[INT. DOWNTON - EVENING]

　　[Mary exits the drawing room where Branson and Gwen are waiting.]

　　GWEN

　　I've fetched a coat.

　　[Gwen helps Mary into the coat.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Why? What do I need a coat for?

　　BRANSON

　　I've come to fetch you, my lady. We've taken Lady Sybil to Crawley House in the village.

　　LADY MARY

　　What's happened?

　　BRANSON

　　I took her to Ripon for the count. She got injured in a fight.

　　[Mary touches Branson's hand and covers her mouth in fear.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Take me there at once.

　　[Branson and Mary rush off.]

　　[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - EVENING]

　　[Isobel rings out the blood into a bowl as she treats Sybil's head wound. Sybil lies on a couch, regaining consciousness. Mary enters.]

　　LADY MARY

　　My God. Oh, my darling...

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I didn't know what to do, so I had Branson bring her here.

　　LADY MARY

　　Quite right. Mama would have fainted if she'd seen her like this. As for Papa...

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　This will sting a bit, but it's stopped bleeding. Did you know she was planning this?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Of course not.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Well, what were you doing there? I was working late. I'd forgotten it was election night or I wouldn't have stayed.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I'm so grateful you did.

　　LADY MARY

　　I could ring Branson's neck.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　What was he thinking? I'm afraid it'll cost him his job.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　No. I told him he was taking me to a committee meeting. When he realised what it was, he wanted to come straight back.

　　LADY MARY

　　You'll have to stick up for him, because Papa will skin him alive.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Are you feeling strong enough to go home?

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I think so, if you'll take me.

　　[Matthew smiles and offers her a hand to help her up.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Here, wear my coat to cover the blood. You'll look more normal.

　　[Mary takes it off and puts it around Sybil's shoulders.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Lean on me.

　　[Isobel regards Mary as Mary watches Matthew lead Sybil out. Mary turns to her.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Thank you so much for this.

　　[Mary turns to leave, but stops.]

　　LADY MARY

　　By the way, what happened to William's mother?

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Not good, I'm afraid. She's home, but she's still very weak. Another attack should finish her.

　　LADY MARY

　　And he still doesn't know?

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　She's adamant. I've tried to explain how hard it'll be on him, but she won't have him disturbed. To hear her talk, you'd think he was a cabinet minister.

　　[Mary smiles.]

　　LADY MARY

　　He's made her proud. There are plenty of children in grander circumstances who'd love to say the same.

　　[Mary leaves and Isobel is surprised by her words.]

　　[INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - EVENING]

　　[Mr Carson locks storage cupboard doors.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I wish you'd tell me what's troubling you. If it's this business with Mr Bates...

　　MR CARSON

　　Oh, it's not that. I'll get to the bottom of that.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Well, I hope you'll do it soon. If there's one thing I hate, it's an \"atmosphere,\" and we've got a real atmosphere going now. It's an unfair rumour which needs to be scotched.

　　MR CARSON

　　It's very hard to hear the names of people you love dragged in the mud. You feel so powerless.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Well, I respect Mr Bates, but I'm not sure that I love him.

　　MR CARSON

　　I wasn't thinking of Mr Bates.

　　[Daisy knocks at the open door and enters.]

　　DAISY

　　Mr Carson, have you got a minute?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　What is it, Daisy? Mr Carson's a very busy man.

　　DAISY

　　I know he is, but I think he'll want to hear this. I told you something that wasn't true.

　　MR CARSON

　　Why would you do that?

　　DAISY

　　I did it as a favour for a friend, but I know now he was wrong to ask if of me.

　　[Carson and Mrs Hughes exchange a significant look.]

　　[EXT. DOWNTON, FRONT WALK - NIGHT]

　　[Matthew helps Sybil out of the car. Mary follows them towards the house, but Branson takes off his hat and addresses her.]

　　BRANSON

　　She's not badly hurt, is she?

　　LADY MARY

　　I don't think so, no.

　　BRANSON

　　Thank God.

　　LADY MARY

　　Better be prepared. I'm afraid Lord Grantham will hit the roof.

　　[Branson nods.]

　　BRANSON

　　I never would have taken her there. I may be a socialist, but I'm not a lunatic.

　　LADY MARY

　　I'm not sure Papa knows the difference.

　　[Branson nods.]

　　BRANSON

　　You'll let me know how she gets on?

　　[Mary is surprised.]

　　BRANSON

　　Please.

　　LADY MARY (nods)

　　If you wish.

　　[Mary enters the house.]