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[THEME MUSIC]

THOMAS: Take them straight to the wagonette.

The inventory, Mr. Carson.

Hm, thank you.

[KNOCKING] -Mrs. Hughes.

Oh, thank you, Mr. Barrow.

How can we get it up to London?

Don't worry, we'll have plenty of time to make repairs.

I must say, you're a real artist.

Well, it's as much Daisy's work as mine.

Now, how much should we take and what

can we buy when we get there?

I'm happy to tell you that most things you can buy in Ripon

are also available in London.

I know, but you don't trust them quite the same, do you?

Well, you don't.

Why is she coming to London?

Haven't they replaced Mrs. Bute?

Oh, no, no, they're not going to.

There will be no permanent housekeeper

at Grantham House in future.

Another clang in the march of time.

-Ta-da. -Oh.

Oh, that's lovely.

You don't think it's a bit mumsy?

-No. -No.

It's very chic.

Can we see it with the hat?

[APPLAUSE]

Are you looking forward to London?

I am.

Mr. Bates and I need to inspect our house there,

so the timing couldn't be better.

Oh, I'm sorry Susan's missing all of this.

She doesn't care about clothes.

I still don't understand why they didn't come two months

ago when they originally said.

How could they?

The government changed the date for the handover.

They were stuck.

I'd have come back anyway if it were my daughter's wedding.

Then I do not suggest a career in the diplomatic.

Will they be there before us?

No, they're spending the night in Southampton,

so we'll all arrive in Saint James' on the same day.

And are we to pretend they're a happy couple?

Yes, we jolly well are.

Why cast a shadow?

I quite agree.

I'm sorry it can't be here.

I don't think a registry office wedding

and a church blessing would be quite what the county expects.

And anyway, London makes more sense for Susan and Shrimpie.

And I want a blessing in a synagogue,

and where would you find a synagogue in Ripon?

I do admire the way you just take it all in your stride.

I think it would make it easier for Lord

Sinderby, if we can manage it.

Ha, I'm not sure Lord Sinderby deserves your concern.

Atticus loves him, and I love Atticus.

Well, love may not conquer all, but it can conquer quite a lot.

I worried about her ladyship having to face the traitor,

but it seems Ms. O'Brien's got herself take

on by the new governor's wife.

Typical.

But I've been told they've neither maid

nor valet, which seems odd for a marquess and marchioness.

To be quite honest, Mr. Carson, I don't think they have

two pennies to rub together.

It's all gone.

So the Sinderby millions must be a cheering thought.

I wonder.

Lady Flintshire's not the most liberal being on the planet.

No.

Then again, Madge says Lord Sinderby's none to keen.

So I gather.

Hurrah for intolerance on both sides, ha.

I'm worried about ruining it all with only Messrs.

Barrow and Molesly.

You think we'll look a bit dingy?

Don't you?

Could we borrow a spare footman?

Oh, I don't know.

Borrowing footman sounds like something

out of the last century, even to me.

Then hire a lad for the week we're there.

It wouldn't cost much.

And that's to be it for the big parade.

The big parade's passed by, Mr. Carson.

We're just trying to keep as best we can.

My turn.

Good boy, George.

Oh, well done, you.

What would my father say?

That you were building a very solid friendship

with your granddaughter.

Heh-heh.

No, darling, you've landed on a snake,

so you have to go back to there.

No.

Don't be so mean, let her stay where she is.

It won't be very helpful later on if we

don't teach her how to lose.

You go ahead and cry, darling, and make Donk feel guilty.

Don't call me Donk.

SYBBIE: Oh, hurry up, Donk, it's your turn.

What's that?

It's from my cousin in Boston.

He sells cars, but he wants to expand into farm machinery.

Well, you know about both.

Exactly.

That's why he's like me to come in with him.

Oh, is he opening a branch over here?

No, he's asked to join him in Massachusetts, as a partner.

Oh.

I see.

How's it going with Lord Sinderby?

Oh, I think he dreams of my waking up one morning

and changing my mind.

You think with a father like that,

Atticus would have a more Jewish name.

His real name is Ephraim Atticus,

but his mother always called him Atticus as a baby and it stuck.

She's your ally.

Yes.

But not because she thinks it's all

unimportant, just that she thinks her son's happiness

is more important. Oh, thank you.

I like the sound of that.

Mr. and Mrs. Bates, might I take up a moment of your time?

I had a call earlier from Sergeant Willis.

Mr. Vyner is back up here and wants

to come by in the morning.

To see me?

To see both of you.

I don't understand.

Why?

I dare say it'll become clearer after his been.

We hoped this was over.

So did I, Mr. Bates.

So did I.

I'm going up.

Good night.

I'll check on the children, so you don't have to.

Well, she's keen, I'll give her that.

Why does she have to carry on as

if she'd invented motherhood?

I'm going to bed, too.

Before you do, have you thought anymore

about the work in the village?

Those cottages are in quite a state

and if we're going to restore them,

then we ought to get on with it.

I know, I know.

But how are we going to find the money?

Let's think about it while we're in London

and make a decision. -Hm.

Is it true that London inspector

is coming back tomorrow?

How do you know that?

Just remember, I'll be happy to swear

I saw that ticket in one piece.

MR. MOLESLY: Her ladyship's on her way to bed.

Right, thank you.

I hope Ms. Baxter's not all we've

got between us and trouble.

I want to use London this time because I always resolve

to visit theatres, and galleries,

and museums, and then I get home, I've not done anything.

I'll join you.

[BELL RINGING]

We'll go together.

I'll hold you to that.

Ah, the date of the unveiling.

Of the memorial?

When is it?

On the 25th, so we'll just be back from the wedding.

Everyone, we will be unveiling the war memorial in the village

at 12 noon on the 25th.

I'd like the house to be well represented.

-Of course. -Yes, Mr. Carson.

I hope you won't object if I don't come, Mr. Carson.

Oh, you'll be missed.

I don't want to drag it all up over again,

but it would be painful.

Mr. Carson understands.

Yes, that's as may be.

Poor woman.

