All language subtitles for Downton.Abbey.S06E08.Episode.8.EAC3.2.0.1080p.WEBRip.x265-iVy

(birds chirping)

CORA:
You mustn't make him wait
forever.

EDITH:
I love him.

I'd accept him in a trice
if it weren't for Marigold.

CORA:
You say he'll let you keep her.

EDITH:
That's not the problem.

CORA:
What is?

If I stay silent, there's a lie
at the heart of my marriage.

But if I tell him the truth,
will I ruin it?

Edith...

You're a grown woman
and I can't force you.

But you cannot
be married to a man

and leave him out
of a secret like this.

It's not possible,
and you won't be happy.

How happy am I now?

Mrs. Patmore, you are the owner
of Number Three Orchard Lane,

Haughton-le-Skerne.

I am.

I'm running it as
a bed-and-breakfast place.

Among your guests was a certain
Doctor Fletcher and his wife?

Yes, they were my first.

Very courteous

and respectable,
I must say.

Not as respectable as you think.

Doctor Fletcher was
a Mr. Ian McKidd

and his "wife" was
a Mrs. Dorrit.

What?

Mr. Dorrit is now suing
Mr. McKidd

for damages related
to adultery.

(gasps)

You may be called upon
to testify.

Oh, my God.

Oh!

(sighs)

There is some concern
that Haughton-le-Skerne

will be in the news,

as the site of a house
of ill repute.

(gasps)

(stifled laugh)

A house of ill repute?

I'm afraid the rumor mill
has already begun,

but there's a chance
that Dorrit

may settle out of court.

I'll keep you informed.

Thank you, Sergeant.

Hello.

What brings you here?

Oh...

Mrs. Patmore's
the one to ask.

A house of ill repute?

Mama is swanning
around the south of France

without a word
to any of us.

I wish Cora...

I won't hear a word
against Cora.

Mama is being impossible.

I was only going to say I wish
Cora wouldn't take it to heart.

Mama has exhausted
my patience this time.

But she did give you Teo.

True.

I forgive her everything.

(laughs)

Do you think
he will marry Edith?

If he learns
about Marigold?

I just don't want her
to be hurt.

Is that it, then?

Yes, let's go.

Isn't Bertie's employer

always in Tangiers?

Mm.

Can you buy one?

Thank you.

"The Sixth Marquess
of Hexham, 39,

"has died on holiday
in Tangiers,

"where he was
a frequent visitor.

"The cause is given
as malaria.

Lord Hexham
was unmarried."

Does this mean Bertie's
out of a job?

That depends on the heir.

Poor Edith.

It's bad enough
he was an agent.

Now he may not
even be that.

Don't sound so gleeful
about it.

You should have seen
her face.

It wasn't very funny
for Mrs. Patmore.

No, and I'm not laughing, but...

But you're laughing.

(laughing)

So how many classes
will you be taking every week?

Five to start with.

Only afternoons between
half 2:00 and half 4:00.

What does Mr. Carson say?

I haven't asked him yet.

Don't ask him.

Tell him.

But suppose it doesn't work out?

Suppose I'm no good?

MERTON:
Of course I didn't know
they'd invited you.

I would have mentioned it.

Nobody has ever been
as rude to me as your son.

Why in God's name
would he want me at his wedding?

Well, isn't it a good sign?

I'm not sure what
it's a sign of.

Amelia's influence.

Ah.

Yes.

I think I agree.

She is a very kind
and gentle soul.

Is she?

Is she, indeed?

Don't you think so?

To be honest, I don't know her.

It was all I could do
not to burst out laughing.

Poor thing.

Is it funny?

Suppose someone
makes a connection

between Mrs. Patmore
and her place at Downton Abbey?

I'm sure they won't.

We should pray
they don't.

And I don't want this story
repeated upstairs.

I'm not going to tell them.

(laughing)

Oh, that's the first
proper laugh I've had for ages.

I couldn't resist
telling you.

Poor Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, I know.

It's awful for her.

(laughing)

I'm going to have to think
of something serious

when I go down.

Well, I had some rather sad news
when we were in Thirsk.

Lord Hexham's died.

Who's that, m'lady?

The owner
of Brancaster Castle,

where we all stayed last year
for the grouse.

Not me, m'lady.

I was... otherwise detained.

Oh, of course you were.

I am sorry.

Only it might affect
Lady Edith's friend, Mr. Pelham.

He's the agent there.

Or was.

He might be out of a job.

How worrying for them.

So my romance
might not be the only one

to come to an untimely end.

Have you heard
from Mr. Talbot?

No.

But that's a good thing.

It means he's accepted
my decision.

Which is what you want?

Which is exactly
what I want.

Oh, I just can't get the phrase
out of my head.

It just goes round and round.

"A house of ill repute."

Yes, I know what it is,
thank you!

(door closes)

Mr. Dawes has got
some news for you.

Do I want to know?

Read it for yourself.

You passed every paper

with high marks.

Oh, Daisy,
that's wonderful news.

(laughing)

Poor Mr. Pelham.

First that terrible day
at the racetrack,

and then to hear
his cousin's died.

It does seem very hard.

Did you get hold of him?

EDITH:
Yes.

He's coming down tomorrow

on the first leg of his trip
to Tangiers.

I've asked him here.

CORA:
Good.

TOM:
How is he?

Sad.

He loved his cousin,

and it was all
so quick.

The trouble is,
they've already buried him

and Bertie's not quite sure
what to do.

Well, that's ordinary
in hot countries.

It won't mean
any disrespect.

No, but should they
leave him there?

Surely the decision
is down to the new marquess,

not to Bertie.

Well, that's the thing.

He is the new marquess, Bertie.

Bertie Pelham is now
the Marquess of Hexham?

Yes.

Nonsense!
He's having you on.

He'd have told you
if he was the heir.

He did tell me.

But his cousin was
in his 30s,

and they all knew the girl
he was going to marry.

But that's absurd!

If Bertie's a marquess,
then Edith...

Edith would outrank us all,
yes, that's right.

(laughing)

Was he a close relation?

Second cousin,
once removed.

Nobody thought
it was possible

he would ever inherit,
least of all Bertie.

Well, he seemed like
a nice young man to me.

And getting nicer
by the minute.

With a real love
of Brancaster.

Golly gum drops,
what a turn up!

