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(MUTTERING VOICES)

"The days of man are but as grass

"for he flourisheth as the 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 forever 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

"and His kingdom ruleth over all.

"For as much 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,

"to change our vile body to be like

"unto his glorious body,

"according to the mighty working

"whereby He is able to subdue

"all things unto Himself."

WOMAN'S VOICE: It seemed a long while to us all...

The waiting for Mr. Earnshaw

to return from Liverpool.

He was expected by suppertime of the 3rd day

but it was long after dark

and we had long since tired

of running down to the gate

to look for him

and were sitting wearily by the fire

with Mrs. Earnshaw...

Who would've had us all to bed

had we not begged to be allowed to stay up,

for the master had promised us all a present.

A fiddle for Hindley,

a riding whip for little Cathy

and some apples and pears for me

even though I was just the serving girl.

MRS. EARNSHAW: Cathy,

Cathy, wake up. Your father's home.

CATHY: Dear father, I was asleep.

HINDLEY: Did you get my fiddle?

Let me be a minute. Hold on. Hold on.

I feel as if I've been torn to pieces.

HINDLEY: But did you get my fiddle?

CATHY: My whip?

Patience.

HINDLEY: Father, did you get it?

Patience. Let your father get his breath.

MRS. EARNSHAW: You'll see everything soon enough.

2 Whole days I took coming here.

The roads were that bad.

Now,

this isn't exactly what you've been expecting

but, ah, say it's a gift from God.

(GASPING)

He 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 what it is, you get shot of it.

MR. EARNSHAW: What? And let him starve?

Why not?

Plenty more do.

MR. EARNSHAW: Hmph.

What's so special about him

that makes you so fine and tender?

Nothing.

Except I found him in Liverpool

without a soul to...

And no doubt found more besides.

There's no need to drag your doings back here.

You're too clever for me.

And 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?

Well, 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 and cleaned.

Take him to sleep with the others.

What's his name?

His name?

We'll call him Heathcliff, after our 1st son.

There's something of the same look about him.

Get to bed.

HINDLEY: But it's broken.

He's broken it.

He's spoilt everything!

Rotten little gypo!

Just you mind your manners

and stop that face and get to bed.

Why did he have to break it?

MR. EARNSHAW: 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 eternally grateful

"and may we rejoice in Thy bountiful

"goodness forever, Lord." Amen.

ALL: Amen.

Come on, lad.

I'm going to take Heathcliff with me to Gimmerton.

We'll take the musket and see

If we can't find some game on the way, eh?

CATHY: Can I come?

Oh, maybe, maybe.

Joseph, you can bring me in some more turnips tonight.

JOSEPH: Aye, mistress.

Cathy! Child, not so much noise.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Well, why don't you go with them?

But you...

Oh!

What is it?

What's the matter?

(SOBBING)

What's the matter?

My love,

whatever happens...

I-I know that nothing's going to, but...

I-I want you to remember...

You're the son of this this h-house.

It's all going to come to you, everything... The land, everything.

Mother, don't...

It's yours. It's all got to come to you, and not t-t...

MR. EARNSHAW: 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.

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Maybe more besides.

Come on, lad.

Come on.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

NELLIE: Despite Cathy's increasing affection

for Heathcliff,

I could see from the start

that his presence bred ill-feeling in the family.

Less than 2 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 is the lad I've come to see you about.

Hindley?

What trouble has he been causing you?

Why, 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 rather 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.

MR. EARNSHAW: Go on, pour it out. Pour it out.

What are the costs of this, ah,

education nonsense, hmm?

50 or 60 pounds.

What?

A year, that is.

50 pounds a year?

SCHOOLMASTER: 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 50 pounds...

Say 60 pounds.

I'm sure if your dear wife were still alive

it's what she would have wished.

COACHMAN: Any more for York?

NELLIE: I, it seemed, was the only one

who regretted his departure.

COACHMAN: Come on, gee up. Come on.

But in the years that followed,

I took some comfort in the fact

that 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.

MR. EARNSHAW: Nellie!

Nellie!

The fire, girl.

Do you want me to freeze to death?

NELLIE: 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.

At this time 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.

