All language subtitles for Wuthering_Heights_2026_32897959_1774783066_720p

- [person groaning softly]
- [rope creaking]

[groaning,
creaking intensifies]

[choking]

[gasps]

[choking continues]

[breathes shakily]

[breathes shakily]

Look, I told you what happens

when the neck
don't break straight away

and they get strangled. Look.

[choking continues]

- He's got a stiffy.
- [children laugh]

Shh! You dirty boys.

[urchin child] Wait for it.

[nun breathing heavily]

[choking continues]

[choking stops]

[crowd murmuring]

It's fucking Hanging Day!

[crowd cheering]

Yeah!

["House" by Charli xcx
feat. John Cale playing]

[all cheering]

Sinner! [laughs]

Zillah!

Yeah!

Yes!

[salesperson] Sinners.
Come get your sinners.

[salesperson]
Ha'penny for a sinner.

[moaning]

[puppet master exclaiming]

Keep up.

[breathing heavily]

- [parent] Keep up.
- [groans]

["House" by Charli xcx
feat. John Cale continues]

[groans]

- You're hurting me.
- Come on!

[song continues]

[song continues]

[song fades out]

[child wailing]

[child 2] You wanted to know
why he was hanged.

[child sobbing]

It's not my fault
men are disgusting.

[sobs] Well, you shouldn't
have told me

no matter what I said.

[sobs] Poor dolly.
Oh, I'm going to die.

If you are,
then be quick about it,

for I have things to do.

What a frightful racket.

[child] Papa!

Oh, you look like a plate
of corned beef.

Have you been crying?

[child] No. Only racing.

Racing? [chuckles]
If your mother were still here

she'd batter me
around the head

to see
how I've let you run wild.

[scoffs] She would not.

Oh, you didn't know her.
She was a terror.

She boxed for the county.

[laughing]

She had hands
like meat plates.

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

No.

I expect
you shall have one too, Cathy,

since they run
in the maternal line.

Stop! You must not talk
about Mama like that.

And I shall not have
a mustache. I shall not!

Don't be tiresome, Cathy.

Nobody likes a sourpuss.
As well as a fright.

God's teeth, Nelly.

Can you do something
about her?

That's what you're here for.

Yes, sir.

And 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 is considerably
less weeping.

Now then,
where's my fucking horse?

I'll warn the maids.

[brooding music playing]

Papa! I'm sorry! Papa!

[banging, crashing
in distance]

[father, in distance]
Get up! Get a move on!

- [Cathy breathing shakily]
- [steps approaching]

[door handle rattling]

[sighs]

See it were hotpot
at The Ram again, Zillah.

[Zillah] 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 home, eh?

[Zillah]
It's hiding somewhere.

[Mrs. Burton]
But what's it doing here?

Mr. Earnshaw had
one of his fits of charity.

Oh, Lord. Then pray
for that little sod too.

[tense music playing]

Hello?

[breathes shakily]

What are you-- [shrieks]

[both breathing shakily]

[Earnshaw] 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 purse.

I intend him to be clothed
and fed

for as long as I intend it!
[grunts]

Why must I be surrounded
by women?

Spend my days being endlessly
badgered and sniped.

[Cathy] Papa!

Oh, here's another hellcat
sent to torment me.

Oh, there 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've called him Heathcliff,
after my dead brother.

Heathcliff...

Heathcliff, come here,
my dear boy.

Come, come, come.

You are most heartily
welcome here.

- Oh!
- [Zillah] Oh!

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.

[Cathy] Die, die, die!
[laughing]

Kill that rat!
Get him in the eye.

Get him in the eye. Go on!

[Zillah]
Nice for her to have a friend.

A real friend, I mean.
Not a paid one.

Companions aren't paid.
Companions are ladies, Zillah.

[Zillah chuckles]

Just because
your father was a lord

doesn't make you a lady.

Bastards can't be ladies,
Miss Nelly.

No matter
how much their father paid

to have them hidden away.

[Cathy, Heathcliff chattering,
laughing outside]

[Heathcliff] "Puh...
Puh-on-e-yuh. Puh-on"...

[Cathy] Po-ny. The pony.

[thunder rumbling]

- "The pony"...
- [sighs]

- "The pony a... a-tuh-eh"...
- [Cathy groans]

Ate! The pony ate!
The pony ate the grass.

There's a picture, Heathcliff.
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 peck
at your eyes!

I'm not doing it anymore.
I don't wanna read!

- [Mrs. Burton] Temper, temper.
- [Heathcliff] Shut up.

[door opens, slams]

[sighs]

Sorry.

Sorry, Heathcliff.

Do you want to try again?
I'll be more patient,

- I promise.
- [Heathcliff] No.

Well, then you shall
never read and never advance

and be very stupid forever!

- Go away.
- No.

- Go away.
- No.

- Just go away!
- No.

- Go away!
- No!

[thunder rumbling]

I won't go away.

I'll never go away.

I will never leave you
no matter what you do.

[tender music playing]

[groom] Walk up. That's it.

[music continues]

[Nelly] Cathy, can I come?

No, no, you wouldn't like it.
You're far too sensible.

[sighs]

Come on. She might follow us.

[tender music continues]

[Heathcliff yells]

[Cathy]
I'm the queen of the castle,

and you're the dirty rascal.

[sighs] 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.

Yeah, but the sky
is black, Cathy.

No, no, no, no. You see there?

Blue.

But that's not enough blue
to get us back.

It is. You'll see. For blue
is blue, no matter how small.

