(sighs)
That's the last of the equipment gone.
The maids have put the drawing room back to normal.
I'm walking down to the village.
I want to have a word with Travis.
You know that Richard will be here any moment.
That's why I'm telling you. Give him my excuses.
I'll see him at dinner.
Is there any news on the Bates situation?
Not that I'm aware of.
So you still want to keep him on?
Cora, Bates's wife has committed suicide.
It's very sad, of course,
but not, when I last looked, a reason to sack him.
They've taken the rest of the beds.
So that's the finish of it.
Not quite; we still have Matthew.
And I wanted to ask you, isn't it time he went home?
I see, you want to throw him out.
Robert...
I want him to learn to be as independent as he can.
And I want Mary to get on with her life.
What's wrong with that?
Is there something you're not telling me?
What do you mean? About Mary.
And Matthew.
Some element you haven't told me?
Of course not.
You're being silly.
If thinking that trying to protect Mary
with a ring of steel is silly, then yes, I am very silly.
You shouldn't be doing that.
Let us hope the end of the war
brings the return of the footman, Mr. Crawley.
Do you think they will return?
I certainly hope so.
I'm sure Sir Richard can buy you a dozen when you get to Haxby.
ROBERT: Let me.
Oh, no, m'lord, I can manage.
The handle broke.
Aren't we feeding you?
They're from my mother's apple store.
She always loads me up.
How's your boy doing?
Uh, Freddie?
Yes, Freddie.
He's doing very well.
I wrote to the headmaster of Ripon Grammar.
I said to look out for him.
That... that's so kind, m'lord.
I hope it works.
I don't really see why it should, but you never know.
I suppose you miss your husband very much.
Of course.
But I have Freddie,
and when you think of what some families have gone through.
I know.
Almost 30 dead on this estate alone.
And the Elcots down at Longway lost three out of four sons.
Mrs. Carter's only boy was killed
a month before the end of the war.
Poor William.
And then there's Matthew.
Do you ever wonder what it was all for?
I'd better go in, m'lord.
The train was late.
Welcome to the new world.
When a war is over, the first emotion is relief,
the second disappointment.
How sad.
But how true.
Come in and have some tea.
Will you miss the extra staff, Mrs. Patmore?
Not really.
When push comes to shove, I'd rather do it myself.
Though God knows what I'm to feed them on.
There's nothing out there to be had.
Oh, well.
The Lord tempers the wind to the shorn lamb.
What about you, Thomas?
How much longer will you stay?
Well, now the last of the invalids have gone, I suppose I'm finished.
I'll report to Major Clarkson,
but he won't be taking anyone on.
I suppose the hospital will revert
to the way it was before the war.
Where will you go?
What's it to you?
Where will you go?
I'll tell you where I'm going:
into business.
It's all set up.
Do you mean black market business?
Don't look so surprised.
I've found a dealer,
and as soon as I make the payment I'll have the supplies.
Where will you keep them?
I've got a shed in the village
and I'll get a banger to deliver the stuff.
I'll be well fixed as soon as word gets out.
You heard her.
There are shortages all around.
Isn't it dangerous?
I don't think so.
I don't think the police are bothered about rationing
now the war's over.
It won't last forever, but by the time it's done,
I should have enough to go into business properly.
So that's your future, settled as a plutocrat.
In the meantime, have you found somewhere to live?
Not yet, but there's no hurry.
I'm sure they won't object if I stop here for a week or two.
I shouldn't bet on it.
(gong sounds)
I nearly put out the new dinner jacket, m'lord,
but then Mr. Carson said the Dowager was dining here.
Quite right.
Mustn't frighten the horses.
By the way, her ladyship was asking
if there was any more news about Mrs. Bates.
I don't think so, m'lord.
They'd like to know why she did it,
but I don't suppose we ever shall.
You'd think she'd leave a note.
Perhaps it was a spur-of-the-moment decision.
Well, it can't have been, can it?
I mean, wouldn't she have to get hold of the stuff?
Please forgive me, I was thinking aloud.
We'll drop the subject.
CARLISLE: Anna?
It is Anna, isn't it?
Yes, sir.
I want to ask a favor of you.
Of me, Sir Richard?
You.
I've been waiting for you.
I wonder if you could step into my room for a moment?
