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of social frivolity.
You lads enjoy
the party.
Don't let him
drink too much.
Hey.
So, she's not coming?
Stubborn to the bone.
Where does she
get that from?
I'm not complaining.
I like it.
"Allerdale Hall."
Father, did you
forget something?
What is it?
What do you want?
Beware of Crimson Peak.
Excuse me, miss.
Are you all right, miss?
Whatever is it?
Please, help me up.
There's a Sir Thomas
Sharpe at the door.
Thomas Sharpe?
He's dripping wet,
and most insistent on coming in.
Well, that's absolutely
out of the question, Annie.
Please just tell
him to go away.
I tried.
And?
He wants to
talk to you.
Miss Cushing.
Are you all right?
You seem a little pale.
I'm not all too well,
Sir Thomas, I'm afraid.
Father isn't home.
Oh, I know.
I waited in the rain
for him to leave.
Oh.
I know he's going to the reception at
the McMichael house,
which is my
destination, too.
But that's in
Bidwell Parkway, sir.
This is Masten Park.
You're very, very lost.
That I am.
And I desperately
need your help.
My help with what?
Miss Cushing, the language,
for one thing.
As you can plainly see,
I do not speak a word of American.
Tell me, why would you
want to stay here?
All alone.
Alan, this is
Sir Thomas Sharpe.
Sir Thomas,
Dr. Alan McMichael.
Best man in town if
you're feeling poorly.
from Mother and my sister.
Although, I must confess,
I had a little trouble understanding your title.
"Baronet."
Edith kindly
explained it to me.
Edith,
this is Lady Lucille Sharpe.
My sister.
I'm delighted to
meet you, Miss Cushing.
You've managed to delay
Now's the time.
Poor Eunice was
growing desperate.
She claims no gentleman in America knows
Come with me.
Interesting development,
don't you think?
Indeed.
Ladies and gentlemen,
please make some space.
The baronet would like to
demonstrate for us the waltz.
European style.
Mrs. McMichael,
I wanted to apologize.
Edith, we weren't
expecting you.
I know. And I'm sure
there's no place for me...
Don't worry,
my child.
Everybody has their place.
I'll make sure
you find yours.
The waltz.
Not a complicated
dance, really.
The lady takes her place slightly to
the left of the leading gentleman.
Six basic steps,
and that's all.
However, it is said that
the true test of the perfect waltz
is for it to
be so swift,
so delicate
and so smooth
that a candle flame will not be extinguished
in the hand of the lead dancer.
Now, that requires
the perfect partner.
Would you be mine?
I don't think so.
Thank you.
But I'm sure Eunice
would be delighted.
I dare say.
But I have asked you.
Why are
we doing this?
I've always closed my eyes to things
that made me uncomfortable.
It makes
everything easier.
I don't want to
close my eyes.
I want to keep
them open.
Mr. Holly!
Mr. Cushing.
I like the club the first
thing in the morning.
I have it all
to myself.
A great way to
start the day, sir.
There's a young gentleman
and his sister.
I want you to
investigate for me.
There's something not
I want results.
As soon as possible.
You have not been using
the drops regularly...
Edith, come in.
...and I must insist
you do so.
Take this to the druggist
and ask him to prepare it exactly.
And resume the dose.
"Toxicology of the Eye."
"Morphology of the Optic Nerve."
"Principles of Optical
Refraction."
And "Arthur Conan Doyle."
Fancy yourself
a detective?
Well, not really,
but he is an ophthalmologist
just like me.
Come.
what I have to show you.
Ghost photography
is easy to fake.
However, with
glass plates
it is, by definition,
impossible.
I got these in London.
They're genuine.
invisible to the naked eye.
It's called
a latent image.
Now, it's my belief
that houses,
places, be it by chemical
compounds in the earth
or the minerals in the stone
can retain impressions
or a person that is
no longer living.
But not everyone
can see them.
The man that just left,
amongst other ailments,
is color blind.
Now, that man will never
perceive the colors red or green.
He only accepts their existence because
the majority around him does.
Perhaps we only
notice things
when the time comes
for us to see them.
You've never spoken to me
about these interests of yours, Alan.
You've never given
me the chance.
Edith, I understand your
fascination with the Sharpes,
but in your own
best interest,
proceed with caution
is all I ask.
You've been gone
a long time and, well,
I've managed somewhat.
No, Edith.
it gets better and better.
And I don't mind
the love story at all.
Just a chapter or two.
Well, I like it.
Let me know
what you think.
I'll finish it now.
Is it a butterfly?
No.
But it will be soon.
Oh, I hadn't
seen them.
They're dying.
They take their heat
from the sun
and when it deserts them,
they die.
That's sad.
No, it's not sad,
Edith. It's nature.
It's a savage world
of things dying
or eating each other,
right beneath our feet.
Surely there's
more to it than that.
Beautiful things
are fragile.
At home, we have
only black moths.
Formidable creatures,
to be sure,
but they lack beauty.
They thrive on the
dark and the cold.
What do they
feed on?
Butterflies,
I'm afraid.
Are you sure
about this?
I don't think she's the right choice.
She's too young.
She's just
a child, Thomas.
Lucille, I've
explained all this.
I will need the ring.
The ring's mine.
I earned it.
I will want it back.
Then you'd better
hope I'm successful.
This is the last thing
we have to sell.
You're not selling it.
We are buying
something with it.
Mr. Holly.
Is something the matter?
Mr. Cushing.
It is not often that I am
the bearer of bad news,
but when I am,
I insist upon delivering it myself.
Don't open it here.
Now is the time.
Edith, may I
have a word?
Just one moment.
Let me get my father.
Father.
Everybody's waiting.
I'll be there shortly.
Miss Cushing.
Edith. I really have no
right to ask this, but...
Sir Thomas.
May I speak with you
in my study, please?
You and your sister,
if you would be so kind as to fetch her.
Child, please tell our guests that
we will join them presently.
Now, Lady Lucille.
Sir Thomas,
the first time we met
I imagine it was hard for
you to realize that I didn't like you.
You made that
clear enough, sir.
But I had hoped that
now, with time...
Your time, Sir Thomas,
is up.
Could you speak
plainly, Mr. Cushing?
Plain I will be, missy.
Plainer than you
might like to hear.
In the past few days
your brother has
deemed it fine enough
to mix business with pleasure
by repeatedly engaging
socially with my daughter.
My only daughter.
Sir, I'm aware that I have
no position to offer,
but the fact is...
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