Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 4, Episode 2 - Episode #4.2 - full transcript

Oh, heavens.

This is nice.

It's from Gwen. She's married.

- Who's Gwen?
- She used to work as a housemaid here.

She left to be a secretary.

That's her ladyship for you, Miss Braithwaite.

She says they kept it
very quiet because his mother's ill,

but she hopes she can introduce us
to him in due course.

Well, I think it's lovely.
We should send her a card.

I'll get one and we can all sign it.

Sorry. I nearly forgot this.



No harm done. How are you finding it?

Have that lot got used
to your promotion, yet?

Some of them.

But not all, eh?

I'll be fine.
I don't need to have everyone love me.

Nor me.
Which is just as well.

Miss Braithwaite?

I hope you don't mind,
but can I give you some advice?

Go on.

Mr Barrow never bothered with you
when you were a housemaid, but he will now.

I should be friendly,

but keep him at arm's length if I were you.

I'd better get on.

What do you think's in it?



I cannot say, James.

It's addressed to Lady Mary,
so perhaps you could question her later?

Mr Carson?

You see the box has been delivered
from the late Mr Crawley's office?

Yes.

Well, ought we to give it
straight to Lady Mary?

Shouldn't someone else see it first?

In case there's something
in it to make her cry.

You may be right.
I'll take it to his lordship

and he can decide.

I say. Phyllis Dare's coming
to the Theatre Royal in York.

"Miss Dare will appear
in The Lady of the Rose,

"which was a hit musical
of the London Season."

Who's Phyllis Dare?

Only one of the Dare sisters.

Zena and Phyllis Dare, up here in York.

What happened to the other one?

She married the son of Lord Esher,
then retired.

Oh, all right for some.

Have you truly never heard of them?

Why would I?

I don't go to the theatre.

You must have been sometimes.

No. I've never been.

She's got better things
to spend her money on.

I don't understand you.

Of course you must give it to her.

But what if it has no legal status?

I don't want to build her hopes up,
only to have them dashed.

Robert, Matthew intended Mary
to be his sole heiress.

That will mean a great deal to her,
whether or not it's legal.

Can't you see that?

But is it right to exclude George?

Well, right or not, it is what he wanted.

Besides, it's not up to you.

I'll send it to Murray.

Well, Mary must read it
before you send it anywhere.

Or are you trying to hide from the truth?

What truth?

That you would prefer
to be in sole charge of the estate

and not share the crown with Mary.

Don't be silly.
This won't make any difference to all that.

She won't want to get involved.

When you talk like that,
I'm tempted to ring for Nanny

and have you put to bed with no supper.

Goodbye, Mr Grigg.

Thank you, Doctor.

All he needs to put him right
is some paid work.

It's hard for a healthy young man
to find a job these days,

never mind poor old Mr Grigg.

I know. Thank you.

But Mrs Crawley has things in hand.

My guess is
you knew what you were doing,

bringing him here.

Mrs Hughes?

Won't you come up?

Oh, don't get up for me.

What news of Charlie?

Mr Carson is still very busy,

but he sends his best wishes.

Does he?

How did he phrase that, exactly?

Well, he, he said to tell you...

He didn't say nothing, did he?

You have to understand,

he doesn't remember the days
you spent together with any great nostalgia.

He thinks it were all my fault.

But it weren't.

Meaning what?

Never mind.

But it weren't my fault.

They're all coming tonight, so we have
to stretch a dinner by two places.

Why, suddenly?

I don't know, do I? Go on about Jimmy.

I just want Ivy to know
he's not interested in her.

He pretends he is
because he knows it annoys me.

How can you be sure?

Well, he hasn't been bothered
about her before now, has he?

Sometimes people come round.

You hope.

I thought the fish-seller
might be in the village, but he's not coming.

I'll have to go to Tuttles in York.

I can do it.

- What?
- Go to York.

You can tell Mr Carson
I'm there on your business.

We don't know he can spare you.

He will if you ask him.

Hello, Mr Molesley.

How are things?

Well, as you can see, not very good.

I don't agree. It's skilled work.

No, it isn't. Not what I'm doing.

I'm sure, if you just wait,
something better will turn up.

I have waited and nothing's turned up.

