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ls there any news of Sybil?
She's still not coming. She insists they can't afford it.
Mr Travis, can we move forward?
If I could just ask you to come down the aisle again?
Can we get the troops organised?
That means me.
It seems rather hard on poor old Travis
when he's doing all the work but the Archbishop gets the glory.
Papa was the one who wanted a Prince of the Church.
- I'd have settled for Travis. - Hmm.
Is there really no way we can get Sybil over? It seems ridiculous.
On the contrary, it's a relief.
Branson is still an object of fascination for the county.
We'll ask him here when we can prepare the servants and manage it gently.
He's making a problem where none exists.
No one could care less were Branson at the wedding or not.
You must think country life more exciting than it is
if you imagine people don't care when an Earl's daughter runs off with a chauffeur.
Well, the fact remains she has run off with a chauffeur and they'll have to get used to it.
Mr Travis, are we ready?
Any moment, Your Grace. Any moment.
Can we? Please?
That treacle tart just hit the spot. Thank you, Mrs Patmore.
So, Mrs Hughes and Anna are getting the place ready to let?
That is the plan.
I'm surprised Anna held on to that house.
I thought they confiscated the profits of murder.
Mr Bates had the wisdom to transfer it to her before the trial.
I don't think I'd have allowed it, Mr Carson.
Then we must all be grateful you were not the presiding judge.
I still think it's funny. Given that he's a convicted murderer...
May I remind you, Mr Barrow,
that in this house Mr Bates is a wronged man seeking justice.
If you have any problems with that definition, I suggest you eat in the yard.
I suppose you agree with Robert.
Then, not for the first time, you suppose wrongly.
The family must never be a topic of conversation.
I'm afraid Sybil's already made the Crawleys a permanent topic.
All the more reason.
If we can show the county he can behave normally,
they will soon lose interest in him.
And I shall make sure he behaves normally
because I shall hold his hand on the radiator until he does.
Well, I don't know this young man aside from "good morning" and "good night",
but he strikes me as a very interesting addition to the family.
Oh, here we go.
And why should he be normal, as you call it?
I say he should come here and fight his corner.
I like a man of strong beliefs.
- I think I'll send them the money. - Please don't.
Robert's expressly forbidden it. He'd be furious.
But it can't be as bad as...
Look, I'll come and see you. Tomorrow. No, I insist.
Right, goodbye.
Papa, what's the matter?
Nothing's the matter. What should be the matter?
How was London?
We got it all done, but I couldn't have managed without my helper.
- Have you eaten? - We had a bite on the train.
Well, sit down anyway, have a cup of tea.
I'll start on the final lists for the wedding tomorrow morning.
I've got the last of the wine deliveries coming on Tuesday.
How will you manage without a footman?
I agree. But I haven't time to find one now.
I've had a letter from my sister, asking after a job for her son and...
Miss O'Brien, we are about to host a society wedding.
I have no time for training young hobbledehoys.
Her Ladyship's ringing.
Well, I don't see why not.
I'll ask his Lordship when...
There you are. So, I'll ask you now.
Ask me what?
Carson's in need of a footman and O'Brien has a candidate.
Alfred. Alfred Nugent, milord. He's a good worker.
I think it sounds perfect. Robert?
Whatever you say.
My dear, I have to go up to London tomorrow. I'll be catching the early train.
That's very sudden. Do you want them to open the house?
- No. I'll come straight back. - What are you going for?
It's nothing to bother you with.
It's all there. Every entry.
- Where did you find the book? - Behind the bureau.
We moved it out to clean and there it was.
Vera must have dropped it or something.
So, what do you want me to do?
Make notes on all the names.
Close friend, relation, workmate, tradesman, and so on.
Then I'll copy those and I'll send them with the book to Mr Murray.
Haven't you anything better to do?
I have not.
Because I'd rather work to get you free than dine with the King at Buckingham Palace.
So what news have you got?
What news could I have in here?
Oh, I've acquired a new cellmate. To be honest, I'm not sure about him.
Well, just remember what my mother used to say.
Never make an enemy by accident.
Now, do you think you can get the notes done before my next visit?
I don't see what can come of it.
Probably nothing.
And my next idea will probably lead to nothing.
And the next and the next.
But one day, something will occur to us and we'll follow it up,
and the case against you will crumble.
Do you never doubt? For just one minute?
- I wouldn't blame you. - No.
I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east, either.
You're too tall to be a footman.
No footman should be over six foot one.
That can't be, can it? Since he's already been taken on.
But what have you done?
I was a hotel waiter after I was discharged from the army,
but they've cut back.
I think to get a job as a waiter shows real initiative.
I suppose he can speak for himself.
Why? Is he on trial? This isn't an interview, is it?
Not when he's already got the job.
No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien, but he is on trial.
And if he cannot match our standards, he will be found guilty.
- I mean to try, Mr Carson. - As long as you do.
Right. Go upstairs and get settled in.
Your aunt will hopefully find you a livery that fits.
Just at the start. So we've a place to sleep after the honeymoon.
You can't object to that?
No. It's nice of them.
Though I doubt I'll get used to taking you to bed with your father watching.
