Wuthering Heights (2026)

[bunniefuu]

-[person groaning softly]

-[rope creaking]

[groaning,

creaking intensifies]

[choking]

[gasps]

[choking continues]

[breathes shakily]

[breathes shakily]

Look, I told you what happens

when the neck

don't break straight away

and they get strangled. Look.

[choking continues]

-He's got a stiffy.

-[children laugh]

Shh! You dirty boys.

[urchin child] Wait for it.

[nun breathing heavily]

[choking continues]

[choking stops]

[crowd murmuring]

It's f*cking Hanging Day!

[crowd cheering]

Yeah!

["House" by Charli xcx

feat. John Cale playing]

[all cheering]

Sinner! [laughs]

Zillah!

Yeah!

Yes!

[salesperson] Sinners.

Come get your sinners.

[salesperson]

Ha'penny for a sinner.

[moaning]

[puppet master exclaiming]

Keep up.

[breathing heavily]

-[parent] Keep up.

-[groans]

["House" by Charli xcx

feat. John Cale continues]

[groans]

-You're hurting me.

-Come on!

[song continues]

[song continues]

[song fades out]

[child wailing]

[child 2] You wanted to know

why he was hanged.

[child sobbing]

It's not my fault

men are disgusting.

[sobs] Well, you shouldn't

have told me

no matter what I said.

[sobs] Poor dolly.

Oh, I'm going to die.

If you are,

then be quick about it,

for I have things to do.

What a frightful racket.

[child] Papa!

Oh, you look like a plate

of corned beef.

Have you been crying?

[child] No. Only racing.

Racing? [chuckles]

If your mother were still here

she'd batter me

around the head

to see

how I've let you run wild.

[scoffs] She would not.

Oh, you didn't know her.

She was a terror.

She boxed for the county.

[laughing]

She had hands

like meat plates.

And her mustache was

as big and bristly as a broom.

No.

I expect

you shall have one too, Cathy,

since they run

in the maternal line.

Stop! You must not talk

about Mama like that.

And I shall not have

a mustache. I shall not!

Don't be tiresome, Cathy.

Nobody likes a sourpuss.

As well as a fright.

God's teeth, Nelly.

Can you do something

about her?

That's what you're here for.

Yes, sir.

And tell Mrs. Burton

I shall dine at The Ram.

Oh, do not go, Papa. Please!

I shall go because the company

is much better at The Ram

and there is considerably

less weeping.

Now then,

where's my f*cking horse?

I'll warn the maids.

[brooding music playing]

Papa! I'm sorry! Papa!

[banging, crashing

in distance]

[father, in distance]

Get up! Get a move on!

-[Cathy breathing shakily]

-[steps approaching]

[door handle rattling]

[sighs]

See it were hotpot

at The Ram again, Zillah.

[Zillah] I'm amazed

he managed to eat anything.

Oh. He's pissed up the wall

again, Mrs. Burton.

Right.

You know what that means.

Check his britches

for soiling.

That poor little girl.

And what of that thing

he brought home, eh?

[Zillah]

It's hiding somewhere.

[Mrs. Burton]

But what's it doing here?

Mr. Earnshaw had

one of his fits of charity.

Oh, Lord. Then pray

for that little sod too.

[tense music playing]

Hello?

[breathes shakily]

What are you-- [shrieks]

[both breathing shakily]

[Earnshaw] And I said,

"This is not Liverpool,

this is not Bristol.

You cannot kick a child

in the street."

And the poor

wretch's father...

Well, it's probably

his father...

Anyway, the man said,

"Well, you take

the little devil then

if you're so worried."

And I said,

"Well, I shall! I shall!"

And here we are.

I was only asking

how long it is

you intend us to feed

and clothe him, sir.

As it will affect

the household purse.

I intend him to be clothed

and fed

for as long as I intend it!

[grunts]

Why must I be surrounded

by women?

Spend my days being endlessly

badgered and sniped.

[Cathy] Papa!

Oh, here's another hellcat

sent to torment me.

Oh, there is not a better

father in all the world.

Nor a better man.

Oh, so you like

your new friend, do you?

Very much, Papa.

Very, very much.

Although I do not think

he can talk,

therefore cannot give me

his name.

So I've called him Heathcliff,

after my dead brother.

Heathcliff...

Heathcliff, come here,

my dear boy.

Come, come, come.

You are most heartily

welcome here.

-Oh!

-[Zillah] Oh!

Can I dress him up?

Yes, of course.

He shall be your pet.

I shall be very, very kind.

Unless you're bad,

and then I shall pinch you.

[Cathy] Die, die, die!

[laughing]

k*ll that rat!

Get him in the eye.

Get him in the eye. Go on!

[Zillah]

Nice for her to have a friend.

A real friend, I mean.

Not a paid one.

Companions aren't paid.

Companions are ladies, Zillah.

[Zillah chuckles]

Just because

your father was a lord

doesn't make you a lady.

b*stards can't be ladies,

Miss Nelly.

No matter

how much their father paid

to have them hidden away.

[Cathy, Heathcliff chattering,

laughing outside]

[Heathcliff] "Puh...

Puh-on-e-yuh. Puh-on"...

[Cathy] Po-ny. The pony.

[thunder rumbling]

-"The pony"...

-[sighs]

-"The pony a... a-tuh-eh"...

-[Cathy groans]

Ate! The pony ate!

The pony ate the grass.

There's a picture, Heathcliff.

There's a picture of it, look!

Honestly, I shall have to make

you a paper cone

and call you a dunce.

And if you do,

I'll throw you out the window

and let the birds peck

at your eyes!

I'm not doing it anymore.

I don't wanna read!

-[Mrs. Burton] Temper, temper.

-[Heathcliff] Shut up.

[door opens, slams]

[sighs]

Sorry.

Sorry, Heathcliff.

Do you want to try again?

I'll be more patient,

-I promise.

-[Heathcliff] No.

Well, then you shall

never read and never advance

and be very stupid forever!

-Go away.

-No.

-Go away.

-No.

-Just go away!

-No.

-Go away!

-No!

[thunder rumbling]

I won't go away.

I'll never go away.

I will never leave you

no matter what you do.

[tender music playing]

[groom] Walk up. That's it.

[music continues]

[Nelly] Cathy, can I come?

No, no, you wouldn't like it.

You're far too sensible.

[sighs]

Come on. She might follow us.

[tender music continues]

[Heathcliff yells]

[Cathy]

I'm the queen of the castle,

and you're the dirty rascal.

[sighs] We need to go.

The rain will give over soon.

Your father will be very angry

if we're late. Please.

Stop worrying. It will

give over. I promise it will.

Yeah, but the sky

is black, Cathy.

No, no, no, no. You see there?

Blue.

But that's not enough blue

to get us back.

It is. You'll see. For blue

is blue, no matter how small.

[thunder rumbling]

[Earnshaw]

Where have you been?

[Cathy breathes shakily]

I said, where have you been?

We were caught

in a storm, Papa.

It is my birthday, Catherine,

and you have kept me waiting.

I believe you do not care

for me at all.

Of course I do, Papa. You're

the best father in the world.

