Wuthering Heights Page #3

and years ahead without you.

I jumped overboard

and swam ashore.

I think I'd have died if you hadn't.

You're not thinking

of that other world now.

Smell the heather.

Fill my arms with heather.

All they can hold.

Come on.

You're still my queen!

And as time went by...

Cathy again was torn between her wild,

uncontrollable passion for Heathcliff...

and the new life

she had found at the Grange...

that she could not forget.

I got the soap in my eyes!

Where's the towel?

- Oh, it's hot!

- No, it's just...

- It's hot!

- Don't do that!

Ellen, haven't you finished yet?

Supposing you're not ready

when he gets here. Keep still.

Any young man that will come sniveling

back after the way you treated him...

you can keep waiting forever.

What's wrong with him, sending you

perfume? Hasn't he any pride?

I sent my apologies, didn't I?

I can't believe this change in you,

Miss Cathy.

Yesterday you were a harum-scarum child

with dirty hands and a willful heart.

Look at you.

Oh, you're lovely, Miss Cathy.

Lovely.

That's a very silly lie.

I'm not lovely.

What I am is very brilliant.

- I have a wonderful brain.

- Indeed?

It enables me to be superior

to myself.

There's nothing to be gained

by just looking pretty like Isabella.

Every beauty mark must conceal a thought

and every curl be full of humor...

as well as brilliantine.

As well as brilliantine.

Such prattle. We...

Since when are you in the habit

of entering my room, Heathcliff?

I want to talk to you.

Go outside, Ellen.

I will not! I take orders from

Mistress Catherine, not stable boys.

Go outside.

All right, Ellen.

Now that we're so happily alone, may I

know to what I owe this great honor?

- He's coming here again.

- You're utterly unbearable.

You didn't think so this morning

on the moors.

- Well, my moods change indoors.

- Is he coming here?

- Of course not. Please go away.

- You're lying!

Why are you dressed up

in a silk dress?

Because gentlefolk dress for dinner.

Not you. Why are you trying to win

his puling flatteries?

I'm not a child.

You can't talk like that to me.

I'm not talking to a child.

I'm talking to my Cathy.

- Oh, I'm your Cathy?

- Yes!

I'm to take your orders

and allow you to select my dresses?

You're not gonna simper in front of him,

listening to his silly talk!

I'm not?

Well, I am. It's more entertaining

that listening to a stable boy.

- Don't you talk like that.

- I will. Go away.

This is my room, a lady's room, not

a room for servants with dirty hands.

Let me alone!

Yes.

Tell the dirty stable boy

to let go of you.

He soils your pretty dress.

But who soils your heart?

Not Heathcliff!

Who turns you into a vain, cheap,

worldly fool? Linton does!

You'll never love him, but you'll let

yourself be loved to please your vanity.

Loved by that milksop

with buckles on his shoes!

Stop it and get out!

You had your chance

to be something else.

But thief or servant were all you were

born to be, or beggar beside a road.

Not earning favors, but whimpering

for them with your dirty hands!

That's all I've become to you:

A pair of dirty hands.

Well, have them then!

Have them where they belong!

It doesn't help to strike you.

Good evening, Ellen.

I hope I'm not too early.

- Miss Cathy will be down in a minute.

- Thanks.

If you'll go into the parlor,

I'll tell Miss Cathy you're here.

Half past eight.

Unholy hour.

Doesn't he know, young fool,

when it's time to go home?

That's Mr. Edgar now.

Go and fetch his horse.

- Take these apples into the larder.

- Yea, Lord.

Spare the righteous

and smite the ungodly.

Stop your pratter.

- Good night, Joseph.

- Good night, sir.

Has he gone?

Your hands! What have you done?

Linton. Is he gone?

What have you done to your hands?

What have you been doing?

I want to crawl to her feet,

whimper to be forgiven...

for loving me, for needing her

more than my own life...

for belonging to her

more than my own soul.

Don't let her see me.

I wondered whether you were still up.

I have some news!

The kitchen is no place for that.

Come into the parlor.

Come here.

Sit down. Listen!

Can you keep a secret?

Edgar's asked me to marry him.

- What did you tell him?

- That I'd give him my answer tomorrow.

Do you love him, Miss Cathy?

- Yes! Of course.

- Why?

Why? That's a silly question,

isn't it?

No, not so silly.

Why do you love him?

He's handsome and pleasant to be with.

- That's not enough.

- Because he'll be rich someday.

I'll be the finest lady in the county.

Now tell me how you love him.

I love the ground under his feet,

the air above his head...

and everything he touches.

What about Heathcliff?

Oh, Heathcliff.

He gets worse every day.

It would degrade me to marry him.

I wish he hadn't come back.

It would be heaven to escape

from this disorderly, comfortless place.

Well, if Master Edgar and his charms

and money...

Well, if Master Edgar and his charms

and money...

and parties mean heaven to you...

what's to keep you from taking

your place among the Linton angels?

I don't think I belong in heaven.

I dreamt once I was there.

I dreamt I went to heaven,

and it didn't seem to be my home.

I broke my heart with weeping

to come back to earth.

The angels were so angry, they flung me

out in the middle of the heath...

on top of Wuthering Heights.

I woke up sobbing with joy.

That's it, Ellen!

I have no more business marrying Edgar

than I have of being in heaven.

But Ellen, what can I do?

You're thinking of Heathcliff.

Who else?

He's sunk so low. He seems

to take pleasure in being brutal.

And yet...

he's more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls are made of,

his and mine are the same.

Linton's is as different

as frost from fire.

My one thought in living is Heathcliff.

I am Heathcliff.

Everything he's suffered,

I've suffered.

The little happiness he's ever known,

I've had too.

If everything died

and Heathcliff remained...

life would still be full for me.

Hey, Heathcliff!

Where's thee going?

Heathcliff!

Come back!

He must have been listening.

- Listening to us?

- Yes.

Where?

How much did he hear?

I'm not sure, but I think...

to where you said it would degrade you

to marry him.

There's no use in calling.

He's run away on master's best horse.

Come out of this storm!

You'll catch your death of cold!

- He won't come back!

- Last time he did!

This time he won't.

I know him.

- Which way did he go, Joseph?

- Yonder. Right on west moor.

- Come in! You must come in.

- The fool.

He should have known

I love him. I love him!

Heathcliff, come back!

- Thank heaven you've come home!

- I told Joseph to stay awake!

- Do I unsaddle my own horse?

- You've got to go out again!

Miss Cathy's gone! They're looking

for her... Joseph, everybody!

- Gone where?

- Out in the storm, hours ago.

Heathcliff ran away. He took a horse,

and she went running after him.

- Oh, she did?

- Yes.

Don't stand there with your mouth open.

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