[ Crowd murmuring ] Woman: "Wuthering Heights" company, this is your act one beginner's call.

Please stand by, full company, for your act one beginner's.

[ Thunder crashes, maniacal laughing ] [ Grunts ] Hello!

Ah!

Hello!

[ Grunting ] I say!

Is there anyone here?

[ Wind whistling, rain pattering ] Ho!

Ho!

Mr. Heathcliff, I presume?

Christmas greetings, dear neighbor!

I am Mr. Lockwood, your new tenant, sir.

I wanted to call as soon as possible to express the hope that I have not inconvenienced you with my occupation of Thrushcross Grange!

Thrushcross Grange is mine, sir, and I should not allow anyone to inconvenience me.

Ah.

Oh!

No, no!

Oh!

[ Panting ] Hello!

May I come in?

It really is a little windy out here.

At last!

The warm Yorkshire family welcome I've heard so much about.

I could murder a cup of tea.

♪♪ Oh.

Oh, there we are.

Ah, hello there.

[ Growls ] You'd better leave the dog alone.

She's not kept for a pet.

Ah, I understand.

[ Growls, barks ] Aah!

Get down!

Ow!

Oh, thank you.

I confess I didn't expect my entrance to be so exciting.

I'd love that cuppa to calm my nerves.

Were you asked?

What?

Were you asked to tea?

Well, no.

I was not asked, but perhaps you could ask me now.

[ Cup clatters ] [ Growling ] Oh!

Can someone help me, please?

She doesn't meddle with people who touch nothing.

I haven't touched anything!

Please!

[ Growling ] [ Grunting ] Oh, thank you, sir.

And thank you kind...lad.

Why are you here?

I am come, sir, out of festive politeness.

However... [ Screaming ] I fear I might be weather-bound.

Might you afford me a bed for the night?

Why would you select a storm to ramble about in?

Even people familiar with these moors would get lost on such a night.

Perhaps your lad could guide me.

No, he could not.

Well, then, I will have to trust to my own finely tuned sense of direction and survival instincts.

Farewell.

[ Screaming ] Oh!

Please!

Dear and amiable lady, please help me shelter from the storm.

Amiable lady?

I see no amiable lady here.

Where is she?

Well, her.

Mrs. Heathcliff, your wife.

Mrs. Heathcliff is dead.

Oh.

Forgive me, sir.

This Mrs. Heathcliff is my daughter-in-law.

Ah.

Ah, I see now that you are the favored possessor of this beneficent fairy.

You are wrong, sir.

We neither of us own your beneficent fairy.

Her mate is dead.

I said she was my daughter-in-law, therefore, she must have married my son.

-And this young man is... -Not my son.

His name is Hareton Earnshaw, and I'd counsel you to respect it.

I've shown him no disrespect.

Ow!

Oh!

This visit was clearly a mistake.

Sirs, madam, good night!

And, oh!

If you hear of me being discovered dead in a bog or a pit full of snow, your conscience won't whisper once that it is partly your fault, will it?

Farewell.

[ Screaming ] Oh!

It is too wild.

I need your help, kind sir.

I implore you to let me stay.

If you stay, you must share a bed with Hareton.

Very well.

Oh!

No, no, no.

No, please.

I will happily sleep in this chair.

I will not permit a stranger to range about freely while I am off guard.

I am not a stranger, I am your tenant, sir.

Look, I will not range and I will not touch.

Please, show me some kindness.

[ Growling ] Oh!

Oh, for G-- Not again, you bugger!

Oh, please, if you could -- Oh!

Sir!

Madam!

Madam!

Now, all to bed.

Mr. Lockwood, you may find a corner to rest in.

But remember... touch nothing.

[ Thunder crashes ] [ Wind whistling ] [ Rain pattering ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ -Catherine Earnshaw.

-Catherine Earnshaw.

-Catherine Heathcliff.

-Catherine Heathcliff.

-Catherine Linton.

-Catherine Linton.

[ Banging on window ] Catherine Earnshaw.

Catherine Heathcliff.

Catherine Heathcliff.

Catherine Earnshaw.

Ca-- I must stop that infernal tapping!

Oh.

Let me in!

Let me in!

Who are you?

Catherine Linton.

Linton?

Why Linton?

I had read Earnshaw and Heathcliff 20 times for Linton.

I'm come home!

Oh!

I lost my way on the moor!

[ Grunts ] [ Screams ] Let me in!

How can I let you in when you hold on to me so tight?

Let me go!

Release your grip if you want me to let you in!

Oh!

Aah!

Begone, minx!

I'll never let you in, not if you beg for 20 years.

It is 20 years?

It is 20 years.

I've been a waif for 20 years!

Oh, God!

Who is here?

It is I, sir, Lockwood.

I'm sorry I disturbed you.

Who showed you to this room?

Who was it?

Tell me!

Sir, it was I.

In the absence of any hospitality from you or your companions, I found this room of my own accord.

And I wish, sir, that I had not.

This place is swarming with ghosts and goblins.

The wicked little soul told me she had been walking the Earth for 20 years.

A punishment for her living transgressions, no doubt.

How dare you!

God, He is mad to speak to me so!

Mr. Lockwood, be gone.

I will!

And do not fear a repetition of my visit.

I'm now quite cured of trying to seek friendship!

-Go!

-Ah!

Catherine!

My heart's darling, come in!

Catherine, come in.

Can you hear me?

Please!

♪ Oh ♪ Oh ♪ Oh ooh Okay.

Aah!

Who are you?

I am the Yorkshire Moor.

♪ Ah Hey!

♪ I am the Moor ♪ Ravaged by the stabbing rain ♪ [ Whistle ] ♪ Wizened by the rascal sun [ Grunting ] ♪ Tormented and mighty ♪ I hold fast ♪ I am the Moor [ Whooping ] ♪ Nothing here can shift me ♪ Nothing here can change me [ Grunting ] ♪ I stick to the earth ♪ And I stick to my story ♪ I am the Moor ♪♪ ♪ I am the Moor ♪ My story is wide as the crushing horizon ♪ ♪ Deep as the roots that anchor ♪ ♪ My story is bigger than passing fancies ♪ ♪ Bigger than cruelty ♪ My story turns the planet ♪ And it's turning now ♪ But I hold fast ♪ I am the Moor ♪♪ [ Applause ] What are you doing here?

I am trying to find my way home!

Your home?

Yes.

The warm and welcoming Thrushcross Grange.

I cannot understand why Mr. Heathcliff would choose to live in this godforsaken place whilst renting The Grange to me.

Is he not rich enough for comfort?

Oh!

He is rich!

He has all the money in the world!

He had a son, it seems?

Yes, he did.

Linton Heathcliff.

He is dead.

So the young lady, Mrs. Heathcliff... is Linton's Heathcliff's widow?

Yes.

She is Linton Heathcliff's widow and daughter of Edgar Linton... also dead.

So, she was born Catherine Linton, then became Catherine Heathcliff.

So who is Catherine Earnshaw?

Let me in!

Let me in!

[ All shushing ] And who is Hareton Earnshaw?

He is the late Mrs. Linton's nephew.

Mrs. Linton?

Edgar Linton's wife.

Young Cathy's mother.

[ Shushing ] Then Hareton is young Cathy's cousin?

Yes.

This is all too difficult.

Far, far too difficult.

How is anyone expected to follow this?

All: Try harder!

Well, everyone is related, all the names sound the same, and everyone is very, very cross with me!

I am cold, I am tired, and I'm not ashamed to say, a little bit frightened.

I am going home.

Stay.

You are doing really well.

I do not -- All: Stay!

Concentrate!

No one said that this was going to be easy.

Mrs. Heathcliff's husband was also her cousin.

She had one on her mother's side... Hareton.

...and one on her father's side.

Linton?

So, Heathcliff must have married Edgar Linton's sister.

Isabella.

Yes.

Dead?

All dead.

Enough!

I'm going home.

How is he?

Who?

Heathcliff!

Oh!

He's a rough, rude, and rebellious fellow Rough as a saw edge, and hard as whinstone!

The less you meddle with him, the better.

Yet it is him that haunts me.

Tell me, where did he come from?

He were found by Mr. Earnshaw at the Liverpool docks.

Yep!

♪ Ahh ♪♪ [ All vocalizing ] ♪♪ [ Whooping ] ♪♪ [ Indistinct conversation ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Gulls crying ] Hello.

Hey.

There's no need to be afraid.

Who do you belong to?

Eh?

Where's your father?

Your master?

Right, let's see if we can get you some help, shall we?

[ Vocalizing ] Hey!

[ Laughs ] As you like, boy.

[ Laughs ] As you like.

♪♪ Oh, you're back, are you?

♪♪ What's your story, eh?

[ Indistinct chatter ] Look at him!

See how he shines.

Like black granite in the Liverpool rain.

The words fall from him like chips from a sugar loaf.

What have those young eyes seen, eh?

A short lifetime of pain is my guess.

And a short lifetime of loss.

Well, I'll never know where you've been, but I do know where you're going.

You're coming with me, lad.

Here's to long life and happiness.

Can you say that, lad?

All: Long life and happiness!

I'm taking you home to Wuthering Heights, where you can meet my children, Catherine and Hindley.

Catherine and Hindley Earnshaw.

I'm home!

Father, Father!

Father, Father!

Father!

Father!

Now, then, my little juniper berries, you didn't think your Father would come home empty-handed, did you?

Together: What have you bought for us Father?

Close your eyes... Oh, please let it be a fiddle.

I want a fiddle.

Please let it be a whip.

I want a whip.

No fiddles or whips today, my little skylarks.

Open your eyes!

[ Both gasp ] What is that?

"That", my Loves, is a new member of our family!

I've named him Heathcliff.

Both: Heathcliff?

Yes, Heathcliff.

I cannot say why, but I adore the boy.

He's as fine as a lapwing and as rare as Cloudberry and I love him as my own.

Welcome to the family, Heathcliff.

[ Grunting ] You are not family and never will be!

[ Sniffles ] [ Grunts ] Um... Come on Heathcliff, I'll teach you the language of Yorkshire.

[ Both laughing ] ♪♪ Red grouse!

Snipe!

♪♪ Bog Rosemary!

Ah.

Adder!

♪♪ Both: Bracken!

♪♪ [ Giggles ] [ Both laugh ] Ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah, ah.

Whoops!

Give it back.

No!

I said give it back!

You go back!

Go back to where you came from!

This is my home!

Give it back, or I'll tell your father the three thrashings you've given me this week.

Make that four!

[ Grunts ] [ Grunting ] Off, dog!

Go on.

Hit me.

Hit me and I'll tell your father how you threatened to throw me out the doors as soon as he dies.

[ Growls ] [ Grunts ] Hindley!

If you want the crown, you'll have to take me on, too.

I've fight enough in me to take on an army.

Yup!

[ Shouting ] [ Grunting, shouting ] Take it then, Gypsy!

[ Grunts ] Take it, and wheedle my father out of all he has.

I hope one day he kicks the brains out of your head!

[ Grunts ] Hey, hey, hey, hey!

There'll be no more fighting!

Not as long as I have breath in my body.

Do you hear me?!

I said, did you hear me?

All: Yes, father.

I love you all the same, whether you were born under this roof, or under another sky, altogether.

I have enough love for all and so should you.

Understood?

All: Understood.

Well, that, then, is that.

But that, was not that.

[ Grunting ] Whoo!

Whoo!

[ Whimpers ] [ Grunts ] Enough!

That's enough!

Get out!

Did you hear me?!

