(explosion echoes, gunfire rings out) Sir!

ROBERT: It appears that a few days ago, Captain Crawley was wounded.

DAISY: What about William?

ANNA: Her ladyship said it sounded bad.

MARY: A shell landed near them.

Not good news, I'm afraid.

ROBERT: You mean he won't walk again?

Go home.

As my future wife, you're entitled to be in my debt.

Haven't you ever made a mistake?

Not on this scale.

You're back.

Mother... WILLIAM: Daisy, would you ever marry me now?

You always said I wouldn't have to marry him when it came to it.

He doesn't need none of us no more.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ (bell chiming) ♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ MARY: I shall have arms like Jack Johnson if I'm not careful.

I'm strong enough to wheel myself.

I'll be the judge of that.

Morning.

I keep thinking about William.

How he should be here.

Not exactly instead of me, but sacrifice should be rewarded.

He was the brave one.

You were both brave.

And I don't think we can say "should" about things that happen in war.

It just happens, and we should live with it.

Ought I to be jealous?

I'm sorry, what were we talking about?

I was asking about Haxby Park.

I'm taking Mary over there tomorrow.

EDITH: Our Haxby Park?

Why, are the Russells selling?

Not officially, but I'm told they're open to offers.

Sad.

The Russells and the Crawleys have been neighbors for centuries.

They're not living there anymore.

It'll be strange for Mary.

She's been going to that house ever since she was a little girl in a party dress.

We all have.

There's nowhere better near Downton.

I'm not sure how comfortable it is.

Well, it'll be comfortable when I'm finished with it.

Central heating, modern kitchens, bathrooms with every bedroom-- it's all possible.

Sounds more like an hotel.

Major Clarkson.

CLARKSON: Good morning, Lord Grantham.

Lady Edith.

Sir.

We've had a request.

A Canadian major has asked to come here because of a family link with the house.

We've taken officers from his regiment before, but I wanted to be sure you'd no objection.

What's his name?

Gordon.

Patrick Gordon.

He was with Princess Patricia's Canadian Light Infantry at Passchendaele.

Caught in a blast and burned rather badly, I believe.

Ah, poor fellow.

Well, he's perfectly welcome.

I'm not aware of how we are connected, but you never know.

Sir.

JANE: I've never worked in a house where a valet and a housemaid were wed.

O'BRIEN: I hope it doesn't break us up.

Having you two set apart in a home of your own, all special.

While the rest of us muddle on for ourselves.

Why?

Because we've all been such pals until now?

Give her time.

CORA: Matthew's making such progress.

I think so.

But are we doing enough for him, for all of them, when it comes to rehabilitation?

They're going to have to face a very different world after the war.

I agree, but they'll all be leaving Downton soon.

Leaving?

Well, Turkey's about to capitulate and Robert says Vittorio Veneto will finish Austria.

So it's only a matter of weeks, even days, before it's over.

We wouldn't send anyone home too soon, of course, but sometime in the new year, we will have our house back.

So you want it just to be a private house again?

Well, shouldn't she?

Or would you like to abolish private houses?

Well, that life of changing clothes and killing things and eating them, do you really want it again?

Wouldn't you rather Downton was useful?

Oh, but the house is useful.

We provide employment, and... Oh, please let me look into keeping it open as a center for recovery.

I could run it.

The house could be so much more than it was before.

What about you, Molesley?

Are you looking forward to this brave new world of Mrs.

Crawley's imaginings?

I'm glad of my job, m'lady, and I should very much like to hold on to it, with Mrs.

Crawley's permission.

Servants are always far more conservative than their employers.

Everyone knows that.

Then I must be the exception that proves the rule.

♪ ♪ EDITH: Hello.

My name's Edith Crawley... Lady Edith Crawley, I know.

Second daughter of the house.

In charge of non-medical welfare.

So whatever you need in the way of errands run or books to read, then I'm your man.

Thank you.

I-I hope this doesn't put you off.

I can assure you, at this stage there isn't much that puts me off.

Did they tell you we're related?

Uh, yes, but I'm afraid I'm not much good at family history, although Papa's found an aunt in 1860 who married a Gordon.

Perhaps that's a clue.

No, that isn't it.

Well, as I say, I'm hopeless.

I-I thought you'd recognize my voice, but, of-of course I sound Canadian now.

You mean we've met before?

It was a long time ago.

