All language subtitles for Wuther

Come in, Catherine!

Come on in!

Come here!

Don't torture me! End it.

End it!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!

I will not be living here, then?

Your father is eager to
have you live with him.

Is it a long journey, Uncle?

No.

- Catherine, my love.
- He's gone, Nelly.

My cousin is gone.

How am I to love my
father if I don't know him?

All children love their parents.

Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant
a place as Thrushcross Grange?

It is not so buried in trees
and it is not quite so large.

But... You can see the
country beautifully all around.

Be quiet now. No more questions.

You are already looking so pale.

Ah, you've brought it, have you?

I feared I'd have to come down
and fetch my property myself.

One footstep on my land and you
know what would happen to you.

Well, let's see what we can make of it.

Oh, god, what a beauty!

Damn my soul, it is
worse than I expected.

And the devil knows
I wasn't very helpful.

Looks worse than you.

- Do you know me?
- No.

Well, your mother was a wicked slut

to keep you in ignorance of the
sort of father you possessed!

How dare you? I shall
carry him! Give over!

You have hardly the
strength to carry yourself.

Don't leave me!

I'm not staying here. I can't stay here.

- Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar!
- You'd best be kind to your son.

Else as god is my witness, I
shall find a way of hurting you!

I shall be very kind to
him. You needn't fear.

Why could he not stay just one night?

Just long enough for me
to get to know him better.

Because I do not think that is what his
father would wish for him, Catherine.

- Is he far away?
- Exceeding far.

Your father travelled all night.

When Linton's mother died, I wanted
nothing more than to have him with us.

But that is simply not possible.

We will have to remain as we have always
been. Just you and me. And Nelly here.

All I wanted was a friend!

But you took him away and
you will not tell me why!

So it is not like it always was.

It can never be like that any more!

SIX MONTH LATER

TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE
LINTON 1805-1830. AGED 25 YEARS.

Cathy.

Cathy.

Nelly, thank you!

It was Cathy's. Your mother's.

I've kept it these 18 years.

My father is up at
the church, I suppose.

Why does his sadness at Mother's death

always weigh on his
happiness that I was born?

Now, now, chick.

What shall we do to cheer you up?

I know where I wish to go.

Where a colony of moorgame is settled.

That must be a good
distance up. I'm not so sure.

Please, Nelly! You did ask me.

It is my birthday.

All right.

But we must be back within the hour.

Where are they, Miss
Catherine? We must go back.

A little further. Only
a little further, Ellen.

We must go back. We really must go back!

Miss Catherine!

What are you doing, girl?

I was searching for grouse eggs.

On my land?

That would be poaching.

Papa said there were
quantities on the moor.

And I would never have taken
any. I just wished to see them.

And Papa is Mr Linton of
Thrushcross Grange, is he not?

Who are you?

- You don't know me?
- Of course I don't.

Yet I know you.

Catherine.

You may know my name
but you don't know me.

I know enough to know that
today is your birthday.

I was acquainted with your mother.

I know that today is the
anniversary of her death.

I see.

And you saw me and
recognised my mother in me?

No. There is nothing
of your mother in you.

How, then?

Come and meet my son.

You know him already. He
would help explain everything.

Know him? How could I?

Come to my house and see, child.

I will come, but I
think you are mistaken.

Catherine!

Catherine, no!

No, I forbid it!

Now...

Who is that?

Didn't I tell you you knew him?

Linton?

Is that you?

- He's your son?
- Catherine!

I prayed so to see you before I died.

You were so close these past months.

Why did you never come and see me?

Best ask your father that.

My father?

He told me that Linton
was living many miles away.

So you must be my uncle, then!

If you have any kisses,
child, give them to Linton.

We should go, young lady!
You should not have come here!

Why? Because I would discover
that my cousin should be so close?

Make yourself at home, Nelly.

Your old chair still sits there for you.

You lived here too?

She did indeed. And she
raised your mother here.

