[EXT. FRONT WALK - DAY]

　　[Thomas fetches Matthew's bicycle as Matthew and Robert exit the house.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　About your scheme for restoring the estate cottages...

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　You don't mind my interfering?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　My dear fellow, I brought you here to interfere. In fact, why don't you stay for dinner and we'll talk about it? We'll send down to Molesley for your clothes.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I'd better not. My mother's expecting me. But in fact, I've been meaning to speak to you about Molesley.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Oh?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Would you find me very ungrateful if I dispensed with his services?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Why? Has he displeased you in some way?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Not at all. It's simply that he's superfluous to our style of living.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Is that quite fair? To deprive a man of his livelihood when he's done nothing wrong?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Well, I wouldn't quite put it--

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You're mother derives satisfaction from her work at the hospital, I think. Some sense of self-worth.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Well, certainly.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Would you really deny the same to poor old Molesley? And when you are master here, is the butler to be dismissed, or the footmen? How many maids or kitchen staff will be allowed to stay? Or must every one be driven out? We all have different parts to play, Matthew, and we must all be allowed to play them.

　　[Robert pats Matthew on the shoulder and walks back to the house.]

　　[INT. BALCONY - DAY]

　　LADY EDITH

　　Why must we all go to the hospital?

　　LADY MARY

　　I'm afraid Papa wants to teach Granny a lesson. Poor Granny. A month ago, these people were strangers. Now she must share her power with the mother and I must marry the son.

　　LADY EDITH

　　You won't marry him, though, will you?

　　LADY MARY

　　What, marry a sea monster?

　　[They chuckle.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　You shouldn't laugh, that's so unkind.

　　LADY EDITH

　　But he must marry someone.

　　LADY MARY

　　Edith, what are you thinking?

　　LADY EDITH

　　You know, I don't dislike him as much as you do.

　　LADY MARY

　　Perhaps you don't dislike him at all.

　　LADY EDITH

　　Perhaps I don't.

　　LADY MARY

　　Well, it's nothing to me. I have bigger fish to fry.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　What fish?

　　LADY EDITH

　　Are we talking about E.N.?

　　LADY MARY

　　How do you know that? Have you been poking around in my things?

　　LADY EDITH

　　Of course not.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Come on, who is he? It's not fair if you both know.

　　LADY MARY

　　You won't be any the wiser, but his name is Evelyn Napier.

　　LADY EDITH

　　The Honourable Evelyn Napier, son and heir to Viscount Branksome.

　　LADY MARY

　　Who wants and old sea monster when they can have Perseus?

　　[They chuckle.]

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

　　[Mr Carson knocks on the open door as Mrs Hughes is fastening a broach on her collar.]

　　MR CARSON

　　If you're going to the ceremony, I thought we might walk together.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Certainly I'm going. I want to see the old bat's face when they announce it. I must try not to look too cheerful. Or shouldn't I talk like that in your presence?

　　MR CARSON

　　Do you find me very ridiculous, Mrs Hughes? Putting on airs and graces I've no right to?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　What's brought this on?

　　[Carson sighs sadly.]

　　MR CARSON

　　Nothing. Except at times I wonder if I'm just a sad old fool.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Mr Carson, you are a man of integrity and honour who raises the tone of this household by being part of it. So no more of that, please.

　　[INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY]

　　[William approaches Daisy nervously as she fixes her dress in the mirror.]

　　WILLIAM

　　I wondered i--if you'd like to walk with me down to the hosp--

　　DAISY

　　Is Thomas going?

　　WILLIAM

　　Well, I-- I think everyone is.

　　DAISY

　　Sorry, what were you saying?

　　WILLIAM

　　Nothing. Doesn't matter.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Put this away before you go.

　　[Mrs Patmore hands Daisy a dish]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　And never mind your flirting.

　　DAISY

　　I wasn't flirting. Not with him.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　William's not a bad lad.

　　DAISY

　　He's nice enough, but...he isn't like Thomas.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　No, he's not.

　　[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE, MATTHEW CRAWLEY'S BEDROOM - DAY]

　　[Matthew fixes his tie in the mirror and Molesley opens a box.]

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Cufflinks, sir?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Those are a dull option for such an occasion, don't you agree?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Might I suggest the crest pair, sir? They seem more appropriate, if you don't mind my saying.

　　[Molesley opens another box.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Hm.

　　[Matthew picks one up with a bemused expression.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　They're a bit fiddly, I wonder if you could help me?

　　MR MOLESLEY (surprised)

　　Certainly, sir.

　　[Matthew  allows  Molesley  to  fasten  his  cufflinks.  He  looks  at  his  coat  and  then  back  to Molesley. Molesley takes the hint and fetches it, then helps Matthew into the jacket.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Oh, I see you got that mark out of the sleeve. How'd you do it?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　I--I tried it with this and tried it with that until it yielded.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Very well done.

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Thank you, sir.

　　[Matthew lets Molesley brush down his coat.]

　　[EXT. THE VILLAGE - DAY]

　　MR CARSON

　　Y--you go in, Mrs Hughes. I want a quick word with Mr Bates here. Mr Bates?

　　[Carson clears his throat at the others file into the hospital yard.]

　　MR CARSON

　　Erm...I must thank you, both for what you did and for keeping silent afterwards. It was kind of you and Anna.

　　MR BATES

　　It was nothing, Mr Carson.

　　MR CARSON

　　I hope you don't judge me too harshly.

　　MR BATES

　　I don't judge you at all. I have no right to judge you or any man.

　　[They exchange kind smiles.]

　　[INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL - DAY]

　　[Mr and Mrs Bates are in the audience. They all rise when Dr Clarkson enters with Violet and Isobel, then sit when the ladies do.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Ladies and gentlemen, welcome to this happy event: the investiture of our first chairwoman, Mrs Reginald Crawley, who has graciously agreed to share the duties of our beloved president, the Dowager Countess of Grantham.

　　[Violet is clearly not pleased by the power play.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Our little hospital must surely grow and thrive with two such doughty champions united as they are by the strongest ties of all, family and friendship.

　　[Violet and Isobel sense the heavy irony.]