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Mr. Heathcliff?

I'm Lockwood, your new tenant, sir, at Rushcross Grange.

I'll do myself the honor of calling as soon as possible.

I hope I've not inconvenienced you in my arrival.

I should not allow anyone to inconvenience me if I could hinder it.

I do wonder why you should select the thick of a storm to ramble about in.

From thy bounty, through Christ our Lord.

I don't think it possible for me to get home without a guide.

Perhaps you could spare one of your lads.

No, I could not.

I don't keep accommodations for strangers.

I shall sleep in a chair.

A stranger is a stranger.

If you wish to stay, you can share a bed with either Harriton or Joseph.

Let this be a lesson for you, Mr. Lockwood.

To not go on any more ramblings on the moors.

I can go with him as far as the park.

Go to hell.

My master has an odd notion about this room.

Kathy?

You... Oh, no!

Come back to me Come back

This

whole house is swarming with ghosts and goblins

If that little fiend would have got in, she would have strangled me, searched my

soul away.

I'm not a fanciful man, ma'am, nor a dishonest one.

I saw her with my own eyes and felt her with my very own hands.

Who was she?

You have lived in this neighbourhood a considerable time, have you not?

All my life, sir.

First here, and then at the Grange, where my mistress was married. The

master retained me for his housekeeper until he passed away.

Followed my second mistress here.

Indeed. Then you have seen a good many alterations.

Aye. And a lot of troubles, too.

You knew her.

This... Kathy.

And Mr. Heathcliff.

He knew her as well.

He loved her, dare I say.

He is a rather churlish man.

He must have led a tumultuous life to make him such a rough fellow.

Do you know anything of his history?

I know all about it, Mr. Lockwood.

save for the circumstances of his birth and how he got his fortune

it would be a terrible

deed to tell me something of my neighbour's misdeed it's not a joyous

tale there's not room for smiles or laughter so much just tears and remorse

i should like to hear it still

Thirty years ago, when I took over my mother's position as housekeeper at

Wother Knights, Mr. Earnshaw, Cathy's father, was to return from Liverpool

that evening. We all eagerly awaited his arrival because he was to bring a

present for all of us. A riding whip for Cathy, a fiddle for Brother Ridley.

Your father is studying.

And some apples and pears for you.

I can see that.

Catherine, give your father a rest. He's had a long journey.

I've brought you something.

What did you bring?

See here.

Oh, what is it? A gift from God.

A gift from the devil, more like.

Quiet, girl.

I found him starving in the streets of Liverpool.

It was a Christian thing to do to bring him home. How can you fashion to bring

this gypsy brat into our home when we have our own children to feed and fend

for? I couldn't let him starve.

Why not? Can't he more of his kind do?

What's so special about this, this dark-haired foundling?

He's not my blood any more than he is yours.

But he will be our son.

And Hindley. And Kathy's brother.

Uneasy conversion, no doubt.

Kathy!

Do you want to know what I brought you?

Yes.

I brought you Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

Heathcliff?

Yes.

You've named this after our brother?

It is a befitting name.

You hardly knew your brother, and Cathy was only a twinkle in my eye when he

passed.

Nelly, wash him in vitamins and clothes.

The rest of us will go to bed.

Come.

Dear God, thank you for your mercy.

And thank you for this bounty we are about to receive.

And dear God, thank you for the gift of Heathcliff.

Amen. Amen.

From the very beginning, Eightcliff brought bad feelings in the house.

Two years later, Mrs. Earnshaw died.

Without ever seeing Eightcliff as anything but her husband's ill-begotten

bastard.

After the mistress's death, Henley began to view his father as an oppressor

rather than a friend. On Heathcliff, as an usurper of his father's affections.

That's right. You've got to keep that nice and clean, otherwise the powder

will ignite.

Very good. All right, see if you can put that back down.

Heathcliff and Cathy became inseparable.

There wasn't a place where one went where the other didn't follow.

You're a dirty gypsy, Heathcliff.

I hate you.

Finally, our curate advised Mr. Earnshaw to send Indley to college.

Mr. Earnshaw agreed, but he never thought Indley would thrive, no matter

where he wandered. I never believed.

I was the only one who truly cared for Handley until the night of his

departure.

It seemed I would be the only one who would regret his absence.

Kathy.

Why can't you always be a good lass?

Why can't you always be a good man, father?

Father?

Father!

Time for bed.

Nellie!

Time for your prayers, mister.

Take Kathy to bed. Thank you. Help me to bed.

That's Dr. Kenneth.

Always be with everyone, Heathcliff.

Forever again.

Tell me, Heathcliff.

Where did you come from?

I don't remember.

I don't remember anything before you.

I think you're a prince in disguise.

Your father was the Emperor of China.

And your mother was an Indian queen.

And you were kidnapped by wicked sailors and brought to England.

You're worried everything will change once Hindley returns, aren't you?

Well, with father dead, he does end the heights.

I won't have much to protect me but my own wits.

I shall protect you.

My brother won't touch a single black hair on your head.

No one dare try to take you away from me.

No you from me.

no parson in the world ever pictured heaven so beautifully as they did and

i could not help wishing we were all there safe together

after

a schooling

Mr. Inley came home and set the neighbors gossiping right and left.

He brought a wife with him.

Heathcliff. What she was and where she was born?

The horses.

He never informed us.