(door opens)

That's dinner.

If we're not
too distracted to eat.

So we'll all bow
and curtsy to Edith.

You'll enjoy that, Mary.

Hardly.

And if Bertie
really is Lord Hexham,

which I still don't believe,
he won't want to marry her now.

Careful, or people will think
you're jealous, dear.

We don't want that.

It's only a tryout,
Mr. Carson.

Every day,
you'd leave at 2:00?

And I'd be back by 5:00

so I could serve dinner
and luncheon.

No lingering over the pudding.

Mr. Barrow is still here.

Oh, don't we know it.

But if lunch does
go on a bit,

there's still Andrew
and Mr. Barrow and you

to see to it.

And what makes you think
you'll be any good?

I don't know exactly.

Perhaps because
I want it so much.

There are plenty
of little boys

who want to be
famous cricketers.

It's not enough
to make them champions.

I just want to try,

Mr. Carson.

And so you shall.

(laughter)

How terrible.

Poor Mrs. Patmore.

What an unlikely bawdy
house madam.

Mrs. Patmore's
secret career.

(laughing)

We mustn't joke
when Bertie's here.

We'll have long faces,
don't worry.

I had a call from Henry earlier.

Henry?

Why didn't you say?

I'm saying now.

How is he?

Mourning Charlie Rogers.

Missing you.

You're not to ask him
to come here.

Suppose he just turns up?

Don't encourage him, Tom.

I mean it.

We'd be wretched long-term.

And you're not wretched now?

Mary thinks
he'll throw me over.

I don't see why.

It's surely very encouraging
that he's coming here

on his way to London?

Unless it's to break with me

so he can start afresh.

He's not bound.

I haven't accepted him.

Have you told him
about Marigold?

Not yet.

Make a clean breast of it.

Please.

You'll regret it if you don't.

With my luck,
I'll regret it either way.

What are you doing?

Oh, uh...

Making time charts

and setting some tests
for comprehension.

Tests?

For the village children?

You're not expecting
too much?

Who wants cocoa?

I think if you expect a lot,
you get a lot.

No thank you,
Mrs. Patmore.

I'm sure you're right.

Goodnight.

How are you feeling?

(sighs)

I'm still shaken,
I can't deny it.

Is your poor niece managing?

I'm going over
to see her tomorrow.

I'll come with you.

A genuine copper-bottomed
marquess

for Edith.

Who'd have thought it?

She hasn't accepted him,
so he's not obligated.

Well, he wouldn't be coming here
if he'd changed his mind.

If anyone had told me

Mary would hitch up
with a mechanic

and Edith would marry one
of the grandest men in England,

I'd have knocked them down.

Mary has got rid of her mechanic
and Edith is not married yet.

I know.

But for poor old Edith,

who couldn't make her dolls
do what she wanted,

it is rather wonderful.

There's still Marigold.

She hasn't told him yet,
and she must

if they're to have
any chance of happiness.

I beg you, my darling,

please don't let things
be spoiled for her this time.

That's all I ask.

(laughs):
All?

(laughs)

TOM:
I think the wood is right
the way it is.

We don't need it
any larger.

Mary, let me
get him up here.

There's no point.

Nothing's changed.

You've changed.

It's not as easy as that.

I find him very attractive.

I like him a lot.

"I find him very attractive.

I like him a lot."

What a load of baloney.

If I'm in love with him,
then what's that?

A powerful urge
that fades.

Did it fade
for you and Matthew?

We weren't married long enough,
but I'm sure it would have done.

I'm not.

Tom...

Look, I don't mean
to pull rank,

but with people like us,
we need to marry sensibly.

Especially if we're going
to inherit the family show.

It's a way of life
that isn't for everyone,

and a bad marriage
can poison it.

He's not an orangutan.

He knows how it works.

He wants different things.

What about you and Matthew?

You came from different poles.

Yes, but we were young
and free.

It's difficult
the second time.

Why?

Because you know
what's at stake.

It's easier
to get it wrong.

I only see a real opportunity
for you to get it right.

Honestly?

I'm always honest.

Are you?

Why would you say that,
for heaven's sake?

One word: Marigold.

It wasn't my secret to tell.

So it is true.

Well, I knew it was.

(sighs)

Never mind Marigold,
she won't make you happy.

Henry Talbot will.

Oh, Henry Talbot,
Henry Talbot.

You're far more
on his side

than you ever were on mine.

He's the one for you.

Trust me and give him a chance.

No.

And if you want to redeem
yourself in my good graces,

you won't give him
a chance either.

(sighs)

Where is everybody?

Mary and Tom are agenting

and Edith's gone
to meet Bertie's train.

Are we going
to talk about it?

Are we really going to sit by

and let this young man's
family and future

be put at risk from a scandal
we are hiding from him?

I don't think she has
to tell everybody,

but I agree,
she must tell him.

Then it's his choice.

ROBERT:
Isn't it up to Edith?

ROSAMUND:
You say that because

after Tony Gillingham had gone,

you thought none
of your daughters

would make a marriage
worthy of the name.

And now there's
the chance of one

and you can't bring yourself
to give it up.

You haven't got children.

You don't understand
these things.

No, I haven't had children,
Robert,

as you so kindly
remind me,

but I hope I do have
a sense of decency.

How long are you
planning to stay?

Your cold must have
cleared up by now.

Don't fight.

Nothing's going to get better
by you two falling out.

Hello, Mr. Pelham.

I mean...

I'm going to stay "Mr. Pelham"
until the service.

But I wish you'd call me
Bertie, anyway.

What sort of service
will it be?

Not a funeral.

I've decided
not to disturb him.

I'll fetch his things
and settle his debts

and have a service at home
to say goodbye.

That sounds like

a very good plan.

I hope you'll
allow me to come.

I want you to come.

You remember my sister?

Of course.

Lady Rosamund.

This must be a strange
and unsettling time for you.

I'll say.

My mother's cock-a-hoop,
but she doesn't appreciate

that I was devoted
to Cousin Peter.

I'm sure she does.

Not really.

Most people didn't get
the point of him.

He was...

...so delicate.

But he was as kind to me
as any man has ever been.

Then how pleased he'd be

to know that
you're his heir.

That's so nice of you.

Goodness.

I'm afraid you've
made me blub.

