OPENING CREDITS
INT. MAIN HALL
Robert and the consul go outside.
INT. LADY EDITH’S BEDROOM
Anna and Mrs Hughes clean up the room after the fire. Anna finds a baby’s picture in Edith’s Bed and gives to Mrs Hughes.
HUGHES: Wait one moment. She can decide whether or not she wants to throw these away.
ANNA: Quite right.
EXT. DOWNTON, GROUNDS
Robert, Mr Carson, Tom and the consul try to find the perfect place for the memorial.
ROBERT: But how would it be funded?
CARSON: There's quite a lot in the kitty and we'd have another campaign. There'll be plenty of volunteers to keep up standards.
ROBERT: For how long? And what about the cricket?
CARSON: We'd have to re-site the pitch, My Lord. Of course it would take work but we've got until the summer.
MRS: Think what we're gaining. A beautiful garden of remembrance.
CARSON: Where people can walk and sit and think about their loved ones.
MRS: They can come here from all around and spend an hour with their sacred memories in peace and at rest.
ROBERT: This pitch has been prepared over years with a great deal of work for the cricket.
TOM: That field below Peckham wood could be made into a pitch.
ROBERT: Surely the right place is in the village where people pass every day.
MRS: Will it be peaceful and quiet, Mi Lord? A fit place for mourning?
ROBERT: Well, it's what they're doing in Sowerby and I'm certain it's where most of them will be.
CARSON: And is our memorial to be no better than most of them?
MRS: It comes down to priorities, Lord Grantham.
Which is more important, a game of cricket or the loss of a son in the course of his duty?
EXT. DOWNTON, SERVANTS’ FIELD
Jimmy leaves Downton.
THOMAS: Well, this is it, then.
JIMMY: There's something I wanna say. I'm sorry I put you through all that trouble.
THOMAS: Forget it. It's in t'past.
JIMMY: Well, you've been a good friend to me, Thomas. If anyone had told me that I'd have been friends with a man like you I'd have not believed them. But we have been friends. And I'm sad to see the back of you. I am.
THOMAS: We can always write.
JIMMY: I'm not much at letter writing. I'll do my best. But in case we don't meet again I hope you find some happiness. I do, truly.
THOMAS: I hope the same for you too, Jimmy.
JIMMY: I'll be dandy. I'd best be off.
INT. KITCHENS
Daisy is sad Jimmy leaves.
DAISY: I'm sorry Jimmy's gone.
MRS PATMORE: I know. It were nice having a bonny face about the house. We'll have to make do with Mr Molesley. How are you studies going?
DAISY: Slowly.
MRS PATMORE: It's bound to be hard when you've not been at school for a while.
DAISY: It's not hard, it's impossible. But what's the answer?
(Molesley approaches them)
MOLESLEY: Is the pudding ready to go up? Mrs Patmore? The pudding.
MRS PATMORE: Sorry. I was miles away. There's a sauce to go with that. On one tray or will Mr Barrow help?
MOESLEY: One tray, please. I can't be bothered to fight with him.
MRS PATMORE: Jimmy, where are you when we need you?
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
Molesley goes upstairs and meets Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes.
MOLESLEY: Ooh, Mr Carson.
CARSON: What is it now?
MOLESLEY: Now that Jimmy, erm, James, has gone, do I take it that I am now first footman?
CARSON: Since you are the only footman, you are first, second, third and last.
Make what you will of it.
HUGHES: Mr Moseley, we are nearly at the end of those distinctions.
There will come a time when a household is lucky to boast any footman.
CARSON: Now get that up to the dining room.
Molesley upstairs.
HUGHES: Did it not go well this morning?
CARSON: I was disappointed, if you must know. But it's early days.
INT. DINING ROOM
Everyone breakfasts.
ISOBEL: George is coming on so fast. It's wonderful how they seem to change week by week at his age.
MARY: He's rather sweet, isn't he?
ISOBEL: How are you getting on with repairing the fire damage?
EDITH: Oh, they're all being marvellous but I do feel such an idiot.
MARY: Maybe because you behaved like an idiot.
ROBERT; Well, the good thing is it'll be sorted out in a day or two.
CORA: I got this letter from Charles Blake?
EDITH: What does he want?
CORA: An art historian he knows is writing a book on Della Francesca. He wasn't aware we had one of his paintings at Downton. Apparently, he's desperate to see it.
EDITH: I assume it's just an excuse so Charles can pay court to Mary.
CORA: He doesn't want to come. He wrote to introduce his friend Simon Bricker. I can invite Charles if you'd like.
MARY: I don't mind either way.
CORA: I think I will ask him. We don't know Mr Bricker. It might be easier if Charles was here.
MARY: If you want me too, don't forget I'm away from Tuesday.
CORA: I wish I knew where you were going.
MARY: I haven't a clue. I expect we'll drive around for a few days and stop and sketch when we see a view we like.
TOM: Who's this with?
MARY: Annabelle Portsmouth. It'll be fun.
EDITH: How was your morning, Papa? Have you decided where to put the memorial?
ROBERT: No.
MARY: Carson?
CARSON: Not yet, my lady.
TOM: It's difficult to please everyone.
ROSE: Bella Davis telephoned this morning to talk about her work with Russian refugees in York.
ISOBEL: Are there many Russian refugees in York?
ROBERT: I'm afraid so. They're scattered all over Europe. Trying to establish communities to save their culture after the ravages of revolution. Ghastly for them, eh, Tom?
TOM: I feel sorry for anyone exiled from their own country.
