[EXT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES- DAY]

　　[Thomas and anther stretcher bearer carry a man through the trenches.]

　　THOMAS

　　Bloody hell! There must be more to life than this!

　　[A bomb hits nearby and they drop the stretcher as they're knocked off their feet.] STRETCHER BEARER

　　You all right, Corporal?

　　[Thomas pants heavily.]

　　THOMAS

　　I think so. Yeah, I'm all right.

　　[The stretcher bearer takes out a cigarette case. Thomas checks the soldier they dropped. He's dead.]

　　THOMAS [?]

　　STRETCHER BEARER

　　You won't believe it back home where I come from. I thought, "Medical Corps. Not much danger there." How wrong can one man be? Here.

　　[The stretcher bearer offers his cigarette to Thomas.]

　　STRETCHER BEARER

　　I think it comes down to luck. If a bullet's got your name on it, there's nothing you can do. If not,

　　you thank God you're alive--

　　[A bullet runs through the stretcher bearer's helmet. He drops right in front of Thomas, who panics.]

　　OFFICER

　　Get these bodies away! Come on Corporal Barrow!

　　[INT. RICHMOND - EVENING]

　　[The fine silver and candelabra adorn the dining room table.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　I cannot tell you how pleased I am to be here tonight, sir.

　　GENERAL

　　Well, we are very pleased to have you here, Grantham.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You see, just to know I'm with you all. To sense that I belong here. It's as simple as this: I no longer feel like a fraud.

　　[INT. HOSPTAL, CORRIDOR - EVENING]

　　[Mr Molesley broods in the hospital corridor, waiting for Dr Clarkson.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Mr Molesley, what are you doing here?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　I was waiting to see you, Doctor.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　How can I help?

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　It's just, I was wondering whether you'd written that letter, the one you spoke of this afternoon.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　To the war office?

　　[Molesley nods.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Not yet. I'm sorry you were involved in all that. I should've checked with you first before I interfered.

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Well, that's just it, you see, I think if you had checked with me, y--you'd have found exactly what Lady Grantham described.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　I don't quite--

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　I have trouble with my lungs. I get sort of...breathless sometimes. I-- I've noticed it's getting worse.

　　[Dr Clarkson lifts his chin, understanding Molesley's motivations.]

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　They haven't written to William yet. The Ministry, I mean. They have discharged me. Why don't just make extra work for them to have to fail me all over again?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Very well. I shall correct my statement as regards William. But make no mention of you.

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　Thank you, Doctor.

　　[Dr Clarkson nods.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　It's all right.

　　[Molesley begins to leave.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　But Molesley. I hope you will help the war effort...in other ways.

　　[Molesley nods and exits.]

　　[INT. RICHMOND - EVENING]

　　[The officers sit down to drinks.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　When might the regiment be wanted, sir? The talk at dinner suggested it might be soon.

　　GENERAL

　　Oh, pretty soon I'd say.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Well, I'm as ready now as I'll ever be.

　　[Robert waits, expectantly.]

　　GENERAL

　　For what?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　To go to France...with the regiment.

　　GENERAL

　　Why would you do that?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Because I'm their Colonel, of course. Well, there must be some use for me over there.

　　GENERAL

　　My dear fellow, we're not as heartless as that. The position's only an honorary one. Nobody expects you to go to war.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　An honorary one?

　　GENERAL

　　We thought it'd cheer things up a bit to have the Lord Lieutenant at our table. And so it does. We're very glad to welcome you here.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　I see.

　　[The general is oblivious to Robert's disappointment.]

　　GENERAL

　　We old codgers have our work cut out for us, keeping spirits high at home. Someone must.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Oh, indeed, sir.

　　[Something catches the general's eye.]

　　GENERAL

　　Was that [?] Cavendish? I must catch him before I go.

　　[Robert nods as the general leaves. Then contemplates his honorary title.]