Wuthering Heights Script - Dialogue Transcript

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Wuthering Heights Script





First I found the place.



I wondered who had lived there.



What their lives were like.



Something whispered

to my mind,



and I began to write.



My pen creates stories



of a world

that might have been--



a world of my imagining.



And here is one

I'm going to tell.



But take care...



not to smiIe at any part of it.



It begins with a stranger.



-Mr. Heathcliff?

-Mr. Heathcliff?



-You'll have to wait.

-You'll have to wait.



Who are you?






Your new tenant

up at the Grange.



I'm surprised you'd choose

a storm to go wandering



about in, Mr. Lockwood.



Well, I, um...

I Iost my way out on the moor.



Is the Grange far?



Perhaps I couId get a guide

from amongst your Iads.



You couId not.



I'll go with him as far



as the park.



You'll go with him to hell.



Mr. Heathcliff, if I'm not



to have a guide

to take me up to the Grange,



I shall have to sIeep

here tonight.



I don't keep accommodation

for strangers.



Or I'll sIeep in the chair.



There's a room they don't use.



Don't Ieave it by the window.



Why not?



''Catherine Heathcliff.''



''Catherine Linton.''



''Catherine Earnshaw.''



Let me in.



Let me in.



Who the deviI

put you in there?



The deviI is right.






Her face.



She Iooked like...



You shouId not have

gone in there.



Lockwood has stumbIed into

the end of a strange story...



a story that began

   years before



when an oId man returned

to Wuthering Heights...



weary after a Iong journey.



He's coming!






All right, don't rush me.






Ah, home again, Cathy.



What have you

brought me, Father?



Cathy, give Father

a chance to draw breath.



Just wait and see.

Wait and see.



Oh, my Lord.



I found him...



starving in the streets

of LiverpooI.



He's a fiIthy gypsy, Father.



He's a gift from God.



You're to treat him

as your new brother.



But where's my present?



Hasn't he got any famiIy

of his own?



He's part of our

famiIy now.



That's your brother-- HindIey,



and this...



is your new sister--






Offer your hand as I showed you.



Earnshaw named him Heathcliff.



Cathy was drawn to the siIent,

seIf-possessed boy.



But it was hardness,

not gentIeness



that kept him siIent.



Nothing here beIongs to you--



not now, not ever.



From the very first,



Heathcliff was more Cathy's

brother than HindIey.



Like all wiId things,



she shared with him a Iove

of the open moor.



The rock and the Iowering skies.



Oh, mercifuI God,



Father of our Lord

Jesus Christ...



Though Heathcliff became

Mr. Earnshaw's favorite chiId,



his protection was limited



by the Iength

of the oId man's life.



...shall not die eternally.



You have aIso taught us

by His hoIy apostIe St. PauI...



Grant this, we beseech Thee,

O mercifuI Father,



through Jesus Christ,






Your quarters are in

the stabIes from now on.






Morning, Cathy.






''Then Rab-shakeh stood



''and cried with a Ioud voice



''in the Jews' Ianguage, 'Hear ye

the words of the great king.



'''Hearken not to Hezekiah,



'''for thus bade

the king of Assyria



'''make an agreement with me

by a present.



'''And come out to me and eat

thee every one of his vine



'''and every one of his fig tree



'''and drink ye everyone



the waters of his own




'untiI I come and take you away

to a Iand like your own Iand,''



'''a Iand of corn and wine,



HindIey, don't...



a Iand of bread and vineyards.'''



Stop it...



'''Beware, Iest Hezekiah

persuade you.'''



What, done aIready?



When Father was alive,

we couId play on Sunday.



Why not Iet them be, HindIey?



You put these two down

to their scriptures.



And be sure to examine them

on it this time.


















FeeIs like tree bark.



SiIver birch.



SiIver birch?



Mm. But it's warmer.



My turn.



Shame on you.



Think of your souIs!



Master HindIey!

Master HindIey!



What are you thinking about?



I was thinking about the sea.



You ever seen the sea?



No, I was too littIe.



I don't remember.



My life didn't begin

untiI I...



untiI I...



Who sent you?






Was it a bird?






Or a tree?



No, a bird.



Or the wind.



No, a bird.



I don't know.



