All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E03.Episode.3.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

Daisy, put that
into the oven.

Oh!

(laughs)

Have you chosen
what you want yet?

Whatever you think best.

That doesn't sound like a bride
on the brink of wedded bliss.

It's a long time since I've been
on the brink of anything.

Except possibly
the grave.

I wanted a big
wedding breakfast

with all of us sat
at groaning tables,

having a jolly time.

Well, why can't you
have that?

Because it's not
how posh people do it.

They stand about
with nibbly bits

getting stuck in their teeth,
and that's what we've to do.

Well, I don't see why.

We could put trestle tables
up in the hall.

No, Mr. Carson wants it
like the family would do it.

(sighs):
I don't mind.

Not really.

So what are you
going to wear?

My brown day dress.

Anna's going
to tidy it up a bit.

It's simple,

but I'm sure
it'll be fine.

Oh.

Because I've got
a new catalogue.

It's so easy.

You send a postal order
and they send you the dress.

I know what a catalogue is,
thank you.

But I'm too old
to think a new dress

will solve anything much.

Well, you're not
wasting money,

that's for sure.

(door opens)

ROBERT:
Mama?

What are you doing here?

I wasn't expecting you.

I want to be quite certain
you're thinking sensibly

about the possible changes
at the hospital.

By thinking sensibly,
you mean thinking like you.

Of course.

Cora believes you're wrong.

Well, Cora is confused.

And when she sees sense,
she'll agree with you?

You have been talking to Isobel.

Since they made her
the almoner,

she's never been the same.

I have been talking to Cora.

Well, that is a mistake.

You can't expect me

to avoid talking
to my own wife.

Why not?

I know several couples
who are perfectly happy,

haven't spoken in years.

Hello, Granny.

They didn't say
you were here.

I'm here to make sure of your
father in the coming fight.

Well, I'm off to London
to calm my editor.

Say goodbye to Mama.

Will you stay
with Rosamund?

I don't know
how long I'll be there,

so I'll stay at the flat.

Is it proper for a young woman

to be alone in a flat?

Granny, Adrienne Bolland

flew alone over the Andes
Mountains four years ago.

And anyway,
I'm not a young woman.

I'm staring middle age
in the face.

MARY:
Granny!

Have you seen
your Mama?

She's just finishing off
the menus with Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, well, then,
I will be off.

Why not stay
and say hello?

I have a feeling Cora and I
will be saying "hello"

rather less than "en garde!"
in the next few weeks.

Right.

What if we keep
the Dover sole

and change the cod
to a crown roast?

And I'll do peaches in brandy.

That sounds more like it.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Is everything else all right?

Yes, your ladyship.

Well, that is,

I'm a bit concerned
about the wedding.

Oh, why is that?

Don't hesitate
to charge it all

to the house account.

Oh, very kind, I'm sure.

But it's not that.

Mrs. Hughes isn't happy.

I'm sorry to hear it.

Is she regretting her decision?

It's not her decision
she regrets

so much as his decision.

Mm-hmm!

What is that?

A stamp to mark
the British Empire Exhibition.

Just been released.

The first commemorative
stamp ever.

What's that great
lion doing?

It's the lion of Britain
with the head of the King.

I think it's silly.

That's because
you understand nothing.

(bell ringing)

I'll go.

(faint voices)

Who was that?

Who was... what?

Whoever was outside.

It was nobody.

Very talkative for a nobody.

I meant... he'd come
to the wrong house.

Haven't we all?

Did Lady Edith
get off okay?

As far as I know.

I can't think why she doesn't
just sack the wretched man

and find someone else.

Unless she enjoys
racing up to London

in a swirling cloud
of crisis and drama.

I've had rather a sad letter
from Mr. Branson.

Listen.

"I dreamt last night

"I was in the park at Downton,

"walking with Sybbie
under the great trees,

"listening to the pigeons

"cooing in their branches,

and when I woke,
my eyes were filled with tears."

That's very moving.

I agree.

I owe him a letter.

I'll write
after Carson's wedding.

Talking of which,
I feel sorry for Mrs. Hughes.

I said I'd brighten up
her frock for her,

but when she
gave it me,

it was an ordinary
old day dress

and there wasn't much
I could do.

Can't I lend her a brooch
or something?

I told Mrs. Patmore
and she said not to worry,

so maybe she's got a plan.

Well, let's hope so.

