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Cathy...

Don't torture me.

End it.

End it.

Let me in.

Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in.

Let me in!

Cathy, Cathy!

Cathy!

Cathy!

I will not be living here, then?

Your father is eager
to have you live with him.

Is it a long journey, Uncle?

No.

Catherine, my love.

He is gone, Nelly.

My cousin is gone.

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

All children love
their parents.

Is Wuthering Heights
as pleasant a place

as Thrushcross Grange?

It is not so
buried in trees

and it is not
quite so large,

but you can see
the country

beautifully all round.

Quiet now.

No more questions.

You're already
looking so pale.

Ah, you've brought it,

have you?

I feared I'd have
to come down

and fetch my property myself.

One footstep on my land

and you know
what will happen to you.

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

Oh, God, what a beauty!

Well, damn my soul.

It is worse than I expected,

and the devil knows
I wasn't very hopeful.

He looks worse than you.

Do you know me?

No.

Well, your mother was
a wicked slut to keep you

in ignorance of
the sort of father

- you possessed.
- How dare you!

- I shall carry him.
- Give over.

You have hardly the
strength to carry yourself.

Don't leave me!

I'll not stay here.

I can't stay here.

Don't leave me,
Uncle Edgar!

You best be kind to your son.

Else as God is my witness,

I shall find a way
of hurting you.

I shall be very kind to him.

You needn't fear.

Why could he not
stay just one night?

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

Because I do not think
that is what his father

would wish
for him, Catherine.

Is he far away?

Exceeding far.

Your father traveled all night.

When Linton's mother
died, I wanted

nothing more than to have him
here with us, but that is

simply not possible.

We will have to remain

as we have always been,
just you and me.

The two of us and Nelly here.

All I wanted was a friend.

But you took him away,
and you will not

tell me why, so it is
not like it always was.

It can never be
like that anymore.

Oh, Cathy.

Oh, Cathy.

Oh, Nelly, thank you!

It was Cathy's.
Your mother's.

I've kept it these 18 years.

My father is up
at the church, I suppose.

Why does his sadness
at Mother's death

always weigh on his happiness
that I was born?

Now, now, chick...

What shall we do
to cheer you up?

I know where I wish to go.

Where a colony

of moor game
are settled.

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

Please, Nelly.

You did ask me.

And it is my birthday.

All right.

But we must be back

within the hour.

Where are they,
Miss Catherine?

We must go back.

A little further.

Only a little further, Nelly.

We must go back.

We really must go back.

Miss Catherine!

What are you doing, girl?

I was searching
for grouse eggs.

On my land?

That would be poaching.

Papa said there were
quantities on the moor.

And I would never
have taken any.

I just wished
to see them.

And "Papa" is Mr. Linton

of Thrushcross Grange,
is he not?

Who are you?

You don't know me?

Of course I don't.

Yet I know you... Catherine.

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

I know enough to know that today
is your birthday.

I was acquainted
with your mother.

I know that today is
the anniversary of her death.

Oh, I see.

And you saw me

and recognized
my mother in me?

No.

There is nothing
of your mother in you.

Well, how, then?

Come and meet my son.

You know him already.

He will help
explain everything.

Know him? How could I?

Come to my house and see, child.

I will come.

But I think
you are mistaken.

Catherine!

Catherine, no!

No, I forbid it!

Now, who is that?

Didn't I tell you
you knew him?

Linton?

Is that you?

This is your son?

Catherine,

I'd prayed so to see
you before I died.

You were so close
these past months.

Why did you never

come and see me?

Best ask your father that.

My father?

He told me
that Linton was living

many miles away.

So you must be my uncle, then?

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

We should go,
young lady.

You should not have
come here.

Why?

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

Make yourself at home,

Nelly.

Your old chair still
sits there for you.

You lived here, too?

She did indeed.

And she raised your mother here.

Is this true, Nelly?

And she raised
me also.

Although I
don't know

if Nelly looks at me with pride
for the job she did.

Now, son, have you nothing you
can go and show your cousin?

Take her to the stables
to see the horses.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

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

Hareton!

Come here.

You shall have to settle
for Hareton here.

Isn't he a handsome lad?

Go with her around
the farm.

And behave like
a gentleman, mind.

And don't stare.

There.

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

It's some
damnable writing.

I cannot read it.

Perhaps I could
help you to read.

If your master
would allow it.

My master?!

Damn you!

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

I'm sorry
if I gave offense.

