Episode 9

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell ringing) (engine running) Come along.

This way downstairs.

I just hope everything will be resolved while we're away.

How is she?

It breaks my heart to see her in that place, but she is strong.

Ah, Barrow.

It's good of you to take this on.

Isn't it, Bates?

It's good of you to allow it, m'lord.

As you know, Lord Sinderby has rented Brancaster Castle for the grouse.

The house is extremely grand, and knowing Lord Sinderby, everything will be done in the most lickety spit manner.

I think I'm up to it, m'lord.

I've started packing in the dressing room.

According to Lady Rose, he's taken his own butler with him, which I cannot think wise, as it will only cause disruption.

So you'll need to be on your toes.

The train is at 11:00 tomorrow morning.

Bates will pack, but you should watch.

And now I think I'll leave you to it.

My lord.

Miss Baxter, I'll help you pack.

You've a lot on your plate.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes, I could do with a hand.

But I've talked it through with Lady Mary and Lady Edith.

It's hard to cope with three ladies at once.

What with tweeds and evening dresses and tea gowns and all.

Tea gowns?

We're not in the 1890s now, Mr. Molesley.

More's the pity.

Did she take a cake with a file in it?

I don't know why you're making such a fuss, Mama.

You'd visit Denker if she were locked up.

Only to check if the locks were sound.

Well, Bates was found innocent.

No doubt Anna will be, too.

Lord knows they don't deserve their luck, those two.

VIOLET: Oh, I heard from Rosamund this morning.

She says she's going to try to get to the sale of the della Francesca.

Oh, I'm glad we'll be represented.

Pity it clashed with your trip north, or you could have gone.

Oh, I don't mind.

I've said goodbye.

Now, if you will excuse me, I must dash off.

I am expected in York at 3:00.

You should have gone in with Mary.

You could have given her lunch.

I didn't want to kick my heels before my appointment.

(door closes) Do you have any plans, Mama, for when we're away?

Well, Shrimpie's men have found Princess Kuragin, and when she arrives in England, she's coming straight to me.

What?

When did you hear?

Yesterday.

So we've got her out and brought her to safety.

You must be looking forward to seeing her again.

Hardly.

BRANSON: But if you don't like her, why have you gone to the business of sending Shrimpie to her rescue?

That's what I keep asking.

EDITH: Well, Granny?

Oh, you know me.

Never complain, never explain.

You don't usually have much trouble complaining.

(softly): Did you give a false name?

Certainly not.

But suppose it comes out in the papers that you came to see me?

It will show that the Crawleys do not believe you did it.

Yes, but... Who knows what they'll come up with before they're done?

What do you mean?

I've been here before with Mr. Bates.

They weave their web with little lies and innuendo until they hold you fast.

Anna, all they have is one man who thinks he saw you.

That's not enough.

Any character witness could prove it isn't in your nature, and you know we would all testify to that if it comes to it.

(door slams) I assume you know about Lady Mary's visit this morning?

I do.

I don't like it.

Suppose it gets into the papers?

"Earl's Loyal Daughter Visits Maid in Prison."

I should think the public would like her for it.

Whether they do or not, I hate to give them the chance to poke their grubby noses into our business.

What on earth is going on here?

Shouldn't you be in the gunroom?

Mr. Jackson's got the under keeper with him.

I didn't want to be in their way.

You're in our way here.

It won't take long, Mr. Carson, and I'm glad of the chance to check it's all in shape before they go.

THOMAS: I don't need checking, thank you.

And, in fact, I'm to load for his lordship, which you never can.

Mr. Barrow's father was a shooting man.

Killing sparrows by the gasworks is hardly the same as shooting grouse at Brancaster Castle!

It must have been hard for you to miss your visit today.

Lady Mary wanted to go, and they only allow one visitor at a time unless there's a special reason.

It may help for them to see that the family thinks her innocent.

So the sacrifice could be worth it.

I'd cut my arm off if I thought it would do any good.

Oh, I don't think that'd be sensible, Mr. Bates.

We can't have you wobbly at both ends.

They didn't finish this and they're away tomorrow, so I thought we might.

It's a favorite of mine.

It's very nice.

You won't go far wrong with a Margaux.

These four are real contenders.

Three good sized bedrooms, bathroom already installed, and a room off the kitchen for a maid.

And where's the butler's pantry?

If we're offering bed and breakfast, there should be someone there to run it.

Oh, I don't know.

We should go and look at them, and then we'll talk.

Is it worth speaking to Murray again before we go?

Why can't he just get her out?

He says they've uncovered something, but they won't tell him what it is.

What did Susan have to say for herself?

She's furious we've been invited to Brancaster and she hasn't.

How did she find out?

I told her.

I didn't want her to hear it from someone else.

The divorce will be a big thing for Lord Sinderby to get over.

The cars are ready, m'lord.

Thank you, we're just coming.

What's the matter?

What were you doing in York yesterday?

I wish you'd tell me.

It's nothing worth bothering about.

Are we all here?

Where are the children?

Nanny said she'd bring them down to say goodbye.

They'll be outside.

George, come to Mummy.

You too, Marigold.

Come to... ...me.

Come on, darling.

Did you see that?

Edith wanted to say "Come to Mummy," but she stopped herself just in time.

Still sure I shouldn't have it out with her?

Quite sure.

It's not our secret.

CARSON: Check every piece of luggage when they're transferred in York.

I have changed trains before, Mr. Carson.

(clears throat) ROBERT: I'm impressed you should come to say goodbye, Mama.

Why do you always talk of me as if I were a salmon who laid my eggs in the gravel and then swam back to the sea?

You're very maternal, aren't you, Granny?

If it suits you.

When does Princess Kuragin turn up?

Tomorrow.

What about the prince?

He'll be coming to dinner that night.

Will you be there?

Would I miss it?

I can't tell you how sorry I am that we will.

Get aboard before I get cross with you.

CONDUCTOR: All aboard!

It's all in your hands, Carson.

May they prove worthy of the charge, m'lord.

(whistle blows) Lord Sinderby, Branson, and Barrow.

Not what I'd call a recipe for a peaceful week's shooting.

Makes you wonder what they'll be shooting at by the end of it.

(laughing) So Daisy, what are you working at while they're away?

I haven't decided yet.

You don't sound very keen.

To be honest, sometimes I'm not sure I should go on with it.

I mean, what am I trying to prove?

Oh dear, we're not having another crisis, are we?

No, but the more I think about it, the more I wonder, how realistic are my plans?

Won't it make more sense now to just get on with my life?

Mrs. Patmore?

What are you doing in here?

Oh, I came up for a bit of air.

It's nice to get your head above ground for five minutes.

(train chugging) Now, for Rose's sake, we must all be on our best behavior.

I agree.

Sinderby always looks as if he's spoiling for a fight whether he is or not, so we must all be careful not to give him grounds for one.

I wonder if I was right to come.

I don't want to sound like Larry Grey, but I'm not Lord Sinderby's idea of the perfect son-in-law.

MARY: Stuff and nonsense.

We Crawleys stick together.

For once, I agree with Mary.

You'll enjoy it when you get there.

Besides, you're a good shot.

Any host will forgive a lot if you get the numbers up.

(sighs) What is it?

Can I do anything to help?

Yes.

Stop fussing.

EDITH: I suggested to Nanny that she take the children to Lake Gormire for a picnic.

But do you think it too dangerous?

Should I telephone to cancel it?

Why don't you just shut them up in a box in the attic and let them out when they're 21?

Don't be unkind.

Well, honestly, I'm the mother around here and I'm not panicking.

♪ ♪ So everything's under control?

I'd say so, m'lord.

The housekeeper has drawn up the list of rooms.

How do you find the servants generally?

Are they cooperative?

They'd rather be taking orders from their own butler.

But I'd rather be giving them to mine.

Lord Hexham didn't seem to think it would be a problem.

Nor is it, m'lord.

Do you really want tea in the library, m'lady?

