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Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale (2025)

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Downton Abbey: The Grand Finale (2025)

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[orchestra playing

dramatic intro]

[orchestra playing jaunty tune]

[jaunty tune continues]

[car horn honking]

-MAN: Susan! Sorry.

-SUSAN: Oh.

MAN: So sorry,

have you got the turkey now?

MAN 2:

Taxi!

[car klaxon horn blaring]

[orchestra continues playing]

[bicycle bell rings]

[people speaking indistinctly]

-[bell dings]

-[man grunts]

[jaunty music slows]

WOMAN:

Oh.

-MAN: You all right?

-[woman sighs]

MAN:

Never mind.

[orchestra playing "I'll See

You Again" by Noel Coward]

[audience laughing]

LADY SHAYNE:

I'll see you again

Whenever spring

breaks through again

Time may lie heavy between

But what has been

Is past forgetting

This sweet memory

Across the years

will come to me

Though my world may go awry

In my heart will ever lie

Just the echo of a sigh

Goodbye

I will see you again

Whenever spring

breaks through again

Though my world

has gone awry

Though the years

my tears may dry

I shall love you till I die

Goodbye.

What a melody.

My God, what a melody.

[audience applauding]

[cheering]

It's the door at the end

of the corridor, sir.

-Ah.

-WOMAN: Betty?

-BETTY: What?

-Can I borrow some lippy?

BETTY:

Again? You're terrible.

-Bring it back. -You never

gave me mine back last time.

ROBERT:

Excuse me, can I...

MAN [over speakers]: Nice show

tonight, ladies and gentlemen.

-WOMAN: Mmm. -Don't forget,

it's the matinee tomorrow.

The half will be

at five to 2:00.

[laughing]

Ah.

Hello, Barrow.

You got our note?

I-I hope we're not

being a nuisance.

Not at all, my lord.

ROBERT:

Mr. Dexter.

Hello.

How about a glass of champagne?

You mustn't let us hold you up.

It's so thrilling

to be backstage.

Bitter Sweet seems to be

a big hit.

We're living in

the age of Noel Coward.

Exactly.

Although I don't suppose Noel

would put it quite like that.

NOEL:

How would I put it?

-BERTIE: Oh.

-GUY: We were just saying

how your star shines more

brightly with every new show.

-Ah. -GUY: Do you know

Lord and Lady Grantham,

Lord and Lady Hexham?

-The show was marvelous.

-Yes.

CORA: Although we're not

qualified to judge, of course.

Everyone is qualified to say

something nice, Lady Grantham.

Mr. Dexter's dresser

used to work for us,

so we thought we'd look in.

Guy made that picture

at your house, didn't he?

-I so enjoyed it.

-[Guy chuckling]

I hope you'll return one day

to the scene of your triumph.

Oh, we'd like that very much,

milady.

[Guy chuckling]

[Robert clears throat quietly]

And we better run.

We're dining at the new Ivy

on West Street.

My favorite haunt

if it weren't for the prices.

The last time I dined there,

I asked for the bill

and a p*stol.

-[laughing]

-How much was it?

Ten pounds for three of us.

Ten pounds for three people?

Well, I suppose

we don't have to go there.

Oh, yes, we do.

We must get a wiggle on

if we don't want

-to lose our table.

-Yes.

-Thank you.

-Bye-bye. -Bye.

-We loved it. -Thank you.

-Ah. Thank you.

-Milord.

-Goodbye. -Thank you.

MAN: The stage door

will be closing in 30 minutes.

They're very hearty

with each other, aren't they?

Dexter and Barrow?

They must travel a lot together.

That's right, of course.

[door closes]

How long did you work for them?

-Quite a few years.

-And were you happy?

Not as happy as I am now.

["I'll See You Again" playing]

What a lovely night.

BATES: The London season's

always good fun.

Then back we go to Downton.

[Bates chuckles]

[door opens]

-[laughing]

-ANNA: Oh, they're still up?

MRS. HUGHES:

Oh. There you are.

How was it?

It was a lovely night.

So, we walked back

along Piccadilly,

then down through

the Green Park.

Oh, we saw what they've built

to replace Devonshire House.

You mustn't do too much,

not in your condition.

I feel fine. Honestly.

It was good to be out

in the air.

It looks as if

the new Grosvenor House Hotel

is open at last.

I'm impressed.

It's sad to think

of London being stripped

of its private palaces.

MRS. HUGHES:

It had to happen, Charlie.

What with these new taxes,

no one can afford them anymore.

[doorbell ringing]

MRS. PATMORE: Well, who could

that be at this time of night?

No, no, no. I'll get it.

Oh, tell us more about

Mr. Dexter's show.

BAXTER:

There was one song which keeps

-going round in my head.

-REPORTER: Sir, do you have

-something to say about Lady

Mary? -CARSON: Certainly not.

I'll see you again...

Thank you, Miss Baxter.

Hey, don't let her put you off.

Oh, who was that?

Some fool asking impertinent

questions about the family.

I shut the door on him.

It is odd to think

tomorrow is your last day.

What will we do when you're

no longer here to protect us?

Andrew will-- I should say

Mr. Parker will

look after you instead.

How do you feel about

your imminent promotion, Andy?

ANDY:

I feel ready.

I've served my years

before the mast.

I only hope you're right.

Charlie...

-was that about Lady Mary?

-[groans]

Oh, there's bound to be

some interest.

After our little exchange,

he won't trouble us again.

Hmm.

["London Pride"

by Noel Coward playing]

Lord knows what I'd have worn

tonight if it wasn't ready.

You will be a sensation.

Did I hear that one

of the Petersfields' daughters

-is engaged?

-EDITH: Gwendolen.

They've just announced it.

Someone nice?

Lord Belsay.

Very suitable.

London Pride has been

handed down to us

London Pride is

a flower that's free

Whoa, Liza,

see the coster barrows

The vegetable marrows

and the fruit piled high

Oh, Liza,

little London sparrows

-Oh, Catherine.

-Covent Garden Market

Where the costers cry

c*ck feet mark

the beat of history

-Every street pins

a memory down -[snoring]

Nothing ever

can quite replace

The grace of London Town.

You are good to stay in London

for Uncle Harold.

Do you think he's finally made

sense of Grandmama's estate?

It seems unfair

that both Papa and Mama

should lose their mothers

in such quick succession.

-At least Papa was there

for Granny. -Hmm.

It's been much harder for Mama.

To be the grieving

and dutiful daughter

from across the ocean.

All the more reason to hope

Harold has settled things.

We've already spent

half the money.

That dress won't have helped.

-[chuckling]

-[entry bell jingling]

-Hello, Mary. Edith.

-EDITH: Mrs. Vanneck.

-How are you?

-Very well.

I saw your parents at

the new Lady Rosebery's party.

As full of energy as ever.

Yes, they're holding up.

How are Henry and Bertie?

We're all pretty good, I think.

So, Henry's home

from his travels?

Uh, yes.

-Yes, he is.

-I'm afraid we have to run,

but we'll give them

all your love.

Oh.

Thanks for that.

Happy to help.

Jump on.

[Edith laughs]

-[bell dings]

-[engine puttering]

I don't mind admitting it.

After tonight, I'll be ready

to go back to Downton.

The London season's endless.

I'm worn out.

You enjoy the season.

You know it.

I used to,

but now the girls are out,

I'm not sure

I see the point anymore.

This has just been delivered.

So nice of you all to stay on

for my cousin's bash tonight.

An invitation

to Petersfield House feels like

quite a hot ticket.

I'm glad they've held on

to their HQ.

-Not for much longer.

-ROBERT: Oh, no.

The Petersfield ball has been

an institution all my life.

You can't blame them

for not wanting to run

a fully staffed house

the size of Selfridge's

in order to give

one party a year.

ROBERT:

I suppose not.

It's been a while

since we've seen Mr. Levinson.

He's been busy settling

my late grandmother's affairs.

He and Mama are both executors,

but with the estate

being in America,

it's really fallen to him.

I'm sure he and Her Ladyship

can manage things between them.

You must tell me when

it's too much for you.

I can always share Baxter

with Mama

until the baby's born.

There's time yet, and anyway,

I've done it before.

-[chuckles]

-Right.

I think that's everything,

milady.

[door opens]

Last day with Carson in charge.

And Mrs. Patmore leaves

in a few weeks.

But I think Parker will do

well enough,

even if it will feel strange

without Carson.

Things change, milord,

and somehow,

we must change with them.

Very true.

Did you see they're pulling

down Dorchester House?

We used to go there a lot

when the Reids had it.

But plenty of families

are throwing in the towel.

I hope Grantham House

is in no danger.

How long has it been

in the family?

Oh. We bought it in about 1760,

and my grandfather rebuilt it

in 1854.

-Quite a time.

-You're right.

Quite a time.

And that means something to me.

Would you tie this?

CORA:

Darling, how nice you look.

But I wish you were coming home

with us tomorrow.

Someone needs to be here

to welcome Uncle Harold

when his ship gets in.

I'll give him dinner and bring

him north for the weekend.

ROBERT:

The weekend?

I'm glad Mama isn't alive

to hear you say that word.

-[laughs softly]

-[door opens]

The car's outside, milord.



NEWS VENDOR:

Divorce in high places!

Get your paper!

Divorce in high places!

Come on, read all about it!

There you go, love.

Thank you so much.

[overlapping chatter]

REPORTER:

This way. This way, please.

My lady, my lord, this way.

You got a quote for the Herald,

have you?

Lady Mary, you look exquisite.

[clamoring]

Why do they all want

a picture of Mary?

Because she's so pretty,

of course.

[reporters shouting]

Ah, it's Mr. Carson's

last night in service.

I couldn't let

that pass unnoticed.

Oh, you won't be far behind him,

which I'm sure your husband

is very glad about.

Mr. Mason has been very patient.

You've seen the Crawleys

through some testing times,

-Mr. Carson. -Oh, they've been

good to me, too.

Not everyone would have taken

in a former song and dance man,

not back then.

You don't often talk about that.

-And he's not going to now.

-[Carson grunts]

At the end of a career,

you look back more than you did

and think about all the changes

you've witnessed.

Shall we raise a glass

to Mr. Carson?

-Yes.

-I'm not going far.

But we will miss

seeing you each day.

I would like to thank you,

Mr. Carson.

You've taught me so much,

and I hope one day

I'll be a worthy successor.

Mm.

Mr. Carson.

OTHERS:

Mr. Carson.

[upbeat music playing]

Uh, uh, Lady Mary.

Could I have a quick word?

-Excuse me.

-Of course.

Mama?

What's going on?

Are you all right?

Uh, I'm so sorry, but a...

a rather tricky situation

has arisen.

Why? What's happened?

Uh, my maid just told me...

Your maid just told you what?

That Lady Mary is divorced.

She said it was in

the evening paper.

This is nonsense.

It's not nonsense.

[music stops]

I got the decree nisi today.

Well, that explains

the photographers.

-You mean it's true?

-[sighs]

I'm sorry to say that it is.

LADY PETERSFIELD: Well, then

I'm afraid you can't stay.