Have you given
any more thought

to Mr. Ryder's advice?

I have.

You're not...?

Too early to tell.

Lord knows the problem
isn't Bates.

(laughing)

Honestly, m'lady.

If I repeated some of the things
you say downstairs...

Should you be working?

I can manage,

and there's always Baxter.

No, Mr. Bates
would smell a rat.

And I don't want him
to know anything

until it's worked
and I'm almost showing.

He'd put so much on to it.

At the end
of the third month,

I'll invent an appointment

and we'll whizz
up to London.

Oh, how exciting.

I don't want to be excited.

Not until I know
it's going to happen.

Looking for a place,
Mr. Barrow?

I might be.

Would you be sorry?

BAXTER:
They've not said
anything, though.

Mr. Carson
is hoping I'll resign

to avoid any possible
unpleasantness.

That's all.

What do you think of this?

"Experienced manservant required

for a position of trust
in a prominent household."

Sounds interesting.

Where is it?

I'm only looking
in the Yorkshire papers.

I want to stay up here.

Careful, Mr. Barrow.

Someone might accuse you
of having feelings

for the area.

Would that be so hard
to believe?

Harder for you to accept
than for us to believe,

I should have thought.

Am I here tonight
without Cousin Violet

to cement my alliance
with Cora?

No, not at all.

Carson, could you ask
Mrs. Hughes

to join us
in the drawing room?

Mrs. Hughes, m'lady?

I want to ask her something
and I'd like Lady Mary

to be there.

What are you getting at?

Carson?

Of course,
your ladyship.

Shall we go through?

Or are you staying tonight,
Robert?

No, I don't want
to miss anything.

Does Cousin Violet know
I'm here this evening?

Not unless you've told her.

I don't want her to think
I'm plotting against her.

Aren't you?

Yes, but I don't
want her to know.

Her ladyship's going
to help Mr. Mason.

When I was in the drawing room,
she almost said it out loud.

Oh, let's hope so.

Now, will you let me take you
through the exam papers?

Are you losing
confidence in me?

No, no,
it's not that.

I'm sure you know
the answers,

but sometimes it can be hard
to make out the question.

Mr. Molesley,
shall I ask them

to come down here
and help themselves?

Sorry, Mr. Carson.

Is Mrs. Hughes in her room?

As far as I know.

Do you agree?

I do, yes.

How may I help,
m'lady?

I'm sorry to put you
on the spot,

but I believe you've been
rather railroaded

over your reception.

I understand you don't want
to be married from this house?

What?

Why ever not?

CARSON:
My lady,
we're both honored

to be allowed
the privilege of...

CORA:
No.

I want to hear
from Mrs. Hughes.

Your ladyship,

I have no wish
to sound ungrateful.

This is a fine house.

And Mr. Carson's right.

It'd be an honor
to hold our party here.

But it's not what you want.

Well, to start with,

I'd like a kind of reception

that's different from the ones
you're used to,

with a solid meal served
at proper tables.

MARY:
But does anyone have

a sit-down wedding
breakfast anymore?

A great many people, m'lady.

And then I'd like to feel

we could ask all sorts,

everyone who's been part
of our lives here.

And I'd planned
for music later on

and maybe a bit of a hooley,

none of which
would be suitable

in the Great Hall.

It would not.

There you are--
we're only agreeing.

MARY:
Mrs. Hughes,
doesn't Carson

deserve a wedding
in this house?

Where he has served
this family for so long

and with such loyalty...

And will continue
to do so

while there is breath
in his body.

Well, then.

But this is
our day, m'lady.

It's about Charles Carson
and Elsie Hughes

and not about
this glorious house

or the glorious people
who've lived in it.

Just us.

And that's the way
I'd like to celebrate it.

I couldn't understand more,
Mrs. Hughes.

I hope we'll be invited.

Of course
you'll all be invited,

and we'd be honored if you come.

But it would be our day,

celebrated in our way.

Do you know where you will stage
this festivity?

I had thought about
the schoolhouse, m'lord,

but Mr. Carson
doesn't care for it.

I don't mind the schoolhouse.

CORA:
Good.

Then it would seem
to be settled.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

Thank you, m'lady.

(door closes)

Why did we have
to listen to that?

Because I want you
to stop bullying them

and let them
do it their way.

You think I'm a bully,
I think you're a snob.

How do you make that out?

She didn't want the bother
of a servant's wedding

in the hall.

