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Depuis l’altercation de l’épisode précédent, la relation entre Robert et Cora est tendue. Le plan intriguant de Blake commence à se réaliser, quand Mary est inopinément piquée contre sa rivale. Édith reçoit de terribles nouvelles et décide de prendre des mesures draconiennes, laissant tout le monde abasourdie. Suivant une mystérieuse suggestion, Baxter se trouve entraînée dans l'enquête sur la mort de Green. En attendant, l'état de Thomas se détériore, l'incitant finalement à révéler la vérité à Baxter. Il n’y a pas que des mauvaises nouvelles cependant ; l'amour est dans l’air pour plus d'un membre de la famille Crawley.


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Episode 6

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Réalisateur : Philip John

Scénariste : Julian Fellowes


Distributions :

Maggie Smith... Violet Crawley, Dowager Countess of Grantham
Hugh Bonneville... Robert Crawley, Comte de Grantham
Laura Carmichael... Lady Edith Crawley
Jim Carter... Charles Carson
Brendan Coyle... John Bates
Michelle Dockery... Lady Mary Crawley
Kevin Doyle... Molesley
Joanne Froggatt... Anna Smith
Lily James... Lady Rose
Rob James-Collier... Thomas Barrow
Allen Leech... Tom Branson
Phyllis Logan... Elsie Hughes
Elizabeth McGovern... Cora Crawley, Comtesse de Grantham
Sophie McShera... Daisy Robinson Mason
Lesley Nicol... Beryl Patmore
David Robb... Dr Clarkson
Penelope Wilton... Isobel Crawley
Raquel Cassidy... Phyllis Baxter
Tom Cullen... Anthony Gillingham
Julian Ovenden... Charles Blake


Guests Stars :

Emma Lowndes (Mrs Drewe), Andrew Scarborough (Tim Drewe), Matt Barber (Atticus Aldridge), Fifi Hart (Sybbie Branson), Jeremy Swift (Septimus Spartt), Sue Johnston (Gladys Denker), Penny Downie (Lady Sinderby), James Faulkner (Lord Sinderby), Howard Ward (Sergeant Willis), Catherine Steadman (Mabel Lane Fox), Rade Sherbedgia (Igor Kuragin), Louis Hilver (Détective Vyner), Matthew Jure (Bagagiste)





Molesley comes from outside.


MOLESLEY (to Hughes): A telegram for Lady Edith.




Molesley gives the telegraph to Carson and he gives it to Edith. Edith reads it and she is devastated.




Cora takes breakfast in bed.


ROBERT: I don't want to disturb you.

CORA: Don't be silly. You couldn't disturb me. Thank you, Baxter.

(Baxter leaves)

ROBERT: I wouldn't have bothered you.

CORA: Stop talking like that and move back in.

ROBERT: I only came to tell you that Edith's about to receive some bad news.

CORA: What? How do you know?

ROBERT: Her editor's on his way here to her this afternoon. I’m afraid it's what we've been waiting for.

CORA: However much you expect it, it's still painful when it arrives.




Anna, Hughes and Carson talks about the telegraph.


ANNA: You don't think it's good news?

CARSON: If it were, he'd have telephoned.

HUGHES: When you see Madge, warn her.

(Mrs Patmore joins them)

MRS PATMORE: Are you all set for tomorrow?

CARSON: What's this?

MRS PATMORE: I'm going to see the cottage again, and then I have to make up my mind. Mrs Hughes is coming with me.

ANNA: I'll leave you to it.

(Anna leaves)

CARSON: What's it like, this cottage?

HUGHES: I don't know. You can ask me after tomorrow. Unless you want to come with us?

CARSON: She wouldn't want me.

HUGHES: You know that's not true. It'd be good to bury the memorial business.

CARSON: See what she says but don't force her.




Mary talks about the news.


MARY: Of course it's terrible, but what did she think he was doing? Living in a tree?

ANNA: You mustn't make jokes, Milady.

MARY: Only in here. I'll be as solemn as a church when I go down. No, I am sorry, truly. He was a nice man. Though what he saw in Edith. (She reads a paper) Goodness. The York and Ainsty are holding a point-to-point at Canningford Grange on Saturday, and Mr Blake has persuaded Lord Gillingham they should ride in it.

ANNA: Don't you have to follow the hunt to be eligible?

MARY: They've been out with the York and Ainsty. They'll have wangled it. I might join them.

ANNA: Are ladies allowed to race with the men?

MARY: It changed just before the war. Papa thinks it terribly fast.

ANNA: Do they want to stay here, Mr Blake and Lord Gillingham?

MARY: They want to meet at Canningford and then come here that night. Golly.

ANNA: Why would His Lordship come here after you've broken it off?

MARY: Because he still won't accept I know my own mind. Anna, do you think I'm looking rather frumpy?

ANNA: Certainly not, Milady.

MARY: Hm. I'm tempted to remind them of what they're missing.

ANNA: You'd never be that heartless.




Isobel and Violet play cards.


VIOLET: Shrimpie says he's narrowing the list of possibilities, and he thinks he'll track her down before long.

