are starting to walk past them, nodding and smiling sadly, and enter the dining room.
CORA: Lord Grantham says youâre not staying, after all?
MURRAY: Youâre very kind, Lady Grantham, but I must get back to London.
CORA: But youâll stay for luncheon?
MURRAY: Thank you, but no. Iâll eat on the train. In fact, if youâd be so good as to ask for the motor to be brought round.
CORA: I thought you wanted the afternoon to talk things through?
MURRAY: I think weâve said everything we have to say. Havenât we, my lord?
He looks over for confirmation.
ROBERT: For the time being, yes. Thank you, Murray. Youâve given me a good deal to think about.
Is this hopeful? The girls are loitering to one side.
CORA: Mary, try to get everyone into the dining room. And Edith, make sure old Lord Minterne sits down.
44 INT. CARSONâS PANTRY. DAY.
Carson is decanting port. He has stretched gauze across a silver funnel and now he lights a candle to place behind the flow of wine as he pours. Mrs Hughes is watching him.
MRS HUGHES: Theyâve all gone then?
CARSON: They have, thank the Lord.
MRS HUGHES: What about the lawyer?
CARSON: He was the first away. Didnât even stay for the luncheon.
MRS HUGHES: I wish theyâd make their minds up. Gwenâs put clean sheets on the Blue Room bed. Now sheâll just have to strip it again.
CARSON: Canât you leave it for the next guest?
MRS HUGHES: Only if you donât tell.
Which makes them both laugh.
MRS HUGHES (CONTâD): So, has it all been settled?
CARSON: No, I donât know that anythingâs been settled . Thereâs a fellow in Manchester with claims to the title, I gather. But itâs all a long way from settled.
MRS HUGHES: You mustnât take it personally.
CARSON: I do take it personally, Mrs Hughes. I canât stand by and watch our family threatened with the loss of all they hold dear.
MRS HUGHES: Theyâre not âourâ family.
CARSON: Theyâre all the family Iâve got!
To our surprise, and hers, heâs almost shouting.
CARSON (CONTâD): I beg your pardon.
MRS HUGHES: Do you ever wish youâd gone another way?
He looks at her. What does she mean? She shrugs.
MRS HUGHES (CONTâD): Worked in a shop? Or a factory? Had a wife and children?
CARSON: Do you?
MRS HUGHES: I donât know. Maybe. Sometimes. *
There is a knock at the door and Gwen appears.
GWEN: Williamâs laid tea in the library but her ladyship hasnât come down.
MRS HUGHES: Oh, sheâll be tired. Take a tray up to her bedroom.
CARSON: Is Thomas back?
GWEN: Not yet, Mr Carson.
She goes. Carson looks at Mrs Hughes.
CARSON: He asked to run down to the village. I didnât see why not.
MRS HUGHES: I suppose they do realise this is a job and not just the chance to put their feet up?
She sighs. And so does he.
SCENEâNO DIALOGUE OF THOMAS WALKING THROUGH THE VILLAGE
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45 INT. LIBRARY. DAY.
Robert is alone by the fire staring into the flames, when Edith comes in, closing the door behind her.
EDITH: Are you all right, Papa?
ROBERT: I suppose so. If being all right is compatible with feeling terribly, terribly sad.
EDITH: Me too.
He opens his arms and hugs her.
ROBERT: We loved Patrick, didnât we?
EDITH: Oh, Papa.
She is crying again, quite genuinely. He pats her back.
ROBERT: Well, well. Life goes on.
She pulls herself together, wiping away her tears.
EDITH: What did Mr Murray have to say?
ROBERT: Only that I have some very difficult decisions ahead.
EDITH: You must do what you think right.
ROBERT: I may not have an option.
EDITH: No, I only mean ⦠you should do what you feel is your duty. Not just whatâs best for Mary.
He looks at her. She realises how bald her statement was.
EDITH (CONTâD): Or Sybil. Or me. Weâll manage.
ROBERT: Of course you will.
But she has given herself away a little, all the same.
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46 INT. CORAâS BEDROOM.