Studio One (1948–1958): Season 3, Episode 10 - Wuthering Heights - full transcript
Mistreated foundling Heathcliff and his stepsister Catherine fall in love, but when she marries a wealthy man, he becomes obsessed with getting revenge, even well into the next generation.
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[Wind howling]
I must ask your indulgence.
The snow is falling so hard,
I... I doubt I should reach
the village by nightfall.
Could you... Could you, I
wonder, put me up for the night?
There's no room here
at Wuthering Heights.
Oh, Mr. Hindley.
He's better off in a
snowbank than here.
I... I could sleep on
a chair by the fire.
No, that is not necessary.
There is still Cathy's...
No!
If Heathcliff comes back
and finds anyone here,
he'll spare none of us.
The master of this house
is out in this weather?
Ah, the north wind embraces
him where it is death to others.
The snow caresses him,
and the hail and the sleet
are his beloved friends.
Welcome, stranger.
Welcome to Wuthering Heights.
If you would care to stay in
this haven of damned souls,
we can but bid
you be comfortable.
Perhaps I'd better go.
It would be certain
death for you.
But come quickly
before the master returns.
[Laughs]
A guest in the charnel house.
Wait until he finds out.
He'll beat me.
He always beats me.
Just so long as he leaves me
my ration of brandy, I care not.
Here we are, sir.
Oh, it's not very comfortable,
but it's the best we can offer.
It is a roof over my
head, and I thank you.
[Sighs nervously]
[Wind howling continues]
WOMAN: No! No!
MAN: Who are you?!
What are you doing here?!
Why, I... I was on my way
to Thrushcross Grange.
- The storm...
- Don't you hear her cry out?
Don't you know this
window is never closed?!
No, I didn't know.
You'd leave my Cathy
wandering the moor?!
Come in, Cathy. Cathy, come in!
My heart's darling,
hear me this time.
Come to me once more, Cathy.
Come.
First moment I saw you.
How long ago.
You were only a child.
BOY: I'll get you!
MAN: Stop it!
Master Hindley.
Now, stop, I say.
Master Hindley!
Stop fighting now.
If your father is
not here very soon,
you must eat your
supper and go to bed.
No! I'll wait for him.
Catherine Earnshaw, you
are headstrong and spoiled.
No man will ever marry you.
Joseph's right! He's right!
No man will ever look at you.
You're horrible!
- MAN: [Shouting] Hello?
- Children, stop!
- I hear your father.
- Catherine?
Hindley? Where are you both?
Hello! Oh, hello, Joseph.
Did you bring me my sword?
Now, have you no
greeting for me, then?
Do you want only your present?
- Oh, but you promised me.
- I only want you, Father.
Yes, yes, yes.
And if I had a present,
it would be much better.
Oh, I didn't mean that.
- Master?
- Yes?
Who is this?
Oh, come in, lad. Come in.
Don't stand out
there in the cold.
HINDLEY: He's
filthy. I'll get rid of him.
MAN: Now, Hindley.
CATHERINE: Where
did he come from?
Well, it's a long story, and
I'm far too fatigued to tell it.
Well, it is enough that he
was starving and homeless
on the streets of Liverpool,
and I couldn't leave him.
He shall sleep in the stable.
Hold on. Not if you
want your presents.
Well, then you
brought them after all!
- Oh, Father!
- [Laughs]
This is your
fault! You broke it!
MAN: No, no, no, no, no!
Have you no manners, Hindley?
No, no. It's not his fault.
But where is the riding
whip you promised me?
The whip? [Laughs]
Yes, I've... Where did I put it?
I... Well, I thought I had it.
Oh, you saved it for
me! Oh, thank you.
Can't you talk?
Say, "Thank you, Cathy."
Thank you, Cathy.
I shall teach him
to speak as we do.
I hate him! I want
no other boy here!
Oh, Hindley, that's
no way to behave.
And I do. I do want him!
When his face is washed,
I think he will be quite nice.
What is his name?
His... His name?
Well, I hadn't even
thought of one.
Oh, but he's no
prince in disguise.
But it's sure true he
must have a name.
Yes.
We'll give him the name of
your little brother that died.
He'll be called Heathcliff.
Where are the young ones?
Long past time for their supper.
It's lucky you'll be to
see them this night.
The last three months,
they've gone wild completely.
Aye.
If the master were not
ailing, it might be different.
Nelly, I did not like
the look in the doctor's
eye this morning.
I cannot think what would
happen to the pack of them
if he should die.
Aha.
So you've come at
last, Master Hindley.
Aye, and I've come alone.
It would serve them right
if you let them go hungry.
Did Cathy and Heathcliff
run off and leave you again?
They did.
She's off on the moors
again with that stableboy.
Well, they will be back shortly.
It'll be dark before
they're home.
It's an hour's climb
to Peniston Crag.
And what makes you so sure
that that's where they've gone?
It's their meeting place.
They'll let no one near it.
Let them have their crag.
It will not be like this always.
It will not.
[Wind whistling]
It's getting dark.
Should we start back?
No. I never want to leave.
Down below it's ugly
with Hindley's lying
and cursing at you
and no one understanding you.
They have not seen you here,
the wind across
your face, looking...
Where are you looking?
What are you trying
to see, Heathcliff?
Even far off across the
moors, I see nothing but you.
We belong here above the moors.
And as long as we both
shall live, this will be our place.
Yes.
The sun is going down.
Oh, stay a moment longer.
The sun is going down.
We should be starting
home. Come on.
Cathy. Stay a minute longer.
Yes, 'tis little we have to
go home to tonight, isn't it?
Yes.
I can't think what it will
be like with Father gone.
Sometimes I think
we should run away,
far off beyond those hills.
Where could we go?
Oh, this is far enough.
Close to the things
we understand.
It's getting darker, Cathy.
Not the sun going
down, but in our hearts.
We know... Well, I know that...
What are you trying to say?
You're not angry
with me, are you?
How could I be
angry with you, Cathy?
We're alone now. Perhaps
forever we'll be alone.
We could be.
With him gone, things
won't be as they've been.
- You know that.
- Why? What's to change?
I'll never change. Never!
Hindley is master here now.
What difference
should that make?
Father would want
everything to go on as before.
You know that.
He gave me a name.
He's the only one who ever
treated me like a human being.
Except you, Cathy.
And you'll change, too.
- No! Never, Heathcliff.
- It's bound to come.
You'll want fine
parties and clothes
and your hair in curls
around your shoulders.
This crag won't be enough
for you always, Cathy.
The smell of heather.
The wind in your face.
[Footsteps]
I thought I'd find you two here.
Go away, Hindley. This
is our place, not yours.
No place is yours from now
on except what I choose for you.
You're my sister, and
I'm bound to look after you.
But this lout here,
he's to go back to the
stables, where he belongs.
He will never set foot
in the house again,
except I call him to do an
errand or to black my boots.
Now get back. Both of you.
How dare you, with
our father scarcely cold.
But he is cold, isn't he?
And I'm alive and master
of Wuthering Heights.
And of you.
- No!
- No, Heathcliff!
If you strike him,
you'll only suffer for it.
There are other
ways to deal with him.
If you say so, Cathy.
You'd best come
back. Both of you.
Wuthering Heights is
yours. This crag is ours.
You're not welcome.
You're welcome to the
open skies, dear sister.
As for me, I prefer
the fires of home.
You see, Cathy?
You see how it's to
be? In the end, he'll win.
He'll get you away from me.
No, I'll never leave you. Never.
Cathy, I have to believe that.
You're my excuse for being.
Nothing can part us now.
I'll find a way... a way to
keep us together forever.
You'll see.
Come, Heathcliff.
We've got to go home.
Home... is for you.
It will never be
home for me again.
Oh!
- Cathy, what is it?!
- Oh, my ankle!
- Can't you stand on it?
- No!
I'll carry you.
You cannot. It's 5
miles to the Heights.
There must be someplace closer.
The Grange. It's just
there in the valley.
No, I'll never ask a
favor of those Lintons.
They're haughty and
proud. They'd insult us.
They'll take you in. What
does it matter what they say?
No, I can... Oh!
We'll go to the Grange.
[Harpsichord music playing]
How can you go on reading,
Edgar, while I'm playing?
- I simply close my ears.
- Oh!
You're too withdrawn
from life, Edgar.
Both of us are.
Why, outside, the wind howls,
and the world is full
of strange noises.
Perhaps we need to
breathe the air outside.
But I'm comfortable
and happy here.
Aren't you?
Comfortable, yes.
And yet sometimes...
You're too romantic.
- As your brother, it's my...
- [Knock on door]
Hello. What's that?
This young lady
sprained her ankle.
If you'll take her
around to the kitchen,
the servants will
make her comfortable.
Just as I told you.
Take me home, please.
Who is it, Edgar?
It's Catherine Earnshaw
of Wuthering Heights.
She's in pain. She has to rest.
Please accept my apologies.
I didn't recognize you.
- How bad is it?
- It's very bad.
Otherwise, we wouldn't
have sought your help.
This is a bad sprain. You
must stay the night here.
We'll call for Dr. Kenneth
in the morning.
Nonsense. I... Oh!
