Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 5, Episode 5 - Episode #5.5 - full transcript

- Cora.
-Hello, Rosamund.
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You made good time.

ROSE: I say!
MARY: What?

Some man has opened a nudist colony
at Wickford in Essex.

It's called the Moonella Group.

What do you mean
a man has opened a colony in Essex?

Not that sort of colony, Mama.

It's for people who want to take
all their clothes off.

In Essex?

Isn't it terribly damp?

Would that make a difference?



Well yes, if you had no clothes on.

I think it's a mad idea.

Oh, I doubt they were aiming it at you.

I wanted to come after Mary told me
about the farmer's child

you're taking such an interest in.

Come to my room when you're changed,
why don't you?

- How long are you here for?
-About a week, if I'm allowed.

Good. We're giving a bash
for my Deputy Lieutenants on Friday,

you can stay and help.

I'm afraid I'll be away on Thursday night.

It's another of my Lord Lieut things.

I'm guest of honour at a dinner

for all the Yorkshire-based
commanding officers,

so I can't get out of it.



And you're staying the night?

It's down in Sheffield and it'll be very late,
so it seems sensible.

You'll just have to make do with Cora.

And Edith and Tom and Rose.

What news of your suitor?

I haven't heard from him lately.

Have you decided what answer
you're going to give him yet?

Well, I think I should tell him before I tell you.
Wouldn't you agree?

Ellen Terry has nothing on you
when it comes to stringing out a moment.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

- MRS PATMORE: Oh. You busy?
-No, no, no. Come in.

- How can I help?
-Uh...

Would you like me to leave?

Oh, I'd love to think I had a secret
that was too indelicate for a lady's ear

but I haven't.

No, I've got some good news, for a change.

An old aunt's died.

No, that's not the good news
but she made old bones.

- Which is the main thing.
-Well the point is she's left me a bit of money.

Ah!

It's a few hundred quid,
more than I've ever saved.

I am glad for you.

Well, she was married to a baker
and he did well but they had no children.

How nice of her to choose you.

I think it was in memory of my dad
more than anything.

She and he were very close
when they were growing up.

And you want my advice on what to do
with the inheritance?

- Is that it?
-It is.

MRS HUGHES:
You'd do better asking Mr Branson's advice.

- Or Dr Clarkson's.
-But she's asking mine.

But we live so out of the way here.

You need to talk to someone
who's still in the game.

I'll give it some thought, Mrs Patmore.

And now, if you'll allow me,

I will go up and ring the gong.

(DOOR OPENING)

Come and sit here and we can talk.

I'm not going to eat you.

But you are going to chew me up.

Why not just tell me about
the dear little farmer's daughter?

- What did Mary say?
-No more than that.

- You knew I'd bring her back.
-I feared it.

And I still feel very sorry
for poor Mrs Schroder.

I wrote to her,
she told me she's adopted another baby.

Then she has solved her problem
but the question remains,

have you solved yours?

Am I at least going to be allowed
to see the girl?

- Do you want to?
-Of course.

I gave up ten months of my life
to make sure she came safely into the world.

The trouble is the farmer's wife, Mrs Drewe,
she just thinks I'm a nuisance.

She doesn't want me to see Marigold.

So, we have a situation of infinite danger
to your reputation,

which brings you no emotional reward
to compensate?

- Are we the first down?
-It looks like it. Want some?

How is Miss Bunting?
Still teaching Daisy downstairs?

She is. But don't worry.
I won't ask her to join us in the future.

Cora would overrule me in a moment
if she thought it important to you.

Which you don't think it should be?

I know you feel excluded at times,
an outsider in your own home.

Look, I am very grateful to you
and this family.

But my vision of this country
and where it should be headed

is different from yours.

But not from Miss Bunting's.

I believe in reform

and the moral direction of the Left.

And when I'm with her
I don't feel like a freak or a fool,

devoid of common sense.

I would only say this, Tom,

in your time here,
you've learned both sides of the argument,

befriended people
you'd once have seen as enemies.

- That's true.
-You should be proud.

Five years ago, would you have believed
you could be friendly with my mother?

(CHUCKLES)

I'm not sure I'd have believed it
five minutes ago.

Don't make nothing of what you've achieved.

-(DOOR OPENING)
-That's all.

Drinks before dinner?
Wait till Carson catches you.

