Episode 1

♪ ♪ (rumbling) (explosions, soldiers yelling) Sergeant Stephens?

Sir.

I want every wounded man taken down the line before it starts to get dark.

We've bloody well lost enough of them for one day.

When did this arrive?

Sir.

Ah, good news.

(commotion outside) We're to be relieved today by the Devons.

The men can finally get some rest and I've got a few days' leave coming to me.

What will you do with them, sir?

London first.

To remind myself what real food tastes like.

Then north for a couple of days, I suppose.

Naturally, there's a girl I want to see while I'm there.

So I should hope, sir.

It's strange, isn't it?

To think about our lives just going on as before?

While we're here, in this.

It's more than strange.

When I think of my life at Downton, it seems like another world.

ANNA: We normally have everything done before the family wakes up but it's all at sixes and sevens today.

I'll go through it with you tomorrow when we're back to normal.

I do know how to run a house.

Come along.

It goes under the epaulette.

I'm sorry, m'lord.

If I'd known, I'd have asked Mr. Bates about it before he left for London.

Because I'll be in uniform a lot of the time in future.

Does being Lord Lieutenant mean you're back in the army?

No, not exactly.

The Lord Lieut is responsible for the army in the county while the war's on.

But no.

I'm not back in the army.

It appears they don't want me.

(dog barking) Morning.

I don't suppose there's any news of Bates?

We expect him back any day, m'lord.

He wrote to Anna that they had the funeral last Monday.

William's a good chap, but he's not Bates when it comes to uniforms.

I may not be a real soldier, but I think I ought to look like one.

Quite, m'lord.

ROBERT: We don't often see you in here for breakfast.

Isobel said she was coming up to help and your mother threatened to look in.

No doubt they would love it if they found me still in bed.

I don't believe it.

Please say it's something nice.

General Robertson's invited me to be Colonel of the North Riding Volunteers.

Well, this is the best bit: "It may please you to know that the idea was given to me by General Haig."

Well, if Haig's involved, it means I'm back in the army properly.

How can that be?

You were told you weren't wanted for active service.

You can't jump in and out of the army like a jack-in-a-box.

ROBERT: I don't see why not.

Churchill went back to the front after the Gallipoli business.

If he can do it, why shouldn't I?

Sybil, are you all right?

Sybil, darling?

Would you excuse me?

I think I'll just... She's had more bad news.

I do think I'm getting better, don't you?

Up to a point, m'lady.

If you could just get the clutch right down to the floor.

But I am.

Not quite, m'lady.

It doesn't seem to want to go.

I think it wants to, if you ask it properly.

That's better.

You'll be putting me out of a job.

Won't the call-up put you all out of your jobs?

I'll cross that bridge when I come to it.

(horn honking) What's the matter with you?

Nothing much.

Me Dad still won't let me enlist.

Your father has no one but you.

Of course he doesn't want you to enlist.

Who can argue with him?

So I stand by while the lads on the farms and in the gardens go to war.

Even Thomas is at the front in the medical corps.

Well, that'll have come as a nasty shock.

Oh, you can make fun of him, Mrs. Patmore.

But he's fighting for his king and country and I'm not.

Well, I dare say you won't have long to wait.

Well, I hope you're right.

Do you?

Because I don't.

I hope very much that I am wrong.

It's kind of you to let us have it here.

They'll enjoy it so much more.

And you can charge so much more for the tickets.

ROBERT: Good morning, Mama.

This is very early for you to be up and about.

War makes early risers of us all.

I thought I would help with the flowers.

Bassett has plenty, but... thank you.

You don't mind my taking over the flowers, do you?

Cora's flowers always look more suited to a first communion in southern Italy.

VIOLET: Well, what else have you planned for tonight's revels?

Anything we can think of that will raise money.

Hot buttered toast with a countess, at tuppence a slice?

You drop the cushions on the floor to plump them up.

I know.

Ethel, are you settling in?

I would be.

If Anna'd stop teaching me how to suck eggs.

I was head housemaid in my last position.

You were senior housemaid out of two in a much smaller house.

Are they to come in here tonight?

Only at the interval.

And keep them out of the drawing room.

I thought Mr. Bates would've been back by now, or he could've stood guard.

Who is this Mr. Bates?

His lordship's valet.

He's been in London because his mother died.

Only everyone talks about him as if he were a king.

Do they?

That's nice to hear.

Anna.

Help me do battle with this monstrosity.

It looks like a creature from The Lost World.

You should let William do that.

He's got enough on his hands, getting the uniforms out of mothballs.

I must remember to put Anna on alert for dinner tonight.

You have to ease up a bit or you'll give yourself a heart attack.

There's a war on.

Things cannot be the same when there's a war on.

I do not agree.

Keeping up standards is the only way to show the Germans that they will not beat us in the end.

Well, give me some warning the next time we're expecting Germans at Downton and I'll see what I can do.

Thank you.

Oh, we thought we'd come in here for a little talk.

Oh, well, I'm sure we won't be disturbed.

Please.

Well the thing is, I've had a letter from Matthew.

He writes that he is engaged to be married, to a Miss Lavinia Swire.

Well, I...

I suppose we all knew it would happen one day.

Do you know her?

Not yet.

Apparently, they met when he was in England last time.

It all seems rather hurried.

You can't blame them for wanting to live in the present.

Anyway, he's been in London on leave and now he's bringing her here to meet me.

He'll be here tonight and tomorrow, then he leaves on Thursday while she stays for a bit.

So will you miss the concert?

Well, that's up to you.

We'd all hoped that he and Mary would sort things out between them.

But if that's not to be, then shouldn't we try to get back to normal?

Even if he's not keen to live in the village, he's still the heir.

And you're still his family.

I quite agree.

We can't know if Matthew will come through it.

Either way, I would like to see him and I want to wish him luck.

The trouble is, Mary's back from London today, as well.

She gets in at 5:00.

ISOBEL: Matthew's driving down in Lavinia's car.

They won't meet on the train.

Oh, that's a relief.

I hate Greek drama, you know, when everything happens off stage.

CORA: But should we tell her not to come?

We might still catch her.

Isobel's right.

We must use this engagement as a new beginning.

You bring our Lieutenant Crawley to the concert, and stay for dinner afterwards.

I was hoping you'd say that.

ISOBEL: Oh, there you are.

I'm just going home, but I'll be back at 4:00... Sybil?

My dear, what's the matter?

Tom Bellasis has been killed.

What a terrible thing.

I remember him at Imogen's ball.

He made me laugh out loud just as her uncle was giving a speech.

Sometimes it feels as if all the men I ever danced with are dead.

I just feel so useless, wasting my life while they sacrifice theirs.

You've been a tremendous help with the concert.

No, I...

I don't mean selling programs or finding prizes for the Tombola.

I want to do a real job.

Real work.

Well...

If you're serious, what about being an auxiliary nurse?

There's a training college in York.

I know I could get you on to a course.

It may be something of a rough awakening.

Are you ready for that?

I mean, have you ever made your own bed, for example?

Or scrubbed a floor?

O'Brien, what is it?

Mr. Platt is taking her ladyship and Lady Grantham down to the village.

She wondered if you'd like to go with them.

That's very kind.

Thank you.

Go on.

What else would I need?

Well, if you're serious, what about cooking?

Why don't you ask Mrs. Patmore if she could give you one or two basic tips?

When you get to York, it might be useful to know a little more than nothing.

They want to use her as a maid of all work at the hospital.

I suppose it's cheaper when Lady Sybil can live here for nothing.

But it doesn't seem quite right, somehow, to take advantage.

No, it does not.

I hear the young men that are being brought in now are very disfigured.

How terrible.

Limbs missing and faces blown apart and Lady Sybil's been nurtured so very gently.

And what types would she be working with?

Still, you'll know what's best to do.

Yes.

I certainly will.

Are we having pancakes tonight?

Upstairs dinner.

Crêpes Suzettes.

(Ethel gasps) I've always wanted to try those.

Could you save me some?

If they don't finish them all.

Save you some Crêpes Suzettes?

ETHEL: If you don't mind.

What are we having?

Lamb stew and semolina.

Do you eat a lot of stews?

Don't you fancy that, dear?

ETHEL: Not all the time.

Oh, I see.

Um, would you like to sleep in her ladyship's bedroom while you're at it?

I wouldn't mind.

I hate sharing a room.

I didn't in my last place.

There were only two maids and a cook.

I'm just saying.

And I'll "just say" if you don't look out!

You've got a cheek, on your first day.

I don't see why.

I want the best, and I'm not ashamed to admit it.

And you think we don't?

I think it's hard to change at your age.

I don't blame you, but I suppose, in the end, I want to be more than just a servant.

