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[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

[WHEELS SQUEALING]

[STEAM WHOOSHING]

Gracious, Mama.

It's not like you
to meet a train.

My dear, I'm taking you
straight to the house.

We'll go back and change
and return for dinner.

Do we know what time
she left yesterday?

Well no, not precisely.

The rest of us were
at the point-to-point.

We heard when we got back.

So what are we
going to say now?

Oh, I've been awake
the whole night.

There's only one
thing we can say.

We have to tell Cora.

Well, isn't that
rather a betrayal?

If anything happens to
Edith and Cora learns

later we knew all along,
she would never forgive us.

And I wouldn't blame her.

You see, as a mother,
it is her right.

But you don't plan
to tell Robert?

-Oh.
-He is Edith's father.

He's a man.

Men don't have rights.

MR. CARSON: They telephoned
Lady Rosamund last night.

She's on the way here now.

It seems very hard they should
have guests staying and more

coming for dinner
with this going on.

I suppose they
couldn't put them

off without telling them why.

It'll make for a funny evening.

We still don't know anything.

Well, we know she's in London.

The station master
said she bought

a ticket for King's Cross.

But where can she be hiding?

It seems a terrific
imposition for us to be here.

Should we just leave?

Why?

We've got Dickie Merton,
the Sinderbys, and their son

arriving at any minute.

We could put them off.

Oh, please don't.

They're looking
forward to it awfully.

MARY: You mean you are.

I don't think we should.

We have to give the impression
that Edith has simply

gone away to stay somewhere.

How terribly worrying
this is for you.

I'm so sorry.

MARY: Oh, why the
song and dance?

Edith's gone away.

So what?

Uh, we three should go for a
walk and leave them to talk.

Tony can be our guide.

You must know the gardens
pretty well by now.

VIOLET: Maybe we
should take some air.

I think we might
emulate the others

and let Cora show us the garden.

I'm not sure what
good that'll do.

When I say we need some
air, we need some air.

Cora?
CORA: If it's what you want.

Mary, you can manage the
children when they get here.

'Course.

There's a person
downstairs, my lady.

A Mrs. Drewe from Yew Tree Farm.

She's very anxious to see you.

Oh.

Well, you better show
her into my sitting room.

I'm sorry, Mama.

You go ahead without me.

I can take you for
a walk if you like.

Why would I want to walk?

I'm going in to change.

I'll sneak upstairs so
I don't disturb them.

See you at dinner.

Not if I see you first.

[LAUGHS] I don't understand.

You're so well-suited.

And you're much more
relaxed with her

than you are with Mary.

Yes.

You must admit it's odd.

Mary's trying to break
it off and Mabel's

dying for love of you.
-I know.

But you see, I can't
break it off with Mary.

Not now.

Why not?

Well, I won't explain it.

But suffice to say, it
wouldn't be honorable.

You are an old dear
if you think I don't

know what you're talking about.

But isn't it up to Mary?

--[SIGHS] It's not
what she wants.

Not really.

I mean, did she
look like a woman

today trying to rid
herself of a suitor?

You're muddling
her instinct, which

is to hold every man in
thrall, and her wish,

which is to break up.

I'm not convinced.

I wish you would be.

For everyone's sake.

Who was that letter from?

Mr. Brook.

He's got a new job in
Salford so he doesn't

want to renew the lease.

We need to find another tenant.

Dammit.

Don't be ungrateful.

I bless your mother every day
for leaving us that house.

When you have property,
you have choices.

So what should we do?

After he's gone, let's
ask for time off together,

go down, see what
condition he's left it in.

Then we can plan.

Why are you smiling?

Because whenever
I see a problem,

you see only possibilities.

Did you both know?

Mrs. Drewe told me
Rosamund, you-- you went

to see the child with Edith.
-Yes.

CORA: And you never
thought to tell me

that I have a third grandchild?

Edith didn't want me to.

I suppose this makes sense
of that bewildering trip

to Switzerland?
-Well, what else was I to do?

She wouldn't get rid of it.

Get rid of it?

ROSAMUND: It was her idea.

But she wouldn't go
through with it in the end.

And what did you know?

Well, not quite as much.

I knew why they
were in Switzerland.

I thought she'd
left the baby there.

And that was the idea.

Edith didn't stick to it.

And you never thought to
involve me-- her own mother.

You, Rosamund!

You looked at that
little girl and you never

thought it was my business too?

Well, we wanted to contain it.

To make as little noise
abroad as possible.

So what changed?

What tipped her over the
edge and into running away?

Well, I suppose we all
knew Mr. Gregson was dead.

But the confirmation must
have been very upsetting.

ROSAMUND: And Mrs. Drewe
was being difficult.

Clearly the child couldn't
stay there indefinitely.

So we thought--

What did you think?

That it would be
better and safer

if the girl was sent abroad.

Well, now we have it!

Edith was told her child
would be taken away!

Are you going to say
anything to Robert?

