All language subtitles for Wuthering Heights 2009 S01E02

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You do not
know me, Nelly?

Look!

I'm not a stranger.

Is it really you, is it?

Yes.

Heathcliff.

Are they at home?

Where is she?
Is she here?

Speak.

Speak.

(knocks on door)

Yes, Nelly?

What is it?

A person from Gimmerton
wishes to see you, ma'am.

When I read your note,

I thought I would
never see you again.

Why didn't you believe
that I would return?

Not angry, my love!

Not now!

My poor Heathcliff.

Oh, I shall think it
a dream tomorrow!

I'll not be able to believe

that I have seen
and touched and spoken

to you once more.

When can we be alone? When?

The master
would like you to bring

your guest in, madam.

He thinks
it unseemly

for you to be standing out here
with a gentleman.

Edgar!

Heathcliff's come back!

Well... well, don't
strangle me for that.

I know you didn't like him.

Yet, for my sake,
you must be friends now!

Cathy, try to be glad
without being absurd.

The whole household need
not witness the sight

of your welcoming a runaway
servant as a brother!

Look who I discovered
in the hall.

ISABELLA:
Has Mr. Heathcliff

not changed beyond
all recognition, Edgar?

Not entirely. No.

Sit down, sir.

Mrs. Linton,
recalling old times,

would have me give you
a cordial reception.

And, of course,
I am gratified

when anything occurs
to please my wife.

Your wife, oh, yes.

I heard you married
only yesterday.

ISABELLA:
A pity you did not come sooner,

Mr. Heathcliff.

We could have made merry

at the celebrations.

I am not much of a one
for making merry,

Miss Isabella.

Too busy making your fortune,
no doubt.

And what would make you think
that I have made a fortune?

I can see by your bearing
and your dress

that you have not spent your
time away from us trading horses

and reading fortunes,
as some might think.

(laughs)
That much is true.

So, are we to learn how you have
made your money, Mr. Heathcliff?

The same way as any man.

By taking advantage
of other men's weaknesses.

We must forgive Heathcliff,
Mr. Linton.

He always liked to provoke.

Cathy, unless we are
to have cold tea, I am thirsty.

And Mr. Heathcliff

will have a long walk,

wherever he may lodge tonight.

Not so far, really.

I am staying
at the Heights.

Hindley invited me

this morning, when I called.

Hindley invited you? Really?

Yes. I called to inquire
about Miss Earnshaw.

I'm sorry, I mean Mrs. Linton.

Have you no fear
of the consequences

of fixing your dwelling
with your ancient persecutor?

I think my strong head
will keep me from danger.

And your brother can hardly
be made morally worse

than he already is,

now, can he?
(laughs)

I always
imagined that you

might end up marrying Hindley,

Miss Isabella.
Me?

Oh, I think not.

Not nearly handsome enough.

Miss Isabella has a suitor.

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

Well, as I am sure
Cathy will tell you,

the female heart can feel
a sudden and irresistible

attraction towards
the most unlikely of men

Wouldn't you agree...

Edgar?

I know what
my own heart tells me,

and that is all any man needs
to know, as far as I can tell.

Well, it seems
we have all grown wiser

in the years
of my absence.

Indeed, sir.

I hope that is true.

Do you not have a greeting
for your aunt, darling?

Hareton.

Who has taught you
these fine manners, eh?

So how has married life been
treating you this past month?

Where is he?

Out on the moors.

Inspecting some land
I have for sale.

He imagines he outflanks me.

He will destroy you.

He pays me good rent.

For living here?

For sleeping in your old room.

A horsewhip for you
and a fiddle for me.

What?

You don't remember, do you?

Why did you not come sooner?

I have waited weeks to see you.

I am a married woman.

My every movement is
monitored and remarked upon.

You have made yourself
a pretty prison, have you not,

by being too
impatient to marry?

You gave me not a word.

In three years,
not one indication

whether you were
alive or dead.

When I heard that
you were to marry,

I had one thought in
my head-- I would return,

have one glimpse of your face,
settle my score with Hindley,

then prevent the law
by executing myself.

