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You mustn't make him wait forever.

I love him.

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

You say he'll let you keep her.

- That's not the problem.
- 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 can't 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're the owner of 3
Orchard Lane, Haughton-le-Skerne.

I am. I'm running it
as a bed and breakfast.

Among your guests was
a certain Dr Fletcher and his wife.

Yes, they were my first.

Very courteous and respectable,
I must say.

They're not as respectable
as you think.

Dr 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.

You may be called upon to testify.

- Ah. Oh, my God.
- Oh.

There is some concern that
Haughton-le-Skerne will be in the news,

as the site of a house of ill-repute.

A house of ill-repute?

I'm afraid
the rumour mill has already begun.

But there's a chance
that Doritt may settle out of court.

- I'll keep you informed.
- Thank you, sergeant.

Hello. What brings you here?

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 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.

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?

Can you buy one?

- Thank you.
- Sir.

"The 6th Marquess of Hexham, 39,
has died on holiday in Tangiers.

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've seen her face.
- It wasn't funny for Mrs Patmore.

- No, I'm not laughing, but...
- But you're laughing.

So, how many classes
will you be taking every week?

Well, five, to start with. Only
afternoons between half 2 and half 4.

What does Mr Carson say?

Haven't asked him yet.

Don't ask him. Tell him.

But suppose it doesn't work out?

Suppose I'm no good?

Of course I didn't know
they'd invited you. I'd have mentioned it.

Nobody's been rude to me as your son.
Why'd he want me at his wedding?

- Isn't it a good sign?
- I'm not sure what of.

- Amelia's influence.
- Ah.

Yes.

I think I agree.

She's 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 her and 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.

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.

I'm gonna 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, milady?
- The owner of Brancaster Castle,

where we all stayed last year
for the grouse.

Not me, milady.
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 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.

I 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.

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.

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?

Yes. He's coming down tomorrow
on the first leg of his trip to Tangiers.

- I've asked him here.
- Good.

- How is he?
- Sad.

He loved his cousin,
and it was all so quick.

The trouble is, they've buried him.
Bertie's not quite sure what to do.

That's ordinary,
it won't mean any disrespect.

No. But should they leave him there?

Surely the decision is down
to the new marquees. 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 he's the heir.
- He did tell me.

His cousin was in his 303 and they
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.

Was he a close relation?

Second cousin, once removed.

Nobody thought it was possible
he would ever inherit.

He seemed like
a nice young man to me.

- Getting nicer by the minute.
- With a real love of Brancaster.

Golly gum drops. What a turn up.

That's dinner.

If we're not too distracted to eat.

We'll all bow and curtsy to Edith.
You'll enjoy that, Mary.

Hardly. If Bertie really is Lord Hexham,
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 try-out, Mr Carson.
- Every day you'd leave at 2.

Be back by 5. So I could
serve dinner and luncheon.

- No lingering over the pudding.
- Mr Barrow is still here.

- Oh, don't we know it.
- If lunch does go on a bit,

there's still Andrew and Mr Barrow
and you to see to it.

What makes you think you'd be good?

I don't know exactly.
Perhaps because I want it so much.

There are 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.

How terrible. Poor Mrs Patmore.

- What an unlikely bawdy house madam.
- Mrs Patmore's secret career.

- 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.
- Well, I don't see why.

It's 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.

- Good night.
- Good night.

How are you feeling?

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

- Is your 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.
He's not obligated.

He wouldn't come here
if he changed his mind.

If anyone 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's 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.
- All? Heh.

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've done.

I'm not.

Tom.

I don't mean to pull rank, but 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 of you and Matthew?
You came from different poles.

Yes, but we were young and free.

- It's difficult the second time.
- Why?

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.

Never mind Marigold. She won't
make you happy. Henry Talbot will.

Oh, 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.

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.
- Isn't it up to Edith?

You say that because
after Tony Gillingham had gone,

you thought none of your daughters
would make a worthy marriage.

Now there's a chance,
and you can't give it up?

You haven't got children.
You don't understand.