- You'll notice I poured them myself.
-(CHUCKLES)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Anna, I've had a note from Sergeant Willis.

He says he's going
to look in this morning at 11 :00.

- To see me?
- That's what he says.

- Anyone else, Mr Carson?
-l'm not sure.

He says he wants to talk to Anna
and Lady Mary.

Lady Mary? Why her?

I don't know, but could you warn her?

I'll tell her when I take up the breakfast tray.

May I ask, to what do I owe
the pleasure of this visit?

I'll get straight down to it.

You know how Lord Merton likes
to display his interest in all things medical?

At least, he likes to
when in the company of Mrs Crawley.

Your confidence is a compliment.

I confide in you, Dr Clarkson, because I must.

Only you can help.

That is more flattering still.

It's the family's fault, really.

(SIGHS)

We've trained her in our ways

and, well, the earnest intellectual
bonne bourgeoise

has been replaced by
a rather less definable figure.

Are you saying that you liked her better
when she was more middle class?

No, I would not go that far.

But you understood her better.

Precisely.

Now, I... I do not know who she is.
I do not know what it is she wants.

Well, there are many
who wouldn't be much puzzled

by a desire to marry a lord
and live in a palace.

Can I ask you a personal question?

I have lived through great wars
and my share of grief.

I think I can manage an impertinent question
from a doctor.

Do you perhaps resent the idea
of a change of position for Mrs Crawley?

I'm sorry, I do not quite grasp your question.

(CHUCKLES) It bewilders me.

But I will say this.

Do you wish to see her live a life
devoid of industry

and moral worth?

I do not.

And when the glitter has tarnished,
you know, what then?

A hollow existence in a large
and draughty house,

with a man who bores her to death?

It's a terrible prospect.

So our duty is clear.

(DOGS BARKING IN DISTANCE)

(COCK CROWING)

(FOOTSTEPS APPROACHING)

Oh. It's you, m'lady.

Yes. I wanted to bring my aunt
to meet Marigold.

This is Lady Rosamund Painswick.

May I introduce Mrs Drewe?

How do you do, Mrs Drewe.

We're sorry for dropping in like this.
I expect you're very busy.

I am busy, m'lady, yes.

- This is Marigold.
-Oh, I do see.

She's very sweet.

Lady Edith seems to think so.

Hello?

Lady Edith has decided
to show off the baby to her aunt.

- Lady Rosamund Painswick.
-Pleased to meet you, m'lady.

Well, we don't want to disturb your day.

I've got to get the dinner started,
on top of everything else.

ROSAMUND: Yes, of course.

Goodbye, dear. Remember your...

- Remember your friend Rosamund.
-(MARIGOLD CRYING)

- I should take her inside.
-Oh, I could always...

I'll take her.

Of course.

Goodbye.

(EXHALES)

- Well...
-lt's exactly what I said would happen.

She wants Marigold as her toy,

to be poked and prodded
by every stray guest from the big house.

And you've done this.

You've done it!

What did you mean by saying to Mrs Patmore
we were living our lives out of the way?

- Not in the game?
-Well, we are.

Why does everyone talk
as if we don't live in the modern world?

- You don't agree with that, then?
-No!

Does the King not live in the world of today?

Does Mr Sargent not paint modern pictures?

Does Mr Kipling not write modern books?

So what are you going to tell her?

I don't know yet. I shall consider.

Sergeant Willis is asking for you, Mr Carson.

He's got a man with him from London,
he says.

(GROANS)

They're in the library now.

They?

An inspector's come from Scotland Yard.

What does he want with me?

What did he want with any of us?

None of it makes any sense.

By the way,
I'd like to catch the 10:00 train tomorrow.

I'm dining with Mr Blake
and I don't want to be in a rush.

Will we stay at Lady Rosamund's,
even though she's here?

She doesn't mind. She's told Mead.

Will you see Lord Gillingham?

I don't think so.

So you haven't changed your mind?

Right. Let's get this over with.

Have I finished us off
before we ever really got started?

You've pitted yourself against them
from the start.

How can you retreat from that position?

You mean I've made it them-or-me?

Haven't you?

You despise the family

but I think you forget,
my wife was one of them,

my child is one of them.

Where does that leave me?

Don't you despise them?

- Really?
-No, I don't.

I'd like things to change

but I don't think
in black and white terms any more.

While I do?

