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You do not know me, Nellie.

Look!

I'm not a stranger.

Is it really you, is it?

Yes.

Heathcliff.

Are they at home? Where is she? Is she here?

Speak.

Speak.

Yeah, Nellie?

What is it?

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

When I heard you know I have, I thought I'd never see you again.

Why didn't you believe that I would return?

I'm hungry, my love.

I don't know.

I hope I wear these glasses.

I'm going to get a dream tomorrow.

And I'll be able to believe that I've seen and touched and spoken to you once

more. When can we be alone?

When?

The master would like you to bring your guest in, madam.

He thinks it unseemly for you to be standing out here with a gentleman.

Edgar!

Edgar!

Heathcliff's come back! Well, well done.

Strangle me for that. I know you didn't like him yet, but I think you must be

friends now.

Try to be glad without being absurd.

The whole household need not witness the sight of your welcoming a runaway

servant as a brother.

Look who I discovered in the hall.

Has Mr Heathcliff not changed beyond all recognition, Edgar?

Not entirely, no.

Sit down, sir.

Mrs Linton, recalling old times, would have me give you a cordial reception,

of course I am gratified when anything occurs to please my wife. Your wife? Oh,

yes.

I heard you married only yesterday.

A pity you did not come sooner, Mr Heathcliff.

You could have made merry at the celebrations.

I am not much of a one for making merry, Miss Isabella.

Too busy making your fortune, no doubt.

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

I can see by your bearing and your dress that you've not spent your time away

from us trading horses and reading fortunes, as some might think.

That much is true.

and how you have made your money, Mr Heathcliff.

The same way as any man, by taking advantage of other men's weaknesses.

You must forgive Heathcliff, Mr Linton.

He always liked to provoke.

Cathy, unless we are to have cold tea, I am thirsty, and Mr Heathcliff will have

a long walk wherever he may lodge tonight.

Not so far, really. I'm still at the heights.

Hindley invited me this morning when I called.

Hindley invited you, really?

Yes, I was called to inquire about Miss Earnshaw.

Oh, sorry, I mean Mrs Linton.

Pray no fear of the consequence of affixing your dwelling with your ancient

persecutor. I think my strong head will keep me from danger.

And your brother can hardly be made morally worse than he already is now,

he?

I always imagined that you might end up marrying Hindley.

Mrs. Isabella. Me?

I think not.

Not nearly handsome enough.

Isabella has a suitor.

I would hardly call Mr. Brennan a suitor.

Well, as I'm sure Cathy will tell you, the female heart can feel a sudden and

irresistible attraction towards the most unlikely of men.

Wouldn't you agree?

Edgar.

I know what my own heart tells me, and that is all any man needs to know, as

as I can tell.

Well, it seems we have all grown wiser in the years of my absence.

Indeed, sir.

I hope that is true.

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

Ayrton, who has taught you these fine manners, eh?

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

Where is he?

Out on the moors.

He's expecting some land I have for sale.

He imagines he outflanks me.

He will destroy you.

He pays me good rent.

For living here?

For sleeping in your old room.

A horsewhip for you and a fiddle for me.

What?

You don't remember, do you?

Why did you not come sooner? I've waited weeks to see you.

A married woman?

Have you moved when he's molested and remarked upon?

You've made yourself a pretty prison, have you not, by being too impatient to

marry? You gave me not a word.

In three years, not one indication whether you were alive or dead.

When I heard that you were to marry, I had one thought in my head. I would

return.

Have one glimpse of your face.

Settle my score with Hindley, then prevent the law by executing myself. Now

fear she'll have stuck to my cause. When you were now with the Marine, he didn't

return to stop me from taking such a step.

You'd already betrayed me with your heart.

He returned on my wedding day to punish me.

Look in your eyes.

My God, I think it's Gil.

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

You've laid with Edgar, haven't you?

He's my husband. You think your pretend marriage matters to me?

How am I to look at you?

How am I to touch you on these milky, feeble hands of elders I'm holding you

now? You disgust me. I'm sorry, I'm sorry.

How about a game of three, though?

Hmm?

You call it.

You win it all back.

Every penny.

What if I recall wrong?

I take you to the yard, strip you of your shirt and flog you.

Just as you flog me.

Three for that.

I think it's near the daylight out there. We'd probably best be going in.

No, no, so I bring you in the night in...

Pumped with cash, right to the plug -in.

I think it's only good money that you stay until Hindley's faded.

What do you say, Hindley?

My cash.

Against the skin on your back?

