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

Look.

He's got a baby.

What is it? Please.

Jacob!

Jacob! Jacob!

Jacob! Jacob!

Jacob! Jacob!

Am I living in another world?

Another world I created?

For 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.

Do you know why he was hanged?

Not that my foremen are disgusting.

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

Poor Dolly.

I'm going to die.

If you are, then be quick about it.

I have things to do. What a frightful
racket.

Papa.

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 fear I'd let you

run wild.

I 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 Mama like that.

I shall not talk about her.

I'm Cathy.

Nobody likes a flowerpuss, as well as
the 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?

Tied in somewhere.

But what's it doing here?

Mr. Earnshaw had one of his fits of
charity.

Oh, Lord.

Then 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 to feed
and clothe him, sir.

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

long as I intend it!

Why must I be surrounded by women?

Spend my days being endlessly badgered
and... 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 then I shall pinch you.

Nice to have a friend.

A real friend, I mean.

Not a paid one.

Companions aren't paid.

Companions are ladies, Scylla.

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.

The pony.

The pony.

The pony.

The pony ate.

The pony ate.

The pony ate the grass.

There's a picture he did.

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... Look in your

eyes! I'm not doing it anymore!

I don't want to read!

Sorry.

Sorry, Heathcliff.

Do you want to try again?

I'll be more patient, I promise.

No! Well, then you shall never read and
never advance 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 if we're
late.

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 enough blue to get us back.

Well, it is. We'll see.

For blue is blue no matter how small.

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 Cathy'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.

Are 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 and despair.

I am the kindest man alive.

And you dare to tremble at me?

I'll give you something to tremble
about!

What are you doing?

Heathcliff, why did you lie?

It was my fault we were late, not yours.

I've gone and seen my wife.

But this hurts me. Do you understand,
Heathcliff?

This hurts me.

I will take this and more every day if
it

spares you.

I'm sorry.

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
neighbors.

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.

It would be nice to be rich.

What should you do, Heathcliff?

What? If you were rich.

I suppose I'd 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... What
else 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.

Earnshild have been here since 1500.

It is written above our doors.

Why did 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
on them.

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.

Very.

It's a loose pedal. Come here, you hack
woman.

Arsehole. Careful, sir. You want that
horse, sir? Come on.

That's it.

Steady. Get off me. I don't want to ride
a 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 cuff around the ear is
all.

Son of a 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?

That only restraints 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.

Do not throw yourself at Mr. Linton,
Cass.

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 pig
scab.

Every moment that passes, we try 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
sees.

So Romeo, he's banished from Verona, and
Juliet gets word of this, and she's

absolutely devastated.

So she has to... This plan with Friar
Lawrence, you see, and she's going to

this sleeping drink and 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.

But you see, 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 sorrow.

Gracie, Isabella, I feel quite
transported.

Oh, how I cried.

I thought my head might fall off. That
would not do.

No, indeed not.

Then I should have nowhere to put my
ribbon.

reasonable explanation.

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

I assure you.

May I sit with you?

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. It's nothing. No, no, no, no, no.

You can't go up there, you silly boy.

You're a servant, Heathcliff.

This is her chance.

They're likely her only one, but she's
already well past spinsterhood. You

have you plundering up there.

It would ruin her prospects.

No,

they'll be conscious.

The most impressive fellow, you know,
the gentleman through and through. I

he's not quite out of the top 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.

Still, I suppose they're more like
brother and sister.

When will Cathy be back?

Soon enough.

She kept that ankle clamped to a velvet
pillow for as long as is remotely

credible.

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.

It 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.

Crossy 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. Lo, here we are. So
you are.

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

Heathcliff. Listen!

I tell you what 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 crave your company.

after 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 Joseph.

Huh?

No. Fucking hell.

Put it harder, Jordan. I'll break it,
please. Put it harder.

Oh,

look.

No.

Are you feeling quite right? What?

Oh, yes, I am.

I'm going for a walk.

And that was that.

Thank you.

No. 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 to me. Kath. Stop. Do not
talk to me. You're going to make

ill. Don't ever look at me again. Stop
or you will kill me.

Do not.

Do not.

Now go with 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.

Not now, Nellie. Not now, Nellie.
Whatever it is, I must... Mr Linton is

parlour.

Mr Linton.

Mr Linton.

I'm not fit to receive you.

Miss Linton, 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.

We saw him then.

It is too shaming.

No.

It is all too shaming.

No, no.

I'm sorry, Miss Linton.

I'm very sorry.

Miss Anshul, please sit.

There is something I must say.

Please.

Please.

were in heaven nearly, 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 this all leaves, I'm
convinced I am wrong.

I love him.

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

Whatever our souls are made of, his and
mine are the same.

Do not sigh at me.

I know you think I'm a selfish wretch.

If I marry Mr. Linton...

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

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?

Passion?

Some kindness?

You have no, Nellie, you.

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff.

begging.

So you shall never know.

the Grange to call us off.

I could not sleep last night.

I should never have accepted Linton.

Can you stop?

Stop! What?

Joseph, tell him.

I'm sorry, Mr. Earnshaw.

He made off with the horse last night.

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.

He would never leave me, Nellie.

Never.

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.

Tighter.

present now.

It's quite lovely.

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

forever.

