Wuthering Heights

Who the hell are you?

Says he's the new tenant from the Grange.

Joseph Lockwood, ma'am.

Is Mr. Heathcliff at home?

- Guess we'll have to wait for him.

Rough weather.

Then why come out in it?

Ah, Mr Heathcliff.

It was a social call, no more.

Just to pay my respects to my landlord.

And to offer you the services of Nelly Dean back here,

I have my own attendants with me,

so I shall not require her at the Grange.

Though, of course you are welcome to visit at any time.

You must still consider the Grange as your home.

And now I ought...

I ought to be getting back

before the weather grows any worse.

If you could spare me a guide

from among your lads...

I'm afraid I might lose my way in the dark.

I have no lads.

- Then it follows I must stay the night.

- You must share a bed with Joseph or Hareton if you do.

I shall sleep in a chair.

- And have you ranging my house in the night?

- I'll go with him as far as the park.

You'll go with him to hell!

- What if he stumbles into a bog and dies?

Do you want another death on your conscience?

Insolent bitch!

Stay if you will, then.

Only be gone by morning.

I certainly shall.

Nelly can bring the chaise.

- An awful Sunday.

How I wish Father were still alive.

Hindley is a detestable substitute.

His conduct to Heathcliff gets worse and worse.

Heathcliff and I are going to rebel.

I looked out of my window

and he was waiting in the yard.

I knew he wanted to meet on the moor.

Of course I went.,

knowing we could not be colder out there

than we are in this house.

Let me in!

Let me in!

How did you get in here?

The window!

A face!

A girl!

"Let me in", she kept saying!

Get out, get out!

Cathy! Cathy!

Cathy!

You show yourself to him.

Why not to me?

Come back one more time!

Cathy!

Cathy!

Hindley!

Hindley, he's back!

Father!

Where have you been?

- We've been waiting. - Did you get my fiddle?

I've got a surprise for you.

What is it?

- This is your new brother, Cathy.

Found him in Liverpool, Nelly.

On the streets, starving.

- You don't mean to keep it? - Of course.

We'll call him Heathcliff.

Mrs. Earnshaw and I had a boy of that name,

you kow, who died.

- But where's my fiddle, father?

You promised to bring me back a fiddle.

Get those rags off.

What about my whip?

Off with them, I said.

- Lost, Cathy darling, I'm afraid.

Filthy little gypsy.

That'll do.

To bed, both of you,

if you can't behave any better than that!

Go on!

Get on up them stairs, now!

- What do you want another son for?

Go on!

Get upstairs.

What's that Devil's noise?

Thou was set to read the word of the Lord.

Not to sit there gibbering like a monkey.

- Just 'cause you're Father's pet

doesn't mean we want you here.

Why don't you go?

You don't belong here.

Hindley!

Hindley, don't!

Devil take you!

I'll get him!

Don't worry.

He'll be gone to college soon.

Kneel.

Kneel.

Up, up.

Walk on.

Slow down.

Slow down!

Heathcliff!

Come back.

Heathcliff?

Heathcliff?

I know you're in here.

Come here.

You must have come from somewhere.

Africa?

Spain?

India?

Egypt?

China, then.

You were the son of an emperor.

You grew up in paradise.

I came to paradise.

Listen.

What can you hear?

Curlew.

What else?

Lark.

What else?

My heart.

It's my heart.

It's both of them.

Beating together.

Listen.

What are they for?

- To kill anyone that tries to take you from me.

Well, who would do that?

Evil spirits.

Do you really believe in that?

Yes.

Don't you?

I believe in ghosts.

In beings who've left this world

and want to come back.

So do I.

Who hath woe, who hath sorrow,

who hath contentions, who hath babbling,

who hath wounds without gauze,

who hath redness of eyes.

What is it?

Father!

We must send for Hindley.

Hindley.

Cathy.

This is Frances, my wife.

My new sister.

- Well, then, let's get on with it.

Get some wood.

Are you deaf?

I could make one of the spare rooms

into a parlour for you.

There's no need.

I like this.

It's so quaint and rustic.

Isn't it, Cathy?

I'm going to be happy here.

So you are, my darling.

Let's go to bed.

Bolt the outer door, Joseph.

Master.

Let Heathcliff back in first.

He will not.

He can bring in the wood in the morning.

- Hindley! - Do as I say, Joseph!

- Tell him he can sleep in the stable from now on.

He likes horses.

You can't just lock him out!

Listen to her.

You'll have to show her what manners are.

Tyrant!

- Master says thou art to sleep in the stable.

Ah-ah.

Do as he says from now on.

An awful Sunday.

How I wish Father were still alive.

Hindley is a detestable substitute.

His conduct to Heathcliff gets worse and worse.

Heathcliff and I are going to rebel.

Where?

Where?

Show me.

Stand still.

Find it yourself.

I might tread on them.

Walk.