And my blood.

Why not?

Why not?

Call it.

It's real.

It hurts.

Stop!

Behind the table door you will find a whip.

Oil each tail so they do not snag in his open wounds.

I think perhaps you've humiliated him enough, Mr Heathcliff.

I cannot feel any satisfaction for the humiliation I have eaved upon him so

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

The lad is a thinkabout hater.

You were a good man, so.

A good man.

I could have been a good man once, but then I'm a hindi.

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

Gentlemen, thank you for diverting evening.

See you soon.

Perhaps now the weather grows finer, we'll see some more of Mr Heathcliff.

I think Mr Heathcliff has satisfied his curiosity, and from now on we'll see

very little of him.

That is a shame.

Why so?

Because I liked him, and I desired his company.

Surely you do not covet the admiration of Heathcliff?

I hope I've misunderstood you, Isabella.

You've not misunderstood me. You cannot consider him an agreeable person. You

are a dog in the manger, Cathy, and desire no one to be loved but yourself.

That is enough.

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

apologise.

You would come in the end?

Is Miss Isabella at home?

Miss Isabella?

Is she home?

Now, come.

I like it too well to let you absolutely seize and devour her up.

Besides, I would not approve.

You would not approve?

You who have treated me infernally, infernally do you hear? And if you

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

Darling, don't speak like that. And if you think I can be consoled by sweet

words, you are an idiot.

So I will ask you again.

It's Miss Isabel, I don't...

Heathcliff,

I am proud to show you at last somebody who dotes on you more than myself.

Sister, dear, I really... I'm sure that my poor little sister is breaking her

heart by mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

Cathy, this is... It's most unfair.

Be kind enough to excuse me.

Cathy forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances.

And what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression.

You had no reason to treat the poor girl in such a manner.

Do not fret.

I would as soon as put a canary in the park on a winter's day than recommend

be so hard on you.

There would be a certain symmetry, though, but there not in...

Miss Isabella Hinton and I becoming lovers.

Perhaps your fortune has changed you.

Well, my fortune has changed me in every regard.

Except one.

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

What is this?

This is an agreement that Mr Heathcliff has the first option to purchase any

more land and buildings you may wish to sell.

This is the balance of the account, sir.

Joseph!

Saddle up, would you?

I'll find a game in the bowl whilst my luck is changed.

Had I known I could ruin that man in the space of a few months, I would have

come back sooner.

I thought I would never find this place.

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

She could find her way up here in the dark.

Is this the place you bring all your sweethearts?

Only Cathy before you.

Is that how it's always going to be?

Cathy before me?

I saw a spirit in you last time I saw you at the Granges, about as it stayed

with me.

It is as though your brother has a woman's gentleness and you have all the

fight.

I cannot tell whether you are flattering me or not.

Anything you hear about me is bad.

You see some good in me.

So why would you be here?

Perhaps I'm attracted to the bad in you.

No, do not make a joke of it.

A person who sees the good in me is a sensation I experience so rarely that it

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

I knew you were a man who presented a darkness to the world because that is

protected you best.

And I know your soul must be in torment for you to believe such a thing.

You were tired of being received here, and you wish Edgar to draw the bolts

against you.

God forbid he should try. Go keep him meek and patient.

I love Heathcliff more than you have ever loved Edgar, and he might love me

you would let him.

I know he could never love a Linton, and yet he's quite capable of marrying you

to hurt me. He that's good has told me. I don't believe you.

What is it to you?

I have a right to kill her. If she chooses me, you have no right to object.

I am not your husband.

There's no need for you to be jealous. You like Isabella, you shall marry her.

But do you like her, Heathcliff? Tell the truth.

Answer me.

Answer me!

I imagine you wish me to marry Isabella. Come on.

Take her. If it pleases you. You clearly prefer the bliss of inflicting misery

to the bliss of our love.

It is insufferable.

It is disgraceful that you should own him for a friend and force his company

me.

Is that how you call it, sir?

I have so far been forbearing with you, sir.

Your presence is a moral...

Poison that would contaminate the most virtuous.

For that cause and to prevent worse consequences, I shall deny you hereafter

admission into this house.

Cathy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull.

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

I require your instant departure.

One minute's delay will render it involuntary and ignominious.

No, I will not move until I hear an apology from you.

Apology? After constant indulgence of both men, I earn for thanks two samples

blinding gratitude.

Edgar, I was defending you and yours. Peggy, please get out of my way.

Apologise. Get out of my way. Make an apology or allow yourself to be beaten.