Look, I'm not going to pretend
I haven't enjoyed knowing you.

(CHUCKLES) In fact, I'm relieved to know
I'm not the only socialist left on this Earth.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

But maybe we should call it a day
before one of us gets hurt.

I don't know what else to add, Mr Vyner.

I remember we had to race to catch the train.

I'd had lunch with Lord Gillingham
and I needed to get home,

as the Church fete
was planned for the following day.

And it was during the fete
that Lord Gillingham arrived from London

with the news of Mr Green's death?

That's right. And I told Anna.

Hmm. Was it a great surprise?

I think I would have called it a shock.

She was very shocked.

Was she?

Was she, indeed?

Can I go now?

ROBERT: I think Lady Mary
has given what help she can.

Um, will you confirm
that Mrs Bates was in London

on the morning that Mr Green died
and that you don't know where?

I only have to ask her...

Ah, secondly, you have no reason to believe

that Bates was anywhere further south
than York?

No reason at all.

Hmm.

I think they'd enjoy getting to know
each other better.

I think it's a nice idea
but shouldn't I do it for once?

I always seem to be taking luncheon off you.

No, I'd rather.

You see, Mrs Potter
likes to have people to cook for

and Spratt needs something
to occupy his mind.

Oh?

We both have an inkling
that my maid, Collins, is on the way out.

- Oh, I do hope not.
-(CHUCKLING) No.

I don't mean she's dying.

I mean she's on the way out of my house.

She keeps talking about her mother
being infirm.

But I'm infirm.
Why doesn't she think about that?

You're as infirm as Windsor Castle.

And why does Spratt mind particularly?

Because he likes things to be just so.

But also, I think Collins was his creature

and does his bidding without qualm or query.

He can't be sure of that in the next one.

Well, never having had a lady's maid,
it's not a challenge I've had to tussle with.

- Mmm. But you'll come on Thursday?
-I will.

I think it would be nice for Dr Clarkson
to see beyond Lord Merton's position

and get to know the man.

Hmm. I agree.

Oh! I knew I had something to tell you.

Shrimpie thinks he may be on the trail
of Princess Kuragin.

Oh, I am pleased.

Yes, he's heard a rumour
of some Russian nurses working in...

Wan... Wan... Wan Chai?

- And that's in Hong Kong?
-Or nearby, I think.

Well, if it's true, it sounds much better
than it might have been.

Yes. The idea of Princess Irina
scrubbing the sick and emptying bedpans

is a cheering one.

Will you tell her husband?

No, I'll wait until Shrimpie is certain.

(SIGHS)
These things must be managed carefully.

Yes.

Sounds as if this must be managed
very carefully.

Why did Mr Carson try to hide
that you were in London on that day?

I don't think he tried to hide anything.
He'd just forgot.

Isn't it a big thing
when a member of the staff goes to London?

- Not for a lady's maid...
-Mrs Hughes, please.

She's right. It's not a big thing
for ladies' maids or valets.

I'm going tomorrow with Lady Maw.

And you liked Mr Green?

Yes, I did. Very much.

Hmm. He wasn't so fond of your husband.

Well, there's no accounting for taste.

(CHUCKLES)

Mmm. Don't go away, Mrs Bates.

You've said you'll be in London
and I've no objection. But don't go away.

CARSON: I'm very sorry, my lord,

I wonder if you know
when we can get in here and lay the table?

I'm afraid the police
have taken over the library

and I need you to spread these out.

What are they for?

I'm trying to formulate my plans
for the village

and I'm looking into some builders.

You won't use the ordinary
maintenance team?

- It would be beyond them.
-Have you made your choice?

I'll have to talk to Lady Mary
but I like the look of this outfit.

They're based in Thirsk, so they're local

and their work is excellent.

Of course, we should all be putting money
into building.

Fortunes will be made over the next few years.

(THUNDER RUMBLING)

- Why don't I hold the bags while you do that?
-Oh?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- That's frightfully nice of you. Are you sure?
-Quite sure.

(EXHALES)

Um, I can have them back now.

I shouldn't dream of it.

Where are you going?

Um, just to St Mary Magdalene's.

Hmm. You must have a very sweet tooth.

(CHUCKLES) No, they're not for me.

I... I give tea to some Russian refugees
every Tuesday and Thursday.

- They love cake.
-I love cake.

