[INT. SERVANTS' CORRIDOR - DAY]

　　ANNA

　　Poor Mr Carson. We'll have to treat him like a god for a month to calm his nerves.

　　MR BATES

　　He'll be afraid this will change the way we think of him.

　　ANNA

　　Then we mustn't let it.

　　MR BATES

　　But it will. The Cheerful Charlies?

　　[The laugh.]

　　MR BATES

　　For all his talk of dignity, we know his story now.

　　ANNA

　　And admire him more because of it.

　　MR BATES

　　Maybe. But it will change the way we think of him. It always does.

　　ANNA

　　I don't see why. I shouldn't care what I found out about you, whatever it was. It wouldn't alter my opinion one bit.

　　MR BATES

　　But it would. It certainly would.

　　[THE DOWER HOUSE - DAY]

　　[Violet and Cora sit down to tea.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　We're running out of options. The lawyers I write to only huff and puff. They echo Murray and say, \"Nothing can be done.\"

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Well, they don't want the bother of opposing him.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Oh, precisely.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I wish Mary wasn't so confident it could all be put right.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Meanwhile, we have to watch that dreadful woman parade around the village as if she owned it.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I think she means well.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Meaning  well  is  not  enough.  Poor  Dr  Clarkson.  And  what  has  he  done  to  deserve  that termagant?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I think he's in for an uncomfortable afternoon.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Really? Why?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　On my way here, I saw her go into the hospital. She looked extremely determined.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Not as determined as I am.

　　[Violet stands up.]

　　[INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, OFFICE - DAY]

　　[Isobel holds a tiny vial.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　I have the adrenaline here in my hand. Will you really deny the man his chance of life?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　I just wish it was a treatment I was more familiar with.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Will that serve as your excuse when he dies?

　　[Clarkson stands and takes the vial and goes to the door.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Nurse!

　　[A nurse comes to the door.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Can you prepare Mr Drake for his procedure please? Well, Mrs Crawley, I have a feeling we will sink or swim together.

　　[INT. DOWNTON COTTAGE HOSPITAL, WARD - DAY]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Mr Drake, your heart is not functioning properly and, as a result, your pericardial sac is full of fluid. I am proposing first to withdraw the fluid, and then to inject the adrenaline to stimulate the heart and restore normal activity.

　　MRS DRAKE

　　Is it dangerous, Doctor?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　The draining may stop the heart, and the adrenaline may not be able to restart it.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Mrs Drake, the choice is simple. If your husband endures this procedure, he may live. If not, he will die.

　　NURSE

　　He's with a patient.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Please, please, no, let me pass. I must see the doctor at once.

　　[Violet steps around the screen. Mrs Drake rises from her chair.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Your Ladyship.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Yes, it's just as I thought. Dr Clarkson, tell me you will not permit this amateur to influence your professional opinion.

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　Amateur?

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM (to Mrs Drake)

　　My dear woman, do not let them bully you. They'll not disturb the peace of your husband's last hours, not if I can help it.

　　MRS DRAKE

　　But that's just it, my lady. I don't want them to be his last hours. Not if there's a chance. Please, Doctor, do what you must.

　　[Clarkson steps forward to begin the procedure. A nurse hands him a needle and he attaches it to a draining tube.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　As...

　　[Clarkson and the nurse insert the needle and Mrs Drake turns away. Isobel steps over to comfort her.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Steady. Yeah, all right.

　　NURSE

　　Yep.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Nice and steady.

　　[Clarkson drains the fluid with a syringe attached to the tube.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　As president of this hospital, I feel I must...

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Valve.

　　[The fluid drains into a glass jar.]

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　...tell you I...I shall bring this to the attention of the board.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　You're doing very well.

　　VIOLET, DOWAGER COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Have you no pity?

　　[The draining finishes.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Adrenaline. Quickly, quickly. His heart's stopped.

　　[The nurse hands him the syringe and he attaches it to the needle already inserted in Drake's chest.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Ready?

　　NURSE

　　Mm-hmm.

　　[Isobel watches intently as she holds Mrs Drake. Clarkson injects the adrenaline and pulls out the needle.]

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Yes.

　　[Drake wakes and heaves deep breaths. Mrs Drake turns to look and goes to hold and kiss his hand.]

　　MR DRAKE

　　Oh, my dear.

　　[Isobel turns to Violet, who is stunned by what happened.]

　　[INT. LIBRARY - DAY]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　You don't have to worry. She may be president, but I'm the patron, so you're quite safe with me. Please.

　　[Robert motions for Matthew and Dr Clarkson to enter the library for some refreshments.]

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　My mother was right, then? The man's life was saved?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Well, I-- I like to think that we were both right, but I'm not sure Lady Grantham will be so easily convinced.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Then we must strengthen the argument. Cousin Isobel wants something to do. Very well. Let's make her chairman of the board. She'd like that, wouldn't she?

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　Certainly she would.

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　Then my mother will have to listen to her.

　　[Clarkson is clearly thinking through the consequences of this new arrangement.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　She's been in absolute rule of there for long enough, it's time for some loyal opposition.

　　DR CLARKSON

　　Well, if you're quite certain, my lord.

　　[Clarkson hesitates.]

　　ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM

　　What were you going to say?

　　DR CLARKSON

　　At the risk of being impertinent...on your own head be it.

　　[The men chuckle.]