Downton Abbey s05e91 Episode Script

Christmas Special

1 Come on.
Move along.
This way.
Downstairs.
I hope everything will be resolved while we're away.
How is she? It breaks my heart to see her in that place, but she is strong.
Ah, Barrow.
It's good of you to take this on.
Isn't it, Bates? It's good of you to allow it, m'Lord.
Lord Sinderby has rented Brancaster Castle for the grouse.
The house is extremely grand and knowing Lord Sinderby everything will be done ~ in the most lickety-split manner.
~ I think I'm up to it, m'Lord.
~ I've started packing in the dressing room.
~ According to Lady Rose, he's taken his own butler, which I cannot think wise as it will only cause disruption.
So you'll need to be on your toes.
The train is at 11 tomorrow morning.
Bates will pack, you should watch.
~ And now I think I'll leave you to it.
~ M'Lord.
Miss Baxter, I'll help you pack.
You've a lot on your plate.
Thank you, Mrs Hughes.
I could do with a hand.
But I've talked with Lady Mary and Lady Edith.
It's hard to cope with three ladies at once, what with tweeds, evening dresses, tea gowns and all.
Tea gowns?! We're not in the 1890s now, Mr Molesley.
More's the pity.
Did she take a cake with a file in it? I don't know why you're making such a fuss.
You'd visit Denker if she were locked up.
Only to check if the locks were sound.
Bates was found innocent, no doubt Anna will be, too.
Lord knows they don't deserve their luck, those two.
I heard from Rosamund - she says she's going to try to get to the sale ~ of the della Francesca.
~ I'm glad we'll be represented.
~ Pity it clashed with your trip, or you could have gone.
~ I don't mind.
I've said goodbye.
If you will excuse me, I must dash off.
~ I'm expected in York at 3:00.
~ You should have gone with Mary.
~ You could have given her lunch.
~ I didn't want to kick my heels before my appointment.
Do you have any plans for when we're away? Shrimpie's men have found Princess Kuragin.
~ When she arrives in England, she's coming straight to me.
~ What? ~ When did you hear? ~ Yesterday.
We've got her out and brought her to safety.
~ You must be looking forward to seeing her again.
~ Hardly.
If you don't like her, why have you sent Shrimpie to her rescue? That's what I keep asking.
~ Well, Granny? ~ Oh, you know me.
Never complain.
Never explain.
You don't usually have much trouble complaining.
(Did you give a false name?) Certainly not.
(But suppose it comes out in the papers you came to see me.
) It will show that the Crawleys do not believe you did it.
Yes, but who knows what they'll come up with before they're done? ~ What do you mean? ~ I've been here before with Mr Bates.
They weave their web with little lies and innuendo ~ until they hold you fast.
~ Anna.
All they have is one man who thinks he saw you.
That's not enough.
Any character witness could prove it isn't in your nature.
And you know we would all testify to that if it comes to it.
(I assume you know about Lady Mary's visit this morning?) ~ I do.
~ (I don't like it.
) (Suppose it gets into the papers.
) 'Earl's loyal daughter visits maid in prison.
' I should think the public would like her for it.
Whether they do or not, I hate to give them the chance to poke their grubby noses into our business.
What on earth's going on here? Shouldn't you be in the gun room? Mr Jackson's got the underkeeper with him.
~ I didn't want to be in their way.
~ You're in OUR way.
It won't take long.
I'm glad of the chance to check it's in shape ~ before they go.
~ I don't need checking.
I'm to load for His Lordship, which you never can.
Mr Barrow's father was a shooting man.
Killing sparrows by the gasworks is not the same as shooting grouse at Brancaster Castle! ~ Must have been hard to miss your visit.
~ Lady Mary wanted to go.
They allow one visitor at a time, unless there's a special reason.
It may help for them to see the family thinks her innocent.
The sacrifice could be worth it.
I'd cut my arm off if I thought it would do any good.
I don't think that'd be sensible.
We can't have you wobbly at both ends.
They didn't finish this, and they're away tomorrow, so I thought we might.
~ It's a favourite of mine.
~ Mmm, it's very nice.
You won't go far wrong with a Margaux.
Mmm! These four are real contenders.
Three good-size bedrooms, bathroom already installed ~ and a room off the kitchen for a maid.
~ Mm.
Where's the butler's pantry? If we're offering bed and breakfast, ~ there should be someone there to run it.
~ Oh, I don't know.
We should go and look at them, and then we'll talk.
Is it worth speaking to Murray again before we go? Why can't he get her out? He says they've uncovered something, but they won't tell him what.
What did Susan have to say for herself? She's furious we've been invited and she hasn't.
~ How did she find out? ~ I told her.
I didn't want her to hear it from someone else.
The divorce would be a big thing for Lord Sinderby to get over.
~ Cars are ready, M'Lord.
~ Thank you.
We're just coming.
What's the matter? What were you doing at York? I wish you'd tell me.
Nothing worth bothering about.
Are we all here? Where are the children? Nanny said she'd bring them to say goodbye.
They'll be outside.
George, come to Mummy.
You, too, Marigold, come to ~ .
.
me.
Come on, darling.
~ Bye, bye, Daddy.
Did you see that? Edith wanted to say, 'Come to Mummy,' but she stopped herself just in time.
~ Still sure I shouldn't have it out with her? ~ Quite sure.
It's not our secret.
Check every piece of luggage when they're transferred in York.
I have changed trains before, Mr Carson.
I'm impressed you should come to say goodbye, Mama.
Why do you always talk of me as if I were a salmon who laid my eggs in the gravel then swam back to the sea? You're very maternal, Granny, if it suits you.
~ When does Princess Kuragin turn up? ~ Tomorrow.
~ What about the prince? ~ He'll be coming to dinner that night.
~ Will you be there? ~ Would I miss it? I can't tell you how sorry I am that we will.
Get aboard before I get cross with you.
All aboard! It's all in your hands, Carson.
May they prove worthy of the charge, my Lord.
Lord Sinderby, Branson and Barrow - not what I'd call a recipe for a peaceful week's shooting.
Makes you wonder what they'll be shooting at, by the end of it.
So, Daisy, what are you working at while they're away? ~ I haven't decided yet.
~ You don't sound very keen.
To be honest, sometimes I'm not sure I should go on with it.
I mean, what am I trying to prove? ~ We're not having another crisis, are we? ~ No.
But the more I think about it, the more I wonder how realistic are my plans.
Wouldn't it make more sense now to get on with my life? Mrs Patmore, what are you doing in here? Oh, I came up for a bit of air.
It's nice to get your head above ground for five minutes.
~ For Rose's sake, we must all be on our best behaviour.
~ I agree.
Sinderby always looks as if he's spoiling for a fight, whether he is or not.
We must be careful not to give him grounds for one.
I wonder if I was right to come.
I don't want to sound like Larry Grey, but I'm not Lord Sinderby's idea of a perfect son-in-law.
Stuff and nonsense! We Crawleys stick together.
For once I agree with Mary.
You'll enjoy it when we get there.
Besides, you're a good shot.
Any host will forgive a lot if you get the numbers up.
~ What is it? Can I do anything to help? ~ Yes, stop fussing.
I suggested to Nanny she take the children to Lake Gormire for a picnic.
Do you think it too dangerous? Shall I telephone to cancel it? ~ Why don't you shut them up in a box in the attic, let them out when they're 21? ~ Don't be unkind! Honestly, I'm the mother round here and I'm not panicking.
(Hmm.
) ~ So, everything's under control? ~ I'd say so, m'Lord.
The housekeeper has drawn up the list of rooms.
How do you find the servants generally? Are they co-operative? They'd rather be taking orders from their own butler.
I'd rather be giving them to mine.
Lord Hexham didn't seem to think it would be a problem.
Nor is it, m'Lord.