All I want is your happiness.

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

Indeed, I can only attribute your spite and venom and betrayal to some

unfathomable damage deep inside your heart. To think anything else is to

so badly of you that I cannot bear it.

Well, I must compliment you on your taste, Captain.

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

remain where you are, Cathy.

I shall not stay, but I wish just to learn whether, after this day's event,

intend to continue your intimacy. For mercy's sake, just let us hear no more

it. Get rid of me. Answer my question.

Will you give up Heathcliff hereafter, or will you give up me?

It is impossible to be my friend and his at the same time, and I absolutely

require to know which you choose. You cannot make me choose. I demand it. If I

choose to remain friends with him.

Then I shall ask you to leave this house.

May I speak?

Just chastise me for my weakness and mock me for my kindness. If you hear me

and you still want me to leave, then I shall relinquish any claim I have on

Very well.

If you cast me out, you shall cast out both your wife and your child. I am with

child, Edgar.

child.

I came to you.

So I see.

Though after your brother's threats and entreaties I had rather you didn't.

He has after all threatened my life.

Cathy is with child.

You are lying.

How did I put you up to this?

Sir.

Any loyalty I feel in this is entirely to you.

That is why I've come here, to tell you this.

Even though he warned me that if I was insane enough to encourage what he calls

my worthless suitor, he will dissolve all bonds of relationship between him

me.

Yet, as you see, I am here.

Feed and water the horse has been bedding down.

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

Could you... my fastenings?

She's gone.

Isabella has gone. She's run off with Mr Heathcliff.

This is not true. It cannot be. The lad who fetches the milk told me they were

spotted two miles out of Gimmerton and have checked her room and her bed is not

slept in so they have a day's start.

How will you catch up with them?

She went of her own accord. She had a right to go if she pleased.

No, master, she is bewitched.

Hereafter, she is only my sister in name.

Not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

And who will tell the mistress at this turn of events?

No one.

Since Isabella is no longer a member of her family, she'll needn't be troubled

by news of her.

You're deceiving me!

I promised the master that I would not tell you. I thought it might help you to

accept your new life if you knew what Heathcliff... I knew what?

That Heathcliff's betrayed me, that he's put a knife through my heart!

Give over. I can't talk.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's okay.

It's all right.

You were dreaming.

Stay with me, Nellie.

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

And that wind rattling into the lattice.

Do let me feel it.

It comes straight down the moor. Let me have... Let me have one breath.

And will Heathcliff return?

I don't know, no.

If he felt anything for you, he would never return and let you be.

Now try and put him out of your mind.

I cannot, Nellie.

I cannot.

You will not let me.

Where are we going?

Although it may not appear to be the case, I have tried over these past four

months to make myself love you.

But I cannot.

What is preventing such a thing from happening?

I think you know.

Nevertheless, I would like to hear you say her name.

Your eyes detestably resemble your brother's.

A dove's eyes, an angel's eyes.

So I cannot bear to look at them without wishing you ill.

I abandoned my elegancies, my comforts, and my friends of my former home to

marry you.

You married me under delusion.

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

You shall go home, but not to the Grange. The Heights will be your home.

And you will not be disgracing me by rambling abroad.

I cannot allow that.

Surely in your heart you feel some pity.

I have no pity.

I have no pity.

Is he coming back then?

I thought he had gone for good.

We came just now, but he left me, and as I don't know where he is... Be sure to

lock your door.

I cannot resist going up there with this every night, trying his door.

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

What is it?

I am tired after my journey.

I'll show you to your room.

My room?

I'll leave you in here.

What news is there of Cathy?

Mrs. Linton has not been well.

She will never be like she was, but her life is spared.

And if you really have a regard for her, then you'll shun crossing her way

again. I must exact from you a promise that you will get me an interview with

her.

I say you must not.

And you never shall through my means. She's too weak.

Consent or refuse, I will see her.

You know as well as I do for every thought she spends on Edgar, she spends

thousand on me.

And if I thought it were otherwise, two words would comprehend my future death.

And hell.

Do not persist in this, sir.

For I shall be obliged to inform my master, and he shall take measures to

his house.

Who did he feed today, Nellie?

No -one in particular.

Joseph at church, of course, out praying the bishop as usual.

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

You have too much imagination and I have too little.

Well, it makes sense of you some days.

I know that he's back.

I can feel him closer. There's no use in trying to deceive me.

Why am I so changed?

Well, you eat so little and you will not drink and you've made yourself weak.

