The conclusion of this episode, however, has me wondering.
Probably not, but I bet Julian Fellowes is laughing his ass off anyway.
Mr. Mason is moving into the house recently vacated by that unfortunate couple.
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What was their name?
Oh, it doesnt matter.
Theyre gone now, and everyone can live in peace with the children they may have stolen.
is that Tom and Mary are worried about whether the older gentleman will be able to handle the pigs.
But fret not, Mr. Mason.
Who knew, right?
Youd have thought it would be buying some boots or something.
Well, Andy is stuck on step one.
The boy never learned to read, and now its too late.
Perhaps theres someone in Andys own life who hes previously treated unfairly, despite only receiving kindness from him.
Oh hey, Barrow!
Andy apologizes for his crappy attitude toward Barrow, but its all right.
Ive known worse, Barrow says.
Elsewhere downstairs, a typically nice person is becoming uncharacteristically dickish to his brand new and very kind wife.
Not sounding like anyone you know?
What if I told you that Carson is already a terrible husband?
Shocking, I know.
He had handled the wedding planning so well.
The cook is more than happy to help, even assembling a basket for Mrs. Hughes to take.
Are these done enough?
This plate is cold, which is a pity.
Hughes almost manages to appear mildly peeved, probably giving herself her own ulcer in the process.
I think the correct response is to say Men and sigh, suggests Mrs. Patmore the next day.
I would recommend Then you cook the food, ya jerk, but thats just me.
It was anticlimactic, but kind of badass if you think about it.
She even felt kind of let down, having jacked herself up so much to face him.
It was kind of like inKill Bill, Vol.
The upstairs stories this week clearly had an eye on the series endgame.
First, there is Bertie Pelham, possibly the nicest fictional character ever written.
Hes invited Edith out for a drink the next time shes in London, and what do you know?
Shes got to go to London right this instant to find a new editor for the magazine.
So thats what they calleditback then!
Once at the apartment, he doesnt wait long to share his opinion.
By that I mean, they kiss, and its cute.
With Henry Talbot and Mary, theres a very different pattern of romancing.
Both parties know that there is interest on either side, but theres this weird barrier between them.
Mary plainly says that she doesnt want to marry down, which frankly isnt a good look.
Hes good at guns and driving fast cars.
Maybe this is my own bro-to-bro respect for Henry Talbot, but the dude seems like a slam dunk.
Its more the class thing.
And so enters Branson, the living embodiment of the bridge between the classes.
Perhaps he can show Mary that not all people beneath her are… well, beneath her.
Afterward, they go to a pub, and Mary is like, This is a pub?
Unlike her granddaughters, Violet is getting desperate.
Im talking future disgraced British Prime Minister Neville Chamberlain big.
NEXT: Before we can get to that…
But while waiting for the ministers visit, theres yet another servant crisis to handle.
Denker apparently couldnt help herself in making Dr. Clarkson look like a total chump one day in the village.
(See, I told you his name is Septimus.)
That depends, Denker says.
On whether or not I need to mention him again.
He cant spin up the risk of incurring the Dowagers wrath.
Its something that he has in common with Neville Chamberlain.
I wouldnt have the courage to refuse your mother-in-law, he says.
I mean, he couldnt stand up to an old lady, no wonder Hitler was such an issue.
Then the ulcer bursts, and I feel like it lasts for 30 seconds.
Rip my heart out, why dont you!
Hey, who knows, maybe shell be really cool about it.
No one seems to give Mary the benefit of the doubt.
