04x08 - Episode Eight

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MARY: I assume Drewe knows we're coming.

BRANSON: Yes. I sent a note yesterday.

EDITH: Have the pigs recovered, do you think?

They look in good shape to me, after the shock of their arrival.

BRANSON: But why didn't he check to see

... they all had water before he left for the night?

Maybe he thought a full trough was enough.

He wasn't to know they'd kick it over.

Mr Branson is right. He should have made sure.

You would have done.

Where did you learn about pigs?

We've always had pigs at Yew Tree, m'lady.

Not many, but enough to learn their ways.

Thank heavens you did.

So, have you found a man to take over?

Not yet.

First, we'd like to know if you'd want the job.

Me? You mean I'm to manage the pigs for the estate, as well as my farm?

It's asking a lot.

I can do it. If you're sure.

Let's give it a try, see how we get on.

I'm very grateful, m'lady.

This is the second good turn I've received from your family, and I just hope I can pay back a favour one day.

How nice of you.

I don't know if it's much of a favour.

We're giving you a lot of work. Work's like old age, m'lady.

The worst thing in the world except for the alternative.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

It's only me.

I always feel that greeting betrays such a lack of self worth.

How are we today?

My dear, please stop talking to me as if I were a child past hope.

Very well. How are you feeling?

Like Doctor Manette.

If I don't get out of this house soon, I shall remember nothing but my number.

Then why don't we walk to the Abbey this afternoon, if it's fine?

Hear how Robert's getting on in America.

Is it really called the Teapot Dome scandal?

It seems so unlikely. What's it about?

What is it always about? Bribery and corruption.

Taking money to allow private companies to drill for oil on Government land.

Mr Levinson has one of these companies?

I assume so.

Have you ever met him? Once. At the wedding.

And once was quite enough.

I can't tell you how thrilling that sounds. I'll be waiting for you.

We'll have such a lovely day.

Who was that? No-one. Just a friend.

You have to pull your weight with the bazaar.

It seems to have crept up on me.

Does Cousin Robert usually do it?

He does. Half the village hates the other half and only he can stop them tearing each other's throats out.

I admire that. It's a real skill.

Mr Molesley, erm, is it true that you were a valet?

For the late Mr Crawley?

And butler to his mother before that.

I've come down in the world. You can climb up again.

Maybe. But life kicks the stuffing out of you sometimes, doesn't it?

Oh, I've had my stuffing kicked out more than once.

I've woken and wondered if there was any point to it.

Yet here I am, lady's maid to a countess.

So, it can happen.

Now you've made me curious.

I'm curious about something and you could help me.

Do you know if Mr and Mrs Bates have had a falling out?

Mr and Mrs Bates? That doesn't sound very likely.

Can I ask you to put that machine away?

We'll be laying for tea in a minute. Of course.

Is everything ready for the servants' tea?

Oh, is it just me or do we have twice the bills we used to?

Ivy, this is for you.

Did you find those oyster shells for the kettle?

I've put them in. About time. It were full of scale.

(GASPS)

What in God's name was that about?

Don't rise to it. She just wants us to think her life's interesting.

Anything interesting? I'm reading about County Politics.

They're looking for candidates for the local Council.

Why don't you put yourself forward?

But what are my politics these days? I'm not sure.

You could always read a bit about it.

You won't find many books on the Liberal ideals in this room.

And nothing at all about Socialism.

If you're serious about driving me to Thirsk tomorrow, perhaps we might find some then.

Are you better now, Granny?

If you'd been to see me, you'd know.

Don't bully me. I'm not up to it.

No. Rosamund told me.

When? What did she say?

Only that you needed a little cherishing, that's all.

BLAKE: So Mr Drewe's accepted your officer.

MARY: I'm so pleased.

The Drewes have been at Yew Tree Farm for many years.

I suppose you think that's sentimental bosh, Mr Blake.

Don't be too hard on him, Granny.

Mr Blake has a softer side than we first gave him credit for.

I'm relieved to hear I am redeemed before we leave for London.

I hope I'm forgiven, too.

I know you thought me very snobbish when you first arrived.

I don't blame you. Given my work, I came as an envoy of the enemy.

Are we too early? Bring them in, Nanny.

I don't think anyone will mind.

Your Papa might, but he isn't here to complain.

One moment, darling, while Mummy puts away her cup.

Oh, here, let me. Hello there.

(BABY CRIES)

Oh, it's all right.

(CHUCKLES)

He's turning into quite a bruiser.

Yes, and I must go. Stay and have some dinner, Mama.

You needn't change. No. Thank you, my dear, but no.

You should change and I should go.

When you go down, can you give a message to Mrs Hughes?

Of course.

Lord Gillingham telephoned today.

He wants to break his journey home.

Tomorrow night.

He'll be here again?

You're right. I shouldn't encourage him, but I couldn't think what to say to persuade him not to.

Do you think me very feeble?

It's not that, m'lady.

Then what is it?

Anna?

It's nothing to bother you with. Please bother me.

If I did, you'd have to promise to do nothing about it.

But how does this concern Lord Gillingham?

It doesn't, m'lady. It's nothing to do with Lord Gillingham himself.

