All language subtitles for Wuthering.Heights.1939.1080p.WEBRip.x264.AAC-[YTS.MX].da

Call off your accursed dogs!

Off!

Off!

Lamm!

Quiet!

Lamm!

Are you Mr. Heathcliff?

Yes.

Well, I'm Mr. Lockwood,

your new tenant at the grange.

I'm lost. I...

Can I get a guide
from amongst your lads?

No, you cannot.

I've only got one,
and he's needed here.

Well, then, I'll have
to stay till morning.

Do as you please.

Quiet!

Lamm!

Thank you for your hospitality.

Could you extend it
to a cup of tea?

Shall I?

You've heard him ask for it.

Thank you.

I presume the amiable lady

is Mrs. Heathcliff.

Yes.

Yes.

Would it be taxing
your remarkable hospitality

if I sat down?

I hope my hospitality
will be a lesson to you

to make no more rash
journeys on these moors.

As for staying here the night,

I don't keep accommodations
for visitors.

You can share a bed with
one of the servants.

Thanks, I'll sleep
in a chair, sir.

No, no. A stranger
is a stranger.

Guests are so rare
in this house,

that I hardly know
how to receive them.

I and my dog.

Joseph, open up one
of the upstairs rooms.

Here's a room for thee, sir.

Bridal chamber.

Nobody slept here for years.

It's a trifle depressing.

Can you light a fire?

No fire Will Burn
in yonder grate.

Chimney's all blocked up.

Uh...Very well.

Thanks.

Good night.

I said good night.

Woman's voice, faintly:
Heathcliff.

Let me in.

Let me in.

I'm so cold. It's Catherine.

Help! Help, Mr. Heathcliff!

Mr. Heathcliff,
there's someone here!

Oh, Mr. Heathcliff.

Mr. Heathcliff, there's
someone out in the storm.

It's a woman.
I heard her calling.

She said her name.

C-Catherine. That was it.

Cathy...?

Oh, I must have been dreaming.

Forgive me.

Get out of this room.

Get out!

Get out, I tell you!

Cathy!

Cathy!

Come in!

Cathy, come back to me!

Oh, Cathy, do come once more.

Oh, my heart's darling.

Cathy, my own.

My...

Cathy!

Where's he going in the storm?

She calls him.

And he follows her
out onto the moor.

Well, he's mad.

He's like a madman.

He seized me and flung me out.

You see, I had a dream.

I thought I heard
a voice calling.

I reached out to close
the shutter,

and something touched me,

something cold and clean,
like an icy hand.

And then I saw her, a woman.

Then my senses must
have become disordered

because the falling snow
shaped itself

into what looked like a phantom.

But it was nothing.

It was Cathy.

Who is Cathy?

A girl...

Who died.

Oh, no. I don't
believe in ghosts.

I don't believe in phantoms

sobbing through the night.

Poor Cathy.

I don't believe that
life comes back

once it's died and
calls again to living.

No, I don't.

Maybe if I told you a story,

you'd change your mind
about the dead coming back.

Maybe you'd know, as I do,

there is a force that
brings them back

if their hearts were
wild enough in life.

Tell me the story.

It began 40 years ago...

When I was young,

in the service of Mr. Earnshaw,

Cathy's father.

Wuthering Heights was
a lovely place in those days,

full of summertime
and happy voices.

One day, Mr. Earnshaw was
returning from a visit

to Liverpool...

You'll not catch me!

Oh, yes, I will!

Go upstairs and get dressed.
I don't want your father

to see you in that dress.

You, too, Hindley.

Hurry up now.

I don't want to get
washed or dressed!

Run along now.

I'll tell your father
not to bring you that dress.

What's he bringing?

Oh, go on up.

Joseph says his horse is just
coming up over the hill.

Evening, Mr. Earnshaw.

Hello, Joseph.

Hello, neighbor Earnshaw.

How are you, Dr. Kenneth?

Back from Liverpool so soon?

What in the world
have you got there?

A gift of god.

Although it's as dark

as if it came from the devil.

Easy, lad, we're home.

He's a dour looking individual.

Aye, and with reason.

I found him starving in
the streets of Liverpool,

kicked and bruised
and almost dead.

So you kidnapped him.

Oh, not until I spent 2 pounds

trying to find who
its owner was.

Nobody would lay claim to him.

Rather than leave him,
I brought him home.

Say, here!

Come on. Come down.

Now go on. Off with you.

Cathy, Hindley!

Welcome home! The children
are just coming down.

Ha ha ha.

Don't look so shocked, Ellen.

He's going to live
with us for a while,

give him a good scrubbing,

put some Christian
clothes on him.

Food is what he needs most
from the looks of him.

He's as thin as a sparrow.

Come into the kitchen, child.

Cathy! Hindley!

Papa, what did you bring me?

Ha ha!

Hello, father!

There you are.

Cathy, it's what
you've always wanted--

a riding crop.

Be careful how you use it.

I'm so glad you got back soon.

Ow! Father, make her stop!

No, children, no.

This is Hindley's violin.

One of the best in Liverpool.

Fine tone.

And the bow to go with it.

Here you are, Paganini.

Who's that?

He's hungry as a wolf.

Oh, children, this is
the little gentleman

I met in Liverpool.

At my invitation,
he's paying us a visit.

He--he's dirty.

Oh, no. Don't make me
ashamed of you, Cathy.

When he's scrubbed,

show him Hindley's room.
He'll sleep there.

In my room?!

He can't. I won't let him.

Children, you may as
well learn here and now

you must share what
you have with others

not as fortunate as yourselves.

Take charge of the lad, Ellen.

Come along, child.

What's your name?

We'll call him Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, I'll
race you to the barn.

The loser must be
the other's slave.

Come on! Go! Go! Go!

Come on, come on!

Faster! Faster! Faster!

Faster! Faster! Faster!

So, I won!

I won.

You're my slave.

You must do as I say.

Water my horse and groom it.

Oh, that's not fair.

What do you want?

This horse.

He's mine.

Mine's lame. I'm riding yours.

You're not!

Give him to me
or I'll tell my father

you boasted you'd turn
me out when he died.

That's a lie. I never said that.

Of course he didn't.

You never had a father,
you gypsy beggar!

You can't have mine!

Hindley!

Cathy, stop that!

Heathcliff, look out!

