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Synopsis: The story of unfortunate lovers Heathcliff and Cathy who, despite a deep affection for one another, are forced by circumstance and prejudice to live their apart. Heathcliff and Cathy first meet as children when her father brings the abandoned boy to live with them. When the old man dies several years later Cathy's brother, now the master of the estate, turns Heathcliff out forcing him to live with the servants and working as a stable boy. The barrier of class comes between them and she eventually marries a rich neighbor, Mr. Edgar Linton, at which point Heathcliff disappears. He returns several years later, now a rich man but little can be done.
Genre: Drama, Romance
Director(s): William Wyler
Production: United Artists
  Won 1 Oscar. Another 5 wins & 7 nominations.
 
IMDB:
7.7
Rotten Tomatoes:
95%
APPROVED
Year:
1939
104 min
1,099 Views


Fetch me a bottle and we'll celebrate.

Master Hindley, she'll die on the moors.

- You've got to help.

- Do as I tell you!

If she's gone off with that gypsy scum,

let her run.

Let her run through storm and hell.

They're birds of a feather.

The devil can take them both.

Get me a bottle.

- Take her into the library.

- Get a fire in the east room.

And some brandy.

Turn this around to the fire.

- The brandy, Miss Isabella.

- Get some dry towels. Quickly.

- Where was she?

- The rocks on Penistone Crag...

the life almost out of her.

Twenty drops in a glass of claret,

well warmed.

Then add a lump of sugar.

There's nothing else I can tell you...

except keep her in the sun

and give her plenty of cream and butter.

In another month

you'll be feeling like new.

- Good-bye, dear.

- Good-bye, Dr. Kenneth.

She'll be going home soon, Doctor.

What's needed is peace and orderliness

in her life.

That's not to be found

at Wuthering Heights.

- Has she mentioned him at all?

- Not since the delirium passed.

Sometimes fever can heal

as well as destroy.

I made some inquiries in the village

of the people who knew him.

- What did you hear?

- No sign nor hint of Heathcliff.

- He's disappeared into thin air.

- Heaven hope.

"...days and yon pursuits."

- Hello, Edgar.

- Isabella. How's our invalid?

- Much better I think.

- Let me have a look at her.

Where have you been all day?

I've missed you.

Oh, this time of year every tenant

has something to complain about.

I've been arguing with old Swithin...

whether we'd build him a new pigsty.

Yes?

He decided we should.

I saw Hindley in the village

this afternoon.

He wanted to know

when you'll be coming home.

I wasn't very truthful. I told him

Dr. Kenneth said it would be months.

Give me that.

It's time for her medicine.

What did Dr. Kenneth say?

Twenty lumps of sugar in a glass...

No. I'll go and ask Ellen.

Yes. Go and ask Ellen.

She's such a darling.

But you've all been so nice to me.

That's all I think about,

how nice you are to me.

But still, I can't stay here forever.

Why not, Cathy...

if I can make you happy?

You have made me happy, Edgar.

You've given me so much

of your own self, your strength.

Darling, let me take care of you

forever.

Let me guard you

and love you always.

Would you love me always?

Yes.

It's so easy to love you.

Because I'm no longer wild and

blackhearted and full of gypsy ways?

- No. L...

- Of course you were right, Edgar.

What you said long ago was true.

There was a strange curse on me.

Something that kept me

from being myself.

Or at least from being

what I wanted to be...

living in heaven.

How sweet you are.

I've never kissed you.

No one will ever kiss me again but you.

No one.

I'll be your wife and be proud

of being your wife.

I'll be good to you

and love you truly, always.

White heather for good luck,

Miss Catherine.

Come along, Cathy.

What is it?

A cold wind went across

my heart just then...

a feeling of doom.

You touched me,

and it was gone.

Oh, it's nothing, darling,

I'm sure.

Oh, Edgar, I love you. I do.

Good-bye.

And I, too, felt a cold wind across

my heart as they rode away together.

