Downton Abbey

Is there any news of Sybil?

She's still not coming. She insists they can't afford it.

Mr. Travis, can we move forward?

If I could just ask you to come down the aisle again?

Can we get the troops organized?

That means me.

It seems rather hard on poor old Travis

when he's doing all the work,

but the Archbishop gets the glory.

Papa was the one who wanted a prince at the church.

I'd have settled for Travis.

Is there really no way we can get Sybil over?

It seems ridiculous.

On the contrary, it's a relief.

Branson is still an object of fascination for the county.

We'll ask him here when we can prepare the servants

and manage it gently.

He's making a problem where none exists.

No one could care less whether Branson's at the wedding or not.

You must think country life more exciting than it is

if you imagine people don't care when an earl's daughter

runs off with the chauffeur.

The fact remains, she has run off with the chauffeur

and they'll have to get used to it.

Mr. Travis, are we ready?

Any moment, Your Grace. Any moment.

Can we... please.

That treacle tart just hit the spot. Thank you, Mrs. Patmore.

So, Mrs. Hughes and Anna are getting the place ready to let?

That is the plan.

I'm surprised Anna held on to that house.

I thought they'd confiscated the profits of murder.

Mr. Bates had the wisdom to transfer it to her before the trial.

I don't think I'd have allowed it.

Then we must be grateful you were not the presiding judge.

I still think it's funny, given that he's a convicted murderer.

May I remind you, Mr. Barrow, that in this house,

Mr. Bates is a wronged man seeking justice.

If you have any problems with that definition,

I suggest you eat in the yard.

I suppose you agree with Robert.

Not for the first time, you suppose wrongly.

The family must never be a topic of conversation.

I'm afraid Sybil's already made the Crawleys a permanent topic.

All the more reason.

If we can show the county he can behave normally,

they will soon lose interest in him.

And I shall make sure he behaves normally

because I shall hold his hand on the radiator until he does.

I don't know this young man

aside from "Good morning" and "Good night,"

but he strikes me as a very interesting addition

- to the family. - Oh, here we go.

And why should he be normal, as you call it?

I say he should come here and fight his corner.

I like a man of strong beliefs.

I think I'll send them the money.

Please don't. Robert's expressly forbidden it. He'd be furious.

But it can't be as bad as...

Look, I'll come and see you, tomorrow.

No, I insist.

Right. Good-bye.

Papa, what's the matter?

Nothing's the matter. What should be the matter?

- How was London? - We got it all done.

But I couldn't have managed without my helper.

- Have you eaten? - We had a bite on the train.

Well, sit down anyway. Have a cup of tea.

I'll start on the final list

for the wedding tomorrow morning.

I've got the last of the wine deliveries coming on Tuesday.

How will you manage without a footman?

I agree, but I haven't time to find one now.

I've had a letter from my sister asking after a job

for her son and...

Miss O'Brien, we are about to host a society wedding.

I have no time for training young hobbledehoys.

Her Ladyship is ringing.

Well, I don't see why not.

I'll ask His Lordship when... There you are.

- So I'll ask you now. - Ask me what?

Carson's in need of a footman, and O'Brien has a candidate.

Alfred. Alfred Nugent, my lord. He's a good worker.

I think it sounds perfect. Robert?

Whatever you say. My dear, I have to go up to London tomorrow.

- I'll be catching the early train. - That's very sudden.

- Do you want them to open the house? - No, I'll come straight back.

- What are you going for? - It's nothing to bother you with.

It's all there, every entry.

- Where did you find the book? - Behind the bureau.

We moved it out to clean and there it was.

Vera must have dropped it or something.

So what do you want me to do?

Make notes on all the names. Close friend, relation.

Workmate, tradesman, and so on.

Then I'll copy those

and I'll send them with the book to Mr. Murray.

Haven't you anything better to do?

I have not.

Because I'd rather work to get you free

than dine with the King at Buckingham Palace.

So what news have you got?

What news could I have in here?

Oh, I've acquired a new cellmate.

To be honest, I'm not sure about him.

Well, just remember what my mother used to say.

Never make an enemy by accident.

Now, do you think you can get the notes done

before my next visit?

I don't see what can come of it.

Probably nothing.

And my next idea will probably lead to nothing.

And the next, and the next.

But one day, something will occur to us,

and we'll follow it up,

and the case against you will crumble.

Do you never doubt...

for just one minute?

I wouldn't blame you.

No.

I don't doubt that the sun will rise in the east either.

You're too tall to be a footman.

No footman should be over six foot one.

That can't be, can it, since he's already been taken on?

Well, what have you done?

I was a hotel waiter after I was discharged from the army.

But they've cut back.

I think to get a job as a waiter shows real initiative.

I suppose he can speak for himself.

Why? Is he on trial?

This isn't an interview, is it? Not when he's already got the job.

No, it is not an interview, Miss O'Brien,

but he is on trial and if he cannot match our standards,

- he will be found guilty. - I mean to try, Mr. Carson.

As long as you do.

Right, go upstairs and get settled in.

Your aunt will hopefully find you a livery that fits.

Just at the start, so we've a place to sleep after the honeymoon.

You can't object to that.

No, it's nice of them.

Though I doubt I'll get used to taking you to bed with your father watching.

He's so relieved we're getting married,

he wouldn't mind if you carried me up naked.

Careful. I might try it.

I don't want to move to London or anything.

I'm not kicking against the traces.

Just testing their strengths.

I want us to get to know each other.

To learn about who we both are, without everybody being there.

Well, it's quite a big house.

It's a lovely house.

It's your home, and I want it to be my home too.

Just not quite yet.

- Chancery Lane. - Yes, sir.

I've spoken to Frobisher and Curran,

and since I am a trustee, should the estate ever need one,

we felt I ought to be the one to tell you.

You make it sound very serious.

I'm expressing myself badly if you think it is not serious.

Why did we invest so much?

Lord Grantham, it was you who insisted we should.

If you remember, we advised against it.

But war would mean a huge expansion of railways everywhere.

Every forecast was certain.

Rail shares were bound to make a fortune.

Many did, but your principal holding, which was very large indeed,

was in the Canadian Grand Trunk Line.

It was the main railway in British North America, for God's sake.

It wasn't just me.

Everyone said we couldn't lose.

We knew hard times were coming for estates like Downton,

and this investment would make it safe for the rest of time.

Charles Hays was the presiding genius,

and since he died, the management has not...

The fact is, the company is about to be declared bankrupt.

And the line will be absorbed into

the Canadian National Railways scheme.

Are you really telling me that all the money has gone?

I'm afraid so.

The lion's share of Cora's fortune?

I won't give in, Murray.

I've sacrificed too much to Downton to give in now.

I refuse to be the failure,

the earl who dropped the torch and let the flame go out.

I hate to state the obvious,

but if there's not enough money to run it...

Downton must go.

Unless you break it up and sell it off piecemeal.

I couldn't do that.

I have a duty beyond saving my own skin.

The estate must be a major employer and support the house

or there's no point to it, to any of it.

Morning.

Lady Edith...

- Hello. - Hello.

What are you doing here?

I'm meeting a train, but I'm too early.

I mustn't hold you up.

I'm not doing anything.

I thought I'd get away from wedding panic.