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I told you what happens when the neck don't break free when they get
Look.
It's Christy.
Shhh.
Dirty boys.
Keep up.
Am I living in another world?
Another world I created?
Or what?
If it's beauty, do you see beauty?
If there's beauty, say it's enough.
If it's hot, say what?
But if you're coming out of darkness...
My foremen are disgusting.
Well, you should have told me no matter what I said.
Poor Dolly.
Oh, I'm going to die.
If you are, then be quick about it.
I have things to do. What a frightful racket.
Papa.
You look like a plate of corned beef. Have you been crying?
No, only racing.
Racing? Your mother was still here. She battered me round the head to see if I'd
let you run wild.
She would not.
Oh, you didn't know she was a terror? She boxed for the county.
She had hands like meat plates.
And her moustache was as big and bristly as a broom.
No. I expect you shall have one too, Cathy, since they run in the maternal
Stop!
You must not talk about my ma like that.
I shall not have a moustache.
I shall not!
I'd be tired of him, Cathy.
Nobody liked her sourpuss, as well as the fright.
God, Pete Nellie.
Can you do something about her? That's what you're here for.
Yes, sir.
Tell Mrs Burton I shall dine at the Ram.
Oh, do not go, Papa. Please. I shall go because the company is much better at
the Ram and there's considerably less weeping.
Now, then.
Where's my fucking horse? I'll warn the maids.
They were hot pot at the Ram again, Villa.
I'm amazed he managed to eat anything.
Oh,
he's picked up the wall again, Mrs Burton.
Right. You know what that means.
Check his britches for soiling.
That poor little girl.
What about the thing he brought over?
Tied in somewhere.
But what's it doing here?
Mr. Earnshaw had one of his bits of charity.
Oh, Lord.
And pray for that little son, too.
And I said, this is not Liverpool.
This is not Bristol. You cannot kick a child in the street.
And the poor wretch's father, it's probably his father. Anyway, the man
will you take the little devil then if you're so worried? And I said, well, I
shall.
I shall.
And here we are.
I was only asking how long it is you intend us to feed and clothe him, sir,
it will affect the household. I intend him to be clothed and fed for as long as
I intend it!
Why must I be surrounded by women?
Spend my days being endlessly badgered and... Papa!
Here's another hellcat sent to torment me.
Other is not a better father in all the world, nor a better man.
Oh, so you like your new friend, do you?
Very much, Papa.
Very, very much.
Although I do not think he can talk, therefore cannot give me his name.
So I have called him Heathcliff, after my dead brother.
Heathcliff.
Come here, my dear boy.
You are most heartily welcome here.
Can I dress him up?
Yes, of course. He shall be your pet.
I shall be very, very kind.
Unless you're bad.
And then I shall pinch you.
Can I throw it to other friend?
A real friend, I mean.
Not a paid one.
Companions aren't paid.
Companions are ladies, Cecilia.
Just because your father was a lord doesn't make you a lady.
Bastards can't be ladies, Miss Nellie.
No matter how much their father paid to have them hidden away.
Put on the... Pony.
The pony.
The pony ate.
The pony ate the grass.
There's a picture he did.
There's a picture of it. Look.
Honestly, I shall have to make you a paper cone and call you done.
And if you do, I'll throw it out the window and let the birds... Look in your
eyes! I'm not doing it anymore!
I don't want to read!
Go,
go.
Sorry.
Sorry, Heathcliff.
Do you want to try again?
I'll be more patient, I promise.
No! Well, then you shall never read and never advance to be very stupid forever.
Go away.
No.
Go away.
No. Go away.
No. Go away. No.
I won't go away.
I'll never go away.
I will never leave you, no matter what you do.
We need to go.
The rain will give over soon.
Your father will be very angry if we're late.
Please. Stop worrying.
It will give over, I promise. It will.
But the sky's black, Kathy.
No, no, no, no.
You see that?
Blue.
That's not enough blue to get us back.
Well, it is. We'll see.
For blue is blue no matter how small.
I said, where have you been?
We were caught in a storm, Papa.
It is my birthday, Catherine.
And you have kept me waiting.
I believe you do not care for me at all.
Of course I do, Papa.
You're the best father in the world. I am so sorry.
You shall be sorry when it's your own birthday and I forget it.
Let's have supper and celebrate properly.
