Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 2 - Episode #5.2 - full transcript

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She can decide whether or not
she wants to throw these away.

Quite right.

But how would it be funded?

There's quite a lot in the kitty
and we'd have another campaign.

I'm sure there'd be plenty of volunteers
to keep up standards.

Are you? For how long?
And what about the cricket?

We'd have to re-site the pitch, My Lord.

Of course, it would take work,
but we've got until the summer.

MRS WIGAN: And think what we're gaining.

A beautiful Garden of Remembrance,
a proud memorial at its heart.



Where people can walk and sit
and think about their loved ones.

They can come here from all around

and spend an hour
with their sacred memories,

in peace and at rest.

But this pitch has been prepared
over many years

and with a great deal of work
for the cricket.

I suppose that field below Peckham Wood
could be made into a pitch.

Surely the right place
is in the centre of the village,

where people will pass it every day.

Will it be peaceful and quiet there,
m'lord? A fit place for mourning?

Well, that's what they're doing in Sowerby,

and I'm certain it's where
most of them will be.

And is our memorial to be
no better than "most of them"?

MRS WIGAN: It comes down to priorities,
Lord Grantham.



Which is more important, a game of cricket, or
the loss of a son in the course of his duty?

Well, this is it, then.

There's something I want to say.

I'm sorry I put you
through all that trouble.

Forget it.

It's in the past.

Well, you've been
a good friend to me, Thomas.

If anyone had told me
that I'd have been friends with a...

a man like you,
I'd have not believed them.

But we have been friends.

And I'm sad to see the back of you. I am.

- You can always write.
- I'm not much at letter-writing.

I'll do my best.

But in case we don't meet again,

I hope you find some happiness.

I do, truly.

I hope the same for you too, Jimmy.

Oh, I'll be dandy.

I'd best be off.

I'm sorry Jimmy's gone.

I know. It were nice
having a bonny face about the house.

We'll have to make do with Mr Molesley.

How are your studies going?

Slowly.

It's bound to be hard
when you've not been at school for a while.

It's not hard, it's impossible.

But what's the answer?

Is the pudding ready to go up?

Mrs Patmore? The pudding?

Sorry. I was miles away.

Now, there's a sauce to go with that.
Shall I put it on one tray,

or will Mr Barrow lend a hand?

All on one tray, please. I can't be
bothered to fight it out with him.

Jimmy, where are you when we need you?

Oh, Mr Carson!

What is it now?

Now that Jimmy... James has gone,
do I take it that I am now first footman?

Since you are the only footman,
you are first, second, third and last.

Make what you will of it!

Mr Molesley, we're nearly
at the end of those distinctions.

There will come a time when a household
is lucky to boast any footmen.

Now get that up to the dining room.

Did it not go well this morning?

I was disappointed, if you must know.

But it's early days.

George is coming on so fast.

It's wonderful how they seem to change
week by week at his age.

He's rather sweet, isn't he?

How are you getting on
with repairing the fire damage?

They're all being marvellous,
but I do feel such an idiot.

That may be because
you behaved like an idiot.

Well, the good thing is
they'll have sorted it out in a day or two.

Did I tell you I got this letter
from Charles Blake?

What does he want?

An art historian he knows
is writing a book on della Francesca.

He wasn't aware we had
one of his paintings at Downton.

Apparently, he's desperate to see it.

I assume it's just an excuse
so Charles can pay court to Mary.

He doesn't say he wants to come.

He only wrote to introduce his friend.

Simon Brisker?

I can invite Charles, if you'd like.

I don't mind either way.

I think I will ask him.

We don't know this Mr Bricker.
It might be easier if Charles is here.

Well, if you want me too,
don't forget I'm away from Tuesday.

I wish I knew where you were going.

I haven't a clue.

I expect we'll drive around for a few days

and stop and sketch
when we see a view we like.

- Who's this with?
- Annabel Portsmouth. It'll be fun.

How was your morning, Papa?

Have you decided
where to put the memorial?

- No.
- Carson?

Not yet, My Lady.

It's difficult to please everyone.

Bella Davis telephoned this morning.

She was talking about her work
with Russian refugees in York.

Are there many Russian refugees in York?

I'm afraid so. They're scattered
all over Europe, poor devils,

trying to establish communities
to save what's left of their culture

after the ravages of revolution.

Ghastly for them, eh, Tom?

I feel sorry for anyone
exiled from their own country.

The exiles are the lucky ones.

