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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[BELL RINGING]

[CHAIRS SLIDING]

Oh, Mr. Barrow.

You're back.

I'm afraid you've
missed our luncheon,

but you're in time
to help upstairs.

Maybe there's something left.

Don't bother.

I'm not hungry.

Charming as ever, I see.

How's your father doing?

Ah, much better as it happens.

In fact, he's quite well again.

That's good news.

Yes.
It is.

TOM: You remember we're
meeting Mr. Wavell at 3:00?

At Pip's Corner?

Very clearly.

But I don't see the point in it
since I'm not going to agree.

He's driven all
the way from Leeds.

I had a letter
from your father.

He says he's in
London for a visit?

CORA: Shrimpy's in England?

Have you made any
plans to see him?

Not yet.

He wonders if you might
let him stay here?

CORA: 'Course.
Whenever he wants.

ROBERT: Is Susan with him?

No.

Their time's up soon and
she couldn't face the voyage

twice in less than a year.

Where will they send
him, do you think?

After Bombay?

How are your
Russians getting on?

Oh, it's so sad.

They talk about the old days.

Dances at the Winter
Palace, picnics

on the banks of the Neva.

But there are holes
in their shoes

and they've got
no money for food.

This is where Tom says
it serves them right.

Well, you're correct
I don't approve of how

things were managed in Russia.

But I'm still sorry for people
who have to make a new life

in a foreign land from scratch.

Honestly Papa, every
time you challenge Tom,

you sound much more
unreasonable than he is.

ROBERT: Do I?

How's your old beau
managing, Mama?

Prince Thingamajig?

[LAUGHS] He's not my old beau.

Your father would have
called out any man

who said such a thing.

Even so, I do hope
you see him again.

Poor old boy.

You don't know
anything about it.

[CHURCH BELL TOLLING]

ROBERT: How far would
the houses stretch?

TOM: Well, the
whole field really.

ROBERT: But why can't
they be built in the row

like the other streets?

They sell more quickly
as separate dwellings.

And we get a percentage
of the sales.

So we're paid once, and in
return the field is lost,

the village is spoiled
and Mr. Wavell moves on

in search of his next victim.

Why didn't you tell them
we were coming here today?

VIOLET: Oh, I just--

ISOBEL: They'll find out
as soon as Rose gets home.

I didn't want to be a topic
for the rest of luncheon.

ISOBEL: But what
are we here for?

VIOLET: Oh, something's
been troubling me.

Oh, why on earth didn't we
get a taxi from the station?

We must be mad.

Well, we'll get a taxi home.

That's for sure.

It's saying it's in the crypt.

VIOLET: Oh Isobel, I didn't
think it would be like this.

ISOBEL: No.
Neither did I.

[CONVERSATIONS IN RUSSIAN]

ROSE: Ah, Aunt Violet?

Mrs. Crawley?

You never said you were coming.

We wanted to surprise you.

Oh.

You've succeeded.

Oh, there he is.

I must be the last person
you expected to see.

No.
I thought you would come.

I brought my
cousin, Mrs. Crawley.

Do you remember Rostov?

Count Rostov, I think.

COUNT ROSTOV: Thank you.

Yes, please ladies.

PRINCE KURAGIN: Please.

Sit.

I'm sorry I--

Thank you.

I didn't say very much
at-- thank you-- at Downton.

But I was-- I was so surprised.

You haven't changed.

I have.

It's true.

Then you were the young
and beautiful Countess

of Grantham turning
eyes in a ballroom,

or out in your carriage.

Now you are the great lady--
imperious, magnificent.

But these are two
sides of the same coin.

Your life has not much
altered in half a century.

It doesn't seem so to me.

Whereas the handsome and
powerful Prince Kuragin,

with his thousands of acres
and his golden palaces,

that man does not exist.

Not anymore.

MR. CARSON: Oh, Mr. Molesley.

I put out some
silver to be cleaned.

I'd be grateful if
you could see to it.

Uh, very good, Mr. Carson.

I was looking for Mr. Barrow.

He's gone out.

Precisely.

But then I thought no, this
is down to Mr. Molesley.

After all, he is
the first footman.

Oh.

I've thought a
good deal about what

you said the other day when
I asked after the princess.

That I don't know
how or where she is?

It's true.

[SIGHS] We were
arrested together.

And uh, when I
came out of prison,

I heard she'd been
exiled a year earlier.

There must be someone
in authority who--

Who?