It's cold.
It's my fault, sir.
Not Cathy's. She wanted to turn back, but I ignored her. All she has spoken of
all day is you and your birthday.
Is this true?
I swear it. She's not to blame.
Are you trembling?
Stop at once. You make me feel like a brute.
Stop it, I say!
It was not your fault.
I feed you and clothe you and save you from poverty and despair.
I am...
The kindest man alive.
And you dare to tremble at me?
I'll give you something to tremble about!
Tempting? Why did you lie?
It was my fault we were late, not yours.
I couldn't see him, though.
But this hurts me, don't you understand?
This hurts me.
I will take this and more.
Every day.
If it's fair to you.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
Don't ever be sorry for me, Kathy.
For I'll do it again and again.
Then you do.
What can I do?
Nothing.
Just stay with me.
Listen to me, you brute.
Are you awake?
No.
Now. Catherine!
What was up on that with the horse? What could be so important?
Thrush Cross Grange is sold. We have neighbors.
They are called Linton.
A family?
Bachelor and his ward.
He made his fortune in textiles.
Not at all.
You must be very rich indeed.
I suppose you shall fall in love with me.
I suppose you shall fall in love with me. I heard you.
It would be nice to be rich.
What should you do, Heathcliff?
What? If you were rich.
Suppose I do what all rich men do.
Live in a big house.
And be cruel to my servants.
Take a wife.
A wife? What wife?
Aye.
What else from the crown?
The landlord's daughter.
She's quite the plainest girl I ever laid eyes on. And dull, too.
Shockingly dull.
Practically a simpleton.
I cannot sit here all day talking nonsense with you. After all, the
call on me at any moment.
I warn you, if they do not come soon, I shall feel snubbed.
And you will have a quarrel with them before you have even met.
That would be a feat even for you.
We are a very important family.
Perhaps they do not know.
Earnshaws have been here since 1500.
It is written above our doors.
Why did they not come?
It has only been a week. In fact, we are likely far superior to Mr Linton's
family, who, after all, made their fortune in velvet.
Not at all the same thing as land.
Not at all.
Perhaps they're waiting for me to call them then.
No.
Why not? Because a lady cannot go to a house unannounced. It is not done. They
would be shocked.
They would not.
They would be delighted.
As are all who have the pleasure of making my acquaintance.
Perhaps that is why they have not come.
They may be intimidated, poor things.
Yes, I'm sure that's it.
Work on your tapestry.
I hate my tapestry.
I was so bored before they came.
Now I'm so bored I might die.
I have had enough of hearing about Mr. Linton.
Heathcliff, I cannot get down in these skirts.
Well, then you'll have to take them off.
They're pleased with you, sir.
Very.
It's a loose pedal. Come in right back, woman.
Asshole. Careful, sir.
You want that horse, sir? Come on.
That's it.
Steady. Get off me. I know how to ride a horse. Back off, you silly woman.
Oh,
he's fit.
I feel we had a run in the other day.
What did I do?
Oh, don't tell me I can't bear it.
Ah, what a wretch I am.
Can you forgive poor Earnshaw?
Yes, sir.
Oh, splendid.
Splendid boy, yes. I knew he couldn't be as bad as I'd imagined.
Well, I'm off to town to see if I can't find that wretched solicitor. For I know
it, he's been spending all my money.
What happened the other day?
Nothing much.
He just gave me a cuff around the ear is all.
Silly old fool.
Look, no, you could knock his eyes out if you cared to.
He knows I don't care to. Well, I wish you would.
Do you?
That only restrains you.
Then you must be better for both of us.
Are you cold, Kath?
Yes.
Let me make you a fire.
Papa will whip you if you do.
We cannot spare the wood.
You can always spare the wood when he is cold.
You'll not need it tonight.
For his face has made acquaintance with the father floor again.
It did not go well with the solicitor.
We are ruined, Heathcliff.
There was nothing left.
He's gambled it all away.
I suppose I shall have to throw myself at Mr. Linton after all.
Hopefully I'll die of cold and be spared the shame of it.
And not throw yourselves at Mr Linton, Kath.
Harder.
Yeah, yeah.
Must you do that here, Joseph?
The drain in the yard is the overflow.
So my thoughts will be nothing but picked out.
Every moment that passes, we start further and further beyond the pale.