Don't come near me!

Let him go!

You killed him!

Hindley!

I'm going to tell father.

He'll punish you for this.

You can't go near father
until he gets well.

You heard what Dr. Kenneth said.

Are you hurt badly?

Talk to me.

Why don't you cry?

Heathcliff, don't
look like that.

How can I pay him back?

I don't care how long I wait,

if I can only pay him back.

Come, Heathcliff.

Let's pick harebells
on Pennystone Crag.

No.

You can ride Jane.

No.

Please, milord.

Oh, Heathcliff...

Ho, Jane.

You're so handsome
when you smile.

Cathy, don't make fun of me.

Don't you know that
you're handsome?

You know what I've
always told Ellen?

That you're a prince
in disguise.

You did?

I said your father
was emperor of China,

your mother an Indian queen.

It's true, Heathcliff.

You were kidnapped
by wicked sailors

and brought to England.

But I'm glad they did it,

because I've always
wanted to know somebody

of noble birth.

All the princes I
read about had castles.

Of course. They captured them.

You must capture one, too.

There's a beautiful castle

that lies waiting
for your Lance.

You mean Pennystone Crag?

Yes.

Aw, that's just a rock.

If you can't see
that that's a castle,

you'll never be a
prince, Heathcliff.

Here, take your Lance
and charge.

See that black knight
waiting at the drawbridge?

Challenge him!

Charge! Charge!

Charge! Charge!

I challenge you to mortal
combat, black knight!

Ooh, Heathcliff, you killed him!

You killed him!

You killed the black knight!

He deserved it for
all his wicked deeds.

Ooh, it's a wonderful castle.

Heathcliff, let's
never leave it.

Never in our lives.

Let all the world confess

that there is not
in all the world

a more beautiful damsel

than the Princess Catherine
of Yorkshire.

But I--I'm still your slave.

No, Cathy.

I now make you my queen.

Whatever happens out there,

here you will always
be my queen.

How is he, doctor?

He is at peace.

Send for the vicar, Joseph.

We'll be all right,
little Cathy.

You may come up and
pray beside him now.

You're not wanted up there.

My father's past your wheedling.

Go help the stable boys

harness the horse for the vicar.

Do as you're told.
I'm master here now.

And as
the children grew up,

Hindley was indeed master
of Wuthering Heights.

It was no longer the happy home

of their childhood.

Joseph, bring me another bottle.

That's the third,
master Hindley.

The 3rd or the 23rd,
bring me another.

Wine is a marker.

Strong drink is raging,
master Hindley.

Stop spouting scripture
and do as you're told,

you croaking old parrot.

Yes, master Hindley.

Sit down, Cathy,

until you're excused
from the table.

Joseph, fill miss Cathy's glass.

Oh, my little sister
disapproves of drinking.

Well, I know some people
who don't.

Heathcliff, saddle my horse.

Be quick about it,
you gypsy beggar.

I thought I told you
to be quick.

And look at this stable.

It's filthy as a pigsty.

Is this the way
you do your work?

Clean it up.

I want this floor cleaned
and scrubbed tonight.

Don't stand there
showing your teeth,

give me a hand up.

I want your work done
when I come back at dawn.

Oh, you're hoping
I won't come back.

You're hoping I fall and
break my neck, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Now come on.

Hey, Heathcliff.

Where are you going?

Wait! Come back!

Did Joseph see
which way you came?

What does it matter?

Nothing's real down there.

Our life is here.

Yes, milord.

The clouds are rolling
over gammeton head.

See how the light is changing?

It would be dreadful
if Hindley ever found out.

Found out what?

That you talk to me
once in a while?

Shouldn't talk to you at all.

Look at you.

You look worse every day--

dirty and unkempt and in rags.

Why aren't you a man?

Heathcliff, why
don't you run away?

Run away? From you?

You could come back rich
and take me away.

Why aren't you my prince

like we said long ago?

Why can't you rescue me,
Heathcliff?

Cathy, come with me now.

Where? Anywhere.

And live in haystacks?

And steal our food
from the marketplaces?

No, Heathcliff,
that's not what I want.

You just want to send me off.

That won't do.

I've stayed here and
been beaten like a dog--

abused and cursed
and driven mad,

but I stayed just
to be near you.

Even as a dog.

And I'll stay till the end.

I'll live and die
under this rock.

Do you hear?

Music.

The Lintons giving a party.

That's what I want--

dancing and singing
in a pretty world.

And I'm going to have it.

Come on. Let's go and see.

Come on.

Isn't it wonderful?

Isn't she beautiful?

That's the kind
of dress I'll wear.

And you'll have
a red velvet coat

with silver buckles
in your shoes.

Oh, Heathcliff.

Will we? Will we ever?

Oop!

Quickly!

Aah!

Ooh, Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Hold him back!

Call off your dogs!

Stay where you are, ladies.

There's nothing to be
alarmed about.

Who is it, father?

I don't know.

Let me--

please be careful. Heathcliff!

Hold that man.

Hold on to him!

Who is it, Edgar?

Catherine Earnshaw, father.

Who's this with her?

The Earnshaw stable boy.

Phoebe, tell miss Huggins

to bring hot water and bandages.

Yes. How badly is she hurt?

Can't tell yet.

Send Robert to get
Dr. Kenneth. Hurry.

Oh!

Cathy.

Catherine.

You'll pay for this!

Hold your tongue,
you insolent rascal.

Get out of this house.

Not without Cathy.

Father, please, she's in pain.

Go on, Heathcliff. Run away.

Bring me back the world.

Pack this fellow off.

I'm going.

I'm going from here and
from this cursed country.

Throw him out!

But I'll be back in this
house one day, judge Linton,

and I'll pay you out.

I'll bring this house down
in ruins about your heads.

That's my curse on you.

On all of you.

And so Cathy
found herself

in this new world she had
so often longed to enter.

And after some happy weeks,

Mr. Edgar brought her back
to Wuthering Heights.

Miss Cathy!

Ellen! Ellen!

Welcome home, miss Cathy.

How do you do, Mr. Linton?

Don't. Stay. I'll get
Joseph to carry you.

Carry her?

She runs like a little goat.

Ellen, I've been dancing
night after night.

Oh, how beautiful
you look, miss Cathy.

Wherever did you get
that beautiful dress?

Mr. Linton's sister
lent it to me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Oh!