But then... It's his man, m'lady.

His servant, Mr Green, who travels with him.

Oh, my God.

But the police ought to - No!

I must tell Lord Gillingham. No, m'lady, you promised.

Mr Bates doesn't know it was him.

But the more he comes here, the more likely it is that Mr Bates will find out.

Then I'll telephone him and tell him not to come, or not to bring Green.

I'm frightened every time Mr Green and Mr Bates are in the same room.

You think, if he guesses, he'll do something.

And if he does, they'll hang him.

Or lock him up and throw away the key.

Jimmy, the savouries can go in and Daisy'll bring up the sauce.

And now perhaps you can explain why you have apparently been under hypnosis since dinner began.

I don't know what you mean. Yes, you do.

Mooning about like a sloth under water.

Well?

You know I had a letter earlier?

It were from Alfred. It seems his father d*ed and Alfred's coming up for the funeral.

Oh, I am sorry. That's not all.

He says he wants to marry me.

What?! Just like that?

He says the way I behaved towards him when he were last here made him hope that things had changed between us.

Well, you were very friendly. That's not all.

He wants me to leave Downton and go up to London.

He says he can find me a job. Blimey.

He puts a lot in a letter, does Alfred.

They're serving the savouries. We'll talk about it later.

Now, er, put the water on for the coffee.

That's enough for one day, surely. You can finish them tomorrow.

Shall we walk back to the cottage? The others are going to bed.

What were you saying to Mrs Hughes?

Just that Lord Gillingham's asked himself for the night again.

He can't stay away.

Yes. It's a bit of a tangle.

Do you think she's sweet on him?

They're sweet on each other, but it's not as simple as that, is it?

Then there's Mr Blake. I thought she didn't like him.

She didn't. At first.

Anyway, they can sort it out between them.

And Mr Green.

He'll be coming back.

Have you gone off him?

Why do you say that?

You liked him so much when he first came.

You thought he was funny. Did I?

I can't remember.

So, you're pleased with Mr Drewe?

I am. And I'm very pleased with the pigs too. They're a grand addition.

When they've settled, you ought to consider dairy.

Another job for the splendid Mr Drewe.

I think he IS rather splendid.

He seems to want to make farming at Downton his life's work.

That's very lyrical.

Lady Rosamund Painswick is on the telephone, m'lady.

Do you have anything planned for today?

Some shopping. That's all.

Do you think I should write and give him my answer?

If you're sure about it. I don't want to marry Alfred.

Then there's no more to be said.

Even if I did, I wouldn't care to tie myself down yet.

How do I know what life has in store?

You're a very optimistic generation, I'll say that.

What are you talking about? Nothing.

I wish you'd say, cos it's clear as day you're up to something.

None of us know when Papa's coming back.

But yes, we must tell her before then.

In fact, I've had an idea.

Well, if you're sure, then why not?

We've already got friends of Mary staying. Ring with the train time.

ROSAMUND: 'Bye-bye dear.'

Who was that? Aunt Rosamund.

She's coming to see how Granny is. Why are you down so early?

I've got to check some figures with Tom before he goes into Thirsk.

Quite the businesswoman.

We must rise to life's challenges.

Yes, I suppose we must.

Let's meet in the book shop in ten minutes.

I've got some letters to post. I'll see you there.

Thank you.

Good day.

Don't, don't do that.

You mustn't be so self-conscious.

A black singer with the daughter of a marquess in a Yorkshire town?

Why should we attract any attention? Well, that's their problem.

It doesn't have to be ours.

I'm terribly puffed that you made the journey.

Me too, but... But what?

I hope we're brave enough for this. Of course we are!

Isn't it time people knew there are bigger and better values than the mean-spirited ones they live by?

Does Lady Grantham know you're out for the day?

It won't matter as long as I'm back for dinner.

Are you playing tonight? I wouldn't be here if I were.

I can stay for as long as you want.

Well, I want you to stay forever, but six o'clock will do.

You're not very talkative. What's the matter?

I was thinking about a couple of people who are in a situation which will cause trouble.

Will it make them unhappy?

It's hard to say.

It'll make some people unhappy.

I thought I might make some coffee. Would you like a cup?

No, thank you.

It's just coffee. You won't have to surrender any of your independence.

Er, you win.

Er, milk but no sugar.

Miss Baxter, I do know what it's like, to feel fragile.

I've felt fragile my whole life.

You'll have realised by now that, down here, we don't much care for Mr Barrow, which may offend you.

I'm not...offended.

But I wish you'd give us credit for making up our own minds about you.

Hello.

This is Miss... Bunting. Sarah Bunting.

And this is Mrs Crawley.

I met Miss Bunting at the political meeting you sent me to. In Ripon.

Ah, so that was the reason. Why do you say that?

He wasn't exactly enthralled to the cause of the Liberals.

Though I'm not now convinced by his Socialism. Why not?

I didn't know then that you were the land agent and son-in-law of our local milord. I'm surprised I'm so famous.

Won't you defend your principles?

No, not now.

Then I will. Mr Branson is a keen political thinker.

He proves this by not being afraid to question his own beliefs.

Very eloquent. I'd stay to argue, but I'm late.

Do you live around here?