Do you know anything?



Can you taIk to trees?






TaIk to the wind?






Let's send your spirit

into that tree.












Make it taIk to us.



TaIk to me.






Oh, listen.



They're calling your name.



How did you do that?



I can do Iots of things.



What things?



Stand up.



Where are you going?



Come here.



Come back here.



Come here.



CIose your eyes.



CIose your eyes.



If, when you open your eyes,



the day is sunny and bright,



so shall your future be.



But if the day

is full of storms,



so shall be your life.






open your eyes.



What have you done?



I don't care.



Do you hear me?



I don't care.



Where are you going?



To have a Iook.



Come on!



SheItered in a valley,

carpeted in crimson,



the Grange,

home of Edgar Linton



and Isabella, his sister.



Doesn't it make you

wish you'd been adopted



by the Lintons?



I wouIdn't give up what I have



for a thousand lives

like the Lintons.



Come on.



Come on! Come on! This way!



Come! Come!



Go on! Run!



Oh, no, you don't!



Make room.



Ooh, my goodness.



It's Catherine Earnshaw, Father.



-Uh, Fitz.

-Yes, sir.



You had better send

for Dr. Kenneth.



Bring her through.



Leave her be! Leave her!



Come back here!



I think he must be

Earnshaw's gypsy.



Throw him out.









Look at the state of her.



Poor girI.



I will speak to HindIey

Earnshaw about this.



She's his own sister.



Perhaps she shouId

stay here for awhiIe.



Thank you.



How is she?



Better, I think.



I reckon the Lintons will

be sorry to Iose her.



When's she coming home?



Did she ask



about me?



Remember that Mr. HindIey's

forbidden you



to speak to Miss Cathy

when she returns.



So she...



she had no message for me?



No doubt we'll all find her

very changed.



Thank you.



How are you?



Much better.

Thank you.



Thank you, HindIey.









WeIcome home, Miss Cathy.



Oh, Nelly, what do you

think of her?



She's quite the Iady now.



Where's Heathcliff?






you may come forward.



Wish Miss Catherine weIcome



like the rest of the servants.



Well, Heathcliff,

have you forgotten me?



Shake hands.

That is permitted.



I shall not stay

to be Iaughed at.



I'm sorry.



I didn't mean to Iaugh.



Look at you.



You needn't have touched me.



A littIe more?



Yes, I'll have some.



Thank you...



Get that gypsy out of here!



You're not...



Stop it!



fit... for a civilized house!



The worst thing

about you is that



you never see anyone eIse's




Oh, my






They Iooked after me

for three months.



I found a Iapwing's nest



at Peniston Crag

when you were away.



I waited every day

for a sight of you...



coming over the moors.



But you didn't come.



So I put a wire mesh

over the nest,



and all the littIe ones

died when they hatched.






Because the parent birds



couIdn't get near

enough to feed them.



No. Why did you starve them?



Well, there wasn't any point



in keeping them alive

to show you.



If you'd have come back,

I'd have spared them.



In the future,

you must spare them.



Don't you trust me?



Don't you know

I'll aIways come back?



Don't you know that?









In giving birth, Frances--



HindIey Earnshaw's wife-- died.



And HindIey, whose sorrow

was of the kind



that couId not weep or pray

without her life,



Iost all interest in his own.



Name this chiId.



Hareton Earnshaw.



Hareton Earnshaw...



I baptize thee

in the name of the Father



and of the Son

and of the HoIy Ghost.









We receive this chiId



into the congregation

of Christ's fIock,



and assign him

to the sign of the cross,



in token that, hereafter,

he shall not be ashamed



to confess the faith

of Christ crucified,



but manfully to fight

under His banner



against sin,

the world and the deviI.






What have you got

that silly frock on for?



We're still in mourning,

Miss Cathy.



ShouIdn't you be back



in the fieIds now, Heathcliff?






Ah! Found it.



Edgar and Isabella

Linton said



they might come this afternoon.






The crosses are for the days



you've spent with the Lintons.



The dots are for the days



you've spent with me.



You see?



I've marked every day.






Very foolish.



As if I took notice.



Where's the sense in that?



To show that I do take notice.



Oh, I see.



ShouId I aIways

be sitting with you?



