Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 3, Episode 3 - Episode #3.3 - full transcript

The fate of Downton Abbey hinges on a letter from a dead man. Edith and Sir Anthony face their own fateful moment. Mrs. Hughes confronts a crisis.

Oh. Hello, Edith, dear.

Hello, Granny. Isn't it exciting?

At my age one must ration
one's excitement.

I told her everything would come
right but she wouldn't believe me.

I still can't.

Something happening in this house is
actually about me.

The dress came this morning.

I was sad you decided against Pat,
too. I would've paid.

Lucille was safer. We don't want her
to look like a chorus girl.

- How's Anthony? Excited, I hope.
- Desperately.

Just when he thought his life
would never change,

- he's going back to the beginning.
- What an invigorating prospect!

I hope you've got
your shirt ready for tonight.

In case you're interested, I've hidden a
couple so I won't be caught out that way again.

- Why should I be interested?
- That goes for you, too.

- Me?
- Take no notice.

Anna, are the flowers done?

Yes, I'll check them on Saturday
and lose any that's going over.

I've kept back a few in bud. I'll be
home for the dressing gong.

We'll manage.

Still no word from the doctor?

I'd have told you if there was.

They don't mind stringing it out.
Shall we got and see him?

Why? I'm sure if he knew anything
he would've said.

How are you today, Mr Molesley?

Very well, thank you.

You were talking the other night
about your friend's daughter.

- Is she still looking for a place?
- She is.

You read about the servant shortage
in the newspapers

but you can't find a situation
for a lady's maid. Not one.

She'll end up as a house maid
if she's not careful.

We can't have that. If I were
to tell you something,

promise not to breathe
a word downstairs.

Miss O'Brien doesn't want
anyone to know.

How will they advertise it?

I don't know exactly.

Desirable nobleman's mansion

with surrounding estate
and properties.

- Where will you go?
- We have land on the border with Durham.

It came with my great grandmother.

The house is pretty,
we might make something of it.

- We could rename it Downton Place.
- Who lives there now?

A tenant but we can come
to an arrangement.

Let's take a picnic there tomorrow
on Edith's last day of freedom.

Molesley's in the hall. He wonders
if you mind have a word?

- I'll come through in a minute.
- Not with you, with Mama.


Your Ladyship, may I have a word?

Of course.

My Lady, might I be allowed
to put forward a candidate

- as Miss O'Brien's replacement?
- What?

- When the time comes.
- Is O'Brien leaving?

I hope I've not spoken out of turn,

only I didn't want to miss
the chance. I thought you knew.

Of course I know, thank you.
I'll be happy to listen

to recommendations
when, as you say, the time comes.

Thank you, My Lady.

Well, I must confess, I'll watch her
departure with mixed emotions.

- Mine are fairly unmixed.
- Did you have a clue?

Not a clue.

How very disappointing.

But in a way it raises the big question
when do we tell the staff

- that the end is nigh?
- It sounds so final.

I'm afraid it is final.

Well, don't spoil Edith's stay.

Let's get through the wedding first
then tell them afterwards.

Oh, Dr Clarkson.

- Do you have a minute?
- Er, one minute, yes.

- Do you mind if we...
- Only I know Mrs Hughes

is suffering from a condition

and I wondered if there's anything
I can do to help?

You can help
by lessening her duties.

- But you can't tell me how serious it is?
- I'm afraid not.

Even if I knew, which I don't...


Good day to you, Mr Carson.

I had a telephone call
from Charkham earlier.

- Charkham?
- Reggie Swire's lawyer.

It seems the death certificate
has arrived from India.

- He wants to bring it here.
- Why can't he send it?

He wants to bring it.

He was quite definite.

I told him to come tomorrow.
There's nothing going on, is there?

You know there is,
we're taking a picnic

to see the house
we have to move into.

I'm surprised you, of all people,
can forget that.

He's coming in the morning,
I won't put him off.

This is the moment when you receive a
huge fortune that could save Downton

and you give it away?

- Will you choose where to give it?
- How can I? I'd give it to Papa!

I hope in some small part of you you
can understand.

I'm trying, really I am.

But I can't pretend
I'm doing very well.

Will there be anything more,
My Lady?


Unless you have something
you want to tell me.

What might that be, My Lady?

