All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E02.Episode.2.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

Tom writes that they've opened
the new saleroom.

What about Rose?

What does she have to say
for herself?

Oh, everything's good,
New York is heaven.

They're taking a house
in the Hamptons for the summer.

Ah!

I think she could be
pregnant.

Golly.

Why do you say that?

She says, "I might
be back in August,

but it's a bit early to say."

As usual, you add
two and two and make 53.

Busy day?

Granny's asked me
to look in later.

It'll be about
the hospital business.

Have you told Mama?

To be honest,
Granny said not to.

You're mad if you don't.

She's a trustee.

She belongs there.

Not all the trustees
can be at every meeting.

And I want to see
if there's some way

to sort it out

before there's blood
on the carpet.

What is it?

There's a man
downstairs, m'lady.

Mr. Finch.

He's here to see the agent.

I'll see him.

CARSON:
I suggested that,
but he said

he doesn't want
to bother you

or his lordship.

Just the agent.

Wait ten minutes, then show him
into the library.

Very good, my lady.

You'll have to manage him.

I've got some errands to run,

and I promised
I'd meet Granny at 11:00.

I want to be left
to manage him.

It's my job.

How are preparations
for the wedding coming along?

Slowly but surely, m'lord.

We've settled a date
with Mr. Travis,

and now we have to decide
where to hold the reception--

what there is of one.

Well, here, of course.

Absolutely.

We can decorate
the Servants' Hall

and make it look
really special.

That's kind, m'lord.

As I say, we haven't yet
made the decision.

Don't forget poor Mr. Finch.

Honestly, Papa.

"We'll decorate
the Servants' Hall"?

Surely we can do
a little better than that.

What do you mean?

I don't want
to discuss it now.

I'm in a rush.

We'll have a proper
conversation later.

I know it's cheating,

but I think I might get
a jar of horseradish.

It really isn't bad now.

That's not like you.

True.

But we could use it
in sandwiches and such

without having to go through
the whole palaver.

Can I borrow some soda,
Mrs. Patmore?

Borrow?

So you'll give it back?

Any more news of Mr. Mason?

Only that he's losing
home and livelihood

and it's all my fault.

I'm sure that's not true.

Yes, it is, I caused it!

If it weren't for my big mouth,
he might have had a reprieve.

That's not what
Miss Baxter says.

She wasn't there!

Have you finished
your order lists?

I'll send them out
this afternoon.

I'll take the one
for Mr. Bakewell if you like.

I'm going into the village later
when I'm free.

That's kind.

I think I'll walk down
to the home farm, myself.

I'll join you.

We'll be back by 12:00.

Right you are.

I'm sorry I'm a letdown,
Mr. Finch.

Not a letdown, m'lady.

I wouldn't say that.

Only I need to discuss
the estate's entries this year

in the Fat Stock Show
at Malton.

You won't want to be bothered
with it.

I thought all
the fat stock shows

took place before Christmas.

They do, usually.

This is an experiment.

And you've come to discuss it
with Mr. Branson?

I know that's not possible,
m'lady,

but if you could just tell me
who's replaced him.

Hold on to your hat, Mr. Finch,
but I'm afraid I have.

Mm-hmm.

I see.

I've been working
with Mr. Branson

for some years, and now
I intend to manage myself,

with his lordship.

Well, it's a changing world.

It certainly is.

We're anxious the show

shouldn't be a letdown, m'lady,

so we're really hoping for
a decent entry from the Abbey.

We did well with the pigs
in the other fat stock shows,

so let me discuss it
with our pig man.

You see, these shows don't have
the buzz of a county show,

but a decent turnout
from the surviving estates

means they're taken seriously.

The key word being "surviving."

Decorate
the Servants' Hall?

I'm not sure
how enticing that sounds.

It was meant kindly.

I dare say.

What would you
like us to do?

If I'm honest, I'd like
to get away for the day,

find somewhere local
where we can throw our own party

instead of a gathering by
courtesy of the Crawley family.

But you do mean
to invite them?

Of course I do.

Why?

Did you think you would have
to get married

without Lady Mary
to witness it?

She's an important figure
in my life, Mrs. Hughes.

I won't apologize.

Nor do you have to.

I just don't want to be
a servant on my wedding day.

Is that so wrong?

What should I tell
his lordship?

Tell him thank you,
but no.

ROBERT:
This seems very formal.

The Royal Yorkshire has written
to all our financial donors

to canvas their support
for the takeover.

Which you'll agree
is very sneaky.

I think it's
sensible.

The principal benefit
of the new arrangement

will be to make our
money-raising activities

more coherent and logical.

Well, there's no government
funding available

either to them or to us.