The Soviet ambassador?

[LAUGHS] Do you think he
cares where Princess Irina

Kuragin is presently lodged?

Well, what about
the Foreign Office?

PRINCE KURAGIN: [SCOFFS]
Do they help the losing

side in any revolution?

No.

You mustn't give up hope.

PRINCE KURAGIN: When you
go through storm like ours,

you give up hope quite
early on in the proceedings.

VIOLET: I agree.

Hope is a tease designed to
prevent us accepting reality.

Oh, you only say
that to sound clever.

I know.

You should try it.

I want to call in
the blacksmith's.

I'll see you back at the house.

Mrs. Patmore?

Oh, good afternoon, my lord.
My lady.

I wish I knew what
that was about.

And why the funny look when I
asked after Shrimpy at lunch?

MARY: I suspect
he's come to tell

Rose they're getting a divorce.

ROBERT: Are you serious?

I'm afraid so.

He's hinted at it in
his letters, apparently.

And I gather things
have not been improving.

ROBERT: That's the
end of his career.

You've said yourself the
Malburys have survived divorce.

Well, the Malburys
are very rich.

Shrimpy hasn't got a bean.

People will drop them
like hot potatoes.

Will we drop Shrimpy?

Susan's your cousin, not him.

No.

I won't take sides,
whatever Susan wants.

Would you give me
a hand with these?

When are you leaving?

Lady Mary wants to
get the eight o'clock.

She's going to a dress show with
Lady Rosamund in the afternoon.

I'll miss you.

So I should hope.

Are you all right?

I hope you haven't let
this sergeant worry you.

No, he doesn't worry me.

I just wish we could all
forget about Mr. Green.

ISOBEL: Why did you want
me to go with you today?

Oh, it's just in case
things turned mawkish.

I prevent Lord Merton saying
anything to embarrass you.

I wanted the same
protection myself.

I presume you and
Prince Kuragin were

once attracted to each other.

Attracted to each other?

Is that what you call it?

As it happens, he asked
me to run away with him.

But you didn't go.

No.

Lord Grantham gave me a
frame by Faberge with two

pictures of the children in it.

And I saw sense.

Lord Grantham sounds rather
more subtle than I'd realised.

Like all Englishmen
of his type,

he hid his qualities beneath
a thick blanket of convention.

So I didn't see who he
really was at first.

It was lucky you
found out in time.

If it was in time.

[SIGHS] I forget.

Daisy!

Will you put those bally
books away and come and help!

And where are the pastry
casings for the first course?

I'll make them now.

Well, you should
have made them before!

What is all that?

I'm studying the Glorious
Revolution of 1688.

Well, there'll be a
glorious revolution down

here if you don't watch it!

Huh, did you hear that in there?

I mean, mathematics
is one thing.

She's studying to be
a revolutionary now!

MRS. HUGHES: I hope
there's no cooking

going on up in your room.

I should find out
what he's up to.

I'm sure it's nothing.

[KNOCKING]

Lord Merton?

Oh. [LAUGHS] I uh, well,
that is-- uh, you're here.

Well, hadn't you
better come in?

Thank you.

Well, how can I help?

I nearly flunked it.

But I've put it
off so many times.

And as I was sitting all
alone at luncheon today,

I just thought, no.

I'm jolly well going
over there to say it.

I do hope this won't be
something you'll regret.

You may regret it.
I won't.

Very well.
I'm listening.

I really should go
down on one knee.

But I fear I'd never
get up again. [LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

I'm sure you realise
by now, I'm asking

for your hand in marriage.

Dear Lord Merton, you see--

Please.
Please.

I want to be quite clear.

I'm not speaking out of
loneliness, or with a view

to my comfort.

I'm sure.

No.

You're not.

When men of my age marry,
that's usually the reason.

But my proposal
is a romantic one.

I state freely and
proudly Isobel, that I've

fallen in love with you.

And I want to spend what remains
of my life in your company.

I believe I could
make you happy.

At any rate, I-- I should very
much like the chance to try.

Well, goodness Lord Merton.

I freely admit you've taken
me by surprise. [LAUGHS]

LORD MERTON: [LAUGHS]

Not with your proposal,
but with your talk of love.

I mean it.

And before you refuse me,
I'd like to ask you to leave

it on the table, so to speak.

Say nothing for the time being.

Just think about it.

I'm not sure it would
change my answer.

But after such eloquence,
to refuse your request

would seem ungenerous.

