All language subtitles for Wuthering Heights (TV 2009) Pt.1+Pt.2__02hr 17mn 23s_itv.com version

Come in, Catherine!

Come on in!

Come here!

Don't torture me! End it.

End it!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!

I will not be living here, then?

Your father is eager to
have you live with him.

Is it a long journey, Uncle?

No.

- Catherine, my love.
- He's gone, Nelly.

My cousin is gone.

How am I to love my
father if I don't know him?

All children love their parents.

Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant
a place as Thrushcross Grange?

It is not so buried in trees
and it is not quite so large.

But... You can see the
country beautifully all around.

Be quiet now. No more questions.

You are already looking so pale.

Ah, you've brought it, have you?

I feared I'd have to come down
and fetch my property myself.

One footstep on my land and you
know what would happen to you.

Well, let's see what we can make of it.

Oh, god, what a beauty!

Damn my soul, it is
worse than I expected.

And the devil knows
I wasn't very helpful.

Looks worse than you.

- Do you know me?
- No.

Well, your mother was a wicked slut

to keep you in ignorance of the
sort of father you possessed!

How dare you? I shall
carry him! Give over!

You have hardly the
strength to carry yourself.

Don't leave me!

I'm not staying here. I can't stay here.

- Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar!
- You'd best be kind to your son.

Else as god is my witness, I
shall find a way of hurting you!

I shall be very kind to
him. You needn't fear.

Why could he not stay just one night?

Just long enough for me
to get to know him better.

Because I do not think that is what his
father would wish for him, Catherine.

- Is he far away?
- Exceeding far.

Your father travelled all night.

When Linton's mother died, I wanted
nothing more than to have him with us.

But that is simply not possible.

We will have to remain as we have always
been. Just you and me. And Nelly here.

All I wanted was a friend!

But you took him away and
you will not tell me why!

So it is not like it always was.

It can never be like that any more!

SIX MONTH LATER

TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE
LINTON 1805-1830. AGED 25 YEARS.

Cathy.

Cathy.

Nelly, thank you!

It was Cathy's. Your mother's.

I've kept it these 18 years.

My father is up at
the church, I suppose.

Why does his sadness at Mother's death

always weigh on his
happiness that I was born?

Now, now, chick.

What shall we do to cheer you up?

I know where I wish to go.

Where a colony of moorgame is settled.

That must be a good
distance up. I'm not so sure.

Please, Nelly! You did ask me.

It is my birthday.

All right.

But we must be back within the hour.

Where are they, Miss
Catherine? We must go back.

A little further. Only
a little further, Ellen.

We must go back. We really must go back!

Miss Catherine!

What are you doing, girl?

I was searching for grouse eggs.

On my land?

That would be poaching.

Papa said there were
quantities on the moor.

And I would never have taken
any. I just wished to see them.

And Papa is Mr Linton of
Thrushcross Grange, is he not?

Who are you?

- You don't know me?
- Of course I don't.

Yet I know you.

Catherine.

You may know my name
but you don't know me.

I know enough to know that
today is your birthday.

I was acquainted with your mother.

I know that today is the
anniversary of her death.

I see.

And you saw me and
recognised my mother in me?

No. There is nothing
of your mother in you.

How, then?

Come and meet my son.

You know him already. He
would help explain everything.

Know him? How could I?

Come to my house and see, child.

I will come, but I
think you are mistaken.

Catherine!

Catherine, no!

No, I forbid it!

Now...

Who is that?

Didn't I tell you you knew him?

Linton?

Is that you?

- He's your son?
- Catherine!

I prayed so to see you before I died.

You were so close these past months.

Why did you never come and see me?

Best ask your father that.

My father?

He told me that Linton
was living many miles away.

So you must be my uncle, then!

If you have any kisses,
child, give them to Linton.

We should go, young lady!
You should not have come here!

Why? Because I would discover
that my cousin should be so close?

Make yourself at home, Nelly.

