First I found the place.
I wondered who had lived there.
What their lives were like.
Something whispered
to my mind,
and I began to write.
My pen creates stories
of a world
that might have been-
a world of my imagining.
And here is one
I'm going to tell.
But take care...
not to smile at any part of it.
It begins with a stranger.
- Mr. Heathcliff?
- Mr. Heathcliff?
- You'll have to wait.
- You'll have to wait.
Who are you?
Lockwood.
Your new tenant
up at the Grange.
I'm surprised you'd choose
a storm to go wandering
about in, Mr. Lockwood.
Well, I, um...
I lost my way out on the moor.
Is the Grange far?
Perhaps I could get a guide
from amongst your lads.
You could not.
I'll go with him as far
as the park.
You'll go with him to hell.
Mr. Heathcliff, if I'm not
to have a guide
to take me up to the Grange,
I shall have to sleep
here tonight.
I don't keep accommodation
for strangers.
Or I'll sleep in the chair.
There's a room they don't use.
Don't leave it by the window.
Why not?
"Catherine Heathcliff. "
"Catherine Linton. "
"Catherine Earnshaw. "
Let me in.
Who the deviI
put you in there?
The deviI is right.
She's...
Her face.
She looked like...
You should not have
gone in there.
Lockwood has stumbled into
the end of a strange story...
a story that began
30 years before
when an old man returned
to Wuthering Heights...
weary after a long journey.
He's coming!
Joseph.
All right, don't rush me.
Father!
Ah, home again, Cathy.
What have you
brought me, Father?
Cathy, give Father
a chance to draw breath.
Just wait and see.
Wait and see.
Oh, my Lord.
I found him...
starving in the streets
of LiverpooI.
He's a filthy gypsy, Father.
He's a gift from God.
You're to treat him
as your new brother.
But where's my present?
Hasn't he got any family
of his own?
He's part of our
family now.
That's your brother- Hindley,
and this...
is your new sister-
Cathy.
Offer your hand as I showed you.
Earnshaw named him Heathcliff.
Cathy was drawn to the silent,
self-possessed boy.
But it was hardness,
not gentleness
that kept him silent.
Nothing here belongs to you-
not now, not ever.
From the very first,
Heathcliff was more Cathy's
brother than Hindley.
Like all wild things,
she shared with him a love
of the open moor.
The rock and the lowering skies.
Oh, mercifuI God,
Father of our Lord
Jesus Christ...
Though Heathcliff became
Mr. Earnshaw's favorite child,
his protection was limited
by the length
of the old man's life.
...shall not die eternally.
You have also taught us
by His holy apostle St. PauI...
Grant this, we beseech Thee,
O mercifuI Father,
through Jesus Christ,
Amen.
Your quarters are in
the stables from now on.
Heathcliff!
Morning, Cathy.
Morning.
"Then Rab-shakeh stood
"and cried with a loud voice
"in the Jews' language, 'Hear ye
the words of the great king.
"'Hearken not to Hezekiah,
"'for thus bade
the king of Assyria
"'make an agreement with me
by a present.
"'And come out to me and eat
thee every one of his vine
"'and every one of his fig tree
"'and drink ye everyone
the waters of his own
cistern... "'
'untiI I come and take you away
to a land like your own land,"
"'a land of corn and wine,
Hindley, don't...
a land of bread and vineyards. "'
Stop it...
"'Beware, lest Hezekiah
persuade you. "'
What, done already?
When Father was alive,
we could play on Sunday.
Why not let them be, Hindley?
You put these two down
to their scriptures.
And be sure to examine them
on it this time.
Heather...
AnimaI.
Pepper.
Pepper?
Pepper.
Feels like tree bark.
Silver birch.
Silver birch?
Mm. But it's warmer.
My turn.
Shame on you.
Think of your souls!
Master Hindley!
Master Hindley!
What are you thinking about?
I was thinking about the sea.
You ever seen the sea?
No, I was too little.
I don't remember.
My life didn't begin
untiI I...
untiI I...
Who sent you?
Nobody.
Was it a bird?
Bird.
Or a tree?
No, a bird.
Or the wind.
No, a bird.
I don't know.
Do you know anything?
Can you talk to trees?
No.
Talk to the wind?
Mm-mm.
Let's send your spirit
into that tree.
Where?
There.
There?
Make it talk to us.
Talk to me.
Listen.
Oh, listen.
They're calling your name.
How did you do that?
I can do lots of things.
What things?
Stand up.
Where are you going?
Come here.
Come back here.
Come here.
Close your eyes.
