Episode 3

♪ ♪ EDITH: Mary, the men are arranging the concert now and they are so anxious for us both to be in it, or there'll be no girls at all.

Please say you will.

Do I have to?

CORA: Yes, you do.

Keeping their spirits up is an important part of the cure, and it's so very little to ask.

What's going on?

The men are putting on a concert.

Can I help?

Edith has it under control.

I do, if Mary's willing.

Oh, all right.

One song and that's your lot.

What time is Dr. Clarkson's round?

It's already happened.

Without me?

Why?

I'm not very late.

We didn't see the need to wait.

Mrs. Hughes, I need to steal you for a minute.

I have to check the linen books.

But I went over them last week.

MRS. HUGHES: Very good, m'lady.

I'll get started.

Surely I can... CORA: Anna, can you tell Mrs. Patmore it'll be easier for me to go through the menus this afternoon?

Of course, your ladyship.

Cousin Cora...

Please, can it wait?

I've a mountain to get through.

EDITH: There's a parcel for you.

Thank you.

There's a little one for you.

This one looks as if it's been opened but it hasn't.

(Ethel giggling) Ethel?

Have you nothing to do?

I was keeping her talking.

You mustn't blame her.

I don't.

MARY: What a lovely day.

VIOLET: Are you quite sure about Lavinia?

She wasn't Sir Richard's mistress.

She gave him the evidence to settle a debt of someone she loved.

And this is your beau, is it?

A man who lends money, then uses it to blackmail the recipient?

He lives in a tough world.

And will you be joining him there?

Richard Carlisle is powerful.

He's rich and getting richer.

He wants to buy a proper house, you know, with an estate.

He says after the war, the market will be flooded and we can take our pick.

Oh?

And you can dance on the grave of a fallen family.

They will fall, lots of them.

Some won't rise again, but I don't intend to be among them.

That leaves Matthew.

That's done now, Granny.

Finished.

It's time to move forward.

What about Sybil?

Does she have anyone in her sights?

Not that I know of.

Are you sure she has no chap in mind?

How odd.

I had an endless series of crushes at her age.

I don't think so.

Not even some man she doesn't care to mention?

What do you mean?

Well, war breaks down barriers, and when peacetime re-erects them, it's very easy to find oneself on the wrong side.

Really, Granny.

How can you say that I'm too worldly but Sybil's not worldly enough?

You cannot be so contrary.

I'm a woman, Mary.

I can be as contrary as I choose.

ISOBEL: But I don't understand.

The patients are always served their luncheon at half past 12:00.

Well, today they'll be served at 1:00.

Is this something I can help with?

Mrs. Patmore seems to be disobeying my instructions and I can't get to the reason why.

If you mean the patients' new lunch time, her ladyship felt that it made the staff luncheon unreasonably early.

She moved it so that they could eat at noon.

But that will interfere with the nurses' shifts.

Oh no, she's altered those, too.

Has she indeed?

Well, we'll see about that.

It was always a question of "when."

(knock on door) May I have a word?

Can it wait?

No, it cannot wait.

I have just come from downstairs, where I learned that my timetable has been wantonly disregarded.

If you mean the new lunchtime, the wretched servants were having to eat at 11:00 and then starve until their tea at 6:00, so I...

I also discovered you have torn up the nurses' timetable.

I haven't torn up anything.

Of course it would be foolish to accuse you of being unprofessional, since you've never had a profession in your life.

Now, just a minute.

You may think that you have the right to ordain the universe, but in this field... No, not in this field.

In this house, yes, I do have the right.

Given me by Dr. Clarkson and by the law of the land.

This is my house and I am in charge right alongside you.

And if you would stop your bullying... That's enough!

I will not listen to this!

If I am not appreciated here, I will seek some other place where I will make a difference.

Good.

I mean it.

I cannot operate where I am not valued.

You must see that.

Certainly.

I shall go.

I will.

Perhaps it would be best.

I repeat: I mean it.

I'm sure you do.

And so do I.

Why did you promise Carson not to stage any more protests when you wouldn't promise me?

I had my reasons.

You won't be content to stay at Downton forever, will you?

