Wuthering Heights (2022)

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Mr. Heathcliff?

I'm Lockwood, your

new tenant, sir,

at Thrushcross Grange.

I'll do myself the honor of

calling as soon as possible.

I hope I've not inconvenienced

you in my arrival.

I should not allow

anyone to inconvenience me

if I could hinder it.

I do wonder why you

should select the thick

of a storm to ramble about in.

From Thy bounty, through

Christ our Lord, amen.

I don't think it possible for me

to get home without a guide.

Perhaps you could

spare one of your lads.

No, I could not.

I don't keep accommodations

for strangers.

I shall sleep in a chair.

A stranger is a stranger.

If you wish to stay,

you can share a bed

with either Hareton or Joseph.

Let this be a lesson

for you, Mr. Lockwood,

to not go on any more

ramblings on the moors.

I can go with him

as far as the park.

It would be hell.

Follow me.

Mind the candle, and

don't make a noise.

My master has an odd

notion about this room.

Have a good night, sir.

I'm so alone.

Cathy?

You, out now.

Don't leave.

Come back to me.

Come back.

This whole house is swarming

with ghosts and goblins.

If that little fiend

would have gotten in,

she would have strangled

me, snatched my soul away.

I'm not a fanciful man,

ma'am, nor a dishonest one.

I saw her with my own eyes,

and felt her with

my very own hands.

Who was she?

You have lived in

this neighborhood

a considerable

time, have you not?

All my life, sir.

First here, and

then at the grange,

when my mistress was married.

The master retained

me for his housekeeper

till he passed away.

Followed my second

mistress here.

Indeed, then you have seen

a good many alterations.

Aye, and a lot of troubles too.

You knew her?

This, Cathy.

And Mr. Heathcliff,

he knew her as well?

He loved her, dare I say.

He is a rather churlish man.

He must have led

a tumultuous life

to make him such a rough fellow.

Do you know anything

of his history?

I know all about

it, Mr. Lockwood,

save for the

circumstances of his birth

and how he got his fortune.

It would be a

charitable deed to tell me

something of my

neighbors, Miss Dean.

It's not a joyous tale.

There's not room for

smiles and laughter

so much, just tears and remorse.

I should like to hear it still.

30 years ago, when I took

over my mother's position

as housekeeper at

Wuthering Heights,

Mr. Earnshaw, Cathy's father,

was to return from

Liverpool that evening.

We all eagerly

awaited his arrival

because he was to bring

a present for all of us.

A riding whip for Cathy, a

fiddle for brother Hindley.

Your brother is studying.

And some

apples and pears for me.

Papa, Papa.

Papa, we're so

glad you came home.

I can see that.

Oh.

Catherine, give

your father a rest.

He's had a long journey.

Oh, oh oh oh.

Come.

I brought you something.

What did you bring me?

See here.

Oh, what is it?

A gift from God.

A gift from the

devil, more like it.

Quiet, girl.

I found him starving in

the streets of Liverpool.

It was the Christian thing

to do to bring him home.

How can you fashion

to bring this gypsy brat

into our home when we

have our own children

to feed and care for?

I couldn't let him starve.

Why not? Tends to

be what his kind do.

What's so special about

this dodgy foundling?

He's not my blood any

more than he is yours,

but he will be our son and

Hindley and Cathy's brother.

An easy conversion, no doubt.

Cathy.

Do you want to know

what I brought for you?

Yes.

I brought you Heathcliff.

Heathcliff? Heathcliff?

You've named this

after our brother?

It is a befitting name.

You hardly knew your brother,

and Cathy was only a twinkle

in my eye when he passed.

Nelly, wash him and

find him some clothes.

The rest of us, will go to bed.

Come on.

Dear God, thank

you for your mercy,

and thank you for this bounty

we are about to receive.

And dear God, thank you for

the gift of Heathcliff, amen.

Amen.

Here.

It'll make you strong.

Eat it up.

Here, put this in your lap.

Neat and tidy, huh?

From the very beginning

Heathcliff bred bad

feelings in the house.

Two years later,

Mrs. Earnshaw d*ed,

without ever seeing

Heathcliff as anything

but her husband's

ill-begotten bastard.

After the mistress' death,

Hindley began to view his father

as an oppressor

rather than a friend,

and Heathcliff as an usurper

of his father's affections.

That's right, keep

that nice and clean.

Otherwise, the

powder will ignite.

Very good. Now, see if you

can put that back down.

That's it.

That's right, now

hold this up here.

All right, pull this out.

Go ahead and pull that out.

And ram it down inside that.

Heathcliff and

Cathy became inseparable.

There wasn't a

place where one went

where the other didn't follow.

You're a dirty

gypsy, Heathcliff.

I hate you.

Finally, Arcure

advised Mr. Earnshaw

to send Hindley to college.

Mr. Earnshaw agreed, but

he never thought Hindley

would thrive, no matter

where he wandered.

I never believed.

I was the only one who

truly cared for Hindley.

Until the night

of his departure,

it seemed I would

be the only one

who would regret his absence.

Cathy?

Why can't you always

be a good lass?

Why can't you always

be a good man, Father?

Father?

Father?

Time for bed.

Nelly!

Day for your prayers, Mister.

Mr. Earnshaw.

Mr. Earnshaw?

Cathy.

Heathcliff, take Cathy

to bed. Back to bed.

Fetch Dr. Kenneth.

You'll always be

Catherine Heathcliff.

Forever.

Tell me, Heathcliff,

where did you come from?

I don't remember.

I don't remember

anything before you.

I think you're a

prince in disguise.

Your father was the

emperor of China,

and your mother was

an Indian queen.

And you were kidnapped

by wicked sailors

and brought to England.

You're worried

everything will change

once Hindley

returns, aren't you?

Well, with Father dead,

he does own the Heights.

I won't have much to

protect me but my own wits.

I shall protect you.

My brother won't touch a

single black hair on your head.

No one dare try to

take you away from me.

Nor you from me.

Hurry.