ISOBEL: Are you going to tell the prince?

VIOLET: I think I should, don't you?

ISOBEL: Would you like me to come?

VIOLET: No. I'll go alone this time.

(A maid enters)

DENKER: Oh. I'm ever so sorry, Milady, I didn't know you had company.

VIOLET: This is Mrs Crawley, my cousin. You'll find she's a frequent visitor.

DENKER: Good day, Madam.

ISOBEL: Hello.

VIOLET: Denker is my new maid. She's trying to find her way around. Did you have a question, Denker?

DENKER: It can wait, Milady. Well, I was going to ask you about the luggage, and which cases you prefer when you travel.

VIOLET: Wells, I don't travel much these days. Why don't you ask Spratt? He'll help you.

DENKER: Oh, he'll help me, will he? Hmm. That's good to know. If you'll excuse me.




Anna sees Thomas is not very well.


ANNA: Honestly, Mr Barrow, take some time off and have a rest. You look awful.

THOMAS: I'm fine, thank you. I've never felt better.

BATES: You've never looked worse.

THOMAS: Since you are indifferent to my opinions, Mr Bates, it's only fitting I am indifferent to yours.

ANNA: I'm nipping to the cottage. I've left my button box there.

(A bell rings)

HUGHES: Oh, that's Lady Mary. She must want something before lunch.

BATES: You go, I'll fetch it.

ANNA: Would you? Thank you.




No one talk. Edith is very sad.


MARY: Do we know when he'll get here?

CORA: Later this afternoon.

ROBERT: I should have some drawings for you all to look at before long.

ROSE: What sort of drawings?

ROBERT: Ideas for how we could renovate the run-down village houses.

ROSE: Why is there such a building spurt?

MARY: Because the war showed how half the population were badly housed.

ROBERT: They were shocked by how unhealthy some of the new recruits were. "You cannot expect to get an A1 population out of C3 homes."

CORA: Who said that?

ROBERT: I think it was on a poster.

MARY: I heard from Charles today. He and Tony are competing in the point-to-point at Canningford on Saturday.

ROSE: Atticus was talking about that.

CORA: Atticus?

ROSE: Atticus Aldridge, the chap I met in York.

CORA: Has he become a friend?

ROSE: Yes. His parents, the Sinderbys, have bought Canningford Grange.

ROBERT: Now they're wooing the county. Lord Sinderby's rich, isn't he?

MARY: Who'd take it on if they weren't?

ROSE: Why don't we all go, make a day of it?

MARY: Yes. We could ask Granny and Isobel and take the children. Shall I tell Charles they can stay here?

CORA: Course, if you want them to.

ROBERT: When this fellow arrives, it would be nice if you could leave Edith and me to see him on our own.




Bates is finding what Anna wants and discovers the medicine for Mary and the book.




Violet and Denker comes to Prince Kuragin hotel.


VIOLET: This must be it. Ah.

DENKER: Really, Milady? You do surprise me.

VIOLET: I hope your standards are not so high as to prevent you remaining in my employment, Denker.

DENKER: No, not at all. Not as high as that, Milady.

VIOLET: Where's the? Where's the knocker?

(She knocks)

VIOLET: You… You stay here.




The editor arrives.




Carson comes back from the front door.


CARSON: I've shown him into the drawing room, but I'm afraid it is as we feared.

HUGHES: Oh, I am sorry.

CARSON: His Lordship's with them now.

MRS PATMORE: He's here, then?

HUGHES: Yes, and it's not looking hopeful.

MRS PATMORE: Oh, dear. Mrs Hughes says you want to come with us tomorrow.

CARSON: Only if you wouldn't mind.

MRS PATMORE: This is the olive branch, I suppose?

CARSON: If it's too much trouble.

MRS PATMORE: No, no. You can buy the tea.




Mrs Patmore shares the news with Daisy.


MRS PATMORE: Mr Carson wants to see the cottage.

DAISY: He wants you to forgive him.

MRS PATMORE: Why don't you come too?

DAISY: I've got work to do.

MRS PATMORE: You seem to be working harder than when Miss Bunting was around.

DAISY: I am working harder. I'm determined not to let her down.




Violet visits Prince Kuragin.


KURAGIN: Some tea? I can just about make tea. How did you find me?

VIOLET: Rose gave me your address.

KURAGIN: And you came alone to this part of the city?

VIOLET: I was accompanied by my maid. She's waiting outside.

KURAGIN: How wonderful to be back in a world where ladies are accompanied by their maids. Why didn't your son provide you with a car?

VIOLET: Oh, he would have done. I just didn't choose to tell him where I was going.

KUGARIN: It is not our first secret assignation.

VIOLET: I always feel more comfortable leaving the past in the past.

KURAGIN: Then why have you come?

VIOLET: Because Rose's father, Lord Flintshire, thinks he's close to finding the Princess.

KURAGIN: She's alive, then?

VIOLET: She was alive when she left Russia. That they know. They think she was put on a boat headed for Hong Kong. You'll know more soon.