That's not fair, we...

Going out,
Mr. Spratt?

Do I have your permission?

You can go round the world
as far as I'm concerned.

That's very considerate of you,

but a breath of air

is all I need.

(knocking)

(door opens)

Oh, Denker.

I wonder if I might have
something warm to drink

before I go up.

Yes, certainly, m'lady.

How about a nice cup
of hot chocolate?

Oh, just the thing,
thank you.

(clears throat)

Um...

Yes?

M'lady, Mr. Spratt seems
very preoccupied at the moment.

I wondered if you knew
what it was about.

Does this spring from a tender
concern for his welfare?

Well, we all have to rub along
together, don't we?

Well, it would
be nice if we could.

I worry.

Perhaps one of his friends
is in trouble.

Well, I know nothing
of Spratt's friends.

I know he has
a great many relations

who seem to get
married and buried

with numbing regularity.

(laughs)

Usually on very
inconvenient days.

Well, perhaps it's one of them?

Well, why don't you ask him?

While you're making
my chocolate.

Yes, m'lady.

Of course.

Oh, m'lord,
a quick word.

It may be that we have
a painless solution

to the problem of Barrow.

Oh, yes?

He's applying for a job
in the vicinity.

Do you know of a house
called Dryden Park, near York?

The name rings a bell.

I think my parents
used to go there,

but I haven't heard anything
about it for years.

Is that where
he's off to?

Hopefully.

We shall see.

(groans)

Are you quite well?

Oh, yes.

Just a bit of indigestion.

Carson...

I hope you weren't upset

by that business
in the drawing room.

Oh, not at all, m'lady.

And as a matter of fact,

I don't believe
that her ladyship was acting

for snobbish reasons.

Perhaps not,
but it annoys me

to see you cheated
of your just desserts.

I wanted the best for you.

And I shall have it, m'lady,
if you attend the wedding.

That's enough for me.

Good night.

(bell rings)

Yes?

Hello.

I telephoned earlier

in response
to the advertisement.

Name's Barrow.

Come in, come in.

Thank you.

Lady Edith Crawley?

It is you, isn't it?

Hello...?

Bertie Pelham.

We met at Brancaster

when it was let
to Lord Sinderby.

Of course.

I'm sorry to be so dense.

I remember you very well.

You're the agent.

Or you were then.

Oh, I am now.

Business has brought me
to London for a few days.

Me too.

In fact, it's the longest time
I've spent in London

since my cousin came out.

She was with us at Brancaster--
Rose Aldridge.

I remember.

I thought you were
a very jolly party.

I told Lord Hexham
he should try and let

to the Sinderbys
again this year.

Are you having
a good time in London?

Well, I've been working
since I arrived,

and missing Marigold,
of course.

Marigold?

My...

That is, my ward.

Our ward.

Of course.

You told me about her.

Well, I'd better get on.

I expect you're busy.

I'm not usually,

but I've got rather a drama
on my hands with my magazine.

You've probably forgotten
that I own a magazine.

Indeed I have not.

I thought it was
incredibly modern.

Well, it's incredibly
complicated at the moment,

which is why I have to get
back to the office.

I don't suppose you'd
like a drink with me?

Later on?

Well...

Only I'm going home tomorrow,

and I'm not sure
when I'll be back.

All right.

Why not?

But it will have to be
near the office.

We're in Covent Garden.

What about Rules?

Will they let us
have a drink there?

Oh, I should think so.

Shall we say 7:00?

Now I'm going
to hurry away

before you change
your mind.

THOMAS:
Perhaps you could tell me

a little more
about the job, Mr...?

Reresby.

Sir Michael Reresby.

Oh.

As you can see, we've
rather let things slide.

It's been very difficult
since my wife died.

I can imagine,
Sir Michael.

She was a lady in waiting,
did you know?

To the old Duchess
of Connaught.

Ah.

Do you have
any other family?

Two sons.

But they never came back
from the war.

Very sorry to hear that.

Did you serve?

I was in Flanders, yes.

I served.

I got this there.

That's what I need.

Someone who knows
about fighting

for his king
and his country.

I expect this was a wonderful
house for entertaining.

Oh, you should have
seen it!

We had such fun
in those days.

(sighs)

Do you know what I shall
always remember?

The women going up to bed
at the end of the evening,

their faces lit by the flame
from their candle.

Yes.

Those diamonds twinkling

as they climbed up
into the darkness.