He's so relieved we're getting married, he wouldn't mind if you carried me up naked.
Careful. I might try it.
I don't want to move to London or anything.
- I'm not kicking against the traces... - Just testing their strength.
I want us to get to know each other.
To learn about who we both are without everybody being there.
- Well, it's quite a big house. - It's a lovely house.
It's your home and I want it to be my home, too.
Just not quite yet.
- Chancery Lane. - Yes, sir.
I've spoken to Frobisher and Curran,
and since I am a trustee should the estate ever need one,
we felt I ought to be the one to tell you.
You make it sound very serious.
I'm expressing myself badly if you think it is not serious.
Why did we invest so much?
Lord Grantham, it was you who insisted we should.
If you remember, we advised against it.
But war would mean a huge expansion of railways everywhere.
Every forecast was certain. Rail shares were bound to make a fortune.
Many did, but your principal holding, which was very large indeed,
was in the Canadian Grand Trunk line.
It was the main railway in British North America, for God's sake.
It wasn't just me. Everyone said we couldn't lose.
We knew hard times were coming for estates like Downton,
and this investment would make it safe for the rest of time.
Charles Hays was the presiding genius, and since he died the management has not...
The fact is, the company is about to be declared bankrupt,
and the line will be absorbed into the Canadian National Railway scheme.
Are you really telling me that all the money is gone?
I'm afraid so.
The lion's share of Cora's fortune?
I won't give in, Murray.
I've sacrificed too much to Downton to give in now.
I refuse to be the failure,
the Earl who dropped the torch and let the ﬂame go out.
I hate to state the obvious, but if there's not enough money to run it,
Downton must go.
Unless you break it up and sell it off piecemeal.
I couldn't do that. I have a duty beyond saving my own skin.
The estate must be a major employer and support the house or there's no point to it.
To any of it.
Morning.
Lady Edith.
- Hello. - Hello.
- What are you doing here? - I'm meeting a train. But I'm too early.
- Oh. - I mustn't hold you up.
- I'm not doing anything. - Oh.
I thought I'd get away from wedding panic.
- Don't you like weddings? - Don't be silly. Of course I do.
Only I've talked of clothes and flowers and food and guests until I'm blue in the face.
Yes, weddings can be reminders of one's loneliness, can't they?
I'm sorry. I don't know why I said that.
So, how's it going? ls your grandmother coming over from New York for it'?
She is.
And Sybil? Is she here yet?
As a matter of fact, she wasn't coming, but I think she is now.
Mary had a letter this morning. Papa doesn't know yet.
He will be pleased.
I do hope so.
So you'll live at the big house when you're back from honeymoon?
Not live. Stay. We'll stay there until we decide where to go.
It'll be on the estate, I should think, or in the village.
- Not here? - No.
But I shall expect you and Mrs Bird to look after Mrs Crawley.
You'll not be taking me with you, sir?
Only I thought you'd be needing a proper valet, once you're married.
I've always thought of you as more of a butler who helps out as a valet,
not the other way round.
Well, I'd be happy to be a valet, sir. Especially in the big house.
We won't be in the big house for long.
And to be honest, Molesley, I want to live more simply after the wedding.
And besides, Mother absolutely relies on you.
Well, that's very nice to hear, sir. Thank you.
You must be exhausted, milord.
You can't have spent more than two hours in London.
It was sufficient.
The new footman arrived while you were gone.
What?
Yes. He got the cable this morning and came straight over.
Very eager.
And very tall.
But when did...
Never mind.
Did you know about the new footman?
- Of course. He's already here. - Why did no one tell me?
What do you mean? We talked about it last night. In my room.
Well, nobody else must be taken on. Absolutely no one. Until things are settled.
What things?
How's the wedding going? I suppose it's costing the Earth.
- Mary was never going to marry on the cheap. - Oh, no. Nothing must be done on the cheap.
I feel quite nervous.
Don't be. You've got the skill and you've got the willingness.
- But he hasn't got the experience. - He's right.
Pay no attention. You've a nice manner, Alfred.
You're not vain like Thomas. They'll like that.
- What's the matter with you? - I'm fed up. They promised me promotion.
She said they'd get a new kitchen maid and I'd be Mrs Patmore's assistant.
Well, if they really promised, you should withdraw your services.
What do you mean? Like go on strike?
But don't say I put you up to it.
- But what was in the letter? - Just that Sybil's coming after all.
She'll be here on Wednesday, in time for dinner.
- Will she be coming alone? - Don't make trouble, Mother.
Can I do it?
If you wish, milady. Of course.
Are you really that tall?
Yes, milady.
I thought you might have been walking on stilts.
When does Grandmama arrive?
She gets into Liverpool on the 15th, so she'll be here the day before the wedding.
I'm so looking forward to seeing your mother again.
When I'm with her, I'm reminded of the virtues of the English.
But isn't she American?
Exactly.
Can I help myself?
Oh, you want to as well, milord?
To be honest, I think you'll find that we all want to do it "as well."
What do you think you're doing? You are not in a hotel, now.
Did you train in a hotel?
I did, ma'am.
That will be useful, won't it, Carson?