KURAGIN: I wanted you from the moment I first saw you. More than mortal man ever wanted woman.

VIOLET: That is an historical detail.

KURAGIN: Nonsense. If Irena were dead, I would ask you to run away with me now.

VIOLET: You couldn't run away when there's no-one left to "run away" from.

KURAGIN: I loved you more than I loved her. Even today. Even this afternoon.

VIOLET: Please don't.

KURAGIN: Why not, if it's true?

VIOLET: Because you'll make it sound as if we were both unhappy, and I don't believe you were and I certainly was not.

KURAGIN: You wouldn't admit it if it were true. You think to be unhappy in a marriage is ill-bred.

VIOLET: You do know me, Igor. That I must concede.





Carson hangs on.


HUGHES: Who was that?

CARSON: Sergeant Willis. He wants to come back with that man from Scotland Yard. I don't like the sound of it.

HUGHES: Is it to see Mr Bates again?

CARSON: That's the funny thing. He wants to see Miss Baxter this time.

HUGHES: Miss Baxter? What's she got to say about it?

CARSON: Search me.

HUGHES: When are they coming?

CARSON: Tomorrow morning.

HUGHES: I hope they don't stay all day or we'll miss our appointment.




Cora waits what it had been said.


ROBERT: He's gone.

CORA: Didn't he want some tea?

ROBERT: I offered him tea, dinner and a bed for the night, but he had to get back. Gregson's dead, I'm afraid.

CORA: How terrible that is to hear. And was it this Herr Hitler?

ROBERT: Apparently. Or at least his gang of thugs, during the so-called Bierkeller Putsch in Munich. It took days for the police to get the city back under control, and by then any trace of Gregson was buried. They've found him now, of course or what's left of him.

CORA: It's too horrible to think about. At least they've locked Hitler up for five long years.

ROBERT: Coombs says he won't serve five years, or anything like it. There's another thing. Edith inherits Gregson's publishing company.

CORA: I think I expected that.

ROBERT: I hope, somehow, it helps her get through this.

CORA: It was very generous of him.

ROBERT: I suppose they loved each other.

CORA: Oh, poor Edith. How is she taking it?

ROBERT: Hard to say. It wasn't a surprise, of course. But there's always a shred of hope, isn't there?

CORA: Shall I go and see her?

ROBERT: She's gone for a walk. She wanted to be on her own.




Edith visits Mrs Drewe.


MRS DREWE: I'm sorry, Milady, I'm afraid it's not convenient just now.

EDITH: I-I only want a moment.

MRS DREWE: As I said, it's not convenient.

TIM: What's this?

MRS DREWE: I don't want her to come in.

EDITH: Well, there's no need to be rude.

TIM: Of course not.

MRS DREWE: Well, she's not coming in and that's flat.

(She walks away)

TIM: I'm trying to bring her around, but I wish you hadn't jumped the gun.

EDITH: I know, but I had some bad news today and I needed to see her.

TIM: You mean you were right about Marigold's father? I'm very sorry to hear it. But if you could just give me some time.

EDITH: I don't have time, Mr Drewe.




The servants heard the news.


THOMAS: Of course I'm sorry, but let's face it he's been dead for over a year. That's when he went missing.

ANNA: Yes, but he didn't die for Lady Edith until this afternoon. That's what matters, isn't it?

BATES: I suppose so.


MOLESLEY: What are you studying now, Daisy?

DAISY: The War of the Spanish Succession.

MOLESLEY: Oh. As a matter of fact, I'm Ve…

BAXTER: Very what, Mr Molesley?

MOLESLEY: Er Oh, never mind.




Violet and Isobel are ready to leave but Spratt interrupts them.


SPRATT: Ohh I'm sorry to disturb Your Ladyship.

VIOLET: What is it, Spratt?

SPRATT: We are having rather a problem with Miss Denker. She does not seem to grasp the laundry arrangements here. She wants it all to go to the big house, even the smaller items.

VIOLET: You're losing your sense of the appropriate, Spratt. You're losing your sense of occasion.

SPRATT: But she's back there in the kitchen now, shouting at the top of her voice, and refusing to wash your things.

VIOLET: Well, I'm sure this is all very interesting to Mrs Crawley.

SPRATT: I'm sorry, Milady, but I can't help it. May I send her in?

(Spratt is leaving)

VIOLET: I do apologise.

ISOBEL: Oh, don't. I'm enjoying it immensely.

VIOLET: Oh, that's what I was afraid of.

ISOBEL: Are you going to the picnic at Canningford Grange on Saturday?

VIOLET: I think I might.

IOSBEL: Oh, I'm glad, because… No, never mind.

VIOLET: What were you going to say?

ISOBEL: Only that I've asked Lord Merton to tea tomorrow.

VIOLET: Have you decided at last?

ISOBEL: Yes, I think so.


ISOBEL: But please don't pester me. I'll let you know on Saturday.


(Miss Denker enters)

DENKER: I'm having rather a problem with Mr Spratt, Milady. I do not know if Miss Collins pandered to him, but he seems to have no knowledge of the proper role of a lady's maid.