She had neither money nor name to recommend her.

Or he would scarcely have kept that union from his father.

young and sharp, was altered considerably in the years of his

absence.

Hello, Catherine.

This is my wife, Frances.

Oh, isn't this charming? This is my sister, Catherine.

Our housekeeper, Nellie, and that was Joseph.

Welcome to Weather Nights, ma'am.

Cathy, Italy's told me so much about you. I've always wanted a sister of my

very own, and now I have one.

Oh, why don't you show me around?

From now on, Nelly, you and Joseph are to stay in the servants' quarters where

you belong.

Of course, maester.

And as for you, Heathcliff, no more curate and stay in the stables.

My wife and I want the house to ourselves.

Then they became tyrannical.

vincent a dislike to heathcliff he drove him from their company to the servants

deprived him of education and insisting that he should labor out of doors

It's horrible what Hindley's done to you.

Things will get better.

It'll be alright.

You do trust me, don't you?

Good.

Well then, I'm going to read to you.

Heathcliff bore his degradation fairly well at first, because Cathy taught him

what she learned, and worked or played with him in the fields.

They both promised fair to grow up as rude as savages.

The young master being entirely negligent how they behaved and what they

did, so they kept clear of him.

It was one of their chief amusements to run away to the malls in the morning,

and remain there all day.

They forgot.

everything the minute they were together again.

To seek revenge, but leave a place for divine retrogression. Never pay back

evil for evil.

Let your aims be such as all men can't honor them.

The impossible, so fair as it lays with you. Live at peace with all men.

What?

Done already?

I think that's enough for today.

When father was alive, we were permitted to play on Sunday.

I don't give a damn what father did.

This is my house now. I am master.

Henry, let them be.

If they want to run around like savages, let them.

Fine, off with you then.

That evening, inly in a... passion told us to bolt the doors and swore nobody

should let them in that night the household went to bed but i was

determined to admit them in spite of the prohibition once they returned

there's light on at the grange

i wonder how the lintons pass their sunday evenings

standing around shivering in corners while the parents burn their eyes out by

the fire

Happy.

Brushcross Grange.

Your new home, Mr. Lockwood, was once home to the Lintons, a proud family of

landed gentry.

Old Mr. Linton had long since passed, but he left two spirited children,

Isabella and Edgar.

all the Grange entirely to themselves.

Shouldn't they have been happy?

We should have thought ourselves in heaven.

And now, guess what those good children were doing?

Livelier, Isabella.

Livelier!

Don't you wish you would have been adopted by them?

Looks like... Livelier!

I am playing it lively. You sit down and play it then.

There's somebody out there.

Men!

Right there.

I have still one of my men, Dr.

Kenneth. He will be here within the hour.

Miss, where did it hurt? Don't touch her. Please.

Please.

Sir.

No, no, no.

Don't touch her. Please.

Please. Sir.

Get away.

Sir, if you cannot behave civilized, I will have to ask you to leave.

We cannot show her we went for the doctor.

Let me tend to her.

Please, Lord, please.

Seamus, your presence, sire, is no longer required.

Do not worry.

She will be well taken care of.

She'll be well careful.

Look at the state of her.

My word.

She'll have to talk to him, Leanne Shaw, about his gypsy brother.

Perhaps you would benefit from staying here for a while.

Kathy stayed at Thrushcross Grange five weeks.

By that time, her ankle was thoroughly cured and her manners much improved.

Mr. Linton commenced a plan of reform by raising a self-respect with fine clothes

and flattery, which she readily took.

Remember, Heathcliff, if I am to allow you to stay here at the Heights, you are

not to speak to Kathy.

and not unless it involves her horse

so

that instead of a wild atlas little savage there lighted

a very dignified person

Oh, Heathcliff, you may come forward and wish Miss Cathy welcome.

Heathcliff!

Have you forgotten all about me? Shake hands with her, Heathcliff.

Surely that is permitted.

What have you been doing with yourself?

I won't stand to be laughed at.

I didn't mean to laugh. I couldn't handle myself.

Look how dirty you are.

You look lovely, Cathy.

And on that note, let's go in, shall we?

Let me present a toast to our guest, the Lintons. Edgar, Isabella, I bid you

welcome to Wuthering Heights.

Why, thank you, Henley.

Happy to be here.

Some marvelous pears this year. Quite a yield.

me decent.

My time, Heathcliff.

You know, proud people often breed sad souls for themselves.

I believe a few of Mr. Earnshaw's old clothes are in the attic.

As soon as I can steal time, I'll help you.

Edgar Linton will look like a doll compared to you.

What are you doing in here?

This is a place for civilized ladies and gentlemen, not for dirty

gypsies.

Wait!

Till I take hold of those elegant locks of yours.

See if I can't pull them out a little longer.

I think they're long enough.

Looks like a Klotzmane.

Excuse us.

Help me!

no more his son than I was.

Joseph will have to give my father's coat another brushing.

Next time, Edgar, take the law.

to your fists.

It will give you an appetite.

Now then, who's up for a round of bridge?

It's for God to punish the wicked.

We must learn to forgive.

On that morning, my first bonny little nursling, and the last of the ancient

Earnshaw stock, was born.

As the babe.

Nearly ready to run about, Nellie.

And Francis?

She'll be.

Perfectly well.

Better this time next week.

But Dr. Ken... Damn

it. The

doctor.

