All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E04.Episode.4.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

You didn't quarrel,
then?

No.

My cousin was good to me.

But in the end,
it was another country

and I'd moved away
one time too many.

And besides, I had taken Sybbie
away from you.

What right had I
to do that?

You had every right,
but it did seem a shame.

I wish we had a photograph

of all our faces
when you walked in.

I hope I didn't steal
their thunder.

Oh, no.

I think it gave it
an added lift.

How is Sybbie
this morning?

Tired, but glad to be here.

What will you do, Mary?

Now that Tom's home?

Exactly what I was doing.

MARY:
Why?

Well, surely he'll go back
to being the agent?

ROBERT:
Can't we allow Tom a few days

to settle in before
we start fighting?

You'll get no fight from me.

I want to do what's right
for everyone.

Why don't you come down
to the office later

and I'll bring you up to date.

Any word from Carson?

He rang to say they'd arrived
safely, m'lord.

But that's all.

We could have managed something
a little better

than Scarborough.

I offered, but that's
what they wanted.

When do we expect Rosamund?

Tomorrow, for dinner.

Why is she coming?

EDITH:
She says
just to see us,

but I'm sure she wants
to get stuck in

with the row about the hospital.

Well, at least she'll be
reinforcements

for Cora and Isobel.

Do you think she'll take
their side?

Against Granny?

Every time.

Miss Baxter, Sergeant Willis
rang earlier.

He wants to look in.

MOLESLEY:
What's this?

The Sergeant is
coming here later.

What for?

To see Miss Baxter.

(bell rings)

Oh, that's her ladyship.

I must go.

What do the police want
with Miss Baxter?

ANNA:
It makes a nice change.

Good to know
we can joke about it.

Well, it's no joke
to Miss Baxter.

Who spoke to him?

MRS. PATMORE:
Sergeant Willis?

Me. I did.

Next time run it past me,
Mrs. Patmore,

before you issue an invitation.

I am the butler now.

For the next five minutes.

Until Mr. Carson
gets back.

And don't let's forget it!

When did this arrive?

Mr. Spratt walked up with it

first thing this morning,
m'lady.

Lady Grantham wants to bring
Lady Shackleton when she comes

for dinner tomorrow.

That's nice.

Is it?

It's only so dear Mama has an
ally when we start fighting.

She thinks Lady Rosamund
and Mrs. Crawley are on my side.

Heigh ho,

I'll telephone her

when I go down.

MARY:
Now we're out
of Edith's earshot,

what do you really want?

To be joint agents?

I wouldn't mind.

Maybe.

But if I am to live out
my life here,

I need to find something to do

that isn't just
about the estate.

How enterprising.

I've changed
since I've been away.

I'm still not a traditionalist.

The King should not rely
on my support.

Which wouldn't surprise Papa.

But I don't feel the same
about capitalism,

not American capitalism anyway.

Where a hard-working man can go
right to the top,

all the way
in a single lifetime.

Which still isn't
true here.

Not yet.

But I've a sense
it's going to change.

And in the
not-too-distant future.

I hope that doesn't worry you.

Tom, you're my brother.

I want what you want.

In your work,
in your life.

No more Miss Buntings,
if you have any pity,

but even in that, don't
please us, please yourself.

What about you?

Have you regretted
dismissing your suitors?

No.

Come in here.

Mr. Carson won't mind.

WILLIS:
Thank you,
Mrs. Patmore.

Good morning,
Miss Baxter.

Is this about the Bateses?

No, no, no,
it's not about the Bateses.

They're off the hook.

But then...
what's Miss Baxter done,

if it's not to do
with them?

Would you rather I questioned
you alone, Miss Baxter?

Mrs. Hughes wouldn't like it.

I've asked
Mr. Molesley to be

with me if I'm allowed.

He's outside.

Oh.

Well, of course...
(laughs lightly)

if I'm not wanted...

It's not...

I understand, I understand.

Go on.

I won't beat about
the bush, Miss Baxter.

You'll know who I mean
by a Mr. Peter Coyle.

Yes, I do.

He is currently on bail
for theft.

That doesn't seem
to surprise you.

Correct.

He is accused
alongside a young woman

who worked
in the same house,

and I'm afraid that
most of the evidence

will count against her.

Again, you do not surprise me.

Well, this is it.

He's pleading innocence,
but our records show

that while he's never
been convicted,

he's been close to several
crimes in the past,

always carried out by women,

and he's escaped
prosecution every time.

We know he worked in
the same house as you

and that he left on the day

that you stole the jewels
from your mistress.

That's true.

Now, those jewels were never
found and you've kept silent,

but we believe he profited
from the theft.

We want you to testify to that
effect, as a character witness.

We are only trying
to protect

vulnerable young women
from him in the future.

