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Telegram for Lady Edith.

I don't want to disturb you.

Don't be silly. You couldn't disturb me.

Thank you, Baxter.

I wouldn't have bothered you but...

I wish you'd stop talking like that and move back in.

I only came to tell you, Edith's about to receive some very bad news.

What? How do you know?

Her editor's on his way to see her this afternoon.

I'm afraid it's what we've been waiting for.

However much you expect it,

it's still painful when it arrives.

And you don't think it's good news?

If it were, he'd have telephoned.

When you see Madge, you'd better warn her.

- Are you all set for tomorrow? - What's this?

I'm going to see the cottage again.

After that, I've got to make up me mind.

Mrs Hughes is coming with me.

I'll leave you to it.

What's it like, this cottage?

I don't know. You can ask me after tomorrow,

unless you want to come with us?

She wouldn't want me.

You know that's not true.

It'd be good to bury the memorial business.

See what she says but don't force her.

Well, of course it's terrible,

but what did she think he was doing? Living in a tree?

You mustn't make jokes, m'lady.

Only in here.

I'll be as solemn as a church when I go down.

No, I am sorry. Truly.

He was a nice man. Though what he saw in Edith, I...

Goodness! The York and Ainsty are holding a point-to-point

at Canningford Grange on Saturday.

And Mr Blake has persuaded Lord Gillingham

they should ride in it.

I thought you had to follow the hunt to be eligible?

They've both been out with the York and Ainsty,

I'm sure they've wangled it.

I might join them.

Are ladies allowed to race with the gentlemen?

They changed it just before the war.

Papa thinks it terribly fast.

Do they want to stay at Downton?

Mr Blake and Lord Gillingham?

They want to meet at Canningford and then come here that night.

Golly.

Why would his lordship come to Downton after you've broken it off?

Because he still won't accept that I know my own mind.

Anna, do you think I'm looking rather frumpy?

- Certainly not, m'lady. - Hmm.

I'm tempted to remind them of what they're missing.

You'd never be that heartless.

Well, Shrimpie says he's narrowing the list

of possibilities.

And he thinks he'll track her down before long.

Are you going to tell the Prince?

I think I should, don't you?

Would you like me to come?

No, I'll go alone this time.

Oh. I'm ever so sorry, m'lady. I didn't know you had company.

This is Mrs Crawley, my cousin.

- You'll find she's a frequent visitor. - Good day, madam.

Hello.

Denker is my new maid.

She is trying to find her way around.

Did you have a question, Denker?

It can wait, m'lady.

Well, I was going to ask you about the luggage

and which cases you prefer when you travel.

Well, I don't travel much these days.

Why don't you ask Spratt? He'll help you.

Oh, he'll help me, will he?

That's good to know.

If you'll excuse me.

Honestly, Mr Barrow, you should take some time off and have a rest.

- You look dreadful. - I am perfectly fine, thank you.

- I have never felt better. - You've never looked worse.

Since you are indifferent to my opinions, Mr Bates,

it's only fitting I am indifferent to yours.

I'm just nipping to the cottage. I've left my button box there.

Oh, that's Lady Mary, Anna.

She must want something before lunch.

You go. I'll fetch it.

Would you? Thank you.

Do we know when he'll get here?

Later this afternoon.

I should have some drawings for you all to look at before too long.

What sort of drawings?

Ideas for how we could renovate the run-down houses in the village.

Why is there such a building spurt?

Because the war showed how half the population were very badly housed.

They were shocked by how unhealthy some of the new recruits were.

"You cannot expect to get an A1 population out of C3 homes."

- Who said that? - I think it was on a poster.

I heard from Charles today.

He and Tony are competing in the point-to-point

at Canningford on Saturday.

- Atticus was talking about that. - Atticus?

Atticus Aldridge. The chap I met in York.

- Has he become a friend? - Yes, he has, rather.

His parents, the Sinderbys, have bought Canningford Grange.

And now they're wooing the county. Lord Sinderby is rich, isn't he?

Who'd take it on if they weren't?

Well, why don't we all go and make a day of it?

Yes, we can ask Granny and Isobel, and take the children.

Shall I tell Charles they can stay here?

Of course, if you want them to.

When this fellow arrives,

it would be nice if you could leave Edith and me to see him on our own.

