Come in.
Cathy...
End it.
Let me in.
Let me in! Let me in.
Let me in!
Cathy... Cathy...
Cathy!
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 has gone.
How am I to love my father, if I don't know him?
Oh, 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 round.
Quiet, now. No more questions.
You are really 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 will happen to you.
Let's see what we make of it.
Oh, God, what a beauty!
And damn my soul, it is worse than I expected. And the Devil knows, I wasn't very hopeful.
- He looks worse than you. - Do you know me?
No.
Your mother was a wicked slut, to keep you in ignorance of the sort of father you possess.
- How dare you? I shall carry him. - You have hardly strength to carry yourself.
Don't leave me! I can't stay here. I can't stay here. Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar!
You'd best be kind to your son, or 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? 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 here, but that is 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.
Oh, Cathy...
Oh, 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?
You know where I wish to go. Where a colony of moor-game is settled.
That must be a good distance up. I'm not so sure.
Please, Nelly. You did ask me. And 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?
And 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 that today is your birthday.
I was acquainted with your mother.
I know that today is the anniversary of her death.
Oh, I see.
And you saw me and recognised my mother in me?
No. There is nothing of your mother in you.
Well, how, then?
Come and meet my son. You know him already. He will 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?
This is your son?
Catherine! I've 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. You should not have come here. - Why?
Because I would discover that my cousin is 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?
And she raised me, also, although I don't know if Nelly looks at me with pride for the job she did.
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've 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. And 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 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'm dying. - For pity's sake, Linton...
- That is why Father wants us to be married. - 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, and 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?
Well, 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...
Close now.
- I'm close, my love.
- Oh, 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.
Oh, Cathy.
Can it be true, Nelly, that my mother loved this monster?
They were childhood sweethearts. Nothing more.
Yet the writing...
"Cathy, Heathcliff."
Over and over.
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 or gentleness that stops you from complaining?
♪ Holy, holy, holy
♪ Lord God Almighty
♪ Early in the morning
♪ Our songs shall rise to Thee
♪ Holy, holy, holy
♪ Merciful and mighty
♪ God in three persons
♪ Blessed trinity
I'll tell thee, as God is my judge,
there's been under-stair 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 er...not much of a one for conversation.
Well, 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.
Oh, 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.
Go on, Harold! Hurt him. Teach the bastard a lesson.
You boys!
Stop it!
What is going on?
What have you to say for yourselves?
Eh?
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 that you kept a whore in Liverpool when Mother was dying.
And 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 who 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
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, Hindley, so this need not concern you.
Well, I say...
Who is this handsome young squire?
Goodbye, Nelly.
Now, you be sure to come back a gentleman.
Goodbye, son.
Watch him, Cathy. Watch Heathcliff very closely.
He's a cuckoo in the nest, who feeds on Father's affections,
until Father has nothing left to give you.
Throw it over there.
- Good throw, Edgar. - Throw it over there.
Who's there?
Come on.
Cathy? Cathy!
Back before supper!
And don't get into trouble, else I'll have the magistrate onto you!
No, I know when I've had enough!
Don't go running off, Tommy. Stay with your mother.
Beautiful big brown beast, he is.
Heathcliff!
Do you not think this horse would suit you well? Eh?
I've bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.
So, it's only fair.
Thank you, Father.
It's beautiful.
- Now, Heathcliff, would you like him? - Fine thoroughbred, this one. 16 hands.
He does look fine. Do you not think, Heathcliff?
- A deal, then? - There's no rush, is there?
Oh, he's a right little trader.
- Let him run in the field. - What's that?
- I said, let him run in the field. - Now, let's not be silly.
You do as he says, if you want a sale. Come on, lad.
All right.
Come on.
That's your thoroughbred.
- My, 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 younger, that I could enjoy it myself.
She's yours.
- Good lad. - 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.
- Get Mr Heathcliff's horse. - Master, you're needed.
Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.
Father's dead.
Whoa!
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! Oh, I've 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 we could have adjoining rooms.
Don't just stand there gawping, Heathcliff.
Go and see to the horses.
You and Joseph will now be quartered in the back kitchen.
I want my wife to have free run of the house, and I don't want her 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 are sure Father wished that.
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... cos He shan't have 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 till your arms ache. I will not say my prayers on your or any man's orders.
These beatings will be nothing to the hell I'm trying to save you from.
I am already in hell. I am already in hell.
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 hearken to your dreams.
And heaven didn't seem to be my home.
And I broke my heart with weeping...
to come back to earth.
And the angels 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. It 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?
Oi! Oi! 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.
- Shhh. - Shhh.
You cannot leave without having just one peep!
- He dances like a badly trained monkey.
- Who's there?
- Come on. Let's go. Let's go. Let's go.
- He won't come out. He hasn't the heart for it.
- Go on, lads!
Heathcliff, run! Get off me!
- Get back to hell, you devil!
Don't move, you fiend! You'll go to the gallows for this.
- She's hurt. She needs help. - Hold your tongue.
