Crimson Peak Page #6

Perfection has no

place in love, Edith.

I advise you to return

to your ghosts and fancies.

The sooner, the better.

You know precious little

of the human heart, or love,

or the pain that

comes with it.

You're nothing but

a spoiled child!

How's the water

today, Benton?

Piping hot.

Just the way

you like it, sir.

Very well.

Be kind enough to order

me some ham and eggs.

I'll start with

coffee, if it's hot

and a sip of port.

Right away, sir.

And The Times?

If you'd be so kind.

No. No.

Miss?

What is it, Annie?

Your manuscript was delivered

this morning by Sir Thomas Sharpe,

but I didn't want

to wake you early.

It's all the same, Annie.

Thank you.

Just leave it there.

The letter, too?

Yes, the letter, too.

Dear Edith.

By the time you read this,

I will be gone.

Your father made evident to me

that in my present economic condition

I was not in a position

to provide for you.

And to this I agreed.

Annie!

He also asked me

to break your heart.

My Coat!

To take the blame.

And to this

I agreed, too.

By this time, surely I have

accomplished both tasks.

But know this.

When I can prove

to your father

that all I ask of him is his consent

and nothing more,

then, and only then,

will I come back for you.

Yours ever,

Thomas.

Thomas and Lucille Sharpe.

Uh, room 107

and 108.

But wait!

Wait!

Miss? Wait!

Thomas?

Thomas!

Uh, they, um...

They checked out

this morning, miss.

In time for

the early train.

Are you all right, miss?

Edith.

Lucille has gone.

Your father bribed me

to leave.

I cannot leave you, Edith.

In fact, I find myself

thinking of you even at the most

inopportune moments

of the day.

I feel as if

a link exists between

your heart and mine.

And should that link be broken

either by distance or by time

my heart would cease

to beat and I would die.

And you,

you'd soon

forget about me.

Never

I would never

forget you.

I'm afraid you have

to identify the body, Edith.

There's no other way.

Wait!

I came as soon

as I heard.

Edith,

don't look at him.

I'll give you a

positive identification.

That is

not possible.

I was his physician,

Ferguson, you know that.

And I am his

lawyer, Dr. McMichael.

I'm sorry. This is not

a legal formality.

It's obligatory,

I'm afraid.

How did it happen?

Apparently,

he was alone.

The floor was wet.

No one really knows.

May I, sir?

Help me turn him.

Don't touch him

like that.

Stop! Don't touch

him like that!

That's my father!

Forgive me, I was...

He's turning

60 next week.

He's afraid of looking

his age, you see.

That's why he

dresses so well.

Why he likes taking

long walks.

His hand feels cold.

Why is it so cold?

I'm here for you now.

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