Wuthering Heights Page #4

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.

Fair now, Hindley.

Did I not tell you my dress

would look wonderful on Cathy?

You are making me proud,

Cathy. 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.

Remember, Heathcliff,

show an amiable humour.

Splendid that you could come.

Not as grand as the Grange, of course.

- But, please.

- It's charming.

- No, I'm not your servant.

- To the stable, you vagabond.

I am not your servant.

Do not stare at me as

though I am nothing.

- You've been combing your pretty curls, have you?

- Please, Linton!

Your dirty gypsy locks, you

fiend! I will break your insolence!

- Linton, stop it!

- I will break you!

- Stop it! You brute!

- Stop!

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.

- 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 will 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.

Bring that in!

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 that 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 was a blessing

your wife was spared long enough

- to give you this son.

- She is not dead?

Damn you, I will not believe it!

You know better than to

choose 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 am 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 ever 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.

No, I'm not sorry.

I sometimes think your true

passion is hate rather than love.

Hindley?

You would 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 laid together.

Yet since then, every evening

is spent with the Lintons.

Perhaps I find Edgar easier company.

Perhaps he doesn't talk of curses

and fall into a brooding silence.

So you dislike my company.

It's no company at all when people

know nothing and say nothing.

There.

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.

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 shall 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.

- Not Nelly, tis I.

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 the separation from me?

And how I will be quite deserted

in the world without you?

Did you consider that?

You quite deserted? We 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 can 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 is not sufficient?

- By no means.

You must say why.

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.

THREE YEARS LATER

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!

You have 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 cub, come hither!

You come hither!

Hindley. Hindley.

The boy is tired. So are you.

Why don't you go and rest somewhere?

As you wish, sister 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.

What do you think you're doing?

I need you to take this.

Promise you won't tell your

husband else he'll throttle me.

- Who will?

- He did not give a name.

I KNOW THAT YOU BETRAYED ME

The man who gave you this

note, did he say anything else?

No. He just told me to promise

you wouldn't tell your husband.

Where did you meet him? Where?

Are you all right, darling?

Who was that?

You're trembling!

Just... Just a boy spying

on the celebrations.

It reminded me of when

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