Sorry, Miss Catherine.
I actually believe that the nurse is the villain of the story, because she
allows this chaos to ensue, knowing that they're going to be doomed, that
there's going to be so much death.
I don't really like the nurse, actually. But anyway, Mercutio gets killed in the
street, and Romeo then kills Tybalt for revenge for Mercutio's death. He's
murdered in the street, and everyone sees.
So Romeo, he's banished from Verona, and Juliet gets word of this, and she's
absolutely devastated.
So she has to... This plan with Friar Lawrence, you see, and she's going to
this sleeping drink, and she's going to elope, and no -one's going to know.
And word of this was supposed to be sent to Romeo.
So that's where you think it's going to go. But someone tells Romeo that
Juliet's dead.
But you see, Juliet is not dead at all. She's only taken a sleeping draught. But
Romeo did not know that he was in Mantua, and the letters had not reached
What a sorrow.
Tracy, Isabella, I feel quite transported.
Oh, how I cried.
I thought my head might fall off. That would not do.
No, indeed not.
Then I should have nowhere to put my ribbons.
There will be some reasonable explanation.
Let me look. Please don't leave me, please.
You are quite safe.
I assure you.
May I assist you?
I sprained my ankle on a hideous wall.
Linton has taken me in.
Linton? Had cream cake for tea and chocolate. Chocolate?
She has underlined chocolate.
Clever little cat.
She'll be in clover.
She sprained her ankle.
I will go. I can carry her. It's five miles.
No, no, no, no, no. You can't go up there, you silly boy.
You're a servant, Heathcliff.
This is her chance.
And likely her only one, which is already well past spinsterhood.
You can't have you blundering up there.
It would ruin her prospects.
Well,
they'll be conscious.
The most impressive fellow, you know, the gentleman through and through. I
he's not quite out of the top drawer, you know, obviously.
But we can overlook such things, can't we? As we have done with you, my dear.
Oh, in the grange. We've never seen anything like it. The drawing room is
of crystal.
How's Cathy?
Purring like a kitten.
Weighted on hand and foot by both Linton and his ward. And what is she like?
Miss Isabella. Yes. Oh, she's very fine. Very pretty indeed.
Good. It's a wonder that Linton didn't marry her himself.
Still, I suppose they're more like brother and sister, really.
When will Cathy be back?
Oh, soon enough.
She kept that ankle clamped to a velvet pillow for as long as is remotely
credible.
Mind you, if Linton is even half as smitten as he looks, I doubt if she'll
back here long.
Oh, my poor boots.
Thank you, Joseph.
Kathy. Miss Henshaw.
What is it?
You are transformed.
It is all Isabella.
She is the sweetest person alive.
She fixed my hair herself.
It is her special talent.
You know, she has a room entirely for ribbons.
Just ribbons.
Where is Heathcliff?
Well, here you are.
You're back then.
Oh, is that it?
I've been gone six weeks.
You do not bother yourself to greet me?
You believe you are hiding.
And dirty.
I can smell you from here.
No one could be in any danger of smelling you.
There's enough perfume to make the eyes water.
It is lily of the valley.
It is no such thing.
You're angry because I was gone for so long.
I could not be helped.
I'm not angry, Cathy. I'm busy.
You came to see me. Here we are. So you are.
Why don't you go and bother one of the other servants?
Heathcliff. Listen!
I tell you I have work to do.
I cannot endlessly indulge every last wretched whim of yours.
We're not children anymore, Cathy.
Surely you understand that now.
I cannot play with you.
As though I could crave your company.
After so many weeks with Edgar and Isabella.
Carry on with your work.
You've been
a
bad girl.
Very bad girl.
You're not going to be laughing in a minute.
Where do you think you're going, eh?
You don't want to stay with me?
Stay with Josie.
No Fucking hell
Put it harder, Jordan. How brave is he? Put it harder.
Nope.
You're doing quite right. What?
Oh, yeah, fine.
I'm going for a walk.
And that was that.
Okay.
Kath, it's nothing. Please go away.
Go away. Leave me alone.
It's nothing. Oh, God. Oh, God, I will die.
Don't die. It's not worth dying over.
How dare you laugh at me, you devil? This is your doing.
How is it my doing?
Stop talking.
