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[THEME MUSIC]

[BELL RINGING]

ROSAMUND: Cora!

Hello, Rosamund.

You made good time.

ROSE: I say!

MARY: What?

Some man has opened a nudist
colony at Wickford in Essex.

[LAUGHS] It's called
the Moonella Group.

What do you mean a man's
opened a colony in Essex?

Not that sort of colony, Mama.

It's for people who want to
take all their clothes off.

In Essex?

Isn't it terribly damp?

Would that make a difference?

Well yes, if you
had no clothes on.

I think it's a mad idea.

Oh, I doubt they
were aiming it at you.

I wanted to come
after Mary told

me about the
farmer's child you're

taking such an interest in.

Come to my room when you're
changed, why don't you?

How long are you here for?

About a week, if I'm allowed.

Good.

We're giving a bash for my
deputy lieutenants on Friday.

You can stay and help.

I'm afraid I'll be
away on Thursday night.

Er, it's another of
my Lord Loot things.

I'm guest of honour
at a dinner for all

the Yorkshire-based
commanding officers,

so I can't get out of it.

And you're saying the night?

It's down in Sheffield
and it'll be very late,

so it seems sensible.

You'll just have to
make do with Cora.

And Edith and Tom and Rose.

What news of your suitor?

I haven't heard
from him lately.

Have you decided what answer
you're going to give him yet?

Well, I think I should
tell him before I tell you.

Wouldn't you agree?

Ellen Terry has nothing
on you when it comes

to stringing out a moment.

MRS. PATMORE: Oh, are you busy?
-No, no, no.

Come in.

How can I help?

Uh, would you like me to leave?

Oh, I'd love to
think I had a secret

that was too indelicate for
a lady's ear, but I haven't.

No, I've got some good
news for a change.

An old aunt's died.

No, that's not the good news.

But she made old bones.

Which is the main thing.

Well, the point is, she's
left me a bit of money.

Oh.

MRS. PATMORE: It's
a few hundred quid.

More than I've ever saved.

I am glad for you.

Well, she was married to
a baker and he did well.

But they had no children.

How nice of her to choose you.

Well, I think it was in memory
of my dad more than anything.

She and he were very close
when they were growing up.

And you want my advice on what
to do with the inheritance,

is that it?

It is.

MRS. HUGHES: You'd do better
asking Mr. Branson's advice.

Or Dr. Clarkson's.

Er, she's asking mine.

But we live so out
of the way here.

You need to talk to someone
who's still in the game.

I'll give it some
thought, Mrs. Patmore.

And now, if you'll allow me, I
will go up and ring the gong.

Come and sit here
and we can talk.

I'm not going to eat you.

But you are going
to chew me up.

Why not just tell me about the
dear little farmer's daughter?

What did Mary say?

No more than that.

You knew I'd bring her back.

I feared it.

And I still feel very sorry
for poor Mrs. Schroeder.

I wrote to her.

She told me she's
adopted another baby.

Then she has
solved her problem.

But the question remains,
have you solved yours?

Am I at least going to be
allowed to see the girl?

Do you want to?

Of course.

I gave up 10 months of
my life to make sure she

came safely into the world.

The trouble is, the
farmer's wife-- Mrs. Drewe--

she just thinks I'm a nuisance.

She doesn't want
me to see Marigold.

So we have a situation
of infinite danger

to your reputation which
brings you no emotional reward

to compensate.

Are we the first down?

It looks like it.

Want some?

Mm.

How is Miss Bunting?

Still teaching Daisy downstairs?

She is.

But don't worry.

I won't ask her to
join us in the future.

Cora would overrule
me in a moment

if she thought it
important to you.

Which you don't
think it should be?

I know you feel
excluded at times,

an outsider in your own home.

Look, I am very grateful
to you and this family.

But my vision of this country
and where it should be headed

is different from yours.

But not from Miss Bunting's.

I believe in reform.

And the moral
direction of the Left.

And when I'm with her, I don't
feel like a freak or a fool,

devoid of common sense.

I would only say this, Tom.

In your time here,
you've learned

both sides of the argument.

Befriended people you'd
once have seen as enemies.

That's true.

You should be proud.

Five years ago, would
you have believed

you could be friendly
with my mother?

--[LAUGHS] I'm not sure I'd have
believed it five minutes ago.

--[CHUCKLES] Don't make nothing
of what you've achieved.

[DOOR OPENS]

That's all.

Drinks before dinner?

Wait til Carson catches you.

You'll notice I
poured them myself.

