All language subtitles for Wuthering Heights (TV 2009) Part 2__01hr 08mn 23s_itv.com version

You do not know me, Nelly?

Look!

I'm not a stranger!

Is it really you, is it?

Yes.

Heathcliff.

Are they at home? Where
is she? Is she here?

Speak!

Speak!

Yes, Nelly, what is it?

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

When I read your note I thought
I would never see you again.

Why didn't you believe
that I would return?

Not angry, my love.

Not now.

Poor Heathcliff.

I shall think it a dream tomorrow!

I'll not be able to believe
that I have seen and touched

and spoken to you once more.

When can we be alone?

When?

The Master would like you to
bring your guest in, Madam.

He thinks it unseemly for you to be
standing out here with a gentleman.

Edgar! Edgar!

Heathcliff's come back!

Well, well, don't strangle me for that!

I know you didn't like him. Yet for
my sake, you must be friends now!

Cathy, try to be glad,
without being absurd!

The whole household need
not witness the sight of

your welcoming a runaway
servant as a brother!

Look who I discovered in the hall.

Has Mr Heathcliff not changed
beyond all recognition, Edgar?

Not entirely. No.

Sit down, sir.

Mrs Linton, recalling old times, would
have me give you a cordial reception,

and, of course, I am gratified when
anything occurs to please my wife.

Your wife. Oh, yes.

I heard you married only yesterday.

A pity you did not come
sooner, Mr Heathcliff,

you could have made
merry at the celebrations.

I am not much of a one for
making merry, Miss Isabella.

Too busy making your fortune, no doubt.

And what would make you
think I have made a fortune?

I can see by your bearing and your dress

that you have not spent your time away
from us trading horses and reading fortunes

as some might think.

That much is true.

So, are we to learn how you have
made your money, Mr Heathcliff?

The same way as any man. By taking
advantage of other men's weaknesses.

You must forgive Heathcliff, Mr Linton.

He always liked to provoke.

Cathy, unless we are to
have cold tea, I am thirsty

and Mr Heathcliff will have a long walk,

wherever he may lodge tonight.

Not so far, really. I am
staying at the Heights.

Hindley invited me this
morning when I called.

Hindley invited you! Really?

Yes, I called to enquire
about Miss Earnshaw.

Sorry, I mean Mrs Linton.

Have you no fear of the consequences of fixing
your dwelling with your ancient persecutor?

I think my strong head
will keep me from danger.

And your brother can hardly be made morally
worse than he is already now, can he?

I always imagined you might end
up marrying Hindley, Miss Isabella.

Me?

I think not. Not nearly handsome enough.

Miss Isabella has a suitor?

I would hardly call
Mr Brendan a suitor.

Well, as I'm sure Cathy will tell you,

the female heart can feel a
sudden and irresistible attraction

towards the most unlikely of men.

Wouldn't you agree, ...

Edgar?

I know what my own heart tells me and

that is all any man needs
to know as far as I can tell.

Well, it seems we have all grown
wiser in the years of my absence.

Indeed, sir.

I hope that is true.

Do you not have a greeting
for your aunt, darling?

Who has taught you the fine
manners, eh?

So how has married life been
treating you this past month?

Where is he?

Out on the moors

Inspecting some land I have for sale.

He imagines he outflanks me.

He will destroy you.

He pays me good rent.

For living here?

For sleeping in your old room.

"Horse whip for you
and a fiddle for me."

What?

You don't remember, do you?

Why did you not come sooner?
I have waited weeks to see you!

I am a married woman.

Every movement is
monitored and remarked upon.

You have made yourself a pretty prison, have
you not, by being too impatient to marry.

You gave me not a word.

In three years, not one indication
whether you were alive or dead.

When I heard that you were to
marry I had one thought in my head.

I would return, have one glimpse of
your face, settle my score with Hindley

then prevent the law by executing myself.
Now I see I should have stuck to my guns.

You knew when I was to marry, and you did not
return in time to stop me from taking such a step?

You had already betrayed
me with your heart.

So you returned on my
wedding day to punish me?

- What is that?
- What?

There is a look in your eyes.

My God! I think it is guilt.

You have been with him, haven't you?

- You have laid with Edgar, haven't you?
- He is my husband.

You think your pretend
marriage matters to me?

How am I to look at you?
How am I to touch you

knowing that his milky feeble hands
have held you as I am holding you?

- You disgust me!
- I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

Forgive me.

What have I done?