Is this true, Nelly?

She raised me also.

Although I don't know if Nelly looks
at me with pride for the job she did.

Now son,

have you nothing you can
go and show your cousin?

Take her to the stables
to see the horses.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

I love being out of doors, don't you?

Hareton! Come here.

You shall have to
settle for Hareton here.

Isn't he a handsome lad?

Go with her around the farm.

Behave like a gentleman,
mind. And don't stare.

There.

Now you have a challenger
for your cousin's heart.

It's some damnable writing,
but I cannot read it.

Perhaps I could help you to read.
If your master would allow it.

My master? My master?!

Damn you!

I'll see thee damned before
tha' calls me servant!

I'm sorry if I gave offence.

He's not a servant.

He's your cousin too.

My cousin?

I have tied his tongue.

He will never be able to emerge
from his coarseness and ignorance.

And is this how you take your revenge?

By warping the next generation?

Is that why you lured
young Catherine here?

I just want her and Linton
to get to know each other.

Where's the harm of it?

From now on, you are to avoid
his house and his family.

I know this is because
you dislike Mr Heathcliff.

No, it is because he dislikes me.

And is a most diabolical man.
Delighting to wrong and ruin

those he hates if they give
him the slightest opportunity.

But Mr Heathcliff was
quite cordial, Father.

He didn't object to
our seeing each other.

He detests you on my
account. I am certain of that.

You will listen to me and you will obey
me. You will not visit Wuthering Heights...

You must rest, sir.

I cannot abandon her to him.

I cannot.

Thank you, darling Catherine.
And now you must go.

Catherine!

Catherine, no! You don't know my father!

Please, I beg you!

Let me guess which is your room.

Catherine, will you
please desist in this?!

Stop!

My father will strike anyone
who as much as touches it.

This is my mother, isn't it?

Yes.

This is my mother's room.

Yes.

Why would Mr Heathcliff
keep a portrait of my mother?

Why?

Why would he do that?

Because he loved her.

Because he loved her
before your father did.

And she loved him.

What? Why do you say such things?

- My father says it is true!
- You liar!

You liar!

It's locked!

Where does your father keep the key?

I am 18 years old and I am dying!

For pity's sake, Linton!

And that is why Father wants us
to be married as soon as we can.

- What?
- He made me change my will.

And bequeath everything to him.

He wants us to be married.

He wanted me to lure you here.

I tried not to act the traitor
but you would not leave!

You would not leave!

All the doors have
been locked, Catherine.

Help! Help!

If you want to see your father before
he dies, you must obey Heathcliff.

You must!

You think I would ever
love you before my father?!

I take it from this touching scene that
you have made your offer of marriage.

And young Miss Linton is
expressing some misgivings.

Give me that key.

I would not marry him if
you keep me here for ever.

By this time tomorrow,
I shall be your father.

So you had better get
used to appeasing me.

Nelly!

I'm close now.

I'm close, my love.

Nelly! I've been so foolish.

- My father...
- He is gravely ill, my love.

- He may not last the night.
- Please take me home.

Hareton, I know this scheme
cannot be of your devising.

I know there is good in you!

Cathy.

Can it be true, Nelly, that
my mother loved this monster?

They were childhood sweethearts.

Nothing more.

Yet the writing... Cathy, Heathcliff.

Cathy, Heathcliff.

Over and over.

Hello, my love!

My love.

Come home.

Please just come home.

He's an orphan.

I found him on the streets of Liverpool.

Where he would have
died with his mother.

He will not tell me his name, so...

I'm going to name him myself.

Cathy, Hindley,

this is Heathcliff.

Your new brother.

I don't know what the master was thinking of,
bringing a gypsy brat like you into the house.

Is it hardness than gentleness
that stops you from complaining?

I tell thee, as god is my judge,

there's been understair work there.

Mr Earnshaw has shown great charity.

And that's all there is to this.

Now then, young man.
Have you been baptised?