You attend Lady Mary and her sisters, don't you?
In addition to your other duties?
I do, sir, yes.
You must be kept very busy.
I hope it's worth your while.
Because I would be very willing to increase your stipend.
If this is about coming with Lady Mary when you marry,
it's very good of you, sir, but you see, my fiancée, Mr. Bates,
works here and I don't think I...
No, it's not that.
Although it's a pity.
Lady Mary's very fond of you.
That's kind.
You see, I'm anxious to make Lady Mary happy.
Of course you are, sir.
And to that end, I feel I need to know
a great deal more about her than I do.
Our customs are so strange in this country.
A couple is hardly allowed a moment alone together
before they walk down the aisle.
I'm not sure I understand, sir.
I'd like to know more about her interests, where she goes,
whom she sees, what she says to them.
Excuse me, sir.
Do you mean you want me to give you a report
of Lady Mary's actions?
It will be extra work, but I'm happy to pay.
I'm sure, but I'm afraid I wouldn't have the time.
Thank you, sir.
It's your choice, of course.
I'd be grateful if you didn't mention this to Lady Mary.
I wouldn't want her to think I was checking up on her.
I nearly came down in a dinner jacket tonight.
VIOLET: Really?
Well, why not a dressing gown?
Or better still, pajamas?
That's why I didn't.
ISOBEL: I like the new fashions.
Shorter skirts,
looser cuts.
The old clothes were all very well
if one spent the day on a chaise longue,
but if one wants to get anything done,
the new clothes are much better.
I'll stick to the chaise longue.
But Granny, you don't really want things to go back
to the way they were, surely?
Of course I do,
and as quickly as possible.
What about you, Papa?
Before the war, I believed my life had value.
I suppose I should like to feel that again.
MARY: Have you seen the boy's haircuts
the women are wearing in Paris?
I hope you won't try that.
MARY: I might.
I'm not sure how feminine it is.
I'm not sure how feminine I am.
Very, I'm glad to say.
Carson, I keep forgetting to tell Mrs. Hughes
we've had a letter from Major Bryant's mother.
She and her husband are in Yorkshire on Friday
and she wants to pay us a visit.
Why?
The last time they saw him alive it was here.
I can understand.
Will they be staying, my lady?
No, but we'll give them luncheon.
That way they can talk about the Major
with all of us who knew him.
That lets me out, thank heaven.
You look very fine.
Everything I own is from my season before the war.
I'm trying to wear them out.
Where have you been all day?
Nowhere, I've just been busy.
I envy you.
I feel so flat after the rush and bustle
of the last two years.
They were sighing for the old days at dinner,
but all I could do was think about how much more I want
from life now than I did then.
Does this mean that you've made up your mind, at last?
No, not quite.
But almost.
CARSON: What do you mean, how did she say it?
Mr. and Mrs. Bryant are coming for luncheon on Friday.
How are things over at Haxby?
Oh, pretty good.
Building materials are in short supply, but Sir Richard knows
how to get around that.
I bet he does.
You should see some of the gadgets in the kitchens.
And the bathrooms.
Oh, goodness me.
They're like something out of a film with Theda Bara.
I'm surprised you know who Theda Bara is.
Oh, I get about, Mrs. Hughes. I get about.
But will you be happy there?
That's what I want to be sure of.
If you're asking whether I'll regret leaving Downton,
I will regret it every minute of every day.
I thought I would die here
and haunt it ever after.
Well, then...
You see, I think I can help her
in those early years when it's important to get it right.
And if I can help her, then I must.
I wish I could understand.
To me, Lady Mary is an uppity minx
who's the author of her own misfortunes.
You didn't know her when she was a child, Mrs. Hughes.
She was a guinea a minute then.
I remember once she came in here,
she can't have been more than four or five years old.
She said, "Mr. Carson, I've decided to run away
and I wonder if I might take some of the silver to sell."
"Well," I said.
"That could be awkward for his lordship.
Suppose I give you sixpence to spend in the village instead?"
"Very well," says she,
"but you must be sure to charge me interest."
(chuckles)
And did you?
She gave me a kiss in full payment.
Then she had the better bargain.
I wouldn't say that.
ANNA: There you are, Mrs. Hughes.