[thunder rumbling]

[Earnshaw]
Where have you been?

[Cathy breathes shakily]

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.

[stammers] You shall be sorry

when it's your own birthday
and I forget it.

Let's have supper
and celebrate properly.

It's cold.

[Cathy] Papa.

[crashing]

[Heathcliff]
It's my fault, sir.

Not Cathy's. She wanted to
turn back but I ignored her.

Heathcliff, please.

All she has spoken of all day
is you and your birthday.

[Heathcliff breathing shakily]

- Is this true?
- No.

I swear it. She's not
to blame. [breathing shakily]

Are you trembling?

Stop at once. You make me feel
like a brute. Stop it, I say.

[Cathy] Papa, please.
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!

- Take her, Nelly! Take her!
- Papa, no! No!

- No, no! Get off me! No! No!
- Come here, you dog!

Go!

- Heathcliff! No!
- [Earnshaw] Come here!

- No! No, no, no!
- [blows landing]

- [Earnshaw] Hold still!
- [Heathcliff screaming]

[Earnshaw]
Hold still, you dog!

[crying] No! Heathcliff.

- [Earnshaw] You dog. Bark!
- [screaming continues]

[thunder rumbling]

[wind howling]

[whispers] Heathcliff.

- [breathing shakily, sobbing]
- [Cathy whispers] Heathcliff.

What's he done?

Oh, you're bleeding.

Heathcliff, why did you lie?

It was my fault we were late.
Not yours.

I couldn't see him hurt you.

But this hurts me.
Don't you understand?

Heathcliff, this hurts me.

[breathing shakily]
I will take this and more...

every day...

if it spares you.

[romantic music playing]

Heathcliff...

Yes?

I'm sorry.

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry
for me, Cathy.

For I would do it
again and again.

Then we're doomed.

What can I do?

[breathing shakily] Nothing.

Just stay with me.

[romantic music continues]

[Cathy] Heathcliff.

[steps approaching]

Heathcliff.

Answer me, you brute.

Are you awake?

[Heathcliff] No. [grunts]

- Now?
- Catherine!

I was up all night
with the horse.

What could be so important?

Thrushcross Grange is sold.
We have neighbors. [exclaims]

They are called Linton.

- [Heathcliff] A family?
- A bachelor and his ward.

He made his fortune
in textiles.

[coach driver shouts]

God. Look at it all.

He must be very rich indeed.

I suppose he shall
fall in love with me.

I suppose he shall
fall in love with--

I heard you.

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. I'd...

live in a big house.

And be cruel to my servants.

Take a wife.

A wife? What wife?

I... 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.
She's practically a simpleton.

[scoffs]

I cannot sit here all day
talking nonsense with you.

After all, the Lintons may
call on me at any moment.

[Cathy sighs]

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!

[sighs] Why do they not come?

It has only been a week.

In fact, we're likely
far superior

to Mr. Linton's family,

who, after all,
made their fortune in velvet.

It is 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 be 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.

[Cathy sighs]

[Nelly] Work on your tapestry.

I hate my tapestry.

[Cathy scoffs]

I was not bored
before they came.

Now I'm so bored I might die.

What're you-- Heathcliff!
How dare you!

I have had enough
of hearing about Mr. Linton.

Heathcliff, I... I cannot
get down in these skirts.

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

[gasps]

You will be so very sorry

when I fall out of this tree
and die!

Help!

[chuckles]

[sighs]

[cracking sound]

[scoffs]

Are you pleased with yourself?

Very.

[indistinct clamoring outside]

Get off! It was just
a loose pebble.

Give me my hat, woman.
Arsehole.

- Careful, sir.
- [Earnshaw grunts]

Let's get you
on that horse, sir. Come on.

- [Earnshaw grunts]
- That's it. Steady.

Get off me.
I know how to ride a horse.

Fuck off, you silly woman.

Careful as you go,
Mr. Earnshaw.

Oh, Heathcliff.

Oh. [chuckles]

I-I fear 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 it 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's he who has
been spending all my money.

[Heathcliff sighs]

What happened the other day?

Nothing much. He just gave me
a cuff around the ear, is all.

Silly old fool.

He 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.

[wind whistling]

[Cathy breathing shakily]

- Are you cold, Cath?
- [sighs] Yes.

Let me make you a fire.

No. Papa will whip you
if you do. [breathes shakily]

We cannot spare the wood.

Hmm. He can always spare
the wood when he's cold.

He'll not need it tonight.

For his face
has made acquaintance

with the parlor floor.

Again.

Hmm.

It did not go well with the
solicitor. [breathes shakily]

We are ruined, Heathcliff.
There is nothing left.

He's gambled it all away.

[sighs]

I suppose I shall have
to throw myself

at Mr. Linton after all.

[Cathy breathing shakily]

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

[Cathy breathing shakily]

[gasping]

- [grunting]
- Heathcliff!

Do not throw yourself
at Mr. Linton, Cath.

[pensive music playing]

[music continues]

[sighs]

[music fades out]

[sighs]

[pig squealing]

[squealing continues]

- [Cathy groans]
- [squealing continues]

[breathing shakily]

[sighs]

[breathing shakily]

- Harder.
- [grunting]

Yeah, yeah.

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah.

[groans]
Must you do that here, Joseph?

The drain in the yard
is at overflow.

[sighs] So my skirts
will be nothing but pig scab.

[sighs]

[Cathy, Heathcliff
breathing heavily]

[Cathy scoffs]

Every moment that passes,

we slide further and further
beyond the pale.

Sorry, Miss Catherine.