Edgar, do come in
and have a cup of tea,

won't you? All right.

As soon as the horses
have been seen to.

Oh, I'll find someone.

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff? Is he here?

Oh, yes. He came back
one night last week

with great talk of lying
in a lake of fire without you,

how he had to see you to live.

He's unbearable.

Where could he be?
The scoundrel.

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Cathy.

Heathcliff.

Why did you stay so long
in that house?

I didn't expect
to find you here.

Why did you stay so long?

Why?

Because I was having
a wonderful time--

a delightful, fascinating,
wonderful time...

Among human beings.

Go and wash your face
and hands, Heathcliff,

and comb your hair so that
I needn't be ashamed of you

in front of a guest.

Heathcliff,

what are you doing
in this part of the house?

Go look after
Mr. Linton's horses.

Let him look after his own.

Heathcliff--

I've already done so.

Apologize to Mr. Linton at once.

Bring in some tea,
will you, please, Ellen?

Cathy.

Yes, Edgar?

I simply cannot understand
how your brother

can allow that beast of a gypsy

to have the run of the house.

Don't talk about him.

But, Cathy, how can you,
a gentlewoman,

tolerate him under your roof?

A roadside beggar giving
himself airs of equality.

How can you?

What do you know
about Heathcliff?

All I need or want to know.

He was my friend
long before you.

That blackguard?

He belongs under this roof.
Speak well of him or get out.

Are you out of your senses?

Get out, I said, or stop
calling those I love names.

Those you love?

Yes, yes!

Cathy, what possesses you?

Do you realize
the things you're saying?

I'm saying that I hate you.

I hate the look
of your milk-white face.

I hate the touch of
your soft foolish hands.

Some of that gypsy's evil soul

has got into you, I think.

Yes! It's true.

Some of that beggar's
dirt is on you.

Yes! Yes! Now get out!

Miss Cathy.

My dear.

Oh, leave me alone!

Forgive me, Heathcliff.

Forgive me.

Heathcliff,

make the world stop right here.

Make everything
stop and stand still

and never move again.

Make the moors never change

and you and I never change.

The moors and I
will never change.

Don't you, Cathy.

I can't.

I can't.

No matter what I ever
do or say, Heathcliff,

this is me, now,

standing on this hill with you.

This is me forever.

Come.

Heathcliff,

when you went away,

what did you do?

Where did you go?

I went to Liverpool.

One night, I shipped for America

on a brigantine
going to New Orleans.

We were held up by the tide,

and I lay all night long
on the deck

thinking of you

and the years and years
ahead without you.

I jumped overboard
and swam ashore.

I think I would've died
if you hadn't.

Cathy...

You're not thinking
of that other world now.

Smell the Heather.

Heathcliff,

fill my arms with Heather--

all they can hold.

Come on.

Cathy...

You're still my queen.

But as time went by,

Cathy again was torn
between her wild,

uncontrollable passion
for Heathcliff

and the new life she had
found at the grange

that she could not forget.

Oh, Ellen, Ellen,
I got the soap in my eyes.

Where's the towel?

Oh, it's hot!

No, no, it isn't.

It's hot!

Don't do that.

Ellen, haven't you finished yet?

Supposing you're not ready
when he gets here?

Will you keep still?

Any young man
that'll come sniveling back

after the way you've treated him

you can keep waiting forever.

What's wrong with him?
Sending you perfume.

Hasn't he any pride?

I sent my apologies, didn't I?

I can't believe this change
in you, miss Cathy.

Just yesterday, it seems you
were a harum-scarum child

with dirty hands
and a willful heart.

Look at you.

Oh, you're lovely, miss Cathy--

lovely.

That's a very silly lie.

I'm not lovely.

What I am is very brilliant.

I have a wonderful brain.

Indeed?

It enables me to be
superior to myself.

There's nothing to be gained

by just looking pretty
like Isabella.

Every beauty mark
must conceal a thought

and every curl be full of humor

as well as brilliantine.

Heavens above.
Such prattle. Why--

since when are you in the habit

of entering my room, Heathcliff?

I want to talk to you.

Go outside, Ellen.

I will not.

I take orders
from mistress Catherine,

not stable boys.

Go outside.

What?

All right, Ellen.

And now that we're so
happily alone, Heathcliff,

may I know to what I owe
this great honor?

He's coming here again?

You're really unbearable,
Heathcliff--

utterly unbearable.

You didn't think so
this morning on the moors.

Well, my moods change indoors.

Is he coming here?

No, of course not.
Now please go away.

You're lying.

Why are you dressed up
in a silk dress?

Because gentlefolk
dress for dinner.

Not you.

Why are you trying to win
his puny flatteries?

I'm not a child anymore.

You can't talk like that to me.

I'm not talking to a child.
I'm talking to Cathy--

my Cathy.

Oh, I'm your Cathy?

Yes.

And I'm to take orders from you

and allow to select what
dresses I shall wear?

You're not going
to sit all evening

simpering in front of him again

listening to his silly talk.

Oh, I'm not? No.

Well, Heathcliff, I am.

It's much more entertaining
than listening to a stable boy.

Cathy, don't you talk like that.

I will. Go away.
This is my room.

It's a lady's room,
not a room for servants

with dirty hands to come into

with their insults
and complaints.

Now let me alone.

Yes.

Yes.

Tell the dirty stable
boy to let go of you.

He soils your pretty dress.

But who soils your heart?

Not Heathcliff.

Who turns you into a vain,
cheap, worldly fool?

Linton does.

You'll never love him,

but you let yourself be loved,

because it pleases
your stupid, greedy vanity--

loved by that milksop
with buckles on his shoes.

Stop it and get out.

You had your chance
to be something else,

but thief or servant
were all you were born to be

or beggar beside a road--

begging for favors--
not earning them,

but whimpering for them
with your dirty hands.

That's all I've become to you--

a pair of dirty hands?

Well, have them, then!

Have them where they belong!

It doesn't help to strike you.

Good evening, Ellen.

Good evening, Mr. Linton.

I hope I'm not too early.

Miss Cathy will be
down in a minute.

Thank you.

Go into the parlor, Mr. Linton.

I'll tell miss Cathy
you're here.

Half past 8:00, unholy hour.

Doesn't he know, young fool,

when it's time to go home?