This must be it.

Ah.

Really, m'lady? You do surprise me.

I hope your standards are not so high

as to prevent you remaining in my employment, Denker.

No, not at all. Not as high as that, m'lady.

Where's the...

Where's the knocker?

You stay here.

I've shown him into the Drawing Room, but I'm afraid

it is as we feared.

I am sorry.

His lordship's with them now.

- He's here, then? - Yes, and it's not looking hopeful.

Oh, dear.

Mrs Hughes says you want to come with us tomorrow.

Only if you wouldn't mind.

- This is the olive branch, I suppose? - If it's too much trouble...

No, no, no.

You can buy the tea.

Mr Carson wants to see the cottage.

He wants you to forgive him.

- Why don't you come, too? - I've got work to do.

You seem to be working harder than when Miss Bunting was around.

I am working harder. I'm determined not to let her down.

Some tea?

I can just about make tea.

How did you find me?

Rose gave me your address.

And you came alone to this part of the city?

Huh. I was accompanied by my maid. She is waiting outside.

How wonderful to be back in a world

where ladies are accompanied by their maids.

Why didn't your son provide you with a car?

Oh, he would have done, I...

I just didn't choose

to tell him where I was coming.

It's not our first secret assignation.

I always feel more comfortable

leaving the past in the past.

Then why have you come?

Because Rose's father, Lord Flintshire,

thinks he's close to finding the Princess.

She's alive, then?

She was alive when she left Russia. That they know.

They think she was put on a boat headed for Hong Kong.

He'll know more soon.

I wanted you from the moment I first saw you.

More than mortal man ever wanted woman.

That is an historical detail.

Nonsense.

If Irina were dead,

I would ask you to run away with me now.

You can't run away

when there's no one left to run away from.

I loved you more than I love her.

Even today.

Even this afternoon.

Please don't.

Why not, if it's true?

Because you make it sound as if we were both unhappy.

And I don't believe you were and I certainly was not.

You wouldn't admit it if it were true.

You think to be unhappy in a marriage

is ill-bred.

You do know me, Igor,

that I must concede.

Yes.

- Who was that? - Sergeant Willis.

He wants to come back with that man from Scotland Yard.

I don't like the sound of it.

Is it to see Mr Bates again?

Well, that's the funny thing. He wants to see Miss Baxter this time.

Miss Baxter?

- What's she got to say about it? - Search me.

When are they coming?

Tomorrow morning.

I hope they don't stay all day or we'll miss our appointment.

He's gone.

Didn't he want some tea?

I offered him tea, dinner and a bed for the night but he had to get back.

Gregson's dead, I'm afraid.

How terrible that is to hear.

And was it this Herr Hitler?

Apparently.

At least, his gang of thugs.

During the so-called Bierkeller Putsch in Munich.

It took days for the police to get the city back under control

and by then any trace of Gregson was buried.

They've found him now, of course.

Or what's left of him.

It's too horrible to think about.

At least they've locked Hitler up for five long years.

Coombs says he won't serve five years or anything like it.

There is another thing.

Edith inherits Gregson's publishing company.

I think I expected that.

I hope somehow it helps her get through this.

It was very generous of him.

I suppose they loved each other.

Oh, poor Edith. How is she taking it?

Hard to say.

It wasn't a surprise, of course,

but there's always a shred of hope, isn't there?

- Shall I go and see her? - She's gone for a walk.

She wanted to be on her own.

I'm sorry, m'lady. I'm afraid it is not convenient just now.

I only want a moment.

As I said, it's not convenient.

- What's this? - I don't want her to come in.

Well, there's no need to be rude!

Of course not.

Well, she's not coming in and that's flat.

I'm trying to bring her round but I wish you hadn't jumped the gun.

I know.

But I had some bad news today and I needed to see her.

You mean, you were right about Marigold's father?

I'm very sorry to hear it.

But if you could just give me some time...

I don't have time, Mr Drewe.

Of course, I'm sorry. But let's face it, he's been dead

for over a year.

That's when he went missing.

Yes, but he didn't die for Lady Edith until this afternoon.

That's what matters, isn't it?

I suppose so.

What are you studying now, Daisy?

The War of the Spanish Succession.

Oh!

As a matter of fact, I'm very...

