Downton Abbey s05e03 Episode Script
Episode 3
Did you sleep well? Very.
It hasn't taken me long to get used to sharing a bed again.
Who is it? Breakfast, madam.
One moment.
Ah.
Thank you so much.
I can manage.
Have you ordered something for yourself? You can't have mine.
It'll be here any second.
You've worked up a good appetite.
I can't bear vulgar jokes.
I'll make note of that.
I've made note of everything.
How you look in the morning.
How you dress.
How you put on your make-up.
Why particularly? Because I want to acclimate myself with the routines and rituals that will govern the rest of my life.
Are you governed by ritual and routine? I don't think I am.
Do you really have to leave today? I'm afraid so.
Surely there are delights in Liverpool we have yet to share.
We've driven round Cheshire and dined in public for almost a week.
By some miracle, we have managed to get away with it.
Let's not push our luck.
Does it matter if we get found out? We're gonna be down the aisle before you can say, "Jack Robinson.
" No.
And yes, it does matter.
I've been tarnished once and I won't be tarnished again.
Nothing is going to happen that isn't properly announced organised and executed.
Isn't that your breakfast? Miss Bunting says I've quite a gift for it now I've got started.
I left school when I were 11.
What were I supposed to learn by then? If I were at school now, I'd be there at least till I were 14.
What's the matter? Sorry, love.
What were you saying? Nothing.
Before he left, Mr Bricker said he wants to show us the della Francescas in the National Gallery when we're next in London.
You go.
Actually, I wouldn't mind knowing if ours is any good.
We don't often see you for breakfast.
We've got a meeting to organise the church flowers.
The rota seems to have gone wrong.
Is Mary back today? Supposed to be.
Good.
We've been sent a proposition from a man in Leeds.
What's that? Let's wait till Mary gets home then we can talk about it.
Do you have any plans? I may walk down to Yew Tree Farm.
I'll give you a lift if you like.
Has Rose left? I think so.
She planned to get an early train to York.
She wanted to spend the day with her Russians which is nice.
Are you ready to go? Edith is getting so fond of that little girl.
I only hope she isn't driving the mother mad.
Mr Carson, please may I make a telephone call? Don't make it a habit.
I'm sorry to ask but I wonder if I might be alone.
If you wish.
Hello.
I've read your advertisement in the London Magazine.
Choose Your Own Path.
This is me.
We'll talk soon.
We're settled now.
We just have to get organised.
Oh, what is the latest from your ageing Romeo? If it's of interest, I haven't heard anything from him since you and I last met.
Oh, how disappointing.
To you, perhaps.
Not especially to me.
By the way, how is Spratt? He's well, I think.
Why do you ask? He wasn't there to open the door.
I wondered if he might be ill.
Oh, no.
He's not ill.
He's in Liverpool.
His niece got married yesterday and Spratt had to take her down the aisle.
Oh.
It seems unlikely to think of Spratt with a private life.
Hm.
Yes.
Unlikely and extremely inconvenient.
But you can't begrudge him that.
Servants are human beings too.
Yes.
But preferably only on their days off.
So they want to take this witness business further? I'm afraid so.
It's a young woman, apparently.
She was on her way to meet a friend by the Statue of Eros in Piccadilly.
Now, she swears she heard Green speak as she walked by.
There was clatter from traffic but she heard him say, "Why have you come?" Who was he talking to? She couldn't see.
She was quite short and behind his back.
She looked up when he spoke but it was only to see him fall into the road.
She kept quiet.
Well, it was in the paper and they said it was an accident.
But that phrase haunted her.
"Why have you come?" Till she felt she had to report it.
I still don't see what brings you here.
Green complained of a quarrel while he was staying at Downton.
He felt badly treated, was angry about it and he told Lord Gillingham's other servants.
Why didn't they report it? Because everyone thought his death was an accident.
Until now.
I'm sorry but as I remember, he was in high spirits while he was here.
Rather too high, if you get my meaning.
He had the maids and footmen playing Racing Demon and screaming the house down.
So you had no reason to believe he fell out with anyone? None at all.
He was rather a bumptious type but if anyone objected to that, it was me.
Isobel was asking about your travels.
She's coming for dinner this evening so you can tell her yourself.
Another cup of tea, M'Lord? Thank you, no.
You can show her your sketches.
Where are they anyway? Can't we see them? Now that you're back, a building company has been in touch.
They want to put up 50 houses.
50? Modest ones.
He's got his eye on Pip's Corner.
He wants to widen the lane to the green to access the village centre.
They want to buy Pip's Corner? They want to build on Pip's Corner.
We take a percentage of sales.
It's a good offer.
I won't have 50 ugly modern houses built over a field of mine.
Well, we don't have to make a decision now.
Hello, darling.
Hello, Sybbie.
Now, let's go and sit by the fire.
We want to hear all about your The police must have muddled Downton with some other place.
I expect so.
You don't remember any bad feeling involving Mr Green, do you? No.
Well, better get moving.
They'll be down in a minute.
Oh, Mr Carson.
There's a telephone call for Mr Barrow.
Go and find him, Mr Molesley, seeing as you're the First Footman now.
Are you free for a moment? I've not got long.
No, well, it won't take long.
I've had a letter from my sister.
The mother of my nephew Archie.
He was shot, wasn't he, poor boy.
Yes.
He was shot.
For cowardice.
His parents live in Farsley near Leeds.
Now, the Farsley people are putting up their own memorial like we are.
That's nice.
Well, it is and it isn't.
You see, the locals only know that Archie died in the War.
They'll expect to see his name among the rest.
Yes.
But the committee won't put him on the list.
He's He's not worthy.
Apparently.
So says the War Office.
I am sorry.
That must be terribly upsetting for her.
Well, it brings it back for us, you see.
It brings it back and makes his death nothing at all.
I wish I could do something.
Well, I did just wonder I mean, if she were able to say he'd been included in our memorial, because of a family connection, no-one would wonder why he was missing from the one in Farsley.
Have you spoken to Mr Carson? No.
I was hoping you might do that.
Me? Well, everyone knows you can twist him around your little finger.
Then, EVERYONE is wrong.
Well, will you have a go, please? We're about to start the Hollandaise.
So we've got time if it curdles.
Right.
I'm coming.
Please.
I hope you're not too tired after your exertions.
Ooh, M'Lady.
I'm not tired exactly.
Oh, good.
I'm glad if the wedding was a success.
Oh.
The wedding was a success.
Yes.
Spratt, I have told you before, I do not appreciate a man of mystery.
If you have something to say, say it.
I would, Your Ladyship, but it may not be quite right for me to tell.
Well, if that is the case then do NOT say it.
Do you have some other business? Only that it may not be mine to tell, but it is, in a way, yours.
You're testing me, Spratt.
And I warn you, being tested does not bring out the best in me.
No, Your Ladyship.
I will not repeat myself.
Either impart this piece of information, if you can empower yourself to do so, or go.
Very well.
I hope Lady Mary enjoyed her time in Liverpool.
What? I was standing outside the Grand Hotel this morning, M'Lady, when I saw her come out with her suitcases.
She was accompanied by Lord Gillingham who had clearly also been staying in the hotel.
Well, yes.
They were both staying there.
They were attending an informal conference of northern landowners.
Lord Gillingham thought Lady Mary might derive benefit from it.
So you knew about it? Of course I did.
Why? What do you imagine you were witnessing? Well Nothing vulgar, I hope! Nothing beneath the dignity of a butler of this house.
Oh.
Nothing of that sort, M'Lady.
I'm glad to hear it.
Now, if you'll be good enough to let me drink my brandy in peace.
You don't think Mr Bates ever knew it was Mr Green, do you? What are you asking me for? I don't know anything you don't know.
Anyway, Mr Carson wasn't impressed by the sound of the witness.
But they could make out he was in London that day, couldn't they? He left at dawn.
He was back late.
They'll say he could have managed it.
Even if Mr Bates was in London, we have no reason to suppose he had anything to do with it.
What do you mean, 'even if he was'? Do you think he was? I don't know if he was there or not.
