Who will groan first when they see it,
Granny or Papa?
(laughing)
I should think they'll howl at the moon in unison.
(laughing)
(engine stops)
ROBERT: What in God's name is this?
Well, I never.
CORA: Where did this come from?
I ordered it on the way through in London,
picked it up on the way back.
It's an AC.
Well, at least it's English.
Welcome back, my darling.
How was the honeymoon?
My eyes have been opened.
Don't I know it.
Now come on in.
MARY: Did Anna get back all right?
CORA: Yes.
Who's that for?
And why are you doing it down here?
It's for Mr. Matthew.
It was creased and I brought it down to iron.
You're never looking after him.
What about Mr. Molesley?
He's staying on at Crawley House.
Then why wasn't I asked?
Mr. Carson thought it best.
Did he, indeed?
I wonder how that came about.
And if you are learning how to do your job,
you should never open a shirt in a room like this
where it might be marked, let alone put studs in it.
Do that in a dressing room and nowhere else.
Thank you.
Yes, thank you, Thomas,
for always trying to be so very helpful.
(dressing gong rings)
So how did you enjoy the South of France?
It was lovely,
but almost too hot, even now.
I think it's such a shame
they close things up during the summer.
I love the sun.
So we can see.
Oh, you couldn't be in Cannes in the summer.
No one could bear it.
I could.
(softly): Just how long is she here for?
Who knows?
VIOLET: No guest should be admitted
without the date of their departure settled.
You won't get any argument from me.
There's a hideous pile of post, I'm afraid.
I've put it on the hall table.
Don't look at it tonight.
What have you been up to?
As a matter of fact,
I've found myself a new occupation.
But I'm afraid Cousin Violet
doesn't think it's quite appropriate.
Can we talk about it afterwards?
MARTHA: Are there still forbidden subjects
in 1920?
I can't believe this.
(chuckling)
I speak of taste, rather than law.
Oh, it's not my taste.
What about you, Cora?
I agree with Mama.
Some subjects are not suitable for every ear.
Oh.
Pas devant les domestiques?
MARTHA: Come on, my dear,
Carson and Alfred know more about life than we ever will.
Can't we stop this?
How?
She's like a runaway train.
Shall we go through?
MARY: What about poor old Strallan?
Have you seen anything of him?
I don't know why you call him poor or old,
when he's neither.
Isn't it dangerous to let this Strallan nonsense simmer on?
To be fair, I don't think it's coming from him.
Then ask him to end it.
It'll be more effective than if we try.
Oh, she ate it, then.
I'm never sure about Americans and offal.
I think she'd eat whatever you put in front of her, that one.
What a gob.
Thought Mr. Carson was going to put a bag over her head.
Oops!
Mrs. Levinson knows you make fun of her.
But she makes fun of you.
Then we're all square, aren't we?
The chimney isn't drawing properly.
This oven's not hot enough.
Ooh, a bad workman always blames his tools.
You're busy.
No, I'm not.
Well, we're eating in half an hour, but it's all done.
Well, if you could spare a minute.
This is very good.
I hope you didn't open it for me.
Certainly I did.
To welcome you into this house as my son.
I can't tell you how glad it makes me.
Robert, I want us always to feel
we can be honest with each other.
Of course.
Because Mary's told me about your present difficulties.
(sighs)
She was right.
Losing Downton will affect you both more than anyone.
I wonder if she's told you about the will of Lavinia's father?
Well, yes, your father told me all about it.
But I cannot understand why so much money
was put into one company.
I couldn't agree more.
And now we're to be turned out of Downton...
Even Lloyd George can't want that.
I'm not sure he's a good example.
The point is, have we overlooked something?
Some source of revenue previously untapped?
If only we had some coal, or gravel, or tin.
Well, I can think of someone who's got plenty of tin.
So you help women who have fallen over?
Not quite.
Cousin Isobel helps women
who have had to degrade themselves to survive.
There's a center in York.