Edith, I need you.

♪ ♪ It just explains what you're entitled to.

That's kind, but let's face it, I'm not a widow, am I?

Not really.

Of course you are.

No, I'm not.

How long was I married?

Six hours?

Seven?

I shouldn't have taken his name, except it were what he wanted.

Well.

I'll leave it with you.

MRS.

PATMORE: Daisy, it wouldn't please William if you don't take what's owing.

He wanted you to be looked after.

No, you made me a liar while he was alive.

You'll not make me be false to his memory.

(scrubbing, pots clattering in background) (knock at door) You can leave me, Brooks.

Yes, sir.

Mr.

Bates said you wanted to see me, sir.

Ah, yes.

I asked you up here because I want to offer you a job.

I have a job, sir.

Yes, of course you do, I'm sure you enjoy it.

I-I don't mean to suggest I am offering a better one.

Thank you.

Although it would mean a considerable increase in salary.

(Carson clears throat) Lady Mary and I intend to buy a home near Downton.

It's a long way from London, but I've made enough money to please myself these days.

I know she holds you in high regard.

I believe she would very much appreciate your help when she first sets up house as a bride.

You mean you wish me to leave Downton Abbey and transfer... Tomorrow we go to see Haxby Park.

If we buy it, we'll take on the whole 12,000 acres.

No doubt, you will discover many interesting walks to enjoy.

Of course it's run down, but there's nothing wrong with it that money can't fix.

So?

What do you think?

One thing I must ask: Is Lady Mary aware that you have approached me?

Not yet.

I wanted to surprise her.

She thinks highly of you, Carson.

I hope I won't be taking on a rival.

I await Lady Mary's instruction.

(door opens) VIOLET: I don't dislike him.

I just don't like him, which is quite different.

Did he talk about Haxby?

He's got ghastly plans for the place.

Of course Cora doesn't agree.

I'm an American.

I don't share your English hatred of comfort.

Downton's comfortable enough for me.

I can't wait to have it back.

CORA: That's if Cousin Isobel allows it.

She turned up today with a hideous list of projects that stretched to 1920 and beyond.

Hmm.

Well surely you can put her off?

I don't know how, once the bit's between her teeth.

Well, change the bridle.

Find a cause that needs her more than Downton.

She's such a martyr.

Then we must tempt her with a more enticing scaffold.

BATES: We're safe.

We've got the decree nisi.

I'm sure it's all right.

Except you're not sure.

Not sure about what?

What about you, Sergeant?

Have you started planning for after the war?

Not really.

Not yet.

I know what you should be doing.

I know what we should all be doing.

Oh, yeah?

What's that?

Hoarding.

It may be wrong, but this rationing is starting to bite.

Even with everyone's books, I'd a battle to get enough sugar for this week.

Are you suggesting the black market, Mrs.

Patmore?

I'm shocked.

Oh, I doubt that very much.

I'm sorry I couldn't get down this week, but we've had a houseful.

Who's looking after the baby?

My neighbor, and she's lent me her bike so I can get back.

(door slams) Ah, well you'd best be off.

♪ ♪ (gasps) CORA: I can't, darling.

I've got too much work.

But if Mary's out with Carlisle and Edith's going to Mama's, I'll be on my own.

What about Sybil?

Sybil is on duty.

(sighs) I wish you'd told me.

I could have fixed something up for myself.

You could always ask Major Clarkson to join you, if you really can't be on your own for one luncheon.

I'll manage.

MARY (echoing): It's so empty.

I didn't know they'd gone.

They've given up.

MARY: You can't blame them.

When Billy was killed, it knocked the stuffing out of them completely.

What will we do about furniture and pictures and everything?

What does anyone do?

Buy it, I presume.

Your lot buys it.

My lot inherits it.

We ought to be getting back.

Why?

What's at Downton that needs your attention so urgently?

So... shall we rescue it?

Shall we give the house another chapter?

Well, I suppose one has to live somewhere.

You're telling me we've been feeding Ethel for some time?

We have, m'lady.

Well, supplementing her food.

I didn't think you'd mind, what with the baby and all, but Mr.

Carson suggested you'd like to be informed, all the same.

Carson is right, Mrs.

Hughes.

But the girl was our employee, and while she was in the wrong... Indeed she was.

Men will always be men, but for any young woman to let her judgment so desert her... CORA: She's not the first girl to be taken in by a uniform.

