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Mr. Heathcliff?

I'm Lockwood, your new tenant, sir,

at Thrushcross Grange.

I'll do myself the honor of calling as soon as possible.

I hope I've not inconvenienced you in my arrival.

I should not allow anyone to inconvenience me

if I could hinder it.

I do wonder why you should select the thick

of a storm to ramble about in.

From Thy bounty, through Christ our Lord, amen.

I don't think it possible for me

to get home without a guide.

Perhaps you could spare one of your lads.

No, I could not.

I don't keep accommodations for strangers.

I shall sleep in a chair.

A stranger is a stranger.

If you wish to stay, you can share a bed

with either Hareton or Joseph.

Let this be a lesson for you, Mr. Lockwood,

to not go on any more ramblings on the moors.

I can go with him as far as the park.

It would be hell.

Follow me.

Mind the candle, and don't make a noise.

My master has an odd notion about this room.

Have a good night, sir.

I'm so alone.

Cathy?

You, out now.

Don't leave.

Come back to me.

Come back.

This whole house is swarming with ghosts and goblins.

If that little fiend would have gotten in,

she would have strangled me, snatched my soul away.

I'm not a fanciful man, ma'am, nor a dishonest one.

I saw her with my own eyes,

and felt her with my very own hands.

Who was she?

You have lived in this neighborhood

a considerable time, have you not?

All my life, sir.

First here, and then at the grange,

when my mistress was married.

The master retained me for his housekeeper

till he passed away.

Followed my second mistress here.

Indeed, then you have seen a good many alterations.

Aye, and a lot of troubles too.

You knew her?

This, Cathy.

And Mr. Heathcliff, he knew her as well?

He loved her, dare I say.

He is a rather churlish man.

He must have led a tumultuous life

to make him such a rough fellow.

Do you know anything of his history?

I know all about it, Mr. Lockwood,

save for the circumstances of his birth

and how he got his fortune.

It would be a charitable deed to tell me

something of my neighbors, Miss Dean.

It's not a joyous tale.

There's not room for smiles and laughter

so much, just tears and remorse.

I should like to hear it still.

30 years ago, when I took over my mother's position

as housekeeper at Wuthering Heights,

Mr. Earnshaw, Cathy's father,

was to return from Liverpool that evening.

We all eagerly awaited his arrival

because he was to bring a present for all of us.

A riding whip for Cathy, a fiddle for brother Hindley.

Your brother is studying.

And some apples and pears for me.

Papa, Papa.

Papa, we're so glad you came home.

I can see that.

Oh.

Catherine, give your father a rest.

He's had a long journey.

Oh, oh oh oh.

Come.

I brought you something.

What did you bring me?

See here.

Oh, what is it?

A gift from God.

A gift from the devil, more like it.

Quiet, girl.

I found him starving in the streets of Liverpool.

It was the Christian thing to do to bring him home.

How can you fashion to bring this gypsy brat

into our home when we have our own children

to feed and care for?

I couldn't let him starve.

Why not? Tends to be what his kind do.

What's so special about this dodgy foundling?

He's not my blood any more than he is yours,

but he will be our son and Hindley and Cathy's brother.

An easy conversion, no doubt.

Cathy.

Do you want to know what I brought for you?

Yes.

I brought you Heathcliff.

Heathcliff? Heathcliff?

You've named this after our brother?

It is a befitting name.

You hardly knew your brother,

and Cathy was only a twinkle in my eye when he passed.

Nelly, wash him and find him some clothes.

The rest of us, will go to bed.

Come on.

Dear God, thank you for your mercy,

and thank you for this bounty we are about to receive.

And dear God, thank you for the gift of Heathcliff, amen.

Amen.

Here.

It'll make you strong.

Eat it up.

Here, put this in your lap.

Neat and tidy, huh?

From the very beginning

Heathcliff bred bad feelings in the house.

Two years later, Mrs. Earnshaw died,

without ever seeing Heathcliff as anything

but her husband's ill-begotten bastard.

After the mistress' death, Hindley began to view his father

as an oppressor rather than a friend,

and Heathcliff as an usurper of his father's affections.

That's right, keep that nice and clean.

Otherwise, the powder will ignite.

Very good. Now, see if you can put that back down.

That's it.

That's right, now hold this up here.

All right, pull this out. Go ahead and pull that out.

And ram it down inside that.

Heathcliff and Cathy became inseparable.

There wasn't a place where one went

where the other didn't follow.

You're a dirty gypsy, Heathcliff.

I hate you.

Finally, Arcure advised Mr. Earnshaw

to send Hindley to college.

Mr. Earnshaw agreed, but he never thought Hindley

would thrive, no matter where he wandered.

I never believed.

I was the only one who truly cared for Hindley.

Until the night of his departure,

it seemed I would be the only one

who would regret his absence.

Cathy?

Why can't you always be a good lass?

Why can't you always be a good man, Father?

Father?

Father?

Time for bed.

Nelly!

Day for your prayers, Mister.

Mr. Earnshaw.

Mr. Earnshaw?

Cathy.

Heathcliff, take Cathy to bed. Back to bed.

Fetch Dr. Kenneth.

You'll always be Catherine Heathcliff.

Forever.

Tell me, Heathcliff, where did you come from?

I don't remember.

I don't remember anything before you.

I think you're a prince in disguise.

Your father was the emperor of China,

and your mother was an Indian queen.

And you were kidnapped by wicked sailors

and brought to England.

You're worried everything will change

once Hindley returns, aren't you?

Well, with Father dead, he does own the Heights.

I won't have much to protect me but my own wits.

I shall protect you.

My brother won't touch a single black hair on your head.

No one dare try to take you away from me.

Nor you from me.