He's... not much of
a one for conversation.

You know how I feel about
baptisms, Mr Earnshaw.

And as he's a bastard, his
soul is in greater peril.

Heathcliff, why don't you go
off and join the others, eh?

Come on.

What did I tell you, Nelly?

I found that child in the gutter

and I shall raise him up to be
a fine, upstanding gentleman.

Good to see you know
your place, gypsy boy.

I said...glad...to...see
you know your place!

Cuckoo in the nest? Cuckoo in the nest?

Don't look your betters in the eye.

No, Hindley! Hindley,
stop! Stop it, I say!

He needs to be shown his place, Cathy.

Else he'll kill us all in our beds!

You boys! Stop it!

What is going on?

What have you to say for yourselves?

I will ask once more before I order
Joseph to flog the both of you.

What was the cause of the fight?

Joseph.

The other boy said
that Heathcliff was...

..your bastard.

He said you kept a whore in
Liverpool when Mother was dying.

Heathcliff said he could
say what he liked about him,

but not blacken your name.

Thank you, Cathy.

You and Heathcliff may go.

Who was it that...

told this boy from the village
these wicked things, do you suppose?

You do agree that they
are wicked things to say?

The boy was only repeating what
the whole village is saying.

Is no man allowed to act charitably
in this world without even his own son

ascribing the basest
motives for his actions?

We cannot attend church
without fingers pointing

- and tongues wagging.
- Fine.

Fine.

Then we will no longer go to church.

You will be going away to school
soon. This need not concern you.

Well, I say.

Who is this handsome young squire?

Goodbye, Nelly.

You be sure to come back
from school a gentleman.

Goodbye, son.

Watch him, Cathy! Watch
Heathcliff very closely.

He's a cuckoo in the nest.

He feeds on Father's affections

until Father won't have
anything left to give you.

Who's there?

Cathy!

Cathy!

Back before supper!

And don't get into trouble,

else I'll have the magistrate onto you!

Heathcliff!

Do you not think this horse
would suit you well? Eh?

I bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.

So it's only fair.

Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful.

Come on, Heathcliff. Would you like him?

A fine thoroughbred, this one.

- 16 hands high.
- He does look fine.

Do you not think, Heathcliff?

A deal, then?

There's no rush is there?

Oh, we've got a right
little trader here, have we?

Let them run in the field.

What's that?

I said let them run in the field.

- Now let's not be silly.
- Do as he says if you want a sale.

Come on, lad.

All right.

Come on.

That's your thoroughbred.

- He's a sharp young man, is he not?
- Sharp as a razor.

If I didn't know better, I'd say
he had a touch of gypsy in him.

You can ride it, race
it, jump it, hunt it.

Oh, I wish I were young,
then I could enjoy myself.

She's yours.

- Good man.
- Thank you.

Where do you suppose I'm from?

Where do you suppose I began?

You began in here.

I dreamed you up.

Heathcliff, don't fret so.

That horse trader at the fair
sensed my wretched beginnings.

It's like a badge I'll
always have to wear.

Your beginnings might have
been more noble than any of us.

Look at you.

You're fit for a prince in disguise.

Mr Heathcliff's horse!

Master, you're needed!

Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.

Father's dead!

Try not to look so surly.

He hates me, I hate him. No
end of smiling will change that.

Mr Hindley, sir.

My dear.

You must be Cathy! I
have longed to meet you!

I shall be quite the big sister to you!

Cathy.

Now perhaps, Cathy, you could
show my wife around our house.

So she can choose which
room suits her best.

I was hoping that we could
have adjoining rooms, sister!

Don't just stand there
gawping, Heathcliff.

Go and see to the horses!

From henceforth, you and Joseph will
quarter yourselves in the back kitchen.

I want my wife to have free run of the house
and I don't want her to be falling over servants

- all day.
- Of course.

No matter to me where I am.

As long as I have the
good book to guide me.