ROBERT: Exile lucky one. I pity those who stayed behind only to be tortured and murdered in their thousands.
MARY: Leave him alone, Papa.
ISOBEL: I was at the hospital today and Mrs Henderson has done the most generous thing and given a wireless to the ward so that they can listen to music and the news and sometimes even a play. I can't tell you how it brightens things up.
ROSE: I'm told that they're far more efficient now and much easier to tune.
ROBERT: No.
ROSE: But I haven't asked anything.
ROBERT: No.
CORA: Shall we go through and let the servants get in here?
INT. DREWE’S HOUSE
Edith visits Marigold.
EDITH: Hello.
TIM DREWE: Dawn raid? Look who it is. Come on, my lady.
EDITH: Hello, Mrs Drewe. I hope I'm not being a nuisance. (To Marigold) Hello, darling. Hello. How are you?
MRS DREWE: Why don't you sit there, my lady?
TIM DREWE: Have they started cleaning up after the fire?
EDITH: They're doing it now. Thank heaven it was only my room. God, I was stupid.
TIM DREWE: It's wonderful the interest you take in her, my lady. Perhaps you'll keep an eye on her as she grows.
EDITH: I'm sure I will.
TIM DREWE: It would be a blessing if you would. After all, she's almost a foundling. No parents of her own. No family, no-one to turn to.
MRS DREWE: Tim, what are you saying? We're her family now?
TIM DREWE: I know. But there's a limit to what we can do with three of our own.
MRS DREWE: I don't understand you. Marigold is one of our own. Or very nearly.
TIM DREWE: All I'm saying is her ladyship could prove to be a real blessing if she'd only take an interest. She seems a bright little thing to me.
EDITH: Well, I'd have to think about it.
TIM DREWE: Course you will. Because if people get used to seeing you together, you can't just duck out.
EDITH: That's why we must think carefully and only take it on if I'm sure.
TIM DREWE: You could be a sort of godmother.
EDITH: That's it. Yes, I could be Marigold's godmother.
MRS DREWE: She's got a godmother. We had her christened and my sister's…
TIM DREWE: Talk it over with his lordship, why don't you? See what he thinks.
EDITH: Maybe I could take her up to the house to visit my niece and nephew.
TIM DREWE: My eye. How lucky would she be?
MRS DREWE: It is all very good of you, my lady, I'm sure.
TIM DREWE: Give it a thought. Then we'll see.
INT. GRANTHAM’S HOUSE
Isobel and Dr Clarkson are already sit at table, Violet enters.
VIOLET: Sorry.
ISOBEL: Dr Clarkson has just been telling me about the latest report of the drug insulin.
VIOLET: Oh. It's going to make a great difference to many lives. I'm quite sure of that.
DR CLARKSON: I agree. We're a backwater here but, heaven knows, we've our share of diabetes.
ISOBEL: Just think. A diagnosis will no longer be a death sentence.
VIOLET: I'm glad to see your old interests are reasserting themselves.
DR CLARKSON: Why do you say that?
VIOLET: Mrs Crawley's been distracted lately. With Lord Merton frisking around her skirts and getting in the way.
ISOBEL: You make too much of it.
VIOLET: Do I? We've been invited to tea with Lord Merton at Cavenham. I opened the letter this morning.
ISOBEL: Maybe you're the real quarry and he's only hunting me to throw you off the scent.
VIOLET: I may be older than I was but I can still tell when a man is interested.
DR CLARKSON: I believe Cavenham Park has some beautiful gardens. Though it's the wrong time of year to see them.
VIOLET: The promise of the gardens in summer will be the final worm on the hook.
ISOBEL: Honestly, I'm as good at being teased as the next man but even my sense of humour has its limits.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
Thomas sees Baxter and continues to bully her.
THOMAS: Off you go, Miss Goody Two Shoes. You can play the holy mother all you like, you still nearly got me sacked.
(Molesley downstairs)
MOLESLEY: Leave her alone.
THOMAS: Oh, gallant Mr Molesley. She's never told you though, has she?
MOLESLEY: Miss Baxter has had troubles in the past which you tried to use against her. Until her ladyship put a stop to it. That is all I need to know.
THOMAS: I knew she hadn't told you.
Rose downstairs.
ROSE: Barrow. Could you please tell Mrs Patmore I'm here?
THOMAS: Very good, my lady. Mrs Patmore, Lady Rose.
(Mrs Patmore comes in)
ROSE: A delicious dinner, Mrs Patmore.
MRS PATMORE: Thank you very much.
ROSE: You wanted a word?
MRS PATMORE: Only if it's convenient, my lady.
But, you know that young woman who works at the school?
ROSE: Miss Bunting. Mr Branson's friend.
MRS PATMORE: Yes. I didn't like to ask him in case he found it awkward. I was wondering if she might be prepared to take on some extra work.
INT. LADY MARY’S BEDROOM
Anna prepares Mary for the bed. Anna is worried about her plan.
ANNA: But suppose they telephone Lady Portsmouth.
MARY: She's promised she'll cover for me.
ANNA: I feel quite nervous. And I'm not even going. We'll choose the clothes carefully so you can take them on and off without my help.
MARY: Well, I'll have his help.
ANNA: Honestly, my lady. You'd better hope I never write my memoirs.
MARY: There is one thing I've got to ask you. I'm really sorry, but I must.
ANNA: Go on.
MARY: I have to sure there aren't anyconsequences.
ANNA: What sort of consequences?
MARY: Well, you know.
ANNA: No, I don't. Oh, my God. Er I mean, I beg your pardon, my lady.