Oh, you can come and have some, if you like.

-(THUNDER RUMBLING)
-(GASPS)

(ATTICUS LAUGHING)

(BOTH LAUGHING)

- Are you interested in Russia?
-Not terribly.

- Although I am very sorry for them all.
-Of course.

- I should be more interested, really.
-Why?

- I have a bit of Russian blood.
-How extraordinary.

No, it's true.

In a way, my family is Russian.
Or at least they used to be.

Well, now I insist. Come and have some tea.

By way of a thank you.

I suppose we ought to introduce ourselves,
even if it feels funny.

Um, Rose MacClare.

Atticus Aldridge at your service.

That doesn't sound very Russian.

We weren't called Aldridge back then.

(BOTH CHUCKLING)

(ROSE SQUEALING)

Mrs Patmore, I think I may have a solution
to your problem.

That's good to hear.

Why not invest in the building trade?

With the expansion that's going on
everywhere right now,

you'll soon see a good return.

Mmm. Oh. Well, that's a thought.

Had you any special firm in mind?

Oh, what about W. P. Moss?

They're based in Thirsk,

they're expanding

and I hear their name everywhere.

Oh, I expect you keep your ear to the ground
about that sort of thing.

I like to keep abreast
of what's going on in the world.

So, can you buy shares in W.P. Moss?

I mean, have they gone public?

Well, erm...

You'll have to make enquiries.

Miss Bunting?

I must confess I am surprised to see you here.

Rest easy, Mr Carson.
I've come to say goodbye.

She's only leaving the school, isn't she?

She's leaving the school and the village

because Mr Branson won't stand up
to His Lordship!

You are nudging impertinence, Daisy.

I should think carefully
before you say one more word.

Are you going? Honestly?

I am, but the situation
is not quite as Daisy recounted it.

(SCOFFING) We already knew that.

I've had an offer, from a school in Preston,
in Lancashire.

A grammar school, no less,
so it's quite a step up.

I dithered a bit but I've decided to accept.

Because every time she comes to this house,
she gets insulted.

I am sure Miss Bunting
is given the reception that she deserves.

Mrs Patmore?

Don't let Daisy give up her studies.
She's got potential.

- What's going on here?
-MRS PATMORE: All sorts.

Mr Carson's giving me investment advice

and Miss Bunting's leaving Downton

because Mr Branson won't stick up for her.

Well, that seems to cover it.

I'll be in my room.

Well, goodbye

and good luck.

Goodbye.

Ah, Mrs Hughes, who is this Mr Vyner?

He's the London detective
looking into the death of Mr Green.

Oh.

Why do they keep questioning
Mr and Mrs Bates?

Who says they do?

This house has no secrets.

Then I suggest you ask Mr Vyner.

I may just do that.

Who knows?

I might have something to tell him.

Don't make trouble, Mr Barrow.

Are you saying I shouldn't do my duty,
Mrs Hughes?

No. I'm asking you not to make trouble.

Are you quite well?
You look as if you could do with a lie down.

Don't worry about me.

- Who was that on the telephone?
-Simon Bricker.

Oh, God! What did he want?

I shall answer
without commenting on your tone.

He wants to have the picture photographed
for his book.

And when is this?

CORA: He's coming tomorrow
and they'll take the pictures on Friday.

You know I won't be here.
I've got the dinner in Sheffield.

Since you don't like him,
I don't see it as much of a drawback.

And Mary's in London.

What difference does that make?

It's not that I dislike him exactly.

It's more that this business
has been dragging on and on.

Robert, it is a compliment,

by referencing our painting in his book,
he will increase its value, maybe by a lot.

- Is that so bad?
-You're not forbidden from inviting him.

Good, because I already have.

(DOOR CREAKING)

DAISY: Mr Branson, sir.

Hello, Daisy.

- What can I do for you?
-You can do something for yourself.

You're making the biggest mistake
of your life.

Is this Miss Bunting, by any chance?

She is an extraordinary person.
Clever and kind.

She's all of those things.

Then why turn your back on her?

- Daisy...
-I mean it.

She's leaving tomorrow
but I know she loves you.

I can tell whenever she speaks of you.

She's leaving tomorrow? For good?

Won't you stop her? You're not a Crawley.

You belong with us.

We're the future, they're the past.

- Well, I can hear her voice in that.
-CARSON: Daisy?

