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I think it's held up very well,

all things considered.

Especially after all that rain.

How's the house team coming on?

Because we're taking this
very seriously in the village.

Nobody takes it more
seriously than his Lordship, Dad.

Whatever he likes to pretend.

Mr Bates has had his rest now
and wants to get back to work.

It's time to draw a line
under this whole unfortunate episode.

So, I go out the window?

I cannot hide that I find
your situation revolting

but, whether or not you believe me,
I am not entirely unsympathetic.

You have been twisted by nature
into something foul

and even I can see that you did not ask for it.

I think it better that you resign quietly,

citing the excuse that Mr Bates has returned.

I will write a perfectly acceptable reference

and you will find that there's nothing
about it that's hard to explain.

I see.

What about tonight?

Well, it's nearly time to change,
so you should dress him tonight

and let Mr Bates take over tomorrow.

I am not foul, Mr Carson.

I am not the same as you, but I am not foul.

Yes, well,
we've spoken enough on this subject.

Now, if you'll excuse me, I'll ring the gong.

Come along, Miss O'Brien, time to stop
eavesdropping and do some work.

I don't know what you...

How are you getting on
with the cricket team?

We should be all right.
We've still got Thomas, thank God.

Won't he be leaving soon?

Not before the match
if I've got anything to do with it.

One of the gardeners told Anna
their team is in terrific shape.

It's so unfair the outside staff
play for the village.

Why don't you support
the house and the village?

You own both.

But I'm captain of the house team.

If I were you, I'd be captain of the village.
They always win.

Not always. Usually, but not always.

Mary, you look as if you're in a trance.
What were you doing in London?

It's worn you out.

Maybe. I'll try and rest tomorrow.

Crikey, I'd better go.

Before you do, a little bird tells me
Mr Carson has made up his mind

to deal with Thomas after all.

Well, it's about time.

I only meant, if you want to register
your anger at how Thomas treated you,

now is the hour.

I'm not sure. I'm still disgusted
by the whole thing, obviously.

Obviously.

But if you don't speak out, people might think
you weren't disgusted at all.

Now, you must excuse me.
I ought to be upstairs.

Anna, what are you doing out here?

Her Ladyship's with Lady Mary, sir.

I'm afraid she's going to be late.

Let me see what's happening.

You couldn't be in better hands
than Dr Ryder's. Truly.

I hope to God you're right.

Anna's worried you're getting late.

Heavens, you made me jump.

I must go. O'Brien will scold me.

- What were you talking about?
- Nothing. Women's stuff.

Your ears must've been burning earlier.

- Papa was discussing the cricket match.
- The village thrashed us last year.

I suppose I'll have to play?

You suppose right.

It's because of last year
he's absolutely determined to win this time.

Bates must count himself lucky to be out of it.

I think he'd like to walk normally, sir,

even if playing cricket
was the price he had to pay.

Of course he would. I'm so sorry.
That was stupid of me.

It's quite all right, sir. I was only joking.

Oh, there's absolutely no question
that some people have a feel for it-

I think cricket's like anything else.

When you learn it as a child,
there's an understanding

that is hard to come by later.

And with a father like mine...
I was brought up with cricket in my blood.

Why have you never played
in the match before?

How could I?
I didn't work at the house until this year.

I could hardly play for the village team.

We'll have to start a fan club, won't we?

That's kind, Ivy, but I just want to do my best
for the house. That's all the reward I seek.

Oh, your modesty
is an example to us all, Mr Molesley.

What is that you're so glued to?

This week's column.
I've got to send it off tomorrow.

What's it about?

The poor soldiers.

How many are reduced
to begging on the streets.

And some officers are working
as dance partners in nightclubs.

After the trenches, even the Embassy Club
must seem an improvement.

You shouldn't make fun of them.

She's forgetting that you were
in the trenches and she wasn't.

She must be 18 by now.

Little Rose, 18? How scary!

- Hello.
- It's quite a responsibility.

Well, I couldn't say no.
Her mother is my niece and my godchild

and she asked it as a special favour.

Apparently, she hates London.

And they can't get to Scotland until July.

Poor Shrimpie,
his work keeps him nailed to his desk.

She hates London, so she's coming to
a great-aunt in Yorkshire to have a good time?

Mmm-hmm.

How original.

Well, don't be silly. Of course you will.

No, I won't. I'd like to help.

But I've never played
a game of cricket in my life.

Oddly, the game was never
part of my childhood.

- Didn't you play last year?
- No. Nor the year before that.

- The fact is, I've never played cricket.
- But couldn't you try?

Robert, stop being such a bully.
Let's just have a nice dinner.

I'm afraid I've heard
Mr Carson's going to let him off.

- And what can I do about it?
- Say you won't tolerate it.

Unless he's going to give him a bad
reference, you're going to tell the police.

I couldn't do that, could I?

Why not? And won't you have to?

If you don't want folk to think
there's something funny about you.

It's a good job
that's supposed to be eaten cold.

Are you sure about Rose?
Wouldn't it be better if she stayed here?

No, no, no. I'm quite looking forward to it.