Are you all set for the wedding?
Of course he is. Carson's motto is "Be Prepared."
I'm afraid Baden-Powell has stolen it.
But you have all the help you need?
Well, I wouldn't fight the idea of a second footman, milady.
I don't know about the rest of you,
but I sometimes think it's time we lived in a simpler way.
I agree. Much cattle, much care.
Always supposing we have the choice.
Oh, don't say that. It's our job to provide employment
An aristocrat with no servants is as much use to the county as a glass hammer.
I knew this would happen. Typical.
What's typical?
That I'd wind up looking after Mr Matthew. That's all I need.
He hasn't thought it through. I'm sorry to say it, but he hasn't.
Are you worried for your job, Mr Molesley?
Me? Oh, heavens, no. No, no, no, no. I'm essential to Mrs Crawley.
She relies on me. That's what he said. Essential.
Oh, yes. We're all essential. Until we get sacked.
How was it?
Alfred was confused. He thought he'd been transported to the Hotel Metropole.
- Cheer up. You'll get the hang of it. - Will I'?
Oh, you are still here, Mr Molesley.
I know.
I only walked over for a cup of tea and a chat, and I've outstayed my welcome.
Nonsense. Why not have a bite with us?
They won't be leaving for a half hour or more.
No. I'd better get back.
I wouldn't want them to get home and me not be there to let them in.
No, you wouldn't. Not when you're essential.
Then why's he coming all the way here? Why not say it on the telephone?
I have no idea.
If Mr Swire's lawyer wants to see you and it's urgent, it means he's left you something
I doubt it. I would have heard long before this.
- Anyway, I hope not. - Why?
Matthew, do come on. The chauffeur's freezing to death and so am I.
- Are you looking forward to the wedding? - What do you think?
I'm looking forward to all sorts of things.
Don't make me blush.
Matthew!
Dearest Papa!
Tell me, did you send the money?
- Please say yes. - What money?
Hello, Tom. Welcome to Downton.
I hope I am welcome, your Ladyship.
Of course.
Alfred, would you take the luggage for Mr Branson?
There's tea in the library.
Thank you.
Hello, Mr Carson.
Was that Mr Charkham I saw leaving?
Yes. He said to make his apologies. He was late for his train.
What did he have to say for himself?
I don't know where to start.
Basically, it seems that Reggie Swire did not wish to divide his fortune.
So, when Lavinia died, he made a new will with a list of three possible heirs,
of which I was the third.
Why didn't the first name succeed?
He died before Reggie. In the same epidemic that killed Lavinia.
But at first they thought that the second heir, a Mr Clive Pulbrook, would be easy to trace.
How much money are we talking about?
A lot.
A huge amount. I had no idea.
You could never have told it from Reggie's way of life.
Lucky Mr Pulbrook.
Well, this is it.
Some time before Reggie's death, Pulbrook travelled to the East, to India.
To some tea plantations he owned there.
- And? - He's never been heard of since.
They've made enquiries. They've sent an agent out to visit his property.
There's no sign of him.
I'm sorry, I won't and that's flat.
- Then you'll have to do it, Mr Carson. - I am not dressing a chauffeur.
He is not a chauffeur now. Anyway, you don't have to dress him.
Just see he's got everything he needs.
I am not often as one with Mr Barrow. But, no.
- Then Alfred must do it. - Alfred?
He wouldn't know what to do beyond collecting dirty shoes outside the door.
Well, he'll have to learn.
Is it an Irish tradition?
- What? - She means not changing.
Of course it isn't, Granny.
It might have been. You don't change on the first night of a voyage.
No, milady. I don't own a set of tails. Or a dinner jacket, either.
I wouldn't get any use out of them.
Well, I hope you own a morning coat since you're here for a wedding.
No, I'm afraid I don't.
We live a completely different kind of life, Papa.
Obviously.
Could you lower it a bit, please, Mr Carson?
You should buy a Downton wardrobe and leave it here.
Then you won't have to pack when you come.
What a good idea.
I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I can't turn into somebody else just to please you.
More's the pity.
Oh, no. Why should you change to please us?
What is the general feeling in Ireland, now?
That we're in sight of throwing off the English yoke.
Do you approve of the new Act?
Would you approve of your country being divided by a foreign power?
Well, won't it bring Home Rule for southern Ireland nearer?
Home Rule on English terms, presided over by an English King.
Is keeping the monarchy a problem?
Would it be a problem for you to be ruled by the German Kaiser?
Carson, are you all right?
I have been very clumsy, milord. I do apologise.
Is it true that Irish gardens have more variety than ours?
Oh, yes. Don't you remember Lady Dufferin's ball at Clandeboye?
The gardens there were heavenly.
- I thought them very down on him. - That is because you know nothing.
And wasn't he down on them? Insulting our country, insulting the King.
I thought it was a miracle his Lordship held his temper.
But it must be hard, Mr Carson.
To sit up there with people he used to drive around.
It is hard, Mrs Hughes.
Please, sit down.
Is there something we can do, sir?
I just wanted to come down to say hello.
I wouldn't want you to think I'd got too big for my boots.
That's nice.