No parson in the

world ever pictured heaven

so beautifully as they did.

And I could not help wishing

we were all there safe together.

After his schooling,

Mr. Hindley came home

and set the neighbors

gossiping, right, left.

He brought a wife with him.

Heathcliff.

What she was

and where she was born...

The horses.

He never informed us.

She had neither money nor

name to recommend her,

or he would scarcely have kept

that union from his father.

Young Earnshaw was

altered considerably

in the years of his absence.

Hello, Catherine. This

is my wife, Frances.

Isn't this charming?

This is my sister Catherine,

our housekeeper Nelly,

and that was Joseph.

Welcome to Wuthering

Heights, ma'am.

Cathy, Hindley's told

me so much about you.

I've always wanted a

sister of my very own,

and now I have one.

Oh, why don't you

show me around?

From now on,

Nelly, you and Joseph are

to stay in the servants'

quarters, where you belong.

Of course, master.

And as for you, Heathcliff,

no more curate, and

stay in the stables.

My wife and I want the

house to ourselves.

Hindley became tyrannical,

evincing a dislike

to Heathcliff.

He drove him from their

company to the servants',

deprived him of education,

and insisted that he

should labor out of doors.

It's horrible what

Hindley's done to you.

Things will get better.

It'll be all right.

You do trust me, don't you?

Of course.

Good. Well then.

I'm going to read to you.

Where we were?

Heathcliff bore his degradation

fairly well at first,

because Cathy taught

him what she learnt

and worked or played

with him in the fields.

They both promised fair to

grow up as unruly savages.

The young master being

entirely negligent

how they behaved

and what they did,

so they kept clear of him.

It was one of their chief

amusements to run away

to the moors in the morning

and remain there all day.

They forgot everything the

minute they were together again.

To seek revenge,

but leave a place

for divine retribution.

Never pay back evil for evil.

Let your ills be such as

all men kept honorable.

If possible, live at

peace with all men.

What? Done already?

I think that's enough for today.

When Father was

alive, we were permitted

to play on Sundays.

I don't give a

damn what Father did.

This is my house

now. I am master.

Hindley, let them be.

If they want to run around

like savages, let them.

Fine, off with you then.

Here, look.

It's beautiful, Heathcliff.

That evening,

Hindley, in a passion,

told us to bolt the doors

and swore nobody should

let them in that night.

The household went to

bed, but I was determined

to admit them in spite

of the prohibition,

once they returned.

Heathcliff, look.

There's marigold at the grange.

I wonder how the Lintons

pass their Sunday evenings.

Standing around

shivering in corners

while the help burn their

eyes out by the fire.

Cathy.

Thrushcross Grange.

Your new home, Mr. Lockwood,

was once home to the Lintons,

a proud family of landed gentry.

Old Mr. Linton had

long since passed,

but he left two spirited

children, Isabella and Edgar.

They had all the grange

entirely to themselves.

Shouldn't they have been happy?

We should have thought

ourselves in heaven.

And now, guess what those

good children were doing.

Livelier, Isabella, livelier.

Livelier.

Don't you wish you had

been adopted by the Lintons?

Livelier, live...

I am playing it lively. You

sit down and play it then.

There's somebody out there.

They haven't seen us.

Men!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff, bring her in here.

You can lay her right there.

I have sent one of my

men for Dr. Kenneth.

He will be here within the hour.

Miss, where does it hurt?

Don't don't, don't

touch her. Please, please.

Sir.

No no, no no. Don't

touch her please.

Please.

Sir.

Get away.

Sir, if you cannot

behave civilized,

then I will have to

ask you to leave.

If you're not

sure, we'll wait for the doctor.

Fine.

But I can't leave Cathy here.

Let me tend to her.

Please, no, please. Please.

Seamus.

Your presence,

sire, is no longer required.

Do not worry.

She will be well taken care of.

She will be well cared for.

Look at the state of her.

I need to have.

My word.

I shall have to talk

to Hindley Earnshaw

about his gypsy brother.

Perhaps she would benefit

from staying here for a while.

Cathy stayed at

Thrushcross Grange five weeks.

By that time, her ankle

was thoroughly cured

and her manners much improved.

Mr. Linton commenced a

plan of reform by raising

her self-respect with

fine clothes and flattery,

which she readily took.

Remember, Heathcliff,

if I am to allow you

to stay here at the Heights,

you are not to speak to Cathy.

Not unless it

involves her horse.

Brother.

So that, instead of

a wild hapless little sage,

there lighted a very

dignified person.

Oh, Heathcliff,

you may come forward

and wish Miss Cathy welcome.

Heathcliff.

Have you forgotten all about me?

Shake hands with

her, Heathcliff.

Surely that's permitted.

Heathcliff, what have you been

doing with yourself?

I won't stand to be laughed at.

I didn't mean to laugh.

I couldn't handle myself.

Look how dirty you are.

You look lovely, Cath.

And on that note,

let's go in, shall we?

May I present a toast

to our guests the Lintons.

Edgar, Isabella, I bid you

welcome to Wuthering Heights.

Why thank you, Hindley.

Happy to be here.

It's marvelous pears

this year, quite a yield.

Nelly?

Can you

make me decent?

High time time, Heathcliff.

You know, proud

people often breed

sad sorrows for themselves.

I believe a few of Mr.

Earnshaw's old clothes

are in the attic.

As soon as I can steal

time, I'll help you.

Edgar Linton will look

like a dog compared to you.

What are you doing in here?

This is a place for civilized

ladies and gentlemen,

not for dirty gypsies.

Wait!

Till I take hold of those

elegant locks of yours,

see if I can't pull them

out a little longer.

I think they're long enough.

Look's like a colt's mane.

Oh!

No, Heathcliff!

Back to the stables.

Excuse us.

Fight!

I told you to fight back!

Now you must!

You were no more

his son than I was.

Joseph, I have to go give my

father's coat another brushing.

Next time, Edgar, take

the law to your fists.

It will give you an appetite.

Now then, who's up

for a round of bridge?