I'm sorry, but if Dr. Clarkson needs free labor, I'd prefer him not to find it in my nursery.

But Sybil isn't in the nursery.

No, and in case you hadn't noticed, she hasn't been there for some time.

You know what I mean.

Well, no, not really.

You can't pretend it's not respectable, when every day we're treated to pictures of queens and princesses in Red Cross uniform, ladling soup down the throat of some unfortunate.

CORA: But Sybil won't be ladling soup.

She'll have to witness unimaginable horrors.

When she's an innocent.

Her innocence will protect her.

For once, I agree with Cousin Isobel.

VIOLET: Sybil must be allowed to do her bit like everyone else.

CORA: What about you, Molesley?

Are you ready for the call, if it comes?

It won't be coming for me, m'lady.

I had a letter from the War Office to say I'm not suitable for service.

Why not?

I...

I really couldn't say, m'lady.

As you can imagine, Molesley's father is beside himself with joy.

VIOLET: God moves in a mysterious way, His wonders to perform.

Bates!

No one told me you were on this train.

They didn't know, m'lady.

MARY: We'll give you a lift to the house.

Why didn't you say you were coming?

I didn't know until today.

Anna, I borrowed a case from Lady Rosamund.

I bought some things while I was in London.

Very good, m'lady.

Well, it would be our secret.

A surprise.

You don't mind, do you?

Oh, it's not that I mind, m'lady... And I only need the basics.

How to boil an egg, how to make tea.

Don't you know how to make tea?

Not really.

(giggling) SYBIL: You're right.

It is a joke.

But when I start my course, I don't want to be a joke.

Will you help me?

'Course we will.

Won't we?

If you say so.

Let's get started.

Do you know how to fill a kettle?

Everyone knows that.

(gasping) Not everyone, apparently.

WILLIAM: I've had a letter from me dad.

He won't change his mind.

He says he can live with it if I get called up, as there's nothing we can do, but if I enlist and anything happens, he'll never get over it.

He loves you.

He may love me, but he doesn't own me, and he's not being fair.

Glad to be back?

I'm never sure.

When I'm in London, I long for Yorkshire, and when I'm here, I ache to hear my heels clicking on the pavement.

I'd forgotten about this nightmare concert.

Why didn't you warn me?

I'd have come back tomorrow.

But you'd have missed Matthew.

I was going to tell you.

Matthew's on leave and he's in the village, so Papa and I thought it would be a good time to mend our fences.

He's coming tonight, with Isobel.

And his fiancée.

What?

Edith, I don't know how helpful you're being.

Matthew's engaged.

He's brought her to Downton to meet his mother.

Well, how marvelous.

You don't mind?

Why should I?

We're not going to marry, but I don't want him to spend the rest of his life in a cave.

Exactly what Papa and I feel.

Please try to be happy for him.

Of course I'm happy.

Good luck to him.

Anyway, there's someone I want you all to meet.

Have you ever come across Richard Carlisle?

Sir Richard Carlisle?

The one with all those horrid newspapers?

We met at Cliveden.

But how old is he?

Old enough not to ask stupid questions.

Anyway, I can't wait for you to know him.

If only Papa hadn't closed down the shoot.

CORA: Most people have stopped shooting now that the war's on.

But I'm sure Papa would be happy to have Sir Richard come and stay.

Are you?

I shouldn't have thought he was Papa's type at all.

Are you coming?

I'll be down in a minute.

Are you all right, m'lady?

Oh, Anna...

It's awfully grand.

You'd better get used to it.

It'll be your home one day.

I'm not sure "home" would ever be quite the word to describe it.

My dear fellow, welcome back.

It's so very good to see you.

May I present Miss Lavinia Swire?

LAVINIA: How do you do, Lord Grantham.

ROBERT: How do you do, Miss Swire.

So, that's Mary's replacement.

Well.

I suppose looks aren't everything.

I think she seems rather sweet.

CORA: I'm afraid meeting us all together must be very intimidating.

I do hope so.

Now, please come this way.

Thank you.

It's good to see you.

Hello, Miss Swire.

I'm Mary Crawley.

Of course you are.

I mean, I've been longing to meet you because I've heard so much about you from Matthew.

Oh, that is... Nice things, I hope.

What else would she hear from me?

ROBERT: Please.

I can't say.

It's been such a long time.

Who knows what you think of me now?

I think...

I'm very glad to see you looking so well.

All right, you win.

We are at peace again.

(music starts) (music continues in distance) Have you found something nice?

Why, particularly?

As a welcome home, for Mr. Matthew.

(grunts) Oh, what's the matter?

I thought you'd come round to him.

Well, last time he was here he hadn't broken Lady Mary's heart.

Lady Mary broke her own heart.

That's if she has a heart to break.

I don't think we're ever going to see eye-to-eye on this, Mrs. Hughes.

She refused him when she thought he'd have nothing.

And when he was heir again, she wanted him back.

I thought caution was a virtue.

Caution may be.

Self-interest is not.

Perhaps Miss Swire is a gentler person.

If you ask me, this "Miss Swire," who, it may interest you to know, is not to be found in Burke's Peerage or Burke's Landed Gentry, has an eye to the main chance.

That's not snobbish, I suppose?

I like to see things done properly, Mrs. Hughes, and I won't apologize for that.

What is it?

A white feather, of course.

Coward.

ROBERT: Stop this at once!

This is neither the time nor the place!

These people should be aware that there are cowards among them.

ROBERT: Will you please leave!

You are the cowards here, not they!

ROBERT: Leader, will you continue?

(music starts) That was horrid, William.

I hope you won't let it upset you.

WILLIAM: No, your ladyship.

Why are these women so unkind?

Of course it is horrid.

When heroes are giving their lives every day, it's hard to watch healthy young men do nothing.

By the way, Sybil, very good news: they do have a vacancy.

It's very short notice, because someone dropped out.

You'd have to be ready to start on Friday.

May I ask what this is about?

SYBIL: Cousin Isobel has got me a place on a nursing course in York.

I want to work at the hospital.

We don't have to talk about it now.

She just turned up at my mother's house.

Not long before she died.

So, what does it mean?

I think it means, at long last, I'm able to get a divorce.

Mr. Bates... Is this a proposal?

If that's what you want to call it.

And you might start calling me John.

Well, why are you sure she'll do it now when she's refused for so long?

Mother left me some money, much more than I thought.

Vera's a greedy woman.

She won't refuse what I can offer her.

Will we have to leave Downton?

Not until we want to.

I've spoken to his lordship and he will find a cottage for us near the house.

You told him you want to marry me?

I did.

Before you spoke to me?

You don't mind, do you?

Of course I mind!

In fact, I'd give you a smack if I didn't want to kiss you so much I could burst!

Branson says I'm ready for the road.

That's not what he told me.

How delicious.

I love these.

How did you and Matthew meet?

Oh, in London.

My father works in London so I've always lived there.

But I love the country, too.

Of course you do.

Daddy's a solicitor, like Matthew.

My, my.

You're very well-placed if you're ever in trouble with the law.

ROBERT: Did I tell you I've been given a Colonelcy in the North Riding Volunteers?

So I'm properly in the army again.

Congratulations.

He won't go with them, will he?

When they're called to the front?

MARY: I hope not, but he seems to think so.

MATTHEW: You don't mind my bringing Lavinia?

On the contrary, I'm glad, glad to see you happy.

What about you?

Are you happy?

I think I'm about to be happy.

Does that count?

It does if you mean it.

You'll be the first to know.

What are you reading?

Photoplay, about Mabel Normand.

She was nothing when she started, you know.

Her father was a carpenter and they'd no money.

And now she's a shining film star.

Ethel, I've a message for you from her ladyship.

You're to go up and see her now.

What?

Where?

In the drawing room, of course.

They're all in the drawing room.

What have I done wrong?

Nothing.

Quite the reverse.

She's very pleased with the way you've begun and she wants to thank you.

Now?

Yes, now.

She's asked for you.

How much longer are you going to keep her waiting?

(giggling) I don't know much about life in the country.

But I do understand how the law works, so I believe I can be helpful to Matthew there.

But you'll be immensely helpful.

Don't you think so, Mary?

Of course.

(door opens) Beg pardon, m'lady, for keeping you waiting.

What?

I'm ever so grateful for your appreciation and I want you to know that it's a privilege to work here.

Ethel, what are you doing in here?

Her... her ladyship sent for me.

And who gave you this message?

Miss O'Brien.

She said I wasn't to keep her ladyship waiting.

CARSON: You may go back downstairs now, thank you, Ethel.

ETHEL: Right.

Thank you, m'lady.

VIOLET: Well.

Do we think she's mad, ill, or working for the Russians?