Oh, no addresses, please,
or Alfred will be making notes.
MARTHA: So what do you do for these women?
Well, first we like to send them away.
To rest.
I should think they need it.
And then we try to find them alternative employment.
The war destroyed many households.
In thousands of families, the breadwinners are dead.
So you want me to contribute?
You don't have to give money
after every conversation, Mother.
No?
Isn't that what the English expect of rich Americans?
But why can't you benefit from the will?
You've done nothing wrong.
When Swire made it,
he didn't know I'd broken his daughter's heart.
It was to reward my fidelity, when in fact I betrayed her.
If I kept that money,
I would be no better than a common criminal.
I see.
Well, if that's how you feel, then there's no more to be said.
I'm ever so sorry, m'lord.
I thought you were out of here.
Yes, we should be.
Please.
We're going now.
Well, it's a lump, all right.
There's no point in dithering about that.
What are you going to do about it?
I don't know.
Well, I do know.
Tomorrow you'll make an appointment with the doctor,
and we'll see what he's got to say.
But what if it's...
Stop.
If it is-- and I'm not saying it is--
it's best to know now.
I suppose so.
(crying)
Now look.
You'll not be alone for a minute if you don't want to be.
But we have to get it seen to.
And then there's expense.
If you must pay money,
better to a doctor than an undertaker.
(sobbing)
If that's an example of your bedside manner, Mrs. Patmore,
I think I'd sooner face it alone.
It seems rather shocking for Anna to have to find me
en déshabille.
I'm made of stout stuff, sir.
Don't worry about that.
Are you seeing Bates today?
I am.
And I can't wait.
MARY: Well, give him our best wishes.
I'm sorry, it still seems odd to be found in your bed.
But very nice.
Oh, as nice as nice can be.
I'm going to see Jarvis today
and find out what houses are available.
Do you have to?
When these are our last days here?
I thought something might have turned up
when we were away, but it seems it hasn't.
Would you rather wait until we have to go
and find a new house then?
After all, darling, you are the one who's pushing us out.
STRALLAN: But Mary's only just got back from honeymoon.
It's her family time.
But you are...
Please stop saying I'm family when I'm not.
I'll be there for the big dinner next week.
What is it?
I know you don't mean to hurt me, but...
Of course I don't.
That's the last thing I'd ever wish to do.
Then why do you shove me away?
I don't want to, not at all, but...
If you're going to talk
about your wretched arm again, I won't listen.
It's not just my arm.
I'm too old for you.
You need a young chap with his life ahead of him.
But your life's ahead of you.
Oh, my dear, if only you knew
how much I'd like to believe that.
Then it's settled.
You're not going to push me away anymore,
and you are coming for dinner tonight.
That's all there is to it.
How'd you get on with Vera's book?
I had a few answers waiting for me when I got back,
and two returned "address unknown."
Who from?
Let me see...
One was a Mr. Harlip, I think.
And the other was...
Mrs. Bartlett, was it?
Harlip doesn't matter.
He was a cousin in the north.
She never saw him.
But Mrs. Bartlett's a shame.
She lived round the corner, she was very friendly with Vera.
I'll find her.
Don't worry.
Tell me about France.
Did you eat frogs' legs and dance the cancan?
No.
But I bought a garter.
You have no other symptoms?
Not that I'm aware of.
You're not feeling ill or tired?
I can't swear to not feeling tired,
but nothing out of the ordinary.
Very well.
Well, I'm just going to conduct
a preliminary examination.
Do you mind if I stay?
I should prefer it.
What have you got there?
Mr. Matthew's tailcoat.
What do you think that is?
Hmm, hard to say.
I've tried it with all the usual things, but I can't shift it.
I'll give you a tip if you like.
Would you, really?
Keep it to yourself.
I don't want to give away all my secrets.
Oh, there you are, my dear.
Good morning, Granny.
I've been looking for you.
Now, I want to know if we're serious.
