A modest luncheon has been set up outside and we can see that the new house, which, while perhaps a bit bigger than Crawley House, is hardly the size of Downton... and that, of course, is the point. Lady Cora smiles and repeats, "Downton Place," while elsewhere, Mary wonders if it won't be a bit cramped, to which Branson points out that to most people, "it looks like a fairy palace." He and Sybil being included in "most people" -- I can only imagine the two of them aren't exactly living on acres and acres of green Dublin land. Sybil adds that they'll be able to run the place with a much smaller staff and Lord Grantham concurs, thinking that eight at the maximum should work. The Dowager Countess is like, so, do I get shipped off with the kitchen maids? Lord Grantham kind of doesn't pay her much mind, which is funny and then Isobel sticks her nose in by wondering why Mary got an archbishop for her wedding and Edith is stuck with "poor old Mr. Travis," not realizing that that's what Mary wanted anyway. Edith is with her, explaining that Travis christened the children, so this will work out great. Sure, because the baptism involved water, just like this will DAMMIT I CAN'T HELP MYSELF.
Later, Matthew and Mary stroll around with champagne in hand and Mary asks what the lawyer's visit was all about. Matthew sighs and tells her he gave him a letter from Lavinia's father -- apparently he wrote one to each of the prospective heirs, to be delivered to whomever actually inherited the estate and at this rate I'm expecting Matthew's next test to be to spend a night in a haunted house. Mary asks what it said, but Matthew tells her he hasn't opened it and isn't sure he will, because he knows "it'll be a paean of praise, how Lavinia could not have found a better man," and somewhere above, Lavinia's dad is elbowing an Army buddy all "Get a load of this guy!" Mary obviously still thinks he should open it, but Matthew is basically like, I won't do it and you can't make me! Matthew, how about spending some of that money on some testosterone?
Okay, here's a Crawley who doesn't waste time on bullshit. Isobel descends the stairs and finds Mrs. Hughes, whom she tells that Ethel is in quite a bad way. Although she's not sure it's current, Mrs. Hughes offers to fetch Ethel's address for Isobel and manages to do it without an emotional outburst, either.
With his roommate asleep in the top bunk, Bates desperately searches his bed as guards head his way for an inspection -- they mean it to appear routine, of course, but it's obvious they've been told to expect to find something. Just before they arrive, Bates finds what he's looking for -- a small package -- and palms it as the guards enter and order him and the cellmate up against the wall. With their eyes on the bed, Bates manages to slide the incriminating evidence into a hole in the wall, not that they search him, which seems ridiculous. Obviously they didn't expect him to have had any knowledge of the set-up, but, you know, while they're up? Bates does look pretty shaken by the near miss.