VIOLET: Well, we all pander to Spratt in this house, Denker. He rules us with a rod of iron.

DENKER: All except me, Milady. But I see you have company, so we'll discuss this at some other time.

ISOBEL: And you wonder why I have neither lady's maid nor butler.




Bates cleans up the shoes, Anna enters in the room.


ANNA: When I've done these, I might go back to the cottage and read until our dinner. Madge says Lady Edith is dreadfully cut up, and it's extra hard because he was killed so long ago. And I suppose she can't expect the whole household to go into mourning when he was no relation and he's been dead for so long. Will you please tell me what is the matter?

BATES: I couldn't find your button box.

ANNA: I'd forgotten all about it. Oh, well, never mind. It'll turn up.

BATES: I did look. I looked in all the cupboards, and I found some other things.

ANNA: Oh, yes?

BATES: Yes. I found a book by Marie Stopes and a box containing a cunning piece of equipment to ensure there would be no Baby Bates.

ANNA: And I'm supposed to applaud your poking around in my things, am I?

BATES: Now, just a minute. It is not for you to be angry with me - it is for me to be angry with you.

ANNA: How do you make that out?

BATES: You tell me you are longing for a child, that it's in the hands of God, but you seem to have put it in the very practised hands of Miss Stopes.

ANNA: You're wrong. It's not like that.

BATES: Then what is it like?

ANNA: Come in, Lily. I'll leave these on the table for you.




Molesley wants to borrow a book.


MOLESLEY: Ah, Daisy, there you are. I wondered if you'd like to borrow this.

DAISY: What is it?

MOLESLEY: The fifth volume of The Cambridge Modern History. My dad gave me the whole set for my 40th birthday.

DAISY: I don't know. I've got so many books already.

MRS PATMORE: Don't be churlish. Mr Molesley's offering to lend you one of his prized possessions.

MOLESLEY: There's a good chapter on the war and politics in Queen Anne's reign. But if it's not interesting to you, I quite understand.

DAISY: No, I will look at it. Thank you.

(Molesley leaves)

MRS PATMORE: He's very kind, you know. We should always be polite to people who are kind. There's not much of it about.




Robert is ready to bed. Cora try to convince him to sleep with her.


CORA: What have you told Bates?

ROBERT: Nothing.

CORA: And he hasn't asked why you're sleeping in here?

ROBERT: Certainly not.

CORA: I wondered if you might like to change your mind and come back. You heard Mr Bricker say he was not in my room by my invitation.

ROBERT: How do I know that wasn't just his gallantry?

CORA: Because I'm telling you. Nothing happened.

ROBERT: I'll tell you what did happen. You allowed him into your private life. A man who thought he could step into my place, just like that.

CORA: He thought it and he was mistaken. Very well. If you can honestly say you have never let a flirtation get out of hand since we married, if you have never given a woman the wrong impression, then by all means stay away. Otherwise, I expect you back in my room tonight.

(Cora leaves the room. Robert thinks and finally joins Cora in her room)




The police wants to question Baxter.


BAXTER: But why me? What have I got to do with it? I wasn't working here when Mr Green first came.

HUGHES: That's right. She only came…

SGT WILLIS: Thank you, Mrs Hughes. Even so, we understand you have some information concerning Mr and Mrs Bates.

BAXTER: What information?

INSP VYNER: That's what we hope you'll tell us. I want to talk about your past, Ms Baxter. Would you prefer we were alone?

HUGHES: I can't allow you to question a maid in this house without my being present.

INSP VYNER: Miss Baxter?

BAXTER: Let her stay.

INSP VYNER: Very well. When you served your prison sentence for theft…


INSP VYNER: They released you after three years, leaving the remaining two years to lie on the books.


INSP VYNER: You know that if you break the terms of your release, you can return to prison without a trial?

HUGHES: That seems…

INSP VYNER: Mrs Hughes, one more interruption and I will ask you to leave.

BAXTER: You think I know more than I do. I believe there was an incident when Mr Green was staying here. And there may have been a journey to London that no-one knew about, but I couldn't swear to any of it.

INSP VYNER: Not even whether it was Mr Bates who made the journey?

BAXTER: Not even that.

SGT WILLIS: Thanks for your help, Miss Baxter.

BAXTER: Who told you I knew anything?

SGT WILLIS: We had a letter.

HUGHES: From whom?

INSP VYNER: Good day, Mrs Hughes.

HUGHES: I am going to ask one question. Does Her Ladyship know your story?

BAXTER: Yes, she knows everything.

HUGHES: Then we'll say no more about it.




Robert shows draws to Mary and Tom.


ROBERT: Come and see these.

MARY: Oh, yes, this is just the kind of work we're looking for, isn't it?

ROBERT: I knew you'd say that.

MARY: Why?

ROBERT: They'd cost the most.

TOM: And these designs?

ROBERT: They'd be much cheaper.

MARY: Much nastier.

TOM: A lot of the renovated cottages will be occupied by lifetime tenants. We'd have no real income for 2O years.