CORA: No.

I agree with one thing.

The secret is not ours to tell.

Somehow we must find Edith.

And we must hear from
her what she wants.

My lady?

I'm sorry to bother you.

What is it, Mrs. Hughes?

It may have slipped
your mind, my lady.

But do you remember I gave you
a train ticket when we came

to London for Lady Rose's ball?

It was a return ticket
that I found in the pocket

of Mr. Bates' overcoat.

MARY: Of course I remember.

MRS. HUGHES: I don't
suppose you put

it anywhere for safekeeping?

Why?

Because we were wrong.

Far from proving that Mr. Bates
went to London on the day Mr.

Green died, it proved he didn't.

He bought the ticket in
York, but changed his mind.

And that's why it
was never given in.

So it was proof of his
innocence, not his guilt.

That's about the size of it.

I'm afraid I burnt
it, Mrs. Hughes.

Atticus!

Hello.

Oh, Lord and Lady
Sinderby, hello.

-Good evening, Rose.
-Oh, you know my cousin.

Of course.

We were in awe of your
courage yesterday.

MARY: Well, courage
or foolhardiness.

Come and see Mama and Papa.

To be honest, we're in the
middle of rather a drama.

Which I'll tell you about,
but you mustn't let on.

Our first secret.

This is cold, so
it can go up now.

But cover it til it's served.

Shall we work on "Vanity
Fair" when you finish tonight?

I don't know.

Well, I'll ask you later.

Lord Merton's arrived,
so everyone's here.

I'll announce it
when you're ready.

I will be by the
time you say it.

You're very glum.

Am I?

Oh, don't tell me your
enthusiasm for learning

is drying up?

Maybe.

Have you read the papers lately?

[LAUGHS] I wish I had the time.

Mr. MacDonald seems to
limp from crisis to crisis.

They were going to do so much
when they came in, the first

Labour government.

And now I doubt if
they last the year.

Don't take it personally.

But I do.

When I think about it, it
seems to me that we're trapped.

Held fast in a system that gives
us no value and no freedom.

-Oy, speak for yourself!
-I am.

I do.

And now I'm wondering,
is it worth it, me

trying to better myself?

What's the point?
-That's it.

They're coming in.

MRS. PATMORE: Daisy!
Daisy!

Miss Baxter.

I'm afraid you think I've
got you both into trouble.

I don't know what you mean.

MISS BAXTER: Yes, you do.

I said I had no proof.

I gave them nothing
that would stand up.

Why did you have
to say anything?

I was in a difficult position.

So now you've put us in one.

MISS BAXTER: I'm very sorry.

I am.

Truly.

I have to clean some shoes.

Are you enjoying Yorkshire?

Well, first we and Yorkshire
have to get used to each other.

But you haven't come up against
too many impassable barriers?

Lord Grantham, we both
know what we're up against.

Happily, we're used to it.

Well, you won't have
any trouble with us.

Lady Grantham's
father was Jewish.

That isn't always a
guarantee of tolerance,

so it's a relief
to hear you say it.

Atticus seems to be very
taken with your niece.

And I must say, [LAUGHS]
I find her quite charming.

Does Lord Sinderby approve?

Well, you know.

He needs time to
settle into things.

LORD SINDERBY: Your mother
never considered converting?

I don't believe so.

Was it difficult?

Having a different religion
from your father's?

Not that I recall.

Hmm.

But you're not ashamed of him.

Lord Sinderby,
I would point out

that we never changed our name.

Mm.

Uh, it was my
grandfather's decision.

I thought of changing
it back, but the family

felt they were English now.

And they wanted to stay English.

Have you decided at last
whether you're leaving?

At last is the right phrase.

But I want to make sure
I do the right thing.

I don't want to disrupt Sybbie's
life and then regret it.

You know they all
want you to stay.

That only makes
it more difficult.

Lord Grantham was saying
that Gregson left Lady

Edith his publishing company.

Yes, that's right.

Then shouldn't someone
telephone the office?

Won't she go there?

They must know
where to find her.

Of course.

How clever you are.

Why?

Seems rather obvious to me.

ROSE: Your mother and
Robert are hitting it off.

She's not the problem.

Oh?

-My father's the tough nut.
-Oh.

My people are the
other way round.

My father's a darling
and my mother's the nut.

Then we shall crack
them against each other.

[LAUGHS]

It's strange how some people
get married and married

and we can't manage it once.

Dogs barking in wrong
trees spring to mind.

Tony, I'm sorry if you feel I'm
tracking you round the country.

But I can't give up just yet.

We could be so very
happy if you'd let us.

And I won't be if I don't?

I remember my mother
telling me that in the end,

happiness is a matter of choice.

Some people choose to
be happy and others

select a course that leads to
frustration and disappointment.

And I'm one of the latter?

I terribly hope not.

For my sake.

[CLAPS HANDS]

I have a little announcement.

Are you sure?

I am.