Hurry.

No parson in the world ever pictured heaven

so beautifully as they did.

And I could not help wishing

we were all there safe together.

After his schooling, Mr. Hindley came home

and set the neighbors gossiping, right, left.

He brought a wife with him.

Heathcliff.

What she was and where she was born...

The horses.

He never informed us.

She had neither money nor name to recommend her,

or he would scarcely have kept that union from his father.

Young Earnshaw was altered considerably

in the years of his absence.

Hello, Catherine. This is my wife, Frances.

Isn't this charming?

This is my sister Catherine, our housekeeper Nelly,

and that was Joseph.

Welcome to Wuthering Heights, ma'am.

Cathy, Hindley's told me so much about you.

I've always wanted a sister of my very own,

and now I have one.

Oh, why don't you show me around?

From now on, Nelly, you and Joseph are

to stay in the servants' quarters, where you belong.

Of course, master.

And as for you, Heathcliff,

no more curate, and stay in the stables.

My wife and I want the house to ourselves.

Hindley became tyrannical,

evincing a dislike to Heathcliff.

He drove him from their company to the servants',

deprived him of education,

and insisted that he should labor out of doors.

It's horrible what Hindley's done to you.

Things will get better.

It'll be all right.

You do trust me, don't you?

Of course.

Good. Well then.

I'm going to read to you.

Where we were?

Heathcliff bore his degradation

fairly well at first,

because Cathy taught him what she learnt

and worked or played with him in the fields.

They both promised fair to grow up as unruly savages.

The young master being entirely negligent

how they behaved and what they did,

so they kept clear of him.

It was one of their chief amusements to run away

to the moors in the morning and remain there all day.

They forgot everything the minute they were together again.

To seek revenge, but leave a place

for divine retribution.

Never pay back evil for evil.

Let your ills be such as all men kept honorable.

If possible, live at peace with all men.

What? Done already?

I think that's enough for today.

When Father was alive, we were permitted

to play on Sundays.

I don't give a damn what Father did.

This is my house now. I am master.

Hindley, let them be.

If they want to run around like savages, let them.

Fine, off with you then.

Here, look.

It's beautiful, Heathcliff.

That evening, Hindley, in a passion,

told us to bolt the doors

and swore nobody should let them in that night.

The household went to bed, but I was determined

to admit them in spite of the prohibition,

once they returned.

Heathcliff, look.

There's marigold at the grange.

I wonder how the Lintons pass their Sunday evenings.

Standing around shivering in corners

while the help burn their eyes out by the fire.

Cathy.

Thrushcross Grange.

Your new home, Mr. Lockwood, was once home to the Lintons,

a proud family of landed gentry.

Old Mr. Linton had long since passed,

but he left two spirited children, Isabella and Edgar.

They had all the grange entirely to themselves.

Shouldn't they have been happy?

We should have thought ourselves in heaven.

And now, guess what those good children were doing.

Livelier, Isabella, livelier.

Livelier.

Don't you wish you had been adopted by the Lintons?

Livelier, live...

I am playing it lively. You sit down and play it then.

There's somebody out there.

They haven't seen us.

Men!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff, bring her in here.

You can lay her right there.

I have sent one of my men for Dr. Kenneth.

He will be here within the hour.

Miss, where does it hurt?

Don't don't, don't touch her. Please, please.

Sir.

No no, no no. Don't touch her please.

Please.

Sir.

Get away.

Sir, if you cannot behave civilized,

then I will have to ask you to leave.

If you're not sure, we'll wait for the doctor.

Fine.

But I can't leave Cathy here.

Let me tend to her.

Please, no, please. Please.

Seamus.

Your presence, sire, is no longer required.

Do not worry.

She will be well taken care of.

She will be well cared for.

Look at the state of her.

I need to have.

My word.

I shall have to talk to Hindley Earnshaw

about his gypsy brother.

Perhaps she would benefit from staying here for a while.

Cathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks.

By that time, her ankle was thoroughly cured

and her manners much improved.

Mr. Linton commenced a plan of reform by raising

her self-respect with fine clothes and flattery,

which she readily took.

Remember, Heathcliff, if I am to allow you

to stay here at the Heights, you are not to speak to Cathy.

Not unless it involves her horse.

Brother.

So that, instead of a wild hapless little sage,

there lighted a very dignified person.

Oh, Heathcliff, you may come forward

and wish Miss Cathy welcome.

Heathcliff.

Have you forgotten all about me?

Shake hands with her, Heathcliff.

Surely that's permitted.

Heathcliff, what have you been

doing with yourself?

I won't stand to be laughed at.

I didn't mean to laugh. I couldn't handle myself.

Look how dirty you are.

You look lovely, Cath.

And on that note, let's go in, shall we?

May I present a toast to our guests the Lintons.

Edgar, Isabella, I bid you welcome to Wuthering Heights.

Why thank you, Hindley. Happy to be here.

It's marvelous pears this year, quite a yield.

Nelly?

Can you

make me decent?

High time time, Heathcliff.

You know, proud people often breed

sad sorrows for themselves.

I believe a few of Mr. Earnshaw's old clothes

are in the attic.

As soon as I can steal time, I'll help you.

Edgar Linton will look like a dog compared to you.

What are you doing in here?

This is a place for civilized ladies and gentlemen,

not for dirty gypsies.

Wait!

Till I take hold of those elegant locks of yours,

see if I can't pull them out a little longer.

I think they're long enough.

Look's like a colt's mane.

Oh!

No, Heathcliff!

Back to the stables.

Excuse us.

Fight!

I told you to fight back!

Now you must!

You were no more his son than I was.

Joseph, I have to go give my father's coat another brushing.

Next time, Edgar, take the law to your fists.