You might be dumb

for anything



you say to amuse me.



You never toId me before

that I taIk too littIe.



Or that you disliked

my company, Cathy.



That's no company at all,



when peopIe know nothing

and say nothing.



It's so IoveIy to see you.



Come in.






Oh, Cathy.



I thought you were Frances,

risen from the dead.



Nelly, will you keep

a secret for me?



Oh, is it

worth keeping?



Today, Edgar Linton

asked me...



to marry him.



Oh... Well...



How shouId I answer?



Well, really, Miss Cathy,

how shouId I know?



I accepted him.






Do you Iove Mr. Edgar?



Um, of course I do.



Of course.



I can't heIp it.



Why do you Iove him, Cathy?



Uh, because he's handsome



and pIeasant to be with.






Because, um... he's young



and cheerfuI.



Bad, still.



And because he'll be rich.



And I shall be the greatest

woman of the neighborhood.






Is that what you really want?



Well, marry Mr. Edgar then.



Where's your obstacIe?






In my souI and in my heart,



I'm convinced I'm wrong.



And if my brother had

not put Heathcliff



so Iow,



I shouIdn't have thought of it.



It wouId degrade me

to marry Heathcliff now.



So he...



he'll never know I Iove him.



My great miseries in this world

have been Heathcliff's miseries.



And I watched...



and feIt each...



from the beginning.



My Iove for Linton is like...



like foliage in the woods.



Time will change it...



as winter changes the trees.



I Iove Heathcliff.



He's the...



He's like the...



eternaI rocks beneath.



A... A source of literaI,

visibIe delight...



but necessary.






I am Heathcliff.









It's Joseph,



and Heathcliff

might be with him.



In fact, I'm not sure he wasn't



here earlier.



Young deviI of a gypsy

gets worse and worse.



He's Ieft the gate open



and took off

across the moors.






Go and Iook for him.



Call him back.






Now, go after him.



Do you think he heard?



I think he heard something.






What did I say?



I think he heard up untiI

the bit where you said



it wouId degrade you

to marry him.















PIease, come in, Miss Cathy.



Oh, my God, I Iost him.




-I Iost him!









I cannot live without my life.



I cannot live without my souI.



The Heathcliff of her chiIdhood

disappeared forever that night.



She couId not find him.



As she recovered,



she waited for his return...



but he did not come.



And eventually,



Cathy turned away from her

oId life at Wuthering Heights.



In marrying Edgar,



she found

a measure of happiness.



Two souIs as different



as the moonbeam

from lightning...



or frost from fire.



But thoughts are tyrants



that return again and again

to torment us.






Confound you, man.



A person from Gimmerton wishes



to see you, ma'am.



What does he want?



I didn't question him.



I'll be back in a moment.



It's not one of HindIey's

creditors, is it?



No, sir.



It's someone the mistress

doesn't expect.



Heathcliff's come back.



Well, don't strangIe me

for that.



I know you didn't like him,



but, for my sake,

you must be friends now.



Shall I tell him to come up?



Come on.



You bid him step up.



Catherine, try to be gIad

without being absurd



in front of

the whoIe househoId.




is a runaway servant.



Sit down, sir.



Mrs. Linton has asked me

to weIcome you.



And, of course,

I'm delighted when anything



occurs to pIease her.



And I, aIso.



Especially if it's anything

of which I have a part.



Where have you been

these two years,






You seem to have

done very well.






Perhaps you came into



your inheritance?






You Iook very fit.



Perhaps you've been



soIdiering and seen



some service abroad.






I shall... I shall

think it a dream tomorrow.



And yet,



you don't deserve

this weIcome.



To be absent and siIent

for two years.



I heard of your marriage, Cathy,



not Iong ago.



I traveIed here simpIy to have

one glimpse of your face.



I fought through a bitter life

since I Iast heard your voice.



And you must forgive my siIence,



for I struggIed onIy for you.



Where are you staying?



At Wuthering Heights.



HindIey Earnshaw



invited you to stay



at Wuthering Heights?



It is I who invited him to stay.



It appears

that HindIey mortgaged



the property to cover

his gambling debts.



I was abIe to assist

my oId friend by



taking up his notes.



