Episode 4

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ You didn't quarrel, then?

No.

My cousin was good to me.

But in the end, it was another country and I'd moved away one time too many.

And besides, I had taken Sybbie away from you.

What right had I to do that?

You had every right, but it did seem a shame.

I wish we had a photograph of all our faces when you walked in.

I hope I didn't steal their thunder.

Oh, no.

I think it gave it an added lift.

How is Sybbie this morning?

Tired, but glad to be here.

What will you do, Mary?

Now that Tom's home?

Exactly what I was doing.

Why?

Well, surely he'll go back to being the agent?

ROBERT: Can't we allow Tom a few days to settle in before we start fighting?

You'll get no fight from me.

I want to do what's right for everyone.

Why don't you come down to the office later and I'll bring you up to date.

Any word from Carson?

He rang to say they'd arrived safely, m'lord.

But that's all.

We could have managed something a little better than Scarborough.

I offered, but that's what they wanted.

When do we expect Rosamund?

Tomorrow, for dinner.

Why is she coming?

EDITH: She says just to see us, but I'm sure she wants to get stuck in with the row about the hospital.

Well, at least she'll be reinforcements for Cora and Isobel.

Do you think she'll take their side?

Against Granny?

Every time.

Miss Baxter, Sergeant Willis rang earlier.

He wants to look in.

MOLESLEY: What's this?

The Sergeant is coming here later.

What for?

To see Miss Baxter.

(bell rings) Oh, that's her ladyship.

I must go.

What do the police want with Miss Baxter?

ANNA: It makes a nice change.

Good to know we can joke about it.

Well, it's no joke to Miss Baxter.

Who spoke to him?

MRS. PATMORE: Sergeant Willis?

Me.

I did.

Next time run it past me, Mrs. Patmore, before you issue an invitation.

I am the butler now.

For the next five minutes.

Until Mr. Carson gets back.

And don't let's forget it!

When did this arrive?

Mr. Spratt walked up with it first thing this morning, m'lady.

Lady Grantham wants to bring Lady Shackleton when she comes for dinner tomorrow.

That's nice.

Is it?

It's only so dear Mama has an ally when we start fighting.

She thinks Lady Rosamund and Mrs. Crawley are on my side.

Heigh ho, I'll telephone her when I go down.

MARY: Now we're out of Edith's earshot, what do you really want?

To be joint agents?

I wouldn't mind.

Maybe.

But if I am to live out my life here, I need to find something to do that isn't just about the estate.

How enterprising.

I've changed since I've been away.

I'm still not a traditionalist.

The King should not rely on my support.

Which wouldn't surprise Papa.

But I don't feel the same about capitalism, not American capitalism anyway.

Where a hard-working man can go right to the top, all the way in a single lifetime.

Which still isn't true here.

Not yet.

But I've a sense it's going to change.

And in the not-too-distant future.

I hope that doesn't worry you.

Tom, you're my brother.

I want what you want.

In your work, in your life.

No more Miss Buntings, if you have any pity, but even in that, don't please us, please yourself.

What about you?

Have you regretted dismissing your suitors?

No.

Come in here.

Mr. Carson won't mind.

WILLIS: Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

Good morning, Miss Baxter.

Is this about the Bateses?

No, no, no, it's not about the Bateses.

They're off the hook.

But then... what's Miss Baxter done, if it's not to do with them?

Would you rather I questioned you alone, Miss Baxter?

Mrs. Hughes wouldn't like it.

I've asked Mr. Molesley to be with me if I'm allowed.

He's outside.

Oh.

Well, of course... (laughs lightly) if I'm not wanted...

It's not...

I understand, I understand.

Go on.

I won't beat about the bush, Miss Baxter.

You'll know who I mean by a Mr. Peter Coyle.

Yes, I do.

He is currently on bail for theft.

That doesn't seem to surprise you.

Correct.

He is accused alongside a young woman who worked in the same house, and I'm afraid that most of the evidence will count against her.

Again, you do not surprise me.

Well, this is it.

He's pleading innocence, but our records show that while he's never been convicted, he's been close to several crimes in the past, always carried out by women, and he's escaped prosecution every time.

We know he worked in the same house as you and that he left on the day that you stole the jewels from your mistress.

That's true.

Now, those jewels were never found and you've kept silent, but we believe he profited from the theft.

We want you to testify to that effect, as a character witness.

We are only trying to protect vulnerable young women from him in the future.

He's ruined several lives.

I'll leave you now, Miss Baxter.

Please consider my request.

Of course she will, Sergeant Willis.

Then I'll take the liberty of calling again.

