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What's she

trying to do?

I don't know.

She's in quite a state.

Tomorrow

I'll go to the depot, pick up the

machine parts and take her with me.

Let her get

some fresh air.

Yes. Get her

out of here.

Once she signs

the final papers,

I want this over with.

This is a valve controller

I had fabricated in Glasgow.

This could make

all the difference.

Think lucky

thoughts, Edith.

The Sharpe mines might reopen

if this thing cooperates.

Mr. Sharpe?

Ah, excellent.

Thank you.

You're Lady Sharpe,

then?

Forgive me, mum,

but there's a few letters for you.

Two of them are certified

letters from your solicitor.

And another one comes all

the way from Milan, Italy.

I don't know

anyone in Italy.

Respectfully, your Ladyship,

it's apparent that you do.

Edith.

The storm's picking up.

We ought to leave soon.

Otherwise we won't make

it back to the house.

If you need to stay

the night, Sir Thomas,

we've a small

room downstairs.

Why not?

And you're sure this is

their forwarding address?

Thomas and Lucille Sharpe,

yes, in Cumberland, England, sir.

Thank you.

Dr. McMichael.

Mr. Holly.

At your service, sir.

Did you bring the copy

of the information?

It took some time to obtain

that newspaper clipping.

It's damn gruesome,

if you ask me.

It's a shame.

The only relevant information I could pass

to Mr. Cushing were the civil documents.

But it was enough to impede

any further relationship

between Sir Thomas

and Miss Cushing.

Prevent them

from marrying.

Why was that?

Because, you see,

Sir Thomas is

already married.

This fellow, Cavendish,

your hero.

There's a darkness

to him. I like him.

Does he make it

all the way through?

It's entirely

up to him.

What do you mean?

Characters talk to you.

They transform.

They make choices.

Choices.

As to who

they become.

Well, this is rather dismal,

I'm sorry to say.

But at least it's warm.

Oh, I like it

much better.

Better than what?

Better than the house.

Why don't we leave?

The house is

all we have.

I left everything

I was behind.

Everything I had.

We could live anywhere you want.

Anywhere?

London.

London?

Paris.

Paris is beautiful.

Milan.

Have you ever

been to Italy?

Yes, I have once.

The past, Thomas.

You're always looking

to the past.

You won't find me there.

I'm here.

I'm here, too.

Finlay, help me carry

this valve controller.

Lucille?

Lucille,

we're back.

I was making breakfast.

It was burning.

I moved it.

Where were you?

We, uh...

We got snowed in.

You didn't come

home last night.

We spent the night

at the depot.

You slept there?

What's wrong with that, Lucille?

He's my husband.

This is all

a game to you?

I was frantic!

What are you

talking about?

You two

alone

in the storm.

I didn't know if you

had an accident.

I was all alone.

I can't be alone.

Are these from America?

I don't feel well.

I'll make you tea.

That dreadful noise.

The more the house sinks,

the worse it gets.

We must do

something about it.

My dear Edith.

Please be advised that

the first transfer of your father's estate

has been completed.

Now, the final transaction

for the remaining sum

will require your signature

on the document enclosed.

Yours very truly,

William Ferguson.

"Enola."

It's working, Finlay!

Right, Master.

A gramophone player.

"Milan."

"Edinburgh."

You've already tried,

and failed, to raise capital

in London,

Edinburgh, Milan.

And now you're here.

Isn't it beautiful?

It's been working

perfectly for an hour.

We've done it.

We've done it, Lucille.

I can't wait for

Edith to see it.

Edith?

I did this with you.

Of course you did.

We did this together.

Lady Sharpe!

No one else.

We'll need more coal

to test the steamer.

Would you mind, Lucille,

sparing a bit more coal?

You just need to give him the key.

He'll fetch it.

Lucille?

Edith?

Edith?

Edith?

I want to apologize for my

behavior this morning.

I was concerned that...

You didn't

drink your tea.

Oh, I don't

feel so well.

Would you mind bringing me

some cold water?

Of course.

Have you had a chance

to read your letters?

Yes. Just some

papers for me to sign.

From my lawyers,

to finish the transfer of funds.

I should let you rest.

You'll feel better soon.

Let's see what

we have here.

This is

Pamela Upton,

testing the wax

cylinder recording,

bought in this most

jubilant year, 1887,

for my beloved

Thomas Sharpe.

Thomas, speak

into the horn.

Say something.

It's a beautiful

machine, Pamela.

But, no, thank you,

I'd rather not.

Just for me, Thomas.

Well, what do you

want me to say, exactly?

Say that

you love me.

"Margaret McDermott."

Ding, dong, bell

Kitty's in the well

Who put her in?

Little Johnny Thin

Who pulled her out?

Little Johnny Stout

Oh, what a naughty

boy was that

To try to drown

poor pussycat

"Enola Sciotti." E.S.

I wish I had

the strength to leave, but I can't.

All they want

is my money

to work on that infernal

machine of his.

That's all

they care about.

I will hide these cylinders

away in the linen closet.

Should anyone

find them,

let it be known

that they did this.

I must stop recording now.

I can hear them coming.

A baby.

To whoever finds this,

know that they are killing me.

I'm dying.

The poison is

in the tea.

Find my body,

take it home.

I don't want to die

this far from home.

I have to get

out of here.

You're awake.

We found you at the

bottom of the stairs.

Do you feel better?

I need to go to town.

See a doctor.

Yes, of course.

But I'm afraid

we're snowed in.

No.

Then you must eat.

You must get stronger.

I tended Mother

in this bed.

Father was a brute.

He hated Mother.

Broke her leg.

Snapped it in two

under his boot.

She never quite healed.

She was bedridden

for a long time.

But I

cared for her.

Fed her. Bathed her.

Combed her hair.

Rubbed liniment

on her scars.

I made her better.

I'll do the same

with you.

I'll make you better.

May I have a moment

alone with my wife?

You'll be

out of this bed soon.

I promise.

Don't drink that.

Never

Lucille, she's very

sick. She's dying.

Of course she's dying.

She knows everything.

She stopped

drinking the tea.

Doesn't matter.

I put the poison in the porridge.

Lucille, stop it!

Do we have to

do this? Must we?

Yes.

You have no idea

what they'd do.

I would be taken

from here.

Locked away.

You would be hanged.

We stay together.

Never apart.

Never apart.

You couldn't leave me.

You wouldn't.

I can't.

I can't.

I know.

There's a gentleman out there

asking for directions to Allerdale Hall.

At this hour? Surely not.

Yeah.

You can't get there on that horse.

It's exhausted.

Can I hire one

from you?

We're closed

for the winter.

Well, can I get

there on foot?

It's well over four hours

following the road.

Then I'd better

get going.

Sir!

Meet me there.

After the storm.

I know who you are.

Your name is

Enola Sciotti.

Tell me what you

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