[Cathy groans]

[breathes shakily]

[woman] "Two households,
both alike in dignity

In fair Verona,
where we lay our scene."

And thus begins the greatest,
most romantic play

I have ever read
in my entire life.

And that is including Othello,
which you know I loved, Edgar.

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

and that there's going to be
so much death.

But I don't really like
the nurse actually.

But anyway, Mercutio
gets killed in the street.

Mercutio.

[woman]
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 hatches this plan
with Friar Laurence, you see,

and-and she's going to take
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-you think it's gonna go.

But someone tells Romeo
that Juliet's dead.

But you see,
Juliet is not dead at all.

- She's only taken...
- No.

...a sleeping draft,

but Romeo did not know,
for he was in Mantua,

and the letters
had not reached him.

What a thorough précis,
Isabella.

I feel quite transported.

Oh, how I cried.

Edgar, I thought
my head might fall off.

[chuckling] Oh, dear.
That would not do.

Well, no, indeed not.

For then I should have nowhere
to put my ribbons.

[both chuckle]

- [screams]
- [Cathy yelps]

[screams] Edgar!

- What on earth is it? What--
- Edgar, I saw a ghost.

Edgar, I saw a ghost.

I saw a ghost there.
There. By the wall.

Oh, Edgar, it had
the most fearsome visage.

Ghastly pale. It was hideous.

It had dead, evil eyes.

There will be some reasonable
explanation. Let me look.

Edgar, please don't leave me.
Please.

You are quite safe,
I assure you.

[Isabella inhales shakily]

[Isabella breathing shakily]

[sighs]

[gasps]

[blows]

May I assist you?

[Nelly] "Have sprained
my ankle on a hideous wall.

Linton has taken me in."

- [sighs]
- [Zillah] Linton!

"Had cream cake for tea
and chocolate."

- [Earnshaw chuckles]
- [Zillah] Chocolate?

[Nelly]
She has underlined chocolate.

[chuckles] Clever little cat.
She'll be in clover.

But she's sprained her ankle.

I will go. I can carry her.

- 'Tis five miles.
- [Heathcliff] 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.
And likely her only one.

Well, she's already
well past spinsterhood.

We can't have you
blundering up there.

Would ruin her prospects.

Do... Nelly, we can't just...

A most impressive fellow,
you know.

A gentleman
through and through.

I mean, he's not quite out of
the top drawer, you know.

[chuckling] Obviously.

But we can overlook
such things, can't we?

As we have done with you,
my dear. [chuckles]

Oh, and the Grange.

You've never seen
anything like it.

The drawing room
is made of crystal.

How is Cathy?

[Earnshaw]
Purring like a kitten.

Waited on hand and foot
by both Linton and his ward.

And what is she like?

- [Earnshaw] Miss Isabella?
- Yes.

Oh, she's very fine.
Very pretty indeed.

Good.

[Earnshaw]
It is a wonder that Linton

didn't marry her himself.

But still,

I suppose they're more like
brother and sister really.

- When will Cathy be back?
- [Earnshaw] Soon enough.

She kept that ankle clamped
to a velvet pillow

for as long as is
remotely credible. [chuckles]

Mind you, if Linton is even
half as smitten as he looks,

I doubt
if she'll be back here long.

[Earnshaw chuckles]

[whimsical music playing]

[Earnshaw] Whoa!

Oh.

[gasping]

[gasps]

Oh.

Ooh, my poor boots.

- [chuckles]
- [grunts]

[scoffs]

[grunting]

Thank you, Joseph.

- Cathy.
- Miss Earnshaw.

- What is it?
- [Zillah gasps]

You are transformed.

It is all Isabella.

She is
the sweetest person alive.

She fixed my hair herself.
It is her special talent.

[Zillah gasps]

You know, she has a room
entirely for ribbons.

- Just ribbons.
- [chuckles]

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?

In fact,
I do believe you are hiding.

Oh, how cross 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.

[scoffs]

It could not be helped.

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

All right? You came to see me,
lo, here we are, so you have.

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

Heathcliff, do not--

For God's sake,
will you 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.

As though I could crave
your company

after so many weeks
with Edgar and Isabella.

Carry on with your work.

[grunts]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[sighs]

[wind howling]

- Heathcliff, I want--
- [Joseph] You get in there.

Do you hear me?
Come on. Get in there.

- [Zillah breathes shakily]
- [Joseph] Go.

[breathing heavily]

[Joseph]
You've been a bad girl.

- A very bad girl.
- [Zillah laughs]

You're not gonna be laughing
in a minute.

[Zillah chuckles]

Where do you think you're
going, hey? Get back here.

You don't wanna stay here
with me? Stay with Joseph?

- [Zillah grunts]
- Hmm?

[both moan]

What do you want?

[gasps]

- [whip cracks]
- [Zillah squeals]

[Joseph] This'n, or...

[breathes shakily]

[sighs] Hmm?

[breathing heavily]

[Joseph] Oh, yeah.

[Zillah breathing heavily]

[Joseph moans]
Ooh, fucking hell.

- Pull it harder, Joseph.
- I'll break your teeth.

Pull it harder. [yelps]

- [gasps]
- [Heathcliff] Shh.

- [Joseph, Zillah moaning]
- [thumping sounds]

[Joseph] Oh, good girl.
Good girl.

[Joseph, Zillah
grunting and moaning]

[Heathcliff breathing heavily]

[Joseph, Zillah grunting]

[Joseph, Zillah moaning]

[Joseph, Zillah
breathing heavily]

[Joseph] You're amazin'.

