Wuthering Heights

Sou Laura Linney and this

is "Masterpiece Classic".

Cathy, this is Heathcliff.

Your new brother,

I was cursed the moment

I laid eyes on you.

Heathcliff.

We cannot escape each other.

Cannot.

I would die a thousand deaths

if she were waiting for me!

Edgar Linton's asked me to marry him.

I'm as trapped as you are.

I cannot live without my soul.

Oh, Cathy!

And we will wander these

moors for all eternity.

Emily Bront, Wuthering Heights.

Beginning tonight on

"Masterpiece Classic"

O MORRO DOS VENTOS UIVANTES

Ellis Bell wrote obsessively.

About a land call Gondal.

An Imaginary world of the

desire, adventure and struggle.

Reading entire letters it could only be

decide by the other members of the family.

And sometimes even it couldn't read them.

Ellis Bell was born and grow up

on the moors of west Yorkshire.

A treeless, winds swap salutary place.

Where fantasies and emotions go and

check by de rules of the civilize society.

Person who grow up in the moors

Often found it hard

differing anywhere else.

Ellis Bell found that impossible.

Emotional trauma or fisical illness.

Always forced to return to

the wild solitaire moors.

Ellis Bell was the pen

name of Emily Bront.

Who real name didn't come out

after her death, age thirty.

She was a poet,

essayist

and the author of one

of incandescent novel.

About incivility emotions.

in a world the desire,

adventure and struggle.

Wuthering Heights.

Wuthering Heights

From de Novel By Emily Bont

Screenplay by Peter Bowker

Come in, Catherine!

Come on in!

Come here!

Don't torture me! End it.

End it!

Let me in!

Let me in!

Let me in!

I will not be living here, then?

Your father is eager to

have you live with him.

Is it a long journey, Uncle?

No.

- Catherine, my love.

- He's gone, Nelly.

My cousin is gone.

How am I to love my

father if I don't know him?

All children love their parents.

Is Wuthering Heights as pleasant

a place as Thrushcross Grange?

It is not so buried in trees

and it is not quite so large.

But... You can see the

country beautifully all around.

Be quiet now. No more questions.

You are already looking so pale.

Ah, you've brought it, have you?

I feared I'd have to come down

and fetch my property myself.

One footstep on my land and you

know what would happen to you.

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

Oh, god, what a beauty!

Damn my soul, it is

worse than I expected.

And the devil knows

I wasn't very helpful.

Looks worse than you.

- Do you know me?

- No.

Well, your mother was a wicked slut

to keep you in ignorance of the

sort of father you possessed!

How dare you? I shall

carry him! Give over!

You have hardly the

strength to carry yourself.

Don't leave me!

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

- Don't leave me, Uncle Edgar!

- You'd best be kind to your son.

Else as god is my witness, I

shall find a way of hurting you!

I shall be very kind to

him. You needn't fear.

Why could he not stay just one night?

Just long enough for me

to get to know him better.

Because I do not think that is what his

father would wish for him, Catherine.

- Is he far away?

- Exceeding far.

Your father travelled all night.

When Linton's mother died, I wanted

nothing more than to have him with us.

But that is simply not possible.

We will have to remain as we have always

been. Just you and me. And Nelly here.

All I wanted was a friend!

But you took him away and

you will not tell me why!

So it is not like it always was.

It can never be like that any more!

SIX MONTH LATER:

TO THE MEMORY OF CATHERINE

LINTON 1805-1830. AGED 25 YEARS.

Cathy.

Cathy.

Nelly, thank you!

It was Cathy's. Your mother's.

I've kept it these 18 years.

My father is up at

the church, I suppose.

Why does his sadness at Mother's death

always weigh on his

happiness that I was born?

Now, now, chick.

What shall we do to cheer you up?

I know where I wish to go.

Where a colony of moorgame is settled.

That must be a good

distance up. I'm not so sure.

Please, Nelly! You did ask me.

It is my birthday.

All right.

But we must be back within the hour.

Where are they, Miss

Catherine? We must go back.

A little further. Only

a little further, Ellen.

We must go back. We really must go back!

Miss Catherine!

What are you doing, girl?

I was searching for grouse eggs.

On my land?

That would be poaching.

Papa said there were

quantities on the moor.

And I would never have taken

any. I just wished to see them.

And Papa is Mr Linton of

Thrushcross Grange, is he not?

Who are you?

- You don't know me?

- Of course I don't.

Yet I know you.

Catherine.

You may know my name

but you don't know me.

I know enough to know that

today is your birthday.

I was acquainted with your mother.

I know that today is the

anniversary of her death.

I see.

And you saw me and

recognised my mother in me?

No. There is nothing

of your mother in you.

How, then?

Come and meet my son.

You know him already. He

would help explain everything.

Know him? How could I?

Come to my house and see, child.

I will come, but I

think you are mistaken.

Catherine!

Catherine, no!

No, I forbid it!

Now...

Who is that?

Didn't I tell you you knew him?

Linton?

Is that you?

- He's your son?

- Catherine!

I prayed so to see you before I died.

You were so close these past months.

Why did you never come and see me?

Best ask your father that.

My father?

He told me that Linton

was living many miles away.

So you must be my uncle, then!

If you have any kisses,

child, give them to Linton.

We should go, young lady!

You should not have come here!

Why? Because I would discover

that my cousin should be so close?

Make yourself at home, Nelly.

Your old chair still sits there for you.

You lived here too?

She did indeed. And she

raised your mother here.

Is this true, Nelly?

She raised me also.

Although I don't know if Nelly looks

at me with pride for the job she did.

Now son,

have you nothing you can

go and show your cousin?

Take her to the stables

to see the horses.

Wouldn't you rather sit here?

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

Hareton! Come here.

You shall have to

settle for Hareton here.

Isn't he a handsome lad?

Go with her around the farm.

Behave like a gentleman,

mind. And don't stare.

There.

Now you have a challenger

for your cousin's heart.

It's some damnable writing,

but I cannot read it.

Perhaps I could help you to read.

If your master would allow it.

My master? My master?!

Damn you!

I'll see thee damned before

tha' calls me servant!

I'm sorry if I gave offence.

He's not a servant.

He's your cousin too.

My cousin?

I have tied his tongue.

He will never be able to emerge

from his coarseness and ignorance.

And is this how you take your revenge?

By warping the next generation?

Is that why you lured

young Catherine here?

I just want her and Linton

to get to know each other.

Where's the harm of it?

From now on, you are to avoid

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