Wuthering Heights Page #4

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Catherine Linton,

Cathy and Edgar's daughter,

grown up

within the confines

of the Grange,

sheltered by her father...

Catherine!

and never knew the nearness

of the wild inhabitants

of the Heights...

untiI today.

Now...

who is this?

- Can you tell?

- Your son?

Yes, but don't you recognize

your cousin...

Linton?

Linton.

I thought you lived

in London.

Father sent for me

when Mother died.

Well, have you nothing to show

your cousin?

Take her outside.

I do not think

my father likes you,

Uncle.

I imagine he thought me

unworthy

to marry his sister.

What does that

inscription mean?

Some damnable writing.

I can't read it.

I can read it.

I want to know why

it's there.

Can you believe

in the existence

of such a colossaI dunce?

Can't even read his own name.

Is that your name-

Hareton Earnshaw?

My mother's name was Earnshaw.

Didn't you know?

Hareton is also your cousin.

How do you do?

Father.

Guess who I saw today

on my walk in the moors?

Ellen has already

told me, Catherine.

Why do you forbid me

to visit Wuthering Heights?

Is it...

is it because

you dislike Mr. Heathcliff?

No...

not because I dislike

Mr. Heathcliff,

but because Mr. Heathcliff

dislikes me.

He was quite pleasant,

Father.

Sit down.

I have no male heir, Catherine.

I'm certain that Heathcliff

seeks by some means

to dispossess you

of your inheritance...

and in that way,

to revenge himself on me.

He's a diabolicaI man,

Catherine.

He will stop at nothing

to bring down those he hates.

She might have

been living yet...

had it not been for him.

Dearest Catherine...

why have you not

come back to me?

Every day... I wait for you.

My one waking thought

has been of you.

Perhaps Uncle Edgar

has forbidden you

to visit Wuthering Heights.

You must find a way

of seeing me again.

My life didn't begin

untiI I saw your face.

Why have you not...

come back to me...

Catherine?

I have waited so long.

Now...

sign it...

"Linton. "

Are you sick?

No, I'm feeling better.

I'm just tired.

Oh.

Well, cousin,

I'm here at your command.

Uh, you look well,

Miss Linton.

Miss Linton?

Miss Linton.

My father is gravely ill

after fighting

to come here because

you begged me to.

What is it you want of me?

My house isn't

stricken with the plague.

Sit down and have some tea.

Miss, um,

Linton... I...

I give you what I have.

The present is hardly worth

accepting, but

I have nothing else

to offer.

It is my son.

Linton.

What are you saying?

Father wants us to be married.

He knows Uncle Edgar

won't allow it

while he lives,

but he's afraid

of my dying if we wait.

So we are to be married tonight

and then Father will be

master of the Grange.

I'm not afraid of you.

Give me that key.

Help me!

No one knows

you're here, Catherine.

I swear, you will not

leave this house

untiI I am your father.

The only father you'll

have in a day or two.

Oh, you're

not afraid of me, hmm?

Your courage is well disguised.

I am afraid now,

because if I stay, my

father will be miserable.

Let me go home.

His happiest days were over

when your days began.

He cursed you,

as I did, for coming

into this world.

Weep away.

It'll be your

chief diversion hereafter.

Mr. Heathcliff,

you're a crueI man,

but you're not a fiend.

If my father died

before I returned,

could I bear to live?

I'm going to kneeI here,

at your feet,

and I'll not get up

till you look back at me.

Don't turn away.

Look.

Have you never loved

anybody in all your life,

Uncle- Never?

Keep your fingers off.

Move or I'll kick you.

How the deviI can you

dream of fawning on me?

I detest you.

Ellen!

Uh-uh-uh, "I require

"and charge you both,

"as you will answer at the

dreadfuI day of judgment,

"when the secrets of all

hearts should be disclosed,

"that if either of you

know any impediment

"why ye may not be lawfully

joined together in matrimony

"ye do now confess it.

"For be ye well assured,

"that so many as

are coupled together

"otherwise than

God's Word doth allow,

"are not joined

together by God.

Neither is their

matrimony lawfuI."

I've been waiting

for you to come.

Is it true you've married?

I have.

You happy?

Yes.

Your fortune belongs

to Heathcliff now.

Tell me you're safe.

That Linton will protect you.

He will protect me.

So be it.

I'm going to her now.

Father...

No.

What was she like?

What was who like?

My mother.

She was a wild,

wicked slip of a girI.

She burned too bright

for this world.

Am I like her?

I see her mostly in Hareton.

I've come to fetch you home

to Wuthering Heights.

I've found a new tenant

for this house,

and I want my children about me.

Go make yourself ready.

I haven't been in this room

since the night I returned.

I've made the sexton remove

the earth from her coffin.

Aren't you ashamed

to disturb the dead?

I disturb nobody.

I gave myself some ease...

when I saw her face again.

It is her as yet.

Your son is dead.

How do you feeI?

How do you feeI, Catherine?

I feeI and see only death.

Come to the fire-

you must be frozen.

Get away from me.

How dare you touch me...

when I would've given

my life for one kind word

when I was imprisoned.

You kept off.

Do you think

I'm going to accept friendship

from you now?

I've only come into this room

'cause I'm cold.

What is it?

My son's will.

He left the Grange and all

your personaI property to me.

Look where he signed it...

"Linton. "

It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters now.

There we are.

There we are. Shh...

Shh.

He's just like a

cart horse, isn't he.

He does his work,

gets his food,

and sleeps.

Do you ever

dream, Hareton?

I find out that I'm glad...

that I should like you to be

my cousin.

Hareton.

Hareton?

Do you hear?

Go to the deviI and let me be.

No, I won't.

You must

listen to me.

I'll go to hell body and souI

before I look sideways at you

again.

You should be friends

with your cousin.

Friend?

When she hates me?

Thinks me not fit

to wipe her shoes.

It's not I who hates you;

it's you

who hates me.

You hate me

as much

as Mr. Heathcliff does.

And more.

You're a damn liar!

Why have I made him

angry then

by taking your part

a hundred times?

I didn't know you took my part.

Mrs. Dean?

Mm-hmm?

Please

convey this gift

to Mr. Hareton Earnshaw,

and tell him, if he'll take it,

I'll come and teach him

to read it.

And if he refuses,

I'll go upstairs

and never tease him again.

So, you forgive me?

You'll be ashamed of me

every day of your life,

and the more...

the more you know me.

So you won't be my friend?

Mr. Heathcliff...

I want to make a small garden.

They'll be no gardens here.

You shouldn't grouch a few yards

of earth

when you've taken all my land.

Your land, you insolent slut?!

- You never had any!

- And my money.

That's enough.

And Hareton's land,

- and his money.

- You must not speak to him so.

If you strike me,

Hareton will defend me,

so you may as well sit down.

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