[Zillah laughing]

[footsteps receding]

[Cathy, Heathcliff
breathing heavily]

- Cath...
- No.

[Nelly]
Are you feeling quite right?

What? Oh, yes. Fine.

[wind whistling]

I'm going for a walk.

In those skirts?

[Cathy breathing heavily]

[wind blowing]

Cathy!

[Cathy moaning]

[moaning continues]

[Cathy moaning,
breathing heavily]

- [moans]
- [rocks clattering]

[Cathy breathing heavily]

[gasps]

[pensive music playing]

- [softly] Cathy.
- Oh, God.

- Cath. Cath, it's nothing.
- No. Please go away.

- Go away and leave me alone.
- It's nothing.

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

[chuckling] 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.
- Cath.

Stop. Do not talk to me
or look at me.

You're going to
make yourself ill.

Do not ever look at me again!
Stop or you will kill me.

[breathes shakily]

Do not.

[breathing heavily]
Do not. Let go of my hand.

Never.

[sniffs]

[music continues]

I have you now.

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

[music intensifies]

[breathing heavily]

[softly] Put me down.

If you care for me at all,
put me down.

Do not follow me.

I beg of you.

["Wall of Sound"
by Charli xcx playing]

[Earnshaw singing drunkenly]

[Zillah] Come on, sir.

[Cathy] For God's sake...

[Earnshaw] Hold me up.

Don't look at me like that!

I'm ill!

[Cathy] We are all ill.

We are all ill because of you!

[Earnshaw] Ingrate! Slattern!

- Cathy...
- Not now, Nelly.

- Catherine...
- Not now, Nelly!

Whatever it is, it must...

[shushing]
Mr. Linton is in the parlor.

Mr. Linton?

[Earnshaw shouting
in distance]

Mr. Linton.

I am not fit to receive you.

Miss Earnshaw,
that could never be true.

Indeed it is. I... I fear
I must excuse myself.

Must be most distressing
to see your father so...

unwell.

You saw him then.

[sighs]

It is too shaming.

No.

It is all too shaming.

No, no.

I'm sorry, Mr. Linton.

I'm very sorry.

Miss Earnshaw, please, sit.

There is something I must say.

Please.

Please.

If I were in heaven, Nelly,

I should be
extremely miserable.

Because you're not fit
to go there.

[Cathy scoffs]

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, Nelly.
Tell me, was I wrong?

Do you love him?

One could not help
but love Edgar.

Then where is the obstacle?

Here.

In whichever place
the soul lives,

I'm convinced I am wrong.

[Nelly] Why?

Nelly, you know why.

[sighs]

Heathcliff.

[Cathy] I love him.

Not because he's handsome,
Nelly, but because he's...

more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls
are made of,

his and mine are the same.

[Nelly sighs]

Do not sigh at me.

[sighs]

I know you think
I'm a selfish wretch...

but 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 did I ask you?

What would you know about it?

You've never loved anyone
in your whole life.

No one has ever loved you.

[unsettling music playing]

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 must know, Nelly, you.

It would degrade me
to marry Heathcliff.

We would be beggars.

So he shall never know
how I love him. [sniffles]

["Open Up" by Charli xcx
playing]

[sobbing]

[Nelly] Where are you going?

[Cathy]
To the Grange to call it off.

I could not sleep last night.

I should never
have accepted Linton.

Cathy, stop!

- Stop!
- What?

[Nelly] Joseph, tell her.

I'm sorry, Miss Earnshaw.

He made off with the horse.
Last night.

["Open Up" continues]

Cathy...

I do not think
he is coming back.

Of course he is.

He is only trying to vex me.

You know what he's like.

He would never
leave me, Nelly.

Never.

Did he come?

[Nelly grunts]

We could put it off.

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

Tighter.

- Tighter.
- This is tight enough.

- Tighter, Nelly.
- But you will not breathe.

Tighter.

["The Dark-Eyed Sailor"
by Olivia Chaney playing]

[Cathy grunts]

God, how I love you.

[Isabella] Cathy. Hello!

Can I give you
your wedding present now?

[Cathy]
Oh, it's... it's quite lovely.

[Isabella] I made it the night
that Edgar proposed,

once I knew that you
would join us here forever.

- Is this?
- Your real hair. Yes.

For I had been collecting it
from the brush

while you stayed with us.

I... I knew I could not use
anything else,

for your hair is so singular.

Well, this... must have taken
a very long time.

[chuckles] Oh, no matter.
For I have nothing to do.

[whimsical music playing]

Let us put
Little Catherine here.

Oh, next to me.

[Isabella sighs]

[Cathy] How extraordinary.

[Isabella exhales sharply]

Wait till you see
your dresses, Cathy.

[sighs]

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, no.

[stammers]
It was no hardship...

knowing how pleased
you would be.

Come. Come, there is more.

Oh, Cathy, wait till you see.

[chuckling]

Your bedroom. When they asked
me what color it should be,

I said it should be the most
beautiful color in the world.

The color of my wife's
sweet face.

Here, look.

The freckle from your cheek.

[chuckles]

[sighs]

Nelly.

Nelly.

Nelly.

Nelly.

- Nelly!
- Yes, Cathy.

Well, you have been quiet.

Quiet?

Since we came.

It is 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.

[Nelly] It is good, Cathy.

[Nelly] Hmm?

["Chains of Love"
by Charli xcx playing]

[breathing heavily]

[no audible dialogue]

[Edgar]
Everything all right, my love?

Catherine.