Get out of my house!

But I'm your son!

You're no son of mine.

♪♪ [ Growls ] Heathcliff.

It's just you and me now!

[ Both laughing ] Whoo-hoo!

[ Shouting ] Catherine!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

Calm down!

Let's go up there!

No.

Yeah, Heathcliff.

Come on!

[ Indistinct chatter ] Father!

Hey.

Get back -- [ Whines ] Get back here this minute!

[ Whining ] [ Blows raspberry ] Hey, hey, hey!

Do not try your tricks with me.

I will not bear thy whipping and ordering.

I'm never so happy as when all are scolding me at once!

[ Laughs ] Thou art worse than thy brother.

I rue the day I reared thee!

[ Fake sobs ] [ Laughs ] [ Laughs ] Then came the hour that ended Mr. Earnshaw's troubles on earth.

Hey, hey.

Come Cath-- Cathy!

Heathcliff!

Be still, my wild ones.

Eh?

Be still.

♪♪ Why canst thou not always be a good lass, Cathy?

Why canst thou not always be a good man, father?

[ Chuckles ] Just rest a while with me here, eh?

Be at peace.

Cathy, sing me that song that I love.

♪♪ ♪ The Bluebell is the sweetest flower ♪ ♪ That waves in summer air ♪ Its blossom has the mightiest power ♪ ♪ To soothe my spirit's care ♪ ♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh ♪♪ I'm coming.

First, I'll bid him good night.

♪♪ Oh, he's dead, Heathcliff!

He's dead!

[ Sobbing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Both singing ] ♪ The Bluebell cannot charm me now ♪ ♪ The heath has lost its bloom ♪ The violets in the glen below ♪ ♪ They yield no sweet perfume ♪ Ahh, ahh, ahh ♪♪ God rest his soul, poor man.

Poor man?!

He fanned the flames of hatred with his careless affections.

Oh.

With his charity, he upset the natural order of things.

Ah.

Speaking of the natural order of things.

I'm home!

Brother.

Hello, Catherine.

Heathcliff.

Hindley.

Close your eyes.

Go on.

Close your eyes.

♪♪ Ta-da!

This is Frances, my wife.

Go on, take a seat.

Take a seat.

That's it.

We are now the Master and Mistress of Wuthering Heights.

[ Laughs ] Oh, Hindley!

I love it!

Oh, I totally love it!

Look at the fire!

Oh, look at the pewter plates.

Oh, look at the children!

Oh, I truly love it.

I love everything!

What she was, and where she was from, Hindley never uttered.

Well, one can only assume that she had neither money nor name, or else he wouldn't have kept the marriage from his father.

Oh!

I just love having a little sister!

Catherine, come here and let me comb your hair.

Oh.

[ Giggles ] We shall be fine friends, won't we?

Not if you comb me hair.

Oh.

Oh, well, what can I do to help?

I love to help.

And I love you!

[ Giggles ] What can I do?

Please.

Something?

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

Oh!

I'm shaking!

Oh, I'm shaking!

Catherine, sister!

Please, come to my aid.

Oh!

Hold me sister!

Hold me!

Please!

I fear I'm dying.

Dying?

You're as likely to die as I am.

Get up.

I cannot.

See?

I am a-quiver.

Get up, you silly woman.

[ Gasps ] I am not silly.

I am unwell.

I cannot mount the stairs without losing my breath, and the least sudden noise sets my nerves a-jangle.

And... [Coughing] I cough sometimes.

Heathcliff.

Look at our new Mistress.

She quivers and jangles and gasps like a new born foal!

[ Coughing ] [ Mockingly ] And she coughs!

[ Mocking coughs ] [ Heathcliff and Catherine mocking coughs ] Hindley!

Husband!

Help me!

Oh!

Hindley!

Hey, hey, hey, hey!

I'm dying!

Oh, I'm dying!

Catherine!

I'm dying!

[ Laughs ] [ Breathing heavily ] Okay, okay.

Shh, shh, shh, shh, shh, shh.

What's the matter now, wife?

It was him.

Who?

Heathcliff.

He mocked me, husband.

He intimidated and he scorned me.

Did he, indeed?

Come on.

Up you go.

Frances, you are the Mistress now, and you must behave like one.

Go and wash your face.

I will deal with this.

There we are, love.

There we are.

[ Teacup rattling ] [ Coughs ] Get out.

She were lying.

It weren't just Heathcliff.

I said get out!

You no longer live at Wuthering Heights.

Hindley, no!

You are no longer a guest, you are no longer a visitor, and you are even less family.

Please!

From now on, you will sleep outside, like a dog.

Your lessons will cease, and you will work for your keep.

And if -- if I see you set foot inside this house, or hear you so much as whisper to my wife or my sister, you will be flogged like the beast you are!

[ Exhales deeply ] Unh-unh.

Do you understand me?!

[ Scoffs ] I said, do you un-der-stand?

I understand.

♪♪ ♪ Be careful what you seed ♪ This black bog will close it's fist ♪ ♪ Around anything it can snag ♪ Cloudberry and Crowberry might dance on the surface ♪ ♪ But bracken grips the bog in a headlock ♪ ♪ A scatter of yellow stars might seem to welcome hope ♪ ♪ But the adder slides beneath.

The adder slides beneath ♪ ♪ And what of the rage that is planted?

♪ ♪ The hate and jealousy that has slipped into our watery beds?

♪ ♪ Oh, they grow alright ♪ They are coming along nicely, thank you ♪ ♪ In the warm, wet earth ♪ And it grows ♪ Be careful what you seed But why did Heathcliff stay?

[ Scoffs ] If someone had said those terrible words to me I would have booked a first class ticket to town immediately.

He stayed for Catherine.

It was always, and only ever about Catherine.

Why are you here?

I missed you.

You could be inside in the warm.

I like it out here.

You could be reading a book or embroidering an apron.

I could.

[ Scoffs ] [ Shouting, laughing ] Come on, let's run.

♪♪ What did you learn today?

Nothing.

I saw you through the window.

I was learning to spell.

To cast a spell?

[ Laughs ] No.

To spell my words in the way they tell me.

But they're stupid.

My words make sense to me, so why should I care if others can read them or not?

If I ruled the world, we'd all spell as we wish and sing as we wish and dance as we wish.

Teach me to spell.

Mm, you've no need for writing.

But I might.

If I am to rule the world, I need to be able to play my enemies at their own game.

Very well.

I will teach you.

I'll teach you everything, Then we can rule the world together.

♪ Ha!

♪ We shouldn't laugh, but this is something ♪ ♪ We don't often see ♪ Look!

♪ Look how they slip through the earth's drag ♪ ♪ Find gravity in each other ♪ Where does one end and the other begin?

♪ [ Breathing heavily ] ♪♪ ♪ Oi!

♪ Watch it!

♪ I said watch it, you two!

♪ Ha!

♪ We shouldn't laugh, but this is something ♪ ♪ We don't often see ♪ This is something rare and wild ♪ ♪ Like Juniper and bog rosemary ♪ ♪♪ What is that?

It's a bird.

Where is it?

Oh, it's a Merlin.

Where's it's mother?

It's been abandoned.

I'll call it "Heathcliff," after you!

Do not name the poor creature after me.

I am not to be pitied.

Then I shall call him Nero.

Nero?

You really don't know anything, do you?

How can I know things when I work like a slave and sleep with the animals?

Nero was a great Roman Emperor.

He was adopted by his uncle, he was no ordinary man.

He was an actor, and a poet, and a murderer, he cared deeply, and he cared not at all.

He was ruthless and fierce.

He was a magnificent tyrant.

I like this Nero.

So do I.

♪ Careful!

♪ I said careful, you two!

♪ This free fall is all very well ♪ ♪ But hold on tight to the curve of the earth ♪ ♪ Or it will flick you off ♪ Can you hear me?

Let's go back.

It's getting dark.

No.

I can see lights flickering at Thrushcross Grange.

Let's go and see how the Linton's pass their Sunday evenings.

I doubt they spend them shivering outside, while others sit laughing before the fire.

Come on.

We can fright them with our faces at their fancy fireside.

♪ You're pushing your luck, you two ♪ ♪ Or is it one?

♪ Oi!

♪ You're pushing your luck!

♪ Wild ones!

♪ No good can come of this feral joy ♪ Look!

That's Thrushcross Grange.

♪♪ [ Harmonizing ] ♪♪ Down.

Edgar, put me down.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Connie!

Hello, Connie.

[ Smooches ] [ Gasps ] Edgar.

I want to hold Constance.

Give her to me.

You are too rough, Isabella.

She's my puppy, and I want to hold her.

Give Connie to me!

I shan't.

[ Sobbing ] Oh, don't.

Please, don't cry.

Oh, very well.

Take her.

I don't want her now!

Then I don't want her, either.

Look at the stupid powder puffs!

[ Gasps ] Scoundrels!

Rascals!

Help!

Come quickly!

Robert!

Jonathan!

[ Breathing heavily ] Both: Get them!

Oh, come on, Jonathan!

Skip, skip!

♪♪ Skulker!

Bristle!

After them!

[ Dogs barking ] Get them!

Go on!

Oh!

[ Barking continues ] [ Shouting ] No!

Run, Heathcliff!

You can't get him off me!

Skulker, stop!

[ Shouting ] Who is it?

What is it?

Skulker has caught a little girl, sir.

And there's a lad here with her who looks like a wrong 'un!

I bet robbers were going to put them through the window so they could open the doors to the gang!

Then they could murder us in our beds!

Don't be silly.

And don't you be afraid, Master Edgar, Mistress Isabella.

It is but a girl and a boy.

Oh, how frightful.

Put him in the cellar.

He's exactly like the son of the fortune-teller that stole my tame pheasant.

Isn't he, Edgar?

[ Gasps ] That's Miss Earnshaw from Wuthering Heights!

Look how her foot bleeds!

Miss Earnshaw, is it?

I've heard that her brother lets her grow up wild.

[ Growls ] Oh!

Then this must be the acquisition the late Mr. Earnshaw made... a fierce little Lascar.

Or an American.

Or a Spanish castaway.

I'm not an acquisition or a castaway.

I'll tell you exactly who I am!

Right.

That's enough!

You don't belong round here!

Clear off!

[ Shouts ] Please.

Careful.

Careful.

You must stay here with us, Catherine.

I will look after you now.

♪♪ [ Harmonizing ] ♪♪ Oh!

Ah, ah, ah.

Ow!

Isabel.

♪♪ [ Giggles ] [ Squeals ] [ Giggling ] ♪♪ Heathcliff: Look how full they are of stupid admiration!

She is so immeasurably superior to them... to everyone on earth... is she not?

♪♪ ♪ God rest ye merry gentlemen ♪ Let nothing you dismay ♪ Remember Christ our Saviour ♪Was born on Christmas Day ♪ To save our souls from Satan's pow'r ♪ ♪ When we have gone astray ♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪ ♪ Comfort and joy ♪ Oh, tidings of comfort and joy ♪ ♪ God bless the ruler of this house ♪ ♪ And send him along to reign ♪ And many a Merry Christmas ♪ May live to see again ♪ Among his friends and kindred ♪ ♪ That live both far and near ♪ And God send them a happy new year ♪ ♪ Happy new year ♪ And God send them a happy new year ♪ ♪ Five weeks is a blink for the planet ♪ ♪ But a lifetime for the lonely ♪ ♪ Five weeks is a hiccup for history ♪ ♪ But infinity for the lost ♪ Five weeks pass and Catherine comes home ♪ ♪ On a crisp, Christmas Eve ♪ Ankle cured, hair curled ♪ And feathered frock held aloft ♪ ♪ She floats ♪ She floats for fear of the earth ♪ ♪ For fear of truth ♪ For fear of herself ♪♪ Why, Cathy, Thrushcross Grange has suited you!