I'll go and see to him.

Where's Kathy?

With Maester Linton.

I'm sorry.

I'm going to name him Hurton.

Henley had an ancestor named Hurton.

He has a good family name.

Aye, Mum.

Hurton and Shaw.

Promise me you'll look after him, Henley.

You'll love him like...

Oh, such a grand parent.

The finest lad that ever breathed.

But Frances?

She'd been in consumption for many months.

She had nothing to keep him.

On the other side.

On the other side. You going somewhere?

No.

What have you got that silly frock on for, then?

Edger Linton spoke of calling this afternoon.

Then dinner.

Catherine and I were constant companions, still at his seasons of

respite from labor.

That's six weeks in a row you've turned me out for that pitiful friend of yours

again.

What have you got there?

Oh, that's very foolish. As if I were to take notice. Where's the sense in that?

To show you that I take notice.

Here. Look.

Look here.

but he ceased to express his fondness for her own words and recoiled with

angry suspicion from her girlish caresses every mark here is a mark that

you have spent with linton these marks are days with me

must i always be sitting with you

you might be dumb for anything you say to amuse me

As if conscious, there could be no gratification in lavishing such marks of

affection on him.

Never knew that I talked too little or that you disliked my company, Cathy.

There's no company at all when people know nothing or say nothing.

Let me hold him. Hey, you're too drunk. I'm his father. I'm not going to hurt

him. You're a drunkard and a waste child. Poor excuse for a father.

All

right,

Heathcliff. We can take a moment before you return to the stables.

Just remember to brush them before you turn in.

One more thing.

Don't tell Maester, Henley.

Nellie.

Your tongue has grown rather sharp of late, Nellie.

Your hands are for Maester.

I never noticed what a woman you are.

I must not stop to take the risk. I could kill you.

speaking back to me.

Don't listen.

I'd rather be shot every place.

Catherine, our time together has been, well, just lovely.

And I feel we should spend more time together.

I guess what I'm trying to say is...

There's nothing that would make me happier than if you'd take my hand at

marriage.

Are you alone, Ellie?

Yes, miss.

Will you keep a secret for me?

Is it worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton asked me to marry him.

And I accepted him.

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Of course I do. Who could help it? Why do you love him?

Because he's handsome and pleasant to be with.

Bad. Because he's young and cheerful.

Bad still.

Phyllis shall be rich.

And I shall be the greatest woman in the neighborhood.

Oh, worst of all.

You're making jest of it. I'm very far from making jest of it, Miss Cathy.

It doesn't matter what you say. I shall marry him.

Very well.

Your brother will be pleased.

And escape a disorderly couple is found in favor of a wealthy, respectable

woman.

You love Edgar?

And if she loves you, all will be smooth and easy.

Where's your obstacle?

Here.

In my heart.

And in my soul.

I'm convinced I'm doing wrong.

Nanny.

Have you ever had bad dreams in the night?

I was miserable then.

And I broke my heart with weeping.

And the angels were so angry that they thrust me out right into the heat.

Right on top of Wuthering Heights.

Then I woke up sobbing for joy.

Don't you see now?

I have no more right to marry Clinton than I...

And I have to be in heaven.

And if Hindley had not brought Heathcliff so low, I would have never

thought to marry Edgar.

But to marry Heathcliff now would degrade me.

So he shall never know how much I love him.

My great miseries in this world have been his.

I've watched them all from the beginning.

My great thought in living is his.

My love for Edgar is like the foliage in the forest.

Time will change it as winter changes the trees.

My love for Heathcliff is like the eternal rocks beneath.

So is...

Little visceral pleasure, but vital.

I am Heathcliff now.

He is always, always in my mind.

But not as a pleasure to myself, but as my own being.

Miss Cathy, Heathcliff might have been listening.

He laughed when you said...

It would do disgrace to marry him. No!

No! Miss Cathy!

It was

a

very dark evening for summer.

The storm came rattling over the heights in full fury.

Catherine would not be persuaded into tranquility.

She kept wandering to and fro, aimless at the growing thunder, and the great

drops that began to splash around her.

She remained, calling at intervals, and then listening,

and then crying outright.

She cried for Heathcliff all night, till she was greeted by the warmth of the

rising sun.

Where have you been?

Outside.

Were you with Heathcliff?

I never saw him.

Well... When he comes back...

I'll throw him out.

Had enough of that gypsy bastard.

You won't get your opportunity.

He's gone.

I lost him.

I don't have to go.

They have plenty of maids at the Grange to take care of, Miss Cathy.

I could stay here with you and Ayrton and I could... There's no use for you

here.

I want no women in this house.

But Ayrton, he needs a mother, sir. He had a mother. She left him.

She left me.

Frances loved you, sir.

I'm sure it would break her heart to see you like this.

Goodbye, Henry.

Edgar Linton believed himself the happiest man alive on the day he led

Miss Cathy to Kimmerton Chapel.

He offered me munificent wages, and so I had but one choice left.

to do as I was ordered.

And since then, Ayrton has been a stranger.

Itchy.

Henry had mortgaged every yard of land he owned for cash to supply his mania

for gaming, drinking, becoming something less than a man, let alone a father.

I got Miss Catherine and myself to Thrushcross Range, and to my agreeable

disappointment,

She behaved infinitely better than I dared expect.

She seemed almost over-fond of Mr. Linton.

