Downton Abbey (2010–2015): Season 6, Episode 3 - Episode #6.3 - full transcript

An old acquaintance comes to Edith's aid, while Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes' big day brings an unexpected arrival.

Are you wondering how healthy the food you are eating is? Check it -
Daisy, put that into the oven.

Have you chosen
what you want yet?

Whatever you think best.

No, that doesn't sound like a bride
on the brink of wedded bliss!

Uh, it's a long time since I've
been on the brink of anything.

Except possibly the grave.

I wanted a big
wedding breakfast.

With all of us sat at groaning
tables having a jolly time.

- But why can't you have that?
- Because it's not how posh people do it.

They stand about with nibbly bits
getting stuck in their teeth

and that's what we've to do.

Well, I don't see why.

We could put trestle
tables up in the hall.

No, Mr Carson wants it
like the family would do it.

I don't mind...
Not really.

- So what are you going to wear?
- My brown day dress.

Anna's going to
tidy it up a bit.

It's simple, but I'm
sure it will be fine.

Because I've got a new
catalogue. It's so easy.

You send a postal order
and they send you the dress!

I know what a catalogue
is, thank you.

I'm too old to think a new dress
will solve anything much.

Well, you're not wasting money,
that's for sure.

Mama! What are you doing here?

I wasn't expecting you.

I want to be quite certain
you're thinking sensibly

about the possible changes
at the hospital.

By thinking "sensibly,"
you mean thinking like you.

Of course.

Cora believes you're wrong.

Well, Cora is confused.

And when she sees sense,
she'll agree with you?

You have been talking to Isobel.

Since they made her the almoner,
she's never been the same.

- I have been talking to Cora.
- Now, that is a mistake.

You can't expect me to avoid
talking to my own wife!

Why not? I know several couples
who are perfectly happy,

haven't spoken in years.

Hello, Granny!
They didn't say you were here.

I'm here to make sure of your
father in the coming fight.

Well, I'm off to London
to calm my editor.

Say goodbye to Mama.

Will you stay with Rosamund?

I don't know how long I'll be
there. So I'll stay at the flat.

Is it proper for a young woman
to be alone in a flat?

Granny, Adrienne Bolland flew alone over
the Andes mountains four years ago.

And anyway, I'm not
a young woman.

I'm staring middle age in the face.

- Granny!
- Have you seen your mama?

She's just finishing off the
menus with Mrs Patmore.

Oh, well, then I will be off.

- Why not stay and say hello?
- Oh...

I have a feeling Cora and I will be
saying hello rather less than...

"En garde!" in the
next few weeks.


What if we keep the Dover sole and
change the cod to a crown roast?

- And I'll do peaches in brandy.
- That sounds more like it.

Thank you, Mrs Patmore.

- Is everything else all right?
- Yes, Your Ladyship.

Oh, that is... I'm a bit
concerned about the wedding.

Oh, why is that? Don't hesitate to
charge it all to the house account.

Oh, very kind, I'm sure.
But it's not that.

- Mrs Hughes isn't happy.
- I'm sorry to hear it.

- Is she regretting her decision?
- It's not her decision she regrets

so much as his decision.

What is that?

A stamp to mark
the British Empire Exhibition.

Just been released.

First commemorative stamp ever.

Whats that great lion doing?

It's the lion of Britain
with the head of the king.

I think it's silly.

Because you understand nothing.

I'll go.

Who was that?

- Who was... What?
- Whoever was outside.

- Was nobody.
- Very talkative for a nobody.

Oh, I meant...

He'd come to the wrong house.

Haven't we all?

- Did Lady Edith get off okay?
- As far as I know.

I can't think why
she doesn't just

sack the wretched man
and find someone else?

Unless she enjoys racing up to London in
a swirling cloud of crisis and drama.

I've had rather a sad letter
from Mr Branson.


"I dreamt last night
I was in the park at Downton,

"walking with Sybbie
under the great trees,"

"listening to the pigeons
cooing in their branches."

"And when I woke,
my eyes were filled with tears."

- That's very moving.
- I agree.

I owe him a letter.

I'll write after
Carson's wedding.

Talking of which,
I feel sorry for Mrs Hughes.

I said I'd brighten
up her frock far her.

