All language subtitles for WutheringHeights2026

I told you what happens when the neck
don't breaks free when they get

Look!

It's Christy!

What is this place?

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

I don't know.

King Kong.

Am I living in another world?

Another world I created?

Or what?

If it's beauty, do you see beauty?

If there's beauty, say it's enough.

If it's enough, say yes.

If it's not.

I'm gonna die now.

It's not my fault women are disgusting.

Well, you should have told me no matter
what I said.

Poor Dolly.

Oh, I'm going to die.

If you are, then be quick about it.

I have things to do. What a frightful
racket.

Papa.

No, you look like a plate of corned
beef. Have you been crying?

No, only racing.

Racing? Your mother was still here. She
battered me round the head to see if I'd

let you run wild.

She would not.

Oh, you didn't know she was a terror?
She boxed for the county.

She had hands like meat plates.

And her moustache was as big and bristly
as a broom.

No. I expect you shall have one too,
Cathy, since they run in the maternal

Stop!

You must not talk about my ma like that.

I shall not have a moustache.

I shall not!

Don't be tired, Cathy.

Nobody likes a flowerpuff as well as a
fright.

God -teeth, Nellie.

Can you do something about her? That's
what you're here for.

Yes, sir.

Tell Mrs Burton I shall dine at the Ram.

Oh, do not go, Papa. Please. I shall go,
because the company is much better at

the Ram and there's considerably less
weeping.

Now, then.

Where's my fucking horse? I'll warn the
maids.

Say it were hot pot at the Ram again,
Zilla.

I'm amazed he managed to eat anything.

Oh, he's pissed up the wall again, Mrs
Burton.

Right. You know what that means.

Check his britches for soiling.

That poor little girl.

And what of that thing he brought over?

Hiding somewhere.

But what's he doing here?

Mr Earnshaw had one of his...

of charity and pray for that little son
too

And I said, this is not Liverpool, this
is not Bristol. You cannot kick a child

in the street.

And the poor wretch's father, well, it's
probably his father, anyway, the man,

said, well, you take the little devil
then if you're so worried. And I said,

well, I shall.

I shall.

And here we are.

I was only...

Asking how long it is you intend us to
feed and clothe him, sir.

As it will affect the household. I
intend him to be clothed and fed for as

as I intend it!

Once I'll be surrounded by women.

Spend my days being endlessly badgered
and sniped. Papa!

Here's another hellcat sent to torment
me.

Other is not a better father in all the
world, nor a better man.

Oh, so you like your new friend, do you?

Very much, Papa.

Very, very much.

Although... I do not think he can talk,
therefore cannot give me his name.

So I have called him Heathcliff, after
my dead brother.

Heathcliff.

Come here, my dear boy.

Come, come, come.

You are most...

heartily welcome here.

Can I dress him up?

Yes, of course. He shall be your pet.

I shall be very, very kind.

Unless you're bad.

And I shall pinch you.

Nice for us to have a friend.

A real friend, I mean.

Not a paid one.

Companions aren't paid.

Companions are ladies, Cilla.

Just because your father was a lord
doesn't make you a lady.

Bastards can't be ladies, Miss Nellie.

No matter how much their father paid to
have them hidden away.

Put on the... Pony.

The pony.

The pony.

The pony ate the

grass. The picture he gave.

There's a picture of it. Look.

Honestly, I shall have to make you a
paper cone and call you a dunce.

And if you do, I'll throw you out the
window and let the birds crack in your

eyes! I'm not doing it anymore!

I don't want to read!

Semper semper.

Shut up.

Sorry.

Sorry, Heathcliff.

Do you want to try again?

I'll be more patient, I promise.

No. Then you shall never read and never
be able to be very stupid forever.

Go away.

No.

Go away.

No. Go away.

No. Go away. No.

I won't go away.

I'll never go away.

I will never leave you.

no matter what you do.

We need to go.

The rain will give over soon.

Your father will be very angry for the
light.

Please. Stop worrying.

It will give over, I promise. It will.

But the sky's black, Kathy.

No, no, no, no.

You see that?

Blue.

That's not all there's blue to get us
back.

Well, it is. You'll see.

For blue is blue no matter how small.

Where have you been?

I said, where have you been?

We were caught in a storm, Papa.

It is my birthday, Catherine, and you
have kept me waiting.

I believe you do not care for me at all.

Of course I do, Papa.

