Are we already at the season finale? Yes. Yes, we are. Catch up here:
I loved that the cricket match last week brought everyone out of the house. This week’s episode gets us out of the house again for a little vacation to Scotland. Oh yeah, and it’s a year later!
What’s changed in a year? So far as I can see…nothing. Mary is pregnant and Baby Sybil is bigger. And there’s a new
whore maid named Edna.
Anyway, the Scotland trip is all about shooting and dancing. Matthew is not a great shot.
Their hosts, Shrimpy and his wife, Susan, pretty much hate each other. Susan bitched at her daughter Rose, her husband, her maid, and everyone within earshot. Shrimpy complains about his wife nonstop. This is a mansion of misery. They decide that Rose will move to Downton Abbey, so that’s where we will be next season. I can’t believe they named a character Shrimpy. He’s neither short nor does he keep a pocketful of shrimp.
Branson is left behind at Downton Abbey to have meals served to him alone at the giant table. He is in a rock and hard place, not fitting in with the staff anymore and nor having a real place in the family. Poor, poor Branson. When new maid Edna hits on him relentlessly, he doesn’t feel he has the authority to shut her down. Luckily they fire her. It breaks my heart when he openly weeps about missing Sybil to Mrs. Hughes.
Speaking of being hit on, Dr. Clarkson has an eye for Isobel. I think this is a great match, but she turns him down. Gives him the line about not wanting to ruin their friendship. Mr. Betty thinks that Isobel should marry anyone who can stand to be around her.
Carson unclenches for long enough to agree to let the staff go to the fair. He, himself, does not attend, stating they’d be better able to relax without him. So true. Instead he has some quality one-on-one time with Baby Sybil.
The rest of the gang has a great time at the fair. They win a tug-of-war and Jimmy gets drunk and waves his cash around. When the carnies try to beat him up, Thomas saves him, getting his own arse kicked pretty severely. Looks like Jimmy and Thomas are finally friends.
The other scandalous thing that happens at the fair involved Mrs. Patmore. A new vendor, Tufton, is quite taken with her. But it seems he is taken with every woman, slapping butts and kissing every face he can reach. And just like that Mrs. Patmore’s romantic storyline is over. I’m disappointed, but Mrs. Patmore is relieved.
Back in Scotland, Edith’s editor/love interest Michael Gregson shows up because he happens to be in the neighborhood. Yeah right. Mary’s not buying it either. But he’s a sweet guy and wants to get to know the family. He loves Edith and hopes the family will accept him, insane wife and all. Matthew tells him it’s not going to happen and he should just hit the road, but Edith is going to keep him around. You go, Edith!
Aside from being crazy-bitchy at Edith, Mary is insanely happy. At eight months pregnant, everyone is nagging her to rest, not dance, not take a bumpy car ride, etc. As if she will break at any moment. She decides to head home early, insisting on traveling alone. When she arrives at the Downton train station she quietly, elegantly goes into labor. The baby is born in a hospital with no issues. Matthew is on cloud nine and gives a loving speech to his wife and son. It is the most joyous moment the show has ever seen.
The family is ecstatic. Matthew is on his way to pick them up and bring them back to the hospital. We see him racing along in his convertible, beaming with happiness. An oncoming car causes him to run off the road…and DIE! Downton Abbey writers, you heartless bastards. And roll credits, the season is over before the family even finds out.
What are your thoughts on Season Three of Downton Abbey? Did you enjoy it? Leave me a comment and tell me your thoughts.