It will give you an appetite.

Now then, who's up for a round of bridge?

Heathcliff, it's for God to punish the wicked.

We must learn to forgive.

On that morning, my first bonny little nursling

and the last of the ancient Earnshaw stock was born.

How's the babe?

Nearly ready to run about, Nelly.

And Frances?

She'll be perfectly well by this time next week.

But Dr. Kenneth...

Damn him!

Damn the doctor.

I'll go and see to her.

Where's Cathy?

With Mr. Linton.

He's so big.

I'm going to name him Hareton.

Hindley had an ancestor named Hareton.

It is a good family name.

Happy mum.

Hareton Earnshaw, promise me you'll look after him, Nelly.

You'll love him like your own.

Oh, it was such a grand bairn.

The finest lad that ever breathed.

And, Frances, she'd been in consumption for many months.

She had nothing to keep her.

The other side. The other side.

You going somewhere?

No.

What do you got that silly frock on for then?

Edgar Linton's supposed to call here this afternoon.

Edgar Linton.

Catherine and he were constant companions,

still, at his seasons of respite from labor.

That's six weeks in a row you've turned me out

for that pitiful friend of yours again.

What have you got there?

Oh, that's very foolish.

As if I were to take notice. Where's the sense in that?

To show you that I take notice.

Here, look. Look here.

But he ceased to express his fondness

for her in words, and recoiled with angry suspicion

from her girlish caresses.

Every mark here is a mark that you

have spent with Linton.

These marks are days with me.

Must I always be simple to you?

You might be dumb for anything you say to amuse me.

As if conscious, there could be no gratification

in lavishing such marks of affection on him.

Never knew that I talked too little

that you disliked my company, Cathy.

There's no company at all when people know nothing.

Say nothing.

Heathcliff!

Where is my son?

Sh.

He's right here, Mr. Hindley.

Well then, let me hold him.

You're too drunk.

I'm his father. I'm not going to hurt him.

You're a drunkard and a poor excuse for a father.

It's all right, Heathcliff.

You can take a moment before you return to the stables.

Just remember to brush them before you turn in.

One more thing, don't tell Mr. Hindley.

Nelly.

Your tongue has grown rather sharp of late, Nelly.

Get your hands off of me.

I never noticed what a woman you are.

Now's not the time to take notice.

I could kill you for speaking back to me.

Don't listen then. I have to know my place.

Catherine, our time together has been,

well, just lovely.

And, I feel we should spend more time together.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

there's nothing that would make me happier

than if you'd take my hand of marriage.

Are you alone, Nelly?

Yes, Miss.

Will you keep a secret for me?

Is it worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton asked me to marry him.

And I accepted.

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Of course I do. Who could help it?

Why do you love him?

Because he's handsome and pleasant to be with.

Bad.

Because he's young and cheerful.

Bad still.

Because he shall be rich.

And I shall be the greatest woman in the neighborhood.

Worst of all.

You're making jest of it!

I'm very far from making jest of it, Miss Cathy.

It doesn't matter what you say. I shall marry him.

Very well. Your brother will be pleased.

You will escape a disorderly coupleless home

in favor of a wealthy respectable one.

If you love Edgar, and Edgar loves you,

all will be smooth and easy.

Where's your obstacle?

Here, near my heart,

near my soul.

I'm convinced I'm doing wrong.

Nelly, have you ever had bad dreams at night?

Now and then.

I dreamt I was in heaven once,

and I was miserable there.

And I broke my heart with weeping.

And the angels were so angry that they thrust me out

right into the, right on top of Wuthering Heights.

And I woke up sobbing for joy.

Don't you see, Nelly?

I have no more right to marry Edgar Linton

than I have to be in heaven?

And if Hindley had not brought Heathcliff so low,

I would have never thought to marry Edgar.

But to marry Heathcliff now would degrade me.

So he shall never know how much I love him,

and my great misery seeing his world diminish.

I have watched him run him off.

And my great thought in living exists.

My love for Edgar is like the foliage in the forest.

Time will change it, as winter changes the trees.

My love for Heathcliff is like the eternal rocks beneath.

A source of little visible pleasure but vital.

I am Heathcliff, Nelly.

He is always, always in my mind.

But not as a pleasure to myself but as my own being.

Miss Cathy, Heathcliff might have been listening.

He left when you said it would do you disgrace to marry him.

No!

No!

- Miss Cathy! - Heathcliff!

It was a very dark evening for summer.

A storm came rattling over the Heights, full of fury.

Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquility.

She kept wandering to and fro,

heedless of the growing thunder,

and the great drops that began to splash around her.

She remained, calling at intervals,

and then listening, and then crying outright.

She cried for Heathcliff all night,

till she was greeted by the warmth of the rising sun.

Where the hell have you been?

Outside.

Were you with Heathcliff?

I never saw him.

Well.

When he comes back, I'll throw him out.

I've had enough of that gypsy bastard.

You won't get your opportunity.

He's gone.

I lost him.

I've lost him.

I lost him.

I've lost him! I've lost him!

I've lost him!

I don't have to go.

They have plenty of maids at the Grange

to take care of Miss Cathy.

I can stay here with you and Hareton.

There's no use for you here.

I want no women in this house.

But Hareton needs a mother, sir.

He had a mother. She left him.

She left me.

Frances loved you, sir.

I'm sure it would break her heart to see you like this.

Goodbye, Angel.

Edgar Linton believed himself

the happiest man alive on the day he led

Miss Cathy to Gimmerton Chapel.

He offered me magnificent wages,

and so I had but one choice left,

to do as I was ordered.

And since then Hareton has been a stranger.

Come on, fella, come on.