I haven't earned a penny
since Mr Crawley died,

and now I owe money all over the village.

- Yes, but surely with your...
- Don't you understand?

I'm at my wits' end!

I apologize. I should not have said that.

It was vulgar and self-important.

Please forgive me.

How much do you owe?

What difference does it make?
Fifteen, twenty pounds.

More than I've any likelihood of.

Mr Molesley,

would it be useful
if Mr Bates and I lent you some money?

When would I pay it back?

Give it, then.

We'll give you some, if you like.

Not much, but, but some.

I couldn't accept that.

But I thank you. I do.

Most sincerely.

Get back to work!

Anna said you wanted
to see me before I go down.

Yes. That is...

Thank you, Bates. That will be all.

You know I've invited Granny
and Isobel to dinner?

I didn't, but...

Well, the thing is...

There is a letter for you. From Matthew.

What?

Where was it?

Hidden in a book in the office,
and so it was overlooked.

They finally got round
to packing up his things

and brought them here this morning.

Who opened it?

It wasn't sealed.

- But you've read it? Before me?
- Yes.

In fact, I would have sent it
to Murray to have it looked into,

but your grandmother insisted
you should see it first.

Granny's read it, too?

And what do you mean,
"To have it looked into"?

Read it.

Then you'll understand.

I felt so sorry for him.

To be in debt like that is the worst thing.

Molesley's not having much luck.

But if he won't accept help, then...

I don't know.

I'm really upset by it.

Well, we can't have that.

I don't understand.

Did Matthew leave instructions after all?

He left a letter.

He wrote it before we went to Scotland.

Well, where has it been?

Concealed in a book.

They only dropped it off today.

Papa, you read it.

"My darling Mary,
we are off to Duneagle in the morning

"and I have suddenly realized
that I've never made a will

"or anything like one,
which seems pretty feeble for a lawyer,

"and you being pregnant
makes it even more irresponsible."

Hmm, I'm afraid I have to agree with that.

"I'll do it properly when I get back
and tear this up before you ever see it.

"But I'll feel easier that I've recorded,
on paper,

"that I wish you to be my sole heiress."

What?

"I cannot know if our baby is a boy or a girl,

"but I do know it will be a baby

"if anything happens to me
before I've drawn up a will,

"and so you must take charge.

"And now I shall sign this
and get off home for dinner with you.

"What a lovely, lovely thought.

"Matthew."

Now you see why I didn't want to read it.

But surely it must be legal.

Or do there have to be witnesses?

But it was witnessed.

By two of his clients,

which is why no one in the office
knew it existed.

Then it's settled.

Nothing is settled.

This is why I wanted Murray to check it first.

Whatever Matthew's intentions,

it is not a will.

I've explained to Mr Carson about the fish
and he says you can go.

Thanks.

A pound to a penny
he's got some trick up his sleeve.

You're so suspicious.

There are two reasons
why he's being so nice to Ivy.

The first is to make me angry,
and I dread to think about the second.

And I have my reason for getting that
to the dining room before midnight.

I don't exactly know why,
but I feel very happy

that Matthew's been allowed a last word.

I agree.

More than I can say.

I knew he'd have a sensible plan.

I'm not sure how sensible it is.

If the letter is valid,
the estate will have to pay

death duties twice
before it reaches little George.

But in the meantime it will have
all the benefit of Mary's interest.

I hope you intend to get stuck in.

I want the right to an opinion.

I shall be content with that.

You already have the right to an opinion.

Do I? Good.

Certainly you do.

In fact, there's a question of using

empty farmyards as new sources of revenue.

I'd like to know what you feel about that?

- Well, I'd have to think about it...
- Crop rotation?

Livestock versus cereals?

Or indeed, the whole matter of the tax.

There are lots of things
I would like your opinion on.

I assume you're trying
to make some sort of point.

He's trying to show
that a woman's place is in the home.

But she knows a lot about Matthew's plans.

That has value for me.

Mrs Crawley? W hat do you think?

I'm afraid I'm on Mary's side, Robert,
if sides there must be.

There are no sides. Not at all.

I'm pleased if you're pleased.

I'm just saying you have some work to do.

That is, if the letter turns out to be valid.

Which you very much hope it is not.

What's the matter with you?