I couldn't manage an 18-year-old.
Not these days.

I wouldn't know what she was talking about.

My husband was a great traveller,

so I have spent many happy evenings
without understanding a word.

The thing is to keep smiling
and never look as if you disapprove.

So, Bates, I'll see you on duty tomorrow.

Good night, Barrow.
You do know I wish you every good fortune.

I believe so. Thank you, milord.

To the victor the spoils.

- What will you do?
- Oh, what's it to you?

You're right. It's nothing to me.

If we can buy out Simpson and Tucker,

quite a chunk of the estate
will be back in hand.

We'll be operating a real business.

That's why I think the cricket
may have come at rather a good time.

Why? Because you think if you get a few runs
and catch someone out,

Papa will accept all this gladly?

I think the cricket will show him

it doesn't mean we can't keep up
the old traditions as well.

And am I to help persuade him?

Of course. You're on my team now.

You can kiss me, but that's it.

Why? Haven't you missed me?

Desperately.
But London seems to have tired me out.

Come.

Mr Carson, is it true Mr Barrow's leaving?

Yes, and for what it's worth,

I think he was genuinely mistaken
over the incident and he's sorry now.

Which, of course, is no excuse.

I want to be sure
you'll give him a bad reference.

I'm sorry?

I can't let a man like that
go to work in innocent people's houses.

I will write him the character
I think he deserves.

- Can I read it?
- Certainly not.

Because I've been thinking,
I ought to report him to the police.

- What?
- It's my duty.

I know today thinking is much more liberal...

Now, just a minute.

I've never been called a liberal in my life
and I don't intend to start now!

But I do not believe in scandal.

Mr Barrow will go, and when he does,
I would like him to go quietly.

For the sake of the house,
the family and, for that matter, you.

I'm sorry, Mr Carson, but I can't stay quiet
if my conscience prompts me differently.

I won't turn a blind eye to sin.

I've asked Ethel to bring us some coffee.

Oh, I'm not supposed to drink coffee.
My mother doesn't approve.

Would you like something else?

Absolutely not. After all,
she won't find out unless you tell her.

How is Lady Flintshire?

Well, incredibly busy.

Daddy works harder than a slave,

and so she has to manage
everything else by herself.

I doubt he works harder than a slave.

Cousin Isobel is very literal.

Now, I have something for you.

- Shall I pour, ma'am'?
- No, thank you. I'll do it.

These are the first answers
to the advertisement.

Cousin Violet is trying
to find a new job for my cook.

That sounds rather inconvenient.

Cousin Violet has never let a matter of
convenience stand in the way of a principle.

As the kettle said to the pot.

I'm to leave with no reference?

After working here for ten years?

I'm afraid my hands are tied.

I'll never get a job now, Mr Carson.

Does his Lordship know about this?

- No.
- Then I'm going to tell him.

And how would you do that,
without telling him the rest of it?

This wasn't Jimmy's idea.
Somebody's put him up to it.

He wouldn't be so unkind, not left to himself.

I'm almost touched that you will defend him
under such circumstances.

But there it is.

Well, can I stay here for a day or two while I...

come up with some sort of plan?

Yes, I think I can allow that.
But that's the best I can do.

Thank you, Mr Carson.

At least it doesn't smell damp.

I think it's nice.

Or it will be when it's got a lick of paint.

I can do that.

I can.

You're not climbing any ladders.

But, yes, together I think
we can make it really comfy.

What do they call extreme optimism?

They call it "making the best of things"
and that is what we'll do.

You being in this room
is enough to make it nice.

Come here.

We should think of some things
to do while you're here.

Edith, you should take Rose
over to Whitby on Wednesday

when they have their market.
She'd enjoy that.

I can't. I'm going to London on Wednesday.

Oh, well could I come?

Oh, but you've only just got here.
I thought you hated London.

- Who told you that?
- Susan.

Darling Mummy.

Well, should I correct her?

Oh, no. She's right, really.

But I'm planning a surprise for her
and I need to go to London to arrange it.

You won't give me away, will you?

Won't you stay with your parents?

Well, I can't. That would spoil everything.

You can stay with me.

Aunt Rosamund won't mind
and there's plenty of room.

I don't even know why you're going.

To see my editor. To discuss my article.

I think I might come up with you to London.

I'll ring the office in the morning.
I can stay at my club.

Don't do that.
Aunt Rosamund would love to have you.

And I suspect I'll need help controlling Rose.

Why do you say that?

I'm not sure. Instinct.

But when your mother finds out,
will she mind?

No, she'll be delighted and so grateful
to all of you for helping with my secret.

Besides, with Edith as my chaperone,
what harm can I come to?

But how can I help?

If our plan works, we'll be
farming a third of the estate directly.

And you can manage that?

We think so, but we need you to think so, too.

Because Lord Grantham definitely won't.

Are you drawing up the battle lines?

Poor Robert.

The post-war world is not being kind to him.

How are you getting on
with the agent's house?

I hope Jarvis didn't leave it a wreck.

No, not at all.

But the furniture was his, so I'll have
to begin in a state of Trappist simplicity.