What are you doing here?

She was checking something
in the dining room.

I held her up.

CARSON: Get back downstairs immediately.

Mr Carson.

Have any of you heard of someone
called Atticus Aldridge?

He sounds like the hero of a novel
by Mrs Humphrey Ward.

I'm not sure. Any more clues?

I met him today. In York.

Marsha George told me
his father's been made Lord Sinderby.

ROBERT: Now, wait a minute. I remember this.

When the title was created,
the locals were furious

but now I can't remember why.

Perhaps it's because
Sinderby's a Yorkshire village

and they'd only just bought some house.

Canningford Grange.

Oh! Have the Wheelers sold up?

ROBERT: You knew that. I told you.

What does my Lord Sinderby do?

Oh, I think he's a banker.

I... I don't know, really, but the son's nice.

Oh! Nothing like that.

Barrow, are you quite well?

Carson, have you been overworking him?

Not that I'm aware, Your Ladyship.

- Mr Barrow, am I ill-treating you?
-You are the soul of kindness, Mr Carson.

Thank you, Mr Barrow.

I'm looking forward to your party.

It's very daring of the Lord Lieutenant
to give a cocktail party.

- Carson, what do you think?
-Hmm.

Well, I agree with, Carson.

It seems very fast to me.

- I love cocktail parties.
-CORA: Me, too.

You only have to stay 40 minutes,

instead of sitting through seven courses,

between a deaf landowner
and an even deafer major general.

(ALL CHUCKLING)

Even so, they'll say
you're not doing things "properly" any more.

- Do you care what people think?
-Yes.

I accept change
but I want to navigate it gently,

I don't want to leap into it
and put everyone's backs up.

But why do the rituals,
the clothes and the customs, matter so much?

Because without them, we would be like
the Wild Men of Borneo.

ISOBEL: I disagree.

Manners and tradition are all very well

but once they start to control us,
they've outlived their usefulness.

Well, I think there are
far more important things to worry about

than whether or not Carson minds
serving cocktails!

Why is Carson in the line of fire?

What's he done wrong?

I'm sorry.

Will you excuse me, Mama?
I've rather a headache.

What was that about?

Rosamund, you spent the afternoon together.

Did Edith mention
anything was bothering her?

Oh, she's just very tired.
She'll be fit as a flea tomorrow.

That's nice of you.

I'll just let Mr Carson know.

Could you leave it for a moment?

He's given me his view about my money.

He says I should put it into a building firm,
W.P. Moss,

or if not them,
then into some other building opportunity.

And you don't want to?

It's not that exactly.

But I don't know about building

and I don't like to put me money
into something I don't understand.

Then why did you ask him?

Because he's a man, I suppose.

I'm not sure that's a good enough reason.

Nor am I now.

But I don't want to hurt his feelings.

I wish men worried about our feelings
a quarter as much as we worry about theirs.

You seem very thoughtful.

I'm on the brink of a decision.

I just hope it's the right one.

Well, I won't ask what it's about

but remember, Tom,
make the right choice for you and not for us.

You know, you're much nicer
than a lot of people realise.

Not always.

- Goodnight.
-Goodnight.

ROSAMUND: I don't know
what you mean, Mama.

Honestly, you question my motives
every time I come here.

It's as if I weren't welcome.

Just tell me, what were you and Edith
discussing in such a huddle?

Well, it is very hard...

Rosamund, you are addressing your mother,
not the committee of the Women's Institute.

I'm afraid you've read somewhere
that rudeness in old age is amusing,

which is quite wrong, you know.

It's about the child, isn't it?

That is the secret you share.

We both know you are not leaving my house
until I learn the truth.

So, shall I have a bed made up for you here

or are you going to tell me now?

Mr Drewe.

I have to see her.

It was a mistake to bring your aunt here.

Margie feels that you want the child
to be your plaything.

How can she say that?

The fact is I was wrong.

She won't have you here, not any more.

You must leave us alone.

If you don't stop coming,

she'll only give up the farm and move away.

But what about Marigold?

What do you mean? We'd take her.

But you can't. I won't allow it.

What would you suggest?

We bring her up to the Abbey
and leave her in the library?

I'm very sorry, m'lady.

It's not what I planned.

But I see no way around it.

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

People always think how healthy we must be
living out in the country,

but the water is not as good as it might be.