Apparently, tea is normally served in the antelibrary here.

How interesting, Stowell, but we will have it in the library.

Why must he always know better?

Because he always knows better.

Oh... ♪ ♪ ROSE: Oh, it's so thrilling you could come!

Cora!

How was Venice?

Wonderful.

Sublime.

There was water all over the streets!

(laughs) What a marvelous place this is.

Do you know it?

I came here once when I was young in old Lord Hexham's day.

They were trying to unload a niece.

The new one's not much here, which is why they let out the shooting.

Luckily for us.

Welcome to Brancaster.

I hope you had a decent journey.

This is Stowell, whom we've brought with us.

He'll be running it all.

Quite a challenge for you.

(grunts) We're not a very big party, so we'll be quite cozy.

We know some of the locals, which is one of the reasons we took it.

ATTICUS: And Lord Hexham has asked us to be kind to a couple of his late father's pals.

ROBERT: That seems a bit steep, given what Lord Sinderby must be in for.

Can't we use Christian names?

My name is not a Christian name.

You know what I mean.

Shall we go through?

All right, off you go, quick as you can.

May I introduce myself?

I am Mr. Barrow, valet to the Earl of Grantham.

I believe you are temporary valet to Lord Grantham.

The sad story of Mrs. Bates has reached our ears.

News travels fast.

I'm Lord Sinderby's butler, Stowell.

Oh, so you're a novice here, too?

I am not a novice anywhere.

(footsteps) Those are for Mr. Branson.

He's up here without a valet.

Few chauffeurs travel with a valet.

Heavens, you are up to date with your detail, Mr. Stowell.

How can you bear to wait on him?

We do what we have to do, don't we?

On which subject, you will help out as a footman while you're here.

Excuse me.

I am an underbutler, and... Lord Hexham is seldom at home, and so they do not maintain a full staff.

You will serve as a footman.

Don't worry.

We'll find you a livery.

BAXTER: Are the rooms of Lady Grantham, Lady Mary, and Lady Edith close by?

I'm maiding all of them.

Then you'll be sturdy by the time you get home.

What does Mr. Branson do when the others are shooting?

Pick up?

Or read motor magazines?

In fact, he's a very good shot.

Is he indeed?

I suppose that was his training with the Fenians.

Well, I'm sorry if we're not up to your standards, Mr. Stowell.

VIOLET: She'll arrive about 6:00 and come straight here.

That'll give her time to change.

I doubt she has much to change into.

Yes, well I'll...

I'll see to that.

And the prince?

I've asked him for dinner at 8:00.

You'll be there a few minutes before.

Suppose he brings his toothbrush?

I'll let him stay.

I mean, they're well and truly married.

God knows I can swear to that.

I've asked Lord Merton.

Yes, he can talk to the princess.

They can discuss syringes and stitches and things.

What fun you make it sound.

LORD SINDERBY: We're not a large party.

Atticus has a friend, Charlie Rogers, who's about an hour away.

He's coming on Thursday.

And we've got the agent, Mr. Pelham, coming.

You should invite Shrimpie.

He's a marvelous shot.

I gather you've asked a few of Lord Hexham's friends.

Very good of you.

I suspect some of them have had to overcome their principles to accept my hospitality.

The English have strong principles, except when it comes to the chance of good shooting or eating well.

SINDERBY: How true.

You.

Milk.

I was wondering if I might have some sugar... How rude.

I'm afraid Stowell's a snob.

He'll have found out about Tom's background and now he's punishing him for it.

Well, we can't allow that.

I don't think I've noticed that before.

My mother's maid gave it to me as a wedding present.

When I was a girl, if I was ill, she would make the most delicious chicken broth and serve it in this.

DENKER: There's nothing better than chicken broth as a pick-me-up.

No, and it really was delicious.

I remember it to this day.

She used to say every good lady's maid should know how to make a restorative broth.

Those days have gone, I'm afraid.

Quite gone, eh, Miss Denker?

I'm not sure I'd agree.

(chuckles) VIOLET: Spratt?

You mustn't be jealous when Denker is saying she can cook.

I was not so much jealous as dubious, m'lady.

You'll have to prove him wrong one day, Denker.

Yes, prove me wrong and make us all a delicious broth.

Well, we'll see.

That's right.

Seeing is believing, eh, Miss Denker?

(door closes) I'm sorry.

I thought it was settled we'd go tomorrow.

We can if we must, but I just don't see why we're in such a hurry.

I'll be off first thing, if that's all right, Mr. Carson.

I'd love to give you something to take for her, but they wouldn't let her keep it.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

But it's knowing that we're thinking of her.

That's what counts.

Poor Mr. Bates.

What a nightmare he must be living through.

At least they let him visit a lot.

Only until she's convicted.

LORD SINDERBY: The wagons are outside.

We better get moving.

Oh, give anything you need to your loader.

We'll see them in the butts.

Rachel.

Yes?

You with me?

No, I think I'll chum Tom for this drive.

Mary can keep you company.

As you wish.

(dogs barking) SINDERBY: I'm afraid your father's rather disappointed that I'm not inclined to welcome your cousin Shrimpie under my roof.

Papa only said he was a good shot, and he is.

Lord Sinderby, now that we're family, wouldn't it be better just to accept the situation of Rose's parents?

Wouldn't it make it pleasanter for everyone?

I can't pretend to approve of divorce.

Even for you.

And you can't learn to live with it?

Even for Rose's sake?

(sighs) Did you shoot as a boy?

I used to shoot pigeons on my grandfather's farm.

Pigeons are very difficult.

(laughs) Thank you.

Was it hard?

Joining their family?

Hard enough.

Sybil was dead and I had to do it on my own.

They seem much more welcoming than we are.

I was still a shock to the system.

(laughs) Daniel Sinderby is a prig.

I suppose Rachel just wants us all to be friends.

But in her husband's case, she has such poor material to work with.

Robert?

What is it?

Where did you go in York?

Ah, here they come!

(gunshots) LADY SINDERBY: Excellent!

They haven't got a case.

Yes, you were in London, but so were seven million other people.

You're not listening.

They have found something out.

About me.

That's nonsense.

It can't be anything that matters.

I should have told you, and I feel badly about it now.

You know my father was a laborer.

And he was killed in an accident at work.

Yes, when I was about six and me and my sister and mother were left destitute.

Until she married again.

And your stepfather was an iron worker.

I know all this.

Not all of it.

It wasn't much at first.

Slight touches, brushing past me.

I still remember the smell of the beer on his breath.

Couldn't you tell your mother?

She didn't want to believe it.

What would she have done if he'd left?

Then one night, he kept looking at me, and I knew what was coming.

So I fetched a knife from the scullery and I waited in the dark.

Are you saying you killed him?

No.

No, of course not.

I threatened him.

And when he wouldn't stop, I struck him with the blade, but I only cut him.

You mean nothing happened.

Well, he screamed blue murder.

So the watch came, but my mother persuaded him to say he slipped and fell, that it was an accident.

After that, I took a job further up north as a tweeny.

But it must have been in the records, and now they've found it.

Either that or he heard I was in prison and told them.

You're not guilty.

So there must be a way to prove it.

Do you never doubt?

I once asked you that question, and my answer is the same as yours.

I don't doubt.

But I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east, either.

Thank you.

EDITH: I wonder what the children are doing now.

Not worrying about us.

You're right, of course.

I'm sure they're being spoiled to death.

Of course they are.

Might I have some bread?

Thank you, Stowell.

You're very kind.

(quietly): I do apologize.

MARY: Poor Atticus.

How can he reprimand his father's butler?

Lord Sinderby wouldn't take kindly to that.

But the silly thing is, I don't think Stowell even likes my father-in-law.

He seems obsequious enough.

Oh, he's all bows and deference to his face, but my maid tells me it's a different story behind his back.

That's a frightening thought when you remember what a butler knows about the family he serves.

They all know far more about us than we do about them.