Goodbye.

I dare say this Mr. Coyle was a handsome devil.

He was a devil, all right.

It's not my decision, but I think you should do it.

You don't know what you're asking.

"All that's needed for evil to triumph is that good men do nothing."

You won't believe this, except you will.

Lady Shackleton would love to come, but... can she bring her nephew?

What?

He's in Yorkshire for some reason and he's only staying one night.

What did you say?

I don't want to put Mama's back up.

Things are bad enough without that.

Mama is an old intriguer.

She will use tears or terror with equal facility.

(laughs) Who is this man?

I don't know.

Her sister's son.

Mrs. Cobb is going to live with her daughter in Oswaldkirk, so Mary's going to give the cottage to the Carsons.

Excellent news.

Can we discuss Yew Tree Farm?

What about it?

I don't see why we can't get a new tenant when the Drewes are gone.

No, Mary's right.

It makes more sense for us to take it over.

We could let the house, of course.

But we will have some tenants.

Which reminds me.

I want to see Fairclough's new planting.

Tom, do you fancy a walk?

Let me make a call and then I'll be with you.

You're happy he's back, aren't you?

I really am.

Funny, isn't it?

What are the new maids like?

Nice, hard-working, but they don't live in and they go home before we have our tea, so we don't really know them.

Not in the old way.

Miss Baxter and I turn the beds down in the evenings.

I hope you're not working too hard.

I feel quite well, m'lady.

Though I'm thickening up.

I saw Mr. Bates eyeing me the other day.

He'll think I ate all the pies.

So you still haven't told him?

When I know it'll be fine, he can celebrate without worrying.

(knock, door opens) Ah, we were just talking about you.

Good things, I hope, m'lady?

I wanted Molesley and Andrew to take the cases down.

They've both gone into the village.

Both?

Carson wouldn't allow that.

The cat's away, m'lady.

Can you manage?

Anna and I can take one each.

No, they're too heavy for Anna to lift.

Then I'll make a double journey.

Rather a bore for you.

The car's waiting in the stable yard.

It was sweet of them to let me bring Henry.

Why couldn't he have stayed behind with a tray on his lap?

Don't be unkind.

I never see him.

He's only up here now to look at some horrid racing car.

Does he get on with Philip?

They were friends as boys.

I'm afraid he doesn't like my daughter-in-law.

Oh, dear.

Then, who does?

Now, you understand the job on hand?

We're to persuade Lady Grantham to oppose all change at the hospital?

No, no, not quite.

To oppose change that takes control away from us.

It would be so bad for the village.

Forgive me, but why?

If it means more modern and varied treatments?

Well, how could the interests of the village be protected if every decision is made in York?

I see that, my dear, but... Are you... are you here to help or irritate?

To help, of course.

Then there's no more to be said.

I'd like some volunteers to clean Mrs. Cobb's cottage for the Carsons.

His lordship wants it done before they get back.

ANDY: I don't mind.

I could go out with the maids in the morning.

It's a shame they can't live in their own home.

Yes, but the builders are still in it.

BATES: They can't get there and back without a car.

Which is a bit revolutionary for Mr. Carson.

"The Carsons."

(laughs) So, are we going to have to call her Mrs. Carson?

DAISY: I wish I knew how long Mr. Mason's got to wait for his farmhouse.

THOMAS: Is this Yew Tree Farm you're talking about?

Mr. Mason's taking over the lease.

I don't believe so.

They're going to farm the land themselves.

They may let the house, but that's it.

What are you talking about?

I heard them discussing it yesterday at breakfast.

Don't say it!

They couldn't turn around like that, could they?

MOLESLEY: But they've not said they'd do it.

DAISY: They implied it.

She implied it.

I might go to Mrs. Cobb's cottage when they're changing.

I'll come with you.

No need.

I expect he's got something to think through.

Keep your pity, Mr. Molesley.

You need it more than I do.

Have you thought about what Sergeant Willis asked?

I've thought of nothing else.

Why don't you talk it through with her ladyship?

She knows all about it.

I should go up.

I have some things to tidy before the gong.

Now we've both been snubbed.

ROSAMUND: You don't have to tell me your mother's in the right.

EDITH: We can't have a public quarrel or they'll both be asked to resign from the board, and even I don't want that.

Which means I'm not to make Granny any angrier than she is already.

So, how are you?

What's the news?

Well, I do have some as a matter of fact.

Have you heard of a place called Hillcroft?

It's in Surbiton.

What sort of place?

A college.

For women from modest backgrounds, but clever women with potential.

I'm a trustee.

How interesting.