Well,
that's Mr. Edgar now.

Go and fetch his horse.

Take these apples
into the larder.

Eh, lord...

Spare the righteous
and smite the ungodly.

Good night, Joseph.

Good night, sir.

Take care.

Has he gone?

Heathcliff...

Your hands-- what have you done?

Linton, has he gone?

What have you done
to your hands?

Oh, Heathcliff,

what have you been doing?

I want to crawl to her feet,

whimper to be forgiven...

For loving her,

for needing her
more than my own life,

for belonging to her
more than my own soul.

Ellen!

Don't let her see me, Ellen.

No.

Ellen!

I wondered whether
you were still up.

Has he gone?

Ellen, I've got
some news for you.

The kitchen is no place
for all this.

Come into the parlor.

In a minute. Come here.

Oh, miss Cathy.

Sit down.

Ellen...

Can you keep a secret?

Ellen...

Edgar's asked me to marry him.

What did you tell him?

I told him I'd give him
my answer tomorrow.

Well, do you love him,
miss Cathy?

Yes. Of course.

Why?

Why? That's a silly
question, isn't it?

No, not so silly.

Why do you love him?

Because he's handsome
and pleasant to be with.

That's not enough.

Because he'll be rich someday,

and I'll be the finest
lady in the county.

Oh.

Now tell me how you love him.

I love the ground
under his feet,

the air above his head,
and everything he touches.

What about Heathcliff?

Oh, Heathcliff.

He gets worse every day.

It would degrade me
to marry him.

I wish he hadn't come back.

Oh, it would be heaven to escape

from this disorderly,
comfortless place.

Well, if master Edgar
and his charms and money

and parties
mean heaven to you...

What's to keep you
from taking your place

among the Linton angels?

I don't think I belong
in heaven, Ellen.

I dreamt once I was there.

I dreamt I went to heaven,

and that heaven
didn't seem to be my home.

And I broke my heart
with weeping

to come back to earth.

The angels were so angry

they flung me out into
the middle of the Heath

on top of Wuthering Heights,

and I woke up sobbing with joy.

That's it, Ellen.

I have no more business
marrying Edgar Linton

than I have of being in heaven,

but, Ellen, Ellen,
what can I do?

You're thinking of Heathcliff.

Who else?

He's sunk so low.

He seems to take pleasure
in being mean and brutal.

And yet...

He's more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls are made of,

his and mine are the same.

And Linton's is as different
as frost from fire.

My one thought in living
is Heathcliff.

Ellen...

I am Heathcliff.

Everything he suffered,
I suffered.

The little happiness
he's ever known,

I've had, too.

Oh, Ellen, if everything
in the world died

and Heathcliff remained,

life would still be full for me.

Hey! Heathcliff!

Where's he going?

Heathcliff! Heathcliff!

Come back! Come back!

He must've been listening.

Heathcliff? Listening to us?

Yes.

Where?

How much did he hear?

I'm not sure, but...

I think to where...

To where you said
it would degrade you

to marry him.

Heathcliff!

Miss Cathy!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

'Tis no use calling
on Heathcliff, miss Cathy.

He's run away
on mister's best horse.

Get out of this storm,
miss Cathy.

You'll catch your death of cold.

Oh, Ellen, he won't come back.

Oh, yes, he will.
Last time, he did.

This time, he won't. I know him.

I know him.

Which way did he go, Joseph?

Yonder, right over the moor.

Oh, come in, miss Cathy.
You must come in.

Oh, he should've known
I love him.

I love him!

Heathcliff!

Come back!

Miss Cathy.

Miss Cathy!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Ohh!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff.

Master Hindley, thank heaven
you've come home.

Where's Joseph?
I told him to stay awake

until I came home.

Master Hindley--

does he expect me
to unsaddle my horse?

Master Hindley,
you have to go out again.

Miss Cathy-- miss Cathy's gone.

They're looking for her--
Joseph, everybody.

Gone? Gone where?

Out in the storm hours ago.

Heathcliff ran away.

He took a horse and left,

and she went running after him.

Oh, she did?

Yes.

Well, don't stand there
with your mouth open

like a great fish.

Fetch me a bottle,
and we'll celebrate.

Master Hindley,
she'll die on the moors.

You've got to go out
and help them to find her.

Do as I tell you.

If she's run off
with that gypsy scum,

let her run.

Let her run through
storm and hell.

They're birds of a feather,

and the devil
can take them both.

Now get me a bottle.

Take her into the library.

Get a fire ready
in the east room.

And some Brandy.

Come on.

Lift this around.

Around to the right.

The Brandy, miss Isabella.

Get some dry towels.

Quickly.

Where was she?

Near one of the rocks
on Pennystone Crag,

the life almost out of her.

Heathcliff.

20 drops in a glass
of claret well-warmed

and then add a lump of sugar.

There's nothing else
I can think of to tell you,

except keep her in the sun

and give her plenty
of cream and butter.

In another month, Cathy,
you'll be feeling like new.

Good-bye, dear.

Good-bye, doctor.

Good-bye.

She'll be going home
soon, doctor.

What's needed now
is peace and orderliness

in her life.

That's not to be found
at Wuthering Heights.

Has she mentioned him at all?

She hasn't spoken his name
since the delirium passed.

Well, sometimes fever can heal

as well as destroy.

I made some inquiries
in the village

of the people who knew him.

What did you hear?

No sign or hint of
our precious Heathcliff.

He's disappeared into thin air.

Oh, no.

"Days in young pursuits."

Hello, Edgar.

Well, Isabella,
how's our invalid?

Much better, I think.

Let me have a look at her.

Where have you been all day?
I've missed you.

Oh, this time of year,
every one of our tenants

has something to complain about.

For the last hour,
I've been arguing

with old swithern--

whether or not we'd
build him a new pigsty.

Yes?

He decided we should.

I saw Hindley in
the village this afternoon.

Oh.

He wanted to know when
you'd be coming home.

I'm afraid I wasn't
very truthful.

I told him Dr. Kenneth

said it would be
months and months.

Oh, give me that.
It's time for her medicine.

Now, what did Dr. Kenneth say?

20 lumps of sugar in a glass--

no. That's not right.

Oh, well, I'll go and ask Ellen.

Yes. Go and ask Ellen.

She's such a darling.

But, then, you've all
been so nice to me.