[LAUGHS]

[BELL RINGING]

Er Anna, I've had a note
from Sergeant Willis.

He says he's going to look in
this morning at 11 o'clock.

To see me?

Uh, that's what he says.

Anyone else, Mr. Carson?

I'm not sure.

He says he wants to talk
to Anna and Lady Mary.

Lady Mary?

Why her?

I don't know.

Um, but could you warn her?

I'll tell her when I take
up the breakfast tray.

May I ask uh, to what do I
owe the pleasure of this visit?

I--I'll get
straight down to it.

You know how Lord Merton
likes to display his interest

in all things medical.

At least he likes to when in
the company of Mrs. Crawley.

Your confidence
is a compliment.

I confide in you Dr.
Clarkson, because I must.

Only you can help.

Well, that is more
flattering still.

It's the family's
fault, really.

We've trained her in our
ways and the earnest,

intellectual bonne
bourgeouis has

been replaced by a-- a
rather less definable figure.

Are you saying that
you liked her better

when she was more middle class?

No, I wouldn't go that far.

But you understood her better.

Precisely.

Now I--I do not know who she is.

I do not know what
it is she wants.

Well, there are
many who wouldn't

be much puzzled by the
desire to marry a lord

and live in a palace.

Er, eh, can I ask you
a personal question?

--[SIGHS] I've
lived through great

wars and my share of grief.

I think I can manage
an impertinent question

from a doctor.

Do you perhaps resent the
idea of a change of position

for Mrs. Crawley?
-I'm sorry.

I do not quite
grasp your question.

[LAUGHS] It bewilders me.

But I will say this.

Do you wish to see her live
a life devoid of industry

and moral worth?

I do not.

And when the glitter is
tarnished, you know, what then?

A hollow existence in a large
and draughty house with a man

who bores her to death.

It's a terrible prospect.

So our duty is clear.

[DOG BARKING]

[ROOSTER CROWING]

Oh, it's you, my lady.

Yes, I wanted to bring
my aunt to meet Marigold.

This is Lady Rosamund Painswick.

May I introduce Mrs. Drewe?

How do you do, Mrs. Drewe?

We're sorry for
dropping in like this.

I expect you're very busy.

I am busy, my lady, yes.

This is Marigold.

I do see.

She's very sweet.

MRS. DREWE: Lady Edith
seems to think so.

Hello.

Lady Edith has decided to
show off the baby to her aunt.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

Pleased to meet you, my lady.

Well, we don't want
to disturb your day.

I've got to get
the dinner started

on top of everything else.

ROSAMUND: Yes, of course.

Goodbye, dear.

Remember your-- remember
your friend Rosamund.

[CHILD CRYING]

Er, I should take her inside.

Oh, I could always--

I'll take her.

Of course.

Goodbye.

Well?

It's exactly what
I said would happen.

She wants Marigold
as her toy to be

poked and prodded by every
stray guest in the big house!

And you've done this!

You've done it!

What did you mean by saying
to Mrs. Patmore we were living

our lives out of the way?

Not in the game?

Well, we are.

Well, why does
everyone talk as if we

don't live in the modern world?

You don't agree with that then?

No.

Does the king not live
in the world of today?

Does Mr. Sargent not
paint modern practises?

Does Mr. Kipling not
write modern books?

--[SIGHS] So what are
you going to tell her?

I don't know yet.

I shall consider.

Sergeant Willis is asking
for you, Mr. Carson.

He's got a man with him
from London, he says.

[SIGHS]

They're in the library now.

They?

An inspector's come
from Scotland Yard.

Well, what does
he want with me?

What does he want
with any of us?

None of it makes any sense.

By the way, I'd like to catch
the 10 o'clock train tomorrow.

I'm dining with Mr. Blake and
I don't want to be in a rush.

Will we stay at Lady Rosamund's
even though she's here?

She doesn't mind.

She's told Mead.

Will you see Lord Gillingham?

I don't think so.

So you haven't
changed your mind.

Right.

Let's get this over with.

SARAH: Have I finished
us off before we

ever really got started?

You pitted yourself
against him from the start.

How can you retreat
from that position?

You mean I've
made it them or me?

Haven't you?

You despise the family.

But I think you forget,
my wife was one of them.

My child is one of them.

Where does that leave me?

Don't you despise them?
Really?

No.

I don't.

I'd like things to change.

But I don't think in black
and white terms anymore.

While I do.

Look, I'm not going to pretend
I haven't enjoyed knowing you.