I knew you'd think so.

So I'm going to suggest you as a trustee, too.

Oddly enough, our treasurer lives up here.

It's one of the reasons I've come-- so I can meet him while I'm at Downton.

We'll ask him over.

What's his name?

John Harding.

I like the sound of him.

Self-made, clever, successful.

And nearer your age than mine.

Might I have a word, my lady?

You'll have to be quick.

I'm late.

It's about Miss Baxter.

I hope this isn't gossip.

I don't believe it is, my lady.

(banging spoon) You couldn't be harder on those potatoes if you wanted them to confess to spying.

I feel so let down.

They've got Mr. Mason's hopes up, let him think he had a future, and now what?

But to be honest, Daisy, wasn't it you who put his hopes up?

Only because I was sure that was what she intended.

She's led me on.

Well, maybe it just wasn't possible.

Not possible?

Don't give me not possible!

All right, Madame Defarge.

Calm down and finish that mash.

The Dowager Lady Shackleton and Mr. Henry Talbot.

Golly.

Nobody told me the nephew was you.

Oh, is that what I am, "the nephew"?

You never said your aunt was Lady Shackleton.

Did you know she was bringing you here?

One must be allowed some secrets.

Of course we'll invite Mr. Harding.

He has a wife.

We must ask her too.

It's marvelous for ordinary women to aim at rich and fulfilling careers.

We talk about making a difference, but this could actually change lives.

Why are you in Yorkshire?

Mainly looking at a car I might be racing at Brooklands.

So you really are a car man.

I wasn't sure how much you meant it.

Oh, I really am a car man.

That's not a claim you often hear in this neck of the woods.

Did you say you race at Brooklands?

Yes.

I've driven there quite a lot.

I don't envy much, but I envy that.

What sort of Talbot is he?

Shrewsbury, but he's nowhere near the earldom.

About 40 strong men would have to drop dead.

Well, nothing is impossible.

Without it, what are his prospects?

Adequate, but not overwhelming.

Honestly, listen to yourselves.

No, Lady Shackleton is quite right.

Mary needs more than a handsome smile and a hand on the gear stick.

I'm surprised you know what a gear stick is.

I know more than you think.

It's very kind of you to let Henry and me push in to a family party.

In return, please don't let Mama pull you into the fight.

Really, Robert.

You paint me as such a schemer.

No one has sharper eyes than a loving son.

You read that somewhere.

ROBERT: Why do you never think I can make anything up?

Didn't you trust your own powers of persuasion?

What?

Don't pretend.

Who else would her ladyship have heard it from?

I think you'll regret being silent.

THOMAS: Come along, Mr. Molesley.

Just because Mr. Carson's away.

You look very preoccupied.

(gasps) Anna?

(gasps) Can I help?

I'm fine.

Just carry on, as they say in the Navy.

The treatments available to the village would be vastly superior to anything we can lay claim to now.

You are making a grave mistake and impoverishing the village by doing so.

Prudence, tell them.

I expect there's a good deal to be said on both sides.

Don't be so feeble.

Well, how can I present myself as an expert when I don't know the facts?

It's never stopped me.

She's still on cracking form.

If she were 20 years younger, you'd just call her a tyrant.

(chuckles) Have you thought more about what you're going to do now you're back?

Before dinner, Mr. Talbot was saying he works with cars.

I wonder if that mightn't be right for me.

Not as a racing car driver.

Maybe not.

But in that world.

Which is a long way from Downton.

ROBERT: Really, Mama, your attitude is hardly conducive to a peaceful settlement.

I won't bother to explain, since every village argument is the same.

Really?

I'm not a village boy.

My father was in Parliament, so we lived in London.

Except for the summer, and then we'd shelter with various huntin', shootin', fishin' relations.

That's what we are.

Yes, but it's not all you are.

So do you make a living out of cars?

Yes, I suppose I do.

Yes, I race on a team.

Does that seem very odd?

Quite odd, although people do such odd things nowadays.

I once met a man who spent his time importing guinea pigs from Peru.

ROSAMUND: Don't hide behind Lady Shackleton, Mama.

You're quite capable of landing your own punches.

CORA: The question is, which system is more likely to deliver modern treatment to the local population?

That is not the point.

I should have thought that is exactly the point.

Then you've muddled your priorities.

EDITH: I suppose Cousin Isobel is entitled to put up an argument.

Of course she is.

She's just not entitled to win it.

(grunting with annoyance) LADY SHACKLETON: I'm afraid I've been rather a disappointment to your mother.

But not to me.

You could have made things even worse.

I suppose so.