MARY: So instead of Mr Wavell's horrid houses, we'll make our own?

ROBERT: Tom's protecting the estate.

(Cora sees the dog is not very well)

CORA: What's the matter, darling? She's very listless. I wonder if she's picked up a germ?

MARY: She'd have eaten a dead squirrel or something equally fell. She's quite fat. Perhaps she's pregnant.

ROBERT: No, she can't be. So, what do we say about these drawings?

MARY: I suppose we should go for the cheaper option, but it's a shame. Anyway, I must fly. I've got an appointment in York in an hour.




THOMAS: Mrs Hughes, have you seen Miss Baxter?

HUGHES: It's not like you to seek Ms Baxter’s company.

THOMAS: I'm serious, Mrs Hughes.

BAXTER: It's all right. I heard.

THOMAS: Could I talk with you, please?




THOMAS: Come in here. I'm sorry about this.

BAXTER: Go on. I can take it.

(Thomas shows her his infections)

BAXTER: God in heaven.

THOMAS: I thought it would pass, but it just keeps getting worse. I can't sleep.

BAXTER: I'm not surprised.

THOMAS: Help me. You were always asking if I need help. Well, now's your chance. I don't know what to do.

BAXTER: We're going to the doctor, now, and we'll show him the syringe, and the liquid you injected, all the pills you've been taking, all of it. Follow me down in five minutes, and we'll meet by the backdoor, and bring everything with you do you understand?

THOMAS: I've done something that I shouldn't have. And if you knew what it was, you wouldn't want to be part of this.

BAXTER: I know what it was. Now, come down in five minutes.




Mary make a new haircut.


HAIRDRESSER: Ahh. It is wonderful on you, My Lady.

MARY: I hope so. My father will explode.

HAIRDRESSER: Mais superbe.

MARY: Thank you. You've made me feel very strong. Does this cover it?

HAIRDRESSER: My Lady is very generous.

(She leaves)

HAIRDRESSER: At least she can carry it off. Most of them look like bald monkeys.





BAXTER: And it won't trouble him further?

DR CLARKSON: Not as long as he stops poisoning himself.

BAXTER: You've had a look at the things he brought, then?

DR CLARKSON: You've been injecting yourself with a solution of saline.

BAXTER: That's not harmful, though, is it?

DR CLARKSON: It obviously wasn't sterilised. Repeated injections would cause fever, and abscesses at the site. I assume this is a course of treatment you've spent money on?

THOMAS: Yes, a lot of money. I went to London for what they call electrotherapy. And the pills and injections were supposed to continue the process.

DR CLARKSON: The purpose of which was?

THOMAS: To change me. To make me more like other people. Other men.

DR CLARKSON: Well, I'll not be coy and pretend I don't understand. Nor do I blame you. But there is no drug, no electric shock, that will achieve what you want.

THOMAS: You mean I've been taken for a mug.

DR CLARKSON: My advice to you, Thomas, would be to accept the burden that chance has seen fit to lay upon you. And to fashion as good a life as you are able. Remember harsh reality is always better than false hope.




Thomas and Baxter go back to Downton.


THOMAS: Well, that will give you a good laugh.

BAXTER: It won't. And I don't expect you to understand, but I think it shows you to be a very brave person.


BAXTER: To inflict such pain on yourself to achieve your goal. Think what you could do in this world if you just set your mind to it.

THOMAS: You're daft do you know that?




The ladies read.


ROSE: I must telephone Atticus to warn him we're all coming.

CORA: Ask him for dinner tonight if he's free.

ROSE: Could I? I mean, just as a friend.

CORA: Well, just as a friend, absolutely.

ROBERT: I wish Isis would perk up. I might ask Stapeley to have a look at her.

CORA: It can't hurt.




Mrs Patmore, Carson and Mrs Hughes visit a cottage.


HUGHES: I think it's very nice, very solid.

MRS PATMORE: Oh, I hope it is solid, at this price.

HUGHES: What's the kitchen like?

CARSON: Oh, not quite the scale you're used to.

MRS PATMORE: Well, I wouldn't mind it'd be my own. I could live here later when I stopped working. There's only one flight of stairs, so I'm sure I could manage that, no matter how old I get.

CARSON: Oh, an outside privy, I see. That'll bring back memories.

MRS PATMORE: Well, Lord knows I've seen one of them before. But 'appen I could change things round when I move in.

CARSON: I'm sure you could.

MRS PATMORE: Well, that's it. I'm going to take it. Now, if you'll come outside, I'll take the key back and give him my answer.

CARSON: I envy her. Have you ever thought about your life in retirement?

HUGHES: Who says I'll live to retire?




Mary comes back to York and shows her new haircut.


MARY: Is everybody ready?

ATTICUS: What is this?

ROSE: Oh, it's my cousin Mary. She says she's got a surprise for us. You'll love her.

ATTICUS: I intend to love everybody.

MARY: Ready or not, I'm coming in.

(Mary enters)

ISOBEL: Pola Negri comes to Yorkshire.

CORA: Well, we really are living in the modern world.

