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...are in joy and felicity.

We give hearty thanks,

for that it hath pleased Thee to deliver our sister, Catherine Earnshaw Linton,

out of the miseries of this sinful world.

The days of man are but as grass.

He flourisheth as a flower of the field.

For as soon as the wind goeth over it, it is gone,

and the place thereof shall know it no more.

The merciful goodness of the Lord endureth for ever and ever

upon them that fear Him.

Even upon such as keep His covenant

and think upon His commandments and do them.

The Lord hath prepared His seat in heaven. His kingdom ruleth over all.

Forasmuch as it hath pleased Almighty God, in His great mercy,

to take upon himself the soul of our sister, Catherine Earnshaw Linton,

we therefore commit her body to the ground.

Earth to earth,

ashes to ashes,

dust to dust,

in sure and certain hope of the resurrection to the eternal life

through Our Lord, Jesus Christ,

who shall change our vile body so that it will be like unto His glorious body,

according to the mighty working,

whereby He is able to subdue all things unto Himself.

It seemed a long while, waiting for Mr. Earnshaw to return from Liverpool.

He was expected by suppertime of the third day.

It was long after dark and we had tired of running to the gate to look for him,

and were sitting by the fire with Mrs. Earnshaw,

who would have had us all to bed, had we not begged to stay up.

The master had promised us a present.

A fiddle for Hindley. A riding whip for little Cathy.

Apples and pears for me, even though I was just the serving girl.

- Cathy, wake up. Your father's home. - Ssh!

- You're back! - Did you get my fiddle?

Let me be a minute. Hold on, hold on. I feel as if I've been torn to pieces.

- But did you get it? My fiddle? - Patience.

- Did you get it? - Let him get his breath. You'll see.

Two whole days I took coming here.

The roads were that bad.

Now... this isn't exactly what you've been expecting.

But let's say it's a gift from God.

Looks more like a gift from the Devil. I'll not have gypsies in my house.

- He's not a gypsy. - I don't care. Get shot of it.

- What? And let him starve? - Why not? Plenty more do.

Huh!

What's so special about him that makes you so fine and tender?

Nothing, except I found him in Liverpool without a soul to...

No doubt found more besides. There's no need to drag your doings back here.

- You're too clever for me by half. - You're not clever enough.

- What'll you do? Make him work? - Aye, but no more than others.

We lost a son, didn't we? Thanks be to God, we have another.

He can be a brother to them.

I've no doubt he is already.

All right, Nellie, get the lad washed.

Take him to sleep with the others.

- What's his name? - His name?

We'll call him Heathcliff, after our first son.

There's something of the same look about him. Get to bed.

But it's broken. He's broken it!

You've spoilt everything, rotten little gippo!

Just you mind your manners and stop that face and get to bed!

- Why did he have to break it? - He didn't break it. Now get to bed!

For what we have received this day, may the Lord God of Hosts,

creator of heaven and hell, before whose throne all men tremble and look pale,

make us grateful, and may we rejoice in Thy bountiful goodness for ever. Amen.

Amen. Come on, lad. I'm taking Heathcliff to Gimmerton.

We'll take the musket and see if we can't find some game.

- Can I come? - Maybe.

- Joseph, bring me some turnips. - Aye, Mistress.

Cathy! Child, not so much noise.

Well, why don't you go with them?

But... Oh!

What is it? What's the matter?

What's the matter?

My love.

Whatever happens... I know that nothing's going to.

But I want you to remember that you're the son of this house.

It's all got to come to you. The land.

- Mother, don't. - It's all got to come to you, not to...

There's no need to talk that way to the boy.

Neither of us is dead yet.

You promise me that our son shall have what is his.

You promise me you'll prefer no other.

Never fear, Mary.

The Lord watches over us.

Hindley shall get what is due to him.

Maybe more besides.

Come on, lad.

Come on.

Despite Cathy's increasing affection for Heathcliff,

I could see from the start that his presence bred ill-feeling in the family.

Less than two years after his arrival at Wuthering Heights, Mrs. Earnshaw died,

never having offered him a kindly word.

Hindley, in his loneliness after her death,

had special cause to resent the master's strange affection for the child,

and soon came to regard his father more as an oppressor than as a friend.

- It's the lad I've come to see you about. - Hindley?

- What trouble has he been causing you? - None.

His progress gives every cause for satisfaction.