Do you ever make it up to London?

Sometimes.

Would you think it terribly common if I gave you my card?

Fairly common, but I'll take it anyway.

Telephone me.

We'll have lunch or a drink... or something.

Do you know I couldn't be less interested in cars if I took a pill to achieve it?

Hmm.

Well, that's because you haven't been taught about them... properly.

The main thing I want to avoid is Granny being kicked off the board of the new arrangement.

Or us all being kicked off for the fuss we're making.

Well, supporting her wrong thinking won't help.

Can I put in a word for trying to remain friends?

Tom the Peacemaker is back.

(laughs) That's really the purpose of it to my... Aunt Prudence?

We're outstaying our welcome.

Indeed.

Good night, Robert.

Good night.

Good night, Mary.

Good night.

Mr. Talbot.

Lady Mary.

(exhales) Not that pain again?

I can't drink port anymore.

Oh, darling...

I don't think I've ever felt such a lack... of reason.

What do you mean, "reason"?

Why am I here?

What am I doing?

What are we all doing?

Trying to get through life as best we can.

Yes.

But you make friends.

People like you.

Her ladyship likes you.

Mr. Molesley more than likes you.

Don't be silly.

It's true.

I'm quite envious.

Not of Mr. Molesley, but the rest of it.

Well, I envy you.

You don't care what people say, while I tremble at the mere idea of public ridicule.

I should be used to it by now, but... Well, you are stronger than you think.

And you're wrong about me.

I mind what people say.

I wonder what Mrs. Hughes is up to.

She knows the mystery of life by now.

Which is more than I do.

But what about you?

Are you calmer now?

I'm going to tackle her ladyship.

Oh no, Daisy, please don't.

You could lose your job.

I'm sorry, but she can't just break her word like that, not to me.

Did she ever give her word?

She knows what she led me to believe, and I owe it to Mr. Mason to fight for him.

It's no use talking as if you can force me.

We both know you can't!

We can make you attend the trial.

Come on.

Sergeant Willis is not the enemy.

Mr. Coyle is the enemy, and here's your chance.

A chance for what?

Revenge?

Much good that will do.

WILLIS: Not for revenge.

To stop other girls being tricked into a life of crime.

Two of the women he used are prostitutes now.

At least one is dead.

Do you want him to go on?

If I say yes, what happens next?

We send a list of witnesses to the prosecution.

It's not a penny dreadful with confessions from the box.

They see who will testify on our side and if he won't change his plea, he'll go to the trial.

(softly): Very well.

Thank you, Miss Baxter.

I'll keep you informed at every step.

What changed your mind?

The thought of the girls he ruined.

Like he ruined me.

Oh, but he hasn't ruined you, has he?

And the proof is you're standing here.

Maybe.

But he changed me.

I've just seen the Hardings' car.

We'll be in the drawing room.

Certainly, m'lady.

Hello.

I believe we're expected.

Of course.

Mr. and Mrs. Harding.

Would you like to leave your coats?

Gwen?

Anna!

It is you, isn't it?

Why didn't you telephone and say you were coming?

I didn't know we were until this morning or I would have.

He said we were visiting somebody called Painswick.

Lady Rosamund Painswick.

His lordship's sister.

Oh, I'd forgotten that.

I'll see you later if I can.

She hasn't got time to greet her old friends, then?

When were you a friend of Gwen's?

We're so pleased to see you.

I want to hear all about Hillcroft.

Why did you first get involved?

Naturally I'll be happy to take as much of the credit as possible, but it was really Mrs. Harding's idea.

What was it that drew you to the work they were doing?

MARY: Forgive me, but have we met?

Oh, I don't think we've met exactly.

Tell us more about Hillcroft.

GWEN: Well, you see, I never had any higher education and so... MARY: Who did?

All we were taught was French, prejudice, and dance steps.

(everyone chuckles) But who's Gwen?

Well, she was a housemaid here, before the war.

She got away to be a secretary, and now she's having lunch upstairs while we're still stuck down here.

What does his lordship think?

They won't recognize her.

They don't look us in the face enough.

MRS. PATMORE: I wonder if Karl Marx might finish the liver paté?

I don't think his lordship will mind.

He's not uncomfortable about that sort of thing.

It won't bother him that she used to work here.

No, well, his daughter ran off with a chauffeur in the interim.

Mrs. Harding was a supporter when Hillcroft first opened in 1920.

Then later, they needed a treasurer, so she suggested me.

And how do you manage from Yorkshire?

It's not hard.

I go there twice a month, but the telephone's really changed everything.

I want to hear Mrs. Harding's story.

