All language subtitles for Wuthering.Heights.2009.720p.BluRay.x264-x0r_eng

Come in.

Cathy...

End it.

End it.

Let me in.

Let me in.

Let me in! Let me in.

Let me in!

Cathy... Cathy...

Cathy!

Cathy!

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 has gone.

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

Oh, 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 round.

Quiet, now. No more questions.

You are really 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 will happen to you.

Let's see what we make of it.

Oh, God, what a beauty!

And damn my soul, it is worse than I expected.
And the Devil knows, I wasn't very hopeful.

- He looks worse than you.
- Do you know me?

No.

Your mother was a wicked slut, to keep you in
ignorance of the sort of father you possess.

- How dare you? I shall carry him.
- You have hardly strength to carry yourself.

Don't leave me! I can't stay here.
I can't stay here. Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar!

You'd best be kind to your son,
or 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?
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 here,
but that is 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.

Oh, Cathy...

Oh, Cathy...

Oh, 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?

You know where I wish to go.
Where a colony of moor-game is settled.

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

Please, Nelly. You did ask me.
And 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?

And 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 that today is your birthday.

I was acquainted with your mother.

I know that today is the anniversary of her death.

Oh, I see.

And you saw me
and recognised my mother in me?

No. There is nothing of your mother in you.

Well, how, then?

Come and meet my son. You know him already.
He will 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?

This is your son?

Catherine!
I've 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. You should not have come here.
- Why?

Because I would discover
that my cousin is 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?

And she raised me, also, although I don't know
if Nelly looks at me with pride for the job she did.

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've 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.
And 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 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'm dying.
- For pity's sake, Linton...

- That is why Father wants us to be married.
- 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,
and 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?

Well, 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...

Close now.

- I'm close, my love.

- Oh, 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.

Oh, 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.

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 or gentleness
that stops you from complaining?

♪ Holy, holy, holy

♪ Lord God Almighty

♪ Early in the morning

♪ Our songs shall rise to Thee

♪ Holy, holy, holy

♪ Merciful and mighty

♪ God in three persons

♪ Blessed trinity

I'll tell thee, as God is my judge,

there's been under-stair 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 er...not much of a one for conversation.

Well, 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.

Oh, 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.

Go on, Harold! Hurt him.
Teach the bastard a lesson.

You boys!

Stop it!

What is going on?

What have you to say for yourselves?

Eh?

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 that you kept a whore in Liverpool
when Mother was dying.

And 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 who 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

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, Hindley,
so this need not concern you.

Well, I say...

Who is this handsome young squire?

Goodbye, Nelly.

Now, you be sure to come back a gentleman.

Goodbye, son.

Watch him, Cathy. Watch Heathcliff very closely.

He's a cuckoo in the nest,
who feeds on Father's affections,

until Father has nothing left to give you.

Throw it over there.

- Good throw, Edgar.
- Throw it over there.

Who's there?

Come on.

Cathy? Cathy!

Back before supper!

And don't get into trouble,
else I'll have the magistrate onto you!

No, I know when I've had enough!

Don't go running off, Tommy.
Stay with your mother.

Beautiful big brown beast, he is.

Heathcliff!

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

I've bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.

So, it's only fair.

Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful.

- Now, Heathcliff, would you like him?
- Fine thoroughbred, this one. 16 hands.

He does look fine. Do you not think, Heathcliff?

- A deal, then?
- There's no rush, is there?

Oh, he's a right little trader.

- Let him run in the field.
- What's that?

- I said, let him run in the field.
- Now, let's not be silly.

You do as he says, if you want a sale.
Come on, lad.

All right.

Come on.

That's your thoroughbred.

- My, 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 younger,
that I could enjoy it myself.

She's yours.

- Good lad.
- 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.

- Get Mr Heathcliff's horse.
- Master, you're needed.

Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.

Father's dead.

Whoa!

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! Oh, I've 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 we could have adjoining rooms.

Don't just stand there gawping, Heathcliff.

Go and see to the horses.

You and Joseph
will now be quartered in the back kitchen.

I want my wife to have free run of the house,
and I don't want her 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 are sure Father wished that.

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...
cos He shan't have 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 till your arms ache. I will not
say my prayers on your or any man's orders.

These beatings will 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 hearken to your dreams.

And heaven didn't seem to be my home.

And I broke my heart with weeping...

to come back to earth.

And the angels 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.
It 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?

Oi! Oi! 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.