[Cathy] I'm fine.

[no audible dialogue]

[song continues]

Darling, what are you doing?

[Edgar grunts]

Gosh.

[breathes heavily]

[song ends]

[muffled chatter]

[Isabella] They said the
colors would be periwinkle.

- Please, Edgar!
- [Edgar] Bella.

- But, Edgar, I'm grown up.
- [Edgar sighs]

[Isabella] I'm 21 and a half.

[Edgar] Your age has
nothing to do with it, Bella.

[Isabella] Please.

[Edgar] You've been asking me
for weeks,

and for weeks I have said no.

[Isabella] Yes, but you
have not said why, Edgar.

- [Edgar] Absolutely not.
- Oh, please, Edgar! Please!

[Edgar]
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 them
quite... barbaric.

- [Nelly] Hmm.
- [Isabella] That is a shame.

For I thought you
would have taken

a particular interest
in this hanging, Catherine.

Why?

Because of who
is being hanged.

What?

[whispering] It is a woman.

[exhales shakily]

[Isabella laughs]

Do you think
they will do it in her skirts?

[Edgar] Oh, for God's sake.

[Isabella]
It would be quite indecent,

for surely one could only
look up and see--

[Edgar] Isabella, enough.

Look, you have upset
dear Catherine.

No, no.

I only need some air.

- [crow caws]
- [wind whistling]

[Cathy sighing]

[pensive music playing]

Mrs. Linton. Mrs. Linton.

Oh, Joseph.
Oh, it is good to see you.

- Yeah.
- It has been such a long time.

How are you?

How is Zillah?

Zillah? Gone. Married.

Oh.

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

Tubby little rascal.

See them
in the village sometimes.

- She doesn't greet me.
- Oh.

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

I know that.

I'd embarrass her. [chuckles]

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

Have you come
to see your father?

- How is he?
- [inhales sharply]

[bottles clanking]

[Cathy breathing shakily]

- Hello, Daughter.
- [gasps]

- Papa.
- Oh.

"Papa" is it now? [chuckles]

What has happened?

[Earnshaw] What has happened?

Uh, Zillah is gone,

and I've no money
to replace her.

And so, uh, we sink into ruin.

Edgar sends money, Papa.
I know he does.

Have you come here
to scold me?

Uh, no, I...

I came to wish you
a happy Christmas.

And to see how you are.

And how do you find me?

Quite well.

[laughs]

[chuckles]

Not dead, you mean.

You do look well, however.
Mmm. [smacks lips]

Gladdens my heart
to see you so happy, Catkin.

Perhaps you might share
some of that happiness

with your poor,
lonely, old papa.

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 geegaws
to dangle about your person?

[mumbles] Well, I suppose
I should not begrudge it.

You've had no children

and nothing to do except
make yourself ridiculous.

[tense music playing]

No children
in all these years.

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

- Or perhaps it's you--
- Stop!

[coins clanking]

- 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.

[groaning]

[grunting]

I'm sorry.

- [Cathy sobbing]
- Catherine. Catherine.

It's all right.

It's all right.
It's all right.

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

You have survived
that wretched place.

You need never
go back there again.

I do not know why I went back.

[kisses]

[Cathy sighs]

There is nothing for me there.

["Sussex Carol" playing]

- [Cathy] Oh, my. [chuckles]
- [Edgar chuckles]

[Cathy gasps]
Oh, look at this.

Happy Christmas, Nelly, dear.

Thank you, Cathy.

- Oh.
- [Isabella gasping]

[Isabella chuckles]

Oh. [chuckles]

[Edgar] A book of friendship.

[Cathy] Oh. Oh, you drew that?

Yes. Yes. That is you and I.

[Isabella, Edgar chuckle]

Oh. Ribbons.

That is
your beautiful silhouette

that I watched one day

- from your room.
- [Edgar chuckles]

- Oh, look at this.
- What on Earth is that?

Yes, this is, um, a rose
which reminded me of you also.

The most beautiful rose
in the world. [chuckles]

- [Edgar] Beautiful.
- [Cathy] Oh.

- [chuckles]
- [Isabella] 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 decoupage.

[Cathy, Edgar,
Isabella chuckling]

- [Edgar] God.
- [Cathy chuckles]

It's fantastic news,
Catherine.

All round.
It's fantastic news.

- I have never been happier.
- [chuckles]

So you are excited
to become a father then?

I am giddy.

I feel like a chit fresh out
of the schoolroom.

- You clever thing.
- [chuckles]

- [Cathy sighs]
- [Edgar sighs]

Will you stay here tonight?

Nothing would please me more.

[kisses]

But you need your rest,
my love.

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

[chuckles] Good night.

[Edgar] Good night, my love.

- How wonderful.
- [door closes]

[cracking]

[gasps]

[breathing heavily]

[gasps]

["The Dark-Eyed Sailor"
by Olivia Chaney playing]

[song continues]

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Oh, what a wicked trick!

[Cathy breathing heavily]

I dared not hope.

[sniffles, sighing]

Let me look at you.

[breathes heavily]

Oh, you are handsome.
You brute.

[scoffs]

And rich. [scoffs]

[chuckles]

Does that amuse you?

[inhales sharply]

Not in the least.

[breathing heavily]

Come. We must not
get the mopes.

Come to dinner.

Everyone will be
so delighted to see you.

[Cathy] 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?

Was it very exciting?

At times.

Is that all? "At times"?

After near five years,
it was exciting "at times"?

Mmm.

[chuckles]

[Cathy] I see you want me
to press it out of you.