But when she gave it me,
it was an ordinary old day dress

and there wasn't
much I could do.

Can't I lend her a
brooch or something?

I told Mrs Patmore and she said not
to worry. So maybe she's got a plan.

Well, let's hope so.

Have you given any more thought
to Mr Ryder's advice?

I have.

You're not...

- Too early to tell.
- Lord knows the problem isn't Bates!

Honestly, m'lady!

If I repeated some of the things
you say downstairs...

Should you be working? I can
manage. And there's always Baxter.

No, Mr Bates would smell a rat and
I don't want him to know anything

until it's worked and
I'm almost showing.

He'd put so much on to it.

At the end of the third month,
I'll invent an appointment

and we'll whizz up to London.!

- Oh, how exciting!
- I don't want to be excited.

Not until I know it's
going to happen.

- Looking for a place, Mr Barrow?
- I might be. Would you be sorry?

They've not said
anything though.

Mr Carson is hoping I'll resign.

To avoid any possible
unpleasantness, that's all.

What do you think of this?

manservant required"

"for a position of trust
in a prominent household."

Sounds interesting. Where is it?

I'm only looking in the Yorkshire
papers. I want to stay up here.

Careful, Mr Barrow.

Someone might accuse you
of having feelings for the area.

Would that be so
hard to believe?

Harder for you to accept than for us
to believe, I should have thought.

Am I here tonight without cousin Violet
to cement my alliance with Cora?

No, not at all!

Carson, could you ask Mrs Hughes
to join us in the drawing room?

Mrs Hughes, m'lady?

I want to ask her something and
I'd like Lady Mary to be there.

- What are you getting at?
- Carson?

Of course, Your Ladyship.

Shall we go through?
Are you staying tonight, Robert?

No, I don't want
to miss anything.

Does cousin Violet know
I'm here this evening?

Not unless you've told her.

I don't want her to think
I'm plotting against her.

- Aren't you?
- Yes.

But I don't want her to know.

Her Ladyship's going
to help Mr Mason.

When I was in the drawing room,
she almost said it out loud!

Oh, let's hope so.

Now, will you let me take you
through the exam papers?

- Are you losing confidence in me?
- No, it's not that.

I'm sure you know
the answers, but...

Sometimes it can be hard
to make out the question.

Mr Molesley, shall we ask them to
come down here and help themselves?

- Sorry, Mr Carson.
- Ls Mrs Hughes in her room?

As far as I know.

- Do you agree.
- I do, yes.

How may I help, m'lady?

I'm sorry to put
you on the spot.

But I believe you've been rather
railroaded over your reception.

I understand you don't want
to be married from this house.

- What?
- Why ever not'?

M'Lady, we're both honoured
to be allowed the privilege...

No. I want to hear
from Mrs Hughes.

Your Ladyship, I have no wish
to sound ungrateful.

This is a fine house.

And Mr Carson's right.

It'd be an honour to
hold our party here.

But it's not what you want.

Well, to start with,

I'd like a kind of reception that's
different from the ones you're used to.

With a solid meal served
at proper tables.

But does anyone have a sit-down
wedding breakfast any more?

A great many people, m'lady.

And then I'd like lo feel
we could ask all sorts.

Everyone who's been
part of our lives here.

And I'd planned for music later
on. And maybe a bit of a hoolie.

None of which would be suitable
in the Great Hall.

- It would not.
- There you are, we're only agreeing.

Mrs Hughes, doesn't Carson
deserve a wedding in this house?

Where he has served this family for
so long and with such loyalty?

And will continue to do so while
there is breath in his body.

- Well, then.
- But this is our day, m'lady.

It's about Charles Carson
and Elsie Hughes.

And not about this glorious house or the
glorious people who've lived in it.

Justus, and that's the way
I'd like to celebrate it.

I couldn't understand
more, Mrs Hughes.

I hope we'll be invited.

Of course, you will all be invited.
And we'd be honoured if you come.

But it would be our day,
celebrated in our way.

Do you know where you will stage
this festivity?

I had thought about the
schoolhouse, My Lord.

But Mr Carson doesn't
care for it.

I don't mind the schoolhouse.

Good, then it would
seem to be settled.

- Thank you, Mrs Hughes.
- Thank you, m'lady.

Why did we have to
listen to that?