Your old chair still sits there for you.

You lived here too?

She did indeed. And she
raised your mother here.

Is this true, Nelly?

She raised me also.

Although I don't know if Nelly looks
at me with pride for the job she did.

Now son,

have you nothing you can
go and show your cousin?

Take her to the stables
to see the horses.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

I love being out of doors, don't you?

Hareton! Come here.

You shall have to
settle for Hareton here.

Isn't he a handsome lad?

Go with her around the farm.

Behave like a gentleman,
mind. And don't stare.

There.

Now you have a challenger
for your cousin's heart.

It's some damnable writing,
but I cannot read it.

Perhaps I could help you to read.
If your master would allow it.

My master? My master?!

Damn you!

I'll see thee damned before
tha' calls me servant!

I'm sorry if I gave offence.

He's not a servant.

He's your cousin too.

My cousin?

I have tied his tongue.

He will never be able to emerge
from his coarseness and ignorance.

And is this how you take your revenge?

By warping the next generation?

Is that why you lured
young Catherine here?

I just want her and Linton
to get to know each other.

Where's the harm of it?

From now on, you are to avoid
his house and his family.

I know this is because
you dislike Mr Heathcliff.

No, it is because he dislikes me.

And is a most diabolical man.
Delighting to wrong and ruin

those he hates if they give
him the slightest opportunity.

But Mr Heathcliff was
quite cordial, Father.

He didn't object to
our seeing each other.

He detests you on my
account. I am certain of that.

You will listen to me and you will obey
me. You will not visit Wuthering Heights...

You must rest, sir.

I cannot abandon her to him.

I cannot.

Thank you, darling Catherine.
And now you must go.

Catherine!

Catherine, no! You don't know my father!

Please, I beg you!

Let me guess which is your room.

Catherine, will you
please desist in this?!

Stop!

My father will strike anyone
who as much as touches it.

This is my mother, isn't it?

Yes.

This is my mother's room.

Yes.

Why would Mr Heathcliff
keep a portrait of my mother?

Why?

Why would he do that?

Because he loved her.

Because he loved her
before your father did.

And she loved him.

What? Why do you say such things?

- My father says it is true!
- You liar!

You liar!

It's locked!

Where does your father keep the key?

I am 18 years old and I am dying!

For pity's sake, Linton!

And that is why Father wants us
to be married as soon as we can.

- What?
- He made me change my will.

And bequeath everything to him.

He wants us to be married.

He wanted me to lure you here.

I tried not to act the traitor
but you would not leave!

You would not leave!

All the doors have
been locked, Catherine.

Help! Help!

If you want to see your father before
he dies, you must obey Heathcliff.

You must!

You think I would ever
love you before my father?!

I take it from this touching scene that
you have made your offer of marriage.

And young Miss Linton is
expressing some misgivings.

Give me that key.

I would not marry him if
you keep me here for ever.

By this time tomorrow,
I shall be your father.

So you had better get
used to appeasing me.

Nelly!

I'm close now.

I'm close, my love.

Nelly! I've been so foolish.

- My father...
- He is gravely ill, my love.

- He may not last the night.
- Please take me home.

Hareton, I know this scheme
cannot be of your devising.

I know there is good in you!

Cathy.

Can it be true, Nelly, that
my mother loved this monster?

They were childhood sweethearts.

Nothing more.

Yet the writing... Cathy, Heathcliff.

Cathy, Heathcliff.

Over and over.

Hello, my love!

My love.

Come home.

Please just come home.

He's an orphan.

I found him on the streets of Liverpool.

Where he would have
died with his mother.

He will not tell me his name, so...

I'm going to name him myself.

Cathy, Hindley,

this is Heathcliff.

Your new brother.

I don't know what the master was thinking of,
bringing a gypsy brat like you into the house.

Is it hardness than gentleness
that stops you from complaining?

I tell thee, as god is my judge,

there's been understair work there.