- You mean the iodine deficiency?
-I do.

I suppose you must get a lot of goitres?

Uh, quite a lot, yes.

It's sad so few people know
that the treatment is just iodine.

Too many suffer when the solution is simple.

You've studied this?

I've just read a lot.

I wish I had studied it.

(DOOR OPENING)

Luncheon is served, m'lady.

VIOLET: Do cheer up, Spratt.

Spratt is downcast because it is as I feared.

Collins has handed in her notice.

You don't like change, Spratt?

- I detest it, madam.
-Yes, well, we all hate change, Spratt.

But these days we have to learn to live with it.

I don't hate change. I find it exciting.

Remember, those customs and ceremonies
that people think are the soul of England

were almost all invented by the Victorians.

ISOBEL: Quite right.

The truth is they're well suited,
whether we like it or not.

And I don't believe he's faking his interest
in medicine.

I'm afraid I agree with you.

You must be off soon.

I'm just going up to put him in his uniform
and then we'll go.

You never told me
what the Inspector wanted yesterday.

Mainly because I'm not sure.

He asked me if I liked Mr Green
and why he didn't like you.

And what did you say?

I said I don't know, because I don't.

I promise you this.

Nothing bad is ever going
to happen to you again.

I hope that's true.

We'll sit by the fire
with all our children around us

and I'll make certain that you are safe.

I wonder.

We both want it so much

-but do you believe it'll really happen?
-I do.

With all my heart.

Actually, I'm not sure about having children
all around us.

How many are you planning on, Mr Bates?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

You nearly missed me.

You never told me you were going.

- Who did?
-Daisy.

My champion.

- The school must be sorry.
-Maybe.

I think I was rather a nuisance
but I hope they'll miss me a bit.

BRANSON: Hmm.

I hope you'll miss me a bit.

I'll miss you a lot.

I have loved you, you know...

I could have loved you more if you'd let me.

I'm glad we met.

You remind me of who I am and I'm grateful.

And I won't lose touch with that again.

But I wish we'd met
before you ever knew them.

We need to get started
if you're to catch the 4:00, miss.

Let me.

Goodbye.

- Did you have a nice journey?
-Excellent journey.

Thank you very much.

Hello, Lord Grantham, you look very splendid.

I'm afraid we are ships
that pass in the night, Mr Bricker.

I have to go to Sheffield

but I'll see you tomorrow if you're still here
when I get back.

Goodbye, Cora.

So here we are again.

I'm beginning to find Downton
quite home-like.

Good. You're very welcome.

As long as you behave.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

Well, what are you doing here?

In search of more cake?

I wanted to see you again

before I went up to London
to start my new job at the bank.

Do you think I should buy a bowler hat?

(BOTH LAUGHING)

Let me introduce you.

Prince Kuragin, Count Rostov,
this is Mr Aldridge.

I am Mr Kuragin here.

Have you heard from Aunt Violet yet?

Even if your father finds her,

what happens next?

To any of us?

We are strangers in a strange land.

Talk to Mr Aldridge.

His family were Russian

but they've started a new life in England
and so can you.

ROSTOV: Where did they come from?

Odessa.

His great-grandfather
came with some of them in 1859.

See? I do remember what I'm told.

And then the rest of the family followed in...

In 1871.

How brilliant! That's right.

- He is not a Russian.
-KURAGIN: Nicolai!

(SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

No, he's not Russian now but...

They were not Russian then.

I am sorry about that.

Nicolai... (SPEAKING RUSSIAN)

I don't understand.

Um, I... I think he said we're not Russian
because we're...

We're Jewish.

Well, how did he know?

There were two big pogroms to drive
out the Jews from Odessa.

- One in 1859...
-And 1871?

But it's still odd. I mean,

you're English now but you're still Jewish.
What's the difference?

(CHUCKLES)

Would you let me give you dinner
when you're in London?

I might.

We'll have to see.

What a treat.
I haven't been to Simpson's for ages.

I thought we'd go straight to the table.

I've asked a friend to join us
and I want you to behave.

Why wouldn't I?

Goodness. I wasn't expecting you.

Ditto.

I, happily, was expecting you both.

What is your scheme?

That we now hold hands
and take a house by the sea together?

Not quite.

But I have an idea that may be,

as The Times advertisements say,
to your mutual advantage.

You've got to stop this.
You're poisoning yourself.