(giggling) MATTHEW: She has plenty of time to learn.

Cousin Robert will be in charge here for many years.

Lavinia will be a lawyer's wife far longer than she'll be a countess.

That's if I get through the war in one piece.

Of course you will.

Don't even think like that.

How long are you staying in the village?

Just tomorrow.

I take the 6:00 train on Thursday.

And then you'll be in France.

Wherever I'm going, I'm so pleased that we're friends again.

I still don't understand why it was funny to make me look a fool.

You weren't even there to enjoy it.

Oh, don't worry.

We enjoyed it all right from down here.

Miss O'Brien, her ladyship has asked me to take the incident no further.

Don't tempt me to disobey.

Did I see Lady Sybil in the kitchen yesterday?

She wants to learn some cooking.

She says she's going to train to be a nurse, so she needs to know how to cook and clean and everything.

Has she told her ladyship about this?

It's supposed to be a surprise.

Mr. Carson, it speaks well of Lady Sybil that she wants to help the wounded.

Let's not give her away.

ETHEL: Why shouldn't she learn how to cook and scrub?

She may need it when the war's over.

Things are changing.

For her lot and us, and when they do, I mean to make the most of it.

(scoffs) I take it they ate all the pancakes last night, then?

They did.

(service bell rings) (whistles) Here you are.

ISOBEL: What are we aiming at?

They'd like us to take 100 wounded men.

Three times the number the hospital was built for.

Well, that settles it.

We'll have to convert the second Day Room.

So there's to be no convalescence at all?

I'm afraid not.

Once they can stand, they must go.

If only there were somewhere nearer than Farley Hall.

I can't get there more than twice a week at the most.

Ah, should he be doing that?

Why not?

I only meant with his condition.

ISOBEL: What condition is that?

CLARKSON: His lungs.

Old Lady Grantham told me he's had a lot of trouble with his lungs.

And why did she tell you that, particularly?

She wanted me to write to the War Office.

She was anxious to spare him the humiliation of being refused on medical grounds.

And who else did she wish you to take under your protection?

William Mason, the footman at the big house.

He has a bad skin condition, apparently, and hates people to know.

She wanted to spare him the physical examination.

I'm sure she did.

I don't think we should sell your mother's house.

Not yet.

We could rent it out.

Then we can save.

When I've some time off, I'll go up to London and get it ready.

Maybe I can come with you.

We could do it together.

I've got an idea that a bit later on, if we want to...

If we want to start a family.

I thought, when the time is right, we might sell.

And we could buy a small hotel, just... just a little one, maybe near here.

Then we could work together and have the children with us.

What is it?

Nothing.

It's just... in my whole life, I never thought I could be as happy as I am at this moment.

(footsteps approaching) Don't worry.

I haven't come to undo your good work of the other night.

You must have been up before the servants.

They were rather surprised to see me.

I wanted to give you this.

It's my lucky charm.

I've had it always.

So you must promise to bring it back, without a scratch.

Won't you need it?

Not as much as you.

So look after it.

Please.

I'll try not to be a hero, if that's what you're afraid of.

Just come back safe and sound.

Did you have a happy time yesterday?

I showed Lavinia the places I like most.

To give her a few memories.

Mary, if I don't come back...

But... No.

If I don't... then do remember how very glad I am that we made up when we had the chance.

I mean it.

You send me off to war a happy man.

Will you do something for me?

Will you... will you look after Mother, if anything happens?

Of course we will, but it won't.

And Lavinia?

She's young, she'll find someone else-- I hope she does, anyway-- but until she does.

(trainman whistles) Good-bye, then.

And such good luck.

Good-bye, Mary.

And God bless you.

Lady Mary was very much part of the story, I can assure you.

ETHEL: But how do you know?

VERA: Well, you see, I worked for Lady Flintshire... Ethel.

I hope you've offered our visitor some tea?

I'll go and ask Daisy.

What is the first law of service?

We do not discuss the business of this house with strangers.

But she's not a stranger.

She's Mr. Bates' wife.

Has anyone told him she's here?

So you're Anna.

I am.

You're the one who went to call on my late lamented mother-in-law.

Yes, I did.

I know you did.

Sorry to keep you waiting, Vera.

I was up in the attic, sorting out some cupboards.

Don't worry.

I've been having a nice time here with Ethel and Miss Smith.

Mr. Bates, Ethel told me about your visitor, so I've had the tea put in my sitting room.

I thought you might take Mrs. Bates in there.

That's very thoughtful.

It is.

But then, you're all so kind.

I'm beginning to understand why my Batesy's got so spoiled.

I'm sorry to trouble you, my lady.

What is it, Carson?

Something has been going on, and I don't feel quite easy that you've not been made aware of it.

Goodness.

What is this dark secret?

Lady Sybil has spent the last two days in the kitchens.

What?

She asked Mrs. Patmore for some cooking lessons.

MRS. PATMORE: Now, steady.

Even the most experienced cook can burn themself if they're not careful.

Do you think it's ready?

I know it's ready.

Go on, you don't want to spoil it.

It seems she's made a cake for your ladyship, as a surprise.

But I'm uneasy with surprises at the best of times.

And I wonder if the whole exercise is entirely appropriate.

Ta-da!

No, I'm not comfortable with this, my lady.

I'm not comfortable at all.

CORA: I was worried about Lady Sybil, but I'm not worried anymore.

So you don't mind, my lady?

No.

I do not mind.

And I'm very grateful to you.

And Carson, the cake will be a surprise whether you approve or not, so please don't give me away.

Sit down.

I don't want to sit down.

Suit yourself.

Look, I'm not saying it's all your fault for how things were between us, but I couldn't go back to that.

I'll take the blame.

I'll go to some hotel in Malton with a tart.

So why hold on?

Because I tried it on my own and I don't like it.

You've got money now.

We'll be comfortable.

You're out of your mind.

What makes you think that I would allow that to happen?

You went to prison for me once.

I must say, this is very good.

Does Lord Grantham have his own blend?

Is that all?

Not quite.

You see, if you don't come back to me, I'm going to the newspapers with a cracking story.

And I'd like to bet the Granthams won't survive it.

Oh?

And what nonsense is this?

The nonsense I heard when I used your name to get a job with Lady Flintshire.

His lordship's cousin...

I know who Lady Flintshire is.

Well, when I arrived, her maid asked me if it was true about Lady Mary Crawley and the Turkish diplomat.

They thought I'd know, you see.

Being your wife.

I hope you told them you knew nothing about it.

(laughs) Oh...

I said, "Why don't you tell me what you think you know, and I'll tell you if it's true?"

Goodness me, wasn't my patience rewarded?

The public's bored with the war, you see.

They like gossip, and a diplomat dying in the bed of an earl's unmarried daughter?

Well, that takes the ticket for the Tale of the Year.

It's a pack of lies!

I assume that's loyalty and not ignorance?

Because you see, I heard that Lady Mary needed her maid to help her carry him.

And, yes, you've guessed it.

Your precious Anna's going to figure in the story, too.

Not to worry too much.

It's not a criminal offense, is it?

Just a social one.

You bitch!

Please.

Be my guest.

But then you must excuse me while I run into town and have it photographed.

What do you want from me?

Firstly, you'll hand in your notice.

Tonight.

I'll put up at the pub in the village.

And what reason do I give?

You don't need a reason.

Just tell them that you're going.

Then tomorrow we head back to London.

We'll stay in your mother's house for the time being 'til we get ourselves sorted.

And in case you're wondering, whatever my future plans may be, they will involve you.

Bates, when you first came here, I fought to keep you!

Everyone was against me, everyone, from her ladyship to Carson!

They thought I was mad!

But I said to them, "After all that we've been through together, Bates and I, I owe him my loyalty!"

I appreciate that, m'lord, but...

But what?

But loyalty doesn't matter to you?

It does matter, m'lord.

Not enough to make you change your mind!

Not even enough to make you stay until I've found a replacement!

I can't.

You won't take any more money off me.

You leave empty-handed!

I don't want money, m'lord.

I'm sorry, Bates.

That was a low shot.

Of course you can have whatever is owing to you.

I thought we were friends, that's all.

I thought we'd crossed the great divide successfully.

Well, well.

I've had my say.

It's your life.

But you've disappointed me, Bates.

I cannot remember being more disappointed in any man.

ANNA: I don't believe it.

You say my life is over and your wife will collect you first thing and that's it?

Have you mentioned this to anyone else?

Only Mr. Carson and Mrs. Hughes.

The others can find out when I've gone.

I know you've not told me the real reason.

You're wrong.

Vera has reminded me that I'm a married man, that I must give my vows another chance.

I had no right to involve you in my life.