He's ruined several lives.

I'll leave you now, Miss Baxter.

Please consider my request.

Of course she will,
Sergeant Willis.

Then I'll take the liberty
of calling again.

Goodbye.

I dare say this,
Mr. Coyle was a handsome devil.

He was a devil, all right.

It's not my decision,
but I think you should do it.

You don't know
what you're asking.

"All that's needed
for evil to triumph

is that good men do nothing."

You won't believe this
except you will.

Lady Shackleton
would love to come,

but... can she bring
her nephew?

What?

He's in Yorkshire
for some reason

and he's only staying one night.

What did you say?

I don't want to put
Mama's back up.

Things are bad enough
without that.

Mama is an old intriguer.

She will use tears or terror
with equal facility.

(laughs)

Who is this man?

I don't know.

Her sister's son.

Mrs. Cobb is going to live

with her daughter
in Oswaldkirk,

so Mary's going to give
the cottage to the Carsons.

Excellent news.

Can we discuss Yew Tree Farm?

What about it?

I don't see why we can't get
a new tenant

when the Drewes are gone.

No, Mary's right.

It makes more sense for us
to take it over.

We could let the house,
of course.

But we will have some tenants.

Which reminds me.

I want to see
Fairclough's new planting.

Tom, do you fancy a walk?

Let me make a call
and then I'll be with you.

You're happy he's back,
aren't you?

I really am.

Funny, isn't it?

What are
the new maids like?

Nice, hard-working,

but they don't live in

and they go home
before we have our tea,

so we don't really know them.

Not in the old way.

Miss Baxter and I turn the beds
down in the evenings.

I hope you're not working
too hard.

I feel quite well, m'lady.

Though I'm thickening up.

I saw Mr. Bates eyeing me
the other day.

He'll think I ate all the pies.

So you still haven't told him?

When I know it'll be fine, he
can celebrate without worrying.

(knock, door opens)

Ah, we were just
talking about you.

Good things, I hope, m'lady?

I wanted Molesley and Andrew
to take the cases down.

They've both gone
into the village.

Both?

Carson wouldn't allow that.

The cat's away,
m'lady.

Can you manage?

Anna and I can take one each.

No, they're too heavy
for Anna to lift.

Then I'll make a double journey.

Rather a bore for you.

The car's waiting
in the stable yard.

It was sweet of them
to let me bring Henry.

Why couldn't he have stayed
behind with a tray on his lap?

Don't be unkind.

I never see him.

He's only up here now to look
at some horrid racing car.

Does he get on with Philip?

They were friends as boys.

I'm afraid he doesn't like
my daughter-in-law.

Oh, dear.

Then, who does?

Now, you understand
the job on hand?

We're to persuade Lady Grantham

to oppose all change
at the hospital?

No, no, not quite.

To oppose change that takes
control away from us.

It would be so bad
for the village.

Forgive me, but why?

If it means more modern
and varied treatments?

Well, how could the interests
of the village

be protected if every
decision is made in York?

I see that, my dear, but...

Are you... are you here
to help or irritate?

To help, of course.

Then there's no more to be said.

I'd like some volunteers

to clean Mrs. Cobb's cottage
for the Carsons.

His lordship wants it done
before they get back.

I don't mind.

I could go out with
the maids in the morning.

It's a shame they can't live
in their own home.

Yes, but the builders
are still in it.

BATES:
They can't get there
and back without a car.

Which is a bit revolutionary
for Mr. Carson.

"The Carsons."

(laughs)

So, are we going to have
to call her Mrs. Carson?

DAISY:
I wish I knew how long
Mr. Mason's got

to wait for his farmhouse.

THOMAS:
Is this Yew Tree Farm

you're talking about?

Mr. Mason's taking over
the lease.

I don't believe so.

They're going to farm
the land themselves.

They may let the house,
but that's it.

What are you talking about?

I heard them discussing it
yesterday at breakfast.

Don't say it!

They couldn't turn around
like that, could they?

MOLESLEY:
But they've not said

they'd do it.

DAISY:
They implied it.

She implied it.

I might go
to Mrs. Cobb's cottage

when they're changing.

I'll come with you.
No need.

I expect he's got something
to think through.

Keep your pity, Mr. Molesley.

You need it more than I do.

ROSAMUND:
You don't have to tell me
your mother's in the right.

EDITH:
We can't have a public quarrel

or they'll both be asked
to resign from the board,

and even I don't want that.

Which means I'm not to make
Granny any angrier

than she is already.

So, how are you?

What's the news?

Well, I do have some
as a matter of fact.

Have you heard of a place
called Hillcroft?

It's in Surbiton.

What sort of place?

A college.

For women from modest
backgrounds,

but clever women
with potential.

I'm a trustee.