[Heathcliff chuckles]

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

In fact,
I am beginning to suspect

- that it was very boring.
- It wasn't.

Perhaps he was a pirate.

[Heathcliff] Perhaps I was.

Oh, dear. Surely not.
[inhales sharply]

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.

[Cathy] You see?
Keep your secrets, Heathcliff.

And we will have to assume

that your fortune
was most ill-gotten.

- [Heathcliff chuckles]
- Where are you staying?

At Wuthering Heights.

No, you... you mustn't.

The place is no more
than a ruin.

Tell him, Edgar.
He must come here.

- Indeed. If he... If...
- 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.

You did not.

[chuckling] Oh, how wonderful.

For us to have a neighbor.
[chuckles]

Wonderful.

[whimsical music playing]

He is the most handsome man
I ever saw. [chuckles]

Who is?

Mr. Heathcliff, of course.

Heathcliff?
He would devour you.

Oh! He would not.

He would indeed.

He is rough and wild
and of wicked temper.

[stammers]
Why would you say such things?

He is your friend.

Yes, it is because
he is my friend

that I can say it
with such certainty.

Oh, you are funny, Isabella.

He would crush you
like a sparrow's egg.

You are a dog
in the manger, Cathy!

Do you think I speak
from jealousy?

I 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.

[whimsical music continues]

- [gasps, scoffs]
- [music ends]

[Edgar]
Oh, it will be some game.

For you two
have never quarreled.

What could there be
to quarrel about?

I'll be back by supper.

[Cathy and Edgar kissing]

[Cathy] Goodbye, darling.

- Thank you.
- Sir.

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

It is because she is
quite besotted with you.

Hmm.
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?

For I am quite certain
she's hovering by the door,

listening to us.

Isabella?

Isabella, come in, dear.

[singsongy]
We know you are there.

Shall I come and fetch you?

Oh, look, Heathcliff.

Oh! [chuckles]

Someone who admires you
even more than I do.

- [Isabella breathing shakily]
- [chuckles]

Poor thing is breaking
her heart over you.

- Cathy, please.
- No! No, no, no.

- Excuse me.
- Don't run away, dearest.

Don't run away.

You see, Isabella 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!
- [screams, sobs]

Do not run.

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

- [breathes shakily]
- I will go. You stay.

Have him to yourself.

Show him your dolls.

[softly] No.

[Isabella sobs]

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.

- [chuckling]
- 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.
- [sighs]

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.

- [inhales sharply]
- 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
of the contrary.

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

I was a fool
to think otherwise.

For peace with you
is worse than war.

So, thank you

for telling me
Miss Isabella's secret.

I swear I'll make
the most 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.

Kiss her then.

Marry her, for all I care.

It is nothing to me.

If I thought
you really meant that,

I'd cut my own throat.

So 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.

[tense music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

I do not think
we should receive

Mr. Heathcliff anymore.

Whatever you wish, my dear.

- [Isabella breathing shakily]
- [Cathy] Hmm.

[Earnshaw]
Poor little Heathcliff.

[thunder crashing]

I'm in no mood
for you tonight.

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

[kisses]

There is gin
on the side table.

Let that be your companion.

Oh? Oh, thank you, dear boy.

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

[chuckles]

It's a grim joke, my boy.

[chuckles] Is it not?

My dream in bringing you here

was to make
a gentleman of you.

Uh, and now, to look at us...
[chuckles]

...who could tell
which was which?

[chuckles] Mmm.

It still is...
It's not enough, is it?

Not for her.

[laughs]

You're still just her pet.

You'll only ever be her pet.
[laughs]

[melancholic music playing]

[Nelly] Joseph?

- [breathing heavily]
- [Heathcliff] Catherine.

- Is he in there? Is he? Is he?
- Don't.

[sighs]

[sobs]

[sobbing]

[softly]
I'm sorry, Papa. I'm sorry.

[sobs]

[sighs]

[sniffles]

[softly] I'm sorry.

[Cathy sobs, breathes shakily]

- [sniffles]
- Cath...

- Please. Please.
- [sobs]

[breathing heavily]

[Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

- Cath.
- Do not follow me.

Wait.

Leave me alone.

- Cath!
- Leave me alone.

You're wet.

I am not.

- You're cold.
- I am not!

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

- [grunting]
- It will be yours!

[both grunting]

- No! No! Put me down!
- [Heathcliff grunts]

You must put me down! [grunts]

[both grunt]

[both grunting]

Do not hit me.

I only mean to keep you dry,
you wretched shrew.

I hate you.

What are you doing? Do not...

[both breathing heavily]

[Cathy grunts]

[Heathcliff grunts]

[Cathy breathes shakily]

I should not have kicked him.
That was bad.

I can only admire
your restraint

in limiting it to twice.

The rain will not last, Cath.
There is some blue yet.

[Cathy sighs]

You and I both know
there is none.

[sighs]

Why did you leave me?

I thought it would kill me,
Heathcliff.

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 degrade you
to marry me.

No, I... No.

No, Heathcliff, I...

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

[softly]
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?

Oh, for 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.

[Cathy sighs]

And in breaking it,
you've broken mine.

[breathing shakily]

[melancholic music continues]

So kiss me again.

And let us both be damned.

[Edgar] "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:

and ye shall find rest
unto your souls.

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

[Nelly] Cathy.

- Catherine.
- Hmm?

You will be careful,
won't you?

Does Heathcliff know?

I do not know what you mean.

That you are with child.

No.

[sighs]

["Funny Mouth" by Charli xcx
playing]

I love you.