I will think about it.

Well, [LAUGHS] now I think
I'll-- I'll take my leave.

Oh, I suspect ordinary
conversation would be

difficult after that. [LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS]

ROBERT: What do you mean that
man Bricker is coming back?

Why?
-"That man Bricker."

What's he done to
deserve such a welcome?

Hasn't he seen
what he came to see?

He wants to investigate
a possible link

between our picture and a
later work by della Francesca.

Shrimpy is coming this week.

Well then, he and Mr. Bricker
will get to know each other,

won't they?

Edith darling, why so glum?

I'm not glum, am I?

CORA: How's your prodigy child?

I haven't seen her for a while.

I was getting rather
under their feet.

So I thought I'd
give them a rest.

I knew that would happen.

Why don't you leave
it for a few months?

A few months?

I should.

Then they'll be pleased to
see you when you do go back.

MARY: Any more thoughts
on Pip's Corner?

I'd love to understand
the merits of the argument.

ROBERT: You want us
to do it, don't you?

TOM: Well, it's a lump of
capital with no outlay.

We have to consider it.

ROBERT: Consider it, yes.

But it's complex.

Do we really want to start
breaking bits off the estate

and selling them piecemeal?

You were the one who wanted
to sell land when Matthew died.

And I was wrong.

I didn't see then
how many owners

would chip away at
their land until there

was nothing viable left.

Anyway, we can talk
about it tomorrow.

Not me.

I'm going up to
London first thing.

Aunt Rosamund's taking
me to a dress show.

It's good to know you got
your priorities straight.

MR. BARROW: [GROANS]

[KNOCKS]
MISS BAXTER: Hello?

Who's in there?

Please, let me know
who's in there?

[KNOCKS]
BARROW: Go away!

Mr. Barrow!

Would you like me to
fetch a man to help you?

[RATTLING DOORKNOB]

MISS BAXTER: Mr. Barrow!

What man?

There isn't a man in this
house who can help me.

What's the matter with you?

Just mind your own business!

Now you're sure there's
no big evening event?

No.
And we're only there one night.

When are you
seeing his lordship?

Friday morning before
we catch the train home.

It's right to do
it face to face.

But of course, I'm dreading it.

SYBIL: Daddy!

Hello Sybbie, my love.

Kiss?
[LAUGHS]

Aw.

Thank you, Nanny.
NANNY: Sir.

Morning, George.

SYBIL: Morning, Donk.

Morning, Sybbie.

Morning, George.

Do we think Lady
Mary made the train?

She was cutting it fine.

Mr. Stark saw
them both on board.

Carson, may I
ask you something?

Uh, is Mrs. Patmore quite happy?

I'm afraid there is
a particular matter

that has upset her, my lord.

May I know what it is?

Why make him wait?

You mean I must refuse him now?

--[LAUGHS] You said yourself
the whole idea was ridiculous.

Yes, but I can only tell
you when it came to it,

he was not ridiculous.

You surprise me.

One kind word and your
judgement takes flight.

Surely Price
Kuragin has reminded

you what one kind word can do.

He's asked me to think about it.

And I will think about it.

EDITH: It was Michael's
office on the telephone.

There's been a development.

Apparently, there's
a trial going on

in Munich of the leader
of a group of thugs there.

I read about this.

They wear brown shirts and
go around bullying people.

The leader tried to start
a revolution last year.

That's it.

It was absurd.

Maybe, but I'm afraid
we're going to see a lot

more of this sort of thing.

We pushed Germany too hard
with our demands after the war.

It seems it was this gang that
got into a fight with Michael.

I can easily believe it.

They're a horrid bunch
from the sound of it.

Yes, but we might
be close to finding

out what happened to him.

That's why his
office telephoned?

It will be very hard
for you, my darling.

But I promise it's
better to know the truth

than to live in a cloud
of mystery and despair.

But as long as I don't
know for sure, then in a way

I'm keeping him alive.

I hate to let go of that.

Can you keep this
to yourself, Papa?

Until we're told for certain?

I don't want to put
up with Mary's pity

any longer than I have to.

She will pity you.

And god knows, so do I.

MARY: I'm fearfully late.

Where are my gloves?

Don't worry.

It will all be unpacked and
ship-shape before you get back.

You're a dream.

I must run.

Oh, wait a minute.

Could you post this?

Or give it to Mead if he hasn't
emptied the box in the hall?