Only five weeks away and you are quite a beauty!

Oh, well she looks like a proper lady now doesn't she, Frances?

Oh, she does!

Oh, look at her dress.

Oh.

Oh, look at the red shoes.

Oh.

Is Heathcliff not here?

[ Clears throat ] Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

You may come and wish Miss Catherine welcome, like the other servants.

♪♪ [ Shouts ] [ Laughs ] Ah?

Ah, ah, ah, ah?

Ah?

[ Giggles ] Why, how very cross you look!

[ Laughs ] [ Laughs ] You look all funny and grim!

[ Catherine, Frances, and Hindley laugh ] Well, Heathcliff, have you forgotten me?

Hm?

Oh, well, shake hands, Heathcliff.

Once is permitted.

No, I will not.

I shall not stand here and be laughed at.

I didn't mean to laugh at you, I just couldn't help myself.

What are you sulky for?

Wash your face and brush your hair, and all will be put right.

Heathcliff.

Shake my hand at least.

[ Mumbles playfully ] [ Laughs ] You do not have to touch me.

I'm dirty.

I like to be dirty... and I always will be dirty.

♪♪ Heathcliff!

It's Christmas Day, and the Linton's are visiting!

You must smarten up!

Come on!

Scrub up!

If you don't change your ways, Catherine might be sorry she ever came home.

Did she say that?

She cried when you left.

I had more reason to cry than she did.

Swallow your pride!

Edgar looks like a fragile doll next to you.

You could knock him down in a twinkling!

If I knocked him down twenty times, it wouldn't make him any less handsome.

I wish I had straight hair... and a fair skin... and a chance of being as rich as he is!

Stop it!

You are showing a poor spirit.

Give here.

♪♪ ♪ Cut through the dirt ♪ What sleeps safe below?

♪ Slice through my clothes ♪ What's beneath?

♪ If I smooth down my hair ♪ What joys might be shown?

♪ If I smile, will they just see my teeth?

♪ Alright, that's it.

Arms in.

[ Chuckles ] Uh-huh.

There!

Huh?

A prince in disguise!

Perhaps your father were an Emperor, hm?

And your mother, an African queen!

[ Both chuckle ] That's it.

Come on, Heathcliff!

Dignity!

F * *k dignity!

Then fight!

♪ If I play by the rules ♪ What is lost from within?

♪ Join in?

Pretend?

♪ Will I melt?

♪ If this snow drift of rage ♪ Falls sharp from my heart ♪ What new griefs might bud and be felt?

♪ ♪ Whoaa ♪ Ohhh ♪ Ohhh, ohh ♪ If she sees me afresh ♪ It is worth every cut ♪ If she sees me anew ♪ I am found ♪ If she'll dance with me ♪ Dream with me ♪ Sing with me ♪ Scream with me ♪ Ohhh!

♪♪ ♪ I will rip through my skin ♪ Tear up my soul ♪ Sever my limbs ♪ Bury my past ♪ Just to rest ♪ Just to sleep ♪ Just to be... ♪ With...

They're here!

Everybody, quickly!

The Linton's are here!

Three, four!

♪ While Shepherds watch their flocks by night ♪ ♪ Their flocks by night, all seated on the ground ♪ ♪ The angel of the lord came down ♪ ♪ The angel of the lord came down ♪ ♪ The angel of the Lord came down ♪ ♪ The angel of the Lord came down ♪ ♪ And glory shone around ♪ And glory shone around ♪ And glory shone around ♪ And glory shone around ♪ And glory shone around [ All speaking at once ] [ Clapping ] Stay away, Heathcliff.

No, I will not!

Begone, I said!

What's this?

A gentleman, is it?

Ah.

Well, come.

Let me get hold of those thick, black locks and see if I can pull them out of your wretched scalp!

I wonder they don't make his head ache.

His locks are so heavy.

Ha!

[ Laughter ] Isn't he a wild thing?

[ Laughing ] Heathcliff!

[ Shouting ] Catherine: Wait!

You shouldn't have spoke to him!

He was already in a temper, and now he'll be flogged.

I hate him to be flogged!

I can't eat my dinner.

Or you, Edgar.

You've spoilt your visit.

Why did you even speak to him?

I didn't speak to him.

I promised myself that I would not say one word to him, and I didn't.

I just made a comment.

A tiny, little comment.

[ Isabella sobbing ] Oh, don't cry!

You're not killed.

I want to go home!

Shut up!

Has anybody touched you?

[ Harmonizing ] [ Shouting, grunting ] ♪♪ [ Grunting continues ] ♪♪ No!

[ Grunts ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Right!

Time to feast!

Exercise has warmed me nicely.

Next time, Master Edgar, you should try taking the law into your own fists.

It will give you an appetite!

[ Laughs ] [ Laughter ] ♪♪ [ Sobbing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ You'll live.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ The Bluebell cannot charm me now ♪ ♪ The heath has lost its bloom ♪ The violets in the glen below ♪ ♪ They yield no sweet perfume ♪ Ahhh ♪♪ What are you gonna do now?

Get my revenge on Hindley.

Leave revenge to the Gods!

The Gods won't have the satisfaction that I shall.

Leave me!

While I think of revenge, I will feel no pain.

I have news!

Everyone, listen!

I have wonderful news!

What is it?

A grand bairn!

A bairn?

Miss Frances!

She has given birth to the finest lad that ever breathed!

All: Hooray!

But the doctor says the missus is not good.

Oh.

He says she'll be dead before spring.

Dead?

Yes, dead!

And in the meantime, I'm to nurse and feed it with sugar and milk.

Perhaps he will be all mine when there is no missis!

Zillah!

Sorry.

But did I tell you what a beautiful bairn he is?

It's a blessing your wife was spared long enough to leave you a son, as she surely won't last much longer.

Oh, try not to fret too much, it can't be helped.

And besides, you should have known better than to choose such a slender rush of a lass.

What's his name?

Who?

The bonny bairn.

Oh.

We have called him Hareton.

And how is baby Hareton?

Nearly ready to run, he is so strong and thriving.

And the mistress?

The doctor said -- Yes, damn the doctor!

Frances will be perfectly well by this time next week.

No, no, what I actually said was she's -- [ Yells ] Begone!

♪♪ [ Both breathing heavily ] ♪♪ See!

Her pulse is as slow as mine now, and her cheek as cool.

[ Chuckles ] [ Grunts ] Yes!

Yes, husband!

The fever is gone.

[ Breathing heavily ] I am feeling much better now.

There we go.

I think I might be able to get up tomorrow.

Okay.

Do you think I might be able to get up tomorrow?

Yes, yes, come on, come on.

Ready?

Ready?

That's it.

That's it!

[ Panting ] [ Grunts ] Hindley.

Frances?

[ Grunting ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Take the brute away!

Brute!

He is a bonny beaming beauty!

[ Yelling ] No!

He killed my Frances.

He killed my love!

Take the bairn away a-a-and get me a drink.

♪♪ [ Yelling ] I said get me a drink!

♪♪ ♪ Life is a trickster ♪ One trip and you're down ♪ One slip and the fall begins ♪ Hold on if you can ♪ The planet is trying to shake you loose ♪ ♪ Let go if you must and let the chaos take you ♪ ♪ Let the chaos take you ♪ If you must ♪♪ ♪♪ Are you going somewhere?

No, it's raining.

Then is someone coming here?

Not that I know of.

But you should be in the fields by now, Heathcliff.

It's an hour past dinnertime.

[ Hindley grunts ] Hindley's too drunk to notice.

I'll not work any more today.

I'll stay here with you.

Oh!

I almost forgot.

Isabella and Edgar Linton talked of calling this afternoon.

I hardly expect them, but they may come, and if they do, you'll run the risk of being scolded.

Don't turn me out for those silly friends of yours!

I'm almost at the point of complaining, Catherine -- What are you at the point of complaining about, Heathcliff?

Spend more time with them than you do with me.

Well, why should I spend time with you?

You might be dumb or a baby, for anything you say to amuse me!

I didn't know my company bored you.

It is no company at all, when somebody knows nothing and says nothing.

[ Knock on door ] ♪♪ [ Knock on door ] ♪♪ I'm not come too soon, am I?

I understood from your invitation -- No, you are not too soon.

♪♪ [ Sighs ] [ Hareton crying ] Psst.

Would you take yourself and your brushes off?

I hate you to be fidgeting in my presence.

What?!

Don't -- Aah!

[ Hareton cries louder ] I didn't touch you!

[ Shouts ] Catherine!

Get out!

Oh -- [ Group mimics Hareton's crying ] I'm so sorry.

[ Crying continues ] ♪♪ [ Groans ] Catherine, no!

Edgar, go!

It's a blessing you've had a glimpse of her true disposition.

Oh, where are you going?

You must not go!

I must and shall!

You shall not, Edgar Linton!

How can I stay after you have struck me?!

If you do, you shall leave me in a temper.

Then I'll be miserable all night, and I won't be miserable for you!

I make you miserable?

You have made me ashamed and afraid of you!

I'll not come here again!

Edgar, please!

I did nothing deliberately!

I have to go!

[ Group shouting indistinctly ] Woman: Don't look back!

[ Shouting indistinctly ] You know what to do, don't -- Group: Nooo!

[ Sobbing and panting ] ♪♪ Hey, hey.

Hey, hey!

Hey!

♪♪ ♪ Life is a trickster ♪ One trip and you're down ♪ One slip and the fall begins ♪ Hold on if you can ♪ The planet is trying to shake you loose ♪ ♪ Let go if you must ♪ And let the chaos take you ♪ Let the chaos take you ♪ If you must Where's Heathcliff?

Edgar Linton has asked me to marry him, and I've given him an answer.

I accepted him!

Well?

Say something!

Am I wrong?

Do you love him?

Yes, I love him.

I love the ground under his feet and the air over his head and everything he touches and every word he says and all his looks and his actions and -- oh, just him entirely and altogether!

And why do you love him?

Because he is handsome and pleasant.

[ Laughs ] Bad!

Because he's young and cheerful.

Bad, still.

I love him because he loves me.

And?

And because he is rich, and I shall be the greatest woman of the neighborhood.

There it is.

Am I wrong to marry him?

Where is the obstacle?

Here and here.

The obstacle is in my soul and in my heart.

I once had a dream that I was in heaven, but it didn't feel like home.

And my heart broke with weeping as I begged to come back to earth.

The angels, angered, flung me back onto the Moor where I woke sobbing for joy.

Heathcliff will never know how I love him.

I love him not just 'cause he's handsome, but because he's more myself than I am.

Whatever our souls are made of, his and mine are the same.

Linton's is as different as a moonbeam from lightning or frost from fire.

I have no more business marrying Edgar Linton than I do to be in heaven.

And if Hindley hadn't brought Heathcliff so low, I never should have thought of it.

Heathcliff?

It would degrade me to marry Heathcliff now.

[ Thunder rumbles ] ♪♪ What was that?

It were Heathcliff.

He was listening.

He hasn't heard me, has he?

Well, no matter!

Heathcliff doesn't know what it is to be in love!

He knows as well as you!

How will he bear to be separated from you?

Who is to separate us, pray?

I will not forsake Heathcliff!

I will have both!

[ Scoffs ] You cannot have both!

