[EXT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, EXERCISE YARD - DAY]

　　[Sybil and Thomas are teaching Lt. Courtenay how to walk with a cane.]

　　THOMAS

　　That's it. That's right, sir. If you move the stick fast enough, you don't have to slacken your pace.

　　LADY SYBIL

　　And check the width of the space as well as any possible obstruction.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Lieutenant Courtenay!

　　[Clarkson approaches.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Well done. You're making good progress.

　　LT. COURTENAY

　　Thanks to my saviours.

　　[Sybil smiles and Thomas salutes the major.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　So you'll be pleased to hear that we're all agreed that it's time for you to continue treatment elsewhere.

　　LT. COURTENAY

　　What?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　At Farley Hall. You're not ill anymore. All you need is time to adjust to your condition, and the staff at Farley can help with that.

　　LT. COURTENAY

　　But, sir, these two are helping me here.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Nurse Crawley and Corporal Barrow are not trained in specialist care.

　　LT. COURTENAY

　　Please. Don't sent me away. Not yet.

　　THOMAS

　　Sir, surely we--

　　[Dr Crawley shoots Thomas a look.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Lieutenant, you must know that every one of our beds is needed for the injured and dying from Arras. Mm?

　　[Dr Clarkson pats Courtenay on the arm.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Corporal, I'll see you in my office.

　　[INT. DR CLARKSON'S OFFICE - DAY]

　　THOMAS

　　Sir, I only meant to say that Lieutenant Courtenay is depressed.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　I will not leave wounded soldiers freezing or sweating under canvas because one junior officer is depressed!

　　[A knock at the door.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Yes!

　　LADY SYBIL

　　I thought you may want to know what I think.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Why should I? Nurse Crawley, I may not be your social superior in a Mayfair ballroom, but in this hospital, I have the deciding voice. Please help him prepare his belongings. He leaves first thing in the morning.

　　[INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - EVENING]

　　[Mrs Hughes sits by Mr Carson's bed, giving him the household updates.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Anna and Ethel will wait at the table and I will supervise. What's wrong with that?

　　MR CARSON

　　Nothing. Except that it's how a charted accountant would have his dinner served.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I can think of worse insults.

　　MR CARSON

　　If you say so. B--but I don't want Lang allowed anywhere near it. Oh, Mr Bates, where are you when we need you?

　　[Mrs Hughes stands.]

　　MR CARSON

　　Can you bring me the wine ledgers and I'll make a selection?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　His Lordship's already done that. Just try to rest.

　　MR CARSON

　　To rest? Or to feel redundant?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Both, if it'll slow you down for a minute and a half. The world does not turn on the style of a dinner

　　MR CARSON

　　My world does.

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - EVENING]

　　LADY ROSAMUND

　　How does he know Miss Swire?

　　LADY MARY

　　What?

　　LADY ROSAMUND

　　Miss Swire. They were in the garden when I came back from Mama's.

　　LADY MARY

　　I suppose they met in London.

　　[Anna enters.]

　　ANNA

　　Would you like me to come back later, milady?

　　LADY ROSAMUND

　　No, come in. I was just leaving.

　　LADY MARY

　　How's Carson getting on?

　　ANNA

　　Oh, much better, milady. Mrs Hughes is having a job keeping him in bed.

　　LADY MARY

　　He gave me some advice last night.

　　ANNA

　　Oh yes? Was it good advice?

　　LADY MARY

　　It was about honesty. He thinks I should say what I really feel.

　　ANNA

　　Sounds a bit wild for Mr Carson.

　　LADY MARY

　　Do you think he's right?

　　ANNA

　　Well, they do say honesty's the best policy, and I think you regret being honest less often than you regret telling lies.

　　[INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - NIGHT]

　　[We see a pool of blood on the floor, and a nurse rushes out of the ward. Lt. Courtenay has slit his wrists.]