Kath. Stop. Do not talk to me. You're going to make yourself ill. Do not ever
look at me.
Do not.
Let go of my hand.
Never.
I
love
you now.
I can follow you like a dog to the end of the world.
Let
me
down.
care for me at all. Put me down.
Do not follow me.
I beg of you.
Catherine. Not now, Nellie. Catherine. Not now.
Nellie. Whatever it is, I must... Mr Linton is in the parlour.
Miss Linton.
Mr Linton.
I'm not fit to receive you.
Miss Anshua, that could never be true.
Indeed it is. I fear I must excuse myself.
It must be most distressing to see your father so unwell.
You saw him then.
It is too shaming.
No.
It is all too shaming.
No, no.
I'm sorry, Mr. Linton.
I'm very sorry.
Miss Anshul, please sit.
There is something I must say.
Please.
If I were in heaven, Nellie, I should be extremely miserable.
Because you're not fit to go there.
But not just that.
It's just because I should be homesick.
Did something pass between you and Mr Linton?
He asked me to marry him.
And what was your response?
I accepted him.
Well, be quick, Nellie. Tell me, was I wrong?
Do you love him?
One could not help but love Edgar.
Then where is the obstacle?
Here.
Whichever place does not mean that I'm convinced I am wrong.
I love him.
Not because he's handsome, Lily, but because he's more my love than I am.
Whatever our souls are made of, he's a minor to me.
Do not sigh at me.
I know you think I'm a selfish wretch.
If I marry Mr. Linton...
aid Heathcliff to rise, I could place him out of my father's power. With your
husband's money, you'll find him not so pliable as you calculate upon.
What did I like you?
What would you know about it?
You've never loved anyone in your whole life.
No one has ever loved you.
You say you love Edgar Linton. You have accepted his proposal.
It is done, Cathy. I do not know what it is you want from me.
Reassurance?
Compassion?
Some kindness?
You must know, Nellie, you... It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff.
Beggars.
They shall never know.
To call it off.
I could not sleep last night.
I should never have accepted Linton.
Kathy, stop.
Stop! What?
Joseph, tell him.
I'm sorry, Mr. Earnshaw.
He made off with the horse last night.
Kathy!
I do not think he is coming back.
Of course he is.
He's only trying to vex me.
You know what he's like.
He would never leave me, Nelly.
Never.
Did he come?
We could put it off.
It has been a year. It cannot be put off any longer.
Tighter.
Tighter. This is tight enough.
Tighter, Nellie. But you will not breathe.
It's quite lovely.
I made it the night that Edgar proposed once I knew that you would join us here
forever.
Your real hair.
Yes, for I had been collecting it from the brush while you stayed with us.
I knew I could not use anything else for your hair. It's so singular.
Well, this must have taken a very long time.
No matter, for I have nothing to do.
Let us put little Catherine here.
Oh, next to me.
How extraordinary.
Wait till you see your dresses, Cathy.
Oh, Edgar.
How many did you have made?
This was all my dear ward.
Isabella knows everything.
She had all of these ordered.
From France and Belgium and Italy, all of the ateliers have been making things
to your measurements.
I had to sacrifice my ribbon room for it.
Oh, Isabella, no.
It was no hardship, knowing how pleased you would be.
Come, come, there is more.
Wait till you see.
Your bedroom.
When they asked me what colour it should be, I said it should be the most
beautiful colour in the world.
The colour of my wife's sweet face.
Here, look.
A freckle from your teeth.
Nellie. Nellie.
Nellie.
Nellie! Yes, Cathy.
Well, you have been quiet. Quiet?
Since we came.
I did not like you to be so silent.
Do you disapprove? Of what?
I don't know.
Perhaps it is only contentment.
You have no complaints.
What could there be to complain about?
That we are too comfortable?
Too warm?
That your necklace is too big?
That the dog is too small?
I'll grant you that.
As for the rest, this is good.
I shouldn't feel like a prisoner My face turned to blue
Can't breathe without you here The chains of love are cruel
I shouldn't feel like a prisoner Everything all right, my love?
Catherine?
I'm fine.
Ellie, what are you doing?
Do not press me, Bella. A hanging is not an appropriate place for a young lady.
You were so old -fashioned. Tell him, Catherine.
No, he's right.
You would not like it, Isabella.
Indeed. Thank you, darling.