I am so sorry.

[stammers] You shall be sorry

when it's your own birthday

and I forget it.

Let's have supper

and celebrate properly.

It's cold.

[Cathy] Papa.

[crashing]

[Heathcliff]

It's my fault, sir.

Not Cathy's. She wanted to

turn back but I ignored her.

Heathcliff, please.

All she has spoken of all day

is you and your birthday.

[Heathcliff breathing shakily]

-Is this true?

-No.

I swear it. She's not

to blame. [breathing shakily]

Are you trembling?

Stop at once. You make me feel

like a brute. Stop it, I say.

[Cathy] Papa, please.

It was not his fault.

I feed you, and clothe you,

and save you

from poverty and despair.

I am the kindest man alive,

and you dare to tremble at me.

I'll give you something

to tremble about!

-Take her, Nelly! Take her!

-Papa, no! No!

-No, no! Get off me! No! No!

-Come here, you dog!

Go!

-Heathcliff! No!

-[Earnshaw] Come here!

-No! No, no, no!

-[blows landing]

-[Earnshaw] Hold still!

-[Heathcliff screaming]

[Earnshaw]

Hold still, you dog!

[crying] No! Heathcliff.

-[Earnshaw] You dog. Bark!

-[screaming continues]

[thunder rumbling]

[wind howling]

[whispers] Heathcliff.

-[breathing shakily, sobbing]

-[Cathy whispers] Heathcliff.

What's he done?

Oh, you're bleeding.

Heathcliff, why did you lie?

It was my fault we were late.

Not yours.

I couldn't see him hurt you.

But this hurts me.

Don't you understand?

Heathcliff, this hurts me.

[breathing shakily]

I will take this and more...

every day...

if it spares you.

[romantic music playing]

Heathcliff...

Yes?

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry

for me, Cathy.

For I would do it

again and again.

Then we're doomed.

What can I do?

[breathing shakily] Nothing.

Just stay with me.

[romantic music continues]

[Cathy] Heathcliff.

[steps approaching]

Heathcliff.

Answer me, you brute.

Are you awake?

[Heathcliff] No. [grunts]

-Now?

-Catherine!

I was up all night

with the horse.

What could be so important?

Thrushcross Grange is sold.

We have neighbors. [exclaims]

They are called Linton.

-[Heathcliff] A family?

-A bachelor and his ward.

He made his fortune

in textiles.

[coach driver shouts]

God. Look at it all.

He must be very rich indeed.

I suppose he shall

fall in love with me.

I suppose he shall

fall in love with--

I heard you.

It would be nice to be rich.

What should you do,

Heathcliff?

-What?

-If you were rich.

I suppose I'd do

what all rich men do. I'd...

live in a big house.

And be cruel to my servants.

Take a wife.

A wife? What wife?

I... I've always

looked fondly on...

Rose from The Crown.

The landlord's daughter.

She's quite the plainest girl

I ever laid eyes on.

And dull too. Shockingly dull.

She's practically a simpleton.

[scoffs]

I cannot sit here all day

talking nonsense with you.

After all, the Lintons may

call on me at any moment.

[Cathy sighs]

I warn you,

if they do not come soon,

I shall feel snubbed.

And you will have

a quarrel with them

before you have even met.

That would be a feat

even for you.

We are

a very important family.

Perhaps they do not know.

Earnshaws have been here

since 1500.

It is written above our door!

[sighs] Why do they not come?

It has only been a week.

In fact, we're likely

far superior

to Mr. Linton's family,

who, after all,

made their fortune in velvet.

It is not at all the same

thing as land. Not at all.

Perhaps they're waiting

for me to call on them.

No.

Why not?

Because a lady cannot go

to a house unannounced.

It is not done.

They would be shocked.

They would not.

They would be delighted.

As are all who have

the pleasure

of making my acquaintance.

Perhaps that is

why they have not come.

They may be intimidated,

poor things.

Yes, I'm sure that's it.

[Cathy sighs]

[Nelly] Work on your tapestry.

I hate my tapestry.

[Cathy scoffs]

I was not bored

before they came.

Now I'm so bored I might die.

What're you-- Heathcliff!

How dare you!

I have had enough

of hearing about Mr. Linton.

Heathcliff, I... I cannot

get down in these skirts.

Well, then you'll have to

take 'em off.

[gasps]

You will be so very sorry

when I fall out of this tree

and die!

Help!

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[cracking sound]

[scoffs]

Are you pleased with yourself?

Very.

[indistinct clamoring outside]

Get off! It was just

a loose pebble.

Give me my hat, woman.

Arsehole.

-Careful, sir.

-[Earnshaw grunts]

Let's get you

on that horse, sir. Come on.

-[Earnshaw grunts]

-That's it. Steady.

Get off me.

I know how to ride a horse.

f*ck off, you silly woman.

Careful as you go,

Mr. Earnshaw.

Oh, Heathcliff.

Oh. [chuckles]

I-I fear we had

a run-in the other day.

What did I do?

Oh, don't tell me.

I can't bear it.

Ah, what a wretch I am.

Can you forgive poor Earnshaw?

Yes, sir.

Oh, splendid.

Splendid, boy. Yes.

I knew it couldn't be

as bad as I'd imagined.

Well, I'm off to town

to see if I can't find

that wretched solicitor.

For I know it's he who has

been spending all my money.

[Heathcliff sighs]

What happened the other day?

Nothing much. He just gave me

a cuff around the ear, is all.

Silly old fool.

He must know you could knock

his eyes out if you cared to.

He knows I don't care to.

Well, I wish you would.

Do you?

My only restraint is you.

Then you must be better

for both of us.

[wind whistling]

[Cathy breathing shakily]

-Are you cold, Cath?

-[sighs] Yes.

Let me make you a fire.

No. Papa will whip you

if you do. [breathes shakily]

We cannot spare the wood.

Hmm. He can always spare

the wood when he's cold.

He'll not need it tonight.

For his face

has made acquaintance

with the parlor floor.

-Again.

-Hmm.

It did not go well with the

solicitor. [breathes shakily]

We are ruined, Heathcliff.

There is nothing left.

He's gambled it all away.

[sighs]

I suppose I shall have

to throw myself

at Mr. Linton after all.

[Cathy breathing shakily]

Hopefully I'll die of cold

and be spared the shame of it.

[Cathy breathing shakily]

[gasping]

-[grunting]

-Heathcliff!

Do not throw yourself

at Mr. Linton, Cath.

[pensive music playing]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[music fades out]

[sighs]

[pig squealing]

[squealing continues]

-[Cathy groans]

-[squealing continues]

[breathing shakily]

[sighs]

[breathing shakily]

-Harder.

-[grunting]

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[groans]

Must you do that here, Joseph?

The drain in the yard

is at overflow.

[sighs] So my skirts

will be nothing but pig scab.

[sighs]

[Cathy, Heathcliff

breathing heavily]

[Cathy scoffs]

Every moment that passes,

we slide further and further

beyond the pale.

Sorry, Miss Catherine.

[Cathy groans]

[breathes shakily]

[woman] "Two households,

both alike in dignity

In fair Verona,

where we lay our scene."