That's all I think about--

how nice you are to me.

But, still, I can't
stay here forever.

Why not, Cathy?

If I can make you happy...

You have made me happy, Edgar.

You've given me so muh
of your own self--

your strength.

Darling...

Let me take care of you forever.

Let me guard you
and love you always.

Would you love me always?

Yes.

It's so easy to love you.

Because I'm no longer
wild and black-hearted

and full of gypsy ways?

No, I...

Of course,
you were right, Edgar.

What you said long ago was true.

There was a strange curse on me-

something that kept me
from being myself.

Or at least from being
what I wanted to be--

living in heaven.

How sweet you are.

I've never kissed you.

No one will ever kiss me
again but you--

no one.

I'll be your wife

and be proud of being your wife.

Darling.

And I'll be good to you
and love you truly--

always.

White Heather for
good luck, miss Catherine.

Come along, Cathy.

What is it?

A cold wind went across
my heart just then--

a feeling of doom.

You touched me, and it was gone.

It was nothing,
darling, I'm sure.

Oh, Edgar, I love you. I do.

Good-bye.

I, too, felt
a cold wind across my heart

as they rode away together.

But as the years went on,

they were really in possession

of a deep and growing happiness.

I wish you could've seen
miss Cathy then.

She became quite
the lady of the manor

and seemed almost
overfond of Mr. Linton.

For Isabella, she showed
great affection

and presided over
thrushcross grange

with quiet dignity.

It looks as though you've
fallen into a trap, father.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

There you are--

checkmate.

Thank you, father.

Oh, well, I'll go
and dress for dinner.

What's the matter with the dogs?

It's probably
one of the servants

coming back from the village.

Cathy, I talked
to Jeff Peters this afternoon

about that new wing of ours.

It doesn't look as though
we're going to be able

to marry Isabella off
for another decade or two.

She's so particular.

It's a brother's duty,
dear Edgar,

to introduce his sister
to some other type

than fops and pale young poets.

Oh, you want a dragoon?

Yes, I do,
with a fiery mustache.

Poor Isabella.

I'm afraid I got the only
prize in the county.

Oh, thank you, darling.

And for me, heaven is bounded
by the 4 walls of this room.

Yes, we're all angels.

Even my little petit point hero.

I'm just putting wings on him.

Speaking of wings,
I'll show you those plans.

Miss Cathy.

What is it, Ellen?

Someone wishes to see you.

You sound as if it were a ghost.

It is. He's come back.

Who?

Heathcliff.

What does he want?

He wants to see you.

Tell him...

Tell him I'm not at home.

To whom are you not at home?

It's Heathcliff.

It seems he's come back.

Well, that's news.
Where's he been?

America, he said.

He's so changed,
I hardly recognized him.

For the better, I hope.

Oh, yes, he's quite
the gentleman.

Fine clothes, a horse.

Don't stand there prattling.

Go and tell him I don't
wish to see him.

Oh, nonsense, Cathy.

We can't be as cruel as that.

He's come a long way,

and he's a fine gentleman,

so Ellen says.

Let's see how America's
managed to make

a silk purse out of
our Mr. Heathcliff.

Show him in, Ellen.

Yes, master Edgar.

Edgar.

Yes?

It's chilly here.

Why be nervous?

The past is dead.

It's nonsense, darling,
to tremble

before a little ghost
which returns--

a dead leaf blowing
around your feet.

Darling.

You may smile at him

without fear of offending me

because it's my wife who smiles,

my wife who loves me.

Yes. Yes, I was silly.

Thank you, Edgar.

Well, Heathcliff...

Mr. Linton.

How are you?

Hello, Cathy.

I remember this room.

Come in, Heathcliff.
Sit by the fire.

Will you have a whiskey?

No, thank you.

I've never seen such
a change in a man.

I wouldn't have known you.

You seem to have prospered
since our last meeting.

Somewhat.

Ellen said
you'd been to America.

Yes.

We all wondered where you went.

Have you met my sister,
Heathcliff, miss Linton?

Miss Linton.

Well, what brought about
this amazing transformation?

Did you discover a gold mine
in the new world?

Or perhaps you fell heir
to a fortune.

The truth is...

I remembered that my father
was an emperor of China,

and my mother
was an Indian queen,

and I went out
and claimed my inheritance.

It all turned out just as you
once suspected, Cathy--

that I had been kidnapped
by wicked sailors

and brought to England.

That I was of noble birth.

You visiting here long?

I mean, in the village.

The rest of my life.

I've just bought
Wuthering Heights.

The house, the stock,
and the moors.

You mean that Hindley
has sold you the estate?

He's not aware of it as yet.

I'm afraid it will be
somewhat of a surprise

to him when he finds out
that his gambling debts

and liquor bills
were all paid up for him

by his former stable boy.

Or perhaps he will merely laugh

at the irony of it, Mr. Linton.

I don't understand.

I don't understand how
this could have happened

without Mrs. Linton
hearing of it.

Modesty compelled me

to play the good
Samaritan in secret,

Mr. Linton.

By heaven, Heathcliff.

This is the most
underhanded piece of work

I've ever heard of
in this county.

If I'd only known--

I knew that Hindley
was in financial difficulties,

but not that his property
was being stolen from him

by a stranger.

I'm neither thief nor stranger.

I'm merely your neighbor, Si.

Now I'll say good night.

Wait, Heathcliff.

Edgar and I have many neighbors

whom we receive with
hospitality and friendship,

and if you are
to be one of them,

you're welcome
to visit our house,

but not with a scowl
on your face

or an old bitterness
in your heart.

Thank you.

It occurs to me that I
have not congratulated you

on your marriage.

I've often thought of it.

Allow me to express my delight

over your happiness now.

Good night.

Edgar, I think
you behaved abominably.

What?

And you, too, Cathy.

I'm dreadfully disappointed
in both of you.

What in thunder
are you talking about?

You could at least
have been civil to him.

I conducted myself
perfectly, Isabella,

and so did Cathy.

You dismissed him
as if he'd been a servant.

Don't tell me you thought
of him as anything else.

I thought him
very distinguished.

I hope I misunderstood you.

It's impossible
that any sister of mine

could think of Heathcliff
as anything

but a surly dressed-up beggar,

a lout, and a boor.

I shall take precautions

to insure that you never
see him again.