MARY: But you see I can't just go into a shop and buy something. What if I were recognised?
ANNA: But I wouldn't know what to buy.
MARY: I've thought of that.
(She takes a book)
MARY: I have a copy of Marie Stopes's book. It tells you everything.
ANNA: Well, won't he take care of it?
MARY: I don't think one should rely on a man in that department, do you?
ANNA: But suppose I'm recognised?
MARY: But you won't be? And even if you are, you're married. With a living husband. Why shouldn't you buy one?
INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM
Daisy cleans up the table, Thomas read the newspaper.
DAISY: Is it true that Lady Rose wants his lordship to buy a wireless?
MOLESLEY: Whether he will or not's another matter.
DAISY: I like the idea of a wireless. To hear people singing and talking in London and all sorts.
MOLESLEY: What's so good about that when you can go to a music hall in York? I'd rather hear a live singer.
THOMAS: If you're looking for Miss Baxter, she's still upstairs.
DAISY: Why do you have to make everything sound so nasty all the time?
THOMAS: I'm nasty about Miss Baxter because she came here to help me and she's broken her word.
DAISY: I doubt that's how she'd put it.
Daisy leaves the room.
THOMAS: Do you think with her past she'd come near a house like this? She'd be lucky to get work in a public laundry.
MOLESLEY: I'm sure she's grateful.
THOMAS: Then she's a funny way of showing it. You do know she's a thief. Stole her mistresses’ jewels.
MOLESLEY: There must be more to it than that.
THOMAS: No. She sneaked up to the bedroom, snatched up the pieces, pearl necklaces, diamond bracelets, put them in her pockets. Then tried to make it look as if someone had broken in.
MOLESLEY: She was obviously unsuccessful.
THOMAS: They gave her five years but she only served three. Came out a few months before I brought her up here so don't say she doesn't owe me.
Bates enters in the room.
BATES: Has Mrs Bates come down yet?
THOMAS: Not yet. We were just discussing your friend. Miss Baxter.
BATES: Is she my friend particularly?
THOMAS: She seems to think so.
BATES: I know you mean to lead me into further inquiry but I couldn't care less what you think, Thomas. On that subject or any other.
MOLESLEY: I agree.
THOMAS: No, you don't. Cos you listened to the story, didn't you?
BATES: What was that about?
MOLESLEY: Oh, nothing.
INT. MAIN HALL
CORA: I must remember to organise a car to meet Charles Blake and his friend. They'll be here at teatime.
ROBERT: Are we a hotel that never presents a bill?
CORA: You've already made that joke.
INT. LIBRARY
Edith waited his parents.
EDITH: There you are. I need your advice.
CORA: How flattering. What is it?
ROSE: Should I go?
EDITH: No. No, it's not a secret. I've been talking to Mr Drewe. Did you know they've taken in a child? The daughter of a friend who died.
CORA: How kind of them.
EDITH: Anyway, the girl is very endearing and I think I'd like to be involved in her future. To help her in some way. Maybe with school fees or something. I've money from my articles and Grandpapa's trust.
ROBERT: Has Drewe put you up to this?
EDITH: No. But I'd like to take an active interest. It'd be good for me.
ROBERT: It's your money. Do what you like with it. But you can't just give the child up when you get bored.
EDITH: I won't get bored.
ROSE: Cousin Robert, did you see this article about how wirelesses are getting cheaper and more reliable?
ROBERT: No.
ROSE: I just thought it was interesting.
ROBERT: No.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
Carson sees Sarah Bunting is here.
CARSON: What's Mr Branson's pal doing down here?
HUGHES: Why? Don't you approve?
CARSON: Last time she came, she gave them all an earful.
HUGHES: I cannot solve the mystery.
How are you getting on with the memorial?
CARSON: His Lordship is resisting the idea of the garden. You don't agree with him?
HUGHES: Well, as it happens, I do.
CARSON: What?
HUGHES: I don't believe in your garden of remembrance. In a town, maybe. But the Yorkshire scenery is our garden of remembrance. I'd prefer to see a memorial at the heart of village life so we'd pass it on the way to church or the shop and give a thought to the boys who fell.
CARSON: You surprise me, Mrs Hughes. I was disappointed in his Lordship, but I'm more disappointed in you.
HUGHES: Every relationship has its ups and downs.
INT. SHOP
Anna comes in to take protections.
MAN: Yes, miss.
ANNA: Erm Is there a lady I could deal with?
MAN: Very good, madam. If you'll just wait there.
(A customer enters)
ANNA: I've not quite made up my mind. Why not serve the gentleman first?
CUSTOMER: That's kind of you. Packet of safety razor blades, please.
MAN: That's sixpence, sir. Thank you.
WOMAN: If we keep this up we'll have another customer along soon.
ANNA: Yes. Erm I would like to buy one of these.
WOMAN: I can see you're married.
ANNA: I am married, yes.
WOMAN: But you don't with for any more children.
ANNA: That's it. That's right.
WOMAN: There is always abstinence.
ANNA: Of course there is but I don't want to take any risks because of my health.
WOMAN: Oh, I see. Well, that does put a slightly different colour on it. Three and eleven.
ANNA: Keep the change.
WOMAN: What about the instructions? They can be very difficult to manage.
ANNA: I'm sure it's perfect. Thank you.
INT. KITCHENS
Sarah Bunting comes in to deal with Daisy’s lessons.
SARAH: I'll take half a crown a lesson.
That's five shillings a week.
HUGHES: You can use my sitting room if you need somewhere private.
