asked

Pattinson to look out
the Russian things

from my father's visit there.
Did it happen?

Oh, it did.

And they'll be so thrilled.

If we're going to do it, we
might as well do it properly.

Don't you agree, Mrs. Patmore?

Yes, my lord.

What's the matter with her?

Nothing for you to worry about.

Well, I'm not worried,
but what is it?

Something beneath
your lordship's notice.

She'll get over it.

There's not nearly
enough lemon.

Shall I go down and tell them?

No, I'll do it.

Tony!

I don't believe it.

What's going on?

Don't ask.

Rose wanted to invite
some Russians for tea,

and it's turned into
a jubilee celebration.

How was London?

Oh, how is it always?

Large and noisy.

Lady Grantham, Isobel.

Well, I wanted to see you.

You spent a day
in a car for that?

Yes.

I didn't want to nag
you over the telephone

when if I drove up, we could
make our plans together.

Good afternoon, my dear.

Granny!

Granny, there's something
I'd love to show you.

Hello, Lord Gillingham.

It's very nice of
you to come for this.

Well, I came to
see Mary, really.

Of course you did.

And so you should.

You're always very kind
to me, Mrs. Crawley.

Thank you.
-I don't think I am.

Yes you are.

And I want you to know
that I appreciate it.

I'm sorry to add
to your labours.

Don't worry, milady.

I'll have them
sliced in no time.

Daisy, are you ready?

Daisy's busy, I'm afraid.

-I've got too much on.
-Why?

What's happening?

Oh, there's a big tea for
the Russian refugees I help.

Your displaced Tsarist aristos.

Well, of course, you could
always stay if you like.

Lots to eat.

I hope his arrival means
you intend to make it public.

Darling Granny, you know
how much I value your advice.

Which means you
intend to ignore it.

The point is, I won't
be hurried into anything.

Not by you or by him.

If you weren't
certain, why on earth

did you go to bed with him?

Well, in my day, a lady
was incapable of feeling

physical attraction until
she'd been instructed

to do so by her mama.

I don't believe that.

Seriously, my dear, you have
to take control of your feelings

before they take control of you.

Baxter.

Milady.

I've thought a lot about
what you told me yesterday,

and I still think you
should report Mr. Coyle.

I won't, milady.

And if that makes a difference--

It won't.
You may stay.

Thank you.

Thank you so much.

Have you seen what we've
dug out for the Ruskies?

Well, I say we.

Of course, it was
Pattinson who did it.

Does it matter?

We both know you place
no value on my opinions.

Cora, I was cross.

I had travelled the length of
England to spend the evening

with you, and you had gone out.

Aren't I allowed to be cross?

You're allowed to
be cross, but you're

not allowed to be unjust.

Now, would you excuse me?

I think they're here.

Milady.

Mr. Drew is at the
back door downstairs.

He's asking for you.

Should I ask him to come up?
-No, no.

I'll go down.

They told me you were here.

I didn't know you
were entertaining.

It doesn't matter.

What is it?

Tell me there's
nothing wrong, please.

There's nothing
wrong with Marigold.

Thank God.

No.

What's wrong is Margie.

I know I've annoyed her.

I'm afraid you must
stay away, milady.

That's all.

Not forever.

But for now, you must stay away.

[CRYING]

Milady.

Do you have, ah, Russian
connections, Miss Bunting?

No.
I'm here under false pretences.

Nonsense.

You're very welcome.

What is that woman doing here?

Rose found her in the kitchen
and asked her to join us.

-Why?
-Don't be silly.

She had to!

Why do you let her
irritate you so?

How dare you say
such things to me?

I don't think she meant any--

She curses the name of
our Holy Father, the Tsar!

I said he was misguided
in his policies.

No no no no no.

I can't listen to this.

Lady Rose, would you
please arrange for us

to return to York immediately?

Oh, but before
you go, won't you

come and see the mementos
of the wedding of Tsar

Alexander II's daughter?

Lord Grantham had them put
out especially for you to see.

You have Romanoff's
relics here?

My parents went to
Saint Petersburg in 1874.

When Queen Victoria's
son Prince Alfred married

the Grand Duchess Maria.

Grand Duchess Maria!

Those words.

They already make me weep.

Oh dear!

Oh, we can't have that.

Thank you.

Now do you see why
she irritates me?

Tom, keep her under control.
-She only wants--

I feel rather guilty.

I thought they'd enjoy
the things we found.

Oh, no, they are enjoying them.

What were you doing in Russia?

Oh, Lord Grantham was in the
household of Prince Alfred,

and we went to Saint
Petersburg for their wedding.

I suppose it was very splendid.

Oh, you've no idea.

Receptions and balls,
glittering parades,

rides in a horse drawn
sleigh, flying across the snow

at midnight.

Excuse me.

Make way, make-- make way.

Oh, how funny.

I wondered what had
happened to that fan.

That wasn't given
to your father.

It was given to me.
-Who by?

The Tsar?

No, no, not by the Tsar, no.

No, no, we were at a ball
in the Winter Palace,

and it was-- oh, it was so hot.

There were icicles
outside the window,

but the rooms were as
hot as the tropics.

I was wearing this
pale blue velvet,

trimmed with silver lace.

And then I gave you this fan.

You hid it in your
reticule, in case

Lord Grantham should be angry.

Oh, good heavens.

I hope you can
forgive me, but when

I knew the others
are coming, I could

not resist the temptation.

This is amazing.

You know each other?

You met in Saint Petersburg?
-We did.

Allow me to present
my son, Lord Grantham.

Prince Kuragin.

I'm flattered to be remembered.

How is the princess?

Well, I hope.
-I don't know.

Why don't we go back to the
hall and have some more tea?

-Thank you.
-Thank you.

Granny has a past.

Thank heavens papa and Aunt
Rosamund were already born,

or we could spin all
sorts of fairy tales.

How's it going?

There seems to be a good
deal of emotion being vented

among the guests in the library,
but then, they are foreigners.

Right.
Now, I must get on.

Stop giving me
such knowing looks.

I met the prince
when I was travelling

with your grandfather.

Nothing could have
been more respectable.

Whatever you say.

Away with your
impertinent conclusions.

My only conclusion is this.

I know now you
understand my predicament

far better than you let on.

Have you made plans to
see your admirer again?

Drive on.

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