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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.

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 as much as 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 am dying!

For pity's sake, Linton!

And that is why Father wants us

to be married as soon as we can.

- 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.

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?!

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!

I'm close now.

I'm close, my love.

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!

Cathy.

Can it be true, Nelly, that

my mother loved this monster?

They were childhood sweethearts.

Nothing more.

Yet the writing... Cathy, Heathcliff.

Cathy, Heathcliff.

Over and over.

Hello, my love!

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 than gentleness

that stops you from complaining?

I tell thee, as god is my judge,

there's been understair 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... not much of

a one for conversation.

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!

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!

You boys! Stop it!

What is going on?

What have you to say for yourselves?

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 you kept a whore in

Liverpool when Mother was dying.

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 that...

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

in this world 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. This need not concern you.

Well, I say.

Who is this handsome young squire?

Goodbye, Nelly.

You be sure to come back

from school a gentleman.

Goodbye, son.

Watch him, Cathy! Watch

Heathcliff very closely.

He's a cuckoo in the nest.

He feeds on Father's affections

until Father won't have

anything left to give you.

Who's there?

Cathy!

Cathy!

Back before supper!

And don't get into trouble,

else I'll have the magistrate onto you!

Heathcliff!

Do you not think this horse

would suit you well? Eh?

I bought a fine silver locket for Cathy.

So it's only fair.

Thank you, Father.

It's beautiful.

Come on, Heathcliff. Would you like him?

A fine thoroughbred, this one.

- 16 hands high.

- He does look fine.

Do you not think, Heathcliff?

A deal, then?

There's no rush is there?

Oh, we've got a right

little trader here, have we?

Let them run in the field.

What's that?

I said let them run in the field.

- Now let's not be silly.

- Do as he says if you want a sale.

Come on, lad.

All rigth.

Come on.

That's your thoroughbred.

- 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 young,

then I could enjoy myself.

She's yours.

- Good man.

- 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.

Mr Heathcliff's horse!

Master, you're needed!

Come on, Heathcliff, my love. Come on.

Father's dead!

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! I

have 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 that we could

have adjoining rooms, sister!

Don't just stand there

gawping, Heathcliff.

Go and see to the horses!

From henceforth, you and Joseph will

quarter yourselves in the back kitchen.

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