All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E01.Episode.1.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(dogs barking)

(horse neighing)

(dogs barking)

I think we're all here.

I'm looking forward to this.

You should be
at this board meeting.

You're a trustee
and the patron.

Why are they coming here?

I don't know exactly.

I suppose they have something
they want to tell us,

but I don't know what.

They obviously need
more money.

(horn blows)

Right, we're off.

See you later.

Who's that?

It's not one of the farmers'
wives, is it?

No, I don't think so.

Do you really like
riding like that,

when a side-saddle
is so much more graceful?

And so much more
dangerous.

Is Mama right?

You're dodging
the hospital meeting?

Only a little bit.

May I be of assistance?

No, thank you.

Well, I expect you'll want
to get started.

Started at what?

Following the hunt.

If you go with the others,
they'll show you

where you can watch them
jump the brook.

I see.

Ta very much.

Can I lick the bowl?

Yes.

You can both
lick the bowl.

ANDY:
I enjoyed that.

THOMAS:
Was it your first meet?

There's not much hunting
in Bayswater.

Andy, go back and check
that everything's come down.

I think it has,
Mrs. Hughes.

It never hurts to check.

He's a nice boy.

THOMAS:
He is, and I think
I'm showing him

the right way
to go about things.

I should let him find
his own way, Mr. Barrow.

GEORGE:
Can I have a piggy back?

All right then,

but not for long.

I want to go hunting too.

All aboard!

And off we go.

(imitates hooves clomping)

Faster, faster!

Everything running smoothly?

Oh, I suppose so.

It's harder with no
kitchen maid, you know.

Have you settled
on a date yet?

Date?

Oh, you mean for the wedding?

(humming "Here Comes the Bride")

No, not yet.

(laughing)

Oh.

What are you doing
up here?

The button
came off my cuff.

I thought I'd mend it
before things got busy.

Shall we go down?

Before we do, um...

I wish you'd tell me
what's wrong.

Whatever makes you say that?

You'll say
I'm being stupid.

Well, maybe you are.

Maybe.

You see, when I accepted
Mr. Carson...

(gasps):
You didn't mean it.

Oh, yes I did.

He is a very,
very dear man.

So what's the problem?

I hadn't fully considered

all the aspects
of marriage.

Of what I was
getting into.

I don't understand.

What aspects?

You know each other better
than most couples

at the start.

Oh, my Lord.

You mean...

Yes.

That is precisely
what I mean.

Well, there's nothing
so terrible about it, is there?

So they say.

I wouldn't know,
of course.

Mrs. Patmore,
look at me.

I am a woman
in late middle age.

Oh, don't say "late."

I was not bad looking as a girl,
if you can believe it.

Very easily.

But these days?

I'm not sure I can let him
see me as I am now.

Perhaps you can
keep the lights off.

That is not helpful,
Mrs. Patmore.

Well, won't he feel the same?

I mean, no one's
clapped eyes on him

without his togs for years.

Except the doctor.

Good point.

Very good point.

Maybe he'd prefer us

to leave that side
of things alone?

Sorry?

Live like brother and sister,
you mean?

A very loving
brother and sister.

And that's what you want?

I don't know what I want.

Except not to feel
embarrassed and absurd.

Is this why you've
not fixed the date?

I think we should be clear
about what we're doing.

Or not doing.

Yes, thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

The trouble is,

I don't believe
it's a conversation

I can have with him.

You're not suggesting I try?

Oh, would you?

Oh, by heck.

(sighs)

I've had some commissions
in my time, but...

It would be such
a weight off my mind.

(sighs)

Anna?

Whatever's happened?

Nothing.

I'm starting a cold.

I'd better get on.

(gasping)

(horn blowing, dogs barking)

Oh!

Are you all right?

(groans)

Of course.

No bones broken, anyway,

thanks to nice
Mr. Fairclough here.

Very kind of you,
Fairclough.

Good to see you out.

I never like
to miss a day's hunting

when it's on my doorstep.

Shall I take you back
to the house, m'lady?

Certainly not.

If you can just
give me a hand up.

I'm not taking
any sort of tone.

I'm just reminding you
of the deadline.

Thank you.

Goodbye.

Trouble at t'mill?

My editor
Mr. Skinner again.

What's the problem?

Everything's a problem.

No, that's not quite true.

I think the problem is me.

He doesn't like working
for a woman, simple as that.

I suppose you're right

not selling up
and taking the money?

I think I am.

Andrew, please ask Mrs. Hughes
to organize tea for...

I'm not sure.

Can you count them
as they arrive?

Very good, m'lady.

ISOBEL:
When did you learn about this?

What do you mean?

Well, you seem to be

in possession
of the facts

when it's the first time
we've heard of it.

What does that matter?

The fact is that the
Royal Yorkshire County Hospital

wants to take over
our little hospital,

which is outrageous!

But it's not
as simple as that.

Why not?

Because there may be benefits
for the village.

If we form
such a partnership,

our patients would have access
to more modern equipment,

to more advanced treatments.

Our fundraising
would be more efficient.

And the price
of the fundraising

would be to lose all control

and to become the tools
of a faceless committee in York!

What matters more:
health or power?

What matters is
to have power

over the maintenance
of our own health!

Ladies, ladies, please.

Lady Grantham is right.

Our independence
is surely not something

we should just abandon
without a second thought.

How did you find out about this?

They wrote to me.

Who did?

I'm the Hospital Almoner,

nobody's written to me.

Ever since you took
that position,

you talk as if
you run the place.

I do run the place!

Or at least I know every detail
of how it's run.

And I ought to be told
about any proposed changes!

You're being told now.

If you must know,
it was a friend

on the board in York

who whispered it to me.

They'll write
to all of us soon.

So you want
to protect your power

at the expense
of the patients.

I want to protect the patients
at the expense of my power.

And may the best man win.

I'm glad we agree on this.

Don't let's make
too much of it.

I'm fine.

I'm going in.

I'm completely whacked.

Don't tell your mother.

Can you make sure he gets
a proper rub down?

He did well.

STABLE BOY:
Yes, m'lady.