What, tho' my parents frown and scold

Still jockey I approve

The youth is handsome, free and bold

And pays me love for love

And father at jockey'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.

Goodnight, Father.

What's the matter?

Come now, don't fret.

Father?

What's the matter?

Father!

Leave him be, boy.

Oh!

CATHY: Nellie!

Nellie!

(WHISPERING) Nellie.

I've seen the carriage.

It's Hindley.

(LAUGHING)

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.

(COW LOWING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

When I'm dead,

I think I'll come and haunt you

as a sunset.

(LAUGHING) No, perhaps not.

I think I'd 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?

(GASPING)

Remember this?

The elf-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.

(STIFLING LAUGHTER)

Heathcliff.

I swear never to leave you.

Or this place.

Or this place.

(SIGHING)

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 Pennistone Crag

if we ever break this vow.

Now, kiss me.

Nellie,

from now on I want you to eat in the kitchen.

And Joseph.

Yes, master.

You can eat in the kitchen, too.

And you can, both of you, sleep in the rooms above.

Above what?

The barn.

My wife and I want the house to ourselves.

3 Places are enough.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

Joseph!

Yes, master.

Now that I'm back,

Heathcliff'll have to work for his keep

if he wants to stay here.

Treat him like the others. Work him just as hard.

Right, master.

And Joseph,

no favors.

Father's dead now.

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

CATHY: I can see you.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

Heathcliff?

(WAVES CRASHING)

It's no good hiding.

I can see you.

I can.

(WHISPERING) Heathcliff.

Aaahhhh!

(CATHY SCREAMING)

(LAUGHING)

(LAUGHING) You rotten pig, you.

(LAUGHING)

Hey, let's go to the Grange.

Oh, yes, let's.

Come on.

(HARPSICHORD PLAYING)

(FOOTSTEPS)

Ha ha ha ha ha ha.

Well, play it yourself then.

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

(HEATHCLIFF AND CATHY LAUGHING)

(ANIMAL NOISES)

(ISABELLA SCREAMING)

Mamma!

Mamma! Mamma!

Mamma! Come quickly.

(ANIMAL NOISES)

HEATHCLIFF: Quick, come on.

Robert. Robert.

Tom, look,

ruffians out in the grounds. Quickly. Come on. Out.

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

TOM: Logarth, Caesar.

(DOGS BARKING)

Ahh!

Where are they? I'll give them a taste of this.

ROBERT: We've got 'em, sir. A boy and a girl.

MR. LINTON: Attacking a magistrate's house,

and on the Sabbath, too.

By God, they'll swing for this.

Fasten the door, Tom.

If she's hurt, you...

MR. LINTON: 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.

MR. LINTON: It's not our fault.

She shouldn't be here in the first place.

This must be the young lascar

that Earnshaw brought back from Liverpool.

Shut your mouth or I'll rip your tongue out,

you fat bastard.

Get him out of here.

I'm not leaving here without her.

Thank you. A delightful sermon, as usual.

Thank you.

See you for dinner on Wednesday.

Thank you, sir.

Thank you very much indeed.

Good-bye.

Cathy would like to stay with us a few days longer.

I take it you have no objection?

Oh, if she's not too much of a burden, Mrs. Linton.

On the contrary, we shall be delighted,

so would the children.

Frances tells me you've worked wonders

With her over the past few weeks.

Wait till you see her, Hindley.

Thanks to Mrs. Linton's devotion,

she has the manners of a lady.

And she will be treated as such on her return.

I promise 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.

(LAUGHING)

Oh, Cathy, you look wonderful.

Wonderful.

Oof!

Oh, you do look nice.

What do you think, Nel?

Oh,

oh, Miss Cathy.

Ha, ha, come on in.

CATHY: They've got 2 dogs...

2!

First, yes, at first they were so fierce,

but then... Then they'd eat out of my hand.

Absolutely!

Oh, Miss Cathy, you look beautiful.

You'll get flour on it, Nellie.

No, let me do it, Nellie.

Oh, did you ever see such beautiful hair?

I know. Mrs. Linton did it for me.

Did she?

- Do you like the dress? - You look really fine.

Yes, it's beautiful.

She knit it.