- Just lay off.
-Look at you.

Sweating like a beast.

Just because Her Ladyship let you stay,
you think you can boss us all around.

Forgot the cream.

Oh, Miss Baxter,

you may not think I have the right to ask but...

Now that Her Ladyship knows the truth,
might you tell me?

Do you really want me to?

CARSON: Mr Molesley! Now!

Uh, yes, Mr Carson, right away.

I don't think I can be hearing this correctly.

- No?
-No.

You seem to suggest I should take
the discarded leavings of Lady Mary Crawley,

dust off the fluff
and put them on my own plate!

- That's not what Charles meant.
- Isn't it?

Good. What a relief.

Now we won't have to quarrel.

Mabel, you're in love with Tony Gillingham.
You know you are.

All I know is that Tony broke off
our engagement,

which I had not deserved,

because Mary Crawley
crooked her little finger at him.

It was his choice, not mine.

So you say. But now you're bored
and you want someone else to play with.

Soto dry his tears and keep him occupied,
you toss him back to me.

This isn't my idea.

Well, it certainly isn't mine.

You know you're cutting off your nose
to spite your face.

I'm going.

Well, what shall we do with your food?

Eat it, and I hope it chokes you.

That was a big success.

What's your next suggestion?

No, I don't think we need another plan.

This was just a scene we had to play.

Can you put the fricassee there
and we'll share it?

Now, I'd like my beef pink but not raw.

You didn't linger very long over your port.

Because we'd both rather be with the ladies.

Edith, dear. There's something
I'd like to show you in the library.

What's that, Granny?

Oh, it's just a particular book
you might find interesting.

How is your fiery friend, Miss Bunting?

I notice we don't see her here as much
as we used to.

Do you wonder at it?

Well, it's good to be disagreed with.
Keeps you on your toes.

Then Lord Grantham
must have been on points

from the moment
she walked through the door.

I hope you haven't broken with her.

She's gone. She left today.

- Oh, I am sorry.
-Hmm.

What about you, Rose?

What happened to the young man
you met in York?

He's gone, too.
He's starting a new job in London.

Oh, dear. What a sad conversation.

He was interesting.

He wasn't just the same old chap
one's supposed to dance with.

- His family was unusual.
-In what way?

They came here from Odessa.
Sixty years ago.

They were driven out by the pogroms
but they've done well.

Well, yes, that is interesting.

I didn't tell you because I knew
you'd think it was a mistake.

I suppose it never occurred to you
that I might be right?

What do you expect me to do?
Pack her up and send her back?

It's too late.

We can't get the child back to Switzerland
and there's no point in keeping her here.

- What do you mean?
-That woman, Mrs...

Drewe. Mrs Drewe.

Well, she's at the point of explosion.
We must get the child away.

But where would we go?

Not "we", my dear.

There are schools that will take children
from any age.

We'll find one in France
where she'll be properly looked after.

I dare say you can even visit,
as long as you never reveal who you are.

It'll be quite manageable.

And you agree with this, Granny?

Well, I know it sounds very harsh.

But what else are we to do?

We're going up.

Mama, the car's ready whenever you want it.

Oh? Thank you, Cora.

Goodnight.

You'll settle the details later.

But I promise you, this is for the best.

Well, in my eyes, that makes you innocent.

It makes you a victim of the crime,

quite as much as Mrs Benton.

Why didn't you tell me this before?

Because I knew you'd say
it proved my innocence

when it does no such thing.

I'd rather not hide from the truth, thank you.

Don't hide, then.

But don't punish yourself forever, either.

No. But I have learned.

And I won't ever be controlled again.

I must go.

Mr Barrow said you wanted me?

Come in and sit down.

Mrs Patmore's got something to say.

What's that?

Oh, just how grateful I am
for your excellent advice.

Oh you've taken it, then?

I have. In a way.

You've invested in building?

Well, she's investing in a building, yes.

I've found a cottage in Haughton-le-Skerne

and I'm going to see it on Tuesday.

It's £300 so it's a big decision

but you've given me the courage.

That's not what I meant at all.

I thought you wanted to be in the market,
to increase your capital.

Well, I'll rent it now and then later,
I thought I might take in some lodgers.

It's got three bedrooms.

Oh, this is very small beer.

Mr Carson, it's my kind of beer
and I know how to drink it.