Who are you?

Rita Bevan.

Don't you know me, Lady Mary?

Because I know you.

No, I do not know you.

And I suppose you have forgotten

the Grand Hotel
in Liverpool too, m'lady?

And the nights you spent there
with Viscount Gillingham?

I was a chambermaid.

But I suppose we're invisible
to people like you.

This is all nonsense.

You've no proof.

Don't be silly.

You don't know what I've got.

To start with, I've got a page
from the register.

Then you are a thief.

Yes, I am a thief,

and I want 1,000 pounds
to keep my mouth shut.

(laughs)

That's ridiculous.

We'll see how ridiculous it is.

I'm going now,
but I'll be back.

Don't bother.

You're not the first person
who's tried to blackmail me.

Well, I'm glad you know
how it works.

And as I say,
I will be back.

A penny for your thoughts.

They're not worth as much.

They would be to me.

THOMAS:
Oh, I'm worn out.

Give me some tea.

You let those children
run you ragged.

Thank you.

I've had Miss Marigold
on my back since luncheon.

How lucky is that child?

Why do you say that?

Well, what was she?

A farmer's daughter?

Until she caught the eye
of Lady Edith.

Now she'll grow up
in the bosom of a great family

and no doubt live her life
accordingly.

I don't believe
Miss Marigold

has any greater guarantee
of happiness...

(bell rings)

That's Lady Mary
back from the hunt.

(beverage pouring)

I know you don't approve,

but it's quite ordinary
in London now.

Will that be all, my lord?

Yes, thank you.

At least...

There is something.

This is part
of a larger conversation,

but at some point,

we need to discuss
future staffing requirements

at Downton.

We have cut down
quite a bit, my lord.

We've only got one hall boy
and two housemaids,

and as the kitchen staff have
left, we've not replaced them.

I know, and there's no need
for anything drastic.

The estate's working well,

thanks to Mr. Crawley
and Mr. Branson,

but I don't like to feel
out of step with my fellow man.

As a matter of fact,

both the housemaids have
handed in their notice.

I was going to tell you.

Oh, were they unhappy?

I hope not.

No, no, no.

One is leaving to get married,
which we knew was coming,

and Madge has found a job
in a shop.

Which is better than
working here.

She says that her young man

wants her to be free
in the evenings.

I must ask you
to remember, my lord,

that there were six footmen
when I first came here,

and five housemaids.

Now we've got to two of each
and no kitchen maids at all.

We must run this place
as it should be run.

I'm not asking you
to wield a scythe,

but, I mean, who has
an underbutler these days?

If I could stop history
in its tracks, maybe I would.

But I can't, Carson.

Nor you nor I
can hold back time.

Unfortunately.

(clears throat)

The Dowager Countess
has arrived, m'lord.

Mm.

ANNA:
And she definitely
waited on you?

What does it matter?

She knows I was there
with Lord Gillingham.

Are you going to pay her?

1,000 pounds?

Don't be mad.

If I pay her,
she'll only come back.

What will you do then?

Nothing until I have to.

Why should a paper print it,
anyway?

"Earl's daughter in love tryst
with married viscount."

He wasn't married then,
nor was I.

It's still a good story.

Anyway.

What about your story?

Is there any more news?

You must still be on bail
or else you'd have told me.

We both are in a way.

At least I'm on bail
and he's on tenterhooks,

until they decide
if they can make a case

against either of us.

What does Sergeant Willis say?

Nothing, and Mr. Willis
isn't unkind.

He'd have told us
if it was over.

No wonder you're upset.

Why do you say that?

You just seemed a bit down
in the mouth when you came in.

Never mind me.

Now, what should we do
about your hair?

I'm afraid you'll be
very late going down.

I wouldn't have washed it,

but I came off
and it was full of mud.

You'll just have to do
your best.

You're very quiet.

MRS. PATMORE:
I've got a lot on my mind.

A problem shared
is a problem halved.

Or doubled.

(clears throat)

Ah, there you are.

They're down,
Mrs. Patmore,

so I'll announce it
when you're ready.

No, I'm ready now.

The first course is cold,
so it's already up there.

Very good.

Mr. Carson,

could I have a word?

When you're done
for the night.

May I know what about?

I'll tell you then.

It's nothing bad.

At least...

No, I'll tell you then.

Hm!

I don't think Mr. Molesley
meant to be unkind

about Miss Marigold.

I'm sure he didn't.

Only it seemed to put you
in a strange mood.

Did it?

It's ironic.

So many children
in need of a home,

so many homes
in need of a child.

(crying)

My god,
what have I said?

My darling,
what have I said?

(crying)

It's not your fault.

Only...

I thought I was pregnant.

And then this morning...

Well anyway, now I'm not.

You should have told me.

I didn't want
to get your hopes up.

You weren't to know that
it'd happen.

But you see, I was.

Because it's happened before,
twice.

I can't do it.

I'm not able.

(crying)

There is no proof of that.

But if you're not,
you're not.

We'll be all right.

I've let you down.

There are no words
less true than those.

You could never let me down.

Besides, we've had
so many troubles.

There isn't a couple
in the world

who've had as many worries
as we have.

(crying)

So what did Tom
have to say?

He's found a flat
with a garden

and Sybbie's happy
at her school.

Speaking in an American accent.

Would that be so awful?

VIOLET:
Poor Tom.

If he was a fish
out of water here,

what is he in Boston?

A fish back in water,
I should have thought.

There's a tremendous
Irish community there.

If you ask me,
he's landed on his feet.

How is the search going
for his replacement?

We've hardly started, really.

MARY:
We haven't started at all.

We don't need a replacement.

Why not?

Because I'm his replacement.

I'm going to be the new agent.

You're what?

We've worked together
since he came back from Dublin.

Why shouldn't I?

Quite right.

But what about
the heavy lifting?

Granny, I think I can lift
quite as much

as sad old Mr. Jarvis
before Matthew chased him away.

Brains count
for more than muscles.

Long live women's rights
and all that,

but it's not a good idea

to take on a job
that wears you out.

I'm doing it now, aren't I?

