[EXT. STREET, RIPON - DAY]

　　[Branson drives the motor car around a corner, Sybil in the back seat.]

　　BRANSON

　　Where to from here, milady?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　What do you mean? We've arrived.

　　BRANSON

　　The meeting's in one of these buildings here?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　This is the meeting. We're here for the counting of the votes.

　　[Branson stops the car and looks back at her.]

　　BRANSON

　　I don't understand. I thought that...

　　[Sybil gets out of the car.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Don't be silly, Branson. You didn't think I'd miss my very first by-election?

　　[The car behind him beeps.]

　　BRANSON

　　I don't think His Lordship would approve.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Let me worry about him.

　　[The car honks again.]

　　BRANSON

　　I have to park the car. Don't move. Stay where you are!

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Really, Branson, I thought I gave the orders.

　　[Sybil walks into the courtyard and Branson waves at the honking car behind him and shifts into gear.]

　　[INT. DRAWING ROOM - DAY]

　　[Thomas opens the door for a guest.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Well, I said to...

　　THOMAS

　　Sir Anthony Strallan.

　　[Strallan enters.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Sir Anthony?

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　Don't worry, Lady Grantham. I haven't got the date wrong.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　What a relief. I could hear Cora wondering if dinner would stretch.

　　[They chuckles]

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　No,  I'm  not  really  here  at  all,  but  I  was  driving  past  your  gates  on  the  way  to  the Callender-Becketts, and I thought I'd take a chance. You see, the thing is, I've got two tickets for a concert in York next Friday.

　　LADY MARY

　　How nice. Although, I--I can't--

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　No, I was hoping that Lady Edith might like to accompany me.

　　[Robert turns to Edith in surprise.]

　　LADY EDITH

　　But I'd love to.

　　[Mary is unpleasantly surprised.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Shouldn't you ask what sort of concert it is?

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　Just Hungry Hundreds stuff mostly, you know. Bellini, Puccini, Rossini. I'm not up to anything complicated.

　　LADY EDITH

　　I--I'd like that very much.

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　Excellent. Well, it's quite a hike, so I'll pick you up around 6:00? Lady Jervas has asked us for a bite to eat afterwards, if that's all right with your mother?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　By all means.

　　SIR ANTHONY STRALLAN

　　Well, I must run. I hope I haven't spoilt your dinner.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　We may have to hire a nurse after all.

　　[Mary glares at Edith, who sits down in happy surprise.]

　　[INT. KITCHENS - DAY]

　　[Daisy flips a mould upside down to put the dessert on a plate.]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Oh, for heaven's sake, hold it steady if you don't want to start again from the beginning.

　　DAISY

　　Do these biscuits go up?

　　MRS PATMORE

　　No, I put them out for the fairies.

　　DAISY

　　Oh.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Of course they're going up. What's wrong with you? You're always dozy, but tonight you'd make Sleeping Beauty look alert.

　　DAISY

　　MRS PATMORE

　　DAISY

　　I was just thinking.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Blimey, batten down the hatches.

　　DAISY

　　I think I've let myself down.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　It can't be a new sensation.

　　[Daisy watches William as he takes the dishes upstairs.]

　　[EXT. RIPON, CITY HALL COURTYARD - DAY]

　　[A man reads off the vote count as the crowd clamours and jostles each other.]

　　ANNOUNCER

　　The Honourable Joseph Gerald Antsy for the Conservative and Unionist Party: 6,363 votes

　　WOMAN

　　Vote for women! Vote for women!

　　ANNOUNCER

　　Martin James Dillon, for the Socialist Party: 2,741 votes.

　　[Branson rushes to get to Sybil in the crowd.]

　　BRANSON

　　Can we call it a day, milady?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Don't be silly. This is the moment we've come for.

　　ANNOUNCER

　　Trevor Andrew Morgan, the Liberal Party...

　　[The announcer has trouble being heard over the crowd.]

　　BRANSON

　　This lot aren't interested in politics. They're spoiling for a fight.

　　[EXT. RIPON, STREET - DAY]

　　[Matthew exits his law firm and hears the sound of the crowd.]

　　ANNOUNCER

　　...5,894 votes! I hereby declare that the Honourable...

　　[A truck full of tough looking men drives up to the city hall. The men rush into the courtyard.]

　　RINGLEADER

　　Come on, out you get, lads! We'll soon wipe the smile off their Tory bloody faces.

　　--

　　[EXT. RIPON, CITY HALL COURTYARD - DAY]

　　[Matthew enters and pushes through the crowd to reach Sybil.]

　　ANNOUNCER

　　...is duly elected...is duly elected to serve as Member of Parliament...Member of Parliament...

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Sybil!

　　ANNOUNCER

　　...for the Ripon constituency.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　What on earth are you doing here?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I couldn't miss this.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Couldn't you? I could.

　　[Branson sees the rough men enter.]

　　BRANSON

　　I don't like the look of this, milady.

　　[One of the men knocks another man's hat off.  The man continues forward and Branson confronts him.]

　　BRANSON

　　Look, look, I'm on your side. Don't cause any trouble; you have to believe me.

　　[The man shoves Branson aside and confronts Matthew.]

　　MAN

　　What's your problem, then, Mr La-di-da?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　My problem is you.

　　MAN

　　Oh, aye?

　　[The  man  tries  to  punch  Matthew,  but  Matthew  punches  back  and  somehow  Sybil  gets knocked  to  the  ground.  She  bumps  her  head  on  a  low  table,  knocking  her  unconscious. Matthew and Branson crouch over her anxiously. Matthew touches her head and his hand comes away with blood.]

　　BRANSON

　　Oh, no. Oh, please God, no.

　　[Branson and Matthew lift her up and Branson carries Sybil out of the courtyard.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　This way.