Which means
we'll become a ward

of the larger establishment

while the local community
forfeit any claims

to being treated
in their own village.

Well, that depends on how
we divide the new departments.

In the end, surely it comes down
to how many lives will be saved?

Precisely.

Lord Grantham, are you saying
we don't save lives?

Of course not.

If you can't say
anything helpful,

Robert, please be silent.

Helpful to whom?

And why isn't Cora here?

It doesn't concern her.

I am the president,
you are the almoner,

Dr. Clarkson
runs the hospital

and Robert is the patron,

and his father gave the land
on which the hospital is built.

The four of us
constitute a quorum.

I disagree.

Tell her about this meeting,

and when you do,
say that Cousin Violet

would have kept the rest of us
away if she could.

Don't give me ideas.

ANNA:
I suppose you've settled
into the routine

by this time?

I think so.

I like it here.

It's quite a change
from Bayswater.

It's a change
that suits me.

In fact, I've been getting
to know the estate

when I've got time off.

I thought I'd have a look
at the woods

north of the lake next.

I'll come with you,
if you like.

No, you're all right.

I like to walk on my own,
if I'm honest.

I agree with you, Andy.

It's very liberating.

If you say so.

Mr. Carson, I don't suppose
there's any more news

on when you'll be
serving notice?

CARSON:
Nobody's going to be flung
into the road,

I can assure you.

No, but I mean, should I start
looking for another job?

How could it hurt?

At least you know
you won't be asked to leave

until you've got
somewhere to go.

I don't know anything
of the sort.

But you heard him.

No, what I heard is that
I'm for the chop.

And they won't wait forever
to make it come true.

(bell rings)

Mr. Dawes?

Mr. Molesley?

Might I have a word?

There's no point in shouting
at me, Mr. Skinner.

I want what you want:
a magazine people like to read.

I don't understand
why you're so angry.

I'm simply making suggestions.

Well, I'm sorry
you feel that way.

I will be up tomorrow,
so we can talk about it then.

Please try and keep calm
until I get there.

Goodbye.

(sighs)

ROBERT:
We should finish up.

The children will be here
in a minute.

Who was it?

Mr. Skinner
on his usual form.

He hates my ideas
for the editorial,

he hates my suggestions
for interviews,

and he hates the new photographs
we've commissioned.

It sounds as if he hates
running your magazine.

He hates me.

Let's leave it at that.

I'll have to go up to London,
which is a nuisance,

but there you are.

How did the meeting go?

Dr. Clarkson

wants to win your mother over
to Granny's team.

EDITH:
And will he?

I don't believe so.

I suppose he likes
being his own boss,

and who can blame him?

Is that fair?

It's always been a huge plus
that we have our own hospital,

and he wants to retain it.

So whose side are you on?

I wish I didn't have to decide.

ROBERT:
Ah, look who's here.

CORA:
Hello, darling,
how was your day?

ROBERT:
I never asked
what that man

was here for this morning.

Malton is holding a late
fat stock show this year.

That seems rather small beer.

Is it worth the bother?

I think so.

Two of the pigs are proven
winners, after all.

I'm going to look at them
tomorrow.

GEORGE:
Can we come?

I don't see why not.

I'll tell Nanny.

You want to take them
to the Drewes' farm?

You can come with us
if you like.

But is it a good idea?

Is it safe?

Don't be such a ninny.

I've said you can come
if you want.

It'll be nice for them
to see Marigold.

But I have to be
in London now.

I'll go.

I'm sure it'll be fine.

We'll all look at the pigs.

Then we'll come home.

Are you on your own?

Looks like it.

Because I've got
something for you.

Oh, yes?

What's that, then?

You know I went
into the village earlier?

I looked in at the school
while I was there.

Go on.

I spoke to the headmaster
about your examination.

Well, about examinations
in general, really.

Anyway...

He suggested
before we fix a date,

you might like a go
at some old papers

from the last few years.

You mean real exams
that people sat?

That was kind of you.

Oh, don't thank me.

He took me through them.

In fact, it was really
rather interesting.

I just wish Mr. Mason
was settled.

Well, if you pass your exams,

you'll be in a better place
to help him.

Maybe.

But first I've got
to make them listen.

Her ladyship was there

and she tried to calm
the new owner down,

so she must be sympathetic.

Daisy.

We're servants.

I have to do something.

Is anything the matter?

No.

I mean, you're free.

Bates is free.

The threat's gone away.

I'd expect you to be
wreathed in smiles,

but instead you seem
rather cast down.

Life's never simple,
is it, m'lady?

You don't have to tell me
if you don't want to.

It's almost funny, really,

given the service
I once performed for you.

You know Mr. Bates and I
have always wanted children?