And don't worry, Carson, the baby will ensure she pays the price.

Has she tried to get the father to assume some responsibility?

She's tried and failed, I'm afraid.

I wonder, if I were to write to Major Bryant, inviting him to visit us again, maybe Lord Grantham can prevail on his good nature.

I'm not sure he's got one to prevail on.

Satisfied?

I feel sorry for Ethel, but I cannot condone her inability to pronounce a simple two-letter word: "No."

The wine delivery should have been here by 12:00.

Get me out of the dining room when they come.

Serve the main course and let Jane finish.

He won't mind.

Has Carson abandoned me?

He's dealing with a wine delivery, m'lord.

Shall I fetch him?

No, no.

I dare say we'll manage.

I hope you're happy here and that your family arrangements are not proving too complicated.

Your lordship has a good memory.

All our lives are lived around our children.

How old is your son?

Oh... Twelve, m'lord.

Is he at the local school?

He is.

But he's trying for a scholarship to Ripon Grammar.

Ah, is that a realistic prospect?

I think so.

He has a real talent for mathematics, and his teachers believe it's worth a try.

Well done, him.

I'm impressed.

Perhaps I can put in a word.

I'm sure I should say he wants to do it all by himself.

But I'm not proud, so if you can say anything, m'lord, then for heaven's sake, do.

(laughing) Jane?

Have you finished in here?

I hope she wasn't talking out of turn, m'lord.

Not at all.

It was my fault.

I asked the questions.

(dog barking) But surely, if his lordship asks him, he must do something?

Why?

What difference will it make?

We're not in the 14th century.

But when he hears that Lord Grantham knows what he's done?

What's he done?

That all young men aren't anxious to do, behind the bicycle sheds every night?

Then what am I going to do?

If Major Bryant doesn't come 'round?

Who knows?

Go to a big city.

Invent a past.

You've broken the rules, my girl, and it's no good pretending they're easily mended.

Mr.

Bates.

There's a telephone call for you.

It's your lawyer.

Shall I come with you?

Lady Mary was looking for you.

When was this?

When she got back from her outing.

Were you going to keep it a secret all day?

Thank you.

Any letters to post?

Look.

I know I've changed, and not for the better, but even so... do you really still not recognize me?

I know.

Why am I being so silly?

It's funny, isn't it?

I came here all the time when I was growing up.

You were here?

At Downton?

♪ ♪ You're not saying you're... Patrick.

Yes, I am.

That's exactly what I'm saying.

I've just been hoping you'd realize, without my having to spell it out.

But Patrick's... Dead?

Drowned on the Titanic?

Of course this must be very hard for you.

BATES: That's ridiculous.

No, I'm sorry.

Of course I'm not saying it's your fault.

It's mine, it's all mine.

Yes, thank you.

Goodbye.

(sighs) She's only gone and told the judge that I paid her to agree to a divorce.

I suppose you did, didn't you?

Yes, I bloody well did.

So what does it mean?

Because we withheld it from the court, it means the judge can withdraw the decree nisi.

It means I'm not divorced after all.

And above all, it means I am a stupid, stupid, stupid man.

This won't change a thing.

We are going to be together, whether she wants it or not.

If we have to leave here, if we have to leave the country, we are going to be together.

I was on the Titanic.

That much is true.

But I was pulled out the water by Fifth Officer Lowe, the only one of them to come back.

At least that's what they said later.

When I properly came 'round, they'd misidentified me as Canadian and shipped me up to Montreal.

I don't understand.

Why didn't you just tell them who you were?

Because I couldn't remember.

I don't know if it was the blow to the head or the shock or the cold, but I had no memory.

As far as I knew, I was Canadian.

So what happened?

Well, I had no reason to go back to England so, in the end, I took my name from a gin bottle.

Then, in 1914, I joined Princess Pat's Infantry.

And what changed?

I was caught in a big explosion at Passchendaele.

When I woke up, it all came back.

Suddenly I knew who I was.

I began to call myself Patrick again.

Why not your whole name?

And why didn't you send a message at once?

I nearly did.

And then I heard that Downton was an officers' convalescent home.

I thought that if I came here and you knew me, the hard part would be over.

But we didn't know you.

Precisely.

I must talk to Papa.

We've Matthew, the new heir, to think about.

Ah.

The new heir, yes.