Shall we go through here?

Well, as you can see,

it is all rather silted up.

Can you clear a space?

THOMAS:
Of course.

So, can you let me know
more about the job?

How many staff
do you have?

Well, uh,

there's Mrs. Tonkins.

She comes in three days a week.

And she has to manage
everything?

We do have a man outside
every now and then.

But that's why we need you.

But in your advertisement,

you spoke of
"a position of trust,"

Sir Michael,
"in a prominent household."

This is a very prominent
household.

Can you doubt it?

We have entertained

not just the Connaughts,

but the Fife Princesses,

both of them.

The Duke of Argyll,
the Queen of Spain...

Yes, but that was some time ago.

Are you a republican?

No, I don't believe so.

But then, I've never really
thought about it much.

Well, think
about it now!

I can't risk a republican
in this household

when anyone might call!

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not
quite up to it.

Philosophically.

Thank Heavens
we've picked that up

before it caused any trouble.

I should be going.

I hope you find the man
you're looking for.

We can't let them down,
do you see?

When the good times return
and they all come back,

we must be ready.

We can't let our standards slip.

No.

And good luck
with those standards.

EDITH:
And this is what you had
in mind for the cover?

No, no, don't touch that.

It does seem very similar
to last month's, Mr. Skinner.

Don't be so absurd.

No, no, please!

And where is the copy for this?

(sighs)

Mr. Skinner,
this really isn't finished.

I have dealt
with amateurism before!

I've even dealt
with incompetence!

But this ridiculous muddle-
headed meddling just about...

Mr. Skinner,
that's quite enough!

If that's how you feel,

I suggest we part company
once and for all!

Well, I've done it.

He's gone.

Good riddance.

And well done.

But what happens now?

Well, we have to get it out
by tomorrow,

so we have to get the proofs
to the printers by 4:00 a.m.

You can't mean to do it
yourself?

Why not?

I refuse to be defeated

by a petulant
and overweight tyrant.

I'll lay out the articles
as usual.

It's 7:00.

Which means we have nine hours.

We better get
some coffee on and...

Oh, crikey.

I won't be long.

Keep getting
the copy together.

May I help you, madam?

I won't be long.

I'm so, so sorry,
but believe me,

if you knew what I'm living
through, you'd forgive me.

I forgive you anyway.

The thing is,
I can't have a drink.

I'd love to,
but I can't.

My editor has walked out

and I have to get the magazine
to the printers

by 4:00 in the morning,

so it's sandwiches and coffee
and work until dawn.

All right.

Oh, you're a darling,
thank you.

And do telephone me if and when
you're up in London again.

No, I meant all right,
I'll come with you.

Come with me where?

Back to the office.

I can make coffee,
I can fetch sandwiches.

I can carry
bits of paper around.

Shouldn't we get going?

Aren't you having dinner
somewhere?

I thought that's why
you hadn't suggested it.

No, I didn't think
you'd accept dinner,

so I planned to ask you
halfway through the drink.

Right.

Well, we should get back.

So it's just the causes
of the war?

Both wars,

the Spanish Succession
and the Austrian Succession.

You're comparing them.

And don't forget,
you know,

keep it simple
and straightforward.

What is it?

Oh, well, I don't know
if I should tell you.

Tell me if it's important.

Don't if it's not.

Well, it might be.

When I was serving tea
in the library,

I heard them say that the Drewes
are giving up Yew Tree Farm.

That's what she
was thinking!

Her ladyship knew they were
going to hand in the lease

and she couldn't decide
whether to say anything!

Don't jump the gun.

No, I knew
she'd had an idea!

I said it!

You've made me so happy!

This is just the tonic
Mr. Mason needs!

But it's not definite yet.

No, I'll say that,
I'll tell him that.

But he'll be made up.

(bell rings)

Who's that?

Somebody at the back door.

Never mind.

Mrs. Potter can answer it.

It's probably a delivery.

At this time?

Mr. Willis?

What brings you here?

Well, I'm sorry
to call so late,

but I've had an enquiry
which concerns you.

Ooh, I'm all ears.

Mr. Spratt, do you know
a Mr. Wally Stern?

Yes.

He's my sister's son.

He's been serving time
in York Prison.

Oh?

Is it absolutely necessary
for Miss Denker to be present?

Killjoy.

Well, she'll be
questioned next,

so what's the point
in asking her to leave?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm aware of the present
situation

of my unfortunate nephew.