Let me take you upstairs
to unpack.

Luncheon's not
for half an hour.

And that's the man you want
to trick into marriage?

I'm going for a walk.

I agree.

But Robert thinks Edith's had
so little luck in her life.

Oh, I sympathize,
of course,

but we both know
she's making a mistake.

One thing.

Don't forget that
Mr. Pelham

is now the Marquess of Hexham
when you address him.

I helped him unpack
this morning

and he wishes to remain
"Mr. Pelham"

until his cousin's funeral,
Mr. Carson.

He can call himself
"Mr. Pelham"

to his heart's content,
but he is Lord Hexham

nevertheless, Mr. Bates,

and we will refer to him
as "his lordship."

Good, time to get started.

Good news?

Not exactly.

"Thank you for your enquiry,

"but we wish
to combine the roles

"of butler, chauffeur and valet,
and you seem overqualified.

But please accept our best
wishes for the future."

What future?

Don't be silly.

Of course,
that's right.

I'm silly, aren't I?

Silly old me.

No, wait, I...

Let him go.

What was it about Tangiers that
your cousin enjoyed so much?

Who knows?

He used to talk
of going down to the beach

and watching the young fishermen
bring in the nets.

How the setting sun
would make the scene magical

until everything was suddenly
plunged into darkness.

Goodness, how lyrical.

He was lyrical.

He was an artist.

In his heart, anyway.

ROBERT:
I don't think this family
can boast much

in the way of artists.

Although we did
have an aunt

who was quite good
at macramé.

(laughing)

So, are you here
to settle things with Edith

before you leave?

Mary, please.

I hope so.

I hope we can
get things settled,

but I mustn't
jump the gun.

CORA:
You've talked
of your mother,

but what other family
do you have?

That's it.

My father's dead,
obviously,

and there are no siblings.

It's just me and Mother.

You were joking when you said
she was cock-a-hoop,

but she must feel
a certain pride.

I wasn't joking,

but you can judge for yourselves
when you meet her.

You talk as if we should be
scared of her.

She makes Mr. Squeers
look like Florence Nightingale.

(laughing)

Ladies?

Can I have a picture?

No, you may not.

He's been there all day.

Well, why didn't you telephone

and warn us,
you daft ha'porth?

I'm sorry,
Auntie Beryl.

I thought you might not come,
and I'm going nearly mad here.

What about the bookings?

Canceled.

What?

All of them?

One man wanted
compensation.

For the ridicule.

Well, I hope you told him

what he could do with it!

I'll give him ridicule!

Now, calm down.

There's no harm done,
so let's go

and have some tea.

This is Mr. Molesley.

He will be teaching you history
and English literature.

Make him welcome, please.

Good afternoon.

Well,

I'll leave you to it.

This term,
we will explore the years

between the Civil War of 1642
and, um...

...1642,

and the Glorious
Revolution

of 1688.

Almost half a century

of change
and social progress.

I hope you'll find it

as exciting as I do.

Things have changed
for you now.

You must know that
you're quite free

if you want to be.

I don't.

Look, of course things
have changed.

I was in line
for a quiet life:

farming, sport, bringing up
a family with my wife.

But now I'm to be one
of the kings of the county,

always on parade,

representing the people
who look up to me,

fighting for causes,

trying oh so hard
not to be disappointing.

Oh, I think you'll make
a very good job of it.

You couldn't ask for a man
with a sounder moral conscience.

The conscience maybe,
but what about the courage?

Help me, please.

But can I help?

Am I worthy?

The seventh Marquess
of Hexham

weds the daughter
of the fifth Earl of Grantham.

What could be
more suitable?

Mother will be thrilled.

You talk of her a lot.

She has been an important figure
in my life, I admit it.

But I don't agree with her
about everything.

Is she really very stern?

She certainly believes rank
carries responsibilities.

But so do I.

That's why I need you.

To help me live up
to my own expectations.

We ought to go in.

Tea will have started,

and the children will be down
in a minute.

The husband
has been bought off?

Well, he's settled out of court.

And you won't have to be
a witness?

So Mr. Willis said.

But I've still lost

every one of my bookings.

I'm still a laughingstock.

I did wonder about the whole
idea from the beginning.

You did not!

It's exactly what we were
planning to do.

Then clearly
we're going to have to be

a lot more careful
than Mrs. Patmore,

aren't we?

That's the front door,
Mr. Carson.

I'll go.

(kids laughing)

Punch is terribly fierce!

I don't think he's a good model
for marriage in later life.

Or relations with the law.

Take that!
And that!

Ouch, you rascal!

And that's the way to do it!

Very good!

Mr. Talbot.

CORA:
Hello, Mr. Talbot.

Mary never told me
you were coming.

I didn't know he was.

Well the thing is,
I was driving down from Durham

and I suddenly realized
I'd almost be passing the gates.

What were you doing
in Durham?

Oh I was doing...

various... car things.

ROBERT:
We haven't seen you since
that awful day at Brooklands.

I hope you're coping
with it all?

Well, one doesn't have
much choice.

Did you know about this?

I might have said that
if he was coming from Durham

that he'd be driving
quite close.

Don't think I'm amused.

I really dislike
my hand being forced.

No one's forcing anything.

CORA:
Now you're here, I hope you'll
stay the night at least.

Mary?

Perhaps Mr. Talbot is
in a hurry to get home.

No, no, I'm not.

CORA:
It's settled, then.

Carson, will you please tell
Mrs. Hughes?

And ask someone to unpack

for Mr. Talbot.

I'm afraid
you've missed tea.

Oh, don't worry
about that.

I won't.

Hello, Bertie.

I heard about your cousin,
I'm so terribly sorry.

Thank you.

I'm on my way
out there now,

but I wanted to get some things
settled before I go.

And are they settled?

I think so.

They will be.

Then I envy you.

I would say Mr. Talbot has just
miscalculated rather badly.

(kids laughing)

...the struggle between
the monarchy and parliament.

(bell rings)

Oh, that's it for today.

Oh yes, uh, some of you
may like to examine

these time charts
that I've drawn up.

Tomorrow, we'll really begin
to make a start...

Would you...?

This is so precisely not the way
to win me over!

Mary, will you just get
off your high horse?

Why are you interfering, anyway?

Because I love you
and I want you to be happy.

Well, you've got a bloody
odd way of showing it!

