Wuthering Heights (1992) - full transcript

Heathcliff is Cathy Earnshaw's foster brother; more than that, he is her other half. When forces within and without tear them apart, Heathcliff wreaks vengeance on those he holds responsible, even into a second generation.

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?


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.

Well, I'll sleep in the chair.

That'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. Let me in.

Who the devil put you in there?

The devil is right.


Her face.

She looked like…

You should not
have gone in there.

Rockwood 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!


All right, don't rush me.


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 Liverpool.

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?

He's part of our family now.

That's your brother… Hindley,

and this…
is your new sister…


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.

O, merciful 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. Paul…

Throughout this we beseech
the merciful Father

through Jesus Christ,


Your quarters are in
the stables from now on.


Morning, Cathy.


"And cried with a loud voice

"in the Jews' language, 'Hear ye
the words of the great king.

"'Harken 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…'"

"'Until I come
and take you away…"

"'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.




Feels like tree bark.

Silver birch.

Silver birch?

Mm. But it's warmer.

My turn.

Shame on you.

Think of your souls!

Master Hindley!

What are you thinking about?

I was thinking about the sea.

Have you ever seen the sea?

No, I was too little.
I don't remember.

My life didn't begin until I…

Who sent you?


Was it a 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?


Talk to the wind?


I'd like to send your spirit
into that tree.




Make it talk to us.

Talk to me.


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.

Uh, Fitz.
Yes, sir.

You had better send
for Dr. Kenneth.

Bring her through.

Leave her be!
Leave her!

Come back here!

I think it must be
Earnshaw's gypsy.

Throw him out.



Look at the state of her.

Poor girl.

I will speak to Hindley
Earnshaw about this.

She's his own sister.

Perhaps she should
stay here for awhile.

How is she?

Better, I think.

I reckon the Lintons
will be sorry to lose her.

When is she coming home?

Did she ask about me?

He'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.


Welcome home, Miss Cathy.

Oh, Nelly, what do you
think of her?

She's quite the lady now.

Where's 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.

Yes, I'll have some.

Get that gypsy out of here!

Stop it!

You're not 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 nest

at Peniston Crag
when you were away.

I waited every day
for 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.


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 bear them.

Don't you trust me?

Don't you know
I'll always come back?

Don't you know that?


In giving birth to 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.



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 devil.

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?


Edgar and Isabella Linton said

they might come this afternoon.


The crosses,

half of the days
you've spent with the Lintons.

Dots are for the days
you've spent with me.

You see?

I've marked every day.


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?

It 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 not company at all

when people know nothing
and say nothing.

Come in.


Oh, Cathy.

Thought you were Frances.

Nelly, will you keep
a secret for me?

Is it worth keeping?

Today, Edgar Linton asked me…

to marry him.


How should I answer?

Well, really, Miss Cathy,
how should I know?

I accepted him.


Do you love Mr. Edgar?

Um, of course I do.

Of course.

I can't help it.

Why do you love him, Cathy?

Oh, because he's handsome

and pleasant to be with.


Because, um… he's young

and cheerful.

Bad, still.

And because he'll be rich.

And I shall be the greatest
woman of the neighborhood.


Is that what you really want?

Marry Mr. Edgar then.

Where's your obstacle?

In here.

In my soul 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'll never know
how 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.

But I love Heathcliff.

It's like…

It's like the…

eternal rocks beneath.

A… A source of literal,
visible delight…


Nelly, I am Heathcliff.



It's Joseph, and Heathcliff
might be with him.

In fact, I'm not sure
he wasn't here earlier.

Yon gypsy gets worse and worse.

He's left the gate open

and took off across the moors.


Go and look for him.
Call him back.

Now, go after him.

Do you think he heard?

I think he heard something.


What did I say?

I think he heard up until
the bit where you said

it would degrade you
to marry him.




Please, come in, Miss Cathy.

Oh, my God, I lost him.

I lost him!



I cannot live
without my life.

I cannot live without my soul.

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.


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.

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.


Perhaps you came
into your inheritance.


You look very fit.

Perhaps you've been
soldiering and seen

some service aboard.


She'll 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.

I cannot.

Let me kiss you goodbye.

You won't drive me away
again, Cathy.

I don't want to.

But let us kiss goodbye
as Cathy and Heathcliff

from long ago.

And kiss goodbye 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 soul.

You think I speak
from wicked selfishness?

I'm certain you do.

Try for yourself.

I'm done.


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 physical
and moral beauty.

And she's sulked
since yesterday's walk

when I sent her
out of your company.

Well, she wishes to be out of
my company now, at any rate.

There's a tigress.