Not the present situation,
I'm afraid.

Mr. Stern recently
absconded from prison.

He's currently on the run.

Someone answering
his description

has been seen
in this neighborhood,

and naturally, we wondered
if he had tried to make contact.

Not with me,
Sergeant, no.

Miss Denker,
can you add anything?

No.

Nothing that leads you
to suppose

a man was hanging around
the house?

I'm afraid not, Sergeant.

Perhaps
the identification

was a mistake.

Is he very distinctive

to look at?

Uh, not very.

Quite ordinary, in fact.

All right.

Well, that would seem
to be that.

I'll say goodbye.

Of course, if he tries
to get in touch...

Oh, we'll be on to you
in a moment.

I'm sorry.

I don't know why he wanted
to drag you into it.

What an interesting family
you have, Mr. Spratt.

Mine are quite dull
by comparison.

I haven't seen him for years.

It's your sister
I feel sorry for.

Well, she has done nothing
to deserve it.

Of course not.

I do have one question, though.

What's that?

After you put him up
in the potting shed,

did he get away safely?

What's the idea?

Lady Eltham's costume ball.

I can't decide which guests
are the most important.

Never mind that.

Best clothes
and prettiest faces.

Nobody cares
about anything else.

(typewriter keys clicking)

You have the address?

Yes.

They're waiting for you.

He's got everything
he needs.

Put it into
Mr. Brent's hands.

Yes, ma'am.

I'll get you
some more coffee.

Would you?

Well, you did it.

We did it.

I really am so grateful.

Are you an editor now?

Does this count
in your profession

as a sort of baptism of blood?

Oh, I don't know
what will happen next,

but it's nice to know
I can do it if I have to.

You certainly can.

I won't, though.

Not yet.

I'll put someone in charge
as a caretaker.

Then I'll think.

In the end,
the big question must be

are you a countrywoman
or a townie?

Oh, but it's more than that.

I know now I need a purpose.

That's what I've learnt.

I can't just lead

one of those
purposeless lives.

You inspire me.

Not many people
would say that.

They would if they knew you.

(footsteps approaching)

Thank you, Audrey.

So, you go home today?

Yes.

I'll catch the 12:00
and try and sleep on the train.

What about you?

I'll settle in the new editor
and go back after that.

And our butler is getting
married on Saturday,

which is quite a big thing.

Has he been with you
a long time?

Forever.

He joined us as a junior footman
in my grandfather's day.

Oh, I love those stories.

I wonder how much longer
people will tell them.

I know.

But let's not be sad.

Not today.

After all, we've just
edited a magazine.

(both laugh)

This just came for you.

Oh, thank you very much.

What is it?

Never you mind.

Oh, what a relief!

I thought it wasn't
going to get here!

May we know what it is?

It's a frock I ordered
as a surprise for Mrs. Hughes.

But with the wedding tomorrow,

I thought
I'd missed it.

Can we have a look?

I don't see why not.

Just check Mr. Carson's gone.

It's a relief
to me as well.

The one she wanted to wear
was awful.

Oh.

Well, it's very, um...

It's an improvement,
we can say that.

DAISY:
Is it?

What was the last one like?

I don't understand.

It was so nice in the picture.

It wasn't dear,
but it seemed like a bargain.

Well, it's the thought
that counts.

Not with a frock, it's not.

Lady Mary says she'll lend her
a brooch or something.

A brooch?

She'll need a diamond parure
to make this look any good.

DAISY:
She's coming!

Daisy.

I'm afraid
Gertie's ill,

so can I ask you
to do the fires?

(snoring)

CORA:
I'm sorry to get you up
so early.

BAXTER:
That's all right, m'lady.

But are you sure you don't want
any breakfast?

No.

I've had a cup of tea,
it's enough.

I'm having luncheon in York
after I see the hospital.

Daisy?

You don't do the bedroom fires
these days, do you?

Not as a rule, m'lady, no.

But Gertie is unwell

and we don't have a proper
scullery maid anymore.

I'm afraid I'm usually not up
early enough to know that.

I just wanted to say
how very grateful I am, m'lady.

Grateful for what?

When you said you'd had a plan,
it was because the Drewes

might be leaving Yew Tree Farm,
wasn't it?

Well...

I know you can't say anything,

but I'm so thankful to you
for trying.

Is something
the matter, m'lady?