Prince and Princess Arthur

of Connaught are on their way,

and the princess simply

cannot be in the same room

as a divorced woman.

I do apologize,

but Lady Mary must go now.

-Sarah, is this really...

-No, I really must insist.

You're chucking my daughter

out of your house?

Oh, most reluctantly, I assure

you, but their Royal Highnesses

would be badly compromised

if anyone found out.

I've never heard anything

so ridiculous in all my life.

Papa, it's all right. I'll go.

I'm very sorry,

Lady Petersfield.

I shouldn't have come.

Wait.

[low murmuring]

It's going to be hard for her.

Very hard, I'm afraid.

The young crowd

may be all right,

but you have to remember,

my mother wouldn't have

a divorced woman in the house.

-WOMAN: It's just shocking.

-[woman 2 exclaims]

LADY PETERSFIELD:

I do thank you

for your kind understanding.

I've asked the footman

to bring your coat.

Ah, there he is.

MARY:

Ah, thank you.

LADY PETERSFIELD:

I am sorry.

Well, so you keep saying.

DOORMAN:

Your Royal Highnesses.

Oh. Quickly.

Hide, hide!

Your Royal Highnesses.

What a splendid evening

you've laid on for us,

Lady Petersfield.

Your presence is what lends

its splendor, ma'am.

Let me take you up

to the ballroom.

[laughs softly]

PRINCESS ARTHUR:

What an enchanting

little house this is.

What an absurd woman.

There's no need to sound

so indignant.

You knew Henry and I were

getting a divorce.

But not that it had

come through.

Well, it has.

And you never thought

to tell us?

Why on earth not?

Because I'm a fool.

And I suppose I thought

I could have one last night

before the sky fell in.

Of course, it's all ludicrous.

Ludicrous or not,

it's time for me to leave,

and with little fuss

as possible.

Then we're coming with you.

Uh, don't try

and talk me out of it.

Papa, you know perfectly well

you can't leave

before the prince and princess.

Go back up and come home

when they've left.

I mean it.

What will you do?

I'll take a taxi.

If I can find one that

will carry a divorced woman.

[sighs]

[sighs]

[takes deep breath]

[reporters clamoring]

Lady Mary, one photo, please.

Lady Mary, one photo!

Lady Mary, a photograph, please!

[clamoring continues]

REPORTER:

Is it true what they're saying?

What's the reason for the split?

[gentle music playing]

[buzzing]

It was stupid.

I don't blame anyone but me.

I bet His Lordship was furious.

Yes, but it wasn't fair.

Lady Petersfield

did what she had to.

I'm divorced and not wanted

in respectable company.

Don't say such a thing.

Why not, if it's true?

What do the servants know?

They knew it was coming, and...

tonight they know it's happened.

It was in The Evening News.

So I gather.

Was it bad?

No.

No, not too bad.

Just how Mr. Talbot's gone

and...

...you run Downton

with His Lordship.

Which is all true, I suppose.

But now the other papers

will pick it up.

I'm sorry if the newspapers

made you unhappy, milady.

-The divorce has made me

unhappy. -[knocking]

Mama, if you've left

the party...

The royals left before us.

They went early, thank God.

But I've decided I won't visit

anywhere you're not welcome.

-Will that be all, milady?

-No. You can hear this.

And sit down.

Mama, I forbid it.

Papa would be

in a hopeless situation.

You'd make the whole thing

much worse than it is.

-But what can I do then?

-If you want to please me,

you'll behave

completely normally.

-How?

-I don't know.

Some friends will be happy

to break the rules.

But the rest,

you'll go without me.

I couldn't.

We'll just have to

get used to it.

Good night, my darling.

Try and sleep.

-[sighs]

-[door closes]

Well, now we know

what I'm up against.

I admire you, Lady Mary.

You're very brave.

[sighs softly]

[dishes clinking]

-MRS. PATMORE: Good morning.

-Is it?

I haven't slept a wink.

We knew it was coming, Charlie.

We've known as much for months.

It'll change our lives, though,

now it's out in the open.

How's Lady Mary taking it?

She's not happy. I can say that.

Well, I'm just glad the

old lady didn't live to see it.

Oh, he forced her into it.

Mr. Talbot,

with his airs and graces and

his fast cars, I don't think.

He pushed her and tricked her

and brought scandal

on this once great family.

We don't know everything.

I know enough

to recognize a bully

and a feckless playboy

when I see one.

[grunts]

MARY:

I don't know, Mama.

The more he drove,

the more he toured the world,

the less he cared about me.

What else can I say?

It still annoys me

that Henry's girlfriend

wasn't named in court

and he hired that tart instead.

You know the rules.

The husband names

a paid trollop,

not his real mistress.

It's all very proper

in its prim dishonesty.

I still blame Mrs. Baron.

MARY:

She wasn't the problem.

Henry had made up his mind,

and that's all there is to it.

ROBERT:

That is what's happened,

and now we must just

get on with it.

Thus spake the Englishman.

I am English,

and I thank God for it.

We know.

Thank heaven we'll soon be home.

Home sweet home.

[scrubbing sounds]

Have you missed me?

-Of course.

-[Caroline giggling]

Hello.

[whispers]:

Don't tell Nanny.

-MARIGOLD: Thank you.

-Thank you. [giggling]

Where's Mrs. Patmore?

Have you left her behind?

She stayed in London

with Lady Mary.

They'll be back on Friday, but

you'll have to cook until then.

I don't mind.

It's not long till I take over.

So this is the start

of our time.

Hello, Andy.

Can we go and see

Mr. Mason's pigs?

Good idea, Master George.

After you.

GEORGE:

Is Mama back, too?

ANDY: Lady Mary

will be here on Friday.

"Man overboard!

-It startled everybody."

-[chuckles softly]

ISOBEL:

I'm so sorry.

It must have been

terribly upsetting for her.

-[barks, panting]

-How much does George know?

-[chuckles] Oh.

-ROBERT: I'm not sure,

but I think

we should leave it to Mary

-to tell him.

-[children giggling]

I keep thinking about Mary.

Will she be treated that way

up here?

Not if I can help it.

She won't find it easy

being an outcast.

She was always

the belle of the ball.

What's happened, uh,

since we've been away?

[chuckles] Mainly Isobel

organizing the County Show.

You don't mind

they made her president?

Are you joking? She's my savior.

ROBERT:

Mama enjoyed it.

She always complained,

of course.

MERTON:

The hardest task

is hauling Sir Hector Moreland

over to her side.

Good luck with that.

Mama couldn't stand him.

-[soft chatter]

-[engine sputtering]

[brakes squeak]

[horn honking]

Daisy!

-Daisy.

-Hello, Mr. Molesley.

What have you got there?

Latest copy of Picturegoer.

Has an article on my new film.

I bought some copies

for the house.

How exciting.

But it's-it's quite

a responsibility, too.

What is?

Being famous in the film world.

Always remember--

an actor is nothing

without a good script.

If audiences like them,

it's only because

of what we tell them to say.

You don't think of that when

you're sitting in the stalls.

Yeah.

Well, cheerio.

In many ways, the writers

are the real stars of cinema.

What do you mean, a tribute?

Will the late Lady Grantham

approve of our disrupting

the established traditions

of the County Show?

Perhaps we can establish

a new tradition in her honor.

Hmm.

I'll need to be convinced.

Here are the entrants

in the farming categories.

They're confirmed.

Thank you.

That will be very helpful.

And this is my list

of prize-givers.

Including

the present Lady Grantham?

She can say something nice

about her mother-in-law

that will give you

what you want.

Even if I didn't find

old Lady Grantham very easy.

She could be so sentimental.

Violet sentimental?

She wanted children's prizes

for everything.

And since she was president

and I was only chairman,

there wasn't much I could do.

Thankfully, I put a stop to

all that the year before last.

Well, I hope it won't annoy you,

but I do have

some ideas of my own.

Really?

If you'll take my advice, I...

I shall be so grateful

for your advice, Sir Hector.

When I ask for it.

[soft chatter]

MARY:

Uncle Harold.

[chuckles]:

Oh.

Do my eyes deceive me,

or is this vision

the great Lady Mary Talbot?

I'm so pleased to see you.

-Yeah.

-We are eager for your news.

-Well...

-MAN: Please introduce us,

-Harold.

-Oh.

May I present Gus Sambrook.

Oh. Have you come to see

my uncle, Mr. Sambrook?

I-I've come with your uncle.

-Didn't you warn them, Harold?

-Well, I meant to.

I must have forgotten.

But is the house not big enough?

Oh.

You mean you want to stay here?

-Is that a terrible nuisance?

-[door opens]

-No.

-Thank you.

I went to make

some old-fashioneds.

There's one for you.

You should've rung the bell.

I did, but no one knew

how to make them.

Mr. Sambrook

will be staying with us.

Mr. Levinson said, milady.

I've put him in the Bird Room.

Very good.

Gus wasn't sure he could come

until just before

the boat sailed.

And why did you come?

Oh, he knows all about business.

He can help me explain

things to Cora.

Well, it's a long way

to travel for that.

I've also got a horse running

in the Gold Cup at Ascot.

Ooh. This is very strong.

You know, I should run.

I'm having dinner

at the Savoy, and I'm late.

Uh, I suppose the night

watchman will let me in?

The night watchman

is a thing of the past.

But I've got a key for you.

I'll see you out.

[glass clinks on table]

Here you are.

So let me guess--

Robert is furious

and Cora's sympathetic.

Papa's miserable

as much as angry.

Now, Cora's a Yank.

She knows society can learn

to live with divorce.

It'll be true here

before too long.

But it's not true yet.

Still, Downton keeps me busy.

-What are you up to there?

-Mainly renovating the cottages

and doing up

the old smoking room.

I thought a music room

would be a wonderful memorial

-for both my grandmothers.

-Mm.

That's a nice idea.

Even if my mother was more

Gershwin than Rachmaninoff.

[chuckles]

It's a lot to get done,

but that's where you come in.

I really got to go.

-Enjoy your dinner.

-Good night.

-Good night.

-[door opens]

-[water running]

-[scrubbing sounds]

Can I do anything to help?

Everything's under control.

And I've enjoyed myself.

It's been a while

since I cooked for the family,

and that was

with Mrs. Patmore in charge.

You'd better get used to it.

I think they'll be pleased.

-I'm sure we will.

-Oh. Lady Merton.

What can we do for you?

It's Daisy I've come to see.

Me, milady?

Yes.

It's a straightforward request,

but it will require

some of your time.

As you may know,

every president

of the County Show

is supported by a committee,

and I want you to be a member.

But why me?

The show has always been run

by a rather narrow group

of people.

I want to bring it

more up-to-date,

and I would value

some fresh eyes to help me.

Mm, a wise choice.

I-If I may say so, milady.

ISOBEL:

Please,

do think about it.

She will.

[quietly]: You've paid her

a great compliment,

and you won't regret it.

Not in a month of Sundays.

Why would any of them

listen to me?

For your experience.

Here and on the farm.

But suppose Lady Merton

disagrees with me.

It's a good sign you

already know you'll be arguing.