Very what, Mr Molesley?

Oh, never mind.

I'm sorry to disturb, your ladyship...

What is it, Spratt?

We are having rather a problem with Miss Denker.

She does not seem to grasp the laundry arrangements here.

She wants it all to go to the big house. Even the smaller items...

You are losing your sense of the appropriate, Spratt.

You are losing your sense of occasion.

But she's back there in the kitchen now,

shouting at the top of her voice and refusing to wash your things!

Well, I am sure this is all very interesting to Mrs Crawley.

I am sorry, m'lady, but I can't help it. May I send her in?

- I do apologise. - Oh, don't. I'm enjoying it immensely.

Ah, that's what I was afraid of.

Are you going to the picnic at Canningford Grange

on Saturday?

Well, I think I might.

Oh, I'm glad, because...

No, never mind.

What were you going to say?

Only that I've asked Lord Merton to tea tomorrow.

Have you decided at last?

Yes, I think so.

- Oh! - But please don't pester me.

I'll let you know on Saturday.

I am having rather a problem with Mr Spratt, m'lady.

I do not know if Miss Collins pandered to him

but he seems to have no knowledge of the proper role of a lady's maid!

Well, we all pander to Spratt in this house, Denker.

He rules us with a rod of iron.

All except me, m'lady.

But I see you have company so we will discuss this

at some other time.

And you wonder why I have neither lady's maid nor butler.

When I've done these, I might go back to the cottage and read until our dinner.

Madge says Lady Edith is dreadfully cut up

and it's extra hard because he was killed so long ago.

And I suppose she can't expect the whole household

to go into mourning when he was no relation and he's been dead for so long.

Will you please tell me what is the matter?

I couldn't find your button box.

I'd forgotten all about it.

Oh, well, never mind. It'll turn up.

I did look.

I'm sure you did.

I looked in all the cupboards.

And I found some other things.

- Oh, yes? - Yes.

I found a book by Marie Stopes

and a box containing a cunning piece of equipment

to ensure there would be no Baby Bates.

And I'm supposed to applaud your poking around in my things, am I?

Now just a minute,

it is not for you to be angry with me. It is for me

-to be angry with you. - How do you make that out?

You tell me you are longing for a child.

That it's in the hands of God.

But you seem to have put it in the very practised hands of Miss Stopes.

You're wrong.

- It's not like that. - Then what is it like?

Come in, Lily.

I'll leave these on the table for you.

Ah, Daisy, there you are.

I wondered if you'd like to borrow this?

The fifth volume of The Cambridge Modern History.

My Dad gave me the whole set for my 40th birthday.

I don't know. I've got so many books already.

Don't be churlish, Daisy. Mr Molesley's offering to lend you

one of his prized possessions.

There's a good chapter on the war

and politics in Queen Anne's reign.

Of course, if it's not interesting to you, I'd quite understand.

No, I will look at it. Thank you.

He's very kind, you know.

We should always be polite to people who are kind.

There's not much of it about!

- What have you told Bates? - Nothing.

And he hasn't asked why you're sleeping in here?

Certainly not.

I wondered if you might like to change your mind and come back.

You heard Mr Bricker say he was not in my room by my invitation.

How do I know that wasn't just his gallantry?

Because I'm telling you.

Nothing happened.

I'll tell you what did happen.

You allowed him into your private life.

A man who thought he could step into my place, just like that.

He thought it and he was mistaken.

Very well,

if you can honestly say you have never let a flirtation get out of hand since we married,

if you have never given a woman the wrong impression,

then by all means, stay away.

Otherwise, I expect you back in my room tonight.

But why me?

What have I got to do with it? I wasn't even working here

-when Mr Green first came. - That's right.

- She only came... - Thank you, Mrs Hughes.

Even so, we understand you have some information

concerning Mr and Mrs Bates.

What information?

That's what we hope you'll tell us.

I want to talk about your past, Miss Baxter. Would you prefer we were alone?

I don't think I can allow you to question a maid in this house

-without my being present. - Miss Baxter?

- Let her stay. - Very well.

When you served your prison sentence for theft...

- What? -...they released you after three years,

leaving the remaining two years

-to lie on the books. - Yes.

You know that if you break the terms of your release,

we can return you to prison without a trial?