Yes, but you'll be dead
by the year's end

if there's no let up.

I suppose we only know
what we're capable of

when we test our limits.

And we certainly know
what you're capable of.

What is that supposed to mean?

EDITH:
Isobel?

What's Granny done wrong?

We're going
to have a fight

about the running
of the hospital,

and she began it
by concealing the facts.

Oh, dear.

It seems to me
we should consider...

VIOLET:
Cora, don't waste
your time on it.

It's a matter between me
and Cousin Isobel.

ROBERT:
We can't have
the President

in a tug of war
against the Almoner.

We can if it's needed.

With poor old Clarkson
as the rope.

Is now a good time?

As good as any.

Sit.

Some of this?

No, thank you.

Well, the thing is,

I've been speaking
to Mrs. Hughes

about your marriage.

Oh, yes?

And I was wondering about...

At least,
we were both discussing

the terms on which you intend
to live.

Good terms, I hope.

Are you sure?

Go on, then.

You see, we were talking
of how it will be,

sharing your life
after so many years on your own.

That's the nub of it, I agree.

Because you've got used
to doing things

in a certain way.

It's true, I have.

But I like to think that
I'm not too old to change.

No, of course not.

But do you expect to...

to share your...

...way of life?

Doesn't everyone
when they marry?

I suppose.

So...

What can I do for you?

Nothing.

Oh...

Oh, it was very nice

having a little chat,

and thank you for the port.

But I'll leave you to it now.

Hm...

Are you plotting
something?

You sound like a governess
in fear of dismissal.

You sound like
a guilty party

who's trying to throw me
off the scent.

Is something
on your mind, Robert?

You seem a bit
troubled lately.

Do I?

Well, maybe I am.

To be honest,
I'm starting to ask myself

how much longer
we can go on with it all.

Well, go on with what?

The household.

The servants.

You're not in difficulties,
are you?

No.

But a butler, underbutler,

footmen, a valet,
ladies' maids?

To say nothing
of the housemaids,

the kitchen, the laundry,
the gardens...

Yes, well, you...

You think it's a bit
too much in 1925?

The wage bill is three times
what it was before the war.

Soon, it will be worse.

And anyway, who lives
as we used to now?

I don't think you'll see
much change at the Palace.

The royal family, then.

The dukes, some others,
and good luck to them.

But most people
are cutting down.

It seems hard
that men and women

should lose
their livelihoods

because it's gone
out of fashion.

But what if they
could find work?

Well, how many
do you see going?

I don't know, but some.

(sighs)

(door opens)

Granny was on form.

(laughs)

I ought to go up
to London soon.

Is this your editor?

Partly him.

I must get him back on track.

But my tenant's also moving out
at the end of the month.

Out of Michael
Gregson's flat?

Out of my flat.

But, anyway, I'm not
quite sure what to do.

Should I smart it up
and let it out again,

or would it be good for me
to have my own London base?

It's a thought.

Anyway, I'm off to bed.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

(door closes)

Edith alone on the town.

What will she get up to?

At her age, she's entitled
to get up to something.

What's the matter?

Why do you ask?

I just worry about you.

I'm your father.

It's allowed.

What makes you think
anything's the matter?

DENKER:
How was dinner?

Did you enjoy it?

Quite.

I'm afraid the times are
catching up with the Abbey too,

as they were bound to,
I suppose.

How do you mean, m'lady?

Well, the way
they run things there.

They're not going
to lay off staff?

Don't say anything.

Oh, I'm a veritable tomb

where other people's secrets
are concerned, m'lady.

It won't affect us.

I hope not.

Oh, no.

We're down to the bare bones
as it is.

You're right.

Things are positively
frugal around here.

I do worry about those
who'll have to go.

But remember, no talking.

M'lady.

How did you get on last night?

Um...

Daisy, fetch that
coconut ice.

I'd like Mrs. Hughes
to try it.

Not very well.

I couldn't seem to get
to the subject.

Was he putting you off?

No, I wouldn't say that.

But it was a difficult topic
to arrive at.

Um, excuse me,
I hope you can help me.

I've got a message for Lady Mary
from the Dowager.

She said it's urgent.

If you give it to me,

I'll get someone
to take it to her.

Lady Grantham said

I was to put it
into Lady Mary's hand.

I'm sorry, Miss,
but we don't know you.

And Lady Mary
isn't down yet.

I'm Ellen Gorse.

I've just started
at the Dower House.

I've only got to give her
an envelope.

Very well.

I'll take you to her room.

(knocking)

Yes?

I'm sorry to bother you, m'lady,

but the Dowager has sent
a message for you.

Apparently it's urgent.

I doubt it.

I haven't got it, m'lady.

She sent a maid
to put it into your hand.

How mysterious.

Well, where is this
Mercury maid?

Here, m'lady.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

We mustn't delay you.

Can you send Anna up?

Of course, m'lady.

How dare you?

I dare more than you dare.

You could have asked her
to throw me out.

Why didn't you?

It would only
make things worse.

It'll be a lot worse
when you're sprawled

all over the center pages
of the News of the World.

You're revolting.

Can't you see that none
of that stuff works with me?

What stuff?

"La di da,
gracious great lady."

You think you're so marvelous,
don't you?

Your lot's finished.

You're going down
and we're coming up.

The working classes
may be coming up,

but I'd be very surprised
if you are.

Now please get out.

Can I have the money?

No, you'd only
come back for more.

Suppose I gave you my word?

If I wasn't so disgusted, that
would actually make me laugh.

I was just on my way up,
m'lady.

This is Miss Bevan,
whom I was telling you about.

How did you get in here?

How do you think?

I lied.

Now, you've got
one more chance,

and that'll be your last.

You must be a glutton
for punishment.

Now Anna, can you make sure
she leaves?

Certainly, m'lady.

(door closes)

Mr. Molesley's been on at me
about my exams.

MRS. PATMORE:
Oh, I don't envy you.

I can still cheer myself up
by thinking,

"At least I don't have to take
any more exams."

But he's right.

I must take them,
or what's it all been for?

Ooh, it doesn't look as if
she'll be staying on

at the Dower House.