Oh,

where's Heathcliff?

I sent for him. Heathcliff?

Oh!

(GIGGLING)

(CATHY KISSING)

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!

Oh!

Joseph!

(ROOSTER CROWING)

Uh!

Hold him.

All right, you little bastard.

I've been waiting for this for the past 10 years,

and by God, you're going to remember it.

(PANTING)

HINDLEY: All of a sudden I feel very hungry.

CATHY: Heathcliff.

Oh!

Did he hurt you that much?

Come here.

Let me see.

Let me see.

Oh.

Nellie, he's...

He's hurt. We must do something.

You go eat. Quick. They're waiting for you.

I can't.

Look, I'll look after him.

Go on, before there's more trouble.

(MUMBLING) I'm all right.

I'm all right.

Let me wash those cuts and put some oil on.

(SOBBING) I'm going to get him, Nellie.

I don't care how long it takes.

I'm... I'm...

I'm gonna get him.

You mustn't talk like that. No.

What's done is done.

Oh.

We must

learn to forgive each other.

I-it's for God to punish the wicked.

Why should God have all the satisfaction?

Oh.

Oh!

SERVANT GIRL: Nellie!

Nellie!

Joseph!

Joseph, where's Nellie?

She's down yonder by the stream there.

What's the matter then?

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 missus must go.

Oh, Lord.

Is she very ill?

SERVANT GIRL: The doctor says she'll be dead before winter.

What?

The doctor says she'll be dead before winter.

Mr. Hindley says you're to look after it,

nurse and feed it.

How's the baby?

Soon be running about.

But I heard that Dr. Kenneth says...

I don't give a damn what Dr. Kenneth says.

Frances is as right as rain.

She'll be up and about in a week or so.

I'll go up and see to her.

Nellie.

I, uh,

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 care 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, shh... You lie back.

And you're not to chatter

or the master won't see you.

I promise I won't speak,

but 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.

(CROWD TALKING LOUDLY)

MAN: I've never been so lucky!

If we're going to play cards, let's play cards.

- Where's my drink? - (LAUGHING)

Take no notice of them.

MAN: (YELLING) Belle.

Hindley's just got to get those dreadful people

out of this house.

How can I invite anybody in here?

There's no decent folk who'll come here now.

It makes me feel so foolish at the Linton's.

Everybody knows what's going on in here.

(WOMAN SCREAMING)

Nellie.

Don't be so stupid, girl.

They didn't mean anything.

Don't touch me, or my father'll have

something to say to you.

Hindley, how could you?

He'll say naught if he wants to go on working for me.

He may not care to

and there's many others that feels the same.

Why, you little... Bitch.

Ahh!

Where the bloody hell do you think you're go...

- Get out of here! - Ahhhh!

Edgar is a very foolish young man.

Oh Mamma, really.

If you'd seen how he's been moping the last few days.

Isabella, you know that's just not true.

Oh, 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?

EDGAR: Mamma, really.

What will Catherine think of me?

What would you like me to think, Edgar?

(COW LOWING)

Where are you going?

Nowhere.

Then what're you all dressed up for?

It may surprise you to know

that some people not only wash every day,

they dress like this all the time.

You don't.

Well, I do now.

Are you going to Thrushcross Grange?

Maybe. Maybe not, heh.

But you spent nearly all last week there.

I never see you.

Well you can see me now.

You know what I mean.

Cathy,

don't go.

Get your dirty hands off me.

Oh, you. You...

Ahh!

(CROWD CHEERING)

Oh!

Ohh!

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

(DOG BARKING)

Ohh!

Ohh!

Uh!

I'm not having any more trouble here.

Stop this violence at once.

I won't have this behavior in my parish.

I know all of you and your captain.

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

Come, sir.

Hindley.

(GIGGLING)

(HORSE NICKERING)

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?

Oh, 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.

Well, 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.

Oh, yes, you are.

CATHY: You're thinking, "What about Heathcliff?"

What about Heathcliff?

CATHY: I don't know.

I don't know.

Oh, Nellie,

nobody could marry Heathcliff.

I-I mean, he's... He's a wild animal.

It would be a 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.

Oh, God.

You don't think he could...

I don't know.