Now go to dinner.

Joseph!

Joseph!

Yes, Mr. Hindley.

Where's the key here?

Isn't it in the door?

No, and I want it.

He's left, and it's our chance.

I'm going to lock
him out this time,

and if he tries to get in,
I'm going to kill him.

Find that key and bring me
a bottle of wine.

You've had a bad night,
Mr. Hindley.

A bad night, you call it?

How can I stay sober with that
vulture's beak inside me?

He stabbed me
in the dark, Joseph.

He robbed me of my home
and gold.

Where's the wine?

Dr. Kenneth has forbid it.

Blast Dr. Kenneth!

Get him
what he wants, Joseph.

Dr. Kenneth has forbid it,
Mr. Heathcliff.

What difference to the world

whether he's drunk or sober?

Ignore Dr. Kenneth.
Do as I tell you.

Get out.

It's too early in the morning

to look on the devil.

Your ingratitude, Hindley,
makes me almost sad.

All I have done to you, Hindley,

is to enable you to be yourself.

My money has helped you
to drink and gamble

and enjoy the world
as you wished.

And now that you're without
a home of your own,

I remember that you once
gave me a place to sleep

when you might
have turned me out.

And I allow you
to remain, Hindley,

and even provide you
with solace...

Against the doctor's orders.

I'll have Wuthering Heights back.

I'll be master here,
and I'll turn you out

as I should have done years ago.

We're just in time, Joseph.

Mr. Hindley is beginning
to whine and stutter.

He needs fire in his veins,

a little courage with which
to face his unhappy life.

I'll have my gold,
I'll have your blood,

and hell can have your soul!

Laugh now, Heathcliff.

There's no laughter in hell.

All you have to do is to shoot.

They'll thank me for it.

The whole world will say
I did right

in ridding it of
a rotten gypsy beggar.

Yes, they'll say that.

Shoot, and you'll be
master here again.

The whole country will resound
with your courage, Hindley.

Go on, shoot,
you puny chicken of a man!

There's not enough blood in you
to keep your hand steady.

You remember that time
you hit me with a rock, Hindley?

The times you shamed and flogged
me as your stable boy?

You were a coward then,
and you're a coward now.

Take him out, Joseph.
Find someplace for him to sleep.

Aye. I'll put him to bed.

Not in the master's room!

I'm master here now.

Joseph!

His pistol.

I'll hide it.

No! A gentleman
must not be deprived

of his weapons, Joseph.

I prefer that he have it
by him always

as a reminder of his cowardice.

Master Heathcliff.

What is it?

A lady to see you.

A lady? From where?

The grange, sir.

The grange?
Why didn't you tell me?

Get out of my way.

Miss Linton.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all.

I was riding behind
the heights on the moors

and my horse went lame,
and, uh...

And you brought him here?

Yes.

That was very wise.

Shall we look
at the unfortunate animal?

Oh, no, that isn't necessary.

I've put him in the stables.

He's being taken care of.

I see.

Won't you come in?

Get on with your work.

I was furious with my brother
and Cathy, too.

I told them so.

I thought they acted
most shamefully.

Let me give you a chair.

Your brother didn't send you

with these apologies?

Oh, no. He's forbidden me to--

to speak to me?

Yes.

And Mrs. Linton?

She's also very angry with you.

So, then, in all the county
you are my only friend.

I would like to be.

Well, let us celebrate
our new friendship

by a gallop over the moors,
shall we?

Oh, but my horse is lame.

My dear, your horse is not lame,
and it never was.

You came to see me
because you were lonely.

Because it is lonely
sitting like an outsider

in so happy a house
as your brother's.

Lonely riding on the moors
with no one at your side.

You won't be lonely anymore.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Ellen.

I was so afraid
you wouldn't come.

This night would
have been ruined

if you hadn't.

Good heavens.
Is that Heathcliff?

Yes, it is.

I can't believe it,
Cathy having him here--

not Cathy. It's my sister.

It's just a young girl's fancy,

but one must be careful
not to inflame it

with too much opposition.

Allow it to spend
itself harmlessly

in a few dances.

Oh, madame Ahlers is going
to play the harpsichord.

Do come and sit down.

I shall let you hold my hand

underneath my fan.

Thank you.

Bravo, bravo.

Oh, it's a waltz.
Heathcliff, will you?

You see, we can hold each other,
and no one can object

because that's the way
it's danced.

That's the way
the gypsies dance.

I'm surprised to see
such abandoned ways

creep into so fine a house.

Yes, father used to say it would
undermine the whole of society

and turn us into profligates,

may I have the pleasure,
Isabella?

Oh, thank you, Giles,
but I don't think I can--

nonsense, Isabella.
Let me see you waltz.

Will you watch me?

Of course.

All right.

You're not dancing this dance.

Thank you. I'm merely exhausted.

Would the moonlight
and a breath of air refresh you?

Always.

Excuse me for a moment.

Are you enjoying yourself,
Heathcliff?

I've had the pleasure
of watching you.

You're very grand, Heathcliff.

So handsome.

Looking at you tonight,

I could not help but remember
how things used to be.

They used to be better.

Don't pretend life
hasn't improved for you.

Life has ended for me.

How can you stand here beside me

and pretend not to remember?

Not to know that my heart
is breaking for you?

That your face
is the wonderful light

burning in the distance?

Heathcliff, no. I forbid it?

Do you forbid what your heart

is saying to me now?

It's saying nothing.

It is. I can hear it
louder than the music.

Oh, Cathy, Cathy.

I'm not the Cathy that was.
Can you understand that?

I'm somebody else.

I'm another man's wife,
and he loves me...

And I love him.

If he loved you with
all the part of his soul

for a whole lifetime,

he couldn't love you
as much as I do

in a single day.

Not he, not the world...

Not even you, Cathy,
can come between us.

Heathcliff, you must go away.

You must leave this house
and never come back to it.

I never want
to see your face again

or listen to your voice again
as long as I live.

You lie.

Why do you think
I'm here tonight?

Because you willed it.

You willed me here
across the sea.

Cathy, have you seen Heathcliff?

Oh, there you are.

They're just going
to play a chantiez.

Come along.

It's quite suitable

to your high moral character.

What's the matter?

Has Cathy been behaving
horribly again?

If she weren't my sister-in-law,

I'd say she was jealous.

Come along.