Why would I if you don't? They'll find out.
About Mr Green.
They'll find out what he did.
How? There's no-one in this house knows, except you, me and Lady Mary.
And she won't give it away.
No, I don't think she will.
There you are, then.
But they'll find out somehow.
Of course you must bring them.
If you want to.
They do so love an excursion.
It'll be fun.
I'll come and help.
What are you going to do in London? I have a fitting with Monsieur Molyneux.
He's over from Paris.
The Dowager Lady Grantham is on the telephone for you, M'Lady.
Thank you.
Will you stay at Rosamund's? If she'll have me.
Robert, any chance you could come to? I'm afraid I can't.
I've a dreary meeting all afternoon.
What about you, Edith? I'm taking Mr Bricker up on his offer to show me the National Gallery.
I'm watching little Marigold.
Mrs Drewe is taking the youngest boy to the dentist.
Can't someone else step in? I said I'd do it.
Rose.
We're taking my Russians to Howarth where the Brontes lived.
What will they make of the Brontes? Good things surely.
Hopeless lovers wandering over a desolate moor.
If it wasn't Emily Bronte, it could be Tolstoy or Gogol.
That's why I want to bring them to Downton.
They can compare the old Chekhovian vie de chateau with the way the English do it.
Won't that make them unhappy? A little nostalgic maybe but they seem to enjoy that.
We have some Russian things here from when Papa and Mama went in 1874.
I shall look them out.
What did your grandmother want? She wondered if I'll have time to look in tomorrow.
That's all.
I hope your flurry of telephonic communication does not involve bad news, Mr Barrow.
My father's ill, Mr Carson.
Oh, I am sorry.
Will you need time off? Well, I ought to leave in the morning.
Really? If you want me to see him alive.
Oh, my heaven.
Of course I do.
Of course you must go.
I'm sorry to hear it.
I remember your father very well.
Don't pretend.
You couldn't care less.
I've known your family for a good long time.
I may not want to be your spy but nothing changes that.
If you say so.
Your dad was always kind to me.
Was he? Because he was never very kind to me.
You're quiet.
Am I? I don't mean to be.
I was thinking we might get out for a night when we're due time off.
Somewhere peaceful.
Away from here.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like to go to a place where no-one knows us? And just start again.
Why do you say that? I'm being stupid.
That's why.
I hear you're getting on well with your mathematics, Daisy.
An extra feather in your cap.
Yes, it is.
But now I wonder You wonder what? Well, should I stop there? That's enough, Daisy.
Come and carry the spotted dick.
Good night, Baxter.
M'Lady, I hope you don't mind but I would like to know whether I'm staying or going.
You're right.
I have made you wait an unreasonable time.
I just feel I need to plan if you've come to a decision.
I have.
I think I have.
Tomorrow I want you tell me the missing element of your story.
If you do, I'll give you a decision.
Is everything planned for the trip? It is.
I'm looking forward to it.
Really? I'm afraid I find those journeys a slog these days.
Do you ever think of the War? What do you mean? How it was.
When the girls were working with the officers and I was running everything with Barrow.
I don't remember Mary doing much.
Sometimes I find myself thinking how busy we were.
How useful.
You can't wish those days back again.
Well .
.
I wouldn't admit it outside this room.
What was that business about building houses at Pip's Corner? Nothing to trouble you with.
So you had fun? Don't ask me to elaborate.
Have you set the date? For the wedding, M'Lady.
No.
He's not trying to get out of it? No.
But there's no hurry.
We don't have to rush into it.
By the way, would you do me the greatest possible favour? I will if I can.
Would you hide this in the cottage? You mean the thing.
Well, I can't leave it here.
Suppose Mrs Hughes found it.
Or Edith.
Or Mama.
Please take it.
And the book.
There must be a corner cupboard in the cottage where no-one goes.
Very well, M'Lady.
Thank you.
But I do feel I'm aiding and abetting a sin.
I just hope I won't be made to pay.
I gather the local bobby was here today.
Carson said a witness had turned up who'd seen that man die.
But wasn't it a crowded pavement? Surely there were hundreds of them.
This one says she heard Mr Green talking just before he fell.
Sergeant Willis was asking if he'd quarrelled with anyone when he was at Downton.
Why? Mr Green had told the people he worked with that he'd been treated badly while he was here.
HE was treated badly?! I know.
But .
.
we have to be on our guard.
I mean, I'm sure Mr Bates never knew it was him but if they find out what Mr Green did, then There can't be any evidence against Bates.
They'd have found it by now.
What are you doing? Nothing.
Is this some mysterious present for me? No, it's something of Lady Mary's.
What is it? That's private.
For her.
Then why has she given it to you? She wants me to keep it.
Why are you putting me off? I'm not doing any such thing.
Add the name of a coward to our memorial? Are you quite well? Mr Carson, surely by now we know enough about shellshock to be more understanding than we were at the start of the War.
Look, I don't mean to sound cruel but the lad was troubled and off his head for all we know.
I'm sorry for him.
I'm sorry for his family and for Mrs Patmore.
Well, then.
But is it fair to the millions of men who stood by their posts up to their waists in mud, terrified out of their wits yet determined to do their best for King and country? What do you mean? Is it fair to say to them, "Your sacrifice weighs just the same as the man who abandoned his duty and ran for it"? I I'm sorry, Mrs Hughes, but I don't think it's right to make so little of the gift those young men gave us when they died.
I see.
I hoped I'd catch you before we go.
Oh, yes? She's given me an ultimatum.
What's she said? I must either tell her the rest of my story or leave.
And if you do tell her, does that mean you can stay? She wouldn't commit herself.
So what will you do? I don't know.
There is a story, and maybe she has a right to hear it.
But once it's told, I want it back in the ground and buried.
Then make that your condition.
What? She's made conditions so can you.
The worst that can happen is that she refuses and you go.
Which will happen anyway if you say nothing.
Oh.
You don't think he'll relent? I'm afraid not.
I just wanted to be sure you knew there'll only be four for dinner.
She's told you, then.
I have.
They'd never have allowed it.
Is that so? But I don't want you to think I'm unsympathetic.
Yes, well Sympathy butters no parsnips.
I'd better get on.
What's the matter with her? She's had bad news.
Oh, by the way, Mr Carson Yes, Daisy.
.
.
you wouldn't mind if I were to sit an examination, would you? Not now.
But when I'm ready.
That's a question for Mrs Patmore or Mrs Hughes.
But you don't object? Well, since you ask, I'm not convinced any of this extra work is necessary for your place in the scheme of things.
Mr Carson, Sergeant Willis is here.
Hm.
My advice Daisy is to go as far in life as God and luck allow.
Are you sure about this? I'm never convinced surprises are all they're cracked up to be.
Don't be silly.
I'll give her a treat.
I thought we might go dancing.
I hear the new band at Claridge's is marvellous.
Does Aunt Rosamund know you're coming? I'll tell her when I arrive.
They were just going to have supper together and go to bed.
Bates.
Mr Carson said you were looking for me, M'Lord.
My meeting's been cancelled.
I've decided to run up to London.
Would you make up a bag for me? Black tie not white.
Would you like me to come with you? No need.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Mr Bates? Well, that's it.
He didn't like Mr Bates.
Not at all.
And we know now that he said so to Lord Gillingham's butler.
Well, I don't remember that.
He mentioned Mr Bates by name? He called him 'the valet' and there isn't another, is there? Not now.
You do surprise me.
Mr Bates keeps himself to himself.
You won't mind if I talk to him? Not at all.
Be my guest.
You can take a seat and I'll send for him.
Thank you, Spratt.
I trust you enjoyed your stay in Liverpool, M'Lady? You found it extremely interesting, didn't you, dear? Yes, I did.
I think we'll have some tea.
Thank you, Spratt.
Very good, Your Ladyship.
Obviously, it's very shocking to someone of your generation.
Don't let us hide behind the changing times, my dear.
This is shocking to most people in Can we be confident that there will be no unwanted epilogue? You can be quite sure.