- Shhh.
- Shhh.

You cannot leave
without having just one peep!

- He dances like a badly trained monkey.

- Who's there?

- Who's there?

- Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.

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

- Go on, lads!

Heathcliff, run! Get off me!

- Get back to hell, you devil!

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

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

They knew yesterday was rent day, no doubt.
Is there no stopping these people's insolence?

It'd be best 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?

With that frightful thing?

- I shall carry her home.
- She's too weak.

I will take her inside. Tell your master we will
send her back when she is fully recovered.

- Heathcliff!
- One more step, and I shall put you down.

- Heathcliff!
- Nurse her until the doctor arrives.

I will ride to Gimmerton immediately.

And did they say
how long they're intending on keeping her?

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

- I thought I'd be due a flogging.
- Oh, far from it. Get out, then.

Oh, and Heathcliff...

If you speak one word to Cathy
while she is 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 will be running
about on the moors for a little while yet.

I can go on horseback.

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

I shall die of boredom.

Isabella and I thought that,
since you are forbidden from moving,

that perhaps she could paint your portrait,
while you sit.

And we could think up no end of distractions.

No end of distractions?

How lovely.

You know, erm...

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...

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.
And 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.

Cathy, I should scarcely have known you.
Where is the savage from five weeks ago?

- Oh, don't touch them. You'll spoil your dress.
- Come, boys.

Cathy! You're quite the young lady.

- Is Heathcliff not here?
- Heathcliff, you may come forward.

You may greet Miss Cathy
like the other servants.

Oh...mwah!

Well, Heathcliff?

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

I've 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's right.

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

I know you.

And I love you.

- In the way a mistress loves a 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 have said that.
- She didn't know the words.

I have tried to leave you.

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 have more reason to cry than her.

If you try to mend your appearance,
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.

There, Hindley - did I not tell you
my dress would look wonderful on Cathy?

You are making me very proud,
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.

Now, remember, Heathcliff-
show an amiable humour.

Splendid that you could come.

It's not as grand as the Grange, of course,
but please...

It's charming.

- I'm not your servant.
- To the stable, you vagabond.

I am not your servant.

Don't stare at me as though I am...

Been combing your pretty curls, have you?

- Please, Hindley...
- Your dirty gypsy locks, you fiend!

- I will break your insolence. I will break you!
- Stop it!

Stop!

You brute! You fiend!

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
for our entertainment.

- Cathy, I...erm...

- 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 would 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.

Hurry up with that linen! Quickly. Come on, now.

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 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's a blessing your wife
was spared long enough to give you this son.

She is not dead?

Damn you. Damn you, I will not believe it.

- You shouldn't have chosen 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'm 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 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.

I'm not sorry.

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

Hindley?

In a day or two you could accompany me...

There. You will 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 lay together, yet since
then, every evening is spent with the Lintons.

Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.

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

You dislike my company?

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

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.

Sir.

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 should 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.

It's not Nelly. 'Tis I.

Why, 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 separation from me,

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

Did you consider that?

Are you quite deserted? We've 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 could 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. Isn't that sufficient?
- By no means.

You must say why.

Well, 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.

How beautiful!

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!

He's 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 colt! Come hither!

- You come hither!
- Hindley, Hindley...

The boy is tired. So are you.
Why don't you go and rest somewhere?

Yeah.

As you wish, sister of 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.

Mr Brennan is in trade - wool, I believe.

Well, they say
that tradesmen are dour but stalwart lovers.

What do you think you're doing?

I need you to take this. And don't tell
your husband, or else he'll throttle me.

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

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

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

Where did you meet him? Where?

Everything all right, my darling?

Who was that? You're trembling.

He was...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.

Let's see your money.

Well, would you look at that?
A jack straightaway!

That's three points to me.

- I beg. I beg...
- He begs.

Seven for you.

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
and leave this place unscathed.

I may be a gentleman now, but I've just spent
the last three years with 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 mill workers?

I just bought the lease to those cottages.

And I must warn you -

I do not relent in exacting my due from anyone.

'Appen I was just...taking advantage of the fact
that Mr Hindley were taking a 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 cutthroats.

And Londoners.

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

I'm a little feverish.

Of course. Of course.

Inconsiderate of me.

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

Thank you.

You are very kind...husband.

- I gave her the note, like you said, sir.
- Heathcliff's game again.

Good lad. Good lad.

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

Three shillings, sir.

Well... Well, there's six.

And as for you, lad - the rest is for you.