Tinkering away at an engine instead of fighting for freedom?

I thought you'd join the rising in Dublin last Easter.

I might have, if it hadn't been put down in six short, bloody weeks.

But don't fret.

The real fight for Ireland will come after the war, and I'll be ready for it.

Truth is, I'll stay at Downton until you want to run away with me.

Don't be ridiculous.

You're too scared to admit it, but you're in love with me.

Branson, could you take me into Ripon at three?

I'm getting some things for Mama.

Is there anything you want?

Nothing you can find in Ripon.

It is her house.

Does that mean she has suddenly received a medical training?

No... Or are you like everyone else in thinking that because she's a countess, she has acquired universal knowledge by divine intervention?

Mrs. Crawley, convalescent homes are not about medical training.

They have far more to do with good food, fresh air, and clean sheets.

Very well.

I've had a letter from a cousin in Paris who is working for the Wounded and Missing Enquiry Department.

They've opened a branch in northern France under the aegis of the Red Cross.

I shall offer them my services.

Well, that's... that's very drastic.

I have to go where I am useful.

And that place, I'm afraid, is no longer Downton Abbey.

You'll be missed.

By you, possibly.

I hope so anyway.

But not, I think, by Lady Grantham.

MARY: ♪ If you were the only girl in the world ♪ ♪ And I were the only boy.

♪ (applause) I wish we had a man.

Amen.

EDITH: It would sound so much richer.

But all the volunteers are spoken for.

How's it going?

All right, I suppose, if you don't mind singers who can't sing and actors who can't act.

It helps to keep their spirits up.

So they say, although I can't think why.

I had a letter this morning from Sir Richard Carlisle.

Oh?

He...

He tells me he proposed when he was staying here.

He apologizes for not asking my permission, but he's asking it now.

Have you decided?

Is that why he's written?

No.

But I have made the decision.

Which is?

I think I should take him.

Do you really, my darling?

I wish I could believe in your motives.

Why?

What were your motives when you married Mama?

Your mother has made me very happy.

Perhaps Sir Richard will make me very happy.

What about Matthew?

Not you, too.

Poor Matthew.

What must he do to persuade you he's in love with Lavinia?

Open his chest and carve her name on his heart?

Write to him.

Tell him of your plans with Carlisle.

You owe him that.

I don't think I owe him anything, but I'll write to him, if you like.

I'll try to send you an address, but you can always get me through the Red Cross.

Very good, ma'am.

And I'll try to contact Captain Crawley, explain to him what's happened.

If he does get leave, he'll probably come to me or stay in London, but if I miss him and he turns up here, I know you'll look after him.

Of course I will, ma'am.

Cook him what he likes, not what's good for him.

You don't know when you'll be back?

I don't think one knows anything in wartime.

I'll try to give you warning.

In the meantime, look after yourselves.

Now, I mustn't miss my train.

So... what now?

Ah, Anna said you were honoring us with your presence at dinner.

It's easier here than the hospital.

I can always get changed back into my uniform if I need to.

What were you talking to Branson about?

When I came into the yard?

Nothing.

Then why were you there?

Why were you there?

Because I was ordering the motor.

That is why one talks to chauffeurs, isn't it?

To plan journeys by road?

He is a person.

He can discuss other things.

I'm sure he can.

But not with you.

What do you want from me?

Am I to see if Sir Richard Carlisle has a younger brother?

One who's even richer than he is?

Darling, what's the matter with you?

I'm on your side.

Then be on my side.

MARY: So there we have it.

I look forward to introducing the two of you just as soon as you are next at home, which naturally I trust will be very soon indeed.

Please be glad for me, as I will always be for you.

Your affectionate cousin, Mary.

We don't need anyone with us.

The sergeant knows what we're doing.

WILLIAM: But what are we patrolling for?

You've been taking those logic pills again.

This is the army, Mason.

We're going on a patrol because we're going on a patrol.

WILLIAM: Has Mary set a date yet for the wedding?

She doesn't say.

I think she's hoping the war will be over soon and they can set a date then.

She could have waited and told you when she saw you.

I don't think she knows I'm due back.

Have you warned Daisy, or will it be a surprise?