I won't prompt you, O'Brien,
if you're not ready to say.

- Did she tell you why?
- No.

Maybe she doesn't want until she settles

where she's going
but she has let me down.

We should go. Strallan won't be late.
He never is, worse luck.

I know you're not happy,

but Edith will be
in the same county.

Loxley's a nice house, the estate
will give her plenty to do.

She'll be a nurse
and by the time she's 50

she'll be wheeling round
a one-arm OLD man.

Are you waiting down here 'til they come
in search of the pudding?

No, Mrs Patmore.

- Can I do something for you?
- I'd better get back upstairs,

but, um, while you're here,

I saw Dr Clarkson today.

I'm worried about Mrs Hughes.

We're all worried,

but I don't think
he should've told you.

He said it would help
if we lessened her workload.

I'm sure it would but she won't be
pleased he's talked about her

before it's been confirmed.

- So it is cancer?
- Not until it's confirmed.

Don't say anything. She'd hate
to think the doctor told you.

He didn't tell me, Mrs Patmore,

you told me.

Lady Edith... Edith tells me you're
very interested in politics.

Tom is our tame revolutionary.

Every family should have one.

As long as you are tame.

Tame enough for a game of billiards.

What about it?

Can you tell them where we've gone?

We're getting used to Tom
and I hope you will, too.

We haven't spoken, really,
since it was all settled.

I want you to know I quite
understand why you were against it.

Yes. Well...

I hope you believe I'll do
my best to make her happy.

I do believe that.

- It was never personal.
- No, of course not.

No, it's just because of all this
and I'm far too old.

The thing is done, there's no point
raking it over.

But are you happy about it?

I'm happy Edith is happy, I'm happy
you mean to keep her happy.

That's enough happiness
to be going on with.

There's been a last-minute change
of mind about the wedding menus.

- Couldn't Mrs Patmore do it?
- She's given me her new order list.

She's done her job,
it's time for me to do mine.

I don't want you to get tired.

Who have you been speaking to?

No-one. What do you mean?

Nothing. I don't mean a thing.
Now, let me get on.

This is a simple stitch but strong
and very useful in a drama.

When do we get summat to eat?

As I was saying, you should start it

about half an inch away
from the centre line.

Oh, I'm glad you've come back.

I do hope you've come for our help.

You'd be so welcome if you have.

You wouldn't say that
if you knew what I am.

- I'm past help.
- Nobody's past help.

If you mean you're a prostitute,
you should know

it is true of every woman who has
come here to rebuild their lives.

I'm helping them and I hope I can
help you, too.

That's right.

Why not come in and help us
rebuild our lives?

That's not why I'm here.

That is, I am a... what you said

but I don't want help,
not for myself,


When I make up my mind...
I'm sorry, this has been a mistake.

Please, please, don't go, not again.

It's very strange.

We're leaving.

I'm sorry, Mr Charkham,
to snatch him away.

That's quite all right, Lady Mary.
There will be papers to sign.

Yes, I expect there will.

Papa's asked Anthony
to meet us there

so we can all
face the future together.

He's bringing Isobel and Granny.

- It's hard for your grandmother.
- It's torture for all of us,

and if I ever look like I'm finding
it easy to lose my home

then I am putting on act.

- Are you sure you can manage this?
- Quite sure.

It's nothing hot.
It's not a shooting lunch.

Give them Champagne. That'll allow
you time to set it out properly.

I'll manage. What's this place
we're visiting?

One of His Lordship's houses. I
wonder why they're going there today.

Maybe he likes
to keep a check on things.


- See you there.
- Off you go.

She was a cousin of Granny's.

- Do you want to come with us?
- Yes.

- Thank you.
- Might I have a word, My Lady?

- Of course. What is it?
- This is a slightly awkward request,

- what with the wedding tomorrow...
- Tell me.

Mrs Hughes is very tired.

I wonder if it might be possible for you
to divert some of her work my way?

I don't understand.
What do you mean tired?



The fact is Mrs Hughes is ill,

My Lady. She may be very ill.

I'm extremely sorry
to trouble you with this

at such a moment, but I don't want
the wedding to sink her.

Of course not,
but how will we manage

without O'Brien
and now Mrs Hughes?

- Miss O'Brien?
- She told Molesley...

Cora, please.

I'm coming.