I work here.

At the school.

It was nice to see you again.

Hello, Miss. Hello.

She knows her own mind. Yes, I think she does.

Apparently, he left the Dalrymples straight after breakfast, so I missed him when I telephoned.

You did your best. I am so sorry.

(KNOCK ON DOOR)

Come in!

No tails? You know Granny's coming.

Oh, God, is she? I didn't realise.

No, don't change. It's time she learned about the real world.

A phrase with more than one definition.

Can I have a word?

I've seen something, and I'm not saying there's anything wrong about it, but I'd feel uncomfortable if I kept it to myself.

I'm all ears.

This morning in Thirsk,... I saw Rose.

Yes, she was shopping.

No, she was not shopping.

She was...meeting a man.

I saw her as she reached up to stroke his cheek.

Oh, golly. Who is it this time?

It was Jack Ross - the singer with the band who came up for your father's party.

Well, that's it. I've told you and I have nothing more to add.

(DOOR CLOSES)

(SOBS)

Anna?

She's told you, then?

Don't give me away Mrs Hughes, please.

I can get through it.

My maid said you were waiting in here.

Everyone else is in the drawing room.

I know, but I thought you'd want to hear.

I think I know how I can keep the baby.

What? How?

There's a tenant farmer, whose family has been at Downton for years. I'm sure he can be trusted.

This is very reckless.

Well, what would you suggest?

I'd suggest that we go away, you and me, on an extended trip to...somewhere.

Then the baby can be adopted by a childless couple in that country, wherever it may be, and they are made very happy.

And the baby is happy, and you are...

..well, if not happy, at least free.

But I wouldn't be part of its growing up?

You wouldn't be part of its life.

Why is my idea so reckless?

Oh my dear, where shall I start?

Suppose the farmer talks?

Suppose you're seen visiting his home, which I presume is the idea?

Suppose the baby looks like you and people in the village notice?

Suppose you talk?

(DOOR OPENS)

I left a list somewhere that I need for Mrs Patmore.

You know Lord Gillingham is here.

Er, yes. We were just chatting. We're coming now.

I'm desperately trying to take control of the bazaar.

Talk about herding cats. I'll stay and help if you want.

You may regret saying that.

And while I'm here, we can discuss a plan that I'd like to get settled.

I've always wanted to speak better French than I do, so I thought I'd take a few months off, go to...Switzerland and really learn it. I see. Not France?

You know what the French are like.

While Switzerland is so clean.

And they have wonderful hospitals... in case we get ill.

We? I wondered if Edith might like to come. Keep me company.

I'll pay.

What do you have to say about that?

I'd like to.

Goodness. Oh. Well,...why not?

Golly, life is full of surprises.

But I'd better check to see that the young men are keeping the peace.

(DOOR CLOSES)

So we won't have to tell her?

I don't think we need to, do you?

Can you really afford to spend four months reading novels in the Alps?

Why ask the question when the decision has been made?

Come on, we ought to join the others.

Have you been wandering round Scotland since we saw you?

I have. I was on the Spey.

I did a tour of the cousinage, then a wedding in Ayrshire.

I've enjoyed myself. It gave me time to think for once.

Oh, what about particularly?

My life, I suppose.

Everyone should, from time to time.

Oh, I can't agree. In my experience it's a dangerous occupation.

Dangerous? Well, no life appears rewarding if you think too much about it.

I gather you've launched into pigs these days.

Yes. And their arrival was quite the adventure, in which Mr Blake and Mary were the hero and heroine.

Is this what you wouldn't tell me when I was last here?

Only because I didn't want to make too much of it.

Lady Mary was perfectly splendid. Lady Mary IS perfectly splendid.

Really, Charles, are you a pig expert, as well?

He was that night, thank heaven.

Rosamund and Edith have some exciting news.

What's that?

We're going on a sabbatical so we can really improve our French.

The only thing I ever learned from my governess was how to say "please", "thank you" and "I have a temperature."

Very useful if one were travelling.

Do you remember her, Mama? She was always in tears.

Oh, poor Mademoiselle. Her life was full of...(IN FRENCH) complications.

(CHUCKLES)

I think she quite enjoyed it, though.

But why you? You don't want to learn French.

Or is this an incognito search for the missing Mr Gregson?

Don't tease her. It's much more serious than that.

Thank you, Tom.

If you must know, I fancy getting away for a bit.

Oh. Like Lord Gillingham, thinking his way around the Highlands.

I like Scotland, me. At least, I would if I'd ever been there.

Well, I've had a bellyful of heather and no mistake.

Aren't you going to fight back, Mrs Hughes?

Mr Green can think what he likes.

So you're glad you're on your way to London?

It'll be all I can do to stop singing when I get in the car.

Where do you live when you're there? His lordship's got a set at Albany.

Is that handy for the West End? You're joking.

Piccadilly one end, Saville Row the other.

Oh, you lucky tyke. I AM a lucky tyke.

Do you like London, Miss Baxter? Not particularly.

I lived there at one time but it didn't work for me.

What about you, Anna? Do you fancy a taste of Mr Green's life?

I'm happy where I am, thank you.

Rose was badgering me about going up to London again but she's been enough lately, don't you think? I certainly do.

