[INT. KITCHENS - EVENING]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Fold it in, don't slap it. You're making a cake, not beating a carpet.

　　[Robert walks in.]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Oh. I'm sorry, Your Lordship. I didn't see you there.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　It's quite all right, Mrs Patmore. I wonder, is there somewhere we could have a word?

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Er, er...

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Why not go into my sitting room?

　　[INT. MRS HUGHES'S SITTING ROOM - EVENING]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Please sit.

　　[He closes the door and they sit.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　I do have some news of your nephew. I telephoned the war office and they've just come back

　　to me, but I'm afraid it's not good news.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　I--I knew he was dead all along. I-- I said so to my sister. I said, "Kate", I said, "He's gone and you'll have to face-- "

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Mrs Patmore, it's worse than that.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　What can be worse than being dead?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Private Philpots was shot for cowardice on the 17th of February.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Oh my God.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　This explains why the regiment was reluctant to supply information.

　　[Robert stands up and opens the door while Mrs Patmore begins to cry.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Mrs Hughes, could you come in, please?

　　[Mrs Hughes enters and Robert closes the door.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Mrs Patmore has had some bad news. Her nephew has been killed.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Oh, he never has.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　And that's not all.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　It is all. Mrs Patmore.

　　[Mrs Hughes takes Mrs Patmore's hand.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Let us make sure it is all. Your sister needs to know no more than this. We cannot know the

　　truth. We should not judge.

　　[Robert nods to Mrs Hughes]

　　[INT. DRAWING ROOM - EVENING]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I think it's a ridiculous idea!

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Why?

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Because this is a house, not a hospital.

　　LADY MARY

　　But, Granny, a convalescent home is where people rest and recuperate.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　But if there are relapses? What then? Amputation in the dining room? Resuscitation in the

　　pantry?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　It would certainly be the most tremendous disturbance. If you knew how chaotic things are as it is.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　But when there's so much good can be done.

　　[Violet slams her cane on the floor.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I forbid it. To have strange men prodding and prying around the house, to say nothing of pocketing the spoons. It's out of the question.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I hesitate to remind you, but this is my house now. Robert's and mine, and we will make the decision.

　　[Cora gets up and takes a drink from Mrs Hughes.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Oh, I see. So now I'm an outsider...who need not be consulted.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Since you put it like that, yes.

　　[INT. DINING ROOM - EVENING]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　What was it like at the hospital today?

　　[Matthew looks haunted.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　At the front...the men pray to be spared, of course...but if that's not to be...they pray for a bullet that kills them cleanly. For too many of them today, that prayer had not been answered.

　　[INT. KITCHENS - EVENING]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Er, we'll eat in about twenty minutes.

　　WILLIAM

　　Good. Would you have any to spare for a poor traveller?

　　[William does a marching stop in his uniform.]

　　DAISY

　　William, I don't believe it.

　　WILLIAM

　　Pinch me. I am your dream come true.

　　DAISY

　　You're like a real soldier.

　　WILLIAM

　　I am a real soldier, thank you very much. Now come and give me a kiss.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Ooh, we'll have none of that.

　　[Daisy rushes to hug him.]

　　WILLIAM

　　Won't you let a Tommy kiss his sweetheart, Mrs Patmore when he's off to fight the Hun?

　　DAISY

　　Have you finished your training?

　　WILLIAM

　　Not yet, but it won't be long now.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Well, on the eve of departure, we'll see, but right now, put her down.

　　WILLIAM

　　So...

　　[William stands at attention.]

　　WILLIAM

　　What do you think?

　　[Daisy brushes his uniform with her fingers.]

　　WILLIAM

　　Smart, ain't it?

　　[Mrs Patmore heaves a sigh, thinking of her nephew.]

　　[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING]

　　[Lang reads at the table. William walks in.]

　　ANNA

　　William? What a treat to see you. And how smart you look. Welcome.

　　WILLIAM

　　Thanks.

　　ANNA

　　Supper won't be long. I'm just going up to clear the dining room.

　　WILLIAM

　　Shall I help?

　　ANNA

　　Of course not. You're in the army now.

　　[She smiles at him and leaves.]

　　MR LANG

　　So, still full of the joys of warfare?

　　WILLIAM

　　I'm not sorry to be part of it, Mr Lang, and I can't pretend I am.

　　MR LANG

　　Oh, yes, you're part of it. Like a metal cog is part of a factory, or a grain of sand is part of the beach.

　　WILLIAM

　　It's all right, Mr Lang. I understand. And I'm not saying I'm important, or ought like that. But I believe in this war. I believe in what we're fighting for and I want to do my bit.

　　MR LANG

　　Then God help you.