You might like to know that
Lord Merton and I have decided

that we should get married.

[GUESTS EXCLAIM]

How lovely!

Well, this calls for a toast.

I give you Mrs. Crawley.

Or should I say, the
future Lady Merton.

ALL: To future Lady Merton.

Future Lady Merton.

Naturally, it
was the last thing

I ever thought would happen.

[LAUGHTER]

Well, I forced her into it.

He wooed me into it.

And I'm terribly pleased he did.

Well-- hmm.

What's the matter, Granny?

Just worried about Edith.

Oh, I can't think why.

My dear, a lack of
compassion can be as

vulgar as an excess of tears.

Ah Daisy, have you decided?

Shall we discuss the
vices of Miss Becky Sharp?

I'm tired.
I'm going up.

Goodnight, Mrs. Patmore.

What's that about?

Oh, she had such hopes
of the Labour government,

she feels let down.

Oh, but she mustn't give up!

I don't recall you
being this keen when

Miss Bunting was teaching her.

I wouldn't interfere
with a professional.

But now that she's gone,
well, I like to help if I can.

Sounds to me as if you've
missed out on your vocation.

Tell Daisy.

Perhaps you can change her mind.

Oh, she wouldn't listen to me.

Ah, well spotted.

What about Mr. Mason?

Funny enough, Mr. Barrow
might be right for once.

Why don't we get
him to speak to her?

Let me think on it.

I'm sorry if I seem
distracted, but I'm

truly so happy for both of you.

I thought I'd give a dinner
so she can meet my sons.

Well, she has met Larry before.

--[SIGHS] Let's hope
she's forgotten.

Why don't we do it here?

We could invite
Granny and everyone.

You are my godfather
and Isobel's

the grandmother of my child.

Oh, please let's.

It seems only right, Mama.

Of course, if you'd like.

Well, that would be very kind.

A signing of the bond
between our families.

I wish we didn't know
the anguish lurking

behind this jolly evening.

You love other
people's secrets.

Not these days.

I can't tell you why
I can't leave Mary.

But you'd understand if I did.

Just promise me
it's a struggle.

More than you know.

We must go.

But it's been such fun.

I hope you come to us next time.

We should love it.

I suppose now we just have
to wait and see what happens.

LORD SINDERBY: There's no need
to hurry them to anything.

They're both very young.

Well, I would be delighted if
something were to come of it.

Good night, Lady Grantham.
Lady Rosamund.

The door please, Molesley.

They're so easy in
each other's company.

Anyone can see it.

But he won't let me go.

Because you refuse to make
it clear that you want him to.

Just as he's moving off,
you tug his strings.

Send a clear message
and he'll go.

I promise.

What is that message?

--[SIGHS] We'll
think of something.

(WHISPERS) Atticus
says the London

office of the magazine must know
how to get in touch with Edith.

I thought we weren't
going to tell anyone?

He's not anyone, is he?

'Course not.

We could ring them tomorrow, but
maybe I should just go there.

Mr. Aldridge is leaving.
-Oh.

I'll train up in the morning.

I'm coming with you.

I'm not going.

I'll have a horrible
day worrying.

I-- trust me.

How can you imagine I'll
ever trust you again?

She doesn't mean it, Mama.

On the contrary,
it's the most honest

thing she's ever said to me.

ANNA: Here you are.

Thank you.

Is our life overcomplicated?

In what way?

Mrs. Patmore is
buying a house up here.

Why don't we sell the London
house and do the same?

We could rent it out as long
as we want to work at Downton.

And then live in
it when we retire.

We had a dream once, of
a small hotel in the area.

And a London house,
even a little one,

would buy something
substantial up here.

I hate to say his name.

But do you feel the whole
business of Mr. Green

might be over?

For us, I mean?

Well, they seem to
have accepted the fact

that I spent the day in York.

And Miss Baxter has given
them nothing new to go on.

So we can dare to
plan our future again.

Like normal people.

Does that mean what
I hope it means?

Mr. Bates, I
thought you decided

to believe me when I say
that device was Lady Mary's.

I do believe you.

I don't know why she wanted
it, but I believe you.

Well then.

You don't suppose there's
anything wrong with us, do you?

No.

I think it takes some people
longer than others, that's all.

What would I do without you?

Did they get away?

Just about.

The train was
late, thank heaven.

And it isn't going to be Tony.

I don't think so.

Nor Charles.

He decided that before I did.

Well, well.

I don't suppose your
ancient father's opinion

on these matters
carries much weight.

'Fraid not.

And I've just remembered I
said I'd go and see Granny.

So I don't think Tony is
going to be my next son-in-law.

I don't believe he is.

Pity.

I'd have been so pleased,
but there we are.

You're really not
yourself, are you old girl?

But what about you?

We don't want you to be on
your own forever, you know.

Just to pick someone who
shares the family's values.

--[LAUGHS] Someone who
feels friendly towards

us is not the same thing.
-No.