I've always found him quite barbaric.
That is a shame.
But I thought you would have taken a particular interest in this hanging,
Catherine. Why?
Because of who was being hanged.
What?
Do you think they will do it in a skirt?
Oh, for God's sake.
It would be quite indecent. Surely one could only look up and see... Isabella,
enough!
Look, you have upset dear Catherine.
No, no.
I only need some air.
Mrs. Linton?
Oh, Joseph.
Oh, it is good to see you.
Yeah. It has been such a long time.
How are you?
How is Zilla?
Zilla?
Gone. Married.
Oh. Yeah, she's got a little boy now.
Subby little rascal.
See him in the village sometimes.
She doesn't greet me.
Oh. But it wouldn't look well, her talking to someone like me.
And all that.
I'm not a barrister.
No. I don't think that's true.
Have you come to see your father?
How is he?
Hello, daughter.
Papa. Oh.
Papa, is it now?
What has happened?
As Zilla is gone, and I've no money to replace her, and so
we sink into ruin.
Edgar sends money, Papa. I know he does.
Have you come here to scold me?
No, I came to wish you a happy Christmas.
See how you are.
And how do you find me?
Quite well.
Not dead, you mean.
You do look well, however.
Gladdens my heart to see you so happy, Captain.
Perhaps you might share some of that happiness with your poor, lonely old
Just give him a little bit more to get by on.
You know I cannot, papa.
For you will only gamble it away.
And what will you spend it on, eh?
More garish jewels, more tawdry geegles to dangle about your person.
I suppose I should not begrudge it.
You've had no children.
You've nothing to do except make yourself ridiculous.
No children in all these years.
That fine husband of yours is not up to it, I suppose.
Or perhaps it's you.
Stop!
There! No!
Since you will toss your coins on the floor...
You will stay and watch me grope for them, since that is what you meant by
Sorry.
It's all right.
You're very brave, very good girl, my darling.
You have survived that wretched place.
You need never go back there again.
Merry Christmas, Nellie, dear. Thank you, Cathy.
A
book
of friendship.
Oh, are you true that?
Yes, yes, that is you and I.
Ribbons.
That is your beautiful silhouette that I watched one day from your room.
Oh, look at this.
This is a rose.
Reminded me of you also.
My beautiful rose in the world.
Oh.
Remember the day that we went walking and you picked out a mushroom and you
said, what a lovely mushroom.
Well, I commemorated it in the decoupage.
Gosh.
It's fantastic news, Catherine, all round. It's fantastic news.
I've never been happier.
So you were excited to become a father then?
I am giddy. I feel like a chit fresh out of the schoolroom.
You clever thing.
Will you stay here tonight?
Nothing would please me more.
But you need your rest, my love.
And you will not rest if I stay here with you.
Good night.
Good night, my love.
He said it.
Be brute.
And rich.
Does that amuse you?
Not in the least.
Come. We must not get the mopes.
Come to dinner.
Everyone will be so delighted to see you.
I ruined my dress climbing up there to get to him, and he did not move an inch.
So you have been abroad?
Oh, Edgar, look at him. Of course he has.
Tell us, Heathcliff.
Where have you been?
What have you been doing these past years?
Is it very exciting?
At times.
Is that all?
At times?
After near five years, it was exciting at times.
I fear you want me to press it out of you.
Well, I will not beg you for your story, Heathcliff.
In fact, I'm beginning to suspect that it was very boring.
It wasn't.
Perhaps he was a pirate.
Perhaps I was.
Oh, dear, Julie, no.
I really don't care what you have been doing.
Do I, Edgar?
Darling, have I even mentioned Heathcliff?
I do not believe so, my love.
You see, keep your secrets, Heathcliff, and we will have to assume that your
fortune was most ill -gotten.
Where is Dane?
At Wuthering Heights.
No, you mustn't.
The place is no more than a ruin.
Tell him, Edgar, he must come here.
Indeed, if he... No,
I would rather be home.
Home? Yes, I suppose it is a sort of home for you.
Yes, I should say so, since I bought it.
Oh, how wonderful.
For us to have a neighbour.
Wonderful.
He is the most handsome man I ever...
This? Mr.
Heathcliff, of course.
Heathcliff would devour you.
He would not.
He would indeed.
He is rough and wild.
Wicked temper.