I pity those who stayed behind, only to be
tortured and murdered in their thousands.

Leave him alone, Papa.

ISOBEL: I was at the hospital today,

and Mrs Henderson
has done the most generous thing

and given a wireless to the ward

so that they can listen to music
and the news,

and sometimes even a play.

I can't tell you how it
brightens things up.

I'm told that they're far more
efficient now and much easier to tune.

No.

But I haven't asked anything.

No.

Shall we go through
and let the servants get in here?

(SHEEP BLEATING)

(DISHES CLATTERING)

Hello.

Follow my lead.

Look who it is! Come in, m'lady.

Hello, Mrs Drewe.

I hope I'm not being a nuisance.

Hello, darling.

Hello, how are you?

Why don't you sit there, m'lady?

Have they started cleaning
up after the fire?

They're doing it now.
Thank heaven it was only my room.

God, I was stupid.

It's wonderful the interest
you take in her, m'lady.

Perhaps you'll keep an eye on her
as she grows.

I'm sure I will.

It'd be a blessing if you would.

After all, she's almost a foundling,
no parents of her own.

No family and no one to turn to.

Tim, what are you saying?

We're her family now.

I know. But there's a limit to what
we can do, with three of our own.

I don't understand you.

Marigold is one of our own.

Well, very nearly.

All I'm saying is Her Ladyship
could prove to be a real blessing,

if she'd only take an interest.

She seems a bright little thing to me.

(MARIGOLD COOING)

Well, I'd have to think about it.

'Course you will.

Because if people get used to seeing
you together, you can't just duck out.

That's why I must think carefully
and only take it on if I'm sure.

You could be a sort of godmother.

That's it.

Yes, I could be Marigold's godmother.

But she's got a godmother.

We had her christened, and my sister...

Talk it over with His Lordship,
why don't you?

See what he thinks.

Maybe I could take her up to the house
to visit my niece and nephew.

My eye, how lucky would she be?

This is all very good of you, m'lady,
I'm sure...

Give it thought. Then we'll see.

Sorry.

Dr Clarkson has just been telling me about
the latest report of the drug insulin.

Oh.

It's going to make
a great difference to many lives,

I'm quite sure of that.

I agree. We're a backwater here, but
heaven knows, we've our share of diabetes.

Just think. A diagnosis
will no longer be a death sentence.

I'm glad to see your old interests
are reasserting themselves.

- Why do you say that?
- Mrs Crawley has been distracted lately,

with Lord Merton frisking around her skirts
and getting in the way.

You make too much of it.

Do I?

We've been invited to tea
with Lord Merton at Cavenham.

I opened the letter this morning.

Maybe you're the real quarry

and he's only hunting me
to throw you off the scent.

I may be older than I was, but I can
still tell when a man is interested.

I believe Cavenham Park
has some beautiful gardens,

though it's the wrong time of year
to see them.

The promise of the gardens in summer
will be the final worm on the hook.

Honestly. I'm as good at being
teased as the next man,

but even my sense of humour has its limits.

Off you go, Miss Goody Two Shoes.

You can play the Holy Mother all you like,
you still nearly got me sacked.

Leave her alone.

Oh, gallant Mr Molesley.

She's never told you, though, has she?

Miss Baxter has had troubles in the past,
which you tried to use against her

until Her Ladyship put a stop to it.

That is all I need to know.

I knew she hadn't told you.

Barrow, could you please
tell Mrs Patmore I'm here?

Very good, m'lady.

A delicious dinner, Mrs Patmore.

Thank you very much.

Madge said you wanted a word.

Only if it's convenient, m'lady.

But you know that young woman
who works at the school?

Miss Bunting? Mr Branson's friend?

Yes. Well, I didn't like to ask him
in case he found it awkward,

but I was wondering if she might be
prepared to take on some extra work?

But suppose they telephone
Lady Portsmouth?

She's promised she'll cover for me.

I feel quite nervous and
I'm not even going.

We must choose the clothes carefully,

so you can take them
on and off without my help.

Well, I'll have his help.

Honestly, m'lady.
You'd better hope I never write my memoirs.

There is one thing I've got to ask you.

I'm really sorry, but I must.

Go on.

I have to be sure there aren't any...

consequences..

What sort of consequences?

Well, you know.

No, I don't.

Oh, my God.

I mean, I beg your pardon, m'lady.

But you see, I can't just go
into a shop and buy something.

What if I were recognised?

But I wouldn't know what to buy.

I've thought of that.