And even to his sister, she showed plenty of affection.

I believe I may assert that they were really in possession of deep and growing

happiness.

But on a mellow evening in September, it ended.

His cheeks were covered.

His brows lowered.

The eyes.

Excuse me, sir?

Yes? A person from Gimmerton wishes to see you, Mum.

What did they want?

I didn't question him.

Well, it's not one of Himmli's creditors, is it? Now, someone a

mistress doesn't expect.

Shall I continue?

Please.

I fought through a bit of life since the last I saw your face.

Forgive me.

I struggled only for you.

Try to be glad without being absurd in front of the whole household.

Ah,

Mr Heathcliff.

Please, sit down.

Mrs Linton would have me give you a cordial reception.

Of course, I am gratified with anything that pleases her. As am I, especially

when it is anything in which I have a part.

Thank you, Nellie.

Well, tell us, where have you been the last few years?

Abroad? Yes.

Soldiering, perhaps?

Think it a dream tomorrow, to have seen and touched and spoken to you.

Yet cruel, Heathcliff.

You don't deserve this welcome.

To be absent and silent for three years and to never think of me. A little more

than you thought of me.

I heard of your marriage.

Where are you staying?

Kimerton?

No.

At Wuthering Heights.

Hindley Earnshaw invited you to stay at Wuthering Heights?

No, it is I who have invited him to stay.

It seems Hindley mortgaged the property to pay for his gambling debts.

I managed to help my brother with his finances.

I am the owner of Wuthering Heights now.

Well...

You're going to see what you do with the place.

Kathy,

do you think I could maybe speak to you?

Isabella, can you leave us?

We've both been through so much.

But please, please, we can undo what was done.

Now I have come back for you.

And where do you expect to take us, Nathan?

Away from here.

Away from all this.

I've seen the world now, Cathy.

And it is beautiful.

Come with me.

You guess I can't.

I'm having... I'm having a good time.

How can you do this to me, Cathy?

How could I do it?

Are you a fine one to talk to?

When you weren't there, you don't know. Don't talk to me anymore.

Kathy, please.

Please.

You ought to find it nice to be with me if we are to continue our communication

together.

Get your hands out of your pocket.

Okay, then.

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

There's still time.

It doesn't matter.

We can all leave.

Me, you, and the child. We can all leave.

Please, Kathy.

Kathy.

Kathy.

No, no. You are my life.

You are my life.

Stay with me, please.

I can't. I can't, okay?

Thank you.

Mr. Heathcliff.

Kathy was cruel to you yesterday.

As a friend, I feel the need to apologize for her conduct.

You needn't apologize.

I'm well aware of Kathy's nature.

Oh, stop sighing and talking, Isabella.

You are harsh and cruel to me.

It's jealousy that makes us strike out.

Jealousy? Oh, yes.

She is quite jealous.

You told me to ramble where I pleased while you sauntered on with Mr.

Heathcliff. You wished me away because you knew I wanted to be with him.

You desire no one to be loved but yourself.

Cathy can only put on a silk costume and play the part, but you, Miss Linton,

are truly a lady.

Heathcliff is an unplanned creature, and it is your deplorable ignorance of his

character, Isabella, and nothing else.

Makes you love him.

A beautiful lady.

Oh, Heathcliff.

We've been quarreling like cats about you.

Catherine, no.

My dear sister swears that the love I have for you is nothing that she

entertains for you.

Oh, no, you don't.

Go on, then.

Sweet Judas.

Who is Nellie?

You weren't telling the truth, were you?

Oh, forgive me, dear sir.

I like her too well in that she's seasoned about.

And I like her too little to attempt it.

Then again, she is her brother's heir.

Is she not?

No.

Not much longer.

Wait, no, I hate to have...

I

told you to leave Isabella alone.

What's it to you?

I have every right to kiss her, she chooses. You have no right to object.

I am not your husband.

If you love Isabella, then you shall marry her.

You're telling the truth, Heathcliff.

Do you love her?

Thank you for telling me your sister's little secret.

I swear I'll make the most of it.

Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?

I was not ignorant to your miserable degraded character, Mr. Heathcliff.

But foolishly, I acquiesce to my wife's desire to keep your acquaintance.

Hereafter, you are no longer welcome in this household.

I required your immediate departure.

Nellie, fetch the men.

Cappy, this lamb of yours threatens like a bull.

By God, Antony, I am mortally sorry. You are not worth the trouble of knocking

down.

He's clear.

Good-blooded coward, Cathy.

And I compliment you on your team.

Catherine!

Remain where you are.

After today's events, do you intend on continuing your intimacies with Mr.

Heathcliff?

Leave me alone.

Your cold blood cannot be worked into a fever.

Your veins are full of ice water.

Will you be with Heathcliff or will you be with me?

You cannot be his friend and my wife.

I require you to choose.

I require to be...

I'm going to die, aren't I, Nellie?

You're not gonna die.

He doesn't love me.

He never missed me.

I'm afraid of being alone.

You're not alone.

Oh, let me feel the wind.

It comes straight down off the moor.

Oh, let me have just one breath.

I will not.

No.

Why am I so changed?

In an instant I was converted into Miss Linton.

The lady of Threshcross Grange.

I'm... an exile.

An outcast from my world.

I wish I were outdoors.

