[INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - DAY]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　How could you not have realised they'd discover the loss at once? And to keep them in your house... But you only served two years?

　　MR BATES

　　That's right, my lord.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　So, clearly the judge thought there was some mitigating factor. I just want to know the truth.

　　MR BATES

　　I cannot speak of it, milord. You must decide whether I stay or go on the basis of the evidence before you. I will respect that.

　　[Bates holds out Robert's tailcoat and Robert puts it on.]

　　[INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY]

　　ANNA

　　Sorry, I don't believe it.

　　MR BATES

　　How can you say that? When I've confessed to the crime?

　　ANNA

　　Well, His Lordship obviously doesn't think that's all there is to it, and I don't either.

　　MRS PATMORE (background)

　　Daisy, have you finished...

　　[Mrs Hughes approaches.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Anna, are you set for the nine o'clock train tomorrow?

　　ANNA

　　All packed and ready.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　You'll be met at King's Cross by Lady Rosamund's chauffeur, which I think is generous, but  after that you're on your own. Right. I must get on. I'm acting referee for Mrs Patmore and Mrs Bird.

　　MR BATES

　　Best of luck.

　　[Mrs Hughes chuckles lightly and walks on.]

　　ANNA

　　Will you miss me?

　　[Bates smiles.]

　　MR BATES

　　Try not to miss me. It'll be good practice.

　　[Bates leaves.]

　　[INT. KITCHENS - DAY]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　I expect it'll be hard adjusting to this kitchen after the one you're used to.

　　MRS BIRD

　　Not to worry, I'm sure I can have it cleaned up in no time.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Cleaned up?

　　MRS BIRD

　　I'm not criticising. With your eyesight, it's a wonder you could see the pots at all.

　　[Mrs Hughes enters.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　You'll have met Daisy and the others?

　　MRS BIRD

　　I have. Though what they all find to do is a mystery to me.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Are you not used to managing staff, Mrs Bird?

　　[Anna and Molesley watch the conversation from the kitchen window.]

　　MRS BIRD

　　I'm used to getting it done with one kitchen maid, Mrs Patmore, but I suppose in a house like this, you expect to take it easy.

　　[Mrs Patmore puts down her baking spoon at that.]

　　ANNA

　　Do you think we should erect a ring and let them fight it out?

　　[Molesley chuckles.]

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　She's all right, Mrs Bird. She's more of a general than a trooper, but you need that in a cook.

　　ANNA (chuckles)

　　Well, Mrs Patmore's the Generalissimo.

　　[Molesley laughs.]

　　[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Well, I'm very sad. I thought Mary was made of better stuff.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Don't speak against her.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Of course, she's taken advice from someone with false and greedy values.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Oh, Mother.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　And we don't have to go too far to know who that is!

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Mother!

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I've a good mind to--

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　You are not to go near Cousin Violet. That is an order.

　　[INT. CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - DAY]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Something's not right about it.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I agree. Having a silver thief in the house does not seem right at all. Even if he could walk.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　But Carson isn't keen to get rid of him, either, and he normally comes down on this sort of thing like a ton of bricks.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　What's his reasoning?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　He blames Thomas and O'Brien. He says they've been working against Bates since he got here.

　　[O'Brien enters in the background.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　So I should sack O'Brien instead?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You'll hear no argument from me.

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　This should do the trick, milady.

　　[Cora is startled. She turns to Robert and sighs in frustration.]

　　[EXT. COURTYARD - DAY]

　　[Thomas and O'Brien take a smoke break.]

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　Ten years of my life that's what I've given her. Ten bloody years

　　THOMAS

　　But did she say she'd sack you?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　It's obviously what he wants.

　　THOMAS

　　So when will they tell you?

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　When they've found a replacement. Heaven forfend she should have to put a comb through her own hair. And if I'm going, you won't be far behind.

　　THOMAS

　　Oh, so what? Sod 'em. There's a war coming and war means change. We should be making

　　plans.

　　MISS O'BRIEN

　　What you talking about?

　　THOMAS

　　Well, put it like this. I don't want to be a footman anymore, but I don't intend to be killed in battle, neither.

　　[Thomas finishes his cigarette and walks back to the house.]