Mrs Bartlett?

I've brought the money.

It's your loss
cos I've got nothing to say.

All I want to know is if Vera ever...

Oh. So you were on Christian name
terms, were you?

You do surprise me.

If Mrs Bates ever suggested
she was depressed or unhappy...

Of course she was unhappy.

Her husband had left her
and gone off with a trollop.

He'd changed, you know. She was
scared of him by the end.

And now we know she had good reason.

When did you last see her?

You'd better come inside.


Watch out.

- What do you mean?
- Search your room, search your bed.

They've set you up,
your cellmate and his mates.

Stop talking!

Just do it.

Her door was open so I looked in.

She was cooking,
but she had to post a letter

so we walked me down the street.

She said Bates was
coming back later for his tea.

She was terrified.

She was in a strange mood,

jumpy, fearful,

but determined.

She'd made pastry,
she scrubbed it out of her nails

like she didn't care
if she took the skin off.

So after she posted the letter
she went home on her own?

She did, poor soul,
and I never saw her after.

I can remember her now
walking away down the street.

It was raining. No, not raining,
more like drizzle.

The gaslight seemed to catch
a sort of halo around her.

A halo? Really?

You can laugh.

When did you hear she was dead?

Next day.

Somehow, I knew it was Bates.

When I heard the verdict,
I thought he'd swing.

He should've if the country
hadn't gone soft.

- This is very good of you.
- Nonsense, we were on the way.

- I wish you'd let me sit in the front.
- I prefer it, I've ridden

- in the front seat many times.
- Aren't you a wild thing!

There's never been a safer
method of travel.

Nor a faster one.

Edith's the speed fiend, she likes
to go at a terrific lick.

Do you think you'll be able
to keep up with her?

I'll try.

What's this place like?
Do you know it?

A little. My late husband
kept the shooting there.

We'd sometimes have luncheon
in the house.

Is it nice?

Nice enough, as a retreat
from the world.

I wouldn't have thought
it suited to much else.

Downton Place.

How lovely.

Won't it be a bit cramped?

You do realize that for most
people it looks like a fairy palace.

We'll be able to run it
with a much smaller staff.

This is it. We won't need
more than eight servants, tops.

So it'll be very economical. It...

What about me? Where am I to go?

- We still own most of the village.
- Oh. Perhaps I could open a shop?

Good idea, Granny.
What do you think it needs?

If it's like everywhere else, good
manners and decent conversation.

Then you should have
a roaring trade in minutes.

- How's everything going?
- Very well.

It's unfair Mary had
an archbishop to marry her

and you've got poor old Mr Travis.

I don't mind, it's such short
notice, he was booked up.

I prefer it, really, to have
the man who christened us.

What did Charkham come for?

He gave me a letter from Swire.

He left one for each of
the three potential heirs

when and if they inherited.

Mine is the only one
to have been delivered.

What did it say?

I haven't opened it.

I can't decide whether I will.

Why wouldn't you?

Because I know
it'll be a paean of praise,

how Lavinia could not have
found a better man, etc.

- And you don't want to read that?
- She could not have found a worse one.

No, I don't. I feel bad enough
and if I read his words

they will stay with me forever.

- Mrs Crawley?
- We're back from our delicious luncheon

and I was on my way home.

You had a maid at Downton,
Ethel Parks.

I was here when she brought her son
into the dining room.

- Who could forget that?
- Do you have an address for her?

I do, if she's still there.

You see...

You see, I saw her this morning

and I'm afraid she's fallen
into a bad way.

- A very bad way.
- Oh, dear.

I am sorry to hear that.

If you'd like to come with me,
I'll fetch it for you.

Thank you.

Get up, both of you!
Against the wall!

Mr Turner, search the bunk, please.

- Nothing here.
- What?

Clean this mess up!


There's a lot of bastards in here.

I expect you're tired.

It's a long day up to London
and back.

Worth the journey? Not really.

Miss O'Brien, might I ask what
you've confided in Mr Molesley

but have kept from the rest of us?
I don't know what you mean.

Mr Molesley has given Her Ladyship
the impression you're planning

- a change of some sort.
- What's this?

I'm sorry, I thought
Her Ladyship would know.

Know what?

That you're leaving.

I beg your pardon?

How dare you make
such an assumption!