Heathcliff, it's for

God to punish the wicked.

We must learn to forgive.

On that morning, my

first bonny little nursling

and the last of the ancient

Earnshaw stock was born.

How's the babe?

Nearly ready to

run about, Nelly.

And Frances?

She'll be perfectly well

by this time next week.

But Dr. Kenneth...

Damn him!

Damn the doctor.

I'll go and see to her.

Where's Cathy?

With Mr. Linton.

He's so big.

I'm going to name him Hareton.

Hindley had an

ancestor named Hareton.

It is a good family name.

Happy mum.

Hareton Earnshaw, promise me

you'll look after him, Nelly.

You'll love him like your own.

Oh, it was such a grand bairn.

The finest lad

that ever breathed.

And, Frances, she'd been in

consumption for many months.

She had nothing to keep her.

The other side.

The other side.

You going somewhere?

No.

What do you got that

silly frock on for then?

Edgar Linton's supposed

to call here this afternoon.

Edgar Linton.

Catherine and he

were constant companions,

still, at his seasons

of respite from labor.

That's six weeks in a

row you've turned me out

for that pitiful

friend of yours again.

What have you got there?

Oh, that's very foolish.

As if I were to take notice.

Where's the sense in that?

To show you that I take notice.

Here, look. Look here.

But he ceased

to express his fondness

for her in words, and

recoiled with angry suspicion

from her girlish caresses.

Every mark here

is a mark that you

have spent with Linton.

These marks are days with me.

Must I always be simple to you?

You might be dumb for anything

you say to amuse me.

As if conscious, there

could be no gratification

in lavishing such marks

of affection on him.

Never knew that

I talked too little

that you disliked

my company, Cathy.

There's no company at all

when people know nothing.

Say nothing.

Heathcliff!

Where is my son?

Sh.

He's right here, Mr. Hindley.

Well then, let me hold him.

You're too drunk.

I'm his father. I'm

not going to hurt him.

You're a drunkard and a

poor excuse for a father.

It's all right, Heathcliff.

You can take a moment before

you return to the stables.

Just remember to brush

them before you turn in.

One more thing, don't

tell Mr. Hindley.

Nelly.

Your tongue has grown

rather sharp of late, Nelly.

Get your hands off of me.

I never noticed

what a woman you are.

Now's not the

time to take notice.

I could k*ll you for

speaking back to me.

Don't listen then. I

have to know my place.

Catherine, our time

together has been,

well, just lovely.

And, I feel we should

spend more time together.

I guess what I'm

trying to say is...

there's nothing that

would make me happier

than if you'd take

my hand of marriage.

Are you alone, Nelly?

Yes, Miss.

Will you keep a secret for me?

Is it worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton

asked me to marry him.

And I accepted.

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Of course I do.

Who could help it?

Why do you love him?

Because he's handsome

and pleasant to be with.

Bad.

Because he's young and cheerful.

Bad still.

Because he shall be rich.

And I shall be the greatest

woman in the neighborhood.

Worst of all.

You're making jest of it!

I'm very far from making

jest of it, Miss Cathy.

It doesn't matter what

you say. I shall marry him.

Very well. Your

brother will be pleased.

You will escape a

disorderly coupleless home

in favor of a wealthy

respectable one.

If you love Edgar,

and Edgar loves you,

all will be smooth and easy.

Where's your obstacle?

Here, near my heart,

near my soul.

I'm convinced I'm doing wrong.

Nelly, have you ever

had bad dreams at night?

Now and then.

I dreamt I was in heaven once,

and I was miserable there.

And I broke my

heart with weeping.

And the angels were so angry

that they thrust me out

right into the, right on

top of Wuthering Heights.

And I woke up sobbing for joy.

Don't you see, Nelly?

I have no more right

to marry Edgar Linton

than I have to be in heaven?

And if Hindley had not

brought Heathcliff so low,

I would have never

thought to marry Edgar.

But to marry Heathcliff

now would degrade me.

So he shall never know

how much I love him,

and my great misery

seeing his world diminish.

I have watched him run him off.

And my great thought

in living exists.

My love for Edgar is like

the foliage in the forest.

Time will change it, as

winter changes the trees.

My love for Heathcliff is like

the eternal rocks beneath.

A source of little visible

pleasure but vital.

I am Heathcliff, Nelly.

He is always, always in my mind.

But not as a pleasure to

myself but as my own being.

Miss Cathy, Heathcliff

might have been listening.

He left when you said it would

do you disgrace to marry him.

No!

No!

- Miss Cathy!

- Heathcliff!

It was a very

dark evening for summer.

A storm came rattling over

the Heights, full of fury.

Catherine would not be

persuaded into tranquility.

She kept wandering to and fro,

heedless of the growing thunder,

and the great drops that

began to splash around her.

She remained,

calling at intervals,

and then listening, and

then crying outright.

She cried for

Heathcliff all night,

till she was greeted by the

warmth of the rising sun.

Where the hell have you been?

Outside.

Were you with Heathcliff?

I never saw him.

Well.

When he comes back,

I'll throw him out.

I've had enough of

that gypsy bastard.

You won't get your opportunity.

He's gone.

I lost him.

I've lost him.

I lost him.

I've lost him! I've lost him!

I've lost him!

I don't have to go.

They have plenty of

maids at the Grange

to take care of Miss Cathy.

I can stay here with

you and Hareton.

There's no use for you here.

I want no women in this house.

But Hareton needs a mother, sir.

He had a mother. She left him.

She left me.

Frances loved you, sir.

I'm sure it would break her

heart to see you like this.

Goodbye, Angel.

Edgar Linton believed himself

the happiest man alive

on the day he led

Miss Cathy to Gimmerton Chapel.

He offered me magnificent wages,

and so I had but

one choice left,

to do as I was ordered.

And since then Hareton

has been a stranger.

Come on, fella, come on.

Hindley had mortgaged

every yard of land he owned

for cash to supply his

mania for gaming, drinking,

becoming something less than

a man, let alone a father.