Wish I could say the same for myself.

- Why are you always so...? - Hard on the lad?

- Yes. - He gets no more than he deserves.

I think he deserves more than he gets.

- He'll never amount to anything. - He might if you let him go to college.

College?

A man needs an education these days.

A man needs to be a man.

Go on, pour it out, pour it out.

What are the costs of this education nonsense?

- Fifty or sixty pounds. - What?

- A year, that is. - Fifty pound a year?

Only for a few years. It won't be wasted, I can assure you.

It's a deal of hard-earned brass.

Well, even my lessons aren't free.

I don't begrudge you your few pennies, but fifty pound?

Say sixty.

I'm sure if your dear wife were alive, it's what she would have wished.

Any more for York?

I, it seemed, was the only one who regretted his departure.

Gee up!

But in the years that followed,

the master became less irritable without Hindley there to provoke him.

In the course of time, however,

failing health left him an unhappy and peevish man.

Nellie!

Nellie!

The fire, girl. Do you want me to freeze to death?

And so I tended the ailing master,

while Cathy and Heathcliff, promising, it seemed, to grow up rude as savages,

became more reckless every day.

They seemed to need for nothing but each other,

so deep and close was their friendship.

Why can't you always be a good lass, Cathy?

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

Oh, I didn't mean it.

You mustn't be vexed.

♪ Still, Jocky, I am true

♪ The youth is handsome, free and bold

♪ And pays me love for love

♪ When Father had Jocky's age

♪ Did just the same as he

♪ My mother, too, I dare engage

♪ Did just the same like me

♪ Did just the same like me ♪

Time for prayers, Master.

Go on away upstairs. Pray by thyselves tonight.

Night, Father.

- What's the matter? - Come, now. Don't fret.

- Father? - What's the matter?

Father!

Leave him be, boy.

Oh!

Nellie! Nellie!

Nellie.

I've seen the carriage. It's Hindley.

Your ribbon's loose.

- Nellie. - Yes?

You look very nice.

- Hello. - Hello, Catherine.

This is Frances, my wife.

- I'm Cathy. - I know.

This is Joseph, our chief hand.

And Nellie. She'll look after you.

When I'm dead, I think I'll come and haunt you.

At the sunset.

No, perhaps not.

I think I prefer to be the wind and the rain, and beat you.

- It was better before, wasn't it? - Before what?

Hindley.

You wouldn't ever leave here without telling me, would you?

Oh!

Remember this?

The old stone.

Remember how we swore always to be together?

You mustn't ever leave me here.

- All right. - Swear it.

No, serious. Swear it on the stone.

Heathcliff!

I swear never to leave you.

Or this place.

Or this place.

Unless you turn against me.

And I swear always to be your friend,

and to love no other as you as long as I live.

May we both be buried alive under the black rocks of Penistone Crag

if we ever break this vow.

Now kiss me.

Nellie. From now on, I want you to eat in the kitchen.

- Joseph. - Yes, Master?

You can eat in the kitchen, too. You can both sleep in the rooms above.

- Above what? - The barn.

My wife and I want the house to ourselves.

Three places are enough.

- Joseph. - Yes, Master?

Now that I'm back, Heathcliff will work for his keep. Treat him like the others.

And, Joseph, no favours.

Father's dead now.

Right, that's that, then. Shall we eat?

I can see you:

Heathcliff?

It's no good hiding!

I can see you!

I can!

Heathcliff.

Aaaaaaaaagh!

You rotten thing!

Hey, let's go to t'Grange.

- Yes, let's. - Come on.

Ah-hah! Hah-hah-hah-hah!

Well, play it yourself, then.

Which must be very difficult if you're tone deaf.

Mama!

Mama, come quickly!

Quick, come on.

Robert! Robert!

Tom! Ruffians out in the grounds. Quickly!

They've gone round the back. Get the dogs.

Cougar! Caesar!

- Where are they? I'll give them this. - Got them, sir.

Attacking a magistrate's house. On the Sabbath, too.

By God, they'll swing for this.

- Fasten the door. - If she's hurt...

Elizabeth! Come and see here. Don't be frightened.

- That's Miss Earnshaw! - How can it be?

- It is. She's from Wuthering Heights. - I hope she's all right.

Not our fault. She shouldn't be here.

This must be the young lascar Earnshaw brought back from Liverpool.

Shut up or I'll rip your tongue out!