You have to choose!

I have no choice!

If I marry Heathcliff, we shall be beggars.

If I marry Linton, I can help Heathcliff to rise to keep him out of my brother's grasp.

Everybody has a notion there's an existence beyond yourself.

Heathcliff is mine.

If all else perished and he remained, I should still continue to be, and if all else remained and he were gone, the universe would turn into a mighty stranger.

I am Heathcliff!

[ Voice breaking ] He is always, always in my mind, not as a pleasure, as my own being!

[ Thunder cracks, rain patters ] [ Yelling ] Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

♪♪ I smudge you.

I smudge you as you wash your faces morn and night, douse your wrists with smells of fruit and petals, dance using sorrows as stepping stones, and imagine that your bird-light hearts beat with love.

I smudge your happy faces.

I douse your sweet-smelling necks with filthy rain.

I force you to your knees in the mud.

I push your head into the soil and I scream... "dig".

I laugh as you push your brittle bird hands into the earth and sing as your porcelain fingers hit the black marsh.

[ Shouting ] Siltstone, sandstone, millstone, gritstone, I call on you!

I call on you to drag them down.

Spare them no anguish.

I feel nothing!

They can do that for me.

Dig.

Into the dirt... into the rage... [ Voice breaking ] into the truth... and get stuck there, as I have been stuck for hundreds of years!

I smudge you!

Catherine: Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

♪♪ ♪ Look up ♪♪ ♪ The stars hang high tonight ♪ Look up ♪♪ ♪ The stars hang high tonight ♪ Discarded skin on blackened sky ♪ ♪ I am the earth ♪♪ ♪ I am the eeearth ♪ I am the earth ♪ I am the eeearth ♪ I cast a shadow on your twinkle ♪ ♪ I cast a shadow on you all ♪ I am the earth ♪ I am the sky ♪ I am the blood ♪ I am the cry ♪ I f * *k the world ♪ I shout my rage ♪ I curse the word upon the page ♪ ♪ I am the earth, I won't loose my grip ♪ ♪ I choose the stars and my sex I strip ♪ ♪ F * *k you all, f * *k the stars ♪ ♪ F * *k you all, f * *k the stars ♪ ♪ F * *k you all, f * *k the stars ♪ ♪ You split my heart, I wear the scars ♪ ♪♪ ♪ I won't let gooo ♪♪ ♪ I won't let gooo ♪♪ ♪ I'm the earth, I'm the world ♪ ♪ I'm the blood, I'm the girl ♪ ♪ I'm the blood, I'm the curse, I'm the -- ♪ ♪ I am the earth ♪♪ ♪ Ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooooh ♪ Ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooooh ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Home can come in many forms ♪ Person, place or beast ♪ It soothes the soul and strokes the brow ♪ ♪ Gives rest, for now, at least ♪ ♪ Ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooooh ♪ Ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooooh ♪ Time can cool the heat of youth ♪ ♪ Calm replaces rage ♪ Silence now a scream drowns out ♪ ♪ Peace does war assuage ♪ Ooh-ooooooh, ooh-ooooooh Whoo!

[ Group claps ] [ Laughter and cheering ] ♪♪ Yes!

She married Edgar Linton.

She scraped the dirt from beneath her nails and married Edgar.

Psst!

What has happened to Heathcliff?

Who knows what happened in those lost years.

Perhaps he escaped to America to make his fortune.

[ Gasps ] Or turned to crime on the English highways!

One thing that is certain is that Heathcliff returned, three years to the day, as fine a gentleman as you will ever see.

[ Gasps ] ♪ I will rip through my skin ♪ Tear up my soul ♪ Sever my limbs ♪ And bury my past ♪ Just to rest ♪ Just to sleep ♪ Just to be...with... Oh, Edgar!

Edgar darling, Heathcliff's come back!

The gypsy?

The plough boy?

You must not call him by those names.

He is a gentleman now.

There's no need to be frantic.

I know you don't like him, dear, but for my sake, you must be friends now.

Shall I tell him to come up?

Here?

Heathcliff come into the parlour?

Where else?

Set two tables then, dear.

One for you and Isabella, being gentry, and the other for Heathcliff and myself, being of the lower orders.

Stop it, Catherine.

I'll run and get him, shall I?

I'll invite him up.

Catherine, try to be glad without being absurd.

The entire household need not witness the sight of you welcoming a runaway servant as a brother.

Mr Heathcliff.

Welcome, sir.

[ Laughing maniacally ] I shall think it a dream tomorrow!

I shall'nt believe I've seen and touched and spoken to you once more.

And yet, cruel Heathcliff, you do not deserve this welcome.

To be absent and silent for three years, and never to think of me.

I have thought of you more than you have thought of me, Catherine.

I heard of your marriage, and while waiting to be invited inside, I hatched a plan.

A plan?

My plan was to have one last glimpse of you, settle my score with Hindley, and then kill myself to put an end to this life of misery.

No!

Indeed.

Your welcome has put these ideas out of my mind for now.

Good!

But Heathcliff, where have you been?

Catherine, unless we are to have cold tea, please do come to the table.

Robert!

Isabella!

We have a guest.

[ Giggling ] Tea, Mr. Heathcliff?

You will need it before your long walk back to your lodgings.

And where are you lodging tonight, sir?

I'm sure we have room enough.

Isabella, no.

Do not worry, Sir.

I am staying at Wuthering Heights.

Mr Earnshaw invited me when I called on him this morning.

Man: Three, four!

♪♪ [ Grunts ] [ Laughs ] Ready?

Three, two, one.

♪♪ Come back tonight and I will re-pay you!

Of course you will.

Of course you will.

I have never been so content in my whole life.

Catherine!

Do you not fear the consequences?

For yourself, for Edgar, for Heathcliff?

I fear not for Heathcliff, his strength will keep him from danger.

As for Edgar...

I'll make my peace with him instantly.

Will he want your peace?

I have such faith in Edgar's love, I believe I might kill him and he'd forgive me.

Good-bye.

I'm an angel.

[ Chuckles ] How was your journey, Mr Heathcliff?

Can I take your coat, sir?

Catherine: Heathcliff.

I've got so much to tell you.

Oh yes, me too!

[ Giggles ] Whoo!

[ Giggling ] Isabella, go away.

Leave me alone with Heathcliff.

Catherine, could you come here a moment, please?

♪♪ Catherine: [ Smooches ] [ Chuckles, smooches ] ♪♪ If you are without company, Mr Heathcliff...

I could walk with you.

Oh, run along, little girl.

Mr Heathcliff does not want to waste his time with a child.

[ Chuckles ] ♪♪ Ooh, I know.

Um, let's spin around 'til we're sick.

Okay, three fun facts about me.

So my favorite jam is gooseberry, my favorite day is Christmas Day, and sometimes, I slide down the banister because it tickles my tuppence.

Ladies, I have an appointment to play cards.

♪♪ ♪♪ [ Stammering ] You -- You are too harsh, Catherine Linton!

Too harsh!

When?

Just now, sister!

That's your notion of harshness.

Your company was superfluous, we didn't care whether you were with us or not.

You pushed me away because you knew I wanted to be there!

Are you mad?

I'll repeat our conversation, word for word, if you like.

I didn't want the conversation, I wanted to be with -- [ Whimpers ] With?

With him!

[ Scoffs, chuckles ] You are a dog in the manger, Cathy... [ Laughing ] and desire no one to be loved but yourself!

[ Chuckling ] No.

I love him!

More than you ever loved Edgar, and he might love me if you would let him!

I wouldn't be you for a kingdom, then.

[ Laughs ] I'd as soon put a canary onto the Moor on a winter's day than recommend you bestow your heart on Heathcliff.

[ Chuckles ] Don't imagine that he conceals depths of affection beneath that stern exterior.

He's a fierce, pitiless, wolfish man.

He'd crush you like a sparrow's egg, Isabella.

Why would you want to tell me there is no happiness in the world?

Because there is no happiness.

Heathcliff will never love you, Isabella... though, he's quite capable of marrying you for your fortune.

For shame, Catherine!

For shame!

You, you come with me.

Man: Oh, Jesus Christ.

Oh, my God.

Man #2: No, no, no, no, no.

[ indistinct chatter ] I need some money, Heathcliff.

[ Yelling ] Ah, come on!

Come on!

Okay, okay, okay.

You... ♪♪ Heathcliff, we need you to resolve our conflict.

Conflict?

Here is somebody who dotes on you more than I do.

No!

My poor little sister-in-law, she's breaking her heart with the mere contemplation of your physical and moral beauty.

[ Chuckles ] We have been quarrelling like cats about you, Heathcliff!

Mr Heathcliff, please be kind enough to bid this friend of yours release me.

She forgets that you and I are not intimate acquaintances, and what amuses her is painful to me beyond expression!

[ Sobs ] You are wrong, Catherine.

She only wants to be out of my society at the moment.

[ Screaming ] Get off!

There's a tigress!

How foolish of you to reveal those talons to him.

Look, Heathcliff, protect your eyes.

[ Sobbing ] [ Wails ] ♪♪ I'd wrench her nails from her fingers if they ever menaced me.

You were not speaking the truth, were you?

I was.

But don't think about her anymore.

I like her too well to let you devour her up.

And I like her too ill to attempt it.

She's her brother's heir, though.

Don't even think about it!

Half a dozen nephews will put a stop to any inheritance she might be owed.

Well, thank you for telling me your sister-in-law's secret.

I swear I'll make the most of it.

You have treated me infernally, Catherine.

If you think I'll go unrevenged, you are deceived.

Revenge?

On me?

No, not on you.

Never on you.

You are free to torture me to death for your own amusement.

Just allow me to amuse myself a little in the same style.

This is insufferable!

Catherine, it is disgraceful that you should force this beast onto me!

Have you been listening at the door, Edgar?

I have so far born you, sir, not because I'm ignorant of your miserable, degraded character, but because Catherine wished to keep your acquaintance.

I have been foolish, however, and I hereby deny you further admission into this house and require your instant departure!

Catherine, this lamb of yours is in danger of splitting his skull against my knuckles.

If you do not have the courage to attack Edgar, make an apology.

No?

Nothing?

Then let yourself be beaten.

[ Whimpers ] [ Chuckles ] Get up.

Heathcliff would as likely hit you as a king would march an army against a battalion of mice.

[ Laughing ] [ Shouting ] Get up!

Look at the milk-blooded coward.

The slavering, shivering thing that you preferred to me.

Aah!

[ Laughing ] [ Grunts ] [ Growls ] There!

Are you happy?!

Now you can never come here again!

You get away from me.

He'll be back with half a dozen men!

Go!

I'll crush his ribs like a rotten hazelnut before I'm done!

[ Group chants ] Go!

A thousand smith's hammers are beating in my head!

This uproar is Isabella's fault!

What possessed Edgar to listen in to us?

Heathcliff's talk was outrageous!

I have to get out.

[ Whispering ] I have to get out.

Remain where you are, Catherine.

I have not come to wrangle or be reconciled with you.

I simply wish to learn whether you intend to continue your intimacy with Mr Heathcliff.

[ Voice breaking ] For f * *k's sake, Edgar!

'Continue my intimacy'?

Your veins are full of ice water!

And mine, mine are boiling, and the sight of your chilliness makes them dance!

If you want to get rid of me, answer my question!

Will you give up Heathcliff or will you give up me?

I require to know which you choose.

I require to be let alone!

I demand it!

Can't you see I can scarcely stand?

You leave!

You get away from me!

[ Head thuds, screams ] Someone help her!