SARAH: See you after school. Goodbye.
MRS PATMORE: Wait a minute! That is Daisy's busiest time.
SARAH: I can't come any earlier.
MRS PATMORE: Oh, well, then. Perhaps…
Sarah leaves.
DAISY: I'm excited.
But I'll pay.
It's not right that you should waste your money on me.
MRS PATMORE: No, I want to pay.
HUGHES: That's a nice thing you're doing.
MRS PATMORE: Is it? Well, I think I've been a damn fool and doubled me workload!
INT. ROBERT’S BEDROOM
Robert and bates put some clothes in a suit.
CORA: I wondered who was in here.
ROBERT: We're just sorting out some things for Rose's refugees.
CORA: Poor Rose. Why are you so against getting a wireless?
ROBERT: I wish she'd just say it. "Cousin Robert, please buy a wireless for Downton.”
CORA: I wouldn't mind.
ROBERT: That's because you're American but I’m not. I find the whole idea a kind of thief of life. People waste hours huddled around a box listening to someone burbling inanities from somewhere else.
CORA: But surely now with the latest news and it must be a boon for the old. What do you think, Bates?
BATES: I can't see the Dowager with a wireless, my lady.
ROBERT: It's a fad. It won't last. Oh, no. Not that one.
EXT. LORD MERTON’S HOUSE
Violet and Isobel arrive.
ISOBEL: This is nice.
VIOLET: Lord Grantham said it was the coldest house in Yorkshire.
LORD MERTON: Ah, you're here. I'm so pleased.
ISOBEL: How charming it is.
LORD MERTON: Oh, we do our best.
ISOBEL: I know it's the wrong time of year but I would love to see the gardens.
VIOLET: Shouldn't we allow Lord Merton to tell us how he's planned our visit?
ISOBEL: Of course. It is his house.
VIOLET: Yes.
ISOBEL: I know that.
INT. SHOES’ ROOM
Molesley cleans up shoes and Baxter comes in to see him.
BAXTER: You've been very quiet all day.
MOLESLEY: Have I?
BAXTER: I wish you'd tell me what it is.
MOLESLEY: Very well. Last night Mr Barrow chose to give me an account of your history.
BAXTER: He was bound to, sooner or later.
MOLESLEY: His version is a bleak one, which will not surprise you.
BAXTER: What did he say?
MOLESLEY: Well, for a start, he seemed to suggest that you were in some sort ofprivileged position.
BAXTER: I was a trusted senior ladies maid to a good woman in a rich and respectable household.
MOLESLEY: But then he said thatyou just took your employer's jewels. Snatched them up and put them into your pocket.
BAXTER: I stole a pearl necklace with a ruby clasp. Two diamond bracelets and four rings. Did he tell you I tried to pretend it was a burglary? Well, then. I think you have all the relevant information.
MOLESLEY: There must be something more. There must have been a cause, a reason for you to do such a thing.
BAXTER: What sort of cause?
MOLESLEY: I don't know. Someone that you cared for needed money for an emergency and you were desperate to help.
BAXTER: I was a common thief, Mr Molesley. A convicted criminal. A jailbird.
MOLESLEY: I don't believe you.
BAXTER: Because you don't want to. I would only say that I am not that person now.
INT. LORD MERTON’S HOUSE
Lord Merton, Violet and Isobel drink tea.
LORD MERTON: When you've finished your tea, we can walk the terraces, if you like.
ISOBEL: That sounds ideal.
LORD MERTON: I recently read a book on the science of quarantine and I've been looking forward to discussing it with you.
ISOBEL: We mustn't bore Lady Grantham.
LORD MERTON: Oh, you're right. You see, I need your guiding hand to keep me in check.
VIOLET: Mrs Crawley is never happier than when she has a chance to use her guiding hand. Are you, dear?
ISOBEL: How pretty this room is.
LORD MERTON: Thank you. Mama re-did all these rooms in the '80s. She had good taste, I think. Is one allowed to brag about one's mother?
VIOLET: So the late Lady Merton didn't change it?
LORD MERTON: Ada didn't use it much. She thought it was draughty being so near the front door.
VIOLET: I suppose she had a point. If you don't like being quite so near the front door.
ISOBEL: Well, I think it's enchanting.
LORD MERTON: It's a woman's room, though.
ISOBEL: Of course. The library and the dining room are masculine the drawing rooms and the music rooms are feminine. Or so I was taught.
LORD MERTON: I meant that it needs a woman's presence to make sense of it. When I'm on my own in here I feel like a bull in a china shop.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
Bates is surprised Anna doesn’t join Mary for her trip.
BATES: Why aren't you going with her?
ANNA: What?
BATES: With Lady Mary? She'll be away for almost a week.
ANNA: Yes but they're driving round. They don't know where they'll stay or anything.
BATES: She and Lady Portsmouth?
ANNA: Yes.
BATES: It doesn't sound like Lady Mary. It sounds a bit bohemian.
ANNA: I suppose she's allowed to get away from it all if she wants to. Like anyone.
BATES: Yes. I suppose she is.
INT. CORA’S BEDROOM
Baxter prepares Cora for bed. Robert is here.
CORA: What do you make of Edith's burst of generosity with the Drewe girl?
ROBERT: In all probability her beloved Gregson is dead and she has to sit and watch her sisters' children play. She wants someone to love. It's as simple as that. The problem will come when she has a child of her own to distract her.
CORA: Let's cross that bridge when we come to it.
ROBERT: And let's hope the Drewes don't get sick of her in the meantime.