Mr Earnshaw has shown great charity.

And that's all there is to this.

Now then, young man.
Have you been baptised?

He's... not much of
a one for conversation.

You know how I feel about
baptisms, Mr Earnshaw.

And as he's a bastard, his
soul is in greater peril.

Heathcliff, why don't you go
off and join the others, eh?

Come on.

What did I tell you, Nelly?

I found that child in the gutter

and I shall raise him up to be
a fine, upstanding gentleman.

Good to see you know
your place, gypsy boy.

I said...glad...to...see
you know your place!

Cuckoo in the nest? Cuckoo in the nest?

Don't look your betters in the eye.

No, Hindley! Hindley,
stop! Stop it, I say!

He needs to be shown his place, Cathy.

Else he'll kill us all in our beds!

You boys! Stop it!

What is going on?

What have you to say for yourselves?

I will ask once more before I order
Joseph to flog the both of you.

What was the cause of the fight?

Joseph.

The other boy said
that Heathcliff was...

..your bastard.

He said you kept a whore in
Liverpool when Mother was dying.

Heathcliff said he could
say what he liked about him,

but not blacken your name.

Thank you, Cathy.

You and Heathcliff may go.

Who was it that...

told this boy from the village
these wicked things, do you suppose?

You do agree that they
are wicked things to say?

The boy was only repeating what
the whole village is saying.

Is no man allowed to act charitably
in this world without even his own son

ascribing the basest
motives for his actions?

We cannot attend church
without fingers pointing

- and tongues wagging.
- Fine.

Fine.

Then we will no longer go to church.

You will be going away to school
soon. This need not concern you.

Well, I say.

Who is this handsome young squire?

Goodbye, Nelly.

You be sure to come back
from school a gentleman.

Goodbye, son.

Watch him, Cathy! Watch
Heathcliff very closely.

He's a cuckoo in the nest.

He feeds on Father's affections

until Father won't have
anything left to give you.

Who's there?

Cathy!

Cathy!

Back before supper!

And don't get into trouble,

else I'll have the magistrate onto you!

Heathcliff!

Do you not think this horse
would suit you well? Eh?

I bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.

So it's only fair.

Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful.

Come on, Heathcliff. Would you like him?

A fine thoroughbred, this one.

- 16 hands high.
- He does look fine.

Do you not think, Heathcliff?

A deal, then?

There's no rush is there?

Oh, we've got a right
little trader here, have we?

Let them run in the field.

What's that?

I said let them run in the field.

- Now let's not be silly.
- Do as he says if you want a sale.

Come on, lad.

All right.

Come on.

That's your thoroughbred.

- He's a sharp young man, is he not?
- Sharp as a razor.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
he had a touch of gypsy in him.

You can ride it, race
it, jump it, hunt it.

Oh, I wish I were young,
then I could enjoy myself.

She's yours.

- Good man.
- Thank you.

Where do you suppose I'm from?

Where do you suppose I began?

You began in here.

I dreamed you up.

Heathcliff, don't fret so.

That horse trader at the fair
sensed my wretched beginnings.

It's like a badge I'll
always have to wear.

Your beginnings might have
been more noble than any of us.

Look at you.

You're fit for a prince in disguise.

Mr Heathcliff's horse!

Master, you're needed!

Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.

Father's dead!

Try not to look so surly.

He hates me, I hate him. No
end of smiling will change that.

Mr Hindley, sir.

My dear.

You must be Cathy! I
have longed to meet you!

I shall be quite the big sister to you!

Cathy.

Now perhaps, Cathy, you could
show my wife around our house.

So she can choose which
room suits her best.

I was hoping that we could
have adjoining rooms, sister!

Don't just stand there
gawping, Heathcliff.

Go and see to the horses!

From henceforth, you and Joseph will
quarter yourselves in the back kitchen.

I want my wife to have free run of the house
and I don't want her to be falling over servants

- all day.
- Of course.