And you'll have some now,
I'm sure.

No, I won't.

It seems I can't.

Anna, no woman living
has been put through

more of an emotional wringer
than you.

It doesn't surprise me
in the least

that you haven't got pregnant
before now.

But that's the point.

I can get pregnant,
I just can't keep it.

And how many times
has this happened?

Two, maybe three.

Well, I still say
your life has been so filled

with stress and worry.

It's all right, m'lady.

I'm used to the idea.

Some women can't have children,
and I'm one of them.

Now, if that will be all?

Yes.

Thank you.

(door closes)

Hello.

Do you post
your own letters?

Ha!

It was vital
it went off today,

and I'm never very good
at delegating.

As a matter of fact,
I'm glad to see you.

I'd value your advice.

I've had a letter from
the Royal Yorkshire Hospital

asking if I'd head the new board
of charitable donors.

We'd be working alongside.

Well, that's if I stay
the almoner

once we've amalgamated.

Well, of course you would.

And when we combine,

we'll avoid duplicating
our efforts.

The whole thing would work
a lot more efficiently

than it does now.

So you don't disagree
with the plan?

Well, don't you see
what it could mean?

How old is our
x-ray machine?

Does Clarkson really know
how to use it?

What advanced surgery
do we offer?

None.

If the family at the Abbey
has a cut finger,

they go to London,
but what about everyone else?

I bet you'd go
to London, too.

I probably would,
but I shouldn't have to.

And what about the people
who don't have that option?

So the battle lines are drawn,
and now we must fight it out.

Well, I'm glad
we're to be allies.

I must be going.

I assume old Lady Grantham
is still bitterly opposed?

Of course.

So there'll be wigs on the green
before we're done.

So be it.

Wigs on the green it is.

Poor Daisy's in a terrible state
about Mr. Mason losing his farm.

I don't blame her.

It's a beautiful place
and he's a lovely man.

She seems to think that her
ladyship might want to help.

I don't see how.

I mean, they like Mr. Mason,
but what can they do?

The way she talks, they didn't
much take to the new owners.

But do you think you could ask?

I'll tell her Daisy's worried,
but I can't do more than that.

I'd better get on.

I shouldn't get involved.

No.

But then you don't like
to get involved

in helping others, do you?

I'm trying to help you.

Anything interesting?

Is this interesting?

"Assistant butler,
varied duties, start at once."

Then there's a Ripon number.

Oh, it would be nice

if you didn't have to move
too far away.

Nice for whom?

You won't let me
be fond of you, will you?

No matter what I do.

Did I leave a tin of oil
in here?

I put it
on the mantelpiece.

Mr. Carson wants me
to wind the clocks.

I've an idea the one
in the Tapestry Room

needs a bit
of extra loving care.

I used to wind the clocks.

Do you want some help?

Don't worry, Mr. Barrow.

I looked after the clocks
in my last place.

What's an "assistant butler"
when it's at home, anyway?

That's what I'd like to know.

CORA:
Well, they're big enough.

They're good
animals, m'lady.

They've done well,
and they will again at Malton.

Eh, Miss Marigold?

Does Lady Edith
know you're here?

She would have come herself,
but she's in London.

So, you're happy
to enter them for the show?

Very happy.

CORA:
Where's Mrs. Drewe?

She's gone into town,
but she'll be back soon.

We should
probably get home.

Well, there's
no great rush.

Won't Mrs. Drewe want
to see Marigold?

Yes, I would.

That's kind of you, m'lady.

I'd love to look at her.

Hello.

Do you remember me?

Of course she remembers you,
don't you, darling?

CORA:
It's been so nice,
but I think

we ought to get them back

for their luncheon.

Back to the big house
for luncheon.

Let her go, Margie.

We mustn't hold them up.

(giggling)

That's it, my love,
you come with me.

Back to your auntie.

MARY:
Good.

Well, I'll send a note

to Mr. Finch
in the afternoon.

Thank you, Mr. Drewe.

(quietly):
I hope that's the last time
anyone calls me "Auntie."

CARSON:
Right.

Back to work.

Mr. Carson,

I wonder
if I could have

some time off
this afternoon

for an interview.

Interview?

What, for a job?

Yes.

It's quite local.

Rothley Manor,
near Ripon.

I telephoned,

and they said to look in today.

You don't let the grass grow,
I must say.

So I can go?

Be my guest.

Thank you, Mr. Carson.

Good luck.

If I was lucky,
I wouldn't be leaving.

Did the children like the pigs?

They loved them.

Drewe was as proud as punch,
showing them off.

Was Mrs. Drewe there?

She came just before we left.

And she enjoyed seeing Marigold,
didn't she, Mama?