You're the best father in the world. I
am so sorry.

You shall be sorry when it's your own
birthday, and I forget it.

Let's have supper and celebrate
properly.

It's cold.

It's my fault, sir.

Not Kathy's. She wanted to turn back,
but I ignored her. All she has spoken of

all day is you and your birthday.

Is this true?

I swear it. She's not to blame.

Were you trembling?

Stop at once. You make me feel like a
brute.

Stop it, I say!

It was not his fault. I feed you, and
clothe you, and save you from poverty

despair. I am the kindest man alive, and
you dare to tremble at me.

I'll give you something to tremble
about!

Painting? Heathcliff, why did you lie?

It was my fault we were late, not yours.

I couldn't see him hurt you.

But this hurt me. Don't you understand,
Heathcliff?

This hurts me.

I will take this and more every day if

it's fair to you.

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry for me, Kathy.

For I'll do it again and again.

Then you do.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Just stay with me.

And me, you brute.

Are you awake?

No.

Now. Catherine!

What was up on that with the horse? What
could be so important?

Thrush Cross Grange is sold. We have
neighboured.

They are called Linton.

A family?

A bachelor and his ward.

He made his fortune in textiles.

Not at all.

You must be very rich indeed.

I suppose you shall fall in love with
me.

I suppose you shall fall in love with
me. I heard you.

It would be nice to be rich.

What should you do, Heathcliff?

What? If you were rich.

I suppose I do what all rich men do.

Live in a big house.

And be cruel to my servants.

Take a wife.

A wife? What wife?

Aye.

I've always looked fondly on... Rose
from the Crown.

The landlord's daughter.

She's quite the plainest girl I ever
laid eyes on. And dull, too.

Shockingly dull.

Practically a simpleton.

I cannot sit here all day talking
nonsense with you. After all, the

call on me at any moment.

I warn you.

If they do not come soon, I shall feel
snubbed.

And you will have a quarrel with them
before you have even met.

That would be a feat even for you.

We are a very important family.

Perhaps they do not know.

Earnshaws have been here since 1500.

It is written above our door.

Why do they not come?

It has only been a week. In fact, we are
likely far superior to Mr Linton's

family, who, after all, made their
fortune in velvet.

Not at all the same thing as land.

Not at all.

Perhaps they're waiting for me to call
them, then.

No.

Why not?

Because a lady cannot go to a house
unannounced. It is not done. They would

shocked. They would not.

They would be delighted.

As are all who have the pleasure of
making my acquaintance.

Perhaps that is why they have not come.

They may be intimidated, poor things.

Yes, I'm sure that's it.

Work on your tapestry.

I hate my tapestry.

I was so bored before they came.

Now I'm so bored I might die.

I have had enough of hearing about Mr.
Linton.

Heathcliff, I cannot get down in these
skirts.

Well, then you'll have to take them off.

You're pleased with yourself.

Barry.

Get off the

horse. Back off, you silly woman.

Oh, Heathcliff.

I feel we had a run -in the other day.

What did I do?

Oh, don't tell me I can't bear it.

Ah, what a wretch I am.

Can you forgive poor Earnshaw?

Yes, sir.

Oh, splendid.

Splendid boy, yes. I knew he couldn't be
as bad as I'd imagined.

Well, I'm off to town to see if I can't
find that wretched solicitor. For I know

it, he's been spending all my money.

What happened the other day?

Nothing much.

He just gave me a cup around the ear is
all.

You fool.

You must know you could knock his eyes
out if you cared to.

He knows I don't care to.

Well, I wish you would.

Do you?

My only restraint is you.

Then you must be better for both of us.

Are you cold, Kath?

Yes.

Let me make you a fire.

Papa will whip you if you do.

We cannot spare the wood.

You can always spare the wood when he is
cold.

You'll not need it tonight.

For his face has made acquaintance with
the parlour floor again.

It did not go well with the solicitor.

We are ruined, Heathcliff.

There was nothing left.

He's gambled it all away.

I suppose I shall have to throw myself
at Mr Linton after all.

Hopefully I'll die of cold and be spared
the shame of it.

Not throw yourself at Mr. Lincoln, Kai.

Harder. Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah.

Must you do that here, Joseph?

The drain in the yard is the overflow.

So my skirts will be nothing but pigsty.

Every moment the potter takes time
further and further beyond the pale.

Sorry, Miss Catherine.