- Get him out of here. - I'm not leaving without her!

Thank you. A delightful sermon.

- See you for dinner. - Thank you.

Thank you very much indeed.

Cathy would like to stay with us a few days longer. You have no objection?

If she's not a burden, Mrs. Linton.

On the contrary. We should be delighted.

Frances tells me you've worked wonders with her.

Hindley, thanks to Mrs. Linton, she has the manners of a lady.

She will be treated as such on her return.

You'll have no further need to reproach us.

Hindley!

Oh, Hindley!

- Cathy's back. - Oh, good. Tell the others.

Get Heathcliff.

Open the gate, Joseph.

Ah-hah-hah-hah!

Cathy, you look wonderful. Wonderful.

Oh, you do look nice.

What do you think, Nell?

- Oh, Miss Cathy. - Come on in.

They've got two dogs. At first, they were so fierce.

But then they would eat out of my hand.

- Miss Cathy, you look beautiful. - You'll get flour on it.

Let me do it, Nellie.

Oh, did you ever see such beautiful hair?

I know. Mrs. Linton did it for me. Do you like the dress?

- It's beautiful. - She made it.

- Oh, where's Heathcliff? - I sent for him. Heathcliff!

How dirty you look.

And grim. You might at least smile.

Or have you forgotten me?

Come along, Heathcliff. Smile. And shake hands.

That's permitted on special occasions.

I didn't mean to laugh at you. It's just that you look so... dirty.

Come along. Shake hands. She's waiting.

Shake hands!

Joseph!

Hold him!

You bastard. I've been waiting for this for years. By God, you'll remember it.

All of a sudden, I feel very hungry.

Heathcliff.

Oh!

Did he hurt you that much? Come here.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Nellie, he's hurt. We must do something.

- You go in. They'll be waiting for you. - I can't.

I'll look after him. Go on, before there's more trouble.

I'm all right.

Let me wash those cuts and put some oil on.

I'm gonna get him. I don't care how long it takes. I'm gonna get him!

You mustn't talk like that. No, what's done is done.

We must learn to forgive each other.

It's for God to punish the wicked.

Why should God have all the satisfaction?

Nellie!

Nellie!

- Joseph! Where's Nellie? - She's down yonder by the stream there.

What's the matter?

Nellie! Nellie!

Nellie!

It's come! It's come, Nellie!

It's a boy, and such a size on him!

- How is he? - Fine. He's fine.

But the doctor says the missis must go.

Oh, Lord.

- Is she very ill? - Doctor says she'll be dead by winter.

Doctor says she'll be dead by winter. Mr. Hindley says you're to look after it.

Nurse and feed it.

- How's the baby? - Soon be running about.

- But I hear that Dr. Kenneth says... - I don't give a damn what he says.

Frances is right as rain. She'll be up and about in a week or so.

- I'll go up and see to her. - Nellie.

I, er...

I'll go up, but...

get her to promise not to talk.

I can't hold her still, and Kenneth says she must be quiet.

Hindley, I am sorry.

I don't give a damn how sorry you are.

Be sure to look after him properly, Nellie.

Give him plenty of warm milk and... and sugar.

I'll love him like my own.

Now, shush. You lie back.

And you're not to chatter. The master won't see you.

I promise I won't speak. That doesn't mean to say I can't laugh at him.

Oh, poor Hindley. He makes such a fuss, Nellie.

I've hardly said a word to him,

and every time he's left me, he's cried.

Time for the mistress to make her journey, Master Hindley.

- I'm gonna be so lucky! - If we're gonna play cards, let's play.

Where's my drink?

Take no notice of them.

Hindley's got to get those dreadful people out of this house.

How can I invite anybody in here?

No decent folk will come here now.

It makes me feel so foolish at the Lintons'.

- Everybody knows what's going on. - Aaagh!

Nellie!

Don't be so stupid, girl. They didn't mean anything.

Don't touch me, or my father will have summat to say.

- Hindley, how could you? - He'll say nowt if he works for me.

He may not care to, and there's many others as feels the same.

Little bitch!

Where the bloody hell do you think you're...? Get the bloody hell out!

- Edgar is a very foolish young man. - Mama, really.

- If you'd seen how he's been moping. - Isabella, that's not true.

- Yes, it is. - Nonsense.

And he hasn't eaten a thing.

I said to him the other day, "Why don't you ride over there?" But would he?