They said you were in here. Might I have a word?
Of course.
Shall we go to my room?
There's no reason Mr. Carson shouldn't hear it.
In fact, I think he probably should.
You see, I've had a request from Sir Richard
that you ought to know about.
You've done this before.
Bates, can I ask you something?
If I started to feel a tingling in my legs,
what do you think that might mean?
Have you told Dr. Clarkson?
Yes, he says it's an illusion.
A memory of a tingling or something.
But, I mean, I do know my back is broken.
I understand that I won't recover,
but I do keep feeling it.
Or I think I do.
I should wait and see.
If something is changing, it will make itself known.
Now, will that be all?
Yes, thank you.
Bates...
Please don't tell anyone.
I couldn't bear it if Miss Swire or mother or...
or anyone started to hope.
I won't say a thing.
Good night, sir.
Morning.
MRS. HUGHES: I don't know why I'm doing this.
I must be out of my mind.
Because you know it's my last chance.
Well, that's true.
They won't be back, not after this trip.
So what should I do?
Come to the house.
But stay outside in the game larder.
I'll leave some food there and a blanket,
and then I'll try and find a moment alone with Mrs. Bryant
and tell her about little Charlie.
And then, if she asks-- only if she asks, mind you--
I'll bring her out to see the child.
What about him?
If either of them are in the least interested,
it'll be the mother.
And do you think she'll help me?
She might.
Suppose she won't see him?
Then you're no worse off than you are already.
Look, I shouldn't be doing it.
So if you're not keen, then for heaven's sake,
let's forget all about it.
No.
I'll be there, I promise.
Doesn't it feel odd to have the rooms back?
And only us to sit in them.
I suppose we'll get used to it.
I don't want to get used to it.
What do you mean?
I know what it is to work now.
To have a full day, to be tired in a good way.
I don't want to start dress fittings
or paying calls or standing behind the guns.
But how does one escape all that?
I think I've found a way to escape.
Nothing too drastic, I hope.
It is drastic.
There's no going back once I've done it,
but that's what I want.
No going back.
I don't want to go back, either.
Then don't.
You're far nicer than you were before the war, you know.
O'BRIEN: Where did you get it all?
THOMAS: I told you, this bloke from Leeds.
Where did he get it?
Some's army surplus, some's from America.
And Ireland-- everywhere.
He's got contacts all over.
That's what I'm paying him for.
How much have you paid him?
A lot.
But I'm not worried.
I've taken nothing perishable.
This lot will last for months.
I'll be sold out long before any of it's gone off.
Starting with Mrs. Patmore.
But Carson, if you're abandoning me,
I think I deserve to know the reason why.
I do not believe that Sir Richard and I
would work well together.
But there must be more to it than that.
You knew what Sir Richard was like.
We were to educate him, together, you and I.
Wasn't that the plan?
Sir Richard offered Anna a sum of money
to report your activities to him.
Whom you saw, what you said.
He wanted her to spy on me?
Naturally, he used a different word.
Naturally.
And she refused?
She refused and she reported the offer to Mrs. Hughes and me.
Well, I wish she'd come to me first.
So, you mean you'd be uncomfortable
working for a spymaster?
How disappointing of you.
And I always thought you were fond of me.
CARLISLE: Ah, there you are.
What about a quick walk before dinner?
We ought to get changed first.
Will that be all, my lady?
Yes, Carson. Thank you.
I think that will be all.
Carson has decided not to come with us to Haxby.
Oh, I'm sorry.
Is there anything I can say to change your mind?
I'm afraid not, sir.
What a shame.
Not really.
Butlers will be two a penny now they're all back from the war.
I gather Carson
was looking for me.
Um, shall I go and find him, m'lord?
It's all right. Tell him I'll be in the dressing room.
Has he done the red wine, yet? It's over here, m'lord.
Ah.
I'm pleased.
It's a new one on me.
I had some at a dinner in London and ordered it.
Carson thought we might try it tonight.
Well, I'd better go up.
You made me sad yesterday.
Wondering what the war was for.
Oh, don't listen to me.
I'm a foolish man who's lost his way
and don't quite know how to find it again.
I'm terribly sorry.
Please try to forgive me.
I do forgive you.
Oh, Mr. Carson.