ANNA:
No, I wouldn't have said

she was a long-term prospect,
Mrs. Patmore.

Not very congenial, you see.

I wonder what was
in that message.

I suppose you're surprised

to see me lining up
with the Dowager.

Only because
I think you're wrong.

Forgive me, but you have
a touching faith in officialdom.

Once they take over
the hospital,

they will lay down the law

with no regard
for the needs of this area.

I've seen it in war
and in peace--

it's always the same.

Do you not care?

I'll tell you what I care about.

It's not complicated.

I care about survival rates.

Mrs. Crawley, I'm sure you don't
intend to be offensive.

No, but I intend to be truthful.

I am the Almoner.

I know the facts about this
place as well as you.

So this isn't something Lord
Merton has persuaded you into?

Lord Merton?

You remember him, surely?

That famous fount
of all medical knowledge.

Well, I wish you luck
with your fellow warrior.

What is it they say?

"Rather you than me?"

Good day.

(sighs)

You've got a visitor.

Sergeant Willis is here.

What does he want?
Search me.

He's in Mr. Carson's room.

Mr. Bates is there already.

ANNA:
But surely
if a woman's confessed,

then that's the end of it?

Not quite.

Inspector Vyner thinks
it may be a false confession.

You do get people
coming forward

when they've nothing
to do with it.

But haven't they checked
her story?

If she's one of his victims,

people must have seen them
together.

That's the point.

They can't prove a connection.

She says Mr. Green
picked her up in a pub,

but no one can
corroborate it.

We can't send her to prison
if she's delusional.

Then why have you
come here today?

Because I thought
it was your right

to know that someone
had confessed.

How did she know Mr. Green
would be in Piccadilly?

It was a spur
of the moment thing.

She just saw him standing there.

Did he speak to her,
like the witness said?

He spoke.

He belittled her
and he laughed at her.

And she pushed him.

I believe she's
telling the truth

and I'm certain
it'll come right.

Just keep the faith.

Good day.

How stupid of him.

To come here
before there was any proof.

Don't be harsh.

He meant well.

Meaning well is not enough.

A letter from Rose to us all.

How does she sound?

Hectic and happy.

New York seems to suit her.

M'lord, William Mason's father
is downstairs.

Oh?

What does he want?

It seems the owners
of the estate

where he's a tenant
are selling up.

What?

The Darnleys
are selling Mallerton?

I find that very hard
to believe.

So did he, my lord,

but now there's
to be an auction

of the contents of the house
on the tenth.

You astonish me.

But what can I do?

He wonders if you could
put in a word for him

to keep his tenancy.

Well, how does he know
that's not what they intend?

He's had a letter giving notice.

Oh, it may be a formality.

They have to sell
with vacant possession,

but the new owners
may well keep him on.

He just wonders if you could
find out what his chances are.

Can't he ask them
himself?

You'd be more likely to get
a straight answer.

I hope it's not
an impertinence.

No.

He was William's father,
he's Daisy's father-in-law.

He enjoys privileges
in this house.

That's what I thought, m'lord.

Well, I don't mind
telephoning.

Is Mason
in the servants' hall?

Give him a cup of something

and I'll ring down
if I can make contact.

Very good, my lord.

So what are you
going to say?

I've heard they're selling.

I might know someone
who's interested,

but I thought
I'd check first.

Very ingenious.

You would have made
a good courtier.

I would not.

Too much standing.

Ah, Mrs. Hughes.

You don't think maybe you should
start calling me Elsie?

Not here.

Not while we're working.

Go on, then.

I wish we could settle the date.

There's no rush, is there?

(clears throat)

Mr. Mason.

His Lordship's
ringing them now.

Thank you.

But they can't just
tell you to go,

not when you and your dad
have put in so many years there.

They've given me notice

and I shall have
some compensation,

but, in the end,
I'm just a tenant, aren't I?

That's not how I see it.

It doesn't matter
how you see it.

That's how it is.

Hello!

(sighs)

Ah, hello.

Hello, Miss Denker.

What's your mission today?

Not stirring any trouble up,
I hope.

Me?

Now, why would you say that?

I can't imagine.

No, I've come here

to sympathize.

Sympathize?
What with?

News that the household here's
to be reduced.

I am sorry.

What? Where did this
come from?

Oh, she never disappoints.

ANDY:
Well, I suppose
that's me gone then.

Last in, first out.

You don't know that.

Oh, I suppose it comes down

to who's useful
and who's ornamental.

Wouldn't you agree,
Mr. Barrow?

If it's all right with you,
Miss Denker,

I'd rather talk
to the organ grinder.

Oh, dear.

I do hope I haven't cast
a shadow.

What did you think
you were doing,

sprinkling sunshine?

By the way,
when did that new maid start?

What new maid?

She came here
this morning

with a message
from her ladyship.

I haven't the first idea
who that could...

(bell ringing)

Oh, that's the library.

Mr. Mason, you'd better
come up with me.

Andrew, what are you
doing down here?

Mr. Molesley thought
we might need more milk.

Well, get it then.

Mr. Carson...

Did you know anything
about staff being laid off?

It's not a subject
for the here and now.

Are you ready, Mr. Mason?

Naturally, Sir John is
very upset by the whole thing.

I should think he is.

Unfortunately,
they couldn't sell the estate

without vacant possession.

So it's sold now?

Yes.

At least they think so.

And I have to go.

Not necessarily.

That would be the decision
of the new owners.

I see.

Well.

Thank you very much
for putting in a word, m'lord.

If I hear anything more,
I'll make sure Daisy knows it.

Thank you.

CORA:
Poor man.

To have his whole future
hanging in the balance

at his time of life.

These are days
of uncertainty.

How was John
when you spoke to him?

In a state.

They're throwing in the towel.

He says once the debts are paid,
there won't be too much left.

Tim's emigrating to Kenya.

Poor Marian.

To be separated
from her only son.

She'll hate that.

I said we'd go to the sale.

Do you want to?

Well, John's father and my papa
were as thick as thieves.

It might be nice to find
a memento of the old boy.

How was Granny?

Getting ready
for a fight.