You're right.

And I don't blame you for the
departure of Miss Bunting.

I didn't want to spend my
life in a bare knuckle fight.

But something's changed.

I feel it.

I may as well tell you.

I've written to my
cousin in Boston.

He's done well there
and I'd like his advice.

I see.

I apologise if my bad
manners have brought this on.

No need to apologise.

I am what I am and
you are what you are.

--[LAUGHS] And never
the twain shall meet.

[LAUGHS] I wouldn't say that.

I do love you all, you know.

It'll be hard to go.

On both sides.

But we have no way
of knowing if Lady

Edith will come in today.

It's already tea time and
we close the office at 6:00.

Then we'll wait until 6:00.

And we'll come
back in the morning.

And every day until she
either turns up or contacts

you with her whereabouts.

It wouldn't be enough
to give her a message

that you want to see her?

CORA: No.

It would not be enough.

You've told her, haven't you?

You've broken your word.

No.

I--

Mrs. Drewe came to the house.

What did she want?

She felt you had
used her badly.

I confess it was a
feeling we shared.

I'm not coming back, you know.

Let's not talk about it here.

Come to me for dinner.

No.

Very well then.

We'll discuss it now in
front of your new employees

and give them
something to chew on.

There is a tea room at
the end of the street.

How are you, Spratt?

Well, I hope.

(GLUMLY) Everyone has
their troubles, my lady.

Oh dear.

Spratt has been helping to
train my new maid, Denker.

I'd say she takes after
the dachshund, my lady.

In what way?

She's quite untrainable.

Spratt!

Will there be anything
else, your ladyship?

[DOOR CLOSES]
-[SIGHS]

Sounds like trouble to me.

Are you certain
Denker's worth it?

Oh, you must put dinner
on Friday into your diary.

That's when Dickie Merton's
coming with his sons.

Yes.
I wonder if it is a good idea.

[LAUGHS]

Isobel's got to
meet them sometime.

And Larry won't make
trouble for Tom again.

Not with Sybil dead.
-Let us hope not.

Granny, I know why you're
finding this difficult.

-Do you?
-Yes.

But you mustn't give into it.

Mustn't give into what?

Isobel's always
been your protege.

She looks up to
you, and you have

kept her from harm in return.

-Have I? [LAUGHS]
-Yes.

So of course it's
difficult that she

is to take her place among
the leaders of the county.

Oh my.

Why is it difficult?

You needn't pretend.

Your positions have changed.

You the widow in
the dower house.

Isobel, a great lady
presiding over a great house.

But you simply have to
be bigger than that.

Is that what you think of me?

That I care about
her change of rank?

Well, you're not
exactly pleased, are you?

No.

But that is not the reason.

Then what is?

Well, if you must know, I've
got used to having a companion.

A friend.

You know, someone to
talk things over with.

Well, you'll still have us.

You have your own lives.

And so you should.

But Isobel and I
had a lot in common.

And I shall miss that.

Granny, you're quite dewy-eyed.

I never think of
you as sentimental.

Nor am I. You've made
me regret my confidence.

Do have some cake.

And for your information,
I don't think Isobel

has ever looked up to me.

Now we drop the sticks
in together when I say.

Ready?
Go!

Where are they?

[GASPS] There it is!

SYBIL: [GIGGLES]
It's me, it's me!

[LAUGHS] Now make a wish.

Darling, you know Aunt
Edith has gone to London?

Yes.

Only I was thinking.

And I wonder, what if
we were to leave here

and to go and live in a place
far away across the sea?

What would you say?

Why?

Well, because it
might be better for us

to start a new life there.

Why?

Because, because I hope to
God I'm doing the right thing.

[BELL TOLLS]

That's the stable clock.

We better get back.

Military transportation.

[LAUGHS]

I've got an idea and
I've told Mrs. Hughes,

but I want you to know it.

I could swear the train
ticket hadn't been used.

I would swear it.

What?

I saw the ticket
in Mrs. Hughes' hand

when she found it in the coat.

It hadn't been torn in half.
It was whole.

I saw it.

Did you indeed?

Things have moved
on, Miss Baxter.

They know Mr. Bates was
in York on that day.

I--I just wanted to be helpful.

We know how you like to
be helpful, Miss Baxter.

By talking to the
police about us.

Excuse me.
I couldn't help overhearing.

Miss Baxter won't say it, but
she's in a difficult position.

On the contrary, Miss
Baxter keeps saying it.

She says nothing else.

--[CLEARS THROAT] Mr. Molesley,
can you remove the baise

from the tables, please?

I'm ready to go up.

I'll come with you.

Ignore them.

I can't.

I feel sorry for them.

Then tell them why you
had to talk to the police.

I'd feel ashamed.

You're in luck.
I'm only just back.

Now listen carefully.

Today I learned I'd been
posted on a trade delegation

to Poland.

I'll be gone for months.

Ah, some people
have all the fun.