What have I done?

How about a game of three's up? Hm?

You call it, you win it all back.

- Every penny.
- And what if I should call wrong?

I'd take you to the yard, strip
you of your shirt and flog you,

just as you flogged me.

Mr Heathcliff, I think it's nearly daylight
out there. We'd probably best be going.

Now, now, Saul.

I bring you Hindley night in, night out,

plump with cash, ripe for the plucking.

I think it's only good manners that you
stay until Hindley's fate is decided.

What do you say, Hindley?

My cash against the skin on your back.

Then my blood?

Why not?

Why not?

Call it.

Tails.

Heads.

Saul,

behind the stable door
you will find a whip.

Oil each tail so they don't
snag in his open wounds.

I think perhaps you've humiliated
him enough, Mr Heathcliff.

I cannot feel any satisfaction
for the humiliation

I have heaped upon him so far.

And the more revenge I get,
the greater my appetite for it.

The lad, sir. Think about Hareton.

You are a good man, Saul.

A good man.

I could have been a good man
once but then I met Hindley.

One day I must sit you down and
you can tell me how to be good.

Gentlemen,

thank you for a diverting evening.

See yourselves out.

Are you well, my love?

Just a little tired.

Perhaps now the weather grows finer,
we will see some more of Mr Heathcliff.

I think Mr Heathcliff has
satisfied his curiosity

and from now on we shall
see very little of him.

That is a shame.

Why so?

Because I liked him and
I desired his company.

Surely you do not covet the
admiration of Heathcliff?

I hope I misunderstood you.

You've not misunderstood me.

You can't consider him
an agreeable person.

You are a dog in the manger, Cathy,

and desire no-one to be loved
but yourself! That is enough!

You shall not talk to my wife like that
again, Isabella. And you shall apologise!

I am sorry, sister.

I knew you would come in the end!

Is Miss Isabella at home?

Miss Isabella?

Is she home?

Now, come.

I like her too well to let you
absolutely seize and devour her up.

- Besides, I would not approve.
- You would not approve?

You, who have treated me
infernally? Infernally. Do you hear!

And if you flatter yourself that I
don't perceive it, you are a fool.

Darling, do not speak like this.

If you think I can be consoled
by sweet words you are an idiot.

So I will ask you again,

is Miss Isabella at home?

Heathcliff,

I am proud to show you at last somebody
who dotes on you more than myself.

Sister, dear, I really don't think...

I am sure that my poor little
sister in law is breaking her heart

by mere contemplation of your
physical and moral beauty.

Cathy. This is most unfair!

Be kind enough to excuse me.

Cathy forgets that you and I
are not intimate acquaintances

and what amuses her is painful
to me beyond expression.

You had no reason to treat
the poor girl in such a manner.

Do not fret.

I would as soon as put a canary
in the park on a winter's day

than recommend she
bestow her heart on you.

There would be a certain
symmetry though, would there not?

...in Miss Isabella Linton
and I becoming lovers.

Perhaps your fortune has changed you.

My fortune has changed
me in every regard.

Except one.

And if I could change
that too I would do so.

What is this?

This is an agreement that Mr
Heathcliff has the first option

to purchase any more land and
buildings you may wish to sell.

This is the balance of the account, sir.

Joseph! Saddle up Hunter.

I'll find a game in the "Bull" first,
my luck has changed.

Had I known I could ruin that
man in the space of three months,

I would have come back sooner.

I thought I would never find this place.

That's why I told you
to bring Cathy's horse.

She could find her way
up here in the dark.

Is this the place where you
bring all your sweethearts?

Only Cathy before you.

And is that how it
is always going to be?

Cathy before me?

I saw a spirit in you last time
I saw you at the Grange, Isabella,

that has stayed with me.

It is as though your brother
has a woman's gentleness

and you have all the fight.

I cannot tell whether you
are flattering me or not.

Everything you hear about me is bad.

Yet you see some good in me,

else why would you be here?

Perhaps I am attracted
to the bad in you.

No. Do not make a joke of it.

A person who sees good in me is
a sensation I experience so rarely

that it is enough to make me
want to at least try to love you.

I knew you are a man who presented
a darkness to the world

because that is what
protected you best.

And I know your soul
must be in torment

for you to believe
such a thing.

What are you about? Raising this stir?

I said you must let
Isabella alone, I beg you.

Unless you are tired
of being received here

and wish Edgar to draw
the bolts against you!

God forbid he should try!
God keep him meek and patient!