I never said where to meet
me, and Kensington Gardens

would be nice and neutral.

I thought about dining
with him tonight,

but midday seemed more
appropriate for bad news.

Very good, my lady.

And how is Edith getting on?

Actually, she's rather
gloomy at the moment.

Do we know why?

She's taken an interest in
a child of one of the tenants

and now the parents
are sick of her.

And why this child
in particular?

I don't know.

She took a fancy to it.

Now she seems to have
overplayed her hand.

Golly, that'd be useful.

So tell me more about this
farmer and his little girl.

How did you know it was a girl?

Well, you must have said.

He looks after the pigs.

Oh yummy.

Good heavens, there's
Charles Blake.

What's he doing here?

Excuse me?

Is this right for
Lord Gillingham?

That doorway.

First floor.

Thank you.

[APPLAUSE]

I see an old friend.

Hello.
ROSAMUND: Pleased to meet you.

Nice to see you.

Are you shopping
for your trousseau?

Ha ha.

Oh, I think you know
Lady Mary Crawley.

Miss Lane Fox.

Oops.

Suddenly remember
the significance.

Try not to be an ass, Charles.

Well, we don't know
each other exactly.

But we certainly know
of each other, don't we?

It's not often you meet the
woman you were jilted for.

Well, I--

Don't worry.

I wouldn't want a man who
preferred someone else.

You're welcome to him.

You're quite over him then?

Absolutely.

And now I must go.

I'm meeting Rafe Carr later.

He's very tetchy if
he's kept waiting.

I thought you knew each other.

No.

And I must say, she wasn't
at all what I imagined.

What was that?

Thank you.

I don't know.

Someone meeker
and more virtuous.

I don't think
Mabel's very meek.

No.

Obviously not.

How long are you in London?

I go home tomorrow.

I'll see Tony in the
morning and catch

the train in the afternoon.
-Why?

What are you doing tonight?

Nothing.

Then why not have
dinner with me?

Don't you have plans?

None that I want to honor.

I'll come for you at 8:00.

Nowhere too swanky.

I haven't brought
the right clothes.

[CHILDREN SHOUTING]

DAISY: I'll do them!

MR. CARSON: Uh, Mrs. Patmore,
his lordship is asking for you.

Would you come up to
the library please?

Oh my heavens!

Not now!

Oh lord!
-You look fine.

Give me your apron.

Ah, Mr. Molesley, just the man.

Can you cast your eye
over the dining table?

I won't have time before dinner
and you're the first footman.

Uh, I was just going to--

MRS. HUGHES: While
you're up there,

could you check the
bedrooms for Lord

Flintshire and Mr. Bricker?

I haven't got a moment.

And as Mr. Carson says,
you are the first footman.

MRS. PATMORE: Uh, right.

I'm ready.

Go on then, Mr. Molesley.

It doesn't seem quite fair.

You wanted to be first footman.

What did you think, that you'd
spend all day with your feet

up?

[KNOCKING]

[DOG BARKING]

I thought I'd pop in and see
how Marigold's getting on.

I--I'm afraid I'm just taking
her up for a rest, my lady.

They've been playing
outside and she's tired.

Does she have to
go up right away?

I think so.
Yes, my lady.

[DOOR OPENS]

Milady?

The-- the trouble is Margie
thinks you're unsettling

the child.

[SNIFFS]

There are laws that
govern the whole business

of war memorials.

So Mr. Carson's
told me, my lord.

I appreciate how
distressing this

is for you and your family.

Do you, my lord?

Because I'm not sure
Mr. Carson does.

Carson is as sorry
about it as I am.

Aren't you, Carson?

I'm sorry that Mrs. Patmore
should be distressed, my lord.

But you're not
sorry Archie's name's

to be left off the memorial.

He volunteered.

He didn't wait to be called up.

He went to the front to fight.

And as for his
so-called cowardice,

that were like a--
a wound in battle.

A wound to his brain.

So he-- he didn't know
what he was doing.

He were a good and decent lad.

Of course he was.

But doesn't that make him
a casualty of war, my lord?

Same as our William
or any of them?

He could've stayed here safe and
well until they came for him.

But instead he chose to
fight for his country.

It may surprise you
to learn Mrs. Patmore,

but I agree with you.

Even though I can
do nothing about it.

It's not helpful.

But I do.

Oh, it is helpful.

It helps to think
that decent folk can

see our Archie was a victim.

Even if Mr. Carson can't.

Thank you, Carson.