I have a copy of Marie Stopes' book.

It tells you everything.

Well, won't he take care of it?

I don't think one should rely on a man
in that department, do you?

But suppose I'm recognised?

But you won't be.

And even if you are, you're married,

with a living husband.

Why shouldn't you buy one?

Is it true that Lady Rose
wants His Lordship to buy a wireless?

She wants him to, but whether he
will or not is another matter.

I like the idea of a wireless,

to hear people talking and singing
in London and all sorts.

What's so good about that,
when you can go to the music hall in York?

I'd rather hear a live singer, me.

If you're looking for Miss Baxter,
she's still upstairs.

Why do you have to make everything
sound so nasty all the time?

I'm nasty about Miss Baxter because
she came here to help and support me

and she's broken her word.

I doubt that's how she'd put it.

Do you think, with her past,
she'd come near a house like this?

She'd have been lucky to get work
in a public laundry.

And I'm sure she's grateful.

Then she's a funny way of showing it.

You do know she's a thief?

Stole her mistress's jewels.

There must be more to it than that.

No. She sneaked up to the bedroom,
snatched up the pieces,

pearl necklaces, diamond bracelets,
put them in her pockets,

then tried to make it look
as if someone had broken in.

Then she was obviously unsuccessful.

They gave her five years,
but she only served three.

Came out a few months
before I brought her up here.

So don't say she doesn't owe me.

Has Mrs Bates come down yet?

Not yet.

We were just discussing your friend,
Miss Baxter.

Is she my friend, particularly?

She seems to think so.

I know you mean
to lead me into further enquiry,

but I couldn't care less
what you think, Thomas,

on that subject or any other.

I agree.

No, you don't.

Because you listened to the story,
didn't you?

What was that about?

Oh, nothing.

I must remember to organise a car
to meet Charles Blake and his friend.

They'll be here at teatime.

Do people think we're some sort of hotel
that never presents a bill?

You've already made that joke.

There you are.

I need your advice.

How flattering. What is it?

Should I go?

No, no. It's not a secret.

I've been talking to Mr Drewe.

Did you know they've taken in a child,
the daughter of a friend who died?

How kind of them.

Anyway, the girl is very endearing,

and I think I'd like to be involved
in her future.

To help her in some way.

Maybe with school fees or something.

I've money from my articles
and Grandpapa's trust.

Has Drewe put you up to this?

No.

But I'd like to take an active interest.

It'd be good for me.

It's your money.

Do what you like with it.

But you can't just give the child up
when you get bored.

I won't get bored.

Cousin Robert,

did you see this article about how wirelesses
are getting cheaper and more reliable?

No.

I just thought it was interesting.

No.

What's Mr Branson's pal doing down here?

Why? Don't you approve?

Last time she came,
she gave them all an earful.

I cannot solve the mystery.

How are you getting on with the memorial?

His Lordship is resisting
the idea of the garden.

You don't agree with him?

Well, as it happens, I do.

What?

I don't believe
in your Garden of Remembrance.

In a town, maybe,

but the Yorkshire scenery
is our garden of remembrance.

I'd prefer to see a memorial
at the heart of village life,

so we'd pass it
on the way to church or the shop

and give a thought to the boys who fell.

You surprise me, Mrs Hughes.

I was disappointed in his Lordship,
but I'm more disappointed in you.

Every relationship has its ups and downs.

(BELL RINGING)

Yes, miss?

Um...

ls there a lady I could deal with?

Very good, madam.

If you'll just wait there?

I've not quite made up my mind.

Why not serve the gentleman first?

That's kind of you.
Packet of safety razor blades, please.

That's sixpence, sir.

Thank you.

If we keep this up,
we'll have another customer along soon.

Yes.

Um...

I would like to buy

one of these.

I can see you're married.

I am married, yes.

But you don't wish for any more children.

That's it. That, that's right.

There is always abstinence.

Of course there is.

But I don't want to take any risks.
Because of my health.

Oh, I see.

Well, that does put
a slightly different colour on it.

Three and eleven.

Keep the change.

What about the instructions?

They can be very difficult to manage.

I'm sure it's perfect. Thank you.

I'll take half a crown a lesson.
That's five shillings a week.

You can use my sitting room
if you need somewhere private.

I'll see you after school. Goodbye.

Well, now, wait a minute.

That is Daisy's busiest time.

I can't come any earlier.

Oh, well, then... Perhaps...

I'm excited. But I'll pay.