Because I want you to stop bullying
them. And let them do it their way.

You think I'm a bully?
I think you're a snob.

How do you make that out?

She didn't want the bother of a
servant's wedding in the hall.

That's not fair. We...

Going out, Mr Spratt?

Do I have your permission?

You can go round the
world as far as I'm concerned.

That's very considerate of you. But
a breath of air is all I need.

Oh, Denker, I wonder if I might have
something warm to drink before I go up.

Yes, certainly, m'lady.

How about a nice cup
of hot chocolate?

Oh, just the thing. Thank you.


M'lady, Mr Spratt seems
very preoccupied at the moment.

I wondered if you knew
what it was about.

Does this spring from a tender
concern for his welfare?

Well, we all have to rub
along together, don't we?

It would. It would
be nice if we could.

I worry... Perhaps one of
his friends is in trouble.

I know nothing of
Spratt's friends.

I know he has a great
many relations

who seem to get married and
buried with numbing regularity.

Usually on very
inconvenient days.

- Well, perhaps it's one of them?
- Well, why don't you ask him?

While you're making
my chocolate.

Yes, m'lady. Of course.

Oh, My Lord. A quick word.

It may be that we have a painless
solution to the problem of Barrow.

- Oh, yes'?
- He's applying for a job in the vicinity.

Do you know of a house called
Dryden Park, near York?

The name rings a bell. I think
my parents used to go there.

But I haven't heard
anything about it for years.

- Is that where he's off to?
- Hopefully.

We shall see.

- Are you quite well'?
- Oh, yes.

Just a bit of indigestion.


I hope you weren't upset by that
business in the drawing room.

Oh, not at all, m'lady.

And as a matter of
fact, I don't believe

that Her Ladyship was acting
for snobbish reasons.

Perhaps not.

But it annoys me to see you
cheated of your just desserts.

- I wanted the best for you.
- And I shall have it, m'lady.

If you attend the wedding,
that's enough for me.

Good night.

- Yes'?
- Hello.

I telephoned earlier in response
to the advertisement.

- Name's Barrow.
- Come in.

- Come in.
- Thank you.

Lady Edith Crawley?

- It is you, isn't it?
- Hello...

Bertie Hamper.

We met at Brancaster when it
was let to Lord Sinderby.

Of course! I'm sorry
to be so dense.

I remember you very well.

You're the agent.
Or you were then.

I am now. Business has brought
me to London for a few days.

Me, too.

In fact, it's the longest time I've spent
in London since my cousin came out.

She was with us at Brancaster...

- Rose Aldridge.
- I remember.

I thought you were a very jolly party.

I told Lord Hexham he should try and
let to the Sinderbys again this year!

Are you having a
good time in London?

Well, I've been working
since I arrived.

- And missing Marigold, of course.
- Marigold'?

Uh, my... That is, my ward.

- Our ward.
- Of course.

You told me about her.

- Well, I'd better get on.
- I expect you're busy.

I'm not usually, but I've got rather a
drama on my hands with my magazine.

You've probably forgotten,
but I own a magazine.

Indeed I have not. I thought
it was incredibly modern.

Well, it's incredibly
complicated at the moment.

Which is why I have to
get back to the office.

I don't suppose you'd
like a drink with me later on.

- Well...
- Only I'm going home tomorrow.

And I'm not sure
when I'll be back.

All right. Why not?

But it will have to
be near the office.

We're in Covent Garden.

What about Rules? Will they
let us have a drink there?

Oh, I should think so.
Shall we say 7:00?

Now, I'm going to hurry away
before you change your mind!

Perhaps you could tell me a
little more about the job, Mr...

Reresby. Sir Michael Reresby.

As you can see,
we've rather let things slide.

It's been very difficult
since my wife died.

I can imagine, Sir Michael.

She was a Lady in waiting,
do you know'?

To the old Duchess of Connaught.

Do you have
any other family?

Two sons.

But they... They never
came back from the war.

Very sorry to hear that.

- Did you serve?
- I was in Flanders, yes.

I served. I got this there.

That's what I need.

Someone who knows about fighting
for his king and his country.

I expect this was a wonderful
house for entertaining.

Oh, you should have seen it!

We had such fun in those days.

Do you know
what I shall always remember?