You heard her.

Let's not drag it up again.

[SIGH]

Have you quite finished, my lady?

Yes, thank you, Denker.

Who was that at the door?

A gentleman called Prince Kuragin, my lady.

He's in the drawing room.

I told him you weren't downstairs,

but he said he'd wait.

He was most insistent.

Yes, I-- I-- I don't I'll wear what I chose last night.

I suspected that might be the case so I

put out the lavender day dress.

It goes very well with your ladyship's colouring.

The prince is an old friend, Denker, nothing more.

Oh, I'm sure, my lady, but it never hurts to look your best,

does it? -No, I don't believe it does.

We'll need representatives of the regiments involved,

and of course, a band of some sort.

But I dare say that's all under control.

I dare say it it, my lord.

Oh, I'd like William Mason's father to have a good place.

William left this house to give his life for his country.

I feel that very deeply.

We all do, my lord.

Will you tell the staff?

Already done.

We should have a good turnout.

Mrs. Patmore has asked to be excused,

but that's understandable.

I'm sorry, but not surprised.

My lord.

I don't know what you mean by our last chance.

We left any chance we had behind us many years ago.

I don't accept that.

And what about the princess?

They haven't found her yet.

We've been apart for a long time.

-Are you proposing to divorce? -Why?

Do you want more children?

I wish to spend my final years with you.

As a friend, as a lover.

I don't seek scandal, only love.

The last years have been ugly.

I don't want what remains to be ugly.

No.

So what do you say?

You want an answer just like that?

I know my own feelings.

You do, too.

Well, I can't make a decision now.

I won't change.

Don't proclaim your intransigence

as if it were a virtue.

Yes, things have advanced a little.

It seems Mr. Green was not quite the sun

soul that Mr. Carson depicted.

He appears to have carried out a series of attacks on women.

They were too nervous to come forward before now,

but with a little encouragement, some of them have

spoken out and we've been able to form

a picture of his behaviour.

But nothing happened here.

His victims were generally small, slight women

who had given them little or no encouragement.

How very unpleasant.

Yes, it is rather unpleasant.

Wouldn't you agree, Mrs. Bates? -Yes.

We also have news which may put Mr. Bates in the clear.

A second witness has come forward.

His evidence suggested whoever was

arguing with Green on the pavement was shorter than him.

Someone shorter than yourself, Mr. Bates.

What do you think, Mrs. Hughes?

I-- I don't know a thing about it.

We'll leave it there.

Oh, if we need Mrs. Bates to come to London, uh,

could that be arranged, Mrs. Hughes?

We'll be in London all next week for Lady Rose's wedding.

Then could you pop in to Scotland Yard on Tuesday

at 10 o'clock?

-If she comes, I'll be with her. -As you will it.

Good, that's settled.

Now I'll say goodbye.

What on earth was that about?

He's trying to bully it out, but it's

best not to stand in his way.

Bully what out?

You're required upstairs, Mr. Carson.

Mr. Evans, it's good of you to come.

I'm pleased to, my lord.

Your father carved many stones for your dogs over the years,

so I'm glad you're prepared to go on with it.

These are like the ones we've made for you in the past.

Is this is a book of pets' tombstones?

A parallel universe.

No, my lord.

You have examples of everything we do.

Ah.

I see.

What's this?

A memorial, my lord.

We made it for a garden in Hinckley.

Near Leicester?

You do get about.

There you are.

You took your time.

I thought you'd rung by accident.

How else would you like to be summoned?

By Joshua's trumpet?

I prefer not to be summoned at all.

At any rate, not by you.

Take these down to the car.

I'm going to fetch her galoshes and umbrella.

[SIGH]

I've been thinking.

Should I just tell him everything when we get there

and have done with it?

No.

I'm not one to give up my secrets unless I have to.

They've got nothing else to prove against us if the man who

killed him can't have been you.

-Even so. -Daisy?

Yes, Mr. Carson?

Before we go, his lordship wants to extend an invitation

to Mr. Mason for the unveiling, which will

include you as William's widow.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

I'll write to him as chairman, but it

might be nicer if you were to mention

this in your next letter too. -Of course.

Right.

Well, we'd better get up to the cars.

I hope you can manage a few days without Denker, Spratt.

A hope that will be fulfilled and gladly, my lady.

Are these all the cases, Denker?

Your ladyship is very sharp eyed.

We are missing one.

Since Mr. Spratt was given the task of bringing them down,

no doubt he's put it somewhere special for safe keeping.

Oh, how very considerate of you, Spratt.

Fetch it now, please.

Well, your ladyship, I don't--

Fetch the case, Spratt.

I feel so guilty leaving Marigold on her own.

Oh, she's not on her own.

She's surrounded by nannies and children.

I know.

She'll have a whale of the time.

Edith is obsessed with that child.

She's a dear little thing.

GRANTHAM: So she is.

But as a matter of fact, there is something about her.

About Marigold?

What?

I don't know, a sense of deja vu.

I can't quite put my finger on it.

All of you, Andy here will be an extra footman

while we're in London.

Please be helpful to him.

Starting at dinner tonight?

Yeah, that's the idea.

How did Mr. Carson find you?

I was working as a hall boy.

Mr. Carson rang my old butler to see if he had any ideas.

But it's only a weeks work, will they take you back?

I don't want to go back, not as a hall boy.

I want to be footman now.

This is the first step.

I think that's brave.

Well, you've got to brave these days.

Do you know London well?

No, I, uh, grew up in East End, and I've

only ever worked in Bayswater.

Bayswater?

ANDY: Yeah, north of the park.

Oh, yes, I know where it is.

So you're not known around here then?

No.

And you're just with us till after the wedding?

That's it.

I dare say you enjoy a bit of fun.

Well, I suppose so, as much as the next man.

Well, there's fun to be had around here

if you know where to look for it.

You know this area then?

Oh, yes, I've come home.

I spent many a year in Saint James' Square.

Well, before we get drawn into Ms. Denker's past adventures,

why don't you come along with me and I'll show you it all works?

Chop chop.