Yes, but you see, that's just what I don't agree with.

You had every right.

I know you.

You're doing something gallant here.

Making a sacrifice for my honor.

But I don't want you to.

I don't care.

Don't you understand?

I don't care what people say.

I'd live in sin with you.

Look, if she's threatening to ruin me, then let her.

It's nothing to me.

The only ruin that I recognize is to be without you!

Forget me and be happy, please.

I couldn't.

Not ever.

You should and you must.

I am nothing.

DAISY: William?

I thought everyone had gone up.

I'm just looking for that magazine Ethel were reading.

I hope you've noticed I'm not scared of electricity anymore.

Well, not much.

I couldn't touch a switch when it were only upstairs, but I've got used to it now.

I hate to see you like this.

Even though I'm a dirty coward?

You're not.

Not to me.

But why don't I enlist?

I could.

I know I promised my Dad but he's not my owner, he's not the law.

Am I frightened?

Is that it?

Honestly?

Don't be so hard on yourself.

No one wants to go to war.

Oh, I wish you'd cheer up.

Please?

I'd do anything to cheer you up.

Like what?

Like this.

You just feel sorry for me.

William, I've kissed you.

You've wanted me to long enough.

Well, now I have.

Enjoy it.

Does this mean you'll be my girl?

Daisy, because if you were my girl, I know I could tackle anything.

(rumbling and explosions nearby) But we were supposed to be at rest for ten days at least.

The orders arrived this morning, sir.

The King's Own were hit bad, so they're out and we're in.

They've been shelling the trench since we got here.

Anybody hurt?

Rankin's dead, and Kent, and Corporal Wright was hit.

Thank God the stretcher bearers were there.

Let's see what the damage is now.

Sir!

All right?

Morning, sir.

(heavy shelling continues) Look out!

(explosion) Thomas?

It is Thomas, isn't it?

Corporal Barrow now, Mr. Crawley.

You'll never guess where I've just been.

VIOLET: Where's Anna?

She's not feeling very well today, your ladyship.

I've taken over for the time being.

Oh, that's so kind of you.

Just make sure Lady Sybil packs things she can get in and out of without a maid.

Oh, I don't need that.

I'd never wear it.

But you must have something decent.

Suppose you're invited to dinner?

I know this is hard for you to grasp, but I'm not there to go out to dinner.

I'm there to learn.

Take one.

Just in case.

We'll miss you.

Don't be silly.

It's only two months, and I'll come home if I can.

EDITH: Why don't I drive you?

She's taking enough chance with her life as it is.

Oh, Granny.

What is this driving mania?

EDITH: It'll be useful.

They won't let a healthy man drive us around for much longer.

And if Sybil can be a nurse, why can't I be a chauffeur?

VIOLET: Well, I shall leave you.

I have been summoned by Cousin Isobel for tea.

Good-bye, Sybil, and good luck with it all.

Thank you for being such a sport.

It's a big step you're taking, dear, but war deals out strange tasks.

Remember your Great-Aunt Roberta.

What about her?

She loaded the guns at Lucknow.

CORA: I'll come with you.

I'll tell William to fetch the bags.

CORA: The first of you to leave the nest.

I make no apology.

It would be a terrible thing if poor old Mr. Molesley's son were killed.

Wouldn't it, Molesley?

ISOBEL: I'm sure it would, but... VIOLET: And then I heard William's father would be left on his own if anything happened to the boy.

And what would become of Carson if the last of his staff were to go?

That's not the point.

Do you want Molesley to die?

ISOBEL: Of course I don't!

VIOLET: Well...

I don't want my own son to die, either.

But this is a war, and we must be in it together.

High and low, rich and poor.

There can be no "special cases."

Because every man at the front is a special case to someone.

CLARKSON: Mrs. Crawley is right.

I understand your motives, Lady Grantham, and I do not criticize them.

Thank you.

But I shall write to the Ministry at once, correcting the misinformation.

Good day.

I'll see myself out.

Molesley, you understand why I said what I did?

Indeed I do, ma'am.

You won't be called up at once.

Not while there are younger men to be taken.

VIOLET: But they'll get you in the end, Molesley.

And you can blame Mrs. Crawley when they do.

Has she gone?

She has.

So, we've lost Mr. Bates and Lady Sybil in one day.

You know, when Mr. Bates first came to this house, I thought, "He can never do the work."

But now I can't imagine the place without him.

Did you see this coming?

Because I didn't.

I have a confession.

I let them have their tea in my sitting room.

That was nice of you.

It was quite nice, but I had my reasons.

There's a grating on the wall, which means you can hear what's being said in the room.

Now if I was a gentleman, I wouldn't want to know.

But you're not.

Fortunately.

It'll be hard to let you go.

My last link with home.

Not as hard as it is for me.

Branson...

I know I shouldn't say it, but I can't keep it in any longer.

I wish you would.

I've told myself and told myself you're too far above me, but things are changing.

When the war is over, the world won't be the same place as it was when it started.

And I'll make something of myself, I promise.

I know you will.

Then bet on me.

And if your family casts you off, it won't be forever.

They'll come around, and until they do, I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness.

I'm terribly flattered.

Don't say that.

Why not?

Because "flattered" is a word posh people use when they're getting ready to say no.

That sounds more like you.

Please don't make fun of me.

No.

It's cost me all I've got to say these things.

Right.

I'll go.

I'll hand in my notice and I won't be there when you get back.

No, don't do that.

I must.

They won't let me stay when they've heard what I've said.

They won't hear.

Not from me.

Bloody hell.

There must be more to life than this.

You all right, Corporal?

I think so.

Yeah, more or less.

My God.

They won't believe it, back home where I come from.

I thought, "Medical corps.

Not much danger there."

How wrong can one man be?

Here.

I think it comes down to luck.

If the bullet's got your name on it, there's nothing you can do.

If not, then thank God you were lucky... Take these bodies away!

Come on, Corporal Barrow.

I cannot tell you how pleased I am to be here tonight, sir.

Oh, we are very pleased to have you here, Grantham.

You see, just to know I'm with you all, to sense that I belong here.

Well, it's as simple as this: I no longer feel like a fraud.

Mr. Molesley?

What are you doing here?

I was waiting to see you, Doctor.

How can I help?

It's just I was wondering whether you'd written that letter.

The one you spoke of this afternoon.

To the War Office?

Not yet.

I'm sorry you were involved in all that.

I should have checked with you first before I interfered.

That's just it.

You see, I think if you had checked with me, you'd have found exactly what Lady Grantham described.

I don't quite...

I have trouble with my lungs.

I get so... breathless sometimes, and...

I've noticed it's getting worse.

They haven't written to William yet-- the Ministry, I mean, but they have discharged me.

Won't it just make extra work for them to have to fail me all over again?

Very well.

I shall correct my statement as regards William, but make no mention of you.

Thank you, Doctor.

It's all right.

But Molesley...

I hope you will help the war effort in other ways.

Yeah, of course.

Well, I'm as ready now as I'll ever be.

For what?

To go to France with the regiment.

Why would you do that?

Because I'm their colonel, of course.

Well, there must be some use for me over there.

My dear fellow.

We're not as heartless as that!

The position is only an honorary one.

Nobody expects you to go to war.

An honorary one?

We thought it'd cheer things up a bit to have the Lord Lieutenant at our table.

And so it does.

We're very glad to welcome you here.

I see.

We old codgers have our work cut out for us keeping spirits high at home.

Someone must.

Oh, indeed, sir.

Is that Taxi Cavendish?

I must catch him before I go.

I don't suppose the war will leave any of us alone by the time it's done.

I'd a letter from Thomas the other day.

He writes that when he thinks about how things used to be, it seems like a dream.

It's not much more than two years ago, but he says it might as well be a century.

So you hear from Thomas.

Is he well?

Please give him my regards.

He's well enough, m'lady.

But I don't think he'd mind coming home.

Oh, how I wish he could, O'Brien.

CARSON: Your lordship, I have information that I have no proper claim to.

Well?

What is it?

Well, if your lordship can assure me that you will keep it to yourself?

I promise, Carson.

You can drop the last veil.

Well, I feel it only right to tell you that Mr. Bates's leaving was not selfish.

Quite the reverse.

It felt selfish to me.

As for the wretched Anna, bedizened with dishonest promises.

Mr. Bates left because, had he not done so, his wife was planning to engulf this house in scandal.

Scandal?

What scandal?

The point is, my lord, Mrs. Bates would have made Downton notorious.

The price of her silence was her husband's return.

But I must know what story she was planning to tell.

I'm sorry, my lord, I could not speak of it without injuring you and betraying myself.

But you are saying that Bates fell on his sword to protect the reputation of my family?

Ethel?