Well, I'm sure there's some stuff
in the attics here.

We'll have a look.

What about Sybbie? Won't it be lonely for her

with just you and Nanny
and nobody else for company?

I think it's right for both of us.

Mr Barrow?

What in heaven's name
are you doing out here?

I know you're leaving,
but things can't be as black as all that.

You're trained now.
You can apply for a position as a butler.

You don't know everything, then.

Then will you tell me everything?

Look, I'm afraid if I do, Mrs Hughes, that...

it will shock and disgust you.

"Shock and disgust"? My, my.
I think I have to hear it now.

Come on.

Lady Grantham, the Dowager that is,

has been concerned that your history here
has left you lonely.

She's kind to concern herself.

It's not just that.

She believes you have made this house
a local topic of unwelcome conversation.

Ah.

So she's placed an advertisement for you

and she's got some replies.

The point is,
you would go to your new position

with references from me
and from Mrs Hughes,

and you would not have
to refer to your earlier life.

In effect, you'd be washed clean.

Yes?

Is the new maid working out?

No, not really. I don't think she'll stay.

I miss Anna.

What do you call her now she's your maid?

Anna, I'm afraid.

I can't very well call her Bates.

No. What's this about?

Well, you know Matthew wants
to come with you to London.

Why shouldn't he?

I just need to check which train
you're planning to come back on.

The three o'clock on Thursday, why?

Can you promise not to let him
catch an earlier one?

Of course not. What reason would I give?

You can think of something. Please.

Oh, all right.
But why is everything always so complicated?

We'll talk about it
when Matthew gets back from London.

Can't I even have a clue?

He should tell you. It's his idea.

- God, it sounds ominous.
- What does?

Matthew has some ghastly scheme
for the estate

and Tom's too frightened to say what it is.

I need a drink.

You cannot allow him
to blackmail you like this.

And before you ask,
Thomas has told me the whole story.

I am only sorry you had
to listen to such horrors.

Why? Do you think Thomas is the first man
of that sort that I've ever come across?

I would hope so.

Well, he isn't.

And I'll tell you something else.

I think James may have led him on.

What? No, I cannot listen to such allegations.

Calm down. I don't mean deliberately.

But he's a vain and silly ?irt.

He may have given Thomas
the wrong impression without meaning to.

I can hardly believe we are
having this conversation.

Maybe not, but I won't sit by

and let that young whippersnapper
ruin a man for the rest of his life.

Not a man who was wounded
in the service of King and Country.

We may have no choice.

These practices, with which you are
apparently so familiar, are against the law.

I know that!

Very well, then. If we stand up to James
and he goes to the police,

it will only put Thomas in prison,
which he will not thank you for.

Inspecting the love nest?

Just fetching some coal.

I envy you.

Whatever you say.

No, I mean it.

The happy couple
and everyone's so pleased for you.

I can't imagine what that's like.

Perhaps you should try being nicer.

It's being nice that got me into trouble.

What do you mean?

Never mind.

I'll be gone soon

and out of your hair.

You'll be glad of that.

Yes, I will be.

I assume I can count on you, Mr Molesley?

Oh, I'll say.
There's not much I don't know about cricket.

You make me quite nervous.

So with you, me, James, Alfred, both you
hall boys, that makes six from down here.

I can't play, Mr Carson, but I can keep score.

Good. Very good.

So with his Lordship, Mr Crawley,
and Mr Branson, we're already ten.

What about you, Mr Barrow?

- I think I'll be gone by then.
- Yes, you will.

Where's Mary? I was looking for her,
but Anna said she'd gone out.

She's away for the night.

- She'll be back tomorrow.
- Oh?

Cora, is everything
as it should be between them?

Between Mary and Matthew?
Oh, yes, I think so. Why do you ask?

Oh, I find I'm rather impatient
to get the succession settled.

Robert, it's still early days.

Luncheon is served, milady

Is it just us?

Yes, Tom's on the other side of the estate,
so he said he'd eat in a pub.

He's hiding from me
until Matthew has told me the worst.

Probably.

May I take the opportunity to bring
your Lordship up to date with the team?

Are we in good shape?

I reckon that with three family players

and seven from downstairs,
we're only one short.

Two short. Branson won't play.

Mr Branson is busy at the moment.

Is he, milady?

Might I point out that we're all busy,

but we still find time to support
the honour of the house.

Yes.

But that is not the right road to travel, Carson,

if we want to remain
in her Ladyship's good graces.

Now, I know you're here
because you all have lots of things to do,

so just run about and do them.

I'll go up and change.

But I thought we'd all have dinner together
and then we can have a proper catch-up.

If that's what you'd like,
but please don't let me be a nuisance.

- But we could always just...
- I insist.

A good family gossip
will be my payment in kind.

Then, of course, we'd be delighted.

Good. We dine at 8:30.

- Hello, operator?
- Number, please.

Knightsbridge 4056.

I've been through those replies
to her Ladyship's advertisement

and I don't think there's one
where I should be happier than here.

That's very ?attering.

There was a nice letter from a Mrs Watson

but it was near Cheadle.

