OPENING CREDITS
EXT. COUNTRY ROAD
A man drives a truck holding a large pine tree.
EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR
Thomas exits the front door to direct the workers unloading the tree.
THOMAS: Come here. Up you get. Start untying these ropes. Come on, quickly as you can.
INT. GREAT HALL
Daisy walks into the hall where Robert and Carson direct as Edith and O'Brien decorate the tree.
EDITH: What do you think, Mary?
MARY: Perfect.
ROBERT: Well...Yes, a little bit higher.
(Daisy stands admiring the tree. Mrs Hughes passes by and sees her standing there with the buckets of cleaning supplies.)
HUGHES: Daisy, get downstairs with those, now!
(Daisy scurries off and Mrs Hughes is captured by the sight of the Christmas tree as the lights turn on.)
MARY: Ah. Lovely.
ROBERT: Ah. Well, I say.
EXT. ROAD
Lady Rosamund's car drives towards Downton. Her maid, Marigold Shore catches sight of the house.
EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR
Thomas opens the door for Rosamund. Mary and Edith greet her as she steps out.
ROSAMUND: Mary.
MARY: Happy Christmas.
ROSAMUND: And to you.
INT. LIBRARY
Violet reads the Christmas cards sitting on a table.
Christmas 1919
INT. GREAT HALL
The family hands out presents to the servants.
CORA: Anna, this is for you.
MARY: The usual cloth for a frock, I’m afraid, but I hope you like the other thing.
ANNA: I’m sure I will, milady. Thank you.
CORA: We all prayed for him in church this morning.
ROBERT: Happy Christmas, Anna.
ANNA: Happy Christmas.
Edith hands a gift to Mary, who hands it to Cora, who presents it to Mrs Patmore.
CORA: I can’t wait for you to open this.
MRS PATMORE: Thank you, Your Ladyship.
ROBERT: Happy Christmas, Mrs Patmore.
Anna returns to her place next to Mrs Hughes.
HUGHES: What did Her Ladyship say?
CORA: O’Brien?
(O'Brien steps forward to receive her gift.)
ANNA: She was just being kind.
CORA: Happy Christmas and thank you for your...
HUGHES: I wish I could tell you not to worry.
EDITH AND MARY: Happy Christmas.
ANNA: My husband’s on trial for his life, Mrs Hughes. Of course I worry.
HUGHES: Well, I’m old fashioned enough to believe that they can’t prove him guilty when he’s not.
CORA: Daisy.
Daisy steps up to receive her gift.
CORA: This is for you.
DAISY: Thank you, milady.
EDITH AND MARY: Happy Christmas.
Carson opens his gift.
CARSON: “The Royal Families of Europe.” Oh, my. I shall find this very interesting, my lord.
ROBERT: Good.
Anna opens up her small gift from Mary. It's a golden heart pin.
MRS HUGHES: Oh!
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
The younger servants wear paper hats and pull crackers.
HUGHES: I don’t want to spoil their fun, but I couldn’t wear a paper hat, not with poor Mr Bates locked away.
CARSON: His Lordship said much the same.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Is Mr Bates the one Lady Rosamund told me about? The murderer?
CARSON: Mr Bates has most unjustly been accused of murder. That is all.
MARIGOLD SHORE: “All”? I should think that’s quite enough for most people.
INT. LIBRARY
Cora hands out gifts.
VIOLET: Thank you.
EDITH: Would you like tea?
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Why do we have to help ourselves at luncheon?
ROBERT: It’s Downton tradition. They have their feast at lunch time and we have ours in the evening.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: But why can’t they have their lunch early and then serve us...like they normally do?
MARY: Because it’s Christmas Day.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: It’s not how we’ll do it at Hacksby.
VIOLET: Which I can easily believe.
(Violet opens her present.)
VIOLET: Oh, this is nice. This is—what is it?
ISOBEL: What does it look like?
VIOLET: Something for getting stones out of horses’ hooves?
ISOBEL: It’s a nut cracker. We thought you’d like it...to crack your nuts.
EDITH: Who’s coming on New Year’s Day?
ROBERT: The usual guns. Us three and some locals. You’ll know all of them.
EDITH: Have you asked Anthony Strallan?
ROBERT: I tried. In fact, I gave him three dates, but he said no to all of them. Perhaps he’s given it up.
EDITH: But he was so keen before the war.
VIOLET: Perhaps he’s had enough banging for one life.
ROBERT: Oh, and Rosamund’s forced me to invite Lord Hepworth.
VIOLET: Really?
ROSAMUND: Well, I told him I was coming down here and he dropped hint after hint.
CORA: Perhaps he has nowhere to go. It can be a lonely time of year.
VIOLET: James Hepworth lonely? I find that hard to believe. Hepworth men don’t go in for loneliness much.
ROBERT: How do you know him?
VIOLET: I knew his father in the late ‘60s. Mais où sont les neiges d'antan?
INT. OUTER HALL
Matthew hangs up the phone with a distressed expression as Mary enters.
MARY: Isobel told me you were telephoning for news of Mr Swire. How is he?
MATTHEW: Not good. I’m catching the train first thing in the morning. I hope I’m in time.
MARY: Is it as bad as that? I’m so sorry.
Carlisle enters.
MARY: Matthew’s going to London tomorrow. Lavinia’s father is ill.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Better warn Robert if you’ll miss the shoot.
MATTHEW: I’ll be back by New Year’s Day. He won’t last that long, I’m afraid. Forgive me if I’m casting a gloom.
MARY: Don’t be silly. We’re all under the shadow of Bates’s trial.
(The dressing gong rings.)
MATTHEW: Will any of you have to testify?
MARY: Only Papa and some of the servants, but I’m going to support Anna.
MATTHEW: Would you like me to come with you to explain what’s happening? Or will you do that?
(Matthew indicates Carlisle.)
MARY: Richard wants to go back to work the day after the shoot. Don’t you?
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Yes, I do.
INT. KITCHENS
MRS PATMORE: Now, Thomas.
DAISY: What’s this?
O’BRIEN: It’s a board for planchette.
DAISY: What’s that?
O’BRIEN: A game. Well, not quite a game. More a method of communication.
DAISY: How?
O’BRIEN: Never mind. I’ll take it if you like.
INT. DINING ROOM
The diners ooh and ah over the flambé as Carson brings it in and sets it in front of Violet.
EDITH: Sybil’s favourite.
VIOLET: A happy Christmas to us all.
(Violet spoons into the flambé.)
ALL: Happy Christmas.
EDITH: Don’t forget to make a wish.
ROBERT: Let’s all make a wish.
MARY: A wish and a prayer.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Is this about Bates again?
(Lady Mary is displeased by his remark.)
ROSAMUND: My new maid says the servants’ hall is full of it. How terrible it is.
MATTHEW: We mustn’t lose faith. He’s been wrongly accused.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: I’m sure you hope so.
ISOBEL: We know so.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: How has Mr Murray managed to have the trial held in York?
ROBERT: I don’t know, but thank God he has.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: And he’s confident?
CORA: He seems to be.
VIOLET: Lawyers are always confident before the verdict. It’s only afterwards they share their doubts.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
O'Brien and Thomas lead some of the servants in playing Ouija.
O’BRIEN: Is anyone there? Is anyone there?
(A couple girls giggle.)
THOMAS: You must take it seriously. Otherwise, they’ll be offended.
(Daisy enters.)
DAISY: What is it?
THOMAS: We’re talking to the dead.
DAISY: But how? They can’t talk back.
MARIGOLD SHORE: They can. That’s the whole point.
THOMAS: Come on, Daisy.
DAISY: No, I don’t think it’s right.
O’BRIEN: If you’ll all be quiet, I’ll try again. Is there anyone there?
THOMAS: Yes. Someone is there.
HUGHES: What is going on?
All of the servants bolt out of their seats as Mrs Hughes enters.
O’BRIEN: We’re just playing a game.
HUGHES: A very unsuitable game, Miss O’Brien, especially on Christmas night. Please put it away at once. I’m surprised at you, Daisy.
DAISY: Are you sure there’s nothing in it?
HUGHES: Quite sure, thank you.
DAISY: Don’t you believe in spirits, then?
HUGHES: Well, I don’t believe they play board games.
INT. GREAT HALL
Mary mimes a book for charades.
EDITH: You’re reading.
MARY: For heaven sakes! Yes, I’m reading, because it’s a book title.
ROBERT: No talking.
MARY: I know, but honestly.
EDITH: Five words.
WOMEN: Fourth word.
ISOBEL: Two syllables.
WOMEN: First syllable.
(Mary makes a silly head beating motion with her hands and Robert and Matthew laugh.)
EDITH: Erm...
ISOBEL: Drum.
ROBERT: They’ll never get it.
EDITH: Wave.
ROBERT: They’ll never get it.
ISOBEL: Shift.
EDITH: Mad.
ISOBEL: Drop.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Do you always play charades on Christmas night?
EDITH: Er...drop.
VIOLET: This isn’t charades, this is the game.
ROBERT: No. No helping.
EDITH: Trip. Trip.
CORA: Spell.
ROSAMUND: Jelly. Jelly.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Do you enjoy these games?
ROSAMUND: Fall?
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: In which the player must appear ridiculous?
VIOLET: Sir Richard, life is a game in which the player must appear ridiculous.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Not my life.
WOMEN: Erm...
ISOBEL: Fall? Past. No, fell! Wild Fell. “The Tenant of Wildfell Hall”!
EDITH: Oh! Oh!
MARY: Yes.
(The women applaud and the dog barks.)
ROBERT: Isis. Isis...
CORA: Richard, you’re turn. Come on.