Hindley had mortgaged every yard of land he owned

for cash to supply his mania for gaming, drinking,

becoming something less than a man, let alone a father.

I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Grange,

and to my agreeable disappointment,

she behaved infinitely better than I dared expect.

She seemed almost overfond of Mr. Linton,

and even to his sister she showed plenty of affection.

I believe I may assert that they were really in possession

of deep and growing happiness.

But on a mellow evening in September, it ended.

His cheeks were covered, his brows lowered.

I remembered the eyes.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes.

A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, ma'am.

What do they want?

I didn't question him.

It's not one of Hindley's creditors, is it?

No, someone the mistress doesn't expect.

Shall I continue?

Please.

Heathcliff.

I thought I've never been alive

since the last I saw your face.

Forgive me.

I struggled only for you.

Edgar, Edgar!

Heathcliff's come back!

Try to be glad without being absurd

in front of the whole household.

Ah, Mr. Heathcliff.

Please, sit down.

Mrs. Linton would have me give you a cordial reception.

Of course I am gratified with anything that pleases her.

As am I, especially when it is anything

in which I have a part.

Thank you, Nelly.

Well, tell us, where have you been the last few years?

Abroad?

Yes.

Soldiering perhaps?

Yes.

I shall think it a dream tomorrow,

to have seen and touched and spoken to you.

Yet, cruel Heathcliff, you don't deserve this welcome.

To be absent and silent for three years

and to never think of me.

A little more than you thought of me.

I heard of your marriage.

Where are you staying, Gimmerton?

No.

At Wuthering Heights.

Hindley Earnshaw invited you to stay at Wuthering Heights?

No, it is I who have invited him to stay.

Seems Hindley mortgaged the property

to pay for his gambling debts.

I managed to help my brother with his finances.

I am the owner of Wuthering Heights now.

Well, hm, I'm eager to see what you do with the place.

Cathy, do you think I could maybe speak to you?

Isabella, can you leave us?

We've both been through so much.

Please, please, we can undo what was done.

And now I have come back for you.

Mm.

Where do you expect to take us, Heathcliff?

Away from here. Away from all this.

I've seen the world now, Cathy, and it is beautiful.

Come with me.

Heathcliff, I can't.

I'm having, I'm having Edgar's child.

How can you do this to me, Cathy?

How can I do it? You're a fine one to talk.

You weren't there.

You don't know. Don't talk to me anymore.

Cathy, please. Please.

Heathcliff.

You aren't a very nice person

to come here and communicate this way.

Get your hands out of your pockets.

Okay, then,

it's all right, it's all right.

There's still time. It doesn't matter.

We can all leave.

Me, you and the child, we can all leave.

Please, Cathy.

Cathy, Cathy.

No, no, you are too late.

You are my life.

You are my life.

Heathcliff.

Stay with me, please.

I can't, I can't, okay.

Mr. Heathcliff.

Cathy was cruel to you yesterday.

As her friend, I feel the need to apologize for her conduct.

You needn't apologize. I'm well aware of Cathy's nature.

Oh, stop sighing, Isabella.

You are harsh and cruel to me.

It's jealousy that makes her strike out.

Jealousy?

Oh yes, she is quite jealous.

You told me to ramble where I pleased

while you sauntered on with Mr. Heathcliff.

You wished me away because you knew I wanted to be with him.

You desire no one to be loved but yourself.

Cathy can only put on a silk costume and play the part,

but you, Miss Linton,

are truly a lady.

Heathcliff is an untamed creature,

and it is your powerful ignorance of his character,

Isabella, and nothing else, that makes you love him.

A beautiful lady.

Oh, Heathcliff.

We've been quarreling like cats about you.

Catherine, no.

Mind us, this love I have

is nothing like the love she entertains for you.

Oh no you don't.

Oh go on then.

Sweet Judas.

Who is it, Nelly?

You weren't telling the truth, were you?

Oh please.

I like her too well to let you seek to win her over.

And I like her too little to attempt it.

Then again, she is her brother's heir, is she not?

Now.

Not much longer.

Wait, no, I...

Heathcliff.

I told you to leave Isabella alone.

What's it to you?

I have every right to kiss her, if she chooses,

and you have no right to object.

I am not your husband.

If you love Isabella, then you shall marry her.

But tell me the truth, Heathcliff,

do you love her?

Thank you for telling me your sister's little secret.

This way, I'll make the most of it.

Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?

I was not ignorant to your miserable,

degraded character, Mr. Heathcliff,

but foolishly I acquiesced to my wife's desire

to keep your acquaintance.

Hereafter, you are no longer welcome in this household.

I require your immediate departure.

Nelly, fetch the men.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull.

By God, Linton, I am mortally sorry

you are not worth the trouble of knocking down.

Heathcliff.

I wish you the joy of this perfect coward, Cathy.

And I compliment you.

Catherine, remain where you are.

After today's events, do you intend on continuing

your intimacies with Mr. Heathcliff?

Leave me alone.

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever.

Your veins are full of ice water.

Will you be with Heathcliff, or will you be with me?

You cannot be his friend and my wife.

I require you to choose.

Oh!

I require to be left alone, oh!

Catherine.

I'm going to die, aren't I, Nelly?

You're not gonna die.

Heathcliff then, he doesn't love me.

He never missed me.

I'm afraid of being alone.

You're not alone.

Oh, I need him not to wait

and to come straight down off the moor.

Oh, let me have just one breath.

I will not.

No.

Why am I so changed?

In an instant, I was converted into Miss Linton,

the lady of Thrushcross Grange.

I am

an exile, an outcast from my world.

I wish I were our dogs.

I wish I were a girl again.

Savage and hardy.

Laughing at miseries.

Not maddening under them.

