There's conflict on where the new war memorial should be. Mr Carson and the committee argue for a special garden for it and to use the cricket ground for it. Naturally, Robert is completely opposed to the cricket ground being used but also to having the special garden in the first place. He wants the memorial to be in the centre of the Village. Tom's supporting him because Emma may have indicated that she thinks it's a good idea with her future knowledge used as an example.

In a sudden turn of events, Jimmy is leaving Downton. Emma hadn't expected it, but something must've happened.

—

Emma comes down the stairs to the downstairs area of the house and sees Thomas standing near the bottom along with Mr Molesley.

"Miss Baxter has had troubles in the past which you tried to use against her. Until her ladyship put a stop to it. That is all I need to know." Mr Molesley is retorting.

"I knew she hadn't told you." Thomas spits.

Thankfully, Mr Molesley walks away before Thomas can poison his mind any further. Emma reaches the bottom and pointedly clears her throat causing Thomas to spin around.

"Thomas." Emma says calmly with an unimpressed look on her face.

Thomas clears his throat and shuffles uncomfortably. "Emma."

"Mrs Patmore wanted to see me. Could you let her know I'm here?"

"I'll do that." He goes to fetch Mrs Patmore while Emma waits.

Mrs Patmore comes out of the Kitchen, wiping her hands on a cloth.

"A delicious dinner, Mrs Patmore." Emma compliments the cook.

Mrs Patmore gives her a warm smile. "Thank you very much."

"Gemma said you wanted a word?"

"Only if it's convenient, Emma." Mrs Patmore says. "But," she looks over her shoulder to check that no one is listening, "you know that young woman who works at the school?"

"Miss Bunting? Mr Prior's friend?"

"Yes. I didn't like to ask him in case he found it awkward." And Emma doesn't? "But I was wondering if she might be prepared to take on some extra work?"

Emma purses her lips but nods. "I'll ask her."

—

"Liverpool? With Tony Gillingham?" Emma questions after Mary has explained to her what is actually going on with her.

Mary scoffs as she takes off her gloves and hands them to Anna, who flitters about them as they talk. "Don't tell me you of all people disapprove. I thought you were all for women having control and all that."

"I do!" Emma retorts. "I just, well, why did you pick Gillingham? I would have chosen Blake personally."

"Emma, I thought you were married!" Anna comments with a slight smile.

Emma rolls her eyes jokingly. "I'm not planning on running away from him. I just appreciate. So, I suppose this means you're not really travelling and sketching with Annabelle Portsmouth?"

"No."

"But suppose they telephone Lady Portsmouth?" Anna questions.

"She's promised she'll cover for me." Mary replies.

"I feel quite nervous. And I'm not even going." Anna says practically. "We must choose the clothes carefully so you can take them on and off without my help."

Mary shrugs, taking off her jewellery.

Emma smirks. "She'll have his help."

Anna gives her a disproving but amused glance. "Honestly, you two. You'd better hope I never write my memoirs."

"There is one thing I've got to ask you. I'm really sorry, but I must." Mary says to Anna.

"Go on." Anna prompts while Emma looks at her curiously.

"I have to be sure there aren't any... consequences."

"What sort of consequences?" Anna asks, not getting it.

Emma raises her eyebrows. "You want to make sure there's no pregnancy."

Mary nods.

Anna is shocked. "Oh, my God. Er... I mean, I beg your pardon, m'lady."

"But you see I can't just go into a shop and buy something." Mary continues. "What if I were recognised? So could Emma."

"But I wouldn't know what to buy." Anna argues.

"I've thought of that." Mary walks over to her bedside cabinet to retrieve a book. "I have a copy of Marie Stopes' book. It tells you everything."

"Well, won't he take care of it?" Anna innocently asks, not taking the book.

"I don't think one should rely on a man in that department, do you?" Mary remarks.

"Not Lord Gillingham…" Emma says.

Mary rolls her eyes and huffs. "Honestly, I don't know what you've got against him. He's perfectly nice."

"He is and that's it."

"But suppose I'm recognised?" Anna questions.

"But you won't be." Mary argues. "And even if you are, you're married. With a living husband. Why shouldn't you buy one?"

She holds the book out to Anna. Anna takes it very reluctantly.

Emma glances at it. Married Love. Huh.