I actually believe that the nurse is the
villain of the story because she allows

this chaos to ensue, knowing that
they're going to be doomed, that there's

to be so much death.

I don't really like the nurse, actually.

But anyway, Mercutio gets killed in the
street, and Romeo then kills Tybalt for

revenge for Mercutio's death. He's
murdered in the street, and everyone

So Romeo, he's banished from Verona.

So she hatches this plan with Friar
Lawrence, you see, and she's going to

this sleeping drink.

She's going to elope and no -one's going
to know.

And word of this was supposed to be sent
to Romeo.

So that's where you think it's going to
go. But someone tells Romeo that

Juliet's dead.

Juliet is not dead at all. She's only
taken a sleeping draught. But Romeo did

not know that he was in Mantua. And the
letters had not reached him.

What a thorough, pracey, Isabella. I
feel quite transported.

Oh, how I cried.

Edgar, I thought my head might fall off.

Oh, dear, that would not do.

Well, no, indeed not.

Then I should have nowhere to put my
ribbons.

What happened?

Edgar, Edgar, Edgar!

I saw a ghost there!

There, by the wall!

Oh, Edgar, it had the most fearsome
visage, ghastly pale. It was hideous. It

dead, evil eyes.

There will be some reasonable
explanation.

Let me look. Please don't leave me,
please. You are quite safe.

I assure you.

May I assist you?

I've sprained my ankle on a hideous
wall.

Linton has taken me in.

Linton? Had cream cake for tea and
chocolate. Chocolate?

She has underlined chocolate.

Clever little cat.

She'll be in clover.

She's sprained her ankle.

I will go. I can carry her. It's five
miles.

No, no, no, no, no. You can't go up
there, you silly boy.

You're a servant, Heathcliff.

This is her chance.

And likely her only one, which is
already well past spinsterhood. You

you plundering up there.

It would ruin her prospects.

No,

we can't just... The most impressive
fellow, you

know, the gentleman, through and
through. I mean, he's not quite out of

drawer, you know, obviously.

But we can overlook such things, can't
we? As we have done with you, my dear.

Oh, in the Grange. We've never seen
anything like it. The drawing room is

of crystal.

How's Cathy?

Purring like a kitten.

Weighted on hand and foot by both Linton
and his ward. And what is she like?

Miss Isabella. Yes. Oh, she's very fine.

Very pretty indeed.

Good. It's a wonder that Linton didn't
marry her himself.

I suppose they're more like brother and
sister.

When will Cathy be back?

Soon enough.

Mind you, if Linton is even half as
smitten as he looks, I doubt if she'll

back here long.

Oh, my poor boots.

Thank you, Joseph.

Kathy. Miss Henshaw.

What is it?

You are transformed.

It is all Isabella.

She is the sweetest person alive.

She fixed my hair herself, which is her
special talent.

You know, she has a room entirely for
ribbons.

Just ribbons.

Where is Heathcliff?

Well, here you are.

You're back then.

Oh, is that it?

I've been gone six weeks.

You do not bother yourself to greet me.

You believe you are hiding.

I see you look.

And dirty.

I can smell you from here.

No one could be in any danger of
smelling you.

Just enough perfume to make the eyes
water.

It is lily of the valley.

It is no such thing.

You're angry because I was gone for so
long.

I could not be helped.

I'm not angry, Cathy. I'm busy.

You came to see me. Well, here we are.
So you are.

Why don't you go and bother one of the
other servants?

Heathcliff. Listen!

I tell you I have work to do.

I cannot endlessly indulge every last
wretched whim of yours.

We're not children anymore, Cathy.

Surely you understand that now.

I cannot play with you.

And now I could create your company.

So many weeks with Edgar and Isabella.

Carry on with your work.

You've been a bad girl.

Very bad girl.

You're not gonna be laughing in a
minute.

Where do you think you're going, eh?

You don't want to stay with me?

Stay with Josie.

Hmm?

So, no.

Oh,

fucking hell.

How did you do that? How crazy?

Put it harder!

No.

You're doing quite right. What?

Oh, yeah, fine.

I'm going for a walk.

And now start.

Yeah.

Kath, it's nothing. Please go away.

Go away. Leave me alone.

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

Don't die. It's not worth dying over.

How dare you laugh at me, you devil?
This is your doing.

How is it my doing?

Stop talking.

Kath. Stop. Do not talk to me. Are you
going to make yourself ill?