Do you really want tea in the library, m'Lady? Apparently tea is normally served in the ante-library here.
How interesting, Stowell.
But we will have it in the library.
~ Why must he always know better? ~ Because he always knows better.
~ Oh! It's too thrilling you could come.
~ Welcome.
Cora! ~ How was Venice? ~ Wonderful.
Sublime.
There was water all over the streets! ~ What a marvellous place this is.
~ Do you know it? I came here once when I was young in old Lord Hexham's day.
~ They were trying to unload a niece.
~ The new one's not much here, ~ which is why they let out the shooting.
~ Luckily for us! ~ Welcome to Brancaster! ~ I hope you had a decent journey.
This is Stowell, whom we brought with us.
He'll be running it all.
Quite a challenge for you.
We're not a very big party, we'll be quite cosy.
We know some locals, which is one of the reasons we took it.
And Lord Hexham has asked us to be kind to his late father's pals.
That seems steep given what Lord Sinderby must be in for.
~ Can't we use Christian names? ~ My name is not a Christian name.
~ You know what I mean.
~ Shall we go through? Right, off you go.
Quick as you can.
May I introduce myself? I am Mr Barrow, valet to the Earl of Grantham.
I believe you are TEMPORARY valet to Lord Grantham.
The sad story of Mrs Bates has reached our ears.
~ News travels fast.
~ I'm Lord Sinderby's butler, Stowell.
~ Oh, so you're a novice here, too.
~ I am not a novice anywhere.
Those are for Mr Branson.
~ He's up here without a valet.
~ Few chauffeurs travel with a valet.
Heavens, you are up-to-date with your detail, Mr Stowell.
How can you bear to wait on him? We do what we have to do, don't we? On which subject, you will help out as a footman while you're here.
~ Excuse, I am an under-butler and - ~ Lord Hexham is seldom at home, and so they do not maintain a full staff.
You will serve as a footman.
Don't worry, we'll find you a livery.
Are the rooms of Lady Grantham, Lady Mary and Lady Edith close by? ~ I'm maiding all of them.
~ Then you'll be sturdy by the time you get home.
What does Mr Branson do when the others are shooting? ~ Pick up, or read motor magazines? ~ In fact, he's a very good shot.
Is he, indeed? I suppose that was his training with the Fenians.
Well, I'm sorry if we're not up to your standards, Mr Stowell.
She'll arrive about six and come straight here.
That'll give her time to change.
~ I doubt she has much to change into.
~ Yes, well, I'll see to that.
~ And the prince? ~ I've asked him for dinner at eight.
You'll be there a few minutes before.
~ Suppose he brings his toothbrush? ~ Well, let him stay.
I mean, they're well and truly married.
God knows I can swear to that.
And I've asked Lord Merton.
Yes, he can talk to the princess.
You know, they can discuss syringes and stitches and things.
Ooh, what fun you make it sound (!) We're not a large party.
Atticus has a friend, Charlie Rogers.
He's about an hour away, he's coming on Thursday.
And we've got the agent, Mr Pelham, coming.
You should invite Shrimpie - he's a marvellous shot.
I gather you've asked a few of Lord Hexham's friends.
Very good of you.
I suspect some of them have had to overcome their principles ~ to accept my hospitality.
~ The English have strong principles except when it comes to the chance of good shooting or eating well.
How true! You.
Milk.
I was wondering if I might have some sug How rude! I'm afraid Stowell's a snob.
He'll have found out about Tom's background ~ and now he's punishing him for it.
~ Well, we can't allow that.
I don't think I've noticed that before.
My mother's maid gave it to me as a wedding present.
When I was a girl, if I was ill, she would make the most delicious chicken broth and serve it in this.
There's nothing better than chicken broth as a pick-me-up.
No, and it really was delicious.
I remember it to this day.
She used to say, 'Every good lady's maid should know how to make a restorative broth.
' ~ Those days are gone, I'm afraid.
~ Quite gone.
Eh, Miss Denker? I'm not sure I'd agree.
Spratt! You mustn't be jealous when Denker is saying she can cook.
I was not so much jealous as dubious, my lady.
You'll have to prove him wrong one day, Denker.
Yes, prove me wrong and make us all a delicious broth.
Well, we'll see.
That's right.
Seeing is believing, eh, Miss Denker? I'm sorry, I thought it was settled we'd go tomorrow.
We can if we must, but I don't see why we're in such a hurry.
I'll be off first thing, if that's all right, Mr Carson.
I'd love to give you something to take for her, ~ but they wouldn't let her keep it.
~ Thank you, Mrs Hughes.
But it's knowing we're thinking of her, that's what counts.
Poor Mr Bates.
What a nightmare he must be living through.
~ At least they let him visit a lot.
~ Only until she's convicted.
The wagons are outside.
You better get moving.
~ Oh, give anything you need to your loader.
~ Yes.
We'll see them in the butts.
~ Absolutely.
~ So, if you'd like - ~ Rachel.
~ Yes? ~ Are you with me? ~ No, I think I'll chum Tom for this drive.
~ Mary can keep you company.
~ As you wish.
I'm afraid your father's rather disappointed that I'm not inclined to welcome your cousin Shrimpie under my roof.
Papa only said he was a good shot, and he is.
Lord Sinderby, now that we're family, wouldn't it be better just to accept the situation of Rose's parents? Wouldn't it make it pleasanter for everyone? I can't pretend to approve of divorce.
Even for you.
And you can't learn to live with it, even for Rose's sake? Did you shoot as a boy? I used to shoot pigeons on my grandfather's farm.
Pigeons - how very difficult! Thank you.
Was it hard, joining their family? Hard enough.
Sybil was dead, and I had to do it on my own.
They seem much more welcoming than we are.
I was still a shock to the system.
Daniel Sinderby is a prig.
I suppose Rachel just wants us all to be friends.
In her husband's case, she has such poor material to work with.
~ Robert.
~ What is it? ~ Where did you go in York? ~ Ah, here they come! Excellent! They haven't got a case.
Yes, you were in London, but so were seven million other people.
You're not listening.
They've found something out.
About me.
That's nonsense.
It can't be anything that matters.
I should have told you.
And I feel badly about it now.
You know my father was a labourer.
~ He was killed in an accident at work.
~ Yes.
When I was about six.
Me, my sister and mother were left destitute.
Until she married again, and your stepfather was an ironworker.
~ I know all this.
~ Not all of it.
It wasn't much at first.
Slight touches.
Brushing past me.
I still remember the smell of the beer on his breath.
Couldn't you tell your mother? She didn't want to believe it.
What would she have done if he'd left? Then, one night, he kept looking at me and I knew what was coming.
So I fetched a knife from the scullery and I waited in the dark.
~ Are you saying you killed him? ~ No.
No, of course not.
I threatened him.
And when he wouldn't stop, I I struck him with the blade, but I only cut him.
~ You mean, nothing happened? ~ Well .
.
he screamed blue murder, so the Watch came.
But my mother persuaded him to say he slipped and fell, that it was an accident.
After that, I took a job further up north as a tweeny.
But it must have been in the records and now they've found it.
Either that, or he heard I was in prison and told them.
You're not guilty.
So there must be a way to prove it.
Do you never doubt? I once asked you that question.
And my answer was the same as yours.
I don't doubt.
And I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east, either.
Thank you.
~ I wonder what the children are doing.
~ Not worrying about us.
You're right, of course.
~ I'm sure they're being spoiled to death.
~ Of course they are.
Might I have some bread? Thank you, Stowell.
You're very kind.
(I do apologise.
) Poor Atticus.
How can he reprimand his father's butler? Lord Sinderby wouldn't take kindly to that.
The silly thing is, I don't think Stowell likes my father-in-law.
~ He seems obsequious enough.
~ Oh, he's all bows and deference to his face, but my maid tells me it's a different story behind his back.