Welcome the hunter home from the hill.

How are you both?

Worn out.

The train from Southampton was almost as bad as the voyage

from Bombay.

You must lie down before you change.

Do you remember Carson?

I gather you haven't brought any personal attendants,

my lord.

Those days are done for us now, Carson.

We needn't tell the world.

Well, should--

You will have Lady Mary's maid, Anna, to help you, my lady.

His lordship will have Mr. Molesly.

Now I'll show you to your room.

We're not in one room together.

The thing is we're very squashed.

I'm not sharing a room.

I'll go to an hotel.

Come on.

Don't worry, my lady, we'll manage.

If you'd like to come this way?

Maybe Lady Rose could share with Lady Edith?

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

I knew she'd be trouble.

Mummy.

They'd said you'd arrived.

Yes, what a journey.

I seem to have been travelling for as long as I can remember.

Well, you're here now.

Won't you give your poor old mother a kiss?

Of course.

This is quite a choice you've made.

I hope you'll like him.

They're all coming for dinner tonight.

And you're quite, quite sure?

Absolutely.

Well, then, that's all I needed to hear.

Has Mr. Carson announced dinner?

They're not all here yet.

I found a letter from Mr. Vyner when

we arrived, confirming I'm to be at Scotland

Yard in the morning.

Try not to worry about it.

Why not go to see your house afterwards?

You'd enjoy that.

Now, in London, we supervise, but they

help themselves to coffee and drinks from a side table.

Once they settle, we leave to it.

At my last place, the footman stayed till they went to bed.

Well, not here.

If they want a second drink, it's up to them.

There we are.

I hope Anna was helpful.

She will be, I'm sure.

Where are the Sinderbys?

Oh, we thought you might be Lord and Lady Sinderby.

Heh-heh, afraid not.

Oh, hello.

SHRIMPIE: What are they like?

Well, she's very nice and fond of Rose.

He's less convinced.

Rose is more than a match for him.

It does make me smile that they should be the ones objecting.

They have as much right as we do.

Mummy, Daddy, can you try to behave like a happy couple?

Wouldn't that be rather dishonest?

Why?

You haven't separated yet.

We separated the moment we walked down

the gangway at Southampton.

It won't kill us to put on a show for a few more days.

The thing is I don't want to give

Lord Sinderby any ammunition.

So Lady Rose MacClare is a mesalliance.

I'm not sure that's helpful, Granny.

Lord and Lady Sinderby and Mr. Atticus Aldridge.

Do come in.

How lovely to see you.

Lady Sinderby, Lord Sinderby, welcome.

Daddy, Mummy, this is Atticus.

How do you do?

What a peculiar name.

How's it going?

Lady Flintshire's not a push over.

I told you that.

I must ask, because I can't get it out of my mind,

why has the inspector summoned Mrs. Bates?

Would it help if I swore neither of them

has done anything wrong?

I never doubted it.

But it's a relief to hear.

I'd better go up.

What made you choose Yorkshire?

Was it a historic reason?

Not really.

I used to go there as a girl.

And of course, it's beautiful.

Do you have any English blood?

It's true, we only date from the 1850s,

but Lady Sinderby's family arrived in the reign

of King Richard III.

Really?

I always think of you as nomads drifting around the world.

Talking of drifting around, is it

true you're starting your honeymoon

at the Melford's in Coningsby?

Yes, Lady Melford is Mother's cousin.

Is she?

I never knew that.

I gather you wanted the synagogue blessing?

I'd like to respect both sides.

Well, you don't understand our customs.

Then again, why should you?

So it won't be possible?

No.

He should have told you.

I thought we could have a dinner

on Wednesday night for all of you

so you could meet some of the relations.

And show how lucky they are.

Have you got many of staying?

We're crammed to the gunwales.

Atticus has had to move into the Halnaby Hotel.

I love the Halnaby.

It makes sense.

And he can have his-- what do they call it now?

His stag party there, without disturbing us.

Will you be going, Lord Sinderby?

Hardy.

Stag parties are rather high on father's disapproval list.

Is it a long list, Lord Sinderby,

the things you disapprove of?

No, as long as I can steer clear

of card sharps and undercooked fish-- and divorce.

I think I'm fairly easy.

Is divorce so terrible these days?

Is it worse to stay together and be miserable?

Well, I'm clearly old-fashioned,

but to me divorce signifies weakness, degradation,

scoundrel, failure.

Are you glad to be in London again?

I will be when I get the house back.

When do the tenants go?

Next week, in theory.

I need to pull the real pictures out of storage.

What a palaver.

I know, but think the relief when

I can shut the door at last and be alone in my own home.

Won't Lord Flintshire be in there with you?

Of course he will.

Of course I will.

What a funny thing to say, Susan.

Funny is one word for it.

Well, I want you to know that you'll always

be welcome at Canningford.

How kind.

Tell me, do you find it difficult

these days to get staff?

Not very, but then we're Jewish, so we pay well.

And if I don't get an early night,

I'll never make it through the week.

Is Dicky Merton coming to the wedding?

I don't think so.

Oh.

Oh, I'm sorry.

You've changed your tune.

Well, I've been reminded recently

that one is not given many chances in life

and if you miss them, they may not necessarily be repeated.

Sinderby's stiff as a board.

What more can I do?

May I ask do you two worry about Sybbie and George

when you're away?

Why should we?

No reason, but I think about Marigold all the time.

Heavens, what are you going to be like when

you have one of your own?

I intend to leave it all to Nanny.

You say that, but I supposed I'm

used to that children live at Downton,

but it still seems odd.

Will it be different in America?

-He isn't going and that's flat. -Mary--

Stop.

This is my wedding and I'm not having it spoiled.

Quite right.

I tell you what, why don't the four of us go for lunch

on Wednesday, even you Edith, to mark

Rose's last days of freedom and the end of an era.

Let's go to Rules, my treat.

Yes.

Why not?

Sinderby is going to be quite a challenge for Rose, I'm afraid.

No doubt about that.

And what possessed Susan?

Do you have an English blood? Really.