I want you to come
up to London tomorrow.

I have some things I can't
get out of in the morning.

That doesn't matter.

I just need you from
about seven o'clock on.

What for?

Mabel's given me
an idea for how

to settle it once and for all.

Just be here.

What sort of clothes?

Rags.

We're going to the Kinema.

Ring me when you get to London.

Your wish is my command.
Bye.

I'm worried about Isis.

MARY: Why?

What's the matter with her?

She's not looking too clever.

Did you manage to get
hold of Mr. Stapley?

I spoke to his wife, my lord.

Uh, he's away until Friday.

Do you want me to try
to find someone else?

No, no.

I'll take her down there
myself on Friday afternoon.

Has the gong been rung yet?

ROBERT: Just.

Why did we bother to change?

It's you, me, Mary, and Tom.

Don't let Aunt Violet hear you.

Where have you been?

Oh, I went to have
tea with Atticus.

We met halfway, in Ripon.

It's getting
quite serious then.

ROSE: Fingers crossed.

Ah but darling, you don't
want to rush into anything.

Oh but I do.

I want to rush in like billy-o.

Rose, it's a big thing
you're contemplating.

Bigger still because
of the circumstances.

You sound like Lord Sinderby.

I can see he wasn't very keen.

He doesn't want Atticus
to marry out of the faith.

He minds.

Why shouldn't he mind?

He's a very important
figure in that community.

ROSE: But you're not
against it, are you?

Of course not.

Still, I think you ought
to write to your parents.

ROSE: Oh, Daddy won't
try and stop me.

ROBERT: No, I don't
believe he will.

ROSE: And Mummy hates everyone.

So what's the difference?

Even so, it's
best not to pretend

that it'll be plain sailing.

[SIGHS]

Where's Marigold now?

The hotel arranges a
babysitter when you need one.

May I see her?

I don't think so.

Not tonight.

ROSAMUND: So what
are you going to do?

I was toying for a while with
the idea of going to America.

Oh don't be ridiculous.

Why is that ridiculous?

She's half American, isn't she?

I thought I'd drop my title
and invent a dead husband.

Then I'd be Mrs. Thing
in Detroit or Chicago,

where I wouldn't run
into anyone I knew.

So is that your plan?

I don't want the magazine
business to fall into ruin.

How could I keep an
eye on it overseas?

And I would like Marigold
to grow up English.

ROSAMUND: And what
is the alternative?

An invented dead husband here?

I'd never get away
with it in London.

I thought I'd make her
my orphan godchild.

Well, I have a different plan.

I'd like you to bring her home.

No.

I won't be the county failure.

Poor demented Lady Edith who
lost her virtue and her reason.

Just listen to my plan.

The Drewes would reach
a reluctant conclusion

that they can't afford to
raise their friend's child.

You've grown so
fond of the girl,

you ask if she might join the
others in the Downton nursery.

ROSAMUND: Well, the Drewe
plan was mad enough.

But this is
completely ludicrous!

How could it possibly work?

Papa must never knew the truth.

I've thought about it.

I don't agree.

While it would take time for
him to get used to the idea,

I believe he would make it.

No.

He'd never look at me
in the same way again.

Very well.

If that's how you feel,
he doesn't have to know.

EDITH: Nor Mary.

I couldn't have Mary
queening it over me.

No one has to know who
doesn't know already.

Your grandmother,
Rosamund, you, and me.

Everyone else will
be told the story.

ROSAMUND: And how would
we execute this insanity?

A farmer's foster child turns
up in the Downton nursery?

People adopt
babies all the time

from all kinds of backgrounds.

So you're going
to try and do this?

I'll telephone
Mr. Drewe tonight

when we get back
to Belgrave Square

and I'll ask for his help.

And what about his wife?

Let him manage her.

CORA: Edith and I
will go home tomorrow.

I'll ask Mr. Drewe to meet
the train and take Marigold.

Then we'll discuss the Drewe's
situation with the family.

And at last, Edith
will fetch the girl

and bring her back to the
house in broad daylight.

Time to call it a day, ladies.

I couldn't agree more.

And one for you, Mr. Molesley.

Thank you.

I'm going up with Lady
Mary this afternoon,

but only for the night.

You didn't have much warning.

ANNA: I know.

But something's come up.

I suppose there's no point in
you looking in at the house.

Not this time.

Leave it til Mr. Brook's
left and we can both go.

Well, it's an invitation
from Mr. Mason.

What?

My Mr. Mason.

Your Mr. Mason.

He wants you and me to come to
the farm tomorrow for luncheon

if we can get the time off.

Why don't you go with them?

I'm sure her ladyship
wouldn't mind.

What's it to you?

Well, you did me a good turn
when I'd done you a bad one.

So I think you deserve a treat.
-He's right.

It would do you good.

But I've not been asked.

Mr. Mason would
be glad to see you.

But would Mr. Carson let us go?

Oh, I think he will if
you allow me to handle it.