There. You see?
It's quite hopeless.
You shall have to accept our
poor hospitality for the night.
But someone must get
back to tell your brother.
Could your stableboy...
He's not a stableboy!
He's Heathcliff.
If he wants to go, he will.
If he wants to stay, he will.
I'll go, Cathy. Someone has to.
Heathcliff, if you go,
you must promise to
return in the morning.
No, I won't come back here.
I don't belong in this house.
- Heathcliff, don't!
- Come, now.
We'll try to make
you comfortable.
Isabella, hadn't you better see
about Miss Earnshaw's room?
Of course.
The corner room,
don't you think?
Excellent.
Oh...
This room is so... so beautiful.
I'm glad you like it.
I'm afraid you're
going to see a lot of it.
- Why?
- That's a bad sprain.
It'll be some time before
you can walk again.
Oh, no!
I shall try to make
the time pass for you.
You're what we need
here at the Grange.
We've been too cut off
from things, I'm afraid.
Are you always so
kind to strangers?
We see very few strangers...
and none so lovely as you.
Lovely?
No one has ever
said that to me before.
Oh, I am glad I'm here.
It's so... so peaceful.
Ah, why so active, Nelly?
The Heights has not
shined like this in years.
I do not want Miss Cathy to
come home to a slovenly house.
It might be as well.
Were she to walk back
and find this place a hovel,
she might more easily
consider leaving it.
And so far as I'm concerned,
I'd be glad to see her gone.
Oh, for shame, Master
Hindley. Your own sister?
Ah, it is not Cathy I resent
but that lout Heathcliff.
The more she sees of Linton,
the less use she'll have for him.
They're very fond,
Master Hindley.
They were.
But rumor has it Linton has
wormed his way into her heart.
There are those that say
a match is in the making.
And why not? Linton is rich.
And Cathy is no angel.
She's just as avid for wealth
and pretty things
as any other woman.
You lie!
Take your hands off me.
Don't you dare speak
such words of her ever!
I only repeat what I've heard.
Well, it's false. She
despises Linton.
She did, but she feels quite
differently now, I assure you.
You only say that to taunt me.
Do you think she prefers
you? Take a look at yourself.
Look well.
Linton is a gentleman.
Cathy will see you
just as you are...
Dirtier, uglier than ever.
Can you imagine she would
choose you with Linton waiting?
She will take him.
She has no choice.
[Carriage approaches]
CATHERINE: Nelly?
Hindley? Nelly?
Oh, Miss Cathy, darling.
Why, I never saw
such a fine lady.
Careful, Nelly.
You'll muss my hair.
Forgive me, darling. I
wouldn't do that for the world.
Where's Heathcliff?
Don't tell me our princess
wishes to talk to the stableboy.
You be quiet, Hindley.
Heathcliff, come here.
What's the matter, Heathcliff?
How black and cross you look.
Have you forgotten me?
Shake hands with her,
man. That is permitted.
Though it may be
your last chance.
I'm not here to be laughed at.
Heathcliff, I was
not laughing at you.
You needn't have touched me.
I shall be dirtier by light.
At last, you see him as he
is... More animal than man.
Do not dare to
call him an animal.
For all you know, he may
be a prince in disguise.
My horse needs shoeing.
If you don't mind, I shall
go and tell your prince
to take care of this royal task.
[Laughs]
Edgar, I... I would not
have had you listen to this.
Edgar, I have a small
token for your sister.
Will you take it home for me?
What is it, my darling?
It's lace from my
mother's wedding gown.
Nelly, will you get it? It's
in my cupboard upstairs.
I'll fetch it down.
These last few weeks
have passed so quickly,
- I'm almost sad they're going.
- So am I.
Yet if I had stayed longer, I
should have outworn my welcome.
No, never.
Edgar, you do not know me.
I'm very difficult. My
temper is quite ungovernable.
That cannot be.
No, you must understand.
We live in different worlds.
I belong to the
wind and the moors.
I could never give them up.
Cathy, I know.
You are the wind itself,
blowing through the
empty corners of my life.
I want you. Always.
I want you as my wife.
Oh, I do not know what to say.
You're so kind and
so good. And yet...
What?
Please. I must have time.
Do not ask for my answer now.
Darling? Still beautiful.
My compliments to Isabella.
I trust we may see
each other soon.
I trust we should all
see each other soon.
But now I must start
back. It's getting late.
[Thunder rumbles]
Goodbye, Edgar.
Goodbye, Cathy. I
shall await your answer.
Your answer to what?
Oh, Nelly!
Nelly, he's asked
me to marry him!
I must give him an answer.
- What shall it be?
- Do you love him?
Of course I do.
Who could help it?
- Why?
- Well, he's handsome and young.
Bad.
Well, he's cheerful
and pleasant to be with.
Oh, worse.
He's rich.
Worst of all.
Now, Cathy, darling.
Tell me how you love him.
Well, I love him because
he will make me happy
and because I will
make him happy.
Then where is the obstacle?
In my heart and in my
soul, I know it is wrong.
Why, Cathy? Why?
It would be heaven
to be married to Edgar,
but I have no
right to accept him.
I belong to Heathcliff.
Yet it would degrade
me to marry him.
[Thunder rumbles]
He's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are
made of, his and mine,
they're like one flame.
Edgar's is as different as a
moonbeam from lightning.
Oh, I am Heathcliff!
Yet, if we were married,
we'd be beggars.
Nelly? Nelly?
If I married Edgar, I could
help Heathcliff to rise.
I could place him forever
out of my brother's power.
Oh, that would be
the worst motive of all
for you to marry Mr. Linton.
HINDLEY: Blast him!
Blast him for the
gutter rat he is!
My best horse is gone!
What are you talking about?
Heathcliff!
If I catch him, I'll
have him hung,
but the fellow rides too fast.
I don't mind seeing the
last of him, but my horse...
[Thunder rumbles]
So your demon lover has
fled. Never to return, I trust!
Heathcliff!
Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!
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let's turn to our
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and "Wuthering Heights."
[Door opens]
Joseph?
- You've got nothing?
- Nothing.
Not even wine for Mr. Hindley?
Not so much as a thimble.
Oh, he will fly
into such a rage.
He has little to live for
these days but his wine.
Aye.
Oh, Nelly, what
can possess a man
to sink so low in
three short years?
Oh, I kneel in thanks each night
that our Cathy escaped in time.
Aye.
Oh, we could use a little of the
comfort and peace of the Grange
here at the Heights.
Aye.
Well, man, did you bring
me wine to refill this flask?
- I could get nothing, sir.
- What?!
They would grant no
further credit, Master Hindley.
The miserly dogs.
I'll ride into the
village tomorrow.
[Chuckles]
With so little to go on,
I should be sober enough
to sit a horse by tomorrow.
Ah, what a bounteous feast
you have set for me, Nelly.
What shining napery.
What gleaming silver.
A king could not dine as well.
I'm sorry, Mr. Hindley.
But with no money, I...
And whose fault is
that? Whose fault?
While my sister lives
in wealth and comfort,
I am forced to starve.
There is no one who cares
what happens to me or this house.
Why do you stay, you two?
Here there is only
evil and despair.
Hopes misbegotten.
Desires in the dust.
Get out, you two! Leave me!
I'll see this through alone!
- We will remain, Master Hindley.
- [Bell rings]
Oh? Who would be
coming at this hour?
I will see.
I am going to...
Heathcliff.
- Is your master in, Joseph?
- Aye, but...
NELLY: Oh! Heathcliff?
HEATHCLIFF: Yes, Nelly.
I've come back to
Wuthering Heights.
You are not welcome.
Perhaps.
But the fortune I carry with me
may serve to compensate
for my lack of welcome.
- Ooh. Fortune?
- Yes. It's ample.
It will satisfy your debtors,
which are many
and urgent, I hear.
I'll see you dead before
I touch a penny of yours.
My terms are very easy.
All I ask is the
shelter of this roof.
Never!
If I stay, there will be
plenty of food and drink.
That flask of yours is
down to the dregs, I see.
What do you propose
to do when that's gone?
I...
- I do not know.
- Then I stay.
You stay.
But that does not mean to
say that you are welcome.
Good.
Let's drink to that.
And a decent vintage.
[Harpsichord music playing]
You did that very
nicely, Isabella.
I should. I have taken two
months on that one sonata.
Isn't it time you
started, Edgar?
Very nearly.
You are to meet
the Rawlings at 8:00.
Yes, I know.
But it's hard for me
to leave this room.
I like it too well.
He'll blame us for
that one day, Isabella.
He'll say we took all the
excitement out of his life.
And what will you say of me?
How long is it since you
rode one of the horses
across the moors?
Day after day, they
stand idle in the stables.
It was not so once.
- I'm happy.
- ISABELLA: I'm not.
I'm getting restless.
I see no one, talk
to no one. Just sit.
I think I'll go off to London
and fall in love
with a horse guard.
We'll find someone
suitable for you.
- Well, Mr. Rawlings will be...
- [Bell rings]
Goodbye, my dear.
I'll not be over an hour.
I'll be here.
'Tis Nelly, Cathy.
She's come to see you.
