Wuthering Heights Page #3

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I wouldn't for you

for a kingdom then.

He's an unreclaimed creature.

He's a fierce, pitiless,

wolfish man.

It's not true!

Heathcliff has

an honorable souI.

You think I speak from

wicked selfishness?

I'm certain you do.

Good.

Try for yourself.

I'm done.

Heathcliff.

We've been quarreling

like cats about you.

Catherine, don't.

Let me go.

My poor sister-in-law

is breaking her heart

by mere contemplation

of your physicaI

and moraI beauty.

And she's sulked since

yesterday's walk

when I sent her out

of your company.

Well, she wished to be out of

my company now, at any rate.

There's a tigress.

Mm.

She's her brother's heir,

isn't she?

I believe Cathy

has been painting

a black picture of me.

You mustn't imagine for

a moment that she lies.

I'm a villain.

I'm only after

your fortune.

Devious.

Who?

Your worthless friend.

What are you doing?

What's it to you?

I'm not your husband.

You've treated me infernally.

Infernally...

And if you imagine

I'll suffer unrevenged,

you're a fooI.

I've treated you

infernally?

At least allow me

to amuse myself a little

in the same style.

Have you been listening, Edgar?

You, sir, leave my house

immediately.

If you delay, I

will put you out.

Cathy, this lamb of yours

threatens like a bull.

Ellen, fetch the men.

"Fair" means you haven't

the courage to attack him.

Apologize, or allow yourself

to be beaten.

Cathy, give me the key.

I said give me the key.

I wish you joy of the

milk-blooded coward, Cathy.

A compliment to you

on your taste.

I've seen her like this

before, sir.

She's making herself

ill just to spite us.

It could be dangerous

with the baby due.

Please, sir,

couldn't you go

and talk to her?

Yes.

You're right, Ellen.

It was you that brought her

back before, sir,

when Heathcliff ran.

I don't ever want to hear

that man's name mentioned

in this house.

Good night, Ellen.

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff.

Cathy?

Nelly.

Nelly?

Nelly...

I'm afraid of being alone.

No, you're not alone.

Nelly's here now.

Shh. Cathy? Cathy?

Let me feeI the wind.

It come... it comes

straight down off the moor.

No, Cathy.

No...

I wish I were a girI again.

Laughing at injuries,

not maddening under them.

Why am I so changed?

Look.

It's my room.

The candle in the window.

You can't see the house

from here, Cathy.

Joseph's waiting

till I come home.

He'll wait awhile yet.

It's a rough journey

and a sad heart to traveI it.

And we must pass through

Gimmerton Church

to go that journey.

We've braved its ghosts

often together.

We've dared each other

to stand among the graves

and call on them to come.

Heathcliff, if I dare now,

will you venture?

He's considering.

He'd rather I came to him.

You are slow.

You'll always follow me.

Heathcliff...

Cathy?

Push! Push!

Good girI.

Come on, come on.

That's it. Come on.

Push down. Harder.

Looks good.

Harder, harder.

Come on, Cathy.

Good.

That's a good girI.

Good girI.

Mrs. Dean wishes

to see you.

How's Cathy?

Mrs. Linton has had

a little girI.

So...

the Linton estate...

belongs to

my wife.

You seem to forget

my brother is still alive.

I've not forgotten

for an instant.

This young lady

is looking sadly the worse

for a change in circumstance.

Somebody's love falls far short

in her case, obviously.

Her own.

She hates herself.

As you see,

she degenerates

into a mere slut.

It was a marvelous effort

on her part

to discover that I did not

love her.

But at last, I think

she begins to know me.

Tell your Master Nelly

that I never in all my life

met with such an

abject thing as she.

She even disgraces

the name of Linton.

Take care, Ellen.

He wishes to provoke Edgar

to desperation.

I'll die first.

The single pleasure

I can imagine is to die...

or see him dead.

There.

That will do for the moment.

What will they name her?

Cathy's daughter?

Catherine.

Catherine Linton.

Hareton?

I remember when this house

was full of the sound

of laughter, Mr. Hindley.

Now there's nothing

but bitterness and hatred.

Stay where you are.

You're not going yet.

Sit down!

Ellen...

I must see her.

Try and understand.

Cathy's very ill.

Another encounter

between you and Mr. Edgar

would probably kill her.

I must see her, Nelly.

Cathy.

How can I bear it?

You and Edgar have broken

my heart.

And now...

you come to me

as if you were the

one to be pitied.

I shall not pity you.

- You've killed me.

- No...

Will you forget me?

Will you be happy

when I'm in the earth?

Are you possessed

with the deviI

to talk in that manner to me

when you're dying?

Can't you see

that all those words

will be branded in my memory

and eating deeper

eternally while you

are at peace?

I shall not be at peace.

I don't mean to torture you.

Please, Heathcliff...

do come to me.

Please.

Why did you betray

your own heart, Cathy?

You loved me...

and what right had

you to leave me?

The poor fancy you

felt for Linton?

Nothing that God or Satan

could inflict

would have parted us.

You, of your own will, did it.

I've not broken

your heart, Cathy.

You have broken it,

and in breaking it,

you've broken mine.

If I've done wrong,

I'm dying for it.

You left me, too...

but I forgive you.

Forgive me.

It's hard.

It's so hard...

to forgive.

I look... at those eyes...

Yes...

I forgive what

you've done to me.

I love my murderer,

but yours-

How can I?

How can I?

She's dead.

I've not waited for you

to learn that.

Put your handkerchief away.

Don't sniveI before me.

Damn you all.

She wants none of your tears.

She lies at peace now,

Heathcliff.

May she wake as kindly

in the next world.

May she wake in torment.

I pray one prayer.

I repeat it

till my tongue stiffens.

Catherine Earnshaw,

may you not rest

as long as I am living.

Heathcliff, don't!

You said I killed you.

Haunt me, then.

I know that ghosts

have wandered the earth.

Be with me always,

take any form,

drive me mad...

only do not leave me

in this abyss

where I cannot find you.

Oh...

God...

I cannot live without my life.

I cannot live without my souI.

...to raise us

from the death of sin

unto the life

of righteousness,

that when we shall depart

this life,

we may rest in Him,

as our hope is this,

our brother doth,

and that, at the generaI

resurrection in the last day,

he may be found acceptable

in Thy sight,

and receive that blessing,

as Thy well-beloved son...

Before the spring was out,

Cathy's brother Hindley

followed her to the grave.

He drank himself into oblivion,

leaving Hareton,

his son and heir,

to try to wake some love in

Heathcliff's embittered heart.

- Amen.

- Amen.

- Amen.

Now, my bonnie lad,

you're mine.

Let's see if one tree

won't grow as crooked as another

with the same wind

to twist it.

So Heathcliff claimed

the last surviving Earnshaw.

As the father had used him,

so he would use the son.

I was looking for birds' nests.

18 years have passed.

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