Why didn't you tell me?

I just saw!

Oh, Nellie.

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Oh, Joseph,

have you seen Heathcliff?

Isn't he here?

No!

Go on.

Heathcliff!

Nellie,

do you think he's hiding somewhere?

If he is...

He'll not be found unless he wants to be.

Oh, we must find him.

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

What does it matter if he did?

Nellie, it's Heathcliff I love, not Edgar.

Don't you understand?

Then why...?

Because 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?

Of course.

Why else do you think I'd marry Edgar?

Oh, I know he loves me,

and it will 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.

CATHY: Heathcliff!

(STRONG WIND BLOWING)

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Unh!

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

You look like a drowned rat.

She's not ill, is she?

I don't want any more sickness in the house.

(SNIFFLING)

HINDLEY: Cathy, what were you doing outside all night?

She's been chasing after lads like usual.

You weren't with Heathcliff, were you?

I never saw him.

Because if you were, he can pack his bags

And get the hell out of here.

I never saw him.

Well, I don't care.

I'm sick and tired of him here, anyway.

I was going to get rid of him.

Well, you'll never have that pleasure

because he's gone.

(SOBBING)

(PANTING)

This is a very bad fever, Nellie.

Keep the others away

and feed her on gruel, whey and water.

Will you be coming back?

We'll see.

(MOANING)

Hey, you girl.

What?

Nellie.

Yes?

You'd best go see to your young lady.

What, again?

Aye, she's screaming fit to bust.

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

I'll not set foot in there. That's woman's work.

Then try some of this.

The window stays shut.

All right, you can 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.

You leave the door open

and the one downstairs, too.

Just you lie still and think yourself

lucky enough to be alive.

All right, you let me die.

All right, girl, where is she? Upstairs?

Why yes, ma'am. But Dr. Kenneth said...

Follow me, Robert.

Fine thing when I have to learn about this

from the local ale-house.

Which way? Come along, girl.

NELLIE: Dr. Kenneth says...

Why aren't the windows open?

Why don't you ask her?

Catherine.

Edgar.

Oh, Catherine, why didn't you send word,

or something?

Oh, ask her.

None of you should be here.

Dr. Kenneth said...

Quiet, girl!

Now look, we're going to wrap you up warm,

take you back to the Grange

where we can look after you properly.

Edgar and Isabella will sit by you

until you're better.

Won't you, Edgar?

Yes.

Yes, of course.

Well,

now 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-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.

Ah, you'll be better off away from here,

the way things are.

Go on, get out.

Couldn't sleep.

What're you reading?

Oh,

just law books.

I feel there must be more to being a magistrate

than just 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.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Joseph.

(COINS DROPPING ON TABLE)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

You look well enough.

I am.

I live here on me own now.

Cathy?

Married. Edgar.

Long?

A few months.

Must have thought you weren't coming back.

(LAUGHING)

How's your son?

Gone. Dead.

How did that happen?

Hmm?

He caught something.

Take your coat off. Sit down.

Do you want a hand?

Oh, come on, sit down. She'll not run away.

Ha ha.

(HEAVY THUD)

What you playing?

Brag.

Right.

Whose deal?

Bless you.

May I light the candles, ma'am?

Certainly, Nellie.

Yes, Nellie?

Um, there's a person from Gimmerton to see you, ma'am.

Oh?

What do they want?

Oh, well,

he wouldn't say.

EDGAR: Who is it, Nellie?

Um,

well, it's... Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

Edgar.

Oh, Edgar, Edgar, Edgar, he's come back.

Oh, isn't it marvelous? It's Heathcliff.

Oh, I must see him.

EDGAR: A-all right. There's no need to strangle me.

For heaven's sake,

he's only a run-away gypsy, after all.

Well, I'll tell him to come up, shall I?

What, here?

Well, I can't sit in the kitchen.

N-Nellie can set 2 tables, then...

One for you and Isabella, the other for Heathcliff and me.

Oh, don't be so silly.

Well, would that please you?

Or would you rather have me...

Have me stand at the kitchen door?

Catherine, for heaven's sake.

Nellie,

go and fetch him up.

Catherine.

Thank you, Jenny.