I love Heathcliff more than
you have ever loved Edgar

and he might love me
if you would let him!

I know he could never love a Linton!

And yet he's quite capable
of marrying you to hurt me,

he has as good as told me!

I don't believe you.

What is it to you? I have a
right to kiss her, if she chooses,

and you have no right to object!

I am not your husband.

There is no need for you to be jealous.

If you like Isabella,
you shall marry her.

But, do you like her,
Heathcliff? Tell the truth!

Answer me.

Answer me!

You will not leave here
until you answer me!

If I imagined you wished
me to marry Isabella,

I'd cut my throat!
- Take her, if it pleases you!

You clearly prefer the bliss of
inflicting misery to the bliss of our love!

This is insufferable!

It is disgraceful that you
should own him for a friend

and force his company on me.

Is that how you call it, sir?

I have so far been
forbearing with you, sir.

Your presence is a moral poison that
would contaminate the most virtuous.

For that cause, and to
prevent worse consequences,

I shall deny you, hereafter,
admission into this house.

Cathy, this lamb of yours
threatens like a bull!

It is in danger of splitting
its skull against my knuckles.

I require your instant departure, sir.

One minute's delay will render
it involuntary and ignominious.

- No, I will not move until I hear an apology from you.
- An apology?

After constant indulgence of both men,

I earn for thanks two
samples of blinding gratitude!

Edgar, I was defending you and yours.

Cathy, please get out of my way.

- Apologise.
- Get out of my way!

Make an apology or allow
yourself to be beaten.

All I want is your happiness!

But I am, I must admit,
utterly defeated in this.

Indeed I can only attribute
your spite and venom and betrayal

to some unfathomable damage
deep inside your heart.

To think anything else is to think
so badly of you that I cannot bear it.

Well, I must compliment
you on your taste, Cathy.

This is the slavering thing
you would prefer to me!

Heathcliff! No! I beg you!

Go!

Remain where you are, Cathy.

I shall not stay. But I wish to
learn whether after this day's events,

you intend to continue your intimacy...

Oh, for mercy's sake! Just
let us hear no more of it!

To get rid of me
- answer my question.

Will you give up Heathcliff
hereafter or will you give up me?

It is impossible to be my
friend and his at the same time

and I absolutely require
to know which you choose.

- You cannot make me choose!
- I demand it!

And if I choose to
remain friends with him?

Then I shall ask you
to leave this house.

May I speak?

To chastise me for my weakness?
To mock me for my kindness?

If you hear me out and
you still want me to leave,

then I shall relinquish
any claim I have on you.

Very well.

If you cast me out, you shall cast out both
your wife and child. I am with child, Edgar.

I'm with child.

- I came to you.
- So I see.

Though after your brother's
threats and entreaties,

I had rather you didn't.

He has, after all, threatened my life.

Cathy is with child.

You are lying.

Has Edgar put you up to this?

Sir,

any loyalty I feel in
this is entirely to you.

That is why I have come
here to tell you this.

Even though he warned me
that if I was insane enough

to encourage what he
calls my worthless suitor,

he will dissolve all bonds of
relationship between him and me.

Yet, as you see, I am here.

Feed and water the
horses then bed them down.

My bride and I shall be
staying here for the night.

Could you...? My fastenings.

Thank you.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

She's gone.

Isabella has gone. She has
run off with Mr Heathcliff!

This is not true. It cannot be.

The lad who fetches the milk told me they
were spotted two miles out of Gimmerton.

And I have checked her room
and her bed is not slept in

so they have a day's start!

How will you catch up with them?

She went of her own accord. She
had a right to go if she pleased.

No, master. She is bewitched!

Hereafter she is only my sister
in name, not because I disown her,

but because she has disowned me.

And who will tell the
mistress of this turn of events?

No-one.

Since Isabella is no longer
a member of her family,

she needn't be troubled by news of her.

Yes, sir.

- You are deceiving me!
- Shush, mistress.

I promised the Master
I would not tell you.

I thought it might help
you to accept your new life

- if you knew what Heathcliff
- If I knew what?

That Heathcliff has betrayed me? That
he has put a knife through my heart?

- Give over that talk!
- Stop that! Miss Cathy.

Mistress!

Get off me!

Just stop that!

Please, my love.

Please.

It's all right, my love. It's all right.

You were dreaming.

Stay with me, Nelly.

If only I were in my
own bed in the old house.

And that wind rattling
against the lattice.