I'm a stupid fool, that's what.

Oh, lordy. How did you manage that?

Daydreaming.

I don't know what I was about.

She'll be livid.

Not if you do as I tell you. Come on.

By the way, did you get that card for Gwen?

Yes. Why?

I thought it'd be nice
for people in the village to sign it.

The Bakewells, Mr Molesley, that sort of thing.

I'll collect them.

- You surprise me.
- Why?

I never think of you as social.

Why should I be social, when I have you?

You wrote to the Opera House in Belfast?

That was enterprising.

I wrote to a great many theatres,

but the manager at the Opera House
wrote back.

It seems they're in need
of a stage-door keeper.

They'd chosen one, but he dropped out.

He asks Mr Grigg to consider it.

I heard about Mr Matthew's letter.

I hope it wasn't too upsetting.

As a matter of fact, it was a relief.

I felt so happy that he'd finally been heard.

But judging by tonight's dinner,

it may prove a heavy mantle for Lady Mary.

I shall keep it on my dressing table.

To remind me that Matthew is on my side.

They're all on your side.

Papa gave me such a whacking at dinner.

Your father loves you very much.

He's also very glad to have Downton
back under his control.

He always speaks highly of Mr Matthew
and the changes he made.

I'm sure he's very genuine.

But he thinks he can manage alone now.

And the question is, can he?

You wanted to borrow a belt, m'lady.

Lady Mary wondered
if any of these might suit.

Thank you.

Actually, I'm glad that you're here
as there's something I want to ask.

Look what I found in the village today.

Don't you think it would be
the most terrific fun?

Have you asked her ladyship?

She'd never let me go.

At least, not without a chaperone,

but Lady Edith will be in London
and Lady Mary's not in the mood.

But is this quite suitable?

It looks more like something
for servants and farm-workers to me.

So?

They'll dance the one-step, won't they?

I've practised and practised
and I'm dying to try it.

Won't you accompany me?

Then if we're found out, I can say
that you came with me, so nothing was amiss.

Of course I can't, m'lady.

Not without asking Lady Mary.

But that would spoil everything.

She'd be bound to tell Lady Grantham.

Please.

I know you love dancing

and Mr Bates may have many qualities,
but he's not a dancer.

No, m'lady. He isn't a dancer.

But I'm afraid it's quite impossible.

But how did it happen?

I don't like to say, m'lady.

I'm truly vexed.

It was a favourite.

I know, m'lady, and I'm very sorry.

But you won't tell me how you did it?

I can't.

Very well, Braithwaite.
I suppose you'd better look me out another.

What are you doing?

I'm just sorting some old papers.
I haven't looked at these in years.

Why are you looking now?

No particular reason.

Ah!

I knew I hadn't thrown it away.

- Who was she?
- Just a friend at one time.

What was she called?

Alice.

Alice Neal.

And you were fond of her?

I was.

But people drift in and out of your life,
don't they?

Truth to tell, I felt she'd treated me badly.

What does it matter, anyway?

We shout and scream and wail and cry,
but in the end we must all die.

Well, that's cheered me up.

Thank you.

Now I'll get on with my work.

Your ladyship, Mr Bates.

Bates?

I'm very sorry to interrupt you
when you're busy, m'lady.

It concerns Mr Molesley, the younger.

You make him sound like
a Greek philosopher.

He has fallen on hard times, and I know
that you have helped him in the past.

Are you asking me to give him some money?

I am asking for money, yes.

Although he's too proud to accept it as a gift.

Oh, how refreshing.

Although I think we can find a way.

Morning, Barrow.

Good morning, m'lady.

Is his lordship in the library?

He is. But, um...

What is it?

Miss Braithwaite is very unhappy.

With good reason.

Yes, but you see, er,

she couldn't explain
how it happened because,

well, she didn't want to point the finger.

Point the finger at whom?

Well, that's just it, m'lady.

I dare not, either.

I'm in enough trouble with Mr Bates as it is.

You're not saying Bates is to blame?

Not Mr Bates, himself, no.

Anna, then?
But why would she do such a thing?

As to that, m'lady, who knows?

Perhaps it was an accident.

Though they do say there's no one
so jealous as a lady's maid.

Cora, is that you?

Could I ask you something?