- What, sir?
- Eight pounds. Take it.

Come with me, and I shall see you safe home
with such a fortune.

Take his coat.

He has a trap and two outside. Gentlemen.

So...

..the Devil's sent thee back to us, has he?

- Still alive, Joseph?
- Aye.

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 in?

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'd never see you again.

Why? Didn't you believe that I would return?

I'm not angry, my love!

Oh, no, no. Oh, poor Heathcliff!

Oh, 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, don't strangle me for that.

I know you didn't like him,
yet you must be friends now.

Cathy, try to be glad without being absurd.

The whole household need not see you
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 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
that I have made a fortune?

I can see by your bearing and your dress
that you've 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.

Hm.

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'm staying at the Heights.

Hindley invited me this morning, when I called.

Hindley invited you? Really?

Yes, when I called
to enquire about Miss Earnshaw.

I'm sorry. I mean er...Mrs Linton.

Have you no fear of the consequences
of 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 already is, now, can he?

- I always imagined

that you might end up marrying Hindley,

- Miss Isabella.
- Me?

Oh, I think not. Not nearly handsome enough.

Miss Isabella has a suitor.

I would hardly call Mr Brennan a suitor, but...

Well, as I'm sure Cathy will tell you,
the female heart can feel

an 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?

Hareton, who has taught you
these 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.

A horsewhip for you and a fiddle for me.

What?

You don't remember, do you?

Why did you not come sooner?
I've waited weeks.

I'm a married woman.

Every movement
is monitored and remarked upon.

You've 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.
I should have stuck to my course.

You knew I was to marry
and didn't return to stop me taking such a step?

You'd already betrayed me with your heart.

So, you returned on my wedding day
to punish me.

- What's that?
- What?

There's a look in your eyes.

My God, I think it's guilt!

You've been with him, haven't you?
You've laid with Edgar, haven't you?

- He's my husband.
- You think your pretend marriage concerns me?

How am I to look at you?

How am I to touch you, knowing that his milky,
feeble hands have held you? You disgust me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry. I'm sorry.

What have I done?
What have I done?

What have I done? What have I done?

How about a game of Threes Up? Hm?

If you call it, you win it all back.

Every penny.

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.

No, no, 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.

- And my blood?
- Mm.

Why not? Why not?

Call it.

Tails.

Heads.

Saul...behind the stable door you will find a whip.

Oil each tail,
so that they do not snag in his open wounds.

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

I cannot feel any satisfaction for the humiliation
I've heaped upon him so far.

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

The lad, sir. Think about Hareton.

Aye.

You're 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'll 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've misunderstood you.
- You've not misunderstood me.

You cannot consider him an agreeable person.

You are a dog in a manger
and desire no-one to be loved but yourself.

That is enough! You shall not talk to my wife
like that again, Isabella. You shall apologise.

I'm 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?

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

Darling, don't speak like this.

And 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 somebody
who dotes on you more than myself.

- Sister, dear...
- I'm sure that my 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.

Oh, 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,
whilst my luck has changed.

Well, 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 you bring all your sweethearts?

Only Cathy before you.

Is that how it's 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.

Your brother has a woman's gentleness,
and you have all the fight.

I cannot tell whether you're flattering me or not.

Anything you hear about me is bad.

And you see some good in me.

Else why would you be here?

Perhaps I'm attracted to the bad in you.

No, do not make a joke of it.

A person who sees the 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 were 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?

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!
Go and keep him meek and patient.

I love Heathcliff more than you love 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's as good as told me.

I don't believe you.

- What is it to you?
- Get off.

I have a right to kiss her, if she chooses,
and you have no right to object.

I am not your husband.
There's no need for you to be jealous.

If you like Isabella, you will 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 that you wish 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.

Therefore, and to prevent worse consequences,

I shall deny you hereafter
admission into this house.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull.

It's 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.

- I will not move until I hear your apology.
- Apology?

After constant indulgence of both men, I earn
for thanks two samples of blind ingratitude!

Edgar, I was defending you and yours.

Cathy, please get out of my way.
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
that you would prefer to me?

- No!
- Heathcliff, no! I beg you!

- Go.

Remain where you are, Cathy.

I shall not stay, but I wish just to learn whether,
after this day's events,

you intend to continue your intimacy...

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 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? Mock me?

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 your 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've 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's run off with Mr Heathcliff.

This is not true. It cannot be.