No matter to me where I am.

As long as I have the
good book to guide me.

Oh, good. I was wondering
where you were skulking off to.

Is that any way to address your brother?

From now on, you will keep
company only with the servants.

You will earn your keep
by labouring out of doors.

If you're sure that's what
Father would have wished.

And you will never speak
to me or the mistress

unless spoken to first. Is that clear?

How can you smile?

Because one day I shall pay back
Hindley with pain and anguish.

Is it not for god to
punish wicked people?

No.

He shall not the
satisfaction that I shall.

I don't care how long I have to wait.

I just hope he doesn't die before me.

Don't talk in such a way, my love.

You know, when I think of revenge,

I don't feel pain.

Would you rather I felt pain?

Now you say your prayers,
young man.

You are a servant
and you will say your prayers!

You can beat me, Joseph.
I will not say my prayers

and your rod is that of any man.

These beatings, they'll be nothing to the hell
I'm trying to save you from.

I am already in hell.

I am already in hell.

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

What are you doing here?

One day I will punish god.

Heathcliff?

I'm not just weeping for our father.

I'm weeping for what will become of us.

We've lost our protector.

How can we ever be together again?

I dreamt once that I was in heaven.

I don't want to harken to your dreams.

And heaven didn't seem to be my home.

And I broke my heart with weeping

to come back to Earth.

The angels, they were
so angry with me that

they flung me out. Into
the middle of the heath

on top of Wuthering Heights.

And I woke, sobbing for joy,

because you were here.

We cannot escape each other.

We cannot.

Then let's run away.

- When?
- Now.

Tomorrow.

That gives us a day to
get what little I've saved.

Yes.

Who's there?

Who's in there?

Is that you, you devil Heathcliff?

Is that you, boy?

Hey!

Pious old fool. Does
he ever stop praying?

Only to flog me.

I saw you!

I saw the pair of you!

Cathy, if we get
caught, they'll hang us.

You cannot leave without
having just one peek!

He dances like a badly trained monkey.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Let's go. Let's go.

He won't come out here.
He hasn't the heart for it.

Go on, lad!

Heathcliff, run! He holds me!

Get back to hell, you devil!

Don't move, you fiend! You
shall go to the gallows for this.

- She's hurt, fool. She needs help.
- Hold your tongue.

The rascals knew yesterday was
Father's rent day, no doubt.

Is there no stopping
these people's insolence?!

It would be a kindness to hang
him before he does more damage.

- Miss Earnshaw!
- Of course it's Miss Earnshaw.

- You are hurt!
- Are you sure, Edgar?

Miss Earnshaw running around the
country with that frightful thing?

I shall carry her home if I have to.

She's too weak to do anything.
I will take her inside.

Kindly tell your master
we will send her back

- when she is fully recovered.
- Heathcliff!

One more step and I shall take
pleasure in putting you down.

- Heathcliff!
- We will nurse you until the doctor arrives.

I will ride and to
Gimmerton immediately.

And did they say how long they
were intending on keeping her?

- They wouldn't tell me.
- I see.

- I thought I'd be due a flogging.
- Far from it.

Get out, then!

And Heathcliff,

if you speak one word to Cathy while
she is staying with the Lintons,

or try to contact her in any way,

you will be dismissed. Instantly.

Keep our patient behind
doors for five weeks.

Dr Kenneth doesn't think you'll...

be running about on the
moors for a little while yet.

I can go on horseback.

I'm not sure that's advisable,
not from what he was saying.

I shall die of boredom!

Well, Isabella and I were thinking
that, since you are forbidden

from moving, perhaps she
could paint your portrait

while you sit. We could think
up no end of distractions.

No end of distractions. How lovely.

You know...

If you choose to accept our
kindness, that doesn't mean

you're betraying your own
nature. Or that of your friend.

And you have had a terrible shock
and you've lost a lot of blood, and...

I know your father died recently.