That's a frightening thought, when you remember what a butler knows about the family he serves.
They know far more about us than we do about them.
Well, it's nice, but it would take a lot to get it up to a standard ~ where we could charge money to stay there.
~ Oh, not so much.
We'd employ the estate workers and I'd supervise.
While I'd be supervising the mythical 'maid of all work'.
We'd SHARE the duties.
That's the whole point.
All right.
Where's the next one? We take the bus to Helmsley and then it's a bit of a hike.
Keep calm.
I'm not dead yet! It was kind of you to send a motor car.
We didn't want you to get lost.
~ Where is the princess? ~ She's upstairs changing.
We haven't seen her yet, any of us.
I borrow this from the Theatre Royale.
Oh! Well, shall we? Are you sure you wouldn't rather greet her in a room by yourself? ~ We can always scoot back.
~ No, no.
It will be easier not to be alone at first.
I haven't seen her for five years.
I want you all here.
The presence of strangers is our only guarantee of good behaviour.
I hate the way Stowell treats Mr Branson.
He isn't polite downstairs.
He doesn't approve of Mr Branson's bettering himself.
What right has he to approve or disapprove? Anyway, Lady Rose says he doesn't even like Lord Sinderby.
~ I'm not sure His Lordship's very easy to like.
~ True enough.
But is there any way to get Stowell a black mark? ~ Can't Barrow come up with something? ~ Er You're right, Mr Barrow usually has a card or two up his sleeve.
Well, tell him to get one out of his sleeve and play it.
Pronto.
~ I don't mind taking him down a peg or two.
~ But how? Mm.
Let me think about it while I'm cleaning these.
~ That reminds me - have you seen Lord Sinderby's valet? ~ Why? Ran out of waterproofing wax.
Excuse me.
Do you know where I can find Lord Sinderby's valet? ~ Mr Daunt? He's gone out.
He won't be back before ten.
~ Thank you.
I think I've got an idea.
Do you think Lard Mary would mind annoying Lord Sinderby? ~ None of our lot would mind.
~ Will you help me? I suppose so, seeing as it's what Lady Mary's asked for.
~ Then there's your answer.
~ I don't understand.
You will.
We need a piece of paper and a pencil.
Come with me.
The Princess Kuragin.
~ Igor.
~ Irina.
Shall I introduce everyone? If you wish.
But what difference will it make? ~ Uh Y-You've had a long journey, Princess.
~ Obviously.
I would so like to go to Russia.
I'm afraid I never have.
Then you've missed it.
~ Do you have everything you need? ~ I wear the clothes you had put out.
~ I didn't know if you'd have your luggage with you.
~ I have no luggage.
~ I have no possessions to put in my luggage.
~ Come, my dear.
Nothing is more tedious than other people's misfortunes.
~ Let us just be grateful to Lady Grantham.
~ Hm! Last time we met, the circumstances were rather different.
~ I don't remember.
~ I think you do.
Ah! There's a note here for a Mrs Brennan.
Who's that? ~ The cook.
Why? ~ As I say, somebody's left a note for her.
So you better take it in.
How can you be sure they won't trace it back to us? I'm not a complete amateur, Miss Baxter.
Give me some credit.
It's rather a nuisance, but Charlie Rogers has rung to say he's got a friend staying, so he's got to bring him or chuck.
~ What will you do? ~ I've said to bring him, but it means I can't shoot.
~ How infuriating.
Who is he? ~ He's called Henry Talbot.
~ I don't know anything about him.
~ I'll tell the agent not to come.
Oh, no.
Poor Mr Pelham, that's too unkind.
~ I don't know why, but we all feel a bit sorry for him.
~ Oh.
Oh, this is very nice, Mrs Patmore.
Quite a treat.
Well, the cat's away, so we mice might as well play a little.
~ Who have you invited? ~ Oh, just us, Mr Bates, Mr Molesley and Daisy.
Daisy? To wait on us, I assume? To wait on us and eat with us.
If that thought's too democratically overpowering, you can share what I've made for the housemaids.
It is your choice.
~ Is everything settled? ~ What's this? Mr Murray's coming tomorrow to see Anna and he's got permission for Mr Bates to be present.
I'll be gone most of the day.
I hope to speak to him afterwards.
Of course.
Don't worry.
We'll expect you when we see you.
Here's Mr Molesley.
Now we can begin.
Hope I haven't kept you waiting! I wonder whether I might have some wine? You've not had any? Stowell, what's the matter with you? What the devil's going on? Rachel, can you explain this? ~ Explain what? ~ Why am I not being given anything decent to eat? I don't know.
Stowell? ~ It was Your Lordship's order.
~ What are you talking about? ~ What is the matter with you tonight? ~ Mr Daunt left a note for the cook, ~ saying you'd asked - ~ I never said a thing to Daunt! And why are you so rude to Mr Branson? ~ There's no need - ~ The cook told me you requested simple - Stowell, someone's played a joke on us.
Now, when you got the note, did it look like Daunt's writing? I never saw the note.
~ And obviously Mrs Brennan is not familiar - ~ What?! Do you dare to use the word 'obviously' when you contradict me? Now take this away, fetch me some dinner and conduct yourself more professionally in the future.
And bring that back, you stupid fool! We're not shooting tomorrow, so would you like to see the estate? What fun that would be.
Don't you think so, Robert? ~ Goodness.
~ He does get so rattled by things.
I'm not very keen on your butler, so I'm afraid I rather enjoyed it.
Well, maybe, but Stowell's a proud chap.
He won't find that easy to forgive.
I don't think Barrow will much like being called a stupid fool.
I think you'll enjoy Paris.
Oh, many of our countrymen have settled there.
Of course, they've lost everything, but so have we.
Including the will to live.
Well, if you're going to be miserable, you might as well do it in charming surroundings.
With your permission, I am going up now.
I hope you will be comfortable.
My maid, Denker, will be looking after you.
I will be more comfortable tonight than I will ever be again.
You don't know that.
But I do, Mrs Crawley.
Goodnight.
What time will you call for the princess in the morning? Whenever suits you.
If that's what you've decided.
Me? I'm surprised you think there is still a decision to be made.
You are good to lend her those things.
They're given, not lent.
So .
.
tomorrow we say goodbye.
Is that what you really want? It's how it must be.
~ I don't understand you.
~ You will, if you try.
~ Spratt will see you to the car.
~ I'll do that.
~ I should be going.
~ Oh, thank you.
Good night.
Good night.
I have the sense that a game of high stakes has been played here tonight.
Although I couldn't tell you who the winner is.
Me, I hope.
Good night.
So, have you told the prince his cause is hopeless? Yes.
I am sad to say.
Sad? I will never again receive an immoral proposition from a man.
Was I so wrong to savour it? Ow.
What is the matter? I should go.
Barrow will be waiting for me in the dressing room.
Let him wait! I want you tell me whatever it is you're hiding.
I'm not hiding it, exactly.
It's probably nothing.
And what if it isn't nothing? I've been having some pains in my chest.
~ Well, my chest, my side, my tummy.
~ What sort of pains? Quite sharp.
So I went to see a man I'd heard about in York.
~ He said I have - well, I might have angina.
~ Oh, my God! This is why I didn't want to tell you about it.
It doesn't mean that I'm about to drop down dead of a heart attack.
But he wants me to go for tests when we get back.
~ Then you shouldn't be shooting.
~ He said if it relaxes me, it's fine.
I don't know how relaxing this trip is.
It was unpleasant, wasn't it, to see a man shouting at his butler.
~ I think I will speak to Edith.
~ Why now? Well, you never know what's coming, do you? I want to make it clear that everything's all right between us.
Please look after yourself! But that's your job, my darling, and you do it so well.
Mrs Crawley said how much she enjoyed the evening, m'Lady.
It was colourful.
Thank Mrs Potter for the delicious dinner, but please tell her I need a rest from such rich delights.