I hope you and Lady Sybil are well.
We are, thank you.
And we've been following the story of Mr Bates. Mary keeps us informed.
Still, I mustn't interrupt your dinner.
Thank you for coming down.
He's settled into his new life.
"Mary keeps us informed."
- Well, he knows her now. - What's that got to do with it?
His Lordship would never call her "Mary" when talking to me. Never.
If he wants to play their game, he'd better learn their rules.
Tomorrow, let's ask the servants to come up and dine with us.
It'll make things easier.
You must get him to stop calling Granny "milady." And Mama.
We need something that doesn't sound too stiff and grand.
"Lady Grantham," of course. And he can call me "Lord Grantham."
That doesn't sound stiff or grand at all!
One step at a time.
So, what did the lawyer want? I presume he turned up.
He did. And it's rather complicated.
But you were right. It was about Reggie's will.
So he's left you something?
Never mind that now.
Just sit down and tell me about the relations that are coming for the wedding.
I want to unscramble them in my head.
- Go to bed when you're done. - I'll go to bed when I'm ready.
What's happened to you? Have you swapped places with your evil twin?
I'd like to know where the new kitchen maid is, that's what you promised.
They've got a new footman. Where's the kitchen maid?
I know and I'm sorry.
But I spoke to Mr Carson tonight, and they won't be taking anyone new on.
Except a footman.
I don't know how Mr Carson managed it because his Lordship's put his foot down.
But you are called my assistant now, and you've seven shillings extra every month.
You've still kept me here with a dishonest representation.
Oh, dear. Have you swallowed a dictionary?
Somehow none of it seems to matter when we're in Dublin.
Class and all that just seems to fade away.
I'm Mrs Branson and we get on with our lives like millions of others.
But here he feels so patronised, and he hates it.
But you don't regret it?
No. Never.
He's a wonderful, wonderful man. I just wish you knew him.
Darling, we will know him. We'll know him and value him, I promise.
Anyway,
I'd best go upstairs and make sure he's not too suicidal.
Goodnight.
Oh, by the way, I don't know if Mama's told you,
but the whole Grey family is coming tomorrow night.
Including Larry?
- Crikey. - You'd better warn Tom.
Oh, and, Sybil, if I were you, I wouldn't tell Papa about being Mrs Branson
But who are the Greys? And why does it matter that they're coming?
The father, Lord Merton, is Mary's godfather, but Larry Grey used to be keen on me
- when we were young. - Were you keen on him?
No. I don't think so.
- I can hardly remember, to be honest. - So what are you saying?
Nothing, particularly.
But we could run into Ripon and find some tails.
We have the money.
I won't spend more of that money.
All right.
But please don't talk about Ireland all the time.
I just want to make things easier for you.
For me or for you?
Don't disappoint me, Sybil. Not now that we're here.
Shall I order the car?
I don't think I can refuse a lift with Mother, and then make the poor man go out again.
- I'll walk. - It might rain.
Then I'll get wet.
Now come and kiss me.
So, if they can't find Mr Pillbox, what will you do with the money?
Pulbrook. And they will find him.
But if they don't?
Then I'll decide what to do.
Or we will.
Because I can't keep it.
No, of course not.
Why were you so heavily invested in one enterprise? Wasn't it foolish?
Has some of my fortune been lost?
Some?
All.
Or almost all.
Oh, my dear.
How terrible for you.
It's not so good for you.
Don't worry about me. I'm an American. Have gun, will travel.
Oh, thank God for you, anyway.
You know what?
I'm glad we have a wedding to celebrate.
Let's make sure it's a great day.
If it's to be our last, let's make it a wonderful "last",
and enjoy our lovely home and the lovely people we've spent our life among.
A bit early for drowning your sorrows.
I thought it might be better if I moved down to the pub.
You're not serious?
I can't go through too many more dinners like last night.
You don't make it easy for them.
Do you really think you can recruit Cousin Robert for Sinn Féin?
I don't know what gets into me.
I can see them staring, and I know they don't want me here.
Well, don't include me. Or Mary.
She wasn't too keen on the idea of a chauffeur for a brother-in-law.
Forget that. She's a pragmatist.
She could be a tough fighter, too.
Let's hope she's not tested. Now, forget this and walk back.
We're brothers-in-law with high-minded wives.
We'd better stick together.
It's all there.
Friends, though there weren't too many, tradesmen, acquaintances...
But I can't see what you'll get out of them.
I do not believe, when Vera decided to kill herself,
she never mentioned it to another living soul.
We know she left no note. I wish to God she had.
But why are you sure it was suicide and not murder?
Well, I know you didn't kill her. And what's the alternative?
A thief broke in, cooked an arsenic pie and forced her to eat it?
It's not a very likely scenario.
You can see why they convicted me.
I'm going to write to everyone in the book in case she said or, please God,
wrote anything that could suggest a desire to die.
But how long will that take?
Why? Are you going somewhere?
I should have gone into cooking.
I used to watch 'em in the kitchens and I could pick it up in a trice.
Why didn't you, then?
Oh, it's a hard ladder for a man.