So, all in all, you seem like a...

a young lady who might not have had
a lot of care in her life of late.

So, as...

stiff and as pompous as Isabella
and I might seem compared with...

If you would just let us look after you,

would that really be such a bad thing?

The Lintons will blame you, of course,

for her heathen upbringing
and her wild ways.

I'm sure they will.

I'm sure the brother will pay me a visit

to lecture me on my
brotherly carelessness.

So why are you looking
so pleased with yourself?

Because...

the longer she is there,

the more likely she will come
under some civilising influence.

My dear,

we may even be able to
recover our family's good name.

I think it came Paris.

- That would be a bird?
- If this is a bird?

- A bird.
- It is, yes.

It's a blue tit.

- Or the family of blue tit.
- It is white, not a blue tit.

Well, I think it's a...
the plumage of winter ...

Bird no personality!

Cathy, I should scarcely have known you!

Where is the wild little
savage from five weeks ago?

- Don't touch them, my love!
- Come, boys!

You'll spoil your dress.

Catherine!

You're quite the young lady!

Is Heathcliff not here?

Heathcliff, you may come forward!

You may greet Miss Cathy
like the other servants.

Well, Heathcliff?

Have you forgotten me? Is
that why you scowl at me?

I have not forgotten
someone who looked like you.

Someone you no longer seem to be.

Do not tease me, my love.

Shake hands, Heathcliff. Once,
in a way that is permitted.

Perhaps you may learn
from Cathy's example.

I'll not stand here to be laughed at.

Why are you refusing to see me?

Because I don't know you.

Hindley is right.

Our little savage is lost
and it was her that I loved.

I know you.

And I love you.

In the way a mistress loves her servant?

- No.
- Come away with me, then.

As we planned.

There.

The pause that betrays you.

- I'm frightened.
- Of what?

Of me?

Or poverty?

You're asking me to risk my reputation.

Once a woman's reputation
has gone, she has nothing.

The old Cathy would never
had said such a thing.

The old Cathy didn't know the
world and how it regarded us.

I have tried to leave you.

But your love holds me here.

Now if you mean to be indifferent to me,

at least do me the
favour of releasing me.

I'm as trapped as you are.

Except your cage is
more gilded than mine.

Why don't you dress up smart

before Cathy's guests arrive?

Master says that everyone is welcome.

I do not think that
Cathy will welcome me.

If I tell you that she cries whenever
I tell her that you're not here?

I would say I've more
reason to cry than her.

If you tried to mend your appearance,

then Edgar Linton shall
look quite a doll beside you.

And how will I have the chance
of ever being as rich as he?

Now,

don't you think
yourself rather handsome?

I kept some of Mr Earnshaw's
best suits when he died.

I think they'd be a good fit on you.

You wash yourself and I
shall lay one out on your bed.

And when you come back, see if you
don't make all the ladies swoon.

Fair now, Hindley.

Did I not tell you my dress
would look wonderful on Cathy?

You are making me proud,
Cathy. Very proud indeed.

I think I can hear them arriving!

- Try not to run!
- Hush, darling.

She's a spirited girl and it would
be a shame to tame her completely.

Remember, Heathcliff,
show an amiable humour.

Splendid that you could come.

Not as grand as the Grange, of course.

- But, please.
- It's charming.

- No, I'm not your servant.
- To the stable, you vagabond.

I am not your servant.

Do not stare at me as
though I am nothing.

- You've been combing your pretty curls, have you?
- Please, Linton!

Your dirty gypsy locks, you
fiend! I will break your insolence!

- Linton, stop it!
- I will break you!

- Stop it! You brute!
- Stop!

All right, young man.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Your own father brought me home because
he wanted a son that he could love.

All the flogging in the
world won't change that.

Well, perhaps next time you can
come and have tea at the grange.

Perhaps you can flog one of your servants
while we're indetermined.

Cathy, I...

- Where is my wife?
- She took herself to bed.

