[INT. CRAWLEY HOUSE - NIGHT]

　　[Isobel reads the contents of a letter aloud.]

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　She asks if we can both dine on Saturday. There are two young men staying, so you won't be so outnumbered for once.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　What men?

　　ISOBEL CRAWLEY

　　A...Turkish diplomat  called  something  I  can't  read  \"and Lord  Branksome's  charming son\", who's to be flung at Mary, presumably.

　　MATTHEW CRAWLEY

　　When it comes to Cousin Mary, she's quite capable of doing her own flinging, I assure you.

　　[Isobel chuckles.]

　　[INT. GUEST BEDROOM - DAY]

　　ANNA

　　Ugh, open the door, can you?

　　[Gwen timidly opens the door and Anna goes about her chores.]

　　ANNA

　　I couldn't find her britches anywhere, so I asked Mr Bates and he looked among His Lordship's riding clothes. There they were. I only hope to God I've got everything.

　　[Gwen is clearly upset as Anna continues to work.]

　　ANNA

　　Hat I'll do here. Gloves and crop are in the hall.

　　[Gwen starts weeping and Anna notices.]

　　ANNA

　　Gwen? Whatever's the matter?

　　[Anna goes to comfort Gwen.]

　　ANNA

　　Hey, come on, sit down. Hey?

　　[Mr Bates sees them from the hall as they sit on the bed.]

　　MR BATES

　　What's happened?

　　GWEN

　　Oh...oh, I'm just being silly. You should get that brushed.

　　[Gwen nods to the clothes Bates's arm. Bates enters and closes the door.]

　　MR BATES

　　He won't be up for another half an hour. Now, what is it?

　　GWEN

　　Well, I suppose I've just realised that it's not going to happen.

　　MR BATES

　　What isn't?

　　GWEN

　　None of it. I'm not going to be a secretary. I'm not going to leave service. I doubt I'll leave here before I'm sixty.

　　ANNA

　　Hey, what's all this?

　　GWEN

　　Oh, you saw their faces. And their right. Oh, look at me! I'm the daughter of a farmhand, I'm lucky to be a maid. I was born with nothing and I'll die with nothing.

　　MR BATES

　　Don't talk like that. You can change your life if you want to. Sometimes you have to be hard on yourself, but you can change it completely, I know.

　　[Bates cringes.]

　　ANNA

　　Mr Bates? Are you all right?

　　MR BATES

　　Take her upstairs. Dry her off.

　　[Bates smiles and turns to open the door.]

　　ANNA

　　Come on, Gwen. Hey?

　　[The maids precede Bates through the door and walk down the corridor. Bates leans against the wall for support and Mrs Hughes finds him closing his eyes in pain.]

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Mr Bates? What's the matter?

　　MR BATES

　　Nothing. Not a thing. I'm fine.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Let me help you.

　　MR BATES

　　I'm perfectly all right, thank you Mrs Hughes.

　　MRS HUGHES

　　Are you sure? You're as white as a sheet.

　　MR BATES

　　It's my wonderful complexion inherited from my Irish mother.

　　[Mrs Hughes contemplates his behaviour as she watches him walk away.]

　　[INT. KITCHENS - DAY]

　　[William and Thomas enter with empty trays. Thomas sneaks some dessert as the kitchen maids cut it and pour punch.]

　　MRS PATMORE

　　Take it. Take it, don't dawdle!

　　[The footmen take off with the trays of food and drink.]

　　[EXT. DOWNTON ABBEY, FRONT WALK - DAY]

　　[Carson stands at the door.]

　　MR CARSON

　　William.

　　[Carson directs where the footmen should bring the drinks. Lord and Lady Grantham greet the hunting party while the footmen serve those is hunting pink. The dogs beg for food from Thomas.]

　　LYNCH

　　Can you see them, milady?

　　LADY MARY

　　Not yet. Oh, wait a minute, here is Mr Napier. I was beginning to give up on you. We're moving off.

　　[Napier takes off his hat to Mary.]

　　EVELYN NAPIER

　　We were fools not to accept your mother's invitation and send the horses down early. As it is, my groom only got here an hour or two ago and my mount's as jump as a deb at her first ball.

　　LADY MARY

　　What about Mr Pamuk? I gather if he takes a tumble, you will be endangering world peace.

　　EVELYN NAPIER

　　Don't worry about Kemal. He knows what he's doing on a horse.

　　LADY MARY

　　Well, where is he?

　　EVELYN NAPIER

　　Fussing. He's rather a dandy.

　　LADY MARY

　　Well, I can see him now. A funny little foreigner with a wide, toothy grin and hair reeking with pomade.

　　EVELYN NAPIER

　　I wouldn't quite say that. Here he is now.

　　[Mary turns with a snobbish smile, but her jaw drops as he rides up.]

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Lady Mary Crawley, I presume?

　　[Pamuk takes off his hat to her.]

　　LADY MARY

　　You presume right.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Sorry to be so dishevelled. We've been on a train since dawn and we had to change in a shed.

　　LADY MARY

　　You don't look dishevelled to me.

　　[Someone blows the hunting horn.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Lynch, you don't have to stay with me.

　　LYNCH

　　But His Lordship asked me to.

　　LADY MARY

　　It's a waste of your day. Help Mr Napier's man get their things back to house.

　　LYNCH

　　His Lordship said--

　　EVELYN NAPIER

　　Don't worry, I'll look after her.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　We'll make it our business to keep her from harm, I promise.

　　[The hunting party rides off, leaving Lynch behind.]