I should be myself if I were among the heather.

Nelly, let me feel the wind!

No, ma'am, I will not let you catch your death of cold.

No!

Look, there's my room,

with a candle in the window.

Heathcliff is waiting for me.

Heathcliff.

I dare you now.

Will you venture?

I shall not rest until you are with me.

I never will.

He's considering.

He'd rather I come to him.

Nelly, are you mad? Shut the window.

Catherine.

Edgar, you are one of those that is ever found

when you're least wanted.

Am I nothing to you anymore?

Do you love that wretch Heathcliff?

What you touch at present, you may have,

but my soul will be that hilltop

before you lay your hands on me again.

What you had of me is gone.

Her mind wanders, sir.

She's been talking nonsense all night.

Send for Dr. Kenneth.

We must take precautions so she doesn't harm herself.

Or the baby.

Isabella?

Sir?

It's from Miss Isabella.

Oh.

So what shall we do?

She left of her own accord.

Who the hell are you?

I was Isabella Linton. We've met before, sir.

I've just married Heathcliff, and he brought me here.

Heathcliff married you?

From now on, she is my sister only by name.

Not because I disown her.

She has disowned me.

Where shall I sleep?

Heathcliff's bedroom is up the stairs,

second door on the right.

Make sure to bolt the door, Mrs. Heathcliff.

Why?

It's a great tempter to a desperate man, is it not?

Every night, I try to open his door.

If once I find it unlocked, he's done for.

When the time comes,

all the angels in heaven will not save him.

I'll warn him.

I don't give a damn if you do.

Wuthering Heights will be mine, his gold will be mine,

and then his blood.

Hell can have your soul.

Nelly, how are you this afternoon?

I've come to see Miss Isabella.

Have you a letter for me?

I have nothing.

My master sends his love, but he refuses to communicate

with this household ever again.

Sorry.

And how is Cathy?

Mrs. Linton gave birth to a little girl last night.

She'll never be like she was.

Her life was spared.

What will he call her?

Catherine.

This young lady looks sadly worse

for her change of condition.

Someone's love falls far short in her case, obviously.

I should guess her own.

Under delusion, she pictured me a hero of romance

and expected unlimited indulgences

from my chivalrous devotion.

It was a marvelous effort on her part

to discover that I did not love her.

I've never in all my life met

with such an abject thing as she.

She even disgraces the name of Linton.

Take care, Nelly.

He means to provoke Edgar past desperation.

I'll die first.

To your pleasure, I can imagine.

Or to see him dead.

Enough with the providence. Out of my sight!

Nelly, I must see her.

I cannot allow that.

Cathy's delirious.

She slips in and out of consciousness

and remembers very little.

She must call for me.

You know she has not forgotten me.

For every thought she spends on Linton,

she spends a thousand on me.

Nelly, am I to fight my way

through Edgar and all his footmen?

Will you please be the friend

you always have and let me see her?

Please.

Cathy.

How can I bear it?

You've broken my heart, and now you come to me

as if you are the one to be pitied.

I shall not pity you.

You killed me.

You tell me, how many years do you

plan on living after I'm gone?

While you're possessed of the devil

and speak to me in the manner while you are dying,

you know those words will be bred in my memory

while you are at peace.

I shall not be at peace!

I don't wish to torment you.

Come to me, Heathcliff.

Why did you betray your own heart, Cathy?

You've killed yourself.

You.

You loved me.

Then what right had you to leave me?

For the poor fancy you felt for Linton?

This degradation and misery and death,

nothing God or Satan could inflict could part us.

You...

You of your own will did.

I have not broken your heart, Cathy.

You have broken it.

And in breaking it you have broken mine.

If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it.

You left me too.

I forgive you.

Forgive me.

I love my murderer. But yours, how can I?

I wish I'd told you.

But I cannot.

My master has returned. You must leave.

Cathy, I must go.

No, no, you mustn't.

I must.

No, not for a minute.

I must.

No, no, don't leave me.

No, don't leave me.

Heathcliff, if you stay it will be

your most diabolical deed.

What in God's name?

Unless you be a fiend, you'll help her first.

Then you shall speak with me.

No!

No!

No!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

What have you done to her?

Catherine!

What have you done to her?

She's dead. I've not waited for you to learn that.

Don't you snivel before me, damn you.

She wants none of your tears.

She is at peace now.

Did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch, your pride can't blind God.

How did she die?

Her senses never returned after you left.

She sank into a sleep.

Her life closed in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly in the next world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer, and I'll repeat it

until my tongue stiffens.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not rest as long as I am living.

You say I killed you. Haunt me then!

Be with me always! Take any form, drive me mad!

As long as you don't leave me

in this abyss where I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul!

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

I cannot live without my life.

Cathy!

No!

No!

Do you believe such people

are happy in the other world, Miss Dean?

Retracing the course of Catherine Linton,

I fear we have no right to believe she is.

But we'll leave that to her and her maker.

To the surprise of the whole parish,

Catherine's burial was neither under the carved monuments

of the Lintons nor by the tombs of her relations outside.

It was down on a green slope, in a corner of the churchyard,

where the walls are so low that the heather

climbs over from the moors and buries it.

You and I have a great debt to settle with him.

If neither of us were cowards, we could combine.

He's leaving me...

Are you as soft as your brother?

Are you willing to endure to the last

and not attempt repayment?

I'm weary of enduring.

He will be my ruin, and you and your child's death,

not unless we get him first!

No, you mustn't hurt him.

No, Heathcliff, stop!

No, get off him. You might kill him, stop it!

I couldn't kill him

Heathcliff, stop!

Let him go. Stop it!

I believe our father gave me this.

If God gave me the strength to strangle you,

I'd go to hell with joy.