This will be very difficult for him, of course.

It must be so hard for you, what with Mary getting married.

Did I love her very much?

Well, I'm the wrong person to ask.

Because you were the one who really loved me, you mean?

I never thought Patrick knew.

Well, he did... I-I do.

♪ ♪ MARY: It's big.

The staircase is prettier than the one here, but mainly it's just big.

Can we stop?

I'd much rather see your face when we talk.

So will he buy it?

Probably.

He says he wants to steal Carson to come and run it for us.

I don't envy you telling your papa.

Mm.

Suppose Carson won't do it?

Since he would open his veins for you, I don't think there's much doubt.

I don't have to marry him, you know.

Yes, you do.

If I thought for a moment that I was an argument against your marriage, I should jump into the nearest river.

And how would you manage that without my help?

Well, I'd get you to push me in.

(chuckles) Seriously, I can only relax because I know that you have a real life coming.

If I ever thought I was putting that in jeopardy... I'd go away and never see you again.

You don't mean that.

But I do.

I have nothing to give and nothing to share.

And if you were not engaged to be married... I wouldn't let you anywhere near me.

♪ ♪ CARLISLE: You'd think he was in Mary's sole charge.

I worry it'll mean a big adjustment for him.

When we marry.

I don't believe Matthew has any desire to stop her marrying, Richard.

Quite the contrary.

Maybe.

But is she as convinced as he is that they have no future?

What are you saying?

I suppose I'm asking whether you want Mary to have children.

Because if you do, isn't it time for Lavinia Swire to come back into his life?

SYBIL: I wish I knew how an engine worked.

I can teach you if you'd like.

That's Edith's territory.

I thought you were avoiding me.

Of course not.

But you haven't come up with an answer yet, have you?

Not yet, I'm afraid.

I know you want to play your part in Ireland's troubles, and I respect that, but I just can't think about it all until the war is over.

It won't be long now, so will you wait?

I'd wait forever.

I'm not asking for forever.

Just a few more weeks.

♪ ♪ You know, old Ma Patmore's not as mad as I thought.

Why do you say that?

I've made some enquiries and she's right.

There's a big demand for rationed food if I can find it.

And can you?

Maybe.

I've been given a name.

I'll have to come up with the money, though.

And can you find the money?

I think so.

I've a bit put by.

And I could borrow some.

It's a risk though, isn't it?

You've got to speculate to accumulate.

Hadn't you heard?

No.

But I know the one about neither a borrower nor a lender be.

ROBERT: What do you think?

All the chaps are wearing them in London.

Only for informal evenings, of course.

I'm not sure you'll get much use out of it when the war is over.

(sighs) Maybe not.

But I can wear it when her ladyship and I are on our own.

You're very preoccupied tonight.

(knock at door) Papa, can I have a word?

Now?

What is it?

(door closes) I think you better sit down.

Mm-hmm.

I knew you'd be in here.

Making last-minute adjustments.

Never leave anything to chance, m'lady.

That's my motto.

Mine too, really.

Sometimes I wish it wasn't.

I gather Sir Richard's asked you about coming with us, when we're married.

I need to hear what you think.

It's a terrific idea.

If anyone can keep me out of trouble, it's you.

What about his lordship?

Of course he'll kill me, but I'm sure he'll understand.

Well, I'll give you my answer when you've spoken to his lordship.

It'll be a huge wrench for me to leave Downton.

♪ ♪ (indistinct chatter in background) Major Gordon.

Edith has given me an account of your conversation.

She said she would.

I wish you'd spoken to me first.

Obviously, I need time to consider what you've said.

Well, I can offer little proof, except that I know things only the real Patrick would know.

I was never fingerprinted or anything.

Presumably you understand that people would be seriously affected should your story be true.

You mean Cousin Matthew?

It would be very hard on Matthew.

Of course it would, but Robert, I... I-I mean, Lord Grantham, if you'd prefer it.

I would, until we know more.

When I was in hospital, I had my story written down.

(wincing in pain) So you can have it checked, as far as that's possible.

Thank you.

I'll send it to my lawyers in London and I'll break the news to the family tomorrow.

Where did you learn to do that?

Do what?

Never mind.

Am I really a stranger?

Do you not recognize me at all?

It feels very odd to be talking so formally.

The whole situation is certainly odd.

That I freely admit.