Why didn't you join Harold?

So I could have dinner with you.

Do you have many horses?

A few, but I've never had one

in the Gold Cup before.

We should get up a party.

Although I suppose

Ascot's finished for me.

If you can come,

it would reward me for

my efforts on Harold's behalf.

Can I ask about those efforts?

Are you a sort of

business advisor?

I kept him out

of some trouble a while back.

But, really, we're friends.

Can I top you up?

Oh, I shouldn't.

I've had more than enough.

[drink pouring]

Oh, go on then.

[birds chirping]

[mouthing silently]

[sighs]

[door opens]

Hello.

-Oh.

-[door closes]

I didn't expect you back

for hours.

Her Ladyship sent me home early

so we could have dinner

together.

Oh.

How was London?

Busy.

For them, anyway.

I've been busy, too.

Working on the script

of Held to Ransom.

Are you pleased with it?

It's taking a bit longer

than the last one, uh...

You work too hard.

Ease up.

No, I can't.

[exhales] This is my moment.

After years of being

in the background, I...

I'm changing lives.

You were changing lives

when you were a teacher,

weren't you?

Yeah, you're right,

but this, it's different.

It's-it's... [stammers]

You know,

I-I've got to crack on then.

Some of us went to see

Mr. Dexter's new play.

Mr. Coward's new play,

I think you mean.

How I would have loved

to have seen that.

To think Mr. Dexter relaunched

his career at Downton.

I wonder if he'll be back.

This place will be

a desert for him,

without anyone to talk to.

-Well, he's got Mr. Barrow.

-Mr. Barrow's a servant.

I'm a servant.

And I've told you,

you can give it up.

And I've told you

I don't want to.

Anyway, Mr. Barrow's

not a servant anymore.

Yeah, well, the fact remains,

Mr. Dexter and I,

we understand each other

in a way that none

of the rest of them can.

[typing]

[bell rings]

Sounds like Isobel may regret

taking on the County Show.

She's got her work cut out

with that stuck-up fool

Moreland.

She was shocked when I told her

about Lady Petersfield.

I don't think

she'd quite taken in

what a divorce was gonna mean.

If that's her reaction, imagine

what everyone else will think.

Henry's decision

has made Mary an outcast.

-Somehow we will have

to live with that. -Mm.

Isobel included.

Thank you.

I won't be surprised if people

start avoiding Downton

in case Mary's here.

Then we must challenge them

and change their minds,

mustn't we?

-[laughs]

-GUS: As a guest,

can I offer you another drink?

I really think we should stop.

Nonsense. You said yourself

you'd lost your position.

Let's celebrate.

Is there any of that wine

we had at dinner?

Milady?

Just bring some champagne.

Carson would have left

a bottle in the icebox.

-I thought you might like...

-Please.

You're right.

I have lost my position.

Have you ever been thrown out

of a house?

It's quite the experience.

I hear the Prince of Wales

is taken with my compatriot

Lady Furness,

and she's divorced.

The prince's interest

will not enhance

her standing in society.

There's nothing wrong with

finding someone attractive.

-You can't blame him for that.

-Mm.

Or me, either.

Meaning what, exactly?

Meaning this.

Just put it there.

We'll look after ourselves.

You can go to bed.

[chuckles softly]

If you're sure, milady.

I'm quite sure.

[laughing]

-Who?

-Daisy Parker.

She works in the kitchens

at the abbey.

Sir Hector isn't going

to like that.

Next I'll ask Carson.

He's well thought of

in the area,

so he'll be very helpful.

So you really mean

to bait Sir Hector?

I mean to bait him

very much indeed.

[both chuckling]

[birds chirping]

[whispers]:

My God.

Good morning.

Don't say "good morning"

as if everything's fine.

[sighs] Isn't it?

No.

This is not who I am.

This is absolutely not

how I behave.

I suppose we were both

quite drunk.

Oh.

I had a marvelous time.

Well, I didn't.

Oh, I'm sorry.

Well, I don't mean that exactly.

But I do not jump into bed

with strangers

at the drop of a hat,

and I don't approve

of people who do.

Have you never done anything

you don't approve of?

That's not the point.

Well, you just got your divorce,

and some old hag insulted you.

Surely you're entitled

to drink too much

and have some fun with me.

No one would blame you.

I would blame me.

And so would everyone else.

Now get back to your room

before my maid arrives.

I was hoping for a second round.

[whispers]:

I won't tell if you don't.

Just go.

[chuckling]:

Please.

-Go.

-All right.

But I'll go

with a song in my heart.

[sighs]

[door opens]

I hope you slept well, milady.

Could you find me some aspirin?

I've rather a headache.

I thought

you might have, milady.

You'll find two on your tray.

[grunts]

What's your plan for the day?

I've got my first meeting

with Lady Merton's committee

this afternoon.

Oh, yes.

It's flattering of her

to ask you.

Quite the compliment.

[chuckles]

If I can be helpful in

some way, then I'll be pleased.

I'm sure you'll be very helpful.

I'll come up to the house

for lunch.

Oh, Charlie, there's no need.

You'll only tire yourself.

If you mean

that I look worn out,

you're right.

London finished me off.

Then rest.

Enjoy your freedom.

Thank heavens for this cottage.

Did you worry

Lady Mary might turn us out?

She'd never do that.

I just hope Mr. Talbot

doesn't want to make trouble.

He might. [grunts]

No one knows

how to behave anymore.

-That's harsh.

-If it wasn't for him,

Lady Mary would never have gone

for a divorce.

Plenty of the gentry lived

with husbands and wives

who were difficult or boring

or-or just plain nasty.

And what do you think they did?

They put it in their kit bag

and they kept on marching.

ROBERT:

How are you getting on?

BERTIE:

Pretty well, I think.

-We're nearly there.

-ROBERT: You are good.

At least the things

Mama loved are safe now.

It made me nervous

knowing the Dower House

was full of her possessions

when no one was living here.

BERTIE: What will you do,

find a tenant?

I suppose. Any suggestions?

Maybe. Let me think about it.

Let's go home if we're to meet

Mary and Harold

and the mysterious Mr. Sambrook.

How could Harold

have landed us with him?

And why is he here?

It's not very English behavior.

Well, we're not English,

my brother and I,

which I know takes

some getting used to.

Goodbye, Mama.

Ah.

Cora.

Still so glamorous, I see.

If you say so, my brother.

-Hello, Mary.

-Mama.

And you must be Mr. Sambrook.

Welcome to Downton.

But I hope you won't be bored.

Harold and I have a lot

to talk about.

You can talk in front of Gus.

Come in and have some tea.

We thought the funeral

was splendid.

Mother would have been

very touched.

Pity you couldn't stay on

in New York for a bit longer.

We would have if I'd known

the time it would take

-to settle things.

-Mm.

Uh, Robert,

how are you getting on

with Mary's plan

to plumb the cottages?

Not Mary's plan. Our plan.

If it was sensible

remains to be seen.

-Seems sensible to me.

-ROBERT: Does it?

I must get you to go through

our accounts while you're here.

Perhaps you can tell me

how we're going to pay for it.

Papa, what's the matter

with you?

Mama's inheritance

will cover the new work.

ROBERT: I just don't see

why everything...

Oh, never mind.

I'm going for a walk.

Where's Teo?

Afternoon post, Your Ladyship.

Thank you.

-Why don't you all go?

-Oh. Good idea.

Not you, Harold. We have a lot

to talk about, you and I.

I'll go.

He's so touchy lately.

I suppose we've got

the divorce to thank for that.

The divorce and the realization

that his days as king of the

castle are coming to an end.

Oh.

Mama, is something the matter?

I thought a dinner might help

restore Mary's faith

in humanity,

so, I wrote to some neighbors,

and everyone has refused.

All of them? Golly.

Even Anne Manville has said no

when she's always been

so fond of you girls.

We can't just give in.

Are you coming, or what?

-Oh.

-EDITH: We're coming, Papa.

I'm sorry you've arrived when

tensions are a little high.

I got something for you.

HAROLD:

Mm.

-CORA: My goodness.

-HAROLD: Yeah.

I had this made for her

when she lost

the brooch she'd worn

at her wedding.

She wanted you to have it.

Maybe we should go

for a walk as well,

because the news is bad,

isn't it?

How could you tell?

I've known you

since you were born.

Gus should come with us

since he can help me

explain everything.

Oh, I'd be happy to.

[low conversations]

Is she coming?

She'll be here any moment.

You'll have met Mr. Carson.

Not really.

Of course, I've seen him

when we've dined at the abbey.

Now, I want to get going.

-Sorry I'm late.

-ISOBEL: Ah.

DAISY:

I had to finish luncheon.

Come in.

This is Mrs. Parker.

Lady Manville, Mr. Saunders,

Miss Bell, Mrs. Dewlish

and our chairman,

Sir Hector Moreland.

Welcome.

-Hello, Mr. Carson.

-CARSON: Daisy.

That is, Mrs. Parker.

Lady Merton believes

our new members will give us

a different perspective.

We don't want

to disrupt anything.

But we might have

something to say.

-Oh, I hope you do.

-We shall see.

So, now, finally...

we can start.

CORA:

What I don't understand is,

since we survived the crash,

where's the money gone?

Gus took everything out

of the market before the crash.

If it wasn't for him,

our mother's money

would have been lost.

You mean it would've

been lost sooner?

[sighs, chuckles]:

Gus, please explain.

Well, Harold has been unlucky,

it's true,

but he wasn't alone

in his suffering.

I lost quite a bit myself

as it happens.

CORA: And now you'd like to

sell the property that's left,

and for that

you need my permission?

GUS: Well, it will help him

to recoup and rebuild.

CORA:

Harold...

...you lost the capital

I left in your care.

How do I know you won't lose

the rest of the money?

I want the chance

to make the money back.

I have to live,

and I have to repay Gus.

He's been bankrolling me

until now, but it can't go on.

No.

We'll work out a plan

to repay Mr. Sambrook

but that doesn't involve

putting what's left at risk.

MORELAND:

So, item six,

on the day itself, we've settled

that last year's arrangements

will, for the most part, stand.

Yes, absolutely.

Is that a good idea?

Mr. Carson?

Hmm?

-What?

-DAISY: Well...

to be honest,

last year was chaotic.

The livestock were

hardly supervised.

I don't think anyone else

would agree with you there.

Mr. Carson.

[hushed]:

Remember what you said.

Daisy.

-What does she mean?

-Please,

I have no wish to be rude

to Sir Hector or Lady Merton.

Oh, please enlighten us.

What did you say?

Only that...

she's right. [sighs]

Things were pretty hopeless,

and they were running around

all over the place, but I'm sure

that Sir Hector would soon

have got things under control.

Are you?

You see what you've done?

You bring in people like this...

People like what?

Surely, we can let them speak.

So, the livestock

were badly managed?

And there was no provisions

for lost children, either.

No one to help find them,

no safe place for them to go.

We can't be held responsible

for every child in the county.

DAISY:

But aren't we responsible?

For every child that is

a guest at our show?

Restrain yourself, I beg you.

