[INT. GUEST BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　THOMAS

　　I don't believe that.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Well, believe what you like. He won't break the entail. The unknown cousin gets everything and Mary's inheritance will be the same as it always was.

　　THOMAS

　　Well, how was I to know when the lawyer turned up?

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　You weren't to know. You did the right thing to telegraph me. It's just not gonna come off.

　　THOMAS

　　So, what now?

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Well, you-- you know how I'm fixed. I have to have an heiress. If it means going to New York to find one.

　　THOMAS

　　What about me?

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　You...you will wish me well.

　　THOMAS

　　You said you'd find me a job if I wanted to leave.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Do you?

　　THOMAS

　　I want to be a valet. I'm sick of being a footman.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Yeah, Thomas, I don't need a valet. I--I thought you were getting rid of the new one here?

　　THOMAS

　　I'll have done it, but I'm not sure Carson's gonna let me take over.

　　[Thomas sits down and takes the duke's face in his hand.]

　　THOMAS

　　And I want to be with you.

　　[They kiss.]

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　I just can't see it working, can you? We don't seem to have the basis of a servant/master relationship, do we?

　　THOMAS

　　You came here to be with me.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Among other reasons. And one swallow doesn't make a summer.

　　THOMAS

　　Aren't you forgetting something?

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　What? Are you threatening me? Because of a youthful dalliance? A few-- a few weeks of madness in a London season? You wouldn't hold that against me, surely?

　　THOMAS

　　I would if I have to.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　And who will believe a greedy footman over the words of a duke? If you're not careful, you'll end up behind bars.

　　THOMAS

　　I've got proof.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Mm. You mean these?

　　[The duke pulls out a bound stack of letters. Thomas dashes for them, but the duke throws them in the fire and wrestles keeps Thomas away as they burn.]

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　You know, my mother's always telling me, \"Never put anything in writing.\" And now, thanks to you, I never will again.

　　THOMAS

　　How did you get that? You bastard.

　　DUKE OF CROWBOROUGH

　　Don't be a bad loser, Thomas. Go to bed. Unless you want to stay.

　　[Thomas leaves angry.]

　　[INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - NIGHT]

　　[Mr Carson knocks on the open door.]

　　MR CARSON

　　I think I'll turn in.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　No big announcement, then?

　　MR CARSON

　　No. Nor likely to be. He's off on the nine o'clock train.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　He never is. And when we've had a turkey killed for tomorrow's dinner. Well, I wonder what she did wrong.

　　MR CARSON

　　She did nothing wrong, not from the way His Lordship was talking.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　So His Grace turned out to be graceless. Hm.

　　MR CARSON

　　Goodnight, Mrs Hughes.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Goodnight, Mr Carson.