About getting that woman,
about asking your other grandmother,
to come to our aid.
She's made of money,
and there's only Mama and Uncle Harold
to share it when she's gone.
We can't wait that long.
She looks as if she'll bury us all.
No, we must act now.
We must make her feel it is her duty to save Downton.
But how?
What can we do?
Well, get her to sense its value,
of its vital role in the area.
You're her granddaughter.
This will be your house if it survives.
Surely you can make something of that,
if she has a heart at all.
We'll come for tea this afternoon.
Then we can begin.
Believe me, there are several stages to go through
before there's any cause for despair.
What stages?
When you come back in a day or two
I will remove some fluid from the cyst.
With any luck, it'll be clear
and that will be that.
How will you do it?
With a syringe.
Will it hurt?
Since he has to do it whether it hurts or not,
I don't see the point of that question.
What I want to know is,
what happens if the fluid is not clear?
It will be sent away for analysis.
Because it may be cancer.
It may be cancer,
but I am fairly certain it is not.
There you are.
It's very, very unlikely.
Isn't it, Doctor?
If the doctor treats me like an adult, Mrs. Patmore,
why do you insist on treating me like a child?
Does this seem slow to you?
Not really.
Mrs. Levinson is going to the Dower House
with the others for tea.
I think he likes me.
He's being friendly, that's all.
Are you all right?
You seem to have been slaving away for hours.
I want to be up to date with it all
before I go back into the office.
Anything from Mr. Swire's lawyer?
You can read it if you like.
(sighs)
So you are definitely Reggie's heir?
Looks like it.
But if they have to get a death certificate
out of the Indian authorities,
it won't all be settled by Tuesday.
Good.
Why is it good?
The delay may give you time to change your mind.
Stop punishing me, Mary.
Please.
If I accepted the legacy,
I would be taking money under false pretenses.
I'd be stealing.
Your father understands, now why can't you?
I don't think he understands at all.
He just doesn't want to beg.
Anyway, I'm off to Granny's for tea.
I'll see you later.
I do love you so terribly much.
Yes.
I know you do.
CORA: So what's Harold doing now?
His idée fixe is yachts.
Bigger yachts, faster yachts,
something with yachts.
Is he happy?
He's much too busy to find out.
It always seems so strange to me that Cora has a brother.
Why?
You know how things work here, Mother.
If there's a boy, the daughters don't get anything.
VIOLET: There's no such thing
as an English heiress with a brother.
Why do we never see him?
Oh, Harold hates to leave America.
Curious.
He hates to leave America.
I should hate to go there.
You don't mean that, Granny.
When we're both so drawn to America.
Indeed, indeed we are.
Never more than now,
when the bond between the Crawleys and the Levinsons
is so strong.
CORA: That's nice.
If you mean it, Mama.
I do.
It is marvelous the way our families support each other.
You mean you needed the Levinson cash
to keep the Crawleys on top.
I'm not sure we'd put it that way.
I am quite sure we would not.
But I hope you do feel that Mama's fortune
has been well spent in shoring up an ancient family.
Well, you gotta spend it on something.
What happened here?
I...
I just...
You just what?
There was a mark in it.
Well, I know there was a mark in it,
but you didn't need to burn it away.
(chuckling): What have you done?
Well, I'll go down in my dinner jacket.
You can send it to my tailor in London in the morning.
Come on, nobody's died.
Just find the dinner jacket.
Mrs. Hughes, there don't seem to be any glasses laid
for the pudding wine.
Oh, are they having one tonight?
It's on the menus.
I don't write them for my own amusement.
No, I dare say not.
Mrs. Hughes, I am trying, and so far failing,
to persuade his lordship to bring the staff levels
back up to snuff.
But until he does, it is vital that you pull your weight.
(sighs)
Newport's not a jungle, not at all.
But it is a little less formal.
Well, Matthew obviously wants you to feel at home
in his play clothes.
(chuckling)
Don't blame me for this.
