If there were ever such a thing as a two-word recap/review, this would be the time for it.
And Tapsell makes a lot of them.
She insists Robert keep Dr. Clarkson on, if only as a formality.
He agrees, just to keep the peace.
Dr. Clarkson shows up, all uncomfortable and country doctor-ish, cringing as Tapsell drones on.
Its so, sooo awkward.
She and Branson have a brief argument about where they should raise the baby.
He wants to move to his brothers garage in Liverpool.
She wants to remain at Downton.
Then she gets all weird and starts talking about stars (stars?
Did you hear that?
Did you catch it?
Its the first, faint sound of the bell of doom ringing…. Mrs. Bird, Mrs. Crawlyes cook, isnt happy about working with a former lady of the night.
Ethel takes over the cooking and makes a mess out of it.
Mrs. Crawley grins and bears it, and Ethel promises to get better.
And pigs will fly out of the blood sausage you just burned, girlie.
Downstairs at Downton, Jimmy is promoted to the important duty of winding the clocks.
At his side, is a hunched black crinoline clad devil, whispering a devious plot….oh wait.
Its just Mrs. OBrien, who tells Jimmy to ask Thomas for help.
Jimmy picks up on the not so subtle sexual vibes and looks distinctly uncomfortable.
Daisy gives death glares to everyone.
I suppose its more of a love square than a triangle, if you count Thomas.
And everyone knows a square is even less conducive than a triangle to love.
I mean, think of all those right angles…
In the world of undying, faithful and requited love, Anna and Bates are able to meet again.
He tells her hes found a clue!
(woo-hoo, way to make all Annas work seem semi-useless).
Bates and Anna happily start planning his release.
Batess guard and cellmate notice this joy and start planning to mess with them.
Sir Tapsell pish poshes and insists all is well.
Everyone else looks at him like hes crazy.
He perseveres with a stiff upper lip and Sir Tapsell smirks.
You have single handedly ruined my fantasy about healer knights in shining armor.
It briefly looks like Tapsell is right when Sybil is delivered of a small, but healthy baby girl.
Cora, confused but happy all danger is past, assures her she will.
Everyone goes to bed, content.
Then everyone wakes up not so content as Branson runs out screaming for help.
Everyone rushes back to Sybils sideshes seizing!
Whats going on???!!!!
And no, no one can help.
Everyone looks on in horror and watches SYBIL.
I need to take a moment here.
Everyone sort of forgets about the baby and then Mary remembers and finds a wet nurse for her.
Cora sits with Sybils body all night and promises dead Sybil shell look after Branson.
Robert comes in, looking for his wife for comfort.
Said wife turns on him in pissed off grief and blames him for his daughters death.
Robert slinks out, and Cora continues her vigil.
Down with Carson and company, more crying ensues at the news of Sybils death.
Thomas, in one of his flashes of humanity, completely breaks down.
It seems he and Sybil grew close during the war.
If only you had Jimmy to comfort you with his golden hair and sparkling blue eyes.
WILL YOU GIVE US NO COMFORT JULIAN FELLOWES, IN THIS TIME OF GRIEF???
The next day dawns and Sybils body is taken away as the house goes into mourning.
Lord Grantham sucks at running his properties).
More unfortunately, Mary catches him at it and yells at him.
No one in this show can ever have a good relationship.
Do I hear the stirrings of…happiness?
Branson holds his baby and looks down at her with love.
Will all be healed by this new scion of Downton?
Babies bring everyone together, right?