She speaks without thinking.

By the way, did you know Bates and Anna are going to Scotland

Yard tomorrow morning.

Certainly not, why?

Bates didn't really give a reason.

Do they want us to give character testimonials?

I offered but he said no, not yet.

The stonemason has sent his bill.

Is Mrs. Patmore downstairs?

I believe so, my lord.

And is Bates back?

Not yet, my lord.

A strange business, Carson.

Can I help?

I'm just trying to find the letter box

or don't you have one?

It's through there, but the post may have gone.

Is it crucial?

A bit crucial, I hate saying the check's

in the post when it isn't, but I'll walk up to German Street.

Here's Carson.

Is Lady Flintshire too late to give you a letter?

No, my lord, I'm collecting them now.

Thank you, Carson.

Ms. Baxter and Mr. Molesly have asked me to go see the Wallace

Collection with them tomorrow.

Daisy, the wedding is on Friday.

That's what I said, but it's only Tuesday night,

and we've done most of it, haven't

we, apart from the stuff we can't do before the day?

I don't know.

Is this a kitchen or a holiday resort?

[SIGH]

Go, but-- well, if you're not back by tea time,

I'll call the police.

Oh, my God.

I do apologise for interrupting your work, Mrs. Patmore.

That's quite all right, my lord.

I'm afraid I'm a bit of a mess.

Not at all, please?

I just wanted to ask you if you might

reconsider coming to the unveiling of the memorial.

Um, I don't mean to be rude, my lord--

I know that, but it's important to me

that reconciliation is the spirit of the day

and I should feel I had failed in this if you were

to be absent from the ceremony.

Please?

I ask it as a favour.

Very well, if it means that much to your lordship.

It does, thank you.

If you'll come this way, Mrs. Bates?

I'm staying with her. VYNER: Suit yourself.

Through here, please.

Take your place in the line.

But why?

What have I done?

-This is madness. -Come along.

Ah--

There, hold the cards in front of you, please.

Thank you very much, you may go.

What is this about?

She had nothing to do with it, you know that.

Calm yourself, Mr. Bates.

You of all people must be aware that most of this stuff

is just routine, so we can cross people off our lists.

Let's go.

We have some business to attend to while we're here.

You'll want to get on with it then.

Have you got the hang of it now?

I think so.

Dinner's done and dusted without incident.

Take you for a walk later, show you sights.

ANDY: What about Lady Grantham?

She'll be in bed before then.

I wonder, would you mind taking the coffee up

while it's still hot or is that too much to ask?

I hope you're not planning to lead

him into bad ways, Ms. Denker.

No, and he isn't a country lad, is he?

I expect he knows his way around better than I do.

I doubt that.

She's got a plan in mind, that one, a plan

to her own advantage, and I'd like to know-- Daisy,

are you listening?

London's full of possibilities, isn't it?

Life's full of possibilities.

Really?

Sometimes I think my life has no possibilities at all.

[SIGH]

Where's Aunt Violet?

My Aunt Violet has gone up.

So has Mrs. Crawley.

And Atticus?

Where's the lovelorn swain tonight?

Don't you remember?

He's got his bachelor party.

Do you like him, Daddy?

Please say you do.

Certainly I do, very much.

Did you get to Bond Street?

The chap I need to see was busy, so I'm

going tomorrow afternoon.

Please don't make as late for Lady Sinderby's dinner.

What are you doing in Bond Street?

It's just an idea I've had, that's all.

An idea he's clearly not going to share with us.

[CHEERING]

All right, I'll see you.

I'm going to bed.

You said we'd have one more drink and I've had one more.

So now I'm off to bed.

You can stay as long as you want.

Put in on my bill.

[CHEERING]

[GIGGLING] No, no, not tonight.

I'm sorry if I misled you, but it's not going to happen.

[KNOCKING]

Who is it?

WOMAN: Your tea, sir.

But I didn't order any tea.

What on earth?

Is this a joke?

Did Mr. Ryecart pay you to go up?

Just wait one moment. Bye.

Andy.

How was last night?

Did you go for your walk with Ms. Denker?

Yes, I bloody well did, the more fool me.

Is everything all right, Mr. Barrow?

Just fine, Mrs. Hughes, thank you.

Michael and I had luncheon here on our very first date.

One day, you'll be glad to think of the times

you spent together.

You are the only member of the family

that seems to understand.

Sorry we're late.

How did you get on?

Oh, so well.

If I show you, the women here will be too jealous to eat.

Oh, ah, this came for you by messenger.

Carson asked me to give it to you.

Thank you.

Who's it from?

It's not signed.

It's just a note that says last nigh--

What is it?

Atticus, picking up a tart of some kind

and letting her into his room.

What?

Oh, God.

Have some water.

Are you ready to order?

May we have a few more moments?

[CRYING]

What are you going to do?

Not sure.

Maybe I'll chuck tonight, but what shall

we do about the wedding?

I'll tell you what you'll do.

You'll go and telephone Atticus now, arrange

to see him this afternoon.

Mary, go with her.

This is classic stag party stuff.

You mean they got him drunk, set him up,

and booked a photographer to maximise his embarrassment?

I'm sure he's regretting it bitterly this morning.

But is regretting it enough?

It wouldn't be for me.

Of course, there is a man who'd rather this marriage

didn't take place.

And his name's Lord Sinderby.

But would he do something so grubby?

You'd be surprise what people can

sink to to get their own way.

They're talking now.

He'll meet her in Saint James' Park at 3:00.

And this is to confirm there'll be no upstairs dinner tonight.

The family is dining with Lady Sinderby.

I can't see why we bothered to get an extra footman.

We should have just hired some help for the wedding

and left it at that.

It's unusual for a bridegroom's parents

to entertain just before a marriage.

It feels quite foreign.

Maybe that sort do it differently.

Oh, don't you start.

I am not prejudiced, Mrs. Hughes.

There are many things you could accuse me of, but not that.

How about lack of self knowledge?

Mr. Carson, could Andy have some time off tonight,

if the family don't need him?