I wish I were a girl.

savage and hard laughing at miseries

not maddening under them i should

be myself if i were among them nelly let me feel the wind no

i will not let you get your death at home no

Heathcliff is waiting for me.

Heathcliff!

I dare you now.

Will you venture?

I shall not rest until you are with me.

I never will.

He's considering.

He'd rather I come to him.

Are you mad? Shut the window.

Catherine.

Edgar.

You are one of those that is ever fond when least wanted.

Am I nothing to you anymore?

Do you love that wretch Heathcliff?

What do you touch it? Present, you may have, but my soul will be on that

hilltop before you lay your hands on me again.

All you had of me is gone.

Her mind wanders, sir.

She's been talking nonsense all night.

Send for Dr. Kenneth.

We must take precautions so she doesn't harm herself.

Or the baby.

Isabella?

Sir?

It's from Miss Isabella.

So what should we do?

She left of her own accord.

Who the hell are you?

I was Isabella Linton.

We've met before, sir.

I've just married Heathcliff and he brought me here.

Oh!

Heathcliff married you.

from now on she is my sister only by name not because i

disown her she has disowned me

where shall i sleep heathcliff's bedroom is up the stairs

second door on the right make sure to bolt the door mrs

heathcliff why

It's a great tempter to a desperate man, is it not?

Every night I try to open his door. If once I find it unlocked, he's

done for.

When the time comes,

all the angels in heaven will not save him.

I'll warn him.

I don't give a damn if you do.

wuthering heights will be mine his gold will be mine and then his blood

hell can have

your soul

Ellie, how are you this afternoon?

I've come to see Miss Isabella.

Have you a letter for me?

I have nothing.

My master senses love, but he refuses to communicate with his household ever

again.

Sorry, Mum.

And how is Cathy?

Mrs. Lenton gave birth to her little girl last night.

She'll never be like she was.

Her life was spared.

What will we call her?

This young lady looks sadly worse for her change of condition.

Someone's love falls far short in her case, obviously.

I should guess her own.

Under delusion, she pictured me a hero of romance and expected unlimited

indulgences from my chivalrous devotion.

It was a marvelous effort on her part to discover that I did not love her.

I've never in all my life met with such an abject thing as she.

She even disgraces the name of Linden.

Take care, Nan.

He means to provoke Edgar past desperation.

I'll die first.

A single pleasure I can imagine is dying.

Or to see him dead.

For the present!

Out of my sight!

Nellie! I must see her.

Kathy's delirious. She slips in and out of consciousness and remembers very

little. You must call for me.

You know she has not forgotten me. For every thought she spends on Linton, she

spends a thousand on me.

Nellie, am I to fight my way through Edgar and all his footmen?

Will you please be the friend you always have and let me see her?

You've broken my heart.

And now you come to me as if you are the one to be pitied.

I shall not pity you.

You killed me.

You tell me, how many years do you plan on living after I'm gone?

How you possess the devil and speak to me in the matter while you are dying.

Don't you know those words will be branded in my memory while you are...

to torment you.

Come to me.

Why

did

you betray your own heart?

Kathy, you've killed yourself.

You.

You are me.

What right had you to leave me?

What right had you to leave me?

Degradation and misery and death. Nothing God or Satan could afflict,

could part us. You... You of your own will did it.

I have not broken your heart, Danny.

You have broken it.

And in breaking it, you have broken mine.

I'm not so wrong. I'm dying for it.

For y'alls.

Cadney, I must go.

No. No, you must.

I must.

No. Not for a minute.

I must.

No. No.

Don't leave me.

No, don't leave me.

Heathcliff, if you stay, it will be your most diabolical deed.

What's in God's name?

Must

you

be a fiend? You help her first.

Then you shall speak for her.

She's dead.

I've not waited for you to learn that.

Don't you snivel before me, damn you.

She wants none of your tears.

She is at peace now.

Did she die like a saint?

You poor wretch.

Your pride can't blind God.

How did she die?

Her senses never returned after you left.

She sunk into a sleep, her life closed in a gentle dream.

May she wake as kindly in the next world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer, and I'll repeat it until my tongue is stiffened.

Afananshah, will you not rest as long as I am living?

You say I killed you.

Mourn me then!

Be with me always!

Take any form!

Find me back!

You solely cannot leave me in this abyss where I cannot find you.

I cannot live without my life.

I... I cannot live without my soul!

I cannot live without my life. I cannot live without my soul.

I cannot live without my life.

Do you believe such people are happy in the other world, Miss Dean?

Retracing the course of Catherine Linton?

I fear we have no right to believe she is.

But we'll leave that to her and her maker.

To the surprise of the whole parish, Catherine's burial was neither under the

carved monument of the Lintons nor by the tombs of her relations outside.

It was dug on a green slope in a corner of the churchyard.

But a wall was so low that the heath glans over it and moors and buries it.

You and I have a great debt to settle with him. If neither of us were cowards,

we could combine.

He'd live, he means to shoot. Are you as soft as your brother?

Are you willing to endure to the last and not attempt repayment?

of enduring.

He will be my ruin and you and your child's debt. Not unless we get him

first! No, you mustn't touch him!

I believe our father gave me this.

If God gave me the strength to strangle you, I'd go to hell with joy.

Isn't it enough you've already murdered his sister?

Everybody knows she'd still be living if it weren't for you.

So why don't you go lay over her grave like an old faithful dog?