~ Are you ready to go up, m'Lady? ~ Yes.
What about some of Miss Denker's famous broth? I'm aware that you're teasing, Spratt, but as a matter of fact, it would be very nice.
Miss Denker, would you take up the challenge of the wooden spoon? Wouldn't I be in Mrs Potter's way? I'd never want to be a nuisance.
I bet you wouldn't.
There's a stove in the still room.
~ Could you manage with that, Denker? ~ I'd be delighted, m'Lady.
You see, Spratt, not every spring and lever evades your touch.
Come in.
~ Papa, is something the matter? ~ No, nothing's the matter.
~ And that's what I want to make clear.
~ I don't understand.
What's this about? Marigold.
I see.
And what do you want to say about Marigold? I think you know what I want to say, what I want you to say.
I can't give her up.
Of course not.
Have you told Tom? No.
~ But he might have guessed.
~ So now everyone knows? Everyone except Mary.
I want your forgiveness, Papa.
Am I allowed to say that, still? It's not the way I'd have had things, I won't lie to you about that, but this is what's happened.
~ I believe Michael Gregson was an honourable man.
~ Oh, he was, Papa.
He really was.
He would have married me as soon as he could, I know that.
I think so, too.
So now we must do our best for his child, for his sake, as well as yours.
That's so lovely of you.
But I think we should keep it in the family.
Even in 1924, there are plenty of people who might be unpleasant.
But do you forgive me, Papa? Oh, my darling, I'm sure I need your forgiveness quite as much as you need mine.
Now, go to bed.
And sleep well.
I gather you got more than you bargained for.
I've had my run-ins with His Lordship before, but I have never been insulted in public, and I don't intend to start now.
Still, Mr Stowell got a flea in his ear and that's what we wanted.
What you and Lady Mary wanted, perhaps.
I've got bigger plans now.
~ What do you mean? ~ Oh, you'll see.
Yes.
What do you want? To add my sympathy, Mr Stowell.
He insulted me an' all, you know.
I felt for you, and I thought you showed great restraint.
For a servant in that situation, restraint is Hobson's choice.
Write something.
~ How do you mean? ~ Write something.
'My name is Barrow and I live in Yorkshire.
' ~ It wasn't you, then.
~ Why would it be me? The staff resent me.
Their butler's on holiday and they hate taking orders from me.
That doesn't give his His Lordship much excuse to behave as he did.
'His Lordship'! His Lordship, with a title that's not ten minutes old.
I know a lot about His Dirty-fingered Lordship.
~ And he's forgotten that.
~ I expect you could tell me things you wouldn't much like to read on the front page of The Times.
You'd be surprised.
Go on, then surprise me.
It's a shame Lord Sinderby wouldn't come.
Mother did ask him.
She thought it might get rid of some of the nasty taste of last night, but he said, 'No.
' He's a difficult man.
O-Or shouldn't I say that? You can say what you like after that dinner.
Oh, well, at least we gave the county something to talk about.
I wonder what the truth was about the letter from the valet.
Baxter says it was one of the castle staff.
They hate Stowell.
~ They'll hear no argument from me.
~ Well, it's over now.
Why were you all in a huddle at breakfast? Atticus has been offered a job in New York.
Oh, congratulations.
Thank you.
Aren't you going to America soon? ~ I-I am.
I'm going to Boston.
~ When? I'm planning to spend Christmas at Downton and leave in the new year.
~ Well, it hasn't been decided yet.
~ Poor Mary.
She hates to be left behind when everyone else is getting on with their lives.
This isn't that - it's the thought of being left with you.
You can't manage a broth, Miss Denker, special or otherwise? ~ I'd be very good at it.
~ If you only knew where to start.
I should never have volunteered.
But if you'd seen the look on Mr Spratt's face, you'd have sworn you could paint the Mona Lisa and be finished by teatime.
~ Won't Mrs Potter help? ~ I don't trust her.
~ I think she's in league with the enemy.
~ Blimey! We'd all better come work at the Dower House.
Sounds more exciting than here.
How much attention will they pay to Mrs Bates' past? Well, you can see the problem - a man attacks her, she stabs him with a knife.
Now there's another attack and she pushes him to his death on a busy road.
There is a pattern.
If that's what you think, then why are you here? Mrs Bates, I hope we've not left our manners outside the prison gates.
Of course, your stepfather didn't bring a charge against you.
That was my mother's doing.
It may mean we can have it ruled as inadmissible.
That would undermine their case and it might never come to a trial.
~ Can you achieve such a ruling? ~ I will do everything I can.
You seem to think I'm angry with your sons.
I'm not at all! Then why can't we forget that horrible evening happened? I'm not angry with them, but I accept they have no desire to see their mother replaced.
This is my fault.
I've taken such care to shield them from the truth.
~ Which is? ~ I was wretched with their mother.
~ Perhaps she was wretched with you.
~ No doubt.
We were very ill-suited.
But now they're preventing my first chance of real happiness.
I'm sorry, but I'm not prepared to live the rest of my life in an atmosphere of loathing and resentment.
I will not come between a father and his sons.
Then may I ask you to be honest? Is that the only barrier? If they were to welcome you into the family, you would marry me? I would.
And I should be very glad to.
So, there is my challenge.
How do you get rid of all this scum? It's the onions - they're only supposed to sweat, but I think they fell down exhausted.
And you went a bit mad with the salt.
Shall we taste it? Oh, my God! Why don't I just make a bottle of it? Then I could bring it to the house, you could warm it through and serve it.
No-one will ever know.
For now, we could give you all the ingredients so you could chop them about for Mr Spratt's benefit.
I'll use every precedent there is.
But if the story's admitted as evidence, will she be convicted? Where the law is concerned, you can never be sure about anything.
Will she? They have a strong motive, and they can prove opportunity ~ because she was in London, which we do not deny.
~ No.
Now she's been identified on the pavement nearby at that moment.
They'll use the earlier case to prove it wasn't against her nature.
It's quite strong, I'm afraid.
The cook's happy for you to announce dinner.
Thank you.
Mr Barrow.
I'm afraid I said too much last night.
I was angry, and I'd had more to drink than was good for me.
Don't worry about that, Mr Stowell, I've got a mind like a sieve.
That's dinner, everyone.
Will you shoot tomorrow, or have you given way to the uninvited guest? ~ I don't think I have a choice.
~ You can have my place.
Certainly not! I've had two good days, we're out on Friday, ~ so I don't merit pity.
~ I hope your neighbour knows ~ how accommodating you're being.
~ You can tell him - ~ he's staying the night.
~ Don't tempt me.
I do find it astonishing the way people take these things for granted.
We can't all be as unselfish as you, Mary.
Just joking! You'll like this.
It's not dear, but I think it's very good value.
I've done the sums and I believe we should put an offer in on the house on Brancour Road.
~ Before I agree to be part of it? ~ I hope you will agree.
To our future as property magnates.
Very well.
I can see there's no escape, and I must tell the truth.
~ I've never caught you in a lie.
~ No, I don't lie, but there are things I don't say.
I've allowed this folly to go on because I don't know, really, because it was a nice idea.
And I would have liked to come in with you, I would have ~ But you won't.
~ I won't, because I can't.
I don't know if I've ever told you that I have a sister.
I've always thought you had no family left.
Which may be because that's what I wanted you to think.
My sister Becky was born She's not quite right in the head.
While my mother was alive, she looked after her, ~ but when she died ~ There was no-one but you.
Precisely.
My choice was simple.
Either I gave up work and we lived on a pittance, or I went on working and paid for her to be cared for.
But that must have cost a fortune.
It cost every penny I could spare.
So there you have it, I've got no savings because I've got no money.
I'm a pauper.
But what about your retirement? ~ Have you not paid into any schemes? ~ I can't retire.