He won't like it when
we've got a big dinner on.

Well just-- just
let me tell him.

After all, I'm the one
with the extra work.

And would Miss Baxter
be able to come with us

as Mr. Barrow says?

MRS. PATMORE: Well,
I don't see why not,

as long as you're back in time.

You could go early.

I still don't understand why
he'd write to Mr. Molesley.

Well, I might have
mentioned that he's been

helping you with your books.

You know I write
to him now and hen.

Can we see him?

Not yet.

Oh my god, there's Mary.

What?

CORA: There's Mr. Drewe.

What should we do?

Leave it to me.

Mr. Drewe?

Can you help my mother
with her suitcases?

My sister Mary is
on the platform.

Go to the next
station and come back.

I'll cover the cost.

Hello.

Come on, you.
That's it.

Come on, darling.

Just a game.

[WHISTLE BLOWS]

MARY: So!
You've found her!

CORA: I did!

I don't know what
the fuss was about.

I just thought I'd like
a day or two in London.

MARY: I knew it.

I said that's all it was.

What a nonsense they made.

CORA: Why are you here?

I'm catching the
fast train to London.

It's due any minute.

CORA: When will you be back?
-I'm not sure.

Tomorrow, I think.

Don't forget the
dinner on Friday.

We have a duty to protect
Isobel from Larry Grey.

I don't think he'll
try anything, do you?

Well, have a lovely time.

I'm sure I will.

That was close.

[RINGS BELL]

Have I met your youngest son?

I remember the elder one.

--[LAUGHS] I should
think you do after

his outburst the last time.

But Larry was fond of Sybil
and not about to welcome

the man who'd won her.

Oh, let us hope the years since
have made him more forgiving.

I'm looking forward to it.

And I think we should
make no reference

to the earlier meeting.

Mm, how lucky I am in you.

I know it every time you speak.

Flatterer.

[LAUGHS] I should be going.

I'll see you on Friday.

I can't wait.

Thank you so much
for my lovely tea.

VIOLET: Not a bit.

Spratt will see you out.

Spratt still looks
rather down in the mouth.

I'm afraid the battles with
Denker are far from resolved.

[SIGHS]

It's good to have
a moment alone

to say how much I appreciate
your kindness to Dickie.

I know you don't
approve, which makes

you all the more generous.

Thank you.

Well, it's too late to stop it.

How is Prince Kuragin?

I haven't heard
from him lately.

Why?

Oh, I was just wondering how
you were going to manage when

the princess finally arrives.

Would you receive her here?

Well, I'm not sure.

Since Shrimpy hasn't found her
yet, I've got time to plan.

[DOOR OPENS]
-Ah.

Oh!

What is it now, Spratt?

I'm sorry to bother
your ladyship, especially

when you have company.

I'm afraid I must
hand in my notice.

I have suffered as much as
anyone can expect to suffer

in the course of their duties.

I can take no more, my lady.

I can take no more.

[DOOR CLOSES]

Typical Spratt.

He's as touchy as a
beauty losing her looks.

You don't think he meant it?

Well, if he did, he'd have
given his notice quietly

for a good reference in return.

No.
No.

That is simply a
demonstration of discontent.

So you'll forgive his outburst?

Anything rather than
find a new butler.

[LAUGHS]

[MUSIC PLAYING]

MARY: Why did we
have to rush out?

Now come and stand here.

I still don't understand.

You will.

Do exactly as I tell
you, and you will.

[APPLAUSE]

-Kiss me.
-What?

Kiss me.
Now.

Uh--

Mary.

What are you doing here?

So what did you
think of the film?

--[SCOFFS] There was no
need to stage a tableau.

If you just told me I
was allowed to walk away,

then I'd have gone.

Without these silly games.

But I did tell you.

Often.

And you didn't go.

-Well, I'm going now.
-I know.

And I wish you both
such happiness, Tony.

I really do.

I don't want to hurry
anyone, but can we

bring this to an end?

I've had quite enough
sentiment from John Barrymore

and I'm starving.

Goodbye, Mary.
And good luck to you.

Well, I'm glad
to have engineered

a resolution, even if I should
have thought of it long ago.

He said we didn't need to
do it, but I know we did.

It's funny.

I feel quite sad in a way.

But not sad enough
to change my mind.

She's nice, you know.

She'll suit him very well.

Good.

I'm glad.

So what now?

Shall we find ourselves
some dinner too?

Let's.

We'll toast the fun we've had.

And whatever the
future may bring us.

--[LAUGHS] When are
you off to Poland?

I catch the boat
train on Monday.

So I'm scrambling around
trying to get everything done.

When are you back?

Oh, not for months.

Or even a year.

You'll be married by then.

There.

You're all finished?

How lovely Daisy, to have such
beautiful place to come to.

Oh, she's always
welcome, is Daisy.

I've not been
here enough lately.

Mm hmm.

You've been busy I
know with your books.

That takes up time.