- That seems very... - Mrs Hughes!

One more interruption and I will ask you to leave.

You think I know more than I do. I believe there was an incident

when Mr Green was staying here.

And there may have been a journey to London that no one knew about.

But I couldn't swear to any of it.

Not even whether it was Mr Bates who made the journey?

Not even that.

Thanks for your help, Miss Baxter.

Who told you I knew anything?

- We had a letter. - From whom?

Good day, Mrs Hughes.

I am going to ask one question.

Does her ladyship know your story?

Yes.

She knows everything.

Then we'll say no more about it.

Come and see these.

Oh, yes. This is just the kind of work we're looking for, isn't it?

- I knew you'd say that. - Why?

They'd cost the most.

- What about these designs? - They'd be much cheaper.

And much nastier.

But a lot of the renovated cottages will be occupied

by lifetime tenants.

We'd have no real income from them for 20 years.

So instead of Mr Wavell's horrid houses, we'll make our own.

Tom's just trying to protect the estate.

What's the matter, darling?

She's terribly listless. I wonder if she's picked up a germ?

She'd have eaten a dead squirrel or something equally fell.

She's quite fat. Perhaps she's pregnant.

No, she can't be.

So, what do we say about these drawings?

I suppose we should go for the cheaper option, but it's a shame.

Anyway, I must fly. I've got an appointment in York in an hour.

Mrs Hughes, have you seen Miss Baxter?

It's not like you to seek Miss Baxter's company.

I'm serious, Mrs Hughes.

It's all right.

- I heard. - Can I talk with you, please?

Come in here.

I'm sorry about this.

Go on. I can take it.

God in heaven.

I thought it would pass,

but it just keeps getting worse.

- I can't sleep. - I'm not surprised.

Help me.

You were always asking if I need help. Well, now's your chance.

I don't know what to do.

We're going to the doctor. Now.

And we'll show him the syringe

and the liquid you've injected,

all the pills you've been taking, all of it.

Follow me down in five minutes and we'll meet by the back door.

And bring everything with you. Do you understand?

I've done something that I shouldn't have.

If you knew what it was, you wouldn't want to be part of this.

I know what it was. Now, come down in five minutes.

Oh!

It is wonderful on you, m'lady.

I hope so. My father will explode.

Mais superbe..

Thank you.

You've made me feel very strong.

Does this cover it?

M'lady is very generous.

At least she can carry it off.

Most of them look like bald monkeys.

All done.'.

And it won't trouble him further?

As long as he stops poisoning himself.

You've had a look at the things he brought, then?

You've been injecting yourself with a solution of saline.

That's not harmful, though, is it?

It obviously wasn't sterilised.

Repeated injections would cause fever and abscesses at the site.

I assume this is a course of treatment you've spent money on?

Yes, a lot of money.

I went to London for what they call electrotherapy

and the pills and injections

were supposed to continue the process.

The purpose of which was?

To change me.

To make me more like other people.

Other men.

Well, I'll not be coy and pretend I don't understand.

Nor do I blame you.

But there is no drug,

no electric shock, that will achieve what you want.

You mean, I've been taken for a mug.

My advice to you, Thomas,

would be to accept the burden that chance has seen fit to lay upon you

and to fashion as good a life as you're able.

Remember,

harsh reality is always better than false hope.

Well, that'll give you a good laugh.

It won't.

And I don't expect you to understand

but I think it shows you to be a very brave person.

What?

To inflict such pain on yourself to achieve your goal.

Think what you could do in this world if you just set your mind to it.

You're daft. You know that?

I must telephone Atticus to warn him that we're all coming.

Why don't you ask him for dinner tonight, if he's free?

Could I?

I mean, just as a friend.

Oh. Just as a friend. Absolutely.

I wish Isis would perk up.

I might ask Stapeley to have a look at her.

It can't hurt.

MRS HUGHES“. I think it's very nice, very solid.

I hope it is solid, at this price.

What's the kitchen like?

Oh, not quite the scale you're used to.

Well, I wouldn't mind. It'd be my own.

I could live here later when I stopped working.

There's only one flight of stairs,

so I'm sure I could manage that, no matter how old I get.

Oh, an outside privy, I see. That'll bring back memories.

Well, Lord knows, I've seen one of them before.