The women going up to bed
at the end of the evening.

Their faces lit by the flame
from their candle.

Yes, diamonds twinkling

as they climbed up
into the darkness.

Shall we go through here? Hmm?

Uh... As you can see,
it's all rather silted up.

- Can you clear a space?
- Of course.

So can you let me know more
about the job?

How many staff do you have?

Oh, well...
There's Mrs Tonkins.

She comes in three days a week.

And she has to
manage everything?

No, we do have a man outside
every now and then.

Oh, but that's why we need you.

But in your advertisement,

you spoke of a position of trust, Sir
Michael, in a prominent household.

This is a very
prominent household.

Can you doubt it?

We have entertained
not just the Connaughts,

but the Fife princesses!

Both of them.

The Duke of Argyll.
The Queen of Spain.

Yes... But that was
some time ago.

Are you a republican?

No. I don't believe so,

but then I've never really
thought about it much.

Well, think about it now!

I can't risk a republican in this
household when anyone might call!

Well, maybe you're right.

Maybe I'm not quite up to it.


Thank heavens we picked
that up before it caused any trouble!

I should be going.

I hope you find
the man you're looking for.

We can't let them
down, do you see?

When the good times return
and they all come back.

We must be ready.

Can't let our standards slip.


And good luck with
those standards.

Uh, this is what you had in mind
for the cover?

No, don't touch that!

It does seem very similar
to last month's, Mr Skinner.

Don't be so absurd.
No, no... Please!

And where is the copy for this?

Mr Skinner, this
really isn't finished.

I have dealt with amateurism.

I've even dealt
with incompetence.

But this ridiculous, muddle-headed
meddling just about...

Mr Skinner! That's quite enough.

If that's how you feel, I suggest
we part company once and for all.

Well, I've done it. He's gone.

Good riddance. And well done.

But what happens now?

Well, we have to get
it out by tomorrow.

So we have to get the proofs
to the printers by 4:00 a.m.

- Well, you can't mean to do it yourself.
- Why not'?

I refuse to be defeated by a
petulant and overweight tyrant.

I'll lay out the
articles as usual.

Well, it's 7:00.

Which means we have nine hours.

We'd better get some
coffee on and...

Oh, crikey! I won't be long.

Keep getting the copy together.

- May I help you, madam?
- I won't be long.

I'm so, so sorry.
But believe me,

if you knew what I'm living
through, you'd forgive me.

- I forgive you anyway.
- The thing is, I can't have a drink.

I'd love to, but I can't.

My editor has walked out.

And I have to get the magazine to the
printers by 4:00 in the morning.

So it's sandwiches and coffee
and work until dawn.

- All right.
- Oh, you're a darling. Thank you.

And do telephone me if and when
you're up in London again.

No, I meant,
"All right, I'll come with you."

- Uh... Come with me where?
- Back to the office.

I can make coffee.
I can fetch sandwiches.

I can... Carry bits
of paper around.

- Shouldn't we get going?
- Aren't you having dinner somewhere'?

I thought that's why
you hadn't suggested it.

No, I didn't think
you'd accept dinner.

So I planned to ask you
halfway through the drink.

Right, well, we should get back.

So it's just the
causes of the war.

Both wars.

The Spanish succession
and the Austrian succession.

You're comparing them.

And don't forget. Keep it
simple and straightforward.

What is it?

I don't know if I
should tell you.

Tell me if it's important.
Don't if it's not.

It might be.

When I was serving
tea in the library,

I heard them say that the Drewes
are giving up Yew Tree Farm.

That's what she was thinking!

Her Ladyship knew they were
going to hand in the lease.

And she couldn't decide whether
to say anything!

- Don't jump the gun.
- No, I knew she'd had an idea. I said it!

You've made me so happy! This
is just the tonic Mr Mason needs.

- Yeah, but it's not definite yet.
- No, I'll say that. I'll tell him that.

But he'll be made up.

Who's that?

- Somebody at the backdoor.
- Never mind.

Mrs Porter can answer it.
It's probably a delivery.

- At this time?
- Mmm.

Mr Willis, what brings you here?

Well, I'm sorry to call so late.

But I've had an enquiry
which concerns you.

Mmm, I'm all ears!

Mr Spratt, do you know
a Mr Wally Stern?