I'm afraid Alfred and I had a bit of a disaster earlier.
Why, what happened?
Somehow the poor chap managed to burn a hole in my tails.
But don't worry. It can be mended.
Careful, Carson, steady the Buffs.
Beg pardon, m'lord.
I rather like dinner jackets.
And I agree with you:
sometimes it's nice to be informal.
Especially when a couple is alone.
MARY: But people like us should lead the fight
to keep tradition going.
If you mean we can never change, I can't agree to that.
Nor me.
I think accepting change is quite as important
as defending the past.
MARY: But the role of houses like Downton
is to protect tradition.
That's why they're so important to maintain.
Don't you agree, Mrs. Levinson?
We must do everything in our power
to keep houses like Downton going.
Sure, if you think it's worth it.
So who's coming to dinner next week?
Some locals.
We thought you'd like to see Downton on parade.
That's right, Grandmama.
I'm glad we've planned a dinner.
We can show you the real point of Downton.
ALFRED: I don't know what to say, Mr. Carson.
O'BRIEN: What's going on here?
Alfred has embarrassed the family.
He forced Mr. Matthew to appear downstairs improperly dressed.
Oh, you make it sound quite exciting.
I will not tolerate vulgarity, thank you, Miss O'Brien.
I'm sure Alfred didn't mean to, Mr. Carson.
I asked Thomas how to get a mark...
Oi, oi, what's this?
The stuff you gave me to clean the tails
burned a hole in them.
No such thing.
I gave you some soda crystals, that's all.
If you used them wrongly, it's not my fault.
This is what comes of making him run
before he could walk.
If you want me to stay away from her, of course I will.
I know it sounds harsh...
Please, Robert.
I understand completely.
Lady Edith is your daughter
and you don't want her involved with some cripple
who is far too old.
Now you're the one who's harsh.
The trouble is, she calls round regularly.
I can hardly ask for her not to be admitted.
I suppose I could write to her.
I hope you won't feel we can't be friends after this.
But let's leave it for a while.
I'll duck out of the dinner next week.
It might be best.
Thank you.
That's the one you should have taken.
Soda crystals.
But he didn't give me that.
He pointed to this one.
I promise.
You don't have to promise.
I believe you.
So you think he's not ready?
He's just a lad, m'lord.
He can see to the odd visitor,
but permanent valet to Mr. Matthew?
It's too much.
Actually, I'm pretty sure Mr. Crawley
would rather manage on his own.
They wouldn't like that downstairs, m'lord.
I was afraid you'd say that.
So what would you suggest?
Ask Mr. Molesley to join us.
It'd be kinder to Alfred in the long run,
kinder than asking more than he can give.
How is that poor footman?
I thought Carson was going to eat him alive.
Very glum.
To be honest, he has been a clot.
I'll have to send the coat up to London.
Well, get it done quickly.
This dinner has to be the grandest of the grand.
What do you hope to show her?
Why Downton matters.
Why it mustn't be allowed to fall apart.
Hasn't Cora had her share of the Levinson gold?
I thought what was left was headed for your uncle.
It's not so laid down in America.
He's as rich as Croesus as it is.
So you mean to fleece her?
Since you're the one to get us out of this hole
if you wanted to,
I won't take any criticism, thank you.
Will she do it?
Granny means to make her, or die in the attempt.
Now stop talking and kiss me, before I get cross.
Well, you heard him.
With any luck, you'll know at once.
I wish you could get those maids under control.
They've broken one of the serving dishes this time,
and we've the dinner next week.
We're short of a footman,
we're short of a kitchen maid and one house maid, at least.
That's if Anna is to be a proper lady's maid,
which is what Lady Mary wants.
Well, naturally.
She likes things done properly.
For heaven's sake, we can't do things properly
until either his lordship allows us the staff we need
or until you and the blessed Lady Mary
come down from that cloud and join the human race!
I can only suppose that you are overtired.
I bid you good night.
You see, she's...
