Wuthering Heights Page #2

Challenge him!

Charge!

I challenge you to mortal combat,

Black Knight!

Heathcliff! You've killed him!

You've killed the black knight!

He's earned it for all his wicked deeds.

Oh, it's a wonderful castle.

- Heathcliff, let's never leave it.

- Never in our lives!

Let all the world confess,

there is not a more beautiful damsel...

than the Princess Catherine

of Yorkshire.

But I'm still your slave.

No, Cathy.

I now make you my queen.

Whatever happens out there,

here you will always be my queen.

How is he, Doctor?

He is at peace.

Send for the vicar, Joseph.

My dear, wild little Cathy.

You may come up

and pray beside him now.

You're not wanted up there.

My father is past your wheedling.

Go and help the stable boys

harness the horse for the vicar.

Do as you're told.

I'm master here now.

And as the children grew up, Hindley

was indeed master of Wuthering Heights.

It was no longer the happy home

of their childhood.

- Joseph, bring me another bottle.

- That's the third, Mr. Hindley.

The third or the twenty-third,

bring me another.

Wine is a mocker.

Strong drink is raging, Master Hindley.

Stop spouting scripture and do

as you're told, you croaking old parrot.

Yes, Master Hindley.

Sit down, Cathy,

till you're excused from the table.

Joseph, fill Miss Cathy's glass.

Oh, my little sister disapproves

of drinking.

Well, I know some people who don't.

Heathcliff, saddle my horse.

Be quick about it, you gypsy beggar.

I told you to be quick.

Look at this stable. It's a pigsty.

Is this the way you do your work?

Clean it up. I want this floor

cleaned and scrubbed tonight.

Don't stand there showing your teeth.

Give me a hand up.

I want your work done

when I come back at dawn, do you hear?

Oh, you're hoping I won't come back.

You're hoping I'll fall

and break my neck, aren't you?

Aren't you?

Well, come on, Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, where are you going?

Come back!

- Did Joseph see which way you came?

- What does it matter?

Nothing's real down there.

Our life is here.

Yes, milord.

The clouds are lowering

over Gimmerton Head.

See how the light is changing?

It would be dreadful

if Hindley ever found out.

Found out what?

That you talk to me

once in a while?

I shouldn't talk to you at all.

Look at you!

You get worse every day.

Dirty and unkempt and in rags.

Why aren't you a man?

Heathcliff,

why don't you run away?

Run away? From you?

You could come back rich

and take me away.

Why aren't you my prince

like we said long ago?

- Why can't you rescue me?

- Come with me now.

- Where?

- Anywhere!

And live in haystacks and steal our food

from the marketplaces?

No. That's not what I want.

You just want to send me off.

That won't do.

I've stayed here

and been beaten like a dog.

Abused and cursed and driven mad,

but I stayed just to be near you.

Even as a dog! I'll stay till the end.

I'll live and I'll die under this rock.

Do you hear?

Music.

The Lintons are giving a party.

That's what I want.

Dancing and singing in a pretty world.

And I'm going to have it.

Come on. Let's go and see.

Come on!

Isn't it wonderful?

Isn't she beautiful?

That's the kind of dress I'll wear.

You'll have a red velvet coat

with silver buckles on your shoes.

Oh, will we ever?

Quick.

- Hold him, Skulker, Flash!

- Call off your dogs, you fools!

Stay where you are.

There's nothing to be alarmed about.

- Who is it?

- I don't know.

Please, back into the ballroom.

- Let me go!

- Hold that man.

Hold onto him!

- Who is it Edgar?

- Catherine Earnshaw, Father.

- Who's this with her?

- Their stable boy.

She's bleeding. Bring hot water,

Isabella, and bandages.

- Yes. How badly is she hurt?

- Can't tell.

Send Robert to get Dr. Kenneth

in the shay. Hurry.

- You'll pay for this!

- Hold your tongue, insolent rascal!

- Get out of this house.

- I won't go without Cathy.

Father, please, she's in pain.

Go on. Run away.

Bring me back the world.

- Pack this fellow off.

- I'm going.

I'm going from here

and from this cursed country both.

Throw him out!

But I'll be back in this house one day,

Judge Linton. I'll pay you out.

I'll bring this house down in ruins

about your heads.

That's my curse on you!

On all of you!

And so Cathy found herself

in this new world...

she had so often longed to enter.

After some happy weeks, Mr. Edgar

brought her back to Wuthering Heights.

Welcome home, Miss Cathy!

How do you do, Mr. Linton?

Don't stir!

I'll get Joseph to carry you.

Carry her?

She runs like a little goat.

Ellen, I've been dancing,

night after night!

Oh, how beautiful you look! Wherever

did you get that beautiful dress?

Mr. Linton's sister lent it to me.

Isn't it wonderful?

Edgar, do come in for tea.

As soon as the horses

have been seen to.

I'll find someone.

Is he here?

He came back last week

with great talk...

of lying in a lake of fire without you...

how he had to see you to live.

He's unbearable.

Where could he be, the scoundrel?

Why did you stay so long

in that house?

I didn't expect to find you here.

Why did you stay so long?

Why? Because I was having

a wonderful time.

A delightful, fascinating,

wonderful time...

among human beings.

Go and wash your face and hands,

and comb your hair...

so that I needn't be ashamed of you

in front of a guest.

What are you doing in this part of the

house? Look after Mr. Linton's horses.

Let him look after his own.

- I've already done so.

- Apologize to Mr. Linton at once.

Bring in some tea, please.

- Cathy.

- Yes, Edgar?

I cannot understand how your brother

can allow that gypsy in the house.

Don't talk about him.

How can you, a gentlewoman,

tolerate him under your roof?

A roadside beggar giving himself

airs of equality. How can you?

What do you know about Heathcliff?

- All I need or want to know.

- He was my friend long before you.

- That blackguard?

- Blackguard and all, he belongs here.

Speak well of him or get out!

- Are you out of your senses?

- Stop calling those I love names!

Those you love?

Cathy, what possesses you?

Do you realize the things you're saying?

I'm saying that I hate you.

I hate the look of your milk-white face.

I hate the touch of your soft,

foolish hands.

That gypsy's evil soul

has got into you.

- Yes, it's true!

- That beggar's dirt is on you!

Yes! Now get out!

My dear.

Leave me alone.

Forgive me, Heathcliff.

Make the world stop right here.

Make everything stop and stand still

and never move again.

Make the moors never change

and you and I never change.

The moors and I will never change.

- Don't you, Cathy.

- I can't.

No matter what I ever do or say,

this is me now.

Standing on this hill with you.

This is me forever.

Come.

When you went away, what did you do?

Where did you go?

I went to Liverpool.

One night I shipped for America

on a brigantine going to New Orleans.

We were held up by the tide,

and I lay all night on the deck...

thinking of you and the years

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