He's not a servant.

He is your cousin, too.

My cousin?

I've tied his tongue.

He will never be able to emerge
from his coarseness

and ignorance.

And is this how
you take your revenge?

By warping
the next generation?

Is that why you lured
young Catherine here?

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

Where's the harm of it?

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

I know this is because
you dislike Mr. Heathcliff.

No. It is because
he dislikes me

and is a most diabolical man,

delighting to wrong
and ruin

those he hates, if they give him
the slightest opportunity.

But Mr. Heathcliff was
quite cordial, Father.

And he didn't object
to our seeing each other.

He detests you on my account.

I am certain of that.

You will listen to me
and you will obey me.

You will not visit
Wuthering Heights...

You must rest, sir.

I cannot abandon her to him.

I cannot.

Thank you,
darling Catherine.

And now you must go.

Catherine!

Catherine! No.

You don't know
my father.

Please, I beg you.

Let me guess which is your room.

Catherine! Will you please
desist in this!

Stop.

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

This is my mother, isn't it?

Yes.

This is my mother's room.

Yes.

And why would Mr. Heathcliff
keep a portrait of my mother?

Why?

Why would he do that?

Because he loved her.

Because he loved her
before your father did.

And she loved him.

What?

Why do you say such things?

My father says it is true!

You liar! You liar!

It's locked!

Where does your father
keep the key?

I am 18 years old
and I am dying!

For pity's sake, Linton.

And that is why Father
wants us to be married

as soon as we can.

What?

He made me
change my will

and bequeath
everything to him.

He wants us to be married.

He wanted me
to lure you here.

And I tried not to act
the traitor,

but you would not leave.

You would not leave!

All the doors have been
locked, Catherine.

Help!

Help!

If you want to see your
father before he dies,

you must obey Heathcliff,
you must!

You think I would ever
love you before my father?

Well, I take it from
this touching scene

that you have made
your offer of marriage

and young Miss Linton is
expressing some misgivings.

Give me that key.

I would not marry him
if you keep me here forever.

By this time tomorrow
I shall be your father,

so you had better get
used to appeasing me.

Nelly.

I'm close now.

I'm close, my love.

Oh, Nelly!

I've been so foolish.

My father?

He is gravely ill,
my love.

He may not last the night.

Please take me home.

Hareton,

I know this scheme cannot
be of your devising.

I know there is
good in you.

Oh, Cathy...

Can it be true, Nelly,

that my mother loved
this monster?

They were childhood
sweethearts, nothing more.

Yet the writing,
"Cathy Heathcliff."

"Cathy Heathcliff,"
over and over.

Oh!

My love.

Come home.

Please, just come home.

He's an orphan.

I found him on the streets
of Liverpool,

where he would have died
with his mother.

He will not tell me his name.

So I am going to
name him myself.

Cathy...

Hindley...

This is Heathcliff...

...your new brother.

I don't know what
the master was thinking of,

bringing a gypsy brat
like you into the house.

Is it hardness
or gentleness

that stops you
from complaining?

♪ Holy, holy, holy ♪

♪ Lord God Almighty ♪

♪ Early in the morning ♪

♪ Our song shall rise to Thee ♪

♪ Holy, Holy, Holy ♪

♪ Merciful and mighty ♪

♪ God in three persons ♪

♪ Blessed Trinity. ♪

I tell thee, as
God is my judge,

there's been
under stair work there.

Mr. Earnshaw has
shown great charity,

and that's all
there is to this.

Now, then, young man,
have you been baptized?

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

Well, you know
how I feel

about baptisms,
Mr. Earnshaw.

And as he's a bastard,

his soul
is in greater peril.

Heathcliff...

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

Good morning.

What did I tell
you, Nelly?

I found that child
in the gutter,

and I shall
raise him up

to be a fine,
upstanding gentleman.

Good to see you know
your place, gypsy boy.

I said,
"Glad... to... see...

you know your place!"

Ooh, cuckoo
in the nest.

Cuckoo in the nest.

Don't look your
betters in the eye.

No, Hindley!

Hindley, stop!

Stop it, I say!

He needs to be shown
his place, Cathy...

else he'll kill us all
in our beds.

Go on, Harold, hurt him!

Teach the bastard a lesson!

You boys!

Stop it!

What is going on?!

What have you to say
for yourselves?

Eh?

I will ask once more

before I order Joseph
to flog the both of you.