After all, she's got to have some novelty when we bring her out.

Quite right. She can help with the bazaar.

That'll take her mind off things.

Trouble is, parenting an adult especially when it's someone else's daughter s really a matter of mutual agreement.

There's a limit to how much one can simply forbid.

Sshh. Here she is. Actually, I want a word with her.

Rose, darling. Can I drag you into my room for a moment?

Anna, could you leave us for a minute?

Of course.

This is early for you to go to bed. I had rather a tiring day.

So I heard.

Well, I heard you had an interesting day.

Whether or not it was tiring, you know better than I.

Who told you?

My dear, all I want is for you not to lose control of your life.

I love him.

And I won't listen to any imperialist nonsense about racial purity and how he should be horsewhipped for daring to dream.

Don't you know me better than that?

I'm going to marry him, Mary.

I don't care what it costs and I won't keep it a secret.

Not once I've told Mummy.

I want to see her face crumble when she finds out.

Rose!

I feel we're driving you away.

Oh, hardly. We're in grave danger of outstaying our welcome.

If Tony hadn't offered us a lift we'd be here forever.

I hope you'll be back soon. Good luck with your bazaar.

Can't you stay and lend me a hand? Don't tempt me.

I'm so grateful for your advice and wisdom.

And not least for the very practical and muddy pig rescue.

Glad to be of service, m'lady.

Are you going straight there? We might stop for some lunch...

It's kind of you to give them a lift.

Pure self interest. I couldn't leave Charles here, alone with you.

Will you let me see you when you're next down south?

What would be the point, Tony?

I'm never going to be your mistress.

That's not me at all.

I've made up my mind to call off the engagement.

Does Mabel know? Not yet.

I haven't been in London since... and I must tell her face to face.

Of course you must, but I wish you'd think seriously before you do.

You mean you're going to turn me down again.

I've told you I'm not on the market, Tony.

I'm not free.

Sometimes I almost wish I were, but I'm not.

And that's all there is to it.

Oh, you have been incredibly kind to put up with us for so long.

We'll miss you. The house will seem rather empty.

If it were my choice, I should never be away from here.

Can I ask you one thing? How do you feel about your man?

I'm still not very keen on him. Why?

We'd better get started. So, this really is goodbye.

Not for long, I hope.

You took the words right out of my mouth.

I'm sorry to see them go. Not as sorry as Mary.

What's a group noun for suitors?

What do you think? A desire?

A desire of suitors. Very good.

If you're going to talk nonsense, I have better things to do.

I've posted the letter. Well, he'll probably still come.

He's got to be in Yorkshire for the funeral, whatever you said.

Whatever she said to who?

Oh, just tell me. I know you've got a secret, and if you're trying to spare my feelings it's not working.

Alfred's written.

His father's d*ed, so he's coming for the burial.

He wants to look in and see us all. See us all, or see her?

Alfred's asked me to marry him. But she's turned him down.

So his heart's broken properly this time. Are you satisfied now?

Why don't we leave the subject there? We don't want to fall out.

We can't fall out, we've never fallen in!

So they got off in good order.

I wonder how long it'll take for them all to propose to Mary.

Isn't Lord Gillingham engaged?

He's supposed to be, but he still seems as keen as mustard.

(CHUCKLES)

Well, that is very interesting.

But it's not why I asked you here.

Oh? No.

I want to know what you were doing at Downton.

I don't understand.

Why shouldn't I come to Downton? I grew up here.

I see I'll have to take the slow path.

You telephone to say Edith is to be cherished, but you don't say why.

Didn't I? No.

Next, you invite yourself to Downton and reveal at dinner that you and Edith are retreating to the continent for several months so you can improve your French. Yes.

Rosamund has no interest in French.

If she wishes to be understood by a foreigner, she shouts.

That's not fair.

Isn't it time one of you told me the truth?

If I told you the truth, Granny, you would never speak to me again.

Then you HAVE told me the truth.

But I would like to hear it enunciated more clearly.

Right. Now, we must all look lively.

They're starting to set up the stalls for the bazaar today and her ladyship will need all hands on deck.

James, Mr Molesley, if you could both keep an eye on things.

Do we get paid extra? No, but if you play your cards right, you'll avoid a clip round the ear.

I'll ask Mrs Patmore for some refreshment for the village people.

This is an early warning that they're coming to set up the stalls for Saturday, so we'd better have sandwiches and beer at the ready.

As I feared. Alfred's looking in on Saturday on his way back to London.

So he'll be here for the bazaar.

He does know there's no hope with Ivy?

Well, that's why he's written to me. But he says he wants to see her.

It's not going to be very easy for Daisy.

I thought I'd give her the day off. You won't mind, will you?

If you think it best. It's you who'll do the extra work, not me.

What a nightmare.

The man selling ices is ill so I've got to find another.

The grocers from Easingwold and Malton can't be side by side, and I've got to decide the house menus with Mrs Patmore.

I'll do that. Tend to the bazaar.

Are you sure? Because if you are... I'm sure.

When's Cousin Robert coming back? I don't know. I wish I did.

We've had no word from him in days.

What is it?

I've got to tell someone, or I'll just explode.