Oh, Nelly! It is
good to see you.
What is it? Something
wrong at the Heights?
Oh, it's nothing, Miss
Cathy. Only that...
Uh, well, I must be
off. Goodbye, Nelly.
I'm glad you're here to
keep my ladies company.
Thank you, sir.
Come, Nelly. Sit down.
Now, there is something
wrong. What is it?
Oh, Miss Cathy, he's come back.
- Who's come back?
- Heathcliff!
Heathcliff.
He walked in this very evening.
Rich he is now and
very grandly dressed.
Oh, you'd never know him.
Nelly, I'd know him anywhere.
He is at the Heights now,
and he said he's going to stay.
Nelly, why didn't he
come see me first?
Where is he? I must see him!
- [Knock on door]
- There he is. He's come.
Oh, Miss Cathy, if he knew
that I'd come to warn you,
he'd fly into such a rage.
I can slip through the garden.
Ooh!
HEATHCLIFF: Is Mrs. Linton in?
ISABELLA: Oh, just
a moment. I'll see.
Oh, won't you come in, please?
I'm Mrs. Linton's sister-in-law.
And whom shall I say is calling?
HEATHCLIFF: Tell
her an old friend.
Cathy, there's a most
handsome man to see you.
He says he's an old friend.
Yes, he is.
Good evening, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff? Not that...
Stableboy?
Yes.
Oh. Forgive me.
Cathy.
You do not deserve
such a welcome.
It was cruel of you to
remain silent three years.
You did not think of me!
A little more than
you've thought of me.
Married or single, you'll
not drive me off again.
I'm Catherine Linton now.
You should've been
Catherine Heathcliff.
No, it was not the bond
to keep us together.
I would've hurt you too much.
You would've hurt me.
It was not with me you became...
what you are.
You did that yourself.
Never alone, Cathy. Never
for one hour of the day.
Always you were beside me.
If I'm rich, it's only to
buy my way back to you,
to gain admission at your door.
Do not know how often
this door can be open to you.
You're telling me these three
years have been wasted?
You're driving me
out again, Cathy?
No. No, but things
are not as they were.
I'm no longer free.
You're not free?
Do you no longer
walk the moors, Cathy,
feel the wind in your face
and the rain against your body?
No. I embroider.
- I don't believe it.
- Well, you must, for it is true.
Then you wish not to see me?
- No, no.
- Then how? Where?
I do not know. We'll find a way.
- What must I do? Wait?
- Yes, you must wait. So have I!
- Cathy, Cathy.
- Yes.
Don't ask me to wait too long.
It will not be long.
But it is not
here. It is not now.
- You must go.
- You're sending me away?
Only for a little while.
All right. I shall
go. But I'll return.
When I've had my fill of
Hindley's drunken tongue,
I'll return.
Cathy, will he come again?
He's grown so
handsome, so comely.
I think he will.
Do you not find him
fascinating? I do.
Yes. I always have.
Mine, I believe.
You have the luck of the devil.
Perhaps you are the devil.
You're full of pleasant
fancies tonight, Hindley.
Too bad your luck
doesn't match them.
My luck has not
run out. Another roll.
You've run out of
money and pledges.
What do you
propose to play with?
- The 14-acre strip.
- You lost that last night.
- The right-of-way to Gimmerton.
- I had that night before last.
This house, then.
Wuthering Heights?
And leave yourself without
a roof over your head?
No honest man could
be so sure of winning.
There's no need to cheat you.
Devil! Devil incarnate!
No more playing.
It's just as well.
No, no. You must
give me my last chance.
Very well.
This house against
everything I've won up to now.
Done.
[Laughs]
Beat that if you can.
You can see for yourself.
Wuthering Heights is mine.
Were I not drunk, this
could not have happened.
You wanted me drunk.
Yes, I've not forgotten
the beatings you gave me
and the humiliations I endured.
Over all the years,
I've not forgotten.
Well, you have everything
now. Why don't you go?
What can this miserable
place mean to you?
This is my world.
Your world is a crag of rock
where you meet my
sister day after day.
You've made fools of them all.
Cathy above all.
She should despise you
rather than sneaking off to
meet you on Peniston Crag!
Don't try to follow us there.
I warned you. That crag is ours.
It's ours!
[Wind whistling]
[Laughing] Hurry up!
You are slow! What's the matter?
[Shouting indistinctly]
[Laughs]
You're merely taunting me
because I've taken the
Heights away from you.
Wouldn't "stolen"
be a better word?
No, I won it fairly.
All right. You won
it fairly, then. Why?
For you.
Someday I'll take you back
to the Heights, and it'll be ours.
- Ours?
- Yes.
Or would you prefer to see
Isabella move in as mistress?
- You just say that to taunt me.
- Do I?
Perhaps I'm more
avaricious than you know.
Isabella is rich.
She'd bring a handsome
dowry to the Heights,
and she'd come
more readily than you.
She's a child! She does not
know the pitiless man you are!
Yet I might learn to love her.
If you could learn to love
a Linton, why couldn't I?
Or perhaps you don't love him.
I do! I do! He's kind and good!
You don't love him! You can't!
For what you've done to me, I
should hate and despise you.
Yet here we are, you
cloakless in the wind.
All I can think
of is I love you.
There's no peace on
Earth for me without you.
Oh, I do love you, Heathcliff.
But I fear you just as much.
I know what you are.
If you were to have me, you'd
crush me like a sparrow's egg.
Oh, here on the crag,
you're fierce and wonderful,
and I adore you completely.
But life is not lived
on a point of rock.
Oh, that green and
pleasant valley is my home.
What's to become of me, Cathy?
Stick close to me always.
- You'll stay married to Linton?
- Yes, I must.
- You don't love me, then.
- I do! I do!
Not the way I love you! Here.
If you love me, let your
blood flow down with mine
and stain the
heather at our feet,
and we'll be joined
together here for always.
No!
You can't bear it,
can you, Cathy?!
Can't bear the
thought that love is pain
and desolation and despair.
You'll learn, as I have.
Joseph?
Yes, Master Hindley?
Bottle is almost empty.
Fetch another.
Mr. Heathcliff said you
are not to have more
without his permission.
He said so?
This is humiliation
beyond all bearing.
Where is he?
He's upstairs, preparing
for the party at the Grange.
And what have they to celebrate?
Fetch another, you hear?!
I dare not, sir,
without his permission!
Hindley, must I always find
you in the midst of violence?
It ill becomes you.
What's the matter, Joseph?
Mister Hindley wanted
more brandy, but...
You told him you must
ask my permission first.
Very good, Joseph.
You're not going to the Grange.
Why not?
I'm not only a guest...
I'm the guest of honor.
Miss Isabella herself has
begged my permission.
There's no limit to how
far you will go, is there?
None.
I'll convey your
regrets to the Grange.
Oh, God!
Give me the strength
one day to kill him!
[Waltz playing]
You dance divinely,
Mr. Heathcliff.
Do I?
Then I suppose, after
London and Paris,
our small festivities bore you.
Not in the least.
What is it, Cathy?
I'm watching your
sister. Certainly you won't.
She seems to be
enjoying herself.
Then she must
enjoy playing the fool.
It's merely a mild
flirtation, Cathy.
You take it too seriously.
Do you not know
the danger she runs?
Danger? Cathy, you
must not exaggerate.
Oh, you are blind. If
you won't stop her, I shall.
Isabella?
Isabella, are you an utter fool?
I have nothing to say
to you. I'm going back.
No, you're not.
I love him more than
ever you loved Edgar,
and he might love
me if you'd let him.
He does not love you.
He could never love you.
He's capable of marrying
you for your fortune,
but it would only
be to spite me.
Isabella, listen to me.
Were I not a friend to both...
You? A friend? [Laughs]
You do not believe me, then.
You think I speak from
envy and selfishness.
I'm certain you do,
and I shudder at you.
Ah, Heathcliff.
We were quarreling like
cats about you just now.
My little sister tells me that
if I would but stand aside,
she would shoot a
shaft into your heart
that would fix you forever
and send my image
into eternal oblivion.
Catherine, do not lie.
I said no such thing.
Did you not?! Did you not?!
Mr. Heathcliff, be kind
enough to bid her release me.
What amuses her is painful
to me beyond expression.
I shall have your brother
put you out of the house.
He will not stand by
to see his wife insulted.
You are a vain,
heartless, deceitful woman!
[Laughs]
Edgar!
I will not stay in this
house with your sister.
I will not! I will not!
I must apologize for the
behavior of my sister-in-law.
She's a wild, arrogant creature.
She appalls you,
then, as she does me.
She always has.
You would find
someone quite different
more to your taste, then?
I might.
I have admired you for a
long time, Mr. Heathcliff.
You're a fool. I would
only destroy you.
And were I willing to risk it?
Now, that's for you say.
I am willing.
Well, then...
- Cathy?
- Yes?
You've been crying.
I cannot forget the things
your sister said to me tonight.
Cathy, there's
only one solution.
- What is it?
- He must never come here again.
- Who?
- Heathcliff.
Your sister makes a
spectacle of herself,
and you can only
blame Heathcliff?
It is not only my sister.