Well, it's nice, but it would take a lot to get it up to a standard where we could charge money to stay there.

Oh, not so much.

We'd employ the estate workers and I'd supervise.

While I'd be supervising the mythical "maid of all work"?

We'd share the duties.

But that's the whole point.

All right, where's the next one?

We'll take the bus to Helmsley, and then it's a bit of a hike.

Keep calm.

I'm not dead yet.

It was kind of you to send a motor car.

We didn't want you to get lost.

Where is the princess?

She's upstairs, changing.

We haven't seen her yet, any of us.

I borrowed this from the Theatre Royal.

Oh?

Well, shall we...?

Are you sure you wouldn't rather greet her in a room by yourself?

We can always scoot back.

No, no, it will be easier not to be alone at first.

I haven't seen her for five years.

I want you all here.

The presence of strangers is our only guarantee of good behavior.

I hate the way Stowell treats Mr. Branson.

He isn't polite downstairs.

He doesn't approve of Mr. Branson's bettering himself.

What right has he to approve or disapprove?

Anyway, Lady Rose says he doesn't even like Lord Sinderby.

I'm not sure his lordship is very easy to like.

True enough.

But is there any way to get Stowell a black mark?

Can't Barrow come up with something?

You're right.

Mr. Barrow usually has a card or two up his sleeve.

Well, tell him to get one out of his sleeve and play it, pronto.

THOMAS: I don't mind taking him down a peg or two.

But how?

Hmm... Let me think about it while I'm cleaning these.

That reminds me, have you seen Lord Sinderby's valet?

Why?

I've run out of waterproofing wax.

Excuse me, do you know where I can find Lord Sinderby's valet?

Mr. Daunt?

He's gone out.

He won't be back before 10:00.

Oh, thank you.

I think I've got an idea.

Do you think Lady Mary would mind annoying Lord Sinderby into the bargain?

None of our lot would mind.

And will you help me?

I suppose so, seeing as it's what Lady Mary's asked for.

Then there's your answer.

I don't understand.

You will.

We need a piece of paper and a pencil.

Come with me.

The Princess Kuragin.

(door closes) Igor.

Irina.

Shall I introduce everyone?

If you wish, but what difference will it make?

You've had a long journey, Princess.

Obviously.

I would so like to go to Russia.

I'm afraid I never have.

Then you've missed it.

Do you have everything you need?

I wear the clothes you had put out.

I didn't know if you'd have your luggage with you.

I have no luggage.

I have no possessions to put in my luggage.

Come, my dear.

Nothing is more tedious than other people's misfortunes.

Let us just be grateful to Lady Grantham.

Hmm.

Last time we met, the circumstances were rather different.

I don't remember.

I think you do.

Ah, there's a note here for a Mrs. Brennan.

Who's that?

The cook.

Why?

As I say, somebody's left a note for her.

So you'd better take it in.

How can you be sure they won't trace it back to us?

I'm not a complete amateur, Miss Baxter.

Give me some credit.

(music playing) It's rather a nuisance, but Charlie Rogers has rung to say he's got a friend staying, so he's either got to bring him on Thursday or chuck.

Oh, that's maddening-- what will you do?

I've said to bring him, but it means I can't shoot.

How infuriating!

Who is he?

He's called Henry Talbot, but I don't know anything about him.

Well, I'll tell the agent not to come.

No, poor Mr. Pelham.

That's too unkind.

I don't know why exactly, but we all feel a bit sorry for him.

Oh.

Oh, this is very nice, Mrs. Patmore.

Quite a treat.

Well, the cat's away, so we mice might as well play a little.

Who have you invited?

Oh, just us, Mr. Bates, Mr. Molesley, and Daisy.

Daisy?

To wait on us, I assume?

To wait on us and eat with us, and if that thought's too democratically overpowering, you can share what I've made for the housemaids.

It is your choice.

Is everything settled?

What's this?

MRS. PATMORE: Mr. Murray is coming tomorrow to see Anna, and he's got permission for Mr. Bates to be present.

I'll be gone most of the day.

I hope to speak to him afterwards.

Of course, don't worry.

We'll expect you when we see you.

Here's Mr. Molesley.

Now we can begin.

I hope I haven't kept you waiting.

I wonder whether I might have some wine.

LORD SINDERBY: Have you not had any?

Stowell, what's the matter with you?

What the devil's going on?

Rachel?

Hmm?

Can you explain this?

Explain what?

Why am I not being given anything decent to eat?

I don't know.

Stowell?

It was your lordship's order.

What are you talking about?

What is the matter with you tonight?

Mr. Daunt left a note for the cook, saying you'd asked...

I never said a thing to Daunt.

And why are you so rude to Mr. Branson?

Really, there's no need.

The cook told me you had requested simpler... Stowell, someone's played a joke on us.

Now, when you got the note, did it look like Daunt's writing?

I never saw the note.

And obviously Mrs. Brennan is not familiar... What?

Do you dare to use the word "obviously" when you contradict me?

Now, take this away, fetch me some dinner, and conduct yourself more professionally in the future!

And bring that back, you stupid fool.

We're not shooting tomorrow, so would you like to see the estate?

What fun that would be.

Don't you think so, Robert?

(clears throat) Goodness.

He does get so rattled by things.

I'm not very keen on your butler, so I'm afraid I rather enjoyed it.

Well, maybe, but Stowell is a proud chap.

He won't find that easy to forgive.

I don't think Barrow will much like being called a stupid fool.

I think you'll enjoy Paris.

Oh, many of our countrymen have settled there.

Of course they've lost everything.

But so have we.

Including the will to live.

MERTON: Well, if you're going to be miserable, you might as well do it in charming surroundings.

With your permission, I am going up now.

(bell rings) I hope you will be comfortable.

My maid Denker will be looking after you.

I will be more comfortable tonight than I will ever be again.

You don't know that.

But I do, Mrs. Crawley.

Good night.

VIOLET: What time will you call for the princess in the morning?

KURAGIN: Whenever would suit you.

If that's what you've decided.

Me?

I'm surprised you think there is still a decision to be made.

You are good to lend her those things.

They are given, not lent.

So.

Tomorrow, we say goodbye.

Is that what you really want?

It's how it must be.

I don't understand you.

You will if you try.

Spratt will see you to the car.

I'll do that.

I should be going.

Thank you.

Goodnight.

Goodnight.

I have a sense that a game of high stakes has been played here tonight, although I couldn't tell you who the winner is.

Me, I hope.

Goodnight.

(door closes) So?

Have you told the prince his cause is hopeless?

Yes.

I am sad to say.

Sad?

I will never again receive an immoral proposition from a man.

(chuckles) Was I so wrong to savor it?

(chuckles) (groaning) What is the matter?

I should go.

Barrow will be waiting for me in the dressing room.

Let him wait.

I want you to tell me whatever it is you're hiding.

I'm not hiding it exactly.

It's probably nothing.

And what if it isn't nothing?

I've been having some pains in my chest.

Well, in my chest, in my side, in my tummy.

What sort of pains?

Quite sharp.

So I went to see a man I'd heard about in York.

He said I have-- well, I might have-- angina.

Oh, my God.

This is why I didn't want to tell you about it.

It doesn't mean that I'm about to drop down dead of a heart attack.

But he wants me to go for tests when we get back.

Then you shouldn't be shooting.

He said that if it relaxes me, it's fine.

I don't know how relaxing this whole trip is.

Oh, that was unpleasant, wasn't it?

To see a man shouting at his butler.

I think I will speak to Edith.

Why now?

Well.

You never know what's coming, do you?

I want to make it clear that everything's all right between us.

Please look after yourself.

But that's your job, my darling, and you do it so well.

Mrs. Crawley said how much she enjoyed the evening, m'lady.

It was colorful.

Thank Mrs. Potter for the delicious dinner, but please tell her I need a rest from such rich delights.

Are you ready to go up, m'lady?

Yes.