Nothing is the matter with her!

She has blood on her lips!

She is pretending!

Go away and stay away!

We will deal with her dissembling.

[ Screams ] Group: Stop it!

Calm down or you'll break something!

Cool down or you'll break yourself!

You've pretended so long, your lies have become truths.

Stop it!

We said stop it, you mad creature.

I have to get out!

I have to -- Stop it!

Slow down or you'll hurt yourself!

Get down or you'll hurt someone else!

You can't tell wrong from right!

Stop it!

We said stop it, you monster.

[ Panting ] ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Breathing heavily ] Look!

Oh, my room!

I can see my room at Wuthering Heights!

It's the one with the candle in it and the trees swaying before it.

It's a rough journey home, and we'll have to pass the church.

We've often braved its ghosts and asked 'em to come get us if they dare.

But if I dare you now, Heathcliff... will you venture?

[ Crying ] I'll not lie there by myself!

They can bury me twelve feet deep and throw the church down over me!

I'll not rest until you are with me.

Catherine!

Oh, God!

They told me.

Oh, you are finally come, are you?

Come to keep me from my grave, Edgar Linton?

My grave is in the open air.

I'll not be locked in the chapel roof, locked up with the Linton's!

You will have to decide whether to go to them or come to me when you are dead!

Catherine, what are you saying?

Am I nothing to you anymore?

Do you love that wretch Heathcliff?

You say that name once more, and I will end the matter instantly with a spring from the window!

I don't want you, Edgar.

I'm past wanting you.

Return to your books.

I'm pleased you possess a consolation, for all you had in me is gone.

♪♪ ♪♪ Edgar Linton!

Edgar Linton!

What is the matter?

She's gone!

Isabella is gone.

What do you mean?

With Heathcliff.

Heathcliff has taken Isabella!

By force?

Not by force.

She'll be back.

Not as Miss Linton.

She has married him.

She has married Heathcliff.

[ Screaming ] Nooo!

Then trouble me no more with her!

Hereafter, she is only my sister in name, not because I disown her, but because she has disowned me.

♪♪ Hello.

I have no other friend to talk to, so... might I trouble you?

Would that be okay?

Oh, thank you.

I beseech you to explain, if you can... what I have married.

Is Mr. Heathcliff a man?

If so, is he mad?

And if not, is he a devil?

I...

I now live here at Wuthering Heights... and it is a far cry from Thrushcross Grange!

I have only just arrived, and... Heathcliff locked the door behind me and left me alone.

[ Gasps ] How do you do?

[ Chuckles nervously ] You must be Hareton?

Yes?

You are almost my nephew, if I am not mistaken.

Shall we be friends?

Yes?

Get out, Hareton!

Whoa!

Who are you, and what's your business here?

M-My name was Isabella Linton.

You have seen me before, sir.

One Christmas here, at the Heights.

I-I'm lately married to Mr. Heathcliff, and he has brought me here, I hope, with your permission.

[ Whimpers ] [ Exhales shakily ] Might I call the maid and be conducted to a bedroom?

I'm tired with my journey, and I want to go to bed.

Where is the maid-servant?

There is no maid servant!

You must wait on yourself.

Where must I sleep, then?

Heathcliff's chamber, as you are his wife.

Oh, yes.

[ Laughs ] Be so sure to turn your lock and draw your bolt when you do go to bed.

And don't forget it!

But why, Mr. Earnshaw?

[ Whimpers ] This is a great tempter for a desperate man.

Every night I try his door.

If once I find it open, he's done for.

And then all the angels in heaven cannot save him!

How powerful I should be if I possessed such an instrument... What has Heathcliff done to you to warrant this hatred?

Wouldn't it be wiser to ask him to leave?

No, he cannot leave!

[ Crying ] Am I to lose all?

Is my son, Hareton, to be a beggar?

I am Heathcliff's slave, but he will not be the victor.

I will win back my house, steal his gold and drink his blood.

Hell can have his soul.

Please.

Please.

My room is locked and I must sleep.

Please.

Please give me a key or show me another chamber!

[ Sobbing ] [ Lock disengages ] ♪♪ What... are you doing?

I could not get into our room as you alone have the key.

It is not... nor ever shall be... our room.

♪♪ [ Woman vocalizing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Please don't tell Edgar.

Please.

I am so ashamed.

Remember my name please.

I am Isabella Linton.

No.

I forgot.

I am Isabella Heathcliff.

I don't want to disappear!

[ Catherine wailing ] Dr. Kenneth!

Please!

♪♪ Quickly, doctor, quickly!

Heathcliff!

Heathcliff!

What is it?

'Tis Catherine.

Catherine?

Go to her.

Quickly.

There is no time.

Run.

♪ Life is a trickster ♪ One trip and you're down ♪ One slip and the fall begins ♪ Hold on if you can ♪ The planet is trying to shake you loose ♪ ♪ Let go if you must, and let the chaos take you ♪ ♪ Let the chaos take you ♪ If you must Oh, Catherine!

Oh, my heart.

How can I bear it?

What?

How can you bear it?

You and Edgar have broken my heart, Heathcliff!

And you both come to bewail the deed as if you were the people to be pitied!

I shall not pity you.

You have killed me and thrived upon it!

Look how strong you are.

How many years do you mean to live after I am gone?

♪♪ [ Sobbing ] I wish I could hold you until we are both dead.

I shouldn't care if you suffer.

Why shouldn't you suffer as I have?!

Will you forget me?

Will you be happy when I am in the earth?

Don't torture me until I'm as mad as you are!

Why would you speak to me like this when you are dying?

These words will be seared into my memory and will eat eternally deeper after you have left me.

You know that I could as soon forget you as my own existence!

Is it not enough for your infernal selfishness, that when you are at peace I shall writhe in the torments of hell?

I shall not be at peace.

I only wish for us never to be parted.

Come here and kneel again!

♪♪ Nay, if you nurse your anger, that will be worse for you to remember than my harsh words!

Won't you come here again?

Please... ♪♪ You leave me?

When I beg?

You are not my Heathcliff.

I'll take mine with me.

He's in my soul.

[ Wind howling ] ♪♪ I'm tired of being enclosed here.

I want to escape into that glorious world, and to be always there: not seeing it dimly through tears, and yearning for it through the walls of an aching heart: but really with it, and in it.

Very soon I shall be beyond and above you all.

Do you hear me?

And yet I wonder why you won't be near me now, Heathcliff?

Do come to me.

♪♪ You loved me, Catherine.

You loved me.

What right had you to leave me?

What right had you to break us in two?

Nothing that God or Satan could inflict would have parted us!

It was you.

You, of your own will, did it.

And for what?

For the poor fancy you felt for Edgar?

No!

I have not broken your heart.

You have broken it.

And in breaking it, you have broken mine!

[ Both crying ] Why would you betray your own heart, Catherine?

If I've done wrong, I'm dying for it.

I have not one word of comfort for you.

You have killed yourself.

Enough!

You left me too, remember?

But I forgive you.

Now you must forgive me!

I am dying, and you will live.

Live?

What kind of living will it be when... Oh, God!

How can I live with your soul in the grave?

Answer me that, Catherine!

He returns!

Edgar Linton returns.

I must go.

You must not go!

You shall not!

I forbid you.

For one hour only.

Not for one minute.

Edgar Linton returns!

I must leave.

No!

Please don't go.

It is the last time!

I know it.

Edgar will not hurt us.

Heathcliff, I die.

I die.

Hush!

Hush, my darling Catherine.

I'll stay.

And if he shoots me...

I'll die with you on my lips.

♪♪ No!

Heathcliff!

Do not listen to her ravings!

She does not know what she says.

Go!

[ Catherine wailing ] She cannot help herself so you must help her.

Help her?

By leaving?

You know nothing.

You understand nothing.

Catherine!

Heathcliff!

Help her first, then you shall speak to me.

[ Catherine screaming ] ♪ I am the Moor ♪ Ravaged by the stabbing rain ♪ ♪ Oh ♪ Wizened by the rascal sun ♪ Oh ♪ Tormented and mighty ♪ I hold fast ♪ I am the Moor ♪ Nothing here can shift me ♪♪ ♪ Nothing here can change me ♪♪ ♪ I stick to the earth ♪ And I stick to my story ♪ I am the Moor ♪♪ ♪ My story turns the planet ♪ And it's turning now ♪ But I hold fast ♪ I am the Moor [ Catherine screaming ] ♪♪ [ Screaming stops, baby crying ] Yes.

Catherine!

Catherine.

Catherine?

No!

No!

No, please.

♪♪ ♪♪ She's dead.

♪♪ I know.

May she wake at peace in another world.

♪♪ No.

May she wake in torment!

Catherine Earnshaw... haunt me!

Stay always by my side!

Take any form, drive me mad!

Only do not leave me where I cannot find you!

Oh, God!

I cannot live without my life!

I cannot live without my soul!

Catherine Earnshaw, you shall not rest!

You... shall not... rest!

♪♪ [ Applause ] [ Applause ends ] [ Whip cracks ] ♪♪ ♪ Are you still hungry?

♪ Do you want more?

♪ Do you want warmth and softness?

♪ ♪ Forgiveness and resolve?

♪♪ ♪ Well, what did you expect?

♪♪ ♪ This man was found in loss ♪♪ ♪ Grown in hate ♪ And hardened in revenge ♪♪ ♪ If you want romance ♪ Go to Cornwall ♪ If you want hope ♪ Look to the stars ♪ This is the harsh harvest of hatred ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Well, what did you expect?

♪♪ ♪ Love?

♪ There is no love here ♪♪ ♪ Love ♪ There is no love here ♪♪ Being a doctor, love is rather at the bottom of my list of priorities.

I prefer to divert myself with things like life... and death.

Of which there seems to be an increasing amount these days.

I used to be good at my job.

Not the best, but adequate for a small Yorkshire town.

But something seems to have happened.

Life seems to be slipping through my fingers at the moment.

No sooner have I crossed the Moor to one sweaty deathbed, then I'm called to another.

Must be something in the water.

And you'd think you'd get used to it.

But they seem to be getting younger.

Or am I getting older?

Oh, thank you.

I get confused.

Frances Earnshaw, deceased.

Catherine Linton, deceased.

Hindley Earnshaw, deceased!

And so many wretched others.

And now it seems that poor Isabella Heathcliff has lost her grip on life, deceased.

She lived a dozen years after leaving her husband, brought up her child, Little Linton, with no help from Heathcliff.

But she could hold on no longer.

Her family are of a delicate constitution though.

Both she and her brother, Edgar, lack the -- the ruddy health required for these parts.

And what this last final illness was, I am not entirely certain.

It was a kind of fever, slow at the commencement, then rapidly consuming life towards the close.

Totally incurable.

There's nothing I could have done.

Nothing.

[ Scoffs ] And why?

Hmm?

Why?

Why?

Why do these things happen?

Who decides who lives and who dies?!

What's the point of it all?!

What does it all mean?!

So sorry.

[ Chuckles ] [ Clears throat ] I haven't got time for this.

I have to get to work.

I must go and tell poor Mr. Edgar the dreadful news about his sister.

Soon he will not only have young Cathy, daughter of Catherine Linton, deceased, to take care of but also his nephew Little Linton, son of Isabella Heathcliff, deceased.

I fear that Little Linton, son of Isabella Heathcliff, deceased, has his mother's weak disposition.

I might not be able to tether him to this earth for much longer.

No.

No.

[ Muttering, sighs ] Hey, you.