Close your eyes.
If, when you open your eyes,
the day is sunny and bright,
so shall your future be.
But if the day
is full of storms,
so shall be your life.
Now,
open your eyes.
What have you done?
I don't care.
Do you hear me?
I don't care.
Where are you going?
To have a look.
Come on!
Sheltered in a valley,
carpeted in crimson,
the Grange,
home of Edgar Linton
and Isabella, his sister.
Doesn't it make you
wish you'd been adopted
by the Lintons?
I wouldn't give up what I have
for a thousand lives
like the Lintons.
Come on.
Come on! Come on! This way!
Come! Come!
Go on! Run!
Oh, no, you don't!
Make room.
Ooh, my goodness.
It's Catherine Earnshaw, Father.
- Uh, Fitz.
- Yes, sir.
You had better send
for Dr. Kenneth.
Bring her through.
Leave her be! Leave her!
Come back here!
I think he must be
Earnshaw's gypsy.
Throw him out.
Catherine!
Cathy!
Look at the state of her.
Poor girI.
I will speak to Hindley
Earnshaw about this.
She's his own sister.
Perhaps she should
stay here for awhile.
Thank you.
How is she?
Better, I think.
I reckon the Lintons will
be sorry to lose her.
When's she coming home?
Did she ask
about me?
Remember that Mr. Hindley's
forbidden you
to speak to Miss Cathy
when she returns.
So she...
she had no message for me?
No doubt we'll all find her
very changed.
Thank you.
How are you?
Much better.
Thank you.
Thank you, Hindley.
Joseph!
Nelly.
Welcome home, Miss Cathy.
Oh, Nelly, what do you
think of her?
She's quite the lady now.
Where's Heathcliff?
Heathcliff,
you may come forward.
Wish Miss Catherine welcome
like the rest of the servants.
Well, Heathcliff,
have you forgotten me?
Shake hands.
That is permitted.
I shall not stay
to be laughed at.
I'm sorry.
I didn't mean to laugh.
Look at you.
You needn't have touched me.
A little more?
Yes, I'll have some.
Thank you...
Get that gypsy out of here!
You're not...
Stop it!
fit... for a civilized house!
The worst thing
about you is that
you never see anyone else's
obligations.
Oh, my
God.
They looked after me
for three months.
I found a lapwing's nest
at Peniston Crag
when you were away.
I waited every day
for a sight of you...
coming over the moors.
But you didn't come.
So I put a wire mesh
over the nest,
and all the little ones
died when they hatched.
Why?
Because the parent birds
couldn't get near
enough to feed them.
No. Why did you starve them?
Well, there wasn't any point
in keeping them alive
to show you.
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.
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.
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.
You dare to try and rouse him
against me!
You...
you must learn to avoid
putting me in a passion...
or I shall really murder you
sometime.
Come back and finish
your dinner.
Go home.
You've other company.
I don't know how you
can bear to leave her.
How can you defend him?
He's robbed you
of Wuthering Heights.
Your name's
above the door.
Doesn't matter.
If he were the deviI himself,
it wouldn't matter.
How would you feeI
if I spoke badly of your father?
Heathcliff's not your father.
He's my true father.
It's a poor conclusion,
is it not?
My old enemies
have not beaten me.
Now would be the precise time
to revenge myself
on their children.
I could do it.
No one could hinder me.
But where's the use?
Eat it while it's hot.
Oh, for God's sake,
please don't keep staring
like that.
Turn round.
Tell me, are we by ourselves?
Heathcliff...
you've not had a Bible
in your hand
since you were a lad.
Let me fetch the parson.
There's a strange...
change approaching.
How do you mean-
a change?
It's been a long fight.
I wish it were over.
Cathy?
Eh...
Mr. Heathcliff?
You'll have to wait.
Who are you?
I- I'm Lockwood.
Your new tenant
up at the Grange.
I'm surprised
you'd choose a storm
to go wandering about in,
Mr. Lockwood.
Who the deviI put you in there?
The deviI is right.
She said she'd been walking
the earth for 20 years.
Catherine Linton,
or Earnshaw,
or whatever she's called.
Her face.
She looked like...
Oh, you should not
have gone in there.
Will you come with me?
No.
To you, I've made myself
worse than the deviI.
Together, they are afraid
of nothing.
They would brave Satan
and all his legions.
And the price?
Three graves by a low wall
where the churchyard
meets the open moor.
A generation lost and gone.
Edgar, Cathy, Heathcliff.
May they sleep sound
in that quiet earth.
But country folk
will swear on their Bibles
that he still walks.