What about some of Miss Denker's famous broth?

I'm aware that you're teasing, Spratt, but as a matter of fact, it would be very nice.

Miss Denker?

Will you take up the challenge of the wooden spoon?

Oh, wouldn't I be in Mrs. Potter's way?

I'd never want to be a nuisance.

I bet you wouldn't, and there's a stove in the still room.

Could you manage with that, Denker?

I'd be delighted, m'lady.

You see, Spratt?

Not every spring and lever obeys your touch.

(knocking) Come in.

Papa?

Is something the matter?

No, nothing's the matter, and that's what I want to make clear.

I don't understand.

What's this about?

Marigold.

I see.

And what do you want to say about Marigold?

I think you know what I want to say.

What I want you to say.

I can't give her up.

Of course not.

Have you told Tom?

No, but he might have guessed.

So now everyone knows.

Everyone except Mary.

I want your forgiveness, Papa.

Am I allowed to say that still?

It's not the way I'd have had things.

I won't lie to you about that.

But this is what's happened.

I believe Michael Gregson was an honorable man... Oh, he was, Papa.

He really was.

He would have married me as soon as he could, I know that.

I think so, too.

So now we must do our best for his child, for his sake as well as yours.

That's so lovely of you.

But I think we should keep it in the family.

Even in 1924, there are plenty of people who might be unpleasant.

But... Do you forgive me, Papa?

Oh, my darling, I'm sure I need your forgiveness quite as much as you need mine.

Now, go to bed.

And sleep well.

(door closes) I gather you got more than you bargained for.

I've had my run-ins with his lordship before, but I've never been insulted in public, and I don't intend to start now.

Still, Mr. Stowell got a flea in his ear, and that's what we wanted.

What you and Lady Mary wanted, perhaps.

I've got bigger plans now.

What do you mean?

Oh, you'll see.

(knocking) Yes?

What do you want?

To add my sympathy, Mr. Stowell.

He insulted me and all, you know.

(door closes) I felt for you, and I thought you showed great restraint.

For a servant in that situation, restraint is Hobson's choice.

Write something.

How do you mean?

Write something.

"My name is Barrow and I live in Yorkshire."

It wasn't you, then.

Why would it be me?

The staff resent me.

Their butler's on holiday and they hate taking orders from me.

That doesn't give his lordship much excuse to behave as he did.

"His lordship."

His lordship with a title that's not ten minutes old!

I know a lot about his dirty-fingered lordship, and he's forgotten that!

I expect you could tell me things he wouldn't much like to read on the front page of the Times.

You'd be surprised.

Go on, then.

Surprise me.

EDITH: It's a shame Lord Sinderby wouldn't come.

ATTICUS: Mother did ask him.

She thought it might get rid of some of the nasty taste of last night, but he said no.

ROSE: He's a difficult man.

Or shouldn't I say that?

You can say what you like after that dinner.

Oh, well.

At least we gave the county something to talk about.

I wonder what the truth was about the letter from the valet.

Well, Baxter says it was one of the Castle staff.

They hate Stowell.

BRANSON: They'll hear no argument from me.

Well, it's over now.

Why were you all in a huddle at breakfast?

Atticus has been offered a job in New York.

Oh, congratulations.

Thank you.

Aren't you going to America soon?

I am.

I'm going to Boston.

When?

I'm planning to spend Christmas at Downton and leave in the new year.

Well, it hasn't been decided yet.

Poor Mary.

She hates to be left behind when everyone else is getting on with their lives.

It isn't that.

It's the thought of being left behind with you.

But you can't manage a broth, Miss Denker, special or otherwise?

Well, of course I would be very good at it...

If you only knew where to start.

I should never have volunteered, but if you'd seen the look on Mr. Spratt's face, you'd have sworn you could paint the Mona Lisa and be finished by teatime.

Won't Mrs. Potter help?

I don't trust her.

I think she's in league with the enemy.

Oh, blimey.

We'd all better come and work at the Dower House.

It sounds a lot more exciting than here.

How much attention will they pay to Mrs. Bates's past?

Well, you can see the problem.

A man attacks her and she stabs him with a knife.

Now there's another attack and she pushes him to his death on a busy road.

There is a pattern.

If that's what you think, then why are you here?

Mr. Bates, please.

I hope we've not left our manners outside the prison gates.

Of course, your stepfather didn't bring a charge against you.

That was my mother's doing.

But it may mean that we can have it ruled as inadmissible.

That would undermine their case and it might never come to a trial.

But can you achieve such a ruling?

I will do everything I can.

You seem to think I'm angry with your sons.

I'm not at all.

Then why can't we forget that horrible evening ever happened?

I'm not angry with them, but I accept that they have no desire to see their mother replaced.

This is my fault.

I've taken such care to shield them from the truth.

Which is?

I was wretched with their mother.

Perhaps she was wretched with you.

No doubt.

We were very ill-suited.

But now they're preventing my first chance of real happiness.

I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared to live the rest of my life in an atmosphere of loathing and resentment.

I will not come between a father and his sons.

Then may I ask you to be honest?

Is that the only barrier?

If they were to welcome you into the family, you would marry me?

I would.

And I should be very glad to.

So, there is my challenge.

(laughs) DENKER: How do you get rid of all this scum?

MRS. PATMORE: It's the onions.

They're only supposed to sweat, but I think they fell down exhausted.

And you went a bit mad with the salt.

Shall we taste it?

Oh, my God.

(coughing) DAISY: Why don't I just make a bottle of it?

Then I could bring it to the house, you could warm it through and serve it.

No one will ever know.

And for now, we could give you all the ingredients so you could chop them about for Mr. Spratt's benefit.

(giggling) MURRAY: I'll use every precedent there is.

But if the story is admitted as evidence, will she be convicted?

Where the law is concerned, you can never be sure about anything.

Will she?

They have a strong motive, and they can prove opportunity because she was in London, which we do not deny.

No.

Now she's been identified on the pavement nearby at that moment.

And they'll use the earlier case to prove it wasn't against her nature.

It's quite strong, I'm afraid.

The cook's happy for you to announce dinner.

Thank you.

Mr. Barrow...

I'm afraid I said too much last night.

I was angry, and I'd had more to drink than was good for me.

Oh, don't worry about that, Mr. Stowell.

I've got a mind like a sieve.

That's dinner, everyone.

MARY: Will you shoot tomorrow, or have you given way to the uninvited guest?

I don't think I have a choice.

You can have my place.

Certainly not.

I've had two good days and we're out again on Friday, so I don't merit pity.

I hope your neighbor knows how accommodating you're being.

You can tell him if you like.

He's staying the night, so you'll have plenty of opportunity.

Don't tempt me.

I do find it astonishing the way people take these things for granted.

We can't all be as unselfish as you, Mary.

Just joking.

(chuckles) (knocking) You'll like this.

It's not dear, but I think it's very good value.

I've done the sums, and I believe we should put an offer in on the house on Brouncker Road.

Before I agree to be part of it?

I hope you will agree.

To our future as property magnates.

Very well.

I can see there's no escape and I must tell the truth.

I've never caught you in a lie.

No, I don't lie.

But there are things I don't say.

I've allowed this folly to go on because...

I don't know, really.

Because it was a nice idea, and I would have liked to come in with you.

I would have.

But you won't?

I won't because I can't.

I don't know if I've ever told you that I have a sister.

I always thought you had no family left.

Which may be because that's what I wanted you to think.

My sister Becky was born... She's not quite right in the head.

While my mother was alive, she looked after her, but when she died...

There was no one but you.

Precisely.

My choice was simple: either I gave up work and we lived on a pittance, or I went on working and paid for her to be cared for.

But that must have cost a fortune.

It cost every penny I could spare.

So there you have it.

I've got no savings because I've got no money.

I'm a pauper.

But what about your retirement?

Have you not paid into any schemes?

I can't retire.

I must work for as long as anyone will let me.

I wish you very well with your house, Mr. Carson.