Cheadle's very close to where
Mr and Mrs Bryant live.

Oh, I see.

And you feel that would defeat the purpose,

if the goal is to leave your past behind you?

Don't you, ma'am?

Yes, I'm afraid I do.

It's a pity if it was the only one
that was appealing.

So, it looks as if I'll be staying on.

I'm sorry if it makes trouble
between you and the Dowager.

Oh, don't worry about that.

If you had gone, she'd have found
some other bone for us to fight over.

You look very pretty today.

I'm not sure how professional it is of me
to point that out.

Well, it's jolly nice of you.

So, uh, business.

Now, I've read your piece.

Of course, the plight of ex-soldiers is not
an obvious topic for a woman's column.

I know it isn't very feminine,

but I felt so strongly about it,
I thought it was worth a try.

No, no, you misunderstand me.

I like the idea of a woman taking
a position on a man's subject.

And I was going to say, don't be afraid
of being serious when it feels right.

- Really?
- Really.

You know,
I think we're onto something new here.

The mature female voice in debate.

I don't like the sound of "mature."

No, um, balanced?

Yes. Let's go with "balanced."

Are you in town tonight and by any chance
looking for something to do?

I am, but sadly I'm spoken for.

It's a PW

But you will let me know
when you're up in London again?

But why are you bothering with Thomas?

He's going. Good riddance.

I don't know.

Something he said.

I feel funny taking his job.

You haven't taken his job.

He filled in for you while you were away,
that's all.

Hmm.

I might ask Mrs Hughes.
She usually knows what's going on.

Oh!

Which is more than you do.

Taxi!

Warwick Square, please.

Now I understand.

- You're not too shocked, then?
- No.

But why is Mr Carson'?
It's not as if none of us knew.

I think the point is we didn't know officially.

That's what Mr Carson finds hard.

He can't avoid the subject any longer,
because it's lying there on the mat.

And he can't stand up to Jimmy?

He says he's powerless.

And it's true we won't help Thomas
by putting him in prison.

I wouldn't wish that on any man.

Imagine me feeling sorry for Thomas.

Life is full of surprises.

You don't think we should have waited?

No. Why should
your delicious dinner be spoiled

just because Rose has forgotten the time?

It's my fault.
I shouldn't have let her out of my sight.

Nonsense. You had stuff to see to.

Talking of which, how did you get on today
with your editor?

Oh. Quite well, I think.

How about you, Matthew?

Why, I was only running errands.
My main thing is tomorrow.

Mead? What is it?

Come on.

This is the driver who took up Lady Rose
from outside the house, milady.

I came back because she left
her scarf in the back of my cab.

How very good of you.

Go on. Tell them why they sent
you up to the dining room.

I know where she is, ma'am.

Your maid downstairs
said you might like to hear.

And she was right. Where did she go?

First to Warwick Square

to pick up a friend.

And then you took her on somewhere?

Eventually.

I was sat outside
for the best part of two hours.

How very expensive.

When they came out,
they said they wanted to go to a club.

The Blue Dragon, on Greek Street.

And what sort of club is that?

Well, you know.

That's the point. I don't.

This is like the outer circle
from Dante's Inferno.

The outer circle?

- There she is.
- Heavens, what a transformation.

And that, presumably, is the friend
she spent two hours with in Warwick Square.

Let's not start down that track.

Oh, my...

How on earth did you find me?

How do you do?
I am a cousin of Rose's mother.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

This is Terence Margadale.

Well, how do you do? Please, sit down.

Can you bring some more glasses?

Tell me, where is Mrs Margadale?

She's in the country at the...

Terence used to work for Daddy.
So, he's more of a family friend, really.

Oh, so cousin Shrimpie will be
pleased to hear about him, will he?

- No, please...
- Why don't we dance?

Ladies and gentlemen,
one of our songs...

Now look, I think I can just about get
Rosamund and Edith

to keep their mouths shut,
if you come back with us now

and have nothing more to do with this man.

At least, not until you are out of our charge.

But you know, he's terribly unhappy
and it's not his fault at all.

His wife is absolutely horrid.

Married men who wish to seduce
young women always have horrid wives.

I suggest you meet Mrs Margadale
before you come to any final conclusions.

You're wrong. He's in love with me.

He wants to marry me
just as soon as he can get a divorce.

And when will that be?

Well, you see, it's terribly difficult.

Yes, I thought it might be.
Now, are you going to accept my conditions,

or do I throw you to Lady Rosamund?

Why are you helping me?

I'm on the side of the downtrodden.

Excuse me.

I rather like Warwick Square.
Sort of Belgravia without the bustle.

We haven't been there very long.

Rose is feeling rather tired, so we're leaving.

Would you at least stay for a...

Well, no. No, I'm glad she's staying.

But one forgets about parenthood.

The on-and-on-ness of it.

Were you a very involved mother
with Robert and Rosamund?

Does it surprise you?

A bit. I'd imagined them
surrounded by nannies and governesses,

being starched and ironed
to spend an hour with you after tea.

Yes, but it was an hour every day.

I see, yes.

How tiring.

After the money turned up from Mr Swire,
things went back to normal.