- Where's my scent?
- Here you are, m'lady.

- Oh!
- How stupid of me.

That was my clumsiness.

No, it was me. Damn.

Now the room's going to smell
like tart's boudoir.

I'll clean it up.

Is it all gone?

I'm afraid so.

It means a trip to Mr Roberts.

There's no one nearer who sells it here.

It's only York. I could go, if you like.

In fact...

What?

Lady Rose asked me if I'd chaperone her
to a th? dansant in York today.

She didn't want to ask her ladyship,

but she thought she'd get away with it
if I went with her.

And what did you say?

That I couldn't go without your permission.

Well, it is rather slow here for a girl her age.

Go. But make sure
you keep her out of trouble.

Go on.

I know Gwen'd appreciate it.

I don't see why.

I didn't know her that well.

But you can sign it, surely.

And why don't you come over tonight?

We haven't seen you in a while.

You're being very friendly.

Aren't I usually friendly?

No.

I mean, you're not discourteous,
Mr Bates, I'll give you that.

But you're not friendly.

Except to Anna, of course.

Well, I shall try to do better in future.

See you tonight.

Mr Branson, your ladyship.

Sorry if I'm late.

I had to call on old Fairclough at Roundhills.

You're not at all late.

Now, I asked Branson to come here

because I have an idea.

Granny, you must call him Tom.

I thought I could call him Branson again,
now that he's the agent.

- Well, you can't.
- I don't mind.

No, I see I'm beaten.

But, oh, how I sympathise with King Canute.

Now, what is this idea?

Well, Mary, either you, or your baby son,

own half of Downton.

I want you to have a say in the running of it.

It's just what you need.

But didn't last night's dinner
disabuse you of that scheme?

Yes, well, that's the point.

I want, er...

Tom.

"Tom" to be your instructor.

What?

Well, take Mary, you know, on your rounds.

Let her learn the farmers' difficulties.

Hmm... Explain...

the crops.

And the live... the livestock.

You know, let her see
the problems facing the estate.

And are we to do all this
without telling Papa?

Isn't that rather underhand?

There can be too much truth
in any relationship.

Mrs Crawley.

We weren't expecting you.

Her ladyship is lunching with Lady Ingram,

his lordship is walking,

Lady Mary's at the Dower House
and Lady Edith is in London.

As a matter of fact, it's you I came to see.

To talk about Charles Grigg.

You know he's got a job

at the Opera House in Belfast?

He's so anxious to talk to you
before he goes.

Then he is in for a disappointment.

He says he's resolved
to put his dishonesty behind him.

Is he, now?

I know it's more than that.

He told me he caused you great unhappiness,

but he said it was not his fault.

He was always a liar.

I see.

It seems a pity
not to take the chance to end a quarrel.

Isn't it better than to let things fester?

I don't mean to speak out of turn,
Mrs Crawley,

but you will, I think, accept

that any difference between
Mr Grigg and me is my concern.

Of course it is.

I'm sorry.

Thank you, Carson.

Good day.

Shall I make us some coffee?

You are so domesticated.

No, not really.

Monk just lays it all out.
I only have to pour in the water.

I mean it.
Compared to Papa, you're a famous chef.

Really.

He can't boil a kettle.

If the servants left,
he'd be found in a passage,

dead, arms stretched out,
looking for the kitchen.

Well, I hope you can boil a kettle.

Life with me
won't be quite what you're used to.

How are things going?

Uh, well.

At least, my lawyer thinks so.

Are you sure about this?

The Royal Family convulses the nation

by ceasing to be German,

and you want to take it up.

Does it matter that people will hate you for it?

Will you hate me?

I will love you more than ever.

That's all right, then.
I'm pretty tough.

I may not be used
to the splendours of Downton,

but I do know how to look after myself.

Would you like to see Downton?

Where did that come from?

Well, I was thinking,
if you are nearly German and nearly divorced,

perhaps the family should know you a bit.

It won't be settled tomorrow, my darling.
I can't pretend it will.

Don't put me off.

Aren't you curious
about my childhood home?

I'm curious about everything to do with you.

But my situation would frighten them,

and we don't want that.

I know.

Mama's giving a house party next month.

Why don't you come?

Then you can blend in and look around
without anyone asking too many questions.