I am the owner

of Wuthering Heights now.



What do you mean?



HindIey and Hareton

are both dispossessed.



It's our oId home, after all.



Where Cathy and I grew up.



I have a particuIar

attachment to it.



Everything's so awake now.



Do you remember how

we pictured heaven?



I remember

how you pictured it.



Mm, how did you picture it?



With you.



Whenever and wherever

you spent time with me.



Go away.



I Iove you.



When you went away, I removed

myseIf from the Heights.



I rooted myseIf in his life,

in the Grange.



I cannot uproot myseIf again.



Why not?



I cannot.



I cannot.



Let me kiss you good-bye.



You won't drive me away

again, Cathy.



I don't want to.



But Iet us kiss good-bye

as Cathy and Heathcliff



from Iong ago.



And kiss good-bye to that time.



All right...



we put that time to sIeep.



When we meet tomorrow,



we will be as we are now.



And I shall kiss you again.



You must never kiss me again.



I Iove Edgar and

he's dependent on me.



If you kiss me again

I wouId have to Ieave him,



and I wouId not survive.



The surest way to kill me

is for you to kiss me again.



You sent me away because you

knew I wanted to be with him.



I'll not believe this idiocy.



You think you're

in Iove with Heathcliff?



I Iove him more than

you ever Ioved Edgar.



And he'd Iove me, too,

if you'd Iet him.



I wouIdn't for you

for a kingdom then.



He's an unrecIaimed creature.



He's a fierce, pitiIess,



woIfish man.



It's not true!



Heathcliff has

an honorabIe souI.



You think I speak from

wicked seIfishness?



I'm certain you do.




Try for yourseIf.



I'm done.






We've been quarreling

like cats about you.



Catherine, don't.



Let me go.



My poor sister-in-Iaw

is breaking her heart



by mere contemplation



of your physicaI

and moraI beauty.



And she's suIked since

yesterday's waIk



when I sent her out

of your company.



Well, she wished to be out of

my company now, at any rate.



There's a tigress.






She's her brother's heir,

isn't she?



I believe Cathy

has been painting



a bIack picture of me.



You mustn't imagine for

a moment that she lies.



I'm a villain.



I'm onIy after

your fortune.









Your worthIess friend.



What are you doing?



What's it to you?



I'm not your husband.



You've treated me infernally.






And if you imagine



I'll suffer unrevenged,

you're a fooI.



I've treated you




At Ieast allow me

to amuse myseIf a littIe



in the same styIe.



Have you been listening, Edgar?



You, sir, Ieave my house




If you deIay, I

will put you out.



Cathy, this Iamb of yours

threatens like a bull.



Ellen, fetch the men.



''Fair'' means you haven't

the courage to attack him.



ApoIogize, or allow yourseIf

to be beaten.



Cathy, give me the key.



I said give me the key.



I wish you joy of the

miIk-bIooded coward, Cathy.



A compliment to you

on your taste.



I've seen her like this

before, sir.



She's making herseIf

ill just to spite us.



It couId be dangerous

with the baby due.



PIease, sir,



couIdn't you go

and taIk to her?






You're right, Ellen.



It was you that brought her

back before, sir,



when Heathcliff ran.



I don't ever want to hear

that man's name mentioned



in this house.



Good night, Ellen.





















I'm afraid of being aIone.



No, you're not aIone.



Nelly's here now.



Shh. Cathy? Cathy?



Let me feeI the wind.



It come... it comes

straight down off the moor.



No, Cathy.






I wish I were a girI again.



Laughing at injuries,

not maddening under them.



Why am I so changed?






It's my room.



The candIe in the window.



You can't see the house

from here, Cathy.



Joseph's waiting

till I come home.



He'll wait awhiIe yet.



It's a rough journey

and a sad heart to traveI it.



And we must pass through

Gimmerton Church



to go that journey.



We've braved its ghosts

often together.



We've dared each other



to stand among the graves

and call on them to come.



Heathcliff, if I dare now,

will you venture?



He's considering.



He'd rather I came to him.



You are sIow.



You'll aIways follow me.









Push! Push!



Good girI.



Come on, come on.



That's it. Come on.



Push down. Harder.



Looks good.



Harder, harder.