Isn't it time for the dressing gong,
Mr Carson?

- It certainly is.
- But...

Excuse me, Mr Molesley,
I've got work to do,

even if you haven't.

I'll deal with you later.

You're in the soup. I wouldn't be
in her bad books for a gold clock.

You must've said something
Molesley misinterpreted.

I say nothing to him beyond "Pass
the salt" and "Out of the way".

There must have been something.

I do feel let down, and right
on top of the wedding...

- You sent for me, My Lady.
- Yes.

Thank you, O'Brien.

Mrs Hughes, I understand
that you're not well.

Whom do you understand that from?
Because if the doctor...

It wasn't Doctor Clarkson.

It is not confirmed that I am ill,
Your Ladyship.

I've had a test and
I'm waiting for the results,

but I am perfectly capable...

Mrs Hughes, I only want
to say one thing,

that if you are ill you are welcome
here for as long as you want.

- Lady Sybil will help us to find a suitable nurse.
- I see.

I don't want you to have concerns
about where you'll go

or who'll look after you.
The answer is here and we will.

I don't know what to say, My Lady.

There's isn't anything more to say
until we know where we stand.

Thank you.

He thinks I don't know
but, of course, I do.

We'll spend two weeks in Rome,
then Florence, then Venice,

so I couldn't be happier.

What about Loxley? Is there masses
to be done?

It's not too bad.

It's not too bad downstairs.
The bedrooms are killers.

Don't do anything too fast, it takes
time to know how a house works.

You really should go to bed.
No bride wants to look tired.

It either means she's anxious
or been up to no good.

- I won't sleep a wink.
- Tonight or tomorrow?

Sybil, vulgarity
is no substitute for wit.

You started it.

Miss O'Brien?

Please understand
I didn't mean any harm.

Why make it up in the first place?

- I didn't make it up, I was told.
- Who told you?

Mr Barrow mentioned it, but I think
it was an honest mistake.

No, it wasn't honest
and it wasn't a mistake,

but don't worry about it,
I can tell it wasn't your fault,

so we'll forget about it, shall we?

And when you see Mr Barrow,

you can tell him I may make
some honest mistakes myself.

- No doubt we'll find out.
- Probably the hard way.

- Why not eat with us?
- Oh, I couldn't do that.

Daisy won't sit down,
the invitation is not in your gift.

She eats with Mrs Patmore
in the kitchen.

Fancy a game of something later?

Daisy's busy.

- Anna?
- I want to write a letter. Sorry.

- I'll play.
- Let's see how we feel.

What do you mean you've read it?

I didn't think it was right to destroy a man's
last words without reading them.

- It wasn't your decision.
- I made it my decision.

- Do you want to hear what he says?
- No.

Lavinia must have written
to him on her last day

- hours before she died.
- Nonsense. No letter was in her room.

She wrote to him after she tried to persuade you
to call off the wedding and you wouldn't.

This is quite impossible.

"She loved and admired you for
the sacrifice of your happiness.

She commended you to my care. "

- I can't listen to any more of this.
- You must.

"I have few intimates so have added
you to my list of heirs.

It's unlikely
I'll outlive the first two

so there's little chance
of you reading this.

If you do and the money
has come to you,

know it is with my full knowledge
of what transpired.

Do not allow grief, guilt or regret
to hold you back in its employment.

God bless you, my boy. Reggie. "

- Are you sure you didn't write it?
- I assume you know his hand.

Not well enough to test a fortune in it.

I'm not accusing you of faking it,

but I suspect someone has.

So it won't change your mind?

Not yet it won't.

Time you were in bed.
It's a big day tomorrow.

I'll just finish this.

Is there something
I can do for you?


Did you say anything about me
to Her Ladyship?

I don't know what you mean. Why?

Don't worry.
She was very kind and...

I was touched.

As you know,
I don't worship them all,

- like you do.
- I wouldn't put it like that.

But this time, I freely admit it

I was quite touched.

Am I interrupting? No, please, I
just want to ask you all something.

- I'm sorry I've not been up.
- Don't worry, I'll change after luncheon.

I had to catch you
when you were all together.

- How can we help, My Lady?
- It's a funny thing.

Mr Crawley has heard Miss Swire
sent a letter

on the day she died. If so, someone
must have posted it for her

and we wondered
if it were any of you.