How interesting.

I knew you'd think so.

So I'm going to suggest you

as a trustee, too.

Oddly enough,
our treasurer lives up here.

It's one of the reasons
I've come--

so I can meet him
while I'm at Downton.

We'll ask him over.

What's his name?

John Harding.

I like the sound of him.

Self-made, clever,
successful.

And nearer your age than mine.

Might I have a word,
my lady?

You'll have to be quick.

I'm late.

It's about Miss Baxter.

I hope this isn't gossip.

I don't believe it is,
my lady.

(banging spoon)

You couldn't be harder
on those potatoes

if you wanted them
to confess to spying.

I feel so let down.

They've got
Mr. Mason's hopes up,

let him think he had
a future, and now what?

But to be honest, Daisy, wasn't
it you who put his hopes up?

Only because I was sure
that was what she intended.

She's led me on.

Well, maybe it just
wasn't possible.

Not possible?

Don't give me
not possible!

All right,
Madame Defarge.

Calm down and finish
that mash.

The Dowager Lady Shackleton
and Mr. Henry Talbot.

Golly.

Nobody told me
the nephew was you.

Oh, is that what I am,
"the nephew"?

You never said your aunt
was Lady Shackleton.

Did you know she was
bringing you here?

One must be allowed
some secrets.

Of course we'll invite
Mr. Harding.

He has a wife.

We must ask her too.

It's marvelous for
ordinary women to aim

at rich and
fulfilling careers.

We talk about making
a difference,

but this could actually
change lives.

Why are you in Yorkshire?

Mainly looking at a car I might
be racing at Brooklands.

So you really are a car man.

I wasn't sure
how much you meant it.

Oh, I really am a car man.

That's not a claim you often
hear in this neck of the woods.

Did you say you race
at Brooklands?

Yes.

I've driven there quite a lot.

I don't envy much,
but I envy that.

What sort of Talbot is he?

Shrewsbury, but he's nowhere
near the earldom.

About 40 strong men
would have to drop dead.

Well, nothing is impossible.

Without it, what are
his prospects?

Adequate, but not
overwhelming.

Honestly,
listen to yourselves.

No, Lady Shackleton
is quite right.

Mary needs more

than a handsome smile
and a hand on the gear stick.

I'm surprised you know
what a gear stick is.

I know more than you think.

It's very kind of you

to let Henry and me push in
to a family party.

In return, please don't let
Mama pull you into the fight.

Really, Robert.

You paint me as such a schemer.

No one has sharper eyes
than a loving son.

You read that somewhere.

ROBERT:
Why do you never think

I can make anything up?

Didn't you trust your
own powers of persuasion?

What?

Don't pretend.

Who else would her ladyship
have heard it from?

I think you'll regret
being silent.

THOMAS:
Come along, Mr. Molesley.

Just because Mr. Carson's away.

You look very preoccupied.

(gasps)

Anna?

(gasps)

Can I help?

I'm fine.

Just carry on,
as they say in the Navy.

The treatments available
to the village

would be vastly superior

to anything we
can lay claim to now.

You are making a grave mistake

and impoverishing
the village by doing so.

Prudence, tell them.

I expect there's a good deal
to be said on both sides.

Don't be so feeble.

Well, how can I present
myself as an expert

when I don't know the facts?

It's never stopped me.

She's still on cracking form.

If she were 20 years younger,
you'd just call her a tyrant.

(chuckles)

Have you thought more

about what you're going
to do now you're back?

Before dinner, Mr. Talbot was
saying he works with cars.

I wonder if that
mightn't be right for me.

Not as a racing car driver.

Maybe not.

But in that world.

Which is a long way
from Downton.

ROBERT:
Really, Mama, your attitude

is hardly conducive
to a peaceful settlement.

I won't bother to explain,

since every village
argument is the same.

Really?

I'm not a village boy.

My father was in Parliament,
so we lived in London.

Except for the summer,
and then we'd shelter

with various huntin', shootin',
fishin' relations.

That's what we are.

Yes, but it's not all you are.

So do you make a living
out of cars?

Yes, I suppose I do.

Yes, I race on a team.

Does that seem very odd?

Quite odd, although people do
such odd things nowadays.

I once met a man
who spent his time

importing guinea pigs
from Peru.

ROSAMUND:
Don't hide behind
Lady Shackleton, Mama.

You're quite capable
of landing your own punches.

CORA:
The question is, which system

is more likely to deliver
modern treatment

to the local population?

That is
not the point.

I should have thought
that is exactly the point.

Then you've muddled
your priorities.

EDITH:
I suppose Cousin Isobel

is entitled to put up
an argument.

Of course she is.

She's just not entitled
to win it.

(grunting with annoyance)

LADY SHACKLETON:
I'm afraid I've been rather
a disappointment

to your mother.