Why would he say such things?
He is your friend. Yes, it is because he is my friend that I can say it with
such certainty.
You are funny, Isabella.
He would crush you like a sparrow's egg.
You are a dog in the manger, Kathy.
Do you think I speak from jealousy?
I have only meant to save you from humiliation. By all means, pursue him.
I'm sure he'll find your efforts greatly amusing.
up to life
Oh, it'll be some game.
You two have never quarrelled.
What can there be to quarrel about?
I'll be back by supper.
Goodbye, darling.
I'm sure you know why Isabella has savaged my poor doll.
Just because she is quite besotted with you.
Indeed, I had not noticed.
You know she is.
But now that you bring it to my attention, she is pretty.
Heathcliff. And rich.
She's not been shy about the inheritance settled upon her once she marries.
And she likes me, you say.
Why don't we ask her?
I'm quite certain she's hovering by the door, listening to us.
Isabella?
Isabella, come in, dear.
We know you are there.
Shall I come and fetch you?
Look, Heathcliff.
Someone who admires you even more than I do.
The whole thing is breaking her heart over you.
Kathy, please. No, no, no, no, no. Don't run away, dear. Don't run away.
You see, Miss Bella thinks that if only I would step aside, she would shoot a
shaft of light into your soul that would make you a gentleman.
No!
Do not run.
I will not be named a dog in the manger again.
I will go.
Have him to yourself.
Show him your dog.
You are a dog in the manger.
You have no interest in her. You know you do not.
Leave her alone.
Why should I?
If it's kissing she wants, I'm more than happy to oblige. You will not.
I have a right to if she chooses, and you have no right to object.
I'm not your husband, remember?
You have no right to be jealous of me. Do not regret it, me, Heathcliff. I have
been nothing but kind since your return.
No?
Have I chastised you once for your desertion?
Have I delivered a single rebuke?
These past years, I have not known if you were alive or dead.
And you dare to upbraid me when the fault is yours?
Mine. How have I wronged you? How?
You knew I loved you and you disregarded it.
Don't say you did not.
You treated me infernally.
Do you hear?
Infernally.
And if you flatter yourself that I don't perceive it, then you are a fool.
And if you think a few sweet words will console me, then you are an idiot.
And if you fancy that you can marry Linton unrevenged, I will convince you
the contrary.
Oh, there can be no peace between us, Catherine.
I was a fool to think otherwise.
The peace with you is worse than war.
So thank you for telling me Miss Isabella's secret. I swear I'll make the
of it.
For you are welcome to torture me to death for your own amusement.
Only please allow me to amuse myself in the same style.
It only meant that I'd cut my own throat.
Oh, cut it.
Only do not do it on this carpet, for it is Edgar's favorite, and he would be
very sorry to see it ruined.
I do not think we should receive Mr. Heathcliff anymore.
Whatever you wish my dear.
Poor little Heathcliff.
I'm in no mood for you tonight.
Oh, I just thought you might like a little company.
There's gin on the side table. Let that be your companion.
Oh, thank you, dear boy.
You're good to your old papa, aren't you?
It's a grim joke, my boy.
Is it not?
My dream in bringing you here was to make a gentleman of you.
And now, to look at us, who could tell which was which?
Still, it's not enough, is it?
Not for her.
You're still just her pet.
You'll only ever be her pet.
You're wet.
I am not.
You're cold.
I am not.
If you catch a death, it will be your fault.
I don't mean to keep you dry, you wretched shrew.
I hate you.
You've not kicked him.
That was bad.
I can only admire your restraint in limiting it to twice.
The rain will not last, Kath.
There is some blue here.
You and I both know for a son.
Why did you leave me?
Why did you do it?
Why did I leave you?
Why did you despise me?
Why did you betray your own heart?
Oh, I heard you that day.
The day you accepted Edgar.
You said it would degrade you to marry me.
You did not hear all. You did not hear all.
I said that I love you.
I love you.
You loved me.
Then what right had you to leave me?
Answer me, what right?
What, for the poor fancy you felt for Linton?
Because misery, degradation, death, nothing that God or Satan could inflict
would have parted us. You did it, of your own will.
I have not broken your heart. You have broken it.
And in breaking it, you've broken mine.
Kiss me again.
Let us both be done.