Well, happen I could change things round when I move in.

I'm sure you could.

Well, that's it. I'm going to take it.

Now, if you'll come outside,

I'll take the key back and give him my answer.

I envy her.

You ever thought about your life in retirement?

Who says I'll live to retire?

Is everybody ready?

- What is this? - It's my cousin Mary.

She says she's got a surprise for us.

- You'll love her. - I intend to love everybody.

Ready or not, I'm coming in.

Pola Negri comes to Yorkshire!

Well, we really are living in the modern world.

Golly, I'm jealous.

Mary, this is Atticus Aldridge.

At last, Mr Aldridge.

- Rose has talked of nothing else. - Oh, she's only teasing.

Can't I take it as a compliment?

Granny? What do you think?

Oh. It is you.

I thought it was a man wearing your clothes.

It suits you.

Papa? Do you agree?

It's certainly just the sort of thing I would expect of you.

- I suppose you disapprove? - Not especially.

I am just amazed that even you

would choose the day after I learn the man I love is dead

to try out a new fashion.

I don't believe that's quite fair.

And if that weren't enough, you've planned a jolly picnic for Saturday.

Am I really expected to join in?

Hopefully not, as you usually spoil everything.

Yes, I do.

It seems I do.

Goodnight, Mama. I'll have a tray in my room.

I'm sorry, Mr Aldridge, but you might as well know what we're like.

Poor darling. She's so unhappy.

But she hasn't clapped eyes on him for years.

She must have known long ago he was dead. We all did.

- But should we go on Saturday? - Please don't cancel.

Well, Rose and I are going, whether you're coming or not.

Maybe it would be good for her to have a bit of time on her own to think.

Oh, all this endless thinking.

It's very overrated.

- Oh, Aunt Violet, I do love you. - I blame the war.

Before 1914, nobody thought about anything at all.

But what would I want with such a thing?

I'll tell you.

It's quite simple.

To avoid bearing my child.

How can you believe that?

When it's all I've ever dreamed of?

Because you think I'm a murderer.

What are you saying?

- We know how Vera died. - Not Vera.

Mr Green.

How long have you known it was him?

I've known since the first day I heard it had happened.

You can't have.

You may have suspected but you didn't know.

I knew when he came back.

I knew when he said he went down to the kitchens

during the concert.

And I kept telling myself you didn't know, so it couldn't have been you.

Who'd killed him, you mean?

I wanted to.

I was going to.

I went into York very early

and I bought a return ticket to London.

I planned to get there and back in the same day.

I went onto the platform

but I never got onto the train.

Why not?

Because I knew

if I saw him,

I would have killed him.

And if I killed him, I would hang.

And I couldn't do that to you.

Thank God.

The next day, when I heard what happened, it was like

the hand of Fate.

I had the ticket in my coat pocket,

- like a talisman. - What for?

Because if I'd have travelled,

I would've handed in both halves.

The fact that it was in my pocket, untorn, was proof that I never travelled.

Which is why you were so angry when I gave it to Mrs Hughes?

If the clerk in York remembers selling me a return ticket to London,

I'm a dead man.

Why are you smiling?

Because you're innocent.

I have lived in such fear,

in such trembling.

And all the while I couldn't tell you why.

And now I'm just so happy.

Mad as it sounds,

I am so happy.

What do you make of Lady Mary's hair?

They were all talking about it.

I hope she comes down to show us.

Miss Bunting loved the new hairstyles.

She said women were being set free.

I'm sorry Miss Bunting has gone.

She gave me such confidence.

She'd tell me how sharp I was,

-how quick. - I agree with her.

It's harder on your own.

Harder to believe.

Oh?

Could I help?

Not with mathematics, probably,

but I know a bit about history and I've read a few books.

How old were you when you left school?

Twelve.

It were a shame, really. I was quite bright.

And my Dad wanted me to stay on.

He thought I could be a teacher,

if that doesn't make you laugh.

But of course, he couldn't manage it. We had no money, you see.

And then my mother got ill

and so I had to earn as soon as I could.

Why don't you take Matric now?

No, I've missed it.

But I'd like to help.

Make sure somebody got away.

Mrs Hughes,

do you remember that overcoat I gave you

for the refugees, when we were in London for Lady Rose's ball?