Isn't it enough you've already murdered his sister?

Everybody knows she'd still be living if it weren't for you.

So why don't you go lay over her grave

like an old, faithful dog?

Surely the world isn't worth living in now, is it?

Heathcliff.

Here you are.

Drink up.

Your brother barely knew her too.

You clean him up.

Isabella, what has happened to you?

Hindley is dead.

He fought Heathcliff true to form, drunk as a lord,

and Heathcliff fought back.

I cannot live another day with that villain.

I'm leaving for London, and I've just come by

to see you and the baby before I depart.

If my brother asks,

I permit you to tell him where I've gone.

But do not tell Mr. Heathcliff, will you promise?

I promise.

Give my love to my brother.

I'll write to you.

Godspeed.

Now, my bonny lad, let's see if one tree

won't grow as crooked as another

with the same wind to twist it.

Hareton, who should now be the first gentleman

in the neighborhood, was reduced to a state

of complete dependence on his father's inveterate enemy

and lives in his own house as a servant.

The next 15 years, following that dismal period,

were the happiest of my life.

Little Catherine grew like a larch.

She was light and fair like the Lintons,

but with the handsome eyes of her mother.

Good morning, Papa.

Good morning, Catherine, Nelly.

Morning, sir.

She had not been beyond the grange by herself.

Wuthering Heights, and Heathcliff, did not exist for her.

Oh.

Something wrong, Miss Catherine?

Oh, no, I've just a slight headache.

Would you like some tea?

Oh no, no. I'll just rest.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Sir?

Sir.

I'm afraid I'm quite lost.

Do you know where Thrushcross Grange is from here?

You're Edgar Linton's daughter, aren't you?

Yes, I am. Do you know my father?

So to speak.

My name is Catherine. What's yours?

Hareton.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.

I'm afraid it's going to rain. Do you live far from here?

Miss Catherine?

If your father had any notion of you being at this house,

you'd be glad enough to get out.

It's your father's, isn't it, Hareton?

No.

I thought you had been the owner's son.

Are you a servant?

I'll see you damned before I'd be your servant.

You'll see me what?

Damned.

How dare you speak to me that way?

I'll tell my father what you said.

Miss Catherine here knows nothing about being civil.

Although Hareton's not your master's son, he's your cousin.

My cousin?

Mm-hm.

Nelly, you must be mistaken.

My father has just gone to fetch my cousin from London.

A gentleman's son.

People can have many cousins of all sorts

without being the worse for it.

Miss Catherine.

Promise me you'll look after him, Nelly.

You'll love him like your own.

Hareton.

We'll not tell your father

that you went to Wuthering Heights.

I cannot understand why not.

Before your father departed,

did he or did he not tell you to mind me?

Well, since you've deceived me in your counterfeit sickness

to break your father's one rule, perhaps you could repay me

by not telling him I failed as your guardian.

I shan't whisper a word.

A letter announced the day

of my master Edgar Linton's return.

Catherine.

Papa.

Now, Catherine, your cousin Linton is not

as strong or as merry as you are.

He's just recently lost his mother.

Isabella was dead.

Just don't expect him to play and run about just yet.

And he wrote to bid me get

mourning for his daughter.

Linton.

This is your cousin Catherine.

She's very fond of you already.

And arrange a room and other accommodations

for his youthful nephew.

May I go to bed, Uncle.

A pale, delicate, effeminate boy.

Nelly.

Good evening, Heathcliff.

What business brings you here tonight?

I am here to see my son.

Master Linton has gone to bed

along with the rest of the household.

And unless you have something particular to say,

you may entrust your message to me.

Who is it, Nelly?

I have come for my son.

He may be your son,

but his mother desires him to remain in my care.

His mother is dead.

How did you come to know that?

How I know is of no matter.

Surely as a magistrate you will not keep a father

from caring for his only child.

Nelly will accompany Linton

to Wuthering Heights in the morning.

He has just come from a long journey,

and his health is very precarious.

If you care for him at all, which, with much regret

I doubt you do, you'll let him sleep through the night.

Very well.

I look forward to seeing you in the morning, Nelly.

Good evening.

Mr. Linton commissioned me

to take the boy home early.

He was very reluctant to be roused

from his bed at five o'clock, and astonished to be informed

that he must prepare for further traveling.

But I softened up the matter by stating that he was going

to spend some time with his father, Mr. Heathcliff,

who wished to see him very much.

It is truly worse than I expected.

You are your mother's son.

Do you know me?

No.

You've heard of me, I dare say.

No.

Hm, your mother was wicked to leave you in ignorance

of the sort of father you possessed.

I hope you'll be kind to your son, Heathcliff.

He's the only kin in the world you'll ever know.

Remember that.

I will be very kind to him, Nelly, you needn't fear.

After all, my son is the prospective owner

of Thrushcross Grange.

I shall not wish him to die until I was

certain of being his successor.

That is the sole consideration which I can endear, wealth.

Brought this for young Linton.

He won't need that.

Hm, the dainty chap says he cannot eat it.

His mother was just the same, just as hard to please.

Don't mention his mother to me again,

and get him something he can eat.

See, Nelly, all is fine.

Have a good afternoon.

On a beautiful spring day, my young lady asked

to have a ramble on the moor with me.

She was off like a young greyhound.

Young lady.

And as I toiled to follow,

she came upon Mr. Heathcliff.

I hope it's still my father's.

And who is your father?

Edgar Linton, owner of Thrushcross Grange.

Do you know him?

Very well.

Miss Catherine?

Miss Catherine.

Is he your son?

No, but I do have one.

And you've met him before.

My house is just over the hill.

Perhaps you would like to come to tea.

Catherine, you are to come with me at once.