Now I see I should have
stuck to my guns.

You knew when I was to marry
and you didn't return

to stop me from
taking such a step.

You'd already betrayed
me with your heart.

And you returned on my
wedding day to punish me?

What's that?

What?

There is a look
in your eyes.

My God, I think it's guilt.

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

You have laid with
Edgar, haven't you?

He is my husband.

You think your pretend
marriage matters to me?

How am I to look at you,

how am I to touch you,

knowing that his
milky, feeble hands

have held you as I
am holding you now?

You disgust me.

I'm sorry.

I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

What have I done?

(sobbing):
What have I done? What have I done?

What have I done?
What have I done?

How about a game
of three's up? Hmm?

You call it and you
win it all back.

Every penny.

And what if I should call wrong?

I take you to the yard,
strip you of your shirt

and flog you just
as you flogged me.

Mr. Heathcliff. I think it's
nearly daylight out there.

We'd probably best be going.

Now, now, Saul.

I bring you Hindley
night in, night out,

plump with cash,
ripe for the plucking.

I think it's only good
manners that you stay

until Hindley's fate
is decided.

What do you say, Hindley?

My cash...

(coins rattling)

...against the skin
on your back.

And my blood.

Why not?

Call it.

Tails.

Heads.

Saul,

behind the stable door,
you will find a whip.

Oil each tail
so they do not snag

in his open wounds.

I think perhaps

you've humiliated him enough,
Mr. Heathcliff.

I cannot feel any satisfaction
for the humiliation

that I have heaped
upon him so far.

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

But the lad, sir.

Think about Hareton.

You are a good man, Saul,

a good man.

I could have been a good man
once, but then I met Hindley.

One day,

I must sit you down and you
can tell me how to be good.

Gentlemen, thank you

for a diverting evening.

See yourselves out.

(door opening)

EDGAR:
Are you well, my love?

Just a little tired.

Perhaps now the
weather grows finer

we will see some more
of Mr. Heathcliff.

I think Mr. Heathcliff
has satisfied his curiosity,

and from now on, we shall
see very little of him.

That is a shame.

Why so?

Because I liked him,

and I desired his company.

Surely you do not covet
the adoration of Heathcliff?

I hope I misunderstood
you, Isabella.

You have not misunderstood me.

You cannot consider him
an agreeable person.

You are a dog
in the manger, Cathy,

and desire no one to
be loved but yourself.

That is enough.

You shall not talk to my wife
like that again, Isabella.

And you shall apologize.

I am sorry, sister.

(horse whinnying)

(hoofbeats)

I knew you would
come in the end.

Is Miss Isabella at home?

Miss Isabella?

Is she home?

Now, come.

I like her too well
to let you absolutely seize

and devour her up.

Besides, I would
not approve.

You would not approve?

You who have treated
me infernally?

Infernally, do you hear?
And if you flatter yourself

that I don't perceive it,
you are a fool.

Darling, don't
speak like this.

And if you think I can be
consoled by sweet words,

you are an idiot.

So I will ask you again,

is Miss Isabella at home?

Heathcliff, I'm proud
to show you, at last,

somebody who
dotes on you

more than myself.

Sister, dear, I really
don't think...

I am sure that
my poor little

sister-in-law is
breaking her heart

by mere contemplation

of your physical
and moral beauty.

Cathy!

This is most unfair.

Be kind enough to excuse me.

Cathy forgets
that you and I

are not intimate acquaintances,

and what amuses her is painful
to me beyond expression.

You had no reason

to treat the poor girl
in such a manner.

Do not fret.

I would as soon as put a canary

in the park on a winter's day

than recommend she bestow
her heart on you.

There would be
a certain symmetry,

though, would there not,

in Miss Isabella Linton
and I becoming lovers?

Perhaps your fortune
has changed you.

My fortune has changed me
in every regard except one.

And if I could change
that, too, I would do so.

What is this?

This is an agreement
that Mr. Heathcliff

has the first option
to purchase any more land

and buildings you may wish
to sell.

This is the balance
of the account, sir.

Joseph!

Saddle up,
would ya?