The lad who fetches the milk said
they were spotted near Gimmerton.

And I've 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?

No-one.

Isabella is no longer a member of her family,
so she needn't be troubled by news of her.

Yes, sir.

No, you're deceiving me!

Shush, Mistress.
I promised the Master that I would not tell you.

I thought you might accept your new life
if you knew...

Knew what?

That Heathcliff betrayed me
and he's put a knife through my heart?

Give over that talk.

Stop that. Miss Cathy! Mistress...

Get off! Get off! Just get off me.

- Just stop that!

Please, my love. Please.

It's all right, my dove. 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 have... Let me have one breath.

When will Heathcliff return?

I do not know.

If he felt anything for you,
he'd never return and let you be.

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.

You shall go home, but not to the Grange.
The Heights will be your home.

And you will not be 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?

Has he come back, then?

I thought he'd 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...

..trying his door.

If once I find it open...

..he is done for.

Get back with the dogs, I tell you!

What is it?

- I am tired after my journey.
- I'll show you to your room.

- My room?
- I sleep in here.

What news is there of Cathy?

Mrs Linton has not been well.

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

And if you really have a regard for her,
you'll not cross 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's too weak.

Consent or refuse, I will see her.

You well know 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.

Ah.

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

Joseph at church, of course,
out-praying 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 that he's back.

I can feel him close,
so there's 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.

Oh, come, come.

You're a young woman. You're going
to bring a new, young life into the world.

You're 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 can do it myself.

Heathcliff?

Heath... Heathcliff?

Heathcliff!

I think she will have headed up to the crag.

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

She went there as a child.
It was a favourite place for...

For both of them.

Cathy?

Cathy!

My love!

Cathy!

My love.

- My love.

- Cathy!
- Cathy!

- Cathy?
- Cathy!

- I can't see a sign of her, sir.
- Cathy!

- Cathy!
- Cathy!

Cathy!

Oh, Cathy...

Oh, my love.

Am I come home?

Yes.

Yes, you're home, you're home.

We will wander these moors for all eternity.

I thought you'd forgotten me.

You know I could as soon as forget you
as my own existence.

And...what of Edgar and...

Shhh.

There's no Edgar.

There's no Hindley.

It's just you and I.

It's just you and I.

Cathy!

She's here!

Damn you, she's 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?

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

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

Shhh.

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,

and your grief for her a pretence.

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

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

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

- Don't you say her name!
- Stop! You will kill him.

You'll hang for it!

I want 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 effect.

Be gone!

Be gone!

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

She's weak. She's dying.

Then you know she would wish to see me.

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

Shh.

Sleep. Shhh. Sleep, my love.

Let me die in your arms.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave.

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 persuade the villain you married
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.

Oh, for heaven's sakes! Just go for one hour.
I'll come to you when the master leaves. 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 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.

So 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'll repeat until my tongue stiffens.

Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest.

Not while I'm living.

You said I'd 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 not be so bad,
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?
If you cannot take her in hand, perhaps I shall.

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.

Papa, forgive me. Please forgive me.

There is nothing to forgive.

Tell me one thing, Catherine. 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. Get my daughter's things together.

Don't oblige me to compel you.

Why not let Catherine continue here?
Send Master Linton to her.

I'm seeking another tenant for the Grange.
I want my children about me, to be sure.

No!

You are on my property.

Stand to one side...

or 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's cold up here.

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

Just while Linton sleeps.

I'll stay up here.

I've brought you a book.

Nelly said you might like it.

I 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 t'moor, when it's trying to get to its nest.

Perhaps one day we could look for nests.

- 'Appen we could.

I've 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'm 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?
- 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 Father.
- So he could trick you out of your inheritance.

Don't speak of Heathcliff like that!
I'd rather you had abused me.

Very well. I thought
your dumb state was down to your upbringing.

But now I see it's the state you prefer -
much like a dog, or a carthorse.

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's 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's cruel of you to try and loosen them.

Come in, Cathy.

Cathy, come, please.

Please come in.

Come to me 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?
- Let me in!

Hold me, my love! Hold me, my love.

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.

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'm sorry.

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's upstairs.

- I picked some flowers from over at t'Grange.
- Oh, did you?

It seemed a shame to waste 'em.
They were t'last of t'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's 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 at my insistence.

And who 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.

And if Hareton doesn't 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 love would only bring me
grief and pain and suffering.

And I've 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.

And 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.

Nelly!

Nelly!

No...

No!

No, no!