But not to me.

You could have made things
even worse.

I suppose so.

Do you ever make it
up to London?

Sometimes.

Would you think it terribly
common if I gave you my card?

Fairly common,
but I'll take it anyway.

Telephone me.

We'll have lunch or a drink...
or something.

Do you know I couldn't
be less interested in cars

if I took a pill
to achieve it?

Hmm.

Well, that's because you haven't
been taught about them...

properly.

The main thing I want to avoid

is Granny being kicked off the
board of the new arrangement.

Or us all being kicked off
for the fuss we're making.

Well, supporting her wrong
thinking won't help.

Can I put in a word

for trying to remain
friends?

Tom the Peacemaker is back.

(laughs)

That's really the purpose
of it to my...

Aunt Prudence?

We're outstaying
our welcome.

Indeed.

Good night, Robert.

Good night.

Good night, Mary.
Good night.

Mr. Talbot.

Lady Mary.

(exhales)

Not that pain again?

I can't drink port anymore.

Oh, darling...

I don't think I've ever felt
such a lack... of reason.

What do you mean reason?

Why am I here?

What am I doing?

What are we all doing?

Trying to get through life
as best we can.

Yes.

But you make friends.

People like you.

Her ladyship likes you.

Mr. Molesley
more than likes you.

Don't be silly.

It's true.

I'm quite envious.

Not of Mr. Molesley,
but the rest of it.

Well, I envy you.

You don't care
what people say,

while I tremble at the mere
idea of public ridicule.

I should be used to it
by now, but...

Well, you are stronger
than you think.

And you're wrong about me.

I mind what people say.

It's no use talking
as if you can force me.

We both know you can't!

We can make you attend
the trial.

Come on.

Sergeant Willis is not
the enemy.

Mr. Coyle is the enemy,
and here's your chance.

A chance for what?

Revenge?

Much good that will do.

WILLIS:
Not for revenge.

To stop other girls being
tricked into a life of crime.

Two of the women he used
are prostitutes now.

At least one is dead.

Do you want him to go on?

If I say yes, what happens next?

We send a list of witnesses
to the prosecution.

It's not a penny dreadful
with confessions from the box.

They see who will testify
on our side

and if he won't change his plea,
he'll go to the trial.

(softly):
Very well.

Thank you, Miss Baxter.

I'll keep you informed
at every step.

What changed your mind?

The thought of the girls
he ruined.

Like he ruined me.

Oh, but he hasn't
ruined you, has he?

And the proof is
you're standing here.

Maybe.

But he changed me.

I've just seen
the Hardings' car.

We'll be in the drawing room.

Certainly, m'lady.

Hello.

I believe we're
expected.

Of course.
Mr. and Mrs. Harding.

Would you like to leave
your coats?

Gwen?
Anna!

It is you, isn't it?

Why didn't you telephone
and say you were coming?

I didn't know we were until
this morning or I would have.

He said we were visiting
somebody called Painswick.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

His lordship's sister.

Oh, I'd
forgotten that.

I'll see you later if I can.

She hasn't got time to greet
her old friends, then?

When were you
a friend of Gwen's?

We're so pleased to see you.

I want to hear
all about Hillcroft.

Why did you first get involved?

Naturally I'll be happy
to take as much of the credit

as possible, but it was
really Mrs. Harding's idea.

What was it that drew you
to the work they were doing?

MARY:
Forgive me,

but have we met?

Oh, I don't think

we've met exactly.

Tell us more about Hillcroft.

Well, you see, I never had
any higher education

and so...
MARY:
Who did?

All we were taught was French,
prejudice, and dance steps.

(everyone chuckles)

But who's Gwen?

Well, she was a housemaid here,
before the war.

She got away
to be a secretary,

and now she's having
lunch upstairs

while we're still
stuck down here.

What does his lordship think?

They won't recognize her.

They don't look us
in the face enough.

MRS. PATMORE:
I wonder if Karl Marx

might finish the liver paté?

I don't think his lordship
will mind.

He's not uncomfortable
about that sort of thing.

It won't bother him that
she used to work here.

No, well, his daughter ran off
with a chauffeur in the interim.

Mrs. Harding was a supporter

when Hillcroft
first opened in 1920.

Then later, they needed

a treasurer,
so she suggested me.

And how do you manage
from Yorkshire?

It's not hard.

I go there twice a month,

but the telephone's really
changed everything.

I want to hear
Mrs. Harding's story.

Well, it was the telephone that
changed everything for me, too.

You see, I was a secretary
before I was married.

For a telephone company,

back when everyone
was getting connected

at the start of the war.

Then she moved
into local government,

and that's where we met.

But if I'd had
more education,

I might have gone further.

