Wuthering Heights Page #2

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If you'd have come back,

I'd have spared them.

In the future,

you must spare them.

Don't you trust me?

Don't you know

I'll always come back?

Don't you know that?

Heathcliff.

Always.

In giving birth, Frances-

Hindley Earnshaw's wife- died.

And Hindley, whose sorrow

was of the kind

that could not weep or pray

without her life,

lost all interest in his own.

Name this child.

Hareton Earnshaw.

Hareton Earnshaw...

I baptize thee

in the name of the Father

and of the Son

and of the Holy Ghost.

Amen.

We receive this child

into the congregation

of Christ's flock,

and assign him

to the sign of the cross,

in token that, hereafter,

he shall not be ashamed

to confess the faith

of Christ crucified,

but manfully to fight

under His banner

against sin,

the world and the deviI.

Oh.

What have you got

that silly frock on for?

We're still in mourning,

Miss Cathy.

Shouldn't you be back

in the fields now, Heathcliff?

No.

Ah! Found it.

Edgar and Isabella

Linton said

they might come this afternoon.

Cathy?

The crosses are for the days

you've spent with the Lintons.

The dots are for the days

you've spent with me.

You see?

I've marked every day.

Hmm.

Very foolish.

As if I took notice.

Where's the sense in that?

To show that I do take notice.

Oh, I see.

Should I always

be sitting with you?

You might be dumb

for anything

you say to amuse me.

You never told me before

that I talk too little.

Or that you disliked

my company, Cathy.

That's no company at all,

when people know nothing

and say nothing.

It's so lovely to see you.

Come in.

Nelly.

Oh, Cathy.

I thought you were Frances,

risen from the dead.

Nelly, will you keep

a secret for me?

Oh, is it

worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton

asked me...

to marry him.

Oh... Well...

How should I answer?

Well, really, Miss Cathy,

how should I know?

I accepted him.

Cathy...

Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Um, of course I do.

Of course.

I can't help it.

Why do you love him, Cathy?

Uh, because he's handsome

and pleasant to be with.

Bad.

Because, um... he's young

and cheerfuI.

Bad, still.

And because he'll be rich.

And I shall be the greatest

woman of the neighborhood.

Cathy.

Is that what you really want?

Well, marry Mr. Edgar then.

Where's your obstacle?

Here.

In my souI and in my heart,

I'm convinced I'm wrong.

And if my brother had

not put Heathcliff

so low,

I shouldn't have thought of it.

It would degrade me

to marry Heathcliff now.

So he...

he'll never know I love him.

My great miseries in this world

have been Heathcliff's miseries.

And I watched...

and felt each...

from the beginning.

My love for Linton is like...

like foliage in the woods.

Time will change it...

as winter changes the trees.

I love Heathcliff.

He's the...

He's like the...

eternaI rocks beneath.

A... A source of literaI,

visible delight...

but necessary.

Nelly...

I am Heathcliff.

Shh.

Why?

It's Joseph,

and Heathcliff

might be with him.

In fact, I'm not sure he wasn't

here earlier.

Young deviI of a gypsy

gets worse and worse.

He's left the gate open

and took off

across the moors.

No.

Go and look for him.

Call him back.

What?

Now, go after him.

Do you think he heard?

I think he heard something.

What?

What did I say?

I think he heard up untiI

the bit where you said

it would degrade you

to marry him.

Oh...

Heathcliff!

Cathy!

Heathcliff.

Please, come in, Miss Cathy.

Oh, my God, I lost him.

- Cathy!

- I lost him!

Heathcliff...

Heathcliff!

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my souI.

The Heathcliff of her childhood

disappeared forever that night.

She could not find him.

As she recovered,

she waited for his return...

but he did not come.

And eventually,

Cathy turned away from her

old life at Wuthering Heights.

In marrying Edgar,

she found

a measure of happiness.

Two souls as different

as the moonbeam

from lightning...

or frost from fire.

But thoughts are tyrants

that return again and again

to torment us.

Joseph!

Confound you, man.

A person from Gimmerton wishes

to see you, ma'am.

What does he want?

I didn't question him.

I'll be back in a moment.

It's not one of Hindley's

creditors, is it?

No, sir.

It's someone the mistress

doesn't expect.

Heathcliff's come back.

Well, don't strangle me

for that.

I know you didn't like him,

but, for my sake,

you must be friends now.

Shall I tell him to come up?

Come on.

You bid him step up.

Catherine, try to be glad

without being absurd

in front of

the whole household.

Heathcliff

is a runaway servant.

Sit down, sir.

Mrs. Linton has asked me

to welcome you.

And, of course,

I'm delighted when anything

occurs to please her.

And I, also.

Especially if it's anything

of which I have a part.

Where have you been

these two years,

Heathcliff?

You seem to have

done very well.

Yes.

Perhaps you came into

your inheritance?

Yes.

You look very fit.

Perhaps you've been

soldiering and seen

some service abroad.

Yes.

I shall... I shall

think it a dream tomorrow.

And yet,

you don't deserve

this welcome.

To be absent and silent

for two years.

I heard of your marriage, Cathy,

not long ago.

I traveled here simply to have

one glimpse of your face.

I fought through a bitter life

since I last heard your voice.

And you must forgive my silence,

for I struggled only for you.

Where are you staying?

At Wuthering Heights.

Hindley Earnshaw

invited you to stay

at Wuthering Heights?

It is I who invited him to stay.

It appears

that Hindley mortgaged

the property to cover

his gambling debts.

I was able to assist

my old friend by

taking up his notes.

I am the owner

of Wuthering Heights now.

What do you mean?

Hindley and Hareton

are both dispossessed.

It's our old home, after all.

Where Cathy and I grew up.

I have a particular

attachment to it.

Everything's so awake now.

Do you remember how

we pictured heaven?

I remember

how you pictured it.

Mm, how did you picture it?

With you.

Whenever and wherever

you spent time with me.

Go away.

I love you.

When you went away, I removed

myself from the Heights.

I rooted myself in his life,

in the Grange.

I cannot uproot myself again.

Why not?

I cannot.

Let me kiss you good-bye.

You won't drive me away

again, Cathy.

I don't want to.

But let us kiss good-bye

as Cathy and Heathcliff

from long ago.

And kiss good-bye to that time.

All right...

we put that time to sleep.

When we meet tomorrow,

we will be as we are now.

And I shall kiss you again.

You must never kiss me again.

I love Edgar and

he's dependent on me.

If you kiss me again

I would have to leave him,

and I would not survive.

The surest way to kill me

is for you to kiss me again.

You sent me away because you

knew I wanted to be with him.

I'll not believe this idiocy.

You think you're

in love with Heathcliff?

I love him more than

you ever loved Edgar.

And he'd love me, too,

if you'd let him.

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