I'm -- [ Gasps ] At least in young Cathy, daughter of Catherine Linton, deceased, we have one of good hardy stock.

Let's hope that she lasts the course, eh?

I'm keeping everything crossed.

Crossing ones fingers doesn't feel like the cutting edge of medical science, but I will happily join you if it is the best chance of bringing good tidings.

Sir, I have news of your sister and nephew.

Shall we go somewhere private?

Oh, Lord.

Death falls like a blanket of frost, but like snowdrops in the February ground, fresh shoots push through.

♪♪ Oh, look who it is out and about.

Don't even try it.

I was just gonna go over the hill and -- No, no.

You're showing my knickers!

Pipe down.

♪♪ My name's Cathy.

Cathy Linton.

What are we doing today?

She were a miracle of a child -- a wonder of warmth and curiosity.

But by the age of 13, she had not once been beyond the range of her father's land by herself.

Mr. Linton would take her with him a mile or so outside, but he trusted her to no one else.

Mr. Heathcliff and Wuthering Heights did not exist for her.

[ Chuckles ] She was a perfect recluse.

[ Groans ] I want to go out!

You!

[ Laughs ] Come here!

[ Laughter ] I wonder what lies on the other side?

Is it the sea?

No, Miss Cathy.

It is hills again, just like these.

And what are those golden rocks over there?

And why are they bright so long after it is evening here?

Because they are a great deal higher up than we are.

In summer I have found snow under that black hollow on the north-east side!

Oh!

Oh, can I go?

They are not worth the trouble, my dear.

Thrushcross Grange is the finest place in the world.

Oh, Papa!

Let me go and find the summer snow!

I know every inch and corner of Thrushcross Grange.

Hush, hush.

Papa!

I want to see the frozen rock!

Not yet, love.

Not yet.

I have news.

News?

Your Aunt Isabella... has died, and your cousin, Little Linton, needs us to give him a home.

I am leaving for London to collect the poor boy.

Do you understand?

I understand, Papa, and I will love him as gently as I would love a puppy.

Good girl.

Papa?

Yes?

Whilst you're away, might I venture out to the fairy cave?

The road to the fairy cave wound close to Wuthering Heights.

No, you may not.

Not yet, love.

Not yet.

♪♪ [ Sighs ] ♪♪ [ Gasps, laughs ] ♪ We shouldn't smile, but see how she strays from the path?

♪ ♪ Look as she slips from our grasp ♪ Whoa!

♪ Like soap in a hot deep bath ♪ ♪♪ ♪ Oi, watch it ♪ I said watch it, wild one ♪ Ha ♪ We shouldn't laugh ♪ But this is something we don't often see ♪ ♪ This is something rare and wild ♪ ♪ Like juniper and bog rosemary ♪ ♪♪ Oh!

Have you ever been to such a wild and exciting place before?

Let's stop this gallivanting and let's get ourselves home.

Make me!

[ Gasps ] You are a cunning little fox.

I am almost a woman!

[ Laughs ] You are 13 years old!

You are a baby.

Ever seen a baby run as fast as this?

♪ Ha ♪ We shouldn't smile, but see how she strays from the path?

♪ Miss Cathy!

♪ Look as she slips from our grasp ♪ Unh-unh.

♪ Like soap in a hot deep bath ♪ Ooh Hareton Earnshaw.

Last seen trying to rouse the boozy corpse of his broken father.

Look at him now.

18, angry, and rough as the crags that surround him.

Hello.

Hello.

Do you live here?

I do.

Is it your house?

It is our house.

Good!

I am parched from all this running.

If you invite me in, I might quench my thirst.

Might you?

Is this your father's house?

Nay.

Whose then?

[ Gasps ] Are you a servant?

Does this house belong to your master?

Hold your tongue!

I will not!

When you said "our house" I assumed you were the owner's son.

Miss!

Miss?

You never called me "miss," which you should have done if you are a servant!

If you are a servant, fetch your horse, boy.

I want to see where the goblin-hunter rises in the marsh.

What's the matter?

Fetch your horse, I say!

I'll see thee damned before I'll be thy servant!

How dare you speak to me like that?

Softly!

Softly!

Mr. Hareton is not a servant.

He is not the master's son.

Mr. Hareton is your cousin.

My cousin?

Yes.

My cousin is a gentleman.

Papa has gone to fetch my cousin from London.

To bring him home.

This rude man is not my cousin.

People can have many cousins without being any the worse for it.

♪♪ [ Little Linton crying ] Now, Cathy, your cousin is not as strong or as merry as you are.

Remember, he has just lost his mother, so don't expect him to play and run about with you immediately.

Hello, Linton.

G-Go away!

And don't harass him by talking too much.

Let him be quiet this evening, at least, will you?

Yes, yes, Papa.

But I do want to see his face, though.

He hasn't looked out once.

♪♪ Little Linton, this is your cousin Cathy.

Cathy, this is your cousin Little Linton.

[ Whimpers ] Don't cry, boy.

Cathy is fond of you already.

She doesn't want to hear you weeping.

I do not.

L-Let me go to bed, then.

You cannot go to bed yet!

We have so much to talk about!

I-I can't s-sit on this chair.

It is too hard.

Well, go to the sofa, then.

[ Grunts ] ♪♪ Oof!

[ Crying ] [ Shushing ] There, there.

Come on.

♪ All hushed and still within the house ♪ Oh.

♪ Without all wind and driving rain ♪ ♪ But something whispers in my mind ♪ What did it whisper?

♪ Through rain and through the wailing wind ♪ ♪♪ I think he'll do very well here.

The company of a child his own age will instill new spirit into him.

Yes.

He'll do very well here.

[ Pounding ] Heathcliff has sent me for his son.

He is staying with us.

Go away.

I said, Heathcliff has sent me for his son.

Tell Mr. Heathcliff that his son shall come to Wuthering Heights tomorrow.

He is too tired to go the distance now.

I will say it one more time.

Heathcliff has sent me for his son.

[ Rooster crows ] Very well.

You are letting him go?

What else can I do?

I have no influence over his destiny now, do I?

Do I?

You do not.

Say nothing to Cathy.

The last thing I want is for her to try to visit him at the Heights.

I will tell her his father sent for him suddenly, and he has been obliged to leave us.

Take him.

Now.

Wake up.

Wake up, little whitebeam.

You must go to your father and try to love him.

M-My father?

Mama never told me I had a father.

Why didn't Mama and he live together, as other people do?

[ Whimpering ] And why didn't Mama speak to me about him?

♪♪ Make haste!

I-Is she to go with us?

T-The girl I saw yesterday?

No.

I-Is Uncle?

No.

Is my father as young, handsome and attentive as uncle?

He's as young and handsome, but "attentive" is not a word I would use to describe Heathcliff.

I -- I cannot fancy him then.

I must be surrounded by attentive people if I am to thrive.

Really, little White Admiral?

Really?

A-Am I like my father?

No.

You are not like him at all.

♪♪ Hello.

[ Whimpers ] I feared I should have to come and collect my property myself if you didn't arrive soon.

Let me see.

[ Gasps ] God.

Have they raised it on snails and sour milk?

It's worse than I expected.

[ Sobbing ] Tut, tut!

None of that nonsense.

Thou art thy mother's child, Little Linton!

Where is my share in thee, thou whimpering chicken?

Now, you know me?

No.

You've heard of me, I daresay?

No.

Your mother was a wicked slut to keep you in ignorance of the father you possessed.

[ Sobbing ] Be kind, Heathcliff.

He's the only family you have.

Oh, I'm going to be very kind to the boy.

You see, my son is the prospective owner of Thrushcross Grange, and I do not wish to see him to die until I am certain of inheriting the place.

I'm bitterly disappointed with the whey-faced, whining wretch, but now that I own Wuthering Heights, the prospect of also possessing The Grange is sufficient for me endure him.

Don't leave me!

I'll not stay here!

Go on, Linton.

Go on.

I'll not stay here!

Go on.

It's okay.

[ Little Linton sobbing ] One, two, three!

♪♪ [ Vocalizing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ We're a bit confused ♪ What's going on?

♪ What the bloody hell is happening?

♪ Three years just passed by.

Oh.

♪ You should have said I just...

I am 16 now!

Yah!

[ Wings fluttering ] ♪♪ ♪♪ Miss Cathy!

What are you doing out here?

I can roam where I please.

Not if Mr. Linton doesn't find out.

What did you say?

Nothing.

Ha!

Ha, ha!

What are you doing?

Plundering my nests?

Papa told me there were hundreds up here.

I wished to see the eggs.

And who is Papa?

Mr. Edgar Linton of Thrushcross Grange.

And who are you?

I am Heathcliff.

I've seen him before.

Is he your son?

No, this man is not my son.

But I do have a son, and you have seen him before too.

Would you like to come into my home?

You will receive a kind welcome.

♪♪ ♪♪ What's your plan, Heathcliff?

My plan is that the two cousins will fall in love and be married.

But, why?

Because I am not content with Wuthering Heights.

I must also be master of the Grange.

♪♪ What?

Is that Little Linton?

Heathcliff: Yes, this is Little Linton, my son, your cousin, and 16 -- just like you.

Then you are my uncle.

Oh, I knew I liked you.

Though you were a little cross at first.

Why don't you visit us at the Grange with Linton?

To live all these years such close neighbors, and never see us is odd!

I visited before you were born.

If you have any affection to spare, give it to Little Linton.

It is wasted on me.

Now, you mustn't tell your papa about visiting here unless you don't want to see your cousin again.

Why?

Did you and Papa quarrel?

He thought me too poor to marry his sister and then was shocked when I did it anyway.

It hurt his pride and he'll never forgive it.

Well, if I may not come here, then Linton must come to The Grange!

M-Me?

C-Come to the Grange?

How?

You can walk.

I-It will be too far for me.

[ Chuckles ] It's only four miles.

To walk four miles would kill me!

The frustrating vapid thing!

He's so concerned with drying his feet he doesn't even look at her.

Little Linton!

Y-Yes, Father?

Have you nothing to show your cousin?

A rabbit or a weasel's nest?

Show her into the garden, before you change your shoes.

W-Wouldn't you rather sit here?

Maybe.

How is he my cousin?

He's your mother's nephew.

Ah!

Hareton, it seems you're the favorite among us.

Show her round the farm and be sure that you are a gentleman.

♪♪ I take pleasure in Hareton.

Hareton is gold put to the use of paving-stones, whilst Little Linton is tin polished to imitate silver.

Were he born a fool, I should not enjoy Hareton quite so much.

But he's no fool.

And, having felt all the feelings he feels, I can empathize with the creature.

I know what he suffers and know that this is just the beginning of his suffering, for I have brought him lower than his scoundrel of a father ever brought me -- for he takes a pride in his brutishness, pride in his disdain.

I have taught him to scorn everything.

Yes.

I take pleasure in Hareton.

But Little Linton, my own flesh and blood... yields me nothing but loathing.

Get up, you idle boy, and go after them.

[ Chuckles ] Look at that, Hareton.

What is the meaning of the words over the door?

I don't know.

I cannot read them.

[ Laughs ] What do you mean you can't read it?

He -- He does not know his letters!

[ Laughs ] C-Could you believe in the existence of such a -- a colossal dunce?

Is there something the matter with him?

T-There's nothing the matter but laziness, is there, Hareton Earnshaw?

If you weren't more of a lass than a lad, I'd fell thee this minute!

C-Catherine, come with me.

We'll have a nice biscuit.

I will return.

I promise.

I'll be back tomorrow.

And every day!