And thus begins the greatest,

most romantic play

I have ever read

in my entire life.

And that is including Othello ,

which you know I loved, Edgar.

I actually believe

that the nurse is the villain

of the story

because she allows

this chaos to ensue,

knowing that they're going

to be doomed

and that there's going to be

so much death.

But I don't really like

the nurse actually.

But anyway, Mercutio

gets k*lled in the street.

Mercutio.

[woman]

And Romeo then kills Tybalt

for revenge

for Mercutio's death.

He's m*rder*d in the street.

And everyone sees.

So, Romeo,

he's banished from Verona.

And Juliet gets word of this,

and she's

absolutely devastated.

So she hatches this plan

with Friar Laurence, you see,

and-and she's going to take

this sleeping drink,

and she's going to elope

and no one's going to know.

And word of this

was supposed to be sent

to Romeo,

so that's where

you-you think it's gonna go.

But someone tells Romeo

that Juliet's dead.

But you see,

Juliet is not dead at all.

-She's only taken...

-No.

...a sleeping draft,

but Romeo did not know,

for he was in Mantua,

and the letters

had not reached him.

What a thorough prcis,

Isabella.

I feel quite transported.

Oh, how I cried.

Edgar, I thought

my head might fall off.

[chuckling] Oh, dear.

That would not do.

Well, no, indeed not.

For then I should have nowhere

to put my ribbons.

[both chuckle]

-[screams]

-[Cathy yelps]

[screams] Edgar!

-What on earth is it? What--

-Edgar, I saw a ghost.

Edgar, I saw a ghost.

I saw a ghost there.

There. By the wall.

Oh, Edgar, it had

the most fearsome visage.

Ghastly pale. It was hideous.

It had dead, evil eyes.

There will be some reasonable

explanation. Let me look.

Edgar, please don't leave me.

Please.

You are quite safe,

I assure you.

[Isabella inhales shakily]

[Isabella breathing shakily]

[sighs]

[gasps]

[blows]

May I assist you?

[Nelly] "Have sprained

my ankle on a hideous wall.

Linton has taken me in."

-[sighs]

-[Zillah] Linton!

"Had cream cake for tea

and chocolate."

-[Earnshaw chuckles]

-[Zillah] Chocolate?

[Nelly]

She has underlined chocolate.

[chuckles] Clever little cat.

She'll be in clover.

But she's sprained her ankle.

I will go. I can carry her.

-'Tis five miles.

-[Heathcliff] It's nothing.

No, no, no, no, no.

You can't go up there,

you silly boy.

You're a servant, Heathcliff.

This is her chance.

And likely her only one.

Well, she's already

well past spinsterhood.

We can't have you

blundering up there.

Would ruin her prospects.

Do... Nelly, we can't just...

A most impressive fellow,

you know.

A gentleman

through and through.

I mean, he's not quite out of

the top drawer, you know.

[chuckling] Obviously.

But we can overlook

such things, can't we?

As we have done with you,

my dear. [chuckles]

Oh, and the Grange.

You've never seen

anything like it.

The drawing room

is made of crystal.

How is Cathy?

[Earnshaw]

Purring like a kitten.

Waited on hand and foot

by both Linton and his ward.

And what is she like?

-[Earnshaw] Miss Isabella?

-Yes.

Oh, she's very fine.

Very pretty indeed.

Good.

[Earnshaw]

It is a wonder that Linton

didn't marry her himself.

But still,

I suppose they're more like

brother and sister really.

-When will Cathy be back?

-[Earnshaw] Soon enough.

She kept that ankle clamped

to a velvet pillow

for as long as is

remotely credible. [chuckles]

Mind you, if Linton is even

half as smitten as he looks,

I doubt

if she'll be back here long.

[Earnshaw chuckles]

[whimsical music playing]

[Earnshaw] Whoa!

Oh.

[gasping]

[gasps]

Oh.

Ooh, my poor boots.

-[chuckles]

-[grunts]

[scoffs]

[grunting]

Thank you, Joseph.

-Cathy.

-Miss Earnshaw.

-What is it?

-[Zillah gasps]

You are transformed.

It is all Isabella.

She is

the sweetest person alive.

She fixed my hair herself.

It is her special talent.

[Zillah gasps]

You know, she has a room

entirely for ribbons.

-Just ribbons.

-[chuckles]

Where is Heathcliff?

Well, here you are.

You're back then.

Oh, is that it?

I've been gone six weeks.

You do not bother yourself

to greet me?

In fact,

I do believe you are hiding.

Oh, how cross you look.

And dirty.

I can smell you from here.

No one could be in any danger

of smelling you.

Just enough perfume

to make the eyes water.

It is lily of the valley.

It is no such thing.

You're angry because

I was gone for so long.

[scoffs]

It could not be helped.

I'm not angry, Cathy.

I'm busy.

All right? You came to see me,

lo, here we are, so you have.

Why don't you go and bother

one of the other servants?

Heathcliff, do not--

For God's sake,

will you listen?

I tell you, I have work to do.

I cannot endlessly indulge

every last

wretched whim of yours.

We're not children

anymore, Cathy.

Surely you understand

that now?

I cannot play with you.

As though I could crave

your company

after so many weeks

with Edgar and Isabella.

Carry on with your work.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[wind howling]

-Heathcliff, I want--

-[Joseph] You get in there.

Do you hear me?

Come on. Get in there.

-[Zillah breathes shakily]

-[Joseph] Go.

[breathing heavily]

[Joseph]

You've been a bad girl.

-A very bad girl.

-[Zillah laughs]

You're not gonna be laughing

in a minute.

[Zillah chuckles]

Where do you think you're

going, hey? Get back here.

You don't wanna stay here

with me? Stay with Joseph?

-[Zillah grunts]

-Hmm?

[both moan]

What do you want?

[gasps]

-[whip cracks]

-[Zillah squeals]

[Joseph] This'n, or...

[breathes shakily]

[sighs] Hmm?

[breathing heavily]

[Joseph] Oh, yeah.

[Zillah breathing heavily]

[Joseph moans]

Ooh, f*cking hell.

-Pull it harder, Joseph.

-I'll break your teeth.

Pull it harder. [yelps]

-[gasps]

-[Heathcliff] Shh.

-[Joseph, Zillah moaning]

-[thumping sounds]

[Joseph] Oh, good girl.

Good girl.

[Joseph, Zillah

grunting and moaning]

[Heathcliff breathing heavily]

[Joseph, Zillah grunting]

[Joseph, Zillah moaning]

[Joseph, Zillah

breathing heavily]

[Joseph] You're amazin'.

[Zillah laughing]

[footsteps receding]

[Cathy, Heathcliff

breathing heavily]

-Cath...

-No.

[Nelly]

Are you feeling quite right?

What? Oh, yes. Fine.

[wind whistling]

I'm going for a walk.

In those skirts?

[Cathy breathing heavily]

[wind blowing]

Cathy!

[Cathy moaning]

[moaning continues]

[Cathy moaning,

breathing heavily]

-[moans]

-[rocks clattering]

[Cathy breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[pensive music playing]

-[softly] Cathy.