Tell someone what? Oh, Mary.

What do you think?

I'm engaged!

(DOOR CLOSES)

But what was so urgent?

First, can you join me for luncheon today?

Well, I suppose so. I ought to go back and tell Mrs Field. Why?

I've got Lord Merton coming.

Mary's Godfather?

Mm. It was fixed years ago, but now Robert's off on his travels, Cora is too busy... and Mary's chucked.

For what reason? Suddenly she has to be in London.

I think Rosamund's still here. Oh, no, she can't stand him.

I could ask Edith. She might be free.

Oh, I hope so.

I'm a feeble substitute for the entire Crawley family.

Mmm, yes, but you're better than nothing.

How warming you make that sound.

Oh, I'm ever so glad to find you. Can you help me do these?

What's the rush?

Lady Mary has to go to London.

Why? I'm not sure.

But she wants me to go with her. Of course.

When will you be back? Tomorrow evening, but we'll be late.

It's not fair.

I stop you going to New York and then I set off for London.

Don't be silly.

(KNOCKS ON DOOR)

Come in.

Mr Carson, I'd like to go into York tomorrow. I hope you don't mind.

You've got no duties here. Why should I mind?

I'll set off first thing, if you've no objection.

Be my guest, Mr Bates.

I still don't understand why you're not in NEW York, so I can hardly object to York.

Enjoy yourself.

Very good. Well done, ladies.

Can I have a go? It's not ready yet.

Anyway, you're a bit of a shrimp, aren't you?

I'm a shrimp with muscles, me.

We'll find that out on Saturday.

I've never had a go on one of those. It's not your sort of thing.

More sandwiches and more beer. It's like a plague of locusts.

Busy, Mr Molesley? I like the bazaar.

I always enjoy it. I hope you will.

Can't you help her to, Mr Molesley?

Oh, get off with you, you cheeky devil.

Alfred's coming Saturday, in't he? How do you know that?

I heard you and Mrs Hughes talking. Well I, I were going to mention it, because I wondered if you'd rather be away.

What about all the work? Oh, it's mostly done by then.

If you'd rather avoid him, I won't mind.

Could I go and see Mr Mason?

That's a good idea.

Stay away as late as you like. Just to be safe.

CORA: But why the urgency?

I can't explain, but I swear if you knew, you'd approve.

What this? What's happened? Mary has to go to London.

It's no big thing. I'll be back tomorrow night.

Can I come? No.

Well, why not? Because Mama needs you here.

Goodbye, then. Bye, Rose.

Do you want to stay at the house? I'll telephone if you do.

Could you? You're an angel.

I told Mead he could visit his sister in Swindon, but they'll do the best they can. Thank you.

How mysterious.

Is anything wrong?

The car's packed in, my friend's gone for help.

Would you like me to have a look? I don't want to hold you up.

I've no appointment. I was on my way to Skipton to see some suppliers and compare prices.

How impressive.

I thought that when the agent was a cousin or son-in-law, he had free sh**ting for life, but others did the work.

To quote my wife's grandmother, you've been reading Socialist newspapers again.

(CHUCKLES)

You should know.

Is this wise?

You've heard some of my story, but not all of it.

I came to Downton to be the chauffeur.

Now...

That was a splendid luncheon.

Quite a change for me. Oh, I can't believe that.

It's true. I eat nothing but nursery food.

(THE LADIES CHUCKLE)

Perhaps you need a new cook. It's not her fault.

I never know what to order.

A husband is told so often he's going to die first, you never think you're going to have to manage on your own.

I doubt Doctor Crawley would have managed any better.

I'm so interested he was a doctor.

I wanted to study medicine myself, but my father didn't really...

Didn't see it as a profession for a gentleman.

I don't believe he'd have gone that far.

But he didn't think it quite suitable for a peer, no.

I must try and find an example to rebut that.

Well, I must be going.

Let me take you. My car's outside.

I can easily walk.

I'd like to. Please.

Then...thank you.

(BELL TINKLES)

I should go too, Granny.

No. Stay.

I want to speak to you.

So were you still the chauffeur when you married?

That's a long story.

Everything with you's a long story.

That one had a happy ending.

For a time, anyway.

I know she d*ed.

I'm so sorry.

She must have been a very unusual and independent person.

(LAUGHS) You could say that again.

It's nice that they asked you to stay, to make your life here.

I have a little daughter, and it seemed the right thing.

Still, it makes me take a kinder view of the family.

Oh? What do you have against them?

Nothing.

But, as a rule, I don't really warm to their type.

I don't believe in types.

I believe in people.

Now give it a try.

(ENGINE STARTS)

I really am very grateful. Thank you.

I don't often say it, but Rosamund is right.

I do not know this Mr...Mr Drewe,...

..but even if he is everything you say, to keep the child here would be like a permanent sword of Damocles, inches from your head.

But I can't bear the thought of giving it away.

And is it right that it should grow up Swiss?

Well, Switzerland has everything to offer,...

..except perhaps conversation.

And one can learn to live without that.

And if Michael turns up?

Well, if you want my advice, start again.

Now, I will pay for everything.

Aunt Rosamund said she would.

You'll be quite enough in her debt as it is.