What was the cause
of the fight?

Joseph.

The other boy said
that Heathcliff was...

your bastard.

He said that you
kept a whore

in Liverpool while
mother was dying.

And Heathcliff said he could say
what he liked about him,

but not blacken your name.

Thank you, Cathy.

You and Heathcliff may go.

Who was it who told
this boy in the village

these wicked things,
do you suppose?

You do agree that they are
wicked things to say?

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

Is no man allowed
to act charitably in this world

without even
his own son ascribing

the basest motives
for his actions?

We cannot attend church

without fingers pointing
and tongues wagging.

Fine... fine.

Then we will no longer go
to church.

You will be going away
to school soon, Hindley,

so this need not concern you.

Well, I say,

who is this handsome
young squire?

Good-bye, Nelly.

Now, you be sure to come back
from school a gentleman.

Good-bye, son.

Watch him, Cathy.

Watch Heathcliff
very closely.

He's a cuckoo
in the nest.

He feeds
on Father's affections

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

Where do I throw?

Right over there.

Throw it over there.

Who's there?

Cathy!

Back before supper!

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

onto you.

Heathcliff.

You don't think this horse
would suit you well?

Eh?

I have bought a fine
silver locket for Cathy.

So... it's only fair.

Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful.

Well, come on, Heathcliff,
would you like him?

It's a fine thoroughbred,
this one.

16 hands high.

He does look fine.

Do you not think,
Heathcliff?

It's a deal, then.

There's no rush, is there?

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

Let her run in the field.

What's that?

I said, "Let her run
in the field."

Now, let's not be silly.

You do as he says
if you want a sale.

Come on, lad.

Come on.

That's your thoroughbred.

He's a sharp young man,
is he not?

Sharp as a razor.

If I didn't
know better,

I'd say he had a touch
of gypsy in him.

You can ride
it, race it,

jump it, hunt it.

Oh, I wish I were young.

Then I could
enjoy it myself.

She's yours.

Good man.

Thank you.

Where do you suppose I am from?

Where do you
suppose I began?

You began in here.

I dreamed you up.

Heathcliff, don't fret so.

That horse trader
at the fair

sensed my wretched beginnings.

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

Your beginnings
might have been

more noble
than any of us.

Look at you.

You're fit
for a prince in disguise.

Master, you're needed.

Come on, Heathcliff,
my love.

Come on.

Father's dead.

Whoa!

Try not to look so surly.

He hates me,
I hate him.

No end of smiling
will change that.

Mr. Hindley, sir.

My dear.

You must be Cathy.

Oh, I've longed
to meet you.

I shall be quite
the big sister to you.

Cathy.

Now, perhaps, Cathy,

you could show my wife
around our house

so she can choose
which room suits her best.

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

Don't just stand there
gawping, Heathcliff.

Go and see
to the horses.

From henceforth,

you and Joseph will quarter
yourselves in the back kitchen.

I want my wife
to have free run of the house,

and I don't want her to be
falling over servants all day.

Of course.

No matter to me where I am,

as long as I have
the Good Book to guide me.

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

Is that any way
to address your brother?

From now on, you
will keep company

only with the servants.

You will earn your keep
by laboring out of doors.

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

And you will never speak
to me or the mistress

unless spoken to first.

Is that clear?

How can you smile?

Because one day I
shall pay back Hindley

with pain and anguish.

Is it not for God
to punish wicked people?

No.

For he shan't have
the satisfaction that I shall.

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

I just hope he doesn't die
before me.

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

When I think of revenge...

I don't feel pain.

Would you rather I felt pain?

Now, you say your prayers,
young man.

You are a servant, and you
will say your prayers!

You can beat me
till your arms ache, Joseph,

I will not my prayers on your
orders or that of any man.

These beatings
will be nothing

to the Hell I'm trying
to save you from.

I am already in Hell.

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

What are you doing here?

One day
I will punish God.

Heathcliff.

I'm not just weeping
for our father.

I'm weeping
for what will become of us.

We've lost our protector.

How can we ever
be together again?

I dreamt once
that I was in Heaven.

I don't want to
hearken to your dreams.

And Heaven didn't seem
to be my home.

And I broke my heart
with weeping

to come back to Earth,

and the angels,
they were so angry with me

that they flung me out

into the middle of the heath
on top of Wuthering Heights,

and I woke sobbing for joy
because you are here.

We cannot escape each other.

We cannot.

Let's run away.