His lordship said you were looking for him.
And?
And well, I was to say that you'd find him
in the dressing room.
What's the matter with you?
Nothing.
CARSON: I wrestled with it, m'lord,
I don't mind admitting.
And I wanted to be there to help Lady Mary, and...
And protect her from Sir Richard.
Well, I wouldn't quite put it like that, but yes, I suppose.
Only...
Only you felt you couldn't work for a man who would offer a bribe?
That is correct, m'lord.
Are you quite sure you won't regret it?
I know how fond you are of Lady Mary.
But I couldn't work for a man that I don't respect.
And I certainly couldn't have left Downton for him.
I shall take that as a compliment.
For myself and for my house.
MARY: I still don't see
why you didn't tell me first.
I'm sorry, m'lady, but I didn't want to add to your troubles.
Well, you have done, whether you wanted to or not.
Nobody's down yet.
They won't be long.
Oh, look, they've cleared the tea
but forgotten to take that tray.
Ring the bell.
I'll do it.
They'll be busy getting dinner ready.
It's too heavy for you. No, it's not.
Look out!
Heavens, that was a near thing.
My God.
Mary! Girls!
Cora! Come at once!
CORA: Robert, wait.
Everyone come at once.
MARY: What is it?
What's happened?
ROBERT: Come and see this.
Is it true?
Is it true what Lavinia says?
(gasping)
I can't believe it!
It's so wonderful.
It is, but don't tire yourself out.
Sit down now and we'll send for Dr. Clarkson.
She's right.
Edith, go with Branson.
Get Clarkson, but fetch Mama and Cousin Isobel as well.
I don't care what they're doing, tell them to come now!
My dear chap.
I cannot begin to tell you what this means to me.
It's pretty good news for me, too.
(laughing)
CLARKSON: There is only one
possible explanation.
It starts with my own mistake.
Every indication told me that the spine was transected,
which would have been incurable.
But when Sir John Coates came to see Matthew, he agreed with you.
Well, he didn't.
Not entirely.
He thought that it could conceivably be a case
of spinal shock.
That is intense bruising,
which was sufficiently severe to impede the leg mechanism.
But which would heal?
Why didn't you tell us?
Because I didn't agree with him,
and I didn't want to raise
Captain Crawley's hopes to no purpose.
MATTHEW: I understand
and I don't blame you.
You must take it slowly.
Rome wasn't built in a day. I know.
And I'm afraid you will carry a bruise on your spine
for the rest of your life.
But I will have a life?
Yes.
I think we can say that you will have
a normal life, and it won't be long in coming.
My darling boy.
Excuse me, m'lord.
But Mrs. Hughes is wondering what she should do about dinner.
You'll all stay for dinner, won't you?
CLARKSON: Well, I'm afraid I'm not dressed.
Oh, never mind that.
Who cares about that? What about you, Mama?
Oh, certainly.
All this unbridled joy has given me quite an appetite.
ANNA: There you are.
I wondered what had happened to you.
It's wonderful news, isn't it? Wonderful.
Are you busy?
I'm just going up to help in the dining room, why?
It'll keep.
No, tell me.
I've got time.
It's just something his lordship said recently
I can't get out of my mind.
How Vera must have bought the poison
and taken it home with her.
Yes, I suppose she must.
And it's a terrible thing
to think of.
But she didn't, I did.
What?
Months ago, before I left,
Vera said we needed rat poison and I bought it.
It was arsenic, and I've been thinking
that's what she must have taken.
Have you told the police? No.
Tell them.
If you don't and they find out, it'll look bad.
But wouldn't I be asking for trouble?
You're asking for trouble if you stay silent.
Anna, we're starting.
Sorry, Mr. Carson.
Tell me, how are things progressing at Haxby?
Quite well.
I've put in a condition so the builders are fined
for every day they go over.
Does that make for a happy atmosphere?
I want it done.
They can be happy
in their own time.
Why the rush?
I like everything I own to be finished
and ready to sell.
VIOLET: You're not thinking of selling Haxby, surely?
Depends.
We'll have to see if it suits us to be so close
to Downton.
I want to tell you all something.
As you know, during this, well,
I think I can say horrible time,
Lavinia has proved to be the most marvelous person.
ROBERT: Hear, hear.