It's not right that you should
waste your money on me.

No! I want to pay.

That's a nice thing you're doing.

Is it?

I think I've been a damned fool
and doubled my workload.

I wondered who was in here.

We're just sorting out some things
for Rose's refugees.

Poor Rose.

Why are you so against getting a wireless?

In a way, I wish she'd just say it.

"Cousin Robert,
please buy a wireless for Downton."

- I wouldn't mind.
- That's because you're American.

But I'm not, and I find the whole idea
a kind of thief of life.

That people should waste hours
huddled around a wooden box,

listening to someone talking at them,
burbling inanities from somewhere else.

But surely now,
with the latest news and everything.

And it must be a boon for the old.

What do you think, Bates?

I can't see the Dowager
with a wireless, m'lady.

It's a fad. It won't last.

No, not that one.

(SIGHS)

This is nice.

Lord Grantham said it was
the coldest house in Yorkshire.

Ah, you're here. I'm so pleased.

How charming it is.

Well, we do our best.

I know it's the wrong time of year,
but I would love to see the gardens.

Well, shouldn't we allow Lord Merton
to tell us how he's planned our visit?

- Of course.
- It is his house.

Yes. I know that.

LORD MERTON: Come along in.

(CHATTERING)

You've been very quiet all day.

Have I?

I wish you'd tell me what it is.

Very well.

Last night, Mr Barrow chose to give me
an account of your history.

He was bound to. Sooner or later.

His version is a bleak one,
which will not surprise you.

What did he say?

Well, for a start, he seemed to suggest
that you were in some sort of...

privileged position?

I was a trusted senior lady's maid
to a good woman

in a rich and respectable household.

But then he said that
you just took your employer's jewels,

snatched them up
and pushed them into your pocket.

I stole a pearl necklace with a ruby clasp,

two diamond bracelets and four rings.

Did he tell you I tried to pretend
it was a burglary?

Well, then I think you have
all the relevant information.

But there must be something more.

There must have been a cause,
a reason for you to do such a thing?

What sort of cause?

I don't know.

Someone that you cared for

needed money for an emergency,
and you were desperate to help?

I was a common thief, Mr Molesley,

a convicted criminal, a gaolbird.

I don't believe you!

Because you don't want to.

I would only say
that I am not that person now.

When you've finished your tea
we can walk the terraces, if you like.

That sounds ideal.

As a matter of fact, I recently read a book
on the science of quarantine

and I've been looking forward
to discussing it with you.

We mustn't bore Lady Grantham.

You're right. You see, I need your
guiding hand to keep me in check.

Mrs Crawley is never happier than when
she has a chance to use her guiding hand.

Are you, dear?

How pretty this room is.

Thank you.

Mama re-did all these rooms in the '80s.

She had good taste, I think.

Is one allowed to brag about one's mother?

So the late Lady Merton didn't change it?

Ada? No. She didn't use it much.

She thought it was rather draughty,
being so near the front door.

I suppose she had a point.

If you don't like being
quite so near the front door.

Well, I think it's enchanting.

It's a woman's room, though.

Of course.

The library and the dining room
are masculine,

the drawing rooms and music room
are feminine.

Or so I was taught.

I didn't mean that exactly.

More that it needs
a woman's presence to make sense of it.

When I'm on my own in here,
I feel like a bull in a china shop.

Why aren't you going with her?

- What?
- With Lady Mary.

She'll be away for almost a week.

Yes, but they're driving round.

They don't know where
they'll stay or anything.

- She and Lady Portsmouth?
- Yes.

It doesn't sound much like Lady Mary.
It sounds a bit bohemian.

Well, I suppose she's allowed
to get away from it all if she wants to.

- Like anyone.
- Yes. I suppose she is.

What do you make of Edith's
burst of generosity? For the Drewe girl?

I don't begrudge it.

In all probability
her beloved Gregson is dead

and she has to sit and watch
her sisters' children play.

She wants someone to love.

It's as simple as that.

Of course, the problem will come when
she has a child of her own to distract her.

Let's cross that bridge when we come to it.

And let's hope the Drewes
don't get sick of her in the meantime.

Was it ghastly?

I didn't know where to look.

But when I thought about it afterwards,
it seemed unfair to punish me like that.

Suppose I was a working woman with
eight children and I didn't want any more?

Wouldn't I have the right?

I agree completely.

I feel like going back tomorrow
and ordering a baker's dozen.

One's enough for now.

CORA: Mr Brisker.