Do not.

Do not.

Let go of my hand.

Never.

I love you now.

I can follow you like a dog to the end
of the world.

Let me down.

Care for me at all. Put me down.

Do not follow me.

I beg of you.

Oh, God.

Don't.

Not now, Nellie. Not now!

Whatever it is, I must... Mr Linton is
in the parlour.

Mr Linton.

Mr Linton.

I'm not fit to receive you.

Miss Ayrshire, that could never be true.

Indeed it is. I fear I must excuse
myself.

It must be most distressing to see your
father so unwell.

You saw him then.

Is this too shaming?

No.

It's all too shaming.

No, no.

I'm sorry, Mr Linton.

I'm very sorry.

Miss, I'm sure. Please, sit.

There is something I must say.

Please.

Please.

If I were in heaven, Nellie, I should be
extremely miserable.

Because you're not fit to go there.

But not just that.

It is because I should be homesick.

Did something pass between you and Mr
Linton?

He asked me to marry him.

And what was your response?

I accepted him.

Well, be quick, Nellie. Tell me, was I
wrong?

Do you love him?

One could not help but love Edgar.

Then where is the obstacle?

Here.

Whichever place the soul lives, I'm
convinced I am wrong. Why?

I hate Cliff.

I love him.

Not because he's handsome, Lily, but
because he's more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls are made of is a
minor thing.

Do not sigh at me.

I know you think I'm a selfish wretch.

If I marry Mr. Linton, I could aid
Heathcliff to rise.

I could place him out of my father's
power. With your husband's money, you'll

find him not so pliable as you calculate
upon.

Why should I ask you?

What would you know about it?

You've never loved anyone in your whole
life.

No one has ever loved you.

You say you love Edgar Linton. You have
accepted his proposal.

It is done, Cathy.

I do not know what it is you want from
me.

Reassurance?

Compassion?

Some kindness?

You are the known, Ellie, you.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff.

beggars. So you shall never know.

I'm sorry, Mr. Earnshaw.

He made off with the horse last night.

Kathy!

I do not think he is coming back.

Of course he is.

He's only trying to vex me.

You know what he's like.

You would never leave me, Nellie.

Did he come?

We could put it off.

It has been a year. It cannot be put off
any longer.

Tighter.

Tighter. This is tight enough.

Tighter, Nellie. But you will not
breathe.

present now?

Oh, it's quite lovely.

I made it the night that Edgar proposed
once I knew that you would join us here

forever.

It's your real hair.

Yes, for I had been collecting it from
the brush while you stayed with us.

I knew I could not use anything else for
your hair. It's so singular.

Well, this must have taken a very long
time. apart, no matter for I have

to do.

Let us put little Catherine here.

How extraordinary.

Wait till you see your dresses, Kathy.

Oh, Edgar.

How many did you have made?

This was all my dear ward.

Isabella knows everything.

She had all of these ordered.

From France and Belgium and Italy, all
of the ateliers have been making things

to your measurements.

I had to sacrifice my ribbon room for
it.

Oh, Isabella.

It was no hardship.

Knowing how pleased you would be.

Come. Come, there is more.

Let me wait till you see.

Your bedroom.

When they asked me what colour it should
be, I said it should be the most

beautiful colour in the world.

The colour of my wife's sweet faith.

Here, look.

A freckle from your cheek.

Nellie. Nellie.

Nellie.

Nellie.

Nellie! Yes, Cathy.

Well, you have been quiet. Quiet?

Since we came.

I did not like you to be so silent.

Do you disapprove? Of what?

I don't know.

Perhaps it is only contentment.

You have no complaints.

What could there be to complain about?

That we are too comfortable?

Too warm?

That your necklace is too big?

That the dog is too small? It is too
small.

I'll grant you that.

As for the rest, this is good.

It is good, Kathy.

Everything all right, my love?

Catherine?

I'm fine.

Ernie, what are you doing?

Do not press me, Bella. A hanging is not
an appropriate place for a young lady.

You are so old -fashioned. Tell him,
Catherine.

No, he is right.

You would not like it, Isabella.

Indeed. Thank you, darling.

I've always found him quite barbaric.

That is a shame.

But I thought you would have taken a
particular interest in this hanging,

Catherine. Why?

Because of who was being hanged.

What?

Do you think they will do it in her
skirts?

Oh, for God's sake.

