Final Spoilers, Don't You Know

Downton

Mary: Deah Mathyew, I hev so enjoyed our supernatural meetings these strange nights, but somehow I feel we must draw the curtain on these séances, as it were. It’s only that yew hev shuffled off this mortal coil some four yeahs ago, and in the meantime I went and married a motorist—I believe his name is Henry or Heathcliff or something of the sort—in any case I hev also had my dalliances with Gilly and Tony—what I’m sayin’, Mathyew, is I hev had a fair amount of tail in your absence, and perhaps the time has come for us both to move on.

Matt: Oh Mary, yew old thing, I know all about it; For hev I not watched over yew these many nights, creepin’ in through the wainscoting and such, peepin’ in as yew—

Mary: Steady on, Mathyew, can’t a widow hev a bit of privacy?

Matt: Mary, old bean, we on this side of the spiritual veil are not full of your hang-ups, man. As for me, I hev been dallyin’ with your dear sister Sybbie on the reg—

Mary: Good Golly! [blushes becomingly]

Matt: —and yet there is something to what yew say, for I too feel we hev arrived at an ending, don’t yew know, and after so many Sunday evenings together we shall need to find something else to do. 

Mary: I suppose I felt it when Edith [spits] announced her engagement. Suddenly it seems everyone was getting married: our cranky butler and that Scotswoman, the mousey cook and the strapping young footman [pauses to imagine Andrew in his undershirt] and even your unlovable old mater has found connubial bliss, as it were. Why I do believe our little George has proposed an engagement to Sybbie junior, and he cannot yet pronounce his R’s. It seems as though good times hev come to us all, and all is well as ends well, wot? I suppose I shall switch to watching Poldark [pauses to imagine a shirtless Aiden Turner].

Matt: Well then Mary, I must bid yew and your eyebrows adieu! Only one thing left to say, and, well, I hate to mention it—

Mary: What, my phantasmal lover?

Matt: Only now that Edith is a marchioness, she can, in fact, hev yew beheaded.

Mary: Feets don’t fail me now!

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Paranormal, Don't You Know

Downton

MATTHEW
BOO, I say, what.

MARY
How now? Whatever is this ghestly apparition, don’t yew know, at my window, all a-peekin’-in?

MAT
AHA Mary, darling, ’tis I, your own Matthew, breechin’ the space between worlds. I hev become a Heathcliff, wandrin’ the moors and tappin’ at panes.

MAR
Oh Mathyew, yew nevah did read much, did yew? But it’s not your brains that my loins miss so. Come in and revish me, my sweet zombie cousin!

MAT
ALAS Mary deah I am unable to engage in such congress. I am only heah to do this one cameo for the Christmas special and then I must dress properly before poppin’ back to the afterlife for drinks.

MAR
But Cuz, tell me—what is it like, yew know, in heaven? Dost one hev all the staff one can no longer afford here on Earth in these trying days of post-industrialization?

MAT
It’s a bit of all right—evah so many people there—that footman fellah who died in the war, for one, what’s his name—and oh, Sybil is there—and—take this kindly—only she’s very dull—pretty to look at but—well, you may hev dodged a bullet with her dyin’ and all—OH and the funniest thing, your cousin is there, the one thet died on the Titanic, only he says he suspects sabotage, somethin’ about bein’ cheated out of an inheritance—

MAR
Oh Mathyew, let’s not talk of characters no one remembers anyway. How long hev yew left with me, my toe-headed spectre?

MAT
Not long, my pet—I may gaze on your eyebrows but a moment longer—and Mary, there is one thing—

MAR
OH tell me! Tell me anything.

MAT
Mary… Edith’s quite the bitch, what?

MAR
OH MATHYEW I’VE MISSED HEARING THAT MOST OF ALL.

MOAH SPOILERS don't yew know

Downton

 

We herewith present earlier drafts of Mr. Fellowes’s first-draft ending for the fantastically-popular-and-in-no-way-phoned-in-by-a-cast-who-were-already-out-the-door Downton Abbey Christmas on Ice Special.

INT. DOWNTON HOSPITAL

MARY is in bed looking slightly disheveled but still in the bloom of English womanhood. Ask Michelle to maybe tousle her hair? Something with the eyebrows. Oh, those eyebrows.

MATTHEW
Oh dearest Mary now that you have issued forth a tiny new Earl we need never have sex again! Once again Britannia is safe from the Hun! Cheers Huzzah.

MARY
Indeed Matthew it is the happiest of outcomes. Now we shall be happy forever and ever and ever to the end of our painless and exceedingly long lives! 

MATTHEW 
I find myself so overcome with emotion that I must now leave this happy, happy tableau! Farewell, gentle Mary, I will see you anon and for the rest of our aforementioned freakishly extended lifespans!

EXT. DOWNTON HOSPITAL

MATTHEW exits looking very much a young Earl-to-be in the prime of English manhood. He dons his rakish cap and smiles to the heavens. Immediately a piano falls upon him ha take that Dan Stevens you ungrateful bastard film career my arse oh God what do I do now all I had was this show

Alternatives: falling safe? quicksand? dingoes