Well, it was the telephone that changed everything for me, too.

You see, I was a secretary before I was married.

For a telephone company, back when everyone was getting connected at the start of the war.

Then she moved into local government, and that's where we met.

But if I'd had more education, I might have gone further.

If that doesn't sound too vain.

No.

Many women from all backgrounds feel that.

I know I did.

I was a nurse, but why couldn't I be a doctor?

Barrow, is that luncheon?

It is, m'lady.

CORA: Shall we go in?

ROBERT: Edith?

EDITH: Yes, Papa?

(softly): Look at you.

I don't mean to pretend.

I didn't know we were coming to Downton until we turned into the drive.

Does he not know you worked here?

He knows I was a housemaid, so there's no pretense.

But, well, by the time we met, that was all in the past.

I'm not one to talk.

I married the boss's daughter.

So is she going to come down?

I don't know; she didn't say.

No, she's too important to speak to the likes of us.

Take those up now.

We have to find ladders to help them achieve their potential.

I do so agree.

We can't afford to waste working women by not educating them.

It's lucky Carson isn't here.

Carson?

ROBERT: Our butler.

He's a traditionalist.

You recall Mr. Carson, madam, surely?

What do you mean, Barrow?

Mrs. Harding used to work here.

What?

She used to be a...

Thank you, Mr. Barrow.

I can tell it.

Well, I used to be a housemaid here, for a couple of years before the war.

Here?

In this house?

I knew I'd seen your face.

Why didn't you say?

I don't know.

Well, I was going to.

You had every opportunity.

Oh, you can take the pudding and Andy can carry the cream.

MRS. PATMORE: How's it going?

Mr. Barrow just landed her in it.

Deliberately?

He only told the table she used to work here as a maid.

I knew he'd do something like that.

Of course.

How could he resist?

We've been hearing that you spoiled Gwen's luncheon.

Good work.

I couldn't have known she was planning to lie her way through it.

That's not it, though, is it?

You resent her luck.

You're jealous.

Jealous?

Why?

Because I dedicated my life to service and I'm about to be thrown out on my ear, when she scarpered first chance she got and now she's lunching in the dining room?

Why would that make me jealous, Mr. Bates?

His lordship won't like it.

You're trying to wrong-foot her.

Well, we'll see.

I know Lady Mary didn't like being made a fool of.

Now, in case I have to remind you all again, I am the butler, so please get on.

It seems marvelous to me.

You leave service, go into government, now you're married to a prominent man.

A 20th century story.

I agree.

Welcome back.

I just feel stupid for not recognizing you.

Well, why should you?

We never spoke.

You worked here for two years and we never spoke to you?

We're the ones in the wrong.

No, I didn't mean it like that.

It was a good job.

But not good enough to stay?

I didn't want to be in service my whole life.

That's all.

So you found an opportunity and took it.

Brava.

But I didn't find it.

Lady Sybil found it.

Sybil helped you?

Yes.

Well, she did everything.

She looked out for the jobs, lent me clothes, drove me to the interviews.

One time, I remember the horse went lame and we both got stuck in the mud and, oh, the talking we had to do when we got back!

CORA: I remember we were so worried, but she never said a thing about you.

It was our secret pact.

And then one day, she cornered the man who was installing the telephone here, and that's how I got my first job in business.

She wouldn't let me into the library while you met him.

So that was you?

Did you keep in contact?

Christmas cards and such.

And then I heard the news.

I'll never forget her.

Her kindness changed my life.

What a lovely way to remember her.

She was a lovely person.

Darling Sybil.

Thank you, Barrow, for reminding us of Mrs. Harding's time here.

My pleasure, m'lady.

They're coming now.

I just wanted to come and say hello.

Oh, Mrs. Hughes will be sad to miss you.

Now, tell us about your children.

We want to know every detail.

Where are you living now?

Well, all right.

Let's begin at the beginning.

But afterwards, I'd like to hear all about you.

Mr. Branson, I wouldn't bother you, but now you're back and now you're the agent again... Lady Mary is the agent.

But still you'll know what they're planning for Yew Tree Farm.

I suppose so.

Only Mr. Mason was in the running for it, but now it seems they've had second thoughts.

It's not quite as simple as that.

Well, it's as simple as this: His son, my husband, left this house to die for his country.

Shouldn't we help him now if we can?

I'll have a word.

I've an idea that when you mentioned Mrs. Harding's connection with us, you were trying to catch her out.

Well, I...

I don't like to see such things, Barrow.

I don't care for a lack of generosity.

Do you understand me?

Yes, m'lord.