VIOLET: Now, soon your maxim will be tested.
INT. GAOL CELL
Mr Bates sits on the bed in his cell, holding a photo of Anna. He looks around and cries.
INT. LORD GRANTHAM’S DRESSING ROOM
Carson helps Robert dress.
CARSON: If Mr Bates should not come back...
ROBERT: I am not replacing Bates.
(Robert stops and reconsiders his rude interruption.)
ROBERT: What were you going to say?
CARSON: Only that I know that Thomas is keen to be promoted.
ROBERT: The trouble is, being dressed and undressed is an intimate business. We’ve forgiven Thomas his early sins, I know, but I cannot imagine I would ever quite feel the trust.
CARSON: Say no more, my lord. I’m sure Mr Bates will be home soon, which will settle the matter.
INT. KITCHENS
Miss Shore sees Daisy fixing food on her own.
MRS PATMORE: It seems we’re running out of time. I need to put...
MARIGOLD SHORE: Did you make all that?
DAISY: Yes, why?
MARIGOLD SHORE: And you’re still only the kitchen maid?
DAISY: I don’t know what I am.
MARIGOLD SHORE: You could be a sous chef at least in London.
DAISY: I don’t know what a sous chef is.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Or a cook. Maybe not in a house like this, but you wouldn’t have to go far down the ladder before they’d snap you up.
Mrs Patmore enters.
MRS PATMORE: Daisy, find Thomas and tell him the tea’s ready to go up. Then we should get started on the mixture for the cheese soufflés.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Does Daisy cook the soufflés, too?
MRS PATMORE: What’s it to you?
INT. THE DOWER HOUSE
A chauffeur drives Sir Anthony Strallan to the front door. Edith sees him from the window.
EDITH: What do you mean you’ve invited Anthony Strallan? I thought it was just us.
VIOLET: Oh? Very important. Never used to use a chauffeur. Well, you were so disappointed that he wouldn’t come shooting.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Good afternoon, Lady Grantham.
Strallan double-takes when he sees Edith, but recovers gracefully.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Lady Edith, what a charming surprise. It’s been far too long.
EDITH: It’s so nice to see you. It’s such a relief to see any of our friends who’ve made it through unscathed.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: I’m afraid I haven’t quite. I took a bullet in the wrong place and it seems to have knocked out my right arm.
EDITH: But not forever, surely?
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Well, the upshot is, I’m afraid the wretched thing is now no use to man or beast.
EDITH: Well, now we know why you didn’t want to come shooting.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Indeed. So, how is everyone? Lady Sybil is married, I hear, living in Ireland. How was the wedding?
(Violet is clearly made uncomfortable by the subject.)
VIOLET: Quiet. It was in Dublin. They didn’t want a big affair.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Did you all get over?
EDITH: Mary and I did. Papa, Mama, and Gran...
VIOLET: We were all ill. Isn’t it sad?
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: What’s he like?
VIOLET: He’s political.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: As long as he’s on the right side. So, does he shoot?
EDITH: I’m...sure he does.
VIOLET: But I don’t think pheasants.
INT. GAOL, VISITING ROOM
A guard opens the gate for Anna and locks them in. Anna sits across from Bates alongside other visiting couples.
BATES: Mr Murray thinks a reference from and earl will go in my favour. I’m not sure such things matter when it comes to murder.
ANNA: I think it’ll help.
BATES: Because you want to think so. Anna, you must prepare for the worst. I’m not saying it’ll happen, but you must prepare for it.
ANNA: I know it could happen. I do. But the time to face it is after it has happened, and not before. Grant me that.
New Year's Eve
EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT DOOR
Hepworth's car arrives. Thomas opens the door for him, and Carson provides an umbrella as they walk to greet Cora and Rosamund.
LORD HEPWORTH: Lady Grantham. Lady Rosamund.
CORA: Hello, Lord Hepworth. Welcome.
LORD HEPWORTH: Thank you.
CARSON: Will your man be coming on from the station, my lord?
LORD HEPWORTH: I haven’t got one with me. Is that a nuisance, I’m so sorry.
CARSON: Not at all, my lord. Thomas will take care of you while you’re here.
LORD HEPWORTH: Splendid.
CORA: Do come in.
LORD HEPWORTH: Thank you.
INT. LIBRARY
Cora looks up from her reading as Robert enters with a letter.
ROBERT: This came for you in the evening post. It’s from Sybil.
(Cora takes the letter and opens it.)
CORA: You must go up and change.
ROBERT: So, what do you make of Rosamund’s pal?
CORA: He seems agreeable enough.
ROBERT: I suspect he’s in the profession of making himself agreeable.
CORA: O’Brien says Rosamund’s maid speaks very highly of him, and that seems a good reference to me.
ROBERT: What is it?
CORA: Sybil’s pregnant.
ROBERT: I see. So that’s it, then. No return. She’s crossed the Rubicon.
CORA: She crossed it when she married him, Robert. She says we’re not to tell anyone, not even the girls.
ROBERT: I wondered why she didn’t ask to come for Christmas.
CORA: Would you have allowed it?
ROBERT: Well, well. So, we’re to have a Fenian grandchild.
CORA: Cheer up. Come the revolution, it may be useful to have a contact on the other side.
ROBERT: Hmm.
INT. GUEST CORRIDOR
Hepworth exits his room to find Rosamund exiting hers next door.
LORD HEPWORTH: Oh, I say. This is very cosy, isn’t it?
ROSAMUND: What is?
LORD HEPWORTH: To find ourselves next door.
ROSAMUND: I’m not certain it’s quite proper to remark on such things.
(Miss Shore approaches.)
ROSAMUND: Er, you remember my maid, Shore.
LORD HEPWORTH: Certainly, I do. I hope they’ve got a jolly party planned downstairs.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Why would they?
LORD HEPWORTH: Because it’s New Year’s Eve, of course.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Oh, that. I doubt it, my lord. But I don’t mind. I make my own fun. If that’s everything, my lady, I’ll go down now and see you after midnight.
ROSAMUND: Thank you.
LORD HEPWORTH: Only wish I could say the same. Only joking.
INT. GREAT HALL
LORD HEPWORTH: I wonder if she’ll remember me.
ROSAMUND: Oh, she will.
(They meet Violet as they enter.)
LORD HEPWORTH: Good evening Lady Grantham. I don’t suppose you remember me.
VIOLET: Of course I do.
LORD HEPWORTH: Ah.
VIOLET: Oh, how is dear Hatton? I have such happy memories of it from the old days.
LORD HEPWORTH: Well, I’m not often there, not since my mother died.
ROSAMUND: Perhaps it needs a woman’s touch.
LORD HEPWORTH: Well, don’t we all?
VIOLET: How very like your father you are. It’s almost as if he was standing here before me. I hope you’ll come to tea and then we can talk about him.
LORD HEPWORTH: I should love it, Lady Grantham, if they’ll release me.
VIOLET: They’ll release you.
INT. SERVANTS' HALL
Carson pours glasses of wine.
MARIGOLD SHORE: What are those for?
DAISY: We always have a glass of wine at midnight on New Year’s Eve.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Very civilised. In my last place, we were expected to be upstairs and serving New Year’s Eve for naught.
DAISY: Were you not a lady’s maid, then?
MRS PATMORE: How long have you been with Lady Rosamund, Miss Shore?
MARIGOLD SHORE: Two months.
MRS PATMORE: Oh, I see. You’re quite a new girl.
THOMAS: I can read Mr Carson’s hint. His Lordship doesn’t trust me.
O’BRIEN: Because of the stealing, you mean?
THOMAS: So, what should I do?
O’BRIEN: Get him to trust you.
THOMAS: That’s easy to say, but how?
O’BRIEN: Make him grateful. Do him a good turn. Hide something he loves, then find it and give it back.
CARSON: Miss O’Brien?
(Carson holds a glass of wine. He hands it to Mrs Patmore to give to O'Brien.)
O’BRIEN
Thank you, Mrs Patmore.
INT. DRAWING ROOM
Robert checks his pocket watch.
ROBERT: Not long now. Does everyone have a glass?
ISOBEL: Yes.
EDITH: Anthony Strallan was at Granny’s for tea the other day, so I know why he wouldn’t shoot. He’s hurt his arm.
ROSAMUND: Shame. Well, we shall try again next year.
Edith carries the drink tray across the room and Violet leans toward Rosamund.
VIOLET: Oh, I am sorry I started that. Now, don’t encourage it. She’d spend her life as a nursemaid.
Mary and Carlisle talk in another part of the room.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Once again the servants are downstairs and we’re on our own.
MARY: In the whole year we fend for ourselves at Christmas lunch and on New Year’s Eve. It doesn’t seem much to me.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: You haven’t had to fight for what you’ve got.
MARY: Oh, do try to get past that. It makes you sound so angry all the time.
Edith and Isobel talk in another part of the room.
LADY EDITH: Yes, it is.
Matthew leaves their conversation to join Mary.
MARY: I hope London wasn’t too grim.
MATTHEW: Well, I got down there in time, which is the main thing. And I was with him when he died. So he wasn’t alone.
MARY: I’m so sorry. And so glad.
VIOLET: It must be getting near.
(The clock chime begins to whir into motion.)
ROSAMUND: Oh, here we go.
EDITH: Here we go.
ROBERT: Happy New Year.
ALL: Happy New Year.
The family raises their glasses and begin kissing one another's cheeks.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Happy New Year, darling.
(Carlisle kisses Mary. Robert kisses Cora.)
CORA: Happy New Year.
MATTHEW: Happy New Year, Mama.
(Matthew kisses Isobel.)
ROBERT: Happy New Year, Mama.