She felt suddenly out of sorts.

Well, that brute of a
servant warmed me nicely.

Next time, Edgar, take the
law into your own fists.

It will give you an appetite.

Come now, eat up!

That gypsy won't be offending us again.

Joseph has locked him in
the stable for the night.

Bring that in!

We'll be discovered. You'd better go in.

Go on.

- Go!
- Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Where is the wretch? Where is he?

Heathcliff!

Fetch the doctor and be quick about it.

Tell him that my wife has
started with the child.

And I know how fast you can ride, gypsy.

So if he is not back here
within the hour, then, by god,

I shall hang you from the stable beams.

You have a son. You have a lovely son.

Earnshaw, it was a blessing
your wife was spared long enough

- to give you this son.
- She is not dead?

Damn you, I will not believe it!

You know better than to
choose such a sickly lass.

How dare you?!

Get out of my house! Get out!

Do not bring him near me, Nelly.

Not unless you want to
see me dash his brains out!

Do not smile, my love.

If I tell you why I am smiling,
I think you'll smile too.

Tell me.

As Hindley was flogging me,
I chanted a curse. And look.

He's lost the only person
that ever loved him.

You cannot welcome the
death of a baby's mother.

I welcome anything that
makes Hindley suffer.

Say you're sorry for
talking like this, my love.

No, I'm not sorry.

I sometimes think your true
passion is hate rather than love.

Hindley?

You would turn every
gentleman's head in Yorkshire.

Heathcliff.

Going somewhere?

Where would I go, my love? It's raining.

Yet you have that
silk frock on, my love.

Someone coming here perhaps?

- Perhaps.
- Edgar Linton?

That's enough, Nelly! Let me alone!

Three months ago, we laid together.

Yet since then, every evening
is spent with the Lintons.

Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.

Perhaps he doesn't talk of curses
and fall into a brooding silence.

So you dislike my company.

It's no company at all when people
know nothing and say nothing.

There.

There. At last you've said it.
I'm no longer worthy of you.

I shall make you suffer for
this. So I'm cursed too, am I?

No, I'm the one that is truly cursed.

I was cursed the moment
I laid eyes on you.

How does Hindley do?

He drinks.

And the little one, his baby?

How is Hareton?

- I'm not come too soon, am I?
- No.

What are you doing there, Nelly?

My work, miss.

Take yourself and your dusters off.

- Leave the room, Nelly!
- Cathy, love. Cathy!

I hate her fidgeting in my presence!

- You must not go.
- I must.

- I feel you do not want me here.
- Edgar Linton, sit down.

You shall not leave me in that temper.

I shall be miserable all night.

I believe you are far too kind
to wish me miserable for you.

If that's you, Nelly, then
I'm sorry for scolding you.

- I wish now that you'd stayed.
- Not Nelly, tis I.

Cathy, what is it? What's the matter?

Edgar Linton's asked me to marry him.

And have you given him your answer?

But you did not say no.

And have you considered how you
will bear the separation from me?

And how I will be quite deserted
in the world without you?

Did you consider that?

You quite deserted? We separated?

- Who is to separate us, pray?
- You...

- will be Mrs Linton.
- Yes.

And as Mrs Linton, I can aid you to rise

and place you out of my brother's power.

With your husband's
money, you will rescue me.

Do you think I can endure such a thing?

No. You will be Mrs Linton.

Do you love Mr Edgar?

Of course I do.

Why do you love him?

- I do is not sufficient?
- By no means.

You must say why.

Because he's handsome
and... pleasant to be with.

That's bad.

I shall be rich.

I'll be the greatest
woman in the neighbourhood.

Bad still.

However, I suppose your
brother will be pleased.

Edgar Linton is a good
man and he will save you.

Tis neither practical nor desirable
for you to marry Heathcliff.

And if you love Edgar,
and Edgar loves you...

..where is the obstacle?

Nelly, my love for Edgar is
like the foliage in the woods.