You are your own worst enemy.

If I am, I've got competition.

(door opens) Mrs. Harding rather put me in my place when she was here.

I'm sure she didn't mean to.

No.

But when she was talking about Lady Sybil, I had one of those moments where you look at your life, and I realized how much better Sybil was than I am.

It was quite chastening.

You're hard on yourself, m'lady.

Why did I have to be so pettish?

She'd made something of her life.

Why shouldn't she?

(groaning) Now, don't panic.

Are you in pain?

Oh, I was then.

A sharp pain.

I had it earlier.

Oh, I'm losing it.

It's happening again.

We don't know that.

Right, we're going up to London.

I'll ring Dr. Ryder.

There'll be a night telephone line.

But we've missed the last train.

We'll drive into York.

There may be a late train.

What do I tell Mr. Bates?

I don't want to frighten him, but I mustn't get his hopes up.

Tell him it's me.

I need to see a doctor double quick.

What if I lose it on the way?

Then we'd be no worse off than we are now, but we'll make him see you when we get there.

I don't care what time it is.

He'll come to Belgrave Square.

Now go, and meet me at the front.

Why the suitcase?

I'm racing up to London.

Whatever for?

What's happened?

Don't tell anyone, but it's Anna.

She may be having a miscarriage.

How will you get there?

We've missed the last train from here, but if we drive into York there may be a late one.

If not, we'll get the milk train at dawn.

I'll take you to York.

You're a darling.

And remember, not a word to anyone.

Not even Bates.

She should tell him.

But anyway, I'll get the car.

Can I stay in Belgrave Square?

Well, of course.

I'll telephone Mead.

Haven't you missed the last train?

Tom's driving us into York.

Us?

Anna.

May we ask why?

Something medical.

Oh, my Lord.

I'm not in any danger, but I need to go now.

I'll be back in a day or two.

But what time will you get there?

I'll get there when I get there.

Goodbye.

I'll telephone tomorrow.

Carson and Mrs. Hu... Mrs. Carson will be back on Friday.

It'd be nice if you were here to welcome them.

I'll try.

Now that's it, I must fly.

I don't understand the urgency.

Lady Mary didn't seem ill earlier.

Do you want her medical history?

No, but it seems so sudden.

Sometimes these things are sudden.

So you're not hiding anything?

(sighs) We've lived with suspicion too long.

It's got under your skin.

I should get in.

I mustn't keep Mr. Branson waiting.

Before her ladyship?

Here she is now.

Good evening, Bates.

Don't worry.

We'll be back before you know it.

ANDY: But what's Lady Mary's emergency?

It's none of our business.

Very true, Miss Baxter.

For once I agree with you.

Daisy?

What is it?

I've had enough.

I don't care what Mrs. Patmore says.

Her ladyship has cheated Mr. Mason of his farm and I'm going to have it out with her.

MOLESLEY: Oh, Daisy, don't.

You'll lose your job and then what?

Look at Gwen.

She's thrown off the yoke of service to make a good life.

What am I doing with mine?

BAXTER: Why aren't you two up there now?

They wanted to be alone.

We gave them coffee and they sent us off.

So, you can't go barging in while they're discussing something in private.

I'll wait for her.

I wish you wouldn't.

EDITH: Poor Tom racing across the county.

It's just Mary being dramatic.

She didn't look at all ill. Well, why else would she have gone?

We'll ask her tomorrow morning.

I'd like to take advantage of her absence to settle Yew Tree Farm.

I want to offer it to Mr. Mason.

I know you do, but he's quite old.

He'll have Daisy to help him.

Can we afford it?

We'd make more money if we farmed it ourselves and let the house.

Shouldn't we wait for Tom to get back before we decide?

I'll ask him what Sybil would do.

Is that fair?

Daisy, I beg of you.

You're a trained cook, you could get work anywhere, but you'll have to manage without a reference if you do this.

She's right, Daisy.

Have you forgotten what happened when you let off steam at the auction?

No, I've had it up to here.

I've come to the end.

I must do it.

Well, I'm coming with you.

Please yourself.

I'm going.

But why?

It won't help Mr. Mason.

MRS. PATMORE: Listen to him, Daisy.

Listen to him if you won't listen to me.

I'm sorry, but I've made up my mind.

You're back.

You made good time.

And we made the last train, so they're on their way south.

I wish I knew what it was about.

Nothing to concern you, I promise.

You missed a jolly good dinner.

I bought some sandwiches at the station and ate them in the car.

You are a braver man than I am, Gunga Din.

We've been settling some business while you were away.

Oh, yes?