Surely the world isn't worth living in now, is it?

Your brother abandoned you too.

Clean him up.

Isabella, what has happened to you? Kinley is dead.

He fought Heathcliff true to form, drunk as Lord, and Heathcliff fought back.

I cannot live another day without Villain.

I'm leaving for London, and I've just come by to see you and the baby before I

depart.

If my brother asks...

I permit you to tell him where I've gone.

But do not tell Mr Heathcliff, will you promise?

I promise.

Give my love to my brother.

I'll write to you.

Godspeed.

Now, my body lad, let's see if one tree won't grow as crooked as another with

the same wind to twist it.

hareton who should now be the first gentleman in the neighbourhood was

reduced to a state of complete dependence on his father's inveterate

enemy and lives in his own house as a servant

Her next fifteen years, following that dismal period, were the happiest of my

life.

Little Catherine grew like a larch. She was light and fair like the lintens, but

with the handsome eyes of a mother.

Good morning, Papa.

Good morning, Catherine.

Nellie. Morning, sir.

She had not been beyond the Grange by herself.

While their knights, Anne Heathcliff, did not exist for her.

Something wrong, Miss Catherine?

Oh, no, no, just a slight headache.

Would you like some tea?

Oh, no, no.

I'll just rest.

I'm afraid I'm quite lost.

Do you know where Thrushcross Grange is from here?

You're Edgar Linton's daughter, aren't you?

Yes, I am.

Do you know my father?

So to speak.

My name is Catherine.

What's yours?

Harriton.

I'm pleased to make your acquaintance.

I'm afraid it's going to rain.

Do you live far from here?

Miss Catherine.

If your father had any notion of you being at this house, you'd be glad

enough to go out.

It's your father's, isn't it, Harriton?

No.

I thought you had been the only son.

Are you a servant?

I'll see you damned before I be your servant.

You'll see me what?

Damned.

How dare you speak to me that way?

Well, tell my father what you said.

Miss Catherine, he'll lose nothing by being civil.

Although Ayrton is not your master's son, he's your cousin.

My cousin?

Nellie, you must be mistaken.

My father has just gone to fetch my cousin from London.

A gentleman is a son.

People can have many cousins of all sorts without being a worse for it.

Miss Catherine?

Promise me you'll look after him, Nellie.

You'll love him like your own.

Hairton.

Will not tell your father that you went to other nights.

I cannot understand why not.

Before your father departed, did he or did he not tell you to mind me?

Well, since you've deceived me in your counterfeit sickness to break your

father's one rule.

Perhaps you could repay me by not telling him I failed as your guardian?

I shan't whisper a word.

A letter announced the day of my master Edgar Linton's return.

Catherine. Pa.

Now Catherine, your cousin Linton is not as strong or as merry as you are.

He has just recently lost his mother.

Isabella was dead.

Just don't expect him to play and run about just yet.

And he wrote to bid me get mourning for his daughter. Linton.

This is your cousin Catherine.

She's very fond of you already.

And arrange a room and other accommodations for his youthful nephew.

May I go to bed, uncle?

A pale, delicate, effeminate boy.

As you wish, Ellie.

Good evening, Heathcliff.

What business brings you here tonight?

I'm here to see my son.

Master Linton has gone to bed, along with the rest of the household.

And unless you have something particular to say, you may entrust your message to

me.

Who is it, Nellie?

I have come for my son.

He may be your son, but his mother desires him to remain in my care.

His mother?

is dead.

How did you come to know that?

How I know is of no matter.

Surely as a magistrate you will not keep a father for caring for his only child.

Nelly will accompany Linton to Wuthering Heights in the morning.

He has just come from a long journey and his health is very precarious.

If you care for him at all, which to much regret I doubt you do.

You'll let him sleep through the night.

Very well.

I look forward to seeing you in the morning, Nellie.

Good evening.

Mr. Linton commissioned me to take the boy home early.

He was very reluctant to be roused from his bed at five o'clock and astonished

to be informed that he must prepare for further traveling.

But I softened off the matter by stating that he was going to spend some time

with his father, Mr. Heathcliff, who wished to see him very much.

It is truly worse than I expected.

You are your mother's son.

Do you know me?

No.

You've heard of me, I dare say.

No.

Your mother was wicked to leave you in ignorance of the sort of father you

possessed. I hope you'll be kind to your son, Heathcliff.

He's the only kin in the world you'll ever know.

Remember that.

I will be very kind to him, Nellie, you needn't fear.

After all, my son is the prospective owner of Thrustcross Grange, and I

should not wish him to die until I was certain of being his successor.

That is the sole consideration in which I can endear the wealth.

Food for the young Linton.

I cannot eat that.

The dainty chap says he cannot eat it.

His mother was just the same.

Just as hard to please.

Don't mention his mother to me again, and get him something he can eat.

See, Nellie?

All is fine.

Have a good afternoon.

On a beautiful spring day, my young lady asked to have a ramble on the moor with

me. She was off like a young greyhound.

Young lady?

And as I toiled to follow... A puny notion of who's proper. She came upon

Mr. Heathcliff. I hope it's still my father's.

And who is your father?

Edgar Linton.

of Thrushcross Grange.

Do you know him?

Very well.

Miss Catherine?

Miss Catherine!

Is he your son?

No.

But I do have one.

And you've met him before.