VIOLET: 1920. Is it to be believed? I feel as old as Methuselah.
ROBERT: But so much prettier.
VIOLET: When I think what the last ten years has brought. God knows what we’re in for now.
INT. GUEST CORRIDORS
Anna sees Miss Shore and Hepworth talking on the other side of the balcony. She walks past them and Shore joins her as Hepworth enters his room.
MARIGOLD SHORE: He’s pushing his luck.
ANNA: How?
MARIGOLD SHORE: He wants me to speak out for him to Lady Rosamund.
ANNA: If I were you, I’d keep out of it.
EXT. FRONT WALK
The shooting party gathers.
ROBERT: We’ll walk to the first drive, then use the wagonet after that.
LORD HEPWORTH: Splendid. I hope you’re going to stand by me.
ROSAMUND: I thought I’d cheer my brother.
(Robert hands out cigarettes to the men.)
SHOOTING GUEST: Thank you.
ROSAMUND: Cora isn’t coming out until luncheon.
LORD HEPWORTH: Well, the second drive, then? You ladies will have to distribute your charms fairly as there are only three of you. Don’t you agree Lady Mary?
Mary is about to respond with a smile when Carlisle interrupts.
SIR RICHARD CARLISLE: Lady Mary will stand by me.
MARY: Now just...
MATTHEW: And I thought you were going to stand with me for the first drive, isn’t that what you said?
MARY: Did I?
(Mary recognises his timely interruption.)
MARY: Yes, I think I did.
(Robert finishes handing out cigarettes to the men.)
ROBERT: And one for you. Splendid.
EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, GROUNDS
The men are hunting.
MARY: Why don’t you have a loader? Barnard would’ve found you one.
MATTHEW: I’m not very good at it. This or double guns, and I don’t want a witness.
MARY: I’m a witness.
MATTHEW: Then please don’t spread the word of my incompetence.
MARY: I never know which is worse, the sorrow when you hit the bird, or the shame when you miss it. Thank you for intervening back there before I said something rude.
MATTHEW: He does rather beg to be teased.
MARY: The awful truth is, he’s starting to get on my nerves. Still, you’re not the person to burden with that.
MATTHEW: You’re still going to marry him, though.
MARY: Of course. Why wouldn’t I.
MATTHEW: Huh. I think I might have got that one. You must promise faithfully to lie when they ask you how I did.
(Sir Carlisle sees them talking)
INT. KITCHENS
HUGHES: Daisy? You’ve got a visitor.
MR MASON: I were visiting the grave. I thought to myself, why not go and see her now, take William’s blessing with me.
MRS PATMORE: Erm, why not go and sit for a moment in the servants’ hall? We’re sending out the shooting lunch. As soon as we’re finished, Daisy can bring you a cup of tea. I’m sure Mrs Hughes won’t mind, will you Mrs Hughes?
HUGHES: Indeed, I will not. This way.
DAISY: Well, he’s here now. So, I think I should make things clear.
MRS PATMORE: Don’t, Daisy, please. William wouldn’t thank you for it.
DAISY: He won’t thank me for bamboozling his old dad neither.
INT. STRALLAN'S HOUSE
LADY EDITH: Now, I know you’re going to say no, but I was just passing and I suddenly thought, “Why don’t we go for a drive?” Like we used to.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: I don’t think I should. I really can’t spare the time. Would you like a cup of something?
EDITH: All right. Yes, thank you. That would be nice.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Is everyone well?
EDITH: Quite well.
(A servant enters.)
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Lady Edith will be joining me for tea.
BUTLER: Certainly, sir.
(The butler leaves.)
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: As a matter of fact, I’m glad to have got you to myself for a moment.
EDITH: Oh?
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: I feel it gives me the chance to make some things clear. I’m not sure I was that clear when we met the other day. It’s been worrying me.
EDITH: I don’t understand.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: You see, I couldn’t bear for you to think that we might...take out together again when, of course, we can’t.
EDITH: Because of what Mary said that time? Because, you know, it wasn’t true. She only said it to spite me.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: No, it’s not because of that. And if you say it wasn’t true, I’m sure it wasn’t. You see, the thing is...I’m far too old for you.
EDITH: I don’t agree.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: Of course I am. And now...well, I’m a cripple. I don’t need a wife, I need a nurse. And I couldn’t do that to someone as young and lovely as you.
EDITH: I don’t accept a single word of that speech.
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN
Lady Edith—
EDITH: If you think I’m going to give up on someone who calls me lovely...
SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN: I’m afraid you must.
INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM
Mr Mason and Daisy talk.
MR MASON: Oh, lovely. I’d like you to know the place he grew up. He always wanted to work with animals. Horses, really. But his mother saw him as a butler, lording it over a great house.
DAISY: He loved you both so much.
MR MASON: I’m only grateful his mother went first. She couldn’t have born it.
DAISY: No, but...she would’ve had to face it, wouldn’t she? Like you. We all have to face the truth, don’t we?
MR MASON: We do, lass, hard as it may be.
DAISY: Because I want to tell you the truth. You see William and me were friends for a long time before we started to feel something more.
MR MASON: Well, that’s always the best way, isn’t it? To know that there’s friendship as well as passion.
DAISY: Yes, but you see, I didn’t. I didn’t feel the love...so soon. So I’m afraid I wasted some of the time we could’ve spent together.
MR MASON: No. You didn’t, Daisy. You gave him the thrill of the chase. He talked of nothing but you from dawn till the cows came home. And when he saw you felt the same, well...the pleasure was all the sweeter for the waiting, I promise you.
DAISY: Good.
MR MASON: So, when are you going to come to the farm?
DAISY: I—I’ll let you know. Shall I get you some more hot water?
Daisy passes Mrs Patmore as she exits.
DAISY: More lies.
MRS PATMORE: Were they?
EXT. DOWNTON, GROUNDS
The horn sounds.
SIR RICHARD: That’s the horn. Where’s the damn loader?
MARY: Looking for your damn peg, I imagine.
SIR RICHARD: Why were you laughing with Matthew...at the end of the first drive?
MARY: I suppose he said something funny.
SIR RICHARD: Am I never to be free of him?
MARY: Of course not! You know how families like ours work. And he’ll be head of it one day.
SIR RICHARD: I might understand if you let me think for a solitary minute that you preferred my company to his. I have tried...
The sound drops out as Matthew hears their argument from a distance.
SIR RICHARD: ...Mary. Give me that. I’ve done everything I can to please you.
LADY MARY: Do you mean you bought a large and rather vulgar house?
SIR RICHARD: You cannot talk to me like that! What have I done...
(Matthew approaches the quarrelling couple and the volume increases.)
SIR RICHARD: ...to deserve it? What?!
MATTHEW: Is something the matter?
MARY: Richard’s loader seems to have got lost and this is one of the best drives. He’s missing all the fun.
MATTHEW: I see.
SIR RICHARD: Where the bloody hell have you been?
LOADER: Sorry, sir.
MARY: I’m afraid Sir Richard’s rather anxious to begin.
MATTHEW: I’d better get back to my post.
LOADER: There you are, sir.
INT. CABAN, VILLAGE
The family eat with people.
ISOBEL: Matthew is going to York for Bates’s trial, and, erm, well, I wondered if I might come as well?
ROBERT: Of course, if you want to.
ISOBEL: Cora’s told me she’s not going, and I feel I just might be useful as part of the bucking up brigade.
ROBERT: That’s kind, thank you.
ISOBEL: It’s odd, isn’t it? Us just chatting away here while that poor man waits to hear his fate.
ROBERT: Please don’t make me feel any worse than I do already.
CARSON: Have we time to serve the coffee or not?
THOMAS: Erm, I’m not sure, Mr Carson. We could’ve used one of the maids today.
CARSON: Maids at a shooting lunch? Ha! Hardly.
MARY: Anna’s very grateful you’re coming with us.
MATTHEW: Well, I have to go to London, but I’ll be back.
MARY: What are you going for?
MATTHEW: Reggie Swire’s funeral. He wanted his ashes to be buried in Lavinia’s grave. I’ll bring them back.
MARY: What does Mr Travis say?
MATTHEW: I haven’t asked him. I thought I’d do it myself one day.
MARY: Well, let me know when. I’d like to be there, if you don’t mind.
MATTHEW: No, I don’t mind.
INT. GRANTHAM’S HOUSE
VIOLET: This is very nice of you to spare some time for a poor old woman. Won’t they miss you at the tea?
LORD HEPWORTH: I’ll regain some novelty value at dinner.
VIOLET: Ve-- very well. Oh, what shall we talk about? Hatton? Shall we discuss why you never go there now? Or Lochearl? Or what about Hepworth House in Grosvenor Square? I spent so many happy evenings there with your father in hot pursuit.
LORD HEPWORTH: I see it’s time for some honesty.
VIOLET: A change is as good as a rest.
LORD HEPWORTH: I think you know that Hatton’s gone. So has Lochearl. And Hepworth House has so many mortgages, I , er, I could only sell it at a loss.
VIOLET: So my spies tell me. So, you want Rosamund, or rather the fortune of the late Mr Painswick, to come to the rescue.
LORD HEPWORTH: My feelings for Lady Rosamund are sincere. I admire her immensely.
VIOLET: I do not doubt it. My only fear is that you admire her money more.
LORD HEPWORTH: Lady Rosamund is too young to be alone, and you will concede that there are many...varieties of happy marriage.
VIOLET: Maybe, but they are all based on honesty. I insist you tell the truth about your circumstances to Rosamund. After that, it’s up to her.
INT. DINING ROOM
ROBERT: Well, yes, of course.
MEN: Yes, carry on.