No, I've told her we're coming to Downton first.

Then I'll visit me Dad and go back to see her for a day at the end.

MATTHEW: Just think, fresh Yorkshire air, followed by London and Miss Swire.

All right for some, sir.

Bates in a pub?

I can't see that.

I think your pal's mistaken.

He met him here twice before the war.

Listen-- "I said to him, 'Hello Mr. Bates,' and he walked off, and wouldn't serve me after."

Next thing you know, we'll have Anna running across the county and dragging him back by his stick.

I'm surprised he isn't here of his own accord with his lordship having no valet since the loony went.

Don't speak ill of Mr. Lang.

You're a funny one.

Talk about sweet and sour.

Better get back.

(bell tolling) MRS. BIRD: Want a cup?

Not really.

What were you doing?

Oh, let me see.

I've tidied the study twice and I've rearranged the coats in the hall.

I might check his clothes for moth.

What about you?

We've cleaned everything three times over and I've sent Beth into the village for some eggs to pickle.

Though the mistress doesn't really like them.

Well, she never eats properly, anyway.

Not on her own.

A butler can't do much with supper on a tray.

Beg pardon for troubling you, only the door was open.

But the front gate was not.

No.

What do you want?

Have you got any spare food?

MRS. BIRD: Spare food?

What's that, when it's at home?

Hang on, hang on.

Wait.

Are you from round here?

Not far.

I used to work on the farms, but, uh, not anymore.

Did you get that in the war?

Don't pity me.

I'm one of the lucky ones.

I might have something for you.

Come on.

(speaking German) (gunshots) (knocks) Hello, Mr. Molesley.

They told me you were up here.

I hope you don't mind my bothering you.

Not a bit.

What can I do for you?

Well, actually, Mr. Carson, I've been thinking there might be something I can do for you.

Hmm?

That brushing, for instance.

I don't like having nothing to do, what with Captain Crawley away at the war and his mother in France alongside him... And then his lordship's without a valet, and... and your plate is piled so high...

I am quite occupied, it's true.

So I thought I'd look in and give you a hand.

Brushing, mending, cleaning shoes.

Whatever's needed.

That's kind of you, Mr. Molesley.

We shall have to watch ourselves, or else his lordship will want to pinch you off Captain Crawley.

But he said he'd be here by now and he's not.

You mustn't worry about him, Daisy.

I'm not worried like that, exactly.

But this is William.

I think we should all be worried.

Anything might have happened.

Maybe his leave was canceled.

At times like these, people vanish and turn up again in the strangest places.

Like Mr. Bates in that pub.

Working in a public house?

That's what he said.

I thought they'd have told you.

It doesn't seem likely that a trained valet like Mr. Bates would be content to work in a public house.

Well, that's what he said.

Have you mentioned this to Anna?

I haven't said anything to anyone.

I thought you all knew.

Perhaps you should ask Thomas.

Oh, I will ask Thomas.

Don't you worry about that, my girl.

Didn't it occur to you that we might be interested to hear it?

Not particularly.

As far as I knew, Mr. Bates had left your employment.

You didn't think to tell Carson?

I am not under Mr. Carson's command now, your lordship.

Shoo.

Daisy, go to bed before you strain your eyes.

Thank you, Daisy, for telling Mr. Carson all about my private letter.

I didn't know it was a secret.

Sorry if I was wrong.

There's no "if" about it.

Why answer his lordship at all?

What did you want me to do?

Tell him to get knotted?

He doesn't pay your wages.

THOMAS: I see.

Well, I won't put you down for a career in diplomacy, then.

What's he after?

To get Bates back?

If Mr. Bates wanted his job back, he'd have written for it himself.

Why would he want his job back?

He's like you, he got away.

He's not very like me, thank you.

But you're both free of all the bowing and scraping and "Yes, m'lord," and "No, m'lord."

I envy you.

Because I'm ready for a new adventure, and I don't care who hears me.

Well, you know what they say-- be careful what you wish for.

BRANSON: But the truth is, I'll stay at Downton until you want to run away with me.

Ah, good morning, Anna.

You sent for me, m'lord?

I did.

Come in.

