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- Stay with me.

What more do you want?

What else am I supposed to do?

Tell me!

Show me!

Come back to me, Catherine!

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

- Heathcliff.

- Ah. Good girl, Harper.

Good girl.

Ah, hello there, sir.

Good morning.

My name is Mr. Lockwood.

Now, I believe Mr. Heathcliff is expecting...

- This your horse...

I'll put her over in the stable for you.

- That's very kind of you, thank you.

- The door will be open.

- Uh...

Well, no. I-I think I'll knock actually, thank you.

It's-it's quite ill-mannered to enter

one's home that's not their own.

Come inside.

- Hello.

Hello.

Hello.

Anyone there?

Oh. Um, Mr. Heathcliff?

- I was taught it rude to enter someone's home unannounced.

How were you raised?

With dogs?

- Certainly not, sir.

I do fervently apologise,

but I assure you I-I was granted access by your groundskeeper.

- I did not intend for this to be our first introduction, sir.

I'm Mr. Lockwood, your delighted new tenant.

- Why are you here?

- I thought it only polite to come and introduce myself

before taking up occupancy at your residence.

- You should never have come.

- You shouldn't have come,

because there's a storm on its way.

- Aye.

Lord help us.

A storm I'm sure sent to cleanse.

All animals know it.

All in a fright.

- Oh, my-my horse.

Will she be all right out there?

- Joseph, send Mr. Lockwood to the fire.

And fetch us two glasses of wine.

- Follow me.

- Well, um...

I-I-I'd best be off.

Back to my own lodgings.

And please pass on my apologies once more to Mr. Heathcliff.

It's clear to me that he was not prepared

nor expecting my arrival on this day.

And, well, I-I'm sorry for any inconveniences that I may

have caused.

Really.

Oh, Jesus, Lord!

- Don't use the Lord's name in that manner!

- Mr. Joseph.

Mr. Joseph, sir.

All the animals are in a madness.

This sir's horse was acting mad since he brought it me.

Now he's gone done away.

- Done away?

What on earth are you talking about, boy?

- Gone, sir!

Gone!

- Hareton!

Calm down.

- Calm down?!

What on earth are you talking about?

Look, this is his fault.

I can assure you, Joseph has never been at fault

when it comes to animals.

- I suppose likely because he is one.

- Aren't we all?

- is not going to be happy about this.

- Of course I'm not happy about this!

My damn horse has run off!

- Joseph, you'll do what you can to help retrieve

Mr. Lockwood's horse.

- Aye, sir.

Whatever it may take.

- First, he gives me false permission to enter your property,

and then, and then he can't even tie up my bloody horse

correctly.

I should really never have come here in the first place.

Capable.

- You can take stay here tonight...

... until the storm passes.

It's not safe travelling in these lands,

especially in this weather,

and when you've not lived here your entire life.

- Well, thank you, Mr. Heathcliff.

That-that's very kind.

- By morning, Joseph will have your horse returned.

I'm certain of it.

Hareton,

send Mr. Lockwood to a room, so he can lay his inflamed head.

- Sir.

- Thank you.

- Oh, lady of the house.

- Back tomorrow, sir.

- Oh, my.

- I'm, uh...

- I'm sorry your horse done way, sir.

- Hmm?

Oh, no, no.

It's-it's my fault, really.

I should've gone straight to Thrushcross Grange.

Not sure what I was thinking.

- Well, if that's all, sir, till the morning.

- Yeah, no. Th-thank you.

My god.

Catherine.

- Let me inside you

- Let me go!

- What are you doing?!

- There was a woman.

A woman. I swear to God, in the window.

- I don't care for your fantasies.

What are you doing in this room?!

- I did not choose to be put in this room, sir!

- As soon as the sun has risen, you are out, Mr. Lockwood.

- With pleasure, Mr. Heathcliff.

- Oh, come in.

- Oh, Mr. Lockwood, sir.

Joseph from Wuthering Heights has arrived,

and he has someone very special with him.

- Oh, Harper.

Oh.

My darling girl.

Oh.

I am so pleased to see you, darling.

Thank you.

- An animal clearly looked after by lord himself.

Look really, I found her as she were.

Good steed.

- Yes, she is.

Thank you, Joseph.

Thank you.

And, um, Mr. Heathcliff?

- Best you stay clear.

- All right.

Let's go home.

- I'm losing you more frequently.

I have to try harder.