She was quite overcome.

Yes, I think
she was very pleased.

Is that luncheon?

Carson, when Papa offered

to decorate
the Servants' Hall,

he wasn't really thinking.

If you'd like
your reception

to be here,

we can hold it
in the hall,

or whichever room
you choose.

That's very kind
of you, m'lady.

Not a bit.

We'd be delighted,
wouldn't we, Papa?

But you must feel free
to refuse.

Well, there's not
much chance of that.

Speak to Mrs. Hughes.

She may feel differently.

Why should she?

She just may, that's all.

It's her wedding.

Shall we go in?

Of course, I'd have been
very happy

in the Servants' Hall, m'lord.

Don't worry, Carson.

There's no point
even pretending

that we can argue
with Lady Mary.

Either of us.

(crying)

This isn't right.

Give me a moment,
I'll be fine.

No, I mean it's not right
for you to cry alone.

You're married,

and that means you never
have to cry alone again.

I told Lady Mary
last night.

She was kind, of course,
but it just brought it all back.

Have you ever thought
about adoption?

Yes, but...

I don't believe
it would work for you.

You're tribal,
Mr. Bates.

And the tribe doesn't have
a lot of members.

You want your own child.

No substitute will do.

But what do you want?

See?

You gave yourself away
by not denying it.

We must learn to be content
as we are.

Which is easy for me.

When it's my fault, not yours,
I can't give you what you need?

To me, we are one person.

And that person
can't have children.

I love you.

SKINNER:
Of course, I understand
that you have read

a great many magazines

while having your hair done
or waiting for the dentist,

but that does not mean
you are an expert

in how to produce them!

EDITH:
Mr. Skinner, there
is no need to shout.

I am not deaf.

SKINNER:
Oh, really, are you sure?

Because you seem to have
such difficulty

hearing what I am saying!

It's drier than they said
it would be in the newspapers.

Yes, it's brightening up,
isn't it?

Let's go.

We'll have lunch
and then you can come back.

There's no point.

What a terrible man.

He didn't sound
very conciliatory.

The truth is,
I've come up to London

to have my nose bitten off.

And that's not all.

Mama telephoned.

Mary took Marigold
to the Drewes' farm today.

I knew she was planning it.

Well, why didn't
you stop her?

Well, how?

George was aching
to see the pigs,

and what possible reason could
I give for stopping Marigold?

Well, you could have said
it would upset Mrs. Drewe.

But wouldn't Mary
have wondered

why I was making
such a thing of it?

You're going to have
to tell her one day.

I don't see why.

How's Granny?

Embarking
on a civil war.

They want to change the way
they run the local hospital.

Change?

Mama won't like that.

She's in one camp
with Dr. Clarkson,

who isn't a fan either,
and Isobel is in the other.

And your parents?

Mama agrees with Isobel,
Papa doesn't want to take sides.

Well, if I know Granny,
he'll have to.

MAN:
So, you're underbutler
at Downton Abbey?

Yes, I've been there
for a long time.

I first arrived as a junior
footman about 15 years ago.

Another world.

So it seems.

Of course I was away at the war
in the middle of that.

And why are you leaving now?

It seems like
the right time for a move.

Does it?

Does it indeed?

Tell me, Mr. Moore, what exactly
is an assistant butler?

I'm not familiar
with the term.

No, well, we made it up.

Ah, so the duties
of an assistant butler

are not the same
as an underbutler?

I think you have to climb down

from that high horse,
Mr. Barrow.

This is 1925.

We'd need you to combine
the duties of a footman

when needed, and a chauffeur...

There's no chauffeur?

Well, they drive themselves
most of the time,

but should they need
a chauffeur

for evening parties
and the like, that'd be you.

I see.

Well, I can drive.

Just about.

Is that all?

And do you know how to valet?

Goodness, this is a job
for a one-man band.

You're a delicate-looking
fellow, aren't you?

I wouldn't say that.

Are you married?

No.

Why would that be?

Did the right girl
never come along?

I think you know that not many
footmen or butlers are married.

No, well, they didn't
used to be.

But I am.

All right, Mr. Barrow.

I've got enough.

We'll let you know.

How did the visit go?

Well, George wants to be
a pig farmer when he grows up.

And Mr. Drewe's well?

He's so proud
of his animals.

Was Mrs. Drewe there?

You're full of questions.

To be honest, she was quite
upset at seeing Marigold again.

I thought it would be
a nice gesture,

but perhaps I was
being insensitive.

When a woman loves a child,
it must stay with her.

I suppose so.

That reminds me.

You know what you told me
last night?

Yes.

I want you to let me help.

That's so nice, m'lady,
thank you.

But there's nothing
to be done.

That's not true.