I'll find the game in the bull
whilst my luck has changed.

Had I known
I could ruin that man

in the space of three months,

I would have come back sooner.

I thought I would
never find this place.

That's why I told you
to bring Cathy's horse.

She could find her way
up here in the dark.

Is this the place

you bring all your
sweethearts?

Only Cathy
before you.

Is that how it's
always going to be?

Cathy before me?

I saw a spirit in you

last time I saw you
at the Grange,

Isabella,
that stayed with me.

It is as though your brother
has a woman's gentleness

and you have
all the fight.

I cannot tell whether you
are flattering me or not.

Everything you hear
about me is bad.

Yet you see
some good in me.

Or else why would
you be here?

Perhaps I'm attracted
to the bad in you.

No, do not make a joke of it.

A person who sees
the good in me

is a sensation I experience
so rarely that it is enough

to make me want to
at least try to love you.

I knew you were a man

who presented
a darkness to the world

because that is what
protected you best.

And I know your soul
must be in torment

for you to believe
such a thing.

What are you about,
raising this stir?

I said you must let Isabella
alone, I beg you!

Unless you
are tired

of being received here

and you wish Edgar to draw
the bolts against you.

God forbid he should try.

God keep him
meek and patient.

I love Heathcliff
more than you have

ever loved Edgar,

and he might love me
if you would let him.

I know he could
never love a Linton.

And yet he's quite capable
of marrying you to hurt me.

He has as good
as told me.

I don't
believe you.

What is it to you?

I have a right to kiss
her, if she chooses,

and you have
no right to object.

I am not your husband.

There's no need
for you to be jealous.

If you like Isabella,
you should marry her.

But do you like her,
Heathcliff?

Tell the truth.

Answer me.

Answer me!

You will not leave here
until you answer me.

If I imagined you wished me
to marry Isabella,

I'd cut my throat.

Take her if it
pleases you.

You clearly prefer

the bliss of
inflicting misery

to the bliss
of our love!

This is insufferable.

It is disgraceful
that you should own him

for a friend and
force his company on me.

(laughs)
Is that how you call it, sir?

I have so far been forbearing
with you, sir.

Your presence is

a moral poison that would
contaminate the most virtuous.

For that cause,

and to prevent
worse consequences,

I shall deny you hereafter

admission
into this house.

Cathy, this lamb of yours
threatens like a bull.

It's in danger of splitting
its skull against my knuckles.

I require your instant
departure, sir.

One minute's delay
will render it

involuntary
and ignominious.

Now, I will not move

until I hear an
apology from you.

An apology?

After constant indulgence
of both men I earn for thanks

two samples of
blind ingratitude.

Edgar, I was defending
you and yours.

Cathy, please get
out of my way.

Apologize.

Get out of my way!

Make an apology or allow
yourself to be beaten.

(laughs)

All I want is
your happiness.

But I am, I must admit,
utterly defeated in this.

Indeed I can only
attribute your spite

and venom and betrayal

to some unfathomable damage
deep inside your heart.

To think anything else is
to think so badly of you

that I cannot
bear it.

Well, I must
compliment you

on your
taste, Cathy.

This is the slavering thing
that you would prefer to me.

Heathcliff, no!
I beg you!

CATHY:
Go!

Remain where
you are, Cathy.

I shall not stay,
but I wish just to learn

whether after
this day's events,

you intend to continue
your intimacy...

For mercy's sake,
just let us hear no more of it.

To get rid of me,
answer my question.

Will you give up
Heathcliff hereafter

or will you
give up me?

It is impossible to be

my friend and his
at the same time,

and I absolutely require
to know which you choose.

You cannot make me choose!

I demand it!

And if I choose to remain
friends with him?

Then I shall ask you
to leave this house.

May I speak?

To chastise me
for my weakness?

To mock me
for my kindness?

If you hear me out and
you still want me to leave,

then I shall relinquish
any claim I have on you.

Very well.

If you cast me out,

you shall cast out both
your wife and your child.

I am with child, Edgar.

I'm with child.

I came to you.

So I see.