When does Shrimpy get here
and your ghastly art dealer?

They're both on the
same train, and the car's

gone to meet them so they'll
have lots of time to change.

And he isn't a dealer.

He's a historian.

Is he indeed?

Lawks a-mercy.

I wish I knew why he was coming.

He wants to discuss
the painting.

-With you?
-Yes.

Is that so shocking?
-I'd better get on.

Oh, Mr. Molesley.

I've not been told whether
Lord Flintshire or Mr. Bricker

will be bringing valets.

Could you make it
your business to see

they're properly attended?

Well, I've got a lot
on my plate, Mr. Carson.

I'm sorry, Mr. Molesley.

But you are--
-Yes, I know.

I know.

I'm the first footman.

So you're happy?

Well, I'm not delirious.

But who is?

I have a pretty good life.

Well, I'm glad.

I was never the type to die
of a broken heart, you know.

I'm sorry if that offends you.

On the contrary.

I only hope Tony feels the same.

Goodness.

I wasn't expecting that.

I wish I could work you out.

I wish I could work me out.

When will you tell him?

Tomorrow.

I'm meeting him at noon.

By the Peter Pan statue
in Kensington Gardens.

Crumbs.

Won't the setting make him
dream of happy families?

Well, it's too late
to change it now.

[SIGHS] What's he done wrong?

Nothing.

I'm very fond of him.

I'll always be fond of him.

I want him to be the
godfather of my children,

just not just their father.

How will he take it?

Not as well as you.

Well, you've got a
way to soften the blow.

If you want to.

-I don't see how.
-Don't you?

You seem a little
subdued tonight.

Do I, Granny?

How strange.

I wonder why.

I know it sounds hard.

But you must learn to
leave things behind.

I suppose you mean I'm to
leave Michael behind now,

as you've already made
it quite clear I'm

to leave the baby behind.

I would never suggest anything
that is not in your interest.

In my interest?

Or the family's?

To me, they are the same.

And that is where we differ.

I've been thinking about
your missing person.

Oh, I-- I don't want
to be a nuisance.

But aren't-- aren't
there departments devoted

to finding people who are lost?

Alas, they're
not at my command.

And the Russians
who were driven out

have spread to the four
corners of the earth.

Who is this woman?

An old friend of yours?
-No.

She's the wife of an old friend.

Oh, just see what
you can do, Shrimpy.

Aunt Violet-- if I can
still call you Aunt Violet--

I ought to warn you
about something.

I can guess what it is.

-You won't approve.
-No.

I don't.

You may even feel the
need to take sides.

Susan is your niece.

Well, I think you're
making a serious mistake.

But you may rest
easy on that score.

I never take sides
in a broken marriage.

Why is that?

Because however much the
couple may strive to be honest,

no one is ever in
position of the facts.

CORA: Are you in a
hurry to leave tomorrow?

Not at all.

In fact, at the risk
of being a burden,

I thought I might
stay another night.

What time are you off tomorrow?

He's staying for
a couple of days.

Is he?

Well, I hope we've got
enough here to amuse you.

Come into the library.

Excuse me.

ISOBEL: Why not invite Miss
Bunting to dinner tomorrow

night?

Mary will be back--
we'll be quite a party.

Edith, persuade him.

I don't think Papa would
think it a very good idea.

What's this?

I wanted Tom to invite Miss
Bunting to dinner tomorrow.

But Edith says Robert
won't allow it.

Nonsense.

Of course you must
bring her if you'd like.

I insist.

So you've enjoyed
Bombay for the most?

Oh yes.

It's a wonderful city.

Gateway to the
glories of the East.

I felt very privileged.

I gather things have
not improved with Susan.

No.

The times I've
blessed you and Cora

for keeping Rose out of it.

Oh.

What happens now?

Divorce, I'm afraid.

I can't see any other way.

But my dear chap,
is it worth it?

Why can't you just live apart?

If you'd ever been as unhappy
as I am, you'd know why not.

--[SIGHS] Has
Molesley gone to bed?

Yes.

Why?

Mrs. Patmore needs
two more chafing

dishes first thing tomorrow.

You can tell him
in the morning.

--[SCOFFS] You're not
so pally now, are you?

Why are you still up?

I just want to
get this finished.

Your father was
never ill, was he?

I'm sorry?

Are you the one who's ill?
Is that it?

Is that why you went away?

What's it to do with you?

I'm right, aren't I?

You're the one who's ill.