For every Escoffier or Monsieur Caréme,
there's a thousand dogsbodies taking orders from a cross and red-faced old woman.
Who's this you're discussing?
Hello, Mrs Patmore. I didn't see you standing there.
Obviously not.
Mum and Aunt Sarah thought I'd be better off as a butler,
and so that's what I'm trying for.
I think you're right. I know I'd rather be giving the orders.
To a cross and red-faced old woman. Yes, we know.
There. Is that what you meant?
Yes. Perfect. Slightly new, but not too different.
We'll see if Sir Anthony notices.
I know they all think he's too old for me, but he's not.
Bates is older than you and you're as happy as lovebirds.
Our situation is hardly ideal, but...
yes, we're very happy together.
Which is all that matters. As I keep telling them.
- I've no time to talk. - His Lordship's not come up yet.
Well? What is it?
I was hoping you could help young Alfred to find his way about.
- As a footman, you mean? - As a valet.
He's looking after Mr Branson now.
Though I dare say a chauffeur can dress himself.
But you could tell him what he needs to know. Give him an advantage.
Why? What's the rush?
You've heard Mr Matthew has turned down Mr Molesley?
Blimey. You don't want much, do you?
Can you remember what I had to go through to be a valet?
Of course. I watched it, didn't I?
But young Alfred is to make the great leap in one bound?
Well, I'm sorry, Miss O'Brien, but I'm not convinced.
If you'll excuse me.
It's infuriating, but there's nothing he can do.
I don't agree. I think it's feeble.
He should will himself not to be ill and then collapse the next day.
- Whom will you ask instead? - I'm not sure.
I've known Sybil all my life.
So you can imagine how curious I was when I found out you'd be here tonight.
I never thought we'd meet in person.
As opposed to what? In spirit?
Well, you see, to us,
in marrying you, it seemed like Sybil had left Downton Abbey forever.
If you know what I mean.
I know exactly what you mean.
Did they lose your suitcase on the way over? How maddening for you.
No, my suitcase arrived safely, thank you.
Along with my manners.
He's still dressed as the Man from the Prudential, I see.
Yes. It's nice to have someone from the real world, isn't it?
Hello, Mama. Can I tempt you to one of these new cocktails?
No, no, I don't think so.
They look too exciting for so early in the evening. Don't you think so, Carson?
- Better avoided, milady. - I think so.
What a pleasure it is to see you out and about, Sir Anthony.
I want to say, "Can I be of any help?", but you don't seem to need any.
He doesn't need help at all, do you? He won't let me do anything.
Musn't be a nuisance, you know.
- Are you coming to the wedding? - Of course!
Well, if you really want me.
I do. I really do.
You look very nice. Have you done something jolly with your hair?
I say. What the devil?
What is it?
Dinner is served, your Ladyship.
How's it going?
Awkward. Mr Branson's well away and Lady Sybil doesn't like it much.
I don't understand it. He's only had one cocktail.
Maybe he was drinking before he came down, to calm his nerves.
Oh, yeah.
No! I don't agree! And I don't care who knows it!
The Black and Tans are there to restore order, are they?
Why don't they just murder the entire population?
Then you wouldn't hear a squeak out of any of them!
Is there any way to shut him up?
If I knew how to control him, he wouldn't be here in the first place.
Are you interested in Irish politics, Lord Merton?
Well, I was only just saying that I thought...
He's interested in Irish repression! Like all of you!
Look, old chap. Of course this stuff matters a great deal to you...
Yes, it does matter, this stuff. It matters a very great deal.
What's so funny?
Nothing. I'm just enjoying this vivid display of Irish character.
Please, Tom, we don't need to wear everyone out.
Why? What's the matter? Am I not being polite enough?
Wait a minute! This was down to you, wasn't it?
I don't know what you mean.
Yes, you do. I saw you.
You put something in his drink, didn't you? Just before we came in.
That's not true, is it, Larry?
What a beastly thing to do!
Oh, come on, Edith. That's not like you. You could always take a joke.
The bully's defence. Listen, everyone.
Mr Grey has given my brother-in-law something to make him appear drunk.
Could it be drink?
No, not drink. Some horrible pill. Sybil, take him upstairs.
II ne manque que ga
Tom has been the victim of a cruel prank,
which I know you will all be kind enough to forget.
Forgive, perhaps. Forget, never.
Is this true, Larry?
I don't know why you're all getting so hot under the collar.
He's only a grubby little chauffeur chappie, in case you've forgotten.
Be silent this instant, sir!
I apologise for my son, Mr Branson. Unreservedly.
I only hope you recover before the wedding.
I hope so, too.
Since I want him to be my best man.
Bravo! Well said.
Do you really mean it?
- Honestly? - I've told you before.
If we're mad enough to take on the Crawley girls, we have to stick together.
Oh! Thank you, Matthew. Thank you so much.
That was rather marvellous of you, to expose Larry Grey like that.
You saved the day, really.
I wouldn't say that. Matthew saved the day.
No. It was you.
I do hope to be seeing a bit more of you, once the wedding is over.
- Well... - Wouldn't you like that?
I should like that very much.
Much more than I probably ought to.
Edith, let Sir Anthony go!