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.

This must have taken a very long time.
No matter for I have nothing 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.

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 didn't 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.

I shouldn't feel like a prisoner My face
turned to blue

Can't breathe without you here The taste
of love are cruel

I shouldn't feel like a prisoner
Everything all right, my love?

Katherine?

Ellie, 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 is being hanged.

What?

Do you think they will do it in her
skirts?

Oh, for God's sake.

It would be quite indecent. For 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, it's good to see you.

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.

She'll be a 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'm not embarrassed, though.

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

we think into ruin.

Red gives him his money, Papa. I know he
does.

Have you come here to scold me?

No, I came to wish you a happy Christmas
and to see how you are.

And how do you find me?

Quite well.

Not dead, you mean.

You do look well, however.

It 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.

For 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.

You've 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!

Get out! 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

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.

It 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. Yes.

Well, I commemorated it in the
decoupage. Oh.

God.

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

I have never been happier.

So you were excited to become a father
then?

I am giddy. I feel like a kid 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 it.

Look at you.

Oh, you are handsome.

You're brute.

And rich.

Does that amuse you?

Come. We must not get the mopes.

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 he's dead.

Where have you been?

What have you been doing these past
years?

Was it very exciting?

At times.

At all?

At time?

After near five years, it was exciting.

At time.

I see 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 secret, Seathcliff, and we
will have to assume that your fortune

most ill -gotten.

Where is he staying?

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 at 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.

ever saw.

Who?

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 dog in the manger, Kathy.

Do you think I speak from jealousy?

I am only meant to save you from
humiliation. By all means, pursue him.

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

As will I.

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.

It is 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?

Look, Heathcliff.

Someone who admires you even more than I
do.

The whole thing is breaking her heart
over you.

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

Don't run away.

You see, Miss 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.

No!

Do not run.

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

I will 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 kindness 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.

The peace with you is worse than war.

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

of it.

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

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

nothing to me.

But I thought you really meant that I'd
cut my own throat.

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.

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.

Thank you.

You're wet.

I am not.

You're cold.

I am not.

If you catch a death, it will be your
fault.

What do we mean to keep you dry, you
wretched shrew?

I hate you.

You should not have kicked him.

That was bad.

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

The rain will not last, Kath.

Let it come 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?

Why did I hurt you that day?

The day you accepted Edgar?

You said it would degrade 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?

What, 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.

Kiss me again.

And that is don't be done.

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

dreams And everyone

breaks up But if there's a

light, don't let it go out

Take it in stride

I don't feel blame at all.

Well, at least now your feet are warm,
Kat.

Do not just... Do not...

Tomorrow?

I thought we must stop.

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 as 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 changed my mind immediately.

I was going to call it off the next day.

If I had known you were listening.

How? 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.

But 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.

But, 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, as always.

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

What are you reading?

Some silly nonsense.

The 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 don't 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 tool in my mouth,
Cathy?

I'll move 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 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. He
would be shocked.

At the things Edgar dared to do. Would
I?

It would make you blush.

Is that right?

It would make him and

Joseph and Zola blush.

What he does to me.

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

This didn't happen sooner.

He barely let me sleep.

He cannot keep his hands off me.

How?

He loves me so much.

You liar.

He loves me. He loves me.

And you love him?

More than anything.

More than anyone and nothing.

I've never loved anyone else.

I'll take his fucking blood.

I did not know that I would degrade
myself.

I told you it's a shame, Kath, that will
not last.

Let me go.

Let me go, Heathcliff. Listen to me.
This cannot go on.

Heathcliff, it is done.

I don't mean it.

It is done.

You went too late.

Oh.

Do you know how this works?

Would you like me to show you?

Kathy is right.

I am rough and cruel and cold

and unfailing.

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, zombie creature.

Stop crying.

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

All I have to ask you is, are you of
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'm so sorry.

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...

He might.

If not, he 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.

Dejected.

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...

Return!

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

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.

Isabella has written.

They are at the Heights.

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

and... Do not call her that.

It is her name.

It is mine.

Oh, shut up, Catherine.

Ah, Nella, what do you want?

What is this?

It's nothing. She has been innocent.

This is monstrous. Isabella, come at
one.

Isabella, stay.

Heathcliff, let the poor thing go.

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

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

sighing and kneeling back to me?

She's a funny creature now. No brutality
disgusts her. No one must suppose she

has an innate 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 this is.

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 you had to come for me, Millie?

None at all.

Cathy, let us call the truce now.

For this silence will kill us both.

I'll wait for you every day and every
night.

Why do you not respond?

Help me.

Why did you do 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!

straight traitor again.

Nellie is my enemy.

What the devil is it?

She had tricked Nellie. These are the
signs of septicemia.

She said the baby died some time ago.

I thought it was a pretense.

A pretense?

That you are a torturer?

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.

Please, Nellie.

I think I might.

Nanny.

And you have claimed to be dying.

At least.

I've never believed you.

And I won't today.

You are fine.

You will be fine.

He will save us.

He's clipped you down.

Thank you.

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

You're all right.

You are fine.

My love.

My love, my darling pain.

Don't go.

Don't go.

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry for me, Kathy.

For I'll do it again.

And again.

Dad.

What can I do?

Nothing.

Stay with me.