Well, I must say that makes a nice A nice what? A nice kettle of fish.
Is there any chance of a proposal? Every chance.
He already has.
He wants to set the date.
Oh.
Oh, I see.
Well, I'm not saying I approve because I don't.
But it does put things in rather a different light.
Yes.
When will you announce it? I'm not sure.
We haven't decided.
Then you'd better get on with it.
If I was seduced by a man, I would not let any grass grow under his feet if he'd offered to do the decent thing.
I wasn't seduced, Granny.
A young woman of good family who finds herself in the bed of a man who is not her husband has invariably been seduced.
She couldn't have gone to bed with him of her own free will? NOT if she was the daughter of an Earl.
Oh, there you are, Spratt.
Lady Mary's been telling me all about her conference.
I hope you found it interesting, M'Lady.
I learned a great deal that I never knew before.
Thank you, Spratt.
You've had the journey to think about, Baxter, and I accept your condition.
We have time.
I don't have to be anywhere till later.
At the house in Ovington Square, there was a footman.
His name was Coyle.
Peter Coyle.
He was very handsome and after a while, I could do nothing but by his permission.
He was a cruel man although I couldn't see it then.
At least .
.
I could see it, really.
He was nasty.
And he made me nasty.
And I embraced it.
Tell me about the robbery.
He handed in his notice and on his last night, I took the jewels.
He wanted them all but I only took some.
And you gave them to him and he left.
He said where to meet him the next day and I thought he'd be there.
But he never came.
I never saw him after.
He got clean away.
And you took the blame but why? I was ashamed.
I'd let him change me.
I'd abandoned everything I believed to please a worthless man.
Surely if you told the police now No, M'Lady.
I won't bring it back to life.
Leave him be.
As it is, he'll never know a day's happiness for there is nothing good in him.
So what might you have done in York that would place you there? Now, let me think.
I posted a letter to an old army pal.
Would he still have it? That I couldn't tell you.
Anything else? I made enquiries at a shoe shop.
Do you recall which one? Browns.
In Queen Street.
They were opening up.
Then I had a cup of coffee at the Royal York.
I went back there for a drink later on before I caught the train home.
In the middle of the day? I walked around.
I had a sandwich at lunchtime in some pub or other.
Let me think.
Don't worry.
I've got enough.
Thank you for your time.
No need to frown, Mrs Bates.
Just routine.
But why would Mr Green say such things about Mr Bates? Who knows? Anyway, everything seems to be in order.
Good day to you.
I don't know why Mr Green would want to make trouble for you.
Well, I never liked him so I suppose he never liked me.
Yes, but to invent a quarrel then tell the world about it.
It's as if he were expecting me to make trouble first and so he was covering himself in case I did.
It does seem like that, doesn't it? I have to get a mark out of His Lordship's tails.
Go.
Of course.
You go.
Every figure shows a different kind of reverence.
Some eager, some contemplative.
Some amazed.
Even the magpie seems to have been struck dumb.
You're very sharp.
Umbria was full of magpies so della Francesca chose a bird known for its chatter and made it silent in wonder.
How beautiful it is.
I think your picture may be a study for this angel.
There are elements common to both.
It was painted at the end of his life.
I envy him.
To be able to create something like this when death was closing in.
I'd love to think I could still do something that people talk about more than four centuries later.
You don't sound confident.
I doubt they'll remember anything I've done by the time my body's cold.
I'm sure that's not true.
You're not but I like you for saying it.
Come and look at this one.
I'm afraid I'm taking up far too much of your time.
Not true.
I'm enjoying myself.
M'Lady.
M'Lady?! Are you there? M'Lady? Wait here.
Wait here.
I didn't know where you were.
Oh, you're back.
She's been no trouble at all.
She should have gone when Tim got home, M'Lady.
I was enjoying myself.
That's very kind, I'm sure.
Hey.
Hello.
Well, I suppose I should be off.
Unless you'd like me to stay while you settle Billy.
That's generous, M'Lady but there's no need.
Good.
Right.
I'll be off then.
Can I look in tomorrow? You must be so busy.
Why don't I come and then you can turn me out if you like.
Goodbye, darling.
Bye.
Bye.
Honestly, Tim! She'll hear you.
Let her get away.
I can't manage it much longer.
I'm sorry if she's lonely and wants a child but she can't have ours.
You're not being reasonable.
Just now, I thought she'd taken her.
I did, truly.
I wish we'd never started it.
Think what she could do for the girl if she's a mind to.
In 10 years or 15.
Are we all to live together in a threesome until then? Is that what you want? Me? I thought she was soft on you but it's the other way round.
You're the one who's soft.
Soft in the head! She keeps being engaged.
I wonder if there's a fault on the line? I'll send a telegram.
I don't know.
I probably should go back.
I'm in quite the wrong clothes for dinner.
Please.
You said yourself she wouldn't mind.
As for your clothes, you'll be the best-looking woman in the Ritz dining room whatever you're wearing.
Oh, golly.
That's cheered me up.
I mean it.
I so want to hear what you have to say about it.
I can't think why.
I don't know anything.
Nonsense.
You have an instinct for the key elements of every picture.
They speak to you.
I envy that.
Well, I probably shouldn't but I guess I will.
I won't stay out late, though.
Don't worry.
You'll be home and safe as the clock strikes 12.
A lot sooner than that, please.
But surely if Bates convinced Willis he was in York that day I only said it may not be over.
Why not? The sergeant's a nice man but he's not the brightest button in the box.
According to Mr Carson, Mr Bates told the Sergeant he visited a shoe shop as it was opening.
The shoe shop is in Queen Street, Oh.
He also had a cup of coffee at the Royal York which operates as a station hotel.
You mean he still had time to get to London and back? Do you think Carson registered any of this? I doubt it.
And he wouldn't give Mr Bates away if he did.
But there's a danger that Sergeant Willis or someone he talks to may put two and two together.
They'd still have to prove it.
Yes, they would still need proof.
Let's keep a hold of that.
I had such a nice evening.
Me too.
I love London.
Sometimes I forget how much but I do.
I remember when I first arrived.
You don't want to hear about all that.
But I do.
London scared me at first.
I'd only been in a school room a few months before.
But my mother was eager.
Why especially? We weren't really in the first rank in Cincinnati.
Still less when we moved to New York.
My father was Jewish and the money was new.
But there was a lot of it and I was pretty.
I suppose I can say that now I'm an old lady.
She thought you'd make a better match over the Atlantic.
And suddenly, here I was in these vast ballrooms.
And all the other girls seemed to know what to do and what to wear.
And how to flirt.
I bet you were more beautiful than all of them.
More original.
More real.
I certainly got a lot of names on my dance card.
Listen to me bragging.
Please forgive me.
I never talk about myself.
Why did I say all that? Because I'm interested.
Well, it's time for me to stop.
We're nearly there.
Can't we pretend we're not? And walk round the square again? The truth is, I am quite light-headed.
Going out for a night on the town.
Seems more my daughters' territory than my own.
You can't know what a good time I had.
Please may we do it again.
I doubt it.
But I hear the offer as a compliment.
Rosamund.
I hope you got my cable.
But I've had such a Such a what? .
.
nice time.
Robert! I didn't know you were coming up to London.
You never gave me a clue! It was meant to be a surprise.
I got a table at Claridge's so we could make a night of it.
I am sorry.
Shall we telephone? Don't worry.
I cancelled everything when we got Mr Bricker's telegram.
Where's Rosamund? Upstairs.
She gave me your dinner and went to bed.
I'm dreadfully sorry.
So you said.
Wait a minute.
I don't see I've done anything to make you angry.
No? I travel to London in order to give my wife a treat only to find she's out dining with another man.
Mr Bricker wanted to discuss the paintings.
Rosamund said she needed an early night.
Why was it so wrong to accept his invitation? Bricker was interested in discussing the pictures with you? Yes.
Is that so difficult to believe? That an art expert would find your observations on the work of Piero della Francesca impossible to resist? Yes.
It IS hard to believe.
I'm going to bed.