Yes, he's my sister's son.

He's been serving
time in York prison.

Is it absolutely necessary for
Miss Denker to be present?

- Killjoy.
- Well, she'll be questioned next.

So what's the point
in asking her to leave?

Thank you, Sergeant.

I'm aware of the present situation
of my unfortunate nephew.

Not the present
situation, I'm afraid.

Mr Stern recently
absconded from prison.

He's currently on the run.

Someone answering his description has
been seen in this neighbourhood.

And naturally, we wondered
if he'd tried to make contact.

Not with me, Sergeant, no.

Miss Denker, can
you add anything?


Nothing that leads you to suppose a
man was hanging around the house?

I'm afraid not, Sergeant.

Perhaps the identification
was a mistake.

Is he very distinctive
to look at?

Um... Not very. Quite
ordinary, in fact.

All right.

Well, that would
seem to be that.

I'll... I'll say goodbye.

Of course, if he tries
to get in touch...

- Oh, we'll be on to you in a moment.
- Oh...

I'm sorry. I don't know why
he wanted to drag you into it.

What an interesting family
you have, Mr Spratt.

Mine are quite dull
by comparison.

Um, I haven't seen
him for years.

It's your sister I
feel sorry for.

- Well, she has done nothing to deserve it.
- Of course not.

I do have one question though.

What's that?

After you put him up in the potting
shed, did he get away safely?

- What's the idea?
- Lady Eltham's costume ball.

I can't decide which guests
are the most important.

Never mind that. Best clothes
and prettiest faces.

Nobody cares about
anything else.

You have the address.
They're waiting for you.

He's got everything he needs.

- Put it into Mr Brent's hands.
- Yes, ma'am.

- I'll get you some more coffee.
- Would you?

- Well, you did it.
- We did it.

I really am so grateful.

Are you an editor now?

Does this count in your profession
as a sort of baptism of blood?

I don't know what
will happen next.

But it's nice to know I
can do it if I have to.

You certainly can.

I won't though. Not yet.

I'll put someone in
charge as a caretaker.

Then I'll think.

In the end, the big question must be
are you a country woman or a townie?

Oh, but it's more than that.

I know now I need a purpose.

That's what I've learned.

I can't just lead one of those
purposeless lives.

You inspire me.

Not many people would say that.

They would if they knew you.

Thank you, Audrey.

So you go home today.

Yes. I'll catch the 12:00
and try and sleep on the train.

What about you?

I'll settle in the new editor
and go back after that.

And our butler is getting
married on Saturday.

Which is quite a big thing.

- Has he been with you a long time?
- Forever.

He joined us as a junior footman
in my grandfather's day.

I love those stories.

I wonder how much longer
people will tell them.

I know.

But let's not be sad, not today.

After all, we've just edited a magazine.

Uh, this just came for you.

- Oh, thank you very much.
- What is it?

Never you mind.

Oh, what a relief!

I thought it wasn't
going to get here.

May we know what it is?

It's a frock I ordered
as a surprise for Mrs Hughes.

But with the wedding tomorrow,
I thought he had missed it.

- Can we have a look?
- I don't see why not.

Just check Mr Carson's gone.

It's a relief to me as well. The
one she wanted to wear was awful.

Well, it's very, um...

- It's an improvement, we can say that.
- Is it?

What was the last one like?

I don't understand.
It was so nice in the picture.

It wasn't dear but...
It seemed like a bargain.

Why, it's the thought
that counts.

Not with a frock, ifs not!

Lady Mary says she'll lend her
a brooch or something.

A brooch?

She'll need a diamond parure
to make this look any good.

She's coming!

Daisy, I'm afraid Gertie's ill,
so can I ask you to do the fires?

I'm sorry to get
you up so early.

That's all right, m'lady.

But are you sure
you don't want any breakfast?

No. I've had a cup of tea.
That's enough.

I'm having luncheon in York
after I see the hospital.

Daisy, you don't do the bedroom
fires these days, do you?

Not as a rule, m'lady, no.

But Gertie's unwell.

And we don't have
a proper scullery maid any more.

I'm afraid I'm not usually
up early enough to know that.

I just wanted to say
how very grateful I am, m'lady.

- Grateful? For what?
- When you said you had a plan.