Run to Mummy, Georgie.

(giggling)

Hello, darling.

I wish you'd
stay out of it.

Not least because
she's bound to win.

Nobody ever stops her.

What you mean is
no one has stopped her yet.

Can I help you,
Miss Denker?

No, I'm just tidying
her ladyship's papers.

She'll be down in a minute.

I'll tell Mrs. Potter.

Oh, how very reassuring,

the butler giving the cook
an early warning.

What are you talking about?

No, I don't want to worry you.

Worry me with what?

Oh, well, if you must know,

there's going to be a shortening
of the wages bill around here.

But why burden ourselves?

What can we do?

Que sera sera.

Are you trying to suggest,
in your usual maladroit fashion,

that our jobs are in peril?

Well I hate to sound smug,
Mr. Spratt,

but I would suggest
that her ladyship

will always need
to dress and undress.

Oh, while a butler is a luxury?

Is that what you're saying?

My advice, Mr. Spratt,
is to live for the moment.

We none of us know
what the future will bring.

(door opens)

Ah.

I've put your spectacles
over there, m'lady.

Oh, thank you, Denker.

Spratt, I'll have dinner
whenever it's ready.

Would you tell
Mrs. Potter?

I will, m'lady.

Although you could have rung
for her yourself.

I beg your pardon?

I was just thinking aloud,
m'lady.

I'm sorry.

I was...
I was thinking aloud.

(door closes)

Have you decided what to do
if that Miss Bevan returns?

Not yet.

If I pay her,

I have a blood-sucking
vampire on my back

for the rest of my life.

If I refuse, I'm ruined.

What would you do?

Don't be blackmailed, m'lady.

I know it's easy to say,
but don't.

I think I agree.

If I'm strong enough.

Either way,
my life's up the spout.

And though I hate
the idea of scandal,

somehow the shadow of blackmail
is worse.

The cheek of her.

It was all I could do
not to give her a slap.

Will there be
anything else?

No, thank you.

We may have our problems,
the both of us,

but we'll get through them.

Could you spare me a minute?

If you like.

Come along to my pantry.

It's just that
I have a feeling

that we never quite got
to the reason

for your visit last night.

No, that's correct.

Only I'm asking myself,

were you a messenger
from Mrs. Hughes?

You could say that, yes.

You were on a mission
for her?

Yes, it's true.

Mrs. Patmore,

did she ask you to tell me
she's changed her mind?

What?

No!

Well, not exactly.

(sighs)

I'm waiting.

Well, that is all very fine,

but it's hard for me
to talk about such things.

Now I'm on the edge
of my seat.

Oh, it's no good,
I shall have to look away.

You see, she is a very
proud woman, Mr. Carson.

I know that,
and I respect her for it.

And she would never want
to appear ridiculous

in your eyes.

Nor could she.

No, but...

As your wife she wonders
if you would expect...

...that she perform
her wifely duties.

Don't wives normally
perform their duties?

Good wives, any heck...

Oh.

Yes, that's it.

I think we've got there.

I do believe we have.

She needs to know
if that's what you anticipate.

A full marriage.

As opposed to?

Living together
in companionship, I suppose.

In friendship.

Warm friendship, I'm sure.

Is that what she's offering?

Warm friendship?

She has to know what you expect.

BATES:
Do you ever think of a time

when we're told the whole
Mr. Green business is over?

ANNA:
Of course I do.

We could start
to plan again.

Revive our dreams.

You mean your old dream
of a house full of children.

I'm sorry.

That's the end
of the self-pity, I swear.

If they'll just
leave us alone,

I'll be happy
whatever comes.

No, you won't.

At least not as happy
as you could have been.

But it's nice of you
to say it.

Well...

That was an awkward mission
for you, if you like.

Oh, I'll say.

I'm sorry if you're embarrassed,
because I am.

I'm not embarrassed, exactly.

I do not believe
that embarrassment

has much of a part to play

when something is
as important as this.

But what am I to tell her?

Tell her this, Mrs. Patmore:

that in my eyes,
she is beautiful.

I see.

You say she asks
if I want a "full" marriage,

and the answer is...

Yes, I do.

I want a real marriage,
a true marriage

with everything that
that involves,

and I hope I do not ask
the indelicate

when I send you back
to relay this message.

Don't worry about me.

I love her, Mrs. Patmore.

I am happy and tickled
and bursting with pride

that she would agree
to be my wife,

and I want us to live
as closely as two people can

for the time that remains
to us on earth.

Well, you couldn't make it
any clearer.

I'll say that for you.

And if she feels that
she must withdraw,

so be it.

But I could never have lived
some pat-a-cake friendship lie.

No, I didn't think you would.

And for what it's worth,

I wish you the best of luck,
Mr. Carson.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

That is worth a great deal.

I'm sorry to disturb
your ladyship.

Yes, Spratt, what is it?

I just hope
you will be kind enough

to give me
sufficient warning.

I'm sorry, what?

So I may find myself
alternative employment

before I am cast out.

Oh Spratt, you've clearly
had a bad dream

and are confusing it
with reality.

Your ladyship's humor
is always a tonic,

but it is a matter
of some importance to me.

If you were talking in Urdu,
I could not understand you less.

Miss Denker has broken the news
that the households,

here and at the Abbey,
are to be reduced.

Has she?

I do not see
how you could manage

without a cook,
a housemaid,

or Miss Denker,

which leaves me as
the only candidate for removal.

Well, I believe many people live
without butlers.

So I'm told.

Exactly.

And all I ask is some warning
when my time is up.

Leave this to me, Spratt.

I will attend to it.

Your ladyship.

(sighs)

DAISY:
So, can I go to the auction
tomorrow?

But why does Mr. Mason
want to go himself?

Won't it make him sad?

I think he's quite
nostalgic.

He's known the family
all his life.

But it's bound
to be upsetting.

Which is why I want to help.

Oh, I see that.

And the new owners
will be there.

Well, of course they will.

They'll be wanting to buy
a lot of the stuff

to make it convincing
when they take over.

We'll be back in time for tea
so I can do my work for dinner.