- Tea, sir?

- Oh, yes. Thank you, Nelly.

- Nice and hot this morning.

- I think I shall need it.

- Oh.

- I feel I must return to Wuthering Heights.

My, um, my last visit or...

rather my first visit, um...

concluded in some angst , and I wish to rectify it.

- I wouldn't bother about that, sir.

I'm sure Mr. Heathcliff's not weighed down by it.

- It doesn't feel right to leave it in that manner,

and I really don't care what they, or rather, Mr. Heathcliff,

whether he approves or wishes it.

I-I-I feel I must return and wipe the slate clean, start anew.

- Why don't we invite him here, sir?

- I know he wouldn't come.

- Well, it wouldn't hurt to ask.

- The relationship between a tenant and his landlord

should be far more amicable.

- He's not of sound mind, sir.

- No, I think that's completely obvious,

wouldn't you say?

Although, I-I can't help but feel sorry for the poor man.

- I'm afraid there's no hope for a man like him.

He's too damaged, sir.

A-a lost cause.

Always an outsider.

Brought here as an orphan.

Heartbreak, sir.

It can send a man to madness.

- Who-who was the lucky lady then?

- Lady Catherine Linton.

Just as lost a soul as he.

- Um, sorry, Catherine?

- They had a love so deep,

it engulfed them.

You could say they were made for each other.

But neither she nor her family would ever agree.

- That's poetic.

What happened?

She died, sir.

But she broke his heart long before that.

- Are you not gonna ask me what's the matter?

- I didn't think there were anything wrong, miss.

- Well, I'm quite unhappy.

- So little cares,

and yet you still struggle to find contentment.

It's a shame, really.

- I must tell you a secret, if you're to keep it.

- Is it worth keeping?

- Today, Edgar, asked for my hand in marriage.

Before I tell you which was my answer,

you must tell me what you think it ought to have been.

- Well, after you witnessed your behavior till the day,

I would say you best to refuse.

As he must be either stupid or mad.

- I accepted him, Nelly.

- You accepted him?

Well then, it is done, Catherine.

You gave your word, you can't take it back.

- But what if I'm wrong?

- Do you love him?

- Of course I do.

What a silly question.

- Why do you love him?

- He's handsome and rich and kind.

And he'll give me a good life.

- Well, then, what's to be unhappy about?

- Because I can't help but feel wrong in me soul, Nelly.

But it would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now.

So, he shall never know how I love him.

Not because he's handsome, Nelly.

But because he's more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls are made of,

his and mine are the same.

- And then he were gone into the night.

It were years before we saw him again.

Catherine went on to marry Edgar and reside here

in this very house.

I think she loved him.

But it were a different kind of love,

if you know what I mean.

- Thank you.

- What's mine is yours.

He'll be the one.

I'm certain of it.

- Mr. Lockwood.

- Hello. Um...

I am sorry for calling on you at such a late time,

and-and interrupting your dinner.

Frightfully awful weather we have out there.

It's ve-very chilly.

One could catch one's death.

- Mr. Lockwood, this is Catherine.

- Catherine?

- Well, now, that's a funny thing.

I-I was told early today that...

Poor old Nelly.

She must be confused or in a state of exhaustion.

It's really rather funny.

She insisted that you were in fact deceased.

- I am most certainly alive.

My mother, who shares me same name, however, is not.

- Oh, I am most profusely sorry, miss.

- Mr. Lockwood.

- No, no, no. I had intended to wipe the slate clean,

and-and-and-and start anew.

But once again, I have put my foot in it and...

Well, I just won't disturb you anymore.

- Nonsense.

Take a seat.

You travelled all this way, you might as well eat.

It was a long time ago and not worth dwelling on.

And don't mind her, she has a dagger for a tongue.

- And an unruly attitude.

- But it's only in jest.

- Oh, a trickster.

Oh, I see. Oh, very good.

So, it's you we have to thank that caused all the

altercations in the first place, then.

- Excuse me?

- Well, was it not you at my bedroom window

the other night intending to cause me such a fright?

- It certainly was not.

- Oh.

Well, you certainly were the-the girl who invited me into

the house in the first place, then.

- And who is this man and why is he talking to me?

- And you, you were in on it too, weren't you?

You, you little scoundrel. You...

Telling me that she weren't to be home until the morrow.

Yes, I, I understand it all now.

A jest. Very... very funny indeed.

- Well, that settles it.