I hope she wasn't
bothering you.

No, but...

Well, never mind.

We'll see what happens.

Do you remember
I thought Mrs. Patmore

might have an idea
about Mrs. Hughes' dress?

Mmm.

Well, she did,
and it arrived this morning.

No good?

No good at all--
horrible, in fact.

It's too late now
to order anything else.

Can't we lend her a dress
or something?

Well, she wouldn't fit
into a dress of yours

and her ladyship's too tall.

But what about
an embroidered evening coat?

The length wouldn't matter
so much.

I'll ask Mama when I get up.

She'll have something.

Miss Baxter said she was
leaving early to go into York.

That's right.

She's out all day.

She goes straight from York

to a meeting
with Dr. Clarkson.

We'll have to manage
without her.

She won't mind.

She'll be pleased.

I, uh...

...just want to make sure
everything's under control.

I think so.

Mr. Brock's bringing the flowers
and foliage in the morning,

and Mrs. Patmore's
on top of things.

Are you nervous?

A little, and I'm sad
about my dress.

I wish I'd made
more of an effort,

but it's too late now.

I'm sure you'll look wonderful.

Well, I'll look tidy.

What about tonight?

We mustn't see
each other tonight.

I'm having dinner in here

and they'll warn you
when I'm going up

so that we don't meet
on the stairs.

Am I hearing right?

You went behind our backs
and betrayed us to the enemy?

CORA:
Whose enemy?

They're not my enemy.

I asked to see
the Royal Yorkshire

and to meet with the doctors
in charge

so I could learn the benefits
of a merger.

Today, they were
good enough

to give me a tour
and a luncheon.

Am I to think ill of them
for that?

And you don't call that
betrayal?

It's called trying to be
in possession of the facts.

Oh, I wondered
when we'd hear from you.

CLARKSON:
I confess I think
it's unfortunate

if you've given them
the impression

that we approve
of the plan.

But I do approve of it.

Oh, and you're the fount
of wisdom on this topic?

I don't claim to know more
than any of you.

Well, I'm glad that
you don't claim to know

more than I do,
Lady Grantham,

but I am disappointed.

And we know why.

Well, if we don't,
I gather we will soon.

I'm very much afraid that
you see the new arrangement

as diminishing
your own importance.

What?

Well, you're the king
of this place,

but once it's a wing
of the Royal Yorkshire,

you will be one more
local doctor.

With some authority, yes,

but it will not be the same.

Mrs. Crawley doesn't mean that.

Well, I'd like
to think that,

but it sounds very much
as if she does.

Did you drink at luncheon?

No, I did not.

Which you know very well,
since we were together.

Not all the time.

MERTON:
Shall we call
a halt to this

before we say things
we all regret?

I rather hope Mrs. Crawley
regrets what she's said already.

I'm going home.

In future, let's try

to manage things
in a more civilized manner.

Oh!

Goodbye, Dr. Clarkson.

Goodbye, Lady Grantham.

(sighs)

Has tea gone up?

Not yet, O great one.

How did you get on
at Dryden Park?

It wasn't right for me,
Mr. Carson.

Pity.

Mr. Molesley, Andrew?

Tea.

It won't be long now.

Don't worry.

Something'll turn up.

I expect you'd be glad
to see the back of me.

If it's what you want.

He means it, too.

Don't fish-- especially where
they're never going to bite.

You've got me wrong,
you all have.

How have we got you wrong?

I don't want anything from Andy
but friendship.

We were friends
when he first came.

I helped to get him the job,
for God's sake.

But now you've all poisoned
his mind against me.

Then tell him.

It's too late.

The damage has been done.

You don't believe me anyway.

Mrs. Hughes!

Can you pop up to her ladyship's
room for a moment?

Whatever for?

Lady Mary has
a surprise for you.

A surprise? For me?

Why?

Well, you're getting
married tomorrow.

That might have something
to do with it.

Can we meet there at 5:00?

ROBERT:
Here she is,
the famous editor,

trailing streamers of success.

This is the mock-up.

Ah!

EDITH:
It does seem weird

that we managed it in time.

We managed it?

The office.

We all pulled
together.

Well, I think it's perfectly
brilliant, darling.

Don't you?

I'm back, but I'm
going upstairs

to get straight
and to calm down.

Why? How was your day?

CORA:
The morning
was interesting,

the afternoon was ghastly.

Oh, Mama, you'll find...