What are you doing?

Seeing to the plugs for the night.

What?

Polishing the electric plugs and checking them for vapors.

And why are you doing this?

Because you were too busy.

She said you usually did it, but could I manage it tonight.

And "she," I take it, would be Miss O'Brien?

Go to bed, Ethel.

And next time she gives you an order, ask me first.

CORA: Is anything the matter?

Nothing.

Except that today has shown me I'm not only a worthless man, but also a bad-tempered and ungrateful one.

Well, we all know that.

Can I help?

I wonder how Sybil is feeling.

The war's reaching its long fingers into Downton and scattering our chicks.

But I'm glad we made peace with Matthew.

I agree.

Let us thank Sir Richard Carlisle for distracting Mary at just the right moment.

By the way, she wants him to come and stay.

So we can all meet him.

She wants us to invite a hawker of newspaper scandal to stay as a guest in this house?

It's lucky I have a sense of irony.

(crying) ANNA: Not you, too.

What's the matter?

Why ask?

You don't care.

Ethel... Perhaps if you stopped going on about all the marvelous things you're going to do when you leave service.

But you've got to have dreams.

Don't you have any dreams?

Of course I do.

Big dreams.

It's just that I know now they won't be coming true.

(door opens) What do you want?

I think I left my book in here.

Is that all?

You were praying.

Don't be ridiculous.

You were praying.

What were you praying for?

Please go.

I'm tired.

(door closes) Dear Lord, I don't pretend to have much credit with you.

I'm not even sure that you're there.

But if you are, and if I've ever done anything good, I beg you to keep him safe.

You look very comfortable there, Corporal.

THOMAS: Would you like some, sir?

We've got condensed milk and sugar.

I won't ask how you managed that.

Go on, sir.

That's nectar.

Are you sure you can spare it?

Gladly, if we can talk about the old days and forget about all this for a minute or two.

Do you ever hear from anyone?

Oh, yes.

Miss O'Brien keeps me informed.

Lady Edith's driving.

Lady Sybil's training as a nurse.

Miss O'Brien tells me the hospital's busier than ever, with the wounded coming in.

Is that true?

Certainly is.

They had a concert when I was there, to raise extra funds.

I'm curious, sir.

Do you think I could ever get a transfer back to the hospital?

Seeing as it's war work?

Well, you'd have to be sent home from the front first.

And then you might have to pull a few strings.

Thank you for that.

Thank you very much.

What would my mother say?

Me entertaining the future Earl of Grantham to tea.

War has a way of distinguishing between the things that matter and the things that don't.

(breathing nervously) (gunshot) (yells in pain) Thank you.

Thank you for my deliverance.

(birds chirping) A letter for you, William.

Why on earth are you doing that?

Well, someone's got to.

Yes, indeed they do, and that someone is William or one of the maids.

You're making work for yourself Mr. Carson, and I've no sympathy with that.

I'm not asking for sympathy.

I don't think it should be... What?

Oh for heaven's sake, man, if something's wrong, put it right!

I'm sorry Lang, I don't mean to snap.

Nothing to worry about, m'lord.

You've been in the trenches; I have not.

I have no right to criticize.

I'm not a soldier now.

You've been invalided out.

That is perfectly honorable.

Is it?

I know people look at me and wonder why I'm not in uniform.

Then you refer them to me, and I'll give them a piece of my mind.

Hmm?

(sighs) Penny for your thoughts.

MRS. PATMORE: They're worth a great deal more than that, thank you very much.

What is it?

My papers, they've come.

I've been called up.

Oh... you never have.

What does it mean?

I'm to report for my medical next Wednesday, and once I'm through that I go to Richmond for training.

And then you go to war?

With any luck.

I'll be beggared if it's over before I get there.

Well, if they'd listen to me, it'd be over by teatime.

Daisy, I wonder, would you give me a picture to take with me?

I haven't got one.

Well, then have one taken.

On your afternoon off, please.

That's enough.

Let her get on with her work.

How is Thomas coming along?

I wish he could be treated at our hospital here.

Well, it's only for officers.

Of course.

Although, ideally, he'd love to be transferred there.

To work.

He won't be sent back to the front?

Not with his hand the way it is.

It's such a pity he isn't under Dr. Clarkson.

We might have been able to influence him a bit.

I should hope so.

Why, without this family and all the money you've spent, his precious hospital wouldn't exist at all.

Perhaps I'll ask his advice-- you never know.

I was sure you'd have a good idea of what to do for the best.

MATTHEW: Fancy a tour in England, Davis?

I assume you're having me on, sir.

Not at all.

General Sir Herbert Strutt has asked for my transfer to be his ADC.

He's touring England to boost recruitment, and he's remembered that I know Manchester and Yorkshire pretty well.

It'll mean a couple of months at home and a promotion to captain.

I can't object to that.

I've only got a few days before the medical, m'lady.

CORA: Then go and tell your father.

You don't mind, do you, Carson?

We must manage with no footmen at all from next Wednesday.

It'll be no different if we start now.

And you've always got Lang.

CORA: We wish you every good fortune.

Don't we, darling?

We certainly do.

Good luck, William.

Thank you, m'lord.

So, both my footmen have gone to the war, while I cut ribbons and make speeches.

And keep people's spirits up, which is very important.

By God, I envy them, though.

I envy their self-respect and I envy their ability to sleep at night.

O'BRIEN: Mr. Carson doesn't like the smell of cleaning materials in the servants' hall.

Not just before luncheon.

Come on, Miss O'Brien.

We don't want to be unfriendly, do we?

You obviously don't.

Never mind.

Finish it now you've started, but don't blame me if Mr. Carson takes a bite out of you.

(clears throat) Hello, Mr. Lang.

Everything all right?

Why do you say that?

No reason.

I only meant I hope you're enjoying yourself.

I know I would be, in your shoes.

You never tried for the job, did you?

I never got the chance.

I'd no sooner heard that Mr. Bates was gone than he arrived.

(chuckles) What brings you here, Mr. Molesley?

I was wondering if Anna was anywhere around.

I could find her if you like.

No, no, no, no.

Just give her this.

We were talking about it the other day, and I came across a copy in Ripon.

Elizabeth and Her German Garden.

Whatever's that about?

It's about an invitation to talk some more, that's what.

CORA: Goodbye, Doctor Clarkson.

CLARKSON: Lady Grantham?

I'd love to help, but it's not within my power to hook men from hither and thither as I please.

That's not at all what I was asking.

Forgive me, but I thought you were saying that you wanted Corporal Barrow to come and work here when he's fully recovered.

I think it a credit to him that he wants to continue to serve in this way, after he's been wounded.

Well, that's as maybe, but it's not for me to decide what happens next.

(sighs) Mr. Carson, are you quite well?

Oh, leave me alone.

(strains) Oh, are you all right, Carson?

Of course.

That is, perfectly all right, your ladyship, thank you.

Uh, no.

EDITH: Cousin Isobel says Matthew's coming home in a fortnight.

He's touring England with some general.

ROBERT: We'll have a dinner when he's here.

I was going to ask Richard Carlisle about then.

For Saturday to Monday.

VIOLET: You be careful, Mary.

Sir Richard mustn't think you're after him.

Isn't that the truth?

The truth is neither here nor there; it's the look of the thing that matters.

Ask Rosamund.

It'll take the edge off it.

That'd be nice.

Like before the war.

How can we manage a great pre-war house party without a single footman?

My dear, Rosamund is not a house party.

She's blood.

I saw Mrs. Drake when I went into the village.

The wife of John Drake, who has Longfield Farm.

Oh?

What did she have to say?

Apparently, their final able-bodied farmhand has been called up.

They need a man to drive the tractor.

Well, hasn't Drake recovered from his illness?

I thought he was better.

No, he is.

He's much, much better.

But he doesn't drive.

So I told her I could do it.

What?

I said I could drive the tractor.

VIOLET: Edith, you are a lady, not Toad of Toad Hall.

Well, I'm doing it.

EDITH: Don't look so bewildered.

It's simple.

I will drive the tractor.

Can you do that?

Absolutely.

Can you hitch up the plough or whatever it is I'm dragging?

Of course.

When would you like me to start?

Well, I'd better get you something to wear, then.

Oh, I like a bit of life in the house, but I just hope Mr. Carson doesn't spontaneously combust.

I had a letter yesterday.

Yes?

It's my sister's boy, he's with the Lancashire Fusiliers.

Only he's gone missing.

"Missing, presumed dead," they call it.

Oh, no.

How did it happen?

That's just it, they can't find out how it happened, why it happened, whether we can be sure it did happen or he isn't lying prisoner somewhere.

Why not ask his lordship?

He'll have friends in the War Office, they can dig something up.