To a clean slate.

- Yes.

- Um...

I-I am most sorry for mentioning your wife...

in that manner earlier.

- She was not my wife.

- If you're too hot, you can move away from the fire.

- Oh..

Th-thank you. No, no.

Um...

It's the strangest thing, really.

I-I-I'm rather cold.

It feels like there's a...

There's an awful chill in this room.

No?

No.

Mmh.

Uh, I-I'm not, I'm not quite sure what's come over me.

I'm afraid I-I really, I really feel I ought to try and...

... try and leave this place.

- It seems you may have caught a fever.

- Or delighted in too much wine.

- Um...

No.

No, no, no.

No, no, um, um...

- I so enjoy making him jealous.

It's just a spot of fun.

I don't really mean any harm by it.

Especially not to that extent, anyway.

- You excited to marry and have babies, Catherine?

- Not really.

- Oh?

- I'm struggling to see how any man can provide me with

more happiness than I can already provide myself.

And I'm just so jealous of yours and Hindley's love, Frances.

I just don't believe I'll ever be lucky enough

to have what you have.

- Don't worry.

You'll find yours one day.

Look, I'm done.

- Let me see.

Oh, no, Frances.

That's not very good at all.

- Oh.

- Here, let me show you.

- Cathrine, that tickles.

- No, I'm sorry.

Does this tickle too?

- Aha!

What are you doing?

Huh?

You disgusting little creep.

You spied on my wife.

- Can't you hear?

Where the hell is Nelly?!

- She's probably been held back.

- What am I supposed to do?!

- Give me the.

- Stay here.

You stay in here and help your sister-in-law

deliver that fucking baby, now!

- Catherine, please.

- Is this normal?

- Stay here.

I'm gonna get more towels.

- Please. - Please help me.

Please help me.

Please.

- Why do you treat him so poor, Hindley?

Why? Why? Why?

Is he... Is he of our blood?

Huh?

No.

He was...

He was lucky he was even given this life.

I... I have a right.

Everything.

Everything all stripped away from me.

Son hardly notices me anymore.

Swine.

He belongs on a sty.

No.

No, no.

I-I will not.

I will not forgive.

You're the one.

Huh?

You're the one who's a mad man, huh?

Mad for thinking you'll get away with all you've done.

And that...

That little spoiled brat of a sister is disgusting.

Huh?

Incestuous.

I'll put a stop to it.

Believe you me.

Believe you me.

Huh?

He thinks...

He thinks I'm stupid!

Do you think I'm stupid?

- Oh. Oh, my god!

- Anything the matter, sir?

- In-in-in there, in there.

Mr Heathcliff said you caught a sniffle last night, sir.

- What?

- 'Cause you seem quite feverish, sir.

Just calm down.

Calm down.

Just calm down.

You can, uh...

You can catch anything on the moors, sir.

Not to worry, sir.

If you want to get dressed, then we'll, uh, get you home.

Hopefully, the rain holds off.

Sir.

- Oh. Um, good morning, miss.

Um... I was just waiting for Hareton, actually

to, um, escort me home.

You haven't seen him have you?

- Thrushcross Grange is not your home.

- Yeah. Well I-I am it's current tenant.

- I wouldn't have known.

You seem to be always here.

- Right.

- He's most likely in the barn.

- Oh. Yeah.

- I'll show you.

- Ah, thank you.

- You know, you seem quite like your mother.

- That's because you think she and I are the same person.

You didn't know her?

- No, no.

- Well, neither did I.

She died just moments after giving birth to me.

- Oh. I'm sorry.

Well, that same tragedy be felled Hareton

and his mother.

- My father was Edgar Linton.

He grew up, as did I, in Thrushcross Grange.

- Um... Excuse me.

Then-then why on earth do you now reside here?

- Because I married Heathcliff's son.

- You about ready to make way, sir?

- Ah, yes. Thank you.

Um, have you readied my horse?

You-you didn't travel here by horse, sir.

- Oh, right.

Sorry. Of course not.

Um, I'm not sure what I'm thinking, actually.

- Why don't you get him some breakfast?

Put some strength in him first.

- Aye, miss.

Sir.

I'm sorry. Excuse me.

- Thank you.

- Hareton.

- Mmh.

Mmh.

Mmh, mmh.

Mmh.

- Quite the appetite, sir.

- Hmm?

- My apologies.

I'm not quite sure what's come over me, actually.