I do. They were very glad of it.

It sounds mad, I know, but did you find a ticket in it?

In the pocket?

Of course,

-you won't remember. - No, I do.

I did find one.

A return to London.

That's it.

You see,

Mr Bates does know that it was Mr Green.

Oh, my Lord.

But he didn't do it, Mrs Hughes. I know that now.

And if we had that ticket, we could prove it.

We could prove that he never went to London.

I don't understand.

- How? - Because it wasn't torn.

Of course, you threw it out.

- Why wouldn't you? - I must have done.

- I'm so sorry. - It's not your fault.

It's mine.

I gave it away.

I gave away the proof of my husband's innocence.

Whoa.

Well, I think you are very brave.

Brave? I'm petrified.

I don't even know the horse I'm riding.

- How long is the course? - Three miles.

Twice round a course of a mile and a half,

to sort of where you can see that steeple,

-over there. - Hmm.

Well, hello.

What on earth are you doing here?

What do you think? Riding a point-to-point.

Won't someone introduce us?

Miss Mabel Lane Fox, Lord Grantham.

Where are you staying?

Last night I was with the Lawsons at Brough but they're away tonight,

so I'll head back to London.

What a trek. You'll be exhausted.

You're perfectly welcome to stay with us. Lord Gillingham and Mr Blake will be there.

Have you brought enough clothes?

- Oh, I think so. - I know so.

What's this? Where have you been?

Mr Aldridge and I fixed it last night.

- His nice parents let me change at the house. - I do wish you'd call me Atticus.

I must say, I admire you.

It'd be a poor show not to ride at our own event.

Quite right. I shall cheer you on.

What about you? When did you decide to ride?

Yesterday, when I was having my hair

-done in York. - What about a horse?

Stephen rode Trumpeter over this morning.

They're down by the starting post.

This really does seem like too much of a coincidence.

Are you stalking me?

I shall ignore that, as I'd hate to think of you as a vain man.

Well, you certainly know how to surprise.

That sounds like a compliment. I must say hello to Charles.

Well done.

You seem to have got things off to a good start.

What would you have done if Lady Grantham hadn't asked me to stay?

I'd have suggested it myself.

I thought you'd gone with them.

No, I've a lot to do. And to be honest, it's not really my thing.

Are you going out again?

No, I've a new tenancy contract to check,

and I want to go through the figures for the repair shop.

You see, I'm going away.

- I didn't know that. - No.

Well, I haven't told anybody.

I don't understand.

You don't have to.

But when they get back, tell them my mind was made up

and I wasn't hysterical or anything.

And give them my love.

Oh, God, Edith, won't you wait and talk to them about it?

If I talked to anyone, it'd be you.

- Then talk to me, please. - I can't.

But good luck.

You're a fine man, Tom.

You mustn't let them flatten that out of you.

Won't you tell me where you're going?

Or can't I at least drive you somewhere?

No,

but I will take one of the cars to the station

and leave the keys with the Station Master.

- I just wish... - I can't stay, Tom.

Not if I'm ever going to be happy at all.

It's lunacy! You've lost your mind!

- Tell her. - It's true.

- Marigold's her daughter. - It's a lie!

I don't know what she's holding over you,

but you can't let her get away with it!

I have a copy of her birth certificate.

It's in French but you can read my name

-clearly enough. - Which was brave of you.

My aunt wanted me to use a false one

-but I knew I might need proof. - Give that to me!

I have others.

- You've cooked this up between you! - That's enough.

We've nothing formal that gives us any claim over her.

- Only a note from her dying father! - Which I wrote!

How could you do this?

I'm your wife, yet you have lied

and cheated and used me shamefully!

If you'd have taken a mistress, you couldn't have been more false!

Mrs Drewe, I know you don't want to hear this

but I'm very grateful.

No, I don't bloody want to hear it!

- Fetch her things. - I will not!

Then don't.

- No!No! - No!

- Oh, baby, no! - There we go.

Wait! Just wait.

Wait, wait, wait.

She'll not sleep else.

Don't be afraid, my darling.

This nice lady is your new mummy

and she loves you more than anyone else could.

But don't you forget...

...that we love you, too.

Best of luck.

Let me not fall in front of Rose.

I'm glad her opinion matters.