Do let me feel it.

It comes straight down
the moor. Let me...

Let me have one breath!

When will Heathcliff return?

I do not know.

If he felt anything for you he
would never return and let you be.

Now try and put him out of your mind.

I cannot, Nelly.

I cannot.

He will not let me.

Where are we going?

Although it may not
appear to be the case,

I have tried over these past four
months to make myself love you

but I cannot.

What is preventing such
a thing from happening?

- I think you know.
- Nevertheless,

I would like to hear you say her name.

Your eyes detestably
resemble your brother's...

a dove's eyes, an angel's eyes.

So I cannot bear to look at
them without wishing you ill.

I abandoned my elegancies, my comforts
and my friends of my former home

to marry you.

You married me under a delusion.

Then you shall let me go
home to the Grange, sir.

You shall go home

but not to the Grange. The
Heights will be your home

and I will not have you
disgracing me by rambling abroad.

I cannot allow that.

Surely in your heart you feel some pity.

I have no pity.

I have no pity.

Joseph! Joseph!

Where are you? Damn you.

Is he come back then?

I thought he had gone for good.

We came just now.

But he left me and as I
don't know where he is...

Be sure to lock your door.

I cannot resist going up
there with this every night

and trying his door.

If once I find it open,

he's done for!

What is it?

I am tired after my journey.

I will show you to your room.

- My room?
- I sleep in here.

What news is there of Cathy?

Mrs Linton has not been well.

She'll never be like she
was, but her life is spared.

If you really have a regard for her,
you'll shun crossing her way again.

I must exact from you a promise that
you'll get me an interview with her.

I say you must not.

And you never shall through
my means. She is too weak.

Consent or refuse, I will see her!

You know as well as I do

for every thought she spends on
Edgar, she spends a thousand on me.

And if I thought it were otherwise,
two words would comprehend my future...

death and hell.

Do not persist in this, sir,

or I shall be obliged
to inform my master

and he shall take measures
to secure his house.

- Who did you see today,
Nelly? - No-one in particular.

Joseph at church, of course,
outpraying the Bishop as usual.

You're lying to me, aren't you?

You have too much imagination
and I have too little.

I cannot make sense of you some days.

I know he is back.

I can feel him close, so there
is no use in trying to deceive me.

Why am I so changed?

Well, you eat so little and you will
not drink and you've made yourself weak.

I wish I were outdoors.

I wish I were a girl again...

- half savage, hardy and free.
- Come, come.

You are a young woman. You are going to
bring a new young life into the world.

You are blessed, if
only you could see it.

Open the window wide again.

Open it.

I will not give you a death of cold.

I'm not helpless yet. I'll do it myself.

Heathcliff!

Heath...Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Come on, she was seen out there, sir.

I think she will have
headed up to the crags, sir!

If we waste time going
there and you are wrong...

It is where she went as a child.
It was a favourite place for...

For both of them.

Cathy!

Cathy!

My love!

Cathy!

My love!

Cathy! Cathy!

- Cathy!
- I see no sign of she, sir.

Cathy!

Cathy!

Cathy!

Oh, Cathy.

My love.

Am I come home?

Yes.

Yes, you are home. We are home.

And we will wander these
moors for all eternity.

I thought you had forgotten me.

You know that I could as soon forget you

as my own existence.

And what of Edgar and...

There is no Edgar.

There is no Hindley.

There is just you and I.

Just you and I.

Cathy!

She is here.

Damn you. She is here!

The pneumonia has a grip on her lungs.

She has neither the constitution
nor, it seems, the will to recover.

Hell, is that all you can say?
Is there nothing you can do?

It'll be a miracle if I can keep
her alive until she's gone full term.

I believe if the child is not
born tonight, neither will survive.

Dear, sweet Edgar.

Why could you not love someone
worthy of your affection

and gentleness?

You know our child will be
loved and cherished, do you not?

But not too tame.

Our child shall wander
the moors and be free

as any child must with your
blood running through their veins.

When I was a child,

my father went on a trip.

And he asked me and my sister
what presents we would like.

I chose a fiddle.

And my sister, already a good rider,

asked for a new whip.

But when he returned he did not
bring us what we had asked for,

he had brought you instead.

Cathy is dying.

And you grew and grew
like a big fat cuckoo

and now look at you sitting there as
if you are already master of the house.

Your sister is dying.

Cathy is dying.

You do not fool me, Heathcliff.