You've earned it.

But there is no place for me in the project.

Now I've embarrassed you.

I'm not embarrassed.

I'm ashamed.

That I chivvied and bullied you, when if I'd had any sensitivity at all... No, don't say that.

I've enjoyed our little dream.

I'm the one to blame for stringing you along.

Oh, never.

Well, as I say, I hope you buy it.

I hope you're able to without me.

I am, but... (knocking) I've had a telegram from Mr. Murray.

May I use your telephone, Mr. Carson?

He says it's bad news.

Oh no, I'm sorry to hear that.

Be my guest.

(door closes) (dogs barking) Rose, you chum Tom.

Mary, go with Mr. Talbot.

Rachel... Oh, sort it out between you.

I'll see you all there.

I'm not quite sure where I'm supposed to go.

Oh, he's such a controller.

Go where you'd like.

Mr. Rogers?

Would it be awful if I were left alone with my loader?

Of course not.

Well, I wouldn't mind, if you've got nothing better to do.

I'm Bertie Pelham, the agent.

Are you often asked to come when they're shooting?

No, I'm not.

And I'm staying for dinner, which they really didn't have to do.

It's very kind.

TALBOT: Thanks for keeping my spirits up.

MARY: Some men hate having strangers with them.

My father does.

Oh, I don't mind.

Especially not you.

You're staying with Mr. Rogers, aren't you?

That's right.

Lord Sinderby said he could bring me.

Very decent of him.

Do you shoot a lot?

Not at this level.

That explains it.

What explains what?

Nothing.

No, go on, I insist.

Well, it's none of my business, but Atticus isn't shooting today to make room for you.

Atticus, Lord Sinderby's son?

That's terrible.

Why didn't someone tell Charlie there was no room?

They thought it inhospitable.

As soon as this drive's over, I'll swap places.

No, don't.

His guns are back at the castle, it's all settled now.

Look, forget I said anything.

Is your husband one of the other guns?

No.

Although my late husband was quite good at it.

In the end.

You're a young widow.

But then I suppose the war gave us many young widows.

It wasn't the war.

In fact... (rustling) Look out, here they come.

(gunshots) Well done.

Fluke.

(gunshots continue) How long have you been the agent?

About a year and a half.

But I've known Brancaster all my life.

Oh?

The Old Lord Hexham was my father's cousin, his second cousin.

They're both dead now, but we used to come here every so often.

Which is why you were given the job?

That's rather a leading question.

Sorry.

Of course, you're right.

When my father died, I left the army.

I didn't know what to do next, and I suppose Cousin Peter felt sorry for me.

No burning ambitions?

Not really.

I'm always jealous of those chaps who fly the channel or invent a cure or something.

What about you?

Are you pining for some unfulfilled dream?

Not today.

Today, I feel very happy.

(wings flapping) (gunshots) (dog barking) Good morning, Daisy.

Can I help you with anything?

No, thank you, Mr. Spratt.

I were just...

I looked in on Miss Denker.

I see.

And what are you carrying so diligently?

Ah, the basket's empty.

Yes.

I'm looking in at the shops on my way back.

Ah.

I have news of my own.

As you know, I told you I discussed it all with Dickie.

And you agreed to marry him, if he could bring his sons around.

And this morning, I had a letter from Larry Grey.

Oh, goodness.

Is it polite?

Judge for yourself.

"Dear Mrs.

Crawley."

Well, that's a good start.

The sentiment of the greeting is not reflected in the text.

"My father has requested that I reexamine my feelings "when it comes to your proposed union.

"I have reexamined them and I find them to be unchanged.

"I hope you will persuade him "to avoid any further attempts to make me reconsider, "which could only prove embarrassing to us both.

Yours sincerely, Larry Grey."

Have you shown this to him?

Not yet.

I'm not sure I should.

And I suppose you'll take it lying down.

I'll take it lying down, standing up, or in a semi-recumbent posture.

The matter is decided.

I will not have my final years overshadowed by a tear-stained tug of war.

Well, I suppose there is one consolation.

What's that?

Dr. Clarkson will be delighted.

(laughing) Thank you.

What's that?

Murray telephoned this morning.

There's a date for Anna's trial.

Oh, no.

What's that?

Anna is going for tr... (groans) That settles it.

You will not shoot any more today or tomorrow.

Don't embarrass me, please.

I won't, if you do as I say.

What can I do to help?

Take my place this afternoon.

What's the matter, Papa?

I'm perfectly all right.

I just need to take things a little easy.

If only he'd chosen not to be all man-like and keep it concealed.

Is there anything I can do?

You could send someone to fetch Mr. Aldridge's guns.

You see?

This is why I didn't want to make a thing of it.

Is it really true about Anna?

We'll know more when we get home.

MARY: You probably heard you're off the hook.

Papa's given his place to Atticus, so you'll pay no price for your thoughtlessness.

Be a sport and forgive me.

I'm here for the night and I don't want you scowling at me all through dinner.

I shall scowl if I think you deserve it.

I never meant it to happen.

Isn't there something called forgiveness through good intention?

Only for Catholics.

Let's sit down.

Surely you can't have meant for Daisy to make the broth instead of your good self.

This is all for show, isn't it?

Your intention was to serve Daisy's excellent soup and take the credit yourself.

What have you done with it?

I felt it would be discourteous to give it back, so it just seems best to pour it away and never speak of it again, don't you agree?

You must make it yourself now, Miss Denker.

Good luck to you.

(sighs) I'm glad to find you here and not in bed.

Have you recovered?

Completely.

I suppose I missed a marvelous afternoon.

Oh, spectacular.

Is Papa really ill?

I don't know, but now I just want to get him home in one piece.

I think we should wait a few minutes.

Stowell, who is this?

God Almighty.

What is it, what's happened?

What the hell is she doing here?

ROSE: What's her name?

Tell me her name.

What?

Tell me her name and I'll save you.

Diana.

Diana Clark.

Diana!

I don't believe you!

Oh, I never thought you'd make it!

This is my friend, Diana Clark.

Oh?

She said that she'd be in the neighborhood and I asked her to look in if she had any time.

You must stay for tea.

And... What's this little chap called?

Uh, Daniel.

Daniel?

But how extraordinary!

That's Lord Sinderby's name!

You come with me.

Play along and it will be fine.

The telegram said he'd be alone and to bring the boy.

ROSE: I'm sure it did, but unfortunately, he didn't send it.

Hello.

I'm Atticus, Rose's husband.

Why have we never met before?

I agree.

How silly is that?

Who is that woman?

She can't be a great friend of Rose.

I've never seen her before in my life.

Nor me.

The truth is, I asked Barrow to get Stowell into trouble and I'm terribly afraid he overdid it.

LADY SINDERBY: What's the matter?

You look as if you've had a stroke.

Oh, I can't have two of you laid up in one day.

I'm just a bit tired, that's all.

I'll lie down before dinner.

Right.

We're so interested to meet your very old friend, Mrs. Clark, whom we have never clapped eyes on before.

Help me.

Only if you tell me what's going on.

Of course you all know each other.

Diana, it's so lovely to see you again.

Indeed it is.

How have you been since you were last at Downton?

Oh, well.

Awfully, awfully well.

Will you excuse me?

I wish he'd come and speak to me, but I suppose he can't.

Who?

Oh, crikey.

No, he can't.

I've come all the way from London.

Who would do such a nasty thing?

I think I know, and I think I know why, but it won't help to tell you.

Mr. Bates.

Are you going somewhere?

I am.

In fact, can I ask a favor, Mr. Molesley?

Could you give these to Mr. Carson?

He'll know what to do with them.

Well, he's about somewhere.

No, I'd rather not see him.

And don't give them to him yet.

Wait 'til this evening.

Mr. Bates, are you in trouble?

My wife's in prison.

I'd call that trouble, wouldn't you?

Because I want you to know I'd gladly help you in any way I can.

I'm touched by that.

I mean it.

