Crimson Peak Page #4

to fetch them.

Excellent.

Is something the matter

with you, Edith?

Something startled me,

that's all.

A shadow.

All that lives in this

house are shadows

and creaks and groans.

So, you better soothe

that boundless imagination of yours.

I just need a proper

welcome, that's all.

From now on,

I want this house

to contain nothing but friendship,

and love and warmth.

Warmth would be

an excellent start.

Thomas, your

bride is frozen.

Of course. Forgive me.

Let's go upstairs,

start a fire at once.

I'll run you

a hot bath.

The pipes will run red

at first because of the clay,

but soon the water

will clear.

Oh, Lucille.

When it's convenient

would you mind getting me

a copy of the house keys, please?

You don't need one.

I'm sorry?

There are parts of the house

that are unsafe.

It will take you a few days

to familiarize yourself.

Then, should you still

feel you need them,

I'll have copies made.

Come on,

Edith, come with me.

Let's take you upstairs.

I thought you said

the dog was dead.

I left it out there

on its own.

Thought it would

perish in the cold.

How has it survived

all this time?

On scraps,

I suppose.

As we all do.

Well, you needn't worry.

We won't have to

do that anymore.

Won't we?

Her money's not

here, is it?

Not yet.

You have to trust me.

You chose her.

Why?

All right.

Okay, ready?

Fetch!

Come on!

To my hand. Come on,

to my hand.

Come on.

Go fetch!

Hi.

Where's your ball?

Did you lose your ball?

Hi.

Where'd it go?

Hey, where's the ball?

Hi.

This will make

you feel better.

What is it?

Firethorn berries.

They're very good

for you.

You don't like it?

It's a little bitter.

I'm afraid nothing gentle

ever grows in this land.

You need a measure

of bitterness

not to be eaten.

What was that?

That's the east wind.

When it picks up,

the chimneys form a vacuum

and with the windows all

shuttered up, the house...

Well, the house breathes.

It's ghastly, I know.

Now, come here.

I'll have a bath,

I think.

And if you do happen to fall asleep,

I won't wake you.

"To the hills we

raise our eyes."

I'm sorry,

I interrupted you.

That music,

what is it?

An old lullaby I used to sing

to Thomas when we were young.

I can imagine the two of you

in here as children.

You, playing music

and Thomas coming up

with wild inventions.

We were not allowed

in here as children.

We were confined

to the nursery

in the attic.

Mother played the piano

sometimes.

We'd hear her

through the floor.

That's how we knew she

was back in the country.

Mother.

She looks quite...

Horrible?

Yes.

It's an excellent likeness.

I like to think she can

see us from up there.

I don't want her to miss

a single thing we do.

Are all of these

books yours?

Mother collected

most of these.

Have you heard of

a fore-edge illustration?

No.

There are images hidden

in the book's fore-edge.

Carefully dissimulated

until you bend the pages.

So...

Secrets everywhere.

Well, this can't

shock you,

now that Thomas

and you have...

He was very respectful

of my mourning.

Nothing happened.

We traveled in

separate cabins.

How considerate.

In time everything

will be right.

It's a pity to

liquidate all this.

So quickly,

so soon.

Too soon,

don't you think?

All a matter of

opinion, it seems.

I will need these

crates shipped.

And then to make sure we get an invoice,

you will send them to me.

"Thomas Sharpe."

Baronet.

Do you like my

workshop, Edith?

It's wonderful.

Did you make

all of these?

I used to carve

toys for Lucille.

And make little trinkets

to keep her happy.

Were you alone,

here in the attic, all the time?

Father was always

traveling.

The family fortune

didn't lose itself.

Papa really had to

put his back into it.

It's wonderful.

You're so different.

From who?

From everyone.

What is it?

I thought I heard a noise.

We were hoping

you were here.

I found him wandering

the hallway.

Made us some tea.

Oh, you're too kind.

Don't mention it.

We needed the company.

Thomas?

Uh, not for me,

thank you.

Drink your tea.

It'll warm you.

Let the wind

Blow kindly

Thomas?

In the sails

Of your dreams

And the moon

light your journey

And bring you to me

Thomas?

How did you get in there,

you silly doggie?

Wax cylinder

recordings.

No, wait!

"Enola."

Keep her steady, Finlay.

Yes, sir.

We need more coal, Finlay.

Yes.

Thomas!

Thomas.

Thomas, listen,

I need to talk to you.

Well, Edith, now's not a good time.

Lucille is inside.

No, I don't want

to talk to Lucille.

I want to talk to you.

Very well.

What is it?

Listen, has anyone

died in this house?

Edith, the house is

hundreds of years old.

I'd venture many souls

have come and gone.

But I mean specific deaths,

violent deaths.

Master Sharpe?

Edith, now is really

not a good time.

Try it again,

Finlay!

There.

It should feel

better soon.

My hands are

getting rough.

Your father

would approve.

My machine will

never work.

Never. Why do I keep

deluding myself?

Why did I

bring you here?

Who did you marry?

A failure.

Don't say that.

You're all that I have.

The men leave

at nightfall.

We'll be racing

against the snow.

Soon we won't be able

to make any progress.

That's when you'll find out

why they call this Crimson Peak.

What did you say?

Crimson Peak.

That's what they call it.

The ore and the red clay leach up

from the ground and stain the snow.

It turns

bright red, so,

"Crimson Peak."

So,

you asked to see me.

Perhaps it all ended

for the best.

Edith seems to have found happiness,

don't you agree?

I wouldn't know.

I haven't heard a word.

I have.

She has asked me to transfer

all her assets to England.

Seems to be investing

all of it in that clay machine of his,

and I have no recourse

but to obey.

There's something about all this,

Ferguson.

The manner of Cushing's death,

the impact on his head.

The last check Cushing made

was to Sir Thomas Sharpe.

If I may confide.

Before Cushing died,

he hired a New York man,

Mr. Holly.

Now, he digs up

these unsavory facts.

The fact that this Holly

got involved in all this,

just gives me pause.

Thomas?

If you're here with me,

give me a signal.

Touch my hand.

Leave now.

Thomas! Thomas!

Edith...

His blood

will be on your hands.

Edith!

Thomas!

Thomas, come quick!

A woman in the corridor, there!

Edith, what's the matter?

There was such

hatred in her eyes.

And intelligence.

She knows who I am and

she wants me to leave.

Nonsense, my dear.

You're not

going anywhere.

You had a bad dream.

You were sleepwalking.

No! I'm afraid I shall

go mad if I stay.

My darling, you're

imagining things.

Tomorrow, why

don't we go out,

to the post office.

I think some fresh air

will do you good.

No. I have to leave.

I have to get

away from here.

Edith, this is

your home now.

You have nowhere

else to go.

What is she doing?

How could she know

about Mother?

I have no idea.

I haven't told her a thing.

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