I will not.

This man has just invited me to tea

and said that I know his son.

I'm sure he's mistaken, but what an adventure.

Heathcliff, my master will hate me if he found out

I allowed her to enter your house.

I will be blamed for your devious design and discharged.

My design is as honest as possible.

I wish for the two cousins to fall in love and marry.

And you needn't worry about your job at the Grange.

There's always a position for you at Wuthering Heights.

Oh, it's so lovely.

Now, do you know who that is?

Your son?

Linton, it's Linton!

Oh, you have very much changed.

And you must be my uncle then!

Why don't you come and visit us at the Grange with Linton?

To think, all these years such close neighbors

and to never visit us.

I visited once or twice before you were born.

But your father and I quarreled at one time in our lives.

Why did you quarrel?

He felt me too poor to marry your sister,

and was grieved to learn that I had won her.

His pride was hurt, and he had never forgiven it.

Well Linton and I have no share in your quarrel.

If Papa will not let me come here,

then Linton must come to the Grange.

To walk four miles would kill me.

Please, come here, Miss Catherine.

Not every morning but once or twice a week.

Linton, have you nothing to show your cousin?

Take her to the garden.

Oh, that sounds lovely.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

If that's what you prefer.

I'll take you to the garden.

Very well.

Behave like a gentleman, mind you.

And take your hands out of your pockets.

Get up, you interloper.

Now you've got a rival for your cousin's affections.

What does that name mean?

Some damnable writing.

I can't read it.

I can read.

I want to know why it's there.

He does not know his letters.

Could you believe in the existence of such a colossal dunce?

Has anyone attempted to teach him?

Or is he simple?

Please, there is nothing the matter but laziness.

Is there, Earnshaw?

My cousin fancies you, an idiot, Earnshaw.

If you weren't more a lass than a lad,

I'd fell you this minute.

Nelly, you recollect me at this age.

Did I ever look so stupid?

Worse, because you were more sullen.

I would have loved the lad had he been

someone else's, but I am sure he is safe from her love.

Hindley would have been proud of his son, wouldn't he?

Almost as proud as I am of mine.

Oh, Papa, I saw Linton the other day,

at Wuthering Heights.

I met my uncle, too.

Why didn't you tell me that Linton was nearby?

Catherine, you know why I kept

Linton's residence from you.

Is it because you dislike Mr. Heathcliff?

No, not because I dislike Mr. Heathcliff.

It's because Mr. Heathcliff dislikes me.

Catherine, you must listen to me.

He is the most diabolical man, looking to wrong and ruin

those he hates given the slightest opportunity.

I knew that you could not keep acquaintance with Linton

without coming into contact with Mr. Heathcliff.

But Mr. Heathcliff was very cordial, Papa.

He didn't object to Linton and I seeing each other.

But I do object, Catherine.

My reasons you would not understand.

You mother may still be alive if it were not for him.

I will not see the last person I love

in this world suffer at his hand.

You are to stay away from Wuthering Heights.

Dearest Catherine,

ever since I last looked on to your face,

I have been able to think of little else.

I would gladly think of nothing else.

However, my memory cannot compare

to your true form.

I am still not well enough to make the trek to the Grange.

To understand this world, to keep one's faith

in its deep meaning, to reconcile the existence

of God to the existence of evil.

How should we picture heaven?

You must find a way to defy

Uncle Edgar and see me here, at the Heights.

How long have you been going

to Wuthering Heights, Miss Catherine?

In a rustling green tree, with bright white clouds,

and birds of all sorts pouring music in at all sides.

Only a little while.

And it's only because Linton is too ill to travel here.

You should not be risking so much

to simply visit with your cousin.

Nelly, I love him.

How should you picture heaven?

This, warm by the fire, with you.

You've seen Linton but a handful of times in your life.

He has the worst bit of sickly slip that ever

struggled into his teens, and I'm glad you have

no chance of having him for a husband.

I will see him again.

If I had my father's permission,

I'd spend half of my time with you.

After Papa, I love you better than anyone.

You'd love me better than him

and all the world, if you were my wife.

What are you laughing at?

People often hate their wives.

You are false.

Your father hated his wife.

Why do you say such a thing?

Your mother hated your father, and loved his.

You liar!

You cruel-hearted fiend.

I will not remain another moment in your company.

No, no.

Catherine, please don't leave.

You will come back, won't you?

Only if he's not here.

Your father's getting worse by the day.

If he knew about your trysts, it probably would kill him.

Stop this for his sake, if not for your own.

With all my love, Linton.

Oh, Linton, I'm so sorry it took me so long to get here.

I had to read my father to sleep.

Good evening, Catherine.

It's been so long since you've graced

my house with your presence.

My father is very ill.

The rumor goes he is on his deathbed.

Is that an exaggeration?

I'm afraid not.

Well perhaps I can console you with a gift.

I give you what I have.

It is hardly worth accepting,

but all that I have to give you is my son.

What?

Father wants us to be married.

He knows Uncle Edgar will not approve,

but he is wary of my dying.

Thus, we have to be married in the morning,

and you can return to the Grange in the morning.

I'm not afraid of you.

Give me the key.

Oh, you're not afraid of me.

Your courage is well disguised.

I'm afraid now, because if I stay here

my father will be miserable.

Please, let me go home.

I promise to marry your son tomorrow if you let me go now.

I'll make sure you'll keep your promise.

You will not leave this house till I am your father.

The only father that you will have in a few days.

At least send word to let my father know I'm safe.

His happiest days were over when yours began.

He cursed the day you came into this world.

I did at least.

Heathcliff, you are a cruel man,

but you are not a fiend.

If Father were to die before I returned,

how could I bear to live with myself?