-Oh, God.

-Cath. Cath, it's nothing.

-No. Please go away.

-Go away and leave me alone.

-It's nothing.

Oh, God. Oh, God, I will die.

[chuckling] Don't die.

It's not worth dying over.

How dare you laugh at me,

you devil? This is your doing!

How is it my doing?

-Stop talking.

-Cath.

Stop. Do not talk to me

or look at me.

You're going to

make yourself ill.

Do not ever look at me again!

Stop or you will k*ll me.

[breathes shakily]

Do not.

[breathing heavily]

Do not. Let go of my hand.

Never.

[sniffs]

[music continues]

I have you now.

I can follow you like a dog

to the end of the world.

[music intensifies]

[breathing heavily]

[softly] Put me down.

If you care for me at all,

put me down.

Do not follow me.

I beg of you.

["Wall of Sound"

by Charli xcx playing]

[Earnshaw singing drunkenly]

[Zillah] Come on, sir.

[Cathy] For God's sake...

[Earnshaw] Hold me up.

Don't look at me like that!

I'm ill!

[Cathy] We are all ill.

We are all ill because of you!

[Earnshaw] Ingrate! Slattern!

-Cathy...

-Not now, Nelly.

-Catherine...

-Not now, Nelly!

Whatever it is, it must...

[shushing]

Mr. Linton is in the parlor.

Mr. Linton?

[Earnshaw shouting

in distance]

Mr. Linton.

I am not fit to receive you.

Miss Earnshaw,

that could never be true.

Indeed it is. I... I fear

I must excuse myself.

Must be most distressing

to see your father so...

unwell.

You saw him then.

[sighs]

It is too shaming.

No.

It is all too shaming.

No, no.

I'm sorry, Mr. Linton.

I'm very sorry.

Miss Earnshaw, please, sit.

There is something I must say.

Please.

Please.

If I were in heaven, Nelly,

I should be

extremely miserable.

Because you're not fit

to go there.

[Cathy scoffs]

Not just that.

It is because

I should be homesick.

Did something pass

between you and Mr. Linton?

He asked me to marry him.

And what was your response?

I accepted him.

Well, be quick, Nelly.

Tell me, was I wrong?

Do you love him?

One could not help

but love Edgar.

Then where is the obstacle?

Here.

In whichever place

the soul lives,

I'm convinced I am wrong.

[Nelly] Why?

Nelly, you know why.

[sighs]

Heathcliff.

[Cathy] I love him.

Not because he's handsome,

Nelly, but because he's...

more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls

are made of,

his and mine are the same.

[Nelly sighs]

Do not sigh at me.

[sighs]

I know you think

I'm a selfish wretch...

but if I marry Mr. Linton,

I could aid Heathcliff

to rise.

I could place him

out of my father's power.

With your husband's money?

You'll find him not so pliable

as you calculate upon.

Why did I ask you?

What would you know about it?

You've never loved anyone

in your whole life.

No one has ever loved you.

[unsettling music playing]

You say you love Edgar Linton.

You have accepted

his proposal.

It is done, Cathy.

I do not know what it is

you want from me.

Reassurance?

Compassion?

Some kindness?

You must know, Nelly, you.

It would degrade me

to marry Heathcliff.

We would be beggars.

So he shall never know

how I love him. [sniffles]

["Open Up" by Charli xcx

playing]

[sobbing]

[Nelly] Where are you going?

[Cathy]

To the Grange to call it off.

I could not sleep last night.

I should never

have accepted Linton.

Cathy, stop!

-Stop!

-What?

[Nelly] Joseph, tell her.

I'm sorry, Miss Earnshaw.

He made off with the horse.

Last night.

["Open Up" continues]

Cathy...

I do not think

he is coming back.

Of course he is.

He is only trying to vex me.

You know what he's like.

He would never

leave me, Nelly.

Never.

Did he come?

[Nelly grunts]

We could put it off.

It has been a year. It cannot

be put off any longer.

Tighter.

-Tighter.

-This is tight enough.

-Tighter, Nelly.

-But you will not breathe.

Tighter.

["The Dark-Eyed Sailor"

by Olivia Chaney playing]

[Cathy grunts]

God, how I love you.

[Isabella] Cathy. Hello!

Can I give you

your wedding present now?

[Cathy]

Oh, it's... it's quite lovely.

[Isabella] I made it the night

that Edgar proposed,

once I knew that you

would join us here forever.

-Is this?

-Your real hair. Yes.

For I had been collecting it

from the brush

while you stayed with us.

I... I knew I could not use

anything else,

for your hair is so singular.

Well, this... must have taken

a very long time.

[chuckles] Oh, no matter.

For I have nothing to do.

[whimsical music playing]

Let us put

Little Catherine here.

Oh, next to me.

[Isabella sighs]

[Cathy] How extraordinary.

[Isabella exhales sharply]

Wait till you see

your dresses, Cathy.

[sighs]

Oh, Edgar.

How many did you have made?

This was all my dear ward.

Isabella knows everything.

She had all of these ordered.

From France

and Belgium and Italy.

All of the ateliers have been

making things

to your measurements.

I had to sacrifice

my ribbon room for it.

Oh, Isabella, no.

[stammers]

It was no hardship...

knowing how pleased

you would be.

Come. Come, there is more.

Oh, Cathy, wait till you see.

[chuckling]

Your bedroom. When they asked

me what color it should be,

I said it should be the most

beautiful color in the world.

The color of my wife's

sweet face.

Here, look.

The freckle from your cheek.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Nelly.

Nelly.

Nelly.

Nelly.

-Nelly!

-Yes, Cathy.

Well, you have been quiet.

Quiet?

Since we came.

It is not like you

to be so silent.

Do you disapprove?

Of what?

I don't know.

Perhaps it is

only contentment.

You have no complaints?

What could there be

to complain about?

That we are too comfortable?

Too warm?

That your necklace is too big?

That the dog is too small?

It is too small.

I'll grant you that.

As for the rest?

This is good.

[Nelly] It is good, Cathy.

[Nelly] Hmm?

["Chains of Love"

by Charli xcx playing]

[breathing heavily]

[no audible dialogue]

[Edgar]

Everything all right, my love?

Catherine.

[Cathy] I'm fine.

[no audible dialogue]

[song continues]

Darling, what are you doing?

[Edgar grunts]

Gosh.

[breathes heavily]

[song ends]

[muffled chatter]

[Isabella] They said the

colors would be periwinkle.

-Please, Edgar!

-[Edgar] Bella.

-But, Edgar, I'm grown up.

-[Edgar sighs]

[Isabella] I'm 21 and a half.

[Edgar] Your age has

nothing to do with it, Bella.

[Isabella] Please.

[Edgar] You've been asking me

for weeks,

and for weeks I have said no.

[Isabella] Yes, but you

have not said why, Edgar.

-[Edgar] Absolutely not.

-Oh, please, Edgar! Please!

[Edgar]

Do not press me, Bella.

A hanging is not

an appropriate place

for a young lady.

You are so old-fashioned.