This is wonderfully kind of you.

You could see the painting now,
or after dinner, or wait until tomorrow.

It's entirely up to you.

I think I'd like a glimpse of it
later this evening.

Then I can take a proper look in the
daylight when I have my wits about me.

You look as if you've spent
the winter away from these shores.

- I've been in Alexandria.
- Really?

I don't envy you. I'm not
very good at abroad.

She's in the kitchen?

I can't swear to what room she's in,

but she was giving a lesson to Daisy
and she's still here.

Shouldn't we invite her to dinner?
If she's your friend?

I don't think Lord Grantham would like it.

Not after last time.

But it seems terribly grand
and unfriendly not to.

I'll ask Cora.

How are you?

I haven't seen you for ages.

Have I neglected you? I'm sorry.

No need to apologise.

Although I think you might perhaps
have told me I was not the lucky winner.

- Why would you say that?
- Because it's perfectly obvious.

Well, I don't seem to
have broken your heart.

You sound disappointed.

Who is this fellow, anyway?

Simon Brisker? Just a chap I know.

He was talking about his book in Boodle's. I
mentioned the painting here and that was it.

He's very brown, lucky chap.

Charles, I'm sorry if I've hurt you.

It's just only lately that I've started
to come out of the mist.

And the mist is clearing around the lithe
and supple figure of Tony Gillingham?

Maybe.

Well, good luck to you both.

I mean it.

That's why I came here,
so I could wish you luck in person.

We should give her the option.

If you're certain?
I don't want to feel I'm imposing.

Don't be silly. This is your home.

Where's Tom going?

- Miss Bunting is downstairs.
- What?

She's been teaching
one of the maids in the kitchen.

Tom's gone to ask if
she'd like some dinner.

God in heaven, you're not serious.

She's the first friend Tom's made
that has nothing to do with us

and we must respect that.

So every time we entertain,
we must invite this tinpot Rosa Luxemburg?

Who's she?

A German communist who was shot
and thrown in the canal.

We wouldn't wish that on Miss Bunting.

Hmm.

I must be mad. I didn't see the time.

I've left Mrs Patmore
cooking dinner for everyone.

Well, you can tell her from me
you'll prove a talented mathematician.

Whose idea was it to ask me? Yours?

No. It was Rose.

Although it's a new sensation for me.

Not to be alone in my
opinions at the table.

If I've encouraged you
to stand your ground, I'm glad,

but I don't feel like putting either myself

or Lord Grantham
through another test of strength tonight.

Please thank them
and say good night for me.

I don't need a car.
I'm perfectly happy to walk.

When in Rome...

But do you ever think you might have
been in Rome too long?

Why do you say that?

Well, you needn't always do
as the Romans do.

There's more in you than that.

I wonder.

You could do anything you want
if you put your mind to it.

I can't deny it.

It's good to hear you talk
as if I had a real future.

You do have a future, but not here.

Not with these people.

Of course your link to them is Sybil,
but from the way you talk,

I think she was unique in this family,

free of prejudice, free
from narrow thinking.

It's true enough. She was unique.

All I'm asking is for you to remember

that you are the man who tempted her
over the park wall to run away to freedom.

I was that man.

But I'm not sure I can be that man again.

You can be.

I know it.

Good night.

Where's your friend?

She couldn't stay. She had to get home.

What a relief.

What were you doing in Alexandria?

Escaping the winter
and looking at beautiful things.

Beautiful and very ancient things.

I don't agree.

So you're collecting clothes
for the Russian refugees?

Well, I said no at first because,
well, it didn't feel terribly me,

but then I thought about them
leading their lives before the fall.

Doing everything you would do.

Exactly. Dancing and shopping
and seeing their friends

and then suddenly being thrown out
to fend for themselves in the jungle.

Well, I thought I had to help, if I could.

It's lucky Miss Bunting
refused our invitation,

or she'd give us a lecture on how
they're aristocrats and so they deserve it.

She believes the old regime in Russia
was an unjust one.

She hopes the new system
will be an improvement.

Does that make her a firebrand?

Because I agree with her.

And you don't think certain acts of savagery
forfeit any sympathy for the perpetrators?

It was terrible, of course.

But the English killed King Charles I

to create a balance between
the throne and parliament.

I didn't kill him personally!

I didn't shoot the imperial family.

Goodness. Is this what they call
a lively exchange of views?

It's about now that Papa
usually fetches his gun.

Mary, don't tease Mr Bricker.