When?

Now.

Tomorrow.

It gives us a day

to get what little
I have saved.

Yes.

Who's there?

Who's in there?

Is that you,
you devil, Heathcliff?

Is that you, boy?

Pious old fool.

Does he never stop praying?

Only to flog me.

I saw you.

I saw the pair of you!

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

Shh!

You cannot leave
without having just one peek.

He dances like
a badly trained monkey.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Come on, let's go, let's go, let's go.

He won't come out here.

He hasn't the heart for it.

Heathcliff, run!

He holds me!

Get back there, you devil.

Don't move, you fiend!

You shall go
to the gallows for this!

She's hurt, you fool.
She needs help.

Hold your tongue.

The rascals knew

yesterday was Father's
rent day, no doubt.

Is there no stopping
these people's insolence?!

It'd be a kindness

to hang him before
he does more damage.

Miss Earnshaw?

Of course it's
Miss Earnshaw.

You are hurt!

Are you sure, Edgar?

Miss Earnshaw running around
with that frightful thing!

I shall carry her home if I have to. Cathy?

She's too weak.

I will take
her inside.

Kindly go
and tell your master

we will send her back
when she is fully recovered.

Heathcliff!

Take one more step,
and I shall take great pleasure

in putting you down.

Heathcliff!

...until the doctor arrives.

I will ride to Gimmerton immediately.

And did they say how long
they're intending

on keeping her?

They wouldn't tell me.

I see. I see.

I thought I'd be due a flogging.

Far from it.

Get out, then.

Oh, and Heathcliff,

if you speak one word to Cathy

while she is staying
with the Lintons

or try to contact
her in any way,

you will be dismissed.

Instantly.

Keep our patient behind doors for five weeks.

Dr. Kenneth doesn't think
you will be running about

on the moors for
a little while yet.

I can go on horseback.

Well, I'm...
I'm not sure that's advisable.

Not from what he was saying.

I shall die of boredom!

Well, Isabella
and I were thinking

that, uh, since
you are forbidden from moving,

that perhaps she could paint
your portrait while you sit.

Then we could think up
no end of distractions.

No end of distractions.

How lovely.

You know, um...

...if you choose
to accept our kindness,

that doesn't mean you're
betraying your own nature,

or that of your friend.

And you have had
a terrible shock,

and you've lost a lot of blood,

and I know your father died

recently, so,
all in all, you seem

like a young lady who might not
have had a lot of care

in her life of late.

So, as stiff and as pompous

as Isabella and I might
seem compared with...

If you would just let us
look after you,

would that really be
such a bad thing?

The Lintons will blame you,
of course,

for her heathen upbringing
and her wild ways.

I'm sure they will.

And I am sure the brother
will pay me a visit

to lecture me on my
brotherly carelessness.

So why are you looking
so pleased with yourself?

Because the longer she
is there, the more likely

she will come under some
civilizing influence.

Ahh. My dear.

We may even be able

to recover our
family's good name.

I think it's, uh,
from Paris, actually.

Is it a bird?

Uh, yes, it is.

It's a...
It's a blue tit.

You know, from
the tit family?

It's white.
It can't be a blue tit.

Well, I think it's the, uh...

It's the, uh,
winter plumage.

Why, Cathy, I should
scarcely have known you.

Where is the wild little
savage from five weeks ago?

Oh, don't touch them,

my love.

Come, boys, come!
Come, boys!

Cathy!

You're quite the young lady.

Is Heathcliff not here?

Heathcliff,
you may come forward.

You may, uh,
greet Miss Cathy

like the other servants.

Oh!

Well, Heathcliff...

have you forgotten me?

Is that why you scowl at me?

I've not forgotten someone
who looked like you.

Someone you no longer
seem to be.

Do not tease me, my love.

Shake hands, Heathcliff.

Once anyway--
that is permitted.

Perhaps you may learn
from Cathy's example.

I'll not stand here
to be laughed at.

Why are you refusing
to see me?

Because I don't know you.

Hindley is right.

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

I know you.

And I love you.

In the way a mistress
loves a servant.

No.

Come away with me, then.

As we planned.

There.

The pause that betrays you.

I'm frightened.

Of what?

Of me?

Or poverty?

You're asking me
to risk my reputation.

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

The old Cathy would never
have said such a thing.

The old Cathy
didn't know the world

and how it
regarded us.

I have tried to leave you,
but your love holds me here.