I wish I were outdoors.

I wish I were a girl again.

Half savage, hardy and free.

Oh, God.

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

You're blessed, if only you could see it.

Open the window wide again.

Open it.

I will not give you a death of cold.

I'm not helpless yet.

I can do it myself.

I think she will have headed off to the crack, sir. If we waste time going

there, then you are wrong.

Look, it's where she went as a child. It was a favourite place for her. Both of

them.

Thank you.

And I'll come home.

Yes.

Yes, you're home, you're home.

We were one of these mores for all eternity.

I thought you'd forgotten me.

You know I could as soon as forget you as my own existence.

What about Edgar and... There's no Edgar.

There's no Hindley.

It's just you and I.

Damn you, she's here.

The pneumonia has a grip on our lungs.

She has neither the constitution nor, it seems, the will to recover.

Hell, is that all you can say? Is there nothing you can do? Be a miracle and

keep her alive till she's gone full term.

I believe that the child is not born tonight.

Neither will survive.

Dear sweet

Edgar, why could you not love someone worthy of

your affection and gentleness?

You know, our child will be loved and cherished, do you not?

We're not too deep.

Our child shall wander the moors and be free, as any child must with your blood

running through their veins.

When I was a child, my father went on a trip, and he asked me and my

sister what presents we would like.

I chose a fiddle, and my sister, already a good rider, asked for a new

whip.

But when he returned, he did not bring us what we had asked for.

He had brought you instead.

Kathy is dying.

And you grew and grew like a big, fat cuckoo. And now look at

you, sitting there, as if you are already master of the house.

Your sister is dying.

Kathy is dying.

You do not fool me, Heathcliff.

You wear your finer feelings.

Like you wear those gentleman's clothes badly.

You are nothing more than a gypsy bastard.

And so your love for Kathy can only be a pretend love. And your grief for her a

pretense.

Don't you say her name.

Don't you say her name.

You say her name.

You say her name.

You say her name.

You say her name. You say her name.

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

I am leaving now.

I think it fair that you let me leave unmolested.

Go on, go on.

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

I see that now.

So I think I owe you a queer sort of gratitude that you spared me your love

its murderous effect.

you let me see Kathy, I must have to find my way in.

She is weak.

She's dying. And you know she would wish to see me.

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

Let me die in your arms.

Don't leave me.

Don't leave.

Edgar.

Edgar.

to see you again.

I beg your forgiveness.

Forgiveness?

I have nothing to forgive you.

Then you are not angry.

I am not angry.

I am sorry to have lost you, especially as I can never think you will be happy.

I'm carrying his child, Edgar.

How could I make amends? If you should really wish to oblige me, then return to

the villain you married and persuade him to leave the country.

Do not close your heart to me.

Do not close your heart!

The servants are returning from church. My master will not be far behind.

I shall not go, I tell you. For heaven's sakes, just go for one hour. I will

come to you when the master leaves the house, please.

Not for one minute.

You must. Mr Edgar will be up immediately.

I promised her this will be the last time.

She begged me to stay. She does not know what she says.

What in God's name? Let's draw a fiend. You will take her. You will take her and

you will comfort her.

I shall not refuse

to go out of doors.

But I will stay in the garden.

And mind you, keep to your word, Nellie.

I shall be in the little arched trees.

Nellie, send for Dr. Kenneth. Now send for him, woman.

The breathing is shallow.

Let's pray for our baby.

She's dead.

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

Stop snivelling before me.

Damn you all, she wants none of your tears.

Yes, she's dead.

Gone to heaven, I hope. Oh, did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch.

Your pride cannot blind God.

How did she die?

She lay with a sweet smile on her face and her baby at her breast.

Well, this bastard lived, then.

Cathy's life closed in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly in the other world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer I've repeated to my tongue's servants.

Cathy Earnshaw, may you not rest.

Not while I'm living.

You bet I'd kill you.

Hold me then.

Be with me always.

Take any form to drive me mad, but don't...

So I cannot find you.

Being married will not be such a bad thing, will it, Catherine?

I'm going to see my father.

Miss Lockwood was your mother.

I hope you'll be a dutiful daughter.

I defy you to frighten me.

I hope you've heard how your wife speaks to you, Linton.

If you cannot take her in hand, perhaps I'll have to do so myself.

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

Mr Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you.

And however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of thinking

that your cruelty rises from your greater misery.

Nellie! Nellie! Is he still alive?

Yes. Yes, my angel, he is.