If the man brings
only unhappiness,
why should we have him here?
- There is something evil...
- Do not speak of him like that!
If he is evil, you are weak.
Cathy!
You are my wife. I
am responsible for you.
I am Catherine Earnshaw,
and I'm responsible for myself.
You are Catherine Linton!
Just what is he to you, Cathy?
Nothing.
Everything!
Cathy, don't. You're tired.
You don't know
what you're saying.
I brought you this
letter, Mr. Linton.
I thought it might be important.
A letter? But it's
2:00 in the morning.
Joseph just brought it.
It's from Wuthering Heights.
- Give it to me.
- Oh, it's for Mr. Linton.
Miss Cathy, it's
from Miss Isabella.
- Oh?
- Isabella?
"Dear Edgar, by the
time this reaches you,
Heathcliff and I will be
on our way to be married.
Please don't think too..."
No! No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
ANNOUNCER: And now
let's pause for a moment
and look at our program again.
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Now, I wonder where
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ANNOUNCER: We return now
to "Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Wuthering Heights."
[Thunder rumbles]
Oh, no.
No.
Why is it always your
face looking out at me
from this glass, never my own?
Are our two faces one?
Are we still two torn
halves of each other?
Speak to me. Do
not remain silent.
Speak to me.
Oh. Miss Cathy, dear?
Nelly, you must go
for me to the Heights.
- Mr. Edgar has forbidden me...
- No! You must go.
I ask it.
I want you to see him
with your own eyes.
Come back and tell me how he is.
Please, Cathy, dear.
I ask it.
It is probably the
last favor I will ask.
Oh, very well. I'll go.
[Knock on door]
Come in. It's open.
Ah, Nelly.
Come in, come in.
Are you alone, Mr. Hindley?
Aye. And who is not
alone in this house?
We live here side by side.
And yet each of us is alone.
Cathy is lucky.
She had sense enough to get out.
Cathy is dying, Mr. Hindley.
Dying?
No. She's strong.
Cathy will not die.
She hasn't the will to live.
For all the love and
comfort that is around her,
she, too, is alone.
I think she'd rather
be here in this room.
No, no. She'd do
well to stay away.
It isn't the room alone, all the
dirt and misery it represents.
It's Heathcliff.
In her fever she says his
name over and over again,
like an unending moan,
hopeless and longing.
There is but one way.
I keep this close
to me now always.
Every night, I sneak up
to his door and try the lock.
One night, he'll
forget the bolt,
and I will find him asleep.
It will end then for all of us.
And I will stand...
[Laughs]
and laugh to see his evil brain
limp and dead on
a stained pillow.
Oh, you're mad, Mr. Hindley!
No! He is!
Good evening, Nelly.
We're unused to visitors
here, so you're doubly welcome.
Is Miss Isabella here?
Certainly. Would
you like to see her?
Wife, come down!
We have a visitor!
Oh!
Oh, Miss Isabella. Oh!
Good to see you, Nelly.
Has Edgar sent you?
Edgar? He's forgotten you exist.
Do not tell him you
have seen me, Nelly.
It's better he never know.
No. I won't tell him.
Tell him. By all
means, tell him.
Miss Isabella deserves better
for her love for you than this.
I never loved her. I
told her so from the start.
Is it my fault it's taken her
so long to learn to hate me?
Or have you even yet
the spirit to hate me?
I loathe you with all my heart.
Tell your master I
never in all my life
beheld such an
abject thing as she.
She even disgraces
the name of Linton.
That's the talk of a
madman, Mr. Heathcliff!
Do not listen to
a word he speaks.
He's a lying fiend.
A monster, not a human being.
I pray every hour
that he will forget his
diabolical prudence and kill me.
The one pleasure I
can imagine is to die...
Or see him dead.
NELLY: Oh!
Nelly, how is she?
- How is she?!
- She has small chance to live.
What are you saying?
It is due to you. She
wants only to forget you.
- You're lying.
- She is not herself.
Small wonder,
with that insipid,
pallid creature
tending her from
duty and humanity!
You might as well plant
an oak in a flowerpot
and expect it to thrive.
Nelly, I must see her.
You must tell me
when I may come!
Never! Not if you
want her to stay alive.
Then I shall come of my own!
I should tell you no more, dear.
You're tired. You
ought to sleep.
Sleep?
And see the walls of Wuthering
Heights closing in about me?
The dirt. The ugliness.
The cruelty.
Oh, Nelly, it should
not have come to this...
For him or for me.
Nelly, how much was I to blame?
Oh, hush, child. You
were never to blame.
No, I was, I was.
But, Nelly, I must see
him again, if only once.
Oh, Nelly, if there's
evil in his heart,
there's as much in mine.
HEATHCLIFF: Cathy? Cathy?
Cathy!
Cathy?
Nelly, there's someone
outside. I know it!
No, dear. No, no.
That's twice today
you've lied to me.
I won't have it.
You're a stupid, meddling
woman! Now, get out, get out!
Oh, I'm only trying
to save you, darling.
I'm past saving, past
living, past everything.
Now, get out.
If I have to go, I want
to do it my own way.
Get out! Get out!
- NELLY: [Sobbing]
- HEATHCLIFF: Cathy?
Heathcliff! I knew you'd come.
I knew it, I knew it.
Oh, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!
Cathy!
Oh, my life. How can I bear it?
You've broken my heart.
I have no pity for you. None.
You killed me, and
you've driven on it.
How many years do you
mean to live after I'm gone?
- Cathy, don't!
- Will you remember me?
Will you be happy
when I'm in the earth?
Will you say 20
years from today,
"That's the grave of
Catherine Earnshaw.
I loved her once,
but that's long ago"?
- Will you say that?!
- Don't talk to me! Have pity.
Isn't it enough for
your infernal selfishness
that while you lie in
peace, I shall writhe in hell?
I will not be at peace,
and I will take you
with me in my soul!
All I want is to go.
I'm so tired of being here.
Cathy, how could you
betray your own heart?
I've not one word
of comfort for you.
You deserve this. You love me.
What right have you to leave me?
Answer me! What right?
No, no. It's too late.
It will always be
too late for us.
Remember me.
Be close to me in my death.
Oh, I loved you.
And I lost you.
- And now you've lost me.
- No.
There must be someplace
where we can be
together forever in peace.
Peace?
Peace? Who talks of peace?
Cathy, may you wake in torment.
Catherine Earnshaw, may you
not rest as long as I am living!
Haunt me! Let your
ghost be with me always!
Let it drive me mad,
only don't leave me
alone in this abyss
where I cannot find you.
Oh, God!
[Speaks indistinctly]
I cannot live without my love.
I cannot live without my life!
I remember, dear sister,
when Nelly here
looked like your mother.
[Chuckles]
Now see what time has done.
Time and Heathcliff.
Nelly could be your sister.
And you my father.
But he does not age.
The devil in him
keeps him young.
For 20 years we've waited.
But he'll never die!
JOSEPH: I've seen him!
I've seen him up at
Cathy's grave on the crag.
He was... He was digging
away at it with all his might.
NELLY: Ohh. He's mad.
He must've been out
in the storm all night.
We must go to him, Joseph.
It won't kill him.
Maybe. Maybe this is it.
Perhaps she's got him at last.
Let's... Let's drink
on it, Hindley.
[Laughs]
[Wind howling]
Cathy.
Cathy, Cathy, Cathy.
Cathy.
It's been so long a time.
The nights I've left the
window open for you.
Why haven't you
led me out after you?
My darling, take pity on me.
Tell me it's all over.
I can rest my
cheek against yours.
We could be
together at last forever.
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[Wind howling]
I must ask your indulgence.
The snow is falling so hard,
I... I doubt I should reach
the village by nightfall.
Could you... Could you, I
wonder, put me up for the night?
There's no room here
at Wuthering Heights.
Oh, Mr. Hindley.
He's better off in a
snowbank than here.
I... I could sleep on
a chair by the fire.
No, that is not necessary.
There is still Cathy's...
No!
If Heathcliff comes back
and finds anyone here,
he'll spare none of us.
The master of this house
is out in this weather?
Ah, the north wind embraces
him where it is death to others.
The snow caresses him,
and the hail and the sleet
are his beloved friends.
Welcome, stranger.
Welcome to Wuthering Heights.
If you would care to stay in
this haven of damned souls,
we can but bid
you be comfortable.
Perhaps I'd better go.
It would be certain
death for you.
But come quickly
before the master returns.
[Laughs]
A guest in the charnel house.
Wait until he finds out.
He'll beat me.
He always beats me.
Just so long as he leaves me
my ration of brandy, I care not.
Here we are, sir.
Oh, it's not very comfortable,
but it's the best we can offer.
It is a roof over my
head, and I thank you.
[Sighs nervously]
[Wind howling continues]
WOMAN: No! No!
MAN: Who are you?!
What are you doing here?!
Why, I... I was on my way
to Thrushcross Grange.
- The storm...
- Don't you hear her cry out?
Don't you know this
window is never closed?!
No, I didn't know.
You'd leave my Cathy
wandering the moor?!
Come in, Cathy. Cathy, come in!
My heart's darling,
hear me this time.