You wear your finer feelings like
you wear those gentleman's clothes...

badly. You are nothing
more than a gypsy bastard

and so your love for Cathy
can only be a pretend love.

Your grief for her, a pretence.

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

- Stop!
- Don't you say her name!

Don't you say her name!

Don't you say her name!

- No!
- Stop!

- You will kill him!
- You will hang for it!

I long to die!

I would die a thousand deaths

if I knew she were waiting for me!

I am leaving now.

I think it fair that you
let me leave unmolested.

- Be gone!
- After all,

it is better to be hated
by you than loved by you.

I see that now.

So I think I owe you a
queer sort of gratitude

that you spared me your love
and its murderous effects.

Be gone! Be gone!

Will you let me see Cathy
or must I fight my way in?

She is weak.

- She is dying.
- Then you know she would wish to see me.

Obey her dying wishes even if
you no longer take heed of mine.

Sleep, my love, sleep. Sleep, my love!

Let me die in your arms.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave me.

Edgar.

Edgar.

Oh, Edgar! How sweet it
feels to see you again.

I beg your forgiveness!

Forgiveness? I have
nothing to forgive you.

- Then you are not angry?
- I am not angry.

I am sorry to have lost you,

especially as I can never
think you will be happy.

I am carrying his child, Edgar!

And I have nowhere and nothing!

Please. How can I make amends?

If you should really wish to oblige me,

then return to the villain you married
and persuade him to leave the country.

Do not close your heart to me!

Do not close your heart!

The servants are returning from church.
My master will not be far behind.

I cannot go.

I shall not go, I tell you. For
heaven's sake! Just go for one hour.

I will come to you when the
master leaves the house, please.

Not for one minute!

You must.
Mr Edgar will be up immediately!

I promised her.

This will be the last time.

She begged me to stay!

- She does not know
what she says.

What in God's name?

Unless you are a fiend, you will take her!
You will take her and you will comfort her.

I shall not refuse to go out of doors.

But I will stay in the garden,

and mind you keep to your word, Nelly.

I shall be under the larch trees.

Nelly, send for Dr Kenneth.
Now, send for him, woman!

Doctor, thank God.

Please come. Please.

Her breathing is shallow.
I fear for our baby.

She's dead.

I didn't have to wait
for you to learn that.

Stop snivelling before me.

Damn you all. She wants
none of your tears.

Yes, she's dead.

Gone to heaven, I hope.

Oh, did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch.

Your pride cannot blind God.

How did she die?

She lay with a sweet smile on her
face and her baby at her breast.

His bastard lived, then.

Cathy's life closed in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly
in the other world.

May she wake in torment!

I pray one prayer

I repeat it till my tongue stiffens...

Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest,

not while I'm living.

You said I killed you.

Haunt me, then.

Be with me always.

Take any form. Drive me
mad, but don't leave me

in the abyss, where I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

Being married will will not be such
a bad thing, will it, Catherine?

I'm going to see my father.

This locket was your mother's.

I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter.

I defy you to frighten me!

Have you heard how your
wife speaks to me, Linton?

If you cannot take her in hand
perhaps I'll have to do so myself.

Linton loves me and for
that reason I love him.

Mr Heathcliff, you
have nobody to love you

and however miserable you make us,

we shall still have the
revenge of thinking that

your cruelty rises from
your greater misery!

Nelly! Nelly!

- Is he still alive?
- Yes.

Yes, my angel, he is!

Forgive me. Please forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive.

Tell me one thing, Catherine,
and tell me the truth.

Do you love Linton?

Will he make you happy?

He will make me very happy, Father.

And Mr Heathcliff has said
that we shall live here -

Linton and I together.

And we will fill the house
with children and happiness.

Then I can go to her.

I have been very happy
with my little Catherine.

Oh, I see. Playing the loyal
servants to the last, are we?

Make haste and get my
daughter's things together.

And don't oblige me to compel you.

Why not let Catherine continue here?

And send Master Linton to her.

I'm seeking another
tenant for the Grange.

And I want my children
about me, to be sure.

You are on my property.

Stand to one side, else I'll
have the constable on you!

This is Green, my solicitor.

He will give each of
you a notice to quit.

Put it down there.

It is cold up here.

Perhaps you should come down and
sit by the fire for a few moments,

just while Linton sleeps.

I will stay up here.

I brought you a book.

Nelly said you might like it.

Thought you might be
in need of distraction.

Catherine, come and sit
by the fire, my love.