If that doesn't sound
too vain.

No.

Many women from all
backgrounds feel that.

I know I did.

I was a nurse, but why couldn't
I be a doctor?

Barrow, is that luncheon?

It is, m'lady.

CORA:
Shall we go in?

ROBERT:
Edith?

EDITH:
Yes, Papa?

(softly):
Look at you.

I don't mean
to pretend.

I didn't know we were
coming to Downton

until we turned
into the drive.

Does he not know
you worked here?

He knows I was
a housemaid,

so there's no pretense.

But, well,
by the time we met,

that was all in the past.

I'm not one to talk.

I married the boss's daughter.

So is she going to come down?

I don't know;
she didn't say.

No, she's too important to speak
to the likes of us.

Take those up now.

We have to find ladders

to help them achieve
their potential.

I do so agree.

We can't afford to waste
working women

by not educating them.

It's lucky Carson
isn't here.

Carson?
ROBERT:
Our butler.

He's a traditionalist.

You recall Mr. Carson, madam,
surely?

What do you mean, Barrow?

Mrs. Harding used to work here.

What?

She used
to be a...

Thank you, Mr. Barrow.

I can tell it.

Well, I used to be
a housemaid here,

for a couple of years

before the war.

Here? In this house?

I knew I'd seen your face.

Why didn't you say?

I don't know.

Well, I was going to.

You had every opportunity.

Oh, you can take the pudding

and Andy can carry
the cream.

MRS. PATMORE:
How's it going?

Mr. Barrow just landed her
in it.

Deliberately?

He only told the table she used
to work here as a maid.

I knew he'd do something
like that.

Of course.

How could he resist?

We've been hearing that you
spoiled Gwen's luncheon.

Good work.

I couldn't have known

she was planning to lie her way
through it.

That's not it,
though, is it?

You resent her luck.

You're jealous.

Jealous?

Why?

Because I dedicated
my life to service

and I'm about to be
thrown out on my ear,

when she scarpered
first chance she got

and now she's lunching
in the dining room?

Why would that make me
jealous, Mr. Bates?

His lordship won't
like it.

You're trying
to wrong-foot her.

Well, we'll see.

I know Lady Mary didn't like
being made a fool of.

Now, in case I have

to remind you all again, I am
the butler, so please get on.

It seems marvelous to me.

You leave service,
go into government,

now you're married
to a prominent man.

A 20th century story.

I agree.

Welcome back.

I just feel stupid

for not recognizing you.

Well, why should you?

We never spoke.

You worked here for two years
and we never spoke to you?

We're the ones
in the wrong.

No, I didn't mean it
like that.

It was a good job.

But not good enough to stay?

I didn't want to be in
service my whole life.

That's all.

So you found an opportunity
and took it.

Brava.

But I didn't find it.

Lady Sybil found it.

Sybil helped you?

Yes.

Well, she did everything.

She looked out for the jobs,
lent me clothes,

drove me to the interviews.

One time, I remember
the horse went lame

and we both got stuck
in the mud

and, oh, the talking we had
to do

when we got back!

CORA:
I remember

we were so worried,

but she never said
a thing about you.

It was our secret pact.

And then one day,
she cornered the man

who was installing
the telephone here,

and that's how I got
my first job in business.

She wouldn't let me into the
library while you met him.

So that was you?

Did you keep in contact?

Christmas cards and such.

And then I heard the news.

I'll never forget her.

Her kindness

changed my life.

What a lovely way
to remember her.

She was a lovely person.

Darling Sybil.

Thank you, Barrow,

for reminding us
of Mrs. Harding's time here.

My pleasure, m'lady.

They're coming now.

I just wanted to come
and say hello.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes
will be sad to miss you.

Now, tell us
about your children.

We want to know every detail.

Where are you living now?

Well, all right.

Let's begin at the beginning.

But afterwards, I'd like to hear
all about you.

Mr. Branson,
I wouldn't bother you,

but now you're back and now
you're the agent again...

Lady Mary is the agent.

But still you'll know

what they're planning
for Yew Tree Farm.

I suppose so.

Only Mr. Mason was
in the running for it,

but now it seems they've had
second thoughts.

It's not quite
as simple as that.

Well, it's as simple as this:

His son, my husband, left this
house to die for his country.

Shouldn't we help him now
if we can?

I'll have a word.

I've an idea

that when you mentioned Mrs.
Harding's connection with us,

you were trying
to catch her out.

Well, I...

I don't like to see
such things, Barrow.

I don't care
for a lack of generosity.

Do you understand me?

Yes, m'lord.

You are your own worst enemy.

If I am, I've got
competition.

(door opens)

Mrs. Harding rather put me
in my place when she was here.

I'm sure she didn't mean to.

No.

