"Oh God, help me!" screamed the young woman who reeked of fresh, unconcealed fear. Her hands gripped the edges of her blanket, and her feet were frozen in the rough carpet that sank an inch a minute. Her unwelcome guest stared at her, alarmed as ever.

"What are you doing?" shouted Kemal Pamuk, though his voice could hardly surpass a whisper. So suddenly had the night taken a turn for the worse: the man had been entranced at a beautiful woman who had veiled herself so weakly from him. She had been so close to conditional capitulation - something Kemal would have found rewarding - but the opposite had just occurred. Lady Mary Crawley had screamed.

"I cannot risk my future in such an unruly manner, Kemal!" argued Mary, finding the courage to defend herself from this dangerously persuasive - dangerously unmarried - man.

Kemal remained a statue in the dim bedroom. Such was not helping his situation; for, as yet another moment transpired, the Earl of Grantham's panicked hands shoved the slightly ajar door open. "What the hell -?" His face turned a violent shade of scarlet when his eyes met the flesh that accompanied his eldest daughter. "How dare you, man! I shall see to it that you are sentenced -"

"Milord, please hear what I have to say," pleaded a desperate Kemal, not the least bit certain as to what he wished so ardently to admit to Robert. "I pose no harm to her ladyship -"

"Perhaps not in your book, Mr. Pamuk, but definitely in mine!" bellowed the outraged father. He was, indeed, assuming the sole position as paternal figure to his poor daughter, who trembled on the sidelines. "I order you to remain here, while I ring for Carson to take Lady Mary away!"

"Papa, please," began Mary, compiling all of her thoughts into those two words. She humbly confessed unto the two men before her, "I led Mr. Pamuk to think that I -"

Robert had no patience at this point. "Mary, you are not helping," assured he. "Get yourself away from him! I'll ring for Carson. The police is next, young man," he proclaimed, shooting a furious gaze at the stranger.

Mary refused to withdraw herself from her present position. "I cannot allow you to hurt Kemal, not when it was I who put him at your disposal!" She covered her sweat-drenched face in her hands, unable to look at the man who had so adeptly softened her that day. The afternoon hunt, the evening kiss, the nighttime surprise: it had all led her on, and for everything to slip from her fingers now - for everything to become Kemal's fault - was unbearable.

Of course, Mary could not begin to wonder how an alternative night would have happened; the intimacy between her and Mr. Pamuk would have awakened no one, she presumed, and all would have ended seamlessly. Though that would overlook the matter of the woman falling impure to the Turkish gentleman. God knew whether Mary would have been free from the entire ordeal; a single trip to the doctor could have put her present life to an end.

It was not long before Cora entered through the door. "What on earth is going on? Robert?" Cora blurted this before her husband could respond bluntly. She shortly noticed their guest within a dreadfully close proximity to Mary. "Tell me exactly what this is about," she demanded Robert. "Tell me why I heard my daughter scream as if death were near."

It cost Robert a moment to compile all that he needed to relay to his wife. "This man...Mr. Pamuk… He was about to have his way with Mary. Nothing has happened by the look of things."

Had it not been for the present circumstances, Mary could have laughed at her father's assertion of the obvious. Kemal spoke up after Cora spent seconds on end - wide-eyed and breathless - to digest the situation. Beseeched Kemal: "I beg of you, do not overthink my motives. I will admit that I have unsafely made a move tonight -"

"I'll say!" blurted Cora.

"-but there is a way by which all of us can escape this."

"Man, if you think that I will merely let you go, after you forcibly trap my daughter in an impossible situation…" Robert could not continue. It was too much for the middle-aged man to process everything that could have occurred had Mary not screamed. Still I am at risk, he reminded himself.

Kemal sensed weakness in the Earl. "If we let this go, milord, Downton has a future."

"I greatly disagree!"

"But if you tell about my misbehaviour, I will see to it that Downton does not have a future. I will fabricate a scandal that never happened, and everyone will trust me because I have -"

"Enough!" interrupted Cora, holding her hand out firmly to stop Kemal. "My daughter will not - under any circumstances - be compelled to face humiliation for such a dishonourable act as your own!" She circled a reasonable distance around the stranger and met her daughter, putting both hands on Mary's shoulders. Averting her vigilant gaze from Pamuk to Robert, Cora pressed: "Ring for Carson. Tell him that we must contact the police immediately."

It was this statement that brought Kemal to the realisation that he was clothed only by a dark-coloured robe, in the presence of the Earl and Countess of Grantham. He was caught. "You will hear about this from the Turkish Embassy," threatened he. But Lord and Lady Grantham did not appear appalled by this threat; they could only focus on the fact that Mary had been on the verge of facing a racy scandal that, in the future, could have become a detrimental weight on her shoulders.