He's come north to see a painting

and he finds himself caught
in the middle of the Civil War.

I don't think we'll split tonight.

They'll only fight if we do.

Mr Bricker wants to see the picture,
and I'm sure any delay is torment.

You read my mind.

Carson, how are we
to move forward with the memorial?

I suppose your position has not changed?

I can see that I am losing,

but I would rather be convinced
than defeated, My Lord.

And I am not yet convinced.

Cousin Robert,

did you see that the King
is going to speak on the wireless?

It was in the paper today.

- Don't be silly!
- No, it's true.

For the opening
of the British Empire Exhibition.

It's being broadcast on the 23rd.

I just thought you'd like to know.

Is this true, Carson?

I believe so, My Lord.

Talking about the Empire, too.

I wonder.

If the King wants to use the wireless to speak
to his people, maybe we have to listen.

I wouldn't say that, My Lord.

Is it not a case of the King
being forced into accepting

a humiliating assignment by his ministers?

Are you saying the King
is a weak man, Carson?

Never that, My Lord.

But even kings must
bow to pressure sometimes.

And should we not support him
in his hour of endurance?

Oh, cheer up. We can always hire one.

Surely we won't be corrupted
if it's only in the house for a day.

They said you were out here.

I thought I'd get some air
before we have our dinner.

I've let you down, haven't I?

No, I wouldn't say so.

You are who you are.

You made choices
and you've paid the price for them.

Still.

I'm not who you thought me.

It is not for me to pass sentence.

You've had enough of that.

I've changed. I'm different now.

I wish you could believe me.

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

Because...

I am not persuaded
you can have acted on your own.

Maybe not.

But I don't want to talk about that.

Because, alone or not, in the end
I made the choice to steal

and there's no point
trying to pass the sin along.

And you won't allow me an opinion?

You see, you wouldn't have done it,

no matter who asked you to,
no matter what the provocation.

I don't claim that.

If a man must watch his loved ones starve,
who's to say what he'll do?

But I wasn't starving, was I?

Believe me.

I'd give a limb to rewrite
that whole chapter of my life.

But I can't, Mr Molesley.

Even for you,

I can't.

SIMON: Do you have a clear record
of how it came to be here?

The second Earl was our collector.

He bought it when he was quite a young man
and on his Grand Tour.

- Which was when?
- 1789.

We have a letter from his mother.

She's just heard about the fall of the Bastille
and her son was on his way through France.

She was so desperate to get him home
she sent it by special messenger.

- Mothers.
- Some things never change.

Lots of things never change.

Tomorrow I can show you some
of the other pictures he brought back,

if you've time before you go.

I have all the time in the world.

I should enjoy it very much.

There's coffee in the drawing room.

Thank you.

We'll be right in.

Isis! Come here, girl!

I can't believe it.

When she explained it to me,
how it all worked, I could see it at once.

Well, this is Our Lady of the Numbers.

If I'd had a teacher like her
when I were at school,

things might've turned out very different.

Well, they've not turned out so badly,
have they?

I'm glad to see some smiles
at the end of a long day.

Daisy's singing the praises
of Miss Bunting and her teaching.

I should keep it to yourself.

She's not a favourite with Mr Carson.

- Why? What's she done?
- It's not what she's done,

it's what he calls her "dangerous ideas."

Dangerous or not,
I'm sure they're good ideas.

Careful. He'll think you've been infected.

What's this?

Daisy's worried she's been infected
with a cold from the delivery boy.

Oh, His Lordship and I are walking down
to the village tomorrow

to look at possible sites.

I don't like it
when we're not on the same side.

We're different people, Mr Carson.
We can't always agree.

I know.

But I don't like it.

I can't make a decision, Baxter,
until you tell me the whole truth.

I have, m'lady.

I don't mean you've tried to shield
yourself, quite the contrary.

But I haven't yet heard the whole stow.

To be honest, Baxter, I don't know
why I haven't dismissed you out of hand.

I employ a jewel thief to look after
my jewels? It doesn't make any sense.

I don't know what else to say.

And if I don't sack you
for your criminal record,

I should sack you for concealing it.

Should I take this as my dismissal?

I don't know. I don't know why not,
but I don't know.

What was the matter with Tom?

Papa will blame his friend, Miss Bunting,
for filling his ears with poison,

but I'm not sure.

He has so little life away from us.

He's had no life since Sybil died.

But I've a feeling he's turning back
into who he really is.

Is that a bad thing?