- Sir.

- Oh, you know, um...

Actually, I saw a portrait of Mr. Heathcliff earlier.

And there was a boy with him.

Have you any idea who that might be?

- That be his son, Linton.

- Oh, yes, Linton.

That's, um, that's Cathy's husband, isn't it?

Where is he?

- Um, I'm not sure, sir.

- Oh.

Hmm.

- Sir.

- He needs to leave.

He cannot be staying here any longer.

Do you understand me?

- Shh.

He's not well.

- Of course he's not.

And I'm surprised.

It's her doing.

- Fever, fainting, sickness and rash.

- Gotta get him out.

I'll take him back myself.

- How are you gonna do that?

On your shoulder?.

Old man.

- Aye.

Best get to praying then...

Fool.

- Hello.

Hello!

Harper?

Joseph.

Jo-Joseph, where's my horse?

Harper.

- He's a bastard.

Foul bastard.

If it weren't for Catherine

I would've left here a long time ago.

- What are you doing, you freak?

I could kill you right now, and no one would care.

- Ah.

- Oh!

- Mr. Earnshaw!

- Mr. Lockwood.

Mr. Lockwood, sir.

Are you well?

- I think maybe you should stay the night, sir.

Get some rest.

Mr. Lockwood, sir!

Oh, oh, sir, sir.

- Oh my god.

Joseph.

- You know...

each person is tempted when he is lured and enticed

by his own desire.

And desire, when that's conceived, gives birth to sin.

And sin, when is fully grown, brings forth death.

- What are you doing at this hour?

- I tried telling him it won't work.

Too much sin inside him, you see?

- What might work?

- You should be in bed, sir.

Or better yet, gone.

- He-hello?

Hello?

Oh, Mr. Heathcliff.

I...

I'm so sorry, I-I didn't mean to...

Forgive me.

I must ask.

What has happened to your son?

- She does still love me.

Can you feel her?

- No.

No, no I...

Your son, Linton.

Where is he?

Do you, do you know?

- I'm aware all the time that I'm losing her.

- Catherine?

- My soul.

I have to do what I can to stay close to her.

I just want to be able to hold her.

To touch her again.

- Oh.

I miss her.

I need her.

My heart swells for her.

- Mmh.

Hello.

Hareton.

I-I'm ready to leave now.

Oh.

Hareton.

Are you in here?

- Go, go.

- No! No!

Uh, ooh.

- Surely not.

You'll be alright.

- Help! Help!

Help!

- Well, what the hell happened?

- Watch your mouth.

- Mr. Heathcliff is gonna be most disappointed

when he finds out he's still here.

- Well, he's not going anywhere anytime soon now

with wound like this.

- Go! Fetch some towels!

- Right, miss. Yes, miss.

- Oh, Ms. Cathy.

Um...

- It proves difficult calling for a doctor.

Just one of the many detriments of living so far away

from civilization.

- Don't pay any attention to Joseph.

He's half blind and a bitter old man.

Angry at the world and himself for allowing Heathcliff

to keep him here.

- Well, the same could be said for all of you, though.

Ah!

- Apologies.

We're not stuck here.

We can leave whenever we want.

Sometimes we choose the wrong path

without knowing and there's not really much you can do

about it until it's too late.

- What is Heathcliff doing in his wing?

- I'm not quite sure what you mean.

Let's just focus on getting you back to health,

shall we?

- Thank you, Cathy.

Well, if I don't die,

I promise I'll try and help you all escape from here.

- Get some rest.

Tonight, Heathcliff killed for me.

Just like he'd once said he would.

- Hey.

- Catherine, what are we doing?

- Spying on the Lintons, of course.

Wonderful.

- Is it?

- I would give my right arm to have been born into

a family like this.

If only we could choose where we're born.

Maybe I'll marry into this family.

- Catherine, how can you say that?

We ought to marry.

We made a promise.

- Heathcliff.

We can't really marry.

You should know this by now.

- You two, what are you doing here?

- Run!

- Catherine!

- Catherine.

- He'll kill you. Go.

- I can't leave you.

- Run!

- I'll come back for you.

- This, for better and for worse, led to my stay at

Thrushcross Grange

Mrs. Linton taught me how to be a true lady.

And I, little by little, fell in love with her son, Edgar.

- No.

No, no.

No.

Please.

I'm sorry,.

In another life,

I'll do better to make you proud.

- Mr. Lockwood.