He's only been here for a couple of days

and he's already asking for extra time off?

He wants me to show him a bit of the town.

And the dowager?

I'll be back in time to put to her bed.

I want everyone here until the family leaves.

And make sure you're back by 10 o'clock.

THOMAS: What were you going to show him that you

didn't show him last night?

Why?

What did he tell you?

Only that he didn't enjoy himself.

Oh, poor diddums.

I hope he's made of sterner stuff than that.

I never even knew this existed.

Oh, I like these smaller museums,

the Wallace Collection or the Mauritshuis near the Hague.

Have you been to Holland?

No, I've just read about it.

It's as if the intimacy, being near the paintings

makes them more powerful.

I feel the same.

Do you, Daisy?

I feel as if I've been down a coal hole and someone's

opened the lid and brought me into the sunlight.

Well, that's very gratifying.

Is it, though?

I feel so resentful, so discontented.

It's as if my whole life were a prison I have to go back to.

Don't say that.

I don't want to think I've made things worse.

Isn't that Lady Rose?

This doesn't even make any sense.

Stop.

Let's leave them to it.

I don't know.

You're never safe till the ring's on your finger.

Do you want to be safe, Ms. Baxter?

I might.

You really believe I would stoop so low?

You think that of me?

I'm satisfied it was not a prank.

Rather a thought out plan to induce Lady Rose

to withdraw from the marriage?

Call her Rose, for heaven's sake.

You think I am the perpetrator.

You are opposed to my marrying her,

much more so than I've confessed to Rose to any of her family.

Very well, let us be honest.

I am against it.

Our family has achieved a great deal

since we came to this country, and not just for ourselves,

for our people.

We have a proud history and we've taken our place

among the leaders in this land.

And now, you want to throw all that away

for this little shiksa.

Don't call her that.

I'm sorry.

I don't mean to insult the girl.

She seems decent enough, but she is English and Anglican,

and so will her children be.

She's Scottish.

Oh, British, then.

The second Lord Sinderby may be Jewish, but the third will not.

And soon, our family will be one more British dynasty

with all the same prejudices as everyone

else who shops at Harrods.

Any children we may have will be brought up to know

both sides of their heritage.

Your children will not be Jewish.

Don't you understand that?

Their mother will not be Jewish and neither will they.

They may choose to convert.

Or are you implacably opposed to giving anyone a free choice?

How easy you make it sound and how little you've had to fight.

You must come.

They're here.

I need your word it wasn't you.

Of course it wasn't me.

Don't you know me at all?

Atticus says it must have been a practical joke.

Do you believe him?

I don't think it was a joke.

It was either true and he's lying or someone's

trying to stop the wedding.

And I'd like to know which.

Preferably before Friday.

Rose, may I introduce you to my cousin, Sir John Glove.

Come.

WOMAN: Edith, darling. -Excuse me.

We'd better act fast before all hits the rocks.

Everything seems to be hitting the rocks at the moment.

That's a bit sad.

I mean it.

Sybil was my ally and she's gone, now Rose,

and you're about to leave and take Sybbie with you.

It's too much to bear.

Mary, I must live my life.

What?

And leave me alone with Edith?

When you read in the paper I'm on trial for murder,

it'll be your fault.

Maybe you're right and it wasn't a joke.

But all I care about is you should believe me.

Of course I do.

It's almost worse to know there's

someone out there who hates us enough to concoct such a lie.

Tell us more about British India.

Oh, it's a wonderful country.

Bombay is a marvellous city, though I'm not sure how

long British India has to go.

We heard about that terrible Amritsar business.

Amritsar was a very unfortunate incident,

ordered by a foolish man.

I can't agree.

General Dyer was just doing his duty.

You haven't got that quite right.

Oh, I suppose we're each entitled to our own opinion.

Are we?

I hesitate to remind you that Shrimpie

knows India and you don't.

You look very serious.

Granny, do you think Lord Sinderby

would try anything horrible to prevent the wedding?

Well, he'd certainly like it stopped.

But he does love Atticus.

My dear, love is a far more dangerous motive than dislike.

Come on, it's so fun on my own.

But you never talked to me from the time we got there.

Go and get changed.

Why are you bullying him, Ms. Denker?

Can't you pick on someone your own age?

He'll have fun when he gets there?

Maybe, but I suspect you're a bad influence all the same.

Then I suspect we have something

in common, Mr. Barrow.

Cheeky.

Well, if it was so lovely, why have you been

a gloom since you got back?

It's shown me what I've been missing.

Before I started studying, I thought

history, art, or 'owt like that were only for the family,

not for us.

Yeah, but surely, it's a good thing

if your horizons have expanded?

In a way, but it's shown me how empty my life's been until now.

You've learned a trade, you're skilled.

You're an artist yourself.

Look at this wedding cake.

And what for?

So I can skivvy in a kitchen that isn't even mine?

Well, wasn't it your plan to study so you could help

run Mr. Mason's farm?

But even if I do that in the end,

wouldn't I be better studying here,

with galleries, a libraries, and theatres all around me.

I could get a job in London, I know I could.

I'm sure you could.

Then that's it?

I've made my mind up.

I'm handing in my notice.

Oh, Daisy.

You've been very good to me, Mrs. Patmore,

and I'll be sat to say goodbye, but I think it's right.

Hasn't she brushed it off as a malicious trap?

Yes, she has, but who would do it?

Granny thinks it might be Lord Sinderby.

Ought we to challenge him?

Can I give you a night cap?

Yes, please.

Not for me.

I'm tired.

No, and you?

No, but I'll look in to say goodnight.

Hm.

Where are Ms. Denker and Andrew?

Not back yet, Mr. Carson.

When I said I wanted everyone in by '10 o'clock?

I'm sure they won't be long.

[GRUNT]

Where have they got to?

God knows, but it's hard for Mr. Carson.

Ms. Denker's not under his jurisdiction

and Andy won't be around long enough to mind a black mark.

Oh, she's using him in some way, that lad,

to her own benefit.

Which I do not like to see.