Cora.
It's quite all right.
You've said what you think and you've every right to do so.
Tell me, does Edith seem very distracted to you? I'm not sure I'd notice.
Well, she does to me.
As if she were always thinking about something else.
I might say the same of you.
It can be hard to know what to do for the best.
You don't want to hurt people but you may have to.
I know what you mean.
Sorry.
That just slipped out.
Are you talking about Tony? Maybe.
I don't know.
I'm not sure.
I was beginning to think you'd settled on him.
I had.
I think.
But now, I seem to have unsettled.
Goodness! I haven't said it out loud before.
So, what's he done wrong? Nothing.
We'd never spent much time together until recently.
And when we did, I began to wonder how much we really had in common.
How recent was this time you spent together? VERY recent.
Are we talking about your so-called sketching trip? Because I never believed in that for a moment.
The point is, I wasn't seeing him clearly but now I do He's a nice man.
A very nice man.
But not I mean, of course, we talked about things.
But I think my judgement was rather clouded by By what Miss Elinor Glyn likes to write about in her novels.
Maybe.
But I seem to have got over that now.
Well, I won't ask how.
Please don't.
Well, I'll back you up if you support me.
Are we talking about Miss Bunting or your move to America? I'm not sure.
Either or both.
Well, you're asking a lot.
I'm not very keen on Miss Bunting and I can't bear the thought of your leaving.
Well, if you love me, you'll support me.
Then I suppose I'll have to.
I was wondering about Rose's Russian tea.
Shall we go together? Well, when is it? This afternoon.
Oh, good heavens.
I'd forgotten all about it.
Well, I'm not sure I'll have the energy.
You must come.
You've been to Russia.
None of us have.
Did you get to know any when you were there? Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
Did you keep up with them? Oh, I'm afraid not.
An unlucky friend is tiresome enough.
An unlucky acquaintance is intolerable.
You're all heart! We're back.
Phew.
I was terrified you were going to miss it.
No, not likely.
By the way, before I left, I asked Pattinson to look out the Russian things from my father's visit.
Did it happen? Oh, it did.
And they'll be so thrilled.
If we're going to do it, we might as well do it properly.
Don't you agree, Mrs Patmore? Yes, M'Lord.
What's the matter with her? Nothing for you to worry about.
I'm not but what is it? Something beneath your Lordship's notice.
She'll get over it.
There's not nearly enough lemon.
Well, shall I go down and tell them? No, I'll do it.
Tony, I don't believe it.
What's going on? Don't ask.
Rose wanted to invite Russians for tea.
And it's turned into a Jubilee celebration.
How was London? How is it always? Large and noisy.
Lady Grantham.
Isobel.
Well, I wanted to see you.
You've spent a day in a car for that.
Yes.
I didn't want to nag you over the telephone when if I drove up we could make our plans together.
Good afternoon, my dear.
Granny.
Now, Granny, there's something I'd love to show you.
Hello, Lord Gillingham.
It's very nice of you to come for this.
I came to see Mary, really.
Of course you did.
And so you should.
You were always very kind to me.
Mrs Crawley.
Thank you.
I don't think I am.
Yes, you are.
I appreciate it.
I'm sorry to add to your labours.
Don't worry, M'Lady.
I'll have them sliced in no time.
Daisy, are you ready? Daisy's busy I'm afraid.
I've got too much on.
Why? What's happening? There's a big tea for the Russian refugees.
Your displaced Tsarist aristos.
You could always stay if you like.
Lots to eat.
I hope his arrival means you intend to make it public.
Darling, granny, you know how much I value your advice Which means you intend to ignore it.
I won't be hurried into anything.
Not by you or him.
But if you weren't certain, why on earth did you go to bed with him? Well, in my day a lady was incapable of feeling physical attraction until she had been instructed to do so by her mama.
I don't believe that.
Seriously, my dear, you have to take control of your feelings .
.
before they take control of you.
Baxter M'Lady I thought a lot about what you told me yesterday.
And I still think you should report Mr Coyle.
I won't, M'Lady.
And if that makes a difference It won't.
You may stay.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Have you seen what we've dug out for the Ruskies? Well, I say, 'we', it was Pattinson who did it.
Does it matter? You place no value on my opinions.
Cora, I was cross.
I had travelled the length of England to spend the evening with you and you had gone out.
Aren't I allowed to be cross? Cross but not unjust.
Would you excuse me? I think they're here.
M'Lady.
Mr Drewe is at the back door downstairs.
He's asking for you.
Should I ask him to come up? No, I'll go down.
They told me you were here.
I didn't know you were entertaining.
It doesn't matter.
What is it? Tell me there's nothing wrong.
Please.
There's nothing wrong with Marigold.
Thank God.
No.
What's wrong is Margie.
I know I've annoyed her.
I'm afraid you must stay away, M'Lady.
That's all.
Not forever.
But for now, you must stay away.
M'Lady.
You have Russian connections, Miss Bunting? No.
I'm here under false pretences.
Nonsense.
You're welcome.
What is THAT woman doing here? Rose found her in the kitchen and asked her to join us.
Why? Don't be silly.
She had to.
Why do you let her irritate you so? How dare you say such things to me?! I don't think she meant any She curses the name of our Holy Father.
The Tsar.
I said he was misguided in his policies.
No.
No.
I can't listen to this! Lady Rose, would you please arrange for us to return to York immediately.
Oh, but before you go, won't you come and see the mementoes of the wedding of Tsar Alexander II's daughter? Lord Grantham had them put out especially for you to see.
You have Romanov's relics here? My parents went to St Petersburg in When Queen Victoria's son, Prince Alfred, married the Grand Duchess Maria.
Grand Duchess Maria.
Those words They already make me weep.
Oh, dear.
Oh, we can't have that.
Thank you.
Now do you see why she irritates me? Tom, keep her under control.
She only wants I feel rather guilty.
I thought they'd enjoy the things we found.
Oh, dear, no.
They ARE enjoying them.
What were you doing in Russia? Lord Grantham was in the household of Prince Alfred.
And we went to St Petersburg for their wedding.
I suppose it was very splendid.
Oh, you've no idea.
Receptions and balls.
Glittering parades.
Rides in a horse-drawn sleigh.
Flying across the snow at midnight.
Excuse me.
Make way.
Make way.
Oh.
Oh, how funny.
I wondered what had happened to that fan.
That wasn't given to your father.
It was given to me.
Who by? The Tsar? No.
No.
Not by the Tsar.
No.
No, we were at a ball.
In the Winter Palace.
And it was so Oh, it was so hot.
There were icicles hanging outside the window.
But the rooms were as hot as the tropics.
I was wearing pale blue velvet.
Trimmed with silver lace.
And when I gave you this fan you hid it in your reticule in case Lord Grantham should be angry.
Good heavens.
I hope you can forgive me.
When I knew the others are coming, I could not resist the temptation.
This is amazing.
You know each other.
You met in St Petersburg? We did.
Allow me to present my son, Lord Grantham.
Prince Kuragin.
I am flattered to be remembered.
How is the princess? Well, I hope.
I don't know.
Why don't we go back to the hall and have some more tea? Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Granny has a past.
Thank heavens Papa and Aunt Rosamund were already born or we could spin all sorts of fairy tales.
How's it going? There seems to be a good deal of emotion being vented among the guests in the library but then they are foreigners.
Right.
Now, I must get on.
Stop giving me such knowing looks.
I met the prince when I was travelling with your grandfather.
Nothing could be more respectable.
Whatever you say.
Away with your impertinent conclusions! My only conclusion is this - I know you understand my predicament far better than you let on.
Have you made plans to see your admirer again? Drive on.
I'm studying the Glorious Revolution of 1688.
They'll be a glorious revolution here if you don't watch! I do hope this won't be something you'll regret.
I won't.
You only say that to sound clever.
I know.
You should try it.
Good heavens.
There's Charles Blake.
I think you know Lady Mary Crawley.
Miss Lane Fox.
We don't know each other exactly.
We know OF each other.
It hasn't taken me long to get used to sharing a bed again.