SIR RICHARD: Have you thought of a date?
LORD HEPWORTH: When the men go through, can I steal you for a moment?
ROSAMUND: Why particularly?
LORD HEPWORTH: There’s something I should tell you.
ROSAMUND: Something nice, I hope.
LORD HEPWORTH: Not very nice, no, but you can make the nastiness go away.
ROSAMUND: “’Curiouser and curiouser,’ said Alice.”
MARY: I’d like to get married in the spring or the summer.
SIR RICHARD: I am only asking to set a date.
MARY: But what’s the hurry?
SIR RICHARD: Hurry? Glaciers are fast compared to you on this, Mary. I—I warn you...
(Carlisle grabs Mary’s arm to stop her from leaving.)
SIR RICHARD: Even my patience has its limits.
(Mary pulls her arm out of his grasp and exits. Matthew follows her out.)
INT. GREAT HALL
MATTHEW: Mary. Can I help?
MARY: After today, I won’t insult you by asking what you mean.
MATTHEW: You don’t have to marry him, you know. You don’t have to marry anyone. You’ll always have a home here as long as I’m alive.
MARY: Didn’t the war teach you never to make promises? And anyway, you’re wrong. I do have to marry him.
MATTHEW: But why? Not to prove you’ve broken with me, surely? We know where we stand. We’ve no need for...gestures.
MARY: If I told you the reason, you’d despise me, and that I really couldn’t bear.
CORA: Mary? Rosamund wants to play bridge until the men come through.
MARY: Of course.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
THOMAS: T-O-O-F-A-T. She said you’re too fat.
MRS PATMORE: She never said that. You’re pushing the thing. Come away, Daisy. We’ve got work to do.
MARIGOLD SHORE: I hope it’s rewarding work, Mrs Patmore, something to challenge our Daisy.
DAISY: Leave it alone.
MRS PATMORE: What did she mean?(whisper) That Miss Shore?
DAISY: Nothing.
INT. DRAWING ROOM
Robert enters in the room. Cora is here.
CORA: Who was telephoning so late?
ROBERT: Murray. He apologised. He’s going to come here the day before the trial to talk it all through with Mrs Hughes, O’Brien and me.
CORA: Why have they been chosen and not the others? What do they know?
ROBERT: Search me. I’ve told Carson.
CORA: Will Mr Murray be staying?
ROBERT: No, he wants to get to York. We’ll meet him there the following day.
CORA: Oh, my dear. I hope you can be strong if it goes against him.
ROBERT: It won’t. There was an awkward moment tonight between Mary and Carlisle at the end of dinner, did you notice it?
CORA: I’m sure Mary has him under control.
ROBERT: Does she? I look at her and all I can see is a tired woman with a tiresome husband, not a bride on the brink of heaven. Wish I could understand why she goes on with it. Do you think there’s some element I might have overlooked?
CORA: Yes.
ROBERT: Cora, if there is something and you know what it is, tell me, please.
CORA: Perhaps it’s time.
ROBERT: I was hoping you’d say I was wrong.
CORA: You’re not wrong. But if I do tell you, swear not to fly off the handle. And try not to be too hurt.
ROBERT: Now you must tell me, because nothing can be worse than my imaginings.
CORA: Very well. Do you recall a Turkish diplomat who stayed here before the war?
ROBERT: I think I can be relied on to remember any guest who is found dead in his bed next morning.
CORA: Well, that’s the thing.
INT. SERVANT’S ROOM
GEORGE MURRAY: I wanted to explain how it will work. You’ll both have received official notification through the post.
O’BRIEN: But what have I been called? What’s it to me? I know nothing.
GEORGE MURRAY: Since you’re summoned as a witness for the prosecution, the police would obviously disagree.
HUGHES: But I’m there for the prosecution, too, when I have no doubt of Mr Bates’s innocence. How can that be?
GEORGE MURRAY: It’ll be made clear on the day.
CARSON: Where does Anna stand in all this?
GEORGE MURRAY: A wife cannot be compelled to testify against her husband.
HUGHES: Well, that’s a mercy, anyway.
INT. COURTROOM
O’BRIEN: As far as I could make out, he was talking to his lawyer. He seemed to be blaming his wife for cancelling the divorce.
PROSECUTION: You heard this yourself?
O’BRIEN: I wasn’t eaves dropping. He was speaking loudly, but I don’t think you can blame him.
PROSECUTION: Just answer the questions, please, Miss O’Brien. When John Bates returned from London on his final visit to Mrs Bates, did you notice anything about his appearance?
O’BRIEN: He had a scratch on his cheek, but he might have got that--
PROSECUTION: And I believe the maid, Anna Smith, asked him how the meeting had gone.
O’BRIEN: Well, she and he were...
PROSECUTION: And how did he answer
(Miss O’Brien hesitates to speak.)
O’BRIEN: He said it had been worse than that she could possibly imagine.
PROSECUTION: And what did he call her?
It’s Mrs Hughes’ turn.
HUGHES: I—I shouldn’t have been listening in the first place. I h—had no right to be there.
PROSECUTION: But you were listening, Mrs Hughes. So, please tell us what he called her when he grew angry.
(Mrs Hughes hesitates.)
HUGHES: He… He said she was a...bitch.
PROSECUTION: Did it sound as if he threatened to strike her?
HUGHES: But what people say in an argument...
PROSECUTION: Did he threaten to strike her?
(Mrs Hughes hesitates a long time.)
HUGHES: I’m afraid he did. Yes.
INT. COURTHALL
GEORGE MURRAY: Every case looks as black as night by the time the prosecution is finished, but we’ve heard nothing in Bates’ defence yet.
ANNA: I can’t believe Mrs Hughes would say those things. Miss O’Brien, maybe, but not Mrs Hughes.
ISOBEL: It’s difficult to lie on oath. Few of us can manage it.
MARY: She looked as if she were in hell.
ROBERT: It does sound worse than I expected.
MATTHEW: It’s a great pity he didn’t speak up about buying the poison.
ANNA: I told him to. I begged him to.
GEORGE: And he should’ve listened.
ROBERT: Then it’s down to me to convince them that this crime is simply not in Bates’s character.
INT. COURTROOM
PROSECUTION: So, you have no doubt at all?
ROBERT: None whatsoever. We served in the African War, and I owe my life to John Bates, who acted to protect me without any care for his own safety. Is this a man who could plot to kill his wife? Absolutely not.
PROSECUTION: Lord Grantham, did John Bates ever speak to you about his wife?
ROBERT: Not that I recall.
PROSECUTION: Never? He never once spoke one word of this wife who’d prevented all his dreams from coming true?
ROBERT: Well...you know one...talks about this and that.
PROSECUTION: Did he give you the impression he was losing patience with Mrs Bates around the time she had prevented the divorce? Were you aware that he was angry at what had happened?
ROBERT: I suppose so.
PROSECUTION: Did he ask permission to travel to London to see her that last time.
ROBERT: I believe he did.
PROSECUTION: And did you recommend restraint in his dealings with his wife?
ROBERT: I don’t think so.
PROSECUTION: You’re absolutely sure?
ROBERT: Well...perhaps I may have done.
PROSECUTION: You did, Lord Grantham. Mr Bates has, in his interviews, stated that you prescribed discretion, for his case is that he followed your advice, but I wonder why the defence has chosen not to refer to this.
ROBERT: I can’t tell you.
PROSECUTION: No. And was there one statement of his that prompted you to advise him to moderate his behaviour?
ROBERT: I can’t remember. Not precisely.
PROSECUTION: Give us an approximate.
(Robert tries to remember.)
PROSECUTION: I must urge that the witness gives an answer.
ROBERT: I...said...I hoped his trip to London was to do with some property he owned and not to do with the former Mrs Bates.
PROSECUTION: And how did he answer?
(Robert remembers the dangerous statement that Bates made.)
ROBERT: He said...
(Robert hesitates to answer because he knows what it will mean.)
JUDGE: Lord Grantham...
ROBERT: He said, “If only she was the former or, better still, the late.”
INT. COURTHALL
HUGHES: I-- don’t know what to say, ma’am. They twist your words.
ISOBEL: You had to answer their questions.
HUGHES: Were to God I never listened.
ISOBEL: Well...
O’BRIEN: I suppose Anna is very bitter. I wonder if you would tell her—
ISOBEL: I know that you’re both praying for her, as I am.
GEORGE MURRAY: Mrs Crawley, the jury’s returned.
ISOBEL: Ah.
INT. COURTROOM
JUDGE: Are you all agreed?
FOREMAN: We are, my lord.
JUDGE: The prisoner will stand.
(Bates stands.)
JUDGE: Do you find the prisoner to be guilty or not guilty as charged?
FOREMAN: Guilty...
(Anna cries out.)
FOREMAN: ...my lord.
JUDGE: John Bates, you have been found guilty of the charge of wilful murder. You will be taken from here to a place of execution where you will be hanged by the neck until you are dead, and may God have mercy upon your soul.
ANNA: No! No, this is wrong! This is… this is terribly, terribly wrong!
JUDGE: Take him down.
BATES: Anna!
INT. GRANTHAM’S HOUSE
ROSAMUND: Did you know this Bates well?
VIOLET: No, not really. Oh, I saw him once. It’s when I went to talk to Matthew in his bedroom just before dinner.
ROSAMUND: That sounds rather risqué.
VIOLET: Alas, I am beyond impropriety.
ROSAMUND: There’ll be a stink in the papers.
VIOLET: Well, to be honest, I’m surprised there hasn’t been one already. Perhaps Sir Richard had a hand in it. And while we’re on the subject of unsuitable spouses--
ROSAMUND: Lord Hepworth is not unsuitable, Mama. You are unjust.