I must work for as long as anyone will let me.
I wish you very well with your house, Mr Cason - you've earned it.
But there is no place for me in the project.
~ Now I've embarrassed you.
~ Mm.
I'm not embarrassed.
I'm ashamed that I've chivvied and bullied you, when if I'd had any sensitivity at all - No, don't say that.
I've enjoyed our little dream.
~ I'm the one to blame for stringing you along.
~ Oh, never.
Well, as I say, I hope you buy it.
~ I hope you're able to without me.
~ I am, but I've had a telegram from Mr Murray.
May I use your telephone, Mr Carson? He says it's bad news.
Oh, no.
I'm sorry to hear that.
Be my guest.
Rose, you chum Tom.
Mary, go with Mr Talbot.
Rachel ~ Oh, sort it out between you.
~ I'll see you all there.
~ I'm not sure where I'm supposed to go.
~ He's such a controller.
Go where you'd like.
Mr Rogers? ~ Would it be awful if I were left alone with my loader? ~ Of course not.
I wouldn't mind, if you've nothing better to do.
I'm Bertie Pelham, the agent.
~ Are you often asked to come when there's shooting? ~ No, I'm not.
I'm staying for dinner, which they REALLY didn't have to do.
It's very kind.
Thanks for keeping my spirits up.
Some men hate having strangers with them.
My father does.
Oh, I don't mind.
Especially not you.
You're staying with Mr Rogers, aren't you? That's right.
Lord Sinderby said he could bring me.
~ Very decent of him.
~ Do you shoot at lot? Not at this level.
That explains it.
~ What explains what? ~ Nothing.
~ No, go on, I insist.
~ Well, it's none of my business, but Atticus isn't shooting to make room for you.
Lord Sinderby's son? That's terrible.
Why didn't somebody tell Charlie there was no room? They thought it inhospitable.
As soon as this drive's over, I'll swap places.
No, don't.
His guns are back at the castle, it's all settled now.
Look, forget I said anything.
Is your husband one of the other guns? No, although my late husband was quite good at it.
In the end.
You're a young widow.
But then I suppose the war gave us many young widows.
It wasn't the war.
In fact Look out.
Here they come.
~ Well done! ~ Fluke.
~ How long have you been the agent? ~ About a year and a half.
~ But I've known Brancaster all my life.
~ Oh? The old Lord Hexham was my father's cousin.
Second cousin.
They've both dead now, but we used to come here every so often.
Which is why you were given the job? ~ That's rather a leading question.
~ Sorry! Of course, you're right.
When my father died, I left the Army.
I didn't know what to do next, and I suppose Cousin Peter felt sorry for me.
~ No burning ambitions? ~ Not really.
I'm always jealous of those chaps who fly the Channel, invent a cure or something.
What about you? Are you pining for some unfulfilled dream? Not today.
Today I feel very happy.
Good morning, Daisy.
Can I help you with anything? No, thank you, Mr Spratt.
I were just I looked in on Miss Denker.
I see.
What are you carrying so diligently? Ah! ~ Basket's empty.
~ Yes.
~ I'm looking in at the shops on my way back.
~ Ah.
I have news of my own.
As you know, I told you I'd discussed it all with Dickie.
You agreed to marry him if he could bring his sons around.
This morning I had a letter from Larry Grey.
Oh, goodness! Is it polite? Judge for yourself.
'Dear Mrs Crawley.
' Well, that's a good start.
The sentiment of the greeting is not reflected in the text.
'My father has requested that I re-examine my feelings when it comes to your proposed union.
I have re-examined them and I find them to be unchanged.
I hope you'll persuade him to avoid any further attempts to make me reconsider, which could only prove embarrassing to us both.
' 'Yours sincerely, Larry Grey.
' ~ Have you shown this to him? ~ Not yet.
I'm not sure I should.
And I suppose you'll take it lying down.
I'll take it lying down, standing up or in a semi-recumbent posture.
The matter is decided.
I will not have my final years overshadowed by a tear-stained tug of war.
I suppose there's one consolation.
What's that? Dr Clarkson will be delighted! Thank you.
What's that? Murray telephoned this morning.
There's a date for Anna's trial.
~ Oh, no.
~ What's that? Anna's going for tr- That settles it.
You will not shoot any more today, or tomorrow.
~ Don't embarrass me, please.
~ I won't if you do as I say.
What can I do to help? Take my place this afternoon.
~ What's the matter, Papa? ~ I'm perfectly all right, I just need to take things a little easy.
If only he'd chosen not to be all man-like and keep it concealed.
Is there anything I can do? You could send someone to fetch Mr Aldridge's guns.
You see, this is why I didn't want to make a thing of it.
~ Is it really true about Anna? ~ We'll know more when we get home.
You've probably heard you're off the hook.
Papa's given his place to Atticus, so you'll pay no price for your thoughtlessness.
Be a sport and forgive me.
I'm here for the night, I don't want you scowling at me through dinner.
~ I shall scowl if I think you deserve it.
~ I never meant it to happen.
Isn't there something called 'forgiveness through good intention'? Only for Catholics.
Let's sit down.
Surely you can't have meant for Daisy to make the broth instead of your good self? This is all for show, isn't it? Your intention was to serve Daisy's excellent soup and take the credit yourself.
What have you done with it? I felt it would be discourteous to give it back, so it just seems best to pour it away and never speak of it again.
Don't you agree? You must make it yourself now, Miss Denker.
Good luck to you.
~ I'm glad to find you here and not in bed.
Have you recovered? ~ Completely.
~ I suppose I missed a marvellous afternoon.
~ Spectacular.
~ Is Papa really ill? ~ I don't know.
Now I just want to get him home in one piece.
I think we should wait a few minutes.
Stowell, who is this? ~ God Almighty.
~ What is it? What's happened? What the hell is she doing here? ~ What's her name? Tell me her name.
~ What? Tell me her name and I'll save you.
Diana.
Diana Clark.
Diana.
I don't believe you.
I never thought you'd make it! ~ This is my friend, Diana Clark.
~ Oh! She said she'd be in the neighbourhood and I asked her to look in if she had any time.
You must stay for tea.
And what is this little chap called? Er Dan-Daniel.
Daniel? How extraordinary - that's Lord Sinderby's name.
Would you come with me? Come on.
Play along and it will be fine.
The telegram said he'd be alone and to bring the boy.
I'm sure it did, but unfortunately he didn't send it.
Hello.
I'm Atticus, Rose's husband.
Why have we never met before? I agree.
How silly is that? Who is that woman? She can't be a great friend of Rose, ~ I've never seen her before in my life.
~ Nor me.
The truth is, I asked Barrow to get Stowell into trouble, and I'm afraid he overdid it.
What's the matter? You look as if you've had a stroke.
Oh, I can't have two of you laid up in one day.
Just a bit tired, that's all.
~ I'll lie down before dinner.
~ All right.
We're so interested to meet your very old friend Mrs Clark, ~ whom we have never clapped eyes on before.
~ (Help me.
) ~ Only if you tell me what's going on.
~ (Come.
) Oh, of course, you all know each other.
Diana, it's so lovely to see you again.
Indeed it is.
How have you been since you were last at Downton? ~ Oh well.
Awfully, awfully well.
~ Will you excuse me? I wish he'd come and speak to me.
I suppose he can't.
Who? Oh, crikey! No, he can't.
I've come all the way from London.
Who would do such a nasty thing? Oh, I think I know, and I think I know why.
But it won't help to tell you.
~ Mr Bates! Are you going somewhere? ~ I am.
In fact, can I ask a favour, Mr Molesley? Can you give these to Mr Carson? ~ He'll know what to do with him.
~ He's about somewhere.
I'd rather not see him.
And don't give them to him yet.
~ Wait till this evening.