- What...

What are you doing here?

- Well, I became concerned, sir.

You'd not returned to the Grange in a while,

and I'd-I'd not heard as to a reason why.

- Uh, Nelly I don't, I don't feel safe here.

I think, I think we ought to leave.

- Well, don't you worry.

I'm gonna nurse you back to health.

You've been quite unlucky, haven't you?

- I keep seeing things here.

I don't know what really.

- A casualty of this degree can often lead to delusion.

- No, no, no.

Even before all of this.

I can sense a kind of presence here.

- Oh, no, no, no.

Shh, shh, shh.

Don't you worry, sir.

Now I've made you a concoction, that'll take away the pain.

Now, I have to tell you some sad news, sir.

Harper, she seems to have run away from the Grange again.

I'm so sorry.

Right. I'm gonna fetch you some water.

You can get yourself cleaned up.

Aye.

Right.

I've left you a towel, some water.

You need to take some of this for the fever.

I'll be right outside, if you need me.

- Ready the horses.

No.

A few hours at least.

- Where did you go?

- Aww.

- You're shivering, sir.

Aww, you poor thing.

There, there.

Aww.

Hey.

Let's get you by the fire.

Yeah.

There.

- Who were you talking to?

- When?

- Just now.

- Oh. Hareton, sir.

- Where's Heathcliff?

I-I haven't seen him in a while.

- No.

I wouldn't worry about him.

He's like a cat, that man.

A creature of the night.

He's always come and gone.

It's not unusual for it to be days before anyone sees him.

- Nelly,

how did Catherine die?

- It were childbirth, sir.

Right.

I made you some soup.

Need to get you healthy and strong if we're to make the

journey back.

And sooner rather than later.

- Mr. Lockwood!

You must stay sat.

How do you expect to recover?

- I think, um, we should, we should leave this place, Nelly.

I-I don't believe we're safe here.

- All right.

Eat some of this,

and we'll be out of here before you know it.

This were Mr. Earnshaw's chair.

- What had happened to him?

- Old age.

He slowly became weak and frail.

He were a kind man,

but I do wonder if he were the reason behind Hindley's

great disdain for Heathcliff.

And vice versa.

- Are you dying, sir?

- Ah, I wish that you would call me father.

Have I not been so much to you?

- Perhaps.

It's just that your son has always liked to

mention that you are not.

- Oh, I don't know why you take any regard to that

pitiful excuse of a boy.

If I had one dying wish,

it would be that you call me father.

I didn't have to bring you here, you know?

- But you did.

You didn't have a choice.

Besides, you're not dying anytime soon, are you...

father?

- Well, there's something I need you to be aware of

when I do die.

As Hindley is my only true son,

I am obliged to hand Wuthering Heights over to him.

However, should he pass away before you,

then, it is written that the deeds go into your name,

Heathcliff Earnshaw.

- Father, I...

- Uh, do-do-don't... - What...

- Don't worry about Catherine.

She'll marry some respectable fellow enough.

- Why are you lurking?

Did I just hear that I'll marry a rich fellow?

Tell me.

- I said respectable.

- What if you stayed here?

- I know how much love you have for one another,

but yous can't stay together forever.

- Why not?

- Because you'll grow up, live your own lives,

separate from one another.

- And what if we marry?

- Marry.

Marry?

No, no.

- Hindley's alive.

So how is it that Heathcliff has acquired this place,

and Thrushcross Grange for that matter?

- No, Hindley's not alive, sir.

No. And because he married Edgar's sister, Isabella,

and they had a son.

- Linton, yes, I know.

But listen, I saw Hindley upstairs.

- No, it-it can't have been.

He had an accident in the barn some years ago.

I-I watched him being buried.

- I...

I...

I...

hate...

you.

- Nelly, wake up, wake up.

- W-w-what's the matter?

- We must leave this place, now.

Come on, on your feet, please.

On your feet, go.

- What were that?

- Nothing that has our best interests at heart.

Let's be off. - No, stop!

- Listen to me. Listen. - But you need to calm down.

- Listen to me, listen to me!

Ever since I've stepped inside here,

I knew something was off.

He is killing people, Nelly.

Don't you understand?

Come on, we have to go.

Please, come on with me.

We have to go now.

Oh, my god.

Come on.

- Mr. Lockwood.

Sir! Mr. Lockwood.

Please... - Hurry up.

What is wrong with you?

