[INT. LONDON, MRS BATES'S HOUSE - DAY]
She worked at the barracks sometimes, and helping at big dinners and so on. That night her opportunity came and she took it. They knew it was her. Someone even saw her with a big carry-all.
But why did he confess?
MRS BATES (sigh)
Well... John wasn't the same man in those days. The African war had shaken him up and made him angry. He'd been wounded, and he drank a lot more than was good for him.
Was he violent?
No. No, not violent, but he could be hard at times, with a tongue like a razor. He felt he'd ruined Vera's life, Miss Smith.
Do you agree with him?
No. No, I thought she was a nasty piece of work. But that's why he took the blame.
Surely, if everyone knew he was innocent...
But he confessed. There was nothing anybody could do once he confessed.
[INT. GREAT HALL - DAY]
[Thomas escorts Dr Clarkson through the house.]
Could I ask you something, sir? Only...I get the feeling that a war's on the way.
[Thomas hands Dr Clarkson his medical bag.]
I'm afraid we all do.
And when it comes, I want to be really useful to my country.
S--so I've been thinking, what could be more useful than what you do? Bringing people back to health, back to life.
I see. Well, erm, we are looking for volunteers to train for the Territorial Force hospitals, if that's what you mean.
It's exactly what I mean.
Will you not be missed here?
Maybe. But we'll all be going, won't we? The younger men anyway.
As you wish. I'll make inquiries.
Thank you very much, Doctor.
[They exit through the outer hall.]
[INT. LIBRARY - DAY]
[Carson pours a drink for Robert.]
Mr Molesley walked in and there he was, as bold as brass, taking my wallet out of my change coat. Mr Molesley would have no reason to make it up, my lord. He doesn't know Thomas. Why would he lie?
ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM
So Thomas has been caught red-handed. Well, we knew he was a thief, didn't we?
And now we have unimpeachable proof. I'm afraid he has to go.
ROBERT, EARL OF GRANTHAM (sigh)
I hate this sort of thing. With Lady Grantham's condition and everything. Can we at least wait until after the garden party?
Very well, my lord. But then, I think we must act.
[INT. KITCHENS - DAY]
How long will you wear them?
[Mrs Patmore is wearing sunglasses.]
A week or so. But I can see much better already, even with them on.
Thank heaven. Now, we need to talk about the garden party. Mrs Bird and I have made some lists...
MRS PATMORE (scoffs)
Mrs Bird? Oh, I think we can manage without any help from Mrs Bird.
Can you? Well, if you want your garden party to be run by a Blind Pugh, that's your business.
Mrs Patmore, there's a lot to be done and you're only just up on your feet. We really cannot manage without Mrs Bird.
If you say so.
Now, I've been checking the stores and I've ordered what you'll need for the baking.
That's very kind, Mrs Hughes. But, er, I believe we should check the stores when it's convenient.
Mrs Bird, at Downton Abbey, the housekeeper manages the store cupboard, but I think you'll find...
I've never not run my own store cupboard in my life. Separate the cook for the store cupboard? Where's the sense in that?
How long have I been saying this, O Lord?
We're the ones who cook it. We should be the ones to order it.
Mrs Bird, I shall be very happy with your help with the garden party. I'm sure we can manage it easily between the two of us.
[Mrs Hughes is disconcerted, she fidgets and leaves. Daisy smiles in amusement.]