And Mama won't mind. She likes you.

But your father doesn't.

He doesn't know you.

He'll like you when he does.

Now, I must gulp my coffee down and run
if I'm to catch the three o'clock.

I can't persuade you to stay?

But I will say this...

It's getting harder and harder to say no.

Oh, look, we'll take that table.

I'm not sure we should be here, m'lady.

It seems unsuitable to me.

Don't call me m'lady. Call me Rose.

I can't.

Well, then don't call me anything.

Yes?

Well, it is a th? dansant.

Let's have a cup of tea.

All right. Tea.

Oh, but perhaps
with something special in mine?

Right you are, miss.

Listen! It's the one-step!

Oh, why are they being so slow?

Really, m'lady. You mustn't be so obvious.

Why not?

It's working.

I don't s'pose you'd care to dance?

Then you'd be wrong.

Because I'd absolutely love to.

Shouldn't we be introduced?

Me name's Sam Thawley.

How do?

I'm Rose...

Smith.

Hello.

I hope you know how to do this.

You're in luck.

They call me twinkle-toes.

Hello, Anna.

Jimmy? What are you doing here?

I was just picking up some things
for Mrs Patmore.

Shall we dance?

We'd better.

If only to check Lady Rose
isn't getting in too deep.

I'm under-gardener for Lord Ellis.
Near Easingwold.

- What about you?
- I'm at...

I'm at Downton Abbey.

Oh, yeah? What do you do?

Are you a lady's maid?

- You sound posh enough.
- Do I?

I'm so pleased. I've...

I've worked and worked on me accent.

Ah, you've done well.

You could pass for a real lady,
never mind a lady's maid.

I'm not a lady's maid yet.

Anna is. The girl I'm with.

But I wonder if I'm clever enough.

Ah, well, you won't be a housemaid forever.

I expect you've got
a few young farmers hanging about.

I couldn't say.

You won't say, you mean.

James?

How, how, how did you find us?

I saw you across the square, m'lady...

Rose was just saying
what fun it is to be out like this.

I thought I'd pop in
and see what the craic was.

It's a good craic, isn't it, Sam?

Well, it is with you in me arms.

I love the view from up here.

If you know the view, all the better.

Follow that hedge,

and to the left of it is Oakwood Farm,
to the right is all farmed by us.

- Do we want to take over Oakwood Farm?
- No.

The Olds are good tenants and hard workers.

Hmm.

There is one subject we ought to discuss.

I know your position isn't settled,
but we should.

Go on.

The death duties.

If you are the heir, it won't change them.

There's no special treatment for widows.

You do not surprise me.

It seems odd, really,

that you have to pay just as much tax

as if he'd left it all to Mrs Tiggywinkle
down the road.

Hmm.

But that's how it works.

So, what are we to do?

Your father believes we should sell land
and pay it off in one lump.

But you don't?

I want to know what you think.

I've some good tickets for me and lvy.

To see Phyllis Dare?

I don't believe you.

Well, I have. It cost a packet and no mistake.

Does Ivy know?

Not yet.

Mate, let's have a dance, eh?

Sorry. I'm dancing with her.

I said let her dance with me.

I... I don't want to dance with you.

How do you know if you've not even tried it?

Don't tell me you're falling for her at last.

She will be pleased.

I said leave her alone!

That's the idea.

- Come on, then!
- Oh!

Sam, are you okay?

Get off me! Get off my hand!

Get off him!

Sam! Get off! Get off!

- Sam!
- Get her out of here!

- Get off him!
- Come here, you.

James!

I can't leave now!

- Not when he's fighting to protect me!
- Oh, yes, you can.

Or do you want to be arrested?

We need to get out of here.

Right, that settles it. Come on!

Come on! Go, go, go!

Mr Molesley, is that you?

Come in and have a cup of tea.

Mr Bates thought I might be welcome.

And so you are.

Sit down.

Mr Molesley,

I'm glad you're here.

I was going through my desk this afternoon,

and I came upon that note of mine
and, er, if you're willing,

I'd like to pay it off now.

What note?

Well, you lent me some money
when I first came here.

And I'm sorry
I haven't paid it back before now,

but the truth is, I'm afraid I forgot.