I have something to tell you, but I hope I'm right.

Carson didn't want you to be troubled with it.

Is this about Mr. Bates, m'lord?

Yes, it is.

I have no wish to upset you, but it seems he may be back in Yorkshire, working in a public house.

We don't yet know where.

The Red Lion in Kirby Moorside.

Oh.

You've seen him, then?

I have, yes, m'lord.

And he's well?

He is.

He's not been back to Downton for two reasons.

He's hoping to settle certain matters first with Mrs. Bates.

And does he think he can?

He believes so, m'lord.

Very good.

And what is his second reason for avoiding us?

He says he parted with your lordship on bad terms.

He felt it might be embarrassing.

It is for me to feel embarrassed.

I had to get out of that kitchen if I'm not to be found dead under the table.

It's like cooking a banquet three times a day.

It is a lot of extra work, whatever they say.

Even with the helpers.

Oh, don't think they lighten the load.

Mrs. Bird?

What's going on?

I knew I'd be found out sooner or later.

At least it's you.

Found out doing what?

What does it look like?

I don't know what it looks like.

Except some kind of soup kitchen.

You'd better come inside.

One at a time.

MRS. BIRD: Now, take a piece of bread...

Right.

Daisy, stand there.

Give them a bowl and a spoon.

MRS. PATMORE: When did all this start?

That fella turned up, asking for food.

Then he came back next day with a friend, and here we are.

DAISY: What does Mrs. Crawley say?

She doesn't know yet.

I suppose she'll put a stop to it when she gets back from France.

MRS. PATMORE: I hope not.

To be honest, Mrs. Patmore, I'm not sure I can manage much longer.

MRS. PATMORE: Well, how often do you do it?

I planned to get it down to once a week and give them only the cheapest cuts.

But it is my money, and I don't know how much... Now hold it right there!

If we can't feed a few soldiers in our own village, them as've taken a bullet or worse for king and country, then I don't know what!

Sorry about this, m'lady, only there's no footman to do it now.

I don't mind.

But you'd better run before Mrs. Hughes sees you.

M'lady... Could I ask something?

Only William, who was in service here...

I know William.

Well, he's missing.

That is, he was supposed to be back on leave but he never turned up.

He wrote he was coming home for a few days with Captain Crawley.

Is William your beau?

I wouldn't say that, no, m'lady.

We're all very fond of William downstairs.

Of course you are.

Well, I'm sure it's nothing, but I'll see what I can find out.

Thank you.

But how do you know they didn't change their plans?

Well, of course I don't.

But the poor girl seemed quite certain.

Just when Isobel's away and none of us know where she is.

Typical.

I suppose Matthew might have heard from Cousin Isobel and decided to meet up in France instead.

But that wouldn't explain why William isn't here.

I'll do what I can.

No, don't stop stirring, the bottom will burn!

You can leave those to Daisy.

That's it, Daisy.

Put them in the special storage area.

What do you want?

Can I borrow some baking soda?

Borrow?

Why?

Are you planning to give it back?

CORA: I might go over to Malton tomorrow.

Agatha Spenlow is madly promoting her charity fair.

Do you need the motor?

I'm afraid I do.

Can you get Pratt to take you in the other car?

It doesn't matter, I can go on Monday.

But why?

I'm told Bates is working at a public house in Kirby Moorside.

I want to investigate.

VIOLET: I can't decide which part of that speech is the most extraordinary.

Why can't someone else go?

Because I want to go myself.

(phone rings) VIOLET: So, Sybil, what are you up to, dear?

Nothing much.

Working.

I don't have time to get up to anything else.

Only Mary and I were talking about you the other day.

Oh?

VIOLET: Yes, you see, sometimes, in war, one can make friendships that aren't quite appropriate and can be awkward, you know, later on.

I mean we've all done it.

I just want you to be on your guard.

Appropriate for whom?

Well, don't jump down my throat, dear.

I'm only offering friendly advice.

Why do you want to see Bates?

To give him his old job back?

ROBERT: Not entirely.

I mainly want to see him because we parted badly.

Telephone call for you, m'lord.

CORA: If you did, I'm sure it's his fault.

No, it was mine.