I think I'll stop it now so
I'll be able to visit more.

Do you think she's right to
give up her studies, Mr. Mason?

I do not!

Don't you want
to see more of me?

You know I do.

But education is power.

Don't forget that.

There's no limit to
what you can achieve

if you'll just give a year or
two to mastering those books.

I agree, Mr. Mason.

There are millions
out there who could

have done so much if they'd
only been given an education.

I'm one of them.

I could have made something
worthwhile of my life

if I'd had the chance.

Don't talk as if
your life were not

worthwhile when I know it is.

DAISY: But I think the
system's slanted against us.

That the men in charge'll
always be the men in charge.

How can you say that with the
Labour government in power?

I doubt they last the year.

Well, next time when they're
elected, it'll be for longer.

A-And soon a Labour government
might seem quite ordinary.

Do you think I
should stick at it?

I do!

And now we ought to think about
getting you back to the bus.

ROBERT: Let me take these.

No, no.

Daisy and I are your hosts.

MISS BAXTER: Thank you.

MR. MOLESLEY: Well, thank you.

[COW LOWING]

He's made a daughter out of
his widowed daughter-in-law.

I like it when good
things come from bad.

Have you thought
of explaining to Mr.

Bates why you had to speak out?

He'd understand if anyone would.

He's troubles enough without
burdening him with mine.

We should go.

We must be back in good time
for Mrs. Crawley's dinner.

Mr. Carson says
there was trouble

the last time Lord Merton's
eldest son came to Downton.

Why?
What happened?

Alfred told me if Mr. Branson
hadn't been too drunk to stand,

we'd have had
fisticuffs on the table.

Hey!

And here's me thinking life in
a great house must be dull work!

[LAUGHTER]

Walk on.

Do Mr. and Mrs. Drewe
really want you to take her?

Or is it just a
way of keeping her

here until they have her back?

I don't think so.

They simply can't
afford another child.

And there aren't
any prior claims?

Apparently not.

That's why they took
her in the first place.

What did he say?

Is she carrying puppies?

Because I don't see how
that could have happened.

ROBERT: No, it's not that.

She's got cancer,
poor old thing.

CORA: Oh no!

Oh, how I hate that word!

He said it won't take long now.

He offered to put her
down there and then,

but I-- I couldn't
quite let him.

MARY: Oh Papa, I'm so, so sorry.

ROBERT: Of course, we're
stupid to mind so much.

She probably doesn't
even know who I am

beyond the hand that feeds her.

But even so.

CORA: We'll keep her right here.

This is her spot.

She'll know she's back at home.

ROBERT: I suppose we can't stop
this ghastly dinner tonight.

I don't see how.

Dickie's sons have
come from London.

And Atticus was
on the same train.

No.

Of course we can't put it off.

I wasn't thinking.

Why don't we say
that you're ill?

I could watch her.

I don't have to
go to the dinner.

I think you do.

To lay the ghost of the last
time Larry Grey was here.

I asked them to
bring them down early.

SYBIL: Hello, Daddy.

MARY: Come to Mama, darling.

TOM: Hello, my darling.

Have a good time?

SYBIL: Yes, Daddy.

So how should I answer?

What's this about?

The child at the Drewe's house.

--[SIGHS] It-- it
seems idiotic to me.

MARY: And me.

What about if you want to
start a family of your own?

But I dote on her.

If they send her to
some horrid orphanage,

I'd never forgive myself.

But can't you just
give them some money

so they can keep her?

I think Mrs. Drewe
finds it too much.

It isn't only the money.

Seems a bit feeble.

Does it?

Looking at these two?

[SIGHS]

So, should I take her?
Papa?

--[SIGHS] I-- I leave
it to your mother.

Well, I believe we should offer
little Marigold a home here.

Do you really, darling?

[SIGHS] Well then, I-- I
suppose that's settled.

[KNOCK AT DOOR]

Have all the guests arrived?

I think so.

Oh, I should tell Mrs. Patmore
that it won't be long now.

What are these?

Oh, Mr. Carson's
got a notion he

and I might buy a
place as an investment

and maybe run it as a guest
house or-- or rent it out.

How strange.

Mr. Bates was talking about
doing something similar.

Well, I suppose
we're all beginning

to think of a different future,
whether we want to or not.

ANNA: The other day, Mr.
Drewe was on the platform

when Lady Mary and I were
waiting for the London train.

Oh yes.

Then her ladyship
and Lady Edith

arrived and he got
into their carriage.

He helped lift their bags out,
but then he just stayed there.

In first class?

Oh, that'll have cost
him a pretty penny.

When the train moved off,
I thought for a moment

he had a child on his lap.

I may have been wrong.

I--
-Anna.

You shouldn't involve
yourself in any speculation

of that sort.

The child is safe and
the child is loved.

And that's all we
need to be sure of.

I've been hearing
about Edith's plan.

How marvellous of her.

If you ask me, it's
absolutely crackers.