No, I haven't had children, Robert.
As you so kindly remind me.

I do have a sense of decency.

How long are you planning to stay?
Your cold must have cleared up.

Don't fight. Nothing's gonna
get better by you two falling out.

Hello, Mr Pelham. I mean...

I'm Mr Pelham until the service.

But I wish
you'd call me Bertie anyway.

- What service will it be?
- Not a funeral.

I've decided not to disturb him.

I'll fetch his things
and settle his debts.

- 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.

That's the man you want to trick?

I'm going for a walk.

I agree.

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

Oh, I sympathise, of course.

But we both know
she's making a mistake.

Uh, one thing.

Don't forget that Mr Pelham is now
the Marquess of Hexham

- when you address him.
- I helped him unpack,

and he wishes to remain Mr Pelham
until his cousin's funeral.

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, chauffer 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 talked of going to the beach,
watching the fishermen bring 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.

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.

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.

You've talked of your mother,
but what other family do you have?

That's it. My father's dead, obviously.

There are no siblings.
It's just me and Mother. Heh.

You joked she was cock-a-hoop,

- but she must feel a certain pride.
- I wasn't joking,

but judge for yourselves.

You talk
as if we should be scared of her.

She makes Mr Squeers
look like Florence Nightingale.

Ladies, could 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 hap'orth?
- I'm sorry, Auntie Beryl.

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

What about the bookings?

- Cancelled.
- What? All of them?

One man wanted compensation.
For the ridicule.

Well, I hope you told him
what to 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'll 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...

Sixteen forty-two

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.

Of course things have changed.

I was in line for a quiet life.

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

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 so hard
not to be disappointing.

Well, 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 7th Marquess of Hexham weds
the daughter of the Earl of Grantham.

What could be more suitable?

Mother will be thrilled. Heh.

You talk of her a lot.

She has been
an important figure in my life.

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.
The tea will have started.

And the children will be down
in a minute.

Her husband has been bought off?

Well, he 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 laughing stock.

I did wonder about the idea
from the beginning.

You did not. It's exactly
what we're planning to do.

Clearly, we're going to have to be
a lot more careful than Mrs Patmore.

That's the front door, Mr Carson.

Ahem. I'll go.

That. And that.

Punch is terribly fierce.

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

- Heh. Or relations with the law.
- Take that. Take that. And that.

- Ow! You rascal.
- And that's the way to do it.

- Very good.
- Daddy!

Ahem, Mr Talbot.

Hello, Mr Talbot. Mary never told me
you were coming.

- I didn't know he was.
- The thing is,

I was driving down from Durham.
and realised

- I'd be passing the gates.
- What were you doing in Durham?

Oh, I was doing various car things.

We haven't seen you since Brooklands.
I hope you're coping with it all.

- Well, one doesn't have much choice.
- Did you know about this?

I said if he was coming from Durham,

- he'd be driving quite close.
- Don't think I'm amused.

- I dislike my hand being forced.
- No one's forcing anything.

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.
- 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.

- Terribly sorry.
- Thank you.

I'm on my way out there now, but I
wanna get things settled before I go.

Hmm. And are they settled?

I think so. They will be.

Then I envy you.

I would say Mr Talbot has
just miscalculated rather badly.

The struggle between
the monarchy and parliament...

Oh, that's it for today. Thank you.

Oh, yes. Some of you may like
to examine

these time charts that I've drawn up.

And tomorrow, we'll really begin
to make a start...

Would you...?

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

- Will you get off your high horse?
- Why are you interfering?

- I want you to be happy.
- You've got an 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.

- Have you brought a dinner jacket?
- Yes.

You are very well-equipped
to do your car things.

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

- I want to spend 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 to stand
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
and the man was in North Yorkshire.

What did you want him to do?
Pitch a tent?

He must have made some plan
for his journey back.

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.

Uh, 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. None of us thinks
it's a good idea.

Well, 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.
I'll make a last check.

How are you getting to Tangiers?
Is there a boat direct?

Actually, I'm flying.
For the first bit, anyway.

- What?
- I know.