I'm sure Sir Hector

will be glad to know

where he got things wrong.

I beg your pardon?

Shall we stick to the agenda?

Well, I can't see

that it would hurt

to consider these points.

MORELAND:

Please.

I really must insist.

So, item seven.

Lectures and demonstrations

on beekeeping

and bottling fruit

at intervals during the day.

Are we to gather that

your talk did not go well?

A great deal of my mother's

fortune has been lost.

What?

And now we need a new plan

to protect what remains.

What happened?

What part did you play

in all this?

None of it is Gus's fault.

Without him,

things could be a lot worse.

I made the decisions.

Why didn't you

share them with me?

And why didn't you tell me

when it was all going wrong?

You put me in charge.

ROBERT:

God's sake, Harold.

Don't you see what this means

for Downton?

Is it really as bad as you say?

Has everything gone?

Well, there's some property,

including the house in Newport.

-Which Harold hopes to sell.

-MARY: But what does that mean

-for the work going on here?

-I'm afraid we've spent money

we don't have on a project

we haven't finished.

But I won't allow a fire sale

when what's left would not

be enough to settle things

at Downton and cover

what we owe Mr. Sambrook.

My God.

Is this the time to think

of selling Grantham House?

What?

Where did that come from?

MARY:

We must be realistic, Papa.

Keeping a London house is

a huge drain on our resources.

It would give us

the capital we need.

Sell Grantham House?

What absolute bloody nonsense!

[sighs]

I'm going to change.

Oh, the other side

of cuddly Lord Grantham.

I don't think I've ever

seen it before.

Well, you're the one

who made him angry.

We seem to be living

under rather a dark shadow

at the moment.

If not Grantham House,

what other options do we have?

It's a good thing the dinner

didn't work out.

What dinner?

Only that I invited

some locals for dinner

and they couldn't come.

Because of me?

Golly.

A house full of Yanks, and I'm

the one keeping people away.

[Harold groans]

Just when I thought

I couldn't sink any lower,

down I go again.

Maybe you should be grateful

for the Yanks.

We're going to change.

Come on, Bertie.

-BERTIE: I'm so sorry.

-HAROLD: Maybe now would be

a good time for me to show Gus

the della Francesca.

Don't present it

as a way to raise capital.

Papa's not being fair.

You must know that, at least.

Don't you think he's entitled

to be a little unfair

with Granny's death,

your divorce

and Harold's foolishness?

Harold's made a real mess

of things, hasn't he?

It's my fault, really.

It was like putting a drunk

in charge of a bar.

I like America

I have played around every

slappy-happy hunting ground

You go ahead. I'm going

to make a telephone call.

But I find America okay

-Come what may

-Put them here.

I shall return someday

To the good old USA

Hey, hey...

-That didn't go too well.

-[song ends]

It's not over yet.

Not by a long shot.

I couldn't help wondering

how it's happened.

And we were supposed

to double my mother's fortune,

and now most of it's gone.

But it's coming back

with interest, I promise.

It's a new market.

-I understand it better.

-Hmm.

But I have to have a free hand.

They're changing for dinner.

They'll assemble in the library

at 8:00.

Thank you very much.

So, you did see him

leaving my room?

I'd never have

mentioned it, milady.

You'd never have

forgotten it, either.

[knocking on door]

Thank you, Anna.

I hope Papa didn't upset you.

Not as much as you did

with the dinner that never was.

Bertie shouldn't have

said anything.

By the way, Tom rang--

he's coming to stay.

I know.

He's meeting Henry in York.

They finally sold

the car business.

Let's hope he can soothe

your father's spirits.

I'm not trying to push Papa

into anything, you know?

Well, I think you are.

I suspect you're trying

to push him into quite a lot.

But I believe you have

good reasons.

We should go.

I'll wait for your father.

Are we the first?

Looks like it.

I know you like champagne.

Don't remind me.

You should try America,

you know.

We don't care about divorce

over there.

I think Downton needs me.

What will Harold do now,

do you think?

Mama won't change her mind.

I wonder.

Don't wonder. She won't.

I love my uncle,

but he's hardly proved

to be a titan of business.

But unlike your uncle, I know

how to get the money back.

Won't you help me?

-MARIGOLD: Catch it! Catch it!

-GEORGE: That was a great shot!

[horn honks]

[children chattering excitedly]

NANNY: Come on, girls,

who's going to get it?

Thank you.

Sybbie, darling,

have you come, too?

How lovely.

Aunt Edith.

Go and say hello to the others.

Welcome back to Downton, sir.

-Thank you, Parker.

-SYBBIE: George!

-Edith.

-Tom.

EDITH:

Don't go in yet.

I want to bring you up to date.

How is Mary getting on?

Divorce has damaged her badly,

-as we knew it would.

-Mm-hmm.

I wanted to help her rebuild

while she ran Downton

-to take her mind off things.

-But?

-Socially, it's more difficult

than we expected. -Oh.

And with the estate,

Papa's reluctant to give her

the power she needs.

We'd love you to talk him into

letting Mary

take the reins properly.

Of course.

Does Harold being here

mean at least Mrs. Levinson's

estate is finally settled?

I'm afraid not.

He's made a complete

bish of things.

How's Lucy? Well, I hope.

We're all well, and it was

a relief to sell the business.

Money's coming in for a change.

So you've made the full journey

from revolutionary

to capitalist?

[chuckles] I prefer to call it

being sensible.

MARIGOLD:

Oh. Go get it. Go get it.

-NANNY: Very good.

-[excited chatter]

["I'm Old Fashioned"

by Noel Coward playing]

I'm old-fashioned,

but I don't mind it

That's how I'll always be

If only you'll agree

To stay old-fashioned

with me.

Tom's here.

He's gone to his room.

You should know

I telephoned Guy Dexter.

His play's over,

and he's coming to stay,

and he's bringing Noel Coward.

-How exciting.

-It'll cheer Mary up.

And, of course, they couldn't

care less that she's divorced.

I also thought it might tempt

the county back into the house.

Clever girl.

If we can find a way

to let them know.

-Have you told the kitchen?

-I'm going down now.

-Edith.

-Hmm?

Thank you.

[humming]

[humming continues]

Mr. Carson, can I help?

Yeah, I've been thinking about

these Lamerie candlesticks.

His Lordship likes

to see them on the table.

[sighs] We often use them.

And you clean them

with soap and water?

Not those awful creams

they keep coming up with now?

Everything is done as you

would have it, Mr. Carson.

Then I shall sleep more easily.

[laughter in other room]

-Well, that sounds like

Lady Hex... -Lady Hexham.

[resumes humming]

And don't forget,

it's a secret from Lady Mary.

Of course, milady.

What did Lady Hexham want?

She just came down to tell us

there's to be a dinner

the night before

the County Show.

Mr. Dexter, Mr. Barrow

and Mr. Noel Coward

are coming down from London.

I note you list Mr. Barrow

between Mr. Dexter

and Mr. Coward.

Will he attend the dinner, too?

MRS. HUGHES:

I shouldn't think so, Charlie.

But please don't be unkind

about him.

I hope Mr. Molesley doesn't

get too excited

that Mr. Coward is coming.

Let's not mention it.

-Hmm.

-Hmm.

Your last dinner.

Yes, but shouldn't we make it

the first dinner

where Daisy's in charge?

Well, I'll be here, of course,

but, oh, I'd like to see her

in action before I go.

Are you looking forward

to leaving?

Oh, I don't know the answer.

I'll have Mr. Mason,

so I won't be lonely.

None of you can stay away!

CARSON:

Ah, Mr. Molesley.

How nice to see you.

I thought I'd look in

to say hello.

We've read about

your latest film.

-We're all so proud of you.

-Oh, well.

We're just talking about plans

for Daisy's first big dinner.

Mr. Dexter and Mr. Barrow

are coming.

And Mr. Coward, too.

Noel Coward?

At Downton?

It just slipped out.

[stammering]

Well, of course,

they won't invite us.

You can't expect Her Ladyship

to ask her own lady's maid

to dinner.

This isn't Russia, Mr. Molesley,

and we are not Bolsheviks.

Oh, I've had an idea.

You haven't got a footman now,

so why can't I be your footman

for the night?

BAXTER: You're not

a servant now, Joseph.

You've left all that behind.

No, no, but don't you see?

I'll come in

with the first dish,

and when I get to Mr. Dexter,

he'll recognize me

and introduce me to Mr. Coward.

Even if he doesn't,

I could use some extra help

in the dining room to...

No, he will, he will,

and it'll be fun.

See, this is what writers do.

We-we make things up

to entertain people.

[laughing]:

Oh!

They'll-they'll be telling

this story for years to come.

[laughing]

[Molesley snorting, laughing]

You've a horse running at Ascot?

Oh, which day?

We'll be there on the Thursday.

My horse is in the Gold Cup,

so you'll be able

to cheer it on.

HAROLD:

Oh, not me.

I'm no racing man, I'm afraid.

Some bad bets at Belmont

cured me for good.

If only it had.

All right,

if we're talking about it,

I'd like you all to hear Gus

on how to deal with the losses.

You mean y-your losses?

MARY:

Discussing money over dinner?

Granny would not have approved.

Pay no attention. Go on, Gus.

Well, I'm sure you know,

the crash changed everything.

Fortunes were lost,

men k*lled themselves.

It was a terrible time, and

we're still living with that.

But Cora's money

was not lost in the crash.

Thanks to Gus.

Mm, maybe,

but things changed, and we have

to deal with that change.

You have a house in Newport,

which is not as sought-after

as it was before the w*r.

So Harold should sell it

before its value sinks further?

You could recover

some of the losses

and use part of it

for the work going on here.

And repay you, I imagine?

But if we're speaking openly,

Harold has not done well

since Lady Grantham asked him

to manage things.

He was extremely unlucky.

If you want big gains,

you have to be bold.

But the market is not safe,

even now.

-I'd stay in bricks and mortar.

-I agree.

Lady Mary, what do you think?

I think Mama knows

what she's doing,

and I'd back her instincts.

[knocking on door]

I'm sorry, Your Ladyship,

Lady Mary's not come up yet.

Oh, no,

it was you I wanted to see.

[sighs]

Did you know that Her Ladyship

planned the dinner for Lady Mary

before Mr. Coward was invited,

but that all of

our local friends refused?

Miss Baxter did mention it.

My plan, if Mr. Coward

and Mr. Dexter agreed to come,

was that they'd change

their mind.

But now that I've managed it,

I'm not sure how to tell them.

Can you leave this

with me, milady?

Thank you, Anna.

MARY:

Are you interested in art?

Well, I'm interested

in a lot of things.

Good night.

But I was a little sad

that you didn't stick up

for me at dinner.

I'm sure you don't need my help.

Well, maybe not,

but I thought we were friends.

What would happen

if I told them we were lovers

on the day that we met?

That would put a cat

among the pigeons.

Are you threatening me?

Just, the English are

so easily shocked,

the thought of their expressions

if I just blurted it out,

it's tempting.

Then it's a temptation

you must resist, Mr. Sambrook.