Oh, good. I was wondering
where you were skulking off to.

Is that any way to address your brother?

From now on, you will keep
company only with the servants.

You will earn your keep
by labouring out of doors.

If you're sure that's what
Father would have wished.

And you will never speak
to me or the mistress

unless spoken to first. Is that clear?

How can you smile?

Because one day I shall pay back
Hindley with pain and anguish.

Is it not for god to
punish wicked people?

No.

He shall not the
satisfaction that I shall.

I don't care how long I have to wait.

I just hope he doesn't die before me.

Don't talk in such a way, my love.

You know, when I think of revenge,

I don't feel pain.

Would you rather I felt pain?

Now you say your prayers,
young man.

You are a servant
and you will say your prayers!

You can beat me, Joseph.
I will not say my prayers

and your rod is that of any man.

These beatings, they'll be nothing to the hell
I'm trying to save you from.

I am already in hell.

I am already in hell.

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

What are you doing here?

One day I will punish god.

Heathcliff?

I'm not just weeping for our father.

I'm weeping for what will become of us.

We've lost our protector.

How can we ever be together again?

I dreamt once that I was in heaven.

I don't want to harken to your dreams.

And heaven didn't seem to be my home.

And I broke my heart with weeping

to come back to Earth.

The angels, they were
so angry with me that

they flung me out. Into
the middle of the heath

on top of Wuthering Heights.

And I woke, sobbing for joy,

because you were here.

We cannot escape each other.

We cannot.

Then let's run away.

- When?
- Now.

Tomorrow.

That gives us a day to
get what little I've saved.

Yes.

Who's there?

Who's in there?

Is that you, you devil Heathcliff?

Is that you, boy?

Hey!

Pious old fool. Does
he ever stop praying?

Only to flog me.

I saw you!

I saw the pair of you!

Cathy, if we get
caught, they'll hang us.

You cannot leave without
having just one peek!

He dances like a badly trained monkey.

Who's there?

Who's there?

Let's go. Let's go.

He won't come out here.
He hasn't the heart for it.

Go on, lad!

Heathcliff, run! He holds me!

Get back to hell, you devil!

Don't move, you fiend! You
shall go to the gallows for this.

- She's hurt, fool. She needs help.
- Hold your tongue.

The rascals knew yesterday was
Father's rent day, no doubt.

Is there no stopping
these people's insolence?!

It would be a kindness to hang
him before he does more damage.

- Miss Earnshaw!
- Of course it's Miss Earnshaw.

- You are hurt!
- Are you sure, Edgar?

Miss Earnshaw running around the
country with that frightful thing?

I shall carry her home if I have to.

She's too weak to do anything.
I will take her inside.

Kindly tell your master
we will send her back

- when she is fully recovered.
- Heathcliff!

One more step and I shall take
pleasure in putting you down.

- Heathcliff!
- We will nurse you until the doctor arrives.

I will ride and to
Gimmerton immediately.

And did they say how long they
were intending on keeping her?

- They wouldn't tell me.
- I see.

- I thought I'd be due a flogging.
- Far from it.

Get out, then!

And Heathcliff,

if you speak one word to Cathy while
she is staying with the Lintons,

or try to contact her in any way,

you will be dismissed. Instantly.

Keep our patient behind
doors for five weeks.

Dr Kenneth doesn't think you'll...

be running about on the
moors for a little while yet.

I can go on horseback.

I'm not sure that's advisable,
not from what he was saying.

I shall die of boredom!

Well, Isabella and I were thinking
that, since you are forbidden

from moving, perhaps she
could paint your portrait

while you sit. We could think
up no end of distractions.

No end of distractions. How lovely.

You know...

If you choose to accept our
kindness, that doesn't mean

you're betraying your own
nature. Or that of your friend.

And you have had a terrible shock
and you've lost a lot of blood, and...

I know your father died recently.

So, all in all, you seem like a...

a young lady who might not have had
a lot of care in her life of late.