Cocoa, if anyone wants it.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

You should let me do that.

I shall have to manage without you,

so I may as well get used to it.

Don't be like that.

I'm not like anything, I'm just facing facts.

What are you doing in here?

Waiting for you.

I can't think why.

Did you enjoy this evening?

Not really, no.

In fact, I hated it.

Having to play act in front of those people is so degrading.

It's not for much longer.

Did you know that Anne Melford was Jewish?

I neither knew nor didn't know.

What difference does it make?

Oh, no need to parade your pseudo tolerance here.

We are quite alone.

I don't feel as you do about it.

Or about anything else.

Either way, I want no more of your tricks.

Is that clear?

I don't know what you mean.

Yes, you do.

And if you don't promise to behave, I will tell Rose

and we'll see what she makes of it.

You're talking in riddles.

You set up Atticus.

The whole cheap dirty episode began and ended with you.

Just because Rose was to clever to be taken in

doesn't mean that she'd forgive you.

Are you ill?

I was curious to know about the payment you spoke of.

I read the chequebook stub and telephoned the firm.

Get down, you cat.

Doesn't it mean anything to you that we have lost our money,

that we have lost our position, that we have lost

everything that the children have grown

up expecting as their right?

And now you want Rose to be an outcast?

I'm not saying everything would be easy for them,

but who has a life where everything is easy?

Not us.

And God knows not her.

Just don't mention the divorce until after she's

tied the knot.

Do you think he'd put his foot down at the 11th hour?

I'm warning you.

If this marriage does not go ahead,

Rose will know the part you played.

Since we're all here, I've decided

what to do about the cottages.

I'm going to sell the Della Francesca.

I've been to Sotheby's and they're confident we'll

get a good price.

Are you sure, Papa?

But you've always been so proud of it.

I don't enjoy it as I did.

My Papa always said one should only sell for a purpose

and I agree.

The good of the village could be that purpose.

I'm pleased.

Now we can get with the work as soon as we're home.

Shall we?

I've spoiled the painting for you,

haven't I, with Mr. Bricker?

That's why you're selling.

Yes, but not in the way you think.

Every time I look at it, I am reminded

that I didn't trust you and I feel so angry with myself.

I want to be rid of it.

Oh, that is a horrid trick.

Whoever thought it up has a nasty mind.

What shocks me the most is that anyone

could want me to be so unhappy.

Excuse me.

This is what troubles me.

Would I be right to marry Dicky when I know his sons

would hate us to be happy?

Well, that's all very well, but why should

you let them cheat you of your future?

I'm sorry to disturb you, my lady,

but Ms. Denker is not well, so Ms. Baxter

will look after you tonight.

Will she be all right?

It's nothing serious, my lady.

Thank you.

At last, I have a plan.

Start the work on the village, find the new agent,

and set off for America.

But won't all that take months?

Why don't we say I'll stay for Christmas and then go?

It's a dagger in my heart.

I don't know what I'll do without you.

Did you every think you'd say that when

I drove you to your fittings with Madame Swan in Ripon?

Hm, and Sybil got her to make evening pyjamas

and Granny almost fainted.

We have our memories, you and I.

But now you'll take them away with you to Boston.

And I'll cherish them when I get there.

(SINGING) It's a long way to Tipperary--

You need to calm down.

You need to calm down, Ms. Denker.

Ms. Denker--

To go, but don't tell mother.

Is she sick?

Go get Mrs. Hughes.

(SINGING) --to Tipperary--

[BELL RINGING]

Oh, I must get to my lady.

No, I'm doing it.

Mr. Carson's told her you're ill.

Oh--

Really, Ms. Denker.

And in front of the maids, too.

Oh, ho-ho, well, who gives a tinker's curse about the maids?

Right, that's quite enough of that.

And as for you, where have you been?

You don't want to know.

Oh, put on your livery and get out to the drawing room.

Maybe if I made her some coffee it might sober her up a bit.

Well, anything's worth a try.

[LAUGHTER]

[CRYING]

Mrs. Patmore, whatever's the matter?

Don't mind me.

DAISY: Tell me.

No, it wouldn't be fair.

Fair to who?

To you, you daft h'aporth.

I don't understand.

I am crying because I don't want you to leave.

Oh, I will miss you.

Oh, don't concern yourself, I'll get over it.

I'll work out a month's notice.

I have to come back for the memorial ceremony anyway

and I haven't got another job yet.

Forget the coffee, she's gone up, thank the lord.

We should go too. -You're right.

Has something happened?

No, not yet.

Oh, you've come back then.

We thought you'd run away to see.

I'm very sorry, Mr. Carson, but Ms. Denker was taken ill.

Oh, never mind taken ill, I wish she'd been taken

away by the men in white coats.

Go down, Mr. Carson, we'll manage.

What happened?

Well, she took me both nights to this horrible basement

club somewhere off of Shaftesbury Avenue.

And I suppose you gambled?

And I lost the lot.

I paid for it on a note, but it'll take all my savings.

And I bet she didn't lose a thing.

Hm, one question, she's not made a play for you,

done anything improper?

No.

No, God, no.

No, nothing like that.

She just sat there and drank and they

gave her whatever she wanted.

I see.

At least I think I see.

Next time, I'm coming with you.

Does there have to be a next time?

Yes, just one more and I'm fairly

sure you're going to enjoy it.

I dare say this is the first for you, Granny,

to sample the joys of the registry office.

And you'd be quite wrong.

No, in 1878, I attended the wedding of Lord Roseberry

and Hannah Rothschild.

It was held in the Board of Guardians, very much the same.

Seems almost sad in a way.

But you're marrying a Rothschild,

there are certain compensations.

Is Lady Flintshire all right?

Cora, would you go and help Susan?

Look, she seems in rather a queer way.

There is something that you must know

and I feel most uncomfortable not having told you before now.

We don't want any death bed confessions, Susan.

Remember, this is not your day.

I'm sorry, Aunt Violet, I think it's time.

In fact, it's long over due. -What it?

No, please--

Shrimpie and I are in the process of getting a divorce.