It was because the Drewes might be
leaving Yew Tree Farm, wasn't it?

- Well...
- I know you can't say anything.

But I'm so thankful
to you for trying.

Is something the matter, m'lady?

- I hope she wasn't bothering you.
- No, but...

Well, never mind.

We'll see what happens.

Do you remember I
thought Mrs Patmore

might have an idea about
Mrs Hughes's dress?

Well, she did, and it
arrived this morning.

- No good?
- No good at all.

Horrible, in fact.

And it's too late now
to order anything else.

Can't we lend her a
dress or something?

Well, she wouldn't fit into a dress of
yours. And Her Ladyship is too tall.

But what about
an embroidered evening coat?

The length wouldn't
matter so much.

I'll ask Mama when I get up.
She'll have something

Miss Baxter said she was leaving
early to go into York.

That's right. She's out all day.

She goes straight from York
to a meeting with Dr Clarkson.

We'll have to manage without her.
She won't mind. She'll be pleased.

I, um...

Just want to make sure
everything is under control.

I think so.

Mr Brook's bringing the flowers
and foliage in the morning.

And Mrs Patmore's
on top of things.

- Are you nervous?
- A little.

And I'm sad about my dress.

I wish I'd
made more of an effort.

But it's too late now.

I'm sure you'll look wonderful.

- Well, I'll look tidy.
- What about tonight?

Oh... We mustn't see
each other tonight.

I'm having dinner in here.

And they'll warn you when I'm going up
so that we don't meet on the stairs.

Am I hearing right?

You went behind our backs
and betrayed us to the enemy?

Whose enemy? They're
not my enemy.

I asked to see the
Royal Yorkshire.

And to meet with the
doctors in charge

so I could learn the
benefits of a merger.

Today, they were good enough to
give me a tour and a luncheon.

- Am I to think ill of them for that?
- And you don't call that betrayal?

It's called trying to be
in possession of the facts.

Oh, I wondered when
we'd hear from you.

I confess I think
it's unfortunate

if you've given them the impression
that we approve of the plan.

But I do approve of it.

Oh, and you're the fount
of wisdom on this topic!

I don't claim to know
more than any of you.

Well, I'm glad you don't claim to
know more than I do, Lady Grantham.

- But I am disappointed.
- And we know why.

Well, if we don't, I
gather we will soon.

I'm very much afraid that
you see the new arrangement

as diminishing your
own importance.

- What?
- Well, you're the king of this place.

But once it's a wing
of the Royal Yorkshire,

you'll be one more local doctor.

With some authority, yes.
But it will not be the same.

Uh, Mrs Crawley
doesn't mean that.

Oh, I'd like to think that. But it
sounds very much as if she does.

Did you drink at luncheon?

No, I did not. Which you know
very well since we were together.

Not all the time.

Shall we call a halt to this before
we say things we will regret?

I rather hope Mrs Crawley regrets
what she's said already.

I'm going home.

In future, let's try to manage
things in a more civilized manner.

Goodbye, Dr Clarkson.

Goodbye, Lady Grantham.

Has tea gone up?

Not yet, oh, great one.

How did you get on
at Dryden Park?

It wasn't right for
me, Mr Carson.

Pity. Mr Molesley, Andrew, tea.

Won't be long now.

Don't worry. Something
will turn up.

I expect you will be glad
to see the back of me.

If it's what you want.

- He means it, too.
- Don't fish.

Especially where they're
never going to bite.

- You've got me wrong. You all have.
- How have we got you wrong?

I don't want anything from Andy
but friendship.

We were friends
when he first came.

I helped to get him the job,
for God's sake!

But now you've all
poisoned his mind against me.

- Then tell him.
- It's too late.

The damage has been done.

You don't believe me anyway.

Mrs Hughes.

Can you pop up to Her
Ladyship's room for a moment?

- Whatever for?
- Lady Mary has a surprise for you.

A surprise? For me?


Well, you're getting married tomorrow.
That might have something to do with it.

Can we
meet there at 5:00?

Here she is, the famous editor!

Trailing streamers of success.

- This is the mock-up.
- Ah.

It does seem weird
that we managed it in time.

"We" managed it?

The office. We all
pulled together.

Well, I think it's perfectly
brilliant, darling. Don't you?

