[INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY]

　　[Isobel wears a nurse's apron, she leans over a patient with a stethoscope.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　May I?

　　[Mr Drake nods.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　I must compliment you, Mrs Crawley. When you made your offer, I thought you might be a great lady nurse and

　　faint at the sight of blood, but I see you're made of sterner stuff.

　　[Isobel steps aside with Dr Clarkson.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　It's definitely the heart. It's almost too quiet to hear at all.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　I'm afraid so.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I've been thinking about the treatments that are available. Considerable success has been achieved  over

　　the  last  few  years  by  draining  the  pericardial  sac  of  the  excess  fluid  and administering

　　adrenaline.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Mrs Crawley, I appreciate your thoroughness.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　But you're unwilling to try it?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Injection of adrenaline is a comparatively new procedure.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　It's a while ago now, but I saw my husband do it. I know how.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Please, Mrs Crawley, don't--don't force me to be uncivil. We would be setting an impossible precedent when

　　every villager could--could demand the latest fad in treatment for each new cut and graze.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I would remind you that we're not talking of a cut or a graze, but the loss of a man's life and the ruin of

　　his family.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Of course, but I beg you to see that it is...not reasonable.

　　[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - DAY]

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　I'm sorry, but I have standards.

　　[Anna enters and sits down next to Bates.]

　　ANNA (whisper)

　　I've just seen something ever so odd.

　　MR BATES (whisper)

　　What?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　And if anyone thinks I'm going to pull my forelock and curtsy to this

　　[Cora enters.]

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　Mr Nobody from Nowhere--

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　O'Brien.

　　[The servants stand.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Were you discussing Mr Crawley?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　Yes, milady.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Is it your place to do so?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　I've got my opinions, milady, same as anybody.

　　[Mrs Hughes enters.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Can I help Your Ladyship?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　This is the button we're missing from my new evening coat, I found it lying on the gravel, but I was shocked

　　at the talk I heard as I came in. Mr Crawley is His Lordship's cousin and heir. You will, therefore, please

　　accord him the respect he's entitled to.

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　But you don't like him yourself, milady. You never wanted him to--

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Your sailing perilously close to the wind, O'Brien. If we're to be friends, you will not speak in that way

　　again about the Crawleys or any member of Lord Grantham's family. Now, I'm going up to rest. Wake me at the

　　dressing gong.

　　[Cora leaves and the servants sit back down.]

　　THOMAS

　　I don't think that's fair. Not here in the servants' hall.

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　I agree. If she was a real lady, she wouldn't have come down here. She'd have rung for me and given me the

　　button, that's all.

　　THOMAS

　　This isn't their territory, we can say what we like down here.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Who says?

　　THOMAS

　　The law. And parliament. There is such a thing as free speech.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Not when I'm in charge! Don't push your luck, Thomas. Now, tea's over. Back to work. You'd better take this.

　　[Mrs Hughes hands O'Brien Cora's coat button.]

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　\"Friends.\" Who does she think she's fooling? We're not friends.

　　ANNA

　　No?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　No. And you're not friends with the girls, neither. We're servants, you and me, and they pay us to do as

　　we're told, that's all.

　　[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - EVENING]

　　[Molesley watches as Matthew tries to adjust his bowtie.]

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　May I...?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I can manage. Now, where have I put my cufflinks?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　I thought these would make a change--

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　No, my usual ones.

　　[Matthew puts the cufflinks on himself.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I know I'm a disappointment to you, Molesley, but it's no good. I'll never get used to being dressed like a

　　doll.

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　I'm only trying to help, sir.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Of course. And if I've offended you, I apologise. But surely you have better things to do.

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　This is my job, sir.

　　[Matthew puts on his own tailcoat.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Well, it seems a very silly occupation for a grown man.

　　[Matthew turns around and sees Molesley's dismay.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Look, I'm sorry if I'm...

　　[Matthew can't recover from what he just said.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I'm sorry.

　　[Matthew leaves quickly and Molesley steps forward to help, but stops.]

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Why are you so against him?

　　LADY MARY

　　Aside from the fact he's planning to steal our inheritance?

　　LADY EDITH

　　Your inheritance. It makes no difference to Sybil and me. We won't inherit, whatever happens.

　　LADY MARY

　　He isn't one of us.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Cousin Freddy's studying for the bar, and so is Vivian McDonald.

　　[Edith sneaks a peek at a letter Mary received from Evelyn.]

　　LADY MARY

　　At Lincoln's Inn. Not sitting at a dirty little desk in Ripon. Besides, his father was a doctor.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　There's nothing wrong with doctors. We all need doctors.

　　LADY MARY

　　We all need crossing sweepers and draymen, too, it doesn't mean we have to dine with them.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Whom don't we have to dine with?

　　LADY EDITH

　　Mary doesn't care for Cousin Matthew.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Sybil, be a dear and fetch my black evening shawl. O'Brien knows which one.

　　[Sybil gets up to leave.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　And Edith, can you see if the drawing room's ready.

　　[Edith leaves, too.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Glad to catch you alone.

　　LADY MARY

　　You've driven the others away.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (chuckles)

　　Perhaps I have.

　　[Cora looks at the flowers on Mary's vanity table.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Pretty. The point is, my dear, I don't want you, any of you...to feel you have to dislike Matthew.

　　LADY MARY

　　You dislike the idea of him.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　That was before he came. Now he's here, I don't see any future in it. Not the way things are.

　　LADY MARY

　　I don't believe a woman can be forced to give away all her money to a distant cousin of her husband's. Not

　　in the 20th century. It's too ludicrous for words.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　It's not as simple as that. The money isn't mine anymore. It forms a part of the estate.

　　LADY MARY

　　Even so, when a judge hears--

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　For once in your life, will you please just listen?!

　　[Mary is shocked by her mother's gruffness.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I believe there's an answer which would secure your future and give you a position.

　　LADY MARY

　　You can't be serious.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Just think about it.

　　LADY MARY

　　I don't have to think about it. Marry a man who can barely hold his knife like a gentleman?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (laughs)

　　Oh, you exaggerate.

　　LADY MARY

　　You're American, you don't understand these things.

　　[Cora's jaw drops.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Have you mentioned this to Granny? Did she laugh?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Why would she? It was her idea.

　　[It's Mary's turn to gape at her mother.]