(indistinct chatter in background) (birds chirping) VIOLET: The war may be at an end, but the upheaval is only beginning.

Oh, how right you are.

That is why Downton Abbey still has such an important role to play.

Dear me, there's so much to be done.

When you think of all the children laid up with disease... But they're making such advances now, aren't they?

Now, could we talk about the lecture program for Downton?

If we must, we must.

If only I wasn't haunted by those women whose jobs will be snatched from them when the boys come home.

But we have to find work for our heroes, don't we?

That must be our priority.

Mm.

However hard that might sound.

Mm.

As you say.

And what about those wretched refugees?

What will become of them?

Ah, now you've struck a chord.

Have I, really?

Oh, thank heaven.

What do you mean?

Nothing.

Only the thought of those poor men and women, flung across Europe, far from their homelands and so much in need of your help.

My help?

Why do you say that?

When it comes to helping refugees, your experience renders your value beyond price.

One of the organizers said those words.

Which organizer?

I forget.

But what about running Downton?

I can't do both.

Well I suppose you must decide what is more important: Exercise classes and lectures on pottery or helping men and women build a new life.

I must go.

But I will think about it.

Are you coming to Cousin Robert's dinner tonight?

Are you?

Well, I didn't feel I could say no.

He sent a note this morning, it was most insistent.

What's it about?

I have no idea, but we'll talk there.

We're on to something for you.

We mustn't let the iron grow cold.

Thank you.

You know there is nothing more ill-bred than to steal other people's servants?

But you're not "other people," and Carson brought me up.

What does he say?

That he won't do anything without your permission.

Which of course is so cunning.

How can I refuse a man who says that?

What do you say, Bates?

I say Mr.

Carson must have the last word on where he lives and works.

You're ganging up on me.

You're a darling and I love you.

Now, what's this dinner all about?

Won't you tell me?

You'll find out.

ROBERT: I'm sorry if it's a bit of a crush, I didn't want to be overheard.

Are we talking financial ruin or criminal investigation?

Neither.

I'll get straight to the point.

We have a patient who has been badly burned who goes by the name of Patrick Gordon, but he claims to be Patrick Crawley.

♪ ♪ ISOBEL: But I thought he was dead.

Didn't he drown on the Titanic?

ROBERT: Well, of course it is what we all thought.

Until now.

They never found a body.

They never found lots of bodies.

I'm so sorry, but I'm not quite on top of this.

Who's Patrick Crawley?

The man who would displace me as heir.

If he is alive, then I am no longer the future Earl of Grantham.

MARY: It's ridiculous!

How can it be true?

Where's he been hiding for the last six years?

In Canada, suffering from amnesia.

He does have a story that would explain it.

I'm not quite sure about how to test the facts.

He knows all sorts of things that only Patrick, or someone very close to him, would know.

What a stupid thing to say!

Any fortune teller at a fair comes up with a dozen details he couldn't possibly know.

There's no need to be angry.

This young man is either Patrick or he's not.

There must be a way to find out.

Is he like Patrick to look at?

He isn't like anything to look at.

I've sent his account up to George Murray in London to ask for his advice.

But what a waste of time and money.

EDITH: What's the matter?

We were all so fond of Patrick.

You were going to marry him, for heaven's sake.

Aren't you glad if he survived?

Dear me.

Should I be worried?

Certainly not!

This man is a fake and an imposter.

And I think it's a cruel trick to play, when Matthew's been through so much.

My dear, don't be too quick to decide.

You never know, this might be a blessing in disguise.

What do you mean?

Well, he seems a nice enough chap.

He's not very pretty of course, but he can walk round the estate on his own two legs, and sire a string of sons to continue the line.

All in all, I'd say that's a great improvement on the current situation.

Sybil, could I prevail on you to take me back to my room?

SYBIL: Of course.

♪ ♪ (knock at door) (door opens) CORA: Ah, Mrs.

Hughes.

We've had a letter in the evening post from Major Bryant's father.

He must have found it hard to write, for it seems the major has been killed.

In the Battle of Vittoria Veneto.

How sad.

I'm sorry to hear it.

I know, and right at the end.

But there we are.

I'm afraid it's the end of our story, too.

What story is that, m'lady?

A friend of Mrs.

Hughes knew the major.

Can you relay the news?

Of course.

Will that be all?

Yes, thank you.

Is that the Major Bryant that Ethel always thought so handsome, m'lady?