I'm back, but I'm going upstairs
to get straight.

- And to calm down.
- Why? How was your day?

The morning was interesting.
The afternoon was ghastly.

Oh, Mama, you'll find... Mmm...

See? That dress
doesn't look bad now

with a foil to set off the
colours of the embroidery.

I agree. It's plainness
is a virtue.

And I'm sure we can do something
about the length.

Excuse me? Will someone
explain to me what's going on?

- Didn't Lady Mary tell you, m'lady?
- Tell me what?

That Mrs Hughes is going to borrow
one of your coats to be married in.

Was I to have any say in this as
you rifle through my cupboards?

Your Ladyship, there's obviously
been a misunderstanding.

I'm surprised at
you, Mrs Hughes.

This is not the kind of behaviour
I would look for from you.

We'll hang them up at once
and leave you in peace.

You see, Lady Mary said...

Lady Mary may dispose of her own
clothes as she sees fit.

But I do not know what gives her
the right to dispose of mine.

Now, please, leave me. I have a
headache and I need to lie down.

- You're very prompt.
- Oh, m'lady.

We've had an awful business.

Her Ladyship walked in when Mrs
Hughes was trying on the coats.

And... I don't know. She seemed
to think we were stealing them.

- Don't be silly.
- I'm not.

I've never seen her so angry.
Poor Mrs Hughes. She feels awful.

Oh, we can't have that on
the day before her wedding.

Leave it to me.


I hope Anna's wrong,
but she seems to think

you didn't want to lend Mrs
Hughes a coat for her wedding.

Well, I... I just walked in and there
they were putting on my clothes.

Please tell me you weren't rude.

Your mother's had a horrible
afternoon with Granny.

They were all at each
other's throats.

Does that excuse insulting a woman who
has served us faithfully for many years,

who simply wanted something nice
to be married in?

- Why didn't you tell me about it?
- I tried to but you stormed off.

What was Mrs Hughes
doing in there?

Typical though, isn't it?

Thirty years of service,
one wrong move, and...

Snap, you're out on your ear.

They're very appreciative
of our service.

It was not a wrong move
and she is not out on her ear.

Well, I won't speak
ill of Her Ladyship.

Not when she's doing
what she's doing for Mr Mason.

- What's this?
- Daisy.

You mustn't talk like that
when it isn't settled.

- I want to get things settled.
- Don't we all?

You seem unusually disenchanted
with life these days, Mr Barrow.

I can't see the
future, Mr Carson.

But then, I suppose,
none of us can.

Don't let it upset you.

It does upset me.

I felt like a naughty child
in need of a smack.

Anyway, I'm going up now.
It's past 10:00.


- May I come in?
- Please.

Mrs Hughes, I won't
beat about the bush.

I behaved badly earlier.

And I hope you'll
accept my apology.

It must have been strange
to find us all there, m'lady.

Nevertheless, I have no excuse
to behave as I did.

Not to someone who deserves
our loyalty as you do.

- Please forgive me.
- Of course.

I can only say I was angry
about something quite different.

And I allowed it to
cloud my judgement.

Oh, we've all done that, m'lady.

I'd like you to have this coat.

I... I'm not sure
it was a good idea.

Please. Or I'll feel
I've spoiled the day,

which is the very last thing
I'd want to do.

- Furthermore, I want you to keep it.
- Well, I...

I've asked Baxter to fit it for you
tonight. She's happy to do that.


Very well, m'lady.
I'm very grateful.

I'm not sure when
I'll wear it again.

- But you never know.
- You never do.

- I'll say good night.
- Good night, Your Ladyship.

- For Mr Carson.
- Thank you.

Come in.

Thank you, Mrs Patmore.

That's lovely.

- What's happened? What's the matter?
- Nothing's the matter.

We've come to dress the bride.

Well, there's a sentence
I never thought I'd hear.

this ring, I thee...


Mr Brock brought these for you.

What are they?

Well, they're roses with heather
for buttonholes.

- He's done that to one of Mrs Hughes'.
- Very nice, but whom are they for?

For you and your
ushers, of course.

My ushers? I've not
got any ushers.

- Perhaps you should have, Mr Carson.
- Oh, very well.

Um, take one for yourself.
And give one to Andrew.

And remove the fern.