Mr Carson, may I have a word?

- I'll leave you.
- Just...

Well?

When's Mr Barrow leaving?

I'm not sure.

He's lost his job. Why can't he just go?

I find it very awkward.

He made a mistake. You're still in one piece.

Why do you have to be
such a big girl's blouse about it?

I'm sorry, Mr Carson,
but I won't change my mind.

I suppose you know
who's put him up to this, Mr Carson?

That Mr Bates is gobby, isn't he?

Why do you say that?

Well, everyone used to talk about him
as if he could walk on water.

- But he's got a mouth on him.
- What did he say?

He was sticking up for Mr Barrow.

Is this because of about Mr Carson
not giving him a reference?

- I don't think it's right, do you?
- Yes, I bloody well do think it's right!

You know nothing about it!

What's happened?

What did I say?

I shouldn't get involved, dear.

If you'll take my advice, I should stay out of it.

Tell me, has there been
any progress with Ethel?

No. I'm sorry to disappoint you,
but she doesn't want to go.

Not one of them was right?

One. A Mrs Watson.

But the house was near
where the Bryants live.

And to be honest,
I suspect that was the reason.

A chance to see little Charlie
from time to time.

Well, I can't blame her for that.

Of course not.
But the Bryants would be bound to find out,

which would only lead to more heartbreak.

I'll write to you as soon as I hear.

But it's extremely unlikely
there is anything wrong at all.

This may prove an expensive journey for you.

May I ask you a question, Dr Ryder?

Has my wife been to see you?

I'm not aware of treating a Mrs Crawley.

But even if I had,
I could not possibly comment on it.

Of course.

It's only...

I can't bear to think of her being worried,

when I know very well
that if anyone's to blame, it's me.

I'm not sure blame
is a very useful concept in this area.

Please believe me that probability and logic

indicate a Crawley baby
yowling in its crib before too long.

Thank you.

- Goodbye.
- Goodbye.

Mrs Levinson for Dr Ryder.

This should buck you up.

Why did you go without saying

when I knew all along it was me?

You know nothing of the sort.

In fact, it was me.

What do you mean?

There was something wrong with...

Actually, I can't talk about this sort of thing.
Even to you.

- You sound like Robert.
- Well, I am his daughter.

The fact is

it meant a small operation.

What?

It's all right. It was weeks ago.

That's why I've been
keeping you at arm's length.

I thought you'd gone off me.

Anyway, today was just to see
if all is well and he says it is.

He says I'm to get in touch with him
in six months' time,

but that I'll be pregnant before then.

So, now we can start making babies.

I feel very guilty
not telling Susan about last night.

- Mummy wouldn't understand.
- Nor do I.

What were you thinking?

A respectable, well-born young woman
going out with a married man?

Rose knows it all depends
on her behaviour for the rest of her stay.

One false step and I shall personally
telephone Lady Flintshire.

Very well. But I don't approve.

Rose, you've obviously read
too many novels about young women

admired for their feistiness.

Do you think they will keep quiet?

I expect so. As long as
you stick to your side of the bargain.

Even Cousin Rosamund?
She didn't like being made to keep the secret.

Probably because she knows
that Granny would be furious.

You see how I turn it?
First this way and now that.

Alfred, what's the matter?

Nothing. I'm not easy
about this business with Mr Barrow.

Well, why not take a turn
with Mr Molesley's bat?

That'll put a smile on your face.

Is Mr Carson really not giving
Mr Barrow a reference?

What will he do if he hasn't got reference?

He could always go abroad.

He might do well in America, Mr Barrow.

It seems a bit drastic.
Why should he go abroad?

Keep your nose out of it.

- Why won't someone tell us what's going on?
- Because you wouldn't understand it.

I very much hope.

Why didn't Carson tell me?
He's the one who's being undermined.

It's a very difficult subject for him to discuss.

I can imagine.

But it's not as if we didn't all know
about Barrow.

That's what I said to Mrs Hughes.

I mean, if I'd shouted blue murder
every time someone tried to kiss me at Eton,

I'd have gone hoarse in a month.

What a tiresome fellow.

It's not the boy's fault, milord.
He's been whipped up,

told that if he doesn't see it through,

we'll all suspect him
of batting for the same team.

Crikey. But who'd do that?

Who's got it in for Barrow?

Miss O'Brien.

O'Brien?
I thought they were as thick as thieves.

Not now, milord.

Now,

I've spoken to your mother.
She has a new plan for when you leave here.

Aren't I going back to London?

Oh, no, no. It's so horrid and dusty.

What is Mummy's plan?

They're opening Duneagle early.

- You're to go there.
- On my own?

No. Your Aunt Agatha will keep you company.

Alone in Scotland with Aunt Agatha?

She can't be serious!

I know, I know. Lady Agatha
isn't much of a party person, I admit.

This is all because I went up to London
to see Terence, isn't it?

How did she find out? Who gave me away?

I don't know who Terence is.

Of course, it's not your fault, Aunt Violet.

- But they promised!
- Don't shoot the messenger, my dear.

I'm only relaying your mother's orders.