Mama, really. What will Catherine think of me?

What would you like me to think, Edgar?

- Where are you going? - Nowhere.

What are you all dressed up for?

It may surprise you, but some people wash every day and dress like this.

- You don't. - Well, I do now.

- You going to Thrushcross Grange? - Maybe. Maybe not.

You spent nearly all last week there. I never see you.

- You can see me now. - You know what I mean.

Cathy.

- Don't go. - Get your dirty hands off me!

Oh, you... you...!

- I'm not having any more trouble here! - Stop this violence at once!

I won't have this behaviour in my parish! I know you, and your captain.

You'll be flogged if there's any more of this.

Come, sir.

Hindley!

- Can you keep a secret? - Depends if it's worth keeping.

Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him.

- What did you say? - I said, "Yes."

I see.

- Do you love him? - Of course I do.

- Why do you love him? - I just do.

He loves me, too.

And he's rich.

I shall have maids, servants. I'll be the finest lady around here for miles.

If Edgar loves you and you love Edgar, you'll both be very happy.

I am happy now.

But...

But?

Here and here I'm convinced I'm wrong.

What do you think, Nellie?

- I'm not thinking anything. - Yes, you are.

You're thinking, "What about Heathcliff?"

- What about Heathcliff? - I don't know.

I don't know. Oh, Nellie.

Nobody could marry Heathcliff. I mean, he's... he's a wild animal.

It would be disaster. I mean, where would we go? What would we do?

We'd be forced to live like beggars. It would be...

Well, it would be degrading.

What is it?

What is it? What's the matter with you?

It was Heathcliff, outside the door.

- Could...? You don't think he heard? - I don't know.

- Why didn't you tell me? - I just saw him!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff!

Joseph, have you seen Heathcliff?

Isn't he here?

Go on.

Heathcliff!

Nellie.

Do you think he's hiding somewhere?

If he is, he'll not be found unless he wants to be.

We must find him.

He couldn't really have heard us, could he?

- What does it matter if he did? - It's Heathcliff I love, not Edgar.

- Don't you understand? - Then why?

It's the only chance I have to get Heathcliff away from Hindley.

Then we'll both be free.

You don't mean you'd take Edgar's money to...?

Of course! Why else do you think I'd marry Edgar?

Oh, I know he loves me and it'll be very nice to be his wife.

And I love him, too, but differently.

Nellie, I don't just love Heathcliff.

I am Heathcliff. All my thoughts, all my actions are for him.

He's my only reason for living.

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

You look like a drowned rat.

She's not ill, is she? I don't want any more sickness in the house.

What were you doing outside all night?

She's been chasing after lads, like usual.

- You weren't with Heathcliff? - I never saw him.

If you were, he can pack his bags and get out.

- I never saw him! - I'm sick of him. I'll get rid of him.

Well, you'll never have that pleasure, because he's gone.

It is a bad fever. Keep the others away, and feed her on gruel, whey and water.

Will you be coming back?

We'll see.

Hey, you, girl!

- Nellie! - What?

- Nellie! - Yes?

- Best go see to your young lady. - Again?

Aye, she's screaming fit to bust.

If you can hear, why don't you go and see?

- I'll not set foot in there. Woman's work. - Then try some of this!

- The window stays shut. - All right, sit with me, then.

I can't stand being shut in like this. Where is everybody?

- Those that aren't drunk are working. - Why don't you come when I call you?

I've got enough to do without running up and down stairs all day!

Leave the door open, and the one downstairs.

Lie still, and think yourself lucky to be alive.

All right, you let me die!

- Where is she? Upstairs? - Yes, but Dr. Kenneth says...

Follow me. Fine thing when I have to learn about this from the alehouse.

- Which way? Come along, girl! - Dr. Kenneth says...

- Why aren't the windows open? - Why don't you ask her?

- Catherine. - Edgar.

Catherine, why didn't you send word?

Ask her.

- You shouldn't be here. Dr. Kenneth... - Quiet, girl!

We're going to wrap you up warm, take you to the Grange, look after you.

Edgar and Isabella will sit by you until you're better. Won't you, Edgar?

Yes. Yes, of course.

Well, we'd better get you dressed.

Well, go along, boy.

Oh, yes.

You're very quiet. What are you thinking about?

When I die, I shall be buried here.

Close to your mother and father.

He won't come back.

Not now.

I will try and make you happy.