Oh, forgive me. Please forgive me.

to forgive.

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

Do you love Linton?

Will he make you happy?

He will make me very happy, Father.

Mr. Heathcliff has said that we shall live here, Linton and I together, and we

will fill the house with children and happiness.

Then I can go to her.

I'm paying the loyal service to the last, are we?

Make a case to get my daughter's things together. Don't oblige me to compel you.

Why not let Catherine continue here?

Sir must have lent them to her.

I'm seeking another tenant for the Grange.

Aren't my children about me to be sure?

You are on my property.

Stand to one side.

That's not the constable on you.

This is Green. My solicitor will give each of you a notice to quit.

Put it down there.

It's cold up here.

Perhaps you should come down and sit by the fire for a few moments.

Just while Linton sleeps.

Stay up here.

Brought your book.

Ellie says you might like it.

Thought you might be in need of distraction.

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

Just while Winston sleeps.

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

Thank you.

Blackwing, funny bird.

It wheels off your head on more when it's trying to get to his nest.

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

That's when we could.

Being to my solicitor, Linton has bequeathed me all of his estate.

When he dies, you will be destitute.

You'll have no need for books.

If I'm as poor as you say, then I have every need of books to help me escape my

miserable fate.

What a hideous tyrant.

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

What was I supposed to have done?

What was I supposed to have done?

Stand up to the fiend. How would you like it if I abused your father? He's

your father.

Tindley was your father and Heathcliff ruined him and drove him to an early

grave. Heathcliff showed me more love than my father.

Yes, so that he could trick you out of your rightful inheritance.

Don't speak of Heathcliff like that.

I'd rather you would abuse me. Very well.

I thought your dumb state was down to your upbringing.

But now I see it's the state you prefer, much like a dog or a cart horse.

And if ever needed proof, it is your cowardice in not standing to that man.

You're a damned liar.

Why have I made him angry by taking your part then? A hundred times.

That shall have nothing to do with you and your mucky pride and your damned

mocking tricks.

I shall go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways at you again.

Is that true?

What Hairton said about taking my part?

It's taken beatings for you, that is true.

Why does he insist on defending Heathcliff?

Because he is attached to him by ties stronger than reason can break.

And it's cruel of you to try and loosen them.

Oh, my love.

Oh, my house, darling.

I ask you once more.

Please let me in.

And by agony.

Let me in.

Let me in.

Let me in. Let me in.

Hold him, my love.

Hold him.

Hold me, my love.

Hold me.

You must come you

must come

My husband.

Your son.

He's dead.

My son.

Linton.

Linton is dead.

Our Father, who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name.

Thy kingdom come, thy will be done, on earth as it is in heaven.

How do you feel?

How do you feel, Catherine?

He's safe and I'm free.

I'm sorry.

And I am sorry.

The things I said to you did not mean it.

I was miserable and bitter at everybody.

And I would like you to forgive me.

It's Catherine, are you?

She was upstairs.

Picked some flowers from over at Grains.

Oh, did you?

Seemed the same to waste them.

They were left at the summer.

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

He can't hurt me.

I think even he knows that.

I thought we could be friends.

Even though you'll be ashamed of me.

I will not be.

I think I would like a friend.

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

How she loved Heathcliff.

What are you two doing in here?

I wanted to feel close to what is left of my family.

I'm the only person to blame. Hairton stayed with me at my insistence. And who

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

And who ordered you to obey her?

You shouldn't goodge me one room when you have taken everything from me. You

insolent slut.

You never had anything.

If you strike me, Hairton will strike you.

And if Hairton doesn't turn you out of this room?

I will strike him back to hell.

Hattie, take her.

Take her and leave me.

All of you, leave me now.

She must learn to avoid putting me in a passion.

You once told me love would only bring me grief and pain and suffering.

I've seen nothing in my life to change that opinion otherwise.

You misled me.

Not purposely, I don't suppose, but you were wrong.

That is true.

Then my whole life's endeavours have been wrong too.

Is that what you would have me believe?

I would have you believe whatever brings you peace.

Would that not be a poor conclusion?

An absurd termination to my violent exertions?

I feel for you in such a variety of ways.

In the first place, your startling likeness to Cathy.

Fearfully connected you with her, but then what is not connected with her to

What does not recall her?

The entire world is a dreadful collection of memoranda that she did

that I have lost her.

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

I hope not.

I never felt strong there.

I think first you should kiss me for minding so well.

Five kisses if you read it through with no further blunders.

No. No.

No. No.