I don't remember anything about it.

Thirty pounds!

Aren't you the lucky one!

Surely there must be some mistake?

You'll not deny that's your signature?

Plain as day.

How was your trip to York?

Never mind that. What's going on?

Mr Bates has remembered
he owed thirty pounds to Mr Molesley.

What?

- But, but, but no...
- There you are.

And thank you
for coming to my aid when I needed it.

Now, I must go.

I have some things to do
before his lordship comes up.

Thank you, Mr Molesley.

Mr Carson, could I have a word?

Certainly, James.

Why did you do that?

You have put up with so much

that I couldn't change.

So if there is ever the slightest thing
I can make better for you, then I will.

But how did you manage it?

Don't I keep telling you?

Prison was an education.

Take her to the theatre?

It is my half day.

But not hers.

And how do we know she'd want to go?

She'll want to go.

She could change her half day.

Oh, I don't know.
It's turning into Liberty Hall around here.

Are we entertaining that night?

I'm not cooking. They'll all be dining
with Lady Lawson at Brough Hall.

Very well. But no lingering.

You can go and give her the good news.

Thank you, Mr Carson.

I hope he doesn't break her heart.

We must all have our hearts broken
once or twice before we're done.

True enough, Mrs Hughes.

Strange to think the theatre
was part of my life at one time.

Yours and Mr Grigg's.

You know he's going to work in Belfast?

I had heard.

He's leaving the village in the morning.

- The 11:00 train.
- What's that to me?

I'll tell you what it is.

It's an open wound.

I don't know why, but I do know this;

You'd do better to stitch it up and let it heal.

I'm sorry, m'lord, but I didn't hear the gong.

It's all right. It hasn't gone yet.

I was hoping to catch you.

Of course, I understand how tiresome
it must have been for Anna

when Edna came back
and was suddenly the senior lady's maid.

M'lord?

Ask her to go easy.

I'm sorry, m'lord,
but I don't understand what you're saying.

Her ladyship appears to think

there's been some bad feeling
between Braithwaite and Anna.

That Anna has been a little unkind.

Not that I know of.

Look, I don't want to make a thing of it.

I'm just asking for a little consideration,
that's all.

And you shall have it, m'lord.

Good.

That's all I needed to hear.
Ah, there's the gong now.

I just can't believe you're letting me go.

Do you really mean it?

No, I was having you on.

Oh, don't be so soft.

I've said you can go and you can go.

- What should I wear?
- Clothes.

But I haven't got anything right.

Not for the theatre in York.

It's not Covent Garden.

What?

Oh, never mind.

We'll make you look presentable.
Now get that parsley.

I don't know why she's so excited.
It's only a bloomin' play.

He's just as keen on her as ever.

We'll see.

Nothing's as changeable
as a young man's heart.

Take hope and a warning from that.

I'll get it.

Yes?

I was wondering if I could have a word
with the housemaid, Rose.

"The housemaid, Rose"?

The maid, Rose, who works here.

Look, chum...

I'll deal with it, Mr Barrow.

Hello, Mr Thawley.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

I've got to know she's all right.

Rose is a bit busy just now.
But I'll tell her you asked.

I don't mind waiting.

Can I, er, can I come in?

If you'll just stay there,
I'll, I'll see what she's up to.

Anna?

What, what is it?

The man that you were dancing with.
Sam Thawley.

He's downstairs.

But why?

What, what does he want?

He says he's come to make sure
that you're all right.

Well, what have you done with him?

Left him in the yard
before he asks the others any questions.

But what can I say? What can I do?

Come with me. I've got an idea.

This is so very kind of you.

No, I had to come.

You know, I had to see that you were, er...

You know, all right after that ruckus.

And I... and I am.
Thanks to you.

I never saw anything so brave

as the way you punched that horrid man.

I'd do more than that for you.

How very flattering.

Where did you grow up?
You don't sound very Yorkshire.

Don't I?

That's, that's because my life's been sort of

spent all over the place.

North, south, east, west...

Home's the place that I love best.

What?

That's how the song goes.

Yes I, I suppose it is.

Would you let me call on you again?

- Well...
- Look, I know I'm not good enough for you,

I can see that.

But I'm a steady chap.

Ask Lord Ellis's agent.

