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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.

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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.

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