[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - DAY]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I make no apology. It would be a terrible thing if poor old Mr Molesley's son were killed, wouldn't it Molesley?

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I'm sure it would, but--

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　And then I heard William's father would be left on his own if anything happened to the boy. And what would become of Carson if the last of his staff were to go?

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　That's not the point.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Do you want Molesley to die?

　　[Molesley looks a bit shocked, and Dr Clarkson closes his eyes pinches the bridge of his nose as he listens to them bicker.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Of course I don't.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Well...

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I don't want my own son to die either, but this is a war, and we must be in it together. High and low, rich and poor. There can be no special cases, because every man at the front is a special case to someone.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Mrs Crawley is right. I understand your motives, Lady Grantham, and I do not criticise them.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Thank you.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　But I shall write to the ministry at once, correcting the misinformation. Good day. I'll see myself out.

　　[Dr Clarkson rises to leave.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Molesley, you understand why I said what I did?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Indeed, I do, ma'am.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　You won't be called up at once. Not while there are younger men to be taken.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　But they'll get you in the end, Molesley. And you can blame Mrs Crawley when they do.

　　[INT. MR CARSON'S OFFICE - DAY]

　　[Mrs Hughes finds Mr Carson writing at his desk.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I wish you'd stop working for one minute. At least put the light on or you'll strain your eyes.

　　[Mr Carson sighs and turns on the table lamp.]

　　MR CARSON

　　It's getting dark so early now. Has she gone?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　She has. (sigh) So, we've lost Mr Bates and Lady Sybil in one day.

　　MR CARSON

　　I can't believe it. I suppose I'll have to look after His Lordship now on top of everything else.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　And I don't want any jokes about broomsticks and sweeping the floor.

　　MR CARSON (chuckles)

　　His Lordship's got his regimental dinner in Richmond tonight. That means he'll be in the full fig.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　You'll manage.

　　MR CARSON

　　You know, when Mr Bates first came to this house, I thought he could never do the work, but now I can't imagine the place without him. Did you see this coming, because I didn't.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I have a confession. I let them have their tea in my sitting room.

　　MR CARSON

　　That was nice of you.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　It was...quite nice, but I had my reasons. There's a grating on the wall, which means you can hear what's being said in the room.

　　MR CARSON

　　Now, if I was a gentleman, I wouldn't want to know.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　But you're not.

　　MR CARSON

　　Fortunately.

　　[Mr Carson gets up and closes the door.]

　　[EXT. YORK, HOSPITAL - DAY]

　　[Branson carries Sybil's bags as they walk into the hospital courtyard where the wounded men are exercising. Several are missing limbs. Branson puts her bags down in a stone corridor.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　It'll be hard to let you go, my last link with home.

　　[Branson takes off his hat.]

　　BRANSON

　　Not as hard as it is for me.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Branson...

　　BRANSON

　　I know I shouldn't say it, but I can't keep it in any longer.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I wish you would.

　　BRANSON

　　I've told myself and told myself you're too far above me, but things are changing. When the war is over, the world won't be the same place as it was when it started. And I'll make something of myself, I promise.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I know you will.

　　BRANSON

　　Then bet on me. And if your family casts you off, it won't be forever. They'll come around. And until they do, I promise to devote every waking minute to your happiness.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I'm terribly flattered.

　　BRANSON

　　Don't say that.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Why not?

　　BRANSON

　　Because flattered is a word posh people use when they're getting ready to say "no."

　　[Sybil smiles, trying to lighten the mood.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　That sounds more like you.

　　BRANSON

　　Please don't make fun of me. It's cost me all I've got to say these things.

　　[Lady Sybil stares at the ground uncomfortably. Branson watches her, then nods.]

　　BRANSON

　　Right.

　　[He puts his hat back on.]

　　BRANSON

　　I'll go. I'll hand in my notice, and I won't be there when you get back.

　　[Sybil's head snaps up.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　No, don't do that.

　　BRANSON

　　I must. They won't let me stay when they've heard what I said.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　They won't hear. Not from me.