Now, if you mean to
be indifferent to me,

at least do me the
favor of releasing me.

I'm as trapped as you are.

Except your cage is
more gilded than mine.

Why don't you dress up smart
before Cathy's guests arrive?

Master says that
everyone is welcome.

I do not think that Cathy
would welcome me.

If I tell you that she cries
whenever I tell her

that you're not here yet?

I would say I have more reason
to cry than her.

If you try to mend
your appearance,

then Edgar Linton shall look
quite a doll beside you.

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

Now...

don't you think yourself
rather handsome?

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

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

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

And when you come back,

see if you don't make
all the ladies swoon.

There, now, Hindley,
did I not tell you

my dress would look
wonderful on Cathy?

You are making me
very proud, Cathy,

very proud indeed.

I think I can
hear them arriving!

Try not to run!

Hush, darling.

She's a spirited girl,

and it would be a shame
to tame her completely.

Now, remember, Heathcliff,
show an amiable humor.

Splendid that you could come.

Not as grand as the Grange,
of course, but please.

It's charming.

I'm not your servant.

To the stable, you vagabond.

I am not your servant.

Don't stare at me as
though I am nothing.

Been combing

your pretty curls,
have you?

Please, Hindley!

Your dirty gypsy
locks, you fiend!

I will break...

Stop it! Stop it!

I will break you!

Stop it!

You brute! You fiend!

All right, young man,

what have you got
to say for yourself?

Your own father brought me home
because he wanted a son

that he could love.

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

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

Perhaps you can flog one of your
servants for our entertainment.

Cathy, I...

Where is my wife?

She took herself
to bed.

She felt suddenly out of sorts.

Well,

that brute of a servant
warmed me nicely.

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

It will give you an appetite.

Come now, eat up.

That gypsy won't be
offending us again.

Joseph has locked him
in the stable for the night.

Hurry with that linen!

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

Go on.

Go. Go.

Heathcliff! Heathcliff!

Where is the wretch?

Where is he?!

Heathcliff?

Go fetch the doctor,
and be quick about it.

Tell him that my wife has
started with the child.

And I know how fast
you can ride, gypsy,

so if he is not back
here within the hour,

then by God, I shall hang
you from the stable beams.

You have a son.

You have a lovely son.

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

to give you this son.

She is not dead.

Damn you. Damn you,
I'll not believe it.

You should've known better

than to choose
such a sickly lass.

How dare you!

Get out of my house.

Get out!

Do not bring him
near me, Nelly,

not unless you want to see
me dash his brains out.

Do not smile, my love.

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

Tell me.

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

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

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

I welcome anything
that makes Hindley suffer.

Say you're sorry
for talking like this,

my love.

I'm not sorry.

I sometimes think
your true passion

is hate rather than love.

Hindley?

There.

You would turn every
gentleman's head in Yorkshire.

Heathcliff.

Going somewhere?

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

Yet you have that silk frock on,
my love.

Someone coming here, perhaps?

Perhaps.

Edgar Linton?

That's enough, Nelly!
Let me alone!

Three months ago, we lay
together, yet since then

every evening is spent
with the Lintons.

Perhaps I find Edgar
easier company.

Perhaps he doesn't talk
of curses

and fall
into a brooding silence.

So you dislike my company?

It's no company at all

when people know nothing
and say nothing.

There.

There,

at last you've said it.

I am no longer worthy of you.

I shall make you suffer
for this.

So I'm cursed, too, am I?

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

I was cursed the moment
I laid eyes on you.

Sir.

How does Hindley do?

He drinks.

And the little one?
His baby?

How is Hareton?

I'm not come too soon,

am I?
No.

What are you doing
there, Nelly?

My work, Miss.

Take yourself
and your dusters off.

Leave the room, Nelly!

Cathy, love, Cathy!

I hate her fidgeting
in my presence.

You must not go!

I must. I feel you do
not want me here.

Edgar Linton, sit down.

You shall not leave me
in that temper.

I should be miserable
all night,

and I believe you are
far too kind

to wish me miserable for you.

If that's you, Nelly,

then I'm sorry
for scolding you.

I wish now
that you'd stayed.

It's not Nelly, 'tis I.

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

Edgar Linton's asked me
to marry him.

And have you given him
your answer?

But you did not say no.

And have you considered

how you will bear
the separation from me,

and how I will be
quite deserted

in the world without you?

Did you consider that?

You quite deserted?
We separated?