I wish I understood

Sambrook's part in all this.

I suppose he's making sure

he gets his cash back,

but Tom's going to look into it.

I didn't like him fishing

for Mary's support.

-How's she doing, do you think?

-Well, you know Mary.

She likes to look in control,

whether she is or not.

Don't tell her, but we're

giving rather a special party

to take her mind off things.

Will anyone come?

Oh, they'll come.

Mary may have lost her footing

lately, but I haven't.

ANNA [whispering]:

There she is.

Hello, Miss Grant. How are you?

Very well, Mrs. Bates.

You remember Miss Grant,

Lady Osborne's maid?

Of course.

I'm sorry she isn't able to

come to Her Ladyship's dinner.

They were sorry, too,

but I'm sure

I don't have to explain.

But it is a pity they'll miss

meeting Noel Coward.

Noel Coward's coming to Downton?

ANNA:

Hmm.

And the film star Guy Dexter.

So, it'll be fun for us anyway.

Oh, it certainly will be.

I should get a move on. Goodbye.

Bye.

I'd say Lady Osborne

will have telephoned

by the time we get home.

[men grunting]

[indistinct chatter]

MORELAND:

I don't know.

It looks more like a funfair

than a County Show.

LADY MANVILLE:

Well done, Mrs. Parker.

I hope you'll be here early

on the day.

I'll do my best, but I've got

a big dinner the night before.

Oh, that's still happening,

is it?

Certainly is.

We've got Noel Coward

and all sorts coming.

Noel Coward will be

at the dinner?

To me,

the whole thing looks wrong.

CARSON: I hate

to contradict you, Sir Hector,

but aren't we giving them

a proper day out

with good food and rides

for the children to enjoy?

These people work hard.

Don't they deserve it?

You see, Carson, we'll make

a socialist of you yet.

-[scoffs] You will not, milady.

-[chuckling]

We're turning it into a circus.

It may come as a surprise,

Sir Hector,

but we want our visitors

to have a good time.

-[horse sputters]

-Oh. -ISOBEL: Oh.

-HORSEMAN: Steady.

-[exhales]

[chuckling]

Lady Manville was

on the telephone,

and Lady Osborne

and lots of the others,

saying things have changed

and they can come after all.

Well, you know the reason.

Mr. Levinson telephoned, milady.

He said he and Mr. Sambrook

won't be back in time

for dinner.

Thank you, Parker.

Whip that into stiff peaks

for me.

Hello, Charlie.

How was the meeting?

Oh, uh, fine.

Uh, but I noticed

in the dining room,

the dinner has been laid

with the Svres service,

so I've asked

for the Meissen instead.

It's all right, Mabel.

Leave the Svres as it is.

I have no wish

to undercut you, Mr. Parker,

but you may not understand.

The Svres is

a soft-paste porcelain,

much more fragile

than the hard-paste Meissen.

I understand perfectly,

Mr. Carson.

Her Ladyship asked

for the Svres.

Thank you, Mabel.

Let him do his job.

So be it.

It's nice to have a night off

from the watchful eyes

of Mr. Sambrook.

He's very confident, isn't he?

-Rather a contrast to Harold.

-CORA: Let's be nice.

We'll cheer him on at Ascot,

then we'll go home

without a cross word

being spoken.

ROBERT:

Hmm.

Robert, you were asking

about the sale.

It seems to have gone through

very smoothly.

ROBERT:

Hmm.

Henry's not been

at all difficult.

Mm, hmm.

He asked about Downton, if

you were farming more cattle.

That doesn't sound like Henry.

He's not usually

interested in anything

that doesn't run on petrol.

I told him I didn't know

the answer.

-[cutlery clattering]

-There is no answer.

I have yet to decide

what the answer will be.

I know what this is.

What you're all thinking.

I bet you don't.

Have you put them up

to this, Mary?

So you can have it your way?

Oh, really, Papa?

You told me I was captain

of the ship now,

or has the divorce somehow

ruled me out?

Robert, you've worked hard

for this family for many years.

It's time to put your feet up.

Leave the heavy lifting to Mary.

And what am I to do?

What is my job?

To walk around in my tweeds,

smiling hello at the tenants

so that when I'm dead

everyone can say

what a nice chap I was?

As long as they do.

Oh, speak up, Bertie.

You're nodding away.

-[Bertie sighs]

-Thank you, Parker.

I got Brancaster when I was

young enough to make changes.

I'd say the place

and the people who live there

are better off as a result.

When you took charge,

there were emperors in Moscow,

Vienna and Berlin,

and your parents

were king and queen

of this part of the county,

but that world is gone now.

-It's a different place.

-Oh, so everyone keeps saying.

And it's not different

because we can get to Cape Town

in a few days

instead of half a year.

We're changing, too.

The way we talk,

the way we dress,

the way we deal with each other.

This is Mary's time.

She's in step

with how to run this estate

in the '30s, the '40s

and the '50s.

-And I'm not?

-You know this system

doesn't work

if people hold on too long.

I'm pleasantly surprised you

think the system works at all.

I have something to add.

The missing detail in this

is that we all,

every one of us, loves you.

Very much.

MRS. HUGHES: They're all coming,

Her Ladyship's told me.

-Oh, thank you.

-Thank you.

And some are angling

for invitations

when they weren't asked

in the first place.

-Then well done to us.

-Sad, though.

They were happy

to throw over Lady Mary,

though they've known her

all her life.

Now they'll do anything to

have dinner with a famous face.

That's the way the world is

these days.

There's not a lot of point

in objecting to it.

-Oh, thank you.

-ANDY: Mr. Branson was

really giving it

to His Lordship at dinner.

It's funny to think

he used to clean their cars.

BATES:

I'm sorry for His Lordship.

-He's always done his best.

-[light knocking]

MRS. HUGHES:

Oh, Mr. Mason, come in.

These are happy times,

getting your wife back.

Oh, it is.

But she'll miss all of you.

It'll be odd to cook

for two instead of 22,

and in silence rather than

the running commentary.

[chuckling]

-[bell jingles]

-Oh. I'll be back soon.

So many changes.

And we do need

a new footman, you know.

Andy can't do everything.

I'm not sure

Lady Mary would agree.

She's looking to economize

wherever she can

when she takes over.

It won't be easy for her

with that divorce

round her neck.

Well, then, we must all show

that we support her

-where we can.

-I agree.

-Here we are.

-MRS. PATMORE: Oh...

-Thank you, Daisy.

-[others exclaiming]

This looks delicious.

-MR. MASON: Splendid.

-[Mrs. Patmore laughs]

To Mrs. Patmore.

To Mrs. Mason.

[scattered chuckling]

OTHERS:

Mrs. Mason.

Now, are you quite set

for Mr. Coward's dinner?

MRS. HUGHES:

Oh.

When my time ends

and yours begins.

Does that make you feel sad?

A bit, but I don't fight it.

Our lives are lived in chapters,

and nothing's wrong

when a chapter is done

and a new one begins.

It's your time now, and I...

and I'm prouder of that

than anything.

You're the daughter I never had.

I'll treasure those words.

I will.

[door opens]

Milady, telephone call.

Lady Falmouth.

See they get coffee

when they come in.

Edith, can I grab you

for a moment?

If you like.

Am I in for another pummeling?

-No more pummeling.

-[door closes]

But I know how things are,

and I wondered if the money

from the sale of the business

might help tide you over.

Oh, Tom.

My dear chap, don't think of it.

TOM:

I'm serious.

You and all of Sybil's family

have given me everything.

Isn't that worth something?

It's worth a great deal,

but not money.

Now help yourself to some port

and pass it on

before we all burst into tears.

[chuckling softly]

You went to bed with a stranger?

Well, of course

it sounds terrible

when you put it like that.

How should I put it?

He's not Turkish, is he?

I found him attractive.

I still do,

but I think he feels

he has a hold over me.

He wants me to help him

convince Mama,

which, of course, I won't.

Why are you telling me this?

I'm not sure.

The truth is, I'm in a fix,

and a great lady like you might

have an opinion worth hearing.

Don't patronize me.

I wouldn't dare.

But what do you think?

Should I try to placate

Sambrook or just ignore him?

[sighs]

Can I ask Bertie about it?

-Must you?

-I think I must.

If he gives me funny looks

for the rest of my life,

I shall blame you.

Tom offered us the money

from his sale.

[Cora clicks tongue]

Of course, I said no,

but I was touched.

-And it's made me think.

-What about?

Mary is right.

We have no option

but to sell Grantham House.

It's time to move on.

Does she know

you've seen the light?

Not yet.

And what about

her running Downton?

What about it?

I don't wear a sack

over my head.

I see how you treat her.

Don't you want her in command?

No, I do. I've said so.

But now the moment's come...

You can't bear

to relinquish the crown.

[laughs softly]

Well, I hope

it won't overload you.

And you have the show

the next day.

Lady Merton let me make

a real difference.

If you're clear

about your arguments,

you can make things happen.

Even with His Serene Highness

Sir Hector Moreland.

I knew you would

more than hold your own.

No wonder you say

you won't always be in service.

Well, I won't, but I don't have

bad memories of my time here.

[mutters softly]

[barking]

This is a,

a great honor, milord.

I don't know about that,

but the truth is, I...

I need your advice.

Uh...

How? Uh, about what?

Oh, do sit.

We were young men

when you first came to Downton.

You were by my side

when I inherited,

and here we still are

however many years later.

I've enjoyed a good life

in your service, milord.

I hope so.

You've run the house well,

of course,

but I believe you've made it

a happy place, too.

That's important to me.

We were well suited

to each other, milord,

which was our good fortune.

Have you come

to discuss Lady Mary?

[laughs quietly]

You're ahead of me as usual,

and you'll know

Lady Mary thinks it's time

that I hand over.

Her Ladyship agrees, and so,

I suspect, does Lady Hexham.

More surprisingly...

[scoffs] maybe I do, too.

But do you really?

[sighs] You think I'm foolish

to drag my feet?

I'd never say that,

milord, never.

But I do believe

that you could enjoy...

a calmer time from now on,

free from worry.

But I do worry.

I worry the divorce

has changed things.

Can she play her role in

the county as a social pariah?

Or...

[grunts]

...should I s-stay on

for a few years

until things settle down?

Lady Mary will be a kind

and reliable landlord,

so her place in the county

will soon be secure again.

You think she could manage?

I know she could manage very

well, milord, and so do you.

Why don't you grab

that one on the end?

-Pickwick Papers, sir.

-Oh.

Excuse me.

Really.

I think a day at Ascot

will be good for us all.

MARY:

Not for me.

The gates of the Royal

Enclosure will be firmly shut.

EDITH:

But you must come.

Uh, tell her, Bertie.

I'm, I'm going to arrange

lunch for us in White's tent.

So you won't have to go

near the Enclosure.

I'll keep you company.

The Enclosure holds

no delight for me.

What about you, Mr. Sambrook?

Do you enjoy these odd

English rituals?

I do. Very much.

Edith will line up

plenty of Royal Highnesses

to add to the fun.

Boy, I'm feeling rather jealous,

but, uh, not jealous enough

to risk joining you.