EDITH: Mama wants Mr. Mason to have Yew Tree Farm.

I see.

ROBERT: Of course it's not a business-like decision and Cora's been using some emotional blackmail on us.

I asked them what they felt Sybil would want us to do.

Well, we all know the answer to that.

ROBERT: But is it enough to convince you?

I was reminded recently of William's death, and I suppose I do feel old Mason's in our charge.

That's what I say.

Shouldn't we wait for Mary?

No, I'll handle Mary.

It'll be better if it's a fait accompli.

We don't have to do everything Mary says.

Not when we're all agreed.

Maybe it's underhand to go behind her back... but it's much too important to me to let scruples get in the way.

Good night.

BRANSON: Good night.

Your ladyship!

Daisy?

Yes, it's me!

And I have to speak to you!

Daisy... What are you doing here, Baxter?

I was a little worried about Daisy, m'lady.

She's been very upset.

I have been upset.

I'm sorry to hear it, but I don't understand what you're doing here.

Daisy, there you are.

That was quick.

Will you tell Mr. Mason the news or should we?

Tell him what?

He's got the farm if he still wants it.

Isn't that why you're here?

What wonderful news!

Daisy?

Wonderful.

BAXTER: She's going downstairs now, m'lady, and I'll see you in your room.

That was rather peculiar.

(softly): I have the feeling I've just dodged something, and I don't know what.

Oh... (groans) Don't start.

How is she?

Resting.

Sleeping, I hope, by now.

Has she lost the baby?

No.

We got there in time.

I've put in the stitch I spoke of, and as they say in medical novels, I am cautiously optimistic.

And what should I do now?

Can you stay a day or two?

We could go back on Friday.

Good.

Make her rest when she gets there.

But don't fret too much.

I'm so grateful to you for coming out here at dawn.

Don't worry.

It'll be reflected in my bill.

Of course.

But now I'll say goodbye.

(exhales) I feel so...

I don't know.

Dazed.

Yesterday I thought I hated her, and today she's saved our lives.

It never does good to hate anyone.

ANDY: So is this true?

Your Mr. Mason got the farm after everything you said?

It seems like it.

I envy him.

MRS. PATMORE: Ooh!

High praise from a city boy.

ANDY: Not me.

A country life is what I'm after.

I don't care where I started.

This is where I want to end up.

When will Carson get here tomorrow?

6:00, m'lord.

If the train's on time.

Is anything planned as a welcome?

We're having a bit of a do in the servants' hall, to say hello.

Oh, we'll come down.

And please tell Mrs. Patmore we can have a cold dinner, if that would be easier.

Very good, m'lord.

Back to normal at last.

I've enjoyed my time as butler.

I hope you've learned something from it.

You see, Barrow, Carson is a kind man.

Don't overlook that.

It's why people are loyal to him.

Well, I'll bear it in mind, m'lord.

Do.

It should be helpful when you... that is, when the hour strikes... To move on.

Yes, m'lord.

Welcome to the Royal Automobile Club.

Do you know it?

No, but I like to be surprised.

I'm sorry if I look rather shabby.

I didn't bring any clothes, so I've stolen this from my aunt.

Hmm... You are the opposite of shabby.

(playing jazz tune) I can't think why, but I've never been here before.

When was it built?

1911.

The temple of car lovers.

Your love is not fickle, I'll admit, but I'm afraid, for me, a car is simply to get from A to B.

Nothing more.

What is your enthusiasm?

Horses?

No.

I ride.

I even hunt.

But I don't see horses in my dreams.

What then?

I like my work.

Do you work?

It's rather shocking, isn't it?

My father and I co-own the estate, but I really function as the agent.

So many estates are going under these days, and I'm just determined that Downton won't be one of them.

Far from shocked, I am extremely impressed.

And you have a son?

Yes, George.

He'll take over eventually, I assume, and when he does, I want to make sure he's the master of a modern going concern.

He's also heir to his grandfather's title for reasons too complicated to bore you with, so it's very neat and tidy.

Neat and tidy-ish.

But aren't you rather at a loose end?

I hope this means you're boiling up to make a pass before we're done.

(clears his throat) Probably.

But will you accept?

No.

But I shall enjoy the process enormously.

Champagne.

I can't believe it.

I feel like I'm standing at the gates of Paradise.

I don't think it's any nicer than your old farm.

But it's safe, Daisy.

They'll not sell this estate in my lifetime.

Lady Mary wouldn't allow it.

So I know now where I can lay my bones.

And it's down to you.

You've used your credit to rescue me.

I don't think I've got much credit.