Who is to separate us, pray?

You will be Mrs. Linton.

Yes.

And as Mrs. Linton,
I can aid you to rise,

and place you out
of my brother's power.

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

Do you think I could endure
such a thing?

No! You will be
Mrs. Linton.

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Of course I do.

Why do you love him?

I do.
Isn't that sufficient?

By no means.

You must say why.

Well, because he's handsome
and pleasant to be with.

It's bad.

I shall be rich.

I'll be the greatest woman
in the neighborhood.

Bad still.

However, I suppose
your brother will be pleased.

Edgar Linton
is a good man,

and he will save you.

'Tis neither practical
nor desirable for you

to marry Heathcliff.

And if you love Edgar

and Edgar loves you...

where is the obstacle?

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

Time will change it,
I'm well aware.

My love for Heathcliff resembles
the eternal rocks beneath.

My great miseries
in this world

have been
Heathcliff's miseries.

If all else perished
and he remained,

I should still continue to be.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff...

not as a pleasure,
but as my own being!

I cannot think
of our separation.

I will never talk
of our separation again.

Shh! Shh!

The vows you are about to take

are to be made
in the presence of God,

who is judge of all and knows
all the secrets of our hearts.

At last they arrive.

You have picked the moor
clean of flowers.

I think there is a small
patch of heather left

near Penistone Crags.

How I love them...

And how I love you.

Kiss me, Hareton!

Damn thee, kiss me!

Unnatural cub, come hither!

You come hither!

Hindley, Hindley.

The boy is tired.

So are you.

Why don't you go
and rest somewhere?

As you wish,
sister mine.

As you wish.

That was gently
done, Cathy.

Perhaps marriage
agrees with me.

Are you happy?

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

I believe I might kill him,

and he wouldn't wish
to retaliate.

Oh, Cathy,

we shall be
such fond sisters.

Of course we shall.

Perhaps next time we are
having a wedding breakfast,

it will be yours.

Mr. Brennan is in trade.

Wool, I believe.

They say that tradesmen are
dour but stalwart lovers.

What do you think you are doing?

I need you to take this

and promise me
you won't tell your husband,

else he'll throttle me.

Who will?

He did not give a name.

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

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

Where did you meet him?

Where?!

Is everything all right, darling?

Who was that?

You're trembling.

It was just a boy spying
on the celebrations.

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

Of course.

And you were with that
gypsy who ran away.

Heathcliff.

That's right.

Heathcliff.

Well, would you look at that!

A jack straightaway!

That's, uh, three points to me.

I beg. I beg!

He begs.

What are the chances

of another jack turning up
like that, Mr. Hindley?

I would say the chances

are very high indeed

if the man dealing the cards

is a cheating blackguard
of the lowest order.

I don't know you, sir,
but as you are a gentleman,

I'll let you apologize
for that remark

and leave this
place unscathed.

I may be a gentleman now,

but I've just spent
the last three years

in the company
of men lower than you.

I know you.
Don't I know you?

I defy you to repeat
that allegation, sir.

And I defy you to speak
to your new landlord

in such a way.

Landlord?
That's not right, sir.

Do you not live
in Penistone Cottages

like all the other
millworkers?

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

And I must warn you,

I do not relent
in exacting my due from anyone.

Happen I... I was just
taking advantage of the fact

Mr. Hindley was taken
in drink, sir.

Keep it.

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

but you do not lie to me.

Do you understand?

Yes, sir.

My cards, are they not?

Did you ever play
Trinidad All Fours, sir?

No.

Now, there is a game for
cutthroats and Londoners.

I am afraid the day,
the celebrations...

I'm a little feverish.

Of course. Of course.

Inconsiderate of me.

You sleep here.

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

Thank you.

You are very kind, husband.

I gave her the note
like you said, sir.

Good lad. Good lad.

Now...

how much did you start
with tonight, Saul?

Three shillings, sir.

Well...

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

the rest is for you.

What, sir?

Eight pounds. Take it.

Come with me.

I shall see you safe home
with such a fortune.

Take his coat.

He has a trap-and-two outside.

Gentlemen.

So! The Devil's sent thee
back to us, has he?

Still alive, Joseph?

Aye.

Still strong and all.

Perhaps God
is keeping you on Earth

because he would find
your company so irksome

in Heaven.

Your blasphemy don't touch me.

It's your soul you're damning!

My soul is already damned, Joseph.

You can count on that.