ROSE: Golly, I'm jealous. Mary, this is Atticus Aldridge.

MARY: At last, Mr Aldridge. Rose has talked of nothing else.

ROSE: Oh, she's only teasing.

ATTICUS: Can't I take it as a compliment?

MARY: Granny, what do you think?

VIOLET: Oh. It is you. I thought it was a man wearing your clothes.

TOM: It suits you.

MARY: Papa, do you agree?

ROBERT: It's certainly just the sort of thing I would expect of you.

MARY: I suppose you disapprove?

EDITH: Not especially. I'm just amazed that even you would choose the day after I learn the man I love is dead to try out a new fashion.

CORA: I don't believe that's quite fair.

EDITH: And you've planned a jolly picnic for Saturday. Am I really expected to join in?

MARY: Hopefully not, as you usually spoil everything.

EDITH: Huh. Yes, I do. It seems I do. Goodnight, Mama. I'll have a tray in my room. I'm sorry, Mr Aldridge, but you might as well know what we're like.

(Edith leaves)

CORA: Poor darling. She's so unhappy.

MARY: She hasn't clapped eyes on him in years. She must have known long ago he was dead we all did.

ISOBEL: But should we go on Saturday?

ATTICUS: Please don't cancel.

MARY: Rose and I are going, whether you're coming or not.

ROBERT: Maybe it would be good for her to have time on her own to think.

VIOLET: All this endless thinking. It's very overrated.

ROSE: Oh, Aunt Violet, I do love you.

VIOLET: I blame the war. Before 1914, nobody thought about anything at all.




Anna is still upset.


ANNA: But what would I want with such a thing?

BATES: I'll tell you. It's quite simple. To avoid bearing my child.

ANNA: How can you believe that when it's all I've ever dreamed of?

BATES: Because you think I'm a murderer.

ANNA: What are you saying? We know how Vera died.

BATES: Not Vera. But Mr Green.

ANNA: How long have you known it was him?

BATES: I've known since the first day I heard that it happened.

ANNA: You can't have. You may have suspected, but you didn't know.

BATES: I knew when he came back. I knew when he said he went down to the kitchens during the concerts.

ANNA: And I kept telling myself you didn't know, so it couldn't have been you.

BATES: Who killed him, you mean? I wanted to. I was going to. I went into York very early, and I bought a return ticket to London. I planned to get there and back in the same day. I went onto the platform, but I never got onto the train.

ANNA: Why not?

BATES: Because I knew if I saw him, I would have killed him. And if I killed him I would hang. I couldn't do that to you.

ANNA: Thank God.

BATES: The next day, when I heard what had happened, it was like the hand of fate. I had the ticket in my coat pocket, like a talisman.

ANNA: What for?

BATES: Because if I'd have travelled, I'd I would've handed in both halves. The fact that it was in my pocket, untorn, was proof that I never travelled.

ANNA: Which is why you were so angry when I gave it to Mrs Hughes.

BATES: If the clerk in York remembers selling me a return ticket to London, I'm a dead man. Why are you smiling?

ANNA: Because you're innocent. I have lived in such fear and such trembling, and all the while I couldn't tell you why. And now I'm just so happy. Mad as it sounds, I'm so happy.




Daisy studies.


MOLESLEY: What do you make of Lady Mary's hair?

DAISY: They were all talking about it. I hope she comes down to show us. Miss Bunting loved the new hairstyles. She said women were being set free.

MOLESLEY: I'm sorry Miss Bunting's gone.

DAISY: She gave me such confidence. She'd tell me how sharp I was, how quick.

MOLESLEY: I agree with her.

DAISY: It's harder on your own, harder to believe.

MOLESLEY: Well, could I help? Not with mathematics, probably, but I know a bit about history and I've read a few books.

DAISY: How old were you when you left school?

MOLESLEY: 12. It was a shame, really. I was quite bright. And my dad wanted me to stay on. He thought I could be a teacher, if that doesn't make you laugh. But he couldn't manage it. We had no money, you see, and then my mother got ill and so I had to earn as soon as I could.

DAISY: Why don't you take Matric now?

MOLESLEY: No, I've missed it. But I'd like to help. Make sure somebody got away.




Anna wants to know if Hughes has still the ticket.


ANNA: Mrs Hughes? Do you remember that overcoat I gave you, for the refugees, when we were in London for Lady Rose's ball?

HUGHES: I do. They were very glad of it.

ANNA: It sounds mad, I know, but did you find a ticket in it, in the pocket? Of course. You won't remember.

HUGHES: No, I do. I did find one, a return to London.

ANNA: That's it. Come. You see, Mr Bates does know that it was Mr Green.

HUGHES: Oh, my Lord!

ANNA: But he didn't do it, Mrs Hughes. I know that now. And if we had that ticket we could prove it. We could prove that he never went to London.

HUGHES: I don't understand. How?

ANNA: Because it wasn't torn. Of course, you threw it out. Why wouldn't you?

HUGHES: I must have done. I'm so sorry.

ANNA: It's not your fault. It's mine. I gave it away. I gave away the proof of my husband's innocence.