Good night, Papa.
Well, that's the last of them. Where are the others?
- They've gone to bed. - So's Edith. And so should we.
Golly. What a night for the county to feed off.
But it was good of Matthew to show solidarity.
I suppose so. We're going to need all the solidarity we can muster.
When will you tell the girls?
- I think I should tell Mary now. - No, not before the wedding, surely?
I must. They're disagreeing about where they should live,
so it'd be wrong for me to keep it from them.
Then they can discuss it on the honeymoon and decide more sensibly.
Do you think we should we say something to your mother, when she gets here?
No. She'll go into state mourning and cast a pall over the whole proceedings.
Thank God she missed tonight's drama or we'd never hear the end of it.
Don't worry. She'll bring enough drama of her own.
Hmm.
It won't work, you know.
And if you don't admit your guilt, they won't let you go when the time comes.
How can I admit what isn't true?
Why do you have to be so pious?
You're a touchy fellow, aren't you?
Don't push me, Craig.
Is that a warning?
Yes. Yes, it is.
I'm warning you.
I'm not sure about the hat.
Is it supposed to look crooked?
Don't listen to her! I love it! You're not to change a thing!
- Anna? - I think you look lovely, milady.
Stop! Wait! Who is it?
- Your long-suffering Papa. - I suppose he can come in.
What's this for?
- Going away. How does it look? - Expensive.
Twice the national debt, I'm afraid.
But I know you don't mind.
Can I have one moment alone to give Mary my blessing?
That's lovely. Shoo, everyone.
Go on. Bless me.
Of course.
But there's something I feel I ought to tell you first.
I wanted to wait until you got back, but I don't believe I can.
That sounds rather ominous.
Hello, Mr Molesley. I got a message to call on Mrs Crawley.
Very good, sir.
If you'd like to give me your hat and coat, sir.
Are you going up to the house to welcome the Queen of Sheba?
Oh, I think so. Are you?
No. I'll pay homage at dinner.
I've always admired the way Mrs Levinson is never overawed
by the whole setup at Downton.
Was Napoleon overawed by the Bourbons?
Well, come in, Tom.
- May I call you Tom? - Of course.
Good afternoon, milady, that is, Lady Grantham.
I'm glad to find you here, because I want to apologise for last night.
Oh, there's no need. We know it was not your fault.
You weren't the first drunk in that dining room, I can assure you.
- Only the first republican. - Well, you've got me there.
Why was it you wanted to see me?
We've asked Molesley to look out Matthew's old morning coat.
He is confident he can make it fit.
That's very kind, ladies. But you see, I don't approve of these costumes.
I see them as the uniform of oppression and I should be uncomfortable wearing them.
Are you quite finished?
I have.
Good.
Please take off your coat.
Molesley, do help him.
If you'll just slip it off, sir.
Shouldn't he put the waistcoat on first?
What's going on?
They're forcing me into a morning coat.
- He has no say in it? - No, he doesn't. And nor do you.
Well, what do you think, Molesley?
It'll need lifting a little here, milady. I'll move the buttons so.
I think the shoulders look odd.
Come war and peace, Downton still stands and the Crawleys are still in it.
- Cora! - Mother, how lovely to see you.
As long as it is.
Robert, aren't you going to kiss me?
With the greatest enthusiasm.
Tell me, where does this come from?
I hired it in Liverpool. Why?
I thought it might be a gift from the US Government
to help get Britain back on its feet.
Carson and Mrs Hughes, the world has moved on since last we met.
And we have moved on with it, Madam.
Really? It seems so strange to think of the English embracing change.
Mrs Hughes, this is my maid, Reed.
Sybil, tell me all about the arrangements for the birth.
We do these things so much better in the States.
Edith, still no one special?
Well, never mind. You must take a tip from the modern American girl.
Ah, Mary. Dearest Mary.
Now, you tell me all of your wedding plans and I'll see what I can do to improve them.
- What's the matter with you? - Mrs Patmore knows.
Should I tell you Mrs Levinson's requirements during her stay?
No. Tell her.
Yes, Miss Reed. How can I help?
Well, to start with, I will need goat's milk in the mornings.
Goat's milk. Fancy that.
- She drinks only boiled water. - Really'?
In England, that is.
Shouldn't Daisy be doing this?
I ought to take the tea up.
I'll have it ready in a moment.
No fats, no crab and nothing from the marrow family.
Do explain again how exactly you are related to all of us, Mr Crawley.
Rather distantly, I'm afraid.
My great-great-grandfather was a younger son of the third Earl.
My, I'm going to have to write that down so I can study it.
Look at our page in Burke's. You'll find Matthew there.
Good. Because I would so like to understand
why he gets to inherit my late husband's money.
I know. It's funny, isn't it?
Not everyone shares your sense of humour.
But surely it doesn't matter now that they're getting married?
In fact, we'd better turn him out or it'll be bad luck for tomorrow.
Quite right.
You must be the chauffeur I've heard so much about.
I am, ma'am.
Tom's a journalist now, Grandmama.
Oh, well, well. I've heard of those journeys on my side of the water.
It's very pleasant to hear of them happening here.