You went away to be treated
and now you're trying to carry

on with the treatment yourself.

Yeah well, it has
nothing to do with you.

So just leave me alone.

Robert asked why we
couldn't stay together

for the look of the thing.

I hope you see that we can't.

But Daddy, where are
you going to live?

Your mother will keep
Upper Brook Street.

I'm not sure where
I'm going to go yet,

but I'll find something.

Well, can I live with you?

To be honest, I think you
should stay here for a while.

The next part could
be quite unpleasant.

I'm learning from it though.

I don't care how eligible
some chap may be,

I'm not going to be bullied.

Fighting talk.

I mean it.

You all think that now I'm
officially out and everything

it's time to find my man.

But I'm only going to marry if I
am totally, absolutely in love.

Of course.

When I find him, will you
promise to be on my side?

Promise you won't try to force
me into a suitable marriage

like you were forced.

In other words, you're
asking for a blank check.

Yes.

That's just what I want.

Well, my dearest one, on
the subject of marriage,

I have no right to give advice.

Let alone orders.

MR. BRICKER: "You must make
haste to reach Diep where you

are to seek out a Mr. Avebury.

He will arrange for you to
be taken aboard a packet

and conveyed to safety.

But do not delay if you
hold your mother dear."

CORA: Poor woman.

I know how she felt.

--[LAUGHS] "As for
your collection, Mr.

Avebury will do what he can.

But I'd rather every canvas or
carving were tossed in the sea

to your being one extra hour
in that unhappy country."

I'm glad he didn't
take her advice.

CORA: He did not.

He brought crates
and crates over.

And went back after the
Reign of Terror to buy more.

And you have preserved them
safely in this beautiful place.

Glad you think it's beautiful.

I think everything about
Downton is beautiful.

Including its mistress.

--[LAUGHS] Oh, you
mustn't say such things.

I have to, or I'll burst!

What's burst?

--[LAUGHS NERVOUSLY] I
was just saying that uh,

being allowed to touch
a painting like this

[LAUGHS] will make me burst.

It's wonderful to show it
to someone so appreciative.

Yes.

No one can say you're not
appreciative, Mr. Bricker.

I can't be hearing
this correctly.

I'm afraid you are.

So you sleep with a man
because he wants to marry you.

But now you change your mind?

It's insane!

I'm sorry if you think so.

Well, I won't let it happen.

I love you and you love me.

Well, at least you told me
so when we were in Liverpool.

I know.
And I thought I meant it.

Well, what's changed?

I can't explain exactly.

But something has, that's all.

Am I a bad lover?

Is that it?

It that what you're
trying to tell me?

Don't be silly.
It's not that at all!

It's just I feel I've sort
of woken up out of a dream.

[LAUGHS] How flattering!

We go to bed together
and you wake up!

I'm just not sure we
have enough in common

to make a go of things.

Well, I refuse to accept it.

I refuse to believe that
a woman like you, a lady,

could give herself to a
man without first being

certain that he was the one.

So what are you saying?

Simply that this is something
that we've got to get through.

And we will.

We will get through
this together.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

MR. CARSON: Mr. Molesley.

You wanted to see me?

Only to say that
I'm not sure I should

be called the first footman
after all, Mr. Carson.

Are you not?

No.

Well, uh, it's not like
the old days, is it?

I mean, the duties
of the first footman

are shared between a lot
of people now, aren't they?

Are they?

MR. MOLESLEY: Well,
they should be.

Because I've got the duties
of the second footman, third

footman and all to deal with.

So you don't feel you need
the precedence that the title

first footman confers?

Er well, not really.

No.

Very well.

I'll see what I can do.

[DOOR CLOSES]

I wasn't sure
you'd want to come.

Nonsense.

I'm flattered to be asked.

Uh, I didn't think
I would be again.

Not after last time.

Try to be nice to him tonight.

[LAUGHS] I will be.

If he's nice to me.

I know you don't like him.

Or any of them much.

But you forget one thing.

They are good to
me, in their way.

And I love them.

I don't want you to hate them.

Just to realise that you're
more than a retainer.

I can't bear for you to
waste your life propping

up a system that's dying.

Well, it won't
die before dinner.

Someone's dropped
this in the passage.

"The London Magazine."

Does it belong to any of you?

Mr. Barrow was
reading it earlier.

Would you give it to him when
he comes down, Miss Baxter?

'Course.

Where did you get this?

Have you been in my room?