See, that dress
doesn't look bad now

as a foil to set off the colors
of the embroidery.

I agree.

Its plainness is a virtue.

And I'm sure we can do something
about the length.

Excuse me.

Will someone explain to me
what's going on?

Didn't Lady Mary tell you,
m'lady?

Tell me what?

That Mrs. Hughes
is going to borrow

one of your coats
to be married in.

Was I to have
any say in this

as you rifled
through my cupboards?

Your ladyship, there's obviously
been a misunderstanding.

I'm surprised at you,
Mrs. Hughes.

This is not the kind of behavior
I would look for from you.

We'll hang them up at once
and leave you in peace.

You see,
Lady Mary said...

Lady Mary may dispose of her
own clothes as she sees fit,

but I do not know

what gives her the right
to dispose of mine!

Now please, leave me.

I have a headache
and I need to lie down.

You're very prompt.

Oh, m'lady, we've had
an awful business.

Her ladyship walked in

when Mrs. Hughes was trying
on the coats, and...

I don't know.

She seemed to think
we were stealing them.

Don't be silly.

I'm not.

I've never seen her so angry.

Poor Mrs. Hughes.

She feels awful.

Well, we can't have that
on the day before her wedding.

Leave it to me.

(knocking)

Yes?

(door opens)

I hope Anna's wrong,

but she seems to think
you didn't want to lend

Mrs. Hughes a coat
for her wedding.

Well, I just walked in
and there they were,

putting on my clothes.

Please tell me you weren't rude.

Your mother's had

a horrible afternoon
with Granny.

They were all
at each other's throats.

Does that excuse
insulting a woman

who has served us faithfully
for many years

who simply wanted something nice
to be married in?

Why didn't you tell me about it?

I tried to, but you stormed off.

What was Mrs. Hughes doing
in there?

Typical, though,
isn't it?

30 years of service,

one wrong move, and snap,
you're out on your ear.

They are very appreciative
of our service,

it was not a wrong move,
and she is not out on her ear.

Well, I won't speak ill
of her ladyship.

Not when she's doing
what she's doing for Mr. Mason.

What's this?

Daisy, you mustn't talk like
that when it isn't settled.

I want to get things settled.

Don't we all?

You seem unusually disenchanted
with life these days,

Mr. Barrow.

I can't see the future,
Mr. Carson.

But then, I suppose
none of us can.

Don't let it upset you.

It does upset me.

I felt like a naughty child
in need of a smack.

Anyway, I'm going up now.

It's past 10:00.

(knocking)

Yes?

May I come in?

Please.

Mrs. Hughes, I won't
beat about the bush.

I behaved badly earlier

and I hope you'll
accept my apology.

It must have been strange
to find us all there, m'lady.

Nevertheless, I have no excuse
to behave as I did.

Not to someone who deserves
our loyalty as you do.

Please forgive me.

Of course.

I can only say I was angry
about something quite different

and I allowed it
to cloud my judgment.

Oh, we've all
done that, m'lady.

Finally, I'd like you
to have this coat.

I'm not sure it was
a good idea.

Please.

Or I'll feel
I've spoiled the day,

which is the very last thing
I'd want to do.

Furthermore,
I want you to keep it.

Well, I...

I've asked Baxter to fit it
for you tonight.

She's happy to do that.

Very well, m'lady.

I'm very grateful.

I'm not sure when
I'll wear it again,

but you never know.

You never do.

I'll say good night.

Good night,
your ladyship.

(sighs)

(bell rings)

For Mr. Carson.

Thank you.

Come in.

Oh, thank you,
Mrs. Patmore.

That's lovely.

What's happened?

What's the matter?

ANNA:
Nothing's the matter.

We've come to dress the bride.

Oh!

Well, there's a sentence
I never thought I'd hear.

(laughing)

With this ring, I thee...

The ring.

Yes.

Mr. Brock
brought these for you.

What are they?

Well, they're roses with
heather for buttonholes.

He's done that to honor
Mrs. Hughes.

Very nice, I'm sure,
but whom are they for?

For you and your ushers,
of course.

My ushers?

I've not got any ushers.

Perhaps you should have,
Mr. Carson.

Oh, very well.

Take one for yourself
and give one to Andrew.

And remove the fern.

What about me,
Mr. Carson?

Take one.

I might as well be hanged
for a sheep as a lamb.

