Lunch. The family sit around the table in silence. Elspeth
and Sir James eat. Lips stiffened. Shocked into total denial.
Farleigh stares disbelievingly at his untouched shepherd's
pie. Venetia, self-medicated into oblivion, stares at the
wall. Oliver takes a sip of wine with a shaking hand.
Duncan enters. Hovers awkwardly.
ELSPETH
W hat is it, Duncan?
DUNCAN
It's the police, Your Ladyship. They are...er...having trouble.
ELSPETH
What kind of trouble?
Beat.
DUNCAN
They keep getting lost in the maze.
A silence. Farleigh can't help but laugh at the absurdness.
He's silenced by a look from Sir James.
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SIR JAMES
(to Duncan)
And?
DUNCAN
May I send one of the gardeners to assist them?
SIR JAMES
Fine.
Duncan leaves. Elspeth starts to chatter. Hyper normal.
Hysterically normal. Anything to keep the horror at bay.
ELSPETH
Oliver, darling. Why don't you tell us about last night?
OLIVER
Last night?
ELSPETH
Mmmm. Did you have a lovely time?
Oliver rises to the occasion: what else is there to do?
OLIVER
Yeah. It was won derful. Thank you.
Farleigh watches, amazed and horrified.
ELSPETH
Oh good!
(to Sir James)
I think it was a hit, don't you darling?
SIR JAMES
Oh yes. A triumph.
ELSPETH
Yes the house looked good.
SIR JAMES
Beautiful.
OLIVER
And that cake was -
ELSPETH
Oh did you like it? I never had any in the end. That’s always the way, isn’t it? You end up running around so much you miss the actual party.
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Duncan enters again.
SIR JAMES
(tight)
What now?
Duncan walks over and leans into Sir James' ear.
DUNCAN
(low)
May I be permitted to close the curtains, sir? The coroner is outside and may need to pass the window-
Sir James interrupts.
SIR JAMES
Yes. Thank you. Close them.
Farleigh looks as though he might throw up. Oliver tries to
keep things going. His voice manic.
OLIVER
I don't normally like chocolate cake .
Duncan goes about shutting the curtains. The room gets darker
with each curtain pulled.
ELSPETH
Yes it can be cloying, can't it?
OLIVER
But last night it was so light!
ELSPETH
Yes Lynn has always been an expert with cakes. Yes, cold hands apparently. You have to have cold hands.
OLIVER
I’ve heard that. So the butter doesn't melt.
Duncan is having trouble with the last curtain- it's quite a
complicated pro cedure.
ELSPETH
Although I would think that applies more to pastry than it does to cake-
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SIR JAMES
(exasperated)
Duncan, just get them closed, for Christ's sake!
DUNCAN
Yes, I am trying, sir. I can’t -
Duncan gives the curtain a yank and the room is plunged into
darkness. Then, the sound of a squeaking gurney on the
gravel. An unbearable silence. Finally the sound of ambulance
doors closing shut.
A FOOTMAN, on the brink of tears, rushes away. They all
ignore him. Sir James tuts disapproving ly as he goes.
Farleigh is trying to keep it together. Trying not to cry.
Sir James picks up his fork and stabs at his pie.
FARLEIGH
Oh my God... May I be excused, please?
SIR JAMES
No. We haven't finished lunch.
FARLEIGH
Lunch is cold. You want me just eat it like nothing is happening?
Elspeth looks at him. The first glimmer of sadness.
ELSPETH
What else is there to do, darling?
FARLEIGH
Anything! Anything-
Si r James slams his fist onto the table, sending the glasses
and plates clattering.
SIR JAMES
(a terrible roar)
FARLEIGH WILL YOU BE QUIET? SIT DOWN AND EAT THE BLOODY PIE. JUST EAT IT. EAT IT AND SHUT UP. EAT THE BLOODY PIE.
A shocked silence. Farleigh sits. Picks up his fork, crying.
Sir James takes a deep breath. Calms himself.
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SIR JAMES (CONT’D)
You're not the only person here with feelings. None of us wants your bloody American feelings!
A long silence. Then-
OLIVER
(quiet)
I think it’s delicious.
FARLEIGH
(exploding)
What the fuck are you still doing here?
An icy silence.
FARLEIGH (CONT’D)
Wait, does no one else find it weird?.. No one else finds that weird?
OLIVER
I wouldn’t throw stones if I was you, Farleigh.
FARLEIGH
Excuse me?
VENETIA
Please sto p.
SIR JAMES
What is he saying?
FARLEIGH
I..I've no idea.
OLIVER
What I'm saying is that I'd feel guilty too...
FARLEIGH
Guilty?
OLIVER
If I was the one racking up lines the night someone died.
Farleigh stares back at him.
FARLEIGH
Fuck you.
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But Farleigh falters.
OLIVER
That's not a denial.
SIR JAMES
Is that true?
Sir James, pale with fury, nods over at DUNCAN.
SIR JAMES (CONT’D)
Search Farleigh's room.
FARLEIGH
(crying)
...No...
Farleigh crumples into his chair.
SIR JAMES
Get out.
FARLEIGH
...No, wait -
ELSPETH
What's happening?
FARLEIGH
Aunt Elspeth... Elspeth...
SIR JAMES
Don’t you dare look at her!..
She doesn't look at him. She'll never look at him again.
S IR JAMES(CONT’D)
Get out.
Farleigh looks searchingly at the faces around the table. No
one will catch his eye. Not even Oliver.
SIR JAMES (CONT’D)
I won't mention this to the police. That's all you get. Nothing more. Ever again.
One final moment, and he leaves.
Sir James picks up his knife and fork, and resumes eating.
*MONTAGE*
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