Good night, Mr. Carson.
We will discuss the dinner in the morning.
And no, Mrs. Patmore, you may not tell him.
Have you finished with Mr. Matthew?
I have, he's in the dining room.
Very good.
You won't need to attend to him again.
Mr. Molesley will be coming up from the village.
Has Mr. Matthew complained?
He didn't have to.
It's not your fault.
We've hurried you along too fast.
You mustn't feel badly.
This is Thomas's doing.
But don't you fret.
I'll make him sorry.
I'm on your side.
(laughs)
I'm glad somebody is.
No Mary?
She says she's a married woman now,
so she can have breakfast in bed.
I'm sorry about your tails.
MATTHEW: Carson's sending them up
on the London train this morning.
They'll have to put a new panel in.
ROBERT: We thought we'd get Molesley to come and look after you.
He knows your ways.
I'm perfectly happy...
I think it best if he comes.
I do need to talk to you
about the other staff we need, m'lord.
(silverware clanking)
Not now, Carson.
But you may send for Molesley
if Mrs. Crawley has no objection.
(silverware drops)
Edith?
Oh, Papa, how could you?
(sobbing)
Golly.
Do you know what that was?
I'm afraid I probably do.
I'm sorry, but quite enough of my father's money
has already been poured into Downton.
Why should Harold lose half his inheritance
because of our folly?
So it's all Papa's fault?
Well, it isn't my mother's and it isn't my brother's.
I don't see why they should pay for it.
We're still going to ask.
What are you so afraid of?
If we sell, we move to a smaller house and a more modest estate.
We don't have to go down the mine.
You don't understand.
Mary, a lot of people live in smaller houses
than they used to.
Which only goes to show that you're American
and I am English.
I shall be Countess of Grantham one day,
and in my book, the Countess of Grantham lives at Downton Abbey.
ISOBEL: What job might you be suited to?
Because we're not simply here to give you food.
We must try to find you your place in the world.
Do you want to speak to me?
Yes, Mrs. Crawley, I do.
Have you come for our help?
You're very welcome if you have.
Wait a minute.
I know you.
You were the maid who brought your child
into the dining room at Downton that time.
I'm sorry, this has been a mistake.
I thought I was ready to ask you, but I'm not.
I'm not ready.
Ask me what?
(door opens)
(sighs nervously)
I'm sorry to keep you waiting, ladies.
The fact is it's not quite as simple.
Oh, my God.
Mrs. Patmore, will you please leave the hysteria to me?
I'm afraid the test was inconclusive.
I had hoped that the fluid from the cyst would be clear,
but there are traces of blood in it.
Not enough to confirm the presence of cancer,
but a little too much to exclude it.
So what happens now?
I send it away for analysis.
And this stage will take some time.
How much time?
Anything up to two months.
Oh, my...
Until then, please try to take it a little more easily.
Sit down and put your feet up, if you can.
Ooh, the chance'd be a fine thing.
Would you like me to say something to Lady Grantham?
No, thank you, Doctor.
I'll speak to her myself, if I need to.
Thank you.
(crying)
My darling girl.
What's this?
I think you know what it is,
since you asked Sir Anthony to write.
Edith, you do understand
that I only ever want what's best for you.
And you're the judge of that.
In this, I think I am.
Sybil marries a chauffeur
and you welcome him to Downton.
But when I'm in love with a gentleman,
you cast him into the outer darkness.
She has a point, Robert.
Strallan is certainly a gentleman.
Well, besides which,
Edith tells me he has a house, he has money,
he has a title,
everything that you care about.
You make me sound very shallow.
Aren't you?
When you make me give him up because he has a bad arm?
Oh, it's not the only reason.
He's a quarter of a century too old.
Did she tell you that?
Your daughter is sad and lonely, Robert.
I don't mean to interfere, but...
Don't you?
If you ban him from Downton, I'll only go to his house.
I mean it.
I don't believe he'd see you.