Catherine, be glad by all means,

but please do not be absurd.

Especially 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 simply 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.

3 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.

(EDGAR CLEARING THROAT)

EDGAR: Catherine?

Catherine, unless we're to have cold tea,

would you kindly pour it now?

Mr. Heathcliff has a long ride tonight

wherever he may be lodging

and I'm thirsty.

Mr. Earnshaw has offered me lodgings at the Heights.

Hindley?

He has a mind to win some money from me at cards.

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

All these years I've thought of you.

In every cloud.

In every tree.

You were near in mind, it 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 see me.

And see me?

Hmm?

And maybe Edgar, too.

Why do you hate Edgar?

Because he married you.

WOMAN'S VOICE: Yoo hoo!

Isabella!

Yoo-hoo, Cathy!

Cathy!

Come away with me.

What?

ISABELLA: Yoo-hoo!

Come away with me!

She may see us.

I don't...

ISABELLA: Cathy!

Cathy!

We must go. Quick!

ISABELLA: Cathy?

(MEN SNORING)

What do you got?

No,

I'm out.

Why?

Well, 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.

(FARM ANIMALS SQUAWKING)

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.

(GIGGLING)

HEATHCLIFF: When will I see you again?

I don't know. Soon.

It's very difficult.

Edgar thinks that you're dangerous.

We'll 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.

(CHATTERING)

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.

(LAUGHING) Mr. 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.

(SIGHING)

Why do you always serve me with cold tea?

I'm sorry, ma'am.

I'll change it.

And from now on,

even if I'm alone in the room,

will you kindly shut the doors

when you go out, please?

You know very well I catch cold.

And she lets the fires go out

when you 2 aren't there.

What is the matter with you today?

Nothing.

I think I better call a 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, don't you?

Always picking on me, making fun of me.

Thank you, Nellie.

Since when?

For weeks.

There's been nothing but trouble and arguments

Since that damned Heathcliff came back.

It's nothing to do with him!

He's kind, at least.

Why pick on him? He's done nothing to you.

He's not coming here again.

Oh, 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.

I know you want me out of the way.

Every time we go for a walk

you're always planning something.

I just thought you and Edgar didn't like...

To be with us.

Don't you tell me how I should feel.

(SNIFFLING)

Isabella.

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

In love?

Yes.

(SNIFFLING)

Yes!

Oh! Let me go! You're...

You're hurting me.

You love it.

Oh...

Oh, someone will see.

(GASPING)

Sweet breath.

Oh!

(GASPING)

Oh, oh, Heathcliff.

Oh, sweet, precious...

Oh, darling.

Do you fancy a tumble then?

What's that?

And 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 thought I told you,

you were 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.

And I'm not jealous!

You can do what you like with her.

But don't think Edgar'll let you in the house...

I don't give a damn about your little Edgar!

I do what I want.

Oh, no, you don't. You do what I want.

Nellie, could you get out of the room?

I've got something to say to you.

No! I've got something to say to you!

Look, I want you to understand

that I know how I've been treated.

And 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 about?

That was miss Cathy and Mr. Heathcliff, sir.

Cathy and Heathcliff?

In the kitchen, sir.

He's been and took hold of Isabella.

What?

Yes, bold as brass. He took hold of her.

HEATHCLIFF: If I thought you really wanted me

to marry Isabella,

I'd cut my throat.

(DOOR OPENING)

Where have you been?

Listening at the door?

There are many doubts about your birth, sir,

but 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 within 3 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,

apologize or take a beating.

Catherine.

Damn you, Catherine.

I compliment your new taste, Catherine.

Robert!

Please, for God's sake!

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

NELLIE: Quick. He's brought the men

and he's got a gun.

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

EDGAR: Open up!

I'll move the larder!

EDGAR: Open up!

Open up, or I'll have the law on you!

You are the law, you fool.

MAN: Go back!

You and I and Edgar are far from finished yet!

Uh!

Ahh!

(WOMEN SCREAMING)

Ahh!

Ahh!

Ahh!

(GLASS BREAKING)

Oh!

You better tell Isabella

to keep out of my way.

I'm going to bed.

Why?

Tell Edgar I'm ill.

But you are not.