Though after your brother's
threats and entreaties,

I had rather you didn't.

He has, after all,
threatened my life.

Cathy is with child.

You are lying.

Has Edgar put you up to this?

Sir...

any loyalty I feel in this
is entirely to you.

That is why I have come
here to tell you this.

Even though
he warned me

that if I was insane
enough to encourage

what he calls
my worthless suitor,

he will dissolve all bonds of
relationship between him and me.

Yet, as you see,
I am here.

(whistle)

(coughing)

HEATHCLIFF:
Feed and water the horses, then bed them down.

My bride and I shall be
staying here for the night.

Could you...

my fastenings?

Thank you.

Don't look at me.

Don't look at me.

(church bells ringing)

She's gone.

Isabella is gone.

She's run off with
Mr. Heathcliff.

This is not true.
It cannot be.

The lad who fetches the milk

told me they were spotted
two miles out of Gimmerton.

And I've checked
her room

and her bed
is not slept in,

so they have a day's start.

How will you catch up with them?

She went of her own accord.

She had a right to go
if she pleased.

No, Master, she is bewitched.

Hereafter she is only
my sister in name,

not because
I disown her,

but because she
has disowned me.

And who will tell the Mistress
of this turn of events?

No one.

Since Isabella is no longer
a member of her family,

she needn't be troubled
by news of her.

Yes, sir.

You're deceiving me.

Shh, Mistress!

I promised the Master that
I would not tell you.

I thought it might help you
to accept your new life

if you knew what Heathcliff...

If I knew what?

That Heathcliff betrayed me?

That he's put a knife
through my heart?

Give over that talk.

Stop that,
Miss Cathy...

Mistress...

(mumbling hysterically)

Get off me!

You stop that!

(screams)

(sobs)

Please, my love.

Please.

(gasps in fear)

It's all right,
my love, it's all right.

You were dreaming.

Stay with me, Nelly.

If only I were in my
own bed in the old house.

And that wind rattling
against the lattice.

Do let me feel it.

It comes straight
down the moor.

Let me have...
let me have one breath.

When will Heathcliff return?

I do not know.

If he felt
anything for you,

he would never return
and let you be.

Now, try and put him
out of your mind.

I cannot, Nelly.

I cannot.

He will not let me.

Where are we going?

Although it may not appear
to be the case,

I have tried
over these past four months

to make myself love you...

But I cannot.

What is preventing such
a thing from happening?

I think you know.

Nevertheless,

I would like to hear
you say her name.

Your eyes detestably resemble
your brother's.

Dove's eyes,

an angel's eyes.

So I cannot bear
to look at them

without wishing you ill.

I abandoned my elegancies,
my comforts and my friends

of my former home
to marry you.

You married me
under delusion.

Then you shall let me go
home to the Grange, sir.

You shall go home,
but not to the Grange.

The Heights will be your home

and you will not
be disgracing me

by rambling abroad.

I cannot allow that.

Surely in your heart
you feel some pity.

I have no pity.

I have no pity.

HEATHCLIFF:
Joseph! Joseph!

Where are you, damn you?

Is he come back, then?

I thought he had gone for good.

We came just now.

But he left me and as
I don't know where he is...

Be sure to lock your door.

I cannot resist

going up there with this
every night and trying his door.

If once I find it open,
he is done for.

(dog growling)

What is it?

I am tired
after my journey.

I will show you
to your room.

My room?

I sleep in here.

What news is
there of Cathy?

Mrs. Linton has
not been well.

She will never be
like she was,

but her life is spared.

And if you really have
a regard for her,

then you'll shun
crossing her way again.

I must exact
from you a promise

that you will get me
an interview with her.

I say you must not.

And you never shall
through my means.

She's too weak.

Consent or refuse,
I will see her.

You know
as well as I do

for every thought
she spends on Edgar

she spends a thousand on me.

And if I thought
it were otherwise,

two words would comprehend
my future: death and hell.

Do not persist
in this, sir,

or I shall be obliged
to inform my Master

and he shall take measures
to secure his house.

Who did you see today, Nelly?

No one in particular.