But how will you get there?

I've asked Mr. Stark
if I can ride in the front

of one of the cars.

Well, you've got a nerve.

Mr. Carson
won't like that.

Even Mr. Carson can't always
have it his own way.

Ooh.

MOLESLEY:
Lady Mary's gone
into Thirsk, Miss,

and I don't know
when she'll be back.

Who shall I say has called?

I'll wait.

Um...

Lady Mary
could be several hours.

There's no point
in waiting.

I will all the same.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

I'll deal with this.

I have no desire
to be rude, Miss,

but if you wish
to see Lady Mary,

I suggest you make
an appointment.

What's going on, Carson?

Nothing to concern you, m'lord.

This young lady is leaving.

On the contrary, m'lord,
it will concern you quite a lot.

Because I've waited
for Lady Mary long enough!

Oh, my dear,
how exotic.

I expect to find the whole
of the Bloomsbury Set

curled up in a corner
with a book.

Michael knew quite a few
of them, actually.

I met Virginia Woolf
in this room,

and Lytton Strachey, although
he didn't stay very long.

I wish I'd known
your Mr. Gregson.

We smiled at each other

and spoke about the weather,
but we never really talked.

Sometimes I feel I've been given
one little bit of happiness

and that will have to do.

From now on, my life will be
all of a pattern.

Nonsense.

You have Marigold.

That's true.

So, what do you think
I should do?

Would you like a London life?

The fact is,
I'd like a life.

Well, I won't speak
against London,

but remember,
I had no children

to make a country life
sensible.

Whereas I have a child
I can't acknowledge.

People aren't so curious
in London.

No.

They couldn't care less.

Isn't that a relief?

And then there's the museums
and galleries and theater.

People always talk
of such things,

but one only ever goes
when friends come to stay.

When's your train?

You're right.

We should go.

But the question remains:

what is your future?

Hanging around Downton
being sniped at by Mary?

Charity work?

Traveling?

Publishing?

What?

Well, that's the problem.

I don't know.

I just don't know.

I've been watching out
for you.

Why? What is it?

A young woman
of most unappealing aspect

has been asking for you.

Was her name Bevan?

I knew she was trouble.

She may cause
trouble for me,

but only because
I've been foolish.

We can all be foolish,
m'lady.

You know, Carson,

someday there'll be
something I've done

that even you
will condemn me for.

I doubt that very much.

Did she say if she'll be back?

She never left.

I tried to get her to go, but...

Where is she now?

In the library
with his Lordship.

Papa, I don't know what
this person has told you...

Only the truth.

But I hope you're not
giving her any money.

Not on my account.

Take it and go.

And remember:

one word...

Aren't you the lucky one?

But then,
I suppose you always are.

What did she say?

Enough.

I find I'm most disappointed
in Tony Gillingham.

Don't be.

He wanted us to get married.

Our week in sin was just part
of his plan to persuade me.

Then why did you say no?

Because when it came to it,
he wasn't right.

At least not for me.

And you didn't think of George?

Of course I did.

I thought of all of you.

I just needed to be sure.

I suppose you were a widow
after all

and not a deb
in her first season.

But it's still not the way
your parents would have behaved.

Oh, I don't know.

If you believe what they write
about the Edwardians these days.

What were you planning to do
with Miss Bevan?

I wasn't going to be
blackmailed, I know that,

so I suppose I'd have let her
publish and be damned.

Rather tough on Tony and Mabel.

Anyway, I'll telephone the bank
in the morning

and return your
thousand pounds.

I gave her 50 pounds.

And here's her signed confession
to blackmail.

How did you manage that?

I told her that
she could either have 50 pounds

on condition of signing,

or leave with nothing
and be reported to the police.

But how do you know
she won't be back?

I said if anything
were published

or if we ever see
her face again,

I'd use it
and she'd be prosecuted.

I'm impressed.

My darling papa transformed
into Machiavelli at a touch.

Will wonders never cease?

Is that a compliment?

You're still out of pocket
50 quid.

I must repay it.

No need.

It was money well spent.

Why?

To learn that my eldest child
is a child no more

and quite tough enough
to run this estate.

Indeed, she could clearly
run the kingdom

should she be called upon
to do so.

Well, I hope you mean that.

I do.

And I'm more interested
than ever

to see who, in the future,

does come up to your
exacting standards.

Maybe no one.

I'd rather be alone
than with the wrong man.

(door opens)

Who was that young woman
I saw leaving?

Someone after money.

Usual thing.

Did you give her any?

Some.

It was quite
a good cause.

Has Edith
telephoned?

Yes, she'll be home
for dinner.

I wonder if she wants to come
to Mallerton tomorrow.

Maybe we should all go.

The Fall of the
House of Usher.

We mustn't crow.

We may be next.

Daisy, get upstairs.

You don't want
to keep them waiting.

I keep thinking
of what you told me.

About what Mr. Carson said.

I should think so.

So do I.

I'm sorry
I put you through that.

It was difficult,
I'll not deny it.

You think I should accept
his terms and set the date?

Oh, no, no.

That's your decision.

I can only say he was very
moving when he spoke of you.

He avoided vulgarity, then?

Vulgarity?

Mr. Carson wouldn't be vulgar

if they put him
on a seaside postcard.

(laughs)

But I'd like to feel

a man could speak of me
like that at my age.

I would.

Now, I must get on.

We must get going

if we're to look round
before it starts.

So it's farewell
to Mallerton.

Why?

Are you planning to turn up
your nose at the new owners?

No, I just don't think
I'll be in Yorkshire

quite so much
in the future.

What a funny
thing to say.

It's time to go forward.

And I'm unmarried,
so I must do it alone.

That sounds rather severe.

I think it sounds
very positive.

Thank you, Baxter.

Mr. Carson, when you said
we'd know if there was a plan...

Excuse me
while I see them off.

Well, he doesn't seem
that bothered,

so it can't be that bad.

You and I both know that
the worse it is,

the less he'll want
to seem bothered.

Besides, they all want
to be rid of me anyway.

I'm sure that's not true.

Yes, yes it is.