Thank you.

But the only way you can help me now is by delivering those letters.

You acted to save Lord Sinderby, but you saved me, too, from a hideous situation, and I am so grateful.

No need.

Please try not to think ill of him.

I'm not sure what I think.

Maybe it's good to know he has the same old feet of clay as the rest of us.

ATTICUS: Goodbye, Mrs. Clark.

Oh, you must call her Diana.

Diana.

No doubt we'll meet in London.

I look forward to it.

Me too.

Are you off?

No, I'm just going up to change, but I can't find my white tie.

Of course, I forgot you were staying for dinner.

MARY: Stowell looks like he's in a cage with a tiger.

Are you going to give him away to your father-in-law?

(door opens) Stowell.

(door closes) How did you know about Mrs. Clark?

Will you tell his lordship, m'lady?

I can't decide.

But in the meantime, I hope you can be more polite to Mr. Branson while he's with us.

Certainly, m'lady.

Rose, Mary, Robert.

Would you stay in here for a moment, please?

I'm glad to have caught you three.

I wasn't sure I could manage it.

I'm intrigued.

We needn't pretend.

You saw the depths of my humiliation earlier.

Well, who planned it, I wonder?

Everyone has enemies.

Well, I'd be grateful if we could restrict this knowledge to our number.

I do not believe that any of you would wish to cause either Rachel or Atticus pain.

No one else will ever know.

The truth is, it could all have been very much worse.

And that it was not is due entirely to Rose.

Rose, my dear, you are clever, kind, and resourceful.

And I wish to put it on record that I see now that we are lucky to have you in the family.

I shall be inviting your parents to stay as soon as is convenient.

You don't have to.

Oh, I think I do.

We all know that people who live in glass houses are ill-advised to throw stones.

Now, I've had a gramophone put into the library, so run along and enjoy yourselves.

Golly, what fun!

Thank you.

She'll love you forever if you'll let her.

That's who she is.

I know that now.

I was stupid not to have seen it before.

MRS. HUGHES: The letters to his lordship and Mr. Murray must tell the same story.

Why confess?

It makes no sense.

The police said someone short pushed Mr. Green.

Mr. Bates isn't short.

Didn't he spend that day in York?

The lost ticket was never used.

If only it wasn't lost.

Do we know what he was doing there?

He said he had lunch in a pub and he couldn't remember which one.

There are hundreds of pubs in York.

But Mr. Bates had lunch in one of them.

I don't believe he's guilty, whatever he's written there.

He just wants Anna out of prison, and I don't blame him for that.

Might I have the key for Mr. Bates's cottage?

You never know, he might have left a clue as to where he was going.

I'm not sure what we'll do with it if he has, Mr. Molesley, but you can have the key.

(upbeat jazz playing) Is there anything I can get you, sir?

Anything you'd like?

No, no, thank you, Stowell.

You've been very considerate.

MARY: That makes it all worth it.

Makes what worth it?

It would take too long to explain.

Suffice to say the butler is back in his box.

Well, that sounds rather snobbish.

Not in this instance.

What was really going on this afternoon with that woman?

The one with the little boy in tow?

What makes you think there was anything going on?

All right.

Why was Lord Sinderby in a panic?

Why did Lady Rose take over?

Why did your father pretend to know the visitor when he clearly did not?

And why was Lady Sinderby in total ignorance throughout?

Naturally, I'm not going to answer any of your questions, but I am impressed you should ask them.

Well done.

Are you looking forward to going home?

Why, particularly?

Aren't you missing Marigold?

Aren't you missing Sybbie?

Isn't Mary missing George?

Not quite as much.

What are you trying to say?

Not a lot really, but these will be my last months at Downton.

And you have always been my ally.

I'd like to feel we were honest with each other.

You see, where I grew up, there were quite a few Marigolds.

I'm not sure I understand you.

I think you do.

My cousin Nula had a child that was brought up as her sister.

No one talked of it, naturally.

But we all knew.

I told Papa you'd guessed.

So they're both in on it.

They are now.

And Mary?

Does she know?

No.

She's completely uninterested in me, which should keep me safe.

Please keep it to yourself.

Not for my sake so much as for hers.

You may not believe it, but I'm a signed up member of this family now.

(new song begins playing) Can I have this one?

Of course.

You looked very intense.

Oh, we were just talking about our ward.

My family adopted a little girl.

She's growing up at Downton.

What's the new Lord Hexham like?

He must be your cousin.

My third cousin.

Does that count?

Is he nice?

Peter's all right.

He's not here much.

He always seems to be in North Africa.

Do you always ask so many questions?

(laughs) I'm glad I've caught you.

They said in the dining room you'd left.

I hope it didn't spoil your breakfast.

I haven't had it yet.

We wanted to make an early start.

Charlie's got something on this afternoon.

Well, goodbye, Mr. Talbot.

I feel guilty now, trying to make you feel uncomfortable yesterday.

But you were quite right.

I'll be less cavalier next time.

Maybe we'll meet again.

Are you ever in Yorkshire?

I have an aunt up there, so you never know.

Perhaps we'll meet shooting.

Maybe, but it's not my real sport.

What is?

Cars.

Cars?

Henry, we must go!

Heavens, what a snappy chariot.

Mr. Rogers clearly has hidden depths.

It's mine.

But thanks for the compliment.

(engine revving) ♪ ♪ Welcome back, m'lord.

Carson.

There's been a development while you were away.

Mr. Bates has gone.

I don't understand.

Gone where?

We don't know, m'lord.

But he's left you a letter.

ROBERT: How very mysterious.

Come on.

Mr. Carson!

So does that mean I stay on as valet?

Or am I expected to double up?

It all has to be thought through.

They must release Mrs. Bates now that they've got a confession.

No doubt his lordship is telephoning Mr. Murray as we speak.

Will he be hiding somewhere?

In Ireland, I presume.

He has family there.

And the English police are not too well regarded if they try to find him.

Why hasn't Anna been released?

Why did Carson wait?

I'll telephone Murray now.

He'll be able to get her out.

Though I don't believe for a moment Bates did it.

No, but neither did Anna, so it won't be unjust to set her free.

Have you caught up with yourself?

I'll be straight by the time they finish dinner.

Mr. Molesley, when you said earlier about what you were planning to do for Mr. Bates, using his photo...

Yes?

I'd like to be helpful.

I'd like to come with you.

Would you?

Because that would help a lot.

But I don't want anyone else to know.

Not unless it works.

(laughs) He's sure he can get her out at once.

He's coming up tomorrow.

Well, that's something.

Yes.

What is it?

In his letter to me, Bates has left instructions for how to get a message through to him.

An Irish address and telephone number.

Has he told anyone else?

Not as far as I know.

Not Carson.

What do you think I should do?

What you should do is easy: Tell the police.

But what I would do is keep it secret until we know more.

Thank heaven we both have a criminal turn of mind.

(birds chirping) I should go in round the back.

No, no, no, come this way to say hello to his lordship.

I saw the car.

What a relief.

We were waiting for it.

Yes, but I'm not released, m'lord.

I'm still on bail.

Maybe, but with a signed confession and a man on the run, they could never hope for a guilty verdict.

And if they find him and prove him innocent, then do I go back to prison?

It is a very frustrating situation.

If he's guilty, I'm innocent and if I'm guilty, he's innocent.

Except neither of us did it.

Which is what we must prove.

Well, you're home now, and that's something.

At least we're going forwards and not backwards.

And now, can the car take me to the station?

Stark will drive us both.

I have to be in York in half an hour, so I'm leaving now.

Carson, would you tell her ladyship where I've gone?

Certainly, m'lord.

Do you want to come in this way?

No, I'll go round by the kitchen courtyard, m'lady.

Might as well get back into the swing of things.

So this is the famous broth?

What else would it be?

Are you ready to be judged on it?

I shall be judged by you, Mr. Spratt, whatever happens.