(cheering from men playing table tennis) Oh, really, it's like living in a second-rate hotel, where the guests keep arriving and no one seems to leave.

(sighs) I see.

Yes.

Thank you for letting me know.

Are you all right, Papa?

That was the War Office.

Matthew and William went out on a patrol a few days ago and they haven't been seen since.

Oh, my God.

Let's not fall to pieces quite yet.

It happens all the time, apparently, and the men turn up in one field hospital or another.

But they are treating them as missing in action?

It's too early for that.

There could be lots of things to explain it.

You mean they could have been taken prisoner?

It's possible.

Don't say anything to Mary.

Or your mother.

Or anyone, in fact, not yet.

I shouldn't really have told you.

What about Cousin Isobel?

I don't know how to contact her.

Anyway, she's in France.

She may hear before we do.

O'BRIEN: I'm not accusing her of anything, but I did wonder if you were aware of this "special storage area"?

I dare say Mrs. Patmore has her own system, like we all do.

Right.

Well, I'll say goodnight.

Good night.

Ah, Mr. Molesley, you're very late.

I was doing some invisible mending on one of his coats.

I got a bit carried away, but I'm...

I'm quite pleased with the way it turned out.

I don't see why you can't dress him.

Until there's a new valet.

It'd be a blessing to Mr. Carson.

I'd be happy to, if it'd help.

Keep this up and we won't be able to do without you at all.

There's no reason why you should.

Oh, uh...

I might be wrong.

But I thought I saw one of the officers by the maids' staircase just now.

I'm sure there's a perfectly reasonable explanation.

Let's hope so.

Good night.

(muffled giggling) What the bloody... Ethel!

We were only...

I know precisely what you were doing, Major.

I may not be a woman of the world, but I don't live in a sack.

Now, if you will kindly take your things and go downstairs.

Ethel, you are dismissed, without notice and without a character.

You will please leave before breakfast.

I didn't think I... No.

And that's the problem.

You never do.

And you're not nervous?

Well, I gather his lordship knows his own mind but I've no difficulty with that.

You'll enjoy working in a big household.

Better than staring at me night after night.

What would you say if they ask you to stay?

It would be a big step up for me.

There's no point in denying it.

Because I think they might.

Do you really, Mrs. Bird?

There goes Mr. Molesley, valet to the Earl of Grantham.

(laughing): Stop it.

ANNA: But why?

What could you have possibly done that's so terrible?

Have I taken everything of mine from there?

ANNA: Would you like me to speak to her?

Because I can.

No, she wouldn't listen.

She's not a bad person, Mrs. Hughes.

I know she can be strict, but she's not... She wouldn't listen.

(door bells jangle) We're closed.

I know Ethel could be difficult, Mrs. Hughes, but she was very sorry for her mistake, whatever it was.

I'm sure.

It's cost her her job.

But surely it can't... Never mind why she's gone, she's gone.

And there's an end to it.

By the way, I hear Mr. Bates is back in the county.

Mr. Carson says you know all about it.

I gather his lordship has gone to see him.

I know.

He told me he was going.

Why in heaven's name didn't you mention any of it to me?

It wasn't my secret to tell.

ROBERT: I'm glad to hear it.

But Carson said your wife made all sorts of threats.

She won't carry them out.

Not now.

Since I left Downton, I've discovered that she was... untrue to me.

I may have been as bad in my heart, m'lord, but I've done nothing to be ashamed of.

The point is I can divorce her now, whether she likes it or not.

But what's to stop her blurting out her stories to the press?

If she agrees to keep silent, I will give her whatever she wants.

She can't hold me now, so her choice is between poverty and plenty.

And what was the tale she was going to tell?

Carson never made it clear.

Some silly nonsense, m'lord.

I wouldn't waste your time with it.

What's the news from Downton?

Daisy, you're not to worry about William.

I spoke to his lordship earlier.

He says you're not to be concerned until we know more.

But he is missing.

I mean they don't know where he is, or Captain Crawley, do they?

There could be a hundred explanations.

Yes, and one of them is that they're dead.

Don't mistake me, I hope very much they're not.

But we ought to face the truth.

What may be the truth.