Well, I take it this is me

you're fighting about?

Yes, it is.

And you can dig yourself out,
because I've had enough.

(scoffs)

Have you brought
a dinner jacket?

Yes.

Well, you were
very well equipped

to do your "car things"
in Durham.

How many years do you think
it's taken me to find someone

that I want to spend
the rest of my life with?

Living in my family house?

Working to preserve
my estate

and being outranked
by your own stepson?

Oh, I'm tougher than I look.

Oh, Henry,
please don't make this harder

than it has to be.

Are you mad?

If you're trying
to get rid of me,

I'm going to make this as hard
and as horrible as I can.

Well, you're being
extremely unfair!

I wish I knew
what we should do.

I'm tempted
to tell him myself.

You think he's strong enough
to stand out against his mother?

Can't we just leave Edith

to tell him or not,
as she sees fit?

Tell him what?

That Mr. Gregson
made Edith his heir.

Some men might not feel
comfortable with that.

Why did you invite Henry
to stay?

Without asking me first?

Darling, it was half past 5:00

and the man was
in north Yorkshire.

What did you
want him to do?

Pitch a tent under a tree?

Well, he must have made
some plan

for his journey
back from Durham.

I doubt he ever went
to Durham.

He came up here

to see you.

Who says so?

The look in his eyes.

Not one of you thinks
it's a good idea!

A professional driver

with nothing to his name?

Then give him up.

I had.

I did, until Mama
invited him

to make himself at home!

Well, you can't expect us
to be rude.

The man's only crime
is to love you.

Just send him away,
as quick as you can.

For all our sakes.

She's right about one thing.

None of us thinks
it's a good idea.

No, maybe not.

But she's clearly quite mad
about him, whatever she says.

How was it, Mr. Molesley?

Teaching?

Uh...

It was, uh...
quite a challenge.

There's always another day.

I know.

They've got their coffee
upstairs now,

so I'll make a last check.

How are you getting
to Tangiers?

Is there a boat
that sails direct?

Actually, I'm flying.

For the first bit,
anyway.

ROBERT:
What?

I know.

It does seem rather daring.

I do not envy you.

I don't know.

Now the commercial airlines
are starting to operate,

I dare say we'll all be flying
hither and thither

before too long.

I rather doubt that.

I must say I do like the way
Bertie makes no bones about it.

He's here to see you.

I know.

The same could be said of me,

but I'm not doing as well
as he is.

I hope you know
what you are doing.

She's quite a handful,
you know.

Who's a handful?

My beloved sister.

Well, she is beloved by me,
anyway.

(laughs)

I like Bertie, I do, but when
you see them together...

Meaning?

Only that if Henry were
the new Marquess of Hexham,

there wouldn't be
a woman in England

who wasn't setting
her cap at him.

What about you?

Would you set
your cap at him?

Because if that's why
you're not, shame on you.

Oh, stop lecturing me!

Excuse me.

Mary, wait.

Wait!

Look, I made a mistake.

I'm sorry.

I thought that I could
present my arguments

more effectively in person.

Clearly, I was wrong.

I can't bear to be maneuvered.

But, you see, I think
we love each other very much.

For some reason,

you're fighting it;
I'm not.

My birth is respectable,
so it can't be that,

which forces me
to believe that

it is my lack of money
and position

that present
the problem.

Aren't you better than that?

What?

Well, it just seems
rather small to me.

Not to marry a man
for lack of money

is the same as marrying him
because of it.

Get out of my way.

Am I not right?

No, you push in here,

into my home, uninvited,

in order to call me
a grubby little gold-digger?

You've got a nerve.

Mary...

Mary!

ANNA:
She loves him,
but she can't control him.

That's what frightens her.

He's stronger
than she is, really.

Or as strong.

And she's not used to it.

She's a bit of a bully,
your Lady Mary.

She likes her own way.

She is and she does,

but there's another
side to her.

And he sees that.

So you were wrong
about him?

I think I was.

Why are you smiling?

Show me a man that doesn't smile

when his wife admits
she's wrong.

(laughing)

Won't you send me
to bed happy?

Sounds like
an indecent proposal.

(laughing)

I meant:
give me your answer.

Let me go to Tangiers
with a sense that

my tomorrow's beginning.

Please.

I love you, Bertie.

I've been in love before.

I won't pretend
that I haven't.

But I really do love you.

Then I'll take that as a yes.

The trouble is, I'm not
as simple as I used to be.

My life is not as simple.

I...

...just need to be sure
I'm being realistic,

not living
in a fool's paradise

and dragging you
into it with me.

I'll still take it as a yes.

You're down early.

No, I'm not.

Where's Henry?

He's gone.

What?

He had something
in London this evening

and he wanted to get back.

I have a mass
of letters to write.

I'm sorry
Lord Grantham's left.

Why, particularly?

Because we've got some news,

and I was waiting for Mary
to join us.

It's not the right moment.

Carson, could we have
some more coffee, please?

Why isn't it
the right moment?

Well, Henry's abandoned you.

No, he hasn't.

I wanted him to go.

That's not what it looked like.

Well, that's how it is.

TOM:
There's no need for this.

Edith, if your news is good,

then we are very happy
for you both.

Aren't we, Mary?

(sighs)

See? I told you.

The one thing
Mary can't bear

is when things are going better
for me than for her.

I'm sure that's not true.

You don't know her.

I'm getting married
and you've lost your man

and you just can't stand it.

TOM:
Edith, there is no need...

You're wrong.

I'm very happy for you.

And I admire you, Bertie.

Not everyone would accept
Edith's past.

Mary, don't.

What do you mean?

Well, you must've told him?

You couldn't accept him

without telling him.

Tell me what?

About Marigold.

Who she really is.

Marigold is my daughter.

Will you excuse me?

(door closes)

I beg your pardon,
your ladyship,

but Mr. Pelham--
that is, Lord Hexham--

has asked for a taxi

and Mr. Carson has gone out,
so I'm not quite sure...

CORA:
What?

Lord Hexham's leaving?

Obviously, he's leaving
if he wants a taxi.

What's happened?

Where's Lady Edith?

Can't she drive him
to the station?

Don't bother about it,
Mrs. Hughes.

I'll sort it out.

Very good, m'lord.

Mrs. Hughes,
how is Mrs. Patmore?