[LAUGHS] In fact,
I'm relieved to know

I'm not the only Socialist
left on this earth.

But maybe we should
call it a day.

Before one of us gets hurt.

[CAR STARTING]

I don't know what
else to add, Mr. Vyner.

I remember we had to
race to catch the train.

I had had lunch
with Lord Gillingham

and I needed to get home
as the church fete was

planned for the following day.

And it was during
the fete that Lord

Gillingham arrived from
London with the news

of Mr. Green's death.

That's right.

And I told Anna.

Hmm.

Was it a great surprise?

I think I would have
called it a shock.

She was very shocked.

Was she?

Was she indeed?

Can I go now?

ROBERT: I think Lady Mary
has given what help she can.

Um, will you confirm
that Mrs. Bates

was in London on the
morning that Mr. Green died

and that you don't know where?

I only have to ask her.

Ah.

Secondly, you--
you have no reason

to believe that
Bates was anywhere

further south than York.

-No reason at all.
-Mm.

I think they'd enjoy getting
to know each other better.

I think it's a nice idea.

But shouldn't I do it for once?

I always seem to be
taking luncheon off you.

No, I'd rather.

You see, Mrs. Potter likes
to have people to cook for.

And Spratt needs something
to occupy his mind.

Oh?

We both have an inkling that my
maid Collins is on the way out.

Oh I do hope not.

No, I-- [LAUGHS] I
don't mean she's dying.

I mean she's on her
way out of my house.

She keeps talking about
her mother being infirm.

But I am infirm.

Why doesn't she
think about that?

You're as infirm
as Windsor Castle.

And why does Spratt
mind particularly?

Because he likes
things to be just so.

But also I think Collins was his
creature and does his bidding,

you know, without
qualm or query.

He can't be sure of
that in the next one.

Well, never having had a lady's
maid, it's not a challenge

I've had to tussle with.

Mm.

But you'll come on Thursday?

I will.

I think it would be
nice for Dr. Clarkson

to see beyond Lord
Merton's position

and get to know the man.

Mm, I agree.

Oh, I knew I had
something to tell you.

Shrimpy thinks he may be on
the trail of Princess Kuragin.

-Oh, I am pleased.
-Yes.

He's heard a rumour
of some Russian nurses

working in W-Wan-- Wan Chai?

And that's in Hong Kong?

Well, nearby I think.

Well, if it's
true, it sounds much

better than it might have been.
-Yes.

The idea of Princess Irina
scrubbing the sick and emptying

bedpans is a cheering one.

Will you tell her husband?

No, I'll wait until
Shrimpy is certain.

These things must be
managed carefully.

Yes.

Sounds as if this must be
managed very carefully.

Er, why did Mr. Carson
try to hide that you

were in London on that day?

I don't think he
tried to hide anything.

He just forgot.

Isn't it a big thing
when a member of the staff

goes to London?

Not for a lady's maid.

Mrs. Hughes, please.
ANNA: She's right.

It's not a big thing for
lady's maids or valets.

I'm going tomorrow
with Lady Mary.

-And you uh, liked Mr. Green?
-Yes.

I did.

Very much.
-Hmm.

He wasn't so fond
of your husband.

Well, there's no
accounting for taste.

[CHUCKLES]

Don't go away, Mrs. Bates.

You've said you'll be in London.

I have no objection.

But don't go away.

MR. CARSON: I'm
very sorry, my lord.

I wonder if you know when we can
get in here and lay the table?

I'm afraid the police
have taken over the library

and I needed to
spread these out.

What are they for?

I'm trying to formulate
my plans for the village

and I'm looking
into some builders.

You won't use the
ordinary maintenance team?

It would be beyond them.

Have you made your choice?

I'll have to talk
to Lady Mary, but I

like the look of this outfit.

They're based in Thirsk
so they're local,

and their work is excellent.

Of course, we should all be
putting money into building.

Fortunes will be made
over the next few years.

[RAIN]

Why don't I hold the
bags while you do that?

-Oh!
-[LAUGHS]

--[LAUGHS] That's
frightfully nice of you!

Are you sure?
-Oh, quite sure.

[SIGHS]

Um, I can have them back now.

I shouldn't dream of it.

Where you going?

Um, just to St.
Mary Magdalene's.

--[LAUGHS] You must have
a very sweet tooth.

--[LAUGHS] No,
they're not for me.

I-- I give tea to
some Russian refugees

every Tuesday and Thursday.

They love cake.

I love cake.

Oh, you can come and
have some if you'd like.

[THUNDER]
-Oh!