It would be quite indecent. Surely one
could only look up and see... Isabella,

enough!

Look, you have upset dear Catherine.

No, no.

I only need some air.

Mrs. Linton.

Mrs. Linton?

Oh, Jess.

Oh, it is good to see you.

Yeah. It's been such a long time.

How are you?

How is Zilla?

Zilla?

Gone. Married.

Oh. Yeah, she's got a little boy now.

It's a wee little rascal.

See him in the village sometimes.

She doesn't greet me.

Oh. But it wouldn't look well, her
talking to someone like me.

And all that.

I'd embarrass her.

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

Have you come to see your father?

How is he?

Hello, daughter.

Papa. Oh.

Papa, is it now?

What has happened?

What has happened?

As Dilla is gone, and I've no money to
replace her, and so

we sink into ruin.

Edgar sends money, Papa. I know he does.

Have you come here to scold me?

No, I came to wish you a happy
Christmas.

See how you are.

And how do you find me?

Quite well.

Not dead, you mean.

You do look well, however.

Gladdens my heart to see you so happy,
Captain.

Perhaps you might share some of that
happiness with your poor, lonely old

Just give him a little bit more to get
by on.

You know I cannot, papa.

You will only gamble it away.

And what will you spend it on, eh?

More garish jewels?

More tawdry geegles to dangle about your
person?

I suppose I should not begrudge it.

You've had no children, nothing to do
except make yourself ridiculous.

No children in all these years.

That fine husband of yours is not up to
it, I suppose.

Or perhaps it's you.

Stop!

There! No!

Since you will toss your coins on the
floor...

You will stay and watch me grope for
them, since that is what you meant by

It's all right.

It's all right.

You're very brave, very good girl, my
darling.

You have survived that wretched place.

You need never go back there again.

Happy Christmas, Nellie, dear. Thank
you, Cathy.

A

book

of friendship.

Oh, are you true that?

Yes, yes, that is you and I.

Ribbons.

That is your beautiful silhouette that I
watched one day from your room.

Oh, look at this. This is...

A rose that reminded me of you also.

The most beautiful rose in the world.

Oh.

Remember the day that we went walking
and you picked out a mushroom and you

said, what a lovely mushroom.

Well, I commemorated it in the
decoupage. Oh, God.

That's fantastic news, Catherine, all
round. That's fantastic news.

I have never been happier.

So you were excited to become a father
then?

I am giddy.

I feel like a chit fresh out of the
schoolroom.

You clever thing.

Will you stay here tonight?

Nothing would please me more.

But you need your rest, my love.

And you will not rest if I stay here
with you.

Good night.

Good night, my love.

He said...

Look at you.

Oh, you are handsome.

You're brute.

And rich.

Does that amuse you?

Not in the least.

Come.

We must not get the moat.

Come to dinner.

Everyone will be so delighted to see
you.

I ruined my dress climbing up there to
get to him, and he did not move an inch.

So you have been abroad?

Oh, Edgar, look at him. Of course he
has.

Tell us, Heathcliff.

Where have you been?

What have you been doing these past
years?

Is it very exciting?

At times.

Is that all?

At times?

After near five years, it was exciting
at times.

I fear you want me to press it out of
you.

Well, I will not beg you for your story,
Heathcliff.

In fact, I'm beginning to suspect that
it was very boring.

It wasn't.

Perhaps he was a pirate.

Perhaps I was.

Oh, dear, surely not.

I really don't care what you have been
doing.

Do I, Edgar?

Darling, have I even mentioned
Heathcliff?

I do not believe so, my love.

You see?

Keep your secrets, Heathcliff, and we
will have to assume that your fortune

most ill -gotten.

Where is Dane?

At Wuthering Heights.

No, you mustn't.

The place is no more than a ruin.

Tell him, Edgar, he must come here.

Indeed, if he... No.

No, I would rather be home.

Home? Yes, I suppose it is a sort of
home for you.

Yes, I should say so, since I bought it.

How wonderful.

For us to have a neighbour.

Wonderful.

He is the most handsome man I ever saw.

This? Mr.

Heathcliff, of course.

Heathcliff would devour you.

He would not.

He would indeed.

He is rough and wild.

Wicked temper.

Why would he say such things?

He is your friend. Yes, it is because he
is my friend that I can say it with

such certainty.

You are funny, Isabella.

He would crush you like a sparrow's egg.