She's still
very upset, m'lady.

But there's nothing
to be done.

Is this about her B and B
going down the drain?

Don't be flippant.

Why don't we pay her
a visit?

Have tea there

and let people see us.

CORA:
What a good idea!

Why didn't I think of that?

But if it's to be
effective,

won't we have to be
in the papers?

Well, the local papers.

And it wouldn't be a news story

any more than being photographed
at the flower show.

Would Mrs. Patmore agree?

I think she'd be bowled over,
your ladyship.

Then it's settled.

I hope you don't mind
my saying

that you seem very suspicious.

Do I?

But you must admit,

your attitude is quite
a volte-face.

I want Larry's father
to be content.

Is that a volte-face?

Yes, but does your fiancé
want his Papa to be content

in this way?

With me?

Well, you know men.

I'm not sure I do,

as it happens.

Tell me about them.

I only meant
they dig themselves

into a position

often before considering
all the options.

And you've considered
the options?

I believe so.

Well, here's another option
for you.

I won't rekindle

Lord Merton's dreams

unless I'm invited to do so
by Larry Grey himself.

Is that clear?

I speak for him.

Yes, but you see, I don't
want you to speak for him.

I want to hear him speak
for himself.

Oh, I see.

The plan is to mix up
his lordship

or, worse, her ladyship,

with a divorce petition
and the scene of an adultery?

But I want to bury that story

and I need a big event
to bury it under.

And you have no qualms

about dragging the family
we serve into the mud?

It's their choice,
Mr. Carson.

They're all grown people,
surely?

Well, I've always known
that women were ruthless,

but I didn't think I'd find
the proof in my own wife!

And there's me thinking how kind
they were to come to the rescue.

And so they are.

Just tell them yes
and arrange the day.

He'll miss his train.

Let him miss it,
he can catch the next one.

What happened?

Mary thought Edith had told him
about Marigold.

How did Mary find out?

Mary is not stupid.

No.

And she's not
always kind, either.

Was it really a mistake?

What difference does it make?

I'm not shocked exactly.

It isn't that,
I promise you.

You have to protect
the honor of your family.

Of course you do.

It isn't even that.

You should have told me
the whole story

from the beginning.

You haven't been fair to me.

No, I don't believe I have.

Then why didn't you?

I suppose I thought
it might ruin everything.

You mean you didn't trust me.

I can't have, can I?

Would you have married me
in a lie?

I don't think so,
but we'll never know now.

No.

You see,

I don't feel
I could spend my life

with someone I don't trust.

Who didn't trust me.

Do you understand?

Yes.

I'm terribly sorry,
of course.

But that doesn't mean much,
does it?

The truth is, my life was
about to be perfectly wonderful.

Now I've thrown it all away.

(sighs)

I'd better go
if I'm to catch my train.

Yes, hurry.

I doubt we'll meet again,
so I want to say good luck

and everything else
that goes with it.

Good luck to you too.

I mean that.

(footsteps)

Well, you got what you wanted.

Bertie has left
for the train

and now Edith won't be
the next Marchioness of Hexham.

Well, that's not what I wanted.

Isn't it?

I still can't believe
she'd never told him.

How was I to know that?

Don't play the innocent with me.

I didn't mean...

Don't lie!

Not to me!

You can't stop ruining things.

For Edith,
for yourself.

You'd pull in the sky
if you could!

Anything to make you feel
less frightened and alone.

You saw Henry
when he was here.

High-handed

and bullying
and unapologetic.

Am I expected
to lower myself to his level

and be grateful
I'm allowed to do so?

Listen to yourself.

Lower yourself
to his level?

You're not a princess
in The Prisoner of Zenda!

You don't want to understand me.

You ruined
Edith's life today.

How many lives
are you going to wreck

just to smother
your own misery?

I refuse to listen.

You're a coward, Mary.

Like all bullies,
you're a coward.

What are you doing up here?

Looking for you
to borrow some scissors,

but you're going out.

I've left my workbox
downstairs,

but you're welcome
to take them.

Where are you off to?

I said I'd walk
with Mr. Molesley

to the schoolhouse
for moral support.

Are you all right,
Mr. Barrow?

Of course.

Why wouldn't I be?

(rattling)

(sobbing)

Going away?

Do you care?

Look, I wasn't to know
you hadn't told him.

It never occurred to me...

Just shut up!

I don't know
what's happened.

Tom has made you feel bad,
or Papa.

Or maybe it's just
the same old Mary

who wants her cake
and ha'penny, too!

I never meant to...

Yes, you did!

Who do you think
you're talking to?

Mama?

Your maid?

I know you!

I know you to be a nasty,
jealous, scheming bitch!

Now listen,
you pathetic...

You're a bitch!

And not content
with ruining your own life,

you're determined to ruin mine!

I have not ruined my life.

And if Bertie's
put off by that, then...

Don't demean yourself

by trying to justify
your venom.

Just go.

(scoffs)

And you're wrong, you know,
as you so often are.

Henry's perfect for you.

You're just too stupid
and stuck up to see it!

Still, at least
he's got away from you,

which is something
to give thanks for, I suppose.

I beg your pardon, m'lord,
but Mrs. Patmore

has something to say.

I wonder if now
would be convenient.

Of course,
bring her in.

How can we help,
Mrs. Patmore?

Well, that's just it, m'lord.

I know you're planning to help

by coming over to the cottage
for some tea,

but should you be
mixed up in it?

It's my mess,
why should you pay for it?

Indeed.

CORA:
Carson?

Is this what you believe?

It is, your ladyship.

I wouldn't like
to see this family

dragged into a tawdry
local brouhaha.

He means me.

Oh, I think we have to show

a little more backbone
than that.

My lord?

Mrs. Patmore has been loyal
to this house,

and now this house
must be loyal to her.

She had made a large investment
in her future.

We can't let it fall away
to nothing.

(sobbing)

I'll go now, if I may.

We'll see you on Friday.

Are you sure,
my lord?

Quite sure,
thank you, Carson.

You mustn't be nervous.

You don't know
what they're like.

I felt like a fraud
yesterday.

And all the time,
I kept wondering,

"What would they say
if they found out

"that I was a servant
at the big house?

What would their
parents say?"

Why not tell them?

Then they won't have
to find out, will they?