[LAUGHS]

ROSE: [LAUGHS]

Are you interested in Russia?

Not terribly.

Although I am very
sorry for them all.

Of course.

I should be more
interested, really.

Why?

I have a bit of Russian blood.

How extraordinary.

Well, it's true.

In a way, my family is Russian.

Or at least, they used to be.

Well, now I insist.

Come and have some tea.

By way of a thank you.

I suppose we ought to
introduce ourselves--

-Oh.
- --even if it feels funny.

Um, Rose MacClare.

Atticus Aldridge.

At your service.

That doesn't
sound very Russian.

We weren't called
Aldridge back then.

[LAUGHS]

[CHUCKLES]

[SQUEALS]

Mrs. Patmore, I
think I may have

a solution to your problem.

Oh, that's good to hear.

Why not invest in
the building trade?

With the expansion that's
going on everywhere right now,

you'd soon see a good return.

Hmm, that's a thought.

Had you any special
firm in mind?

Well, what about WP Moss?

They're based in Thirsk,
they're expanding,

and I hear their
name everywhere.

Well, I expect you keep
your ear to the ground

about that sort of thing.

I like to keep abreast of
what's going on in the world.

So can you buy
shares in WP Moss?

I mean, have they gone public?

Well um, you have
to make inquiries.

Miss Bunting?

I must confess, I am
surprised to see you here.

Rest easy, Mr. Carson.

I've come to say goodbye.

She's only leaving
the school, isn't she?

She's leaving the
school and the village

because Mr. Branson won't
stand up to his lordship!

You are nudging
impertinence, Daisy.

I should think carefully
before you say one more word.

Are you going, honestly?

I am.

But the situation's not
quite as Daisy recounted.

[LAUGHS] We already knew that.

SARAH: I've had an offer
from a school in Preston

in Lancashire.

A grammar school, no less.

So it's quite a step up.

I dithered a bit.

But I've decided to accept.

Because every time she comes
to this house she gets insulted.

I am sure Miss Bunting is given
the reception she deserves.

Mrs. Patmore?

Don't let Daisy
give up her studies.

She's got potential.

What's going on here?

MRS. PATMORE: All sorts.

Mr. Carson's giving
me investment advice.

And Miss Bunting's leaving
Downton because Mr.

Branson won't stick up for her.

Well, that seems to cover it.

I'll be in my room.

Well, goodbye.

And good luck.
Goodbye.

Ah, Mrs. Hughes.

Who is this Mr. Vyner?

He's the London
detective looking

into the death of Mr. Green.

Mm.

Why do they keep questioning
Mr. and Mrs. Bates?

Who says they do?

This house has no secrets.

Then I suggest
you ask Mr. Vyner.

I may just do that.

Who knows?

I might have
something to tell him.

Don't make trouble, Mr. Barrow.

Are you saying I shouldn't
do my duty, Mrs. Hughes?

No.

I'm asking you not
to make trouble.

Are you quite well?

You look as if you could
do with a lie down.

Don't worry about me.

Who was that on the telephone?

CORA: Simon Bricker.

Oh god.

What did he want?

I shall answer without
commenting on your tone.

He wants to have the picture
photographed for his book.

When is this?

CORA: He's coming
tomorrow and they'll

take the pictures on Friday.

Well, you know I won't be here.

I've got the dinner
in Sheffield.

Since you don't
like him, I don't

see it as much of a drawback.

And Mary's in London.

CORA: What difference
does that make?

It's not that I
dislike him exactly.

It's-- it's more
that this business

has been dragging on and on.

CORA: Robert, it's a compliment!

By referencing our
painting in his book,

he'll increase its value.

Maybe by a lot.

Is that so bad?

You're not forbidden
from inviting him.

Good!

Because I already have.

DAISY: Mr. Branson!

Sir!

Hello Daisy.

What can I do for you?

You can do something
for yourself.

You're making the biggest
mistake of your life.

Is this Miss Bunting,
by any chance?

She's an extraordinary person.

Clever and kind.

She's all of those things.

-Then why turn your back on her?
-Daisy--

I mean it.

She's leaving tomorrow.

But I know she loves you.

I can tell whenever
she speaks of you.

She's leaving tomorrow?

For good?

Won't you stop her?

You're not a Crawley.

You belong with us.

We're the future,
they're the past.

Well, I can hear
her voice in that.

MR. CARSON: Daisy?

What are you doing here?

She was checking something
in the dining room.

I held her up.

MR. CARSON: Get back
downstairs immediately.