I'd rather not look a fool quite yet. She can discover it gently.

I'm dying to ride astride.

- Why don't you? - Not if my grandmother's watching.

You surprise me.

You seem more than able to choose which laws to keep and which to break.

Don't be spiky, when I only want what you want.

Which is?

For you and Tony to walk into the sunset together.

I do resent you.

I resent your ability to take him off me.

When I know how to make him happy and I certainly love him more than you do.

- I think that's all true. - Then why turn up

looking like a cross between a Vogue fashion plate and a case of dynamite?

Well, I can't make it too easy for him.

They're just about ready to go.

Can I have a look, Donk?

- Can you see Aunt Mary? - Yeah.

I think she's splendid.

I think she's cracked.

It's good to do some crazy things when you're young.

As long as you survive them.

Some do crazy things all their lives.

What answer did you give?

I'm going to tell them when we're all together.

You won't give me away?

You mean, you've accepted him?

I know you'll think me foolish

but I feel it's my last chance of a new adventure before I'm done.

Huh.

Well, now you've accepted him,

you'll hear no more argument from me.

Go, Atticus, go!

Tony!

You might have allowed her to be the first woman.

Nonsense. I don't believe in letting people win.

- Even if it's in your own interest? - Hmm.

You rode well.

If I make it across the finishing line at all it's a miracle, as far as I'm concerned.

Nonsense. You're a positive centaur.

You see? He's nearly there, if you'd just stop jerking his lead.

Well done, and thank God you're all back in one piece.

- Who's this? - These are my parents.

Mother, Father, this is Lord and Lady Grantham.

Lady Mary, you already know.

Lord Gillingham, Mabel Lane Fox, Charles Blake

and of course, Rose.

Lady Rose, how lovely to see you again.

Why don't you all come back to the house

- to bathe and change? - I'm going to leave it

until we get back to Downton, but thank you.

I can't tempt you to stay for dinner?

Not today, when we're covered in dust. Why don't you all come to Downton

tomorrow for dinner?

That seems rather an imposition.

- Not at all. - Then we'd be delighted.

You haven't met my mother-in-law and our cousin,

- Mrs Crawley. - Good afternoon.

If the parents of Rose's young man are coming for dinner,

things must be more advanced then I realised.

He seems a nice boy

and it's not like the Catholics, is it? I mean, she won't be expected to convert?

Con... Convert to what?

Judaism.

I read in an article Lord Sinderby

is a leading figure in the Jewish community.

There's always something, isn't there?

What do you mean, gone?

She's gone. She didn't say where.

But I doubt it's to Lady Rosamund's.

Why?

Of course she was very upset about Gregson. But why run off?

I think I'll slip away, Carson. Is the car still outside?

They're just unloading it now, m'lady.

- I'll come and... - No, you stay here. I can manage.

- Would you take those two down? - Yes.

Whose cases are these?

Lady Mary's. For her riding things.

Home, please, can you first stop at Yew Tree Farm?

Yes, m'lady.

Lady Edith has taken off.

- What do you mean? - She's gone.

She left her car at the station.

Mr Branson's walking down there now to pick it up.

Oh, it must have been the news from Germany.

Poor thing.

Well, I ought to go and ring the gong.

Mmm.

Mrs Hughes, may I make a suggestion

that I think you'll find a strange one

-but I ask that you consider nonetheless? - Heavens.

I'm all agog.

Do you think that we should, um...

...invest in a property together?

What on earth do you mean?

I was thinking, if Mrs Patmore can do it,

then we might buy somewhere jointly,

as a business venture, mind,

spruce it up and share the rental income.

We'd have a tidy sum by the time we retired.

Go and ring that gong.

- Well, so the birds have flown? - I won't say anything about it, your ladyship.

Not to anyone.

Nor will she.

Do you know where she's gone?

No.

Well, thank you so much, Mr Drewe, Mrs Drewe.

I mustn't take up any more of your valuable time.

They'll bring a cot for the youngun, madam.

Just ring down if there's anything else.

I will do. Thank you.

Oh.

Thank you.

Well, we're together, darling.

And I know it's not ideal

but it's such an improvement on being apart

that I think we should celebrate.

I'll order ice cream

and a glass of Champagne

and we'll be as jolly as you like.

Yes.