No, I'm gonna stay here

and peruse Mr. Charles Dickens.

-[cheering]

-[laughing]

-MAN: Ten shillings on...

-There you go, sir.

Come on, ladies and gentlemen!

Here we go!

[crowd chatter]

[cheering]

[shouting, cheering]

Columbus Boy seems

to be doing terribly well.

Is that the one there?

-Green and white. The green

and white. -Green and white.

Come on, Meadows Barron!



[shouting, cheering]

[cheering]

Oh.

[indistinct chatter]

Was he the favorite?

Shouldn't you wait to see

if there's a steward's inquiry?

Not when it's second last.

[Edith laughs]

Shall we go

to the Royal Enclosure?

Don't make him wait

any longer, Bertie.

-He's panting for it.

-[Gus chuckles]

I would like to see it.

Uh, go, all of you.

We'll stay here.

You sure?

I am.

-Two pounds on Bosworth to win.

-Bosworth it is.

[crowd chatter]

Tom Branson.

John Bevan,

as I live and breathe.

I thought you were still

in New York.

Well, so I was

till about a month ago.

Tell me, that man

you were with earlier,

does he still call himself

Gus Sambrook?

Why? Do you know him?

I'm very sorry to say I do.

[low conversations]

Can I give you a card in case

you're ever in New York?

If we'd known you were coming,

we could have given

you all luncheon.

BERTIE: Don't worry,

Your Royal Highness.

We were happy in White's tent

with my father-in-law.

Is Lord Grantham here?

He's with Lady Hexham's sister.

I'm afraid Lady Mary is having

rather a difficult time.

We shouldn't talk about that

in front of Lady Petersfield.

I did what I had to do.

Lady Mary will be just fine.

Of course she will, but those

are the rules we live by.

Cora.

Tom, where have you been?

EDITH:

What's wrong?

I have some news for all of you.

It's about Sambrook.

He's a confidence trickster

of the worst sort,

and it looks like Harold

has been his target

and his latest victim.

-Why hasn't he been prosecuted?

-He was.

Some sharp lawyers got him off

on a technicality,

but he's a crook all the same.

He should have done ten years.

He kept Harold out

of the crash to gain his trust,

then stole the money.

And now he's trying

to get more from us.

-You're sure of all this?

-Quite sure.

Bevan was a witness

at the trial.

I'm going to speak

to Mr. Sambrook.

What formidable daughters

we have.

Have you only just noticed?

Tom, let's get you a drink.

You've earned it.

Are you surprised Sambrook's

turned out to be a bad'n?

I can't decide.

I feel sorry for Uncle Harold.

Sambrook could probably

have fooled any of us.

He certainly nearly fooled me.

I know you're not going back

to Downton tonight with Mama.

She said you want

a second look at a house

you've found for us all.

Not a house.

A flat.

I might stay and come with you.

Would you like that?

Very much.

But please be open-minded.

You can be when you try.

I will try.

Very hard.

[horse sputtering softly]

EDITH: You have a horse

in the next race?

GUS:

That's right.

There she is.

I do hope

you've enjoyed today...

...but please enlighten me.

I'm told you not only stole

the money Harold

entrusted to you

but that you now plan to steal

what's left of Mama's estate.

And it's not the first time,

is it?

I'm told you used the chaos

after the crash

to cheat your way

into a fortune.

I'm sure you know

how preposterous that is.

Furthermore, according to some,

you were nearly convicted

of theft and fraud in New York.

I was not convicted.

I was found not guilty.

On a technicality.

Now Mary says you slept

with her in London

and you're threatening

to tell the world.

She doesn't care, of course--

classic Mary-- but I care.

I didn't threaten.

-I was joking.

-[scoffs]

She must have misunderstood.

I know you think we're all

much stupider than you.

-I've never suggested that.

-But I'm sure you realize

Lord Hexham and I have

a little social power.

Maybe in a perfect world

we wouldn't, but we do.

What are you saying?

Only that if I hear of any

threat from you to my mother,

to my uncle, to my sister,

to anyone, in fact,

I promise Lord Hexham

will make you untouchable.

-You wouldn't do that.

-Wouldn't we?

Try us.

[horse snorts]

Then you have to find another

place for your playground.

England will be dead to you.

So the new contacts

you've been making all day

will avail you to nothing.

Have I made myself clear?

Oh, dear.

It's not your lucky day,

is it, Mr. Sambrook?

[bell ringing]

Your race is about to begin.

Maybe your horse will turn

things around for you.

[ringing]

[crowd cheering]

See that one!

Come on!

[cheering]

Come on.

Come on, Hasteway!

Come on, Hasteway, go!

[Bertie laughing]

Which one were you,

Mr. Sambrook?

The guy in spots.

Oh, well,

better luck next time, eh?

GUS:

I'm glad I found you.

I'm leaving,

and you're the only one

I wanted to say goodbye to.

Do you know what saddens me?

You probably don't even

remember the names

of the men and women

whose lives you've ruined.

Well, I hope I haven't

ruined yours.

Goodbye, Mr. Sambrook.

[snoring]

[snoring continues]

-[loud clattering]

-[gasps, grunts]

Oy, no one could say The

Pickwick Papers is too short.

No, sir.

Is there a m*rder mystery

I could read?

Agatha Christie,

something like that?

There might be some

in the nursery.

They're catching the last train,

so they don't want dinner, just

sandwiches and a glass of wine.

So, what's Mr. Levinson

gonna do with all this?

[sighs]

I should think he'll make

light work of it.

This one over here.

[keys jingling]

[door closes]

[lock clicking]

[dog growling]

Please come in.

MARY:

Thank you.

[footsteps]

So, this is how the world ends.

Not with a bang

but with a whimper.

-[muffled thumping, talking]

-What's that?

I don't know.

The family upstairs.

"The family upstairs"?

What about downstairs?

Is a family there, too?

I don't know if it's a family.

How peculiar.

A sort of layer cake

of strangers.

And what about

when I want to go up to bed?

You don't go up. You go along.

ROBERT:

Extraordinary.

Isn't it odd to live in

a building full of strangers?

You sleep in a house

of strangers

at every sh**ting party.

I know you think

I've been holding you back.

-Well, I...

-You're right.

So is Tom.

I did encourage you

to take control,

but it's hard to accept

that it's time to go.

Families like ours

must keep moving to survive.

One day, George will say

it's time for me to go.

I won't be spared, either.

You're not very sentimental,

are you?

The hereditary system

can't afford to be sentimental.

But now it's time

to think of things

for you and Mama to enjoy.

More travel, more London.

No more Downton.

Nonsense.

You'll be the minence grise,

the power behind the throne.

No, I won't.

You'll be the power

on the throne.

[footsteps approaching]

MARY:

Thank you.

We'll let you know...

If you can sell Grantham House,

we'll take it.

Very good, my lord.

BATES:

If Lady Mary does take over,

will she want her parents

to move out?

You'll have to ask her.

You mean you're not

gonna tell me?

But is that right?

Should wives have secrets

from their husbands?

Definitely.

But not the other way around.

[laughs quietly]

If they do go,

where would that leave us,

with you working for Lady Mary

and me with His Lordship?

[sighs]

Whatever happens, we'll find

a way to make it work.

After all, we'll soon have

a new life to think of.

Very true, Mrs. Bates.

-[chuckling]

-[buzzing]

There they are.

-[crowd chatter]

-[hammer banging]

We need to decide

who'll present the final cup

for the Local Hero.

Have you a candidate in mind?

I thought perhaps that

this year I might present it.

Oh, no.

We couldn't possibly ask you.

Not with everything else

you have to do.

No, I thought I would ask

Lady Mary Talbot.

Definitely not.

She is known for her interest

in the future of farming.

She's also a divorce

and a figure of scandal.

I should think

her very presence at the show

would make most decent women

feel uneasy.

Decent women are tougher

than you think,

and marriages fail

in the best society.

Ask Henry VIII.

I see. So we're living in

a moral cesspit now, are we?

Lady Mary Talbot

is a responsible,

intelligent and generous woman.

We would be lucky to have her.

Don't you agree, Mrs. Parker?

Well, I work in the kitchen,

so I don't know her

as Mr. Carson does,

but I haven't got

any complaints.

I'm not interested

in the opinions

of a toadying kitchen maid

or a bootlicking butler,

and it will be

a cold day in hell

before Lady Merton's divorced

ex-daughter-in-law

gives away our prizes.

Please, say what

you really think.

I doubt you're ready for that.

Humph.

Never leave me alone with him.

I'm not much help.

He hates me.

But you're a great help.

Oh, you should have rung,

milady.

I wanted to ask

if everything's ready

for Mr. Coward's dinner.

If Daisy cooked blindfold

for the king in his palace,

she'd not let anyone down.

High praise from you,

Mrs. Patmore.

Only it's our first party

since Lady Mary's troubles,

and I do want it

to be a success.

But she didn't come back

with you?

She's showing His Lordship

a flat.

Oh, th-that sounds

like a big step.

It is.

Might we have tea

on the terrace, do you think?

Of course, milady.

Um...

it's a big step for me and all.

Oh. Retiring?

After 50 years

and going to live

in your cottage with Mr. Mason.

I should think so.

Mm, no. That's-that's not

what I meant.

What did you mean?

[sighs]

Well, you're right.

I've never lived with Mr. Mason.

Not... properly.

Not yet.

Oh.

I see.

And I wondered,

since you sent me to Mr. Carson

all that time ago...

I'm not going to question

Mr. Mason.

Only I'm nervous.

If he should want us to...

you know, uh...

And from what he's said,

I think he might.

You mustn't be nervous.

Why not?

Because I'll tell you one thing.

It's terrific fun.

[both laughing]

-Oh, yes.

-[laughing continues]

Are you sure?

EDITH: Tom knows

what he's talking about.

If Sambrook isn't a convicted

felon, he should be.

How did he convince you

to part with so much?

[sighs]

It was the Argentinian currency.

Gus said the exchange rates

from gold to paper

offered by the Banco de Crdoba

were yielding far higher profits

than anything

on the stock market.

And you took his word for it?

Well, he was very convincing,

so I gave him the money

to put into the company

making the deal.

But shortly afterwards,

he told me

the company had collapsed

and all the money was gone.

Who knows if there

was a company?

-[Harold sighs]

-But we can be sure

that the money made its way

into Mr. Sambrook's pockets.

Why did you bring him

to England?

Well, he had his horse,

as you know,

and he said if we...

persuaded Cora

to give us what was left,

he'd double the amount I'd lost.

Can we take him to law?

Prosecution in this sort

of case is notoriously hard.

After all,

Harold agreed to everything.

I'm afraid it's gone.

I can't believe I was so naive.

[footsteps approaching]

Oh, here they are now.

Well, you must be worn out

after your journey.

-I am.

-Well, Robert, how was it?

Are you all right, Uncle Harold?

Not when I've been

as big a fool as a man can be.

Mm. It was rather a shock

to us all.

We'll find a way

to cheer you up.

Some neighbors are coming

for dinner before the show.