What about me, Mr Carson?

Take one. I might as well be
hanged for a sheep as a lamb.

For better, for
worse, for richer, for poorer,

in sickness and in health,

to love, cherish, and to obey,

till death us do pan.

According to God's
holy ordinance...

With this ring, I thee wed.

With my body, I thee worship.

And all my worldly
goods, I thee endow.

In the name of the Father and of the
Son, and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

In the name of the Father and of the
Son, and of the Holy Ghost, amen.

I now pronounce you
man and wife together.

Oh, thank you.

I'm so glad to see you here.

Couldn't miss Carson's wedding.

I felt uncomfortable about the way
I spoke to you the other day.

- Oh, you said what you thought.
- But I don't think I did. Not truly.

I was exasperated
by Lady Grantham.

And you got in the way.

Well, don't be too quick to condemn
yourself. I'm not sure you were wrong.

Maybe I haven't focused
on what's best for the village.

What is this?

Dr Clarkson is reviewing
his position.

I hope this is wishful thinking
on Mrs Crawley's part.

To be honest, I don't know.

But if something is that important,
it's worth considering more than once.

Really? Well, in my experience,

second thoughts are
vastly overrated.

But we mustn't be too
blinkered, surely?

It's not just Mrs Crawley
and Lady Grantham.

Your old friend Lord Merton
is in favour of reform.

Mmm, a peer in favour of reform.

It's like a turkey in
favour of Christmas.

Nice to see you here.

- A wonderful service.
- Thank you, My Lord.

Please understand that nothing
is going to change.

I doubt you'd agree,
Mrs, uh, Carson.

We'll try to keep
the changes manageable, m'lady.

- Congratulations.
- Thank you.

I'm so happy for you.

I'm sorry if I made things
awkward about the reception.

Please forgive me.

Oh, m'lady, Mr Carson would forgive
you if you attacked him with a brick!

You don't have to worry,
you know, Mr Spratt.


I can keep secrets
when I want to.

Maybe. But the question remains,
will you want to?

You're very sunny again.

- I love weddings, don't you?
- I liked mine.

You would tell me if you'd fallen in
love with someone else, wouldn't you?

I shouldn't think so. Not for a moment.

Because there's something
about you just now.

And there's something about you,
Mr Bates.

There's definitely
something about you.

There she is now.

You won't regret it.
She's more than equal to the task.

In fact, I think
she'll do you credit.

I think she'll do you
credit, Mr Molesley.

You seem lo have been an
excellent influence in all this.

Well, I believe that education is the gate
that leads to any future worth having.

Have you missed your vocation?

I've missed
everything, Mr Dawes.

But Daisy doesn't have to.

Mr Mason's so full of gratitude,
Your Ladyship.

It's like a dream after
a nightmare, m'lady.

But please, you mustn't think...

May I have silence?

Thank you.

- Mr Barrow.
- Mrs Carson.

Before we take our seats,
I believe, as the groom,

that I have the right
to a few words.

I will not be prolix,
but it must be right that I mark

that I am the happiest
and luckiest of men.

That a woman of such
grace and charm

should entrust her life's happiness
to my unworthy charge...

passeth all understanding.

- To my wonderful bride.
- Oh!

- The bride and groom!
- The bride and groom!

To the bride and groom.

Tom! And Sybbie, darling!

What are you doing here? And how
did you know where to find us?

I went to the house and the hall boy
on duty told me where you were.

Well, it means that I can
congratulate you in person...

Mr and Mrs Carson.

Oh, are you back for a holiday?

Oh, say you'll stay!

Well, that's just the point. I
can stay as long as you want me.

- I don't understand. What are you saying?
- Just this.

That I've come back
and I'd like to stay for good.

- If Lord Grantham will have me.
- Of course, we'll have you!

- We'll be delighted!
- I echo every syllable.

Hello, darling Sybbie!

Mmm... Give old Donk a kiss!

Oh, Tom, this is such
wonderful news. Are you sure?

I'm really, really sure.

So, what happened?

It's quite simple.

I had to go all the way to
Boston to figure something out.

- But that's what I did.
- Go on, what was it?

I learned that
Downton is my home.

And that you are my family.

If I didn't quite know that
before I left, I know it now.

- Sybbie!
- Marigold!