Well, that's not
necessarily true.

I think you've forgotten that
when I was first married,

I couldn't get pregnant either.

Yes, but you see, I can...

Listen.

So I went to a Dr. Ryder
in Harley Street.

He found I needed
a tiny operation.

I had it,
and George is the result.

I don't think
there's any point...

There's no point
in thinking.

You don't know.

Now, I'm going
to take you up to London.

We'll meet Dr. Ryder and listen
to what he has to say.

Then we'll see.

But what would that cost?

I couldn't accept it from you.

Don't be silly,

you've earned it
fair and square.

Keeping my secrets,

hiding that fearful Dutch
thingamajig,

carrying poor Mr. Pamuk
down the gallery

at the dead of night.

(laughs)

We have had our moments,
haven't we, m'lady?

We certainly have.

And this is our next moment.

I'll telephone
and make an appointment.

I do appreciate it.

It won't work,

but that's not
the point.

Nobody in my whole life has been
kinder to me than you have.

Except for Mr. Bates.

Except for Mr. Bates.

I'm glad that's settled.

Will you tell him?

Not yet.

He'd hope too much.

But later,
if anything comes of it.

But how?

I'd be surprised
if Mr. Henderson

was particularly anxious
to renew our acquaintance.

Can Sir John Darnley
put in a word?

I'm sure,

but the new owners
won't take orders from him.

Mallerton is theirs now.

They'll do as they think fit.

So I'll tell Daisy
not to speak to you about it.

I don't like anyone to feel
they can't approach me

if they want to.

But I'm not convinced
I can help.

ROBERT:
Whom can't you help?

Mr. Mason.

I don't think I can.

No.

(door closes)

What were you not saying
about your visit to the Drewes?

Only that Mrs. Drewe

has definitely not
got over Marigold.

No?
No.

She looked as if she wanted
to swallow her whole.

Well, how clever was it

to take the child there
in the first place?

Mary made the plan.

There was no way to cancel it.

I wish Edith
would just tell her.

No.

She thinks Mary
would use it as a weapon,

and she may be right.

If only the Drewes
would move away

and find a tenancy elsewhere.

Why would they?

They've been at Yew Tree
for more than a century.

That woman
will not forget Marigold

while the girl
is under her nose.

I don't mind
talking to Drewe.

But I doubt
it will do much good.

Did the interview go well?

Not very.

Never mind.

Something will turn up.

But not this one.

They wanted me to be
a chauffeur,

a footman,
and a valet.

Combined.

For all I know,

I'd have to cook and do
the garden into the bargain.

I suppose none of that
was reflected in the money?

Was it heck as like.

They pay for one servant

and they want a whole
bleedin' household thrown in.

I don't understand
why you bother with him.

I know you don't.

So, I can't speak
to her ladyship?

She didn't say that.

She just said she didn't think
she could help.

I'd like to hear it
from her lips.

Otherwise, I'll feel
I've done nothing

except make things worse.

Well, then ask her.

But don't be angry with her.

It's not her ladyship's fault.

Maybe not,
but it's the system's fault.

That's what makes me angry:
the system.

And she's part of it.

EDITH:
I do not understand

why any form of compromise
is beyond him.

You wanted a strong editor.

But I didn't want to find myself
in a bullring

with Attila the Hun.

(laughs)

Thank you, William.

(door closes)

Oh!

Mary's coming tomorrow.

What does she want?

She has an appointment
in Harley Street

and she needs some clothes.

I ought to do some shopping
while I'm here.

I haven't had anything new
in ages.

Why not go shopping together?

With Mary?

Not likely.

That was a delicious dinner.

Oh, I have a new cook.

She won't stay.

The good ones never do.

But we shall eat well
until she goes.

What have you decided to do
about your flat?

I think I'm going
to keep it empty

and see if I get
any use out of it.

Why aren't you there now?

I should be.

I suppose the truth is
I've never lived alone

and I'm not convinced
I'll be much good at it.

Beware of being
too good at it.

That's the danger
of living alone.

It can be very hard to give up.

It's not that
I'm ungrateful.

I am grateful,
I think it's very kind.

But you don't want
to accept.

This is a beautiful house,

and whether we're
in the Great Hall

or the drawing room
or wherever,

it would all be very splendid.

So what's the problem?

It's not us.

It's not who we are.

It may be where we work,
but it is not who we are.

While being in the
schoolhouse would be?

It doesn't have to be
the schoolhouse

if you don't like it,
but yes.

If we take a neutral place
and decorate it the way we want

and put in the flowers we like,
it would be about us

in a way the Great Hall
of Downton Abbey never can be.

(sighs)

And I have to tell
his lordship?

I will if you don't want to.