And I, too, felt a cold wind across

my heart as they rode away together.

But as the years went on,

they were really in possession...

of a deep and growing happiness.

I wish you could've

seen Miss Cathy then.

She became quite the lady of the manor

and was almost overfond of Mr. Linton.

For Isabella, she showed

great affection...

and presided over Thrushcross Grange...

with quiet dignity.

It looks as though you've fallen

into a trap, Father.

Yes, it does, doesn't it?

There you are.

Checkmate.

- Thank you, Father.

- Well, I'll go and dress for dinner.

What's wrong with the dogs?

Probably a servant

coming back from the village.

I talked to Jeff Peters this afternoon

about that new wing of ours.

It doesn't look as though we'll

marry Isabella off for another decade.

It's a brother's duty to introduce

your sister to some other type...

than fops and pale young poets.

- You want a dragoon?

- Yes, I do. With a fiery mustache.

Poor Isabella. I'm afraid I got

the only prize in the county.

Thank you, darling.

For me, heaven is bounded...

by the four walls of this room.

Yes, we're all angels,

even my little petit point hero.

I'm just putting wings on him.

Speaking of wings,

I'll show you those plans.

- Miss Cathy?

- What is it?

Someone wishes to see you.

- You sound as if it were a ghost.

- It is. He's come back.

Who?

- What does he want?

- He wants to see you.

Tell him... Tell him

I'm not at home.

Not at home, Cathy?

To whom are you not at home?

It's Heathcliff.

Seems he's come back.

Well, that's news.

Where has he been?

America, he said. He's so changed

I hardly recognized him.

- For the better, I hope.

- Oh, yes. He's quite the gentlemen.

- Fine clothes, a horse.

- Go tell him I don't wish to see him.

Oh, nonsense, Cathy.

We can't be as cruel as that.

He's come a long way, and he's

a fine gentleman, so Ellen says.

Let's see how America's managed to make

a silk purse out of Master Heathcliff.

- Show him in.

- Yes, Master Edgar.

It's chilly.

Why be nervous?

The past is dead.

It's nonsense to tremble before

a little ghost who returns...

a dead leaf blowing

around your feet.

Darling...

you may smile at him without fear

of offending me.

It's my wife who smiles...

my wife who loves me.

Yes.

I was silly.

Thank you, Edgar.

Well, Heathcliff.

- Mr. Linton.

- How are you?

Hello, Cathy.

- I remember this room.

- Come in. Sit by the fire.

Have a whiskey?

No, thank you.

I've never seen such a change in a man.

I wouldn't have known you.

You seem to have prospered

since our last meeting.

Somewhat.

Ellen said you'd been

to America.

Yes.

We all wondered where you went.

Have you met my sister, Miss Linton?

What brought about

this amazing transformation?

Did you discover a gold mine

in the New World...

or inherit a fortune?

The truth is, I remembered that

my father was an emperor of China...

and my mother

was an Indian queen...

and I went out

and claimed my inheritance.

It all turned out

just as you once suspected, Cathy...

that I had been kidnapped by

wicked sailors and brought to England.

That I was of noble birth.

Are you visiting here long?

I mean, in the village?

The rest of my life.

I've just bought Wuthering Heights...

the house, the stock

and the moors.

Hindley has sold you

the estate?

He's not aware of it as yet.

I'm afraid it'll be somewhat

of a surprise when he finds...

his gambling debts and liquor bills

paid off by his former stable boy.

Perhaps he will merely laugh

at the irony of it.

I don't understand

how this could've happened...

without Mrs. Linton

hearing of it.

Modesty compelled me to play

the Good Samaritan in secret.

By heaven. This is the most underhanded

piece of work I've ever heard of.

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Charles MacArthur

Charles Gordon MacArthur (November 5, 1895 – April 21, 1956) was an American playwright, screenwriter and 1935 winner of the Academy Award for Best Story. more…

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