—

"Miss Bunting?!" Emma calls to the woman up ahead. While she gets lifts home at the end of a shift, Emma always likes walking to the Hospital, it reminds her of the old days when she and Sybil did it together during the war.

The woman turns and smiles politely as Emma hurries over. "Emma Branson. I'm surprised to see you and I thought I told you to call me Sarah."

Emma shrugs sheepishly. "Well, I wasn't sure, you see, after that dinner. I'm sorry for snapping at you."

"No, it's fine." Sarah reassures her. "I came on strong myself and I'd hate to alienate you. I just hope they haven't completely converted you. I hate to think of you as one of them."

Her tone and her complete write-off of the family bothers Emma but she doesn't say anything and changes the topic. "Anyway, the reason I stopped you is that I wanted to ask you something."

"What's that?"

"You know Daisy? She works in the Kitchen."

"I know her." Sarah says.

"Well, Daisy is wanting to improve her knowledge, her education but is struggling and Mrs Patmore was hoping you might be willing to help tutor Daisy?" Emma asks. Despite the awkwardness she might've, and has faced, talking to Sarah Bunting, Emma had wanted to do this for Daisy.

"It can't now, need to get to the school but I'll come later today." Sarah promises.

"And I need to get to the Hospital."

The two women share smiles before going their separate ways. Emma sighs in relief.

—

Edith has taken an interest in an orphan child the Drewes have taken in, wanting to be a part of her future and provide financial support. Emma finds it all a bit odd and maybe suspicious but doesn't want to intrude on Edith's secrets and decides to leave it be for now though hopes Edith realises she can come to her when she can.

Isobel and Violet have been invited to lunch at Lord Merton's home. Seems he's still pushing to spend time with Isobel though Violet still doesn't seem thrilled.

Charles Blake is coming to visit for this evening's dinner along with a friend of his, Simon Bricker, who seems interested in a Della Francesca painting that Downton apparently has. Considering how Mary has seemingly chosen Gillingham, Emma hates to think of the awkwardness that may arise from Blake's visit.

—

Mary is dressing for dinner with Anna's help and Emma joins them, already dressed.

"Was it ghastly?" Mary asks, almost hesitantly.

"I didn't know where to look. But when I thought about it afterwards, it seemed unfair to punish me like that." Anna reprimands. "Suppose I was a working woman with eight children, and I didn't want any more? Wouldn't I have the right?"

"I agree completely." Mary reassures her.

"I feel like going back and ordering a baker's dozen."

Emma frowns, looking at the packaging Mary holds. "Why'd you only get one?"

"One's enough for now." Mary replies. She smiles but Anna doesn't quite.

Emma wrinkles her nose. "Is it? I'd thought seven at the minimum."

"Why?" Anna asks.

"She's says they're spending the nights together, so shouldn't she have one for every night?"

"We're not having sex every night." Mary corrects her.

Emma looks at her doubtfully. "You're not?"

—

They assemble ahead of dinner in the Drawing room without Mr Bricker, Cora and Robert. Emma stands with Rose and Billy as they talk to Thomas.

"She's in the Kitchen?" Rose asks.

"I can't swear to what room she's in." Thomas replies, walking off.

"Mrs Patmore had asked me to ask Miss Bunting if she was available to give some lessons to Daisy, it seems she's decided to." Emma explains as Cora, Robert and Mr Bricker enter the room.

Rose turns to Billy. "Shouldn't we invite her to dinner? If she's your friend?"

"I don't think Lord Grantham would like it. Not after last time." Billy argues.

Emma somewhat agrees it she can't let Billy not do what he wants. "You shouldn't feel that you can't invite people, Billy."

"And it seems terribly grand and unfriendly not to. I'll ask Cora." Rose adds. She walks off. Billy looks worried.

Emma: do you want me to stop her? I wouldn't want you to feel pressured.

"No, it's fine, I like her but…" Billy tries to say but he trails off.

"What?"

"I just feel like the two parts of my lives are clashing." Billy admits. Emma rubs his arm sympathetically.

Emma sees Rose pull Cora away from the group and quickly pulls Billy over to them, glancing at Mary, who talks to Charles Blake, as she does so. The poor man is looking mildly upset and Mary is looking apologetic.

"What do you think?" Rose asks as Emma and Billy approach.