Who is it? Breakfast, madam.
One moment.
Ah.
Thank you so much.
I can manage.
Have you ordered something for yourself? You can't have mine.
It'll be here any second.
You've worked up a good appetite.
I can't bear vulgar jokes.
I'll make note of that.
I've made note of everything.
How you look in the morning.
How you dress.
How you put on your make-up.
Why particularly? Because I want to acclimate myself with the routines and rituals that will govern the rest of my life.
Are you governed by ritual and routine? I don't think I am.
Do you really have to leave today? I'm afraid so.
Surely there are delights in Liverpool we have yet to share.
We've driven round Cheshire and dined in public for almost a week.
By some miracle, we have managed to get away with it.
Let's not push our luck.
Does it matter if we get found out? We're gonna be down the aisle before you can say, "Jack Robinson.
" No.
And yes, it does matter.
I've been tarnished once and I won't be tarnished again.
Nothing is going to happen that isn't properly announced organised and executed.
Isn't that your breakfast? Miss Bunting says I've quite a gift for it now I've got started.
I left school when I were 11.
What were I supposed to learn by then? If I were at school now, I'd be there at least till I were 14.
What's the matter? Sorry, love.
What were you saying? Nothing.
Before he left, Mr Bricker said he wants to show us the della Francescas in the National Gallery when we're next in London.
You go.
Actually, I wouldn't mind knowing if ours is any good.
We don't often see you for breakfast.
We've got a meeting to organise the church flowers.
The rota seems to have gone wrong.
Is Mary back today? Supposed to be.
Good.
We've been sent a proposition from a man in Leeds.
What's that? Let's wait till Mary gets home then we can talk about it.
Do you have any plans? I may walk down to Yew Tree Farm.
I'll give you a lift if you like.
Has Rose left? I think so.
She planned to get an early train to York.
She wanted to spend the day with her Russians which is nice.
Are you ready to go? Edith is getting so fond of that little girl.
I only hope she isn't driving the mother mad.
Mr Carson, please may I make a telephone call? Don't make it a habit.
I'm sorry to ask but I wonder if I might be alone.
If you wish.
Hello.
I've read your advertisement in the London Magazine.
Choose Your Own Path.
This is me.
We'll talk soon.
We're settled now.
We just have to get organised.
Oh, what is the latest from your ageing Romeo? If it's of interest, I haven't heard anything from him since you and I last met.
Oh, how disappointing.
To you, perhaps.
Not especially to me.
By the way, how is Spratt? He's well, I think.
Why do you ask? He wasn't there to open the door.
I wondered if he might be ill.
Oh, no.
He's not ill.
He's in Liverpool.
His niece got married yesterday and Spratt had to take her down the aisle.
Oh.
It seems unlikely to think of Spratt with a private life.
Hm.
Yes.
Unlikely and extremely inconvenient.
But you can't begrudge him that.
Servants are human beings too.
Yes.
But preferably only on their days off.
So they want to take this witness business further? I'm afraid so.
It's a young woman, apparently.
She was on her way to meet a friend by the Statue of Eros in Piccadilly.
Now, she swears she heard Green speak as she walked by.
There was clatter from traffic but she heard him say, "Why have you come?" Who was he talking to? She couldn't see.
She was quite short and behind his back.
She looked up when he spoke but it was only to see him fall into the road.
She kept quiet.
Well, it was in the paper and they said it was an accident.
But that phrase haunted her.
"Why have you come?" Till she felt she had to report it.
I still don't see what brings you here.
Green complained of a quarrel while he was staying at Downton.
He felt badly treated, was angry about it and he told Lord Gillingham's other servants.
Why didn't they report it? Because everyone thought his death was an accident.
Until now.
I'm sorry but as I remember, he was in high spirits while he was here.
Rather too high, if you get my meaning.
He had the maids and footmen playing Racing Demon and screaming the house down.
So you had no reason to believe he fell out with anyone? None at all.
He was rather a bumptious type but if anyone objected to that, it was me.
Isobel was asking about your travels.
She's coming for dinner this evening so you can tell her yourself.
Another cup of tea, M'Lord? Thank you, no.
You can show her your sketches.
Where are they anyway? Can't we see them? Now that you're back, a building company has been in touch.
They want to put up 50 houses.
50? Modest ones.
He's got his eye on Pip's Corner.
He wants to widen the lane to the green to access the village centre.
They want to buy Pip's Corner? They want to build on Pip's Corner.
We take a percentage of sales.
It's a good offer.
I won't have 50 ugly modern houses built over a field of mine.
Well, we don't have to make a decision now.
Hello, darling.
Hello, Sybbie.
Now, let's go and sit by the fire.
We want to hear all about your The police must have muddled Downton with some other place.
I expect so.
You don't remember any bad feeling involving Mr Green, do you? No.
Well, better get moving.
They'll be down in a minute.
Oh, Mr Carson.
There's a telephone call for Mr Barrow.
Go and find him, Mr Molesley, seeing as you're the First Footman now.
Are you free for a moment? I've not got long.
No, well, it won't take long.
I've had a letter from my sister.
The mother of my nephew Archie.
He was shot, wasn't he, poor boy.
Yes.
He was shot.
For cowardice.
His parents live in Farsley near Leeds.
Now, the Farsley people are putting up their own memorial like we are.
That's nice.
Well, it is and it isn't.
You see, the locals only know that Archie died in the War.
They'll expect to see his name among the rest.
Yes.
But the committee won't put him on the list.
He's He's not worthy.
Apparently.
So says the War Office.
I am sorry.
That must be terribly upsetting for her.
Well, it brings it back for us, you see.
It brings it back and makes his death nothing at all.
I wish I could do something.
Well, I did just wonder I mean, if she were able to say he'd been included in our memorial, because of a family connection, no-one would wonder why he was missing from the one in Farsley.
Have you spoken to Mr Carson? No.
I was hoping you might do that.
Me? Well, everyone knows you can twist him around your little finger.
Then, EVERYONE is wrong.
Well, will you have a go, please? We're about to start the Hollandaise.
So we've got time if it curdles.
Right.
I'm coming.
Please.
I hope you're not too tired after your exertions.
Ooh, M'Lady.
I'm not tired exactly.
Oh, good.
I'm glad if the wedding was a success.
Oh.
The wedding was a success.
Yes.
Spratt, I have told you before, I do not appreciate a man of mystery.
If you have something to say, say it.
I would, Your Ladyship, but it may not be quite right for me to tell.
Well, if that is the case then do NOT say it.
Do you have some other business? Only that it may not be mine to tell, but it is, in a way, yours.
You're testing me, Spratt.
And I warn you, being tested does not bring out the best in me.
No, Your Ladyship.
I will not repeat myself.
Either impart this piece of information, if you can empower yourself to do so, or go.
Very well.
I hope Lady Mary enjoyed her time in Liverpool.
What? I was standing outside the Grand Hotel this morning, M'Lady, when I saw her come out with her suitcases.
She was accompanied by Lord Gillingham who had clearly also been staying in the hotel.
Well, yes.
They were both staying there.
They were attending an informal conference of northern landowners.
Lord Gillingham thought Lady Mary might derive benefit from it.
So you knew about it? Of course I did.
Why? What do you imagine you were witnessing? Well Nothing vulgar, I hope! Nothing beneath the dignity of a butler of this house.
Oh.
Nothing of that sort, M'Lady.
I'm glad to hear it.
Now, if you'll be good enough to let me drink my brandy in peace.
You don't think Mr Bates ever knew it was Mr Green, do you? What are you asking me for? I don't know anything you don't know.
Anyway, Mr Carson wasn't impressed by the sound of the witness.
But they could make out he was in London that day, couldn't they? He left at dawn.
He was back late.
They'll say he could have managed it.
Even if Mr Bates was in London, we have no reason to suppose he had anything to do with it.
What do you mean, 'even if he was'? Do you think he was? I don't know if he was there or not.
Why would I if you don't? They'll find out.
About Mr Green.
They'll find out what he did.