For us, maybe. But not for him.

I'm going up.

Good night, you two.

Do you think there's any chance
Cousin Robert really might get a wireless?

Well, if he won't get one for the King,
your cause is hopeless.

That's true.

I loved Rose's definition of ordinary life,

dancing and shopping
and seeing one's friends.

(LAUGHS)

I'm going to bed too. I'm worn out.

But I hope you'll be happy for me?

If it is Tony in the end.

Nothing will make me happier
than seeing you happy.

But please be absolutely sure
before you decide.

Why do you say that?

Because you're cleverer than he is.

That might have worked in the last century,

when ladies had to hide their brains
behind good manners and good breeding.

- But not now.
- I don't agree.

I think Tony is quite as clever as I am.

Then one of us is right and one is wrong.

You're not being fair.

I'm not some over-heated housemaid

drooling over a photograph
of Douglas Fairbanks.

Plantagenets are as susceptible
as housemaids when it comes to sex.

Are we talking about sex? Or love?

That is a question that mankind has been
wrestling with since the dawn of time.

Good night.

(SIGHS)

Poor Tom.

He's nothing more
than a ventriloquist's dummy

for that terrible woman's ideas
to come spewing out of his mouth.

Maybe she's given him confidence
to say what he really thinks

and not to sit there in silence listening
to a thousand things he disagrees with.

She'll steal him away from us. I can feel it.
She's pulling him back to the other side.

I hope not.

But if he feels he has to go,
that's what he must do.

Well, he's not taking Sybbie.

Don't be silly.

I mean it!

I am not having Sybil's only child
snatched from everyone she loves,

to be brought up by some harpy
in an American sewer!

If the time comes, then
we will talk to Tom.

And I suggest we try to be
a little more calm about it.

For heaven's sake,

can't I be angry when our eldest grandchild
is about to be stolen from us forever?

And tell your friend Bricker
to stop flirting with Isis!

There is nothing more ill-bred than trying to
steal the affections of someone else's dog!

Very well, I'll tell him.

To stop flirting.

I think I've put everything in.
Your packet's here, m'lady.

Thank you.

I don't think there's anything
too difficult to fasten.

Lord Gillingham can always help.

For the last time, are you certain
you know what you're doing?

I believe so.

Anna, the way things are going, life will
be lived in much closer quarters in future.

My grandparents lived in vast rooms,
surrounded by staff.

If they disagreed, they'd
hardly have known it.

But it won't be like that for us.

I must be sure I'm right to want this man,

as my friend, as my lover,

as my husband.

Well, I think it's a big risk.

Please.

I can't be lectured twice in one evening.

I've already had a ticking
off from Mr Blake.

You didn't tell him?

Only that I thought Lord Gillingham
was the one.

The point is I want to marry again,

and I absolutely don't want to divorce.

Well, I wish you luck, m'lady.

- Morning.
- Morning.

There you are. I'm afraid it's
the perfect position for me.

Millions of men killed, My Lord,
and we'll remember them with a stone cross

for women to stop by and gossip?

I prefer to say that
as people go about their business,

we remind them of the men who died.

They gave their lives for our freedom,

and we'll remember them
with a convenient step

to sit for a moment and
tie up your shoelace.

Good afternoon, m'lord.

Hello, Mrs Elcot. What are you up to?

I'm just waiting for our Robbie.

He likes to say hello
to his father sometimes, after school.

It's good of you to make a special journey.

Oh, no. He comes with me
when I'm on the way to the shop

or the post office, and takes the chance
to visit the grave then.

My Bob was a lovely man

and a wonderful dad, and I don't want
our Robbie to forget him.

Not if I can help it.

No. No, of course you don't.

Thank you, Mrs Elcot.

Your words have made
quite an impression on me.

Don't you agree, Carson?

I do. Yes.

Quite an impression.

My Lord.

Why is it called a wireless
when there are so many wires?

MRS PATMORE: I don't know.

(HUMMING NOISE)

Nothing's happening.

It's just warming up, m'lady.

(CRACKLING)

(FAINT DANCE MUSIC)

All set.

Wait a minute! Is that Jack Hylton?

(MUSIC CLEARER)

Golly, isn't this thrilling!

What's this I see?

Servants loitering in the hall?
With Her Ladyship due at any moment?

Look at that.
If I touched it, will I get a shock?

You'll only get a shock
if you listen to it.

I think it's exciting.

We're catching up, Mr Carson.