~ Mr Bates, are you in trouble? My wife's in prison - I'd call that trouble, wouldn't you? Because I want you to know I'd gladly help you in any way I can.
I'm touched by that.
I mean it.
Thank you.
But the only way you can help me now is by delivering those letters.
Just a moment.
You acted to save Lord Sinderby, but you saved me, too.
~ From a hideous situation, and I am so grateful.
~ No need.
~ Please try not to think ill of him.
~ Oh, I'm not sure what I think.
Maybe it's good to know he has the same feet of clay as the rest of us.
~ Goodbye, Mrs Clark.
~ Oh, you must call her Diana.
~ Diana.
No doubt we'll meet in London.
I look forward to it.
~ Me, too.
Are you off? No, I'm just going up to change, but I can't find my white tie.
~ Of course! I forgot you were staying for dinner.
~ Oh! Stowell looks like he's in a cage with a tiger.
Are you going to give him away to your father-in-law? Stowell! How did you know about Mrs Clark? Will you tell His Lordship, m'Lady? I can't decide.
But in the meantime, I hope you can be more polite to Mr Branson ~ while he's with us.
~ Certainly, m'Lady.
Rose, Mary, Robert.
Would you stay in here for a moment, please? I'm glad to have caught you three.
~ I wasn't sure I could manage it.
~ I'm intrigued.
Oh, you needn't pretend.
You saw the depths of my humiliation earlier.
Who planned it, I wonder? Everyone has enemies.
I'd be grateful if we could restrict this knowledge to our number.
I do not believe any of you would wish to cause Rachel or Atticus pain.
No-one else will ever know.
The truth is, it could all have been very much worse.
And that it was not is due entirely to Rose.
Rose, my dear .
.
you are clever, kind and resourceful.
And I wish to put it on record that I see now that we are lucky to have you in the family.
I shall be inviting your parents to stay as soon as is convenient.
~ You don't have to.
~ Oh, I think I do.
We all know that people who live in glass houses are ill-advised to throw stones.
Now, I've had a gramophone put into the library, ~ so run along and enjoy yourselves.
~ Golly! What fun! Thank you.
She'll love you forever if you'll let her.
That's who she is.
I know that now.
I was stupid not to have seen it before.
The letters to His Lordship and Mr Murray must tell the same story.
Why confess? It makes no sense.
The police said someone short pushed Mr Green.
Mr Bates isn't short! Didn't he spend that day in York? ~ The lost ticket was never used.
~ If only it wasn't lost.
Do we know what he was doing there? He said he had lunch in a pub, he couldn't remember which one.
There are hundreds of pubs in York.
But Mr Bates had lunch in one of them.
I don't believe he's guilty, whatever he's written there.
He just wants Anna out of prison, and I don't blame him for that.
Might I have the key for Mr Bates' cottage? You never know, he might have left a clue as to where he was going.
I'm not sure what we'll do with it if he has, but you can have the key.
(Is there anything I can get you, sir? Anything you'd like?) N-No.
No, thank you, Stowell.
You've been very considerate.
~ That makes it all worth it.
~ Makes what worth it? It would take too long to explain.
Suffice to say, the butler is back in his box.
~ Well, that sounds rather snobbish.
~ Not in this instance.
What was really going on this afternoon with that woman? The one with the little boy in tow.
What makes you think there was anything going on? All right.
Why was Lord Sinderby in a panic? Why did Lady Rose take over? Why did your father pretend to know the visitor when he clearly did not? And why was Lady Sinderby in total ignorance throughout? Naturally, I'm not going to answer any of your questions, but I'm impressed you should ask them.
Well done.
~ Are you looking forward to going home? ~ Why, particularly? ~ Aren't you missing Marigold? ~ Aren't you missing Sybbie? Isn't Mary missing George? Not quite as much.
What are you trying to say? Not a lot, really.
But these will be my last months at Downton, and you have always been my ally.
I'd like to feel we were honest with each other.
You see, where I grew up, there were quite a few Marigolds.
~ I'm not sure I understand you.
~ I think you do.
My cousin Nuala had a child that was brought up as her sister.
No-one talked of it, naturally, but we all knew.
~ I told Papa you'd guessed.
~ So they're both in on it? They are now.
~ And Mary? Does she know? ~ No.
She's completely uninterested in me, which should keep me safe.
Please, keep it to yourself.
Not for my sake so much as for hers.
You may not believe it, but I'm a signed-up member of this family now.
~ Can I have this one? ~ Of course.
You look very intense.
Oh, we were just talking about our ward.
My family adopted a little girl.
She's growing up at Downton.
What's the new Lord Hexham like? He must be your cousin.
My third cousin.
Does that count? Is he nice? Peter's all right.
He's not here much.
Always seems to be in North Africa.
Do you always ask so many questions? I'm glad I've caught you.
They said in the dining room you'd left.
~ I hope it didn't spoil your breakfast.
~ I haven't had it yet.
We wanted to make an early start.
~ Charlie's got something on this afternoon.
~ Well, goodbye, Mr Talbot.
I feel guilty now trying to make you feel uncomfortable yesterday.
But you were quite right.
I'll be less cavalier next time.
Maybe we'll meet again.
Are you ever in Yorkshire? I have an aunt up there.
So you never know.
~ Perhaps we'll meet shooting.
~ Maybe.
~ But it's not my real sport.
~ What is? Cars.
~ Cars? ~ Henry, we must go.
Heavens! What a snappy chariot.
Mr Rogers clearly has hidden depths.
It's mine.
But thanks for the compliment.
~ Welcome back, my Lord.
~ Carson.
There's been a development while you were away.
Mr Bates has gone.
~ I don't understand.
Gone where? ~ We don't know, my Lord, ~ but he's left you a letter.
~ How very mysterious.
Come on.
Mr Carson.
So, does that mean I stay on as valet, ~ or am I expected to double up? ~ It all has to be thought through.
They must release Mrs Bates now that they've got a confession.
No doubt His Lordship is telephoning Mr Murray as we speak.
~ Will he be hiding somewhere? ~ In Ireland, I presume.
He has family there.
And the English police are not too well regarded if they try to find him.
Why hasn't Anna been released? Why did Carson wait? I'll telephone Murray now.
He'll be able to get her out.
~ I don't believe for a moment Bates did it.
~ No! But neither did Anna.
So it won't be unjust to set her free.
Have you caught up with yourself? I'll be straight by the time they finish dinner.
Mr Molesley, when you said earlier about what you were planning to for Mr Bates, ~ using his photo ~ Yes? I'd like to be helpful.
I'd like to ~ .
.
come with you.
~ Would you? Because that would help a lot! But I don't want anyone else to know.
Not unless it works.
He's sure he can get her out at once.
He's coming up tomorrow.
~ Well, that's something.
~ Yes.
What is it? In his letter to me, Bates has left instructions for how to get a message through to him.
~ An Irish address and telephone number.
~ Has he told anyone else? Not as far I as know.
Not Carson.
What do you think I should do? What you should do is easy - tell the police.
But what I would do is keep it secret until we know more.
Thank heaven we both have a criminal turn of mind.
~ I should go in round the back.
~ No, no, no.
Come this way to say hello to His Lordship.
~ I saw the car.
What a relief.
~ We were waiting for it.
Yes, but I'm not released, m'Lord.
~ I'm still on bail.
~ Maybe.
But with a signed confession and a man on the run, they could never hope for a guilty verdict.
And if they find him and prove him innocent, do I go back to prison? It is a very frustrating situation.
If he's guilty, I'm innocent.
And if I'm guilty, he's innocent.
~ Except neither of us did it.
~ Which is what we must prove.
You're home now, that's something.
At least we're going forwards, not backwards.
Now, can the car take me to the station? Stark will drive us both.
I have to be in York in half an hour, so I'm leaving now.
~ Carson, will you tell Her Ladyship where I've gone? ~ Certainly, my Lord.