VIOLET: He’s hardly the consummation devoutly to be wished. Did he tell you what I asked him to tell you.
ROSAMUND: I know he has no fortune, if that’s what you mean.
VIOLET: No fortune? He’s lucky not to be playing the violin in Leicester Square.
ROSAMUND: He’s fond of me, Mama. I’m tired of being alone, and I have money.
VIOLET: He’s a fortune hunter, my dear. A pleasant one, I admit, but a fortune hunter. Still, it’s your decision. So, have you made it?
ROSAMUND: Not quite. I’m going to ask Robert to get him back for the Servants’ Ball.
VIOLET: Oh, will that happen after today?
ROSAMUND: Well, he can come and stay, whether or not we feel like dancing.
INT. INN, DINING ROOM
ISOBEL: Thank you, we don’t need anything.
MARY: Do sit down, Anna.
ISOBEL: You mustn’t think that this is the end.
GEORGE MURRAY: For the judge to pronounce the death sentence is only a matter of routine.
ANNA: Routine?
MATTHEW: He means the judge had no choice. If a man is found of murder, he must be sentenced to death, but there are many reasons for it to be commuted. Many reasons.
ANNA: Is being innocent one of them?
GEORGE MURRAY: We have to work to change the sentence to life imprisonment.
ANNA: Life imprisonment?
MATTHEW: Because it won’t demand a retrial or an overthrow of the Crown’s case. Once we have that, we can begin to build a challenge to the verdict.
MARY: Do you understand?
ANNA: Yes, milady, I do.
ROBERT: I still can’t believe it.
ISOBEL: Well, I’m afraid you must.
MATTHEW: We’ll need you to write a letter to the home secretary.
GEORGE MURRAY: I’ll leave for London at once and put it into his hand myself.
ROBERT: He’s a Liberal, isn’t he? Pity.
ISOBEL: He’s a decent man.
GEORGE MURRAY: The flaw in their case is the question of premeditation. Even if Mr Bates had run into the cellar for the poison and pushed it into her food, we can argue strongly he didn’t plan it.
ANNA: He didn’t plan it because he didn’t do it.
MATTHEW: And we’ll stress the circumstantial nature of the evidence. There may still be elements that come to light.
ANNA: What chance do you think we have?
GEORGE MURRAY: It’s not a good chance, Mrs Bates. But there’s still a chance.
INT. SERVANTS' HALL
MRS PATMORE: When will they be back?
HUGHES: I’m not sure. They took Anna to an inn to help her catch her breath.
DAISY: How will we ever face her?
HUGHES: With kindness, I hope.
SERVANT: When will he be hanged?
(Carson comes in)
CARSON: Her Ladyship wondered if you could give her an account of the day.
HUGHES: Of course. I’d like to say, I may have been called for the prosecution, but I do not believe in Mr Bates’s guilt.
MARIGOLD SHORE: What about you Miss O’Brien? You’re very quiet.
O’BRIEN: I’m sorry to have been part of it.
THOMAS: There’ll have to be a new valet now, won’t there?
O’BRIEN: I don’t often feel selfless, but when I listen to you, I do.
INT. DRAWING ROOM
CORA: His Lordship will be so upset.
HUGHES: We’re all upset downstairs, milady.
CORA: Of course you are. His Lordship and Lady Mary won’t want to change, so we won’t either. Please ask Mrs Patmore to serve dinner twenty minutes after they arrive.
HUGHES: Very good, milady.
CORA: Oh, Mrs Hughes, this is a time of grief for us. Of grief and heartbreak.
INT. KITCHENS
DAISY: I suppose it’s down to me again.
MRS PATMORE: What is?
DAISY: To produce dinner twenty minutes after they arrive when we don’t know if it’s in two or ten hours time.
MRS PATMORE: What’s got into you all of a sudden?
DAISY: Nothing. I mean, I know I’m a dogsbody, but--
MRS PATMORE: How can you choose today of all days to complain about your lot? I expect Mr Bates would rather be wondering how to keep a roast chicken warm than sitting in a lonely cell facing his Maker!
INT. LIBRARY
MARY: You’ve been hiding from us.
ROBERT: I couldn’t do any more chatter. Are the Crawleys still here?
MARY: They went ages ago. Mama and Edith have gone up. (sigh) I’m so dreadfully, dreadfully sorry about today.
ROBERT: I know you are. How’s Anna?
MARY: I sent her to bed.
ROBERT: Can I ask you something?
MARY: Of course.
ROBERT: Do you stay with Carlisle because he’s threatened to expose the story of Mr Pamuk dying in your bed?
(Mary is shocked that her father knows, then recovers.)
MARY: When did you find out?
ROBERT: Your mother told me when I asked why you were still with Carlisle when you look so tired of him.
MARY: How very disappointed you must be.
ROBERT: Your Mama chose her moment well. And you’re not the first Crawley to make a mistake.
MARY: To answer your question, it is partly true, though not entirely. In Mama’s phrase, I am “damaged goods” now. Richard is, after all, prepared to marry me in spite of it, to give me a position, to give me a life.
ROBERT: And that’s worth it? Even though he already sets your teeth on edge? What about Matthew? How does he view the late Mr Pamuk?
MARY: He doesn’t know.
(Robert is surprised.)
ROBERT: So that is not what split you apart; I thought it might have been.
MARY: Oh, no. Th—there are other reasons for that... to do with Lavinia.
ROBERT: I see. And those reasons are final?
MARY: They are final for Matthew. So, yes, they are.
ROBERT: Here’s what I think. Break with Carlisle. He may publish, but we’ll be a house of scandal anyway with Bates’s story. Go to America, stay with your grandmother until the fuss dies down. You may find the New World is to your taste.
MARY: He’ll keep my secret if I marry him.
ROBERT: Once I might have thought that a good thing. But I’ve been through a war and a murder trial since then, to say nothing of your sister’s choice of husband. I don’t want my daughter to be married to a man who threatens her with ruin. I want a good man for you, a brave man. Find a cowboy in the Middle West and bring him back to shake us up a bit.
(Mary chuckles with tears in her eyes and rushes to hug Robert.)
MARY: Oh, Papa!
INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE
THOMAS: Have you got a minute, Mr Carson?
CARSON: Only a minute. I have to go up and attend to His Lordship.
THOMAS: Well, that’s the point. This news is going to change things, isn’t it?
CARSON: I have every hope that Mr Bates’s sentence will be commuted. His Lordship is doing everything…
THOMAS: I know. And I hope he’s successful. But even if he is, Mr Bates won’t be coming home this weekend, will he?
CARSON: I’m afraid not.
THOMAS: So, I...I wondered if you’d given any more thought to my application.
CARSON: I’m sorry, but I have spoken to His Lordship and he thinks you’re more suited to your present position.
THOMAS: He doesn’t trust me, does he? Because of the stealing. I knew it.
INT. KITCHENS
Daisy sighs loudly.
MRS PATMORE: What is it now?
DAISY: Nothing.
MRS PATMORE: Well, it’s not nothing, is it?
DAISY: I just feel taken for granted. Sometime I think you don’t notice that I’m human at all.
MRS PATMORE: Oh, so it’s my fault?
DAISY: You talk to me like when I first came, but I know things now.
MRS PATMORE: Things I taught you.
DAISY: Maybe, but I learned ‘em. And I work well, but you wouldn’t know it the way I’m treated. It may be wrong to complain with Mr Bates like he is, but it reminds me that life’s short and I’m wasting mine.
MRS PATMORE: Daisy, you’re tired. Why not get away for a day? You told Mr Mason you’d go to the farm. Go then, breathe the air, have a rest.
DAISY: I couldn’t. I don’t think William would like it.
MRS PATMORE: Argh!
EXT. GRAVEYARD
Isobel and Matthew wait by Lavinia’s grave in the rain. Mary joins them.
MATTHEW: You got my note. I’m so glad you’re here. And I feel somehow we were, all of us, part of each other’s story for a while, and...
MARY: And now that story is at an end.
ISOBEL: In what way?
MARY: Well, Matthew doesn’t want to live here, and I’m moving away soon.
MATTHEW: You’re moving to Hacksby?
MARY: Wherever I go, the time we shared is over, and Lavinia was a part of that.
ISOBEL: Let’s take a moment to remember her.
MATTHEW: Our father, which art in heaven...
INT. LIBRARY
Violet finds Daisy crying on her knees in front of the fireplace.
VIOLET: Oh! What on earth’s the matter?
(Daisy springs to her feet, startled.)
EXT. CHURCHYARD
Mary turns back toward Downton while Matthew and Isobel continue down the path toward the street, each carrying an umbrella.
ISOBEL: She’s still in love with you, you know.
MATTHEW: I don’t think so.
ISOBEL: Well, I’m sorry, but it’s plain as the nose on your face.
MATTHEW: I thought you didn’t like her for throwing me over.
ISOBEL: That’s a different conversation.
MATTHEW: Mother, it has to be like this. I’m afraid I can’t explain why. At least, I’m not going to.
ISOBEL: Something to do with Lavinia?
MATTHEW: Maybe.
ISOBEL: Well, you see, I think you’re wrong. Lavinia wouldn’t have wanted this. She was a sweet girl, a kind girl. She wouldn’t have wanted you to be unhappy.
MATTHEW: You don’t understand. I deserve to be unhappy. So does Mary.
ISOBEL: Nobody your age deserves that. And if you are, and you can do something about it and don’t, well, the war has taught you nothing.
MATTHEW: That’s your opinion.
ISOBEL: Yes, it is.
INT. LIBRARY
VIOLET: But you can’t have been false to him. You were his wife for only half an hour.