- It does seem daring.
- I do not envy you.

Now the commercial airlines
are starting to operate,

I daresay we'll all be flying
hither and thither before too long.

Ha! I rather doubt that.

I like how 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.

I hope you know what you are doing.
She's quite a handful.

- Who's a handful?
- My beloved sister.

Well, she is beloved by me, anyway.

I like Bertie. I do.

- But when you see them together...
- Meaning?

If Henry were the new marquess,

no woman in England
wouldn't set her cap at him.

And 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
and I'm sorry.

I thought I could present my arguments
more effectively, clearly I was wrong.

I can't bear to be manoeuvred.

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 for lack of money is
the same as marrying 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.

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.

Won't you send me to bed happy?

Sounds like an indecent proposal.

I meant, give me your answer.

Let me go to Tangiers with a sense
that my tomorrows are 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.

There's no need for this.

Edith, if your news is good,
we are very happy for you both.

Aren't we, Mary?

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. Heh.

You don't know her.

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

- And you just can't stand it.
- 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?

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?

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...
- What? Lord Hexham is leaving?

He's leaving if he wants a taxi.
What's happened?

Where's Lady Edith?
Can't she drive him?

Don't bother about it, Mrs Hughes.
I'll sort it out.

- Very good, milord.
- Mrs Hughes, how is Mrs Patmore?

She's still very upset, milady.
But there's nothing to be done.

- Is this about her B and B going down?
- Don't be flippant.

Why don't we pay her a visit?
Have tea there and let people see us.

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?

The local papers. 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.

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 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 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.

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 honour
of your family. Of course.

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 like

I can 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...

...and now I've thrown it all away.

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.

Well, you got what you wanted.

Bertie's left 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 never told him.

- How was I to know?
- 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.

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 scissors.

- But you're going out.
- I left my workbox downstairs,

- but you're welcome to take them.
- Where 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?
- Hmm.

- 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.
Thomas made you feel bad, or Papa,

or maybe it's just the same old Mary
who wants her cake and hate me 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!

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...
- Don't demean yourself

by trying to justify your venom.
Just go.

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, milord,
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 was just it, milord.

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.
- 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.

- Milord?
- Mrs Patmore is loyal to this house

and now this house
must be loyal to her.

She made an investment in her future.
We can't let it fall away to nothing.

I'll go now, if I may?

We'll see you on Friday.

Are you sure, milord?

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?

What would their parents say?

Why not tell them? Then they won't
have to find out, will they?

Mr Barrow is 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 made of his.

I should go back.

- Is something wrong?
- I hope not.

- Does Mrs Hughes...?
- Have you seen Mr Barrow?

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,
tell no one else what you've seen.

- I wish I'd gone with them now.
- With who?

Mr Molesley and Ms Baxter.

- Well, go, then. I can manage.
- I'll be too late, though.

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.

- Are you in a rush?
- Not particularly, why?

I need you to come with me.
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.

- 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.

Might have come round about Marigold.
In fact, I'm sure he would have 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?
- Carson's seeing to that.

Right, here goes.

- I hate to think he was so unhappy.
- At least he's not gone too far.

Maybe one of you
will run the country one day.

That's daft, sir.
Only toffs run the country.

No. No, you see,
you must never think

that education is only for special
people, for clever people, for toffs.

Education is for everyone.

- You would say that, sir?
- Yes, but I'm not anyone special.

- You're a teacher.
- 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 mum'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 we all know why.

- Do we have to do this?
- Yes. I really think...

Carson, what's happened?
Where are the footmen?

That is something
I need to discuss with you, milord.

Thomas has cut his wrists?

- I'm afraid so, milord.
- God in heaven. Who knows?

Not many and I should like
to keep it that way.

I shall say that he's ill
with influenza.

Carson, please don't bother
with serving our tea.

With your permission, milady.

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.

Oh, we've kept him out of the hospital.
Dr Clarkson stitched him up here.

- He says Ms Baxter found him in time.
- I'll go up in a minute.

I saw Dr Clarkson leaving
when I got back, what's he doing here?