Take any more, and she'll start exacting annual tribute.

What do your sons do? I assume they do something.

Remember I met Larry at that dinner?

Ah, don't remind me.

They do work.

Larry's in banking and Tim's in the diplomatic, so nothing very startling there. What about yours?

Matthew was a lawyer.

Oh, has he given it up?

He's...

He's dead.

I thought you would know that.

Oh, good God.

I'm terribly sorry. I... I'd forgotten for a moment who you were.

Don't worry. Please.

How is Mary? I do wish I could have seen her today.

Well, slow to start with, but now she's on her way, which I'm glad of.

I heard they were well suited. Yes.

They were happy, which makes the parting worse, but gives you strength in the end, as we know.

You maybe. Not me.

Lady Merton and I were not exactly meant to be together.

We struggled on, of course, as everyone did in those days, but I'm not sure now how sensible it was.

I envy you, your wonderful memories, but I can't pretend to match them.

(DOOR OPENS)

Is Mr Ross here yet?

Who shall I say is calling? Rose's cousin.

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Lady Mary. Huh.

I was wondering if it would be you.

How did you know someone was coming?

Rose telephoned.

She said she'd told you we were about to set the date.

I just made some tea. Would you like a cup?

Thank you.

I suppose you're here to say that Lord Flintshire would find the prospect of a black son-in-law preposterous.

And your father would agree.

To be fair to Papa, he'd find your being a band singer even harder to swallow than your colour.

(LAUGHS)

Mr Ross, are you sure about this?

Marriage is a challenge, even when everyone wants it.

Even if everyone prays you'll be happy.

You mean in our case, they'll all be trying to pull us apart.

Every hour of every day.

Tell me, do you think she loves you?

Don't you believe in us?

I believe in you. I'm not so sure about her.

She may love you a bit, but mostly I'd say she wants to shock her mother, whom incidentally, she hates.

That's what my mother said.

She said Rose must be proving some point.

You and my mother have a lot in common.

Tell me honestly: Do you think you can survive what they'll do to you?

Because I don't believe Rose could.

It may come as something of a relief for you to hear that

I will not be marrying Rose.

You won't? No.

I've enjoyed her dreams.

I think she's more than you allow.

But?

I don't want to spoil her life.

I don't want to watch while people point at her and jeer.

I love her.

I want her to be happy.

So you'll end it?

Yes.

I should probably have stopped it sooner, but at any rate,...

..I'm stopping it now.

So will you tell Rose, or shall I? I'll tell her.

I'll write to her.

She'll get it tomorrow.

It doesn't mean I think it's right.

I wouldn't give in if we lived in even a slightly better world.

It may surprise you, Mr Ross, but if we lived in a better world, I wouldn't want you to.

(DOOR OPENS)

I've been downstairs, m'lady. They're making dinner for you now.

I don't want a lot. I've told them that.

How are you?

Much as I was yesterday.

Much as I will be tomorrow.

Anna, I've decided to see Lord Gillingham.

I'm sorry, but I must do something.

I'll telephone and suggest we meet for luncheon.

Then I'll ask him straight out to dismiss his valet.

I won't say why.

That makes me so nervous. Don't be.

No-one needs to know the reason.

Green simply won't be back at Downton again.

Is Bates going to challenge Lord Gillingham as to why he has a different valet?

I suppose not.

So you have nothing to fear if he pays us a visit.

And will he, m'lady?

(DOOR OPENS)

Er, dinner's on the table, m'lady.

I'm not sure Mead would have put it like that, but thank you.

So, we decorate the stalls today. You all know the drill.

And remember, anything shabby shows Downton in a bad light.

And we can't have that. No, Mrs Hughes, we can't.

Will you come?

It'll give you a chance to meet a few people from the village.

Is it not just the estate workers? Oh, no, no.

The whole area gets behind the Church bazaar.

You're very lucky, you know.

(LAUGHS)

Nobody's ever called me that. Least of all myself.

To grow up in a village where people know and like you, where your family's respected. Plenty would give an eye for that.

I'm not used to feeling lucky.

Well, you should be.

Are we trying for a colour scheme?

Goodness, I thought I'd be down before anyone.

Oh, no. This is one task that demands an early start.

The tent's up for the tea. They're fetching tables and chairs from the barn.

Don't let them mess up the grass when they drive them back.

Rose! One, two, three, lift.

Oh! I can manage.

Rose... Should you be doing this?

Why? What are you afraid of? That I'll lose the baby?

So they've made you a beast of burden now?

That's right. And they're not taking advantage?

Are they ready for these? Give me those. James!

Could you take these to the tent, please?

May I present Miss Bunting?

She teaches at the village school. I'm very interested in the school.

You know Lady Grantham?

Of course. It's nice to meet you, but I'm afraid I must get on.

So that's the great Countess of Grantham.

It is. Another beast of burden.

I'll sack him if you insist, but tell me why. It's only fair.

I don't know if it's fair or unfair, but I can't.

Not even a hint? I've said what I can.

He's done something you'd find...abhorrent.

(SIGHS) Well, you win.

But it does seem mean, even if I don't like him very much.

You wouldn't think it mean if you knew the truth.