DAISY: It’s difficult to explain, milady.
VIOLET: Well, try.
DAISY: I led him on. When he was wounded, I let him think that I loved him.
VIOLET: Why?
DAISY: I thought it’d cheer him up, give him something to live for.
VIOLET: And you did all this when you didn’t even like him?
DAISY: No, I did like him very, very much. Everyone liked our William.
VIOLET: Oh, so you married him to keep his spirits up at the end?
DAISY: I suppose I did, yes.
VIOLET: Well, forgive me, but that doesn’t sound unloving. To me that sounds as if you loved him a great deal.
ROBERT: I’m sorry to keep you waiting, Mama, I’ve been outside. I was looking for...
Robert sees Violet having a conversation with Daisy. Daisy gathers her cleaning supplies and rushes out.
ROBERT: What was she doing?
VIOLET: Mending the fire...and suffering.
ROBERT: Well, she shouldn’t be here at this hour, why isn’t Thomas on duty?
VIOLET: Y-- I don’t need you to tell me the world is falling about our ears. Is there any news on Bates?
ROBERT: Not yet. Murray has a meeting with the home secretary later today. We should know something then.
VIOLET: I’m surprised there isn’t more in the papers. “Earl’s Valet To Swing” and so on. But I’ve seen hardly anything, and nothing about you.
ROBERT: I quite agree, and I can’t enlighten you. Is that why you’re here?
VIOLET: Well, not exactly, I wanted to talk about Rosamund and Hepworth.
ROBERT: Careful, she might come in.
VIOLET: Then I shall speak quickly. I only want to know one thing. Is a woman of Rosamund’s age entitled to marry a fortune hunter?
ROBERT: Does she know all the facts?
VIOLET: Yes. Yes, she does.
ROBERT: Then I would say yes. But, for God’s sake, let’s tie up the money.
VIOLET: My thoughts exactly. What is the matter, Robert?
ROBERT: Isis has gone missing. I can’t think where she’s got to.
EXT. WOODS
Thomas leads the dog out and finds a shed.
THOMAS: You go, Isis. In you go. Good girl. Good girl.
(Thomas locks the dog inside and leaves.)
INT. PRISON VISITATION ROOM
Anna sits at a table across from Bates.
BATES: Will you stay on at Downton?
ANNA: Who says they’ll let me.
BATES: They’ll let you. And you have some money. Mr Murray thinks you can keep it almost. I want you to thank His Lordship for trying to help me.
ANNA: Yes, but what he said...
BATES: He didn’t want to day it, and I won’t blame him for not lying. Give him my best wishes for the future. I wish all of them well. I don’t want you to hold it against Mrs Hughes or Miss O’Brien.
ANNA: If you think I can ever—
BATES: Even Miss O’Brien. We’ve not been friends, but she doesn’t want me here. Please forgive them.
ANNA: I’m not sorry, you know? Not a bit. I would marry you now if I wasn’t already your wife. I would.
BATES: God knows I’m not sorry either. Maybe I should be, but...no man can regret loving as I have loved you.
(Anna and Bates reach their hands across the table.)
GUARD: No touching!
BATES: For God’s sake, man, you know where I am bound. How dangerous can this be?
(The guard looks away and Bates and Anna take hands and get up to embrace.)
BATES: A kiss? To take with me?
(They kiss.)
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
The servants continue to play with a Ouija board.
MRS PATMORE: Still at it?
THOMAS: The secrets of the universe are boundless.
MRS PATMORE: Are they, indeed? All right, shove over.
O’BRIEN: You’ve changed your tune.
MRS PATMORE: Have I? Mm, perhaps I have. Now, let’s get going. Who’s out there? Here we go.
Mrs Patmore moves the Ouija piece.
MRS PATMORE: W?
DAISY: William? Is it really you, William?
(Mrs Patmore moves the piece.)
MRS PATMORE: Yes.
DAISY: Oh, my lord. Oh, my God. William, is it you? What do you want?
(Mrs Patmore moves the piece around the board.)
MRS PATMORE: Go...to...farm...make...Dad...happy. Go to the farm, make Dad happy. You can’t say fairer than that.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Is it usually so specific.
O’BRIEN: Not usually, no.
MRS PATMORE: Well, that’s enough for me. Ooh, this stuff is thirsty work.
INT. OUTER HALL
CARSON: They’re in the drawing room, sir.
MATTHEW: I’m really only here to see Lady Mary, Carson. Is there any chance of hooking her out?
CARSON: Leave it to me, sir.
ROBERT: Matthew? You should have come earlier, you could have had dinner.
MATTHEW: Is something the matter?
ROBERT: My dog’s gone missing. I was going to go and look for her.
MATTHEW: Well, we should organise a search party, ask the menservants to join us. Then we can apply some real method. Wouldn’t you agree, Carson?
EXT. WOODS
ROBERT: Isis! Come here, girl! Isis!
MARY: Poor Papa. I wonder if she’s been stolen.
EDITH: What a horrid thought.
CARSON: Thomas?
MAN (background): Isis!
CARSON: What’s the matter with you?
THOMAS: Nothing.
ROBERT: I’m afraid we’ll have to call it a night! But remember there’s ten pounds for anyone who finds her tomorrow! For now, thank you all very much!
MARY: Poor Papa. It’s terrible for you.
ROBERT: She may turn up. She may be trapped somewhere. We could still find her.
CARSON: Get back to the house as fast as you can and ask Mrs Patmore to heat up some soup for the searchers. Thomas?
THOMAS: Yes, Mr Carson.
MARY: Why were you up at the house this evening? Did Papa summon you?
MATTHEW: As a matter of fact, I came to see you. I wanted to find out what you meant when you said you had to marry Carlisle and that I’d despise you if I knew the reason.
MARY: Yes, you would.
MATTHEW: Whatever it is, it cannot be enough for you to marry him.
MARY: That’s what Papa said.
MATTHEW: So, you told him?
MARY: Yes.
MATTHEW: And does he despise you?
MARY: He’s...very disappointed in me.
MATTHEW: Even so...please tell me.
INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE
HUGHES: You’d think The Good Lord would’ve spared him the loss of his dog at a time like this.
CARSON: Our is not to reason why.
HUGHES: When will we hear about Mr Bates? I don’t know how they’ve kept it out of the papers. I suppose that’ll change w...if it goes ahead. I can’t bear to think of it. How will Anna bear it?
CARSON: As the widow of a murderer she’ll have to get used to a degree of notoriety, I’m afraid. And so will we, as the house that shelters her.
ANNA: Then let me put you out of your misery right away, Mr Carson...by handing my notice.
HUGHES: You don’t mean that.
ANNA: Yes, I do. If I stay here, I keep the story alive. If I go away to Scotland, say, or London, it’ll die soon enough. I’ll just be one more housemaid lost in the crowd.
CARSON: She has a point.
HUGHES: Not one that I accept.
ANNA: I mean it, Mrs Hughes. I do.
EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS
MARY: Say something...if it’s only goodbye.
MATTHEW: Did you love him?
MARY: You mustn’t try to…
MATTHEW: Because if it was love, then--
MARY: How could it be love? I didn’t know him…
MATTHEW: Then why would you…?
MARY: It was lust, Matthew! Or a need for excitement, or something in him that I...Oh, God, what difference does it make? I’m Tess of the d'Urbervilles to your Angel Claire. I have fallen. I am impure.
MATTHEW: Don’t joke. Don’t make it little, not when I’m trying to understand.
MARY: Thank you for that. But the fact remains...that I am made different by it. Things have changed between us.
MATTHEW: Even so, you must not marry him.
MARY: So, I must brave the storm?
MATTHEW: You’re strong. A storm-braver if ever I saw one.
MARY: I wonder. Sybil’s the strong one. She really doesn’t care what people think, but I’m afraid I do. Papa suggested I go to New York to stay with Grandmama to ride it out.
MATTHEW: You can find some unsuspecting millionaire.
MARY: Preferably one who doesn’t read English papers.
MATTHEW: Go or stay you must sack Carlisle. It isn’t worth buying off a month of scandal with a lifetime of misery. When is he due back?
MARY: Tomorrow. He and Aunt Rosamund’s beau are returning for the Servants’ Ball.
MATTHEW: Will that still go ahead?
MARY: Not if Bates is...well, not if the worst happens. Papa hasn’t faced that it probably will.
MATTHEW: You were wrong about one thing.
MARY: Only one? And what is that, pray?
MATTHEW: I never would...I never could despise you.
INT. SERVANTS' HALL
Thomas smokes nervously.
O’BRIEN: Why didn’t you just go and find the poor thing there and then?
THOMAS: How? His Lordship was in the way, and Mr Carson sent me back with a message for Mrs Patmore.
O’BRIEN: So, you’re going to leave the wretched animal out all night?
THOMAS: What reason could I give if I went back and found her now?
O’BRIEN: Go first thing once you’re free. And just pray nothing’s happened, for you own sake.
(O'Brien exits.)
INT. KITCHENS
DAISY: Do you think that was William?
MRS PATMORE: Who else could it have been? Who else would’ve known you’d been asked to the farm?
DAISY: That’s true.
MRS PATMORE: So, will you go?
DAISY: I feel I should, don’t you?
MRS PATMORE: Oh, I think so.
(Daisy walks away.)
MRS PATMORE: If only to spare my fingers.
EXT. WOODS
Thomas finds the shed unlocked and panics.
EXT. FIELD
Daisy walks to the Mason's and knocks on the door.
EXT. WOODS
Thomas searches for the dog.
THOMAS: Isis? Good dog! Isis! Good girl!
(Thomas falls.)
