Wuthering Heights Page #5

If I'd only known. I knew Hindley

had financial difficulties...

but not that his property was being

stolen from him by a stranger.

I'm neither thief nor stranger.

Merely your neighbor, sir.

- Now I'll say good night.

- Wait, Heathcliff.

Edgar and I have many neighbors whom we

receive with hospitality and friendship.

If you are to be one of them,

you're welcome to visit our house...

but not with a scowl on your face

or an old bitterness in your heart.

Thank you.

It occurs to me that I have not

congratulated you on your marriage.

I've often thought of it.

Allow me to express my delight

over your happiness now.

Good night.

- I think you behaved abominably.

- What?

You, too, Cathy. I'm dreadfully

disappointed in both of you.

- What are you talking about?

- You could have been civil to him.

I conducted myself perfectly,

and so did Cathy.

- You dismissed him like a servant.

- And you thought him otherwise?

- I thought him distinguished.

- I hope I misunderstood you.

It's impossible my sister

could think of Heathcliff...

as anything but a surly,

dressed-up beggar, a lout and a boor.

I shall make sure

that you never see him again.

Now go to dinner.

Joseph.

Yes, Master Hindley?

- Where's the key?

- Is it in the door?

No, and I want it. He's left, and it's

our chance. I'll lock him out this time.

If he tries to get in,

I'll kill him.

Find that key,

and bring me a bottle of wine.

- You've had a bad night.

- A bad night, you call it?

How can I stay sober

with that vulture's beak inside me?

He stabbed me in the dark.

He robbed me of my home and gold.

- Where's the wine?

- Dr. Kenneth has forbid it.

- Blast Dr. Kenneth!

- Get him what he wants.

Dr. Kenneth has forbid it.

What difference to the world

whether he's drunk or sober?

Or to Dr. Kenneth?

Do as I tell you.

Get out.

It's too early in the morning

to look on the devil.

Your ingratitude

makes me almost sad.

All I have done to you

is to enable you to be yourself.

My money has helped you drink and gamble

and enjoy the world as you wished.

Now that you're without a home

I remember that you gave me...

a place to sleep

when you might've turned me out.

I allow you to remain...

and even provide you

with solace...

against the doctor's orders.

I'll have Wuthering Heights back.

I'll be master here, and I'll turn you

out as I should have done years ago.

We're just in time, Joseph.

Mr. Hindley is beginning

to whine and stutter.

He needs fire in his veins...

a little courage with which to face

his unhappy life.

I'll have my gold, and I'll have

your blood, and hell can have your soul!

Laugh now, Heathcliff.

There's no laughter in hell.

All you have to do is to shoot.

They'll thank me for it.

The world will say I did right

ridding it of a rotten gypsy beggar!

Yes! They'll say that.

Shoot, and you'll

be master here again.

The whole county will resound

with your courage.

Go on, shoot,

you puling chicken of a man...

with not enough blood in you

to keep your hand steady!

You remember that time

you hit me with a rock?

The times you shamed and flogged me

as your stable boy?

You were a coward then,

and you're a coward now.

Take him out.

Find someplace for him to sleep.

Aye. I'll put him to bed.

Not in the master's room.

I'm master here now.

- His pistol.

- Aye. I'll hide it.

A gentleman must not be deprived

of his weapons.

I prefer that he have it by him always

as a reminder of his cowardice.

- Master Heathcliff.

- What is it?

- A lady to see you.

- A lady? From where?

The Grange, sir.

The Grange?

Why didn't you tell me?

Out of my way.

I hope I'm not disturbing you.

Not at all.

I was riding behind the Heights

on the moors, and my horse went lame.

- And you brought him here.

- Yes.

That was very wise.

Shall we look at the animal?

That isn't necessary.

I've put him in the stables.

He's being taken care of.

I see.

Won't you come in?

Get on with your work.

I was furious with my brother,

and Cathy too. I told them so.

I thought they acted

most shamefully.

Let me give you a chair.

Your brother didn't send you

with these apologies?

Oh, no. He's forbidden me to...

To speak to me?

Yes.

And Mrs. Linton?

She's also very angry with you.

So in all the county

you are my only friend.

I would like to be.

Well, let us celebrate our new

friendship by a gallop over the moors.

Oh, but my horse is lame.

My dear, your horse is not lame,

and it never was.

You came to see me because

you are Ionely...

because it is Ionely

sitting like an outsider...

in so happy a house

as your brother's...

Ionely riding on the moors

with no one at your side.

You won't be Ionely anymore.

Good evening, sir.

Good evening, Ellen.

I was afraid you wouldn't come. Tonight

would've been ruined if you hadn't.

Good heavens.

Is that Heathcliff?

Yes, it is.

I can't believe it.

Cathy having him here...

Not Cathy. It's my sister.

It's just a young girl's fancy,

but one must not inflame it...

with too much opposition, but let it

spend itself harmlessly in a few dances.

Madam Eilers is going to play

the harpsichord. Come and sit down.

I shall let you hold my hand

underneath my fan.

Thank you very much.

Oh, it's a waltz.

Heathcliff, will you?

You see, we can hold each other,

and no one can object...

because that's the way

it's danced.

That's the way gypsies dance.

I'm surprised to see such abandoned ways

creep into so fine a house.

Father used to say it'd undermine

the whole of society...

and turn us into profligates.

- May I have the pleasure?

- Thank you, but I don't think I can.

Nonsense. Let me see you waltz.

- Will you watch me?

- Of course.

I'm ready.

You're not dancing this dance.

Thank you. I'm nearly exhausted.

Will the moonlight

and a breath of air refresh you?

Always.

Excuse me, please.

Are you enjoying yourself,

Heathcliff?

I've had the pleasure

of watching you.

You're very grand, Heathcliff.

So handsome.

Looking at you tonight I could not help

but remember how things used to be.

They used to be better.

Don't pretend life hasn't improved

for you.

Life has ended for me.

How can you stand here beside me

and pretend not to remember?

Not to know that my heart is breaking

for you?

That your face is the wonderful light

burning in all this darkness?

Heathcliff, no.

I forbid it.

You forbid what your heart says?

- It's saying nothing.

- I can hear it louder than the music.

Oh, Cathy.

I'm not the Cathy that was.

Can't you understand?

I'm somebody else. I'm another man's

wife, and he loves me. And I love him.

If he loved you with

all his soul for a lifetime...

he couldn't love you as much

as I do in a single day.

Not he. Not the world.

Not even you, Cathy,

can come between us.

You must go away. You must leave

this house and never come back.

I never want to see your face again

as long as I live.

You lie.

Why do you think I'm here tonight?

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