So, as...

stiff and as pompous as Isabella
and I might seem compared with...

If you would just let us look after you,

would that really be such a bad thing?

The Lintons will blame you, of course,

for her heathen upbringing
and her wild ways.

I'm sure they will.

I'm sure the brother will pay me a visit

to lecture me on my
brotherly carelessness.

So why are you looking
so pleased with yourself?

Because...

the longer she is there,

the more likely she will come
under some civilising influence.

My dear,

we may even be able to
recover our family's good name.

I think it came Paris.

- That would be a bird?
- If this is a bird?

- A bird.
- It is, yes.

It's a blue tit.

- Or the family of blue tit.
- It is white, not a blue tit.

Well, I think it's a...
the plumage of winter ...

Bird no personality!

Cathy, I should scarcely have known you!

Where is the wild little
savage from five weeks ago?

- Don't touch them, my love!
- Come, boys!

You'll spoil your dress.

Catherine!

You're quite the young lady!

Is Heathcliff not here?

Heathcliff, you may come forward!

You may greet Miss Cathy
like the other servants.

Well, Heathcliff?

Have you forgotten me? Is
that why you scowl at me?

I have not forgotten
someone who looked like you.

Someone you no longer seem to be.

Do not tease me, my love.

Shake hands, Heathcliff. Once,
in a way that is permitted.

Perhaps you may learn
from Cathy's example.

I'll not stand here to be laughed at.

Why are you refusing to see me?

Because I don't know you.

Hindley is right.

Our little savage is lost
and it was her that I loved.

I know you.

And I love you.

In the way a mistress loves her servant?

- No.
- Come away with me, then.

As we planned.

There.

The pause that betrays you.

- I'm frightened.
- Of what?

Of me?

Or poverty?

You're asking me to risk my reputation.

Once a woman's reputation
has gone, she has nothing.

The old Cathy would never
had said such a thing.

The old Cathy didn't know the
world and how it regarded us.

I have tried to leave you.

But your love holds me here.

Now if you mean to be indifferent to me,

at least do me the
favour of releasing me.

I'm as trapped as you are.

Except your cage is
more gilded than mine.

Why don't you dress up smart

before Cathy's guests arrive?

Master says that everyone is welcome.

I do not think that
Cathy will welcome me.

If I tell you that she cries whenever
I tell her that you're not here?

I would say I've more
reason to cry than her.

If you tried to mend your appearance,

then Edgar Linton shall
look quite a doll beside you.

And how will I have the chance
of ever being as rich as he?

Now,

don't you think
yourself rather handsome?

I kept some of Mr Earnshaw's
best suits when he died.

I think they'd be a good fit on you.

You wash yourself and I
shall lay one out on your bed.

And when you come back, see if you
don't make all the ladies swoon.

Fair now, Hindley.

Did I not tell you my dress
would look wonderful on Cathy?

You are making me proud,
Cathy. Very proud indeed.

I think I can hear them arriving!

- Try not to run!
- Hush, darling.

She's a spirited girl and it would
be a shame to tame her completely.

Remember, Heathcliff,
show an amiable humour.

Splendid that you could come.

Not as grand as the Grange, of course.

- But, please.
- It's charming.

- No, I'm not your servant.
- To the stable, you vagabond.

I am not your servant.

Do not stare at me as
though I am nothing.

- You've been combing your pretty curls, have you?
- Please, Linton!

Your dirty gypsy locks, you
fiend! I will break your insolence!

- Linton, stop it!
- I will break you!

- Stop it! You brute!
- Stop!

All right, young man.

What have you got to say for yourself?

Your own father brought me home because
he wanted a son that he could love.

All the flogging in the
world won't change that.

Well, perhaps next time you can
come and have tea at the grange.

Perhaps you can flog one of your servants
while we're indetermined.

Cathy, I...

- Where is my wife?
- She took herself to bed.

She felt suddenly out of sorts.