Come in.

Isabella, I want to talk to you.

What about, Cathy?

About Heathcliff.

It's very late,
and I have no desire

to discuss Heathcliff
with you anyway.

Isabella, you behaved
disgracefully tonight.

In what way, may I ask?

It was bad enough
your asking him here,

but to make
a spectacle of yourself,

to throw yourself at him.

Catherine, be careful
of what you say.

You fool. You vain little fool.

I'll not be silent any longer.

I'm going to tell the truth.

You're old enough to hear it,

and you're strong enough.

Let me go.

Not till I open your eyes.

My eyes are quite open,
thank you.

Isabella, don't you see
what he's been doing?

He's been using you
to be near me.

He smiled at me behind your back

to try to rouse something

in my heart that's dead.

I'll not have it any longer.

I'll not allow you
to help him any longer.

It's you who are vain
and insufferable.

Heathcliff's in love with me.

It's a lie.

It's not a lie. He's told me so.

He's kissed me. He's--

he's kissed me,
he's held me in his arms,

he's told me that he loves me.

I'm going to your brother.

Go to him.
He's asked me to marry him.

Tell Edgar that--

that we're going to be married--

that Heathcliff's
going to be my husband.

Isabella, you can't.

Heathcliff's not a man,
but something dark

and horrible to live with.

Do you imagine, Catherine,

that I don't know
why you're acting so?

Because you love him.

Yes, you love him!

And you're mad
with pain and jealousy

at the thought
of my marrying him.

Because you want him to pine
for you and dream of you,

die for you while you live
in comfort and security

as Mrs. Linton.
You don't want him to be happy.

You want to make him suffer.

You want to destroy him.

But I want to make him happy,
and I will, I will!

I heard your voices.

We were just
discussing the ball.

Well, there's plenty of time
for gossip tomorrow,

and you ought to come
to bed, darling.

You look tired.

Good night, Isabella.

Good night.

Miss Cathy?

Good morning, Joseph.

Mistress Cathy, I mean.

Mr. Hindley's away.

It's Mr. Heathcliff
I wish to see.

Oh.

Oh, aye.

I'll try and find him.

Leave us, Joseph.

Cathy.

What brings you
to Wuthering Heights?

Does Edgar know?
I doubt he'd approve.

Heathcliff, is it true?

Is what true?

Did you ask Isabella
to marry you?

It is true, then.

You must not do this.
It was a mistake.

She hasn't harmed you.

You have.

Then punish me.

I'm going to.

When I take her in my arms,
when I kiss her,

when I promise her
life and happiness.

If there's anything human
left in you, don't do this.

Don't make me a partner
to such a crime.

It's stupid, it's mad.

If you ever looked at me once
with what I know is in you,

I would be your slave.

Cathy, if your heart
were only stronger

than your dull fear
of god and the world,

I would live silently
contented in your shadow.

But no.

You must destroy us both

with that weakness
you call virtue.

You must keep me tormented

with that cruelty
you think so pious.

You've been smug and pleased

with my vile love of you,
haven't you?

Haven't you?

Well, after this you can think
of me as something else

than Cathy's foolish
and despairing lover.

You can think of me
as Isabella's husband...

And be glad for my happiness...

As I was for yours.

Drive to the village.
Collect Mr. Linton.

Very well, ma'am.

Marry? That's preposterous.

Isabella and Heathcliff?

But it's true.

What are you going
to do about it?

Do? I'll put her under
lock and key if need be.

Isabella!

Isabella!

You must go after them.
Do you hear?

Going after them is useless.

You must go after them
while there's still time.

They cannot marry.
They must not marry.

Don't disturb yourself.
There's nothing I can do.

But you must, Edgar.
Get your pistols.

Go after them. Kill him.

Stop them from marrying.

This marriage cannot be.

Do you hear? It must--

Edgar.

Edgar!

So Heathcliff
and Isabella were married.

And many months later
at Wuthering Heights,

during one of Dr. Kenneth's
increasingly rare visits...

Hindley, why don't you
hit yourself over the head

with a hammer the instant
you get up in the morning?

Why?

Well, if you hit yourself
hard enough,

you'll remain unconscious
the whole day

and achieve virtually
the same results you would

from a whole gallon of spirits,

with much less wear
and tear on the kidneys.

Don't you agree with me,
Mrs. Heathcliff?

What does it matter?

Well, I'd hope
that it did matter--

that when you came here,
things would change.

No. Only I changed.

I remember this house

when it rang
with laughter and love.

Good-bye, Mrs. Heathcliff.

Ask your husband
to call another doctor

in the future.

Whoever dwells in this house

is beyond my healing arts.

I shall miss you, Dr. Kenneth.

Isabella, I brought you
into the world,

but it's a world you're
not going to grace

very long if you stay
in this house.

Dear child,
I must tell you this.

Go back where you belong,

back with Edgar,

if only for a month or two.

It will mean your salvation...

And his.

Edgar's disowned me.

Nonsense. That was natural
under the circumstances.

But he needs you now.

He does? Why?

Cathy is gravely ill.

In fact, it's only
a matter of days--

hours, perhaps.

What is it?

Fever, inflammation
of the lungs.

But it's something beyond that.

I don't know.
I'd call it will to die.

If Cathy died...

I might begin to live.

Isabella.

Begin to live, eh?

In this house with Heathcliff
nothing can live.

Nothing but hate.

I can feel him breathing

like the devil's
own breath on me.

And you, he hates you
worse than he does me.

He loathes you.

Each time you kiss him

his heart breaks with rage
because it's not Cathy.

Isabella.

Why don't you kill him?

I've forbidden you to speak
to me about Heathcliff.

Kill him!

Stop it! Do you hear me?

Kill him, kill him!

Well, that's
the first lucid talk

I've heard
out of Hindley for weeks.

It's not very Christian talk,
but at least it's coherent.

It seemed to make some point.

Heathcliff.

I'm delighted with
your improvement.

I tried to stop him.

Thank you, my dear wife.

Your loyalty is touching.

Heathcliff.

Your curses will come home
to feed on your own heart.

Every agony you've given
will return.

Heathcliff,
why do we have him here?

I can't breathe
with him in the house.

Existence would be so much less
without my boyhood friend

under my roof.

Heathcliff.

Don't you see?

You poison yourself
with hating him.