Well, if you mean I will judge you for promoting yourself through lies and fraud, then yes, I will.

So will she.

Your unmasking is at hand.

(sighs) Oh!

God in Heaven.

(door opens) Oh, Denker?

Oh!

I was talking menus with Mrs. Potter when Spratt reminded me about the broth.

He didn't want your efforts to be overlooked.

I'm sure he didn't, not a chance.

Of course, the proof of the pudding is in the eating, m'lady.

Indeed.

May I taste it?

Uh...

Thank you.

I warned you, m'lady.

It is... delicious.

It can't be!

It's not possible!

There is a point, Spratt, where malice ceases to be amusing.

Thank you, Denker, very much.

I'm not hungry enough to do your soup justice this evening.

Let us save its delights for another day.

Whatever you wish, your ladyship.

Thank you.

Thank you.

(laughing) (indistinct chatter) I thought you'd look in before you came down.

To tell you how I got on in York?

Yes.

I wanted to wait until we were all together.

You'll be pleased to hear that I am not about to have a heart attack.

Your father has an ulcer.

Oh, that's a relief.

EDITH: Well, yes, it is a relief, but you've got to be good with your diet.

Well said.

We'll take it seriously.

White fish, chicken, no alcohol...

Steady on.

I mean it-- you frightened me and I don't like being frightened.

Even so, there must be room for negotiation?

Why don't you promise to lay off everything until Christmas Day?

Christmas Eve.

Very well-- Christmas Eve, Mama?

I suppose, but I'll be strict.

And then we'll have a merry Christmas as my last memory of Downton.

Don't make it sound so final.

Oh, I'll be back one day.

I'll need to see how the village turned out.

That reminds me.

Good news in the evening post.

The della Francesca sold amazingly well.

Oh, that's wonderful.

Let's go through.

Shall we?

Wonderful news, congratulations.

Hallelujah!

We are to have another footman to help you, Mr. Molesley.

Oh!

How did you wangle that?

His lordship has had some good news and I shamelessly took advantage.

Did I hear right, Mr. Carson?

Are we to have a new footman?

Do your ears have wireless aerials, Mr. Barrow?

I hope you'll give another chance to Andy.

The lad we had in London for Lady Rose's wedding?

He was very nice.

I seem to remember him gadding round town with Miss Denker and staying out 'til all hours.

I had no trouble with the lad, but it's your decision.

Thank you, Andy.

Pleasure, Miss Sybbie.

Ready for the lights?

Three, two, one...

It's beautiful, Daddy!

No luck there.

Shall we have a break after the next one?

I think that's a good idea.

Where to now?

I believe it's The Fountain Inn.

(clears throat) Shut your eyes.

I thought you'd like to know I've bought the house.

We've completed.

Oh, I am pleased.

That's a nice thing to know before Christmas.

You can open them now.

Ooh.

Will we be a big party?

Family, really.

Mr. Atticus and Lady Rose are coming, which is nice.

His parents won't bother with Christmas.

Don't start.

Then I gather they're off to New York in January, when Mr. Branson goes to Boston.

Yeah.

I'll miss him, I don't mind admitting it.

I know you're uncomfortable with him, but I feel he's a sort of bridge between us all.

I'm used to him.

I'll say that.

Heavens.

Don't let him hear you.

It'll go straight to his head.

(knocking) Ah, Mr. Carson.

Might I trouble you for a moment, please?

ROBERT: Come in.

I understand you asked to see me.

Carson will stay.

It's about Mr. Bates, m'lord.

So Carson tells us.

Please, we're all anxious to hear anything to Bates's good.

But how can we get a message to him?

That's what worries me.

Let us concern ourselves with that when we know the new evidence.

Mr. Bates told the police that he'd spent the day Mr. Green died walking round York.

He said he'd eaten in a pub, but he couldn't identify it.

He must have been out of his mind.

Is it any wonder he'd forgotten?

No.

But we know which pub it was.

What?

I took a photograph of Mr. Bates, and we, Miss Baxter and I, we've spent our days off walking around the city and questioning the landlords.

But it must have taken forever.

How long have you been doing this?

Since we came back from Brancaster.

And how many pubs have you visited?

Oh, 60, 70.

We had a list of them and we ticked them off, one by one.

We still had a third to do when we found him.

Oh, it's here, m'lord.

It's a Mr. Salter of the Pickerel in King Street.

And he'll swear to this?

He will, m'lady.

He remembered Mr. Bates's limp.

And he also remembered how he almost got angry when Mr. Salter tried to help him to a table.

Sounds like Bates.

Then they started talking, and it turned out that they'd both served in the South African War.

Mr. Bates is quite distinctive, so I believed we had a good chance.

May I make a suggeson?

If Mr. Vyner accepts this man's statement, then surely it would overturn any attempt to prosecute.

MARY: But if this does prove Bates's innocence, which clearly it does, won't they rearrest Anna?

We must cross that bridge when we come to it.

We can't leave Bates on the run when he's an innocent man.

Of course not.

Molesley, Baxter.

You have done something fine.

Generous and fine.

I'll telephone Mr. Murray at once, but I'm sure that neither Bates nor we can ever adequately express our gratitude.

Thank you, m'lord.

(fire crackling) (door opens) I've spoken to Murray.

He's certain there won't be a problem once he has the statement.

Have you sent a message to Bates?

I can't decide.

I should.

Tell him to come over, and when he's arrived to contact Murray without saying where he is.

Poor old Murray.

We'll have him running a thieves' kitchen before we're finished with him.

Do you think they'll rearrest Anna?

Murray says not.

The witness who identified her is having doubts, and the police know their case would be shredded in court.

Of course something else may turn up, but until it does...

They'll leave her at liberty.

Well, thank heaven.

I can't stop thinking about Tom leaving.

I suppose there's no point in trying to persuade him to let Sybbie stay?

No point at all.

How are you feeling?

Oh, better.

Much better.

Bored to sobs, but better.

Please be careful on Christmas Eve if you do decide to drink.

You'll get plastered on a sniff of sherry.

Paradise.

I'm serious.

You can't make a fool of yourself in front of the tenants.

They'd be uncomfortable.

I'm glad the picture sold so well.

It makes me feel better about spoiling it for you.

There is not now, nor ever will be, anything you have spoiled for me.

Well, don't spoil Christmas Eve for me.

(chuckles) Oh, my!

Taste that, Mrs. Hughes.

Maybe you'll write a cookery book, Daisy?

Maybe that's where she's headed.

Oh, I hope you change your mind about your studies and start the new year with a new determination.

I can't bear for it all to go to waste.

But you're always complaining they keep me from my work.

You know I don't mean it.

Anything could happen for you.

It's a wonderful feeling.

Maybe.

And if it means a bit of extra work for me, so be it.

And happy Christmas!

(laughing) Why didn't you show it to me before this?

It's been months!

Well, I've shown you now.

You must know I resent Larry's treatment of you very much.

Things can never be good between us again.

But it will not involve me.

And nothing will make you change your mind?

I'm afraid not.

But I will always think of you with great affection and wish you nothing but the best.

Well, that sounds more final than if you'd spat in my eye.

I love you, Isobel Crawley.

I know it's not enough.

I know I'm old and played out.

But I do love you with my whole heart.

You're not played out.

And it means a great deal to me.

But I will not poison what years we have left by setting you against your children.

(door opens) Oh!

Have I interrupted a lovers' tryst?

(laughs) Thank you for injecting humor into this moment of misery.

I must go.

Oh, dear, I've cut you short.

Not really.

There was nothing more to say.

Goodbye.

(door closes) That was rather sad.

Yes, it was sad.

Are we guests or servants tonight?

Both, I should hope.

I think we're as good as the tenant farmers, thank you very much.

Mr. Barrow, Andrew, they're starting to arrive.

Mr. Molesley can't manage on his own.

If you could bring up the food?

Yes, Mr. Carson.

Take those...

I wonder if I might have a word later.

If such a thing were possible.