How? There's no-one in this house knows, except you, me and Lady Mary.
And she won't give it away.
No, I don't think she will.
There you are, then.
But they'll find out somehow.
Of course you must bring them.
If you want to.
They do so love an excursion.
It'll be fun.
I'll come and help.
What are you going to do in London? I have a fitting with Monsieur Molyneux.
He's over from Paris.
The Dowager Lady Grantham is on the telephone for you, M'Lady.
Thank you.
Will you stay at Rosamund's? If she'll have me.
Robert, any chance you could come to? I'm afraid I can't.
I've a dreary meeting all afternoon.
What about you, Edith? I'm taking Mr Bricker up on his offer to show me the National Gallery.
I'm watching little Marigold.
Mrs Drewe is taking the youngest boy to the dentist.
Can't someone else step in? I said I'd do it.
Rose.
We're taking my Russians to Howarth where the Brontes lived.
What will they make of the Brontes? Good things surely.
Hopeless lovers wandering over a desolate moor.
If it wasn't Emily Bronte, it could be Tolstoy or Gogol.
That's why I want to bring them to Downton.
They can compare the old Chekhovian vie de chateau with the way the English do it.
Won't that make them unhappy? A little nostalgic maybe but they seem to enjoy that.
We have some Russian things here from when Papa and Mama went in 1874.
I shall look them out.
What did your grandmother want? She wondered if I'll have time to look in tomorrow.
That's all.
I hope your flurry of telephonic communication does not involve bad news, Mr Barrow.
My father's ill, Mr Carson.
Oh, I am sorry.
Will you need time off? Well, I ought to leave in the morning.
Really? If you want me to see him alive.
Oh, my heaven.
Of course I do.
Of course you must go.
I'm sorry to hear it.
I remember your father very well.
Don't pretend.
You couldn't care less.
I've known your family for a good long time.
I may not want to be your spy but nothing changes that.
If you say so.
Your dad was always kind to me.
Was he? Because he was never very kind to me.
You're quiet.
Am I? I don't mean to be.
I was thinking we might get out for a night when we're due time off.
Somewhere peaceful.
Away from here.
Do you ever wonder what it would be like to go to a place where no-one knows us? And just start again.
Why do you say that? I'm being stupid.
That's why.
I hear you're getting on well with your mathematics, Daisy.
An extra feather in your cap.
Yes, it is.
But now I wonder You wonder what? Well, should I stop there? That's enough, Daisy.
Come and carry the spotted dick.
Good night, Baxter.
M'Lady, I hope you don't mind but I would like to know whether I'm staying or going.
You're right.
I have made you wait an unreasonable time.
I just feel I need to plan if you've come to a decision.
I have.
I think I have.
Tomorrow I want you tell me the missing element of your story.
If you do, I'll give you a decision.
Is everything planned for the trip? It is.
I'm looking forward to it.
Really? I'm afraid I find those journeys a slog these days.
Do you ever think of the War? What do you mean? How it was.
When the girls were working with the officers and I was running everything with Barrow.
I don't remember Mary doing much.
Sometimes I find myself thinking how busy we were.
How useful.
You can't wish those days back again.
Well .
.
I wouldn't admit it outside this room.
What was that business about building houses at Pip's Corner? Nothing to trouble you with.
So you had fun? Don't ask me to elaborate.
Have you set the date? For the wedding, M'Lady.
No.
He's not trying to get out of it? No.
But there's no hurry.
We don't have to rush into it.
By the way, would you do me the greatest possible favour? I will if I can.
Would you hide this in the cottage? You mean the thing.
Well, I can't leave it here.
Suppose Mrs Hughes found it.
Or Edith.
Or Mama.
Please take it.
And the book.
There must be a corner cupboard in the cottage where no-one goes.
Very well, M'Lady.
Thank you.
But I do feel I'm aiding and abetting a sin.
I just hope I won't be made to pay.
I gather the local bobby was here today.
Carson said a witness had turned up who'd seen that man die.
But wasn't it a crowded pavement? Surely there were hundreds of them.
This one says she heard Mr Green talking just before he fell.
Sergeant Willis was asking if he'd quarrelled with anyone when he was at Downton.
Why? Mr Green had told the people he worked with that he'd been treated badly while he was here.
HE was treated badly?! I know.
But .
.
we have to be on our guard.
I mean, I'm sure Mr Bates never knew it was him but if they find out what Mr Green did, then There can't be any evidence against Bates.
They'd have found it by now.
What are you doing? Nothing.
Is this some mysterious present for me? No, it's something of Lady Mary's.
What is it? That's private.
For her.
Then why has she given it to you? She wants me to keep it.
Why are you putting me off? I'm not doing any such thing.
Add the name of a coward to our memorial? Are you quite well? Mr Carson, surely by now we know enough about shellshock to be more understanding than we were at the start of the War.
Look, I don't mean to sound cruel but the lad was troubled and off his head for all we know.
I'm sorry for him.
I'm sorry for his family and for Mrs Patmore.
Well, then.
But is it fair to the millions of men who stood by their posts up to their waists in mud, terrified out of their wits yet determined to do their best for King and country? What do you mean? Is it fair to say to them, "Your sacrifice weighs just the same as the man who abandoned his duty and ran for it"? I I'm sorry, Mrs Hughes, but I don't think it's right to make so little of the gift those young men gave us when they died.
I see.
I hoped I'd catch you before we go.
Oh, yes? She's given me an ultimatum.
What's she said? I must either tell her the rest of my story or leave.
And if you do tell her, does that mean you can stay? She wouldn't commit herself.
So what will you do? I don't know.
There is a story, and maybe she has a right to hear it.
But once it's told, I want it back in the ground and buried.
Then make that your condition.
What? She's made conditions so can you.
The worst that can happen is that she refuses and you go.
Which will happen anyway if you say nothing.
Oh.
You don't think he'll relent? I'm afraid not.
I just wanted to be sure you knew there'll only be four for dinner.
She's told you, then.
I have.
They'd never have allowed it.
Is that so? But I don't want you to think I'm unsympathetic.
Yes, well Sympathy butters no parsnips.
I'd better get on.
What's the matter with her? She's had bad news.
Oh, by the way, Mr Carson Yes, Daisy.
.
.
you wouldn't mind if I were to sit an examination, would you? Not now.
But when I'm ready.
That's a question for Mrs Patmore or Mrs Hughes.
But you don't object? Well, since you ask, I'm not convinced any of this extra work is necessary for your place in the scheme of things.
Mr Carson, Sergeant Willis is here.
Hm.
My advice Daisy is to go as far in life as God and luck allow.
Are you sure about this? I'm never convinced surprises are all they're cracked up to be.
Don't be silly.
I'll give her a treat.
I thought we might go dancing.
I hear the new band at Claridge's is marvellous.
Does Aunt Rosamund know you're coming? I'll tell her when I arrive.
They were just going to have supper together and go to bed.
Bates.
Mr Carson said you were looking for me, M'Lord.
My meeting's been cancelled.
I've decided to run up to London.
Would you make up a bag for me? Black tie not white.
Would you like me to come with you? No need.
I'll be back tomorrow.
Mr Bates? Well, that's it.
He didn't like Mr Bates.
Not at all.
And we know now that he said so to Lord Gillingham's butler.
Well, I don't remember that.
He mentioned Mr Bates by name? He called him 'the valet' and there isn't another, is there? Not now.
You do surprise me.
Mr Bates keeps himself to himself.
You won't mind if I talk to him? Not at all.
Be my guest.
You can take a seat and I'll send for him.
Thank you, Spratt.
I trust you enjoyed your stay in Liverpool, M'Lady? You found it extremely interesting, didn't you, dear? Yes, I did.
I think we'll have some tea.
Thank you, Spratt.
Very good, Your Ladyship.
Obviously, it's very shocking to someone of your generation.
Don't let us hide behind the changing times, my dear.
This is shocking to most people in Can we be confident that there will be no unwanted epilogue? You can be quite sure.
Well, I must say that makes a nice A nice what? A nice kettle of fish.