Oh, I don't like to bother him.

Why not?

He's got broad shoulders.

That's ever so fine, Mr. Lang.

However can you make those big hands do such delicate work?

I expect there's no end to the things they could manage.

Giving you a slap for a start.

That is good.

Very good.

I like to see a proper skill.

These days, blokes think they can be a valet if they can smile and tie a shoelace.

But there's an art to it, and I can tell you've got it.

My mother taught me.

She was a lady's maid, like you.

Well, she knew what she was about.

Oh, Mr. Lang, as you know, Sir Richard Carlisle arrives later and the Crawleys are coming for dinner tonight.

I really can't have maids in the dining room for such a party, so I'd be grateful if you'd help me and play the footman.

Me?

Wait at table?

Well, it's not ideal, but I'm afraid I've no choice.

The footmen's liveries are in the cupboard just past Mrs. Hughes's sitting room.

You should find one to fit you.

ROBERT: I'm not sure what I can do, but I'm happy to try.

What's his name?

Archie.

That is, Archibald Philpotts.

He was in the Lancashire Fusiliers.

They think he was in northern France.

You realize the most likely outcome is that he has indeed been killed?

I understand, m'lord.

But we'd rather know the worst than wonder.

Mmm.

Ah.

Oh, hello, Mr. Molesley.

What are you doing here?

I asked inside, and they said you were over in the laundry.

Lady Mary wants to wear this tonight.

I wasn't sure it was done.

I was really wondering if you'd had a chance to read that book.

You only gave it to me yesterday.

Of course, of course.

But when you have read it, I hope we can exchange our views.

That'd be nice.

Perhaps we might bring some of the others in.

We could have a sort of reading club.

We could do that.

Or we could talk about it together, just we two.

Heavens.

It's later than I thought.

I must get on.

(door opens) I'm off to change, but I wanted you to know I sent a note down to Clarkson which should do the trick.

What did you say?

Only that I gathered you'd asked a favor and, given that the estate shoulders the hospital costs, it did seem a little unfair if we weren't allowed a few perks.

Quite right.

Thank you, darling.

Well done, m'lady.

(tractor engine running) Ready?

Ready!

(gears grinding) Come on, damn you.

(cheering) To the victor, the spoils.

Did you plant that tree?

Steady on.

It must be 40 years old.

It's not a flattering light.

(chuckles) My father planted it.

But you have to be tough with fruit trees and not let them outstay their welcome.

Farming needs a kind of toughness, doesn't it?

There's room for sentiment but not sentimentality.

Beautifully put, if I may say so, m'lady.

You should be a writer.

Thank you.

How are you getting on?

Very well, I think.

And it's not too hard for you?

Not at all.

She's stronger than she looks.

I've brought you something to eat, m'lady, though I'm afraid it's not what you're used to.

Hey, it's not for you.

So it is you.

Ethel thought I must have a soldier fancy man.

Is she the new maid?

Yes.

She's a soppy sort.

So, tell me, was Doctor Clarkson thrilled to have your services?

Oh, it's Major Clarkson now, but yes.

I don't know how you did it.

What about your Blighty?

My God.

It's not so bad.

And it lived up to its name and got me home.

You'd better come inside.

THOMAS: Where's William?

DAISY: Training for the army.

I thought he might have died for love of you.

Don't be nasty.

Not as soon as you're back.

Imagine Carson without a footman.

Like a ringmaster without a pony.

We'll have none of your cheek, thank you, Thomas.

I'm very sorry, Mrs. Hughes, but I'm not a servant anymore.

I take my orders from Major Clarkson.

Who's this?

O'BRIEN: Ethel, the new maid.

I told you.

When I saw you out there, I didn't realize I was dealing with an ex-footman.

I'm the one that got away.

Gives hope to us all.

Ethel, get ready to help with the luggage.

They're nearly back with Sir Richard.

We've got a visitor, Mr. Carson.

I've seen him.

Where's Mr. Bates?

O'BRIEN: Gone.

Replaced by Mr. Lang.

So not all the changes were bad.

Hello.

We're so pleased to have you here, Sir Richard.

Lady Grantham.

Welcome.

Thank you.

I hope the train wasn't too tiring.

Not a bit.

Hello, Mary.

No, I got a lot done.

Hello, Aunt Rosamund.

Brother, dear.

How are you?

Lovely to see you, Rosamund.

He's nice, isn't he?

To be honest, he spent the entire journey reading his own papers.

But I'm sure I'll love him dearly if he'll ever look up from the page.

Branson, when you've finished unloading, run down to the hospital and remind Lady Sybil that we expect her here for dinner.

And tell her I mean it.

Really, they're working her like a packhorse in a mine!

I think she enjoys it, though.

Please tell her to come home in time to change.

SYBIL: I can't possibly come!

Really, Mama is incorrigible.

It's not poor Branson's fault.

SYBIL: But what is the point of Mama's soirées?

What are they for?

Well, I'm going up for dinner tonight and I'm glad.

Is that wrong?

Thomas, you can cover for Nurse Crawley, can't you?

I can.

So you're back then, safe and sound.

That's not how I'd put it, with my hand the way it is.

But yes, Major Clarkson's found me a place.

And I'm grateful.

Can you give Lieutenant Courtenay his pills?

Of course I can, I'd be glad to.

So the fashion for cocktails before dinner hasn't reached Yorkshire?

I could get Carson to make you one, but I won't guarantee the result.

CARSON: Mrs. Crawley, Captain Crawley and Miss Swire.

Ah, Isobel.

Well now, still in one piece, thank God.

Touch wood.

I never stop touching it.

MARY: Do you know Sir Richard Carlisle?

My cousin, Captain Crawley.

CARLISLE: How do you do?

ROBERT: And his fiancée, Miss Swire.

I know Miss Swire.

Her uncle and I are old friends.

Well, old acquaintances, anyway.

SYBIL: What do you think Mary sees in him?

Besides the money, you mean?

It must be more than that.

For you.

Not necessarily for her.

ROBERT: What's General Strutt like?

MATTHEW: You know.

Rather important.

And brave.

He got the DSO in South Africa.

Is there any chance it might be permanent, that we can count you out of danger?

It would be such a relief.

I wouldn't want that, I'm afraid.

He's promised to get me back to France when he's done with me.

How's your new appointment with the North Ridings working out?

Oh, that.

It seems I won't be going to the front after all.

I made a mistake.

They only wanted a mascot.

Mary tells me you're in newspapers?

Well, I own a few.

Oh?

That must be quite a responsibility at a time like this, you know, in a war, when it's so important to keep people's spirits up.

Lady Grantham, my responsibility is to my investors.

I need to keep my readership up.

I leave the public's spirits to government propaganda.

So now you've met Granny.

I warn you, she has very strong opinions.

You need have no fear where that's concerned, my dear.

We are more than evenly matched.

Where are the spoons for this?

Just here.

Oh my God, I've forgotten the sauce.

Mr. Lang's bringing the sauce and the Melba toast.

Right, right.

Good.

Now, Mr. Lang, are you ready?

I think so.

It's always the left, and not ladies first?

No.

Just follow Mr. Carson.

Start with old lady Grantham, then his lordship.

Then just go on round.

You must have done this before?

Not since the war started.

I don't think I ever knew that.

Why isn't it just ladies first?

Wouldn't it be more polite?

That's the way it's done on the continent.

And we don't like foreign ways here.

I gather your footman, Thomas, has returned to the village.

Crikey, where did you see him?

At the hospital.

Seems he's working there.

I wonder how he wangled that.

No, no, no.

Get back!

Behind me!

(quietly): What do you make of our plutocrat?

ROSAMUND: He's an opportunity.

Mary needs a position and preferably a powerful one.

He can provide it.

You don't think she'd be happier with a more traditional setup?

Will she have the option?

Thank you, but I already have some.

No, no, give that to me.

(screams) I do apologize, m'lady!

I... Mr. Lang, get a cloth.

(groaning) Carson?

Carson, what's the matter?

MARY: Now, Carson, it's all right.

Everything will be fine.

Edith, go with Branson and fetch Major Clarkson.

I'll telephone and explain what's happened.

And what about my dress?

Edith, we'll get you a coat!

Come!

Sybil will know what to do until the doctor comes.

You'll find there's never a dull moment in this house.

MATTHEW: Lady Sybil and I will take him upstairs.

If Mrs. Hughes will show us the way, please.

I can help.

No, let me, I know what I'm doing.

I'm sure that's not necessary, m'lady.

It's not m'lady now, Carson.

MRS. HUGHES (whispers): Mr. Lang.

SYBIL: It's Nurse Crawley.

MRS. HUGHES: Mr. Lang.