Whether you like it or not, Downton
is catching up with the times we live in.

That is exactly what I am afraid of.

(BABY COOING)

Hello.

But before I go,
I hope we're all united in the plan.

It's very kind of you, m'lady.

Isn't it, Margie?

Very kind.

I just want every opportunity
for little Marigold.

As I say, it's very generous.

And you won't mind
my being part of her life?

She needs the chance to dream.

We must be careful not to fill her head
with too many dreams, m'lady.

This is a wonderful opportunity
you're offering. Thank you.

I'll see you soon.

Bye-bye.

Bye.

What's the matter?

Why should anything be the matter?

You could have been more gracious.

I don't want this place to be her
doll's house, and Marigold her doll,

to be kissed and petted,
then cast aside when she loses interest.

She won't lose interest.

- How can you be sure?
- I am sure.

I'll be in the yard.
Call me when the food's ready.

Hands, please.

KING GEORGE V (ON WIRELESS): It gives me
the greatest pleasure and satisfaction

to come here today with the Queen

for the purpose of opening
the British Empire Exhibition.

I suppose he can't hear us.

No. It doesn't work like that.

Miss Mary Crawley.

Welcome to Liverpool, Miss Crawley.
I hope you enjoy your stay.

I'm sure I will.

(BRITISH ANTHEM PLAYING)

Well. You have heard the voice
of His Majesty King George V.

What do you think, Carson? Mrs Hughes?
The King on the wireless.

I prefer to think of him
on his throne, m'lord.

To me, it's a good thing.

To make him less of a myth, more of a man.

Well, I hope you've all taken
something of value from it.

Mrs Hughes is right, the radio
somehow makes the King more real.

But is it a good thing?

The monarchy has thrived
on magic and mystery.

Strip them away and people may think
the Royal Family is just like us.

Well, would that be so wrong?

Well, only if they want to stay
at Buckingham Palace.

(WOMEN CHATTERING)

(WOMAN LAUGHING)

Cheer up, Mr Barrow.
Weren't you pleased to hear the King?

I expect it's difficult for you
with Jimmy gone.

We all need a special friend
from time to time.

I wasn't special to him.

Not truly.

I don't agree. I think he liked you.

Maybe. A little.

But I don't think
I'm very likeable to people here.

Do you want to be?

There are times when I'd like to belong.

Does that sound funny?

Not to me. Not at all.

Shall I have it collected in the morning,
My Lord?

Must he?

Do we need to get rid of it
in quite such a hurry, now it's here?

Put it in the small library.

Thank you for changing your mind.

I wasn't aware I'd decided against it.

It's such a pity Mary had to miss it,
for a boring sketching trip.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

It's mad not to give a false name.

Always make a lie as truthful as possible.

If you're seen, you have the right name,
you're alone in your room.

And why shouldn't you be in Liverpool?

How did you manage
to get the rooms connected?

Well, I'm not a complete halfwit.

Nor, happily, is the manager.

So, what's the plan?

It's a simple one.

We'll go down to Church Street
for a scrumptious dinner,

after which we'll come back.

And make love.

Exactly.

We'll make love all night,

and in fact for as long
as either of us has any stamina left.

And who can say fairer than that?

(LAUGHS)

I meant to ask how you got on this morning.

Oh, we've settled it.
It's going to be in the village.

I hope you're not too upset.

I only asked to be convinced.

My walk through the village convinced me.

And there's a bonus.

What's that?

It puts us back in agreement, Mrs Hughes.

I'm not comfortable when you and I
are not in agreement.

You're very flattering.

When you talk like that, you make me
want to check the looking glass

to see that my hair's tidy.

Get away with you.

No, I mean it.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Uh...

There's a policeman to see you, Mr Carson.

- A policeman?
- It's just Sergeant Willis, Mr Carson.

Hello, Mr Willis.

Thank you, Mr Barrow.

Your scaremongering has not succeeded.

That will be all.

Sit down, Mr Willis, have a cup of tea.

Now, how can I help you?

Well, it's an odd business,
but we may as well get down to it.

A man stayed here last year, a Mr Alex
Green. Worked for Lord Gillingham.

I remember him well.

Why wouldn't I, when he died
so very tragically not long after?

That's all I need.

I've just been told to check
that you remember him and...

Oh, thank you.

And to give warning
that we might need to ask some questions.

I don't understand.

Well, something's turned up,

and before they take it further they're
trying to establish its significance.

But what is that? What's turned up?

A witness.
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