Mr. Lockwood, please.

- No, no, no.

Mr. Lockwood.

- You don't see him?

- No.

I see what?

- Look at what he did to me.

Hmm?

Your little cherub.

No one, no one could see it.

No one. All the signs were there,

what he was capable of.

And no one believed stupid, drunk Hindley.

Did they?

Hmm?

You never listened to me.

He killed my wife!

My wife!

You know, they're trying to find a way to

bring Catherine back, you know?

Spirit haunting the place isn't good enough for her.

No, no.

Nothing was ever good enough for her.

- Stay there! Stay there!

- What's happening?

- Oh!

- And you!

Ho!

Look at you now.

You're his dog.

You serve him.

You're a disgrace for a son.

- Watch out! - What?

- Mr. Lockwood.

- Please, stop it!

- What's the matter, Nelly?

Are you scared?

Huh?

Do you have any guilt at all?

Hmm?

When you're a ghost, you can't feel anything.

- Nelly!

Nelly.

Nelly.

- I'm sorry.

- Nelly.

- Nelly.

- Catherine!

You.

What have you done?

You made her angry.

- No, no, no.

Please. No.

Where-where are you?

Oh.

Oh, god. Oh, god.

Oh, no!

No.

No, no, no.

No, no.

Please, please.

No!

- She made her way back.

Probably tried to look for you.

Good horse.

Must have cost a pretty penny.

- You are demented, sir!

You are the devil.

- I ask you, Mr. Lockwood.

What would you do if everything that gave your life

meaning was stripped away from you?

- You killed their father.

- I never even knew my father.

- But you killed Hindley's wife.

- I had to marry a woman I didn't even love.

And rear a child that I didn't care about!

- No.

That was your choice.

Where is he?

Where is Linton?

- He was a pathetic excuse for a son.

No wonder it didn't work.

- What didn't work?

- Abraham and Isaac.

It's all a damn lie.

These are the sacrifices that have to be made.

- Oh, my god.

- Do you have any idea what it takes to achieve resurrection?

- You are the devil.

He was your son.

- These are the sacrifices that have to be made.

I ask you again,

what would you do?

- I'd throw myself in the river, if I could.

- Believe me, I tried once.

Shhh.

- yes.

I'm here now.

Shh.

- I can't do this, Nelly.

- Good.

I'll, uh, I'll go get Edgar.

- No!

It's not Edgar I want.

It's Heathcliff I need.

- Edgar!

Come here and talk to me!

- You lost that right a long time ago, Heathcliff.

Go home.

You're not welcome here.

- What are you doing here?

Ehh?

How dare you disrespect the master of this house?

- You've broken my heart, Heathcliff

How strong you are.

How many years do you mean to live after I'm gone?

Huh?

I wish I could hold you till we're both dead.

I shouldn't care what you suffered.

I care nothing for your sufferings.

Why shouldn't you suffer?

Because I do.

Neither of you were good for me.

Will you forget me?

Will you be happy when I'm in the earth?

Will you say, 20 years from now,

that's the grave of Catherine Earnshaw?

I loved her long ago, and I was sad to lose her.

But it's the past.

I've loved many others since.

- Do you not realize that your words will be branded into

my memory?

They'll eat away at me.

Deeper, eternally after you've left me.

You know you'd like to say that you killed me.

Enough!

And Catherine,

you know I'd sooner lose my own existence than yours.

You've done this.

You've killed yourself.

If you love me then what right do you have to leave me?

What right?!

Answer me!

May you not rest as long as I'm living.

You said I killed you, haunt me then.

Take any form, drive me mad.

Only do not leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you.

- I'll do whatever it takes for us to be together again.

Whatever it takes, Heathcliff.

- She craves death.

But we need something more.

More permanent.

Her own blood.

This has to work.

- God willing.

It's what a daughter's made for, to serve her mother!

- No, no no.

Please, Hareton. Help me!

- Let me know you're here, Catherine.

- I'm sorry Cathy.

- What have you done?!

- No.

No!

Wait, wait.

- That was our only chance!

- Hya!

Hya!

- You should have left when you had the chance.

No one,

not anyone one,

could stand in the way of our love.

♪ I was born in blood repenting for the sins of my father ♪

♪ May we always have each other ♪

♪ My love, my love our fate has no remedy ♪

♪ My love, we must play it's melody ♪

♪ My love, our song was so

♪ We must play on and on ♪

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