I got Miss Catherine and

myself to Thrushcross Grange,

and to my agreeable

disappointment,

she behaved infinitely

better than I dared expect.

She seemed almost

overfond of Mr. Linton,

and even to his sister she

showed plenty of affection.

I believe I may assert that

they were really in possession

of deep and growing happiness.

But on a mellow evening

in September, it ended.

His cheeks were covered,

his brows lowered.

I remembered the eyes.

Excuse me, sir.

Yes.

A person from Gimmerton

wishes to see you, ma'am.

What do they want?

I didn't question him.

It's not one of

Hindley's creditors, is it?

No, someone the

mistress doesn't expect.

Shall I continue?

Please.

Heathcliff.

I thought I've never been alive

since the last I saw your face.

Forgive me.

I struggled only for you.

Edgar, Edgar!

Heathcliff's come back!

Try to be glad

without being absurd

in front of the whole household.

Ah, Mr. Heathcliff.

Please, sit down.

Mrs. Linton would have me

give you a cordial reception.

Of course I am gratified with

anything that pleases her.

As am I, especially

when it is anything

in which I have a part.

Thank you, Nelly.

Well, tell us, where have

you been the last few years?

Abroad?

Yes.

Soldiering perhaps?

Yes.

I shall

think it a dream tomorrow,

to have seen and touched

and spoken to you.

Yet, cruel Heathcliff, you

don't deserve this welcome.

To be absent and

silent for three years

and to never think of me.

A little more than

you thought of me.

I heard of your marriage.

Where are you

staying, Gimmerton?

No.

At Wuthering Heights.

Hindley Earnshaw invited you

to stay at Wuthering Heights?

No, it is I who have

invited him to stay.

Seems Hindley

mortgaged the property

to pay for his gambling debts.

I managed to help my

brother with his finances.

I am the owner of

Wuthering Heights now.

Well, hm, I'm eager to see

what you do with the place.

Cathy, do you think I

could maybe speak to you?

Isabella, can you leave us?

We've both been through so much.

Please, please, we can

undo what was done.

And now I have

come back for you.

Mm.

Where do you expect to

take us, Heathcliff?

Away from here.

Away from all this.

I've seen the world now,

Cathy, and it is beautiful.

Come with me.

Heathcliff, I can't.

I'm having, I'm

having Edgar's child.

How can you do

this to me, Cathy?

How can I do it? You're

a fine one to talk.

You weren't there.

You don't know. Don't

talk to me anymore.

Cathy, please. Please.

Heathcliff.

You aren't a very nice person

to come here and

communicate this way.

Get your hands out

of your pockets.

Okay, then,

it's all right, it's all right.

There's still time.

It doesn't matter.

We can all leave.

Me, you and the child,

we can all leave.

Please, Cathy.

Cathy, Cathy.

No, no, you are too late.

You are my life.

You are my life.

Heathcliff.

Stay with me, please.

I can't, I can't, okay.

Mr. Heathcliff.

Cathy was cruel

to you yesterday.

As her friend, I feel the need

to apologize for her conduct.

You needn't apologize. I'm

well aware of Cathy's nature.

Oh, stop sighing, Isabella.

You are harsh and cruel to me.

It's jealousy that

makes her strike out.

Jealousy?

Oh yes, she is quite jealous.

You told me to

ramble where I pleased

while you sauntered on

with Mr. Heathcliff.

You wished me away because you

knew I wanted to be with him.

You desire no one to

be loved but yourself.

Cathy can only put on a silk

costume and play the part,

but you, Miss Linton,

are truly a lady.

Heathcliff is an

untamed creature,

and it is your powerful

ignorance of his character,

Isabella, and nothing else,

that makes you love him.

A beautiful lady.

Oh, Heathcliff.

We've been quarreling

like cats about you.

Catherine, no.

Mind us, this love I have

is nothing like the love

she entertains for you.

Oh no you don't.

Oh go on then.

Sweet Judas.

Who is it, Nelly?

You weren't telling

the truth, were you?

Oh please.

I like her too well to let

you seek to win her over.

And I like her too

little to attempt it.

Then again, she is her

brother's heir, is she not?

Now.

Not much longer.

Wait, no, I...

Heathcliff.

I told you to

leave Isabella alone.

What's it to you?

I have every right to

kiss her, if she chooses,

and you have no right to object.

I am not your husband.

If you love Isabella,

then you shall marry her.

But tell me the

truth, Heathcliff,

do you love her?

Thank you for telling me

your sister's little secret.

This way, I'll make

the most of it.

Have you been listening

at the door, Edgar?

I was not ignorant

to your miserable,

degraded character,

Mr. Heathcliff,

but foolishly I acquiesced

to my wife's desire

to keep your acquaintance.

Hereafter, you are no longer

welcome in this household.

I require your

immediate departure.

Nelly, fetch the men.

Cathy, this lamb of yours

threatens like a bull.

By God, Linton, I

am mortally sorry

you are not worth the

trouble of knocking down.

Heathcliff.

I wish you the joy of

this perfect coward, Cathy.

And I compliment you.

Catherine, remain where you are.

After today's events, do

you intend on continuing

your intimacies

with Mr. Heathcliff?

Leave me alone.

Your cold blood cannot

be worked into a fever.

Your veins are

full of ice water.

Will you be with Heathcliff,

or will you be with me?

You cannot be his

friend and my wife.

I require you to choose.

Oh!

I require to be left alone, oh!

Catherine.

I'm going to die,

aren't I, Nelly?

You're not gonna die.

Heathcliff then,

he doesn't love me.

He never missed me.

I'm afraid of being alone.

You're not alone.

Oh, I need him not to wait

and to come straight

down off the moor.

Oh, let me have just one breath.

I will not.

No.

Why am I so changed?

In an instant, I was

converted into Miss Linton,

the lady of Thrushcross Grange.

I am

an exile, an outcast

from my world.

I wish I were our dogs.

I wish I were a girl again.

Savage and hardy.