ISOBEL: Indeed.
MATTHEW: I never thought we would marry
for all sorts of reasons,
but she wouldn't accept that.
And so now I am very pleased
to say that she's been proved right.
Lavinia and I will get married.
Oh, my dear fellow.
ISOBEL: Isn't it wonderful?
MATTHEW: Just as soon as I'm well enough to walk down the aisle.
Dr. Clarkson can help us with when.
Not long now.
And she feels we ought to marry here, at Downton.
To bury forever the memories of what I hope
has been the darkest period of my life.
Of course.
LAVINIA: Are you sure?
I know it should be at my home in London,
but we've been through so much here.
We'd be delighted.
VIOLET: Bravo!
Excellent news.
Mary, isn't that excellent news?
Just excellent.
You're very late.
Won't they worry?
They're all so excited, they won't care where I am.
I'm pleased.
I like Mr. Matthew.
He announced at dinner that he wants to get married at Downton.
Somehow, it made me feel more than ever
that the war is really over and it's time to move forward.
Do you mean you've made your decision?
Yes.
My answer is...
that I'm ready to travel
and you are my ticket
to get away from this house, away from this life.
Me?
No, Uncle Tom Cobley.
(laughs)
I'm sorry.
But I've waited so long for those words,
I can't believe I'm hearing them.
You won't mind burning your bridges?
Mind?
Fetch me the matches!
Yes, you can kiss me, but that is all
until everything is settled.
For now, God knows it's enough that I can kiss you.
What a day.
I can't stop smiling.
No.
But another time, please ask me
before you agree to host a wedding.
What?
I'm fond of Matthew, of course,
but you do realize this means Mary's marriage will be delayed?
I can't help that.
Mary is our first priority, Robert.
And just because Matthew's been lame...
"Matthew's been lame"?
Can you hear the words coming out of your mouth?
Can you hear how stupid and selfish they are?
Because I can.
Don't bother me with it now.
I've enough on trying to make a luncheon
that looks worth eating.
But that's what I'm saying.
Everything is in short supply now.
Short supply?
No supply, more like.
Talk about making a silk purse
out of a sow's ear.
I wish we had a sow's ear.
It'd be better than this brisket.
That's just it.
Thomas has come by some groceries and such
and he's prepared to let them go for the right price.
Oh, he's prepared to let them go, is he?
And how did he come by them?
That's what I'd like to know.
Well, they're not stolen, in case you're worried.
Oh, I'm not worried.
You're the one who should be worried.
Tell you what, I'm making a wedding cake now
for Mr. Crawley.
I'll finish it early and feed it with brandy.
So if I give you a list of ingredients, can you get them?
I can.
And then we'll see.
Now, will you leave me and let me get on with this travesty?
Why are you here?
ROBERT: Mr. Bryant,
Mrs. Bryant, welcome.
MRS. BRYANT: We're so pleased to be here.
This is so kind of you, Lady Grantham.
It is kind, but we ought to make it clear we can't stay long.
I wasn't sure we had time to come at all.
Luncheon is quite ready.
We must eat and run, I'm afraid.
We have to be at Maryport by 6:00.
We're all so terribly sorry about the reason you're here.
If we could see Charles's room.
Shall I take Mrs. Bryant up?
No, I'll do it.
We'll all do it.
My cousin, Mrs. Crawley, who looked after Major Bryant,
and my daughters who nursed him, will join us for luncheon.
How thoughtful.
But we can't be long.
I've told our chauffeur to stay in the car.
Will I take him something to eat?
Leave him be; he's quite happy.
Now, please come and see
where Major Bryant lived while he was with us.
I'm afraid it's not going to work.
Why?
They're in the dining room now,
and they're getting straight into the car when they've finished.
I tried to speak to her on her own,
but there was never the right moment.
Your granddaddy is a bit of a bully.
But I must see them, I've come all this way.
Of course it's a disappointment.
You said yourself there wouldn't be another chance.
We can't know that.
Maybe you should write to them after all.
You've nothing to lose.
No, they have to see him.
They must see Charlie.
Well, maybe they will, sometime in the future.
I hope so.
You'd better go now.
This wedding cake.
Can I make it?
You wouldn't know how to start.
But you can tell me.