But when she was talking
about Lady Sybil,

I had one of those moments
where you look at your life,

and I realized how much better
Sybil was than I am.

It was quite chastening.

You're hard on yourself, m'lady.

Why did I have to be
so pettish?

She'd made something
of her life.

Why shouldn't she?
(groaning)

Now, don't panic.

Are you in pain?

Oh, I was then.

A sharp pain.

I had it earlier.

Oh, I'm losing it.

It's happening again.

We don't know that.

Right, we're going
up to London.

I'll ring Dr. Ryder.

There'll be a night
telephone line.

But we've missed the last train.

We'll drive into York.

There may be a late train.

What do I tell Mr. Bates?

I don't want to frighten him,
but I mustn't get his hopes up.

Tell him it's me.

I need to see a doctor
double quick.

What if I lose it on the way?

Then we'd be no worse off
than we are now,

but we'll make him see you
when we get there.

I don't care
what time it is.

He'll come
to Belgrave Square.

Now go, and meet me
at the front.

Why the suitcase?

I'm racing up
to London.

Whatever for?

What's happened?

Don't tell anyone,
but it's Anna.

She may be having
a miscarriage.

How will you get there?

We've missed the
last train from here,

but if we drive into York
there may be a late one.

If not, we'll get
the milk train at dawn.

I'll take you to York.

You're a darling.

And remember,
not a word to anyone.

Not even Bates.

She should tell him.

But anyway, I'll get the car.

Can I stay
in Belgrave Square?

Well, of course.

I'll telephone Mead.

Haven't you missed
the last train?

Tom's driving us into York.

Us?
Anna.

May we ask why?

Something medical.

Oh, my Lord.

I'm not in any danger,
but I need to go now.

I'll be back
in a day or two.

But what time
will you get there?

I'll get there when I get there.

Goodbye.

I'll telephone tomorrow.

Carson and Mrs. Hu...
Mrs. Carson

will be back on Friday.

It'd be nice if you
were here to welcome them.

I'll try.

Now that's it, I must fly.

I don't understand
the urgency.

Lady Mary didn't
seem ill earlier.

Do you want her
medical history?

No, but it seems so sudden.

Sometimes these things
are sudden.

So you're not hiding
anything?

(sighs)

We've lived with
suspicion too long.

It's got under your skin.

I should get in.

I mustn't keep
Mr. Branson waiting.

Before her ladyship?

Here she is now.

Good evening, Bates.

Don't worry.

We'll be back
before you know it.

ANDY:
But what's Lady Mary's
emergency?

It's none
of our business.

Very true,
Miss Baxter.

For once I agree with you.

Daisy? What is it?

I've had enough.

I don't care
what Mrs. Patmore says.

Her ladyship has cheated

Mr. Mason of his farm

and I'm going to have it
out with her.

MOLESLEY:
Oh, Daisy, don't.

You'll lose your job
and then what?

Look at Gwen.

She's thrown off the yoke of
service to make a good life.

What am I doing with mine?

BAXTER:
Why aren't you two
up there now?

They wanted to be alone.

We gave them coffee
and they sent us off.

So, you can't go barging in

while they're discussing
something in private.

I'll wait for her.

I wish
you wouldn't.

EDITH:
Poor Tom racing
across the county.

It's just Mary being dramatic.

She didn't look at all ill.

Well, why else
would she have gone?

We'll ask her
tomorrow morning.

I'd like to take advantage
of her absence

to settle Yew Tree Farm.

I want to offer it
to Mr. Mason.

I know you do,
but he's quite old.

He'll have Daisy to help him.

Can we afford it?

We'd make more money
if we farmed it ourselves

and let the house.

Shouldn't we wait for Tom
to get back before we decide?

I'll ask him
what Sybil would do.

Is that fair?

Daisy, I beg of you.

You're a trained cook,
you could get work anywhere,

but you'll have to manage

without a reference
if you do this.

She's right, Daisy.

Have you forgotten
what happened

when you let off steam
at the auction?

No, I've had it up to here.

I've come to the end.

I must do it.

Well, I'm coming with you.

Please yourself.
I'm going.

But why?

It won't help Mr. Mason.

MRS. PATMORE:
Listen to him, Daisy.

Listen to him if you won't
listen to me.

I'm sorry, but I've
made up my mind.

You're back.

You made good time.

And we made the last train,
so they're on their way south.

I wish I knew
what it was about.

Nothing to concern you,
I promise.

You missed
a jolly good dinner.

I bought some sandwiches
at the station

and ate them in the car.

You are a braver man
than I am, Gunga Din.

We've been settling
some business

while you were away.

Oh, yes?

EDITH:
Mama wants Mr. Mason

to have Yew Tree Farm.

I see.

ROBERT:
Of course it's not

a business-like decision

and Cora's been using some
emotional blackmail on us.