Do you want to come in this way? No, I'll go round by the kitchen courtyard, m'Lady.
Might as well get back into the swing of things.
Well, so this is the famous broth? What else would it be? Are you ready to be judged on it? I shall be judged by you, Mr Spratt, whatever happens.
If you mean I will judge you for promoting yourself through lies and fraud, then, yes, I will.
So will she.
Your unmasking is at hand.
God in Heaven! Oh, Denker.
~ Oh.
~ I was talking menus with Mrs Potter, and Spratt reminded me about the broth.
~ He didn't want your efforts to be overlooked.
~ I'm sure he didn't.
Not a chance! ~ Of course, the proof of the pudding is in he eating, m'Lady.
~ Indeed.
So, may I taste it? Uh Thank you.
I warned you, m'Lady.
It is delicious.
It can't be! It's not possible! There's a point, Spratt, where malice ceases to be amusing.
Thank you, Denker, very much.
I'm not hungry enough to do your soup justice this evening.
Let us save its delights for another day.
Whatever you wish, Your Ladyship.
~ Thank you.
~ Thank you.
Thank you.
I thought you'd look in before you came down.
~ To tell you how I got on in York? ~ Yes.
I wanted to wait until we were all together.
You'll be pleased to hear I am not about to have a heart attack.
~ Your father has an ulcer.
~ Oh, that's a relief! Yes, it is a relief, but you've got to be good with your diet.
Well said.
We'll take it seriously - white fish, chicken, no alcohol.
~ Steady on! ~ I mean it! You frightened me.
~ I don't like to be frightened.
~ There must be room for negotiation.
Why don't you promise to lay off everything until Christmas Day? ~ Christmas Eve.
~ Very well.
Christmas Eve.
Mama? I suppose.
But I'll be strict.
We'll have a merry Christmas as my last memory of Downton.
~ Don't make it sound so final! ~ I'll be back one day.
~ I'll need to see how the village turned out.
~ That reminds me.
Good news in the Evening Post.
The Della Francesca sold amazingly well.
~ That's wonderful.
~ Let's go through.
Shall we? Wonderful news.
Congratulations.
Hallelujah.
We are to have another footman to help you, Mr Molesley.
How did you wangle that? His Lordship has had some good news, I shamelessly took advantage.
Did I hear right? Are we to have a new footman? Do your ears have wireless aerials? I hope you'll give another chance to Andy.
~ The lad we had in London for Lady Rose's wedding? ~ He was nice.
I remember him gabbing around town with Miss Denker ~ and staying out till all hours.
~ I had no trouble with the lad.
But it's your decision.
Are you ready for the lights? Three, two, one It's beautiful, Daddy! No luck there.
Shall we have a break after the next one? ~ I think that's a good idea.
~ Where to now? I believe it's the Fountain Inn.
Shut your eyes! Ithought you'd like to know I've bought the house.
~ We've completed.
~ Oh, I am pleased.
That's a nice thing to know before Christmas.
You can open them now.
Oh! Will we be a big party? Family, really.
Mr Atticus and Lady Rose are coming, which is nice.
His parents won't bother with Christmas.
Don't start! Then I gather they're off to New York in January, ~ when Mr Branson goes to Boston.
~ Yeah.
I'll miss him.
I don't mind admitting it.
I know you're uncomfortable with him, but I feel he's a sort of bridge between us all.
~ I'm used to him.
I'll say that.
~ Heavens! Don't let him hear you, it'll go straight to his head.
Ah, Mr Carson.
Might I trouble you for a moment, please? Come in.
I understand you asked to see me.
Carson will stay.
~ It's about Mr Bates, my Lord.
~ So Carson tells us.
Please, we're all anxious to hear anything to Bates' good.
How can we get a message to him? That's what worries me.
Let us concern ourselves with that when we know the new evidence.
Mrs Bates told the police he'd spent the day Mr Green died walking round York.
He said he'd eaten in a pub, but he couldn't identify it.
~ He must have been out of his mind.
Is it any wonder he'd forgotten? ~ No.
But we know which pub it was.
What?! I took a photograph of Mr Bates, and Miss Baxter and I, we've spent our days off walking around the city, ~ and questioning the landlords.
~ But it must have taken forever.
~ How long have you been doing this? ~ Since we came back from Brancaster.
~ How many pubs have you visited? ~ 60, 70.
We had a list of them and we ticked them off one by one.
We had a third to do when we found it.
It's er ~ a Mr Salter of the Picarol in King Street.
~ He'll swear to this? He will, m'Lady.
He remembered Mr Bates' limp.
And he also remembered how he almost got angry ~ when Mr Salter tried to help him to a table.
~ Sounds like Bates.
Then they started talking and it turned out they'd both served in the South African war.
Mr Bates is quite distinctive, so I believed we had a good chance.
May I make a suggestion? If Mr Viner accepts this man's statement, surely it would overturn any attempt to prosecute? If this does prove Bates' innocence, which clearly it does, won't they re-arrest Anna? We'll cross that bridge when we come to it.
~ We can't leave Bates on the run when he's innocent.
~ Of course not.
Molesley, Baxter, you've done something fine.
Generous and fine.
I'll telephone Mr Murray at once, but I'm sure neither Bates, nor we, ~ can adequately express our gratitude.
~ Thank you, m'Lord.
I've spoken to Murray.
He's certain there won't be a problem once he has the statement.
~ Have you sent a message to Bates? ~ I can't decide.
Tell him to come.
When he's arrived, contact Murray ~ without saying where he is.
~ Poor old Murray.
We'll have him running a thieves' kitchen before we're finished.
~ Do you think they'll re-arrest Anna? ~ Murray says not.
The witness who identified her is having doubts.
The police know their case would be shredded in court.
Something else may turn up, but until it does They'll leave her at liberty.
Well, thank heaven.
I can't stop thinking about Tom leaving.
I suppose there's no point in trying to persuade him ~ to let Sybbie stay.
~ No point at all.
How are you feeling? Oh, better.
Much better.
Bored to sobs, but better.
Please be careful on Christmas Eve if you do decide to drink.
~ You'll get plastered on a sniff of sherry.
~ Paradise.
I'm serious.
You can't make a fool of yourself in front of the tenants.
They'd be uncomfortable.
I'm glad the picture sold so well, it makes me feel better about spoiling it for you.
There is not now, nor ever will be, anything you have spoiled for me.
Well, don't spoil Christmas Eve for me.
Oh, my.
Taste that, Mrs Hughes.
Maybe you'll write a cookery book, Daisy.
Maybe that's where she's headed.
Oh, I hope you change your mind about your studies.
Start the new year with a new determination.
I can't bear for it to go to waste.
You're always complaining they keep me from my work! ~ You know I don't mean it! ~ Anything could happen for you.
~ It's a wonderful feeling.
~ Maybe.
If it means a bit of extra work for me, so be it! And happy Christmas! Why didn't you show it to me before this? It's been months! Well, I've shown you now.
You must know I resent Larry's treatment of you very much.
~ Things can never be good between us again.
~ It will not involve me.
~ Nothing will make you change your mind? ~ I'm afraid not.
But I will always think of you with great affection ~ and wish you nothing but the best.
~ That sounds more final than if you'd spat in my eye.
I love you, Isobel Crawley! I know it's not enough.
I know I'm old and played-out.
But I do love you with my whole heart.
You're not played-out! And it means a great deal to me.
But I will not poison what years we have left by setting you against your children.
Oh.
Have I interrupted a lovers' tryst? Ha! Thank you for injecting humour into this moment of misery.
~ I-I must go.
~ Oh, dear.
I've cut you short.
Not really.
There was nothing more to say.
Goodbye.
That was rather sad.
Yes, it was sad.
~ Are we guests or servants tonight? ~ Both, I should hope! I think we're as good as the tenant farmers, thank you.