And what very well may not.

Anna, do you think that Mr. Bates will come back?

ANNA: That's for him to say.

DAISY: I hope he does.

He always seems a romantic figure to me.

Does he?

How do you define romantic?

It's no good him thinking he can turn up here without a moment's notice and be cock of the walk.

MRS. HUGHES: Why is that, Thomas?

Because the place is already taken?

I hate the word "missing."

It seems to leave so little room for optimism.

I tell myself it's too early to despair, but to be honest, Bates, I don't think I can bear it.

Losing Patrick was bad enough, but now the thought of Matthew gone and the future once again destroyed... More than all that, I loved him like a son.

No, I love him.

Let's stay in the present tense while we still can.

So, will you come back with me and help me through the Vale of Shadow?

It's not what I expected, m'lord, but I will if you want me to.

I misjudged you, Bates.

And I abused you when we parted.

I should have had more faith.

I'm sorry.

God knows you've shown more faith in me than I had any right to.

There you are.

Get this basket off my arm.

It weighs a ton.

Sybil?

I never said anything to Granny.

Honestly.

Then why did she suddenly start talking about "inappropriate friendships" out of nowhere?

She thinks you must have a beau, and if we don't know about him, then you have to be keeping him secret.

It's just Granny being Granny.

Don't make such a thing of it.

I don't deserve to be told off, not by her or by you.

Nothing's happened.

Why?

What might have happened?

I mean it.

We haven't kissed or anything.

I don't think we've shaken hands.

I'm not even sure if I like him like that.

He says I do, but I'm still not sure.

We are talking about... Branson, yes.

The chauffeur, Branson?

Oh, how disappointing of you.

I'm just trying to get it straight in my head.

You and the chauffeur... Mary, you know I don't care about all of that.

Oh darling, darling, don't be such a baby.

This isn't Fairyland.

What did you think?

You'd marry the chauffeur and we'd all come to tea?

Don't be silly.

I told you, I don't even think I like him.

What has he said to you?

That he loves me and he wants me to run away with him.

Good God in heaven.

He's frightfully full of himself.

You don't say.

But I haven't encouraged him.

I haven't said anything, really.

You haven't given him away, though.

Will you?

Well, I won't betray him, on one condition.

You must promise not to do anything stupid.

You must promise now or I'll tell Papa tonight.

I promise.

(door closes) Mr. Bates.

You're a sight for sore eyes!

Welcome home.

Thank you, Mrs. Hughes.

I thought it was you.

Hello.

Come away in and give some substance to the gossip of your return.

CARSON: You'll find things a bit different from when you left, Mr. Bates.

Downton at war.

Precisely.

There's some extra help in the kitchen-- all very nice people-- and the nurses, of course, but they live down at the hospital.

Except for Lady Sybil.

Nurse Crawley, please.

So, we have both returned, you and I.

A couple of bad pennies.

I haven't.

Thomas means he's not here as a servant.

He manages the house.

He's a sergeant now.

I take orders from Major Clarkson.

He runs this place on behalf of the army medical corps.

Yet another reason to pray for peace.

I heard about William from his lordship.

And Captain Crawley.

I'm sure they're all right.

Sorry I'm late.

Has the dressing gong rung yet?

You're not late, Mr. Molesley, but... Mr. Bates is back and you reminded me, I'd better ring it now.

Are you staying, for good?

I'd need a crystal ball to answer that, but I'll stay for now.

Have you been standing in for me?

I was going to, starting tonight, yeah.

Then you'll be relieved to see me.

Oh, tremendously.

What's that?

It's a new kind of shoehorn.

I bought it for his lordship.

That's very kind of you, Mr. Molesley, thank you.

(gong rings) Daisy, fetch me some more tea.

Thomas, I've got din...

Hot, this time.

And it's "Sergeant Barrow" to you.

Watch yourself, Mr. Bates.

Thomas is in charge now, and it won't do to get on the wrong side of him.

Is there a right side?

I don't believe it.

Why would she sell food to Mrs. Bird?

It makes no sense.

Well, I can't confirm the details of the arrangement.

Maybe they both sell it and divide the proceeds.