THOMAS: Oh, for God’s sake will you just bloody come, you stupid dog?!
INT. MR MASON'S HOUSE
DAISY: You shouldn’t have gone to all this trouble. Not for me.
MR MASON: No? Not when you’re the nearest thing to a child of mine left on earth?
DAISY: But I don’t deserve it. Not when I were only married to William for a few hours. You were there, you saw it.
MR MASON: You may not know this, Daisy, but William had three brothers and a sister.
DAISY: What?
MR MASON: All dead...at birth, or not long after. I think that’s one reason why William married you. So that I wouldn’t be alone will all my bairns gone. Without you, I’d have no one to pray for. I think William knew that.
DAISY: Oh.
MR MASON: So, will you be my daughter? Let me take you into my heart, make you special? You’ll have parents of your own, of course.
DAISY: I haven’t got any parents. Not like that. I’ve never been special to anyone.
MR MASON: Except William.
DAISY: That’s right. I were only ever special to William. I never thought of it like that before.
MR MASON: Well, now you’re special to me.
EXT. DOWNTON GROUNDS
Thomas walks resignedly back to the house, disheveled and covered in dirt. Isis barks and runs to him. He stops and crouches down to pet her.
THOMAS: Isis! Where have you bloody been? Eh?
ROBERT: What, in God’s name, happened to you?
THOMAS: I’ve been looking for the dog.
ROBERT: A village child found her yesterday. Somehow the silly animal got herself shut into one of the keeper’s shelters. They took her back and claimed their reward this morning.
THOMAS: Ah, well, that’s good.
ROBERT: Did you really get yourself into this mess looking for my dog?
THOMAS: I know how fond of her you are.
ROBERT: I’m impressed, Thomas. It’s good to know there’s some decency in the world at a time like this. Thank you.
THOMAS: That’s all right, my lord. The main thing is, she’s home and healthy.
ROBERT: Hm.
EXT. MR MASON'S HOUSE
Mr Mason hitches a cart to a horse to drive Daisy home.
DAISY: I could walk to the station. I walked here, after all.
MR MASON: I want to talk while we go. If you’re my daughter, you must allow me to give you advice.
DAISY: I suppose.
MR MASON: Well, then. If you’re not content with the way you’re treated, don’t sulk and answer back, tell them.
DAISY: They wouldn’t listen.
MR MASON: Well, you don’t know. You haven’t given them the chance. Go to Mrs Patmore and explain to her why you think you’re worth more than you’re getting. Make your case. Put it to her.
DAISY: But Miss Shore said—
MR MASON: Daisy, do me a favour and stop listening to that Miss Shore.
INT. MAIN STAIRCASE
ROSAMUND: Are you here? Nobody told me.
LORD HEPWORTH: Only just. The train was late. I’ll have to scramble to get changed.
ROSAMUND: I’m afraid it may be a rather gloomy visit. No news yet for the poor valet, I’m afraid, so the Servants’ Ball has been cancelled.
LORD HEPWORTH: Never mind. I’m very flattered to be asked back on any terms. I hope I can read something into it.
ROSAMUND: Only my desire not to lose my maid. Shore wouldn’t stop nagging me until you were invited. You owe her a tip. But I mustn’t delay you.
INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM
ANNA: What will you do in America?
MARY: What I do here. Pay calls and go to dinners. My grandmother has houses in New York and Newport. It’ll be dull, but not uncomfortable.
ANNA: Milady...I’ve been thinking. If things go badly for us...I thought I might come with you.
MARY: You mean you won’t leave after all?
ANNA: I have to leave Downton, but I--I don’t have to leave you.
MARY: But of course you can come with me. You don’t need to ask. But let’s not give up hope yet.
ANNA: No, milady. Let’s not do that.
INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM
CARSON: My lord?
ROBERT: I was only going to say that if I do need a new valet, I think I’d like to give Thomas a trial.
CARSON: Really, my lord?
ROBERT: I think I’ve misjudged him. There’s more true kindness in him than I give him credit for.
CARSON: Is there?
ROBERT: I think so. At any rate, let’s give him a chance. Everyone deserves a chance...even Thomas.
INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM
ANNA: So, Sir Richard’s back.
MARY: I haven’t seen him yet. He and Lord Hepworth only just arrived in time to change.
ANNA: Are you ready?
MARY: I think so. I know what I have to say to him. It’s time.
INT. OUTER HALL
ISOBEL: I wish you’d take my advice and fight for her. But I know you won’t.
MATTHEW: I don’t expect you to understand.
ISOBEL: Well, that’s good, because I can’t. And please, don’t invoke the name of that sweet dead girl again.
INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM
ANNA: I’ve always wanted to see America, so at least I’ve got a plan.
HUGHES: I suppose so. I still can’t be glad you’ll be leaving here, but it’s good news that you won’t be casting off entirely.
ANNA: It’s only, I’m...
(Anna’s voice cracks.)
HUGHES: I know. Just so as you know, you’re highly valued by all of us, both of you. Very highly valued.
INT. LIBRARY
SIR RICHARD: My God, Mary. What more could I have done?
MARY: Nothing. But you must see we’re not well suited. We’d never be happy.
SIR RICHARD: You won’t be happy by the time I’m finished. I promise you that.
MARY: Of course I’m grateful…
SIR RICHARD: So you should be! I buy your filthy scandal! I keep it safe from prying eyes! And why do the papers leave you alone over Bates? Why has there been nothing linking him to the great Earl of Grantham?!
MARY: I suppose you stopped it.
SIR RICHARD: With threats, bribes, calling in favours, yes I stopped it.
MARY: Papa will be so thankful.
SIR RICHARD: You don’t think it holds now, do you? You don’t think I’ll save you or him for one more day?
MARY: And you wonder why we wouldn’t make each other happy!
Matthew enters boldly.
MATTHEW: Mary, are you quite all right?
SIR RICHARD: Oh, here he is, the man who can smile and smile and be a villain. Is she not to be trusted even to get rid of me without your help?
MATTHEW: I heard shouting.
SIR RICHARD: Lavinia knew it, you know. She knew you never loved her.
MATTHEW: Don’t you dare.
SIR RICHARD: Oh, she said it once. It was late and she was tired, you two were locked together in the corner of the room and she said, “If he could just admit the truth, then all four of us might have a chance.”
MATTHEW: Liar.
SIR RICHARD: I’m not a liar. No, I am many things, but not that. She regretted it, of course, but she said it.
MATTHEW: You bastard.
Matthew punches Carlisle and Mary cries out in shock. The men wrestle and knock over a table, smashing a vase. Richard enters.
ROBERT: Stop this at once!
(Matthew and Carlisle separate roughly.)
ROBERT: I presume you will be leaving in the morning, Sir Richard. What time should I order your car?
(Carlisle smoothes down his hair, still panting.)
SIR RICHARD: How smooth you are. What a model of manners and elegance. I wonder if you’ll be quite so serene when the papers are full of your eldest daughter’s exploits.
ROBERT: I shall do my best.
Violet enters.
VIOLET: Oh, what on earth’s the matter?
SIR RICHARD: I’m leaving in the morning, Lady Grantham. I doubt we’ll meet again.
VIOLET: Do you promise?
Richard exits.
MATTHEW: Sorry about the vase.
VIOLET: Oh, don’t be. Don’t be. It was a wedding present from a frightful aunt. I have hated it for half a century.
EXT. FRONT DOOR/INT. OUTER HALL
Servants pack Carlisle's car. Mary comes down the stairs as Richard is about to leave.
MARY: Wait.
SIR RICHARD: After last night’s exhibition, I rather hoped to escape unobserved.
MARY: I didn’t want you to go without saying goodbye.
SIR RICHARD: Well, then... goodbye.
MARY: I suppose you feel I’ve used you, and I’m sorry if I have. I’m sorry about Hacksby, about all of it.
SIR RICHARD: I assume this is a plea to stay my hand from punishment. But I warn you, I’d feel no guilt in exposing you. My job is to sell newspapers.
MARY: Papa has suggested I go to New York to wait it out. So, I’ll be all right. I just didn’t want our final words to be angry ones.
SIR RICHARD: I loved you, you know. More than you knew, and much, much more than you loved me.
MARY: Then I hope the next woman you love deserves you more than I did.
SIR RICHARD: And don’t worry about Hacksby. I’ll set it at a profit. I usually do.
(Carlisle takes a last look at Downton, puts on his hat and leaves in the car.)
INT. CORRIDOR
Anna finds Miss Shore talking with Hepworth again.
MARIGOLD SHORE: He’s still on at me to press his case with the mistress.
ANNA: He’s very tenacious, I must say.
MARIGOLD SHORE: You know men.
ANNA: And I know women, too.
INT. LIBRARY
Carson rushes in with a note.
CARSON: My lord. My lord.
ROBERT: What in heaven’s name?
CARSON: A telegram, my lord.
CORA: Open it.
(Robert opens the telegram.)
ROBERT: Thank God, he’s been reprieved. It’s life imprisonment, but he’s been reprieved.
CORA: Go and fetch Anna.
The family gathers for Robert to explain the news. Mary holds Anna's hand.
ROBERT: The home secretary finds that many details call into question the case for premeditation. The point is, he will not hang.
ANNA: But it’s still life imprisonment.
MARY: Don’t dwell on that, not now. It’s life, not death. That’s all we need to think about.
ROBERT: We’ve a task ahead of us, it’s true. Bates will live and he is innocent. In time, we’ll prove it and he will be free.
ANNA: I must go and see him...today. They’ll let me, won’t they?
ROBERT: I can’t believe they won’t. I’ll get Pratt to run you into York.