Tell him, Catherine.

No, he is right.

You would not like it,

Isabella.

Indeed. Thank you, darling.

I've always found them

quite... barbaric.

-[Nelly] Hmm.

-[Isabella] That is a shame.

For I thought you

would have taken

a particular interest

in this hanging, Catherine.

Why?

Because of who

is being hanged.

What?

[whispering] It is a woman.

[exhales shakily]

[Isabella laughs]

Do you think

they will do it in her skirts?

[Edgar] Oh, for God's sake.

[Isabella]

It would be quite indecent,

for surely one could only

look up and see--

[Edgar] Isabella, enough.

Look, you have upset

dear Catherine.

No, no.

I only need some air.

-[crow caws]

-[wind whistling]

[Cathy sighing]

[pensive music playing]

Mrs. Linton. Mrs. Linton.

Oh, Joseph.

Oh, it is good to see you.

-Yeah.

-It has been such a long time.

How are you?

How is Zillah?

Zillah? Gone. Married.

Oh.

Yeah, she's got a little...

a little boy now.

Tubby little rascal.

See them

in the village sometimes.

-She doesn't greet me.

-Oh.

But it wouldn't look well, her

talking to someone like me.

I know that.

I'd embarrass her. [chuckles]

No. I don't think that's true.

Have you come

to see your father?

-How is he?

-[inhales sharply]

[bottles clanking]

[Cathy breathing shakily]

-Hello, Daughter.

-[gasps]

-Papa.

-Oh.

"Papa" is it now? [chuckles]

What has happened?

[Earnshaw] What has happened?

Uh, Zillah is gone,

and I've no money

to replace her.

And so, uh, we sink into ruin.

Edgar sends money, Papa.

I know he does.

Have you come here

to scold me?

Uh, no, I...

I came to wish you

a happy Christmas.

And to see how you are.

And how do you find me?

Quite well.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Not dead, you mean.

You do look well, however.

Mmm. [smacks lips]

Gladdens my heart

to see you so happy, Catkin.

Perhaps you might share

some of that happiness

with your poor,

lonely, old papa.

Just give him a little bit

more to get by on.

You know I cannot, Papa.

For you will only

gamble it away.

And what will you

spend it on, eh?

More garish jewels?

More tawdry geegaws

to dangle about your person?

[mumbles] Well, I suppose

I should not begrudge it.

You've had no children

and nothing to do except

make yourself ridiculous.

[tense music playing]

No children

in all these years.

That fine husband of yours

not up to it, I suppose.

-Or perhaps it's you--

-Stop!

[coins clanking]

-There!

-No!

Since you will toss

your coins on the floor,

you will stay

and watch me grope for them,

since that is what

you meant by it.

[groaning]

[grunting]

I'm sorry.

-[Cathy sobbing]

-Catherine. Catherine.

It's all right.

It's all right.

It's all right.

You're a very brave,

very good girl, my darling.

You have survived

that wretched place.

You need never

go back there again.

I do not know why I went back.

[kisses]

[Cathy sighs]

There is nothing for me there.

["Sussex Carol" playing]

-[Cathy] Oh, my. [chuckles]

-[Edgar chuckles]

[Cathy gasps]

Oh, look at this.

Happy Christmas, Nelly, dear.

Thank you, Cathy.

-Oh.

-[Isabella gasping]

[Isabella chuckles]

Oh. [chuckles]

[Edgar] A book of friendship.

[Cathy] Oh. Oh, you drew that?

Yes. Yes. That is you and I.

[Isabella, Edgar chuckle]

Oh. Ribbons.

That is

your beautiful silhouette

that I watched one day

-from your room.

-[Edgar chuckles]

-Oh, look at this.

-What on Earth is that?

Yes, this is, um, a rose

which reminded me of you also.

The most beautiful rose

in the world. [chuckles]

-[Edgar] Beautiful.

-[Cathy] Oh.

-[chuckles]

-[Isabella] Remember the day

that we went walking,

and you picked out

a mushroom and you said,

-"What a lovely mushroom"?

-Yes.

Well, I commemorated it

in decoupage.

[Cathy, Edgar,

Isabella chuckling]

-[Edgar] God.

-[Cathy chuckles]

It's fantastic news,

Catherine.

All round.

It's fantastic news.

-I have never been happier.

-[chuckles]

So you are excited

to become a father then?

I am giddy.

I feel like a chit fresh out

of the schoolroom.

-You clever thing.

-[chuckles]

-[Cathy sighs]

-[Edgar sighs]

Will you stay here tonight?

Nothing would please me more.

[kisses]

But you need your rest,

my love.

And you will not rest

if I stay here with you.

[chuckles] Good night.

[Edgar] Good night, my love.

-How wonderful.

-[door closes]

[cracking]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

["The Dark-Eyed Sailor"

by Olivia Chaney playing]

[song continues]

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Oh, what a wicked trick!

[Cathy breathing heavily]

I dared not hope.

[sniffles, sighing]

Let me look at you.

[breathes heavily]

Oh, you are handsome.

You brute.

[scoffs]

And rich. [scoffs]

[chuckles]

Does that amuse you?

[inhales sharply]

Not in the least.

[breathing heavily]

Come. We must not

get the mopes.

Come to dinner.

Everyone will be

so delighted to see you.

[Cathy] I ruined my dress

climbing up there

to get to him,

and he did not move an inch.

So you have been abroad?

Oh, Edgar, look at him.

Of course he has.

Tell us, Heathcliff,

where have you been?

What have you been doing

these past years?

Was it very exciting?

At times.

Is that all? "At times"?

After near five years,

it was exciting "at times"?

Mmm.

[chuckles]

[Cathy] I see you want me

to press it out of you.

[Heathcliff chuckles]

Well, I will not beg you

for your story, Heathcliff.

In fact,

I am beginning to suspect

-that it was very boring.

-It wasn't.

Perhaps he was a pirate.

[Heathcliff] Perhaps I was.

Oh, dear. Surely not.

[inhales sharply]

I really don't care

what you have been doing.

Do I, Edgar?

Darling, have I

even mentioned Heathcliff?

I do not believe so, my love.

[Cathy] You see?

Keep your secrets, Heathcliff.

And we will have to assume

that your fortune

was most ill-gotten.

-[Heathcliff chuckles]

-Where are you staying?

At Wuthering Heights.

No, you... you mustn't.

The place is no more

than a ruin.

Tell him, Edgar.

He must come here.

-Indeed. If he... If...

-No.

No, I would rather be home.

Home? Yes, I suppose it is

a sort of home for you.

Yes, I should say so,

since I bought it.

You did not.

[chuckling] Oh, how wonderful.

For us to have a neighbor.

[chuckles]

Wonderful.

[whimsical music playing]

He is the most handsome man

I ever saw. [chuckles]

Who is?

Mr. Heathcliff, of course.

Heathcliff?

He would devour you.

Oh! He would not.

He would indeed.

He is rough and wild

and of wicked temper.

[stammers]

Why would you say such things?

He is your friend.

Yes, it is because

he is my friend

that I can say it

with such certainty.

Oh, you are funny, Isabella.