You've seen how they warn Andy
to keep away from me.

We got on very well
when he first arrived,

but now he hardly dares
to talk to me.

I think this is all
in your head.

No, it's not!

Oh, good.

You're here.

I just took a chance.

I thought you might be
at the auction with the others.

I don't like auctions,

especially when I knew the house
in the old days.

I hate to see people's things
piled up in a heap

like so much rubbish.

Well, you and I differ

when it comes to the
importance of things.

Does it ever get cold
on the moral high ground?

I wanted to come because
I don't want us to fall out

over the hospital.

I need to be sure that
we can disagree

without there being
any bad feeling between us.

Well, that depends who wins.

Surely not.

Which means you are confident
of victory.

Well, we shall see.

Shall I ring for some tea?

It's rather early,
but I think we deserve it.

I remember Mallerton
in the 1860s.

(bell rings)

Dear old Lady Darnley
always liked to stuff the place

with royalty.

She was addicted
to curtseying.

How we laughed.

It's sad to think about it.

Ah, Spratt,
could we have some tea?

Your ladyship.

It seemed
a little chilly, m'lady,

so I've brought
your shawl.

Oh, you are
a wonder, Denker.

Thank you.

I shall miss you.

M'lady?

Oh, I'm sorry, no.

Forget I said that.

After all, nothing is settled.

What's not settled?

I don't understand.

I thought you told Spratt

about the staff being cut
back here and at the Abbey?

Well, I may have mentioned it.

Oh well, as I said,
nothing's decided.

But your ladyship
couldn't manage without a maid.

Mrs. Crawley does.

Don't you?

Indeed I do,

but I don't wish to upset
poor Denker.

But Mrs. Crawley also manages
without a butler, m'lady.

VIOLET:
That is true.

But I don't think
I could break with tradition

to quite that degree.

Shall we have some tea?

Your ladyship.

Miss Denker.

Don't worry, Miss Denker.

I've got a copy
of The Lady upstairs.

You don't really mean to manage
without a lady's maid, do you?

(laughs)

Certainly not.

Then why did you...?

Sometimes it's good
to rule by fear.

I can hardly
believe it.

I used to come here
all the time as a boy.

Sic transit
gloria mundi.

Will you be as philosophical
when it's our turn?

Crikey, they're selling
everything.

This is John's grandmother,
for God's sake.

They must think
it's too large.

Too large for London.

Dear John,

we're so sorry.

At least I hope
it's what you want.

But it isn't.

Not at all.

You're having
quite a clean sweep.

Well, we've kept
a few portraits

to make a decent show
in the London house,

but what's the point
of storing the rest?

This life is over for us.

It won't come back.

EDITH:
I admire you.

Too many people
just hang on and hang on

instead of facing things
as they really are.

But we did hang on,
I'm afraid.

We hung on for far too long,

and now there's
nothing left.

Learn from us.

Ah, there are
the Hendersons.

Is there anything
you'd like to buy?

Or are we just looking?

I wanted to see the house
as much as anything.

I know this hall

from Christmas parties
and the like,

but I've a mind
to poke around.

That were a wedding present

when Sir John got married.

A gift from the tenants.

I contributed
half a crown to it.

Had no beer for a week.

Shame to see it sold.

I don't think it's right.

That was for Best of Breed
at the County Fair.

Won by a Holstein milker.

My dad tended the Holsteins
before he took over our farm.

It's as if they were
selling your past

along with their own.

That's them.

That's the new owners,
Mr. and Mrs. Philip Henderson.

The ones who won't guarantee
that you can stay on?

Hey Daisy,
there's no need...

I'm not having it.

Daisy, it won't do
any good!

I have to say something!

It's not fair!

MR. HENDERSON:
Who is this person?

She's the daughter-in-law
of one of our tenant farmers.

Excuse me,
but are you the new owner?

I am.

So it's you who insists

on serving notice to men
who've given their whole life

to the land.

Daisy!

You boot out families

who've been here
for generations!

What gives you
the right to do that?

Mrs. Mason,
there's really no point...

I'm afraid I don't think
you're the man to tell me.

Daisy, pull yourself together,
what do you think you're doing?

A man who sells
his wedding presents?

Do you know what it meant
for a farmer

to give half a crown,
or don't you care?

Daisy, stop this at once!

I'm sorry, m'lord, but no.

Mr. Mason has given
his whole life to this farm

like his father and grandfather
before him,

but where's the gratitude?

Mr. Henderson, I'm sure
she doesn't mean to be rude.

Of course
you can't imagine

that if I do keep on
some of the tenants,

her father-in-law
would now be among them?

DARNLEY:
No, please don't be hasty.

She's upset for old Mason.

I'm sorry, Darnley.

I don't find
this sort of thing amusing.

Good day, Mrs. Mason.

You have not helped your cause.

Look, I'm speaking
for myself, not...

Good day, Mrs. Mason.

Now, will you excuse me.

The auction is starting.

I'm sure she didn't
mean any...

Oh God, what have I done?

I dare say he'll cool off.

ROBERT:
I wouldn't put money on it.

EDITH:
We should find our chairs.

Good afternoon, my lords,
ladies and gentlemen.

The first lot consists
of a set of sporting prints

from the mid-19th century.

Who would like
to start the bidding?

Two pounds, anyone?

Two pounds to start with.

We're selling things
we shouldn't have,

but I kept thinking
of that poky little house

in Thurloe Square

and I couldn't see
what else to do.

You might have stored
some of it

in case one of the children
starts up another house one day.

That's a dream.

Face it.

In 20 years' time,

there won't be a house
of this size still standing

that isn't an institution.

AUCTIONEER:
And one pound, 17 and six.

And sold!

That's it-- they're
in the drawing room,

they've got coffee,
and we're done.

How was your day?

Not very good.

I'm sure it's not
as bad as you say.

Mr. Henderson
will understand.

No, he won't.

I went to help
and I've made things worse.

This was in front
of his Lordship?

In front of all of them.

That could prove awkward.

Thank you, Thomas.

If they dismiss me, I've got
no one but myself to blame.

It won't come
to that, Daisy.