Come on, Cathy.






That's a good girI.

Good girI.



Mrs. Dean wishes

to see you.



How's Cathy?



Mrs. Linton has had

a littIe girI.






the Linton estate...



beIongs to



my wife.



You seem to forget

my brother is still alive.



I've not forgotten

for an instant.



This young Iady



is Iooking sadIy the worse

for a change in circumstance.



Somebody's Iove falls far short

in her case, obviousIy.



Her own.



She hates herseIf.



As you see,



she degenerates

into a mere sIut.



It was a marveIous effort

on her part



to discover that I did not



Iove her.



But at Iast, I think



she begins to know me.



Tell your Master Nelly

that I never in all my life



met with such an

abject thing as she.



She even disgraces

the name of Linton.



Take care, Ellen.



He wishes to provoke Edgar

to desperation.



I'll die first.



The singIe pIeasure

I can imagine is to die...



or see him dead.






That will do for the moment.



What will they name her?



Cathy's daughter?






Catherine Linton.






I remember when this house



was full of the sound

of Iaughter, Mr. HindIey.



Now there's nothing

but bitterness and hatred.



Stay where you are.



You're not going yet.

Sit down!






I must see her.



Try and understand.



Cathy's very ill.



Another encounter

between you and Mr. Edgar



wouId probabIy kill her.



I must see her, Nelly.






How can I bear it?



You and Edgar have broken

my heart.



And now...



you come to me



as if you were the

one to be pitied.



I shall not pity you.



-You've killed me.




Will you forget me?



Will you be happy

when I'm in the earth?



Are you possessed

with the deviI



to taIk in that manner to me

when you're dying?



Can't you see



that all those words

will be branded in my memory



and eating deeper



eternally whiIe you

are at peace?



I shall not be at peace.



I don't mean to torture you.



PIease, Heathcliff...



do come to me.






Why did you betray

your own heart, Cathy?



You Ioved me...



and what right had

you to Ieave me?



The poor fancy you

feIt for Linton?



Nothing that God or Satan

couId inflict



wouId have parted us.



You, of your own will, did it.



I've not broken

your heart, Cathy.



You have broken it,



and in breaking it,

you've broken mine.



If I've done wrong,



I'm dying for it.



You Ieft me, too...



but I forgive you.



Forgive me.



It's hard.



It's so hard...



to forgive.



I Iook... at those eyes...






I forgive what

you've done to me.



I Iove my murderer,



but yours--



How can I?



How can I?



She's dead.



I've not waited for you

to Iearn that.



Put your handkerchief away.



Don't sniveI before me.



Damn you all.



She wants none of your tears.



She lies at peace now,




May she wake as kindIy

in the next world.



May she wake in torment.



I pray one prayer.



I repeat it

till my tongue stiffens.



Catherine Earnshaw,



may you not rest

as Iong as I am living.



Heathcliff, don't!



You said I killed you.



Haunt me, then.



I know that ghosts

have wandered the earth.



Be with me aIways,



take any form,



drive me mad...



onIy do not Ieave me



in this abyss

where I cannot find you.









I cannot live without my life.



I cannot live without my souI.



...to raise us

from the death of sin



unto the life

of righteousness,



that when we shall depart

this life,



we may rest in Him,



as our hope is this,

our brother doth,



and that, at the generaI

resurrection in the Iast day,



he may be found acceptabIe

in Thy sight,



and receive that bIessing,

as Thy well-beIoved son...



Before the spring was out,



Cathy's brother HindIey

followed her to the grave.



He drank himseIf into oblivion,



Ieaving Hareton,

his son and heir,



to try to wake some Iove in

Heathcliff's embittered heart.










Now, my bonnie Iad,

you're mine.



Let's see if one tree

won't grow as crooked as another



with the same wind

to twist it.



So Heathcliff cIaimed

the Iast surviving Earnshaw.



As the father had used him,



so he wouId use the son.



I was Iooking for birds' nests.



   years have passed.



Catherine Linton,



Cathy and Edgar's daughter,

grown up



within the confines

of the Grange,



sheItered by her father...






and never knew the nearness



of the wiId inhabitants

of the Heights...



untiI today.






who is this?



-Can you tell?

-Your son?



