Crimson Peak Page #6

want from me.

And the sweet Tide carry

In the arms

of the sea

Let the wind

Blow kindly

In the sails

Of your dreams

And the moon

light your journey

And bring you to me

It's all out

in the open now.

No need to pretend.

This is who I am.

This is who he is!

I knew it.

Don't do it,

Lucille! I knew it!

Someone's at the door!

You're not his sister!

That's delightful.

I am.

Don't do it!

Hello, Edith.

Try not to move

or talk just yet.

You're heavily sedated.

I needed to sedate you

to set your leg.

You're going to be fine.

Forgive me for

dropping in unannounced.

Heaven-sent,

as it turns out.

I should have

sent a wire,

but I thought you'd

enjoy the surprise.

It's a miracle.

We didn't know what to do.

She's so ill.

Delirious.

Then she fell down

the stairs.

She spoke to me.

Who spoke to you?

My mother.

She was delivering

a warning.

Crimson Peak.

Delirious,

you see? Poor thing.

Yes, I see.

Here. Try to drink.

No, not that.

Not that.

You will stay here

with us, won't you?

Wait for the

storm to pass.

If you insist.

But now, I need a moment

alone with my patient.

We'll leave you

then, Doctor.

Edith, listen to me.

I'm here to

take you away.

Do you hear?

I'm taking you with me now.

Somebody has

to stop him.

Lucille, please.

What are you doing?

I just want to

know, brother.

Is it going to be

you this time?

Show me you

can stand up.

All right.

I won't let

them harm you.

I'm going to

find you a coat.

Don't go.

I'll be right back.

Things are getting a bit emotional,

I see, Doctor.

She's exhausted.

She's showing

signs of anemia.

I'm going to take

her to a hospital.

That won't be

necessary.

I'm afraid it is.

You've been poisoning her.

Edith.

Front page.

The Cumberland Ledger.

Lady Beatrice Sharpe was

murdered in the bathtub.

One brutal blow almost

split her head in two.

No suspect was

ever arrested.

There was no one else

in the house at the time.

Only the children.

The truth was too horrible to consider.

Doctor, stop it.

You did this.

No.

Sir Thomas, you were

only 12 at the time.

After questioning

by the police,

you were sent to

boarding school.

As for Lucille, at 14,

her story is less clear.

A convent education in Switzerland,

the news account says,

but I think a different

kind of institution.

Sir Thomas is

already married.

He married a

Miss Pamela Upton.

Margaret McDermott

and Enola Sciotti.

"E.S."

Edith, you don't know...

Edith and I

are leaving.

You stay there.

Edith.

Edith.

You should do this!

Get your hands dirty.

Come here, doggie.

Little sh*t!

If I don't do it,

she will.

But listen to me.

You're a doctor.

Show me where.

No!

Alan!

You're monsters.

Both of you!

Funny.

That's the last thing

Mother said, too.

Lucille has taken Edith

to sign the papers.

The moment she signs those papers,

she is dead.

I have to go.

I'll bring her down here.

I'll find a way.

The mine shaft is open,

you understand?

Get out up there.

Can you hold on?

Go.

You thought you

were a writer.

With your ghosts.

What are you waiting for?

You have nothing

to live for now.

Sign.

All the women we found...

London, Edinburgh,

Milan.

America.

Yes, America.

All had what

was necessary.

Money, broken dreams

and no living relatives.

No one ever

looked for them.

Mercy killings, really.

Is that what

I'm going to be?

What about the Italian

woman? Enola?

You killed her baby.

I did not.

None of them ever

f***ed Thomas.

Don't you understand?

It was mine.

It was born wrong.

We should have

let it die at birth,

but I wanted it.

She told me

she could save it.

She was determined.

She lied.

All this horror,

for what? The money?

To keep the mansion?

The Sharpe name?

The mines?

The marriages were

for money, of course.

But the horror,

the horror was for love.

The things we do for

a love like this are ugly,

mad,

full of sweat

and regret.

This love burns you

and maims you

and twists you

inside out.

It is a monstrous love

and it makes

monsters of us all.

But you should

have seen him,

as a child, Thomas.

He was perfect.

So, from all his

small infractions,

from my mother's cane,

I protected him.

I took so

many beatings.

And when she

found out about us,

well...

The only love Thomas and

I ever knew was from one another.

In these rotting walls.

Hiding.

That's not true.

You suffocate him.

Sign your name!

Sign your bloody name!

My father,

who killed him?

Such a coarse,

condescending man.

He loved you.

You should have

seen his sad face

when I smashed it

on the sink.

You!

Don't come near me!

Listen to me. Please.

You get away!

Edith, please. Listen.

McMichael is still alive.

He's still alive.

You lied to me!

I did.

You poisoned me!

I did.

You told me

you loved me!

I do.

Edith, please.

Please trust me one more time.

You can leave if you want,

or you can wait here for me.

I'm going to get

those papers back.

I'm going to

finish this.

You burnt them.

Lucille.

You burnt them.

Yes, she will live.

You're not to touch her.

You're ordering me?

We can leave, Lucille.

Leave Allerdale Hall.

Leave?

Think about it.

We can start a new life.

Where?

Anywhere. It doesn't matter.

We can leave it behind.

We let the Sharpe name

die with the mines.

We let this edifice

sink in the ground.

All these years holding

these walls together.

We would be free.

Free, Lucille.

We can all be together.

All?

Do you love her?

This day had to come.

We've been dead for years, Lucille.

You promised...

You and I in this

rotting place.

Do you love her

more than me?

Look at what

we've become!

You promised you would not

fall in love with anyone else.

Yes, but it happened.

Lucille.

Lucille.

Thomas?

Thomas?

She's coming.

I'm going to get us out of here.

I will get help.

You have to trust me.

I'll come back for you.

I promise I will.

Shh, hide.

Before they put me away

I kept a little souvenir

from Mother.

Edith?

I won't stop till

you kill me

or I kill you.

Help me.

There's no one

here to help you.

Yes, there is!

Look at him!

Turn around!

Thomas.

Lucille.

I won't stop

till you kill me

or I kill you.

I heard you

the first time.

Ghosts are real.

This much, I know.

Lady Sharpe!

Lady Sharpe!

There are things that

tie them to a place,

very much like

they do us.

Some remain tethered

to a patch of land.

A time and date.

The spilling of blood.

A terrible crime.

But there are others.

Others that hold

onto an emotion.

A drive.

Loss.

Revenge.

Or love.

Those,

they never go away.

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