He would crush you

like a sparrow's egg.

You are a dog

in the manger, Cathy!

Do you think I speak

from jealousy?

I only meant

to save you from humiliation.

By all means, pursue him.

I'm sure he'll find

your efforts greatly amusing.

As will I.

[whimsical music continues]

-[gasps, scoffs]

-[music ends]

[Edgar]

Oh, it will be some game.

For you two

have never quarreled.

What could there be

to quarrel about?

I'll be back by supper.

[Cathy and Edgar kissing]

[Cathy] Goodbye, darling.

-Thank you.

-Sir.

I'm sure you know why Isabella

has savaged my poor doll.

It is because she is

quite besotted with you.

Hmm.

Indeed, I had not noticed.

You know she is.

But now that you bring it to

my attention, she is pretty.

-Heathcliff...

-And rich.

She's not been shy

about the inheritance

settled upon her

once she marries.

And she likes me, you say?

Why don't we ask her?

For I am quite certain

she's hovering by the door,

listening to us.

Isabella?

Isabella, come in, dear.

[singsongy]

We know you are there.

Shall I come and fetch you?

Oh, look, Heathcliff.

Oh! [chuckles]

Someone who admires you

even more than I do.

-[Isabella breathing shakily]

-[chuckles]

Poor thing is breaking

her heart over you.

-Cathy, please.

-No! No, no, no.

-Excuse me.

-Don't run away, dearest.

Don't run away.

You see, Isabella thinks that

if only I would step aside,

she would sh**t a shaft

of light into your soul

that would make you

a gentleman.

-No!

-[screams, sobs]

Do not run.

I will not be named

a dog in the manger again.

-[breathes shakily]

-I will go. You stay.

Have him to yourself.

Show him your dolls.

[softly] No.

[Isabella sobs]

You are a dog in the manger.

You have no interest in her.

You know you do not.

Leave her alone.

Why should I?

If it's kissing she wants,

I'm more than happy to oblige.

-You will not.

-I have a right to

if she chooses, and you have

no right to object.

I'm not your husband,

remember?

You have no right

to be jealous of me.

Do not scratch

at me, Heathcliff.

I have been nothing but kind

since your return.

-[chuckling]

-No?

Have I chastised you once

for your desertion?

Have I delivered

a single rebuke?

These past years,

I have not known

-if you were alive or dead.

-[sighs]

And you dare to upbraid me?

When the fault is yours!

Mine?

-How have I wronged you?

-How?

You knew I loved you,

and you disregarded it.

-[inhales sharply]

-Don't say you did not.

You treated me infernally.

Do you hear?

Infernally.

And if you flatter yourself

that I don't perceive it,

then you are a fool.

And if you think a few

sweet words will console me,

then you are an idiot.

And if you fancy

that you can

marry Linton unrevenged,

I will convince you

of the contrary.

Oh, there can be no peace

between us, Catherine.

I was a fool

to think otherwise.

For peace with you

is worse than w*r.

So, thank you

for telling me

Miss Isabella's secret.

I swear I'll make

the most of it.

For you are welcome

to t*rture me to death

for your own amusement.

Only please allow me to amuse

myself in the same style.

Kiss her then.

Marry her, for all I care.

It is nothing to me.

If I thought

you really meant that,

I'd cut my own throat.

So cut it.

Only do not do it

on this carpet.

For it is Edgar's favorite,

and he would be very sorry

to see it ruined.

[tense music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

I do not think

we should receive

Mr. Heathcliff anymore.

Whatever you wish, my dear.

-[Isabella breathing shakily]

-[Cathy] Hmm.

[Earnshaw]

Poor little Heathcliff.

[thunder crashing]

I'm in no mood

for you tonight.

Oh, I just thought you might

like a little company.

[kisses]

There is gin

on the side table.

Let that be your companion.

Oh? Oh, thank you, dear boy.

You are good

to your old papa, aren't you?

[chuckles]

It's a grim joke, my boy.

[chuckles] Is it not?

My dream in bringing you here

was to make

a gentleman of you.

Uh, and now, to look at us...

[chuckles]

...who could tell

which was which?

[chuckles] Mmm.

It still is...

It's not enough, is it?

Not for her.

[laughs]

You're still just her pet.

You'll only ever be her pet.

[laughs]

[melancholic music playing]

[Nelly] Joseph?

-[breathing heavily]

-[Heathcliff] Catherine.

-Is he in there? Is he? Is he?

-Don't.

[sighs]

[sobs]

[sobbing]

[softly]

I'm sorry, Papa. I'm sorry.

[sobs]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[softly] I'm sorry.

[Cathy sobs, breathes shakily]

-[sniffles]

-Cath...

-Please. Please.

-[sobs]

[breathing heavily]

[Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

-Cath.

-Do not follow me.

Wait.

Leave me alone.

-Cath!

-Leave me alone.

You're wet.

I am not.

-You're cold.

-I am not!

You will catch your death.

It will be your fault.

-[grunting]

-It will be yours!

[both grunting]

-No! No! Put me down!

-[Heathcliff grunts]

You must put me down! [grunts]

[both grunt]

[both grunting]

Do not hit me.

I only mean to keep you dry,

you wretched shrew.

I hate you.

What are you doing? Do not...

[both breathing heavily]

[Cathy grunts]

[Heathcliff grunts]

[Cathy breathes shakily]

I should not have kicked him.

That was bad.

I can only admire

your restraint

in limiting it to twice.

The rain will not last, Cath.

There is some blue yet.

[Cathy sighs]

You and I both know

there is none.

[sighs]

Why did you leave me?

I thought it would k*ll me,

Heathcliff.

Why did you do it?

Why did I leave you?

Why did you despise me?

Why did you betray

your own heart?

Oh, I heard you that day,

the day you accepted Edgar.

You said it would degrade you

to marry me.

No, I... No.

No, Heathcliff, I...

You did not hear all.

You did not hear all.

[softly]

I said that I loved you.

I love you.

You loved me? You loved me?

Then what right had you

to leave me?

Answer me. What right?

Oh, for the poor fancy

you felt for Linton?

Because misery,

degradation, death,

nothing that God or Satan

could inflict

would have parted us.

You did it, of your own will.

I have not broken your heart.

You have broken it.

[Cathy sighs]

And in breaking it,

you've broken mine.

[breathing shakily]

[melancholic music continues]

So kiss me again.

And let us both be damned.

[Edgar] "Come unto me,

all ye that labor

and are heavy laden,

and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you,

and learn of me;

for I am meek

and lowly in heart:

and ye shall find rest

unto your souls.

For my yoke is easy

and my burden is light."

[Nelly] Cathy.

-Catherine.

-Hmm?

You will be careful,

won't you?

Does Heathcliff know?

I do not know what you mean.

That you are with child.

No.

[sighs]

["Funny Mouth" by Charli xcx

playing]

I love you.

[softly] I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

[both breathing heavily,

moaning]

Quick. Be quick. Quick.

I know.

[song continues]

[Cathy moans]

[breathing heavily]

[Cathy sighs]

This cannot go on.

Who says so?

My conscience.