No, no, I'll do it.

It should be me.

BATES:
Do you know
when you'll be back?

ANNA:
Tomorrow or the next day,
I expect.

BATES:
What does she have planned?

ANNA:
Oh, you know,
some shopping.

One or two appointments.

Well, try and put
your feet up.

Yes, I'll be putting
my feet up.

I think a bit of a break
will do you good.

And give my regards
to Mr. Mead.

You're right.

It may do me good.

It won't do any harm, anyway.

To what do we owe
this honor?

I must look in at the church,

and I'm seeing
Dr. Clarkson and Mama

at the hospital
later on.

I've mentioned it to Isobel,

so I hope
she's there too.

Is that wise?

I think so.

At least she's an ally
I can rely on,

even if I can't
rely on you.

I didn't tell you
about the meeting...

What time's your train?

MARY:
Half past 9:00.

Bags of time.

Carson, have you
broken the news

to Mrs. Hughes?

What news is this?

Where they're having
the wedding reception.

I hope she's pleased.

To be honest, my lady,
she's a little hesitant.

She's not quite convinced
that it would be appropriate.

Why not?

She feels we would be
making a claim

to which we have no right.

Carson, you've worked
in this house, man and boy,

for half a century.

If you have no right
to be married from here,

then who does?

Mrs. Hughes sees it differently.

You leave Mrs. Hughes to me.

Don't worry, Carson.

Your reception will be
in the Great Hall

if it's the last thing I do.

How reassuring, my lady.

How very reassuring.

We wanted you to see the ward
now it's been repainted.

It's much brighter,
isn't it?

It's very nice.

Doctor.

He's done this with me,
my dear.

Now you'll be paraded past
every element of treatment:

surgical, palliative,
you name it.

Oh, and what are you
trying to add?

I don't want Cousin Cora
to feel outnumbered.

It isn't friendly, you know,
to stir her up into opposition.

It's not very friendly to squash
her into submission, either.

CORA:
Excuse me,
but I don't need

to be stirred or squashed.

The facts speak
for themselves.

Your facts or mine?

What's the difference?

Mine are the true facts.

Shall we continue this
in my office?

I wish we could
persuade you

to help us stem
the tide of change.

I'm just not convinced
it's the right way forward,

to go backward.

I do not understand you,
my dear.

Are you saying Dr. Clarkson
is a bad doctor?

Certainly not.

VIOLET:
And the other doctors
that use our hospital?

Are they no good, either?

I'm sure everyone
does their very best,

but there are
new methods now.

New treatments,
new machines.

Great advances have been made
since the war.

Can't we share in them?

Hear, hear.

Of course,
I intend that we should.

But we haven't got the money!

ISOBEL:
I see I'm not needed
to lend you strength.

You are fully in command
of the argument.

Have you no pride in what we
have achieved with our hospital?

I don't think pride
comes into it.

Well, I warn you,
Dr. Clarkson and I

will fight to the last ditch!

I just want what's best
for the village.

Well, at least we have that
in common.

I must go.

Mama, Isobel.

I'll come with you.

We must give them time
to gnash their teeth alone.

I can't deny it:

Lady Grantham would have made
a powerful ally.

I hope you're not implying she
would be more powerful than I?

Oh no, indeed.

Mm.

Are you ordering me
to leave?

Of course not.

But the fact remains
this is a difficult situation.

Why did they bring her here?

Why didn't
Lady Edith stop it?

She couldn't.

She was away.

Where's Mrs. Drewe now?

She's collecting the children
from school.

We're all right.

I wish we were all right.

Nobody wishes it more than I do.

But her ladyship worries

that Mrs. Drewe
simply cannot stand

being so near the child.

Don't push us out, m'lord.

We've been here since
before Waterloo.

I'm not pushing anyone anywhere.

I want Lady Edith to be happy,

I want Miss Marigold
to be happy,

and as a matter of fact,

I would like your wife
to be happy too.

I can manage her.

I promise.

Very well.

If you're sure you can.

I am sure.

Then we'll leave it at that.

(knocking)

Did you manage
to raise the subject?

His lordship brought it up.

How did he take it
when you refused?

You didn't refuse, did you?

It was difficult.

Lady Mary feels

that it's only right

that my marriage is celebrated
in the house.

And Heaven forfend we lowly folk

should do anything to contradict
the blessed Lady Mary.

That's not like you.

It is very like me.

I want my own wedding
to be done in my own way.

Is that so outlandish?

It's my wedding, too.

But I am the bride!

We'll be doing it your way
for the next 30 years,

I know that well enough,

but the wedding day is mine!

(door opens)

What is it?

Your ladyship,
might Daisy

have a word with you?

