Wuthering Heights

Agh!

It's him, it's Dad. He's here. That'll be him now, Nelly.

- Here. About time, I've been worried.

Good lad.

Dad! I've been waiting for you. Have you got my things?

- Have you got my whip? - Easy, Cathy, hold on.

Did you get my Whip?

Slow down. Where have you been?

There you are, sir. Joseph.

Mr Earnshaw, sir. We were worried, what with t'weather.

You're soaked through. Come and sit by t'fire.

Get yourself warmed up, sir.

Hold on. I've got a surprise for you.

Leave him.

I found him in the street.

Well, he had no one.

- So I thought... - What'?

It was the Christian thing to do.

Say hello.

Fairydog!

Shame on you, Catherine Earnshaw! Go on!

Nelly, can you clean him up?

Let go! No.

Give me the jacket.

Just fuck off, Fairydog.

You ungrateful little...

Sleep well?

Move.

Are you hurt?

Can you understand me?

Come.

Come on!

Come on!

That's a hen harrier.

That's a moorcock.

That's a lapwing, my favourite.

You say it. Lapwing.

Lapkwing.

Lapwing.

"For I will take you from among the heathen"

"and gather you out of all countries"

"and will bring you into your own land."

"Then will I sprinkle clean water upon you and ye shall be clean."

"From all your filthiness and from all your idols,

will I cleanse you."

And what will be his name?

Heathcliff.

Heathcliff, do you reject Satan?

Come on.

No, lad.

Don't struggle, now.

Be still.

Hey, Heathcliff. Heathcliff!

Cathy?!

Cathy!

Cathy?!

He's gone.

Close your eyes.

Come on, it's nice.

Open your mouth.

Heathens.

- God forgive you both. Eh? But we didn't...

Get to your room and shut up!

I don't want to see you again tonight!

Steady!

Come on.

Whoa, whoa, whoa.

Hey!

Steady.

Which one would you like, Heathcliff?

Eh? You need your own.

- The grey. - Excellent.

Hindley, you can have the other.

Come on.

Come on.

There's something wrong.

I think he's lame.

Where you going?

Give me your horse.

Fuck off, you dog.

Want me to show him what you do?

I'll tell him.

Take my horse, then, you damn gypsy.

I hope it breaks your neck and kicks your fucking brains out.

Let me see.

I'm sorry.

You know, I've tried to teach you.

Tried to show you how to be a good Christian.

I'd hoped you'd have treated him like he was your brother.

He's not my brother, he's a nigger.

You leave me no option, lad. Hold your hand out.

Hand out!

Out!

Now get out of me sight.

I hope you don't feel pleasure at this.

Hey, look at me.

Joseph!

Come here!

Here we are, lad. Give it here.

Grab that. Look after yourself, Hindley.

An education'll be the making of you, lad.

- Go on. - Take care, sir.

Safe journey, lad.

- In you get. Bye, Hindley.

Bye, Hindley. Mind how you go.

Ow!

- Dad! - Cathy!

Bad child.

How can I love you? I regret the day that you were born.

Go on, both of you. Go and get out of those wet clothes.

Hey!

And ask God to forgive you both.

Sing for us, Cathy.

Why can't you always be such a good lass, Cathy?

Why can't you always be such a good man, Father?

What the devil were that?

Go see to it, Heathcliff.

Just go! Go and fetch the doctor!

Will you just go now, woman?!

Right, Cathy. Come on, out!

Come on!

No, I'm not leaving my dad! - Cathy!

- Cathy, get upstairs, will you? No! No! No!

Heathcliff! Take Cathy upstairs!

Now!

Let me see my dad!

It's Hindley.

He's got someone wi' 'im.

Hello, Hindley.

Hey, good girl. You're home. Who's her?

Here we are, love.

Well... welcome home, sir.

Joseph, meet my wife, Frances.