[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - NIGHT]

　　[Branson knocks on the doorway where Mr Carson is putting away the silver.]

　　BRANSON

　　Mr Carson, might I have a word.

　　MR CARSON

　　I'm busy with this dinner for tomorrow night.

　　BRANSON

　　Well, that's just it. I don't expect you'll be using Mr Lang, not after last time.

　　MR CARSON

　　I will not.

　　BRANSON

　　So I wondered if I might be any help. I've waited a table before.

　　MR CARSON

　　Do you mean it?

　　[Branson nods.]

　　MR CARSON

　　I know I've no right to ask it of a chauffeur.

　　BRANSON

　　We have to keep up the honour of Downton, don't we?

　　MR CARSON

　　I'm very grateful, Mr Branson. I'll not hide it, very grateful, indeed. You know where to find the livery?

　　BRANSON

　　I do.

　　MR CARSON

　　And I gather you won't be leaving us after all.

　　BRANSON

　　Who knows what the future will bring.

　　[INT. SERVANTS' BEDROOM CORRIDOR - NIGHT]

　　[Mr Lang is yelling in his sleep. All of the servants wake up and get out of bed.]

　　ANNA

　　What is it?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　...shouting.

　　MR CARSON

　　What's going on?

　　[Mrs Hughes opens the door into the men's section.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　... to find out.

　　THOMAS

　　It's Mr Lang.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　What in heaven's name is happening?

　　[Mr Lang is thrashing around in his bed.]

　　MR LANG

　　No! No, I can't do it!

　　MR CARSON

　　Mr Lang?

　　MR LANG

　　I can't do it!

　　[Mr Carson shakes Mr Lang awake.]

　　MR CARSON

　　You're having a bad dream, Mr Lang! You're having a dream!

　　MR LANG

　　They're soldiers, Mr Carson! I see soldiers, but I can't! [O'Brien goes to Lang's side.]

　　MR LANG

　　I can't go back no matter what!

　　MR CARSON

　　No one's asking you to go back, Mr Lang.

　　THOMAS

　　No, just to put a sock in it.

　　O'BRIEN

　　Don't worry, Mr Lang, you've had a bad dream, that's all.

　　[Mr Lang looks at O'Brien.]

　　MR LANG

　　Is it a dream?

　　[O'Brien nods. Lang begins to sob.]

　　MR LANG

　　Thank God.

　　[Mr Carson nods to the others and they leave.]

　　MR LANG

　　Oh, thank God. Thank God.

　　O'BRIEN

　　You're all right. Let's get you back into bed. You're all right.

　　[O'Brien helps him lay down.]

　　MR LANG

　　I'm sorry.

　　O'BRIEN

　　It's all right, Mr Lang.

　　[O'Brien covers him with the blanket.]

　　MR LANG

　　I'm sorry.

　　O'BRIEN

　　You're all right.

　　[O'Brien looks at Mr Carson and Mrs Hughes still standing there.]

　　O'BRIEN

　　Is it any wonder when he's been to hell and back?

　　[EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY FRONT DOOR - DAY]

　　[The entire household lines up outside to welcome the general. The car drives by and the soldiers solute. The general's party gets out and solutes the family.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　My cousin, Lord Grantham.

　　GENERAL STRUTT

　　This is very kind of you, Lord Grantham.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Welcome.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Lady Grantham. And this is Major Clarkson who runs our hospital here.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　And I am Captain Crawley's mother. And will accompany you on your tour and explain the different levels of care we practice here.

　　[Clarkson and Matthew's expressions reveal the impropriety of Isobel putting herself forward.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Lady Grantham and Mrs Crawley will both accompany us as we go around, sir.

　　GENERAL STRUTT

　　Makes a nice change from the craggy-faced warriors I'm usually surrounded by.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I'd like to think that were true. Please, come this way.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　There's a large recreation room...

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I don't believe you've ever been to Downton before.

　　[Mary steps up to Matthew.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Poor mother. She longs to hold all the reigns.

　　GENERAL STRUTT

　　Crawley?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　I should go. If only to keep our respective mothers apart.

　　THOMAS

　　I'm afraid Mrs Crawley's none too pleased to play second fiddle, sir.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Well, I hope she doesn't spoil things.

　　THOMAS

　　Well, that's just what I've been meaning to talk to you about, sir. You see, I'm trying to run a tight ship...

　　[O'Brien watches Thomas suspiciously. Rosamund gives Mary a significant look, then smiles at Lavinia before heading into the house, which makes Mary uncomfortable.]

　　LAVINIA

　　What's the matter with your aunt?

　　LADY MARY

　　We should follow them in. Poor mama will say we're unsupportive.

　　LAVINIA

　　Tell me what it is, please.

　　LADY MARY

　　All right.