Is there any chance of a proposal? Every chance.
He already has.
He wants to set the date.
Oh.
Oh, I see.
Well, I'm not saying I approve because I don't.
But it does put things in rather a different light.
Yes.
When will you announce it? I'm not sure.
We haven't decided.
Then you'd better get on with it.
If I was seduced by a man, I would not let any grass grow under his feet if he'd offered to do the decent thing.
I wasn't seduced, Granny.
A young woman of good family who finds herself in the bed of a man who is not her husband has invariably been seduced.
She couldn't have gone to bed with him of her own free will? NOT if she was the daughter of an Earl.
Oh, there you are, Spratt.
Lady Mary's been telling me all about her conference.
I hope you found it interesting, M'Lady.
I learned a great deal that I never knew before.
Thank you, Spratt.
You've had the journey to think about, Baxter, and I accept your condition.
We have time.
I don't have to be anywhere till later.
At the house in Ovington Square, there was a footman.
His name was Coyle.
Peter Coyle.
He was very handsome and after a while, I could do nothing but by his permission.
He was a cruel man although I couldn't see it then.
At least .
.
I could see it, really.
He was nasty.
And he made me nasty.
And I embraced it.
Tell me about the robbery.
He handed in his notice and on his last night, I took the jewels.
He wanted them all but I only took some.
And you gave them to him and he left.
He said where to meet him the next day and I thought he'd be there.
But he never came.
I never saw him after.
He got clean away.
And you took the blame but why? I was ashamed.
I'd let him change me.
I'd abandoned everything I believed to please a worthless man.
Surely if you told the police now No, M'Lady.
I won't bring it back to life.
Leave him be.
As it is, he'll never know a day's happiness for there is nothing good in him.
So what might you have done in York that would place you there? Now, let me think.
I posted a letter to an old army pal.
Would he still have it? That I couldn't tell you.
Anything else? I made enquiries at a shoe shop.
Do you recall which one? Browns.
In Queen Street.
They were opening up.
Then I had a cup of coffee at the Royal York.
I went back there for a drink later on before I caught the train home.
In the middle of the day? I walked around.
I had a sandwich at lunchtime in some pub or other.
Let me think.
Don't worry.
I've got enough.
Thank you for your time.
No need to frown, Mrs Bates.
Just routine.
But why would Mr Green say such things about Mr Bates? Who knows? Anyway, everything seems to be in order.
Good day to you.
I don't know why Mr Green would want to make trouble for you.
Well, I never liked him so I suppose he never liked me.
Yes, but to invent a quarrel then tell the world about it.
It's as if he were expecting me to make trouble first and so he was covering himself in case I did.
It does seem like that, doesn't it? I have to get a mark out of His Lordship's tails.
Go.
Of course.
You go.
Every figure shows a different kind of reverence.
Some eager, some contemplative.
Some amazed.
Even the magpie seems to have been struck dumb.
You're very sharp.
Umbria was full of magpies so della Francesca chose a bird known for its chatter and made it silent in wonder.
How beautiful it is.
I think your picture may be a study for this angel.
There are elements common to both.
It was painted at the end of his life.
I envy him.
To be able to create something like this when death was closing in.
I'd love to think I could still do something that people talk about more than four centuries later.
You don't sound confident.
I doubt they'll remember anything I've done by the time my body's cold.
I'm sure that's not true.
You're not but I like you for saying it.
Come and look at this one.
I'm afraid I'm taking up far too much of your time.
Not true.
I'm enjoying myself.
M'Lady.
M'Lady?! Are you there? M'Lady? Wait here.
Wait here.
I didn't know where you were.
Oh, you're back.
She's been no trouble at all.
She should have gone when Tim got home, M'Lady.
I was enjoying myself.
That's very kind, I'm sure.
Hey.
Hello.
Well, I suppose I should be off.
Unless you'd like me to stay while you settle Billy.
That's generous, M'Lady but there's no need.
Good.
Right.
I'll be off then.
Can I look in tomorrow? You must be so busy.
Why don't I come and then you can turn me out if you like.
Goodbye, darling.
Bye.
Bye.
Honestly, Tim! She'll hear you.
Let her get away.
I can't manage it much longer.
I'm sorry if she's lonely and wants a child but she can't have ours.
You're not being reasonable.
Just now, I thought she'd taken her.
I did, truly.
I wish we'd never started it.
Think what she could do for the girl if she's a mind to.
In 10 years or 15.
Are we all to live together in a threesome until then? Is that what you want? Me? I thought she was soft on you but it's the other way round.
You're the one who's soft.
Soft in the head! She keeps being engaged.
I wonder if there's a fault on the line? I'll send a telegram.
I don't know.
I probably should go back.
I'm in quite the wrong clothes for dinner.
Please.
You said yourself she wouldn't mind.
As for your clothes, you'll be the best-looking woman in the Ritz dining room whatever you're wearing.
Oh, golly.
That's cheered me up.
I mean it.
I so want to hear what you have to say about it.
I can't think why.
I don't know anything.
Nonsense.
You have an instinct for the key elements of every picture.
They speak to you.
I envy that.
Well, I probably shouldn't but I guess I will.
I won't stay out late, though.
Don't worry.
You'll be home and safe as the clock strikes 12.
A lot sooner than that, please.
But surely if Bates convinced Willis he was in York that day I only said it may not be over.
Why not? The sergeant's a nice man but he's not the brightest button in the box.
According to Mr Carson, Mr Bates told the Sergeant he visited a shoe shop as it was opening.
The shoe shop is in Queen Street, Oh.
He also had a cup of coffee at the Royal York which operates as a station hotel.
You mean he still had time to get to London and back? Do you think Carson registered any of this? I doubt it.
And he wouldn't give Mr Bates away if he did.
But there's a danger that Sergeant Willis or someone he talks to may put two and two together.
They'd still have to prove it.
Yes, they would still need proof.
Let's keep a hold of that.
I had such a nice evening.
Me too.
I love London.
Sometimes I forget how much but I do.
I remember when I first arrived.
You don't want to hear about all that.
But I do.
London scared me at first.
I'd only been in a school room a few months before.
But my mother was eager.
Why especially? We weren't really in the first rank in Cincinnati.
Still less when we moved to New York.
My father was Jewish and the money was new.
But there was a lot of it and I was pretty.
I suppose I can say that now I'm an old lady.
She thought you'd make a better match over the Atlantic.
And suddenly, here I was in these vast ballrooms.
And all the other girls seemed to know what to do and what to wear.
And how to flirt.
I bet you were more beautiful than all of them.
More original.
More real.
I certainly got a lot of names on my dance card.
Listen to me bragging.
Please forgive me.
I never talk about myself.
Why did I say all that? Because I'm interested.
Well, it's time for me to stop.
We're nearly there.
Can't we pretend we're not? And walk round the square again? The truth is, I am quite light-headed.
Going out for a night on the town.
Seems more my daughters' territory than my own.
You can't know what a good time I had.
Please may we do it again.
I doubt it.
But I hear the offer as a compliment.
Rosamund.
I hope you got my cable.
But I've had such a Such a what? .
.
nice time.
Robert! I didn't know you were coming up to London.
You never gave me a clue! It was meant to be a surprise.
I got a table at Claridge's so we could make a night of it.
I am sorry.
Shall we telephone? Don't worry.
I cancelled everything when we got Mr Bricker's telegram.
Where's Rosamund? Upstairs.
She gave me your dinner and went to bed.
I'm dreadfully sorry.
So you said.
Wait a minute.
I don't see I've done anything to make you angry.
No? I travel to London in order to give my wife a treat only to find she's out dining with another man.
Mr Bricker wanted to discuss the paintings.
Rosamund said she needed an early night.
Why was it so wrong to accept his invitation? Bricker was interested in discussing the pictures with you? Yes.
Is that so difficult to believe? That an art expert would find your observations on the work of Piero della Francesca impossible to resist? Yes.
It IS hard to believe.
I'm going to bed.
Cora.
It's quite all right.
You've said what you think and you've every right to do so.