"We should give her the option." Cora replies.

"If you're certain. I don't want to feel I'm imposing." Billy says.

"Don't be silly. This is your home." Cora argues. Billy nods his assent and walks out of the room.

"Where's Billy going?" Robert questions as he comes over to them.

"Miss Bunting is downstairs." Cora tells him in an undertone.

"What?" In any other situation, Emma would've laughed at Robert's tone and facial expression.

"She's been teaching one of the maids in the Kitchen." Rose explains.

"It's Daisy she's teaching. Billy's gone to ask if she'd like some dinner." Emma adds.

"God in heaven, you're not serious." Robert grumbles.

"She's the first friend Billy's made that has nothing to do with us, and we must respect that." Cora argues.

"So, every time we entertain, we must invite this tinpot Rosa Luxemburg." Her husband retorts.

"Who's she?" Rose asks.

Emma rolls her eyes. "A German communist who was shot and thrown in a canal."

"We wouldn't wish that on Miss Bunting." Cora says pointedly.

"Hmm." He might.

—

Sarah Bunting declined the invitation, which is probably for the best considering Robert's hatred of her. But that doesn't stop the tension when the discussion of Russian refugees comes up.

"So, you're collecting clothes for the Russian refugees." Charles questions Rose. Emma sits on his other side, listening.

"I said no at first because, well, it didn't feel terribly me. But then I thought about them leading their lives before the fall." Rose replies.

"Doing everything you would do." Charles remarks.

"Exactly. Dancing and shopping and seeing their friends, and then suddenly being thrown out to fend for themselves in the jungle." Rose says earnestly.

Emma and Charles share an amused look at that.

Emma raises an eyebrow. "And that's the definition of ordinary life?"

Rose shrugs, not detecting the sarcasm. "Well, I thought I had to help if I could."

"It's lucky Miss Bunting refused our invitation, or she'd have given us a lecture on how they're aristocrats and so they deserve it." Robert interrupts. Everyone else at the table falls silent and listens, concerned. Emma rolls her eyes at the man, sighing exasperatedly.

Billy surprisingly fights back. "She believes the old regime in Russia was an unjust one. She hopes the new system will be an improvement."

"I agree with him. How can that make her a firebrand?" Tom adds.

Emma is proud of the two of them but glances at Robert, concerned.

"And you don't think certain acts of savagery forfeit any sympathy for the perpetrators?" Robert retorts.

"It was terrible, of course. But the English killed King Charles I to create a balance between the throne and parliament." Mr Carson looks absolutely scandalised at Tom's comment.

"I didn't kill him personally!" Robert fires back.

"And they didn't shoot the Imperial Family." Emma counters, shooting daggers at Robert.

Mr Bricker chuckles awkwardly from his seat next to Cora. "Goodness. Is this what they call a lively exchange of views?"

"It's about now that Papa usually fetches his gun." Mary remarks across from him. Emma rolls her eyes and nudges Mary, who shrugs.

"Mary, don't tease Mr Bricker." Cora admonishes. "He's come north to see a painting and finds himself in the middle of a civil war. I don't think we'll split tonight."

"They'll only fight if we do." Edith agrees.

"Mr Bricker wants to see the picture and I'm sure any delay is torment."

"You read my mind." Mr Bricker says with a smile. The way he says it causes Emma to frown slightly.

—

Rose had confessed to Emma about her struggles to get Robert onside for the wireless and has recruited her, but after tonight, Emma doesn't feel sure about being part of the plan.

Despite this, Emma joins Rose as they approach Robert and Mr Carson in the Hall. The others had gone ahead into the Drawing room.

"Robert, did you see that the King is going to speak on the wireless? It was in the paper today." Emma says pleasantly.

"Don't be silly." Robert scoffs.

"No, it's true. For the opening of the British Empire Exhibition. It's being broadcast on the 23rd. We," she shares a look with Rose, "just thought you'd like to know."

They share a smile as they turn and walk into the Drawing room, letting the words hang in the air.

—

Emma and Rose grin excitedly at one another as they watch two technicians set up the rented wireless that stands on a table in the Hall. It's a huge old-fashioned contraption, with a separate loudspeaker and aerial but Emma doesn't care, excited to see some sort of element of her future. Her shift at the Hospital doesn't start till the evening so she gets to be here for the historic speech.