My dear Linton.

[ Wings fluttering ] ♪♪ Papa!

I really am extremely angry with you.

Only I'm also so pleased that I can't hide it!

My cousin, Little Linton, is but a few miles away and you knew it.

Why did you deceive me?

Is it because you disliked Mr. Heathcliff?

If so I -- It is not that I disliked Mr. Heathcliff, but because Mr. Heathcliff is a most diabolical man, delighting to ruin those he hates.

Try not to exert yourself, sir.

But Mr. Heathcliff was quite cordial, Papa, and he didn't object to our seeing each other.

No.

Yes.

He said I might come to his house when I pleased, only I must not tell you, because you had quarrelled with him and would not forgive him for marrying Aunt Isabella.

No!

Please, sir.

You are to blame!

Mr. Heathcliff is willing to let Linton and I be friends, and you are not.

No!

Sir!

Heathcliff is to blame!

Heathcliff is to blame for everything.

Isabella might have been living yet if it had not been for him!

Your mother might have been living yet if it were not for him.

Papa.

Mr. Linton, your heart!

Catherine, you may not visit Wuthering Heights or Mr. Heathcliff again.

Do you hear?

I said, do you hear?

Yes, Papa.

Now, return to your old amusements, and think no more of Linton or Heathcliff or the godforsaken dwelling that is Wuthering Heights.

♪♪ Why are you crying?

Pity for yourself?

I'm not crying for myself.

Then for your father?

I cry for Linton.

He is expecting to see me tomorrow, and he'll be so disappointed.

He'll wait for me, and I shan't come!

He'll survive.

He won't.

Well, you could write him a letter.

I could.

♪♪ ♪ Paper love Spins in the cooling breeze ♪ I need paper.

♪ Paper love Runs in the rain I'm gonna need a quill.

♪ Paper Love lives Like a butterfly ♪ Send this to Linton!

♪ Only to entertain ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Paper love sings for a few short breaths ♪ ♪ Blows for a few sharp cheers ♪ It gasps and rattles for a few small deaths ♪ ♪ And sobs with a tiny tear ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Paper love Cannot stand the fiiiiiiiire ♪ ♪ Oooooo-ooooh ♪ Paper love Drowns in the flooooooooood ♪ ♪ Oooooo-ooooh ♪ Paper love Is a fool's desiiiiiire ♪ ♪ Oooooo-ooooh ♪ For paper not blood ♪ Paper not blood ♪ Paper not blood ♪ Paper not blood ♪ Paper not blood ♪ Paper not bloooooooooood ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da-da Ba-da, whoo!

♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da-da-da-da-da-da-da ♪ Ba-da, da-da-da, daaaa ♪ Ba-da, yipp, da, da-da, da-da ♪ Whoa, Miss Linton!

Miss Linton!

I mustn't speak to you, Mr. Heathcliff.

Papa says you are a wicked man.

I will not speak with you.

But you will.

I have your letters, you see.

And if you give me any disrespect I'll send them directly to your father.

No!

Good.

Then we have an understanding.

Linton is in love with you.

breaking his heart for you.

And he gets worse daily.

He'll be under the earth before the end of the summer, unless you restore him with your presence.

Linton!

Is that you, Miss Linton?

No-no-no-no no-no-no-no-no.

No, no, no!

Don't kiss me, it takes my breath and I will not be able to get it back.

Ooooh!

W-W-W-Will you shut the door, if you please?

Y-Y-You've left it open and it's so cold!

Well, if you're cold I'll stoke the fire... No!

I will be covered with ashes if you do that.

Linton!

Are you not glad to see me?

Why didn't you come before?

Y-Y-Y-You should have come, instead of writing.

It tired me dread-fully reading those long letters.

And I've had an awfully flaky rash on my... Linton!

I said are you not glad to see me?

Yes, I am, Miss.

But --But I have been upset that you didn't come sooner, Miss.

I wish you would call me Cathy.

Catherine.

Sh-- Sh-Sh... Shall we have a little, uh, rest together?

[ Guitar music plays ] Okay.

[ Chuckles ] Would you get me a nice soft pillow, please?

Yes.

Resting is -- is probably my favorite thing to do.

There you go.

Oh, I don't -- I-I-I don't like this pillow.

It's not high enough.

[ Sighs ] ♪♪ Up.

♪♪ That's too high.

Oh!

How must I arrange it then?

Well, uh, for example, we -- we could place One just here a-and the other here betwixt your... sturdy thighs.

A-A-And I'll lie in the middle like a... precious gem.

Uh, now, uh We can sit quite still and not talk.

Ooh!

But -- But you may sing a song.

Oh!

May I?

Begin.

♪ All hushed and still within the house ♪ ♪ Without all wind and driving rain ♪ It's not very catchy this one.

♪ But something whispers in my mind ♪ ♪ Through rain and through the wailing wind ♪ ♪ Never agaaaaaain ♪ Never again ♪ Never agaaaaaain ♪ Never again ♪ Why not again?

♪ Memory has power as real as thine ♪ No, no.

N-N-Never Again?

You must!

Will you come again tomorrow?

We'll see.

♪♪ Miss Catherine!

Miss Catherine!

I can read the words, now.

Wonderful!

Let us hear you if you are grown so clever!

Believe... ...in... ...love and joy.

And the figures?

Go on.

Go on.

You can do it.

Come on.

Come on, you know.

I cannot tell them yet.

[ Laughs ] You dunce!

Yes.

Y-Y-You dunce!

[ Laughs ] You're a big beardy dunce!

Oh.

You're a big beardy dunce with... tiny little testicles!

[Whimpering] Get to your own room!

Aah!

And take her there if she comes to see you and you alone!

Begone with the both of you!

I don't want to watch your triflings!

I'll kill you!

Devil!

Devil!

I'll kill you!

I'll kill you!

[Grunts] Ooh!

Unh!

Linton.

Unh!

Linton, stop.

[ Grunts ] Aah!

[ Gulps ] Hey!

[ Gasps ] [ Wheezing ] Linton!

Dr. Kenneth!

Dr. Kenneth, Come quickly!

Linton is dying.

Oh, breath, it's okay!

[ Wheezing ] Go home Miss Catherine.

Please Go home.

It is too bad here.

You will not tell me what to do!

I will tear the hair out of my head if you do not let me see him!

[ Wheezing ] I'll tell Papa what you did to him and you'll be put in prison and hanged!

Miss Catherine, I did not do this to him.

He is sick.

Please go home.

How is he Doctor?

Try not to worry.

Get away from me!

Not you Doctor!

You Catherine!

You!

Y-Y-You cause uproar and trouble.

Me?

It was him!

It was not Hareton, it was you!

I will not speak to you, I will not look at you.

I will not abide you!

Oh!

Well, if that's how you feel, I shan't stay.

Goodbye.

Tut tut.

Stay, Catherine.

[ Whimpering ] Please stay.

I cannot help showing my nature to you.

I regret it and repent it but it is because I love you!

And I love you!

♪♪ Death.

[Wings flapping] I have prayed often for the approach of what is coming, but now I begin to fear it.

I thought the memory of the hour I came down that glen a bridegroom would be less sweet than the anticipation that I was soon to be carried up, and laid to rest in its lonely hollow, with my Catherine!

But now I fear what I will leave behind.

I cannot leave Cathy to a fate at Wuthering Heights.

She has been a living hope by my side and I'd rather resign her to God, and lay her in the earth before me than let Heathcliff steal her light.

Come home!

Cathy, come home!

Miss Cathy, you must return.

Linton, My father is very ill, I need to go to his bedside.

Don't leave me Catherine.

I need you.

I can't dance attendance on your expectations always.

I don't only love you, I love my Papa.

I need to go home.

[ Struggling ] Catherine!

Get off me.

Rise, and don't degrade yourself into an abject reptile.

Don't!

I'm a traitor and I dare not tell you!

But if you leave me, I shall be killed!

Dear Catherine, my life is in your hands.

Consent!

Consent to what?

To stay.

My father threatened me, and I dread him!

I am no coward.

Save yourself for I am not afraid!

Get off me Linton!

[ Whimpering ] Get up, Little Linton!

Mr. Heathcliff.

Miss Linton.

Cathy!

Get away from Wuthering Heights!

Get up, boy!

Don't grovel on the ground.

I-I-I will, father.

Catherine, give me your hand.

Stand on your own two feet.

I am leaving Wuthering Heights, Mr. Heathcliff.

Papa needs me.

[ Crying ] Linton, why are you so afraid?

He'll not hurt you.

You cannot leave me.

I am feeling hospitable today, Miss Linton.

You must stay.

[ Scoffs ] I will not.

Cathy!

Sit down, and allow me to lock the door.

[ Lock engages ] I am not an ungenerous man, Miss Linton.

I am giving you the boy.

Look how she stares!

What an unsettling urge I have to destroy anything that seems afraid of me!

God!

I hate them.

I am not afraid of you!

Give me that key!

Stand off, or I will knock you down.

I will go!

[ Struggling ] Oh!

Oh!

Aah!

Go to Linton as I command, and cry at your ease!

Tomorrow, when the deed is done, I will become your second father.

And, in a few short days when Edgar Linton meets his maker, I will be your only father.

And there is plenty more of this.

And you will receive a daily dose if I catch such a temper in your eyes again!

Naughty pet.

[ Crying ] [ Sobbing ] [ Lock disengages ] [ Lock engages ] Mr. Heathcliff!

[ Door rattling ] Let me out!

Linton!

What is he after?

What is your diabolical father after?!

Tell me, or I'll box your ears, as he has done mine.

It was for your sake I came.

Tell me what he wants.

Em.

Papa wants us to be married.

Married?

Yes Catherine.

Married.

He knows your Papa would forbid it and he's afraid I will die if we wait.

So we are to be married in the morning and you must stay here the night.

If you do as he wishes, you shall return home next day, and take me with you.

Pitiful changeling!

Do you imagine that a hearty, healthy, shining girl like Cathy Linton would willingly tie herself to a little perishing stoat like you?

You want whipping for trapping her with your dastardly tricks I shake you for your treachery, I shake you for your conceit!

You must obey my father!

You must obey me, you must!

I must obey my own.

What will he think when I don't return home?

I'll either break or burn a way out of the house.

I love my papa better than you so don't test me!

[ Lock disengages ] [ Gasps ] Mr. Heathcliff, please let me go!

I promise to marry Linton in good time.

Linton!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Lock engages ] You will stay until it is done.

Then marry us now and let me go home, for I must let Papa know I'm safe!

He will fear I am lost.

He will fear you are tired of waiting on him.

His happiest days were over when yours began, Cathy.

He cursed you for coming into the world as did I, and he will curse you as he leaves.

You will remain a prisoner.

If Papa dies before I return home, how could I bear to live?

I'll not get up, and I'll not take my eyes from your face until you look at me!

Look!

Have you never loved anybody in all your life?

Never?

[ Sobbing ] Please.

Look at me.

Keep your fingers off me or I will kick you!

I would rather be hugged by a snake!

Gah!

[ Crying ] I will have my way.

One day passes [ Lock engages ] [ Sobbing ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪ Two daaaaaays You need to show me some respect Linton, how could you do this to me?

newly betrothed.

As your betrothed, as a man!

I want to go home!

You need to understand that I'm in charge.

[ Cathy sobbing ] ♪ Threeeeeeeeeee Help me!

Somebody help!

♪ four and five... [ Cathy crying ] Where is Miss Cathy?

Gone?

No!

She's not to go.

We won't let her.