Oh, Catherine!

You're away, then?

I don't have to go to the Grange.

I could stay here and look after...

Don't you change anything for me, girl. I'll be glad to see the back of you.

I never want to see another woman in this house.

You'll be better off away from here, the way things are.

Go on, get out.

Couldn't sleep.

- What are you reading? - Oh, just law books.

There must be more to being a magistrate than being born into the right family.

Oh...

- Edgar. - What is it?

Thank you.

Whatever for?

Everything.

Is it Heathcliff?

I thought he'd gone.

He has.

He has. He has.

Joseph!

- You look well enough. - I am.

I live here on me own now.

- Cathy? - Married. Edgar.

- Long? - A few months.

She thought you weren't coming back.

How's your son?

Gone. Dead.

- How did that happen? - Mm?

He caught something. Take your coat off. Sit down.

- You want a hand? - Sit down. She'll not run away.

- What are you playing? - Brag.

Right. Whose deal?

- May I light the candles, ma'am? - Certainly, Nellie.

- Yes, Nellie? - A person from Gimmerton to see you.

Oh? What do they want?

Well, he wouldn't say.

Who is it, Nellie?

Well, it's... Heathcliff.

- Heathcliff? - Edgar!

Oh, Edgar, Edgar, Edgar! He's come back!

Isn't it marvellous? It's Heathcliff. I must see him.

No need to strangle me. For heaven's sake! He's only a runaway gipsy.

- I'll tell him to come up, shall I? - Here?

Well, I can't sit in the kitchen.

Nellie can set two tables. One for you and the other for Heathcliff and me.

- Don't be so silly. - Would that please you?

- Would you rather I stood at the door? - Catherine, for heaven's sake!

Nellie, go and fetch him up.

Catherine.

Thank you, Jenny.

Be glad, by all means, but do not be absurd in front of the servants.

I'll behave.

My wife has asked me to receive you as a friend.

Would you care for some tea?

That would give me great pleasure.

Won't you sit down, sir?

You seem to have found good fortune.

In some respects.

You look as if you've been abroad.

- Once or twice. - I'd love to travel one day. To London.

It's... a curious place.

Was it difficult?

It was a struggle.

I can't believe it.

It's like a dream.

Three years you've been away, and you've never even thought of me.

A little more than you have thought of me.

You're cruel.

I've fought through a bitter life since I last heard your voice.

And you must forgive me, but I struggled only for you.

Catherine.

Unless we're to have cold tea, kindly pour it now.

Mr. Heathcliff has a long ride tonight, wherever he may be lodging. I'm thirsty.

Mr. Earnshaw has offered me lodgings.

- Hindley? - He has a mind to win money at cards.

All these years, I've thought of you.

In every cloud.

In every tree.

Even the air at night was you.

Why did you stay away?

- How did you think that I would feel? - How could I know?

Why did you come back?

- To settle up with Hindley. - And to see me?

And to see me?

Hmm?

And maybe Edgar, too.

Why do you hate Edgar?

Because he married you.

- Yoo-hoo! - Isabella!

Yoo-hoo! Cathy!

Cathy!

- Come away with me. - What?

- Come away with me. - She may see us.

I don't... Cathy!

We must go. Quick.

Cathy!

What have you got?

I'm out.

- Why? - I haven't got any more money.

- We'll play for something else, then. - What?

Barn?

- The barn? - You'll win it back tomorrow.

All right. Who's got a piece of paper?

I'll go.

Isabella and I are out for a drive. We thought we'd pay you a visit.

I haven't been here since I was married.

Let's... Let's go for a walk.

Come on, Heathcliff.

Come on. It's easy.

I can't. Help me.

Oh, don't be such a baby. I did it.

Well, go across the bridge, then.

- When am I going to see you again? - I don't know. Soon.

It's very difficult. Edgar thinks that you're dangerous.

We just have to be careful for a while.

Oh, let's go.

- Where to? - Away. You wanted to yesterday.

- Let's go. Let's go now. - No.

Why not?

- I want you. - I've got things to do.

I want to be with you.

No.

Have you seen him?

I'm looking for a Mr. Green.

I hear you're a clever man with paper and money, Mr. Green.

I manage what the law allows, sir.

What does the law say about these?

Clumsily writ, but it's fair and square.

This Earnshaw's got papers like these all over the county.

Buy them for me, Mr. Green. All of them.