It's possible.

Let me know when.

I thought it was a good moment while Mama has them all downstairs.

(fire crackling) What are you thinking?

I'm taking photographs in my mind to think of when I'm far away.

Oh, Tom...

I'm always ticking off Mary for saying she doesn't want you to go, but I hope you know how much I'll miss you.

Well, I know how much I'll miss all of you, and I suppose that must be pretty similar.

(footsteps approaching) Great minds think alike.

What do you say we take a moment to think of Sybil?

We're the three left on earth who loved her the most.

And Mama and Papa.

But we're the three who should have grown old with her.

That's true.

And who knows when we'll be together again?

Darling Sybil...

Wherever you are, we send you all our love and kisses for the happiest of happy Christmases.

Sybbie's last Christmas in this house.

The house where she was born.

Don't say that.

We'll be back.

You wouldn't consider leaving her here until you'd settled in?

No, I would not.

No.

But I love the way you love her.

We must go down.

They're arriving.

♪ Now to the Lord sing praises, all you within this place ♪ ♪ And with true love and brotherhood ♪ ♪ Each other now embrace ♪ ♪ The holy tide of Christmas all other doth deface ♪ ♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy, comfort and joy ♪ ♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy.

♪ Oh, we'll have a break now!

Please, all of you, help yourselves to a drink and have something to eat!

You too, Molesley, Andrew.

And Anna, you... you have a drink.

I want everybody to have a drink!

Some of us have already had a drink.

Oh, don't be such a spoilsport.

What do you think you're doing?

God, you are a dreary little man.

Is everything going well here?

M'lady.

Spratt?

Yes.

Because I don't like dissension.

Spratt, I won't have it.

Dissension, m'lady?

Perish the thought.

Let's keep it that way.

You look very dazed.

I am.

You forget, I've never done a Christmas before.

At least not properly.

Well, you're in for the Downton Christmas this year, and if that doesn't put you off, nothing will.

(laughs) It's funny.

It's finally beginning to sink in I now belong to two families.

I'm a part of both.

Me too.

It's called being married, and I think it's just lovely.

Don't let Mr. Carson catch you.

Oh, he seems a kind man to me.

He's a fair man, but I wouldn't put it higher than that.

Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Thank you.

(giggling) Oh, close the door, for God's sake.

Make them think they're not allowed in.

We can't stay for long.

It's cheating.

We have earned it, after the year we've had.

Oh, I know.

Proposals and propositions.

Not what one expects at our age.

Oh, but Cousin Violet, I do wish you'd tell me the truth about Princess Kuragin.

You detest her, and yet I've never known you fight for anyone with more passion.

I suppose they're in Paris now, so what harm can it do?

When I met the prince at the royal wedding, we fell madly in love.

And in the weeks that followed, weeks of balls and midnight skating to the strains of the balalaika, we resolved to elope.

You know, to be free.

And what happened?

Well, at the appointed hour, we started for the port to set sail in the prince's yacht, but my maid had betrayed us to the princess, who set out in pursuit.

She caught up with our carriage, wrenched the door open, and pulled me out.

Pulled you out?

What, by your arm?

Oh, by my arm, by my hair, by my leg.

Anything to get me out of the coach.

Then she flung me into the cab that brought her and sent me back to Lord Grantham.

You must have looked rather disheveled.

Men notice nothing.

So she saved you from ruin?

From ruin, from the loss of my children, and from a life in the shadows.

And you were grateful.

Within a week, I felt she had pulled me back from the brink of the abyss.

And now at last, you see, we are even.

She saved me, and I saved her.

And you've never strayed again?

I've never risked everything again.

That's not quite what I asked.

It's all the answer you'll get.

Remember, we were the Edwardians.

Oh, what are you doing, hiding in here?

(laughing) Quick, come out!

Chop chop!

I suppose you're all packed?

Pretty well.

But you and I should go through everything in my office.

In fact, you should take it over.

I wouldn't know where to start.

There's nothing I do you won't be able to manage twice as well.

Tom, Mary, you have to come.

Robert's about to give a speech, and it is not a good idea!

MARY: It was bound to happen.

He hasn't touched a drop for months.

ROBERT: Ladies and gentlemen... Ladies and gentlemen!

I hope you will let me speak for you when I thank his lordship for this wonderful party and for a marvelous year.

ROBERT: Now just a minute... ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow ♪ ♪ For he's a jolly good fellow... ♪ Is this a good moment?

It is if you want it to be.

♪ ...and so say all of us.

♪ (applause) I... And now Lady Mary is going to sing for us, accompanied by Lady Edith.

Do I have to...?

Yes.

Okay.

♪ Silent night, holy night ♪ ♪ Sleeps the world, hid from sight ♪ ♪ Mary and Joseph in stable bare ♪ ♪ Watched o'er child, beloved and fair ♪ ♪ Sleep in heavenly rest ♪ ♪ Sleep in heavenly rest.

♪ (door closes) I don't think I should.

Go on.

It's Christmas.

Let's toast your new house.

Maybe I should mention one thing.

You say "your new house," but it isn't only mine.

No?

No.

I have registered it in both of our names.

I hope you don't mind, but I hate to change a plan when there's no need.

Mr. Carson, I'm very appreciative.

Really.

But I can't accept.

Why not?

Who knows what the future may hold or how much longer we'll even be here?

Suppose you want to move away and change your life entirely.

You don't want to be stuck with me.

But that's the point.

What is?

I do want to be stuck with you.

I'm not convinced I can be hearing this right.

You are if you think I'm asking you to marry me.

Well?

Well.

You could knock me down with a feather.

And you're not offended?

Mr. Carson, I can assure you the very last thing in the world that I am at this moment is offended.

You can take as long as you like.

I won't press you.

Because one thing I do know: I'm not marrying anyone else.

Well, then... What exactly are we celebrating?

We're celebrating the fact that I can still get a proposal at my age.

And that's it?

Of course I'll marry you, you old booby.

I thought you'd never ask.

ROBERT: I'm going to miss you very much, my boy.

Did I tell you?

Very much.

I suppose everyone's saying that.

Yes, they are, but it's not like you to be sentimental.

(chuckles) E vino veritas-- from wine comes truth.

And the fact is, I've grown extremely fond of you, Tom.

Sybil would be amazed to hear it, but I have.

Always remember you have a home to come back to.

Sybil would be very touched, as am I.

And yes, I will think of Downton as my home, and that would have amazed Sybil.

I've no doubt about it.

Now, what should Marigold call me?

Donk.

(laughing) Why not?

Everyone else does.

She can call me Donk, and every time she does, I'll be reminded of you.

Brava, Sybbie.

That's a victory.

(piano music begins) Oh, is it time to sing?

No.

No, I do have something to say.

Ladies and gentlemen.

My son-in-law, Mr. Branson, asked for your gratitude to me.

Now her ladyship and I should like to repay the compliment.

Tom Branson has helped Downton navigate the choppy seas of the modern world and brought it to the good place where it is now.

But it is time for him to leave us, and while we regret his going, we wish him and Miss Sybbie well in their new life.

So let us give a round of applause as a send-off.

(all applaud) Bravo.

♪ O come, all ye faithful... ♪ CORA: Well done.

But you didn't sound drunk at all.

How did you do that?

Concentration.

You forget, I was trained as a soldier.

(laughs) ♪ O come ye to Bethlehem ♪ ♪ Come and behold Him, born the King of Angels ♪ ♪ O come, let us adore Him, o come, let us adore Him... ♪ Oh, Mr. Bates!

♪ ...let us adore Him, Christ the Lord ♪ ♪ God of God, light of light... ♪ (whispering): Happy Christmas.

♪ Lo, he abhors not the virgin's womb... ♪ But how did you...?

Shh!

We'll worry about everything else later.

But for now, let's just have a very happy Christmas.

♪ O come, let us adore him, o come, let us adore him ♪ ♪ O come, let us adore him, Christ the Lord.

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