Then I'll just wait outside until he does.
How can you not like him because of his age?
When almost every young man we grew up with is dead!
Do you want me to spend my life alone?
I didn't say I don't like him.
I like him very much.
So do I, Papa.
Oh, so do I.
Please ask him back.
He writes he's not coming to Mama's dinner,
but please make him.
Please, please, please.
Oh, all right, then.
I've found Mrs. Bartlett.
I wrote back to the tenant of her old house explaining,
and they've sent me a forwarding address.
I don't know why they didn't before.
Just because you know where she is
doesn't mean she'll talk to you.
Why not?
Audrey Bartlett was the nearest thing Vera had to a friend.
That's why I want to meet her.
Maybe, but when she looks at you,
she won't see the real Anna Bates.
She doesn't have to like me.
I need her to be honest.
I'm going to write and ask for a meeting.
I can get to London and back in a day.
She won't agree.
I've the rent from the house
so I can make it worth her while.
Why do you think Vera didn't go and see her
instead of sending that letter?
What do you mean?
When Vera was frightened about your visit,
she wrote that letter, saying how scared she was,
instead of walking round to see her friend.
Maybe she did both.
So what's the news at home?
I shouldn't tell you, really.
I haven't told any of the others.
It's breaking the code of a lady's maid.
(whispering): His lordship's in trouble.
It seems they may have to sell.
What?
Sell Downton?
That makes me sad.
I wouldn't have thought there was much
that could touch me in here, but that does.
(panting)
(knocking at door)
It's never come.
They promised and promised
and I thought it was sure to be on the 7:00,
but it's not.
Well, I'll just have to wear black tie.
But Lady Mary, she'll...
These things don't matter as much as they did.
Lady Mary knows that as well as anyone.
Thank you.
I know I'm early...
MARY: Granny!
Come and see what we've done!
Ooh, excuse us.
What do you think?
Nothing succeeds like excess.
When shall we tackle her?
After dinner.
We'll get her on her own.
She won't want to see all this go.
Not now she knows it's for her own granddaughter.
She won't.
Never mistake a wish for a certainty.
Let's hope she won't.
DAISY: Mrs. Patmore...
What is it now?
It's smoking.
The range.
The wind must be in the wrong direction.
Just rake it through.
Where's Alfred? Why?
Where's Alfred?!
I think he's in the servants' hall.
Where are they?
Where are what?
His bloody evening shirts, that's what!
Where have you put them?
I haven't touched his evening shirts.
Why would I?
Have you done this?
Thomas, why would I know anything
about his lordship's shirts?
When I find out...
Keep your histrionics to yourself
and hurry up about it.
Her ladyship's already in the drawing room.
Are you telling me his lordship's not even dressed?
You can't have lost them all!
I haven't lost any of them, m'lord.
They've... they've been taken by someone, stolen, pinched.
Why would they do that?
To get at me, m'lord.
Are you not popular downstairs?
Oh, I wouldn't say that, m'lord.
But you know how people can be.
They like a little joke.
Well, I'm sorry, but this is quite unacceptable.
If you uncover the culprit, refer them to me.
But for now, what are we going to do?
Good evening, Sir John.
It can't be going out!
Well, it is.
There must be a block in the flue.
But the dinner's not cooked.
We haven't even put in the soufflés.
DAISY: There'll be no soufflés tonight.
MRS. PATMORE: And the mutton's still raw.
What in heaven's name is going on?
I'll tell you what.
We've 20 lords and ladies in the drawing room waiting for dinner,
and we've got no dinner to give them.
Oh, my God.
Why are you not in white tie?
Darling, please forgive me.
I'm afraid they never sent my tails back.
You are not in white tie either.
What have you come as?
I'm so sorry.
Thomas has lost all my dress shirts.
Why is he still here?
I thought you'd given him his marching orders.
I had, but my dear mother-in-law intervened.
I've a good mind to tell her...
No, no, no, not tonight.