Nellie, you'd better help me or...

I'll make myself ill.

Oh, you wicked girl.

Oh, 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.

I haven't come to apologize.

Then it would be better if you said nothing at all.

NELLIE: I've put your supper outside.

I said...

(SOBBING)

Isabella, I warn you

if you are insane enough

to encourage his attentions,

you'll lose every penny you have in this house

and with it my love and protection.

Hmph. 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.

(DOOR SLAMMING)

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Miss Cathy's been in her room

for 3 days now, sir.

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

Well, shall I get Robert to force the door?

What, and damage it?

No, no. She'll come out soon enough.

My poor baby.

Oh, you foolish thing.

How have you lasted?

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

(GASPING)

With child?

Mm-hmm.

4 or 5 months gone.

Didn't you know?

Well, uh...

No!

I mean...

(CHUCKLING) No, I didn't.

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Well, th-this is marvelous!

Have you heard?

Yes.

Well, go and find Miss Isabella!

We must all be friends again!

There's been some talk of, uh...

Isabella and Heathcliff?

But that's all finished now.

It's quite...

(KNOCKING AT DOOR)

Miss Isabella?

Miss Cathy. No!

No, you mustn't.

(CATHY MUTTERING)

Get her by the legs!

CATHY: No, let me go!

Let me go!

Let... Let me go.

She just went mad.

Well, what did you do to her?

It wasn't me. It's Heathcliff.

Heathcliff?

No, don't speak his name, ever.

Heathcliff.

(CATHY SOBBING)

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, I mean, is there nothing you can do?

All we can do is to keep her in bed,

and she must stay there till the spring.

Meantime, keep her happy, keep her calm.

No upsets and no arguments.

(LAUGHING)

They're the 1st spring flowers from the Heights.

Has the snow almost gone?

Well, almost.

There's still a patch or 2 on the high ground.

Oh, they remind me 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.

Oh, I'd love to be free.

To be up there where the wind blows.

To run again.

You will.

(CHICKENS CLUCKING)

HEATHCLIFF: 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.

7 Months.

And how's Edgar taken that?

He's waiting to see the color of its eyes.

(FIRE CRACKLING)

HINDLEY: 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.

Heh heh heh.

You're the maid, girl.

You'll have to find it yourself.

Well, how can I find it

when I don't know where it is?

Don't whine, for God's sake, girl.

Heathcliff's room is up the stairs,

2nd on the right.

And 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 just write her a little note, sir?

Just to say...

You may go and see her if you wish.

And you may 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 favor.

What now?

You and Edgar...

You 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.

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

Will you... Forget me?

Will you be happy when I'm gone?

(SNIFFLING)

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 damned 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.

(INAUDIBLE)

Oh, come to me.

Do.

Do.

Oh!

Oh!

Oh, Catherine, why did you do it?

You loved me!

Nothing in this world could have put us apart,

but you,

of 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, no, you mustn't.

Oh, for heaven's sake.

I must, Cathy!

No, no. No, no.

For God's sake, don't listen to her.

He's sworn to shoot you if he sees you here.

He can't hurt us now. He can't.

I'll not be far away.

NELLIE: Before we're all done for, come on.

I'll be back soon.

(DOOR CLOSING)

Huh? Heathcliff?

Catherine.

Where's Heathcliff?

Catherine.

Nellie.

Nellie!

Oh!

Nellie, what is it?

I'll fetch the doctor.

Ahh! Uh!

Catherine.

Uhh!

Uh!

The child's coming.

I'll be in the orchard.

(CATHY SCREAMING)

(BIRDS CHIRPING)

(BREATHING HEAVILY)

(INAUDIBLE)

Ahhhhhh!

(WIND BLOWING)

(WIND BLOWING)

Catherine Earnshaw, I say one prayer...

May you not rest while I am living.

Do not leave me!

(SOBBING)

(CATHY GIGGLING)

Cathy?

Cathy!

Cathy!

Listen to him,

hammering as if he were master here already.

Are you game?

(COCKING PISTOL)

Or are you as soft as your brother?

(POUNDING ON DOOR)

Cathy!

Cathy?

Cathy!

(GUNSHOT ECHOING)