[INT. LORD GRANTHAM'S DRESSING ROOM - EVENING]

　　MR CARSON

　　William has asked to stay here, my lord. Just for a night. On his way to active duty in France.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Good. I should like to see him.

　　MR CARSON

　　I don't suppose there's any way we can keep him from harm? Him being an only child and all. We'd hate for anything to happen.

　　[Lang froze in the middle of fixing Robert's cufflinks.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Thank you, Lang, I can do the rest.

　　MR LANG

　　Very sorry, my lord.

　　[Lang leaves.]

　　MR CARSON

　　To get back to the notion of Thomas as the manager of Downton.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　He won't be a manager in that sense, but Her Ladyship fixed it all with Clarkson, and she was so pleased I didn't know what to say.

　　MR CARSON

　　I cannot have him working here because he is a thief?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You know she's ignorant of Thomas's crimes. We agreed, at the time, that would be best. And, anyway, is it honourable in us to hold Thomas's sins against him when he has been wounded in the service of the king?

　　MR CARSON

　　And who is to be in charge over Thomas?

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You mean, under Dr Clarkson? Well, we asked today, but he hasn't decided.

　　MR CARSON

　　So, we just make it up as we go along.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Unless you've got a better idea.

　　[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING]

　　O'BRIEN

　　Are you still here, Mr Branson?

　　[They all stand as Mr Carson enters.]

　　MR CARSON

　　Why don't you stay and have something to eat.

　　ETHEL

　　Mr Branson's been telling us the news from Russia.

　　MR CARSON

　　And what news is that?

　　BRANSON

　　Kerensky's been made Prime Minister, but he won't go far enough for me. Lenin denounces the bourgeoisie along with the tsar. He wants a people's revolution. That's what I'm waiting for. Won't be long now.

　　MR CARSON

　　And what happened to the tsar?

　　BRANSON

　　Imprisoned in the Alexander Palace with all his family.

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Oh, what a dreadful thing.

　　BRANSON

　　They won't hurt them. Why would they?

　　ANNA

　　To make an example.

　　BRANSON

　　Give them some credit. This is a new dawn, a new age of government. No one wants to start it with the murder of a bunch of young girls.

　　MR LANG

　　You don't know that. Nobody knows who will get killed when these things start. Look at her nephew. Shot for cowardice.

　　[Mrs Patmore, and everyone else, stares at him in shock.]

　　MR LANG

　　Who would've guess that when he was saying hello to the neighbours, or kissing his mother goodnight.

　　[Daisy rushes in.]

　　DAISY

　　Can you look at the crumble? I think it should come out, but it's five minutes earli -- than you said.

　　[Mrs Patmore rushes out crying.]

　　MR LANG

　　I'm sorry. I never thought.

　　[Mrs Hughes gets up from the table to go after Mrs Patmore.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　You should think, Mr Lang. You're not the only member of the walking wounded in this house.

　　[INT. DOWNTON - DAY]

　　[Someone rings at the front door. Mr Carson tries to make his way through the bustle of medical staff.]

　　MR CARSON

　　Why are you coming in this way?

　　THOMAS

　　I'm the manager here now, Mr Carson. Or had you forgotten?

　　MR CARSON

　　No, I have not forgotten. And will you be moving into your old room, or should we prepare a guest bedroom?

　　THOMAS

　　I'll sleep in my old room, thanks. So, are we ready for the big invasion? 'Cause they'll be here at tea time.

　　MR CARSON

　　We'll have to be ready, won't we, Thomas?

　　THOMAS

　　We will, Mr Carson. And it's Sergeant Barrow now.

　　MR CARSON

　　Acting Sergeant, I believe.

　　[Robert wanders around the large library, which is now set up as the officers' recreation room. A nurse pulls out a screen to block of the small library. Lady Grantham looks unhappily at the great hall, now set up as the dining hall for the officers. The family walks out the front door to welcome the officers.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　How many [?] are there?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Thirty-six.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Thirty-six? Right. Well, we'll get back to you.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Quick as you can, gentlemen. Driver, use that road here and go straight into the hospital.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　This way, please, gentlemen.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　..suffered from mustard gas, and must be [?].

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Okay.

　　[Sybil walks into the house and speaks to a nurse and officer on crutches in the front hall.]

　　LADY SYBIL

　　Don't worry, we'll see to you.

　　[Sybil continues into the house.]

　　THOMAS

　　Major Bryant, you're in the Armada Bedroom. Do you mind the stairs?

　　MAJOR BRYANT

　　Depends on what I find at the top.

　　[Ethel catches sight of Major Bryant]

　　ETHEL

　　He's handsome.

　　O'BRIEN

　　Handsome and off limits.

　　ETHEL

　　It'll be nice to have the house full of men.

　　ANNA

　　Full of officers. Officers aren't men. Not where we're concerned.

　　EHTEL

　　Oh, speak for yourself.

　　ANNA

　　Speak for you too if you know what's good for you.

　　[Matthew enters and touches his mother's arm.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I'm very sorry, but I--

　　[She looks up.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Matthew! What in the world are you doing here?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Well, we start our tour of Yorkshire and Lancashire tomorrow and General Strutt knew you lived up here, so he's given me a few hours off.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　What a lovely--

　　[She kisses his cheek.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Lovely surprise.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Mrs Crawley, how can we separate the hospital's linen from our own?

　　[Mary enters to pick up a tray of carafes and freezes when she catches sight of Matthew.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　You go. We'll talk later.