She must have it all
her own way tonight, don't you think?
Oh, you two are dressed for a barbeque.
I feel like a Chicago bootlegger.
I don't even know what that means,
but it sounds almost as peculiar as you look.
Robert, come quickly.
What is it?
Apparently the oven's broken down.
ROBERT: It can't have done.
What does that mean?
To cut a long story short, it means we have no food.
Oh!
Funny clothes and no food.
It should be quite an evening.
Thank you, Mother.
Nothing's cooked,
and nothing's going to be cooked.
But surely...
Shall we just tell them to go home?
No, Cora, please, come on.
They've come for a party
and we're going to give them a party.
Carson, clear the table.
You go down to the larders,
you bring up bread, fruit, cheese,
chicken, ham, whatever's edible.
We're going to have an indoor picnic.
They are going to eat whatever they want, wherever they want,
all over the house.
Are you quite sure, madam?
It's not really how we do it.
How you used to do it.
Oh, come on.
It might be fun.
I agree.
We'll all pull together and it'll be great fun.
Yes!
Now, I know what we need.
MARTHA: Does anyone here play the piano?
Oh, Mama, this is so exactly not what we wanted
the evening to be!
If it's the end of your undignified campaign,
I won't be sorry.
We can't just give up.
Certainly not.
Do you think I might have a drink?
Oh, I'm so sorry.
I thought you were a waiter.
Slice that finely, and fetch some parsley.
And cut the dry bits off.
ALFRED: You're good to lend a hand.
REED: I don't mind helping.
I think it's good to do other things sometimes.
I know you do.
MOLESLEY: There's not much left of this.
Better cut it in squares and put it with the ham.
You're very smart in your new valet's outfit.
Alfred, go and check the meat larder.
Bring anything back you think a human being could swallow.
Chop, chop, Mrs. Hughes.
We can rest later, but not yet.
But Mr. Carson, would you just...
Mr. Carson's quite right.
There's not a minute to lose.
Psst.
Do you want to know a secret?
Those shirts that Thomas thinks you stole?
I saw who took them and I know where they are.
Who did take them?
Never mind that.
But I followed.
I'll show you if you want.
Why are you being so nice to me?
Because I like you.
And you can say it?
Just like that?
I'm an American, Alfred, and this is 1920.
Time to live a little.
I thought you were just trying to find something out
for Mrs. Levinson.
What would she need to find out
when she can read them all like the palm of her hand?
She won't help, you know.
Help with what?
Never mind.
Just kiss me again.
MARTHA: Now all of you,
find whatever it is you want to eat
and take it wherever you want to sit.
Anywhere?
Anywhere all over the house.
If any of you have ever wanted to explore Downton Abbey,
this is your chance.
I'm sorry if it's all a bit casual.
It's exciting, Lord Grantham.
I feel like one of those bright young people
they write about in the newspapers.
Thank you, Lady Manville.
Cheer up.
She won't be here forever.
But how much damage will be done before she goes?
* Let me call you sweetheart
* I'm in love with you
* Let me hear you whisper
* That you love me too
* Keep the love light glowing
* In your eyes so true
* Let me call you sweetheart
* I'm in love...
* With you.
(some laughter, applause)
MRS. HUGHES: Is there anything for our supper?
I've hidden a veal and egg pie.
Oh, I wish you'd let me talk to Mr. Carson.
I don't want to be a sick woman in his eyes
for the next two months.
Or a dying one in the months to come after that.
(sobbing)
Shh, shh...
I know it'll be all right.
No, you don't.
But I appreciate the sentiment.
STRALLAN: Are you absolutely sure you won't wake up in ten years' time
and wonder why you're tied to this crippled old codger?
Only if you keep talking like that.
Do you know how much you mean to me?
You have given me back my life.
That's more like it.
And you're certain you won't wait?
To give you the chance to change your mind?
Don't worry.
I can get it organized in a month.
Shall we tell them tonight?
No, no.
