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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.