You are a dog in the manger, Kathy.

Do you think I would become jealousy?

I am only meant to save you from
humiliation, by all means, to sue him.

I'm sure he'll find your efforts greatly
amusing.

How's life?

Oh, it'll be some game.

You two have never quarrelled.

What can there be to quarrel about?

I'll be back by supper.

I'm sure you know why Isabella has
savaged my poor doll.

Just because she is quite besotted with
you.

Indeed, I had not noticed.

You know she is.

But now that you bring it to my
attention, she is pretty.

Heathcliff. And rich.

She's not been shy about the inheritance
settled upon her once she marries.

And she likes me, you say.

Why don't we ask her?

I'm quite certain she's hovering by the
door listening to us.

Isabella?

Isabella, come in, dear.

We know you are there.

Shall I come and fetch you?

Oh, look, Heathcliff.

Someone who admires you even more than I
do.

The whole thing is breaking her heart
over you.

Kathy, please. No, no, no, no, no. Don't
run away, dear.

Don't run away.

You see, if Bella thinks that if only I
would step aside, she would shoot a

shaft of light into your soul that would
make you a gentleman.

Do not run.

I will not be named a dog in the manger
again.

I will go.

Let's go.

Have him to yourself.

Show him your dolls.

You are a dog in the manger.

You have no interest in her. You know
you do not.

Leave her alone.

Why should I?

If it's kissing she wants, I'm more than
happy to oblige. You will not. I have a

right to if she chooses and you have no
right to object.

I'm not your husband, remember.

You have no right to be jealous of me.
Do not scratch at me, Heathcliff. I have

been nothing but kind since your return.

No?

Have I chastised you once for your
desertion?

Have I delivered a single rebuke?

These past years, I have not known if
you were alive or dead.

And you dare to upbraid me when the
fault is yours.

Mine. How have I wronged you? How?

You knew I loved you and you disregarded
it.

Don't say you did not.

You treated me infernally.

Do you hear?

Infernally.

And if you flatter yourself that I don't
perceive it, then you are a fool.

And if you think a few sweet words will
console me, then you are an idiot.

And if you fancy that you can marry
Linton unrevenged, I will convince you

the contrary.

Oh, there can be no peace between us,
Catherine.

I was a fool to think otherwise.

But peace with you is worse than war.

So thank you for telling me, Miss
Isabella, the secret. I swear I'll make

most of it.

For you were welcome to torture me to
death for your own amusement.

Only please allow me to amuse myself in
the same style.

Kiss her, then.

Marry her, if you're like her.

It is nothing to me.

But I thought you really meant that I'd
go...

Oh, cut it.

Only do not do it on this carpet, for it
is Edgar's favorite, and he would be

very sorry to see it ruined.

I do not think we should receive Mr.
Heathcliff anymore.

Whatever you wish, my dear.

Poor little Heathcliff.

I'm in no mood for you tonight.

Oh, I just thought you might like a
little company.

There's gin on the side table. Let that
be your companion.

Oh, thank you, dear boy.

You're good to your old papa, aren't
you?

It's a grim joke, my boy, is it not?

My dream in bringing you here was to
make a gentleman of you.

And now...

To look at us.

Who could tell which was which?

Still, it's not enough, is it?

Not for her.

You're still just her pet.

You'll only ever be her pet.

Leave me alone.

Tom! Leave me alone.

You're wet.

I am not.

You're cold.

I am not!

You'll catch your death. It will be your
fault.

You must hit me. I only mean to keep you
dry, you wretched shrew.

I hate you.

You should not have kicked him.

That was bad.

I can only admire your restraint in
limiting it to twice.

The rain will not last, Kath.

There is some blue yet.

You and I both know there is none.

Why did you leave me?

Why did you do it?

Why did I leave you?

Why did you despise me?

Why did you betray your own heart?

Oh, I heard you that day.

The day you accepted Edgar.

You said it would create you to marry
me.

You did not hear all. You did not hear
all.

I said that I loved you.

I love you.

You loved me.

You loved me.

Then what right had you to leave me?

Answer me, what right?

Of the poor fancy you felt for Linton.

Because misery, degradation, death,
nothing that God or Satan could inflict

would have parted us. You did it.

Of your own will.

I have not broken your heart. You have
broken it.

And in breaking it, you've broken mine.

Let us both be damned.

Come unto me, all ye that labor and are
heavy laden, and I will give you rest.

Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me,
for I am meek and lowly in heart.

Find rest to your soul.

For my yoke is easy, and my burden is
light.

Kathy. Catherine.

You will be careful, won't you?

Does Heathcliff know?

I do not know what you mean.

That you are with child.

No.

Everyone sleeps Everyone

wakes up Everyone

drinks And everyone

breaks up But if there's a

light, don't let it go

Take it in just right, put your foot...

I don't see it.

Tomorrow?

I thought we must stop.

I have to go.

You'll kill me. I love you.

Don't say that. I love you. Don't say
that.

I love you.

Why do you stay here?

It's filthy.

Why don't you stay in my old room?

Because then I cannot lie here if I do
now.

And imagine that we are still children.

And you're asleep in your bed across the
yard.

And there is still a chance.

I wish I'd never said it.

I'd change my mind immediately.

I was going to count off the next day.

If I had known you were listening.

Oh, I just thought you did.

How could I?

Because Nellie saw me.

You will find another position, Nellie.

What?

You will find another position.

Another position? Immediately.

What is it you suspect me of?

Treason.

What treason?

The night that Heathcliff disappeared.

He was listening to us.

He heard.

And he knew.

You did not tell me that he was there.

You did not give me the opportunity to
rectify what would become the worst

mistake of my life.

Why?

Why, Nellie?

Do you know what I think?

I think you like to see me cry.

Not half as much as you like crying.

You will tell Edgar you have found a new
place and you will go.

Where will I go?

I don't care.

Catherine! Yes, darling? I think it is
best that you do not see Mr Heathcliff

anymore.

Darling, I... Don't.

You were quite right, of course, to
welcome him here while he found his

But I think it's best that we sever the
connection now, don't you?

It would be most distressing if anyone
mistook your natural good -heartedness

for something untoward.

Especially given your condition.

Of course.

You are right. I will wait.

Thank you, darling, for saving me from
my own foolishness.

Are you reading?

Some silly nonsense

What on earth was that?

Swallows get lost when the wind changes.

Let me see to it.

Don't. Please.

I don't want it to suffer.

If it'll make you feel better.

I know you were here.

Are you mad?

You broke the window.

You have to go.

Where were you?

You do not understand.

Catherine! Is everything all right?

Yes, my love.

Well, come back inside.

Oh, you cannot see us.

Are you sure?

Do not.

No, you mustn't. I mustn't?

Wasn't that your tone when I left,
Cathy?

Put the dunk on you.

And every bite will be a pleasure coming
from you.

Enough! Come on, back inside.

Sorry, darling.

It's freezing. You'll catch your death.

I like the cold. Yes, but our sun may
not.

Tell me, is it mine?

It is not.

How can you be sure?

I was sure before your return.

I'm sorry.

It is Edgar's child.

I think I would mind.

Did you think it would stop me?

Indeed, I only would have enjoyed it
more.

I'm amazed he had it in him.

I'm amazed he would not touch you. You
would be shocked.

Other things Edgar does do.

Would I?

It would make you blush.

Is that right?

It would

make him and Joseph and the man blush.

What he does to me.

And that is how you found yourself in
this swallowed condition.

It just didn't happen sooner.

He barely lets me sleep.

He cannot keep his hands off me.

How?

He loves me so much.

You liar.

He loves me.

And you love him?

More than anything.

More than anything. More than nothing.

I've never loved anyone else.

Yes.

Yes.

Yes.

that you would degrade me.

I did not know that I would degrade
myself.

That's only a little shame, Kath, that
will not last.

Let me go.

Let me go, Heathcliff. This cannot go
on.

Heathcliff, it is done.

I don't mean it.

It is done.

You went too late.

Do you know how this works?

Would you like me to show you?

Cathy is right.

I am rough.

And cruel.

I'm cold and unfeeling.

Do you want me to stop?

I do not love you.

I will never love you.

I will treat you abominably.

Do you want me to stop?

I will marry you with the sole purpose
of tormenting Catherine.

I will think of her every moment I am
with you.

Do you want me to stop?

Isabella?

Is everything all right?

Oh, something creature.

Stop crying.

Come on. I've married you, haven't I?

All I have to ask you is, are you a
marriageable age?

Yes. Are you free to marry?

Yes. She is a fool.

I can bear much, Catherine, but I will
not stand for you weeping over that

in front of me.

It is enough, all right? Enough.