I'd hate to see the place fall into the wrong hands.

Why do you always serve me with cold tea?

I'm sorry, ma'am. I'll change it.

And even if I'm alone in the room, kindly shut the doors when you go out.

You know very well I catch cold.

And she lets the fires go out when you two aren't there.

- What is the matter with you today? - Nothing.

- I'll call the doctor. - There's nothing wrong with me.

- You ought to go to bed. - I won't go to bed! Why should I?

Just because you don't like me, you want me out of the way.

- Always picking on me. - Thank you, Nellie.

Since when?

For weeks.

There's been nothing but arguments since Heathcliff came back.

It's nothing to do with him. He's kind, at least.

- Why pick on him? - He's not coming here again.

That's right. We can never see anybody, can we?

Do what you like, the pair of you!

- Have you finished, sir? - I doubt it!

Heathcliff, kind?

He'd crush you like a sparrow's egg.

Since when have I been picking on you?

Ever since he came back.

You want me out of the way. Every time we go for a walk, you plan something.

I just thought you and Edgar didn't like... being with us.

Don't you tell me how I should feel!

Isabella.

You don't mean that you're...

in love?

Yes.

Yes!

Let me go. You're...

- You're hurting me. - You love it.

Someone will see.

Heathcliff. Oh, sweet... precious... Oh, darling.

- Do you fancy a tumble, then? - What's that?

Do you want it here, or in bed?

Oh!

You beast!

- What's the matter, Nellie? - He's the matter.

Him and Miss Isabella, kissing and cuddling.

- I told you to leave Isabella alone. - Yes, you did.

- Did you start it, or did she? - What is it to you? I'm not your husband.

- You needn't be jealous of me. - I'm not jealous. Do what you like.

- But Edgar won't let you in the house. - I don't give a damn about your Edgar.

- I do what I want. - No, you do what I want!

Nellie, could you get out of the room?

- I've something to say to you. - No, I've something to say to you!

I want you to understand that I know how I've been treated.

If you flatter yourself that you've deceived me or that I didn't know it,

then you're a fool.

I went through hell for you.

And if you think it's only me that's going to suffer,

then you'd better think again.

Why me? What have I done to you?

Oh, it's not you.

- It is not you. - Isn't it?

Oh, take Isabella. Hurt Edgar.

Destroy me.

- Nellie, what was all that shouting? - Miss Cathy and Mr. Heathcliff, sir.

- Cathy and Heathcliff? - He took hold of Miss Isabella.

Bold as brass. He took hold of her.

If I thought you really wanted me to marry Isabella,

I'd cut my throat.

Where have you been? Listening at the door?

There are doubts about your birth, sir. You were certainly not born a gentleman.

It was foolish of me to expect you to behave like one.

If you're not out of this house in three minutes, I intend to throw you out.

Edgar, you're not worth the trouble of knocking down.

All right, Nellie, get the men.

If you can't throw him out yourself,

apologise, or take a beating.

Catherine...

Damn you, Catherine.

I compliment you on your taste, Catherine.

- Robert! - Leave!

I'm not going to run with his fist in my gullet.

He's brought the men. He's got a gun!

Come on! And you!

Open up!

Open up the larder!

- Open up or I'll have the law on you! - You are the law, you fool!

You and I and Edgar are far from finished yet.

You'd better tell Isabella to keep out of my way.

I'm going to bed.

Why?

Tell Edgar I'm ill.

- But you're not. - You help me or I'll make myself ill.

- Oh, you wicked girl. - What do you keep saying that for?

Why should I be the only one to suffer?

I'm going to give them both something to cry about.

Catherine.

Don't go.

- I haven't come to argue or apologise. - It would be better if you said nothing.

I've put your supper outside.

I said...

Isabella, I warn you.

If you are insane enough to encourage his attentions, you'll lose every penny.

- And with it, my love and protection. - Huh! I'm no worse off without that.

Then you can go to him empty-handed.

At least I'll give him something you've not known.

Miss Cathy's been in her room for three days, sir.

She hasn't had any food or a drop to drink.

Shall I get Robert to force the door?

What, and damage it? No.

She'll come out soon enough.

You poor baby.

Oh, you foolish thing. How have you lasted?

I'm burning, Nellie. I'm...

I'm burning.

- With child? - Mm.

Four or five months gone.

Didn't you know?

Well, er... no.