Time will change it, I'm well aware.

My love for Heathcliff resembles
the eternal rocks beneath.

My great miseries in this world
have been Heathcliff's miseries.

If all else perished and he remained,

I should still continue to be.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

Not as a pleasure but as my own being!

I cannot think of our separation.

I will never talk of
our separation again.

THREE YEARS LATER

The vows you are about to take are

to be made in the presence of god.

Who is judge of all,

and knows all the secrets of our hearts.

At last they arrive!

You have picked the
moor clean of flowers!

I think there is a small patch of
heather left near Penistone Crags!

How I love them. And how I love you.

Kiss me, Hareton. Damn thee, kiss me!

Unnatural cub, come hither!

You come hither!

Hindley. Hindley.

The boy is tired. So are you.

Why don't you go and rest somewhere?

As you wish, sister mine.

As you wish.

That was gently done, Cathy.

Perhaps marriage agrees with me.

Are you happy?

Dear Nelly, I have such
faith in Edgar's love,

I believe I might kill him and
he wouldn't wish to retaliate!

Oh, Cathy, we shall
be such fond sisters!

Of course we shall.

Perhaps next time we're having a
wedding breakfast, it will be yours.

What do you think you're doing?

I need you to take this.

Promise you won't tell your
husband else he'll throttle me.

- Who will?
- He did not give a name.

I KNOW THAT YOU BETRAYED ME

The man who gave you this
note, did he say anything else?

No. He just told me to promise
you wouldn't tell your husband.

Where did you meet him? Where?

Are you all right, darling?

Who was that?

You're trembling!

Just... Just a boy spying
on the celebrations.

It reminded me of when
I first looked in on you.

Of course. And you were
with that gypsy who ran away.

Heathcliff.

That's right. Heathcliff.

Well, would you look at
that! A jack straight away!

Look at this, a jack!

That's three points to me.

- I beg. I beg!
- He begs.

What are the chances of another jack
turning up like that, Mr Hindley?

I would say the chances
are very high indeed

if the man dealing the cards is a
cheating blackguard of the lowest order.

I don't know you, sir.

But as you are a gentleman, I'll
let you apologise for that remark

and leave this place unscathed.

I may be a gentleman now, but I
just spent the last three years

in the company of men lower than you.

I know you. Don't I know you?

I defy you to repeat
that allegation, sir.

I defy you to speak to your
new landlord in such a way.

Landlord?! That's not right, sir.

Do you not live in Penistone Cottages

like all the other millworkers?

I just bought the lease of
those cottages only this morning.

And I must warn you,

I do not relent in
exacting my due from anyone.

Happen I were... I was just...

I was just taking advantage of the fact
that Mr Hindley were taken in drink, sir.

Keep it. Keep it.

You may lie to Mr Hindley
till he goes to hell.

But you do not lie to
me, do you understand?

Yes, sir.

So...

My cards, are they not?

Did you ever play
Trinidad All-Fours, sir?

No.

Now there is a game for cut-throats.

And Londoners.

I'm afraid the day...
the celebrations...

I am a little feverish.

Of course. Of course.

Inconsiderate of me. Um...

You sleep here. I will have Nelly
make up a bed in my old room.

Thank you.

You are very kind.

Husband.

Gave her the message you sent, sir.

Good lad. Good lad.

Now, how much did you
start with tonight, sir?

Twenty shillings, sir.

Well, there's six.
And as for you, boy ...

The rest is for you.

- How, sir?
- Eight pounds, take it.

Come with me, I'll see you
safe home, with such a fortune.

Take his coat.

Will resolve this outside. Gentlemen.

So... the devil sent him
back to us, has he?

Still alive, Joseph?

Still strong and all.

Perhaps God is keeping you on Earth

because he would find your
company so irksome in heaven.

Your blasphemy don't touch me.

It's your soul you're damning.

My soul is already damned, Joseph.

You can count on that.

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!