Either way, I felt you should know.

Have you said anything to Mrs. Hughes or Carson?

I've tried with her, but there's none so blind as them that will not see.

I'm curious.

Next time, come and fetch me.

So Bates is back.

Papa must be pleased.

And Mr. Carson won't be sorry.

Branson, there's something you ought to know.

I've told Mary.

I see.

Well, that's me finished then, and without a reference.

No, she's not like that.

You don't know her; she wouldn't give us away.

But she won't encourage us.

No.

Why are you smiling?

I thought you'd be angry.

Because that's the first time you've ever spoken about "us."

If you didn't care, you would have told them months ago.

Oh, I see.

Because I don't want you to lose your job, it must mean I'm madly in love with you.

Well, doesn't it?

You say I'm a free spirit, and I hope I am.

But you're asking me to give up my whole world and everyone in it.

And that's too high a price to pay?

It is a high price.

I love my parents-- you don't know them-- and I love my sisters and my friends...

I'm not asking you to give them up forever.

And when they come around, I will welcome them with open arms.

And what about your people?

Would they accept me?

And what about my work?

What work?

You're bringing hot drinks to a lot of randy officers.

Look, it comes down to whether or not you love me.

That's all.

That's it.

The rest is detail.

I've written to Vera, spelling out the case and how she cannot win it.

Then I've told her I will be generous if she will cooperate.

But you're ready to give her everything?

Because I am.

Whatever it takes.

I want a clean break and not an open wound.

If we can just be patient a little while longer.

We shouldn't be outside.

It's cold.

I'll be patient and bear anything.

Except for you to go away again.

No, that's done.

You're stuck with me now.

For good and proper.

There's something you ought to know.

Papa said not to tell you, but I don't think he's right.

Go on.

Matthew's missing.

He was on patrol and he's just sort of vanished.

Papa hasn't told anyone.

Not even Mama.

I only know because I was there when he found out.

It didn't seem right to keep you in the dark.

I'm not trying to upset you.

Truly.

For once in my life, I believe you.

They've told you, then?

Do they all know downstairs?

William's missing, too.

I think everyone knows except her ladyship.

I wish Edith had left it till the morning.

I could have faced it all with one more night of sleep.

Mind out, this is hot.

Daisy!

Spoons!

Unless they're to drink directly from the bowl.

Ow, ow.

MRS. BIRD: Do you think there's enough?

Oh, you could feed about 50, I reckon.

May we come in?

Your ladyship.

What a surprise.

O'Brien seemed to think that you and Mrs. Bird were engaged in a commercial venture of some sort, so I came to see for myself.

We are not, your ladyship.

I agree that's not what it looks like.

We feed these men once a week, and I'm not ashamed of it.

I'll be back before luncheon at the big house.

I'm sure.

But is it true they are fed from our kitchens?

Only the stuff the army gives.

They are soldiers.

What did I tell you?

Daisy's right, we only use the food the army pay for.

And all the men have served their country.

In future, I would prefer it if you would use food paid for by the house.

I don't want the army to accuse us of mismanagement.

You mean you're going to let them get away with it?

Oh, more than that.

I'm going to help them, and so are you.

Molesley.

Ma'am.

If you bring that table over, I suggest we divide the food.

Then we can form two lines and it will go faster.

O'Brien, you can manage the bread.

Daisy?

Of course, m'lady.

What is it?

MOLESLEY: Beef stew, m'lady.

There you are, Mr. Molesley.

Sergeant, one moment.

I hear you're becoming mighty imperious in your manner with the staff here, um, Daisy in particular.

Just because you're a poacher turned gamekeeper, there's no need for rudeness.

No, sir.

So mind what I say.

Carry on.

I've done as you asked, Mrs. Hughes.

I think Barrow's taken it on board.

He's getting grander than Lady Mary, and that's saying something.

Lady Grantham.

Hello, Dr. Clarkson.

It was Bates.

I saw him watching you.

He must have gone straight to the Major and sneaked on you the moment your back was turned.

Oh, well.

Some things never change.

Don't worry.

He's more vulnerable than when he was last here.

Why?

Because we know more.

That's why.

Why haven't you told me till now?