INT. LADY MARY’S BEDROOM
Anna gives the product to Mary.
MARY: Was it ghastly?
ANNA: I didn't know where to look. But when I thought about it afterwards it seemed unfair to punish me like that. Suppose I had eight children and didn't want any more? Wouldn't I have the right?
MARY: I agree completely.
ANNA: I feel like going back and ordering a baker's dozen.
MARY: One's enough for now.
INT. STRAIRS
Cora sees their guest front of a paint.
CORA: Mr Bricker.
MR BRICKER: This is wonderfully kind of you.
CORA: You can see the painting now or after dinner or wait until tomorrow.
It's entirely up to you.
MR BRICKER: I think I'd like a glimpse of it later this evening.
I can take a proper look in the daylight with my wits about me.
ROBERT: You look as if you've spent the winter away from these shores.
MR BRICKER: I've been in Alexandria.
ROBERT: Really? I don't envy you. I'm not very good at abroad.
INT. DRAWING ROOM
ROSE: …she's in the kitchen?
THOMAS: I don't know what room she's in. But she was giving a lesson to Daisy and she's still here.
ROSE: Shouldn't we invite her to dinner? As she's your friend.
ROBERT: I don't think Lord Grantham would like it. Not after last time.
ROSE: But it seems terribly grand and unfriendly not to. I'll ask Cora.
Charles Blake is arrived.
BLAKE: How are you? I haven't seen you for ages.
MARY: Have I neglected you? I'm sorry.
BLAKE: No need to apologise.
Although I think you might perhaps have told me I was not the lucky winner.
MARY: Why would you say that?
BLAKE: Because it's perfectly obvious.
MARY: Well, I don't seem to have broken your heart.
BLAKE: You sound disappointed.
MARY: Who is this fellow, anyway?
BLAKE: Simon Bricker? Just a chap I know. He was talking about his book in Boodle's. I mentioned the painting here and that was it.
MARY: He's very brown. Lucky chap.
MARY: Charles, I'm sorry if I've hurt you. It's just only lately that I've started to come out of the mist.
BLAKE: And the mist is clearing around the lithe and supple figure of Tony Gillingham.
MARY: Maybe.
BLAKE: Well Good luck to you both. I mean it. That's why I came here. So I could wish you luck in person.
Tom requests to invite Sarah.
CORA: We should give her the option.
TOM: If you're certain. I don't want to feel I'm imposing.
CORA: Don't be silly. This is your home.
Tom leaves and Robert joins Cora and Rose.
ROBERT: Where's Tom going?
CORA: Miss Bunting is downstairs.
ROBERT: What?
ROSE: She's been teaching one of the maids in the kitchen. Tom's gone to ask if she'd like some dinner.
ROBERT: You're not serious.
CORA: She's the first friend Tom's made that has nothing to do with us and we must respect that.
ROBERT: So every time we entertain we must invite this tinpot Rosa Luxemburg.
ROSE: Who's she?
CORA: A German communist who was shot and thrown in the canal. We wouldn't wish that on Miss Bunting.
INT. HUGHES’ OFFICE
Daisy has finished her lessons.
DAISY: I will be mad. I didn't see the time. I've left Mrs Patmore cooking for everyone.
SARAH: Tell her from me, you'll prove a talented mathematician.
(Daisy leaves)
SARAH: Whose idea was it to ask me? Yours?
TOM: No, it was Rose. Although it's a new sensation for me not to be alone in my opinions at the table.
SARAH: If I've encouraged you to stand your ground, I'm glad. But I don't feel like putting either myself or Lord Grantham through another test of strength. Please thank them and say good night for me.
EXT. DOWNTON
SARAH: I don't need a car. I'm perfectly happy to walk.
TOM: When in Rome.
SARAH: But do you ever think you might have been in Rome too long?
TOM: Why do you say that?
SARAH: You needn't always do what the Romans do. There's more in you than that.
TOM: I wonder.
SARAH: You could do anything you want if you put your mind to it.
TOM: I can't deny it.
It's good to hear you talk as if I had a real future.
SARAH: You do have a future. But not here. Not with these people. Your link to them is Sybil but from the way you talk I think she was unique in this family. Free of prejudice, free from narrow thinking.
TOM: That's true enough. She was unique.
SARAH: I just want you to remember that you are the man who tempted her over the park wall to run away to freedom.
TOM: I was that man. But I'm not sure I can be that man again.
SARAH: You can be. I know it. Good night.
INT. GREAT HALL
ROBERT: Where's your friend?
TOM: She couldn't stay. She had to get home.
ROBERT: What a relief.
(Tom is sad)
INT. DINING ROOM
CORA: What were you doing in Alexandria?
MR BRICKER: Escaping the winter and looking at beautiful things.
CORA: Beautiful and very ancient things.
MR BRICKER: I don't agree.
BLAKE: So you're collecting clothes for the Russian refugees.
ROSE: I said no at first because, well, it didn't feel terribly me. But then I thought about them leading their lives before the fall.
BLAKE: Doing everything you would do.
ROSE: Exactly. Dancing and shopping and seeing their friends and then suddenly being thrown out to fend for themselves in the jungle. Well, I thought I had to help if I could.
ROBERT: It's lucky Miss Bunting refused our invitation or she'd give tell us how they're aristocrats and they deserve it. She believes the old regime was unjust.
TOM: She hopes the new system will be an improvement. Does that make her a firebrand? Because I agree with her.
ROBERT: And you don't think certain acts of savagery forfeit sympathy for the perpetrators?
TOM: It was terrible, of course. But the English killed King Charles the first to create a balance between the throne and parliament.