Mr. Barrow's
in a funny mood.

Why?

He suddenly told me
out of the blue

how he hoped
I'd make more of my life

than he'd ever make of his.

I should go back.

Is something wrong?

I hope not.

Does Mrs. Hughes know
you're on the men's side?

Never mind that,
have you seen Mr. Barrow?

Uh, he was going in for a bath.

Oh, my God.

Come with me!

Hello?

Mr. Barrow,
are you in there?

Will you open this door?!

Get back!

Oh, my God.

Fetch Mrs. Hughes,

send Anna for the doctor,

but tell no one else
what you've seen.

I wish I'd gone with them now.

With who?

Mr. Molesley
and Miss Baxter.

Well, go then.

I can manage.

I'll be too late though,
won't I?

You should still go
if you want to.

For a walk.

They might have a break
when you get there.

Where's Mrs. Hughes and Anna?

Mrs. Hughes is
in her sitting room.

(horn honks)

Are you in a rush?

Not particularly.

Why?

I need you to come with me
to the station.

Then you can drive
the car home.

Where are you going?

Up to London.

I haven't said goodbye
to anyone.

And I can't bear
to look at Mary.

She's unhappy.

I think she regrets
what she did.

Not as much as I do.

And for your information,
before I left,

we had the row
we all knew was coming.

I'm not sorry.

At least I'm just sorry
we didn't have it years ago.

Bertie may come round.

I don't think so.

He might have come round
about Marigold.

In fact, I'm sure
he would've done.

But I tried to trick him,

and he won't come
round about that.

Would you like me
to talk to him?

No, but I love you for asking.

We should get going.

Anna's gone
for Dr. Clarkson.

Now, we should get him into bed
and out of his wet things.

I hope he won't mind
if we undress him.

He's past minding if we put him
in a shy and threw coconuts.

Now, you take his feet
and we'll take an arm each.

Should we tell his lordship?

Mr. Carson's seeing to that.

ANDY:
Right, here goes.

I hate to think
he was so unhappy.

Well, at least
he's not gone too far.

(faint talking)

MOLESLEY:
...and maybe one of you
will run the country one day.

How about that?

BOY:
That's daft, sir.

Only toffs run the country.

No, you see, you must
never think that education

is only for special people--

you know, for clever people,
for toffs.

Education is for everyone.

You would say that, sir.

Yes, I would,
but I'm not anyone special.

You're a teacher.

I'm a teacher now,

but I'm an ordinary bloke.

I've spent my life
in service,

fetching and carrying.

You were a servant?

I was.

I am.

And I was glad to get the work.

My mom's in service.

She works for Mr. Travis
at the Vicarage.

Dad's a gardener
at Skelton Park.

But I never gave up on learning,
do you see?

I read as much as I could,

and I taught myself,

and I hope to be able
to teach you.

Maybe give you the shortcut
that I never had.

Right.

The Civil War.

Let's start with
the divine right of kings.

Did King Charles
really believe

that he had
a divine right to rule?

Or did he just choose to believe
it because it suited him?

You mean the king was a liar?

Um, not quite.

Kings are like anyone else.

Anna says Edith's
gone to London,

and I suppose
we all know why.

Do we have to do this now?

Yes, I really think...

Carson, what's happened?

Where are the footmen?

That is something I need
to discuss with you, my lord.

(whispering)

Thomas has cut his wrists?

Yes, I'm afraid so,

my lord.

God in Heaven.

Who knows?

CARSON:
Not many,
and I should like

to keep it that way.

I shall say that he is ill

with influenza.

Carson,
please don't bother

with serving our tea.

With your permission,
my lady.

How sad.

How very sad.

Do you still think
dismissing Barrow

was a useful saving, Papa?

That's rather below the belt,
even for you.

Look, we've kept him
out of the hospital.

Dr. Clarkson
stitched him up here.

He says Miss Baxter
found him in time.

I'll go up in a minute.

I saw Dr. Clarkson leaving
when I got back.

What was he doing here?

Mr. Barrow has been
taken poorly.

He will spend a
day or two in bed.

Anna and Miss Baxter
will look after him.

How was it, Mr. Molesley?

Oh!

I enjoyed myself today.

The children
were generous to me.

The children were spellbound.

How do you know?

Because I crept in
and listened.

You never!
I did.

And you're a natural.

(applause)

CARSON:
So, are we to lose you

to the groves of academe,
Mr. Molesley?

Can I teach
a little while longer

before I reorder my world,
Mr. Carson?

BATES:
I'm glad, though.

You're a kind man,
Mr. Molesley.

It's about time you were
rewarded for your kindness.

He'll recover, m'lady.

And he hasn't had to go
to hospital.

Can we keep it quiet,
for his sake?

That's what
Mr. Carson wants.

What a day.

I ruin Lady Edith's life
and Barrow tries to end his.

How is Lady Edith?

She's gone to London.

Which is hardly
to be wondered at,

when her only sister
has wrecked her chances

of a happy and fulfilling life.

Lord Hexham
won't come round?

Lady Edith thinks not.

And I'm sorry.

What about you?

Have you thought any more
about Mr. Talbot?

Don't you start.

You're as bad as Mr. Branson.

Why? What's he done?

He asked Mr. Talbot
to come here

and he keeps going on
and on and on.

But Mr. Talbot's
not right for me.

He's not.

We'd be miserable.

As long as you're sure
that you...

I am sure!

I apologize.

It's just nobody can believe
that I know my own mind.

Of course, m'lady.

Right.

Can I do anything more for you?

No, thank you.

Good night.

And Anna...

I'm sorry.

You don't know
that's the end.

Yes, I do.

And please don't think badly
of him.

It was my own fault.

Well, I liked him.

Me, too.

Your sister hasn't been helpful.

Mary and I are locked into
a kind of lifelong struggle.

I don't know.

It's hard for an outsider
to understand.

It's hard for me.

Who invented families?

That's what I'd
like to know.

What time is Miss Jones
coming today?

5:00, for tea.

Do we know her real name yet?

She only writes as
Cassandra Jones,

which is the name
on her account.

Perhaps it is her real name,
after all.

Well, real or not,
she has quite a following,

so we'd better be pals.

How did you get her
to come here?

I'm afraid I forced her.

Look, she wants
more money--

which is fair enough, given
the success of the column--

but I insisted
we negotiate in person.