Mr. Carson.

Have any of you
heard of someone

called Atticus Aldridge?

He sounds like the hero of a
novel by Mrs. Humphrey Ward.

I'm not sure.

Any more clues?

I met him today.

In York.

Marcia George told
me his father's

been made Lord Sinderby.

ROBERT: Now wait a minute.

I remember this.

When the title was created,
the locals were furious.

But now I can't remember why.

Perhaps it's because Sinderby
is a Yorkshire village

and they'd only just
bought some house.

Canningford Grange.

Oh!

Have the Wheelers sold up?

ROBERT: You knew that.

I told you.

What does my lord Sinderby do?

Oh, I think he's a banker.

I-- I don't know really.

But the son's nice.

Oh, no.

Nothing like that.

Barrow?

Are you quite well?

Carson, have you
been overworking him?

Um, not that I'm
aware, your ladyship.

Mr. Barrow, am I
ill treating you?

You are the soul of
kindness, Mr. Carson.

Thank you, Mr. Barrow.

I'm looking forward
to your party.

MARY: It's very daring
of the lord lieutenant

to give a cocktail party.

Carson, what do you think?

VIOLET: Well, I
agree with Carson.

It seems very fast to me.

I love cocktail parties.

Me too.

You only have to
stay 40 minutes.

No, thank you.

Instead of sitting
for seven courses

between a deaf landowner and
an even deafer major general.

[CHUCKLES]

Even so, they'll say you're not
doing things properly anymore.

Do you care what people think?

Yes.

I accept change, but I
want to navigate it gently.

I don't want to leap into it
and put everyone's backs up.

But why do the rituals--
the clothes and the customs--

matter so much?

Because without them, we would
be like the wild men of Borneo.

ISOBEL: I disagree.

Manners and tradition
are all very well.

But once they start
to control us,

they've outlived
their usefulness.

Well, I think there are
far more important things

to worry about
than whether or not

Carson minds serving cocktails.

Why is Carson in
the line of fire?

What's he done wrong?

I'm sorry.

Excuse me, Mama.

I've rather a headache.

What was that about?

Rosamund, you spent
the afternoon together.

Did Edith mention anything
was bothering her?

No.
She's just very tied.

She'll be fit as
a flea tomorrow.

That's nice of you.

I'll just let Mr. Carson know.

Oh could you leave
it for a moment?

Uh, he's given me his
view about my money.

[SIGHS] He says I should put it
into a building fund-- WP Moss.

Or if not them, then into some
other building opportunity.

And you don't want to.

It's not that exactly.

But I don't know about building.

And I don't like to put
me money into something

I don't understand.

Then why did you ask him?

Because he's a man, I suppose.

I'm not sure that's
a good enough reason.

Nor am I now.

But I don't want to
hurt his feelings.

I wish men worried
about our feelings

a quarter as much as
we worry about theirs.

MARY: You seem very thoughtful.

TOM: I'm on the
brink of a decision.

I just hope it's the right one.

Well, I won't ask
what it's about.

But remember Tom, make the right
choice for you and not for us.

You know, you're much nicer
than a lot of people realise.

Not always.
Goodnight.

Goodnight.

ROSAMUND: I don't know
what you mean, Mama.

Honestly, you question my
motives every time I come here.

It's as if I weren't welcome.

Just tell me.

What were you and Edith
discussing in such a huddle?

Well, it is very hard--

Rosamund, you are addressing
your mother, not the committee

of the Women's Institute.

I'm afraid you've read
somewhere that rudeness

in old age is amusing.

Which is quite wrong, you know?

It's about the child, isn't it?

That is the secret you share.

We both know you are
not leaving my house

until I learn the truth.

So shall I have a bed
made up for you here,

or are you going to tell me now?

[SHEEP BLEATING]

Mr. Drewe.

I have to see her.

It was a mistake to
bring your aunt here.

Margie feels that you want the
child to be your plaything.

How can she say that?

MR. DREWE: Fact is, I was wrong.

She won't have you
here, not anymore.

You must leave us alone.

If you don't stop coming,
she's only give up the farm

and move away.

But what about Marigold?

What do you mean?

We'd take her.

But you can't.

I won't allow it!

What would you suggest?

We bring her up to the abbey
and leave her in the library?

I'm very sorry, my lady.

It's not what I planned.

But I see no way round it.

[SIGHS]

People always think
how healthy we must

be living out in the country.

But the water's not as
good as it might be.

You mean the iodine deficiency?

I do.

I suppose you must
get a lot of goitres.