You're to stay for the cricket match
and head north the next day.

Perhaps I'll run away.

Not this time.

My maid will travel with you so you have
someone to talk to on the journey.

I won't be held a prisoner forever.

No. One day you will be older
and out of our power.

But not yet.

Prison has changed you.

There was a time when nothing was too
bad for me, as far as you were concerned.

Prison has changed me.

You do know Miss O'Brien is behind it?

I knew someone was.

Jimmy'd never think of it for himself.

Doesn't it bother you
that she'll get away with it?

Not really.

Without a reference after ten years here?

You'll never work again.

Not in England.

But elsewhere maybe.

A cousin in Bombay. I might go there.

I like the sun.

There must be something you know about
Miss O'Brien you can use against her.

You've heard of the phrase,
to know when you're beaten?

Well, I'm beaten, Mr Bates.

I'm well and truly beaten.

Then give me the weapon and I'll do the work.

What can I say
that will make her change her mind?

It is not how we do things!

Many of the farmers' families have been
at Downton for as long as we have.

But we need to see
more profits from the farms.

Here we go. Profit! Profit! Profit!

We cannot go forward with no income.

But why not tackle it gradually?

Perhaps buy some time
by investing your capital.

I hear of schemes every day that'll double
whatever's put into them or triple it or more.

Many schemes offer high rewards,
very few deliver them.

There's a chap in America,
what's his name, Charles Ponzi,

who offers a huge return after 90 days.

Now Harry Stoke has gone in with a bundle...

Then Harry Stoke, whoever he is, is a fool!

But if I could find out...

Robert, the last time you took an interest
in investment, you ruined the family!

Now, look here!

Robert's been the captain of this ship
long enough to be entitled to some respect!

- He didn't mean to be disrespectful.
- He does a marvellous impression of it.

We are giving the farmers a choice. That's all.

If they want to sell, the larger units will let us
meet the challenges of the modern world.

We need to build something
that will last, Papa.

Not stand by and watch it crumble into dust.

What about the tenants?

What about the men and women
who've put their trust in us?

Is this fair to them? I don't believe so.

But isn't the most important thing,
for them or us, to maintain Downton

as a source of employment?

So you're against me, too.

It seems to me your plan adds up
to carrying on as if nothing's changed,

to spend Matthew's money
keeping up the illusion,

then, when we've fallen into
a bottomless pit of debt, we'll sell up and go.

So, yes, I believe Matthew is right.

I see.

You seem to be agreed
that there's no place for me in all this.

So obviously it's time for me
to take a back seat.

Hello?
Is that The Daily Telegraph information desk?

Yes.

I want to find out about a London editor.

And who is that?

Michael Gregson of The Sketch.

What would you like to know about him?

Just some general stuff,

his education, what he's done since then,

- and a little about his private life.
- One moment, please.

But why here?

I don't like the idea
of her being our first visitor.

I want to be away from the others.

I don't know why you're doing this.
You don't even like Thomas.

Because I know what it is to feel powerless.

To see your life slide away
and there's nothing you can do to stop it.

Quite the orator.

Have you thought about
standing for Parliament?

Oh, yes. Very nice.

It'll be even better
with a bit of money spent on it.

Can I get you some tea?

If I'm staying long enough.

I don't know what it is
Mr Bates wants to see me about.

You'll have time for tea.

- Will that be all, ma'am?
- There is one thing.

There was a letter
delivered by hand this afternoon.

It's from the Dowager.
She wants us to call on her in the morning.

But why would she want me?

No doubt we'll find out in the morning.

Well, I am surprised to find that
you're a fan of Mr Oscar Wilde.

You've known about Mr Barrow all along,
so what's changed now?

Perhaps I've come to my senses.

You mean, you've found a way
to be even nastier than usual.

Get back in the knife box, Miss Sharp.

I want you to persuade Jimmy
to let Mr Barrow have a reference,

so when he leaves here he can start again.

Why would Jimmy listen to me?

I won't do it.

I think you will.

- I'm going.
- Sort it out by this evening.

Or?

Or you'll find your secret
is no longer safe with me.

I'm just saying I think you've made your point.

To let it go now would be
the gentlemanly thing to do.

You said that if I let it go,

they'd think I was up to the same thing.
That I wasn't a proper man.

If you'd done nothing, yes,

but this way you'll come across as

merciful and not vindictive, do you see?

- I never wanted to push it this far.
- Then you'll be glad to stop it.

You're sure I won't be made to look a fool?

Far from it.

I think they'll hold you higher
in their estimation.

Ah, James. Upstairs, please.

May I have a word with you, please,
Mr Carson, before we go up?

But why London? You've only just got back.

I've had some bad news, that's all.

What sort of bad news?

Never mind. It's not our business.

How's the cricket team coming along?

We're still two short.

And you're still determined not to play?

It's not that I won't play.
I can't play. I don't know how.

Stop twisting his arm.
Any news on the move, Tom?

We're going to miss you both so much.

You told Matthew not to twist his arm,
now you're doing exactly the same thing.

I just think children are happier in families.
I'm sorry, but I do.