Why?

I was curious,
aren't you?

Suppose she sends someone
to impersonate her?

If she's as secretive
as all that.

Let's have a sign if we think
it's the real Cassandra.

Say "bananas"

if you think she's
telling the truth.

All right,
bananas it is.

(knocking)

(door opens)

May we come in?

GEORGE:
Hello, Mr. Barrow.

Here you are.

To make you feel better.

Thank you very much,
Master George.

We want you
to get better, Barrow.

Truly.

And no one more
than Master George.

At least I've got
one friend, eh?

Have you been lonely?

If I have,
I've only myself to blame.

I've done
and said things.

I don't know why.

I can't stop myself.

Now I'm paying the price.

Strange.

I could say the same.

ANNA:
Mr. Carson's told them

that you've got...

Flu.

I know.

I beg your pardon, m'lady.

We're going, Barrow.

And I hope things
improve for you.

I really do.

I'd say the same if it weren't
impertinent, m'lady.

Goodbye, Mr. Barrow!

Goodbye,
Master George.

So, today's the big day.

Oh, spare me.

Do you want to take Daisy
with you?

Oh, if I'm allowed.

I mean, my niece is good,
but she might be dumbstruck

with all those lords and ladies
sitting in my front room.

Come to think of it,

how will the village know
that they've been?

Oh, Lucy's seen to that.

We've got the man
from The Echo

coming at 5:00.

Oh, put up a poster,
why don't you?

MRS. HUGHES:
They're doing something nice,
Mr. Carson.

Don't spoil it.

Oh, yes, very nice.

For the public to read
about all the cakes and dainties

his lordship is guzzling

as he sits
at the adulterers' table.

I'm sure there have been
a few adulterers

sat at the table upstairs.

That is different.

Why?

To say nothing of suicidal
footmen in the attic!

Oh, what are we coming to?

I only thank God
that the Dowager

isn't here to witness it.

I can't believe you came.

You made it sound
so urgent.

Even so, I really
appreciate it, thank you.

Was everything all right
when you got home?

Well, no, not really.

Spratt has gone away.

Did you tell him
you were coming back?

A good butler
should not need to be told.

Now, where are they?

My broken-hearted
granddaughters?

It's just Mary.

Edith's gone up to London.

I didn't know when I wrote.

All the better.

But how will we
get it all there?

They're letting me
have a car,

seeing as I'm giving tea
to his lordship.

You're ready, then?

They've brought
the car round.

Andrew,
carry that out.

And very, very good luck.

And good luck to us all

in the vain hope that
we'll avoid scandalous gossip.

You're such an old curmudgeon.

Don't say you're going off me.

No, because you're
my curmudgeon,

and that makes
all the difference.

Granny.

When did you arrive?

Yesterday evening.

I spent the night before
in Southampton

and an entire day on trains.

So I've come hot foot.

If you're here to reprimand me
about Edith, please don't.

Tom's already torn me
into strips.

Why did you do it?

I don't know!

She was so...

Anyway, I'm sorry now.

You should be.

With Edith,
I just say things,

and then they
can't be unsaid.

Tom believes

you're unhappy.

That's why you lash out
as you do.

Look, if this is
about Henry Talbot,

you should be clear
he hasn't much to offer.

Bertie Hexham is a loss,
but not Henry.

He's well born, but there's
no money or position.

He's not even
a countryman.

Not really.

He grew up in London.

He shoots.

Yes, he shoots.

Like every social climbing
banker shoots.

Well, let's leave
his credentials

to one side for a moment

and concentrate
on what is important.

Which is?

Tom says that
he is in love with you

and that you are
in love with him.

Do you believe him?

Do you deny it?

Oh, for you of all people

to talk as if his qualifications
don't matter!

Tony Gillingham
had all that I could wish--

birth, money,

looks--

but he didn't suit you.

No.

No, he wasn't
clever enough.

He wasn't strong enough.

Henry Talbot is both.

All right, Granny,
it's not his poverty.

But did Tom tell you
I stood there,

staring at a car in flames,
wondering if it were him?

I think he's told me everything.

Then you'll know I can't be
a crash widow again.

I can't.

I'd live in terror,
dreading every race,

every practice, every trial.

I cannot do it!

Does he know this?

He'd fear he should
give it up,

but I don't want that.

He'd resent me.

Oh, can't you find me some duke?

There must be one spare.

So I can put Edith in her place?

You are the only woman I know

who likes to think herself cold
and selfish and grand.

Most of us spend our lives
trying to hide it.

Oh Granny,
please don't lecture me

on sentimental virtues.

Don't worry,
don't worry.

I believe in rules
and traditions

and playing our part.

But there is
something else.

And what is that, pray?

I believe in love.

I mean,
brilliant careers,

rich lives, are seldom lead
without just an element of love.

(crying)

Oh, Granny,
you do surprise me.

Oh, I am glad.

So climbing all those stairs
wasn't wasted.

(laughs)

No, I would only say this.

First, make peace
with your sister.

And then make peace
with yourself.

Mary...

Is Granny coming back
for dinner?

MARY:
She didn't say so.

ROBERT:
She goes
without telling us.

and returns
without seeing us.

We're in the dog house.

How hard is that
to understand?

Now, let's go.

Sure you don't want
to come with us?

Quite sure--
you don't need me.

You're enough
of a headline.

And you certainly
don't need me.

My lord, I wonder
if I might have a word?

What is it?

With your permission,

I'd like to tell Mr. Barrow
that he can stay.

For the time being,
at any rate.

It would take a weight
off his mind.

That's a relief.

I was going to suggest
the same thing.

Were you, my lord?

Yes.

You see, I feel quite as guilty
as you do, Carson.

I tell you
what I blame myself for--

I didn't credit him
with any feelings.

I thought he was a man
without a heart.

And I was wrong.

No man is an island, Carson.

Not even Thomas Barrow.

I ought to be
very angry with you.

Summoning Granny
to tick me off.

I was amazed
she came at my call.

She said your letter
was very eloquent.

She was quite persuaded.

So what are you going to do?

As soon as Granny left,

I sent Henry a telegram
to get the next train.

Hopefully,
he'll be here by tea time.

What about Edith?

That's a harder task.

I'm ready to say I'm sorry,

but why should she want
to forgive me?

