Wuthering Heights

First I found the place.

I wondered who had lived there.

What their lives were like.

Something whispered to my mind,

and I began to write.

My pen creates stories

of a world that might have been...

a world of my imagining.

And here is one I'm going to tell.

But take care...

not to smile at any part of it.

It begins with a stranger.

- Mr. Heathcliff? - Mr. Heathcliff?

- You'll have to wait. - You'll have to wait.

Who are you?

Lockwood.

Your new tenant up at the Grange.

I'm surprised you'd choose a storm to go wandering

about in, Mr. Lockwood.

Well, I, um... I lost my way out on the moor.

Is the Grange far?

Perhaps I could get a guide from amongst your lads.

You could not.

I'll go with him as far

as the park.

You'll go with him to hell.

Mr. Heathcliff, if I'm not

to have a guide to take me up to the Grange,

I shall have to sleep here tonight.

I don't keep accommodation for strangers.

Or I'll sleep in the chair.

There's a room they don't use.

Don't leave it by the window.

Why not?

"Catherine Heathcliff."

"Catherine Linton."

"Catherine Earnshaw."

Let me in.

Who the devil put you in there?

The devil is right.

She's...

Her face.

She looked like...

You should not have gone in there.

Lockwood has stumbled into the end of a strange story...

a story that began 30 years before

when an old man returned to Wuthering Heights...

weary after a long journey.

He's coming!

Joseph.

All right, don't rush me.

Father!

Ah, home again, Cathy.

What have you brought me, Father?

Cathy, give Father a chance to draw breath.

Just wait and see. Wait and see.

Oh, my Lord.

I found him...

starving in the streets of 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 of his own?

He's part of our family now.

That's your brother... Hindley,

and this...

is your new sister...

Cathy.

Offer your hand as I showed you.

Earnshaw named him Heathcliff.

Cathy was drawn to the silent, self-possessed boy.

But it was hardness, not gentleness

that kept him silent.

Nothing here belongs to you...

not now, not ever.

From the very first,

Heathcliff was more Cathy's brother than Hindley.

Like all wild things,

she shared with him a love of the open moor.

The rock and the lowering skies.

Oh, 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...

Grant this, we beseech Thee, O merciful Father,

through Jesus Christ,

Amen.

Your quarters are in the stables from now on.

Heathcliff!

Morning, Cathy.

Morning.

"Then Rab-shakeh stood

and cried with a loud voice

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

"Hearken not to Hezekiah,

for thus bade the king of Assyria

make an agreement with me by a present."

"And come out to me and eat thee every one of his vine

and every one of his fig tree

and drink ye everyone

the waters of his own cistern...

until I come and take you away to a land like your own land,

a land of corn and wine,"

Hindley, don't...

"a land of bread and vineyards."

Stop it...

"Beware, lest Hezekiah persuade you."

What, done already?

When Father was alive, we could play on Sunday.

Why not let them be, Hindley?

You put these two down to their scriptures.

And be sure to examine them on it this time.

Heather...

Animal.

Pepper.

Pepper?

Pepper.

feels like tree bark.

Sliver birch.

Sliver birch?

Mm. But it's warmer.

My turn.

Shame on you.

Think of your souls!

Master Hindley! Master Hindley!

What are you thinking about?

I was thinking about the sea.

You ever seen the sea?

No, I was too little.

I don't remember.

My life didn't begin until I...

until I...

Who sent you?

Nobody.

Was it a bird?

Bird.

Or a tree?

No, a bird.

Or the wind.

No, a bird.

I don't know.

Do you know anything?

Can you talk to trees?

No.

Talk to the wind?

Mm-mm.

Let's send your spirit into that tree.

Where?

There.

There?

Make it talk to us.

Talk to me.

Listen.

Oh, listen.

They're calling your name.

How did you do that?

I can do lots of things.

What things?

Stand up.

Where are you going?

Come here.

Come back here.

Come here.

Close your eyes.

Close your eyes.

If, when you open your eyes,

the day is sunny and bright,

so shall your future be.

But if the day is full of storms,

so shall be your life.

Now,

open your eyes.

What have you done?

I don't care.

Do you hear me?

I don't care.

Where are you going?

To have a look.

Come on!

Sheltered in a valley, carpeted in crimson,

the Grange, home of Edgar Linton

and Isabella, his sister.

Doesn't it make you wish you'd been adopted

by the Lintons?

I wouldn't give up what I have

for a thousand lives like the Lintons.

Come on.

Come on! Come on! This way!

Come! Come!

Go on! Run!

Oh, no, you don't!

Make room.

Ooh, my goodness.

It's Catherine Earnshaw, Father.

- Uh, Fitz. - Yes, sir.

You had better send for Dr. Kenneth.