I asked them what they felt
Sybil would want us to do.

Well, we all know
the answer to that.

ROBERT:
But is it enough
to convince you?

I was reminded recently
of William's death,

and I suppose I do feel
old Mason's in our charge.

That's what I say.

Shouldn't we wait
for Mary?

No, I'll handle Mary.

It'll be better
if it's a fait accompli.

We don't have to do
everything Mary says.

Not when we're all agreed.

Maybe it's underhand
to go behind her back...

but it's much
too important to me

to let scruples get in the way.

Good night.

BRANSON:
Good night.

Your ladyship!

Daisy?

Yes, it's me!

And I have to speak to you!

Daisy... What are you
doing here, Baxter?

I was a little worried
about Daisy, m'lady.

She's been very upset.

I have been upset.

I'm sorry to hear it,

but I don't understand
what you're doing here.

Daisy, there you are.

That was quick.

Will you tell Mr. Mason

the news or should we?

Tell him what?

He's got the farm
if he still wants it.

Isn't that why you're here?

What wonderful news!

Daisy?

Wonderful.

BAXTER:
She's going
downstairs now, m'lady,

and I'll see you
in your room.

That was rather peculiar.

(softly):
I have the feeling I've
just dodged something,

and I don't know what.

Oh...

(groans)

Don't start.

How is she?

Resting.

Sleeping, I hope,
by now.

Has she lost the baby?

No. We got there in time.

I've put in the stitch
I spoke of,

and as they say
in medical novels,

I am cautiously optimistic.

And what should I do now?

Can you stay a day or two?

We could go back
on Friday.

Good.

Make her rest
when she gets there.

But don't fret too much.

I'm so grateful to you
for coming out here at dawn.

Don't worry.

It'll be reflected
in my bill.

Of course.

But now I'll say goodbye.

(exhales)

I feel so...

I don't know.

Dazed.

Yesterday I thought I hated her,

and today she's saved
our lives.

It never does good
to hate anyone.

ANDY:
So is this true?

Your Mr. Mason got the farm
after everything you said?

It seems like it.

I envy him.

MRS. PATMORE:
Ooh!

High praise from a city boy.

ANDY:
Not me.

A country life
is what I'm after.

I don't care
where I started.

This is where I want to end up.

When will Carson get here
tomorrow?

6:00, m'lord.

If the train's on time.

Is anything planned
as a welcome?

We're having a bit of a do

in the servants' hall,
to say hello.

Oh, we'll come down.

And please tell Mrs. Patmore
we can have a cold dinner,

if that would be easier.

Very good, m'lord.

Back to normal at last.

I've enjoyed my time

as butler.

I hope you've learned
something from it.

You see, Barrow,
Carson is a kind man.

Don't overlook that.

It's why people are
loyal to him.

Well, I'll bear it
in mind, m'lord.

Do.

It should be helpful
when you...

that is, when the hour
strikes...

To move on.

Yes, m'lord.

Welcome to the Royal
Automobile Club.

Do you know it?

No, but I like
to be surprised.

I'm sorry if I look
rather shabby.

I didn't bring any clothes,

so I've stolen this
from my aunt.

Hmm...

You are
the opposite of shabby.

(playing jazz tune)

I can't think why, but I've
never been here before.

When was it built?

1911.

The temple of car lovers.

Your love is not fickle,
I'll admit,

but I'm afraid, for me,

a car is simply to get
from A to B.

Nothing more.

What is your enthusiasm?

Horses?

No.

I ride.

I even hunt.

But I don't see horses
in my dreams.

What then?

I like my work.

Do you work?

It's rather shocking, isn't it?

My father and I
co-own the estate,

but I really function
as the agent.

So many estates are
going under these days,

and I'm just determined that
Downton won't be one of them.

Far from shocked,
I am extremely impressed.

And you have a son?

Yes, George.

He'll take over eventually,

I assume, and when he does,

I want to make sure

he's the master of a modern
going concern.

He's also heir
to his grandfather's title

for reasons too complicated
to bore you with,

so it's very neat and tidy.

Neat and tidy-ish.

But aren't you rather
at a loose end?

I hope this means you're boiling
up to make a pass

before we're done.

(clears his throat)

Probably.

But will you accept?

No.

But I shall enjoy
the process enormously.

Champagne.

I can't believe it.

I feel like I'm standing
at the gates of Paradise.

I don't think it's any nicer
than your old farm.

But it's safe, Daisy.

They'll not sell this estate
in my lifetime.

Lady Mary wouldn't
allow it.

So I know now where
I can lay my bones.

And it's down to you.

You've used
your credit to rescue me.

I don't think I've got
much credit.

Well, that's where
you're wrong.

And here's the proof of it.