Joseph at church, of course,
outpraying the bishop as usual.

You're lying to me, aren't you?

You have too much imagination
and I have too little.

I cannot make sense
of you some days.

I know that
he's back.

I can feel him close,

so there's no use
in trying to deceive me.

Why am I so changed?

Well, you eat so little
and you will not drink

and you've made yourself weak.

I wish I were outdoors.

I wish I were a girl again,
half savage, hardy and free.

Come, come, you're
a young woman.

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

You're blessed if only
you could see it.

Open the window wide again.

Open it.

I will not give you
a death of cold.

I'm not helpless yet.

I'll do it myself.

(thunder)

(rain pelting down)

Heathcliff...

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

I think she will
have headed up

to the Crags, sir!

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

It is where she
went as a child.

It was a favorite
place for her...

For both of them.

Cathy!

Cathy!

My love!

Cathy!

My love.

EDGAR:
Cathy!

NELLY:
Cathy!

Cathy!

Oh, Cathy.

Oh, my love.

(shivering):
Am I come home?

Yes.

Yes, you are home.
We are home.

And we will wander these
moors for all eternity.

I thought you
had forgotten me.

You know I could
as soon as forget you

as my own existence.

And what of Edgar and...

Shh.

There's no Edgar.

There's no Hindley.

It's just you and I.

Just you and I.

(dogs barking in distance)

EDGAR:
Cathy!

She's here.

Damn you, she's here.

The pneumonia has
a grip on her lungs.

She has neither
the constitution

nor, it seems,
the will to recover.

Hell, is that all
you can say?

Is there nothing
you can do?

It will be a miracle
if I can keep her alive

until she's gone
full term.

DOCTOR:
I believe if the child is not born tonight,

neither will survive.

Dear, sweet Edgar.

Why could you
not love someone

worthy of your affection
and gentleness?

You know our child

will be loved and
cherished, do you not?

But not too tame.

(laughs)

Our child shall wander
the moors and be free

as any child must

with your blood running
through their veins.

When I was a child,

my father went on a trip

and he asked me and my sister
what presents we would like.

I chose a fiddle.

And my sister, already a good
rider, asked for a new whip.

But when he returned,

he did not bring us
what we had asked for.

He had brought you instead.

Cathy is dying.

And you grew and grew
like a big, fat cuckoo

and now look at you

sitting there as
if you are already

master of the house.

Your sister is dying.

Cathy is dying.

You do not fool me, Heathcliff.

You wear your
finer feelings

like you wear those
gentleman's clothes: badly.

You are nothing more
than a gypsy bastard

and so your love for Cathy
can only be a pretend love

and your grief
for her a pretense.

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name!

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

Stop! You will
kill him!

You'll hang
for it!

I long to die.

I would die a thousand deaths if
I knew she were waiting for me.

I am leaving now.

I think it fair that you
let me leave unmolested.

Be gone.

After all, it is better to be
hated by you than loved by you.

I see that now.

So I think I owe you
a queer sort of gratitude

that you spared me your love
and its murderous effect.

Be gone!

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

She is weak.

She is dying.

Then you know she
would wish to see me.

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

(Cathy whimpering)

Shh.

Sleep.

Shh, sleep, my love.

Let me die in your arms.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave!

Edgar.

Edgar.

Oh, Edgar!

How sweet it feels
to see you again.

I beg your forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

I have nothing to forgive you.

Then you are not angry?

I am not angry.

I am sorry
to have lost you,

especially as I can never
think you will be happy.

I am carrying his child, Edgar!

And I have nowhere!

And nothing!

Please.

How can I make amends?

If you should really wish
to oblige me,

then return to the villain
you married

and persuade him
to leave the country.

Do not close your heart to me.

Do not close your heart!

(door opens)

The servants are returning
from church.

My master will not
be far behind.

I cannot go.

I shall not go,
I tell you!

For heaven's sake!

Just go for one hour.

I will come to you when
the Master leaves the house.

Please!

Not for one minute.

You must!

Mister Edgar will be up
immediately!

I promised her.

This will be the last time.

(Cathy breathing raspily)

She begged me to stay.