Uh, quite a lot, yes.

It's sad so few people
know that the treatment is

just iodine.

Too many suffer when
the solution is simple.

You've studied this.

I've just read a lot.

I wish I had studied it.

[DOOR OPENS]

(DULLY) Luncheon
is served, my lady.

VIOLET: Do cheer up, Spratt.

Spratt is downcast
because it is as I feared.

Collins has handed
in her notice.

You don't like change, Spratt.

I detest it, madam.

Er well, we all
hate change, Spratt.

But these days, we have
to learn to live with it.

I don't hate change.

I find it exciting.

Remember, those
customs and ceremonies

that people think are
the soul of England

were almost all invented
by the Victorians.

VIOLET: Quite right.

The truth is,
they're well suited.

Whether we like it or not.

And I don't believe he's faking
his interest in medicine.

I'm afraid I agree with you.

You must be off soon.

I'm just going to put him in
his uniform and then we'll go.

You never told me what the
inspector wanted yesterday.

Mainly because I'm not sure.

He asked me if I liked Mr. Green
and why he didn't like you.

And what did you say?

I said I don't know.
'Cause I don't.

I promise you this.

Nothing bad is ever going
to happen to you again.

I hope that's true.

We'll sit by the fire with
all our children around us.

And I'll make certain
that you are safe.

I wonder.

We both want it so
much, but do you

believe it'll really happen?

I do.

With all my heart.

Actually, I'm not sure about
having children all around us.

How many are you
planning on, Mr. Bates?

[GIGGLES]

[KISS]

[RAINFALL]

You nearly missed me.

TOM: You never told
me you were going.

SARAH: Who did?

Daisy.

My champion.

The school must be sorry.

Maybe.

I think I was rather a nuisance.

But I hope they'll
miss me a bit.

Hm.

I hope you'll miss me a bit.

I'll miss you a lot.

I've loved you, you know.

Could have loved you
more if you'd let me.

I'm glad we met.

You've reminded me of who
I am, and I'm grateful.

And I won't lose
touch with that again.

But I wish we'd met
before you ever knew them.

DRIVER: We need to get
started if you're to catch

the four o'clock, miss.

Let me.

Did you have a nice journey?

Excellent.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Lord Grantham.

You look very splendid.

I'm afraid we're ships that
pass in the night, Mr. Bricker.

I have to go to Sheffield.

But I'll see you
tomorrow if you're

still here when I get back.

Goodbye, Cora.
[KISS]

So here we are again.

I'm beginning to find
Downton quite homelike.

Good.

You're very welcome.

As long as you behave.

Why, what are you
doing here? [LAUGHS] In

search of more cake?

I wanted to see
you again before I

went up to London to start
my new job with the bank.

Do you think I should buy
a bowler hat? [LAUGHS]

[LAUGHS] Let me introduce you.

Prince Kuragin, Count
Rostov, this is Mr. Aldridge.

I'm Mr. Kuragin here.

ROSE: Have you heard
from Aunt Violet yet?

Even if your father finds
her, what happens next?

To any of us?

We are strangers
in a strange land.

Talk to Mr. Aldridge.

His family were Russian,
but they started a new life

in England and so can you.
-[SIGHS]

Where did he come from?

Odessa.

His great-grandfather came
with some of them in 1859.

See?
I do remember what I'm told.

And then the rest of
family followed in 18--

1871.

[LAUGHS] How brilliant!
That's right.

He's not a Russian.

Nikolai-- [SPEAKING RUSSIAN]

No, he's not Russian now.
But--

They were not Russian then!

I'm sorry about that.

Nikolai, [SPEAKING RUSSIAN]!

I don't understand.

Oh, I, I, I think he said
we're not Russian because we,

we're Jewish.

Well, how did he know?

There were two big pogroms
to drive out the Jews

from Odessa-- one in 1859--

And 1871.

But it's still odd.

I mean, you're English now
but you're still Jewish.

What's the difference?

Would you let me give you
dinner when you're in London?

I might.

We'll have to see.

[LAUGHS]

MARY: What a treat!

I haven't been to
Simpson's for ages.

I thought we'd go
straight to the table.

I've asked a friend to join
us and I want you to behave.

Why wouldn't I?

Goodness.

I wasn't expecting you.

Ditto.

I, happily, was
expecting you both.

What is your scheme?

That we now hold hands and take
a house by the sea together?

Not quite.

But I have an idea that may be--
as "The Times" advertisements

say-- to your mutual advantage.

You've got to stop this.