But Cora seems pleased.

What idea is this?

Edith has taken in
a motherless child

and is giving her a home here.

I should have thought
an orphan rather

an uncomfortable piece of
baggage for an unmarried woman.

You mean a man might not
want to take the child on?

Well, I wouldn't.

Rose, have you written to
your mother about Mr. Aldridge?

I have now.

And will she approve?

Don't be disappointing,
Aunt Violet.

Please.

I promise you, we both know
a difference in religion

is a big thing.

Quite right.

How would you bring up
any children, for example?

Children?

When did this happen?

[LAUGHTER]

I'm talking hypothetically.

And the fact is, most marriages
that fail founder for precisely

this kind of reason.

An irreconcilable difference.

Or maybe they
just don't get on.

TIM: No.
I'd agree with Larry.

It's usually more than that.

It might be different beliefs
or different nationalities

or a huge age gap.

In the end, they
cannot see eye to eye.

I don't see what
you're getting at.

You mean to marry
Mrs. Crawley here.

Well, she seems very nice and I
wish you both every happiness.

Thank you.

But that doesn't
prevent me from seeing

that the wide disparity
in class and background

may prove your undoing.

What did you say?

Only that Mrs. Crawley, a
decent middle class woman

with neither birth
nor fortune, is

expecting to fill our
mother's shoes as one

of the leaders of the county.

And is she capable of it?

Or will her inevitable failure
prove a source of misery

to them both?

ROBERT: You know Mrs.
Crawley's late son was my heir.

What does that prove?

Everyone has distant
cousins who are fairly odd.

How dare you?

Will you go, Larry?

I had to make excuses
for your rudeness

the last time you
sat at this table.

It is tiring to think I shall
be called upon to do so again.

I know the choice of in-laws
is eccentric in this family.

You already boast a chauffeur
and soon you can claim a Jew.

But even so--

Why don't you just
get out, you bastard?

VIOLET: And suddenly we've
slipped into a foreign tongue.

Well, if that is how you feel.

I do not endorse
Tom's language,

but that is certainly
how we all feel.

Then Lady Grantham, goodbye.

And thank you for a
delightful evening.

[DOOR CLOSES]

What did you imagine?

That we would welcome
you with open arms?

-He actually called him that?
-He did!

Right to his face! [LAUGHS]

MRS. HUGHES: Mr.
Molesley, please.

I think he was right to say it.

He may have been right.

But I will not have bad
language in front of the maids.

I feel very sorry
for Mrs. Crawley.

Why should she be humiliated?

They're leaving early.

And no wonder.

Mr. Molesley?

Why are you down here?

Not gossiping, I hope.

Oh, no, no, Mr. Carson.

ROSE: [SIGHS] Golly,
what an evening.

We won't forget it in a hurry.

ATTICUS: Let us remember it
for two reasons-- one bad,

one good.

Oh, what's the good one?

Well, I hope it is good.

I'm listening.

See, the thing is, it occurs
to me that we're already

having to defend ourselves.

Yes.

So let's have a real reason to.

That is, if you
feel equal to it.

I'm not going to
give you answer

until you say it properly.

Do I have to kneel down?

Of course!

But you don't have to stay
kneeling for very long.

Rose.

Darling Rose, will you marry me?

Oh, you can get up now.

ATTICUS: Come on. [INAUDIBLE]

We--we ought to be serious.

The truth is that we haven't
known each other very long.

And they're right that there
are bound to be problems.

The way I see it, we
both know we're going

to get married in the end.

We know we're right together.

Yes, I suppose we do.

That's all I need to hear.

I'll telephone tomorrow
and we'll settle who

tells what to whom and when.

Oh darling!

[DOOR OPENS]

ATTICUS: [CLEARS THROAT]

ROSE: [CLEARS THROAT]

[GIGGLES]

I'm going to wait in the car.

Take as long as you like.

-We'll laugh about this one day.
-Yes.

The sooner, the better.

Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

Tell me it won't
change your mind.

I can't talk about this tonight
nor for some time to come.

And I think Rose
and her young man

will take up every scrap of
attention we have for weddings.

Please don't say that.

Papa!

Larry's been sitting in the car
since he left the dining room.

I'm just coming.

I'll say goodnight,
Mrs. Crawley.

Goodnight.

Don't blame Larry.

He was close to his
mother and hates

the thought of a replacement.
They both do.

You don't need to remind me.

The boys take after their
mother in every possible way.

ATTICUS: [LAUGHING]

ROSE: [LAUGHING]

I'm going to sleep in
the dressing room tonight.

I'm not cross.

I just want to have her with me.

Stay here.

The thing is, I'm pretty sure
she won't last til morning

and I don't want her
to be frightened.

Then lay her here
between us and she'll

know she has someone who loves
her very much next to her.

Two people who love her and
each other very much on either

side.

I only hope I can say the
same when my time comes.

[THEME MUSIC PLAYING]

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