Then do not listen.

You are not married.

You cannot feel the flames

at your feet.

Well, at least now

your feet are warm, Cath.

Do not jest.

Do not.

[moans]

[Cathy sighs]

Heathcliff, do not...

I hate you.

[Cathy breathes heavily]

Well, I love you.

[both breathing heavily]

Go.

-Very well.

-[chuckling softly]

Tomorrow?

I thought we must stop?

[sighs]

I have to go.

-No. [groans]

-Yes.

[Cathy sighs]

Cath? Cath, what is it?

Nothing. Only I am so happy.

-I love you.

-Don't say it.

I love you.

[Heathcliff moans]

You'll k*ll me.

-I love you.

-Don't say it.

-I love you. I love you.

-Don't say it.

Why do you stay here?

It's filthy. Why don't you

stay in my old room?

Because then I cannot lie here

as I do now.

And imagine that

we are still children.

And you're asleep

in your bed across the yard.

And there is still a chance.

[sighs]

I wish I had never said it.

I changed my mind immediately.

I was going to call it off

the next day.

If I had known

you were listening...

I always thought you did.

How could I?

Because Nelly saw me.

[ominous music playing]

You will find

another position, Nelly.

What?

You will find

another position.

-Another position?

-Immediately.

What is it you suspect me of?

Treason.

What treason?

The night that Heathcliff

disappeared,

he was listening to us.

He heard. And you knew.

And you did not tell me

that he was there.

You did not give me

the opportunity to rectify

what would become

the worst mistake of my life.

Why?

Why, Nelly?

Do you know what I think?

I think you like

to see me cry.

Not half as much

as you like crying.

You will tell Edgar

you have found a new place.

And you will go.

Where will I go?

I don't care.

[breathing shakily]

[ominous music continues]

[breathing heavily]

Catherine.

Yes, darling?

I think it is best

that you do not see

Mr. Heathcliff anymore.

-But, darling, I...

-Don't.

You were quite right,

of course,

to welcome him here

while he found his feet.

But I think it's best we sever

the connection now, don't you?

It would be most distressing

if anyone mistook

your natural good-heartedness

for something untoward.

Especially given

your condition.

Of course.

You are right, as always.

Thank you, darling, for saving

me from my own foolishness.

[breathes shakily]

What are you reading?

Oh, j-just s-some

silly nonsense.

[Cathy chuckles]

-[glass cracks]

-[Cathy gasps]

What on earth was that?

[unsettling music playing]

The swallows get lost

when the wind changes.

-Let me see to it.

-Don't.

Please.

I don't want it to suffer.

If it will make you

feel better.

Where are you?

I know you are here.

Are you mad?

You've broken the window.

You have to go.

Where were you?

Heathcliff,

you do not understand.

Catherine,

is everything all right?

[Cathy] Yes, my love.

Well, come back inside.

He cannot see us.

-Are you sure?

-Do not-- [gasps]

No, no. You mustn't.

I mustn't?

Wasn't that your tongue

in my mouth, Cathy?

I'll set the dogs on you.

And every bite will be

a pleasure coming from you.

[both breathing heavily]

-[Cathy gasps]

-[Edgar] Enough.

Come on. Back inside.

[Cathy] Sorry, darling.

It's freezing.

You'll catch your death.

I like the cold.

Yes, but our son may not.

[breathes shakily]

[wind howling]

[Heathcliff] Tell me.

[gasps]

Is it mine?

[sighs]

It is not. [breathes shakily]

How can you be sure?

I was sure

before your return.

I'm sorry.

It is Edgar's child.

Did you think I would mind?

Did you think

it would stop me?

Indeed, I only would have

enjoyed it more.

You fiend.

-I'm amazed he had it in him.

-[breathes shakily]

I'm amazed

he would dare touch you.

You would be shocked at

the things Edgar dares to do.

-Would I?

-It would make you blush.

-Is that right? [grunts]

-[breathing heavily]

It would make even Joseph

and Zillah blush,

what he does to me.

[Heathcliff breathes heavily]

And that is how

you found yourself

-in this squalid condition.

-[inhales sharply]

Yes.

[breathes heavily]

I'm amazed

it didn't happen sooner.

He barely lets me sleep.

[softly] He cannot keep

his hands off me.

[both breathing shakily]

-He loves me so much.

-You liar.

He does. He loves me.

And you love him.

More than anything.

More than anyone.

I love him so.

I've never loved anyone else.

You b*tch.

[both chuckle]

[both moaning,

breathing heavily]

-This is how you love him?

-Yes.

-This is how you love him?

-Yes.

-This is how you love him?

-Yes.

[both moaning,

breathing heavily]

-I'll k*ll him. Yeah.

-Oh, God, yes.

-I'll crush his ribs.

-Yes.

I'll tear his heart out.

I'll slit his throat.

I'll drink his f*cking blood.

-[Cathy moaning]

-[Heathcliff grunting]

[both breathing heavily]

[Heathcliff grunts, sighs]

Would you really k*ll him?

[Heathcliff breathing heavily]

I'll go to his room directly,

and I'll break his neck.

Tell me to do it.

-[Cathy gasps]

-Make me do it.

[both breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

I said that you

would degrade me.

I did not know

that I would degrade myself.

It's only a little shame,

Cath. It will not last.

Let me go.

Let me go, Heathcliff.

Listen to me.

This cannot go on.

Heathcliff, it is done.

You don't mean it.

It is done.

I love you.

It doesn't matter.

I love you. [kisses]

[breathes shakily] I love you.

It is too late.

You are too late.

No.

I'll never forgive you.

[Cathy sobs]

[mumbling]

-[window bangs]

-[gasps]

[wind howling]

[Isabella breathes shakily]

Do you know how this works?

Would you like me to show you?

[Isabella breathes shakily]

Cathy was right.

I am rough

and cruel

and cold and unfeeling.

Do you want me to stop?

[breathes shakily]

I do not love you.

I will never love you.

I will treat you abominably.

Do you want me to stop?

[grunts, breathes shakily]

I will marry you

with the sole purpose

of tormenting Catherine.

I will think of her

every moment I am with you.

Do you want me to stop?

[Isabella whimpers,

breathes shakily]

Do you want me to stop?

No.

[breathes heavily]

-[Nelly] Isabella?

-[knocking on door]

[Nelly]

Is everything all right?

Ugh. Filthy creature.

[bride crying]

Will you stop crying?

[groom] Come on.

I've married you, haven't I?

All I have to ask you is,

are you of marriageable age?

Yes.

-Are you free to marry?

-Yes.

[Cathy] She is a fool.

[Edgar]

I can bear much, Catherine.

But I will not stand for you

weeping over that fiend

in front of me.

It is enough.

All right? Enough.

[registrar]

Are you free to marry?

Yes.

Congratulations. You may

kiss the bride, etcetera.

[Cathy] I'm so sorry.

-I cannot help it.

-You will, for God's sake.

You will help it.

Get out of my sight

until you're recovered.

[sobs]

[Nelly]

This is indecent, Cathy.

Pull yourself together.