Well, I believe you.

I love you and I believe you.

Have you spoken to Mabel?

I have. But I wasn't going to bring it up.

Why not? I don't want to twist your arm.

And I know that you won't make a decision until it suits you.

How did she take it? I'm so pleased you asked.

I think the answer is with real style.

Well, I'm glad.

And now, can you get the bill? I'm terribly late.

I must catch the last train. It's the Church bazaar tomorrow.

I won't give up, Mary.

Not until you walk down the aisle with another man, and very possibly not even then.

I find that both irritating and beguiling in equal measure.

Should I take comfort from that? Take what you like.

I'm going.

And do what I ask with Green,...

..and please let me know when you've done it.

You sent for me?

I wouldn't put it like that.

I just wondered if you might be free.

Oh. Your wish is my command.

These came this morning from Lord Merton. As a thank you.

That was kind of him. But what part do I play in it?

They're for you.

For me? Surely not.

Yes, he sent me some too, these came with them.

I read the card.

He asks forgiveness for his tactlessness.

Was he tactless? He didn't mean to be tactless.

How nice. Mmm.

Very nice. (CHUCKLES)

Quite...quite surprising, but very nice.

I'm just going up to see if they need anything more.

Can you leave these for one of the hall boys?

I'll do them, Mr Carson. I don't mind.

You took your time in York.

Yes, it was quite a long day.

What were you up to? Oh, this and that.

MAN: One, two, three, go!

Lovely to see you again. Thank you very much.

You got his letter, then?

You're so disappointing, Mary.

I thought you understood, and you're just like my mother.

No, I'm not. But I understand this f you're going to complicate your life, do it for the right reasons.

James, I'm putting the tea tent in your charge.

Make sure they don't run out of anything.

But her ladyship said we were to enjoy ourselves.

Let us consider this.

She wants you to enjoy yourself, I want you to run the tent.

Now, which of us can make your life more uncomfortable?

Mr Molesley.

Mr Molesley! Mr Molesley!

Tell those people where they're supposed to park.

Wait a minute. It's his lordship! His lordship's back!

Tell the others! His lordship's back!

James!

How can you be here?!

Why didn't you send a message?

We would have made such a fuss! You're a beast!

Oh, not quite a beast, I hope.

I wanted to surprise you and I think I have.

Papa, you should have let us know! When did you get in?

This morning. I'd forgotten about the bazaar.

I was right not to distract you all from your labours.

What happened to Uncle Harold? A reprimand, but nothing more.

So it was worth your going.

I don't think I made a bit of difference, but let's hold on to that fiction.

How was it? Interesting.

Very modern...and very interesting.

How's it been here?

Not very interesting and not very modern.

Carson. Hello, Bates. Have you missed me?

Because I've certainly missed you.

Good to see you back, m'lord.

You're back.

I can't believe it.

If you knew how many times I'd imagined this scene.

This is a treat. It's been a while.

I'm sorry if I've stayed away.

Nay, no apologies. Not from you. Not here.

You're my daughter-in-law, you're all that I've got left of my son.

Whether you come here or not, this is your home.

I do love it when I come. I'm glad.

That's it.

Oh, there you are, Alfred. Nice to see you. Have a glass of this.

Is Ivy about? I'm just here.

Thank you.

How was the funeral? Was well attended.

So that's something for my mother to hold on to.

I read your letter.

I'm sorry if I hurt your feelings. No, I'm sorry.

I got the wrong end of the stick when I were last up here, but it were my mistake.

All you did was...try and give me a nice welcome, and you can't feel sorry for that.

We can part as friends?

We can, as far as I'm concerned.

Is Daisy here?

I wanted to see if she and I could be friends an' all before I go.

She's gone to Mr Mason's farm for the day.

She won't be back till late. Oh.

Daisy, are you here to avoid seeing Alfred?

Ivy's turned him down again, so he won't come back after today.

What does Mrs Patmore say about it?

To stay away so I don't meet him.

I would advise against that. But why?

I thought you'd be glad if I stayed a bit longer.

I wish you'd stay and never leave, and I hope you will one day, but Mrs Patmore's wrong.

Daisy, there won't be too many people that you love in your life, and he's one.

I don't know what I feel about him. Not now.

Even so, you need to say goodbye to this young man, with nothing jagged, nothing harsh, between you.

I couldn't think of the words.

We'll find them together.

And er, we'll get you back to Downton in time.

Are you bearing up?

In here.

I'm never going to see Michael again, am I?

If you want to go out there and look for him, I'll support you.

They've already done all that.

Police and private detectives and everything.

Well, then you must be patient.

Sometimes I feel that God doesn't want me to be happy.

My dear, all life is a series of problems which we must try and solve.

First one, then the next, and the next,...

..until at last we die.

Why don't you get us an ice cream?

Yes. That should sort it out.

Isn't that Lord Gillingham? What? It can't be. Where?

What does Miss Lane Fox think about it? That's what I wonder.

I agree. He's the most unconvincing fiance I've ever come across.

ROSAMUND: Perhaps she doesn't know.

If we know, she knows. You can count on that.

Green. But how could he be dead?

I'm only telling you what they told me.