Laughing at miseries.

Not maddening under them.

I should be myself if I

were among the heather.

Nelly, let me feel the wind!

No, ma'am, I will not let

you catch your death of cold.

No!

Look, there's my room,

with a candle in the window.

Heathcliff is waiting for me.

Heathcliff.

I dare you now.

Will you venture?

I shall not rest

until you are with me.

I never will.

He's considering.

He'd rather I come to him.

Nelly, are you

mad? Shut the window.

Catherine.

Edgar, you are one of

those that is ever found

when you're least wanted.

Am I nothing to you anymore?

Do you love that

wretch Heathcliff?

What you touch at

present, you may have,

but my soul will be that hilltop

before you lay your

hands on me again.

What you had of me is gone.

Her mind wanders, sir.

She's been talking

nonsense all night.

Send for Dr. Kenneth.

We must take precautions so

she doesn't harm herself.

Or the baby.

Isabella?

Sir?

It's from Miss Isabella.

Oh.

So what shall we do?

She left of her own accord.

Who the hell are you?

I was Isabella Linton.

We've met before, sir.

I've just married Heathcliff,

and he brought me here.

Heathcliff married you?

From now on, she is

my sister only by name.

Not because I disown her.

She has disowned me.

Where shall I sleep?

Heathcliff's bedroom

is up the stairs,

second door on the right.

Make sure to bolt the

door, Mrs. Heathcliff.

Why?

It's a great tempter to

a desperate man, is it not?

Every night, I try

to open his door.

If once I find it

unlocked, he's done for.

When the time comes,

all the angels in heaven

will not save him.

I'll warn him.

I don't give a damn if you do.

Wuthering Heights will be

mine, his gold will be mine,

and then his blood.

Hell can have your soul.

Nelly, how are

you this afternoon?

I've come to see Miss Isabella.

Have you a letter for me?

I have nothing.

My master sends his love,

but he refuses to communicate

with this household ever again.

Sorry.

And how is Cathy?

Mrs. Linton gave birth to

a little girl last night.

She'll never be like she was.

Her life was spared.

What will he call her?

Catherine.

This young lady

looks sadly worse

for her change of condition.

Someone's love falls far

short in her case, obviously.

I should guess her own.

Under delusion, she pictured

me a hero of romance

and expected

unlimited indulgences

from my chivalrous devotion.

It was a marvelous

effort on her part

to discover that I

did not love her.

I've never in all my life met

with such an abject

thing as she.

She even disgraces

the name of Linton.

Take care, Nelly.

He means to provoke

Edgar past desperation.

I'll die first.

To your pleasure, I can imagine.

Or to see him dead.

Enough with the

providence. Out of my sight!

Nelly, I must see her.

I cannot allow that.

Cathy's delirious.

She slips in and

out of consciousness

and remembers very little.

She must call for me.

You know she has

not forgotten me.

For every thought

she spends on Linton,

she spends a thousand on me.

Nelly, am I to fight my way

through Edgar and

all his footmen?

Will you please be the friend

you always have

and let me see her?

Please.

Cathy.

How can I bear it?

You've broken my heart,

and now you come to me

as if you are the

one to be pitied.

I shall not pity you.

You k*lled me.

You tell me, how

many years do you

plan on living after I'm gone?

While you're

possessed of the devil

and speak to me in the

manner while you are dying,

you know those words

will be bred in my memory

while you are at peace.

I shall not be at peace!

I don't wish to torment you.

Come to me, Heathcliff.

Why did you betray

your own heart, Cathy?

You've k*lled yourself.

You.

You loved me.

Then what right had

you to leave me?

For the poor fancy

you felt for Linton?

This degradation and

misery and death,

nothing God or Satan could

inflict could part us.

You...

You of your own will did.

I have not broken

your heart, Cathy.

You have broken it.

And in breaking it

you have broken mine.

If I've done wrong,

I'm dying for it.

You left me too.

I forgive you.

Forgive me.

I love my m*rder*r.

But yours, how can I?

I wish I'd told you.

But I cannot.

My master has

returned. You must leave.

Cathy, I must go.

No, no, you mustn't.

I must.

No, not for a minute.

I must.

No, no, don't leave me.

No, don't leave me.

Heathcliff, if

you stay it will be

your most diabolical deed.

What in God's name?

Unless you be a fiend,

you'll help her first.

Then you shall speak with me.

No!

No!

No!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

What have you done to her?

Catherine!

What have you done to her?

She's dead. I've not

waited for you to learn that.

Don't you snivel

before me, damn you.

She wants none of your tears.

She is at peace now.

Did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch, your

pride can't blind God.

How did she die?

Her senses never

returned after you left.

She sank into a sleep.

Her life closed

in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly

in the next world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer,

and I'll repeat it

until my tongue stiffens.

Catherine Earnshaw, may you not

rest as long as I am living.

You say I k*lled

you. Haunt me then!

Be with me always! Take

any form, drive me mad!

As long as you don't leave me

in this abyss where

I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul!

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

I cannot live without my life.

Cathy!

No!

No!

Do you believe such people

are happy in the other

world, Miss Dean?

Retracing the course

of Catherine Linton,

I fear we have no right

to believe she is.

But we'll leave that

to her and her maker.

To the surprise of

the whole parish,

Catherine's burial was neither

under the carved monuments

of the Lintons nor by the

tombs of her relations outside.

It was down on a green slope,

in a corner of the churchyard,

where the walls are so

low that the heather

climbs over from the

moors and buries it.

You and I have a great

debt to settle with him.

If neither of us were

cowards, we could combine.

He's leaving me...

Are you as soft as your brother?

Are you willing to

endure to the last

and not attempt repayment?

I'm weary of enduring.

He will be my ruin, and

you and your child's death,

not unless we get him first!

No, you mustn't hurt him.

No, Heathcliff, stop!

No, get off him. You

might k*ll him, stop it!

I couldn't k*ll him

Heathcliff, stop!

Let him go. Stop it!

I believe our

father gave me this.