My house is just over the hill. Perhaps you would like to come to tea.

You ought to come with me at once. I will not.

This man has just invited me to tea and says that I know his son.

I'm sure he's mistaken, but what an adventure.

Heathcliff, my master, will hate me if he found out I allowed her to enter your

house. I will be blamed for your devious design and discharge.

My design is as honest as possible.

I wish for the two cousins to fall in love and marry.

And you needn't worry about your job at the Grange.

There's always a position for you at Wuthering Heights.

It's lovely.

Now, do you know who that is?

Your son?

I visited once or twice before you were born.

But your father and I quarreled at one time in our lives.

Why did you quarrel? He felt me too poor.

to marry your sister, and was grieved to learn that I had won her.

His pride was hurt, and he had never forgiven it.

Linton and I have no share in your quarrel.

If Papa will not let me come here, then Linton must come to the Grange.

To walk four miles will kill me.

Please, come here, Miss Catherine. Not every morning, but once or twice a week.

I dare.

Have you nothing to show your cousin?

Take her to the garden. Oh, that sounds lovely. Wouldn't you rather sit here?

If that's what you prefer. I'll take you to the garden.

Very well.

Behave like a gentleman, mind you.

And take your hands out of your pockets.

Now you've got a rival for your cousin's affections.

What does that name mean?

Some damnable writing.

I can't read it.

I can read.

I want to know why it's there.

He does not know his letters.

Could you believe in the existence of such a colossal dunce?

Has anyone attempted to teach him?

Or is she simple?

Please, there's nothing the matter but laziness, is there, Earnshaw?

My cousin fancies you an idiot, Earnshaw.

If you weren't more a lass than a lad, I'd fell you this minute.

Nellie, you recollect me at this age.

Did I ever look so stupid?

Worse. Because you were more sullen.

I would have loved the lad had he been someone else's, but I am sure he is safe

from her love.

Hindley would have been proud of his son, wouldn't he?

Almost as proud as I am of mine.

I saw Linton the other day, at Withering Heights.

I met my uncle, too.

Why didn't you tell me that Linton was nearby?

Katherine, you know why I kept Linton's residence from you?

Is it because you dislike Mr. Heathcliff?

No.

Not because I dislike Mr. Heathcliff.

It's because Mr. Heathcliff dislikes me.

Catherine, you must listen to me.

He is the most diabolical man.

Looking to wrong and ruin those he hates given the slightest opportunity.

I knew that you could not keep acquaintance with Linton without coming

into contact with Mr. Heathcliff. But Mr.

Heathcliff was very cordial, Papa.

He didn't object to Linton and I seeing each other. But I do object, Catherine.

My reasons you would not understand.

Your mother may still be alive if it were not for him.

I will not see the last person I love in this world suffer at his hand.

You are to stay away from Wuthering Heights.

Dearest, Catherine.

Ever since I last looked onto your face, I have been able to think of little

else.

I would gladly think of nothing else.

However, my memory cannot compare to

your true form.

I'm still not well enough to make the trek to the Grange.

I'm able to understand this world, to keep one's faith in its deep meaning, to

reconcile the existence of God with the existence of evil. How should you

picture heaven?

You must find a way to defy Uncle Edgar and see me here, at the Heights.

How long have you been going to Wuthering Heights, Miss Catherine?

In a rustling green tree.

With bright white clouds and birds of all sorts pouring music in at all sides.

Only a little while.

And it's only because Linton is too ill to travel here.

You shouldn't all be risking so much to simply visit with your cousin.

Nellie, I love him.

how should you picture heaven this warmed by the fire with you

you've seen linton but a handful of times in your life he's the worst bit of

sickly slip that ever struggled into his team and i'm glad you have no chance of

having him for a husband i will see him again if i had my father's permission

i'd spend half my time with you after papa i love you better than anyone you

love me better than him and all the world if you were my wife

People often hate their wives.

You're false.

Your father hated his wife.

Could you say such a thing? Your mother hated your father and loved his.

You liar!

You cruel-hearted fiend!

I'll not remain another moment in your... No! No!

Catherine, please don't leave.

You will come back, won't you?

Only if he's not here.

Your father's getting worse by the day.

If he knew about your trysts, it probably would kill him.

Stop this for his sake.

If not for your own.

With all... ...my love.

I'm sorry it took me so long to get here.

I had to read my father to sleep.

Good evening, Katherine.

It has been so long since you graced my house with your presence.

My father is very ill.

The rumor goes he is on his deathbed.

Is that an exaggeration?

I'm afraid not.

Well, perhaps I can console you with a gift.

I give you what I have.

It is hardly worth accepting, but all that I have to give you is my son.

What?

Father wants us to be married.

He knows I'm glad you will not approve, but he's weary of my dying.

Thus, we have to be married in the morning, and you can return to the

Grange in the morning.

I'm not afraid of you.

Give me the key. Are you not afraid of me?

Your courage is well disguised.

I'm afraid now because if I stay here, my father will be miserable.

Please, let me go home.

I promise to marry your son tomorrow if you let me go now.

I'll make sure you keep your promise.

And you will not leave this house till I am your father.

The only father that you will have in a few days.

At least send word to let my father know I'm safe.

His happiest days were over when yours began.

He cursed the day you came into this world.

I did at least.

Heathcliff, you are a cruel man, but you're not a fiend.