- He'd give me a good reference.
- I'm sure...

But it's, it's something else.

Do you remember wondering

if any of the local farmers were after me?

- Yeah.
- Well, that's the thing.

I... There is one farmer

and I didn't want to spoil this afternoon
by mentioning it,

but I've rather given him my word.

Well, that's me back in me box, then.

I hope you understand.

Course I do.

He's a lucky bloke, that's all I'll say.

Well, good luck, then.

It's been nice knowing you.

You, too.

And Mr Thawley...

Sam.

When you do find someone...

Someone much nicer and better than I am...

She'll be a very lucky girl.

What the...

Say nothing and I'll be your friend forever.

Is Lord Grantham in the drawing room?

Thank you.

Ah, here she is.

Ah, darling.

Ah, are you only just back?

We sat for ever outside Peterborough.

We never found out why. Shall I change?

No, don't bother. It's only us.

And who are we to warrant any courtesy?

Don't be difficult, Granny.

Where's Rose? Have we lost her?

I'm so sorry I'm late.

Never mind, never mind.

Now I've got you all here,

and before Carson comes in,
I have something to say.

I had a letter today from Murray...

Wait just a moment while I finish.

Shall I leave, m'lord?

No. You might as well hear this.

Murray has taken Matthew's letter
to various authorities

and their conclusion is that it demonstrates
"testamentary intention".

- What's that?
- It means that the writer

intended the document to serve as a will.

- So the bequest stands?
- Yes.

Mary owns half the estate.

Hmm.

That sounds like a very good result.

And now we should go into dinner
before Mrs Patmore blows a gasket.

Dearest Papa,
I hope you're not too disappointed.

Don't be silly. Not at all.

Perhaps the three of us can sit down
tomorrow and talk properly?

Of course.
But the main problem is a simple one. Tax.

But that's it.

Tom's told me
you want to sell land to pay for it.

It's the only way, I'm afraid.

Yes, but you see, I don't agree.

Anyway, let's not talk about it now.

We ought to join the others.

If you've put her up to this...

I haven't put her up to anything.

But you won't keep her quiet.

Not now the bit's between her teeth.

Don't think that you will.

I don't know what he meant.

You must have said something?

But I haven't said anything.

I warned her off Mr Barrow, that's all.

But I wasn't having a go at her.

All I can tell you is that
she has managed to take offence.

She can't have.

Mr Barrow,

what are you doing down here?

Will you come up this moment
and help me serve the wine?

Sorry, Mr Carson. I'm on my way.

What's so funny?

Nothing, Mr Bates.

Nothing at all.

Good morning, Carson.

I hope I'm not in the way.

Not a bit.

You remember Mr Grigg.

Hello, Charlie.

Good of you to come.

I'm delighted.

But I'm not surprised.

Aren't you?

Because I'm astonished.

But why did you never speak
of Alice when we last met,

- before the war?
- What was the point?

She chose you all those years ago,
and that was it.

Why bring it up?

Because it wasn't "it".

She chose me, but it never worked.

She's dead now anyway.

But it was never "it".

I didn't know she was dead.

Five year ago.

We'd separated long before,

but I went to see her in St Thomas's.

Do you know what she said?

She said,
"Charlie Carson was the better man.

"I could have loved him.

"I did love him, really.

"But I was a fool and couldn't see it."

Did she say that?

Honestly?

That she loved you?

Aye, she did.

And she wanted me to tell you,
if I saw you again.

There we are.

We could have made a go of it, you know.

As long as you know that it were her choice.

I never set out to take her off you.

All aboard.

I'm sorry to interrupt,
but I think you must get aboard.

I can't tell you how grateful I am, Mrs Crawley.

- Very good luck.
- Thank you.

I doubt we'll meet again,

but can we shake on it?

We've known some
ups and downs together, it's true.

But if this is goodbye...

let's part as friends, eh?

All right.

I wish you well.

Likewise...

Charlie.

Mrs Crawley,

I should be grateful if you would let me know

any expense you have been put to
on Mr Grigg's behalf

during his stay with you.

Oh, no. That's completely unnecessary...

I should be grateful.

Very well, Carson. I shall do that.

Good day to you.

Mr Carson?

Shall we walk back together?