[softly] I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

I love you.

[both breathing heavily,
moaning]

Quick. Be quick. Quick.

I know.

[song continues]

[Cathy moans]

[breathing heavily]

[Cathy sighs]
This cannot go on.

Who says so?

My conscience.

Then do not listen.

You are not married.

You cannot feel the flames
at your feet.

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

Do not jest.

Do not.

[moans]

[Cathy sighs]

Heathcliff, do not...

I hate you.

[Cathy breathes heavily]

Well, I love you.

[both breathing heavily]

Go.

- Very well.
- [chuckling softly]

Tomorrow?

I thought we must stop?

[sighs]

I have to go.

- No. [groans]
- Yes.

[Cathy sighs]

Cath? Cath, what is it?

Nothing. Only I am so happy.

- I love you.
- Don't say it.

I love you.

[Heathcliff moans]

You'll kill me.

- I love you.
- Don't say it.

- I love you. I love you.
- Don't say it.

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.

[sighs]
I wish I had 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...

I always thought you did.

How could I?

Because Nelly saw me.

[ominous music playing]

You will find
another position, Nelly.

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 you knew.

And 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, Nelly?

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.

[breathing shakily]

[ominous music continues]

[breathing heavily]

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 feet.

But I think it's best 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.

[breathes shakily]

What are you reading?

Oh, j-just s-some
silly nonsense.

[Cathy chuckles]

- [glass cracks]
- [Cathy gasps]

What on earth was that?

[unsettling music playing]

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 will make you
feel better.

Where are you?
I know you are here.

Are you mad?
You've broken the window.

You have to go.

Where were you?

Heathcliff,
you do not understand.

Catherine,
is everything all right?

[Cathy] Yes, my love.

Well, come back inside.

He cannot see us.

- Are you sure?
- Do not-- [gasps, grunts]

No, no. You mustn't.

I mustn't?

Wasn't that your tongue
in my mouth, Cathy?

I'll set the dogs on you.

And every bite will be
a pleasure coming from you.

[both breathing heavily]

- [Cathy gasps]
- [Edgar] Enough.

Come on. Back inside.

[Cathy] Sorry, darling.

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

I like the cold.

Yes, but our son may not.

[breathes shakily]

[wind howling]

[Heathcliff] Tell me.

[gasps]

Is it mine?

[sighs]

It is not. [breathes shakily]

How can you be sure?

I was sure
before your return.

I'm sorry.

It is Edgar's child.

Did you think I would mind?

Did you think
it would stop me?

Indeed, I only would have
enjoyed it more.

You fiend.

- I'm amazed he had it in him.
- [breathes shakily]

I'm amazed
he would dare touch you.

You would be shocked at
the things Edgar dares to do.

- Would I?
- It would make you blush.

- Is that right? [grunts]
- [breathing heavily]

It would make even Joseph
and Zillah blush,

what he does to me.

[Heathcliff breathes heavily]

And that is how
you found yourself

- in this squalid condition.
- [inhales sharply]

Yes.

[breathes heavily]

I'm amazed
it didn't happen sooner.

He barely lets me sleep.

[softly] He cannot keep
his hands off me.

[both breathing shakily]

- He loves me so much.
- You liar.

He does. He loves me.

And you love him.

More than anything.

More than anyone.
I love him so.

I've never loved anyone else.

You bitch.

[both chuckle]

[both moaning,
breathing heavily]

- This is how you love him?
- Yes.

- This is how you love him?
- Yes.

- This is how you love him?
- Yes.

[both moaning,
breathing heavily]

- I'll kill him. Yeah.
- Oh, God, yes.

- I'll crush his ribs.
- Yes.

I'll tear his heart out.

I'll slit his throat.

I'll drink his fucking blood.

- [Cathy moaning]
- [Heathcliff grunting]

[both breathing heavily]

[Heathcliff grunts, sighs]

Would you really kill him?

[Heathcliff breathing heavily]

I'll go to his room directly,
and I'll break his neck.

Tell me to do it.

- [Cathy gasps]
- Make me do it.

[both breathing heavily]

Oh, God.

I said that you
would degrade me.

I did not know
that I would degrade myself.

It's only a little shame,
Cath. It will not last.

Let me go.
Let me go, Heathcliff.

Listen to me.
This cannot go on.

Heathcliff, it is done.

You don't mean it.

It is done.

I love you.

It doesn't matter.

I love you. [kisses]

[breathes shakily] I love you.

It is too late.

You are too late.

No.

I'll never forgive you.

[Cathy sobs]

[mumbling]

- [window bangs]
- [gasps]

[wind howling]

[Isabella breathes shakily]

Do you know how this works?

Would you like me to show you?

[Isabella breathes shakily]

Cathy was right.

I am rough

and cruel

and cold and unfeeling.

Do you want me to stop?

[breathes shakily]

I do not love you.

I will never love you.

I will treat you abominably.

Do you want me to stop?

[grunts, breathes shakily]

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 whimpers,
breathes shakily]

Do you want me to stop?

No.

[breathes heavily]

- [Nelly] Isabella?
- [knocking on door]

[Nelly]
Is everything all right?

Ugh. Filthy creature.

[bride crying]

Will you stop crying?

[groom] 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.

[Cathy] She is a fool.

[Edgar]
I can bear much, Catherine.

But I will not stand for you
weeping over that fiend

in front of me.

It is enough.
All right? Enough.

[registrar]
Are you free to marry?

Yes.

Congratulations. You may
kiss the bride, etcetera.