And if I make it early,
then you can make another if it's no good.
Hmm.
If I say yes, will you do as you're told?
MRS. HUGHES: Daisy?
There's a wretched chauffeur at the front
who's not allowed to get out of the car,
so can you make him a sandwich and take him up a bottle of pop?
DAISY: We've some ham and...
Oh, my God.
Who was that?
Wasn't that Ethel?
Did you see what she was carrying?
No.
Then just let's leave it at that.
MRS. BRYANT: I'm afraid Downton will be a place of pilgrimage
for a while.
CORA: We're glad to be,
if we can help to bring some peace of mind.
MR. BRYANT: There's no point in wallowing in it.
What good does it do?
ETHEL: Leave me alone.
MRS. HUGHES: Ethel!
I tried to stop her.
What on earth?
Ethel... I know what this is.
Mrs. Hughes, I don't think it's quite the right...
I'm stopping.
Until I've had my say.
This is Charlie,
your grandson.
He's almost a year old.
MR. BRYANT: What proof have you?
What?
I say, what proof have you? If my son was the father of this boy, where is your proof?
Have you any letters? Any signed statement?
Why would there be any letters? We were in the same house.
I think she's telling the truth.
MR. BRYANT: I'm not interested in "think."
I want proof that my son acknowledged paternity of this boy.
If what you say is true,
then he would have known of the boy's existence
for months before he...
before he was killed.
Yes, he knew.
So? What did he do about it?
Nothing.
He did nothing.
Thank you.
That's the proof If Charles was the father,
he would never have shirked his responsibilities, never.
Well, he did.
MR. BRYANT: I won't listen to any more slander.
Now will you please go,
and take that boy with you, whoever he is.
You're upsetting Mrs. Bryant!
Well, I would like...
I say you are upsetting Mrs. Bryant!
Lord Grantham, are you going to stand by while this woman
holds us to ransom?
This isn't doing much good.
Ethel, you'd better come with me.
Come on.
(baby cries)
MR. BRYANT: She thinks we're a soft touch.
They hear of a dead officer with some money behind him,
and suddenly there's a baby on every corner.
But if she's telling the truth...
If Charles had fathered that boy, he would have told us.
Now I'd say she's done her homework
and discovered he was an only child.
She thinks we'd be ripe for the plucking.
You knew her.
Was she one of the nurses when he was here?
She was a housemaid.
Were you aware?
No.
No one told me Major Bryant was your only son.
That's right, just Charles.
Matthew is my only son
and he nearly died.
I think I know a little of what you're going through.
MRS. BRYANT: He seems such a nice young man.
MR. BRYANT: Well, I think that's cast rather a shadow
over the proceedings, so I don't see any point in prolonging it.
Daphne, come on, we're leaving.
He's afraid of his own grief.
That's why he behaves as he does.
He's terrified of his own grief.
ETHEL: If that's what he's like, I don't want his help.
I don't want it.
I doubt you'll have the option.
You're a dark horse.
How did you keep it a secret all this time?
Maybe when he's thought about it he'll feel differently.
You never know.
CARSON: Anna, will you kindly go upstairs
and help in the dining room?
Ethel, please take the child and leave.
How did you get here?
I caught the bus and walked up from the village.
Then can you reverse the process as quickly as possible?
She's very badly shaken, Mr. Carson.
She's lost everything.
Are you all right for the fare?
Yes, thank you.
MARY: He's their only grandchild.
There can never be another.
CARLISLE: Even if Ethel is telling the truth...
I believe she is.
Even so, there's no legal reality to it.
The child is her bastard and has no claim on them.
ROBERT: Steady on, sir.
The ladies have had enough shocks for one day.
CARLISLE: I just don't see the point in pretending
something can be done when it can't.
MATTHEW: What about you, Mother?
Can't one of your refugee charities help?
But she's not a refugee,
and we have more claims on our funding
than we can possibly meet.
The truth is, Ethel's made her choice
and now she's stuck with it.
That seems a little hard.
Does it?
Aren't all of us stuck with the choices we make?
Candied peel?
Well, well, I never thought you'd find that.
I hope you're pleased, Mrs. Patmore.
'Course she is, aren't you?
There's stuff here we haven't seen since before the war.
I can't wait to get started.