She does not know what she says.

What in God's name...?

Unless you are a fiend,
you will take her.

You will take her
and you will comfort her.

I shall not refuse
to go out of doors.

But I will stay
in the garden,

and mind you keep
to your word, Nelly.

I shall be under
the larch trees.

Nelly, send for
Dr. Kenneth now.

Send for him, woman!

(Cathy gasping)

(dogs barking)

(hoofbeats)

Doctor, thank God.

EDGAR:
Please, come quickly, please.

Her breathing is shallow.

I fear for our baby.

She's dead.

I didn't have to wait
for you to learn that.

Stop sniveling
before me.

Damn you all.

She wants none of your tears.

Yes, she's dead.

Gone to heaven, I hope.

(bitterly):
Oh, did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch.

Your pride cannot blind God.

How did she die?

She lay with a sweet smile
on her face

and her baby at her breast.

His bastard lived, then.

Cathy's life closed
in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly
in the other world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer.

I repeat it
till my tongue stiffens.

Cathy Earnshaw,
may you not rest,

not while I'm living.

(wailing)

You said I killed you.

Haunt me, then.

Be with me always.

Take any form.

Drive me mad.

But don't leave me...

in the abyss,
where I cannot find you.

(sniffles)

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

(church bells ringing)

Being married will not be
such a bad thing,

will it, Catherine?

I'm going to see my father.

This locket was
your mother's.

I hope you'll be
a dutiful daughter.

I defy you to frighten me.

Have you heard how your
wife speaks to me, Linton?

If you cannot take her in hand,

perhaps I'll have
to do so myself.

Linton loves me, and for
that reason I love him.

Mr. Heathcliff, you have
nobody to love you,

and however miserable
you make us,

we shall still have
the revenge of thinking

that your cruelty rises
from your greater misery!

Nelly! Nelly!

Is he still alive?

Yes.

Yes, my angel, he is.

Papa.

Forgive me,
please forgive me.

There is nothing
to forgive.

Tell me one thing, Catherine,
and tell me the truth.

Do you love Linton?

Will he make you happy?

He will make me
very happy, Father.

And Mr. Heathcliff has said
that we shall live here.

Linton and I together.

And we will fill the house
with children and happiness.

Then I can go to her.

I have been very happy
with my little Catherine.

Oh, I see.

Playing the loyal servants
to the last, are we?

Make haste, get my daughter's
things together.

And don't oblige me
to compel you.

Why not let Catherine
continue here?

Send Master Linton to her.

I'm seeking another tenant
for the Grange.

I want my children
about me, to be sure.

(Catherine wailing)

You are on my property.

Stand to one side, else
I'll have the Constable on you.

This is Green, my solicitor.

He will give each of you
a notice to quit.

(two soft knocks on door)

Put it down there.

It's cold up here.

Perhaps you should come down

and sit by the fire
for a few moments,

just while Linton sleeps.

I will stay up here.

I brought you a book.

Nelly said you might like it.

Thought you might be
in need of distraction.

Catherine, come and sit
by the fire, my love.

Just while
Linton sleeps.

We'll listen out for him,
won't we, Hareton?

Thank you.

Lapwing.

Bonny bird.

It wheels over your head
on the moor

when it's trying to get
to its nest.

Perhaps one day we could take
a walk and look for nests.

I'm hoping we could.

I have been to my solicitor.

Linton has bequeathed me
all of his estate.

When he dies,
you will be destitute.

You'll have no need for books.

CATHERINE:
If I am as poor as you say,

then I have
every need of books

to help me escape
my miserable fate.

What a hideous tyrant.

And you, sitting there like
a dumb ox while he abuses me!

What was I supposed
to have done?

"What was I supposed
to have done?"

Stand up to the fiend!

How would you like it
if I abused your father?

He is not your father.

Hindley was your father,
and Heathcliff ruined him

and drove him
to an early grave.

Heathcliff showed me
more love than my father.

Yes, so that he
could trick you

out of your
rightful inheritance.

Don't speak of Heathcliff
like that!

I'd rather
you would abuse me.