Anna and Ethel, I must trust the dinner to you.

ETHEL: Well, I'd say the first course is a thing of the past.

Then clear and lay the hot plates.

Daisy, you fetch the beef and the rest of it.

And Anna, you'll have to serve the wine.

Mr. Lang, you can clear up the mess.

I'll do that.

There's no need.

I don't mind.

I thank you.

Mr. Lang, you'd better go downstairs.

Well, Clarkson's seen him.

It's definitely not a heart attack, but he does need rest.

He's working much too hard.

For a start, he's just got to let the maids serve in the dining room.

Quite right.

There is a war.

Even Carson has to make sacrifices.

Poor Lang!

He looked like a rabbit in front of a snake.

I don't understand it.

He seemed so solid when I met him, even taciturn, but now he's a bundle of nerves.

I heard what you said to Matthew about the regiment.

Everyone else knows what a fool I made of myself.

Why shouldn't he?

I don't think you're a fool.

Isn't that enough?

No.

Maybe it should be, but it isn't.

(bombs exploding, gunfire echoing) (gasps) O'BRIEN: Are you all right, Mr. Lang?

You're not, are you?

I've seen shell shock before, you know.

I had a brother with it.

My favorite brother, as it happens.

And I was his favorite too.

They sent him back and he's dead now.

They won't send me back.

I'm a goner as far as they're concerned.

You shouldn't be working yet.

I must work.

I don't know what I'd do else.

I have to work.

Mr. Lang?

I thought you'd gone up.

He wanted to hang up the livery before it got creased.

Well, we can discuss the dinner another time.

I'll say goodnight.

Goodnight, Mrs. Hughes.

LANG: Goodnight.

May I come in?

That's very kind of you, m'lady, but do you think you should?

Let's hope my reputation will survive it.

And rest easy.

Please.

I gather it isn't too serious.

Oh, I've been very stupid, m'lady.

I let myself get flustered.

I regard that as highly unprofessional.

It won't happen again.

You mustn't be too hard on yourself.

I was particularly sorry to spoil things for Sir Richard, knowing he was a guest of yours.

Don't be.

I think he found it all quite exciting.

Will we be seeing a lot of him?

I don't know.

Maybe.

And Captain Crawley?

Is he happy with the changes, so to speak?

May I give you one piece of advice, m'lady?

Tell him what's in your heart.

If you still love him, let him know.

Then, even if he's killed-- and he may be-- you won't be sorry.

If you don't tell him, you could regret it all your life long.

And what about Miss Swire?

Oh, Miss Swire?

As if any man in his right mind could prefer Miss Swire to you.

Oh, I'm so sorry, m'lady.

I didn't know you were in here.

I was just going.

Carson's been boosting my confidence.

That's something I'd never have thought she was short of.

What about you, sir?

What did you do before the war started?

I was up at Oxford.

But I only ever planned to farm.

Farm and shoot and hunt and fish... and everything I'll never do again.

You don't know that, sir.

We've had cases of gas blindness wearing off.

Rare cases.

And much sooner than this.

It doesn't help me to be lied to, you know.

I'm finished.

And I'd rather face it than dodge it.

I'd better go.

ROBERT: Where's Rosamund?

CORA: She's with your mama, trying to talk her into the idea of Sir Richard.

You don't sound very enthusiastic.

Are you?

Can we stop for a minute?

Don't tell me you're tired.

I'm not tired, I'm hot.

This tweed is too thick.

It looks more suited to shooting than walking.

I had it made for the weekend.

I didn't know there was a difference.

It doesn't matter.

That's like the rich who say that money doesn't matter.

It matters enough when you haven't got it.

I know you don't care about our silly rules.

You're always very clear on that score.

You make me sound rude, and I hope I'm not that.

I mean to learn how to do things properly and I'm sure you could help me a lot.

But I'm not ashamed of being what they call a self-made man.

I'm proud of it.

Is the point of all this to test me in some way?

Maybe.

Are you shocked by my bold and modern values?

Oh, Sir Richard, you flatter yourself.

It takes a good deal more than that to shock me.

ROSAMUND: But Mama, who do you imagine is out there with more to offer?

I am not a romantic.

I should hope not.

But even I will concede that the heart does not exist solely for the purpose of pumping blood.

That is charming, especially from you.

But Mary seems to have blotted her copybook in some way.

So she needs a suitable marriage that will mend her fences.

How do we know Carlisle is suitable?

I mean, who is he?

Who'd ever heard of him before the war?

Sir Richard is powerful and rich, and well on the way to a peerage.

Of course he may not be all that one would wish, but Mary can soon smooth off the rough edges.

How can Matthew have chosen that little blonde piece?

You speak so eloquently of the human heart, Mama.

You must be aware of its vagaries.

Things cannot be as they were and, whatever you might think, Jack has your best interests at heart.

Stop.

Who's Jack?

My younger brother.

He means to replace me.

It's what he's always wanted.

Yeah, well...

I'm sorry.

I mustn't bore you.

Don't let them walk all over you.

You've got to fight your corner.

What with?

Your brain.

You're not a victim.

Don't let them make you into one.

You know when you talk like that, I almost believe you.

Well, you should believe me.

All my life, they've pushed me around just because I'm different.

How?

Why are you different?

Never mind.

Look... Look, I...

I don't know if you're going to see again or not.

But I do know you have to fight back.

LAVINIA: How dare you threaten me!

How dare I?

Oh, I assure you, I dare a great deal more than that.

LAVINIA: But you can't.

You wouldn't!

CARLISLE: I didn't say I would.

I was merely reminding you it was in my power.

Lady Painswick.

Lady Rosamund.

I'm sorry, I'll get these things sorted out before too long.

It's not important.

Miss Swire and I were just talking about old times.

Happy old times, I hope.

Will you forgive me?

I want to write some letters before dinner.

Let's have a rest.

We've earned it.

I should have gone in for a glass.

I don't suppose you can drink out of a bottle, can you, m'lady?

I wish you'd call me Edith.

And of course I can drink from the bottle.

Would you like me to teach you to drive?

Not much.

'Cause then you wouldn't come here no more.

Although that wouldn't matter to you.

Why do you say that?

You're pretty and clever and fine.

You're from a different world.

Is something wrong?

No.

We're just having a break.

Because you want to get in to town to fetch the bone meal and be back in time to feed the cows before it's dark.

They could always have a midnight feast.

(laughter) THOMAS: That's it.

That's right, sir.

If you move the stick fast enough, you don't have to slacken your pace.

And check the width of the space as well as any possible obstruction.

CLARKSON: Lieutenant Courtenay.

Well done.

You're making good progress.

Thanks to my saviors, sir.

So you'll be pleased to hear that we're all agreed that it's time for you to continue your treatment elsewhere.

What?

At Farley Hall.

You're not ill anymore.

All you need is time to adjust to your condition, and the staff at Farley can help with that.

But sir, these two are helping me here.

Oh, Nurse Crawley and Corporal Barrow are not trained in specialist care...

Please don't send me away.

Not yet.

Sir, surely we...

Lieutenant, you must know that every one of our beds is needed for the injured and dying from Arras.

Hmm?

Corporal, I'll see you in my office.

Sir, I only meant to say that Lieutenant Courtenay is depressed...

I will not leave wounded soldiers freezing or sweating under canvas because one junior officer is depressed!

(knock on door) Yes?

I thought you may want to know what I think.

Why should I?

Nurse Crawley, I may not be your social superior in a Mayfair ballroom, but in this hospital I have the deciding voice.

Please help him prepare his belongings.

He leaves first thing in the morning.

Anna and Ethel will wait at the table and I will supervise.

What's wrong with that?

Nothing.

Except that it's how a chartered accountant would have his dinner served.

I can think of worse insults.

If you say so.

But I don't want Lang allowed anywhere near it.

Oh, Mr. Bates, where are you when we need you?

Can you bring me the wine ledgers and I'll make a selection?

His lordship's already done that.

Just try to rest.

To rest or to feel redundant?

Both, if it'll slow you down for a minute and a half.

The world does not turn on the style of a dinner.

My world does.

How's Carson getting on?

Oh, much better, m'lady.

Mrs. Hughes is having a job keeping him in bed.

He gave me some advice last night.

Oh, yes?

Was it good advice?

It was about honesty.

He thinks I should say what I really feel.

Sounds a bit wild for Mr. Carson.

But do you think he's right?

Well, they do say honesty is the best policy.

And I think you regret being honest less often than you regret telling lies.

(quietly crying) He must have smuggled a razor into his bed.

There was nothing to be done.

It's because we ordered him to go.

We don't know that.

This is a tragedy, I don't deny it.

But I cannot see what other course was open to me.