Well, that brute of a
servant warmed me nicely.

Next time, Edgar, take the
law into your own fists.

It will give you an appetite.

Come now, eat up!

That gypsy won't be offending us again.

Joseph has locked him in
the stable for the night.

Bring that in!

We'll be discovered. You'd better go in.

Go on.

- Go!
- Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Where is the wretch? Where is he?

Heathcliff!

Fetch the doctor and be quick about it.

Tell him that my wife has
started with the child.

And I know how fast you can ride, gypsy.

So if he is not back here
within the hour, then, by god,

I shall hang you from the stable beams.

You have a son. You have a lovely son.

Earnshaw, it was a blessing
your wife was spared long enough

- to give you this son.
- She is not dead?

Damn you, I will not believe it!

You know better than to
choose such a sickly lass.

How dare you?!

Get out of my house! Get out!

Do not bring him near me, Nelly.

Not unless you want to
see me dash his brains out!

Do not smile, my love.

If I tell you why I am smiling,
I think you'll smile too.

Tell me.

As Hindley was flogging me,
I chanted a curse. And look.

He's lost the only person
that ever loved him.

You cannot welcome the
death of a baby's mother.

I welcome anything that
makes Hindley suffer.

Say you're sorry for
talking like this, my love.

No, I'm not sorry.

I sometimes think your true
passion is hate rather than love.

Hindley?

You would turn every
gentleman's head in Yorkshire.

Heathcliff.

Going somewhere?

Where would I go, my love? It's raining.

Yet you have that
silk frock on, my love.

Someone coming here perhaps?

- Perhaps.
- Edgar Linton?

That's enough, Nelly! Let me alone!

Three months ago, we laid together.

Yet since then, every evening
is spent with the Lintons.

Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.

Perhaps he doesn't talk of curses
and fall into a brooding silence.

So you dislike my company.

It's no company at all when people
know nothing and say nothing.

There.

There. At last you've said it.
I'm no longer worthy of you.

I shall make you suffer for
this. So I'm cursed too, am I?

No, I'm the one that is truly cursed.

I was cursed the moment
I laid eyes on you.

How does Hindley do?

He drinks.

And the little one, his baby?

How is Hareton?

- I'm not come too soon, am I?
- No.

What are you doing there, Nelly?

My work, miss.

Take yourself and your dusters off.

- Leave the room, Nelly!
- Cathy, love. Cathy!

I hate her fidgeting in my presence!

- You must not go.
- I must.

- I feel you do not want me here.
- Edgar Linton, sit down.

You shall not leave me in that temper.

I shall be miserable all night.

I believe you are far too kind
to wish me miserable for you.

If that's you, Nelly, then
I'm sorry for scolding you.

- I wish now that you'd stayed.
- Not Nelly, tis I.

Cathy, what is it? What's the matter?

Edgar Linton's asked me to marry him.

And have you given him your answer?

But you did not say no.

And have you considered how you
will bear the separation from me?

And how I will be quite deserted
in the world without you?

Did you consider that?

You quite deserted? We separated?

- Who is to separate us, pray?
- You...

- will be Mrs Linton.
- Yes.

And as Mrs Linton, I can aid you to rise

and place you out of my brother's power.

With your husband's
money, you will rescue me.

Do you think I can endure such a thing?

No. You will be Mrs Linton.

Do you love Mr Edgar?

Of course I do.

Why do you love him?

- I do is not sufficient?
- By no means.

You must say why.

Because he's handsome
and... pleasant to be with.

That's bad.

I shall be rich.

I'll be the greatest
woman in the neighbourhood.

Bad still.

However, I suppose your
brother will be pleased.

Edgar Linton is a good
man and he will save you.

Tis neither practical nor desirable
for you to marry Heathcliff.

And if you love Edgar,
and Edgar loves you...

..where is the obstacle?

Nelly, my love for Edgar is
like the foliage in the woods.