Won't they take one look at me

and run for the hills?

Don't be silly.

Thank you.

The stately homes of England.

-How beautiful they stand.

-[chuckles]

Where are you going?

In this house,

my place is in the kitchens.

Well, then we'll all go

together.

-Good afternoon.

-Oh, Thomas.

-[exclaiming]

-[chuckling]

-MRS PATMORE: Oh, Mr. Dexter.

-Hello.

Mr. Coward,

this is a great honor.

NOEL:

Not at all.

We had to meet Thomas's

partners in crime.

You should say hello

to Lord and Lady Grantham.

Did you work with Thomas?

CARSON:

I did.

Mr. Parker has just started.

As the butler.

So you've retired now,

Mr. Carson?

Well, you wouldn't think it

from the time he spends here.

At least you're still around,

Mrs. Patmore.

Oh, only until now.

Daisy's cooking dinner tonight.

By tomorrow morning,

I'll have retired as well.

So bring your complaints to me.

-What a merry-go-round.

-[women laughing quietly]

Daisy, you look very familiar.

-I'm sure I don't.

-Yes, you do.

Very familiar indeed.

You should go up.

And you're staying down here?

Well, we can't change how

England works in one afternoon.

We'll see about that.

[Mrs. Patmore

and Mrs. Hughes laughing]

They'll be in

the music room at 8:00.

I'll let Mr. Dexter know.

-Goodness.

-[laughing]

Have they arrived?

Mr. Molesley,

you're in good time.

DAISY:

You've just missed them.

Mr. Dexter remembered me.

Well, I look forward to him

introducing me to Noel Coward.

[laughing]

[laughing and exclaiming]

[door opens]

Oh, I'm so sorry.

I must have miscounted.

I thought this was my room.

I don't believe so.

Unless they're planning

a cozy night for us both.

Oh. [laughing] Mr. Coward.

You know, it's good of you

to come all this way.

It'll make a real difference.

Oh?

Oh, to Mary's rebirth.

Was she punished

for her divorce?

It hasn't been easy,

but you're about to make it

a whole lot easier.

That's my role.

To spread sunshine

wherever I go.

Edith tells me no one can refuse

the chance of meeting you.

The sprat to catch the mackerel.

Mm, the mackerel

to catch the sprats.

See you at dinner.

[chuckling]

Milady.

ROBERT:

What are these?

I wanted ideas

for the Dower House.

Really?

You may want to sit down.

[sniffs]

If you like.

But I'm not going to fight you.

On what?

Our moving into the Dower House.

That is a surprise.

Why?

It's a good idea.

When will it be ready?

It's ready now.

I've had it cleaned

and put all the things back.

[chuckles]:

Oh. You have been busy.

I have,

and your understanding makes

things a great deal easier.

[laughs softly]

I'd say my favorite

is Madeleine Carroll.

She's never let the stardom

go to her head.

I saw her in American Prisoner.

Mm. We talk about England

whenever we're together.

The three of us.

And Miss Dalgleish, is she well?

Yes, but she doesn't mingle

with the English much.

She has been reborn

as an American.

Do you dine with these people?

Of course I do, Mr. Carson.

It's a bit unconventional,

Mr. Barrow.

You can allow Mr. Carson that.

I suppose actors and servants

are not so very far removed.

Mr. Barrow isn't a servant now.

BARROW:

Well, I'm still the organizer.

I make sure things run smoothly.

What would you call that?

I've got a few suggestions.

Charlie.

I'd better get back to the duck.

[birds chirping]

[door opens]

Good. You look just right.

Are you checking

before I go down?

Maybe.

I didn't want any trace

of sackcloth and ashes.

You mean you're trying

to relaunch me

as socially desirable?

Why are you always in a contest

for who wins the prize?

You're much tougher

than you used to be.

Has being a great lady

given you armor?

So you could force Sambrook

not to cheat Mama?

I almost feel sorry for him.

Almost.

You can't be grateful, can you?

Ooh. Are we going

to have a fight?

There's no point fighting you.

You never admit

when you've lost.

I'll admit it now.

I've been very lost

for a while...

but I think I'm coming out

of it at last.

Thank God for that.

A perfect martini is made

by filling a glass with gin

and then waving it in

the general direction of Italy.

[laughter]

-Mr. Levinson.

-Oh.

No, no, no, these things

really are delicious.

-Never too early for

a c*ck. -HAROLD: Finally.

CORA:

What's Molesley doing here?

Isn't he writing films

these days?

Search me.

-EDITH: Who knows? [chuckles]

-GUY: Lady Mary.

Come and meet Noel.

Oh, I thought it was

just a few locals.

It's so good of you

to come all this way.

It's wonderful to be back here

and to see you looking so well.

I was talking earlier to

your uncle about your divorce.

What happened?

Well, I doubt I'll be asked

that again tonight.

Or is it research for a play?

Maybe.

But don't worry

if you'd rather not say.

No, I'll say.

We fought like cats.

He wanted to be kingpin,

but I was the heiress

and he was just the husband.

He hated that.

How intriguing.

Mr. Coward must be

used to being served

the best food in England.

Maybe, but Mr. Molesley read

in Picturegoer

that his favorite

is bangers and mash.

DAISY:

Well, tonight he's getting

coquilles Saint Jacques

and Gressingham duck,

and he better like it.

Mr. Coward,

can you say what's next?

-I have an idea for a sort

of spectacle with music. -Mm.

-With the Titanic on stage...

-[Lady Manville gasps]

...and the world

in the grip of the w*r.

Oh, I like the sound of that.

Uh, two of my cousins died

on the Titanic,

so I may find it hard

to sing along.

But we all lost people

we loved in the w*r,

and yet wonderful plays

have come out of it.

I'm sure you'll have a long run.

Oh, no. Noel hates long runs.

Only if I'm in them.

Three months,

then on to the next thing.

-That's my way.

-Hmm.

-Excuse me.

-Oh.

[low conversations]

I suppose this is

all your doing.

Mine and Mama's,

and Anna helped, too.

All to bring me in

from the cold.

To show you still have

a life in Yorkshire.

And with patience, you can

have one in London again, too.

I am very grateful.

Don't be.

You're my sister.

-I'm gonna...

-Bye.

-Ah.

-GUY: Thanks, old boy.

[gasps]

-Hurry up.

-Yes, Mrs. Parker.

There's lots to do.

I'm relying on you.

-Now quarter the melon.

-Right away.

DAISY: They won't eat it,

but make it look nice.

I hope your presence here

means you have happy memories

of Downton.

Very.

Downton changed my life.

-EDITH: I'm glad.

-[whispering]: I don't get it.

He's playing with me.

He's pretending not to know me.

I don't approve

of long speeches,

you'll be happy to hear, but I

couldn't let this evening pass

without some thanks

to you all for coming.

Mary has been through

some testing times lately,

and your friendship

has never meant more to her,

to all of us, than it does now.

You should know

that from now on,

she will be

the mistress of Downton.

You may even be glad

since you will no longer

be dealing with me.

-[scattered chuckling]

-Cora and I have decided

to move into the Dower House

while Mary presides here.

She knows this estate

better than I do

and loves it quite as much.

I can promise with all my heart

that she is more than worthy

of the position

that she has been called to.

You've been good neighbors

to Cora and me,

and I hope you still will be,

but the future of Downton Abbey

is now in Mary's and, later,

George's hands.

May God bless them.

I give you Mary and George.

ALL:

Mary and George.

-That was marvelous.

-Well done, Robert.

Now let's go through together.

All this Queen Mary talk

kind of makes you forget

her grandfather

was in dry goods.

Can I help you

with anything more, sir?

Haven't we all finished?

I expect you're puzzled

to see me.

Uh...

Joseph Molesley.

I...

I wrote the film.

Oh, of course.

But you're a footman again now.

Never mind, old chap.

It's a fickle business.

-Oh...

-Guy.

Go and invite Barrow to join us.

What? Upstairs?

Oh, he doesn't

work here anymore,

and for you, he's clearly

more a friend than a servant.

You're right.

The old divisions don't seem

to mean as much as they did.

I'm not convinced

they ever meant much to you.

Can I come with you?

Why?

Well, he wants

to see their faces

when you make the suggestion.

This way, Noel.

All I wanted

was to meet Mr. Coward,

and now he thinks I'm a footman.

CARSON:

The last supper.

Oh, no, don't get up.

Thomas, Lady Mary wonders

if you'd like some coffee

or a drink.

Lady Mary wants Mr. Barrow

to join her upstairs?

Well, he doesn't work here

and he's in the house now

as a pal of mine.

That's true.

This really is the night

that shook the world.

Oh.

I suppose you think

Lady Mary's lost

her moral compass, Mr. Carson.

Perhaps we should all have

a different compass these days.

Well, are you coming?

Do you think I should?

I certainly do.

[chuckles softly]

Right.

Cheer up, Mr. Molesley.

You've a good marriage.

You're a successful

screenwriter.

Isn't that something?

Wait a minute.

So, you wrote The Gambler?

I did, yes.

Well, you were lucky with Guy.

Writers can wait years

before they get a cast

that shows them at their best.

I-I do know that,

and I know that it's an honor

to have you here, Mr. Coward.

[clicks tongue] Oh.

I don't understand,

if you're a writer,

then why are you a footman now?

Oh. It's a... it's a long story.

I hope you've enjoyed

your stay at Downton.

NOEL:

Certainly.

And Lady Mary's

given me an idea.

What do you mean?

Well, she was talking

about her divorce,

and I can see

the play in my head.

Oh, but is it right?

To use what people confide

about their private lives?

Private lives.

Very good.

Thank you, Mr. Molesley.

I'm grateful.

Until the next time.

[grumbling]

But, Joseph, you've made

a good life for us.

A lovely life.

Won't you please

let us be happy?

I will try. I promise.

That's all I ask.

[muffled conversations]

Are you all right?

[whispering]: I wish I was

in the right clothes.

They look perfectly right to me.

[low conversations]

-ROBERT: Good Lord.

-HAROLD: Who is that?

Is that Barrow?

-[talking stops]

-ROBERT: Oh.

Yes, and you're not

to make a thing of it.

Thank you.

ROBERT:

They're very informal.

I suppose that comes

with living in America.

We're all looking forward

to the show.

ISOBEL:

Oh, I hope it's one

that Violet would have

been proud of.

I feel it's the last thing

I could do for her.

-She terrified the daylights

out of me. -[laughing]

Maybe, but in truth,

she was kinder, funnier,

wiser than most people knew.

-Quite irreplaceable.

-HAROLD: Oh, I don't agree.

I think Mary will replace her,

-if she hasn't already.

-Mm.

I do wish you'd sing

for us, Noel.

I never need to be asked twice.

Wonderful.

Should we gather round?

-Noel's going to sing something

for us. -[exclaiming]

-Oh, Mr. Branson.

-Thomas.

Good to see you.

[piano plays gently]

Poor little rich girl

You're a bewitched girl

Better take care

[chuckling]

Laughing at danger

Virtue a stranger

Better beware

Is this funny or impertinent?

Find it funny, please.