Now?

She's just outside.

Very well.

Thank you for seeing me, m'lady.

I'm happy to, Daisy,

but I must tell you right off,
there's nothing more I can do.

I just can't bear it

for our William's dad
to be thrown out of his farm

when it's all my fault.

To start with, I don't think
it is your fault.

Mr. Henderson was angry,
but he wouldn't change

his plans for that.

And the truth is,

they are taking
a lot of the estate in hand.

But Mr. Mason's not young,

and it needs someone
that knows him.

I'm sure he has
a fine reputation.

And Sir John Darnley will help.

He's got all the dead stock
with everything in top shape.

Any estate would be lucky
to have him.

And he'd be happy
to start anew?

It's a big undertaking.

Why?

Have you thought of something?

You've had an idea, haven't you?

Probably not.

Well, maybe.

I'll let you know
if anything comes of it.

Thank you, your ladyship.

It's no mystery, Mrs. Bates.

You suffer from cervical
incompetence.

To put it plainly,
the neck of the womb is weak

and as the fetus reaches
three or four months,

it becomes too heavy
to be supported.

So it's not unusual?

It's bad luck,
but not unusual.

MARY:
And you can treat it?

Certainly.

The procedure is called
cervical cerclage.

It's been in use
for more than 20 years.

Go on.

I would insert a stitch,
quite a large one,

in the neck of the womb.

Is it painful?

It's quite quick.

But it works?

I'm afraid I can't make
a blanket promise.

It works in many cases.

And when would you do it?

At about 12 weeks.

I'd normally come to your house
and perform it there.

Then you can rest afterwards
without the nuisance of travel.

I wouldn't go to hospital?

Oh no,
it's not worth it.

Well, you've given me
a lot to think about, Doctor.

Thank you.

When do you return north?

MARY:
In the morning.

Then I leave it to you
to get in touch

if and when you next become
pregnant, Mrs. Bates.

I'm afraid Drewe
won't leave,

and I can't pretend
I really blame him.

But I don't believe the problem
will go away, either.

Edith telephoned
before I came up.

It seems her editor continues
to be a nightmare too.

Did she say
when she's coming back?

She and Mary are catching
the same train tomorrow.

The 11:00.

Traveling together?

Heavens to Betsy.

But I'm glad Mary's
coming straight back.

As it is, she'll
only have two days

to get the pigs ready
for the show.

Don't worry, it's only
a fat stock show,

and they're pretty low key.

Two days is more than enough.

Still, I'm glad
she's doing it.

These things remind
the farming community

that we're all
on the same side.

I wish we could remind
your mother

that we're on the same side.

I don't think the rule
applies to Mama.

She's a law unto herself.

And don't we know it.

Right.

As you're all aware,

this is the day
of the Malton Show.

There will be
no upstairs luncheon

and you are all free
to visit the show,

if you wish.

The wagonette will leave
from the stable yard at 10:00.

Is there a lunch
we're serving at?

No, they're guests
of Lord Mexborough.

Then I don't think I'll bother.

It's only a muddy
little affair.

Oh, no,
you should come.

I think it'll be fun.

(bell rings)

You're full of the joys
of spring.

Am I?

I was right about London.

You've been very bouncy
since you got back.

It did you good.

It did.

Now, let me get on.

I'll see you down here
just before 10:00.

How long can
we stay there?

Good question--
I must have staff to serve tea,

in case they want it.

I could do that.

I don't think so.

Andrew, Mr. Molesley,
make sure you're here

by a quarter past 4:00.

Then when do you need me,
Mr. Carson?

When indeed?

(sheep bleating)

(cows mooing)

MARY:
How are they doing today?

(mooing)

Look at that cow!

You made it, then.

Did you think I wouldn't?

They're all here, then.

MR. DREWE:
You knew they would be.

Come on.

Never mind.

Do you want to come
and see Lady Mary

showing off her pigs?

In a minute.

Here, let me show you.

Don't worry, Mr. Barrow.

It's not my game.

I better go.

I don't want to miss
those pigs.

You're not a quick
learner, are you?

I don't know what you mean,
Mrs. Patmore.

I'm only thinking of you.

Just be sensible,
for Heaven's sake.

Does it ever occur to you
that just this once,

you might be wrong?

(cheering)

Well done, m'lady.

You look as if
you're born to it.

Not a compliment
to everyone's taste, Mr. Finch,

but it is to mine.

DAISY:
It's funny to see Lady Mary

in there with the pigs.

I think it does her proud.

I agree.

People might think she's
a pretend farmer, but she's not.

I hope things are beginning
to settle down for you,

Mr. Mason.

Settle down?

They're beginning
to break apart, more like.

Don't say it.