I'm afraid not. Given that the poor
lady passed away that same day,

an incident of this sort would have
been reported to me,

- or to Mrs Hughes.
- That's right, milady.

I see. Well, thank you very much.

- What were that about?
- She wanted to know if anyone had posted a letter

- for Miss Swire.
- Oh, I did that.

Daisy, what did you say?

Post miss Swire's letter. She asked me
to put it in the box in the hall.

- Why?
- What were you doing in her room?

Making up the fire. We started
talking, she'd written a letter.

She was ever so nice. I still get
sad when I think about her.

And it didn't occur to you to tell me?
- Tell you what?

Never mind. I am grateful
to you, Daisy.

You cannot know how much.

- Well, this is the last of them.
- I'm glad they've hurried it

so she can be married from Downton.

Are you? A little sober reflection
would not have gone amiss.

Mama, let's try to be positive.

Of all of them, Anthony is the
most traditional choice.

Robert, Edith is beginning her life
as an old man's drudge.

I shouldn't think a large
drawing room much compensation.

- Why dwell on that now?
- To have the pleasure of saying, "Told you so. "

Now, the moment you feel tired,
you tell me,

- I'll take over whatever it is you're doing.
- Oh, will you now?

Are you sure you want
to come to the church?

You could stay here
and have a lie down.

It would be so nice

if people would wait to learn if I
really am ill before boxing me up.

I don't know what you mean?

I don't know anything
about any illness.

Don't you?

I see.

- Who told him?
- I don't know.

Maybe he just picked it up somehow.
He's worried about you.

He's a good man.
He's a hopeless liar.

That's quite nice, really, isn't it?

I've had a message from the doctor.

He'll have the results tomorrow.

I'm to call in the afternoon.

Try not to worry.

I'll try,
but I won't succeed.

That's it, I'll put the hat on later.

Go straight to Lady Edith.

You look marvellous.
I feel marvellous.

That is, I feel marvellous because
we don't have to leave Downton.

Lavinia did write to her father
and it was posted from this house.

In other words, every word Mr Swire
wrote in that letter was true.

Daisy posted it.

The kitchen maid.

- I see.
- Do you, my darling?

I hope so, because if you try
to find one more excuse

not to accept the money, I'll have
to beat you about the head.

I see.

I do have one condition, however.

- Make it a good one.
- Let's not steal Edith's thunder.

I'll tell Robert after it's over
and she's left on honeymoon.

Now, that I can live with.

You look beautiful.

All of us married. All of us happy.

And the first baby on the way.

Let's get a picture of the three
of us when we get to the church.

He looks as if he's waiting for
a beating from the headmaster.

Do you think I should reassure him?

How? He's done it before so he must
be in possession of all the facts.

Perhaps the first Lady Strallan
was a difficult act to follow.

Or a difficult one to repeat.

Well, fashionably late is one thing.

Are we going in? Edith, I know
we haven't always got along,

and I doubt things'll
change much in the future,

but today I wish you
all the luck in the world.

Thank you.

Oh, look.

Thank you very much.

Good afternoon.

Good afternoon, my sweet one.

Dearly beloved, we are gathered...

- I can't do this.
- What?

I can't do it.

- You know it's wrong, you said so.
- My dear chap...

No, I shouldn't have
let it get this far.

I should've stopped it long ago.
I tried to stop it.

What are you saying?

I don't understand
what you're saying.


Edith, I can't let you throw away
your life like this.

What do you mean?

We're so happy, aren't we?

We're going to be
so terribly, terribly happy.

You are going to be happy,
I pray that you are,

but only if you don't
waste yourself on me.

Anthony, it is too late for this.

Might I suggest we take a step back?

No, let him go. Let him go.
You know he's right.

Don't stop him doing the only
sensible thing in months.

- Thank you, Lady Grantham.
- But Granny!

It's over, dear, don't drag it out.

Wish him well and let him go.

- I can't.
- Goodbye, my dearest darling,

and may God bless you...



Oh, quick.

When everyone gets back,
can you clear all this away?

I want it gone before Lady Edith
comes downstairs. Everything.

Ask the outside staff to help put
back the carpet and the furniture.

Is there anything I could say
to make it better?


Look at them, with their husbands...

Sybil pregnant,
Mary probably pregnant.

