[Anna enters to find Ethel sitting on the bed crying.]

　　ANNA

　　Not you, too.

　　[Anna puts her lamp on the mantel and pulls up a chair beside Ethel.]

　　ANNA

　　What's the matter?

　　ETHEL

　　Why ask? You don't care.

　　[Anna rolls her eyes in frustration.]

　　ANNA

　　Ethel...perhaps if you stop going on about all the marvellous things you're going to do when

　　you leave service.

　　[Ethel looks up in disbelief.]

　　ETHEL

　　But you've got to have dreams. Don't you have any dreams?

　　ANNA

　　Of course I do. Big dreams.

　　[Anna is close to tears.]

　　ANNA

　　It's just, I know now they won't be coming true.

　　[Ethel takes Anna's hand to comfort her.]

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　[Mary kneels by her bed, looking at a photo of Matthew. She folds her hands, but hears the door knob turn and quickly shoves the photo under the blanket and stands up. Edith enters.]

　　LADY MARY

　　What do you want?

　　LADY EDITH

　　I think I left my book in here.

　　[Mary finds the book and hands it to Edith. Edith smiles in amusement.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Is that all?

　　LADY EDITH

　　You were praying.

　　LADY MARY

　　Don't be ridiculous.

　　LADY EDITH

　　You were praying. What were you praying for?

　　LADY MARY

　　Please go, I'm tired.

　　[Edith leaves. Mary kneels beside the bed again and pulls out Matthew's photo. She folds her hands.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Dear Lord, I don't pretend to have much credit with you. I'm not even sure that you're there. But if you are, and if I've ever done anything good, I beg you to keep him safe.

　　[EXT. BATTLEFRONT TRENCHES - NIGHT]

　　[Matthew walks through the quiet trenches. He finds Thomas sitting in a shelter, having some tea.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　You look very comfortable there, Corporal.

　　[Thomas gets up quickly and solutes Matthew. Matthew solutes back.]

　　THOMAS

　　Would you like some, sir? We've got condensed milk and sugar.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I won't ask how you managed that.

　　[They sit in the shelter and Thomas pours Matthew a drink while he removes his helmet. Thomas hands him the drink.]

　　THOMAS

　　Go on, sir.

　　[Thomas removes his helmet. Matthew takes a sip.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　That's nectar. You sure you can spare it?

　　THOMAS

　　Gladly. If we could talk about the old days and forget about all this for a minute or two.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Do you ever hear from anyone?

　　THOMAS

　　Oh, yes. Miss O'Brien keeps me informed. Lady Edith's driving.

　　[Matthew smiles with a chuckle.]

　　THOMAS

　　Lady Sybil's training as a nurse. Miss O'Brien tells me the hospital's busier than ever with the wounded coming in. That true?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Certainly is. They had a concert when I was there to raise extra funds.

　　[Thomas thinks for a moment, beginning to plot.]

　　THOMAS

　　I'm curious, sir. Do you think I could ever get a transfer back to the hospital, seeing as it's war work?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Well, you'd have to be sent home from the front first. And then you might have to pull a few strings.

　　[Matthew finishes his tea.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Thank you for that. Thank you very much.

　　THOMAS

　　What would my mother say? Me entertaining the future Earl of Grantham for tea.

　　[Matthew smiles his amusement.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　War has a way of distinguishing between the things that matter and the things that don't.

　　[They put their helmets back on and exit the shelter. They solute each other and Matthew leaves. Thomas pauses for a moment and then makes his way through the trenches. He finds a lonely spot and begins to panic as he puts out a cigarette and lighter. His panic rises as he holds up the lighter above the top of the trench. A shot rings out and he pulls his hand in, cradling the bloody wound.]

　　THOMAS

　　Thank you. Thank you for my deliverance.