If God gave me the

strength to strangle you,

I'd go to hell with joy.

Isn't it enough you've

already m*rder*d his sister?

Everybody knows she'd still be

living if it weren't for you.

So why don't you go

lay over her grave

like an old, faithful dog?

Surely the world isn't

worth living in now, is it?

Heathcliff.

Here you are.

Drink up.

Your brother

barely knew her too.

You clean him up.

Isabella, what

has happened to you?

Hindley is dead.

He fought Heathcliff true

to form, drunk as a lord,

and Heathcliff fought back.

I cannot live another

day with that villain.

I'm leaving for London,

and I've just come by

to see you and the

baby before I depart.

If my brother asks,

I permit you to tell

him where I've gone.

But do not tell Mr.

Heathcliff, will you promise?

I promise.

Give my love to my brother.

I'll write to you.

Godspeed.

Now, my bonny lad,

let's see if one tree

won't grow as crooked as another

with the same wind to twist it.

Hareton, who should

now be the first gentleman

in the neighborhood,

was reduced to a state

of complete dependence on

his father's inveterate enemy

and lives in his own

house as a servant.

The next 15 years, following

that dismal period,

were the happiest of my life.

Little Catherine

grew like a larch.

She was light and

fair like the Lintons,

but with the handsome

eyes of her mother.

Good morning, Papa.

Good morning, Catherine, Nelly.

Morning, sir.

She had not been

beyond the grange by herself.

Wuthering Heights, and

Heathcliff, did not exist for her.

Oh.

Something wrong, Miss Catherine?

Oh, no, I've just

a slight headache.

Would you like some tea?

Oh no, no. I'll just rest.

Catherine?

Catherine?

Sir?

Sir.

I'm afraid I'm quite lost.

Do you know where Thrushcross

Grange is from here?

You're Edgar Linton's

daughter, aren't you?

Yes, I am. Do

you know my father?

So to speak.

My name is Catherine.

What's yours?

Hareton.

I'm pleased to make

your acquaintance.

I'm afraid it's going to rain.

Do you live far from here?

Miss Catherine?

If your father had any notion

of you being at this house,

you'd be glad enough to get out.

It's your father's,

isn't it, Hareton?

No.

I thought you had

been the owner's son.

Are you a servant?

I'll see you damned

before I'd be your servant.

You'll see me what?

Damned.

How dare you speak

to me that way?

I'll tell my father

what you said.

Miss Catherine here knows

nothing about being civil.

Although Hareton's not your

master's son, he's your cousin.

My cousin?

Mm-hm.

Nelly, you must be mistaken.

My father has just gone to

fetch my cousin from London.

A gentleman's son.

People can have many

cousins of all sorts

without being the worse for it.

Miss Catherine.

Promise me you'll

look after him, Nelly.

You'll love him like your own.

Hareton.

We'll not tell your father

that you went to

Wuthering Heights.

I cannot understand why not.

Before your father departed,

did he or did he not

tell you to mind me?

Well, since you've deceived me

in your counterfeit sickness

to break your father's one

rule, perhaps you could repay me

by not telling him I

failed as your guardian.

I shan't whisper a word.

A letter announced the day

of my master Edgar

Linton's return.

Catherine.

Papa.

Now, Catherine, your

cousin Linton is not

as strong or as

merry as you are.

He's just recently

lost his mother.

Isabella was dead.

Just don't expect him to

play and run about just yet.

And he wrote to bid me get

mourning for his daughter.

Linton.

This is your cousin Catherine.

She's very fond of you already.

And arrange a room

and other accommodations

for his youthful nephew.

May I go to bed, Uncle.

A pale,

delicate, effeminate boy.

Nelly.

Good evening, Heathcliff.

What business brings

you here tonight?

I am here to see my son.

Master Linton has gone to bed

along with the rest

of the household.

And unless you have

something particular to say,

you may entrust

your message to me.

Who is it, Nelly?

I have come for my son.

He may be your son,

but his mother desires

him to remain in my care.

His mother is dead.

How did you come to know that?

How I know is of no matter.

Surely as a magistrate

you will not keep a father

from caring for his only child.

Nelly will accompany Linton

to Wuthering Heights

in the morning.

He has just come

from a long journey,

and his health is

very precarious.

If you care for him at all,

which, with much regret

I doubt you do, you'll let

him sleep through the night.

Very well.

I look forward to seeing

you in the morning, Nelly.

Good evening.

Mr. Linton

commissioned me

to take the boy home early.

He was very reluctant

to be roused

from his bed at five o'clock,

and astonished to be informed

that he must prepare

for further traveling.

But I softened up the matter

by stating that he was going

to spend some time with

his father, Mr. Heathcliff,

who wished to see him very much.

It is truly worse

than I expected.

You are your mother's son.

Do you know me?

No.

You've heard of me, I dare say.

No.

Hm, your mother was wicked

to leave you in ignorance

of the sort of

father you possessed.

I hope you'll be kind

to your son, Heathcliff.

He's the only kin in the

world you'll ever know.

Remember that.

I will be very kind to

him, Nelly, you needn't fear.

After all, my son is

the prospective owner

of Thrushcross Grange.

I shall not wish him

to die until I was

certain of being his successor.

That is the sole consideration

which I can endear, wealth.

Brought this for young Linton.

He won't need that.

Hm, the dainty chap

says he cannot eat it.

His mother was just the

same, just as hard to please.

Don't mention his

mother to me again,

and get him

something he can eat.

See, Nelly, all is fine.

Have a good afternoon.

On a beautiful

spring day, my young lady asked

to have a ramble on

the moor with me.

She was off like

a young greyhound.

Young lady.

And as I toiled to follow,

she came upon Mr. Heathcliff.

I hope it's still my father's.

And who is your father?

Edgar Linton, owner

of Thrushcross Grange.

Do you know him?

Very well.

Miss Catherine?

Miss Catherine.

Is he your son?

No, but I do have one.

And you've met him before.

My house is just over the hill.

Perhaps you would

like to come to tea.