Just go!

- I mean it, go!
- Perhaps you should go.

Oh, Mama.

You are being tested,

and do you know what they say,
my darling?

Being tested
only makes you stronger.

I don't think it's working with me.

- What shall we do now?
- There's nothing we can do

beyond removing all signs
of a wedding

and holding her hand
while she recovers.

She will, of course.

Meanwhile, it's time to face
the business of leaving Downton.

Without the wedding to hide behind,
there's no reason to delay it

and astonish the world with
the extent of my wretched failure.


Mary and I intended to make
an announcement at dinner.

- What announcement? What about?
- You don't have to leave.

I'll explain it later, but...

I'm going to give you
Reggie's money.

I'll accept it. I'll give it to you.

Don't be silly, you're not
going to give me any money.

I am. You don't want to leave.

Nor does Mary.

Nor do any of us for that matter.

I still won't take your money.

What I will allow is for you
to invest in the place.

If we stay, you'll share
the ownership, it'll be your house,

your estate as much as mine.
We will be joint masters.

And if you won't agree, I will sell
and it will all be your fault.

I never thought I'd feel sorry
for an earl's daughter.

All God's creatures
have their troubles.

- Anna...
- Yes?

Do you think it's right women
should say what they think?

Speak out about romance
and everything?

Well, things are changing for us
and the vote won't be long now

so they must get used to us
speaking our minds.

- But what?
- With most of the men I've ever met,

if you started to court them,

they'd be so terrified
they'd run a mile.

- Has she had something to eat?
- Anna took up some sandwiches.

She didn't touch a thing.

That reminds me. Carson, I don't
want Edith to see any wedding food.

Mrs Hughes and Anna are taking what's
left to Mr Travis tomorrow, for the poor.

If the poor don't
want it, bring it over to me.

- How can we help Edith?
- By finding her something to do.

Is this all we're getting?
The pickety bits?

Hardly. These are canapes, Alfred.

For your first course,
truffle egg on toast, perhaps?

Oysters a la russe.

- Then what?
- There's lobster rissoles in mousseline sauce.

Or calvados-glazed duckling.
Or maybe a little asparagus salad

with Champagne saffron vinaigrette.

When I think how
you've gone to such pains...

What about the pain
of that poor girl upstairs?

Jilted at the alter...
I couldn't stand the shame.

Then it's lucky
no-one's ever asked you.

Poor thing. How will she find
the strength to hold up her head?

I'd have to run away and hide
in a place where no-one knew me.

- She's well out of it.
- How can you say it?

She's young, she's not bad looking,

she could do much better
than that broken-down old crock.

Sir Anthony may have betrayed
a daughter of this house

but he doesn't deserve to be
addressed like that by a footman.

Oh, I think he does.
Every bit of that and worse.

Well, maybe just this once.

Right, what's it to be? Lobster,
duck or asparagus?

Is there any cheese?

What would you like me to get you?

A different life.

Let me bring you up some breakfast.


I'm a useless spinster,

good at helping out,
that is my role,

and spinsters get up for breakfast.

- Going out?
- Just into the village.

I... have to fetch something.

Can I help?

I'm going down later.

No, thank you.

This is an errand
I have to do for myself.


As ready as I'll ever be.

You can be sure of one thing.

I won't be cured by standing here.

- Do you want...
- No.

Everything all right, Miss O'Brien?

Oh, yes, everything's
all right with me,

but it'll be all wrong with you
before too long, mark my words.

Oh? And how is that, Miss O'Brien?

I don't know, not yet,

but it will be.

You can be sure of it.


Is it or isn't it?

It's not cancer. It's a benign
something or other. Nothing more.

Don't mention
that you've said anything.

She doesn't know that I know.

I won't say a word.

Did you tell him? I would prefer
to say I put him out of his misery.

♪ Dashing away
with the smoothing iron

♪ She stole my heart away

♪ Dashing away
with the smoothing iron

♪ She stole my heart away ♪

I haven't had a letter
from Mr Bates in weeks.

He wants me to make
a new life without him.

- Am I to answer to you both?
- I have made an investment. That's all.

You abandon a pregnant woman in a land
that is not her own while you run for it?!

- Other men have normal families.
- No family is ever what it seems.

- Tell them I'm all right.
- Sybil? Hello?