I'm not sure.

Perhaps I envied your ignorance.

I'm not giving up hope.

Not yet.

Nor me, of course.

But I think we should start to prepare.

Isobel doesn't know?

I haven't been able to reach her.

Have you said anything to Mary?

MARY: Edith's already told me.

Has she?

Well, I suppose it was too tempting to resist.

Oddly enough, I don't think she was trying to make trouble.

We ought to go down.

It's time for the concert.

Who cares about the stupid concert?

The men do and we should, too.

Because we have to keep going, whatever happens.

We have to help each other to keep going.

(applause) (sneezes) Cora tells me Matthew's gone missing.

Is that true?

There's no proof of anything yet.

I see.

Well, I need more than that to make me anxious.

I'm glad you would be anxious.

Of course I would be.

We're used to Matthew now.

God knows who the next heir will be.

Probably a chimney sweep from Solihull.

Most of you won't know how rare it is to see my sister Edith and I pulling together in a double act... A unicorn if ever there was one.

But in wartime, we, like all of you, have more important things to worry about.

Ladies and gentlemen, I give you the Crawley Sisters.

Well, now I've seen everything.

♪ Sometimes when I feel bad ♪ ♪ And things look blue ♪ ♪ I wish a pal I had ♪ ♪ Say one like you ♪ ♪ Someone within my heart ♪ ♪ To build a throne ♪ ♪ Someone who'd never part ♪ ♪ To call my own.

♪ ALL: ♪ If you were the only girl in the world ♪ ♪ And I were the only boy ♪ ♪ Nothing else would matter in the world today ♪ ♪ We could go on loving in the same old way... ♪ (singing slowly stops) Thank God.

My dear boy.

My very dear boy.

Come on, don't stop for me.

♪ I would say such wonderful things to you ♪ BOTH: ♪ There would be such wonderful things to do ♪ ALL: ♪ If you were the only girl in the world ♪ ♪ And I were the only boy.

♪ MATTHEW: Somehow we got lost and then we were trapped behind some Germans for three days.

When we got out of that, we stumbled into a field dressing station where we were immediately admitted, but we weren't in any danger, so they didn't inform our unit.

Well, they should have jolly well told us when you got back to base.

I hope you weren't really worried.

Oh, you know us.

We like to be sure of our hero at the front.

MRS. HUGHES: I beg your pardon, m'lord, but the Dowager Countess is leaving.

Ah.

What will you do with the rest of your leave?

Well, since Mother isn't here, I think I'll run up to London and see Lavinia.

I got your letter about Carlisle.

I hope you'll approve.

I know you don't like him much now...

I hardly know him, but I'm sure I'll like him when I do.

That's if he's good to you.

If he's not, he'll have me to answer to.

What's the matter?

You suddenly look rather haunted.

I am.

You see, when I'm here... nothing seems real.

I know I have to go back, and... that thought stays with me always.

Take care of yourself.

Please.

It really can't be long now.

Who would have thought an amateur concert could be the summit of all joy?

I've lived in such a fog of misery since I left you, I think I'd forgotten what happiness is.

Me too.

But now we must get used to feeling happy.

And trust it.

God, I want to.

Love's young dream, I don't think.

I'm not sure I care much.

Are you going soft in your old age?

I don't like him because he's a patronizing bastard who sneaks behind me back, but I've got other things to worry about.

Really?

That's interesting.

Why?

Because obviously I hold a grudge longer than you.

MRS. PATMORE: I knew nothing bad had happened.

I felt it in me waters.

What about you?

Did you have me boxed up and buried?

I am glad you're all right, honest.

You should be.

It's the thought of you that keeps me going.

(inaudible whispering) Hello?

Hello?

Ethel?

What on earth are you doing here?

I had to come, Mrs. Hughes.

I'm sorry to push in, but I was sitting alone until I couldn't stand it no more.

You've got to help me.

I haven't got to do anything.

But what do you mean?

Help with what?

Is this about Major Bryant?

I blame myself for not stepping in earlier.

That I will admit.

How long had it been going on?

Long enough to get me pregnant.

Mrs. Hughes, I'm going to have a baby.

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