We have no room for men to convalesce here and Farley is the nearest house I can send them to.

There is a solution, and it's staring us in the face.

Downton Abbey.

(scoffs): Would they ever allow it?

Or even consider it?

I think they would.

After this, I think they can be made to.

(train whistle blows) But Sir Richard, you don't have to... Richard, please.

You see, I want you to marry me.

Why?

Because I think very highly of you.

Very highly?

Goodness.

I mean it.

I think we'd do well together.

We could be a good team.

Now, that sounds better.

But I can't help thinking that tradition demands a little mention of love.

Oh, I can talk about love and moon and June and all the rest of it, if you wish.

But we're more than that.

We're strong and sharp and we can build something worth having, you and I, if you'll let us.

Your proposal is improving by leaps and bounds.

You must give me some time, but I promise to think about it.

Properly.

I'm counting on it.

(busy din) Right to the other end, back you go.

Her ladyship had Mrs. Patmore make this up for you.

So you could eat something during the day.

Oh, I won't have time.

Oh, Matthew.

I'm afraid I'm very busy, as you can see.

Yes, I just want to help.

Right over there.

Is it what you thought it would be?

No.

No, it's more savage and more cruel than I could have imagined.

But, I feel useful for the first time in my life.

And that must be a good thing.

SYBIL: Matthew, are you busy?

No, of course not.

BRANSON: So you wouldn't go back to your life before the war?

No.

No, I could never go back to that again.

(bell tolling) (sniffling) Lavinia?

What's the matter?

Are you looking for Matthew?

I was.

But it's not important.

Tell me what it is.

Please.

He has to go a day early.

Tomorrow morning, in fact.

Only to meet his general, surely?

Not back to France?

But he must go back one day, and I can't stop thinking about what I'd do if anything happened to him.

I know he'll be all right.

No, you don't.

None of us do.

We say that sort of thing, but we don't know.

If he died, I don't think I could go on living.

What's doing?

Excuse me.

Lavinia's a bit upset.

She's awfully cut up that I have to go early.

But it's only to Coventry, which doesn't sound too dangerous.

If you're looking for Mother, she's at the hospital.

I've just come from there.

Actually, it's you I came to see.

Oh?

How can I help?

Mary, can you stay for luncheon?

I can't, but thank you.

So, what was your mission?

Just to say... we hope you're still coming for dinner tonight.

Certainly we are.

Why wouldn't we?

Sure?

It'll be your last evening.

Why?

Don't you want me?

Of course I want you.

Very much.

I'm sorry you've had a wasted journey.

Not at all.

I needed an excuse for a walk.

I'll see you at 8:00.

Ethel said you wanted me.

No, no, I just need a word with you.

If it's about that book, I'm afraid... No, no, no, it's not about the book.

What is it, then?

I understand that Mr. Bates has gone for good.

Yes.

I believe that's true.

So I was hoping we might be able to see a little more of each other.

Mr. Molesley, I take this as a real compliment.

But it's not going to happen.

No.

You see, if you had a child and that child was taken from you, if the child was sent to the moon, there'd never be one day when they were out of your thoughts, nor one moment when you weren't praying for their welfare.

Even if you knew you'd never see them again.

And that's you and Mr. Bates.

That's me and Mr. Bates.

But thank you.

I've kept you too long.

You'd better get back or they'll come looking for you.

We've done a lot, haven't we?

We have.

I'll be forced to invent some tasks, or there'll be no need for you to come much more.

Then start inventing.

Please.

I will.

Because I'd hate it if you were to stay away.

So would I. I'd absolutely hate it.

I can't believe I've done that.

EDITH: I'm awfully glad you did.

DRAKE: You'll have me thrown in the tower.

EDITH: Only if they give me the key.

I do have some news of your nephew.

I telephoned the War Office and they have just come back to me.

But I'm afraid it's not good news.

I...

I knew he was dead all along.

I said so to my sister.

I said, "Kate," I said, "he's gone and you'll have to face...” Mrs. Patmore, it's worse than that.

What can be worse than being dead?

Private Philpotts was shot for cowardice on the 17th of February.

Oh, my God.

This explains why the regiment was reluctant to supply information.

Mrs. Hughes, could you come in, please?

ROBERT: Mrs. Patmore has had some bad news.

Her nephew has been killed.

Oh, he never has.

MRS. PATMORE: And that's not all...

It is all, Mrs. Patmore.

Let us make sure it is all.

Your sister needs to know no more than this.

We cannot know the truth.

We should not judge.

I think it's a ridiculous idea!

Why?

Because this is a house, not a hospital.

MARY: But Granny, a convalescent home is where people rest and recuperate.

But if there are relapses, what then?

Amputation in the dining room?

Resuscitation in the pantry?

Oh, it would certainly be the most tremendous disturbance if you knew how chaotic things are as it is.

But when there's so much good can be done.

(slams cane on floor) I forbid it!

To have strange men prodding and prying around the house, to say nothing of pocketing the spoons.

It's out of the question!

I hesitate to remind you, but this is my house now, Robert's and mine, and we will make the decision.

VIOLET: I see.

So now I'm an outsider who need not be consulted?

Since you put it like that, yes.

What was it like at the hospital today?

At the front, the men pray to be spared, of course.

But if that's not to be, they pray for a bullet that kills them cleanly.

For too many of them today, that prayer had not been answered.

We'll eat in about 20 minutes.

WILLIAM: Good.

And would you have any to spare for a poor traveler?

DAISY: William!

I don't believe it.

Pinch me.

I am your dream come true.

You're like a real soldier.

I am a real soldier, thank you very much.

Now, come and give me a kiss.

MRS. PATMORE: Oh, we'll have none of that.

Won't you let a Tommie kiss his sweetheart, Mrs. Patmore, when he's off to fight the Hun?

Have you finished your training?

Not yet.

But it won't be long now.

Well, on the eve of departure, we'll see.

But right now, put her down.

So, what do you think?

Smart, ain't it?

(sighs) ANNA: William?

What a treat to see you, and how smart you look.

Welcome.

Thanks.

Supper won't be long.

I'm just going up to clear the dining room.

Shall I help?

Course not.

You're in the army now.

So, still full of the joys of warfare?

I'm not sorry to be part of it, Mr. Lang, and I can't pretend I am.

Oh, yes, you're part of it.

Like a metal cog is part of a factory, or a grain of sand is part of the beach.

It's all right, Mr. Lang, I understand.

And I'm not saying I'm important, or owt like that.

But I believe in this war.

I believe in what we're fighting for and I want to do my bit.

Then God help you.

Edith seems jolly tonight.

She's found her métier.

Farm laboring.

Don't be so tough on her.

That's like asking the fox to spare the chicken.

What about you?

Last time you told me good news was imminent.

Would you be happy if it were?

Of course.

I've found someone now, and I want you to do the same.

If you'd taken another minute to make up your mind, sir, we'd all have marched over the cliff!

(laughter) WILLIAM: And I'll tell you something else as well... William's got more to say than a Parliamentary candidate.

What's the matter?

I know it's my fault, but I wish I hadn't let him think that we're like sweethearts, because we're not.

Not by my reckoning, anyway.

Too late for second thoughts now, Missy.

You don't have to marry him when it comes to it, but you can't let him go to war with a broken heart, or he won't come back.

What a time we've had.

Poor Sir Richard must have thought he'd come to a mad house.

I don't expect it'll put him off.

I'm going to accept him.

Do you think I should?

That's not for me to say.

If you love him more than anyone in the world, then of course you should.

It's not as simple as that.

No?

It is for me, but then, I'm not your ladyship.

Did you love Bates more than anyone else in the world?

I did.

I do.

I'll never love again like I love him.

Never.

Well, there you are, then.

One day you'll meet someone else and you'll marry.

Perhaps it will be second best, but it doesn't mean you can't have a life.

I think it does, for me.

Are you sure you should be doing this, Carson?

We've managed very well with Mrs. Hughes.

Quite sure, m'lord.

And breakfast is not a taxing assignment.

Edith, this is a message for you.

Mrs. Drake writes that they've decided to hire a man, so they won't be needing you anymore.

Is that all she says?

Well, she's very grateful.

Here we are.

She says she and Drake send their thanks to you for giving up so much of your valuable time.

I expect it's rather a relief.

Oh, I wouldn't say that.

Not entirely.

Has Lady Sybil gone already?

She had a tray at half past 6:00.

ROBERT: She would.

Carson, have they told you we're to be turned into a hospital?

MARY: A convalescent home.

I'm afraid we've all bullied you into the whole thing.

I hope you're not dreading it too much.

Not dreading it exactly, but it's a brave new world we're headed for, no doubt about that.

We must try to meet it with as much grace as we can muster.

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