I mean... No, I didn't.

Well, this is marvellous.

- Have you heard? - Yes.

Go and find Miss Isabella. We must all be friends again.

- There's been some talk of, er... - Isabella and Heathcliff?

That's all finished. It's quite over.

Miss Isabella?

- Cathy! No! No, you mustn't!

- Catherine! - No! No!

- Get hold of her legs, man. - No, let me go! Let me go!

- Let me go. - She just went mad.

- What did you do to her? - It's Heathcliff.

- Heathcliff? - No, don't speak his name, ever!

Heathcliff.

He's run off with Miss Isabella.

What is it?

Well...

There are bad signs.

You're either going to lose her or the child.

Or maybe lose both.

But is there nothing you can do?

All we can do is to keep her in bed. She must stay there till the spring.

Meantime, keep her happy, keep her calm.

No upsets and no arguments.

They're the first spring flowers from the Heights.

Has the snow almost gone?

Well, almost. There's still a patch or two on the high ground.

Oh, they remind of the south wind.

On the moors.

Do you remember how it was last year when you asked me to marry you?

I wish...

...we could go back and start again.

I'd love to be free.

To be up there where the wind blows.

To run again.

You will.

Get off.

Here.

Joseph, what have you heard?

- Will you help me, please? - I have better things to do.

Been sick. She's up now.

No more?

With child. Seven months.

- And how's Edgar taken that? - Waiting to see the colour of its eyes.

And where do you think you're going?

He's back, then?

Can you tell me where the maid is, please?

- The maid? - Yes.

I'd like to be shown my room.

You're the maid, girl. Find it yourself.

- How can I? I don't know where it is. - Don't whine, for God's sake, girl.

Heathcliff's room. Up the stairs, second on the right.

Make sure you bolt the door, and lock it.

Why?

Because sooner or later, he's going to get this.

But why?

I've signed away half this house, and he's won the rest.

I mean to get it back, and his money.

And then I'll get him.

- Suppose I tell him? - Tell him.

You can watch over him while he's asleep.

Sweet dreams.

Can I have a word with you, sir?

- What is it? - They're back, sir.

I've had a note from Miss Isabella.

She's dreadful unhappy, sir.

And begs forgiveness.

There's nothing to forgive.

Won't you write her a note, sir? Just to say...

You may go and see her if you wish.

And tell him that if he ever sets foot here again, I'll have him shot down.

Hello, Nellie.

It's all right, Nellie. You can give her the note. There's no secrets between us.

I don't have a note.

Your brother sends his love, ma'am.

But says it's impossible to speak to you or ever see you again.

I'm sorry.

Sit down, Nellie.

I want you to do me a favour.

No.

You and Edgar have destroyed me,

and you both come to me as if you were the ones to be pitied.

I shall not pity you.

You've killed me. And grown stronger for it, I think.

I wish I could hold you till we were both dead.

Will you forget me?

Will you be happy when I'm gone?

You know you lie to say that I've killed you.

I could as soon forget you as my life.

Are you not satisfied that I'm in hell already?

Is that not enough for your damn selfishness?

Don't be angry.

That's worse to remember than my harsh words.

Heathcliff.

Come to me.

Do.

Well, that's how I'm loved.

It's not my Heathcliff.

I shall love mine yet, and take him with me. He's in my soul.

I shall soon be dead.

Oh, come to me.

Do.

Do.

Cathy, why did you do it?

You loved me! Nothing in this world could have put us apart but you.

Your own will did it.

I have not broken your heart.

You have.

If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it.

That's enough.

Forgive me. I forgive you.

How can I?

How can I?

Quick! I've seen the master's carriage.

- Cathy, I must go. - No!

- Oh, for heaven's sake! - I must.

Don't listen to her. He's sworn to shoot you.

- He can't hurt us now. - I'll not be far away.

- Before we're all done for, come on! - I'll be back soon.

Heathcliff?

- Catherine. - Where's Heathcliff?

Nellie!

Nellie!

- What is it? - I'll fetch the doctor.

Catherine!

The child's coming.

I'll be in the orchard.

Catherine Earnshaw, I say one prayer.

May you not rest while I am living.

Do not leave me!

Heathcliff.

Cathy?

Cathy!

Cathy!

Listen to him, hammering as if he were master here already.

Are you game?

Or are you as soft as your brother?

Cathy!

Cathy?

Cathy!