It's all right, Mama. You can leave us unchaperoned.
After tomorrow, all things are permitted.
Don't embarrass me.
Bye, Matthew. Get a good night's sleep.
How many moments of Crawley history has this room seen?
With many more to come.
I hope so.
In fact, what happened in the search for Mr Pumpkin?
Swire's heir'? Have you heard anything?
Yes. Charkham sent a telegram. I've got it here, actually.
Oh.
"Convincing proof of Pulbrook's death stop Investigating date."
Well, what does that mean?
Well, if Pulbrook died after Reggie then his heirs get the money.
But if he died first, then I do.
But that's absurd! What right have his heirs to inherit anything?
Well, darling, what right have I?
And, frankly, what difference does it make? I shan't keep it, if I get it.
Well, actually, you will.
Because something rather terrible has happened.
You see,
apparently Papa has lost a great deal of money.
Enough to ruin him. Enough for us to lose Downton.
God, I'm sorry.
I am so sorry.
Yes, but surely, if Mr Pulbrook did die before Swire, then we're saved.
Darling, I don't think you understand.
Reggie Swire will have put me in his will
because he believed I was his daughter's one true love.
- So you were. - Yes. But...
But I broke Lavinia's heart and she died. He never knew that.
How could I possibly allow myself to profit from her death?
To... dine in splendour because I took away a woman's will to live?
So you're prepared to destroy us in payment for your destroying her?
Darling, please!
- You know I would do anything for this family. - Anything except help us.
Except save Papa from living out the rest of his days in humiliation and grief.
And what about us? What about our children?
Oh, God, Matthew, how can you be so disappointing?
- Mary, please... - No. Don't you see what this means?
Don't you see what a difference this makes?
It means that you're not on our side, Matthew.
It means that, deep down, you're not on our side!
How are you getting on with your new companion?
I don't like him, but, so far, I've kept it to myself.
So, who are the bridesmaids?
- You don't care about all that. - You're wrong. It's the stuff of my dreams.
The panic that a dinner won't be ready or a frock isn't ironed,
or a gun wasn't cleaned.
Do you know where you're going for the honeymoon?
Oh, I want to talk about that.
They'll stay in London with Lady Rosamund for a couple of days
just to get used to each other.
And then they go to the South of France.
I'll hire a replacement in London and then I'll come home instead.
- Lady Mary won't mind. I'll pay. - Why would you do that?
- Well, to be near you, of course. - Don't you understand?
While I'm in here, you have to live my life as well as your own.
Go to France, see some sights, get us some memories.
But I wouldn't be home for a month.
And won't we have something to talk about? Go. I insist.
For my sake.
I was so afraid I was going to be late.
Ah-ha-ha-ha!
Violet.
Oh.
Oh, dear, I'm afraid the war has made old women of us both.
Oh, I wouldn't say that. But then I always keep out of the sun
How do you find Downton on your return?
Much the same, really. Probably too much the same.
But then I don't want to cast a pall over all the happiness.
How could you ever do that?
Tell me, what do you think of young Lochinvar
who has so ably carried off our granddaughter and our money?
Do you approve of him?
Not as much as you will, when you get to know him.
Hmm. Has he gone home to change?
Oh, no. We won't see him again tonight.
The groom never sees the bride the night before the wedding.
Nothing ever alters for you people, does it?
Revolutions erupt and monarchies crash to the ground
and the groom still cannot see the bride before the wedding.
You Americans never understand the importance of tradition.
Yes, we do. We just don't give it power over us.
History and tradition took Europe into a world war.
Maybe you should think about letting go of its hand.
There you are. I see you've said hello to Grandmama.
She is like a homing pigeon.
She finds our underbelly every time.
Dreadful!
No, it wasn't me.
Someone sent Sybil and Tom the price of the tickets to come over.
Does it matter who it was? It meant we could be at the wedding.
Of course, I wish it had been you, Papa but I don't mind.
I thank them, whoever they are.
Well, I'm very glad you're here, but it wasn't me either, I'm sad to say.
Well, I love a mystery. Who could it be?
My guess is Cousin Isobel. She always likes to stick her oar in.
I'm going to ask her.
For heaven's sake, it was me.
You? But it wasn't your writing.
No, Smithers did it. Like all ladies' maids, she lives for intrigue.
You wanted me to come here?
I wanted Sybil and her husband to be here for Mary's wedding, yes.
But why keep that secret?
It was silly, wasn't it?
I'm very touched. I'll admit it.
How democratic. It makes me think maybe I've been mistaken in you.
I am a woman of many parts.
After all, Branson isn't... I mean, Tom. You are a member of the family now.
You'll find we Crawleys stick together.
Not always.
- Mary, what is it? - Oh, nothing. It's just
Oh, Mary, darl...
Oh, there you are. That's all for this course, don't you think, Daisy?
- Is Daisy all right, Mrs Patmore? - Oh, yes. She's being such a big help.
Now, I think we should check the pudding, Daisy. Don't you agree?
It's nerves.
Everyone cries at some point before their wedding.
But what was the quarrel about?
I'm not sure. I know she accused him of not being on our side.