I got held up.

Is she here yet?

Well, Miss Jones has arrived,
yes, Lady Edith.

Why the mysterious face?

You better go in.

Ah, Edith!

So this,
it turns out,

is Miss
Cassandra Jones.

Spratt?

Good afternoon, Lady Edith.

Bananas!

I don't have to tell you
why I'm here.

Either you know everything
or you're not hearing me now.

The truth is...

I love him.

I believe
we are right together.

But I so very much want to feel
that you're happy for me.

As I'd be happy for you,
my darling.

Remember,
however much I love him,

I will always love you.

(sniffling)

I often come at this time.

I don't come often enough.

No, no, it's only a habit.

Actually, I came to ask
for his forgiveness,

if that doesn't sound
too silly.

I see.

I think that means
you want to marry again.

Well, I don't know
if you have his forgiveness,

but you don't need to ask
for mine.

I'm delighted.

(relieved sigh)

(laughs)

Anything else
I can get you?

One more mouthful
and we'd explode!

Unless there's another
of those delicious scones?

Of course.

Lucy, fetch the scones.

When does the photographer
arrive?

5:00, m'lady.

And I'm afraid

some of the village
have caught on

and they're waiting, too.

Are you sure
you want to do it?

Oh, ye of little faith.

That's it.

I'll leave you to it.

You don't have to go, Tom.

Believe me, I've been part
of this courtship

for quite long enough.

It's for you
to manage from here.

(door closes)

Well?

Well what?

Mary, the last time I saw you,

you threw me out
for saying that I loved you.

Now you've whistled
and I'm here,

but I don't know why.

Because you were right.

Because we are in love
with each other.

I'm not sure
why I fought it,

but I've stopped
fighting it now.

I know I'm not
what you were looking for.

Tom and I once talked about
how marriage should be equal.

It has nothing to do
with position or money,

simply that a couple
should be equal

in both strength and passion.

Should I ring for more tea?

Are you always
so cool and collected?

I do hope so.

I'm not sure what you mean.

Only that your words
have made my heart pound

at such a rate,
I'm surprised you can't hear it.

I'm hot and cold,
I can barely breathe,

and it's all because of you.

I must say, you carry it off
rather well.

Thanks.

I need to know that
you're certain.

I am.

I believe I've met my match.

I have.

I'm not 20, trembling
at the touch of your hand,

but I know that
if I leave you now,

I'll never be as happy
as we could've been together.

I'm not 20 either,

but I still tremble
at the touch of your hands.

Me, too.

I don't know
why I said that, really.

(laughs)

Oh, darling.

Thank God for you.

So what do we do now?

Elope to Gretna Green?

Well, I have a confession.

When I came here last,

I brought a license
so we could be married at once.

Doesn't the Archbishop
of Canterbury need to agree?

Not if you can specify
the Church.

Well, you still need
a bishop.

My uncle's a bishop.

Oh? Good old England.

Some things never change.

Quite.

But the point is,
it's still valid,

so shall we just
get married now?

Now?

Well, on Saturday.

You don't want to have a huge
society affair again, do you?

God, no.

I've done that.

Then will you...?

Hmm.

Well, I suppose
I've come this far.

(door opens)

Give it a moment,
Mr. Molesley.

Better give it a moment.

(applause)

If you're ready,
my lord, my lady?

We must have
Mrs. Patmore.

Of course.

Oh, no, no, no,
you don't want me.

I insist.

A picture
to mark our gratitude

for a marvelous tea.

Are we ready?

Three, two,

one!

And you promise
you haven't cheated.

As God is my witness,

I haven't set eyes on her
since yesterday lunch.

I even had breakfast
in my room.

That was Carson.

He wouldn't take any chances
with Mary's happiness.

Strange.

I'll be best man
at both of her weddings.

I hadn't thought of it.

You've been a good friend
in this, Tom.

Thank you.

Pay me back
by looking after her.

Who's that?

(door opens)

What? I don't believe it!

Why didn't you say
to expect you?

Because I wasn't sure
until I got on the train.

How are you feeling?

Fine.

Can you not ask me that
for the rest of the day?

Could you leave us
for a moment?

Of course.

We'll wait for you
downstairs.

(door closes)

You know I'm sorry?

I assumed you would be
fairly sorry

unless you're
actually insane.

Well, I'm not insane,
but I am sorry.

I don't know
why I did it.

Not really.

I've told you.

Because you were unhappy,

so you wanted me
to be unhappy too.

Now you're happy again,

you'll be nicer.

For a while.

If that's what you feel,
then why are you here?

Because in the end,
you're my sister.

And one day,

only we will remember Sybil.

Or Mama or Papa

or Matthew or Michael
or Granny or Carson

or any of the others
who have peopled our youth.

Until, at last,
our shared memories

will mean more
than our mutual dislike.

What do you think
he'd have made of it?

I went to his grave to tell him,
which isn't like me.

Matthew loved you
and wanted you to be happy.

I'm sure he'd be very,

very pleased.

In fact, I know he would.

You look nice, by the way.

Thank you.

You'd better go in
and find a seat.

I'll wait for her here.

Amelia said
you called on her.

Yes, I did.

We were talking
about Larry.

Really?
Was it productive?

That rather
depends on him.

But surely,
she was...

The ball is in Larry's court,
Lord Merton.

Only he can play it.

Those whom God
hath joined together

let no man put asunder.

For as much as Henry and Mary

have consented together
in holy wedlock

and have witnessed the same
before God and this company

and thereto have given
and pledged their troth

either to other,
and have declared the same

by giving and receiving
of a ring,

and by joining of hands,

I pronounce that they be
man and wife together.

In the name of the Father,
and of the Son,

and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

Amen.

ALL:
Amen.

(applause)

Congratulations,
Talbot!

Thank you.

That was a treat.

But we'll pay for it now

if we don't get home
to serve the breakfast.

Well, Mr. Talbot.

You have swept me
off my feet.

I promise
you won't be sorry.

I'd better not be.

There they go,
a new couple in a new world.

It seems all our ships
are coming into port.

And Edith?

Of all my children, Edith has
given me the most surprises.

Yes, surprises
of the most mixed variety.

A surprise
is a surprise, Mama,

and I'm sure we haven't seen
the last one yet.

(kids laughing)