Darling, please send him away

and let love
come into the house.

Why isn't there the smell
of Heather in your hair?

Oh, Heathcliff, why won't you
let me come near you?

You're not black and horrible
as they all think.

You're full of pain.

I can make you happy.

Let me try. You won't regret it.

I'll be your slave.

I can bring life back to you,
new and fresh.

Why are your eyes
always empty...

Like Linton's eyes?

They're not empty.

If you'd only look deeper.

Look at me.

I'm pretty...

I'm a woman...

And I love you.

You're all of life to me.

Let me be a single breath
of it for you.

Heathcliff, let your heart
look at me just once.

Oh, why did god give me life?

What is it but hunger and pain?

What do you want, Ellen?

What are you doing here?

I want to speak
to miss Isabella.

Well, you can do so
in front of me.

Her brother has asked me
to bring her home

for a visit.

He needs you with
him, miss Isabella.

Why?

Why?

Let go of me, Heathcliff!

Cathy?

She's ill.

Yes.

Mr. Edgar wants you
to come home at once,

miss Isabella.

She's dying.

Heathcliff.

You're not going.

She belongs to Edgar
if she's dying.

Let her die where she belongs,
in Edgar's arms.

Let her die, let her die!

Let her die.

There, is that better?

Yes.

That's better.

Edgar.

Isn't there a south wind?

Isn't the snow almost gone?

Not quite gone
down here, darling.

Just a few patches left.

The sky is blue,

the larks are singing,

and the Brooks
are brimming full.

Edgar.

Will you get me something?

What do you want, darling?

Some Heather.

There's a beautiful patch
near the castle.

I want some from there.

Near the castle?
What castle, darling?

The castle on the moors, Edgar.

Go there, please.

There's no castle
on the moors, darling.

There is.

There is.

It's on the hill...

Beyond Wuthering Heights.

You mean Pennystone Crag?

Yes.

Yes.

I was a queen there once.

Go there, Edgar.

Get me some Heather, please.

Yes, I'll go, darling.
You sleep while I'm gone

and rest so you'll be
better tomorrow.

You've been very dear
to me, Edgar.

Very dear.

Sleep, darling.

Robert, Robert!

Tell them to get my horse ready.

I'm going for Dr. Kenneth.
Be quick.

Yes, sir.

Heathcliff.

Come here.

Cathy.

I--I was dreaming

you might come before I died...

You might come and scowl
at me once more.

Cathy.

Oh, Heathcliff,

how strong you look.

How many years do you mean
to live after I'm gone?

Don't.

Don't let me go.

If I could only hold you

until we were both dead.

Will you forget me
when I'm in the earth?

I could as soon forget you
as my own life.

Cathy, if you die--

poor Heathcliff.

Come, let me feel
how strong you are.

Strong enough to bring us both
back to life, Cathy,

if you want to live.

No, Heathcliff.

I want to die.

Oh, Cathy.

Why did you kill yourself?

Hold me.

Just hold me.

No, I'll not comfort you.

My tears don't love you, Cathy.

They blight and curse
and damn you.

Heathcliff,
don't break my heart.

Oh, Cathy,
I never broke your heart.

You broke it.
Cathy, Cathy, you loved me.

What right to throw love away
for the poor fancy thing

you felt for him,
for a handful of worldliness?

Misery and death
and all the evils

that god and man
could have hammered down

would never have parted us.

You did that alone.
You wandered off

like a wanton greedy child
to break your heart and mine.

Heathcliff.

Forgive me.

We have so little time.

Oh, Cathy.

Cathy, your wasted hand.

Kiss me again.

Heathcliff, he's coming,
Mr. Linton.

For heaven's sake, go,
and be quick.

No.

It's the last time.

I won't go, Cathy.

I'm here.

I'll never leave you again.

I told you, Ellen...

When he went away
that night in the rain.

I told you I belonged to him,

that he was my life,

my being.

Don't listen
to her ravings.

It's true, it's true.

I'm yours, Heathcliff.

I've never been anyone else's.

She doesn't know
what she's saying.

You can still get out.

Go before they get here.

Take me to the window.

Let me look at the moors
with you once more.

My darling, once more.

How beautiful the day is.

Heathcliff.

Can you see the Crag...

Over there...

Where our castle is?

I'll wait for you...

Until you come.

Leave her alone.

She's mine.

She's mine.

Miss Cathy.

Oh, my wild heart.

Miss Cathy.

She's gone.

She's gone.

You've done your last
black deed, Heathcliff.

Leave this house.

She's at peace now in heaven,

beyond us.

What do they know
of heaven or hell, Cathy,

who know nothing of life?

Oh, they're praying
for you, Cathy.

I'll pray one prayer with them.

I repeat till
my tongue stiffens...

Catherine Earnshaw,

may you not rest
so long as I live on.

I killed you. Haunt me, then.

Haunt your murderer.

I know that ghosts
have wandered on the earth.

Be with me always.

Take any form, drive me mad,

only do not leave me
in this dark alone

where I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot die without my soul.

Oh, Cathy.

Oh, my dear.

I can still hear and see
that wild hour...

With poor Heathcliff
trying to tear away the veil

between death and life...

Crying out to Cathy's soul

to haunt him and torment him

until he died.

And you said that was
Cathy's ghost I heard

at the window?

Not a ghost...

But Cathy's love,
stronger than time itself...

Still sobbing
for its unlived days.

And uneaten bread.

Uhh!

What's the matter, man?

I've gone mad, stark raving mad.

Dr. Kenneth.

I saw Heathcliff
out on the moors

in the snow with a woman.

A woman, you say?

Yes, a woman.

I saw her with him
plain as my own eyes.

It was Cathy.

Cathy.

Go on, man. What happened?

No, I don't know who it was.

I was trying to get
up near to them

when suddenly my horse
reared and plunged,

and I was thrown.

I called out to them,
but they didn't hear me,

so I followed them.

I tell you, I saw them both.

He had his arm about her.

So I climbed up after them...

And I found him...

Only him...

Alone.

With only his footprints
in the snow.

Under a high rock on a ledge...

Near Pennystone Crag.

Yes.

Was he dead?

No, not dead, Dr. Kenneth.

Not alone.

He's with her.

They've only just begun to live.

Good-bye, Heathcliff.

Good-bye, my wild, sweet Cathy.