Time will change it, I'm well aware.

My love for Heathcliff resembles
the eternal rocks beneath.

My great miseries in this world
have been Heathcliff's miseries.

If all else perished and he remained,

I should still continue to be.

Nelly, I am Heathcliff.

Not as a pleasure but as my own being!

I cannot think of our separation.

I will never talk of
our separation again.

THREE YEARS LATER

The vows you are about to take are

to be made in the presence of god.

Who is judge of all,

and knows all the secrets of our hearts.

At last they arrive!

You have picked the
moor clean of flowers!

I think there is a small patch of
heather left near Penistone Crags!

How I love them. And how I love you.

Kiss me, Hareton. Damn thee, kiss me!

Unnatural cub, come hither!

You come hither!

Hindley. Hindley.

The boy is tired. So are you.

Why don't you go and rest somewhere?

As you wish, sister mine.

As you wish.

That was gently done, Cathy.

Perhaps marriage agrees with me.

Are you happy?

Dear Nelly, I have such
faith in Edgar's love,

I believe I might kill him and
he wouldn't wish to retaliate!

Oh, Cathy, we shall
be such fond sisters!

Of course we shall.

Perhaps next time we're having a
wedding breakfast, it will be yours.

What do you think you're doing?

I need you to take this.

Promise you won't tell your
husband else he'll throttle me.

- Who will?
- He did not give a name.

I KNOW THAT YOU BETRAYED ME

The man who gave you this
note, did he say anything else?

No. He just told me to promise
you wouldn't tell your husband.

Where did you meet him? Where?

Are you all right, darling?

Who was that?

You're trembling!

Just... Just a boy spying
on the celebrations.

It reminded me of when
I first looked in on you.

Of course. And you were
with that gypsy who ran away.

Heathcliff.

That's right. Heathcliff.

Well, would you look at
that! A jack straight away!

Look at this, a jack!

That's three points to me.

- I beg. I beg!
- He begs.

What are the chances of another jack
turning up like that, Mr Hindley?

I would say the chances
are very high indeed

if the man dealing the cards is a
cheating blackguard of the lowest order.

I don't know you, sir.

But as you are a gentleman, I'll
let you apologise for that remark

and leave this place unscathed.

I may be a gentleman now, but I
just spent the last three years

in the company of men lower than you.

I know you. Don't I know you?

I defy you to repeat
that allegation, sir.

I defy you to speak to your
new landlord in such a way.

Landlord?! That's not right, sir.

Do you not live in Penistone Cottages

like all the other millworkers?

I just bought the lease of
those cottages only this morning.

And I must warn you,

I do not relent in
exacting my due from anyone.

Happen I were... I was just...

I was just taking advantage of the fact
that Mr Hindley were taken in drink, sir.

Keep it. Keep it.

You may lie to Mr Hindley
till he goes to hell.

But you do not lie to
me, do you understand?

Yes, sir.

So...

My cards, are they not?

Did you ever play
Trinidad All-Fours, sir?

No.

Now there is a game for cut-throats.

And Londoners.

I'm afraid the day...
the celebrations...

I am a little feverish.

Of course. Of course.

Inconsiderate of me. Um...

You sleep here. I will have Nelly
make up a bed in my old room.

Thank you.

You are very kind.

Husband.

Gave her the message you sent, sir.

Good lad. Good lad.

Now, how much did you
start with tonight, sir?

Twenty shillings, sir.

Well, there's six.
And as for you, boy ...

The rest is for you.

- How, sir?
- Eight pounds, take it.

Come with me, I'll see you
safe home, with such a fortune.

Take his coat.

Will resolve this outside. Gentlemen.

So... the devil sent him
back to us, has he?

Still alive, Joseph?

Still strong and all.

Perhaps God is keeping you on Earth

because he would find your
company so irksome in heaven.

Your blasphemy don't touch me.

It's your soul you're damning.

My soul is already damned, Joseph.

You can count on that.