They knew yesterday was rent day, no doubt. Is there no stopping these people's insolence?
It'd be best 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?
With that frightful thing?
- I shall carry her home. - She's too weak.
I will take her inside. Tell your master we will send her back when she is fully recovered.
- Heathcliff! - One more step, and I shall put you down.
- Heathcliff! - Nurse her until the doctor arrives.
I will ride to Gimmerton immediately.
And did they say how long they're intending on keeping her?
- They wouldn't tell me. - I see. I see.
- I thought I'd be due a flogging. - Oh, far from it. Get out, then.
Oh, and Heathcliff...
If you speak one word to Cathy while she is 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 will be running about on the moors for a little while yet.
I can go on horseback.
Erm...I'm not sure that's advisable, not from what he was saying.
I shall die of boredom.
Isabella and I thought that, since you are forbidden from moving,
that perhaps she could paint your portrait, while you sit.
And we could think up no end of distractions.
No end of distractions?
How lovely.
You know, erm...
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...
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. And 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.
Cathy, I should scarcely have known you. Where is the savage from five weeks ago?
- Oh, don't touch them. You'll spoil your dress. - Come, boys.
Cathy! You're quite the young lady.
- Is Heathcliff not here? - Heathcliff, you may come forward.
You may greet Miss Cathy like the other servants.
Oh...mwah!
Well, Heathcliff?
Have you forgotten me? Is that why you scowl at me?
I've 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's right.
That little savage is lost, and it was her that I loved.
I know you.
And I love you.
- In the way a mistress loves a 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 have said that. - She didn't know the words.
I have tried to leave you.
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 have more reason to cry than her.
If you try to mend your appearance, 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.
There, Hindley - did I not tell you my dress would look wonderful on Cathy?
You are making me very proud, 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.
Now, remember, Heathcliff- show an amiable humour.
Splendid that you could come.
It's not as grand as the Grange, of course, but please...
It's charming.
- I'm not your servant. - To the stable, you vagabond.
I am not your servant.
Don't stare at me as though I am...
Been combing your pretty curls, have you?
- Please, Hindley... - Your dirty gypsy locks, you fiend!
- I will break your insolence. I will break you! - Stop it!
Stop!
You brute! You fiend!
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 for our entertainment.
- Cathy, I...erm...
- 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 would 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.
Hurry up with that linen! Quickly. Come on, now.
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 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's a blessing your wife was spared long enough to give you this son.
She is not dead?
Damn you. Damn you, I will not believe it.
- You shouldn't have chosen 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'm 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 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.
I'm not sorry.
I sometimes think your true passion is hate, rather than love.
Hindley?
In a day or two you could accompany me...
There. You will 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 lay together, yet since then, every evening is spent with the Lintons.
Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.
He doesn't talk of curses and fall into a brooding silence.
You dislike my company?
It's no company when people know nothing and say nothing.
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.
Sir.
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 should 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.
It's not Nelly. 'Tis I.
Why, 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 separation from me,
and how I will be quite deserted in the world without you?
Did you consider that?
Are you quite deserted? We've 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 could 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. Isn't that sufficient? - By no means.
You must say why.
Well, 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.
How beautiful!
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!
He's 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 colt! Come hither!
- You come hither! - Hindley, Hindley...
The boy is tired. So are you. Why don't you go and rest somewhere?
Yeah.
As you wish, sister of 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.
Mr Brennan is in trade - wool, I believe.
Well, they say that tradesmen are dour but stalwart lovers.
What do you think you're doing?
I need you to take this. And don't tell your husband, or else he'll throttle me.
- Who will? - He did not give a name.
The man who gave you this note - did he say anything else?
No. He just told me to promise you won't tell your husband.
Where did you meet him? Where?
Everything all right, my darling?
Who was that? You're trembling.
He was...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.
Let's see your money.
Well, would you look at that? A jack straightaway!
That's three points to me.
- I beg. I beg... - He begs.
Seven for you.
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 and leave this place unscathed.
I may be a gentleman now, but I've just spent the last three years with 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 mill workers?
I just bought the lease to those cottages.
And I must warn you -
I do not relent in exacting my due from anyone.
'Appen I was just...taking advantage of the fact that Mr Hindley were taking a 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 cutthroats.
And Londoners.
I'm afraid the day, the celebrations...
I'm a little feverish.
Of course. Of course.
Inconsiderate of me.
You sleep here. I will have Nelly make up a bed in my old room.
Thank you.
You are very kind...husband.
- I gave her the note, like you said, sir. - Heathcliff's game again.
Good lad. Good lad.
Now, how much did you start with tonight, Saul?
Three shillings, sir.
Well... Well, there's six.
And as for you, lad - the rest is for you.
- What, sir? - Eight pounds. Take it.
Come with me, and I shall see you safe home with such a fortune.
Take his coat.
He has a trap and two outside. Gentlemen.
So...
..the Devil's sent thee back to us, has he?
- Still alive, Joseph? - Aye.
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.