Oh, they'll be here in a minute.

ANDY:
Is that straight?

Down a bit on the left.

We're not striving
for a setting by Diaghilev.

The point is,
we've made an effort.

Are you finished?

I've unpacked and they're none
of them changing tonight,

so they can come
down and say hello.

And the trip went well?

I think so, yes.

Why?

Because I believe I know
what you're hiding,

and I feel sure
I know what it is

that took you to London
in a rush,

and I hope I'm wrong.

You're not wrong
in all of it.

But you're wrong if you think
I'm hiding something sad.

What I've been hiding
is very, very happy.

Oh, God.

Are you sure?

Really?

Really.

MRS. PATMORE:
They're here!

(applause and cheers)

Welcome back!

Welcome back.

Home again at last.

I feel I've been away
for months.

Very flattering,
I don't think.

(everyone laughing)

Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, there you all are.

Plotting.

You're the one
who's plotting.

Is it really
so important

to keep the Crawleys
in command, Mama?

That is my sole motive, is it?

Isn't it?

No.

No, it is not.

For years, I have
watched governments

take control of our lives

and their argument
is always the same--

fewer costs, greater efficiency.

But the result is the same too.

Less control by the people,
more control by the state,

until the individual's
own wishes count for nothing.

That is what I consider
my duty to resist.

By wielding
your unelected power.

You see the point of
a so-called "Great Family"

is to protect our freedoms.

That is why the barons made
King John sign the Magna Carta.

I do see that your argument
was more honorable

than I'd appreciated.

But Mama,
we're not living in 1215,

and the strength of great
families like ours is going.

That's just fact.

Your great-grandchildren
won't thank you

when the state is all-powerful
because we didn't fight.

Well, I won't have any,
so I can live with that.

They've arrived, so we should go
down as soon as Mary gets here.

Have you told her

about Mr. Mason?

I have.

How did she take it?

She's annoyed but it seems
London went well,

so she's less cross
than she might be.

It's good of you to
come tonight, Isobel.

We couldn't miss
Carson's return.

And Mrs.... Carson, of course.

(giggling)

I can't get my tongue round it.

We've simply got to learn.

We ought to go down.

I could hear them shouting
from my bedroom.

I haven't been into the kitchens
for, oh, at least 20 years.

(chuckles)

Have you got your passport?

Make sure his lordship has

a drink, Andy.

Hello, Molesley.

Has it changed much
since your day?

I only know I shall need
Ariadne's thread

to find my way out.

When are you going to appoint
your new editor?

Why can't it be you?

Well, I'd like to be
a sort of co-editor,

but no man will put up
with that,

so I am going to try
and find a woman.

A woman editor?

Mm.
I applaud you.

Of course you do.

Presumably we may now
look forward

to women field marshals
and a woman pope.

MARY:
Nonsense, Granny.

I think it's a good idea.

It is a magazine
for women.

Well, we should
congratulate them.

Mm.

That was nice of you.

To praise Edith's plan.

A monkey will type out the Bible
if you leave it long enough.

Carson, Mrs.... Carson.

I'm so sorry I missed
the wedding,

but I'm delighted to be here
tonight.

MRS. CARSON:
Thank you.

(softly):
"Mrs. Carson."

That's like Jane Eyre asking
to be called Mrs. Rochester.

I'll never get used to it.

None of us will.

When will the trial be?

I don't know yet.

No doubt I'll find out
when the time comes.

At least he can't
hurt you now.

Can't he?

Mama's slipped away.

She was tired,
so I told her to go.

Quite right.

I'm afraid she won't give up,
about the hospital.

ROBERT:
I shan't think that
at her funeral.

Who says she won't be at yours?

Ah, thank you.

Thank you.

Anything to report,
Mr. Barrow?

Only that being a butler is more
complicated than I'd realized.

Now if you've learned that,
you've used your time well.

CORA:
Your cottage is ready

and your things have been
taken there.

That's very considerate,
m'lady.

Thank you.

You must let us know

if anything needs
to be done, Mrs. ...

Mrs. Carson.

Well now, m'lord,
this is the thing.

Won't it be confusing

if we're to be called
Carson and Mrs. Carson?

Rather as we resisted Anna
being Mrs. Bates?

Would it be very irregular

if we continued to be
Carson and Mrs. Hughes?

Ah! Hallelujah!

You've made me a happy man.

Let us raise a glass and drink
the health of the newlyweds,

still to be known

in this house, at any rate,
as Carson and Mrs. Hughes!

EVERYONE:
Carson and Mrs. Hughes!

ROSAMUND:
Good heavens.

There really is a God.

What a relief.

To no one more
than his lordship.

(laughing)

I just want to go
and check my room.

Make sure they've taken
everything.

Right you are.