Too handsome for anyone's good.

I beg your pardon, your lordship.

I thought everyone had gone up.

Not yet.

Is there anything I can fetch you?

Nothing that would help.

♪ ♪ (sighs heavily) Never mind me.

Good night.

(animals chittering) Not a shock exactly, but obviously it was a tremendous surprise.

So what happens next?

Papa has sent your statement up to his solicitor.

What is it?

Do you remember this place?

Of course I do.

How we used to hide over there?

Wasn't there a governess none of you liked?

(giggles) Fraulein Kelder.

That's it.

Fraulein Kelder.

(both laugh) What fun we used to make of her.

Do you know, I do recognize you now.

Do you?

(laughs) You haven't changed at all.

Not a jot.

God knows I have.

It's not important.

Edith, if you really mean it, do you think, once it's all settled, we might talk again?

♪ ♪ But if they've read her ladyship's letter, won't his parents know?

I don't think so.

She only wrote to invite him to pay a visit.

She thought the subject of the baby would come better face to face.

Could I write to them?

You could try, but where's your proof?

With him dead, you've no evidence at all.

Then I'm ruined.

You were ruined already, my girl, so don't let's go overboard.

(baby babbles) How's that new maid getting on?

The widow with the little boy?

Very well, thank you.

Why?

I was just thinking.

Well, everyone wants to help her, to feed her, to find her work, because her son's father is dead.

But so is the father of my son.

Where's the difference?

(sighs, baby crying) The difference is, Jane is a respectable married woman that some man chose to be his wife.

Is that enough?

It is in the real world.

Carson, I wonder if I could be put on the London train at 9:00 tomorrow morning?

His lordship's valet is catching that one.

Would you object to his riding in the front with the chauffeur?

Not at all.

Meanwhile, have you given my proposition any thought?

A great deal, Sir Richard.

I'll be back on the night of the tenth.

Perhaps you could let me have your answer then?

Answer to what?

As to whether Carson will be captain of our ship.

With you at the helm, there's much more chance of a smooth crossing.

Your lordship, I need to go to London tomorrow.

I've spoken to Mr.

Carson, he has no objection.

Please say this concerns property and not the former Mrs.

Bates.

I only wish she was "the former," m'lord, or better still, "the late."

Indeed?

I have to reason with her.

I have no other choice.

She's found a reason to delay things again.

No, not delay.

She's found a way to ruin things.

Be sensible, Bates.

Above all, do not lose your temper.

♪ ♪ A German republic?

No, I don't think so, Mr.

Branson.

The Kaiser will go, I'll grant you, and maybe the crown prince too, but there'll be a regency, mark my words.

Monarchy is the lifeblood of Europe.

Sorry, Mr.

Carson, but I think you'll find the kings and emperors have had their day.

If President Wilson has anything to say about it.

I'll have to go up to London.

But what will you say to her that you haven't said already?

I don't know, but I know that staying here won't make any difference.

O'BRIEN: You're always going up and down to London these days, Mr.

Bates.

I have business in London.

Oh, yes?

Well, judging by your expression, your business doesn't seem to be prospering.

The trick of business is to mind your own.

I'm sorry to disturb you, but I... I've just heard news from the War Office and I thought you'd all like to know... that the war is over.

(everyone gasping, clapping, and laughing) The ceasefire will begin at 11:00 on the morning of the 11th of November.

Why can't it begin now?

11:00 of the 11th seems pretty tidy to me.

We will mark the moment in the Great Hall and I expect all of you, including the kitchen staff and hall boys, everyone, to be there.

And Carson... Oh, it's such good news, thank the Lord.

Is there any more glasses up there?

(excited chatter continues) ALL: To peace!

The truth is, Cora, there is a reason for inviting you here today, and I very much fear I'm going to be a great disappointment to you.

Oh?

Cousin Violet is in part to blame.

Yes, I usually am.

It was she who drew my attention to the plight of the war refugees.

I feel very guilty since I chivvied you, and now I'm jumping ship.

But I can't run Downton as well.

You must go where you can make a difference.

Well, this is what I think.

But I hope you will consider keeping the house open without me.

I must be honest with you.

It was your idea, not ours, so I doubt very much we'll go on with it now.

But what does that matter when one thinks of the work you'll be doing?

Don't you agree, Mama?

Well, I, I... cannot find the words to say how I feel.