You're poisoning yourself.

Just lay off.

Look at you.

Sweating like a beast.

Just because her
ladyship let you stay,

you think you can
boss us all around.

Forgot the cream!

Oh, Miss Baxter, you may not
think I have the right to ask,

but now that her ladyship knows
the truth, might you tell me?

Do you really want me to?

MR. CARSON: Mr. Molesley?
Now!

Uh yes, Mr. Carson.

Right away.

I don't think I can be
hearing this correctly.

No?

No.

You seem to suggest I should
take the discarded leavings

of Lady Mary Crawley,
dust off the fluff,

and put them on my own plate.

That's not what Charles meant.

Isn't it?

Good.

What a relief.

Now we won't have to quarrel.

Mabel, you're in love
with Tony Gillingham.

You know you are.

All I know is Tony broke off
our engagement-- which I had

not deserved-- because
Mary Crawley crooked

her little finger at him.

It was his choice, not mine.

MABEL: So you say.

Now you're bored.

You want someone
else to play with.

So to dry his tears
and keep him occupied,

you toss him back to me.

This isn't my idea.

Well, it certainly isn't mine.

You know you're cutting off
your nose to spite your face.

I'm going.

Well, what shall we
do with your food?

Eat it.

And I hope it chokes you.

That was a big success.

What's your next suggestion?

No, I don't think
we need another plan.

This was just a
scene we had to play.

Hmm, can you put the fricassee
there and we'll share it?

Now I'd like my
beef pink, not raw.

You didn't linger very
long over your port.

Because we'd both rather
be with the ladies.

Edith dear, there's
something I'd like

to show you in the library.

What's that, Granny?

Oh, it's just a particular
book you might find interesting.

How is your fiery
friend, Miss Bunting?

I notice we don't see her
here as much as we used to.

Do you wonder at it?

Well, it's good to
be disagreed with.

Keeps you on your toes.

Then Lord Grantham must've
been on points from the moment

she walked through the door.

I hope you haven't
broken with her.

She's gone.

She left today.

Oh, I am sorry.

Mm.

What about you, Rose?

What happened to the
young man you met in York?

He's gone too.

He's starting a
new job in London.

Oh dear!

What a sad conversation!

[LAUGHS] He was interesting.

He wasn't just the same old chap
one's supposed to dance with.

His family was unusual.

In what way?

They came here from
Odessa 60 years ago.

They were driven out by the
pogroms, but they've done well.

Well yes.

That is interesting.

I didn't tell
you because I knew

you'd think it was a mistake.

I suppose it never occurred
to you that I might be right.

What do you expect me to do?

Pack her up and send her back?

No, it's too late.

We can't get the child
back to Switzerland

and there's no point
in keeping her here.

-What do you mean?
-That woman.

Mrs.--
-Drewe.

Mrs. Drewe.

Well, she's at the
point of explosion.

We must get the child away.

But where would we go?

Not we, my dear.

There are schools that will
take children from any age.

We'll find one in
France where she'll

be properly looked after.

I dare say you can even visit.

As long as you never
reveal who you are.

It'll be quite manageable.

And you agree
with this, Granny?

Well, I know it
sounds very harsh.

But what else are we to do?

We're going up.

Mama, the car's ready
whenever you want it.

-Oh, thank you, Cora.
-Goodnight.

We'll settle the details later.

But I promise you,
this is for the best.

By my eyes, that
makes you innocent.

It makes you a
victim of the crime.

Quite as much as Mrs. Benton.

Why didn't you tell
me this before?

Because I knew you'd say
it proved my innocence

when it does no such thing.

I'd rather not hide from
the truth, thank you.

Don't hide then.

But don't punish
yourself forever either.

No.
But I have learned.

And I won't ever be
controlled again.

I must go.

Mr. Barrow said you wanted me?

Oh, come in and sit down.

Mrs. Patmore's got
something to say.

What's that?

Oh, just how grateful I am
for your excellent advice.

Oh, you've taken it then?

I have.

In a way.

You've invested in building.

Well, she's invested
in a building, yes.

I found a cottage
in Haughton-le-Skerne

and I'm going to
see it on Tuesday.

It's 300 pounds, so
it's a big decision.

But you've given me the courage.

That, that, er, that's
not what I meant at all.

I thought you wanted
to be in the market

to increase your capital.

Well, I'll rent it now.

And then later I thought I
might take in some lodgers.

It's got three bedrooms.

Oh, this is very small beer.

Mr. Carson, it's
my kind of beer

and I know how to drink it.