INT. SERVANTS' HALL
CARSON: So, that is the news. It only remains for me to add that we will be holding the Servants' Ball tonight after all.
THOMAS: Tonight? Are you serious?
CARSON: Mrs Hughes thinks we can manage it.
MRS PATMORE: I never thought they'd hang an innocent man.
MARIGOLD SHORE: He wouldn't have been the first.
O'BRIEN: Well, it's a relief. It is. I don't mind saying it.
MRS PATMORE: But he has to stay in prison?
CARSON: Only until they prove he didn't do it.
HUGHES: If you don't mind, we can worry about that later. Right now, we have a great deal of work to do.
INT. PRISON VISITATION ROOM
ANNA: His Lordship means to work with Mr Murray.
BATES: Will you stay at Downton now?
ANNA: Of course. I'm sorry to let Lady Mary down, but I think I should. And there may be some way I can help them to overturn the conviction. I don't know what I can do, but there may be something.
BATES: I don't deserve you.
ANNA: Because we will overturn it. I won't rest until we have you out.
BATES: But it may take years. That's if you ever manage it. So, there's one thing I must ask. I can't have you grey faced in perpetual mourning. Promise me that you'll make friends, have fun, live life.
ANNA: I'll try. I promise.
INT. LIBRARY
Matthew enters as Robert is pouring himself a drink.
ROBERT: Can I give you some whiskey to fortify you for the coming ordeal?
MATTHEW: That's very kind. Is there anyone I should dance with particularly.
ROBERT: Well, Cora opens it with Carson
MATTHEW: Not Cousin Violet?
ROBERT: Not since my father died. No, Mama ought to dance with my valet, but we let it lapse while Bates was here. Perhaps Thomas will revive the privilege.
MATTHEW: He's certainly got the nerve.
ROBERT: Then I join in with Mrs Hughes. So, perhaps it would be nice if you were to partner O'Brien.
MATTHEW: Crikey.
ROBERT: By the way, Mary told me about Mr Swire.
MATTHEW: Well, at least I was with him, and we've made our peace. Though I didn't deserve it. I let Lavinia down.
ROBERT: You were ready to marry her, Matthew. You would've kept your word. You can't be blamed for feelings beyond your control. If Swire had any inkling of that, we would've respected you for it.
(Cora opens the door.)
CORA: Glut those drinks down, both of you, we have to go in.
INT. GREAT HALL
The family and servants dance. Mary sits at a side table with Violet.
VIOLET: I gather Anna isn't going to America.
MARY: No. But, of course, I'm glad for her. Uh-oh. Here he comes to claim his prize.
(Thomas bows to Violet.)
THOMAS: Your Ladyship, may I have the honour of this dance?
VIOLET: Well, yes, it is a waltz. I'm far too old for that awful foxtrot.
THOMAS: What about black bottom, my lady.
VIOLET: Just--just keep me upright and we'll try to avoid it.
Anna stands on the side, stone-faced. She hears voices behind her and sees Hepworth stealing up the stairs with Miss Shore.
MRS PATMORE: Daisy, I'm having trouble understanding what you mean. So, are you saying you want to leave?
DAISY: No, I don't want to leave unless I have to, but I want to move on. I think I'm more than a kitchen maid now. I want to be a proper assistant cook, I know I can be.
MRS PATMORE: Well, I've no objection if the budget stretches to it. I'll have to ask Mrs Hughes and Her Ladyship.
DAISY: I'll work for it, I promise.
MRS PATMORE: Why couldn't you have spoken of this sensibly the other night instead of going off into a pet?
DAISY: Because I took the wrong advice.
INT. CORRIDOR
Rosamund and Anna follow Mary through the upstairs corridors.
ROSAMUND: I hope this isn't a practical joke.
MARY: It is a joke, in a way, I'm afraid.
They reach Hepworth's guest bedroom and Mary steps aside for Anna to open the door. Hepworth climbs off of Miss Shore and they readjust their clothing.
LORD HEPWORTH: My dear this is...isn't what it seems.
ROSAMUND: Is there room for misinterpretation?
LORD HEPWORTH: But I can promise...
ROSAMUND: Clearly I have been managed and steered by an expert hand, which I now see has not been yours.
LORD HEPWORTH: But Rosamund…
(Miss Shore puts out a hand to stop Hepworth.)
MARIGOLD SHORE: Let it go. It's over. Don't' make yourself ridiculous .
ROSAMUND: Good advice. Why not marry her? She'll more than cover any social flaws with her resourcefulness.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Isn't that what I'm always saying, you silly old whatnot.
MARY: There are no more trains tonight, so you'll have to leave first thing.
MARIGOLD SHORE: Oh, don't worry, we will.
Rosamund turns towards the balcony and Anna closes the door.
ROSAMUND: Please forgive me, but...damn.
MARY: Why? It's a lucky escape if you ask me.
ROSAMUND: Well, that's true, of course. I just can't stand it when Mama is proved right.
INT. GREAT HALL
Carson dances with Isobel, MAtthew dances with Mrs Patmore, Thomas with Edith. Anna approaches Robert who's watching from the side.
ANNA: Your Lordship, may I have a word?
ROBERT: Of course. How is Bates?
ANNA: Relieved, shocked, tired, grateful.
ROBERT: I'm sure.
ANNA: Milord, I wonder if I might withdraw my resignation?
ROBERT: I was hoping you'd say that.
Anna smiles as the song ends. Mary stands pensively on the side of the dance floor. Matthew approaches her from behind. She smiles as he steps up next to her.
MATTHEW: What about it?
MARY: Why not?
(Matthew offers his arm and they walk onto the floor and begin to dance.)
MATTHEW: How are your plans for America going?
MARY: I'll book my crossing as soon as I hear back from Grandmama.
MATTHEW: Will you be gone long?
MARY: I don't know. I'll have to see.
INT. LIBRARY
Cora stands up from the couch as Robert enters. He sighs.
CORA: You think we can go to bed?
ROBERT: I expect so. I think we've done our duty. Mama has gone home and so has Isobel.
CORA: And the girls?
ROBERT: I think Edith's upstairs and the last time I looked, Mary was dancing with Matthew.
CORA: Don't let's interfere with that. I've written to Sybil. Sent her your love. I won't be kept away from my first grandchild, Robert.
ROBERT: I don't know what you mean. I didn't quarrel with her, I gave my permission, I didn't fight it.
CORA: But you wouldn't go to the wedding.
ROBERT: No.
CORA: It isn't what I wanted for her. None of it is. But this is what's happened and we must accept it. I want to go over there, and I want Sybil to come here.
ROBERT: And the chauffeur?
CORA: Him, too.
(Robert sighs. Cora holds her hands out to him.)
CORA: Been a happy day, Robert.
(Robert puts down his drink and takes her hands.)
CORA: Let's end on a happy note.
(They kiss.)
INT. SERVANTS' HALL
Daisy sits at the table with the Ouija board in front of her. O'Brien enters.
O'BRIEN: Tired already?
DAISY: A bit. I was thinking about William. He always loved the ball.
Anna enters.
ANNA: Miss O'Brien, Her Ladyship's ready for bed.
O'Brien exits and Anna joins Daisy at the table.
DAISY: I'm ever so glad Mr Bates is going to be all right.
ANNA: Well, he's alive. I think we're quite a way from all right.
(Anna nods to the Ouija board.)
ANNA: Go on.
(They put their fingers on the board in they move the piece around.)
ANNA: Are you pushing it?
DAISY: No, are you?
(They continue to move the piece.)
DAISY: That doesn't make sense.
ANNA: Yes, it does. "May they be happy."
(The piece continues to move.)
ANNA: "With my love."
DAISY: What does that mean?
ANNA: I don't know. I suppose the spirit wants some couple to be happy.
DAISY: You were moving it.
ANNA: No, I wasn't. You were.
EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY
Matthew joins Mary as she stands out in the falling snow with no coat.
MATTHEW: That was fun. There'll be a few thick heads in the morning.
MARY: No doubt they think it's worth it.
MATTHEW: You're really going to America.
MARY: Mm.
MATTHEW: Would Carlisle make your life a nightmare if you stayed?
MARY: I couldn't tell you. Maybe. Even if he does let me go, my story's still out there and always will be.
MATTHEW: Would you stay...if I asked you to.
(Mary looks at him in surprise, then shakes her head and looks down.)
MARY: Oh, Matthew, you don't mean that. You know yourself we carry more luggage than the porters at King's Cross. And what about the late Mr Pamuk? Won't he resurrect himself every time we argued?
MATTHEW: No.
(Mary looks at him in hopeful surprise.)
MARY: You mean you've forgiven me?
MATTHEW: No, I haven't forgiven you.
MARY: Well, then.
MATTHEW: I haven't forgiven you because...I don't believe you need my forgiveness. You've lived your life and I've lived mine. And now it's time we lived them together.
MARY: We've been on the edge of this so many times, Matthew. Please don't take me there again unless you're sure.
MATTHEW: I am sure.
MARY: And your...vows to the memory of Lavinia?
MATTHEW: I was wrong. I...I don' think she wants us to be sad. She was someone who never caused a moment's sorrow in her whole life.
MARY: I agree.
MATTHEW: Then, will you?
(Mary looks into his face excitedly.)
MARY: You must say it properly. I won't answer unless you...kneel down and everything.
(Matthew sighs in amusement, kneels down and takes her hands.)
MATTHEW: Lady Mary Crawley, will you do me the honour of becoming my wife?
MARY: Yes.
(They smile brightly. Matthew stands and they kiss passionately. They pull apart smiling and Matthew lifts her up and spins her around. They laugh under the falling snow.)
End of the episode.
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