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.



Your worthless friend.

What are you doing?

What's it to you?
I'm not your husband.

You've treated me infernally.

And if you imagine

I'll suffer unrevenged,
you're a fool.

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

If you delay,
I will put you out.

Cathy, this lamb of yours
threatens like a bull.

Fetch the men.

Fair means.

If you haven't the courage
to attack him,


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.

Compliment 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?


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.







I'm afraid of being alone.

No, you're not alone.

Nelly's here now.

Shh. Cathy? Cathy?

Let me feel the wind.

It come… it comes
straight down off the moor.

No, Cathy.


I wish I were a girl again.

Laughing at injuries,
not maddening under them.

I must have changed.


It's my room.

The candle in the window.

You can't see the Heights
from here, Cathy.

Joseph's waiting
till I come home.

He'll wait a while yet.

It's a rough journey.

And it's not hard to travel it.

And we must pass
through the church

to go that journey.

We've braved it together.

We've dared each other

to stand among the graves
and call on them to come.


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.



Push! Push!

Good girl.

Come on, come on.

That's it. Come on.

- Push down. Harder.
- Looks good.

Harder, harder.
Come on, Cathy.

Good. Good girl.

Mrs. Dean
wishes to see you.

How's Cathy?

Mrs. Linton
has had a little girl.


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.


That will do for the moment.

What will they name her?

Cathy's daughter?


Catherine Linton.

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!


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.


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.

Will you forget me?

Will you be happy
when I'm in the earth?

Are you possessed with the devil

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
of the 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…


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 snivel before me.

Damn you all.

She wants none of your tears.

She lies at peace now,

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.


I cannot live without my life.

I cannot life without my soul.

…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 general
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.

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' nest.

18 years have passed.

Catherine Linton,

Cathy and Edgar's daughter,
grown up

within the confines
of the Grange,

sheltered by her father…


And never knew the nearness

of the wild inhabitants
of the Heights…

until today.


who is this?

Can you tell?

Your son?

Yes, but don't you
recognize your cousin…



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 colossal dunce?

Can't even read his own name.

Is that your name?

My mother's name was Earnshaw.

Didn't you know?
Hareton is also your cousin.

How do you do?


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 because
you dislike Mr. Heathcliff?


not because I dislike
Mr. Heathcliff,

but because Mr. Heathcliff
dislikes me.

But 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 diabolical man,

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

until I saw your face.

Why have you not

come back to me?


I have waited so long.


sign it…


Are you sick?

No, I'm feeling better.
I'm just tired.


Well, cousin,
I'm here at your command.

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 Linton,


I give you what I have.

The present is hardly
worth accepting,

but I have nothing else
to offer.

It is my son.


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

until I am your father.

The only father you'll have
in a day or two.

Oh, you're not afraid of me.

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 cruel man,

but you're not a fiend.

If my father died
before I returned,

could I bear to live?

I'm going to kneel here,
at your feet,

and I'll not get up,

till you look back at me.

Don't turn away.

Have you never loved
anybody in all your life?


Keep your fingers off.

Move or I'll kick you.

How the devil can you dream
of fawning on me?

I detest you.


"I require and charge you both,

"as you will answer at
the dreadful 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 lawful."

I've been waiting
for you to come.

Is it true you've married?

I have.

You happy?


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.



What was she like?

What was who like?

My mother.

She was a wild,
wicked slip of a girl.

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 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.

Gave myself some ease

when I saw her face again.

It is her as yet.

Your son is dead.

How do you feel?

How do you feel, Catherine?

I feel and see only death.

Come to the fire.
You must be frozen.

Get away from me.

How dare you touch me.

When I would have 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 only come to this room
because I'm cold.

What is it?

My son's will.

He left the Grange and all
your personal property to me.

Look where he signed it.


It doesn't matter.

Nothing matters now.

There we are.

There we are. 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.



Do you hear?

Go to the devil and let me be.

No, I won't.

You must listen to me.

I'll go to hell body and soul

before I look sideways
at you again.

You should be friends
with your cousin.

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?


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.

There'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 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.

It doesn't matter.

If he were the devil himself,
it wouldn't matter.

How would you feel

if I spoke badly of your father?

Heathcliff's not your father.

He's my true father.

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.

And where's the use?

Eat it while it's hot.

Oh, for God sake.

Please don't keep
staring like that.

Turn around.

Tell me, are we by ourselves?


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.

Stay there.


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 devil put you in there?

The devil 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?


To you, I've made myself
worse than the devil.

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.


May they sleep sound
in that quiet earth.

But country folk

will swear on their Bibles

that he still walks.