ROBERT: I didn't kill him personally.
TOM: I didn't shoot the Imperial Family.
MR BRICKER: Goodness. Is this what they call a lively exchange of views?
MARY: It's about now that Papa usually fetches his gun.
CORA: Mary, don't tease Mr Bricker. He's come to see a painting and finds himself in the middle of a civil war. I don't think we'll split tonight.
EDITH: They'll only fight if we do.
CORA: You want to see the picture and delay is torment.
MR BRICKER: You read my mind.
(The family stand up)
INT. GREAT HALL
ROBERT: Carson, how are we to move forward with the memorial? I suppose your position has not changed.
CARSON: I can see that I'm losing. I would rather be convinced than defeated, my lord. And I am not yet convinced.
ROSE: Cousin Robert? Did you see that the King is going to speak on the wireless? It was in the paper today.
ROBERT: Don't be silly.
ROSE: No, it's true. For the opening of the British Empire Exhibition. It's being broadcast on the 23rd. I just thought you'd like to know.
ROBERT: Is this true, Carson?
CARSON: I believe so, my lord. Talking about the Empire too.
ROBERT: I wonder. If the King wants to use the wireless to speak to his people maybe we have to listen.
CARSON: I wouldn't say that, my lord. Is it not a case of the King being forced into accepting a humiliating assignment by his ministers?
ROBERT: Are you saying the King is a weak man, Carson?
CARSON: Never that, my lord. But even kings must bow to pressure sometimes.
ROBERT: And should we not support him in his hour of endurance? Oh, cheer up. We can always hire one. Surely we won't be corrupted if it's only in the house for a day.
EXT. DOWNTON, SERVANTS’ YARD
Molesley is outside alone. Baxter joins him.
BAXTER: They said you were out here.
MOLESLEY: I thought I'd get some air before we have our dinner.
BAXTER: I've let you down, haven't I?
MOLESLEY: No, I wouldn't say so. You are who you are. You made choices and you paid the price for them.
BAXTER: Still, I'm not who you thought me.
MOLESLEY: It is not for me to pass sentence. You've had enough of that.
BAXTER: I've changed. I'm different now. I wish you could believe me.
MOLESLEY: But you won't tell me why you did it because I am not persuaded you could have acted on your own.
BAXTER: Maybe not. But I don't want to talk about that. Because, alone or not, in the end, I made the choice to steal. And there's no point trying to pass the sin along.
MOLESLEY: Then you won't allow me an opinion.
BAXTER: You see, you wouldn't have done it. No matter who asked you to. No matter what the provocation.
MOLESLEY: I don't claim that. If a man must watch his loved ones starve, who's to say what he'll do?
BAXTER: But I wasn't starving, was I? Believe me. I'd give a limb to rewrite that whole chapter of my life. But I can't, Mr Molesley. Even for you. I can't.
INT. LIVING ROOM
Cora shows the picture.
MR BRICKER: Do you have a clear record of how it came to be here?
CORA: The second Earl was our collector. He bought it when he was quite a young man on his grand tour.
MR BRICKER: Which was when?
CORA: 1789. We've a letter from his mother. She's heard about the fall of the Bastille and her son was going through France. She sent it by special messenger.
MR BRICKER: Mothers.
CORA: Some things never change.
MR BRICKER: Lots of things never change.
CORA: Tomorrow I can show you some other pictures he brought back if you have time.
MR BRICKER: I have all the time in the world. I should enjoy it very much.
ROBERT: There's coffee in the drawing room.
CORA: Thank you. We'll be right in.
ROBERT: Isis, come here, girl.
INT. SERVANTS’ ROOM
Daisy cleans up the table.
DAISY: I can't believe it. When she explained how it all worked, I could see it at once.
MRS PATMORE: Well, this is our lady of the numbers.
DAISY: If I'd had a teacher like her, things might have turned out different.
MRS PATMORE: They've not turned out so badly, have they?
HUGHES: I'm glad to see some smiles at the end of a long day.
MRS PATMORE: Daisy's singing the praises of Miss Bunting and her teaching.
HUGHES: I should keep it to yourself. She's not a favourite with Mr Carson.
DAISY: Why, what's she done?
HUGHES: It's not what she's done it's what he calls her dangerous ideas.
DAISY: Dangerous or not I'm sure they're good ideas.
HUGHES: Careful, he'll think you've been infected.
(Carson comes in)
CARSON: What's this?
HUGHES: Daisy's worried she's been infected with a cold from the delivery boy.
CARSON: Oh, his lordship and I are walking down to the village tomorrow to look at possible sites. Erm, I don't like it when we're not on the same side.
HUGHES: We're different people, Mr Carson. We can't always agree.
CARSON: I know. But I don't like it.
INT. CORA’S BEDROOM
Baxter prepares Cora for bed.
CORA: I can't make a decision, Baxter, until you tell me the whole truth.
BAXTER: I have, my lady.
CORA: I don't mean you tried to shield yourself, quite the contrary. To be honest, I don't know why I haven't dismissed you out of hand. I employ a jewel thief to look after my jewels. It doesn't make sense!
BAXTER: I don't know what to say.
CORA: I should sack you for just concealing it.
BAXTER: Should I take this as my dismissal?
CORA: I don't know. I don't know why not but I don't know.
INT. LIBRARY
Blake chats a little with Mary and Rose.
BLAKE: What was the matter with Tom?
MARY: Papa will blame his friend Miss Bunting for filling his ears with poison but I'm not sure.