That he was in Piccadilly and he..lipped or stumbled and fell into the road.

I don't know what to say.

It just seemed so odd after our conversation yesterday that I felt that I should... bring you the news myself.

Can you explain to me now why you wanted him sacked?

No.

Hello, Tony. Heavens, what a gathering of the clans today's turning out to be.

Would you excuse me for a moment?

I don't suppose it's a good sign to find you back at Downton?

Not really. Not this time.

You mean he fell into the road and he was hit? Yesterday?

By a bus or lorry, apparently.

And someone saw this?

The pavement was crowded. Lots of people saw it.

That's a relief. What do you mean?

Nothing. I don't mean anything.

Mary!

Did your mother warn you I was coming?

She did.

Why are you back in Yorkshire so soon?

I'd no sooner got back than I was despatched to a tenant farmers' convention in Whitby.

But it's over now, so I'll go home from here.

Can I ask you something? Of course.

It's an odd question. Go on.

If you thought a man was involved in a crime, or an incident, but you didn't blame him, in fact you thought right was on his side, what would you do?

It's a bit theoretical for an opinion.

But you don't believe he was wrong? No.

Well, I'm guessing in the dark, but...I suspect I would say nothing.

That isn't fair. It's weighted.

Go on. You have a go, Mr Molesley.

(LAUGHS)

No, no, I won't manage it if Jimmy can't.

Try. I want to see it.

(BELL RINGS)

Well done!

That was cheating.

Well, it...it's in the arms.

It's all to do with the swing, and the swing is in the arms.

So, Miss Baxter, anything to tell me about life since I've been away?

No. Nothing's happened.

I'll find out if it has, you know.

Leave her alone, Mr Barrow.

We don't want any bullying brought back from overseas.

Do we, Miss Baxter?

Now, are there any stalls you'd still like to see?

God, what a relief to be able to drink in public without a policeman pouncing. Down with Prohibition.

You can't mean you never had a drink all the time you were there.

Harold has his uses.

I suppose he does.

And let us hope they both leave us in peace.

A slim hope, I'm afraid.

Martha wants to bring him over next summer for Rose's coming out ball.

Why?

She says she wants to see another London Season before she dies.

(GROANS)

Oh!

(GROANS)

You're still here. Thank goodness.

I caught an early bus, but it was delayed. I thought I'd missed you.

I'm off to the station now, Daisy.

And I won't be back.

My dad's gone and mother's moving to Crewe to be nearer my sister, so I'm glad you're here to say goodbye. I really am.

I've brought you a present.

Mr Mason's made you a basket full of things.

Rolls and cheese and ham, and jams and pickles, and he's put some cider in too, to keep you going on the train home.

That was kind of him, Daisy. Are you sure it wasn't meant for you?

No, he did it for Alfred.

I told him we were old friends, so he did it for you.

You know Ivy turned me down? I do, yes.

I think I've been a bit blind where she's concerned.

Love is blind.

Maybe. But I wonder now I've not been a fool.

You've always been so good to me, Daisy. So true.

But I could never see it.

That's kind of you to say, and good to hear.

I loved you, Alfred. I'll not deny it.

But that's done with now, and what I felt won't come back.

It's time for you to go your way and me to go mine.

But you wish me well? Oh, I do, Alfred, yeah.

So well. So very well.

Friends forever.

Friends forever, Daisy.

Right, now this really is goodbye.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Are you all right, Daisy?

I'll just get this off and pop in the pantry for my apron.

Well, that's that, then.

Do you know, when you brought up that basket,...

..I were so proud of you, I felt like crying out.

If you were my own daughter, I couldn't be prouder than I am now.

(DOOR CLOSES)

You do know why I came today. To see the bazaar.

To see you.

I find - perhaps to my surprise - that since I left, I can't think of anything but you.

To your surprise and my surprise.

I'm only asking for a chance.

Was there really a conference in Whitby?

Of course not.

I'm flattered, Charles, and even moved.

But rather than add to the list of men I've disappointed, it might be kinder to refuse you now and let you off the hook.

Hmm, I'm afraid I couldn't allow that.

Not without putting up a fight.

What are you still doing here?

I wish I knew what you were up to yesterday.

Why did you go? I wanted to get away.

You'd never do anything foolish, would you?

You'd never risk everything we've built together?

Certainly not. You know me.

When I do a thing, I like to have a very good reason for doing it.

(DOOR CLOSES)

Where have you two been hiding?

In plain view, where all good tricksters hide.

Look what I've found. Tom, will you see if there are some clean glasses on that table?

Well done, my dear. A real triumph.

I hope so.

I've told them they can clear up the rest tomorrow.

I thought that was the best bazaar I've known here.

Certainly. At least since your father and I were running it.

(THEY LAUGH)

And now, as the Prodigal Husband home from the sea, let me raise a glass to my extraordinary wife who can clearly manage far better in my absence. Cora.

Lady Grantham. Cora. Mama.

Very well done, Lady Grantham. And now, I'm afraid, I should be going.

It was so kind of you to come.

I don't suppose I could ask YOU for a lift this time? I came by train but I'd much rather drive. Certainly.

I'll see you off.

What sort of menage has that turned into while I've been away?