Catherine, you are to

come with me at once.

I will not.

This man has just

invited me to tea

and said that I know his son.

I'm sure he's mistaken,

but what an adventure.

Heathcliff, my master

will hate me if he found out

I allowed her to

enter your house.

I will be blamed for your

devious design and discharged.

My design is as

honest as possible.

I wish for the two cousins

to fall in love and marry.

And you needn't worry about

your job at the Grange.

There's always a position

for you at Wuthering Heights.

Oh, it's so lovely.

Now, do you know who that is?

Your son?

Linton, it's Linton!

Oh, you have very much changed.

And you must be my uncle then!

Why don't you come and visit

us at the Grange with Linton?

To think, all these years

such close neighbors

and to never visit us.

I visited once or twice

before you were born.

But your father and I quarreled

at one time in our lives.

Why did you quarrel?

He felt me too poor

to marry your sister,

and was grieved to learn

that I had won her.

His pride was hurt, and

he had never forgiven it.

Well Linton and I have

no share in your quarrel.

If Papa will not

let me come here,

then Linton must

come to the Grange.

To walk four

miles would k*ll me.

Please, come here,

Miss Catherine.

Not every morning but

once or twice a week.

Linton, have you nothing

to show your cousin?

Take her to the garden.

Oh, that sounds lovely.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

If that's what you prefer.

I'll take you to the garden.

Very well.

Behave like a

gentleman, mind you.

And take your hands

out of your pockets.

Get up, you interloper.

Now you've got a rival for

your cousin's affections.

What does that name mean?

Some damnable writing.

I can't read it.

I can read.

I want to know why it's there.

He does not know his letters.

Could you believe in the existence

of such a colossal dunce?

Has anyone attempted

to teach him?

Or is he simple?

Please, there is nothing

the matter but laziness.

Is there, Earnshaw?

My cousin fancies you,

an idiot, Earnshaw.

If you weren't more

a lass than a lad,

I'd fell you this minute.

Nelly, you recollect

me at this age.

Did I ever look so stupid?

Worse, because you

were more sullen.

I would have

loved the lad had he been

someone else's, but I am sure

he is safe from her love.

Hindley would have been proud

of his son, wouldn't he?

Almost as proud as I am of mine.

Oh, Papa, I saw

Linton the other day,

at Wuthering Heights.

I met my uncle, too.

Why didn't you tell me

that Linton was nearby?

Catherine, you know why I kept

Linton's residence from you.

Is it because you

dislike Mr. Heathcliff?

No, not because I

dislike Mr. Heathcliff.

It's because Mr.

Heathcliff dislikes me.

Catherine, you

must listen to me.

He is the most diabolical

man, looking to wrong and ruin

those he hates given the

slightest opportunity.

I knew that you could not

keep acquaintance with Linton

without coming into contact

with Mr. Heathcliff.

But Mr. Heathcliff

was very cordial, Papa.

He didn't object to Linton

and I seeing each other.

But I do object, Catherine.

My reasons you would

not understand.

You mother may still be

alive if it were not for him.

I will not see the

last person I love

in this world

suffer at his hand.

You are to stay away

from Wuthering Heights.

Dearest Catherine,

ever since I last

looked on to your face,

I have been able to

think of little else.

I would gladly think

of nothing else.

However, my memory

cannot compare

to your true form.

I am still not well enough to

make the trek to the Grange.

To understand this

world, to keep one's faith

in its deep meaning, to

reconcile the existence

of God to the existence of evil.

How should we picture heaven?

You must find a way to defy

Uncle Edgar and see me

here, at the Heights.

How long have you been going

to Wuthering Heights,

Miss Catherine?

In a rustling green tree,

with bright white clouds,

and birds of all sorts

pouring music in at all sides.

Only a little while.

And it's only because Linton

is too ill to travel here.

You should not

be risking so much

to simply visit

with your cousin.

Nelly, I love him.

How should you picture heaven?

This, warm by

the fire, with you.

You've seen Linton but a

handful of times in your life.

He has the worst bit of

sickly slip that ever

struggled into his teens,

and I'm glad you have

no chance of having

him for a husband.

I will see him again.

If I had my father's permission,

I'd spend half of

my time with you.

After Papa, I love you

better than anyone.

You'd love me better than him

and all the world,

if you were my wife.

What are you laughing at?

People often hate their wives.

You are false.

Your father hated his wife.

Why do you say such a thing?

Your mother hated your

father, and loved his.

You liar!

You cruel-hearted fiend.

I will not remain another

moment in your company.

No, no.

Catherine, please don't leave.

You will come back, won't you?

Only if he's not here.

Your father's getting

worse by the day.

If he knew about your trysts,

it probably would k*ll him.

Stop this for his sake,

if not for your own.

With all my love, Linton.

Oh, Linton, I'm so sorry it

took me so long to get here.

I had to read my

father to sleep.

Good evening, Catherine.

It's been so long

since you've graced

my house with your presence.

My father is very ill.

The rumor goes he

is on his deathbed.

Is that an exaggeration?

I'm afraid not.

Well perhaps I can

console you with a gift.

I give you what I have.

It is hardly worth accepting,

but all that I have

to give you is my son.

What?

Father wants us to be married.

He knows Uncle Edgar

will not approve,

but he is wary of my dying.

Thus, we have to be

married in the morning,

and you can return to the

Grange in the morning.

I'm not afraid of you.

Give me the key.

Oh, you're not afraid of me.

Your courage is well disguised.

I'm afraid now,

because if I stay here

my father will be miserable.

Please, let me go home.

I promise to marry your son

tomorrow if you let me go now.

I'll make sure you'll

keep your promise.

You will not leave this

house till I am your father.

The only father that you

will have in a few days.

At least send word to let

my father know I'm safe.

His happiest days were

over when yours began.

He cursed the day you

came into this world.

I did at least.

Heathcliff, you are a cruel man,

but you are not a fiend.

If Father were to die

before I returned,

how could I bear to

live with myself?