Mr Barrow, Andrew, they're starting to arrive.
Mr Molesley can't manage on his own.
If you could bring up the food.
Yes, Mr Carson.
Take those.
I wonder if I might have a word later? ~ If such a thing were possible.
~ It's possible.
Let me know when.
I thought it was a good moment, while Mama has them all downstairs.
What are you thinking? I'm taking photographs in my mind to think of when I'm far away.
Oh, Tom.
I'm always ticking off Mary for saying she doesn't want you to go, but I hope you know how much I'll miss you.
I know how much I'll miss all of you.
And I suppose that must be pretty similar.
Great minds think alike.
What do you say we take a moment to think of Sybil? We're the three left on earth who loved her the most.
And Mama and Papa.
~ But we're the three who should have grown old with her.
~ That's true.
And who knows when we'll be together again? Darling Sybil.
Wherever you are .
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we send you all our love and kisses for the happiest of happy Christmases.
Sybbie's last Christmas in this house - the house where she was born.
Don't say that.
We'll be back.
You wouldn't consider leaving her here until you'd settled in? No, I would not.
No.
But I love the way you love her.
We must go down - they're arriving.
Now to the Lord sing praises All you within this place And with true love and brotherhood Each other now embrace The holy tide of Christmas All others doth deface O tidings of comfort and joy Comfort and joy O tidings of comfort and joy We'll have a break now.
Please, all of you, help yourselves to a drink and have something to eat.
You, too, Molesley, Andrew.
Anna, you-you-you have a drink.
I want everybody to have a drink.
~ Some of us have already had a drink.
~ Don't be such a spoilsport.
~ What do you think you're doing? ~ God, you are a dreary little man.
~ Is everything going well here? ~ M'lady.
~ Spratt? ~ Yes.
Because I don't like dissension.
Spratt, I won't have it.
~ Dissension, m'Lady, perish the thought.
~ Let's keep it that way.
~ You look very dazed.
~ I am.
You forget, I've never done Christmas before.
~ At least not properly.
~ Well, you're in for the Downton Christmas.
If that doesn't put you off, nothing will.
It's funny, it's finally beginning to sink in I belong to two families.
~ I'm a part of both.
~ Me, too.
It's called being married.
And I think it's just lovely.
~ Don't let Mr Carson catch you.
~ He seems a kind man to me.
He's a fair man, but I wouldn't put it higher than that.
Thank you, Mrs Patmore.
Thank you.
Ooh.
Close the door, for God's sake.
Make them think they're not allowed in.
~ We can't stay for long - it's cheating.
~ We have earned it.
~ After the year we've had.
~ Oh, I know.
Proposals and propositions.
Not what one expects at our age.
Oh, but I do wish you'd tell me the truth about Princess Kuragin.
You detest her, yet I've never known you fight for anyone with more passion.
I suppose they're in Paris now, so what harm can it do? When I met the prince at the royal wedding, we fell madly in love.
And in the weeks that followed - weeks of balls and midnight skating to the strains of the balalaika - we resolved to elope.
~ You know, to be free.
~ And what happened? Well, at the appointed hour, we started for the port, to set sail in the prince's yacht, but .
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my maid had betrayed us to the princess, who set out in pursuit.
She caught up with our carriage, wrenched the door open and pulled me out.
~ Pulled you out? By your arm? ~ Oh, by my arm, by my hair, by my leg, anything to get me out of the coach.
Then she flung me into the cab that brought her and sent me back to Lord Grantham.
~ You must have looked rather dishevelled.
~ Men notice nothing.
~ So she saved you from ruin.
~ From ruin .
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from the loss of my children and from a life in the shadows.
And you were grateful? Within a week, I felt she had pulled me back from the brink of the abyss.
And now, at last, you see, we are even.
She saved me.
And I saved her.
And you've never strayed again? ~ I've never risked everything again.
~ It's not quite what I asked.
It's all the answer you'll get.
Remember, we were the Edwardians.
What are you doing hiding in here? Quick! Come out.
Chop, chop! ~ I suppose you're all packed? ~ Pretty well.
But you and I should go through everything in my office.
~ In fact, you should take it over.
~ I wouldn't know where to start.
There's nothing I do you won't be able to manage twice as well.
Tom, Mary, you have to come.
Robert's about to give a speech ~ and it is not a good idea.
~ It was bound to happen.
~ He hasn't touched a drop for months.
~ Ladies and gentlemen! Ladies and gentlemen! I hope you will let me speak for you when I thank His Lordship for this wonderful party ~ and for a marvellous year.
~ Now, just a minute For he's a jolly good fellow ~ For he's a jolly good fellow ~ Is this a good moment? It is if you want it to be.
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fellow And so say all of us And now Lady Mary is going to sing for us, accompanied by Lady Edith.
~ Do I have to? ~ Yes.
~ Oh.
Silent night Holy night Sleeps the world, hid from sight Mary and Joseph in stable bare Watched o'er the child Beloved and fair Sleep in heavenly rest Sleep in heavenly rest ~ I don't think I should.
~ Go on! It's Christmas.
Let's toast your new house.
Maybe I should mention one thing.
You say'your new house', but it isn't only mine.
~ No? ~ No.
I've registered it in both of our names.
I hope you don't mind, but I hate to change a plan when there's no need.
Mr Carson, I'm very appreciative, really, ~ but I can't accept.
~ Why not? Who knows what the future may hold? Or how much longer we'll even be here? Suppose you want to move away and change your life entirely.
You don't want to be stuck with me.
But that's the point.
What is? I do want to be stuck with you.
I'm not convinced I can be hearing this right.
You are, if you think I'm asking you to marry me.
Well? Well You could knock me down with a feather.
And you're not offended? Oh, Mr Carson, .
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I can assure you the very last thing in the world that I am at this moment is offended.
You can take as long as you like - I won't press you.
Because one thing I do know - I'm not marrying anyone else.
Well, then.
What exactly are we celebrating? We're celebrating the fact that I can still get a proposal at my age.
And that's it? Of course I'll marry you, you old booby.
I thought you'd never ask.
Hello, my darling.
We're going to miss you very much, my boy.
Did I tell you? Very much.
~ I suppose everyone's saying that.
~ Yes, they are.
But it's not like you to be sentimental.
In vino veritas - 'from wine comes truth'.
The fact is, I've grown extremely fond of you, Tom.
Sybil would be amazed to hear it but I have.
Always remember you have a home to come back to.
Sybil will be very touched.
As am I.
And, yes, I will think of Downton as my home.
And that would have amazed Sybil, I've no doubt about it.
Now, what should Marigold call me? Donk! Why not? Everyone else does.
She can call me Donk and every time she does, I'll be reminded of you.
Brava, Sybbie - that's a victory.
~ Oh, is it time to sing? ~ No.
No, I do have something to say.
Ladies and gentlemen.
My son-in-law, Mr Branson, asked for your gratitude to me.
Now, Her Ladyship and I should like to repay the compliment.
Tom Branson has helped Downton navigate the choppy seas of the modern world and brought it to the good place where it is now.
But it is time for him to leave us.
And while we regret his going, we wish him and Miss Sybbie well in their new life.
So, let us give a round of applause as a send-off.
~ Bravo.
~ O Come All Ye Faithful Well done, but you didn't sound drunk.
How did you do that? Concentration.
You forget, I was trained as a soldier.
O come ye, O come ye to Bethlehem Come and behold Him Born the King of Angels O come, let us adore Him ~ O come, let us adore Him ~ Mr Bates! O come, let us adore Him Christ the Lord God of God (Happy Christmas.
) Lo, he abhors Not the virgin's womb ~ But how have you - ~ Shh.
We'll worry about everything else later.
But for now, let's just have a very happy Christmas.
O come, let us adore Him O come, let us adore Him O come, let us adore Him Christ the Lord