Yes, but don't you recognize



your cousin...









I thought you lived



in London.



Father sent for me

when Mother died.



Well, have you nothing to show



your cousin?



Take her outside.



I do not think

my father likes you,






I imagine he thought me




to marry his sister.



What does that

inscription mean?



Some damnabIe writing.

I can't read it.



I can read it.



I want to know why

it's there.



Can you believe

in the existence



of such a coIossaI dunce?



Can't even read his own name.



Is that your name--

Hareton Earnshaw?



My mother's name was Earnshaw.



Didn't you know?



Hareton is aIso your cousin.



How do you do?






Guess who I saw today

on my waIk in the moors?



Ellen has aIready

toId me, Catherine.



Why do you forbid me

to visit Wuthering Heights?



Is it...



is it because

you dislike Mr. Heathcliff?






not because I dislike

Mr. Heathcliff,



but because Mr. Heathcliff



dislikes me.



He was quite pIeasant,




Sit down.



I have no maIe heir, Catherine.



I'm certain that Heathcliff



seeks by some means



to dispossess you

of your inheritance...



and in that way,



to revenge himseIf on me.



He's a diabolicaI man,




He will stop at nothing



to bring down those he hates.



She might have

been living yet...



had it not been for him.



Dearest Catherine...



why have you not

come back to me?



Every day... I wait for you.



My one waking thought

has been of you.



Perhaps UncIe Edgar



has forbidden you

to visit Wuthering Heights.



You must find a way

of seeing me again.



My life didn't begin



untiI I saw your face.



Why have you not...



come back to me...






I have waited so Iong.






sign it...






Are you sick?



No, I'm feeling better.



I'm just tired.






Well, cousin,

I'm here at your command.



Uh, you Iook well,



Miss Linton.



Miss Linton?



Miss Linton.



My father is graveIy ill

after fighting



to come here because

you begged me to.



What is it you want of me?



My house isn't



stricken with the plague.



Sit down and have some tea.



Miss, um,



Linton... I...



I give you what I have.



The present is hardIy worth

accepting, but



I have nothing eIse



to offer.



It is my son.






What are you saying?



Father wants us to be married.



He knows UncIe Edgar

won't allow it



whiIe he lives,

but he's afraid



of my dying if we wait.



So we are to be married tonight



and then Father will be

master of the Grange.



I'm not afraid of you.



Give me that key.



HeIp me!



No one knows

you're here, Catherine.



I swear, you will not

Ieave this house



untiI I am your father.



The onIy father you'll

have in a day or two.



Oh, you're

not afraid of me, hmm?



Your courage is well disguised.



I am afraid now,



because if I stay, my

father will be miserabIe.



Let me go home.



His happiest days were over

when your days began.



He cursed you,



as I did, for coming

into this world.



Weep away.



It'll be your

chief diversion hereafter.



Mr. Heathcliff,

you're a crueI man,



but you're not a fiend.



If my father died

before I returned,



couId I bear to live?



I'm going to kneeI here,

at your feet,



and I'll not get up



till you Iook back at me.



Don't turn away.




Have you never Ioved

anybody in all your life,



UncIe-- Never?



Keep your fingers off.



Move or I'll kick you.



How the deviI can you

dream of fawning on me?



I detest you.






Uh-uh-uh, ''I require



''and charge you both,



''as you will answer at the

dreadfuI day of judgment,



''when the secrets of all

hearts shouId be discIosed,



''that if either of you

know any impediment



''why ye may not be Iawfully

joined together in matrimony



''ye do now confess it.



''For be ye well assured,



''that so many as

are coupIed together



''otherwise than

God's Word doth allow,



''are not joined

together by God.



Neither is their

matrimony IawfuI.''



I've been waiting

for you to come.



Is it true you've married?



I have.



You happy?






Your fortune beIongs

to Heathcliff now.



Tell me you're safe.



That Linton will protect you.



He will protect me.



So be it.



I'm going to her now.









What was she like?



What was who like?



My mother.



She was a wiId,

wicked slip of a girI.



She burned too bright

for this world.



Am I like her?



I see her mostIy in Hareton.



I've come to fetch you home

to Wuthering Heights.



I've found a new tenant

for this house,



and I want my chiIdren about me.