But you gave her the idea, didn't you?
She's very grateful.

Oh, I am. It's good to hear advice
from a man of the world.

Well, I like to do what I can.

We feel thoroughly protected.

(DOOR CLOSING)

(DOOR OPENING)

Have you forgotten something?

It's not your maid.

I waited till she'd gone.

You must leave.

Mr Bricker, you must leave.

- I hope I didn't wake you.
-No, not at all, m'lord.

Miss Baxter's only just come down,
so Her Ladyship will still be awake.

Mr Bricker, I've asked you twice.
Now, will you please go?

You said yourself,
who knows when I'll be back?

- Mr Bricker...
-Don't pretend, Cora.

You know something's happened between us.

You know things have changed now.

I feel it and I know you do.

When did someone last cherish you?

When did someone even listen to you?

I've seen you with your family,
ignored and passed over...

None of this has any...

I'm glad you're still awake...

The dinner was over early.

It seemed easier to come back.

I'm sorry if it's a disappointment.

It isn't.

Mr Bricker was just leaving.

I am not here at Lady Grantham's invitation.

Then will you please leave at mine?

Robert, let him go.

You can't be surprised.

When you chose to ignore a woman like Cora,
you must have known

not every man would be as blind as you.

-(GRUNTS)
-CORA: Stop it!

Stop it! Stop it!

Stop it!

(BOTH GRUNTING)

Stop!

- EDITH: Mama?
-(KNOCKING ON DOOR)

Mama?

Papa?

Is everything all right in there?

I'm so sorry, darling.

(CHUCKLES) Your father and I
are just playing a stupid game

and we knocked over a lamp.

Oh. If you're sure?

CORA: I'm sure, poppet.
Goodnight. Sleep tight.

(GRUNTS)

I think that is my exit, too.

Wait.

(PANTING)

(DOOR CLOSING)

Golly. What a night.

I'll sleep in my dressing room.

(DOOR OPENING)

Eat a proper breakfast and lunch,

there won't be time for more than
a cup of tea later.

I'll try to make it up.

And when you've finished your duties,
I'd appreciate any help you can give.

We'll clear the hall now.

But why aren't we giving
a proper dinner here?

I quite agree, Mrs Patmore.

Mrs Hughes would say
we must move with the times.

Yes, I would.

Do you have a bandage I could have?

- Have you hurt yourself?
-I haven't, no.

Mrs Bates, have you heard any more
from that policeman?

- No.
-(BELL RINGING)

Here we go. That's Lady Mary.

Do you think you will?

No. I hope not, anyway.

Why do you pester her with this?

Because I feel like it.

Mr Barrow, upstairs, please.

You too, Mr Molesley.

Er, the car is waiting, sir.

- Your case is inside it.
-Thank you, Carson.

The Lady Beaumont,
the Lord Howard of Glossop.

(INDISTINCT CONVERSATIONS)

I'd forgotten his father had died.

Thank you.

Oh, thank you.

My girl, we can't leave things as they are.

It's a tinderbox. It could go up at any moment.

But Granny, if I was to take her to London...

Oh, don't be ridiculous, my darling, think.

All I am saying is there must be another way.

How can there be?

CARSON: Mrs Reginald Crawley
and the Lord Merton.

Hello, Isobel.

It's cousin Isobel.

And her follower.

CARSON: The Earl and Countess of Woolton.

- Fine. May I sit down?
-Are you tired?

No, but I rather foolishly twisted my ankle
getting out of the car.

Oh, dear.

Be careful, Lord Merton will have you
on the operating table

before you can say "knife". (CHUCKLING)

What about Lady lngleby's pearls?

I was so jealous,
I wanted to snatch them off her throat.

CARSON: Sir Henry and Lady Lawson.

Well, that's that.

And you're back in your books, I see.

I'm not giving up, you know.
And don't think I will.

And I wouldn't want you to.

Right, I'm going up. Don't forget the light.

Oh, gracious. Good evening, m'lady.

I didn't expect to see you down here.
Mr Carson said you'd all gone to bed.

I wanted to make a telephone call without...

I wanted to make a private call.

And you thought you'd use
Mr Carson's phone?

I don't think he'd mind, do you?

I'm sure he wouldn't.

Well, I'll leave you to it.

- Good night, m'lady.
-Good night.

I'd like to make a trunk call to London.
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