I won't ask where you got it from
because I don't want to know.
I keep saying there's nothing wrong,
so what I'd like to know is...
When will he get paid?
When I'm satisfied.
And when will that be, O Mighty One?
When Daisy's baked the cake and I'm pleased with it.
He understands.
He knows this is just the sprat to catch the mackerel.
I really ought to walk to the library.
No need to rush it, sir.
You're getting better every day.
(knock on door)
Oh, Cousin Matthew?
May I come in? Please.
No, no, no.
No, stay where you are.
Thank you.
No doubt you will regard this as rather unorthodox,
my pushing into a man's bedroom, uninvited.
Well, um...
It's just I don't want us to be disturbed.
I'm sure you know how pleased I am
that you will recover after all.
Thank you.
Just as I am delighted that you can once more look forward
to a... to a happy married life.
I'm very lucky.
Now, this may come as a surprise
but I feel I must say it all the same.
Please do.
Mary is still in love with you.
What?
I was watching her the other night
when you spoke of your wedding.
She looked like Juliet on awakening in the tomb.
Mary and I have always had...
Of course, I suspected long ago that the flame
hadn't quite gone out,
but then there was no chance of your recovery
and it seemed best to let her try for happiness
where she could.
I quite agree, and Sir Richard is...
No, now let's not muddy the pool by discussing Sir Richard.
The point is you loved her once.
Are you sure you can't love her again?
Cousin Violet, please don't think I mind
your speaking to me in this way.
I quite admire it. But consider this:
Lavinia came back, against my orders,
determined to look after me for the rest of my life,
which meant that she would wash me and feed me
and do things that only the most dedicated nurse would undertake,
and all with no hope of children or any improvement.
Yes, it's all very admirable.
And I give her full credit.
And giving her that credit,
do you think it would be right for me to throw her over
because I can walk?
To dismiss her
because I no longer have need of her services?
Spoken like a man of honor, and we will not fall out over this.
But you don't agree.
I would just say one thing.
Marriage is a long business.
There's no getting out of it for our kind of people.
Now, you may live 40, 50 years with one of these two women.
Just make sure you have selected the right one.
Will it be April or May?
I should steer clear of May.
"Marry in May, rue the day."
I think it's April.
Matthew should be walking normally by then.
Spring weddings are the prettiest of all.
CARLISLE: All this talk of weddings is making me impatient.
I don't think we can go into competition
with Matthew and Lavinia, do you?
After, then.
In the summer.
Let's settle it before I return to London.
You must be looking forward to traveling again.
I know I am.
Very well, the end of July.
Then we can be out of England
for August.
You don't sound very excited.
To quote you, that's not who we are.
MARY: There's something I've been meaning to ask you.
ROBERT: Ah, here we are.
Why did you try to bribe Anna?
She told you, did she?
She didn't, not me.
But why did you do it?
Next time, if you want to know anything, just ask me.
Well done.
All right, then, I will.
Once and for all, are you still in love with Matthew Crawley?
Of course not.
Would I ever admit to loving a man
who preferred someone else over me?
Where's Sybil?
EDITH: She's not feeling well.
She told Anna she wouldn't be down for dinner.
What is it?
I heard from my lawyer today.
Apparently, Vera wrote to a friend
just before my last visit.
Why are they telling you now?
It was only delivered a few days ago.
And do you know what the letter says?
They sent me a copy.
"John has written and he's coming here tonight.
"His words sound as angry as I've ever heard him,
"and you know how angry that is.
I never thought I'd say this, but I'm afraid for my life."
But what did you write to her?
I said I was coming that evening
and I meant to have it out with her.
I may have said she was being unreasonable, but so she was.
Will it change anything?
Think about it.
Before Vera's death she had taken all my money
and she had wrecked the divorce.
Now, as her widower,
I inherit everything and we can marry whenever we like.
Anna, they're going in.
You look as if you've got the cares of the world
on your shoulders.
Not the whole world, Mrs. Hughes,
but quite enough of it.
Sybil?
Sybil, I just want to say goodnight.
Mrs. Hughes, can I borrow the duplicate keys for upstairs?
Why?
Lady Mary says one of the bathroom keys isn't working.
She thinks it must have got swapped.
Oh, I'll come.
No, no, there's no need.