Just while Linton sleeps.

We'll listen out for
him, won't we, Hareton?

Thank you.

Lapwing. Bonny bird,

it wheels over your head on the moor
and he's trying to get to his nest.

Perhaps, one day we could take
a walk and look for nests.

That one we could.

I have been to my solicitor.

Linton has bequeathed me
all of his estate.

When he dies, you will be destitute.

You'll have no need for books!

If I am as poor as you say,
then I have every need of books

to help me escape my miserable fate!

What a hideous tyrant.

And you... sitting there like
a dumb ox while he abuses me!

- What was I supposed to have done?
- "What was I supposed to have done?"

Stand up to the fiend!

How would you like it
if I abused your father?

He's not your father.
Hindley was your father

and Heathcliff ruined him and
drove him to an early grave.

Heathcliff showed me
more love than my father.

Yes. So that he could trick you
out of your rightful inheritance.

Don't speak of Heathcliff like that!

- I'd rather you would abuse me.
- Very well.

I had thought your dumb state
was down to your upbringing

but now I see it is
the state you prefer,

much like a dog or a cart-horse!
And if I ever needed proof,

it is your cowardice in not standing

- to that man!
- You're a damned liar!

Why have I made him angry,
by taking your part then?

A hundred times?

I shall have nothing to do
with you and your mucky pride

and your damned mocking tricks!

I shall go to hell, body and soul,

before I look sideways at you again!

Is that true,

what Hareton said about taking my part?

He has taken beatings
for you. That is true.

Why does he insist on
defending Heathcliff?

Because he is attached to him by ties

stronger than reason can break

and it is cruel of you
to try and loosen them.

Come in, Cathy.

Cathy, do come, please.

Please come in.

Oh, do once more.

Oh, my love.

Oh, my heart's darling,

I ask you once more.

Please end it.

End my agony!

Let me in! Let me in!

- Let me in.
- Cathy.

Hold me, my love!
Hold me.

Hold me, my love!

Hold me.
Hold me.

Cathy!

Cathy, do come, my love.

Do come, my love.

- Do come.
- Mr Heathcliff.

Mr Heathcliff.

- You must come.
- My love... I...

You must come.

Mr Heathcliff,

my husband, your son,

he's dead.

- My son?
- Linton.

Linton is dead.

Our Father who art in Heaven,

hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done

on Earth as it is in Heaven.

Now, Catherine,
how do you feel?

How do you feel,
Catherine?

He's safe and I'm free.

I'm sorry.

And I am sorry for the
things I said to you.

I did not mean it.

I was miserable and bitter at everybody

and I would like you to forgive me.

Is Catherine not here?

She is upstairs.

I picked some flowers
from over at the Grange.

- Oh, did you?
- Seemed a shame to waste them.

They were the last of the summer.

If he finds you in
here, he will punish you.

He can't hurt me. I
think even he knows that.

I thought we could be friends,

even though you'll be ashamed of me.

I will not be.

I think I would like a friend.

It is one of my mother's exercise books.

How she loved Heathcliff.

What are you two doing in here?

I wanted to feel close to
what is left of my family.

I'm the only person to blame. Hareton
stayed with me at my insistence.

And who the devil gave you
leave to set one foot in here!

And who ordered you to obey her?

You shouldn't grudge me one room when
you have taken everything from me!

You insolent slut!

You never had anything!

If you strike me,
Hareton will strike you!

If Hareton does not turn
you out of this room,

I will strike him back to hell!

Hareton,

take her. Take her and leave me.

All of you, leave me now!

She must learn to avoid
putting me in a passion.

You once told me that love would only
bring me grief and pain and suffering.

I have seen nothing in my life

to change that opinion otherwise.

You misled me,

not purposely I don't
suppose but you were wrong.

If that is true,

then my whole life's
endeavours have been wrong too.

Is that what you would have me believe?

I would have you believe
whatever brings you peace.

Would that not be a poor conclusion?

An absurd termination
to my violent exertions?

I feel for you in
such a variety of ways.

In the first place, your
startling likeness to Cathy

fearfully connected you with her. But
then what is not connected with her to me?

And what does not recall her?

The entire world is a dreadful
collection of memoranda

that she did exist and
that I have lost her.

You have...

no feeling of illness, have you?

No, I have not.

I never felt stronger.

I think first you should
kiss me for minding so well.

Five kisses if you read it
through with no further blunders.

No.

No.

No! No!