Come to me once more, Cathy.
Come.
First moment I saw you.
How long ago.
You were only a child.
BOY: I'll get you!
MAN: Stop it!
Master Hindley.
Now, stop, I say.
Master Hindley!
Stop fighting now.
If your father is
not here very soon,
you must eat your
supper and go to bed.
No! I'll wait for him.
Catherine Earnshaw, you
are headstrong and spoiled.
No man will ever marry you.
Joseph's right! He's right!
No man will ever look at you.
You're horrible!
- MAN: [Shouting] Hello?
- Children, stop!
- I hear your father.
- Catherine?
Hindley? Where are you both?
Hello! Oh, hello, Joseph.
Did you bring me my sword?
Now, have you no
greeting for me, then?
Do you want only your present?
- Oh, but you promised me.
- I only want you, Father.
Yes, yes, yes.
And if I had a present,
it would be much better.
Oh, I didn't mean that.
- Master?
- Yes?
Who is this?
Oh, come in, lad. Come in.
Don't stand out
there in the cold.
HINDLEY: He's
filthy. I'll get rid of him.
MAN: Now, Hindley.
CATHERINE: Where
did he come from?
Well, it's a long story, and
I'm far too fatigued to tell it.
Well, it is enough that he
was starving and homeless
on the streets of Liverpool,
and I couldn't leave him.
He shall sleep in the stable.
Hold on. Not if you
want your presents.
Well, then you
brought them after all!
- Oh, Father!
- [Laughs]
This is your
fault! You broke it!
MAN: No, no, no, no, no!
Have you no manners, Hindley?
No, no. It's not his fault.
But where is the riding
whip you promised me?
The whip? [Laughs]
Yes, I've... Where did I put it?
I... Well, I thought I had it.
Oh, you saved it for
me! Oh, thank you.
Can't you talk?
Say, "Thank you, Cathy."
Thank you, Cathy.
I shall teach him
to speak as we do.
I hate him! I want
no other boy here!
Oh, Hindley, that's
no way to behave.
And I do. I do want him!
When his face is washed,
I think he will be quite nice.
What is his name?
His... His name?
Well, I hadn't even
thought of one.
Oh, but he's no
prince in disguise.
But it's sure true he
must have a name.
Yes.
We'll give him the name of
your little brother that died.
He'll be called Heathcliff.
Where are the young ones?
Long past time for their supper.
It's lucky you'll be to
see them this night.
The last three months,
they've gone wild completely.
Aye.
If the master were not
ailing, it might be different.
Nelly, I did not like
the look in the doctor's
eye this morning.
I cannot think what would
happen to the pack of them
if he should die.
Aha.
So you've come at
last, Master Hindley.
Aye, and I've come alone.
It would serve them right
if you let them go hungry.
Did Cathy and Heathcliff
run off and leave you again?
They did.
She's off on the moors
again with that stableboy.
Well, they will be back shortly.
It'll be dark before
they're home.
It's an hour's climb
to Peniston Crag.
And what makes you so sure
that that's where they've gone?
It's their meeting place.
They'll let no one near it.
Let them have their crag.
It will not be like this always.
It will not.
[Wind whistling]
It's getting dark.
Should we start back?
No. I never want to leave.
Down below it's ugly
with Hindley's lying
and cursing at you
and no one understanding you.
They have not seen you here,
the wind across
your face, looking...
Where are you looking?
What are you trying
to see, Heathcliff?
Even far off across the
moors, I see nothing but you.
We belong here above the moors.
And as long as we both
shall live, this will be our place.
Yes.
The sun is going down.
Oh, stay a moment longer.
The sun is going down.
We should be starting
home. Come on.
Cathy. Stay a minute longer.
Yes, 'tis little we have to
go home to tonight, isn't it?
Yes.
I can't think what it will
be like with Father gone.
Sometimes I think
we should run away,
far off beyond those hills.
Where could we go?
Oh, this is far enough.
Close to the things
we understand.
It's getting darker, Cathy.
Not the sun going
down, but in our hearts.
We know... Well, I know that...
What are you trying to say?
You're not angry
with me, are you?
How could I be
angry with you, Cathy?
We're alone now. Perhaps
forever we'll be alone.
We could be.
With him gone, things
won't be as they've been.
- You know that.
- Why? What's to change?
I'll never change. Never!
Hindley is master here now.
What difference
should that make?
Father would want
everything to go on as before.
You know that.
He gave me a name.
He's the only one who ever
treated me like a human being.
Except you, Cathy.
And you'll change, too.
- No! Never, Heathcliff.
- It's bound to come.
You'll want fine
parties and clothes
and your hair in curls
around your shoulders.
This crag won't be enough
for you always, Cathy.
The smell of heather.
The wind in your face.
[Footsteps]
I thought I'd find you two here.
Go away, Hindley. This
is our place, not yours.
No place is yours from now
on except what I choose for you.
You're my sister, and
I'm bound to look after you.
But this lout here,
he's to go back to the
stables, where he belongs.
He will never set foot
in the house again,
except I call him to do an
errand or to black my boots.
Now get back. Both of you.
How dare you, with
our father scarcely cold.
But he is cold, isn't he?
And I'm alive and master
of Wuthering Heights.
And of you.
- No!
- No, Heathcliff!
If you strike him,
you'll only suffer for it.
There are other
ways to deal with him.
If you say so, Cathy.
You'd best come
back. Both of you.
Wuthering Heights is
yours. This crag is ours.
You're not welcome.
You're welcome to the
open skies, dear sister.
As for me, I prefer
the fires of home.
You see, Cathy?
You see how it's to
be? In the end, he'll win.
He'll get you away from me.
No, I'll never leave you. Never.
Cathy, I have to believe that.
You're my excuse for being.
Nothing can part us now.
I'll find a way... a way to
keep us together forever.
You'll see.
Come, Heathcliff.
We've got to go home.
Home... is for you.
It will never be
home for me again.
Oh!
- Cathy, what is it?!
- Oh, my ankle!
- Can't you stand on it?
- No!
I'll carry you.
You cannot. It's 5
miles to the Heights.
There must be someplace closer.
The Grange. It's just
there in the valley.
No, I'll never ask a
favor of those Lintons.
They're haughty and
proud. They'd insult us.
They'll take you in. What
does it matter what they say?
No, I can... Oh!
We'll go to the Grange.
[Harpsichord music playing]
How can you go on reading,
Edgar, while I'm playing?
- I simply close my ears.
- Oh!
You're too withdrawn
from life, Edgar.
Both of us are.
Why, outside, the wind howls,
and the world is full
of strange noises.
Perhaps we need to
breathe the air outside.
But I'm comfortable
and happy here.
Aren't you?
Comfortable, yes.
And yet sometimes...
You're too romantic.
- As your brother, it's my...
- [Knock on door]
Hello. What's that?
This young lady
sprained her ankle.
If you'll take her
around to the kitchen,
the servants will
make her comfortable.
Just as I told you.
Take me home, please.
Who is it, Edgar?
It's Catherine Earnshaw
of Wuthering Heights.
She's in pain. She has to rest.
Please accept my apologies.
I didn't recognize you.
- How bad is it?
- It's very bad.
Otherwise, we wouldn't
have sought your help.
This is a bad sprain. You
must stay the night here.
We'll call for Dr. Kenneth
in the morning.
Nonsense. I... Oh!
There. You see?
It's quite hopeless.
You shall have to accept our
poor hospitality for the night.
But someone must get
back to tell your brother.
Could your stableboy...
He's not a stableboy!
He's Heathcliff.
If he wants to go, he will.
If he wants to stay, he will.
I'll go, Cathy. Someone has to.
Heathcliff, if you go,
you must promise to
return in the morning.
No, I won't come back here.
I don't belong in this house.
- Heathcliff, don't!
- Come, now.
We'll try to make
you comfortable.
Isabella, hadn't you better see
about Miss Earnshaw's room?
Of course.
The corner room,
don't you think?
Excellent.
Oh...
This room is so... so beautiful.
I'm glad you like it.
I'm afraid you're
going to see a lot of it.
- Why?
- That's a bad sprain.
It'll be some time before
you can walk again.
Oh, no!
I shall try to make
the time pass for you.
You're what we need
here at the Grange.
We've been too cut off
from things, I'm afraid.
Are you always so
kind to strangers?
We see very few strangers...
and none so lovely as you.
Lovely?
No one has ever
said that to me before.
Oh, I am glad I'm here.
It's so... so peaceful.
Ah, why so active, Nelly?
The Heights has not
shined like this in years.
I do not want Miss Cathy to
come home to a slovenly house.
It might be as well.
Were she to walk back
and find this place a hovel,
she might more easily
consider leaving it.
And so far as I'm concerned,
I'd be glad to see her gone.
Oh, for shame, Master
Hindley. Your own sister?
Ah, it is not Cathy I resent
but that lout Heathcliff.
The more she sees of Linton,
the less use she'll have for him.
They're very fond,
Master Hindley.
They were.
But rumor has it Linton has
wormed his way into her heart.
There are those that say
a match is in the making.
And why not? Linton is rich.
And Cathy is no angel.
She's just as avid for wealth
and pretty things
as any other woman.