I'm going to kneel here

until you look at me.

Please.

Have you never loved anybody

in all your life, Uncle?

Ever?

Get your fingers off of me.

I detest you.

Hareton, please, tell

my father where I am.

Please?

Father.

Catherine.

Where have you been?

Out on the moors.

But I'm here now.

I'm here.

Well I can go to her now.

I love you.

I've come to fetch you home

to Wuthering Heights now.

Her father just d*ed.

Is there no end to your cruelty?

I am seeking a tenant

now for this house,

and I want my children about me.

I can give you till morning.

Heathcliff, no.

I'll go, Nelly.

Linton is all I have to

love in the world now.

I know he has a simple nature,

but I know he loves me, and

for that reason I love him.

Mr. Heathcliff, you

have nobody to love you,

and however miserable you make

us, we will have the revenge

of knowing that cruelty

arises from your great misery.

Heathcliff.

Linton is dead.

How do you feel?

He's safe, and I'm free.

I should feel glad, but you

have left me so long to struggle

against death alone, now

I feel and see only death.

Here is Linton's will.

As you can see, he has

bequeathed all that was his

and all that had

been yours to me.

The Grange is mine.

Catherine stayed

in bed a fortnight.

When Mr. Heathcliff was

unsuccessful at finding a tenant

for the Grange, I offered my

services at Wuthering Heights.

Not even that would stir

my mistress from her bed.

And that brings us to now.

It is a remarkable tale.

I shall never forget it.

Now get some sleep, sir.

Quite all right.

I must collect my thoughts.

Oh, it is morning.

We've talked all

through the night.

I'll be going back

to the Grange now.

I must rid myself

of this awful place.

Thank you, Miss Dean, for the

accommodation and the insight.

I do wish there was more.

It's good to see

you, Miss Catherine.

Are you feeling any better?

I suppose.

I found some of

your mother's books.

Would you like to

read one to us?

I am well aware that some

people now begin to doubt

about witchcraft or, at

any rate, feign to do so.

How dare you touch

me? Get away from me!

I despise you.

I would have given my

life for one kind word

when you were my jailer,

but you kept off.

I asked Mr. Heathcliff...

Be silent!

I would rather be anywhere

than hear your detestable

voice in my ear.

Continual, continuous streef.

Str, strife, strife.

No, no.

Stay out of that room.

Strife.

He's just like the cart

horse, isn't he, Nelly?

He does his work,

he eats his food,

and sleeps eternally.

Do you ever dream, Hareton?

Hareton, can you hear me?

Go to the devil, and let me be.

I have found that I want

and am glad to be your cousin.

Well I shall have

nothing to do with you

and your mucky pride

and damn mocking tricks.

I'll go to hell, body and soul,

before I look

sideways at you again.

You should be friends

with your cousin.

- Friends?

- Mm-hm.

When she hates me and thinks

me not fit to wipe her boots?

It is not I who hates

you. It is you who hates me.

You hate me as much as

Mr. Heathcliff does.

You're a damn liar.

Why have I made him angry then

by taking your part 100 times?

I didn't know you took my part.

I was miserable and

bitter at everyone, but

now I thank you.

And ask you to forgive me.

Catherine.

What should I have done, Nelly?

He wouldn't shake my hand,

and he wouldn't look.

Nelly, since Hareton

won't speak to me,

can you tell him that,

if he takes this book,

I'll teach him to read it?

And if he refuses

it, I'll go upstairs

and never tease him again.

Hareton.

You'll be ashamed of me

every day of your life,

and more ashamed the

more you know me.

So you won't be my friend?

I thought I had cured

you of your laughing.

It was me.

Mr. Heathcliff, might I

plant a small flower garden

on the north side of the house?

No.

She already has.

What is your grievance, Joseph?

Her and Hareton, they pulled

up three of my fine firs.

She's bewitched the lad with

bold eyes and forward ways.

Pull the flowers up.

How can you begrudge

me a few yards of earth

when you have taken all my land?

Your land? You insolent slut.

You never had any.

And my money.

Enough.

And Hareton's land and money.

If you strike me,

Hareton will strike you,

so you might as well sit down.

Don't intend to

rouse him against me.

You should avoid putting

me into a passion.

Take her out of my sight.

Why don't you eat, Papa?

Go.

I don't know how you can

stand to be away from her.

Go, please.

Please.

Leave me.

Heathcliff.

It is a poor conclusion,

is it not, Nelly?

My old enemies

have not beaten me,

and now is the precise time

to revenge myself

on their children.

I could do it, and no

one could hinder me.

Where's the use?

I have lost the sense

of their destruction.

Want a cup of tea?

There is a strange

change, Nelly.

In every tree, in every cloud,

filling the air at night

and caught by glimpses

in every object by day.

I am surrounded by her image.

The most ordinary faces

mock me with resemblance.

The entire world is

a dreadful memorandum

that she did exist

and I have lost her.

I cannot continue in

this condition, Cathy.

I have a single wish,

and my entire being is

yearning to attain it.

I have yearned for so

long and so unwaveringly

that I am convinced

it must be reached

because it has

devoured my existence.

It has been long flight,

and I wish it were over.

Heathcliff.

Whereas the

contrary brings bliss

and is a pattern

of celestial peace.

To you, I've made myself

worse than the devil.

Morning, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

Joseph.

Joseph!

Hareton!

And still, I don't like

being by myself in this house.

I cannot help it.

I should be glad

when they leave it

and shift over to the Grange.

Hareton and Catherine are

going to the Grange then?

Aye, as soon as they're

married on New Year's Day.

Since you're

vacating the Grange,

there's no use for you

staying in this dreary house.

Who would live here then?

Joseph will take

care of the house,

but the rest of it

will be shut up.

For the use of such ghosts

that choose to inhabit it.

Nay.

I believe the dead

are at last at peace.

They are afraid of nothing.

Together, they would brave

Satan and all his legion.

I wonder how anyone can

imagine unquiet slumbers

for the sleepers in

that quiet earth.