If father were to die before I returned, how could I bear to live with myself?

I'm going to kneel here until you look at me.

Please.

Have you never loved anybody in all your life?

your fingers off of me.

I detest you.

Everton, please tell my father I am.

Please.

Father.

Catherine.

Where are you here?

Out on the moors.

But I'm here now.

I'm here.

Then I can go to her now.

I've come to fetch you home to Wuthering Heights now.

Father just died.

There's no end to your cruelty.

Please. I am seeking a tenant now for this house.

And I want my children about me.

I can give you till morning.

I'll go, Nellie.

Linton is all I have to love in the world now.

I know he has a terrible nature, but I know he loves me.

And for that reason, I love him.

Mr. Heathcliff, you have nobody to love you.

And however miserable you make us, we will have the revenge of knowing that

cruelty arises from your greater misery.

Linton is dead.

How do you feel?

He's safe.

And I'm free.

I should feel glad, but you have left me so long to struggle against death alone.

Now I feel and see only death.

here is linton's will as you can see he has bequeathed all that was his and all

that had been yours to me the grange is mine

Catherine stayed in bed a fortnight.

When Mr. Heathcliff was unsuccessful at finding a tenant for the Grange, I

offered my services at other nights.

Not even that would stir my mistress from her bed.

And that brings us to now.

It is a remarkable tale.

I shall never forget it.

I'll get some sleep, sir.

Quite alright.

I must collect my thoughts.

Ah, it is morning.

We've talked all through the night.

I'll be going back to the Grange now.

I must rid myself of this awful place.

Thank you Miss Dean for the accommodation and the insight.

I do wish there was more.

It's good to see you, Miss Catherine.

Are you feeling any better?

I suppose.

I've found some of your mother's books.

Would you like to read one to us?

I'm well aware that some people now begin to doubt about witchcraft, or at

any rate, feign to do so.

touch me get away from me i despise you i would

have given my life for one kind word when you were my jailer but you kept off

i asked mr heath to be silent i would rather be anywhere than hear your

detestable voice in my ear

Continual... Continuous... Streef... Stru... Strive...

Strive... Stay

out

of that room.

He's just like the cart horse, isn't he, Nellie?

He does his work, he eats his food, and sleeps eternally.

Do you have a dream, Harriton?

Harriton, can you hear me?

Go to the devil.

And let me be. I have found that I want and am glad to be your cousin.

I shall have nothing to do with you and your mucky pride and damn mocking

tricks. I'll go to hell, body and soul, before I look sideways at you again.

You should be friends with your cousin.

Friends? When she hates me and thinks me not fit to wipe her boots.

It is not I who hates you.

It is you who hates me. You hate me as much as Mr. Heathcliff does.

You're a damn liar.

Why have I made him angry, then, by taking your part a hundred times?

I didn't know you took my part.

I was miserable and bitter at everyone, but...

Now I thank you.

And ask you to forgive me.

What should I have done, Nelly?

He wouldn't shake my hand and he wouldn't look.

Nelly, since Harriton won't speak to me, can you tell him that he

takes this book?

I'll teach him to read it.

And if he refuses it, I'll go upstairs and never tease him again.

You'll be ashamed of me every day of your life and more ashamed the more you

know me So you won't be my friend

I thought I had cured you of your laughing.

It was me.

Mr. Heathcrest.

Might I plant a small flower garden on the north side of the house?

No. She already has.

What is your grievance, Joseph?

Ah, an Ayrton.

It pulled up three of my fine furs.

She's bewitched, the lad, with bold eyes and forward ways.

Pull the flowers up.

How can you begrudge me a few yards of earth when you have taken all my land?

Your land, you insolent slut.

You never had it. And my money.

Enough. and Harriton's land and money.

If you strike me, Harriton will strike you, so you might as well sit down.

Don't you dare you rouse him against me.

Why don't you eat, Papa?

Go.

I don't know how you can stand to be away from her.

it is a poor conclusion is it not nelly my old enemies have not

beaten me and now is the precise time to revenge myself on their children i could

do it and no one could hinder me

where's

the use

i have lost the sense of their destruction a cup of tea there is a

strange change nelly in every tree in every

cloud filling the air at night and caught by glimpses in every object by

day i am surrounded by her image

Most ordinary faces mock me with their semblance.

The entire world is a dreadful memorandum that she did exist and that I

have lost.

I cannot continue in this condition, Cathy.

I have a single wish and my entire being is yearning to attain it.

I have yearned for so long and so unwaveringly that I am convinced it must

be reached.

That was my existence.

Whereas the contrary bringeth bliss and is a pattern of

celestial peace.

To you I've made myself worse than the devil.

Morning, Aithcliff.

Aithcliff?

Joseph?

Joseph!

Anton!

Yet still, I don't like being by myself in this grim house.

How can I help it?

I should be glad when they leave it and shift over to the Grange.

Harriton and Catherine are going to the Grange, then?

Aye, as soon as they're married on New Year's Day.

Since you're like Kate in the Grange, there's no use for you staying in this

dreary house.

Who will live here, then?

Joseph will take care of the house.

But the rest of it will be shut up.

For the use of such ghosts that choose to inhabit it.

I believe the dead are at last at peace.

They are afraid of nothing.

Together they would brave Satan and all his legions.

I wonder how anyone can imagine unquiet slumbers for the sleepers in that quiet

earth.