The competition is beginning.


ROBERT: Well, I think you are very brave.

BLAKE: Brave? I'm petrified. I don't even know the horse I'm riding.

ROSE: How long is the course?

TONY: Three miles. Twice round a course of a mile-and-a-half. To where you can see that steeple over there.

MABEL LANE FOX: Well, hello.

TONY: What on earth are you doing here?

MABEL: What do you think? Riding the point-to-point.

ROBERT: Won't someone introduce us?

TONY: This is Mabel Lane Fox. Lord Grantham.

BLAKE: Where are you staying?

MABEL: Last night I was with the Lawsons at Brough, but they're away tonight so I'll head back to London.

BLAKE: What a trek. You'll be exhausted.

CORA: Stay with us. Lord Gillingham and Mr Blake will be there.

VIOLET: Have you brought enough clothes?

MABEL: Oh, I think so.

BLAKE: I know so.

ROBERT: What's this? Where have you been?

MARY: Mr Aldridge and I fixed it last night. His nice parents let me change at the house.

ATTICUS: I do wish you'd call me Atticus.

ROBERT: I may say I admire you.

ATTICUS: It'd be a poor show not to ride at our own event.

ROSE: Quite right. I shall cheer you on.

ROBERT: What about you? When did you decide to ride?

MARY: Yesterday, when I was having my hair done in York.

ROBERT: What about a horse?

MARY: Stephen rode Trumpeter over earlier. They're down by the starting post.

TONY: This does seem like too much of a coincidence. Are you stalking me?

MABEL: I shall ignore that as I'd hate to think of you as a vain man.

TONY: Well, you certainly know how to surprise.

MABEL: That sounds like a compliment. I must say hello to Charles.

BLAKE: Well done. You seem to have got things off to a good start.

MABEL: What would you have done if Lady Grantham hadn't asked me to stay?

BLAKE: I'd have suggested it myself.




Edith write a note. Tom enters.


EDITH: Oh, I thought you'd gone with them.

TOM: No, I've a lot to do. To be honest, it's not really my thing.

EDITH: Are you going out again?

TOM: No. I've a new tenancy contract to check, and I want to go through the figures for the repair shop.

EDITH: You see, I'm going away.

TOM: I didn't know that.

EDITH: No, well, I haven't told anybody.

TOM: I don't understand.

EDITH: You don't have to, but when they get back, tell them my mind was made up and I wasn't hysterical or anything. And give them my love.

TOM: Oh, God, Edith. Won't you wait and talk to them about it?

EDITH: If I talked to anyone, it'd be you.

TOM: Then talk to me, please.

EDITH: I can't. But good luck. You're a fine man, Tom. You mustn't let them flatten that out of you.

TOM: Won't you tell me where you're going? Or can't I at least drive you somewhere?

EDITH: No. But I will take one of the cars to the station and leave the keys with the station master.

TOM: I just wish…

EDITH: I can't stay, Tom, not if I'm ever going to be happy at all.




Edith tells the truth about Marigold to Mrs Drewe.


MRS DREWE: It's lunacy! You've lost your mind!

EDITH: Tell her.

MR DREWE: It's true. Marigold's her daughter.

MRS DREWE: It's a lie! I don't know what she's holding over you, but you can't let her get away with it!

EDITH: I have a copy of her birth certificate. It's in French, but you can read my name.

MR DREWE: Which was brave of you.

EDITH: My aunt wanted me to use a false one, but I knew I might need proof.

MRS DREWE: Give that to me!

EDITH: I have others.

MRS DREWE: You've cooked this up between you.

MR DREWE: That's enough. We've nothing formal that gives us any claim over her.

MRS DREWE: Only a note from her dying father.

MR DREWE: Which I wrote.

MRS DREWE: How could you do this? I'm your wife, yet you have lied and cheated and used me shamefully. If you'd have taken a mistress you couldn't have been more false.

EDITH: Mrs Drewe, I know you don't want to hear this, but I'm very grateful.

MRS DREWE: No, I don't bloody want to hear it!

MR DREWE: Fetch her things.

MRS DREWE: I will not!

EDITH: Then don't.

(Edith takes Marigold)



MRS DREWE: No My baby. No

EDITH: There we go.

MRS DREWE: Wait! just wait, wait. Wait. She'll not sleep, else. Don't be afraid, my darling. This nice lady is your new mummy. She loves you, more than anyone else could. But don't you forget that we love you, too.




Mary, Blake and Atticus are ready to ride.


ROSE: Best of luck!

ATTICUS: Let me not fall in front of Rose.

MARY: I'm glad her opinion matters.

ATTICUS: I'd rather not look a fool quite yet. She can discover it gently.

MARY: I'm dying to ride astride.

MABEL: Why don't you?

MARY: Not if my grandmother's watching.

MABEL: You surprise me. You seem more than able to choose which laws to keep and which to break.

MARY: Don't be spiky, when I only want what you want.

MABEL: Which is?

MARY: For you and Tony to walk into the sunset together.

