[INT. CORRIDOR - NIGHT]

　　[Thomas leads Pamuk through the house. Pamuk is wearing a dressing gown. Thomas stops at a door and nods. Pamuk nods and enters.]

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　[Mary is reading in bed when Pamuk enters. She snaps the book shut, scrambles out of bed, and pulls the comforter to cover her nightgown. She keeps her voice to a whisper.]

　　LADY MARY

　　You must be mad!

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　I am. I am in the grip of madness.

　　LADY MARY

　　Please leave at once or I'll...

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Or you'll what?

　　LADY MARY

　　I'll scream.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　No, you won't.

　　LADY MARY

　　Well, I'll ring the bell, then.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　And who's on duty now? The hall boy? Will you really let him find a man in your bedroom? What a story.

　　LADY MARY

　　Do you have any idea what you're asking? I'd be ruined if they even knew  we'd had this conversation, let alone if they--

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　What? Don't worry. You can still be a virgin for your husband.

　　LADY MARY

　　Heavens, is this a proposal?

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Oh. Alas, no. I don't think our union would please your family.

　　LADY MARY

　　I'm afraid not.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Nor mine. But...

　　[Pamuk steps close to her.]

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　...a little imagination...you wouldn't be the first.

　　LADY MARY

　　You and my parents have something in common.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Oh?

　　LADY MARY

　　You believe I'm...

　　[Pamuk begins to kiss her neck.]

　　LADY MARY

　　...much more of a rebel than I am. Now, please go.

　　[Pamuk lays her down on the bed as he kisses her.]

　　LADY MARY

　　I'm not what you think I am. If it's my mistake, if I've led you on, I'm sorry, but...I'm not.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　You are just what I think you are.

　　[Pamuk continues kissing her neck.]

　　LADY MARY

　　No. I've never done anything.

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Of course not. One look at you would tell me that.

　　[Pamuk finally kisses her on the lips.]

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Oh, my darling.

　　[Pamuk goes to kiss her again, but Mary stops him.]

　　LADY MARY

　　Won't it hurt? Is it safe?

　　KEMAL PAMUK

　　Trust me.

　　[Mary gives in and kisses him back and puts her arms around his neck.]

　　[INT. HOUSEMAIDS' BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　[Mary puts her hand over Anna's mouth as she sleeps and Anna wakes. Mary puts a finger to her lips to hush Anna and beckons Anna to follow her. Gwen doesn't wake.]

　　[They whisper in the corridor.]

　　LADY MARY

　　He's dead. I think he's dead. No, I'm sure he's dead.

　　ANNA

　　But how? Wh...

　　LADY MARY

　　We were together and...he's dead.

　　ANNA

　　In your room?

　　[Mary nods and tries to hold back her tears.]

　　ANNA

　　We've got to get him back to his own bed.

　　LADY MARY

　　But how? It's in the bachelor's corridor miles from my room.

　　ANNA

　　Well, could we manage it between us?

　　LADY MARY

　　He weighs a ton. I can hardly shift him at all. We'll need at least one other. What about Bates?

　　[Anna shakes her head.]

　　ANNA

　　He couldn't lift him. William can't keep a secret, and Thomas wouldn't try to.

　　LADY MARY

　　We've got to do something!

　　ANNA

　　Then who else has as much to lose as you if it ever gets out?

　　LADY MARY

　　Not Papa. Please don't say Papa, I couldn't bear the way he'd look at me.

　　ANNA

　　No, not His Lordship.

　　[INT. LADY MARY'S BEDROOM - NIGHT]

　　[Cora looks at the body and Mary in shock. They talk in whispers.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　What happened?

　　LADY MARY

　　I don't know. A heart attack, I suppose, or a stroke or...he was alive and suddenly he cried out and then he was dead!

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　But...why was he here at all? Did he force himself on you?

　　[Mary hesitates, then shakes her head.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　Well...

　　[Cora tries to cope with that shock.]

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　We can talk about that later. Now, we must decide what to do for the best.

　　ANNA

　　There's only one thing we can do.

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　I couldn't. It's not possible.

　　LADY MARY

　　If you don't, we will figure in a scandal of such magnitude it will never be forgotten until long after we're both dead. I'll be ruined, Mama! Ruined and notorious, a laughingstock, a social pariah. Is that what you want for your eldest daughter? Is it what you want for the family?

　　CORA, COUNTESS OF GRANTHAM

　　We must cover him up.