'Course not.

You dropped it in
the passageway.

Mrs. Hughes found it.

Mrs. Hughes found it.

But Miss Baxter read it.

I'm sorry for what you've
put yourself through if what

I think is correct.

Don't you pity me.

Don't you dare pity me.

Did you bring those photographs
of della Francesca's nativity?

I certainly did.

We can compare them to
the painting tomorrow.

It would be so
lovely if it does

turn out to be a study for it.

Yes.

It would be absolutely lovely.

[LAUGHS] Mr. Bricker.

One more word and I will ask
you to sit somewhere else.

He flatters her.

He keeps asking her
opinion on everything.

Well, don't you
ever ask her opinion?

Of course I do.

Sometimes.

Did you have a
good time in London?

Quite good.

I set myself rather
a difficult task.

And it's always a
relief when it's done.

Isn't it?

How are your lessons going?

ROBERT: What's this?

Er, Miss Bunting is
giving instruction

to Mrs. Patmore's under cook.

Oh yes.

I heard about that.

You sound as if
you don't approve.

I approve.

As long as you're not
making er, her unsettled.

You don't know
her name, do you?

Sarah, please.

Of course he does.
Daisy.

Well, he knows it now.

I knew it before.

And from what I've been
told, it sounds as if you're

upsetting her and Mrs. Patmore.

I think you should drop this.

Why don't you send for her?

Bring Daisy in and
ask her yourself.

I'm sure she's too busy.

I doubt she's too busy to
answer a summons from you.

[BANGS GLASS]
-We don't want to embarrass her.

Carson?

This is the busiest time
of their day, my lord.

Eh, maybe it would be better--

No.

Fetch her.

And ask Mrs. Patmore
to come up as well.

Very good, my lord.

Your father may regret this.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

MR. BATES: I wondered
if you wanted a hand.

Almost done.

You could put the cases
away if you've a mind.

[KISS]

Did you enjoy yourself?

ANNA: We weren't
there long enough.

I went to deliver a letter
to Lord Gillingham in Albany.

Oh yes?

Then I walked into Piccadilly.

His lordship's
lucky to live there.

Do you recall Mr.
Green saying that?

Saying what?

Jimmy heard where he lived
and called him a lucky tyke.

He wasn't very lucky in
the end though, was he?

No, he wasn't lucky in the end.

Right.

I'll take these up
to the luggage room.

Is-- is something wrong
with the dinner, my lord?

-Not at all.
-No.

We apologise, Mrs.
Patmore, for interfering

with your duties in this
strange and inconsiderate way.

Mrs. Patmore,
Carson tells me you

feel Daisy's lessons
have disturbed

the peace of the kitchen.

Did you say that?

I don't know what I said.

I-- I was upset about
that other business.

I wondered if it
were true, Daisy.

Well, I'm sorry if I've
made trouble downstairs.

Well, you haven't.

Not really.

But I must say this, my lord.

Miss Bunting here has opened
my eyes to a world of knowledge

I knew nothing of.

Maybe I'll stay a
cook all my life.

But I have choices now.

Interests.

Facts at my fingertips.

And I'd never have
had any of that

if she hadn't come
here to teach me.

Brava.

Well said.

Er, quite a testimonial.

May we go, my lord?

Only we've still got the
pudding and the savouries.

Of course.

Thank you.

Obviously, the lessons
have proved successful.

I'm pleased to hear it.

Are you, Lord Grantham?

Oh, for heaven's sake.
Let it go.

You've proved your point.
-Have I though?

All I've proved is that
Lord Grantham would

like us serfs to stay in our
allotted place from cradle

to grave.

--[SHOUTING] There is only
one thing I would like!

And that I would
like passionately.

It is to see you leave this
house and never come back!

[GLASS SHATTERING]

Happy now?

[DOOR CLOSES]

Edith dear, are
you still writing

that very interesting column?

Yes, Granny.

Oh, you must share
me some of them.

What is the latest one about?

--[SIGHS] What are
they all about?

The way the world is changing.

What's happening?
What's all the commotion?

He just left the room.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Oh.

I don't mean to interrupt.

Er no, no.

We were just discussing the
Battle of Little Bighorn.

The Battle of Little
Minx, more like.

To speak to his lordship in
that manner in his own house!

It's true then.

I thought Mr. Barrow
might be exaggerating.

It seems he wasn't, for once.

Mr. Branson must be horrified
to have brought her here.