Well, that's where you're wrong.

And here's the proof of it.

Oh, they'll be here in a minute.

ANDY: Is that straight?

Down a bit on the left.

We're not striving for a setting by Diaghilev.

The point is, we've made an effort.

Are you finished?

I've unpacked and they're none of them changing tonight, so they can come down and say hello.

And the trip went well?

I think so, yes.

Why?

Because I believe I know what you're hiding, and I feel sure I know what it is that took you to London in a rush, and I hope I'm wrong.

You're not wrong in all of it.

But you're wrong if you think I'm hiding something sad.

What I've been hiding is very, very happy.

Oh, God.

Are you sure?

Really?

Really.

MRS. PATMORE: They're here!

(applause and cheers) Welcome back!

Welcome back.

Home again at last.

I feel I've been away for months.

Very flattering, I don't think.

(everyone laughing) Oh, thank you.

Oh, thank you.

Oh, there you all are.

Plotting.

You're the one who's plotting.

Is it really so important to keep the Crawleys in command, Mama?

That is my sole motive, is it?

Isn't it?

No.

No, it is not.

For years, I have watched governments take control of our lives and their argument is always the same-- fewer costs, greater efficiency.

But the result is the same too.

Less control by the people, more control by the state, until the individual's own wishes count for nothing.

That is what I consider my duty to resist.

By wielding your unelected power.

You see the point of a so-called "Great Family" is to protect our freedoms.

That is why the barons made King John sign the Magna Carta.

I do see that your argument was more honorable than I'd appreciated.

But Mama, we're not living in 1215, and the strength of great families like ours is going.

That's just fact.

Your great-grandchildren won't thank you when the state is all-powerful because we didn't fight.

Well, I won't have any, so I can live with that.

They've arrived, so we should go down as soon as Mary gets here.

Have you told her about Mr. Mason?

I have.

How did she take it?

She's annoyed but it seems London went well, so she's less cross than she might be.

It's good of you to come tonight, Isobel.

We couldn't miss Carson's return.

And Mrs.... Carson, of course.

(giggling) I can't get my tongue round it.

We've simply got to learn.

We ought to go down.

I could hear them shouting from my bedroom.

I haven't been into the kitchens for, oh, at least 20 years.

(chuckles) Have you got your passport?

Make sure his lordship has a drink, Andy.

Hello, Molesley.

Has it changed much since your day?

I only know I shall need Ariadne's thread to find my way out.

When are you going to appoint your new editor?

Why can't it be you?

Well, I'd like to be a sort of co-editor, but no man will put up with that, so I am going to try and find a woman.

A woman editor?

Mm.

I applaud you.

Of course you do.

Presumably we may now look forward to women field marshals and a woman pope.

MARY: Nonsense, Granny.

I think it's a good idea.

It is a magazine for women.

Well, we should congratulate them.

Mm.

That was nice of you.

To praise Edith's plan.

A monkey will type out the Bible if you leave it long enough.

Carson, Mrs.... Carson.

I'm so sorry I missed the wedding, but I'm delighted to be here tonight.

MRS. CARSON: Thank you.

(softly): "Mrs.

Carson."

That's like Jane Eyre asking to be called Mrs. Rochester.

I'll never get used to it.

None of us will.

When will the trial be?

I don't know yet.

No doubt I'll find out when the time comes.

At least he can't hurt you now.

Can't he?

Mama's slipped away.

She was tired, so I told her to go.

Quite right.

I'm afraid she won't give up about the hospital.

ROBERT: I shan't think that at her funeral.

Who says she won't be at yours?

Ah, thank you.

Thank you.

Anything to report, Mr. Barrow?

Only that being a butler is more complicated than I'd realized.

Now if you've learned that, you've used your time well.

CORA: Your cottage is ready and your things have been taken there.

That's very considerate, m'lady.

Thank you.

You must let us know if anything needs to be done, Mrs.... Mrs. Carson.

Well, now, m'lord, this is the thing.

Won't it be confusing if we're to be called Carson and Mrs. Carson?

Rather as we resisted Anna being Mrs. Bates?

Would it be very irregular if we continued to be Carson and Mrs. Hughes?

Ah!

Hallelujah!

You've made me a happy man.

Let us raise a glass and drink the health of the newlyweds, still to be known in this house, at any rate, as Carson and Mrs. Hughes!

EVERYONE: Carson and Mrs. Hughes!

ROSAMUND: Good heavens.

There really is a God.

What a relief.

To no one more than his lordship.

(laughing) I just want to go and check my room.

Make sure they've taken everything.

Right you are.

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