I'll bring them back in a jiffy.
You've done enough for one day.
Oh, my God, she's eloped.
She's on her way to Gretna Green.
They must stop at some point.
It won't be open before the morning.
They won't expect us to be in pursuit until tomorrow,
so they'll stay somewhere on the road.
We hope.
Everyone keep an eye out for the motor.
Daisy?!
What in God's name are you doing down here at this hour?
I just wanted to check it were all right.
That it hadn't, you know, caved in or anything.
Caved in?
It's a cake, not a soufflé.
I know, but I've never made a wedding cake before.
Is that the one for tasting?
Yes, Mrs. Patmore.
Well, bring it out, we'll give it a try.
What in God's name do you call this?
I don't know, I did everything that you said.
I promise.
But didn't you taste the mixture?
(sighs)
Well, then I'm afraid it's time to look at Thomas's ingredients.
Well, it's two thirds
plaster dust.
Where's the peel?
This were old when Adam were a boy.
So, Thomas was happy to "let it go," was he?
Well, it won't go anywhere near me in future.
Chuck the whole bally lot out and we'll have to think again.
Isn't that the car?
(knock on door)
How did you find us?
How did you know?
Never mind that.
At least nothing's happened, thank God.
What do you mean nothing's happened?
I've decided to marry Tom
and your coming after me won't change that.
This isn't the way.
She's right.
Of course Mama and Papa will hate it...
Why should they? Oh, pipe down.
Sybil, can't you let them get used to the idea?
Take your stand and refuse to budge, but allow them time.
That way, you won't have to break up the family.
They would never give permission.
You don't need permission.
You're 21.
But you do need their forgiveness
if you're not to start your new life under a black shadow.
Don't listen.
She's pretending to get you home again.
Even if I am, even if I think this is mad,
I know it will be better to do it in broad daylight
than sneak off like a thief in the night.
Go back with them, then.
If you think they can make you happier than I will.
Am I so weak you believe I can be talked out
of giving my heart in five minutes flat?
But Mary's right.
I don't like deceit, and our parents don't deserve it.
So I'll go back with them.
Believe it or not, I will stay true to you.
I'll return the car in the morning.
You're confident you can bring her 'round, aren't you?
Fairly.
I'll certainly try.
Do you want some money for the room?
No, thank you, m'lady.
I can pay my own way.
Where are the girls?
I suppose Sybil's still ill
and the others just haven't appeared.
I hope they're not coming down with anything.
The stories of this Spanish flu are too awful.
No, it's nothing of the sort. Why are you up so early?
I'm meeting Isobel.
She wants me to help with her refugees.
I thought the whole point of Mama arranging that
was to keep her out of your hair.
I know.
But now the soldiers have gone,
I do have a lot of time on my hands,
and maybe I can be useful.
Why is it different from before the war?
I don't know exactly, it just is.
Maybe the war's changed me.
I guess it's changed everybody.
Not me.
Don't be too sure.
If I'm not back before luncheon, don't wait.
I'll take this down to keep it hot, m'lord.
I wanted to catch you alone.
Oh?
Yes, you see, I think you might be happier
if I tended my resignation.
What?
I'd hate you to be uncomfortable in your own house and...
I won't hear of it.
But I know...
You will not be deprived of your livelihood
because I behaved in an ungentlemanly manner.
The fault was entirely mine.
You will not pay the price.
(clanking)
(screaming in anger)
Is this yours?
Molesley found it in your dressing room.
It's not one of your old toys, is it?
Because I don't recognize it.
No, it was given to me as a charm, I think,
to take to the front.
ISOBEL: Well, you're home and safe now.
Shall I put it in the barrel for the village children?
(firmly): No.
You never know, it might be bad luck
not to keep it.
ISOBEL: Luncheon will be ready soon.
It's all rubbish.
It's all bloody rubbish.
Can't you ask for your money back?
Oh, yes.
Of course I can ask and a fat lot of good that'll do!
You must challenge him.
How?
I only ever met him in a pub.
I wouldn't know where to find him.
Don't you understand, woman?
I've been tricked!
I've been had!
I've been taken for the fool I am.
How much did he get from you?
Every penny I had.
And then some.
What are you going to do now?
I don't know.
I don't bloody know.