What?

I'm afraid it is going to be all over the papers.

And as things stand, it must involve you and your family.

God--

Thank you, Lady Flintshire, or may I call you Susan?

We are forewarned and so now we will be forearmed.

You can't mean--

Father, please, I beg you.

If you do anything to stop this marriage, anything at all,

I will leave you and then you will have

a scandal worthy of the name.

Well, I doubt you expected to take

your beloved child through the portals

of Caxton Hall Registry Office.

There are lots of things in my life I never anticipated.

But if you're sure, I'm sure.

By the way, Atticus was blameless.

I'm ashamed now that I wobbled.

I know he was blameless.

How can you know?

Well, I do, beyond a trace of doubt.

Who did my enemy turn out to be?

Never mind about that.

You don't know him, not properly.

Then I don't want to know.

I don't want to hate anyone today.

You do realise this is my real wedding?

Not the blessing this afternoon?

This is where I become his wife.

And I hope you will be very, very happy, my dearest darling.

I don't believe it.

Is that it?

Am I just expected to be a good loser?

It's too late for that, my dear, far too late.

Please stand.

Now, listen, everyone, as soon as they finish lunch,

they'll get ready for the blessing at half past two.

Those of you going to the Savoy Chapel,

there'll be a coach to bring you back for the reception

this afternoon.

What about dinner, Mr. Carson?

Just the family, her ladyship wants

a buffet of what's left over.

-I might add some hot soup. -I should go.

I'm helping Lady Rose to change.

I don't think it's right to put on a wedding dress

when it's only a blessing.

She won't wear a veil.

You're right though, you should get on.

So we should be able to get away later on,

if you're up for it, after her ladyship's gone to bed?

What?

You mean you want to come?

Well, you've been having lots of fun, Ms. Denker,

unless you feel the worst for wear.

I don't know what you mean.

I had a headache, that's all.

Well, if he's coming, you needn't bother.

No, we want Andy with us.

With you for what?

Nothing, Mrs. Hughes.

You should know, Andy, you take your life in your hands

if you throw in your lot with these two.

Lord Sinderby, please believe that I love your son very much

and whatever I can do to make him happy, I will do.

We know that, my dear, and we wish

every blessing on your head.

Well, well, the thing is done.

Let us go forward in hope.

There they are.

We should say hello.

Ah, look who's coming your way.

Hello, Tony, how lovely to see you.

And you, of course, Mabel.

Welcome.

Are we welcome?

I hope so.

You're as welcome here as I trust

I will be at your wedding.

Ah, is it just me who's embarrassed?

I'm not embarrassed.

We're getting married in December

and we'd be delighted to see you both there.

Oh, I'm so pleased, truly.

It'll be in London.

Country weddings in the winter can be such muddy affairs.

I don't suppose we'll ever know who did it now, but who cares?

It wasn't my father.

Oh, I never thought it was.

I mean, I know he's against me, but that sort of thing's

not his style.

You see?

She already knows you better than he does.

I'm not sure it's what she really wanted,

a registry office and the Savoy Chapel,

but I do think she'll be very happy.

I agree. They're well matched.

When are you going home?

First thing.

I can't wait.

The call of young Marigold.

You sound as if you don't approve.

Oh, it's not that.

Oh, look, it's Tony and Mary.

They make a handsome couple.

Give it up, Papa.

It's a pipe dream.

So did it turn out as you planned?

You were just what I needed when I needed it.

I hope you know that.

Well, I know a lot of things.

And one of them is not to mess with Lady Mary Crawley.

But everything's come right.

It has for me.

I hope it does for you too.

Good luck, Mary.

Lord Sinderby has taken Brancaster

Castle for the grass this year.

In Northumberland?

Yes, and we wondered if you might like to join us there.

That's very kind.

All of you.

It would give us great pleasure.

All of us?

I wonder if you know what you're taking on.

[LAUGHTER]

I'll telephone Lady Grantham in a day or two

and we'll talk dates.

I look forward to it.

That wasn't too hard, was it?

Not hard for me, since I was allowed no say in the matter.

None at all.

He seems like a wonderful boy.

Thank you, that's very kind.

I've heard about your declaration

at the registry office.

All I want is your happiness, my darling.

Whatever I said or did was done from love.

I'm afraid we must have different definitions

of the word.

How are you two bearing up?

Well, thank you, Lady Manville.

I do feel for you.

It must be very trying, but I so admire

you for putting on a good face.

I wonder if you remember that my father was Jewish.

Oh.

I'm afraid I-- that is-- how interesting.

Ah, Louise, I wasn't expecting to find you here.

Is everything all right, my lady?

I thought I'd sneak away.

I don't think I'll be missed.

Oh, I wouldn't say that. [SIGH]

I feel as if our household is breaking up, Carson,

but I suppose that's what happens.

People grow up and move away and things change.

I hope Lord Gillingham hasn't upset you.

Oh, no.

He's happy with Ms. Lane Fox and I'm happy for them.

Because if I might be permitted to say so,

he wasn't good enough for you, my lady, not by half.

I don't think anyone else would agree with you.

But the difference is that you agree with me.

I watched you realise it as time went on.

Reluctantly, perhaps, but you came to see

that he wasn't up to the mark.

I'm not sure if that's alarming or reassuring

coming from someone who knows me so well.

Reassuring, I hope, for I'm confident that you

will triumph in the end.

Thank you, Carson.

That means more to me than you know.

Oh, no, it was a funny marriage.

No proper service, no veil, you'd have thought one of them

was divorced.

I wish them well.

I don't mind Lady Rose, me.

Is this it?

Welcome to the Velvet Violin. [MUSIC PLAYING]

Thank you.

We'll go in separately.

Don't talk to me until we're at the tables.

Back again, Ms. Denker?

I've brought two with me this time,

the new boy and another one.

So I see.

Well, give yourself a drink and help them find the tables.

Thank you.

What's his name, the one she was talking to?

Uh, Basil Shute.

Why?

You'll see.

You're gonna play?

I might have a go.

Pontoon's my game, but don't you.