Very well.

I had thought
your dumb state

was down to your upbringing,

but now I see it is
the state you prefer.

Much like a dog
or a cart-horse.

And if I ever needed proof,

it is your cowardice in
not standing to that man!

You're a damned liar!

Why have I made him angry
by taking your part, then,

a hundred times?

I shall have nothing
to do with you

and your mucky pride and
your damned mocking tricks.

I shall go to hell,
body and soul,

before I look sideways
at you again!

(doorlatch clicks,
door slams)

Is that true?

What Hareton said
about taking my part?

He has taken beatings for you.

That is true.

Why does he insist on
defending Heathcliff?

Because he is attached to him

by ties stronger
than reason can break,

and it is cruel of you
to try and loosen them.

(night birds screeching)

HEATHCLIFF (softly):
Come in, Cathy.

Cathy, do come, please.

Please come in...

Oh, do, once more.

Oh, my love.

Oh, my heart's darling.

I ask you once more.

Please end it.

End my agony.

(faint knocking)

CATHY:
Let me in. Let me in.

Let me in.

(knocking)
Cathy.

Let me in!

Hold me, my love!

Hold me, my love.

Hold me, hold me.

Cathy!

Cathy, do come, my love.

Do come, my love.

(knocking continues)
Do come.

CATHERINE:
Mr. Heathcliff.

(knocking)
Mr. Heathcliff.

You must come.

(mumbling softly)

(door opens)

You must come.

Mr. Heathcliff.

My husband.

Your son.

He's dead.

My son?

Linton.

Linton is dead.

Our Father who art in Heaven,
Hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come,
Thy will be done,

In earth as it is
in Heaven.

Oh Catherine, how do you feel?

How do you feel, Catherine?

He's safe
and I'm free.

I'm sorry.

And I am sorry...

for the things
I said to you.

I did not mean it.

I was miserable and
bitter at everybody

and I would like you
to forgive me.

(birds chirping)

Is Catherine not here?

She is upstairs.

I picked some flowers
from over at the Grange.

Oh, did you?

Seemed a shame to waste them.

They were the last
of the summer.

If he finds you in here,
he will punish you.

But he can't hurt me.

I think even he knows that.

I thought we could
be friends.

Even though you'll be
ashamed of me.

I will not be.

I think I would like a friend.

It's one of my mother's
exercise books.

How she loved Heathcliff.

What are you two doing
in here?

CATHERINE:
I wanted to feel close

to what is left
of my family.

I'm the only person to blame.

Hareton stayed with me
at my insistence.

And who the devil gave you leave
to set one foot in here?

And who ordered you
to obey her?

CATHERINE:
You shouldn't grudge me one room

when you have taken
everything from me!

You insolent slut!

You never had anything.

If you strike me,
Hareton will strike you.

And if Hareton doesn't
turn you out of this room,

I will strike him
back to Hell.

HEATHCLIFF:
Hareton.

Take her.

Take her and leave me.

All of you, leave me now.

She must learn to avoid
putting me in a passion.

You once told me,

love would only bring me
grief and pain and suffering.

I have seen nothing in my life

to change that opinion otherwise.

You misled me.

Not purposely,

I don't suppose,
but you were wrong.

If that is true,

then my whole life's endeavors
have been wrong, too.

Is that what
you would have me believe?

I would have you believe
whatever brings you peace.

(chuckles lightly)

Would that not be
a poor conclusion?

An absurd termination
to my violent exertions?

I feel for you
in such a variety of ways.

In the first place, your
startling likeness to Cathy

fearfully connected you
with her.

But, then, what is not connected
with her to me?

And what does not recall her?

The entire world is a dreadful
collection of memoranda

that she did exist
and that I have lost her.

You have... no feeling
of illness, have you?

No... I have not.

I've never felt stronger.

HARETON:
I think first you should kiss

me for minding so well.

Five kisses
if you read it through

with no further blunders.

(birds chirping)

♪ ♪

(gunshot) Nelly!

Nelly!

No...

No!

(Hareton sniffling)

No! No!

(sobbing)

(dog barking, birds chirping)