You lie!
Take your hands off me.
Don't you dare speak
such words of her ever!
I only repeat what I've heard.
Well, it's false. She
despises Linton.
She did, but she feels quite
differently now, I assure you.
You only say that to taunt me.
Do you think she prefers
you? Take a look at yourself.
Look well.
Linton is a gentleman.
Cathy will see you
just as you are...
Dirtier, uglier than ever.
Can you imagine she would
choose you with Linton waiting?
She will take him.
She has no choice.
[Carriage approaches]
CATHERINE: Nelly?
Hindley? Nelly?
Oh, Miss Cathy, darling.
Why, I never saw
such a fine lady.
Careful, Nelly.
You'll muss my hair.
Forgive me, darling. I
wouldn't do that for the world.
Where's Heathcliff?
Don't tell me our princess
wishes to talk to the stableboy.
You be quiet, Hindley.
Heathcliff, come here.
What's the matter, Heathcliff?
How black and cross you look.
Have you forgotten me?
Shake hands with her,
man. That is permitted.
Though it may be
your last chance.
I'm not here to be laughed at.
Heathcliff, I was
not laughing at you.
You needn't have touched me.
I shall be dirtier by light.
At last, you see him as he
is... More animal than man.
Do not dare to
call him an animal.
For all you know, he may
be a prince in disguise.
My horse needs shoeing.
If you don't mind, I shall
go and tell your prince
to take care of this royal task.
[Laughs]
Edgar, I... I would not
have had you listen to this.
Edgar, I have a small
token for your sister.
Will you take it home for me?
What is it, my darling?
It's lace from my
mother's wedding gown.
Nelly, will you get it? It's
in my cupboard upstairs.
I'll fetch it down.
These last few weeks
have passed so quickly,
- I'm almost sad they're going.
- So am I.
Yet if I had stayed longer, I
should have outworn my welcome.
No, never.
Edgar, you do not know me.
I'm very difficult. My
temper is quite ungovernable.
That cannot be.
No, you must understand.
We live in different worlds.
I belong to the
wind and the moors.
I could never give them up.
Cathy, I know.
You are the wind itself,
blowing through the
empty corners of my life.
I want you. Always.
I want you as my wife.
Oh, I do not know what to say.
You're so kind and
so good. And yet...
What?
Please. I must have time.
Do not ask for my answer now.
Darling? Still beautiful.
My compliments to Isabella.
I trust we may see
each other soon.
I trust we should all
see each other soon.
But now I must start
back. It's getting late.
[Thunder rumbles]
Goodbye, Edgar.
Goodbye, Cathy. I
shall await your answer.
Your answer to what?
Oh, Nelly!
Nelly, he's asked
me to marry him!
I must give him an answer.
- What shall it be?
- Do you love him?
Of course I do.
Who could help it?
- Why?
- Well, he's handsome and young.
Bad.
Well, he's cheerful
and pleasant to be with.
Oh, worse.
He's rich.
Worst of all.
Now, Cathy, darling.
Tell me how you love him.
Well, I love him because
he will make me happy
and because I will
make him happy.
Then where is the obstacle?
In my heart and in my
soul, I know it is wrong.
Why, Cathy? Why?
It would be heaven
to be married to Edgar,
but I have no
right to accept him.
I belong to Heathcliff.
Yet it would degrade
me to marry him.
[Thunder rumbles]
He's more myself than I am.
Whatever our souls are
made of, his and mine,
they're like one flame.
Edgar's is as different as a
moonbeam from lightning.
Oh, I am Heathcliff!
Yet, if we were married,
we'd be beggars.
Nelly? Nelly?
If I married Edgar, I could
help Heathcliff to rise.
I could place him forever
out of my brother's power.
Oh, that would be
the worst motive of all
for you to marry Mr. Linton.
HINDLEY: Blast him!
Blast him for the
gutter rat he is!
My best horse is gone!
What are you talking about?
Heathcliff!
If I catch him, I'll
have him hung,
but the fellow rides too fast.
I don't mind seeing the
last of him, but my horse...
[Thunder rumbles]
So your demon lover has
fled. Never to return, I trust!
Heathcliff!
Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!
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[Door opens]
Joseph?
- You've got nothing?
- Nothing.
Not even wine for Mr. Hindley?
Not so much as a thimble.
Oh, he will fly
into such a rage.
He has little to live for
these days but his wine.
Aye.
Oh, Nelly, what
can possess a man
to sink so low in
three short years?
Oh, I kneel in thanks each night
that our Cathy escaped in time.
Aye.
Oh, we could use a little of the
comfort and peace of the Grange
here at the Heights.
Aye.
Well, man, did you bring
me wine to refill this flask?
- I could get nothing, sir.
- What?!
They would grant no
further credit, Master Hindley.
The miserly dogs.
I'll ride into the
village tomorrow.
[Chuckles]
With so little to go on,
I should be sober enough
to sit a horse by tomorrow.
Ah, what a bounteous feast
you have set for me, Nelly.
What shining napery.
What gleaming silver.
A king could not dine as well.
I'm sorry, Mr. Hindley.
But with no money, I...
And whose fault is
that? Whose fault?
While my sister lives
in wealth and comfort,
I am forced to starve.
There is no one who cares
what happens to me or this house.
Why do you stay, you two?
Here there is only
evil and despair.
Hopes misbegotten.
Desires in the dust.
Get out, you two! Leave me!
I'll see this through alone!
- We will remain, Master Hindley.
- [Bell rings]
Oh? Who would be
coming at this hour?
I will see.
I am going to...
Heathcliff.
- Is your master in, Joseph?
- Aye, but...
NELLY: Oh! Heathcliff?
HEATHCLIFF: Yes, Nelly.
I've come back to
Wuthering Heights.
You are not welcome.
Perhaps.
But the fortune I carry with me
may serve to compensate
for my lack of welcome.
- Ooh. Fortune?
- Yes. It's ample.
It will satisfy your debtors,
which are many
and urgent, I hear.
I'll see you dead before
I touch a penny of yours.
My terms are very easy.
All I ask is the
shelter of this roof.
Never!
If I stay, there will be
plenty of food and drink.
That flask of yours is
down to the dregs, I see.
What do you propose
to do when that's gone?
I...
- I do not know.
- Then I stay.
You stay.
But that does not mean to
say that you are welcome.
Good.
Let's drink to that.
And a decent vintage.
[Harpsichord music playing]
You did that very
nicely, Isabella.
I should. I have taken two
months on that one sonata.
Isn't it time you
started, Edgar?
Very nearly.
You are to meet
the Rawlings at 8:00.
Yes, I know.
But it's hard for me
to leave this room.
I like it too well.
He'll blame us for
that one day, Isabella.
He'll say we took all the
excitement out of his life.
And what will you say of me?
How long is it since you
rode one of the horses
across the moors?
Day after day, they
stand idle in the stables.
It was not so once.
- I'm happy.
- ISABELLA: I'm not.
I'm getting restless.
I see no one, talk
to no one. Just sit.
I think I'll go off to London
and fall in love
with a horse guard.
We'll find someone
suitable for you.
- Well, Mr. Rawlings will be...
- [Bell rings]
Goodbye, my dear.
I'll not be over an hour.
I'll be here.
'Tis Nelly, Cathy.
She's come to see you.
Oh, Nelly! It is
good to see you.
What is it? Something
wrong at the Heights?
Oh, it's nothing, Miss
Cathy. Only that...
Uh, well, I must be
off. Goodbye, Nelly.
I'm glad you're here to
keep my ladies company.
Thank you, sir.
Come, Nelly. Sit down.
Now, there is something
wrong. What is it?
Oh, Miss Cathy, he's come back.
- Who's come back?
- Heathcliff!
Heathcliff.
He walked in this very evening.
Rich he is now and
very grandly dressed.
Oh, you'd never know him.
Nelly, I'd know him anywhere.
He is at the Heights now,
and he said he's going to stay.
Nelly, why didn't he
come see me first?
Where is he? I must see him!
- [Knock on door]
- There he is. He's come.
Oh, Miss Cathy, if he knew
that I'd come to warn you,
he'd fly into such a rage.
I can slip through the garden.
Ooh!
HEATHCLIFF: Is Mrs. Linton in?
ISABELLA: Oh, just
a moment. I'll see.
Oh, won't you come in, please?
I'm Mrs. Linton's sister-in-law.
And whom shall I say is calling?
HEATHCLIFF: Tell
her an old friend.
Cathy, there's a most
handsome man to see you.
He says he's an old friend.
Yes, he is.
Good evening, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff? Not that...
Stableboy?
Yes.
Oh. Forgive me.
Cathy.
You do not deserve
such a welcome.
It was cruel of you to
remain silent three years.
You did not think of me!
A little more than
you've thought of me.
Married or single, you'll
not drive me off again.
I'm Catherine Linton now.
You should've been
Catherine Heathcliff.
No, it was not the bond
to keep us together.
I would've hurt you too much.
You would've hurt me.
It was not with me you became...
what you are.
You did that yourself.
Never alone, Cathy. Never
for one hour of the day.
Always you were beside me.