What will happen
to Mr. Mason now?

What can he do?

Try to find a farm
to take on as tenant,

but who'll let him
at his age?

It's a good life, though,
isn't it?

Are you turning
into a country boy, Andy?

You'll have to let me
show you around.

I think Andy can find
his own way round.

He looks sharp enough to me.

CARSON:
No, no, come in, come in.

They're here,

or they were a minute ago.

Sergeant Willis
has something to tell you.

I'm sorry it's late,

but I thought
you'd want to hear.

That depends what it is.

Shall we go
somewhere private?

For God's sake,
they've all lived with this

as long as we have.

They've found a witness

to the meeting in the pub.

They've tied them together;
the confession is real.

This time, it is over.

(relieved laughter)

I can't believe it!

WILLIS:
I shouldn't have come
until now, I'm sorry.

I should have waited.

Never mind that.

I'll go and tell
his Lordship.

You both helped us
when all hope was gone,

and I'll not forget it.

I find it hard
to acknowledge a debt,

but we owe a debt to you.

Justice has triumphed.

I'm not always convinced
that it does,

but it has tonight.

We must go down at once.

What can we give them to drink?

It depends how far
you want to go, m'lord.

There's some Veuve Cliquot

in a very cool part
of the cellar.

It's not iced, of course,
but it would be good to drink.

Fetch it.

Fetch three,
four bottles.

We must mark this moment!

It's been such a long road.

Can this really be
the end of it?

It seems so.

And a happy ending.

Anna!

(cork pops)

Ah!

Here.

Everyone take a glass,

quick as you can,

while I propose a toast.

British justice!

Envy of the world.

I suppose if it comes out right
in the end.

I could have done with a result
a little sooner.

Amen to that, m'lady.

Andy, Daisy,
go and fetch the gramophone.

We never seem to use it
now Lady Rose is gone.

EDITH:
Do we know any more

about the woman who did it,
Sergeant Willis?

Only that she's sent a message
to Mrs. Bates, m'lady.

She said she's sorry.

For leaving it so long
to take the blame.

Well, that's all very well.

Give her a message from me.

Say I forgive her.

Wish her luck.

What will they do now?

WILLIS:
She'll serve time
for manslaughter.

She won't hang.

So Mr. Green goes on
ruining lives.

But not your life.

Not anymore.

I'm sorry for what we put
you through, Mrs. Bates.

I probably shouldn't say it,
but I am.

You did no more than your duty,
Sergeant Willis.

We'll leave you to it.

Goodnight.

Sleep well.

There's more wine

if you finish this.

We'll sleep tonight,
all right.

And wake tomorrow
without that rock on our chests.

I think I might go into Thirsk
in the morning

and visit some estate agents.

Start planning again.

But not for a family.

I'm afraid
we can't plan for that.

We're free, we're safe,
and I have you.

That's enough,
I promise.

I know you want it to be true,
and I love you for it.

So much.

And I love you.

What are you doing?

Is this the refrigerator?

It is.

Mrs. Patmore hates it.

Of course she does.

Don't eat anything
that's meant for tomorrow.

Now, this takes me back.

Did I ever tell you
about our cook when I was a boy?

Mrs. Yardley.

Many times.

She was quite a cross patch,
but she was always kind to me.

She used to let me
hide down here

when I was in trouble,

and she kept a box of biscuits
and sweets just for me.

Rosamund was furious.

Rosamund was jealous.

Come to bed.

(clears throat)

Sorry, Carson,
we shouldn't be here.

Oh, quite all right, m'lady.

But I did want a private word
on the question of Daisy.

I've heard what happened
at the auction

and I don't believe
we can allow it to go unnoticed.

No, I suppose not.

It is a dismissible offense.

Oh, isn't that
a bit harsh?

On the day
of Bates's good news.

I'm sure she regrets it.

I dare say Guy Fawkes

regretted trying to blow up
Parliament, m'lady.

But he still had
to pay the price.

Can't you just
tick her off?

You'll know how to ensure
there's no repetition.

Very good, m'lady.

If that is what you wish.

We're going up.

Good night.

Good night, m'lord, m'lady.

Have you thought about where
the Carsons will live

after they're married?

Not really.

I've rather put it
out of my mind.

Will we have to call her
"Mrs. Carson"?

I'm not sure that I can.

We have higher mountains
to climb.

Have you come to a decision
about the hospital?

What sort of a decision?

I suppose I hope you can support
Mama's efforts to keep control.

Or better yet,
stay out of it entirely.

I can't stay out of it, Robert.

It's too important.

And your mother,
incidentally, is wrong.

All of which adds up

to a very trying spring
and summer ahead.

(music continues)

I suppose you thought
there would be no repercussions,

what with Mr. Bates' news.

No.

I knew I hadn't heard
the last of it.

I just want to know
how bad it'll be.

Bad enough, I hope,

to make you feel small
and foolish and immature

and unable to control your
feelings in an adult manner.

I feel all those things already.

MRS. HUGHES:
But not bad enough

for you to lose your place.

If it were up to me,
it might be different,

but her ladyship insisted
on a second chance.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

Don't thank me, thank her.

Now get back to the party
before I change my mind.

Right, well,
shall we rejoin the others?

Before we do...

I know I've been
putting you off,

and Mrs. Patmore spoke
of your conversation.

I knew she would.

I hope we've not shocked you
between us.

No, I'm not shocked.

I thought it better
to be honest

once you'd raised the matter.

I agree, much better.

I wouldn't want you to think
that I'd inveigled you

into an arrangement which was
not what you'd expected.

I would never think that.

Right.

Well, if you've had
second thoughts,

I think we should let the staff
know in the morning.

I won't make
a big announcement.

We'll just tell
one or two people

and let it come out
naturally.

There'll be a bit
of a nine-days wonder,

of course,
but we'll get over it.

You misunderstand me.

I was afraid I'd be
a disappointment to you.

That I couldn't hope
to please you as I am now.

But if you're sure...

I have never been so sure
of anything.

Well then, Mr. Carson,

if you want me,
you can have me,

to quote Oliver Cromwell,
warts and all.