The life you lead

sets all your nerves a-jangle

-Your love affairs are in

-[murmuring excitedly]

A hopeless tangle

Though you're a child, dear

Your life's a wild typhoon

-[giggling]

Poor little rich girl

Don't drop a stitch too soon

Very good, Mr. Coward.

Very good.

You're only a baby

You're lonely

And maybe someday soon

you'll know

The tears you are tasting

Are years you are wasting

Life's a bitter foe

NOEL and GUY:

Poor little rich girl

You're a bewitched girl,

better take care

-Ooh. [laughs]

[laughing]

Laughing at danger,

virtue a stranger

Better beware

-Shall I join in?

-Yes.

You're weaving love

into a mad jazz pattern

Ruled by pantaloon

-[chuckling]

Poor little rich girl

Don't drop a stitch

too soon.

-[laughing]

-Bravo!

-Bravo!

-Bravo!

-Bravo.

-HAROLD: Bravo!

We should be off, too,

after a really lovely evening.

But first I want to apologize.

Apologize, Anne? What for?

When you first asked,

we hung back.

It was cowardly.

Convention makes cowards

of us all.

Lady Osborne said

her maid told her

Mr. Coward was coming,

but how did she know?

Our servants always know more

about us than we do about them.

Mary's overcome her trials,

and I'm glad.

I hope she'll thrive

from now on.

I'm not sure I'm cut out

to be the prodigal daughter.

I want my virtues

to be celebrated,

not my sins forgiven.

I should take what you can get.

You're leaving before the show?

Yeah. I'll have left

by the time you get home.

Dinner at Southampton,

then on board the Leviathan

next morning.

Oh, Harold.

I hope I haven't let you down.

Don't be silly.

I'm the one

who's let everyone down.

You trusted me, and I wasn't

worthy of that trust.

You're worthy of my love,

and that won't change.

Wish you weren't so far away.

Well, perhaps I'll move here.

I'm sure I'd be more English

than Robert in a trice.

[laughing]

Let's stay more in touch

in future, and we'll see.

The theater is

a wonderful investment,

if you like a bit of a gamble.

Well, what's the name

of your new show

with the-the Titanic

and the w*r?

I think I'll call it Cavalcade.

Well, I might try my luck

as an angel.

I'm very glad you found someone

to take over from Mrs. Patmore,

but isn't the time coming

when we cook for ourselves,

at least in London?

Certainly not.

One day, the 20th century

will catch up with you, Mary,

-and swallow you whole

in a single bite. -[chuckles]

-Not if I see it coming.

-[door opens]

Uh, here's a surprise for you.

I'd like to persuade Cora

we should invest

in Mr. Coward's new play.

I hope you don't value

your shirt.

NOEL:

Nonsense, Guy.

Haven't you heard? I'm a genius.

It's been a productive visit.

In fact, Lady Mary's given me

an idea for a comedy.

No, I can't think how.

It's about a divorced couple

who are still in love,

but they drive each other mad.

What do you think?

I think I'm not still in love,

and I'm not quite ready

to find divorce hilarious.

You know, I'm gonna miss

Downton when I go.

But you love America.

Oh, yes. And we're always being

told that Europe is yesterday

and America's tomorrow,

but, uh, I don't know.

Sometimes I feel like the past

is a more comfortable place

than the future.

[birds chirping]

How proud your father would be.

I hope that's true.

Shouldn't you be at the show?

I came to ask my son for luck

before I go.

Can I give you a lift?

That would be kind. Thank you.

[engine starting]

Mr. Dexter must have been

so grateful to you

for writing the film.

Well, the best playwright

in the world is nothing

without good actors.

I've learned that much at least.

[gears grinding]

-Here we go.

-[laughing]

Oh, oh.

-[engines stops]

-Oh.

[engine starting]

-[engine stops]

-[gasps] -Uh...

-[engine starting]

-Sorry.

Uh...

[Molesley whimpering]

[band playing "Slaidburn"

by William Rimmer]

CARSON: Good afternoon,

ladies and gentlemen,

and welcome to the

Yorkshire County Show, 1930.

We hope you all have

a wonderful afternoon.

Where have you been?

Are you all right?

You look a bit shaken.

Molesley drove me.

And on behalf of

our new president, Lady Merton,

we hope you're all enjoying

the new additions.

The fairground I see

is proving very popular.

-[bell dings]

-[gasps] Oh.

[calliope music playing]

[applause]

[quiet chatter]

[pig snorting]

CARSON: The sheep shearing

demonstration is taking place

right now at the south end

of the County Show ground

in the sheep pens.

[calliope music continues]

Nothing's changed here

since 1850.

Well, you can see

women's ankles now.

[goat bleating]

That's not much use to us.

[chuckling]

[laughter and chattering]

-[laughing]

-EDITH: Anna.

BERTIE:

Afternoon.

Thank you for your help

with the dinner.

It was everyone really, milady.

Well, then,

please thank them all.

-I most certainly will.

-Good day.

In the main arena now,

the judging of

the Highland cattle.

And in the lost children's tent,

there's a young girl

dressed as Guinevere.

She's too shy

to tell us her real name.

Mm.

That's you, that is.

MARY:

Oh, look.

Want to pet him?

CAROLINE:

He's so lovely.

GEORGE:

Hello, Raffi.

CARSON: The main prize giving

will take place

at the end of the show at 4:30

precisely in the marquee.

Take your seats early.

-CARSON: Thank you.

-You have a lovely day.

-[chuckling]

-ISOBEL: Cora.

Mary.

Follow me.

Are you sure?

Shouldn't I just hover

in the shadows?

-Oh, of course not.

-MORELAND: Lady Merton.

There you are.

Lady Grantham.

And, Lady Mary,

I didn't know you were coming.

Let me find you a seat.

Lady Mary is sitting in

the front row with the family.

-Are you sure? Because you have

plenty... -I'm quite sure.

Ah, Lord Grantham.

We have a place

reserved for you.

Ah, how kind, Sir Hector.

How was your dinner last night?

Just a supper, really.

I know all about it.

[hushed]: Hell hath no fury

like a snob scorned.

CORA:

Congratulations, Mr. Anderson.

-Ah.

-Thank you so much. Thank you.

And now our final prize today

for our Local Hero.

But first, as a tribute

to my predecessor,

we have renamed this

the Violet Grantham Cup.

[applause]

When was that decided?

And I would like to invite

Lady Mary...

-Ah.

-...to present it.

What?

Quite right! Go on!

[clears throat quietly]

Firstly, I can't explain

how much your support today

means to me.

But I want you to know

that you are, all of you,

more important to me

than I can say.

Now, this prize is for someone

who's made a real difference.

A farmer for 60 years

until his retirement.

It gives me great pleasure

to present the cup

to Mr. Albert Mason.

Huh?

Oh. Go, go, go, go, go. Go. Now.

[cheering]

Oh. Thank you very much.

MASON:

Well, thank you.

Uh, thanks so...

Thanks to you all

for this great honor,

and thanks to Lady Mary,

the new mistress

of Downton Abbey.

Like all of us, I wish her well.

[cheering]

Well, everyone seems

very happy, Sir Hector.

When standards

are lowered this far,

that is usually the case.

We just had to be patient.

[birds chirping]

[clocks ticking]

[door opens]

I'm all but finished, milady.

Mr. and Mrs. Bates

will go ahead,

and it should all be ready

when you arrive.

You're kind

to have allowed this.

Not really.

You know Mrs. Bates well,

and, of course,

I'm glad to work for Lady Mary.

She'll need all the support

she can get.

She'll not be disappointed.

Not if I can help it.

Thank you, Baxter.

So, off we go

for our next adventure.

I'm looking forward to it,

milord.

I'm honored to be doubling

as valet and butler.

I won't let you down.

Do you ever think

of where it all began, Bates?

That day at Tugela Heights,

under General Buller,

waiting to march on Ladysmith?

To be honest, milord,

I didn't think we'd get

out of that alive.

I wouldn't have done

without you.

-I don't know.

-I do.

I know it very well.

You took a b*llet for me,

and I think about it often.

I wanted to catch you

before you left.

I was just coming up

to say goodbye.

We'll see a lot of each other,

even if your new duties

keep you busy.

I'll look forward to that,

milady.

But... I do have one thing

I'd like to ask, if I may.

Of course. What is it?

When the baby's born,

might you consider

being the godmother?

I should be honored.

That means so much

to me, milady.

So much.

Now, I think I've told

Miss Baxter

all she needs to know.

I'm sure you have,

but I'll still depend on you.

You know that.

I think we all depend

on each other, milady.

The way people should.

TOM: We'll just say goodbye

to Robert and Cora and Mary,

and then we'll be off.

Ah. I'll say goodbye now.

I promised Lucy

we wouldn't be back too late.

You've been so helpful, Tom.

With all of it.

You know I'll never be

off the telephone,

asking advice.

I doubt I can offer much

you don't know already,

but I'll always be happy

to help.

Goodbye, darling. [kisses]

Sybil would be so proud of you.

Goodbye, Aunt Mary.

Dear Sybbie.

I had good news in the post.

Good news for you anyway.

An offer on Grantham House.

I didn't know things

had gone that far.

You were right.

It was time.

We should go.

They're all waiting.

We've decided to walk.

MARY:

Come along, George.

Goodness. Thank you.

Like the old days.

[Mrs. Patmore chuckling]

The kitchen staff weren't

included in the old days.

That was then, this is now.

I'm glad to see you,

Mrs. Patmore.

I heard you were going, milady,

and I-I wanted to say goodbye.

Thank you, milady.

Please thank Mr. Mason

for what he said at the show.

I will, milady.

Ooh.

[laughs, snorts quietly]

Mm.

It was very kind of His

Lordship to lend us the car.

I think you've earned it.

ROBERT:

And my plan was to swing

through that window up there...

Would you like a visit

to the Dower House

to help you settle in?

Give us a few days,

and we'd love it.

MARY:

Off they go.

EDITH: Yes.

We really must be going, too.

You ready?

-I am.

-[engine starting]

ANDY:

Right. Back to work.

[low conversations]

ANDY:

Mr. Carson.

Thank you.

Please say

you're not sorry to leave.

I'm not.

We've done our duty.

I've given half my life

to Downton,

and I'm glad I have some left

to give to you.

I think we'll be happy

living in the Dower House.

Sharing it with Mama's ghost.

She's part of our story.

And it's all part of our story.

And I love you.

That's what makes it

all worthwhile.

-[kisses]

-Give my love to your brother.

Are you sure you won't stay?

We ought to get going.

And I'm eager to see Peter.

And you're pleased with the way

things have worked out?

Every time a place like this

passes to the next generation,

it's a victory in itself.

[kisses]

Long live Downton Abbey.

Amen to that.

["I'll See You Again"

by Noel Coward playing]

I'll see you again

Whenever spring

breaks through again

Time may lie heavy between

But what has been

Can leave me never

Your dear memory

Throughout my life

will come to me

Though my world

has gone awry

Though the years

my tears may dry

I shall love you till I die

Goodbye.

[song fades]

[music ends]
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