If I'm rich, it's only to
buy my way back to you,
to gain admission at your door.
Do not know how often
this door can be open to you.
You're telling me these three
years have been wasted?
You're driving me
out again, Cathy?
No. No, but things
are not as they were.
I'm no longer free.
You're not free?
Do you no longer
walk the moors, Cathy,
feel the wind in your face
and the rain against your body?
No. I embroider.
- I don't believe it.
- Well, you must, for it is true.
Then you wish not to see me?
- No, no.
- Then how? Where?
I do not know. We'll find a way.
- What must I do? Wait?
- Yes, you must wait. So have I!
- Cathy, Cathy.
- Yes.
Don't ask me to wait too long.
It will not be long.
But it is not
here. It is not now.
- You must go.
- You're sending me away?
Only for a little while.
All right. I shall
go. But I'll return.
When I've had my fill of
Hindley's drunken tongue,
I'll return.
Cathy, will he come again?
He's grown so
handsome, so comely.
I think he will.
Do you not find him
fascinating? I do.
Yes. I always have.
Mine, I believe.
You have the luck of the devil.
Perhaps you are the devil.
You're full of pleasant
fancies tonight, Hindley.
Too bad your luck
doesn't match them.
My luck has not
run out. Another roll.
You've run out of
money and pledges.
What do you
propose to play with?
- The 14-acre strip.
- You lost that last night.
- The right-of-way to Gimmerton.
- I had that night before last.
This house, then.
Wuthering Heights?
And leave yourself without
a roof over your head?
No honest man could
be so sure of winning.
There's no need to cheat you.
Devil! Devil incarnate!
No more playing.
It's just as well.
No, no. You must
give me my last chance.
Very well.
This house against
everything I've won up to now.
Done.
[Laughs]
Beat that if you can.
You can see for yourself.
Wuthering Heights is mine.
Were I not drunk, this
could not have happened.
You wanted me drunk.
Yes, I've not forgotten
the beatings you gave me
and the humiliations I endured.
Over all the years,
I've not forgotten.
Well, you have everything
now. Why don't you go?
What can this miserable
place mean to you?
This is my world.
Your world is a crag of rock
where you meet my
sister day after day.
You've made fools of them all.
Cathy above all.
She should despise you
rather than sneaking off to
meet you on Peniston Crag!
Don't try to follow us there.
I warned you. That crag is ours.
It's ours!
[Wind whistling]
[Laughing] Hurry up!
You are slow! What's the matter?
[Shouting indistinctly]
[Laughs]
You're merely taunting me
because I've taken the
Heights away from you.
Wouldn't "stolen"
be a better word?
No, I won it fairly.
All right. You won
it fairly, then. Why?
For you.
Someday I'll take you back
to the Heights, and it'll be ours.
- Ours?
- Yes.
Or would you prefer to see
Isabella move in as mistress?
- You just say that to taunt me.
- Do I?
Perhaps I'm more
avaricious than you know.
Isabella is rich.
She'd bring a handsome
dowry to the Heights,
and she'd come
more readily than you.
She's a child! She does not
know the pitiless man you are!
Yet I might learn to love her.
If you could learn to love
a Linton, why couldn't I?
Or perhaps you don't love him.
I do! I do! He's kind and good!
You don't love him! You can't!
For what you've done to me, I
should hate and despise you.
Yet here we are, you
cloakless in the wind.
All I can think
of is I love you.
There's no peace on
Earth for me without you.
Oh, I do love you, Heathcliff.
But I fear you just as much.
I know what you are.
If you were to have me, you'd
crush me like a sparrow's egg.
Oh, here on the crag,
you're fierce and wonderful,
and I adore you completely.
But life is not lived
on a point of rock.
Oh, that green and
pleasant valley is my home.
What's to become of me, Cathy?
Stick close to me always.
- You'll stay married to Linton?
- Yes, I must.
- You don't love me, then.
- I do! I do!
Not the way I love you! Here.
If you love me, let your
blood flow down with mine
and stain the
heather at our feet,
and we'll be joined
together here for always.
No!
You can't bear it,
can you, Cathy?!
Can't bear the
thought that love is pain
and desolation and despair.
You'll learn, as I have.
Joseph?
Yes, Master Hindley?
Bottle is almost empty.
Fetch another.
Mr. Heathcliff said you
are not to have more
without his permission.
He said so?
This is humiliation
beyond all bearing.
Where is he?
He's upstairs, preparing
for the party at the Grange.
And what have they to celebrate?
Fetch another, you hear?!
I dare not, sir,
without his permission!
Hindley, must I always find
you in the midst of violence?
It ill becomes you.
What's the matter, Joseph?
Mister Hindley wanted
more brandy, but...
You told him you must
ask my permission first.
Very good, Joseph.
You're not going to the Grange.
Why not?
I'm not only a guest...
I'm the guest of honor.
Miss Isabella herself has
begged my permission.
There's no limit to how
far you will go, is there?
None.
I'll convey your
regrets to the Grange.
Oh, God!
Give me the strength
one day to kill him!
[Waltz playing]
You dance divinely,
Mr. Heathcliff.
Do I?
Then I suppose, after
London and Paris,
our small festivities bore you.
Not in the least.
What is it, Cathy?
I'm watching your
sister. Certainly you won't.
She seems to be
enjoying herself.
Then she must
enjoy playing the fool.
It's merely a mild
flirtation, Cathy.
You take it too seriously.
Do you not know
the danger she runs?
Danger? Cathy, you
must not exaggerate.
Oh, you are blind. If
you won't stop her, I shall.
Isabella?
Isabella, are you an utter fool?
I have nothing to say
to you. I'm going back.
No, you're not.
I love him more than
ever you loved Edgar,
and he might love
me if you'd let him.
He does not love you.
He could never love you.
He's capable of marrying
you for your fortune,
but it would only
be to spite me.
Isabella, listen to me.
Were I not a friend to both...
You? A friend? [Laughs]
You do not believe me, then.
You think I speak from
envy and selfishness.
I'm certain you do,
and I shudder at you.
Ah, Heathcliff.
We were quarreling like
cats about you just now.
My little sister tells me that
if I would but stand aside,
she would shoot a
shaft into your heart
that would fix you forever
and send my image
into eternal oblivion.
Catherine, do not lie.
I said no such thing.
Did you not?! Did you not?!
Mr. Heathcliff, be kind
enough to bid her release me.
What amuses her is painful
to me beyond expression.
I shall have your brother
put you out of the house.
He will not stand by
to see his wife insulted.
You are a vain,
heartless, deceitful woman!
[Laughs]
Edgar!
I will not stay in this
house with your sister.
I will not! I will not!
I must apologize for the
behavior of my sister-in-law.
She's a wild, arrogant creature.
She appalls you,
then, as she does me.
She always has.
You would find
someone quite different
more to your taste, then?
I might.
I have admired you for a
long time, Mr. Heathcliff.
You're a fool. I would
only destroy you.
And were I willing to risk it?
Now, that's for you say.
I am willing.
Well, then...
- Cathy?
- Yes?
You've been crying.
I cannot forget the things
your sister said to me tonight.
Cathy, there's
only one solution.
- What is it?
- He must never come here again.
- Who?
- Heathcliff.
Your sister makes a
spectacle of herself,
and you can only
blame Heathcliff?
It is not only my sister.
If the man brings
only unhappiness,
why should we have him here?
- There is something evil...
- Do not speak of him like that!
If he is evil, you are weak.
Cathy!
You are my wife. I
am responsible for you.
I am Catherine Earnshaw,
and I'm responsible for myself.
You are Catherine Linton!
Just what is he to you, Cathy?
Nothing.
Everything!
Cathy, don't. You're tired.
You don't know
what you're saying.
I brought you this
letter, Mr. Linton.
I thought it might be important.
A letter? But it's
2:00 in the morning.
Joseph just brought it.
It's from Wuthering Heights.
- Give it to me.
- Oh, it's for Mr. Linton.
Miss Cathy, it's
from Miss Isabella.
- Oh?
- Isabella?
"Dear Edgar, by the
time this reaches you,
Heathcliff and I will be
on our way to be married.
Please don't think too..."
No! No, no, no, no, no, no!
No, no!
ANNOUNCER: And now
let's pause for a moment
and look at our program again.
That picture looks
mighty familiar.
Now, I wonder where
I've seen it before.
Well, I'll show you the only
place that you could've seen it.
Here in the October 30th
issue of Life magazine.
And here on page
83 is the picture.
See?
It says, "At last! I'm free...
thanks to my new Westinghouse
frost-free refrigerator."
And what's she free
from? Well, I'll tell you.
Defrosting her
refrigerator, food removal,
messy water, frost scraping.
All the mess and bother
of defrosting is gone forever
because this new
Westinghouse refrigerator
always keeps itself frost-free.
And... shh!
Here's the secret
of how it works.
Now, there you see the skeleton
of the exclusive
Westinghouse frost-free system.
Now, when frost starts to
build up on the freeze chest,
the magic button
signals to a heater
that sends a warm refrigerant
through the coils
of the freeze chest,
quickly melting what
little frost has gathered,
and the defrost water drains
down to the unit compartment.