She fondly recalls the day that Downton had its first telephone set up as it was also the day she and Sybil helped Gwen get an interview with the telephone man and get a job. Emma fondly remembers her friend. They still send the odd card to each other on each other's birthdays and at Christmas.

Mrs Patmore, Daisy, Gemma and Madge watch on as the workers go about their business. In the background, chairs are being set up for the great moment by the hall boys under the direction of Mrs Hughes. Rose is practically buzzing next to Emma as she looks at the apparatus with great interest, manual in hand.

"Why is it called a wireless when there's so many wires?" Daisy questions.

"I don't know." Mrs Patmore replies. Emma presses her lips together, so she doesn't laugh at the comments.

One of the technicians turns a switch.

"Nothing's happening." Rose says concerned.

"Probably needs a moment." Emma reassures her.

"She's right, m'lady." The technician agrees. "Just needs to warm up."

With a humming and crackling noise, the radio comes to life. The technician tunes it to some dance music.

This causes everyone to pause as they listen in amazement. Emma grins at all their faces, happy to see their excitement and wonder. Even Mrs Patmore likes what she hears.

"Is that Jack Hylton? Oh, golly, isn't this thrilling?!" Rose exclaims in excitement.

Emma grins. "Yes, it is exciting."

Mr Carson comes in. "What's this I see? Servants loitering in the hall with Her Ladyship due at any moment?" The younger servants scurry away.

Mrs Patmore points at the aerial. "Look at that. If I touch it, will I get a shock?"

"You'll only get a shock if you listen to it." Mr Carson remarks scathingly.

Emma is pulled away from the conversation when Rose grabs her arm and pulls her into a little dance. Emma laughs along with her. If she and Tom really go to America, she's going to miss the light and excitement that is Rose MacClare.

—

The entire Downton household is assembled to listen to King George V on the wireless. Emma, Edith, Cora, Robert, Violet, Isobel and Rose, with Ivy, Sybbie, George, Michael and the nannies behind them, sit in a wide semi-circle in front of the machine. Billy and Tom are both at work while Mary is off on her 'sketching' trip.

Behind is a long row of servants – two hall boys, Mr Molesley, Miss Baxter, Mr Bates, Mrs Hughes, Mr Carson, Thomas, Anna, Gemma, Mrs Patmore, Daisy, Anne and the kitchen maids. They all stand at attention as if for a state visit.

"It gives me the greatest pleasure and satisfaction to come here today with the Queen for the purpose of opening the British Empire Exhibition."

Prompted by Violet, who has risen to her feet at the first words, everyone stands respectfully.

Soon the King's speech is over, and the wireless plays "God Save the King". Robert has tears of patriotic elation in his eyes. When the anthem ends, he switches the wireless off and addresses the others.

"Well, you have heard the voice of His Majesty King George V." Robert declares. "What do you think, Carson? Mrs Hughes? The King on the wireless!"

"I prefer to think of him on his throne, m'lord." Mr Carson replies.

Mrs Hughes disagrees. "To me it's a good thing to make him less of a myth, more of a man." Mr Carson frowns at Mrs Hughes.

"Well, I hope you've all taken something of value from it."

The servants move away. The technician steps forward to take charge again. Robert stays to talk to him and have things explained.

Honestly, Emma didn't care that the King had spoken on the wireless. Though it is exciting to hear a historical figure speak in real time, she's more expected to see the wireless being used. It amuses her to see how amazed everyone is when thinking of the technology in her day.

The family finally tear themselves away from the fascinating apparatus and are about to disperse when Mr Carson addresses Robert.

"Shall I have it collected in the morning, m'lord?"

"Must he?" Emma asks, turning to Robert and giving him a pleading look. She can see Rose doing the same.

"Do we need to get rid of it in quite such a hurry, now it's here?" Cora joins in.

Robert turns to Mr Carson and the technician. "Put it in the Small Library."

Rose and Emma grin at each other. "Thank you for changing your mind." The former says to Robert.

"I wasn't aware I'd decided against it." Robert says casually causing Emma to roll her eyes with a slight smile. Sure…

"It's such a pity Mary had to miss it for a boring sketching trip." Rose remarks as she, Emma and Cora follow Robert into the Library.

"Somehow, I think she'd disagree." Emma comments.