I'll come back in the morning.
(sighs happily)
Alfred, can I ask you something?
Why do you like that American girl?
Steady!
Who says I do?
Don't you?
All right, I suppose I do.
And it doesn't matter that she's fast
or that you won't see her again after she's gone home?
So what?
She made me feel good about myself, Daisy.
I feel good for the first time since I came here.
That's what matters to me.
Alfred, hurry up.
I need you to take round the claret.
All through the rooms?
Won't they spill it on the floor?
If you ask me, we are staring into the chaos of Gomorrah.
But we have to give them more wine,
and you are going to help.
What's that?
I've to take it upstairs, for his lordship.
Then be quick about it.
But of course I'll help you any way I can.
Thank heaven.
Oh, it seems our family owes Downton's survival
to the Levinsons not once but twice.
No, I'm so sorry, but you've misunderstood me.
No, I cannot rescue Downton.
It's a shame if it has to go,
but I can't.
But why not?
Because your grandpa tied the money down.
He felt that the Crawley family had quite enough.
But you said you'd help us.
I can entertain all of you in Newport and in New York
and I can add to Cora's dress allowance,
but that's all.
My income might be generous, but I cannot touch the capital.
Besides, Mary, the world has changed.
These houses were built for another age.
(exasperated sigh)
Are you quite sure you want to continue
with the bother of it all?
Quite sure.
If I were you and I knew I was going to lose it,
I should look on the sunny side.
Both of our husbands tied the money up tight
before they were taken.
Lord Grantham wasn't taken.
He died.
I suppose it's scrap sandwich for the servants tonight.
Mrs. Patmore's kept something by.
Who put them back?
What?
The shirts.
Who put them back?
O'BRIEN: Oh, they're back, are they?
You mean you overlooked them in the first place.
Don't tell me what I mean, Miss O'Brien.
I'm warning you...
Listen to yourself.
You sound like Tom Mix in a Wild West picture show.
Stop warning me,
and go and lay out his lordship's pajamas.
(laughing)
What are you laughing at?
Seems those missing shirts went for a walk
and now they've come home.
Really? Have they?
You didn't see nothing.
I agree.
Because if you did, I'll cut you.
(choking)
Don't ever threaten me.
I forgot I was sharing a cell with a murderer.
Don't forget it again.
MARTHA: This evening has made me homesick
for America.
It's time to go.
I don't suppose you want some whisky to take to bed?
Oh, but I'd love one.
No water.
Thank you.
I'm sorry I can't help you keep Downton, Robert.
That's what Mary wanted.
Ah.
I thought there was something.
You know, the way to deal with the world today
is not to ignore it.
If you do, you'll just get hurt.
Sometimes I feel like a creature in the wilds
whose natural habitat is gradually being destroyed.
Some animals adapt to new surroundings.
It seems a better choice than extinction.
I don't think it is a choice.
I think it's what's in you.
Well, let's hope that what's in you
will carry you through these times to a safer shore.
CARSON: Is everything all right?
Certainly.
Was there something you wanted?
The kitchen managed well tonight
in difficult circumstances.
His lordship sent his thanks.
Was the evening a success?
The odd thing is, I think it was.
Though for me,
everyone sprawled on the floor,
eating like beaters at a break in the shooting,
that's not a party.
It's a works outing.
Where's the style, Mrs. Hughes?
Where's the show?
Perhaps people are tired of style and show.
Well, in my opinion, to misquote Dr. Johnson,
if you're tired of style, you are tired of life.
(chuckles)
Good night, Mr. Carson.
You'd say if anything was wrong, wouldn't you?
I know I've been a bit crabby,
but I am on your side.
Thank you for that.
You've just missed an admirer.
Mr. Carson says you did well tonight.
Did you tell him?
No.
And what is there to tell?
One day I will die.
And so will he and you
and every one of us under this roof.
(sighs)
You must put these things in proportion, Mrs. Patmore,
and I think I can do that now.