And there. See? It's gone.
Automatically evaporated.
And the wonder of it is that
defrosting takes place so fast
that ice cream stays
frozen hard just like that.
So when you own
this sensational new
Westinghouse
frost-free refrigerator,
you never have to
remove food like that
or scrape frost
off the freeze chest
or empty messy drip pans
that might sometimes spill.
But don't go looking for a
clock inside this refrigerator,
because there isn't one there.
Now, what is the right time
for a refrigerator
to defrost itself?
At 1:00? Or, say, 5:00?
No, the right time is
when the refrigerator
actually needs defrosting.
And this Westinghouse
frost-free refrigerator defrosts itself
the very moment that
frost begins to build up.
Now, when you go to your dealer
to see this wonderful
new refrigerator,
here's one word that
you must remember.
There... "Westinghouse."
Because Westinghouse makes
the only genuine
frost-free refrigerator
that never needs defrosting
anytime or anyplace.
Remember...
ANNOUNCER: We return now
to "Westinghouse Studio One"
and "Wuthering Heights."
[Thunder rumbles]
Oh, no.
No.
Why is it always your
face looking out at me
from this glass, never my own?
Are our two faces one?
Are we still two torn
halves of each other?
Speak to me. Do
not remain silent.
Speak to me.
Oh. Miss Cathy, dear?
Nelly, you must go
for me to the Heights.
- Mr. Edgar has forbidden me...
- No! You must go.
I ask it.
I want you to see him
with your own eyes.
Come back and tell me how he is.
Please, Cathy, dear.
I ask it.
It is probably the
last favor I will ask.
Oh, very well. I'll go.
[Knock on door]
Come in. It's open.
Ah, Nelly.
Come in, come in.
Are you alone, Mr. Hindley?
Aye. And who is not
alone in this house?
We live here side by side.
And yet each of us is alone.
Cathy is lucky.
She had sense enough to get out.
Cathy is dying, Mr. Hindley.
Dying?
No. She's strong.
Cathy will not die.
She hasn't the will to live.
For all the love and
comfort that is around her,
she, too, is alone.
I think she'd rather
be here in this room.
No, no. She'd do
well to stay away.
It isn't the room alone, all the
dirt and misery it represents.
It's Heathcliff.
In her fever she says his
name over and over again,
like an unending moan,
hopeless and longing.
There is but one way.
I keep this close
to me now always.
Every night, I sneak up
to his door and try the lock.
One night, he'll
forget the bolt,
and I will find him asleep.
It will end then for all of us.
And I will stand...
[Laughs]
and laugh to see his evil brain
limp and dead on
a stained pillow.
Oh, you're mad, Mr. Hindley!
No! He is!
Good evening, Nelly.
We're unused to visitors
here, so you're doubly welcome.
Is Miss Isabella here?
Certainly. Would
you like to see her?
Wife, come down!
We have a visitor!
Oh!
Oh, Miss Isabella. Oh!
Good to see you, Nelly.
Has Edgar sent you?
Edgar? He's forgotten you exist.
Do not tell him you
have seen me, Nelly.
It's better he never know.
No. I won't tell him.
Tell him. By all
means, tell him.
Miss Isabella deserves better
for her love for you than this.
I never loved her. I
told her so from the start.
Is it my fault it's taken her
so long to learn to hate me?
Or have you even yet
the spirit to hate me?
I loathe you with all my heart.
Tell your master I
never in all my life
beheld such an
abject thing as she.
She even disgraces
the name of Linton.
That's the talk of a
madman, Mr. Heathcliff!
Do not listen to
a word he speaks.
He's a lying fiend.
A monster, not a human being.
I pray every hour
that he will forget his
diabolical prudence and kill me.
The one pleasure I
can imagine is to die...
Or see him dead.
NELLY: Oh!
Nelly, how is she?
- How is she?!
- She has small chance to live.
What are you saying?
It is due to you. She
wants only to forget you.
- You're lying.
- She is not herself.
Small wonder,
with that insipid,
pallid creature
tending her from
duty and humanity!
You might as well plant
an oak in a flowerpot
and expect it to thrive.
Nelly, I must see her.
You must tell me
when I may come!
Never! Not if you
want her to stay alive.
Then I shall come of my own!
I should tell you no more, dear.
You're tired. You
ought to sleep.
Sleep?
And see the walls of Wuthering
Heights closing in about me?
The dirt. The ugliness.
The cruelty.
Oh, Nelly, it should
not have come to this...
For him or for me.
Nelly, how much was I to blame?
Oh, hush, child. You
were never to blame.
No, I was, I was.
But, Nelly, I must see
him again, if only once.
Oh, Nelly, if there's
evil in his heart,
there's as much in mine.
HEATHCLIFF: Cathy? Cathy?
Cathy!
Cathy?
Nelly, there's someone
outside. I know it!
No, dear. No, no.
That's twice today
you've lied to me.
I won't have it.
You're a stupid, meddling
woman! Now, get out, get out!
Oh, I'm only trying
to save you, darling.
I'm past saving, past
living, past everything.
Now, get out.
If I have to go, I want
to do it my own way.
Get out! Get out!
- NELLY: [Sobbing]
- HEATHCLIFF: Cathy?
Heathcliff! I knew you'd come.
I knew it, I knew it.
Oh, Heathcliff.
Heathcliff! Heathcliff!
Heathcliff!
Cathy!
Oh, my life. How can I bear it?
You've broken my heart.
I have no pity for you. None.
You killed me, and
you've driven on it.
How many years do you
mean to live after I'm gone?
- Cathy, don't!
- Will you remember me?
Will you be happy
when I'm in the earth?
Will you say 20
years from today,
"That's the grave of
Catherine Earnshaw.
I loved her once,
but that's long ago"?
- Will you say that?!
- Don't talk to me! Have pity.
Isn't it enough for
your infernal selfishness
that while you lie in
peace, I shall writhe in hell?
I will not be at peace,
and I will take you
with me in my soul!
All I want is to go.
I'm so tired of being here.
Cathy, how could you
betray your own heart?
I've not one word
of comfort for you.
You deserve this. You love me.
What right have you to leave me?
Answer me! What right?
No, no. It's too late.
It will always be
too late for us.
Remember me.
Be close to me in my death.
Oh, I loved you.
And I lost you.
- And now you've lost me.
- No.
There must be someplace
where we can be
together forever in peace.
Peace?
Peace? Who talks of peace?
Cathy, may you wake in torment.
Catherine Earnshaw, may you
not rest as long as I am living!
Haunt me! Let your
ghost be with me always!
Let it drive me mad,
only don't leave me
alone in this abyss
where I cannot find you.
Oh, God!
[Speaks indistinctly]
I cannot live without my love.
I cannot live without my life!
I remember, dear sister,
when Nelly here
looked like your mother.
[Chuckles]
Now see what time has done.
Time and Heathcliff.
Nelly could be your sister.
And you my father.
But he does not age.
The devil in him
keeps him young.
For 20 years we've waited.
But he'll never die!
JOSEPH: I've seen him!
I've seen him up at
Cathy's grave on the crag.
He was... He was digging
away at it with all his might.
NELLY: Ohh. He's mad.
He must've been out
in the storm all night.
We must go to him, Joseph.
It won't kill him.
Maybe. Maybe this is it.
Perhaps she's got him at last.
Let's... Let's drink
on it, Hindley.
[Laughs]
[Wind howling]
Cathy.
Cathy, Cathy, Cathy.
Cathy.
It's been so long a time.
The nights I've left the
window open for you.
Why haven't you
led me out after you?
My darling, take pity on me.
Tell me it's all over.
I can rest my
cheek against yours.
We could be
together at last forever.
ANNOUNCER: Before we look
at next week's
Westinghouse program,
here is something well
worth remembering.
Whether it's building a
skyscraper, driving your car,
writing a letter, or
just threading a needle,
you're using steel.
Nowadays our very
existence depends on steel.
Westinghouse helps to
meet ever-growing demands
for this critical metal
with a sureness
that is part and parcel
of Westinghouse products.
For instance, thanks to
the speed and sureness
of powerful Westinghouse
marine turbines
that turn the propellers,
ships on the Great Lakes
carrying precious
ore for making steel
get in two extra
round trips a season...
Two extra round
trips with ore for steel
before winter and ice close down
all shipping on the Great Lakes.
These huge unloaders
scooping 20 tons at a bite
play their part, too, in
the race against winter.
Westinghouse electric
motors supply power
to unload a 15,000-ton
boat in a mere four hours.
Whether it's the marine
turbine to turn a ship's propeller
or the electric motor to
turn your Laundromat...
for home or business,
farm or factory...
Next week,
"Westinghouse Studio One"
will present "The Blonde Comes
First," starring Lee Bowman.
This is Paul Branson saying
good night for Westinghouse,
inviting you to be with
us again next week.
Meanwhile, stop
in at your dealer's
and see those wonderful new
Westinghouse television sets,
which can be adapted for color
if and when color television
is available in your area.
And see the world's only
genuine frost-free refrigerator...
The Westinghouse.
And now, until next
week, good night.
This is CBS, where you
get the election results best...
The Columbia
Broadcasting System.