Are you free to marry?

Yes. Congratulations, you may kiss the
bride, et cetera.

I cannot help it. You will, for God's
sake. You will help it.

Get out of my sight until you're
recovered.

This is indecent, Kathy.

Pull yourself together.

Dear Nellie, I know that Edgar will not
accept a letter from me, so I am come to

you.

I cannot begin to describe the trials of
this last fortnight.

I only wish to ask, since you know my
husband, what have I married?

Is Mr Heathcliff a man?

If so...

Are you mad?

If not, are you a devil?

I have no doubt that he has me under
some spell, which I am

incapable of breaking.

Oh, sorry, sir.

Do not worry, Joseph. You can stay.

You shall not bother us.

Is that not so, Isabel?

He is monstrous.

Diabolical.

Denial.

Help me, Nellie.

How goes your search for a position?

It does not.

Edgar has forbidden it.

Has he?

Once again, my despair seems to be your
good fortune, Nellie.

I hope it soothes you to blame me.

I told you they would not read it.

Well, the letter was not shocking
enough. Or Nellie would have shown them.

I thought it was quite harrowing. It
could not have been, or they would

Well, if you doubt my competence, why
don't you write a letter?

Oh, no.

You can't.

Write another To Kathy directly

And

then you will be nice to me

Then I will be very

nice to you

It has been too long.

I must see Catherine.

And how will she respect you if you
relent now?

Think what permissions you will grant if
you comfort her.

It would be nothing short of an
endorsement.

You must not see her.

Hold fast. Show her you will not bend.

It is more important than ever now
Heathcliff has returned.

Heathcliff has returned.

Isabella has written.

They are at the house.

She wishes most fervently to see you.

She can wish all she wants, but it is in
vain. Tell her she can go hang for all

I care, and tell my wife to pull herself
together.

I will have order in this house again.

How many more weeks of this must we all
endure?

It is not good for you, it is not good
for the baby.

The baby is gone.

When?

Have you bled?

No.

If you have not bled, then the baby is
fine.

If you say so.

Stop it now, Cathy, or you will be in
danger of losing Edgar's affection

forever.

Heathcliff is gone. You must accept it.
Mrs Heathcliff's fortune is in London.

Do not call her that.

It is her name.

It is mine.

Oh, shut up. It's Catherine.

Nella, what do you want?

What is this?

It's nothing. She has been insolent.

This is monstrous. Isabella, come at
once.

Isabella, stay.

Heathcliff, let the poor thing go.

Can't you see she must hate you? Aye,
she said so 100 times a day.

And yet, Isabella, if I leave you alone
for half a day, won't you come

sighing and reeling back to me?

Oh, she's a funny creature now. No
brutality disgusts her.

No, I must suppose she has.

And a near admiration of it.

So, tell Catherine I have finally found
my match in degradation.

Look.

I will tell her no such thing.

I want no part of whatever.

For God's sake, Heathcliff.

Isabella, let me take you home.

Would you like to come home?

Nellie, I am home.

Write to Cathy again.

She cannot ignore me forever.

Have any letters come for me, Millie?

None at all.

Cathy, let us call the truce now.

For this silence will kill us both.

I will wait for you every day and every
night.

Why do you not respond?

Happy? Why did you do it?

Stop it.

Stop it.

It is enough now.

Enough. Get out of bed.

I fear I cannot.

You can.

You can, you selfish, wicked creature.

You can.

I will not stand for this grotesque
performance a moment longer.

You are revolting.

You are both revolting.

Get out of bed.

Get out of bed. Get out of bed!

has played traitor again.

Nellie is my enemy.

Theatrics, Nellie. These are the signs
of septicemia.

She said the baby died some time ago.

I thought it was a pretense.

A pretense?

Then you are a torturer.

For God's sake.

Sir.

I cannot imagine what hatred has been in
your heart for you to allow this, but I

will not have you near her. Get out.
Now. Go.

Go.

Where's the doctor?

No, no.

No, don't go.

I think I must.

you have claimed to be dying.

At least.

I've never believed you.

You don't think I'll kill you?

He's clipped it off

Thank you.

Get the doctor for God's sake! Somebody
get the doctor!

You are right.

You are fine.

My love.

My love, I'm dying of pain.

I do not go.

I do not go.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry for me, Kathy, if I
do it again and again.

Then we don't.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Stay with me.

for Rutherford.