Well, I'm glad that's settled,

but I suppose Barrow will have to go?

Milord?

He's so good at cricket.

I know we were soundly beaten last year,
but he did get most of our runs.

I thought we just wanted him
to have a reference,

so he could find work when he leaves.

I know, but now that I think about it,
Carson ought to insist that he stays on.

He needs to re-establish
his authority over James.

Couldn't Mr Barrow just stay till
after the match, milord? And then go?

That seems rather unkind.
Wouldn't we be using him?

He might not want to stay, milord,
after the unpleasantness.

I think he will.

But don't forget the cricket.

I won't, milord.

See how my grip is firm but tender.

Cherish the ball, don't crush it.

Right. Gabriel.

Is it true you've given in
and let Mr Barrow get away with it?

It was dragging on and on.
At least this way, we'll be rid of him.

I heard his Lordship wants him
to stay for the cricket match.

Even if he does, it won't be for much longer.
Then he'll get his reference and go.

And good riddance.

I'm going over to Windmill Farm,
to see what we can do with the outbuildings.

Would you like to come with me?

I'm sure you can manage on your own.

Aren't you going?

I'll meet him there later.

He's putting a good face on it,

but you know he wants you with him on this
more than anything.

I should not serve him well.

I don't have the instincts
for what he wants to do.

You mean you're not a tradesman.

Your word, not mine.

Shall I tell you how I look at it?

Every man or woman
who marries into this house,

every child born into it,

has to put their gifts at the family's disposal.

I'm a hard worker
and I have some knowledge of the land.

Matthew knows the law
and the nature of business.

Which I do not.

You understand the responsibilities
we owe to the people round here,

those who work
for the estate and those that don't.

It seems to me if we could manage
to pool all of that,

if we each do what we can do,

then Downton has a real chance.

You are very eloquent.

You are a good spokesman
for Matthew's vision.

Better than he has been, recently.

So you'll give us your backing?

I'll think about it.

On one condition.

You play cricket for the house.

You said it yourself,
"We all have to do what we can do."

For God's sake. If it means that much to you.

- Oh.
- You didn't expect to find me here.

No.

I thought the only person
who could tell us with any accuracy

the Bryants' response
to Ethel's working nearby,

were the Bryants themselves.

Lady Grantham wrote to me,
explaining your wish.

Well, it was only that Mrs Watson
had answered the advertisement...

I know the circumstances.

Just as I know that you would like
to see how Charlie's getting on.

As it happens, I've been uncomfortable
about keeping a mother from her son.

And although I would not want to confuse
him until he's much older, if then...

You wouldn't have to confuse him.
I've already worked it out.

I'm his old nanny who was employed
by you when he was first born.

But what about when he talks
about you to Mr Bryant?

You will please leave Mr Bryant to me.

Now, Ethel, you must write
to Mrs Watson today and get it settled.

And I'll be able to see Charlie.

It won't be easy.

It'll be easier than not seeing him.

Very much easier.

And if Mr Barrow is to stay on,
what would he be? My valet?

You can make him under butler.

Then your dinners will be
grand enough for Chu Chin Chow.

And he can apply to be
a butler when he does leave.

But that would make him my superior.

Oh, I don't know. Under butler, head valet.
There's not much in it.

The question remains.
How do we convince James?

Well, it's his Lordship
who wants Mr Barrow to stay on,

so I think his Lordship can bring it about.

Is this worth it?

I've no time to learn anything.

Shouldn't I just trust to beginner's luck?

Certainly not.

I want you to profit from my skills
in gratitude for bringing Robert round.

Not completely. Not yet.

Elbow up.

You won't make a gentleman of me, you know.

You can teach me to fish,
to ride and to shoot,

but I'll still be an Irish Mick in my heart.

So I should hope.

There. See? You're getting the hang of it.

I'm sorry if this is inconvenient.

It's unexpected, not inconvenient.

I suppose I'd better just say it.

Please do.

I had the impression on my last visit
that you were flirting.

Giving signs that you found me attractive.

If I am wrong, then I apologise.

You're not wrong.

But, since then, I have discovered
that you are, in fact, married.

Yes.

I'm afraid I find the idea of a married man
flirting with me wholly repugnant.

So, you'll see I must hand in
my resignation at once.

No, it is true. lam married,
but I hope you will allow me to explain.

Explain what?
I am familiar with the institution of marriage.

Yes, but not with this one.

My wife is in an asylum
and she has been for some years.

Lizzie was a wonderful person
and I loved her very much.

It took me a long time to accept
that the woman I knew was gone.

And wouldn't be coming back.

Then, why haven't you got a divorce?

I can't.
A lunatic is not deemed responsible.

She's neither the guilty
nor the innocent party.

It means that I'm...

tied for the rest of my life to a...

a madwoman

who doesn't even know me.

I can't begin to tell you how much
it cheers me to read your column

and to meet when we do.

I hope very much you'll consider staying on.

Heads.

Yes!

I'm glad everything's settled with Ethel.

But I trust you can find another cook
without too much difficulty.

Preferably one with a blameless record
so my house ceases to be a topic of gossip.