But you gave her
the idea, didn't you?

She's very grateful.

Oh, I am.

It's good to hear advice
from a man of the world.

Well, I like to do what I can.

We feel thoroughly protected.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Have you forgotten something?

It's not your maid.

I waited til she'd gone.

You must leave.

Mr. Bricker, you must leave.

ROBERT: I hope I
didn't wake you.

MR. CARSON: No, not
at all, my lord.

Miss Baxter's only
just come down,

so her ladyship
will still be awake.

Mr. Bricker, I've
asked you twice now.

Will you please go?

You said yourself, who
knows when I'll be back?

-Mr. Bricker.
-Don't pretend, Cora.

You know something's
happened between us.

You know things
have changed now.

I feel it and I know you do.

When did someone
last cherish you?

When did someone
even listen to you?

I've seen you with your family.

Ignored and passed over.

None of this is any reason--

ROBERT: I'm glad
you're still awake.

The dinner was over early.

It seemed easier to come back.

I'm sorry if it's
a disappointment.

It isn't.

Mr. Bricker was just leaving.

I'm not here at Lady
Grantham's invitation.

(ANGRILY) Then will you
please leave at mine?

Robert, let him go.

You can't be surprised.

When you chose to ignore
a woman like Cora,

you must have known not every
man would be as blind as you.

Ahh!

CORA: Stop it!

[GRUNTS]

CORA: Stop it!

Stop it!

[PANTING]

Stop!
[THUD]

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

EDITH: Mama!

[KNOCKING] Mama?

Papa?

Is everything all
right in there?

I'm so sorry, darling.

Your father and I are
just playing a stupid game

and we knocked over a lamp.

Oh.

If you're sure.

CORA: I'm sure, poppet.
Good night.

Sleep tight.

I think that is my exit too.

Wait.

[PANTING]

[DOOR CLOSING]

[PANTING]

Golly, what a night.

I'll sleep in my dressing room.

[DOOR CLOSES]

MR. CARSON: Eat a proper
breakfast and lunch.

There won't be time for more
than a cup of tea later.

I'll try to make it up.

And when you've
finished your duties,

I'd appreciate any
help you can give.

Ah, we'll clear the hall now.

But why aren't we giving
a proper dinner here?

I quite agree, Mrs. Patmore.

Mrs. Hughes would say we
must move with the times.

Yes, I would.

Do you have a
bandage I can have?

Have you hurt yourself?

I haven't, no.

Mrs. Bates, have you heard
any more from that policeman?

No.

[BELL RINGING]

Here we go.
That's Lady Mary.

Do you think you will?

No.

I hope not anyway.

[BELL RINGING]

Why do you pester
her with this?

'Cause I feel like it.

Mr. Barrow?

Upstairs please.

You too, Mr. Molesley.

The car is waiting, sir.

Your case is inside it.

Thank you, Carson.

The Lady Beaumont.

The Lord Howard of Glossop.
-Howard.

Lovely to see you.
Howard.

HOWARD: Lord Grantham.

I'd forgotten his
father had died.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

My dear, we can't leave
things as they are.

It's a tinder box.

It could go up at any moment.

Granny, if I was to
take her to London--

Oh!
Don't be ridiculous, my darling.

Think!

All I'm saying is there
must be another way.

How can there be?

MR. CARSON: Mrs. Reginald
Crawley and the Lord Merton.

Hello, Isobel.

It's Cousin Isobel.

And her follower.

MR. CARSON: The Earl
and Countess of Woolton.

Fine.

May I sit down?

Are you tired?

No.

But I rather foolishly
twisted my ankle

getting out of the car.

Oh dear.
Be careful.

Lord Merton will have you
on the operating table

before you can say
knife. [LAUGHS]

What about Lady
Ingleby's pearls?

I was so jealous, I wanted to
snatch them off her throat.

MR. CARSON: Sir Henry
and Lady Lawson.

MRS. PATMORE: Well, that's that.

And you're back in
your books, I see.

I'm not giving up, you know.

And don't think I will.

And I wouldn't want you to.
Right.

I'm going up.
Don't forget the light.

Oh, gracious!

Er, good evening, my lady.

I didn't expect to
see you down here.

Mr. Carson said you'd
all gone to bed.

I wanted to make a
telephone call without-- er,

I wanted to make a private call.

And you thought you'd
use Mr. Carson's phone.

I don't think
he'd mind, do you?

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

Goodnight, my lady.
-Goodnight.

I'd like to make a
trunk call to London.

[THEME MUSIC]