Tell me, does Edith seem very distracted to you? I'm not sure I'd notice.
Well, she does to me.
As if she were always thinking about something else.
I might say the same of you.
It can be hard to know what to do for the best.
You don't want to hurt people but you may have to.
I know what you mean.
Sorry.
That just slipped out.
Are you talking about Tony? Maybe.
I don't know.
I'm not sure.
I was beginning to think you'd settled on him.
I had.
I think.
But now, I seem to have unsettled.
Goodness! I haven't said it out loud before.
So, what's he done wrong? Nothing.
We'd never spent much time together until recently.
And when we did, I began to wonder how much we really had in common.
How recent was this time you spent together? VERY recent.
Are we talking about your so-called sketching trip? Because I never believed in that for a moment.
The point is, I wasn't seeing him clearly but now I do He's a nice man.
A very nice man.
But not I mean, of course, we talked about things.
But I think my judgement was rather clouded by By what Miss Elinor Glyn likes to write about in her novels.
Maybe.
But I seem to have got over that now.
Well, I won't ask how.
Please don't.
Well, I'll back you up if you support me.
Are we talking about Miss Bunting or your move to America? I'm not sure.
Either or both.
Well, you're asking a lot.
I'm not very keen on Miss Bunting and I can't bear the thought of your leaving.
Well, if you love me, you'll support me.
Then I suppose I'll have to.
I was wondering about Rose's Russian tea.
Shall we go together? Well, when is it? This afternoon.
Oh, good heavens.
I'd forgotten all about it.
Well, I'm not sure I'll have the energy.
You must come.
You've been to Russia.
None of us have.
Did you get to know any when you were there? Oh, yes.
Oh, yes.
Did you keep up with them? Oh, I'm afraid not.
An unlucky friend is tiresome enough.
An unlucky acquaintance is intolerable.
You're all heart! We're back.
Phew.
I was terrified you were going to miss it.
No, not likely.
By the way, before I left, I asked Pattinson to look out the Russian things from my father's visit.
Did it happen? Oh, it did.
And they'll be so thrilled.
If we're going to do it, we might as well do it properly.
Don't you agree, Mrs Patmore? Yes, M'Lord.
What's the matter with her? Nothing for you to worry about.
I'm not but what is it? Something beneath your Lordship's notice.
She'll get over it.
There's not nearly enough lemon.
Well, shall I go down and tell them? No, I'll do it.
Tony, I don't believe it.
What's going on? Don't ask.
Rose wanted to invite Russians for tea.
And it's turned into a Jubilee celebration.
How was London? How is it always? Large and noisy.
Lady Grantham.
Isobel.
Well, I wanted to see you.
You've spent a day in a car for that.
Yes.
I didn't want to nag you over the telephone when if I drove up we could make our plans together.
Good afternoon, my dear.
Granny.
Now, Granny, there's something I'd love to show you.
Hello, Lord Gillingham.
It's very nice of you to come for this.
I came to see Mary, really.
Of course you did.
And so you should.
You were always very kind to me.
Mrs Crawley.
Thank you.
I don't think I am.
Yes, you are.
I appreciate it.
I'm sorry to add to your labours.
Don't worry, M'Lady.
I'll have them sliced in no time.
Daisy, are you ready? Daisy's busy I'm afraid.
I've got too much on.
Why? What's happening? There's a big tea for the Russian refugees.
Your displaced Tsarist aristos.
You could always stay if you like.
Lots to eat.
I hope his arrival means you intend to make it public.
Darling, granny, you know how much I value your advice Which means you intend to ignore it.
I won't be hurried into anything.
Not by you or him.
But if you weren't certain, why on earth did you go to bed with him? Well, in my day a lady was incapable of feeling physical attraction until she had been instructed to do so by her mama.
I don't believe that.
Seriously, my dear, you have to take control of your feelings .
.
before they take control of you.
Baxter M'Lady I thought a lot about what you told me yesterday.
And I still think you should report Mr Coyle.
I won't, M'Lady.
And if that makes a difference It won't.
You may stay.
Thank you.
Thank you so much.
Have you seen what we've dug out for the Ruskies? Well, I say, 'we', it was Pattinson who did it.
Does it matter? You place no value on my opinions.
Cora, I was cross.
I had travelled the length of England to spend the evening with you and you had gone out.
Aren't I allowed to be cross? Cross but not unjust.
Would you excuse me? I think they're here.
M'Lady.
Mr Drewe is at the back door downstairs.
He's asking for you.
Should I ask him to come up? No, I'll go down.
They told me you were here.
I didn't know you were entertaining.
It doesn't matter.
What is it? Tell me there's nothing wrong.
Please.
There's nothing wrong with Marigold.
Thank God.
No.
What's wrong is Margie.
I know I've annoyed her.
I'm afraid you must stay away, M'Lady.
That's all.
Not forever.
But for now, you must stay away.
M'Lady.
You have Russian connections, Miss Bunting? No.
I'm here under false pretences.
Nonsense.
You're welcome.
What is THAT woman doing here? Rose found her in the kitchen and asked her to join us.
Why? Don't be silly.
She had to.
Why do you let her irritate you so? How dare you say such things to me?! I don't think she meant any She curses the name of our Holy Father.
The Tsar.
I said he was misguided in his policies.
No.
No.
I can't listen to this! Lady Rose, would you please arrange for us to return to York immediately.
Oh, but before you go, won't you come and see the mementoes of the wedding of Tsar Alexander II's daughter? Lord Grantham had them put out especially for you to see.
You have Romanov's relics here? My parents went to St Petersburg in When Queen Victoria's son, Prince Alfred, married the Grand Duchess Maria.
Grand Duchess Maria.
Those words They already make me weep.
Oh, dear.
Oh, we can't have that.
Thank you.
Now do you see why she irritates me? Tom, keep her under control.
She only wants I feel rather guilty.
I thought they'd enjoy the things we found.
Oh, dear, no.
They ARE enjoying them.
What were you doing in Russia? Lord Grantham was in the household of Prince Alfred.
And we went to St Petersburg for their wedding.
I suppose it was very splendid.
Oh, you've no idea.
Receptions and balls.
Glittering parades.
Rides in a horse-drawn sleigh.
Flying across the snow at midnight.
Excuse me.
Make way.
Make way.
Oh.
Oh, how funny.
I wondered what had happened to that fan.
That wasn't given to your father.
It was given to me.
Who by? The Tsar? No.
No.
Not by the Tsar.
No.
No, we were at a ball.
In the Winter Palace.
And it was so Oh, it was so hot.
There were icicles hanging outside the window.
But the rooms were as hot as the tropics.
I was wearing pale blue velvet.
Trimmed with silver lace.
And when I gave you this fan you hid it in your reticule in case Lord Grantham should be angry.
Good heavens.
I hope you can forgive me.
When I knew the others are coming, I could not resist the temptation.
This is amazing.
You know each other.
You met in St Petersburg? We did.
Allow me to present my son, Lord Grantham.
Prince Kuragin.
I am flattered to be remembered.
How is the princess? Well, I hope.
I don't know.
Why don't we go back to the hall and have some more tea? Yes.
Thank you.
Thank you.
Granny has a past.
Thank heavens Papa and Aunt Rosamund were already born or we could spin all sorts of fairy tales.
How's it going? There seems to be a good deal of emotion being vented among the guests in the library but then they are foreigners.
Right.
Now, I must get on.
Stop giving me such knowing looks.
I met the prince when I was travelling with your grandfather.
Nothing could be more respectable.
Whatever you say.
Away with your impertinent conclusions! My only conclusion is this - I know you understand my predicament far better than you let on.
Have you made plans to see your admirer again? Drive on.
I'm studying the Glorious Revolution of 1688.
They'll be a glorious revolution here if you don't watch! I do hope this won't be something you'll regret.
I won't.
You only say that to sound clever.
I know.
You should try it.
Good heavens.
There's Charles Blake.
I think you know Lady Mary Crawley.
Miss Lane Fox.
We don't know each other exactly.
We know OF each other.