Papa says I'm not to be soft with Catherine.

She's my wife now, and it's shameful that she should wish to leave me.

He says she wants me to die so that she may have my money.

But she shan't have it!

Sh-Sh-Sh-She may cry.

[ Cathy crying ] And she may be sick as much as she pleases.

But she never shall go home!

♪♪ ♪ Be careful what you seed ♪ This black bog will close it's fist ♪ ♪ around anything it can snag ♪ Cloudberry and Crowberry might dance on the surface ♪ ♪ But bracken grips the bog in a headlock ♪ Cathy... Cathy... Cathy... Papa... Papa... Dear Papa... She cries so much I can't bear it.

Moaning and grieving all night long and so loud that I can't sleep.

♪ A scatter of yellow stars might seem to welcome hope ♪ ♪ But the adder slides beneath ♪ The adder slides beneath My darling girl, my darling poor girl.

I'm glad my uncle is dying, for I shall be master of the Grange when he is gone.

Catherine always speaks of it as her house.

But it isn't hers!

It's mine!

♪ And what of the rage that is planted?

♪ ♪ The hate and jealousy that has slipped into our watery beds?

♪ ♪ Oh they grow alright ♪ They are coming along nicely, thank you ♪ Papa says everything she has is mine.

All her nice books are mine.

And she offered to give them to me if I would give her the key to our room and let her out.

Well, I told her she had nothing to give, they were all, all mine.

And then sh-sh-she cried, and took her little locket from round her neck, two pictures in a gold case, on the one side her mother, and on the other uncle, when they were young.

I told her they were mine, too, and tr-tried to get them from her.

[ Huffing ] The spiteful thing wouldn't let me!

She pushed me off, and hurt me!

I shrieked out and Papa came in.

Papa asked what was the matter, and I explained.

He ordered her to resign the pictures to me.

She refused, and so he struck her down, and wrenched it off the chain, and crushed it with his foot.

♪ In the warm, wet eaaaaaaaaarth ♪ ♪ It grows ♪ Be careful what you seed Sh-Sh-She.... Sh, erm.

Sh-Sh-Sh-- She's a naughty thing for crying continually.

And she looks so pale and wild, I'm afraid of her!

♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Oooooooh-oooooh-ooh-ooh ♪ Whooooo-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-oh-oooooh ♪ Oooooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Whoa-ooooh-oooh-oooooh ♪ Oooooooooooooh-ooh-ooh-ooh Cathy!

Papa!

Papa!

Cathy!

Papa!

Papa!

Papa!

Oh!

[ Breathing heavily ] I am going to her.

And you, darling child, shall come to us.

♪♪ [ Wings flapping ] ♪♪ [ Somber music plays ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Stop!

No more running away!

I've come to fetch you home where you'll be a dutiful daughter.

Linton is your concern.

I yield all my interest in him to you.

He's such a cobweb, One pinch would annihilate him.

I wish to remain at The Grange.

Bring Linton to me and I shall look after him here.

The Grange is mine now.

I'm seeking a tenant for it.

I want my children about me.

Besides you owe me services for your keep.

You'll not be nurtured in idleness and luxury once Linton is gone.

Come here.

Please do not make me force you.

I shall come.

Linton is all I have to love in the world, and though you have done everything you could to make him hateful to me, and me to him, you cannot make us hate each other.

It is not I that will make him hateful to you, it is his own sweet spirit.

Mr. Heathcliff you have nobody to love you.

And however miserable you make us, we shall still have the revenge of knowing that your cruelty arises from misery.

You are lonely, like the devil.

Nobody loves you.

Nobody will cry for you when you die!

I wouldn't be you for the whole of the Moor!

I am Nero.

I am no ordinary man.

I care deeply and care not at all.

♪ The Bluebell is the sweetest flower ♪ ♪ That waves in summer air ♪ Its blossoms have the mightiest power ♪ ♪ To soothe my spirits care ♪ Aaaah-aaah-aaah, aaaah-aaah-aaah, aaah ♪ ♪ The Bluebell cannot charm me now ♪ ♪ The heath has lost its bloooooom ♪ ♪ The violets in the Glen below ♪ ♪ They yield no sweet perfume ♪ Aaaah-aaah-aaah, aaaah-aaah-aaah, aaah ♪ Get out of that grave, Heathcliff!

You musn't disturb the dead!

Me?

Disturb her?

She has disturbed me, night and day for eighteen years.

Incessantly.

Remorselessly.

When I am dead... No, no Heathcliff!

When I am dead, my body is to be carried to this grave.

No minister called and no words be said over me.

Leave the dead alone Heathcliff!

I have struck loose one side of Catherine's coffin.

When I'm laid there, one side of my coffin needs to be removed also.

By the time Edgar gets to us in the afterlife, he won't know which of us is which!

Get up!

No!

[ Screaming ] No!

Get out of here!

Come!

[ Struggling ] [ Screaming ] Let go!

[ Bell ringing ] [ Growls ] Aah!

Dr Kenneth, come quickly!

Linton Is gravely ill. Mr. Heathcliff!

[ Wheezing ] It's okay.

Shh, Linton.

I'm here.

Shh, shh... No, he is not worth a farthing, and I will not spend a farthing on him.

Please!

If no one will help me, he'll die!

No one here cares what becomes of him.

If you care, act the nurse.

If you do not, lock him up and leave him to die.

♪ One day passes [ Convulsing, gasping ] Mr. Heathcliff!

[ Bell ringing ] Send the doctor, please!

[ Wheezing ] It's okay, Linton.

Help me!

♪ Two daaaays [ Bell rings ] Help!

[ Heaving, retching ] It's okay, Linton.

I'm here.

♪ Threeeeeee ♪ four and five... Linton, listen to me.

[ Wheezing ] Shh, shh, shh... [ Wheezing continues ] It's okay.

[ Wheezing stops ] ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ How do you feel, Cathy?

How do you feel, Catherine?

Feel?

[ Sighs ] I should feel glad to be alive.

But I don't.

You have left me alone for so long to struggle against death, that now I see and smell and feel only death.

Good.

You felt deeply.

and now you feel not at all.

I smudge you.

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ [ Thunder rumbles ] Whoa!

[ Wind gusting ] Aah!

Oh!

Whoa-oh!

Whoa!

Aah!

Aah!

What is happening?

Where am I?

Who am I?

[Breathing heavily ] Aah!

You are Mr. Lockwood, tenant of Thrushcross Grange.

Time has passed and we are almost back where we started.

Thank you!

Oh God, yes.

I remember now.

What became of Mr. Heathcliff?

I must make my peace with the troubled man.

Heathcliff is dead.

Three months since.

Dead?

I am so truly, truly sorry.

How did it happen?

One night, he left and didn't come home until morning.

When he returned he looked different to his usual self.

Different?

How?

He was almost bright and cheerful.

No, not cheerful -- excited, and wild and glad... Last night...

I was on the threshold of hell.

But today...

I am within sight of heaven.

I am going to her.

Finally.

Finally, I will be with my Catherine again.

You've been out all night.

You need to rest.

You may as well bid a man struggling in the water to rest when he is within reach of the shore!

A hundred times a night I open my eyes to see her, but I'm always disappointed.

Not anymore.

She's with me now.

And I am pacified.

♪♪ There she is.

Now, here is one who won't shrink from my company.

By God!

She is too much for flesh and blood to bear.

♪ I am the Moor ♪ My story was wide as the melting horizon ♪ ♪ Deep as the roots that nurture ♪ ♪ My story was bigger than bitter revenges ♪ ♪ Bigger than anger ♪ My story turned the planet ♪ And it's turning now ♪ But I let gooooo ♪ I am the Moor And what became of Young Cathy?

My poor beneficent fairy.

Why don't you knock and find out.

Go on.

Hello.

It is, I, Lockwood.

May I come in?

Mr. Lockwood!

Hey!

What... Ah!

Come here!

Oh!

Whoo!

[ Laughing ] Oh!

Please, come in.

Come in!

Cathy!

Cathy: What is it?

Mr Lockwood is paying us a visit.

Oh, welcome, Sir.

It is so good to see you again.

Can we offer you a cup of tea?

Ooh!

I've got a Victoria Sponge in the oven too if we can tempt you to stay.

Tea?

Victoria Sponge?

Thank you, dear friends for this unexpectedly warm welcome.

I would dearly love a cup of tea.

But, first, please, tell me one thing...

Yes, Sir?

What is it you'd like to know?

What gentle magic has happened here?

How did you two souls come to look so happy?

Please tell me how this wonder came to pass.

It did not happen swiftly, sir.

Our battered hearts took quite some time to heal.

What she is trying to say, Sir, is that, after Heathcliff died, she was very cross with me.

And you with I, Hareton!

♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ What does that word say?

Get away from me this moment!

How dare you touch me?

I'll go upstairs again, if you come near me.

♪♪ Will you ask her to read to me?

I'm tired of doing nothing.

And I do like... - I'd like to hear her voice.

Don't say I want it.

Ask for yourself... Hareton would like you to read to him, Cathy.

I said don't say it was me!

He'd be very glad if you did him the kindness.

I reject any pretence at friendship he has the hypocrisy to offer!

She rejects any pretence at friendship you have the hypocrisy...

Yes, I heard her, thank you.

I despise you, and have nothing to say to you!

I just wanted to...

I would have given my life for one kind word, to have seen your face when Linton was sick, but no, you all kept off.

What could I have done?

How am I to blame?

Be silent!

But I tried!

More than once...

I would rather go out of doors than have your disagreeable voice in my ear!

Go to hell!

♪ Home can come in many forms ♪ Person, place or beast ♪ It soothes the soul and strokes the brow ♪ ♪ Gives rest, for now, at least ♪ Hareton, do you dream?

And, if you do, what do you dream about?

If I gave you a book now, would you take it?

I shall try!

♪♪ I'll break your neck if you do that again!

Well, I shall put it here in case you change you mind.

He did not touch the book.

His young eyes hid from certain pain.

Her young eyes watched for certain pleasure.

Hareton, I don't know what to do to make you talk to me again.

You shall take notice of me.

I'll have nothing to do with you and your mucky pride!

I'll go to hell before I look at you again!

Hareton, be my companion.

Companion!

When you hate me?

It is not I who hate you.

It is you who hate me!

You're a damned liar.

I made him angry a hundred times by taking your part.

I didn't know you took my part.

and I was miserable and bitter at everybody.

But now I thank you.

And beg you to forgive me.

♪ Time can cool the heat of youth ♪ ♪ Calm replaces rage ♪ Silence now a scream drowns out ♪ ♪ Peace does war assuage ♪ Sun shines through the darkest clouds ♪ ♪ Rainbow peers through rain ♪ Hate and fear all melt away ♪ Hope and love remain ♪ Oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Look!

Something seems to have found its way in.

What is it?

It's love.

All: Love?

It must have bubbled up from a spring whilst we looked away.

Together, these two souls will brave Satan and all his legions.

And on New Year's Day, as they stepped through the door of Thrushcross Grange as wife and husband...

They halted to take a last look at the moon.

Or, more correctly, they took one last look at each other.

Yes.

They took a last, and first, look at each other by the light of the moon.

♪ Oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Oooh-oooh, oooooh, oooooh ♪ Oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Ooooooh, oooh, oooh, ooh-ooh ♪ Oooh-oooh-ooooooooooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ♪ ♪ Theeeeeeee ♪ Eeee-eee-eee-eee-dee-da-do ♪ Eeeeeeeeeend!

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♪♪ ♪♪ ♪♪ Hey!

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