I'm going to kneel here until you look at me.

Please.

Have you never loved anybody in all your life, Uncle?

Ever?

Get your fingers off of me.

I detest you.

Hareton, please, tell my father where I am.

Please?

Father.

Catherine.

Where have you been?

Out on the moors.

But I'm here now.

I'm here.

Well I can go to her now.

I love you.

I've come to fetch you home to Wuthering Heights now.

Her father just died.

Is there no end to your cruelty?

I am seeking a tenant now for this house,

and I want my children about me.

I can give you till morning.

Heathcliff, no.

I'll go, Nelly.

Linton is all I have to love in the world now.

I know he has a simple nature,

but I know he loves me, and for that reason I love him.

Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you,

and however miserable you make us, we will have the revenge

of knowing that cruelty arises from your great misery.

Heathcliff.

Linton is dead.

How do you feel?

He's safe, and I'm free.

I should feel glad, but you have left me so long to struggle

against death alone, now I feel and see only death.

Here is Linton's will.

As you can see, he has bequeathed all that was his

and all that had been yours to me.

The Grange is mine.

Catherine stayed in bed a fortnight.

When Mr. Heathcliff was unsuccessful at finding a tenant

for the Grange, I offered my services at Wuthering Heights.

Not even that would stir my mistress from her bed.

And that brings us to now.

It is a remarkable tale.

I shall never forget it.

Now get some sleep, sir.

Quite all right.

I must collect my thoughts.

Oh, it is morning.

We've talked all through the night.

I'll be going back to the Grange now.

I must rid myself of this awful place.

Thank you, Miss Dean, for the accommodation and the insight.

I do wish there was more.

It's good to see you, Miss Catherine.

Are you feeling any better?

I suppose.

I found some of your mother's books.

Would you like to read one to us?

I am well aware that some people now begin to doubt

about witchcraft or, at any rate, feign to do so.

How dare you touch me? Get away from me!

I despise you.

I would have given my life for one kind word

when you were my jailer, but you kept off.

I asked Mr. Heathcliff...

Be silent!

I would rather be anywhere

than hear your detestable voice in my ear.

Continual, continuous streef.

Str, strife, strife.

No, no.

Stay out of that room.

Strife.

He's just like the cart horse, isn't he, Nelly?

He does his work, he eats his food,

and sleeps eternally.

Do you ever dream, Hareton?

Hareton, can you hear me?

Go to the devil, and let me be.

I have found that I want and am glad to be your cousin.

Well I shall have nothing to do with you

and your mucky pride and damn mocking tricks.

I'll go to hell, body and soul,

before I look sideways at you again.

You should be friends with your cousin.

- Friends? - Mm-hm.

When she hates me and thinks me not fit to wipe her boots?

It is not I who hates you. It is you who hates me.

You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does.

You're a damn liar.

Why have I made him angry then

by taking your part 100 times?

I didn't know you took my part.

I was miserable and bitter at everyone, but

now I thank you.

And ask you to forgive me.

Catherine.

What should I have done, Nelly?

He wouldn't shake my hand, and he wouldn't look.

Nelly, since Hareton won't speak to me,

can you tell him that, if he takes this book,

I'll teach him to read it?

And if he refuses it, I'll go upstairs

and never tease him again.

Hareton.

You'll be ashamed of me every day of your life,

and more ashamed the more you know me.

So you won't be my friend?

I thought I had cured you of your laughing.

It was me.

Mr. Heathcliff, might I plant a small flower garden

on the north side of the house?

No.

She already has.

What is your grievance, Joseph?

Her and Hareton, they pulled up three of my fine firs.

She's bewitched the lad with bold eyes and forward ways.

Pull the flowers up.

How can you begrudge me a few yards of earth

when you have taken all my land?

Your land? You insolent slut.

You never had any.

And my money.

Enough.

And Hareton's land and money.

If you strike me, Hareton will strike you,

so you might as well sit down.

Don't intend to rouse him against me.

You should avoid putting me into a passion.

Take her out of my sight.

Why don't you eat, Papa?

Go.

I don't know how you can stand to be away from her.

Go, please.

Please.

Leave me.

Heathcliff.

It is a poor conclusion, is it not, Nelly?

My old enemies have not beaten me,

and now is the precise time

to revenge myself on their children.

I could do it, and no one could hinder me.

Where's the use?

I have lost the sense of their destruction.

Want a cup of tea?

There is a strange change, Nelly.

In every tree, in every cloud,

filling the air at night and caught by glimpses

in every object by day.

I am surrounded by her image.

The most ordinary faces mock me with resemblance.

The entire world is a dreadful memorandum

that she did exist and I have lost her.

I cannot continue in this condition, Cathy.

I have a single wish,

and my entire being is yearning to attain it.

I have yearned for so long and so unwaveringly

that I am convinced it must be reached

because it has devoured my existence.

It has been long flight,

and I wish it were over.

Heathcliff.

Whereas the contrary brings bliss

and is a pattern of celestial peace.

To you, I've made myself worse than the devil.

Morning, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

Joseph.

Joseph!

Hareton!

And still, I don't like being by myself in this house.

I cannot help it.

I should be glad when they leave it

and shift over to the Grange.

Hareton and Catherine are going to the Grange then?

Aye, as soon as they're married on New Year's Day.

Since you're vacating the Grange,

there's no use for you staying in this dreary house.

Who would live here then?

Joseph will take care of the house,

but the rest of it will be shut up.

For the use of such ghosts that choose to inhabit it.

Nay.

I believe the dead are at last at peace.

They are afraid of nothing.

Together, they would brave Satan and all his legion.

I wonder how anyone can imagine unquiet slumbers

for the sleepers in that quiet earth.

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