Which is really what this is all about.

Well, if Ethel wants to be
part of her son's life, even a little part,

who are we to stand in her way?

Of course, if you'd had to sell Charlie
to the butcher to be chopped up as stew

to achieve the same ends,
you would have done so.

Well, happily, it was not needed.

- How's that!
- How's that!

Oh, short serve.

- Well played, Barrow. Excellent innings.
- Thank you.

I thought I was helping him
get out of our lives for good.

And now he ranks higher than I do.

I've been a damn fool.

By the way, what was that phrase
he gave you to say to Miss O'Brien?

You can tell me now, surely?

If you keep it under your hat.

- It was, "Her Ladyship's soap".
- What?

I can't make any sense of it either,
but that's what he said.

Her Ladyship's soap.

And it worked.

It's down to you, Molesley. Last man in.

We're in good shape, thanks to Barrow,
but we could do with a bonus.

Don't worry about me, milord.
I'll show them a thing or two.

That's the spirit.

- Well done, Papa.
- Well, I did my best.

We'll just have to hope it's enough.

Anna says we are to expect
great things of Molesley.

Oh.

- Out!
- Aw!

Well bowled.

As usual, our expectations are disappointed.

Let's have some tea.

I think he must have
played somewhere...

Who gave me away?

- Was it you?
- Certainly not.

Because in case you don't know,
I'm being sent north tomorrow,

with a monster for a jailer!

Well, what did she expect? Carrying on with
a married man as if her home were in a tree.

Granny, who told you?

How could you have done that,
after you promised?

But Mama said you told her.

- I just filled in the details.
- I never said a word.

- Have you tricked me, Mama?
- Tricked? I am not a conjuror.

I only did what was necessary
to preserve the honour of the family.

In other words, you tricked me.

James.

You put up a very good show out there.
Well done.

Thank you, milord.

As a matter of fact, I wanted to thank you
for your generosity with Barrow.

Letting him stay on
shows a real largeness of spirit.

Stay on?

Mr Barrow's staying on?

As under butler.
I was given the impression you'd allowed it.

I allowed him to have a decent reference
for when he left.

But you won't mind too much, will you?

Oh, and by the way, congratulations
on your appointment as first footman.

What?

Thank you, milord. Very much.

- Lord Grantham, I believe?
- The same.

We're looking for a Mr Alfred Nugent,
milord.

And you are?

Inspector Stanford and Sergeant Brand,
York Police.

Alfred can't have got into trouble
with the police, that's not possible.

He's made a complaint concerning
a Mr Thomas Barrow

making an assault of a criminal nature
on another of your employees.

That is a very serious allegation.

It is, milord. Serious enough to bring us
here to interrupt your cricket match.

If you'd like to point out
the young gentleman?

- He's over...
- I'll fetch him.

We'll go and...

I think it's better
if you leave it to his Lordship.

I'm sure he can get to the bottom of it.

But I know what I saw, milord,
and it weren't right.

I'm not asking you to abandon
your beliefs, Alfred.

Just to introduce a little kindness
into the equation.

- Am I not to stand up against evil?
- Evil?

Thomas does not choose to be the way he is,

and what harm was done, really,
that his life should be destroyed for it?

- Well...
- Let he who is without sin cast the first stone.

Are you without sin, Alfred?
For I am certainly not.

Sorry about your son, Mr Molesley.

Don't be.

But he talked such a lovely game.

He could always talk a good game of cricket.
He just couldn't play it.

Just as I thought. There's been a mix-up.

Alfred here witnessed some roughhousing
between two of the staff and misinterpreted it.

But why did you make the telephone call
without checking your facts?

I'm very much afraid to say
he was a bit squiffy, weren't you, Alfred?

I made the call before
I knew what I were doing.

I'd been at the cider.

- You'd what?
- Oh, I think we can overlook it this once.

Don't you, Carson?

So, you see, I'm afraid
there's really nothing to investigate.

I am terribly sorry to have wasted your time.

Would you care to have some tea?

No, thank you, Lord Grantham.
I think we've got the measure of it.

Good luck with your match.

Where's Nanny?

Gone to get some baby paraphernalia.

Shall I tell her you're looking for her?

No.

No, I'll be here anyway.

You're very good to play.

I don't know why I made such a fuss about it.

Can I ask you something?

Of course.

If I were to say I'd live with you
while Sybbie's little,

and that we wouldn't
move out until she's older,

- would you mind?
- I should be delighted.

And I know it's what Sybil would want.

I think you're right.

Tom says Robert's ready
to get behind the plan.

I'm glad.

So we'll be building a new kingdom
while we make our little prince.

I'm looking forward to both enormously

Right gentlemen. Time's up.

We're about to start again.

I hope I can count on you
not to laugh when I drop the ball.

You can always count on me.

I know that.

I didn't think it was possible
to love as much as I love you.

Matthew, hurry up!
You're keeping everyone waiting.

- I've got to go.
- Of course you have.

Tom seems to think
you might be coming round.

He's brought me round more like. But, yes.
All right.

Let's give it a go,
and see what the future brings.

Thank you.

Catch it!