[sobbing]

[Isabella] Dear Nelly,

I know that Edgar will not

accept a letter from me,

so I am come to you.

I cannot begin to describe

the trials

of this last fortnight.

I only wish to ask,

since you know my husband,

what have I married?

Is Mr. Heathcliff a man?

[snipping]

[Isabella] If so, is he mad?

If not, is he a devil?

[Isabella grunts]

I have no doubt that

he has me under some spell,

which I am incapable

of breaking.

Oh, s-sorry, sir.

[Heathcliff] Do not worry,

Joseph, you can stay.

You shall not bother us.

Is that not so, Isabella?

[Isabella] He is monstrous.

Diabolical.

Possessed.

[breathes shakily]

[Isabella] Help me, Nelly.

How goes your search

for a position?

It does not.

Edgar has forbidden it.

[Cathy] Hmm. Has he?

Once again,

my despair seems to be

your good fortune, Nelly.

I hope it soothes you

to blame me.

[door closes]

[Cathy sighs]

I told you

they would not read it.

[Heathcliff] Well, the letter

was not shocking enough,

or Nelly would've shown them.

I thought

it was quite harrowing.

It could not have been,

or they would respond.

[glass shatters]

Well, if you doubt

my competence,

then why don't you

write a letter?

[gasps]

Oh, no... You can't.

[Heathcliff] Hmm.

[tense music playing]

Write another...

to Cathy directly.

And then you

will be nice to me.

Then I will be

very nice to you.

[Isabella clears throat,

sniffs]

[Edgar] It has been too long.

I must see Catherine.

And how will she respect you

if you relent now?

Think what permissions you

will grant if you comfort her.

It would be nothing short

of an endorsement.

You must not see her.

Hold fast.

Show her you will not bend.

It is more important than ever

now Heathcliff has returned.

Heathcliff has returned?

Isabella has written.

They are at the Heights.

She wishes most fervently

to see you.

[Edgar breathes shakily]

Well, she can wish all she

wants, but it is in vain.

Tell her she can go hang

for all I care,

and tell my wife

to pull herself together.

I will have order

in this house again.

[unsettling music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

How many more weeks of this

must we all endure?

It is not good for you.

It is not good for the baby.

-The baby is gone.

-When?

Have you bled?

No.

[sighs]

If you have not bled,

then the baby is fine.

If you say so.

-[tableware rattles]

-Stop it now, Cathy,

or you will be in danger

of losing Edgar's

affection forever.

Heathcliff is gone.

You must accept it.

Mrs. Heathcliff's fortune

is in London, and--

Do not call her that.

-It is her name.

-It is my name.

I named him. He is mine.

[sighs]

[barking]

[Heathcliff]

Oh, shut up. It's Catherine.

Oh, Nelly. What do you want?

What is this?

It's nothing.

She has been insolent.

[barks]

This is monstrous.

Isabella, come at once.

Isabella, stay.

Heathcliff,

let the poor thing go.

Can't you see

she must hate you?

Aye.

She says so 100 times a day.

[chuckles]

And yet...

Isabella, if I leave you alone

for half a day,

won't you come sighing

and wheedling back to me?

[panting]

She's a funny creature, Nelly.

No brutality disgusts her.

No, I must suppose she has

an innate admiration of it.

So tell Catherine

I have finally found

my match in degradation.

Look.

I will tell her no such thing.

I want no part

of whatever this is.

For God's sake, Heathcliff.

Isabella,

let me take you home.

Would you like to come home?

Nelly, I am home.

[Edgar speaking indistinctly]

[pensive music playing]

[Heathcliff]

Write to Cathy again.

She cannot ignore me forever.

[Cathy] Have any letters

come for me, Nelly?

[Nelly] None at all.

[sighs]

[Heathcliff] Cathy,

let us call a truce now.

For this silence

will k*ll us both.

[breathing shakily]

[Heathcliff]

I will wait for you every day

and every night.

Why do you not respond?

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

[gasps]

[young Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

[Cathy breathing shakily]

[young Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

[gasps]

[breathing shakily]

Cathy, why did you do it?

[Cathy] I am sorry.

I am sorry.

[Cathy sobs]

[Nelly sighs]

[Nelly grunting]

Stop it. Stop it.

It is enough now.

Enough. Get out of bed.

I fear I cannot.

You can.

You can,

you selfish, wicked creature.

You can.

I will not stand for

this grotesque performance

a moment longer.

You are revolting.

You are both revolting.

-[laughing]

-Get out of bed.

Get out of bed.

Get out of bed.

[Cathy chuckles]

Ah, Nelly has

played traitor again.

Nelly is my hidden enemy.

[Cathy chuckles]

[laughs]

[breathing heavily]

What the devil is it?

"Theatrics," Nelly? These are

the signs of septicemia.

[Nelly] She said the baby died

some time ago.

I thought it was a pretense.

[Edgar] "A pretense"?

Then you are a torturer.

For God's sake.

Sir.

[Edgar] I cannot imagine what

hatred has been in your heart

for you to allow this, but

I will not have you near her.

Get out. Now. Go.

Go!

Where's the doctor?

[Cathy] No, no.

[softly] No, don't go.

Please, Nelly.

[melancholic music playing]

I think I must.

Whatever it was,

I'm sure you did not mean it.

Oh...

But I think I did.

[sniffles]

I won't tell.

I won't tell.

Nelly...

Yes?

[whispering indistinctly]

[melancholic music continues]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[shivering]

Heathcliff... Heathcliff...

I said you would k*ll me.

Look.

[shivering, panting]

[softly] No, no, no.

No, you will be well

by tomorrow.

Hmm? Hmm?

Think of the number of times

you have claimed to be dying.

Thousands at least.

[crying, breathing shakily]

I've never believed you.

And I won't today.

You are fine.

You will be fine.

[melancholic music continues]

[no audible dialogue]

[Edgar] I'm sorry.

Get off me. I'll k*ll you.

Heathcliff, do not.

You do not want to see...

[pensive music playing]

[shakily] Oh, no.

No, no, no.

[breathing shakily]

Heathcliff...

What?

Cathy? Cathy?

Wha...

Get the doctor!

For God's sake,

somebody get the doctor!

[sniffles]

[softly] You are all right.

You are fine.

My love, my love.

My darling pain.

Only do not go. No.

[crying] No, no, do not go.

It is unutterable.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

You... You said I k*lled you.

Haunt me then.

[breathing shakily]

Be with me always.

Take any form.

Drive me mad.

[sniffles]

Only please do not leave me

in this abyss

where I cannot find you.

[young Cathy] Heathcliff...

I'm sorry.

[young Heathcliff

breathing shakily]

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry

for me, Cathy.

For I would do it

again and again.

[romantic music playing]

[young Cathy]

Then we're doomed.

What can I do?

[young Heathcliff] Nothing.

Just stay with me.

[whispering] Cathy?

Cathy, are you awake?

Cathy?

[breathing deeply]

Catherine Earnshaw...

I will love you

until the day that I die...

and forever after.

["Always Everywhere"

by Charli xcx playing]

[song ends]

["Dying For You"

by Charli xcx playing]

[song fades out]