I don't know.

I like him.

But sometimes I think we've
forgotten the Mr. Branson that

was down here with
us spouting Keir

Hardie between every mouthful.

They've made him one
of them in a way.

But it's not who he really is.

Then it makes me
wonder whether Downton

is the right place for him.

A question I'm sure he's
asked himself many times.

I can't stand that woman.

No great surprise there.

I suppose you think I
made a fool of myself.

CORA: What does it matter?

ROBERT: I don't see that
you were much better.

Flirting and twinkling with that
ghastly travelling salesman.

CORA: Go to sleep.

And when you wake
up, make sure you get

out of bed on the right side.

MARY: Goodnight, Tom.

And cheer up.

You gave Granny a
wonderful evening.

Well, what a to-do.

It seems to me your friend Miss
Bunting is out to make trouble.

She's brought me to
life, Mrs. Patmore.

Mm.

All the same, she wouldn't win
a popularity contest upstairs.

Would you like to write a
letter to the War Office?

Oh, don't be daft!

I mean it!

If you think Archie's been
badly treated, you must protest.

I wouldn't know how to
write a letter like that.

I can write it for you.

It won't do any good!

His lordship says there
are rules in place.

He wouldn't lie about it.
-No.

But if you protest, and
then over the years more

and more others
protest, then they

might change the blessed rules.

This is your
learning, isn't it?

That's what you're
trying to show

me, that you're not afraid.

No, I'm not.

[SIGHS] Well, go on then.

We'll do it tomorrow.

[DOOR CLOSES]

How can we help you this time?

It's an odd business.

Since all this started, they've
kept a plainclothesman on watch

at Lord Gillingham's
set in Albany.

And now I'm told Mrs. Bates was
seen there loitering outside.

Well, I know why that would be.

Lady Mary must've wanted
to see Lord Gillingham

while she was in London.

No doubt Anna was sent with a
message to arrange a meeting?

I knew you'd have
something sensible to say.

Sergeant?
-Well, it seems likely.

But from there, Mrs. Bates
walked into Piccadilly.

To the spot where
Mr. Green died.

Er, there's no possibility she
might have a grudge against him

that Mr. Bates might share?

Not that I'm aware.

As I recall, she
rather liked him.

-Mrs. Hughes?
-Yes.

She liked him.

So she said.

They may want to question her.

But before they send
someone up, they've

asked me to check one thing.

She was definitely here
on the day of his death?

Here at Downton?

I believe so.

Surely you can't think that--

I'm not paid to
think, Mrs. Hughes.

Just to record the facts.

Hong Kong?

A lot of the Czarist
sympathisers ended up there.

How did they survive?

As servants and taxi drivers,
milliners and prostitutes.

Anything they could
lay their hand to.

Well, I will not suggest
to which of those callings

the Princess Kuragin
was most suited.

If you dislike her
so much, why are

you going to all this trouble?

Because I owe it to her.

Why?

By the way, Susan
has written to Annabel

to say that she's furious
that you've all taken me in.

Oh dear, Susan
has been in a rage

since she was playing
with her dolls.

I am proof against her tantrums.

I would rephrase that if
you want to stay neutral.

I won't take sides, it's true.

But I don't think I could
ever be described as neutral.

MARY: Have you
apologised to Tom?

--[LAUGHS] I never
knew anyone who

could provoke me into saying
so many things I don't believe.

But I am sorry, Tom.

Please forgive me.

She knows how to goad you.

With the precision
of a surgeon.

Why do you go on with her?

Since Sybil died,
I've forgotten

what it's like to
be with someone

who feels about things as I do.

That's why.

Or that's been why.

To me, it's as if you've joined
us and now you're backing away.

What are we doing here?

I want to explain
why I think we should

turn down Wavell's offer.

MARY: I know.

We are only the
caretakers of Downton.

But Papa, some things
have to change.

True.

But we mustn't destroy what
we're trying to protect.

Wavell would wreck this
lovely place forever

with his ugly, cheap houses.

But you can't block
all development.

I won't.

I intend to expand
but without spoiling.

I'm going to make
a plan and find

a solid builder who can fit into
the village and not ruin it.

That may be hard to achieve.

It may be harder than
cashing Wavell's check.

But does that mean
we shouldn't try?

No.

We will build.

We'll even make
money for the estate.

But we won't destroy what
people love about this place.

Do you think that's wrong?

No.

It's not wrong.

That's all I'm asking.

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