Go make yourseIf ready.



I haven't been in this room

since the night I returned.



I've made the sexton remove

the earth from her coffin.



Aren't you ashamed

to disturb the dead?



I disturb nobody.



I gave myseIf some ease...



when I saw her face again.



It is her as yet.



Your son is dead.



How do you feeI?



How do you feeI, Catherine?



I feeI and see onIy death.



Come to the fire--

you must be frozen.



Get away from me.



How dare you touch me...



when I wouId've given

my life for one kind word



when I was imprisoned.



You kept off.



Do you think

I'm going to accept friendship



from you now?



I've onIy come into this room

'cause I'm coId.



What is it?



My son's will.



He Ieft the Grange and all

your personaI property to me.



Look where he signed it...






It doesn't matter.



Nothing matters now.



There we are.



There we are. Shh...






He's just like a

cart horse, isn't he.



He does his work,



gets his food,



and sIeeps.



Do you ever

dream, Hareton?



I find out that I'm gIad...



that I shouId like you to be

my cousin.









Do you hear?



Go to the deviI and Iet me be.



No, I won't.



You must

listen to me.



I'll go to hell body and souI

before I Iook sideways at you






You shouId be friends

with your cousin.






When she hates me?



Thinks me not fit

to wipe her shoes.



It's not I who hates you;

it's you



who hates me.



You hate me



as much

as Mr. Heathcliff does.



And more.



You're a damn liar!



Why have I made him

angry then



by taking your part

a hundred times?



I didn't know you took my part.



Mrs. Dean?









convey this gift

to Mr. Hareton Earnshaw,



and tell him, if he'll take it,



I'll come and teach him



to read it.



And if he refuses,

I'll go upstairs



and never tease him again.



So, you forgive me?



You'll be ashamed of me



every day of your life,



and the more...



the more you know me.



So you won't be my friend?



Mr. Heathcliff...



I want to make a small garden.



They'll be no gardens here.



You shouIdn't grouch a few yards



of earth



when you've taken all my Iand.



Your Iand, you insoIent sIut?!



-You never had any!

-And my money.



That's enough.



And Hareton's Iand,



-and his money.

-You must not speak to him so.



If you strike me,



Hareton will defend me,



so you may as well sit down.



You dare to try and rouse him



against me!






you must Iearn to avoid



putting me in a passion...



or I shall really murder you




Come back and finish

your dinner.



Go home.



You've other company.



I don't know how you

can bear to Ieave her.



How can you defend him?



He's robbed you

of Wuthering Heights.



Your name's

above the door.



Doesn't matter.



If he were the deviI himseIf,

it wouIdn't matter.



How wouId you feeI



if I spoke badIy of your father?



Heathcliff's not your father.



He's my true father.



It's a poor concIusion,

is it not?



My oId enemies

have not beaten me.



Now wouId be the precise time



to revenge myseIf

on their chiIdren.



I couId do it.



No one couId hinder me.



But where's the use?



Eat it whiIe it's hot.



Oh, for God's sake,



pIease don't keep staring

like that.



Turn round.



Tell me, are we by ourseIves?






you've not had a BibIe

in your hand



since you were a Iad.



Let me fetch the parson.



There's a strange...



change approaching.



How do you mean--



a change?



It's been a Iong fight.



I wish it were over.









Mr. Heathcliff?



You'll have to wait.



Who are you?



I-I'm Lockwood.



Your new tenant

up at the Grange.



I'm surprised

you'd choose a storm



to go wandering about in,

Mr. Lockwood.



Who the deviI put you in there?



The deviI is right.



She said she'd been waIking

the earth for    years.



Catherine Linton,

or Earnshaw,



or whatever she's called.



Her face.



She Iooked like...



Oh, you shouId not

have gone in there.



Will you come with me?






To you, I've made myseIf

worse than the deviI.



Together, they are afraid

of nothing.



They wouId brave Satan

and all his Iegions.



And the price?



Three graves by a Iow wall



where the churchyard

meets the open moor.



A generation Iost and gone.



Edgar, Cathy, Heathcliff.



May they sIeep sound

in that quiet earth.



But country foIk

will swear on their BibIes



that he still waIks.


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