Come unto me, all ye that labor and are heavy laden, and I will give you rest.
Take my yoke upon you, and learn of me, for I am meek and lowly in heart.
Find rest to your soul.
My yoke is easy, and my burden is light.
Kathy. Catherine.
You will be careful, won't you?
Does Heathcliff know?
I do not know what you mean.
That you are with child.
No.
Everyone thinks Everyone
wakes up Everyone
dreams And everyone
breaks up But if there's a
light, don't let it go
Take it inside
At least now your feet are warm, Kath.
Do not just... Do not...
Tomorrow? I thought we must stop.
I have to go.
You'll kill me. I love you.
Don't say it. I love you. Don't say it.
I love you.
Why do you stay here?
It's a building. Why don't you stay in my old room?
Because then I cannot lie here as I do now.
And imagine that we are still children.
And you're asleep in your bed across the yard.
And there is still a chance.
I wish I'd never said it.
I changed my mind immediately.
I was going to call it off the next day.
If I had known you were listening.
I always thought you did.
How could I?
Because now they saw me.
You will find another position, Nellie.
What?
You will find another position.
Another position? Immediately.
What is it you suspect me of?
Treason.
What treason?
The night that Heathcliff disappeared.
He was listening to us.
He heard.
But you knew.
You did not tell me that he was there.
You did not give me the opportunity to rectify what would become the worst
mistake of my life.
Why?
Why, Nellie?
Do you know what I think?
I think you like to see me cry.
Not half as much as you like crying.
You will tell Edgar you have found a new place and you will go.
Where will I go?
I don't care.
Catherine!
Yes, darling? I think it is best that you do not see Mr Heathcliff anymore.
But, darling, I... Don't.
You were quite right, of course, to welcome him here while he found his
But I think it's best that we sever the connection now, don't you?
It would be most distressing if anyone mistook your natural good -heartedness
for something untoward.
Especially given your condition.
Of course.
You are right.
I've always... Thank you, darling, for saving me from my own foolishness.
Are you reading some silly
nonsense?
No, for God.
Swallows get lost when the wind changes.
Let me see to it.
Don't. Please.
I don't want it to suffer.
If it'll make you feel better.
I know you were here.
Are you mad?
You broke the window.
You have to go.
Where were you?
You do not understand.
Catherine! Is everything all right?
Yes, my love.
Well, come back inside.
Oh, he cannot see us.
Are you sure?
Do not.
No, no.
You mustn't. I mustn't?
Wasn't that you who told me my mouth, Cathy?
a pleasure coming from you.
Enough! Come on. Back inside.
Sorry, darling. It's freezing.
You'll catch your death.
I like the cold. Yes, but our sun may not.
Tell me, is it mine?
It is not.
How can you be sure?
I was sure before your return.
I'm sorry.
It is Edgar's child.
Do you think it would stop me?
Indeed, I only would have enjoyed it more.
I'm amazed he had it in him.
I'm amazed he would dare touch you. You would be shocked at the things Edgar
dared to do. Would I? It would make you blush.
Even Joseph ends in that flush.
What he does to me.
And that is how you found yourself in this scarlet condition?
Yes.
It didn't happen sooner.
He barely let me sleep.
More than anything.
More than anyone and nothing.
I've never loved anyone else.
You bitch.
This is how you look. Yes.
I'll take the throne.
I'll drink his fucking blood.
You said that you would degrade me.
I did not know that I would degrade myself.
That's only a little shame, Kath, that will not last.
Let me go.
Let me go, Heathcliff. Listen to me. This cannot go on.
Heathcliff, it is done.
I don't mean it.
It is done.
You want to?
Do you know how this works?
Would you like me to show you?
Kathy is right.
I am rough and cruel and cold
and unfailing.
Do you want me to stop?
I do not love you.
I will never love you.
I will treat you abominably.
Do you want me to stop?
I
will
marry you with the sole purpose of tormenting Catherine.
I will think of her every moment I am with you.
Do you want me to stop?
Isabella? Is everything all right?
Oh, what a creature.
Stop crying.
Come on. I've married you, haven't I?
All I have to ask you is, are you a marriageable age?
Yes. Are you free to marry?
Yes. She is a fool.
I can bear much, Catherine, but I will not stand for you weeping over that
in front of me.
It is enough.
All right? Enough.