What... what do you think, Molesley?

Sometimes Fate knows best, m'lady.

I couldn't put it better myself.

Well.

CORA: There really is something for her to do?

Absolutely.

It's all set up.

I had to promise to be a patron, but it seemed a small price to pay.

I know it was for Robert and the girls, but I thank you, without irony, from the bottom of my heart.

And I accept your thanks, my dear, with no trace of irony, either.

Lawyers take forever to answer anything.

So they can charge more.

But the others don't believe me, do they?

Not like you.

I think they want to be certain.

But how can they ever be?

If the lawyer casts even the slightest doubt, won't that give them the excuse to cut me out and stay with Matthew?

If only one of them recognized me.

They will do, soon.

No, they won't.

They've forgotten me.

I'm a stranger to them now!

Well, you're not a stranger to me.

I wouldn't be Vera Bates.

He left here at dawn with a face like thunder.

I wonder if she knows what she's started.

If I were you, I'd keep out of it.

Wise words.

How did you get on?

Yeah, it was interesting.

Daisy, I wish you'd let me tell you about it.

There's no point.

No point in what?

Jane keeps making out I'm a war widow.

But I'm not, am I?

You all know that.

I married William on his death bed.

That don't count.

Of course it counts.

I don't think so.

And I wasn't good to him.

He thought I loved him, but I didn't.

Not like he loved me.

I should never have married him in the first place, only... Marrying him was a great kindness.

No, it wasn't kind.

It was wrong.

MRS.

HUGHES: Mr.

Bates?

How did you get here?

I walked from the station.

CARSON: Well, you should have said.

We'd have sent someone to meet you.

I was glad of the walk.

I was glad of the air.

ANNA: I never thought you'd be back tonight.

How was it?

Worse than you can possibly imagine.

What's...?

♪ ♪ I assume that whatever Mr.

Murray has told you means the man is a fake.

You can't have asked Matthew to be here unless you know that.

It's very complicated.

Lowe was the only officer to go back to the site of the wreck, he did pull some people out of the sea, and it seems one of the men was unidentified.

There!

One of the reports has him dying before they reached the Carpathia.

Precisely.

Another witness says the man did get to New York alive, but there's no clear record of his name.

Which could be Patrick Crawley.

There's more.

There was a Peter Gordon, who worked with Patrick at the foreign office.

Now, he emigrated to Montreal in 1913.

VIOLET: Ye... and when his face was blown away, he decided every cloud has a silver lining.

He was perfectly placed to impersonate his dead friend.

I mean, no doubt they shared confidences, so he just brushed them up and put himself forward for a major inheritance.

MARY: Granny's right.

All he needed was a survivor from the Titanic who was unaccounted for, and he found one.

But the Titanic story bears out Patrick's version in every way.

What do you think?

I don't know what to think.

How can you even hesitate?

But Mary, you haven't heard the things he remembers.

I don't need to.

"I remember how we played, and your pony and your birthday, and how we hid in the garden from the nasty governess."

What other memories would you have of a childhood spent here?

Murray will continue to investigate so, Edith, can we be polite to the man, but nothing more?

The end of the war should make it easier to unearth the evidence.

That is all for the time being.

ROBERT: I thought Carlisle was going to come back for our ceremony tomorrow, but he never sent a train time.

He's driving up.

He'll be here in time for dinner tonight.

I'm sorry I can't be more decisive.

Don't be.

I meant what I said the other day.

It will take a man who is more than I am now to follow you.

So don't think about me.

My dear chap, how can you say that?

I never think about anything else.

(birds chirping) PATRICK: What do they make of this Peter Gordon character they've uncovered?

Do they think that's who I am?

Do you remember him?

Very well.

Peter and I were good friends.

Very good friends.

Did you know he'd moved to Canada?

How could I, when I'd forgotten who I was until two months ago?

Of course.

So what will they do now?

Track him down, I imagine.

Find out what happened to him.

Suppose he joined the Princess Pat Light Infantry?

I don't understand.

What are you saying?

Why would he?

You're very sweet, you know.

So sweet you made me think that all things were possible.

But perhaps the lesson is you can't go back.

You're tired, and I don't blame you.

But you're not to give up.

I won't let you.

We'll find this Peter Gordon.

I know we will.

Yes.

I expect you will.

(footsteps approaching) They'll be going in to dinner in a minute.