MABEL: I do resent you. I resent your ability to take him off me, when I know how to make him happy, and I certainly love him more than you do.

MARY: That's all true.

MABEL: Then why turn up looking like a cross between a Vogue fashion plate and a case of dynamite?

MARY: I can't make it too easy for him.


Robert looks the course with Sybbie.


ROBERT: They're just about ready to go.

SYBBIE: Can I have a look, Donk?

ROBERT: Can you see Aunt Mary?



The ladies too.


ISOBEL: I think she's splendid.

VIOLET: I think she's cracked.

ISOBEL: It's good to do some crazy things when you're young.

CORA: As long as you survive them.

VIOLET: Some do crazy things all their lives. Hmm. What answer did you give?

ISOBEL: I'm going to tell them when we're all together. You won't give me away?

VIOLET: You mean you've accepted him? Huh.

ISOBEL: I know you'll think me foolish, but I feel it's my last chance of a new adventure before I'm done.

VIOLET: Huh. Well, now you've accepted him, you'll hear no more argument from me.


Let’s go.


ROSE: Go on! Go, Atticus, go! Come on, faster!

MABEL: Tony!


The course ends.


BLAKE: You might have allowed her to be the first woman.

MARY: Nonsense. I don't believe in letting people win.

BLAKE: Even if it's in your own interest?

MARY: Mm-hm.


TONY: You rode well.

MABEL: If I make it across the finishing line at all it's a miracle, as far as I'm concerned.

TONY: Nonsense. You're a positive centaur.

BLAKE: See? He's nearly there if you'd just stop jerking his lead.


ROBERT: Well done, but thank God you're all back in one piece. Who's this?

ATTICUS: My parents. Mother, Father, this is Lord and Lady Grantham. Lady Mary you already know. Lord Gillingham, Mabel Lane Fox, Charles Blake and, of course, Rose.

LADY SINDERBY: Lady Rose, how lovely to see you again. Come back to the house to bathe and change.

TONY: I'm going to leave it until we get back to Downton, but thank you.

LADY SINDERBY: I can't tempt you to stay for dinner?

CORA: Not today. We're covered in dust. Come to Downton tomorrow for dinner.

LORD SINDERBY: That seems rather an imposition.

CORA: Not at all.

LADY SINDERBY: Then we'd be delighted.

CORA: You haven't met my mother-in-law and our cousin, Mrs Crawley.

LADY SINDERBY: Good afternoon.


VIOLET: If the parents of Rose's young man are coming for dinner, things must be more advanced than I realised.

ISOBEL: He seems a nice boy, and it's not like the Catholics, is it? She won't be expected to convert.

VIOLET: Con Convert to what?

ISOBEL: Judaism. I read in an article, Lord Sinderby is a leading figure in the Jewish community.

VIOLET: There's always something, isn't there?




The family is back. Tom announces the news.


CORA: What do you mean, gone?

TOM: She's gone. She didn't say where, but I doubt it's to Lady Rosamund's.

ROBERT: Why? Of course she was very upset about Gregson, but why run off?


VIOLET: I think I'll slip away, Carson. ls the car still outside?

CARSON: They're just unloading it now, My Lady. I'll…

VIOLET: You stay here. I can manage.




The servants get off the bagages.


ANNA: Could you take those two down?

THOMAS: Yes. Whose cases are these?

ANNA: Lady Mary's. They're her riding things. These are Miss Lane Fox's. If you could take them in.


Violet speaks to the driver.


VIOLET: Home, please. Can you first stop at Yew Tree Farm?

DRIVER: Yes, Milady.




CARSON: Lady Edith has taken off.

HUGHES: What do you mean?

CARSON: She's gone. She left her car at the station. Mr Branson's walking down there now to pick it up.

HUGHES: Oh, it must have been the news from Germany. Tsk. Poor thing.

CARSON: Well, I ought to go and ring the gong.


CARSON: Mrs Hughes, may I make a suggestion that I think you'll find a strange one, but I ask that you consider, none the less.

HUGHES: Heavens. I'm all agog.

CARSON: Do you think that we should um invest in a property together?

HUGHES: What on earth do you mean?

CARSON: I was thinking, if Mrs Patmore can do it, then we might buy somewhere jointly, as a business venture, mind, spruce it up and share the rental income. We'd have a tidy sum by the time we retired.

HUGHES: Go and ring that gong.




Violet wants explications.


VIOLET: Well, so the birds have flown?

MR DREWE: I won't say anything about it, Your Ladyship. Not to anyone. Nor will she.

VIOLET: Do you know where she's gone?

MR DREWE: No. Well, thank you so much, Mr Drewe, Mrs Drewe. I mustn't take up any more of your valuable time.




HOTEL PORTER: They'll bring a cot for the young 'UN, madam. Ring down if there's anything else.

EDITH: I will do. Thank you. Oh.

HOTEL PORTER: Thank you.

EDITH: Well, we're together, darling. I know it's not ideal, but it's such an improvement on being apart that I think we should celebrate. I'll order ice cream, and a glass of Champagne, and we'll be as jolly as you like. Yes?


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