[Cathy] 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.

[sobs]

[Nelly]
This is indecent, Cathy.

Pull yourself together.

[sobbing]

[Isabella] Dear Nelly,

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?

[snipping]

[Isabella] If so, is he mad?

If not, is he a devil?

[Isabella grunts]

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

which I am incapable
of breaking.

Oh, s-sorry, sir.

[Heathcliff] Do not worry,
Joseph, you can stay.

You shall not bother us.

Is that not so, Isabella?

[Isabella] He is monstrous.

Diabolical.

Possessed.

[breathes shakily]

[Isabella] Help me, Nelly.

How goes your search
for a position?

It does not.
Edgar has forbidden it.

[Cathy] Hmm. Has he?

Once again,

my despair seems to be
your good fortune, Nelly.

I hope it soothes you
to blame me.

[door closes]

[Cathy sighs]

I told you
they would not read it.

[Heathcliff] Well, the letter
was not shocking enough,

or Nelly would've shown them.

I thought
it was quite harrowing.

It could not have been,
or they would respond.

[glass shatters]

Well, if you doubt
my competence,

then why don't you
write a letter?

[gasps]

Oh, no... You can't.

[Heathcliff] Hmm.

[tense music playing]

Write another...

to Cathy directly.

And then you
will be nice to me.

Then I will be
very nice to you.

[Isabella clears throat,
sniffs]

[Edgar] 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 Heights.

She wishes most fervently
to see you.

[Edgar breathes shakily]

Well, 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.

[unsettling music playing]

[thunder rumbling]

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.

[sighs]

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

If you say so.

- [tableware rattles]
- 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 my name.

I named him. He is mine.

[sighs]

[barking]

[Heathcliff]
Oh, shut up. It's Catherine.

Oh, Nelly. What do you want?

What is this?

It's nothing.
She has been insolent.

[barks]

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 says so 100 times a day.
[chuckles]

And yet...

Isabella, if I leave you alone
for half a day,

won't you come sighing
and wheedling back to me?

[panting]

She's a funny creature, Nelly.
No brutality disgusts her.

No, I 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?

Nelly, I am home.

[Edgar speaking indistinctly]

[pensive music playing]

[Heathcliff]
Write to Cathy again.

She cannot ignore me forever.

[Cathy] Have any letters
come for me, Nelly?

[Nelly] None at all.

[sighs]

[Heathcliff] Cathy,
let us call a truce now.

For this silence
will kill us both.

[breathing shakily]

[Heathcliff] I will wait for you
every day and every night.

Why do you not respond?

I love you. I love you.

I love you.

[gasps]

[young Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

[Cathy breathing shakily]

[young Heathcliff] Cathy!

Cathy!

[gasps]

[breathing shakily]

Cathy, why did you do it?

[Cathy] I am sorry.

I am sorry.

[Cathy sobs]

[Nelly sighs]

[Nelly grunting]

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.

- [laughing]
- Get out of bed.

Get out of bed.
Get out of bed.

[Cathy chuckles]

Ah, Nelly has
played traitor again.

Nelly is my hidden enemy.

[Cathy chuckles]

[laughs]

[breathing heavily]
What the devil is it?

"Theatrics," Nelly? These are
the signs of septicemia.

[Nelly] She said the baby died
some time ago.

I thought it was a pretense.

[Edgar] "A pretense"?

Then you are a torturer.

For God's sake.

Sir.

[Edgar] 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?

[Cathy] No, no.

[softly] No, don't go.
Please, Nelly.

[melancholic music playing]

I think I must.

Whatever it was,

I'm sure you did not mean it.

Oh...

But I think I did.

[sniffles]

I won't tell.

I won't tell.

Nelly...

Yes?

[whispering indistinctly]

[melancholic music continues]

[shouting]

[shouting]

[shivering]
Heathcliff... Heathcliff...

I said you would kill me.

Look.

[shivering, panting]

[softly] No, no, no.

No, you will be well
by tomorrow.

Hmm? Hmm?

Think of the number of times
you have claimed to be dying.

Thousands at least.

[crying, breathing shakily]

I've never believed you.

And I won't today.

You are fine.

You will be fine.

[melancholic music continues]

[no audible dialogue]

[Edgar] I'm sorry.

Get off me. I'll kill you.

Heathcliff, do not.

You do not want to see...

[pensive music playing]

[shakily] Oh, no.

No, no, no.

[breathing shakily]

Heathcliff...

What?

Cathy? Cathy?

Wha...

Get the doctor!
For God's sake,

somebody get the doctor!

[sniffles]

[softly] You are all right.
You are fine.

My love, my love.

My darling pain.

Only do not go. No.

[crying] No, no, do not go.

It is unutterable.

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

You... You said I killed you.

Haunt me then.
[breathing shakily]

Be with me always.

Take any form.

Drive me mad.

[sniffles]

Only please do not leave me

in this abyss
where I cannot find you.

[young Cathy] Heathcliff...

I'm sorry.

[young Heathcliff
breathing shakily]

Don't be sorry.

Don't ever be sorry
for me, Cathy.

For I would do it
again and again.

[romantic music playing]

[young Cathy]
Then we're doomed.

What can I do?

[young Heathcliff] Nothing.

Just stay with me.

[whispering] Cathy?

Cathy, are you awake?

Cathy?

[breathing deeply]

Catherine Earnshaw...

I will love you
until the day that I die...

and forever after.

["Always Everywhere"
by Charli xcx playing]

[song ends]

["Dying For You"
by Charli xcx playing]

[song fades out]