MRS. HUGHES:
For better, for worse,
for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love, cherish, and to obey,
till death us do part,

according to God's
holy ordinance...

With this ring I thee wed,
with my body I thee worship,

and with all my worldly goods
I thee endow.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

In the name of the Father,

and of the Son,
and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

(sighs)

I now pronounce you
man and wife together.

(bagpipes playing)

Oh, thank you.

(cheering)

Oh!

I'm so glad
to see you here.

I couldn't miss
Carson's wedding.

I felt uncomfortable
about the way I spoke to you

the other day.

Oh, you said
what you thought.

But I don't think I did,
not truly.

I was exasperated
by Lady Grantham

and you got in the way.

Well, don't be too quick
to condemn yourself.

I'm not sure you were wrong.

Maybe I haven't focused
on what's best for the village.

What's this?

Dr. Clarkson is
reviewing his position.

I hope this is wishful thinking
on Mrs. Crawley's part.

To be honest, I don't know.

But if something's
that important,

it's worth considering
more than once.

Really?

Well, in my experience,

second thoughts
are vastly overrated.

But we mustn't be
too blinkered, surely?

It's not just Mrs. Crawley
and Lady Grantham.

Your old friend Lord Merton
is in favor of reform.

A peer in favor of reform

is like a turkey
in favor of Christmas.

(laughing)

(everyone cheers)

MRS. HUGHES:
Mr. Barrow, nice
to see you here.

A wonderful service.

Thank you, my lord.

Please understand that
nothing's going to change.

I doubt you'd agree,
Mrs... Carson.

We'll try to keep the changes
manageable, m'lady.

Congratulations.

Thank you.

I'm so happy for you.

I'm sorry if I made things
awkward about the reception.

Please forgive me?

M'lady, Mr. Carson
would forgive you

if you attacked him
with a brick.

You don't have to worry,
you know, Mr. Spratt.

No?

I can keep secrets
when I want to.

Maybe.

But the question remains:
will you want to?

Ah. Hmm...

You're very sunny again.

I love weddings,
don't you?

I liked mine.

You would tell me
if you'd fallen in love

with someone else,
wouldn't you?

(laughs)

I shouldn't think so.

Not for a moment.

(laughs)

Because there's something
about you just now.

And there's something
about you, Mr. Bates.

There's definitely
something about you.

Oh, there she is now.

MOLESLEY:
You won't regret it.

She's more than equal
to the task.

In fact, I think
she'll do you credit.

HEADMASTER:
I think she'll do you credit,
Mr. Molesley.

You seem to have been an
excellent influence in all this.

Well, I believe
that education is the gate

that leads to any future
worth having.

Have you missed
your vocation?

I've missed everything,
Mr. Dawes.

But Daisy doesn't have to.

Mr. Mason's so full
of gratitude, your ladyship.

It's like a dream
after a nightmare, m'lady.

But please,
you mustn't think...

May I have silence?

(crowd quiets down)

Thank you.

Mr. Barrow.
Mrs. Carson.

Before we take our seats,
I believe,

as the groom, that I have
the right to a few words.

I will not be prolix,
but it must be right that I mark

that I am the happiest

and luckiest of men.

That a woman
of such grace and charm

should entrust her life's
happiness to my unworthy charge

passeth all understanding.

(laughing)

To my wonderful bride.

The bride and groom.

ALL:
The bride and groom!

To the bride and groom.

Tom!

And Sybbie, darling!

What are you doing here?

And how did you know
where to find us?

I went to the house
and the hall boy on duty

told me where you were.

And it means that I can

congratulate you in person,

Mr. and Mrs. Carson.

Oh! Are you back for a holiday?

Oh, say you'll stay.

That's just the point.

I can stay
as long as you want me.

I don't understand--
what are you saying?

Just this:

that I've come back

and I'd like to stay for good,
if Lord Grantham will have me.

Of course we'll have you.

We'll be delighted!

I echo every syllable.

Hello, darling Sybbie!

Give old Donk a kiss.

MARY:
Oh, Tom, this is
such wonderful news.

Are you sure?

I'm really, really sure.

So what happened?

It's quite simple.

I had to go
all the way to Boston

to figure something out.

And that's what I did.

Well, go on,
what was it?

I learned that Downton
is my home

and that you are my family.

If I didn't quite know that
before I left,

I know it now.

Over there!

Sybbie!

Marigold.

Hello.

(laughing)