All right?

That was quite a marathon, but I think a happy one.

Oh, yes, they're well suited.

And they were bound to find out in the end

about Lady Rose's parents.

At least it's out in the open.

They'll have to lump it.

Now that Lord Sinderby and Lady Flintshire

both have a reason to look down on the other,

that should keep them quiet.

[KNOCKING] Yes?

I beg your pardon, my lady, but Anna's wanted downstairs.

What do you mean, Mrs. Hughes?

I haven't dismissed her.

I know, my lady, and I feel most uncomfortable, but--

What is it?

What's happened?

Mr. Vyner's downstairs.

-What? -But he hasn't--

He says he's come to arrest you.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Does that always happen?

Not always, no.

All right, cash them in and pay your bill.

I couldn't let you do that.

Why not?

You want to get out of here alive, don't you?

I'd have to pay you back.

We'll argue about that later.

Off you go while I see to Mr. Shute.

-What do you mean? -Go.

Excuse me, can you tell me which of these knuckleheads

is a Mr. Basil Shute? -Why?

Well, there's a woman at the bar

who's boasting of a trick she's been playing on him all week.

Oh, yeah, what's that then?

Yeah, she, um-- she waits outside until someone's coming

in, then she enters with him and claims free drinks all night

for bringing a new punters.

Oh, she does, does she?

It's the woman I arrived with.

Bye.

No, wait.

She was using me.

She chose me because she thought I

was too young and stupid to see where she was at.

And she was right, wasn't she?

So next time, ask your Uncle Thomas.

Right, let's go.

Oh.

Excuse--

Haven't you forgotten something?

What?

Your bill for three nights worth of drinking, Ms. Denker.

That'll be fours pounds and 10 shillings.

I must wait for Mr. Bates to come down.

I can't go without telling him.

It might be kinder you let him hear the news from Mrs. Hughes

when he can't say anything he'll regret.

But this is absurd.

I forbid you to take her.

I think you'll find the correct forms have been observed.

What is this? What's happening?

-Don't make trouble, Mr. Bates. -You can't do.

Try to keep calm, Bates.

Can't I stands surety for her?

I'm afraid not, sir.

Mrs. Hughes, will you fetch her coat.

No, I can't let her go.

You must.

The witness has identified Mrs. Bates

as being on the pavement near Mr. Green just before he fell.

I insist on telephoning our lawyer.

Telephone all you like, Miss, you'll find Mrs.

Bates at the Gerald Row Police Station,

but I suggest you leave it till the morning for her

sake as much as anybody's.

I will ring him now because she is innocent and I am not miss,

I am Lady Mary Crawley.

I don't care if you're the queen of the Upper Nile.

I'm going and she's coming with me now.

Bates.

"They fell with their faces to the foe.

They shall grow not old as we that are left grow old.

Age shall not weary them, nor the years condemn.

At the going down of the sun and in the morning,

we will remember them."

CROWD: We will remember them.

[MUSIC PLAYING]

Stand at ease.

Stand easy.

Before you disperse, I would do beg

your indulgence for a moment.

Can I draw your attention to one more gallant

chap who volunteered to fight?

He wasn't local to Downton and so his name does not

appear on the memorial, but his memory

is cherished by some here.

And so it seems right to us to mark his passing.

Mrs. Patmore?

Oh.

Sacrifice is right.

DAISY: I think that's lovely, Mrs. Patmore.

I'm so pleased for you.

-It's just as it should be. -I believe so.

I'd like to see William's name now,

if you have a moment, Daisy.

MRS. PATMORE: My sister's going to find a real comfort.

It'll be nice for you too, Daisy,

to have the memorial so bear.

I thought I'd feel sad when I read William's name,

and so I did.

But I felt proud too, very proud.

Of course.

Daisy may not be here forever, but that won't she's

any the less proud of our William.

What?

Are you going away, Daisy?

Well, no there's nothing wrong.

She's got a taste for London, so we'll have

to learn to manage without her.

And at her age, it's right she should

have a new adventure, isn't it?

Is this true, Daisy?

No, she's just teasing.

At least, I did think about it, but I've

decided I'm not going anywhere, or not

until I've passed my exams.

Ah, I'm glad.

I hate it when people who love each other must be far apart.

I know what you're thinking.

It is not hard to guess, my lady.

She won't be convicted.

I don't even think she'll be tried.

They have nothing to go on.

Nothing they're sharing with us.

But you're right, my lady.

She will not be convicted.

Now that we're back, do you really think I should

put up a fight for Dicky?

You said you wouldn't do anything

until after Rose's wedding.

Well, it's over.

So it is time for action.

Fighting talk indeed.

And will you put up a fight for Price Kuragin?

Well, you forget the winning card.

Lord Merton's wife is dead.

I always forget how much I enjoy London.

You should go up more often, take

an interest in your publishing.

You should get involved in the running of the business.

You're clever and a good writer.

They're lucky to have you.

Mary always talks like shes' the only one

who will miss you when you go, but you know I will too.

And I'll miss you.

Poor Mr. Bates, they locked him up when he was innocent,

why shouldn't they do the same with his wife?

Well, I have faith in British justice.

Mr. Bates was released in the end.

After he'd served time.

Sorrow seems to shatter them both.

And in their wake, it shadows us.

Come, Mrs. Hughes, this isn't like you.

Take courage for their sake.

We must always travel in hope.

I realise today what it is about Marigold

that keeps catching my eye.

Oh, yes, what's that?

She reminds me of Micheal Gregson.

Just tell me if I'm wrong.

You're not wrong.

Don't tell Edith you've guessed.

Why not?

It certainly makes things a good deal clearer than they were.

Just don't, not yet.

Mary doesn't know either, nor Tom.

Please let it be Edith's secret a little while longer.

Very well.

I must admit it's an unusual sensation

to learn there's a secret in this house I'm

actually privy to.

But I'll be silent if you wish.

And you love her?

Your new granddaughter?

As a matter of fact, and perhaps to my surprise,

I rather think I will.

[THEME MUSIC]