Are you free to marry?
Yes. Congratulations. You may kiss the bride, etc.
I cannot.
You will, for God's sake. You will help it.
Get out of my sight until you're recovered.
This is indecent, Kathy.
Pull yourself together.
Dear Nellie, I know that Edgar will not accept a letter from me, so I am come to
you.
I cannot begin to describe the trials of this last fortnight.
I only wish to ask, since you know my husband, what have I married?
Is Mr Heathcliff a man?
If so...
Is he mad?
If not, is he a devil?
I have no doubt that he has me under some spell, which I am
incapable of breaking.
Oh, sorry, sir.
Do not worry, Joseph. You can stay.
You shall not bother us.
Is that not so, Isabel?
He is monstrous.
Diabolical.
Dejected.
Help me, Nellie.
your search for a position?
It does not.
Edgar has forbidden it.
Has he?
Once again, my despair seems to be your good fortune, Ellie.
I hope it soothes you to blame me.
I told you they would not read it.
Well, the letter was not shocking enough. Or Nellie would have shown them.
I thought it was quite harrowing. It could not have been, or they would
Well, if you doubt my competence, why don't you write a letter?
Oh, no.
You can't.
Write another.
To Catherine directly.
And then you will be nice to me.
Then I will be very nice to you.
It has been too long.
I must see Catherine.
And how will she respect you if you relent now?
Think what permissions you will grant if you comfort her.
It would be nothing short of an endorsement.
You must not see her.
Hold fast. Show her you will not bend.
It is more important than ever now Heathcliff has returned.
Isabella has written.
They are at the house.
She wishes most fervently to see you.
She can wish all she wants, but it is in vain. Tell her she can go home, for all
I care, and tell my wife to pull herself together.
I will have order in this house again.
How many more weeks of this must we all endure?
It is not good for you, it is not good for the baby.
The baby is gone.
When?
Have you bled?
No.
If you have not bled, then the baby is fine.
If you say so.
Stop it now, Cathy, or you will be in danger of losing Edgar's affection
forever.
Heathcliff is gone. You must accept it. Mrs Heathcliff's fortune is in London.
Do not call her that.
It is her name.
It is mine.
Oh, shut up, Catherine.
Ah, Nellie, what do you want?
What is this?
It's nothing. She has been insulted.
This is monstrous. Isabella, come at once.
Isabella, stay.
Heathcliff, let the poor thing go.
Can't you see she must hate you? Aye, she said so 100 times a day.
And yet, Isabella, if I leave you alone for half a day, won't you come
sighing and reeling back to me?
Oh, she's a funny creature now. No brutality disgusts her. No, I must
she has.
And a near admiration of it.
So, tell Catherine I have finally found my match in degradation.
Look.
I will tell her no such thing.
I want no part of whatever this is.
For God's sake, Heathcliff.
Isabella, let me take you home.
Would you like to come home?
Nellie, I am home.
Write to Cathy again.
She cannot ignore me forever.
Have any letters come for me, Millie?
None at all.
Cathy.
Let us call the truce now.
For this silence will kill us both.
I'll wait for you every day and every night.
Why do you not respond?
Coffee!
Why did you do it?
Stop it. It is enough now.
Enough. Get out of bed.
I fear I cannot.
You can.
You can, you selfish, wicked creature.
You can.
I will not stand for this grotesque performance a moment longer.
You are revolting.
You are both revolting.
Get out of bed.
Get out of bed. Get out of bed!
Nelly has played traitor again.
Nelly is my enemy.
What the devil is it?
Theatrics, Nelly. These are the signs of septicemia.
She said the baby died some time ago.
I thought it was a pretense.
A pretense?
Then you are a torturer.
For God's sake.
Sir.
I cannot imagine what hatred has been in your heart for you to allow this, but I
will not have you near her. Get out. Now.
Go.
Where's the doctor?
I think I might.
And you have claimed to be dying.
At least.
I've never believed...
He's clipped it up.
Thank you.
Get the doctor for God's sake. Somebody get the doctor.
You're all right.
You are fine.
My love.
My love, my darling pain.
I do not go.
It's killing you.
I'm sorry.
Don't be sorry.
Don't ever be sorry for me, Kathy.
For I'll do it again.
And again.
Then we don't.
What can I do?
Nothing.
Just stay with me.