ROSE: He has so little life away from us.
MARY: He's had no life since Sybil died. But I've a feeling he's turning back into who he really is.
BLAKE: Is that a bad thing?
MARY: For us, maybe. But not for him.
ROSE: Well, I'm going up. Good night, you two. Do you think there's a chance cousin Robert might get a wireless?
MARY: Well, if he won't get one for the King, your cause is hopeless.
ROSE: That's true.
Rose leaves.
BLAKE: I loved Rose's definition of ordinary life. Dancing and shopping and seeing one's friends. I'm going to bed too. I'm worn out.
MARY: But I hope you'll be happy for me. If it is Tony in the end.
BLAKE; Nothing will make me happier than seeing you happy. But please be absolutely sure before you decide.
MARY: Why do you say that?
BLAKE: Because you're cleverer than he is. That might have worked in the last century when ladies had to hide their brains behind good manners and breeding. But not now.
MARY: I don't agree. I think Tony is quite as clever as I am.
BLAKE: Then one of us is right and one is wrong.
MARY: You not fair. I'm not some overheated housemaid drooling over a photograph of Douglas Fairbanks.
BLAKE: Plantagenets are as susceptible as housemaids when it comes to sex.
MARY: Are we talking about sex or love?
BLAKE: That is a question mankind has wrestled with since the dawn of time. Good night.
INT. CORA’S BEDROOM
Robert joins Cora in bed.
ROBERT: Poor Tom. He's nothing more than a ventriloquist dummy for that terrible woman's ideas to come spewing out of his mouth.
CORA: Maybe she's given him confidence to say what he really thinks. Not to sit in silence listening to a thousands things he disagrees with.
ROBERT: She'll steal him away from us. I can feel this. She's pulling him back to the other side.
CORA: I hope not. But if he feels he has to go, that's what he must do.
ROBERT: Well, he's not taking Sybbie.
CORA: Don't be silly.
ROBERT: I mean it. I am not having Sybil's only child snatched from everyone she loves to be brought up by some harpie in an American sewer!
CORA: If the time comes, then we will talk to Tom. And I suggest we try to be a little more calm about it.
ROBERT: For heaven's sake! Can't I be angry when our eldest grandchild is about to be stolen from us for ever? And tell your friend Bricker to stop flirting with Isis. There is nothing more ill-bred than trying to steal the affections of someone's else's dog!
CORA: Very well. I'll tell him. To stop flirting.
INT. LADY MARY’S BEDROOM
ANNA: I think I've put everything in. Your packet's here, my lady.
MARY: Thank you.
ANNA: I don't think there's anything too difficult to fasten.
MARY: Lord Gillingham can always help.
ANNA: For the last time, are you certain you know what you're doing?
MARY: I believe so. Anna, the way things are going, life will be lived in much closer quarters in future. My grandparents lived in vast rooms surrounded by staff. If they disagreed, they'd hardly have known it. But it won't be like that for us. I must be sure I'm right to want this man. As my friend. As my lover, as my husband.
ANNA: Well, I think it's a big risk.
MARY: Please. I can't be lectured twice in one evening. I've already had a ticking off from Mr Blake.
ANNA: You didn't tell him.
MARY: Only that I thought Lord Gillingham was the one. The point is I want to marry again. And I absolutely don't want to divorce.
ANNA: Well, I wish you luck, my lady.
EXT DOWNTON, CENTER OF THE VILLAGE
The consul finds the perfect place for the memorial.
ROBERT: Morning.
CARSON: Morning.
ROBERT: There you are. I'm afraid it's the perfect position for me.
CARSON: Millions of men killed, my lord, and we'll remember them with a stone cross for women to stop by and gossip?
ROBERT: I prefer to say that as people go about their business, we remind them of the men who died.
CARSON: They gave their lives for our freedom and we'll remember them with a convenient step to sit for a moment and tie up your shoelace.
MRS ELKITH: Afternoon, my lord.
ROBERT: Hello, Mrs Elkith. What are you up to?
MRS ELKITH: I'm just waiting for our Robbie. He likes to say hello to his father sometimes after school.
CARSON: It's good of you to make a special journey.
MRS ELKITH: Oh, no. He comes with me when I'm on the way to the shop or the post office and takes a chance to visit the grave then. My Bob was a lovely man and a wonderful dad and I don't want our Robbie to forget him. Not if I can help it.
CARSON: No. No, of course you don't.
ROBERT: Thank you, Mrs Elkith. Your words have made quite an impression on me. Don't you agree, Carson?
CARSON: I do, yes. Quite an impression.
ROBBIE: My lord.
INT. GREAT HALL
Men set up the wireless.
DAISY: Why is it called a wireless when there's so many wires?
MRS PATMORE: I don't know.
ROSE: Nothing's happening.
CHEMIST: It's just warming up, my lady.
(Music plays)
ROSE: Is that Jack Hylton?! Oh, golly, isn't this thrilling?!
CARSON: What's this I see? Servants loitering in the hall with her ladyship due at any moment.
MRS PATMORE: Look at that. If I touch it, will I get a shock?
CARSON: You'll only get a shock if you listen to it.
HUGHES: I think it's exciting. We're catching up, Mr Carson. Whether you like it or not, Downton is catching up with the times we lived in.
CARSON: That is exactly what I am afraid of.
INT. DREWE’S HOUSE
Edith has Marigold besides her.
MRS DREWE: Hello.
EDITH: Before I go, I hope we're all united in the plan.
TIM DREWE: It's very kind of you, my lady. Isn't it, Margie?