We've built a good cellar here, you know.

I'm not saying it's legendary, but it's nothing to be ashamed of.

You've made your mind up, then?

I think so.

Yes, I think I have.

But with a heavy heart, Mrs.

Hughes.

And just when we thought we were getting back to normal.

Don't tell me you'll miss me.

I will, Mr.

Carson.

Very much.

And it costs me nothing to say it.

Thank you.

That means a lot to me.

(clock ticking) Shall we go through with the ladies?

Let them get in here?

Of course.

I wonder what happened to Richard.

He'll have started late, and... I do apologize, Lady Grantham.

We got stuck in Royston and a cart had overturned in Baldock.

CORA: Hello, my dear, how lovely to see you.

Are you sure?

Sir Richard said you were expecting me, but are you?

Of course we are.

Can you take Matthew into the small library?

Are you hungry?

We've finished, but Mrs.

Hughes can easily put something on a tray.

Carson?

(sighs quietly) ♪ ♪ Nothing's changed.

But you see, it has.

Because I've changed.

When I was last here, I was so bowled over that I let you send me away.

But not this time.

I love you.

I'm going to look after you.

That's all there is to it.

And if I refuse?

I'm sorry, but I mean it.

You won't frighten me away, whatever you do.

EDITH: It seems such a waste of time to drive from London and get stuck in every town on the way.

SYBIL: Oh, I don't agree.

I'd love to drive, and you'd better love it, too... CORA: Before you scold me, it's no good pretending Mary is not a good deal too attached to Matthew.

So you summon Lavinia?

To be sacrificed like some latter-day Iphigenia, doomed to push his chair through all eternity?

Robert, it's quite simple.

Do you want Mary's marriage to be a success?

Do you want grandchildren?

Sometimes, Cora, you can be curiously unfeeling.

(footsteps departing) (door opens) (door closes) MARY: Suppose he doesn't want her back?

Have you thought of that?

He needs someone to look after him.

Yes, but... And you'll be too busy with our new life, won't you?

Look, I know you're used to having your own way... Yes, I am.

And I'll say something now I hope I won't have to repeat.

If you think you can jilt me, or in some way set me aside, I tell you now you have given me the power to destroy you, and don't think I won't use it.

I want to be a good husband and for you to be happy.

But don't ever cross me.

Do you understand?

Never.

Absolutely never.

What's happened to Major Gordon?

He's gone.

But he can't have.

When?

After breakfast.

We couldn't very well stop him.

The war's over.

He left this for you.

What does it say?

"It was too difficult.

"I'm sorry.

P.

Gordon."

♪ ♪ "P" for Patrick or "P" for Peter?

I know what you think, but I don't accept it.

We drove him away.

His own family drove our cousin away.

But you believed in him, whoever he was.

And that's worth something.

♪ ♪ (birds chirping) ROBERT: I think, while the clock strikes, we should all make a silent prayer to mark the finish of this terrible war and what that means for each and every one of us.

Let us remember the sacrifices that have been made and the men who will never come back, and give them our thanks.

(clock ticking, whirring) (clock chiming) (chiming continues) (chiming ends) Thank you, everyone.

Remember, this is not just the end of a long war, but it is the dawn of a new age.

God bless you all.

(indistinct chatter in background) ♪ ♪ Let me help you with that.

Can you get him back to his room?

I'll open the door.

My God.

Is something wrong, sir?

No, nothing.

Bates, if I felt... If you felt what, sir?

It doesn't matter.

Not yet.

Not until I feel it again.

I thought that was very dignified.

Very calming.

Thank you, m'lord.

I don't suppose you're having any doubts about leaving?

I'm afraid not, m'lord.

Well, I can't say I'm not sorry.

I won't go until we've found a proper replacement.

Whoever we find won't replace you.

♪ ♪ Mr.

Bates.

Telegram for you.

(dishes clattering, people speaking in background) What was that about?

His wife's dead.

Someone found her early this morning.

♪ ♪ ♪ ♪ It was arsenic, and I've been thinking.

That's what she must have taken.

I want to tell you all something.

Mary is still in love with you.

Girls!

Cora!

Come at once.

Does this mean that you've made up your mind?

ROBERT: And all the time you've been driving me about, bowing and scraping and seducing my daughter behind my back?

I did something once which I bitterly regret.

Everything's going to be all right.

Everything is clearly not all right.

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