Well, I hope she's wrong or that could be rather serious.
Of course he's on our side. It's ridiculous. I'll go and see him.
No. I'll go. I'm his best man. I should be the one to go.
What?
I know what it is to marry into this family.
I'm not comparing myself to Mr Crawley, but he is another kind of outsider.
- Well, I hardly... - Well, why not?
He's the one who'll lose his job if the wedding's cancelled.
- I see what you're doing, you know. - What's that, then?
Not responding to my protest.
Oh, "Not responding to my protest."
Very elegant, I must say. Who've you be talking to?
- Thomas? - Well...
Oh, just gimme the cloth and I'll dry.
But suppose he never gets the money?
It's not about the money. It's that he won't save Papa when he could.
But he has to be true to himself.
That's the point. He puts himself above the rest of us, don't you see?
What I see is a good man, milady.
And they're not like buses.
There won't be another one along in ten minutes' time.
It seems big, but it's not big.
And if it happens and I get the money?
I can't do what she wants.
It's strange for me to be arguing about inherited money and saving estates
when the old me would like to put a bomb under the lot of you.
But?
But you're meant to be together.
I've known that as long as I've been at the house.
And at first this kept you apart and then that kept you apart,
but please don't risk it a third time.
Because I tell you this,
you won't be happy with anyone else while Lady Mary walks the Earth.
- Call her Mary, please. - Never mind what I call her.
I know what I'll call you if you let this chance slip through your fingers.
I just need a word.
No. Go away. I'm undressed. You can't come in.
One word. Come to the door.
Please, just give him this chance.
- I won't look at you. - It'd be unlucky if you did.
Only if we were getting married.
Which we are.
My darling, I refuse to quarrel about something that hasn't happened
and probably never will.
That's what Anna says.
Then she's right.
My darling, I'm sure we will fight about money and about Downton,
about how to rear our children, about any number of other things.
Then shouldn't we accept it?
Matthew, I've been thinking, and I'm not angry now, truly I'm not.
But if we can disagree over something as fundamental as this,
then shouldn't we be brave and back away now?
No.
It's not because you're afraid of calling it off? Because I'm not.
No.
It's because of something Tom said.
That I would never be happy with anyone else as long as you walked the Earth.
Which is true.
And...
I think you feel the same about me.
Can I kiss you?
Because I need to.
- Very much. - No. It's bad luck to look at me.
What about if I close my eyes and you do, too?
All right. But you mustn't cheat.
Good night.
- Right. I'm off to collect Matthew. - You look very smart.
I hope so. Because I'm extremely uncomfortable.
Branson.
That is, Tom.
I want to thank you for what you did last night.
I'm grateful. I mean it.
They're both strong characters.
I'd say we have plenty of slamming doors and shouting matches to come.
Forgive me. I was about to be indignant.
But of course you have a perfect right to speak as you do.
- I hope you mean that, too. - I do.
Now, hurry up.
You'd ask, wouldn't you?
If there was anything you wanted me to tell you.
I mean, I'm sure you know.
More than you did. And relax. There isn't anything I need to hear now.
Because when two people love each other, you understand, everything...
is the most terrific fun.
Careful, Mama, or you'll shock Anna.
I'm a married woman now, milady.
I think we should go.
What about Anna? How are you going to get to the church?
They're waiting for me in the wagonette. I'll see you there.
I know mine was a wild, runaway marriage, darling,
and yours is the one everyone wanted.
But what's so thrilling is that this is every bit as romantic.
Thank you for always being so sweet.
Love and position in one handsome package. Who could ask for more?
Never mind, Edith.
Well,
very, very good luck, my beautiful daughter.
Now, you've a great big motorcar all to yourselves. Just think of that.
So we'll expect you to behave as if you were quite grown up.
You can do that, can't you?
- Have you got everything you need? - Yes.
Come on, then.
Be careful of your dress.
- Settle down. - All right.
Don't do anything I wouldn't do.
Bye.
Bye!
Have you got everything you need?
We do. Now, be off with you and enjoy yourself.
I wish we were going.
And who'd get the food ready for when they come back?
Still, fetch your coat and we'll see her off.
Right. See you in a minute.
We're just leaving now, milord. As soon as we've got Anna.
Here comes the bride!
Will I do, Carson?
Very nicely, milady.
Thank heavens you got everything settled. You had me worried.
It's not quite settled, I'm afraid. He won't get off that easily.
- But you're happy? - I am.
And what about you?
I'm so happy, so very happy I feel my chest will explode.
It's so lovely that you're here.
Come behind us.
- I can't. I'm not family. - But you almost are.
- Morning. - Thank you.
Molesley.
I'm very grateful to you for keeping Mr Branson up to the mark.
We both are, aren't we?
We certainly are.
Thank you, sir.
This is a proud day, Mrs Hughes.
I don't know if I'm proud, but I'm very glad you're happy, Mr Carson.
- You're next, darling. You'll see. - Will I?
It's so encouraging to see the future unfurl.
As long as you remember it will bear no resemblance to the past.
Good luck.
You came.
To be honest, I wasn't completely sure you would.
I'm glad to hear it. I should hate to be predictable.
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