MRS DREWE: Very kind.
EDITH: I just want every opportunity for little Marigold.
MRS DREWE: It's very generous.
EDITH: And you won't mind me being part of her life? She needs a chance to dream.
MRS DREWE: You mustn't fill her head with too many dreams, my lady.
TIM DREWE: This is a wonderful opportunity you're offering. Thank you.
EDITH: I'll see you soon.
EDITH: Bye-bye.
MARIGOLD: Bye.
(Edith leaves)
TIM DREWE: What's the matter?
MRS DREWE: Why should anything be the matter?
TIM DREWE: You could have been more gracious.
MRS DREWE: I don't want this place to be her doll's house. And Marigold her doll. To be kissed and petted and cast aside when she loses interest.
TIM DREWE: She won't lose interest.
MRS DREWE: How can you be sure?
TIM DREWE: I am sure. I'll be in the yard. Tell me when the food's ready.
MRS DREWE: Hands, please.
INT. GREAT HALL
Everyone listen the wireless.
KING: "It gives me the greatest pleasure and satisfaction to come here today with the Queen for the purpose of opening the British Empire Exhibition."
MRS PATMORE: I suppose he can't hear us.
ANNA: No, it doesn't work like that.
KING: “…the board of management.”
INT. HOTEL
Mary comes in.
MARY: Miss Mary Crawley.
RECEPTIONNIST: Welcome to Liverpool, Miss Crawley. I hope you enjoy your stay.
MARY: I'm sure I will.
INT. GREAT HALL
The speech is over.
ROBERT: Well, you have heard the voice of His Majesty King George V. What do you think, Carson? Mrs Hughes, the King on the wireless?
CARSON: I prefer to think of him on his throne, my lord.
HUGHES: To me it's a good thing. To make him less of a myth, more of a man.
ROBERT: Well, I hope you've all taken something of value from it.
ISOBEL: Mrs Hughes is right. The radio somehow makes the King more real.
VIOLET: It is a good thing? The monarchy has thrived on magic and mystery. Strip them away and people may think the royal family is just like us.
ISOBEL: Well, would that be so wrong?
VIOLET: Well, only if they want to stay at Buckingham Palace. It was as though he was right in the room with us.
INT. SERVANTS’ HALL
Anna sees Thomas feels sad.
ANNA: Cheer up, Mr Barrow. Weren't you pleased to hear the King? I expect it's difficult for you with Jimmy gone. We all need a special friend from time to time.
THOMAS: I wasn't special to him. Not truly.
ANNA: I don't agree. I think he liked you.
THOMAS: Maybe. A little. But I don't think I'm very likeable to people here.
ANNA: Do you want to be?
THOMAS: There are times when I'd like to belong? Does that sound funny?
ANNA: Not to me. Not at all.
INT. GREAT HALL
CARSON: Shall I have it collected in the morning, my lord?
ROSE: Must he?
CORA: Do we need to get rid of it in quite such a hurry now it's here.
ROBERT: Put it in the small library.
ROSE: Thank you for changing your mind. I wasn't aware I'd decided against it.
CARSON: You can clear this for now.
ROSE: It's such a pity Mary had to miss it for a boring sketching trip.
INT. HOTEL, LADY’S MARY BEDROOM
Someone knocks on the door in the bedroom. It’s Lord Gillingham.
MARY: It's mad not to give a false name.
TONY: Always make a lie as truthful as possible. If you're seen, you have the right name, you're alone in your room. And why shouldn't you be in Liverpool?
MARY: How did you manage to get the rooms connected?
TONY: Well, I'm not a complete halfwit. Nor, happily, is the manager.
MARY: So, what's the plan?
TONY: It's a simple one. We'll go down to Church Street for a delicious dinner. After which, we'll come back.
MARY: And make love?
TONY: Exactly. We'll make love all night. And, in fact, for as long as either of us has any stamina left.
MARY: And who can say fairer than that?
INT. CARSON’S OFFICE
HUGHES: I meant to ask how you got on this morning.
CARSON: Oh, we've settled it. It's going to be in the village.
HUGHES: Well, I hope you're not too upset.
CARSON: I only asked to be convinced. My walk through the village convinced me. Andthere's a bonus.
HUGHES: What's that?
CARSON: It puts us back in agreement, Mrs Hughes. I'm not comfortable when you and I are not in agreement.
HUGHES: You're very flattering. With talk like that you make me want to check to see that my hair's tidy.
CARSON: Get away with you.
HUGHES: No, I mean it.
Thomas knocks on the door.
THOMAS: There's a policeman to see you, Mr Carson.
CARSON: A policeman?
SGT WILLIS: It's just Sergeant Willis, Mr Carson.
CARSON: Hello, Mr Willis. Thank you, Mr Barrow. You're scaremongering has not succeeded. That'll be all.
(Thomas leaves)
CARSON: Sit down, Mr Willis. Have a cup of tea. How can I help you?
SGT WILLIS: Well, it's an odd business but we may as well get down to it. A man stayed here last year, Mr Alex Green. Worked for Lord Gillingham.
CARSON: I remember him well. Why wouldn't I when he died so very tragically not long after?
SGT WILLIS: Well, that's all I need. I've just been told to check that you remember him. Thank you. And to give warning that we might need to ask some questions.
CARSON: I don't understand.
SGT WILLIS: Well, something's turned up. And before they take it further, they're trying to establish its significance.
HUGHES: But what is that? What's turned up?
SGT WILLIS: A witness.
(Hughes feels problems not ending)
End of the episode.
Ecrit par Stella