Only poor Daisy
can hardly work,

she's been so worried
about you.

Nay, Daisy.

You can't let worry
put you off your work.

(pigs oinking)

Brava.

You look very convincing.

My goddaughter
the pig breeder.

It's so good
of you to come.

One of my tenants
has an entry.

I came to support him,
so you are a bonus, my dear.

Mama says you're on her side
for the battle of the hospitals?

Well, I believe
in the changes, yes.

Naturally,
Granny blames Isobel

for drawing you over
to the dark side.

Oh, no, no, no.

I was on the dark side anyway.

Oh.

I was rather hoping it might be
the first signs of a thaw.

How I wish that were true.

But I'm afraid her mind
remains made up.

A woman can always
change her mind.

It's what we're known for.

Ah.

Hello, Mrs. Drewe.

Everyone well?

Very well, thank you, m'lord.

But I've left the children
with my neighbor.

Tim thought I should have
a day off to enjoy myself.

Quite right, too.

Nice to see you.

CARSON:
What else would
you like to do?

If you're asking,

could we get this business
sorted for good and all?

I don't mean to sound stubborn,
but surely it is sorted.

It means a lot to Lady Mary
and the family

that we're married
in the house,

and I can't see
why we shouldn't be.

You can't?

No, I can't.

If we had family nearby

or a place that meant
something special,

it would be different,
but we don't.

And Downton Abbey means
much more to me than the school.

I'm sorry, but it does.

JUDGE:
Lords, ladies
and gentlemen,

it is time for the announcement
for Best in Show.

Ah.

First prize goes to Golden
Empress of Downton Abbey.

Oh!

Owned by the Earl of Grantham
and Lady Mary Crawley.

Very good.

Pigman Mr. Timothy Drewe.

Well done, my lord!

Yes, well done, us.

Where's Miss Marigold, m'lady?

She was...

Who's got Marigold?

She was here just...

No, she's gone!

I gather we've won.

MRS. HUGHES:
Yes, but Miss Marigold's
missing.

What?
Oh my God!

ROBERT:
Don't worry,
she's just wandered off.

She's fine.

She'll be perfectly fine,
you'll see.

What is it?

Marigold's gone.

I was talking to your wife

and Marigold was just
in front of us.

How could I possibly have
lost sight of her?

Stay with your mother.

Everyone spread out.

Carson!

I'm coming with you.

Barrow, come with me.

(no voice)

MAN:
What is it, m'lady?

We're missing
Miss Marigold.

Don't say that word!

Don't be silly.

She's missing now,
and soon she'll be found.

Any luck?

Have you got a car here, m'lady?

No, I came
with my parents, why?

I know where
we'll find her.

Where?

I've just realized
Margie's gone too,

and she's taken the truck.

Do you mean...?

I'm afraid so, m'lady.

But don't worry,
she won't hurt her.

Whatever she does,
she won't hurt her.

Now, calm them down
and let's go.

It's all right.

We've had a message.

Mrs. Drewe found her
and has taken her home

to be out of harm's way.

Could you take me there now
to collect her?

Of course,
I'll get the car.

What's going on?

Panic over, m'lady.

Miss Marigold's at Yew Tree Farm
with Mrs. Drewe.

They've just gone
to fetch her now.

At the farm
with Mrs. Drewe?

Why?

She took her there for safety.

It was good of her, really.

And how will we get back?

Please let me go in alone.

I'll come.
No.

I don't want to frighten her.

Let him.

He knows what he's doing.

(humming gently)

She was bored.

They were paying her
no attention.

None at all.

So you brought her here?

Where else would I bring her?

This is her home.

And no one
was looking after her.

Not one of them.

Give her to me now.

You're not angry, are you, Tim?

Surely,
you can't be angry

when I only want
to hold her close

and love her as much as I can?

No, my darling.

I'm not angry at all.

But give her to me.

Please.

Here we are.

Safe and sound.

Hello, darling.

Let's get you
back in the car.

I'll start looking for another
tenancy in the morning.

I am sorry, Drewe.

I want to help
as much as I can, please.

Just tell me if there's
anything you need from me.

That's very kind of you, m'lord.

It's not kind.

It's a poor return

for what you and Mrs. Drewe
have done for us.

I know how much Lady Edith...

No, how much all of us
owe to you and your wife.

Don't feel badly.

We made a plan,
Lady Edith and I,

but we forgot about emotion.

And emotion's what can
trip you up every time.

God bless you, Drewe.

God bless you and your family.

The same to you, m'lord.

The very same to you.

He's agreed.

It seems very unfair,

but I've thought
and thought about it,

and I don't see
what else we can do.

I think it's for the best.

I know it's for the best.

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