[INT. SERVANTS' HALL - EVENING]

　　O'BRIEN

　　I'll sleep on a chair in her room.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Oh, no. There's no need for that.

　　O'BRIEN

　　I don't mind.

　　[Molesley pulls his head off the table groggily.]

　　MR MOLESLEY

　　What is it?

　　O'BRIEN

　　I'd like to be on hand.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　So, we're quite the hospital again.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　You'll probably gain some more patients over the next few day--

　　[Clarkson leans in as he's checking Molesley and sniffs his hair. He smiles as Molesley continues to snore at the table.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　But you don't need to worry about Molesley. He'll be fine in the morning.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Oh?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Uh-huh. The others have Spanish flu. He's just drunk.

　　[INT. UPSTAIRS CORRIDOR - NIGHT]

　　[Robert steps out of his dressing room when he hears footsteps. He stops, disappointed, and turns back to his room, but Jane appears.]

　　JANE

　　Oh, did you want Mr Bates, milord?

　　ROBERT

　　I forgot to say I want to be woken early.

　　JANE

　　Well, I can tell him that.

　　[Robert nods and starts to go back to his room.]

　　JANE

　　Freddy got in to Ripon Grammar. So, whatever you said, it worked.

　　ROBERT

　　Marvellous. Some good news at last.

　　JANE

　　I hate to hear you talk like that.

　　ROBERT

　　I'm sorry, that was selfish of me to spoil your happy moment.

　　JANE

　　You need never say "sorry" to me. How are you, really?

　　ROBERT

　　Since you ask, I'm wretched. I lost my youngest child today, I suspect forever, and I can't see any way around it.

　　JANE

　　I wish you knew how much I want to help.

　　ROBERT

　　Do you?

　　JANE

　　I think you know I do.

　　[Robert holds out his hand and Jane takes it. He leads her into his dressing room.]

　　[INT. MR CARSON'S BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　MR CARSON

　　I'll see if I can get up tomorrow.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Don't be foolish. You're ill. And in all probability, you're going to be a lot iller in the morning.

　　MR CARSON

　　But how will you manage? And what about the wedding?

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I'm not sure there'll even be a wedding. But either way, I won't burden you with it.

　　MR CARSON

　　P-- perhaps Mr Molesley could come on a permanent basis until I'm better.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　I doubt that's a solution, Mr Carson. Neither my patience nor his liver could stand it.

　　[Mrs Hughes gestures for him to drink up his medicine.]

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

　　[Robert snogs the maid. Bates knocks at the door and opens it, but Robert is already at the door and prevents him from opening it any further while Jane hides in the corner.]

　　ROBERT

　　Who is it?

　　MR BATES

　　I'm sorry, my lord, we never settled a time you wanted to be woken.

　　ROBERT

　　Early, I think, with everyone ill. Seven. I'll breakfast at half past.

　　MR BATES

　　Very good, milord. Goodnight.

　　[Bates leaves and Robert closes the door and closes his eyes.]

　　ROBERT

　　This isn't fair. I'm placing you in an impossible situation.

　　JANE

　　I want to be with you. Let me.

　　[Jane tries to kiss him, but he takes her hands and pulls back.]

　　JANE

　　I see. You don't want me now.

　　ROBERT

　　I want you with every fibre of my being, but it isn't fair to you; it isn't fair to anyone. I wish I were different. I wish everything were different.

　　JANE

　　I don't want you different. I like you the way you are.

　　ROBERT (sigh)

　　Thank you for that. I will cherish it. Truly.

　　[She tries to kiss him again, but he won't let her. He opens the door and checks the hall, then returns to the room and Jane leaves.]

　　[INT. LADY GRANTHAM'S BEDROOM - MORNING]

　　[Mrs Hughes enters as Edith and O'Brien nurse Cora.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　What can I bring to help?

　　O'BRIEN

　　Ice to bring her temperature down.

　　LADY MARY

　　Mrs Hughes, Sir Richard telephoned this morning. He's coming down to help. I wonder if you could have some rooms made ready for him and his valet, and tell Mrs Patmore.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Very good, milady.