Mr Barrow has been taken poorly.
He'll spend a day or two in bed.

Anna and Ms 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.

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?

I'm glad, though.
You're a kind man, Mr Molesley,

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

He'll recover, milady.
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 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.
- Long as you're sure...

I am sure!

I apologise.

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

Of course, milady.

- 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, and 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 Ms Jones
coming today?

- Five. For tea.
- Do we know her real name yet?

She only writes as Cassandra Jones,
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.

She wants more money, which is fair,
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.

May we come in?

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.

- Mr Carson's told them you've got...
- Flu. I know.

Beg your pardon, milady.

We're going, Barrow,

and I hope things improve for you.
I really do.

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

- Goodbye, Mr Barrow.
- Goodbye, Master George.

So today's the big day.

- 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.
- How will the village know?

Oh, Lucy's seen to that.

We've got the man
from the Echo coming at 5.

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

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've been a few
adulterers sat at the table upstairs.

- That is different.
- Why?

To say nothing of a suicidal footman
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 appreciate it. Thank you.

- Was everything all right at home?
- Well, no, not really.

Spratt has gone away.

- Tell him you were coming back?
- Good butler shouldn't 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 around.
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.

Hmm.

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 practise, every trial.

- I cannot do it.
- Does he know this?

He'd feel 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

when 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.

Well, there is something else.

And what is that, pray?

I believe in love.

I mean, brilliant careers,

rich lives,

are seldom lived without

just an element of love.

Oh, Granny. You do surprise me.

Oh, I am glad.

So climbing all those stairs
wasn't wasted?

No, I would only say this:

First...

...make peace with your sister.

And then...

...make peace with yourself.

Oh, Mary.

- Is Granny coming back for dinner?
- She didn't say so.

She goes without telling us
and returns without seeing us.

We're in the doghouse.
How hard is that to understand?

- Now let's go.
- Sure you don't wanna come?

Quite sure. You don't need me.
You're enough of a headline.

And you certainly don't need me.

Uh, milord, I wonder
if I might have a word.

- What is it?
- With your permission,

I'd like to tell Mr Barrow he can stay
for the time being, at any rate.

- It'd take a weight off his mind.
- That's a relief.

- I was going to suggest the same thing.
- Were you, milord?

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

I'll 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?
- Ms Jones has arrived, Lady Edith.

- Why the mysterious face?
- You'd better go in.

Ah, Edith. So this, it turns out,

is Ms 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.

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.

Oh.

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?

Five o'clock, milady.

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.

- Well?
- Well what?

Mary, last time I saw you, you threw
me out for saying 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.

Your words have made my heart pound,
I'm surprised you can't hear it.

I can barely breathe,
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.

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.

Oh, darling.

Thank God for you.

So, what do we do now?

- Elope to Gretna Green?
- I have a confession.

When I came last, I brought a licence
so we could marry at once.

Doesn't the Archbishop of Canterbury
need to agree?

- Not if you specify the Church.
- 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.

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

God, no. I've done that.

Then will you?

Hmm, tsk.

Well, I suppose I've come this far.

Oh...

Uh, give it a moment, Mr Molesley.

Better give it a moment.

If you're ready, milord. Milady?

- But we must have Mrs Patmore.
- Of course.

- No, no. You don't want me.
- I insist.

A picture to mark our gratitude

for a marvellous tea.

Are we ready?

Three, two, one.

- You haven't cheated?
- As God as my witness,

haven't set eyes on her since yesterday.
I even had breakfast in my room.

That was Carson.

He won'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?

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.

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 talked about Larry.
- Really? Was it productive?

Rather depends on him.

- But surely, she...
- The ball is in Larry's court,

Lord Merton, only he can play it.

Hm.

Those whom God
have joined together,

let no man put asunder.

Forasmuch as Henry and Mary

have consented together
in holy wedlock,

and have witnessed the same
before God and this company,

and there too 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.

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.

Surprises of the most mixed variety.

A surprise is a surprise, Mama.

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

Got you.

Tag. Tag.